#yeah they were cute and all and yes i mostly definitely cried but come on

[heartofanenigma]

Everyone talks about tajdar and alamzeb but BEBO JAAN??? USKI AZADI KE SAPNE??? USKI AMMI JAAN KI AISI BETI JO CHITI KO BHI NAHI MAAR SAKTI THI JISNE MAUT KO BHI NIGAL LIYA APNE DESH KE LIYE??? FARIDAN??? AND HER DEFINITELY BEING A BISEXUAL QUEEN?? JISNE HAR US INSAAN AUR GHAR KO JALA DIYA JISE USKO PAANA CHAHA??

[bisexual-thoughtss]

Please could I request a Humphrey Bone x reader, where the reader is Alison’s younger sister who moves in and he starts to fall in love with her and it turns out she can touch ghosts as well as see them 💙💙

I sat forever trying to work out a way reader could see/touch ghosts and I think this turned out pretty cute when I finally figured that out. And it gave me an idea for another Humphrey fic, so I should be posting that one soon, too!

Humphrey Bone x Reader

Unbelievable. That was how you’d describe getting a phone call from your older sister that she’d inherited a manor in the country from some great-step-aunt neither of you even knew you had. When she’d told you they were going to keep it and fix it up and asked if you wanted to move in and help them, you jumped at the chance. You hated your crowded little flat anyway, so an opportunity to live in a big house in the country was a no-brainer.

You were getting everything in order, quitting your job, finalizing the end of your lease, packing up your things, when you got a call from Mike that Alison had had an accident but she was stable now. They wanted to keep her in the hospital a week for observation, and you still had some things to tie up, so you promised you’d be there about a week after she got home to give her some time to rest. Little did you know that that week was not particularly restful for her.

~

When you come up the drive of Button House, the sheer size of the manor is enough to take your breath away. The second thing that takes your breath away is the amount of ghosts staring at you from the window. You know Alison and Mike are here alone, and if that one’s arrow is any indication, they’re definitely ghosts up there.

A childhood near death experience had left you able to see ghosts. As a kid, everyone just figured you were talking to your imaginary friends, but as an adult it became much harder to explain why you were talking to nothing without looking crazy. You know no one would believe you, so you mostly just ignore them so you don’t get shipped off to an institution.

Knocking on the door, you hear lots of chatter inside before Alison whisper yells “shut up!”.

“Hi!” She greets cheerily when she opens the door, pulling you into a hug.

“Are you okay? Mike didn’t tell me much,” you glare at Mike playfully over her shoulder, before taking her by the arms and giving her a once over. The group of ghosts behind her are all talking over each other about you, which you studiously try to ignore.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just a bump on the head,” she laughs, shutting the door behind you. She takes you on a little tour around the manor, the ghosts following close behind. You barely hold in your gasp when a headless ghosts appears around one corner. That one is going to be hard to get used to.

Alison shows you to one of the least run down bedrooms for you to stay in, the ghosts staying behind when Alison leaves.

“Oh good, another harlot exposing her knees,” the Edwardian lady grumbles.

“She seems lovely,” the Georgian lady gushes sweetly.

“She’s pretty, but not as lovely as my beloved Alison,” the Regency man enthuses. This one makes your eyebrows raise as you continue unpacking your first suitcase you’d brought up.

“Yes, she is something. I’d like to-“ the ghost with no pants starts.

“Hey!” You cut him off, certain you don’t want to hear whatever it is he was going to say. All the ghosts gasp in surprise, the Regency man jumps about a foot in the air and you can’t help your laugh. Overlapping cries of “she can see us, too!?” echo in the room before you shush them.

“Yes, I can see you,” you grumble, “wait what do you mean ‘too’?”

“We must go tell Alison!” The Georgian lady gasps, rushing down the hall.

“Wait! What?” You call after her but the other ghosts are already following her. You rush after them, peeking around the doorframe and into the kitchen. They’re all talking animatedly to Alison and your jaw drops. Mike is sitting at the table, ignoring the whole thing.

“You can see them too!” You cheer, coming fully into the kitchen. Alison jumps at your sudden appearance.

“I- um, what-“ she stutters out before you stop her.

“Tell me you can see them, too?” You beg.

“What do you mean see them too? You can see them?” She demands and you nod sheepishly.

“Ever since I had that fall as a kid, when I was in the hospital? I’ve been able to see them. I didn’t tell anyone cause I knew they’d think I was mad,” you explain.

“I wouldn’t have!” She exclaims and you shoot her a look.

“Alright I would’ve, but oh my god. Finally someone else can see them,” her sigh turns into laughter, “and finally someone else can deal with them too.”

“Seriously?! Everyone can see them but me!?” Mike groans, and you and Alison dissolve into giggles.

~

You settle into Button House swimmingly, all the ghosts immediately taking a shine to you. You always try to answer their questions and deal with their requests so Alison can focus on the house. Robin likes to jump scare both of you now, Kitty is just fine being best friends with the both of you, and Fanny directs her fussing at both of you.

The one ghost you can’t quite get past is the headless one, you’ve never seen anything like it. That is, until one fateful afternoon.

“Oh you’re quite pretty,” a lilting voice speaks as you walk into the sitting room. You shriek in dismay at the sight of a head sitting on the table before you realize it’s a ghost. You know right away that it must go with the body that you’ve seen walking around aimlessly.

“I’m so sorry, you just gave me quite a fright,” you tell him, moving closer to him. He’s really quite handsome, you realize.

“Oh, s’alright. Used to it really, who are you? You can see me?” He asks with a furrowed brow.

“Oh! I’m Alison’s sister,” you smile.

“Huh. Seems I’ve missed quite a bit,” he chuckles. You sit down at the table, filling him in on what he’s missed. You can’t believe you’ve been here for weeks and only just been introduced to him.

“Don’t any of the other ghosts ever help you put your head back?” You ask suddenly, annoyed on his behalf.

“Sometimes, but it tends to just fall off again so they usually don’t bother,” he tells you and you huff.

“Rude, I’d help you if I could,” you huff and he laughs.

After this, you spend quite a lot of time talking with Humphrey whenever you find him somewhere about the house. He tells you about his life and what it was like back then, regaling you with stories that make you laugh until you cry.

Humphrey, for his part, is ecstatic someone actually wants to spend time with him. He hadn’t known you could hear him, but he did mean it when he said you were pretty. He cursed the fact that when he’d finally found someone of interest, you couldn’t interact with him but to talk. He supposed this was better than nothing, although he longed to touch you. But he wouldn’t dwell on it too long, he certainly didn’t want to end up acting like Thomas, the old sop. Besides, he found enough happiness in talking to you that he almost forgets about the longing most days. The ghosts don’t seem to mind leaving him behind when something happens, but you always make sure to catch him up in what’s been happening later when you find him.

~

One day you’ve finally had enough when you find Thomas on the lawn kicking around Humphrey’s head.

“Honestly, what’s wrong with you lot?” You implore, snatching Humphrey’s head from him and walking back towards the house. You make it about half way across the lawn before you gasp, holding up Humphrey to look him in the eyes.

“You can touch me?” He asks at the same time you exclaim, “I can touch you?!”

You turn to find Thomas gaping at you from across the grass, which sends you into a fit of giggles.

“Oh my god, I can touch you,” you say, full of wonder as you hold him gently.

Thomas runs up to you with his hand held out and you shift to hold Humphrey in the crook of one arm, your hand under his chin. You take Thomas’ hand, both of you gasping and pulling away in alarm when his hand fits solidly in yours instead of going through it. Thomas takes off towards the house and you follow at a much slower pace behind him.

“This is certainly a new development,” Humphrey says, and you jump, almost forgetting you were holding him.

“Yeah, I’d say so,” you laugh shakily.

Once you enter the house, you find the ghosts are crowded around Alison and Thomas, chattering wildly at the news, no doubt.

“So you can touch them!” Alison gasps as you walk in still carrying Humphrey.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” you tell her, “I’m just as surprised as you.”

“Wonder why I can’t do that?” She frowns.

“Perhaps it’s because your accident happened as a child?” Fanny inquires.

“Ah, yes childrens can sometimes sees us,” Mary chimes in.

“So perhaps having been at that age and already able to see ghosts, you were taken one step further,” the Captain contemplates.

“Yeah, I- I guess so,” you agree, “has anyone seen Humphrey’s body lately?”

They tell you where they last saw him and you wonder off that direction.

“You really don’t have to go to this trouble,” Humphrey huffs from your arms.

“Well now that I know I can actually help you, I’m not just going to leave you places,” you tell him and you can feel his smile curve against your arm.

“Aha!” You shout victoriously when you round a corner and nearly run right into his body. It bumps into you and toddles off in the other direction before you can catch it.

“No! Ugh, why are you so fast,” you groan as you follow behind, Humphrey laughing from his place in your arms. You catch up, grabbing his puffy sleeve and pinning him between you and the wall so you can get his head on properly without him walking off. You set his head gently on his shoulders, your hands on his cheeks to hold him steady. Once he’s settled, you realize all at once that you’re pressed against him from chest to knees and a dark blush settles across your cheeks.

“Sorry,” you mumble, moving to pull away when his hands grab your wrists to stop you.

“Thank you,” he murmurs, and you know he means for more than just putting his head back. One of his hands slides up to cradle yours against his face, the other moving to brush a stray hair behind your ear before threading his fingers softly into the hair at the nape of your neck.

“Sure,” you breathe quietly, not wanting to break the fragile atmosphere that’s settled around the two of you. He pulls you in gently with the hand on your neck, giving you ample time to pull away if you want. You don’t, letting him pull you close and press your lips together sweetly. You laugh as his moustache tickles you, both of you smiling too much to kiss properly.

[alpydk]

Question first:

How hard you wanna be destroyed?

Ah shit...here it comes, if you don't like one skip it.

So be prepared to be destroyed by the HORRIBLE QUESTION GAME🔥☠️ (Friday, what could go wrong?)

3 + 13 +27+29+36 +37+54+61+63+64+70

(I have my problems to choose single ones it seems)

Me? Destroyed? I think you're confusing me with someone weaker. Like Steve Burnside. Watch me lose some followers now because of some of these answers (54 especially)

03: Do you regret anything?

Oh, tonnes of things. If I had a time machine, I'd probably be using it constantly for things. Dropping out of college, starting to s/h, getting married to my ex, resigning from my job at Blizzard, all the shit with my dad, all the times I never said no... Long fucking list.

13: Do you hate anyone at the moment?

I get too lazy to hate people. I get incredibly angry at people and hold grudges, but hate? Ehhhhh. I've always hated Andie McDowell. Never met her, no idea what she is like as a person. Just get irrationally angry when she is on the TV.

Look at her... Thinking she stands a chance with the God that is James Spader. Alpy disapproves.

27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart?

Yes. See first marriage. Married my 'high school sweetheart' after 7 years together. We sort of became more friends than we did a couple. He was clingy, emotional, dependent on me for everything, and I was a headcase much like I am now who did not need a mummy's boy gazing at me lovingly all the time. For a long while, I believed I was simply asexual. Turns out I just wasn't attracted to him. Met someone at work, started getting emotionally involved with the guy. Ex found out, started crying. I went cold on him completely, realised saying 'I love you' was an automatic response rather than actually meaning it. He left the Friday. Come Monday, I was in bed with the new guy. We were divorced 9 months after getting married. 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? See above. But then he cried at everything so it could have just been the sunset or something.

36: Do you give out second chances too easily?

My partner says I do, but I'm not so sure. I think it's more I'm selective about who I give those chances to. Are they someone I can actually trust who has just fucked up or at they someone who's just fucking useless and not worth the stress? (Can you see where Thomas comes from now?)

37: Is it easier to forgive or forget?

Definitely forgive. Ask forgiveness, not permission, as the old saying goes. I have forgiven so many things over the years, but you can guarantee I have logged every single one of those things for next time when I'm inevitably let down.

54: Is cheating ever okay?

Oooo.... Let me go against the grain (as usual) and say yes. Abusive relationships need an out sometimes and if fucking another person is that out, then so be it. Like yeah, we can all go on about how you just need to communicate and blah blah blah, but in reality, shit like that doesn't always work. You're not always going to find compromise and sometimes a person just isn't going to be mentally sound enough to either leave or stay in a relationship. How many people are staying with partners (in mostly good relationships) because they're afraid of hurting that person or because they have no other choice in the matter? Cheating could help both of them out.

61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

No. It's patronising as fuck. Stop with that shit.

63: Would you change your name?

Took me long enough to get my changed as it was. I was known by my middle name until 9 years ago. But even then, I don't think I would. I have a pretty bitching name. I think I'd rather change it to something more neutral if anything, like Max or something. Charlie was always a great name growing up. Maybe that. How is this a horrible question?

64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

Last person was my partner so no. Who are we kissing that would suddenly make it difficult to kiss them again? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

My kid is probably the only person I wouldn't even hesitate about. Sure I love my partner, but... it's not that simple. So yeah, my kid. And possibly Gale, if he were to exist in my life and love me and all the over caveats that would be required.

[prismartist]

thankee theo!! :D hehe alliteration

1. Were you named after anyone?

nno not really. my first irl name is sanskrit and my second is a classical song. as for prism and eli(jah), they just popped into my brain XD

2. When was the last time you cried?

pretty sure 1-2 weeks ago when i finished the ducktales 2017 finale kdjdk

3. Do you use sarcasm?

yeah definitely, though mostly for bits

4. What's the first thing you notice about people?

i think vibe too, just to see what energy i should have around them. but also language, since those who mainly speak tagalog i will have a harder time speaking to lmao

5. What's your eye color?

brown!

6. Scary movie or happy ending?

happy ending, i don't think i can handle scary movies just yet :p however i do vibe with tragedies

7. Any special talents?

my fingers can bend backwards pretty far, like 50° or something, so if i put my hands together i can make it look like theyre wiggling :]

8. Any pets?

yes!! i got two cats, sausage and his mom luna. cute guys. sausage is horrible tho <3 i also have a tortoise named urduja and we had an iguana called smaug but he escaped his cage and we cant find him :(

9. What sports do you play/have played?

once played basketball during sportsfest!! it's my fave sport but i cant really play it anywhere. i also used to play volleyball and badminton with others at my old school during breaks.

10. How tall are you?

5 ft >:(

11. What was your favorite subject in school?

probably english but purely for the literature/writing parts. i struggled in grammar for some reason tho i can do it ok irl.

12. Dream job?

hh i got a lot of options since i'm a very creative person, but i'm thinking storyboarder, writer, comic artist, or singer. maybe gamer if it comes to that. i also considered comedian? idk maybe all of the above lgklfkdkdkd. we'll see.

tagging @ranboocore @appleflavoredkitkats @quaranmine @hispanicin @noobsomeexagerjunk @atty-goldstein and anyone else if ya want!!

Thanks for the tag @theydoctor <3 :D

1. Were you named after anyone?

I named myself after Theodore Laurence from Little Women (a very trans book, go listen to the Jo's Boys podcast)

2. When was the last time you cried?

Recently. Like Friday maybe

3. Do you use sarcasm?

Yes :P though it is mostly in reaction to other people's sarcasm

4. What's the first thing you notice about people?

I think their vibe? like maybe their sense of style

5. What's your eye color?

Brown :)

6. Scary movie or happy ending?

false dichotomy but happy endings mainly

7. Any special talents?

I can solve a rubik's cube (it's a good fiddle)

8. Any pets?

My bby boys! We have two corgi/chihuahua puppies. they're 6 months old and I love them.

[Image description: 2 images of corgi/chihuahua puppies.

The first image is a brown and white corgi/chihuahua mix puppy standing outside with snow on his nose. Both his ears are standing up.

The second image is a brown corgi/chihuahua mix puppy standing outside with snow on his nose. His left ear is standing up while his right one flops downward.

End image description.]

9. What sports do you play/ have played?

I played volleyball and basketball as a youngun

10. How tall are you?

5'6

11. What was your favorite subject in school?

Probably lab days in Chemistry :D titration my beloved

12. Dream job?

Public librarian or archivist. In community with others, in some way for sure.

Tagging: @prismartist, @sherlock-is-ace, and @join-me-in-the-bog. No pressure tho!

[mercy-burning]

Good Little Helper

Pairing: Season 5! Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets assigned to be Spencer’s personal assistant of sorts after he gets shot in the knee. Category: SMUT(18+) Content Warnings: fingering (female receiving), blowjob, praise kink, dirty talk, blink and you’ll miss it cumplay Word Count: 4.7k

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NOTE: So, remember yesterday when I posted about how I wished new ideas would stop distracting me from everything I’m currently working on? Yeah. This wouldn’t leave me alone, and I couldn’t work on anything until I got it out of my head, so here! Have a fic! (It was supposed to be a blurb, but I got a little long-winded so now it’s too long to be a blurb oops 😙✌) Also, I apologize for any editing mistakes, I just wrote this out in one go, so hopefully it’s alright!

***

Being assigned to assist Dr. Reid with practically his every need after he was shot in the knee wasn't exactly how I expected to spend the past few months.

And that's, like... a huge understatement.

In fact, when Agent Hotchner came up to me in the break room and said he'd like me to do the job, I dropped my coffee and shattered a mug. I could tell he was a little impatient with me, even through his kind reassurances that it was quite all right as he helped me clean it up and waited for an answer.

In the end I'd said yes to the job, though the more I thought about it the more I wondered how much lust and naivete had clouded my judgement when I did.

Because there was absolutely no way I was going to be able to survive weeks, possibly months, as Spencer Reid's assistant. Not only because he was intimidatingly intelligent and there was almost nothing I could offer him in decent conversation, but also—and more prominently—the fact that I was pretty sure I was in love with him.

Maybe that was a stretch. I definitely had a stupid major crush on him that felt more like we were in middle school, but I could barely look at him without going warm all over. In fact, I think we had only ever made eye contact once and I averted my gaze immediately, afraid I'd give myself away. If I'd have held it any longer, I was positive I'd have burst into flames.

He'd tried talking to me once, a few months after I started working at the Bureau, and it was only to ask if I'd send some files over to their tech analyst, Penelope Garcia, but when I tried answering, I stumbled over my words and ended up only getting out a squeaked, "Uh huh," before taking the files from him and scurrying off.

I almost cried that day.

Basically every time I was in his presence, I was a total wreck. Even more so than I was on any other given day.

Being his assistant did get fairly easy pretty early on, though. I mostly just stayed out of his way while he worked, and if he need anything that he could've gotten himself if not for the injury, it was my job to get it for him. I worked on my own paperwork most of the time, and he was always busy working on geographical profiles and whatever else, we only ever really had to talk when he asked for something. And that only required a, "Sure," on my end, so I could just get up, get what he needed, and then go back to work.

Still, it didn't help that sometimes I'd get distracted.

He was very distracting.

I usually waited until I was sure he was so busy in work that I wouldn't get caught. And that's when I'd peek over my computer or hide behind a book and stare at him. I know that sounds creepier than it is, but if you had to spend almost every hour of the day with him, you'd have done the same. Even though for months he was put on rest from the field, he always showed up looking more like a college professor than an FBI agent. Which, I suppose suited him more anyway. Regardless, it was a damn fine look. His hair was decently long and extremely pretty, and when he got the cane?

I was a goner.

It was at that point, though, when I started to realize that he probably wouldn't need my help anymore. He'd been allowed back into the filed by then, and even when I went with them on cases it still felt like I was more out of place than usual. Sure, I'd picked up on some minor skills that aided in profiling and otherwise, but at the end of the day I was still only a desk clerk. Sooner or later, I knew there would be a time where Agent Hotchner would inevitably tell me that I'd done a good job and could return to my menial day job.

So, even though Dr. Reid and I had gotten into a pretty regular, non-awkward rhythm, I was being a little more squirrely than usual.

And of course, he noticed.

"Y/N, are you doing alright?" he asked, looking up from his stack of paperwork. That was another thing we'd ended up doing— late into the night after everyone had gone home, we stayed late in the conference room and quietly filled out paperwork.

I barely looked him in the eye when I answered. "O—Oh, mhm. I'm fine."

"Oh... You just seem... a little different today."

On any other day I would have freaked out on the inside like a teenager, excited that he'd noticed me at all enough to notice a difference in my behavior. But that was his job after all.

"Actually, you seem rather... sad."

I did look up at him this time, and the soft glow of the table lamp lit up his features— features that looked me over with concern. I could feel my face grow warmer with every second I looked at him, until I quickly looked back down at my paper and shook my head.

"N—No, I'm okay. Promise. Just a little tired, that's all."

Usually he would have left it at that, given we didn't ever really have longer conversations than that that didn't pertain to whatever case the BAU was working on. But he pushed further, and I swallowed.

"Are you sure? Because... You can tell me if there's something wrong. I'm a good listener..."

Did I dare tell him what was really plaguing me? That I was scared I wasn't going to be able to spend time with him every day, thus most likely giving away my crush? That is, if he hadn't already figured it out by this point... Truthfully it wouldn't have surprised me.

The thought made me go warm again, and still, I kept my head down.

"I'm sure..."

And then I did something I probably shouldn't have. I looked back up at him, just a quick glance, but under his intense gaze I crumbled, flitting my eyes back down and playing with my hands.

"Is it... because of me?"

Afraid suddenly that I'd made him feel bad, I straightened a little. "No! No, not at all I... Um... I—I guess I'm just... A little sad that I'm probably... not going to be of any help to you anymore. You know, now that you're healing up."

A small smile flashed over his face, and I inwardly melted.

"Oh... In that case I... I guess I'm sad, too."

"Really?" I asked softly, my heart jumping.

"Mhm," he answered back in earnest. His features were softer than they'd ever been, eyes wide and kind, smile inviting... "You've been a great help. And you're fun to be around."

I couldn't help but smile shyly at his confession, completely bewildered that he'd think of me as someone he'd enjoyed being around, though I'd offered just about nothing interesting to any conversation we'd had. "Y—You don't mean that..."

"I do."

"C'mon, really? I... I—mean... coming from you that's... that's too generous."

He laughed a little. "How do you mean?"

"I... Well, y—you're you... I mean, you're... smart, and nice, and cu— uh,... n—nice..." I stumbled hard on that last one, squeezing my eyes shut at the thought of almost calling him cute to his face... And then I realized I'd called him nice two times... in a row.

I hadn't even realized he'd gotten up and walked over to me until I felt his cane gently tap my leg. I jumped, looking up at him and almost crumbled again right then and there. He stood over me, tall and clearly amused, and I wanted to just curl up and hide where no one would ever find me.

I also didn't want to be craning my neck so far up to see him, so I stood up, sending my chair rolling back a foot or two. The added height was better, but he was still fiarly taller than me, and with the way were standing so close to each other?

Maybe I'd made a mistake...

"I—I'm sorry," I stammered.

Still amused, Spencer tilted his head a small amount. "What for?"

"I... I don't know, m—making this awkward?"

"It's not awkward."

"It... It's not?"

He shook his head, quiet for a few beats before he nearly whispered. "What were you going to say?"

I paused. "I... What?"

"Before... You said I was smart. And nice... And... What else?"

It sounded like he was trying to get me to confess something, and quite honestly I couldn't tell if it was for humiliation or amusement or clarification purposes. I mean, it was probably safe to assume he wouldn't go out of his way to humiliate me, but... it still made me nervous.

"I—I didn't... I..."

"Y/N... Tell me?"

I'd been cornered. Quite literally, too, as my lower back hit the edge of the table. My hands shook anxiously at my sides as I contemplated what to say. The truth? Embarrassing for me. A lie? I was no good at telling lies, and I'd still end up embarrassed, because he'd be able to tell.

So, after a very long silence in which he waited on me to answer, I blurted out, as quietly as possible, "Cute."

The word sounded juvenile coming from my mouth. Right now, standing under Dr. Reid's intense scrutiny, it didn't even feel like the right word to describe him. Not that it wasn't true... But it just wasn't an elegant enough descriptor for him.

And that alone probably proved just how different we were. How out of my league he was...

"That's what I thought you were going to say," he mused, slightly breaking me out of my self-deprecation.

I would have asked him something then, anything to keep myself from looking like even more of a fool with a childish schoolgirl crush, but all words escaped me entirely. All I could do was look up at him, slowly growing warm under the intensity of his eyes and praying he wouldn't think of me as silly.

Though, it wouldn't have mattered, because he kept talking anyway, his body taking up even more space around me as his arms came around to well and truly trap me against the table.

"You're right, you know... I'm almost completely healed, and pretty soon I think I won't need an assistant anymore."

I was scared that maybe I was wrong before, and he'd actually humiliate me now, though the look in his eyes suggested otherwise. I wasn't sure what to make of all of it. SO I just stood there, trying to breath steadily as Spencer studied my face.

"And I meant it... That makes me sad. You know why?"

I shook my head, afraid to make a sound.

His head dipped lower, close enough that I could feel his breath on my mouth as he spoke. "I probably won't get to see you every day."

"Y—you want to see me?" I couldn't help but ask.

He scanned my eyes, amusement and something else lingering there as he did. "Yes."

And then he kissed me.

It was a short distance, but it felt like we went far. And I hadn't even registered that I whimpered into his mouth until he returned it with a low groan that boiled my insides and absolutely melted me. I was helpless against him as he pressed himself further against me and used his hands to keep my back steady.

The whole time my mind was swimming with dizziness. It felt like my body was covered in butterflies from head to toe, particularly strong where his hands pressed into me and his cane rested firmly along the inside of my thigh.

I leaned forward when he pulled away, because I was afraid that he was saying goodbye. But one of his hands came up to my face and my eyes fluttered open, immediately taking notice of how messy his hair was now that I'd had my fingers in it.

I must have looked scared, because suddenly his eyes changed, and he removed his hands away from me altogether, putting distance in between us. "I—I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you without asking..."

The relief that rushed through my body must have gotten to my head, because I breathed out a demand I'd never have had the courage to get out before.

"Do it again."

One second I was staring at him, admittedly afraid that he'd regretted all of it, and the next I was seeing stars as he came forward and kissed me again. His hands cradled my face as he did so, coming on to me with gentle care while still maintaining that hunger that surprised and excited me.

I hadn't realized how much I missed his touch until he'd given it back to me, my body once again melting into him and allowing him to do whatever it is that pleased him.

Apparently that was lifting my leg off the ground and making me sit on the table.

My body went along with it easily, and I was glad for it because my brain was nothing but mush, unable to process fully how he'd decided that I was worth kissing. All I really knew was that I wanted him. Anything he wanted from me, I was willing to give. And that must have come across very clearly, because when he pulled away and spoke to me, I whimpered at his words.

"Y/N... You've been such a good girl, helping me with whatever I needed these past few months..." Meanwhile his hand danced along the hem of my skirt, the tiny brushes of his skin against mine sending me into a mess of shivers.

"I think it's about time I've thanked you for all your help, don't you think?"

The implications in his tone made me whine again, and I pressed my forehead into his, our noses brushing as I answered. "Please."

I was so taken by the way he groaned as his lips connected with mine once more that I almost didn't realize that his hand was now fully up my skirt, his fingers drawing gentle lines over my panties and practically making me melt again. His hungry kisses contradicted the softness he took to my clothed cunt, a fact that warmed me to my core and made me want him more than ever.

When he slipped the fabric aside and ran the pad of his finger through me, I whined hard against his mouth, something that must have excited him— He nipped at my bottom lip and took a deep breath.

"How long have you wanted this, Princess?"

If not for the kissing and the finger slowly sliding up through my arousal, the nickname would have done me in. By now I was an utter wreck, but I somehow still managed to answer, even through a little stammering. "F—Forever."

It was the best I could come up with.

He breathed a laugh as his finger circled my clit. "That's a long time..."

"Uh huh," was all I could manage in response. My body and my brain were too focused on the things his finger was doing to my body, involuntarily rolling my hips forward for more. I needed more.

Thankfully he picked up on my urgency and reciprocated with slipping his middle finger inside me, one knuckle, then two...

I cried out as my head lurched forward, connecting our mouths once again. My hands clutched around his neck and my fingers tugged at his hair to keep myself from falling, because the slow, searing pace at which he fingered me made me wonder how I'd still been able to breathe.

He added another finger soon enough, picking up the pace and rendering me practically useless in his embrace. Meanwhile I registered the sound of his own little whines, still deeper than mine but little enough to tip me off that he was enjoying this just as much as I was, and that alone helped get me further along in pleasure.

I pulled my mouth from his reluctantly, squeezing my eyes shut as I allowed my forehead to rest against his. "D—Doctor, I'm c... I'm so close."

"His honorific falling breathlessly from my mouth seemed to do something sinister to him, because his fingers sped up and his breathing got heavier.

"Yeah? You gonna come for me, Princess?"

My stomach tightened and I nodded as best as I could, relishing in the sounds coming from below us, wet and downright filthy.

"Go ahead...Be a good girl and come for me... You deserve it..."

Each little sentence was punctuated with a slightly faster pace, each one bringing me closer and closer until I squeaked into his mouth and shook violently around his fingers, my vision going white. My legs had been open wide since he'd started teasing under my skirt, but now they threatened to clamp shut from the intensity. But I wanted nothing more than to be good for him, to make this as easy as possible, so I held out and kept them open as wide as I could stand as my orgasm rocked through me.

Spencer whispered praises into my skin as his hand slowed and his mouth trailed down to my neck. And even though it was more than nice feeling him lick and bite over my skin, I felt rather sad when he removed his fingers from me.

That sadness didn't last long though, not when he pulled back and studied me for a moment, eyes lust-blown and purely ravenous before he brought his glistening fingers up to my mouth.

I didn't even have to think. I brought my tongue out and let him slip his fingers over it, closing my mouth around them and sighing as I sucked them clean. This only seemed to excite him more, his features displaying all sorts of desperation until he couldn't take it anymore.

He kissed me again, bringing both his hands to rest at my waist. And with his hands so low I wondered if maybe he'd take to ridding himself of his own pants, but it never happened. Rather, he pulled away after minutes of more kissing, and sighed quite sadly as his upper body pressed firmly into mine.

Something else pressed firmly against me as well—right along the inside of my thigh—and I gasped, mind running wild through all the possible outcomes of the night.

But Spencer only stood there, occasionally nudging his nose against mine while his hands gently kneaded my sides.

"D—Do you want to stop?" I asked softly, afraid he'd regret what we did.

He proved me wrong. "God, no... It's... It's just that I'm still not cleared enough for any... strenuous activity on my leg, and I don't..."

I didn't want to push him, obviously, but I thought I could make the mood a little lighter. "O—Oh, well on the bright side... I could stay your assistant for a while longer."

The laugh that rumbled in his throat made me smile, though from the way he stood there, I knew he wouldn't risk it.

"Um... Raincheck?" he whispered.

On the one hand, that meant he definitely wanted to see me again, and I was more than happy with that. But also, that meant our fun for the night was done...

Yet... Maybe not...

"Sure," I answered, pecking his lips once more. Then I brought my hand to his chest and slid it down until I reached his belt, and I leaned back to look him in the eye, a boldness I never imagined coming from me in a million years.

"But I can still help you..."

I watched the desperation and disappointment in his features slowly dissolve into a newfound hunger—and an amusement—that grew my confidence tenfold.

"Oh?" Spencer mused. "How do you suppose you can help me this time?"

He wanted me to say it. So, without second guessing myself anymore, I grazed my finger over his erection. "I'm very good with my mouth, Dr. Reid."

He grabbed me by the hand then, dragging me along to the chair I'd kicked back before and sat himself down, one of his hands still gripping the cane. Matched with the desire in his eyes and the swollenness of his lips and the tousled strands of his hair, the sight was truly something to behold. It was something that only ever existed in my dreams, nd now it was real.

Not wanting to waste any time, I sunk to my knees and nestled myself in between his legs. He reached out and caressed my cheek before lifting my chin with his middle finger.

"You like being my good little helper?" he drawled.

I tried to nod, but he clicked his tongue and held my chin in place. "Words, Princess."

"Yes. I—I'd do anything you asked. Anything you want, it's yours..."

He hummed then, removing his hand from my face and moving to undo his belt swiftly with only one hand. The action, the sound, everything... it was enough to make me wet again, and I subtly ground down onto the heel of my foot as I watched him pull himself free from the confines of his pants.

I didn't have time to marvel at him before I was drawn forward like a magnet, my hands crawling up his legs and my eyes batting up at him, ready and eager to please him however he wanted.

"Eager, are we?" he mused once more, gently stroking himself with his hand.

"Yes, Doctor," I breathed, inching closer and kissing the outside of his hand.

His movement stopped then, and it didn't take longer than a second for him to decide to let me work on my own.

"Then have at it, Princess..."

I started by kissing my way up the length of him, taking my time to gauge his reactions as I did so, occasionally darting my tongue out to taste him. Once I reached the tip, I sucked on it gently, using my tongue to swirl around it until I could taste the saltiness of his precum.

And then I started taking him slowly into my mouth, watching above me as Spencer's eyes started to shut, obviously debating whether or not to lay back and enjoy this or watch me intently.

Either way, I was more than happy to keep it up, finally getting him to the back of my throat. I flexed my tongue and held him there as long as I could, promptly gagging over him and blinking tears from my eyes as he let out a loudest sound I'd heard from him yet. His head flew back and his tongue quivered along his bottom lip as he cursed my name.

The act made me proud, so I retreated for air, sucked at his tip again for a few seconds, and then repeated it, taking him down my throat again and watching through teary eyes as he visibly swallowed and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Fuck, Y/N, you're so... Such a good fucking girl..."

The praise caused my insides to burn hot, and I ground down onto my heel again, lifting my mouth to start bobbing up and down.

His eyes opened then, and he looked down at me, using his hand to brush stray hair from my face and the other to grip onto his cane for dear life. I looked up at him the whole time, making sure to convey through not only my actions but also my eyes that I loved this. I thrived off of his praise, I enjoyed the feel of his dick gliding over my tongue and hitting the back of my throat, and I longed to feel him coat the inside of my mouth with his release.

I was so entirely into him in every capacity, it wasn't even funny.

I was so glad he could tell, a smile grazing his features as his hand gently gripped some of my hair. "So eager to please, Princess... And so fucking good at delivering..."

I whined onto his dick as he held me down, rendering me immobile. The only thing I could do was look up at him and choke, and of course, I was more than happy to do it. In turn, I was met with a deep groan and a tug of the hair.

"Hold it, hold it... Atta girl..."

My cunt throbbed at his words, and my throat continued to burn, tears falling down my face at ten-speed until finally, he let up and pulled me off of him.

I coughed a little and blinked away tears as I caught my breath, Spencer's fingers combing hair from my face as he smiled proudly.

He didn't even need to say anything then. I wanted to give him more. So I leaned down again and took him in my mouth, quickly making work of his tip while my hand came up and stroked the rest of him.

"Fuck, Princess, just like that... Make me come just like that..."

Rather than just continuing, I offered him a high whine and a wide gaze, hoping to exceed expectations.

I guess it worked, because he came right then, his dick pulsing over my tongue and in my hand as his warm release shot down my throat and over my tongue. I hummed around him, fluttering my eyes closed at the taste and the feeling, probably enjoying the fact that I'd done this to him more than I should have.

It was worth it to see the look on his face, though, after he'd given me all he had and I purposely spit some of it out onto the tip of his dick so I could lick it up and give him just a little more stimulation after the fact. His mouth hung open, eyes heavy and unwilling to leave me, even as I finished and sat back to wipe the tears and saliva from my face with a satisfied smile.

Though, the longer he looked at me, the more shy I became. Funny when I'd just had his dick down my throat, but I'd never been good with people staring at me for long periods of time.

"Was that... Was that okay?" I asked, suddenly worried I hadn't done something to his standards. "I know I don't do this a lot, so I'm sorry if it wasn't that g—"

"Y/N..."

I blinked up at him, still on my knees and unwilling to move. Not that I wanted to, but I couldn't even if I had.

"That was fucking perfect... I meant it, you're... so good."

I knew he was capable of better words, but after having the life sucked out of you, I could imagine 'better words' were hard to come by. Still, I laughed a little, playing with the hem of my skirt. "Good. I'm... glad I could help."

He smiled at me, readjusting his pants and then moving to help me off the ground.

"Hey, uh... Even when you go back to your regular job after I get better, I... I hope you know you're always welcome to come visit me if we're not busy."

The words warmed me in a different way, my heart swelling as well. "You... You mean that?"

Spencer nodded, grabbing my hand and dragging his thumb over my wrist. "Of course. I mean, you're more than just a good helper, you know. You're also kind, and smart, and cute..."

I laughed at his emphasis on cute, heat warming my face. "Ha-ha..."

"I really mean it, though," he said softly, removing his hand from mind and bringing it up to lift my chin, so I'd meet his eyes. They were swimming with sincerity, the epitome of warmth and comfort and kindness— the kind that always drew me to him in the first place. "And... If you'd want to maybe ditch the paperwork one day and grab a coffee or something, maybe—"

"Yes," I interrupted without thinking. My heartbeat picked up upon seeing the look in his eyes when I agreed, a mixture of amusement and relief. "Y—Yes, I'd love to."

"Good. Then it's a date?"

"Definitely."

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Prompt: Vampire Chris drunk on blood?

CW: Drunkenness, drug addiction, blood drinking, vampirism, creepy abusive comfort, WWI-period-appropriate xenophobia and brief vague possible homophobia reference, dehumanization, war whump

"Now, that'll get you blotto faster'n French liquor," Kirk says, sinking back against the muddy trench wall, careless for the dirt caking itself into the hair at the nape of his neck.

His helmet lay beside him upside down on the ground, and his brown hair was free to explode in its wealth of curls, a kind of halo around his head. He had one arm out, sleeve rolled back. His hands were caked in mud and smeared with drying dirt - above the line of his sleeve, though, the skin was paper-white, almost clammy.

It was this white skin that the vampire's fangs were buried in.

"Shit, Holden, y'gotta have 'im bite you, too." Kirk's grin widens. The shells had gone silent but every man flinches, now and then, hearing a phantom sound or feeling a rumble beneath their feet.

At least it's finally stopped goddamn raining.

The venom rolls through Kirk's veins, soothing his jangled nerves. He can barely feel the trembling in his hands and it feels like his mind, when it's in him. He's a farm kid from western Nebraska, the second son and not needed so much as the first to bring the crops in. So here he is, learning to love the feeling of teeth in his skin.

Maybe when he gets shipped back home he'll stick to the cities. They say the vampires have their dens there, where they can hide. You can buy venom enough to quiet your mind for a day or two, the city boys tell him.

They're in it as deep as he is, now.

Feels like half the American army is itching for venom these days.

"No thank you. I'm not gonna get sent home and start chasing fangs like the rest of you." Holden squints, looking up into the dark sky, the rolling clouds that seem far too close to the ground. "It'll rain again soon."

"When isn't it going to rain again soon? Oh, right, when it's already bloody raining." That's a Brit, they just call him Tommy. No one knows his real name.

He claims to hate them all, but since half his unit was blasted apart two days ago, he's hung with the 'Yanks' close enough. Kirk thinks he's fond of them, even if he won't admit it. Or just scared to be alone. He can understand that. He's terrified of the thought himself. "Shove the little vamp over to me, Kirk, I want some."

The vampire pulls his fangs free, licking over the wounds he's made until they close. He's a skinny little thing, pale as paper with bright red hair they stuff under his helmet when he's running medic checks in No Man's Land, trying to make him less obvious. Sure, he can't die from gas, but he can be blown to bits by a whizz-bang fast as any living soldier can.

"Please," The vampire says, turning big green eyes up to Kirk. "I, I, I'm tired, please, can I sleep?"

He's got heavy dark circles under his eyes. It's kind of cute.

"No," Kirk answers, curt, shoving the vampire away by his head, watching him fall into the mud. His uniform is marked with it, now, a dab of dirt over the 'V' sewn next to his medic's cross. There's a satisfaction, in Kirk, just in seeing the little thing laid low.

He won't die in this war, and Kirk probably will, but before that happens he can at least hurt something he can see. You can't see old Fritz when you fire on him from a distance - but you can see a vampire flinch in the dirt. It's not much.

It's something.

"Must be daytime," Holden speaks up, still staring up at the clouds. "You can't tell, weather like this, but if the fangs're tryin' to sleep, must be day."

"He sleeps when we're done with him, and not a moment before." Kirk's voice is a murmur, eyes half-closed. He's drifting in it, the way the venom dulls and deadens the eternal ache in his back and legs. The Germans could come roaring over the bags right this second and Kirk wouldn't give a damn at all. Let them kill him, at least he can go with venom in his veins, not as a basket case carried off the field. "Not a second before. Go on, bloodsucker. Get over to Tommy and help him get some shut-eye, huh?"

"I've been drinking all night, pulled some rations off someone," Tommy groans, rubbing his fingers at his temples. "It's done no good at all." It's a funny little gesture, so oddly normal and casual. Reminds Kirk of home.

His throat tries to close, homesickness bowling him over. The wish to return to his mother's worn smile, sit down to dinner and have her ask him about his day, when his problems revolved around the harvest and the hard backs of the pews in church-

He takes a breath, forcing it back, and gives the vampire a vicious kick in the ribs, listening to his high-pitched cry and how he curls around himself with a smile of his own.

Oh, he'll die, probably. The others from his town already have. But he can remind himself he's still alive, for now. One way or another. He can cause pain he can't feel himself, for once.

"I said get over to Tommy and smooth out his sharp bits, bloodfuck."

"Yes, um, y-yes, Kirk," The vampire says, pulling himself onto his hands and knees. His fingers are smashed into the mud deep enough to nearly disappear. If they could only get a few days of sunlight to dry out all this dirt, it wouldn't be such hell.

As it is, his socks've been damp for weeks, his boots feel like they're caging his feet in a swamp. He's worried about trenchfoot and trying not to think about it. He stole these boots off a dead German when his own started to fall apart, anyway.

He could've probably gotten new ones, but... it had felt good, taking something from Fritz after Fritz took so much from him.

Kirk tries not to remember that the German soldiers he fights have never caused him a single moment's harm on purpose. They're only fighting for the same reasons he is - because someone higher up who doesn't give a damn about them said to.

Kirk had been all gung-ho for the war until he'd been sent over here to fight it. All those articles in the newspapers, all the speeches given by men standing in town squares... it had all made it seem so patriotic.

They never tell you, Kirk thinks bitterly, that you'll be sent into a slaughterhouse. They don't tell you you'll spend your day breaking a vampire's fingers one by one just to watch them heal back into place and listen to his little cries.

Just to pass the time.

"Trade me your flask while the fangs takes care of you," Kirk says, and Tommy hands it over easy enough.

He watches Tommy grab the vampire by one arm and yank him over, vicious and violent, making the vampire boy cry out again. The sound is starting to grate on Kirk's nerves. It makes him sound too human. He hates being reminded that every vampire used to be a person.

He drinks whatever's in the Brit's flask, and it burns down his throat just the way he needs it to. Wipes out his worries, relaxes shoulders that seem always to be tensed up nearly to his chin.

His mama's a teetotaler, back in Nebraska. He'd been one, too, until the first bombardment. Now he drinks anything he could get his hands on, and the officers mostly looked the other way.

"Bite," Tommy orders. Kirk raises his eyebrows when Tommy doesn't roll up his sleeve but pushes the vampire's face instead towards his neck, turning his head to the side to bare it.

His eyes meet Kirk's, and he smiles, bitterly. "Works faster this way," He explains. Kirk just watches as the vampire's fangs glint in the eternal dim twilight, hesitating before they bury themselves in Tommy's skin.

The little monster's back arches, pressing them chest-to-chest. A low rumble comes from somewhere deep inside, the animal sound the vampire makes during a good feed. He doesn't do it much with the regular unit any longer, they mocked him for it and one day he stopped.

The vampire's throat works as he drinks, and Tommy's arm slides around the monster's thin shoulders, forcing him closer. He's nearly kissing his forehead, this way.

It's an embrace, and altogether more intimate of one than Kirk thought he'd ever see from the cold, standoffish Brit. He feels a blush creeping up his neck and his cheeks as Tommy lets his head fall back, groaning softly in a kind of contentment as the venom hits. The sound isn't quite like a groan at all, it's more like-

"Fucking hell, Tommy, are you an invert?"

"Invert suggests I give a damn what bites me," Tommy replies, without opening his eyes. His slurred speech deepens, goes slow. His hand curves around the vampire's shoulder, holding him tightly. "I'm after oblivion, lads. I don't care what parts the fangs have that give it to me."

"Fang-chaser," Holden says, good-naturedly. Clearly not bothered the way Kirk is. Maybe that's just his farmboy past talking, that he's even unsettled at all. Maybe Tommy's got a point - who cares what's between a vampire's legs if you're only interested in the damn thing's mouth in the first place? "Fucking fang-chaser, that's what you are. End up in a den getting your hips bit like Oscar Wilde."

"Who's Oscar Wilde?"

Holden laughs. "You should try reading a book or three sometime, Kirk."

"Sure, sure, whenever I get the damn time in-between running over this blasted nothing. In any case, Tommy's definitely a fang-chaser."

"Guilty as charged... just like you two." Tommy's hand slides up into the vampire's hair, gripping tight and gently pulling backwards. The vampire's fangs slide free, and it laps at the wounds, rapidly. Tommy groans again. Kirk finds himself unable to look away at the bob of Tommy's throat. How good does it feel, in the neck? He's never thought to try it. He thinks about it now. "Turn me in to face discipline for unnatural relations with the fangs and I'll do the same to you."

"Yeah, yeah, we got it. Fucking Limey bastard." There's no real animosity in Kirk's voice. He's too distracted, drunkenly considering the vampire boy's mouth. Wondering if he knows how to kiss. "You shared your liquor, I shared our bloodsucker, we're both of us in it to our necks."

"Not me," Holden says, innocent and pure as the driven snow. As if he weren't the one to give Kirk the idea to use the venom in the first place.

Kirk throws a clot of mud at him, which he dodges, laughing. They're all laughing, soon enough, except for the fangs.

The vampire lays there, his head pressed to Tommy's chest and forcibly held in place by his arm. His eyes are slightly wide, unfocused, and Kirk leans forward.

"What's this, then? What'd you do to the fangs, Tommy?"

"Hm? Nothing. Oh, I'm pissed as can be, do they feel the liquor in your blood?"

"I'm guessing they sure do. You drunk, fangs?"

The vampire's eyes drift over to Kirk, move too far to one side, come back again. He swallows, thickly. "I... I think I, I, I am," He says, and tries to push back against Tommy's chest, to free himself.

The Brit's arm crushes him back into place, his other hand moving up to run through the vampire boy's dirt red hair, petting him like one of the ambulance dogs. Kirk and Holden laugh at the vampire's weakness. "Stay right where you are," Tommy murmurs. "Or I'll run you through with my bayonet and let you squirm all day."

"Christ," Kirk says, blinking. "That's a bit rough, isn't it?"

"He's not alive, what does it matter?" Tommy lets out a bitter little laugh. "Might as well get a preview of our own ends, shouldn't we?"

"You two, maybe." Holden crawls into the dugout, the little bed-space, a kind of cave dug in underneath the upper layers of the trench. He lays down on his back, closing his eyes, hands behind his head. "I'm going to go back home and never think of you lot ever again."

"I pray every night to make it home," Kirk says, nodding along. "Not sure anyone's listening, but I got to try, don't I?"

"What happens to the fangs, anyway?" The Brit looks up, rocking a little back and forth. As if the bloodsucker were a baby needing soothing. The vampire boy has relaxed against him, the liquor-laced blood he drank lulling him into a complacent bonelessness. Kirk watches the vampire boy's fingers start to tap over the Brit's chest, a strange movement he's seen the boy do before in his few relaxed moments between the scream of the shells. He hums, low in his throat, tuneless.

"Huh?" Kirk blinks. "What d'you mean, what happens to him?"

"After the war's done. What are they gonna do with the bloodsuckers? Can't exactly pin a bloody ribbon for valor on them and send them on their way, now can they?"

"Nope. I don't know what happens. Maybe they'll just stake them all and have done with them."

The vampire shudders, giving a little whimper. Tommy leans down, lips moving against the vampire's hair. "Ssssshhhh. Not to worry, little fangs. War's not over just yet, now is it?"

"N-... no. Not, not, not, not yet." The vampire's eyes close, pink-tinged tears creating pale tracks in his dirty face. He's a sad drunk, then, Kirk figures.

Aren't they all, these days.

"Maybe you'll outlive us all, and make fools of us for keeping you." Tommy speaks with a patronizing affection, as mocking as it is tender, petting through the creature's hair still. It's... unsettling to watch. Kirk had figured the Brits and French probably killed all their vamps, since they were all disturbed by the sight of the vampire medics when the doughboys first arrived in Europe.

This, though... this makes it seem like Tommy's known a vampire or two himself, in his life. And he's sure as fuck not unfamiliar to what venom is good for outside of giving relief from agony to the injured.

Kirk frowns, thoughtful.

He's turned into a thoughtful drunk, too, thanks to this goddamn war. Sad and thoughtful. What a fucking waste.

"Sleep," Tommy says, almost gently, to the drunk little vampire. "I've got you. Sleep, little one."

The vampire's eyes slip closed. He doesn't breathe - there's no sense of his chest rising and falling. Kirk has to look away before the sense of wrongness, watching Tommy cuddle a corpse, makes him sick.

He takes a long, long draught from the flask, and relishes the burn that reminds him he's human, and alive.

His own eyes slip shut, and he prays for an hour or two of sleep before the next screaming shell bursts overhead.

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[loth-wolffe]

I love your song list prompts and I just discovered your writing and I'm obsessed. Could I request 25 from the song prompts with Crosshair?

(I hope you dont mind me putting these two prompts together, i just thought they were walking the same path. ps. tHANK YOU SO MUCH FOR YOUR KINDNESS. ILY)

Mutual

Pairing: Crosshair x reader (no y/n)

Warnings: nOne.

Word count: 1,3k. not proofread

Prompts: 25. I need to know, if this is mutual, before I go. - Mutual by Shawn Mendes and 30. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide, all we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign. - Drive by Halsey

You've been dancing around each othe for what it seems like forever, he'd push and pull, and you'd be left spinning before you find your way back to his arms.

He's such a tease, that Crosshair, with his snarky words and easy smile that you were sure he kept just for you, and he had you eating out of the palm of hand before you noticed.

It was mostly that, flirting at every given chance, light touches here and there, having no respect for personal space, sweet comments and cute pet names were thrown at the table, too.

The first time he called you sweetheart you blushed furiously, and when you first teased him and said a cheeky hotshot, he was lost of words for a minute or two, and you have never felt more proud around him, Wrecker did tease him tremendously that day.

Crosshair would come to your office or room most times, uninvited until he became a regular presence around you, which made it even harder to bear when he was away, because when he was in Kamino, Crosshair always seemed to gravitate your way, even in the mess hall or if you were under a ship fixing whatever, he would spot you right away, walk towards you and sit as close as he could without making it weird.

Sometimes you'd just sit in silence, taking a moment of peace and quiet and listening to the radio, imagining for a second what would it be if you held each other's hands, to be in each other's arms, to hold and to caress and to be oh so close, to be wrapped by the other's warmth and feel each breath, murmur sweet nothings, and maybe admit a fantasy or two that had been playing for far too long in the mind of the other.

If you kissed, would the other lips' feel soft, chapped, stiff, warm? And as you kiss, would it be gentle, needy, slow?

Would it be practiced, sloppy, awkward?

Would you fit like two missed pieces of puzzle finding their way back together? You feel like you would.

Yet you wait, and you don't know he does too, for some kind of sign, a fleeting chance to take a breath as you fall and admit that he's the one you hope is on the other end ready to catch you, to stop you from hitting the ground, to lift you up and tells you there's nothing to worry about.

A few moons passes before you find your answer.

He has to go, and you're not sure if you're ever going to see him again, he might be gone, and you might be too. There might be a day he doesn't come home and instead have one of his brothers holding back their tears as they tell you the news.

You can't stand it, the thought of lost time, of having all these minutes, and hours, and days with him, to explore and to know, to feel and to find.

You knock on the door before you're processing what you're doing, and before even asking you if you're really doing this, but the door whooshes open and there's five pairs of eyes looking at you.

There's no turning back now.

"Hi," you greet, the most awkward you have been since meeting them, Hunter lifts a brow in question as the others wonder what are you doing there, in their barracks, this late in the night.

They'd be leaving in a couple hours, and you had already said your goodbyes.

"I uh," you clear your throat, taking a quick sweep with your eyes to the room, avoiding everyone's eyes, "I actually wanted to talk to Crosshair, there's uh," your cheeks burn and the logic part of your brain —and the rest of it too— is screaming you to abort, you rub the back of your neck and your eyes find his amber ones, "there's something I want to discuss with you, before you guys leave," you take a pause, head titling down and you don't think you have ever found your shoes more interesting, "if that's alright."

Eyes look from you to Crosshair before the sniper stands up from his spot above a supply box you're sure it shouldn't be there, and you feel anxiety bubble in your throat when you see Hunter's smirk and Tech's knowing eyes.

It doesn't calm down once you're alone in the hall.

"Yes?"

ABORT, ABORT, ABORT.

You can see a little you jumping with a sign, red letters making you panic.

"I–," you start, but no other words come out, they feel stuck somewhere between your tongue and your throat and you search in his face any indication for you to continue, something to anchor you as you give him your heart.

You blink, shaking your head.

"It's nothing." It leaves in a sigh, your shoulders deflating as your coward self kicks you in the ass and smiles proudly.

"You brought me to the hallway to discuss... nothing?" He says, carefully, as if he wanted to be sure of your actions, and them sounding like you were actually crazy.

"Yeah I just," you shrug, scratching your arm, feeling so small, "forget it. We can talk about it when you return."

You will definitely won't talk about it, but you seriously need to get out of here, and just be away from him so you can peacefully curse at yourself and probably cry a little, too.

"Yeah, sorry, that was all, if you don't have anything to add, I should get back." With rushed words because you can't seem to go back to your room fast enough, you start turning to leave as you continue rambling, "you should go, too, get some sleep, I know that–"

"Wait."

And of course you do, because you're wrapped around his finger in the most embarrassing way. Stopping halfway through the movement, you sigh and turn quickly to face him.

"There is something I want to discuss with you, actually."

"Oh." You frown. "Really?"

What could he possibly want to tell you?

"Yeah," and his eyes scan for something behind you, maybe if there was any passing trooper of a kaminoan wandering around, maybe taking a second to gather his thoughts, making sure he was going to ask whatever he had in mind.

"What is it?"

"I'm leaving in an hour." You frown deepen, and nod slowly. He's not giving you much to work with.

"And?" You inquire, curiosity dripping from your voice because you have no idea where is this going.

He takes a breath, and if you didn't know better you would think he's nervous.

"And, can I kiss you?" His voice is sure, confident, a question that rises from mixed signals and unsure feelings, yet he makes it sound as if he had always known.

But your mind just, short circuits, and you're left paralyzed, the you in your brain screams, and laughs, and cries because who would've thought, he actually feels the same.

But you don't answer and he gets uneasy.

"Or not."

But before he can apologize, you hold him by the back of his neck, and in a swift motion, you crash your lips with his, and it takes him a moment to respond, but he does eventually, taking a breath before pulling you close, hands flying to cup your face, and it's so much better than you could've ever imagine.

He tastes like caf and something sweet, something so Crosshair that makes you whimper lowly. His lips are soft, and warm, and the kiss is gentle yet urgent as he pushes you against the wall, a leg between yours as he presses his body closer.

He kisses you like it's the last time he gets to do it, and for a while it is, until he finds his way back to you, and you make sure to make up for the lost time.

[stray-tickles]

Remind Me Of The Babe

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a.n. Shoutout to @tickly-tufts for helping me figure out this fic! I definitely recommend their fic here, it’s very cute and exactly what I needed on a day where I was very tired and out of it.

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Tim turned the cloth doll that had been left with his newest statement over in his hand with a chuckle. Now this was weird. If the statement was to be believed, it had caused some significant problems for its previous owner, causing sharp pain when it fell down some stairs, and the feeling of suffocation when he tried to wash the thing. It was concerning, sure, but Tim could never resist making a joke.

He grinned across his desk at Sasha, keeping the doll out of sight. “Hey Sash, you remind me of the babe.”

She raised an eyebrow, giving him a confused look. “What babe?”

Tim snorted into his hand. “The babe with the power.”

A grin spread across her lips. “What power?”

“The power of voodoo.” He tossed the doll over to her.

She caught it with a laugh. “Who do?”

“You do!”

“What?”

“Remind me of the babe!” He cried, dissolving into giggles along with Sasha.

When they’d recovered, she sighed. “Oh wow, this come in with a statement?”

“Yep!” He popped his lips. “Pretty standard cursed doll stuff if you ask me.”

Sasha grinned. “Don’t let Jon hear you saying that.” She joked. “Mister sceptic.”

“Oh, I know, right?!”

Sasha hummed thoughtfully. “You know, I’m pretty sure I saw one like this when I was in artefact storage.”

“Sure it’s not the same one?”

She nodded. “Yeah, that one was ripped.”

Tim grimaced. That didn’t sound pleasant. “Yikes. What happened?”

“Oh, the old owner was mostly okay… I’m pretty sure it carries feelings, but not physical effects? So it didn’t kill him, but…” She continued sifted through the papers on her desk, looking for the right one.

“Oh sure, he just felt like he was being ripped open, that’s way better.”

Sasha threw the doll at his head. “Better than actually being ripped open.”

The doll bounced off his face before he could catch it. Tim picked it up and looked at it curiously. “Makes it pretty toothless by artefact storage standards then.”

“Mm-hm!”

Tim’s face lit up. “How does it work?!”

“Aha!” Sasha held up her paper triumphantly, then registered what Tim had said. Her eyes widened. “Tim, no.”

“What? I’m just curious.” He did his best to look innocent. “And it’s not like it can actually hurt anyone, right?”

“No, it can hurt, it just can’t injure, were you listening at all?”

“Come on, just tell me! This is a safe space.”

“Stoker I do not trust you with my shampoo, why do you think-”

“What’s going on in here?”

Their playful argument stopped when a stern voice interrupted. Sasha looked over to see Jon standing in the doorway to his office, a slightly grumpy look on his face. “I could hear you two arguing through the door.”

Oh. “Sorry Jon!” She said, mollified. “Guess we have trouble keeping the peace without Martin here to moderate.”

Tim nodded, not remotely sorry. “We’ve gotten dependant on him, what with him living here now. Taken advantage. Look, I found a voodoo doll!”

Jon rolled his eyes. “Yes, well, I’m sure he’ll be back from his research soon, then he’ll be very impressed by your… toy.”

Tim and Sasha exchanged a look. “I think it’s for real, the statement’s-”

“You know how many fakes, jokers and drunks we get in here,” Jon interrupted him. “The presence of some doll means nothing, and I’ll thank you both to maintain an appropriate academic distance from the contents of the statements.”

Tim zoned out midway through his lecture. They’d all heard it before; it was like Jon thought they were idiots sometimes. He really needed to be taken down a peg. And cheer up a bit.

Oh.

Ohhhh.

Tim grinned and made eye contact with Sasha, and, when he was sure he had her attention, wiggled his fingers over the doll’s cloth stomach.

Sasha’s eyes widened, Tim could see her visibly biting down on a smile, very aware of the fact that Jon could see her expression, while Tim had his back to him. After a moment to consider, she whipped her phone out underneath her desk, quickly and efficiently typing.

A moment later Tim heard a ‘ding!’ and glanced into his pocket at his phone.

Wrap a hair around its neck three times.

Oh yeah. This was gonna be fun.

“Well!” He said, standing abruptly and walking over to Jon. “In terms of academic rigour, I reckon we should test this thing, don’t you, boss?”

Jon faltered. “I- what?”

Tim nodded, a spark in his eyes and the doll in one hand. “You don’t mind, do you Jon? Great!” Without waiting for a response, he plucked a loose hair from Jon’s head.

Jon flinched back from the sensation and the surprise, feeling something in his chest ache. “Tim?” He knew he hadn’t been the best boss, that their friendship had been suffering since the promotion, but-

He didn’t think either of them would want to hurt him.

That… well, that hurt.

Tim noticed the heartbroken look in Jon’s eyes and groaned internally. Poor bastard. He really had been beating himself up lately, hadn’t he? When was the last time they’d spent any time together outside of work? Jon was always burying himself in statements. He must have been getting lonely.

On the plus side, he knew exactly how to get rid of that sad look.

With a grin that he hoped was as much reassurance as mischief, Tim quickly wound the hair around the doll’s sewn neck and, hoping that Jon was wrong, poked it gently in the stomach.

Jon yelped, both hands coming up to cover his middle, eyes wide with confusion. “Wait, what are you-” He yelped again when Tim wiggled a finger over the doll’s stomach, clamping one hand over his mouth.

Oh no. He could definitely feel that. And it tickled.

Tim grinned, seeing Jon’s shoulder start to tremble as he wriggled that one finger like a worm. “Now tell me if you feel anything boss, I want to be thorough to know if it works.”

“T-Tim!” Jon sucked his stomach in, backed away, tried to shake off the feeling of fingers squirming over his stomach but he couldn’t escape. It tickled like crazy, and nothing he did would let him get away and at this rate Tim was going to win and he’d burst out laughing.

In the back of his mind, Jon was a little pleased that that was what Tim had been wanting to do all along. Relieved, he corrected himself, not pleased. ‘Pleased implied that he wanted this, and that just wasn’t true at all.

Jon was doubled over now, mouth clamped shut to keep from giggling. He reached weakly for Tim, forgetting that that was the hand he’d been covering his face with and now he was grinning like an idiot for all to see.

Oh well. At least he could grab the doll now, and it’d all be over.

“Hey Sash, I don’t know if this is working!” Oh no. “You mind taking a shot?”

Jon looked to her, eyes pleading, but Sasha only smiled back. She didn’t even seem mischievous; worse, she looked like she knew how much fun he was having right now. “Of course, Tim! Toss it here!”

The doll soared across the room, making Jon grunt at the impact when Sasha caught it in her hands. Two sets of eyes fixed on him with concern, so Jon gave a miniscule shake of his head which turned into a full body spasm when Sasha’s nails started poking around the doll’s torso.

She grinned evilly. “Maybe there’s an on button here somewhere?”

Her nails found the spot at the back of his ribs to one side and Jon couldn’t hold it in anymore. He squealed, twisting in a vain attempt to get away as the giggles bubbled forth from his lungs. His hands slapped wherever she tickled but it did nothing.

Tim floated back towards their desks, both him and Sasha grinning at the show. Jon was beyond cute, all giggly and flushed, batting at his own sides and trying to squirm away. “Think it’s working boss?” He called.

Jon’s knees felt weak. “No don’t!” He squeaked, trying to approach to get Sasha to stop without collapsing completely. “Sa-Sasha!”

“It’s nice to see you in such a good mood for once, Jon.” She teased, lifting the dolls arm to scratch lightly in its armpit, giggling when he burst into loud cackling, hugging himself and stumbling closer.

Jon was going to fire them both. This was torture, enduring such maddening tickling with no way to defend himself. It was also the first time he’d laughed in months, his mind supplied, though he did his best to ignore that thought. He wasn’t enjoying the fluttery sparking sensation shooting through his body and making him laugh and writhe. He wasn’t enjoying how his only two friends were paying attention to him and laughing with him for once.

That didn’t even sound convincing to himself.

Yeah, he was loving this.

“Hey Tim, go high!”

“Wha- NO!” Jon had the momentary sensation of wind blowing through his hair before that soft thump feeling indicated that the doll had once again migrated across the room. He turned to Tim, trying desperately to stop smiling. “Please?”

Tim pretended to think. Pretended not to recognise the warmth in Jon’s eyes that he hadn’t seen since he’d been promoted. “I dunno boss, I’m still not sure if this works.” He grinned wolfishly. “Tell me if you feel anything unusual, okay?” Then, without warning, squeezed the doll between thumb and middle finger, vibrating his fingertips against the front of its ribcage.

Jon shrieked; the feeling akin to being in a very ticklish, very invisible hug. His arms flew out to push the attacker away, jolting forwards and twisting before his knees gave out and he collapsed to the floor in a helplessly laughing heap, flushed deeply and pleading.

Tim and Sasha grinned. “Notice anything Jon?” Sasha asked.

He cringed in his hysterics. “Tickles!”

“Hmm, interesting.”

“Yes, quite.” Tim said in an affected accent. “I wonder what could be causing such a phenomenon.” As if he wasn’t directly causing it as he spoke.

Sasha glanced into her drawer and smirked. “Maybe the doll’s a little dusty.” She held up the old makeup brush that she used to clean off artefacts. Jon’s eyes widened and he started shaking his head frantically. “Give it here?” Sasha asked innocently.

Tim laughed. “Of course, of course.” He walked past Jon’s prone form to do so, getting a slap on the ankle in revenge.

Jon didn’t bother to stand during his brief respite. He could see well enough that he’d just fall right back over. “Wai-wait!” He coughed.

They did so, looking at him with some concern, waiting for him to call for a stop. Jon took a deep breath. “I’m going to fire you both.”

Concern turned to very evil smiles and Jon had barely had a moment of coherence to register Sasha adjusting her grip on the doll and bringing the brush up to the base of its stubby legs and, “Shit!”

Jon wailed at the feeling, gentle fibres brushing up and down his feet, even protected in his dress shoes. Up and down, even getting between his toes, making him shriek and kick, stamping his feet against the floor for lack of anything else to do. It was so soft and teasing and unbearable and it tickled, it tickled, it really tickled. “PLEASE!”

“Ohhh, please what?”

Jon wheezed. “I hate you!”

Tim winced. “Oh, strong words! Must be cos you haven’t cleaned that thing well enough Sash, pass it here.”

Jon gasped for air when the fluttery assault to his feet stopped, burying his face in the floor to hide his expression. Maybe he did love this, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t horrifically embarrassed.

Tim might have been a bit of a dick, but he could see pretty clearly that Jon was nearing the end of his rope. Giggly and blushing, definitely smiling like a loon under his mop of now dishevelled hair, every breath painted with laughter. Well. Tim could be nice as well.

He danced the brush gently around the doll’s neck and Jon squealed, his shoulders immediately coming up reflexively, and his hands clamping over his mouth trying to hold in the very squeaky giggles that now trickled from his throat.

Tim glanced over at Sasha and saw his own expression reflected in her face. The warm smile, tinged with affection. Jon was way too cute sometimes.

He crouched beside his giggling boss, pausing the torment of the doll. “Give up?”

Unable to do anything else, Jon nodded.

Tim chuckled. “Okay.” He said, brushing Jon’s hair out of his face. Yep, he was grinning like an idiot, and it was adorable.

He sat with Jon as he caught his breath, taking the time to appreciate the little dimples that formed when he smiled that widely, the crinkle to the corners of his eyes, the sparkle that couldn’t all be tears of laughter. It only took a minute for Jon to get himself under control enough to scrub the smile somewhat, glaring at Tim half-heartedly.

Tim only rolled his eyes, pushing himself to his feet and extending a hand to help Jon stand as well. “Well,” he said with a laugh. “I’m pretty sure we can file this under confirmed- hey!”

He held his arm up just in time to avoid Jon’s snatching hand and laughed. “Ooh, sneaky! Nice try.”

Jon scowled, knowing from experience that he couldn’t get his hands on the doll now that Tim was holding it so high. He crossed his arms. “Fine. It’s probably just placebo effect anyway.”

Tim and Sasha snorted in tandem. “Really?!”

“Placebo, right, sure.”

“Makes total sense.”

Jon flushed. There was no way out of this with his dignity, that ship had sailed, but denial was all that was left. “It’s the only rational explanation.” His eyes darted to the doll again, trying to figure out if he could make another grab for it.

Then he noticed the look on Sasha and Tim’s faces. And what they were looking at.

The massive shelf up against the wall. The one that was the bane of Jon’s existence because he could barely reach halfway up it. Fuck.

“Well, we should make sure it’s kept somewhere safe until we decide.” Tim said smugly.

Jon swallowed. “My- my office is perfectly safe.”

Sasha giggled. “Best to keep it out of sight Jon, to avoid any more placebo effects.”

Tim stepped towards the shelf and Jon briefly, futilely, considered if he could just run at him and wrestle the doll away. No. It wasn’t like those two needed more reason to tease him.

Jon swallowed. “Just so you know, you’re both horrible people.”

“Here, catch!” Sasha tossed the brush to Tim with a smirk. “It’ll be easier to find if we keep them together.”

“Oh, you’re so smart Sasha, of course.” Tim placed the doll on top of the shelf, then, feeling extra mischievous, propped the brush handle against the wall, resting the soft bristles against where its ribs would be.

Jon squeaked, though he did his best to hold it back. “Evil.”

Tim grinned to himself. No, he thought, this would be evil, and blowed gently at the brush, making the fibres flutter and Jon let out a delightful yelp. What good luck it was that the shelf was so close to a vent. The archives would get stuffy without it blowing fresh air down to them.

Jon froze. He could feel it, dozens of soft little bristles resting threateningly against his ribs off to one side. He forced himself to stay still as they fluttered gently in the breeze, wishing he had a snowball’s chance in hell of holding back the wobbly grin pulling across his face. He tried to avoid their eyes but couldn’t help it for a moment and found himself flushing as well. Tim and Sasha were looking at him like… well. Like they were having fun. Not even in a mean way. They looked like they’d missed him.

He’d missed them too.

“You are- the worst.” He gritted out, twisting in a vain attempt to escape.

They both laughed. It made warmth spread in Jon’s stomach. “Well, we’ve got work to be doing.” Sasha said, biting her smile down. “Unless there’s something you need?”

Tim passed him to go back to his desk. “Yeah, can I help you with something Jon?”

Jon hugged his sides and squeezed his eyes shut. How was it getting worse when nothing was happening? Just the sensation of stationary fibres against his ribs and he felt like he was crawling out of his skin. “I need new assistants.”

“Okay!” Tim’s voice carried no small amount of amusement as he sat back down.

Jon glared up at the shelf. He couldn’t reach with his arms around his sides, that was for sure, but prying them away only increased that vulnerable giggly feeling inside. He bit down on his bottom lip and reached out, hoping he could reach the edge at least.

He did not. Jon’s fingers scrabbled at the shelf below, and he let out a squeak when the brush moved, doubling back over with a bit off giggle.

Oh no.

Touching the shelf moved it, if only a tiny amount. Barely noticeable usually, but enough to shift the things on the shelf. Enough that he felt the bristles stroking across his ribs.

Tim hummed thoughtfully, pretending to ignore Jon’s plight. “Is there a bit of a breeze down here?”

Sasha nodded. “Yep, those vents can get properly strong.” She had to bite down on the inside of her lip for a moment to keep from laughing. She could see Jon squeezing his eyes shut as he hopped in place trying to reach the shelf and trying to ignore them. “It’s messed up my hair before, I can feel it brushing on my skin sometimes.”

“Wow, that sounds so sensitive.”

When Jon got this doll back, he was going to kill the both of them. They were awful, making the feeling bubbling up inside worse and worse and they didn’t even have the decency to acknowledge that that was what they were doing.

He glared at them, getting a snort out of Sasha. Sure, he could swallow his pride and ask one of them to get it for him. Despite it all, Jon knew that they’d stop this if he really asked them to. But giving up? No.

He refused.

Jon had climbed up things on many an occasion before. From all the wandering off he’d done as a child to his ongoing battle against verticality, he was quite good at it. He’d never tried to climb up a shelf while holding back a fit of giggles, but hey, there was a first time for everything.

He’d just managed to kneel on the adjacent bench when Tim let out a laugh. “Oh my god, listen to this.” His voice changed into a deeper, posher one. “Statement of Abby Blake, regarding encounters with the ghost of her childhood goldfish.”

Sasha laughed, and Jon… he couldn’t help it. Tim was teasing him, in the simplest way possible, and it was funny. He broke, letting out a small chuckle at his imitation, and then found that he couldn’t really stop. There were bristles against his ribs and his friends were there, grinning as they messed with him, and the whole situation was just silly. Jon was vaguely aware that he should probably be upset or embarrassed, but he wasn’t, in that moment.

Then heavy, careful footsteps echoed down the stairs and the embarrassment came back.

“Hey, I’m back!” Martin called. “Hope you two didn’t kill each other while I was- Jon?” He stopped at the bottom of the stairs, trying to make sense of the scene in front of him. “Um, what’s going on?”

Jon really tried to hold it all in, but Martin’s reappearance had brought with it a small gust of wind and even though it barely reached them it was enough to shift the brush fibres ever so slightly. He brought one hand to his mouth, giggling into it in that embarrassing way, clinging to the bench with his other hand to stabilise himself.

Martin looked between the three of them, Tim and Sasha grinning broadly and Jon… laughing? He was fairly certain he’d never seen him so much as smile. A small voice inside questioned whether they might be laughing at him, but he quashed it.

Tim chuckled. “We found a voodoo doll with a statement.” He said, “Jon’s just tickled pink about it, aren’t you Jon?”

Jon’s face was on fire. Did Tim really need to say that word? He couldn’t stop giggling; he was starting to feel a little light-headed from it all. He tried to push himself up to reach but found that doing so bumped the shelf again and made him double back over with laughter.

Martin was at the bench before he knew what he was doing. “Hey, careful! You could fall.” He commended himself internally for sounding so calm because good god, Jon’s laughter was endearing. And infectious.

Jon crushed his hand harder over his face, squeezing his eyes shut. A hiccup punctuated his giggles, and he made another grab for the shelf only to squeak and jump when the brush shifted again. He grabbed for the edge of the bench, found his hand gripping nothing but air and the next thing he knew there was a feeling of vertigo, a soft thump, and he suddenly felt very warm.

On finding himself with an armful of flushed, giggling archivist, Martin was somewhat surprised that his heart didn’t simply explode in his chest. Jesus, Jon really wasn’t making this crush easy on him with all of that.

He found himself smiling back at him, unable to resist the sheer cuteness of it all even if Martin did feel like he was about to expire. Jon was so squirmy that putting him down would probably just end up with him on the floor. His eyes locked with Martin’s pleadingly, and Martin chuckled. “Okay, okay, calm down.” He adjusted his hold so that he could reach up, fingers brushing cloth and earning a sharp jolt and a cackle from the man in his arms.

“AH! Martin no!”

Martin rolled his eyes, carefully retrieving the doll while doing his best to be gentle and avoid any unwanted touching. “Relax, jeez.” He couldn’t help the grin. “Here, all yours.”

Jon eyed him suspiciously, continuing to stare as he extended a hand for the doll. Huh. Jon really did have nice eyes, didn’t he?

The doll was snatched out of his hand before Martin realised what had happened. He blinked in surprise, and when Jon coughed awkwardly, he flushed. “Oh right, sorry.” He muttered, letting Jon get back to his feet.

Jon swallowed. He should probably address how nice it felt to be in Martin’s arms, but this was hardly the time or place. “Ah… thank you.” He muttered.

“No problem, boss!”

Jon glared over at them. He pointed at Tim. “Fired.”

Sasha snorted and he pointed to her. “Also fired.”

She laughed. “You can’t fire me, I’m your favourite!”

Jon paused, not sure if he would be crossing some kind of boundary, but… no. “Not anymore.” He said primly, patted Martin on the shoulder, and retreated to his office, doll in hand.

Tim and Sasha waited for the door to click shut behind him before dissolving into breathless laughter. Martin walked slowly over to his desk and collapsed into the chair, bright red and eyes wide. “Oh my god.” He whispered.

“I know!” Sasha said gleefully.

“Oh my god, guys, how- he’s so cute.”

Tim snorted.

“Why is he so cute, I don’t- is that even legal?”

That set them off again. Martin closed his eyes for a moment, committing to memory the sight of a Jon flushed and giggling in his arms, the wide smile painting his lips, the little dimples, his dishevelled hair, his glasses slid down his nose…

“You okay there, golden child?”

Martin made an indistinct whining noise and buried his face in his hands. He’d had a crush before he’d seen Jon smile, this was just unfair.

Tim chuckled. “Poor sod.”

Martin’s head fell onto his desk with a dull thunk. “Piss off.”

Sasha smiled. “If it helps… Jon really didn’t seem uncomfortable with you holding him like that.”

“Like a new bride!” Tim said with a snicker.

“Stop.”

“I’m serious!”

“Sasha I will die if you say anything else about him right now, please.”

“Okay, okay.”

On the other side of the surprisingly thick door, Jon carefully unwound his own dark hair from the doll, fascinated by the sensation of his own fingers gently pressing against his skin. The feeling faded the moment the hair was free, and he let that silly smile break through again now that no one was around to see.

He still felt giddy from all the laughing and teasing. Sure, he would need to act the part of cranky boss in front of those three, but in private he could admit to himself that it was… fun. A lot of fun. He hugged himself tightly, savouring the happiness. Tim was a monster who always seemed determined to get him to loosen up, Sasha was a menace who seemed to know exactly how to break through his façade and get a laugh, and Martin…

Martin was… nice. Warm.

The memory of being caught in his arms made Jon flush for reasons he couldn’t quite fathom. That was- well, much better than falling to the floor at least. He was surprisingly strong, and his jumper was very soft against his skin.

It had been a nice feeling.

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Yes ! Can you maybe do an imagine where the reader breaks up with Will because they dont think they’re good enough for him ?? But with a happy ending where they get back together because he really wants to be with them

Of course, sweet Anon!😊 Man, y'all really love angst lmao In retrospect, this might be a bit too angsty😬I blame Bo Burnham's Inside

This imagine is going to be really depressing, like a lot. There will be mentions of attempted suicide and self harm so, SEVERE TRIGGER WARNING.

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It had been over a year since you broke up with Will.

You'd never felt more depressed in your life, but you thought it was the right decision at the time. What bullshit that turned out to be...

Your crippling insecurity forced your mind to think you didn't deserve to have someone as amazing as Will, he was so thoughtful and you were so, well, so dependent.

You weren't in the best stage of your life when you met Will, you were in a really dark place and you had even more trouble getting out of it. You haven't really made much progress since then, but you tried.

You just wanted to feel better for once. Every day, you just felt like you were drowning and taking Will with you.

He was your rock, and he made sure that he was right beside you every time you felt bad. Of course, being an actor, he had to go away sometimes and you always told him that you'd be fine. You weren't, of course, but you were always so happy for him whenever he'd book a film or TV show because it made him happy.

There were days you just felt numb, mostly when Will wasn't with you. Those days you'd just lay in your bed, sob uncontrollably until the exhaustion would put you to sleep.

Will felt helpless, and you could always see it on his face. He was worried about you, he wanted to help you, but it wasn't something that he could change or do anything about. Him worrying about you day and night made you feel even worse, that was not what you wanted for him. He deserved to be with something that lifted him up and encouraged him, not someone who's depressing all the time and unintentionally bringing him down with them. No...you didn't want that for him at all.

It was inevitable, but it didn't make it any easier to break up with him.

Will's heartbroken face would forever be engrained in your mind, but you kept telling yourself it was in his best interest.

You cried the hardest you ever cried in your entire life. You loved him so much, you didn't want to let him go, but you couldn't let your toxicity ruin his life. And you honestly thought that it would get better in time, but it only made your mental state deteriorate ever more.

One night, when the pain got too hard to handle, you took and broke your shaving razors, taking out the blades.

In hindsight, you really wished you hadn't, you felt embarrassed about it for the longest time. But trying to look on the bright side, it did force you to finally get the professional help you needed. Therapy, medication, the whole nine yards. You kicked yourself for not getting yourself help sooner, because you felt better now that you were going to therapy.

You still struggled a lot, but you knew once you found the right medication, it would become more bearable, and it did eventually. It took a lot of hard work.

You thought about Will a lot, what he was up to, if he found someone else that he loved. The thought was painful, but all you wanted for him was to find true happiness.

One day, you decided to go out to a coffee shop one morning, as opposed to just Postmateing yourself like you normally did. Your therapist did say you needed to get out more, so you took their advice.

You walked through town, a simple little coffee shop catching your eye. The name sounded familiar to you, though you couldn't quite place why. You didn't think you'd been to this place before, you usually made your own coffee, but you wanted to give it a try.

The light ring of a bell filled your ears as you opened the front door. It was a really cold morning, so the warm heat hitting your skin and inhaling the strong smell of coffee and freshly made bakeries put a small smile on your face.

You were thankful that there wasn't a line, possibly to early in the morning, maybe you got there before the usual early birds. Though looking around, it was a small place, only a few book readers scattered amongst the small tables that were set up opposite of the counter where you ordered.

While waiting for your coffee, a wall full of art caught your eye. You walked closer to look at all the pieces, all of them painted by customers. Hmm, cute...

You didn't really acknowledge the bell ringing once more, signaling an arrival of another customer, to focused on the pretty art.

"Hey!" You heard one of the workers say cheerfully, probably addressing the new customer. "Your usual, Will?"

Your smile dropped. Ha, what are the odds, right?

"Yep, of course. Thank you."

Then, your heart dropped.

You recognized that voice anywhere. Now you knew why this shop sounded so familiar, it was Will's favorite place to get coffee, he had mentioned it to you before. Of course, of all the coffee places in town, you had to pick this one.

You slowly turned around, your heart beating out of your chest and almost coming to a complete stop once you laid eyes on his face. That face you always thought about, even in your dreams. "Wi-"

"Y/n!" You cringed as the coffee shop worker called out your name, telling you that your coffee was ready.

Will immediately snapped his gaze over to you, clearly having trouble believing it was actually you. You stood there awkwardly, having a hard time reading his expression. Was he mad? Sad? Happy?

"Y/n." Will almost whispered, taking a couple steps closer to you.

Will looked the same, just as handsome as when you last saw him. His eyes were locked onto you, looking you over in awe. He thought you looked so much healthier now, but always thinking that you look stunning, no matter the circumstance.

"How...how are you?" Will started, a small smile finally stretching across his lips. "You look," He chuckled softly, "amazing."

You looked down slightly when your face started to burn, all of your blood seeming to rush right to your face from one simple compliment. "Thank you." You said sheepishly. "You look amazing too, as usual."

Now it was Will's turn to blush, his easy to spot with his fair complexion. "Uh, do you wanna, maybe, sit down? Or we could go somewhere else, if you want to, that is. Don't feel pressured or anything." He rambled.

You smiled. "Yeah, sure." You grabbed your coffee and joined Will at the table he chose to sit at. "So, uh, how've you been?" You asked, taking tiny sips of your hot drink.

"Good, good. I'll be filming a new project soon, so that'll be fun." Will paused for a beat, then sighing despairingly . "I've been, uh, thinking about you. A lot."

"I've been thinking about you too."

"I kinda lied. I am filming something soon but, I haven't been good. Ever since we broke up, life just...kind of feels a bit grey now."

You frowned, biting your lip hard to keep tears from welling up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Will..." You whispered. "I thought you'd be better off without me to drag you down. I was such a burden."

Will furrowed his brows, shaking his head with a frown. "No. You weren't dragging me down, I loved you, Y/n. I would've done anything for you. I know that you struggled a lot with your mental health, but I wanted to be with you through all that. I never thought you were a burden, not for a second."

"I just," You wiped an unwanted tear from your cheek, "I don't think I was ready to be in a relationship then. I've been working really hard on my health and now that I have a clearer mindset, I think it was probably for the best that I broke up with you when I did."

Will took a deep breath. "I respect that. I do. I'm happy for you, that you're better now. I don't want this to come off as selfish...but I still love you. I want to be with you. But I understand if you can't be in a relationship right now. I'll wait for you, as long as it takes if you'll let me."

You blushed furiously once more. At this point, you practically wanted to throw yourself at this man. You didn't care if it didn't work out again, you still wanted him, badly.

"I still love you too, Will. Always have."

Will smiled softly. "I don't want you to be my partner again if you're not ready."

"I don't know if I am, I'm still working on myself, but...goddamn I wanna kiss you so bad right now." You said, eliciting another blush and a shy laugh from Will.

You answered him by leaning forward slowly, rubbing your nose against his before gent as you smiled widely at him, leaning closer. You almost shivered as his cold hands reached over to delicately trace your jawline, the gesture automatically putting you in a sort of trance where you could only look into his eyes.

"I really want to kiss you." Will giggled, fully cupping the side of your jaw. "May I?"

You answered him by leaning forward slowly, rubbing your nose against his before gently connecting your lips with his.

Over a year of wanting and missing Will, you ignored your dislike of PDA, you've needed this for so long. The spark you always felt when you kissed him was still there, still giving you goosebumps along with an intense desire you definitely couldn't act on in this coffee shop.

Will pulled away, only to rest his forehead against yours, his eyes closed just relishing in the moment. "I've missed you so much."

"Me too." You chuckled breathlessly.

"I don't want you to feel like you have to rush back into things. We can take it slow if that's what you want."

This man was always such a gentleman, but it just made you even more eager to take him home with you.

"Right now, I don't think I'm capable of taking things slow." You said, a almost seductive tone to your voice.

Will smiled playfully, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "That's absolutely not taking things slow."

"How about we go to my place? Make up all the lost time?" You asked not as confidently, the feeling of rejection making you nervous, but Will smiled gently, taking a hold of your hand and kissing you once more.

"Lead the way."

~~~~~~~~~~

Hope you enjoyed! Hopefully it wasn't too depressing and dark in the beginning.

[write-like-wright]

since you did the prosecutors before can we get exes headcanons for them (like what they would be like if they were ur ex LMAO)? if this is too broad u can pick ur favorite aspect of it (u dumping them, them dumping u, seeing them in public one month later 🥰 etc)

skjdksfnfjnf this is so funny yes!

Being their ex: Ace Attorney rival prosecutor edition

Miles Edgeworth

if you thought he was awkward while you were dating, wait until you see him after your breakup

he does NOT know how to behave around you at all anymore

mostly attempts to avoid you

may or may not pull another one of his "prosecutor Miles Edgeworth chooses death" stunts

goes to Europe for a few months to compose himself and figure out how to proceed

he's especially stumped if you are somehow obligated to interact, either through work or maybe if you live nearby

tries his best to be civil and gentlemanly, but it's painfully obvious he'd rather be anywhere else in the world at that moment

I imagine you'd have mutual friends, so before every group outing he asks if you're going to be there

something may suddenly come up if the answer is yes

*cough, cough* "I can't, I'm sick"

"boo you, Edgeworth"

I'm assuming you broke up either because of how much he works or because he fears for your safety because of your relationship

maybe it was just a heated steel samurai discussion taken too far

Franziska von Karma

oh boy, this is not gonna go well

so cold to you in the public

throws around a "foolish fool" or two your way

grips her whip so tight her knuckles turn white

cries when she gets home

absolutely cannot forgive herself for allowing someone to know her so intimately and see her in her vulnerable moments and then they're just... gone

probably puts her off dating for a while

if I had to guess why you broke up, I'd assume it was due to her intensity or competitive nature

Diego Armando/Godot

this man has many, many exes

not much changes in his demeanour towards you

he's as cool and as smooth as ever, but is careful not to cross over into the flirty territory

you're either addicted to caffeine or absolutely repulsed by it at this point

walking by a coffee shop makes you uncomfortable

don't know why you broke up, but you get back together at least twice before separating for good

Klavier Gavin

Klav remains his good old, friendly self

will drop an album about your breakup

expect a lot of hate from his stans

the media hounds you

you get invited to participate in a few reality shows probably

he feels bad and tries to defend you

offers to make it up to you by taking you out for dinner

you hook up

you break up again because you can't stand the constant scrutiny and him being away for long periods of time

rinse and repeat

Simon Blackquill

there are so many potential reasons why you could've broken up

too intense? scary at times?? manipulative without even realizing it??? spends half his life savings on a fancy katana???? who knows with him

goes full emo

do you guys know that canonically those marks on his face are from crying so much in prison? yeah (they're apparently starting to heal too, good for him)

acts all tough at work, goes home and cries to HIM - Gone With The Sin blasting at full volume

flip-flops between being a gentleman and a jerk should you meet in public

makes a few snarky comments about you and your relationship to hurt you, then has a minor freakout when realization.exe kicks in and he notices you actually are hurt

apologises by sending you cute bird pics

"Look at what Taka did today."

"He's wearing the bandana you bought him :)"

"Please respond I'm so sorry don't block me"

You eventually remain friends so you can get bird visitation rights

Nahyuta Sahdmadhi

acts polite and smiles sweetly, but occasionally ends the conversation with "I will pray for you", not unlike a hostile southern lady

you miss him and his expensive haircare and skincare products

you can definitely live without the 8-hour sermons

perhaps the cultural differences were too hard to overcome? or maybe it was the constant travelling? in either case, you mutually decide that ending your relationship would be for the best

I imagine dating literal royalty would be exhausting

Barok van Zieks

make no mistake, this WILL cause a scandal

no matter the reason for your separation, get ready to deal with some serious gossip

everywhere you go, you notice people whispering about you

"I hear they ended their betrothal with Lord van Zieks."

"Well, I say! Can't imagine dealing with the Reaper myself."

everyone wants to hear your side of the story and any potential dirt you may have on him

Barok acts as gentlemanly as ever, as befits a man of his standing

he's a solitary man, but his solitude soon leads to loneliness and resentment

his consumption of fine vintages increases by tenfold

whatever it is that happened between the two of you must have been major

betrothals are not lightly ended, especially with the heir of a powerful noble family

might not even be your doing, perhaps family got involved

perhaps, his family reputation has been besmirched? ahem

Bonus: Kazuma Asogi

poor Kazuma can't catch a break

Ryu gets a tear-stained letter written on 18 sheets of paper, front and back

"Oh, dear," Susato sighs. "I suppose this means the wedding is off."

while he's no lord, he is a prosecutor in the service of Her Majesty and the news of a courtship ending would be scandalous

perhaps, for that reason, and fearing how the public would react to your relationship (it is Victorian England we're talking about after all, Van Zieks' views are far from unique), you chose to keep it a secret

at first exciting, your secret meetings and whispered words soon become tiresome

the fear of being caught is always gnawing at you

he may lash out initially when you leave him

offers to make your relationship public, to hell with the society

you both know it's a bad idea

"This is all your fault." he sighs as he pours himself another chalice of Van Ziek's fine vintage.

"My fault? How is your poor performance today in court my fault, my Nipponese friend?" Barok spits out. "You have been distraught for days now, man! Pull yourself together!"

"Not you specifically," Kazuma brushes off. "Your kind."

"My kind?"

"Stuck up posh twats."

Gina walks in just as they're about to draw their blades

listen babes I'm a Kazuma simp this is the only way i could envision dumping his ass

[kimmyyang]

210503 My favorite moments & translations of the SHL concert including the warming up livestream

1. Zhao Jing calling fans adopted sons and daughters during the livestream and revealing that there will be a game where they hug each other, telling fans to look forward to it (he knows what we want to see haha).

2. Gong Jun arrived at the livestream first, but he still waited for Zhang Zhehan and told Zhang Zhehan to introduce himself first.

3. Zhang Zhehan saying he will talk less as he needs to take care of his throat for the actual concert, so Gong Jun talked mostly in the livestream (translation is here).

4. In the beginning of the concert, ZZH introduced himself: "I'm your Ah Xu." (T ^ T)

5. The MCs asked the casts to write down their top 1 iconic scene, some of them picked the scene where Gao Chong died. GJ & ZZH were having a discussion and the MCs were like "why do these two have to discuss their top 1 scene?" (yeah, you just need to write your own fave scene, it's not pair work LMAO) ZZH picked "you're not worthy" scene where they had to fight against Ye Bai Yi, and GJ picked the sun basking scene where they called each other 'Lao Wen', 'Ah Xu' 3 times. ZZH said: thanks to Gao dage's iconic scene, they got to rest haha.

6. Gao Chong, Zhao Jing & Shen Sheng sitting behind GJ & ZZH wrote "Lao Wen ♡ Lao Zhou" on their whiteboards, they were laughing so much while holding it up.

7. When they played the sun basking scene, the MCs asked GJ "you were pretty focused when watching the scene." GJ replied, "it reminded me of the time when we were filming, it felt so warm just like now, I'm being surrounded with love."

8. MCs said that ZZH added the part where calling Lao Wen's name 3 times. ZZH said: "yes I even asked GJ to call Ah Xu 3 times, I like the number 3 and calling the names 3 times shows 3 different emotions". When MCs asked them to reenact the scene, I heard CWN saying he wants to see it. (I hope I didn't mishear it lol and the MCs were smiling so much while watching them)

9. After ZZH finished singing Gu Meng (T ^ T), the fans were all screaming 'lao po'. XDDD

10. At the beginning of the game segment, when the rules came up on the screen. Fans were screaming loudly and ZZH said: "did you guys even read/ understand it to be screaming like that?" And one of the MCs said: "shouldn't that be Ye Bai Yi's job to diss people?" (The MCs definitely did a lot of prep before the concert haha XD and that is the hugging game Zhao Jing talked about in the livestream)

11. GJ & ZZH were laughing hehehehe when they found out they got the same number.

12. The MCs had to say a number, they have to find enough people to make that number. At one point Ye Bai Yi was with 3 actresses, and ZZH said: "Ye Bai Yi you're a guy and you're hugging 3 girls??? I didn't expect you to be like this." (AHAHAHAHA)

13. I missed out on what happened with CWN & GX, but it seems that they wanted to get eliminated together. (T ^ T)

14. So at the end, ZZH and Cheng Ling won the game and GJ was like: "the person who won the game will sing until tomorrow's concert." (LOL)

15. GJ said: "I feel like you guys planned it out to make me lose the game." (ZZH called 'Lao Wen' 3 times here ahhhh GJ kinda just gave up lol) "Am I right, didi?" Cheng Ling replied yes. ZZH asked GJ to dance as a punishment but GJ forced ZZH to dance and ZZH was like why do I have to do it when I won the game?? Then ZZH sang and GJ danced to 爱的恰恰 (so cute I cry) GJ couldn't do the dance properly, he explained: "I need to save my energy, I have to sing later."

16. When they were picking the winners for the prizes, GJ said: "it's so unfair to the bottom floor, they haven't won anything." ZZH then jokingly added: "the people on the bottom floor, they're super fast at getting the tickets and they're pretty rich too." (because the tickets are more expensive) GJ jokingly followed: "then let's pick someone from level 3, haha I actually did pick out level 3 (from the bag)."

17. Another game, the MCs asked them to say something fierce to the other team, GJ was facing his teammates and kept saying (I can't remember what he said) really loudly. And ZZH was like did you not understand (the instructions) why are you shouting at your teammates? (AHAHAHAHAHA come on I don't think he would say anything fierce to his lao po XD)

18. I can't remember what happened but Ye Bai Yi shouted: "卧槽 (fuck)" during the game segment. (really loudly!!! and I haven't heard any Chinese actors/ celebrities say that in public lmao)

19. GJ couldn't find all the nails on ZZH and asked: "where did you guys hide it?" Ye Bai Yi lifts up ZZH's clothes and said: "here". GJ said:" I can't reach there, they won't be able to broadcast it." (asdfghjklfuuuuu)

20. When they reenacted the "you're not worthy" scene and still bickering like 3-year-olds XDDD

21. When Cao Wei Ning & Ah Xiang were singing Yuan Mie, Ah Xiang got so emotional she cried and messed up, so Cao Wei Ning sang her lines and held her hand really tightly. (I CRIEDDDD)

22. Afterwards, ZZH & GJ walked out with Cheng Ling (then everyone came out too). GJ forgot to bring the red bracelets and ZZH was like "where are the red bracelets? Lao Wen did you give it to someone else?" (AHAHAHAHA)

23. When they had to put the red bracelets on each other's wrists, CWN's hands were shaking so much, you can literally feel how nervous he is through the screen. (sobs) CWN called Ah Xiang "Cao furen (my wife)" and GX called Cao dage "my husband". (T ^ T)

24. When Xi Sang Gui came into the centre, she said: "Ah Xing (WKX) when will it be your wedding?" GJ just smiled and side-eyed ZZH. XDD

25. GJ said that SHL means a lot to him, it's a special, irreplaceable drama to him. I think he also thanked ZZH. ZZH said: "thank you shanrens who're here and watching in front of the screen for giving us the chance to dream and made our dream come true. (no, thank YOU for bringing Ah Xu into our lives T ^ T)

26. Picking winners again and CWN was trying so hard to find the bottom/ centre area card. (so cute)

27. ZZH & GJ singing Tian Wen, ZZH got confused at the start and GJ helped him to get back into the right key, they both laughed and it was just so cuteeeee. And GJ said: "everyone together" which made ZZH laugh cuz you don't usually say that during a slow song lmao.

28. Liu Qianqiao presented 嗑 upside down which is phonetically “嗑到了/ kdl” and it means my ship (cp) is sailing.

Day 2

[linawritestwst]

avery glass (twst oc)

yayyy lina made a twst oc!! that's my boy.. THAT'S MY BOY..

okay so when i was thinking about which character i should use as an inspiration for this oc, i.. actually had no idea who i should choose. at first i thought "hey what if i just use one of my childhood disney faves" but then i remembered that all characters that i cared about back then were just. either disney princesses or fairies. yeah i was kinda basic.

and i wanted to go with something a little different because twst ocs that are based on those characters definitely exist already. so i went "what if. what if i just use AN OBJECT as an inspiration and not a character" because if i'm not wrong, epel is based on a poisoned apple from snow white, right? feel free to correct me though. but even if he's not, i just thought that it would be an interesting idea.

so here's my son and he's based on a magical rose from beauty and the beast! wow lina one rose boy wasn't enough for you

full name: avery glass (エイブリー ・ガラス) (i had a hard time choosing his first name and just went with avery because i simply thought it sounds cool. his last name is a reference to glass that a rose from the movie was under.)

age: 17 y/o

gender: male

species: human

birthday: january 8

zodiac sign: capricorn

height: 174 cm

eye color: soft pink

hair color: dark pink

homeland: queendom of roses

family: mother, father, little sister

school: royal sword academy

dorm: *cries in not knowing anything about rsa* (also yes his magic pen is pink but i just. made it this color because his color scheme is mostly pink, it's not based on any dorm)

school year: second

occupation: student

club: gardening club. i don't even know if rsa has a club like that, but it has now because i said so.

best subject: alchemy

dominant hand: right

favorite food: hard candy (especially raspberry flavored)

least favorite food: gummy worms (his little sister put a real worm in his gummy worms bag once when he wasn't looking. this would be his villain origin story but he's a rsa student)

hobby: secretly reading romance novels, also taking care of flowers and plants

talent: candy making

unique magic: "the curse of beauty". avery can change any person's appearance so that it would show how truly beautiful they are on the inside. it doesn't only make beautiful people ugly if they're secretly cruel, it can also make people that are "ugly" by society's standards more beautiful if they're actually kind and caring. if avery uses his unique magic on a person that is already beautiful in many people's eyes and kind, their appearance won't change in any way. however, his magic can harm both him and the person that he used unique magic on, because he can't cancel the effect of "the curse of beauty" himself, the person can get their normal appearance back only if someone says to them that they love them and means it (platonically or romantically) or if someone like riddle with his unique magic intervenes. what's even worse, if that person stays with their new appearance for too long, avery will start getting all kinds of injuries such as scars, scratches, bruises, etc.

dislikes: people that are "too pretty" and loud people.

personality: avery sure looks like a cute and shy boy, but don't let his looks fool you, because this guy.. his personality doesn't fit his appearance at all. avery has a tongue that as sharp as rose's thorns and he WILL most likely make fun of you. in fact, he calls most people by nicknames just like floyd and rook, but he doesn't give someone a nickname to show his affection, they're supposed to offend people instead. he even has nicknames for nrc students, for example, he calls trey a "teeth-brushing freak" and he called cater a "magicam addict with a fake smile" once. he's also insanely proud of nicknames that he comes up with and he has a full list of them that's hanging on the wall in his room. avery hates people that are too pretty/beautiful/handsome, because he thinks that these people are self-centered and arrogant and they only care about their looks. but honestly, his hatred of them looks like he's just in deep denial most of the time, because he literally says things like "i hate your beautiful eyes and how soft your skin is and how pretty you look when you smile! i hate it!" his hobbies fit his looks much more than his personality: he's a member of the gardening club, he likes candy and making it and even though he says that he hates romance, he secretly reads romance novels and keeps them in his room. if he sees you finding them though.. yeah, you probably won't make it out alive. he even likes to play matchmaker and ship people that he thinks look good together. he most likely ships mc with someone (but mc will never know about it).

notable relationships:

he stated several times that he doesn't like neige because he's pretty and his personality is most likely fake, because no one can be that kind and that popular at the same time. he's totally not following neige on his secret account. neige meanwhile wants to learn more about avery and be friends with him.

avery is TERRIFIED of chenya because he reminds avery of his little sister who is a huge prankster. chenya finds avery's reactions interesting and fun, because pink-haired boy is trying to act so tough and cool but if he sees chenya he goes "NOPE NO NOT TODAY BYE"

avery is usually a victim of his little sister's pranks and even though he often says just how annoying his sister is, it's obvious that he cares about her and that he would do anything to protect her if anything bad happened to her.

his voice lines(quotes):

if you choose to hold his hand: "hey, if you stay behind, don't blame me, okay? it's your fault for being too slow!"

level up:

"why are we even doing this? i'm already strong enough!"

"fine, you can help me out, if you want to. just don't get in the way, okay?"

"i think i deserve a candy after this."

level up max:

"yay, we've finally did it! oh, um.. whatever, i didn't really need your help anyway."

episode level up:

"why do you keep hanging out with me?.. huh? you think i'm cute? uh.. is that, like, a compliment or something?"

magic level up:

"so this just means i can hit all of those good-looking liars even harder, right?"

limit break:

"okay, fine, i'll do what you want from me. but you absolutely have to pay me with candy after!"

groovy:

"i knew it, i really am better than all of them! and you think so too, right?.. please, tell me that you think so."

lesson lines (before lesson):

"come on, why should i listen to you? ugh, then promise me that you'll visit the gardening club after this! i want to show you something."

"here, i've got a whole bag of candy, it'll help me get through this."

"i don't need your help!.. but if you have subjects you struggle with, i might give you a hand just to show how smart i am."

lesson start:

"you better go with me then!"

lesson end:

"hey, i can't hear you saying "thank you for helping, avery!".. that's better."

battle start:

"watch me win and tell everyone how cool i am after i'm done."

battle win:

"oh you poor thing, here, have a candy!.. haha, you actually thought i'd give it to you?"

fun facts

avery's hatred of good-looking people is a reference to the fact that in "beauty and the beast" the enchantress offered a rose to a prince in exchange for shelter but he refused. he was punished and turned into a beast, so that he looked as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside. so yeah, avery thinks that all people that look beautiful are as arrogant as that prince.

his transparent hat (yes, that's my attempt at drawing transparent things) is supposed to represent the glass that rose from the movie was under.

avery actually tried to hide his freckles with make-up before but he changed his mind because otherwise he would be like those "fake people" that he so deeply hates.

many rsa students think that nrc would fit avery better.

avery knows heartslabyul students well due to some of them being from his homeland. riddle is the only nrc student that he has at least some respect for and he's the only person that avery doesn't call by a nickname. avery thinks that ace and deuce are too dumb to have a proper conversation with them. he's afraid of trey because avery eats.. quite a lot of candy every day and he said that he's thankful for not going to the same school as trey.

if you compliment his appearance, at first avery will be like "?? huh??", he's gonna be so confused and then he will just assume that you're calling him a selfish and a fake person. you can compliment other things though, like his skills or personality.

if he was a nrc student, he would be fine with being sorted to any dorm except pomefiore because.. for obvious reasons.

his unique magic is based on the beast's curse and the way to bring people back to normal is also based on the way of breaking the curse from the movie. avery getting injuries if the person is still under the influence of his magic is a reference to a rose from "beauty and the beast" losing petals.

even though avery reads so much romance, he's actually oblivious to flirting and he doesn't know when he's saying things that sound flirty. he can easily feed you candy when you're not expecting it or give you a flower that he grew himself and he will be like ".. what, some people think it's romantic?"

however, avery can get jealous easily and is kinda possessive, but he probably won't even realize that he's acting like this because he fell in love with someone.

avery tends to use his unique magic pretty often just to mess with people but he doesn't tell anyone about him getting injured after using it and he tries to hide it with his clothes. he really is ready to go THAT far just for a prank. it doesn't help that he's full of negative emotions and feelings when he's doing it, so.. *cough* overblot!avery *cough*

it takes a great amount of self-control for avery to not swear every single second. also judging looks from rsa students help.

[bts-reveries]

young one | 22

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JUNGKOOK’S POV

It was one in the afternoon. You have just woken up and you just wanted to close your eyes for the day to go by faster. At one point you know you’d wake up and your girl and your son would be coming back home. At that point you’d get up.

Your phone rang beside you and you opened up one eye. Reaching out to the empty side of the bed for your phone. 

It was your friend.

Sungjae specifically. 

But you weren’t feeling it today so you let it go to voicemail. 

After the call ended, you saw several text messages from all of your friends. From both group chats. Unfortunately, none of them were from Yn. Your friends sent their good morning texts and daily pictures of their kids. It was your guys’ thing to do that. You all just loved each other’s kids so much. Yoongi hyung seem to still be upset over the fact that Hana is starting to attract boys at school. I mean, who can blame her? Just like your other nieces, they were beautiful and definitely will be heartbreakers in the future. Your other friends on the other hand were bringing you food. You don’t like saying no, because you think this is their way of keeping you company and distracted during this sad time... but you just weren’t feeling like it today. 

▼ the text messages you woke up to ▼

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“What are you up to?” Taehyung called you unexpectedly, but of course, you couldn’t just let his facetime go on a missed call. Taehyung’s different.

“Cleaning,” you answered.

“Cleaning? There’s only one of you, how messy could the apartment be?” he replies. You scratch your head, laughing sheepishly. 

“Well…” you switch the camera to the back camera and show your hyung the mess you’ve made along with your friends.

“JUNGKOOKAH!” Taehyung yells in surprise. “What the heck! What do you do?”

“Uhh… my friends are quite messy..”

“You have your friends over? I never get an invite anymore,” Taehyung says with a pout.

“Well,” you say, biting your lip, “I don’t really invite anyone over, my friends come unannounced most of the time.”

“Do you like them over?”

“Y-yeah.. I guess so. I don’t mind I guess,” you say. “Plus, it would be rude for me to kick them out. They come over and bring me food and I don’t know, they know Yn and I don’t live together right now so I guess they just want to keep me company.”

Taehyung quirks up an eyebrow at you, then squints his eyes. 

“I see… well, if they’re going to come over, unannounced, they should at least help clean up? You know, making a mess in someone else's house is more rude than kicking them out. It’s your place, if you don’t like it, you have the right to tell them not to come next time.”

“It’s okay hyung, don’t worry. I don’t mind. Cleaning up relaxes me anyways-”

“What’s wrong? Why do you need to relax, are you feeling okay?” Taehyung interrupts, feeling a bit worried as he senses something wrong.

“Yeah, I don’t know. I just feel a little off today. But I’ll be okay! Don’t worry about me, I’m sure I’ll feel better after I clean up everything… here,” you answer, sighing over the mess you had in front of you. 

“Okay, well I’ll leave you to it then,” Taehyung says.

“Okay hyung, I’ll see you,” you say, waving at the camera. 

“Okay, well I’ll stop by tonight. I’m letting you know before going like a polite person,” Taehyung says, mockingly. “Bye Jungkookiee~”

“Bye hyung, I’ll see you later then,” you say, ending the call. You put down your phone and sigh. “Okay let’s get started.”

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After picking up all the mess, the old pizza boxes, the empty cans, and going down to take them to the trash and recycling bins, you were finally done. 

But you didn’t want to stop there. So you went to your room to clean up there as well.

Unsurprisingly, it was pretty clean. It’s mostly empty. It’s pretty empty. Well, the only time you’re ever in there now is to sleep. 

So a U-turn has been made and you went your way to Sian’s room instead. 

Again.

Empty. 

And suddenly, you felt pretty empty as well. 

You dropped the vacuum you were holding onto and walked inside the quiet room. You shivered as you felt a cold breeze. 

You missed the sound of Sian’s laugh and, surprisingly, stepping on his legos whenever you entered. You don’t know how long the two will be gone. You’re hoping not forever. You know it won’t be forever. But you know, you never know what may happen in Busan that might make Yn and Sian stay. But you’re hoping everything goes well there so they can come back home and the three of you would be a happy family again. 

It looked like Sian packed most of his toys and brought them to Busan with him, so the room really felt empty. 

You scan your eyes around the room and scrunch your brows as you see something poking out from underneath Sian’s bed. You walk over, bending down to pull the fuzzy thing poking out from underneath.

It was Sian’s bunny. You frowned at the thought of Sian forgetting his favorite bunny back home. 

This was the first toy the two of you had ever gotten him.

~ flash back ~

“What about this?” You say, turning to Yn, showing her a small stuffed bear. She scrunches her nose, holding her hand on her belly. 

“We call him little bunny… Kookie. Don’t you think a bunny would make sense?” she laughs as you scrunch your nose. She knew the little baby in her belly was going to be just like his daddy. 

“Nevermind then,” You say, putting down the stuffed bear. “I can’t find a bunny though…” Yn walks over to you and pinches your cheek because she thought you just looked too cute when you pout. 

“I hope our Sianie bunny looks just like you,” she tells you.

“Because I’m cuter?” you joke. She glares at you as you say this, making you laugh. 

“Whatever Jeon, let’s find a bunny so we can go home,” she pouts, “we’re hungry..”

“Well let’s get some food then!” Jungkook says, grabbing hold of your hand and, basically, dragging you out of the store.

“Wait!” she says, stopping you from speed walking out.

“What is it, are you okay?” you ask her, putting your hand on her stomach. 

“Yeah we’re fine, but look!” she points. You turn your head to the direction she’s pointing at. And of course, there it was.

A big, white bunny. Perfect for your little one.

-

fast forward months and months and months later ▸▸

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“Jungkook, can you watch Sian while I take a shower?” Yn asks you. She looked exhausted and you can hear your baby crying on the bed behind her.

“Of course, take your time,” you tell her. She’s been working hard, I mean, you’d like to think you both are. Being new parents and all. Yn finished the school year when she was pregnant with Sian, and she’s going to be taking a break as of now to be a full time mommy. She says she’ll finish whenever she’s ready. But you, you’re done. So as the father of your new, little family, you think of yourself as the breadwinner. 

You didn’t have a super stable job… yet… but what you have right now is good enough. 

You walk up to Sian, who’s still on the bed, pouting. Something Yn says he got from you. You knew exactly what would make him happy.

“Sianie! Look!” you yell, taking out his bunny stuffed toy. Immediately your son’s face lit up, reaching out for the bunny. 

“You love him right! Mommy and daddy got this for you before you even came out,” you explain, poking his little belly, making him laugh. “Mommy says I look like a bunny and she says you hopped in her belly whenever I’d talk to you so she said you’d come out just like me.” You couldn’t help but lean down to pepper kisses all over your baby as he chews on the bunny’s ears. You sigh. 

“Aigoo..Please never get bigger, you look so cute like this,” you pout, pressing a finger to his cheek. 

-

fast forward even more months and a year later ▸▸

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“Where’s Sian?” Yn asked you from the kitchen, holding Sian’s lunch. You look at her with wide eyes, knowing darn well that Sian was on the living room floor in front of you eating candy that you weren’t supposed to give him. 

“No idea,” you lied. Yn put Sian’s food down on the table and walked straight to you and you tried to snatch the candy away from your son. But even at a young age, he knew what you were doing and pulled away before you could reach it. 

“What is that?” Yn says as she comes closer, seeing her son sucking on something red. “Jungkook!” she yells, giving you a look as she takes the candy from Sian. He cries immediately and she picks him up from the ground to take him to the kitchen table. “He’s not going to want to eat now, why would you do that.” She’s pouting now because she’s upset with you. 

“Yes he will,” you say, reassuring her. You grab Sian’s bunny off the ground and bring it towards the two.

“Sian look, bunny is going to eat all your food if you don’t eat it,” you say, pulling the tray in front of you. You bent the bunny closer to the food and made “eating” noises to pretend he was eating all of Sian’s food. 

“No! No!” Sian yells, lips quivering as he reaches for the food. “That mine…” he says sadly. Yn looks up at you and smiles. You mouth an “I told you so” at her and she playfully rolls her eyes at you. You slid the tray back to you and Sian and he doesn’t hesitate with his little spoon, digging in. 

“Thank you,” she mouths back at you.

-

fast forward to Sian getting ready for his first day of school ▸▸

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“Where’s bunny?” Sian says, as the two of you were packing his school supplies. You quirk an eyebrow up at him.

“You’re taking bunny to school?” you ask. He looked at you as if you just asked the STUPIDEST question in the world.

“Daddy he has to go with me. If you can’t come, who else would be my friend,” he pouts, searching under his blankets for his favorite stuffed toy. You smile at your little boy. Who suddenly… didn’t feel so little anymore. Your heart ached at the thought. 

“You’ll make lots of new friends,” you say. “You’re charming, just like daddy,” you say with a little smirk and an eyebrow lift. “Who could say no to you?”

“I still need bunny to make me feel safe daddy… please help me find him,” Sian says, ignoring everything you had just said.

“Okay okay,” you give in, “I think mommy washed him, he should be in the dryer.” Sian turned to you in horror.

“OH NO!” he yelled, “the dryer is dangerous for a bunny!” He tells you with wide eyes, before running out of the room.

“D-don’t blame me! Mommy did it!”

~ end of flashbacks ~

You bring the bunny to your heart as you just got a wave of memories of Sian’s past. You wondered how he’s surviving without his bunny right now. Usually he can’t sleep without it. How did he get through the other nights without him? Better yet, without you?

Yn would usually call you at night to talk to Sian before he slept, maybe that helps. But without his bunny??

Maybe you’re going to have to visit them. You know, just to drop the bunny off. 

Thinking about seeing them in person and even getting to hug them makes you happy, but you know it isn’t right. 

You’re on a break for a reason, you want to give them some space. It’s for the best. 

Anyways, you take his bunny to your room, putting him on your night stand.

Right next to the little box that held your future with Yn.

And your debt to Yoongi hyung.

young one

♛ part twenty-two: bunny ♛

pairings: photographer, dad!jungkook x hostess, mom!reader

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Ichihime Week | Day 3: Family

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The Kurosaki family always had little trips prepared for this or that occasion: the end of school, someone’s birthday… And of course, Masaki’s death anniversary. When the children were young, it was a thrilling idea, a way to discover a new place and imagine an exciting story. When the children grew, the mere thought of going away was disturbing, annoying. The meaning of moving to a place with the family got lost in cries of boredom and arguments, but Isshin never gave up.

Yuzu and Karin were still there, in his house, and officially speaking, still “had” to obey his commands, canceling plans they might have with their friends. One day, one of the twins had muttered the word “dictatorship”, and he had cried, whimpering at how ungrateful his daughters were to him. They still came, frowning a little bit, but a smile never too far behind.

Ichigo had been too busy to go on a family trip. First, with the Dojo: who knew a place that was not so visited could be lively at the exact time his presence was required to have fun? The kids and teenagers were far too inclined in asking him to show them moves for him to refuse. A paycheck was a paycheck. Second, Orihime herself was atrociously busy. Being the main confectioner, she oversaw most of the confection of chocolate delights in the bakery. Giving orders was a full-time job, and even if her love for her work brought her happiness, she was as exhausted as her husband.

The third was Kazui. Or mostly, the presence and necessity to oversee a young child, the infant going to a nanny when his parents could not attend to his needs. Moody because of his teething, Kazui was a small little ball of smile, and the next minute, a crying angry puddle of anger. As peaceful and adorable as he could be, he was still so young, so dependable of his parents that taking him anywhere outside of the environments he knew was a big no-no.

“Ichigo, can you please go and get him?” Orihime mumbled, one hand raised to her husband’s shoulder, pushing him slightly to make him understand with subtility that she would not move a muscle herself.

Ichigo, eyes half open and short hair sticking out in a comical manner, groaned a response stuck between a ‘yes’ and ‘you’re next’ before getting up tiredly to retrieve his crying son.

Somehow, and after a good year of no traveling in family, Orihime had suggested a family day here, in their house. To catch up, to brag about how Kazui was able to carry his head by himself and how close he was to sit steadily. Yuzu and Karin could see their brother and nephew, and Isshin could discuss with his daughter-in-law. Strangely enough, the idea was immediately accepted when it was Orihime that talked it out. And so now, the two young parents would prepare their small home for the rest.

Ichigo came back into the room, Kazui sniffling in his arms, little hands gripping his father’s shirt. The man was shushing him, rocking the boy slowly and repeating everything was alright.

“You’re hurting? I’m sorry baby… It should stop soon… Didn’t the doc say it lasted like, 8 days for a crisis? It’s been 6 days…” Ichigo asked, finger going to his son’s mouth so he could massage his gums, anything for the pain to be lessened.

“Maybe he’s hungry too… Here, give him to me.” Orihime answered, sitting up against the bed and opening her arms. Ichigo carefully placed the infant in her embrace, giving him a light peck on the forehead. Kazui shuffled a little but smiled when he saw his mother.

Orihime made some funny gurgles, talking to her boy with a high voice, trying to get him in a better mood until he got something to eat. Ichigo watched the scene with a smile and stretched his back, sighing.

“Should get things ready before the horde arrives.” Ichigo joked, walking to the bathroom near their room to get some water on his face. That should help wake him up.

He heard the funny noise die down as Orihime breastfed their son. Ichigo didn’t need to be next to them to know she was smiling down at him tenderly, and Kazui was certainly looking up at her with the same brown eyes filled with amazement. At least they were in calm waters for now…

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By the time it was 9:30, Kazui was set to stay in the living room and play with Ichigo in his cute outfit. Orihime and Ichigo themselves were ready, preparing their small house for the arrival of his family, but nothing too fancy. In Ichigo’s opinion, they didn’t need to have balloons floating around, or a cake ready when it was still morning.

“And right at this moment, that giant ice cream cone yelled at me to run far from the bean paste, but I just couldn’t! How can you choose between two of your favorite things?” Orihime asked, hands on her hips, eyes wide as saucers, clearly expecting an answer from her husband, who definitely knew she had to stop eating sweets before going to sleep.

“Um… Yeah, but that bean paste was clearly trying to eat you… So I’d say, you listen to ice cream.” It was silly to answer her about her own very silly dreams while holding Kazui up so he could experiment walking. But that kind of silly was always welcomed.

Orihime shook her head with a pout, but was interrupted by the sound of someone pressing the doorbell. She got up from her seat, fixing her dress slightly before opening the door with a big smile.

“Yuzu! Karin! Hi!” She hugged them both preciously, the twins greeting her in response. Stepping back, she looked around to see Isshin wasn’t behind them, and frowned, worried.

“Don’t worry about dad, he’ll arrive quickly. We were just ahead so he could work on another file before coming.” Karin explained, waving a hand as her sister cooed at the interesting picture of Ichigo holding Kazui by his hands, the little boy not knowing what to do with the two jelly legs he possessed.

“Ichi! Aw, let me get a picture!”

“Yuzu stop! No! Not a picture come on!”

Karin placed a bag near the door, observing with a satisfied smile her brother being taken advantage of, unable to escape or fight the will of his own sister and his wife.

“Are… No, I can’t hold him… I’ll drop him!”

“No, you won’t. Come on, he’s your nephew, you gotta hold him once in your life.”

Karin frowned, Yuzu prepared her phone for yet another picture and Orihime held up Kazui to Karin, reassuring her that he wouldn’t end up on the floor. The baby seemed to not mind, appreciating any hands that carried him, knowing none would harm him. Ichigo was like an eagle, not even blinking while he stared at his sister, the black-haired girl grumbling a little at how she was forced. But really, she wasn’t.

“Is… Like that, okay? Is that good?” She asked, infant stuck in her arms, and Orihime nodded.

“Yes, just like that. See? It wasn’t too complicated.”

“Yeah… But I didn’t expect him to be so… Heavy? No, not heavy… But he’s not as light as I thought he’d be.”

“He’s growing. Of course he’ll be heavier than at his birth.” Ichigo remarked, snickering at the grimace Karin sent him.

Orihime smiled brightly at the two bickering siblings. Ichigo used to not joke around with his sisters, too busy mopping his anger and pain in his corner, but now, he was having a great time annoying the twins. She guessed it was something older brothers did.

Isshin opened the door loudly, singing about finally seeing his grandson and daughter-in-law again after so long, the ridiculous amount of baby gifts in his hands falling on the floor as he walked in. Now, as to why Isshin, out of all people, had a key to their house, Ichigo was not willing to say. He had chosen Yuzu to have it first, but she had lost it for a good day, and the panic it brought was a cold shower to everyone, to the point Karin mentioned Isshin as the best key keeper out of the three of them.

Which, of course, was true. Since he was an adult and all. But he was still Isshin. Loud, impulsive and horribly annoying Isshin.

“How is he?? Aw, look at him in his cute little clothes! Oh yes, you look just like your dada when he was your age Kazui! Although, thank God you have your mama’s smile!” He cooed at the baby, who of course didn’t understand a single word, but the mere expression and intonation pulled his smile up, showing just a few teeth. Isshin gasped and tickled the baby’s tummy. “Oh, yes, you already have such cute little gums!”

Orihime laughed at the voice Isshin always took whenever Kazui was around, and freed him from the many plushies he had gathered in his arms.

“Oh, thank you, Orihime. So, is everything doing alright for you three?” He questioned, straightening up and looking at the woman. Of course, as a doctor, he’d ask this question with real interest.

“Yes, we’re all fine. Kazui is still having a bit of a crisis from time to time, but we manage to handle it well. And Ichigo is getting better and better at handling Kazui.” She smiled, whispering the last part in a conspiratorial tone. Her husband heard her, and with a blush, frowned in her general direction.

Isshin grinned at the exchange, but didn’t tease his son further. It was strange how one day he was grumpy, and the next, he and Orihime walked into his house to tell him they were dating. From that moment, his son was like a stranger: offering help to do this or that house chores, hesitantly discussing with his family, feeling happy and calm around them… And now that he was a father, he hardly ever yelled at Isshin anymore. Of course, he was still mad at him for being the silly old man he always had been, but Ichigo seemed to be mindful of what his own son was going to grow up to.

By the time Kazui was hungry again, Orihime excused herself as she picked the infant and walked back to her room, giving Isshin the opportunity to talk with Ichigo.

“So… How are you handling all of that?”

Ichigo raised his head from the table, placing another plate on the surface and shrugging his shoulders.

“Well… We’re happy. I think that’s what matters. Orihime and I are working, so it’s a good thing, even if we wish we could be around Kazui more. And Kazui is growing up…” He turned silent after that, the timid smile he had on his face stilling.

Isshin tapped his back lightly.

“You’re doing a good job Ichigo. Although you became a father early, you’re doing your best for him and for your wife. Honestly, you can be proud of yourself.”

The orange-haired man shook his head with amusement, gazing at his goat chinned father.

“I tell myself that. But soon he’ll be able to stand on his own, or even talk… And we’ll have to teach him everything about this crazy world of ours… Things about Shinigamis and Hollows, Arrancars even, so that he doesn’t make the same mistakes I did.”

Isshin looked around the room to his daughters, watching as they discussed on which fluffy plushy was the cutest.

“Your sisters only knew after a good while. But don’t worry about that. Kazui will have a lot of people to teach him, and all these people will keep him safe. Plus… I’m pretty sure he will be safe with the amazing parents he has.”

Ichigo’s eyes opened wide, tenderness and surprise taking the lead in his mixed emotions. Isshin was right : Orihime and he were not alone in this. People from Karakura, the Soul Society and the others stuck between the two would help them keep their child safe. Keep him from being hurt. That simple but truthful knowledge made him gasp for air, relaxed and thankful.

The young man nodded, throat a bit too tight for him to talk in his usual confident tone. Orihime walked back in, Kazui looking sated and in a good mood as his mother placed him in Yuzu’s eager arms.

“You know… I, guess it’s strange for everyone to see me like that… Not yelling at you for goofing around. But Orihime told me she felt that this excitement I almost resented a few years back, this closeness with family members, she thought it was the right way to be wife the family you loved. She wants Kazui to grow up surrounded with love and joy, and I want that too for him.” He scratched the back of his neck, eyes on his sisters then on Orihime. “I still think you’re a silly old man that makes way too much noise. But… I’m happy you’re Kazui’s grandfather, and my father.”

It was Isshin’s turn to have his eyes become the size of tennis balls, tears rushing up. He needed to hold it down, to not explode with joy, to not ruin the moment by hugging his son that had more or less told him he loved him, after so long. So, instead, he ruffled his son’s new short hair.

“It’s my greatest pride to be part of this beautiful family.”

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Aaaaaaand day 3!

More than 2100 words, I like that hehe

I thought about writing Kazui to be taller so he could be asking this or that question or be a cute lil cutie pie, but since I visited a family member who recently had a child, heh, I was more inspired in writing an infant.

Don't hesitate to review this, and see you tomorrow for day 4!

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Oh, What A Ghost!

Ghost! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Vampire! Reader

Summary: Being a pervert gets you punished, not that he minded.

WARNINGS!: Biting, oral (male and female receiving), face riding, fingering, butt stuff, blood, voyeurism, masturbation, orgasm denial, toys, a lot of nsfw content. Sub! Izuku

Category: Smut

Word Count: 5.4k+

A/N: Did I shove as many kinks into this as I could? yeah<3 HAPPY HALLOWEEN! :) 

Just To Clarify:

They’re consenting third years (aka 18+)

There is a heiarchy but Izuku totally tears it down 

This was a fun monster!au I made up :)

It’s Halloween lmao.

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“You’re such a pervert, Izuku~”

“H-HaaaH! (L/N)..! Pl-please-! I’m- mmMM!! I’m s-ssorry-!”

“Is that so?”

To be honest, you never thought this would happen, never thought you’d be given the opportunity to make a move on your crush in such a.. bold and licentious fashion.

He did have it coming, though, considering you caught him red handed.

Ghosts were always so sneaky and aberrant, their ability to walk or float through walls and turn invisible offering a plethora of possibilities for activities, both good and bad. You didn’t expect such an ‘innocent’ and kind boy to partake in such activities that his race was known for, and yet, you weren’t all that surprised when you found out that he lived up to the stereotype.

Then again, most monsters did.

It was mostly inevitable, after all.

Just like how ghosts were perverts, vampires were sadists. And that’s exactly what you were.

Poor little Izuku, he had no idea the true trouble he got himself into, and on such a respected night as well.

Halloween.

October 31st.

The holiday was bigger than any other, the entire island, or at least the participating parts, went all out with decorations every year.

From lights to festivals, everyone went nuts.

It was the day that worshipped the supernatural, after all.

In a world where humans and creatures, previously thought as myths, coexist, humans have always overpopulated the monsters, and so schools built just for them popped up all over the globe. The one you and your dear friend, Midoriya, attended happened to be the most famous one, known for using monsters ability to fight against those who used it for wrong. It truly was thrilling, and it saved those previously in public schools from the bullying that occured all too much.

The school, UA, was like a pot of stew, all kinds of monsters mixing together. Werewolves, witches, wizards, zombies, vampires, ghosts, and so many more. Though, most typically stuck with their own group, but it wasn’t uncommon for people to branch out, just like how you were friends with a ghost and a zombie.

It took society a long time to accept monsters, and some still dont, but who needs them anyway, right?

Besides, to you, monsters were much more fun, especially when vampires and sirens were considered the top of the hierarchy.

Ghosts, ghouls, and zombies were at the bottom, their power not all that great, but vampires and sirens, alongside werewolves, were at the very top, the most well respected and feared monsters.

Though you were looked down on by your fellow vamps by befriending a ghost, you couldn’t care less.

As months flew by, and two school years came and went, you found yourself falling madly in love with the man who captivated you.

If he didnt float and walk through walls sometimes, you wouldve assumed he was a different class from how he held himself, strong, and not weak and defenseless.

You loved it.

But there was always something that made you question him sometimes, how he’d disappear without saying a word, how he’d be flustered around you one day and not the next. It was strange, but you never looked into it.

Little did you know, the dirty little ghost was up to absolutely no good.

His.. habit manifested out of fear, ever since that summer camp that occurred the first year, and he saw how badly wounded you were, he grew protective of you, even if you were miles ahead of him in strength. He’d check up on you somtimes, turning invisible and poking his head in through your dorm room window.

He knew it was wrong, peeking into a girls room- at night.. but.. he couldnt help himself.

He swore he would stop, but he never did.

One day, he happened to catch you.. doing quite a lewd act. He knew in his gut he shouldve floated away, to not be a peeping tom, but his large green eyes were glued to your perfect body, and how your fingers dipped in and out of your wet flesh with a squelch and moan that made his virgin cock twitch in his shorts.

Was it wrong to grab his dick, bucking into his hand as he watched you get off to an audio?

Maybe.. 

No, it definitely was!

But you.. you were so!!

So hot!

He lost count of the amount of times he’s cum on his hand watching you cum on your own, far too many.

But he slipped up today, let a moan escape past his hand and suddenly your ruby red eyes met his own.

He knew you couldnt see him, but he knew that you knew he was there!!

You smirked, showing off your sharp fangs, “Izuku.”

The pure shock he felt from hearing you say his name made him manifest into thin air on accident, collapsing to his knees as ghost costume covered his indecency.

There was a Halloween party tonight, and he dressed up as his race thinking it was funny- but it wasn’t really funny anymore.

And so, that led him to where he was now, willingly beneath your naked body glistening with sweat from the full moons silvery light pouring in through the window as you ground your bare pussy against his sensitive cock.

You pinned his arms above his head, your hungry gaze boring into his soul, he couldnt deny how hot it was, or how true your words were.

He was a pervert.

“Y-yes!” He cried out, tears pricking at his eyes from the embarrassment he felt at being caught, “I’m s-sorry..!”

His breath caught in his throat when you leaned down, your face hovering over his own.

“Mmm.. I don’t know if I can believe you, ‘Zuku.. How can I know you’re really sorry?”

You batted your eyes at him, pouting, such a devious thing to do.

“I-I’ll do a-anything t- haaahh.. nn.. t-to prove it..!”

He was so cute.

“Anything?” You pondered.

“Yes-“

You cut him off with a kiss, and you couldnt help but grin when he moaned against you.

This kiss turned into another, and another, and soon you were finally making out with him. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but eventually you both fell into a rhythm, him whimpering each time you rolled your hips against him.

Swiping a tongue over his quivering bottom lip, he eagerly opened his mouth, just for you to invade his maw, greedily sucking his sweet tongue into your mouth, causing him to give in and buck up against your sopping warmth, giving your clit delicious friction.

“Mm-!”

Pulling away, his mouth chased your own for a second, “H-hah-! (L/N)!”

Pressing a finger to his plump lips, you pushed his head back down against your pillow.

“Say.. you wouldn’t mind if we’re a little late to the party, would you?” You smiled coquettishly down at the squirming boy covered in scars and freckles.

Gulping rather loudly, he shook his head, eyes wide and face burning red, his hormones going wild. How could he say no, when his crush was rubbing her naked self against him and enjoying it?

He would be a fool, a damn fool to say no, he wanted it too much. He wanted you, and he would say just about anything, do anything you wanted, to have you.

“Mm~ Good boy.” The praise went straight to his gut, butterflies forming and going wild inside him, making his hands clammy.

Reaching over, you dug around the drawer of your nightstand, pulling out a pair of red and black leather handcuffs that matched your curtains and rug.

Izuku let out a whine as his wrists were cuffed to the bed, giving in immediately.

“Bad boys don’t get to touch.” You teased, tapping his nose and watching as it wrinkled.

But this just meant you couldn't get his shirt and ghost sheet off, not that you particularly minded. You didn't need him completely naked.

Fulling slipping off him, you watched for a moment as his cock twitched, begging for you to come back to it. 

It made you giggle, and he flushed like a cherry.

Sauntering over to your closet, swaying your hips in a hypnotic way Izuku couldn’t ignore, you dug around, soon finding the glittery box you were looking for and pulling it out, showing it to him with a cheeky grin.

“W-whats in that.. (L/N)..?”

“(Y/N).”

“Huh?”

“Call me (Y/N), love.”

“O-oh…” Biting his lip, he looked conflicted for a split second, clearly inwardly debating if it was okay, before stuttering out your first name, only adding to the joy you felt.

Flipping the light switch off, your red fairy lights hung around the room made it glow crimson, your favorite color, especially on him.

The red glow made the atmosphere that much more romantic and sexy, his eyes reflecting the colors. It was like you were in the red light disctric in a dirt cheap hookup hotel, about to fuck your boyfriend who insisted upon not getting caught. How utterly disgraceful, and yet the thought excited you.

Setting the box down beside him on the bed, you sat at the bottom of the mattress, in front of his sock covered feet, noting how his hips wiggled impatiently and how he looked away with his teeth digging into his bottom lip.

Still so shy despite you rubbing yourself on him earlier.

“Look at me, darling.” You purred, dragging your nails up his leg to catch his attention.

Hesitantly, he turned his head, nervous eyes meeting your own.

It was rare that he saw them so red, the signature sign of a hungry vampire. They were captivating, and he found himself diving into their depths, drowning in you without you even touching him.

Placing your hands on his knees, you spread his legs apart, eliciting a mouse-like squeak from him. 

Even with his pants on, he felt so bare..

His heart jumped to his through when you gripped the hem of his pants and boxers, “Mind if I take these off?”

How polite of you..

He nodded his head, unruly green locks bouncing as he did so, squeezing his eyes shut.

“GAH” He screeched when you suddenly used your vampiric speed to pull them both down quickly and toss them so fast to the other side of the room that they slapped against the wall like a wet fish.

He was stunned, staring blankly at them, about to question it when he was cut off with a guttural groan, your lips suddenly wrapping around the tip of his weeping cock.

“H-hah-! A-ah! (L/-)- I me-an (Y/N-N)—! Wh-! MMMM!! Oh!!”

Despite your own mess covering his member, which definitely delighted you, you could still taste the salty precum dripping out as your tongue licked over his slit, his back arching from the stimulation.

He couldnt help but buck up pathetically with a mewl,  only to have his hips pinned down to the mattress with one of your hands.

“Ah, ah, ah~” You whispered against his tip, piercing eyes cutting into his skin like a poisonous knife as you dared him to fight against your hold.

He gulped, accepting his fate with a shaky breath.

Content with his obedience, you licked along the underside of his cock, savoring his musky flavor.

“Hnn! Hoahh..”

He was so.. vocal.. even with the slightest touch, you’d get a reaction out of him. It was fascinating, and only made you want to see how much more you could pull from him before he lost the ability to speak a coherent sentence.

Slipping his member back into your mouth, you swirl the tip of your tongue around his bulbous, flushed head, reaching up to grab the discarded lube you had left on your bed, 

“MmMm! O-oh..! My G-gosh..! Haa-!”

Squirting some of the clear jell-like liquid on your palm, you wrapped your hand around his shaft, smiling when he jumped, just to start pumping you fist up and down.

“G-GAaAh! Oh, (Y/N).!”

He himself found it hard to not thrash around from the intense pleasure he was feeling at the moment.

He couldnt help the drool slipping from the corner of his mouth as you began to bob your head up and down his member whilst simultaneously twisting your hand up and down his shaft, squeezing in places that made his mind go blank for a second.

He just felt so good!

It was so much different from pleasuring himself!

He had no control over his ecstasy, no control over how fast or how slow you went, and he loved it-!

“HyAAh!” He cried out like a girl when you suddenly deepthroated him, his tip pressing down your throat as you wet mouth squeezed and sucked on him like your favorite lollipop.

His hips fought against your hold as his head flung back, tears pricking at his eyes as you sucked him for all he was worth, his poor, over sensitive cock.

“O-OH! Oh, NnnNGH!! HaaA ! AAaaAh! (Y-Y/N)..!!!”

His handcuffs clinked together as his body began to shake, a warm feeling spreading in his lower stomach as his muscular thighs began to tense.

His orgasm hit him like a freight train, out of nowhere, intense, and electrifyingly cosmic.

His hazy green eyes rolled back, tongue flopping from his mouth as white hot and tangy cum squirted from his dick down your throat.

You greedily sucked it down around him, causing his entire body to jerk and twitch, cries and babbles fleeing past his spit-slick lips, the oversensitivity making his nerves burn in an oh-so good way.

Popping off his softening cock, you crawled back up his body, staring down at his cute, chubby, sleepy face.

You pinched his cheeks, pulling at it, successfully catching his attention and making his darkened eyes focus on you.

“O-oh-!” He stuttered,  face burning impossibly hotter as he watched you seemingly savor his flavor with lidded eyes.

“We’re not done yet, Izuku.” 

Your statement made him freeze like a deer in front of headlights. What else was there to do?

He already came.. oh!

Wait!

“Y-you didn’t.. c-cum..” He bashfully averted his gaze as you nodded, gears turning in his head again as he recovered from his high.

He knew exactly what you wanted.

“You know, you have such a soft and adorable face,”

“Wh-“

“Do you mind if I sit on it?”

Was this your way of asking him to eat you out?!

How bold!

How could you be so bold! 

Despite being nervous, he nodded his head, smiling giddily.

He had watched plenty of videos, had taken a plethora of notes, and even, as weird as it was, practiced on multiple fruits.

He was nearly positive he could please you.

He wanted to.

He needed to, to hear your own sweet moans caused by him.

He wanted that so bad.

Without thinking, he opened his mouth, eyebrows pinching together as he stared pleadingly up at you with his tongue out and ready to please.

He was such a good boy.

Standing up on your knees, you walked forward, your dripping pussy soon hovering over the excited boys mouth.

Lowering yourself, your thighs wrapping around his head, you were immediately met with an eager tongue lapping at your dripping folds.

“Oh~! My, s-someones enthusiaststic-!”

Bracing up urself on your hands and knees. You made sure not to suffocate the poor man as he rapaciously ate you out, sucking your puffy clit into his mouth and giving it much needed attention.

“Haaaah.. Izuku..! You’re such a good boy for me, eating my mm.. pussy like its your dinner!” You gasped, fingers threading through his messy green locks, pulling at them just to feel the vibrations of his moans against your clit.

You bucked against his mouth, riding his tongue and grinding down against his teeth.

“Mm-mmh! Hnmm…” His moans were muffled, wet licks filling the room.

He could feel your juices dripping down his chin as he was willingly smothered with your womanhood, completely trapped under you and beyond happy to obey.

His tongue dragged over your pretty pink labia, prodding at and slipping into your clenching entrance, slurping up your mess.

He could eat you out all day and never get tired, he was sure of it!

And your noises of pleasure were heavenly.. music to his straining ears. And the way you combed through his hair, he somehow felt like this was just as good as cumming, making someone else feel good..

But you suddenly lifted off his face, his tongue still moving for a second before he stared up at you with childish confusion.

His face was red and covered in your liquids, a true mess.

Chucking, you leaned back, wrapping your hand around his cock that sprung to life over the course of his meal, “I want to cum on your cock, Izu.”

Your dirty words made his heart jump and his member twitch in your grasp.

“P-please..” Though he knew he was going to get just that, he couldnt help but beg, it felt like he was supposed to, or that he had to- for himself just as much as for you.

“But first..” you trailed off, finally reaching into the box and pulling out multiple things that made him involuntarily buck impatiently into thin air.

In your hands, you held egg vibrators, a black cock ring, and a red ribbed vibrating dildo.

He gulped audibly once more, and you were positive if he were a werewolf, his tail would be wagging with those hearts in his eyes.

“Do you know what these are?”

He nodded his head. Gaze trained on them as you fiddled with the devices.

“Have you any idea what I’ll be doing with them?”

He shook his head, innocently smiling at you, the cheeky shit. 

“How about I show you?”

With that, you lubed up your finger, diving between his legs, pressing against his clenching hole, circling around it.

“H-haah..” His heart was pounding so hard it felt like he was at a concert as your finger slowly pushed in his tight hole.

“Nngh!” His cheek pressed against the pillow at the weird feeling of someone entering his body in such a way.

You finger thrusted in and out of him slowly, feeling around his warm, gummy walls for a certain button you knew he would enjoy having pushed.

His thighs were splayed wide for you, cock resting on his toned tummy covered by a white sheet.

You could only hope he didnt ruin his costume with how much he was leaking. He certainly had a sloppy dick.

Leaning down, you pressed kisses to his freckled inner thigh, pushing in a second finger and watching in amusement as he slowly got into it, embracing the feeling of being filled with your digits.

It wasnt long before you managed to fit in a third finger, grinning at how his ass practice swallowed them, “God, Izuku.. your ass is so greedy for my fingers, you keep sucking them back in~”

“A-aah! (Y/N)!! D-don’t say such-!! Nnghnn! Lewd th—things!”

“Hmm… I wonder… where is that pesky little spot..”

“W-what-? AH! H-AahAh! NGHH! Oh-oH! F-FaH! FuCk!”

“Bingo.”

You finally located his prostate, giving it no mercy as you aimed your fingers to press against it with each time you pushed and curled them inside him.

But from his thighs tensing beneath your lips and his cock twitching, you knew he was close again, and that was no good.

“A-AAaaAh! I’m!! I’m g-gonna! C-cu- hAh?!”

You pulled your fingers out, wiping the lube onto the sheets below you as he wiggled like a worm on the sidewalk, desperately bucking his hips and begging for you to give him more.

“Oh, I will..” Smirking over at him again, the glint in your eyes made him moan and feel like prey. You, a lioness on the prowl, and him, a mouse with nowhere to hide, completely bare for you, “But not just yet, baby. This is a punishment, after all.”

Though he was embarrassed at first with having his thighs spread so wide open, exposing every intimate part of himself to you, he didnt feel too shy anymore. You didnt judge him at all, in fact, you swallowed him whole. It was mind numbingly pleasant, and he never thought he would ever get to experience this, not even in his dreams.

For it to come true.. and to find out you were a kinky lady.. he was enthralled. 

Leaning up, you captured his lips in a kiss again, giving him time to calm down as you once again molded your lips together in a lustful heat.

He learned quick, his kisses becoming lasting as he met your pace with wet smacks and tongues brushing against eachother. His own passed over your fangs, and you both shivered when a drop of blood entered your mouth.

You inhaled sharply through your nose, eyes practically glowing in the red light of the room as you tasted him. He surely had the best blood you had even tasted before, nothing at all like how ghosts usually taste! They were bland and boring, but him-! He was nectareous and saporous. 

“Fuck, Izu.. you taste so.. magnificent..”

You licked his tongue again, holding onto that single drop of blood for as long as you could, his flavor making you keen with delight.

His lips parted to speak, but he was once again cut off with a lewd moan as you shoved the dildo halfway into his readily awaiting ass.

“GuaAh! W-wait!! It’s..! Too much!” He panted heavily, tears streaming down his cheeks from how good the vibrating phallic shaped object felt inside of him, almost like it was mixing his insides up like a blender.

“Mm, should I? You look like you’re enjoying this, Zuzuku.”

“Mmm..!! H-aAAaA..!”

Pushing further into him, you got the entire toy burried deep in his walls, pulling it back out, fucking him with the plastic object.

His thighs were spread so wide he feared they’re snap off at the hip as he rocked his ass on the toy, vision hazy as continue to cry out.

“HAAAAHH!! AAAH..!”

He screamed when the toy pressed against his button, pounding against it and making his legs turn to mush as he bucked so hard his heavy cock bobbed in thin air, slapping down against his stomach continuously.

Just when his eyes were rolling back again and his jaw was lax, about to cum, you pulled the toy out, “(Y/N)!!”

He sobbed in frustration, desperation building inside him to cum, even going as far as to try and drag you back with his legs.

“You cant cum yet, Izuku! We havent even used all these fun vibrators yet!” You held up the three vibrators with one hand, an all too innocent smile plastered on your face whilst he looked completely wrecked.

“M-mmh! B-but-!”

Not giving him time to talk, you grasped his leaking cock, pumping it a few times, watching as he tried to fuck into the tunnel you created. 

Grabbing the black cock ring, you stretch it on his awaiting member as he whines, knowing full well he cannot cum with such a device on. It would be torturous, but he was being punished after all, even if he had aready cum and his mind was turning to goo, he still remembered that. Of course you would make it so he couldnt cum again.

Taking the vibrators, you taped them around him, one snug just under his slit, and two against his sensitive spots.

Turning them on, his back arched impossibly high off the bed with a wail, involuntarily fucking up into the air from the intense stimulation.

Content, you sat back, pushing the vibrator in again and turning it on. 

You swore he was going crazy as he let out garbled moans, “G-guAAh! F-fucgh!! NAAh! Mm! Yo-ou.! Youguhhh..! MmeaaAAh!”

He was finally incoherent, steams of tears pouring from his eyes nearly consumed by his pupil, trying to fuck himself onto the vibrator and fuck into air.

He was a slobbering mess, body twitching and convulsing like a possessed child, your name spilling from his lips and muddling with other words on a praise.

“You’re so beautiful like this, Izuku… so wrecked and horny.. my little cum baby.. I bet you wanna cum, huh?”

Your hand slipped between your own thighs, slowly rubbing your clit as you got off to the gorgeous view before you.

Sweet and innocent Izuku Midoriya, the nerd of class 3A, your best friend who always helped others before himself, driven mad with pleasure, practically going insane- all by your doing.

It made you feel even more powerful than you already were.

Hearing a wet squelching, his curious gaze traveled to you, moaning heartily once he saw you fucking your pussy with your fingers, all while gazing at him with such a smolder he felt he was going to burn up. Hell, he already was burning up.

He felt hotter than the sun, and so ready to burst at the seams, but he couldnt.

“M-misstress! Pl-ehHAH.!! NHh! RidehuAh! Me..!”

What did he just say?

“Say that again, Izuku,”

“R-rAhIde-!”

“No, no, sweetheart,”

You pulled your fingers from yourself with a wet pop, pressing your hands to his sides and feeling him up under his shirt, gazing into his own once more, “before that.”

“Mmm..! Misss.. tress! H-haH.! Nnhgh..!”

Mistress. Now theres a word you never thought would fill you with joy.

Licking your lips, you decided enough was enough.

Grabbing his cock, you pull the vibrators off of him, immediately hovering yourself over him and sitting down with a hearty hum until he bottom out inside you with a cry of pleasure.

“GuAAAH!! (Y/N)!!! You’re!! So-!! NnnGh!! Mmmh! So tight-! Hahh..!” The vibrator still in his ass mixed up his insides, turning them into a liquid as you began to bounce on him like a trampoline.

He felt so good he didnt know what to do anymore, words he couldn’t comprehend bubbled past his parted lips, an onslaught of tears pouring from his ducts, pins and needles stabbing him everywhere in such a good way as he was overstimulated to the max.

Your walls hugged him like a vice, so warm and cozy, he wanted to be buried inside you all day.!

Inside you.. he was inside you!

You were fucking him so good-!

A smile made its way to his wrecked face, tongue hanging out of his mouth, sweat making his hair stick everywhere, he was connected with you…

He loved it.

And you loved him, that smile on his face warming your heart, but that familiar thirst stung the back of your throat, and your eyes were hyper focused on his neck covered in a blush and freckles.

His own cock was so big you felt like you were being stuffed like a Thanksgiving turkey, but that wasnt enough to take your attention away.

Collapsing against his chest covered in clothing, you buried your nose into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply as the vibrations of his ecstasy rumbled in his chest and sung in your ears.

His scent overwhelmed you, made you delirious as you couldnt help but lick at his neck, nibbling and pulling at the skin.

His head lolled to the side, “bite— h-Huah! aaAH! Nnghhh!! MmMMmmhh! Bi-aAh-te! Me!!”

Bite him..? He was? Okay with it?

Well..

If he said to…

Your fangs sunk into his skin, blood spurting into your mouth and making your hips move inhumanly fast, he was so good..! Your eyes rolled back as you greedily sucked, his moans growing chopped, stuttered and louder.

He was slowly turning translucent beneath you as your fangs sunk into him again, and again, and again, blood flowing down your mouth like a delicious waterfall, savory and sweet, honeydew pine forest.

Blood smeared his skin growing more clear with each second as he lost his grip with reality.

“NgGHH! HAAAAAH!! MISTRuhUuESS! HAA-Ah!!”

The bed began to creak beneath you, your bounces growing more and more powerful as you felt yourself grow closer to sweet release, the blood pulling you higher up the mountain of ecstasy,

Suddenly, there was a loud snap, and a copious amount of thick cum filled your pussy, stuffing you even more to the point your belly had a small bulge from his cum. The feeling made you clamp down on him and cum with your own cries of pleasure mingling with his, fire exploding behind your vision as lighting shot down your body.

The bed suddenly broke beneath your bodies, but you were both too lost in ecstasy to even care, crying out eachothers names.

You collapsed on top of him completely, and it was then you noticed you couldn't see him at all, entirely invisible.

Catching your breath, you stared on in confusion, fleeing up his body but unable to see it.

“I-Izuku??”

No answer.

Had he passed out?

“Izu-?”

You’d feel around for a heart beat if he had one, but he didnt, no undead monster did.

Taking a deep breath, cheeks flushed and skin sweaty, you sat up, Izukus now flaccid cock pulling out with a wet pop, his cum immediately flowing messily down your thighs. 

He mustve had a pretty fucking intense orgasm if the damn cock ring snapped. Who’s ever heard of that happening before? Certainly not you.

Given a minute, you uncuffed his invisible wrists and pulled the vibrator from his ass, turning it off and tossing it to the sheets.

Geeze.. what a mess…

Checking the time from your alarm clock, you were now 34 minutes late for the ghoultastic party being thrown in the school.

Oh well.

If Izuku was a human, you were sure he wouldve died from the blood loss by now, but being undead certainly gave more leeway for fun activities.

Sitting back, you gathered his spare blood on your fingers sucking them into your mouth and savouring his taste. God, you could get used to something this good.

It was like his blood had nicotine in it, you were instantly hooked.

By the time Izuku woke up, he was fully wiped down, dressed, and practically ready to go.

It was clear to him you had cleaned things up, but how long had he been out for?! How embarrassing! He even lost control of his invisibility! Ugh.. you must think he’s a toddler… only kids lose control!!

“You okay?” Your honey sweet voice caught his attention, eyes snapping to the other side of the room where you emerged from the bathroom.

“O-oh! (Y-Y/N).. I.. um.. I’m okay..” He felt so awkward now.. would you pretend nothing happened? Ignore him? Tell everyone he was.. a peeping tom? 

He wanted to believe you were the nicest person out there but he was so terrified of you shunning him, even after such.. licentious activities.

Besides, he wasn’t entirely sure how to act right now, after having s-sex with you. He felt clammy and nervous.

“You look pale,” you chuckled, grasping his cheeks and pulling them so he’d be distracted.

You noticed that look in his eyes, and knew it well. Self doubt. You wouldnt accept that.

“Hahah… well, I am a ghost..“

Your lips pressed against his, for the thousandth ime that night, but he didnt mind.

Sighing out his nose, he relaxed into the innocent kiss with a small smile.

You cupped his face when you pulled away, admiring him.

“Hey.. your eyes are (e/c) again!” And just like that, his face lit up, “Well, I did have a nice dinner.” Your tone was playful, yet he couldnt help but burn with a fresh blush, rubbing at his neck where no doubt a bunch of bite marks laid.

“Quite a delicious one too,”

“(Y/N)!!”

Sitting down on his thighs, you wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders, nuzzling your cheek against his, “How does your ass feel?”

“GAH!” He wrapped his arms around his head, leaning forward as practical steam came from his ears from how embarrassed he suddenly was. What a nice change of scenery.

“Hm?” He was clearly a virgin after all, you wanted to make sure he could walk.

“I-it’s… okay..”

Pecking his warm, freckled cheek, you hopped off him, diving into your closet again and pulling out a basic vampire costume, one you had purchased days before at a costume shop.

Izukus heart leaped in his chest, “You had.. the s-same idea as me?”

You nodded your head, easily slipping the attire on in front of the flushed boy, “I guess we can go as a goofy couple!”

He felt warm, so very, very warm. How you accepted him after catching his perverted act, he had no idea. All he knew was this warmth was something he wouldnt mind getting used to, monsters werent known for being warm, after all.

“Yeah.. that sounds nice.”

Here’s hoping no one spiked the punch.

[joy1579]

self indulgent

I've been sad. so i wrote a thing to make me less sad. maybe it'll make someone else less sad too or at the very least they can laugh at my “cringe” but either way it did make me less sad so goal accomplished.

Mc and jumin organize a bookshelf jumin asks what neko girls are and MC short circuits his brain for a couple of seconds. no smut just fluff

Moving hadn’t taken long. You had opted to donate your furniture to the local homeless shelter since Jumin’s penthouse was furnished with the highest quality furniture you could dream of. Honestly most of your things paled in comparison to the lavish goods Jumin considered tawdry. Still there were a quite a few boxes you had decided to save, filled mostly with sentimental keepsakes and the few odds and ends that catered to your specific tastes. You were practically finished by noon save the three or four boxes that sat in the main room next to the larger than life bookshelves. Certainly there was plenty of room on them. You never where a fan of negative space on bookshelves but if you were being completely honest that had more to do with how many books you needed to fit in such a finite space. Jumins bookshelves had plenty of room with just enough negative space to look perfectly balanced and while you knew Jumin had told you to do whatever you wished this felt intimate. Bookshelves where holy spaces after all, housing books that change hearts and minds alike that shape the soul and … okay so maybe you just really liked books and that made them seem important to you either way this was definitely something you wanted to do with Jumin. When you heard the door rattle with Jumin homecoming you bolt towards it excited to greet him after work.

“Jumin! Welcome home!” you cried bouncing in place as he made his way inside. You smiled as you saw the creases in his brown flatten and the stress slip from shoulders when he saw you. You waited all of 5 seconds for him to close the door giving you both some privacy from the bodyguards stationed outside before you pounced, leaping upon the business man wrapping your arms around his neck. You delighted in the deep honey of his laughter as he caught your waist in kind and kissed the top of your head gently.

“darling. I’m so glad to be home. How was your day? did you get settled?” Jumin asked as you pulled yourself back slightly giving him room to loosen his tie and set aside his coat.

“everything is in its place except um Jumin there is one thing I need if you don’t mind”

“name it and its yours”

“I wanted to share your bookshelves and I was hoping that maybe you could organize the books with me?” you admitted shyly. It had seemed like such a good idea in the beginning he could show you his favorite books, walk you through his favorite plots and tell you his favorite quotes and you could do the same with him. Yet now as you presented the idea to him you worried. What if he was to tired he had worked all day after all, what if he thought you too needy, or your books to childish. what if he didn’t want your books displayed in the living room because they weren’t very pretty, all of his books where gorgeous leather bound tomes or mint condition hardcovers, yours where second hand at best many where decommissioned library books or garage sale rescues, broken in battered and bruised by years of use. It would make sense to have them put away in a back room where they couldn’t tarnish the pristine collection Jumin had on display. Perhaps you where spiraling, working yourself into a nervous frenzy in the span of a few seconds.

“nothing would make me happier love. We can call the chef to start dinner and begin emptying the shelves for rearranging while he works.” You couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face or the giggle that escaped your lips. The surprise on Jumins face was evident if only for a second before it gave way to a warm sort of fondness. “had I known simple redecorating would make you this happy I would have stayed home and done it all with you” he said affectionately running his fingers through your hair.

“it’s not that I just,” you paused face flushing a bit “books are a big deal, ya know? My dad used to tell me that every book you read becomes a part of you and that you can learn more about someone by the books they love than by the words they say so I wanted to share that with you” jumins eyes where so soft and gentle in that moment you felt your breath hitch “I want to know everything about you and, and I want you to know everything about me” suddenly his lips where on yours fervent and full of passion the hand that had been in your hair now on your chin guiding you too him. The kiss was short and when you parted from him he stayed close, just a hairs breath from your face.

Jumin voice was little more than a whisper as he asked “how is it that every day I manage to fall more in love with you?” you couldn’t help but lean forward and kiss him again an all too familiar giddiness bubbling its way through your soul. You loved this man more than life itself and you knew that would never change.

 “so your ‘Encyclopedia of Fairies’ should go next to the Catherynne M Valente series so we can reference it while reading agreed?” you giggled thrilled that his collection of mythological reference books slotted together with your fae fiction so perfectly. Puzzle pieces connecting to create a masterpiece.

“yes I think that’s perfect. I can’t wait to read her interpretation of such ancient mythos. I also have ‘The World Guide to Gnomes, Fairies, Elves and Other Little People’ if you’d like to add it to that shelf” he said grinning like a child at show and tell.

“oh my goodness yes! That’s perfect and your book on Romanian vampires should be near my ‘Dracula’ and ‘vittorio’ that way that shelf over there can be dedicated to the occult, hauntings, and psychic reference books”

“that sound wonderful and takes care of all the written word but we still haven’t found a place for your comics” Jumin informed glancing toward the woefully large stack of manga you had brought.

“not comic Jumin manga and yeah I think we’re out of space though. I um I didn’t think I had that many books. Sorry” you admitted not meeting his eyes. He tilted your head up to look at him.

“there’s no need to apologize it simply means that tomorrow we can go shopping for another shelf and the next day we can organize those. I’m quite curious about ‘la petite cossette’ you said these where Japanese but that is most certainly a French title.”

“oh I actually think you’d like that one a lot it’s about a man who falls in love with a woman in a cursed portrait its actually pretty tragic in the end.”

“How interesting” he mused retrieving it from the pile of books and skimming through it “the art is truly enchanting and you said that manga has its own subculture?”

“yeah from neko girls to shonen action tropes it has its own vocabulary, history and groups of people its really fun”

“neko girls?” Jumin repeated and your eyes widened at his confusion. This was definitely something he of all people should know about! You jumped up and sprinted to the closet you had filled earlier that day with the few cosplay supplies you had. At the time it had taken nearly half your pay check but if Jumin liked them right now the purchase then would be completely justified. You put on your surprise as quickly as possible before rushing back out to greet Jumin who had just made it to the edge of the living room to come find where you had gone. He froze for a second processing what you were now wearing. White cat ears that moved and twitched fairly believably and just as he was able to cope with that your made paws with your hands and tried your best “nya”. For a moment you feared you may have broken him. He didn’t move his face blank, eyes fixed on you. You tried again hoping to spur some sort of reaction from him “nya?” you said turning to the side slightly to show off the other half of your surprise a white tail complete with pink bow and bell at the base where it attached to your skirt. You tilted your head to look up at him through your lashes trying every trick in your arsenal to look as cute as possible but nothing. He was completely frozen. “Jumin? Hello?” now you were getting worried “darling are you okay?” you asked placing the back of your hand on his forehead to feel for a temperature. The second your hand touched him however his face flushed.

“neko girl.” He muttered “that’s neko as in cat” you could see him trying to calm himself. Fiddling with his shirt sleeves and attempting to stay in control. You smiled standing on your tip toes to kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear.

“am I a good little kitten at least?”  you couldn’t contain your giggle as you heard him choke slightly before scooping you up bridal style.

“certainly not, in fact I think you’ve been a very bad little kitten.” He said his voice deeper than normal as he carried you back towards the bedroom.