#the only way to convince him to come back to the world is through appealing to his nature as a human and not as a tool of the church

[witsserviceablesubstitute]

Part of Hans' deal, at least from my interpretation so far, is that he's envious of the freedom he perceives peasants of having, and Henry does seem to have a lot more freedom than most (the hinted at storytelling reason for why is ingenious, actually, because it feels like it'd make Henry just another special hero but really it'd make him a target).

Hans wants to go out drinking with his soldiers and court the daughters of the local artisans because he has a romantic understanding of their life and craves some of that freedom for himself. It's only through his relationship with Henry that he matures because Henry is the first person from that station he sees the entirety of and he starts understanding that Henry's not free either. I love Theresa's perspective for this reason too.

None of them are free but they persist and live and love anyway. If anything the war and the systems around them are obstacles they must puzzle through and overcome— it shapes them but doesn't define them.

[fastandcarlos]

Mornings Are The Worst : ̗̀➛ Carlos Sainz

summary: as your alarm goes off, you’re all ready to rise, however carlos beside you has other ideas

His smile was popular around the world, the way his eyes lit up was discussed by many. Carlos had the most infectious laugh, his personality could charm the pants off of anyone, he knew how to wrap someone around his little finger in a matter of seconds, but there was one time of day when Carlos was far from an appealing man to be around.

As the buzz of your alarm went off, you were happy sliding your hand out from underneath the duvet to turn the ringing sound off, however the man beside you was far from impressed.

You could hear him groan as Carlos reluctantly stretched his arms up into the air before turning around and showing his back to you. Your head shook as he pulled the duvet to tighten it round his frame, making sure that you weren’t able to get a better hold of it.

“Carlos,” you chuckled, brushing the sleep out from your eyes, “it’s time to get up.”

You shuffled forwards and rested your hand against his bare hip, resting your head against the top of his shoulder. His body tensed up as you got closer, deciding to press several kisses against his shoulder and along his neck. Carlos stubbornly tried to ignore your movements, but the feeling of your fingers dancing along his skin made his heart warm. You could only smile at Carlos’ attempts to ignore you, silently insisting that it was best to stay in bed for a little while longer.

“You’re going to be late,” you whispered, bringing your lips as close to Carlos’ ear as you possibly could.

Carlos remained silent as you spoke, fighting the shiver that ran down his spine and the urge to turn around and wrap his arms as tightly as he possibly could around you. It was a matter of time for you, you knew exactly how to get to Carlos and get what you wanted. You were sure if you listened closely enough you could hear his heavy breaths as he tried his best to compose himself, committed to staying in bed for as long as he possibly could.

You, however, were far from convinced by him.

Your frame nudged into Carlos’, making sure that his attention was back on you. “Good morning,” you chimed, leaning around to get a look at his face.

Carlos’ head shook as you spoke, the smile that usually greeted you was distant. You had to give it to him, he played the grumpy early riser role perfectly, but you knew him better than he knew himself. The closer you pulled your frame to Carlos’ the further he sunk into the mattress, refusing to budge. Your hands continued to move along Carlos’ sides, your movements gentle to make sure he could feel it.

fter a few moments Carlos tried to push you away, using his bum to nudge back at you, but you remained just as stubborn, shaking his body to stop him from opening his eyes again.

“Stop being so moody,” you laughed, propping yourself up on your elbow so that you could see Carlos. His head slowly turned so that your eyes met for the first time, struggling to hold back your laughter as you realised just how sleepy Carlos really was. Work took it out of him, you weren’t blind to that, but you knew just how tight that schedule was too, and Carlos was beginning to push it.

“Come on sleeping beauty,” you teased, brushing your hand through Carlos’ hair, catching the few strands that had fallen so that they were no longer in his face. Carlos huffed as you did so, slowly coming to the realisation that he wasn’t going to be allowed to sleep any longer.

“Can’t you just ring and pretend I’m sick?” Carlos hummed, pressing his head further into his pillow.

“You mean to say, can I ring up and tell Ferrari that their grand prix winning driver is too sick to race?” You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief at Carlos.

“But it’s too early,” he demanded, his voice groggy from still waking himself up, “the race doesn’t even start until 3.”

Your eyes rolled as Carlos continued to whine, “you’re the one who decided to set your alarm for this time?”

“Why didn’t you stop me?”

“Oh, come on,” you grinned, hitting gently against Carlos’ arm. “We can get up and get sorted at our own pace if we get up now, have a coffee, maybe watch a show, enjoy the view for a little while before heading to the paddock.”

“What about if you make the coffee whilst I sleep?” Carlos proposed, earning himself another hit on the arm.

“I’ve never met a man so dramatic about mornings,” you scoffed.

“Mornings are the worst,” Carlos stated, eyes looking across at you desperately. His eyes shut for a moment but you were quick to react, poking your finger into his cheek before Carlos looked at you again, teeth going to bite your finger only for you to quickly move it away.

In a matter of moments, his approach changed. Carlos flipped around and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you as close as he possibly could into his side. As much as you didn’t want to react, you couldn’t help letting your head rest against his chest, hand on his stomach.

Carlos knew he had you as he pressed a kiss against the top of your head, tightening his hold around you. His eyes didn’t stop watching you as you slowly melted underneath his touch, finding yourself incredibly settled once again.

“Hm, maybe mornings aren’t the best,” you sighed, hearing proud laughter coming from above you as Carlos sniggered to himself. “Shut up Sainz.”

“Can you just repeat that?” He proposed, deciding to go all out and try and push all of your buttons.

Your elbow jabbed into his side, silently giving him your response to his question. It didn’t stop Carlos from laughing though as he rested his head on top of yours and allowed his eyes to close again.

“Come on…just five more minutes.”

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[thir10th]

hi love! i'd like to req emily smut, maybe a little more on the rough side if you'd be comfortable with that, where she gets jealous over reader and shows that through sex

if you want something less vague, it could be when reader brings emily lunch to her office and morgan keeps flirting with her, leading to some action in emily's office

I'll be doing these two together cause why not. I hope you don't mind! thanks for requesting, and I hope you liked it!!

jealousy - Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

summary: see the asks, it's a mix of both, it kind of took a turn, but i hope you still enjoy it! tw: jealousy, a very poor try at dom Emily, fingering, breast play?, idk tws are so hard once you've finished writing🥲, i think that's it lmk if i'm missing smth a/n: no idea if there's a way for me to link both asks here, someone lmk if there is

It's only 8.00 am when you enter the police station, two bodies in the past 12 hours required the early hours, everyone had to be focused, your mind had to be only in one place. However, this wasn't the case for all the people on that room.

The local police officer at the head of the case had some other things in his mind.

He starts by boldly checking you out, looks at you up and down, stopping and staring at the short tank top you were wearing, which makes you uncomfortable enough to cover yourself with your arms as much as you can.

The look your girlfriend sends to him doesn't go unnoticed to you, you start to believe she will set him on fire just with her stare, she places herself covering your body to shake his hand, which she gripes a bit too harder than the usual.

If you didn't know her any better, you would say she is jealous.

But there was just no way, right? Emily Prentiss doesn't get jealous, she's too confident for that, she has you so well wrapped around her finger, she doesn't need to be jealous. Right?

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"so you think this... unsub like you call him, could be on a killing spree because of his mother?" the agent asks you, staring at the last picture you just sticked to the board with a puzzled look.

"we're positive, we've seen this modus before, it's a clear pattern" you explain

"ugh, so talking about mommy issues" you can't help the little snicker that scapes your lips.

He looks triumphant, fully believes he's got you under his spell. He couldn't be more wrong.

The familiar hand that slides behind you on your lower back makes you jump, Emily comes around you, standing closer than she usually does.

"hey, what were you talking about?" she asks, tilting her head.

"oh, nothing just the case" you say, unbothered.

"just the case huh?" you turn your head to see how she's staring at him, as he walks away from you both.

"Em? what is it?" you ask suspicoisly.

"nothing, i just don't understand, what could be so funny if you were just talking about the case..." she says sarcastically

"oh my god" you try to keep your voice down, but the excitement is still noticeable "oh my god, Emily, you're jealous!"

"what? What do you mean I'm jealous?" her voice a couple octaves higher, making it so obvious to you she's lying.

"that's not even a real answer!" you say.

"ugh..." she lets out one of those little sounds she always makes when she knows she's been caught, you think it's adorable.

"ok, so maybe... maybe I just... don't like the way he looks at my girlfriend, so sue me!" she tries defending herself, but you couldn't take it seriously for your life, you find it adorable, the slight pink tinting her cheeks, her reassuring hand still resting on your lower back.

"Emily, c'mon, you know i love you" you kiss her cheek, she kisses you back but still doesn't look so convinced.

The thing is, you could not be any less attracted to that man, there was no way in the world you would find his flirting any appealing, but the idea of teasing Emily sounds too exciting.

A little fun never hurt anyone, right?

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"...hellooo, earth to Prentiss?"

Morgan waves a hand in front of Emily’s face and she’s brought back to reality.

"what?" she asks.

"i said, could you please put your frown away, you're scaring Reid" Spencer doesn't even hear the comment, too focused on the case file to even pay attention to the conversation that was taking place right beside him.

"my frown is just where it has to be, thank you" she says raising an eyebrow at that.

Derek gives a scoff, and Rossi chuckles at the whole stupidity of the situation. “If y/n can’t feel your stare burning a hole in her back, when she turns and sees you, she’s sure gonna think you're planning a murder.”

"i might just be" she mutters

"I think I know what's going on" Rossi intervenes "she isn't looking at y/n" he explains pointing at you "I think someone might be jealous"

You are only a few feet away, discussing your last findings with the detective, trying to laugh at every little thing he says, making sure Emily is watching.

"I'm not jealous" she defends "she is so clearly not interested, but what if she needs me to step in?" her attempt to make up a good excuse isn't good enough for any of them to buy it

"if that helps you, but all i can hear is jealousy" a big, cocky smile spread on Morgan's face, it's only making her angrier

"c'mon, or we will too have to face the consequences of the territorial monster of jealousy when it explodes" Rossi says, dragging Morgan away

"yeah, mark your territory" Morgan laughs, while Emily gives him the finger "go get her lover!"

It's your loud chuckle that draws the line for her. When you finally get away from the persistent officer, you turn to see Emily isn't there anymore, taking your phone you see 2 new message from her.

From Em💕: you better knock your shit off baby.

From Em💕: That's it. You're so in for it later.

That one makes your heart throb, it shortly makes you wonder if you had taken it too far. This was not gonna end well for you.

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Hotch decides to call it for the day, sending you off to start fresh in the morning, when a male voice you had heard enough already, calls your name

"Agent, I was wondering if you would be in for a drink with me?" he asks, eyeing you up and down yet again.

You are so sure you would find it just as disgusting if you weren't so gay, and so in love with your girlfriend.

"oh, sorry but no, actually, I-" a much more familiar female voice interrupts you "she's with me" Emily says.

He can't believe his eyes, Emily wraps her arm around your waist pulling you close to her body "hi babe" she says, kissing your lips, you return the kiss, a bit amused at her jealousy, but loving the possessiveness she was showing.

"Sorry, you were saying?" she asks, the man still open-mouthed, he can't bring himself to even speak.

"nothing... ugh, good night, agents" he dismisses you, and walks away defeated.

Emily and you head out of the bullpen, her arm still securely wrapped around your waist, she slides her hand on your back pocket, grabbing a handful of your ass possessively, making you chuckle.

"wanna talk about it?" you ask her innocently

"oh we are gonna be doing a bit more than talking you and me"

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Emily doesn't even leave time for the door to close, and you have a split second to register your thoughts before she closes the door and walks over in one long stride and slams you into the wall.

Her mouth attacks yours in a hungry, desperate kiss, her tongue invading in a fight for dominance, that you just let her win, she is determined to have her way with you, and you aren't going to stop her.

She wasted no time in getting her hands on you, roughly rubbing her hands over your exposed skin. You, however, delicately placed your arms around her neck and when you both pulled apart to breathe.

"what's wrong, Em?" you ask her, breathlessly

"you know what? For starters, I didn't like the way he was looking at you" she starts, her breath warm against your skin, she lowers her head getting your neck, kissing it so sweetly you feel you could melt

she is quick to find your pulse point, mouth-opened kisses all over your skin, she nips all over your spot, which makes you moan

"but then imagine my surprise when i saw you, flirting back" her hand finds her way underneath your shirt, reaching for your breast, she finds no more resistance as you aren't wearing a bra, your other nipple peaking through your shirt in excitement.

She uses her free hand to grip your ass, you jump at the feeling whimpering on her mouth, her closeness only making you more excited.

"but you don't like him, do you, baby?" she asks, teasing you, she leaves a soft kiss on your lips

"he wouldn't stand a chance, we both know men aren't really your type" Emily says lowly, nipping at the tender spot behind your ear. 

She slips her leg between yours, a soft moan escapes your lips.

"so you just wanted to make me jealous" you're too deep in her dominance to even register anything, letting out soft whimpers every time her thumb brushes against the nub and grips the soft skin of your breast

"god... Emily" you let out, as Emily pulls your thighs apart with her hand.

"you know, baby, if you wanted me to fuck you, you could've just asked" she attacks your neck again, sucking hard enough to leave purple marks you couldn't care any less about now.

Emily presses her fingertips against the crotch of your jeans "your clothes. Take them off or I'll rip them off" she commands, taking a step back from you, leaving too little space to maneuver.

You knew better than to tease her when she was like this. A shiver of excitement runs through your back, and you comply.

You take your jeans off then, your shirt, quickly throwing them somewhere far on the room.

You move to kiss her again, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her in for a kiss, but she doesn't let you, instead she grabs you by your thighs, lifting you up.

You wrap your legs around her waist, she carries you to bed, laying you down just harshly enough to make you even more excited for whats to come.

"you are gonna do exactly what i ask you to tonigh, you know why, baby?" you hold your breath, you're not sure if she actually wants you to answer, but you try nonetheless "because I'm yours"

Your answer seems to satisfy her, as she begins kissing her way down your body, taking special care to nip at your collarbone and stomach to leave more marks than the one's on your neck.

The soft cloth of her shirt rubs against your skin and as if just now realising she was still dressed, you grab the hem of her shirt and help her take it off, throwing it somewhere in the vicinity of the room, like you had done with your own clothes.

And not a moment later, she is back to kissing your body, stopping suddenly when she reached the hemline of your underwear.

Her hand navigates down them, she dips low enough to collect your arousal on her fingertips before rubbing your clit forcefully. Your body reacts immediately, curling forward. "Em!" you moan

"what's wrong baby? Cat got your tongue? use your words, if you want me to stop the teasing, just say it"

"fuck...Em, please, I'm yours, please Emily, yours" you confirm, closing your eyes and letting your hips rock against her hand.

“Who are you this wet for?” Emily demands, nipping at your earlobe.

"just you" you whimper, desperation starting to build in your lower stomach

"that's right baby" the cocky smile on her lips makes your eyes roll. You obviously loved slow, romantic love making with your grilfriend, but you'd be lying if you said you didn't love this side of her just as much.

She continued to move her fingers inside of you and you met each thrust but you almost fell apart when she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed hard.

She uses her free hand to play with your breast, you let out a gasp when her tongue moves over it spurred you on and she begins to gently suck on it while her hand still caressed your other breast. 

You melt into the mattress at her words. "let go, c'mon baby, I got you" you cum on the spot, as she fucks you through your orgasm, she let's you ride your high.

Emily lays down beside you as you come down from the climax, she kisses your lips softly, lovingly this time, less urgent.

"you know i didn't mean any of it right? I was just playing with you, i love you. He didn't stand a chance" you try to clarify

"yes baby, i know, i love you too, i wasn't so harsh with you right?" she asks concerned. Sometimes you can't believe how Emily's mood changes so fast, from all dominating, incredibly sexy, to concerned, soft girlfriend.

"Em, it was perfect" you say, grabbing her face and pecking her lips "you are perfect" you kiss her again.

"well, good, because we're just getting started, i'm not sure you've learned your lesson yet" she grins.

"Like i said, I'm all yours, agent Prentiss" she sits to straddle you, and you grab her face to pull her in for another kiss.

Emily caresses your neck with her thumb, looking at the purple marks she had previously left "this will be hard to cover tomorrow"

"who says I'm covering them?"

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Sitting on your usual spot on the plane, you lay behind Emily's amr, resting your head on her shoulder as she reads.

You aren't oblivious of the look on Morgan's face, right in front of you.

The shirt you chose had your neck and cleavage all on display, small and big purple marks cover your skin.

He stares bluntly at you, a cheeky smile covering his face "So y/n, looks like you and Prentiss had yourselves a good night. Care to share?"

Emily gives him the finger.

"in your dreams" you say.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

wow! a lot longer than i expected it to be! finishing this one gave me a headache so please like and reblog if you liked it, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated! <333 reqs still open as always!

[revelboo]

A lot of the stuff in your version of TFP, is kind of giving beastars, the carnivore and herbivore interrelationship kind of vibe. with both species need to have a full understanding of one another.

There’s a lot of misunderstandings when you’re dealing with different species/cultures and I like playing up those moments

Broken Arrow Pt 17

TFP Megatron x Reader

• Blowing out a breath as you ignore his blatant staring, you dangle your feet into the heated bath tub you’d convinced him to get the Vehicons to build for you. Though really, it’s more a pool than anything else. Pushing your plush robe off and fiddling with your jingly harness to undo it, you hear his low, predatory growl and pointedly ignore it. Know the tub was a bribe to get back in your good graces after he’d decided to asset dominance by petting you in front of all of his subordinates while sitting on his stupid throne. Or maybe that had just been him trying to make everyone around him uncomfortable for his amusement.

• Rumbling as you lean to drop your harness onto the floor, you push off into the water without even acknowledging him. Still angry and embarrassed about before. It’ll take some time to get you to understand that you’re his. You shouldn’t care what his underlings think, because their opinions don’t matter when it comes to you. Eventually, you’ll allow him to fully bond you. Resting an arm against the counter your little tub is on, he watches the way you move in the water, the way you can twist and bend. And breaking the surface for air, you frown at him when he dabbles his claws in the water. “Do you need something?” You demand, treading water. Primus, that tone of your goes right through him. The challenge in it stringing him tight because it demands a reaction.

• Grinning to bare those sharp denta at you, there’s no denying the thrill of provoking him on purpose even though you know he’ll eventually bite. Heat and interest coiling you tight despite yourself when he vaults up onto the counter, mass shifting and studies your pool. He wouldn’t come in. He can’t. His metal butt will sink like a big, pointy rock. Clawed servos gripping the edge, he hauls himself over and drops in with you, sloshing water over the side of the tub. And you retreat to the far end, eyes narrowed and trying not to crack up, because he’s standing, but the water is deep enough only his grinning mouth up is showing. Like the world’s ugliest crocodile.

• You’re much less confidant now, treading water as far from him as you can get. Stalking after you, he’s slower in the water and you tense until he’s almost close enough to grab you before you dive underneath and swim away. Making him work to capture you. Patiently tracking you and following, aware that you’re trying so hard not to smile. That you want to be caught. “You’re too slow,” you taunt, growing more confident that he can’t catch you. And he’s going to pin you to the wall of your tub and frag you until you can’t move once he gets his servos on you. You’re faster, but he doubts you have the stamina to keep darting around like that forever.

• Cracking up when he just grins at you and patiently follows, his expression is almost playful. You’ve seen him tease you before, but this feels different. He’s enjoying this game. Hunting you like prey appealing to some part of him and you know what he’ll do when he gets those big hands on you. That grin of his is a promise and a threat. Realizing something is very messed up with you for wanting to be caught by him. To feel him inside you, almost too rough, too wild. To feel those sharp denta leave another careful mark on your skin. Breath hitching, you dive to avoid him and slide your thigh against his leg flirting with danger and barely getting away before he can grab for you.

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[rainydayathogwarts]

Valley-girl Charm - Bucky Barnes

Summary: In which reader from the 1940s knows just how to play the damsel in distress to get exactly what she wants in the modern age after coming out of the ice. Or should I say: 3 times Bucky did things for you, and the 1 time you did something for him. SMUT!!!

2.9k wc

Natasha knew body language better than anyone. Tony knew how to play the knight in shining armour better than any hero in the old tales they told.

So of course, they were the first ones to pick up on the little game you were playing. It had started the second you were back from under the ice, charming anyone you spoke to with your 1940's valley girl accent, using words you'd only hear in old television. Men fell at your feet the second words came out of your mouth, offering you anything you'd dream of, and it didn't have anything to do with the super-soldier serum in your system either. You politely declined every time, but eventually understood the kind of power you held.

The second charming method they noticed you had came from your gorgeous smile. The moment you looked up at someone through your long lashes and beamed widely, looking so innocent and kind, people were willing to give you the clothes off their back if you asked. Of course, you never accepted anything from complete strangers. The two Avengers had come to their conclusion that you were still accustoming yourself to the norms of the new world, unaware of your ability to bewitch people with your natural appeal, however it was not long before they were proven wrong.

They didn't know if it was the fact that you were so familiar to Bucky and Steve, a comfort amongst all things new that made them more vulnerable to do anything for you, or if it was just your flirt, but they were immediately intrigued after seeing your interactions with the soldiers. They'd seen the way you spoke to the two soldiers just after coming out of the ice and hadn't noticed anything unusual apart from the fact you'd essentially come out of a time machine. As the weeks, months passed, they knew your intentions.

It had started by witnessing a simple conversation between you and the two soldiers. "Well I'm all nerves about going to speak to Agent Fury about that last mission. He's going to get all bent and blow a fuse." The two soldiers stood either side of you turned to face you in such synchrony it had almost been comical. Bucky was the first to speak, "Don't worry doll, I can go speak to him if you'd like. You shouldn't be the one he chews out." "Anyway," Cuts in Steve "We were the ones who screwed up honey, not you." From across the kitchen, Natasha rolled her shoulders back, nudging Tony with her elbow lightly as she stirred sugar into her coffee. Their eyes widened slightly at the wide smile sprawling itself on your face, peeking back and forth between the two men.

"Really? You boys don't have to do that just for me." Steve straightened his posture impossibly at your comment, but it was Bucky who beat him to the comment. "Honey, I'd do anything for a broad like you." You cocked your head to the side, a hand coming up to rest on his muscled bicep. "Why, thank you Sergeant. You dreamboats are too kind". Natasha's eyes trailed over to Tony when the three of you finally left, the two boys accompanying you seemingly wherever you wanted to go. "See, I didn't understand half of that conversation, but they are wrapped around her finger." Tony hummed "She's smarter than we thought."

The second time they witnessed it, they were convinced that you did it on purpose, their image of you quickly turning from innocent and naive to a femme fatale, manipulating men into thinking they're doing things for you because they want to. You'd all been hitting the bars, only missing Thor from the team. You had been occupying a large round booth, wedged between Bucky and Natasha, giggling with her about the man she found attractive sat at the bar, whilst the four men at the table shared stories. Natasha's eyes were quickly drawn to your hand as you placed it on Bucky's thigh, the man putting his own hand over yours almost instantly as he glanced down at you. You returned his look, grinning widely before turning back to your conversation with the tall red-head.

Natasha carried on with the conversation, pretending not to notice the intimate moment you'd shared with the soldier, but her jaw went slack nonetheless when Bucky leaned closer to you not two minutes later, whispering "You're drinking a margarita, right?" And rising from his seat when you nodded at him, humming in agreement. Bucky joined the group once more with two drinks in hand: one for him and one for you, smiling proudly when you cocked your head to the side, insisting he didn't have to. He only wrapped one muscled arm around your shoulders as a response, pulling you closer to him despite the humidity of the bar.

When you leant your head on Bucky's shoulder, stealing a glimpse up at him though, Natasha was no longer assured that those tricks up your sleeve were to get what you wanted. Perhaps you used them to get who you wanted. She sipped her drink instead of making a comment, afraid to scare you away with any questions when you'd only just begun getting close to her. Maybe in a couple of weeks during a girls' trip to the bathroom she'd bring up your relationship with him.

That girls' trip didn't end up being in a bathroom, but in a changing room, because next time something so significant had happened, the entire team was training together for the first time in a while, and Steve had declared that you were all doing a round robin. If you were still in the military, sure - you'd have moaned about it, throwing your head back in disappointment and hoping your supervisor hadn't seen you complain. But now, with the super-serum in your bloodstream? Well, you supposed you could be in a worst position, like Tony's, who didn't have any super-powers or spy training. With so many of you on the team, it'd take numerous matches for everyone to have their turn against each of their teammates, so after a quick warm-up, everyone had settled down on the mats of the martial arts training area to watch.

Soon later, everyone who was sat on the mats was trying to catch their breath as two team-mates sparred on the mats. Tony stood after Thor and Steve's match, adding another tally next to Thor's name on the big planning whiteboard before turning around with a wide smirk on his face. "Last match of the day." Bucky hopped up from next to you, sticking a hand out for you to take. Hesitantly, you took it, only for him to pull you up to your feet. "Us?" You asked, only for him to nod. "Well, I'm gonna let you have it, Barnes." You teased, tightening your ponytail. "Oh come on, might as well reach for the sky now, y/n."

"Steve, what the hell are they saying?" Called out Clint, leaning over to see the blonde man from across Natasha. "She's gonna hit him hard, and he says she should just give up now." Replied the man, taking another sip from his water. Tony picked up the whistle next to him, blowing into it, before scrambling back to watch with the others. The second the time started, Bucky faltered - how the hell was he supposed to hit you? But there was already a fist flying to his face which he barely dodged, instead swatting your wrist away from him.

You stared at him intensely from behind your fists, shielding your face, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "Come on Barnes!" Steve yelled from the sidelines. Bucky's face mirrored yours, his eyes laced with confusion, but he threw a fist anyhow, going for a body shot instead of your face. Nevertheless, you moved to the right, dodging his fist, and grabbing his arm as leverage to help you jump up. You threw your right leg over his shoulder, and behind his neck, swinging your other leg over his second shoulder, and crossing it over your right leg to trap his arm between your legs and over your torso. You tensed your quads as much as you could, hoping the triangle choke would work on him, but instead he used his metal arm to push your thigh over his head as much as he could. It was working, slowly but surely.

"Fuck" you muttered when he slipped his head in the gap between his shoulder and your thigh. You were now essentially hanging onto his arm, both legs over one shoulder. Before he could react, you flexed your core muscles, and sat up onto his shoulder. You released his arm, jumping off his shoulder so you landed behind him, and softly push-kicked him the back so he stumbled forward. As he did though, one hand reached behind him and grabbed your ankle, so you were dragged along with him. You slipped onto your back as he fell forward but Bucky was quicker, getting up instantly to straddle your hips. He leaned forward, above you, trying to get his arms around your neck to get you in a chokehold, but the second you giggled, he shot back up again.

"Sorry, that tickled." You insisted, hand coming to your neck to play the part better, a broad smile gracing your lips. Just as Bucky opened his mouth to say something, you reached out to grab both his hands, bucking your hips up and turning to the side to flip him over. You were on top of him in the blink of an eye, mimicking his movements as your arms snaked around his neck. You successfully put him in the same chokehold he had tried to put you in, but when you twisted your wrists, the blood supply to his face immediately cut off and you felt his hand tapping you twice on the shoulder. "You cheat." Was the first thing he said after his gasp for air, but you only shrugged, rolling off his chest. "I was only using sources available to me."

You giggled as you ran off to catch up to Natasha, already waiting for you by the doors to the changing room. "So..." She started, quite obviously. "So... What?" You echoed, looking up at her curiously, shimmying out of your shorts. You turn around so your back faces her as you struggle out of your sports bra, wrapping your towel around your sweaty body before spinning back around. "You and Bucky. This flirting has been going on for weeks. Do you like him, are you dating?" You laughed, cocking your head to the side. "You don't know?" She shook her head quickly, sitting down on a bench. On the other hand, you just opened one of the doors to the clean showers, calling out to her.

"Well, before the ice, me and Buck knew each other from the military, we got along well. The only problem was, he was my superior. I couldn't possibly make a pass at him and be known as the soldier who had the nerve to try and lay paws on her superior. But there was always something there..." At the lack of response, you stuck your head back out of the shower, to make sure Natasha was still there. "Natasha?" The spy looked at you with her mouth wide open in shock. "What!? And you never told me?" You shrugged, turning the water on. "Well I thought y'all knew."

Her silence told you enough about how much she really knew. As she muttered to herself on the other side of the door, you submerged yourself in the water, massaging shampoo into your hair, hearing flashes of "before the ice" and "he was your superior?" so you assumed she was still talking to you, even though you ignored most of what she said. You barely heard her goodbye and the sound of the changing room door opening and closing one more time, before the sound of water running was all you could hear.

"Y/n? Natasha let me in, she said you were done." You perked up at the sound of Bucky's voice, exclaiming "Here!" He approached the sound of your voice, stopping when he realised Natasha had deceived him. He stood in front of the dark wooden door, watching the steam dance in the space above your door. "Is it anything urgent?" The towel hanging from the door disappeared into the other side, and Bucky realised shaking his head wasn't enough of an answer because the door swung open to reveal you, soaking wet and completely naked with the exception of the small towel that barely covered your private parts. "Oh! Hey you!" You exclaimed, taken aback at his proximity, yet smiling all the while.

Bucky stood frozen in place, mouth ajar as he search for his words. "I'm sorry, I- I, you look beautiful." You giggled at his words, approaching his shirtless, freshly showered figure. His long hair was wet and skin was glistening, and he only wore a pair of jogger shorts to conceal himself. You have to admit, they weren't doing a great job and covering the growing tent in them. Your eyes trailed back up his body to meet his, smiling at him again. "Anything I can help you with, Sergeant?" Bucky's hands hesitantly rose to meet your hips. "I-No it's fine." Your hand met his and you dragged him with you three steps backwards, back into the shower you had just exited. You reached your arm behind him, locking the door once more.

"You're sure?" Bucky shook his head, pulling your hips flush against his as he slammed his lips against yours in a needy kiss. You gasped as your towel started to unravel, but you didn't try to stop it, wrapping your arms around Bucky's shoulders instead. When he separated from you, opening his eyes, they immediately widened, and his bit his lip, poorly trying to suppress a moan. You pushed Bucky back gently, urging him to sit on the small wooden bench. He sat down, legs spreading to make space for you between them, but when you started lowering yourself onto your knees, he shook his head frantically, begging "No, no, none of that, doll. I just want you sweetheart."

The cold metal of his arm flush against your skin chilled you as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you up to sit on his laps. He grunted, frantically pulling down his cotton shorts. You aided him at doing so, gasping when his cock sprung out, the absence of any underwear surprising you. You immediately took his dick in your hands, watching as Bucky's face scrunched up in pleasure. You guided him inside you, sitting down flat on his dick, but you couldn't help the loud moan that escaped you as you did. You whined, beginning to drag yourself up and down his dick, gradually speeding up your movements. Bucky's hips met your frantically, until his pace was so quick you couldn't keep up. "Buck!" At your plead, he wrapped an arm around you, using his metal one to support both your weights on the wall, and he stood up, walking forward until your back was pressed against the cold shower wall.

You gasped at its feeling against your skin, jerking forward once more when Bucky's metal hand came up to play with your nipples as his speed increased once more. Bucky leaned his forehead against yours, cussing loudly before biting his bottom lip in fear of being heard. His hand left your breasts, instead blinding searching for the shower handle. When he found it, he immediately pushed it upwards, the instant noise of water shooting out moderately covering the sounds of pleasure you made. Your wrapped your arms around his tighter, grinding your pussy onto his pelvis as he thrusted into you, your clit rubbing on the short hairs near the base of his dick.

You busied yourself pressing kisses on Bucky's neck, the water squelching between your bodies as you passionately moved against each other. "Fuck y/n" Bucky moaned, chasing your lips, panting against them once he met them in a deep kiss. Your hands cupped his face as you kissed, deepening it impossibly, and his metal hand went straight to your clit, rubbing circles on it as fast as he could. Your leg twitched and you didn't have time to warn him before you were cumming all over him. "Shit!" Bucky grunted, pulling out of you as he balanced you on the wall, his hand coming to jerk himself off quicker. You put your hand over his, legs still wrapped around his torso, teasing his sensitive tip as you stroked him up and down. With a deep shudder, white stripes of cum shot out of him, painting your belly white, only to be washed away with the shower's stream.

Bucky put you down gently, making sure you wouldn't slip before cupping your face with his large hands and bringing you in for a much slower, more passionate kiss. You pulled away from him, keeping him close as you peppered kisses all over his face. He laughed, trying to pull away from you and saying,

"We should have done this about 80 years ago doll, don't you think?

[purple-iris]

I've just had a fun concept idea

Episode of The Big Bang theory where Sheldon is introduced to an elderly couple, and their house has a bunch of Star Trek merch, decor and paraphenalia. He believes its the husband's collection and tries many time, with laughing track galore, to strike conversation with him about it. Only, it isn't the husband's collection, he's big into woodworking or smth, and then the elderly lady reveals herself as the fan and a fandom founder.

Way back in the 70s, she was a fanzine editor and convention organizer type.

She introduces him to fanzines and shows pictures of convention she and her friends organized, along with fandom history, like the letters sent to Paramount to get S3 done. He is sceptical of Fanfiction, having for so long loved canon, but suggesting that people can fix inconsistency and add even more stories through it, he finds he likes it. Namely, she argues with "Well, why would a teenage Spock undergo Pon Farr on Genesis..." and he completes with "WHEN HIS FIRST WAS AT 34 IN AMOK TIME- omg you're right and we can fix that!"

Seeing these fics in the fanzine, he asks her how it began.

"And you started writing this because you desired Spock?! Physically?!" And the lady goes "Well a lot of us really did see the appeal... tall, not a red blooded male, with a mind and such kindness. I still do as a matter of fact!"

Sheldon faints, exclaiming about how Spock wouldn't do that, and she has to fan him with a fanzine. *insert laughing track here*

When he comes to, they talk further, and she asks: "So, if you agree that Spock would not do that with women, do you accept the Premise?" And Sheldon is puzzled, but the sense of secrecy is instantly appealing to him.

She brings out another zine, and introduces him to K/S.

At first he needs convincing but with a t'hy'la thrown in (he gets to go "OMG a reference to the novelisation of Star Trek the Motion Picture by Gene Roddenberry) and logical arguments, citing examples of women Spock refused to engage in relations with in favour of his captain (Leila, Zarabeth, T'Pring), before bringing in the spirk logic about mutual devotion and you got him won over.

Maybe she asks him if he woulf destroy the Enterprise for one of his friends and Sheldon goes "Absolutly not! How could I do that to such a ship! That's far too great a sacrifice- Omg captain Kirk IS in love with Spock!"

They talk about fanfiction more, and she speaks about all the types and genres, the more romantic, the more mature and explicit, and about how you can find or create whatever suits your tastes, and finishes with:

"We lived vicariously through Captain Kirk and Spock, or sometimes just really enjoyed reading about how they got together, or lore of their lives and adventures. They are a beautiful pair and really opened the door for creating about their worlds" We get a little *awww* from the crowd track.

Later we see him on Livejournal or smth looking for Generations fix-it and Sheldon is officially hyperfixating on Spirk.

[castiwls]

juno .ᐟ

Paring; dean x reader

Prompt; 'one of me is cute but two tho’

Requested; @mochminnie

Notes;

Masterlist | short n sweet

Children had never really been on your or Dean's radar. Sure when you were younger the idea of a picket fence had sounded nice but now as an adult and knowing the life you currently lived, you’d both come to an unspoken agreement that it was not the time for kids.

Well, that was until you ended up in the possession of a shifter baby.

“C’mon, sweetheart you’re not seriously considering it.” Dean laughed climbing into bed beside you. He pulled you into his side with a quiet sigh.

The last few days had been nothing short of insane. He thought he’d seen it all and then suddenly Sam’s back and now he has an extended family he wasn’t sure if he trusted or not.

The only person acting like god damn normal was you. Well, you were until you’d announced that you wanted a baby.

He wasn’t ready for a baby! He was pretty sure he’d also just proved it if the way you’d reacted when he’d given the shifter whiskey was anything.

“Think about it.” You hummed, your tone dreamy almost as the image of him holding the baby flashed through your head again.

“I am.” He responded gruffly as his eyes slipped shut. “I’m thinking and I’m telling you no.”

You huffed looking up to him with a slight pout. Dean cracked an eye open, grinning at your expression. “Don’t pull that face at me. No babies end off.”

He squeezed your body closer to his as you continued to frown. “Can’t we just talk about it? I saw you with that baby Dean, you didn’t look too annoyed then.”

He hummed looking at the ceiling for a moment. Maybe the baby had been slightly cute.

“Though if we do have a kid we are not naming it Bobby-John.” You scoffed. Dean shot you an offended look as he moved back ever so slightly to see your face better.

“Hey! What’s wrong with my naming abilities!”

“You can get middle naming duties.”

“Hey, if we’re doing this it’s my child too sweetheart and I’m not letting you name it somthin stupid like…like Sally.”

“Sally? Seriously?” You shook your head, amusement flashing in your eyes as you saw the playful glint in his own.

Dean nodded. “So we’re at an agreement. No Sally.”

“No Sally.” You nodded.

Dean’s hand rubbed over your shoulder slowly as you sat up, shifting to sit across his lap. He smiled as you came face to face, his other hand brushing a piece of your hair back.

“Think about it. A little baby who’s the spit of me or you? How cute would that be!” Your voice was soft now, the same one you used to convince him to let you pick the dinner place whenever you were bored of his constant fast food.

“Think about it? For me?”

He huffed but fell quiet. A mini-you did sound a lot more appealing than another version of him. The world didn’t need two Dean Winchesters running around.

“I dunno sweetheart, two of you sounds kinda like a nightmare.” You gasped hitting his chest.

“Shut up, a mini version of me would be so cute.”

“Mhm.”

“Dean!”

“I’m joking.” He laughed. “I’m joking. I think it would be adorable.”

You nodded happily before falling quiet. “Does that mean you’re willing to try?” You said after a moment, peaking up through your lashes.

“Jesus-“ he huffed before taking a breath. God damn it you’d made the idea so appealing.

“It better be a damn girl.” He grumbled before flipping you both over. You gasped as your back hit the mattress before a slow smirk grew on your lips.

“If not we can always try again.”

[perlelune]

Training Wheels | Coriolanus Snow | iii.

Your mother's macabre work never appealed to you as you always preferred the comfort of your books, but when her apprentice takes a special interest in you, your safe, quiet world is flipped upside down.

Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Gaul!Reader, Shy Reader, Manipulation, Parental Neglect, Drinking, Peer Pressure, Hazing, University set, Loss of Virginity, Dumbification, Insecurities, Abusive Relationship, Degradation, Suicide Attempt

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

“So what’s your deal?” Festus Creed asks out of the blue. 

Your mouth opens in shock, a nervous laugh slipping out. “My deal?”

A mocking sneer twists his features. “Yeah, Coriolanus kept trying to get you to eat with us but you were being weird about it. If you hate us, just say so.”

While some snigger at the table, Coriolanus stares daggers at him. The mirth instantly vanishes from Festus’ face.

Clemensia bumps her elbow into his rib, chiding him, “Festus, come on,”

“I don’t…hate anyone,” you defend, your voice hardly above a whisper.

Clemensia flashes you a reassuring smile.

“Of course, you don’t. Coriolanus said you’re very sweet.”

Livia rolls her eyes.

“Ugh, whatever. Can we get back to discussing the Yuletide Ball?”

Surprise flutters through you. The name bears vague familiarity. It can be found in the archives detailing the history of the Capitol University. But it’d since long become a frivolity amidst concerns such as quelling the uprisings in the Districts. What’s a students’ dance in the face of war and famine?

“The Yuletide Ball? I thought this was an abolished tradition…I mean since the war.”

Excitement illuminates Livia’s face.

“We’re bringing back the tradition this year, thanks to Coriolanus here. He convinced the new dean.”

Coriolanus lowers his head in apparent humbleness.

“I just made a few good points and he couldn’t refuse me,” he shares. He turns to you, blue eyes sparkling.  “I’m pretty persuasive when I need to be.” A chill dances through you at his low, suggestive tone. 

To your relief, his attention switches to the rest of the table.

“It’s important to not let District scum ruin our way of life. Traditions must return.”

Livia smirks. “Spoken like a student body president.”

Coriolanus waves a dismissive hand but a hint of smugness lingers in his tone as he says, “Please, elections are only in a month.”

“And it’s obvious you’ll win,” Clemensia states.

He gives a light shrug.

“We shall see.”

Clemensia pivots to you.

“Ivy, Liv and I are on the Ball committee,” she preens, her face brightening. “You could join us if you want.”

You lick your lips. “I don’t know if I’d find the time with midterms coming up soon…”

Coriolanus’ fingertips graze your arm as he offers, “You should do it, angel. It’d be a good way to expand your social circle.”

“You mean her nonexistent circle,” Festus gibes.

The blond’s jaw clenches.

“Talk to her like that again and see what happens, Creed.”

Festus cowers, nervousness flickering on his face. He clears his throat.

“Sorry,” he says to you.

“It’s fine.”

Coriolanus’ fingers latch around your wrist as his steely gaze cuts into Festus.

“No, it’s not fine,” he articulates. 

Undisturbed by the altercation between the boys, Clemensia prattles on about the ball.

“We meet up every Saturday morning. We’re working on winter-themed decorations right now. It’ll be so fun. It takes forever to do though.” She looks at you with emphasis. “An extra set of hands would be really welcome.”

“Clemensia…”

“Call me Clemmie,” she interrupts. “All my friends do.”

Friends? You study her hand clasped around yours. The concept is a little foreign to you. You also ponder why someone like Clemensia, with her perfect silky mane and smooth, blemish-free face would want to befriend you. She is the girl everyone gravitates towards. Charismatic, smart and nice to boot. And you might as well be a fly on a wall, ignored on the best days.

You are so stunned that it takes a shamefully long time for the words to fall back on your tongue.

“Clemmie, I’m usually busy on Saturday.”

“Oh.” She deflates, her hold on your hand loosening. “I get it. Sorry I asked.”

The excitement on her face plummets. Immediately, you feel terrible. You’ve never missed a single Saturday of studying, using that time to break down your more complicated courses of the week. But Clemmie looks crestfallen.

Perhaps, this one time, you can adjust your plans a little. One Saturday won’t make a difference in the entire year.

“But…I can try to free up some time,” you offer.

She perks up with your response.

“Great. We’ll be expecting you then.”

Lunch then proceeds, the table resuming the lively debate they were having before you showed up. Festus maintains facts about his family’s role in the reconstruction after the war while Clemensia rolls her eyes. They go back and forth and you observe them, slightly fascinated by the exchange. It’s such a rare occurrence for you to be around others that you soak every bit of their interaction. You get the inkling this happens a lot between them, them ruffling each other’s feathers. Ivy and Livia get wrapped in their own secret conversation you don’t catch a single word of. Meanwhile, Coriolanus watches all of them, taking a bite of the food on his plate every once in a while. The way he eats is slow, nonchalant, almost like he couldn’t care less what’s on his plate. Even if he doesn’t interject at any point, he looks right at home at this table. Unlike you. You recline into silence, letting every minute fly by as you wait for lunch to be over. When it finally is, relief surges inside you. 

You mumble a quick goodbye and gather your things. Clemensia beams and waves at you while the others barely acknowledge your departure. 

You head for the hallways, trying not to allow your mind to linger on the strange, uncomfortable lunch. Still, your mind swirls. You curse yourself for every blunder and awkward moment. You told him you don’t belong, that you’re an outsider, and always will be. It’s painfully obvious. From the way you dress, talk, carry yourself, you have nothing in common with girls like Clemensia or Livia. There’s a vast chasm between you and them. He should have listened. It astounds you that you even let yourself get roped into joining Clemensia’s committee thing. Though perhaps that won’t be too much of a hassle. You’ll show up to keep your word, then sink back into your rigid study routine.

Coriolanus’ deep voice, a sound you’re now oddly familiar with, erupts behind you.

“Let me carry those for you,” he says, swiping the books in your arms before you can protest. He falls in pace with you, a gentle expression decorating his  handsome face.

You frown, the uncanny emptiness of your arms swelling your discomfort.

“You don’t have to-”

“I insist,” he interrupts, chuckling lightly when you try to reach for your books and he dodges you with ease. Your shoulders sag. Your strides hasten, an urgency limning your steps now. 

Coriolanus meets no issue with your escalating cadence. He easily keeps up with you, a subtle hint of mirth lurking in his cobalt gaze. 

“It wasn’t too much, was it?” he inquires. “I know they can be a lot but they’re all good people. I promise.”

A myriad of words weigh heavy on your tongue but you diplomatically swallow each, settling for a safe, innocuous remark.

“Clemmie was nice.”

The corners of the blond’s lips quirk skyward. 

“I told you she was.”

The statement hovers between the two of you for a while. Clemensia seems nice indeed. The rest of his friend group…perhaps a little less so. Possibly a bit more cutthroat and self-absorbed. Though you surmise it is a requirement to be a member of Panem’s elite.

No other word is traded between you and him as you make your way to the lecture hall. 

“This is me,” you announce.

You turn to Coriolanus, hands stretching towards your books. He makes no move to give them back. Your forehead creases.

He gives you a sluggish once-over before offering, “What if I drove you back home after your classes?”

You nibble your bottom lip, dismayed by his proposition. You’ve caught glimpses of his fancy new car, as you’re sure most have at the University. As heir apparent to the Plinth fortune, he gets to spend money as he likes. 

“I usually walk. It’s okay.” 

He gets a little closer. “Come on, angel. Just let me do something nice for you.”

You shrink until your back hits the wall, stunned when Coriolanus follows each of your steps.

“My last lecture is…Professor Bellweather tends to ramble,” you mumble, his proximity unnerving you. “I don’t…I don’t know when he’ll be done.”

He licks his lips.

“I’ll just wait for you, angel.”

He utters the words like it’s obvious. You gawk at him. It takes you a few minutes to retrieve your speech.

You scratch your arm, your frown accentuating.

“You really don’t have to. Like I said, walking home is fine.”

The gaze trained on your form sharpens.

“And I’m offering to take you home so you don’t have to exert yourself.” He bends over you, invading the already insufficient space between the two of you. “Has a friend never done something like that for you?”

“N-No,” you admit. 

His tone’s heavy with suggestion as he rasps, “So let me be your first then, angel.”

Your heart stumbles inside your chest. 

“I’m gonna be late for class,” you blurt out, attempting to brush past him. 

Coriolanus’ hand darts out, swiftly cinching around your wrist to stop you from leaving.

“I still don’t have an answer,” Coriolanus says.

You glance from his hand, tight around your wrist, to his determined gaze. Your throat goes dry.

“Okay, you can d-drive me back home.”

He releases your wrist and returns your books, a smile ghosting over his lips.

“Wonderful. I’ll come get you later, angel.”

Clutching your books against your chest, you watch him glide away.

As promised, Coriolanus is waiting for you when you exit from your last class. You don’t even think to hide your shock as you find the blond leaning against the wall. A smirk unfans on his lips, your reaction seeming to amuse him.

He doesn’t say much to you as you walk side by side and head to his car. When you’re outside, he surprises you by opening the passenger door for you before you can even lift a hand. 

“T-Thanks,” you stammer. You plop down on the plush seat. The leather smells new and expensive.

Your nerves thrum as he takes the driver’s seat and starts the car. You’ve never been alone in a car with a boy before. Uneasy, you let your eyes roam outside the window. The Capitol’s high buildings blur past you rapidly. 

You’re lost in your thoughts when you notice the prickling sensation over your flesh, The burning, unwavering weight of Coriolanus Snow’s scrutiny. 

Your head whirls.

Bashful words quake through your lips.

“Do I have something on my face?” Your hands reach to touch it, just in case.

He chuckles.

“No,” he replies, shrugging. “It’s a nice face that’s all.”

The casual compliment sends a wave of heat through your body. 

“Can you drive?” he asks, curiosity lighting his features.

You shake your head. Getting your license has never been a priority. Besides, it’s only a thirty minute walk to get to the University. You don’t mind it, often using that time to sneak in some reading.

“No.”

“I could drive you if you like,” he offers, his gaze holding yours. “Anywhere you want to go.”

Your cheeks warm. “I’m okay.”

Coriolanus nods, his focus shifting back to the road.

“You always say that…” He hums low in his throat. “I’m just not sure I believe it, angel.”

You’re so nervous the entire drive that you don’t even notice when he arrives at your house. You stare at him, mouth agape. You haven’t given him a single instruction on how to get there.

“You know where I live?”

As he opens the door for you, Coriolanus simply replies, “You told me earlier.”

Your brows furrow. You don’t remember telling him but his tone harbors no doubt. You rummage through your brain, seeking the moment. Nothing comes up and you grow confused. 

You blink up at him.

“I-I did?”

“Yes, you did, angel.” He snorts as if your line of questioning is beyond ludicrous. “How else would I know?” He slams the door of the car as you rise. “Besides…Dr. Gaul is my mentor. Of course, I know where she lives.”

You nod. That makes sense and it didn’t even occur to you.

“I…”

He cocks his head. “What?”

You fidget beneath his stare, discomfort flaring in the pit of your stomach. 

“Nothing. Thanks for driving me home.”

He flashes you a wide smile.

“My pleasure. See you soon, angel.”

He starts the car and drives away. You don’t feel quite at ease until his car’s gone from view, heading towards the Corso.

Walter zooms across the room as soon as you enter the large apartment. Your eyes wander about. As usual, the place is empty besides you and Walter. Mother rarely spends any time here nowadays, her work occupying all of her time. 

Walter rubs his furry head against your ankle, twirling around you as he meows. He then stands on his hind legs and starts gently raking his claws across your leg. A way for him to demand that you pet him. A small smile tugging your lips, you pick him up. The orange ball of fur purrs, curling against your chest as you carry him in your arms. You make your way to the kitchen and pour a mix of leftover meat and fish in his bowl. 

You set him down on the floor. His tail wiggles as he hops to his food.

You crouch next to him.

“You wouldn’t believe what happened today, Walter,” you say while giving gentle pets to his back. “I was invited to their table.” The orange cat pauses his eating to stare up at you blankly. “Yes. Theirs,” you repeat as if he could understand you. He gives a long meow before focusing on his bowl again. You sigh. “I know. I thought the same thing.”

Once Walter’s emptied his bowl, you pick him up again and make your way to the living room. 

You collapse on the couch.

“And then…Coriolanus Snow drove me home. Yes, the Coriolanus Snow. I didn’t even think he knew I existed.”

For a while, you remain on the couch, stroking Walter’s fur as he sits on your lap. His tail whips the air, his eyes closing as you pet him. His soft rumble of content reverberates against your belly, amplifying when your fingers drag behind his pointed white ears. You lean back, a blanket of peace settling over you. 

Walter’s not just a strange-looking cat, he’s also a rescue…from your mother’s experiments. A kitten mutt with mismatched eyes, one blue and one yellow, his mushed, wrinkled face gives him a passing resemblance to a rodent. Pets like him are a rarity in today’s world as most creatures such as him were eaten during the First Rebellion. 

Your mother finds him appalling. In her eyes, he is a failed experiment. Like you. Perhaps it’s why you have such kinship with the creature. You still recall her unsettling glance in your direction the day she asked the entire class of nine-year-olds at the Academy if they had pets they were sick of. She then proceeded to burn the flesh off a lab rat to demonstrate her pulsed energy laser.

This moment is burned into your mind forever, your mother’s clinical tone chilling your blood.

You stole Walter from the Citadel and took him home that same day.

You were careful to hide him, though you suspect your mother figured out what you did. She likely added it to her long list of disappointments when it comes to you.

Sometimes, you envy Walter. The simplicity his days hinge upon. His obliviousness to the woes of the world. His uncanny ability to sleep through the chaos of it, ignore the disarray. Walter’s world consists of food, play and cuddles. 

What a blissful existence. You bet Walter never had a vexing thought in his short life.

The train of your thoughts is interrupted by the shrill ringing of the phone.

You carefully remove Walter from your lap. He meows in protest and jumps off the couch. You pick up the phone, chest clenching as a familiar face fills the flickering screen.

“Mother,” you greet. “How are you?”

She ignores your question, curtly stating, “You’re falling behind in Molecular Cell Biology.”

You know that tone all too well, the warning laced within it so achingly familiar.

Your fingers twist around the phone cord, your voice becoming small.

“I’ll get my grades up, I promise.”

Silence hovers between you and your mother for a while. Faint hope sparks within you. Perking up, you decide to tell her about your day.

“Oh, mother, today-”

“I must go,” she interrupts. “It’s time for my milk and cookies.”

Your spirits plummet. You nudge a hollow smile onto your face.

“Right. I didn’t realize,” you say, checking the clock hanging on the wall. “I’m sorry.”

She heaves out a deep sigh, her lone blue eye narrowing.

“Focus on your studies. And try not to be even more of an embarrassment to me than you already are.”

“Y-Yes, mother,” you reply, your heart shriveling inside your chest.

As she hangs up, you feel silly and horrible. Silly for trying to strike up a normal conversation with your mother. And horrible for letting her down once more.

“You came!” Clemensia exclaims as she rushes to you. You try not to tense as she gives you a tight hug. Ivy and Livia linger in the background, their eyes lifting from the crafts’ table. 

You wave at them and are surprised when Ivy wiggles her fingers at you. Livia is more withdrawn, nodding to acknowledge your presence but quickly returning to her task.

You step out of Clemensia’s embrace and flash a quick smile.

“Well I promised you that I would,” you reply nonchalantly. You take a look around the room. Various decorations and posters are propped against the walls, while snowflakes cut-outs and what looks like moon dust are scattered on the table. It seems the girls have been busy.

You turn to Clemensia. “What’s the theme again?” 

Ivy surprises you by answering cheerfully, “Well, it’ll be like a Winter daydream and we were thinking of making it a masquerade.”

Excitement sways in Clemensia’s bright eyes. “What do you think?”

“Sounds nice.” Your trite answer draws every gaze in the room to you. Awkwardly bouncing on your feet, you correct yourself, beaming at Clemensia. “I meant amazing.”

“I think so too,” she chimes.

She shows you the empty chair next to hers. The both of you sit down and she starts rambling about the theme and all the ideas she has to decorate the ballroom. You grow dizzy with all the information, trying to follow along her instructions at the same time. 

“We’ll need to find you a date,” Clemensia says. 

You shake the can of blue paint before spraying over the tree cut-out.

“It’s okay. I probably won’t be going anyway,” you respond absently. 

The pencil in Livia’s hand snaps. Your head rises. The blonde’s gaping at you. You then realize…the same look of disbelief is etched on all the girls’ features. A frown mars your brow. Did you say something wrong? You didn’t realize this was such an important event. 

A nervous laugh peals off Clemensia’s red-painted lips.

“No, but you have to,” she says, “It’s the first Yuletide Ball in over a decade. Everyone will be there.”

You shrug. “It’s four months away, Clemmie.”

Her onyx gaze shimmers.

“Well, a lot can happen in four months,” she sings, a mysterious smile spreading onto her lips.

[sachiko6243]

Daddy's girl

Summary: Carlisle just taking care of his little girl, while they are chaperoning a school trip

This is part of a story I write on Wattpad, as I am conviced this man needs more attention. Its called "Save Haven - Carlise Cullen". Feel free to hop over, my account name is in my description. 🥰

Word count: 3667

Warnings: period sex, daddy kink (sorry, it got the best of me 😏), praise kink, description of blood, general warning for the vampire daddy himself

Minors DNI! This contains adult content

It had been a draining day. Misses Harrison insisted on going the whole hike she planned out even though it was raining all morning. When we came back, I was drenched to the bones, shaking like a dry leave in the wind. And to all abundance, my period decided to come a few days early. So, I was fighting the whole hike against the cold, while my stomach tried to kill me. Back in the cabin, I let Bella hop into the shower first, because she looked even worse than I did. The Cullens were finished with changing their clothes so fast, I didn’t even realize they left.

When it was my turn, I pealed myself out of the wet clothes, groaning at the pain shooting through me. All I wanted was to crawl in my bed and forget the world even existed. Luckily, Carlisle was able to talk Misses Harrison out of her collective plan for the evening, convincing her smaller house groups could would be easier to be kept entertained during the shitty weather. After a hot shower I changed into fresh clothes, wrapping my up in one of Carlisles sweaters I stole from him for the trip. I looked like I drowned inside his way to big clothes, but right now I only cared about them being exceptionally warm.

Leaving the room, I ran into the Cullen kids and Bella sitting on the sofa. Jasper tensing up as soon as I stepped into the living room. He had been avoiding me like the plague all day, and it wasn’t until now, that it hit me. My period. He could smell my blood. “We all can.” Edward answered. “Good luck with Carlisle though.” He chuckled turning back to play with Bellas hair who was in a deep conversation with Alice. I scrunched my nose at his mysterious words, but shrugged it off, entering Carlisle and my bedroom.

As soon as I entered, I understood, what Edward meant. Carlisle was sitting on his bed and when his eyes landed on mine, he let out a low growl. His nostrils flaring, while his body tensed up. Instinctively, I stepped towards him: “Whats wrong, honey?” But he raised his hand, stopping me from approaching any further: “Don’t come any closer. Your smell… I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Is it because I am on my period?�� I asked, stepping back towards the door. He groaned at my words, leaning back on the bed. “Yes. I thought I could handle it, but its worse than I’d like to admit.”

“But you are not affected by human blood.” I said, not fully understanding what he meant.

“That’s not entirely true. Other humans blood doesn’t affect me. Yours on the other hand is another story. Like Bella to Edward you are my singer. The one human whos blood is more appealing than normal. And if I wouldn’t be abstinent for such a long time…” He let the end of his sentence hang in the air.

Sucking in a deep breath, I grasped for the door handle: “I will leave you alone then. I don’t want to overwhelm you.” But I wasn’t even able to fully open the door, when he was behind me, shutting the door with such force, I was surprise he didn’t break it. “No!” He growled. “Not when Jasper is around. Not when you smell this good.” His hands were on each side of my head, caging me in between the door and his tall frame. My heart beat so fast in my chest, that my head started to spin. Carlisle dipped down his head, starting to kiss my neck up and down, growling deeply the whole time. Him being this close made me tense up, but he didn’t seem to notice, grabbing me by my waist, pushing me into the corner of the room. I tried to force him back, but he didn’t even react to my hands pushing him away.

“Carlisle stop.” I whispered, my voice shaky and fearful. He didn’t listen, so I tried again: “Carlisle, you scare me.” Those words seemed to snap him out of his frenzy, because as soon as I said it, he jumped back, cowering in the opposite corner of the room. “Aubrey, I am sorry. So sorry. Please forgive me. I couldn’t…” He stopped, looking away from me. My eyes went soft, as soon as I saw how much he struggled with it. “Don’t worry, Carlisle. I trust you.” My words didn’t seem to help him one bit. Raging up he looked at me with angry eyes. “No, Aubrey. I could have easily killed you, or gone against your wishes. You don’t understand. I am a monster!”

“But you didn’t.” I answered calmly. “You stopped when I asked you to. Don’t be so hard on yourself. Everyone makes mistakes…”

“Yeah, but mine get you killed. I should leave.” He got up from his crouched position, but I moved in front of the door, blocking him from leaving. “Get out of the way, Aubrey.” He growled, but I shook my head. “I am not going anywhere. You either tell me how I can help you, or I am not moving.”

Carlisle squinted his eyes. “I could easily move you out of the way.”

“Then do it.” I challenged him, tilting up my chin. “Move me out of the way. Show me what a coldhearted monster you are, that doesn’t care for my feelings.”

He roared in anger and it took everything in me not to run away from him. Because right now he really did look like a vampire. The way his black eyes hungrily scanned me, his whole body shaking in anger and frustration. The way he clenched his jaw to fight for control. But he didn’t touch me, or force me away from the door. One last deep growl later he sank down on his bed, collapsing in himself.

I took that as my cue to sit down next to him, grabbing his hand and leading it to my face. “I love you, Carlisle. Much more than I can tell you. Please tell me, how I can help you.” He took a deep breath, the expression on his face growing softer. “There is not much you can do. I just wasn’t prepared for you to get your period. I expected it when we where back home so you in this small room, smelling so appealing… It just got the best of me.”

“So, you don’t want to kill me anymore?” I joked, tilting my head in his hand. He chuckled, softly caressing my cheek. “Not more than usual.” Suddenly he maneuvered me on the bed, until he was leaning on top of me. “You do however look very cute, wearing my clothes.”

I could feel the tension in the room suddenly shift from strained to sexual.

Carlisle had me now pinned underneath him, planting soft little kisses on my neck and face. “Just cute?” I asked, audibly out of breath by his actions. He hummed into my ear. “Actually no. You look fucking ravishing.” It was a rare occurrence for him to cuss, but whenever he did, he used it in the most sensual way possible. “I wanna fuck you.” His statement caught me off guard, making me stutter in surprise: “I am on my period. And you nearly lost it minutes ago.”

Nestling with my sweatpants and my hoodie, he grinned down at me. “Sex has been proven to help with the cramping and the pain.” I didn’t resist him taking off my clothes, relishing in this intimate and dirty moment he was creating. “So, this is for pure medical reasons?”

“Purely.” He whispered against my ear, causing goosebumps to erupt over my whole body. Before I could even blink, he vanished from the room and was back, before the door fully swung open. A big towel in his hand. Lifting me up with one arm, he planted the towel underneath me, setting me back down again. Then he shuffled down until his head was between my legs.

“What are you doing?” I shrieked away, but he just kept my legs open, a wicked smile starting to spread onto his face. I knew what he was about to do, but I was still caught by surprise, when he tugged on the string of my tampon, effectively pulling it out. Carelessly he wrapped it inside a paper towel, disregarding it on the floor. “Carlisle!” I yelped out, but the rest of my complaint got stuck in my throat, as soon as he dipped his head down. A deep moan rumbling through my body, as soon as he licked one long stripe over my pussy.

My fingers found their way to his hair, pulling on the roots. His deep sensual growl answering my desperate needs. I could feel myself growing wetter instantly. Welcoming his cold fingers into my warmth. His touch was as light as a feather, having me on the edge of madness in seconds. “Carlisle.” I breathed out, unable to focus on anything else than the man between my legs. Pulled into the depths of his black eyes.

He was fingerfucking me slowly to the rhythm his tongue danced on my clit. “Please don’t stop.” I cried out, not caring on who was going to hear me. The smirk that started forming on his face was breathtaking. Full of confidence and arrogance. Something I rarely saw on him. “Never.” Was all he answered, slowly adding another finger. It was ridiculous how fast he was able to find that sweet spot deep inside of me. Fingers feeling so good, I couldn’t stop the moans spilling through the room.

“You taste so good.” He groaned, raising his head to properly look at me. His chin and mouth were covered in a mix of my slick and blood, making me gasp out in embarrassment. He looked so dangerous and appealing at the same time it was impossible for me to stay sane. Watching intently how tiny droplets of blood ran down his chin, dripping from his fangs. It was a dance on razors edge, having him taste my blood while simultaneously fingering to my orgasm, but I didn’t care. Mesmerized by the way his eyes were flickering between lust and hunger. Between the desire to fuck and kill me. And me being absolutely turned on by it was something I never imagined to happen.

Carlisles smile just grew wicked, when he realized how his appearance affected me. Wiping the blood off with his fingers licking them clean in the most sexual way I could imagine, he looked me deep in the eyes. “You like that, do you?” He asked. Unable to answer as I felt a third finger thrust against my core, I moaned in pleasure. “Answer me, love, or I will stop.”

“Yes.” Was all I was able to press out, is name now falling of my lips like a sweet prayer, not that there was anything holy left in this room, but I couldn’t care less.

As if he sensed the coil in my stomach growing tighter, he placed his other hand on my mouth, muffling my moans. “Careful, love. You were the one who didn’t want things to be official yet, remember?” And right as he said it, I could hear two of the female teachers pass our window, chatting about something. Luckily the curtains had been closed all day, because if it would have been otherwise, they would have seen the predicable scene I was caught in.

Dipping down again, his fingers and tongue kept working me relentlessly, finally pushing me over the edge. I lunged forward, as much as I could against his strong frame. My orgasm hitting me like a strong wave, pulling me deeper into the ocean. I let out a muffled cry, shaking uncontrollably in his arms. But Carlisle wasn’t finished with me. Coming up with his head, he licked my remains from his lips, wiping the rest of it on his shirt. His hand still playing with my pussy, he pinned me down against the mattress, kissing me hungrily. He tasted like a mix of my slick, blood and his overwhelming scent, turning my bones into a puddle in his hands. I attempted to catch my breath, which was hard, when Carlisle definitely wasn’t set on showing any mercy. Processing what just happened, I clung to his body.

Carlisle Cullen may be the calm collected gentleman for everyone else, but in the bedroom, he was as filthy as one can get. The difference only I got to see, making me melt into his arms even more.

His hands were roaming over my body, making me squirm under his cold touch. I felt the heat rise in my core again, my body calling out for him. “Please…” I whimpered, hooking my legs around his waist, pulling him in. “So needy.” He mused, kissing his way down to my breasts. Him taking a hard nipple in his mouth, had me jolt in blissful pleasure. Desperately for more, I tugged on the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head. He understood what I wanted, standing up from the bed in one smooth motion. Then he was back on me again, his cold skin pressing against my hot body.

I could feel his hard cock rubbing against my core, twitching in anticipation. He guided his hard member into me, easing his way in slowly, but I was tighter than usual, another wave of cramps hitting me right when he entered me. I knew he could feel it, by the way he cursed under his breath. He stopped mid movement, jaw clenched, but his eyes showing me how much he cared for me. Waiting for me to give my okay. After a while I nodded, allowing him to fully bottom me out and when he did something between a moan and a painful hiss left my mouth.

“I am sorry, love.” He apologized, pulling back, but I kept him in place with my hands on my shoulder. “Its not you. I am cramping.” I let out, tensing up at the sudden pain shooting through me. “Just be careful.”

“Always.” Carlisle started to move slowly, distracting me from any pain with kissing me until my head spun. It didn’t take long for him to have me mewling his name again, eyes rolling back in my head. I held onto his shoulders, my legs wrapping around his waist giving him a better angle to fuck me.

He set a deep slow pace full on set to pleasure me as much and long as possible. I could feel how my walls started to accommodate him more, his cock soothing the cramps with every move. I hummed in pleasure, sinking into the pillows even more. “You feel so good. ‘S so good.” I mewled, not really caring how audible my words were. But his vampire hearing still enabling him to understand me.

“Let go, love. I got you. You are safe.” His words were water on a hot stone, instantly dissolving into steam clouding my mind. My limps were tingling, the knot in my stomach growing bigger and bigger every second, my brain completely short circuited, purely filled with his presence and the feeling of his delicate fingers, playing with my breast.

I barely processed, how he hovered over me, his full bodyweight supported with his left elbow, lips kissing every inch of my body. I was in heaven right now fucked by a literal god. And maybe him completely having me cock drunk in seconds was what got me to let out the most guttural moan I ever produced: “Daddy.”

It took me a few seconds to comprehend what just happened, but as soon as the realization fought its way through my fogged brain, I clasped a hand in front of my mouth. But Carlisle didn’t seem to mind my slip up one bit. Quite the opposite. He let out a low growl, nudging me with his nose. “That’s what I am to you? Your daddy? Fucking you so good you stop thinking properly, hm?” I just blankly stared at him, caught totally off guard by his shamelessness. “Is that what you want from me? Be my little girl, I take care off?” Shifting his weight, so he was now hovering over me with both arms pushing him upwards, he was now towering over me, his thrusts not even faltering one second. “Say it again, baby girl. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

“Daddy.” I moaned again, when he hit a particularly deep spot inside of me, pushing all the air out of my lungs. He smiled at me, leaning back on his ankles, while simultaneously raising my hips to fuck me deeper into the mattress. “Such a good little girl, you are. Taking your daddy so well.” He praised me, not letting go of my eyes. “Keep your eyes open. I wanna see you, when you make a mess on my cock. Oh, and what a mess you will make.”

I ripped my eyes open again, not being able to resist the soft English drawl he let slip in that moment. I could feel how the knot in my stomach was about to pop, threatening to throw me into the ocean of pleasure. And by the way he smiled down on me, he knew. Knew from the way I shivered in his hands, twitching uncontrollably around his cock. “Go on. Don’t be afraid, my love. I wanna see those beautiful eyes roll back in your head, when you come. Wanna feel how good I fuck you.” He spurred me on, smiling cockily.

And as on cue, I came.

Hard.

Back arching from the bed, my eyes rolling back inside my head. My whole body shivering in pure bliss from my orgasm, lips hanging open in a silent scream. I never came so hard and fast. The difference between the still sensual deep pace he thrusted into me and the rough filthy things he said to me, making my head spin in confusion. But Carlisle was not finished praising me: “That’s it. Ride it out, love. You are doing so good. Looking so beautiful like this.” I could feel myself leak on his lap, causing his cock to now draw even more lush noises from my pussy.

“Carlisle!” I cried out, now in complete subspace. “I need more. Please, daddy.”

“More from what?” He teased, not once faltering in his moves, driving me up the wall. “Use your words, little girl. Tell me what exactly it is that you want from me.”

“Harder, daddy. I need it harder. Need to feel you, please.” I begged, hands reaching out for him, trying to pull him down, but he resisted and I could hear the smugness in his words: “You already feel me, love.”

I cried out in desperation. “More. Need to feel you everywhere, daddy.” Finally, Carlisle gave in to my pleading, but different than what I expected. He pulled back from me, causing me to whine at the sudden loss of contact, but he shushed me quickly. “Shh, its alright, baby girl.” Manhandling me onto my stomach he hiked up one leg, settling between my thighs once again. And as he entered this time, he pressed me down with his full body. Effectively caging me in between his hard frame and the soft mattress.

“Yes.” I whimpered, feeling him thrusting much deeper into me than before. “Don’t stop. You’re making me feel so good, daddy. So safe. Thank you.”

“Always, love. Everything for you.” He growled in my ear and I could hear this whole situation didn’t let him be as unaffected as he firstly led on. The way he was now going harder, pinning my hands down with his strong fingers showed me how much it strained on his self control.

“Its okey, you can let go.” I mewled, arching my back to take him in a deeper angle, but he just groaned. “No. I am not finished with you yet.” The pure determination and possessiveness in his voice striking my once again. I moaned his name, calling out for him, earning a soft bite on my shoulder. “Such a good little girl. Taking me so well.” Sneaking a hand around my hip, he pressed two fingers on my clit, sloppily rubbing circles on it. “I wanna cum with you. Feel you around my cock, when I breed you. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes, daddy.” I cried out, muffling my voice in the pillows. Goosebumps started to spread all over my body, a hot fire burning deep in my core once again. I clenched around his cock, eagerly wanting to milk him, feel his seed fill me up. Even though I knew I couldn’t get pregnant, the though of him breeding me whenever he liked, set things inside of me free, that I didn’t know I had.

A second shiver ran down my spine, spurring him on to fuck me even harder. His fingers were now moving faster, more demanding to give me a third orgasm. I started to shake uncontrollably, an indication for him, I was close. “I got you. Cum for me, love.” Was all he needed to say, to push me over the edge a last time. I came, a shivering mess underneath him. Clamping down on his cock, a muffled cry on my lips.

“Good girl.” He growled and I could feel him twitch inside of me, shooting his cold seed deep into my core. Riding out our orgasm he littered my back with kisses, leaving hot bitemarks behind, careful not to make them too visible. I gasped for air, blindly bucking against his frame, signaling it was getting to much for me. Instantly he, pulled out of me, starting to cuddle me, until his coldness made me shiver.

“Lets get you cleaned up, love and ready for bed.”

[crownofgildedlilies]

snow

pairing: t. todoroki x reader summary: Touya can’t stand the cold, but he’s more stubborn than he’d ever admit.  wc: 1.4k event masterlist

There were a few downsides to being a wanted villain. 

First, and most obvious, was the constant paranoia of being found out and brought in for questioning. There was the pain of being ostracized from polite society—not that you ever belonged there, anyways. Daily tasks were nearly impossible to complete without committing some crime. 

Maybe you never should have joined the League. You just wanted to go outside for a little bit. 

“Don’t,”

“I wasn’t even doing anything,” You huffed, glaring across the dingy hideout you were left in with Dabi. Touya. He’d confided in you one night his true name, threatening to burn you to ash if you ever told anyone, and you’d kept your mouth shut about it. Especially when you’d traded one of your secrets to him that night, too. 

I think if I could love, I’d be in love with you, you had told him. Surprisingly, the sentiment had been returned, and you’d entered some sort of relationship limbo with him. Not exactly dating, but far more than just friends. 

“You were thinking something stupid.” He accused, and you narrowed your eyes at him, only to be met with a flat look. He was sprawled across the hideout’s dingy couch, checking something on his phone while you perched in the windowsill and overlooked the city outside. 

“No, I wasn’t.” You defended, pouting as you turned your back to him. You swear, you weren’t. You were just studying the outside world, watching as the first snowfall of the season cascaded over the city. Snowflakes that weren’t quite sticking to the sidewalk fell gently through the air and you felt a longing in your bones to be out there, experiencing it. You’d been stuck inside after a job gone wrong for weeks, and you were itching for some time to enjoy the changing of the seasons. 

You were a villain, not a monster, after all. 

“I’m going for a walk.” You decided, pushing yourself off the windowsill with ease. You had barely touched the group before Touya was scoffing, dropping his phone onto the couch beside him. 

“The hell you are.” He countered, causing you to roll your eyes. His tone didn’t give away much, but the fact that he responded at all was evidence enough that he had an opinion on the matter. Twice had joked once that Touya would only save you if pros ever raided—then disagreed with himself—but you had laughed him off and claimed that Dabi didn’t care about you either way.

And then an hour later, Touya stole you away to his room in the headquarters to show you just how little he cared about you. 

“Yeah, I am.” You disagreed with a careless shrug, if only to agitate him with your nonchalance. Wandering towards the door, you felt his eyes trailing your figure the entire way. “Wanna come with me?”

“No.” His answer was quick, but you saw how he sat up on the couch to watch you dress in your coat and scarf. You made sure to grab one that had a hood to cover your hair—being a wanted villain, and all. “Why do you even want to go?”

“It’s snowing.” You said casually, as if it answered all his questions. He looked at you like you had three heads and he didn’t understand what was so appealing about the snow. Sighing, you turned with your hand on the doorknob to turn and face him. “It’s the first time it’s snowed all season and I want to enjoy it instead of being cooped up in here. I’m bored, Touya.”

He frowned, and if you squinted you could have convinced yourself it looked like a pout. 

“You’ll get cold.” 

“Hm,” You pretended to think about it, dramatically scrunching up your face and tapping a finger on your chin. “If only I knew someone with a naturally high body temperature that I asked to come with me and help keep me warm. Oh wait.”

“Shut up.” He grumbled, not moving from his spot on the couch. There was no real heat in his words, just an empty threat you knew he had no plans on backing up. 

“So that’s a no?” You hummed, opening the door in preparation for your departure, whether or not he was coming with you. 

“What do you think?” His voice was dry, edged with his usual rasp. You were a little annoyed by his dismissal, but you could tell by the way he was tapping his finger against the arm of the couch he wouldn’t be sitting still for long. “I don’t want to.” 

“Fine. I’ll see you later.” You blew a dramatic kiss in his direction just to tease him, watching him roll his eyes and scowl before you shut the door in his face. 

The start of your walk was peaceful, but it only took you about five minutes to notice it. You knew it was coming no matter what, but you kept your attention forward and tried to smother your smug grin. The snow continued to fall around you, sticking to the sleeve of your jacket and your eyelashes. 

It was nice to be alone in the real world for a while, watching as the first snow of the season fell.

But after a while, you figured you’d put him out of his misery. 

Ducking down an alleyway and away from prying eyes, you went far enough that no reasonable person would be able to see you. You stopped after a while and spun back around towards the entrance of the alleyway. Smirking, you dug your hands deep in your pockets and waited expectantly. 

“You know, you can come out. I won’t say anything.” You called into the seemingly empty air. Biting the inside of your cheek, you waited patiently. 

At first, it seemed like you were only talking to yourself, but you knew better. Seconds ticked by as snow continued to fall over you, though less fast now that you stood in the mostly protected alleyway. But finally, a head of dark hair poked out from one of the recesses you knew he’d been hiding in. 

“Somebody had to make sure you didn’t run into trouble.” He explained with a growl, acting uninterested as he closed the distance between the two of you. You shrug one shoulder, stepping close enough to tug on the front of his coat to bring him even closer. His staples glinted in the sunlight as he kept his composure, so you decided you needed to tease him, just a little. 

“I think trouble was following me this whole time.” You murmured, smirking. He rolled his eyes at your joke, but his reaction only made you more determined to rile him up. 

“Shut up.”

“Warm me up?” Cooing, you batted your eyes at him. You distantly wondered how long you could keep up the teasing before he snapped and got you back. Part of you was waiting for the moment that he would—Touya was nothing if not dramatic. 

“Let’s go back. It’s not my job to warm you up.” He took half a step back towards the entrance to the alleyway, and with your hands still knotted in the front of his jacket, you moved with him. 

“Aw, you do care.” Though you were taunting him, you knew there was a certain amount of truth to your words. Obviously he cared about you, in his own crazy, Touya way. If he didn’t he wouldn’t have followed you out on your walk.

“You’re insane.” He frowned at you, but the words felt almost like a compliment, coming from him. 

“Yeah, but so are you.” You shrugged, brushing a snowflake from his hair. He scowled at you, unamused, and you had half a mind to kiss him. Smirking, you continued your teasing. “That’s why we get along so well.”

“I’m leaving.” He turned and left, his jacket falling through your finger tips and robbing you of his excessive body heat.

“Wait for me,” You whined, hurrying to catch up to him with a roll of your eyes. You’d get him to break and fall for your taunting charm.

“No,”

“You know you’re going to, anyways.” Teasing, your words were sing-songy and cheerful, a complete opposite to Touya’s gruff demeanor. He didn’t turn around, but you did notice how he slowed his pace to allow you to catch up. 

“Are you coming or not?”

heyyy yall....

lowkey feel like I could go further w this

like the possibility was there

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[estellesdoll]

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summary: Chris’s concern for Y/N’s ice skating bruises leads to a loving exchange and a sweet kiss, showing just how much they mean to each other.

pairing: bsf!chris x fem!reader

warnings: fluff, suggestive

word count: 2.6k

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NAVIGATION

Chris, Matt, and a few of our friends were all gathered in my living room, the air filled with laughter and the occasional burst of excitement as they played video games on my flat screen.

While they were completely engrossed in the game, I found myself more of an observer than an active participant.

I never really got into video games; they just didn’t hold the same appeal for me as they did for the others. But that only seemed to fuel Chris’s determination.

He loved trying to teach me how to play, insisting that I would get the hang of it if I just gave it a chance.

Time and time again, though, our attempts ended in me fumbling with the controls or misunderstanding the game’s objectives.

It became almost a running joke among us—my complete inability to master any of the games they loved. Yet, Chris never got frustrated.

If anything, my failures only made him more persistent, his enthusiasm never waning as he continued to patiently guide me through each level, always convinced that next time would be different.

"Chris... I just don't get it. What am I doing wrong? I can't even move my character around!" I exclaimed in frustration, my voice edged with exasperation as I stared at the screen, trying to make sense of the controls. My fingers hovered uncertainly over the keys, each one a mystery that I couldn't quite unravel. No matter how many times I tried, the movements of my character in the game seemed to have a mind of their own, completely out of sync with what I was trying to do.

But while video games didn’t catch my interest, I had a passion for something else entirely.

I preferred activities that got me out of the house and moving, connecting with the real world in a tangible way.

Sports, in particular, were what I loved most. Among them, ice skating was where my heart truly lay. There was something almost magical about stepping onto the ice, feeling the cold air on my face as I glided across the rink.

Even though it wasn’t always smooth sailing—many times I’d come home with some pretty harsh bruises from falls—I never let that stop me. Those bruises were just a part of the experience, a small price to pay for the sense of freedom and peace that skating gave me.

Ice skating wasn’t just a hobby; it was my escape. Every time I laced up my skates and stepped onto the ice, it felt like all the stress, worries, and negative thoughts from my day melted away.

For that hour and a half, nothing else mattered. The world outside the rink disappeared, and it was just me, the ice, and the rhythm of my movements. It was a time when I could focus entirely on myself, letting the worries of the real world slip into the background. That sense of calm, the feeling of being completely present in the moment, was something I treasured.

Skating showed me a new path, one where I could let go of everything weighing me down, even if it was just for a little while. It wasn’t just about the physical exercise; it was about finding peace within myself, something I desperately needed.

My friend Elise nudged me gently, pulling me out of my thoughts. "Hey, where’d you go?" she asked, her voice curious as she noticed I had been zoning out.

"I’m just going to head to my bedroom real quick," I replied with a smile. "I’ll be back in a minute. Do you want me to grab some refreshments while I’m at it?"

Elise’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. "Oh gosh, yes! It’s getting really hot in here," she said, fanning herself dramatically to emphasize her point. I chuckled softly, feeling the heat in the room myself.

"I thought I was the only one who noticed," I said, sharing a knowing look with her.As I stood up, I couldn’t help but think about how much I loved the cold, one of the many reasons ice skating was such a passion of mine.

There was something about the cool, crisp air on the rink that I found irresistible. I loved the way it chilled my skin, the way it made everything feel sharp and clear. I wasn’t a fan of the heat; in fact, I could barely stand it. The warmth always made me uncomfortable, almost suffocated.

Even at night, I couldn’t sleep if it was too warm—I’d toss and turn, longing for the coolness that seemed so elusive in the summer months.

As these thoughts danced through my mind, I glanced over at Chris, a soft smile tugging at my lips as I watched him, completely engrossed in his game. He was so captivated, his eyes glued to the screen, fingers deftly moving across the controller.

There was something endearing about how focused he got, how the rest of the world seemed to fade away when he was playing. It was one of those little things I loved about him—the way he could lose himself in something so completely.

I smiled to myself, feeling a quiet warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the heat in the room. It was just Chris, being Chris.

I made my way to my bedroom, pushing the door behind me, thinking I had closed it fully. The room was a sanctuary, quiet and calm, a stark contrast to the lively energy outside.

Without thinking, I went straight to the closet, my fingers automatically reaching for one of Chris’s hoodies. The soft fabric felt familiar and comforting between my fingers, bringing a sense of ease just by holding it.

I grabbed a pair of leggings too, laying both items neatly on the bed, preparing to change into something more comfortable.As I began to undress, peeling off the clothes I’d been wearing all day, I suddenly winced.

A sharp, unexpected pain flared up as the fabric brushed against certain spots on my skin. The sensation made me suck in a breath, my hand instinctively moving to the sore areas.

It was then that I remembered the bruises, the ones I had stubbornly tried to ignore. Curiosity and concern mixed in my mind, urging me to check how bad they really were.

I stepped over to the mirror, standing in front of it in just my bra and panties. The cool air of the room brushed against my bare skin, contrasting sharply with the tender spots where the bruises had formed.

I looked at my reflection, turning slightly to inspect the damage. My fingers lightly traced over the discolored areas, wincing as I pressed too hard on one particularly dark bruise. The purplish marks stood out starkly against my skin, a painful reminder of the falls and impacts I had endured on the ice.

As I stood there, examining my body, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of frustration mixed with a strange sense of acceptance.

The bruises were just part of the price I paid for doing what I loved, but they still hurt, both physically and emotionally.

I sighed softly, my eyes lingering on the marks for a moment longer before I turned away from the mirror.

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CHRIS

"That was awesome! Great game, dude!" I laughed, still high from the match. Matt gave me a congratulatory slap on the back. As the excitement in the room began to die down, I noticed Y/N was missing.

My smile faded as I looked around, realizing she hadn’t come back yet. I turned to the girls on the couch. "Hey, where’s Y/N?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Elise looked up and smiled. "She went to her room for a bit. She said she’d bring some drinks back."I nodded but felt a bit uneasy.

It wasn’t like Y/N to just disappear without a word. I decided to check on her. "I’m going to see what Y/N’s up to," I said, heading toward her room.

Matt looked over, curious. "Where are you going?""Just checking on Y/N," I said with a quick smile. "She might need some help with the drinks."

As I walked to her room, I felt a growing curiosity about what she was doing. It wasn’t like her to just slip away, and I wanted to see if she was okay. The thought of spending a quiet moment with her made me smile. I approached her door, eager to find out what she was up to.

But as I approached her bedroom door, I noticed it was slightly ajar. I knew that peeking inside without knocking wasn'texactly right, but when I heard her quietly curse under her breath, my curiosity got the better of me.

I carefully moved in front of the door, opening it just a bit more, enough to see inside without revealing myself. Any guilt I felt about sneaking a look vanished the moment I caught sight of her.

She was nearly undressed, standing in front of the mirror, and the way her body flowed into all the right curves left me breathless. She looked absolutely stunning and I couldn't tear my eyes away from her.

But then, as my gaze traveled over her, I noticed something that made my stomach tighten with anger-dark purple bruises marring her skin. I watched as she gently traced her fingertips over them, wincing slightly at the pain.

My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of desire and rising anger swirling inside me. What the hell happened to her? And who could have done this? The sight of those bruises stirred something fierce in me, a protective instinct I couldn't ignore.

I knocked on the door, then quickly stepped back, putting some distance between myself and the doorway.

"One moment!" she called out, her voice slightly breathless. I could hear the faint sound of clothes rustling inside the room, and after what felt like a long minute, the door finally opened.

She reappeared in front of me, a little out of breath, her cheeks flushed.

"Hi, Chris. Do you need anything?" she asked, her voice carrying a hint of surprise, as if she hadn’t expected to see me.

"Nothing, really," I replied, trying to sound casual. "I was just wondering where you went."

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Y/N

As the night grew late, people began to say their goodbyes and head out. I walked them to the door, exchanging hugs and thanking them for coming.

When the last of our friends had left, I turned to Matt and Chris with a smile.

"Would you guys like to stay over? I can get the guest room ready for you," I offered, already thinking about the bedding and pillows I’d need to set up.

Matt quickly shook his head. "Oh, we don’t want to be a bother," he said, sounding a little hesitant.

"Nonsense!" I replied with a wave of my hand. "You’re not bothering me at all. I’ll have it ready in just a few minutes."

Chris caught my eye, a bright excitement lighting up his expression. "Sleepover!" he shouted, his voice full of enthusiasm as he nodded eagerly.

The rest of the night passed in a blur of fun and laughter. We ended up watching a couple of episodes of a show and squeezed in some more gaming before we all started to wind down.

When it was finally time to call it a night, I showed them to the guest room, handing them spare toothbrushes and towels. After making sure they had everything they needed, I headed to my own room, feeling the exhaustion of the day catch up with me.

I took a quick shower, letting the warm water relax my muscles, before slipping into bed, ready to let sleep take over.

Just as I was about to fall asleep, there was a soft knock on my door—the second one today. I cleared my throat, my voice still a little raspy as I called out, "Yeah, come in."

Chris slipped into the room, closing the door gently behind him. He looked a bit nervous, which made me sit up a little.

"Hi, Chrissy. How’s my favorite boy doing?" I asked with a tired smile. He chuckled softly and moved closer, sitting on the edge of my bed.

"I’m good. Matt’s already passed out," he said with a grin, but his expression quickly turned more serious. "But, Y/N... are you really okay?" I frowned a bit, confused by the concern in his voice.

"Yeah, I’m fine. Why? Are you alright? Having trouble sleeping?"

"It’s not that," he replied, hesitating. "I’m just... really worried about you, but I didn’t know how to say it without sounding weird."

"Chris, you can tell me anything. You know that, right?" I said, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze. He looked at me, clearly struggling to find the right words, but finally took a deep breath. "When you went to change earlier... your door was open a bit, and I... I saw you."

I felt a warm blush creep up my cheeks as I processed what he was saying. I wasn’t sure how to respond, and the silence hung between us until he continued.

"And I saw the bruises, Y/N. Those really bad ones," he added, his voice filled with concern. I groaned, embarrassed, and quickly covered my face with my hands.

"Hey, don’t hide from me," he said gently, pulling my hands away. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You look incredible. I just... I’m worried. What happened? How did you get those bruises?" Chris kicked off his shoes and moved closer on the bed, his expression softening as he waited for my answer.

I met his eyes, knowing I couldn’t just brush him off. "It’s from ice skating," I admitted, feeling a bit awkward. "I was trying out some new moves, and... well, this happened."

He looked at me, surprised. "But I thought you quit skating last year?" I sighed.

"I didn’t really quit. I just... didn’t tell anyone. It’s the only thing that makes me really happy right now."

He looked a little hurt at that, his brow furrowing. "The only thing? What about me?" he asked, sounding a bit vulnerable.

I leaned in and kissed his cheek, trying to reassure him. "You make me happy too, Chris. After you, skating’s the next best thing." He smiled, his tension easing.

Gently, he pulled me onto his lap, his hands finding the sore spots on my body and massaging them carefully. I let out a soft moan of relief as his fingers worked their magic. He leaned in, pressing tender kisses to my neck. "It just kills me to see you hurt. Please, be careful, okay? You don’t deserve this."

"Chris, I’m doing my best," I replied, my voice soft. "But falling is just part of skating. It’s how you get better."

He sighed, his voice full of affection. "Sweet girl, I just wish I could be there with you. I’d catch you every time, so you’d never have to hit the ice."

His words felt so genuine that I couldn’t help but lean in and kiss him. As our lips touched, I got lost in the moment, letting everything else fade away until it was just the two of us in that tender, perfect kiss.

[alessiamalfoyzabini]

Vampire's Kiss | Chapter One

Pairing | Vampire!Jungkook x Reader

Word Count | 3,7k

Warnings | +18, hate and prejudice about vampires, mentions of blood and sex

⤷ Summary | Humans have finally unveiled and accepted the centuries-old existence of vampires, in a modern world people share their lives with these peculiar and mysterious creatures, but it is not all roses.

Will two souls belonging to such different species be able to be together?

➢ Author's Note | Hi, guys! ❤️ This is the first chapter of Vampire's Kiss, please let me know if you like the story, it would be really good for me! 🥰💜

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"Do you know what happens when a vampire invites you out?" You roll your eyes, aware that Mirae is not yet finished with her rant, "Let's hear it, what?" "You never come home and are found in a forest, hanging from a tree, drained," was her solemn reply, she looks at you with stern eyes from behind the thick lenses of her glasses, you smile at her vivid imagination. "Sis, you know that we now live in a society where vampires are accepted by everyone and drink only donated blood, yes?" her frown if possible deepens more. Vampires for a few years now have been leading a healthy lifestyle for everyone, they no longer attack the living, and to have more control over their actions the government sends to their homes every two weeks a bag of blood from the donor they have chosen based on blood type, otherwise they can support themselves by eating the same food as humans, especially undercooked meat. It came to such a condition after all the bloody clashes that took place, both humans and vampires found themselves tired of fearing they would not make it to the next day, so the current arrangement had been arrived at that allows you to coexist without too many problems. Unfortunately, there is always someone who does not accept the new way of life, and your younger sister is one of those someone, she does not trust vampires.

"They're just waiting to come back as strong as they used to be, then they'll start to see us as tasty blood bags again," she hisses, glancing evilly at the page you opened from the PC. This is a dating site for vampires, from which many mixed couples have also sprung. Your best friend for example was happily married last year to her boyfriend, a vampire she met through this very site. You've met him, Shawn is just the sweetest guy and doesn't deserve the derogatory designation of "bloodsucker," as Mirae enjoys calling him instead whenever your best friend video chats with you and is with him. "You hang out too much with those extremist freaks on campus," you look at her harshly; she had joined a crazy group two years ago where they preach hatred of vampires, and she has totally changed since then. She is young and easy to be influenced, you just hope she doesn't go too far. You've tried to convince her to drop that subspecies of a cult, but her crush on the Leader of the Muggles is stronger than common sense, "And now I'd like some privacy!" "I don't want a vampire brother-in-law, I'll never accept that!" she exclaims in turn, before walking out slamming the door to your room, you feel the strong urge to yell insults at her, but you restrain the urge and refocus on the still active web page.

Many faces are silently watching you, and there's no denying that each one is fascinating in its own way, but you don't feel any chemistry, nothing that makes you say, "That's him!" so you go on searching for at least another hour, but still nothing. You could simplify things, date human guys who would surely be easier to find around, after all you've already done that and had a great time, but there's something about the idea of getting bitten that appeals to you. You've read around that vampires like to consume blood during sex, this happens mostly between couples, at that moment it's not just feeding, it's a kind of connection that goes on on both sides, a level of intimacy that provides an almost painful pleasure, you definitely want to try it to satiate your curiosity, and maybe you'll even find the right man for you. Ellen, your best friend, even hinted at some things, but she never went further with the details because it is something too personal to tell, she didn't even explain to you how she - human girl - shared the experience with her boyfriend, since then your brain has never stopped thinking about it for a moment.

You wearily squint your eyes deciding to end your search for the time being, you are tired and certainly cannot waste any more precious hours of rest, your job as an assistant is hell, especially when you have a disgusting caricature of a menstruating man for a boss. "Honey, it's ready!" you hear your mother shout from the kitchen. You haven't lived with your parents for a long time, but every now and then you take a little break to visit them, the only bad thing about these meetings is your younger sister of course. You put on your shoes and walk to your bedroom door, heading to the kitchen, where you find your mother preparing dishes for her meat and potato stew, your mouth is already watering! "Mom..." you look at her with affection, you adore your mom, she cooks like a god and is always understanding, the sweet woman who raised you always knew what to say at the right time and also knew how to measure her words, unlike your father who is a little more like Mirae character-wise.

"Take a seat, come on! Otherwise the food will get cold," she says kindly, patting you lightly on the back, you follow her order and sit to the right of your father, who is staring at the television with a grim expression, his reading glasses hanging from the bridge of his nose, almost following his mood. "Something wrong, dad?" "Another dead body, this time a man at a gas station, not a trace of blood in his body... not a drop," he mutters, you tighten your lips. You know what he'll say next, he doesn't trust vampires. "You know they're not all the same, dad... Tomorrow you'll hear about a human man who killed his employer, don't forget that our kind commits evil deeds too." "But our government helps them! They want live prey, not a sterile bag!" you try to reply, but promptly Mirae comes to her father's aid in his words, contributing to that stifling closed-mindedness. "Dad's convinced too, see?" your sister raises her nose up in a saccharine manner and your stomach clenches, suddenly losing your appetite. Your mother arrives at that moment with steaming plates in the tray, you sigh intercepting her glance, and yes, maybe in such cases it's better not to say anything else.

"You sent the message to Park Jimin, yes? The one where I ask him if he can ask his boss to agree to a dinner to get us on the same page regarding the compatibility of our companies, yes?" You stare at your boss's sweaty face with a smile, even though inside you are screaming. Maybe it's middle age or the fact that his wife left him demanding maintenance, the fact is that he has become more paranoid and oppressive over the past year. "Mr. Kim, I have already contacted Park Jimin and he indicated that he would give me an answer shortly," the man nods, relaxing a bit. The life of the company depends on this agreement, you know. If Kim Seokjin had incorporated your boss's small business then it would have saved you from the broken bank, and as a result your salary would have been even more substantial, but you don't put much hope in that. As mentioned, you are on the brink of the broken bank, which means your efforts do not pay off, so why should Kim Seokjin accept it? In the company where you work you are a bunch of suburban writers and journalists, your magazine is old stuff now. The only way to save everything is to assign you to something else, something your boss evidently never thought of in order to get you up and running again.

"... - it's a crazy thing that a vampire would go to such lengths!" the old man finishes, you realize you haven't been listening to anything at all, but from the last sentence you got the gist of it.

Yes, Kim Seokjin is a vampire, and yes, he goes out in the daytime to have his picture taken with yet another model hanging on his arm.

Vampires can be in daylight, the sun gives them mild eye irritation, which is why - particularly in summer - they use sunglasses, but otherwise no problem, they live like normal humans, just with a little more sunscreen.

And your boss is tremendously envious of all that is Kim Seokjin.

But if you want to hold on to your job you need to talk to Jimin, you've known him since college, he was dating one of your friends at the time and fit in very well in your friendship group, despite being the only non-human present, even when he broke up with your friend he made it clear that he wanted to remain your friend, but you didn't see each other as often as you would have liked.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" you almost jump out of your chair at the lighthearted voice of your colleague, Valentine.

You cast her a suspicious look, "What do you mean?"

Her pretty face breaks into a wide grin, but to you it was like seeing a fox sneer.

"That dating site, right? Vampire's Kiss! Do you know they even made an app out of it? That Kim Seokjin is really a monster of genius."

"Kim Seokjin?" you ask with confusion, has he now also put his hand in the area that was in charge of relationships? Your colleague squints.

"You've been visiting Vampire's Kiss for a week and never wondered who came up with it and put it within everyone's reach?" you arch an eyebrow, of course you didn't know, you're interested in more than just that site! Users signing up for example, not its developer, "Ah! Forget it, just answer me!"

The temptation to tell her to go to hell makes your lips tingle, but you finally respond with a polite smile.

"I haven't found anything yet, actually."

"Take any one, they're all the same."

You widen your eyes, "How?"

Valentine moves her hand hastily, "Vampires, they're all the same! Take any one for experience, they all have the characteristics we're looking for," she says, as if it were obvious you were looking for someone just for fun and nothing else.

But you are not like that, you have enough failed relationships behind you precisely because every one of your partners was looking for that, fun. And you're fed up, you want a healthy, real relationship, not something to try one night stands.

"I don't want just anybody, and I'm not just talking about sex... I'm looking for a relationship actually."

Without warning she bursts out laughing, soundly even. Gritting your teeth, unnerved by her behavior, she recovers for a moment wiping away imaginary tears, "You can't be serious! Vampires were not created for humans, they don't see life the way we do, the most we can do with them is to experience some fun things, but then each to their own way," she says using a cute tone, as if she's looking at a little girl who lives on dreams.

"I'm happy to see things differently from you," after answering her that way you go back to your horrible job, earning a resentful look from her.

"Look it's not just me saying this, a friend of mine recently broke up with one of those guys there, she got dumped" she mutters, you sigh.

"Has the thought ever crossed your mind that we are not all the same? You don't have to rely on other people's experiences, start making your own instead."

Maybe you've been too harsh, so you turn to apologize to her, well, you're sorry you used a brusque tone just because you don't like her way of thinking, but you catch her fixing her lipstick quietly, even sending a flying kiss to her own reflection, you narrow your eyes and refuse to talk to her again. You have better things to do than to listen to ignorant, self-absorbed people.

You rather concentrate on the speech you are writing for your boss, it must be ready before 3 p.m. and without that he would not have been able to say a single word during the meeting with the employees. How such a man has managed to run the show so far you still cannot understand, the secretary before you must have been a saint.

"Ah, Yoongyu asked me how things are going for you here in the office, if you're finally getting along well," Valentine casts you a mischievous glance, "Have you two been getting very close lately?"

More than you can brag about.

You shared a brief but intense acquaintance with Yoongyu on the physical plane. You both had a good time, you were the newcomer and he was the director of the company, he was second only to the CEO so you were totally reliant on his guidance, and just in one of those moments where you felt totally lost at work, he asked you out to dinner. You accepted without a second thought, you liked him, he had subtle dark fox eyes and a charming smile, but your relationship didn't last long. You wanted different things, you a stable relationship and he just a friend to share the intimate sides of a relationship with.

Things were over rather quickly, and now you were enjoying a good friendship.

"We're friends, that's all," she rolled her eyes, as if she believed very little of your words.

"Listen to me, give up your vampire hunting, Van Helsing and find an easy romance to live with."

You don't answer her, the vibration of a new message teases your attention, and you pick up the phone.

From: Sweet Jimin.

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Baby, are you there? 🥺

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You smile spontaneously once you read the sender, Jimin writes to you often using that term, he always treats you like a little sister and for that you are grateful, he is one of your best friends and maybe that is the very reason why you can see vampires as to normal people, just like you.

From: You.

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Does my lovely vampire

needs a hand?

🥰

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From: Sweet Jimin.

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I always need a hand, baby 😏

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You roll your eyes and take care to point it out, always without stopping giggling. An outside person would have found your chat wacky, you are not together and yet you allow yourselves to flirt a little playfully, but you both know that there would only be mutual affection between you and nothing more driven.

From: You.

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🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄

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From: Sweet Jimin.

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Ouch!

That's how you hurt me 😥

But okay though, don't get mad....

But I would need you to do me a favor 💜

Meet me downtown for coffee?

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You cannot deny him help; you know it as well as he knows it.

From: You.

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Mh. Okay.

What time? A suitable time for me.

Possibly.

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From: Sweet Jimin.

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You are my angel!

Later around 5pm would be perfect!

I love you, baby ❤

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It would have been nice to find someone to chat with using lots of adorable emoji, someone to call "boyfriend" while smiling like a fool.

You tighten your lips, Jimin always gives you too much hope, he is adorable and always expresses himself sweetly to you, who are a loser to the fullest extent. Consequently, you always think that if someone like Jimin loves you, why shouldn't you hope for more? That's what always rubs you the wrong way.

You are both sitting comfortably outside the café, Jimin sips his coffee absentmindedly, you have chosen a milkshake with chocolate and hazelnut.

You see him search his pocket for something and once he finds it he lays it on the coffee table, it is a completely black bottle with an airtight cap, you raise an eyebrow in his direction and he smiles at you with one corner of his mouth slightly more raised than the other.

"Ever seen a vampire correcting his coffee?" he asks amused, you simply shake your head.

"You are the only vampire I have relations with and you have never done so in my presence."

He tightens his lips and pours a generous dose of the scarlet liquid into his cup, the action doesn't bother you all that much ... but it leaves you intrigued.

"I need it to calm me down a bit, the last period hasn't exactly been the best."

Now that you get a better look at him, his usually pinker lips are now tending to pale, as if he has stopped hydrating, and his eyes are more glazed over.

"Not getting enough rest, Jimin?" but he denies it with his head.

"Problems with my parents, actually ... That's why I need your help."

A shiver goes down your spine, you know Jimin's parents, they are very stiff and composed vampires, the one time they saw you, they didn't look very happy.

"Jimin, I don't think your family likes me," you flinch uncomfortably, the boy immediately takes your hand, there is panic in his eyes.

"Please, I wouldn't ask you if it was just a trifle! You can save me."

You stand for a moment shocked by the desperation in his voice, even his magnificent dark eyes shine in despair.

You take a deep breath, already knowing that you will regret everything.

"Okay...but remember that you have to help me with the matter of my company, I risk losing my job without the agreement, Jimin."

He nods, "Jin is a very good friend of mine, I'll take care of it."

"I don't know what I'll have to help you with, I just hope I don't end up bleeding to death or worse," you say jokingly, but when he doesn't return your laughter your heart tightens.

His grip on your hand strengthens, "I won't let anything happen to you, baby."

The fact that he did not deny those possibilities unnerves you and not a little, what are you getting yourself into? Jimin has been in the world longer than most humans, so why the hell would he need the help of a mere human like you?

You bite your lip absentmindedly, maybe you're just wrapping your head around it before you break it.

"All right, but could you inform me?"

The boy takes a breath, "My parents are peculiar, old-fashioned dare I say it... they come from an era when arranged marriages flourished like chocolates in a chocolate factory, and now that I have reached a high level in business, they demand that I marry and in truth they have already chosen for me," he begins to explain, as he speaks your mouth opens wide, "But I already have a girlfriend and I love her! She is a vampire, but she doesn't boast a rich family like mine, so they immediately set her aside in favor of a woman I know, but I don't like her."

And again... what exactly can you help with?

"Jimin, I still don't understand... how am I supposed to help you?"

"Jin is throwing a party to announce his official engagement, what I ask is for you to pretend to be my girlfriend in front of my parents."

It's official, you need an ambulance. And urgently, too.

"Y-You are crazy! Your parents hate me just because I breathe their own oxygen, how can you propose such a thing to me! Besides, don't you already have a girlfriend? Use her!"

Okay, you're panicking and you see the corners of your vision darkening, you need to calm down. Jimin gets up and waves to a waiter to bring some water, then tries to take your hand back, but you escape from his grasp.

"Honey, calm down ... the thing is ... I'm sorry to tell you like this," he babbles, you shake your head quickly and try to stand up, but his hands go to rest on your shoulders, consequently pushing you back into the chair, "My parents can't stand humans, to them they reflect the worst of the worst!" he blurts out, and you shoot lightning and thunderbolts from your eyes.

"Exactly, you idiot!"

"That's why you're perfect! If I introduced you to everyone as my girlfriend, threatening to marry you in front of all the other vampires -- at the cost of losing my inheritance -- my parents would start reconsidering my real girlfriend to avoid the scandal of such a statement! Between a human and a vampire of humble origins, who would be the lesser evil for them?"

You bite your lips harder and when the water comes, you begin to drink it quickly.

Unfortunately, the reasoning squares all too well, Jimin is an only child and the Parks cannot afford to lose him, they would never accept a vampire girl of impure blood and even penniless, but a human is something intolerable for vampires like them.

"To say in front of the elders that you will marry a human woman would be ... a disgrace, and would cast shame on your family, who to avoid this ... outburst of yours,  would immediately accept the other option through this blackmail of yours," you murmur with your heart in your throat, Jimin nods slowly.

"They don't mind if I 'use' human women for sex, as long as they don't go to taint our bloodline."

You close your eyes, undecided about what to do.

You're fucking scared, his parents creep you out, but it's Jimin. With your heart clenched in a vice, you nod.

"It's just one night, right?"

"Just one," he assures you.

[callmrmorrow]

you’ve been waiting for it, perhaps hoping that moment would never come. with a great redemption arc and humor come to fruition in this most recent episode, let’s talk about REX SPLOOOOOODE

(spoilers for s3ep7, WHAT HAVE I DONE?)

and what a fitting question that is indeed: WHAT HAVE I DONE. the show writers had an idea in mind and they really went for it. giving this guy a chance to be a better person might’ve been one of the most fucked up things they’ve decided to do, right up there with having becca butcher’s actress voice anissa (iykyk). we all knew what was coming, we felt it in our bones — just like rex did, honestly. too much too soon? i don’t think so.

who exactly is rex splode? or rexplode. or rex sloan, but nobody calls him that, not even rex himself! the choice to develop him and rae as alternates in this hero-civilian life was a good one; you have rae, who wants nothing more than to be normal after a childhood being raised on diets and disapproval from her hero-hungry parents. you have rex, whose parents were hungry for nothing but cash, willing to toss their kid to the some shadowy for experimentation for a couple bands. he escapes this terrible fate, though only after they succeed in imbuing him with destructive powers. he goes back home to his parents, first thing, and finds that they’ve built a life without him. rex looks at himself and sees something with no inherent value outside of the powers he was given. rex sloan is nobody — not even his PARENTS wanted him. they moved on the moment they had the chance. he’s a freak and he’s funny and he appeals to everyone around him because who is he if he doesn’t do that all the time?

aside: rex and eve. boy, what a fuck up from rex. why’d he do that? is he really a douche like eve thinks, like everyone else thinks? how’d they get together in the first place. both made to be weapons, they know each other better than most. eve let rex, homeless, crash at her place night to night, in and out through her bedroom window. she’s the first person in the WORLD who can love him the way he deserves to be loved. eve’s parents even let him live there for a year with their knowledge — which is a feat in and of itself, because adam wilkins is a major douche. they were on a superhero team together, they probably saved each other’s lives and patched each other’s wounds, shared beds and secrets and hoodies and everything in between that.

he cheated, however, because of that picture in the back of his mind, of a mother and a father and two kids under a christmas tree. framed by the windowsill where he’s peering through, looking at people moving on from him like he’s smoke in the wind. he used this excuse that “eve’s with invincible now” to convince kate to have steamy shower time with him, but arguably, he did it because he really thought eve would leave him for 1) someone her age 2) someone who wasn’t dragging her down all the time with his assholery. does this make what rex did okay? NO, the fuck? but now you get it. rex will leave before he can be left now.

this is part of the reason where he doesn’t think he can be happy. he’s a masterclass in self-sabotage, and in being an asshole, because at this point he can’t be bothered with the idea of having a good life. everything he wants blows up in his face, one way or another (part two of arcs emulating powers), and it’s usually because he’s got his hands in the issue. he fucks shit up for himself.

his sacrifice against that nogogglesible guy was super powerful because yeah, he self-sabotaged again, but he did it for everyone else. he totally had a chance to just live and let live. maybe let rae come with him to help. maybe escape with the others and let the variant out. but no! because for all his flaws, rex splode is a hero first and foremost, and a human second. there was no hesitation in the way he decided to go out — he knew he was going to die from the moment he told bulletproof to evacuate the others.

rudy sees rex as an older brother — i’ll say that — or at least someone to admire. he’s got everything rudy doesn’t: confidence, a functioning body, etc. he made his body like rex because amanda (monster girl) was attracted to him, but rudy’s later actions show that it’s more than just envy and imitation. he cares about rex in a way that is very human for a guy named robot, and rex never really got the chance to see that more people cared for him than he ever imagined.

rex is a great character, and jason mantzoukas continues his streak of voicing/acting for such freakishly funny guys. he’s a badass, and more than that, he’s a survivor. he’s gotten through everything that the world threw against him, but can’t escape his own choices. down to the bone — literally — he’s just a guy who wants to be worth something to someone, who wanted him for more than everything he tried to be. and i think the moment he got that, with rae, he was okay with being selfless.

but what do i know… this is a cecil blog.

[quichein-me-softly]

Hi it's me again!! I was wondering since it's like the holidays if you could write sans x reader during new years eve and they spend time with each other during a new years eve party?? Also I loved the new chapter of mixed signals!! Happy holidays 🔥🔥

welcome back, i missed ya! and of course, i love writing these little drabbles you come up with :]

HAPPY NEW YEARS!!

new years eve w/ sans

The chilly bite of December had long settled over the Surface, turning the world into a wonderland of frosted windows and snow-dusted garlands. New Year’s Eve was upon you, and while several invitations came your way, only one caught your attention—a handwritten note from Papyrus in his unmistakably bold and eager handwriting:

"YOU HAVE BEEN INVITED TO A SPECTACULAR NEW YEAR'S EVE PARTY HOSTED BY THE GREAT PAPYRUS AND HIS TRUSTY SIDEKICK, SANS! WE WILL HAVE SNACKS, SPARKLING JUICE, AND FIREWORKS!

PLEASE COME.

—THE GREAT PAPYRUS"

The note, penned with such exuberance, made you smile; you could practically hear Papyrus’ voice behind the words. No party on the Surface could ever match his boundless energy. And while you knew it would be fun, you couldn’t deny that the promise of Sans being there added its own quiet appeal.

By the time you arrived, the New Year's Eve party was already in full swing. The venue—a cozy hall borrowed from one of your mutual friends—was decked out in shimmering gold and silver streamers cascading like waterfalls from the ceiling. Twinkling fairy lights framed the walls, casting the room in a soft, dream-like glow, while the faint scent of freshly baked pastries and cinnamon lingered in the air.

Music played softly in the background, blending with bursts of laughter and the occasional clink of glasses to create a warm, inviting atmosphere. Your smile grew as your eyes flickered to a hand-painted banner strung proudly above the refreshment table. "WELCOME TO THE FUTURE!"

Papyrus was the first to spot you. “AH-HA! YOU HAVE ARRIVED!” he proclaimed, sweeping across the room as his scarf billowed dramatically behind him—despite the lack of wind.

He stopped directly in front of you, planting his gloved hands on your shoulders as though delivering life-changing news. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS IS HONORED BY YOUR PRESENCE. HAVE YOU SEEN THE SNACK TABLE? I HAVE OUTDONE MYSELF!”

“Of course you did,” you replied, unable to hold back a grin. “I’d expect nothing less from you, Pap.”

Beaming with pride, Papyrus threw out an arm in a grand flourish, directing your attention to the refreshment table. “BEHOLD! A FEAST FIT FOR NEW YEAR ROYALTY!”

The snack table was indeed a marvel, piled high with an assortment of hors d'oeuvres, sandwiches cut into star shapes, and Papyrus’ crowning achievement—a pyramid of cookies, each meticulously frosted with gold and silver designs.

Nearby, Toriel and Asgore stood locked in what seemed to be a polite but slightly strained conversation.

“It’s… nice to see you here, Toriel,” Asgore said, his voice low and uncertain. “You look well.”

Toriel’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes, but her response was calm and measured. “Yes, well, I have Frisk to thank for convincing me to attend.” Her tone was polite but firm, the unspoken history between them hanging in the air like a ghost neither was willing to confront.

Frisk, standing a few steps away with a sparkler in hand, glanced between the two. Sensing the tension, they smiled softly and nudged Toriel, lifting their sparkler like a peace offering. Golden sparks flickered in the dim light, playful and warm, as if trying to bridge the quiet divide.

The simple gesture worked. Toriel’s expression softened, and she rested a hand on Frisk’s head. Her voice was warmer as she murmured, “Thank you, my child.” The earlier tightness in her smile eased, replaced by genuine fondness.

Satisfied with their work, Frisk turned and wandered off, twirling their sparkler through the air.

Across the room, Undyne’s voice boomed as she dove into the climax of an undoubtedly dramatic retelling. “AND THEN I GRABBED THE SPEAR LIKE THIS!” She struck a pose, swinging a sparkler in wide arcs, nearly dislodging a gold streamer in her enthusiasm.

“C-Careful, babe!” Alphys stammered, instinctively ducking as the streamer swayed dangerously close to her head. Despite her flustered tone, her eyes sparkled with admiration, the corners of her mouth twitching upward in a fond smile as she watched Undyne continue her tale.

Undyne continued unabated, charged ahead, her sparklers now props in a vivid reenactment of an epic battle. “AND THE WHOLE CROWD WAS CHEERING—WELL, THEY WOULD’VE BEEN IF ANYONE HAD SEEN IT!” She hurled an imaginary spear with such force that the gold streamer swayed again, prompting Alphys to dart forward and frantically steady it with her hands.

You couldn’t help but chuckle as Alphys tried to wrangle the situation, gently tugging at Undyne’s arm. “Uh, honey, m-maybe let’s, um… not destroy the decorations?”

Undyne froze mid-swing, her grin faltering for just a moment before it returned, wide and unapologetic. “Right, right. No casualties tonight! Got it.” She winked at Alphys, who exhaled in relief, though her shy smile betrayed just how much she adored Undyne’s antics.

Then, catching sight of you watching, Undyne raised a sparkler high in salute, her energy as infectious as ever. “You better be ready for midnight! This party’s about to get epic!”

“You bet,” you replied, grinning as Alphys mouthed a silent “Help me” behind Undyne’s back.

Nearby, Frisk stood with their sparkler held high, its golden sparks flickering in soft, playful patterns. Their face glowed with quiet joy as they twirled it through the air, their peaceful presence a soothing contrast to the lively chaos of the party.

At their feet sat Flowey, firmly nestled in a small decorative pot. His petals twitched irritably as he scowled at the festivities. “All this noise and for what? A few sparks in the sky? Pathetic,” he muttered, his voice dripping with disdain. “Honestly, you’d think they’ve never seen a new year before.”

Frisk tilted their head, raising their sparkler with a grin that seemed to say, Isn’t it kind of fun?

Flowey let out a long, exaggerated sigh but didn’t argue. His petals settled, and his gaze lingered on the sparks, watching the tiny bursts of light with reluctant curiosity.

You approached with a soft chuckle, briefly kneeling to adjust the tiny party hat perched on Flowey’s head. “There,” you said, stepping back to admire your work. “Perfect.”

Flowey sighed dramatically, his tone heavy with mock despair. “Great. Now I look ridiculous.”

“Not ridiculous,” you replied lightly. “Festive.”

Frisk giggled softly, giving you a small nod of approval as they twirled their sparkler once more. The golden light reflected in Flowey’s narrowed eyes, his petals tilting ever so slightly toward the warmth.

“Don’t think this means I like either of you idiots,” Flowey muttered. His tone was sharp, but it lacked its usual venom.

You and Frisk exchanged a knowing look before they turned back to their sparkler, drawing glowing arcs in the air. As you walk away, you catch Flowey sigh yet again.

The lively energy of the room seemed to draw everyone together, from Papyrus’ booming laughter near the snack table to Undyne’s sparkler duels in the corner. You felt a quiet warmth settle over you as you moved through the crowd, exchanging small smiles and words with the friends who had come to mean so much to you.

Though the energy of the party was infectious, amidst the bustling crowd, your eyes sought out one figure in particular. IIt didn’t take long to find him—Sans, leaning casually against the wall near the edge of the crowd, nursing what looked suspiciously like a bottle of ketchup.

When he caught your gaze, his expression brightened slightly, his ever-present grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. With a lazy wave, he motioned you over.

“hey, you made it,” he greeted as you approached, his tone casual but warm.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” you replied with a smile. “Papyrus sent a very persuasive invitation.”

Sans chuckled, the sound low and easy. “yeah, he’s got a knack for that. one time, he convinced me to join a book club. never read the book, though. was too busy tryin’ to figure out how he gets so much enthusiasm packed into one skeleton.”

You laughed, shaking your head. Your eyes drifted down to the bottle in his hand, raising a skeptical brow.

“totally not ketchup,” he assured you, his grin widening as if he knew exactly what you were thinking. “scout’s honor.”

“Were you even a scout?” you asked, playing along.

“nah.” He shrugged. “but i look good in a sash.”

Before you could respond, Grillby drifted past, his flaming figure glowing softly as he carried a tray of drinks. He paused briefly beside you, his ever-calm demeanor somehow fitting seamlessly into the lively energy around him.

“Everything all right here?” the fire elemental asked, his voice calm and friendly, the faint crackle of embers underscoring his words..

You thanked him as you grabbed two glasses of champagne, offering one to Sans, who accepted it with an exaggeratedly solemn bow, swapping his ketchup for the drink.

“hey, grillbz,” Sans said, raising his glass in a mock toast. “enjoyin’ the show?” 

Grillby’s flames flickered in what you assumed was his version of a smile. “It’s as lively as ever,” he replied. Turning to you, he added, “I’m glad you could make it. Sans tends to linger near the edges at gatherings like this.”

“ah, c’mon, grillbz,” Sans protested lightly. “you’re makin’ me sound like a real party pooper.”

Grillby’s flames crackled lightly, resembling the sound of laughter. “Not at all. You’re far too entertaining to stay hidden for long.”

As Grillby glided back toward the refreshment table, Sans chuckled, shaking his head. “guy’s got me all figured out, huh?”

“Maybe,” you teased, taking a sip of your drink. “But who doesn’t?”

Sans let out a small “heh,” his grin quirking to the side. “eh, most folks don’t bother. guess you’re just observant like that.” He tapped his temple lightly, as if to drive the point home.

“Observant?” you echoed with a playful smirk. “You’re not exactly subtle, Sans.”

“or maybe i’m just not tryin’ to blend in right now,” he countered, his grin widening slightly. He gestured vaguely toward the crowd before turning his gaze back to you. “sometimes it’s nice havin’ someone notice you’re there.”

Your smirk softened into a genuine smile as you caught the faint sincerity tucked behind his casual words. “Someone like me?” you asked, trying to mask the touch of hope in your tone.

“well,” he said, his grin easing into something softer, “you do make it easier to stick around.”

His grin tilted back into its familiar playful curve before you could say anything else. “plus, ya keep me from nappin’ in the corner. so, thanks for that.”

You rolled your eyes, bumping your shoulder lightly against his. “Don’t thank me too soon. Midnight’s not here yet.”

The night unfolded in a blur of laughter and cheer, the party’s energy swelling as more guests filtered in.

Through it all, Sans stayed close by your side, tossing in the occasional pun or dry quip that never failed to make you laugh. His presence was unassuming yet constant, anchoringing you amidst the whirlwind of noise and activity. Every so often, you’d catch him watching you with a quiet grin, his gaze lingering just long enough to make your heart feel warmer than the golden glow of the fairy lights overhead. At one point, Undyne burst into the center of the room with sparklers raised high, shouting, “TIME FOR AN EPIC GAME OF CHARADES! NO EXCUSES—EVERYONE PLAYS!”

You and Sans joined the growing circle just in time to see Undyne dive into an over-the-top reenactment of what could only be described as a sea monster attacking a ship. With imaginary harpoons in hand, she mimed throwing them with such vigor that the nearby decorations swayed dangerously.

“OH! OH!” Papyrus exclaimed, leaping to his feet. “IT IS OBVIOUSLY… A WHALE RIDING A UNICORN!”

“P-Papyrus,” Alphys interjected gently, adjusting her glasses. “Whales don’t… uh… ride unicorns.”

“OF COURSE NOT!” Papyrus said, throwing up his hands. “THAT’S WHY IT’S SO BRILLIANTLY CREATIVE!”

The group erupted into laughter as Undyne finally dropped to the ground in an exaggerated finish.

To everyone’s surprise, Asgore had a hidden knack for guessing, calmly identifying even the most bizarre attempts. “Hmm… is it a chicken… riding a unicycle?” he guessed during another round, earning a roar of laughter and an enthusiastic “YES!” from Undyne.

“THE KING OF GUESSING!” Papyrus proclaimed, throwing confetti from his seemingly endless supply of party decorations.

Beside you, Sans leaned in slightly, his grin wide as he whispered, “gotta hand it to asgore. didn’t know he had a secret talent for interpretin’ chaos.”

Later, as the laughter began to settle, Frisk quietly stepped into the center of the room, holding up a sign they’d written in neat, careful letters:

“Thank you all for making this year amazing.”

The room fell quiet for a moment, touched by the sincerity of the message. For a moment, even Flowey was quiet, though he eventually muttered, “Sappy idiots,” under his breath.

“BEAUTIFULLY SAID, FRISK!” Papyrus exclaimed, breaking the stillness with enthusiastic clapping. “THE GREAT PAPYRUS COULD NOT HAVE PUT IT BETTER!”

Toriel clasped her hands together, her expression soft and radiant. “Thank you, my child,” she said tenderly. “It truly has been a wonderful year, hasn’t it?”

Undyne punched the air triumphantly, her sparklers trailing bright streaks behind her. “Heck yeah! Best year ever!”

“Y-Yep!” Alphys added, adjusting her glasses with a nervous but genuine smile. “D-Definitely one for the books.”

Even Asgore nodded in agreement, his deep voice steady and thoughtful. “Yes… one to cherish,” he said softly.

The sentiment spread through the room like a ripple, and one by one, the group broke into applause. There was something unspoken but understood—a quiet acknowledgment of how far you had all come.

As the applause began to fade, you felt a nudge at your side. Sans leaned in, his hands tucked comfortably into his hoodie pockets, his grin faint but real.

“heh. kid’s got a way of hittin’ ya right in the soul,” he said, his voice light but threaded with something softer. His eyes lingered on Frisk for a beat, the quiet pride in his gaze barely masked by his usual laid-back demeanor.

You smiled, nodding. “Yeah… they’ve got a knack for that.”

Sans glanced at you, his expression unreadable for a moment before his grin crept wider. “kinda reminds me of someone else i know.”

You raised a brow at him, but before you could respond, Frisk’s eyes met yours from across the room. Smiling, you gave them a quiet thumbs-up. They beamed in response, their sparkler tracing playful patterns through the air once more, the golden light reflecting the joy that filled the room.

Sans watched them for a moment, then let out a soft chuckle. “guess some things are contagious,” he murmured. 

“Hm?” You turned to him, but he had already shifted his attention elsewhere, his hand giving a small wave.

“heh. nothin’.” His hand brushed lightly against yours as it dropped, just for a second—but long enough to send a gentle heat blooming under your skin.

The night wore on, the gentle hum of conversation and laughter filling the air as midnight approached. Papyrus, ever the meticulous organizer, had set up a projector against the far wall. The countdown flickered in bright numbers, casting a faint glow that rippled over the crowd.

One by one, guests began drifting toward the center of the hall, drawn by the hum of music and the soft twinkle of fairy lights strung across the makeshift stage. The air brimmed with anticipation, the approaching new year wrapping around you like the warmth of the gathering itself.

Undyne’s voice rang out above the noise as she clinked a glass dramatically, her sparklers now swapped for a celebratory drink. “Alright, everyone! Ten minutes to go! If you’re not in position for the countdown, you’re missing out on history!”

Alphys tugged at her arm, blushing. “U-Undyne, it’s not exactly history—”

“Sure it is, babe!” Undyne interrupted, throwing an arm around Alphys’ shoulders and flashing her a sharp, toothy grin. “The history of us bringing in another awesome year!”

Alphys flushed even deeper, adjusting her glasses nervously but not pulling away.

Across the room, Frisk gave an enthusiastic thumbs-up from their spot near Toriel. The former queen mirrored the gesture with a warm, encouraging smile.

“Another year of this nonsense,” Flowey muttered from his pot, his petals twitching irritably. His tone lacked its usual bite, though, and his leaves drooped slightly as Frisk twirled a sparkler near him.

“Cheer up, Flowey,” you called over, catching his glare. “You survived another year with us ‘sappy idiots.’ That’s gotta be worth celebrating, right?”

Flowey grumbled something unintelligible, but his petals dipped slightly, almost like a reluctant nod. “Barely,” he muttered, his tone softer than usual.

You found yourself standing with Sans off to the side, near a row of windows overlooking the frosty town square. Outside, the streetlights cast a warm glow on faint flurries of snow drifting lazily through the cold night air. The muffled sound of a band playing New Year’s tunes filtered in through the glass, blending with the cozy hum of the party behind you.

Sans leaned against the window frame, hands tucked casually in his hoodie pockets, his gaze fixed somewhere in the distance. He looked peaceful, his grin smaller but no less genuine.

“y’know,” he began, his voice low and easy as you stepped closer, “new year’s is kinda funny when ya think about it. we’re all just measurin’ time, watchin’ numbers tick over... but people still get real excited for it. like a fresh start or somethin’.”

“Is that your way of saying you don’t care about New Year’s?” you teased, crossing your arms with a playful smile.

“nah, i care,” he said, his grin softening as his gaze drifted to you. “…just not for the reasons most folks do.”

You tilted your head, curious. “For what reasons, then?”

He hesitated, his gaze flicking briefly back to the snowy town square. For a moment, it seemed like he might brush off the question with another joke, but instead, his grin shifted into something quieter, more genuine. His eye lights flickered back to you, their glow faint but steady.

“well, this year’s been pretty good,” he said, his tone softer than usual. “met someone who’s made it... kinda great, actually. wouldn’t mind spendin’ more time like this.”

His words hit you squarely in the chest, the sincerity in his tone catching you off guard. You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, Papyrus bounded into view, his scarf trailing behind him like a comet.

“TEN MINUTES UNTIL THE COUNTDOWN!” he declared, his voice cutting through the calm like a gong. “COME, HUMAN! SANS! WE MUST PREPARE FOR THE FIREWORK DISPLAY! IT WILL BE THE PINNACLE OF THE EVENING!”

Sans straightened from his spot by the window, his grin sliding effortlessly back into its usual playful tilt. “i thought the snacks were the pinnacle.”

“THE SNACKS WERE MERELY THE PROLOGUE!” Papyrus declared, his chest puffed with pride. “NOW HURRY! I CANNOT LIGHT THE SPARKLERS AND PRESS THE BUTTON AT THE SAME TIME!”

You and Sans exchange a glance, his grin turning sly. “guess we better help the guy out. wouldn’t wanna disappoint the ‘great firework technician papyrus.’”

You chuckled, falling into step beside him as the two of you followed Papyrus into the courtyard.

The crisp night air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped outside, but the festive atmosphere kept your spirits warm. Strings of lights bordered the courtyard, and the faint sound of chatter and laughter spilled from the open doors of the hall. Overhead, stars twinkled faintly, their glow muted by the streetlamps and the shimmering anticipation that filled the air.

Papyrus had arranged a surprisingly impressive display of fireworks, each rocket carefully labeled with his bold handwriting. The others had gathered to watch as Papyrus darted around the courtyard, gleefully directing traffic.

“ALL RIGHT, EVERYONE!” Papyrus boomed, his voice ringing out like a rallying cry. “IN JUST A FEW MINUTES, WE SHALL LIGHT THE SKY WITH THE GREATEST FIREWORK DISPLAY OF ALL TIME!”

Undyne swung her sparklers like twin swords, shouting something about “defending the new year!” Meanwhile, Alphys hovered nearby, wringing her hands as Undyne’s wild flourishes brought the sparklers dangerously close to a box of rockets.

“Undyne!” Alphys yelped, her voice rising in panic. “P-Please, maybe keep those a little further from the—oh my gosh!” She lunged forward, shielding the fireworks with her clipboard.

“Relax, Alphy! I’ve got this!” Undyne declared confidently, twirling the sparklers with dramatic flair that made her girlfriend wince.

You couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight, and Sans leaned in closer, his voice full of amusement. “five bucks says she sets somethin’ on fire before this is over.”

You smirked, shaking your head. “I’d take that bet, but I’m pretty sure we’d both win.”

Papyrus zipped around the courtyard, scarf trailing as he issued instructions with military precision. “UNDYNE, THE SPARKLERS ARE NOT FOR LIGHTING THE FUSES!”

“HUMAN!” He spun toward you, thrusting a bucket into your hands with the gravitas of a royal decree. “PLEASE HOLD THIS BUCKET OF MINIATURE ROCKETS! AND SANS—STOP LOITERING!”

Sans chuckled, slipping his hands deeper into his hoodie pockets. “not loitering, bro. supervising.”

“SUPERVISING REQUIRES DOING SOMETHING!” Papyrus exclaimed, flinging his scarf over his shoulder dramatically as he marched off to handle another task.

As Papyrus bustled away, Sans leaned in again, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “pap’s got a future as a drill sergeant, huh?”

You laughed, holding up one of the sparklers. “He just wants everything to be perfect.”

Sans’ grin softened as he watched his brother dash around the courtyard, his tone taking on a quiet fondness. “yeah,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on Papyrus. “he’s good at that.”

As Papyrus continued to direct his countdown preparations with the fervor that suggested it was a military operation, Sans sidled up next to you. His hand brushed lightly against yours, an absentminded gesture that might have gone unnoticed if you weren’t already so attuned to him. Even so, the brief contact sent a spark of warmth racing up your arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“so,” he said, his voice low, almost drowned out by the noise, “got any resolutions?”

You turned toward him, thoughtful. “I don’t know… Maybe to live in the moment more? Stop worrying so much about the past or future, and just… appreciate life as it comes. Feels like one of those things I could be better at.”

“huh.” Sans tilted his head slightly, his grin softening into something more reflective. “that’s a good one. might have to borrow it.” “What about you?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Sans seemed to consider it for a moment, his gaze drifting toward the horizon where stars twinkled faintly above the glow of the town. The night air carried a quiet stillness, broken only by distant laughter and the occasional pop of a test firework.

“hmm,” he started, his voice light but carrying an undercurrent of sincerity. “guess mine’s makin’ sure you keep yours.”

His words settled between you, simple yet unexpectedly meaningful.

You wanted to say something, but the moment hung delicate and unspoken—until Papyrus’ voice rang out, echoing through the courtyard like a call to arms. “TEN SECONDS LEFT, EVERYONE! GET READY FOR THE COUNTDOWN!”

The others joined in eagerly, their voices blending into a lively chorus.

“TEN!”

Papyrus stood front and center, his scarf flaring dramatically in the crisp winter air, as though powered by sheer willpower alone. He pointed toward the sky, rallying the group like a general leading a parade.

“NINE!” 

Undyne threw an arm around Alphys, practically sweeping the smaller monster off her feet. “THIS IS IT, BABE! OUR YEAR!” she bellowed, shaking Alphys so vigorously that the poor scientist could only manage a nervous laugh, her cheeks glowing as red as the sparklers in Undyne’s free hand.

“EIGHT!”

Frisk bounced on their toes, twirling their sparkler with anticipation and delight. With their free hand, they lifted Flowey’s pot higher, giving the grumpy flower a perfect view of the sky.

Flowey groaned, his petals twitching with exaggerated disdain. “Oh, joy. More loud noises and explosions. What a delightful way to start another year of nonsense.”

Frisk tilted their head, their bright smile widening. With a mischievous flick of their sparkler, they sent a harmless shower of golden sparks near Flowey’s pot, earning an indignant huff.

“Watch it!” Flowey snapped, though his petals relaxed just slightly, his irritation softened by Frisk’s quiet joy.

“SEVEN!”

Toriel and Asgore exchanged a glance across the courtyard. The weight of their shared history lingered between them, bittersweet and unspoken. Toriel hesitated, then gave Asgore a small, reluctant nod. He returned it with a soft, hopeful smile.

“SIX!”

You turned to Sans, your heart giving a small leap when you realized his gaze was already on you. His eye lights glowed faintly, reflecting the golden sparks that danced through the crisp night air.

“FOUR!”

“hey,” he said, his voice nearly drowned out by the noise, “gotta say… this year’s been somethin’ else. all thanks to you.”

“THREE!”

Your breath caught, the quiet sincerity in his words wrapping around you like the warmth of a blanket against the cold. 

You managed a smile, your voice softer than you intended. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“TWO!”

Sans leaned closer, his breath feathering against your cheek. His voice was barely audible over the rising cheers as he whispered, “happy new year, sunshine.”

“ONE!”

The courtyard erupted into cheers, and the first firework exploded overhead, scattering brilliant streaks of gold and crimson across the night sky.

The sound echoed faintly, but it all seemed distant as Sans’ hand rose to your cheek, his grin fading into something sweeter just before his mouth met yours.

The kiss was soft and unhurried, as if the entire year had been leading up to this single, fleeting moment. His touch held a quiet reverence—the kind of tenderness that felt rare and delicate—like you were something fragile, something he wasn’t quite ready to let go of. His palm stayed warm against your skin, thumb tracing gentle circles as though committing every detail to memory.

There was no urgency, only the gentle weight of emotions unspoken—words he’d never say aloud but conveyed in the way he held you.

The crackle of fireworks and the cheers of your friends faded away, replaced by the quiet thrill of his closeness. For all his jokes and lazy smirks, this moment felt different. Unguarded. Carrying with it the quiet emotion he so often kept hidden from the world.

When you finally parted, the world rushed back in a cascade of color and sound. His forehead rested against yours for a moment longer, his grin returning—soft and lopsided, but with a depth that made your heart flutter.

“guess that’s one resolution down,” he murmured, his voice low and laced with affection.

You blinked, still breathless, a smile tugging at your lips. “And what was that?”

“makin’ this year better than the last,” he replied, his grin widening slightly. “and makin’ sure you keep yours.”

His words hung in the air, warm and grounding. Before you could respond, Papyrus’ voice broke through the haze.

“SANS! Y/N! DID YOU SEE THAT FIREWORK? IT WAS SHAPED LIKE A SPAGHETTI NOODLE! ABSOLUTELY MAGNIFICENT!”

You both laughed, the moment dissolving into a shared grin. Sans slipped his hand into yours, his thumb brushing lightly along your knuckles as he turned to Papyrus.

“heh, trust pap to turn the fireworks into a pasta thing.” He glanced at you, his grin widening mischievously. “any more of those and i might just pasta way.”

You snorted, rolling your eyes as you gave him a playful shove. “You’re impossible.”

“nah,” he countered with a wink, “just im-pasta-ble to resist.”

Shaking your head with a laugh, you let him tug you back toward the others. The soft glow of the fireworks cast shifting patterns of light across the courtyard, their brilliance reflected in Sans’ steady gaze. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t such a bad way to start the year.

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Boardgames (Drabble)

Remus was panting as he ran down the train tracks, worn trainers kicking up gravel. He squeezed through a hole in the fencing that only a child could fit through, sliding a bit down the steep slope on the other side of the fence. He managed to stop himself alright at the bottom before he could topple over into the dirty river. Taking just a second to be thankful for his good timing, he was off again, not stopping until he came to the underside of a bridge.

When he got there, Remus bent over, putting his hands on his knees as he focused on getting his breathing back under control.

“What took you so long?” A sharp, nasally voice startled Remus out of his position. He looked up, mouth splitting into a grin missing a few baby teeth as he spotted his two best friends in the whole world.

“Severus, Lily!” He greeted. “Sorry! Mum was hovering, but I managed to convince her I wasn’t feeling well and then snuck out when she put me to bed.”

Lily frowned a little, unsure if this was the wisest course of action, but Severus smirked at the sandy haired boy in front of him in an approving sort of way. It made Remus’ stomach flip in excitement.

“So what are we going to do today?” Lily asked.

“Well…” Remus shifted the bookbag so that one strap was hanging off his shoulder and the pouch was within easier reach. “I found something really cool! I know you’re not really a board games kinda guy, Severus, but maybe we could give this one a go?”

Severus let out a sigh, crossing his arms over his chest as Lily bounded on over to Remus. Remus crouched down, letting the bag rest on the ground. Lily followed suit, so Severus stepped over as well. He remained standing, looking down his nose at the other two kids. Remus looked up at him from behind his fringe. He knew Severus tried to act older than he was, but that was just one of the many things Remus liked about him. Lily sometimes complained, but not often.

“Come on… please?” Remus appealed to him. “Next time, we’ll do whatever you want. Just one game, *promise!*”

Severus bit his lower lip, and Remus was certain he’d won. Severus’ long fingers drummed against his upper arm before he sighed again and then crouched down with them as well. “Oh, alright. But we get to do what I want the next two times.” He relented.

Remus and Lily shared identical grins. “Great! We’ll have to learn how to play together. I’ve never heard of this game before, I just found it in the back garden.”

“Found it?” Severus frowned as Remus pulled out an ancient looking wooden box. Carved into the top was a jungle like scene and corner portraits of a monkey, rhino, elephant, and explorer. Right in the center with a carved arrow through the words was the name. Jumanji.

Prompt by Chalilodimun on the Snupin discord server! You should totally join us there!

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Brought to you by this post.

Eddie had run through every sort of scenario that could happen with his return. He had especially thought about how Steve would react. The top contenders were fear, disgust, and violence. He was a monster now after all. It wasn't immediately apparent, the only physical changes to his appearance being the fangs in his mouth and how his pale skin turned into a pitch black on his hands, ending with dark claws on each finger.

But on this inside, he was so much more. He was faster and stronger. He thought of consuming flesh and blood and knew there were few forces in the world that could stop him from it. When he awakened, Vecna filled his mind with thoughts of rage and revenge. The town had been the ones to kill him in the end. Had they not treated him like a criminal, he wouldn't have run away, wouldn't have ended up in the Upside Down, wouldn't have tried to prove he wasn't a runner and stood his ground the way he did.

Hawkins had experienced loss, yes, but not nearly enough. When he clawed his way back topside, he was ready to bathe in the blood of his enemies. An army of demobats always flurried around to obey his bidding. And they did so with a bloodthirst that matched their master. Vecna had revealed exactly why he chose each of his victims. Told him the secrets they all held. So Eddie's first stop had been the Cunningham household.

He didn't threaten, didn't spook. Just let his little pets crash through every window and feed on the people who made Chrissy's life hell.

The next night, he did the same to Patrick's household, and that was Steve's first gander at his new look.

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After the death of the Cunningham's, Nancy quickly figured out that they should stake out the homes of Vecna's other victims. El, Lucas, and Will stayed with Max in the hospital. Nancy, Robin, and Jonathan kept an eye on Fred's place. And that was how Steve ended up watching Patrick's home with Dustin and Mike. They had been too late to save the parents, but just in time to see Eddie standing over their dead bodies, eyes wild and hands bloodied.

Blood also dripped from his mouth menacingly and he only allowed them the briefest of moments before he was off and away, disappearing into the shadows of the night with the sounds of flapping wings.

When they met back up with everyone that night at Hopper's cabin, the exchange of info had been wild. Steve had mainly kept quiet, thoughts buzzing in his brain while the more take charge members of their party tried to figure out if that had really been Eddie, what he was doing, if Vecna was controlling him, and why he was going after these specific people.

"If that had really been Eddie, there's gotta be a way to get him back to the good side. Make him see the light", Dustin said.

"But what if we can't make him see?", Robin pointed out. "He's already killed. Twice. Technically more than that if we go by actual body count."

"And if we don't stop him, he's going to attack again tomorrow", Nancy said. "We just can't entertain what-ifs right now. The facts we have are he's done this two nights in a row. Which means tomorrow he'll either be going for Fred's family or Ms. Mayfield."

"Nancy you didn't know Eddie like we did!", Mike shouted. "You already left him behind once, we can't give up without trying to bring him back!"

That stung Steve. Not being able to bring the body back had been a terrible regret. And now they were paying for it.

"How are you gonna bring him back?", Jonathan asked.

"By appealing to his humanity, duh", Dustin said. "If Eddie's still in there, he'll recognize us."

Unable to keep his thoughts quiet anymore, Steve finally stepped in. "I saw what he did Dustin. I'm not letting any of you kids anywhere near him right now. But!", he cut off the younger ones before they could protest, "You might be onto something. If we can convince him to come back to us, he could be saved."

Robin gave him an odd look. "I'm really afraid of what you're about to say next."

"Look, I can't-I know it's sounds crazy, but I might be able to bring Eddie back."

Steve was met with a chorus of 'whats' ranging from Lucas' genuinely confused one to Mike's absolutely offended one.

"You think you know Eddie better than us? We were actually friends with him", Mike said.

"I know he and I weren't that close. But during the whole, save the world part we had some...moments." Steve looked to Robin and then to Nancy, hoping they understood. And unfortunately they did.

Robin shook her head. "This has gotta be the stupidest idea you've ever had."

"And you're crazy if you think we're letting you do it", Nancy added.

"Good thing I'm not asking permission", Steve said.

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And thus began Steve's solo mission: Seduce Undead Eddie. He got very little support in his plan, but it wasn't like he needed any. He just had to make sure he got to Eddie first and kept the attention on him and not on whoever the target might be.

The others were staking out the possible victims. Hopper and Joyce were even taking Ms. Mayfield out to dinner, in the hopes a public place would keep her off limits for Eddie as long as possible. Meanwhile, Steve had his own hunch that he was following. Based on what they knew, Fred had felt guilty about a car accident, but there wasn't concrete evidence of anyone calling him out on what happened. And Max felt guilty about Billy, someone who was already gone.

Steve's hunch brought him to the Carver household. He still had just enough of his golden boy status to win Jason's parents over and let him into their home, still mourning the loss of their son. Steve didn't need to wait long.

He heard the screeching of bats and then a few of them broke through a window. Steve grabbed the frat paddle he had spied when he entered and smacked them away from Mr. and Mrs. Carver. Seeing as everything was a hivemind, he knew Eddie must have felt before he saw.

"Steve Harrington, as I live and breath", Eddie drawled as he entered the house through the door he had broken through.

Steve had little time to prepare for tonight but he thinks he pulled off the perfect one-two punch with his outfit. His brightest, tightest jeans along with a black shirt that had the sleeves ripped off. Steve leaned against the wall and even let his hips cock out a bit.

"Come here often, Munson?"

In the darkness, he was sure he saw something familiar spark in Eddie's eyes. It was the same light he saw when he'd called Steve metal, or when he flirted while stealing that rv, and that had definitely been flirting.

"Steve", Eddie called out in a weak voice, a cry for help before his features hardened as well as his voice. "You can't save him."

Eddie disappeared but Steve was not deterred because he was right. Eddie was still in there and he could reach in to him.

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Steve pulled out all the stops then. The next time they met, Steve was laid out on the lunch table in the dark cafeteria like he was waiting for Eddie to come home after a long day of work. When they came face to face at the picnic area by the school, he sat right on the table, legs spread out enticingly.

When Eddie tried fighting him for the first time, Steve had him pinned to a tree and made sure their bodies were pressed out as close as could possibly be.

Sometimes Steve doubted himself. But he knew he had Eddie whenever he saw that light in his eyes. So he didn't shy away from any part of him, even the newer additions. Whenever he could, he touched Eddie. Wrapped a curly lock around his finger as an excuse to say close. Even kissed those blackened and bloodied hands of his.

When he did that, Steve got a thrill. He didn't forget what Eddie was capable of. If he truly wanted, Eddie could rip him to shreds whenever he wanted. But he let Steve get close. Let him get soft with him.

Victory was his when Eddie finally expelled Vecna from his mind completely. And now they didn't just have a friend returned from the dead. They had an ally with a backdoor to their enemy.

Of course Steve felt absolutely vindicated that his plan had actually worked. But he only felt true triumph when he got to watch Eddie help take Vecna down, rip him to literal shreds actually. And then for him to turn those hands, covered in blood and viscera and gently hold him as they kissed for all the world to see.

So yeah, the Harrington charm still had some juice in it.