#‘grace are you drunk?’ ‘yes!!!!!!! :D’

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DOM / SUB ATEEZ HARD THOUGHTS

@wooyoungisbaby Isak asked abt dom / sub thoughts for the guys, and my rambling got out of hand. as it always does lol. self-control? we don’t know her

(ik you suggested to do this for the whiway au but! then i wouldn’t be able to talk abt sub Yunho :( & i can’t not talk abt sub Yunho :((( so these are just general thoughts abt the guys hehe~ ฅV●ᴥ●Vฅ)

sooooooo i am a huge switch-teez enthusiast; and this is essentially a bullet-point dissertation w/ a selection of d/s thoughts for each of the guys that make me go particularly 👀 they’re not meant to be speculation abt the guys’ preferences, just things that are very easy for me to imagine & that i think would be very very hot of them (｡◝‿◜｡)

warnings: dom / sub themes obv. also mentions of; penetrative sex, overstimulation, oral, ass eating, mommy kink, lingerie (on Hwa), riding crop, strap-on, DP in unspecified holes, dacryphilia, shibari / bondage, premature ejaculation, hair-pulling, drooling, sadism, corruption kink, brat taming, sugar daddy vibes, jewelry on reader, hand kink, implied choking, fingering (again unspecified holes), edging, puppy play, role play (including cnc for Yunho but no in-depth details), cockwarming, marking / bruises, blindfolds, pain kink, praise kink, dry humping, degradation kink, orgasm denial, dirty talk, biting, hair pulling, face sitting

a/n: gender neutral reader. genitalia are mentioned once w/ options. implied double anal penetration in absence of a puss, implied pegging in absence of a cock. there is a brief mention that reader could wear heels if they wanted for a scenario.

also my Yunho bias shows hard x_x i tried to keep the lengths under control but i just let myself go for his and i shall not apologise for it asdskjdasjk

⩥ SEONGHWA

Dom:

whether he is soft & gentle or hard & mean, Seonghwa is always elegant

even with sweat dripping off his nose from the exertion of fucking into you, even with his lower face covered in slick from eating pussy or cum dribbling down his chin from sucking dick, he is the most graceful dom to ever walk this earth

his long tongue is a blessing but his technique and dedication are divinity

you WILL get overstimulated

yes i have the mommy Seonghwa brainrot. yes i like imagining him in lingerie and a corset and make-up and heels while he’s in utter and complete control

to finish the look; riding crop??? riding crop.

also idk why but the thought of Hwa with a strap-on makes me so fucking dizzy. this man fucking you w/ two cocks at once

his strap would be so sleek and elegant too just like him

matches his favourite lingerie probably; Hwa is dedicated to the aesthetics

speaking of aesthetics; shibari (that’s it that’s the tweet)

saccharine sweet if you earn it

Sub:

fucking pathetic sloppy mess as a sub

listen i just really love the hc that Seonghwa is super sensitive and might cum prematurely asdskjasdjkdaskj

will prob cum from just being manhandled into giving head if he can get even just a lil friction going somewhere 👀 as a sub he likes to get sloppy, loves having his hair pulled

(ass, cock or pussy, this man gets drunk on it)

like if you want to do a long scene together; it’s so easy to just get a quick orgasm out of him and then have a real fucking hyper-sensitive Seonghwa at your disposal for the remainder of the night uwu

tie him up for maximum effect

cries so easily 🥺

can’t hide a thing, every ounce of pleasure shows on his face like an open book

hiccups and sobs and bite-swollen lips bc he keeps gnawing at his bottom lip, so so easily overwhelmed

…again; lingerie. put him in thigh-highs and knead at the soft flesh and cover those thighs all over w/ bites and hickeys

⩥ HONGJOONG

Dom:

listen…………we all know that grin………………………………………

what kind of world do we live in if our captain is not at least a tiny bit of a sadist??

lives to hear you beg

degradation as praise? praise as degradation? the line between being praised and being demeaned is soooo fucking razor-thin w/ this man

100% on purpose he likes it when you can’t tell for sure

(tho he is super cognisant of your state of mind. if he sees the doubt is genuinely getting to you, you’re getting a dose of pure unmistakable praise to settle you down)

he’ll happily tame a brat but he looooves ruining a sub who is already pliant for him. just to be mean.

i’m all aboard the Hongjoong corruption kink agenda

not even necessarily in a ‘you are inexperienced’ way (tho he can work w/ that 👀)

but watching you go from all immaculate and put-together to a depraved begging mess

yep

that does it for him

likes giving you jewelry to wear during sex. delicate body-chains and pretty necklaces that bounce when he fucks you. lowkey sugar daddy vibes; he loves seeing you decked out, but he esp loves seeing you decked out in things he bought you

Sub:

so while i love the image of Hongjoong offering himself up on a silver platter to you w/ a crooked grin; tbh i feel like he has potential to be a sub who outbrats even Wooyoung if he is In A Mood

the SASS on this man!!!

but once you break that snarky attitude? dear god the whines coming out of him ♨_♨

(listen do not be surprised if i use some variation of the word ‘whiny’ in every single sub section bc i know what i like and i am shameless abt it asdkjasdj)

noisy squirmy boi

on his elbows and knees, biting at the sheets as he gets fucked hard from behind, going slack-jawed and drooling on the bed as you wreck him into a stupor

fucked into complete physical exhaustion in the direct aftermath — but let him have a quick nap and his energy is like… he might still be tired but he’s also feeling so replenished? esp mentally

if he’s recently had a lot of on his mind then you might be treated to deep philosophical musings during the aftercare abt the world, the universe, life and everything

⩥ YUNHO

Dom:

i get pulled so hard into two directions w/ this man pls it’s not funny anymore i need HELP

he’s both the softest vanilla and the hardest freakiest dom out of the bunch to me, he's got my brain spinning

listen yall we all know how willingly Yunho indulges the fandom’s massive hard-on for his hands, imagine what he’ll do if he’s your partner ♨_♨

he gets off on how much you get off on having his hands around your neck

also unless i hallucinated that whole thing; Yunho has said he likes hearing atiny whine his name (sir?!?!?!?) so I'm gonna say he's a tease even when he's soft with you

takes you to the brink with those long fingers over and over again, pretends the edging is by accident

presses sweet kisses on your forehead or your tummy or your thighs as he laughs softly at your whining but points out he needs to get you prepped first for what he's packing; he just doesn't want to hurt you uwu

whether it is sincere sweetness or w/ an edge of mocking, depends entirely on his mood

(fake sweet Yunho my beloved ;;)

you're not fooled by his shenanigans but there's little you can do except gasp and squirm under him as his fingers press against your sweet spot again

still he’ll praise you every step of the way, and the payoff is more than worth it, he always makes sure of that

ok so the next thing isn’t really a dom / sub thing but it’s going somewhere that is, pls hear me out;

Yunho is totally up for some playful rp; he’ll do cheesy porn set-ups w/ you except he cannot keep a straight face through them to save his life lol. very lighthearted silly giggly sex that still makes your toes curl

he can keep a straight face through a very different type of role play; cnc

it’s not uncommon for Yunho to try and make you laugh during sex if a moment presents itself — but here he fully sinks into the role and there won’t be any light-heartedness until the aftercare,

and then you’ll be giggling twice as much as usual, once the timing is right ;;

the aftercare giggles are for Yunho’s benefit too; he needs to make and see you smile & laugh to feel like he’s fully come back into himself. to regain the right emotional equilibrium after taking on such an intense role

then he’s your sweet smiley golden retriever again ;;

might just fuck you again if you both have the energy, sweet and soft and slow this time ♡

Sub:

OKAY SO FIRST THINGS FIRST i gotta bring up that video in which Seonghwa and Wooyoung wear heels for a shoot and they joke around abt their heights — but then Yunho turns to the camera and whispers he’d like to be small; bc he’d be cute!!!

he’s always been pocket-sized in spirit to me so that had me by the throat asdkjasdkjd

so yeah i like to think he enjoys feeling small as a sub! not in a demeaning way, not even in a physical way necessarily!

(tho to be down on his knees in front of a dom who is either pretty tall or wearing heels (or both) does make him feel fantastically fuzzy)

no, it’s more like a cute lil pup who’s getting spoiled bc he’s a good boy uwu

(actual petplay optional~ ฅV●ᴥ●Vฅ)

love a sub Yunho who’s soft and well-behaved

and he wants to be! he wants to be a good boy and get pampered by his dom!! but sometimes his big golden retriever energy gets the better of him oop

(the video clip of a literal child scolding Yunho because “this hyung just won’t listen to me” lives in my head rent-free.)

and Yunho just can't always fight his brain when it sends him a fun impulse askdjdaskjsd

but it only takes gentle steering to get him back on track; like i said, he wants to be well-behaved for you 🥺

ok but to circle back to the puppy play

Yunho who loves being your good boy and is so playful and sweet — but he obediently lets you take your time to work him up and get him desperate

big brown eyes shimmering at you as you scratch him behind the ears while stroking his big hard cock

begging you to let him fuck you, to just let him inside you

so you sit in his lap and cockwarm him but you can tell it’s not enough, gets teary-eyed and he bites his lip to stop himself from whining bc you’re already giving him so much and he wants to be good

so you have mercy on him and let him fuck you from behind — if he makes you cum first

now there’s a demand Yunho can work with

usually he’s a hands-on guy but in puppy mode he prefers using his mouth and tongue. so he’s snugly between your thighs, getting himself messy. constant eye-contact as he peeks up at you, massaging your thighs and maybe even leaving a bite if he’s feeling cheeky — but he knows better than to tease too much

he is so far gone by the time he’s finally allowed to fuck you that he can’t do anything but mindlessly rut until he cums hard, gasping and shaking

still he makes sure not to collapse on top of you, instead slides off to the side and pulls you into his arms for a snuggle 🥺

(see Isak i wasn’t kidding abt whipping up a 1k essay just for Yunho alone! lol oop)

⩥ YEOSANG

Dom:

so tbh it’s much easier for me to picture Yeosang as a sub, but i do have this very specific idea for him that i can’t get out of my head of like

curiosity-driven dom Yeosang

maybe he was a lil shy at first, cautiously exploring your body and testing your reactions, but his eyes just lit up with intrigue when you let out a loud moan he didn't expect

that moment kick-starts it all, with him becoming bolder and bolder to seek out any other responses to his touch

do you moan when he kisses you here? do you gasp at a bite there? squirm when he pinches here?

and he never grows satisfied as he maps out your responses to pleasure — and pain, if you are so inclined

like

Yeosang stumbles into the whole pain play thing purely by accident but it’s barely even abt the sadism for him? if that makes sense?? it’s all about you and your arousal and the wide range of pleasure he can draw from you

he just wants to know

there’s always this sense of wonder abt him and his sparkling eyes when he’s playing w/ you

he probably gets even more experimental as time passes, actively on the look-out for new things he can try out

you’ll just be having a quiet evening and Yeosang comes up to you w/ that adorable small smile that on a surface level is full of innocence

but no he’s cutely excited to show you some obscure toy he found online and wants to know if you’re onboard ^^

Sub:

so vocal (っ˘ڡ˘ς)

shy but has a reeeaaaally hard time holding himself back if he’s overwhelmed

seriously so so noisy w/ lil whimpers and moans and quiet hitches of his breath. takes a bit for him to truly get loud, but dear god you’re still treated to a goddamn symphonic masterpiece of delectable noises

speaking of getting him loud 👀

if Yeosang trusts you but there’s some last remnant of shyness that he needs to shake off

he loves getting blindfolded

not seeing anything makes it easier for him to get lost in the pleasure; if nothing else exists in the world except you and your touch, he has nothing to be self-conscious of

that’s where he can get loud

can’t sit or lay still if you’re worshiping that gorgeous body or giving head; you’re gonna have to hold him down to stop his fidgety squirming uwu

gets flushed easily too

bruises like a peach and tho he gets shy abt marks in visible places, he lowkey loves it when you treat his chest like a blank canvas

pls gently brush his hair back & give his birth mark a lil peck during the aftercare okay? 🥺

⩥ SAN

Dom:

is it cheeky to say “just read whichever way”? it is?? okay alright lol

no but okay this man is dripping w/ care & devotion i want him SIMPING!!!

he LIVES for the praise and the validation, all it takes is a lil bit of encouragement and positive enforcement; and he may be the dom but you’ve still got him wrapped around your finger

while he can be the softest of soft service doms, it doesn’t take much to get San a lil rougher w/ you; he gets amped up easily and loves using his strength to your advantage

but you want him to be a mean dom? you can get him there but you’ll have to WORK for it by riling him the fuck up w/ some attitude bc this man’s natural instincts are to just please you all through the night (´︶｀)

San also loves to surprise-pin you against the wall. there’s just smth abt the spontaneity and passion of the moment that gets him going hard

depending on his mood he could either fuck you right then and there, or ravish you only to pull away w/ a smug, self-satisfied grin at how wrecked you are from just making out and a bit of dry-humping

(he’ll be back. San is too horned up to not finish the job)

Sub:

MAKE! HIM!! WHIMPER!!! AND CRY!!!!!!!

no but seriously a flushed Sannie pouting up at you when you deny him again 🥺

just the thought of him as like

a very very soft sub who yearns to get fucking wrecked by you 🥺

make him whine and writhe until he can’t handle it anymore and tears begin to streak down his cheeks

body worship melts this man into a fucking puddle and yes i am also talking abt tittie appreciation here

he always wants to be so strong and reliable for others but here in your care is where he can let all of that go 🥺 and just break down until you put him together again 🥺

SO MUCH CUDDLING IN THE AFTERCARE

YOU COULDN’T GET OUT OF HIS ARMS IF YOU TRIED

PLS DON’T TRY; JUST LOVINGLY STROKE HIS HAIR AND WHISPER SWEET PRAISES AT HIM 🥺🥺🥺

⩥ MINGI

Dom:

okay so i also get pulled so hard into two very different directions when it comes to dom Mingi askjasdjkdsa

one is Mingi the needy mess

like

maybe he doesn’t even mean to dom you but he’s so desperate for it he just can’t wait and ends up overwhelming you and it’s lowkey kinda clumsy but very sweet and oh god he just wants you so so bad 🥺

BUT THEN THERE IS

Mingi w/ his damn cocky on-stage energy?? and he’s intense and confident and knows what he wants??? (you, ruined)

like idk either way i have many feelings abt dom Mingi being super intense and he will overwhelm you either way, either by accident or by design

just strap in tight bc he wants to hear you ♨_♨

very vocal himself too. i like the thought of him spewing filth at you first but very quickly losing the capacity for any coherent dirty talk

still

you will hear him too OOF

high & whiny or low & raspy? y e s

Sub:

PRINCESS MINGIIIIIII!!!! (♡°▽°♡)

spoil him give him whatever the hell his heart desires!!!!!! again a NOISY MESS!!! tears up easily but doesn’t like to admit he’s crying uwu

gets even more discombobulated than as a dom hehe~

however

much like his buddy Yunho, i don't think Mingi often deliberately tries to misbehave

but he can get a bit sulky sometimes if he feels neglected

or, on the other side of the spectrum, just a touch too confident if he’s gotten too used to you giving him exactly what he wants and starts treating it as a given, or makes lil jokes abt it

it edges against that cockiness again but tbh it’s also lowkey endearing on him as a sub; his blind faith in your devotion to his pleasure

but you may choose to give him a lil reminder of who is actually in charge ♡ denying him a few times until he’s whining and babbling incoherently at you should do the trick perfectly ♡♡♡

don’t be too mean abt it tho :( remember he’s a princess :(((

⩥ WOOYOUNG

Dom:

OKAY SO YES ISAK I’M FULLY W/ YOU ON THE BRAT THING

like i said truly my favourite flavour of dom Wooyoung is a fucking tease of a menace who isn’t so much a dom as a brat who hasn’t been tamed yet

if he’s domming you and you’re in the mood to turn the tables? this man’s switch is flipped in an INSTANT you just gotta yank his hair hard and spew out some filthy degradation and he’s putty in your hands

brace yourself if he’s got you tied up tho lol. he is gonna enjoy himself :3

honestly he should change his home-address bc this man lives w/ his face between your thighs. gets so fucking drunk on you but never so much that he ever stops his teasing

a true edging enthusiast

hope you like bite-marks on your skin lol

and yet…

and yet i have a big soft spot for soft dom Woo too 🥺

who takes care of you after you’ve had a long, frustrating day 🥺

i feel like he could bigtime spoil and pamper his partners if he feels they really need it 🥺 he might still tease you a lil but it’s only to get you out of your head, maybe even just to make you laugh 🥺

Sub:

love a sub Wooyoung who balances a praise and a degradation kink like he’s walking a tightrope uwu

like we all talk abt his degradation kink bc of course we do!! with good reason!!! but have you seen his giggles and smiles when the other members compliment him???

sometimes he doesn’t even know himself what he’s in the mood for today — or so he tells himself. any bratty urges will make themselves known real damn obvious within mere seconds lol

instigator to the max

initiates phone sex w/ you and then hangs up on you just before it Gets Good just to rile you up (this may be a semi-spoiler 👀)

but he loves the combo special where he brats out to his heart’s content first, gets humiliated and/or punished for his trouble, but oh boy then his mood turns and he eats it UP to get praised for being such a good boy now (´꒳`∗)

will beg you to ride his face

(he’ll have you riding his face as a dom too, he just won’t be begging 👀)

⩥ JONGHO

Dom:

so i actually love love love gentle soft dom Jongho 🥺 but i decided to focus on the flip side for this post

hard dom Jongho who has a mean streak and looooooves to tease the fuck out of you. he doesn’t even need to verbally degrade you (tho he might); you hear his cocky chuckle and know exactly what a pathetic mess he thinks you are for him

but gets soft and SUPER ADORABLE in the aftercare??? just imagine this man fucking you within an inch of your life and then he cleans you up after

and gives you that sweet gummy smile while he’s literally wiping his cum off your body w/ a warm cloth???

giggles when you exhaustedly call him a menace or praise him?????

god i just perished

he loves playing it nonchalant too tho. having you between his legs sucking him off, looking down at your teary eyes and swollen lips bobbing up and down his fat cock like he dgaf

don’t let him fool you — watch for how tightly his hands are clenched into fists

Sub:

just wanna spoil & baby him :( def feel Jongho has to be ‘in the mood’ to sub, but then pls just be so soft with him and take care of him and make him feel good :(

he’d generally be a very soft, well-behaved sub;

he feels that if subbing is the role he’s taking on, then submissiveness is the role he’s taking on, youknow it’s almost matter-of-factly for him

THAT BEING SAID; Jongho is still Jongho and won’t keep his mouth shut if he feels you’re doing or saying smth that deserves to be teased abt or made fun of ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

your response needs to be a lil calculated;

he doesn’t really enjoy being outright punished or treated as a brat too much. prob feels it’s undignified lol

…unless he’s already super far gone 👀

so the secret here is to pretend you’re letting his teasing slide — until he’s at the fucking brink and then he’ll accept you laying on a lil bit of punishment as payback 👀

he’s not super loud in bed but you’ll get the prettiest lil breathy gasps and moans out of him asjksdjkdsajkdajs

[hugshughes]

Liquid Courage J. McCarthy

JJ McCarthy x fem!reader

synopsis - JJ calls you in the middle of the night, inebriated and affectionate. His confessions leave your heart heavy as he sleeps off his drunken haze on your couch. It isn't until the next morning JJ realizes the extent of what he's admitted.

wc - 3.4k

contains - UNEDITED! super cute! alcohol consumption, underage alcohol consumption, JJ gets drunk, eating, hugging. ALL WHILE SOBER: kissing, touching, makin out kinda. reader is insecure about herself (even though she's so cute and pretty), drunk confession, reader gets sad, cursing, i think that's it! oh takes place like october of last year! Rushed ending sorry

an - based on THIS request! LOVEEEEEEDDDDD THIS REQUEST SO MUCH! this was so cute loved it!! #imnotdead :D

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You hummed to yourself as you pranced around your kitchen, the banana bread you just put in the oven leaving the aroma of your apartment warm. Your hair was in a braid down your back, your adorable pink striped Victoria's Secret pajamas soft against your skin. Music played from your Alexa, your nighttime playlist floating through the air, one of Olivia Rodrigo's new songs gracing your ears.

The thick socks covering your feet kept them from the cold of the linoleum in your bathroom. You took out your contacts, throwing them out before slipping on your glasses. You grabbed your phone off the counter after exiting the bathroom, seeing a couple Snapchat notifications, some from TikTok, and a few messages from your best friend. All three of her texts had said something along the lines of how you should've come out tonight. The third one said how JJ McCarthy was asking where you were. You sighed, turning your phone back off and checking on your banana bread.

JJ had been your friend since freshman year. He was very sweet and so kind. He was so mature and was one of the most polite people you knew. You'd always thought he was extremely cute, I mean, who didn't think that? He had the cutest smile, and the softest dirty blonde hair. His blue eyes were gorgeous. He'd started his little flirting game with you about halfway through sophomore year. He'd compliment you endlessly whenever you saw him, he'd randomly ask you out in the middle of a conversation. That same smile on his face, bright as ever. You, of course, took it all as a joke, a cruel one at that. You assumed JJ was just a flirty guy with a flirty personality, you'd experienced it before. There was zero chance someone like JJ McCarthy would like you.

"Come on. You guys really think he's being serious when he says that stuff?"

"Yes! We do, because he likes you, and it's so obvious. He doesn't talk to us like that, does he?"

You rolled your eyes. Starting to get pissed with them. Your brain could not compute the idea of JJ really liking you.

"Why in the world would JJ McCarthy, probably the most eligable bachelor on the campus of Michigan, like me? I'm not one of the prettiest girls at Mich, let alone am I the prettiest girl that likes him!"

Sometimes you would wonder that if you thought you were pretty, then maybe you'd believe them. You had bad underlying insecurities that stopped you from believing that any guy would like you, let alone someone like JJ.

You leaned your forehead against your silver fridge, the cool of the metal relaxing you. You could hear its low whirring and humming with your proximity to it. The sound occupying your brain as a white noise, leading you to close your eyes. You might've actually fallen asleep if the timer for your bread didn't go off, you scrambling to shout at your Alexa to, 'Please, stop!' You grabbed oven mitts and grabbed the tray after sticking a toothpick into it to check the middle. You set the pan down on your cooling rack, sliding your gloves off. You grabbed your phone and paused your music, going to sit on the couch while your bread cooled.

You stalked your friends Snapchat stories, they were all having fun at the big party everyone seemed to be attending. You halted when you saw your best friend's private story, you knew it only had a handful of people so she posted silly and random things on it.

What she'd posted was a zoomed in photo of what resembled JJ McCarthy with his head thrown back against the couch of whatever frat house they were in. His face looked miserable, and the caption on the photo was saying how that's how she too reacted when you didn't come to parties. You immediately slid up, typing in all caps telling her to shut up. You said how he was not upset over you, and how she was stupid and drunk. It was all lighthearted, you both knew it.

She immediately typed back to you, claiming he'd drunkenly asked her at least four times where you were and why you didn't want to come see him. You giggled to yourself, believing it for just a few moments. You typed to her for a few more minutes before your phone started vibrating in your hand, JJ's contact coming onto your screen. You were met with the photo you'd had him saved with, him smiling that bright beautiful smile across the table from you at Panera sometime during last school year. What was JJ calling you for? You slid to answer, holding your phone to your ear. It was oddly quiet on his end, though he was actively attending a party. He called your name, and you called his.

"JJ? What's up? Are you alright?"

"Hi! Oh my gosh, hi. I can't believe you aren't here right now, I was only excited to see you."

You smiled sadly, he was endearing, and so totally plastered.

"Aw, JJ, I'm sorry. Where are you? It's pretty quiet for a party."

"Oh, yeah. I'm just in the bathroom, standin' around. I got bored. Ya' know, I miss you."

He was so drunk, his words were melting together, but his happiness stayed solid throughout.

"Jay, are you alright? Do you need someone to help you leave? Is Blake there? Colston?"

"You should, we can hang out! But yeah, he's 'round here somewhere. Lemme go get 'im."

You said okay, letting the boy look for his friend. The noise on his end got louder as he left the bathroom. You giggled when you heard him shout hey at random people around the house. You heard JJ call your name into his phone, then again.

"JJ, I'm still here. Any luck finding Colston?"

"Why don't you jus' go marry Colston if he's all 'yer gonna talk about"

You barely heard it, he muttered it with the phone a few inches from his mouth. You were shocked at the words JJ said. What?

"What, JJ?"

"Wish y'were talkin' about me."

You smiled, still a bit confused. His drunk mind was extremely silly.

"I'm talking to you, aren't I? The only boy's call I'd pick up this late."

JJ was ecstatic, smiling brightly as he continued through the party, looking for his teammates.

"I see him! Colston! Come here buddy, she wants to talk to you."

You heard a confused colston mutter 'Who's she?' before he took the phone from JJ, seeing your contact before talking to you.

"Oh hey, what's up?"

"JJ is like, absolutely plastered if you couldn't tell. Are you all good? I asked him and he told me he wanted me to pick him up. If I come get him can you bring him to my car? I'm already in my pajamas."

"Yeah, think Jay'll definitely love that. Kid hasn't stopped asking about you since we got here. I'll have him outside whenever 'ya get here."

You responded with an affirmative, thanking Colston. He handed the phone back to JJ, who was very happy to hear your voice again.

"Hey! What's up? Colston said you're coming to get me."

"Yeah, I'll see you in a couple minutes, okay Jay?"

"Awesome."

He hung up and you giggled. How did you go from an innocent call with the boy to asking him if he needed to be picked up? You shook your head at yourself, standing and grabbing your keychain.

You left your apartment and drove to the house you knew the party was at. Your friends had told you which house it was in case you changed your mind and came. It was less than ten minutes before you were in front of the bustling house, seeing two boys standing on the sidewalk.

You rolled down the window as they walked over, shouting hey to them. JJ was visibly drunk, stumbling just a little as he leaned into your car, a big smile on his face.

"Hi, pretty."

"Hi, JJ."

Colston helped his teammate into the car, making sure you were good to take care of the boy.

"Yeah, we'll be fine, Colst. I'll let 'im have my couch for tonight. I'll text you if I need anything!"

He nodded, lightly slapping the side of your car twice before retreating to the house. You turned your music back on, leaving it at a low volume as you turned around to drive home. You glanced at JJ and noticed the biggest pout on his face.

"JJ McCarthy. I know I didn't just drive over here to get you just for you to be pouting when you get in my car."

"Just text Colston about it, why don't you?"

You busted out giggling. Drunk JJ was such a treat. His jealousy over your friendship with his teammate was incredibly hilarious.

"I might if you don't start bein' nice t'me."

"Sorry 'm being mean."

He barely murmured it, though it was all you needed. You smiled brightly at him, laughing to yourself. JJ never got drunk, he usually opted for just a drink or two, or being the designated driver.

You got home quickly, making small talk with the now sleepy boy. You parked in your spot, hopping out of the car and walking around the hood to help JJ out. He'd stayed at yours after a party once or twice before, but it had always been with a couple other people. Tonight it was just you two.

You walked in, stepping into the elevator right behind JJ. The two of you stepped out of the elevator as the machine dinged and the doors slid open. JJ grabbed your hand as you walked down the hall to your door. You glanced at him, softly smiling. His eyes were barely open, but he still had a smile on his face. You didn't take the action as anything serious, JJ was a physical touch kind of person. He was always hugging people, patting shoulders, bumping fists. He was extra physical with you though, not that you noticed. You were the only girl he ever really acted like that with, again, not to your acknowledgment.

You wouldn't let yourself believe he liked you. Convinced it would hurt too much when eventually he got a prettier, skinnier, bubblier, more likable girlfriend and left you in the dust. JJ had eyes solely for you, though. He only ever looked at you. He asked anyone and everyone if they knew where you were or if you were coming to the party for God's sake.

You closed the door behind JJ and locked it, telling him to make himself at home. He took his shoes off, trying to neatly organize them in your shoe cubby. He wandered over to the couch as you kicked your shoes off and entered your kitchen. You grabbed a cold water bottle, two Ibuprofen tablets and two Tylenol tablets, the perfect hangover cure. You noticed your still warm banana bread sitting on the counter, perking up.

"Jay, do you want some banana bread?"

You heard his footsteps then saw him come around the corner, his eyebrows raised.

"Hell yes."

You giggled, gesturing for him to come stand by you. You flipped the pan over onto the cooling rack, opening the drawer directly in front of you, pulling out a bread knife. You felt a head slip into the crook of your neck, warm breath on your neck. Heat rushed your face, JJ's contagious smile spreading to you.

"Hi, crazy."

You pointed to the water and pills on the counter as you swerved out of his reach, going to grab a cutting board and a plate.

"Take those and your head won't hurt in the morning. Well, I don't know how much you drank, but that'll definitely make it better."

He nodded, immediately following your directions. He gulped down half of the water bottle while you came back over, laying the loaf of bread on the cutting board. You cut a couple pieces off, setting one onto the plate before sliding it over to JJ. He smiled at you, beginning to devour his snack. Hopefully it would absorb some of the alcohol in his stomach.

"You're amazing, you know."

He said it in a way that made it seem like he meant it on a deeper level than you'd usually assume. He said it like he truly did believe that, and it wasn't just because you fed him warm banana bread. You shook your head, brushing it off as you tore of pieces from your slice.

"No, don't shake your head a'me. You are. You act like you're not but y'are."

He was too good at making you feel special. You were just too scared to believe any of it.

"I just like to take care of people I like."

You smiled innocently at him, shrugging your shoulders as you moved to grab a proper storage container for your bread.

"And I just like when the girl I like believes me when I tell her she's amazing."

You froze in your spot. Sure, JJ had flirted with you for about a year. But, he'd never downright told you he liked you. He's drunk out of his mind. You sighed when you turned around, trying to smile at the boy as you stared into his sleepy eyes.

"You're so sleepy, JJ, and drunk."

He nodded a little, his eyes never leaving yours, that smile never leaving his face. He didn't really notice that you'd downplayed his feelings, he'd noticed even less that he'd straight up told you you were the girl he liked. All he could really notice was how beautiful you looked in the dim light of your kitchen, in your cute pajamas and glasses, hair in a messy braid.

You set JJ up on your couch, getting him another water and some thick and soft blankets and a pillow. You ran your hand through his messy hair as he laid in the couch beneath you. His eyes were begging to close, but he still smiled at you. You quietly told him to go to sleep, turning to leave. You'd only made it to the light switch before he called your name.

"I really do like you, 'm not just drunk. Just get too nervous to tell you, 'm sorry."

Your heart was heavy. You wanted to believe him, but how could you? JJ had never shown what you deemed as genuine interest in you when he wasn't inebriated. All he did was toss flirty comments around, throwing his arm over your shoulder every once in a while.

You couldn't lie and say you didn't notice the different look in JJ's eyes as he peered over the back of your couch. The truth in them.

"If you even remember this in the morning, we can talk about it. Alright?"

"That's perfect."

He smiled at you one last time before sinking below the back of your couch, out of sight.

"Goodnight Jay."

"Night night, pretty."

His words made your heart squeeze. You knew that the affection you felt for JJ wouldn't change, no matter if they were just drunk fibs.

You switched the living room lights off, heading into the kitchen. You set out another water and more pills for whenever JJ woke up in the morning. You checked the locked once more before turning all of the lights off. All you heard as you headed back to your bedroom was JJ's heavy breathing, it calmed your racing heart. You left your door cracked open incase JJ woke up needing something.

Your glasses slid up your head as your rubbed your eyes, sighing. You kept reminding your heart that JJ didn't really know what he was saying, that he would regret it.

The bed you slept countless nights in was uncomfortable as ever tonight, you tossed and turned for most of an over before climbing out of bed. You threw your cute pajamas onto the hardwood floor and traded them for a Lululemon bra and some shorts.

You fell asleep after another forty minutes of shifting every minute or so. Your sleep was light and poor. You woke up a little after four am, just three hours after finally falling asleep. Sleep finally took you again for a couple more hours, just until a little after nine.

After lying and staring at your ceiling for half an hour, you slowly sat up in bed, getting up. You exited your room, dragging yourself to the living room. The couch was empty, the blanket JJ had used folded neatly on top of the pillow. How sweet was he? You turned and walked into the kitchen, finally spotting the dirty blonde boy you wanted to see.

He turned at the sound of your footsteps, smiling. He was holding a water bottle, his eyes tired and his hair still messy.

"Good morning, JJ."

"Hi."

You felt nerves wash over you. This was it, where he either apologizes and regrets everything he said last night, or you got everything you'd hoped for. You went over to where he was leaning against your counter, hopping up to sit on the counter by him. His head fell to your shoulder as if by reflex.

"How do you feel, Jay?"

"Good, better 'cause y'took care of me."

"I just gave you some meds, Jay."

"Still."

You smiled, leaning your head on his. Maybe it would all be okay. Maybe he would be in love with you. You took a deep breath, now or never.

"Jay, do you-"

"Yes."

You pulled your head from his, turning to give him a look.

"You don't even know what I was gonna say."

"I remember what I said."

You bit your lip, still nervous. You look to where your feet dangled in the air, suddenly scared of his gaze on you.

JJ was nervous as hell too, though. You hadn't said that you liked him back, he definitely remembered that. He was beginning to take your silence as disinterest. He just stared at you, waiting for some indication of how you felt.

"And?"

"'And?' And, I like you."

Your nerves escaped from your body in a giggle, the churning of your stomach now butterflies. JJ did not appreciate the laughter though, taking it the complete wrong way.

"You don't have to laugh at me, shit."

He reached his hands to his eyes, rubbing hard as he started off, away from you. You giggled again, realizing your mistake. You jumped from the counter, sighing JJ's name out.

"Wait, wait Jay, I'm sorry. It's not like that."

You grabbed his arm, trying to halt the taller and stronger boy wasn't easy without his compliance. You shouted his name again and he stopped, turning to you.

"I'm not laughing 'cause you like me. I'm laughing 'cause I barely slept last night worried that you wouldn't like me."

JJ finally looked at you. His eyebrows pulled together in confusion.

"What's do you mean? I literally told you I liked you!"

"JJ! You were so drunk! I wasn't about to convince myself that JJ McCarthy liked me just 'cause he said so while he was plastered."

"I wasn't plastered! And, what do you mean when y'say it like that?"

You rolled your eyes, halfway annoyed. He didn't get it.

"JJ, you could probably get with any girl on the Michigan campus if you wanted to. I wasn't convinced that out of all of them you'd actually want me."

"How could I not like you?"

The truth in JJ's eyes made you feel seen. Like he actually knew you. You smiled sappily, pulling the boy down by his shoulder, kissing him deeply. One of JJ's hands gripped the back of your head, the other pulling you closer by the small of your back.

There you were, standing in your kitchen kissing the boy you could've sworn never liked you. The boy you'd been infatuated with for a year. He was finally yours.

JJ pulled away from your lips, his hands moving to cup your face. His smile was brighter than ever. You both laughed, looking into each other's eyes for just a few seconds before JJ pulled you back in.

[monsterfuckerconfessions]

To the monstersona anon, yes I absolutely have a sona, and it may be lame but hear me out: It’s a satyr.

Reasons (based on how I imagine satyrs):

- They know how to party. You just know they’re all getting drunk and high as fuck off of wine and mushrooms while dancing naked in the woods. There are no clothes in satyr society unless you want them (and who wants that?). I vibe with that.

- Literally the greek monster embodiment of lust. These fuckers (literal) will have whole orgies under the moonlight as often as possible and everyone is invited. Hell they’re likely to pull any passing humans, nymph, fae or monsters into the mix with them. They’re probably invited to fae court very often thanks to their chaotic antics, though they aren’t allowed to stay because they don’t abide by any rules aside from do whatever the fuck you want at all times

- They are the original D&D bards. They can charm, frighten, cast illusions, talk to animals, manipulate the natural world around them, and use sex magic all with a set of pan pipes.

- As a transmasc I absolutely would enjoy being extremely hairy and naked with hooves and big horns at all times.

- Feels like the best choice for a sub with a breeding kink like me. Horny as fuck (heh), born into a society where being slutty is the norm, probably gets heats, introduces an interesting predator-prey dynamic with other monsters, and the idea of being grabbed by the horns while being bred is just, so hot to me

- HAVE YOU SEEN WHAT SORT OF BULLSHIT MOUNTAIN GOATS ARE ABLE TO CLIMB WITH THEIR HOOVES?? Fuck your expensive running shoes, imma be graceful as fuck leaping and bounding through the forest like the wind.

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[eyelessjackspuppyshark]

Can we get some HCs about your toby? I really love your writing of him 💖

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Yes!! I love sharing my Toby headcanons! I haven’t used my Toby in so long so they may be a little rusty but I hope you like them!! I project on him a lot. I tried my best to make a pretty decent list!! Also thank you so much for loving my Toby writings!! It means so much too me!! :D

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ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 As a child Toby never exactly understood why his Father drank and never realized his Fathers sudden mood changed were because of alcohol.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby’s Father was a good Dad when he wasn’t drinking though when he was around the age of five his father started drinking more commonly. There’s still are times where his father doesn’t drink. This caused Toby to have a very love hate relationship with his Father, which during the hate period he feels immense guilt for it.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 The smell of beer causes Toby to slip into a panic attack.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby has an ED due to not wanting to eat when his Father was drunk. He never got help for it so he still struggles to eat properly.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 That being said, Toby does enjoys Waffles but not for the fanon reason. He enjoys them to to his Mother often making them every Sunday morning. Which him and Lyra often helped her.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby enjoyed car rides with his sister before the car crash. Though now he has panic attacks if he tries to go into a vehicle. He’d rather ride a bike or motorcycle.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 When Toby was around the age of nine his Father brought home a small cream coloured Pomeranian which they named Sassy. Toby loved that dog and spent so much time with her. He fed her liquorice and candy(Which ended up in Sassy biting his septum but he didn’t care). Unfortunately the Dog was stolen and about two weeks after they got the dog, the police showed up and took her away.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby has an obsession with Littest pet shops due to that being his and Lyra’s go to toy whenever they played together. He steals all of the kids littlest pet shops and keeps them hidden in his room. Often playing with them when he’s sad or upset. He also enjoys Webkins, and My little Pony.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 He’s a huge fan of Three Days Grace, Hollywood Undead, Linkin Park, and Get Scared. His favourite song is Home by Three Days Grace. Listens to music typically on a CD Walkman with bulky ass headphones. Toby is also a big Vinyl Record and CD collector, his collection is massive. He steals most of his stuff from the malls, and he doesn’t touch small businesses.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is a cannibal! He will often eat his skin and flesh off his fingers, along with the inside of his cheek and his cheek gash. His cheek gash originally started as a small cut which he started gnawing on after the car crash. He also takes from Jacks stash to cook up and eat human when he’s hungry.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby smokes cigarettes due to having a pretty bad oral fixation, although most of the time he smokes cigarettes he’s stolen from others(Jeff, and Tim mainly). His favourite cigarettes are menthols because they make his throat and nose feel funny. Will not vape because he thinks the sweet flavours are fucking stupid.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Terrified to get into a relationship due to having an intense fear of turning out like his father. Sure he has flings and stuff but had never actually got into a truly romantic relationship with anyone.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby enjoys breaking his bones and is convinced that it only makes him stronger everytime he breaks them. Eyeless Jack is fed up with him.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby grows out his hair but cuts it in a wolf cut himself when it gets to long. He prefers it short but Lyra always loved when he had longer hair so he keeps it long due to that.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is Autistic.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby was so eager to become a Proxy once he was saved, he burnt a proxy symbol into his neck as an attempt to prove himself worthy.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby often picks on anyone he deems “weaker” than him. Making snarky comments and pushing them around. Due to being bullied he became the bully instead.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby enjoys arguing. Most of the time he’ll argue with Jeff, Nina, or Ben for fun.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 He often smells like fire due to committing arson for fun. He also often smells like nature and fairly musky at times.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 His targets are often people who are genuinely disgusting humans.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby enjoys animals, his favourites are Opossums, Raccoons, and Rats. He owns six Rats.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby has Tourette’s although they’re typically worse when he’s upset or mad. His Tourette’s are mainly Motor, but he still has vocal tics.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is German!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is Pansexual! He doesn’t care what the gender of his partner is!

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Tobys clothes are often in more natural nature like tones. He mainly wears sweaters due to his arms being extremely scarred up from the car crash.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby unironically plays Fortnite, and COD to yell at others for fun.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby sees Tim and Brian as adoptive parents. Also Cody is his biological brother.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Isn’t the biggest fan of Eyeless Jack, he honestly thinks Jack being so adamant about checking him for wounds when he gets back is excessive and annoying. He calls Eyeless Jack “Mom” in a sarcastic way often.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Tobys best friend is Jeff despite them being complete assholes towards each other.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby is terrified of Nina but at the same time thinks she’s hot because of it.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Toby has a soft spot for children. Often playing with Sally or any other child CRP who wants to play. He doesn’t want them to feel sad or lonely.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Tobys iconic hoodie was made by Lyra who gifted to him for his seventeenth birthday.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Tobys favourite normal food is sausage, pretzels, and Onions. His favourite drink is Grape Soda, or Powerade.

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 Thats all but you can find my writing info here!

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[ipegchangbin]

“stalling time” — sub ! dj ! bang chan snippet

i wanted to pay tribute to my first ever sub!skz au (and my first real post), so here’s a little spoiler for something i’ve worked on since the dawn of time — stalling time !

It didn’t take long for the fruit cocktail to be all swished down your throat, leaving the addicting taste of sweeter citrus on your lips and tongue. The scents you invested in stuck to your clothes and skin, only making you stand out further in the open-air beach club.

Chan looked entranced by you. Enveloped in nothing but the sight of you, hugged by your scent, pierced through the heart by how stunning you looked in your clubbing outfit. It was simple and airy, much like the cool night breeze from the shoreline. His eyes glanced at the empty glass that held your drink, refraining from licking his lips and wondering what yours probably tasted like.

He wanted to kiss you again.

You turned to Chan. “Speak any languages?”

“Yes—hey, why are you asking this now?” Chan asked back. “That’s so random.”

“Sorry, I speak small talk,” you replied with a wink.

Chan bowed his head and chuckled hard, his eyelids turning into crescents. Only then did you notice the hint of glittery eyeshadow he put on, his favorite accessory when it came to his gigs.

“Really, I want to know you better, Channie.”

The nickname left him dizzy. The alcohol in his system suddenly felt like nothing compared to how drunk he got in the way you said it. He didn’t know what you were planning but it felt addicting. Nobody had ever called him something so affectionately, bordering on both hot and cute.

“English, Korean, a bit of French, and I’m a little fluent in Sexyguytalk.”

You blinked at his last statement. “Sexy-guy-talk…?”

“Oui, mon amour.”

It took you half a second to properly process the joke, but the laugh you let out was all that Chan needed to fall even harder. Even if you slapped his thigh in the process — why did he really enjoy that? — the sound of your confused yet amused laughter became his favorite song to listen to.

He rubbed the mark you left on his thigh. He knew you did it out of habit but he got flustered.

He decided to distract himself. “Again, why’d you ask?”

“Can’t I be curious?” You simply responded.

“Trying to get close, huh?”

“Well, I don’t know, I think I warrant a little bit more after getting a free kiss from the cutie music man.” You pushed an elbow against his arm.

“Oh.” He sat up and scratched the back of his neck.

The way he looked, blushing and shy all of a sudden, made him even more irresistibly adorable. Seeing him like this gave you the urge to pet him.

Your hand made its way up to his, gracing the nape of his neck, and you petted his head. Your fingers intertwined with his hair. He straightened it earlier but it seemed to wave out in the wind; his naturally curly locks coiled incredibly loosely around your fingers.

“…Ah.”

The softest, lightest, and most subtle hint of a whimper betrayed Chan’s throat, but you heard it. Chan immediately tried to hide his reaction but you could see the panic in his eyes as he scanned your face, hoping you didn’t notice his squeak.

You did, though, and let him know it with blinks of disbelief. Chan felt like burying himself in the sand or diving back into the pool out of embarrassment.

“…You like that?” A gentle smile graced your lips. Chan subconsciously leaned further into your palm.

He was rendered speechless but you knew.

Now you knew he liked getting his hair pulled; what he didn’t know was that you enjoyed the thought of indulging in it.

this isn’t final but lmk if you want to be in the taglist :D

[multiverse-imagines]

vash x wolfwood!reader

vash just fawning over wolfwood’s sister, like he’d be staring without him even noticing.

when she notices she’s like “what’re you staring at?” immediately looks away.

she seems mean on the outside; but is very kind and sweet once you get to know her.

also Nicholas and her bicker a lot

if possible can u write this please

A/N: The sister????? The potential for Vash and Wolfy to be… IN-LAWS???!?!?!! Or even more interesting AN ANGSTY TRIANGLE??? OH I AM SO DOWN

I also finished Black Lagoon Recently, so this prompt was very appropriate! How serendipitous. This character totes took heavy inspo from Eda.

So Called Nun

In Vash's opinion, there were only two things in this world that seemed to throw Nicholas D. Wolfwood off his game. Drinking too fast, and seeing those from his past. The latter was definitely true when one night Nicholas was definitely on edge.

"You good, Wolfwood? You've almost drunk that whole bottle and it's not even midnight yet." Vash asked, worried about his friend.

"Don't worry about it, Needle Noggin." Wolfwood grumbled before downing another shot of Jack, the smack of the whiskey causing him to slightly totter in his chair.

Suddenly, the clatter of the saloon doors slamming open caused the patrons to fall silent. Normally, someone slamming into the saloon in attempts to assert dominance you get a simple eye roll. The bar stayed silent at the venue of a young woman… in a nun's garb?

A pair of gaudy sunglasses sat atop her covered head, and her eyes were hazed over with the memories of intentional murder. To the trained nose, she reeked of death and decay, as if those she'd killed clung to her robes in a meager attempt to drag her to hell as they seeked retribution. That's how she looked to Wolfwood who nearly fell out of his chair at the sight of her.

To Vash however, she was truly a beautiful angel! A woman of the cloth who clearly sought out those who needed the grace of God! The shades were a wonderful accent to her eyes that were intensely full of passion!

The woman immediately stomped over to Wolfwood, kicking a chair out of the way to sit down on. She snatched Nicholas' bottle of Jack before plopping down on the chair, kicking her legs up into the table in front of her.

Her boots were anything but elegant. Once sleek combat boots were now cracked and ragged leather, one of which wasn't even tied.

"Nico, Nico, Nico, it's been so long!" She gave him a toast with the bottle before downing a good amount of the remaining portion.

"And what the fuck do you want, dear Sister?"

"Is that how you treat family after not coming home for nearly 6 years? Livio would be so upset." The woman shrugged. She glanced over to the red coated man who was making the most wide eyed love struck face at him. She swore she could see drool in the corner of his mouth.

"And what are you looking at, ya damn Needle Noggin? Take a fuckin picture." She scowled at him. Vash immediately turned his head away from her, looking at the ground.

"Hey, leave my buddy alone. He's basically harmless." Wolfwood rolled his eyes at her, "besides, he's into rough treatment." His fingers tapped Impatiently on the table.

"Ah, I see how it is." A sneaky sneer came over her face. She got up from the chair, standing over Vash, gently taking his chin to guide it to look up at her.

"I'm sorry, little puppy, what was your name again?" Her voice turned smoother.

"V-Vash the Stampede, Miss!" He tensed up at her hand moving to cup his face.

"How adorable. Your wanted posters don't do you justice, really." She brushed her thumb against the beauty mark on his cheek, "Maybe God's blessing can be upon you tonight, Puppy." She teased him.

Wolfwood on the other hand, had swatted the shot glass away so as not to break it in his hand. He flexed his hand to keep it from locking up.

"Did you have a reason you were here, Sis?" He tried to keep the growl out of his voice. It didn't work.

"Ah, yes. About that." Her voice gained an air of intensity as she abandoned teasing the stampede, and walked around to stand in front of Nicholas, "Chapel and Livio are headed home, but not after they terrorize the whole town, and kick everyone but our family out. I can't do anything about it, since I have some obligations that are a little more… binding." She glanced away, dodging her reason for not assisting,

"My point is, I can't help them, but I know you two can. Please make sure everyone is okay, and don't get yourself killed? They've been bugging me about getting you to come home anyways." She chuckled halfheartedly. Wolfwood took a deep breath, and sat forward in his chair.

"Alright. I'll make a beeline that way first thing in the morning. If you clean up early, you can always join us." He looked up to his sister.

"That's a nice thought, but I don't think that'll be possible, big brother." She shook her head. Her voice was softer than before, as if she was peeking out from behind the shield she'd put up.

"Ah, don't go all soft on me now, don't worry, big bro will handle everything!" He gave a hollow smile that would put Vash's to shame as he put his arm up and flexed.

"I'm sure you've got this. Well, I better head out, Nico-ni. I'll buy drinks next time." She smiled, with almost a bittersweet smile as she ruffled his hair. She snatched the bottle of Jack off of the table, and made her way out of the bar, "Consider this collateral!" She laughed maniacally.

"What a woman." Vash practically had little hearts floating around his head.

"Yeah, what an idiot." Wolfwood frowned, now boozeless, and his buzz gone. He leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling, processing his sister's words.

Livio. How long had it been?

He needed a cigarette.

[ryokaidesu]

★ 佐 / 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭 ★

★ 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭: https://the-coldest-goodbye.tumblr.com/sfw-template ★

★ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: /// ★

★ 佐 = 𝐒𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐨 ★

★ 𝐒/𝐎 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. ★

★ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 𝟏𝟓𝟐𝟑 ★

A = Affection

★ 佐 always walks beside His S/o like a guardian, a protector. Trying to seem more brave than He already is, even during small scary events. He loves to caress S/o’s hand with own thumb and whispers while His tone of voice reaches its calm and affectionate state. Another way is sharing food or cuddling.

B = Best Friend

★ 佐 is friend as no other. Becoming 佐’s friend means becoming a friend for life and death. Being cared for, respected and as a part of His circle of friends is only the beginning and bare minimum 佐 can provide. Many more than just saving in the time of need or spending time to make new sweetly aromated memories comes. His way of lead and firm grace assures everyone around about better days in the time of darkness.

C = Cuddles

★ 佐 likes cuddling. Prolonged hugs, the smell of cologne or nature as He keeps the cold away. His hands tracing His S/o’s arms and shoulders, caressing cheeks and whispering as His eyes slowly shut. 佐 loves to stay in the moment for minutes, sometimes hours if possible. And He shows it truthfully through His words and action. Yes, sometimes He can be cheesy, but that’s more on the good flirtatious side. And during war when there are more separated days and somewhat nonchalant smells such as piss, blood or sweat, He still tries. 

D = Domestic

★ 佐 never really thought about settling down since war broke out, however, He does imagine having His younglings help Him around the house, carry things with Him, build things or learn skills. He wishes not only to have His own son, but also a daughter, even  while being afraid of her getting hurt or for G–d’s sake, heartbroken.

E = Ending

★ 佐’s cold expression could go off as ruthless, but solving things as someone called ‘Immortal’ is must to be solved in serious manner. No matter the topic. Thinking about status? Not much, but 佐 does no want to hang on someone, especially after what happened. A breakup is handled carefully and sentimentally, but with almost the same expression.

F = Fiancé(e)

★ 佐 is one sort of a malewife. Even if the closest person to Him is a long term friend, He cooks for that person, washes Their clothes (considering it’s time of war), buys things and so on. And when with His S/o? After a war, a wedding or shared household does not seems so bad, does it?

G = Gentle 

★ 佐 can be the gentle part of group, but tries to play it as ‘C’mon, that’s what friends do for each other.’ when told that He’s. Protecting others and then Himself is His primary goal. And emotionally, He’s one to listen and tell. Saying truth even if it hurts is important, no real friend will lie to You, Even 佐 won’t.

H = Hugs

★ 佐 loves to hug His S/o and friends in the morning, while making the breakfast, before going to work, when He returns, when he feels low or high, when drunk, sober, before going to sleep, when lonely, when excited and even when daydreaming. Yes, we could say that 佐 loves hugs. 

I = I Love You

★ 佐 takes time, while being really devoted to love, He would probably say it during high-tense situation or slightly drunk. The teary eyes, sparkling while looking at His S/o. That is the way of His gestures. And His words are way sweeter. Suddenly, the Immortal 佐 is quite vulnerable.

J = Jealousy

★ 佐 might get some jealous moments, but nothing that would make His voice shout at anyone. Asserting dominance with His gaze is the most He will do. After all, He trusts His S/o, but cares.It ends up with men being jealous of Him. That goes for His S/o and war achievements.

K = Kisses

★ 佐 gives out smooches to His bromance brothers, fond folks of His family and, of course, His S/o. When He and His S/o started dating, His lips met S/o’s cheeks and lips every second. Even after His pink glasses were taken off, He tended to get carried away, slightly dragging His group’s time away. But as the times go, He gives out more and more flirtatious, enamoured and passionate looks. Kisses being secondary.

L = Little Ones

★ 佐 is great with kids. Even as Their uncle or just some guy passing by to save Them from war criminals. 佐 acts like a guardian angel to those in need. And kids especially. And as we already heard, 佐 would not mind having own.

M = Morning

★ 佐 and His mornings are either lazy and cozy or energetic. The sudden burst of 佐’s energy brings positive mood in everyone in household/camp or anywhere where He is. He tends to warm His hands under His S/o’s pajamas. Which opens up a new cuddle session.

N = Night

★ 佐 stays up late. Unlike many people, He’s neither a night owl nor early bird. He’s simply between, but tends to mix it. One night He protects and the other He sleeps like a baby. Unpredictable.

O = Open 

★ 佐 takes things slowly and carefully, not to reveal anything at once. He likes to tell a joke now and then that is somehow linked to Him or His habits. All while staying in the smooth and respected spotlight. 佐 is simply Immortal even when it comes to memories of those who met Him for a moment.

P = Patience

★ 佐 has strong temper no matter how tense the situation gets. Always acts fast, knows which details He shall remember and holds His horse. 佐 is also one of those people to think step (at least) ahead while having some backdoors ready. He gets sceptical after war, but relaxes more.

Q = Quizzes

★ 佐 knows and remembers a lot of details. And when He forgets, there is much He does to apologize. Not only words that leave His mouth are genuine like Poet’s heartfelt compliment, but His gestures show He cares.

R = Remember

★ 佐, when He forgets, brings flowers or starts deep, deep conversation during a dinner He cooks, even though we could consider it quite usual – He loves discussing things over dinner with His S/o. He especially cherishes and loves those that end with good saké in blood, tasty fish, rice and kisses on top.

S = Security 

★ 佐 standing by everyone’s side, in front of Them if necessary, spirit high and bravery on top. 佐 would never left anyone behind. Let’s not forget why He started looking for the Ainu gold in the first place. 

T = Try

★ 佐 is quite the type to look at His S/o with smile and use a nickname ‘Lovebird’. His gifts are more of an everyday tasks. Cooking, cleaning, deep conversations and so on, with time, He cherishes time moreover some gifts. But He likes to give out some flowers.

U = Ugly

★ 佐 sometimes eats a lot. It might be because of issues from war, maybe He feels comfortable eating a lot to keep His PTSD away or maybe He wants to show how grateful He is.

V = Vanity

★ 佐 as a soldier, used to all the smell and dirt was uncomfortable but must. Nowadays, he takes care of His body hair, body and clothes as every human being should. Washing it, leaving it dry, having baths, cleaning His face and brushing His teeth… some sort of privilege after war, one could say.

W = Whole 

★ 佐 without His S/o? Without people He feels close to or became His friend? Family? Never. 佐 could never feel whole as some people do. The living of a lonely wolf faded away right after He met His two wonderful friends. We all know who is on our mind.

X = Xtra

★ 佐 has His ‘kindly smooth view upon’ (see GIF) He uses when His S/o feels flustered, awkwards or blushes. He likes to put His S/o into bigger embarrassment made out of love. It became His part of play to show How He enjoys being the one spreading butterflies around.

Y = Yuck

★ 佐 hates when people have no manners. One of the things that can make Him aggrieved and such – is any kind of torture towards children or animals. He also does not like people disrespecting cultures. His or Ainu culture especially.

Z = Zzz

★ 佐 feels very comfortable when snuggling His S/o Into His arms, resting His chin in S/o’s head. The warmth of 佐’s body keeping both warm. During war, 佐 and His comrades sometimes had to snuggle and hug each other in the times of thick, cold winter. He snores lightly and dreams here and there.

[randomreadingtimewithtsuki]

Hi! Here we have part 3 and I promise I am done XD

Part 1

Part 2

Mael x Goddess! Reader

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When Mael came to himself he saw you, sitting in pain, healed - alive.

That was enough for him, so he decided to go off for a bit. Gowther followed him to a heart to heart chat and ask why he wasn't with you:

Mael: I…I shouldn't. I caused them so much pain.

Gowther: But you didn't-

Mael: Maybe I should stay away. Y/N is alive and that's all that matters.

Before Gowther could speak Elizabeth came to ask for his help. As soon as he turned her down a familiar voice echoed:

Y/N: I want you to be around us.

Mael turned his head upon hearing your voice. There you were, floating close by and smiling gently at him.

Y/N: Let's help Mael. 

Mael: I don't have my grace anymore.

Y/N: I will help you look. I promised, remember?

Yes, he did remember your promise. He also remembered how your voice seemed like a thread of hope at that time. He sighed, got up and agreed to help Elizabeth. 

You were so happy you hugged his arm, which made Mael flinch a bit. He didn't think he was deserving of your attention, but you didn't seem to realize his flinching. 

He allowed you to grab his hand to go towards King and Diane. His touch was hesitant, it wasn't a strong hold like you remembered. 

You noticed you may be forcing a bit, so you took the chance to let go of his hand when you landed near Diane.

You all headed to help Meliodas and near your destination Mael caught Escanor. Who wanted to give his grace back, but Mael was hesitant to accept it, until you flicking the side of his head:

Mael: Y/N?

Y/N: Don't be such a fool Mael. Accept the grace, you can help them.

Mael: But… it left me…

Y/N: It left and it is back. Leave everyone to me, I will keep Escanor safe too. Go on, take it.

Mael:....

Y/N: Mael, the grace will accept you again. 

Escanor was looking at you with gratitude in his eyes. Mael gave in and accepted the grace. He could indeed help most of the fight.

To which you grinned at him in a mocking way that read " See? I told ya!"

Ludociel was surprised to see you again with Mael. Two people who he had thought he would never see again and that's why, on his passing moment, he whispered to you to take care of Mael. 

You reassured him. You definitely would keep Mael safe and sound. The angel in question blushed heavily upon hearing his brother ask that, but he didn't say anything.

When the fight was over and you were all in the boar's hat, it was complete chaos. You didn't drink, so you were helping waiting tables - you refused to wear that uniform - and care for the drunk ones - Mael included.

He was babbling about something you couldn't understand, but what truly got you startled was when you were walking away from him and he suddenly grabbed your waist and hugged you.

As he was seated and you were standing, he hugged your dorso and leaned his head on your stomach. He was babbling something you couldn't understand what he said, but Gowther seemed happy for some reason.

You just sighed. You wondered if you should heal Mael before he regretted saying something. While you pondered what to do, you patted his head. Slightly running your fingers in his hair, which made him snuggle to you a little closer.

You decided before the night ended you would heal him out of this drunk state. You asked Gowther to let you know if something weird happens. 

He smiled, nodded and pulled Mael away from you so you could go back to waiting tables.

By end of the party you did heal Mael, to which he was thankful for and terribly embarrassed:

Mael: D-did I say something weird?

Y/N:... hm… I don't know. I couldn't understand you.

Mael grunted in response. You couldn't chat much, as some drunk people required attention - drunken hugs were being thrown at you - and Mael decided to give you a hand.

You were so tired by the end that you just fainted on the bed.  You had a dreamless sleep, but as soon as you woke you wondered if the previous day was true.

Did you wait tables? Was Elizabeth free for the curse? Could you get a rest on the holy way? And most importantly, was Mael truly back?

You left the bed and went to look for him. You found Mael outside looking at the sky, his back was faced towards you.

You couldn't help but cry as you called his name. Mael turned a around a bit confused, but before he could say or do anything you dashed to his arms, sobbing while hugging:

Mael: Y/N? Are you ok? Something 's wrong?

Y/N: I… It's just.. you are really here. It's you here. You are back.

You sobbed a little hard on his chest. You felt Mael hug you strongly and a shadow appeared from somewhere - his wings were also hugged you. 

You looked up at him, he was smiling gently at you:

Mael: I am here and so are you.

You smiled back at him, tears still running down your face. That was when he kissed your forehead and hugged you even tighter. 

It was so warm and gentle. But at the same time strong and safe. You two stayed there for a bit until you heard Hawk screaming something and you both went on to check.

You went on ahead to see what was wrong, apparently Elizabeth fell while carrying some glasses and you decided to help clean it up.

As you chatted with her, King and Hawk Mael was standing a bit behind with Gowther next to him:

Gowther: So… when will you tell them?

Mael: Tell them what?

Gowther: That you like them.

Gowther's comment made Mael flinched at the phrase:

Mael:... I… 

Gowther: They deserve to know.

Mael: It's not a good time. 

Gowther:... not a good time?

Mael: … They don't.. I don't deserve them.

Gowther: I think that is up to them to decide.

Mael: Perhaps….

Gowther sighed as he watched Mael look at you so tenderly. 

The angel was afraid of binding you because of a nostalgic feeling. Maybe you were just missing his presence and your feelings were confused. 

Just like his. As Estarossa he came to realize that he loved you and saw Elizabeth as a sister. 

He realized he confused the feelings. The type of affection. As Estarossa he missed you, he wanted to hug, to be with you. 

But for now he was scared of approaching you. Gowther's final words to him pulled him out of this daze:

Gowther: I think they care about you a lot, so… make up for the time you lost.

Mael didn't answer him. But maybe Gowther was right, he should tell you. Just not now, now he wants to spend time with you.

Without worrying about feelings, just enjoying your time together and observe how things go. He was sure he would receive some kind of punishment from the Supreme deity.

But that was fine, because you would be there. 

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Thank you for reading! 

[suckitsurveys]

Have you ever bought a YouTuber’s merch? I own Grace Helbig’s first book and Hannah Hart’s Drunk Kitchen cookbook and I think that’s it.

Do you think oatmeal tastes better when made with water or milk? Milk.

Have you ever left a note in a library book? No.

What time of day do you prefer to wash your hair? Evening with enough time for my hair to properly dry.

Has anyone ever spread lies about you? Uh huh.

Have you ever taken a photograph with a celebrity? If so, did it turn out the way you wanted, or do you wish you could retake it? I have and they were okay.

If you could move out of your home country permanently, would you? If so, where would you go? Nah. I hate this country but ultimately it is my home and the people I love are here and I’m not uprooting my life

Do you think that after we die our spirit is still alive? I like to think it is.

Have you ever felt like you were someone’s rebound? Uh huh.

Did you have a lot of role models as a kid? I wouldn’t way a lot, no.

Do you feel like anyone looks up to you? Why or why not? My nieces.

Who is the nicest person you know? My husband.

Do you feel safe in your country? I mean, sure, but also, no?

Do you know anyone who has been struck by lightning before? No.

Which cartoon character would you want to keep as a pet? Snoopy!

Do you like marshmallows? Yes.

Have you ever fostered an animal? No, I’d never be able to let it go.

Have you ever thrown up from cramps? No.

Would you ever start a vlog? No.

What are your favorite spicy foods? I love putting Sriracha on stuff, and I also love spicy sushi rolls.

Did you feel insecure in high school? Of course I did.

What was your favorite class in high school? Art.

If you’re female, would you feel uncomfortable having a male gynecologist? Sure.

What gives you nightmares? I don’t know what causes them.

Were you ever hospitalized as a child? As a baby.

Did you get senior pictures taken? Yeah.

Would you rather wear ivory or white on your wedding day? What color will your bridesmaids wear? I wore blue and i didn’t have bridesmaids.

Do you think babies are cute? Some are, sure.

Have you ever moved to another state? No.

Can you say the alphabet backwards? Yes.

If you were to make videos on YouTube, what would they be of? I wouldn’t.

Posting pictures of yourself in a bathing suit on the internet - ok or not? Of course it’s okay.

If you’re in a bad mood, would you rather be with friends or alone? Depends.

What’s the last thing you took a picture of? My cat being cute.

Are you good at remembering birthdays? Yes.

Do you listen to podcasts? Yes, I listen to them mostly at the gym. Right now Smartless, Office Ladies, Conan O’Brien Needs a Friend, WikiHole, and The Lonely Island podcast are in my rotation currently.

Would you rather watch a movie in a theater or at home? Depends, I enjoy both.

Who’s the messiest person you know? My sister and her kids.

Are you close with any of your exes? Nope.

What’s your favorite type of cheese? Goat, bleu, sharp cheddar.

Can you read sheet music? Nope.

Have you ever lived in a mobile home? No but my family owns one in Tennessee that we haven’t stayed in in years.

How many times in the past week have you eaten fast food? Once.

Do you prefer carbonated or uncarbonated drinks? I like both.

Favorite thing that you can see up in the sky? Stars.

Friend asks you to hide drugs, booze etc for them, do you do it? I don’t see why they would need to hide anything.

If someone gave you a kitten, would you keep it? Yes.

Favorite type of cracker: Cheez-its.

Animal you like to watch but sort of creeps you out: I don’t know.

Bagels or English muffins? Bagels, but I have been on an English muffin kick lately.

Who is a family member you look forward to seeing on a holiday? My cousins.

Do you do anything to recognize St Patrick’s Day? No.

Who mows the lawn at your house? Mark.

Where do you keep your phone at night? On my bedside table.

Best Happy Meal toy you ever got: I LOVED the ones where if you collected them all it made one whole toy.

Do you like the color yellow at all? I do.

Who sings the last song you listened to? Chappell Roan.

Have you ever watched South Park? Who’s your favorite character? I was never really into it.

What member of your family are you most similar to? In which ways? I don’t know.

If you could have any animal as a pet, what would you have? A bat.

Do you ever shop at Aldi? Do you even have one nearby? I don’t really shop there. There are a few close by.

Do you enjoy rhododendrons? Yes.

Have you ever met someone who supports Nazism? Yup.

If you’ve ever been to another country, what was the best thing you did there? I was a teeny tiny baby when my family went to Canada.

What’s the worst sickness you’ve ever had? Strep all the time as a kid.

Is your favorite animal something you can have as a pet? Cats are one of my favorite animals.

Are you good at gardening? Yes..

Do you own any pet fish? What kind of fish are they? No.

When was the last time you took your pet to the vet? What was wrong with it? We took one kitty in for a UTI a few months ago.

Have you ever known someone who was in an abusive relationship? Yup. My sister currently is but she doesn’t wanna see it.

[gracetrack-higgins]

CHOCOLATE FOUNTAINK

oh my gosh CLAIRE?????????????? ICONIC.

chocolate fountaik is forever my favorite drunk text tbh i was so excited

[shintin]

Fall

↳ Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

One-shot (A special chapter from Forget Me Not)

Summary: One of Satoru Gojo's fluffy mornings with Y/N.

Word count: 2.4 k

Warning: slight NSFW, slight nudity. If you don't afraid of fluff, then you'll be okay :D

Song Recommendation: Falling In Love - Cigarettes After Sex

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Have you ever smiled as you watched someone in their sleep?

That morning, he woke up, and before he even looked at the clock, her face hit his mind. Her face reminded him how great his life was going. So he did his best to memorize everything about her peaceful sleeping face, about the way their bodies were in the same space of bed.

He caught his eyes on her, lying next to him, and he knew it was over for all the plans he had. He watched the curvature of her eyelashes on her closed eyes. Perfection. Then his gaze fell upon the joyous smile on her lips, her rosy lips. 'Had she fallen asleep happy?' He smiled with the thought.

Now, as the author, let me tell you all something. Once you've thought of all this, you're fucked.

Satoru was screwed as well. Asking me how? Oh, in a marvelous way. His life had changed since the day she had stepped into his life. He could see the beauty in everything he once considered ordinary. Maybe it was the touch of her skin against his as she kissed him or the feeling of her breath on his neck as she whispered love in his ear. Who knows, maybe it was just the way she spoke his name that made everything look so beautiful.

He wasn't sure how to explain it. He wasn't the man of poems. All he knew was that he was in love with her. He was stone-shelled, cold, severe like a fine Carrara Marble with a blue finish before her. But she made him feel warm inside, and he melted into her palms. He didn't want to let her go. No way.

His fingers moved the strands of hair off her forehead. She knew everything about him, every sharp edge, every dark corner, every blind spot that he had tried to hide his entire life. She had seen them all and had nevertheless chosen to stay, trust, and love. She was there, sleeping among the arms of her lover.

God. He loved her. He had fallen in love, deeper than he had ever felt before.

He ran his hand across her face. He hardly knew how to handle himself. He could feel joy and terror together. His heart was heavy with something he didn't even know how to describe it. Gratitude? Yes, it was gratitude mixed with fear. Fear of losing her.

The ache in his chest grew stronger, more painful. He didn't want to let anyone take her away. He wanted to believe they had years before them. That there were a lot of things they still needed to experience together. But fate was lurking there, ready to shatter his dreams.

His eyes saddened. Being with her was both a relief and a new kind of agony. He chuckled to himself, thinking of how he would create a special grade curse with his thoughts if he were a human being.

'What did the curse of love look like? Foul, yet beautiful?' He thought. 'Yes. Love was a beautiful curse, disguised as the greatest blessing.' He didn't have to look at her face to know that he would accept anything from her. Grace or curse. No difference.

He shook his head, scattering bad thoughts. He didn't want to think about anything, but get mesmerized by the gentle motions of her chest, become drunk by the lemon scent of her hair, and forget all about the winter by drowning in the warmth of her embrace.

He stooped slightly and carefully; his fingers stroked her cheek. Her face was smooth, quiet. Not going to lie, she was beautiful.

"My love. My sweet love."

Her eyes fluttered open, and he worried for a moment that if he said it too loud. She looked up at him, her eyes still soft with sleep. He smiled and carried his hand to her face. This time trailing his fingers slowly along her jaw. She closed her eyes, smiling. Innocent.

"I love you, Satoru." She whispered.

A shock of feelings became inflamed in him, making his breathing difficult. How could she do this all the time?

She stretched out her sore, stiff muscles in bed while trying to keep the sheets on her. And Satoru studied every movement of his fallen angel.

Oh, did I say that looking at her made him stupid? He got obsessed with the smallest things about her. Like how she brushed her face on the pillow or how her hair fell at the curve of her neck. How wonderful, how enchanting.

She could feel his piercing gaze on herself. Her eyes slowly opened. "Why are you staring?"

He got wordless. Again. The strongest sorcerer of the earth, the heir of six eyes, the holder of the limitless technique, couldn't find a word to respond.

There was always a plan B, though. He knew that actions speak louder than words. So he bent over her. His breath hit against her lips, coming in quick pants that matched her heart's sudden thumping. Then his lips crashed into hers. It happened so fast that her mind couldn't find the time to prepare herself for the way her stomach twisted or the stabbing sensation in her heart. The heat rushed through her lameness, bringing with it a deluge of emotions.

After what seemed to be hours, the shock melted away, and she kissed him back.

They adjusted themselves to press their bodies against each other, as much as possible. Her body reacted to him, wrapping her legs around him. Closer. She wanted him closer. They both went out of breath, but they didn't stop.

There was something frantic about the way they kissed that morning. Something desperate about it. As if they knew what was about to happen.

The knot of his tongue untied. "I love you too, Y/N; I fucking love you." She saw the gulp in his throat. 'Is he sad?' She raised her hand, and her fingers touched the scar on his forehead, seeking the traces of sadness, but all she found was love, love, and love. She smiled.

But when he felt the touch, he flinched. This was new. 'What was that?' He questioned. He was no stranger to women and had felt their hands on all parts of his body, but this time, her touch made him feel like he belonged somewhere. Yes, he belonged to her, his home. Finally, he knew how it felt to let someone in. He relished love, happiness, and peace.

"Y/N?"

"Yes, love?" She giggled, enjoyed calling him that.

"I love you."

"Ummm, and I love strawberries." She tweaked his cheek, earned a glare.

"I don't think your grandma ass gets it, Y/N. I mean, I'm totally in love with you. Whole painful, true love. The kind of love that burns so intense it feels like an explosion of fireworks in my body. I feel so much ..." He suddenly stopped. He never said he was so frightened of losing her. He wasn't going to make her sad. He could keep it to himself.

"You seem to be the one who is old, not me! Did you forget the rest of your sentence?" She winked, covering half of her face with sheets. The sound of laughter, the familiar scent, the feeling he wanted to hold forever filled the room. They were together, far from the troubles and tears where all his dreams flowed. And between all the beauties, his eyes found her face—his most treasured dream.

"You're fazing, grandpa!" Y/N took out her tongue and waved her hand in front of Satoru.

"You don't take me seriously, do you?" He shook his head, turning his back to stand. But she was quick to grab his wrist and bring him back to bed. "Haven't you had enough fun?"

Nothing came out of her mouth. This 6'3" giant child was grouchy today. How do you handle a man-child? The clever girl knew the answer.

She put her hands on either side of his face, and the room fell away. He had never been this lost in a kiss before, and he did not hesitate to let her show the way. He drowned in her gentle sweetness. His heart kept missing beats, and his hands couldn't bring her close enough to him.

Why resist? He kissed his sin back and accepted to burn alive in the garden of Eden.

Maybe it lasted a minute, or maybe it was an hour. But that kiss and the brushing sensation of her soft lips against his, made him remember that he had been trying to go home his whole life, and now he had found his way to heaven.

Just like how Jesus had promised. 'Again, the kingdom of heaven is like unto a merchant man, seeking goodly pearls: Who, when he had found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had, and bought it.'

Satoru was prudent as this merchant; he left everything he had and bought the one pearl for himself. His treasure was unfailing; it was enduring, where no moth could come to eat and no worm to destroy. She was his heavenly crown in the hell named life.

His kiss deepened, and his fingers ran through her hair, making her heartbeat merge with his. Fuck heaven. Fuck the sun, the moon, the earth, and the air. He didn't need them anymore. He could taste them all on her lips.

He parted his lips and trapped her bare body beneath his with his weight. He slid his palm across her cheek, and she leaned into his touch.

"Tell me you're mine," he whispered, dropping his forehead on hers.

"I am," she took a deep breath. She had been his, since that first touch, since 11 years ago.

"Say it, Y/N, nice and clear for me. Tell me."

She didn't hold out. "I love you," and he swallowed her words with her lips. She sighed against his mouth, pulling him closer. "I want you," love spilled from her tongue.

"Tell me what you want," he continued. His ears needed to hear it again and again and again.

"You," Her lips needed to say it again and again and again. Damn, she yearned for him even in his embrace. She needed him to get closer, to eat the space between them and make it disappear. To come on top of her until blurring the outlines of their bodies. "It's you that I want."

Never ever in her life had she imagined breathless words like hers would be the key to something wonderful as his heart.

"I'll give you the world, Y/N," he said against her mouth. "The moon, the fucking stars, anything you ask, it's yours. I'm yours." His eyes locked on hers.

Have you ever seen the hell in someone's eyes and loved it anyway?

Maybe they did, but they chose to turn a blind eye. Maybe it was love that made them blind on that morning. But the hell stayed here, waiting patiently.

Satoru relied upon the same pillow as Y/N and looked at her in a way no one had ever looked. Their feet brushed each other under the sheets. She giggled, and he reminded himself how lucky he was to be the one touching her skin.

"So many things could have kept us from meeting again, from being together, or just from being alive at the exact moment in time. So many things could have happened to keep us from existing together, in the bodies we are now in, and I will be grateful that somehow we ended up together. That somehow, in the infinite universe, we found each other." His voice was calm, but she could see that he wasn't his usual.

"Satoru? What's gotten into you today?" Her lips brushed the palm of his hand, and she kissed it.

"You," he turned her hand in his, kissing the tips of her fingers, one by one. "Promise me you'll be beside me when your hair is white and your face is wrinkled,"

"What the hell? Your ass would be wrinkly, not my face!" She frowned, releasing her hand out of his hold.

"You're always welcome to see my wrinkled ass," he laughed and looked at her pouting cute face.

She shook her head, got out of bed while still holding the bedsheets to her body, and he had to clench his fists to keep himself from pulling it away, from pinning her against the wall.

She disappeared into the bathroom, the sheets dragging on the floor as she went. He got up and followed her. She was looking for her clothes, oblivious to his presence. But her dress was on the floor in a corner she hadn't glimpsed yet.

He stepped behind her, slipped his hands around her waist. She was startled, and the sheet fell on the floor. "Y/N," he said softly, tugging her body against his. "You must promise me that I won't grow old by myself." He turned her around, slowly. She looked down at herself. Surprised. Always surprised by the sight of her naked body. "I don't have any clothes on," she murmured.

"I know, you were very eager to remove them last night," he said, smiling, reaching out to her in the back, appreciating her softness, her perfect curves. She didn't say anything. Instead, she stood, wide-eyed, gazing at him as his fingertips traced her temple, then her cheekbone, then outlined the shape of her mouth as if he meant to commit it to memory. His eyes were fixed on her, shining like the sky, amazed, dazzled with discovery.

She stood still as his fingertips left her mouth and trailed a path down her throat, stopping at her pulse. Her eyelids fluttered half-closed as his warm hand covered her bare collarbone.

It was as if Satoru's hand left sparkles on her skin. She burned where he touched her, and yet she could feel where his fingers had been even when they had moved on. His hands moved slightly but lower, following the curves of her breast. Y/N gasped, even as his hand slid to grip her waist with his other one. He drew her toward him, pulling their bodies together until there was not a millimeter of space between them. Yes, finally.

He bent over to place his cheek against hers. His breath against her ear made her shudder with each deliberately spoken word. "I want you to promise me that you'll be mine every moment of every hour of every day."

She looked up at him. "I'm yours, always and forever," she said, and Satoru, with a sigh of something like relief, kissed her.

He thought about that morning while sitting in her empty room, wishing he had stored those moments more to revisit them, relive them. He did miss her. 'Come back home, Y/N. You promised me.'

[mrs-geuse]

Hello! I recently played DBH and fell in love with Hank. I know I'm a little late, but I wasn't into dilfs before, even tho I knew the game.

Anyway, I saw your fanfics, and wondered if you'd be up to write one for me c:

I totally understand if not, as I mentioned, I'm late, but wanted to give it a shoot! Have a nice day 🤍😊

Only because you asked so nicely 😏

Seriously though - thank you! I haven't written in so long and it's really nice to return to our lovable Mr. Anderson.

It isn't fear that crosses your face, no. When the clock shifts to 11pm and he hasn't called, you know Hank's in another one of those moods. It's this month. Any time this month comes around, he's reliving. It's when he lost Cole. You both know it.

He's ashamed he's told you, but you're glad the friendship you've struck up has gotten to this level of comfortable. It makes you feel giddy. Not that Hank's even aware of your feelings for him, but you swallow that down.

But, yes, it's this month that weighs heavy. So he buries himself so deep in any case that crosses his desk and he gets home late. He'd cut back on drinking but these nights are often filled with unfair memories. You don't blame him if he resorts to old habits. One doesn't just heal after losing a kid.

You step in to help out. How can you not?

There's a spare key hidden on a shelf in his garage. No, he isn't stupid enough to just leave it out. He's a cop, after all. You know the pass code to his door lock on the garage, can stumble your way around in the dark no problem.

You take Sumo for walks often on nights like these. It helps you. Breaks up the lonely. Makes you feel important. You're so good at fixing. This is, unfortunately, one of those things you cannot fix.

So you take Sumo for a walk, try to hold things together for another night.

If Hank hasn't shown up at home by now, you usually go looking. Few local pubs, nothing too frantic. It's not like years ago when you'd find him booted from the place, passed out behind the wheel or against the brick of buildings.

Hank Anderson does reckless things when he's hurting.

It's what you tell yourself - especially tonight - when you've found him at Rival's Pub, nursing a beer. He's not drunk by any means and it's one of those fall specialty drinks, you can smell the almost maple flavor on his breath.

And then you can taste it.

After a, "you really got it out for me, don't cha, y/n?" You feel heat blossoming in your chest and before it registers, you're lip locked at the bar.

Hank Anderson does reckless things when he's hurting.

You repeat this to yourself. It plays in loop in your head as he's pressing you to the backseat of his car, as he's undressing you, as he's kissing down your body.

"Always fuckin' takin' care of me. You don't gotta do that, yanno. I'm...I'm okay." He says it between kisses and it sounds a lot more truthful this way than when he'd claimed it at work the other day.

You almost ruin it. Of course you do. When his head is midway down your thigh, awfully close to your sensitive bits, you say, "This may make work a little awkward, don't you think?"

He just shrugs, continues kissing down your form, loops his fingers under your knee and places his face between your thighs.

You'd dreamt of this moment, but nothing compares to the real thing. Hank Anderson loves to eat you out and when his talented tongue is done with you, you're a gasping mess for him.

"So pretty. So fuckin' pretty." It's everything you can do to hold yourself together when he's hovering over you like this, when he's praising you like this.

Hank doesn't ever say "thank you" for taking care of things while he's struggling emotionally, but this is the closest he's ever gotten.

You agree to take this back to his place and the fact that you drove your own car was your saving grace because you got to compose yourself. Hank was like a drug you'd been craving for years and all of those times of pining for him all accumulate to this moment: parked in his driveway now - something commonplace. But this time is different. This time you're trying to remember what his hard cock felt like pressed against your thigh.

How you wanted to be wanted.

Hank is no gentleman, but he takes things slow when you get inside. There are no candles or glasses of wine poured. But he fucks you against the wall because you were too worked up to make it to the bedroom.

You could feel bruises start to form from the pressure, from his fingers pressing and curling into your skin, almost as if he were making sure you were real.

"Thought about this for a while," he almost growls this into your neck; kisses you like he means it.

You're a mess for him; a string of cursing and moans. You're all hands, wandering, making sure you're feeling this moment - that you're present. You worry that any second now you're gonna wake up.

Only this isn't a dream and it gets really real when you're cumming all over his cock - when he has to pull out and cum because it got to be too much. He was too worked up.

There's a splatter of Hank's cum on the floor and he sets you down gently, all gasps and gentle kisses.

He asks you to stay the night. 'It's late' he says, uses that as an excuse for those pleading eyes to suck you in, hope you'll knock the lonely out of him for just a little longer.

And you stay. Without hesitation, without letting your mind wander to anxious thoughts.

You're good for each other. You ground each other.

And it sure as Hell feels good to love the lonely out of him, if even for tonight.

[bxcketbarnes]

dared to kiss w/ tasm!peter parker

You knew coming to this stupid party was going to be a mistake. You’re chewing the chapped skin on your lips as your eyes roam around the crowded room. You try your best to find your roommate in the sea of drunk students, your fingers fiddling with the rim of the red solo cup you’re holding.

A sigh leaves your lips and you decide to leave the corner you’ve been standing in for the past thirty minutes. The quicker you find her, the quicker you can leave.

“Ashley!” You call out, not sure if your voice is heard over the loud music. You tuck some hair behind your ear before making your way towards the stairs.

You stand on the bottom step and lean on your tippy-toes, seeing if the height advantage is easier to find your blonde-headed roommate.

Two hands grab a hold of your waist, causing you to jump while moving to the side. “Sorry,” the guy apologizes and your eyes meet his honey brown ones. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah, I’m alright,” you mumble loud enough for him to hear. You give him a tight-lipped smile before your gaze moves past him. “Hey, have you seen Ashley?”

He makes a face of uncertainty and shrugs his shoulders. “Uh, I don’t know who Ashley is,” he laughs while scratching the back of his neck. “I don’t usually attend parties.”

A chuckle leaves your lips and you nod your head in agreement. “Yeah, me neither. She made me come here,” you mention to him.

“Seems like we’re in the same boat then. I’m Peter,” he introduces himself.

“You’re majoring in biophysics, right?” You ask, feeling like you’ve seen him in a couple of your classes.

His eyes widen a bit before he nods his head yes. “I am. Are you?” Peter asks with a smile on his lips.

“Yeah, I’ve seen you in a few of my classes,” you tell him before taking a sip of your drink.

Someone roughly pushes their way between the two of you, causing you to stumble a bit. Peter reaches his hands out to you, stopping you from falling down the stairs. Ashley appears beside you and lets out an excited squeal, ushering for both of you to go upstairs with her.

“Ashley, I’ve bee-”

“Shush, c’mon we’re going to play truth or dare,” she cuts you off, continuing to push you and Peter up the steepish steps. “You’ve been in the corner all night long. Let loose and please try to have fun.”

You frown as the three of you walk into the room with seven other college students. You don’t say anything as your roommate sits you on the floor beside her. Your eyes follow Peter as he sits on the floor across from you. The two of you smile at one another and your roommate notices, a smile of her own gracing her lips.

“You should go for it,” she whispers into your ear before tilting her head in Peter’s direction. You pull back from her and glance down at her with wide eyes. You shake your head and Ashley rests her hand on your forearm. “Babe, listen to me. He’s interested. You’re interested. Go. For. It.”

Your cheeks blush at her words and find your gaze moving back towards Peter. His brown eyes roam around the room and his fingers fumble with one another as he waits for this game to start.

-

“Y/N,” Ashley calls out to you, a smirk coming to her lips as she turns her upper body to face you. “Truth or dare.”

Your heart pounds against your chest and you glance at your roommate. “Uh-” you gulp and quickly look around the room before meeting her eyes again. “D-Dare.”

Ashley grins widely and she rests her chin against the palm of her hand. “I dare you to kiss the person you think is the most attractive,” she dares you. Your breath hitches in your throat, not believing the words that left her lips.

Heat pricks at your skin and you start to feel a bit embarrassed at all the eyes on you. You let out a deep breath and move to kneel on the floor. You start crawling in Peter’s direction and your gaze meets his. Your hands begin to feel clammy as you come to a stop in front of him. You quickly lean forward and press your lips to his, kissing him quickly.

“E-Excuse me,” you stutter after pulling away from him. You spring up from your spot on the floor and rush out of the room. Tears pool in your eyes as you curse yourself for picking a dare, especially to Ashley.

Peter’s lips part in shock, not expecting you to find him the most attractive out of everyone in this room. He pushes himself off the floor and follows you out of the room. The sound of a door slamming shut catches his attention and Peter takes a few steps toward the bathroom door. “Y/N?” He calls out to you while knocking on the door.

You pick your head up at the sound of Peter’s voice and your heart leaps in your chest. “Peter?” You whisper out and quietly walk towards the door to the bathroom. “What are you doing here?” You ask him after opening the door a smidge.

“I came to see if you were okay,” he whispers as his eyes soften. He pushes his way into the room, one of his hands resting on your waist as the other gently closes the door behind him. A smile comes to your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, hugging him unexpectedly.

“You’re so sweet,” you whisper into his ear and pull away afterward. You sniffle and wipe the excess tears on your cheeks. “I’m sorry for kissing you.”

Peter shakes his head and brings his hands to your face. “Don’t apologize, Y/N. I was kind of shocked that you kissed me,” he mentions to you with an awkward chuckle.

“O-Oh, really?” You stutter over your words and glance down at the floor, Peter’s hands moving to your arms. “I mean you are really really cute.”

He grins as your cheeks blush a deep red. “Well, if it’s any consolation, I think you’re extremely pretty,” Peter confesses to you, crouching a little so he can look into your eyes. His thumb strokes your cheek for a few seconds before he leans in to kiss you again.

Your eyes widen a bit and he pulls away, looking up at you through his lashes. “This can’t be happening,” you whisper and you run your fingers through your hair.

“It’s happening,” he chuckles while dragging his thumb across your bottom lip. “Would you want to get some coffee in the morning?”

“Y-Yeah, Peter, I would love to,” you tell him with a shy smile, your hands resting on his shoulders.

-

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[rogue-durin-16]

Okay, but consider? Eddie getting his shit rocked, but "King Steve" running in with a bat full of nails to get the basketball players to back off.

I can't help it, Eddie is too pretty when he's hurt and bleeding....

May I serve you a little long drabble about this?

Pairing: none intended (steddie if you wanna read it like that)

Warnings: violence, guns, language, blood if you squint

A/N: Takes place after Eddie survives the bats and is cleared of all charges bc Hawkins is a small town full of hicks that agreed to go on a fucking manhunt, you cannot tell me Eddie would have been safe. I feel like I only put Eddie through pain and punches in this account 💀 Eddie, my love, I'm sorry <3

It's friday night, 9:00 pm, which means yet another Hellfire club D&D session has just ended.

First weeks of May; the nights grow shorter and the days elongate, the Sun deciding it's time to grace the not so regular town of Hawkins with its warmth and light.

Despite this, 9:00 pm is still 9:00 pm, so when the boys of Hellfire leave Hawkins High, the only light in the parking lot is the one coming from the flickering street lamps, which cast menacing shadows on the D&D party's way to their homes.

In Hawkins, no one is ever truly safe, but these kids really got the short end of the stick this time; it's not interdimensional monsters the ones they fear— it's their own neighbors.

The law had forgiven Eddie back in the middle of April for those crimes he never committed, but the people... The people weren't as easy to convince.

They needed a Devil to blame just as much as they needed a God to pray, and Eddie just happened to be the loud, rebellious outcast.

To Hawkins' pearl-clutchers, Eddie Munson looked like he belonged to Satan. And those kids, those teens who wore the same shirt as him, those were... His acolytes.

Only ignorant people believe this, of course, but ignorant people tend to get violent really fast.

So that's why Nancy Wheeler is waiting for Mike at the parking lot, tapping her heel on the concrete with folded arms.

That's why Jonathan Byers awaits for the newest member of the Hellfire club right at the entrance of the building.

That's why Erica Sinclair, who has ordered her dad to drive her to Hawkins High School, clutches the passenger seat's door with the window down, eyes sharp, scanning the dark surroundings.

And that's why Robin Buckley bites her nails in Steve Harrington's car, her piercing blue eyes wide open. She wants to vomit words, but if she does that one more time, Steve will punch her straight in the face.

Gareth's mother is there too. He didn't talk much to her before the whole manhunt happened, but now she rarely lets him out without knowing where he's going and when he's supposed to come back.

Jeff doesn't have anyone, but it's alright because Eddie walks him to his shitty car every time.

Eddie makes sure everyone gets to walk to their cars without a problem every. Fucking. Time. Which is ironic, considering he's the one in constant danger of being lynched, or beaten up, or threatened, or worse.

Worse had happened. Yes, that one time he was walking Robin Buckley home from Family Video, because the least he could do after her and Steve managed to get him a job there, was to make sure she got home safe after a night shift, and since she didn't like Eddie's driving skills, they walked.

Someone had shot at him. Presumably. Robin had assured him it was just another drunk jackass playing with his gun because "Eddie, this is America.", but the bullet was accompanied by a loud 'FREAK', so it didn't take a lot of effort to put two and two together.

The point is, Eddie being the one to make sure everyone was safe before heading out wasn't the smartest decision, but it was what Eddie did.

9:10 pm, the kids were running out as carefree and excited as always. Another victory for them.

First one to leave was always Will, switching from Eddie's protective hand on his shoulder to Jonathan's in a matter of seconds.

Then it's Lucas, because he actually runs to his car. No one blames him— after beating up Jason, he's public enemy number 2.

Mike goes closely after, diving into his protective big sister's car to save her from frowning any longer.

Then goes Gareth. He wants to leave sooner, but pride overcomes him at the thought of sprinting to his mother's car before any of the freshmen, so he waits.

It always takes Dustin a bit of convincing and a couple of annoyed and quite worried shouts from Steve to walk to the car. In fact, most times it takes Eddie himself walking him all the way to Harrington's backseat for Dustin to leave.

He just doesn't want to leave Eddie alone.

Then Eddie says his goodbyes and he's off to walk Jeff, who, funnily enough, always leaves his vehicle at worst lit corner of the parking lot. It's because he's late to class and it's the only spot left, but it looks straight out of a horror movie.

Eddie is actually scared of walking back to his van, because by the time he gets there, none of the cars that came to escort the Hellfire members remain there.

He tries to zone out in order to calm his nerves, toying with his car key chain, or his rings, or his pick necklace while he hums a song. He tries not to be terrified while he walks alone in the night.

There's no cars left, as he suspected, and he thinks 'wow, isn't this like, the perfect set-up for someone to come after me?'

It's a joke. He's joking. He's just trying to get a kick out of it because laughing always helps, but he regrets the thought the moment he sees a jeep at the far end of the parking lot. Andy's jeep.

He really doesn't want to run to his van, he really doesn't. He knows those jocks are looking and he's supposed to be the scary one, not the other way around. It had been the other way around throughout his preteen years, he was not coming back to that.

"Hey, freak!"

Oh, but he really wants to run when he hears Jason's voice coming from behind him.

They're not even in the jeep. They're out, near the building, under one of those goddamn street lamps, and they look like an actual cult with those stupid jackets on.

"Where'd you think you're going?"

"Home." Eddie deadpans, as if he's not about to shit himself. "Why, you wanna come with me, Carver?"

The basketball team captain pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against with a scornful laugh, and Eddie wants to cry.

"See, I don't think you're going anywhere, Munson." Andy chimes, cracking his knuckles. "Not until we talk."

"I think I'll pass." Eddie gulps, deciding to slowly walk backwards to his mean of transport.

Oh, but two of the basketball boys are quite eager to throw hands; they're not about Jason's slow pace, so they just stalk to Eddie and shove them to the asphalt, and he curses them under his breath when he scratches his palms when they land behind him to cushion the fall.

He's so fucked. At least if he stands upright, he's a good couple of inches taller than all of them. Now, he doesn't even have that.

"Hey, Munson, you play guitar right?" Well, he doesn't even know that one boy. He's probably a junior, but he looks as scary as the 18 year olds when he circles him.

"Yeah, in that shitty band."

"Are you left handed Munson?" The supposed junior taunts him, and Eddie is pretty sure about what he's going to do, so he swiftly moves his hands off the pavement.

"Are you deaf, freak?" Jason's shoe knocks the air out of his lungs when he kicks his chest, making him tumble back aaaand his hands are back on the road. "Rob here," Jason crouches down to take a firm hold of Eddie's Hellfire shirt, "asked if you're a lefty." and Eddie tries to shake him away but Jason just... Toses him back to the ground like a rag doll.

Eddie screams when a heavy boot crushes his left fingers into the jagged ground, sending a sharp pain all the way up his arm that makes his eyes screw shut.

"I think he's right handed." Another one says, but they have no chance to step on his right hand too, because he's using it to pull his left one away from the basketball player's foot.

"Get off me!" The boy yells when Eddie opts to push his leg. A kick on the ribs makes him stop.

"Don't fucking touch him!" Then another boot lands on his stomach, and Eddie thinks that the best outcome of this is him in a hospital bed, because in the blink of an eye, the whole basketball team is kicking him.

It lasts approximately five seconds that feels like ages to Eddie, but they all seem to halt his assault once a car skids back into the parking lot.

"HEY, ASSHOLES!"

Eddie doesn't see this, but Robin pretty much threw herself out of the car while Steve pumped the breaks so she could open the trunk.

"WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" Steve shouts loud enough for everyone to hear.

The younger members of the basketball team back away at Steve's confident strut, but the seniors stay in place, because they know King Steve hasn't won a single fight in his entire life.

Now, Steve Harrington isn't confident in his fighting odds, no; he's confident in the nailed bat Robin Buckley is pulling out of the trunk.

"Henderson, go to the payphone and call the cops!" Steve orders, not averting his determined eyes from Jason and his goons while he catches his reliable weapon when Robin throws it. "CARVER! ARE YOU FUCKING DEAF?!" He questions, lazily swinging his bat with a tired, pissed off visage. "I ASKED WHAT THE FUCK YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" He's not planning on using it on anyone, but if he has to, he will.

Jason seems to catch that, and he slowly walks back, putting distance between him and Eddie, only because he needs to put distance between him and Steve.

"STEVE! THEY'RE ON THEIR WAY!" Dustin yells from the payphone. He wants to run to Eddie desperately, but while Steve drove them back like a madman, he had told Dustin to stay put no matter what.

At the freshman's words, panic spreads amongst the basketball players, who run back to the jeep and yell for Andy to follow them, but Andy is stupid, so he sticks with Jason.

"You gonna answer me or not?" Steve has walked past Eddie and is way too close for the blond's liking, and he just keeps getting closer.

"Stay out of this, Harrington." Andy says.

And Andy's ass hits the ground, because Steve may not know how to win fights, but he does knows how to pack a punch, and in all honesty, he's having none of this.

He's tired of people running around with torches and pitchforks chasing literal highschoolers. Highschoolers who, mind you, saved their miserable lives more than once.

And this is a constant thing now —sometimes happens at work, sometimes at Dustin's doorstep, sometimes at the trailer park—, and he's tired of yelling at people like Jason, so it takes little to tick Steve off.

"Listen up, you disgusting piece of shit." He hisses, taking a fistful of Jason's jacket before harshly shoving him against the wall. "I'm gonna be as clear as possible." Steve begins, making sure Jason can't get away from his grip. "I don't care about whatever the hell you think Eddie did to Chrissy, and I don't care about your fucking religious agenda."

Jason is scared. He's genuinely scared because Steve is taller and angrier and has a fucking bat with nails near his face.

"If I ever see you near Eddie —near anyone from Hellfire—, not even your stupid mother will recognize you, alright, dipshit? 'Cause I'll ruin that squared, dumb face of yours with this." He pokes Jason's cheek with one if the nails at the front of his bat and oh my god is that blood? Did he actually attack someone with this?

The police car arrives soon enough. By then, Robin has pulled Eddie up and is checking his hand carefully. Yeah, it's definitely broken. Eddie's guess is that a rib or two have been fractured, too, but nothing too bad; at least he can breathe.

Well, not right now, but that's because Robin shoved a napkin up his nose to stop the blood from flowing out of it.

Steve doesn't let go of Jason until Hopper is by his side and tells him to head out, which he gladly does, calling for Dustin on his way to Eddie and Robin.

"Thanks, man."

"How many times do we have to tell you?" Steve response to Eddie's gratitude is a dose of his motherly instincts, hands on his hips while he scolds the metalhead. "You can't be waltzing around on your own, dude. You're lucky Erica spotted the damn jeep."

"I'm sorr—"

"Christ, shut up. C'mon," Steve motions the three people around him and walks to the car, pulling his keys from his back pocket. "we're taking you to the hospital."

"I don't—"

"No." Steve raised a warning index finger, peeking over his shoulder. "I don't wanna hear it. Get in." He commands, opening the backseat's right door for Robin to help Eddie in.

Steve awaits until the girl is in the passenger seat to bend over, forearms resting on both the edge of the door and the roof of the car.

"People here really fucking suck, man." he mumbles, loud enough for the young adults in the car to hear him. "How bad is it?"

"On a scale of one to ten?" Eddie asks in a quiet voice. Dustin is pacing outside the car until Steve tells him to get in. No one wants Dustin to see Eddie like this. Not even Dustin himself. "Maybe a six?"

"Head's okay?"

"Haven't had any complaints yet." Eddie wiggles his brows at Steve, whose frown eases at the comment. Yeah, Eddie's head is okay. "Head's fine."

Steve nods, giving a sympathetic look at the senior. "From now on, we're driving you home." He states, giving Eddie's shoulder a careful squeeze. "It'll get better."

"I know."

"Just... not yet."

"I know."

After a silent second, Steve retreats to his upright position. "Alright, Henderson, get in, we gotta get moving. I don't want your mother to kick my ass."

Dustin leaps inside at Steve's signal and automatically starts checking on Eddie while Steve circles the vehicle, throwing the bat back into the trunk before hopping in and driving straight to the hospital.

He's right, it will get better, just not now.

And with people like Steve, Robin and Dustin in his life, Eddie feels safe enough to wait for things to get better.

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[longlivefanfic-net]

i fuckin love you 😞 also random headcanon have- y’know those guys in your class who claim to be homophobic but r always doing weird ass shit like sitting on each other’s laps or kissing each other blah blah blah? yeah- that was steve & tommy. im SO sure they were those guys in hs tbh- and they decided to kiss each other for ‘practice’ once forsure. -max

yes, YES Maximilian, exactly!!! these boys give me a lot of feelings bc I think Tommy was absolutely in LOVE w Steve, but I think Steve would have been a lot more likely to risk everything whereas Tommy would have been more reserved and hesitant. Like, I think Tommy has more to lose if he's gay--I think he cares more about his reputation, whereas Steve seems mildly resentful of his as the seasons go on. I also think YEAH they def kissed at LEAST once. prbly more. I see ur vision, Max, and I offer u this:

Steve and Tommy were each other's first kisses. It was when they were 14, the summer before they started high school; they were going to their first real boy/girl party that night, and had Tommy had biked over to Steve's house to spend the day in the last remnants of summer, soaking the sun into their bones as they wrestled in the pool.

Steve had suggested it. Had "um"-d and "uh"-d his way around it, saying he wanted to kiss a girl tonight--"whoever's prettiest, that's who I'm going for"--but he didn't want--fuck, he just wanted to make sure he did it right. And it wouldn't count as their first kiss, right, because they're boys, and Steve was pretty sure kissing only really counted when it was with a girl.

Tommy said yes, of course; he didn't want to seem like a bad kisser either, and if there was anyone he could trust to help him out it was his best friend, Steve. Afterwards, Steve suggested they try kissing with tongue, too--"just in case."

They never talked about it again. Steve had his first "real" kiss that night during a game of spin the bottle, and the pretty blonde his spin had landed on had giggled and told all the other freshman girls that he was the best kiss she'd ever had. Steve didn't need to "practice" anymore after that.

The memory, though, of those sloppy, timid kisses shared between two boys in a swimming pool still came back to both of them, though, as the years went on. Steve blushed when he remembered it, turned crimson when he remembered his own insistence on tonguing Tommy like the idiotic child he had been. It didn't really bother him, though, until the spring of Senior year.

Steve and Nancy had broken up and, before he had a chance to win her back, she had gotten together with Jonathan (not that Steve was surprised. He had seen the way his girlfriend eyed her "just friend," had seen the longing looks Byers cast to her when her back was turned). He was single, he was depressed, and, dammit, Steve was lonely. But his reputation had slipped; King Steve had been dethroned when Billy moved to Hawkins, and he had been steadily falling from grace ever since.

He started going to parties, as many of those "wild" Senior year parties he could get the addresses for. He didn't really go to be social--it still burned against his skin when he saw the gaggle of girls hungrily eyeing Billy, the group of his former friends laughing at his every joke. Steve went to the parties to drink until his brain stopped spiraling, stopped ruminating on how many damn times he had almost died--the demogorgon, first, and now those damn demodogs that had almost taken a chunk out of him and the brats--just to end up alone. After the first few parties, even the more desperate girls had stopped following him to the backyard when he went to smoke, had stopped asking him to pump the keg for them with fluttering eyelashes.

He was standing in a corner of a dimly lit room, the party of some girl who lived a few streets over--close enough for Steve to walk home, close enough for him to get so drunk he could barely stand--when it happened.

Tommy still remembered those kisses too. He pushed them out of his mind late at night over the last almost-four years, shook his head like he could shake the images, the memory of the taste of Steve Harrington's tongue, loose. He hadn't spoken to Steve in months--not really, not an actual conversation, not since the incident with Nancy "the Slut" Wheeler and the movie theatre. And when Billy had rolled into town, Tommy had been one of the first ones to fall at his feet, to throw aside the remaining loyalty he had to Steve for this new man--stronger, more handsome, with stories of the older women he had bagged back in California. He was cool, and Tommy would be cool by association for him.

It was Billy's idea. Billy's idea to declare that all the boys should play Dare--"No truth," he had said, only slightly slurring his words, "That shit's for fucking pussies." The first Dare had gone to one of the boys from the football team; Billy had ordered him to cop a feel of the one girl in school who wore a purity ring and meant it, and they had all howled with laughter when the sound of her palm slapping his face echoed across the room full of drunken teenagers. The second Dare went to a guy from the baseball team. He asked two best friends, well known at Hawkins High for being inseparable, what all they were willing to do with each other since there was so little they were willing to do without. He, and the two girls, disappeared into a bedroom upstairs, and he spent the next thirty minutes trying to figure out what one man was even supposed to do with two girls.

The next dare was Tommy's. He grinned when Billy said his name, already proud to have been chosen. "Tom," Billy said, squinting his eyes. "How 'bout you go kiss your old girlfriend?" Tommy shook his head, confused. "She's not here." "No, not your old ball and chain," Billy snarked, his voice biting. "Harrington." He motioned to the corner where Steve stood, eyes unfocused, staring at nothing as he nursed the can in his hand.

Tommy didn't want to disappoint him, didn't want to fall short of this opportunity to prove himself to Billy. He strode towards Steve, crossing the room quickly. "Tommy?" Steve asked, looking up as he got closer. Tommy's hands grabbed Steve's shirt collar, bunching in the fabric. "What are you--"

That was all Steve got out before they collided, hard. Tommy kissed him fiercely, aggressively, their lips pushing together in a way that hurt, and Tommy thought he was lucky he didn't chip a tooth or bite his damn tongue. His next thought, however, was simpler: Steve. Steve's skin, Steve's neck under his hands, Steve's hair so close to his nose, Steve's freckles and scars, Steve's long eyelashes against his cheekbone, Steve's lips sliding against his as they returned the pressure in kind, Steve's fingers snagging him by the waist, and-- Tommy pushed back, shoving Steve away from him suddenly. They were in public, at a party. This wasn't a fantasy, not a dream come to life; it was real, was actually happening.

Steve stared at him, eyes wide and suddenly sober as their eyes held each others. His wide jaw was slack, lips parted gently, and Tommy watched as he raised a hand to brush his warm, brunette strands off of his forehead. "Tommy--" Steve mumbled, his cheeks a light shade of pink. Tommy looked away, quickly turning his head to find Billy, ready to throw him a thumbs up, ready to turn his back and laugh at Steve, ready to cement his place as one of the popular guys no matter what it cost him. Billy wasn't looking; he and the knot of boys around him had already moved on to the next dare.

Tommy felt his heart falter in his chest. His breath stuck in his throat. If no one was laughing at the joke...it was harder to call it a joke. He turned back to Steve, all wide eyes and full lips and beautiful hands reaching for him, catching themselves before they touched him, lowering back to his hips. "Tommy." Steve shook his head, and Tommy felt something inside of him shatter at the pain in Steve's eyes. "Tommy."

[kirozai]

Heyy!

Do you have requests open?

If you do,

I'd like fluff headcanons with Diluc and Venti if you can :D also modern au if your ok doing that-

Have a good dayyy!

im sorry dear! i dont exactly know how i can do modern au in a sagau au :((

a little bit more…

CW: fluff religious themes, cult au, sagau, self awareness, yandere themes

synopsis: fluff headcannons with diluc and venti! <3 a drunk bard and a bartender with no tolerance for drunk people

type of reader: gn!reader, darling!reader, god!reader

diluc

“thank you for everything your grace.”

i feel like a bunch a fics and things about diluc center around his job.

so it’s time for a switch up!

diluc caring for you when you get hurt.

his range in the medical field is a bit above average.

you don’t get hurt often since the monsters don’t attack you, but this one time you fell and scratched your knee really badly

“please don’t move”

“are you okay?”

diluc’s softer side would definitely come out during this period.

i believe that diluc is very overprotective so it’s wither him carrying you or you waiting for like an hour on the ground

*whispers* choose him carrying you….

live laugh love diluc

expect many expensive gifts.

being the second richest in teyvat he could buy you whatever!

i like to think he can make cute origami figures

swan origami on his head

venti

“its a beautiful day outside don’t you think your grace?”

venti thrives on your happiness, it makes him feel like the luckiest person in the world seeing your smile

and being the reason for it makes it 10 times better!! no wait 100 times better!

i get him being a drinker, but he loves you so much to the point where he literally would stop drinking for you!!

i know i’ve said this a million times, but he values your happiness over your safety, so say if zhongli says no to something, venti would absolutely say yes just out of spite

nothing to dangerous though!!

he could look at you for hours because that’s just how perfect you are!!

he would probably watch you sleep…

LOVINGLY IN A GOOD WAY

clings to you whenever he can!!

i hope you enjoyed this <3 it’s quite difficult to do sagau with modern since it would remove most of the point, unless you meant just like no sagau then i apologize!! D:::

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