#you know. normal things to do with a person you've met twice

[scaralvr]

⠀⠀ 💤 GINGERBREAD MAN! yandere!scaramouche x yandere!gn!reader

synopsis: you grow an unhealthy obsession for your dearest darling student council president and unbeknownst to you, he feels a stronger passion for you than him, if possible. ୨ sfw, modern au, high school au, yandere themes, death, blood, violence, stalking, fluff?? angst?? idk tbh HELP ୧

⠀⠀📋 this is based off of melanie martinez's song gingerbread man!!

your heart feels heavy but so, so full of love as you finish off your first victim. your hands are clean, well, physically. all you did was pour toxic chemicals in the pool during his swim practice. nothing too harmful. your eyes are void of any light as a devious smile curls your lips. you remove your latex gloves and put them in your schoolbag with haste as you fled the scene, imagining the looks on the man's teammates as they find huge holes in his limp body at the surface of the pool.

it's his fault for harassing scaramouche. suddenly, your heart rate speedens. not because of the crime you just committed, no, but rather, the thought of your true love. you softly giggle and make your way to class. you're stopped in your tracks when scaramouche rounds a corner and he meets you first thing. you feel yourself fluster as he kindly smiles, "oh, it's just you, (y/n). what are you doing here?" scaramouches queries, carefully snaking his arm around your shoulders and leading you the opposite way.

you could hardly care about class anymore, your darling was walking with you! your heart erratically thumps against your ribcage as you stupidly look at him and unlike before, your eyes are now filled with so much emotion. "i was in the washroom... ah, what were you doing out here?" you ask, attempting to sound normal despite the way your voice trembled here and there. his lithe hand brushes through your hair and you draw a short intake of breath.

scaramouche sighs as he slowly travels his finger through a strand of your hair, twirling it. "but you see, the washroom you're going to is the other way. what were you really doing?" his gaze is sharp and dark, you feel as though you've been cornered. does he know? you're at a loss for words but your worries are calmed by his hand reaching to cup the side of your face. "you were skipping, weren't you?" he teases and you perk up with a fake frown, "are you going to... tell the teacher?"

his laughs are silenced by the way you pitifully pout, your doe eyes looking at his as your hand gently holds onto his arm. is he able to tell you're manipulating him? scaramouche smirks, "oh? i didn't know you were this type of person, (y/n). but don't worry, we'll keep this a secret between the two of us." he winks and your cheeks redden. the next day, you feel so relieved you previously bumped into scaramouche. he was quite the useful alibi during the investigation.

then, you begin to wonder. what was he doing that he met you by chance? he didn't even answer you when you asked the first time...

i need a gingerbread man, the one i'll feed

scaramouche's hands are stained with a familiar crimson red as he runs it beneath water. he looks into the mirror, gaze shifting towards a body slumped over on the toilet of the open stall behind him. scaramouche twists the faucet close with a rusty squeak and turns to the corpse. he crouches down to meet the gaze of the dead man. "think twice before you talk to my darling angel, would you?" scaramouche smiles and laughs. "oh, wait, you're dead. maybe you can do that in your next life," he says, standing back up to take a look at the scene.

he steps forward and gloves his hands before using his thumb to smudge the blood on the wall, drawing a heart. the final touch. as scaramouche exits the washroom, he begins to fantasize about you. you're so lovely. surely, when the time comes that he confesses his undying, passionate love for you, you won't turn away and call him a creep for all he's done, right?

his thoughts are disrupted when he sees you. he decides to stay back a little longer and keeps behind the wall. scaramouche strains his ears and hears you take a few steps before stopping. you laugh for a moment and his pupils visibly shape into hearts at the angelic sound.

that's what happened yesterday and the both of you were able to use that alibi during the investigation of the death of your peers. but it surprises you two, how another murder took place the same time. the authorities are now aware that more than one person is involved. you and scaramouche could only think the same thing. 'that's not right. i'm the only killer!' what happens then? you're equally caught in distress as scaramouche, questioning why there's a murderer in the school besides you.

you take your mind off of it and set a course to find your darling. you made a lunch for him today, how sweet. his favourite dessert, dango, with mixed yakisoba. you woke up early and spent all morning making it for him. you just hope he likes it. as you enter the cafeteria, the first person you see is him out of the other people who hardly matter to you. you smile and make your way to him. scaramouche notices you almost immediately and he coyly grins, "(y/n), how nice to see you. do you need anything?"

you don't answer at first, still astounded by his breath-taking eyes and pretty face. you perk up when you realize you haven't spoken, "oh, ah-" suddenly, scaramouche's friend, childe, leans over the cafeteria table from behind him. "ooh~ looks like scaramouche and (y/n) are flirting!" he teases, and scaramouche throws him a nasty glare. you nervously laugh along and your face heatens up as the students in the cafeteria giggle and whisper.

"i made this for you," you say in a small voice, offering the container of homemade food. the students start to laugh and cheer as scaramouche accepted the gift with a blank expression and red cheeks. you didn't notice the way his hands were clammy as he clutched onto the container. you didn't notice the loud beating of his heart while he gulped. you didn't notice the insane look of adoration in his eyes as you gazed directly into them.

a little later, when everyone calmed down, scaramouche generously allowed you to sit with him and his friends. "(y/n), can you hold this for me for a moment?" he asks, giving you a spoonful of the mixed yakisoba you made for him. you meekly nod and gently take it from his dainty hands. scaramouche's friends watch in a tense silence, their mouths agape and eyes focused on you. he suddenly takes a bite from the spoon and you let out a flustered noise.

"you wouldn't mind feeding me, would you, (y/n)?" scaramouche queries with a sorrow pout and half-lidded eyes. you shake your head, "not at all!" to your content, you continue feeding him the food you cooked, all the while scaramouche's friends were screaming and running in the background.

it's just you and him, that's all that matters.

a gingerbread man, the one i'll eat

you can guess that it isn't long before the two of you get into a relationship and despite your parents' protests about it, you paid no mind and gave all of your love to him. scaramouche may or may not have grown more infatuated than he was before and begins to watch every single move of yours... surely, someone like you, such a sweet angel, would never notice the tiny cameras he installed inside of the gifts he gave you.

scaramouche's breathing is labored as he watches you sleep soundfully in your bed from the camera stuffed inside of your treasured stuffed kitsune you recieved from him the other day. sweat trickles down the side of his face and he dryly swallows. his finger carefully traces the outline of your face on the screen and it stops when he notices something. a glitch. the screen was frozen for who knows how long?

his eye twitches as he realizes someone must have hacked into his precise system. he's quick to get out of his chair and throw on a jacket along with putting on his shoes, rushing out the front door. the strong wind drowns out his mother's calls for him, wondering where he's going at this time of hour. scaramouche clutches his fist and his eyes are blown wide with anger. if you were in danger...

he slams the front door open with barely any effort and he makes his way into the kitchen to grab a long knife. he knows your parents aren't home on this specific day and it worries him even more. scaramouche tightens his grip on the weapon and stomps up the stairs, not caring whether the offender would aim for him. he's the only killer here.

but the moment he pushes the door open to your room, someone wraps their arm around his neck and presses the cold blade of a knife against his abdomen. you gasp when you realize it was none other than your love. you quickly let go and he falls to the ground before whipping around to see who inflicted the attack on him. his brows furrow in confusion, "(y/n)?-" his words are cut short when he feels his palm wetten as he sits on the ground.

you stammer in a panicking state, "k-kunikuzushi! i can explain!" the anxious grin on your lips is surreal as he slowly lifts his hand, the entirety of it covered in red that smelt of disgusting metallic. scaramouche warily looks behind him, where he finds a body bleeding out on the floor. he looks back to you with an unfazed expression, finally realizing that your bloody hands are trembling and tears cascade down your face. you struggle to get any words out of your mouth, just like the time he caught you in the hallway.

is he going to hate you? but it wasn't your fault to begin with! you wanted to explain so bad that it was that stupid guy's fault for forcing scaramouche to give him the answer key for the exam! your heart breaks into pieces at the thought of your darling abandoning you and calling you a monster. you're just trying to show your love this way, will he understand that? you freeze when a smile upcurves his lips and he begins laughing. laughing. scaramouche is hysterical as he stands up to approach you. his laughs fall to a silence as his expressions turns blank.

he carefully took one of your hands off of the knife and brought it against his cheek. scaramouche sighs in content as he leans into the touch of your hand coated in another's blood. "kuni?" you whisper, eyes teary. he removes your hand from his face and licks your finger, his saliva mixing with the redness. "i knew you were the perfect one from the start."

one who's always crazy, never calls me 'baby'

"(y/n), would you like to come shopping with us?" your friend, kokomi, asks with sara trailing behind her. you smile and kindly turn her offer down. "i'm going somewhere with my boyfriend today," you explain and start to put your materials away. sara scoffs, "of course you are. but have fun, alright?" kokomi nods and grins, "stay safe, (y/n). we'll see you tomorrow!" as they leave the classroom, you stand up from your desk and scaramouche enters. the air is filled with a heavy silence as you two lock gazes, as it's only you and him in the room.

scaramouche closes the door behind him and you rush to his arms. "good afternoon, love! i haven't seen you since fourth period, i trust you're doing well?" you happily say, nuzzling your face into his shoulder as you wrap your arms around his torso. scaramouche coos, "i didn't know you were so desperate to see me, my love. i would have come here sooner." he bows his head to inhale the sweet scent of your neck before opening his mouth. your nails dig into his shoulders as you let out a pained noise. his teeth drew blood from your flawless skin and he soaked it with his wet tongue.

tears peek at the corners of your eyes and you whimper. scaramouche simply hushes you, his hands placing itself on your waist while he repeatedly kisses the bite mark. "you know what time it is, my love. please, go get him for me," scaramouche smiles into your skin and you exclaim in that excitement that he finds to be so adorable, "yes, darling!" you pull away and open the storage closet in the corner of the room, your teacher instantly falling out of it. he's helplessly writhing on the floor, tied up with thick ropes and tape covering his mouth.

he looks at you and scaramouche in anger, shouting, though it comes out incoherent. scaramouche presses a kiss to your jawline and whispers in your ear, "what do you want to do? he's blackmailing us, after all." you walk past the man on the floor to grab the sledgehammer from the closet. the teacher's screams become more louder through the tape as you drag the weapon towards scaramouche, a smile on your lips.

that's the one i want.

you rest in scaramouche's embrace, trying to sleep as he plays with your hair, humming against your forehead. he snuck through your window again, you can only hope your parents don't come in at anytime. your blanket keeps the both of you warm, along with the love you two give each other in the dead of night. a kiss is planted against your lips and you open your sleepy eyes. scaramouche's eyes, unlike yours that are empty, are as bright as ever, as he believes you're the only happiness he needs.

your pupils dilate and your heart feels whole as you gaze into his lovely eyes that tell a beautiful story. you softly smile and sit up to get on top of him, your knees on either side of his hips as you lower yourself to press your lips against his. this could be so romantic if the bodies of your parents weren't burning to ashes in the fireplace. scaramouche murmurs in the kiss, "i'll treat you so much better than anyone else ever did, you believe me, right?" you nod and playfully grin, getting back into the bed to snuggle into his arms.

scaramouche hugs you tighter, "good. you only need me."

© scaralvr.

[jayswritings13]

Helluva: No labels, please

Dialogue Prompt: #7 (“Listen, me holding your hand and all of this, doesn’t mean shit.” “Okay…” “…..unless you want it to mean something.”)

Character: Blitzø (Helluva Boss)

Requested by: Anon

Word Count: 506

💗Masterlist | WIP Page

Nights out in Hell often consisted of bar hopping and hook-ups. Usually after once of twice, you were done with that individual, hopping to the next, but lately you've been sleeping with the same person. Multiple times. Like double digits.

"You're making a habit of this, aren't you?"

"I don't think I have been."

"Really? 22 times?"

"And so, what if I am? Besides, I don't see you complaining."

"You're too busy biting and scratching to notice." You grinned, even if a lie. You found yourself comfortable with Blitzø. So what if that's why you kept going back? With life sucking as much as it did, you were allowed to have comforts. Once you started to sometimes miss the nights you didn't spend with Blitzø, you knew that you had a real issue. It was time for that stupid, uncomfortable conversation.

"Oh, please, those sounds weren't complaints and you know it."

Here it goes. You liked spending time with Blitzø, but you would be lying if there wasn't a little part of you that was worried that this would change things between the two of you.

"Listen, me holding your hand and all of this, doesn't mean shit."

"Okay..."

"I mean, unless you want it to mean something?" You said.

"(Y/N), I think that we have a pretty good thing going here, right?" Blitzø said, "Why ruin it with a stupid fucking label."

"Oh, thank god." You muttered.

"You're happy about this rejection?" Blitzø said, "What was with all that 'Unless you want it to mean something' shit?"

"I thought that you wanted a relationship, Blitzø!" You said, suddenly feeling guilty. It didn't take much to see that Blitzø was a bit upset with your relief.

"Why would you think that?"

"You constantly text me throughout the day and visit me at work." You said, "You had me visit you at work, so that you could introduce me to your co-workers."

"I don't see anything wrong with that."

"One of them is your daughter."

"Once again, I do not see you complaining."

"You're infuriating."

"You like it." Blitzø fell silent for moment, "Besides, truthfully, I don't think that I'm really ready for anything more than this. Verosika and I are a good example of that."

"You're normally not this truthful. It's shocking."

Of course, it was easy to see that Blitzø had issues with being vulnerable in relationships. Hooking up with Blitzø multiple times met that you got to know more and more about him with each visit. Even more so, once you and Blitzø started talking outside of these meetups. So, yeah, you got to know Blitzø a little. Well, enough to know that any vulnerable moment or emotion made Blitzø uncomfortable beyond belief.

"Well, I'm also not this drunk around you."

"....yep." You laughed, "That's more like you." You grabbed Blitzø's arm, wrapping it around your shoulders, getting up from the table. "C'mon let's get you out of here before you insult someone and I have to clean up the blood."

"Good call."

[elvisabutler]

pregnancy angst with priscilla reader?

oh anon. you know not what you asked for. but sure why not let's balance out my fluffy vampire pregnancy thing with this. but also i can write multiple variations of this. pregnancy angst, secretly the source of all my power. BUT. tw: babies, pregnancy talk, breastfeeding talk, jealousy, the normal bs that comes from anyone saying priscilla and reader in an ask to me (so character bleed, age difference, daddy kink). brief mention of the consideration of abortion. you blink and you'll miss it.

suddenly we're writing out the same old lie

so consider our options. we have four by the way. one is that you know, you're never pregnant, think you are but you aren't and that's tragic in it's own way. we've already talked about that before. and then we have the one where you hide it until you really can't and your mom is just shaking her head and telling you that you've really got to tell him. and you do and it's- it ends alright.

then there's options three and four. three is you are and you never tell him until he finds out himself, four is that you end up getting pregnant by someone else while on the break.

consider! in option three, we shift the timeline a little because maybe you and austin stay in australia a little longer just in case baz needs to do reshoots and honestly you're not feeling like dealing with the bullshit that comes with trying to get back into the country and covid tests and just- it's better to stay a little longer. so you stay until you leave austin. and you're pregnant but you don't find this out until you're home and this is not happening. you- you don't want to get rid of it because you're selfish and priscilla has lisa marie to remember elvis by, maybe you want a baby to remember austin by. with his blond hair and your eyes and- you keep it but you can't go on the tour. you cannot under any circumstances go on the press tour in person. maybe for an oscar consideration run but a press tour? no. you'll- he'll see your bump and he'll try and get back together with you.

"i wanted kids but nessa and i- we were waiting. i had to get my career going and she wanted to wait until she was 30 to be married. it made sense." "what if we're not together." "my mom and dad divorced, but we made it work. i'll always be there for you and them. but you're never gonna have to worry about that, dove. never leaving remember?"

so you have to get out of your contract and baz helps- he hates it- but he helps because you're a great girl and you're still going to do some press, just via zoom. it's fine. and yes, yes he'll lie for you to austin. everyone will. but you don't go on the press tour, you end up doing interviews via zoom, everything is above the waist and people ask what's wrong and it's always, "had some personal business to take care of. sickness, you know how it is. warner bros were really understanding."

austin has an idea that something is up, your breasts look fuller on camera and so does your face. honestly he thinks of ashley pregnant with jupiter when he sees you glowing. he doesn't call though. he wants to, but he'll let you talk if you want. because he's so aware of how messed up your relationship was to certain degrees.

you text him when you see him at the met dressed in all black with your daughter using your bladder as a trampoline. you shoot him a text. "i know you still have the red ascot, you should wear it next time you wear that." he calls you twice and sends a text. you call him back.

"why aren't you here?" you almost tell him then as your daughter does a somersault and kicks your ribs, causing you to let out a curse and an hissed ow. and then a picture of him and kaia at the met flashes on the screen. "you know how you got sick, daddy? how elvis wore you down? it happened to me too. i got sick. i had to go." it's a lie and yet it's not. you should have called him by his name but- if she never gets to know him. never gets to shriek daddy while launching herself into his arms well at least he'll have been called it once.

consider it's oscar night. consider it's been two months since you've had her, not quite to the day. you don't want to leave her but you've been doing the press for austin and the film- your nomination was a lost cause, baz says and he sounds honestly quite sad about it. for at least a month in outfits that catherine sends and alters for you. and he wins. you all win actually through a stroke of luck and he's still shaking from his own win "couldn't have done this without my little dove." so you grab his hand and squeeze. he stops shaking and can actually speak again.

you find him in the corner of the oscar party- whichever one you go to and everyone's getting a little drunk and he notices you're not but doesn't ask because he's the corner nursing a whiskey and he sees you and looks nearly as rough as you feel because your boobs are rock hard and you know you've probably leaked through another pad and you talk. "you okay, daddy?" not austin. not satnin. not butler. just daddy.

"no, what did i do, little dove? hm? was it the ring? the onesie? you never talked to me. you promised you'd tell me if it got bad, i told you i wouldn't leave you." he meant it. he doesn't leave his people. even with bits of elvis still sticking in his soul the part of him that's austin and always will be values his people so much he'll keep them close forever.

"no. it wasn't that. either of them. it took me a bit to get the onesie but i got it, it was the scare and it was cute. the ring was- something else though, aus, i- were you really going to give me that?" you're massaging at your chest praying it doesn't give you a wet spot and that he doesn't notice. "no, it was probably when my daddy called me cilla twice before realizing it was me when i called him in the hospital. i never have stopped wanting to be your little dove. i just didn't want to be your little birdie too."

and then the argument that isn't really an argument and is just you two almost talking in circles, trying to untangle the web you've weaved.

"why didn't you tell me, i didn't remember saying it." he's huffing because you've been holding that against him and he's missed you so much for what. for a misunderstanding while he was drugged out of his mind? "what happened that made you miss the tour? they wouldn't- you were sick, you said you were sick i thought i did that to you. or that you lied and it was because of me, that you were scared to be around me."

"austin- no. that. i mean it was kind of because of you but it's not that-" and your phone is ringing because your sitter is texting you and austin can see your lock screen and it's a picture of the two of you on a couch on set, legs intertwined and your nose nuzzling his. but your home screen is a baby. a little blond baby girl no more than two months old.

"is that- y/n, are you goddamn kidding me?" he's livid and in that moment he swears every fiber of his being has him turning into elvis throwing a temper tantrum because because his focus narrows to you and the phone. "is she- is my name on the birth certificate?"

"she's not-" "don't even finish that sentence. when did you start lying to me, little dove?" the last bit is a sneer and it's the last time he calls you little dove for a long while.

"about the time i realized that you didn't love me, you loved an idea, butler." it's said in the same sneer because how dare he judge you. your in your early twenties and you never claimed to be perfect. you head out to leave and wave off baz and priscilla and everyone as austin follows you. the cameras are flashing and normally you care so much but right now you just want to get home to lori. he follows you, grabbing at your wrist once you're outside.

"a baby. you hid our baby from me. did you lose my number? i know you didn't- why didn't you call me? you knew-" "did i though? you had lily rose and olivia and kaia and i'm supposed to think, yeah, austin butler who i think is more in love with my priscilla presley wants our baby. yeah. i'm not- fuck- austin i'm almost a decade younger than you. whatever you think i know, i don't. and you know that." "so you were never going-" "i panicked, austin."

the car comes and he follows you in like it's normal and like you're not going to have to do damage control tomorrow. you should kick him out, but you don't. his jaw is tense and he's leaning against the window. "can i see her?"

"you're already in my car, butler. sure."

and he just takes that as the opprotunity to launch into twenty questions. "when did you have her? what did you say to yourself to justify not telling me about her? what's her name? did you-"

you're trying not to cry because your emotions have mostly settled but hearing him spit out questions so angrily reminds you of why you thought it was a good idea to hide this from him in the first place. you remember your labor and how you begged to not have a c-section and you managed to do it but they took her away for a minute because she wasn't crying quite right. "on elvis' birthday. i'm still very angry about that. it none of your business what i said to myself and- loretta. but i honestly call her lori."

the noise that comes from austin sounds like a sob but really just a pained groan. "my- y/n, you- how dare-"

"she's not- she's more priscilla's kid than mine, it didn't matter what i named her. and cilla once thought of naming lisa something with lynn in it but i hate lynn and only think of loretta lynn. but loretta sounded pretty" you whisper trying to head off him getting even angrier.

austin doesn't speak for the next 10 minutes until he grabs your hand. "i'm her father. if nothing else, i'm her father."

"that's the only thing i've ever been sure of." you say back with a squeeze as you both leave the car to go see her. the babysitter looks at you both with wide eyes before just shaking her head. this is none of her business, maybe you will tell her later.

she's crying and it's not because she's hungry or anything else, but when austin takes her from the bassinet attached to her pack and play she instantly calms. and that's what makes you ask him to just- see how you two can make this work before you get any lawyers involved. that you messed up but so did he and- just one shot, butler, please.

he calms down eventually, probably about a few months on when lori is in his arms after burping directly in his face after feeding from your chest. he laughs and holds her close while pointing at you. "learned that from your mommy didn't you, little lori. learned that from the prettiest little dove. rudest, but prettiest."

it makes you stop what you're doing and just stare before you sniffle. "don't call me that if you don't mean it, daddy." daddy because if he means it you'll go right back there right now.

"come here little dove. wouldn't say it again if i didn't."

he meant it. and maybe you cry while lori just plays with your hair happy to be in her father's arms and happy that maybe mommy will be happier too. you find a couple's therapist to go with your own that you finally got after you had an extra set of hands in the form of austin on a very long filming break. maybe you move to cannes. maybe you don't. but you fix things slowly but surely.

[dr4kenlvr]

TOKYO REVENGERS + S/O WITH A SIXTH SENSE

pairing: mikey, chifuyu, baji, draken x gn!reader (separate)

genre: fluff, some angst, swearing

request: Hi° can i ask a headcanons for mikey, chifuyu, baji, and draken with an s/o who has sixth sense, it's omay if you don't want to <33 have a great day okay !!

a/n: thanks for requesting! i haven't written something like this before so i had to do some research, i really hope it's okay <3 comments/feedback are so appreciated !

warnings: this post contains spoilers from the tokyo revengers manga

MIKEY:

remember that one time he felt a little sus over takemitchi being able to predict future trouble for toman? yeah, he'd notice that you have the same sort of deal to you

not necessarily in a bad way, he'd think its pretty cool that you have some sort of sixth sense- he'd kinda talk to everyone about it like it's normal lol

although, we know mikey is extremely stubborn, once he's made the choice to do something he will proceed with it and its hard for anyone- even you- to stop him

however, you once told him about an upcoming fight you felt was going to end bad, but he swiftly disregarded you for it

turns out, someone ended up getting heavily injured by the opposing gang

ever since that mistake, he would tell himself and others to stear clear of things that you deemed dangerous

because by that time, you've ended up being correct more than once

something like this:

"mikey, i don't have a good feeling about this. please don't do anything rash.."

"oh? then consider it cancelled baby! <3"

CHIFUYU:

straight up thinks you're so cool

he'd totally believe if you confessed you felt as if you had some sort of sixth sense

he'd even go: "honestly, you seem so intuitive, yet you're so careful with your actions.. does that make sense..? :0"

whenever you feel as if something is concerning, chifuyu will immediately guide you away from the cause

"nope nope no, let's go baby! yup! we're leaving :D"

there is no way he will allow for you to get into any sort of trouble, not when he's with you

he cherishes you so so much and to have you in danger makes his heart drop out his ass

i think what he'll appreciate most is your empathetic personality, you really pay attention to the closer details in a person and are able to share feelings and emotions with them instantly

it amazes him how you can quickly calm down the rasher members (cough baji keisuke cough)

HONESTLY, chifuyu's probably asked you: "say y/n.. can you teach me how to develop a sixth sense too?

BAJI:

thinks its so badass

has probably told you so much fucking tea about members and finds it HILARIOUS when you tell that you agree/get the same vibe from them

"RIGHT? he's fucking sus to me, im so glad you get the same feeling."

you tell him that just by meeting a person once, you immediately sense a sort of aura from them; baji is shocked when you tell it that it can be negative at times

"some people are asses, and it shows in their everyday normal face. you can never trust anyone too easily"

"this is why you're the coolest. i completely agree with you." he'd tell you

you met kisaki before when he joined toman, and had a conversation with him and hanma together once or twice

that alone was enough for you to warn baji about the pair

"baji.. those two seem weird. i don't know if you feel the sa-"

he'd interrupt you with a wide grin: "no!- that's exactly how i feel y/n! im not surprised that you caught on too."

baji explained what he saw, and his plan to "betray" toman to get insight on valhalla and the pair

after some consolidation, you agreed with his plan. quite frankly, you admired him so much for his bravery and loyalty to his friends

yet, who knew it'd end so tragically?

DRAKEN:

he'd probably be a little confused at first but the most mature about it later on?? does that make sense..

"a sixth sense? like that movie with the little boy?"

"uh.. sure."

he's got the spirit! but, he'd be curious and would like to learn more to further understand you as a person and as his s/o

once you tell him about your ability to do various things a regular person probably wouldn't be able to, he'd begin to comprehend the concept more

would most likely do some research when he's home alone

after that he, like chifuyu, would think you're pretty fucking cool and would take full responsibility of keeping you and himself out of trouble

probably says some shit like: "if y/n doesn't like it, neither do i."

moving onto the night of august 3rd: the festival that everyone including draken and yourself, were excited to attend

however, despite getting dressed and heading out to the event together hand in hand, you couldn't shake this feeling that something horrible was going to happen

you weren't sure exactly what, but something..

draken noticed this, and kissed your held hand, ushering you to relax and enjoy the night

unfortuantely, we all know how the night progressed, moebius attacked toman and draken ended up deeply wounded

in the ambulance with him, you wouldn't stop the tears from falling

'if only i had listened to myself, draken wouldn't have gotten himself hurt.'

as if he subconsciously heard you, the hand you tightly held squeezed yours slightly

it was draken's own way of letting you know that 'im still here, there's absolutely nothing to worry about'.

<3

[eldritch-spouse]

I didn't mean to call him "Gregg"😭😭

But now I'm curious as to what would our Breggy boy do if his mate started pursuing him with the same level of down badness ad he displays

[You mean like a yandere reader?? Woo boy, talk about double trouble. I can give that a try, sure. ]

Breg with a yandere reader

You're in luck! Breg literally will not think twice about your behavior. Given that he's severely misinformed, he'll accept most of what you do to be totally normal for human couples. He certainly believes most of what he does is normal too, after all. If anything, he's just mildly surprised that you'd return his feelings so readily, it might even spark some delusional soulmate beliefs in him;

You're making out on the first date, going for 3rd base? Wow, he's so lucky. You know things about Breg he didn't tell you? Breg is so flattered that you cared enough to know more about him all on your own <3! You're trailing after him in the dead of night? Silly goose, why aren't you walking by his side! Legitimately, Breg thinks you're the exemplary mate and everyone should strive to have a partner like you;

There isn't much in the way between you and Breg, the guy has few friends, no real family, and the closest thing to a "rival" you'll ever have is Fasma, who honestly just wants distance from both your creepy asses. Still, if ever you display possessive or jealous behavior, it'll just make the spreader swoon. You can grip his hand in yours from jealousy at having someone else approach him and Breg will just sigh like an infatuated high-schooler while you crush his bones;

Thinking about kidnapping for some reason? Hah, get real- Breg would pay to live in your home forever. This is the perfect scenario. If your plan all along was to creep him out then you failed thoroughly.

Fasma is severely concerned for you. In fact, he's not sure how to process the situation, and this time it's not because of the whiskey sloshing in his brain.

There he was, fumbling, innocent simpleton, believing Breg was the creepiest monster to ever live. Pitying your poor person for having to deal with an obsessive stalker manically drooling after your every footstep. Fasma had successive morality crises this whole time, debating dropping Breg as a client entirely whenever he was forced to sneak into your living space or listen to another frenzied inappropriate rant courtesy of Breg's hormones.

And now here he is, standing vapidly in your bedroom, staring at a wall of what he can only describe as several messy sketches of Breg's peculiar likeness. Is that… Is that one of his chipped claws? Where did you even get that? Fasma drags a hand down his face, stretching his own plasma in exasperation as he climbs up your drawer to get a better look. More drawings, all eerily attentive to details only someone who has spent a decent amount of time with Breg would notice. Is that a fucking photo?! A fat gloved hand flicks through messily clustered sheets of paper, reeling back once he finds a crude drawing of Breg tied up and exposed. You're uh… Quite the artist. What's more, he's pretty sure that's a toothpick there, the one Breg used the other day when he was with Fasma. He freezes in pure disgust.

God kid, what the fuck is wrong with you?

It's been two days. You've officially met Breg two days ago. But no one would know this much within two short days. You're just like him, just like Breg. Are you even aware that Breg is just as much of a freak as you are? What if you knew all this time? Knew that he and Breg have been inside your home numerous times, that the spreader does gross shit to you constantly, that Fasma has had to slip pills in your drink before? What if you just let this happen because you're obsessed with Breg?

The small monster doesn't know what to do with himself anymore. This is spiraling so far out of control, he didn't ask for any of this mess. He wasn't even supposed to be here for long, just enough to fetch that stupid bracelet Breg accidentally left in your bedroom the other night and won't shut up about. What is his life anymore… Should he mention this to Breg? What if the breeder just gets even more unhinged? You're both massive freaks, maybe it is for the best that you end up together. It sure would be hilarious if Breg became uncomfortable now after having a taste of his own medicine.

Fasma is still processing the sight of your unique "shrine wall" when the sound of a door creaking sends shivers up his spine.

" He's beautiful, isn't he? "

The plasma monster turns around very slowly, clutching his top hat. You're standing in the doorway with a gaze so cold, dark and manic that Fasma sincerely fears for his life. He's never seen a human make that face before.

May the powers that be have mercy on him today…

[sunnyie-eve]

1 | Nevermore

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1626

Warnings: talk of attempted murder

Next: Therapy

For over 200 years, Nevermore Academy, a private school, have welcomed outcasts of all kind, in the town of Jericho, Vermont. As Principal it is my honor to announce that Nevermore has accepted your application to attend this upcoming school year. Can't wait to for you to join our very unique school, Principal Larissa Weems.

"Mother, why wait till now to send me to Nevermore? You've talked about wanting your children to go where you and Father met since we were born?" I ask my mother. 

"Because dear, no other school will take you after what you did to those two last school year. And I wanted to see if you children could work well in a normal school." My mother explains to me calmly. 

"They had it coming." I look out the window. At the moment it was just mother and I on our way to Nevermore while Father stayed with Wednesday and Pugsley at home.

Stepping out of the car I take in the exterior of the school, "Looks just like I pictured it for a school for outcasts." I look over at my mother. 

"You're going to love it here." She gives me a smile. 

"I know if Wednesday was in my place she would find away to escape. She hates the thought or mention of this school." I say as we head inside to meet the principal. 

"But you are not your sister. You are more accepting to some things. Yes, you both share some characteristics being twins but you each are your own person." She tells me as I look around the inside as we walk.

"Morticia, it's a pleasure to see you again. You must be Valentine? I'm guessing it was the day you were born?" Weems asks me as we sit in her office. 

"I was born on Friday the 13th." I tell her, "My Grandmother named me after the origins of Valentine's Day. The Romans' celebrations were violent... The men would strip naked and sacrifice a goat and a dog, then whipped women with the hides of the animals they had just slain." I explain to her and she just stares at me and my mother uncomfortably. 

"The French origin meaning is strength and health. Originally you pronounce her name Val-en-teen, but many insist on pronouncing it like the holiday so we gave in except my mother." My mother adds.

"You've certainly had a very interesting educational journey. Ten schools in five years." Weems looks at me. 

"My sister is at seven. But what can I say... students and teachers don't quite understand my ways at times. My mother says this school is different and will be good for me." I give her a smile. 

"I believe you will fit right in with the rest of the students." She gives me a smile back. 

"And her therapy sessions... The court ordered them." My mother gives me a look so I roll my eyes. "The school has a relationship with a therapist in Jericho. She can meet twice a week. Now, I've assigned you to Ophelia Hall. Let's go meet your roommate, shall we?"

When we get to my dorm I see a girl with long brown hair wearing blackout round sunglasses. "Meet your new roommate is Yoko Tanaka, she's a vampire. Yoko, this is Valentine Addams." Weems introduces us. 

"Hey." She nods her head at me. 

"Hey." I do the same then see her uniform on her bed. "I have to wear that color as well?" I look at it. 

"When we got your application we've special order you a uniform. Yoko, please take Valentine to the registrar's office to pick it up along with her schedule, and give her a tour along the way." Weems tells her so she gets up. "I'll walk you back to your car. Valentine, say goodbye to your mother." Weems smiles.

"I know you'll love Nevermore and find it as life-changing as I did." My mother gives me a smile. 

"I hope it'll be a perfect fit for me. I'm tired of jumping from schools to schools." I give her a smile back. 

"I'm sure it will be, darling." She touches my face. "Now, we can't talk to you the first week so next week we'll give you a call to see how you're doing." She places the crystal ball on my desk. 

"I'll be looking forward to it." I smile and we do a tiny hug before I leave with Yoko.

"Are you anything? Vampire, Werewolf, Gorgon, Siren, Psychic?" Yoko asks me. 

"Psychic but also a tad psychotic at times." I turn my head to look at her. 

"You won't try stake me in my sleep will you?" She raises an eyebrow. 

"Only if you get on my bad side. Kinda the reason why I'm here. Two people last year got on my bad side. Neither of them died though from what I did to them." I chuckle as she shows me around the school. She shows me the clichés of each group and tells me a bit about everyone.

"You must be Yoko's new roommate. She told me she was getting one before school started. I'm Enid Sinclair, a werewolf. And you are?" She puts her hand out. 

"Valentine Addams, a psychotic psychic." I shake her hand as she looks at me with wide eyes. 

"A tad, only if you get in her bad side." Yoko adds. 

"Okay..." Enid smiles tagging along with us as we go pick up my uniform and schedule.

"So Valentine, do you have any social media accounts?" Enid asks me. 

"I do. I'm the only one in my family that does." I say as we sit at a table in the quad. 

"Do you ever wear color?"

"If I do it's only red. My closet is majority black, some white, a little red, and there could be a tiny bit purple. Specifically dark red and dark purple." I tell her as she goes on her phone. 

"Whose your new friend?" A boy in a beanie walks up to the table.

"My new roommate, Valentine." Yoko tells him. 

"Like the holiday. I'm Ajax by the way." He takes a seat. 

"Hello, and yes like the holiday but because of the dark origins." I tell him. 

"You almost killed two people at your last school!" Enid gasps looking at me. 

"The articles are misleading and missing information. They say I was a jealous crazy ex. That's not true and I didn't try choking her to death nor did I drop a brick on his head." I huff making them look at me.

"What did you do?" Ajax asks. 

"Not what they said I did. Now, excuse me. I'm going to my dorm to get things ready for my therapy session tomorrow." I get up leaving the table. 

So far Nevermore didn't seem that bad from what I've seen and taken in. As I was walking a picture caught my attention and I see my mother in the fencing group photo. "I swear you were born with that hair." I shake my head at the photo. 

"Valentine Addams." A boy stands next to me looking at the photo with me. 

"Let me guess, Enid already put me on her blog? She forgot the second D in Addams?" I turn to face him and he looked familiar as he smiles.

"She did. Both. I'm Xavier, Xavier Thorpe." He tells me his name and it rings a bell. 

"That's why you look familiar. My sister saved your life from being cremated with your godmother. I remember telling you that was terrible idea but you insisted."

"I'm surprised you still remember." He chuckles. 

"Why wouldn't I remember you and your intelligent idea?" I chuckle as well, "I'll probably never forget that day because of your hiding place. It brings me joy that I was right." I tell him. 

"Xavier!" A girl calls out his name making us turn to look at her. 

"Girlfriend?" I ask him. 

"Yeah, Bianca. See you around, Valentine." He leaves me so I go to my room to get settled in.

"You didn't say orange was in your color palette." Yoko walks into our room. 

"It goes with Halloween and that's my favorite day of the year." I say typing on my laptop. 

I had a typewriter, just like Wednesday, I used at time because it was a birthday gift to the both of us but I prefer my laptop. Wednesday didn't understand why I would be a slave to technology. One of a few things we didn't have in common. Like mother said we have some similarities but we are each our own person. Wednesday wasn't one for emotions, whether that be showing or caring about others feelings. Me on the other hand is the opposite most of the time. There are times where I will act cold, careless, and heartless to others. We both have sadistic tendencies with a dark personality and take turns on whose the darkest. I personally say she is since there's times where for fun she would try to kill Pugsley growing up.

"So you have to go into town tomorrow for a therapy session. Because you want to or have to?" Yoko asks me. 

"Court order but I've been going to many different therapists since I was ten because of other court orders. Normal people don't tend to agree with how I function as a person. I don't mind going to them because I like to see how long they can last before quitting." I explain to her. 

"You're very odd and out there Valentine." 

She says making me smile, "I take that as a compliment. My sister would too but would prefer it in a ruder way. She's worst than me in some departments."

[lumilasi]

MAJOR update finished for Kas. Decided to leave albinism purely for their baby brother Janus. Like with Sebastian, I'll draw their dragonic forms sometime later.

Bio below:

Age: 29

Nicknames: Kas (Sebastian/Janus) Boss/teach (His pupil Gianna)

Family: Older twin brother Sebastian, baby teenager brother Janus, estranged parents, aunt Amalia Marek

Friends: Shinji Yoma (A Dream eater that runs his favorite cafe) Franziska Belmont (A cat witch who is the manager of a popsinger he's designed outfits for) Taiga, Laurent Delune (friends of his older brother whom he's also on friendly terms with) Alois (Quinn's brother and his closest friend)

Student: Gianna Aquila, an upcoming designer he's mentoring.

Love interest: None (he is aro/ace)

Occupation: Clothes designer for a popular brand in his city/Mirror World in general & mentor for a young upcoming designer

Abilities:

He can transform into a partial or full wyvern, though his form is smaller and skinnier than most. He is very fast in this form though, faster than majority of other wyverns. He can also breathe fire in this form and fly, of course.

He can use his fire element even in human form, due to having more mage heritage in him than Sebastian. (Sebastian has to transform at least partially to access it)

Summoning spells: He can summon any object or person he knows to himself, or summon nature spirits to help him. (Sometimes he does have to bargain with them as he can't really command them directly like his baby brother)

He's a good designer that takes into accordance the needs of different beings/what materials work with what and which purpose/being a good and patient mentor

Personality:

Kaspian is someone very passionate about his craft, and while he's mostly pretty well mannered and polite, he can get really worked up about what he perceives as someone not doing their craft properly (theft, rip-offs, lazy designing just to make money, etc) or someone treating newbies poorly, sometimes to the point his wyvern heritage shines through and his insults and threats get extremely brutal and sassy, something that tends to catch people off-guard given how pleasant he is normally. He definitely has the rumoured "artistic temper"

He has mentored couple other people before his current student, and every student pretty much describes him as "Patient but strict mentor, who seems like the most well-mannered person you've ever met, then suddenly turns around and threatens to strangle you with your own insides if you speak bad enough of his students or brothers." or, to put it shorter, "A character of some sort. A likable, helpful one, but definitely A Character," A sentiment his current student Gia agrees with.

Weaknesses:

His summoning spells aren't as powerful as Janus', so he often has to bargain and argue with the spirits he summons, given he can't just command them automatically.

He has some trauma due to the childhood near-decapitation incident, and tends to not like people touching his neck without warning, sometimes even lashing out reflexively if they do so (surprise hugs are a no-go basically). He has nightmares about it sometimes too leading to bouts of insomnia.

He's not the most durable wyvern, and runs out of stamina in that form pretty fast if engaged in combat. (His speed durability is better) This makes sense though, given he rarely has to do things like this, unlike Sebastian who tends to end up in fights a lot.

Fun Facts

Like Sebastian, he is super protective over his baby brother, even willing to join his twin on heists to help Janus, even if normally he'd roll his eyes at Basti's antics

Sometimes he does wish he was stronger than he is physically, feeling envious of Sebastian who still can deck guys or gals twice his size with ease.

Alois is his best friend, given these two are similar and seem to be on the same wavelength, understanding each other with just a look. They are also both Aro/Ace, another detail they share. (Alois is much less flamboyant and calmer than Kas though/less polite and more blunt)

His personal style is best described as "basics with colorful statement pieces included, often with retro/vintage vibes. Also lotta red"

Gia initially questioned if he was a wyvern in the first place due to his frame and seemingly notable lack of the typical wyvern temper and pride initially, but then saw him beat the shit outta people bullying his baby brother, concluding that yes, he's still a wyvern.

His lighter scales and lighter hair are a result of their father's albinism genes.

His bad eyesight also comes from their father, although Wyverns don't rely on sight as much as humans do, they have very good other senses. Kaspian just prefers using glasses in human form, because it does make his job easier, that requires more specific detailed work, something good eyesight is more useful for.

He does have normal, non-tinted glasses for work, he just enjoys wearing colorful ones. (it is not uncommon in this realm to even have prescription glasses with tinted lenses; many even are magical where you can change the color or make them clear if necessary)

[b000mbayah]

Twice as Yanderes

✻*˸ꕤ*˸*⋆⁰˖✻*˸ꕤ*˸*⋆⁰˖✻*˸ꕤ*˸*⋆⁰˖✻*˸ꕤ*˸*⋆⁰˖✻*˸ꕤ

Nayeon- Loneliness Induction type

•Would make you feel like she's the only person here for you

•She'd do this by one of many options, main ones being…

•spreading perpetual rumours about you

•personally dealing with friends and family..

•will only introduce herself when you're all alone

•when you're most delicate and fragile mentally and are in need of some company, then she'll introduce herself

•speaking of company, she'd invite you to certain things to make your supposive "love" grow

•but will also leave you out and ignore you for certain things to damage you even more

•lies 24/7 too..

•likes you to depend on her as it gives her the power to do basically whatever to you

"It's okay, I'm here now. You don't need to cry when you're alone with me.. you don't need anyone else"

Jeongyeon- obsessive 

•constantly thinking of you and anything about you

•she can't get enough, you're permanently renting out her mind, engraved into her clear memories

•would stalk you to find all the information she possible can

•probably keeps a journal or something for all the information she knows about you

•she thinks it's perfectly normal, you'll never know anyway

•would get concerned when it nears curfew and you're not home… although you're old enough to take care of yourself 

•she doesn't want to monopolize you at all but knowing who you're out with always helps

"Where were you y/n? Tell me, you always tell me, tell me now"

Momo- Training type

•would break your outer-shell to enable you to love her

•would most likely kidnap or force you into the relationship

•constantly giving you orders, demanding certain things out of you, willingly or not

•you have zero human rights around Momo, your only right is to obey her, or so you've been taught

•Constantly watching over you, making sure you're not doing anything she wouldn't approve of

•definitely seemed suspicious from the start as she just can't seem to hold herself together, her desire to break you was too strong.

-some aggressive traits

•Momo would end up brainwashing you

•there would be a punishment system

•alongside a reward system to allow you to redeem yourself

"Hey! Say it back! I. Love. You. It's not that hard…. Good girl, you've earned a treat"

Sana- Clingy

•since the moment she's met you she's been overbearingly clingy with severe PDA

•Would have a make-believe fantasy in her head that you're already married, explaining the name calling and strict mood changes when you flirt with others

•her perception of things have been tweaked slightly

•can become dangerous in certain situations.. extremely dangerous

•although she's a clingy type, she still has the correct elements to be Manipulative type

•Sana would drag you away from others, isolating you in a way 

•you can't object either as she always knows your weak spots

•guess you can call it a hidden talent?

"They cancelled last time, they'll do it again, now come and watch movies with me, sit"

Jihyo- harmless type

•girl couldn't even glare if she tried to

•being mean isn't in her nature

•neither is conducting pain upon others

•She's just too nice, that's her only downfall, her fatal flaw

•obsessive but won't do anything too out of the auditory/ won't do anything insane about it.

•she'll try her hardest but if you alternatively chose someone else then that's your option, she can't change your feelings herself.

•as long as you're happy, that's all she truly cares about

•And who knows, maybe if you and your other half break up, Jihyo could try and be your girlfriend once again

•there's endless possibilities here

"I heard you got a girlfriend, congratulations y/n, I'm happy for you… really, I am"

Mina- Elimination

•wouldn't enjoy the sight of you talking to anyone else

•whether that be a coworker, your ex, your FAMILY AND FRIENDS and especially your current boyfriend/girlfriend

•they'd all have to go, simple as

•but before that, your exs must go first as they've definitely caused you pain at some point or another 

•mina doesn't care how many people she must take out inorder for her to finally step into her rightful place as your girlfriend 

•she'll kill everyone and anyone in order to accomplish her newly found goal for life, the ultimate goal

•somehow never gets caught

•Mina can deal with watching you from afar for now, she has the patience to do so

"That's fifteen, wanna make it sixteen for this month? Another body is the last of my concerns anyway"

Dahyun- Restraint type.

•you'd be stuck from the beginning

•you walked into an unavoidable trap this time

•Dahyun would keep you locked away from society, 'restraining' you from doing anything

•SHE just wants to be with YOU and YOU only, no one else.

•will always be by YOUR side

•has no intentions of doing anything other than that too

•worse than a regular restraint yandere as she will also inflict trauma on you 25/8

•side effects may include blood and scars…?

•don't think of it as anything bad, it will all work out in the end…. Hopefully.. 

"You're not leaving, you're here to stay, stay with me, STAY, STAY GOD DAMN IT!"

Chaeyoung- Dependence type

•she depends on you for everything

•yes everything

•her daily routines, activities and even her life depends on you

•the poor lovestruck girl can't help it either

•if you try and leave, she will beg you not to as she believes there is no other way of living

•will lose the plot without you by her side

•that or she'd go on a huge rampage or something just as illegal/crazy

•is convinced you're her one and only

•She's fallen into your non profitable trap, an unintentional one too.

•she can't just leave, there's no going back now

"What do you mean? You can't just leave me! Please y/n, don't go! I won't be able to live otherwise!"

Tzuyu- obsessive stalker

•she may not necessarily kidnap you nor force you to love her but she will for sure be with you all the time

•She's always with you in person and whenever she can't be physically there… well…  she has cameras...

•they're planted all over your house

•you're being watched at almost every point of the day

•She'd have all sorts of equipment and it's honestly freaky.

•if things go missing, expect Tzuyu to be the main reason

•She's always got everything you lose, it's almost like magic..

•her house must be your lost and found zone

•plays it off when you find something of yours at her house

•either way, she's like a hawk, she somehow always has her eyes on you

"She's out with him again.. interesting.."

[jujujitsu]

Because Virgin!Reiner was on my mind....

Word Count: 5170

Genre: Reiner X Female Insert Reader, Reiner Smut.

Warnings: AoT Spoilers ,NSFW Minors DNI, Unprotected sex, Loss of virginity (M), body worship, blow job, teasing, edging, masturbation, cussing, Female Lead and Instructor. Characters are appropriately aged up for NSFW situations. Do not repost, copy, or duplicate. Sorry for typos. I try. Remember I’m hella dyslexic.

Synopsis: You've been teasing Reiner Braun since you realized he was attracted to you. For months, you've played these games to try make him cave and ask if he could make you his. When he finally does ask to have a moment with you, you learn that he's never taken this step with anyone. So tonight, you were making him yours instead.

Almost half a year passed since the beginning of the 104th training. Reiner Braun found himself in many agonizing personal situations with you over that time frame. He was so driven by his mission and its purpose that his sexual needs were buried. At least, until he met you. He was 19 and the power of his wants and desires overwhelmed him constantly these days. And there wasn't a damn thing he could do to satisfy himself and silence the intrusive thoughts you made spring up in his silly little head.

You picked up on his feelings for you before officially introducing yourselves to one another. His eyes would linger on you far longer than normal. You’d catch him staring randomly and he would quickly look away. You’d catch him blush too. He didn’t know how to approach you and speak his emotions because, well, he was never taught how to do any of that.

But you were known far and wide for your angelic patience and understanding. At least, until you noticed that he started excusing himself frequently after being in your presence too long. Especially after hand-to-hand sessions when you were close to one another. You started to wonder why he didn’t just man up and speak with you so the both of you could lay it all out on the table. You’d gladly give him what he wanted. Especially if it were you he wanted to lay out on the table in the end.

But for Reiner, he was conflicted. He didn’t know how to properly express that you turned him on and that he wanted to take you to bed. He didn’t want to feel this way because his desire for you brought about an uncomfortable cognitive dissonance in his fragile, fucked up mind. You were an Island Devil. Your people were the reason Eldian’s suffered back home. He was supposed to view you as the enemy. Instead, he found himself lusting after you and wanting to seek comfort between your thighs.

He couldn’t look at you for extended periods of time because his eyes traveled across your body and his imagination would take him on a journey he would much rather avoid. His discipline declined the more he was exposed to you, and honestly, that was his fault too because he just had to be near you.

He started to take long showers just to rub one out to the images of you he had in his head. Even in class he found himself stroking his length beneath the table through his clothes. He swore you caught him staring at you with lust blown eyes once, maybe twice. He couldn't help it. Everything about you worked him into a frenzy. He didn’t know how to approach you because the last thing he wanted was for his fellow Warriors to see him weak in the knees for the enemy. For you. So, he kept it to himself and hoped you wouldn’t notice how desperate and pathetic he was. He hoped it would all fade away with time so he could continue with his mission.

But you did notice, and it amused you just as much as it frustrated you. You hoped he would eventually give in and take you for himself, because damn, you were so willing. Your patience was waning, but you wanted him to be the one to approach you. You'd gladly let him lay his head on you breasts to cleanse all his stress.

And there was this twisted little part of you that enjoyed seeing the broad man sweat and scurry away to deal with himself. Something about chipping away at his pride got you off along with the thought of him hastily jerking his cock to fantasies of you. And so, your little games began and the goal was to bring Reiner Braun to his knees.

It began with subtle touches. A little caress across his bicep to boost his ego when you went to reach for something. Subtle touches here and there, all seemingly by accident, but completely done on purpose. You watched him bristle. You watched his eyes grow heavy only for him to refocus and force his disciplined neutrality back on his face. You did this for a few weeks, then you pushed it to the next level. Instead of his arm, back, or something completely innocent, you gave him an accidental touch to his ass when you stood in line at the Mess Hall together one day.

He tensed and flushed brightly as it registered. He looked over his shoulder while you were turned to the side speaking with Connie, searching for some sort of explanation. You watched him carefully out of your peripherals. His mouth gaped for a moment, and you imagined the words he wanted to say were caught in his throat.

The realization that it was probably an accident washed over him. He came to the conclusion that you carelessly bumped into him because you were so caught up in conversation. After all, why would you be into him?

Your subtleties weren’t getting the job done, so you decided to be a little more upfront and obvious. You would stand and lean over the table when you studied together for lecture, letting him have a view of your cleavage. You saw him fixated on you breasts out the corner of your eye as you talked to a blissfully unaware Bertholdt. You even saw him lick his lips and squirm as he filled out. You hoped after the end of your study group that he would finally cave, but he didn’t. He avoided eye contact with you, and he left in a hurry once it was over. Bertholdt found it odd, but you didn’t press the issue despite the concern on his friend’s face. You knew what he was going off to do. Tsk, tsk, another night alone with his cock in his fist.

One day, the 104th had to do chores and you volunteered to scrub the floor, you borrowed a pair of Mina's shorts. Your ass looked amazing in them, and you made sure to get down within Reiner’s view. You watched him through a mirror as he stood up and wiped the sweat from his brow after moving furniture. His gaze went to you, and he did a double take. He just stared as you bent down further and scrubbed the floor with your bristled brush. The way your ass peaked out made him bite his lip and flush. You saw his pants become tight and he didn't try to adjust himself to hide the impressive tent he pitched. He was so hard for you, and you swore you could hear his thoughts.

He wanted to get on his knees and mount you right there. He didn't care who was watching. He'd breed you in front of everyone. But of course, he refrained because he was such a good model soldier. You watched him bite into his knuckle and leave the room. He absolutely did not return.

You noticed when he passed you on the way to the shower that evening that his hungry, needy gaze followed you. You caught him mid snarl before he averted his gaze and shuffled away. All you could do was grin like the devil. Ironic, considering Reiner’s internal conflict that you were completely unaware of. Your efforts had to be maddening to him. Hell, his stubbornness was maddening to you. Maybe you had to be the one to approach him after all.

Everything came to a head when you purposefully backed into him when he was behind you one day. You two were the last in line for food at the Mess Hall. You made it look like an accident as you always did. His hands snapped to your hips to steady you and you pressed your ass into his lower body. He closed his eyes tightly and became unraveled as the damn finally broke. The restraint he maintained all this time dissolved completely in an overwhelming flood of hot, steamy, desire.

"Good catch. Sorry Reiner," you laughed. "I lost balance there. I guess I’m a little famished after today’s training."

His hands had yet to leave your form and you knew your many months’ worth of teasing and coaxing of his arousal finally spilled over.

"You and I need to talk.” he muttered. You noticed his voice dripped with lust. "In private."

"Oh? And what does Mr. Reiner Braun have to say to me?” you ask, leaning further into his warm, sturdy frame.

"Mphmmm, I can't take it anymore...please. Can I have a word with you after dinner, Y/N?"

"I don't see why not." You felt his cock filling out between your cheeks and you slid your hand between the two of you to grasp him outside of his clothes. "Does it have to do with this? My, my, my…you are big."

"Mm, fuck... touch me more," he groaned as he leaned his head back. "Feels so good."

"In the middle of all these people? Reiner...what if we get caught?" You said all this while still moving your hand over his clothed length. “Such a big cock. I bet you’ll wreck me.”

"Let's go. Now. I need...I need to ... " His gripped tightened on your hips and you teased him further after removing your touch by shifting your weight. Your ass rubbed against him, and he pushed himself further into your backside. You felt his member flex within its confines, and you grinned.

"Alright. Dinner can wait. It's obvious that you, on the other hand, cannot."

And so, Reiner and you slipped out the door and found your way to a storage building.

Reiner kept watch and motioned you inside. He followed you and securely latched the door shut. It was chilly in here, but it didn’t matter. The two of you would warm the room up in no time.

He turned around and eyed you up and down and you looked at him expectantly. "You wanted to talk?"

"I didn't come here to talk," he said as he removed his shirt and began undressing himself.

He didn't want to waste time and you respected that, so you removed your clothes down to your bra and panties. He paused with his thumbs on the waistbands of his boxers. You noted the outline of his well-endowed package and it made you thighs clench. Still, the normally confident Reiner Braun seemed so shy and meek all of a sudden.

"Y/N...I need to tell you something before we continue.”

You saunter up to him and spread your fingers across his bare chest, gently grazing his pert nipples as you move up to his broad shoulders. He melts at your touch, practically swaying while you close the gap between your bodies. “And what would that be?”

His eyelids flutter and his large, strong hands find their ways to your hips again. “I’ve never…I’ve never done this before.”

You tilt your head to the side and impishly look up at him. He averts his gaze and blushes with embarrassment. “You mean to tell me that the macho alpha male Reiner Braun hasn’t had the luxury to be with anyone yet?”

“No…I…you would be my first,” he sheepishly replies. “I’ve never even kissed someone.”

And you came alive with that knowledge. You’d own him. You’d be at the forefront of all his thoughts, and you’d make him never forget you. “Well, fortunately for you…I prefer untouched, inexperienced people. Because I can shape them into whatever the hell I want. So let me take you on the ride of your life. I’m going to dominate your senses.”

You firmly take his chin between your thumb and index finger and bring him to you. His brilliant golden eyes widened as you gaze down at his delicious, plump bottom lip. Oh, how you dreamed of sucking and bruising it with a little nibble. He gasped and you swallowed it. You pressed into his surprisingly soft lips and Reiner closed his eyes tightly, surrendering to the moment. He let you lead because he had no idea what to do. You pulled away, only to hover over his mouth to give him a moment to gage whether or not he liked it.

His lips were still parted, and he blinked a few times before making eye contact with you. He must have decided he liked it because he crashed into your mouth after a momentary stillness. He was desperate to taste you and his mouth moved awkwardly, but you were able to gain control and teach him the way you liked to be kissed. He was quick to learn and eager to please. You sucked the shyness from his being and his hands began to explore you to satisfy a much-needed conquest.

Just like his kiss, you had to make him realize how you liked to be touched and you did this by using his own body to properly demonstrate your preferences. He mimicked you and the way your fingertips glided over his skin. He pressed and kneaded firmly into your ass when you showed him how that felt. Slowly, you slipped your tongue between his brilliant teeth, and he became still because he felt that trying to do anything here would ruin your plans.

You mapped out his mouth. You showed him how to deeply kiss and lovingly dance with tongues and it wasn’t long before he caught on and he met you halfway. You praised him for trying and you were patient with him, which caused him to tighten his grasp and grinded into you to express his growing confidence and heightening arousal. You noticed he was holding back being vocal. You could tell he wanted to let it out, but for some reason he refrained, and you wondered if he was still just being shy.

“You know, it’s okay to express yourself,” you cooed next to his ear. “Here, I wonder if you can resist this…”

You pepper soft kisses down and up his jaw and run your fingers through his hair so that he would naturally tilt his head back to follow your touch as you dragged them along his scalp. Down his neck you go, crossing his collar bone while your hands worship his back and arms in tow. The fluidity of your motions caused him to inhale between gritted teeth. He watched you in wonder as you kissed down his sensitive pectorals and he gasped again when the flat of your tongue glided between them. His skin was salty from the day’s training, but you didn’t care. He smelled amazing and tasted just as good. Nothing better than well-seasoned meat for your pleasure.

You kneaded at his chest with one hand and took his nipple into your mouth. He hissed once more through his teeth and his gripped tightened further, almost bruising your hips, but you didn’t care. He could tenderize you because you were certainly going to do it to him. The tip of your tongue circled and played with his sensitive nub. You weren’t just teaching him how to treat your breasts; you were also introducing him to what he could do when he eventually went down on you too. You suckled and pulled color to him and then you applied a little pressure with your teeth to see if he liked a little pain with his pleasure.

You felt his chest vibrate as you drew out low groans and huffs. Of course he’d be a little masochist, but just how far that kink went, well, you just had to find out. He couldn’t hold back his vocal chorus now. It was like music to your ears with his baritone sounds. And to the other side you went while your hands spread across his firm, pronounced ass. Gripping it tightly, even digging in nails to make him hiss.

He seemed to formulate his own ideas for your upper body, and with a hesitant touch, he dragged his fingers up your sides and back down. This time he took your chin in his big hand and you were happy to let him lead you to his lips. He drank you this time, still awkwardly but improving with each movement of his mouth over yours.

“Can I…try that with you now?” he asked after pulling away and stroking your cheek.

And who were you to say no when he asked you so sweetly? “Need to lay down somewhere so you don’t hurt your neck and back.”

“That’s not necessary.”

You tilt your head to the side and suddenly you were hoisted up with his hands dug into your thighs as he held you up with his strong arms. He picked you up like you were nothing. You felt the cool of the metal building on your back while his warm mouth explored your cleavage. He could be sloppy or gentle here without any need to correct him. Whichever way he chose to pleasure you would feel good. His eyes were closed tight as he focused on the sensation and stimulation. He just wanted to please you more than anything and you found it so touching.

His hold was firm while each press of his lips remained soft and wet as he traced each slope and curve of your tits. Then he paused and looked at you with such an embarrassed expression. “I think…I messed up.”

“Oh? I thought you were doing a fine job.”

“I want to touch you too. I can’t do that while I hold you. I just wanted to impress you with my strength.”

You couldn’t help but smile fondly at him and bring your hand up to cup his flushed cheek. “Lucky for you I’m patient.”

“Y-you still want to go through this with me? Even though I’m a dumbass?”

“Precious boy…I’ve been craving your dick well before now. I’ve thought of you often and gotten off to the idea of you fucking me way too many times.”

Reiner’s eyes dilated with that knowledge and his nostrils flared. “I’ve thought of you just as much. I’ve pumped my cock to the fantasies I have of you…ughhh, Y/N. Thank you for being so understanding.”

“Now lay me down somewhere and fulfill those fantasies.”

Finding a comfortable place in a storage unit wasn’t exactly easy. As luck would have it, Reiner found a couple of propped up mattresses incased in some sort of protective coverage. At least you two wouldn’t ruin them, not that either of you cared. You watched him throw the damn thing down on the ground and he turned to you looking satisfied as if he hunted and caught something to show off.

“Good job,” you purred, making your way to him with those heavy eyes locked on his form as if he were prey. He became bashful again, and his prideful stance slipped away. You spread your hands over his chest again because you can’t get enough of those impressive pecks, and he shivered from it as he came undone again. “Now, what were you going to do to me, exactly?”

Your hands traveled back down to his hardness, and you fondled him, drawing a darker blush to his cheeks as he stood there, tense as stone, taking your firm, yet careful caresses with a trembling lip. “You know what? I’m tired of these boxers. Let me see you and all your glory.”

He leaned back slightly while your thumbs hooked into the bands of his boxers and you slid them down slowly, playfully even until his thick, girthy dick sprang free. “Holy shit,” you muttered, eyes widening as you took in the sight of him. “It’s fucking massive and beautiful.”

It was perfection and you wanted perfection to wreck your shit.

“You…you like it?” he asked. It about floored you when he questioned your amazement. He had no idea what he was packing, and it was adorable that he was humble. You wanted to pinch those cute cheeks of his while you took away all his innocence. “I mean, you’ve commented on it twice…maybe three times now.”

You were hypnotized by his cock and how it pulsed with his heartbeat. It was curved too and all you could think about was him ramming into your G-Spot while he fucked you from behind. You bet it would feel amazing if you rode him reverse style, hell even normally too. He’d probably be timid and slow at first, but you knew he had it in him to fuck your brains out of your skull.

“Like it?” you breathed. “I fucking love it. Let me show you just how much.”

You went to your knees, and he tilted his head, giving you this cute little quizzical look. He was clueless and it was almost comical. Surely, he knew about blow jobs. Surely the boys in the barracks talked about them. Or maybe they were all were a bunch of sweet little virgin angels who needed to be taught a lesson in sin. Not that you cared to do it. The one you wanted most of all was right here.

You wrapped your hand around his dick as best you could. His girth was something impressive and you swore you were salivating too much for your own good. You gave him a nice squeeze and he leaned his head back and groaned in response. And the moment your lips touched his hot, sticky tip, he came alive. The flat of your tongue cradled it lovingly, while your lips enveloped it and dragged across his silky sensitivity. Precum oozed onto your lips, and you smeared it across with the tip of his cock. There was truly no better gloss than Reiner Braun’s pre while you were on your knees for him.

You knew he’d be a challenge to take, but it was okay. You loved to win, and deep throating his monster cock was something you just had to do. Maybe not now, but eventually, because he’d be coming back to you for more. You’d make certain of that.

You took more of his massive, twitching length and he was so tense that in your mind you were laughing. Finally, one of his hands threaded through your locks to grasp your head firmly while he melted from your mouth’s attention.

“OH, fuck Y/N, you feel so good! Please keep…keep going.”

He couldn’t help but instinctively thrust and, despite how invasive his tip felt in your throat, you managed to maintain control of your gag reflex. You hollow your cheeks and let the big man fuck your mouth while you fondled his precious virgin jewels. God, they were so big and pretty. You've never seen a set quite like these. He took care of them and managed his hair too. He was a work of art and he didn’t know it, but you were always glad when they came to you all humbled and shy. And Reiner Braun was never known for the latter traits.

He was so proud and always stood tall. He laughed loud and his voice carried. His chest was puffed out and he always showed off his strength, but here he was…a blushing, stuttering mess begging you to continue sucking his dick with such a sweet, helpless whine. He desperately thrust into your mouth, chasing a high he’d never felt before.

But as his stomach flushed red and his balls tightened, you knew this had to come to and end, because you were going to allow Mr. Braun to finish just yet. Not outside your pussy anyway. Your hands fell from his balls and you pushed him out of your mouth. He whimpered in protest but one glance from you made him understand it was time to move on.

His hands slid from your hair and you crawled to the mattress. The moment you were on your back, he was settling down between your knees. He gently pulled down your baby blue panties as if you were this fragile gift from the gods. He looked at you like you looked him. He wasn’t just seeing art though. You were a revelation. A spiritual experience. The Divine Feminine, and he was seeing her in you. A perfect mound of comforting velvety flesh for him to slip into so he could forget his old life and be reborn anew.

“You’re beautiful,” he muttered as he remained fixated on your womanhood.

“So are you,” you tell him as you reach for his hand and beckon him forward.

Now, despite his protest and desire to come earlier, Reiner decided he needed to take his time and appreciate you on a more personal level. He settled between your thighs and you flinched as the heat of his cock hovered over your sex. You kept your gaze on him and suddenly, you felt his thick thumb trace down your slit with such firm tenderness. It was as if he were worshipping you.

You were surprised, because the stroke didn’t feel like it came from inexperienced hands. And you thought for a moment that this was just beginner’s luck. At least, until he did it again, slowly dragging it down top to about midway. His touch became lighter as he went.

You squirmed a bit as he took his time, running that meaty thumb of his down your slit repeatedly. He was slowly pumping his cock. “I’m not going to last long. I’m sorry.”

You grinned at him with flushed cheeks. “S’okay, Reiner, ugh!”

He dipped his thumb into press your clit and truthfully, he missed the first time, but the moment he found it, holy shit! He worked you good with a slow circular motion the likes only a tender lover could do. Your back was arch as you thrust your hips and you felt his hot tip sliding into your folds, collecting your wetness and teasing your lips.

“Ready for me, Y/N?”

“Please…. yes,” you whine as he kept dragging his tip up and down the length of your wet cunt. He brought his hips forward slowly until his head caught your opening from another passing of his teasing preparation game. He was smart to do what he did because he didn’t stop to ask for help or poke around blindly to try and find your entrance. And you also found his delicate advances beautiful.

His brow was knitted together in absolute concentration and he was focused on these new sensations he’d never felt before. Like the feeling of your wet lips as his sensitive tip slid between them. It was so warm, so wet and inviting. And the smell of your arousal was delicious, causing his eyes to become heavy until he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to give himself to you.

You tilted your hips to help him as he eased himself in. Through hazy eyes, you watched his lips part in shock as he realized he was way too big for you. You were so tight, and he glanced to your face as he paused to see your mouth open wide just like him. But your expression was more from the invasive feeling of his girth, not from the fact you were concerned about it fitting. “I’m…I’m gonna make it fit, I swear.”

“J-just, take your time,” you gasp, and he nods frantically in response. You could tell he was trying to figure out what to do as he held himself there. His lack of experience was now obvious once again, so you helped him out by gently fucking yourself on what little thickness he had inside you.

Reiner’s grip tightened on his member and his face flushed bright. This was such a wonderful feeling, even more than your pretty mouth when it was wrapped around his cock. Hell, he wasn’t even in yet, but his cockhead was so sensitive. His balls were starting to hurt too from the prolonged need to cum. But he was patient because here you were, splitting yourself on his dick. He was stunned by the whole situation because he'd never felt this before. And god damn, was it phenomenal.

You worked your way down him until he gathered up the courage to finally move his hips. Soft grunts fell from his lips as each additional inch sank into your form. When he removed his hand from his shaft, you know it was about to be over for you. Reiner trembled the moment he was hilted inside, and he closed his eyes to focus on this snug, immersive hold you had on him because you squeezed him so tightly.

Your breath hitched in your chest when he opened his eyes and met your gaze. Gone was the bashful innocent man who was being so careful because he didn’t want to hurt you. Gone was the inexperienced expression of someone untouched by the sin of flesh. Diving into you changed him and his lust blown eyes were evident that he was about to surpass your expectations.

It was primal and dominant when he let loose. His hips moved with a beautiful fluidity that only a man with a true understanding of his personal kinetic boundaries could demonstrate. Reiner was athletic in build, rivaling the walls, yet he was fluid like water as he fucked you into your own journey of spiritual enlightenment.

Instead of perfection rearranging your guts, you were now on the path to Nirvana. Though secretly, you hoped he’d unbalance you and ride your thighs straight into somebody’s version of hell. All fucking nine of them if possible. You were the feminine version of Dante. And the Inferno was the pit of lust you were falling down because of Reiner Braun’s divine dick. Let him bring you to Paradiso by painting your insides white.

And fuck you in pure savage bliss he eventually did. Sweat formed on his brow as his hips snapped into yours, driving his dick so deep that it slammed up into your G-Spot, causing you to beg him not to stop. And he wouldn’t, even if you had begged him to do the opposite. Your broken cries of his name and all the cascading praises you gave were music to his ears. And so was the wicked pounding of your coupled flesh and love juices, but that was for him to personally salivate over. You, on the other hand, couldn't hear those lovely sounds, because the blood was roaring in your ear drums from the tension in your body. Your coil wound and wound with each power prod of his fat tip.

But there was one sound you heard above your internal struggle. His groans and growls sprinkled with deep baritone huffs were so beautifully spaced and annunciated as he ravaged your flesh. He rutted in you like an animal. Like you were two heathens making love before idols of the old religion to bring about the change of the seasons. You fucked like the lives of your people depended upon it, because the gods wouldn’t honor something done half assed. Not if it was their blessing that was sought.

“Can I…ugh, can I finish in you?” he staggered gasped.

“Yes,” you mutter, locking eyes with him and his face softened as his hips stuttered. He grimaced suddenly as he stalled, and you felt the cosmos explode into your womb as he came. You saw heaven. You saw hell. You saw Valhalla and even places never spoken about before. Your mind was gone and so was his as you weaved yourself in the tapestry of fate by the power of your coupled organism.

What started as a simple game ended up being a journey to another dimension. And for that you were glad Reiner Braun finally caved and gifted you his innocence and virginity. He held himself there, looking down at you in awe and you were gasping for breath while your head continued spinning.

He folded over and braced himself with his hands against the mattress as he hovered over you to stare in your fucked out eyes. “That was…”

“Mind blowing,” you murmured, finishing his sentence for him. He nodded slowly in response.

“Can we…do this again soon?”

“As many times as you want,” you purr. “There’s so much for you to learn.”

[reporterleroux]

The Hybrids Society

Characters: c!hybrids x gn!striderhybrid!reader (/p)

A/N: Yet again suggested by my friend my ideas are on a low rn lmao

UPDATE AFTER WRITING:

I have been made aware that Ranboo is uncomfortable with x readers, I am trying to privately save any to find things that may possibly be uncomfortable for him in the future and avoid them, however I cannot do that with asks. This can be read as a friendship if you please, I personally don't think it's weird for friends to hold hands, but if youre uncomfortable please scroll.

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The hybrids of the SMP always seemed to be pretty innocent, doing their own things, living their own lives. But behind the scenes there was a secret society for them. A society away from normal humans. A society built for them. It simply went by the Hybrids Society, that's all. It was a group for everything, from healing and support, to meetings for when it came to more serious times. When it came to meetings, everyone had to attend, but otherwise it was open for any of them to stroll in and get what they need any time. The main people you would normally see there would be Ranboo, Tubbo, Fundy and Phil, Techno and Foolish would appear from time to time when needed, but otherwise the others were barley seen at all. It was content, quiet enough for them. They had all the support they could need, right where only they could find it. It was only these lot, until you came along.

It was just a normal day for you, strolling around the lowest points of your home on the lava, checking in on all your friends and family, even if they were full Striders and not Human hybrids. That was until 2 people saw you.

"Uh, Phil? That's a person, right?"

Ranboo asked Phil. They were out looking for some Quartz, it would usually be Phil and Techno or Ranboo and Techno, but he was busy today, so the 2 of them went instead. Phil looked awfully confused, so Ranboo pointed in your direction, both seeing you playing with the smaller Striders in the middle of the lava pool.

"Oh yeah mate, it looks so. How are they not burning?"

Phil said. Ranboo just shrugged in confusion. They stood in silence, careful to be aware of their surroundings, watching you trying to figure out how you weren't burning.

"Why don't we go down and talk to them?"

Ranboo suggested. Phil took a moment to look in his inventory for cobble, if they were going to head towards you, they needed enough.

"Got any spare cobble? I think I'm just slightly short of it."

Phil asked Ranboo. You didn't have to ask him twice, as he pulled out all the cobble in his inventory and passed it to Phil. You could tell he was excited to meet you.

It wasn't long until they were at a suitable level and started bridging towards you. About halfway through their bridging, you noticed them, and decided to walk towards them to help them save resources. They somehow didn't notice you, not until you started talking to them.

"Hello."

You simply stated. The bridging blonde was taken by surprise and fell from the shock. If it wasn't for you catching him, he would've fallen into the lava.

"Sorry about that, here, pass me that, I'll help you."

You said as Phil passed you the cobble, and you began to build a bigger platform for them to stand on.

"Thanks... Wh-whats your name?"

The bi coloured boy asked, clearly nervous about meeting you, now that it was happening in person.

"I'm Y/N, how about you guys?"

Ranboo looked at Phil, and Phil looked at Ranboo, both clearly confused on who's answering first.

"I'm Phil, and this is Ranboo."

Phil finally spoke up, pointing at Ranboo as he said his name. He waved in response.

"Nice names! Would you like to stay and chat for a bit? Obviously if you're not busy, it's just nice to talk to someone since noone here speaks English."

You said. The 2 looked at eachother, remembering what they came for.

"We gotta get some Quartz, but you can come with us if you can walk on land?"

Phil asked. You thought about it for a moment. You'd never been on land before. Would you drag them behind their schedule? Striders are infamous for walking slowly on land, is it the same with you?

"Yeah, sure! I'm not sure if I'll slow you down though, I've never walked on land before."

You answered, excitement dying down slightly in the second sentence. Ranboo looked at you in slight disappointment of your excitement dying down.

"Don't worry kid, it's fine. There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

You nodded in responce, and Phil held out his hand to pull you up, as the platform was one block above lava level. You placed your bare feet on the cobble. It was cold, rocky. But nice. It was different, you liked that. Phil started walking back, Ranboo behind him and you behind Ranboo, surprising you as you were walking at the same speed as them.

You were next to Ranboo, the 2 of you walking behind Phil, talking while he looked for Quartz. Ranboo would unconsciously stop talking at times to study you and your hybrid features. You had pale red skin, dark red hair, and wore a raggy shirt and trousers.

"So,"

Ranboo began.

"What other hybrid features do you have?"

You thought for a moment. The issue is you didn't really know. You never went outside the lava, never tried something new before today.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I've never left the lava before today. All I know is that I like mushrooms, it's the only edible vegetation here for me and it's quite nice."

Ranboo let out a slight laugh at your honest opinions, which made you smile. You didn't know what you did or how you did it, but it felt nice.

You were all there for a while, you got to know Ranboo quite well and he got to know you quite well. You got back to the portal, kinda upset that it was time for them to leave. They both looked at you, before looking at eachother, and back at you again.

"Would you like to come with us? Y'know, like live in the overworld with us, meet out friends?"

Your eyes visibly lighted up.

"Yes! I'd love to!"

You called out. Ranboo offered you his hand so he could help you through the portal, which you excitedly took. You all stepped through the purple swirls, and before you knew it, you were somewhere you've never seen before.

It was indoors and decorated like your home, granted, but you cod tell it was different. You felt scared. You gripped Ranboos hand tighter, he looked over to you confused until he realised how scared you looked.

"Hey, it's ok, it's a nice world out there, trust me."

Ranboo told you with a smile. You smiled back but still didn't let go of his hand fully, you just released your grip a bit. It was all fine until you got to the exit of the building. It was pouring down with rain. Phil looked over at Ranboo and handed him a coat. You looked confused.

"He's an enderman hybrid, so he can't go into the rain. Wait, since you're a hybrid from the nether, does that mean you can't go out into rain?"

Phil said. You shrugged before you stuck the back of your hand out into the rain. It only took a single drop for you to pull your hand back in pain. You could see where it landed, it was physically sizzling.

"Ah. In that case, wanna get under with me?"

Ranboo asked, lifting up the coat so you could get under. You edged closer to him, as he released your hand and rested it across your back and looped his hand to hold onto your stomach. You reached up for his hand with one of yours, the other pulling the edge of the coat down. It wasn't overly comfortable, it wasn't the biggest coat, and Ranboo had to bend down to your level due to his height. But it was whatever it took for you both to be safe. The issue is you assumed you were running and didn't know where to go.

"Uh, Phil? I guess we're running, right? I have no clue where were going."

Phil looked at you, before looking at Ranboo and turning back around.

"Don't worry, Ranboo will show you. Now, ready? Let's go!"

Phil said before running into the rain, the 2 of you close behind. Ranboo held you close, making sure you weren't hurt at all. He was used to this by now, but was aware you were new to rain, and wanted to make sure you get back in one piece.

You finally reached where you were heading to, and Ranboo stood at his full height, letting the wet coat fall off both your backs. Phil was aware of why you both didn't touch it and picked it up for you. You followed Ranboo into the place.

"This, Y/N, is what we like to call the Hybrids Society. It's a place open for all hybrids whenever they need it. It's hidden away from the non-hybrids, so please don't tell them about it."

Ranboo said. You nodded when he said not to tell the non-hybrids, as you both approached a corner. You tugged on his jacket to grab his attention.

"I'm not sure about this mind..."

You said nervously. Sure, you were excited to meet hybrids like you, but it was also nerve wracking.

"Don't stress, you'll be fine."

You grabbed Ranboos hand and walked behind him as he walked around the corner. Phil had already walked ahead.

"Hey Fundy, Tubbo, Techno! Were back!"

Ranboo said as he walked in. You hoped his tall figure would hide you since you were considerably shorter than him.

"Hey Ranboo! Why's your hand behind your back?"

Fundy asked, as Tubbo nodded in agreement to his question. Techno was looking through chests for potion ingredients, not paying attention to them. Phil was in the corner smiling, looking for some clothes for you to wear. Ranboo looked at you, as you looked back up at him. He smiled at you softly.

"Remember what I said, it'll be fine."

You slowly poked your head out from behind him, before showing your whole self, waving at them nervously, still holding Ranboos hand.

"This is Y/N. They're a Strider Hybrid and we met them in the Nether earlier."

Ranboo introduced you. Techno perked up at the fact you were found in the Nether and finally looked at you both.

"Hello Y/N! I'm Tubbo, I'm a Goat hybrid!"

Tubbo introduced himself as he waved at you excitedly. You smiled and waved back.

"I'm Fundy, a Fox hybrid. Nice to meet you."

Phil had finished looking for clothes by now and was watching you all. He could see Techno looking at you in curiosity as to your hybrid abilities. He made his way over to him and nudged him.

"Go on then mate, introduce yourself!"

Phil whisper-shouted to Techno.

"Uh, yeah right, sorry. I'm Technoblade, but you can just call me Techno."

He said in a monotone voice before turning back to what he was doing.

"Y/N, here, go put these on, it's probably more comfortable than what you're wearing now."

Phil said as he handed you the clothes he picked out, baggy jeans and a red shirt. You took them before Phil pointed towards where you could go change. You walked off to go change, while the others continued the conversation.

"So, about you guys,"

Fundy began with a smirk on his face. Ranboo instantly cut him off, knowing what he was going to say.

"Were just friends. They were nervous about leaving their long time home, and I don't blame them. We talked alot during the trip so I suppose we got quite close and they started clinging to me for safety? I'm not sure, we'll just see how it goes."

Ranboo said. It was a simple response, with a simple theory, he just didn't know if it was correct.

You later walked out of where you were changing in your new clothes, happy with the selection.

"These are nice, thanks Phil."

You said. Phil simply nodded his head slightly.

"Hungry? There's some mushrooms over there if that's what you fancy. They're overworld ones though, not ones from the Nether."

Ranboo asked. You headed towards where Ranboo pointed and looked at the mushrooms. They were way different to ones you were used to, they were beige or red and white spotted, rather than blue and orange. You looked back over as if to say "Are these safe to eat?" and they all nodded. You simply shrugged before taking one of each and trying them one after the other.

"Mm! These are nice! Different from the usual, granted but it's nice that they are different."

You sealed the approval of the mushrooms.

You hung out at the base of the Society for a bit longer, meeting more hybrids and getting to know others better. It was getting late, and there was just one problem. You didn't have anywhere to sleep. You started getting tired, and they all noticed.

"Hey, we got beds here, want us to stay here tonight and we'll find you somewhere to sleep tomorrow?"

Tubbo asked, praying the others wouldn't mind what he put them up to. All you could do was nod, before you physically went out cold.

"Damn, they are tired, huh. It's been a long day for them I suppose."

Phil said, while Ranboo picked you up before taking you to one of the beds and staying until you felt comfortable.

"Goodnight Y/N. See you tomorrow."

He said before walking out. It was a different life, of course it was, but it was going to be a nicer one for you, with more people to talk to, and a best friend you would trust with your life.

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A/N: a place for them would be nice where they just do stuff yeah

[youandtom2]

Change for the Better

Summary: Without the support from your friend, Tom, your breakup takes a toll on you, so you decide to make some lifestyle changes.

Themes: angst, fluff

w/c: 1.9k

☆MASTERLIST☆

For you, the last couple of months has been quite hectic, unsettled and mostly spent yearning for some peace and comfort. It started off rather hellish: your only flatmate had left on a four-month trip around the world, leaving you to manage the domestics of the house by yourself.

Now that in itself normally would've been fine for you. It suited, given that it granted you control of the space and time to invite your boyfriend without the unease of another lingering presence in the house. But this time it didn't suit. Your relationship met its demise a week after your flatmate left, and like that, you were truly alone. You were left to confide in the rather artificial sympathy of colleagues and friends that weren't quite close enough, nor were they comfortable to see you in a face full of tears. You needed a shoulder to cry on - someone who could be there for you when you called, someone who knew you well enough that they could give you the sympathy you craved, and knew exactly how to do that. For you, no one fulfilled that criteria better than your flatmate, Tom. Alas, unfortunately for you, duty calls. He wasn't around.

The end of your relationship left you debilitated. Friday night. A text. Two words. ‘We’re done’. It was completely unexpected and humiliating because you didn't get a full explanation. Those haunting words imprinted an incessant voice of self-loathing in your head telling you it was because you had gotten too comfortable with yourself; with your habits; letting yourself go and now he didn't like you anymore. If you were to guess, that would be why. You knew yourself.

It was from that point onwards that you decided to change. Lose weight. Eat healthier. Take care of yourself a bit more. Make yourself untouchable. Maybe from then it would result in a better you. A better you he wouldn't and couldn't have.

And that's exactly what you done.

Four months down the line, two and a half stone down in weight, here you are. Curves you didn't know you had have been accentuated, bones that were once buried are slowly resurface and clothes you would only dream of having actually fit. You even grant yourself a modest pat on the back for your efforts and, hell, you'll say it, you are actually proud of yourself for the first time in a long time.

When 5 o'clock ticks by, you pack up your personal belongings from work and begin to make your way home. With deadlines and presentations coming up within the next couple of weeks, work has really been pushing you to your limits. It's hard going, but at least it makes going home twice the pleasure it used to be.

You've grown used to silence greeting you, but you guess that with movie season coming to an end, Tom should be returning within the next couple of weeks. You'll have to start getting used to someone else being at home. No more wondering around in your underwear. Being reckless and leaving your mess untidied won't be acceptable. And talking to yourself won't just be to yourself anymore. But at least you'll have company.

You could've used the company four months ago.

It's about 8 o'clock when you finish cleaning the flat. It was a shambles; dishes yet to washed and put away, the floor in desperate need of a sweep, surfaces matte with dust and you couldn't forget the unforgiving odour. Now there isn't a thing out of place. With the final chore ticked off the list you finally sink yourself onto your sofa with the TV controller in hand and peace on the mind.

And relax.

Only you can't. Living by yourself means that you're subconsciously always on high alert, even when it seems completely irrational to be, so when an unfamiliar noise echoes through the halls of your flat, you stand to attention. Your front door bursts open followed by a cacophony of hustle and bustle but you remain rooted to the spot. Are...are you getting SWATted right now?

"Hello! Anyone home?"

No, you're not being SWATted. It's just Tom.

You swing your head round the door to see the familiar face you've been missing for the last four months, giving no second thoughts to run and welcome him home. Thank god you just cleaned the flat...

"You're back! I wasn't expecting you for another few weeks!" You reach up and swing your arms around his neck while he takes you in his arms, squeezing tighter than you could possibly imagine.

"It's good to be back," he murmurs from behind your shoulder. You uncoil yourselves and you wordlessly begin to heave his luggage in.

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on," he says, his hand perched on your shoulder as his eyes roam your figure for the first time. "Look at you! Holy shit, you look amazing!"

"Oh...thanks." You forgot he hasn't seen you in your newest form. "Just tried out this new diet."

"Seriously, though…holy shit. Harvey must be a lucky boyfriend."

"Oh..." You forgot he doesn't know about your breakup. "Harvey and I...aren't together anymore."

"What?"

"Um...the week after you left. He...broke up with me. Sent me a text...and that was it." What an awful text. There's nothing more debilitating and degrading than having someone break up with you through a text. You had this sickening feeling that the person you once loved couldn't bear to see you just one more time to end things. At least then you would leave with some respect for yourself. But no. With no explanation and no reasoning behind his decision, you were left with nothing but a guilty conscience. All you had to blame was yourself.

"You're kidding," he deadpans, eyes wide. You shake your head, lips pursed with humiliation. "What a fucking arsehole," he spits, silently cursing before sighing. "Come here." He takes you into his arms again, chin resting atop your head as you mould yourself into him. This was what you needed all those months ago; sympathy, comfort, support. Although late is better than never, you suppose. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"You had just left for your press tour, I couldn't burst your bubble like that. Besides I hadn't fully accepted it myself. It took a while, but I got myself back up on my feet again."

"Is this why...is this why you lost weight? Because of him?" To your surprise, his eyebrows knit in a scathing manner which emanates an ounce of disappointment. You shrug your shoulders because you don't have the words. You had never felt shame since your change of lifestyle, but now that Tom had put it into words, that's all you can feel. No one has ever scolded you on such a decision; people always look the other way and assume it's all for better health. No one ever asks why. No one asked you why. People glorify revenge bodies these days. Good for her, they would say. That's what you hoped people would say about you.

"I...um..." you look down to your feet, struggling to find something to say that would at least half excuse yourself. But he's hit the nail on the head and you can't deny him. "I just thought...that maybe I had become...I don't know, too comfortable with myself? He didn't actually say that's why he broke up with me. He never said anything actually...I just thought that I had gotten too fa-"

"Enough." Your wide eyes peer up at him. Your heart almost sinks hearing how stern his voice is and you can feel yourself welling up by the second. Tom is, in all honesty, the one person you wanted to be proud of you. He's your closest friend; of course you're going to care what he thinks and you've only gone and done something he doesn't think too highly of. It's making you doubt all of your progress within that last 4 months, no matter how happy you are with the outcome.

His hands latch onto your arms, squeezing just that little bit tighter now that he can fully encircle them. Something he couldn't do before and he's noticed. The sincerity that laced his words moments ago has disappeared and instead, there's a disconcerting glint to his eyes as he levels with you. He murmurs your name: one word holding sympathy more powerful than the ones you've heard over the last 4 months.

"You are beautiful." Every last syllable is enunciated. Your breath hitches just a little, the threat of tears closing your throat. Nevertheless, he continues. "Always have been, always will. Don't, for one second, doubt that. He broke up with you; that's his mistake, not yours." His eyes begin to search yours as they begin to hide behind the blurring tears, not yet fallen. You didn't think that after this long, you would still be caught up in tears as he talks about your ex. "You have nothing to prove to him, you hear me?" You nod. A single tear escapes and rolls down your cheek, but Tom's there to catch it. While he's there, he so gently curls his finger underneath your chin and directs your face towards him, making sure that his message sinks in.

His next words are reduced to a whisper, caring and lulling you into safety. "You don't deserve to be treated the way he treated you, so don't give him the satisfaction by changing yourself for him. He doesn't deserve you, okay?"

"I know," you say. "I just thought that I could better myself."

"You didn't need to, love," he replies. "You were already perfect." A gentle smile greets his lips as do yours and once again he wraps his arms around you once more to seal the deal. “You are perfect.”

"Thank you."

"Promise me you won't lose any more weight. Don't get me wrong, you look amazing but I just don't want you withering away."

"I promise." You heave a sigh from the depths of Tom's chest, heaving away the sunken feeling and your confidence slowly resurfaces. You both detach and in a moment's distraction, your hand coils around the handle of his luggage, heaving it away. "Right, enough about me. You have four months worth of conversation to catch me up on. I wanna hear everything."

You both spent the remainder of the evening sharing everything that happened in each other's absence. You sit in awe as you listen to Tom telling of his adventures, sharing the laughter you've been so deprived of. Although you can't say the same about the wine you've just cracked open...

The more time you spend in his company, the more you realised how much you've missed him; how much you've missed having someone to fill the loneliness and the silence you would normally reside in on a Friday night. You thought it would take time to getting used to having him around again, but you find that isn't the case at all. In fact, it's like he never went away.

As Tom rambles away, you subconsciously drown him out as you make yourself aware of the moment, appreciating it for what is currently is. The couch that used to have one indentation now has two, the dishes left by the side of the sink have doubled, conversations aren't one sided anymore, and racing for the remote finally has competition. Even something as simple as someone wrapping their arm around you to huddle you closer to them while a movie blares makes you appreciate the 'lingering presence' more than you ever had done before.

You've come to realise that you wouldn't have it any other way.

[imagineimagineimagine]

What Dates With Them Tend To Be Like (Diluc, Ganyu, Jean, Zhongli)

Diluc:

Honestly if you were able to convince this man to date you, you've already put in enough work for him to agree to pretty much any date you had in mind, (so long as it remained a strictly private affair between the two of you of course).

While Diluc definitely gave the impression of being inflexible and anti-social when you first met, once you gained his trust and learning more about him, you found that he was honestly a really nice (but kind of sad and lonely) person

So whether it be candlelit dinners, sparring together, or walks around Dawn Winery, Diluc would honesty be amicable enough to go along with almost any date idea so long as it made you happy

But after listening to his voice lines, I am 100% convinced that this nerd's idea for the perfect date would just be the two of you playing chess together.

For him its a pleasant & private way for the two of you to connect and send some time together; and its one of the few times where he shows both his excitement and his competitive nature.

It eventually reaches the point where even if the two of you are too busy to go on a proper date, you'll always find the time for a quick match or two to tide you over for the time being.

Ganyu:

For someone as busy as Ganyu, any time she actually gets to spend with you is blessing.

That being said however, when even 3 of Ningguang's secretaries can't keep up with her normal workload for long, its pretty common for dates to be interrupted.

Typically dates with Ganyu tend to include things that aren't too time consuming or require too much pre-planning. Long walks along Liyue Harbour, playing with the dogs she's named, eating Liyue's many foods, and napping together are the typical go-tos.

While on the topic of napping, Ganyu has gotten too used to your presence to nap alone comfortably. If you aren't beside her when she closes her eyes, her naps tend not to be as relaxing and enjoyable as they could have been if you there with her.

If Ganyu ever does get the day off, she absolutely adores doing activities geared towards couples since its make her feel normal and like she belongs. The two of you cooking or baking together is definitely an activity I can see her enjoying. Just the two of you spending the day together, making food together, and ending the day with a nice long rest.

Jean:

For Jean, get ready for a lot (and I mean a lot) of office lunch dates.

With Jean being as busy as she is, she rarely has time for herself let alone another person, so the best thing to do would be to meet her on her terms.

Bring in some lunch for the two of you to share and spend 15 minutes with her. Even if you don't have anything to talk about, just being with you for a bit is enough for her. And if she has some extra time to spare, the two of you will have lunch on the roof of the Knight's headquarters every once in a while.

On Jean's rare days off she pulls out all the stops since this is her chance to make it up to you/thank you for putting up with her. She gets you flowers (don't matter if you're a guy or a girl you're getting flowers), cooks food, gets gifts and makes it as romantic as possible. She has definitely spent some of her break time at work planning the perfect datenight

She'll never admit this, but she has 100% tried to look through her collection of romance novels for date ideas. She thought about asking Lisa, Kaeya or even Barbara for advice but she realized she would never survive the embarrassment or teasing

.Zhongli:

Dates with Zhongli tend to follow the same basic routine. You get food, enjoy what Liyue has to offer, and end the day by hearing some kind of tale. (Naturally you're buying since he never seems to have money)

While the routine sounds like it has the potential to become repetitive very quickly, Liyue offers so many wonders its rare to experience the same things twice

As one of Teyvat's major trading hubs, Liyue always sees the arrival of new food & delicacies from all across the world; and Zhongli always knows exactly which ones are worth trying.

After that is exploring what the town and Liyue have to offer. From the Jade guessing game, to hiking and exploring the wilderness, there always seems to be something new to experience and new places to explore.

Lastly the day ends with a story. Whether it be a tale from Zhongli, one of Liyue's storytellers (with Zhongli sometimes telling you the more accurate version of what happened), or by attending one of the operas Zhongli is fond of (and has preformed in), the dates always end with you learning more about the world that you live in.

[dreamifics]

Love and Monsters

Steve Harrington x Reader!Henderson

Oneshot

Y/N Henderson's life was not like any other normal teenager's life, on a very young age her only friends was her brother, Dustin and his friends.. She was not popular in highschool, but she was not a nobody neither.. Y/N was just invisible, lost in the sea of students.. She was almost through highschool though, one day her life was turned upside down, literally and figuratively.. It's been months since the 'thing' happend, but she was still shaken up.

Y/N was laying in bed, My Generation blasting from her stereo.. She was home alone, her mother was out with some friends, her brother was hanging out with 'King Steve'.. Ever since Steve helped them about Dart, she grew closer to Steve but their short lived friendship ended when Dustin left for camp and Steve worked on their family business while she was stuck preparing herself for college.. Y/N misses Steve, his unfunny jokes and oh god--his laugh..

A loud knock startled her, she shot up from her bed, memories of what happend was flashing back to her.. Despite what she tells her friend, she was not okay.. She almost died twice and that opened up trauma's and issues within herself..

Another loud knock startled her, Y/N shakes her head and just ran to the door.. Reaching their front door, her icy hands made contact with the cold steel knob..

It revealed a disheveled Dustin and Steve, she could tell that there were excitement dripping all over them.. Steve was still wearing his sailor work uniform, he looked cute to Y/N but she once threw that thought in the back of her mind..

"What's up?" She questioned the two.

Dustin just smiled and pushed pass her, while Steve was reluctant to go in.. Steve avoided Y/N for almost the whole summer because of the daunting realization that he was catching feelings for her and that scared him.. Y/N was the kind of girl that likes to watch nerdy movies, spend hours playing games with a bunch of kids and save the world two times.. However, Steve was scared, he was still stuck in the unjustified rules of highschool and popularity. . He still wanted to be 'King Steve', but he also wanted to be Y/N's..

"Nice outfit, sailor boy.." Y/N winked and laughs at Steve, he just shakes his head and went inside their house..

Steve made his way to Dustin's room with Y/N right behind him, but before reaching Dustin's room, he passed Y/N's room.. He unconsciously stopped as he looks around, observing every corner of her room.

There were posters plastered all over her walls, books were all around her room in her bed, shelves and even floors.. In the other side she had a small collection of music that made Steve smile.. Because they had the exact same taste, she is the perfect girl.

"If you want to go in, you're free to wander around my room, anytime.."

Steve turned around to face Y/N, he misses her.. How Y/N sarcastic remarks leave her sweet lips or how she rolls her eyes whenever she see something stupid.

"I might just take you up on that.."

"Hm-mm.. You didn't even talk to me when Dustin left, you broke my heart, Steviee.." She jokes, but it sounded a little bitter.

Y/N did get hurt, Steve stopped talking to her when Dustin left, it seems like Steve didn't really like her as much as she thinks he did. Y/N was bored and got stuck just studying and sometimes hanging out with the party.. It was fun but she was looking forward to hanging out with Steve.

"I'm sorry about that, I didn't want to see my old friends hanging out with someone like yo---" Steve stopped his sentence, he didn't mean that.. His mind was a mess, he said those things because he didn't want Y/N finding out his stupid feelings

"Right..Yeah, I get it.."

"Y/N that's not what I me--"

"Cause King Steve shouldn't be hanging out with people like me?Gotcha.."

Steve didn't even had the time to reply, he was met with Y/N's slamming door.. He didn't mean that.. Steve loved hanging out with Y/N, he want to give her something special.. Steve wanted something more from Y/N.. He knew exactly what and he didn't need a reason why but Steve wanted to give Y/N something more..

Y/N was hurt, she didn't know why but Steve words brought devastation to her.. She felt disappointed and upset, Y/N was expecting something special.. She didn't know what or why but she was expecting something more from Steve.

Y/N was dropping off Dustin to the mall where Steve was working, her lips were in a unsual frown.. Y/N wasn't usally like this, she was having a bad week, Steve just hurt her feelings and she was taking it much harder, it was very unsual.. The two Henderson was making their way to the Scoops Ahoy shop, Dustin was rambling about a message he picked up while contacting his girlfriend.

"Are you listening?" Her brother asked as they reach the store.

"Yepp, you should go in now.."

"Y/N, this could be a good thing!"

"I know..If you need my help, you can find me in the food court.."

"Y/N.."

"Yeah, Dus?"

"Are you okay?"

Y/N's mind went blank, she hated lying to her brother but she didn't want to worry anyone.  She laughs and messed Dustin's hair.

"Of course.. Now go, you know where to find me.." With that she left..

Y/N was not okay, the last time she slept was a month ago.. Nightmares kept crawling back to her, she was growing more paranoid by the day.. She was not okay, but she couldn't tell anyone that.. Everyone else is okay, even Wil who had it more rough than her. And to top that up, she was broken hearted by Steve's rejection of their friendship.. Y/N just massaged the bridge of her nose, when will she be fine?

Dustin and Steve was in the corner of the mall with binoculars in their eyes, Steve saw Y/N.. Sitting alone in the corner, a walkman in her ears and a book in hand.. Y/N was mouthing the word as her eyes read every word on that book and Steve couldn't help but feel all giddy and guilty inside.

"You see anything?" Dustin snapped Steve back to their current task.

"Uh, I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for.'' Steve answered honestly, Y/N distracted him again.

"Evil Russians."

"Yeah, exactly. I don't know what an evil Russian looks like."

"All blond, not smiling."

"Mm-hmm?" Steve's eyes didn't looked for any Russians, his eyes drifted to Y/N spot but she was gone.. Where did she go? He couldn't help but worry, was she talking to someone else?

"Also, look for earpieces, camo, duffel bags, that sort of thing." Dustin added.

"Right, okay, duffel bags." Steve darts his eyes away from Y/N seat but it only fell on a girl he asked out earlier.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me." Steve mutters.

"What?" Dustin questioned.

"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky."

"If you're not gonna focus, just gimme the binoculars."

Dustin got annoyed by his distracted partner, he should have brought his sister along.. But he knew that Y/N was not okay, she seemed distant and lost in her own mind.. Always spacing out and Dustin can hear her cries from his room, it killed him to see her loving and hyper sister transform into a walking corpse.

"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards?"

"I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench." Steve rambled on, annoying Dustin.

"Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?"

The two fought for the binoculars, but they just looked stupid.. Dustin initially gave up and gave the binoculars to Steve.

"I don't get why you're looking at girls. You have the perfect one in front of you."

"Seriously, if you say Robin again..." Steve closes his eyes waiting for Robin's name to come up but it never did.

"No, Y/N.. My sister.."

Steve's heart clenched at the mention of her name, he wants Y/N too.. What can he do? Y/N hates his ass now, he was a jerk and he didn't deserve Y/N.

"No, man, she's not my type." Steve answered while he diverts his eyes away from Dustin.

"I saw you staring at her closed door for about 5 minutes."

Steve eyes grew wide at the realization that Dustin was watching the whole time.. Dustin just shakes his head, if he was asked he'd say that her sister felt the same way..

"She's not even... in the ballpark of what my type is, all right?"

"What's your type again? Not awesome?"

"Thank you."

"Hm."

"For you information, your sister is too sarcastic, she's too nerdy for me.."

"Also, she's too...boyish.."

Beautiful, that's what he wanted to say..

"Dude, that's my sister you're talking about, and besides she's not like that.. She's nerdy but so what? Y/N's also not boyish, she's just secured with her masculinity.."

Dustin's word echoed throughout Steve's system, he already knew that.. But somehow hearing it from another person's perspective made him like you more.

"Y/N's just not my type.." He lied..

Y/N was everything he ever wanted in a girl.

"Thanks for the clarification, Harrington." A voice surprised the two.

Y/N was standing behind them, her arms crossed..  Steve's eyes widen in surprise, did she hear everything? He didn't mean that, what did he mean?

"I didn't mean t--"

"Dustin, if you told me you'll stalk people in malls, I should've brought you to a psychiatrist.." Y/N ignored Steve and just focused on her brother.. Y/N would be lying if she haven't felt more hurt by the words Steve dropped.. She had been listening since the talk about girls came up, Y/N spotted the two doing eccentric things and she decided to eavesdrop.

"No, it's called spying.." Dustin rolled his eyes at her sister remarks while Steve was still frozen..

"What's the difference?" Y/N asked, her eyes still focused on he brother..

"It's just different, okay? Were looking for the--" Dustin stopped and looks around to see if anybody was near..

"Russians?" Y/N continued in a loud tone.

"Shh!" Both Steve and her brother shushed her. Y/N was surpised, she glares at the two and moved closer to them.

"Fine, can I tag along? I'm bored and it'll be nice to be a national hero."

The two looked at each other, Steve was nervous.. Y/N obviously didn't want him around, but this could be a chance for him to apologize to Y/N.

"Sure, you can help us look for russians with dufflebags and camo." Dustin pulled her sister to his side.

"That's kinda racis--"

"No, it's not!" Dustin cuts her sister off making Y/N laugh..

"Whatever you say Dus.."

And that's how she ended up inside a theater with two kids and two drugged teenagere.. Y/N's breathing was heavy, they were captured by Russians just moments ago.. Adrenaline was pumping through her veins, she thought this town was finally normal again, but turns out she was wrong.. Very very wrong..

They needed to get out of this hellish mall, Y/N need to find out if there's still russians lurking out, looking for them.

"The two of you need to stay here and take care of them." Y/N instructs to her brother, she pointed at a floopy Steve and Robin.

"Wait--Where are you going?!" Dustin stopped her by pulling her arm.

"I'm going to see if those fuckers are still looking for us.."

"No, we'll come with you.."

"Dustin, you need to stay here and keep a low profile.."

"Y/N don't be a hero.."

"Hey, Dipshit!I'm not trying to be a hero, what I'm doing is protecting you guys because our two friends are drugged and beaten while we brought a little kid into our mess!And I will do everything to keep you all safe, even if that means I get hurt or killed!"

Dustin knew that there's no talking Y/N out of this, her sister was right.. Taking a deep breath, he just nods and hugs her sister..

"Just please, stay safe.." Dustin was in the verge of tears but Y/N held him tight in her arms.. Dustin pulled back, Y/N gave her brother a comforting smile, she rubbed his cheeks and pat his head.

"I'll be okay, I'm a Henderson for god's sake.."

Dustin laughs as tears stroll in his face, she kissed his forehead and walked away, trying not to attract attention.. Taking a deep breath she left the theater, she'll do whatever it takes to keep her brother and her friends.. Y/N's mind flew to Steve, she was pissed off but she was not sure anymore.. The way he saved them and got beat up for them, she couldn't find a reason to be mad at him, all she can think about is his childlish look and how hot he is in his sailor uniform. Y/N just shakes those thoughts away and tried to focus on her task..

Russians..

Steve and Robin were throwing up in a seperate cubicles, they were getting the drugs out of their system.. Retching and puking can be heard all through out the theater bathroom, Steve groans and flushes the toilet.

"The ceiling stopped spinning for me. Is it still spinning for you?" Robin's voice can be heard from the other cubicle.

"Holy shit. No. You think we puked it all up?" Steve rested his back to the mini wall inside the cubicle..

"Maybe. Ask me something.."

"Interrogate me." Robin said in a mocking russian accent.

"Okay. Interrogate you. Sure. Um... When was the last time you, uh, peed your pants?"

"Today."

"What?"

"When the Russian doctor took out the bone saw."

"Oh... All right, my turn."

"Okay. Hit me."

"Have you... ever been in love?"

"Yep. Nancy Wheeler. First semester, senior year." Steve imitates a gunshot.

"Are you still in love with Nancy?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I found someone else, she's a little bit better for me.It's crazy. Ever since Dustin got home, he's been saying, 'You know, you gotta find your Suzie. You gotta find your Suzie.' "

"Wait, who's Suzie?"

"It's some girl from camp, I guess his girlfriend. To be honest with you, I'm not 100% sure she's even real."

" But that's not- that's not really the point. That doesn't matter. The point is, this girl, you know, the one that I like, it's somebody that I... didn't even talk to in school. And I don't even know why."

"Maybe 'cause Tommy H. would've made fun of me or... I wouldn't be... prom king. It's stupid. I mean, Dustin's right, it's all just a bunch of bullshit anyways. Because, when I think about it, I should've been hanging out with this girl the whole time."

"First of all, she hates me now because of a stupid thing I said but when we hanged out, we were bonding and shit.. She was perfect for me, she's nerdy, hangs out with kids too much.. She likes the same things I like, her brother is my bestfriend.. Sometimes I wonder if she's real, because she's too perfect."

"Wait--You like Y/N?"

"Yeah, ever since last year.. I like her so damn much, I can't even believe that I said to her that I shouldn't be hanging out with someone like her."

"YOU SAID THAT?" Robin's voice boomed out all over the bathroom, Steve just sighs and slids out of the cubicle..

"Unfortunately, yes.."

Steve slid in to Robins cubicle, she was glaring at him.

"If you ask me, Y/N doesn't deserve someone like me.. She--She's too nice to be caught up in my miserable life.. And besides she would never like me.."

"I think you're still high.."

"No, I'm not.."

"Do you remember what I said about Click's class? About me being jealous and, like, obsessed?"

"Yeah?"

"It isn't because I had a crush on you. It's because... she wouldn't stop staring at you.."

"Mrs. Click?" Robin chuckles and just shakes her head.

"Y/N Henderson, I wanted her to look at me. But... she couldn't pull her eyes away from you and your stupid hair. And I didn't understand, because you would get bagel crumbs all over the floor. And you asked dumb questions. And you were a douchebag. And- And you didn't even like her then and... I would go home... and just scream into my pillow."

"But Y/N's a girl.."

"Steve.."

"Oh.."

"Yeah, now listen..Don't give me the 'she doesn't deserve me' and 'she doesn't like me back' crap.. Y/N was inlove with you since highschool, now you will tell her all about your mushy mushy feelings and you'll two will get married, have kids and you'll have me to thank for. "

"But what about you?"

"Please, I moved on.."

"Really?"

"Hell yeah, with my pretty face?I could find someone in a jiffy!"

The two were laughing when Dustin and Ericka burst into the bathroom.. Annoyance and frustration written all over their face..

"Okay.What the hell?!" Dustin asked very annoyed.

"Dude, we're normal again.."

"That's not the problem now, we need to find Y/N and go with the rest of the party."

"Y/N's not with you?"

"Do you see her?" Erica asked with the normal sass in her voice. Robin rolls her eyes at Erica who just glares at her.

"Where did she go?" Steve ignored Erica's sarcastic question

"She said she'll check the perimeter, but she hasn't come back since." Dustin answered, she was worried for her sister.. In their situation, who wouldn't?

"Shit." Steve and Robin both utter at the same time.

Y/N was changed into a much more inauspicious clothes, it was just some pants and a shirt tucked into it.. She fixed her disheveled hair and wiped her sweat.. She needed to blend in, her eyes wander around the mall.. There were Russians walking around, bviously looking for someone and that someone was them.. All the exits are heavily guarded by guards, there's no way out..

Taking a deep breath she walked back to the theater, praying that her brother and friends was safely still there but before she could even reached the theater, a russian man spotted her..

"I got eyes on one of the target!" The russian said into his earpiece, making Y/N run to the higher level of the mall, her heart racing and she was starting to feel tired.

Y/N just ran until she lost the russian, her breathing was getting shorter by the second..  Y/N's leg was starting to hurt but she ignored it and looked down to see if she can spot her brother..

And there they are, getting chased by guards.. Worries pumped into her brain as they run.. She needed to help them, if not they could get killed.

"Hey stupid spies!I'm right up here, morons!" Y/N screamed at the top of her lungs as she waves her hands around..

Steve and Dustin was horrified as they hide into the counters, Y/N was risking her life for theirs..

The guards that was chasing them made eye contact and targeted Y/N but before they could do anything a car honk.. The russians looked at each other, confused and dazed.. Eleven can be seen controlling the car, she throws it at the bad men and all they could hear were groans..

Y/N felt a surge of relief, she made her way to her brother.. Dustin, Robin, Erica and Steve pop out from behind the counter, steam hissing.. Y/N saw her brother and they all rushed up to hug her..

A tight hug welcomed Y/N, but this hug wasn't just from Dustin.. It was also from Robin, Erica and Steve.. Suddenly they all look up to see the rest of the party.. The hug was cut off by Dustin running to hug Mike and Eleven.

"Lucas?" Erica saw her brother and it made Lucas confuse..

"What are you doing here?"

Y/N who was just taking in deep breaths smiled to herself.. They were safe, but she knew this was not over.. Steve stayed in Y/N side, Robin's word replayed in his mind.. This is his chance to say his undying love to Y/N.

"Y/N?"

"Hmm?" Y/N saw Steve besides her, she was growing tired but Y/N needed to keep thriving for everyone.. Y/N saw that Steve was hesitant, he was nervous and it made her felt nervous too.

"I--I uhh.." Steve mumbles, his tongue was backing out.. Y/N had such a powerful effect on him, to the way she says his name, and everytime Y/N calls him, his heart skips a beat.. It sounds corny, but it was true..

"What?Do you need a speak and spell?" Y/N joked, it didn't help a struggling Steve.. He started to grew more anxious, he needed to get this off his chest.. This could be the last time they all see each other alive, there's no telling what could happen to them.

Y/N was just staring at him

"I have something to confess---"

Steve was cut off by El who was in pain and grunting in the floor..  They all ran to her aid and helped her with the pain she was going through.. Steve slightly curses at himself, maybe this was not a great time for a love confession.. He needed to focus on surviving this hellish adventure.. Again 

It finally ended.. Y/N was relieved, it was over.. They were safe, Y/N and Dustin were sitting in the back of an ambulance, a blanket around them as they hug each other..

"If this shit happens again, we're moving.." Y/N jokes.. Dustin chuckled, maybe they should.. However, the adventures were growing more fun and dangerous..

"Nah, we love being heroes.."

Y/N laughs as she held her brother tighter, she fixed his hair and wipe some dirt off his face.. Even if he's old now, he'll always be Y/N's baby brother.. She smiled at the memory of Suzie and Dustin singing in the middle of mayhem and chaos.

"Stooop, I'm all grown up now!" He stood up and made his way to his friends..

"Don't get too far, lover boy!" Y/N shouted causing Dustin's cheek to blush..

Y/N sighs at the sight of her brother walking away from her, this is the last time she'll save the world, she was tired of monsters.. Y/N was just enjoying the cold air of the night when someone cleared their throat.

"Hello to you Harrington.." Y/N smiled at Steve, he was just standing infront of her.. Y/N can't help but feel giddy when Steve's in his sailor outfit.. It saddens her that Steve was still stuck in his highschool mindset..

"I have something to tell you.." Steve mumbles incoherently, but Y/N understood it.. Steve was always nervous when Y/N's around, he remember the first time he saw Y/N..

Steve saw Dustin on the street asking for help, and he didn't believe at him first but he was soon convinced by how Dustin was nervous and scared.. They pulled up at the Henderson's residence, that's where he first saw--no that's not the right word..

That's where he first acknowledged Y/N..

She was sitting on the porch steps on her pajama's, there were dirt on her face and her hairs a mess.. Y/N's face lighten up when he saw Dustin getting out of the car..

"Hey Dus------What is he doing here?" Y/N's face dropped when he saw Steve also getting out of the car.

"He's our back up.." Her brother answered short and continue walking into the entrance of the basement.

"I'm back up..'' Steve said cocky at Y/N, she just scoffs and followed Dustin..

"For a guy with a black eye, you're awfully confident.."

"That's what seeing a pretty girl like you does to me.." Steve didn't know what he ate that time but he had this whole new confidence when he started talking to Y/N.. However, Y/N didn't seem impressed to his corny jokes and pick up lines, she was always scoffing and rolling her eyes..

"Yeah, you said that too when we were inside..That" Y/N's voice pulled him back to the present.. Y/N gestured at the burning mall infront of them.

"Yeah.." Steve cleared his throat, he opens his mouth, but the words won't come out he's chokin', how, everybody's jokin' now, the clocks run out, times up, over, blaow   .

"Are you gonna say something?" Y/N was starting to get nervous, did she do something to make Steve act strange? He was shaking, the sweat on his forehead is flowing like the Niagara Falls.. That's not attractive yet for some reason she found it hot..

"Oh--Yeah--Uhh.." He failed to say words again, why can't he just go straight to the point?

Robin who was with the rest of the party was staring at a stuttering and nervous Steve.. The rest started to notice even Jonathan and Nancy who was in each others arms..

"When is he gonna tell my sister that he likes her?" Dustin ponder as he stares at the two..

"I don't know, he's taking forever just uttering one sentence.." Lucas pitched in making the others laugh..

"I thought Steve was a suave and cool guy?" Mike jokes causing some of them to laugh, some was just quiet.. They were still having a hard time grasping all of this, especially Max..

"He's a nerd just like you guys.." Nancy answered, they all shake their heads as they watch Steve nervously fidgets..

"Alright, I finally had enough.." Robin whispers, the party turned to Robin, carefulky watching to what she had under her sleeves..

"HEY Y/N!" Robin shouts..

Y/N broke her gaze with Steve and brought it to a shouting Robin, not far from them.. Steve just froze to his place, panic started blaring out through his mind..

"WHAT STEVE'S TRYING TO SAY IS HE FREAKING LIKES YOU!" Robin shouted, and it all made them freeze.. Y/N blinked rapidly, did she hear that right? Steve l-likes her? What? When? How? Where?

Steve felt embarrased, he wanted the crawl in a hole and die.. Robin was dead to him, how could she do that? Now Y/N's gonna start to avoid him, she obviously doesn't like her back.

"I-Is that true?" Y/N finally asked the question she was dying to ask, she never really thought about Steve that way.. Fine, she's not gonna lie, there were some thoughts about Steve that kept her up at night..

"I can explain--If you don't feel the same it's totally fi----" Steve panicked and randomly said any excuses he can think off, not giving Y/N a chance to speak..

Y/N rolled her eyes at how Steve was rambling on, she smiled and stands up.. Pulling Steve sailor outfit, she kissed him..

Steve pressed his lips harder on Y/N, he wanted this kiss to happen since he first saw her.. And now it's happening, Y/N puts her arm around Steve's neck.. This was her first kiss and she was glad that it was to Steve.. They both kissed as the burning Star Court crumbles infront of them.  Y/N didn't knew that you can find love and monsters in this terrifying situation..

Dustin groaned at the sight of her sister and bestfriend kissing, he wanted to vomit and scoop his eyes out.. This was not a sight for sore eyes..

"Ugh!I don't want to watch my sister exchange salivas with Harrington!" Dustin sigh under his breath

"Get used to it, you'll be seeing a lot of him.." Robin teased making Dustin die inside.

"Dammit!"

Y/N was just thinking that some people lost someone special, Eleven lost Hopper.. Max lost Billy and the rest will wake up in the morning with terrible memories haunting them everyday, they can no longer feel the assurance that they're safe in the quiet town they grew up to. They knew everything that lies withing the depths of this ground, all the horrible things that Hawkin Labs brought.. Chief Hopper and Billy Hargrove died for them, they were heroes.. And the sad part is, no one will ever know.. Those who deserves to be recognized is no longer here, the heroine act they did save the world yet the world doesn't even know about them.. But Y/N and the rest knows that the sacrifices they made won't go to waste, they'll do everything in their power to keep whatever haunts this eerie town at bay.

I found this highly nice but cringey at the same time so bear with it, I also wanted to update my series about James Potter but I just can't seem to end it ughhhhh..Anyways, I hope you guys like this one..

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Don't Call Me Princess.

Request: this one

can you do a spencer x reader one where reader replaces jj as communications liason and while she and spencer are at a press conference a reporter keeps making sleazy comments at her so Spencer tells him off

Request #2: private message

A prompt: "Don't call her princess" and maybe add it to the sleazy reporter request you answered? You don't have to obviously

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Content warnings: a couple of swears, verbal sexual harassment, and a r*pe mention

From the second you stood at the podium, you saw him and it disgusted you. A reporter in the front row was very obviously mentally undressing you and thinking about god knows what other things, which would normally not have bothered you. You're used to perverts hitting on you, nothing new. But right now, your boyfriend is standing right next you and he has a tendency to get insecure. You've never understood how he could possibly be jealous or insecure, he's amazing and you're all his. There's no competition because of one reason. You love him. He has the best mind and personality. You absolutely love all his quirks and passions and everything about him. He makes you feel happy and safe, something no one else could ever do. And of course he happens to be the most attractive man you've ever met. He doesn't quite seem to believe it but if Spencer Reid doesn't get you going... You can see him eyeing the reporter but he doesn't say a word. He seems off-put, letting his hair fall right in front of his face and gazing down. Wanting to get down and leave as soon as you can, you start to give the profile.

"My name is Agent Y/L/N, this is our initial profile. We're looking for a white male in his early 20s, he's attractive and able to-"

You're cut off by the reporter who was checking you out earlier. His smirk makes you want to smack it right off of his face.

"Sounds like you're describing a guy like me, princess. Why don't I take you to dinner and we see if I'm the guy you're looking for?" His comment earns laughs from the onlooking crowd and even other reporters. You ignore him and clear your throat, not daring to look at your boyfriend. You knew he'd be bothered and it would only sadden you to see it.

"He's able to overpower his victims but we believe he's impotent due to his weapon of choice and-"

The dick cuts you off again. You're going to lose your patience if he keeps doing this.

"Impotent? Okay you lost me there, princess. I'd love to show you just how different we are in that area." Your blood boils and you finally look to Spencer who's fists are clenching, blood rushing to his knuckles. His cheeks are flushing bright red and his eyes are narrowed at the dick reporter. Not being able to continue and ignore his bullshit, you look at him sternly.

"What I'm saying is important. Now can you pay attention? And don't call me princess. Back to what I was saying, he has a menial job and most likely has had many reprimands in the past relating to sexual harassment and possibly assault accusations. If you know anyone fitting this description, contact law enforcement immediately and do not under any circumstances..." You trail off as the reporter scoffs and retorts.

"Sorry princess." Breathing heavy and pissed off, you repeat yourself.

"As I was saying," You say pointedly, irritation shining through. "Do not under any circumstances attempt to-" But this time, you're cut off and it's not by the reporter whose gaze was wandering and scanning your body. It's Spencer who must have also noticed his eyes landing on your breasts and the way he licked his lips.

"You in the first row, keep your damn comments and eye-screwing to yourself." He snaps. "There are women being raped and murdered, no one has time for your sleazy comments or acts right now. The FBI would greatly appreciate it if you did your job and helped us catch this bastard instead of sexually harassing a federal agent while she's trying to do her job. Stop interrupting and I believe she told you, don't call her princess. Have I made myself clear?"

Taken aback at first, he sheepishly nods and avoids eye contact with either of you. Finally giving the rest of the profile uninterrupted, you finish and step off the podium with Spencer. He starts to say something but you grab his hand and interwine it with your fingers before giving him a rough kiss, silencing whatever he was about to say. You fall back a little from the effect of attacking his tongue with yours and smile.

"Thank you Spence."

"You're not upset?"

You blink twice, not understanding what you would possibly be upset about but the look in his eyes tells you he really feels like he did something wrong.

"At you? Of course not, what makes you say that?"

"I interrupted your profile and it was in all fairness unprofessional of me to do that."

A blank stare stood on your face before you broke out in laughter.

"You are the dumbest genius I've ever met. You saved me from a pervert and looked hot doing it, what more could I possibly want?"

A gorgeous grin spread across his face.

"In that case, you're very welcome Y/N."

Pecking his lips again, you smile against his mouth and he shares the same sweet beaming gesture before pulling you in to press more warm kisses on you.

"I love you so much." You say softly.

"I love you too." He returns. Startling him a bit, you pull away, turning your head to look around you. Just like you suspected, the reporter from earlier was glaring at you both.

"I think Dickhead with Channel 7 knows that now too."

Spencer laughs. He pulls you up to his face to caress your lips with his one last time and you take his hand in yours before finally walking back inside the precinct. You're sure the sleazebag knows not to interrupt and especially: not to call you princess.

[balmasedas]

desperado / druglord!javier peña au. 

chapter one.

summary: reader is a dea agent. violence has arisen in the streets of colombia and she's determined to bring javier peña to justice. things take an abrupt turn when, instead of her finding him, he finds her and realizes they got much more interest in each other than just drug-related topics. 

warnings: only +18. overall, this is smut so smutty. canon violence. detailed warnings in every chapter. spanish traductions are in the notes, though for the sake of non-spanish speakers, spanish dialogues will be minimal and not relevant to the plot.

word count: 2.5k.

You throw your sweater in the backseat of your car before exiting it. In the morning, you had dug through your boxed-up winter clothes after shivering in your shirt-sleeves as soon as you got out of your department. Now, the temperature has risen to the seventies and you give yourself a clap in the back for deciding to wear something decent underneath. Spring in Colombia is a nightmare.

The crime scene is packed with local police and DEA agents. There are no civilian spectators this time, they know better than sticking their noses in the Medellin's cartel businesses.

Upon your arrival, you don’t need to identify yourself to the uniformed men guarding the perimeter. They know you well by then. You are the only female in the team that has to deal with these kinds of situations —gruesome, gut-churning, dirty shit. Not a very much "lady-like" job, some would express. For that, you have earned yourself the title of a gritty woman. Maybe because you were gritty, maybe because you were a woman.

Sometimes, though, you find yourself wondering why you turned down some run-of-the-mill desk job back in Virginia. It would’ve been a dull routine, for sure — hideous, even; but gossiping about some flash romance between two co-workers is less taxing than having to witness five rotting corpses at first daylight. 

"Jesus Christ," you lift your sunglasses to your head. Your partner, esteemed, weary agent Steve Murphy, turns around at the sound of your voice. 

“You’re up early.” he asserts, with a raised eyebrow. 

You purse your lips. “Had a bad night. Ran out of whisky at one am.” 

Not even Hugo, or Hughie for his gringo friends, could help you. You forgot that his daughter would be celebrating her birthday and his all-night store would be closed until the next morning. Normally, you would own an arsenal of alcohol, but it has been an abnormal week and a hell of a night —starting with the spiral of violence that has arisen in the streets of Medellin.

"Well, look at the bright side: your stomach is empty," Murphy mumbles.

Looking at the bodies in front of you, you can’t agree more: their hands are tied-up to the oxidated wire behind them, hanging by their arms. They are barefoot and scantily clad. There is a visible gunshot wound in all of their front heads, some flies are already hovering around the open flesh. A quick death to eternal torture, you suppose.

"When did you get the call?" you inquire.

He fiddles with his wristwatch. "About two hours ago." you only hum in response, keeping your eyes in front of you and paying no mind to Steve who only grows impatient at your silence. "You think this was Peña's job?" he adds.

You nod in denial. "If it was, it doesn't make sense." Not one bit. "Peña works underground, quiet, like a sneaky rat. I'd even say they're more well-behaved than most cartels. So why do this?"

Why such a declaration of violence? Why draw even more attention from the authorities? 

"Maybe he decided to toughen his punishments?” You scoff at his remark.

“He can do that without half the city knowing it. A ditch is much more subtle than a monument to death blocks from the US embassy.” 

Murphy smirks. “Seems that you have given it a thought before, Sarchie.” you narrow your eyes. He knows you hate that nickname. Your tendencies to boss him around had brought you consequences: the unofficial title of a Sargeant. Sarchie, shortened and friendly.

“Killing someone? Yes, you. Multiple times a day.” you put your sunglasses back on and walk away. The forensic police won’t be there until the next half hour, at least, and you are too disquiet to wait around. Plus, your stomach is growling, but Steve doesn’t need to know that. “We’re gonna need their names, I’ll see what I can find. You have a little chat with the coroner and see if they can speed up the autopsy. The sooner the better, ok?” you spot the smirk on his face. You know what he’s thinking. You shut your car's door and point a finger at him through the window. A clear warning sign in your eyes. “Shut the fuck up and do it.”

(,,,)

Happy hour. You give up on the investigation and stop off at ‘Chiquita’, a popular local bar near your place. The prices are cheap, the drinks aren’t that good but they do the job. The place is crowded — hot couples with wet, glowing skin grinding against each other. Happy or horny or both. You take a mental note to have some fun later. 

As you sip at your bourbon and crack your peanuts, you let yourself dwell on what you found out about your case. You finally got the names of your five guys. For that, much research wasn’t needed: All of them had their IDs in their pockets and they were exactly who you feared they were: no ones. No ties to any big names, no official involvement in any cartel — at the most, a few minor possession charges. As for weeks, your few clues have led to nowhere and the enigma surrounding the Medellin cartel seems to worsen with every minute that passes by.

You hate mysteries. Colombia’s full of them. 

You take your second bourbon in one smooth shot and ask for another. You grab a colombian peso from your wallet and slide it across the wood. Your eyes stop at the picture of your parents that you carry around. It’s tiny and worn, just like your relationship with them. They haven’t heard from you in weeks, a fair deal, if anyone asked. They don’t have to deal with their fucked up daughter and you can focus on your work filled with dead ends and a ghost that haunts you while you’re awake: Javier Peña.

“¹Qué tomas, preciosa?” a velvety voice caresses your ears. A pleasant smile breaks quietly over your lips. Just in time.

You turn your head to the side. The stranger, with chocolate-skin and inviting eyes, is waiting for an answer. You tap your fingers against the glass.

"Bourbon," you say. "²Pero no me vendría mal un trago más." he grins and holds up two fingers to the barman. He sits at the empty seat beside you, he’s exuberating confidence. He’s offered you the bait and you'd taken it.

"³Algo más que se te ofrezca?"

You look him in the eyes. You know how the story goes from there. It isn’t any different than the one from last night, or the night before. As an apex predator, he's out for something to satisfy his hunger. He won't go home without reaching his goal and you're desperate enough to let him.

"⁴Sí. Hay algo más que puedes hacer por mi."

(,,,)

The fucking cat on the window has been staring straight into your eyes for the last fifteen minutes. Matias, the guy you've met hours before, is too focused on you to notice the awkward presence of the animal, so you don't bother shooing it away. 

He's enjoying himself, pounding into you in a symphony of lust bites and moans. But the sound of skin on skin doesn't match the intensity of your passion for this encounter.

It's not that his performance was terrible, it was just... soft. So soft, too soft. From the sweet nothings, he gasps on your ear to the gentleness of his grip on your hip. 

You aren't a sweet girl. If you were sweet, you wouldn't have traveled all the way down to Colombia to participate in the war on drugs. If you were fond of delicateness, you would've stayed inside and touched yourself to a Cristina Peri Rossi novel instead of searching for strangers at bars.

You don't like to believe you are a special case. On the contrary, you assume your attitude is the rule and not the exception. Not a hell of a woman, but a woman made of hell – waking up already worried about the hours ahead of you. How could you not? Your life is as wide and empty as the sky. Unstable, unpredictable. Anything can happen. A good meaningless fuck is the only moment you allow yourself to feel something — someone. By then, the detachment that gets you through the day disappears and raw feral emotion takes its place. 

You are addicted. It's like a drug, but worse. Drugs don't have feelings, people do.

You’d grabbed Matias' hand and wrapped it around your neck a few times but your request had been ignored; you’d even pushed his ass against your body so you could get closer to a feral touch, but he had insisted on something more caring and delicate. 

And delicacy just won't do. 

So, after a few tries, you give up. You lay still, under his heating body, dead eyes directed at your window. No emotion whatsoever, no release. Like a numb, stiff sex doll, rooting for his satisfaction. Forgotten until next time.

“⁵Donde?” he blurts in your ear. You evaluate your options quickly. 

“⁶Adentro.” Any other place would demandsñ more attention. By then, he would be aware of your passivity and asking too many questions. You don't answer questions, you make them.

His body tenses and trembles. You feel heat dripping between your legs but it doesn't come from you. He leaves a few small pecks on your neck — thankfully, the last ones for the night. Matias breathes over you for a few seconds before he gets off. You stare at the roof in silence, and when he asks if you finished, you simply nod.

You can't grasp what he says under his breath after you ask him, as nice as possible, to leave. What he does or doesn't vocalize, it doesn't matter. You won't be repeating with him. You never fucked the same person twice. 

Once you hear the front door shut, still resting on your bare skin, you lit a cigarette. The room is void of artificial light, and the cat is still in the same place, with his silhouette contoured by the gleam of the moon.

"Sneaky bastard." you chuckle, then get up from the bed and slowly approach it.

You stop at the wooded frame of the window, maintaining your distance. Not too close to scare him or him to scare you. He isn't a friendly guy. He isn't even yours — just a grumpy cat that stops by your department too often demanding some food. You tried to get him to come inside before, but all you had won from your offers were a couple of scratches. Nonetheless, the cat has seen more of you than many people have. So, even though you renegade from him, you found yourself inevitably attached. He's the closest thing to a family, after Murphy, of course. But Murphy hasn't seen you on your worst, yet.

"Hope you see the same shit I see." you grimace and shake your head. "Not like that, I mean... I should choose better who to fuck with. And they should choose better too." the cat remains silent –obviously– and you keep talking. "You could make yourself useful and spook them away before I have to." he meows, you roll your eyes and decide to leave him alone. "Then again, I could do it myself if I told them I hold long conversations with the stray cat that lives in my window."

You choose to take a bath and call it a night. You glide through the living room, though before you can reach the bathroom something stops you. There's a noise outside, some glass breaking down on the streets. You can ignore it, conflict isn't a foreign subject in Colombia, especially at late hours. But then it repeats itself a second time, and the third bugs you too much for you not to grab your night robe and take a look at it from your window.

The only light pole is out of order; there's not a soul in sight; music can be heard from afar. You see nothing out of place until you do.

Your car is parked across the street. All four windows have been smashed, the tires are flat. You barely waste time cursing before you flee out of your place. You thought the night couldn’t get worse but the world has a disturbing obsession with testing your patience. 

Once you take a step outside and approach your damaged car, you’re not sure where your chills are coming from. Perhaps, because of the unfriendly weather or maybe because you’re suddenly aware of how idiotic was your decision to go outside. 

Everything inside your vehicle is left untouched. There weren't objects of value anyways. You find no logical reason for someone wanting to wreck a car just because —yours, of them all.

Big red warning signs color your mind. Your eyes scan your surroundings with speed. It's a dark, lonely dessert. You're now sure that what happened isn't some random event. The victim could've been to another person, but you weren't just another person.

"⁷Discúlpeme, señorita." a voice throws yourself far from the source. You reach for your gun just to find nothing there. Damn you. "⁸Está bien?" you look at the man. An old man that, at first glance, doesn't represent a threat. His voice is gentle, his voice is tinted with a caring voice. You lower your defenses, just a bit, not enough to stay around.

"⁹Sí." you mutter.

Slowly, you walk back to your apartment. Old man glues his eyes to your form and you don't take your own off from his'. Before reaching the sidewalk, you trip with something. Your back collides against a car and you're ready to apologize when the owner exits it there’s not a sign of rage in his face. On the contrary, his stare is blank and his mouth doesn’t even twitch.

Bad news.

You intend to run, but another guy blocks your passage and two more appear at each side of you. You turn over to ask the old man for help, but he’s gone along with your last piece of hope. Can’t blame him, you would’ve escaped too if you had the chance. However, you can’t and the smartest thing to do is acknowledge it and work from it. 

You stay still thinking it will persuade them to opt for gentle treatment. 

How naive of you. 

A set of fingers dig into your arms, another one grabs you by the neck and lowers your head as they drag you into their car. Guarded by two of them who sit at your sides, a dark cloth bag is placed over your head and your wrists are restricted with a zip tie. 

All you have left now is your hearing, you pick up a few things: the engine roaring, the tires burning on the asphalt as you speed off, some spanish words thrown in the air. Nothing substantial, nothing of use.

You sit in silence and wait for the worst.

[darkacademicfrom2021]

Headcanon/fic: "Tom with superpowers"

Reader x Tom Hiddleston/Loki

Gender neutral reader

Context: in the same world that happens the whole Avengers situation, Marvel releases the movies. You get a job as health assistant in the franchise, helping the injured actors while they train. There, you met Tom Hiddleston, and... maybe someone else too.

Loki won his reputation in Midgard the wrong way, since the whole New York incident. You knew him well as the selfish psychopath you thought he was.

But ever since you started working in Marvel, you got a bit into the story and past of him and understood his character better. You thought he was quite charming.

Actually, you thought Tom Hiddleston, his actor, was more than charming.

You met him on a rainy day. Your scrubs were soaking wet, since you've come to work by walking (a terrible idea) and the rain caught you in the middle.

Someone in the entrance told you to get something dry from the lost & found box, and so you did.

A nice and warm hoodie replaced the top of your scrubs and you started drying your hair with a towel as you walked on set.

"Excuse me", said a deep and harmonious voice, touching your shoulder. "I think that belongs to me".

You lifted your gaze at the stranger and as soon as you met his eyes, both were speechless.

Tom Hiddleston in person. God, the man was even more beautiful than through a screen. You smiled nervously as he smirked. He didn't take his eyes off you for a second.

"What?", you finally said.

"You have my hoodie".

"Oh, I'm... I'm really sorry. I was... anyways, I'm giving it back now" you tried to articulate, still choking on your words. He noticed you were nervous and didn't comment on it. What a gentleman, you thought.

"Give it back in dinner, would you?" he said suddenly, yet smoothly. You had to blink twice to realize what he just said. "Meet you at eight in the doorway? I'll take you somewhere nice and quiet".

Your mind was off for the rest of the day, until dinner came along. Your coworkers noticed your brain was somewhere else than in the present, but they didn't say anything; they kind of figured Tom would've asked you out. They saw how he smiled at you on set the whole day.

Dinner was perfect, and so were the other five, six, seven...

You started dating very frequently. Always kept it down, avoiding the press rumors, avoiding paparazzis, keeping private life... well, private.

If there was something you definetly loved about him, was his passion. He was passionate about everything he spoke about. And he was even more passionate about listening to you talking.

And when you spoke your mind off about how Loki was misunderstood, and such a good character, such an interesting person (well, God); he listened.

Sometimes you could catch a glimpse of him being still on character. He'd say or do something and you'd answer "your Loki is showing", and he'd get all nervous and blushed.

You always wondered why. It's normal for actors to slip away something of their characters sometimes. Why did he get so embarrassed about it?

It was even more in interviews. He'd hide pretty well those assets that you'd connect so much to Loki's personality, afraid he might not "look Tom enough".

Already years into the relationship, you have already made it public. You still worked for Marvel and spent a lot of time on set, and sometimes you walked in some interviews.

There was this specific interview where you walked accidentally in the room, and he greeted you, with the camera running, with the most Loki tone of voice possible.

"Hello, baby".

Tom never called you baby. Not even when you called him daddy. He'd call you darling, dear, beloved, my love, my sweet, sweetheart, lover... but baby? Never that.

As soon as he realized those foreign words slipping out of his tongue, his face straightened and went into what you'd call his 'dark mode', a very serious face he made when his inner Loki spilled out of his words.

The 'dark mode' only could be described as the face someone does when making a big, irreparable mistake. Like saying the words he should've never said.

And it only faded away when he realized you didn't notice it. Like he was hiding a big secret from you, and those words would give him away.

But they never did, and he always relaxed his face to see that you were unaware of what he was hiding.

"Baby..." you recalled that same night, wrapped around in the warmth of the blankets. "You went all Loki today. But I like it. It fits you so well".

He stared at you from the doorstep, holding a book he promised to read you before sleeping. He smiled slightly and turned that smirk into a sad look very quickly.

"What's wrong, honey?".

"Nothing, my love. I'm just tired from work, that's all".

"For playing the God of lies, you're a terrible liar" you mocked him. He sat by your side and caressed your cheek with the soft touch of his hand.

"You're the only one who's always been able to read right through my bullshit. That's one of the reasons I love you so much". He said quietly.

"I'd love to know what goes through your mind when the character slips through your words. You play him marvelously, you shouldn't be ashamed to have gotten used to some of his mannerisms", you told him while running your fingers through his hair.

"I'd say I have too many of them".

"Yeah", you chuckled "it's almost like Loki is playing you, instead of you playing Loki".

"Oh, darling. Only if you knew", he said with the deepest and sexiest voice he has ever spoken.

"What's that supposed to mean?" you whispered.

He laughed slightly, and cut the conversation off with a "nothing, I'm just messing with you".

But you knew he wasn't.

Something in his eyes... he couldn't lie to you any longer. Not with you allowing it.

"What is it? I really, really want to know".

You insisted and insisted. He rolled his eyes and said nothing all night.

Next morning he didn't awake by your side. You were waiting for him in the kitchen, with a fresh cup of tea and a teasing smile on your face.

"Good morning, love" he said, hands in your waist while kissing both of your cheeks. "What are you doing up so early?".

"I want to do something crazy".

"Oh no".

"Oh yes".

"What do you want to do?".

"Let's go to Asgard. Let's go to catch a glimpse of the cell Loki is supposedly locked up in. I know it sounds crazy, but I really think it would help you with the character building. You know, since you give such importance to the role and..."

But he didn't let you finish, and closed the conversation with a "no way. Absolutely not".

And there was nothing else to discuss.

"I'm going".

"He's a crazy murderer that wants to slave everybody. There is no way I'm letting you see him".

"I'm going you like it or not", you said, grabbing your keys and going towards the door.

He stood infront of you with the most serious look you've ever seen in his face. "You're not going".

"Just one reason, give me one".

"He's not in his cell, you wouldn't find him there".

"And how do you know that?".

His eyes, that once showed anger and concern, were now fearful and disappointed.

"I can't say".

"This has to do with your 'dark mode', doesn't it? What are you hiding from me, Thomas?".

He sighed. Hugged you tightly as if you were never holding him again after what you'd hear next.

He whispered in your ear "I'm sorry for lying. It's just what I do best".

Tom and the expressions that differentiated him from Loki got bathed in a golden light. His hair became long and dark, his facial hair disappeared, his eyebrows got fixed (exactly how they made his make up for the movies), and his midgardian shirt and trousers transformed into the leather and metal armor that represented Loki so well.

"Oh my FUCKING GOD" you yelled as you hold your body against the wall, trying not to fall. Your legs were shaking.

"Yes".

"YOU'RE--".

"The... fucking God".

"H-how??".

"Long story short, I needed to start over. And I'm a shapeshifter, it's not too hard for me to disguise".

You sat on a chair and he did the same. You looked at him up and down as you steadied yourself. Once you were already taking all the madness in, you were able to speak.

"So, you could've pretended to be ANY midgardian out here".

"I could've".

"And you chose to become an actor that would play you?".

He laughed, with the same laughter Tom had. He's the same man I fell in love with, after all, you thought.

He started saying that he understood if you felt unsafe and lied to with him. That if you wanted to end the relationship his soul would ache eternally, but he would let you go. That he did something unforgivable; he played with your trust.

You got up and cupped your hands around his neck, leaving a small kiss on his lips.

"Shut up".

"Beg you pardon?".

"I love you, I don't care about anything else. To me, now you're Tom with superpowers".

"That's the most stupid yet most lovable thing you've ever told me".

"I'm sure I said stupider things". And you glanced down. "I wonder how much of your God skills you were hiding all this time".

He smiled before lifting you in the air and taking you bride style to the bedroom.

"Oh, baby, you'll see".