#the cutest middle aged man i ever did see

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hiii

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Beer and Bunny’s

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: Eddie can’t seem to get himself to make a move on the new bartender at the hideout he has a crush on, but one night you decide to take matters into your own hands and he sees something that he just can’t resist. Wk:4.5K

Warnings: 18+MINDI Smut (unprotected P in V), Oral (M & F), Eddie being a lil pervy but reader is into it, kind of inexperienced!Eddie (he’s really nervous and has a lot of self doubt. My head canon for this Eddie is that he’s been with a few girls but none of them were interested in more than a one night stand), no use of Y/N so pet names, and I think that’s it? The smut is kinda soft n sweet, nothing too crazy. Lmk if I missed any!!

A/N: So I was running errands wearing my black mini skirt and my pink bunny panties the other day and this idea came to me. It’s super self indulgent tbh, but in my mind Eddie would lose his shit over something like this and I’ll die on that hill. 🫡 Also I usually read through my shit obsessively but I only read through this once so if you see mistakes, no you didn’t. (Not really tho pls tell me so I can fix them bc typos make me crazy) My Masterlist

Eddie was in a trance, playing his guitar on autopilot as he watched you bus tables, make drinks, and occasionally indulge a customer’s flirting for extra tips. Not that you needed to, that dress and your sweet smile was enough to have any man dumping his wallet out and emptying his bank account for you. Or maybe that was just him.

He knew it wasn’t though, because even though his band was up there putting their hearts into playing for 15 people tops, most of their eyes followed you. Granted it was mostly drunk middle aged men besides Ruth, a 60 something year old woman who was always sitting in the same stool at the bar, drinking the same cheap vodka, with her red lipstick smudged on her teeth. But still, he’s convinced even if the room was filled with a hundred women you’d still be the prettiest one there.

You started working at the hideout a few months ago when you moved to town and ever since then it was like Eddie was possessed by you. He thought about you constantly, the way those cut up band tees always fit so perfectly and how your ass always looked in those tight little skirts has him fisting his cock sometimes twice a night. He wanted to record the way your voice sounded saying his name when you’d bring him his favorite beer after a show without him even asking and play it on a loop over and over again.

But that wasn’t all, he thought about little things like holding your hand, or going to the drive-in and watching horror movies with you. Or just kissing you, god, he wanted to kiss your pretty glossed lips.

The only issue was every time you talked to him it was like his brain turned to mush and everything he had practiced to say disappeared from his mind.

Tonight was different though. After their last song when you came to bring him his beer, you gave him that sweet smile and told him how awesome they did like you always do. But then it happened. You accidentally walked backwards into one of the small amps, tipping it backwards.

“Oh my god! I'm so sorry, shit!” You apologized before turning around to pick it up and when you did Eddie felt like he was about to cum in his pants.

You were wearing this tight little faux leather mini dress with a zipper that went all the way down the middle and these sexy calf high combat boots. But when you bent over he saw you were wearing the cutest pink panties that had little bunnies printed all over them and something about that combination made him absolutely feral.

He heard a whistle behind him and when he snapped his head around to see where it came from he saw one of the guys sitting at the table closest to the stage practically licking his lips while he ogled you. He instantly felt possessive and moved closer so he was standing a few inches behind you, blocking you from everyone else.

You pulled the amp up with a huff before turning around and nearly jumping out of your skin when you realized how close he was.

“Holy shit! You scared me!” You brought your hand to your chest and laughed. “I didn’t know you were so close.”

“Y-yeah I’m sorry, when you bent over, you could uh- see your panties and um… people were looking.” He turned beet red and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Oh, you’re so sweet Eddie, protecting my modesty.” You placed a hand on his forearm and caressed it with your thumb a few times before you stepped close enough to him to whisper in his ear. “Were you looking too?” You pulled away just enough to look up into his eyes through your lashes.

“I- I mean- fuck.” He sighed and looked down at his feet. “I’m sorry… I know I shouldn’t have you were just standing right in front of me and then that guy whistled and-“

“Eddie!!” You squeezed his arm gently to get him to look at you and when he did you just wanted to kiss him. Those big brown eyes all filled with a mixture of lust and guilt were driving you crazy. “It’s okay… I want you to look.”

He’s pretty sure his brain just short circuited, you want him to look? What does that mean?

“I- you want me to- really?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “You think I dress like this every time I work? Nope. Only on Tuesdays… just for you, Eds.”

“Shit. Really?” He looked at you in disbelief, he couldn’t believe the girl he’s been dreaming about is really standing here in a sexy little dress telling him that she wore it for him.

“Yeah.” You nodded and bit your lip. “I like how you look at me, it makes me… So. Wet.”

He threw his head back and groaned, he never thought you’d be so forward like this.

But he didn’t know that you had been waiting for him to make a move on you for weeks. You were tired of dancing around your obvious attraction to one another so you decided tonight you were going to take matters into your own hands.

“Shit sweetheart. You can’t just say things like that to me in public. You’re seriously going to make me bust in my pants. ”

“Well… don’t do that.” You giggled. “I know somewhere better that you can cum though…” You ran your hand down his arm and linked your hands together causing him to shiver. God, he was so responsive, you knew he liked you but apparently you didn’t know just how much.

“Fuck. Are you serious?”

“Deadly. You have a van, right? What’s the back like? Maybe you can show me.” You winked at him.

“Shit, yeah, I’d love to. But I have to put all this shit in the back and take it back to Gareth’s garage.” He looked so disappointed you just wanted to kiss his pouty pink lips.

“Hmmm… well, I live down the street. What if you drop off your stuff and meet me at my place after?” You suggested.

“GARETH! Take my van to your house, I’ll come get it later.” He turned to his drummer and threw him his keys.

“Dude. Seriously? You’re just going to leave us to pack up all this shit?”

His other band mate, who you think is named Jeff, looked between you and Eddie and put two and two together pretty quickly.

“We’ve got it man, have fun!” He wiggled his eyebrows at him before going back to packing up their equipment.

“Well, it looks like I’m all yours.” Eddie smiled at you nervously. God, he was just too cute.

“Looks like it, cutie. I’m off now, just gotta clock out. I usually walk so if you just wanna wait outside I’ll be right there.” You got on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek before jumping off the stage and walking toward the back of the bar, making sure to swing your hips extra for him.

•

The walk back to your apartment was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances, hands grazing but not quite grasping onto each other. The air heavy with the tension of what was to come.

“This is me!” You gesture towards the front door of your apartment before unlocking it and letting him inside.

Eddie looked around as you turned on some lights, he saw some cool posters on the walls and a large bookshelf in the corner. But before he could take in too much of your world you walked over to him and put your arms around his neck.

“Hi.” You smiled at him with a glint in your eye.

“Hey.” He returned your smile with a crooked smirk, bringing his hands to rest on your hips.

You brought one of your hands to his jaw, cupping it and running your thumb along his cheek. “I really really want to kiss you right now.”

He didn’t respond, instead he pulled you closer by the hips and smashed his lips against yours. His lips felt just as you imagined, pillowy soft and just the tiniest bit chapped. He tasted like the beer you gave him, the cigarette he smoked on the walk, and something that was just him. You moaned into the kiss, shoving your hands into his hair, tugging slightly. He groaned when you licked along his bottom lip, allowing you access. He kissed you until your knees were weak and you were both breathless.

“You are so beautiful. Fuck. I can’t believe I’m here right now. This feels like a dream.” He ran his hands up your sides over your dress. “Also this fucking dress… Jesus Christ.”

“Yeah? You like it? It’s new.” You took a step back so you could do a twirl for him. “I thought about you when I bought it, you know…” you brought your finger to the o-ring at the top of the zipper and tugged on it a little.

“I thought about you dragging me to the dingy bar bathroom, shoving me up against the wall and ripping it off me.”

“Holy. Fuck. You’re naughty, huh?” He chuckled.

“Maybe, wanna find out?” You grab his hand and start walking backwards toward your bedroom, dragging him with you.

You plop down on your bed to take your boots off but before you can reach for the laces Eddie walks forward and takes your foot in his hand, unlacing your shoes for you. Once they’re loose enough he pulls them both off your feet and he’s pretty sure you aren’t real at this point.

Your socks are the same pink as your panties with cute little bunny ears at the top of the ankles. Your socks match your panties.

“Yeah, you like these too?” You wiggled your toes in front of his face and giggled while he looked at you and froze, his face turning bright red.

“Shit. Did I say that out loud?”

“Yes, you did. Wanna know if my bra matches too?” You sit back on your hands and stick your chest out.

“Hell yeah I do.” He nodded dumbly.

“Why don’t you take my dress off and find out then, pretty boy.”

He didn’t hesitate to lean down and slip his finger into the o-ring zipper of your dress, slowly beginning to slide it down. When the tops of your breasts were exposed it became more and more clear that your bra didn’t match your panties because you weren’t fucking wearing one. He pulled the zipper down until it was just under the bottom of your tits and just as he thought, no bra. Your chest was on full display, slightly glistening with sweat from the material of your dress and he wanted to lick it off.

“Fuck, look at you… prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.” Not that he’d seen many but he’s pretty sure these are the best tits in the world regardless.

“You can touch them Eddie, I want you to.” You brought your hands up to squeeze them a few times before grabbing onto your nipples and twisting.

“Hold on, I’m appreciating the art before I destroy it.” He grabbed back onto your zipper and pulled it the rest of the way down so your dress was hanging open. You let the straps fall down your arms, leaving you in just those little panties and socks and he had never seen anything sexier. Your hair was a bit disheveled but still in the style you had done it in before you left for work earlier that night and your slightly smudged dark eye make-up contrasted with the soft pink of your garments. You stand up in front of him and play with the hem of his t-shirt.

“Take this off? I wanna see you too.”

He reaches behind his back to pull his shirt over his head and god damn. He has a few tattoos littered across his pale chest, his skin mostly smooth aside from his happy trail that you wanted to nuzzle your nose into on your way down to his cock.

“Wow. You are so sexy Eds.” You run your nails down his chest and torso, hooking your fingers in his belt loops and pulling his chest against yours. The feeling of your bare nipples pressed up against his warm skin sent shivers down your spine.

“Yeah? You think so? I think you’re the sexiest girl in the world.” He blushed.

“Thank you baby, can I take these off?” You pull on his belt loops with your fingers, running your thumbs along his soft waist.

“Please”

That’s all you needed to hear before you were on your knees in front of him, undoing his pants and pulling them down with his boxers.

“Holy shit Eddie…” Your eyes widen and your mouth waters at the sight of him fully bare in front of you. “You have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. I can’t wait to taste it.” And you meant it, his cock was fucking huge, the hard tip leaking just for you.

He was speechless, looking down at you on your knees in front of him with wide eyes.

You lean forward and run your tongue along his slit, holding eye contact with him while you take his tip in your mouth, suckling on it a few times before taking him deep in your throat.

“Oh fuuuuckkk holy shit.” He brought his hand to the back of your head and rested it there gently, letting you set your own pace.

But it was too gentle. You didn’t want him to hold back.

“Eddie.” You pulled your mouth off him with a pop and a string of saliva. “Use me, pull my hair, fuck my mouth, don’t be shy.”

“Holy shit. Are you- are you sure?” He was panting, looking down at you like you just told him he won the lottery.

“I’m so fucking sure, so so sure. If I don’t like something I’ll tell you baby. I promise, I like it rough.”

You spit in your hand, grabbing onto his cock and tugging it a few times before looking up at him with your tongue out.

He was still looking down at you with those big shiny doe eyes and you were about to lose it if he didn’t do something. Your other hand grabs onto his, guiding it to your hair and signaling for him to grab onto it. It took his mind a second to catch up but when he did it was like something snapped in him.

He grabbed onto your hair hard and slid his cock along the length of your tongue, hitting the back of your throat.

“Close your mouth- yeah, like that.” Once your lips were wrapped around him he started to slowly rock back and forth in your mouth, testing you by going deeper with each thrust.

After a few times of him hitting the back of your throat and causing you to gag he realized you liked it. Your eyes were watery, mascara starting to run down your cheeks, drool was dripping down your chin and you were fucking moaning around him like you were getting as much pleasure out of this as he was.

He was fully fucking your mouth now, pumping his cock down your throat while he cursed and moaned, using you just like you wanted. You reach your hand up to grab onto his drool slick balls and take them in your palm causing him to jerk forward and let out the sexiest moan yet.

“FUCKING SHIT!” He used your hair to pull you off of him and you look up at him with hooded eyes, a mixture of his precum and your drool dripping down your chin and he has to physically will himself not to cum at the sight. “ If you keep that up I’m going to cum in the next thirty seconds and I was really hoping I’d get to fuck you.”

“What? You don’t wanna cum twice? We have all night, unless you’re busy then I guess you can stop.” You said dramatically, in a way that he would’ve stopped to find really cute if he wasn’t so fucking turned on right now.

He practically growled as he grabbed back onto your hair and resumed his assault on your throat. One of your hands finds its way back to his balls while the other snakes around him to grab a handful of his ass for leverage.

“F-fuck this mouth is so fuckin- You’re such a good girl fuckin droolin all over, grabbin my balls while I use your little mouth. Wearing those little fuckin panties and socks. Fuck!” His grip on your hair tightened and his hips sputtered as you felt him explode in your mouth. You swallowed around him, moaning at his taste and taking all that he gave you.

He released his hold on your hair and you pulled your mouth off of him, bringing your pointer finger to the corner of your mouth to swipe the cum that dripped there into your mouth.

“Mmmm, you taste so good Eddie.” You smiled up at him, still on your knees.

“Yeah? I bet you taste even better.”

“Wanna find out?” You smirked at him, getting to your feet and laying back on the bed.

“Fuuuuuck” Eddie groaned at the sight of you laying there for him with your legs spread, a very prominent wet patch in those fucking panties, your hands grabbing on to your tits while your fingers pinch your nipples. You looked like the only meal he wanted to eat for the rest of his life. He got on the bed on his knees between your legs, smashing his lips to yours and kissing you like his life depended on it. He slid his tongue along your bottom lip and you immediately granted him access. He tasted himself on your tongue and it caused him to moan into the kiss.

He kissed down your jaw to your neck, running his tongue along the column of your throat, stopping just behind your ear at your pulse point to suck a mark there. He kissed and licked and sucked all the way down your body, stopping to pay your nipples extra attention.

When he reached the band of your panties he licked across your waist and nipped at your hips causing you to let out breathy little moans. He placed a kiss on each of your hip bones before placing one right on the top of your mound, looking up at you with those fucking eyes.

“Mmm baby, I can smell you.” He groaned as he breathed in your scent, flicking his tongue out to run it along your cloth covered slit, adding extra pressure to your clit. He wraps his lips around your bud, swirling his tongue, and even with the small barrier between you it still makes you see stars. He licks all around your cunt, soaking your already wet underwear as he laps at it. Finally he brings his finger to your panties to move them to the side and you barely even have time to process before he’s shoving his tongue as deep as it can go inside of you. Your back arches off the bed as you cry out.

“Oh f-fuck! Yes Eddie fuck!” Your hands come down and tangle into his hair, tugging it and causing him to groan into your pussy, the vibrations going through you like a shockwave.

His tongue came back up your bud, rotating between rough and soft flicks. His pointer and ring finger circle your hole before he inserts them both fully without resistance. He pumps them in and out of you, the room filled with the sounds of your moans and wetness as he laps at you. He sucks harder on your clit just as he curls his fingers just right and you see stars. Your grip on his hair tightened as your hips rocked against his face, his name on your lips like a prayer, riding out your high until it becomes too much and you’re pushing his head off of you.

He looks up at you with your jucies still running down his chin and fucking smiles.

“Sweetest pussy I’ve ever tasted.”

“Yeah? And have you tasted a lot of pussys, Mr. Munson?” You tease.

“I mean-“ Suddenly his face flushes red and that shy nervous boy from earlier was back “Not… that many, a few. I’m no lady killer or anything I mean you know this town is I-“

You grab his face in both of your hands and place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Honey, I was just teasing, I don’t care how many girls you’ve been with, I wouldn't even care if you hadn’t been with any.”

You smiled at him sweetly, pushing his bangs off his forehead and he smiled back, kissing you deeply. There was something so comforting about you to him, he felt like he could truly be himself with you and he’s not sure he’s felt that when he was with a woman ever.

You sit up and push him down by his shoulders, swinging your leg over to straddle him. Your underwear were still pushed to the side, your slick pussy lips were nestled on either side of his shaft as you slid back and forth on him with ease.

“I can’t wait to feel this pretty cock splitting me open.” You leaned forward and slid your fingers in the band of your underwear to take them off but Eddie’s hands came down on yours, stopping you.

“Can you keep them on?” His eyes were pleading, his lips pouty.

“Anything for you, sweet boy. You really like these huh?” You giggled.

“The whole cute pink panties and socks underneath the black leather thing is really doing it for me, if you couldn’t tell.” He bit his lip, running his hands down your sides before bringing them to your tits to squeeze them roughly.

You giggled as you rose up to your knees, taking him in your hand so you could line him up with your entrance and sink down on him slowly. Once your hips were flush against his you both moaned loudly.

“Fuck, so big, filling me up so good Eds.” You rocked back and forth slightly, just adjusting to the feeling of him so deep inside you. Once you felt adjusted you rose almost all the way off his cock before slamming back down on it causing him to jerk forward and moan out your name.

“Holy fuckin shit, your pussy is suckin me in so good holy fu-fuck, ridin me s-so good baby.” And you were, you were riding him like your life depended on it. “Bouncin on my cock just like those little bunnies on your panties, is that what you are? A lil bunny?”

That snapped something inside you, it was like he said the magic words and nothing else mattered in that moment besides riding his cock, being his little bunny.

You were on your heels now, using his shoulders for leverage as you bounced on his cock. Rotating and rolling your hips, the patch of curly brown hair at his base rubbing against your clit just right.

Eddie was in Heaven, he wanted to throw his head back and shut his eyes but he couldn’t tear them off of you. You were bouncing on his cock like a rabbit in heat. A layer of sweat glistened on your body, your hair a mess, there was a bit of drool dripping down your chin and your pussy was swallowing him hole over and over again, you were so wet he could see a milky white ring of your cum on his cock. He was going to cum soon but he absolutely needed you to before he did.

His grip on your hips tightened causing your movements to halt, but before you could even protest he was fucking up into you hard and fast.

“Oh fuuuuck yes, just like that baby, right fuckin there don’t fuckin stop I’m so close.” That’s all Eddie needed to hear, he brought one of his thumbs down to your slick clit and started rubbing fast circles on it while he continued to fuck up into you at a brutal pace.

“Shit, me too bunny, I’m gonna cum. Where do you want it?”

“Inside! Inside please Eddie I want you to fill me up.”

“Oh godddd” He let out a guttural groan, throwing his head back while he pumped his cum deep inside of you. The feeling sent you over the edge, coming undone on his cock while he continued to sloppily fuck you both through your highs.

You sighed, and exhaustedly let your body slump over Eddie’s while you both tried to catch your breath.

“Holy. Shit. That was… wow” he chuckled, running his hands up and down your back.

“Yeah, it really was.” You giggled as you rolled off of him, laying on your side next to him and resting your chin on his chest to look up at him. He was so pretty, his hair disheveled, his skin flushed and decorated in your nail marks, his lips swollen with your kisses. He smiled at you sweetly, shifting around so he could hold you better, he finally got a glimpse of your room.

He didn’t even really look at it when you walked it, he obviously noticed that you had a black open canopy on your four post bed but what he didn’t notice was the cute stuffed animals that were sitting by your black silk pillows, or the cool ass horror movie posters on the walls that contrasted that completely. You noticed him looking around, his eyes filled with awe, like he was genuinely interested in your world and it warmed your heart.

“I like your room, you really have this whole creepy cute thing down to a science don’t you?” He smiled at you, cradling your jaw in his hand and you leaned into it.

“Mhm, I guess I do.” You returned his smile with your own sleepy one, yawning. “You wanna stay the night? You don’t have to if you don’t want to but-“

“I want to.” Eddie cut you off, it was his turn to reassure you. You had seemed so sure of yourself all night but when it came down to if he was going to leave or not he could tell it made you nervous, like maybe people didn’t usually want to stay with you after and that broke him a little. Who wouldn’t want to stay with you? You’re perfect. To him at least. “I want to stay, and I want to take you to breakfast in the morning. I also would really like to take you on a proper date, if that’s something you’d want to do.”

Your heart swelled, because you did want that, more than he knew.

“I’d love that actually.”

“Good.”

“Good.”

You both giggled and kissed each other sweetly, whispering jokes and sweet nothings into each others ears until sleep peacefully took over.

[greg-montgomery]

hi hi!! can i maybe request a rly cute and fluffy one shot of aaron just comforting and taking care of the reader 🥹

like maybe there was a thunderstorm in the middle of the night and reader subconsciously just runs to hotch’s room and he comforts her udhaidbsjanxb

also maybe a cute lil age gap to feed my daddy issues pls pls pls

ANYWAYS ILYSM NEVER STOP WRITING, I LIVE FOR UR STORIES BB

hiiii!!! <3333 thank you for the cute request and your sweet words!!!!

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Nothing would ever beat sleeping in your own bed. Nothing could beat the comfort that the fresh scent of your sheets brought you, or the little light you always left on the entire night since you were a child.

Being away for a case meant you had to learn to sleep without those comforts. And you were really good at it; but the thing you could not get yourself to adjust to, were the unfamiliar sounds of a new place. Sometimes it was the sound of a passing car, and others some annoyingly loud neighbor.

That night it was the sound of a thunderstorm. And the hotel you and the team were staying at was definitely not soundproof enough to let you sleep in peace.  

You had been tossing and turning for more than an hour, unable to calm your heart down. It wasn’t just the thunders that scared you; the rain was pouring like crazy and the wind was almost whistling. Suddenly you felt like a little kid again, afraid that the walls weren’t thick enough to protect you from the strength of that storm.

Taking a deep breath you closed your eyes and gave trying to fall asleep one last shot. But at the sound of another thunder, the face of a certain man appeared on your mind.

Hotch.

The truth was when you thought of “safe”, you thought of him: your boss who always had all the answers. Maybe it was his older age or his intimidating appearance but he made you feel like no matter what the problem was, he would fix it. Hotch always made it better.

Without thinking about it twice, you got out of bed and ran to his room. Well, you didn’t have to run much anyway, since his room was right across from yours. He’s definitely awake, you thought; always staying up most of the night to work on the case while everyone else rested.

That was why you were surprised to see Hotch wearing a t-shirt and sweatpants answering his knocking door. But the thing that made you the biggest impression was his disheveled appearance. Sleepy Hotch was the cutest thing you had ever laid eyes on.

“Y/N? Is everything alright?”

“Hotch,” you whispered, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you’d be asleep. I’m gonna go back to my room.”

You made a move to turn around but Aaron was faster and grabbed your elbow, gently pulling you into his room.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said closing the door once you were both inside.

“I was scared,” you admitted. Seeing him raising his eyebrow in question you continued. “Of the storm...”

You were relieved to see a little smirk on his face. You guessed he was relieved too after finding out that the thing that scared you wasn’t something actually dangerous.

“I’m sorry I woke you up. I don’t know why I’m here.”

“It’s okay.” As tough as Hotch looked, he was the most gentle man you had ever got to know. “You can always come to me about anything.”

And you had the audacity to wonder why he was your safe place?

“I know.”

He sat on the edge of his bed and patted at the spot right next to him, signaling you to take a seat; so you did. You were close enough that you could smell his after shave. It made you dizzy.

“Have you slept at all?” he asked.

 “No. And I’m tired.” You let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe I should just pull an all nighter.”

“Nonsense.”

“But-”

“What if you sleep in my room? Will you still be scared if I’m right here?”

Your stomach was suddenly filled with butterflies.

“Wouldn’t that be inappropriate?” you asked.

“I won’t tell if you don’t” he said, and offered you his pinky finger to cross yours with.

You did it with a huge grin. "Deal."

“Come on now,” he said playfully while getting under the covers. Without any hesitation, you did the same, finding your place at the other side of his bed.

It was almost perfect; almost, because his arms weren’t around you, but instead were resting on his stomach.

“Hotch?”

“Hm?”

“Does the offer come with cuddles too?”

“You wanna cuddle with your boss, honey?” he smirked, and reached out his arm so you could curl up in his embrace.

“Yes, please,” you said, and the two of you ended up in each other’s arms. Being around Aaron had always felt safe, but being in his arms? That was a whole new level of safety and comfort.

“Good night, Hotch.”

And just like that the sound of his beating heart made it hard to focus on the rain hitting on his window.

His lips on your forehead and the words “Good night, sweetheart,” were the things that finally lulled you to sleep.

[ratkingnezu]

Thanks to @rosypenguins i now agree with the headcanon that Drew meows back at cats & is overall a cat person. Sooooo….

drops this on your foot and runs away

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“You guys are doing what?”

“We’re gonna go check out this new e-sports club they’re starting up, wanna come with us?”

“No, i’m not as much of a dweeb as you two.”

“Alrighty then, suit yourself” Liam shrugs.

He and Henry were gossiping about this so-called “esports club” they had just seen posters for. They’re incels anyways, so they’d fit right in. “Maybe i should just start heading home, they’d probably assume i did that regardless of where i went.” As the duo walked the opposite direction, Drew walked out the double doors leading down the usual route they took home. With a cold wind walking alongside the boy, he put his earbuds in and cranked up his music. There was no need to take in the sounds of the depraved middle-aged women of the forsaken parent pick-up or freshmen delinquents yelling about some “brainrot terminology” he’d been hearing of recently.

Shortly after the second right he usually took to get home, he noticed some bushes rustling in front of a house. He saw glimpses of grey between the leaves. Slightly intrigued, he walked over towards the area and a curious fellow peeked from around the bush. A small, grey tabby cat with soft green eyes was staring at the larger man who had cracked a slight smile. Drew squatted down, holding out his hand; “Pspspsps, come here baby” he said in a soft, high-pitched “baby” voice. The cat slowly walked over to him and sniffed his hand, rubbing its side against him shortly after. Drew smiled as he watched the cat open its’ mouth, as if it were meowning while Drew pet its smooth coat. The boy meowed back, seemingly striking up an intriguing conversation with this lovely, vibrating fellow.

As multiple songs passed and multiple meows were exchanged, the cat decided to walk away, seemingly back to its owner. Drew got up and dusted himself off, sighing and turning around to be met with a smug Liam and Henry staring at him, Henry’s phone aimed directly at the magenta haired boy as he felt his face go hot.

“Wh-what the fuck are you two doing here?”

The brown haired spoke first; “We were walking home?? What were YOU doing here?”

“Uh..” He walked back on to the sidewalk, “I was also walking home? Henry, why’s your phone like that??”

The snickering little twerp looked at the boy, “I was recording your little “conversation” you were having.”

Drew’s face went flush, “You did WHAT?? Give me that-!” As he lunged for the phone, Henry started laughing as he played keep-away with Liam. After a minute or so, Drew facepalmed. “Can you please just delete that video?”

The green-haired boy chimed through tears, “Yeah, but it’s already in our group chat!” As his laughter only got louder, Drew whipped out his phone to see a video get sent to the group chat the Jomies were all in. And he saw a familiar face typing…

Jake?! What does this freak have to say?!

Frantically typing pleas to prevent Jake from watching, the message was sent.

“LOL that was the cutest thing ever. Just gonna… yoink that!”

Drew fell to his knees, his face burning as his pride went with it. Liam bent over and patted his shoulder, “Hey man, it’s alright. Seems like your boyyyyfriendddd enjoyed the video.”

“I hate you both…” Drew muttered, as he got up and walked home whilst tugging on his hoodie strings.

What a couple of dweebs.

[vnyverse]

They say that confidence can be measured in your body movements, like how wide you swing your arms while you walk down the streets of seoul, and how large your strides are, like right now. Slow evenings with her must be what makes you confident. Such pockets of time were easily slotted between your schedules, a godsend for the busy days you’ve had, and in these moments it was like you two were in a world of your own. The cool autumn wind takes the liberty of sending swipes of air onto your features, as if tickling you to face the direction of the wind, and kim minji in her full glory.

She jokingly questions your longer than usual stare with a raised brow, not before pulling you closer to avoid you getting hit by a bicycle, whose driver was a seemingly drunk middle aged man. 

“Hey, watch it!” the man manages to mumble, and your girlfriend’s head slants a little, hand on your arm tightening possessively while her stone-faced expression signals something in between anger and being unfazed. Now it is up to you to pull minji away before the situation escalates. Normally you would refer to her as your voice of reason, the reasonable leader that led others, but it seems that she could be rash sometimes, maybe when it came to you, and it brought the slightest red to dust your cheeks, as you lend an ear to her words.

“Aww c’mon he was clearly in the wrong here, can’t I just be a little pissed off in the slightest?”

You look up to see your girlfriend, a big angry puppy with eager yet angry eyes, lips pursed together, her hands clasped tightly around your torso, looking down at you like she’s been wronged by you, and you can’t help but reach toward her features to place soft pats on the top of her head. She looked like a TV character from a kid’s show right now but that wasn’t what you would tell her, you instead tell her she’s the cutest puppy you’ve ever seen.

As you trail your hands to hers in an attempt to hold her hands, she beats you to it, interlocking her fingers with yours, pulling you to walk at a faster pace, to cross the junction together amidst the large volume of human traffic. Making it across the other side of the junction involved a series of pushes, squeezes here and there and missteps on others’ shoes, and by the end of it you were thankful she held onto you for dear life. You take in the sight before you before taking her hand in yours and turning a sharp left into the nearby park, where there was more privacy. She obliges without question, despite slight panting from the mini ordeal, and a sheen on her skin left by perspiration, and pieces of her hair stuck to her cheeks and neck.

“Aren’t you afraid I’d murder you here or something?” you jokingly let out, and she simply smiles and nods, curious yet still unquestioningly following you. You pat the first bench you see, inviting her to be seated, while you crouch down, and her eyes stay rooted to your figure. 

“What are you doing?”

“Tying your laces together so you’ll drown when i push you into the lake” you exclaim, making quick work of your hands, you tie her ruffled up laces, while she responds with a harsh hit onto your shoulder. She liked seeing you focus on tasks at hand, and something about you all focused, on your knees tying her laces made a blush creep up her cheeks.

“Ouch. I’m giving you the princess treatment and this is how you repay me minji?”

With feigned sweetness, and nasal tone, you counter (by thinking of how you can make her cringe).

“I’m tying your laces together so you don’t fall for anyone else”

You seriously didn’t think that would work the way it did, but you remain squatted, admiring the girl on the bench as she refuses to look you in the eye, choosing to adjust her position to now sit cross legged, and fumbles with her keys. You were sure fans would go crazy if they saw her like that, flushed, somewhat nervous while trying her hardest to avoid any sort of eye contact.

“You’re so lame”

“Ok since I’m no fun and so lame I’ll just send you back to your dorm after this”. You look away and pretend to take offence, expression changing into one of annoyance, but as soon as she holds onto you and nods her head, opposing the idea of your day out ending early, you stare at her for a little before breaking into a smile. 

“I’ll make an exception, only because you’re so cute. Ice cream?”

a/n: just putting something short up here, still in thee midst of writing (longer) fics. trying something new with writing this in a less descriptive manner than how i usually would, lmk your thoughts. I also made this header idk how i managed seeing as to how im the most tech unsavvy person there is. Send in requests ;)

[sirens-sanctuary]

Deception (part 2)

Miguel Ohara x fem!reader

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The slow and groggy sounds of machines beeping and whirring you lull you from your daze. You toss and stir letting out a small whine when you feel a pinch in your arm.

"What~?", you reach over and pull an IV needle out of your forearm. You roll over onto your back and breathe out, staring at the ceiling in confusion. You were fighting a villain you've never seen before, to falling in the air, to landing in a place littered with other spider-women and men.

The sound of a door opening causes you to sit up, making you clutch your ribs in pain.

"Oh yeah- you're gonna be in pain for a few hours." A middle-aged looking man in a pink robe and baby strapped to his chest chuckles.

"Hi, I'm Peter B Parker, but you can call me Peter B for short," he gives you a wide smile, "And this here is Mayday, isn't she the cutest?"

"Where am I?" You couldn't care much for the small introduction Peter was trying to give you.

"Uh- well you're in the medical ward inside the Spider Society."

"The what?" You squinted your eyes at him, more confused than you have ever been.

"The Spider Society..." Peter shuffles around awkwardly as you just...stare at him.

You nod your head slowly and get up from the hospital bed and placed your feet on the ground. At least they gave you those fun grippy socks hospitals usually have.

A lot of things were raving through your head. Spider Society? Psht- yeah ok, weird ass dream you're having right now. The more you looked around the room you tried to convince yourself more and more it was a dream...the walls weren't squiggly though. Nothing was morphing or random things like a chicken popped up like they normally did in your dreams.

"You're not dreaming by the way." Peter spoke up again. You looked at him and gave him an expression that reeked of 'What the hell?', to which he laughed at-

"I've been there, trust me." Trust you? Random guy with cute baby? Sure why not. "Follow me and I'll take you to boss-man Miguel. He'll explain everything to you and all that boring stuff he does."

"Boss-man?" You followed close behind Peter, looking around past the various other spider-people.

"Yeah boss-man! He kinda runs the place, sends out orders ,puts everything together- y'know boss-man things." Peter says with a goofy grin on his face, mayday babbling along with him. As much as you wanted to ignore the two and just hurry to where you needed to be, you couldn't. Their bubbly energy was enough to make you smile.

You followed Peter through countless hallways, listened to him ramble and talk about missions he went on. He even showed you a few photos of Mayday and his wife MJ. It was a nice little moment. Many of the other spider-people knew who Peter and he stopped many times to talk to them and they often stopped him to say hi to Mayday. It was annoying as hell. You wanted to leave and go home- get this bullshit over with. It was like walking with you parent at the store and they see an old friend in the fish-stick aisle.

After another excruciating 10 minutes of walking and stopping to talk to other people you finally make it to a big opening.

———— [DISCONTINUED] ————

posting this bc it was still in my drafts for ages, this isn't a finished or complete part of the series, I jist wanted to share it bc I'm deciding whether I continue to write or just leave it as this as a "What could've been kind of post. I also don't have anything to post so lol, take with it what you will.

[carmenized-onions]

Chap 13 STRAP ON IN MOTHERFUCKER

tumblr not notifying me of this WHEN I HAVE NOTIFICATIONS ON is a crime, like be so fr rn

1. OMG FIRST MEET WITH MIKEY OH SHIT. was this inspired by napkins perchance?

2. i love the word ‘indulge’. you kinda went off when you invented the english language

3. unrelated to this but the age thing. it’s so funny that we were all shocked by mikey’s age when his best friend literally said “dude i think i’m 45 polishing forks”

4. Yoink!

5. it will be HER sandwich indeed🥺

6. MIDDLE-AGED i mean it’s true but dang you really did them like that,,

7. THE COFFEE MACHINEEE. BABYYY WE’RE GETTING ALL THE TIDBITS

8. the mirror to carmen broke my heart. also we get his pov of the *situation* now so im gonna be sick

9. UGHHH YOUR WRITING!!!!! >>>>>> it deffo feels like we’re in his head

10. every time you tried food for him - IM ACTUALLY CRYING SHUT UP

11. gary with the ‘ick’🥺🫶🏼🫶🏼

12. CARMEN ARE YOU NOT GONNA THINK ABOUT HOW HE WANTS WINE GIRL’S NUMBER

13. he cannot get it to smell like you again. - babyboyyy

14. He thought he didn’t want that? - 😭😭😭 BRING THEM BACK

15. You looked so good. You always look good. Better, in his clothes, but you always look good - BARK BARK BARK

16. It’s probably the onions from the broth making her tear up. - THE ONIONS👀

17. You’ve been out of Carmen’s life for 0ERR minutes. Yeah. That’s exactly how long it feels like. - YOOO YOU FUCKING KILLED WITH THIS

18. oop the thin line for the mikey / flashback parts !! we back. (or maybe it’s the same as it’s always been and i’m dumb) ALSO MARCUS<333 the bread guy💀 he IS the nicest

19. “My ears, kid.” - T🥹🥹🥹

20. ugh here we get to see chippy be such a nerd, no wonder her and squid are besties

21. Sometimes you think about asking if she needs you anymore. - clutching my chest

22. mikey calling her ‘kid’ is so accurate

23. OMG SHE WAS COOKING WITH THEM TOO🥺🥺🫶🏼

24. Like he can see the invisible snake coiling around Carmen. - oh you popped off onion

25. “Can we step out, for a second, Chef?” - OH FUCK

26. “You should reply!” - her being an angel to carmen before they even met i’m so🥺🥺🥺

27. “No, no— Oldest.” - REAL, or like only child but not in the spoiled way - in the had to be the mediator way cause they’re the only one there

28. Mikey is really good at being an older brother, you think. - mikey being a caring older brother figure to her is soooo cute

29. Did his mouth taste bad, every time he’d kiss you? Probably. - NOOO CHIPPY WANTS TO GIVE YOU ALL THE SMOOCHES - well not rn but hush

30. I just— I just made the—The only fuckin’ good thing in my life leave - STOP OMG THEIR LOVE IS EVERYTHING IM GONNA BITE AN XLR CABLE

31. “Heard and resented.” - RICHIE IS SO CUTE STOP chip and richie are my fave besties

32. “Want your coffee?” - I too would fold immediately

33. “Fucker.” - I LOVE THEM

34. He kisses your temple as you pass him, making an all too aggressive ‘muah’ noise - STOPPPP HE IS THE CUTEST GIRLDAD EVER I WANT TO BE HIS BEST FRIEND 😭😭😭

35. the syrups<3

36. “Cousin!” - okay bad timing but she called him cousin🥺

37. naloxone kit - i had to google this and OH SHIT

38. “You got her number, by chance?” - PUKE

39. I’ve had her number for three years, memorized - actually fuck it all, THEY are everything to me

40. I would be so fucking lucky, if a woman like that— - this had me crying, he’s so special to me actually

41. And he pivots his head, to speak very deliberately, to Carmen - man he’s just the best friend and guard dog

42. If fuckin’ only. If I had someone like that— I’d be on hand and fucking knee, for her. - biting into a pillow because oh my god ?? their friendship owns me

43. It also wouldn’t hurt to get your number, you’re perfect. - 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

44. There’s a joke in here somewhere, and it’s probably Carmen. - STOP HURTING ME ONION THATS SO SAD

45. “I’d fucking kill him.” - are they talking about lee😁 cause go for it bestie!! kill that fucker

46. “Hard to speak in those rooms.” - he’s so intelligent and that just makes it all so much sadder

47. “I would’ve said something.” - So true but chip is a superior being so

48. Like you can take the compliment, but you can never say ‘I know, I’m doing it on purpose.’ - crying again. the way you write mikey is just unmatched. better than the show - *tamisha iman voice* I SAID WHAT I SAID

49. because you’re the guy, too. - this scene is so special and precious

50. “Like a nerd?” “Like a nerd.” - something about chip’s friendships with middle-aged men is so dear to me

51. There was this girl - her girlfriend!!

52. also love that we get to hear some of her addiction story🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 and the way you handled it was beautiful❤️

53. “Oh don’t you point a finger when it comes to burying a fucking lead.” - GET HIS ASS

54. “Michael The Bear Berzatto, you have officially been sober for twenty-four hours.” - YOOO this is the cutest thing, them spending time together so he won’t - yeah:’)))

55. he’s still your guy - big brother🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼 ugh like i *kinda* get why carmen was jealous cause it’s like mikey was SUCH a big brother to her that it makes sense that carmy would wonder why mikey couldn’t be that to *him* - his actual brother

56. “That’s what she said—” “Fucking gross!” - amazing

57. this chapter is fully like 7 chapter shoved into one worth of content and i love that

58. “[…]Don’t forget that. That we’re on the same team and I love you.” / “I’m not gonna forget you love me, Chip.” and neither of you know this is a lie, yet. - 🥺🥺🥺

59. “And I don’t want that shit for Chip, either—“ - he’s always protecting her 🥺🥺🫶🏼

60. “Cousin, what the fuck did I say to her?” / “You said she failed him.” - the tears are coming back. i’m really alice crying in wonderlanding this chapter

61. zero pulse - oh the throw backs

62. Mikey desperately trying to escape the freezer - I KNEEWWWW HE WAS STUCK IN IT AT SOME POINT. maybe you actually mentioned this in a chapter but !! anyways this wasn’t the way i imagined but this was better

63. YOU WROTE THIS SCENE SO SPLENDIDLY MY LOVE I AM IN AWE OF YOU

64. “Don’t open it.” - he’s trying so hard 🥺

65. “Because the last person that helped you just ran out crying.” - GET HIS ASS RICHIE!!!!

66. Thank you, for softening him up, because if you hadn’t, again, Carmen would be going headfirst through the fucking window right now. - love that

67. “You want me to take all my money, okay, and place it in a fucking furnace? Is that right?” - LMAO UNCLE JIMMY IS SO FUNNY

68. “So I’m sensing—” You curl your hand in the air. “A touch of hostility, which is fair.” - they’re so funny i just - also she sounds like squid, love that

69. No, the manager at Wells Fargo was. - OH???

70. “She could be my daughter!” - the chipxmikey allegations are dead🥳🥳 a win!

71. And I’m gonna bring Carmy on, and we’re gonna do like - omg this is better than canon🥺

72. it’s the blind leading the fucking blind. - you make the drama funny

73. “Every week that you keep going, that’s ten grand.” - JIMMY!!!

74. Fingers crossed he likes you - 💔💔💔 don’t do me like that😭😭😭

75. “If that’s what getting a star takes, I don’t want it.” - ayo???🥺🥺🥺 (no pun intended)

76. “Can you stay after close?” - OH OH OH!!!!

77. no fucking idea where he’s been putting it - and she would not be able to guess it because that’s insane

78. It’d be more accurate of him to say he likes the sticky notes you tack on to each mug - she really is just the cutest ever

79. “I know. But I wanna prove I can, too.” - 🫶🏼

80. “Child incoming, no expletives please!” - EVA COMING!!!!! chippy being the gay aunt LETS GOOOO (also shout out richie for knowing big words)

81. “You’re gonna break your neck, Mike.” - can it just be this? the three of them? forever?

82. “I don’t wanna plan your funeral.” - YOOOOOOOOOO

83. A LITTLE PATOOT IS RIGHT

84. removing your hands from Eva, but then she holds them there. - i combusted🥹😭💕

85. kiss your cheek just short of a million times. “The perfect woman—” - hgnnh inlove them so muchhhhh. i need this to be in the show, WHERE IS CHIP IN CANON (i like to think that whenever we don’t know what richie or syd is up to they’re with chip:’))

86. “Not Italian!” is the synchronous reply from you and Mikey. - love this

87. Eva interrupts him, taking as much as a shining to you as she does her father. “Exp—Expultive!” She looks at you for approval and you nod in delight. - 😭🫶🏼💖😭🫶🏼💖😭🫶🏼💖

88. richie calls eva sweets!!!!!

89. “I want you to start talking to Carmen, when he comes back.” - their biggest believer besides me!!

90. “Cause you’re you.” - speechless

91. “Are you trying to hook me up right now?” “He’s a virgin, so it’s definitely not a good deal for you—” - IANDJDIEJEIEIEJEJEIRJFHRJ

92. “I just want you to be prepared for what you’re getting into, he gets performance anxiety so—” - aiaiwneoeneiwhrjrje?!?!!!

93. “Thank you! I ask for so little.” - this is just PEAK

94. He grabs the notepad and rips off the twenty seven points. - richie is so funny actually

95. deli containers of coke. - sniff sniff?👀

96. “Solve it hard and fast—” “Why hard—?” - BALEGDEH

97. Richie’s got lists of books now, instead of zingers. They somehow hit harder. - YOU GO RICHIE!!

98. “We know.” - that’s so cute!! he soft launched their relationship without knowing

99. Carmen’s gonna do right by you, for the rest of his life. - ONION🥹🥹😭😭

100. He’s gonna be your man - *in the arms of the angel🎶🕊️*

101. When he knew you’d be out of the city. - that is so heartbreaking and i’m crying again

102. Maybe Carmen will figure it out. It’s meant for him anyways. - i mean technically i already knew this, but it’s so sweet to see it written anyways

103. With his three month sobriety chip hanging off of it.  - 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️

104. “Nephew didn’t take a liking to you?” - STOP YOU CANT BE THIS FUNNY WHEN THE CHAPTER IS THIS TRAGIC

105. My best friend died on February 22nd. On the State Street Bridge - and the tears are rolling

106. “Go inside, soon. Come home.” / “I will” - crying again

107. MICHAEL FUCKING SAW HER

108. Wells-Fargo will ask if you want to close your account. - ohhh that’s why they asked about the baby

109. Next time you’ll think of everything, next time you won’t fail. - chiiiip🥺

110. You will go, and you will sit on the curb across from the church, and you will not go inside. - THE MIRRORING OF HER AND CARMY UGHH IT’S SO POWERFUL

111. You will stare at the little stuffed bear, the roses, the picture frame of him, and you will finally say it aloud. - more crying

112. When Carmen shows up, two hours later, not honestly that long after you finally left, he will add a bouquet and a prayer candle - they’re so meant to be and just ugh these moments are so special

113. “Guys I— Guys I don’t know how to run bar, and I don’t think I should’ve been trusted, with this.” - LMFAO

114. “I’m gonna fix it.” Carmen will tell you -🥺 i’m soft🥺

115. No more fucking shoes, because it's all out now. -😭💖

116. It’s not negotiable. - YOOOOOO THE MIC DROP AT THE END OF THE CHAPTER YOU FUCJING ATEEEEEEE THIS AND THEN SOME

I think you’ve gotta be crowned for longest ask? I believe you’re currently number one fan of the blog (like in terms of the literal activity stats), so perhaps that’s enough of a reward. 

LETS STRAP ON IN I MEAN I won’t respond to every point because that would be insane but let’s GO

We’ve messaged about it hhehehe BUT FOR THE CLASS!! Had the intro planned pre-napkins!! Slash this whole chapter. I was very much going off of Fishes for my flashback inspo but then they gifted me Napkins and I got to YOINK that scene like Mikey yoinked that sandwich. and for that Mr Storer and Ayo I thank u

THE AGE THING LISTEN I NEED TO REWATCH FORKS BECAUSE I THOUGHT RICHIE SAID 40 NOT 45— It’s WHY I was so shocked about Mikey being 43— I shouldn’t have been, it’s only 3 years, but in my minds eye I was like “well surely they’re the same age, they give ‘went to highschool together’ energy because when the fuck else would you meet— But I can’t remember a single freshman I STAYED friends with in both high school AND college for that matter so WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED

Writing in Carmen’s head for Friday was so fucking fun. No wonder they make him freak so much in S3 it’s just FUN TO MAKE HIM SQUEAK. Also man idk if I ever have the best grip on Gary/Sweeps but I felt like bro HAD to be thinking “what? You want the number of the kitchen princess? The personality hire that also actually does things here? I’m going to threw up.”

Carmen spiral being very sweet as he actively ignores the elephant of his EC being a creep,,,, ohhhhhhh babbyyyyy highway to the DANGERzone. I really felt like that moment was simply “I literally cannot process this information so I’m just not going to”

THE THIN ASS LINES!! They’re the same colours as before (though I did debate changing them, I couldn’t think of a colour scheme that would suite Mikey/Chip’s flashbacks better, but maybe I’ll ninja edit and change them in the future, we’ll see.)

Chip was/is SUCH a nerd I loved writing her back when she was in Syd’s position of being completely new to this family and needing to integrate (YOU’RE NOT INTEGRATED IN THE DREAM WEAVE!!!)… ahhhh

100% Chip could also be an only child i see that in a million ways, A MEDIATOR FOR SURE!! I think any childhood dynamic could work for her honestly, I made her a baby truly for the sake of representing the other babies out there like me— WE ALSO ARE DEPENDABLE!! WE CAN BE DA ROCK TOO!! And I honestly think Carmen needs someone who was a baby sibling in his life. Babies work very well together. 

BITING AN XLR CABLE IS SUCH A SPECIFIC FEELINFDKNVJFD been there. How many times have I hung an XLR around my neck? Too many times (for convenience I swear!!) (those equipment hauls SUCK ALRIGHT!!)

Girldad big brother Rich !! My beloved!! I love that after the naloxone scene comes Richie’s “I’ve had her number for three years, memorized— You know why?” — He never actually gets to say why— And is it cause they’re besties? Yes 100%, but it’s also BECAUSE OF THE NALOXONE SCENE!! Chip was absolutely his borderline emerg contact for awhile. I absolutely headcanon he considered calling her when he went to prison. That would’ve been his version of Syd calling her during opening night. Her two besties KNOW Chip is the most dependable person they know (My legacy is to be an excellent emergency contact !! aah shit)

Mikey does the same shit Chip did with Lee/Carmen!! Tried to justify/critically think through the emotions of the other people/person in order to emotionally recover!! CAUSE THEY’RE BOTH THE GUY I’M SICK. IM WRETCHING. CHIP AND HER SUPPORT MIDDLE AGED MEN DOGS ARE SOMETHING THAT CAN BE SO PERSONAL

BETTER THAN THE SHOWOWWJLFKJSF I try I try. I really do hope I was on point with my Mikey characterization, because I do think if he had a chance to be vulnerable this is how he WOULD speak because it’s VERY clear in his episodes that he’s extremely emotionally intelligent, and like a fucking sniper, I see me in him and him in me and i can TELL that motherfucker is doing it on purpose. FUCK. He knows what he needs to be for people! And he knows he does it for people! We always know! We always fuckin’ know! We’re the guy on purpose!!

Her girlfriend!!!!!!!! There’s nothing to this point besides her GIRLFRIEND!!

It compLEETTEELYY makes sense for Carmen to be jealous of Chip for being so close with Mikey— But I think the thing that he’s started to realize— Is that yes 100% Chip got to be Mikey’s guy when Carmen didn’t, but Chip very specifically got those last two extremely turbulent two years, like it was NOT all good. The only memories Carmen has of Mikey are either positive or ruined purely by the rest of his family— HE never had to see Mikey go through HALF the shit that Richie/Chip saw him go through, and I think he’s realized, Oh I don’t have legitimate reason to be mad over a time that literally was not even that fun

Richie’s always protecting her!!! Fully prioritized her!! Parking lot scene softened the shit out of Richie for this fight honestly because after crying with Chip he managed to realize “oh yeah Carmen’s just a fuckhead. He’s wrong about everything he said. I’m going to go kill him to avenge you now.” love him. Love him love him.

There’s a shocking amount of title throwbacks in this one, I can’t remember, but if you keyword search you might find a couple. Zero Pulse, Doing too much I know is in here. Something to do, obviously. Tony Terry Or Tommy, not exact title but that’s here. Some version of do the thing is in here. Easter eggs? Yeah let’s call them easter eggs. 

MIKEY IN THE FREEZZEERR It’s referenced in the first chap (which I imagine you caught on your reread, and in Chap12) but like you said, I think both times I worded it in such a way where it was like, oh he got stuck the same way Carmen did— nononono I DID SOMETHING WAY MORE FUCKED UP!! That trio was trying so hard man. I love them as a trio, I never wanted to stop writing for them.

Put my money in a furnace you say? I’m in. (Uncle Jimmy to both of his nephews 1 million times)

Chipxmikey the ship has drowned. The ship has careened into the ocean. The ship is getting visitors from billionaires in a barely functioning submarine. The ship just killed the submarine. 

AYOOOOO If that’s what a star takes I don’t want it— BITCH. MAKEOUT!

The sticky notes on the mugs!! And they end up being the sticky notes in his ICE folder!! The ones that Carmen loses his shit over!! Fucker feels real bad now, I bet. 

Eva’s whole moment is inspired by my co-workers kid who immediately upon meeting me and finding out I know what Sanrio is— Fell head over heels for me as a best friend. Fully kept asking me to come out of the office to watch her do backflips and then ask if I could do that, and I went “Honestly no but I think I can kind of almost a little bit do the splits”

I SO WISH CHIP WAS IN CANON MAN,, SYD AND RICHIE CLEARLY NEED A PERSON— I know inevitably their person will likely end up being each other, but like, Chip is so good for both of them. Made me so sad when either of them were lonely in S3 cause I was like baby. Your Work Wife is just offscreen. Just look over there she’s right there man what do you mean she’s not canon

Mikey shipped CarmTony before it was cool. ALSO CAUSE YOU’RE YOU is one of my favourites. I think Tony says it to Chip first at one point, and then he says it back to her in Doing too Much, ahhhh houston the house boottts

TOO MANY PEOPLE FREAKED OVER THE PERFORMANCE ANXIETY— LISTEN I DONT THINK MIKEY KNOWS HIM LIKE THAT BUT LIKE CLEARLY CARMEN GETS PERFORMANCE ANXIETY IN EVERYTHING HE DOES ALRIGHT? ALRIGHT???

I love going from “I ask for so little” to Richie/Syd asking Carmen to completely 180 his entire life in a week. Like that’s so fucking funny to me. As is “oh Good” and TEARING off the list lmao

We cANT MAKE COKE JOKES IN THE SOBRIETY CHAPTER!!! This one did slip by me though honestly I had to fucking change coke to Diet Coke in the intro of Zero Pulse to make it clear that Carmen did not fall asleep on his couch covered in chip dust and cocaine. Or did he…

Chip thought she was so slick soft launching with the jacket when Carmen did it immediately by accident. 

This whole final scene I’ll try to condense down into one point because if I don’t we’ll all go insane listening to me fucking yap again about it. But MIKEY SAW HER MAN!!! This last call sucks so much because he’s STILL the fucking guy in it. He’s still making sure she and everyone else are okay and trying to make her laugh with the nephew thing DESPITE the fact that he’s got a clear plan— i’m soooo—- I’m gonna reach into heaven and beat MB’s ass. 

The mirroring of their mourning!! Hell!!! I imagine they drove past each other not knowing the other was doing the same shit. How fucking different would their lives be if they overlapped at that vigil man i’m ill

HE’S GONNA FIX IT!!!! IT’S NOT NEGOTIABLE!!!! ALSO SOMEONE PLEASE HELP FAK RUN BAR HE’S FUCKING DYING!!!!

Thank you for these thoughts as always, can’t wait to see what you think about my bullshit with Chapter 14. YOU’RE GONNA LIKE IT. I THINK. I HOPE.

I literally had to take the numbers off this because the block was so long tumblr would not let me post it. this has never happened before JESUS CHRIST

[pearbearwrites]

A motorcycle accident. A goddamn motorcycle accident on the freeway. Justin never thought that was how he'd go out, but as fate might have it, the semitruck driver didn't see him, and now, at age 26, his guts were scattered across I-85.

Justin didn't think dying would hurt as much as it did, but good god, he felt every goddamn second of it, even after his soul had left his body. Justin felt as the glass of his helmet visor cracked and pierced his eyelids, felt as his skull cracked under the immense pressure.

His bike had flipped, and he'd flown through the air and landed headfirst. He'd bounced, like a ball, and did that still hurt like a bitch, Justin thought as he wandered around, vaguely following the instincts that told him where the entrance to the Underworld was.

He'd died on impact, and yet, he still felt every single second of it. He hung around for a little while, floating above the scene as he watched the paramedics take his pulse, try to intubate, resuscitate, bring him back, but his brain was scrambled and his guts were spaghetti, sliced open on broken glass laying on the side of the interstate. There was no hope, Justin thought, then thought of his mother.

Oh god, what would his mother think? And his brother? And his dad, the man who taught him how to ride a motorcycle in the first place? Would he blame himself? Justin feels queasy at the thought.

Apparently the dead can still get nauseous, he thinks hysterically, good to know.

It takes what Justin thinks is several days of wandering to find the entrance to the Underworld. He's not entirely sure where he is, or how long it's actually been, since apparently the dead have no real sense of time or direction, but he thinks he's somewhere in the southeast in an abandoned building. There aren't any blinking neon signs, no flickering lights, no ringing bells, no screams of the damned to tell him that this is it, but there's an undeniable pull, a sense of belonging that he just can't shake that tells him this is it, he has reached his final destination.

He thinks about the myths he heard growing up, of Charon, the ferryman, rowing the dead into the Underworld for a price, or maybe getting his heart weighed on the scales, or maybe being sent to the fiery pits of Hell, he's not sure.

He definitely doesn't expect a drooling, panting, tail-wagging, three-headed mastiff the size of a Clydesdale waiting for him, looking for all the world like he might lick Justin to death.

Well. Metaphorically.

Justin panics for a moment. He's never seen a dog quite so big, let alone one with three heads, and those teeth look sharp. But the dog doesn't attack him. In fact, he just sits there like a good boy, panting and drooling and wagging his tail. The middle head lets out a playful little yip, and it's quite possibly the cutest, if strangest, thing he's ever seen.

Justin racks his brain; he knows he's heard of a three-headed dog guarding the Underworld somewhere. It hits him after a moment.

"Cerberus?"

Cerberus starts wagging his tail faster at that, and then suddenly leaps up and tackles Justin, licking his face with all three wet, slimy tongues.

"Agh!" He cries out, unable to keep from laughing, "Ugh, ew, bluhgh-" Cerberus takes this opportunity to stick one of his tongues in Justin's mouth, making Justin laugh even more, grossed out and reminded of his childhood dog, also by the name Cerberus, who had a habit of doing the same. "Down, boy, down!"

Cerberus whines in all three throats, disappointed, and steps off. Justin's clothes aren't wet, since he's technically incorporeal, but he feels the slimy, stinky residue of Cerberus's slobber. He laughs, more than a little grossed out, but it's certainly not the worst way to be welcomed to the Underworld.

Justin attempts to wipe off the dog slime from his skin in vain, then looks around for a moment. He sighs, then walks to a wall and slides down it. Cerberus follows him and sets one of his heads on Justin's knee. He whines, as if sensing Justin's pain.

"I know, bud," he says, scratching Cerberus's right head, "It's hard, isn't it?"

Cerberus licks his chops, then snuffles Justin's hand.

"I'm gonna miss my mom," he says, tearing up, "and my brother. And-and my dad. I just..." he reaches up with his free hand and wipes away the tears. "I just hope they don't blame themselves. There was nothing they could've done, you know?" Cerberus whines a little, snuggling closer. It's hard with his size, but Cerberus manages it.

"It's not their fault," Justin says, "I just hope they can see it."

Cerberus whines a little louder, as if to say, "It's not your fault, either." Justin smiles sadly and shifts so that he can wrap his arms around Cerberus's middle neck, squeezing him tight.

"Thanks, buddy," he sniffs, hugging a little tighter, "I needed that."

Cerberus turns both of his side heads so that he can lick both of Justin's ears at the same time. Justin smiles despite himself. "Gross!" he laughs, gently pushing Cerberus off. Cerberus stands, then looks at him expectantly, wagging his tail.

"You want me to go with you, boy?" Justin asks, getting to his feet. Cerberus barks with all his heads, the sound loud enough to make Justin's teeth rattle.

"You wanna head home, bud?" Cerberus wags his tail a little faster and does a quiet "arf" with his left head. Justin smiles sadly, then turns around to look at the living world behind him. It shimmers slightly, something Justin has since learned is the Veil, where he's been residing since dying, and thinks one more time about his family, how they might get on without him. He turns to look at Cerberus.

He can't turn back now. He's already dead.

"Come on, bud," he says, reaching up to pat Cerberus's jowls, "take me home."

Cerberus yips happily, and Justin happily follows him down into the Underworld, maybe not happy, but content with the knowledge that it's not his fault, and that maybe, maybe his family can learn it's not theirs, either.

If someone dies in a horrific or traumatic way they are not greeted by Charon the ferryman but instead by Cerberus the best therapy dog in the whole underworld.

[hatsunegarfield]

tumblrz cool cuz i kno none of yall kno me and the ones that do are too far away to gaf but man im abt to vent post on main

my god every night ive been dreaming of old friends. fully innocuous dreams, not of friends i had fallings out with but just those who drifted away. we go out to eat, go on road trips, ride roller-coasters and stay in cool creepy hotels together. they look the same age they did when we last interacted but ive grown. they know me, know the things we lived through together, the growth we've experienced together. im 21 now and so horrifically lonely that my unconscious mind is providing me with the only platonic connects ive ever known, the ones i desperately crave. they're such happy dreams, i wake up having enjoyed our outings til im brought back to the reality of it all. im not 16 anymore, we dont talk anymore. they dont confide in me anymore, laugh with me til their stomach hurts, quietly take in the scenery as we meander through spaces we obviously dont belong, learning, growing, seeing all that we can outside our scope. we arent sharing cigs or passing bottles on my back porch anymore. we arent middle schoolers sneaking boxed wine and messing with ouija boards anymore. we arent camping together, exploring together, learning together. but we still do in my dreams. we still get to be stupid teens and 20 somethings in my dreams.

i love my fiancé to death. he IS my best friend, my closest confidant, my 24/7, my everything. but its just not the same as having a friend. a best friend, who knows you inside and out beyond that romantic connection because they have seen you at your absolute worst. theyve seen you green out and smack your head into the corner of a wall at 14. theyve formed a barrier with their bodies in the PE locker room to make sure no one saw your body or your scars at 12, they posed for the cutest little picture of you in your halloween costumes together at 6, sitting in your kindergarten class. and we are all such different people now, and i miss them so dearly, but i know the distance was intended to be. but god i miss them so deeply theyve infiltrated my dreams and honestly i cant even be truly mad. as opposed to sleepless nights and physically torturous nightmares, im getting to be young again, with the people who knew me inside out and backwards, who knew me better than myself and loved me anyways. who ha# a much longer, much deeper, DRASTICALLY different connection to me than any romantic partner could truly have.

i miss them so badly. even the ones i resent for us falling apart, i miss them. i miss them so deeply that some nights the only place i feel at home is my own dreams.

i was warned adulthood would be lonely. i never bought it. i believed we'd be friends forever.

now im sitting in the bath drunk, posting on this hell site about how much i miss those i truly loved, truly adored, truly wouldve taken a bullet for.

god, GOD the loneliness aches in a way ive never felt before. please. please keep close to your friends. even dispite a natural, amicable distance, please check up on them once in a while.

my failure to do so has resulted in a pit in my chest that i dont think any therapy or substance could truly ever remedy fully. a deep ache that only really rears its head in my dreams.

please dont let yourself fade to nothing as i did.

[izuke-the-zombie]

Hiiiii~

I am super in love with ur art style. The new post of Floofy Mango flooded my heart 💕

I've a few questions about GalaxyPeach. How did Macaque became what he is? How did Wukong fell in love with Macaque? Is this a forbidden love? And how this AU different from canon?

Thank you & continue being awesome 🤗

I'm glad you like it😙💕

When Mac was very young his elderly parents passed away in their sleep, in his young mind he thought that they were just very sick and needed to cure it in any way he could. so he began a journey hoping to come back home soon as possible. he promised that he will come home soon, he said to his mother and father Corpses.

It was a very very long strange Journey. he met so many people along the way he married about maybe three or four times and had so many children. He helped so many people and sort of sidetracked off his journey to cure death. He had so many friends along his journey that he met but passed on and that help him along the way but none of them lived long to see him finish and become a great God of the galaxies and Medicine and weather and great sense of hearing and that's how he became the six eared God. mac cured death by creating immortality pills. Somewhere along the journey he now knew that he couldn't go back to his mother and father like he promised but he kept moving forward trying to find a way to cure death.

In the beginning, he wasn't a big fan of the six eard God since you know he's never had a really good relationship with heaven he thought he was another stuffy old fart with no sense of humor and thinks little of him he was a bit jealous at this monkey that became a God was stronger than him in every way safe to say his Pride was very wounded.

But that's what he thought. macaque has been alone for a very long while he's not that great with communication being all the way up there and space he's talked to some of the servants but they don't stay long enough and when he heard about the spiritual monkeys he desperately did want to meet the other butt there's a huge age gap between him and the others he felt a little embarrassed that his journey took longer than their Journey was quick in his opinion and that their friends was there for them in the end he didn't feel quite all that great compared to them his history takes about 20 volumes to finish

He just feels kind of old and lame like a middle-aged man in college invited to a party kind of thing. he just didn't feel like he would fit in the monkey group. But he's very sweet and caring like a dad.... Or maybe like a dilf.

And just in case you were wondering,His mouth and eyes were damaged badly when he came across the last ingredient for immortality but the heavens helped him replacing his eyes with the Galaxy and given his voice back and have him communicate in all different ways that's why his mouth never open he just forgets to use it he usually just communicates by telepathically in your head or having it Echo around you he can see and hear everything but he doesn't .he considers that very rude he's very polite that way.

Wukong just fell in love the way Mac would just look embarrassed or shy and easily flustered. Mac would just spaces out sometimes and Monkey King would just think how cute and adorable he looks when he zones out and when Mac comes back he apologizes and say that he didn't mean to and how rude of me and look away embarrassed. Monkey King thinks he's the cutest fuzziest Cloud monkey ever seen. that's pretty much how I fell in love with Mac

He sometimes has a serious look to his face an all-knowing look but in reality he's just wondering what he should make for dinner or how cute and Charming the Little Monkey King is. he feels like he's meeting a real celebrity.

Their love isn't forbidden the gods know better than to mess with monkeys, especially powerful monkeys. they respect and love the six- eard God. he's helped a lot and he still does sometimes around the heavens helping the servants for the peach banquet or sewing new clothes for the new students learning under the Gods

he would pop right in and say "do you need any help with anything" and "I made a fresh batch of cookies if anyone's hungry" they declined mostly saying they got everything under control they feel a little bad for declining his help.

The difference from the cannon is When the crew and The Monkey King needed to go around collecting the fire rings. instead of the Flower Boy, it was Mac protecting the map. Mac was understanding but a little hesitant but Monkey King told him what if he helped them in their Journey. well of course Mac said yes.

I hope this helps you understand a little better sorry it took so long☺✨

[purplelupins]

How do you think Sweet Dreams Albert would react to someone flirting with the reader? You mentioned them going to the grocery store together and I can imagine the young clerk scanning their items and being very flirty with the reader. (Maybe not suspecting Albert Is her partner because he is older?)

Also do you ever think Albert would be insecure because he has such an age gap with the reader? She is obviously very young while he is most definitely middle aged and greying. Do you think this would worry him? Maybe fearing she might leave him for someone younger eventually? Or be afraid she would lose attraction to him?

feel free to maybe these responses as long and draw out as you want 😏

(I got a little carried away but Omg please don’t stop asking questions this was so fun. Thank you so so much)

I think at first, their outings would be a bit difficult. In a word, he would be possessive. I think honestly he would stick by her side half because he needed to and half because she literally asked him to not leave her because of her past in the town, and because she probably would have a bit of agoraphobia from not interacting with a lot of people for so long( in small settings like walks it’s fine but shopping is all kinds of sensory overloads) he would push the cart and she would hold his arm closely while excitedly pointing to different things asking if they could get it (“they have CHOCOLATE cereal now?? We have to get it” “look at the fresh muffins at the bakery- Albert please??”) to which he would always say yes.

The cutest part of their time out together is that he insists on paying for everything, even though they both know she has a small fortune saved up in her bank for when she was planning on leaving Denver. And she ALWAYS gives him a kiss somewhere to show her gratitude.

This man is touching her in someway no matter what. His hand is on her somehow. But of course you will get the odd male who just sees a beautiful young woman and couldn’t care less about who the older man beside her was. Probably her dad right?

So as she’s busy with getting a bag of carrots or a new carton of eggs, perhaps she’s strayed a couple feet from the older man watching her lovingly. And in that moment of her not being leashed by Albert, a man thinking with his second head approaches her.

“Pardon me miss?” The man said ever so charmingly.

She jumped and looked to where the voice came from and immediately looked over at Albert who just so happened to be looking at a new brand of coffee. She slowly began inching back to him, “yes?” She asked timidly.

“I was just wondering if you knew where to find a pretty thing like you around here?” He man asked, coming closer with a smile.

She didn’t know what to say, but thankfully in that moment Albert came beside her and pulled her to his side with a kiss to her head, “you okay bunny?” He asked her, knowing she didn’t want to talk to that man. How could she? She was his.

“Everything alright here?” Albert asked the man pointedly, stroking his sweet girl’s waist.

The man looked from Albert’s hand to her calm face then to Albert’s face and he got all embarrassed, “Just asking where the eggs were.” The man tried to recover.

But she shook her head “No you didn’t. You asked where you could find a pretty thing like me.” She said ratting him out.

Albert sucked in a breath and tilted his head to look down at his sweet girl, “Did he now? “ he asked in dramatic shock, then slowly looked back up at the man. “Someone like you will never find out. Eggs are there.” Albert nodded shortly to the eggs, and kissed her cheek, “Come on sweetie. Let’s get home, hmm?”

And she lit up , “Oh! oh I wanted to make us this new pasta dish I saw on the food network!” She smiled and clung to Albert, having already forgotten about the man.

“I can’t wait.” He would coo to her, guiding her away, but throwing one last dirty look at the man.

If it was a clerk, let’s just say that poor boy would need another uniform after stress sweating. It would probably go down like this:

She was unloading the cart at the counter with Albert, but she was first so the clerk saw her mostly. She just gave the boy a small friendly smile, and just went on with her unloading. The boy did a full, very obvious double take, which Albert saw immediately. His eye twitched.

“H-how’s your day going?” They boy asked, swallowing nervously.

Albert’s eye twitched again, and his fists clenched.

Thin ice boy

She looked up at him, moving the cart though, “Oh good. Thanks.” She said politely, looking back at Albert to make sure he was still there.

Then the boy went to open his mouth again and that was it. “Just a couple bags, thank you….Bennnny.” Albert said casually as he read the boys name tag, drawing out the ‘n’ sound. It made the boy’s hair stand on end. Albert took pleasure in seeing the droplets of sweat on his head, and pushed the cart to the end out of the way and pulled her to wrap his arms around her, swaying them slightly as he hummed in her ear that song they shared.

Their song.

“O-okay.” The boy responded shakily. He looked away immediately, and began bagging the items quickly.

“Don’t rip it now…” Albert said, which only made the boy more nervous. Y/n on the other hand had picked up where Albert had left off in humming the song, closing her eyes and leaning into his touch.

That boy quit shortly after.

When they got into their new truck(remember that brown and white 1970 Ford F100 truck? Well now it’s blue. Thanks dad!) his hand would immediately be on her thigh, stroking it gently at first, but slowly moving higher until he could see his bunny trying to keep herself together. When they got home, she barely had time to unload the groceries before he was on her. She just finished putting away the coffee in the cupboard when he grabbed her shoulders and spun her around, gripping her hair as he pulled her lips to his.

He already knew her panties were a mess, so he just tore at the sides to get rid of them quickly…he almost came in his pants when he saw how the fabric clung to her slick, refusing to leave her. He growled, picked her up and she squealed as he placed her on the counter. Albert slipped one long finger inside her first, just to tease her, and when she begged so prettily he undid his pants and shucked them off she looked down, biting her cheek as she waiting for him to slide inside her.

“Look at Daddy.” He rasped, and she did immediately. “That’s my girl.”

She barely had time to revel in his praise as he pushed inside her soaked little pussy.

“Tell Daddy you belong to him.” He growled in her ear, thrusting into her. He saw her try and speak a couple times, but each time he would slam into her a little harder to watch her struggle to answer him.

“I’m yours daddy!” She whimpered, locking her ankles around his thighs as he bucked into her.

“That’s my girl…that’s a good fucking girl…mine.” He growled, sucking at her neck to made a new bruise. “You’re mine.”

She could not walk after shopping days. But he would make it up to her with a long bath and brushing her hair for an extra long time.

After a while, however, things would calm. People in town would grow to recognize them, and would stop bothering them aside from the odd old lady. But even with them being left alone, he still kept a close eye on her, and she barely left his side. Secretly, when they were out they would play a game with one another. They would chose a person, and tell eachother how they would kill them, and why. Bonding time!

As for the second question, I think there would be a lot of insecurity in the beginning especially for him. He’s lived in some kind of fear his whole life so it’s only natural to fear that she might leave him. I think he would also watch how she reacted to people asking what his daughter wanted at the ice cream shop…to his pleasure, she sometimes played along. He would also make small comments here and there to see her reaction, and move forward accordingly.

They were watching a film, and there was a reference that made Albert smile but flew right over y/n’s head. He smiled “You’re too young to know this but back when I was your age…” and go on to talk about something.

But she would just love to hear him talk (Umm have you heard his voice??) and wait until he was done. She would smile and nod, “Well this is why I have you! You can tell me everything I don’t know yet.” She clung to him tighter.

“It doesn’t bother you?” He might ask a little pointedly.

“What? That I didn’t get the joke?” She looked up at him.

“No that I understood it.” He said, not looking at her. To which she would smile sweetly.

“Albert Shaw look at me.” She said.

He sighed and finally looked at her as she adjusted herself to sit up and look him in the eye.

“I wouldn’t care if you were 60 or 70 years old, so long as you were you. Or don’t I show you that enough?” She asked a little playfully, easing her hand onto his thigh to stroke him.

He snatched her hand and stared at her, checking for any lie. But she just grinned smittenly and slowly pulled her hand away to continue rubbing him. He relaxed after a minute, his chest rising and falling visibly as he hardened under her touch. Albert pulled her into his lap and pulled himself out before lifting her up to sink down into him. She gasped and steadied herself on his shoulders. Y/n went to rock against him, but he held her still and kept her there. “Hold still sweetie. Just keep daddy’s cock warm for now, okay? no moving.”

She she nodded and rested her head on his shoulder, clenching every so often, but every time she would get a harsh smack on her butt cheek. The pain and control would slowly get them off though until he’s growling in her ear, “I know it feels so good sweetie but I need you to keep still…you can do that right?”

She shook her head shamefully.

“No? You can’t get enough of my fucking cock? Maybe I’ll just have to be inside you every second of every day to see if that satisfies you…I bet it wouldn’t. You’re too greedy aren’t you? Hmm?” And with his voice alone, she came. Hard. Her legs shook as she lost their little game, and he held her down onto him as her spasms sent him over with her. His cum filling her up.

They would always play games together. It just made everything so much more fun.

[screechcat]

Heyo, well, if it ain't my #1 account! Always a good night to get a rag from you. Anyhooters, imma get into these queestions!

Are you named after someone?

Uh, nah, my name ended up as Olivia simply out of the spite my parents have towards my dad's father. Literally, three names trashed cause he liked it.

When was the last time you cried?

Like, a solid cry? Uuuuh, a year-ish? If we're talking like a lil cry, a few tears, about a week ago.

Do you have kids?

HA! Hell no.

What sports do you play/have played?

I was never big on sports, but I DUG softball in middle school. Not to tute my own horn, but I wasn't half bad, which was pretty good for me. I also did E-sports for R6 at my community college. I think we almost went to some finals thing, which was pretty cool. Oh, oh, how could I forget kickball!? I kicked ass at the game and it was so fun!

Do you use sarcasm?

Does a tick stick to a dog's hide? Dude, I use sarcasm as my own language. It's like my love language and half of my humor. Like, don't get me wrong, I ain't an ass about it, but if you're being stupid, you're gonna get some good ol Livie'casm.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

Uh, I never really thought about it. My best guess would be their eyes? I was always thought to keep eye contact with a person when talking to them. Plus, I do it to show respect and give them my full attention.

Then again, I don't take in a lot of details on a person the first time I meet them. I'm to busy trying to focus on what they're saying and making sure they aren't a threat.

What is your eye color?

Some kind of hazel. Like, green on the outside, then blue closer to the pupil and a small gold right right around the pupil. That kinda deal.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Uuuuuuuh, I love the angst and stuff that comes with a scary movie, but I can never say no to a happy ending. Something about seeing characters on the TV getting the ending they deserve makes me smile. That and it kinda gives me little boosts of hope for my own happy ending. Well, rather the beginning of my happy forever.

Any talents?

Well, I don't know, to be honest. I've never been exceptionally good at one thing as far as I know. The closest thing to a talent I have is baking.

Where were you born?

In the good ol' land of tatters, of course! Where it's either hot as balls or as cold as an Eskimos home. Grass as yellow as a dehydrated man's piss and you will quite literally never go a day without seeing a tumble weed during the summers. Love the state, though. Best memories there and some wonderful summers.

What are your hobbies?

Uhm, hard to say, I suppose. I've come to realize that I don't really know who I am. I gave up hobbies I used to love a while ago. So, I guess doodling and listening to music are the main ones. That's the fun of it, though. I get to learn who I am all over again.

Do you have any pets?

I do, in fact! I've always had a pet in our home since, well, forever! Currently, I have a 1 year old Pitbull terrier mix, and oh my gosh, she's the cutest! We also got one of her sisters from the same litter. That one is my brother's, though. Then, we have a fat cat named Tigi, who's a whole ten years of age. Ever since she was a kitten, she's had a smoker meow(that's what we call it), and it's so funny. Her purrs are so loud too, like you can just look at her and she'll purr. Great help on the bad days. I had a tortoise shell cat, too, who was Tigi's sister. Her name was Mimi, and she was my world. Still love that cat with all of my soul even though she's gone now.

How tall are you?

A whole 5'10 my good friend! I was aiming for 6'0, but it'll do. 😌

Favorite subject in school?

Lunch.... kidding, it's hands down history class. I'm a nerd, and history is just so fun to learn about.

Dream Job?

Ideally, one where I'd get paid to travel or maybe a successful actress/YouTuber. Being realistic, though I'd just like a job where I help people. Like, I'll be off to college soon enough, and I'm considering a psych degree because I love the field, and the thought of helping others with things I struggle with just sounds right.

K, that was soooo fun! I loved learning more about you. It feels like we're closer now, ya know? Anyhooters, here it is!

The friends/moots that I'm gonna try and drag into this: @lowkeyerror @smalls-words @godlykhepri @skeletors-cock @gilligans-islands @ctitan98official @unholyhelbig @ale-owl

🙌15 Questions For Friends 🙌

Tagged by my people: @michiganstray , @blackwolfstabs , and @osnapitzmel1

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Are you named after someone?

No, my mom had the name Elizabeth picked out I think before or after I was born. However, if you are referring to my tumblr name then I made the name"FantasyLandBitch" up way after high school because I wasn't sure what to really call myself and for the life of me I don't remember the original name of my tumblr.

When was the last time you cried?

I cried last night while my sister and her wife were driving me and my little brother back to our parents house and I had cried while in the house.

Do you have kids?

Haha in this economy? No.

What sports do you play/have played?

Well growing up I didn't participate in team sports like wanting to go pro kind of sports because I had a lot of anxiety, was super shy, and insecure. However, I did like participating in flag football, volleyball, badminton, baseball, and sometimes floor hockey.

Do you use sarcasm?

I had to ask my brother "Hey Jon, have I ever used sarcasm?" and he said "no" so no. I think it's because I sort of wouldn't know how to do that but if I picked up that someone else was using sarcasm in a particular tone that lets me know that they're using sarcasm that's fine or like they're kidding is fine.

But if someone is using sarcasm in a rude way then I might be inclined to punch them really hard in the throat.

What is the first thing you notice about people?

I would say their vibes or their personality because I might be intimidated if I don't know the stranger or I might feel uncomfortable by their vibes. But if someone's vibes and personality seem friendly then it's safe for me to talk to them.

What is your eye color?

I think my eyes are dark brown.

Scary movies or happy endings?

DAMN okay so for this one it really depends because if it's a scary movie with a happy ending where a character lives after suffering the entire movie then I'm all for it right. The narrative needs to be well thought out and not half assed. But if it's like a scary movie where the narrative and characters makes sense, then be my guest kill everyone on the screen, however, if it's a movie like "The Descent" and there are no happy endings then I might get fucking angry.

Any talents?

Okay so for some reason this one was kind of hard for me to understand so I had to look up what you meant. But I would say writing, maybe storytelling, having a creative mind or possibly being creatively gifted.

{I would have to get help for this one and write a list.}

Where were you born?

In the USA but if you're talking about where I came out of the womb then that is confidential.

What are your hobbies?

Writing, Drawing in different mediums, sewing when I have to sew, playing video games, listening to music, sometimes singing, sometimes reading,

Do you have any pets?

I did...we had to put my 12 year old dog down on March 2 due to liver cancer so it's been kind of hard for me since then. But I suppose I have unofficially adopted my friends pets, my sisters dog Starbuck, and am kind of happy just seeing animals in general.

How tall are you?

I'm 5'3 and ready to beat someone's ass like a morally gray character.

Favorite subject in school?

Oooooooooooooooooh that's kind of a hard one, it's between History and Art.

Dream job?

When I figure it out then I'll come back to you.

I shall tag: @screechcat , @thisonewhocanbreathe , @schrodingerspsycho , @wandagcre

Feel free to try this out, tag your friends or close followers but also no pressure to make one!😊💚😘

[lovelytaes-blog]

Happily - jjk

pairings: dad!jk x mom!oc

summary: you and your husband finally decide to have a baby, and nothing ever felt more complete than this. 

warning(s): fluff!!! kook jokes about taking long to knock you up, but other than that, nothing but cuteness and domestic shit. there’s definitely a make out sess in this, but that should be the most sexual thing??? please let me know if I’ve missed anything!!! 

word count: ~1.5k - i know, it’s short, it’s just supposed to be cute and fluffy!!

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notes: this is actually a part of my ‘euphoria’ drabble, which consists of one more part (the other part is like a prequal, if you can even call it that lol). honestly, bts as father’s is just sooo wholesome, that I had to write one about kook. I wanted to thank @xpeachesncream for reading my stuff and giving me the confidence to post. She’s the sweetest soul ever, so please read her stories, they’ll take you on a magnificent journey. 

this is also my very first post, so please be nice ((: 

The soft snores from your husband filled the room as you lay beside him. His hair tussled perfectly against his face while the moon’s light kissed his skin. You resist the urge to brush your fingers along his sculpted jawline, hesitantly hovering your fingers over his face. You quietly smiled at him with adoration. How could you have gotten so lucky?

It was late and you knew it, you should be catching up on sleep just like your husband, however, you couldn’t find it in you to shut your eyes. You couldn’t be happier, tired nonetheless, but you were—are—happy.

You heard rustling in the crib beside you, and quiet sniffles causes you to turn around gently to peer into the baby bed beside you. You were greeted with wide eyes that twinkled in the moonlight and a small baby smile appeared on your precious baby’s face, causing you to coo at her. She returned it, excitedly flailing around in her little bed making grab hands for you. Shifting your eyes to the clock, 1:24 am, you shuffled in your bed to pick her up.

This wasn’t abnormal for her to wake up at this time. You had put her down at around 7pm, but tonight she had slept for 6 hours straight before waking up. You were lucky, your baby rarely cried when she wakes up, of course, unless she’s hungry. However, all in all, she wasn’t one to cry and you were so thankful for that. She never wailed like one of your best friends, Jin’s wife, had warned you that might happen.

“Let’s let your Daddy sleep, yeah?” You whispered to Ailiseu as you carried her out the door, shutting it quietly. Her big doe eyes—which she inherited from her father—twinkled up at you; bending forward, your baby gave you an open mouth kiss, slobbering all over your cheeks causing you to giggle softly. Descending down the stairs of your home, you plop yourself down on the couch, propping Ailiseu on your lap.

You loved having mommy time with your little girl, her little laughs could easily brighten your day, even if you were exhausted. You’ve been sleeping well, Aili even let you nap for 2 hours today, which probably explains your lack of tiredness. While playing peek-a-boo for what seemed like hours, you started to notice Ailiseu’s change in attitude. Her lips started to tremble and her eyes began to water.

“Oh, baby,” You whispered as she started to sob quietly. You quickly put her in position to feed, and to your relief, she began immediately. Rocking back and forth while she fed, you heard the sounds of footsteps descending the stairs.

“Jagiya?”

You peered behind you to see your husband scratching his head with droopy eyes. His eyes squinted to find yours and he walked towards you with a tired smile. Rounding the couch, he sat beside you, placing a lingering kiss on the side of your head, before he gently placed his large hand on Aili’s head, who immediately detached herself from you and peered up to her father with a baby pout, almost resembling one of your scowls.

“Kook, you know she hates when you interrupt her feeding.” You giggled as she nudged his hand away to continue. Jungkook sighed withdrawing his hand from her head to place it around you instead.

“She’s only been alive for 6 months and she’s already picked up her mommy’s hangry attitude.” He moaned throwing his head back against the couch. Silently laughing to yourself as Ailiseu quickly finished up. Jungkook quickly took her from you and placed her on his shoulder to burp her. He softly patted her back as you leaned in closer to him.

“Good girl, Aili,” He praised when your baby burped, “you’re so cute.” He placed a kiss on her head, and soon enough, your quiet living room filled with gentle snores from the little girl resting on your husband’s shoulder.

“How come you left bed?” Jungkook questioned.

“Hmm,” You hummed, “took a long nap today, couldn’t sleep.” You stared at the pictures on the walls of your home.

Jungkook at the age of 16 and you at 15. You were dating back in high school, but this was the first picture of you two that you took together. You remembered that night so well. Kook and you had been friends forever, it was about time the two of you started to like each other way more than just friends. Everyone called it from the start that the two of you were meant to be together. The night that the picture was taken, was the first time you two officially became a couple. He had taken you to the skating rink, something you two loved to do, but it felt different. He wasn’t just skating beside you; he finally held your hand. Not in a friendly way either like you normally did, no, he interlaced his fingers between yours. You had felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as he squeezed them while the two of you made rounds and rounds around the rink. It was a blissful first date.

Smiling you gazed at another picture of you and Kook. It was your graduation picture. Jungkook had his hair in a small man bun and curls littering his forehead. He had one arm wrapped around your waist and the other on your cap, his signature bunny smile present on his face while looking down at you. You were in the middle of laughing up at him with your degree in your hand and a bouquet of hydrangeas, the other gripping his waist. Your smile widened when you caught a glimpse of your engagement ring sitting comfortably on your left hand, the simple, yet beautiful rock glimmering in the picture.

The next photo of the two of you was a collage of your wedding day. The middle picture, of course, was of you and Kook looking at each other with giddy smiles, foreheads touching, and your arms wrapped around his neck and his around your waist pulling you in. All across the picture were snapshots of your entourage. Your bridesmaids and you in your room before you had to walk down the aisle. You were clinking glasses together with big smiles all around. Jungkook’s entourage consisted of the boys all fist bumping or patting the maknae’s back with large smiles. Next set of pictures within the collage, were pictures with your parents and Kook’s family, your mother and Kook’s mother were kissing both of your faces, while both your father’s made silly faces in the back. Lastly, the last picture of your collage was a picture of you and Kook with your hands intertwined and raised above your heads as a married couple. It was a beautiful shot that the photographer got; it was close up, but you could still see the blurred background of your entourages smiling with joy, the flower petals that were falling, and the beautiful sight of wind catching in your veil.

You peered up at Kook who, too, was smiling at the pictures all around.

“We’ve been together for a while, huh?” You heard your husband chuckle while he cradled Ailiseu. You nodded with a grin.

“7 years, baby.” Jungkook hummed.

“Married for 2 years,” He smiled at you, “with the cutest baby girl, I could ever ask for.” He nuzzled his nose into Aili’s cheeks, causing her to stir with furrowed eyebrows.

 “Crazy, right?” You giggled while reaching over and stroking her head full of hair.

“Crazy that it had taken me this long to knock you up.” He teased.

��Kook!” You groaned slapping his tattooed arm. His deep chuckle filled your ears like music.

“I’m only teasing, jagi,” He smirked, “come on, let’s head up.” He stood up slowly making sure your baby girl doesn’t wake up as he gently takes your hand and leads you up the stairs. Once in your room, he placed Aili in her bed and tugged you to your shared one.

“I love you.” He whispered before pressing his lips to yours. Melting into the kiss, your hands reaching up to his dyed blonde hair, allowing your fingers to play with it gently. It was a sweet kiss full of love. The kind of kiss that you both have shared for years, the kiss that never fails to erupt your stomach with the same butterflies that you have felt all those years ago, and the kiss that makes you fall more in love with him every day.

Clutching your sides, Jungkook tugs you on top of him, lips still attached. You could feel him smiling into the kiss before he pulled away to gaze up at you. His doe eyes that you have always loved stared at you with a cheeky grin before he pecked your lips a couple more times.

“I love you more, Kook.” You whispered as you two held each other close before drifting off to sleep.

[existslikepristin]

Lol, I don't know what's wrong with me. Just fuckin read this.

Thanks to @midnightdancingsol for the thorough editing and @worldsover for the help with the ending because that shit was killing me.

Tags: NSFW, TheLounge, Purple Kiss, Swan, super sexy words, porn tropes, I really should have written just literally anything else honestly, widdle cotton candy cheekie-weekies going commando

The Cutest Duckling

The design and layout of the room were brutally obvious. White walls, black couch, dark wood desk, floor-length windows with aluminum blinds, and several high-quality cameras hidden from each others’ views with one shitty prop camcorder at the center of the desk.

It was brand-name casting couch bullshit, and therefore exactly what Swan was looking for. She rubbed her palms together deviously before adjusting her cage bra, ensuring maximum cleavage presentation.

The door creaked open and an exhausted middle aged man walked in. Swan sat up, arching her back in the most stereotypically sexy way she could manage. The guy paid absolutely no attention to her, sitting behind the desk and flipping through a small pile of papers. He opened his mouth as if to speak but wound up yawning instead.

Swan took matters into her own sexy, seductive lips. “Hello, Mister Director,” she breathed.

“Hey. Uh…” He didn’t so much as look up. “Swan? I don’t see a surname here.”

Swan shoved her shoulders back. Her tits were massive as far as idol standards went. Surely they could grab the director’s attention. “Oh it’s just Swan, sir. But you can call me whatever you want. Sexy Swan. Slutty Swan. Sss… Swan… Sultry. I’m a barely legal teen with huge melon jugs and a thicc, juicy ass, and I’m willing to do aaanything to become a famous pornsta—”

“Looks like you opted out of condoms. Alright. Uh…” He clicked his tongue a few times.

“What should I call you, sir?” Swan practically whispered, giving the top of his balding head a smoldering, half-lidded stare, just in case he ever looked. “Just ‘Sir?’ Maybe… ‘Daddy?’”

He still didn’t look up. “Oh sorry. Name’s Lee Sungjin.”

Swan dug her nails into her palms and cracked her neck. Why the fuck was it so hard to get laid?

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sung. Jin. What a strong name. Will you be the big... sexy man taking advantage of me when we turn on these cameras? I sure hope so.”

“No, that’ll be Ju-Won. He’s getting fluffed right now, but you met him right?”

Finally, she was getting somewhere. She definitely hadn’t met him. “I haven’t, no! How exciting! I looove fucking strangers!”

“Shit. That’s not good. Uh… fluffing can wait. Ju-Won! Get in here!”

The sudden shouting spooked a jump out of Swan, but she quickly recovered. Sungjin’s eyes were lifting. She picked her heels up, making the stilettos look taller. She scooted forward, letting her skirt hike itself up. She puffed her chest out even further, praying that the deep V of her shirt’s neckline would rip in half. “I can fluff him myself! I specialize in... inducing intense lust.”

It was happening. Sungjin was really going to look up. He was going to see Swan in her tightest outfit. It was finally her time!

“Don’t worry about it, he’s gotta be hard when he walks into the r—”

Swan pursed her lips. Was she really so hot that he lost his words? Excellent. She knew her next words. They were rehearsed thoroughly in the mirror. Do you like what you see, baby?

“Oh my god, you are adorable!”

“Fucking dammit!” Swan screamed. Why did this always happen?

“Hey Ju-Won! Get in here! This girl is the cutest!”

Swan leaned forward, pointing a threatening finger at Sungjin. “No! No. Don’t you dare. I will deepthroat your goddamn cock! So far back in my throat!”

The door cracked open and a fully nude, erect man resembling a brick wall in both build and voice walked inside. “Sup boss?”

“Take a look at this chick, Ju-Won! She’s just an absolute button!”

Swan stomped off the couch. “Shut your whore mouth! I am a voluptuous vixen here to coax all the baby batter out of your balls and wear it like a necklace!”

The awkward, mostly one-sided escalation continued. Ju-Won scanned Swan up and down a couple of times. A stupid grin crossed his face. “Woah, you’re super heckin’ cute.”

“Isn’t she though? Hey Swan, how’d you get so cute?”

Swan steepled her fingers in front of her nose and took a long, deep breath. Surely this wasn’t real. This had to be a nightmare. “How about you two fuck me at the same time? Give me a DP.”

“Hey, you know who she reminds me of?” asked Ju-Won, completely ignoring Swan’s proposition for a threesome, “One of those round pink jiggling puffs.”

“Churlish mother fucker!” Swan snatched the camcorder off the desk and snapped the viewfinder off over her knee, then yanked her skirt up, revealing her lack of underwear. The men laughed as if they were watching someone else’s child throwing a small temper tantrum after being refused a toy with their meal. “Both of you! In my asshole! At the same time! Anything!”

A young woman with neon blue hair popped her head through the door, dabbing some saliva away from the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief. “Dude, you’re not due to come in here for like five minutes, we gotta keep you… Oh gosh, who is this delightful ball of fluff?!”

Swan lashed out and grabbed a handful of the girl’s hair, pulling her face down into her spilling cleavage. “Is this what you guys want to see? Some lesbo action?!”

“Awww,” Sungjin cooed. “Chohee made a friend!”

Sure enough, the woman’s arms wrapped around Swan in a loving embrace. Swan looked down. Ju-Won’s cock had gone soft. Fury bubbled up inside her. She pushed Chohee away. “Lady… fucking please. Sit on my face. I’ll eat you out fo—”

Chohee pinched Swan’s cheek. “Oooh, I couldn’t sit on this pretty little face! I wanna see these widdle cotton candy cheekie-weekies!”

“Chicanero—oow owowow!” Swan threw all her weight into a haymaker into Ju-Won’s glistening, rock hard abs. Her pillowy arms, however, were not made for violence. She cradled her throbbing wrist tenderly against her fluffy bosom.

“Oh no! Poor baby, do you need a kiss on the boo-boo?” Sungjin came around the desk, looking genuinely concerned.

With big, glistening, tearful eyes, Swan snapped back. “I want you to kiss my boobs!”

Three sets of warm, comforting arms wrapped around Swan from every direction, simultaneously infuriating her and making the pain fade away.

Ju-Won, being so much taller, nuzzled the top of her head with his chin. “It’s okay, honey bear, we’ve got you.”

Swan struggled and elbowed her way out of the group hug. She pouted, but in a totally sexy way and surely not in any way that could be construed as cute. “How about you get your dicks in me… and spit roast me!”

Swan steeled herself for her final resort. She grabbed the hem of her shirt, grit her teeth, and pulled up. Her cage bra didn’t have any fabric except for the “bars,” which all met at gold rings that circled her nipples. It wasn’t made for support. It was made to maximize lewd stares. It was her secret weapon, her big guns. Or in her case, big boobs. It had to be worth an “ooh” or an “aah” or maybe even a little drool!

Instead, it got a round of three “Awww”s.

Swan ripped the shirt the rest of the way off and flung it to the floor. “I’m done with this shit!” she shrieked as she stormed off set, “Someone on the street is going to fuck me and you’re all going to be jealous!”

She slammed the door on the way out, screaming bloody top as every staffer she passed, despite her curvaceous nudity, squealed or cheeped about how adorable of a little duckling she was.

[keerishima]

HELLO! I saw you were a new blog that needed requests and I was wondering if you could write head-canons for todoroki, bakugou, and kiri (separately) with a s/o that has a witchcraft quirk? TY

well hi! thank you for the request, it was so cool to write! now i’m assuming you mean like a quirk that works like potions and herbs/crystals and spirit summoning and spells which is the road i’m taking i hope that’s okay?

now this boy is

excited

when he first saw the mist swirling around your fingers as you fought the robots in the UA exam, a shock went through his body

what was that? 

okay he didn’t mean to stare- considering he was in the middle of an exam- but the way you moved and the glints of a crystals around your body was just so cool

time passed and he got closer to you, during the dorm competition your room was the only room he wanted to see and boy did he love it

the green ivy and plants in your room, the pots and white smoke curling from diffusers and shelves full of powder and inks organised in a neat row

your room felt like a whole new world- like magic

literally after everyone had left he was still in your room looking around like a meerkat assessing it’s surroundings

fast forward; you guys are dating and he was VERY curious as to how your quirk worked, and you explained how your spells and energy came from the crystals and jewels

each crystal gave you a different energy, which converted to your power!

kirishima literally watched in awe as you pointed at all the different coloured gems and jewels and the symbols on your walls

he even asked to touch some of them and asked where you got them

he also asked to see them in battle, and asked if you had any similar to his own quirk!

the both of you engaged in LOTS of different mock battles, which almost always ended up in a play fight rather than real training- just because he ends up enjoying watching you use your quirk too much to actually focus

once you two had engaged in a long, breathless make out session against one of the walls- what can I say? you wanted to see what it felt like to kiss kirishima in his red riot form and have him melt back to normal under your touch

yeahh...it was a bad idea to do that in the school gym, where half of class 1-B caught you two mushed together against a wall

back to the hc!

he asks SO many questions

sometimes just sits on your bed for ages and asks one after the other after the other, to the point where aizawa has to come and send him back to his side of the dorm

let me tell you now: if you are 1) planning to get anything or 2) NEED anything, don’t let him find out

you once let it slip that you were considering getting pouches to carry these crystals, and the sweet, sweet boy went out and bought BUCKETS of bags

yes buckets because he didn’t know if your crystals would be affected by material or size of the bag or- god forbid what if it did and he ruined your quirk in battle?! 

he’d never forgive himself.

ever.

like literally he’d be on his knees ready for punishment of how you saw fit because of his mistake

what can i say? the boys dramatic

but its endearing :,)

it ended up being the cutest date of you cuddled up on his bed wrapped in his blankets like you were drowning in them,

whilst he sat on the floor, presenting each little bag and pouch to you, all teleshopping style.

‘and THIS 🤩 gorgeous article comes with not just 1😱! not just 2 😱! but THREE 🤯🥵🥳🥳 buttons to clip close to ensure a tight, secure hold of your 😏 special package’

yeah he made a sleazy face

yeah you threw a plushy at him

all of them were bought with your costume in mind and how could you not keep some of the bags? with kirishima watching you with the biggest eyes and slightly-pouting-lips-but-he-would-never-admit-it there was no way you didn’t keep the most useful ones

you asked him to return the extra bags so he wouldn’t have wasted his money, whilst you repaid his kindness with lots and lots of kisses and cuddles

;) or more depending on how you want it

todoroki is uhh...

emotionally constipated

but thats not his fault

#fuckendeavour

sometimes it comes off that he’s not interested in your quirk in a general sense, but it’s only because he doesn’t know how to ask without seeming pushy

he gets shy (but doesn’t show it) but with time that decreases to a sort of dry affection

i’m not saying he’s a dry boyfriend but he definitely isn't as spritely as someone like Denki might be

the way you’d see that he wanted to know more was if he asked you to come and fight with him, train with him and study

this is where he asked about your quirk

he didn’t ask to the extent of kirishima, who said everything that came to mind, he asked precise questions that gave him all the information he was desperate to know because you are so cool it makes his heart burn needed

and he also knew you would add more information as you explained, which he loved because he loved hearing you talk so passionately

this time your quirk allowed you to control people to an extent, depending on different plants and herbs you used

the plants each had a special line, muttered as you dropped the herbs anywhere on your opponent for it to activate

best believe todoroki asked for one to knock endeavour out, literally out of nowhere💀

once, one night you had been laying on your bed, and todoroki had popped over to see you. it was still quite early on in your relationship so you weren’t expecting him to cuddle up beside you and tuck into your smaller body, chin hooked onto your shoulder whilst his eyes bore into yours from below todoroki loves eye contact

‘Do your plants have meanings?’

that’s it, that’s all he softly whispered in your ear

‘What do you mean?’ You whispered back

‘Like...like roses mean love...do your herbs have a meaning linked to what they do?’

okay now he was blushing, very gently because he didn’t want to annoy you, or ask you a question you’d never thought of and make you feel silly or insecure about his quirk

YOU on the other hand were smothering a dopey grin. you knew your boyfriend and his boundaries, and you knew that him asking you in such an intimate setting meant he was trying hard for you

you also knew that he’d just given you free reign to ramble however you saw fit

so you explained, how each herb did this, how if you mixed them they did that, if you made a liquid infused with them it helped with your application in battle and so much more

todoroki listened silently, but his eyes were gleaming

literally glowing in the darkness- I mean was that even possible? it had to have been considering how todoroki looked at you that night

after you were done, he replied with a similar thing about his own quirk, and both of you had a long long chat that went from quirks, to schooling, to life, to aliens and more

todoroki had the weirdest humour, he never knew he was being funny until your quiet giggles morphed into full blown laughter- and caused a knock from the next room over because you were being too loud

he would let out his own little chuckles and smirks, seeing you enjoy his company so much

it was a while after that day when something new happened

you’d sent him a message, whilst he was sitting right next to you, and your contact name flashed on his screen suddenly, catching your eye

‘my calendula’

you looked at todoroki

todoroki looked at you

you both blinked

‘calendula?’ you asked

‘yes’ todoroki replied

‘why calendula?’

‘because,’ todoroki blushed deeply, eyes flickering away from yours

‘because you said calendula means joy...you’re my joy. arent you?’

and god help anyone who tries to say you aren’t todoroki’s joy

because you would literally throw them to the ground

your heart soared at how todoroki loved you and your quirk so much

even though it wasn’t blatantly obvious, it was the little things he did for you 😍

he originally going to call you his basil until Bakugou came round behind him asking him if he was writing the dorms grocery list. safe to say that plan was aborted immediately :D

oho

sorry I just

*pfft*

bakugo amuses me, he really does he’s so entertaining

okay sorry back to the headcanon

I headcanon you’re REALLY strong

like STUPID strong

Remember bakugos reactions to all the students quirks and he was like ‘shit I cant beat them 😨’

And his reaction to todoroki? yeah he’d literally see you use your quirk and just

no I’m joking

but I feel like as your s/o he’d be super obsessed with your quirk

he’d always want to train with you, he’d see it as an amazing part of you that he wants to help hone so you can be the best of the best

not better than him obviously but the best anyway

not that he’d SHOW all of this awe and pride to you, it’s normally delivered in a bunch of bakugo sentences:

‘oi your form is shit. do this instead.’

that means he’s realised a new way you can throw this punch, with much more force

‘tch, go train. you need the training.’

he wants to train with you. again.

‘....finally. took you long enough to learn that.’

you’ve just done something successfully and he’s trying so hard not to blush at how well you did it.

here your power is more destructive

you can create sigils using a your finger in the air and they create attack power

this with bakugos quirk makes a formidable duo, and if he doesn’t get partnered with you he will most likely throw a fit

but not a long fit more of a like ‘oi why is she over there we work better together’

but he realises as heroes you need to work well with anyone you meet, so he’s not too fussy

because of the fact that you draw the sigils, you have a habit of tracing out patterns and new symbols and any sort of designs subconsciously

this is done normally on any part of your skin, with a pen

bakugo being old man bakugo 🙄 got mad at you

he told you off for almost giving yourself ink poisoning and ruining your hand and making it all dirty drama queen

but throughout all of this bakugo had been clutching your hand, and best believe he wasn’t letting go

he used the hand he was holding to pull you along and sit comfortably, dropping his own palm into your lap and mumbling something that kind of, sort of, might have been along the lines of ‘use my arm dumbass’

now you had bakugos arm to scribble on to your hearts content.

you used this when you were stressed, worried that your nerves were causing you to forget things or simply because you wanted to hold bakugo close

in fact, bakugo himself had adopted this habit, and you’ll notice I said arm instead of hand

bakugo got nervous around you, and therefore sweaty, which therefore lead to tiny little explosions in his palms when you were near

but this habit had started to make him feel comfortable with his hands around you, it made him trust himself more

he knew his power was strong and he didn’t want to hurt you, your quirk was something that helped him with that

and he wouldn’t tell you that but he was grateful. VERY grateful

he once asked why you used pen, and not your finger on your skin considering the pen ink is toxic

you answered very quickly, by pulling out a sheet of people and sliding your finger across the surface in a sigil shape

promptly the paper burnt into a cinder :)

and bakugo never asked again

and that is the end! I hope you liked it and I did the idea of Witchcraft justice 😅 please do send some more requests!

god I loved this so much they’re all so cute :,) thank you for this request!!

[amerrierworld]

Hands Off

for the request: The world lacks Lou Miller x reader fics!! Can you do one where Lou gets mad and defensive over reader 

Summary: Lou’s friendly biker gang always welcomed you with open arms, except one.

Characters: Lou Miller x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,551

Warnings: fluff but defensive & angsty >:( Lou, harassment, swearing and a lil bit of physical violence (all within good reason I promise)

For the longest time, you thought Lou only really hung out with Debbie, some of the Ocean’s crew, and colleagues from her club. But a couple months into dating she casually slipped in how she hadn’t seen much of her biker gang lately.

“What?” you shrieked from the couch, dropping your book in your lap. She jumped and looked at you from the kitchen, nearly spilling her beer.

“You’re in a biker gang?”

“Well, yeah,” she said, rather matter-of-fact like, “I’ve got a bike. It’s only a matter of time until you’re in a group for bikers.”

“Really? What do you guys do, rob stores and terrify regular home-owners?”

“Yes to the second, no to the first,” she laughed, coming over to sit with you. You threw your legs over hers on the couch, still rather flabbergasted at this revelation.

“So you haven’t seen them in a while, you said? Why not invite them around?”

“You don’t know them, baby. They’re a bit intimidating.”

“Uh, yeah, not yet. Come on! I wanna know your friends, please?” you grinned, wiggling your toes. She caught one of your big toes between her fingers and held you still.

“Fine then, but you’ll have to get some proper biking attire.”

So now, after multiple trips and a few drink nights at Lou’s club, you were heartily welcomed into the biker gang even though you didn’t have a bike yourself, and mostly just tagged around with your girlfriend. And even then you didn’t come on all their trips, finding the cramps of sitting on the back of the bike for too long unbearable sometimes.

Mary was an older, chubby-faced biker, with the face of the neighbourhood grandma who bakes, yet covered from the neck down entirely in tattoos. Paul was her husband, with an afro as white as winter snow, and chains hanging from every pocket and belt loop.

The two of them chatted, joked and laughed with you when in slower traffic or making a much-needed burrito pit stop whenever you went out. The rest of the group was around Lou’s age or younger, and though you felt welcomed by them, you kept to the three of them mostly. It felt nice and familial to hang around, and Lou seemed the most comfortable around Mary and Paul as well.

Then there was one member of the club who would come and go, and you didn’t often see him around, but when you did you weren’t the most chuffed at the sight of him. Tommy was a middle-aged balding man who didn’t seem to really like anyone in the group, but was still there for reasons unknown.

Your distaste was clear to Lou, and you managed to successfully avoid him.. most of the time. On one trip you had taken a well-deserved break near Central Park, lounging in the cozy late-evening weather, with Lou donning her iconic all-black leather outfit and heeled boots that made you swoon.

You were wearing a pink leather jacket yourself. Lou had chortled with glee at the sight of you trying it on, so contrasted to her black leathers and jewel-toned fabrics. Perhaps the rosy coloured leather wasn’t something you would’ve bought for yourself, but every time you wore it, Lou would grin to the point where her eyes would shine nonstop. So you wore it almost every time you went out on her bike together. It was a little bit Pink Ladies-esque, but you quite liked the way it looked.

But Tommy had been looking at you quite.. harshly, somehow. But you could tell he wasn’t checking you out, rather just judging you and your look. He seemed set on being around Lou, who couldn’t be bothered to give him the time of day, only having eyes for you and talking to you as you relaxed by the park.

“Lou,” you began, watching him scamper off to the other side of the group. One of the nice things about being in a biker gang is no one seems to want to bother any of you, letting you hang around in peace.

“Hm?” one of her hands was running through your hair.

“Does Tommy like you?”

She slowly blinked at you in baffled amusement, “like me?”

“Yeah.. I mean either he likes you and is sizing me up cause I’m your girlfriend, or he just despises me as a person.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. Don’t give him the time of day, love.”

“Why is he in the gang anyways?”

Lou shrugged, “him and Paul go way back. I don’t mind much, he’s usually not around anyways.”

You pursed your lips in worry, so Lou grasped you close in a tight embrace,

“Don’t worry about him, baby. He isn’t bothering you, is he?”

“No, just his annoying face.”

Lou looked over and saw that indeed, Tommy was giving you a repeated once-over, lingering on the small studs of the pink leather jacket, and her expression immediately soured.

“If he comes close again, I’m gonna clock him,” she growled.

“Hey now, don’t say that,” you giggled.

“Hmph.”

The rest of the time spent at the park seemed to be going fine, if it weren’t for the constant tugging at the back of your mind from Tommy’s incessant stares. The silent harassment from his eyes were making you uneasy, and Lou noticed.

“I am definitely going to clock him,” she said to you again. 

“Don’t,” you whined, but not very convincingly. 

Later on, Mary started a warm conversation with you, helping your nerves a bit.

“You’ll have to tell me where you got your jacket,” she said, “I have never for the life of me found a jacket with a colour like that. Only browns and blacks, and it’s so boring.”

You laughed, enjoying the way Lou absentmindedly rubbed your waist with her thumb.

“We’ll go shopping then,” you said, barely noticing Tommy walking in and joining in on the conversation, “I’m sure we can help you find something, Mary.”

“I don’t think pink is quite your colour, Mary,” Tommy piped up, eyeing you again, openly now that all focus was on you. You blushed, not from shy happiness like when Lou looked at you, but rather from sickening dread.

“Where’d you get this anyway, a cheap community theatre production of Grease?” Tommy grinned, tugging at the buckle of one of your shoulders. Your eyes flashed, and you slapped his hand away, every hair on your body standing up at his toothy smile, the ugly flash of a worn golden tooth growling back at you.

The tough crunch of Lou’s well-jewelled hand landing on Tommy’s cheek caught you by surprise.

He stumbled back into his parked bike, knocking it over as he landed on the ground, letting out a filthy curse as his nose began dripping blood.

“You broke my nose,” he cried out, “you bitch!”

“Wish I had done more than that,” Lou snarled, her hand still clenched in a fist. Mary and Paul had rushed forward to hold her back, but she didn’t seem too interested in punching him again.

She reached out for your hand and looked you up and down, as if he had given you a kick to the stomach rather than just bully and tug at your shoulder.

“Are you alright?” she asked, while your jaw was still a little unhinged.

“Y-yes, I’m fine,” you replied, a bit lost for words, “but what about you?”

She shrugged, but you noticed her tightly clenched fist and the redness of her skin. As you inspected her hand, Tommy had got up, managing to stop the bleed and gave a rude gesture towards Lou who simply glared back.

“Fuck you,” he said, hoisting his bike back up straight. No one else bothered to check on him or lend a helping hand as he clumsily sped off down the street, leaving the rest of your small group to hang around on the street. Paul sighed in disappointment, but didn’t seem bothered by him leaving. Hopefully for good, you thought.

Mary was the first to break the silence, clapping Lou on the shoulder and congratulating her on a job well done.

“I never liked him anyways,” Lou muttered, as you lifted her hand and kissed her reddening knuckles.

“I think we should get some take-away burritos, don’t you, Mary?” Paul suggested, locking down his bike.

“Oh, yes, come on all of you, on the house,” Mary grinned, taking his hand and heading down the street to the nearest burrito place, the rest following.

“Burritos?” you waggled your eyebrows at Lou, and slowly the anger dissipated from her eyes, because you shoved your hands in the pockets of your pink leather jacket, and with your combat boots and jewelled belt, she thought you had never looked more like a biker, while somehow being the cutest thing she’d ever seen.

“Alright,” she hooked here arm through yours, “but maybe don’t get the spicy one again? You didn’t seem to enjoy it much last time.”

You shoved her playfully, “yeah well, you said that I could take it, and I trusted you completely, which I never will again.”

“You wound me,” she gasped in mocked pain. You lifted her hand again and pressed it against your mouth,

“Only when you sucker punch creeps to defend my honour.”

A/N: Defensive girlfriend Lou Miller to the rescue? yes please!