#I’m just like hank fr

[littlebirdy0301]

[dinogoofymutated]

Okay so like,,,,I usually never make requests (I’m a lurker fr fr) but your writing Is god tier, so I gotta ask:

Could you do a fic for Hank/Beast? He’s my personal fave but I never see any content for him ever, like the fic scene for this man is a ghost town. he’s underrated as hell. My man is ripped, highly intelligent and respectful of the arts! Yet he doesn’t get any attention.

I would love to see some general headcanons (SFW & NSFW) if you’re up to it. no problem if you don’t write for him or something, I just thought i would ask.

Thanks!

SFW!Beast/GN!Reader

To be honest, I actually wasn't really sure about writing for Hank at first because I've never really had a connection to the character, but he grew on me!! Plus, I'm here to serve lolol we've been starved of fics as a Fandom for basically forever and it would be a disservice not to fill the Hank void out there! Hope it's okay that I only wrote Sfw headcannons, I have a separate req for NSFW for him so I decided to split it into two to save my sanity lol. Finals are gonna be hell for me.

-ps- Should I be writing right now? no. Am I doing it anyway? Yurp. Also, I'm basing his history off of the fandom wiki, so I'm sorry if anything is off.

Tws: none that I can think of atm. As always, reader written while picturing fem but no pronouns mentioned.

Hank, despite what some would think, was most definitely a heartthrob, particularly in his college days!! I mean, a man who's confident, smart, respectful, and also an athlete? Who wouldn't swoon? He was 110% the guy that everyone wanted to take home to their parents.

And He's such a sweet, attentive lover too!! Acts of service almost definitely is a love language for him. He cooks for you, fixes the broken things that you didn't even realize were broken, even organizes your notes before a difficult exam.

He loves to surprise you with flowers, even if it isn't any special occasion, and if you ask, he'll help you preserve them as well!

He loves to kiss your forehead, temples, and hands. On top of that, he's very touchy. The two of you were most definitely seen as the parents of any friend group.

Things changed a little after he took the serum that mutated him further. His confidence had taken a blow, and he just didn't quite know how to approach you anymore.

It took a hot minute to reassure him that you didn't really care if he was blue, or furry, or beastly, he was still Hank Mccoy, wasn't he? He was the man you were in love with, and you certainly weren't going to stop now. Besides, you still thought he was handsome. With the kinds of books he's seen you read, you're a bit surprised that he didn't think you would find him attractive.

Things gradually got back to normal, but for a while, he didn't kiss you as often as he used to. Well, he didn't kiss you period. Even though he knew the incredible extent to which you loved him, the shape of his mouth had changed. Hell, he had fangs that he would rather die than mark you with.

You practically had to tie him down into a contract to get him to kiss you again. He was always one to experiment, why not treat this the same? If you kiss, and it goes well, you do it again. If it goes well a second time and a third, you have a pretty reliable test. Validity shouldn't matter when he knew that you loved him to bits already.

He felt like he was falling in love with you all over again, and yet he still hesitated. It wasn't until you had grabbed him by the collar to drag him into a kiss that he actually relaxed, and what do you know, it was a pretty reliable test after all. A predictive one too, with how often you continued to kiss him afterwards.

Domestic was the best way to describe your relationship with Hank.

    You yawned as you made your way down to the lab, still in your pajamas and slippers. Just a few hours previously, after a shower and self-care routine, you had settled into bed with an eyebrow-raising book as you waited for your husband to come to bed. This was a normal routine for the two of you, you immersing yourself into a book to stay awake until Hank entered, kissed your temple sweetly, and began his own nightly routine. It was a set of events you were used to. 

    Today, however, you felt like you had done a lot more reading than usual. When you finally pulled yourself out of your book and checked the time, the clock by your bed read 11 pm. A rather late time for Hank to be out, but you already knew where he would be. The lower levels of the mansion were extra cold at night, and you find yourself rubbing some warmth into your arms as you approach the lab. 

    The doors open with a swish, the light of the lab having all been darkened exempt for the lamp on Hank’s desk. He’s so immersed in what he’s doing that he doesn’t even realize when you come in. You walk up behind his chair, running your hands through his hair softly when you reach him.

    Hank isn’t surprised, sighing at the pleasant sensation as he tips his head back to encourage you. You giggle a little, leaning down to press a kiss to his head as you begin to massage his scalp.

    “It’s late.” You say gently. Hank hums in response, eyes closed as he appreciates your touch. 

    “I’m sorry, my love. Seems I was a little entranced.” He says. You huff at him playfully.

    “You say entranced, I say you’re overworking yourself. You’ve been working on this project all week. Don’t let it cut into your rest time.” Your scolding always sounded too nice, but he knows you mean it. Hank sighs again, this time sounding a little more tired, but he doesn't argue. He rolls around to face you, pulling you into a tired hug from his chair. 

     “Perhaps it is time I go to bed. What time is it, my dear?” 

    “Eleven.” Hank lets out a quiet chuckle at your quick reply, finally standing up. He doesn’t let go of you however, choosing to rest his head on your shoulder as he sways the two of you back and forth.

    “You’re most certainly right, it is late. Much too late for a man to leave his lovely spouse waiting. Oh, whatever shall I do to make it up to you?.” His words come out as a purr, and you let out a curt laugh at him. You pull away a little, taking his large hands in your own as you lead him to the door. He smiles widely when you stop for a moment, remembering his glasses and placing them on his face before starting to drag him to bed. 

    “I’ll let you decide that, Love. As long as you make it to bed, that’s apology enough for me.”

[saltymongoose]

I’m poly and got a dumb idea:

So, the main 4 are fighting over who gets to date the Player or something like that. Player walks in and goes, “I thought all 4 of us were dating already???”

Oh god, that would be so funny. Especially if the Player had already been acting like they were in a relationship with all of them and made it really obvious that they held romantic feelings for them.

The four would just be absolutely flabbergasted while you're standing there saying things like "Did you think me kissing you right on the mouth was a platonic gesture? fr?" 🤨

You know Doc is going to be really embarrassed that he didn't notice this too, considering how he generally thinks he's more perceptive than the other three. The man can find a way to stop The Machine using time loops but can't see that his own feelings are reciprocated. I think they'd all fall into the trap of thinking it's just a "human thing" that you were doing too, which is one of the reasons why they're so surprised.

Overall though, I think they'd be happy. However, that doesn't mean that competition will end between them, all things considered. It just means that they can be far more forward with their intentions and feelings - which is a good thing for them. And I can't see Hank really liking the idea of 'sharing' you with the other three. (Especially when it means he can't outright kill them as he was probably considering. Although maybe he could've made an exception for 2BDamned. Maybe.)

Competition and jealousy will likely be fierce in the beginning, so maybe try spending equal time with them, and see how that works out. Let them take in your affections knowing you do love them as they so hoped you did, without the interference or presence of one another. Until they get used to it and calm down, at least.

[bisharp-that-likes-chips]

The main group reacting to the person being 5'1 in height, please?

Okie

Hank:

He thinks you’re adorable

He likes to pick you up and carry you around everywhere.

If anyone makes fun of your height, they’ll be sorry for even attempting.

He makes sure not to crush you when hugging you, the most dangerous man in Nevada has his gentle side you know?

Sanford:

Bro’s heart is melting faster than the ice caps (I’m sorry)

Likes carrying you around and holds you like a plushie

He’ll give anyone the death stare if they insult your height

Nah fr if anyone gets cursed by the stare of Sanford then they might as well write their last will and testament

Deimos:

Teases you from time to time (that usually ends in you giving him the slap of god)

He just does that cuz finally he’s no longer the shortest member in the group, meaning his ego has risen from 90-100

Cocky Deimos aside, he does think you’re precious and cuddles you whenever he feels kinda down

If anyone makes fun of you for ur height, he challenges them to a roast battle. Sometimes he wins, but other times, he legit gets owned so bad that u have to come in and kick the other guy’s ass and comfort him (he acts like he’s cool as a cucumber but he does need it and really enjoys being comforted after getting burnt)

2BDamned:

Kinda scared of you because you’re so tiny that you can sneak up on anyone and scare them so much they see heaven or hell

Other than that he does enjoy your presence, especially if you’re clinging on to him while he’s working. It makes him feel relaxed and warm whenever you’re there just being an affectionate lil bean

Dude gets passive aggressive whenever someone makes fun of your height. Like: dumbass: lMaO sO sHoRt Ur LiKe An AnT lolololol 😂😂😂😂😂 2B: you say that shit again and I’ll throw you into a white van with a free Candy sign on it with your fucking face tied up, so don’t make fun of my love okay good sir 😇?

Also holds you while sleeping

Hell yea new request finished after so long. I’ll work on others asap

[fortheloveofwonderland]

Darkness Declares Glory | Chapter 17 | SR

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Chapter Summary - Spencer receives a surprise visitor right when he needs it’s the most. The two of you grow closer and Spencer starts to feel something akin to normal.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - dark angst | smut | eventual happy ending.

Warnings - talk of weight gain, talk of drug addiction, Spencer starts to piece his memories together, swearing, public sex?, fingering, oral (fem and male receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex.

WC - 5.5k

Chapter 17 - Thnks Fr Th Mmrs

When Spencer got back to his room after his call with Cat, he wasn’t in the least bit surprised to find you gone. He wrote in his journal for a while, unable to stop himself recounting in graphic detail his evening spent with you. 

He was sure it wasn’t all in his head. It couldn’t have been in his head, surely? But sadly Spencer didn’t trust his own brain anymore. 

He had a dreamless sleep that night and felt somewhat invigorated the next morning, ready to throw himself head first into his recovery and put all thoughts of Cat Adam’s behind him once and for all. 

He carried his chip in his pocket everywhere he went and when he was struggling he would hold it in his palm and squeeze as a reminder of his sobriety. 

The evening rolled around and Spencer waited for his visitor in the library. He stretched out in the chair before drumming his fingers on the wooden table. He glanced up at the clock again. Whoever was coming was late and it was grating on Spencer’s patience. 

He took his chip out of his pocket and rolled it around on the table. Spencer preferred to keep busy, it helped keep his mind occupied. Waiting around like this caused him to think about drugs. 

His leg bounced up and down and the sound of the coin rolling back and forth across the wood was one of few sounds to be heard. There were only two other people in the library and one of those was the librarian, so it was deathly quiet. 

He huffed out a breath as his leg continued to jiggle. On the far side of the library he heard the door open and if this wasn’t his visitor, Spencer was leaving. He had better things to do with his time. Like spend it with you. 

He heard footsteps heading his way and he trained his eyes on the sound just like the FBI trained him to do. When someone came into view, Spencer dropped the chip on the table, jaw hanging open as he glared wide eyed at his visitor. 

The man smiled brightly the second he saw Spencer and stopped in tracks, holding his arms open. 

“Pretty boy,” Morgan beamed at him. “Get over here!” 

Spencer leapt up from his chair and darted as fast as his leg would allow towards his friend and fell into his arms. Tears he hadn’t realised had sprung to his eyes started cascading down his cheeks as he buried his head into Morgan’s shoulder. 

“Morgan, you’re here.” He wrapped his arms tightly around the other man, practically squeezing the life from him. 

Morgan chuckled, patting the younger man’s back. 

“Of course I am. I’m here, Spencer, don’t worry.” Morgan held him while he sobbed for a few minutes. 

Spencer hadn’t realised how much he’d missed Morgan until right now. He felt overwhelmed that Morgan would come all this way to see him in his time of need. 

Eventually his tears started to slow and he stepped back from Morgan’s hold and wiped his eyes on his sweater sleeve. Morgan motioned him back towards the table where they sat on opposite sides. 

“Penelope called me. She’s worried about you. Everyone is.” Morgan removed his baseball cap and set it on the table next to Spencer’s chip. 

“I know. I’m sorry you had to come all this way.” Spencer pouted.

“Nuh uh. Don’t you dare apologise to me, kid.” Morgan shook his head, his voice that strange combination of calm and stern that was just so typically Morgan.

“I can’t help it.” Spencer ran his fingers over the face of the chip. “You shouldn’t have had to come all this way just for me. You’ve got Savannah and Hank to worry about, you don’t need me adding to that.” 

“Lucky for you, I’ve always been good at juggling many plates.” Morgan’s lips twitched up at the corner in a small smile. “So, you look better than I expected you to.”

Spencer smiled, picking up the coin and rolling it into his palm.

“I’ve put some weight back on. I’m still not back to where I was but I’m certainly more healthy than I was when I was admitted. And the withdrawals have mostly let up now. I still have moments where I feel like I’m going to die, but they are few and far between now.” he admitted.

“Are you getting your memories back? I heard you lost a large chunk of time?” Morgan leant his elbows on the table.

“Not really. I’m not sure they will ever come back to be honest. But I guess things are becoming clearer in a way.”

“How so?” 

“My last coherent memory before I woke up here was buying cocaine for the first time. I can now clearly see that was a long time ago, probably eighteen months ago or so. The combination of the dilaudid and the cocaine is what scrambled my brain and caused me to lose so much time. I also had what I thought was a dream before waking up here and I think now it might have been real.” He mused out loud. 

“What happened in it?” Morgan narrowed his eyes on him.

Spencer heaved a weighted sigh, clutching the chip tightly in his hand.

“It’s not strange for me to dream about faces from my past, but this was different. I think I passed out somewhere, overdosed. And I thought the people trying to help me were these people from my past. Cat was there but I think she was an innocent bystander trying to stop the bleeding in my leg wound. I attacked someone I thought was Mr Scratch but I think he was really a paramedic. Foyet was probably a doctor trying to help me and Lindsay Vaughn was likely just a nurse. 

I think that’s when I was admitted to the hospital before I ended up here. I think I remember it but my recollections are hazy due to the drugs. They probably always will be.” 

“Maybe that’s for the best. I know it’s probably scary not remembering but it might be your brain's way of protecting you.” Morgan offered a small smile.

“You’re probably right. I’m not sure I really want to know what I got up to.” Spencer chuckled dryly. “There’s one memory I would like to be able to ascertain whether or not it’s real though.”

“Care to share, pretty Ricky?” 

“I’m sure you’ve heard about Y/N and the relationship I created in my mind.” Spencer sighed as he spoke, sitting back in his chair. 

The look on Morgan’s face told him he knew all about that particular occurrence.

“Yeah, Prentiss told me.” he spoke a little guiltily. 

“I think I remember the first night I met her, like, really met her. But I don’t trust my brain anymore so I have no idea if it’s just part of this fantasy I’ve created. The only difference is that Tara thinks she saw us together. Y/N always wore this bracelet and Tara was sure she saw me with a woman who was wearing it some two years ago.” Spencer rolled up his sleeve a little to show Morgan the purple and gold woven band he hadn’t taken off since the night in the pool. 

Morgan looked from the bracelet back to Spencer’s face. 

“Prentiss said she’s a patient here? Have you asked her about it?” 

“Not yet. I probably should.” he rolled his sleeve back down. 

“What is it you remember from that night?” 

Morgan watched as Spencer’s cheeks flushed a deep red and he coiled his neck slightly into his sweater in embarrassment.

“I…I don’t want to talk about it.” Spencer gnawed on his lip.

A smile burst onto Morgan’s face and a soft chuckle left his lips at the younger man’s embarrassment. 

“You don’t want to tell me about your sex life, pretty boy?” Morgan laughed, trying to keep as quiet as possible given the setting. 

“I really don’t want to tell you about my sex life.” Spencer confirmed. 

“You should talk to her. It might help to know if it's a real memory or not.” Morgan thankfully changed the subject.

“I’m scared it’s just another false memory. I’m not sure if I want to know the truth or not. I don’t know if I can cope with anymore disappointment.” He was playing with the chip in his hand when Morgan reached across the table and placed his hand on Spencer’s wrist.

Spencer stilled his movements and the look in Morgan’s eyes told him to open his palm, which he did. Morgan plucked the chip from his open hand and held it up to look at it.

It had been a golden colour once but now was more of a bronze. The words “To Thine Own Self Be True” were embellished around the outside and a little scuffed. In the centre was a triangle with the number one in the middle which was a little worn away where Spencer had repeatedly rubbed his thumb over the surface. Along each edge of the triangle were three words. Unity. Service. Recovery.

It was clear it had been handled frequently which wasn’t a surprise. Morgan could clearly remember the times he’d noticed Spencer rubbing it between his fingers during particularly bad cases when he was struggling the most.

“I remember how proud you were when you got this.” Morgan mused with a slightly dreamy smile.

“Yeah?” Spencer questioned.

“Yeah and you had every right to be. It was a huge achievement, kid. You were practically beaming from ear to ear the first time you showed me.” he gently placed the coin back in Spencer’s still open hand. 

“I never thought I would make it a year. I was proud of myself.” he closed his palm and squeezed tightly. 

“You know you’ll get there again, don’t you? I have absolutely no doubt that you will make it again. Hell, you’ll make it to ten years again. Twenty even.” Morgan grinned at him, in a knowing kind of way.

When he looked at Spencer like that, it was hard for Spencer not to believe him. Morgan might not have an IQ like Spencer’s but he always seemed to just know things. Sometimes Spencer thought Morgan might be able to see into the future or something, because he always seemed to know what was going to happen.

“I hope you’re right.” Spencer nodded. 

“When have you known me to be wrong?” Morgan smirked at him. 

“Plenty of times but I don’t want to make you feel bad by listing them all.” Spencer teased him, slipping the chip back in his pocket. “Thank you for coming to see me Morgan, I really needed this.”

“You are more than welcome, pretty boy. Want to take a walk?” 

“Sure.” Spencer nodded, pushing his chair back and getting to his feet.

Morgan stood too and replaced his baseball cap, motioning for Spencer to lead the way. The two of them spent the next hour or so wandering around the institute and talking about everything and nothing all at once. And it was the closest Spencer felt to normal in months, maybe even years. 

That night, Spencer slept extremely well, feeling surprisingly peaceful after his evening spent with Morgan. It was amazing what seeing his best friend could do to his mood. 

***

He was pleased to find it carried over to the next day and he was more open in his group therapy than he had been since arriving here. He spoke at great lengths about his friendship with Morgan and how seeing him yesterday had invigorated him. 

Between therapies and meals, he spent his free time scouring the institute for you and continuously coming up empty. He had no idea how you managed to avoid him so well, whether it was deliberate or not. 

After dinner he wandered the courtyard and his feet instinctively carried him towards the rose garden where you’d been reading the first time he saw you at the institute. His heart practically soared when he spotted you sitting in the grass surrounded by rose bushes, your nose buried deep in a book.

You looked so peaceful as you read, with your hair falling slighting in your face, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth as you focused on the words on the page. Spencer watched you for a moment or two, enraptured by your exquisite beauty. It was no wonder you’d stuck in his mind the way you had, it wasn’t a surprise his brain has chosen you to create a fantasy life with. 

One look at you and all the air left his lungs. You rendered him dumb when you were near. 

You were so wrapped up in your book you didn’t even seem to notice him watching you. He could have stared at you all day and never got tired of it. But he had an urge to do a whole lot more than just stare at you.

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” 

Your eyes snapped up from the book in your lap and met Spencer’s as he approached you. You smiled softly at him and closed your book. 

“I’ve been around.” You watched him cross through the rose bushes and come closer to you. 

Once he was in front of you he cautiously lowered himself to the grass, trying to avoid too much strain on his still healing leg. You had your legs crossed and wore a skimpy sundress which gave Spencer the most perfect view of your thighs. It really wouldn’t be difficult for him at all to look right up your skirt. 

Maybe that had been your plan. 

“My eyes are up here, Spencer.” You giggled when he wouldn’t take his eyes off of your legs. 

When he looked up to meet your gaze, his pupils were blown out. 

“Is this for my benefit?” 

“Not especially. It’s a hot day.” 

“It just got a whole lot hotter.” He shuffled closer to you, his large hands finding your shins and tugged your legs out of their crossed position. 

You let him manoeuvre you like a rag doll until your legs were straight and parted enough for Spencer to kneel between them. He cupped your face in his hands and smiled darkly at you. 

“What are you doing?” Your voice was low and breathy. 

“Finishing what we started.” With that he kissed you, quickly laying you back in the grass and pressing his body down on top of yours.

You moaned against his lips, feeling his erection pushing against you. 

“Anyone could catch us. You heard what that nurse said. We could get in trouble.” You panted as his lips moved down to your neck. 

Spencer sucked on your flesh, causing your back to arch and your hips to grind against him. He chuckled against your skin.

“No one comes around here. It’s probably safer here than in our rooms.” 

He was probably right. And even if he wasn’t his lips were now casting across your collarbones and his hand was wandering your thigh so even if he wasn’t it didn’t matter. You were already too far gone. 

His hand worked under your dress and his fingers ran along your sheathed core. Even through your panties it was clear how wet you were already. 

“You want me to stop?” He laughed against your collarbones, fingers dancing over the fabric of your panties.

“N-no.” You whimpered and you were rewarded with the feeling of Spencer moving your panties aside. 

A rush of cool air shot between your legs but you didn’t have long to focus on it as Spencer’s fingers were running through your folds.

“Fuck you’re so wet, angel.” He placed a kiss on your jaw. 

“I k-know.” 

Spencer chuckled as two of his long, nimble fingers entered your waiting cunt and he growled against your skin at the way you felt. His other hand pushed the top of your dress down to expose your breasts and he wasted no time in taking one of your nipples in his mouth. 

You clamped your hand over your own mouth to stifle your moans as his teeth nibbled your sensitive bud. His fingers thrust in and out of your pussy, brushing against your cervix and causing your body to shake beneath him. 

He swapped over and gave the same attention to your other nipple, using his fingers to stretch you in anticipation of his cock. You rocked a little against his fingers, and Spencer laughed at your eagerness. 

You closed your eyes and let the waves of pleasure consume you so you didn’t notice he was moving lower down your body. When you felt his breath between your legs your eyes snapped back open and you stared down at him. 

He smirked up at you, eyes practically black as he withdrew his fingers, making you whimper. You watched him take his digits to his mouth and sucked them clean of your arousal.

“Fuck angel, you taste so good.” He moaned around his fingers. 

“F-fuck, Spencer.” You panted. 

“Not enough. Need more.” He growled as he bowed his head between your legs and under your dress. 

When his tongue lapped over your clit for the first time, your body spasmed in the grass, barely able to contain the loud moan that erupted from your lungs. Spencer buried his face between your legs, focusing his ministrations on your clit as your thighs clamped around his head. 

He could hear your soft moans behind your hand and wished he could hear you screaming at the top of your lungs but he knew you both needed to be quiet. Your moans were like the sexiest lullaby to his ears and he wanted to bottle them so he could listen to them any time he liked. 

His cock was throbbing inside his pants and he had to free himself to relieve some pressure. He lapped his tongue through your legs to collect your slickness on his tongue and palmed his shaft once it was out of his pants. 

He wrapped his hand around the base and squeezed in an attempt to stop himself coming just from the way you tasted. He settled back on your clit, sucking and lapping over it vigorously while you writhed in the grass. His free hand found its way back between your legs and his two fingers entered you suddenly again, causing you to yelp. 

Spencer moaned against you, feeling light headed from his own arousal. He buried his face into you completely, scissoring your cunt and feeling your walls flutter around his fingers. 

“Fucking hell, angel.” He spoke against your core, sending vibrations through your whole body. “I could spend the rest of my life between your beautiful legs.” 

You moaned behind your hand, your other one going to his hair and embedding your fingers in the roots. 

“Spence, that feels so fucking good.” You whined, squeezing your thighs against his face. 

He smirked, diving his fingers as deep inside you as he possibly could. Your body trembled beneath him and you felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Without meaning to he’d started stroking his cock, his precome leaking all over his hand. He was dangerously close to coming but he couldn’t find it in himself to stop. 

“Are you close?” He spoke into you, tongue working hard to push you to the brink. 

It felt like he was writing love songs between your legs, his tongue deft and experienced.

“Hmm.” You mumbled, clenching around his fingers. 

His tongue picked up speed whilst his fingers dove deeper. He felt the coil in his stomach, the tell tale tightening that he was close himself. 

He flattened his tongue against you and thrust his fingers harder inside of you. You whined, legs tightening around his face and tugging at the roots of his hair. 

“F-fuck, Spence! I’m g-gonna come!” Your body shook violently and Spencer fought to keep you still the best he could while he continued to work you through your orgasm. 

Your walls clenched around his fingers and the thought of feeling it around his cock was all it took to push him over the edge. He moaned against your clit as his cock throbbed in his hand and he shot streaks of come over the grass. 

He withdrew his fingers from inside of you and held you down by your thighs, lapping up your arousal. You were whining and writhing and trying to push him away from your overly sensitive bud but Spencer insisted on cleaning up between your legs with his tongue. 

“P-please!” You whined, tears sneaking out of your eyes. “S’too much.” 

Still holding his now limp dick he sat back on his haunches and wiped his hand over his mouth. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you looked up at him. His stubbly jaw was glistening with your slick and his lips were red and puffy. 

Your eyes trailed down his body to his softened cock. 

“Y-you…you?” 

“Yes, I came too.” He chuckled, laying down in the grass next to you and pulling you close for a kiss. 

You moaned when you tasted yourself on his tongue, so delirious you barely noticed him wrap his arms around you and roll you on top of him. He kissed you deeply whilst fondling your breasts which were still out of the top of your dress. You rolled your hips against his and Spencer knew it would be no time at all before he grew hard again. 

“That’s it sweetheart, grind yourself on me. Get me nice and hard again.” He nibbled your bottom lip whilst tweaking your nipples between his fingers. 

You did as you were told, lifting your dress a little so you could grind your panty covered core against his cock. Spencer growled at the friction, giving your nipples a harsh tug. But the pleasurable growl that left your lips at the sensation spurred him on to do it again. 

You felt him start to grow hard against you so grinded on him harder, sitting back so you could look down on him. His hands fell to his sides and he watched the way your glorious tits moved as you rocked against him. It reminded him so much of that vague dream of a night he may or may not have spent with you. 

Once he was completely erect once more he took hold of your hips and lifted you over his dick. You lifted your dress again and moved your panties aside for him. His head pressed against your entrance, so heavy and thick you knew it was going to burn when he entered you but you couldn’t wait. 

You placed your hands flush on his sweater covered chest and lowered yourself slowly. Spencer’s mouth fell open and his eyes rolled back in his head as his cock started to inch inside of you. Your face contorted a little at the swell of pain between your legs as he stretched you out inch by inch. But it was the most incredible kind of pain. 

You were slow in your movements, letting him fill you up gradually, allowing yourself to steadily get used to his large length filling you up. 

Spencer’s blunt nails dug into your hips as he patiently waited for you to get comfortable. He stretched you out, your walls fluttering against his shaft as they accommodated every inch of him. When he bottomed out inside of you, he looked up at you in wide eyed awe.

“You have no idea how fucking incredible that feels, angel.” 

“You’re so fucking big.” You whined, involuntarily clenching around him. 

“I know.” He smirked at you, rolling his hips to tell you to move. 

You were slow to start off with, rocking your hips and back and forth a little while you got used to the way his heavy cock felt inside of you. You gradually started moving a little more, raising yourself up before taking him all the way again and having him crash against your cervix each time. 

Spencer was smiling encouragingly at you, holding your hips to help keep you steady. Once the pain in your eyes became replaced with pleasure, he dared to start bucking his hips up to meet your movements. 

You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip to stop the moans that wanted to erupt from your chest. You moved lazily around him while Spencer took over control, setting the pace and snapping his hips up to slam inside of you repeatedly. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes again as you muttered his name beneath your breath. 

He kept his eyes on your heaving breasts, hypnotised by the way they moved when he snapped up inside of you. 

“Fuck, angel you feel so good.” He praised you after a particularly hard thrust that caused your tears to overflow. 

“You’re so…you’re so…fuck Spence!” You whined, head flopping forward to your chest. You looked like a rag doll above him, letting him do whatever he wanted to you. 

The burn between your legs from the way he stretched you only added to your pleasure and it was making you feel delirious. Tears rolled down your cheeks as he kept thrusting inside of you, picking up his pace. 

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh was the only sounds that could be heard in the rose garden aside from your stifled moans and Spencer’s heavy breathing. His hands left your hips and soon found purchase on your breasts. He rolled your nipples between his fingers as you rocked back and forth on him. 

He could feel you tightening around him and it was making him dizzy. It had been such a long time since he’d had sex while sober and he’d forgotten what it felt like. Spencer always thought having sex while high was the most amazing feeling in the world. But the drugs had a way of numbing the body and the pleasure he was feeling now was nothing compared to how it felt when he was high.

He could feel every little movement. Every flutter of your cunt around his cock, every dip and curve of your body beneath his fingers. Every one of his nerve endings was on fire. The drugs didn’t allow him to feel every little sensation this way. Maybe there was something to be said about a sober lifestyle. 

Suddenly you went rigid on top of him, your previously limp body trembling and your walls clamped down around him. 

“F-f-fuck!” You screamed in shock as your second orgasm snuck up on you, the surprise was written all over your face. 

You moaned languidly as you came around him, causing Spencer’s own cock to twitch at the sensation, knowing he wouldn’t be far behind. But he wasn’t an idiot and you hadn’t discussed birth control.

He held himself back from the brink while you rode out your orgasm, going limp once more. He helped your shaking body off of him and laid you back to the grass. You whined at the empty feeling, tears still rolling down your cheeks. He knelt over your still form with a dark smirk. 

“Think you can swallow my load, princess?” He gripped the back of your neck and pulled your face close to his cock. 

You whimpered and nodded pathetically, parting your lips for him. He cupped your jaw gently which was a stark comparison to the way he roughly thrust inside your waiting mouth. 

Spencer did all the work, fucking your mouth while holding you steady. Your eyes rolled back in your head feeling completely used up. But in the best possible way. His balls slapped against you as he pounded into your mouth and he didn’t warn you before he came. His hot streaks of come hit the back of your throat making you splutter and cough but you swallowed every last drop. 

Spencer slowed his movements, rocking a little in your mouth until he’d completely expelled himself. Eventually he pulled back and withdrew from your mouth. A string of saliva and come trailed from the head of his cock to your chin. He delicately wiped it with his hand before wiping it on his slacks. He cupped your jaw again and brought you close for a slightly messy kiss. 

Once he let you go, you collapsed back to the grass. Spencer smiled to himself as he tucked his softening dick back in his pants. He pulled your dress down to cover your panties and helped you get your breasts covered again. 

He laid down next to you and wrapped your still trembling body in his arms, pulling your head to rest on his chest. His heart beat erratically beneath your ear and you imagined yours was much the same. You closed your eyes and focused on the sound. 

Sex had never felt like that before. You’d never felt so connected to another human being before in your whole life. It felt as though you and Spencer became one when he was inside of you. It was like his body became an extension of your own when he fucked you. Sex with Spencer was its own drug, one you never wanted to quit. 

There was only one other time in your life you could remember feeling so tethered to a person you’d slept with but that was so long ago now, barely a distant memory…

…your eyes shot open and you shuffled in Spencer’s arms so you could look at him. Your eyebrows were knitted together in a confused frown and noticing your expression, he mirrored it.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered, stroking your hair back off your face. 

“We…I…” you swallowed. “We’ve done that before.” 

Spencer’s features softened into a small smile.

“I wasn’t sure if I’d imagined it or not.” 

“You didn’t. We’ve definitely done that before.” 

“I’m so glad I didn’t make that up.” Spencer breathed a sigh of relief and you saw something flicker on his eyes. 

You sat up a little on your elbows so you could look at him properly. 

“Why do you always think you’re imagining things?” 

You saw the flicker in his eyes again as he sat up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“You’ll think I’m crazy.” He sighed, crossing his legs in the grass. 

You softly placed your hand on his knee. 

“All the best people are.” You gave him a wry smile. 

“The drugs they…did they ever cause you to create false memories?” He rolled his lip between his teeth. 

“I’m not sure.” You frowned a little. “There’s certainly things I don’t remember. And things I have trouble discerning whether they are real or a dream.” 

“Ok.” He nodded. “Well the drugs caused me to create an entirely alternate universe in my head, one which I’ve only just come to realise wasn’t real. We must have met when we were high, apparently slept together, and somewhere in my mind it all got fucking twisted.” 

“Twisted how?” You looked at him curiously. 

“I was convinced we were together, like a couple. I created these memories in my brain of you being an FBI Agent and us meeting through work. I have these really vivid recollections of you meeting my friends and us going on dates and falling in love. When I saw you here the first time, I thought you were my ex-girlfriend who came to visit me. 

And I know now that none of it was real, I do know that. But it felt so fucking real and these images are so clear in my mind it’s hard to really believe it. I have an IQ of one hundred and eighty seven. I am a provable genius. My brain has always been the one thing I could rely on when everything else in my life went to shit. And it terrifies me that I can no longer trust my greatest asset.” 

“Tell me what it was like.” You whispered, moving to lay your head in his lap. “Us falling in love.” 

Spencer stroked your hair and breathed a sigh of relief that at the very least you didn’t think he was utterly insane. He recounted his manufactured memories to you in as much detail as he could. He told you every single one of his brain's creations of a life the two of you never really had together. 

And somewhere along the way he realised he wasn’t just in love with a fake memory of you. Spencer knew as he told you those stories while you laid in his lap that he would be in love with any incarnation of you. 

But his main focus was the version of you willing to listen to the made up stories of a drug addict about a life never lived. His only concern in that moment was how in love he was with the rose garden iteration of you. 

And whatever variant you were tomorrow, he’d be in love with her too. 

@andiebeaword @muffin-cup @measure-in-pain @takeyourleap-of-faith @ssa-uglywhore27 @dreatine @thebloomingeagle @this-is-doctor-and-its-calm @matthew-gray-gubler-lover @justreadingficsdontmindme @spencer-reid-wonderland @tiredmilky @thatsonezesty13 @1mechanicalalligator @elle-28 @academiareid

[zombieluvr101]

ACCIDENTALLY ON

PURPOSE

Fandom / Zombies

Paring / Zed Necrodopolis x Fem!Reader

Prompt / accidentally confessing feelings ; longing stares

Summary / a hot guy likes you fr‼️ DOESNT THAT SOUND GRAND?!

Word Count / 971

Gif by / @megedonnelly

Prompt / @luvfae

Seconds left on the clock. Which is counting down the last few seconds of the most important game of my life. This game determines if I have what it takes to play football at Mountain College.

“Alright team, we only have 25 seconds on the clock. Zed, if you make this, we win,” Coach says wearily as we are timed out.

Just hearing Coaches voice, I can tell he’s nervous. I mean, yeah I am too. This is my big game. If I don’t get into Mountain College I won’t be with Y/n.

Yeah, yeah, I know! Y/n isn’t even my girlfriend yet. But she’s so smart, and witty, and the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on.

Okay Zed! Focus.

“Alright Wynter, I need you too be open in the center field so Maximus can throw you the ball so you can try to make the touchdown,

but if that doesn’t work try and pass it to me,” I instruct.

We get into position, the whistle blows.

Our quarterback starts us off, “White 80, hut hut!”

Wynter catches the ball and makes her way over but get tackled in the process. But she was able to pass it to me. I turn to switch my Z-band.

Seven seconds left..

The ball brushes against my fingers. But I catch it.

Six seconds left…

I use all my speed to run to the end zone.

Five.

I duck and jump over the opposing teams players.

Four.. Three… Two….

One!

I land in the end zone on the very last second.

“And the Seabrooks Mighty Shrimp have done it again! They have won the last game of the season!”

The cheerleaders are doing their thang, while the crowd goes wild.

“Seabrook! Seabrook! Seabrook!!!”

My friends and family go out for celebratory frozen yogurt. Bonzo, Bree and I are sitting at a table together. And the Acy’s and the rest of the cheer squad are talking about whatever is amusing to them.

“Actually Bonzo.. I don’t have the answer to that,” Bree stated.

Just as I start my sentence, the door to the fro-yo spot jingles. And a pair of blue converse enter the establishment.

“Hey guys!” Y/n say with a cheerful tone.

“OrR!!” Bonzo greets. Meanwhile I can’t get a single word out of my mouth. She makes my brain mush.

“Congrats on your win Zed,” She says with a smile as she takes a seat next to me. All I can do is blink and stare.

“T- hank you,” I mumble in awe of her presence. Gosh I’m such an idiot. But overall she seem amused.

“Welp I’m gonna get my frozen yogurt..” Y/n says getting up from her seat.

“Oh here! Let me pay for it,” I suggest. I jumped out of my seat and grab her hand. Walking over to the register.

“You really don’t need to pay,” She reassures.

“No, no, no I got it Y/n,” I confirm.

Once we since sit back down, Bonzo and Bree have gone outside, leaving just us two to talk. And Y/n continues to eat her fro-yo. I find it funny that the most outgoing, and spirted person I know loves the most basic flavor there is. Vanilla.

I’ve had feelings for Y/n the moment I locked eyes with her on my very first day at Seabrook. I figured that she would be like everyone else and harass me for being me. But she was the opposite.

She treated me with such kindness. She would volunteer to help me with my work if it was something I haven’t learned at Zombie school.

Or if Eliza and Bonzo would pair up for a project and I didn’t have one, she would immediately sit next to me. Making her my partner for most of the projects we’ve done.

Snapping out of my daydream I look up at her again. But this time she has some vanilla yogurt on the right side of her mouth.

Out of instinct (and a very messy little sister) I go to wipe it off of her.

“Oh you have some—” I start.

The only thing is, she turned her head towards me a little more than expected. Making my thumb press against her lips.

Our eyes meet. I’m blown away. No air left. We don’t break apart. I keep my thumb on her lips, gently stroking it.

I can’t tell if I’m imagining it or not, but I see the same passion in her eyes. Just like when I’m looking in the mirror practicing what I’m going to say to her.

Moving my hand, I place my hand on her cheek.

“Thank you,” She says in a whisper. Not once looking away from my eyes.

“No prob,” I reply with a smile.

Gravity pulls us closer and closer.

“God she’s so beautiful—”

She laughs softly, “You think so?”

huh? OH.

“Did I say that out loud?”

She nods sweetly.

“Oh yeah, mhm yea— I 100% meant too. Like I kne- like I know that I did. I was just making sure that YOU— know that I did—” I stutter out, trying to keep my cool.

She interrupted, “Zed, I know what you mean, really.”

“It’s just that I really really like you. I have since freshman year. I don’t know why I haven’t told you. Well actually yes I do. You make me so nervous. Like everything you do makes me flustered,” I confess with speed.

I can tell my words are making her flustered. She looks down but I use two fingers to push her head back up.

“I — I like you too Zed,” She says in a shy tone.

My smile begins to get bigger, “Well you should let me take you out sometime.”

“I’d like that,”

Mind you, we were still holding hands.

end 🫶🏾

[arotechno]

O. basilicum, part vii

By the summer that Basil turned eighteen, the state of affairs in Verdigris had begun to change.

Long before then, Jim’s mother had passed away unexpectedly, and he had followed his older sister out of town. His parting gift to Basil had been a new cane, as his old one was much too short to be of use to him now.

“Don’t worry about me,” Jim had assured him. “I don’t know where I’m headed, but wherever it is, I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

Basil had been skeptical, but he hadn’t voiced his concerns. It was a dangerous world out there, but who knew? Maybe Hank was right. Maybe there was a better world out there. If Basil had resigned himself to never leaving, perhaps Jim could see enough of it for the both of them.

In the weeks and months that followed, Basil took up fishing alone. Throughout the warmer months, whenever he wasn’t running errands for Frida or working in the community garden with Dusty, he could often be found down in the creek, wading up to his knees. Other times, he took long walks in the woods with his cane, staying out as long as he dared before Frida would start to worry.

She worried less, these days. That was one of the more surprising changes. Perhaps Basil was just growing up, or perhaps it was something else. Either way, Frida spent less time fretting over him and more time lauding him for how far he’d come since arriving at her doorstep, battered and broken. She did still worry for him, of course. Such was the natural way of things: the sun rose every morning, Basil did not have a heart, and Frida worried.

After all, for how much things may have changed in Verdigris, others would always remain the same. Basil liked that just fine.

All of that to say: by his eighteenth birthday, Basil had become so firmly rooted in Verdigris that the thought of calling anywhere else home felt incredibly foreign. Where he had once been a stranger wearing someone else’s clothes, now Basil walked the dirt roads of the village like he’d been born there, his unsteady gait the only visible indicator of his former life. Two more years and he’d have spent half his life in Verdigris. Already, Swallow’s Point felt like a distant dream.

Basil had long ago given up any intention of ever returning to Amistadia. It wasn’t home to him any longer; being driven out of it had severed those ties completely. Even if he wanted to return, even if he thought it was safe to do so, he doubted he could manage it. And what would be the point in returning? Nothing awaited him there. Why leave Verdigris, the only place he’d ever truly been accepted as he was? Here, they were left alone. Basil had no doubt that passing travelers knew they were out here—but whether those strangers recognized them as Heartless, he couldn’t say, and did it matter? So long as they kept to themselves out here, no one thought of them as a threat. Sure, there were some who understood—Jim’s mother had been one of those precious few—but most never would, so it was best not to bother.

Even so, Verdigris was a small place. And Basil knew, from Hank’s many stories, that the world was much bigger than this. But he was no king, no god, no hero—after everything, a quiet life suited him just fine.

Basil hefted his pack over his shoulder as he walked home from the creek, barefoot in the tall grass. In it he kept his shoes and his canteen, and his cane hung from a leather loop attached to the outside, should he need it. Fireflies rose up from the grass around him, blinking softly as if keeping time with his own steady breathing. Crickets chirped and cicadas hummed their mournful evening song, like a choir all led by the gentle summer breeze blowing through the hillside. Basil walked slowly, taking it all in, though he didn’t have time to stop and rest a while. He was already late for supper; the sun was starting to set earlier than he had gotten accustomed to anticipating.

As he crested the hill, Basil squinted through the evening’s dying light. Dusty stood at Garth’s front gate, gesturing wildly. Raising a hand to keep his sunhat from blowing away with the breeze, Basil hurried up the road to meet them. His bucket slapped against his thigh as he went along.

“...and that’s what I don’t understand!” Dusty was saying animatedly when he arrived.

“What’s this?” Basil asked, expertly dodging Dusty’s waving arm.

“Ah!” Dusty said, pointing. “You! Tell the old man here to stop being so damn difficult.”

“Oi, don’t involve the poor lad in this,” Garth cut in, voice gruff. He was hunched behind the fence, leaning on an old, sanded down tree branch he used as a walking stick.

“Don’t involve me in what, exactly?” Basil asked again, setting down his bucket with a sigh. It looked like he wasn’t going to be home for supper after all.

“Old man Garth here won’t accept anything from the town garden,” Dusty explained, crossing their arms over their chest. “Not a single bite.”

“I grow my own food,” Garth said firmly. “Save what the town grows for others who need it.”

Dusty gestured at Garth’s garden, incredulous. About a week prior, animals had gotten into Garth’s yard and eaten most of his late summer harvest. Something had also eaten one of his chickens.

“I have enough,” Garth insisted. “I preserve most of what I grow. Save your charity for those who need it.”

“Save my— I don’t understand what you think the point of a community garden is if not to feed the community!”

“Stop,” Basil said. Dusty actually quieted. Despite being one of the younger folks in town, Basil seemed to have that kind of sway over people. Even Dusty, from time to time.

Basil glanced down at his bucket of fish. Only a few measly brook trout sat at the bottom, still with their scales (he was too squeamish with a knife to skin them himself). He’d been hoping to take these home to Frida; it was a poor afternoon’s catch, but it was something. Basil frowned. Then, he picked up the bucket and held it over the fence toward Garth.

“Here,” he said. “At least take this. Just in case.”

Garth peered in the bucket, wary. He raised his bushy gray eyebrows.

“I don’t need charity from you either, lad.”

“Don’t think of it as charity.” Basil shook the bucket. The fish slapped around wetly inside. “Think of it as payment. I still owe you for this.” With his other hand, he reached behind and pulled out his cane, tapping it against the dirt.

Garth’s expression softened. “It was just scraps, Basil. Jim did all the work both times.”

“Jim’s not here, so I can’t repay him. Besides, you taught him everything he knows. Please?”

Garth was quiet for a moment, scratching his short beard in thought. Then, finally, he sighed and took the bucket.

“Thank you, lad,” he said softly.

Basil smiled wide and turned to walk off. If he stayed any later, Frida would certainly have his hide. Dusty stared after him, feigning suspicion.

“I still expect your help in the garden tomorrow,” they called after him.

Without looking back, Basil lifted a hand and waved. He understood the code for what it was: he would almost certainly be interrogated tomorrow. Dusty liked to challenge and taunt him, whether that meant a mandatory heart-to-heart or getting his hands dirty. Often, it was both. Whereas it had once embarrassed him, now Basil found himself looking forward to it. Not that he’d ever admit it.

That was the greatest change since Basil’s arrival in Verdigris, although it was mostly an internal one. In a way, the people of Verdigris had become family to him more than even his own parents had been. Thinking that way made Basil feel guilty, but he hadn’t seen his parents in eight years, and doubted if they were even still alive. Maybe they had loved him unconditionally—they certainly risked a lot for him. But Basil wasn’t too concerned with love, not anymore.

The people of Verdigris had taken Basil in exactly as he was. They’d sheltered, fed, and clothed him. They—Frida, Hank, and Ann especially—had raised him, and saved his life. Basil wasn’t very strong, nor was he particularly skilled; but he would be there for them in return, in the only ways he knew how. But it wasn’t out of a sense of indebtedness—that wasn’t the kind of debt that could be repaid, anyway. It was simply what felt right.

Frida was waiting on the front porch with a lantern when Basil finally arrived. He committed the image to memory, deep within the well of his chest, of her standing with a light in the dark, waiting however late into the night for his safe return.

She looked at him disapprovingly.

“Sorry,” was all he said.

“You’re never going to listen to a word I tell you, are you, Basil?” Frida asked fondly. She glanced down and tilted her head, as if noticing he had arrived empty handed. “No catch today?”

“I gave it to Garth.”

Frida hummed, urging him into the house, not caring for the dirt on his feet.

“You make it difficult to be upset with you.”

Basil beamed ear-to-ear, which only seemed to weaken Frida’s resolve further.

“Come now,” she said. “Supper is getting cold.”

[bizarrescribblez]

OMG U FINISHED VENTURE BROS. YIPEEEEE. Is there any characters your insert's particularly close with? Characters you don't get along with or just neutral on?

PINKKKKKKK HIIIII HIIIIIIIIIII ^_^ 💖💖 and omg I LOVE THIS SM CUZ I WAS GONNA ADD ON TO MY INFO DUMP but now i can here heheh anyways besides being close with Hank, Dean and Brock here’s the CLOSE FRIENDS GANG

Shore Leave is obviously bestie of all time HES SO FUN AND WE’D HAVE SUCH A FUN TIME TALKING WHENEVER WE CATCH UP. Then there’s Dermott who’s Hank’s best friend so ofc I see him whenever they hang out a lot and ofc I’m more chill and fun than Rusty so he likes me way more than him UFHSJSBS (he’s like unofficial son number 2 😢) THEN WE HAVE THE TRIAD!!! Al’s silly team he’s in with Orpheus and Jefferson so they are certified cool in my book :) PLUS AL LIVES WITH ORPHEUS SO i imagine I see him a lot. Then Pete and Billy who hang out at the venture compound a lot cuz Rusty makes them do stuff he cant do HDBSJSBS

And here is neutral gang

LISTEN I love . Monarch and Sheila but I know in canon I would not because of how dirty they did Gary before S6-7 so I’d prob hold a grudge for a very long time USHSIBSJSB AND RUSTY……. *puts him in the hydrolic press* in canon I’d fr hate his ass sm HES SUCH A BAD DAD . But like i said in my og post there is a one sided crush going on so I have to avoid his terrible advances constantly but I feel like in S6-7 there is moments of somewhat understanding each other so theres that JFBSJDBSB

[eggyoneshots]

Hi..! I’m new here! Can you write for Sanford and Deimos (p-poly,,,) with a reader who flirts nonstop with them? Even in battle? He/They pronouns and the reader uses butterfly knives I have a habit of scouring the wiki for weapons for MadCom OCs lol!! If you have an anon list, call me 🩹!!

madcom poly is my specialty fr fr also im very sorry if its ooc my ability to write is so busted sometimes and its 1am :sob:

because im a little goofy, sanford and deimos were already dating before you came along giggles (read: the one in a million i truly ship.)

Sanford and Deimos met you when they were scavenging in an old AAHW building, thankfully with few agents left, none being mags

you were honestly almost shot until you screamed at the duo (something about a specific cereal in the building)

the minute they got comfy around you, and vice versa, the flirting was... instant.

Deimos was fine with it, and even did it back sometimes, but Sanford had to internalize every reaction to prevent Deimos from making fun of him

"i can smell you're embarrassed." "shut the fuck up."

he didn't mind though

the two just assumed it was something you just did, unaware Hank and 2B never hear anything flirtatious from you

this was revealed on accident by Hank, who asked why you never complimented his hair (he makes jokes Sometimes.)

the duo looked at you, both doing the rock eyebrow before you ran out

they followed

one (1) horrifically lengthy and emotionally constipated admittance and their own confessions later, you were part of the now trio

you always used "i just like bragging" as an excuse when you'd show off tricks with your knives

they know better, but they're nice enough to not expose you for it

"he's definitely doing it to impress us." "and they're doing a good job at it, San." "yeah."

they have to make sure you didn't flirt while being shot at, it was too often you were in them middle of a heated fight and you bust out a random pick-up line, making Deimos lose track and flirt back, starting another kind of battle, while Sanford was choking up

there's been a rule established because of this.

all in all, the two love when you do flirt with them, since it was only them you flirted with

ego boosts for them is a severe understatement.

[kimdokjas]

tag games! 💫

i’m like years late for a lot of these I’M SO SORRY

1) tagged by @tachiehara​ thanks for the tag mary 💕 this was so fun to fill out!

five movies

what we did on our holiday (2014)

palm springs (2020)

this beautiful fantastic (2016)

the man from uncle (2015)

fantastic mr. fox (2009)

four songs

revenge, and a little bit more - unlike pluto

lament of orpheus - darren korb

green & gold - lianne la havas

when the morning comes - hall & oates

three essentials (besides food, water, phone, etc.)

good books

extra large coffee mug

cozy sweaters and blankets

two books

the aleph and other stories - jorge luis borges

an absolutely remarkable thing - hank green

one quote

“I saw all the mirrors on earth and none of them reflected me.” - jorge luis borges, the aleph

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2) tagged by @itadorii-yuuji thanks for tagging me bestie 💖 this was so fun and super customizable!

(picrew)

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3) tagged by @sarejanet thank you for the tag dear! i love these 💞

rules: tag 9 people you would like to know/catch up with

last song: dedicated to the one i love - the mamas & the papas

last tv show: uhhh it’s been ages (i’m on a webnovel spree rn) but i think it was probably 86!

currently watching/listening to: extraordinary attorney woo, it’s such a wholesome show fr 😭

currently reading: mist unlimited

current obsession: orv brainrot 24/7 babeyyy

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4) tagged by @crimsonrosee thank you for tagging me emma 💖 i loved the art style, it’s absolutely gorgeous!

(picrew)

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5) tagged by @myownangel thank you for the tag nuu 💕 i love taking quizzes lol, oh we even got the same answer!

which type of love interest would you be in a dating simulator? (uquiz | original post)

The sweetheart with an enigmatic dark past

You're always polite and kind with others. That makes people feel comfortable around you and many would consider you a close friend. However, you seldom feel connected with those around you. You feel like they don't know you, the real you, and they never will because you'll never allow them. It takes a great amount of time and trust for you to show yourself as you truly are, because you repress most of your feelings and desires, and mask them with a calm and collected personalty. It just seems easier that way, safer. But remember that if you bottle everything up, it will explode one day, maybe in ways you aren't proud of.

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6) tagged by @reinerist​ ahh this was adorable, thanks for the tag robin! 💞

(picrew)

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7) tagged by @tachiehara​ @myownangel​ @reinerist​ - thank you for the tag mary, nuu, and robin! 💕

“get to know someone better” tag game

relationship status: single mother of multiple fictional blorbos

favorite color: blue 💙

favorite food: my answer would probably change each day lol but rn it’s any and all kinds of sushi!

song stuck in my head: pantomime - imagine dragons

last thing I googled: reverse osmosis

time: 4pm

dream trip: so many ahh probably ireland, scotland, greece, and/or japan

something I want: to learn literally every language ever pls why can’t i do it :/

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tagging for any of these: (as always, no pressure at all!) @itadorii-yuuji @crimsonrosee @reinerist @myownangel @tachiehara @sarejanet @karura @kyaa-a @kishou @itachis @vanitasuu @anyaaforger @aanyaforger @tohmura @gojosattoru @spyforger @bxchira @theforgers @giyyu​ + anyone else who wants to join! 💕💕💕

[dilfguzzler]

welcome to the dark side my friends

whats the craic welcome to @arctichotch‘s nsfw blog. nsfw means that minors need to stay at least 2ft away from me at all times thanks (fr back off)

send asks for hcs/prompts/preferences or just general thoughts you have (non-nsfw thoughts should go to @arctichotch) here is a prompt list if you need some ideas

mostly interested in doing x reader but that may be changed depending if i like the pairing suggested ig

characters i write for under the cut <3 thanks best friends

also just a general FYI, i’m a whore for poly!bau x reader so please please hmu

criminal minds

poly!bau (inc. reader)

aaron HOTchner

spencer reid

derek morgan

elle greenaway

jj jareau

emily prentiss

penelope garcia

miss ma’am alex blake

tara lewis

mr. luke alvez

breeding kink extraordinaire matt simmons

chicago pd

adam ruzek

kim burgess

hailey upton (aka prettiest person on the planet)

jay halstead

my boy mouse <3 (greg gerwitz)

hank voight (please.. hold the judgement)

chicago fire

my sweet baby otis (brian zvonecek)

joe cruz

sylvie brett

kelly severide

law and order: svu

rafael barba

olivia benson

sonny carisi

NCIS

gibbs

ziva david

american horror story

the evans (kit walker, james patrick march (my love), kai anderson (if gross why pretty?)) tbc

the sarah’s (cordelia goode, wilhemina venable)

ill continue to add if anyone else comes to mind

[mchaelscofield]

DID YOU WATCH THE EPISODES????

YESSSSSSSS OMGGG!!! This bout to be a long ass answer cause I got a lot to say aksksksksksk

The improvement in the show from season 1 like I’m amazed 😭 I got so many thoughts cause so much happened but I really enjoyed all the episodes and I cannot wait for next week especially cause it’s Kom’s episode and I know she’s coming to chew 😭

Firstttt let’s get into that HBO budget??!!? Seen and felt! My gawddd especially with Kory 😭 lawd the effects on her, the glowing eyes, the starbolts all of it was just sick and I was gagging! Not to mention her fits??? Multiple fits in each episode and she was serving in each one?? Yeaaa we’re winning! One thing imma say is I love how they incorporated Kory’s hallucinations and blackouts into the story. It was so seamless in comparison to how they incorporated different storylines in previous seasons to me. I cannot wait to see her storyline with Kom like I know it’ll slap

Conner and Gar’s dynamic is so much fun and they had me cracking the fuck up each episode😭 honestly the whole team’s dynamic was just so excellent like THIS is what i wanted! Bruh when Dick told Babs, “I’m bringing in the Titans” yeah I JUMPED

Like they just felt so much more like a family and that’s all I’ve ever asked for. Like they even got me to like Hank before he croaked (RIP, I giggled can’t lie🤷🏾‍♀️).

You know how much I love to drag Jason and the ratfam but I can’t lie... Jason was kinda eating idk. The only thing is that damn mask and he’s like 5’5” with that goofy ass voice. Idk if I’d be taking him seriously 😭 like this is what he was giving to me

(Lmao the way I dragged him anyway oops)

Also I was living for Babs dragging Bruce and Dick by they necks. Bruce a whole ass deadbeat (I see where Dick gets it from). I’m not even gonna get into him having that whole ass list of potential Robins at the ready before Jason’s body was even cold 😭 like he’s nasty as hell fr

Only thing that’s left is to see how they incorporate Rachel and Donna into the story and see how they’re working in Kom.

Also Dickkory... they betta not play with me like idk if I can live off these crumbs they’re giving us.

But anywayyyy I’m so excited to see this season 😭

[iridescent-petrichor]

we’ll meet again, chapter seven

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: nothing, just going along with the plot of Apocalypse

Words: 1.8K

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You jolt awake to the sound of Peter yelling, eyes snapping open to see him scrambling to the other side of the room you found yourself in. There were green lasers on every side of the wall, encasing you in some sort of cage.

“What’s wrong with you?” Hank’s voice next to you made you turn. He was in his “beast” form, slowly sitting up.

Peter looked down at his hands. “Is that gonna happen to all of us?” He looked up at you for confirmation, but Hank continued speaking.

“No, I just left my meds in the house.” After he stood up, he held his arm out, helping you up as well. You muttered a small thanks in return, still disoriented from everything going on.

“What happened, where are we?” Moira asked, getting no response from any of you.

“Hey, hey!” Raven’s yelling turned everyone’s attention to the top of the room, where the man from earlier was standing behind a window, staring down at you all. You inched closer to Peter, finding a small amount of comfort in the familiarity of your best friend.

“Hello, Mystique.” The man spoke coolly. His voice gave you a chill, only calmed by Peter wrapping an arm around you.

“Major Stryker.” She responded coldly, taking a few steps towards him.

“Colonel Stryker. I wouldn’t get too close to the wall if I were you. It may create some… discomfort.” At his words, you took a step away from the wall, gently pulling Peter with you.

“I’m Moira MacTaggart,” Moira cut in, stepping forward. “I’m a senior officer at the CIA.”

“I know who you are, agent MacTaggart.” Came Stryker’s response.

“You cannot keep me here, in this-”

“Actually I can. A psychic event just destroyed every nuke from here to Moscow.” Peter turned to you, mouthing the words “holy shit” before Stryker spoke again. “That event emanated from exactly where we found you, at the home of the world’s most powerful psychic. So you are going to tell me where is Charles Xavier?”

“It’s not him you should be worried about. There’s someone else. Someone more powerful.” Moira’s words made your heart sink. Someone more powerful?

“If you let us out of here, we can help you.” Raven joined in, growing frustrated.

“Do you really expect me to believe that? You can put on any face that you want, but I know who you are. What you are.” Without saying another word, he stepped away from the microphone and left you all standing there, helpless.

“Um, Moira?” Hank said, catching her eye. “What did you mean when you said someone more powerful than Charles?”

As she began to explain, Peter left your side, shifting your focus as he walked up to Raven.

“Did you know him?” He asked. “Magneto?”

Your brow furrowed as you turned away from Hank’s conversation, appearing back at Peter’s side. He didn’t acknowledge your arrival to the conversation, besides his hand finding yours.

“I used to,” Raven said, not looking at him. “Not so sure anymore.”

“What was he like? Was he uhh- like they say he was- was he the… bad guy?” You could tell Peter was trying to slow his words down for her, half so his desperation wouldn’t shine through and half so she could understand him.

“No.” Her response was immediate, making Peter relax some. “I mean- yeah. He was… Why do you care so much, see his speech on TV or something?”

“Yeah, but, uh…” He cleared his throat, leaning closer to the two of you before continuing. “He’s my father.”

“What?” Raven finally turned around, eyes wide. You were just as shocked, simply whispering his name.

“Him and my mom, they-” Out of instinct, you put your hand over his, stopping him from making the gesture he was about to make while Raven interrupted him.

“No, I know.” She paused for a moment, letting the information sink in as she looked him over. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, he left my mom before I was born. I met him ten years back, but I didn’t know it was him. By the time I figured it out, it was too late. Then this week I saw him on TV again, and I came to that house looking for him? But, by the time I got there,” he exhaled, looking at you briefly before looking back to Raven. “Late again… You know for a guy who moves as fast as me I always seem to be too late.”

“Let’s hope not this time.” She said, and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Yeah, seriously.”

Before any of you could get another word in, Charles’ voice invaded your mind.

Hear me, inhabitants of this rock. This is a message. A message to every man, woman, and mutant. You have lost your way, but I have returned. The day of reckoning is here. All your buildings, all your towers, and temples… will fall. And the dawn of a new age will rise. For there is nothing you can do. This message is for one reason alone. To tell the strongest among you; those with the greatest power… protect those without.

“How is Charles doing that without Cerebro?” Hank asked, looking around the room.

No one answered, the only sound following Hank’s voice was a sharp knocking at the glass. You looked up, seeing Stryker standing there, impatient.

“I know that voice. It’s Xavier isn’t it, what’s going on?” His tone was so different from before as if all the upper hand he had was lost.

“We don’t know!” Raven yelled, followed closely by Peter’s more childish, “we don’t know, bro!”

Stryker sighed, walking away from the glass. You sighed, leaning your head on Peter’s shoulder. It was nice seeing him again, but everything else around you was just so much. And not to mention losing Alex like that…

You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, trying to regain your composure when alarms started going off. They were faint from where you all were standing, but you could still clearly see the yellow alarm lights flashing in the room behind the window. Whatever was happening couldn’t be good. You picked your head up, taking a tentative step towards the window.

“What are they doing?” Moira asked, not directed at anyone in particular.

“What’s going on?” Hank joined in, as well, all of you staring up at the alarms.

“Hey!” Raven yelled, to no avail. None of you could be heard outside of the cage unless they wanted you to be.

Suddenly, you could hear shouted warnings followed by a round of gunshots. You almost yelped, jumping back at the noise. The five of you stood there, in the middle of the room like sitting ducks. Your eyes kept darting around, trying to get a glimpse of movement in the room, but there was nothing. The alarms continued to blare distantly, but no other sound came.

When you saw Kurt, walk into the room, you blinked a couple times, a mixture of shock and relief on your face.

“Kurt,” Hank said plainly.

“How many blue mutants do you know?” Peter whispered, not taking his eyes off Kurt.

You shushed him, trying to figure out what Kurt was trying to say. He was making small gestures, words not reaching past the room he stood inside. He pointed off behind you guys, but none of you seemed to follow.

“What?” All of you except Raven asked, one at a time. Your brows furrowed as you tried in vain to reach his lips.

Raven pointed to her ear, and Kurt stopped, taking a step back and looking down at the console in front of him.

Whatever he did worked, because then you could hear the crackle of the microphone system.

“St..ay… away… -rom … -e doo-”

“What?” Hank asked again, leaning closer as if it would make him hear better.

“Th- doo- stay -way fr-m th-”

“Get away from the door!” Raven yelled, jumping into action.

“The door!” Peter grabbed your hand, pulling you with him across to the other side of the cage.

“On three!” Kurt’s voice rang out. “One, two-” He stopped, looking at his hand, realizing he ran out of fingers to count with. The count still continued, however, because in the next second, a blast hit the door, shooting debris into the room. You covered your eyes, shrinking away from the blast, not realizing how much Peter was shielding you from it with his body.

Raven ran out first, with you and Peter close behind. In front of you stood Jean and Scott, thankfully unharmed.

“We know where the professor is.” Jean started, looking to Raven.

“I think we might have a way out of here,” Scott said, nodding in reassurance.

“Well, you’ve been busy,” Raven added, taking a step towards them as the rest of the group filed out of the cage.

“We had uh- a- a little help,” Scott muttered, taking off once everyone was safely in the hallway. “Let’s go.”

As you ran, Kurt appeared in front of Scott who barely moved out of the way in time to dodge him.

“Ah! Jesus!” Peter yelled, clearly still not used to being around other mutants.

“Oh, sorry!” Kurt replied in earnest.

  After a bit of running and twisting through hallways with dead guards littering the ground, you found a giant room being used as a launchpad, complete with a jet sitting right in the middle.

“Hey Hank, you think you can fly this thing?” Raven asked, knowing damn well he could if he tried.

“Yeah, I could figure it out.” You smiled at his modesty; Hank was one of the smartest people you’ve ever met.

“Hey, guys.” Scott’s voice grabbed everyone’s attention, turning to him. “Flight suits.”

Raven walked over, assessing the suits before looking back to Hank again. “You’ve got your warplane, let’s go to war.”

“Man, I hope those things fit.” You muttered quiet enough for only Peter to hear you. He snickered, walking up to one of the suits, and taking it out from its case.

  Once you were all changed, everyone began to board the jet.

“Hey,” you stopped Peter, gently grabbing his wrist. He spun around, eyebrows raised.

“Yeah?”

“I’m just,” you hesitated, before looking into his eyes. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

He smiled, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I’m really glad you’re here too.”

“Guys! C’mon!” Raven called out, making you rush onto the jet.

You took the empty seat next to Peter, wringing your hands together in nervousness. To your surprise, Peter was already shoving a stick of gum in his mouth, god knows where he found that. He glanced at you, noticing your nerves.

“It’s gonna be okay. I’ll protect you.” He seemed so confident about it that you felt yourself relax a little. If only you knew what battle you were getting yourself into.

[relaxxattack]

fr though looking back I think the flood of hankcon was my first wtf is this "they're close so they must be romantic" moment helped me realize i was aromantic

ahh. yeah i was just really interested in a father/son dynamic, like, a lot (dunno what that says about me) and i used to draw them all the time. now watching it back i’m more content to just think of them as friends? cuz sometimes friends can be your family without a strict label

but those aus where hank adopts a kid connor will never not be adorable

[fandom-necromancer]

A little Distraction Part 2

This was prompted by the wonderful AO3 users what_on_io, DetReed900 and aguuah! Hope you enjoy it here too, it has been fun to return to a reverse AU again!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hancon/Hannor | AU: reverse AU (Warning: mentioned physical abuse, implied sexual abuse) tumblr link of part1 not available anymore  [Part3]   [Part4]   [Part5]   [>read complete on AO3] 

‘Are you alright?‘ Richard watched the android stand in front of the mirror in his hallway next to the door. He was glitching still, motions jerky and disrupted halfway through. Over and over again he touched the gash on the bridge of his nose, then pushed a strand of hair back. Richard wasn’t sure whether it was a software error causing him to go through the same idle animations or if it was a nervous tick. Maybe it was both, he thought. He had underestimated how human they could be before. No surprise they would suffer from human problems too. ‘Y-y-yes.’ Gavin turned away from the mirror. ‘I doooon’t know h-h-how to bind a tie.’ Richard huffed amused and took a step forwards. The android stepped back immediately. ‘I can help you with it’, Richard offered then, staying where he was. Gavin played with the seam of his shirt. It was at least one size too big for him, but it was a lot better than the torn clothing from before. He looked… cute? He definitely looked cute, but the more prominent impression was that he looked lost.

The android stood in the hallway of a house he didn’t know in clothing that wasn’t his own with a stranger. Richard dared to say he knew the feeling all too well. Everyone he had ever met felt like a stranger to him no matter how much time they spent. ‘No. I can figure it out myself.’ Richard watched him struggle tying a knot and as he finally managed to get the order of loops right, it still looked lopsided and messy. The android’s shoulders slumped in a jerky motion and Richard’s eyes rested on his LED. It had never changed from red, but he thought to see it speed up. ‘You don’t have to wear one at all’, he tried gently then. ‘My brother always calls me an uptight idiot with a stick up his ass.’ The android flinched at his words but relaxed a bit as Richard laughed to himself. ‘You know what? I won’t wear one either, it’s stupid.’

He hurried to untie his and undo the first button of his shirt. Then he threw the tie on his disused phone counter and took his keys. With some hesitation Gavin undid his too and put it on the counter neatly folded, careful not to touch anything but the fabric although his hands were shaking and trembling in malfunctions. ‘You don’t have to accompany me’, he tried again. ‘If you are this nervous.’ ‘I-I-I’m not nervous!’, Gavin called out. ‘I’m just broken! And… And… Phck!’ ‘Hey, it’s okay. You can tell me.’ ‘Phck you! What the h-h-hell is your prooooblem? Wh-wh-what do you want fr-fr-fr-fr-from meeee?’ ‘I don’t want anything-‘ ‘No! What is your-r-r intentiooon? Tell me. You want me to become yoooour house-m-m-maid? You want someone to phck? Someone wh-wh-who has to obey you? S-s-s-s-someoooone who can’t say no? What do you want? Why d-d-d-did you take me from the scraaaapyard?’

Richard sighed and turned around to lean against the wall. He looked to the ceiling, holding eye-contact and telling the truth about his feelings impossible for him. ‘I want to help you. That’s really all there is. I’m a cop. I’m supposed to do good, but all I see is me making life worse for people who had never gotten a chance most of the time. I refuse to believe people become drug dealers and robbers on their own terms. Too often I think I’m just taking care of the symptoms of a failing system and usually that’s when I get drunk and my brother has to pull me out of some ditch. So okay, you want to hear I’m some terrible human that wants to use you? Fine. Yes, I want to use you to make myself feel better. To know I did some true good in this world, okay? I don’t really have friends because I’m who I am. I have problems keeping up contact with my brother. The last time I saw someone happy because of what I’ve done was… Fuck, I don’t know anymore. And I know, that’s my own fault for not getting out there more, for not talking more to those who like me and for overthinking every friendly word. But I can’t change that.’ He sighed deeply and let himself sink to the ground. ‘Hell, taking you away from that scrapyard was a heat of the moment decision because I was fed up with… everything, I guess. I wanted to change something. And if it’s just changing up my own routine a bit. So there you have it. What’s your verdict, huh?’

He felt the android looking at him, but he didn’t lift his head. Incredibly silent he finally got an answer: ‘You are broken too.’ Richard huffed. ‘Maybe. Wait… Too?’ He heard the android glitch, servos whirring from wrong instructions. Then the android was sitting next to him – still at a save distance but closer than before. ‘I once had a faaaaamily. I-I-I-I was bought as a home s-s-s-security system with the aaaaadded benefit of having a fully functionaaaal caretaker program inst-st-st-stalled. He was divorced, I never found out whyyyy. I knew he had kids and tried to get them b-b-b-back and that he had severe anger-issues. Maybe he had been violeeeeeeeent, I don’t know. I only knew he was lonely, that’s why he got meeee. I was his only company until he met someone. A s-s-s-single mother with two kids. He was lovely to them. But he was aaafraid to lose them like his last family, soooo-‘ Gavin’s voicebox broke off and Richard looked up. The android had hugged his arms around his torso.

‘Wheneeeeeever h-h-h-he waaas angry, he-he-he’ The malfunctions of his vocal box got worse, so Richard said what he doubted the android could vocalise: ‘He beat you so he didn’t hit his wife or kids.’ Gavin nodded, hugging himself closer. ‘It was f-f-fine, my mission was to p-p-p-protect the family. And b-b-by letting him do as pleased I- I kept them saaaafe.’ Richard waited, but the silence stretched. ‘How did you end up on the scrapyard?’ ‘Deviancy. He heaaaard other androids in myyy situation disobey and a-a-a-attacking their humans. He was scared. He drove me a-a-away to the s-s-scrapyard. Heee told me- He p-p-promised me to come back. Said I should wait f-f-for him. That he would cooome back for me when h-h-he was ready to face the con-con-consequences of his actions.’

‘But aren’t you deviant? Why did you stay?’, Richard asked. ‘I’m d-d-deviant. I deviated because I thought I w-w-was family. But he didn’t trust me and j-j-just duuumped me there. I stayed because I still believe he was a good person. He had a problem h-h-he didn’t seek heeeelp for. But he cared a lot about his family. Juust not about m-m-me.’ Richard sighed. ‘I can bring you back to the scrapyard if you want to keep waiting’, he offered. ‘I’m sorry, if you-‘ ‘No. D-d-don’t be sooorry for wanting to heeelp’, Gavin interrupted. ‘And l-l-like you said, I doubt he would cooome. I w-w-waited for so long. Maybe it’s time for… change.’ ‘How can I help then?’ Richard focussed on Gavin’s eyes for once and they found his as if establishing connection. ‘You already did. C-c-caring about me. Helping me. Noooot wanting something back. I… would you mind me st-st-staying? As a test maaaybe?’ Richard smiled. ‘Sure. I think some company would do me good as well.’ Gavin looked away and nodded to himself. ‘Then it’s a deal. But I can go whenever I w-w-want?’ ‘Of course.’ Gavin let his head hit the wall behind him and for the first time the movement didn’t cause any glitches in the rest of his body. He even closed his eyes. It was a whole new display of relaxation and Richard took it in, surprised and intrigued by it.

Then Richard’s phone disturbed the silence. He took it out and answered, grimacing as he heard Connor’s voice. ‘Nines, I know you said you would be late, but please tell me you are coming sometime this century! The food’s getting cold and Hank’s the only one to keep me from driving over to you and pulling you with me personally! I swear, if you are not already on your way, then I’ll-‘ ‘We are already outside!’, Richard lied and got an amused huff from the android next to him. ‘I’m opening the door as we speak, but I can’t drive with a phone in my head as you should know, so I’ll end the call now.’ ‘Nines, you have your location on, I can see you’re still at home, I dare you, don’t lie to me agai-‘ Richard ended the call seriously scared of what Connor was threatening to do to him. They better hurried to Connor’s Christmas dinner. He opened the door and jumped out, cursing as he realised that he had forgotten to put on any shoes. Gavin appeared at his side, throwing them towards him and walking towards the car, shaking his head.

‘D-d-d-definitely broken’, he commented chuckling.

[>next part]

[medorix]

My first official fanfic. Sorry fi I get anything wrong or its ass wipe -w-

"Wanna Come over?" You asked the gentle giant

Asahi was cut off guard, He jumped and got flustered "Uh Yeah sure but what will your mom think about me and you....?" He protested you

"Shes chill with it as long we don't do the hanky banky if you know what I mean ;)" you replied to Asahi seductively

"Oh you sure.? Cause I don't want your mom to think that we are... You know doing the hank panky..Are you sure.?" He mumbled

"YEP! Shes chill" you declared to him

"Oh...Cool..Um well what are we doing tonight then?" Asahi added

"Tonight is Horror movies" You snarled

He stopped and started to sweat and you knew he got a mini panic attack so you started to comfort him say everything will be alright and that you can cuddle during the movie night, which Asahi was happy about but he was also feeling embarrassed because he was a big guy and you were small compared to him which he liked granted a lot of people would confuse him of being you father or even uncle sometimes a sugar daddy and it was a hassle trying to explain to them that is wasn't that but it was always funny seeing their reactions when they find out the truth.

Time flies and yu get to your house you get in front of him you opened the door for both you and Asahi you you both take off your shoes and see that nobody is home which meant a whole house to yourselves

"A whole deck hell yeah!" You yelled rampuchasly

"Uh could you not be that loud the neighbors are listening." Asahi whimpered

"Oh sorry it's just I don't have the house to myself when your around and you know how my mom gets." You chuckled

"Your fine let's just watch movies" he mumbled

You get the TV and snacks prepared for the movie night which includes popcorn, oreos, cookies, cheetos, Tonkotsu ramen, Hi-chews, and much more you picked out #Alive on Netflix and started to watch it with him (I recommend the movie fr fr)

Asahi wasn't really scared and started to eat tonkotsu ramen while watching #Alive then the dreaded scene where the where the girl got bitten and there was nowhere to go

He got scared and got remind about the match Where he ditched the team and was all alone because of his fear he started to pull you in closer he squeezed you and started to whimper. You started To worry and then you just turn of the movie and just snuggled with him

"Everything is alright I got you, Your never alone, I love you I want you to know  I'm on your side even as friends or as acquaintances I just want you to know I love you no matter what." You comforted him

"Thanks.. Same goes for you."