#the cuteness aggression is off the carts

[soobrownie]

cutie stylist Hanbin

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ the way of the househusband ❞

☾₊‧⁺...cw : househusband!fushiguro toji x fem!reader, you are megumi's mom, flirting, playful banter, just overall silly and cute domestic life

☾₊‧⁺...lunar's note : just some simple lil toji hcs of him as a househusband! i need some sweet stuff of him without a lot of sexual stuff in it bc let's be real, in a domestic setting he's probably just a big clingy and mildly annoying bear husband

f. toji is never going to complain about being the one staying home, watching over the little gremlin that is megumi. he's got his own ways of bringing in money with that friend of his, shiu, but he's more than content to being the one in the frilly pink apron, cooking for you and the lil' man.

toji didn’t ever expect to get married, especially after how he was treated as a zenin. he didn't know much about love or how to connect with people, let alone you. but when you handed his ass to him with no struggle and a pretty smile on your face at the gym, he knew he wanted you. two years later and a shit load of aggressive flirting, toji ends up with you as his spouse and he wouldn't have it any other way.

so imagine toji's surprise when he's genuinely excited when you tell him your pregnant. he's excited but scared. him? a father? there's no way in hell he has any idea what to do, his own father was nothing but a piece of shit...so what if he turns out like him? but the moment you pop that big headed little fucker out of you, toji can't help but grin, that excitement of being a father and creating memories with this tiny little thing erasing all his fears.

whenever you come home from work, toji's usually in the living room with little megumi, who forced him to take part in the exercise part of his favorite kids show. you don't know how megumi, your one year old baby who still talked in little babbles, forced his massive giant of a father who could kill a man with a look to do 'exercise for baby,' but you know better than to question it when you see the two touching their toes in front of the tv.

sometimes, he's in the kitchen, however, wearing that 'kiss the cook' apron you got for his birthday. toji always wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into a kiss, muttering a 'welcome home’ against your lips before poking your side and going back to what he was doing, proud grin on his face at the little screech he gets from you.

he's started to get better at dodging your hands when you go to poke him back, skirting around the table before going to scoop megumi up. “you would never do such an act in front of 'gumi, would you? what if he starts going around poking girls in their sides, hm? then i'll have to explain to his teacher that his mama can't keep 'er hands to herself.”

toji's got you there...so you back off, opting to press a kiss to babygumi’s little forehead, taking him from your husband’s arms when he makes grabby hands at you. you savor the betrayed look on toji's face, sticking your tongue out at him. he scoffs, rolling his eyes before going back to make sure dinner wasn’t burnt. he’ll get you back for stealing his son from him.

despite what people might think, there’s not really a 'dominant' person in the relationship. when together, the two of you give off some of the most intimidating vibes because of the sheer power the both of you carry. it's not even put off by little megumi, because if he notices his parents looking at you in disgust, he's gonna give you one that's even worse.

toji will never forget the day the three of you went to the grocery store, him in his usual black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, you in one of those same shirts and leggings with megumi in the kiddie seat in the shopping cart, eating from the little snack pack toji made for him. toji swears he walked away for three fucking seconds, and he came back to some...fucker getting ready to chat you up. it’s no surprise anyone that he gets pissed, ready to storm over there and make it clear you're taken.

however, it's clear you don't need him to step in, and damn, you look...really hot telling this dude off, angrily flashing your ring when he wouldn't back off. god, he wishes he could marry you again. toji doesn’t even know what you told the guy, and he's tempted to playfully ask megumi what happened, knowing his lil' man would try to respond in babbles and coos.

“he said you crawled out from the trash, toj, i can't stand for that! he could’ve done you some justice and said you crawled out of the deepest pits of hell, so I had to educate him on that. besides, he called you my boyfriend and I almost punched his face.”  “yeah? hm, i’m glad you didn’t, babe, we don’t want to get kicked out the store.”  “i don’t know, i think an imprint of my ring in his forehead would get the message across.”  “well, next time, how about we just kiss like we haven't seen each other in 15 years? not a fan of showing out to some dude, but i'd do it for you, sweetheart.”  “mmn!”  “right, lil' man? mama's so mean t' me, it's a good idea.”  “gumiiii, you're supposed to be on my side!”

occassionally, when you're at work, toji'll just talk to megumi, the little one nice and comfy on his chest.

one habit he'll never get out of is randomly calling you throughout the day when he's particularly bored and missing you. if you don't answer, toji will just leave you a message, usually about how badly he wants you to come home, groaning about how tired he is but he can't sleep without you in his arms, without you playing with his hair until he falls asleep. he's so in love with you, it's almost makes you dizzy.

you'll never forget the day you come home to toji and baby megumi in the front yard, crouched down around...something. parking in the driveway, you make your way over and see what they're looking at. it's...a kitten and a puppy, two tiny little things playfighting with each other. neither one of them say anything, just looking at the two creatures. you sigh, knowing exactly what this means.

"...give them appropriate names and make vet appointments. we aren't naming the dog 'hot dog' and we aren't naming the cat 'kitten'." "i told you it would work, lil' man."

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[l1tw1ck]

Compromised

Bottom!FTM Peter Parker x Top!Villain CEO!Masc Reader

🕸️ Word Count: 1,226 🕸️

AFAB Language Used | this *might* become a multi-chapter fic but this part won't be canon, i changed my mind after i started the second chapter and this wouldn't fit 😭 so just treat it as a oneshot

CW: Non-Con, Kidnapping, Drugging, Blood, Virginity Loss, Cunnilingus, Creampie

Peter looks up at you with blurry vision, his body bruised and bloody. He can barely move.

You rip off his mask. “Aren't you the one who works for Jameson? I always knew your pictures were too good.” You chuckle. “You are cute though.”

He's fading in and out of consciousness, he can barely comprehend your words.

“I’ll be taking you home with me.”

Peter slowly opens his eyes, still feeling dizzy and weak. He looks down and fear instantly hits him. He's completely naked and tied up. He looks around the room for anything to help him while trying to break his restraints with brute force.

The noise draws you inside.

“Yo- you-” He recognizes you. The CEO of a company that rivals Stark Industries and Oscorp.

“I have a plan for you, Parker.” You walk over to him. “I’ll let you live and I won't tell a soul about your identity. In return, you'll help me take down Stark Industries.”

“Kidnapping someone isn't really a great way to propose a partnership, you know.” He manages to keep up his persona, trying to calculate how he can get out of this.

“Well, appealing to you isn't a part of my plan. How you feel about this doesn't matter to me. You won't have a choice once my subordinate gets his hands on you.”

“Wh- what are you gonna do to me?”

You slowly untie him. “Just a little memory altering. I’d love to train you but there's not enough time…it’s too bad.” You brush his hair to the side. He tries to hit you but it's too difficult, he only grazes your cheek. You laugh at his attempt and grab his wrists. “Don't worry, I won't hurt you after today. You’ll be spoiled rotten. My special little spider.”

“No– no! Don't touch me!” He squirms around in your hold.

“I should've known a single dose wouldn't be effective enough.” You let go of him and turn to the supply cart next to him. He tries to shoot a web to stop you from whatever you’re trying to do, but only a weak spurt leaves his wrist. He then attempts to get on the ground and crawl. You ignore him and prepare his next injection. He feels humiliated as he continues to crawl towards the door. The fact that you're not even looking at him tells him that he doesn't have a chance. But he tries anyway.

He only ends up a couple inches away from where he started when you ‘catch’ him and turn him around. You use one hand to pin his arms above his head and use the other to inject a serum meant to sedate and arouse him. “Don't worry, Peter, you won't remember any of this. If that makes you feel better. I just wanna have some fun with you first.” You toss the empty syringe.

“Get- get away from me–” He tries everything he can to hurt you but his remaining strength is starting to dwindle as the serum runs through his body. You pry his legs apart and stick your head in between. You drag your tongue up his folds then lovingly suck on his dick. You bring your hands to his chest and circle his sensitive nipples. He subconsciously raises his hips and whimpers.

“No- no- no-” He shakes his head, crying. He doesn't want to lose his virginity like this, not here, not to you. “Uhn~” His toes curl. His spidey senses are going off, making it even harder to think. The drug is making the spider parts of him go haywire, it's not working properly. It's aggressively ringing all the alarm bells inside him. His webs weakly shoot out of his wrists like a deflating balloon. His head is pounding. His brain is yelling at him.

Defend yourself. Hurt them. Kill them. Call for help. Run. Give in. Give in.

Give in.

It feels so good. It feels so good.

I wanna come. I wanna come.

His hands stick to the ground, his legs spread further apart, his mouth hangs open to sing noisy, wordless praises to compliment your skill.

“Stop!” He cries out.

Don't stop. Don't stop!

Yes!

Peter gasps, his hips jerking upwards as he squirts on your face. His head presses against the floor. His body trembles. Then he calms down.

He raises his head and looks at you as you pull away from him. His eyes follow your hands as they unzip your pants. As they free your hard dick. As they direct it onto his wet pussy. Then he focuses on your cock. Your length. Your girth.

I want it.

“No-” His voice trembles. “Don't- don't put that- inside me!”

Shove it inside me. I need it. Fill me. Mold my body to fit you. Ruin me.

The head of your cock slowly breaches him. Peter’s webs shoot out like a can of silly string on its last legs. Weak little spurts continue to leave him. Both from his wrist and from his cunt. He feels weaker every time.

It hurts. It’s too big. It hurts.

“It's interesting to see how your body reacts to the drug.” You wipe the tears from his eyes. “It's too bad I won't be using it again…Although I am interested in what’ll happen once my subordinate alters your memories…maybe I’ll tell them to make you an obedient slut for me.”

Own me.

“Ple- please-” He gasps. He's not entirely sure what he's begging for. His brain is sending conflicting messages.

You lean into his ear. “Admit it, Spidey, you love how big I am and how well I fill your tight fucking pussy.”

I love it.

“I hate– ugh-” He hisses.

I'm so full.

“I’ll kill you..” He clenches his fists.

“Oh, but I thought Spider-Man didn't kill?”

“..ma- make an exception-” He loses his ability to grip, his fists come undone as you bottom out.

“Really? I’m honored, sweetheart.” You slowly pull out, stopping before you fully leave him. “You're bleeding. Guess I was too rough.” You lick your lips at the red coating on your cock.

“You're disg—uh~!” You suddenly thrust inside him and knock the wind out of him, a longer string of web leaving his body. His whimpering and gasping quickly turns into whines and moans as you fuck him. His eyes roll to the back of his head. The bandage and wound on his cheek loosens and opens up, causing blood to run down his face. His brain starts to feel like scrambled eggs.

“Doesn't it feel good, baby?”

He responds with a jumbled mess of words that are impossible to decipher. You already took a bunch of pictures of him earlier but you find yourself wishing you still had that camera with you. In this state, he's more beautiful than any of the artwork in the Metropolitan. You grab his sides, triggering the pain in his sore, bruised body. He makes a loud and erotic noise in response.

He writhes around, sobbing and trying to squirm out of your hold. He manages to say “Please–!”.

“Since you asked so nicely.” Your thrusts stop as you come inside him. You let go of him and brush the hair out of his face, then wipe his blood.

His body twitches, like a spider that's been stepped on.

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Just making a little jab at my company. It's soooo frustrating earning a Master's just to wind up at a company that thinks all women are good for is inflating our breasts until they burst! My boss has been aggressively forcing every girl at our company to take experimental breast growth pills which have like a billion different side effects. So I was complaining to one of my coworkers that I'm depressed cause none of my old clothes fit anymore because, you know, I'm not a B-Cup anymore. I'm ...... whatever the hell this is! I don't even want to know honestly, it's too embarrassing. Probably an R-cup or S-cup.

But, well, my coworker ratted me out for complaining and because I said I was depressed I got this crazy letter at my desk saying 'Unhappy? We invite you to Lakehurst Women's Mental Wellness Center'. I cracked up laughing so hard I hard to run to the restroom. My boobs started lactating uncontrollably just because I was laughing SO hard, which they've been doing more and more lately. Hurray more side effects!

But for those not in the know, I'm not shocked Lakehurst is in my company's healthcare network, with how misogynistic my boss is. Basically you go there and they experiment on you to 'break you'. They force you to get insanely pregnant, like humiliatingly big, a dozen kids at once. You're kept naked 24/7 as male interns and students from nearby colleges are trained on you. They get to perform whatever kinky surgeries they want on girls, and fuck them, of course. Gotta make sure guys' dicks don't stay hard for more than five seconds, it's the state's number one priority! I hear they even lobotomize girls there for fun, to 'lower their IQ' if they score too high on tests. Because according to state law a high IQ for girls, or anything above 100 can be considered mental unwellness, and can legally be treated, by force if a partner or parent wants. Oh, and of course they also force you to grow giant tits, because having big boobs is good for a woman's mental health, or something.

Sooooo, I got my stupid letter and now I'm not gonna complain anymore. I just shut my mouth like a good girl and grow these monster tits for my pervy boss, who literally just sits in his office and jerks off all day, very loudly, to porn or he has us go in and strip, 'shake' and 'jiggle' our massive breasts for him so he can cum all over them, which we're not allowed to clean up the whole day if he does. There are already girls on our floor who have boobs so big they carry them in these trendy wheelbarrows or carts. I'm gonna buy one this weekend after I get paid because I'm kind of jealous, they are just soooo stylish and cute, and it'll make walking around so much easier, until they get so big I can't lift them up anymore. Godddd I can't believe I have to grow these stupid things, I hope my future husband really, really likes massive boobs. He's gonna have to get used to taking care of me real quick!"

[mercurial-chuckles]

Taut Thursday Thought

Pairing: Steve x F!Reader x Bucky | Stucky x F!Reader Warnings: Overloaded fluff | Language | Allusions to naughty times | Poly relationship | Two hot specimen | Bucky kissing | Unedited I think that's all. Lemme know if I'm missing anything. A/N: This Thought has been sitting in my drafts for so long. It’s a small, fluffy piece that can be enjoyed on its own or as the aftermath of Captain, Sgt. Grumpy, & their Doll! Note: Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work! GIF credits to the OPs! Divider credits to @buck-star Thank you :) Check out my other works: Masterlist

♡ Weeklong Thingamajig ♡

Indulge Away!

You love them.

You do.

You'd lay down your life for them in a heartbeat. You'd kill for them, too.

But right now, you were this close to throttling them both because your two men, your stubborn, clingy supersoldiers, are being utterly insufferable little shits.

Ever since that fateful mission briefing two days ago, where Steve benched Bucky for that hydra mission, you were forced into the role of mediator, therapist, and occasionally referee.

You hardly ever minded their arguments.

Being stubborn was part of their inherent charm. And if you were being entirely honest, the sight of two hot, gorgeous-looking Adonis bickering like kids was utterly cute and extremely delicious.

And, most often than not, it ended up with you stripped and fucked within an inch of your life, which you never minded, of course. Welcomed even.

But right now, you were so done, watching your two days off work nearly slip away, marred by Bucky's passive aggressiveness and Steve's sassiness. They were really dragging this out. Bucky was really dragging this out.

Desperate for some alone time, you concocted what should have been a neat plan, grocery shopping. Also, you figured if they spent some time alone they would either talk and clear it out or fuck it out.

"I'm just gonna go to the store and grab some stuff," you said casually, already halfway out the door.

Who in their right mind would volunteer for that? Well, THEM.

Steve walked to the door. "Okay," he said, grabbing his jacket and that awful excuse of a disguise, the baseball cap, that fooled no one except him.

Before you could protest, Bucky vaulted over the couch, grabbed his leather jacket, and smirked. "I'm coming." He declared.

"No, really, it's fine," you insisted, your voice as calm as you could muster. "I'll be back in a jiff. No big deal."

But it was fucking pointless.

There was one impending issue, the cashier gave you heart-eyes and creepy vibes the three times you went there alone, and your men wouldn't take it lightly if they got a whiff of it.

You hoped the cashier was smart enough not to pull off any stunt tonight. Your drama quota for the month was done.

Grocery shopping with two Avengers, who people fawned over, gathered unwarranted attention! So, you tried ditching them most of the time. Tried. When your stubborn men denied leaving you out of their sight, even for a second, you shifted to a nearby local store where not many people frequented.

Plus, the store had your favorite ice cream stocked all the time.

"You coming, doll?" Bucky called out, holding the door open for you. Steve already started the car.

Ugh! So much for some alone time.

~

It wasn't as bad as you had anticipated. There weren't too many shoppers, either.

Steve pushed the cart beside you while Bucky was a few feet behind, stopping occasionally to inspect items closely. Steve and Bucky shared looks every now and then.

It was adorable, really.

When you stopped at the pasta section, you spotted a few packs of gnocchi on the top shelf. Stretching up on your toes, you huffed in frustration as it remained just out of reach.

When you turned to ask Steve for help, he was leaning casually on the cart, clearly entertained, with a smirk tugging at his lips.

"You've got this," he encouraged, chuckling. "Put your ass into it. Yeah…just like that."

You shook your head, glaring daggers at him. "Shut up," you muttered, feeling flushed under his gaze.

Steve's grin widened, utterly unapologetic. "I'm just saying, it's good form." He gestured to your ass, wildly.

Irritated, you swatted at his bicep. He barely flinched, laughing harder now. Then, without a word, he stepped closer, boxed you in against the shelves, and effortlessly plucked a few packets of gnocchi from the top shelf.

"Beanstalk," you grumbled.

He leaned down, kissing your lips before setting the packets neatly into the cart.

Behind you, Bucky was still immersed in his sauce analysis, completely oblivious to the girl who had wandered up to him. She smiled brightly, clearly interested, and positioned herself a little too close. Bucky, oblivious, took a small step away instinctively, still studying the jar in his hand.

Steve leaned closer to you, pulling you gently against his broad frame.

"Oh, boy," he whispered.

You tugged him down to your level, whispering. "Shhhh! Be discrete, Captain."

"This should be fun," Steve muttered, glancing toward the scene. "Think I should record it?"

"Don't you dare," you warned, biting back a laugh.

Meanwhile, the girl had turned up the charm, outright flirting with Bucky.

Bucky blinked, finally noticing her intentions.

"Uh, I..." He mumbled, clearly uncomfortable. He tried to step aside, but she pressed on, slipping him a piece of paper. "Here's my number. You should call me."

Steve and you froze, exchanging wide-eyed glances as you both tried not to laugh. Steve was practically vibrating with barely contained glee.

"Steve look away," you whispered, lips twitching. "Oh, no, no, no. Did he see us?" Steve cleared his throat and pointed to some fascinating-looking dried noodles.

Bucky cast a desperate look your way, catching you and Steve pretending to be busy.

He pointed a finger at both of you, "Actually, those two..." He cut himself off, handing her the jar of sauce with a quick, "You should try this," before rushing over to you.

Then, without warning, Bucky grabbed Steve by the collar, yanked him down, and kissed him.

Full. On. Kiss.

It wasn't a peck, either; It was a no-room-for-interpretation, "this man is mine" kind of kiss. Steve's cap tumbled to the ground. Somewhere, an angel probably got its wings.

The girl gaped.

You gaped.

Steve moaned.

Bucky growled.

When Bucky finally pulled back, Steve looked dazed, and the girl bolted out of the aisle faster than you'd ever seen anyone move.

Bending down, you retrieved Steve's cap and handed it to him with a grin. "Well, that's one way to make out… work it out, I mean."

Steve blinked at you, cheeks pink. "Didn't see that coming."

"Neither did I," you said, giggling as you glanced at Bucky. "But hey, I think you just saved that girl a lifetime of rejection trauma by kissing Stevie."

Bucky crossed his arms, his lips still pink from the kiss. "What're you giggling about?"

"Oh, nothing," you teased, waving him off.

He narrowed his eyes and stepped closer. He cupped your cheek and kissed you, too, leaving you breathless.

When you finally broke away, befuddled, Steve was laughing, ushering the three of you out of the aisle. Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your shoulder while scrolling through his phone with the other hand.

"We should probably erase that footage," Steve muttered, gesturing toward the security cameras.

"Already on it, punk," Bucky snorted.

"Of course you are," You mumbled.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me," Bucky groaned, "You're gonna get it," planting a loud, exaggerated kiss on your cheek.

Meh!

It seemed like the shopping trip wasn't such a bad idea, but knowing how things might go once you got home, maybe you should consider extending your leave for another day.

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[cryptotheism]

Okay I've been thinking about other power armors in terms of Amber Skies rig terminology.

Halos mjolnir armor would be a mid grade, master chief is just huge and biologically augmented. It would be seen as like, an advanced combat focused HAZMAT suit. An Amber Skies rig engineer would probably be a bit confused as to why it was even armor. At that point, why not just continue to biologically augment the Spartans? They're already freaks, why not just tailor them so their bodies naturally grow complex ballistic plating?

Fallout Power Armor is the Amber Skies equivalent of those early WWI tanks that were just tractors with plate steel welded into the front. It's got a relatively advanced atomic power source, but it doesn't jack in to your spine, and it's made of like, tool steel. It would almost be cute. Like a golf cart with a thorium salt reactor.

Warhammer space marine armor would be insane combat grade heavyweight rigs to a rig engineer. It would be like finding an old 1980s spacesuit that someone redesigned to survive small atomics. Not terribly far off from how rig engineers see reclaimed old-world rig technology, what with their seemingly impossible alloys and exotic biometals. However, an Amber Skies rig engineer would be able to look at space marine armor, and immediately determine what sort of threats it was designed against. "Low gravity ballistic combat with aggressive necroorganisms."

A Warframe would just be a guy. Like thats a person. You have buddies at the rig shop that can molt their carapace like that. Completely normal.

[samuel-de-champagne-problems]

Peter, Peter

Spencer Reid x Female Reader (Implied Smut)

Summary: Season 2 Spencer and his girlfriend host a Halloween party and their couple costume causes some confusion

Note: Inspired by the scene in which Spencer doesn't recognize the kissing in a tree rhyme

Spencer loved Halloween. I knew that my boyfriend was a massive nerd. Honestly, it was a plus. With Spencer, I could be myself. He wasn't the type of man to raise his voice at a football game gone wrong. He wasn't the type of man had some weird purity culture blocks on me reading steamy books.

He was the type of man to passive-aggressive judge Jeopardy clues with the slightest inaccuracy. In my opinion, Spencer got a perfect score on the Jeopardy application which retroactively banned him from any type of game show in the franchise.

He was the type of man that encouraged enthusiastic and unabashed interest in things. Spencer had his old Russian novels and I had my novels with plenty of euphemisms for penis and good girl in Russian.

Compatibility, right?

Spencer had volunteered us to host team party. They spent the day hoping from grocery store to craft store to liquor store for various things they needed. The fall had finally arrived; and I welcomed the crispiness in the morning and the chill in the evening. Spencer wore a forest green and deep khaki sweater that complimented his eyes. He blushed when I told him, the tips of his reddened cheeks reached the bottom of his glasses.

"Ooh! We should use the pumpkins as a pitch for my Faerie Brew." I suggested, sizing up a rather large and lumpy orange pumpkin.

Spencer cocked his head. "What were you thinking of making?"

"Personally I think a pumpkin sangria would be revolting..." I sighed, thinking, "probably I'd do an apple, cranberry, lemonade sangria."

"Sounds like you and Penelope will be the ones to enjoy that?" He teased. Penelope was the first of the team to know. Spencer had a hard time hiding the reason as to why Penelope had caught him a florist near their apartments. I had met Penelope a couple weeks later and in the eight months since, we've become close friends. Mostly because I've grown to hate nights alone in our apartment. It's not the same without Spencer.

Spencer lifts the pumpkin and places it into the cart, waving off my insistence on helping. "Are you going to tell me what the costumes are? Derek really thinks he's slick doing what he's doing with his date."

"You'll see."

"Tell me, Y/N." Spencer pushed the cart along, stopping as I toss a packet of orange jello.

"I've never done jello shots." I claimed. "I was too serious and nerdy in college." Spencer gave me an amused look.

"I'm sure between the two of us, I was the nerdiest one back in college." He retorted, a look a smugness colored his face.

"You were twelve in college, Spencer." I countered, smiling when the tips of Spencer's crooked smile reached the part where his cheeks tinged red. "And you're lucky you're cute." I said. "But I want jello-shots."

"I'll get the sleeping bag out for Penelope. And we'll swing by the drinks aisle for some electrolytes."

---

Spencer had gotten stuck planning a seminar at the Academy so Penelope had decided to come over to help me the finishing touches. She was dressed as Hedy Lamar, the scientist/film star. The 1940s style suited her. Penelope had a bright red lip and perfectly curled blonde hair. Her dress with fitted at the waist and flared to the knees.

"You're a pumpkin?" Penelope's eyebrows were raised. She had begun organizing the jello shots tray into something resembling a pumpkin. "I would've thought you'd having the most creative costume."

I plated the mini-hot dogs into warming trays, trying to hide my thrill. I knew that Penelope would love this costume in its entirety. Spencer...he'd either love it or not.

"You'll see!" I said. Penelope had roped JJ and Emily into dressing up like the Powerpuff girls. Penelope, between the trio, had taken it the most seriously.

The rest of the team had arrived, except for Hotch who had simply shaken his head at the thought of trying Penelope's Franken-Punch. I poured the sparkly green liquid into a plastic pumpkin as Spencer walked into our apartment.

"You're the cutest pumpkin in the patch." Spencer said softly, his playful tone making me smile. Penelope pretended to gag into the kitchen sink at Spencer's sickly sweet affection.

"Usually I'd think you two are adorable, but tonight I am preoccupied." Penelope claimed. She had set her sights on one of Derek's gym buddies who was coming to the party. Much to Derek's chagrin. "Anyway, Reid. Go get your costume on." She insisted.

Spencer kissed the side of my cheek and made a face at the concoction. "You know calling this Franken-Punch isn't very accurate. The doctor is the one named Frankenstein." Penelope gave him a look. And Spencer threw his hands up, "All I'm saying is that if we're going to pay homage to the mother of science fiction we shouldn't be so cavalier with references."

Penelope huffed in faux annoyance as I kissed Spencer's face. "Go get ready, honey. JJ and Emily should be coming soon. And I think Derek and Danny are parking." I handed Spencer the bag with his costume in it and Penelope and I continued to get the apartment ready for the party.

It was hard to decide if Penelope was more enamoured with Danny or if Danny was more enamoured with her. It would be hard not to find someone who wasn't taken with the tech genius.

I sipped the drink Penelope had made. It tasted as good as it looked. Derek stood at my side, scooping some dip, chips, and a slice of pizza on his plate. Spencer came from our bedroom, a confused look on his face.

"And now what on Earth do you have him dressed as?" Derek smirked, as he noticed the text on Spencer's shirt.

Peter, Peter

"It's not anything that's not true." I shrugged, my bright orange cheeks smiling as I winked. Spencer hurried over, still confused. Penelope, JJ, and Emily took pictures together but instantly understood Spencer's confusion.

"Too much for me to know," Penelope said, groaning, "Now I see the creativity in this costume." She gestured to my pumpkin outfit.

Spencer appeared at my side, still confused. "Are you sure this isn't a mistake?" He asked, looking down at his shirt and then at me, "It's supposed to be a couple's costume, baby?"

Derek chuckled, offering to clink his and Spencer's glasses in cheers, "My man. Who would've thought."

Penelope giggled as she and the girls filled their plates and exchanged looks of both surprise and amusement. Spencer, however, remained confused. Danny, Derek's friend from the gym who wouldn't leave Penelope alone, joined in on the clever costume.

"Peter, peter, pumpkin eater. Good man," He said, clapping Spencer on the shoulder.

When the guests had gotten their food and drink Spencer and Derek stood together chatting about the results of the latest case. Gideon, who reluctantly donned a witch's hat, offered a curious glance at Spencer's shirt and then scanned his eyes towards me. He nodded, looked at Spencer and then shook his head in disbelief.

"That's enough." Spencer exclaimed. "Explain it to me." He grabbed my hand and I smiled. He always told me that my grins were infectious and just by looking at me he'll end up smiling. "Please. Derek won't stop congratulating me and I'm lost."

I chuckle, kissing Spencer on his cheek. "You're brilliant, baby." I said. "You're Peter, Peter and I'm the pumpkin. And you're a pumpkin eater." I explained.

"Oh." Spencer said cocking his head. "Makes sense. You're very sweet and I do like-" I clapped my hand over Spencer's mouth before he can continue. Sometimes that mind works too fast for the other parts of him to keep up. He kissed my palm, breaking my resolve. I laughed wrapping my arms around his neck and kissing him.

"Y/N!" Penelope called out, clearly more than inebriated, "We want to play some games. And don't worry Dr. Reid, no bobbing for apples. We'll by the looks of it, you'll be bobbing for someone's pumpkin later." She smirked.

We divided into teams three, with Spencer and I on the same team. We shared the armchair and Spencer's had wrapped themselves around my waist. Penelope, in all her drunken glory, explained the rules. Just as she was going over the rules, Spencer gasped and called out.

"Oh! You mean like...cunniligus. Well then yeah, I guess it works."

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[helslastangel]

Mars in 1H & 7H Synastry: From My Experiences 🔞

Minors, do not interact. This one's not for you.

I know this is widely known with 1H Mars synastry, but it bears repeating: this is such an electric and sexy aspect to have!

...IF you like each other. But if you don't?

Especially if the attraction is one-sided? It is SO cringe. One of you could end up hating the other easily.

In fact, let me tell you two stories that show just how differently things can go with this aspect.

Positive 1H Mars Synastry

Guy A: Leo Sun, Virgo Moon, Cancer Rising & Venus

I have my Mars in his 1H and his Venus is in my 1H.

This a VERY physical aspect, so if you're the type who loves long hugs, hugs from behind, poking, nibbling, cuddling, kissing and a LOT of sex, even after YEARS together, then keep an eye out for this aspect.

Guy A was my boyfriend of 4 years and we broke up right around the time we would have been talking engagement and such. He was also my best friend for 8 years (which would be 15 years now if we hadn't stopped talking a year after the break up).

I was wildly attracted to this guy from day one. And vice versa! And when we finally got together? Literally could not stop touching each other. It was so funny at times. You know those annoying couples trying to hold hands, steer the cart, and pick stuff up all at once in the grocery store? Yeah, we were that couple. Typically, if I wasn't literally on his lap, I'd be under his arm or pretty much pressed up beside him somehow-and vice versa. Watching TV? Someone's head would be in the other's lap, someone's hands would be in the other's hair, or rubbing their arm or belly.

I remember the first time Guy A and I went on a cute lunch date, before we officially got together. Everyone was pointing and giggling at us because it was sooooo obvious we both couldn't keep our hands off each other at all. 😂

To this day, neither his parents nor mine can believe we didn't get married. We probably should have, tbh. Lol.

Negative 1H Mars Synastry:

Guy B: Gemini Sun, Cancer Moon & Rising, Aries Venus.

I also have my Mars in his 1H. (His moon is in my 1H).

Mars in 1st synastry in one-sided connections is the absolute worst because one of you is madly (VERY madly) in lust confused for love, and the other is perpetually annoyed but attached to the adrenaline rush from all the static, especially if life isn't otherwise exciting at the time.

Guy B was long-term frenemy who I did NOT like romantically and barely liked platonically. We met on a dating site and the conversation was great but from the 1st date in person, I was instantly turned off. All his mannerisms annoyed me, I wasn't attracted to him, and I didn't want him to touch me at all. My reflex was to pull away when he tried. He was extremely attracted to me for some reason despite this, and never let it go. Not even years later. He begged to stay friends when I declined a 2nd date and I was too nice back then so I reluctantly agreed.

Every time he touched me, I wanted to backflip into a volcano. A simple hug made me irrationally angry if he tried to linger half a second too long. It didn't help that he'd always complain about me giving "church hugs."

And before the men start carrying on about how he must have been short, yada yada yada... no, lol he's 6' 5" and fairly good-looking. Just didn't like him then and still don't now.

Our dynamic was always very aggressive, especially from my end. Even our mutual friends noticed that I seemed like a different person specifically around him and not in a good way. I was verbally combative and physically tense around him, even my voice sounded less soft and I was extremely sarcastic. I don't know if he's into girls who are normally like that or if his Aries Venus just liked the challenge, but that annoyed me even more. My dad met him once and immediately acted like he wasn't even there and my mom was like "Yeah, no, don't ever date each other because one of you won't make it out of that alive, it's very obvious."

She's definitely not wrong, our entire "friendship" was a strange anomaly defined around me being perpetually annoyed that he existed but also finding entertainment in all the toxicity and him pretending not to notice that Id happily sell him to the devil for a bag of chips and continuously convincing himself that I secretly liked him.

I told him multiple times he was free to react like a normal human being and not talk to me and his response was, "Eh, I know but somehow even though I hate arguing, I don't really mind arguing with you. Like I hate it but at the same time, it's you. I'm used to it now."

Idk to say about that but yeah, there you have it folks. The moral of the story is: there are always two sides to a coin 😂

Synastry is something that can go two (if not more) ways. No placement or aspect is ever guaranteed to be positive or negative, though some skew one way or the other. If they were, we could all find our perfect matches just by picking birth charts out of a jar and studying them. Be mindful and listen to what your heart and gut tell you and then use your head.

All that being said though, can I talk about 7H Mars synastry for a sec? GOSH I LOVE when someone's Mars is in my 7H.

Mars in 7H Synastry (Positive)

Guy C: Aries Sun, Scorpio Moon, Scorpio Rising, Aries Venus

He has Capricorn Mars in my 7H and my gawd. So intentional. This was eons ago. Technically my second boyfriend, but this was the first serious boyfriend who I had all my first times with. The moment my very own McSteamy decided he wanted to date me, there was no long drawn out "should I, shouldn't I, she loves me, she loves me not" - none of that wishy-washy shit. He strolled right up to me and said, "Look, you're allowed to say yes, no, or "get lost, fool" -whatever you want. And I know this may seem a bit soon, and to be honest when I first met you, I didn't know what to think, you kinda seemed like a miss-goody-two-shoes type. But getting to know you for a couple months? I realize you're actually quite a rebel and adventurous like me, but also smart and know how to lay low and play a character when you need to. Anyway, I'd really like to kiss you, but I'm gonna ask you to be my girlfriend first, so let me know."

Well, hell I said yes before he was even done talking and he picked me right up and kissed me against the wall. That was my first kiss too, and a great memory. I love direct people who know what they want, aren't scared to take a risk and are comfortable taking the lead, especially when it's a relationship. That's a Capricorn Mars right there. With Capricorn moon in my 7H that was literally like hitting the jackpot- except I was so young. He was 8 years older than me and ready to settle down. I was just about to fly the nest and see the world and he was kind enough to realize this and not hold me back when I decided to leave.

I will say this placement is excellent if you're sure about wanting a family, kids, and the whole white picket fence thing. I made the right choice as I'm still childfree by choice now and would rather live a semi-nomadic life, working and traveling the world with someone who is the same kind of crazy as me.

I'm not sure if I've experienced any negative Mars 7H house synastry. There are so people I've connected with whose birthdays I've either forgotten or didn't ask for, so I don't have their charts. Of the charts I do have, Guy C is the only one I have this aspect with. I haven't quite felt the same 100% confident, 'all-in' relationship energy from anyone else.

I am curious about how the negative side of this would go, so if any of you have had bad experiences with Mars 7H synastry and want to share, let's meet in the comments 😹

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[ducksido]

If this one is too confusing please don't do it 😭 

So basically NRC (maybe Ortho too but platonic love) with a s/o that got turned into a cat by a potion mix-up, not naming names Grim and Adeuce 👀 (also, maybe reader could be like a maine coon? Idk but I love the idea of reader was a cat they would be bigger than grim but any cat is cute too 😖) but the twist is that s/o is not a normal cat, but actually a flerken cuz you know, not of this world haha (If you don't know what that is, it's basically a space cat from marvel) So when Idia is petting them too aggressive or Floyd is squeezing them too tightly or if anyone is annoying them, they just open their mouth and swallow them up like a fckin snack, and maybe spit them back out when they're in a good mood leaving them so fckin traumatized. And the people witnessing it are like 🧍

(I tried :])

Grim: “It wasn’t that much spilled potion!” Ace: “Yeah, you only turned the prefect into a cat the size of a toddler.” Deuce: “With... tentacles coming out of their mouth?” Grim: “Okay, maybe a little mistake.” Yuu: (blinks with void eyes, swallows a bench)

🍓 Riddle Rosehearts

Cat Form: He attempted to collar you to follow dorm rules. You yawned… and swallowed the collar. Then the leash. Then the binder full of rules. Riddle: “I—WHAT—?! OFF WITH YOUR—WAIT—" Started avoiding eye contact and leaving strawberry tarts as offerings.

Human Flerken Form: You "accidentally" inhaled the rules board again during morning announcements. Riddle: slams desk “YOU NEED TO BE BOUND—NO, I MEAN RESTRAINED—NO, I MEAN—” He’s spiraling. You blink slowly and open your mouth. He flees.

🍀 Trey Clover

Cat Form: Stayed calm even when you slurped up Ace like a spaghetti noodle. “...Guess that’s one way to deal with backtalk.” Fed you tarts like he was bribing a god.

Human Flerken Form: You swallowed a whole picnic basket. Trey blinked. “...You’re not eating me, are you?” You stare. He hands you a tart and runs.

📸 Cater Diamond

Cat Form: Livestreamed your first “snack.” “GUYS. Yuu just ate Deuce. Deuce is GONE.” Then you burped up a slime-covered Deuce. “#VoidCat is trending!!”

Human Flerken Form: You swallowed his phone mid-selfie. His scream echoed through the dorm. Ten minutes later: “W-Wait… selfie with me spitting it out???” Still posted it.

♠️ Ace Trappola

Cat Form: You got him first. He was flailing inside you. Once out, he screamed and ran to Trein for protection. He now throws stuff to test if you're in a good mood before approaching.

Human Flerken Form: You accidentally slurped his dice mid-game. Ace: “NOPE. I’M OUT. I’M GONE.” Won’t enter the same room without backup. Or garlic. Or both.

💧 Deuce Spade

Cat Form: You swallowed Ace. He panicked and offered himself next to "save" him. You swallowed him too. Now refers to you as “Elder God Prefect.” Carries salt "just in case."

Human Flerken Form: You inhaled a toolbox. Deuce stared in horror. “Y-You still have the powers?!” Tries to study void safety in his spare time.

🛌 Leona Kingscholar

Cat Form: Lifted one eye. “So you bite now. Whatever.” Then you swallowed Ruggie mid-joke. Leona sat up. “...That’s new.”

Human Flerken Form: You inhaled a whole playbook. Leona: “You’re banned from the stadium.” Still lounges near you. Tells everyone, “Watch out for the portable black hole.”

🍩 Ruggie Bucchi

Cat Form: Got vacuumed into the Flerken void while holding a donut. Returned confused, sticky, and sugar-covered. “What... what plane of existence was that?!”

Human Flerken Form: Watched you slurp a snack cart. Now keeps you on a leash when food’s involved. Bribes you with jerky to behave.

🐺 Jack Howl

Cat Form: Growled. “What are you?” Still tried to pet you. Got swallowed for his efforts. Returned with fur on end. Doesn’t speak of it.

Human Flerken Form: You absorbed a whole duffel bag. Jack: squints “You’re still... not normal.” Still protects you. Just from afar.

🦑 Azul Ashengrotto

Cat Form: Tried to offer a contract. You slurped the paper and sneezed. Azul: “That was a legal document.” Avoids you now. Low-key terrified.

Human Flerken Form: You devoured his shelf of emergency contracts. Azul fainted on the spot. Now insists on magical NDAs before entering a room with you.

🐠 Jade Leech

Cat Form: Amazed. Let himself be eaten to “see the world inside.” Returned… enlightened. Maybe.

Human Flerken Form: You inhaled a poisonous mushroom by mistake. Jade: “Ah… fascinating. May I study your digestion process next?”

🦈 Floyd Leech

Cat Form: Thought you were a new toy. “Can I squeeze ya 'til ya burst?” You swallowed him instead. He laughed the whole time.

Human Flerken Form: You devoured the pool noodle he was using to whack people. Floyd: “NEW GAME. I throw stuff in ya, you spit it out!” He's obsessed.

🌞 Kalim Al-Asim

Cat Form: LOVED YOU. “SO FLUFFY!!!” squish Got eaten and came back smiling. “THAT WAS AMAZING!! Can we do it again??”

Human Flerken Form: You inhaled a whole fruit tray. He cheers every time you eat something. “Yuu’s like a party trick AND a friend!”

🦂 Jamil Viper

Cat Form: Panicked when you swallowed Kalim. “THIS IS WHY I CAN’T HAVE PEACE.” Avoids you. Constantly sighs.

Human Flerken Form: Saw you suck up a mop and bucket. Just turned and left. “Crowley can deal with this.”

👑 Vil Schoenheit

Cat Form: Almost pet you. You hissed—your jaw cracked open with cosmic horror. Vil: “Absolutely not.” Left face masks and beauty products as tribute.

Human Flerken Form: You slurped his mascara tube. Vil: “That was limited edition.” He hasn’t forgiven you.

🍎 Epel Felmier

Cat Form: Thought you were the coolest thing he’d ever seen. “You’re like... cosmic and deadly and a cat? That’s METAL.” Tried to ride you like a steed. Got eaten instead. 10/10.

Human Flerken Form: You devoured a crate of apples. He clapped. “You’re still terrifying! That’s awesome!!” Loyal hype man for your eldritch nonsense.

🏹 Rook Hunt

Cat Form: In AWE. “Ma bête galactique! What haunting beauty!” Asked to be consumed. Came back poetic.

Human Flerken Form: You swallowed an entire statue. He wrote a sonnet about it. Calls you “la bouche du néant” (the mouth of nothingness).

🐉 Malleus Draconia

Cat Form: Pet you gently. You unhinged your jaw and let tentacles stretch. He smiled. “A kin of dragons. How wonderful.”

Human Flerken Form: You absorbed a bolt of magical lightning. Malleus laughed. “What a glorious ability.” Treats you like a royal creature of wonder.

🗡️ Sebek Zigvolt

Cat Form: You swallowed him mid-Malleus speech. He screamed. Emerged slimy. Still screaming.

Human Flerken Form: You slurped a chandelier. Sebek screeched, fled, and now hides behind Lilia when you enter.

🌙 Silver

Cat Form: Napped on you. You swallowed him. He emerged still asleep. You gave up.

Human Flerken Form: You inhaled his sword mid-conversation. He blinked. “...That’s new.” Still naps near you anyway.

👹 Lilia Vanrouge

Cat Form: Cackled. “Oh you’re just like my old war beasts!” Voluntarily got eaten. Emerged humming.

Human Flerken Form: You absorbed a stack of cursed tomes. Lilia: “Ah, snacks and smarts. I approve!”

🦴 Crewel

Cat Form: “Do NOT bite me—” CHOMP Returned covered in glitter. “How DARE—!”

Human Flerken Form: You inhaled his teaching stick. He’s taken to calling you “My most feral student.”

☕ Trein

Cat Form: Lucius loved you. He was betrayed. Trein muttered, “You are an affront to biology.”

Human Flerken Form: You slurped a bookshelf. Trein quit teaching for a week.

💀 Sam

Cat Form: “Now that’s marketable!” Tried to sell Void Treats™.

Human Flerken Form: You slurped a register. Sam: “No refunds~”

🎭 Crowley

Cat Form: Mid-monologue, you devoured his hat. He shrieked. You spat it out. He wears it with fear now.

Human Flerken Form: You swallowed his desk. He's hiding in his office and filing for “unholy insurance.”

🧠 Idia Shroud

Cat Form: Lost his mind. “You’re like a Cthulhu Pokémon. I LOVE YOU.” Tried to scan your organs. Got eaten. Worth it.

Human Flerken Form: You inhaled a gaming console. He had a full breakdown. Still simps. “Yuu-chan, if you ever wanna... uh... eat my soul, I’m cool with that…”

🤖 Ortho Shroud

Cat Form: Amazed. Called you “bio-dimensional.” Took readings from inside the void.

Human Flerken Form: You ate a vending machine. Ortho: “Can we test this on a car next?!”

🔥 Rollo Flamme

Cat Form: Called you “blasphemous.” You inhaled his incense burner. He screamed.

Human Flerken Form: You slurped a stained-glass window fragment. He now holds weekly exorcisms. Avoids you like you’re a demonic comet.

🃏 Chenya

Cat Form: Thinks you’re hilarious. “You eat people? I vanish. That’s balance.”

Human Flerken Form: You devoured a whole table. He dares you to eat things now. “Bet you can’t slurp a tree.” You did. He laughed until he disappeared.

GRIM

Grim saw you as a massive Maine Coon and immediately puffed up in a mix of awe, jealousy, and denial.

Grim: “Wha—H-How did you turn into a cat?! I’m the only cute mascot around here, ya know!”

Cue him circling you with suspicion.

Grim: “You better not try to steal my spotlight—WAIT WHAT ARE THOSE?!”

Your mouth stretched open and writhing tentacles peeked out from a dimension far beyond what Grim was emotionally prepared for. You yawned and sucked a textbook into your maw like it weighed nothing.

Grim: “NYYYYAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!”

He bolted behind the couch, eyes huge.

Grim: “You ain’t no regular cat! That’s illegal! Cats don’t have stomachs the size of the Netherworld! That ain’t biology!!”

After you swallowed Ace whole for booping your nose, Grim realized he could be next.

Grim: “Listen, buddy—pal—roomie—Yuu, we can talk about this, okay? I’m sorry I knocked over the potion, okay?! I DIDN’T MEAN TO!!”

Now? He brings you treats daily. Not because he wants to. Because he has to. It's protection money.

Grim: “I gotcha tuna! And sardines! Please don’t eat me today…”

He sleeps with one eye open now.

You finally returned to your human form—Grim was so relieved he almost cried.

Grim: “You’re back!! Thank the Sevens! No more freaky tentacle nonsense!”

You smiled… and then opened your mouth to suck up a broom, two socks, and a floating pen into the eldritch void that is now your stomach.

Grim: “ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU CAN STILL DO THAT?!”

He screamed. He screeched. He fled.

Grim: “That’s NOT normal!! Humans don’t do that!! Even I don’t do that!!”

He tiptoes around you now. Occasionally hisses when you stretch.

Grim: “Don’t make me disappear again, you freakin’ dimensional cryptid!”

…But also?

Grim: “...You’d still protect me if someone tried to hurt me, right? …Right???”

He’s both terrified and clingy. You're still his human. Just... one that now contains multiversal horrors in their torso.

Ain’t that sweet?

[leniisreallycool]

Hi hii! Could you do a fluff fic in a oneshot format where MC is hanging out with Levi and accidentally (or intentionally) do something that makes him really flustered?

Leviathan x gender neutral reader fluff

"No nononoo!" you wail, leaning forward, backward, and sideways, twisting your controller wildly.

Levi shoves you with his shoulder. "Stop flailing! You're gonna knock me off the couch!"

"Well then stop knocking me off the course!" you shout, desperately trying to stay on the Devilcart track. Of course your muscle memory for human world video games doesn't translate to demon technology and you're losing horribly.

"I wouldn't if you weren't playing like a normie!"

"Shut up!"

You've both reached the final circuit and nearing the finish line. You're way behind him and there's no way to catch up. And then an evil thought comes to mind.

There's no way to catch up by legitimate means. Levi is way better than you might ever be, and he's going to win again and rub it in your face. So you do the only thing you can think of: you boop his nose.

Levi instantly goes stiff and his cart flies off the track, and you swerve frantically to course correct. Your cart slides over the finish line with little time to spare, the comms' carts flying past you but that's okay because you've already won.

Doing a little victory wiggle in your seat, you look over at Levi who has yet to move. He's completely frozen.

"Uhh, Levi? What's wrong?" You wave your hand in front of his face and that's when he snaps back into his body.

Shrieking, he throws himself as far from you as he can, horns and tail popping out in his distress. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!?!?!"

You've never heard someone literally keyboard smash with their words, but that's what he doing now. From his neck up is redder than the juice of a hell tomato and steam pours out of his ears. Which, while really cute, is more than a little concerning. You don't know if demons are supposed to do that.

"I didn't wanna have to use that cursed language for a week," you say airily, "so obviously I had to do something."

Levi curls his tail around his body and pulls one of the limited edition Ruri Hana pillows off the couch over his face and continues squealing something incomprehensible.

You slide off the couch and set your controller off to the side. Crouching next to him, you attempt to tug the pillow away from his his face, but he's much stronger than you. You bite your lip to stifle your giggles.

So you lay down on the floor next to him. "Sorry, Levi, I didn't mean to upset you."

Faster than you can blink, Levi flips around and smashes you in an aggressive hug, wrapping his arms and legs and tail around you so you can't run.

One scaly finger pokes your nose and you blink.

"Boop," Levi says.

Then before you can react, he disappears. You sit up and look around, but by the time you're back on your feet, he's already gone. Guess that's what happens when you do normie shit to him.

[mae-gi-writes]

Finders Keepers | Gally [TMR] - Part 5

In which Gally gets soft for one of the boys in the Glade, only…is it a boy? alternatively; In which Mai disguises herself into a boy to fit in the Glade, only to be suspected by the keen eyes of the Builder's Keeper.

taglist: @edynmeyer1 @ss28 @kurowvie @vaugarkel

A/N: omg omg things are starting to roll and I'm so down for all of it. What do you think so far of Gally and Mai?

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"The shuck you lookin' at?"

"I'm not looking at anything," says Mai as she plops another spoonful of mashed potatoes in Gally's plate, all while keeping a watchful eye on Frypan. The latter is currently grilling sausages and whistling to himself. She pushes the already-filled plate towards Gally and hisses, "just take it."

"You like him," Gally says it like a statement, not even a question. The idea has Mai's ears burn red, "no I don't. Now stop talking to me so I can go back to work."

A few days have passed since the incident and apart from a few weird looks from Jeff and Clint, Mai has escaped their tirade of questions for this month. For now, she's safe and back out of the radar.

Safe from everyone, except for Gally, who seems to have other ideas.

Like right now currently, when he's adamant that Mai has a crush on Minho. It doesn't help that Minho is cute and does make her blush from time to time. But hey, who can blame her? The Runner is a hugger and enjoys physical touch. He does it with everyone, so it's not like she can just ask him to back off without reason. That'll make him even more suspicious.

Gally doesn't think so, "what d'you like about him anyway? He's an asshole and he's full of himself."

"You are the asshole, Gally," Mai flicks her fork at him with a scowl, "now get lost."

She's not one to daydream of such things but she swears that something has changed between them within the past week. Gally somehow feels less aggressive. Oh, don't get her wrong, he still bullies her to death when no one's looking, but Mai likes to think that his actions speak louder than words.

And it feels as though he doesn't really mind having her around him.

But being friends with Gally also means to be bullied by others because of it. The first time it happened, she'd been busy unloading some meat from her cart when one of the Gladers pushed her over when she wasn't looking. She fell to the ground, eyes narrowed into slits as the Gladers around her laughed, but decidedly ignored them in favour of keeping the peace.

That doesn't stop them from trying to get something out of her.

It happens on an evening where all Keepers had been called to a meeting. Mai had been busy tasked with collecting some firewood for the Kitchens as Frypan needed more for the fires, and had been so engrossed in the task that she is surprised to find that night had fallen before she'd known it.

It's dark out now and with no light to guide her, she grips the sack of branches close to her chest as she treads carefully, squinting to follow the light of the Homestead.

"Oh look what we have here."

She freezes, turns over her shoulder slowly until she comes face to face with one of the Gladers that's been annoying her ever since she can remember; Henry.

He's one of the Builders, just as buff as Gally but short and squat, making him look rounder than he appears. His face makes Mai want to run for it and as he grins, she swears she feels her feet tremble. The desire to run prickles the back of her neck.

"Give it a rest Henry," Mai says flatly. It's been a while and she's not in the mood for this games.

"You know, we're in a Glade full of boys." He advances towards her and from the trees come out more Gladers, ones that she's unfamiliar with. Her stomach clenches with apprehension and she takes a shaky step back, "so we have needs, and sometimes, we need someone to fullfill those needs."

"That's pathetic," she snaps. Fear is pounding at her heart, causing a permanent ringing to thrum through her ears.

"Is it?" His grin widens, "let's find out."

Mai doesn't wait. She turns to break into a run—

But arms grab at her before she can, throwing her to the ground as a cry leaves her lips. Someone swivels her around roughly before she's forced to kneel at the knees.

"Stop it!" She yells out, tears starting to gather in her eyes at the thought that maybe there's no way out of this. Shit. And it's dark, nobody wanders to the forest in the dark.

The other gladers laugh like she's burst out a joke, "he's cute. I like him." One of them says.

"Let's see if he's got more spike than this," and to her horror, Henry starts to unzip his pants right before her eyes.

Mai's head jerks away, "stop it! Help!" She tries to shout as loud as her lungs would go, to no avail. The gladers swarm around her like a pack of Hyenas and she can't help but look at Henry's girth. It's red and throbbing and makes her want to throw up.

No. She begs silently, tears streaming down her face as she tries to push and shove and bite and kick-- anything, anything--

A hand clamps down on her skull, stopping her from moving altogether.

"Let's see what you're made of Greenie," Henry cackles as he advances forward, holding his girth in his hand. He grabs hold of her hair and pulls, roughly, until she's face to face with it. Her eyes squeeze shut as she hears him laugh out like a maniac. It sends chills down her spine, even more so when he squeezed her head--

"Everything all right here?"

The hand freezes. As does everyone.

Mai's throat bobs. A sob breaks out of it.

Through tear-rimmed eyes, she can barely make out two figures at the far end of the forest.

But she feels like she knows this voice. It's one that she hears everyday.

"Gally," Henry is quick to let go, zipping up his pants in the process though still keeping his hold on her hair, "what are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you that," a new voice. Newt's, speaks up as the slim figure advances forward. There's a dangerous tone to it, the kind that's like a warning bell and the other Gladers seem to sense it too, moving back slowly and away from Henry, letting go of her arms in the process.

"Just having a little fun here with the Greenie," he tries to sound confident, but it's clear he fears his Keeper. But his mistake is asking, "what do you say? Wanna—"

His words barely make it out of his mouth before a fist swings out in his direction.

Henry goes down with a cry. A series of footsteps thump along the ground, and there stands Gally, breathless and looking absolutely terrifying. Furious.

"You disgusting shank," he grabs Henry's collar, jerks him up before delivering another blow. And another, and another—

"Gally!" Newt shouts. The said Builder stops in mid-action, looking down at Henry's bloodied face with his jaw still clenched. Newt continues, "that's enough, man. Let him go."

Gally's still glaring, hold tightening even further.

"Gally," Newt repeats more firmly and this time the Builder lets him go, Henry falling to the ground in a heap, "I'll bring them back to Homestead. Let Alby deal with them."

Newt then jerks his head towards the lights, "come on then. Right now."

The gladers have no other choice but to obey the second-in-command with their eyes cast down and away from Gally's furious glare. Not that he notices. He's looking down at Henry, shoving him to the ground with one last threatening curse as the latter yelps and runs as far away as he possibly can.

It is then that Mai's knees give out and she crumples up like a broken doll, chest tight and breaths coming out in small gasps.

Gally turns to her and in his voice she hears a tinge of softness, "hey Greenie."

He closes the distance between them before leaning down so that they're face to face, "are you alright?"

The girl opens her mouth. Closes it. Opens it once more, to realize that nothing can come out. Her limbs are frozen in place, her heart still racing like a horse against her chest. She can feel the tear stains on her cheeks, carving paths down her skin and maybe it's just the shock of it all that causes a sob to echo out of her throat.

She starts crying, and Gally's hand lands on her shoulder.

"Hey hey, it's fine. They're gone," his gentleness surprises her, for he's never been like this. He's not usually, not in their every day life. But sitting here with her as she cries her heart out makes her chest warm despite the earlier events, like a beacon of security, a barrier of protection against the world. That's how Gally feels to her.

Before she knows it, she's thrown herself at him, not caring that he still believes she's a guy. Grabbing a hold of his shirt with both hands, the girl doesn't hesitate to bury her face in his chest as she feels the Builder freeze.

It's only for a moment though, a tiny fraction of a second, before his arms go around her — they're hesitant, unsure — and settle on her back.

He gives her a few awkward pats. She can feel the tension along his neck.

"Right greenie. No need to cry," he says gruffly against her hair, but not pulling away when she nuzzles even closer still. His warmth and scent are addictive, they feel like home in a foreign place. Mai realizes she kind of likes it, "these shanks aren't gonna touch you again, not after Alby's punishment."

But Mai is in her own world, clinging to Gally's comfort like it's the only thing holding her in place, the only stability she has as the emotions tremble through her, courses through her chest and knots in her stomach. It's like a dam finally breaking open and so Gally realizes he has no other choice but to be here for a while, and so decides to pat her on the back, trying not to take note of how slim the Greenie is under his fingertips, how tiny and fragile, almost—

No. No. No. You are not going there.

Mai finally calms down after what seems to be like an eternity, her sobs dying out into sniffles. The Builder's hand has moved up to her head since, smoothing down over her short hair almost absentmindedly. He drops it like he's burnt himself upon realization, pulling a grimace as he does so.

She whispers out his name so softly he barely hears it. He looks down at her with a soft frown, one that's swimming with genuine concern, only to hear the girl say, "thank you for saving me."

He's about to reply when Mai interrupts him by pressing a kiss.

Right onto his cheek.

----

Mai realizes a bit too late what she's doing.

She jerks away at the same time that Gally's mouth drops open. The girl scrambles back in surprise, eyes wide as she holds up her hands in a defensive stance.

"I—I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me I—" her squeak dies out as she watches the said young man rub at his cheek, where her lips had been a few seconds prior. He's not looking at her, glaring down at the ground and a flush creeping up the back of his neck.

"Gally I—"

"Forget it."

He's already walking away so fast that Mai has to scramble to catch up to him. Her heart is galloping like a wild horse against her chest, but not for the same reason this time. She feels the permanent blush taking over her face as she tries to stutter through a bunch of excuses, "I'm so sorry Gally, I—It won't happen again it's just— you know, I was scared in the moment and I—"

"I said forget it Greenie," he snaps as he keeps walking.

Mai's shoulders slump. Great, she thinks to herself, way to get him disgusted with me.

The rest of the walk back to Homestead is quiet and Mai decides it's better not to interrupt the peace until they reach the Council room. The gladers responsible are already inside, Henry included. Mai can't help but wince and hide behind Gally's broad back when she feels his dirty eyes on her frame.

Alby is in the middle of giving them their punishment, "—three days in the Slammer, no food, and when you get back from there, you're all gonna be Slicers until you apologize to Mai. Sincerely." He adds coldly, "consider this a merciful punishment. I could've have you banished if I wanted."

The Gladers murmur out their thanks. Not Henry, whose beady eyes are still locked on Mai's frame.

"Mai's lying to us," he suddenly calls out. The room falls silent as all eyes drag to Henry.

Mai freezes on the spot. Oh no. Has she not been discreet enough? Is this what she thinks it is?

Will she be going into the Slammer too?

"What do you mean?" Asks Alby.

Newt is also frowning at the said glader, eyebrows kissing at the center as his gaze trails over to Mai.

"This—" Henry jabs a shaky finger into Mai's direction, "This is a girl! She's been lying to us this whole time!"

"What in the bloody world are you talking about?" Newt asks but it's too late. Everyone has already spun around to look at Mai and each passing second that goes by causes Mai's reality to shatter because the truth is coming out, and the truth— no matter how hard she tries to hide — is real.

Her eyes move from the disbelief in Newt's, to the confusion in Alby's, before finally landing on Gally's blue gaze. His are a stormy aquamarine, something like realization causing the color in his eyes to shift and widen.

She can't deal with it. Not with them all looking at her like she's a sick secret.

So she does what she knows best.

She runs.

———

The Council room erupts into chaos as soon as Mai sprints away like her life depends on it.

Gally's first, already striding to the door with purpose only to be stopped by a pair of arms.

"Wait," Alby holds onto him with his jaw clenched and tight, "Gally, stop."

"I—" but Gally's thoughts are scattered and nonsensical, the memories of the Greenie, all the shower nights and the suspicious behavior, that one time Mai claimed he had a stomach ache because he was hungover... everything is starting to make sense and he has no idea how to deal with it.

"Gally," Alby's voice brings him back and the Builder allows himself to be pushed into a vacant bench. His fists tighten at his sides as he glares into the ground, one hand unconsciously going up to rub at his face in growing exasperation.

Shit. He's already feeling a headache coming in.

Henry, on the other hand, seems to be delighted at the unfolding of events, "see?! i told you she was a girl! And now she's shuckin' scared for her life because she lied to all of us—"

"Shut up Henry," Newt interrupts, his voice shaking with so much restrained anger that it takes everyone by surprise, "you're still an asshole for what you did to her. So slim it or I'm throwing you headfirst into the maze."

That, coming from Newt, instantly causes the said boy to close his mouth. Alby advances towards him slowly, a certain kind of darkness in his eyes that wasn't there before. He feels like a predator ready to pounce on his prey and all too soon Henry starts squirming.

"What you said about Mai," Alby starts off slow, though the venom in his voice is unmistakable, "that's a very serious accusation, shank. Do you even know what you're saying?"

"I saw her!I swear I did and--"

"So you spied on her?" Gally's rage increased tenfold. He wants nothing more than to wring his petty neck. He feels Newt's hand on his shoulder, a reminder to stay composed, and tries to relax.

It doesn't work.

"Well--I--I mean I had to, to prove my point--" Henry's eyes dart back and forth between the Glade Leader and the Builder that looks like he's going to kill him and place his head on a pike, "listen, the point is, she's not who she says she is. She's a shuckin' liar, a traitor! She's the one that should be thrown into the Maze because she broke the rules!"

"We'll be the judge of that," Alby cuts him off sternly. He turns to Newt, "get these slintheads into the Slammer. And him--" he points at Henry, "he doesn't get out of there until we know what we're gonna do with him."

"What?!" Henry tries to flail away from the other Gladers circling around him to grab at his arms, "I've protected the Glade from this chick. We don't even know what she can do! If she's the only girl maybe she's hiding something--"

But Gally's had enough. His hand jerks out, grabbing a fistful of Henry's shirt before wrenching him close so that they're face to face with each other. And when he speaks, his voice is merely above a growl.

"Listen here, you slinthead," Henry can't help but let out a whimper when Gally tugs him even closer, teeth baring dangerously and eyes so narrow and cold they look merciless, "maybe she did have her reasons for lying to us. And even if she did, that doesn't give you the right to spy on her, or to take advantage of her like that," Gally snarls, "do you understand me?"

"Y--Yes," Henry stutters before a few other Gladers pull him away from the Builder's trembling, raging gaze that speaks volumes.

It is only when Alby's hand drops onto his shoulder that Gally realizes he's gone back into his thoughts without realizing that the Council room is now void of people.

"I think you should go and find Mai," Alby says gently, totally unlike how he'd been a few minutes earlier, "we can't seem to find him -- her."

Truth to be told, Gally wouldn't blame Mai for trying to get away from all this shit show when she's had enough to deal with in one evening. But it's still night and Gally's starting to worry about whether the guy -- girl -- will freeze to death. The Glade is known for being relentlessly cold at night time and if he remembered correctly, Mai had been wearing nothing but a loose t-shirt.

He searches everywhere. The showers, under the kitchen tables, amidst the hammocks. He even goes out of his way to light a torch as he ploughs through the forest with Newt and a sleepy Minho who'd been woken up for the occasion, to no avail. It seems that Mai has just disappeared into thin air and despite the fact that Gally tries to brush it off, he can't quite help the way his stomach knots itself into two at the thought of Mai being all alone in the dark.

That is, until he decides to prowl through the trees.

He finds her then, cooped up amidst a few branches a few feet above ground, high enough that no one would've normally noticed her presence. He catches sight of her tensing as he approaches, the black outline of her figure moving back slowly as if fearing the worst. So he calls out, just in case:

"Hey Greenie," he pauses, waiting. The figure stays immobile, "it's just me."

Nothing. Silence that tears through the open space with the only interruption being the whistle of trees and the groaning of metal from the maze in the distance. It feels like forever and Gally has half a mind to climb up there himself when she finally speaks.

"I'm sorry."

He squints up at her, "don't be stupid. Just get down."

"I've lied. Henry's right," she blurts out, "I am a girl, I just didn't know how to tell you all without you freaking out about it."

"So what?" Gally responds, "Now we know. Big deal. Now get down so we can go back to Homestead to get some sleep."

He inclines his lamp towards hers so that he catches a glimpse of her face, and sure enough, the fear etched into her features is one that is reminiscent of a doe caught in broad daylight, causing something in the pits of Gally's stomach to soften.

She's so fragile. How in the world had he not noticed it then?

No. He had noticed.

He just hadn't wanted it to be true.

"Come on Greenie," Gally murmurs out, extending a hand in the process, "are you gonna keep making me wait?"

"I never asked you to wait for me, or to look for me, for that matter," She shoots back, "you can go back to sleep there and I'll stay here."

"Greenie."

"Gally."

He lets out a puff of air, "don't make me come and get you myself."

A ghost of a goosebump shivers up her spine at his words before Mai finally lets out a sigh of her own, "alright fine. On one condition."

"What?"

"I--" she bites onto her lower lip, chews it for a few seconds before looking back at him shyly. When she speaks next, her voice has dropped to a soft murmur, "can I stay with you? I--I don't feel safe. Not tonight."

Gally's heart almost explodes. Here she is, looking like a pretty thing stranded up in those trees with those big brown eyes looking down with glistening tears, and she's asking if she can stay with him for the night. He wonders whether people die from heart attacks as a result of personal interactions because he swears he can feel his heart almost jumping out of his chest. His skin feels warm to the touch and he wouldn't be surprised if someone were to point out that he's blushing.

Nevertheless, he keeps his voice steady and tender when he answers, "yeah alright."

[ranhaitanisgf]

Hi 👋. Can I have “enemies to lover” and “stuck together” head canons with Ran. They get handcuffed together by their friends. And are forced to spend the day together. And they both realize they aren’t as bad as they thought. Since they were only ‘enemies’ due to some misunderstandings. Maybe reader has to go through her schedule and Ran just in a forced to tag along. So they go grocery shopping, he sees her taking care of siblings, etc. Ran teases her a lot as well. Thanks!

— ran haitani // enemies to lovers // stuck together

[𖤐] haii i once again just cranked this out w/o thinkin abt it sawr. idk !! i am so tired rn i cant even tell if this is good but wtv lmk if its good or not lol. i hope you all enjoy xoxo !

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❥ when you felt something cold and metal click on your wrist as you were getting ready to leave school, you were certainly not expecting to come face to face with ran haitani, and you were especially not expecting for the thing around your wrist to be a pair of handcuffs, the other end being attached to his own wrist. when you glanced at the people next to him, you could only sigh, seeing his brother and your best friend grinning devilishly, (you swore you’d only seen that look on rindou’s face when he was beating someone up, which seemed unlucky for you somehow). 

“can you guys stop fucking around and take these off? i have things to do.”  “heyyy, that’s so mean to me, (y/n)! i’ll come by your place and take them off at the end of the day, but for now they’re staying on! you’ll thank me later!”  “what?! get back here-! ugh, already gone…” 

❥ you stood there for a few moments, wondering if you should just drag ran along with you and chase after the pair until they let the two of you go. you’re not really concerned about whatever is on ran’s schedule for the day, but you’re more worried about how you have to get all of my responsibilities done. you have to go to the grocery store, pick up tonight’s dinner, cook dinner, help with your sibling’s homework, do your own homework, and one of them ask for you to bake something for their school? that was also going to take time, but maybe-

“hellooo, earth to (y/n)? you there?”  “yeah, i was just thinking. you heard of it?” “guys would probably like you more if you were cute instead of so aggressive, y’know~”  “do you ever shut up about stupid shit for more than two seconds? you know what, don’t even answer that. i have stuff to do that’s more important than your stuff, so let’s go.” 

❥ on the walk to the grocery store, you heard quite a number of complaints from ran about how ‘he’s a busy guy’ and ‘i’ve got stuff to take care of too!’, but frankly, you just dragged him along anyways. you knew that if there was anything seriously important on his schedule that he would probably be more serious, but given the teasing tone of his voice, you completely ignored him. 

❥ walking through the aisles of the grocery store was a bit of a challenge given the special circumstances, especially with the fact that ran was like some kind of child, popping random snacks into the cart when you weren’t looking. it didn’t help that the two of you received some very strange looks, people whispering about god knows what as you walked by, (you could never come back here). 

“what’s with all this stuff you’re getting anyways?”  “for my siblings.”  “you have siblings? how many?” “three younger; two brothers and a sister.” 

❥ there wasn’t a whole lot of serious talking during the shopping trip aside from that, but you noticed that ran seemed very pensive when he learned that information. you probably would have thought about his sudden seriousness a bit more if you weren’t very eager to get out of this store, (though you had to admit, he was somewhat cute when he was serious). 

❥ the walk to your home proved to be just a tad bit awkward; there wasn’t a whole lot of words exchanged between the two of you. you weren’t sure what you were even supposed to say given the situation, so you just decided to stay quiet, which is what ran had seemingly also decided. at least, until he suddenly spoke up. 

“do you do this everyday?”  “hm? yeah, on days when i’m not working.” “working? isn’t there some school rule that you can’t have a job?”  “yeah, that’s why i work in yokohama.” “yokohama?!”  “yep.”

❥ for the next few minutes there was no other words spoken, but he grabbed some of the grocery bags out of your hands, carrying a couple more bags than you were. 

❥ this was one of the only times you had ever seen him this serious, and it was throwing you a bit off. he was usually the stark opposite of serious, so to see this new side to him made you wonder what he could be hiding. just a moment after you turned the idea over in your head, the teasing tone was back in ran’s voice. 

“so, you’re finally able to be seen with me in public, hm~ how does it feel?”  “what’re you talking about?”  “just so you know, it isn’t cute to play dumb, sweetcheeks.”  “um, seriously, what are you talking about?” 

❥ you’re still unsure of how to feel about the words exchanged between the two of you during the rest of the walk; honestly, you had always disliked him because of the way that he disregarded the fact that he was quite privileged to be able to attend school and therefore almost never attended, but you’d never hated him for something small like that. and sure, maybe you thought it was stupid that he was always beating people up, but to be honest, it wasn’t exactly any of your business in the first place, so why would you care? 

❥ he revealed to you in short time that he had been informed that you were embarrassed to be seen with him at all, which was why he disliked you, (you never recalled even thinking such a thing, so you were really questioning the source of his information). 

❥ he’d even acknowledged the points you’d told him about school, ran even mentioning that he was trying to catch up on his studies so that he could maybe still graduate with the rest of the grade, (the amount of work he had missed was incomparable to any other student aside from rindou). 

❥ you felt a little bit relieved when the two of you arrived at your house, entirely because you didn’t want to think too much about ran haitani right now. you have other priorities, and thinking about ran haitani can wait until later. 

❥ when you opened the door and slid your shoes off, you could hear the pitter-patter of little footsteps running to the front door. your siblings all ran for you, wrapping themselves around your legs and hugging your side as they all talked at once. 

“i missed you so much!”  “school today was so boring, and at lunch-” “what’s for dinnerrrrr, i’m sooooo hungry!” 

❥ despite all of the overlapping of the sentences, you still responded to each one of your siblings with patience and kindness, making ran’s heart skip a few beats, (he’s ignoring why). 

❥ when your siblings asked about the boy next to you, you just said that he was ‘some guy from school’, but the teasing wink you sent his way did something to him. he had only ever seen the side of you that was always slightly annoyed with him, so this was truly the first time he had ever seen you even somewhat outside of this norm. 

❥ he thought it was pretty nice :)

❥ he helped you set all the groceries on the counter, even taking them out of the bags and handing the cold items to you as you put them in refrigerator. the sudden change in the relationship between the two of you did feel a little bit weird, but it was somehow in the best way possible. as you cooked dinner, the playful banter between the two of you as he watched you cook and helped with prepping ingredients was honestly refreshing, which was something you never thought you would think about ran haitani. 

“hmm, i bet i can shop a carrot faster than you~”  “oh really? you realize i’ve been chopping carrots for a long time?”  “you’re not the only one who cooks dinner around here, doll.”  “okay then, you’re on!” 

❥ maybe it was the fact that you were both older sibling’s, but you somehow felt like he was so understanding of the situation. despite the fact that the both of you were forced to be together after school, here he was, helping you cook dinner for your family and not trying to pull apart the handcuffs, (you had to admit though, it was a challenge to cook with only one hand). 

❥ you also had to admit that seeing ran interact with your younger siblings during dinner completely warmed your heart; his charm was turned up all the way, but with the best intentions possible. he was indulging in all the random talk about their current interests and hobbies, and he even offered to teach one of your younger brothers how to skateboard!

❥ after dinner, you helped out with any homework you could while you did your own homework, telling ran off at the fact that he didn’t collect the homework assignments that he had missed in the past couple of weeks, (he took a couple looks at your paper and what you were working on, then immediately shook his head and said, ‘next time, maybe…’). 

❥ after your siblings were asleep, the two of you even had a blast baking the brownies for your younger sister’s school event! at one point, he threw a handful of flour at you, leaving you covered in the white powder. you both stood there shocked, ran looking at you with a shocked look on his face as if he wasn’t expecting that outcome at all. 

❥ and so went to get your revenge. 

❥ your hand dipped into the container of flour throwing it right back at him, even going so far as to rub it all over his scalp so that his dark roots were now white. you were a bit unnerved by how good he looked when he was laughing, and how melodious his voice was, especially when he was calling your name- stop! what are you even thinking right now?!

❥ the fight eventually died down when the amount of space between the two of you was suddenly very small, both of you slowing down your actions and stopping, looking at each other, (was there some kind of drug in his gaze? why can’t you look away?)

“y’see somethin’ you like?” “w-what?! no! i mean, i was just, i wasn’t even-” “relax, relax, i’m just teasing. you should’ve seen your face though; it was pretty cute~”

❥ and with that, he just continued on with baking the brownies, acting as if what he just said was completely normal. somehow, this technique worked on you, since you also just pretended like nothing happened, though you didn’t step away when you realized the two of you were standing arm to arm at the counter. 

❥ even though you were pretending that nothing had happened, you couldn’t deny the butterflies you felt in your stomach, courtesy of ran haitani of all people, (if somebody had told you this morning what would happen, you would have called them a bumbling liar). 

❥ maybe being temporarily attached to him wasn’t so bad…

[thelastevilregal]

14, 15, 17, 20, 44, 75, 82, 95, 119, 127

Indulging you in your love of talking about yourself .D

You're the best 🥹

Putting a read more option because my response really did get long.

14. Do you believe in luck and miracles?

Yes, absolutely. Everyone needs a little bit of both in their life.

15. What good thing happened this summer?

So many good things happened last summer. I don't think I can pick between when my sister came to visit and when I went on a family vacation to the dunes. When my sister visited, I dragged her to an In This Moment concert and we both had a really good time but it was an especially transformative experience for me because they've been one of my favorite bands since I was a teen and I really relate to, and find comfort in a lot of their songs. The dunes was fun because I hadn't been on a family vacation in years. I got to go offroading, splash around in one of the Great Lakes, and see one of the most beautiful sunsets I've ever seen in my life. Oh and my mom also kicked my ass at go carts, as usual 🙄

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

The universe is such a vast place, I'd be shocked if there isn't. I mean didn't they technically already find some? There was like some bacteria or something on Mars right? (Looked this up and apparently there was a rock on Mars that had the appearance of housing past, now deceased microbes but no definitive evidence that that was for sure what it was.)

If the question is referring to intelligent life, I think that's probable as well. Just look at the humble octopus. We divulged from each other at a very early point in the evolutionary tree and then developed high intelligence independent of each other in very different environments, so we know already that there isn't just one specific condition that would allow for the development of sapience. I've seen it theorized that octopi would have societies similar in complexity to ours if only they lived longer.

So taking that into account, as well as the sheer number of solar systems out there, I think there's definitely other intelligent life. However, I am also pretty convinced that none of these aliens have come into contact with us or our planet yet.

20. Do you like your neighbors?

Yeah, they're pretty chill. I've dogsat for both of them before. Don't like the ones on the right as much because one of their dogs is a scared little chihuahua that pees on me whenever I try to pick him up to take him outside and one of the others is an aggressive boxer that growls at me like he wants to take my face off. The ones on the left have a schnauzer who is a respectable older gentleman and a husky/sheltie mix named Gizmo. Gizmo is very cute. I don't know if it's ethical to post pics of other people's pets online so I'll have to dm you a pic of him.

44. Trip to outer space or bottom of the ocean?

Bottom of the ocean. Show me those fucked up fish!

75. Favourite animal?

Barn Owl. I think the way they hunt is so cool because, unlike most other owls, they hunt primarily using their hearing rather than eyesight. Because of this, they can hunt in total darkness. This feature is also the reason for their distinctive, heart shaped face. And the color and patterning on them is just gorgeous.

Also I was a huge fan of Gaurdians of Gahoole as a child so I'm sure that influences my preference as well.

82. Favourite movie?

I could not, for the life of me, pick a single favorite movie so I'm just going to list the ones that I feel like I could watch over and over again until the heat death of the universe without ever getting tired of them:

The Princess Bride, Labrynth, Jurassic Park, Aliens, Mrs. Doubtfire, The Parent Trap (the Lindsay Lohan one obvs), The Prince of Egypt, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, How to Train Your Dragon, Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper, the Twilight Saga, Train to Busan, and Talk to Me.

95. Last movie you watched?

Midsommar (it was so good, highly reccomend)

119. Favourite book?

Winter Dance by Gary Paulsen. It's an autobiographical piece about a man who decides to run the Iditerod, and all the trials and tribulations of doing so when you don't really know what you're doing. It follows him as he expands from having a simple trapline team to a full blown long-distance sled team.

I love Paulsen's writing style. His imagery is so vivid, the action scenes are sufficiently tense, and there are parts that are so hilarious that I still laughed at them on my second and third read through. Highly recommend.

127. What makes you happy?

Gonna list some things that I either don't do often enough or haven't done in a while but I think it still counts.

Dryland mushing, offroading, tarp surfing, writing, going for a walk on a mild day, finding a book that just engrosses me from the first chapter until the last word, deep conversations with intelligent yet strange women, being in a large body of water, solving a problem I've felt stuck on for forever, maple syruping, spearfishing, canoeing, camp fires, communing with spirits, waking up sore after a previous day of intense physical activity, someone I care about telling me they were thinking of me or that they miss me, long road trips, riding in the car on a hot day with the windows down and the music blaring, putting together a really cute outfit before going out, laying in the grass under the sun, laughing with friends until my sides hurt, eating a fresh fruit/vegetable from the garden, and so many other things because the world is full of small wonders.

[the-haunted-office]

"Hey Doom... uh, can you help me?" Ed shoves a hand into his pocket.

"I need, um... sliders--those mini sandwiches? Sloppy-Joes, I think. Or something equally juicy and messy." He pulls his cleaning cloth out of his pocket with one hand, and slips his glasses off with the other, then rubs the cloth in circles on the lenses as though to polish them while he continues to talk, even though the lenses are already perfectly spotless.

"I need a lot of them. Like. A dozen-dozen. A gross, if you will. And-- something to transport them in--something that's easy to access. That I can grab them quickly from--and a box of surgical gloves. So I don't accidentally--y'know, gluten myself. No need to waste perfectly good gluten free bread. It's for, ah, perfectly normal, non-malicious reasons and definitely has nothing to do with a certain poisonous flower why would you ask?"

Doom's in her room in the middle of sorting through her rocks again. It's always without rhyme or reason, seemingly. There's sort of a reason behind it, but it's hard for her to explain - the rocks just want to be arranged a certain way, and rearranged in certain ways, and she has to do it every so often otherwise they get out and do a bunch of weird things.

So she's doing that when Ed speaks up. She looks up and spins her chair around with an eyebrow raised in amusement because this all sounds like a bunch of happy bunch of chaos to her and she's wondering what this is all about. Naturally she is terribly curious, but she also doesn't want to pry.

With a cheeky sort of grin growing on her expression, she lets out a little puff of laughter and says, "Okay. Okay, yeah, I'm definitely not curious about this in the least, ehehehehe. But yeah, I can do all that, ehehehe. Sloppy Joes are just about the messiest thing there are out there as far as little sandwiches go, ehehe."

Something about the way he pauses the clean his glasses gives her cuteness aggression something awful and she has to physically stop herself from biting him by biting herself instead... by biting down on the inside of her cheek.

She stands up and rubs her hands together. "Right! So! Gross sandwiches. A shit ton of them, ehehehe. Oh, and rubber gloves so you don't die, very important. We could wheel those around on a big cart." And then, because she can't help but ask: "So, should I ask or is it better that I wait and be surprised? Also, can I watch?"

[thehomophobe]

The Floridian Couple: POLICE BRUTALITY Part 2

Downtown: the shadiest, dangerous, horniest place in the city. Where occultists and humans get together to have a good time and such. It's no wonder there were so many missing cases here.

*Claire looked at the file again: there were photos of men, women, and children. They were occultists and humans, which meant none of the victims were connected except for they all disappeared here. She sucked a breath in frustration.*

There's nothing that connects them; not even where they were last seen. *Claire fixed her glasses and scratched her head, her cap was off to reduce suspicion.* Guess I'll have to scout the area for clues.

*Walking out the alley way, Claire observed her surroundings. The milieu was just like as someone would imagine it: drug stores, strip clubs, degentrified apartments, poverty, the usual. Rats and cockroaches the size of teacups chihuahuas, sewers and storm drains clogged with trash, homeless people sleeping outside with their shopping carts nearby. The smell of cigarettes, fentanyl, gasoline and the slight scent of sex stained the streets. Hookers and hoes jaywalked themselves casually on the road.* 

Anyone of these guys could be the kidnapper; hell it could be a whole group of kidnappers. If I could find one of these goons, I might have a chance. *Claire's eyes stay vigilant, gaining pieces of information with each look. A note pad writes down anybody suspicious, mainly drug dealers hidden behind dumpsters and inside narrow alleys.* I always had a keen eye for spotting criminal activity. *She sure does.*

"Hmm..." *A bar appears in the undercover cop's vision.* Usually, bars hold the most information about the city. Alcohol makes anyone drunk enough to spill the tea. But they're usually the most dangerous places. A drunkard aggression is higher than the usual hooker, which can cause a lot of problems, like a bar fight. I have to proceed with caution. 

*Claire headed towards the bar, which had a wide entrance, allow cigar smoke to flow out of the bar. They where many people drinking, chatting, dancing, french-kissing. Colorful lights brighten the pub. An outside seating area creates a facsimile hole in the wall. No wonder this places was called "The Pig's Anus."* 

I fiddle with my coat pocket, the pepper spray inside fidgets with my fingers. I got to have it on the ready. 

*Claire analyzes her surroundings once more, jotting down anything she can find. Meanwhile four men sitting at the ba were analyzing the cop's ass. She doesn't need to know of course.*

"Excuse me," *She signals the bartender, who gives her a dirty look before smirking at her bosom.* "Do you know any good places to loiter around? Maybe even somewhere dark and shady? Somwhere I'm prone to get kidnapped?" 

"Yeah yeah, I think I know a place~." *The bartender croons, still staring at the cop's bosom.* "Maybe I can show you around."

*SMACK* 

*A smack to the ass made Claire yelp and blush at the four stooges. The men all laugh and smirk at the flustered cop.* Those dirty bastards! *Pepper spray in hand, Claire fired at the drunkards and the bartender. The other guests gasp at the fight.*

 *Clatter clatter clatter...*

"Huh?"

*A shadow shifted out of the bar's outdoor seating.*

Who was that?!

*Claire ran outside and tried to follow the shadow down the streets and deeper into the city.*

Damn it! Lost them. 

*Claire now finds herself in an even shadier alley way, wide enough for a small car to drive through. The neon signs of hookan bars and gentleman's clubs illumines the aisle. While the street looked lively, Claire was alone. And a little scared.*

I'm not scared!

*Then why are you clutching your tazer for dear life?*

Becaus---

"WHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

*A little girl in a cute red dress run to the undercover cop, crying in fear until she tripped into Claire's lap.*

"Hey are you alright?" *She asked. The little girl wiped her eyes and looks up at her.*

"*sob* There's a *sob* big scary man *sob* chasing me." *The little girl explains.*

I knew it. A potential sex offender. He's probably not even on the list yet. *Claire kneels down to the girl, soft eyes gave a friendly look to the child.* "Can you show me where's the strange man?" *The little girl nods.*

"Follow me."

[pentagonieslut]

seongminie as your gym partner

this is apart of the stepsibling au but i couldn’t see him as a stepsibling with the whole mowgli image so well make him your gym partner 🤭

warning! notion of psychopathy, sex psychopathy notion, aggression

you didn’t know what to do with the cute faced gym addict who was currently facetiming you and filling up a shopping cart full of your favorite foods and snacks.

appeasing you.

he was apologetic for the fact that he thought that his workout was hard for you when it was quite easy. he had underestimated you and was accepting his silent treatment he was receiving for doubting you and allowing some of the gym guys to try to gang up on you.

in his defense, he was busy taking care of his morning wood he had that day.

“come on, anything else?” he asked as you glared at him. “i’ll bring back some cake too.” he said as you quickly fixed your face and showed him a smirk.

“anything else, seriously.” he repeated as you grinned to yourself and spoke. “that’s all. see you.” you said as he hung up with an eye roll.

30 minutes later you opened up the door to a slightly struggling sungmin who beelined for the kitchen and placed everything on the counter as you laughed and followed after him.

“thank you my maid. you will get a good pay later.” you said as he shook his head and sighed. he was never going to live this down.

you guys started eating the snacks and watched the tv, sighing at the models who were getting ripped a new one by tyra.

you glanced over at sungmin thinking it was just you who was invading his personal space as you kept brushing your hand against his thigh on accident. until you smiled at yourself when you saw his boner.

“what would you do if you were cuckolded?” you asked as he coughed and choked on his shikhye. “what?” he asked as you looked at him. “what i said.” you replied as he shrugged. “probably try to get the camera man to jack me off. i gotta cum too.” he said as it was now your turn to choke. “what the fuck?” you said as you coughed and laughed at his answer.

you then moved and pushed him down, a grin on your face when you saw his eyes widen. his hands immediately went to your hips as you grinned wider. “doesn’t it feel natural there?” you asked as he cleared his throat.

you both were silent as you had a conversation with your eyes, him then slamming your head against his, kissing your lips aggressively as you melted into him and you pulled away.

you both took each other’s clothing off as he smiled proudly. “damn, i made that ass look good. but it looks better covered in milk.” he said as he yanked you back and slammed you down on his cock.

he cackled as his head tilted back at the sound of your scream, not expecting that to happen. quickly snaking a hand to the front of you and grabbing you by the neck, he pulled you back and held you firmly as he kissed your neck and moved his other hand to your clit, immediately playing with it as you melted even more, his giggle becoming sinister.

“quiet darling, i haven’t even done my favorite part yet.” he said in a low voice as you had a dark feeling bloom in your stomach.