#They Know Everyone In This Room Intimately And Their New Friends Are Not Aware

[collegeoflore]

god we deserved a high society party quest….. i want to see the upper city so so bad…. let me into duke portyr’s manor i’ll be so normal about it

[sweetblinginrose]

𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖑 ,

(OS Eddie Munson x reader)

summary: You catch Eddie red-handed.

word count: 3k +

warnings: +18, friends to lovers, caught jerking off, handjob, oral (m receives), cum in mouth, all this in a hospital.

a/n: hi! so, im dropping this one-shot without pronouns so everyone can vibe with it. just a random idea i had, nothing too crazy

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Eddie was lying on the hospital stretcher, his face reflecting a mixture of satisfaction, annoyance and relief. "Mmhmm, fuck, yeah, right there..." he sighed, while a slight tremor ran through his closed eyelids. His toes curved involuntarily, reacting to the feeling he had longed for. His long hair, usually tied in a bun given to the summer heat, had come loose and now it fell disorderly on his forehead, dark strands stuck to his skin by sweat.

There you were, his unconditional, only person he trusted to carry out this delicate mission. With the precision of a surgeon, you had inserted one of his forks into the narrow opening of the plaster that imprisoned his hand. You moved the fork carefully, gently scratching the palm that had been for weeks without feeling the slightest touch. Eddie twisted slightly every time the fork touched a new point on his palm, sending a wave of relief through his immobilized arm. "There, there... That's it!" He exclaimed whimpering with satisfaction more deeply, every time you manage to calm that unattainable itching that tormented him so much. The room was silent, except for Eddie's occasional moans of comfort and the soft rubbing of metal against plaster. It was an intimate moment, not because of their nature, but because of the trust and connection they shared. Finally, after several minutes that seemed eternal to Eddie, he sighed deeply, a sign that you had completed your task. "Fuck...," he murmured, gratitude shining in his eyes when he opened them and met yours. "I don't know what I would do without you."

The night Eddie was injured was one of those occasions that would be remembered not because of the music, but because of the chaos that followed. Corroded Coffin, your band, had gotten a concert in a biker bar on the outskirts of the city, a place known for its rude clientele and unbridled atmosphere. The band was excited, especially Eddie, who always sought to push things to the limit. The place was small and the stage barely an elevation above the ground, only a little higher than the shoulders of an average man. Your battery occupied most of the space, leaving little room for the rest of the members. The crowd that night was scarce; less than fifteen souls gathered near the stage, lost in their own conversations and drinks. Eddie, under the influence of substances that promised a night without inhibitions, decided that it would be a good idea to try to surf over the crowd. In an impulse, he threw himself into the void, hoping to be held by the hands of the spectators. But the audience, taken by surprise, dispersed quickly, leaving a void where Eddie hoped to find support. He fell heavily, his right arm hitting the ground first. The sound of something breaking was almost as loud as the music. In a desperate attempt to cushion the fall, he extended his other hand, the left, which was still holding the microphone. His fingers were crushed between the metal and the ground, and a sharp pain ran through his body. Eddie's screams were mixed with the music as the audience, now aware of the situation, approached to help. The show stopped abruptly, and the confusion took over the place. Gareth jumped off the stage, followed by the rest of the band, as they tried to understand the severity of Eddie's injuries. Eddie's right arm was clearly broken, hanging at an unnatural angle, and his left fingers were swollen and deformed. The night ended not with applause, but with sirens, while an ambulance arrived to take Eddie to the nearest hospital.

The recovery would be long and tedious. Eddie would have to learn to do things with his non-dominant hand and endure the pain and frustration of not being able to play his guitar, and something more than this. The plaster in his dominant hand drastically limited his mobility, while the bandage in the other imposed additional restrictions on him. Every daily task became a titanic task, from tying your shoes to reaching for a glass on the highest shelf. Frustration and pain were constant companions in his day to day, and the inability to play his beloved guitar only intensified his despair. The night was particularly difficult for Eddie. Accustomed to releasing his sexual tension through masturbation, he was now deprived of this relief. His excitement was palpable, a constant reminder of his unmet need. In his mind, he relived past moments of solitary pleasure, now unattainable due to his condition.

In the midst of his anguish, he turned to you, his lifelong friend. You did all the tasks he couldn't do, except the most important, at least for him.

Although he had always seen you as a loyal partner, now he was beginning to notice a different spark in your presence. He remembered the nights in the pub, when the music enveloped the room and your presence was as comforting as it was stimulating. In those moments, he saw you with new eyes, a vision that was now intensified with his frustration and repressed sexual need. Your presence, and the minimal visualization of your collarbone through that t-shirt, only served to kindle the fire of his desire. Every adjustment in the bandage or every accidental contact caused a wave of forbidden sensations. Eddie was in a state of constant excitement, his body longing for liberation and satisfaction, and those noises were not of relief, but also of pleasure.

Eddie's cock was beating with an almost painful urgency, trapped between his thighs, anxious to be released. However, she was trapped under the thin sheets of the hospital, and the idea of being discovered in that state was too embarrassing to contemplate.

While the nurses completed their last night care, giving him medication and making sure everything was in order, Eddie got impatient. Although he wanted to be discharged, he knew it was not yet the right time. Possibly his recovery was delayed due to unexpected complications or the need for more medical tests to ensure his full recovery.

You decided to say goodbye to Munson and leave the room, since you had to prepare for the next day's classes. With a slight touch on his arm you said goodbye, and as you walked away, Eddie couldn't help but admire your movements, watching your uncovered legs move.

When you finally left, Eddie strongly separated his thighs, releasing his cock that was full of weeks of accumulated desire. The burning need for satisfaction consumed him, but with his dominant hand immobilized, he knew that he could not resort to his usual methods. However, instead of surrendering to frustration, he began to devise a plan to find relief from his sexual urgency.

The whisper of the sheets when touching each other filled the room, accompanied by the soft buzz of the lights in the hallway that filtered through the ajar door. Eddie twisted in bed, struggling to free himself from the oppression of his underpants without risking bending his non-dominant hand and causing more pain. Every move was a challenge, and sweat beaded his forehead as he strove to reach his goal. "Fuck, c’mon..." he murmured in a barely audible whisper, aware that the elderly patient next to him, separated with a sheet carefully arranged by his wife, was soundly asleep. The roommate's advanced age gave him some confidence, knowing that he probably wouldn't realize if Munson decided to look for a little pleasure in the middle of the night.

With trembling movements, Eddie finally managed to lower his underpants, releasing his throbbing erection. The temptation was overwhelming, and although he knew that it was not the right time or place, the urgency of his sexual need pushed him forward. His cock stood up with a sober and natural majesty. Its size, although not exaggerated, exhibited a perfect proportion, promising satisfaction without being intimidating. The skin that wrapped it was smooth and soft to the touch, with a slightly velvety texture that invited contact. The blue and prominent veins meandered along their length, highlighting their vascularity and suggesting a latent potency. Each vein seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, marking the rhythm of its pulse and the urgency of its desire. The thickness of its member was remarkable, filling the hand with a comforting firmness. However, its form was not only physical, but also aesthetic. A soft curve adorned its contour, adding a natural elegance to its appearance. Each strand of hair seemed to delicately caress the skin, adding a feeling of texture and depth to its appearance.

You had gone out the door, the sound of your steps was fading in the hallway. But then, a twinge of oblivion stopped you; you had left your glasses. You turned on your steps, opened the door without making any noise, carefully sliding the sheet, and there was Munson, struggling with his cock, trying to reach that unreachable point with his hand. You stood still, observing. An accomplice silence spread between you, only interrupted by the slight rubbing of his fingers against the thin skin that covered his entire cock.

You were frozen in the room, watching the scene with a mixture of surprise and fascination. Eddie's cock was just as you had imagined it, but seeing it in that state, struggling with the need for satisfaction, caused a heat to start forming in your pants. Your cheeks blushed at the intensity of the moment, feeling trapped between shame and a growing excitement.

He, oblivious to your presence at first, seemed to be trapped in his own world of despair and desire. With clumsy movements and limited by his injury, he was looking for a way out of his sexual torment. That's when he had the great idea of turning his body slightly and rubbing against the mattress, simulating the movement of a sexual relationship. His movements were cautious at first, but soon they became more fluid and rhythmic. His eyes were closed, lost in the feeling of self-induced pleasure, while you watched the scene with a mixture of fascination and bewilderment. "Mmhmm..." he moaned, so you felt as if some butterflies were hitting your stomach hard. It seemed as if they were eating you inside. You were completely hot, but you decided to intervene, since it didn't seem appropriate to be observing Eddie at a time like this.

"Edd...?" You whispered, capturing all his attention. At that moment, shame completely invaded you. You were totally embarrassed, even more than him. You felt as if you had invaded his privacy, as if you were witnessing something intimate and personal that I should never have seen.

When Eddie finally listened to you, his reaction was instant and tumultuous. He was completely startled, his body tense and his eyes wide open in a gesture of panic. He began to randomly insult out loud, a cascade of curses that filled the room and made you jump in surprise. "Shit! Fuck! What are you doing here?!" Eddie shouted, his voice full of shame and despair. He clung to the nearest sheet, trying to cover himself, but when he bent his hand he hurt himself, and a deep moan of pain escaped from his lips. The situation became more and more tense when you noticed that the old man in the bed next door began to frown, a sign that he could wake up at any moment. Without thinking twice, you rushed to where Eddie was, tightly covering his thick lips with your hand and staring at his round eyes, trying to convey the urgency of the situation with your gaze.

When you approached Eddie, with the urgency of the palpable situation in the air, you felt how his cock, through the sheet, was in contact with your side. A shudder ran through your body as she perceived the heat emanating from it, like a burning ember that burned the skin and stoked the flame of excitement. Everything in you began to tremble, from your hands to your legs that barely held your weight. You felt like a flan, on the verge of collapse, at any moment you could collapse me in the face of the intensity of the situation.

"What are you doing, idiot?" You asked whispering, your voice just a murmur full of annoyance and shame. Your eyes were desperately looking for theirs, looking for some answer or sign of repentance in their gaze. "Why you beating your meat in a hospital, asshole?" You kept whispering, your tone of voice mixed frustration and worry. Even covering his lips firmly, you hoped that your words would make him reflect on the seriousness of his behavior and the need to contain himself in a place as inappropriate as that.

With his left hand, Eddie pushed yours away, finally allowing him to breathe normally, although his face was totally reddened by shame. "I haven't come or jerked off for a month, so don't question what I do or where," he also whispered in defense, his altered tone revealed his overexcitement and the urgency of his unmet need.

His words hit you hard, reminding you of the internal struggle he was facing. "And what?! You should go to the bathroom!" You answered him, your voice equally whispering but full of frustration, gesticulating forcefully near him to emphasize your point.

"I can't! That's why I'm doing it here!" Eddie exclaimed, his despair palpable in every word.

"What do you mean you can't?" You asked, trying to understand the situation while you struggled to contain your own confusion and dismay.

"Well, I can't jerk off, that's what happens! I need to cum," Eddie explained, his voice full of anguish and shame. The vulnerability of his confession resonated in the air, exposing the depth of his need and his inability to satisfy it in a conventional way.

You were silent, observing Munson's expression under the slight reflection that emanated from the moon. You were very hot for seeing him that way, so vulnerable, that you didn't think about what you said. "And... do you need help?" You murmured, letting the words escape from your lips without thinking about the consequences. As soon as you said that, Eddie's expression changed completely. Now he was pale, his eyes opened like plates, revealing a mixture of surprise and anxiety. However, you noticed how his cock moved slightly in response to your question, a non-verbal sign that your offer had been received with interest and excitement.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room while you looked at each other, each processing the situation differently.

"What exactly do you mean?" Eddie asked with a crooked smile, still unsure of his point.

"You would do the same for me, wouldn't you? Although I don't think I'll ever get to such a... perverted state of despair," you said laughing, feeling how the tension dissipated and a sexual warmth filled the room. Eddie settled down, crossing his arms over his chest and resting his back against the head of the bed. "You're the pervert, I don't know how long you'd been watching me," he replied with a mocking smile. "But yes, I know you would do the same for me. That's what friends do, isn't it?" He joked, noticing how his cock was begging for it to be uncovered and touched.

After that exchange of glances full of complicity, a tense silence took over the room, as if you were both weighing the meaning of what had just happened. You decided to break the silence by placing your ass on the bed, staring at Eddie with determination. You began to lower the sheet that covered him up to his chest, revealing what you both wanted so much. The excitement invaded you even more when you saw his body vulnerable and exposed to you. Your best friend was defenseless, and he couldn't do anything to stop you, which gave you a feeling of power and freedom to explore. The fact of being in a hospital, sharing a room, added an element of risk and emotion to the situation. You were in a semi-public place, which intensified the feeling of the forbidden and excitingness of your meeting.

Munson breathed with difficulty, his half-open lips let out his choppy breath, while the slight movements of his cock gently hit his abdomen, setting the rhythm of his desire. You decided to stop that by grabbing his erection, noticing how hot and wet it was. A shiver ran down your back when you felt its heat throbbing between your fingers, increasing your own excitement and anticipation for what was to come.

After starting gently, your movements became more energetic and determined. With your hand in his mouth to put out any noise, you began to pump even harder on his erection. Each onslaught was greeted with a drowned moan on his part, his hips were looking for more depth, and you gave it to him without hesitation.

The tension in the room was palpable, every sigh and every moan was proof of the unbridled passion you shared. Suddenly, without warning, you took your mouth towards his cock, staring into his eyes as your tongue began to draw circles around his member. Eddie's eyes rolled backwards in ecstasy, his hips moved with difficulty, responding to the expert movements of your tongue. Each lick was received with a deep and guttural moan on his part, his voice vibrated against your fingers as he struggled to contain the overwhelming pleasure that invaded him.

And suddenly, without warning, you felt his body tense, how his voice vibrated against your fingers, and how his warm and sticky liquid soaked your cheeks inside, filling your mouth with its unique and delicious flavor. A moan escaped from your lips in response, an echo of his pleasure that mixed with yours in the air full of desire. “Uhh… fuck, yes…”

Taking his member out of your mouth gracefully, you looked at him with a naughty smile. "I thought you were going to hold on longer..." you joked, before swallowing everything that Eddie had expelled for his cock.

"I told you that I hadn't cum for almost a month..." Eddie stressed with a smile, running his thumb over your lips, picking up some of his remains. With a seductive gesture, you brought his thumb to your mouth, allowing it to enter slightly, savoring the sweet taste of its essence.

[tiny-pretty-sana]

sana gf | headcanons

warning: nsfw content (+18), minors dni, men dni

sfw

sana is a ray of sunshine, the type of person that lights up a room as soon as she gets in

she’s welcoming, warm, and full of energy like having a coffee in a winter morning

she’s a dangerous combination of cute and sexy, she’s aware and she takes advantage of that. she knows exactly what to say and how to act to get her way

sana the type of girl that gets princess treatment without having to ask for it

you get her flowers, open the door for her, give her your jacket, carry her bag and you will do everything it takes to get the plushie she wants at the fair

she is aware of everything you do for her, she appreciates it and gives you all that love back

she is very empathetic. it helps to solve conflicts most of the time, but sometimes it can really affect her to see you upset and she cries with you the same way she celebrates your achievements as if they are her own

she’s an it girl, she’s up to date with the latest fashion trends, likes designer clothes and has an amazing fashion sense. since she's your girlfriend you've started to dress better

she takes you shopping and chooses your outfits on special occasions but her favorite thing is to wear subtle matching outfits with you

her love language is physical touch, so expect a huge amount of skinship

she clings to you, kisses you, hugs you, holds your hand, caresses you, plays with your hair, strokes you… she always has her hands all over you

she doesn’t mind pda to the point it can be too much and you sometimes have to stop her because things can get too cheesy or heated

she showers you with love and she wants everyone to know how much she loves you and how special you are

she posts ig stories of you with cute emojis or texts, photo dumps of your dates and she will randomly bring you up in conversation when you aren’t there

she will ask you to take a lot photos of her when you go on dates

her gifts are always expensive, luxurious, useful and she never misses

sana has a flirtatious personality, it’s something that just comes natural to her. she’s playful, she enjoys teasing you and likes seeing you get nervous but if you respond with the same energy you will have her blushing and giggling

she likes the attention and sometimes she might be flirty with her friends or strangers but you don’t really mind, you know she just likes attention and having a bit of fun

however don’t you dare to flirt with anyone that isn't her because she’s possessive and the jealous type of girlfriend. she’s been clear about that since the beginning and you actually love seeing this side of her

you can easily tell when she's jealous/mad because she looks like she’s about to slit the throat of anyone that gets too close or too touchy with you for her liking with her perfectly done nails

when she's jealous not even her empathy can save you. she won’t say anything, she will give you a cold shoulder until you apologize or convince her that she’s the only one for you

she always sends you mirror photos when she’s in the changing room, when she likes her outfit or when she tries a new make up even if you’re in the same room

when you aren't together she's the type of girlfriend that sends you a bunch of texts with a bunch of emojis and a bunch of exclamation marks

"good morning baby!💟" "have a great dayyy!!!🩷" "have you eaten yet?" "💗💗💗💗💗" "drink water!!! 😡💗" "i miss youuu!!! > < 💗" "good night babyyyy!!! 💖"

nsfw

as someone that expresses her love mostly through physical touch being intimate isn't essential or the center of your relationship, but it's important to her

she likes to make the best of these moments whether they are planned, spontaneous, rushed, soft and slow or fast and rough she will make you feel special, loved, desired, wanted and even worshiped

sana is a passionate, skilled and generous lover

that dangerous mix of cuteness and sexiness is also present in the room she might blush, giggle and cover her face and the next second she's whispering the filthiest things that she wants you to do to her in your ear

when you call her "princess" something just clicks in her brain

she is pretty much a switch in every sense of the word she enjoys bottoming, topping, being in charge and letting you have control

she's possessive, so of course she likes to mark you up and leave hickeys and bites all over your neck and other hidden places. luckily they're subtle enough so they can only be noticed if someone gets a litter too close

sana is usually so touchy that it is hard to tell apart when she is being her usual needy self and when she is just being a brat and is teasing you

casual touches on your thighs, kisses too close to the mouth, glances that undress you, praises that get a little too suggestive…

she's a tease, she likes attention and also praising, so sending you pictures of her cute outfits is not the only thing she does. when you're at work or out with coworkers or friend it's likely that you'll receive pictures of sana in underwear or lingerie if she feels like behaving because if she isn't she will be completely naked doing ungodly poses

she's a kinky girl, open to try new things and isn't shy about it, in fact she has made a few great suggestions that now are part of your routine

her main kinks are praising, degradation, bondage and orgasm control

she loves mix of praising and degradation "you're such a good slut for me, aren't you?" "taking me so well like the little whore you are" "my pretty slut"

she loves when you use the strap on her and she has recently started wearing the strap as well and you can't choose if she is better at giving or receiving

when you're using the strap she loves to do this thing . you lay on your back, she gets between your legs and her hand starts teasing you with strokes on your inner thighs, then she slides a finger between your folds and as soon as she feels your wetness she wraps her lips around the tip of the strap locking her eyes with yours if you're strong enough to look at her

she loves teasing but she hates being teased

if you tease her in an inappropriate place or at an inappropriate time when she can't do anything about it when you finally get home she'll make you sit in a chair in front of the bed and will make you watch while she touches herself

when this happens there are clear rules: 1. you can’t touch her 2. you can’t touch yourself

she is very vocal. she tells you what she wants, where to touch her and how to do it but she also moans without restraining herself and always lets you know how close she is and how good it feels

aftercare is just a long intimate session of cuddles and kisses

[spideyzgirl]

that first kiss

summary: you and peter reminisce about your first kiss, but you both have very different takes on it.

warnings: fluff, a lil angst

pairing: tom!peter x reader

wc: 891

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“hey y/n, look at this.” peter beckoned you over, showing you his phone. it was a picture of you two together on your very first date.

“aw, look at us! that’s our first date, yeah? we were so cute.” you gushed. “is that the time we watched wonder? you cried your ass off at the end.”

“rightfully so. he made friends, and for the first time everyone accepted him.” peter said as he teared up.

“are we really doing this right now?” you sighed.

“he got a standing ovation.” he wiped a tear away and sniffled, clearing his throat when he noticed you trying to suppress your laughter.

“hey, do you remember our first kiss?”

“how could i forget it?” you shrugged. “it was so, uh…”

“sloppy.” you spoke.

“perfect.” peter said at the same time.

“wait, what? did you just say sloppy?” peter gasped.

“well, yes? you have to admit, it wasn’t our best.”

“i can’t believe this. after all this time, i’m just now hearing about this? i’m- i’m heartbroken, honestly.” he slapped his hands over his heart dramatically, flopping onto your shared bed.

“oh come on peter,” you giggled. “we were playing seven minutes in heaven. that’s like the shittiest way to have your first kiss.”

“i beg to differ. i think it was quite romantic, actually. we were so close, wrapped in each others warmth.”

“that’s my main point. we were cramped up in a small wardrobe. our breaths were turning it into a sauna. hot, sweaty, and steamy.”

“but it was comforting, right?”

“wrong.”

“it was so intimate. our bodies were literally pressed together.”

“yes, due to the lack of space. we couldn’t even breathe without our chests touching each others, which gave my boobs a great deal of discomfort by the way.”

“but i swear i heard angels singing. no wonder it’s called seven minutes in heaven.”

“those weren’t angels, that was me wheezing for air. we were suffocating, peter. i think we were trying to steal air from each others mouths when we kissed.” you laughed.

“i think you’re lying.” peter smirked.

“and i think you’re in denial. we’ve had better kisses and you know it.”

“that’s it. you’re on a kiss ban until you admit you liked our first kiss.” peter declared, sauntering off into the kitchen.

“what? you can’t do that!” you exclaimed, following him shortly after he left.

“can too! let’s see how long you can last before you break and tell the truth.”

“this is ridiculous. you think you can stop me from-“ you tried to steal a kiss swiftly, but his lightning quick reflexes had you kissing a cereal box.

“banned!” he shouted, fleeing to the bedroom.

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from morning to night, you’d been livid. you woke up to a sticky note on your forehead, a note scribbled in peters messy handwriting: sorry, had to leave early to be new yorks hero this morning. you missed out on your goodbye kiss since you wanted to be a naughty little liar last night <3

jerk.

you’d been waiting for him all day to get home, ready to chew him out for dragging this situation into the next day. it was funny at first, but now he had taken it too far. those morning kisses meant a lot to you. even when you were taken over by sleep, you were still aware of when he left a quick kiss to your forehead or cheek.

peter never really knew if you even felt the kisses or not, but he still did it anyway. it was the sweetest thing ever, and he took that away from you.

as he crept into the bedroom window, you entered the room at the same time, just finishing your skincare routine in the bathroom. you gasped upon seeing him and darted towards your bed, grabbing multiple pillows to throw at him.

“hey cutie, i’m back- hey!” he effortlessly dodged a pillow. “what the hell?”

“jerk! what kind of boyfriend deprives his girl of her morning kisses?” you threw another pillow at him, which he caught.

“i told you, you were on ban, but-“ you threw another pillow, hitting him right in his face. “really?”

“fuck your stupid ban! you took it too far. you’re so childish!” you fussed, tossing two pillows at him.

“says the one sending pillows flying all over the room. also, i never realized how many pillows we had.” he ripped his mask off and tossed it elsewhere.

peter gave you a sympathetic smile when he saw you doing that cute little “i’m upset but i want your attention” pout. “alright honey,” he walked over to you, engulfing you in his arms. “i’m sorry, okay? i didn’t know how much those morning kisses meant to you, and i didn’t really mean to drag this ban on for so long. so from this moment on, the kissing ban has officially been lifted. you are free to kiss. am i forgiven?”

“yes,” you pressed a long overdue kiss to his lips, humming when he ran a soothing hand over your back. “but never do that again. and don’t you ever leave me without my morning kiss again. you hear me?” you squinted at him, & he nodded.

“yes ma’am. and hey, was our first kiss really that bad?”

“i was wheezing for air. let that sink in.”

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[jaehyunsprincesspeach]

Boyfriend Johnny Things

Down bad for Johnny rn

Honestly he’s so boyfriend coded

Hope y’all enjoy !!

All the love ~ lunar

<3

bf!johnny, who spends the entire crushing stage playfully teasing you, hoping you’ll catch on to his feelings. Sadly you don’t, simply because even after you two start dating, he teases you just as much. He never takes it too far, and always makes sure you know that he is joking.

bf!johnny, who flirts with you relentlessly, whether you like it or not. Him and flirting are a package deal. He really just wants you to always know how beautifully amazing you are to him, and he never wants to leave room for doubt in your mind.

bf!johnny, who always places things in hard to reach areas, just so he can hear you call his name. Something about the way you say his name has him on his hands and knees for you. He also thinks it’s cute when you try to reach them yourself, and when you turn and give him those puppy dog eyes, oh goodness he falls in love with you all over again.

bf!johnny, who only shows one moment of shyness with you; the first time he tells you he loves you. He’s known since the relationship started that he is in love with you, but he’s nervous that he might scare you away (as if that’s even possible).

bf!johnny, who treats your relationship like you two are best friends. You truly are his best friend. The person he confides in, the one he tells everything to, the person he has the most fun with and laughs the hardest with. Not only are you his best friend, and lover, you truly are everything he needs.

bf!johnny, who keeps your relationship exciting! Truly, there is never a dull moment with him. The two of you could be doing anything, even something as simple as enjoying a quiet evening together, and he’s got some sort of surprise for you. Sometimes it’s flowers, sometimes it’s a spontaneous night drive, and sometimes you end up at the amusement park. Regardless, he always seems to find something new and exciting to keep you on your toes!

bf!johnny, who loves you unconditionally. He accepts you for everything you are, and loves you just as much! He’s aware that everyone has flaws, and he’s very aware of his own, and he loves you regardless. The only thing that matters to him is that he keeps you by his side.

bf!johnny, who immediately picks up on your energy. If you have had a bad day, he can feel it the second he sees you. If you are excited about something, he’s already eager to hear it! He loves these moments with you because to him, they are very personal and intimate, and nothing makes him happier than knowing you confide in him, the same way he does with you.

bf!johnny, who is obsessed with seeing you in his clothing. Something about the way his sweatshirt engulfs you and makes you look so tiny, makes his heart sparkle. To him, you are the most gentle, fragile thing in the world, and seeing you in his clothing makes him feel as if he has a way of protecting you, even when he can’t physically be there.

bf!johnny, who protects you fiercely. He does everything in his power to keep others from hurting you. Of course, he knows he can’t truly stop everyone, but he still is amazing at protecting you. You are his everything, and nothing hurts him more than seeing you hurt. You are his princess, and he is your knight in shining armor.

<3

[mikrokcsmos]

Wallflower

synopsis; in which you refuse to let Jungkook be by himself.

pairing; bff!jungkook x bff!reader ft. ot6 (cause no yoongs)

genre; angst, fluff, humor, f2l, JITB party au

rating; PG-13

warnings; mentions of alcohol and consumption of it, jealousy, terrible dancing, equally as terrible singing (on your end), playful banter, drunken confessions, drunk and clingy koo

w/c; 1,892

a/n; this fit looked so good on him and don’t even get me started on those BOOTS. and y’all already know I had to include a snippet of that live yesterday with our koo. this was meant to be just a drabble but HA HA jokes on me I guess. OH and guess what?! feedback makes this author happy, so leave some love, would ya? 🫶🏻

“Hey, JK.”

He looks up at you from his sitting position on the steps that align against the side of the main stage, having tucked himself in a far off corner away from everyone. He gives you a lopsided grin in greeting, hand coming up to give you a lazy wave. His arms then do some kind of weird movement that you deem is him trying to dance with just his arms. His entire body sways side to side from the amount of force he’s putting into it.

“Hey, Y/N.”

When the song is over, his arms dangle off his bent knees, one hand clutching a half glass of some kind of liquid he seemingly pulled out of nowhere. Judging by the color, and notes of cinnamon that wafts through your nose as you settle yourself down next to him, crossing your ankles in order to keep from flashing the crowd around you, you believe it to be whiskey.

He raises his glass towards you, and you clink your own half glass of a mixed drink against his, both of you taking a sip. Your eyes scan over his outfit of choice for the evening — a thick silver chain hangs loosely around his neck and settles in the middle of his chest just past his collarbone, oversized plain black shirt that you know for a fact hides his well chiseled torso, black jeans, and your personal favorite, chunky black combat boots.

“Did you purposely choose that fit in order to hide yourself away in the shadows?”

He gives you a mock glare, gently bumping his shoulders with yours.

“No, I wore it cause I knew it would inevitably attract you to me. What with your fixation of black clothing yourself.” His free hand grabs onto the thin, black, spaghetti strap of your mini dress on your shoulder, and before you could stop him, he snaps it.

You smack at his chest in retaliation, mouth open in shock.

“I hate you.” You purse your lips at him, eyes squinting.

All he does is laugh and lean into you with fake puppy dog eyes.

“You love me.”

You roll your eyes, choosing to take another swig of your drink instead of confirming what he just said.

If only you knew.

A waiter passes by with a tray of flutes not too long after the next song ends, full of what you can only assume is dry champagne. He bends at the waist, tray in between you and Jungkook, both of you setting your now empty glasses on the tray and taking a flute of champagne each. You thank the waiter, and he leaves.

For what seems like the upteenth time since you’ve arrived to this intimate listening party for Hobi’s new album, the ‘Butter: Remix’ song begins blasting through the speakers. Jungkook perks up, eyes immediately attempting (and failing) to meet yours, cause you know once you lock eyes with him, that’s it.

“Y/N~ieeee.”

“Jungkook, no.”

He slides himself closer to you, leaning his head onto your shoulder while he keeps giving you the same puppy dog eyes.

“I wanna dance.” The liquor on his breath floods your nostrils with how close he is, he’s probably not even aware of it himself due to the amount of drinks he’s probably had long before you arrived.

“Okay, that’s cool.” You sweep your arms at the cluster of people around you. “Go and find somebody to dance with then, like—,” your eyes scan the room, falling on someone you know very well thanks to being best friends with Jungkook since his trainee days. “—look there’s Jin.”

“He’s not staying long though, and he’s only reading webtoons on his phone, he’s no fun.”

“Really?” You question, voice flat. “Actually, yeah. That sounds like him, I’m not surprised.”

You perk up yourself this time, noticing a figure dressed in white making his way through the crowd to your seemingly huddled figures.

Jungkook notices your demeanor change drastically, eyes trailing past your hand that points enthusiastically at someone who he normally would have no problem hanging with, but right now he was just trying to dance with you, alone.

“Jiminie!” Your excitement makes a small frown pull on his face, wishing you shared the same sentiment upon seeing him. His champagne flute sloshes dangerously, a little spilling out onto the floor between his legs as you abruptly get up with the help of Jimin’s outstretched hand who pulls you into a tight hug.

You wrap your arms around his neck carefully, being sure not to spill any of your drink on him. His arms squeeze your small waist as he gently sways you both side to side in the hug. Without you knowing, Jungkook gives Jimin the look, and Jimin has to bite back a snicker that threatens to spill out, before pulling away from you.

“Y/N—,” Jungkook tries to gain your attention, even going so far as to push himself up off the step he’s been sitting on since he arrived, planting his boots right next to your black pump wearing shoes.

“Jimin! Perfect timing. Jungkook here was just trying to find someone to dance with!” When you place your hand on his shoulder, he uses the opportunity to slide the same arm around your waist to tug you into his side. You let out a small squeak of surprise at the action, but Jimin isn’t bothered by it at all — in fact, he expected it.

Jimin gives a sly grin to you both, before tipping his invisible hat at you with a cheeky wink.

You whine, hand stretched out towards him to save you from Jungkook’s clingy wrath, but all he does is wish you both a ‘good dance’, and you a ‘good luck’.

“Traitor!” You jokingly shout at his retreating figure, and all the while Jungkook just keeps pulling you both further on the dance floor, and closer to the stage where you see Hobi already dancing himself to the song.

Before you know what’s happening, your both somehow up on the stage, and even you are dancing with them (albeit terribly but still). When Megan’s verse comes up you use your champagne flute as a fake microphone and (badly) sing her part while all the boys danced their choreo around you, and at the same time were hyping you up. As soon as it gets to the end of her part, you join the boys in their final pose with your tongue out.

All of them fake bow down to you when the song is officially over with praises, bending at the waist, and you just laugh giddily, the alcohol more than doing it’s part now with easing your nerves and allowing you to just have fun and let loose.

The scattered applause from the crowd gradually comes to an end, and once the high wears off, you tug on Jungkook’s hand, who follows behind you willingly. He plops down in a vacant both, a good distance away from the stage allowing you both to be able to hear each other while even talking normally.

As you go to sit down next to him, he grabs you by the waist to pull you onto his lap sideways. You take your usual position in your cuddling sessions that happen quite often, head nestled in the junction between his neck and shoulder as you close your eyes and allow his heartbeat to soothe you like it normally would, but not this time apparently.

His chin rests on top of yours, one hand lays across your lap to make sure your dress doesn’t ride up, the other behind your back. His hand drums against your semi bare thigh, restlessly.

Eyes still closed, your fingertips lightly rub soothing circles onto his chest in an effort to slow down his heart rate, but to your surprise, it just makes it worse. Furrowing your brows, you ask him a question.

“Why is your heart beating so fast? It’s like you ran a marathon.” The chuckle he releases deep within his chest, makes your head jostle, and you whine in discontent.

“Koo, I’m trying to relax here.”

“Yeah, well. It’s hard for me to relax around you, I’m sorry.” His voice is mumbled by tufts of your hair that makes its way towards his mouth.

“Why is that? I’m your best friend, babe. There’s no need to be nervous around me.”

You miss the deep frown that appears on his face at your words, them effectively decreasing his heart rate along with his mood.

Using up what’s left of the liquid courage that still remains in his bloodstream, he says something that gets your own heart racing now.

“What if I don’t want to be best friend’s anymore?”

You sit up quickly, brows pulled in worry, waterline beginning to turn red at his insinuation.

“You don’t want to be friends anymore?” Your voice cracks, and his eyes widen when he realizes how bad that must’ve sounded. He’s frozen for a minute too long in your mind, and you try to stand up, but his biceps flex only a bit and he’s secured you back into his hold, voice coming out jumbled with how fast he’s talking.

“I-Wait-No-, That’s not what I meant, y/n!” He places a hand underneath your chin to get you to look at him. His breath catches in his lungs when he realizes you’re on the verge of crying because of him.

Throwing caution to the wind, he just says it.

“I don’t want to be just best friend’s with you, I want to date you.” He stretches out the word ‘just’ and ‘date’ to make sure you understand what he means.

You do. Oh god, you do. But he didn’t need to know that yet.

Feeling brave, you tease him a little.

“Do you want to date? Are you confident that you’re going to be able to handle me? I’m not that easy.” You lean closer to his face, his eyes fight hard to stay on yours and not your lips that are getting dangerously close to his as you speak, breath fanning over his soft pants. “I’m not the kind of person that gives permission easily, you know.”

His Adam’s apple bobs with the quiet gulp he does. Your serious facade begins to crack when you see his eyes shifting nervously, and you smile widely before whispering against his lips.

“Of course I want to date you, you idiot. Everyone already knew that, but you.”

“Everyone? Who–,” not giving him enough time to talk, you crash your lips against his and his mind goes blank. It takes a second for him to respond, but when he does, his teeth clash against yours, tongue slipping past your lips to dominate the kiss, which you allow more than willing.

It’s not until a loud ‘whoop!’ sounds off from behind you both that you part, both of your attentions getting torn to Jimin who is skipping around a sullen Hobi. The latter reaching into his pocket to fish out a $20 bill, smacking it into Jimin’s awaiting palm as he glares at you both, pouting.

“Aish, you two couldn’t wait until after the party was over? Then I could’ve won the bet!”

Both of you just flip him off, lovingly, of course.

This is his party after all.

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movie night - ethan landry

warnings: fluff, smut (gross), spooky movies?, Quinn lowkey cockblocking, mentions of alcohol.

pronouns: she/her

The group sat in the living room, trying to distract themselves from everything going on. Ethan sat beside y/n with his hand close to him. The girl beside him distracting him from the movie that was playing loudly, taking everyones focus... except ethan’s. he couldn’t help but stare in awe of the girls’ profile, everything about her seemingly perfect to him.

The group had been through many movies that night, the lot trying to stay awake and aware of their surroundings, not sure of what to expect to come. As a new horror movie played, lights out, you subconsciously shuffled closer to ethan’s side, unknowingly needing comfort from the intense scariness of the movies. Yes, you love them, but you have to admit, you’re not very good at handling scary situations. ironic, huh? ethan notices your closeness, and in his awkward ways, he managed to wrap an arm around you, wanting to give you some sort of reassurance. You look at him and give him an innocent smile, which he adored and returned a smile back. You would occasionally jump at a few scary parts, which ethan found cute, but made him feel hot and heavy. eventually, you find yourself on his lap, pulled in close to him to find extra comfort from the scares. The biggest scare of them all finally happened, and you pushed yourself back into Ethan’s chest, making him grunt as he felt your body pressed up against him so innocently intimate. of course, you know what you’re doing. When you first started your ascend towards the boy, all you really wanted was some security, but as you sat atop of him, you could suddenly feel everything. His semi-hard cock pressing onto your thigh, your back, or your ass. You enjoyed it. He hoped with everything he had that you haven’t noticed, and that it wasn’t obvious that he was turned on by your slight movements. Until you starting moving around in his lap, trying to get ‘comfortable’, which makes him grasp onto your hips to control you. Leaning into your ear, he lets out a heated sigh and whispers,

“Stop moving” he gruntles, afraid you would feel what you have done to him. 

you turn your face to him, feigning innocence as you knit your eyebrows together. “what’s wrong, are you uncomfortable? I can move.” You start your move to beside him, but he holds your hips tighter, reaching one hand to your thigh. These small interactions going unnoticed by the small group around them.

“You’re gonna make a fool out of me.” He manages to speak without whining into your ear as you turn to him again, your body ever so slightly grinding down on his hard.

Your eyes are dark as you watch him try to compose himself. His body heating up as his eyes drift to your chest, your breasts looking so full in the small tank top on your body. You quickly look around to the group, seeing Sam and Anika asleep on the floor together with a blanket wrapped around them. Mindy sat on a sofa all by herself, indulged in the movie. While Tara and Chad sat awkwardly together, watching the movie, Tara half asleep. You turn back to the boy who was breathing heavily behind you, smiling at him, and leaning your back against his chest again. Ethan tried to stop himself from thrusting his hips upwards for some sort of relief, but at last he couldn’t contain himself. Pushing his hips up, into your ass making you gasp loudly. Tara abruptly looks up at the sudden noise, Chad looking over her shoulder too. 

“Are you ok?” Tara asked, worried about her friend and the sudden noise she made.

You nod in embarrassment and lean forward with your hands rubbing your face, “I got scared.” You mumble, making Tara laugh at you and turn her attention back to the movie.

Chad of course saw the way his friends were sitting, and the flushed look on Ethan’s face as he watched to girl who sat on him. He shook his head, choosing to ignore you two.

You once again lean into Ethan and rock your hips, heat and wetness building inside. Before you can go any further, Ethan pulls a blanket on top of you two and reaches into your pants once you were hidden. You lean your head back as his other hand reaches to your mouth, muffling the sweet sounds that desperately wanted to come from your mouth. He rubs you through your underwear, making you push further into him which makes him thrust his hips again. Your body feels like it’s on fire, every small touch he makes, you want release from him. He descends his hand from your mouth to your breasts, massaging them with his large, warm hand. You continued to push your ass onto his hard-on, suddenly making Ethan feel like he could bust right there. He attaches his lips to your neck, sending shivers through your body, sucking lightly to please you. You still grind on him, his hand on your breast and clothed pussy. Before it all becomes too much, a knock at the door echoes through the hallway, causing Ethan to pull his hands and lips away from you. Everyone looks towards the door, mentally debating to open it. You look around the group, deciding that someone should at least look. So, you pull the blanket off of you and stand up, heading slowly towards the door. The scary movie playing in the background, adding tension to the situation. Ethan watches your scared figure ascend towards the door. You stand on your toes to look through the hole in the door, suddenly rolling your eyes when you see a familiar person standing on the other side. 

You step back from the door and swing it open, a very drunk Quinn stumbling into the apartment.

“Are you serious?” Chad groan, annoyed, slumping back in the sofa.

“don’t you have a key?” You ask the very intoxicated girl who stands smiling in front of you.

Quinn grabs your arms to keep her up, “Well, of course I do, but I lost it. Otherwise i wouldn’t be knocking, stupid.” You roll your eyes and bring the drunk girl into her bedroom, forcing her to lie on her bed. You look out and shoot Ethan an apologetic look, knowing how you left him, before closing the door to help Quinn. 

PART 2 

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fanfic • agere • regressors Bruce Wayne and J'onn J'onzz, Caregiver Diana Prince • AO3

My baby J'onn fic is finally done! First time in a while I've finished a fic. I hope y'all enjoy!

J’onn needed a break. With his new duties on the watchtower, he was in a constant state of stress. Was he dispatching people to the correct assignments? Were more needed? Should he be recruiting? Every moment not at the console was a second wasted where he could be helping. But after a few days of no sleep, there came an intervention. Bruce and Diana had managed to get him to a private room to talk.

“J’onn, please listen to what we’re saying. You need to go on leave.”

“I won’t hear it, Diana. I go where I am needed.”

“You’ve been running yourself into the ground. If you don’t find a way to cope with your stress you could be put out of commission,” Bruce’s voice was gentle but stern.

J’onn looked at the ground like a scolded child. He rubbed his temples in frustration, he knew Bruce and Diana weren’t going to let up. Of course the two most stubborn members of the league were tasked to bring him to his senses. Unstoppable force, meet immovable object.

“Earth is my home now, I need to protect it. I won’t let what happened to Mars happen again,” J’onn’s voice sounded strained, scared. He hung his head. Diana and Bruce sat on either side of J’onn, both instinctually touching him. Before J’onn could protest, emotion washed over him. Worry, resolve, love. He wasn’t intentionally reading their minds but the contact transferred underlying waves of emotion. He tried to avoid touching others for that reason - it was too much, too intimate, but with his friends… it wasn’t unwelcome. He let out a deep sigh. Feeling how worried his friends were broke his stubborn will. He knew it was time to relent. 

“Alright. I will take a few days off.”

Diana smiled her perfect smile. Bruce looked pleased in his own private way. However - J’onn could sense there was something unsaid. Diana’s hand reached behind his back and laid over Bruce’s, seemingly encouraging him.

“That’s wonderful, J’onn. Thank you. Now, Bruce has something he’d like to share with you.”

Bruce looked away, rubbing his neck. Bashful was not a common look for the dark knight. After a moment, he spoke.

“I… wanted to talk to you about a coping mechanism you might find helpful.”

Bruce looked at Diana for comfort, who squeezed his hand in return. This was difficult for him.

“You are aware of my … regression, yes?”

J’onn was. He had witnessed it one time, briefly. After a particularly tough mission Bruce was critically injured. He pleaded with J’onn to bring Alfred to the watchtower, and the two stayed together all night. The next day, Bruce explained why he needed his guardian’s help.

“Yes, I remember.”

Bruce cleared his throat. “Well, it was originally involuntary, but I have found that voluntarily regressing with people I trust has had a positive effect on my overall health.”

Diana chimed in, “Of course, it’s not for everyone, but we thought that the concept may be useful to you,” she took J’onn’s hand, “You take care of everyone in the league, it might be nice to have someone take care of you for a change.”

J'onn took a moment to think it over. He did quite enjoy spending time with his friends, and he didn't get the opportunity often. Maybe participating in this earthly activity would help him understand them more. 

"I… will try."

Diana smiled even wider, before wrapping Bruce and J'onn in a hug. 

"I promise, you're in excellent hands!"

•

The next day, J’onn, Diana, and Bruce planned to meet up at the watchtower. The watchtower had become J’onn’s home, and he was most comfortable starting their day there. He walked out of his quarters with a knot in his stomach. J’onn could take down powerful mutants without issue, but social settings were always difficult for him. He was anxious for what was to come, as he didn’t know what to expect. However, as the beam of light rose from the transporter, he felt his worries melt away. Diana and Bruce were in civilian clothing, Diana toting a large duffle bag. Bruce looked cautiously around, fiddling with a loose string on his jacket. J’onn greeted them with open arms.

“My friends, thank you for doing this.”

Diana wrapped him in a hug.

“Of course J’onn, anything you need.”

Diana looked back to Bruce, catching on to his nerves. She reached out and held his hand.

“We should get going,” she said.

The trio went to J’onn’s quarters, secluded from the noise and eyes of the other leaguers. Diana loved being in J’onn’s room, it felt so lived in. Given J’onn lives in the watchtower, his room had been renovated to be more like a studio apartment. An extra large bed in the corner (to accommodate his unmasked form), a kitchenette full of his favorite foods, a seating area, and of course, his cat Double Stuff. He greeted them at the door, purring and rubbing against their legs. Diana adored how J’onn’s eyes lit up as he picked up the huge orange cat.

“Sweet boy, you’ve noticed our guests,”

Bruce gave him a tentative pet, and his purring grew even louder.

“He loves you already,” J’onn smiled.

The three of them took a seat on the large, plush couch in front of the TV.

“I can tell you’re both nervous,” Diana said, “but of course, there’s no need to be. I’m here to take care of you, not to judge. You’re welcome to express yourselves in any way that feels healing to you.”

Her warm voice put both heroes at ease. J’onn looked over to Bruce, who still looked a little uncomfortable. He tugged at the collar of his coat, which was still buttoned. Why didn’t he take it off? Oh. J’onn put the pieces together.

“Bruce, do you need help with your coat?” he asked.

Bruce nodded shyly while J’onn scooched over to help him unbutton.

“I did some research into human developmental stages. I remembered that children of a certain age may not have developed fine motor skills.”

Diana nodded, impressed. “Very good, J’onn.”

J’onn felt warmth bloom in his chest. Very good. His hard work to fit in with human society often went unrecognized - it felt so good to be praised about it. Bruce sighed in relief as J’onn removed his coat.

“So,” Diana began with an excited lilt, “I brought a few of Bruce’s favorite activities. I’ve looked after him a few times before.”

Diana unzipped the duffel bag to unveil a treasure trove of colorful supplies - picture books, crayons, blankets, various toys. J’onn was unfamiliar with most of them. He had never spent an extended period of time with such a young child.

“Is it okay if I move your table J’onn? It’s nice to have an open space for this.”

At J’onn’s nod, Diana picked the table up with ease and set it to the side. Next, she rifled through the duffle bag, taking out a large blanket. After spreading it out in the empty space she scattered a few of the toys - a little toy telephone, a small plastic creature, some things with wheels - J’onn marveled at the unfamiliar objects. Bruce was more than enthused about them, though he tried to conceal his giddy smile. He slightly rocked in place, looking at Diana with bright eyes. 

“Go ahead, my love.”

He hopped off the couch and sat on the blanket, immediately going for the little plastic beasts. J’onn cocked his head to the side. Bruce looked up at him.

“J’onn?” He said, in a small voice.

“I am just confused. What is… that?”

Bruce’s face lit up.

“Brachiosaurus!” He smiled.

“A brachiosaurus? Is that an animal? I have never seen one.”

“Dinosaur!” Bruce giggled, holding up the toy.

Diana chimed in. “They are an extinct species, J’onn. They lived on earth thousands of years ago.”

A tinge of sadness tugged at J’onn’s heart. Extinct… The faces of his family and friends flitted across his mind. He stared off into the vast space outside his window. 

“J’onn… are you okay?”

J’onn snapped back to reality, and confronted the concerned faces of his friends. Diana put a hand on his, transmitting love, warmth, worry, understanding. She knew exactly what was wrong after what she said. J’onn took a deep breath and steadied himself. He held Diana’s hand, gently conjuring feelings of calm and comfort in her mind. Bruce was not in this loop - he toddled on his knees to J’onn, eyes brimming with tears.

“It is alright, Bruce, it is okay,” J’onn said, holding Bruce.

“I want to know more about these creatures. What do you know about them?”

A small smile returned to Bruce’s face, and he cozied himself into J’onn’s lap.

“This is a Broch-i-o-saurus. They lived in the Jurassic period, ‘n they were herbivores… they lived in North America, that’s where my house is…”

J’onn nodded along, charmed by Bruce’s soft, gentle voice. He stumbled over his words every so often, his brain going too fast for his mouth to keep up with. All the while, Bruce was moving the Brachiosaurus as if it was traveling down J’onn’s arm. He leaned over and grabbed a second dinosaur, this one standing on two legs with small arms.

“Tyran-o-saurus Rex! Rah!” 

Bruce held it up to J’onn as if the animal was biting him. J’onn let out an ‘aah!’ and fell to the ground. Bruce continued his dino torment, both creatures attacking J’onn. Diana laughed from the sidelines. 

“I’ll save you J’onn,” she smiled, and picked Bruce up by the waist.

Bruce giggled and kicked his legs as the amazon hoisted him into the air, then she gently placed him back on the blanket. J’onn scooched closer to Bruce, picking up and examining the last dinosaur. It had a long head, just like his natural form! 

“What is this one Bruce?”

Bruce perked up and looked up at J’onn,

“Parasaurolophus!”

J’onn giggled, “He looks like me!”

Bruce cocked his head. J’onn looked at Diana,

“Do you think my natural form might… frighten him?”

“Of course not, J’onn. He knows you would never harm him,”

After a moment of thought, J’onn let all his muscles relax. He felt his form start to shift, elongate, transform. When he opened his eyes, he had grown by a foot, his arms and legs stretched out. I hope you’re right, Diana, J’onn thought, expecting Bruce to be scared. Instead, he smiled and clapped his hands.

“Big!”

J’onn returned his smile, holding the parasaurolophus next to his head.

“Just like twins,” Diana laughed.

“J’onn, you know you can stay in your natural form. We want you to be comfortable.”

Bruce clapped in agreement.

“Thank you,” J’onn said.

J’onn and Bruce proceeded to play with their dinosaurs, sorting them, stacking them, crashing them together. J’onn felt his self consciousness melt away as he played. As the time flew by, Bruce showed J’onn how each toy worked. Before they knew it it had been hours.

“Would you like a snack, little ones?”

“Snack…” Bruce cooed.

J’onn tried to gather himself to speak, but he found it difficult. His thoughts were soft and scattered.

“Choco?” He compromised with one word. 

“Of course,” Diana said, petting his head.

Diana returned with cookies for J’onn and applesauce for Bruce, along with a cup and a bottle. She pulled Bruce onto her lap, resting his head on her chest. She secured a piece of fabric around his neck. J’onn wanted to ask what it was, but he found himself unable to speak. He whined. Then, a thought came to him. He touched Diana’s hand, transmitting an image of the fabric to her mind. She was thrown off for a moment, but quickly adapted.

“It’s called a bib, it keeps Bruce from getting messy.”

J’onn nodded with a smile, content. 

“Baba…” Bruce was pawing at the bottle.

“Thirsty, hm?” Diana popped the bottle into his mouth, and Bruce happily drank the milk. J’onn tipped the cup to his mouth, but spilled a little bit down his chin. Diana was quick to wipe his face.

“Maybe I should get you a bib,” Diana smiled.

J’onn thought about it and gave an affirmative nod. Diana placed Bruce in J’onn’s lap for a moment while she fetched a second bib. Soon, she returned and secured it around J’onn’s neck - then she picked up the cup and secured a lid to it.

“Sippy cup,” Diana tapped the cup.

“...sippy,” J’onn repeated.

“Good job!”

J’onn felt that telltale warmth in his chest. He bonked Diana with his head, transmitting happiness, love, appreciation. After a minute of thought, he transmitted a small explanation to both Bruce and Diana. A memory of him on his homeworld, touching his forehead to his loved ones. It was a common form of affection on mars. Bruce bobbed up and down excitedly and fell toward J’onn, bopping him with his forehead.

“Good… job!” J’onn parroted, with great effort.

Soon, all of the snacks were eaten. “All gone!” Diana said, holding up the plates.

“All..gone!” J’onn repeated.

Bruce was softly snoring in Diana’s lap.

“I think it’s about time for a nap,”

J’onn made a confused squeak.

“Na-ap?” He drew out the word.

“It’s a short sleep humans take sometimes. Would you like to join? You don’t really have to sleep, sometimes it’s just nice to be still.”

J’onn nodded, not fully parsing the instructions but willing to participate. He followed his friend’s lead, floating over to the bed and lying down in it. J’onn wasn’t really used to the bed yet, he usually floated while sleeping on Mars. As he lay nestled between Diana and Bruce, he decided - he liked the bed best with his friends in it.

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have been watching bridgerton and CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT ROMANTIC TENSION WITH OMINIS

also listened to this playlist while writing heh

Get this: You’re a pureblood Gryffindor promised to another boy in your year before you were even born. Two pureblood families coming together. After your father squandered most of your family’s money, this arrangement could not be more dire. This is your duty, to your parents, to your family name, but especially to your younger siblings who’d be set for life with this union. You were content, just fine with signing your life away to be wed to man you did not love if it meant your siblings would live happily, wishing for nothing.

Then one day by chance you become acquainted with Ominis Gaunt, quiet yet carried this powerful aura around him. It was chance that you even spoke, nothing more than a few moments quickly forgotten. However once, became twice, then thrice. The man was blind yet it seemed every time you looked up you caught his gaze. It was bewitching. Leaving classrooms, you’d brush past each other, in the library you’d “accidentally” grab the same books. You chatted about your similar tastes in novels at first. Then he'd talk about the adventures he'd go on with Sebastian and the new fifth year, you'd urge him to tell you more, how you wished you could go on escapades. The excitement in your tone kept the usually quiet man talking. He knew the feeling of being trapped by customs, to hear the elation in your voice when you asked him to tell you another story, he'd speak his mouth dry to keep you so happy. You worked hard to stifle your infatuation with him lest your future husband find out. It felt dirty to go behind his back, but the exhilarating feeling from being with the boy who made your heart race far outweighed that shame.

Fast forward to the Yule Ball, your date is off somewhere with his friends, trusting you to be a good girlfriend and stay at your table, obedient and pliable just like how everyone thought your were. Fiddling with your dress, a hand appears infront of you. You look up to see Ominis, hand open for you to take. “May I have this dance?” There’s whispering from people at and around your table. Doesn’t he know? You’re spoken for already. Of course he must, everyone knew. You know you’re supposed to say no, this wasn't one of your meetings tucked away in the corner of the library. But before your mouth can conjure up a polite decline, your heart speaks for you. Your hand clasps his open one and a smile graces his handsome features.

You let him guide you to an empty space on the ballroom floor. You’d thought his blindness might have it be hard for him to dance but he settles his hand on your hip confidently. One step forward, one step back, a comfortable rhythm. You stare at your feet making sure you’re doing it right. You finally look up, Ominis’s milky eyes staring at you. He senses you finally meeting his gaze and his smile grows wider. “Are you ready?” Before you can even say anything his grip on your hip tightens and off you go. Taking the lead, he twirls you around, your laughter making him giddy. Dips and turns, you’re smiling and laughing together, like you were the only two in the room. This is what you wanted, fun, excitement, a proper dance with him.

The music shifts to something slower, intimate. Suddenly you’re aware of where you are and the prying eyes. You’re tempted to let go but Ominis leans down to your ear “Will you let me be selfish this one time?” he asks softly. Your heart races, you don’t want this to end. You want to be selfish too, you want to have this moment in time all to yourself, a moment to be happy with the man who has your heart. “Yes”. His hand on your hip finds itself on your lower back, hot against the open skin. You’re closer than ever, sharing breaths as you resume your dance, slower, sensually, enjoying the short time you have together. It felt so good to be so near, a drug you could never have again. You heart aches knowing that reality would find you both soon but for now, you’d cherish every last second. As if Ominis could read your mind, a small breath leaves his lips, almost as if he’s afraid to let the words escape his mouth. “Find me tonight, in the Defence of Dark Arts Tower, I’ll be waiting for you there”. It felt like you were crossing a line, all your previous meetings had been in the day, in public, if anyone questioned you two you could easily say you were two friends having a chat. This was different, in the dark of night, your fleeting touches could last forever, and all the words you've ever wanted to say could finally leave your thoughts. Ominis would not have to resist leaning in to kiss the lips he wished he could taste so much, he could freely tell you all he's wanted to say since the start of your charade.

Quick and loud footsteps halted your answer. “Y/N, we’re leaving, now” The angry tone of your boyfriend broke you away from Ominis’s gaze. You quickly pulled away, not wanting to make a scene. Anything to make sure word of this doesn’t get to your parents. Before you could walk away, a firm grasp held onto your hand. You turned once more to look at Ominis. While his face was relaxed his eyes betrayed him. Desperate as if to say “I see you, I feel you, your heart beats the same as mine. I can't let you go” You nod, a silent agreement that you’ll leave your dorm tonight and meet him. Slowly he lets your hand leave his, the lingering warm touch evident to you both. A soft reminder that this was far from over.

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Long Way Down PART Three

LONG WAY DOWN PART 3

Welp, the Styles family isn’t doing great without Y/N, and Auntie Gemma has a few opinions. We’ve got more fluff and dad!rry here. Once we get to Part Four we are back to some angst and more feels.

Stick with it guys. And thanks to everyone who has given such positive feedback. It makes my day to hear from you.

Word Count 6.7K

Warnings-  a few curse words. If I missed a warning let me know.

“All right, thanks.” Harry taps the screen on his phone to end the call. “He slings it on the coffee table. Shaking his head, he lies back on the sofa. “Not at her mother’s, sisters’, or Julia’s.”

“We have spoken to everyone in her most intimate circle of friends and family, so do you have anyone else in mind?” Gemma asks.

His ring-clad fingers run through his messy hair as he throws his head back, face toward the ceiling with his eyes closed. “She had everything she wanted, Gem. All of it: houses, cars, love, money, and babies, she had everything she could possibly desire.“

"It’s not everything, you know. I am sure you are aware of that. I think you can let go of that story now.”

“What do you mean by that, Gemma?”

“There’s a shocker. It appears you didn’t listen to what she was saying to you.”

Taking a deep breath, he lifts his head and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “In fact, I was listening to what she said. I told you almost word-for-word everything she said.”

“Harry, she told you she needed you. She wants you, her husband.” She points to the hallway. “They need you.”

I’m on a break, not going on tour anytime soon.“

“What’s a while, Harry? A week, a month, a day? She never knows.”

“A while. I dunno.” He shrugs. “After Manchester, contracts are over.”

“Oh, get off it. That means nothing. Numerous contracts have ended, but the outcome is always the same. A signed contract, a new album, a new tour. Or three, then of course throw in a movie or two for good measure. Lather. Rinse. Repeat.”

“It’s m’ job Gem. Just because my job doesn’t look like everyone else’s doesn’t mean it’s not a job. Gotta feed m’ family, gotta pay for all this.” He raises his hands and makes a sweeping motion around the room.

She shakes her head. “It’s a job, but is it also a way for you to have your cake and eat it too?“

“What?” he scoffs.

“You have the beautiful wife, incredible children, and the comfort of knowing that someone is there for you 24/7. There’s also the glitz, fame, millions of people adoring you, and tons of money too. Pretty nice setup if you ask me.”

"Well, I didn’t and you’re full of shit, that’s what you are.” He points at her as he stands, then places his hands on his hips as he stares at the ground.

“Oh, you wish I was full shit.”

“Are you saying I was wrong? Should I have never married the woman I love and never had a family?”

“No, I’m saying you should think about what she wants and needs. Loads of people have jobs in the music industry that don’t take them constantly away from their families. She needs you to be present. She wants to know her husband isn’t writing a song in his head or doesn’t need to go meet with Jeff or whatever it is you do.“ She waves her hand.

"Whatever it is I do?”

“Yes, whatever it is, you do. You realize they need to eat soon.” She nods toward the kids’ rooms.

“Okay, well, let’s get that sorted.” He picks up his phone.

“Is Y/N still breastfeeding?”

“Weaning, but we have milk too.”

Gemma picks up the mugs, napkins, and the plate with one last biscuit and walks to the kitchen. Harry thumbs at the screen of his phone.

When she returns, she says, “The kitchen’s still a mess, isn’t it?”

“I cleaned it.” Harry stares at his phone.

“That’s not clean, Harry.”

“”Tis.”

“No, that’s half-assed,” she says.

Harry doesn’t look up.

“What did you order?”

He shakes his head as he focuses on the phone and scrolls.

“I don’t know what to order.”

“Just choose something. It’s not life-altering.”

Harry stands and leaves the room, heading to Y/N’s office.

When he returns, he carries a thick, heavy binder. "So bloody much.” He drops it on the coffee table and sits.

“Jesus, Harry, gonna break the flippin’ glass off the table. What is that?”

The deep red binder is a 4-inch, 3-ring binder. It’s open, laid flat on the table. It has three color-coded sections: purple, yellow, and blue. “This binder- is filled with everything we could possibly need to know about m’ kids.”

Gemma shakes her head. "No, things you need to know about your kids. Your kids Harry, things you need to know, do you hear yourself?”

His eyes are fixed on the binder as he flips through it, but he doesn’t respond. “Gemma. Each child has their own color. She has their likes and dislikes, allergies, movies they hate, songs they like, ways to calm ‘em down, and discipline that works. She also knows when to take it easy on them and when to be stern. She’s even got their favorite clothes.”

“Well, numb nuts, learning anything?”

He rolls his eyes and nods. “Yeah, but it’s so much.” He closes the book and picks up the phone. He punches around on the screen, scrolling once again.

Gemma reaches across the table, picks up the binder, and places it on her lap. She turns the pages, stopping on certain ones to skim the page.

After a few minutes, Harry puts his phone on the table. “Got it. 20 minutes it’ll be here.” He lays his head back against the sofa.

“Did you decide to order by looking at this?”

He chuckles. “No, I actually know what they like from The Dragon.” He sits up and gets his phone. “Gotta call Winifred, make sure she’s coming tomorrow.”

“It’s Sunday.”

“Yeah, she started comin’ on Sundays to get us setup for the week, and she has some sorta smthn she likes to do on Mondays.” He picks up the phone and dials the number. Soon there is someone else on the other end. “Yes, Winifred. It’s Mr. Styl-. Yes, I know it must be a surprise to hear from me. Look, I was calling to make sure you will be here tomorrow. I’m sorry, say again. Yeah, train stations can be quite loud. Oh, she did? No, I think there must’ve been a misunderstanding. Y/N is not available at the moment, so that must be a mistake. Really? Well, it would be really lovely if you could come in. Oh, of course, yes. I’m sorry to bother you, and please enjoy your time. We’ll see you when you get back. Take care.” Harry hits the red button on the phone’s screen.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

Gemma glances up from a binder. She almost laughs at his overreaction to everything. “What now?”

“The housekeeper, Winifred? She’s at the train station, so she won’t be here this week. Y/N called and told her she could have a paid week off so she could visit her family.“

Now Gemma really wants to laugh. Well done, Y/N.

“What now, Gem?”

"I don’t know, Harry.” She turns a page in the binder, not even caring what she reads, just doesn’t want to look at Harry.

“Listen, there’s plenty of space. Maybe you could stay and-“

She shakes her head, “No, absolutely not.”

“C’mon, Gemma, I need ya.’”

“No, I can’t. I have work. Tomorrow is a super busy day. I’ve got to set my own self up for the week. And what you need to do is listen to your wife.”

“I’m callin’ her again. I mean callin’ her, not textin’ this time.”

Gemma notices that whenever he feels excited about something, good or bad, his hometown accent pops up, especially in private.

He dials Y/N. In seconds he hangs up the phone. “Voicemail.”

“Must’ve turned it off,” Gemma replies.

“Or maybe the battery died.”

"Maybe. Okay, so you don’t have Y/N. That’s a given. Winifred won’t be here, and I’m not staying, so what���s your plan?”

“She’ll be back tomorrow. Won’t be able to stay away from the kids longer than that.“ He stares at the floor. “Where could she be?”

The two are quiet for a long time.

Gemma breaks the silence. "Did you know that Lola will only eat peas if you mix them in applesauce? Strange combo, but she is your child, so strange comes naturally, I suppose.”

“What?”

“Lola, her pea, applesauce combo?”

“Yeah. That started sometime when I was on tour.”

A cry from the nursery pierces the air. Harry stands and jogs down the hall. She follows closely behind him. He pushes Archer’s door open. It appears the three kids were playing on the floor until a moment ago.

Harry picks up a crying Lola. “What’s this all about, huh? Wha’s m’ girl cryin’ for?” He kisses her head and pulls her close. Tears, drool, and snot drip down her face like a little waterfall. “What happen’?” Harry asks the other two.

“Nothing, Daddy,” Archer says.

“Well, somethin’ obv’sly happen,’ or she wouldn’t be cryin’ like this, would she?”

“She’s a baby,” Poppy answers as she rolls a toy truck along the rug.

Gemma stands at the door.

“We were just playing Dad, just rolling the ball like we were when you and Auntie Gemma left,” Archer says.

Harry walks to the changing table and grabs a burp cloth to wipe Lola’s face. “Told you to be gentle with her. She’s just now sittin’ and playin’ without fallin’ ver all the time. Gotta be careful. Can’t have been five minutes since we left ya’ in here.”

“We were nice, Daddy. She didn’t even fall over,” Archer points out.

“Oh my goodness, my sweet girl, you’re burnin’ up.” Harry cuddles her even tighter.

Gemma extends her arms toward the baby as she approaches. “Let me see Harry, so over the top all the time. She’s probably just a bit warm.” She takes the baby in her arms and places her hand on her face. "Jesus, Harry, she is like a stove.”

“See, I told you she was hot. Oh, you’re so dramatic, Harry, quit bein’ over the top, Harry,” he mocks. The gate buzzes. “Must be the food- that was fast.”

“Not really; we’ve been in the living room for a while, just not talking.”

“Shove it with semantics, Gemma.” Harry walks past Gemma, down the hall, and out the front door.

“Soups on people. Whoever wants to eat,” he calls from the living room.

The kids run to the front of the house, where they find Harry carrying two large white paper shopping bags. Lola is in Gemma’s arms, still sniffling and whimpering . The scent of warm spices wafts through the room. “Smells delicious,” Gemma says.

“What is it, Daddy?” Poppy asks.

“The Dragon.”

It’s not called The Dragon, but that’s what the kids call the Asian restaurant the family frequents.

Lola continues to cry. “I’ll take her temperature. I’ll be back.” Gemma says, then turns and leaves the room.

“Okay, follow me to the kitchen. We aren’t gonna mess up Mummy’s pretty dining room table tonight.”

“She’s not here,” Poppy replies.

"Still, we aren’t going to mess up her table.”

Archer, Poppy, and Harry walk to the breakfast nook. He places the bags on the table, opens them, and begins revealing the night’s offerings. The kitchen light is on, but not over the table. He reaches up and pulls the string to the light as the kids sit, eager to eat. He puts two white cardboard containers on the table. Archer reaches over.

“S’cuse me, wait, please.“ Harry rolls his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Sorry.”

Two more containers are removed, followed by two more. The second bag contains three more containers, cutlery, napkins, and plates. The children sit quietly, fidgeting, waiting to dig in. He walks behind them and pulls the frilly blue curtains closed. "We aren’t usually here at night, are we? Didn’t close ‘em this afternoon. Need to keep these closed.”

“Why?” Poppy asks.

"So the psychos can’t see us.”

“What’s psycho?”

“Archer, tha’s not a polite word,” Harry says.

“You say it. Cause Dad’s famous.”

“Famous?”

“Lots of people know him because of his singing,” Archer says.

Walking back to the other side of the table, Harry sighs. He opens two containers. “We have yours here, Poppy. Chicken fried rice, one piece of chicken, and one egg roll.” He opens the container, puts some on a plate, and hands her a fork and spoon. “Archer, shrimp, and no rice, with tons of veggies and one egg roll. You like the things I like. Good boy.” He serves him a plate.

Gemma returns and rests against the counter. “Not as high as I thought, probably just got too warm, but she does have a bit of a fever. What do you usually give her?”

"It’s in our bathroom, the medicine cabinet, the one by the sink on the right side.”

Gemma motions with her hand. "C'mon, you can do it. What’s it called, Harry?”

“Where is she?”

“In her crib.”

“Is she still cryin’? Wha’d ya leave her for?”

Gemma rolls her eyes. “I’m on my way back. Tell me about the medicine.”

“It’s red liquid. Never mind, I’ll get it.” Harry exits the kitchen and heads toward the children’s rooms.

Gemma walks over to the table. “Wow, this looks delicious and smells wonderful.” She sits with the kids for a moment before serving herself.

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“Okay, she’s down. It took her a while, but she fell asleep,“ Harry says as he returns to the kitchen.

Gemma throws away the dirty plates, cups, and containers. "She alright?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s reply is curt.

“It was so yummy, Daddy,” Poppy says.

“Good, baby. I’m glad you liked it.”

“Is it time for ice cream?” Archer asks.

Harry sits. “Let me finish my food, mate.”

“Yeah, mate,” Poppy says as she stands in her seat.

“Poppy, when did all this standin’ on furniture start? Bottom. Seat. Now” He points to the bench beneath her.

Poppy sits.

“So, let me see, which one did I order? Ah, here it is.” Harry picks up the container and opens it to find room-temperature food. He gives a slight pout and then shrugs. “Eaten worse.” He serves himself. Before he sat, he was famished, but after four bites, he’s lost his desire for the meal.

Gemma wipes the countertops and going back over Harry’s previous kitchen cleanup. He covers the container of food and pushes it to the side. “Maybe I’ll want this later.” He stands, walks to the trash, and drops his plate in.

“Can we have ice cream now?” Archer asks.

“What?”

“You said we could have ice cream after dinner.”

“Oh yeah.” He walks to the fridge and opens the freezer door. “Gemma, you don’t have to clean that.“

“Don’t mind,” she answers.

He studies the freezer. "No ice cream; looks like we’re out.”

“But you promised.”

“I know, dude, but I didn’t know we didn’t have any.”

“Ice cream, Daddy,” Poppy calls out.

“Said we’re out, din’, I?”

“Can we go get some?” Archer asks.

Harry stares into the freezer, willing the ice cream to appear. “What? No, we’re not venturing out for ice cream.”

“But you promised.”

Harry walks over to Archer, leans over, and places his hand on the table. “Said we were out, that we’re not gonna go for any. Archer, you know you have really tried my patience today. Shudn’t give you any just based on your behavior, so when I say we’re out, that’s it. Full stop.“

Archer starts to cry.

“Now, we’re not cryin’. Normally, I understand, but today you’ve not been at your best, so I’ll see what we’ve got for a treat, but we’re not havin’ ice cream, and the cryin’ can stop.”

Harry walks to the pantry. Archer stops but still sniffles as he wipes his face on his shirt.

“Do you think Sarah would know? Where she is, I mean.” Gemma asks.

“Don’t think so.” Harry takes a bag of biscuits off the shelf and gives it to the children. "Two. You can each have two.” He puts two fingers in the air, opens the package, then sets it down before he turns to Gemma. He leans against the table, arms folded across his chest, legs crossed at the ankle. The children dig into the bag of biscuits.

“I don’t think she would know and I wouldn’t really wanna call ‘er, just yet because then she’ll tell Mitch, that blabber mouth will tell someone else.”

“He’s your closest mate, Harry.”

“But can’t keep a secret for shit.” Harry laughs. “Then Jeff is calling soon and he wants to know about my life story.”

"Well, then, my baby brother, what’s your plan?”

He straightens his posture, walks to Gemma, and then leans on the counter next to the sink. “Don’t have one, Gem. I don’t. I didn’t ever picture her leavin’ me, especially not knowin’ where she is.” He keeps his voice low, then drops to a whisper. “It’s scaring me,Sis.”

“I am so sorry this happened, Harry. I really am. I wish I knew what to say.” She finishes washing her hands and then dries them on a kitchen towel.

"If you can’t stay, and I understand you have work, then I’ve got to call Mum. She could leave in the morning and be here sometime in the afternoon.”

“Can’t. She’s on some kind of retreat. Tried to call her on my way over.”

"Dammit, Gemma, I told you I wasn’t callin’ her yet.”

"Calm your britches, hot pants. I was calling her about something else.”

Harry shrugs. “Okay, well then, it looks like ’m on m’ own tomorrow.”

She nods toward the children. "Want me to stay for their baths and help put them to bed?”

“Nah, yeh alright, I’ll do it.” He opens his arms and reaches over for a hug.

She embraces her brother.

“She’s coming back, right, Gem?”

“You’re gonna be fine, Harry. All of you.“

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Lola’s cries jolt Harry awake at 3 AM. After being fussy all night, she’s only been down for four hours. Getting up with her at night is nothing new to him. When he’s home, he’s always the first one up with the kids at night. Nevertheless, a good night’s sleep would be welcome. Getting up, he walks towards Lola’s room.

The nightlight guides him to her bed once he’s in her room. As he picks her up, he bends over and kisses her. Holding her close, he rubs her back. "Shhh. What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

She cries and chews on her hand. “Dada.”

‘”Yeah, Dada’s got you. Let’s go change your diaper, shall we? Maybe that’s what you need.“ He walks to her changing table, lies her down, and cleans her up while she cries. Singing Adore You, he smiles at her. “Walk through fire for you. Just let me adore you,” He stops singing. “And darling, Daddy would walk through fire for you. He would do anything for you. I hope you always know that for the rest of your life.” When he is finished changing her, he picks her up and places her head on his shoulder.

For a moment, her cries soften, but soon they rip through the room again. “Let’s get your lovie, okay?” He walks to her crib to get her stuffed turtle, but he doesn’t see it. His hand reaches out and grabs a stuffed frog from her dresser for her to cuddle. She throws it on the ground as he sits in the chair. After picking it up, he gives it to her and begins rocking her. Still crying, she throws it again. Oh baby, why don’t we take your temperature? You don’t seem to be too hot, but let’s check.” He reaches over to the changing table and pulls out the thermometer. “Sit still for a minute, my angel. Daddy will be super quick.” He takes her temperature. It reads 100.6, which isn’t ideal but isn’t alarming. We’ll get you some medicine to help bring down your fever, okay?“

He stands and carries the baby back to his and Y/N’s bedroom. Once there, they walk to the bathroom, get the medicine, and in no surprise twist, she spits half of it out. Harry does not want to give her anything else to make up for what she has spit out. "Oh, that’s not very helpful, is it? You need all your medicine.” As the baby continues to cry, he walks the floor with her, jostling her just a bit. “Where’s your cute frog, huh? Where has he gone?” He carries the baby only to find the frog on the hallway floor. Her tiny chest releases a rough, rattled cough.

He picks up the stuffed frog and hands it to her. She throws it down. Harry gives up and leaves it there. Once back in the bedroom, he sits on the bed and turns on the TV. He’s not watching it, but it’s just something to drown out the silence filled only with Lola’s cries and the most recent addition of a cough. It doesn’t appear she’s about to quiet down anytime soon. Almost an hour after she woke up, Lola finally falls asleep on his chest. In the absence of her cries, Harry has drifted off as well. He wakes up to see the baby is finally calm. He lays the baby in the spot where his wife usually sleeps, covers half of her with a sheet, turns off the television, and falls asleep.

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A knock at the door startles him awake. He glances at the clock. It is 7:33. “Yes.” he croaks.

“Daddy.”.

“Yes.”

“Can I come in?”

“Yes, sweetheart.”

She walks over to the bed. “Why’s Lola in here?”

“She was feeling sick last night, so Daddy brought her in here.��

She pouts and looks at the floor. “Not fair.”

“What?”

She points to the baby. “She gets to be in here.”

“Well, I’m sorry, love, but don’t I always bring you in here when you’re sick?”

She looks at the ground. “Or stay in my room.”

“That’s right, but we’re always together if you’re sick, aren’t we?”

“Uh-huh.” She nods, then struggles to climb up on the bed with Harry and Lola, grabbing at the fluffy, white duvet..

"Here, Popscicle, let Daddy help, but walk over to my side- don’t want you falling on top of the baby.”

Poppy walks over to Harry, and he picks her up. She crawls over and plops down hard on his abdomen.

“UH, God, don’t kill me, kid. Don’t mind you comin’ up here but don’t need you playin’ so rough.”

“Sorry, Papa.”

He closes his eyes, but Poppy leans over, pushing his cheeks together. “You have a beard. It sticks.”

“Not quite a full beard but kind of, yeah.“ He rubs his nose while his eyes remain closed, then rests his hand above his head on the pillow. .

“Why?”

“It’s my time off, so I haven’t wanted to shave.”

“I don’t like it.”

“Sorry, I’ll consult you next time.”

“What?” She pulls the claw clip out of his hair, then tugs on his ear.

"Okay, Pop, let’s be calm.” He pats her on the hip. “We don’t need so much activity th’s early, do we?”

She grabs his large, bare hands. "Where are your rings?”

“Don’t need ‘em to sleep.”

Lola begins to whimper, but Harry places his hand on her. “Shh, Daddy’s here.” Her cries grow a little stronger just as there is a knock at the door, even though the door is open.

“Come in, Archer.”

“How’d ya’ know it was me?” He walks over to the bed.

“Didn’t figure a robber was knockin’ on the door, did I?

Archer climbs onto the foot of the bed and walks over to Harry and Poppy. "Archer, crawl or scoot, please before you-”

And before Harry can finish, the boy loses his balance and falls on Lola’s leg. She screams shrill and loud. The boy scurries away from her.

Now Harry’s eyes are open. “What is wrong with you?“ Told ya a million times to be careful ‘round the baby.” Harry sits up, then lifts Lola into his arms, soothing her with soft words and a back rub. "Why are you lot like a very adorable but ruthless gang?”

“What?” Archer asks.

“Said you’re adorable but complete chaos, don’t mind the rules, and act mean to people, like a gang, aren’t ya?”

“Did Mummy call?” Archer asks. “Did she?”

Harry hadn’t planned ahead for the question, partially because he hoped Y/N would come home or, at a minimum, actually call. "She’s fine. She is resting, just like I told you.”

“Will she call later?” Poppy asks.

“Not sure.” The baby continues to cry, though she’s much quieter now. “Alright, I’ll get Lola changed and freshened up since we’re all awake. You two go brush your teeth and wash your faces.”

Archer jumps off the bed but remains on his feet for only a second before landing on his knees. With the crying baby balanced in his arms, Harry crawls to where Archer is. “Alright?”

Breathless and startled, Archer answers, “Yeah.” He rubs his foot.

“Gonna hurt y’rself told ya ‘bout jumpin’ off the furniture. Thought we understood this.”

“Saw you jump over some stairs on stage. You didn’t get hurt,” he replies.

Harry scoots to the edge of the bed and stands. “Yeah, well, Daddy does lots of things he shouldn’t but ’m a grown-up.”

“Still dumb.” Archer stands.

“With that word again, Archer, if you say dumb one more time, ’m gonna g’v ya a timeout. Told ya ‘bout that yesterday.”

Poppy is jumping on the bed. “Hey, just watched ya’ brother fall, and now ya jumpin’ like a silly monkey. And stop jumpin’ and standin’ on furniture, will ya?”

“Don’t be mad, Daddy. It’s fun.” Her half-flattened curls swirl around her, as she flies up into the air.

She stops when she lands.

“Lots of things are fun, but that doesn’t mean we gotta do everything that’s fun. Poppy, come here. I’ll help you down. Now, go do what I said and brush your teeth and wash your faces..”

Poppy stumbles across the bed to Harry, who lifts her in his arms and puts her on the floor. Lola continues to fuss and cough, the rattle still in her chest. With a gentle pat, he hits Poppy’s bum. “Off ya’ go.”

Poppy rushes out of the room with Harry close behind. Archer limps alongside Harry. The children go into their bathroom, and Harry enters the nursery.

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“But today is donut day,” Archer says. “And my foot hurts.”

“Well, it might be donut day usually, but not today. I’ll make ya breakfast here. And as for ya foot, whose fault is that?” Harry takes eggs from the fridge.

Archer pouts and leans back on the bench in the breakfast nook. “Not fair.”

“Yeah, lotsa things not fair, my man.” While holding Lola, he grabs the milk and juice and then places them on the counter.

“But you promised us ice cream yesterday, no ice cream, now donut day, no donuts.” He crosses his arms and kicks the table. “Ow.” Archer cries out. “My foot.”

“What’s with the foot, Arch?”

“Hurt it.”

Harry shakes his head. “Well don’t kick the furniture.”

“Not that, from falling, Dad.”

Harry raises an eyebrow. “And if ya hadn’t been jumpin’ wouldn’t happen.”

“Fine, let my leg fall off.”

“Alright mate, here’s the deal, your leg isn’t going to fall off.  Your baby sister is sick. You can’t just start runnin’ about for donuts when someone’s sick- not good for them, and not right to spread germs to other people. We’re stayin’ here.” Harry walks to the pantry to get the bread and returns to the kitchen island. “Where’s Poppy?”

“Dunno.” Archer shrugs.

“Can you go find her, please? Can you do that for me?” Harry walks over and places Lola in her highchair.

Archer sniffles. “My foot hurts.”

Harry walks over to Archer and pats his thigh to signal the little boy to raise his foot. "Le’ me see.”

Archer raises his leg and rests his foot on Harry’s knee. Harry examines his foot. “Yeah, a bit swollen and a little red. Le’ me get you some ice.” He rests Archer’s foot on the bench.

Harry walks to the fridge, gets an ice pack, returns to Archer, and puts the ice on his son’s foot and ankle. “I’m not sure what’s hurt your foot or ankle. Keep it right there. Dad’ll be right back.”

Harry leaves the kitchen and walks to Poppy’s room. He finds Poppy in her closet eating a packet of jelly. Jelly is all over her face. “Oi, what’s this young lady?”

“Jelly.”

"I mean, I see that, but why? And where did you get it? But also, why?” he tries not to laugh at the complete ridiculousness of it all.

“It’s good.”

“It is, but we don’t just eat jelly packets, and why are you in the dark again?”

She laughs. “Can’t reach the light besides told ya I like it Papa.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “So first things first, give me the jelly packet.”

She hands him the small jelly packet split open with the red substance puffing out.

“Are there more?” Harry turns on the closet light.

She nods.

“And can I have them?”

She shakes her head. “No. Mine.”

He squats. “Actually, everything in this house is mine. I paid for it, so really, the jelly is mine.“ He smiles at her. He knows they don’t buy jelly packets, and though he’s curious as to where she got them  he doesn’t have time to talk about now.

“Nope.” She giggles.

"Poppy, please show me where the rest is.”

She stands up and walks out of the room. In the hallway, she picks up Lola’s toy frog. "Why’s this here?”

Harry tosses the half-eaten jelly packet in the bin as he exits the room. “Ya sister threw it down so many times I quit picking it up last night. Guess that’s where it finally landed.”

She lifts her sweet, cherub face to him. "It’s the wrong one.”

“What’s that jelly face?“

She blinks and stares at him. "She doesn’t like it.”

“Well, I couldn’t find her turtle.”

“Prolly lost it. She does that.”

He rubs the top of her head. “You used to do that too.”

“Know, but Mumma fixed it.”

He can’t help but grin. “How’d she do that?”

In her small sticky hand, she takes Harry’s hand and leads him down the hall to a storage closet. “Here.”

“In here?”

“Yeah, it’s got lovies.” She struggles to turn the doorknob.

Harry places his hand over hers and turns the knob. Inside the closet at the very top is a shelf of stuffed animals and blankets, multiples of each one. Some he recognizes are Archer’s, Poppy’s, and Lola’s. “What’s this?”

“If we lose it, Mummy fixes it.”

“Well, that’s very smart of Mummy.“ He reaches up and takes one of the stuffed turtles down, tucks it under his arm. "I’ll cut the tags off this when we get to the kitchen.” He heads back down the hall. “Poppy, need you to wash your face and hands, then come to the kitchen, please.”

Back in the kitchen, Lola kicks and fusses in her highchair. Archer talks to her about football. “So when they score a goal like that, they get a trophy.”

“Talkin’ footie with Lola?” Harry walks to the sink to wash the jelly off his hands.

“Yeah, but my foot still hurts.”

“Let me get ya somethin’ for it. Watch Lola just one more minute- I’ll be right back.”

Harry jogs down the hall, still carrying the turtle. He meets up with Poppy. “Go to the kitchen, love. I’ll be right there.”

“You did it wrong.”

“Did what wrong?”

She points to his hand. “The lovie.”

“What about it? Told ya I was gonna cut the tag off.”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I’ll show you.” Her clean but wet hand grabs Harry’s, and she leads him through his bedroom into the bathroom. He walks to the sink, grabs a children’s Tylenol for Archer, and closes the medicine cabinet. Poppy points to the counter. “There.”

“What love? Whatcha pointin’ at?”

“That. Smell good stuff.”

“This?” He points to Y/N’s perfume.

Poppy nods and smiles.

“Mummy’s perfume?”

“Yeah.”

“Poppy Daddy’s had a very crazy morning. Can you help me a little bit, love?”

“Spray the lovie.” She smiles at him.

“Spray the lovie with Mummy’s perfume?”

She nods and smiles again.

Harry picks up Y/Ns signature perfume and sprays the stuffed turtle. “Like that?”

“Yes. Mummy. Now you.”

“Me?” He points to himself and smiles.

“Now, spray you.”

Harry picks up his bottle of cologne. “This? My cologne?”

“Daddy, just spray.” Poppy laughs.

Harry sprays the turtle with his cologne.

“See, all fixed.” She throws her hands in the air.

“That’s it?” he asks.

“Uh-huh.”

“Well, that’s quite smart of Mummy, and you for knowing all of that.” He picks her up. “Does Mummy do that for you?”

“Yep. Then we can smell Mummy and Daddy.”

Harry is sure that if his heart weren’t already broken, it would have shattered at that moment. The baby wanted to smell him and Y/N. That’s why she didn’t like the frog. Harry kisses Poppy. “I love you, Pop. Know that?”

She wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him. “I love you,”

Harry lowers her to the ground and walks through the bedroom to his nightstand. He picks up his phone to check for any messages or calls from Y/N. Nothing. “Poppy, run along to the kitchen. I’ll be right there.”

The girl darts out of the room.

He sends Y/N a text.

Y/N I’ve learned my lesson, love. I’ll do better. Swear I will. Please call. Please come home. I’m dyin’ without you here. The kids are OK, except Lola’s a bit sick, but mostly we are all fine. Just want you home. Please, please come home. I love you more than I can ever say. Please at least let me know if you are okay. The kids keep asking about you. They miss you so much. Please give me another chance. XX-H

He slips the phone into his pocket and walks back to the kitchen.

“But he doesn’t even know why.” Poppy laughs as she talks to Archer.

"What’s got, you so giggly, Miss.”

“I was telling Archer about a boy at school.”

Harry walks over to sniffly, whining Lola. “Daddy’s here. Look what I got you.” He shows Lola the toy. He hands the baby the frog. She cuddles it close to her, delivering a fresh dose of snot right to the top of the frog. “I just sprayed it Lo, now it’s not gonna smell nice anymore.”

“It’s okay Dad it’ll be fine. She won’t care, if you sprayed it she’ll like it,” Archer says.

“Arch did you know about the sprayin’ the lovie trick?”

He shrugs. “Yeah, didn’t you?”

Harry smiles. “No. Feeling like I’ve been left out now.”

“Mum just does it,” Archer says. “Dad my foot hurts.”

“Right, sorry, here you go.” Harry hands him the Tylenol, then pours a cup of juice, and hands it to his son.

“So, I’m gonna make breakfast, then I need you guys to play as peacefully as possible because I have something important I need to take care of. Got it?”

The two kids nod.

“’M serious guys. I need ya to not fight, not jump on things, need you to be super, big time quiet. Can you please do this? And Archer, if you are so good, I will make sure we have ice cream by dinner.”

“Pinkie promise, Daddy.” Poppy extends her small pinky to him which he gladly wraps his large pinky around.

“Me too, Dad,” Archer says.  Harry extends his pinky which Archer hooks with his own.

“Alright. Thank you. Love you both.”

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Two hours later

Text From HARRY

Love, I know you’re angry, and I’m so sorry. I was wrong. I know you need your space. I’ll accept that, but can you please let me know you are somewhere safe, and that you are okay? It’s been more than 24 hours. I don’t see transactions on your cards. I know you have a private account and I can’t see that. That’s fine too, but I need to know you are safe. I’m waiting two more hours. If I don’t hear from you I’m calling the police, and reporting you missing.

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“Jeff do you not understand what time off means? Told ya I’m dealin’ with some stuff with m’ family. Told ya I’d call ya back when I get it settled. Yeah I get that but I can’t worry about the new contract right now. We’ve got plenty of time. Send it to my lawyers, once they go over it we’ll talk. OK, then I’ll schedule a meeting with them this week. Gonna talk to ya later.” Harry hangs up, and drops down into his black leather office chair, and exhales.

He spins the chair to face the desk, and opens his laptop, logs into the bank account- no signs of Y/N. He checks her credit cards. No updates to activity. He looks at his texts and missed calls. No Y/N.

He’s known her for nine years. One thing he knows is that she would never want to frighten her children. Even at her maddest the thought of Lola being sick would prompt her to call. Certainly her mum, sisters, and Julia would’ve told her Harry is looking for her. It makes him sick to think of contacting the police. The internet and rumor mills will explode once he does. Y/N knows that too, so the threat of police would’ve compelled her to call.

Harry decides to call her sister, mum and friend once more before taking the next step. After he makes no progress. He knows one more person who might be able to help him figure out what to do. He calls his most trusted security advisor, Liam.

After talking with Liam, he calls a meeting. Jeff, Glenne, Liam, Mitch and Sarah. All of them know he wouldn’t want to meet during a break unless the matter was urgent. Everyone agrees to be at the house in four hours.

“And so that’s it. That’s the whole story.” Harry throws his hands up in defeat, then begins to cry. His eyes water, a few tears trickle down his cheek. He takes a gulp of air. “I’ve called my mum. She was out of town so gotta give her some time. She will be here super early in the morning. We’ll need her. M’ dad is workin’ on fliers and posters. We’ll get those printed in-house so that the public isn’t in a panic before we talk to the police and we are ready to make an official statement.” He cherishes the people who sit at the table yet, he feels it’s betraying  Y/N to share such personal details of their marriage. What if he’s just blowing everything out of proportion? No, she would never do this, never. Something is wrong.

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The Hunt

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis: Eddie is out on the hunt trying to determine who to feed on. You catch his eye

Contents: depictions of violence, blood, panic, general vampirism (turning, biting, etc.), weapons, alcohol (at a college party), predator/prey (in relation to vampires), gender of reader is not specified but there are descriptions of outfit (combat boots, ripped jeans, and a dark coat)

18+only

Eddie's eyes searched out everyone at the party. He slowly sipped his soda, watching every person. Looking for his next target. He hated who he had become. Hated this thing he had become, not quite alive not quite dead.

Eddie remembers when it happened. Eddie had been invited by Dustin to some celebration. Something about his old babysitter getting a new job. Eddie had scoffed but shown up. It had been fun actually. Eddie, Steve, and Dustin were walking outside for a smoke break- well Steve and Eddie were, Dustin just wouldn't stop talking. They were having a great time.

Until some man had tried attacking Dustin. Eddie watched as Steve tried to pull the guy away, but had gotten thrown into the opposite wall. Steve had groaned as he landed on the ground. Eddie remembers Dustin screaming, the guy kicking his leg with such force it broke. He had never been a hero, always saw himself as a coward.

But Eddie had tried tackling the dude. Slicing him with his pocket knife. The guy's lifeless eyes staring through him as the guy growled at him. He remembers getting pushed into a wall. Seeing a row of teeth. The feeling of pain where his neck and shoulder met. The sight of blood drenching his shirt. Dustin screaming from pain and fear. Steve yelling, coughing from broken ribs. The guy running off as sirens went off and bathed the scene in red and blue.

Eddie remembers the world starting to grow dark. Dustin crying and holding his hand. Hearing Hopper yelling commands. He remembers his head feeling fuzzy. Eddie felt like he was floating in a river, headed to the great beyond he wasn't sure he believed in. Then he remembers the feeling of getting dunked under the water, being enveloped by it. Trying to scream as it filled his lungs and burned him from the inside out.

When Eddie's eyes had snapped open, he was alone. He wasn't sure where he was, but he was lying on a gurney with a sheet covering him. He was distantly aware something was wrong. That something had changed. But it was like hearing a voice call in a crowded room with hundreds of conversations. The only coherent thought he had was feed. Eat.

Eddie came to crouching over a deer, hands greedily stuffing something into his mouth. He remembers the lifeless eyes staring back at him. His stomach turning as he pulled his hands down and saw them covered in blood and viscera. The immediate emptying of his stomach. The crying. Cradling the deer. The panic. The urge to feed still there.

A woman stumbled into Eddie, sloshing her drink on him. Eddie scowled at her. No, she wouldn't do because she had multiple girlfriends helping her walk. He could take one person, not a whole pack.

Like a predator, Eddie waited for the perfect prey. He felt like a creep, but he had to survive. It was simple, grab someone who was inebriated. That way, they wouldn't remember much in the morning. Eddie would take them somewhere alone, somewhere safe for them both. He would feed. Never enough to hurt anyone, but enough to satiate the bloodlust for a few more weeks.

Eddie hated how Steve had offered to be his own personal blood bag. Eddie never wanted his friends to see him feed. It felt weirdly intimate.

It didn't help that whoever was fed on would feel a rush of euphoria and become blissed out on endorphins. They would struggle at first but then succumb to the pleasure, making it easy to drink every last drop.

Steve didn't know that. He didn't need to know that. And he never would. Eddie just needed to find someone who would work for tonight. That's why he went to the big city. Rumors would swirl around Hawkins, but someone getting freaky and having an apparent biting kink in the big city? Well, that could be anyone. Plus, college town, plenty of parties and wild stories galore.

There was a guy in the corner who was drunk, but the dude had muscles bigger than Eddie's head. He would absolutely put up a fight. Sure, Eddie was stronger than a normal human, but it had been awhile since he last fed. He knew he was weak and not on his A game. The guy would eventually relinquish control, but it would take enough time for Eddie to get punched and have to rebite him.

There was a girl who was crying. She had been here earlier with the dude currently making out with someone else. Eddie winced slightly, feeling bad for the girl. He wasn't going to make her night any worse.

Eddie's nose twitched as the smell of blood hit his nose. Some people had a stronger...allure to them. Their blood called to his tainted soul. This was one of those moments. It was like a siren song pulling him in.

Eddie looked around the room sneakily, holding the cup to his lips but not drinking. He tried to pierce the location of the person, but it was hard in the crowded room. He could smell whoever it was getting distant, so he trailed in the general direction. Eyes searching but not finding.

Until the people shifted and parted, leaving only you standing there. You were laughing and twirling without a care. You stumbled a few times over your combat boots, but always caught yourself. A dopey grin was across your face. You had a dark coat on reminiscent of a trench coat. Big buttons held the coat closed, no zippers in sight. Ripped jeans tucked into your boots. Eddie's lip twitched into a smile. Must be fate for you to have a similar style to him.

Eddie watched as you went to take a sip of your drink and frown, tilting the cup completely upside down over your mouth. Empty. Your neck was exaggerated, tilted back to get every drop of your drink. It was the ultimate tease, beckoning for Eddie to bite. Your tendon flexed like a signal saying "here, bite here!"

Eddie slowly strode over to where you glared at the empty cup. You glance up at the man who suddenly stood next to you. A lazy smile spreads across your face. Eddie mimics the smile. That's who he is now. Someone mimicking humans. Pretending to be alive and not this thing.

"You okay?" Eddie asks, shifting to glance around. To you, it would appear as though he was concerned for you. The reality was that he was glancing to see if anyone was paying attention. The others in the room were just as sloshed as you, not a single care in the world.

You giggle and try and pat Eddie's arm," Totally grand man! Just a lil..." you trail off and shrug. Eddie's eyes dart back to yours. You sway where you're standing, his arm darting out to hover at your side in case you fall. "I'm gonna get another." You smile at the man and attempt a step forward.

You were totally out of it. Eddie felt a trickle of unease in the back of his mind as you fell into him. But your tantalizing scent shut off his rationality. The urge to feed would always shut down the guilt. You stumble away from him and give him finger guns, chuckling to yourself.

Eddie trails after you, "You should probably get some air." You pause and look over your shoulder at him," Huh?" You blink lazily at him as he gently motions to the door.

"Outside. You need some air," Eddie's voice is dripping with faux concern. Your eyes stare into his, sending a shiver down his spine. There was something off about making eye contact with you. "Okay!" You hold out your hand for him to take.

Eddie feels bad, it's almost like you are making a deal with the devil. He takes your hand in his, noting how soft your hands are compared to his own. You are rambling something about movies, Eddie halfheartedly humming his agreement.

You mumble the theme to the Jaws movie as you follow Eddie outside. Eddie shakes his head at how spot on the tune is. He can't wait to get his jaws on you, to bite you, to utterly consume you.

Eddie leads you to the alley between the buildings. He pushes you against the wall, your knees buckling slightly. At this angle, he is peering down at you. You smile sweetly at him. Eddie trails a finger down the side of your face,"So sweet."

Eddie leans in, lips barely brushing yours. He can feel the warmth of your shaky exhale. "Sorry," he murmurs before capturing your lips with his. He deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping into your mouth. He can feel your body relax as you sigh, one of your hands rubbing the back of his neck.

Eddie breaks away from your lips, trailing kisses to your jaw. His lips barely touch your neck. His hand grabs your coat, fingers slipping between the buttons. His fangs sharpen, barely touching your skin, when he feels something cool and metallic brush against his finger.

The sound of a gun cocking causes him to pause before the cool barrel of a gun is pressed to the underside of his jaw. Eddie pulls back in surprise, but your hand on his neck doesn't let him get far. You smirk up at him.

Oh, Eddie had it all wrong. Eddie wasn't the predator out for prey; no, he was the one being hunted.

You dig the gun into his jaw, causing him to wince. "Pity you're one of them. Too bad I have to kill you...again," Your gaze stares into Eddie's. That's what was off, your eyes were too clear to be drunk. And Eddie had thought he was growing more of a conscience.

Eddie clears his throat," I'd hate to die...again." You snort a half laugh out before catching yourself," Yeah, no. Can't let your kind go around. Kind of my job."

Eddie cursed. A hunter, defender of humans. Luring vampires and other monsters to their death like a siren luring poor sailors. Eddie felt kind of stupid for falling for it- but, this was your job, you had to be good to do this full-time.

"You wouldn't. You're too...sweet." Eddie falters at the glare you give. The barrel leaves his chin for a second to fire in the air. The noise hurts his ears and he flinches. The metal is now warmed from firing and stings his skin when you place it back under his chin.

"Sweet huh. You like my smell? Not really me, it's the pennies. Sewed them in myself. It's like catnip to you guys," You grin. Ah, the metal he was feeling against his fingers were pennies. Eddie wasn't sure how it worked, but the metal must enhance the scent of your blood. Or the metallic scent mimicked blood. Or-

Eddie growls as you cock the gun again. He is used to thinking fast, but even he knows there are some situations you can't get out of. Eddie closes his eyes, accepting his fate.

Except fate must have other plans. Because Eddie can see the flashes of red and blue even with his eyes closed. He can hear the loud whoop of a siren. Just like the night he turned.

Eddie's eyes snap open to see you falter and look towards the alley entrance. You drop the gun slightly, but it's all Eddie needs. He slams his knee up into your gut and slams your arm against the wall. His stomach turns at your yelp of pain.

The cops are yelling something, but Eddie is focused on your eyes. Memorizing them. They're beautiful. He nods once and darts off, unnaturally fast. He can hear the cops yell in surprise and you yell in anger.

Eddie feels partly bad you have to deal with them. You did try to kill him though. Or did you? Eddie had thought about it and you had plenty of chances to pull the trigger. You didn't even have to talk to him, but you did.

Hours pass and Eddie has fed off some other human. But it wasn't the one he wanted, no. And as he sits in the tree outside your house, he knows he will have you. Soon.

[hotchnerobsessed]

Housewarming - Part 1

Fem!Reader x Hotch | The team is coming over for yours and Aaron’s housewarming/engagement party, but things get heated between you two while you’re trying to prep your addition to the meal.

Warnings: 🥵 Smut [Unprotected sex (please be safe everyone!), dirty talk]

Word Count: 2331

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Series Masterlist / Main Masterlist

*allusions to smut directly under cut*

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Leaning over the kitchen sink, you opened the window to let the fresh air fill the room. Breathing in deep, you could smell the flowers in the window planter you and Aaron had just put up together. You’d bought a house and moved in together a little over 2 months ago, and the excitement of making the space your own hadn’t worn off yet.

In fact, it was your first night together in your new home, entangled in the sheets after a passionate evening of “breaking in the new mattress”, that Aaron had proposed. It wasn’t a huge proposal in front of all your friends and family, and you were grateful for that. Both of you weren’t big on sharing many intimate details or moments of your relationship; you loved moments of vulnerability like that to be kept between the two of you. You had of course said yes, quite enthusiastically, as round two..or was it three..of the night followed shortly after.

The next couple months included many stops to different furniture stores, looking for the perfect things to tie the space together and truly make it feel like home. Things were finally starting to come together, and that’s what lead to tonight. The team had bought a round of drinks in celebration of you and Hotch at an evening out when you told them all the exciting news. But you both wanted to have everyone over to your new home, so you could celebrate properly.

Jack was at the park with JJ, Will and Henry for the afternoon so you and Aaron could get everything organized, and you were thankful to JJ for her kindness. So it was just you and him at home, as you prepared for your guests. You finished putting away the last of the groceries while Aaron showered, and you were now beginning to put together the few appetizers you’d planned for the potluck.

Aaron had walked into the room right as you’d leaned over the sink. He couldn’t keep his eyes from trailing across your shoulders, down the curve of your back, to where your dress hugged your hips just right.

“Well don’t you just look divine,” his voice was low and sultry, and you immediately felt shivers down your spine.

Turning to face him, you smiled flirtatiously, “why thank you, Mr. Hotchner.”

“New dress, Mrs. Hotchner?”

Hearing him refer to you with his last name still made the butterflies in your stomach come to life, but you teased, “It is. But you know, we’re not married quite yet..” You had to bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling too wide.

He made his way across the kitchen and was now standing mere inches away from you, his hand coming up to rest on the side of your face. As he gently ran his thumb across your cheek, his voice was low as he responded, “Oh, I am painfully aware of that fact. If it were up to me I would have married you the day I met you.”

Your mouth dropped open, and you’d hardly had a chance to breathe in again before his lips captured yours. Wrapping your arms around his waist, you pulled him close as he deepened the kiss, his hand finding its way into your hair. His other hand was now on your hip, pulling your body closer to his, before wandering around your side and resting on your lower back.

Moaning against his lips, you pulled back and stared into his eyes longingly. A mischievous grin pulled at one corner of his mouth as he slowly lowered his hand that was on your back, an inch at a time, before he was cupping your behind in his large hand. Giving you a playful squeeze, you closed your eyes momentarily, wanting nothing more than to give into the feeling beginning to bubble up inside you.

Looking back up at him again, you brought one of your hands around to the front of his body, placing your palm against his chest. Patting your hand against his shirt a couple times, you spoke regretfully, “don’t get any ideas mister, we don’t have time for that right now.”

His shoulders slumped, and he sighed heavily before nodding in response, “okay, alright.. What can I help with?”

Smiling at him once more, you pecked his lips before pointing towards the fridge, “we need to get the meatballs cooking first. I already got them ready last night, just need to be tossed in the oven.”

Turning around, he made his way around the kitchen island to the fridge, before pulling out a dish that had a bunch of bite-size meatballs in it. Bringing it over to you, he took the plastic wrap off the dish and reached for two baking trays, laying them all out. While he was doing all that, you had begun cutting up fresh vegetables for your pasta salad; the dressing was an old family recipe and it was always a hit any time you made it.

Once all the vegetables were cut up, you needed the glass bowl that you always served your pasta salad in. It had been placed in a top cupboard with all your other “when we have guests” dishes, and you knew you were going to have trouble getting it down; Aaron was the one who had to put everything up there in the first place.

Looking over at him, he was just putting the two baking trays full of meatballs into the oven, so you figured you would give it a solid effort before asking for help.

As you stood in front of the counter, you stood on your tiptoes and laid a hand flat on the counter to keep your balance. Reaching as far as you could with your other hand, you knew there was just no way you would be able to reach it. Feeling the inevitable defeat, you were just about to turn around and call his name when you heard his voice behind you, “does my girl need some help?”

Sighing, you admitted, “I just wish I was even the slightest bit taller. Everything would be so much easier.”

You heard him laugh softly behind you, and just as you were about to step out of the way for him, you felt his hand on your hip. Squeezing gently, keeping you right where you were, he leaned his tall frame over yours and effortlessly grabbed hold of the glass bowl with his free hand.

Your breath caught in your chest at the familiar feeling of his body consuming yours from behind. You didn’t want to admit it to him, that you did in fact have time, if you were quick, but the way you felt right now was making it hard to deny any longer. On top of it all, the scent of his aftershave filled your lungs and made you weak in the knees.

Placing the bowl in front of you, he pushed it towards the back of the counter so it wouldn’t get knocked over. In no time at all, his hand joined the other, grasping both of your hips, his strong fingers pressing into your skin.

“Aaron..” you groaned, “everyone is supposed to be here in an hour..”

“We have time..” he squeezed your hips, “I’ll help,” he stepped even closer, and you could tell he was already hard. “You just tell me what to do..” he pulled all of your hair to one side, “..and I’ll do it.” He whispered those last four words in your ear before placing sloppy kisses against your neck.

You knew he meant it, about helping prep the food; after all, that’s why he’d joined you in the kitchen in the first place. But his words had a completely different meaning on top of that. He wanted you to tell him that you wanted this, right now, as much as he did. And he wanted you to tell him how you wanted it.

Tilting your head to the side, you gave him easier access to your neck. Bringing your hand up, you caressed his cheek, before running your fingers through his hair. You groaned again, “Aaron.. We can’t right now..”

Nibbling on your ear, he whispered again, “then ask me to stop.”

“Fuck..” you were breathless now, “I don’t want you to stop.”

Smiling against your neck, he kissed your warm skin with even more passion this time. The feeling had your walls throbbing in no time. “Just no marks.. on my neck..” you breathed out heavily, “please, Aaron. Everyone will know.”

Responding wordlessly at first, he slowed his passionate assault on your neck, before trailing soft kisses along the side of your face. Bringing his hand up to cup your jaw, he turned your head to the side, crashing his lips into yours. “I don’t care if everyone knows.” His words were so direct, and even though you knew it was a lie, it gave you that final push you needed to say “fuck it” to the meal prepping for a few minutes.

In no time at all, you had your hands behind you, gripping his hips and pulling him as close as humanly possible. As you pushed you hips back against his, you started grinding into him, making him moan against your neck. Not wanting to leave marks on your neck as you had asked, he pulled the strap of your dress to the side, placing sloppy kisses along the top of your shoulder.

Letting go of his hips, you brought your hands to your sides and began tugging at the material of your dress, pulling it up around your waist. The chill of the counter against your thighs made you shiver, but you didn’t care. “Just fuck me right here, like this.”

In no time at all, he had his belt undone and the zipper on his jeans pulled down. Helping him along the way, you tugged at the waistband of his boxers, as he wrapped his hand around his length. Reaching between your legs, you simply pulled your underwear to the side, as he lined himself up with your entrance. Rubbing his tip back and forth a couple times, he coated his length in your wetness before finally pushing his length inside you. One good thrust was all it took, and he was fully sheathed between your walls.

Dropping your head forward, you exhaled deep at the feeling, your entire body felt like it was on fire. “OH SHIT.. Aaron, you’re so deep.”

Smiling wide, he gripped your hips tight, before pulling his length out of you and slamming back into you hard. The desperation in both of you was evident as he finally fell into a rhythm, and you showed no signs of wanting him to slow down. Wrapping his arms around your body and holding you close, he continued relentlessly, splitting you open from behind. Your hands were flat on the counter in front of you as you tried your best to keep yourself steady.

As your breathing became more and more uneven, you tipped your head back and rested it against his shoulder, allowing access to your neck once more. In no time at all, his lips were attached to your warm skin. You had to give him credit though, even in the heat of the moment, he was doing his best not to leave marks. He kept his kisses soft and tender; a stark contrast to how hard he was currently fucking you.

Wanting to hold him as close as possible, you wrapped your arms around your own body as well. With a hand on top of one of his, you encouraged him to cup one of your breasts, and he enthusiastically took the hint. Massaging your soft skin through your dress, while his other arm was still wrapped firmly around your waist.

“You’re not wearing a bra..” This fact only turned him on more.

“This dress.. it doesn’t.. need one..” your voice was uneven as you felt your body nearing the edge, your walls clenching more firmly around his length.

“Fuck.. you feel so good, sweetheart..” he moaned breathlessly between thrusts, “I don’t know how much longer I’ll last.”

Breathing in deep, you replied equally as breathless, “I’m close, Aaron. Don’t stop.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, as he kept up with the hard and deep thrusts into your heat. It wasn’t long before you felt your body reach the tipping point, as your walls began to throb, and you felt the tension in your core finally give way. As pleasure washed over you, Aaron didn’t stop, allowing you to ride out your orgasm as long as possible.

A couple seconds later, you felt him swiftly pull his length out of you. Taking a step back, he used a hand to push your dress farther up your back, before stroking himself a few times and spilling his warm cum on your lower back. The sounds that left his mouth at the feeling made chills run through your body.

Resting your bodyweight on the counter, you folded your arms in front of you and rested your cheek against them. As both of your breathing slowly returned to normal, he broke the silence, “stay there sweetheart, I’ll get you cleaned up.”

You smiled softly to yourself, the love you felt for him completely overwhelming your senses.

In no time at all, he was back behind you with a warm washcloth. He guided the warmth along the inside of your thighs, and gently dragged the fabric along your sensitive core, before cleaning his release off of your back. Placing a soft kiss between your shoulder blades, he whispered through a soft smirk,  “I love you.. Mrs. Hotchner.”

Standing up straight, you turned to face him, placing a loving hand against his cheek. He leaned into your touch, as you stood on your tiptoes once more, kissing his lips tenderly. “I love you, too. Mr. Hotchner.”

[polniaczek]

What are some episodes of The Facts of Life that give off the most gayest vibes to you?

Well you have your gay episodes aka episodes where they seemingly have no self-awareness and all their focus is on each other, and then you have your episodes where gay things happen but are otherwise typical.

I've skimmed the titles to make a list but if I miss any it's because I haven't actually watched them in a while.

Gay Episodes

S2 The New Girl

S2 Double Standard

S2 Teenage Marriage

S3 The Four Musketeers

S3 New York, New York

S4 Ain't Miss Beholden

S4 Magnificent Obsession

S5 I'm Dancing As Fast As I Can

S6 Dear Apple

S6 The Last Drive-In

S6 Sisters. Don't judge me, it just is.

S7 3, 2, 1

S7 The Apartment

S8 Another Room

S8 This Is Only a Test

S8 Rights of Passage

S8 Rights of Passage Too. That hug kills me.

Episodes Where Gay Things Happen

S2 Free Spirit. It's just a look but I swear to god you'll know it when you see it.

S3 Kids Can Be Cruel. Jo unabashedly tries to get out of dating any guy at all in an auction and then bids on herself.

S4 Take My Finals, Please. When they're talking in the dark.

S5 Brave New World. The dorm room scenes. lol

S5 Advanced Placement. The only thing I really remember about this episode is the scene where Natalie is telling Jo and Blair's college friends about how someone tried to set Jo up with someone else's sister because people thought she was a guy. lmao

S5 The Christmas Show. The gayest episode in the series for the final scene alone. now-kith.jpg

S5 Big Fish, Little Fish. The scene upstairs always gets to me more than the puppet scene everyone loves that follows.

S5 Star at Langley. Not an obvious choice but Jo is so so butch in comparison to the other women in this ep and we don't talk enough about her feeling like it's her place to protect Blair's heart from the possibility of Cliff cheating.

S5 The Way We Were. It's a recap ep but there are a few bits between the recaps and the last one is so domestic. Jo's lil smirk!! I love.

S6 Cruisin'. A couple of 🤔🤔 lines of dialogue for sure.

S6 The Rich Aren't Different. There's a nice little scene for relationship growth at the end. <3

S6 Edna Garrett On Campus. I think this is the ep where they share a book? I just remember it looking really cute.

S6 Jazzbeau. This is one of the eps where they're quietly background!married the entire time.

S6 With a Little Help from My Friends. Jo gets all protective in this one and makes Blair's business her business.

S6 The Interview Show. They really talked about each other in their interviews and never wanted each other to find out, and the self-sacrificial part about Blair bowling is sooo something.

S7 Out of the Fire. "A brand new Mr. Frog!" :')

S7 Ballroom Dance. Blair and Jo are lowkey kind of flirting at one point.

S7 Atlantic City. It's so unserious but all of their scenes are together and Blair gives Jo a really nice compliment.

S8 The Little Chill. Ignoring that their friendship has little to do with the plot, they have a couple of sweet moments.

S8 A Winter's Tale. Jo is so unfazed by men in this ep. lol

S8 Cupid's Revenge. Really cute final scene.

S9 Rumor Has It. Jo's reality check pep talk for Blair is why they're perfect for each other.

S9 Something In Common. Jo and Rick both in drag going to a "reverse costume party" that Blair wasn't invited to!!! They're bearding!

S9 Less Than Perfect. There are two scenes that make me lose my mind. Something about Jo appreciating Blair when Blair isn't around to hear it... And then the part where she's in the room with Blair in the dark. A weirdly intimate ep for them.

[cyphersyndromes]

Night is still young | jeon jungkook

pairing : reader x idol jungkook

synopsis: jungkook is seen having the time of his life at his band mates jhopes album release party. champagne and whiskey have intoxicated him to the point of no return in which he can’t keep his composure any longer with you present in the room. he couldn’t resist avoiding his girlfriend when she looked so damn good.

warnings: established relationship with reader and jungkook, drinking, semi public,

thursday july 14, HYBE had made plans to host a party for the release of jhopes new album, celebrating his hard work and achievements. plenty of kcelebs and kartists would attend as they had known jhope and had plans to collaborate with him in the future.

jeon jungkook had been aware of this party as soon as it was being planned, as hobi couldn’t contain his excitement. the guest list was as odd and full as ever, including artists such as heize,dawn,hyuna,peakboy,bibi, and you.

jungkook was shocked to see you on the list of fellow guests. although you had worked with jhope on his last album and seeked advice from him now and then, you were in a year long relationship with jungkook. no one knew of course as it had been so secretive from both ends as you both enjoy your privacy together

from seeing eachother after work at jungkooks place in private, to now being exposed in public, in the same vicinity made jungkook queasy as the thought made him nervous. how could he possibly stay away from you? there had already been a few fans suspicious of you both however none of them had the actual proof to further their accusations.

yours and jungkooks time together was intimate and sweet, he hopes that he could pull off trying to be away from you for atleast this one night.

—

club lights, disco ball, drinks, and a dj was seen as soon as you stepped foot into the 19th floor as it was busy being occupied as a mini club for the night. you had arrived with bibi and jessi as you both had a strong friendship. the party was already flooding with chants and people drinking and dancing, the vibes felt good all around.

making your way past the photo area, you made your way to the front near the stage with your friends to find hobi on stage with jungkook on the side silently cheering him on. you immediately grab a glass of champagne as you know your in for a long night..

how the hell am i going to survive the fucking night

you thought as you swallowed your drink within seconds. jungkook was wearing all black with his prada combat boots that defined his legs and his figure. you did a double take looking at him as you noticed the big chain he had around his neck, making him look so much hotter than he already was.

you continued to admire his looks until he too noticed you in front, causing his adorable eyes to widen and make an O with his mouth. you chuckled and raised your eyebrows and turned to your friends to keep talking to them, avoiding interaction with your boyfriend as much as possible.

-

As the party went on, you and your friends were getting wasted with the amount of drinks that were offered. as everyone was taking pictures with eachother, you thought it wouldn’t be so bad to go up to jungkook whilst he is talking to one of your friends.

you make your way to jungkook and your friends, greeting yourself to him as if you weren’t secretly dating

“hi kookie” you say while laughing, obviously to drunk to function.

he too looked so drunk and out of it, adorable

he reached in for a quick hug but quickly whispered into your ear “fuck you look so good princess”

you looked at him and raised your eyebrows, slightly warning him that you all were in public. jungkook scoffs, “so whattttt” he says slurring his words out.

you quickly scan the area to see everybody entrapped in their own conversations to care what you were doing, you noticed a secluded area in the very back of the room, which wasn’t very visible if you were to be in a certain spot.

you grabbed jungkooks arm and quickly walked over to the area while jungkook was whining behind you.

“mmmm yaaaa” he said while drinking more of his whiskey.

you scooted him into the spot where they wouldn’t be visible to anyone but could still be able to hear the loud music and see the beaming lights

god did he look good in that lighting.

jungkook looked around and noticed you brought him alone.

“jungkook you don’t say things like that in public, haven’t we already discussed this” you said rolling your eyes and grabbing his whiskey, taking a swig

“..mmm i whispered it to you baby” he said while slowly backing you into the wall

“i didn’t think seeing you party with your friends effect me this much but it did” he says while taking away the drink from your hand and slowly moving his head close to your neck

“ that tight dress is fucking killing me baby” he whispered in your ear as he drags the cold glass against your bare thigh, causing you to jump slightly

“s-stop baby” you say reluctantly as you both are in a public space

“mmmm hmmmm” he hums as he slowly drags the cold glass from your thigh to your cleavage that was protruding from your short tight dress.

you silently moan, rubbing your thighs together as you had been so horny for your boyfriend ever since you laid your eyes on him

“what was that baby?” jungkook asks,raising his eyebrow.

you stay silent

jungkook grabs your face and tilts it towards his

“i said what the fuck was that” he said not breaking eye contact and you could’ve swore you could’ve came in that moment

the way he was looking at you, the soft club lightening engulfing him and his feautures made you weak in the knees.

“fuck you look so hot” you say as you give in and smash your lips on his as he immediately grabs your waist, lifting you causing you to wrap your legs around his body as he pushes you against the wall.

the music slowly silences into a mere background noise as you and jungkook were violently making out, consuming each other’s lips as if there was no tommorow

“mmm baby” you mumble as jungkook slowly moves his grip from your legs to your ass, holding you in such a lewd position.

jungkook smirks and pulls away from the intense make out to catch his breath and look into your eyes.

“so so horny baby “ he says as he swiftly moves his face to your neck, engulfing you with kisses in the spot that makes you the most weakest.

you slowly loosened your grip on jungkooks waist as your legs couldn’t handle the weakness he caused

“such a good girl, was this your fantasy all along” he whispered in a lewd way into your ear which made you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him closer

“i can never contain myself when i’m with you bunny, i really need you” you whisper moan as you hear him silently grunt as he instinctly thrusts his hip near your cunt

he puts you down while looking around and clicking his tongue.

“we cant do this here my love” he cooes as he turns to look at you.

“your studio, now”

-

hehehe this is very much inspired by todays jungkook, he looked super fine how can you not fall for him, might continue this into a series… let’s see how this goes :)

[scatteredpiecesofme]

Between Darkness and Light

We all noticed the change in lighting in the 4-minute snippet but I didn't connect it with Edvin's repetitive statement about the season being darker until now. Or better, I didn't realize that this change in lighting goes in the exact opposite direction to the change in tone that S2 is supposed to display.

S1 gave us a lot of scenes in a very dim light, usually in a warm yellow-ish tone, and yet many of them didn't feel 'dark' at all. They rather felt cozy, intimate and warm (thinking of some happy domestic scenes at the Eriksson's, the intimate Wilmon scenes, and many others) in a sort of reversed parallel between the lighting and the general mood.

What I'm wondering now is: what if in S2 they're doing the same, but the other way round?

After the dream sequence, the first thing we see is an evidently depressed Wilhelm. What colors would you instinctively associate with depression? Dark ones, right? He's alone, sorrowful, disappointed and angry. He's lost everything. We might expect a shadowy room and a gloomy and suffocating atmosphere. But what do we get instead? The sun. Brilliant colors. A very bright room, flooded with daylight. And that's what I love in YR: they never make the obvious choice, they always go for something different. The Eriksson's house is shown ina bright diffused light too, suggesting that this might be a theme of the season, or at least not something only related to Wilhelm.

The thing is, by the end of S1 everyone showed their true colors, either in a good or in a bad sense.

All the five main characters have been somehow exposed - to us the audience and to the other characters. It's not just about Wilmon and the leaked video, despite this being the main focus.

Felice, contrary to the first impression, turned out to be a good friend and a kind-hearted person. August confirmed to be an unreliable douchebag full of personal unresolved issues. Simon demonstrated that he can and will stand for himself and set boundaries. We witness Sara making a deal with the devil to obtain what she wants. And then there's Wille. His intimacy, his body, his love exposed to the world. But also his essence, who he really is, what he really wants, what he's ready to do, finally revealed to himself in a newly-found awareness.

In S2 there's no more hiding. No matter how much betrayal, pain, revenge plans and shit are going to happen. No matter the darkness of it all. None of them can hide their true selves from the others anymore and, more important, from themselves. They have to face their own flaws, their own needs, their own choices. Their own actions. It's about knowing - and showing - where they stand.

No more hiding. Dark times are ahead, but all the cards have been laid on the table. In plain sight. In plain light.

Before it gets better it's going to get worse. Things are going to go down. Badly. Especially for Wilhelm who's not even trying to hide his intentions. And when he - and maybe also someone else? - will be going through his darkest moments, this new, bright, merciless light will do nothing but emphasize it by contrast in a piercing, almost painful way.

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(reality check: I have no fucking idea. i'm just speculating because it's fun. but I guess I got carried away a bit? sorry. please don't mind me)

[plaindangan]

Class 78 girls' reaction to Makoto suddenly becoming a Girl?

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

Kyoko

Is very curious on how the Hell this happened in the first place and is one of the first to see Makoto in her new form. From the start is interested in finding out the cause and if it could be reversed...

Though for the time being is also surprised on just how cute a girl Makoto was...and was her ass always so bouncy? She couldn't help but notice given Makoto became klutzier after her transformation and was tripping all over the place...usually with her ample booty sticking out for everyone~

Sayaka

Is very shocked upon first seeing Makoto, though finds it her duty as her assistant to 'help' her adjust to her new life for the time being. Basically, going on a shopping spree with the new Makoto and helping her try on her new clothes (and maybe getting a good feel for her while she's at it. God, her boob's looked and felt so soft~).

Aoi

She also very surprised by the change, and briefly wondered if Makoto had another sister. Joined Sayaka on the shopping trip and was the one to pick out Makoto's new swimsuit. When she asked if such a tight fitting bikini is necessary, Hina insisted on it~

Sakura

While this is something you don't see everyday. While Sakura didn't know hot it happened, she did make it clear that she'll protect Makoto no matter what. Though, when Makoto hugged her out of gratitude, burying her face in the fighter's large breasts, Sakura inwardly wondered if Makoto was aware of her own cuteness?

Toko

For Toko she was instantly jealous on how Makoto somehow had even bigger curves than her, and spent her time hanging around the new girl as making dirty comments about her 'lewd body' and how she'll be a 'natural slut' for guys~ Eventually, she got an idea for a new erotica and ended up slinking back to her room...especially for some alone time~

As for Syo, well, she pretty much ramps up the intensity of Toko but now groping at Makoto's breast and getting a feel for her ass. "Ehhhh...not as perky as Omaru'~"

Celeste

Well, her favorite A-rank servant is now an A-rank maid, huh? Not quite what she expected to happen...but she can make this work. Before the day's end, she has Makoto dressed up in a maid outfit. A small one that barely fits her new bust and certainly doesn't cover much of the back. But, alas, until they can order a new one, Celeste insists on sticking to it~

Mukuro

As soon as she saw Makoto, Mukuro's heart went into a frenzy and she ended up confronting Junko about it. After learning this was her twin sister's own version of a weekend prank, and that it can't be reversed, sees fit to be a bodyguard for the time being until she can get settled. Though, upon being hugged and given that smile that caused her to fall for Makoto's male form...Mukuro couldn't help but desire to be more than that!

Junko

Lastly, we have the chaosmaker herself: Junko Enoshima. One morning she had an itching to wake up and cause some discord. And what better way to do that than by turning the apple of Class 78's eye into a girl?! After swiping some genderswapping pills from Seiko, she she placed it into Makoto's drink secretly and waited for the next day to arrive.

And it was a fantastic day~ Seeing her, that newly busty, voluptuous, luckster run around trying to get her bearings and Junko's other friends reacting to the situation - it was an absolute treat!! But she can't just satisfy herself with just watching from afar! No, she needed to get in on the action. An action that required her to dress in a black/white nightgown, visiting Makoto at night, and teaching for, say, an hour or two that even as a girl she can still have 'intimate' fun down there. It was the least she could do after all~