#there wasn't a SINGLE other thought behind that 😭

[kyokutsu-sama]

Headcanons| Reader slapping their butts to see their reaction

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Characthers: Tengen, Rengoku, Sanemi

A/n: This one was a very random one that popped into my head but believe me I laughed so hard writing this😅😭

Tw: slighty suggestive

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Tengen :

He had been asking for this for a long time. Oh, he really was... It was already a habit of his to do this every time he passed by you, no matter where he was. Not only with you but also with his other wives. It seemed like his hands were already trained for the occasion. And the worst part was that damn smirk or, when it wasn't that, the little jokes he took pleasure in making, especially when he saw your embarrassed face. He always came out victorious, but today you told yourself that you would get revenge on him. You were in the living room when you saw him come in and greet you with his typical smile, and you smiled back (with vengeful intentions that he couldn't even imagine). "How was your day?" You asked "It was good, but tiring. I think I'm going to take a shower." He said as he took off his kimono and placed it on the sofa seat "You'll see that it'll feel lighter later." You nodded He turned his back and in a quick movement you stood up and gave him a big slap on the butt that made him look back, indignant at the action. "Nice ass!" You shouted with a laugh afterwards "Feeling playful today, is that it? How flashy!" "Now we're even, my love." You smiled and he smirked at the teasing "You really think you're that funny, don't you? Well, I'm going to give you the treatment, you brat. Come here." He grabbed you and threw you on his shoulder, returning the slap on your ass like you did to him "Tengen, put me down!" You said, punching his back, but he just laughed at the scandal you were making "Only after I resolve this here, my dear." He said, entering the bathroom with you and closing the door

Sanemi :

Sanemi was just like Tengen. He didn't miss a single opportunity to spank you. Especially when you were wearing skirts. That shit seemed like a joke to him, but he seemed to have no idea how strong he was because he always left a big, bright red mark that would show up later. Or maybe he was aware of his strength and just did it on purpose so you could appreciate the mark of his hand later. He still made a point of looking at you with that damn smile on his face. "Oh, but he's really asking for it." You thought, every time he did that One day, you saw him training the demon slayer corps and smiled, seeing that he was having an opportunity right in front of you. You waited for him to finish and then you saw him enter the mansion. He was walking down the hallway when suddenly your hand went straight to his ass with a strong slap that made him turn around suddenly and with his eyes wide open. You laughed so hard at his face, but he didn't find it funny. However, it was just on the outside because on the inside he was eager to get back at you for the joke (and for the courage too) "Are you crazy or something?" He said with his usual uspet voice while you laughed "What's wrong, baby?" You said, recovering from your laughter. "You only like to do it with me, huh? Don't you like it when I fight back?" You took small steps towards him with a teasing smile, which made him even crazier "I'm going to make you pay for this, you brat!" He threatened "Only if you catch me, Mr. Shinazugawa." You said, getting ready to run away from him In seconds, he reached you and grabbed you from behind, immobilizing you, who still had a silly smile on face, despite already knowing how it would end... "Don't you think it's stupid of you to challenge the wind hashira to a race, silly brat?" He whispered in a hoarse voice in your ear and you shivered. "Don't worry, I'll make sure to wipe that stupid smile off your face, after all, I got you and now you won't scape so soon...Only when I order you to." He said, turning you around and picking you up, taking you to the bedroom Well, at least now you know not to tease someone with a short temper. Especially if his name is Sanemi Shinazugawa, your boyfriend.

Rengoku :

Unlike the other two above, Rengoku doesn't have this habit. Unless he's feeling playful or trying to tease you. But other than those two situations, you won't have to worry about protecting your butt every time he walks by or when you walk in front of him on the stairs. However, you can't help but want to turn the tables that day and give him a little slap too to make things even, since he walked by you today and ended up doing that as a joke. You were at the Hashiras' meeting and you were looking at him occasionally and seeing him so serious made you want to break that air. But not there with everyone watching. When you got home and he was in front of you, you slapped his ass and he just turned to face you with a little smile on his lips after being caught off guard by the act. "What was that for, y/n?" He asked and you laughed "Your butt was looking so nice now, it's soft too." You joked and he laughed at your words "Should I be thanking you for complimenting my ass like that?" "I don't know, what do you think?" "Well, if you like it I won't say anything." "To be honest, I was just reciprocating what you did to me before the meeting and I also did it because you were looking too serious and I thought the smile suited you better. You are too handsome to be serious." You said, holding his hands "You think so?How cute of you, my dear." "Yeah." "Come here, honey." He said, pulling you into a hug. When you hugged him, he gave your ass a hard slap and you let out a little squeal, much to his laughter. "Kyo, you idiot!" You said, pulling away and punching him lightly in the chest and he laughed "I was also just trying to put a smile on your face." He joked and you giggled He is undoubtedly very playful with you and will always respond to your jokes.

[exhaslo]

Hii exh!! I was wondering if u can do a request I have in mind, it’s basically CEO!Cold!Miguel x shy!Sweet!reader and Miguel literally needs stress relief but only reader can help him but as he fucks her in his office, he starts saying the most non sense shit about how he always stalks & admires her every time he sees her at work or home which has reader hella shocked and he also has a big breeding kink def :3 (this is my first time writing a request and I’m sorry if I didn’t explain right idk how to explain stuff😭)

I love me some cold!Miguel x shy!Reader shit. I'll write the hell out of this one, haha. Also, you are totally fine, thank you for allowing me to be the first one to receive your first request!!

So sorry that I'm writing this hella late tho. I had so many requests in December that it wasn't even funny. *cries*

Warning: MINORS DNI, smut, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, overstimulation, rough sex

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There were a lot of things Miguel hated about himself. Most, if not all of them, involved his thoughts about you. Every time you entered his mind, Miguel had the dirtiest thoughts. The worst intensions and the most horrible habits.

It all started when you got hired in his company. Lyla was looking for some new accountants to ease with the heavy workload. You were nearly hiding amongst the new hires. It was cute to think how you tried to hide yourself behind the other women.

Miguel took notice of you since you had such a low and soft voice. You quietly handed in your work to Lyla and always quickly fled. Miguel's gaze was always on you. How someone so shy and sweet ended up in the palm of his devilish hands.

Miguel's thoughts of you grew more obsessive. He needed you. He wanted you. Thoughts of you sitting on his cock started to flood his mind at one point when you cried over a mistake in paperwork. Miguel could give you a reason to cry. He could easily fill you up, having you sob in pleasure.

Miguel nearly lost his common sense when you came in on Valentine's day with cookies for everyone in your department. It felt horrible and disgusting, but Miguel approached you with sexual thoughts.

"Ah, h-hello, sir," You said with a soft stutter, surprised to see the CEO in front of you. Miguel just smiled casually,

"(Y/N), how are you?" He asked, walking with you to the elevator.

You felt your cheeks fluster as you walked beside Miguel. Gripping against your skirt, you replied to him quietly. You could barely pay attention to anything aside from your racing heart. You gasped as Miguel chuckled towards you, allowing you inside the elevator first.

"How kind of you to bring treats for everyone," Miguel said, his tone a little harsh. You froze,

"I-I'm s-sorry, sir. I-I can um, bring you some!" You panicked. Miguel's gaze was heavy on you as he pressed the emergency stop button, "S-Sir-"

"What if I want something else?" He asked, his voice heavy against your ear. You felt your body tremble,

"L-Like?"

The next moment, you were against the elevator wall, moaning loudly as Miguel's cock bullied your pussy. Your skirt riled up as your breasts bounced out of your bra. Drool rolling down your lips as you moaned and whimpered Miguel's name.

Miguel's thick, meaty cock, making a home inside your tight velvet walls as he pounded you. Shaking as you felt yourself about to cum again, you cried out his name. Miguel held your hips closer to his as he slapped himself inside your pussy deeper, giving you a heavy load of his cum.

"Good girl," He whispered in your ear before fixing your panties and skirt. You bit your lower lip and trembled at the feeling of his cum dripping out of you,

"Y-Yes, sir," You panted softly. Miguel lifted you up, kissing you before having the elevator move again.

"When I call, come to my office, okay?"

"Y-Yes, s-sir."

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Miguel's obsession with you only grew once he finally had a taste. Miguel made you that you were single and stayed that way. Only he could have you for himself. Miguel wanted you to be his. The only way he saw that was to fuck a baby into you.

You were such the perfect woman for him. You came when called and showered Miguel with attention. Even when he wasn't drilling his dick into your needy pussy, you were there for him. Miguel loved how you were already mother material.

"Um, sir?" You whispered, entering his office. Miguel glanced up at you, smiling devilishly,

"(Y/N), you know what to call me when we're alone."

"S-Sorry, Miguel. T-There were um...p-people at your door." You hurried over to his desk, placing a small box down, "Um...I...I hope you don't mind, but I-I heard it was the anniversary of the company. S-So, congrats!" You chirped.

Miguel glanced at the box, then towards you. He patted his desk, watching you obey and sit on it. With a lick of his lips, Miguel reached for the box as you slowly undid your shirt. His eyes were always on you. You were still so shy despite taking his dick many times.

"How thoughtful," Miguel hummed, glancing at the small present you got him.

You smiled brightly as Miguel admired the gift. It wasn't long before he returned his attention to you. His body already pressing yours against his desk as he lifted your skirt up once more. His fingers stroking your panties, watching you shake under his touch.

"You also wore the new lingerie set I got you, such a good girl."

"Mhpm~"

You tried to hide your smile as you melted under Miguel's touch. It was embarrassing the first few times you let him fuck you, but you loved every second of it. It was like a dream come true. You cared about Miguel and despite his cold attitude, you wanted to believe that he cared about you too.

"Spread your legs for me,"

Doing as he said, you bit your lower lip from anticipation. Miguel liked to fuck you rough and deep. You always stumbled and struggled to walk after your quick sessions. You felt embarrassed if you were to admit that you wanted him to keep fucking you.

"So wet for me already, what a naughty girl," Miguel hummed as he held his cock, pressing it against your hole, "But you did give me a gift, so I should reward you, right?"

"R-Reward...or..p-punishment...I'll take both," You whispered. Miguel smirked as he pushed his cock into your wet pussy,

"That's riiiiiight. You're such a good girl that you'll take both," Miguel hummed as he slapped his dick into you, "My slutty good girl likes my dick no matter how I give it, right?"

"T-That's r-right!" You moaned out, gripping onto Miguel's jacket as he pounded you.

"Such a slutty pussy. Listen to how loud it's sucking me in. Do you want everyone to hear you take my dick so loud?"

"N-No~" You cried out, covering your face. Miguel chuckled as he spread your legs wider, watching a white ring form against his dick,

"Did you cum already? So soon, now, now, I didn't give you permission."

"M-Miggy~ Mig~" You moaned, flinging your head back as he rubbed against your sweet spot.

"Making it easier for me to fuck a baby into you, right? That's what you want, huh?" Miguel chuckled as he fasten his pace, ready to give you his first load, "You always hurry home, making sure you have plenty of time to fuck yourself to me ravishing you."

"Mhm~!" You shivered as Miguel poured his cum into your womb.

"Always preparing yourself for my dick. Such a good girl, getting yourself ready whenever I call for you," Miguel grunted in your ear as he continued his rough thrusts.

"Ah~ M-Mig~ T-Too much!" You begged. Miguel raised a brow as he started to slow down his thrusts, rubbing your clit in resposne,

"Too much? But don't you love screaming my name at night when you're home and lonely?" Miguel said harshly. You were shaking, whining as Miguel went slower,

"I-I do!"

"Then what should you be saying?" Miguel asked. You arched your back, whining as you tried to suck Miguel back in,

"D-Don't stop! P-Please fill m-my pussy, Miggy!"

"And?"

"Ah~ d-destroy me~ M-Make me yours~ P-Please! Please!" You begged.

Miguel complied as he returned to his rough thrusts. You cried and moaned louder as you cam against his dick once more. Miguel watched in amusement as your juices covered his cock. Your sweet, fucked out expression just begging for more.

Your body was shaking from overstimulation as Miguel kept toying with your clit and breasts. You were a babbling mess as Miguel pressed you into mating position. His cum filling your womb once more before he kept going.

"Let me make you a mother, (Y/N). Don't you want my child?"

"Yesh~" You whimpered.

"Say it," Miguel demanded. You rolled your eyes back, nearly gasping at the feeling of Miguel feeling you up even more,

"G-Gimme...yer baby, Migs." You begged.

Like music to his ears, Miguel kept his word. He made sure to keep giving you his load of cum until his next meeting that is. By the time he had to leave, Miguel fixed you up and placed your on his couch he had in his office. You slept soundly until he returned.

"(Y/N), let's go." Miguel whispered, waking you from your slumber. You whimpered in response, shaking as he helped you up,

"Sir..."

"Now, now. You know what to call me," Miguel chuckled darkly as you stumbled behind him.

"Migueeeel," You whispered, reaching out for him.

Miguel held your waist, leading you to his limo. A smirk clearly on his face as he led you inside. Once the car started to move, Miguel placed you on his lap, having you sit on his cock while he took you to his place.

"We're not going to stop until I give you my child, (Y/N)." Miguel whispered in your ear. You held onto Miguel, trembling against his cock as you felt him push back the cum that was already inside you,

"Y-Yes, Miguel,"

Miguel chuckled lowly as he held you in place. His sweet little worker was doing such a good job. Miguel hated how much he loved the thought of tainting your precious body. Miguel hated how much he loved filling you with his cock.

"Oh, (Y/N), my pretty little dick accessory. Tell me, what are you?" Miguel asked with a cruel tone.

"Y-Your good girl," You moaned in response.

Miguel just smirked as he had you bounce on him. Your face growing more flustered as you came against his dick. Miguel just held your hips, leaning back and watching you be his good girl. His sweet girl who would do anything for him.

"I'm going to make you my wife, (Y/N). You're going to have my baby and be mine. Doesn't that sound nice?"

"Mhm~ Yes, Miggy!"

"That's my good girl."

Miguel's smirk never faded as he continued to ravish your body until you finally pregnant with his child. Miguel made you his personal assistant, allowing you to assist him with his every need. You were his sweet, precious good girl.

And he wasn't letting you go.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

[jsprnt]

Americano PT. 14 | Jude Bellingham x Reader

What happens if two individuals who absolutely despise each other are forced to interact after unforeseen events occur?

A/N: I don’t want this to end omgg😭😭

W/C: 2.879

part thirteen

"y/n?"

She looks up from her phone, brows furrowing slightly as she recognizes the voice coming from behind her bedroom door, along with the soft sound of a knock against the wood.

Dropping her phone against her pillow, she hurries up to the door. Hand reaching for the door knob and a click resonates through the hallway.

"Jude?" She whispers, heat immediately creeping up to her face when she makes eye contact with the equally anxious-looking Jude.

After the sudden burst of emotions, resulting in a hurried conversation, hours earlier in the closet at the party, they had been interrupted by loud banging against the door.

Panicking at first, they had gone completely wide-eyed. Jude immediately started to fix his shirt and its annoying buttons. While y/n stared up at him with nerves running through her veins.

Whoever it was, she knew that it would be insanely suspicious for them to leave the small room together.

It had been quite a few minutes since the New Year’s countdown, and no doubt their friends and colleagues would soon start looking for them both to celebrate new beginnings.

Only when the banging subdued, she'd dared to pull the door handle down, opening the squeaking door. Not seeing anyone standing at the door, probably exhausted from pounding against the hard wood and giving up, she looked behind her, seeing Jude nod at her in reassurance.

They'd split up, and talk about it later, at home. Away from the prying eyes and cameras.

The hours had passed by in a blur, and before they knew it- they were being driven home by her dad. Who had been absolutely thrilled at how well the event had been organized and gone, much like the years before.

The tension in the car had been almost palpable, though it wasn't full of malice or hatred. No, this time it was of giddiness and sneaky little glances at each other.

Curious about the future and outcome of the conversation that would follow when they got home.

y/n grabs onto Jude's hand, his hand touching her soft skin, pressing onto it, and feeling her fastening pulse.

Closing the door behind him, she looks up at him. Unreadable expression on her face.

"Is my dad asleep?" She whispers, keeping her voice down for reasons she does know. The house was big enough for her father to not hear them speak to each other, especially when he was asleep.

"Went to bed half an hour ago.." He replies, not returning the hushed whisper.

She nods, taking a step back, her shoulders dropping as some tension leaves her body at the reassurance of not being caught or interrupted.

"Good.." She says, suddenly conscious of the fact that they were alone in her room. Bed unmade, clothes thrown over her desk chair, and a vanity full of makeup and hair products not yet put away in their respective drawers.

Obviously, she had never thought this would happen tonight..

Jude is in her room, in her safe sanctuary from all that's stressful and evil. A place where she could retreat to empty her mind while reading or scrolling mindlessly through her phone.

He had been there- probably a handful of times. Every single one of those times, she'd complained or almost screamed at him to leave. When he'd try to pester her about how long she was taking to get ready for work, or sometimes even managing to convince her to drive him to his Spanish classes.

But, this time is different. She isn't annoyed or angry. Wanting to yell at him for entering her space.

Instead, there is not one inch of her being that wants him out of her room, not this time.

"Do you still want to talk?" He questions, hand moving to switch on the lights. Creating some visual clarity of their faces.

She squints at first, immediately noticing that he's changed out of his suit, now dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a soft-looking T-shirt.

"Yeah, of course.."

She trails off, raising her brows and pointing to her bed with her thumb.

Oh, very bad look.

"We can sit and- talk, obviously.." She adds, cursing her nerves.

She watches Jude's reaction intently, confused when a smile tugs at his lips.

He chuckles, the corners of his eyes crinkling as his pearly whites show. Raising his hand, he places it on her shoulder, squeezing reassuringly.

"You're good, we'll just talk.."

Without waiting for her to say anything else, his hand moves to hers. Pulling her towards the soft mattress of her bed.

She sits back comfortably, across him as she leans back into her soft pillows.

"So.." She begins, folding her legs, the corners of her mouth twitching as she holds back a little laugh. A mix of both nerves and curiosity brewing in her heart.

"I meant it, what I said..” He cuts her off, overhead light hitting his cheekbones, lighting up his chiseled face.

"I know we haven't been- the most civil to one other. Hell- I've probably been horrible to you, even at times when I was unaware of it..”

She puffs out a breath at his words, eyes flickering down to their hands, still intertwined.

The hand, usually itching to punch him in the face, at too many instances to count, now pressed right against his.

“It’s fine, I’ve done the same..” She replies, voice breathy, almost a whisper.

He hums, parting his lips to speak. Thumb running across the back of her hand.

“There’s quite no one like you.. I’ve never had anyone get so under my skin, especially the very first time we met..”

She grins at the memory, it felt like ages ago at this point, though in reality it had only been half a year ago.

“My coffee wasn’t hot, you know..” She teases, looking into his equally playful eyes.

“It wasn’t about the coffee, other staff handed me a new shirt immediately. It was about the fact that I was so insanely nervous, and you scared the shit out of me. You literally appeared out of nowhere..”

“Hey! I apologized like fifty times, but it was you throwing nasty remarks and looks after the fact..” She points an accusatory finger his way, brows quirking up.

“Forgive me, I guess I held a grudge against you for that..” He chuckles, amused by her animated reaction. Heart drumming against his chest, and raising his body temperature.

He wouldn’t admit it now, but the first glimpse he’d gotten of her face, he was fucking hooked on her beauty.

Though, he had immediately shoved that thought away, realizing his brand-new, white kit was stained. The once-full cup in the shocked, then-unknown girl’s hand, had spilled all over him.

Of course, no one would be happy at the sight. In fact, some people would’ve been absolutely pissed. In the moment, full of nerves and trying to fit in, Jude couldn’t help but immediately form an opinion of her.

As humans, we very often judge others by their appearance, or actions in the moment. It wouldn’t matter at that second what had happened before or after the interaction, and Jude was no different than other people.

“Okay, but seriously- you actually like me? No joke or anything?” It genuinely sounded like a primary school confession, and she’d honestly rather not continue this conversation if she kept embarrassing herself.

“I’m serious, y/n.. Fuck, you’re literally making my heart beat out of my chest. I’ve been going crazy trying to explain this feeling to myself for weeks!” He exclaims, breath quickening as he gets more and more passionate.

“Weeks?” She questions, leaning in to fix her posture.

“Weeks, months, whatever.. I’ve been thinking of you nonstop, ever since that drunk night- you’ve been all I can think about. I didn’t want to overwhelm or embarrass you, because you looked very frazzled when I told you about what happened that night..”

He takes a deep breath, voice shaking towards the end of his sentence. “As much as a cocky or calm person I can be at times, you’ve made me strip that away, only because I want to show you how good I can be. How much you’ve affected my heart and soul. I was in denial for far too long, until I could finally find a name for this feeling..”

Her lips part, blinking rapidly at the sudden onslaught of deep and vulnerable words. y/n squeezes his hand, looking down at their intertwined fingers.

“You’re cute, so cute..” She finally says, a small laugh leaving her lips. Unlike earlier, she’s managed to hide the nervousness in her body, instead her hands shake slightly.

“To be honest, I realized how I felt only when we spent time apart, especially after we spent so much time together when you moved in. Although, I can’t lie- it felt like being tortured at first. It made me remember how sweet you were at times, though I didn’t notice or thank you at the time.”

“I- was just being a decent person, you know I’ve got my morals either way..”

“No, from you protecting me from situations I didn’t want to be in- to helping me out when I needed it. It wouldn’t be right if I don’t own up to it. I’ve been shitty person to you too at times..” She interrupts, showing the upmost vulnerability in her eyes.

The entire house is silent, except for their voices echoing against the walls. If it were possible to hear their heartbeats without holding an ear against one another’s chest- it was no denying that they were beating in unison. The same fastening and slowing down of their heartbeats, probably symmetrically visible on an electrocardiogram if they were measured.

“I didn’t take your feelings into consideration at times, especially when you moved in at first. You were probably unsure and feeling unsafe. Maybe, even scared to live in a foreign place..” She can feel her eyes moisten, glimmering in the light as she pours out every single feeling in her chest.

“I’m sorry..” She finishes, blinking repeatedly to fix the blurriness of her vision.

“Don’t get emotional on me now..” He teases, though his voice is filled with affection and sweetness.

He raises his hand, cupping her jaw, and running his fingers down her jawline. Caressing the soft skin with the tips of his fingers.

It immediately sends chills down her spine, the good, positive ones, of course. It makes her breath hitch, and a single tear drops down her cheek. Cascading off the skin, and falling down her jawline, onto her lap.

His eyes roam down her face, a thumb swiping away the wetness on her soft cheek. Makeup ruined now, although it wasn’t very salvageable after all the dancing she had done throughout the celebratory night.

“I love you..” She mutters, for the first time in her life- the words actually mean something more. It’s not the ones you tell your family, solely platonic.

Not like the ones you tell your teenage crushes. The crushes you develop only to kill time during boring English and Math classes in the morning. Something that would motivate you to roam around the school to catch a glimpse of them, causing your young heart to flutter and blush.

“I love you too..” He replies, and it’s no longer possible for him to keep his emotions in check. His eyes water as well, though she’s unable to catch the sight herself, when he pulls her in closer. Pressing another kiss on her lips.

His lips move desperately against hers, wanting to convey any other unspoken words and wanting to consume every single one of hers.

Her lips are warm, soft from the gloss she’d applied earlier. His plump lips pressed against hers, making her heart flutter with pleasure.

Shared breaths full of need and want, though both of them still surprised about how everything had come down to this single moment in time.

“Thank you, Jude. I’ll see you later..” I smile, a genuine one I had given him for the first time after a post-match interview.

“I’ll see you later..” He replies, winking discreetly as a grin pulls at his lips. Jude walks away almost immediately, his hand brushing against my leg as he retreats back into the changing room.

Fuck, literally, how much could my thoughts and opinions on him change in a matter of weeks? It took as much as some time apart for me to realize them, or how intense they were..

I hold back a smile as he closes the door behind him, mostly because his winking is more of a blink than anything..

He’s cute, woah- I never thought those words would actually be said out loud or thought of by me..

“You okay?”

I flinch at the sudden voice, my head and attention snapping back to make eye contact with a curious-looking Luis.

“I’m fine.. Why are you asking me?” I say, starting to pack his camera bag, shoving random cables and documents in both the small and big compartments.

“You look a little- lost..” He observes, tutting his tongue, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Yeah, I have a little cold.” I lie, the painfully awful lie falling from my mouth before I can register it.

“I thought so, you’re wearing a turtleneck. Though, don’t you hate turtlenecks? I have literally never seen you in one- in all these two- almost three years..”

My throat closes up at the sudden comment, my eyes moving from the zipper of the bag I’m stuffing full, to him.

“It’s been really cold lately. Maybe I should make an appointment at the doctor’s office to check my iron levels again..”

“Cold? But, you said you hated the way they constricted your neck..” He presses on, grabbing the heavy bag off of me.

“I guess I’m exchanging being comfortable for being uncomfortable..” I say, hurriedly walking ahead of him, hoping he’ll stop talking soon enough.

“Okay..” Luis trails off, his voice full of confusion, and I can hear him walk even faster to catch up with me.

“Did you see the hotel we’re staying at for the Super Cup?! When I tell you it’s insane, they literally have these huge chandeliers in every room, and the restaurant on the rooftop has like..” He changes the topic when he realizes my want to, and I take a deep breath in gratitude.

Jude and I, though it was very difficult, had decided to keep our relationship, something we had confirmed only a couple nights ago, very private, for now.

Knowing the circumstances of our situation, we thought everyone should figure it out on their own.

We didn’t want to make it too obvious. We weren’t going to scream or rave about it, and I was insanely grateful Jude would go along with my wishes to begin slow.

Well, at least in the sense that other people were allowed to know..

We were co-workers in a certain way, after all, and we didn’t exactly know what the club’s reaction would be..

"What are you doing?” Jude appears in the threshold of y/n’s room. Knocking on her door, to notify her, even though it’s wide open.

“Huh? Packing..” She replies, bent over her pink suitcase, fretting over the clothes, shoes, and makeup she should and shouldn’t pack.

January in Riyadh and Madrid weren’t that much different from each other. Though with the latter city definitely a little hotter, she needed some thinner and cooler fabrics to feel comfortable while working.

He grins to himself, chuckling at her stressed form, and walks up to her. His muscular arms snaking around her waist, as he intertwines his fingers on her abdomen.

She freezes for a moment, moving her head to look back at him. Even so, a soft smile tugs at her lips, a sigh leaving her mouth at the ticklish and unfamiliar feeling.

“You know, I could never categorize you as the clingy boyfriend type..” She says, feeling his chest press up against her back. His heart beating against her shirt.

“You don’t know a lot of things about me, yet..” He says, making her move her body, turning, so she can look up at him.

“Oh, yeah?” She asks challengingly, lashes fluttering as his hands move down to the small of her back.

“I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I-”

He’s cut off by y/n moving out of his hold, confusion and sadness on his face at her movements.

Did he move too fast? I mean, they literally had-

“Dad?” She mutters, nervous smile on her lips. Her eyes widened and panicked as they dart from her boyfriend to her father.

Jude freezes on the spot, eyes closing in denial. Not wanting to turn around and face her father’s protectiveness.

Jude and her father had actually gotten increasingly closer these past weeks. With seeing each other both at home and in the law firm to further inform him and his mother on the case.

But surviving this, he’d have to man up. Own up to the fact that he was head over heels for the older man’s only daughter.

[dinogoofymutated]

Okay, since requests are open, I wanted to ask for something, especially after seeing that you are comfortable with most male characters.

I present:

Scott Summers x fem!reader who's just a little too rebelious and annoying for his taste but he still can't help but love her? Like, enemies to lovers kind of style?

If you want to do a oneshot or headcanons is up to you, I'm just starving for Scott content.

Don't know, if you wanna do is, especially since he's not everyone's cup of tea, but I thought "hey, give it a try, maybe she wants to try someting different" so here I go

Anyway, love your work, you#re amazing <3

Cyclops/GN!Reader I've had this prompt saved in my drafts for SO LONG. Basically since the moment it came in!! I was so happy you sent this in bc i had been thinking about writing for Scott, but then I couldn't think of a good enough way to carry this out so I waited on it for a good bit until I had it down to a science!! Hope you enjoy!! Man, I started writing this and then realised I had to make a banner for him too 😭 I did this to myself tho Most of the characters I write for are written as combinations from different x-men media, but I'm still figuring out how I want to characterise Scott since he's a new character for me. Just wanted to put this out there in case I change how I write for him in future fics. (also, let me know how you feel about him in this one! Tell me if yall think I should tweak his attitude a bit :) ) Edit from the future: I started this draft so long ago and damn did it turn out long. TWs: Idk at the moment, will add if I think of any! Reader has a specific power that is kinda vague at first. I've written them out at the very bottom BUT if u read u will spoil the surprise of the fic so fair warning

Scott does not like you. At least, not anymore.

You've known each other for a long time, both coming to Xavier's school within weeks of each other. You used to be friends- or at least friendly. But as you both grew and learned more about yourselves and your powers, a gap began to form, and then continued to grow once both of you became members of the x-men.

It's not like he didn't notice your tendency for rebellious behavior before, but on the field? the two of you clashed more than ever. He's doing his best out here, and the last thing he needs as a leader is both you and Logan going out of your way to put yourselves in dangerous situations because you think you know better.

And the moment you get back to the mansion? You clash all over again- and over the dumbest things. You practically avoid him all of the time, refuse to spar with him unless you're forced, will scoot away from him if he has to sit next to you on game nights. It's like the very thought of brushing against him is enough to get under your skin.

The moment the blackbird lands, you should have known what to expect. But you're in such a good mood, with the mission having gone well despite all odds. Sure, you didn't exactly follow Cyclops' foolproof plan, but when did you ever?

Scott is standing at the end of the ramp when the doors open, watching with a rather sour look on his face as you laugh with Jubilee, the others trailing shortly behind. He crosses his arms, and you barely stop short of him, acting like you had never seen him in the first place as you sigh, nodding at the others to go ahead before finally turning to him and crossing your own arms.

"Go ahead. Say your piece." You say. It only stokes the irritation in him, and he scowls.

"You can't go one, single mission and actually listen to what I say, can you?" He snaps. You roll your eyes, knowing that if he had it his way, you'd never have gone on the mission at all. Still, you stand defiantly, unwilling to back down.

"Look, you weren't even there, you can't expect me to-"

"It would be different if I was there, but I wasn't." Scott interrupts you, and the aggravation it lights in you is practically all-consuming. You can't hold back your scowl. "You were the only senior member of the team on that plane, do you understand how detrimental it could have been if you had gotten hurt, or worse?!" Oh, what a load of horseshit. It's alway the boy scout schtick with him- I'm the leader, do what I say, If I was there none of this would have happened- what an asshole! Hell, in the second half you might have actually thought he was concerned for you and the team, but you knew better.

"Don't act like you actually give a damn, Summers." You snap. "Everyone is fine, no one got hurt, I don't see your problem." You're done with this. You're tired, sweaty, exhausted, and the last thing you want to be doing right now is talking with him. You knock shoulders with him as you brush past, but he reaches out and grabs you by the arm. You feel a mix of strong emotions- anger, concern, frustration- and thoughts swim in your head, before snatching your arm away from him like you'd been burned. He pauses for a second as you whip around and look at him, a rage in your eyes. He still looks at you with that stupid, stubborn look on his face.

"I get that you think I'm just some stuck-up asshole, but there's a reason I get angry when you do something reckless." His voice has lost the smallest a bit of fire. You scoff at him immediately, before turning away to storm out.

"Eat shit."

So no. things weren't exactly cool between you two.

It's not like you weren't friends at some point though, back when you were kids. You didn't know what happened to cause this rift, but he only really thought of you as some reckless idiot as of late, and you didn't care to learn anything else about what was going on in his brain.

Unfortunately, that didn't mean you could avoid him forever. Not when the both of you are on a team.

You only realise how much pain you're in when the blackbird's autopilot clicks on. Your suit was scuffed and worn in some areas, starting to burn at the edges of your sleeves as the protective coating started to wear away. You noticed it in the midst of battle, trying to focus on manipulating debri to a colder temperature rather than a hot one, but sometimes you can't afford to be picky in fights. Your suit may have been temperature resistant, but you were temperature invulnerable. Besides, heat did the most damage anyway.

You frown a bit at the sight of your burnt sleeves. Normally, you'd be worried that Hank would be mad at having to make a new suit again, but if anything you were sure he'd be grateful for the challenge of improving it. Scott was really the only one who would scold you for it, always coming back to the same arguments of being too reckless, ect, ect... and speaking of Scott, he was being awfully quiet right now.

The cockpit is empty exempt for the two of you, being the only two assigned to the mission. Scott is sat in the pilot's chair, and you can't really see much of him besides the top of his head. He's silent, and it makes you worried.

When you stand and walk. over to him, his face looks pained. You're sure his eyes are closed under his signature visor, his head leaning back limply in the chair, hair tussled. You furrow your eyebrows. You knew he'd be tired, but he's not usually this burned out.

"Scott? You alright?" You ask. he only hums in response. It's then when you realise what's wrong.

"Migraine?" You ask, and he hums in the affirmative. You wince at the thought. You knew he got migraines often, especially when using his mutation more than usual, and having migraines yourself, you knew he was hurting. You take a look at where the emergency aid box usually is, knowing it had painkillers, but the space is empty, and you sigh to yourself when you remember you used it on a local- Scott agreeing with you for once when you wanted to leave it with them for any more emergencies. You look back at Scott, and think for a moment more.

Scott jumps when you place a cold hand on his forehead, having settled your weight on the back of the chair behind him. It sparks a feeling of surprise.

"What are you doing?" Scott asks, and instead of his usual accusatory tone, he just sounds tired.

"Don't be a baby." You respond, chilling both hands and combing through his hair gently. Scott is confused as all hell. Why were you doing this? You go out of your way to avoid him at any cost, and then... this? What even was this?

But... he'd be lying if it didn't feel nice. Scott begins to relax underneath you as you continue to comb through his scalp, pressing gentle touches to his forehead as you do so. It's... it feels good.

"My mom used to do this when I was little." You say softly, after a long moment of silence. "Whenever I had a migraine, she'd run her hands under cold water for a long time, lay my head in her lap, and run her hands through my hair. The cold usually helped." Scott's shoulder's are sagging now, and he sighs every once in a while. Although he doesn't say anything, you don't need to ask. There's a question beginning to brim, but you answer it before he can even speak- saving him the effort of talking in the midst of his pain.

"...And it just felt nice to feel her play with my hair, I guess. 'figured it might help you, too."

You try not to dwell on whatever thoughts begin to swirl after that.

It's hard to tell when things shift after that. Even harder for Scott to understand why.

Eventually you go from avoiding him at any given chance, stiff and petty with your actions, to casual. Not quite friendly, but almost.

"And... Right hand red!" Jubilee calls from the couch, having entirely too much fun for someone who isn't even playing this game. Everyone who's already lost has dispersed, either playing a different game or having good conversation. The game of twister had started with four? Maybe five of you? But at the moment, it was just down to you and Scott. -The two of you being way too competitive to let the other win. At the moment, both of you were in a bit of a strange position, with Scott managing to crawl over you at some point. Aside from that, the game had been going on for uncomfortably long- long enough for the pizza to get here.

The doorbell rings and it's pretty instantaneous when people start to flock to the kitchen for the feast, Jubilee included. There's a flicker of panic in both of you as she quickly leaves.

"Hey!-"

"Jubilee! Wait!"

"You'll be fine, you big babies!" She calls out, giggling in her pursuit of the cheesy goodness. That just leaves you and Scott on the matt, pressed together in some places and a but uncomfortable, but awkwardly? Still competeting.

"God, that pizza smells good." Scott groans from above you, the smell of food becoming more and more tempting. You think about it, for a half a second maybe, but that competitive little devil on your shoulder gets to you before your stomach can.

"You know what? why don't you go ahead and grab a piece!" You say, causing Scott to cock an eyebrow at you.

"What, and let you win? Not a chance." He huffs. You shrug best you can, it was worth a shot! Neither of you were going to budge any time soon, determined not to let the other win. But the longer you stayed pressed together...

It's not like you hadn't noticed how handsome Scott was. Hell, who wouldn't? Even Logan isn't immune to his good looks, but obviously you weren't going to be... wierd, about it. You're just playing a game, right? But the sight of him above you, slightly flushed, shifting every once in a while while keeping his balance? It was... tempting.

It doesn't take long for other thoughts to begin swimming around, worming their way into your mind. The two of you in various states of undress... gasping, gripping onto one another... marks on his neck, your lips swollen and stained by the lipstick your wearing tonight.

Each and every thought leaves you more flustered than before, slipping on the plastic mat and accidentally knocking into one of Scott's weight bearing arms and sending the two of you colliding into the floor. You hear Scott let out a noise of pain and you're not down there for long before you shove him off of you, face burning as you grumble about his win. You stalk off without much fanfare, leaving Scott a bit befuddled.

"What was that all about?"

But regardless of how aggravated you made eachother sometimes, everyone has their breaking point...

You're surprised when Scott kisses you in the hall some weeks later, less than a second after a heated spat started to take a bit of a turn, but to be honest? You were into it.

His lips are soft, if a little chapped, heated kisses full of force and urgency before they soften just a little. You kiss him back in a similar manner his hands falling to your waist as you grab him by the collar and pull him even closer. You're quick to start moving the two of you backwards fumbling for a closet door you could have sworn was right... there.

As soon as the door swings open, you pull him inside, pushing him against the wall once it closes again and cupping the back of his neck as you pull him into another kiss. An unfamiliar feeling of warmth shoots through you as you do, and you almost giggle as his thoughts start to flood with more and more tempting situations for the two of you to be in.

After each and every dirty thought he has, you start to wonder if he even remembered your touch telepathy after having known you for so long- but hell, even if he didn't, you weren't complaining.

If u made it this far, I wanna give u details about the Reader's powers some more!! Specifically, the powers are temperature manipulation/temperature invulnerability/touch telepathy! They get a bit complicated bc reader can't light shit on fire or make ice out of the air, but they can melt shit and freeze existing water though! As long as reader touches it in some way! Due to this they're invulnerable to heat/cold for obvious reasons. Touch telepathy was added bc i love mutations with unnecessary layers (Emma frost) and... u really think I was gonna let scott get away without banging another telepath? wrONG

[gumisgirlfriend]

☾ insecure

WRITERS NOTE:: not proofread whatsoever bro this took me WAY too long to write 😭😭😭 i dont write smut like ever though so i hope this is okay PAIRING:: ascended astarion x fem!reader SUMMARY:: even a vampire lords consort can be prone to bouts of insecurity every now and then. so your doting husband decides to fuck the insecurity out of you.. WARNINGS:: MDNI 18+ CONTENT,,, oral sex (fem receiving), hair pulling, rough sex???, ascended astarion being a loving asshole, petnames, sex in front of a mirror, possibly ooc ascended astarion, reader is kind of a brat, some praise.

"What do you think?"

Astarions gaze lifts from the scroll as you enter your shared chambers, adorned in your brand new custom-made gown, crafted especially for tonight's winter ball. After a long, tedious day of browsing various negotiations from other prestigious homes, he gladly sets down the scroll, beholding this sight for his sore eyes. 

A devilish grin spreads wide across the vampire lord's face. "Give me a spin, darling. I must see it in all its glory." He stands up from his desk, his hands held behind him as he approaches you slowly. You obey, of course, giving him a humble twirl, smiling sweetly as the dress twirls with you.

  The open back of the dress highlighted your shoulder blades, and some of your muscles that were once used in battle. Your breasts would be spilling out from the rather provocative neckline, if it wasn't held together by a few strong-willed buttons. If you didn't know any better, you would assume they got the measurements incorrect, but this was purposeful. This was just how he wanted it.  He took great pleasure in displaying your beauty, even if that meant showing an abundance of skin. Even if it meant you sitting fully naked on his lap as he ruled from his throne. 

Your husband circles around you, admiring the dress's beauty, as well as its vessel. If the ball weren't to be in an hour, he would spread you across the bed and take you right here, listening to you sing his name for hours. Your small, sweet smile was too tempting. Merely the thought of your neatly done eye makeup streaming down your face from your tears and his seed makes his trousers feel too tight.

"You are looking absolutely delectable, my pet." Astarion purrs, adjusting the neckline with his nimble fingers. He seems rather transfixed on the dress, which he had of course designed himself. "That red truly brings out your eyes, don't you think?" 

You nod hesitantly, averting your gaze. “It is quite beautiful, indeed.” you stammer. You try your best to hide it, but he notices your telltale signs of unease. "Don't tell me.. you don't like it?" He presses a cold finger to your chin, lifting your face up to meet his. "What a shame.. I designed this one myself." He sighs disappointedly, crimson eyes piercing into yours. 

"No- no! Of course not. It is without a single flaw, my love. It's just.." You pause shyly, looking down at the dress hugging your curves ever so tightly. "I don't feel.. like I look good enough." You say slowly, eliciting a theatrical gasp from your lover's lips. "This dress is almost too pretty." You bite your lip timidly. 

Astarion would kill thousands for that pretty little pout of yours. He grips your pretty little face even tighter, forcing it to face his. "How dare you say such a thing about my treasure?" he says dramatically, with a sly grin. "The vessel is what makes this dress so ravishing. It was made with you, and only you, in mind." He guided a gentle hand behind your back, leading you to your silk-laden bed. He furrows his brow, squinting inquisitively. "Just tell me who made you feel this way. I will make sure that their death is awfully, dreadfully slow." He growls, making you shiver fearfully. His cold hand cups your face, his thumb running gently over your tempting lips.. 

"Nobody said anything, I swear. I'm just not feeling my best." You stammer, innocently leaning your cheek into his icy touch. The vampire presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, his hand drifting to trace up and down your exposed spine. 

Astarion simply couldn't comprehend what could make you feel this way, after all you were positively the most beautiful creature he had ever laid his eyes on. He wasn’t exactly prone to bouts of insecurity himself. He took great pleasure in how gorgeous he was. He was anything but humble. Insecurity is weakness, and he couldn’t let his own consort be weak, could he?

“Is that so?” Your husband looks at you pitifully, brushing a lock of hair from your eyes. “You are beautiful to me, my sweet. You are mine. And that is all that matters, yes?” He whispers huskily, into your ear, his cool breath making you shudder, and you don’t dare to deny his truth. His mouth curves into a sinister grin, and you cock your head at him quizzically, “Is everything okay..?” you murmur. He swiftly stands up, brushing his palms off on his tightening trousers. 

“Wait your pretty little self here, my sweet. I have just the fix for this ailment of yours.” Astarion presses another quick kiss to your cheek, before heading to the door. “Astarion? May I ask what you’re doing?” You ask sweetly, fidgeting with your hands in your lap. He beckons a servant to the door, whispering something into their ear. They take off swiftly, and he turns back to meet your gaze. “Hush. Just sit there and look pretty.” You bite your lip, nodding. In a matter of seconds, the loyal servants return with a mirror, large enough to take up the whole bed, and  they position it a comfortable distance away from you. They quickly run off once again, shutting the door behind them.

“W-What is this for, my love?” you ask, frightened by the dark look in your lover's eyes. You can feel your legs begin to tremble. Astarion kneels in front of you, taking your foot in his hand. He gently pulls off your heel, and then the other, pressing a gentle kiss to each ankle. “You won't mind being a minute or two late to the ball, will you?” he questions you, gently peppering more kisses up each leg. “No- No I suppose not.. B-but it’s not for another hour, is it not?” you stutter, catching a quick glimpse of yourself in the mirror. He lifts the dress as he paves his way up to your thighs, nibbling on your soft, supple skin. You can feel the vampire's fangs drag over your thighs ever so gently. He goes painfully slowly, a familiar heat beginning to pool between your legs. He sits up taller, his dexterous fingers swiftly undoing the buttons of your lavish gown. “A-Astarion?” you whimper, your voice like a sweet melody to his ears. Astarion pulls the dress down off your shoulders, your breasts spilling out in front of him. He can feel himself start to throb, biting his lip as he beholds the sight in front of him. “Don’t move an inch. Let me.” He pulls the rest of the gown off completely, grinning at your completely exposed beauty laid out in front of him. He presses a few kisses along your collarbone, traveling down to your navel. “Look at how pretty you are, pet. And you’re all mine..” he growls huskily. His cold fingers trace the waistband of your damp undergarments, eagerly pulling them down your thigh and off your legs. You whimper at his cold touch as two fingers meet your slick cunt, You can just hear how wet you are from the sounds of his fingers rubbing gentle circles around your swollen sweet spot. He kneels back down between your thighs, lifting your legs onto his shoulders. “B-But, don’t we still have to prepare-” “Hush, pet. Everything is already in place.” The vampire coos, cold hands gently tracing up and down each leg. “Now, I want you to keep those pretty little eyes of yours on that mirror, darling.” You bite your lip and nod, the sheets beneath you starting to soak from your apparent excitement.

Leaving you little time to prepare, his tongue quickly meets your puffy clit, sending a shock of pleasure reverberating through your body. Your hand flies to his white curls, your other hand propping you up on the bed to steady yourself. You catch your own gaze in the mirror, your cheeks flushed red. You quickly avert your gaze out of sheer embarrassment for yourself, hoping he doesn’t notice. His tongue delves deeper inside you, earning him some satisfying mewls of pleasure from your precious lips. Tears begin to swell up in your eyes.

You feel as if you’re seeing stars, but the pleasure suddenly subsides, and you’re met with a sinister grin from your lover. “N-No..” you whine, your sweet voice practically begging him to continue, and he just barely has the strength to resist. 

He licks his lips clean, “Tell me, pet, what did I tell you just a moment ago?” Astarion growls, his slender fingers quickly undoing the buttons to his trousers. 

“T-to keep my eyes on the mirror?”

His grin fades, “So you did hear me?” His erected cock springs free of his restrictive undergarments, dripping with his own excitement. “You just don’t listen, do you?”

The tone of his voice makes you fear for what’s about to happen. You tremble with anticipation. 

Your doting husband cups your face with one hand, “Astarion.. p-please, forgive me..” you murmur, fingernails digging into your silk bed sheets. You look picture perfect in this position, spread out in front of him, helpless. All his.

“As sweet as your pleas sound, I have a lesson to teach.” He hisses, crawling on to the bed behind you, and you quickly realize what his intentions are. “Don’t be daft, my love. You know what to do.” You nod and quickly position yourself onto all fours, looking straight ahead at yourself in the mirror. “Yes, just like that.” He smirks, one hand on your hip as the other gets a comfortable grip on your hair. “You look so pretty like this, where I can see every last bit of your perfect skin..” Astarion presses a few gentle kisses to your neck as he aligns himself to your entrance. "It didn't have to be this way, if you had only listened the first time, pet.." The vampire hisses, nipping your ear. He mercilessly thrusts into you, pulling your hair back so that you're forced to face your reflection. You let out a saccharine moan, fingernails digging into the silk sheets as he continues to thrust into you at an unforgiving rhythm. You are forced to watch your own expressions of pleasure and ecstasy as he thrusts into you, your face flushed a bright red. "Now, who's pretty little consort are you?" he growls into your ear, pulling your hair back a little further. "A-Astarion!" You moan out his name, earning an approving grunt from his lips as he continues to rearrange your insides. You can feel yourself starting to reach your limit, your legs nearly buckling from beneath you. "Good girl." He barely groans out, nearly starting to reach his own climax. His grip loosens on your hair, and his mind starts to blank. He's able to get in one last ruthless thrust, painfully meeting your cervix, nearly making you scream, before he releases every last drop of his seed inside you. His last thrust leaves you seeing stars, and your knees fall from under you as you collapse onto the bed. Tears of pleasure stream down your cheeks, effectively ruining your recently done makeup. You let out a few pitiful whimpers from beside him as you catch your breath, gasping for air. Astarion presses a kiss to your forehead, a smug grin spreading across his face. "My pretty little thing.." he whispers sweetly. He runs a thumb over your tear-stained cheeks, pressing another gentle kiss to your lips. "Don't ever think of yourself in such a way again, yes darling?" You nod, leaning your head into his cold hand. "M-Mhm.." You murmur, still trying to regain yourself. He stands up, cleaning himself up and looking at himself in the mirror with a grin of approval. He checks his watch, and it's only a minute past the start of the ball. "I'll tell them that you're running late, darling. Fix yourself up. We're having some rather important guests tonight." He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear and presses a chaste kiss to your temple, before leaving to go attend his own ball. From there on out, every time you were met with feelings of your insecurity, it came with feelings of arousal as well..

[flkwh0re]

Casual - The Continuation

Warnings: Fluffy!!, Maybe slightly angsty?, Not a whole lot of warnings but this has no smut!

Word count: 1k (literally three words from 1.1k 😭)

Authors Note: Pretty sure this is like the first fic i’m posting here without smut, LOLLL. This has taken too long for me to get out but I felt randomly motivated to write it so enjoy! I listen to Snow Angel two times while writing this. 😭😭(There with be an alternative ending for this)

Tags: @mrsrushman @sgm616 @nikkinss

First part

It had been a few weeks since that night with Natasha, and to no one's surprise she had made no contact. Not with anyone. You tried reaching out every single way that was possible, but before you had gotten the chance all way were unavailable to you.

You had spent most days and nights with Wanda, you couldn't stand being alone. The moment Wanda was gone all thoughts had consumed you, eating away at your emotional state.

A knock came to the door, anytime there was one you would scurry to the door to check if it was Nat. Hoping she'd have shown to apologize, to tell you how she really felt. The person behind the door though was a girl you had only met a few times. Yelena Belova.

Yelena was Nat's sister, you only new this because of the few times Natasha had mentioned her family to you. One of the many reasons you thought she was in love with you, who discusses their family with someone they're supposed to only have a casual relationship with?

"Hi? Yelena right?" You asked, trying to make it seem like you haven't previously spent the past few weeks stalking her instagram for some news on Natasha. "Yea, hey. My sister said she had some stuff here, asked me to grab it."

The strength it took to fight back the tears that welled in your tear ducts was almost impossible. "Yea, come in. I'll go grab it."

You led Yelena into your apartment and told her to wait in the living room part of your place. As you wondered off down the hall, you let the tears slip. Why did she have to send her sister?? She wasn't woman enough to face you? After SHE broke YOUR heart? You weren't sure if the tears were tears out of anger or out of sadness.

What you hadn't known was that Natasha was too facing the worst, if not worse than how you were. She could barley leave her bed, rarely ate anything. She had asked Yelena to retrieve her stuff, not because she wanted it back but because she feared it was just in your way.

The lack of clarity between the two of you was what was tearing you two apart even more. Natasha feared you now hated her, and you thought Natasha had played with your heart.

You returned to the living room to find Yelena looking at a collection of pictures. They were polaroids taken by Wanda of you, and all your other shared friends. One of the pictures showed you and Nat, your arms wrapped tightly around her neck as you at on her lap. Natasha's hand rested on your thigh, and the widest grin plastered on her face.

"What happened between you two?" Yelena questioned, offering you a sympathetic look as she saw the tears stained to your reddened face and puffy eyes. "I thought we had more, clearly we didn't. I mistook her false overbearing love for me as real love." You mumbled out past your sobs that you held back.

"Mistook? Natasha does love you. She's talked about you, a whole lot. She's not left her room barely in weeks." You facial expression contorted into a look of shock, confusion, and worry.

"She hasn't tried to even talk to me, how could she be so upset?" It came out harsher than you intended and immediately apologized. Yelena understood your attitude, and offered to take you to Nats place. You were hesitant at first, but she insisted that she could convince her sister to talk to you.

The drive to Natasha's was awkward, which only made your anxiety worse. The skin around you nails had been picked away, alone with the skin on your lips. It was a short drive, but enough to ready yourself.

Yelena unlocked the door of Nat's apartment, silently leading you in just incase Natasha was to appear. Yelena left you to stand in the hallway while she took Nat's stuff in. You tried listening into what Natasha had to say, but her voice was so horse from her crying.

Finally Yelena spoke up about Natasha finally speaking to you, which Nat quickly denied. "Yelena I cannot speak to her, she probably hates me guts. I can't handle anymore of this situation." Yelena gave into her own feelings, "Natasha stop it! You're acting as if this whole time she did something to you! You shatter that poor girls heart by closing yourself off to her."

Natasha stared at her sister, realization came crashing into her mind. She felt so stupid, so very stupid. After a moment of silence Natasha finally spoke up, "I need to talk to her." Yelena nodded, "Lucky for you I brought her with me." Natasha's eyes widened.

"Let me go get her, I'll have her come in and talk to you." Yelena quickly turned the corner, motioning you to follow. You entered Nat's room, clothes strung on the floor. Bottles upon bottles on her nightstand.

"Sorry for the mess." She muttered in shame, you dismissed her apologies. "I am so sorry, I know that's not enough. I- I should've.. been honest. I shouldn't have ran from you. I love you, I love you so much. I was just so scared of committing to a relationship, I was scared of getting hurt."

"It's okay Nat, but you know that I would never ever, hurt you." You wrapped your arms around her, her head resting on your stomach and tears clinging to the fabric of your shirt. "I know, I'm so sorry. I understand if you hate me, I do. I just need you to know I'm so sorry."

"I don't hate you, I could never hate you. I love you Nat, I love you so much. I wanna start over, I wanna forget all the hookups. I wanna start a fresh new relationship with you, okay?" Natasha nodded, "Okay." Smiles grew on both of your faces. "You better hope Wanda doesn't beat the shit out of you." You both chuckled, "That girl couldn't lay a finger on me." You both laughed even harder.

Nat pulled you down onto her bed, her arms wrapping around your body. Her scent and warmth swarmed you, something you missed crazily. "Wait we should tell Yelena." As soon as the words left your lips, Natasha's phone lit up with a message from Yelena saying, "Bye".

You and the russian burst out into laughter, then shared a soft kiss full of love and passion. You'd finally be able to be happy with Natasha.

Masterlist

[gaybananabread]

got one 4 tickletober!!! Day 17 or 18 (can't decide😭), Lee!Blitzø, Ler!Stolas

I'm CRAVING stolitz tickles after Apology Tour😭 MY BBS NEED TO BE HAPPYYY

I fully understand if you deny, just thought it'd be cute<3

-gambokitten

TickleTober Day 18 - Tickle Fight

~Oh my yeah SAME! I'm gonna time this before Apology Tour, just so the goofy sweetness doesn't feel out of place (also, I like writing the birb pining). I'm hoping we get some fluff in Ghostfuckers 🥲. I leaned heavier on the lee!Blitzø side like the req asks, but there’s definitely a tickly scrabble. Thank you for requesting, and I hope you Enjoy!~

Lee: Blitzø

Ler: Stolas

Summary: Stolas asks if he and Blitz can try something new for the night. The simple question quickly spirals into tickly chaos as they learn what true hilarity looks (and feels) like.

Warnings: canon-typical language and references. This is a tickle fic, so if you don’t like that, scroll away!!

“You…what?”

Blitzø did a double take at the suggestion, quirking one of his brows. What did he just say?

“W-we don't have to, of course. I'd just, you know…like to get playful.” Stolas could feel his face heat up as he repeated the words, making it hard to look the imp in the eyes. He'd just kind of blurted it out the first time; he wasn't expecting anything to come of it.

“Uh…sure? I mean, I knew you liked it rough, so it's not a giant fuckin’ surprise. I can do that, if you want to.” Blitzø’s tone was about as nonchalant as he could get, but there was a sign of care behind them.

While he’d never admit it, he did kinda want to make Stolas happy. He didn't want the bird to leave.

Stolas had asked to have a little play fight, seeing what would happen when they each tried to pin the other.

“Oh! Yes, I would like that. Do you want me to initiate, or-”

Before he could even finish speaking, Blitzø pounced, using gravity and force to wrestle the bird to the mattress. It wasn't like they hadn't been rough before; they'd just never done anything that physical without a hand somewhere else.

Stolas gasped as he was shoved down, his eyes widening with giddy surprise. He was kind of expecting to take control, but it wasn't unpleasant by far. He gently ran his hands down the shorter man’s chest, delighting in the shiver it caused.

The sounds, however, were unexpected.

“S-Stoholas- knock that shit off!” The imp tried to growl at least semi-seductively, but his voice was a few pitches too high. Odd…Stolas hadn’t done anything besides stroke his chest. Maybe he was embarrassed about liking it?

Tentatively, Stolas repeated the motion, stroking from Blitzø’s collarbones to his stomach. That time, he caught a grin tugging at the red-skinned imp’s lips, his stomach quivering beneath the touch. Oh. Oh!

“Are you perhaps ticklish, Blitzy?”

That single question sent all the giddy, not-used-to-soft-shit panic alarms off in Blitzø’s head. He tried to snatch Stolas’s wrists, but the bird fought back for once, fluttering his fingers beneath the imp’s outstretched arm. Damn it, why’d he always have to take his shirt off so quickly?

Blitzø jerked back, Stolas quickly following. Stolas caught his wrist to keep him from falling off the bed, giving the imp enough time to squeeze the bird’s thigh. A sound between a groan and a giggle left his mouth, causing a competitive fire to light in his eyes. Oh, it was on!

The pair wrestled with each other, each trying to get the upper hand in the tickly tousle. Blitzø was using brute strength, trying to pin Stolas before he was overpowered. The bird would just target any exposed spot when that happened, fluttering his fingers over them to see his “it’s complicated” partner's lips twitch. Retaliation was swift, the pokey tip of Blitzø’s tail teasing wherever it could reach.

After two solid minutes of strangled yelps, giggles, and lots of manhandling, Stolas managed to straddle the thrashing imp and pin his arms above his head. He could have accomplished it much sooner with his powers, but that just didn’t seem fair to him.

Blitzø thrashed like a wild animal beneath the taller demon, a feral scowl on his face. In his eyes, however, Stolace could see the giddiness he was trying to suppress. “G-get the fuck offa me, you feathered fucking asshole!”

“I don’t think I will, darling. This seems much more…amusing~” The word alone wasn’t anything special, but that tone… Let’s just say Blitzø’s heart felt like it was trying to eject out his throat.

Stolas started out soft, testing the waters. Gentle, fluttering fingers trailed along Blitzø’s stomach, tracing lazing circles around his navel. A gurgling sound rumbled in the imp’s throat – an adorable attempt to keep from giggling. Stolas felt his heart flutter at the sight.

“Aww, does it tickle, Blitzy? Does it make you want to giggle and squirm like the adorable little baby you are?~” Stolas teased, unable to stop himself from going a little overboard. While it was definitely over the top, it seemed to do the trick, causing Blitzø’s cheeks to burn.

“Sh-shuhut- fuck! Shut up!” The short man cursed the giggle that escaped him, thrashing twice as hard beneath the gentle touch. He refused to react so quickly. He wasn’t weak, and he’d prove it whenever necessary. Apparently, he deemed the tail-end of a tickle fight necessary.

“You can laugh, you know. I promise you that I won’t judge.” Stolas’s tone grew soft and affectionate as he spoke. “Actually, I think I’ll find it quite adorable.”

Those words made Blitzø’s eyes widen and mind race. It was…it was an angle. Had to be. Why else would a literal prince be so affectionate towards a scummy imp like him?

“Shut your fucking- ACK! G-gehehet ohoff!” The imp’s dam finally burst when Stolas dipped one feathery finger into his navel, twirling and scratching against the sensitive skin. His giggles were loud and punchy, the sound a bit higher and sweeter than his normal speech.

“Hmm. Since you’re being so mean, I don’t think I will. I’m quite content to stay right here, teasing your cute little belly button,” he hummed, enjoying himself as he teased the imp. There was something about the light and gentle teasing that just made it all so fun.

“Gohoho fuhuhuck youhurself, smuhuhug prihihihick!” Sure, Blitzø was probably digging his own grave by mouthing off, but he wasn’t just gonna lie there and take it! He kept on squirming, even though he was starting to tire himself out with all the movement.

“What a naughty mouth, saying such things to me. I think that deserves some punishment.” With a knowing chuckle, Stolas’s hand traveled upwards, grazing Blitzø’s ribs. The imp had always gotten squirmy when he touched there; now the bird knew why.

“GAAH! W-wahahAHAHAIT! FUHUHUCK!” Blitzø’s back arched off the bed as his poor ribs were targeted, thrashing as wildly as his tired body would allow. He could practically feel his blood boiling beneath the skin on his cheeks.

The imp was losing his Satan-forsaken mind. It had been years since he was properly tickled, and even then, it was nothing like that.

What he was experiencing in that moment were the affectionate tickles of someone who just wanted to see him laugh and be happy for the fun of it. No matter how wild his denial pool was, that truth floated up to the top.

His tail was a little narc, twitching and occasionally thumping against the mattress. Stolas found it endearing, letting out hooty chuckles when he noticed.

“It seems like someone’s enjoying himself~”

The worst part was, Blitzø couldn’t deny it. He really was enjoying himself, as overwhelming and crazy as the touch was. It felt nice to truly laugh without any expectations or true thought going into it – just a mirthful reaction that somehow shut his brain off.

It took a solid ten minutes of the “torture,” but finally, Blitzø caved. He had tears of mirth beading in the corners of his eyes, and his sides ached from laughing so hard. Barely coherent, he screeched out their designated safeword.

“H-HOHORSERAHADISH!”

Stolas stopped instantly when he heard their safeword, knowing his imp had to be truly exhausted to use it. He released the panting, disoriented man’s arms, instead lying down to cuddle up next to him.

Blitzø usually grumbled and “protested” the cuddles, but he couldn’t bring himself to that time; the back pats and stomach rubs he was getting from Stolas were too good, and the man was so warm. If he was going to be embarrassed, he was at least gonna sleep well and feel happy.

“Thank you for trusting me with that, Blitz.” There was that soft tone again, shaking the foundation of Blitzø’s trusting policy. He seriously needed to go to a therapist… Well, if he could find one that didn’t make him wanna kill them and then himself..

“I didn’t trust you with shit…” Blitzø was lying, and Stolas knew it. Hell, anyone could’ve guessed it by the lack of biting venom in his tone. He truly did enjoy that…

Stolas went to argue, but noticed the imp’s droopy eyelids and coiled tail; he was on the verge of passing out. The bird didn’t want to interfere with that. He simply kissed the man’s bald head before snuggling close, letting his own eyes close.

“Goodnight, Blitzy. I’ll see you in the morning…”

[caraetdeul]

If It's All In My Head, Tell Me Now

Choi Seungcheol x fem!reader

The third time you forgave him.

TW: angst, angst, angst!!! Hurt/no comfort, somehow toxic relationship

A/n: third part is finally here! Hopefully I can finish this whole series before Scoups' birthday next week cuz I don't really want to celebrate it with this fic hurting my heart 😭 fair warning, this wasn't proofread in any way. it was just me and Grammarly against the world so I'm sorry if there's any discrepancies or mistakes throughout the story. Anyway, if you want to be tagged in the last part, feel free to tell me! Enjoy reading caratdeuls!

Btw, it can be read as gn!reader but there are descriptions of feminine clothes and things.

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If you could sum up the last few days ever since you had that dinner date, it would be somber.

You never thought your relationship with Seungcheol would ever reach this point. In fact, you never even thought there was any chance of your relationship actually coming to a point like this. If someone were to come up to you a year ago and tell you that all of these would happen to you, you would’ve laughed in front of their faces and carried on with your life. That’s how much you trust the foundations this whole thing was built on. But now, seeing the cracks forming on the walls of your desolate home, you doubt if the both of you were ever on the same side of the fence in the first place.

Sipping on your coffee, you sat quietly in one corner of the cafe you stumbled upon on one Monday afternoon. You honestly had no idea how you ended up here as you lived on the other side of the town. But you really only have your wandering thoughts to blame when you decide to take a stroll to take your mind off of things. In which you clearly failed to do so based on your current predicament.

You don’t know how much time has passed since you first sat down. But based on how the lights from the restaurant across the street were significantly brighter than the dark skies and the fact that you started strolling when the sun was still shining down on you, it was safe to say that you’d been there for hours now.

Putting down your mug, your eyes wander to your phone on the table which has been left unattended ever since you sat down. You slowly reach out for it, trying your best to suppress the hope of seeing a specific notification pop up on your phone. But even then, you couldn’t help but feel the disappointment settle deep in your bones when you were faced with a dozen notifications, and not a single one was from him.

You sighed dejectedly, turning it off and putting it back on the table face down. Checking the time on your watch, you realize you haven’t eaten anything properly since breakfast. Thankfully, the cafe you were in also offers whole meals on their menu.

You then stood up from your table—thanking the heavens that the cafe wasn’t bustling at the time or else your table would’ve been stolen the moment you left it—and stepped in line with other paying customers. It wasn’t long before you reached the front of the line and finally got back to your seat with a receipt for your purchase.

As you waited for your order, you went back to staring out the window, ignoring the distinct ping of new text messages going through your phone. You continued nursing your almost emptied-out mug as you watched droplets of rainwater racing each other down the window.

You were in a limbo.

The grey area between life and death.

No up or down. No left or right. You can only move forward at this point but how do you expect someone to do that when you can’t even see ten feet in front of you. How can someone move forward when the comfort of the life behind you latches on to you with the promise of a life you’ve been praying for for as long as you can remember? 

But with the struggle of a drowning body, you gasp for air at the realization that maybe you were the only one grasping for any semblance of the previous life you once had with him. Maybe you were the only one in this relationship that has no clue of its inevitable demise while he was already safe and sound in a bunker house somewhere you don’t know. Maybe, hoping it’s a maybe, you were the only one in the dark as you tried to resuscitate the dying embodiment of your relationship when he had already signed the dotted line on a DNR order.

While your shaking hands and watery eyes were fighting with the urge to fall apart in the middle of an unsuspecting cafe, you could hear Seungcheol’s unburdened laugh echoing into your ears. You were then slammed with the thought that maybe you were losing it with the amount of caffeine you consumed throughout your stay. You were about to slap your face into reality when you heard his laugh again. This time, it was clear enough that you realized it actually came from outside the cafe and not from your muddled mind.

With wide eyes, you searched for him through the window. It didn’t take you too long before your gaze reached Seungcheol’s distinct figure across the street, internally grateful for the rain that minimized the number of people walking around at the time.

In all honesty, you didn’t expect him to be actually here right in front of you. By all means, you were pretty far from your home, and as far as you know, this was even farther from his place of work. But here he was, laughing with some of his friends in front of the restaurant.

Probably his coworkers, you thought, recognizing some of the faces that he was with. There were 4 of them entering the restaurant including Seungcheol and by the looks of it, they were probably celebrating something with the way they were patting each other’s backs with smiles plastered on each of their faces.

As if on cue, your order arrived just on time as your phone rang, your brother’s contact flashing through your screen. You thanked the waiter before answering the phone once she was out of range.

“Hey,” you answered, connecting your Bluetooth earpiece so you can continue the call while eating, “What’s up?”

“Did you hear about the news?”

Confused, you put your utensils down before replying, “What news?”

“Your little boyfriend just got promoted.”

Your eyes widened as shock and pride coursed through you. So that’s what that whole thing was about, you thought looking back to their group who were currently seated at the restaurant where you conveniently have a direct line of sight from your place at the cafe.

You focused back on the call, your lips curling into a smile as you replied, “Oh my God, that’s great news!”

“Yeah, I know!” he exclaimed, “The whole thing was honestly in the works for quite a while now and everyone’s just basically waiting on the announcement. So it was really only a matter of time before Cheol got promoted and now, it’s official!”

You chuckled at his enthusiasm. Your brother has been a big fan of Seungcheol ever since he started working alongside him. In fact, his random stories about him as you both nursed some wine after a long day were what made you interested in Seungcheol in the first place. So the night you invited Seungcheol to a dinner with the family as your new boyfriend, it was safe to say that your brother was probably the biggest fan of your relationship. So much so that you weren’t even that surprised when his usual “my little sister’s new boyfriend should be scared of me” talk was still filled with compliments towards his so-called idol. And as you listen to him rant about how much Seungcheol deserved this promotion from the other line, there is no doubt he is still his biggest fan.

“By the way, I’m about to meet up with him along with some of our coworkers to celebrate,” he shared, “You should come with us! I’ll text you the address.”

Swallowing the last of your food, you answered, “Oh, sure!” You heard your phone ding with the new message from your brother, sharing with you the location of the restaurant which was unsurprisingly the one across the street.

“Should I pick you up on the way? I’m already down at the parking lot,” he suggested.

“Oh, no need. I’ll just meet you up there,” you replied, hearing the sound of his car door closing through the phone call.

“Okay then, see you there. Love you!”

“Love you too!” you responded before hanging up. You finish up your meal as fast as you can, buzzing with excitement from the news. Scrolling through your contacts, you pressed call on Seungcheol’s contact. As the phone rang, you watched through the window as you waited for him to answer your call. You wait with bated breath as he finally looks down on his phone. From your point of view, you can barely see your photo flash through his screen when he silently presses the red button before going back to the conversation he was previously in.

Scrunching your eyebrows, you flinched away from your phone as you heard the automated response enter your ear from where it was placed before. You don’t know what to make of that. You swallowed down the undesired thoughts that you were struggling with just a while ago which were currently resurfacing. You decided then to finally stand up from your seat with your bag on your shoulder, crossing the threshold towards the cafe’s doors.

Stepping out under the night sky, it then dawned on you that you currently didn’t have an umbrella on you and the rain was pouring down harder than it was an hour ago. You looked around for anything that you could temporarily use as a cover but all you could see were the sign stand indicating today’s specials in the cafe and a trash bin near a lamppost. You debated whether or not you could borrow the sign for just a moment but decided against it. It was a really cute sign with flowers and manually drawn drinks all over it that you didn’t have the heart to ruin with rainwater and frankly, you weren’t in the mood to try and outrun any of their employees once they saw what was happening.

Taking a deep breath, you put your bag over your head before making a run for it. You almost slipped twice as you ran and you probably look like a mess now with your drenched clothes and your hair sticking to your body but you were just thankful that there weren’t cars speeding down the road at the moment. You then successfully managed to cross the street safely, puffing as you took cover under the restaurant’s canopy.

Making sure you were still decent-looking enough even though you could already feel the cold of the rain seep through your clothes, you were about to step into the restaurant when you were stopped by the scenario in front of you. Blinking, you stood idly as you watched the group before you. Between the time that you finished your meal and got out of the cafe, their group got bigger with more people joining them. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue for you as you’ve already met some of them before whenever you accompany Seungcheol at a company event, but right now, you were having a hard time accepting what was happening right in front of you.

You knew deep down that you shouldn’t be jumping to conclusions because either way, you knew there wasn’t any desirable outcome from doing so. But seeing the way a woman was snuggled onto Seungcheol’s side and him not doing anything about it was certainly not helping your raging thoughts.

You immediately hid yourself on the side of the door, a panel of wall separating the huge window from the glass door. Glancing back inside, you bit your lip despondent at the sight of the woman laughing wholeheartedly at something Seungcheol had said, her hand reaching up toward his hair and sweeping the front strands away from his face. As if that wasn’t enough to destroy your heart, you watched with a shaky breath as Seungcheol faced her, the most dazzling smile gifted from him to her. The very smile you thought was only reserved for you.

Shock and betrayal were written all over your face as you slowly stepped away from the wall. The sight in front of you feels like a sticker on your favorite book with how hard it was to take your eyes away from it. You gripped your bag tighter, white knuckles showing as you felt the heavy downpour finally meet with your body once again. It was hard but you were finally able to feel your legs, enough to have the energy to walk away from it all.

You felt your lips quiver and your eyes blur with pain and heartache, the cold from the rain deciding to have a duel with the cold from your chest that was rushing through every part of your body. Fighting with their every breath to take the place of being the harshest thing to happen to you tonight.

But even then, both lost the minute your phone pinged once again with a new notification. It was a group picture showing Seungcheol in the upper right corner with his arm wrapped around the woman’s shoulder as everyone smiled, their happiness seemingly doing their absolute best to wrench the life out of you. You didn’t have any fight in you left to react to the picture. You can only shut your phone off and traverse your way back home with a heavy heart and ruined makeup.

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[reidsaurora]

Hi hi hi I’ll take one leo birthday cake because we are leo baby twins with the prompt “you bought me flowers?” And Spence as a character. But since we are leo babies can I add a sprinkle of enemies to lovers co-workers??

grecy love, i am so so sorry this took so long to post 😭 i had every intention of posting this on your birthday and then writer's block happened and depression happened and health problems happened and it was a whole thing 😭💔 but i hope you enjoyed what i whipped up!! 🫶🏻

"Birthday Bouquet" ~ S. Reid

pairing: autistic!spencer reid x gn!reader

summary: "of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand spencer reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday."

word count: 1,516

warnings: a lil angsty with a hint of miscommunication trope, mild swearing, i believe that's all!

genre: angst to fluff

extra notes: the end of this was rushed i won't lie, i pray you can all forgive me for that lol; the dividers in this post are from @anlian-aishang as always 🫶🏻

beta read by: @theghouligan and @dungeons-are-too-cold (love you both so so much 🥰)

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🧁 Leo Baby Birthday Cake - send me a character + a prompt from this list and i'll write you a blurb!

Of two things you were certain: the first, you couldn't stand Spencer Reid; the second, he was the only person who remembered your birthday.

You tried to cut your colleagues some slack. You were away on a case, after all. Everyone was probably busy dealing with their own shit, not to mention how rough it had been the past 48 hours working on the case. But still, not a single person had so much as wished you a happy birthday, and it wasn't until he caught you alone at the hotel that Spencer said anything.

After a long day of geographical profiling and visiting dump sites, all you wanted was to take a long shower and sleep as much as you could before another long day tomorrow.

At this point, you weren't sure if you even cared about your own birthday anymore. A full night's sleep was the only thing on your birthday wishlist currently. But when you walked into your hotel room and spotted that vase of red and white tulips, your jaw nearly dropped to the floor.

Clearly, someone had remembered, you just weren't sure who. So, naturally, you picked up the card, brows furrowing as you registered the all-too-recognizable chicken scratch handwriting on the back of it.

"These variegated flowers are one in a hundred thousand, but you are the only one of your kind. Happy birthday." - S. R.

Your heart flipped as you processed the words, a happy but surprised tear threatening to fall from your eye.

"Do you normally leave your door open for strangers?"

You turned to face Spencer, his signature sideways smile tugging at his lips. "You bought me flowers?" you asked in shock, your eyes meeting his.

He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other. "I did," he admitted, eyes darting away shyly, "Happy birthday."

The exhaustion of the day must've had you unsure how to properly respond, because the next thing you knew, you were forcing back tears that were beginning to sting behind your eyes, and motioning him into your room. After he closed the door, you spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper. "You know, you're the only person who's told me that today."

His sideways smile quickly turned into a frown. "I'm sorry, Y/N." From what you could tell, he seemed sincere, which felt strange since he otherwise seemed to hate your guts.

You simply shrugged, deciding the pain was easy enough to deal with without his help. "I can't believe you remembered."

He gave a soft nod of his head. "Of course I remembered."

"I honestly thought you'd be the last person to remember. Although, you do have that eidetic memory, so-"

"I remembered," he corrected. "Actually remembered. I made a conscious effort to remember."

Your brows furrowed, confusion swirling around in your mind and muddling your thoughts. You wondered why Spencer, your sworn enemy, would take the time to remember your birthday? Why would he allow even the smallest of crevices in his brain to be consumed by thoughts of you?

"What? I thought you hated me…" your voice trailed off, your eyes darting to look at the flowers, the ground, anywhere but his gaze.

You could almost hear the hurt and confusion in his voice when he spoke again. "I never hated you. If anything, I always thought you hated me."

You sighed, figuring you might as well tell him the truth. "I did. I mean, you're always correcting me. You won't even look at me half the time. I don’t think you’ve ever accepted one of my hugs or even a handshake for that matter. And just last week, when I tried to offer you one of my crackers from the vending machine, you looked like you were gonna throw up. I mean -"

"Y/N," he said with a soft chuckle. Your gaze shot up to meet him and that familiar look of discomfort took over his expression.

"Why are you laughing?" you asked, confusion racing through your mind.

"Because," he laughed again, a little louder this time, "I never hated you, Y/N. I just… I'm autistic."

You looked away again with slow blinks, burying your face in your hands. Embarrassment and guilt filled your gut, and you were honestly unsure how you hadn't connected the dots sooner. "I'm such an ass."

He pulled your hands away from your face, and you were quite shocked, considering how much the man hated physical touch. "It's okay. You couldn't have known. I don't really tell anybody because some people think it'll slow them down on the field or in the office."

A pout formed on your lips at the thought. Sure, you were sworn enemies with the man—or so you'd thought—but you could never imagine someone being mean to him like that.

Your hands fidgeted as you thought about what to say next, but if you had to be truthful, you weren't really sure what you could say. You wanted to kick yourself for being an ass, for creating an environment where Spencer felt like he couldn’t be open with you. But mostly, you currently wanted to kick yourself for noticing how pretty he looked at that moment.

"You still there?" he chuckled, hands sliding into his pockets.

Your shoulders shrugged again as you brought yourself back to reality. "Yeah," you answered, probably a little too quickly. "Um, thank you for the flowers, they're lovely."

In a couple swift motions, you were all but shoving him out of your room. "Wait-" he began to protest as you started to close the door.

"It's late, we should sleep. Not together!" you panicked over your words. "I just mean we should both get some sleep before the flight home tomorrow. In our own respective rooms. Our respective rooms in this hotel, that is. Obviously you can't go home and rest in your bedroom. That's what the flight is for!" With every word that flew out of your mouth, you cringed harder. Finally, you settled on telling him, "Good night, Reid," before finally getting him out the door.

Your back rested against the now closed door, fingers sifting through your hair as you attempted to collect your thoughts.

Why would you think Spencer of all people was attractive all of a sudden? Up until two minutes ago, you thought he hated you. Up until two minutes ago, you hated him too.

Or maybe that's just what you'd been telling yourself…

A subtle tap against the door had you coming up for air yet again. You made a mental note to tell your therapist about your sudden bout of brain fog.

As he did before, Spencer stood on the other side of the door, hands fidgeting and eyes struggling to maintain contact with yours.

"Can I kiss you?" he all but blurted out.

Either this was a dream or your ears deceived you. There was no way Spencer Reid, the guy who wouldn't even shake hands with people, wanted to kiss you. Or wanted to kiss you. "What?"

"You just… you look really pretty and you seem nervous, and kissing actually produces endorphins, which help relax the body. Although, I guess hugging works the same way, but kissing spreads less pathogens than hugging, and- now I'm rambling, aren't I?"

He must've caught the nervous giggle you were struggling to hold back. "Yeah, you do that a lot. But it's okay. It's kind of endearing."

His face went fully red at your comment. "So… is that a yes?"

You gave him a nod, though you couldn't shake the anxiety in the pit of your stomach. Your hands moved to his cheeks, pulling him down for a slow kiss. It felt like electricity pumping through your veins, butterflies swirling around in your tummy, and just about every other cliche you could think of. His kiss was intoxicating, and if you hadn't needed to come up for air, so to speak, you probably would've stayed there like that all night.

He leaned his forehead against yours, his jaw nearly dropping to the floor. "Woah," he exhaled with all the amazement of a kid at an amusement park.

"Woah," you copied. You couldn't help the smile that appeared on your lips. "I can't believe that just happened."

"Me either," he admitted with a nervous shrug. "But… I wouldn't mind doing it again."

You let out a shaky exhale, resting your forehead against his. "Well, for future reference, you don't have to ask. That was… woah."

"So, I can just-"

Without warning, he pulled you in for another kiss, and the butterflies fluttering around in your stomach multiplied tenfold.

He pulled away, scratching at the back of his neck. "Sorry. I just really enjoyed that."

You gave him a soft smile as you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer for a soft hug. "I did too."

"So I can just keep kissing you? Over and over? As much as I want?"

You nodded against his chest. "That's the plan now, I guess."

"Woah."

You giggled against him, warmth filling you from head to toe. "Woah, indeed."

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[partycatty]

So ive been obsesed with janet cage since she appeared in the end of mk1 and now shes finally being released with peacemaker and im desperate for something ANYTHING PLEASE 🙏 😭

YOURE SO ME FR I LOVE JANET SO MUCH GENUINELY i need her so bad she's my pfp and banner on discord rn HAHA thank you for sharing your thoughts bc i was so afraid i was alone HEHE

janet cage > this one's for you, baby!

janet's got a wittle crush on the reader, and will go to stupid lengths to show herself off

notes: you're in the genderbent universe :3 but because i'm stupid, the chosen ones' names are gonna remain the same because i couldn't think of a genderswapped name for them and wasn't about to do them dirty with new names LMAO

[ masterlist ]

it was only a couple months into training, and things were looking... decent? at least, you could consider yourself improving. sure, combat was something you trained in, but when it came to you versus whatever horrors outworld contained, you tugged at the collar of your shirt.

janet, however, seemed unfazed. actually, she seemed ecstatic! you'd seen a couple of her movies and knew she could kick ass if needed. her physique impressed you, as did her endless charm and effortless ability to piss the swordswoman off. her attitude was brushed off for your sake. you knew she had just gone through a messy divorce with her ex-wife, is in talks of selling her mega mansion, and new roles were coming up dry. you'd think she'd be bitter but it turned out to be quite the opposite. her typical swagger and flourished gestures tore you from your thoughts.

"there she is!" janet exclaims, swinging a toned arm around your shoulder and tugging you close to her side. "you miss me? i bet you did!" you recall the last time you interacted with her: lunch. twenty minutes ago. even still, her perky attitude flustered you quicker than you'd like to admit.

"suuure," you sarcastically reply, hoping to toy with her ego a bit. "as if i didn't see you at lunch."

"it's hard to not miss me when i'm not around," she sighs dramatically, as if she has the hard life. "no need to lie to me, babe. you love having me around." your insides twist at the name. as you eyes are downcast, janet's eyes light up more than usual with a slight blush to her cheeks.

"whatever you wanna believe, miss A-List," you swat her arm, and she removes it though her grin remains unfaltered. janet pauses for a moment, lifting her sunglasses from her eyes and settling them on top of her head. you're winded by her beauty. you had seen it on screen as mentioned before, but there was some alluring power of her eyes when they were only a couple feet from your face. janet could kick ass, but she was also a gorgeous actress.

"tell you what," she shoots a single finger gun at you, once again removing you from your daydreams full of her face... among other things. "you won't have to miss me tonight. raiden and i planned to spar after dinner. you'll watch me kick her ass, right?" there was a hint of pleading, almost nervousness in her gaze. as if she needed you to say yes. her brows knitted together for only a single twitch.

"don't sweat," you reassure her, taking her strong hands in yours with a soft smile. "i'll be your cheerleader." with your confirmation, you turn on your heel and head the other direction to tend to your own duties. what you don't notice, however, is janet whooping to herself as soon as your back is turned.

just as the sun hits golden hour, you and the girls are waiting by the sparring ring. raiden stands straight, hands behind her back as she waits for her opponent to arrive. and so she does. janet comes jogging into view, waving at the crowd of monks and earthrealmers. she waves and smiles, blowing kisses to an unamused audience. she acts like it's another one of her performances. liu kang rolls her eyes.

"i bet your chakram hat that janet gets her ass kicked," you mutter to kung lao, who stood beside you with a smirk. she nudges your shoulder.

"aren't you supposed to be on janet's side?" kung lao mumbles back with a knowing grin. when you return with a perplexed frown, she scoffs. "everyone and their mother could figure out you're into her."

your cheeks puff up out of frustration, ready to rip kung lao a new one for being so loud and direct, but you see a hand snap in your face. snapping your neck to the source, you meet your eyes with janet's, who was leaning down to catch your attention.

"hey hey, eyes on me, sweet thing," her voice feels like honey when it drops low, and you snap back to her attention with a dazed look in your eye. your heel drives into kung lao's foot when you hear her snicker. "atta girl, check this out." a part of you dies inside from embarrassment. damn her and her confidence.

the spar begins, and admittedly it's evenly matched. punches are matched with kicks, parries and dodges slightly rile the crowd up from how equal the combat is. while raiden is calculated, janet is quick, and it becomes apparent that janet actually has a good chance.

that is, until she successfully knocks raiden to the ground. she's doubled over in pain, trying to prop herself up enough to come back from the near-knockout. janet winds up a fist almost comically, winding it in circles with a grin. just before she lands the blow, she turns to you with a beaming, cocky grin.

"this one's for you, baby!" janet shouts out, pulling her sunglasses down with her other hand to wink. before you could even consider being flattered, raiden flips up and shifts her weight, readying a godlike kick.

WHAM!

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janet sits awkwardly on the cot, fidgeting with the now broken pair of sunglasses in her hands. she can't seem to bring herself to focus on you, even as you're leaning into her to wipe her wounds.

"you should have been more careful," you gently scold her, holding her face up by her chin to wipe the dried blood on her nose. "i don't need the whole show to be impressed, janet."

she smiles lazily, eyelashes fluttering as she inspects your features. "did i at least look hot getting my nose broken?"

you want to sigh and scold her further, but you decided to indulge in her entertainment and smile back, and janet visibly tenses up at your warm stare.

"very."

her lazy smile turns into a lopsided grin as she realizes you're calling her hot. not that her ego needed it really, she knew she was hot. but you saying of it all people, dear lord she was reeling. although she was an actress, a damn good one, you could see she was visibly straining herself from losing it. so, considering you had the upper hand, you hold her face by her cheeks and squish gently with a teasing smile.

"you're blushing."

janet frowns dubiously. "am not."

"i can see it. you're blushing." your eyes flicker between hers, and then to her lips briefly. she sucks them in, focusing on your own lips with dazed eyes.

perhaps janet could use another lesson, you think. so, instead of indulging in what you both want, you let go of her face and place the bloodied rag in a discard bin, wiping your hands on your thighs. janet freezes with a pleading look, knowing exactly what you're doing. you're playing a sick game of cat and mouse.

"where are...?" janet's voice trails off sheepishly, the hardest indicator that you've caught her off guard. she wants to stand up and follow you out, but the monks told her to stay, and a pounding migraine from the blow made sudden movement difficult.

"gotta fight for what you want, janet," you coo innocently, waving with your fingers before you exit the tent. "just don't get your ass kicked. maybe then i'll reward you."

you're not around long enough to see the steam spilling from her ears and her beet-red cheeks.

[midnight-black2]

UAAHHSHWHEBW FINALLY SOMEONE WRITING FOR DOM READER😭

anyway can u write anything about Kai please 🥹 (I always thought he would be a perfect sub lol)

-𝘹𝘰𝘹𝘰

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒

pairing : kai (from voyagers) x reader

synopsis : kai needs to be put in his place, and who better to do it than you?

disclaimers : sub!kai, dom!reader, degradation, handjob, masochist!kai (only a little), mean!reader, kinda fast pace (sorry)

note : i had to watch voyagers to make this, but it was so worth it because like why is kai so fine?? like he's an asshole, but a hot one. anyways, hope you like this !

kai had been acting like an ass-kissing, cock-sucking dickwad ever since richard died.

for some context, he sucked up to zach, the person you hated most out of the entire crew. he would laugh at all of zach's rather rude jokes, they would walk through the ship halls together, standing tall with unnecessary pride as if they were God or something. you weren't quite sure what was happening, but you knew it had to do with the blue.

kai was a smart, sweet boy. but that was before. he would cross his legs at the table, speak with manners, he would even service others at times, especially you. whether it was making a plate for you (he seemed to always know what you wanted to eat), or carrying heavy things for you. but that was before. all of it was before. before everyone stopped taking the blue. before richard died. before you all needed a new group leader.

it all went to shit.

every single little thing. there was no in between, you either followed all the rules, or broke all of them. you believed in balance, it was the only thing that keeps people sane, yet there was none. you had been going crazy for weeks. with all of the noise, the ferocity, the smell of sweat and sex, everything was so overbearing, and nobody did anything about it. so when kai got hit in the head as a result of a fight and there was a meeting called over it, you were fed up. blue got rid of the emotions, and now that there wasn't any blue, and the emotions were getting in the way of everything.

"i for one don't know if there is an alien," the girl spoke. you didn't know her name, all you knew was that she was constantly doing the right thing. she was a little boring, but you didn't hate her or anything. her eyes were lowered, not daring to look zach or christopher in the eye.

"who cares what you don't know," zach spoke, annoyedly. you clenched your jaw, couldn't he just let the girl speak?

"if we repair the damage we can watch the surveillance video and-" she was cut off by zach.

"shut your fat, puss-filled face," you scoffed. how low, even for him. you saw the way kai snickered, you felt like slapping the two of them then and there. you pinched kai's right thigh, giving him a look of warning. he looked over to you, he gulped, yet rolled his eyes anyway.

"i have a right to talk," she responded, finally looking zach in the eye.

"you talk enough as it is, you bloated wheezing blister," he countered, with a smirk. everyone started laughing, including kai. you felt your blood boil. she was only trying to make a point.

"zach, she can talk," christopher interfered.

"you shut up too," zach muttered. he went on, and it escalated. it almost ended in the same way the fight ended last time. it was all a blur--everyone split up. kai and half of the others followed behind zach. you had it with him. you gripped his arm harshly. you pulled him down the hall, luckily no one noticed the two of you leave.

"y/n," kai called, brows furrowed, he was a bit angry. "y/n, what are you doing?"

"shut up," you ordered, through gritted teeth. he quickly complied, his breath hitched. you went inside an empty sleeping quarter, shutting and locking the door.

"you've been such a fucking brat lately, kai,"

"y-you can't do anything about it," he replied, stuttering, voice shaky. he knew damn well you could. you had this odd sort of control over him he couldn't quite understand. with the snap of your fingers he would be on his knees, consciously or not.

"yeah? watch me," you challenged. you crossed your arms over your chest, your patience was growing thin. "strip."

"w-what?" he was shaking slightly, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips.

"you heard me, strip." he listened. it seemed an ounce of obedience was still left in him--only for you, though. he started with his shirt, pulling it over his head. he was lean, toned. you couldn't help but stare, you would've smirked if you weren't so frustrated. he felt your eyes, they were gaping burning holes all over into his body.

he slowly unbuttoned his pants, pulling them down, leaving him in only his boxers. you walk over to him, and grip his raging hard-on.

"all you do anymore is think with your stupid cock," you spit out, looking him right in the eye. he let out a soft whimper. you swiftly backed him up against the nearest wall. you were surely manhandling him, but who was he to tell you not to? you pulled down his boxers, and they sat at his feet. he breathing picked up.

it was embarrassing, to say the least. he was naked and you were completely clothed. he felt so vulnerable, but it was even more embarrassing that he liked it. your hand wrapped around his cock, you squeezed quite harshly. you had forgotten how big he was, probably a good 8.5" when hard.

"fuck, y/n," kai groaned. did it hurt? yes. did it only enhance his pleasure? also yes.

"seriously kai? you get in a fight over a girl. you get hit in the head with a metal rod, yet you're over here whimpering like a bitch when i simply squeeze your dick? a little pathetic," you utter, a brow arched.

"please," he let out, subconsciously. he cursed himself internally, he knew you would only be harsher on him now.

"please what, kai? please fucking what? i don't feel like giving you shit. you take what i give you," you responded. you brought your fingers to his mouth, thumb prodding at his lips. "open."

he did as he was told, and allowed your fingers to explore his mouth. you pushed them as deep as they'd go before he gagged softly. he shut his eyes. as humiliated as he felt, your fingers were quite warm. you took them out, and he sort of disliked the absence of you digging around in his mouth. god, he thought he was so weird.

your hand returned to his cock, wrapping around it and pumping up and down quickly, without warning. he cried out, gripping your shoulder.

"goodness, look at you. wish someone would walk in right now. hear the way you moan and whine weakly. they'd figure out so quickly you're not quite as high and mighty as you make yourself out to be," you chuckle, looking at him writhe. although he was taller than you, it still felt as though he were underneath you.

"s-shit, y/n," he moaned, hips bucking. your free hand gripped his waist, keeping it pinned to the wall.

"stay still." you instructed, your hand on his cock speeding up a bit. kai's knees buckled, he felt his mind was mush, he was shaky and all thoughts of you consumed him.

"fuck y/n, i think im gonna cum," kai warned, opening his eyes to take a peek at you. he couldn't handle it. the way you looked so angry, so ready to snap him in half. if he kept looking at you, he would surely cum right that second.

"already? that's a little sad, don't you think?" you teased, hand on his waist making its way up his chest. you pinch his left nipple harshly, and he whimpers once again.

"oh my god," he moans. you could feel his entire body shaking and jolting with every move you made. "can i?"

"cum? i don't know. why should i even let you?" you asked, only wanting to hear him beg.

"please. fuck, please let me cum. i need to i really need to. i'm sorry! i'll-ill keep my mouth shut when you want me to," kai pleaded. you, at last, gave in.

"go ahead, cum," you said. he let go with a loud moan, anyone directly outside the door could probably hear. you moved to the side just in time so his mess wouldn't touch you.

"o-oh, fuck," he panted, sliding down the wall, sitting on the floor. you kneeled, your hand placed on his cheek.

"you learn your lesson?" you asked, smirking complacently.

"maybe." you rolled your eyes at his response, but couldn't help the smile that followed.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 © 𝐤𝐲𝐚-𝐢𝐬-𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐥

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐲? 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞

[improvapocalyps]

"Okay, yeah. If you kill a red name, killed a red name-" "I'll give you a life for that. That's the deal." "We'll be back together like buddies again, Bdubs."

In participation of Extreme Timed Challenge Gift Exchange hosted by @extremetimedchallengeexchange!

[gifs, full storyboard, behind-the-scene rambles under cut]

past 48h animatics: MCYTETC2023, ETC2023

[Red Lives-Suspicion; Prayer-Determination; Fireworks]

Fiddled with gradient maps this time for some additional colors :D I would have colored in the eyes as well, but I didn't have enough energy left when the event hit the 47th hour xD

Also played around with camera movements. Respect to people who do fan edits and other forms of video/ assets editing 'cause keyframes are so 😭

13 hours to draft storyboard this time! Last year I used 16 but with waaay more frames idk how I accomplished that. Probably bc this year I'm drawing more than three(3) characters lmao

Progress Timeline:

[13th hour] finished storyboard/ draft (plany off time...) [25th hour] lineart for the first 10 seconds (wuh oh) [36th hour] lineart for the first 25 seconds (oh shit oh fuck gotta shorten it) [45th hour] finished Bdubs' part (NOOO I DONT HAVE TIME FOR ETHO)

ngl kinda glad i cut it in half rn 'cause i'd have to spend time figuring out shadowDog's design /lh

Designs I used for Lizzie and Joel (old art from 2022 and 2021 respectively) (holy shit i've been here for 3 years???)

Joel *shakes fist* i hate u and ur stupid beard

[Lyrics vibe/scene planning; hours before disaster]

I think most of the drawn parts didn't deviate from the initial idea. Mostly timing adjustments and building upon the vibes. The parts that were changed the most was the "And you caused it (×3 combo)".

Went from "vague flashbacks" to "following Etho and co. out of the cave and back to Scott's base while implying who Etho blames with single character focus shots".

The first one is Scott because he suggested the idea. Like, obviously he's to blame. It's not like Etho went along and cemented the deal himself. Scott totally peer-pressured him into it.

The second one is Etho because... well the scene ends up kind of being like. The sight of the Snow Fortress triggering a flashback. (EthosLab the content creator deliberately turned his camera towards the Snow Fortress and holds it there for a second instead of looking at the huge lava pillar right in front of him. What is WRONG with him.)

But also like. Clocks are kind of special to Bdubs right. Whoever gave him a clock basically has his (temporary) loyalty or at the least earned a favor from him. So like. If he hadn't gifted Bdubs the clock, which signifies a closer(?) bond, maybe Bdubs wouldn't be so devoted to him (wrong). Also serves as a call-back/ reference to the "Prayer-Determination" shot ("pray with clock" in the scene planning screenshot). I like to think that Bdubs weighted his options and thought about "if he will kill/ who to kill" a lot while following the other Red Names. And in that scene he's like, convincing/ motivating himself. Remembering who/ what he's doing this for.

(It is also meant to be part of my giftee's other prompt: "an exploration of the doubt one or both of them felt during the heart transfer that didn’t happen after Bdubs killed Lizzie, and the following guilt Etho felt." The Etho section starting from "we're setting fire to our inside for fun" til the end of the animatic is based on that prompt.)

After a brief period of self-blame, it's time to shift it onto someone else! Because you're in denial! If Bdubs hadn't gone red, then Etho wouldn't have to offer the deal. If Bdubs hadn't want to stay as teammates, then he wouldn't agree to the deal. If Bdubs wasn't so devoted to Etho, then he wouldn't have attacked Lizzie and gotten himself killed.

Then the animatic ends with the end of the session :D

...That's longer than I expected but also not that long. If you read through all that, tysm :] Tell me your thoughts! Have a good day/ evening/ night :D

[the-kr8tor]

Hii this is my first ask, and I was wondering if I could get a hobie x gn!reader who's kind of like pearl from steven Universe? Like something going on with her, but she doesn’t open up because she doesn't have a good handle on emotions of other people, nor of her own? Idk the idea just came to me 😭. Anyways I love all your works and you are such a talented writer. Have a good day/night/afternoon, and remember to rest, eat food, and drink water 🌟

Thank you for requesting, lovely! I'm not quite familiar with pearl's character (I only know her from the few episodes I've watched) so I hope I wrote this okay 💛 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, cw panic attack, cw drinking, FLUFF

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The leather seats squeak under you, Hobie's arm slung over your shoulders, a cold pint in your hand. The condensation drips on your pants uncomfortably, the loud chatter of the pub makes you grit your teeth. Stuck on the inside of the booth, you stare blankly at a random nail poking out of the table. Your fists tighten around the glass of your abandoned drink.

The walls feel like they're closing in on you.

“Oi,” you feel your chest tighten, the air hot against your cheeks. “Love?” there's fingers rubbing softly on your wrist. “Y/N” you blink back to the present.

The entire table has their eyes on you. You clench your jaw together.

“Yeah? Sorry, I guess I'm more tired than I thought.” You chuckle humorlessly. “What were you saying, Hobie?”

Hobie's eyes are soft on you, “I was tellin’ them about that weird lookin’ dog we saw yesterday.” he bracelets his fingers around your wrist. “‘m gonna go out for a smoke, come with me?”

For a second you thought he's addressing someone else, but he only looks at you with a faint smile on his lips. It's enough to make you say yes.

“Okay” you slide out of the booth, blood rushing back to your legs.

Hobie cups your hand unabashedly, his friends hoot and holler. He flips them off without letting you go.

“Where are you lot goin’? Bathroom's that way!” One of his mates comments.

Hobie whispers in your ear, doing his best not to shout despite the roaring laughter behind you and the karaoke echoing throughout the old pub. “Don't mind them, yeah?”

You could only nod, the sweaty bodies you're weaving around makes you hold on to him tighter.

Exhaling, you finally feel like you can breathe again. Unclenching your fist, stretching your fingers, you find the crescent shapes on your palms. Large hands slide to your palm, wrapping your entire hand in both of his hands. He rubs at the skin gently, calloused fingers careful against the angry marks.

Hobie doesn't talk, you watch his face illuminated by the single street light. His brows are furrowed, lips tightly closed.

“You're angry” you break the silence.

“What?” He blinks in surprise, hands paused on your palm.

“I'm sorry, I wasn't listening”

He'd think you were joking if not for the serious look on your face. “Not angry, love. Don't” Hobie surrenders your hand back to you, opting to hold your face in his hands. You let him, leaning on his touch. “Don't apologize. Were you uncomfortable inside?”

“I’m—��� he encourages you to continue with his thumb massaging your cheek, his rings are cold against your searing skin, a nice reprieve from the warmth. “Yes, I was. I should've said something, sorry–”

Hobie cuts your unnecessary apology off with a soft kiss on your forehead. Shutting you up completely, skin warm once again but for a different, better reason.

“Works like a charm” he chuckles at your flustered face.

You hold his hands that's still glued to your face, not to take it off, no, but to show your own affection, knowing you won't be able to say a single word after what he did. You'll surely mess it up or get tongue tied.

Hobie beams at you, moving your face gently to the side to pepper your temple with not one or two but seven kisses. Each longer than the last until you laugh quietly in the dingy alleyway.

“There,” he huffs like he's out of breath. “I wasn't letting you go without hearing that laugh of yours.” You tilt your head to face him better. “What do you say we go home?”

“What about your friends?”

You keep finding yourself laughing more around him. “Okay, let's go home”

“They're your friends too.” You smile softly at his words. “Fuck ‘em, they didn't even laugh at the funny lookin' dog I showed ‘em.”

[vanishingcherry]

fc sian lilly pls? siannlilly on ig ! thanks

heyy <3 i wasn't sure who this was for, so i made the social media au for harry. in celebration of the one year anniversary of harry's house

masterlist

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HARRY'S HOUSE ALBUM RELEASE

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yourusername me when i remember that harry's house is out tomorrow

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harryfan1 honestly... same.

↳ harryfan2 i literally cant wait like matilda? i just know its gonna make me cry

harryandynforever i wonder if she's heard the album already

↳ yourusername nope... harry said i have to wait like everyone else

↳ harrystyles its meant to be a surprise

↳ harryandynforever OH MY GOD SHE COMMENTED AND HE COMMENTED AND OH MY GOD

ynfan shes so pretty it hurts

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harrystyles Harry's House. Out now.

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harryfan TE AMO

yourusername my all time fav album

↳ harrystyles my all time fav person

↳ ynandharry2 shes the only one who can get him to use his insta

onedirectioncomeback THAT MOUSTACHE LIKE EXCUSE ME

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harrystyles One Night Only. New York. May, 2022.

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keepdrivingsupremacy THIS WAS THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE

↳ username NO WAY U WENT? THATS SO LUCKY

harryfan19 ❤️😭🥰

harryfan him singing harry's house live for the first time was the best thing ive ever seen

↳ harryfan4 im gonna spend the next few hours binge watching every single video from that show

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yourusername harry's house, out now!

i've had the pleasure of watching you create this album over the last year, and as secretive as you've been over the songs, it's been one of the best experiences of my life. seeing you this happy and in your element makes me the happiest person on earth.

the album is nothing short of amazing and i love it and i love you. you've told our story in a way more beautiful than i thought possible. it is an honour to be your muse.

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harrystyles the inspiration behind harry's house

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harrylovesme NO WAY HES SIMPING ON MAIN

yourusername ❤️

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harryfan i too would write a whole album about her

username oh my god her style are we sure taylor swift didnt write about her

[zee-143]

Can I request

Skz headcanons for, partner that laughs like Cruella De vil on helium :D

Or

Partner that is tall af and is basically a cat

Hope it's smth you can write, mon chérie 💓

--Skz with you as their tall and cat like partner--

A/N: I chose the second one pookie!!! I just thought it was interesting and we love our tall bitches😌💕 Hoping this is what you were looking for😭

Genre: Fluff asf

Warnings: None I believe other than swearing:P

Chan

He was a little intimidated at first by your height (never judged you for it though 😞❤)

Now, he's obsessed with how tall you are

He enjoys every single hug or cuddle

Some days you'll be really clingy, and those are the days he absolutely loved

Despite the height difference, chan doesn't mind being the bigger spoon when cuddling

He was quick to notice your cat like tendencies.

Fight me but he boops your nose

I'M SORRY I JUST CAN'T STOP IMAGINING CHAN BOOPING MY NOSE THEN GOING "Boop! "

Says yes ma'am sarcastically when you tell him to do something

Minho

He wasn't fazed by your height at all

Called you cute any chance he got

Always playfully strangles you into a bear hug (especially if you're feeling down)

Minho having cats then having a cat like partner? He loves it

Whenever you'd want his attention, Minho would ignore you but only in a playful manner. He likes seeing your pissed off reactions.

He would have so much pride when around you. Even in public, he'd basically show off how tall you are

(We love him😭❤)

He would occasionally rub your cheeks just for fun.

Changbin

OUR SHORT KING😍

He would be so in love with you it's not even funny

Kisses your cheeks all the time

He gives the best hugs! Though sometimes he almost squeezes you to death. He's just affectionate y'all😭

Whenever you do something, Changbin congratulations you by patting your head.. If he can't reach, he will pull you down to his level. Just to pat your head

He will literally SCREAM in public : "I LOVE MY TALL AND BEAUTIFUL BABY"

In conclusion, he loves you too bits. Maybee a little attached but don't worry. It's all for love

Hyunjin

He was shook

I mean, he is technically the tallest in Stray Kids. And of course he has met people taller than him. But for you, his partner, to be taller was such a surprise.

He didn't complain though

He always held your hand and leaned his head against your arm.

He complimented your looks every single day. Without fail. (Sometimes it was concerning)

Omfg, he loved your cat like actions

Whenever you suddenly got clingy, he'd instantly melt.

Other days when you didn't feel like it, he'd be disappointed but couldn't say much. He just really liked your hugs

A common thing Hyunjin really did was kiss your nose before you went anywhere. It was like a tradition.

Even if he had to stand on tip toes just to do it, he didn't mind

Jisung

Jisung wasn't as shocked as the others but definitely wasn't unfazed.

He tried not to show it but it was obvious

As soon as you both started dating, he learned how useful it was

(You could easily scare people away😭)

He loved when you rubbed your cheek against his

It was a feeling that he ADORED

Just as much as he adored you

Gosh, does he adore you

He always wraps his arms around your waist from behind.

Treats you like a baby sometimes, though you could tower him

He'd squish your face and speak like he would to an infant

It pisses you off, though it's sorta cute

Jisung is extremely attached to you, so good luck😍

Felix

Like Jisung, Attached af. Maybe a little worse?

He loves his tall partner.

You're height amazed him. He stared at you like you're the first tall person he's met.

Dating you was an even better experience

The funny thing was, in public people would think he's your child or something. When you had to correct them that he was your boyfriend the look of 'what the actual fuck' on their faces is priceless

It's not even your height. It's how he trails behind you or holds your hands that was confusing. Like a little child

Felix loves being the little spoon.

He lays on your lap and let's you play with his hair, telling you random stories

You both act like freaking cats, so marriage when😞

Seungmin

Doesn't give a shit.

You're tall. So what? He likes that about you.

Seungmin is the type to kiss your hand I think

Like, he's that more old times romance

DANDY BOI, SEUNGMIN!!!

He feeds you like a toddler. No debate about this. He would literally tell you to open your mouth and feed you himself

Despite you being taller, he's usually the one taken more seriously

They say dogs and cats can't get along but like y'all are adorable af

Seungmin is mature, but plays pranks like a bitch. And you react in an annoyed manner.

That makes him laugh

He massages you during cuddling sessions. Idk, it just feels right.

Just like. Get along with the puppy and it'll be fun times (he'll fight you sometimes)

Jeongin

Your height didn't affect him as much

He was suspicious but still loved you for it

Kisses your face everywhere

When y'all start hugging, you'll have to wait for about 2 hours until he let's go

Nothing serious (you'll be lucky if it's isn't 4 hours🤭)

Omg, he loved when you'd start your cat tendencies

He'd smile form ear to ear

Sometimes you had to set him straight

He'd often do dumb things. You felt like a mother when lecturing him

Jeongin didn't listen anyway so-

He respects you a whole lot. And that's the important part

Normal men<<<Jeongin

[astraystayyh]

Hi again, that angst anon from before hehe. No smut is totally fine! I wanted to request a piece where the reader has to kinda break-up w their skz s/o (or even vice versa) and they try to give their s/o a memorable kind of last day together? Ofc the said s/o doesn't know it yet?

Idk where this came from 😭 like totally not channeling my own breakup lmao. also, pls ignore if you don't feel like writing it! No pressure love <3

Beginning of the end

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Genre: ANGST

Summary: You are breaking up with Chan, he just doesn't know it yet.

Author's note: I hope you are doing well lovely anon <3 Hopefully, this is what you wanted I'd love to hear your feedback!! Since you said that reader has to break up with their s/o, I made it related to work reasons, but you can imagine anything else, I didn't really dive into details.

Please leave your thoughts in the comments or reblogs,, I read every single one of them!!! Also, listen to "The night we met" if you can while reading, I think it really fits the vibe <33

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Loving Chan was the easiest thing you've ever done in your life. In the nine months you've been together, you quickly got accustomed to him. To his presence, to his words, to his smiles, to his touches. Sometimes, you couldn't remember what life was like before him.

You liked to imagine that you'd be together for the rest of your lives, that you'd spend every waking moment with him. It has never crossed your mind that there was a possibility he'd leave, or that worse, you'd end up leaving him.

But here you were, sitting on the edge of your empty bed, your phone tightly clutched in your hand. You've just received the job offer of a lifetime, an opportunity you've been fighting, working, and dreaming of since you graduated. The only problem is that it was on the other side of the world. You'd have to leave behind the comfort of your current life, and home- Chan.

You allowed yourself a couple of seconds of bliss, where you imagined you'd get both the job and Chan. But as much as you didn't want to, you had to face the cruel reality. Your relationship wouldn't survive if you left.

You barely saw him as it is and it would be too hard to maintain a healthy long-distance relationship. It would require too much effort, something you both can't put on because of your jobs. Loving each other would become tiring, the love would turn to resentment, then hate. You couldn't allow that.

And you were in love with Chan, you adored him with every fiber of your soul. But you knew that if you stayed the 'what ifs' would haunt you. How far would you have made it? Would you have been happier had you left? You'd lash out at him and it wasn't fair, not to him, not to you.

The sound of the door opening snaps you out of your haze- it was Chan coming back from his studio. You quickly stand up, wiping away the tears that have managed to escape from your eyes. You plaster a fake smile on your face, heading out of the bedroom to meet him.

"Hi darling," Chan greets you as soon as he sees you, opening his arms wide for you to hug him. You skip towards him and sink into his touch -as if he was the sun and you've been in the cold for too long.

You've always found Chan's hugs healing, there was something about the way he wrapped his arms around you that made you feel so safe, so comforted; as if your bodies were made solely to get lost in each other. But tonight, his hug had the opposing effect, tonight it felt like the calm before the storm. The beginning of the end.

Sometime later, Chan joins you in bed after eating his dinner. He brings your body to his and you snuggle closer to him. "Honey?" he calls out in a soft voice and you hum in reply. "Are you okay? You've been quiet tonight," he asks you as his hand slowly skims up and down your arm.

You thought he didn't notice but of course he did, he has always been very attentive to you.

"Just tired," you whisper, placing a soft kiss on his bare chest.

"There is something more," he points out, leaning away to look at you properly. Your eyes well up with tears under his watchful gaze. You loved his eyes so much. "Hey, hey, don't cry baby," he shushes, his thumb gently wiping away your tears. "You'll talk to me about it when you are ready, yeah?" he coos at you, using the gentle tone he only reserved for times like these.

"Alright," you whisper back, pulling him closer to your body once again.

"You don't need to hide from me, yn. I know you like the back of my hand."

You've always found the expression "knowing someone like the back of your hand" funny. It entailed that human beings remain unchanged over the years, just like the lines stretching on our palms do.

You felt that humans were more like seasons. We know that there is an autumn, followed by a winter, a spring and finally a summer. But seasons surprise us each time they visit, and sometimes you can no longer recognize the one you are in; just like you no longer recognize yourself at some points in your life.

And tonight, Chan saw you as an eternal summer, warm and loving. But you were an ending autumn, slipping between his fingers and morphing into a cold and lonely winter. He just didn't know it yet.

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You haven't slept for the past three days.

You stayed awake each night watching Chan; engraving each one of his features into your memory. He looked so peaceful sleeping in your arms, mumbling your name every now and then. He trusted you with his heart, you realized, and you were about to break it in half.

They always talk about leaving someone that had hurt you, the cruel words spitted out, the pretty vases shattered, the angry tears spilled. Chaotic breakups, a perfect end for a horrible relationship. But what about breaking up with someone you still love? How do you let go of someone who has been nothing but kind to you?

You knew that no matter how much you didn't want to, your final conversation with Chan would be a painful one. But you didn't want him to remember you that way, you wanted to leave him with a fond memory, a token of the love you both held for each other.

So, when there are only two days left until you have to give your final reply, you decide to spend one last memorable day with him.

It starts off with the breakfast you cooked for him. You brought it to him to bed and he gave you such a dazzling smile, you almost dropped the plate you were holding. You then drove to that one arcade he's been raving about, and he seemed so carefree there, you felt bile rise in your throat at the thought of what was to come.

Throughout the day, you tried your best to forget. As you ordered his favorite food, played his favorite music, fixed his jacket, fed him ice cream, and held his hand. You tried to forget that it was the last time you'd get to do it, the last time you'd get to love him.

Your final destination was the beach, Chan's favorite place before he met you. You never thought that one day, there would be an 'after you'.

You were now sitting on the sand, your back leaning on Chan's chest while you watched the sun cast down. "You know, I want to spend the rest of my sunsets with you", he whispers in your ear, placing a soft kiss on your shoulder blade. You remain silent, you couldn't tell him that this sunset was your last.

"I love you", you finally reply and he hugs you tighter to him, "I love you too."

"No, Chan. Listen, I love you. I love you so much. Whatever the future brings, don't forget it, please", you turn around, holding his hands tightly in your sweaty ones. Chan's eyebrows furrow when he looks at you, you've never been this desperate for a promise. "Promise me. Promise me you won't forget it. You won't forget that I love you", you beg, your breathing labored now.

He grabs your face between his hands, anchoring you back to him. "What is going on yn? What's wrong?" he asks.

"Just promise me, please. Just this one thing."

"I promise yn, I promise baby. Just calm down, I'm here", he reassures, burying your head in the crook of his neck. Your silent tears dampen his t-shirt and he can feel his worry deepen. He suddenly had a very bad feeling.

"Baby, talk to me, please. You've been distant these past few days, and now out of the blue we go out and so happen to do all of my favorite things... What's going on? You're scaring me."

This is it then, the point of no return.

"I... I got a job offer. The one I've been dreaming about", you start off, there was no use in hiding it any further.

"That's amazing baby, I'm so proud of you! We have to celebrate and tell-", he excitedly rambles and you cut him off, "No. No... Listen to me. It's... it's on the other side of the world."

"Oh...", his joy fizzles out as realization dawns on him; the pieces of the puzzle suddenly falling into place.

He can see it too now, the countdown, the beginning of the end.

"Is this why you've brought me here today? Spending all this time with me only to...", he scoffs incredulously, "only to leave me afterward?"

"I didn't know how to tell you and I- I wanted us to have a final memory together", you explain, your hands reaching out toward him. He steps back as if your touch had burned him.

"Did it ever occur to you that if you left me after this it would hurt me even more?!", he shouts, standing up and pacing furiously in front of you. "You just gave me a taste of what the rest of our lives could have been like and now you're leaving?!"

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Chan, I- I'm so sorry. You have to believe me, please. It wasn't my intention!" you cry out. You never wanted it to end like this.

Chan takes a deep breath, running his hand through his hair angrily. He doesn't look at you as he mutters a cold "let's go home."

The car ride back is tense, you don't know what to say, not when he's this angry, not when he's driving. When you arrive, he stares off into the distance, his jaw clenching every two seconds. "Go without me. I need time to myself," he tells you.

You oblige, understanding where he's coming from. As soon as you close the door of the car he drives off, leaving you standing all alone on the sidewalk.

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You are curled around yourself in a ball, the pillow beneath you is wet from your unstopping stream of tears. It's been a few hours since Chan has left; few hours less in the time you have left together.

The front door opens and you shut your eyes closed. You remain as still as possible when Chan enters your bedroom and lays right next to you. "I know you're awake yn", he whispers and you open your eyes, turning around to look at him in the dim light.

"Did you eat? I left you dinner in the kitchen", you say in a quiet voice and he nods faintly. "I saw. Thank you."

The mere centimeters between your bodies stretch farther and farther, turning into a vast ocean you can't seemingly cross. Chan can clearly feel it now- he's lost a war he never wanted to partake in.

"I will miss your dinners and the notes you wrote with them. I've kept all of them in a-", his voice cracks, "in a box under the bed."

"I know", you whisper, voice hoarse. "I saw it one day when I was cleaning. You even kept the flower I gave you on our first date," you choke out and he smiles sadly.

"I wanted to show them to our kids one day."

His words linger in the air, suffocating you. You can no longer hold it within- the sobs begging to come out, "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry", you cry and he pulls you to him instantly.

"I know", he pats your head down and you cry harder.

"I never- I never wanted to hurt you. I swear, I swear."

"I know. I know, honey."

"And I love you, and I'm sorry- I'm sorry that it's not enough to make me stay."

"It's okay, I'm not mad at you, don't apologize."

You pull away, leaning in forward to kiss him goodbye. Your salty tears mingle with his, and you pour it all out in this kiss- your love, your pain, your remorse. You can feel his desperation as his lips meet yours for the last time, a part of him wanting to scream at you that you could have this for the rest of your life. That you could still make it work. But he doesn't. Instead, he settles on meeting your lips in a heart wrenching kiss, trying his hardest to make it last; as if he could live off the feeling you give him alone.

When you finally pull away, you gently wipe his tears away with the sleeve of your hoodie and he does the same. "Let's just act as if nothing's happening. Sleep as usual, yeah?" he says as he nuzzles his nose with yours softly.

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"I will". He won't. "Good night darling, I love you."

"Good night, Channie. I love you more."

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The sun streaming through your curtains wakes you up. You pat the spot beside you only to find it cold and empty, save for a letter carefully placed on the bed. You quickly open it, hot tears already blurring your vision.

"My love,

You wanted to give me a memory to remember you by, and you did. It wasn't our time at the beach, I'm afraid. It was you fast asleep in my arms last night. Those are the moments I fell in love with you in, quiet peaceful times where I could simply exist and admire you. I used to hate the fact that I couldn't sleep but I no longer minded it with you, it meant I could stare at you as much as I wanted. I suppose I'd have to find something else to do now.

My love, those past months with you have been the happiest of my life. And I see you everywhere now, I see you in the stars and sunsets, I see you in pretty gardens and in all the places we went to together. Loving you has been healing, loving you has been soft, loving you has been peaceful. And I wouldn't lie to you; I was ready to beg you to stay. It scared me to think of a world where I wouldn't be with you anymore.

But I realized I couldn't ask that of you, it was that passion you held within you that made me admire you in the first place. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if you dimmed your fire just for me. So, wherever you go, I hope you shine brightly, my beautiful star. I hope you are fulfilled and I hope that waking up every day feels like a gift to you.

I suppose that no matter how much I wanted to, we weren't meant to be in this lifetime. But I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat. I'd go through the pain of losing you if it meant I'd get to love you at some point in my life.

You've told me yesterday that you loved me, but it wasn't enough for you to stay. So don't worry, my yn, I love you and it's enough for me to let you go.

Yours, Chan.

P.S: I took the box with me and in a way, our memories with it. But our love will remain despite everything. I hope you'll always feel it too".

You hug the letter tightly to your chest, painful sobs racking through your body.

That was the last time you ever heard from Chan.

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Part 2.