#so. everything is gonna be fine. and I’m going to watch and eat popcorn and point and laugh at heaven and hell

[kittykatthetacodemon]

I too want to be so gay and in love that my relationship is part of an “institutional problem” and the actual Metatron, Voice of God, has to come down from heaven on high to stealth break us up because the miracles we do together are too strong. Power couple

[bloomness]

Oh hi bloom! What a suprise event that I did not know was happening 😱 you are so creative! (I’m still sad u scrapped track 19 💔) but ANYWAYS I want a sero fic for track 12 yeahhh and I guesss you can add Mina and jirou since you already did 😞 joking I love them they’re so hot… ALSO HAPPY FIVE MILLION AGAIN!! Give me half your trillion dollar earnings pls and ty

lovers rock by tv girl ft. sero hanta event m.list

જ⁀➴ hanta just got his license which means…sunset drive!

contains: f!reader implied, fluff word count: 1.5k

“come on!” hanta laughed as he tugged on your arm. 

“no! i don’t want to die today, han! pllleaseee, spare me!” you shout back as you squirm around in your boyfriend's grasp—half joking, half not.

“you’re not gonna die!” he counters. hanta shakes his head at your thrashing and lets go of your wrist to pull his wallet out from his back pocket. “this,” he says as he flips his wallet open. “is proof you’re in safe hands.”

inside, you can see his new driver's license tucked into the photo id window of his wallet. his toothy grin is on display, wide and shining bright. his eyes are scrunched up above them, joy extremely prominent. the bottom of the id reads:

sex: m

hgt: 5’-11”

eyes: brn

iss: 05/30/2025

may thirtieth. just five days ago, hanta had taken his on-the-road driver's test (after two failed attempts, which he made you promise to never bring up again, ever) and thankfully, this time he passed. 

you thought you had a while, at least a month, before he’d offer to drive you around. 

you were extremely wrong. 

the text that followed “i passed!” was “wanna go for a ride? i can pick you up right now!” and it sent an alarmingly cold shiver down your spine. 

you love your boyfriend, very dearly. he’s good at many things; making the perfect popcorn that wasn’t too sweet and wasn’t salty. finding your lost jewelry in the mess that you call a room. building intercately complicated legos just to tear them apart and do it again. 

you could acknowledge hanta’s many talents. 

but along the same line, your boyfriend isn’t perfect; he’s not the best at math, but you don’t hold that against him. he struggles to distinguish the difference between the words effect and affect. he eats way too much junk food to be considered healthy. and most importantly, he’s not a good driver. 

and although he looks stupidly happy in his professional photo with his signature dorky grin, you can’t help but wonder who it was that thought it was a good idea to authorize your boyfriend to continue to haunt the roads with his uncoordinated presence. 

“and this.” he dangled his keys up in front of you. “is gonna be one hot car ride.” he leaned in to kiss you, making you remember another flaw about your very human boyfriend; his awfully timed kisses. 

you, as politely as you could, ignored the kiss and snatched the key from his hands. “fine. but no messing around.” you demanded as you walked past him and toward the car. 

hanta was right on your heel, “you got it babe!”

he ran ahead of you just in time to open the passenger door, “go ahead milady.” he announced with a dramatic bow. 

you stepped in, muttering a quiet, playfully, “dork” as he closed the door for you. all smiles despite your insult. 

hanta quickly traveled past the setting sun outside to the driver's side of the car. you watched as he sat down and closed the car door. you watched as he then as he buckled his seatbelt and then adjusted his mirror.

hanta looked over to your surveillancing eyes, “what?” he flashed you a toothy grin, one that mirrored his license photo almost exactly. 

“just making sure you’re doing everything right…” you responded cautiously.

“oh come on,” hanta’s hand found yours and brought it up clse to him. he held your hand with such reverence, as if i was a sacred treasure that he was glad he had the honor to be in the same vehicle with. “you think i’d drive unsafe with you in the car?” hanta titled his head toward you, “i wouldn’t dream of it.” he kissed the flat of your hand, then your knuckles, then peered up at you through his lashes. “you trust me?”

your face flushed at his words that felt way more intimate than they probably should’ve. “just drive..” you murmured as you attempted to hide your flusteredness by glancing away—though you know that hanta knows you and your emotions better than anyone, especially when you get razzled up like this.

thankfully, hanta chose not to tease you now. he chuckled, “you’re cute.” hanta let go of your hand and pressed the ignition button near the steering wheel. the car started with a jump and a low growl, and hanta shifted the car's gear into drive. “alright, let’s get this baby on the road.”

though the season had yet to officially start, the symptoms of summer solstice were apparent and already affecting the city of tokyo. 

the clock just below the car’s dashboard read 7:03, yet it seemed like the sun had just begun to make this trip down to the western part of the world. the sun had a tangerine hue to it today, one that shone bright through the mountainous horizon—clouds huddled near, not over cluttering but complementing the star.

the road you two were driving down looked long, like you could catch up to the sun if you drove fast enough. trees surrounded the path and lingered over the poles and skylines, making everything seem more surreal than it already was. there were no other cars in sight which left just you, hanta, and the wind whistling in your ears. 

sunlight filtered through the car's windshield and littered its inside contents, the dashboard that hanta had already begun to decorate with little trinkets and gimmicks, the black leather seats that soaked up all the sun's heat underneath you, but most noticeably, hanta’s face. 

the window on his side was slightly open, which caused the top of his shaggy mullet to dance along with the wind, frizzy and free. his eyes were focused, glowing, and free. 

he looks so kissable.

you stared at him shamelessly now. 

hanta glanced over at you, soft smile on his lips. his eyes made their way back to the road before you could make a quick, witted comment about his distracted driving. “hey, do me a favor?”

“hmm?”

“open the glove compartment.”

your eyes narrowed in suspicion. but you obeyed, leaning forward and flicking the compartment open.

inside was a neatly placed dvd case labeled, ‘for our first ride’ with a smiley face and heart doodle next to it. 

you took the dvd into your hands and flipped it around. there was a long track of songs written on it, a couple of songs you recognized from your shared playlist with hanta that you two had compiled months ago. at the bottom in bold was written ‘and to many more, love hanta.’

you turn to him to find his eyes already on you. you smile, “you couldn’t make a spotify playlist?” you tease as you tilt the dvd up towards your head.

“come on babe, you know i like it old school. Plus, it’s more romantic this way.” his lips curled up into a stupid, large grin before his eyes softened, “you like it..?”

you shook your head, “of course i like it dummy.” you nudged his arm and his eyes lit up again as he silently nodded to himself. 

you opened the dvd case and slipped it into the dvd player of the car. there was a small scratching sound before—

“are you sick of me?”

“would you like to be?”

you looked to hanta as the familiar melody played through the car's speakers, “lovers rock?”

“perfect for us—for now, right?”

“god, you’re—“ you had been smiling for so long now that your cheeks were starting to feel numb. “unbelievable.” you looked at your boyfriend, showered in the sun's blessing, carefree expression on his face—completely content just being here with you. “yeah,” you nodded your head as you hand reached over the console to intertwine with his. “it’s perfect.”

“you like a pretty boy.”

“with a pretty voice.”

hanta squeezed your hand in his and kept it close to his cheek, leaning against it and kissing your knuckles occasionally. 

he kept stealing glances at you, short ones that didn’t leave you concerned about the safety of the ride but still left a ghostly feeling of love in your heart. 

“and if she grabs for your hand and drags you along.”

“what?” you finally spoke after what had to be the dozenth peep from the love-drunken boy. 

“you might wanna kiss before the end of the song”

“you’re so beautiful,” he murmured into your hand. “can i kiss you?” he already began to place feather-soft kisses on your hand as he looked up at you with the most pleading eyes you’ve ever seen. and you’d be an absolute idiot to say no. 

“you—“ you started, but couldn’t quite find the words to reject your patiently pleading boyfriend. you sighed, “pay attention to the road, han.”

hanta’s eyes flattered, just barely, before they fluttered back to the road. his hand reminded firm in yours. 

he held on tight, like if he let go, you’d fly up into the sky and land among all the stars where you belonged. 

you looked at your dramatically sad boyfriend and rolled your eyes before leaning over and kissing his cheek. hanta’s posture immediately straightened when your soft lips met his cheek, dimple already forming a dent in his cheek that you knew wouldn’t go away for at least a couple of minutes.  

you pulled away and—of course—hanta was glowing now. “we can kiss properly at the next red light, kay?”

he nodded and squeezed your hand again. he didn’t say anything smart, feeling completely content—knowing things couldn’t get much better than this.  

note: peach!!! thank u for the request i literally love u sm for picking this for hanta i loved writing it. we’re gonna ignore the overall message of the song and focus on the cute parts! anyways, i hope you like this and you will be getting proper compensation (my love and care) mwah have a good day.

taglist: @stargirlygirl

[yvesssssssss]

WHICH LANGUAGE TODAY...WHY WOULDN'T I DO IT IN GERMAN ???

GUTEN MORGEN / GUTEN ABEND 🎀🎀🎀

You're getting used to seeing me here after alllll my requests...BUT I JUST ALWAYS HAVE IDEAS, HELP!!!

Soooo, just to talk about my life because I LOVE TO TALK, my best friend and I always cry when we go watch a movie at the cinema. And once, we were wearing mascara, so let's just say it was carnage!!!

And it made me have an ideaaaa. What if the Sakamoto Days men went with their girlfriend to watch a movie at the cinema and that she couldn't stop crying???

Movie night

Hii, sweetie! LMAOO, as a fellow crybaby, I totally love this request(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Nagumo Yoichi

Nagumo had been in a pretty good mood as you both settled into your seats. He was ready for a night of popcorn, jokes, and maybe a little sneaky flirting, but then... the tears started.

At first, it was just a little sniffle, and Nagumo chuckled. “Oh no, are you crying already? It’s just a movie! Come on, babe, you know what happens next, right?”

But then the sniffles turned into full-on sobbing. Your mascara started to smudge, and suddenly, everything around him became a blur of tears and frantic tissue-dabbing.

“Okay, okay, this is fine. Totally fine. I can handle this,” Nagumo muttered to himself, but the panic was starting to set in. He fumbled with his popcorn, trying to stuff it in his mouth while his eyes kept darting to you. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to comfort you or... do something else?

“Hey, babe,” he said, leaning a little too close. “Here, use my sleeve.” He held it out like an offering, but then pulled it back at the last second, realizing it was already covered in melted butter from the popcorn. “Wait, never mind, that’s a terrible idea. Here—have a napkin!”

He shoved the napkin at you, but in his haste, it kind of unfolded into a messy wad of paper. “Look, I’m sorry, I’m not the best at this whole ‘comforting’ thing,” Nagumo admitted, looking entirely flustered. “But if you’re gonna keep crying like this, I’ll start crying too! And then we’ll both look like a mess.”

When you continued to sob, his eyes widened in horror. “No, no, you’re not allowed to do this! This movie’s supposed to be fun, not... not a mascara massacre! Okay, hold on, I’ve got an idea!”

He stood up, knocking over his drink in the process. “I’m just gonna get some ice cream. Maybe if we both have sugar, everything will be fine!”

As he rushed down the aisle, he tripped over the armrest, nearly knocking over a row of seats. But it didn’t matter—he was on a mission. By the time he got back with two huge tubs of ice cream and a giant spoon, he was out of breath, a little disheveled, but still grinning.

“Here!” he said, handing you a spoon and sitting down. “Let’s eat our feelings. Maybe if we stuff our faces with enough sugar, we won’t notice the drama on screen. And we’ll both have a sugar high and be way too energetic to even think about crying, right?”

As you laughed between your tears, Nagumo finally relaxed, his chaotic approach somehow making things feel a little less intense. "I’ll be your emotional backup. But next time, we’re definitely watching something funny."

Natsuki Seba

It was supposed to be a relaxing movie night. You two had been looking forward to it all week. But halfway through the film, Natsuki’s quiet focus on the screen was interrupted by the sound of your soft sniffling.

At first, he didn’t think much of it, assuming it was just the tension of the film. But when he turned to look at you, his eyes widened in panic. You were full-on crying, mascara smudged down your face, and it was becoming a bit of a mess.

“Whoa—wait, what happened?” Natsuki said, his voice more alarmed than he intended. He froze, unsure of what to do, his usual calm demeanor cracking under the pressure. “You’re crying... I—what do I do?”

He looked at you, then back at the screen, then at the popcorn bowl on his lap, then back to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I’m not good with this, okay? I didn’t expect a sad movie. I thought it was action-packed... What the hell?” He ran his fingers through his hair, visibly panicked. He wasn't the type to get emotional, but seeing you like this made his heart race in a completely different way.

In a moment of confusion, Natsuki grabbed a handful of popcorn and awkwardly shoved it into your hands, as though that was going to solve the situation. But you weren’t hungry. You were just... emotional.

“Here—just eat it. Popcorn makes everything better, right?”

When that didn’t work, he frantically scanned the room. “Oh! I’ve got tissues somewhere…” But he couldn’t find any. He dug through his pockets, pulling out random items—coins, a pen, a receipt—before finally pulling out a single crumpled tissue. “Uh, here’s a highly useful tissue.”

You could tell he was struggling, trying to figure out what would help, but in his own way, he was just making it worse. He awkwardly started wiping away your tears with the tissue, but it wasn’t very effective.

“Great, now we’ve got a mascara situation. I didn’t think this would be my night, you know?” He chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the mood, but it only made things worse.

The next few moments were a blur of chaos: Natsuki rushing to grab a drink to offer, knocking it over in his haste, then scrambling to pick up the spilled soda before it soaked into the seats.

“Okay, seriously, why is this so difficult?” he muttered. "I’m really sorry, I’m just... not good with this stuff.”

Finally, he let out a long, dramatic sigh and sank back into his seat. “Alright, let’s just forget this ever happened, okay? Ice cream, and a happy movie, no more tearjerkers. I’ll get us a whole bunch of it, we’ll eat till we forget all about the movie. Deal?”

You laughed through your tears, and Natsuki, still flustered, offered a sheepish smile. “Good. Now, let’s get out of here before I embarrass myself even more. I’ll make this right—I promise. Next movie? No sadness. Just fun and explosions.”

Shin Asakura

The movie was supposed to be a chill, quiet evening out, but the second Shin noticed the sniffles coming from your side, he could feel his stomach drop. He turned to you, expecting to see maybe a small tear or two, but you were full-on crying.

Not just teary-eyed or sniffing quietly. You were crying like the world was ending. And it was—for him—because he had absolutely no clue how to handle this.

“Wait, what?!” Shin’s eyes bulged as his brain short-circuited, trying to piece together what was going on. He knew you were emotional, but this was... new. “What is this?!”

You barely responded, but the mascara running down your face was enough to make his hands start trembling.

“No, no, no... don’t cry!” He had no idea what to do, so naturally, he just... kind of started panicking. He grabbed a napkin from the cup holder—except it wasn’t a napkin. It was one of those tiny, barely-there tissue things that you wouldn’t even use to wipe your fingers.

“Wait, this is useless,” he muttered to himself, already crumpling the tissue in his hands. Without thinking, he then grabbed a random pack of candy from his bag and shoved it toward you. “Here! Sugar’s good, right? I read that sugar helps with... emotions or something!”

When that didn’t work, he started pacing in the aisle of the theater, muttering to himself. “Okay, okay, don’t panic. This is fine. This is completely fine. Just... just calm down, Shin.”

He glanced back at you, but his gaze immediately turned to the group of people sitting a few rows back, staring at your meltdown like it was a show. That did not help.

“LOOK AWAY!” he suddenly shouted at them, completely losing it. “IT’S NOT A SHOW! SHE’S HAVING A MOMENT!”

The entire theater went silent for a beat, and Shin immediately realized his mistake. He cleared his throat awkwardly, sitting back down with a flustered look on his face. “Okay, I’m sorry. I’m sorry. That... that wasn’t for you. Forget it.”

But then he stood up again, this time grabbing a handful of popcorn in a desperate attempt to do something useful. But it was too late. Popcorn flew everywhere when he flung it at you, trying to “help” by... distracting you with food.

"WHAT AM I DOING?!" he shrieked, almost losing his mind. “Okay, okay, calm down! I’m gonna figure this out. I know I’ll figure this out!” He started tugging on his hair like it was the only thing grounding him.

Now, with all the subtlety of a wrecking ball, Shin started tearing through his bag, pulling out anything he could think of. A protein bar? Too much. A coupon for 10% off at a bakery? Useless. An old receipt? That’s... not helpful either.

But then, as if struck by divine intervention, he pulled out... a plastic spoon.

“This is it. This is the solution,” Shin said in a low voice, eyes wide. “You need this. For your tears. Or something.” He handed you the spoon like it was a rare artifact.

“Please, just... don’t cry anymore!” His voice was now a high-pitched mix of concern and frustration. He ran a hand down his face, realizing he was completely out of his depth.

Shin was having a meltdown of his own. He didn't even care about the movie anymore. He just needed you to stop crying. He needed it to be okay.

In the end, he flopped back down beside you, exhausted from his own chaotic attempts to solve the problem. “Alright, alright, no more weird food suggestions, no more yelling at strangers... just... tell me what you need, okay?”

When you smiled faintly, still a little teary-eyed, he let out a dramatic sigh of relief. "Phew. Okay. Now, next time we’re doing something way less emotionally intense, alright?”

[mistyyyy]

𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒁𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈 𝒙 𝑴!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓.

🍊Reader does have locks and of course, this is a black reader blog.🍊

Wc: 4142

🍑Patrick is in love with reader, reader is “straight” with a girlfriend, reader eating pussayyy, reader kissing booyyyssss for the first time, weed smoking, Patrick licking cock and ba- lemme chill LMAO, freaky ass girlfriend. 🍑

Every time he had looked at you he had to remind himself that this was okay and that he could live with this. It’ll go away. The way he felt about you that is.

He knows he’ll never get to hold your hand the way you hold your girlfriends, or hold you close against his chest, or even have you press your chest against his back, nah, not like the way you do with her. So instead he’ll be the supporting friend, the friend that’ll joke about one-night stands, playfully nudge you away, and sometimes make homoerotic jokes towards you, knowing you were thinking he was joking. He honestly should’ve just asked you before you had gotten into that relationship. Did you feel anything towards him?… not even after that time during high school when they went to that party and… never mind… and then they…yeah, never mind.

He should’ve asked you. Were you sure you were straight? Not even a little bi-curious towards him or any one of the same gender for that matter? He should’ve asked you if you felt anything towards him when you sat this close to him on your twin XL, laptop sitting on their lap and popcorn between his thighs. Because he felt something. He felt something every time you reached down to get the lightly buttered snack and put some between your lips, he felt something every time you laughed at a corny joke from the movie, he definitely felt something when you shifted and your legs grazed his and your shoulder did the same.

How could you not feel anything? All he did was feel everything.

The way you breathed, the way you shifted ever so slightly against the headboard, the way your body spray smelled a little tainted by something more feminine. Something more her.

“You okay?”

“Huh?”

He didn’t even realize he was staring at you for this long, his nail subconsciously rubbing against the boil sitting between his thighs as he watched you watch the movie. He blinks, his eyes dryer than usual before he looks back down at the laptop resting on their legs, on his right, on your left. “Yeah, I’m fine… just zoned out.” He clears his throat, clearing the gruff undertone.

“Hm…” you brushed it off, hand reaching over to your phone that rested on your mini fridge to check if your girlfriend had made it back to her dorm safely. She did, a small smile growing on your lips as you typed back your reply and hit send. Your girlfriend had done nothing but be nice to Patrick, yet right now all he felt was jealousy and envy as he watched your thumbs move efficiently across the screen. With a small sigh of contempt, you place your phone back onto the fridge and reach down to move the laptop. “I gotta piss, be right back.” You announced as you shifted to the ground. “Want me to pause it?” Patrick asked, knowing the answer was gonna be, “Nahh, I’ll catch up.”

He watched you slid on your Nike slides, and left out your room to go into the bathrooms.

His eyes zeroed into your phone, the device unlocked, waiting, tempting. He knows he shouldn’t do it, he knows he shouldn’t disrespect your privacy and snoop like an insecure girlfriend.

But he does it anyway.

Your phone was small in his palm, his fingers used to pro maxes, and he couldn’t help but think of all the times he’s offered to get you a new phone. “Dude. Why do you still have a button on your iPhone?” “What? Not everyone got old school money, Zweig.” “I’ll literally buy you a new phone and pay it off-“ “absolutely not.” “Dude.” That was how the recent conversation went.

He stared down at the phone, the messages of you and her still popped up on the screen. He glanced back up at the door, his throat bobbing as he nervously swallowed down his spit. This was stupid. But he didn’t stop. He didn’t want to hurt his own feelings…yet. So he left out of your girlfriend’s messages and opened your photos instead. It was regular boy shit, the same shit on his phone. Except for the pictures of you and her that is, on dates, hanging out, pictures that she had taken on his phone just because she could, sleeping pictures of her.

He almost wanted to delete them.

But there were things in there with them. Art was in some of them as well. He inhaled deeply and left the app to go to… oh is that Snapchat?

Tap.

A smile grew on his face as a picture of the two of you popped up in the memories. Summer of 2018, on their way to 9th grade. They were so young. Your hair not fully matured yet, little coils on top of your head, and braces in his mouth. He loved you even then.

He moves on to the note app, his thumb quickly hitting the search bar and typing in his name. Nothing pops up.

He doesn’t know if he should feel relieved or disappointed. If you were to type your name in his notes…well.

Okay, you were probably taking a crap by now, it was time to hurt his feelings, yet again. With a shaky sigh. He closes out Snapchat, the notes app, and the photo app, before hitting the message app. His thumb hesitates above her name, before pressing it. He could feel the guilt eating him away as he read up your text threads. So many I love yous, good mornings, beautifuls, and handsomes. It was starting to make him a little nauseous.

But then he sees a specific message, a message that has his heart pounding a little faster and his eyes nervously up to your door.

His finger hovered over the invisible ink effect, the devil on his shoulder telling him to swipe back and forth while the angel was telling him to put the phone fucking down AND SAVE HIMSELF THE HURT AND PAIN.

Okay, fuck it.

His thumb swipes back and forth on the screen, only to see… nothing. A black screen with a play button, a video.

“Holy shit…” He breathed out.

It was a video, and it was dark, at first. There was shuffling… and then there was breathing… and then moaning. And then he saw you, the flash was on, your eyes low. Your eyes and nose were the only thing he could see, the flash lighting up your pupils as you looked over the camera, and then into the lens before they fell shut.

“Oh fuck…” he repeated

“Oh fuck, baby…” she moans out, something warm filling Patrick’s belly as his mind finally caught up to the fact that.. he was watching you eat out your girlfriend. Her hand pushed down your head, your nose pressing into her clit before his mouth moved up to lick and suck on the sensitive nub. “Mm…” you moaned out as you made out with her cunt, and Patrick had to physically stop the video to control his breathing.

He blinked for a second, his sweatpants feeling tight, the inside of his boxers just a little sticky.

“I should’ve brought my phone, I was in there reading the febreeze can.” You settled down beside him once again, your phone back on the mini fridge and your pillow snug on his lap. “Well… you didn’t miss much.” He lied, he wasn’t really paying attention to the movie when you left.

“Cool, cool…” you trailed off, your back slouched against your headboard, your weight kinda leaning on him. He swallowed thickly, his hands tightening on the popcorn bucket. You shifted the laptop onto the pillow on his lap, and he couldn’t feel anything, but damn he wished he did, touch it, grab it, lick it- please do something! He felt like a dog in heat, why the fuck did he have to go through your shit!

You didn’t notice the way his hand twitched at his side, fingers flexing, the ghost of a temptation running through them as they just barely grazed your thigh. You didn’t notice the way he bit his lip, trying to will away the heat curling in his stomach.

And Patrick? Patrick realized, in that moment, he was in trouble.

Suddenly you yawned, your tongue coming out to lick your slightly dry lips, your body slouching against your mattress, and your legs spreading as you grew a little lazy. “You should stay the night. I don’t want you driving back to your hotel this late.”

“Yes sir…” The brunette mumbled sarcastically, his eyes scanning the way your body flexed underneath your clothes, your white beater hugging you tight, basketball shorts sliding down your thighs, your boxer briefs showing just slightly on your thighs. You breathed out an amused breath at his dry tone.

Patrick forced himself to focus on the movie, eyes locked on the screen but seeing absolutely nothing except your reflection through the screen. The warmth of your thigh resting on his, the subtle rise and fall of your breath—it was too much. His pulse pounded in his throat, his fingers drumming anxiously against the mattress.

Patrick let out a slow breath through his nose, tilting his head back against the wall and squeezing his eyes shut. He willed himself to think about something—anything—other than the video still burned into his mind. The way your voice had sounded, the way your tongue had moved… fuck he was so hard, he was throbbing… your hands, the way they looked squeezing her thighs, your goatee, dripping with her fluids.

Stop it. Stop thinking about it.

“Wanna get high?”

“Absolutely.”

The movie had been done and over with, Berleezy now playing in the background as the both of them laid on their backs, passing the jay back and forth. “You ever kissed a boy before?” Substance encouragement.

“What?- ack!-“ you choked out the smoke, the thick gas puffing from your throat as you tried to catch your breath as Patrick just cackled at you.

“You good?” Patrick teased, his grin barely visible in the dim light of the laptop screen. You sat up slightly, coughing out the last bit of smoke. “What kind of question is that?” Patrick shrugged, taking the jay from your fingers. “Just wondering.” He took a slow hit, eyes locked on yours as he exhaled. “You ever think about it?” You scoffed, shaking your head. “Bro, no.” But the way your voice wavered at the end—too quick, too defensive—made Patrick smirk.

“Nah?” He shifted closer, his shoulder brushing yours. “Not even once? Not even, like… curiosity?”

You swallowed, the heat from his body sinking into your skin. Patrick always had this way of pushing boundaries, but this felt different. More deliberate. You laughed, but it came out uneasy. “Why? You trying to get me to say something?” Patrick grinned, leaning in just a fraction more. “Maybe. Or maybe I just think you’d like it.” You exhaled through your nose, shaking your head. “You’re smoking dick.”

“And you’re avoiding the question,” Patrick shot back. He flicked the lighter absentmindedly, the small flame dancing between you before disappearing again. “If you’re so sure you wouldn’t like it, then prove it.”

You frowned. “What?”

“Kiss me.”

Your stomach flipped. It physically felt like you were about to spit it up. “Bro—”

Patrick just tilted his head, challenging. “One kiss. If it’s nothing, then it’s nothing. But if you can’t do it, maybe it’s because you don’t wanna know what it means.” The room felt smaller. Tighter. The laughter from the laptop felt distant like it belonged to a different world. You looked at him—really looked at him—the sharp line of his jaw, the way his lips parted just slightly like he was already expecting your answer.

Your mouth felt dry. “You’re really serious?”

Patrick nodded. “Yeah.”

Silence. Then, before you could talk yourself out of it, you leaned in. You never pulled away from a challenge, even as gay as this one. Your heart pounded as the space between you disappeared. It was slow—hesitant—like giving yourself time to back out. But Patrick didn’t move away. If anything, he leaned in too, his breath warm against your lips.

Then, it happened.

Soft. Just a press of lips, barely anything, but the second it did, something inside you flipped over, like the first drop on a rollercoaster. It should’ve been weird, should’ve been a joke—but it wasn’t. You pulled back too fast like you’d been burned. “Shit,” you muttered, running a hand through your locs. “Okay. There. Happy?” Patrick just stared at you, eyes darker now, unreadable. His tongue darted out, wetting his lips like he was still tasting you. “That’s all you got?”

You huffed out a nervous laugh, shaking your head. “Bro, shut up.” What the hell was he saying?

“I’m just saying,” he said, that teasing lilt still in his voice, but there was something else under it now—something heavier. “Felt like you were holding back.” You rolled your eyes. “Oh, so now you’re a kissing coach?” “Nah.” Patrick leaned back on his elbows, stretching out like this was nothing to him. “But I know when someone’s not being honest with themselves.” Get the damn hint. Was this considered manipulation?

That got you. Your jaw tightened, and you turned away, staring at the laptop. You tried to focus on whatever Berleezy was saying, but the words just blurred together.

Patrick nudged you. “Yo.”

You didn’t look at him. “What?”

“Did you hate it?”

You opened your mouth—ready to fire off something quick, something dismissive—but nothing came out. Patrick’s voice dropped, softer now. “You liked it, didn’t you?” You swallowed hard. Every instinct told you to deny it, to laugh it off, to push him away. But you couldn’t. Because the truth sat heavy in your chest, buzzing in your veins like the smoke still lingering in your lungs.

Finally, you exhaled. “Yeah,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Patrick’s smile was slow, knowing. He sat up, reaching for the jay again. “Told you.”

You shook your head, a nervous chuckle slipping out. “You’re a dick head.”

Patrick just grinned. “Maybe.” He took a hit, then passed it to you, his fingers brushing yours a little too long. “But now what?” You hesitated, looking down at the burning ember before taking a slow drag. You let the smoke sit in your chest, let the weight of the moment settle. Then, exhaling, you turned back to him. “I don’t know,” you admitted. “But I think I wanna find out.”

Patrick's smirk softened, something warmer slipping into his eyes. He nodded once.

Then, without hesitation, he leaned in again.

This time, there was no teasing, no hesitation. His lips met yours with more confidence, testing, pressing-like he was trying to figure out just how much of this you could handle. And, to his surprise, you didn't pull away.

You kissed him back.

It was awkward at first, both of you adjusting, hands twitching with uncertainty. Patrick's breath was warm, his lips softer than you expected, and for a moment, neither of you knew what to do with your hands. But then, instinct kicked in. Patrick's fingers skimmed the side of your jaw, tilting your face just slightly as he deepened the kiss, slow and unhurried. You responded naturally, melting into it, letting yourself feel the heat, the weight, the quiet thrill of something you shouldn't be doing but didn't want to stop.

And just when the awkwardness faded, when it started to feel good-really good— Patrick suddenly pulled back like he'd been electrocuted.

His eyes were wide, lips still wet, chest rising and falling. Then, like a switch flipped in his brain, panic settled into his face.

"Wait. Shit." He swallowed hard, staring at you like he'd just remembered something terrible. "You have a girlfriend."

You blinked, still dazed, lips buzzing. You saw the way Patrick's entire body tensed, the way his breathing grew uneven like he was really processing what just happened.

But you? You just shrugged. "She doesn't care."

Patrick's face scrunched in confusion. “What—what do you mean she doesn't care?”

You exhaled, not wanting to talk about it, not wanting to ruin this-whatever this was.

So, instead of answering, you reached forward, gripping the collar of Patrick's hoodie and pulling him back in. You reached behind you, the joint getting snubbed out against the mini fridge, and you locked in.

And this time, when you kissed him, it wasn't hesitant or awkward. It was intentional. Patrick let out a muffled sound of surprise but didn't resist. He let you take control, let you push your lips against his with more pressure, more urgency. His fingers curled around your wrist like he wanted to stop you-but he didn't.

Instead, he gave in.

A soft sigh left his lips as his body relaxed, his hands sliding down your arms, gripping you back. Whatever confusion, whatever conflict he had-it disappeared in the heat of your mouth, the way your tongue brushed against his, the way your fingers dug into his hoodie like you didn't want to let go.

And for now, he let himself forget.

He couldn’t get enough of you, and he was beginning to get greedy. He didn’t want to push your boundaries, he didn’t want you to run away from him, but he couldn’t help it, the throbbing pain in his sweatpants just wanting some kind of relief. So he rubs his hips on the side of your thigh, a surprised grunt leaving the both of your mouths as you feel each other's excitement.

The both of you broke the kiss, your breaths heavy, lips wet, and hearts faster than your minds right now. The both of you didn’t say anything, your eyes doing all of the talking.

I don’t think we should do this.

Why not, you said it was okay.

Can I touch you?

I don’t know.

Please?

You swallowed thickly, before nodding, and Patrick didn’t waste any more time, sitting up on his knees and making his way between your thighs. You watched him with low eyes as his fingers slipped under your shorts, your hands nervously gripping the sheets as his thumb teased your half-hardened length over the shorts. “Patrick, man…” You breathed out, head falling back to the pillow, as your hips twitched upwards. This didn’t go past the brunette, his lips turning up into a smirk as he started pulling down your shorts with your boxers, his grey eyes trailing down your treasure trail, and your buzzed pubic hair.

He honestly couldn’t believe this was happening right now, years of just imagining what you looked like naked, nights of him stroking his dick to the thought of you and him, or to just you.

Finally, he gets to see you.

“Wait…pat…” You didn’t quite understand why you were saying wait, your hand already sliding into his black curls as his tongue licked up the length of your cock, lips sucking onto your frenulum before taking your leaking cock into his mouth, the taste of your pre-cum finally being on his tongue after years of wanting you caused him to groan into you, your thighs tensing from that delicious vibration. “Oh shit…oh shit” you groaned a little louder as his mouth slid down your length, his mouth hot and wet. He couldn’t take it all, but he sure as hell tried, like he was trying to prove that he was better than her, that he could get you off better. He could feel you grow inside his mouth, your cock fully hardened and hitting the back of his throat.

You could tell he was struggling, his throat tightening as he tried to hold in his gags. “Slow, slow… yeah, just like that…mmm…” If he wants to please you, then you’ll just enjoy it, and coach him how to do it right. Fuck. Patrick groaned around you from your breathy encouragement, his glassy eyes looking up at you, but your head was tilted back, rested back against the pillow while your hand was firmly gripping at the strands in his head.

He couldn’t stop himself anymore, his cock in his boxers starting to hurt from the neglect. So he began grinding his hips against the bed, the rough sticky material rubbing against his length deliciously. You couldn’t even keep your eyes open, your mind fuzzy but your senses in ten. Your teeth clenched tightly as his mouth messily licked and sucked on your balls, your stomach caving in and a low whimper leaving your throat as his hand stroked you slowly, taking his time. He didn’t want it to end, he wanted to keep you just like this, all to him. “Mng…gonna fucking cum, oh fuuck, ‘m gonna cum,” you finally looked down at him as you announced your release, that familiar tight feeling twitching at your nuts, his anticipation soaring from the thought of tasting you, in having you in a way that wasn’t platonic.

“Yes, please…” his voice was raspy, drool down his mouth as he lazily suckled on your tip, hot tongue almost suctioning to the underside of your head, almost as if he was sucking on a straw. It felt like he was sucking the life out of you, your toes curling and brows pushing together as you watched your best friend bring you there, bringing you to that edge. “Pat, Patrick-“ you tried to warn him, the hand that was in his curls tugging to try to pull him away.

You were about to cum, you were about to cum in Patrick’s mouth, your best friend since- forever. He didn’t detach from you, his hips rolling even harder into the bed. He almost disassociates, cum the only thing on his mind right now. You didn’t bother wasting your breath in warning him again, one hand tightening in his hair as you pushed his mouth down on you, and the other one tightening on the sheets. With a guttural groan, your eyes fluttering and your hips raised, he almost gagged when your hips twitched upwards, your cum squirting- hot and fast into the back of his throat.

He was right there behind you, a whimper, almost something feminine like a whine leaving his throat as he swallowed your load, his cock twitching and his hips stuttering as he spoiled his underwear, ruining the inside with his slick. “Fuck…” he breathed out, your hand in his hair pulling away as you laid slack against the mattress. You needed a few seconds of nonverbal time.

The two of you lay in a tense yet comfortable silence. The two of you couldn’t believe that just happened, yet you weren’t uncomfortable, the high easing your anxiety yet your body tensed with want. You wanted it again.

You looked over to him, his back now resting against the bed and your shoulders pressed against each other. Then you reached for his hand, your pinky nervously grazing his knuckles before he got the hint and just linked your fingers together. “Um…” you mumbled, eyes moving upwards to stare at the popcorn ceilings. “Yeah?…” he whispered, his gaze not meeting yours, also staring at the ceiling. “I don’t want to seem gay or whatever…” you said, a hint of a smile in your voice as you joked, and Patrick grinned with a huff of laughter. “ but I kinda wanna do that again….”

Patrick’s grin lingered, but there was something else behind it now—something softer. He squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your skin.

“Yeah?” he murmured.

You swallowed, your heartbeat picking up even though neither of you was looking at each other. “Yeah.”

Silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was the kind of quiet that settled in when something unspoken was hanging in the air, waiting to be acknowledged.

Then, Patrick exhaled, shifting slightly so his knee knocked against yours. “Well,” he started, voice low, teasing, but careful. “What’s stopping you?”

You finally turned your head to look at him, and he was staring at you now, his expression unreadable.

And suddenly, everything felt different.

Like something between you had shifted for good.

You hesitated, then squeezed his hand back, grounding yourself. “Nothing, I guess.”

Patrick hummed. “Then…” He tilted his head, his smirk returning. “C’mon.”

“Can you record me this time? Kayla likes stuff like this…”

[heroesrest64]

Haunting Heroes

Other parts: 1 2

Chapter 3: The Witching Hour

Chapter summary: The heroes have a small request they’d like to ask of you, and discuss how to go about asking. Everything goes to plan… for the most part.

Warning: Derealization towards the end :P

You can read the chapter here on ao3

Chapter under the cut :)

A list of nicknames for this chapter:

Botw Link/ Wild- Spice

WW Link/ Wind- Puddles

SS Link/ Sky- Dreamer

TP Link/ Twilight- Jimmy

FS Link/ Four- Winter

ALttP Link/ Legend- Whisper

The witching hour is the one time a day all of the old Heroes of Hyrule can move freely and do what they want. They gather in the office space, lounging around or browsing the titles of some of the books on display. Four points to one, and Wild pulls it down, where it lands on the door with a muffled thump.

“Hey! No reading. We need to talk while we still have the chance!” Legend snaps, attempting to kick the book away, only for his foot to go through it.

“Idiot. Only Wild can interact with objects.” Warriors rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Well you don’t count as an object, so why don’t I kick you.” Legend hisses, already winding his foot back, only to pause when Time quietly floats into the room with Twilight trailing behind.

“Good. Everybody’s here. I’d like for us to start this meeting while the witching hour is still young.” Time hums, standing in the middle of the room while everyone else scrambles to attention.

“As we all know, there’s a new resident in the house. In the past, residents could only barely interact with us, and even then, only one or two of us would be noticed. But this new resident is different. They can and already have interacted with all of us, and they’re actively trying to communicate with us now.“

“What do you think it means?” Hyrule asks, leaning forward until his feet come off the floor.

“I’m unsure. One thing I do know, is that they are not a threat, they’re not here to harm, nor do they come searching for fame or fortune. I think, if anyone, we can trust them.” Time looks at each of the boys gathered, all tired, and trapped in this place with no way to escape. Even during the witching hour they can‘t go any further than the edge of the front yard. But perhaps this new person can be of assistance.

“That's nice and all, but we can barely talk with them. How are we supposed to ask for help like this?” Legend scowls and gestures to his transparent body. Time smiles, a knowing glint in his eye.

“You will talk to them. Tomorrow is the start of their weekend. We will do whatever it takes to keep them awake until the hour strikes, then you will converse. Tell them about our anchors. At the very least, if the anchors can all be gathered in the same place, we’ll all be able to go the same distance. Wild won’t be trapped in the kitchen anymore, Sky will be able to leave their room, and Twilight will be able to enter the house again.“

Legend looks rightfully irritated at the new job, but doesn’t argue, instead crossing his arms over his chest.

“Fine, fine. Shouldn’t be too hard, I guess… as long as the others can lead them to their anchors easily enough.” Legend quirks a brow at the three usually trapped spirits, who all give their affirmations one way or another.

“Then it’s settled. Tomorrow we make our move.” Warriors decides, before seeming to realize something, “oh and could you maybe tell them our actual nicknames? Vanity just feels a little… on the nose.”

“I will tell them everyone’s real names besides yours.” Legend taunts, and the two begin tussling on the floor.

“My money’s on Leg!” Wind shouts, laughing as they simply roll through him then into the kitchen with their playfighting.

~~

“Movie night with some ghosts… Never thought those would be words that come out of my mouth.” You hum as you wait for your microwave popcorn to finish. “Do you guys even eat? And wait- you can’t even leave the kitchen, how are you gonna watch the movie in the living room?” You ask, quirking your brow at your spice rack. What has your life come to, that you talk to a spice rack like it’s an actual human being.

The cayenne pepper lifts up from its place on the rack and floats through the kitchen until it reaches the doorway leading into the living room. Ah. So that’s how Spice will get a view of the living room tv.

“Cool. I’ll adjust the screen so you can get a better look. As for my first question… I guess I’ve never seen the rest of you eat, but I started doing some research, and it looks like ghosts can at least kind of… observe? Food? Specifically, it looks like some ghosts like smelling food, even if you can’t eat it.” The microwave beeps, and you pull out the finished bag of popcorn before dumping it in a bowl.

“So I was thinking of separating this into bowls so everyone can have their own.” You shake the popcorn bowl and smile in the direction of your spice rack, where Spice moves your sugar bowl forward, as if to say ‘That’s sweet of you’. You grin, grabbing a bunch of mismatched bowls and pouring some popcorn into the different containers.

“I know a few of you are kind of stuck, so could you get Puddles to guide me on where to set all of these up?” You ask, and while Spice doesn’t respond for a little bit, you do eventually feel some water drip down your arm.

“Puddles! Ready to help me?” You greet, already following the water trail he leaves behind as he guides you to your room. Dreamer must actually be trapped here, given you haven’t experienced your strange dreams when not sleeping in your room. “Hey roomie. Dunno if you’ve heard about movie night, but we’ve got some popcorn for ya and I brought my phone to stream some shows. How does Avatar The Last Airbender sound?” You suggest, waving your phone with the show already pulled up. One drop of water hits your hand, and you happily drop off the bowl of popcorn and set up your phone so the ghost can watch it while laying in bed.

Next up is Spice, who wants his bowl set up on a little table sitting between your living room and kitchen, and lastly, Jimmy. Puddles insists he wants the bowl sat on the windowsill just outside the living room, and you oblige despite your misgivings about bugs and other pests coming in. Rightly so, it seems, as Jimmy comes fluttering to your windowsill in seconds and begins chowing down on your offered popcorn.

With everyone all set up, and the rest of the bowls set out on the coffee table in the middle of your living room, you finally flop down on your couch, only to feel pins and needles crawl up your spine and through your ass.

“Winter! Oh my godesses I didn’t know you were there. I'm so sorry!” You shout as you roll away from the invading cold. The vague feeling of a chilling hand ghosts your shoulder, gripping it in what you think is supposed to be reassurance but only feels like literal death has set its hands on you.

The moment passes, and you awkwardly clear your throat before clicking your TV on. At first you thought you’d put on some horror movies, but that felt a little too on the nose, so you settled for some good old fashioned Great British Bake Off. Spice seemed absolutely ecstatic if the sound of your kitchen drawers opening and closing was anything to go by.

All in all, it was a great way to end the first day of your weekend, and you could feel yourself slowly drifting off to sleep amongst the heavy British accents and the smell of buttered popcorn, only to shoot awake when a fucking icicle decided to prod at your stomach.

“What the fuck! Winter, the hell?!” You shout, shooting awake and wiping the drool that was definitely not forming at the corner of your mouth.

Of course, the ghost doesn’t reply, and you’re left to stare at where you assume he is in mild alarm and curiosity. Maybe he didn’t want you falling asleep on him by accident?

“Okay… Sorry for almost falling asleep on you? But don’t poke me like that in the future. It hurts.” You shake your head, turning your attention back to your tv. Looks like you missed a couple episodes.

This time, you really do try to stay awake a little longer. It’s nearly three when you feel yourself slipping again, but then you hear it. Your sister calling out from the hallway.

“Mm? Whossat?” You slur, sitting up and peeking over your couch at where the voice is coming from.

“Silly. It’s me.” Your sister's voice responds in broken, stilted tones, and you squint, trying to process just what the fresh heck is going on. That couldn’t possibly be your sister. Who else could talk to you, though? One of the ghosts-?

“Oh, Whisper. Did you need something? I can-“ you start, only to be interrupted

“No! Stay over there.” The voice fizzes and jolts, like it’s coming through a broken radio. It sounds like they’re trying to string together phrases with a minimal vocabulary. Still, the urgency in their voice sets off alarm bells in your head.

“Okay. I’m staying right here. Do you need help?” You try asking one more time, twisting around in your seat to get a better look at your hallway.

“Need help.” Your voice echoes back at you, and you shiver. This ghost can mimic you just as easily as anyone else. That’s… a concerning thought.

“Help with what? I can’t know unless you tell me.” You shrug, and begin shifting off of the couch. A stinging cold bites into your stomach, but all you can do is hiss and fight through it. You feel like you need to find the source of the voice. Obviously, they need help!

“Find… objects. Friends. Need help.” The voice is an odd mix mash of your own and your sister’s, you know that, but it feels like there’s a fog in your head gently coaxing you further into your house. The lights begin to flicker, but your gaze is steadily fixated on your darkened hallway.

Cold water splashes onto your face, but you barely notice. You need to get to them. You need to help them. The doorway leading to your office is right there, and you know they’re inside. You just need to open it up.

“Don’t.” The voice commands, but it only seems to draw you deeper. Your hand makes contact with the door, but as soon as you open it, the world goes black and you feel your body collapsing.

[nephilimeq]

Someday

Prompt: Babysitting

@bucktommyfluffebruary

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/62721625/chapters/161651215

Tommy scrambled to get the house ready, wondering how the hell it had happened that he and Buck were hosting all of the 118’s kids that weekend.

He picked up the wedding ring quilt from the back of the couch, not wanting to risk anything happening to it, and folded it and decided to put it up in their room for the time being.

In less than an hour they would have Jee, Denny, Mara, Nia, and Christopher all there at the house because Howie, Maddie, Hen, Karen, and Eddie were all going to be gone for the next two days because of a medical conference and spa weekend in Palm Springs. Technically, three of them didn’t even have to go, but apparently there was a spa there that they had all been dying to try, and everything had lined up perfectly, so the team had asked Tommy and Evan if they could watch the kids.

Of course they could, why wouldn’t they? It’s not like they had any other plans that weekend.

…but now he was panicking.

His mind raced as he wondered how they were all going to be comfortable.

Chris would be sharing Tommy’s old office with Denny, while the girls would be put up in the guest room with their own bathroom, of course—but what about feeding them all? Sure, Evan was an amazing cook and regularly cooked more than they needed (they usually had leftovers for days), but they were dealing with kids and kids didn’t like the same things that adults like, so what the hell were they going to do about that? And what about keeping them entertained? And what about—

“Tommy, I can hear your brain short-circuiting from over here,” his boyfriend said, gently interrupting his racing thoughts. “Whatever you’re worrying about, stop. We’ll figure it out together. We’ve got this,” he added as he stepped towards him and rubbed his shoulders.

“Do we?” the airman quipped, gripping the forgotten quilt tightly in his hand.

Soft fingers gently pried his own fingers loose and Evan gave him a look.

“We do. It’s just for two nights and then we can give them back to their parents. I’m cooking up a large batch of my homemade macaroni and cheese, a special recipe that even the kids will love, and they can all eat it, I checked with their parents,” he said as he walked them up to their bedroom. “They also all like Disney and it turns out that the girls are all adrenaline junkies, so I’ve picked out a couple of kid safe action movies for them to watch. There’s lots of extra popcorn for the movies and I picked up two twelve packs of soda on the way home,” he said as he placed the quilt over the end of their bed.

Tommy finally nodded and let out a sigh, feeling some of the tension leave him, running a hand through the back of his hair as he said, “Yeah, okay. We’ve got this…oh, but what about showers and baths? How, how is that gonna work?”

Evan tilted his head.

“You know what, I dunno. But we’ll talk to them when they get here, and we’ll figure it out. I have a shower chair that Chris can use when it’s his turn, so don’t worry about that,” he added, patting his arm as he walked past him back into the hallway, and he stared after his boyfriend for a moment, appreciating his preparedness.

After a moment he followed after him, saying, “Okay, so we have some movies. But what about the rest of the time? We can’t just sit them in front a screen!” he argued, feeling the panic rise in the back of his throat once more—

—but yet again, his boyfriend had an answer.

“They all like soccer,” Evan said, opening the front hall closet and pulling out one of the soccer balls that he owned, “And we have a back yard. They’ll be fine, Tommy.”

Okay, yeah, sure. They’d be fine.

--

“Thanks, Uncle Tommy!” Mara called out as she sipped at the lemonade he’d given her, and he smiled and tried not to react to her calling him Uncle Tommy, simply waving at her from the back door as she went out and sat on the blanket on the grass next to Denny, Nia, and Christopher, the soccer ball just off to the side, while Jee sat on Evan’s lap coloring in some of his tattoos with a water-based marker.

She had tried the soccer ball for a little bit but had gotten tired, so Evan had grabbed the markers and told her to go to town on his arms.

Tommy stared at them for a moment, and then back at the rest of the kids, marveling at the fact that things had been going so well.

Maddie and Chimney had showed up first, of course, giving the two of them all of the instructions—and then Evan had cut his sister off with a friendly glare and had said, “Believe it or not, I do know her routine, you guys,” and then had summarily pushed them back out the door.

About fifteen minutes after them, Hen and Karen had arrived with their three kids, and their brood had all piled into the living room and quickly set up their various electronics to charge. Hen had rolled her eyes and said, “Just make sure they get up and move around at some point,” while Karen had been a bit more serious and had pulled Tommy to the side and practically begged him to make sure they spent as little time on their phones as possible, and he had reassured her that he would.

Another twenty minutes later Eddie and Christopher showed up, the teen looking annoyed at not being allowed to be left alone for a weekend, and Tommy could understand his frustration, which was why he was putting almost no pressure on him to do anything.

In fact, he had made a deal with Evan for over the next two days they would let Christopher have as much autonomy as possible.

“Dude, Iron Man would totally beat Green Lantern!” Tommy heard one of the kids say, and he swiveled his head and grinned when he heard Christopher reply, “Are you kidding me, Denny? Stark would…would not even…stand a chance! The ring is…all powerful!”

“Nano tech, dude! He would remove the ring and win!”

A friendly argument ensued, during which Evan looked up at Tommy and asked, “Who’s your favorite superhero?”

“Not really a superhero person, to be honest. I like the complex characters. Like Daredevil,” he admitted, and his boyfriend shook his head and said, “Why am I not surprised? I’m, uh…I’m a fan of of Hawkeye, myself. He keeps up with all those superheroes all on his own merit, you know? Can’t help but admire that.”

He smiled…

…and then he heard one of the kids shout a bit too loud for it just be a friendly argument or horseplay, and without even thinking about it, Tommy turned towards them and raised his voice and said, “Hey, what’s going on over there?” and they suddenly went silent…and then Mara called out, “Nothing! Never mind!” and he resettled against the doorjamb with his arms crossed over his chest, keeping a wary eye on them, hoping that it was genuinely nothing.

The sound of Evan chuckling reached his ears, and he looked down to see him smiling up at him, and asked, “What?”

“Nothing, just…you went all ‘dad’ voice there. You’re, uh…you’re kinda good at this…”

He flushed and ducked his head, suddenly feeling self-conscious—he then muttered, “Not really, just…you know. Observant,” but Evan continued to smile up at him, uncaring of the way Jee had moved from his left forearm to his right forearm, using a bright pink on one of his tattoos.

--

“Food is ready!”

The sound of four sets of feet stampeding down the hall, followed by a more sedate pace of another pair of feet, told him that they were on their way, and he grabbed the paper plates, Evan having told him that it was easier to deal with disposables when dealing with kids.

They came barreling around the corner and Tommy barely dodged, lifting the pan of cheesy goodness high above their heads.

“Whoa! This is a no running zone! I catch you running, you forfeit your dinner to me!” he said, and they all immediately stopped running and he grinned. It was a technique that his Nona had used with him when he was a kid and had visited her house during special occasions—it had always worked on him, and he was pleased to see that it still worked on the younger generations. He then ushered them towards the table and asked, “Did everyone wash their hands?” and was met with a chorus of ‘yes’.

“Good. Dinner is served,” he said, placing the food in front of them, catching a glimpse of Evan over his shoulder bringing over the drinks from the fridge, each one of them getting a water and a soda, so that they had the option, saying that it was better for them to be allowed to choose which they wanted.

“This looks good,” said Christopher, and Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause Evan made it,” he replied, reaching down and ruffling the teen’s hair, smiling as he pulled away from the affectionate gesture. Ah, teenagers.

His boyfriend then sat down at the end of the table with his own plate and the airman joined him, watching as Evan helped Jee with her own food—and then was taken off guard when Nia spoke up from her place on the other side of Mara, saying, “How come you’re the only one who calls Uncle Buck ‘Evan’?” as she stretched to grab the salt, and he gave her a look.

Tommy hesitated…but then honestly answered, “Well, that’s actually a funny story. Do you guys wanna hear it?”

And just like that, every eye at the table was on the firefighter pilot and he grinned.

Chuckling, he explained, “When I first met him, it was when the Captain was lost on the cruise at sea. They needed help to fly into the hurricane, so your dad,” he pointed at Jee, “And your dad,” he pointed at Christopher, “Came to me for my help, along with this guy, right here.” He jabbed his thumb at his boyfriend. “And when he introduced himself he told me his name was Evan Buckley, and so I just called him Evan and he never corrected me. I actually thought he was pulling my leg,” he confessed in a loud whisper, leaning in. “But then I found out later that he liked me and didn’t correct me because he liked me…”

At that, the girls giggled while the boys rolled their eyes and Tommy found himself staring fondly at his boyfriend, who looked embarrassed by the story, even though he found it utterly endearing and wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.

“That’s romantic,” Nia said as she stirred her mac and cheese, and Maya agreed.

“It really is.”

Tommy nudged Evan’s shoulder with his own and gave him a look, and said, “Yeah, well, I like the romantic movies. I thought it was sweet,” and went back to eating dinner. The rest of the meal went by with relative ease, the kids being mostly good, with only a small argument here and there over who had eaten more.

By the time dessert rolled around, everyone was sprawled out through the living room, and Tommy smiled as Evan stood in front of the kids and said, “Okay, here are your options. We have MotoCrossed—a classic, How to Train Your Dragon—all three films, Where the Wild Things Are, and—of course—the Goonies. So…what’ll it be?” he asked, looking eager to watch absolutely any of them, and Tommy grinned, knowing that Evan had only seen most of those movies in the past two years because he hadn’t had the chance before.

Denny suddenly spoke up, saying, “How about we put it to a vote?” and all the other kids nodded, except for Jee who was focused on coloring a page of her coloring book.

The four older kids exchanged a look and then nodded, and Tommy watched with a fond smile as they figured it out among themselves, with How to Train Your Dragon winning out in a unanimous vote.

Eventually they all settled, and Tommy and Evan brought them popcorn to eat while they watched, and eventually around the middle of the second movie each one of them started to drift off, eyelids heavy with exhaustion, Jee curled up in the crook of the airman’s arm, one of her small hands gripping tightly to his henley, wrinkling the fabric, already completely asleep.

“I’m gonna go get the beds ready,” Evan whispered into his ear, and he nodded.

Tommy watched as he walked away, marveling at how easiy his boyfriend took to a parenting role, every part of it coming naturally to him, and Tommy knew that if he was physically capable of it, he would get his boyfriend pregnant in a heartbeat. God, he wanted to have kids with him so badly, and it honestly took him off guard how deep that ache went, all the way down to his bones, and he had the feeling that it would show up later in their bedroom in an interesting way.

Within the next half an hour they had managed to get everyone to bed, including Jee, even though she had been clinging to him like a limpet.

“God, she adores you, doesn’t she?” Evan said softly as Tommy pried her off and left her in bed.

He shook his head and joined him in the doorway, glancing back at the three girls, who were all fast asleep, looking perfectly content, and then whispered into his boyfriend’s ear, “She adores you, too, I was just the most recent target for the night. C’mon, let’s go clean up.”

They headed back downstairs and finished cleaning up and then collapsed on the couch.

“Night one, done.”

Tommy looked at Evan and smirked and said, “You sound tired, Evan. You sure you can make it another day?”

His boyfriend smiled back at him and quipped, “You bet your ass I can, old man. What about you? I mean, between the two of us, you’re the one that I would worry about,” he added with a sly grin, and the airman tilted his head and regarded him for a moment, debating how he should respond…

…and then said, “I think can handle it.”

They exchanged a soft look.

Tommy was taken off guard when Evan suddenly remarked, “You ever think about, you know…having kids?” and he hesitated a moment before answering—but then said, “Yeah, I guess I have. I’ve always thought that if I did have kids, then I would do it better than my dad did, at least…”

Evan curled up closer to him, nudging his shoulder up to his…and murmured just below a whisper, “I think you’d make a great dad,” and he felt his breath catch in his throat at his words, but didn’t know how to respond, and so said nothing, instead wrapping his arm around his boyfriend’s shoulders and pulled him in closer. They sat there for a long time, basking in the silence that came from a well enjoyed day, and to Tommy the silence felt fuller knowing that there were five very happy and content kids upstairs. He traced his fingers over Evan’s tattoos, which still had faint shades of pinks and greens from where Jee had colored them in, and he smiled, amused at the sight.

They stayed that way for a while, taking in the moment—

—which was abruptly interrupted by a small voice on the stairs behind them saying, “Can I have a drink of water?”

Jee.

They exchanged a look.

“Rock, paper, scissors?” he suggested, and Evan snorted.

“Yeah, right.”

--

A day and a half later, they watched as the last of the kids were picked up by Hen and Karen, all three of them laughing and practically bouncing on their toes as they made their way to the car, while Hen and Karen thanked them for the weekend.

“Seriously, you have no idea how badly we needed this,” Hen said, and Karen nodded.

“We needed this,” she emphasized.

Tommy chuckled and said, “Hey, no need to explain. Your kids were great, and we had a good time,” and Evan said from his side, “We had a great time! Your kids are awesome,” and both women shook their heads and exchanged an amused glance.

“Yeah, they’re always good for strangers. Trust me, the instant we get home all hell will be unleashed,” Karen explained with a wry glance. “But still, we’re glad that they were good for you. How’d they do with Christopher and Jee?” she asked, looking genuinely curious, and Tommy grinned and answered, “They were great with them. In fact, I’m pretty sure that your kids are now trying to plan a movie night sometime in the next week. Be prepared.”

“Oh, great. Just what we need,” drawled Hen, casting a look back at her kids who were chatting away at a mile a minute as they strapped themselves into their seats.

Evan gave each of his friends a look.

“Hey, I think it’s great. Kids need friends like that…”

They nodded and then headed for their car, Hen saying over her shoulder, “Thanks again, guys,” and Tommy quickly shouted back, “Anytime!” just in time, and then they were pulling out o the driveway and he found that he was feeling rather bereft.

He let out a sigh and the two of them turned and headed back inside…and then Evan said from where he was in the kitchen, already cleaning up the remnants of their large breakfast, “You miss them already, don’t you?” and Tommy nodded.

“Yeah, I kinda do.”

He then walked over to the island, rested his hand on the edge, and softly admitted, “I think we should be dads someday,” and was thrilled when Evan gave him a slow, sweet smile in response, stopping in the middle of putting away dishes to move around the island and slip his arms around the airman’s waist, and then press a quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. Tommy stared at his boyfriend for a second and then said, “So…you’re okay with that idea?”

Evan grinned.

“Like I said last night, I think you’ll be a great dad. And we could be great dads together…”

Tommy smiled.

Time to buy a goddamn ring.

[toxicstarboy]

Crazy Killer 💋

Killer/yandere! Idol! Bangchan x Male! Reader

Summary: a crazy killer is going around South Korea. They kill anyone who has had any interaction with a certain lover to a famous idol. Unknowingly, the killer being the closest person to his boyfriend, Bangchan himself. The only question you can ask yourself is, ‘do you forgive him?’ Unexpectedly, you do more than forgive him.

Warnings: murder, kidnapping, yandere tendencies, violence, manipulation, and MANIC READER. Let me know if I missed anything.

The younger of the two eats the fruits off his plate. M/n chews slowly. His eyes staying on his plate. He tried not to look too flustered at the stares of Bangchan who sat across from him. His eyes stared intensely on M/n with a look of love and affection.

M/n finds himself looking up and him and smiling. “What? Do I have something on my face?” M/n questions as he playfully wipes his face. He knew there was nothing on his face, but he couldn’t help teasing Bangchan. Bangchan chuckles deeply and shakes his head.

“No, you don’t actually. You’re just..really beautiful darling.” Bangchan admits confidently. His lips in a form of a smirk. M/n scoffs playfully and rolls his eyes, “yeah, yeah. I’m pretty. I know that already.” M/n jokes,“Tell me something I don’t know.” His hands reaching over and holding Bangchan’s.

Bangchan laughs and kisses the back of M/n’s hands. “Fine. You’re absolutely drop dead wrong about everything.” Bangchan teases him. Bangchan knew about M/n’s huge annoyance being called wrong. He was too stubborn for that.

M/n stares at him in shock before he starts to laugh, “you are so mean.” He looks into Bangchan’s eyes before he leans forward and kisses him. “But..I love you, so I have to deal with your bullshit.” The (brunette, black, red, etc.) haired boy speaks against Bangchan’s lips.

Just as M/n was about to go back to kissing Bangchan’s plump lips. A bang sounds through their house. “Hmm? What was that?” He looks around. Bangchan clenched his jaw as he watched M/n look around. “I don’t know. But it’s most likely nothing darling.” Bangchan squeezes his hands comfortingly.

M/n nods, “you’re right. I’m gonna use the bathroom before we watch our movies yeah?” He says as he stands up and walks away to the bathroom. Bangchan watches him silently until he was out of sight. Bangchan rushes down to the basement and pulls open the secret chamber.

“What the fuck did I say about making noise when my husband is home?” Bangchan snaps. He knew M/n wasn’t his husband, yet, but it doesn’t mean he won’t say it. Bangchan stares at the woman on the ground who was sobbing with the rag in her mouth. “You bitch. First, you insult and degrade my husband, which is MY job. Second, you can’t stay still or quiet. What else do I need to do to teach you a lesson.”

Bangchan watches as she stares at him pleasingly. He already cut off her hand, but if he needs to go further. He will. He never cared for anyone but his boyfriend, husband, his everything. He walks over before he kicks her across the face. Her sobs immediately stopping as she passes out. Bangchan scoffs before he turns and leaves. He locks the chamber door quickly before he races upstairs.

He sighs in relief when he doesn’t see M/n. He didn’t ever want M/n to find out about his secret. Bangchan wanted him and he didn’t know how his lover would react. He hurries and cleans up their plates and mess. He grabs snacks and a bag of chocolate covered popcorn.

He walks into the living room sitting on the couch. Bangchan grabs the remote and clicks the first movie, stopping it before it can start. He waits patiently for M/n. He looks down and sees a slight mark of blood on his shoe. ‘Fuck. I need to take these off and wash them. ‘

Bangchan didn’t even know why he kept his shoes on. M/n and him never kept their shoes on. He quickly takes them off and walks to the kitchen. He grabs a rag, soaking it with warm water before he expertly washes the blood off. He sets his shoes down by the front door.

He sits back down and smiles widely at his boyfriend when he walks in. “Hey, you spent a while in there..” Bangchan whispers. His smile showing concern, but his eyes showing a fake look. ‘Why the hell was he gone for so long? He doesn’t need to be away from me so long. I should tell him.’

Bangchan clears his throat as his leg begins to bounce up and down. “You don’t need to be gone that long, and if you are going to, you could warn me.” His words dark. M/n stares at him confused and chuckles nervously, “I’m sorry, I just got stuck watching videos on my phone. You know how I am..” he said.

Bangchan nods, “It’s fine. I’ll just go with you next time.” He whispers. He sighs and lays back into the couch. He looks at M/n again with a new look on his face. A warm look, comforting even. He sets the snacks down and opens his arms.

M/n smiles and immediately sits with him. His body automatically leaning close to his lover. He kisses him softly before he turns to the TV. Bangchan, who caught on, quickly starts the movie.

M/n open his eyes after closing them for a couple minutes. He looks up and sees Bangchan sleeping. He smiles and kisses his cheek. He slowly gets off his chest and body. When he finishes standing up he places the blanket back over his boyfriend. He grabs all of the trash. He goes to the trash can, trying to throw them away as soon as possible.

He wanted to go back to Bangchan and sleep in his arms. He stood in place when the sound of the same bang from earlier went through the house again. He looks around before he looks at the basement. He stares at the door cautiously and suspiciously. He was always scared of their basement, that’s why Bangchan said for him to stay away from it.

M/n gulps the saliva in his mouth before he walks to the basement door. He opens it before he walks down the stairs. He looks around the room, his eyes not missing one spot. He sighs in relief when he finds nothing suspicious.

But his relief is cut short when another bang comes from within the house. But it was immediately evident it was somewhere in the basement, maybe even near it. He whimpers softly as he looks around again. He doesn’t see anything before his eyes linger on the moved bookshelf.

A door? Since when have they had that? M/n’s breathing picks up as he walks closer to the door. Once he touches the handle a voice behind him stops his movements, “What are you doing?” M/n having to hold himself from flinching at the sound of Bangchan’s voice.

“B..baby?” M/n turns to him and smiles in comfort, “sorry, I heard another bang, like the one from earlier. It scared me, so I came down here. Since when did we have another door in here?” M/n questions as he turns to the door behind him.

Bangchan watches him with a look of numbness and anger. “I thought we both agreed you wouldn’t come near the basement, let alone in it.” His stare growing darker and harder. M/n turns to him and shrugs, “I..don’t know. Aren’t you curious what the noise is?” M/n asks.

Bangchan hums. It seemed he was in deep thought to M/n. And the truth is he was. ‘Should I just let him go in? I mean what’s it gonna do to let him see what I do in my spare time? I’ll just slowly make him fall in love with me again. Maybe even force him to stay, oh who am I kidding. I already plan on it.’

Bangchan smiles at M/n, “Fine. Let’s go inside.” M/n smiles back nervously, “can you maybe open the door? I..I’m kind of scared.” M/n mumbles. Bangchan steps forward and kisses M/n quickly before he moves him aside. He looks at M/n before he opens the door. The sound of the door sliding making the sound of shuffling quiet down.

Bangchan stares at M/n uncertain but half sane. He knew that M/n was staying whether he said no or not. He lets M/n step in before he steps in after him and shuts the door behind them. He watches as M/n stares at the woman on the floor. Her eyes puffy and red from crying.

Hell, it looked like she never stopped. “So? Is that what you wanted to see?” Bangchan asks. M/n keeps his gaze forward. He didn’t know what to do. ‘Why..why would Bangchan do this? I..don’t know how to feel. Should I feel mad? Sad? Scared? I kind of feel..turned on. He went insane because of me. Am I really that special?’

M/n turns to bangchan, but his eyes remain on the floor. “Di..Did you do this for me?” He licks his lips. Bangchan laughs, “of course I did. She was such a bitch to you. You don’t deserve that darling. Please, just see it from my point of view. Would you just let someone fuck with me? No. Just like how I will never let that happen to you while I’m around and alive.”

M/n opens his mouth to respond but he didn’t get the chance to as the woman behind them starts to squirm and sob again. He turns to her as she stares at him begging with her eyes and muffled words. Bangchan smirks as he grabs a knife near them. “You should prove yourself to me. That you love me as much as I love you, darling.”

The younger boy swallows nothing as he sees how Bangchan steps closer to him with the large knife. He..He couldn’t. He would never..no. “I..I don’t-” he gets cut off by Bangchan clenching his jaw with his larger hands. “Do you not love me? I mean, I did everything for you. I killed, I paid, I cooked, and I fucked the loving shit out of you. This is what I get?”

M/n whimpers at Bangchan’s intense words. Especially the idea of how much Bangchan has done for him, how he killed for him, paid for everything, cooked for him. And the fact Bangchan brought up their intense sex life, made him even hornier than before. M/n shakily lets out a breath before he grabs the knife. He wanted to prove himself. He needed to.

He hears Bangchan chuckles deeply, “good boy.” M/n looks at the woman before he gets on his knees near her. He watches as she stares terrified at him. But from the way she looked between the two made it seem like she was terrified FOR him. He raises his arm hesitantly and starts to stab her. A smile slowly making its way onto his face. He never felt so excited, yet dangerous before.

Bangchan laughs slightly at the sight, “that’s enough darling.” When he sees how intense M/n was getting. He didn’t need him getting any messier, not when he was planning to make the most mess out of him. He was gonna reward M/n good.

(Another bloody Bangchan pic)

Part 2 w/ smut or nah? I think I might just make a whole thing with Strya kids as killers while I write the other chapters of Kiss My Wounds. Would yall like that? If so can yall give request if the next one, thanks!

[yourimagines]

Can you Peter Parker x top male reader

I hope this is good, I’ve never done this before 😬 I also didn’t know which Peter Parker you meant so I’ll wrote both off them (sorry for the Toby fans)

Loving you

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers: 18+, smut,

Tom Holland’s Peter Parker

Y/N POV

“Peter!” I saw my boyfriend walking down the streets, he stopped and waved at me, I run up to him. “Hey Y/N, how your doing?” He had his hands in his pockets, looking a bit nervous. “Good, how are you?” “I’m good, thank you.” We both walked through the busy streets. “You have plans tonight?” “No you?“ he looked at me with big eyes. “No, we can hang out, just like last time.” I wiggled my eyebrows. He blushed. “Okay cool, I’ll see you later, I really need to go.” “Yeah sure, I’ll see you later Parker.” He waved me goodbye and walked away with the busy crowd.

———

I knocked on his door, holding a bag with snacks and drinks. “Hey, come in.” Peter opened the door and stepped aside the let me in. “Hey, thanks.” I walked into the living room, placing the bag on the table. “I brought us some stuff.” “Good, I have some movies picked out.” He held up some movies. “Good, let’s start then.” I sat down on the sofa as Peter moved around to get the movie night started. He eventually sat down next to me. “You’re ready?” He nodded as he started the first movie. I placed one arm on the back of the sofa, making space for him to relax back against me. “What movie is this?” I asked while eating some popcorn. “The nun.” He said while grabbing a blanket. “Since when do you watch horror movies?” “Since now.” He crawled against me and placed the blanket over us. I chuckled as I wrapped my arm around him. “Peter Parker afraid of horror movies.” He slightly pushed me against my chest. “Oh shut it Y/N.”

Peter was hiding his face into my chest. “Is it over?” “No.” The scary part was still playing. “I don’t like this.” “I know. You shouldn’t pick out this movie.” I felt his hands travel a bit down to my stomach. “I’m sorry I thought I could handle it.” I caressed his head softly, going through his hair. “It’s fine, do you want to distract yourself a bit?” He looked up, big eyes looking at me. “Yeah.” “Yeah?” I smiled at him. I nod to my lower part, his eyes went down. “You want me to suck you off?” I shrugged my shoulders. “I don’t know, I think it’s better for you yeah, the movie is way to scary for you.” I caressed his cheek. He carefully nods. “Okay.” He ducked down the blanket against, I felt him taking my belt off and dropping my pants. My hand went under the blanket, carefully gripping his hair. I felt his hand stroking my throbbing member. “Peter don’t tease.” “Sorry.” I heard his small voice from under the blanket. Then I felt his lips, his tongue twirling around, sucking me. I gripped his head a bit tighter, moving my hips a bit against him. “Oh god..” I moaned out. I felt him talking. “Stop talking, just keep going yeah?” I felt him nod and moved his head up and down. “This is good, keep going.” I pushed it a bit more into his mouth, feeling he has to gag. “Is it to big?” He hummed. “It’s not, it fits perfectly.” My hands went through his hair and over his shoulders. “I’m gonna unload this into your mouth, just keep sucking me.” I grabbed his head and pushed a few times deep into his throat, unloading my seeds. “Just swallow.” He did what I told him and licked everything clean. “Good boy.” He crawled up, strangling me. “Can I come now?” His hips moving against my thigh. I smiled at him. “Keep riding my leg and we’ll see.” I placed my hands on his hips, helping him. He lets out some whimpers. ‘This is going to be a long night.’

Andrew Garfield’s Peter Parker

Y/N POV

I was hanging out with my boyfriend Peter, he was complaining about something what happened to him at school. “Then he smashed my camera.” “Who?” “Flash, the dickhead.” He sat down looking at me. “I’m complaining a bit to much aren’t I?” I chuckled. “No, it’s fine, come here.” I opened my arms for him. He smiles and crawls over to me. “It’s all going to be fine.” He placed his head on my chest. “Yeah I know, just a bit frustrated.” “I can help you with that.” He looks up, smiling at me. “Ohh you dirty.” I laughed at him. “Hey, your the one who’s whining.” “Oh am I?” I flipped us over. “Yes Parker, maybe I should help you with your problem.” My hand slowly traveled down to his member, already hard for me. “I don’t like teasing.” “I know.” As I started to make a hickey on his neck. “Y/N…” he moaned softly, his hands gripping my broad shoulders. My hand softly pumped up and down his member while I was sucking onto his neck. “You like this huh.” He nods. “Yeah I do..” I carefully went down on him, his whining became louder as I placed a kiss on his shaft. “Oh fuck.” His hands going through my hair. I chuckled at him, seeing him all whining under my touch. I traced my finger over his hole. “Just fuck me already Y/N.” With that a pulled a finger into his ass. He moaned. “Let me stretch that hole off yours first.” I started to finger him as I teasingly licked his and sucked his throbbing member. “Oh this is good y/n.” His hands travel down my hair to my shoulders and back up. I stopped and looked at him. He whines at me. I grabbed his waist and flipped him over, lining him up, my big tip teasing him against his hole. “Don’t tease me y/n, just di it already….” I bend him over and pushed it in. He moaned out my name. “Oh your ass is good.” I grabbed him firmly by his hips, fucking him good, he starts to moans and whine, gripping the sheets. “So good, you’re so good to me babe.” I started to pace up. “Don’t stop, I’m coming.” He moaned as he sprayed his seeds onto the sheets. “I’m filling you up babe.” I snapped my hips one more time and I filled his hole with my seeds. I took it out as my seeds was dripping out his hole. “Are you still frustrated?” “No.. cuddle me.” I chuckled. “I will but first let me clean you up.”

[skylarmoon71]

Winchester - (Supernatural / Smallville Crossover AU) - Chapter 3

They’ve gotten quite accustomed to the fact that you always have your nose in a book.

Sitting in the Talon with Clark and his friends, you flip another page as they converse back and forth.

“Are you kidding me, Jaws was awesome!” Pete argues. 

“Come on, I mean I was gullible enough as a child, but sharks aren’t as man eating as the stories portray. They just assume that we’re seals.” Chloe inputs. 

“I’ll remember that the next time I hear about a shark attack.” Pete snarks. Lana and Clark are laughing. Lex is smiling. 

They’ve been comparing movies for a while now. 

“What about you (Y/N), what’s your favorite movie?” 

“Beauty and the Beast.” You reply before you even realize. 

For a moment your eyes are still running over sentences, that’s until you process the quiet. Looking up, all eyes are trained on you. Clark looks a bit surprised and Lana as well as Chloe look about ready to gush. Your cheeks flush. 

“I-I mean Die Hard. I-I just love all those explosions.” You cover, you know they don’t believe a word, you just dive back into your book in hopes that the topic will change. 

Another hour or so of movie references and recommendations and the group is dispersing. Clark has offered to give you a ride back which you accept happily. Jumping into the truck, you buckle up as Clark pulls out down the street. 

“So Beauty and the Beast huh?” 

“I-I was just joking! I’m hardcore n-not some princess! I slay monsters!!” 

You’re trying really hard to defend it, but Clark suddenly becomes aware of some of your more delicate traits. Like the fact that your laptop has a pretty little floral casing, or some of your clothes are an assortment of pink or purple. 

Maybe it’s the creative jewelry that you tend to wear. You do have a tough exterior for obvious reasons, but there are more feminine sides that you apparently don’t want others to see. It might have something to do with the fact that you grew up with two brothers. It might just be ingrained into you. 

He knows one thing, he’d like to get closer, learn more. 

“I was gonna set up my projector in the loft, do you want to come over to watch a movie?” 

“I guess it depends on the movie.” You mutter. 

He smiles to himself. 

“I’ll make sure to get something that you like.” 

You hum, still a bit skeptical, but you agree. 

“Alright then, make sure you have popcorn, and gummy bears.” 

“I’ll be sure to grab some.” 

You look very content and he makes a mental note not to forget anything. 

After you’ve returned to your place and secured your books and computer, you relax. Sam and Dean haven’t called with any tragic news, so you can guess that everything is going smoothly. 

Moving to the kitchen, you intend to make yourself a snack, but the familiar flapping of wings catches your attention. You peek into the living room, not very surprised. Gabriel is seated on your couch with a bag of gummies in his lap and your remote in his hand. He leans back when he spots you. 

“Hey squirt.” 

You giggle, racing over and dropping on the couch next to him. 

“Gabriel I missed you!” You hug him and he laughs, ruffling your hair. 

“Me too, Castiel was a pain in the ass. He says I need to stop messing with the two stooges.” You playfully hit his arm. 

“Hey, give them some slack.” 

“Fine, fine.”

You both relax on the couch. 

“So what have you been up to, bubble gum? Bust any monsters lately?” 

“Nope, but I did find an alien?” 

“An alien, nice. Korugarians, Coluans, Cathexis or Kryptonian?” 

“Hmm, actually I’m not sure. I never even asked. I’ll be sure to do that next time.” 

There has been frequent mention of Kryptonite, so it’s possible that he’s Kryptonian. 

“Sounds like you’re having fun.” 

“Lots of fun. I’m gonna watch a movie tonight.”

“Oooo, with who?” 

“Just a guy I know.” 

Gabriel smirks and your cheeks get red. 

“N-Not like that we’re just friends!!” 

“Whatever you say.” He’s wiggling his brows and you huff, grabbing the pack of gummies from his lap as you take off running. 

“Hey!! Those are mine!!” 

Gabriel’s visits are definitely entertaining to say the least. 

A few more hours of messing around with him and you’re heading over to Clark’s place. Gabriel had been nice enough to give you a ride. Now standing outside of the barn you wave at him. 

“Thanks Gabriel.” 

He salutes.

“Anytime. Now don’t you go staying out late young lady, you have a curfew.” 

You laugh and he winks, disappearing. 

Sliding your hands into your pocket, you head to the loft. As you walk into the barn you call for Clark. He leans over the railing. 

“You made it.” 

“Sure did.” You hoof it up the stairs, watching his little set up. 

“I have to admit this is cool. It must be nice to have all this space.” 

Clark nods.

“It comes in handy.” 

He gestures to the couch, and you take notice of the blankets and cushions as well as the snacks. You immediately head for the sweets, not that he’s surprised. Once you make yourself comfortable, Clark follows, his remote in hand as he plays the movie. You’re already digging into your snack. When you see the title you’re blushing again. 

“Beauty and the Beast..” 

He nods. 

“I was feeling a bit nostalgic, figured I’d brush up.” 

It’s a poorly constructed lie. You pout and he smiles. 

“Let’s enjoy the movie.” 

You don’t have the nerve to complain. The second it starts you’re already glued in. The introduction of characters feels like the very first time that you saw it. The melodies and interactions are just as beautiful as ever. You’ll never get tired of it, their voices, that love story. 

Clark knows he should be paying attention to the film rather than shameless gawking at all your cute expressions but he can’t help himself. When he first met you, you were headstrong, put together. Almost fearless. He supposed he just assumed that you had no interest in anything cute or romantic. But he was wrong. It’s clear that he has a lot to learn. 

It takes him a moment to realize the movie is over. You look so content and he can’t help but ask. 

“Why do you love this movie so much?” 

Your expression changes to something more thoughtful, and a bit shy.

“I can’t fool you, can I?” 

“Nope.” 

You smile. 

“I just really like her character. She’s a bookworm too.” 

Clark smiles at the comparison. 

For a while you wear such a light expression, but then your eyes seem to fall. 

“The story of her falling for a beast, I guess in a way I’ve always wanted it to be possible. Having someone love you like that despite knowing the scariest sides of you. Unconditional love like that has always been sort of out of my reach.” 

You grip at the covers. 

“I’m a bit of a hopeless romantic.” You mumble. 

Love given your job description has always been somewhat impossible. People who got close usually never lived long enough. Surrounded by the things you were as a child, well, it didn’t exactly set a foundation for lasting relationships. This is the longest you’ve been in one place with friends and it hasn’t imploded in your face. 

At least not yet. 

You’re still a bit anxious that it might happen. 

Clark’s touch pulls your focus. His hand is gentling covering yours and you look up. 

“We both can relate to that.” 

You smile when you realize what he’s referring to. You can’t help but feel grateful. 

“Thanks for this Clark.” 

He nods. 

“Anytime.” 

[apex-academy]

Chapter 6: The Decay of Our Lives (#12)

I make my rounds from task to task all evening, and Aidan has to remind me to sit down for a minute at some point. Even so, I’m pretty exhausted by the time 9:00 hits. At least the bedsheet “screen” seems to be holding up despite Ichiriki’s best efforts to not perform his task.

Despite our event being a movie, there’s no popcorn this time—trying not to think too hard about who made the last batches—just some fruit, veggies, and a nacho bar that no one with an appreciation of symmetry could stand if all the lights were still on. 

There were only so many matching containers in the kitchen, okay?

There’s also a big jug of hand sanitizer, in case anyone doesn’t want to take five more steps to go wash their hands in their dorm bathroom. Or someone else’s. Most of us are set up with chairs at our own doorways, but Kanagi’s apparently crashed Ichiriki’s to be a little closer to the screen. Tsunyasha’s room is even farther, but I think she’s more interested in watching the rest of us than the movie, anyway. Not sure what she’s got against the silver screen, but as long as she’s not stirring up trouble, I can’t complain.

Aidan and I ended up with front-row tickets, so he doesn’t have much issue getting people’s attention as he prepares to start the movie.

“It is now 9:00 PM, and our feature film will be beginning shortly!”

“First, I do want to thank everyone for coming, and for your cooperation in getting everything set up!”

“Should you need to take a break or start to nod off—well, your rooms are right there, nehe.”

“But, as far as what you can stand, I’m confident we can all enjoy this event if we only allow ourselves to.” 

“So, grab some food while we’ve still got it, and we’ll get this thing off the ground, shall we?”

Kanagi cheers, while Tsunyasha almost seems to consider a sporting and/or sarcastic clap before focusing on her food instead. Mahavir remains a few awkward paces back from his doorway, like he’s unsure if he’s supposed to have his door closed for this. Don’t think that’d be a great way to see the movie, though.

“Just allow ourselves to enjoy things, huh.”

I side-eye Ichiriki, but he’s busy... filing his nails? Sure, why not. Makes it easier on the rest of us if his concentration’s elsewhere.

At least, until he gets bored in a few minutes and starts complaining again.

Aidan whoops back, then makes sure he and his poof of hair are out of everyone’s way before hitting play. Despite a few ripples in the bedsheet Ichiriki put up, the picture and audio seem to be working just fine. Aidan’s chosen video opens with an airplane moving through the clouds.

How shocking.

I’m probably paying more attention to my food than the movie as it leads us into an airport. Not like things have gotten good yet. Just... a little weird.

We manage to make it a few jokes(?) in before Kanagi cackles loud enough to overcome the soundtrack.

“Did...”

“Did you actually get that pun? I wasn’t sure how well these would go with a Japanese audience.”

“Pff, nah, I totally don’t get it at all! I can just tell it’s funny, dude.”

“...Good enough!”

With that, we’re back to actually being able to hear the movie. It’s really not getting any less absurd. All right.

“........”

“This is SO unrealistic.”

Ah, there he goes. I check over my shoulder, but so far Ichiriki doesn’t seem to be up to any crimes besides eating nachos with a fork and knife.

We didn’t even bring silverware over? Why is...

I’m not gonna worry about it. It’s Ichiriki. If it fits whatever his thing is now, he’ll find a way.

“It most certainly is!"

“Like, why would you want it to be real crap? We already get that with, like...”

“...real crap.”

“But surely any departures from your sad, limited reality should be more glorious than this?”

“Tales of heroes, rather than...”

She shakes her head with an unenthusiastic gesture at the screen. I’m not sure what we missed there, but there sure are babies being thrown now. Amazing. This thing keeps oscillating between slapstick gags and extended-setup puns, and it’s hard to know what I should be paying attention to. Is there a plot?

“Not exactly as intellectual as I would have expected.”

“Hey now, some of those setups are quite clever!”

He makes a passing attempt to scoot towards me before deciding it’s too much effort. The gesture’s been made.

He lifts a hand near his mouth for his best stage whisper.

“And you know what? You’re allowed to laugh at stupid jokes, too.”

He mimes an elbow nudge that is both too far away and on the wrong side to actually reach me. Work with what he’s got, I guess.

“Thanks for the permission.”

“You’re very welcome! Use it well.”

“.........”

And back to the train wreck—plane wreck?—that is this movie. I guess it’s not terrible, just... Is there a plot yet?

We finally make it from the airport onto a plane when the camera focuses on some overhead service button labels. Simple enough English, just above something that is clearly not actual Spanish. The screen flicks back to the actual characters.

“Hey! HOW am I supposed to read a FOREIGN LANGUAGE that fast?!”

“Special training?”

“Oh no are we supposed to be reading.”

You... are at least reading the actual subtitles, right? Right?

“Well, we CERTAINLY aren’t if THAT’S all the time they’ll give us! UNBELIEVABLE!”

“Now, who’s this ‘they’ to whom you’re referring? Because...”

He pauses the movie—on a frame of a character looking even more nervous with the motion blur—and rewinds.

“...we have the technology to take as long as we need.”

He pauses on the text in question. The dorm hallway is infinitely quieter for a few moments.

“I STILL can’t read it! What GIVES?!”

“Yo, my name’s Ich, I’m 19 years old, and I never learned how to frickin’ read.”

“That fool is nineteen?”

“NO!!!”

Why is this happening.

“Er...”

A quiet but rough throat-clearing.

“If it’s of any assistance, I don’t believe that’s intended to be a faithful translation into... any existing language whatsoever.”

“So they MADE IT UP? Just for ONE movie? Who DOES that?!”

“That isn’t... precisely what I...”

“Oh, there’s a sequel, don’t worry!”

“I’m classifying that as a threat.”

“As you well should.”

Before this can devolve any further—I don’t know how it could, but with this team, anything is possible—he hits play again. Back to airplanes and flashbacks and whiplash every which way, with the whole bizarro tone being the only thing holding somewhat steady.

But none of us get up to leave. At least some people end up laughing from joke to joke—mostly Kanagi, but she’s been having a rough time of it. It’s nice to hear her back to normal.

Back to weird?

Anyway. It’s just a night of snorts and snickers, random interruptions that can’t take much away from a random movie, and general split attention between subtitles and congealing nacho cheese. I never burst out laughing, whether Aidan’s horribly disappointed in me or not, but a few moments catch me off-guard enough to get a good snort. 

By the time the movie ends, Aidan and Mahavir have already retreated into their dorms to various degrees in case they pass out, which they do. Ichiriki has successfully kicked Kanagi out of his own room by virtue of shutting the door behind him when she went to grab a refill. She just booed at him and went to try Tsunyasha’s instead. 

I wander back to the refreshments table and try not to pass out myself as the menu screen loops. I should probably turn that off, or something. Not sure I care enough.

“.....”

I’m tired. Not because it’s what-even-o-clock now, though that sure isn’t helping. There’s just too much to worry about. One bizarre lighthearted movie night isn’t going to fix that.

“But it wasn’t a bad break.”

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[hiraeth-witch-11]

We are watching Twilight, William

Author's note: Fluffy One Shot to make up for the Bond to Happen angst I've been writing.

Warnings: none, fluff, tickling, popcorn throwing

Word count: 900ish

“We are watching Twilight, William. It’s my turn to pick the movie and it’s practically a crime that you’ve never seen it before.” You and Billy have a standing movie night, usually at the beginning of the week when he isn't as busy. Most often, he’d come over to your house with food or snacks and the two of you would talk about your days and enjoy a, generally subpar, movie together.

“All I wanted to know is why you kept sayin’ ‘Bella, where the hell have you been, loca?’ anytime I come over,” Billy says in exasperation and you laugh.

“You don’t have to like it, but you’ve made me sit through the Godfather twice now. I could’ve chosen something much much worse. Really, you should be grateful I chose to be nice.”

“I’m not even gonna ask what you mean by worse.” He shakes his head, grabbing the bowl of popcorn and offering it to you as the opening scene plays.

“That’s for the best, William.” You grin at him and he rolls his eyes.

“I’m gonna complain the whole time,” he warns.

“You will not! I will allow you to make fun of it, but don’t be whiny.”

“I am not whiny,” he scoffs.

“Shhhh.”

Billy was more or less a good sport through the movie, though occasionally he would make a face and look at you before saying anything.

“Go ahead,” you allow.

“So he’s been watching her sleep?”

“Yup.”

“And wants to eat her?”

“Yup.”

“And she finds that attractive?”

“More or less.”

“Do you find that attractive?” He looks at you warily.

“God no! Most of the men in this are just walking red flags.”

“Which ones aren’t?”

“Emmett is my favorite, total wholesome himbo. Carlisle is decent, though he did put his ‘kids’ who are all technically senior citizens in high school with literal children. That’s pretty iffy.”

“Am I going to regret asking what a himbo is?”

“Wholesome, muscly, dumb.”

Billy nods as if he understands. “I don’t understand women.”

“Maybe you would if you spent more time actually talking to them instead of, well, you know.”

“I talk to them plenty,” Billy scoffs.

“Okay.”

“I do!”

“I didn’t disagree with you, Bill.”

“I’ll spend hours talkin’ with women! They're still a mystery!”

“Are those hours mainly flirting?”

Billy huffs. “I talk with you all the time.”

“Yeah and you understand me.”

“No, I know you. Understandin’ is a whole ‘nother thing, darlin’.”

You chuckle a bit at that and swipe a handful of popcorn from the bowl.

“They let her go into the bathroom alone? Without checking it? Or looking for other exits? Rookie mistakes.” He shakes his head in mock seriousness. “And isn’t Alice supposed to see the future? How come she didn’t see this coming?”

“I dunno. She can’t know everything all the time.” You’re amused at how invested Billy is, even if it is under the guise of criticism. His comments continue through to the end of the movie.

“Well, what did you think?” You ask, finishing up some of the popcorn.

“There is nothing I can say that won’t get me in trouble.”

“Coward.”

“Take that back!”

“Nope.”

“Fine, it was awful but the music was alright.” He shrugs.

“Hah! I knew you would like it.”

“I never said that!”

“You paid attention the whole time! You didn’t even check your phone!”

“That’s cuz it’s us time, not cuz of the movie,” he explains.

“Sap,” you say, throwing a piece of popcorn at his face. Of course he effortlessly catches it in his mouth and grins at you as he chews.

“Are you gonna make me sit through the rest of them over the next few months?”

“Most likey.”

Billy groans at your words, tossing his head back against the couch.

“They get better. Sort of,” you offer, poking his side to get his attention.

“It’s not hard to do better than that,” he says gesturing at the TV.

“You had fun, admit it.” You poke him in the side again. “The movie entertained you even if you hated it.” You go to poke him again and he grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him until you fall on his chest. His free hand begins tickling your ribs and you squeal, wiggling to get away.

You try to retaliate with your own free hand, but he somehow scoops that one up as well, holding both your wrists in one hand and continuing to tickle you.

“I yield, I yield!” You shriek with laughter. He stops, resting his forehead against yours as you catch your breath.

“You started it,” he reminds as you pout at him.

“I was just poking you! You escalated!” You protest.

“What did you expect, sweetheart? ‘Course I did.”

You stick your tongue out at him and he releases your wrists with a chuckle. You lean back a little, but still stay firmly seated on his lap.

“It’s not too late yet, do you want to watch another one or call it a night?” You ask.

Billy sighs in defeat. “Might as well get the next one over with sooner rather than later.”

You grin widely and pull up ‘New Moon’. You rest your head against Billy’s chest and he fixes the blanket around the both of you before wrapping his arms around you.

“Just a heads up, I’ll probably cry at some point during this one,” you warn. Billy rubs gentle circles on your back with his hand. You can hear the smirk in his voice when he says, 

“S’okay, baby. I promise I'll only tease you a little when you do.”

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[moonlitluka]

can you do chad meeks martin fluff/angst where reader was really affected by ghostface and when it’s revealed that he back chad comforts her and reveals his feelings. he has so little fics and i love the way you write him. get to this whenever you can, now worries and if you don’t want to do it that’s cool.

Thanks for the request! Feel free to leave any requests y’all have!!

HE’S BACK

When the news breaks that Ghostface has followed the core four to the city | Chad Meeks-Martin x Reader | Fluff/Angst | established relationship

I sat next to Chad on the couch as we watched a saw marathon that was on TV. Mindy’s idea, clearly. We all heard the door click and turned to see who it was.

“Hey Sam.” I greeted her as she smiled and placed her stuff down on the dining room table. “Hey, whatcha guys watching?” She asked now joining us on the couch.

“Saw II, my personal favorite!” Mindy smiled while placing a piece of popcorn in her mouth. “Ugh how could you eat and watch these movies?” Sam laughed. “Eh it doesn’t really gross me out.”

I leaned further into Chad as he smiled down at me. His hand cupped my cheek leaning down to kiss me. We were interrupted by the movie suddenly cutting off and a breaking news screen popping up.

“What the hell?” Anika said leaning forward. “Isn’t that your dad?” I asked looking over to Quinn. She nodded in confusion.

“Looks like a press conference” Ethan said quietly. “Turn it up!” Chad said facing Anika. “Two BlackMore students were found dead in their shared apartment tonight.” The mayor announced as every camera flashed in his face.

The four of us shared a glance hoping it was just a coincidence. Anika seemed to notice the exchange as she frantically began to question us. “You guys don’t think this followed you here do you? It couldn’t have…right?”

Sam sighed before grabbing my shoulder. “Pack a bag. All of you, we’re leaving in the morning.” She said as she started to make her way to her room. “Sam slow down you don’t know that it has anything to do with us.” I reasoned.

Ethan coughed catching our attention before nodding to the tv. “The suspect was supposedly wearing this mask during the attack.” He said holding up a weathered Ghostface mask in an evidence bag.

I felt the air get knocked out of me. “We’re leaving.” Sam said finally. I hesitantly nodded my head.

I went to my room to try to clear my head for a moment. Pacing back and forth as I tried to relax myself. *knock*

I jumped before Chad peered his head in the door. “It’s just me, sorry. Can I come in?” He said softly. I nodded letting him come in.

Chad sat on my bed and patted the spot next to him. “Sit down baby.” So I did.

“It’s gonna be okay you know that right?” His hand grasped my shoulder tenderly. I wished I could believe him. However the odds of everything just being ‘okay’ are slim to none.

“Hey I’m serious. We’ll get out of town and everything will be fine. We can come back when they catch the guy and everything will go back to normal.” I chuckled dryly. “Nothings ever gonna be normal again don’t you get that? It’s never going to end! These are our lives now. Constantly running away just to be chased by someone different a year later. You either live to see it happen again or die trying.” I ranted tears streaming down my face.

I saw that he knew that too. He wanted to be strong for the rest of us but I knew this was breaking him too. None of us have ever been the same since the first attack. And now here we go again.

He sighed and hung his head. “Look, I know it looks bad but we’ll get past this like we always do. All of us together. I mean look at Sidney now, she’s happy. We can get there too.” I weakly smiled at him. I knew he was right. We would be okay. We always were. I just don’t think it’s fair that we have to do this again.

“Come here,” he whispered pulling me softly into his chest. I grasped onto him tight enough for him to huff out a breath and laugh. “Woah bear hug” he teased.

“Sorry,” I pulled away quickly. He grabbed my arm pulling me back in. “Don’t be. I’m right here.” I felt myself let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. “Thank you Chad. You always know what to say. I don’t deserve you.” I cradled his face in my hands.

His soft smile warmed my heart at he leaned into to kiss me. “I love you.” He breathed out. “I love you more.”

[littleavengerfics]

Can I request a Kate bishop x little male reader where the reader wants to be her little and bf but after he saw how she is around yelena he starts to become distant till one day he leaves without saying anything but Kate and yelena look for him and once they find him they make sure to never let him out of their sight (sorry if this is really vague) thx

could it also be with the prompt I will always be here to protect you..

I'm sorry for how long this took, life got crazy. 

Driven away (Male y/n x Kate x yelena)

I met Kate almost a year ago and it took me a while to admit but I definitely liked her a lot. I eventually got enough courage to ask her out, but it didn't go exactly as I thought it would.

"Hey Kate, can I talk to you about something?" She stopped what she was doing and looked up at me with a smile. "Yeah sure." She smiled, pausing the tv and moving up so I could sit next to her.

“So I just wanted to say thanks for letting me stay here, and I hope nothing changes if you don’t feel the same because it’s alright, but I like you, a lot.” She seemed completely taken aback which made me panic that she didn’t feel the same, I knew I shouldn’t have said anything to her. “Sorry you can forget I said anything.” I went to stand up but she pulled me back. “I like you too y/n.” She smiled softly. “I’m sorry it’s just not what I was expecting, I was figuring out a way to tell you but now, I don’t have to.”

“So I guess we are dating now?” I said still in disbelief, “yeah, we can turn our friends dinner into a date tonight if you want?'' Kate offered, eating a piece of popcorn. "If you give me some of that popcorn then yes." I smirked. "Okay but you have to catch it this time." She lined up her shot a few times before throwing a piece in my direction only this time it hit me straight in the eye. "Kate! You're supposed to be an archer! How do you have such a bad aim?" I chuckled, throwing it back at her.

"Maybe I just wanted it to hit you, okay that was a practice, you'll get it this time." She said lining up her shot again this time it landed perfectly in my mouth. "Okay now I've worked for it." I leaned forward, snatching a handful of popcorn. "Thanks." I grinned at her stunned face. "Oh that's how we're playing now?" She chuckled, throwing another at me. "Yeah." I smirked before throwing the handful at her.

"Hey! I'm gonna go eat my popcorn in peace." She frowned, walking off before "tripping" and throwing the bowl on me and bursting out laughing. "Oh I hate you so much." I chuckled, dusting it all off. "You are clearing this up after I kill you."

"Wait, you got popcorn in your hair." She said before putting the bowl on my head and running away. "Kate!" I yelled running after her. "I have to get ready for tonight." She excused slamming the bathroom door and locking it behind her.

I chuckled to myself before leaving to get a shower as well. After 30 minutes we were both ready. "You look really beautiful." I smiled looking her up and down. "Thank you, these are my favorite pajamas." she chuckled, I let out a cough and gestured to my matching outfit. "Oh yeah you look good too." I smiled before running and jumping on the couch. "Okay, I'm picking the first movie, and I'll order us some pizza." I stated, pulling out my phone, "Okay but I am choosing the next one." She sighed sitting next to me. “Fine by me.”

We had dated for a few months and everything was going great. I'd regress whenever she left to go fight bad guys or annoy Clint then when she came back we’d eat dinner and watch a movie or three then go to bed. It became a routine, I started regressing even more and while I was anxious she would find out the other half of me kinda hoped she would in the case that maybe she would be okay with it and be my caregiver, those feelings only doubled when she walked in on me stuck in my headspace.

I knew she would be coming home soon so I had to hide my teddy bear and comfort items but not having them and being stuck in a small headspace just made me upset. I tried just sitting and watching tv with my blanket, what could be suspicious about having a blanket wrapped around you when you’re watching a movie? 

But it didn’t bring me as much comfort as I had hoped and I started to cry. 

“Hey babe! I am home!” Kate exclaimed walking in, as soon as she saw me her face dropped. “Baby what happened, are you okay?” I shook my head no and she frowned sitting next to me. Do you wanna talk about it or just cuddle? Or both?” I held out my arms and she nodded. “Okay hang on.” She took the blanket off me for a second which didn’t help my mood but she laid on the couch and opened her arms. “Come here baby.” 

I laid down with my head on her chest as she played with my hair. “Do you want to talk about it? I’m here if you do.” I shook my head, feeling her stop running her hands through my hair for a second to lay the blanket over us. “That’s okay, we can stay like this as long as you need.” She kissed the top of my head before playing with my hair again, this time rubbing my back at the same time. I could feel myself start to calm down, I felt completely safe with her, she didn’t care that I stayed there for the rest of the night, she got her friend Yelena to drop off food, put on a movie then we fell asleep for a while. 

“Hey bishop! I got pizza, because it’s all I have seen you eat so I didn’t know what you like. oh that is disgusting.” She frowned, covering her eyes. “Yelena, we’re just cuddling because y/n was sad.” Yelena sighed with relief putting her hands back down. “Okay, I thought it was something else, I just saw the blanket. Sorry, why is he sad?” 

“I don’t know, he doesn’t want to talk about it but it doesn’t matter anyway, I’m getting all the cuddles I want so it’s good.” 

“Can I sleep here tonight? And for a week more than that” Yelena asked before heading to the kitchen to make herself mac and cheese. “Y/n why don’t we share a room then we can keep the spare room for when yelena comes over. If that’s okay?” I did sleep more in kates room anyway, I only hid in that room when I regressed to save time before she found me but I could find another way. Yelena is kate’s friend after all and she did let me stay here first. “Okay.”

“Thank you baby.” Kate smiled, kissing the top of my head. “Yeah thank you y/n, do you want some macaroni?” Yelena asked, holding out the pot, “no thank you, we’re good with pizza.” Kate answered for me, making us chuckle. “Okay you’re missing out on my delicious macaroni but okay.”

I wasn’t feeling so little anymore, if anything I was just tired, so I decided to get ready for bed. “Babe I’m gonna go get the spare room ready for yelena then I will head to bed, I’m kind of tired.” I smiled getting up, “okay, goodnight Y/n.” Kate replied before focusing her attention back to the movie.

When I woke the next morning, well afternoon, Kate wasn’t next to me, I walked out to find her asleep on the couch, somehow she stayed asleep even with the sound of clattering from the kitchen that I could only assume was yelena. 

“Hello y/n, good morning. You sleep a lot, although bishop does too. She's been asleep for like seven hours already. 

I frowned slightly, it was 12pm, Kate would have gone to bed at 5am, a fact that I couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed to hear. After all she promised she would come to bed once her movie had finished yet she had stayed up with yelena all night. I shook off my disappointment before leaving the apartment for the day. 

Things like this happened for weeks and I began to get even more tired of it. When I arrived back home late one day they were both gone, when I texted Kate she told me they went to go see the christmas tree and if I wanted I could join but I told them it was fine. I decided to take the time to be little for a while before falling asleep in my room.

Kate woke me up the next morning, “hey baby, me and yelena are gonna go get some breakfast. Do you want to come or should I bring you something back?” I rubbed my eyes and sat up, I realized I was still cuddling my teddy bear from the night before." I threw it aside and prepared for her to get mad or call me names, that was the usual response people had, I was still feeling kind of little and soon my eyes were getting blurry with tears. Kate didn’t say anything but she sat down on the bed and rubbed my arm. "Babe, why are you getting upset? It's just a teddy bear." She said softly and I frowned. "You don't think I'm stupid?"

“Of course not, you know I love you no matter what. Who’s your friend?” She asked picking up the stuffed animal I had next to me. 

“That's ted. I've had him since I was a toddler.” Kate smiled. “Nice to meet you Ted. Do you and y/n want to come to breakfast with me and Yelena or do you want to stay here?” She asked, looking at me. “We're gonna stay. I'm kinda tired.” I said, taking him back. “Okay babe, I will see you later.” She smiled, kissing the top of my head and leaving with the russian. 

I had decided on watching Tv so I went to the living room where I must have fallen asleep again. Whenever I was little I always fell asleep so easily. 

"Hey y/n!"  "Hey baby!" I heard the women call out, waking me in the process. I whined sitting up. "Hey my little sleepyhead." Kate smiled, kissing my cheek and sitting down next to me. "Here's your breakfast. I forgot to ask what you wanted so I just got your favorite."

"Thanks Kate." I smiled. "No problem."

"You wanna watch a movie with me?" I asked pointing to the tv, it was my favorite movie and I was really hoping she would say yes.

"Oh, Sorry y/n we have plans today. You can come with us if you want? But we won't be back until dinner." I could feel my eyes filling with tears. "I'm sorry baby, please don't cry." Kate whispered softly.

"You Americans are so sensitive, its funny." Yelena chuckled but it only made me cry more, I ran out of the room and climbed into bed with my teddy.

I heard kate knock on the door before entering. "Baby I am sorry. I already had plans with Yelena. And she didn't mean to be rude, it's just how she is. Can I do anything to cheer you up?"

I wanted to tell her to stay but instead I just shook my head. "Okay, I have to go now but can you at least eat some more breakfast?" She asked, putting it on the bedside table. "I love you baby." She whispered before leaving the room. 

I laid in bed and sobbed till I fell asleep. When I woke up it was lunch time, I wasn't hungry so I decided to watch movies till they got back. When I heard her keys in the door I turned off the tv and ran to the bedroom. I didn't want to see her right now, it may be childish but I climbed into bed and pretended to be asleep.

She didn’t even come to look for me so I just stayed in bed on my phone for a few hours until she eventually walked in. “Baby? Are you okay?” I nodded, turning away from her, making her sigh. “Me and yelena are gonna watch another movie if you want to join.” I shook my head hiding under the blanket. “Okay, well if you change your mind you can join us.” She said disappointedly, leaving the room.

It continued on like this for weeks, she even forgot our date night, then the one we rescheduled all because she was out with Yelena everyday now. I knew she was allowed friends and I didn’t want to come between them but I couldn’t help but feel a little rejected. I had finally had enough when I woke up one morning and found Yelena and Kate asleep on the couch together. I was sick of feeling so replaceable so I left without saying anything or even a text. I went shopping for a few hours then kept walking for a while until I got tired and sat down on a random bench. 

I turned my phone back on to listen to some music and saw I had over 20 missed calls from both Kate and Yelena, along with a ton of texts that ranged from Yelena saying she would track my phone to Kate begging me to call her back. Before I could think it through I pressed call back and waited for it to ring, Kate answered almost immediately. “Baby! Where are you?” The panic in her voice made me want to cry, I shouldn’t have left it this long. “I sorry.” I was dropping fast and regretting every decision I had made, I just wanted to be back with kate. “It’s okay baby, can you tell me where you are?”

“Tree.” I hiccuped through my sobs, “He’s at the big christmas tree.” I heard Yelena say in the background. “But that’s where we are." I looked around hopefully before I spotted yelena running towards me. "Lena!" I yelled and she finally saw me. Kate was following behind and she ran and gave me a hug. "Baby! We were so worried about you." She kissed my head a bunch of times, making me giggle. 

"Why did you leave?" Kate asked, lifting my chin. "Katie loved Lena more an it makes me sad." Yelena gives me a confused look. "You are a little?" I look at the floor and nod in shame but Kate lifts my chin again. "I'm sorry baby, I will never let you feel that way again, from now on I'm not letting you out of my sight." 

"Hey kiddo, what if we go get you some ice cream to say sorry? And we can go home and watch all the movies you want." I nodded excitedly, wiping my tears. "Okay let's go home." Kate smiled, grabbing my hand. 

"Tanks for saving me mommy." Kate smiled down at me. "Of course baby. I will always be here to protect you." 

[wr1terlove]

Can you do a platonic sibling request for Dustin Henderson of Dustin being an overprotective baby brother seeing his older sister hurt when they reunite after she was in the Upside Down (the first time)?

DUSTIN HENDERSON BEING THE OVERPROTECTIVE LITTLE BROTHER

gender neutral reader | only use of „you“ and „y/n“

pairing: brother!dustinhenderson x sibling!reader

plot: in the request.

trigger warnings: mention of wounds, blood, pain and demogorgon. basically stranger things stuff lol. English isn’t my first language!

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Ten. Ten hours since you were going to the upside down with Steve Harrington and Robin Buckley.

The clock was ticking. Sweat dripping off of Dustin’s forehead due to the stress and nervousness that he feels when the hours are slowly passing.

Oh, he was worried about you. It was your first time going to the upside down and you haven’t really seen any Demogorgons or any upside down monster at all. Dustin told you that it wouldn’t be a good idea and that you should rather stay at home with him so guys can watch movies and eat popcorn but..

Your friends needed your help and support so you decided to give it a shot and be brave. Especially since you wanted to prove to everyone that you are not a scared little lamb, no you are strong and brave. You can easily do that. Fighting against some mysterious monsters that are haunting Hawkins is easy, isn’t it? Mhm totally.

When you and the others came through the front door, dustin jumped from the couch and ran towards you. „Y/N FINALLY!“, he said, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you tightly. „I was so worried. Do not do that ever again, you hear me!“

You laughed at him and hugged back. „Dustin would you please not hold me this tightly, you’re kinda pressing against my wound. And that shit hurts.“

You let go of him and walked towards the couch, just letting yourself fall on it. Closing your eyes and wanting to relax but someone has other plans..

„Did you just say that you have a wound? HELLO? Are you bleeding? Does it hurt? Is everything okay?! Talk to me!!“

„Ugh, Dustin I’m fine. I wrapped a bandage around it and the pain is not this immense. I’ll live.“

„How did that happen?“

„We were running away from this weird noises and I tripped and fell on a rock.“

„Ouch. I think we should go to the doctors tomorrow. By the way, did you see any monsters?“

„No we do not and I did. One of those slimy, slim and tall monsters with sharp teeth and no eyes. What was their name again?“

„Yes we do and their name is Demogorgon.“

„Right, yeah. They were creepy. But thanks to El for saving us.. Wanna order pizza and watch a movie? That’s what you wanted to do earlier, right?“

„YES. I’ll get the phone and the movie. We’re gonna watch nightmare on elmstreet.“

„Yeah, hell no. It’s gonna end up into nightmares in Hawkins. Remember last time you watched Halloween and couldn’t sleep for one entire month? Yeah I’m not gonna get through that again.“

„Ugh, fine. What about The Karate Kid?“

„Yes, we can watch that. I’ll just go shower and change in fresh clothes, okay? You can get the delivery service number and choose a pizza so I can order it.“

Dustin was so happy that you came back safely and he was proud of you. His big sibling was brave and a great role model.

[wheelsup]

kissing lessons

summary: one of your classic movie nights with spencer turns into a learning opportunity

A/N: this is really fluffy, but the whole story centers around kissing. use your own judgement! i’d say it’s at worst 16+

category: spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff (with a bit of spice)  best friends to lovers (sorta)

warnings: just kissing, a brief implication at the end

word count: 3k

Occasionally, the team will spend an extra night in their hotel before heading home from a case. Be it due to poor weather conditions, or the fact that your case wrapped in the dead of night, the reasons for flying don’t ever matter. Because the majority of the times when you have to stay that extra night, you and Spencer have sleepovers.

The routine is pretty much the same. You’ll stock up on gas station snacks – sour peach rings for Spencer, salted microwave popcorn for you – and reconvene in one of your hotel rooms. Preferably, whichever of you got the better deal that week – a bigger tv, a room further away from the ice machine. And you’d rent the cheapest movie available on-demand, the options spanning from low-budget sci-fi to poorly written rom-coms. That night, the viewing fell under the latter category.

Spencer perched at the foot of your bed with both feet tucked under his legs, criss-cross style, while you laid against the headboard to watch. Every now and then, you tossed out your commentary and he’d ignore it. He always says you’re too critical of movies and you’re of the belief that he’s too forgiving.

“I don’t think they should end up together,” you mumbled, words slurring around your mouthful of popcorn. You pulled a face right as the movie approached the romantic climax, after spending the past ninety minutes actively rooting against the couple. Spencer ignored you, pretending to be engrossed in the movie to spite your disparagement of it. “They both suck.”

You groaned, slumped further against the pillows, and shoved your sock-clad toes under Spencer’s left thigh in a call for attention. He jumped at the intrusion, but ultimately, your efforts were futile.

And then the big kiss commenced, and your booing finally piqued his interest. “Gross! I feel bad for people who kiss like that.”

A small bell went off in his head and he took a curious glance at you over his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He stopped chewing and the piece of candy in his mouth pushed out his cheek, giving him an adorably innocent look. His brows scrunched in the middle and his nose had a tiny crinkle in it, utterly confused.

You scoffed and matched his expression. “Are you serious?” You jerked your head in the direction of the television and Spencer whipped his head back, squinting. He couldn’t figure out what you were pointing out, what it was that was so obviously wrong to you. “Spencer, he’s swallowing her chin!”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed.

Feeling dumb, he muttered, “I thought that’s how you’re supposed to kiss…” It wasn’t the deepest confession to admit to you that he lacked some knowledge when it came to kissing, but he still refused to look at you as he said it.

“Spencer, please tell me you haven’t been kissing people like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, sitting up straighter in bed. He shrugged and lowered his head, focusing on his snack as his fingers dug into the packet of gummy rings in his lap.

He popped another piece into his mouth, pretending to be occupied with eating so as to avoid your prying. “I dunno.”

It didn’t occur to you until that moment that Spencer might have learned everything he knows about kissing – among other things – solely through watching movies. How else could he look at that and think it’s normal? And you’re left wondering if he’s ever even practiced it with another living human. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but unfortunately, that only heightened your interest. You had to know.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You kept your voice low, your tone implying that you were ready to exchange this secret with him. You wouldn’t judge him if he admitted he hadn’t.

He scoffed loudly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you’re positive he rolled his eyes too. “Yeah, of course.” Then quietly, he added on, “But it was only like… for four seconds.”

You nodded thoughtfully, considering how this new piece of information adjusted your existing view of Spencer. For some reason, you couldn’t tell if you actually expected him to be experienced or not.

He didn’t exactly scream that he’d… gotten around, for lack of better words, but you’re still surprised to learn that he’s barely done it at all. You supposed he was objectively cute, that maybe you could see it if he weren’t your best friend. And yeah, he’s a little awkward, but he’s smart and kind, so he has three great things going for him, and you’re surprised more people haven’t swooped him up yet.

Your lips curled down in thought, brows raised in curiosity. “And was it good?” It was a genuine enough question, because you’ve never really thought about Spencer Reid and kissing in the same sentence before. As it turned out, there was a lot of missing information relating to those two things.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get, like, a feedback form,” he grunted, angling his shoulder even further away from you. If you could’ve seen him, you’d notice his face boiling and turning red with heat. All this inquiring made him think harder about his … talents … than he’s ever had to before, and he’s not a fan.

You were prepared to do some more digging when the slump in his back made you feel a tinge of guilt. It was your fault he looked so defeated. You pressed too hard, disregarding his boundaries just because you wanted to know more. And now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with him, because you wouldn’t leave it alone.

He barely noticed as you swung your feet from under his thigh and rocked onto your knees, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with your palm. It hauled his attention out of his thoughts and back into the room. You wanted to apologize, but instead you settled with “I’m sure you’re fine, Spence.”

He nodded unconvincingly. By the glow of the screen, you could see he was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes as he played with a loose hangnail on one of his fingers. It made you feel even worse. “Are you actually worried about it?” you asked, laden with concern.

“What if I am bad at it?” He whispered, like saying it too loud would make it true. “And that’s why it’s only happened once?”

A large exhale puffed out of your nose as you weighed your options.

You could go back to your original plan and apologize for setting him down this path of doubt. But that wouldn’t do anything to stop him from worrying, anyway. You could tell him there’s no correlation between the way he kisses and how frequently it’s happened; that you’re sure the reason isn’t because he’s bad. But you don’t know that for sure.

So, fuck it, you thought, grabbing a fistful of his pajama shirt and tugging him closer to you roughly, pressing your lips onto his.

This way, you’d at least have an informed opinion to be able to tell him if he was good or bad.

His lips were softer than you expected – not that you’d thought about them often, they’re just impossibly softer than they look – and invitingly warm. But they were completely stiff.

You could tell he was trying to kiss you back by the way his mouth ferociously moved over yours. He was trying to be a passionate, engaged partner, but he forgot about the aspect of tenderness.

His lips felt like two solid objects just sliding around on your face. They didn’t move in any sort of accordance with yours. There was no push and pull, your lips didn’t mesh perfectly together to form a solitary unit as they moved in unison.

It felt more like his lips were your opponent, putting up an attack and defense play against the actions of your own.

You pulled away, resisting a giggle at his bewildered face. “You’re not so terrible,” you swipe the corner of your mouth, smudged with Spencer’s flavored chapstick, “But it could use some work.”

He was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open as his eyes darted around the room and all over you. Maybe he’d find an explanation for what just happened carved into the walls somewhere or written across your forehead.

What happened was that you kissed him. And he was a little bit bad. Simple as that.

“I-I wasn’t ready!” he stammered, chucking up his hands defensively. He’d process the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend at a later time, right now the bigger concern was the slight cringed look on your face. He sulked and folded his arms.“What was so bad about it?”

“Well,” you scratched the back of your ear, trying to gauge if he’d react well to getting some advice, “my first tip would be to relax your lips.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And don’t think too hard. You should react to what’s happening in the moment, not worrying about what your next move is gonna be.” You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to envision what that would play out like in a real situation. “You wanna try again?” you offered, figuring he’d learn much faster if he was more hands-on about it.

He nodded, and you leaned in close, waiting for him to go for it. His heart quickened under the pressure of performance, eyes screwing shut as he closed the gap. His mouth smashed into yours as he dove in hard. It was toeing on the side of too harsh, but you let that one slide in hopes it was just a byproduct of his nerves.

You had to tap his knee to remind him to relax, and he loosened some of the tension he had in his lips. He slotted his between yours, allowing them to be pliable to your movements and remembering to react, not plan.

He moved his mouth leisurely against yours, trying to match your pressure and pacing. They actually started moving in time with yours at some point. The kiss took on a shape of its own as he started getting out of his head, letting himself enjoy the kiss for what it was in that exact moment.

It was already better than before. Leaps and bounds better. But then he tried to deepen it, building on its intensity but adding more… something into it. You couldn’t even tell what it was he was trying to do.

“Okay, second tip…” you inhaled sharply, pushing him off of you with a palm against his chest. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. “You kinda do this thing like… where you’re blowing air into my mouth?” You scrunched your nose, punctuating your dislike. “That feels weird. Don’t do that. If anything, do the opposite.”

“I’m supposed to suck the air out of your mouth?” His face contorted, voice already slightly exasperated. He barely understood what the air thing was that you claimed he did. He didn’t realize in the process of trying to add pressure to the kiss, he was just forcibly blowing against your mouth.

“Not literally, no.” You laughed a little, rubbing your palm in a comforting pattern on his chest.”But you can use your lips to suck on mine, or my tongue… just nothing involving the exchange of breath. We’re not in CPR training.”

He eased up a little with your joke, adjusting to your advice he gave it another try. After a few moments, he latched onto your bottom lip with his own, sucking it softly into his mouth. “Yeah, like that,” you mumbled against him, voice pitching high in encouragement. He sucked on it with a little more greed, holding it for a second, then eased up, varying the pressure of his movements just like you did before.

You made a mental note to praise him for that at a later time, deciding to instead part your lips to see if he’d venture into further experimentation.

He caught on quickly. He parted them further, prodding his tongue against them as you opened to allow him entry. Just as you started to really enjoy it, he ran his tongue over the inside of your mouth, moving it fast and roughly like he was a washing machine.

“Stop,” you grimaced, tearing away quickly. You had to swipe your hand over your mouth to get rid of the excess saliva that really shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, given how brief the frenching was. “Your tongue is way too aggressive.”

Overwhelmed, he tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a frustrated grunt, slapping his hands down to the top of his thighs.

There were too many factors to worry about. He had no idea how you looked at him with a straight face and told him not to think too much when there were a million things he needed to remember all at once; he needed to vary his moves to keep it interesting, but make sure he’s not ruining the flow by changing things up too much, and to be gentle but not timid.

All of this was second nature to you, but it was brand new to Spencer. Could you really blame him for not getting the hang of it right away? You decided to stop your list of critiques short for this round to spare him. He’d get there eventually, but not if he felt discouraged too soon.

“I don’t see why people like it in the first place,” he huffed, his head returning to it’s normal posture. In Spencer’s eyes, there truly wasn’t any appeal to kissing with tongue; it looked sloppy and unnecessary, and as you’d just confirmed, it actually was.

You thought about his statement for a second. There’s a certain allure to it, and you didn’t know how to describe it to him. So instead you cupped his cheeks in both your palms and slid your mouth over his again. As his jaw slacked its tension, you slowly pushed your tongue past his lips and gently pressed it against his own before swirling them together.

You sighed softly into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair and tugging carefully at the ends. He made a small noise against you, something like a whimper, and you swallowed the vibrations of it. As you retreated, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a light, teasing tug. You soothed it again with your lips before releasing it, a proud giggle forming in your chest as Spencer chased after your lips as you broke apart.

“That’s why.” You smirked at the dazed look on his face. His eyelids remained closed longer than necessary, still feeling the ghost of your mouth on his and a tingle where your fingers were in his hair.

“Oh.” His voice came out meek as he slowly came back to reality, brows wrinkling up his forehead as he opened his eyes.

He put both his palms down on the mattress, one laying flat on either side of you, and dove forward to resume the kiss right where you left it. A surprised squeak left you as his mouth collided with yours with an insatiable hunger. You brought one hand back to his hair, and he was a goner.

He unfolded his legs from under himself and shuffled onto his knees, following his hands until he practically crawled into your lap. Each of his legs hooked onto either side of your thighs as he hovered over your lap, leaning his body entirely into yours.

The physics of it didn’t hold up; he’s taller than you are, and his chest was too heavy for you to carry. The balance was off center and it sent you tumbling back onto the mattress, bringing him down with you until his chest laid on yours.

It was the perfect force – the weight of him on top of you. He tasted like peach candy and sour sugar, and you found yourself craving more of it.

You shuffled higher up the mattress, giving him space to stretch out his body as he followed yours. One of his hands found your waist, gripping tightly, while he placed the other on the mattress beside your head, using it to steady himself. Sliding your legs out from under him, you wrapped them on the outside of his hips, using them to pull him closer down to you.

It only broke off in moments when both of you absolutely needed to get air, gasping as you pulled apart for brief reprieve before colliding again. He followed every word of your advice, getting better with each passing second until he exceeded expectations by leaps and bounds.

Your fingers weaved through his hair, passionately tugging the wavy strands to angle him against you and igniting his nerves under your touch. A soft moan leaves him and you’re encouraged to tighten your grip on them. His hips bucked reactively at the sensation, and he quickly pulled back, a slight embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. He got too carried away.

You took in his flushed face and swollen, kiss-bruised lips. They’d turned a shade of red brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and it was all you could do not to dive for them again as his tongue sweeped over them, soothing the burning heat you’d left on them.

Before he could apologize for his eagerness, you nudged your nose against his, your smile skimming against his lips. “So what else don’t you know how to do?”

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[haus-seeblick]

Suptober Day 4: "Ghosts in my Head"

Rating: Teen and Up

Ship: Castiel/Dean Winchester

Tags: Kid Jack Kline, Halloween Costumes, John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Dean Winchester Needs a Hug, Dean Wants to be a Better Father Than John Was (and he is), Musicals, Creative Dean Winchester, Castiel Comforts Dean Winchester, Kissing, Breaking Cycles, Defying (the Gravity of Childhood Trauma)

Summary: When Jack asks Dean to make him a dress for his Halloween costume, Dean is forced to confront John's lingering voice. Cas helps him realize he's a better dad than John ever was.

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Dean is shoving a bite of pancake into his mouth when Sam walks into the kitchen and slams a calendar down next to his plate. He plops into the chair between Dean and Cas, who’s also eating pancakes, though in a more restrained manner. 

Swallowing painfully, Dean gestures with his fork. “What?”

“There’s only a week left until Halloween,” Sam says, tapping a finger on the calendar as if to prove his point.

“So?” Dean cuts another chunk of his pancake stack. After a moment of hesitation, he pours some more syrup on it, too.

This display almost distracts Sam; he watches in clear distaste as Dean crams the dripping forkful into his mouth. “So, Jack doesn’t have a costume yet.”

“Are we doin’ that?” Dean asks, muffled around his chewing.

“It’s his first Chuck-free Halloween. His first time getting to be an actual kid. Of course we’re doing it. Right, Cas?”

“Collecting sweets or deceptions did sound like a fun activity when you told me about it,” Cas replies.

“Sweets or— oh,” Dean says with a chuckle. “Yeah, trick-or-treating could be fun, I guess. We can take him to a rich neighborhood and get the big candy bars like they do in movies.”

“We need a costume first,” Sam reminds him.

Dean leans back in his chair with his coffee mug and nods. “Okay. Well, there’s probably a bunch of stuff lying around the Bunker. We can finagle something.”

“Cas and I were thinking we’d take Jack to a Spirit Halloween.”

Grimacing, Dean takes a sip of coffee. “Aw, come on. He’ll just look like any other kid if we go to one of those places. We can make him something way cooler. I used to make you epic costumes.”

Sam smiles and looks down at the table as if he’s remembering. “You were seriously resourceful.”

“I’m tellin’ ya, Jack’s gonna be the coolest Nephilim in Lebanon.” Dean sets his mug down, then immediately sits up straight as an idea hits him. “We can probably find everything to make him a Hatchet Man costume!” He picks up his syrupy knife and brandishes it in front of him. “Time to slice and dice, baby.”

Sam pulls a face. Dean sobers. “What?”

“Just… make sure to ask Jack what he wants to be, okay? You know he’s not big on slasher films.”

“Not for my lack of tryin’,” Dean grumbles. When Sam fixes him with a flat look, he waves a hand. “Yes, okay, fine. It’ll be up to him. I’ll make him whatever he wants.”

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“You want to be who?”

“Elphaba!” Jack exclaims, bouncing off the couch and striking a pose with his arms up as if he’s about to burst into song. “From Wicked. I watched it with Sam.”

“The musical,” Cas murmurs in Dean’s ear. “Elphaba is the Wicked Witch.”

Dean purses his lips in thought. “Okay. We can— we'll see what we can find. What does she look like? We can probably make a dude version of whatever she wears.”

Jack stops his posing and faces him, head tilted and brow furrowed in a spitting image of Castiel. “Why?” 

“Why what?” Dean asks as he bends down to pick up some pieces of popcorn from the floor of the Dean Cave. He still calls it that in his head, even though Jack’s rebranding to “hangout room” has been widely accepted by the rest of the family. At least Dean’s recliners stayed, scooched to either end of the room to make space for the couch in the middle. 

“Why a dude version?” Jack even uses air quotes. It’s unsettling. 

Dean straightens up. “Well, uh—” 

He pauses. Thinks. His eyes narrow. He thinks some more. And then his stomach drops so suddenly that his head spins, and he has to get out of the room now, right now. He turns on his heel and strides away as fast as he can, rounding the corner with a hand on the doorframe. Jack calls after him, voice high and chagrined, and that just fuels the spiraling undertow that’s stealing Dean’s breath.

He flings open the door to his room, slamming it behind him, and drops face-first onto his bed. He buries a yell into the fabric of his pillow. 

The door creaks open just a moment later. Cas’ measured footsteps approach the bed, and the mattress dips. A warm, broad palm rests in the center of Dean’s back. 

“Tell me,” Cas says gently.

Dean screws up his whole face against the pillow, squeezing his eyes shut with such force that stars pop up. 

Cas’ hand smooths small, firm circles over Dean’s t-shirt. Patient. Dean feels his breathing slow down incrementally with the steady movement.

“I sounded like him,” he mumbles into the pillow. Shame prickles hot in his chest.

All Cas does is switch to dragging his fingers up and down Dean’s spine, between his shoulder blades and down to his tailbone. When Dean stays quiet, he asks, “Your father?”

It takes real effort to shift his face off the pillow and peer up at Cas with one miserable eye. “Yeah.”

Cas nods thoughtfully. Then he slides off the bed and kneels on the floor so that his head is in line with Dean’s. He strokes Dean’s rumpled hair off his forehead. 

“Would you like to know what it sounded like to me?” he asks, and his eyes are so unbearably kind that Dean feels like hiding again. He doesn’t deserve this— this understanding. 

Cas doesn’t let him withdraw, though. He brushes his thumb over Dean’s cheekbone. “I was there. I saw you listen to your son’s question. I saw you take it seriously and remove yourself before you perpetuated anything harmful. It takes a strong man to do that, Dean.”

“I just couldn’t believe it,” Dean whispers. “It was like I was hearing him.”

“You are not your father," Cas says. "This reaction proves that as much as anything."

Instead of tipping his face into the pillow, Dean leans it up against Cas' hand. It's easier to close his eyes to say the next part, so he does. "I hate how much he's still… here." He taps his temple. "I don't want to let him out anymore. Not around Jack." 

Cas continues to trace his cheek. "You didn't let him out today." His voice hardens as he adds, "He is nothing compared to you."

An unbidden chuckle escapes Dean's tight throat. "Wow. Tell me how you really feel." 

Cas lets out a low laugh. It's part humorous and part threatening, and Dean finds it very hot. He finally sits up, aware of his red pillow-face, and scoots over so Cas can sit next to him. 

"Is Jack upset?" he asks. 

Cas shakes his head. "Not at all. He's excited about his dad making him a costume." 

"I don't really care about— about that stuff I said. You know that, right?" Dean keeps his eyes fixed on his lap. "John would've had an aneurysm if he ever caught me or Sam in, uh, other kinds of clothes, but I don't— I'm not like that." 

"Of course I know that."

Dean nods and sucks in a huge breath, slapping his hands on his knees. "All right. Let's go. I'm gonna make that kid the wickedest damn witch in Kansas." 

“Wait,” Cas says. He brackets Dean’s neck with his palms and leans in, catching his lips in a slow, languid kiss. It’s chaste, but they’ve only been doing stuff like this for a few weeks, so every little touch gets Dean’s heart pounding. He slides a hand up into Cas’ hair and nudges forward to deepen the kiss, but Cas chuckles and pulls back slightly.

“Later,” he murmurs, letting his lips brush Dean’s as he speaks, “I’ll show you how I really feel.” 

Dean can’t even dwell on being upset anymore, not while he has to hide a boner as they leave the room. 

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Turns out Elphaba actually has a really cool outfit, and Dean spends the week cobbling together the dark, tattered-looking dress from various scraps of old Men of Letter outfits. He does concede the acquisition of the pointed witch hat to Sam, who returns triumphant from a trip to Spirit Halloween with the hat and green face paint for Jack — and a David Yaeger mask for Dean. That earns him an extra-tight backslapping brother hug, and several days of jumpscares that lead to Sam confiscating the mask until Halloween. 

On the 31st, Jack insists on wearing his costume from the second he wakes up, and he spends the entire day singing and striding around dramatically in his dress. Dean makes sure to tell him how badass he looks. 

“Please don’t actually defy gravity when we’re out in public, though,” he reminds him as Jack floats off the couch. 

Cas laughs and kisses his cheek. 

"Can we watch Wicked when we get home?" Jack asks.

"Sure," Dean says, sewing the final clasp onto the witch's cape. "I gotta learn these songs, after all."