#door fanart yeah I’ll do door fanart

[sweet-shut-eye]

He Who Stands In-Between

[chibishortdeath]

Started playing Fear and Hunger recently and this guy is pretty silly. I like that he likes bugs, that’s a green flag in my book, bugs are great.

Nothing in this post in particular is mature, but the game itself is, it’s a pretty dark horror game, so I’ll be putting some content warnings in the tags so any talk about the game on my account can be filtered out easier!

Some thoughts about the game under a cut :3

I haven’t played as Enki tho, I picked Cahara because he’s easier and it’s my first playthrough, and he’s pretty cool too. I really love the character and monster designs in this game. The art is super cool :3. I’ve had the worst luck this run tho oh my god; I started the game took like two steps and immediately got blindsighted by three dogs. All the enemies in the first left entrance area spawned in the first room. Two elite guards spawned in the room past the prisons instead of the usual one. Moonless would not spawn for like a solid few reloads and then ended up on the bottom of the map instead of the top where they usually are. I talked to Nosramus (love them, they’re great, they were off screen the whole conversation tho whoops) and immediately afterwards got the crow mauler text and had to leave the room. Got D’arce and promptly ran into a yellow mage and lost my arm! It’s been wild and I’m even just playing on easy mode 💀💀💀!!! My computer also kinda sucks and lags sometimes, but yeah! The game is fun!!!!! I have no idea how far I am in it, but I’m almost to where Le’garde is captured. My whole strategy has been fuck around and find out and it’s working XD!!! I kinda expected it to be scarier, but that might be because I’m a little used to horror as a genre in general, but it’s a nice balance of spooky atmosphere and usual RPG action stuff in a way that comes off sincere and not like edgy for the sake of being edgy if that makes sense. It’s cool :3

Anyway there’s a lot of games I’ve started recently and haven’t finished so I guess I’ll be playing those for a while. I still need to beat CV64, I’m just currently stuck on the uh gear platforming section with the bomb. If you know, you know 💀💀💀. It’s hard. I also have to beat Curse of Darkness, but I’m really close to the end in that one I’m just getting all the random side rooms and stuff. Raising more innocent devils besides my main team just to be able to open a door is a little tedious tbh, but eh it’s an excuse to play the game for longer so I’ll take it. But yeah, hopefully life actually lets me beat all these games so I can talk about them more (TwT ;).

[fangswbenefits]

Appreciation

Summary: Miguel catches you staring at a very specific part of his body…

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

That 🎂 needs more appreciation! Mildly suggestive. Innuendo. Just having some fun. Inspired by this amazing fanart!

“You’re drooling.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

You gave Jessica Drew a side-glance. “Peter, tell her I’m not drooling.”

“You’re drooling.”

Resting your chin in the palm of your hand, you heaved a sigh.

Miguel O’Hara had his back turned to you, and you just couldn’t tear your eyes from his glorious ass.

It should be illegal to wear something so tight around it, leaving nothing to the imagination.

“Do you need some tissues just in case in?” Jess leaned in with a devious smile.

You growled in annoyance drumming your fingers on the table, which was enough to catch his attention. He turned around, facing away from the orange screens floating around his platform.

“Can you pay attention?” he asked, hands on his hips and crimson eyes narrowing.

The three of you nodded instantly and you straightened in your seat, inwardly mourning the loss of visual contact with his backside.

Peter was the next one to sigh, and Miguel scowled. “It’s important we go through these procedures. The fate—”

“—of the multiverse is important,” Peter then yawned from beside you. “Yeah. We know, we know.”

You giggled and saw Miguel scowling. “Leave. Go get ready for your reconnaissance mission, then.”

Jess and Peter didn’t need to be told twice and rose to their feet, heading towards the exit.

You were about to follow suit when Miguel’s voice was heard, “Not you.

Oh?

“You stay.”

Peter turned briefly and mouthed a ‘good luck’ before exiting, the door sliding shut behind them.

But what he didn’t know was that you had just struck gold.

You cheered inwardly, barely able to contain your excitement, as you sat on the table behind you, dangling your legs playfully.

Miguel paced slowly in your direction, face as serious as usual.

When he stopped right in front of you, you parted your legs, waiting for him to settle in between, which he promptly did.

“You are so frustrating.”

“Hmm?” you rose an eyebrow playfully.

To an outsider, it might seem like he was beyond annoyed.

He always strived to look serious and intimidating.

But you knew better.

“You you were supposed to be paying attention to what I was saying,” he whispered.

“In my defense, it was staring at me first,” you rose both hands in defense. “Not my fault.”

His eyes fell to your lips. “Ah. So you were staring.”

“Your ass is magnificent, Miguel,” you said with a click of your tongue. “What do you expect me to do?”

“Be more professional.”

You scoffed. “Says the man wearing a suit so tight we can see every single line of muscle.”

He chuckled and you did the same, enjoying the sound of his carefree voice.

“Can I touch it…” you asked with a devious smile.

He answered by grabbing both of your hands and setting them on his hips. “You don’t have to ask.”

You let your fingers trail down slowly behind him, grazing the material of his digital suit. Once you moved past the generous curve of his ass, you gave each cheek a gentle squeeze.

Everything was firm and in place, and you couldn’t stop yourself from massaging him with the palms of your hands.

“Does your suit need to be this tight?” you asked.

He slid the back of his index finger from your neck to rest under your chin, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. “Aerodynamics.”

“You’re such a tease,” you mumbled.

He craned his neck to match your height. “Me?”

The pads of your fingers traced patterns along his taut muscles, and you were reminded of how lucky you were to have this all to yourself.

“I need your workout routine.”

He leaned in even closer. “I’ll show it to you, then.”

You hummed, his lips almost touching yours. “And is it hard?”

The pun didn’t go amiss and Miguel chuckled softly. “Depends on the position.”

“And then I get to have such an amazing ass?” you asked, squeezing him again with both hands.

His warm breath fanned your skin. “You do.”

You then narrowed your eyes at him. “You’re not scamming me, are you?”

Miguel’s lips grazed yours. “Scamming?”

Giving both his cheeks a few more squeezes, you straightened up.

“You sound like those shady fitness gurus from Earth-1610,” you feigned seriousness in your voice.

He surprised you by planting a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “I would never scam you.”

Then another kiss.

“What you see is what you get.”

Your fingers curled harder this time into his hard muscle, drawing his lower half closer. “That sounded so shad-”

Miguel interrupted you with a kiss, bringing both hands to cup your face, rubbing his thumbs along your cheeks.

You melted into his touch, smiling but not breaking the kiss.

He was so easy to love.

Eventually, he managed to tear himself away with a genuine teasing smile. “Was that shady?”

You patted both of his cheeks lightly, enjoying the slapping sound. “I may need more convincing.”

Masterlist

[ushys]

⸻ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐎’𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 (headcannons)

a/n: stop because i just saw the best mf miguel fanart on twitter (@ shuploc) and it’s just on my mind 24/7 like why is this man so damn fine 🤭

cw: fluff, little spicy, cussing, mentions of murder, fem! reader

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐋 seems like the type to only be nice and affectionate towards you, he has a little soft spot for you. this shocks many because he could literally be yelling at someone harshly but when you come through the door, he suddenly calms down and acts like nothing ever happened, leaving the other spider-mans befuddled.

— “𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐫𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚-“ miguel cuts himself off when he sees you enter the door. “hey miggy! what’s going on love?” you say, grinning. “𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐫, 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐥𝐞𝐭’𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤.” he says as he softly smiles, ignoring the peter who he just yelled at.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 miguel first met you, he didn’t really care that much about you. yeah, you were attractive but he couldn’t really talk to you due to the amount of work that was waiting on him. it’s only when you guys had to go on a mission together when he saw that you got hurt and he was worried sick. you healed pretty quickly but ever since that day, you guys made small talk, which then increased to longer conversations and over the few months, you both fell in love with each other and became comfortable with each other.

𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 sure to always ask if you’re okay after a mission. he wouldn’t want his love to come back hurt or even worse, dead. if you were to come back hurt, he would make sure you were the first to be treated and taken care of before the rest. after all, he cares about you the most.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 he comes back from a mission, extremely stressed, he will go look for you and just cuddle you. if he’s bigger than you, he’ll just hug you from behind and rest his face on the side of your neck while his arms are around your waist, pulling you close. you love giving him kisses on his face while he does this, feeling the warmth of both bodies.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 jealous easily. you’re there to comfort him and say that you wouldn’t leave him for anyone else but he still can’t help it. you’re his and only his.

𝐘𝐎𝐔 guys don’t really argue a lot, but when you do, he’s the first to apologize. he can’t stand having that burden of being mad at you, because what if you leave him? he wouldn’t know what to do without you.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 of affirmations is his favorite way of showing love. he loves complimenting you and boosting your confidence up because he doesn’t like you thinking badly about yourself. if he hears that you’re insecure about something, he’ll always be there to cheer you up.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐒 giving you hickeys to show off that you’re his. 🙊 and he’ll make sure to put them on the most visible spots so everyone can see. will usually do it when he’s jealous or just very affectionate.

𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐒 every part of you. there’s not a single thing he doesn’t like.

𝐈𝐅 there were to be an anomaly that would hurt you real bad, he would not be afraid to kill them. his job is to send them back to their universe but if he had to kill someone or something because they hurt you in the slightest, he wouldn’t be afraid to do so.

maybe i’ll create a part 2 to this but i’m already thinking of making a part 2 of miles as your boyfriend head cannons so 🙈

[tartagilasgf]

will you forever protect me? even from the darkest entities?

xiao x female reader (she/her pronouns).

warnings: degradation and praise, vaginal fingering, intercourse, dominant xiao, fem reader, foul language, use of cunt and tits, orgasm denial, edging.

‼️FANART isn’t mine, full art credits to the @ in the beautiful artwork‼️

-also can you pretty please like and follow me, and give suggestions in the comments, please! I’ll do anything you suggest fluff, smut, angst is allowed (preferably fluff or smut however!)

-may be a few typos and grammar errors.

-background: xiao is your new bodyguard after you discovered your (now ex) boyfriend had been stalking you and selling pictures of you online. xiao stays at your house, helping to pay rent as he is overpaid by your parents and he’s kinda mean but he wants to protect you and keep you from harm :(

being the oblivious, rebellious girl you are, you’ve been attempting to sneak out, wanting to have a little bit of fun without your strong, looming (and kinda scary) bodyguard, xiao. you had looked towards the shut door before returning your gaze to the large window infront of you, trying to quietly open it, once open you hear familiar footsteps. you quickly turn around and see xiao leaning against the wall behind you, crossed arms and obviously annoyed. he opens his eyes, his cold, amber eyes piercing yours. shit, you’ve been caught.

“xiao, it’s not what it looks like! i.. i was just getting hot in here! i swear!” you defend yourself, wavering your hands infront of you.

he steps closer to you, “someone got a little to adventurous tonight, don’t you agree?” he interrogates you, not believing your obvious lie, before continuing. “It’s winter, it’s cold in here. Besides, i can clearly see your goosebumps. you’re not very discreet, y/n.” he beckons, grabbing your arm and sliding his gloved hand over your goosebumps.

i exhale, looking up at you. “..maybe im not discreet but can you blame me? you’re constantly with me everywhere i go. i don’t need a watchdog looking over my shoulder.” I argue. he steps closer, now directly infront of me.

“don’t you know the dangers of going outside alone, huh? you know damn well your shitty ex is still obsessed with you, don’t think i didn’t see the messages you so desperately tried to hide from me.” xiao waits for your response, knowing you can’t say anything back because he’s right, as always.

i roll my eyes, letting out a frustrated huff, “yeah, whatever. i don’t care.” i wave my hand back and forth, dismissing the topic and walking into the kitchen, clearly showing my exasperation due to your harsh questioning. he follows me into the kitchen, watching my every move. observing me. i pour myself a mug of hot chocolate, feeling your presence behind me, daggers stabbing into my back.

“do you enjoy making me disgruntled?” xiao asks in a cold tone. he steps closer to you from behind, putting his arms onto the counter behind you, which just so happens to be beside your sides, trapping you. *he whispers into my ear, “are you satisfied with exploiting me, because i have quite a strong feeling you secretly like making me frustrated. your perseverance comes through once again, huh?” he wants a answer. no — he demands an answer, yet he doesn’t have to say it because his cold, dominant tone does.

i quietly gasp from the warmth of his voice traveling onto my neck, knowing he’d find out my little secret eventually.. yet i still deny, knowing he currently has me right where he wants me. i stay silent, unsure whether to voice my defensive statements or if i should be truthful with him.

xiao’s brows continue to furrow when you refuse to answer him, one of his arms move to your waist, squeezing it. silently demanding for your answer. the pressure of his gloved hand on your waist makes you bend forward and let out a quiet however noticeable “..fuck.”

after regaining your composure back, you finally speak, giving him an unpleasant answer. “w-what makes you think that?” he chuckles softly, his aura becoming more felt.

“maybe it’s the fact you constantly blush and avoid me when I get ‘too close’ or the fact im occurring frequently in your dreams. i know you want me, ive known it since day 1. you think you’re so complex but you really aren’t that difficult to figure out, agreed?” xiao responds, his amber eyes darkening. his hand grips your waist tighter. “are you done playing games y/n?” he turns you around without warning and makes you face him, pressing his muscular body into yours. he notices your face getting redder each second that passes.

i begin to get flustered, my back hoisting in on itself, legs becoming relatively weak. “what do you want me to say xiao? you want me to tell you i think you’re hot because if you do then I’ll tell you right here and now. i think you’re attractive. are you satisfied or are you gonna keep running that bitch mouth of yours?” my eyes suddenly broaden, realizing what i just said to you. panic displays in my eyes “s-shit! sorry! i swear to god, i didn’t mean it xiao! I’m so—sorry!” but before you can react he lays you down on the counter, pinning your arms above you. he bites his lip, drawing blood.

“hm.. don’t you think it’s rather shameful to talk to an adeptus like that, not only am i your bodyguard but aren’t you forgetting the power i have over weak humans like you?” he says, resentment laced in his voice. your eyes widen more, not knowing xiao was an adeptus you suddenly freeze, connecting the dots. god, you knew he was strong but him being an adeptus never crossed a thought in your mind. you begin apologising profusely before he picks you up and bringing you to your bedroom, sitting you down on the bed infront of him.

“s-seriously xiao! ..i had no idea you were an adeptus, i p-promise!” you whine, dishing out as many apologies as you can possibly think of and babble out. he leans down and pins your wrists to either side of your head, dipping his head and kissing you harshly, making you squirm under him. you whimper into the kiss, feeling your face get hotter when he slips his tongue into your mouth. he puts his knees on both sides of you, deepening the kiss and pulling back when he senses you’re nearly out of breath. “..do you want this?” he asks in a serious tone. you breathe deeply, nodding your head repeatedly, at a loss for words as you overcome with several different emotions.

he nods, and gets off the bed, instead standing infront of it. he squints his eyes for a moment, examining your hot, flustered body. “strip, now.” he demands, his gaze never leaving you.

“o-okay..” you reply nervously, biting your lip in pure anticipation and you begin to take off your shirt, revealing your dark green and teal lingerie set, confirming his thoughts of how you’ve been planning this, waiting for it to finally happen. you slip your cheeky shorts off, waiting for him to say something.

he instead laughs darkly. “it’s such a cute set, i appreciate how you bought my favorite colors. however, would it still look cute shredded on the floor? what do you think y/n, hm?” he questions, a small smirk playing on his wet lips. you blush and nod hesitantly, unsure of which answer is wrong and which one is right. he unbuckles his pants and takes off his shirt, revealing his tattoos, on display for you and you only. leaving his black boxers on, he gets on the bed hovering above you.

he kisses your lips with haste before moving down to your jawline, taking his sweet time. “p-please stop teasing me, xiao.” he smiles, completely ignoring your desperate pleas and continues to mark you, creating reddish-purple marks along your pretty jawline and neck, making you whimper and pout. he moves to your collar bone, one hand holding your arms above you while the other one slips under your pretty bra, playing with your sensitive tit. he smirks, feeling you try to grind your hips in desperation. “such a desperate slut, is that really all you are?” not giving you the courtesy of calling you your name, he degrades you. making your panties pool with arousal. you nod, squeezing your legs together and moan as he plays with your tit, teasing you.

his hand moves to the clasp of the bra, tearing it apart with no difficulty and carelessly throwing it on the floor. you whine as that was an expensive set but hey, there will be others. “it’s okay, pretty. i can always buy you another one.” his mouth lowers onto your tit, alternating between sucking and biting it.

“..a-ah! xiao, fuck me already! ah.. i-im begging you.. please! p-..pretty please!!” you beg miserably, in hopes he’d grant you your greatest wish. he continues to suck until he had enough with teasing you and he gently rubs his fingers over your thinly clothed pussy. you buck your hips furiously, trying to obtain more friction. he scoffs, “stop fuckin’ moving whore. ill touch you when i feel like it, you understand?” he pushes your hips down with his own, slightly rubbing his erect dick against your aching, covered pussy.

you nod, despite your obvious objection to how he’s teasing you. after he had enough of teasing you, he pulls your panties to the side, running his finger from your sensitive bud down to your hymen, making you uncontrollably moan once.

he smirks, “does a little touch really make you jolt that much?” he laughs at you, humiliating you slightly. ”oh god.. you’re soaked. I’ve barely even touched you yet.” he snorts in pure disbelief, his thumb rubbing your sensitive bud in circles. your hips pulsate up repeatedly, begging for more. “aah… p-please xiao, i..want y-you.. a-ah..” you beg in desperation once again. The corners of his lips curl up, forming a sinister smile. he takes off his black gloves and then quickly inserts a finger into your dripping pussy, slowly thrusting it in and out. you constantly moan and whine, arching your back for more. he starts going faster adding a third finger. “you’re enjoying this, aren’t you bitch?” a smile plays on his lips, his bright, white fangs showing when he degrades you. you nod your head repeatedly, feeling him curl his fingers, directly hitting your g-spot. “f-fuck! xiao, s-sir! i-im so.. ah.. close! ..shitshitshit!” you babble out, not caring about the embarrassment from your incoherent language. he, with haste pulls his fingers out as soon as you start clenching tightly around his digits, signaling you’re about to orgasm.

you whine, tears forming in your exhausted eyes. eager to cum you beg more, questioning him why he’s edging you and denying you of your wanted orgasm. “x-xiao, please! why won’t you l-let me cum! i-I’ve been good, right? right??” you chant repeatedly, hoping he’ll have a sliver of mercy. your puffy pussy unfortunately clenching around nothing. he laughs before flicking your clitoris twice. “do you remember when you asked me if I’m gonna keep running ‘that bitch mouth of mine’? I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t however, considering the fact i already fucked you partially senseless with some foreplay and finger-fucking.” he replies, a cold yet somewhat pitiful tone in his voice.

you frown, “i said i was sorry xiao, i was just.. upset and frustrated and i didn’t like being—cornered, by you may i add..” you admit, honestly. A tinge of sadness in your voice makes xiao become more.. sympathetic and he takes his boxers off, showcasing his painfully erect dick. for a second you seriously wonder if it’s gonna hurt trying to get it into you. he strokes his dick a few times before smearing your precum and arousal onto his tip. “are you.. absolutely sure y/n?” he asks, genuinely wanting your truthful answer. you nod without question, without hesitation.

“ah..this might hurt a bit pretty, okay? but.. i know you can take it, correct?” he aligns his dick with your puffy, needy cunt, and slowly pushes his tip in, giving you some time to adjust to the inhumanely girth. you, cry in pain before your pussy is stretched open from his length.

“y-you can start moving, xiao..” you confirm, holding his hand and kissing him on the cheek. he nods and slowly pushes most of his length into you, his tip curving into your g-spot slightly, grazing it. you grind your hips up, asking for more. he sees what you’re telling him and he pushes himself in all the way, waiting a moment before thrusting, each thrust picking up his pace, eventually abusing your g-spot mercifully, without stopping.

“f-fuck xiao! s-shitshitshitshit! oh my g—oh my god! im— im c-cumming! ah!” you babble incoherently, mind going blank from your long-needed orgasm. xiao kisses you, effectively shutting you up, silencing you. he reached his own orgasm, pulling out and cumming on your pretty, sore, mark covered abdomen. he pants, taking a moment to come down from his high. he gently kisses your cheek and wiping you with a clean, grey cloth and rubbing the tears from pleasure off of your face.

“you did good, i didn’t know a mere mortal like you could last that long, huh.” he somehow compliments and degrades you in a single sentence, but who are you to complain…

After all, as your bodyguard he had sworn to always protect you, even from the darkest entities.

[irkimatsu]

@monstrousvoice sent me fanart of Husk in a muzzle: https://www.tiktok.com/@zammyx0/video/7330695414468988166

And it's my favorite form of Husk art, the sort where I'm not sure whether to cry or be horny. Curse how hot this man looks in bondage, despite his unfortunate circumstances...

For fic purposes, though, I went strictly for the crying. Husk is being punished for disobeying Alastor, Reader finds him after a few days, hurt/comfort but mostly hurt ensues. 1.8k words. No sexual content but still emotionally rough, with mentions of alcoholism and withdrawal.

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“Niffty? Can I ask you something?”

You try not to make any startled movements as the small Sinner slowly turns her head and looks at you with her one large eye. She continues smacking her feather duster at the wall as she looks up at you. “Yeeeees?” she replies cheerfully.

“Have you seen Husk?” you say. “He hasn’t been at the bar for a few days, and no one else knows where he is. Not Charlie, not Vaggie, not Angel…” It’s not unlike Husk to disappear every so often, usually due to errands from Alastor, but it’s not like him to not warn you before vanishing for this long.

“Ohhh.”  Niffty giggles as she turns back to the wall and continues dusting. “Husker is being punished. He was a bad boy.”

“...punished?” Dear god, what did this little gremlin do to your boyfriend?!

“He’s supposed to do what the boss says! That’s the deal!” Niffty continues. “But he said no, so now he’s being punished! Those are the rules!”

“Do you know where he’s being, um… punished?”

“He’s in his room,” Niffty says casually. “He’s not allowed to leave until Alastor isn’t angry at him anymore.”

Alastor is mad at Husk, and now he’s being kept in his room like he’s a naughty child? The more you learn about Husk’s predicament, the less any of it makes sense. “You have a master key so you can do housekeeping, right, Niffty? Is there any way you could let me in there?”

“Nope, not supposed to!” she says. “Supposed to go in there to clean, that’s it! Don’t talk to him, don’t give him anything he asks for, nothing else!” 

“Please, Niffty?” you beg. “I’m worried about him…”

“Hm…” Niffty looks back up at you with her eye, giving no hint as to what on Earth is going on in her head. “Well… he is your bad boy, isn’t he? Maybe if I let you in, you’ll… punish him further?” God, her laughter about that is fucking creepy.

“Um… yeah…” You can’t be more committal about it than that, even if it’s for the sake of seeing Husk.

“Okay, I’ll let you in!” She pulls a key out of her pocket and hands it to you. “Don’t lose that! It works on all the doors in the hotel, so losing it would be very bad. And don’t let Alastor know I lent you that, or see you using it!” Her voice lowers to a menacing pitch. “Make sure you punish that bad boy real good, okay?”

You nod slowly until she turns back to her cleaning tasks, and as soon as her gaze isn’t glued to you, you immediately flee to the stairs.

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The reek of booze assaults your senses as soon as you open Husk’s door. You don’t know the last time Niffty has cleaned in here, but in that time, the floor has become littered with shattered glass and puddles of drink. You shut the door behind you and gingerly tiptoe around the mess as you look around for your boyfriend.

“Husk?” you call out quietly. Are you in here?”

Another full bottle rolls to the floor and shatters as the lump on the bed starts to squirm.

“Husk…?” you repeat, more concerned than ever, as you approach the bed. You slowly pull the blanket back to reveal Husk curled into a ball, his whole body concealed by his wings. They’re in a terrible state, with feathers pulled out in clumps that left behind bloodstains. His tail is curled around himself, and the plumage on the tip has been equally tattered.

Even more concerningly, now that the blanket is gone, you can see the metal chain tying him to his bedpost.

You gently stroke at his wing, only for him to growl and shrink back from your touch.

“Fuck off…” he groans, his voice muffled by what remains of his feathers.

“Husk, it’s okay. It’s me,” you assure him.

He slowly lifts one of his wings and stares at you with pupils blown wide. Now that you can see his face, you can see the chunk of metal fastened against his mouth with a series of leather straps. Only the extreme sides of his mouth are visible, just enough for you to see sharp teeth bared into a snarl. His only other attire is the metal cuff around his neck for his chain; the rest of his body is exposed, revealing deep claw marks and bald patches all over him.

“Husk!” you cry out in horror. “What happened?!”

“What are ya… doin’ here…?!” he asks in turn. You get the feeling he’d sound a lot angrier if he had the strength to. “Get out of here… he’s gonna... be pissed-” He interrupts himself with a groan and a series of dry heaves. “Fuck, fuck, fuck…” he grumbles to himself between heaving.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” you insist as you sit beside him on the bed. His body begins to spasm, and his heaving soon turns to sobs. You gently stroke one of his ears, knowing it won’t provide him any meaningful relief, but if there’s any sense of comfort you can give the poor man…

“...drink.” His groaning and mumbling finally manages to form a coherent word. “Haven’t… had a drink.”

Normally, the last thing this man ever needs is more alcohol. But as you put the pieces together, you begin to realize how he got into this state, and how this was done intentionally.

Niffty’s words echo in your mind. “Don’t give him anything he asks for!” All you can see is Husk desperately pleading with his friend for a drink, just one drink, even while both of them know she can’t risk that sort of mercy…

But you don’t owe Alastor any promises. “Where do you keep them?” you ask.

Husk weakly lifts a claw and points, and you follow the trail of glass and puddles he’s indicating to a cabinet pushed against his wall. You open the cabinet, and it’s just as much of a disaster as the floor, its shelves lined with more shattered bottles and puddles. Thankfully, you manage to find a miniature bottle of whiskey that’s survived the carnage. You take the bottle and rush it back to Husk’s side.

“Open it for me?” he asks weakly. You nod at him.

“I’ve got you. Don’t worry.”

You position yourself cross legged on the bed, then gently pull Husk’s shaking body into your lap, careful not to touch any of the bloody gashes in his skin. You balance the back of his head against the crook of your arm, then unscrew the cap on the bottle.

“I’ve got you,” you repeat, your voice much softer now, as you position the opening of the bottle against the exposed side of his mouth. “Are you ready?”

You’re not sure if his groaning response is a yes or no. All you can do is take a chance. You slowly tip the bottle up until the contents begin running out. Some of it runs down his chin and stains the panel over his mouth, but some manages to drip to where his tongue can reach. You finally find a position that gets most of the drink into his mouth, and he gulps desperately until the bottle is completely drained. Slowly, his tremors begin to cease, and his breathing becomes much less labored.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his voice little more than a ghost. “Thank you… thank you…”

Surely that one little bottle won’t be enough to fight his symptoms for long, but you’re not ready to leave his side just yet. You set the bottle down on the sheets and wrap your now-free arm around him to pull him closer to you.

You know you shouldn’t start crying. You’re supposed to be the one comforting him. And yet…

“Hey… doll…” he murmurs as he wipes a tear away with his claw. His paw is still trembling slightly, though not as badly as it was before you got him his drink.

“What happened?” you ask. “Niffty told me Alastor was upset with you, but that’s all I know…”

“She the one who gave you the key?” he asks. You nod in response, and you can just barely see  him smiling behind his muzzle. “So she figured out how to help me after all…”

“She told me I’d be in trouble if Alastor saw me in here,” you say.

“Yeah, you probably will,” he says. “Though I’ll be the one in real shit for accepting your help…”

“Why’s he this upset with you?” you ask.

“Refused his orders,” Husk says simply. “I don’t wanna do what he wants, so he’s drying me up until I’m desperate enough to go through with it. He’s done it to me before, he’ll do it to me again.”

Before? Again? You knew Husk and Alastor’s deal was heavily unbalanced to Husk’s detriment, but before now, you hadn’t fully grasped just how dire Alastor’s treatment could be.

“What is it that he wants you to do?” you ask.

He averts his gaze. “You don’t need to know that,” he says simply. “It’s just something I don’t wanna do. No matter what he does to me.”

“But what if he hurts you even worse if you keep refusing?” you ask. “I don’t want you to have to do something you’d hate! …but if it’s the only way… I couldn’t stand losing you, Husk…”

His next words are so quiet, and the muzzle doesn’t help you hear him any better. “...that’s how I feel about it, doll…”

You hold him in silence for a while, your only movement a continuous light scratch behind his ear. He returns the silence, only responding with a faint purr. As you hold him, you can’t help but look over the injuries to his body and his wings. Did Alastor do this to him?

On closer inspection, you notice that the tips of his claws are caked in dried blood…

“You should go,” he says. “I don’t want you to, but if he finds out…”

“I understand,” you say, trying your hardest not to imagine how badly Husk might be punished for daring to accept comfort in a time like this. “Just… whatever it is that Alastor’s asking you to do… I’ll understand if you do it, okay? I won’t blame you, no matter how awful. I just want you to get out of this…”

“...I can’t,” is all he says in response.

You lift him up so you can kiss the plate separating his mouth from yours; never before have you missed the taste of his alcohol and tobacco so much. He wraps his arms around you and cuddles close, and you can feel his tremors starting to return.

“I can get you another drink before-” you start.

He cuts you off. “Go,” is all he has to say. “Please.”

You kiss his forehead, desperate to feel his warmth somehow, before gently laying him back down on the bed. As soon as you let go of him, he returns to his earlier position, tucked in by his own tattered feathers. You give his wing a few more strokes, and this time he doesn’t flinch; he doesn’t do anything at all.

The only thing you can do now is leave, give Niffty her key back, and hope with everything you have that even Alastor is capable of some level of mercy for the man you love so much.

[izzy2210]

Skirt

“Hey Eds, do you think this fits me?” Steve is standing in the bathroom, picking out his clothes for Eddie’s concert, while Eddie is doing the same in their bedroom. They decided to surprise each other with new outfits, normally they’d change together. “One sec, honey, I just need to lace my boots and I’ll be right with you!” Steve can hear the smirk in his voice, and the small “Oh shit..” right after he said it. “Boots, huh?” Steve laughs, and then Eddie knocks on the door. "Can I come in?” “Yeah!” Steve sees Eddie’s fingers, adorned with his favorite rings curl over the door, and then he pushes it open.

Eddie’s wearing a cropped tank top, showing off what Steve thinks is too much of his happy trail, high boots and even higher socks, and honest to god a skirt, a black one, with a white stripe across the bottom. 

Steve’s wearing a white, short-sleeved button-up, with a black tie that Eddie is definitely going to pull later, white sneakers and thigh-high socks, and you’d never guess, a skirt, with a black stripe across the bottom.

His mouth falls open at the sight of his boyfriend’s outfit, and so does said boyfriend’s. “You look stunning..” He whispers, finally, walking over to his boyfriend, grabbing his hips and pulling him in for a kiss, and another, and another, until he lifts him up and sets him down on the sink, his hands on his thighs. “So beautiful..” Steve whines while Eddie presses kiss after kiss against his lips, slowly moving down his throat. “Eddie.. Eddie, you need to perform in a bit..” Steve pushes him away gently. “But you’re so pretty, Stevie-boy.. How will I ever concentrate on singing while you’re like this?” “How will I ever concentrate on your music while you’re like this?” Steve responds, and they both giggle, pressing their foreheads together. “I love you, pretty boy.” Eddie murmurs, and presses a kiss on Steve’s lips. “Love you more, rockstar.” He slides off of the sink, just in time for Eddie’s manager to yell “There’s one more minute before you have to go on stage, Eddie!” 

"It's impossible that you love me more." Eddie decides, and Steve giggles again, fixing Eddie’s skirt and slapping his ass playfully before he leaves the bathroom. “Good luck, babes. I’ll be right in the front.” He smiles one more time, and leaves the bathroom as well, going left instead of right, to the VIP places instead of the stage.

The next morning, the papers talk about ‘Eddie Munson’s provocative and revealing outfit’, but Steve will only talk about how good they both looked, and Eddie will only talk about how fun it was to throw those skirts on the floor of their apartment after the show. 

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ayo this was really fun to write and if anyone wants to make fanart of this id love that (not forced ofc i just love to see my vision in art) anyways @steddieas-shegoes @inklessletter i think you would like this

[aninklingof]

Not a Big Deal

Welcome to part 2 of the tickle monster au! 😁 Part 1 here <3

Lee! Sapnap yay ❤️

Warnings: swearing ✨platonic✨

Fanart of the fic at the end!

Enjoy!

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It wasn’t just a dream. It couldn’t possibly be, because half a week later Dream continued to be tormented by the monster under his bed every night. At 12 AM on the dot Dream would be woken up by velvety tendrils teasing his poor hypersensitive body, the shadowy being to whom they belonged taunting him while staring down at him with its bright purple glare.

Dream would be forced to endure the tickly torture until the being decided it was full. Sometimes it would only tickle the blonde for an hour, sometimes three. However it never seemed to stay past 4 AM.

Dream was starting to visibly deteriorate from having his sleep interrupted nightly. Sapnap and George began to notice how quiet the taller was, how he seemed more sluggish, and of course the massive purple bags under his eyes.

When the blonde did talk to his two roommates the conversation would always inevitably devolve into Dream swearing up and down that the monster was real and George arguing back that it was simply not possible. The change in dynamic was making Sapnap anxious.

Sapnap wanted to believe it was all merely a recurring night terror, Dream was still only getting worse. Whenever Sapnap or George would even brush past the bigger man he would flinch away with a heartbreaking whimper, like his nerves were shot from whatever he experienced every night.

It was Wednesday after nearly a week that Dream snapped, shouting loudly at George while they had been bickering:

“If you don’t believe me then why don’t you see for yourself?! Spent a night in my bed, you’ll believe me then!!” Dream then stormed off to his room fuming, leaving his half-eaten bowl of cereal forgotten on the table.

George scoffed and muttered something about how Dream was being dramatic and began scrolling on his phone but Sapnap stared down the hall after the older, turning over the words in his head.

The brunette spent all day thinking over what Dream had said until he finally made up his mind. Approaching the blonde’s bedroom door, he knocked softly on the wood.

“Dream?”

“Come in.”

He turned the door handle and opened the door to see Dream staring at his monitor blankly, seemingly editing a video. “Hey Dream.”

“Hi Sap.” He croaked.

Sapnap sat on the edge of Dream’s bed, quickly crossing his legs on the mattress when the thought of the possible monster living under it itched at the back of his brain. After hesitating a moment, he finally spoke.

“I thought about what you’d said this morning,” he started, staring at his hands while he fidgeted nervously.

“Yeah? What about it?” Dream prompted, spinning around to face Sapnap.

“We can… we can swap beds tonight. I’m— I’m worried about you, and if you’re this serious about this… monster… then I’ll spend the night in your room.”

Dream looked like he was about to cry. He quickly leaped out of his chair and hugged Sapnap around the neck, startling the younger man. He blinked and gingerly wrapped his arms around the blonde.

“It’s okay Dream, it’s alright.. it’s not that big of a deal.”

At least that’s what Sapnap hoped.

~

Sapnap opened his eyes to the dimly lit ceiling of Dream’s room. He blinked blearily and turned his head to read the clock on the bedside table: 12:00 AM.

“Well what do we have here?” A deep voice purred, startling Sapnap into full awareness.

The brunette lifted his head off the pillow to look down the foot of the bed, only to see a looming shadowy blob towering above him.

“Wh-What the f-fuck???” Sapnap stuttered.

“You’re not Dream. Perhaps one of his housemates?” The creature pondered, it’s big catlike eyes never blinking as they glared hungrily at the man in the bed.

“N-No, this— this isn’t real,” Sapnap’s voice shook as he began to realize that Dream wasn’t lying— and also that he was stuck to the bed.

“Oh it’s very real,” the being purred. “In fact, allow me to show how real I am.”

Many long shadowy tentacles unfurled from the creature and crept towards Sapnap’s vulnerable body. Sapnap simply struggled and watched in terror, cursing himself for choosing to sleep shirtless.

At the first stroke against the brunette’s body, he knew he was going to die. The velvety texture of the tentacles against his bare skin sent shockwaves of tickles through his whole body, and it was intense.

“Wahahahahait!!! Wahahahait plehehehease!!!” He cackled, squirming left and right as dozens of tendrils explored his upper body. “Wehehehe cahahahan tahahahalk ahahahabout thihihihis!!”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing to talk about. Laugh for me, tickle toy~”

Unbearable tickling invaded Sapnap’s underarms and threw the poor man into hysterics. “WHAHAHAHA WAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!!! GEHEHEHET OHOHOHOUTTA THEHEHEHERE!! FUHUHUHUCK!!”

Tears pricked the corners of Sapnap’s eyes, it was so much. Tentacles tickled his armpits, ribs and eventually his thighs ruthlessly. His chest ached with how hard he was laughing— how hadn’t he woken up Dream and George yet?

“You’re quite ticklish, and I thought Dream was sensitive!” The creature teased, his low rumbling voice worsening the electric tingles that flooded his system.

“PLEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAP!! FUHUHUHUCK, IHIHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES!!”

~

The next morning Dream awoke feeling relieved. He hadn’t been tormented in the middle of the night, and it was refreshing to get a full uninterrupted night of sleep.

He left Sapnap’s room and headed to the kitchen, but as he walked past his door it opened and out walked a disheveled and exhausted-looking Sapnap.

The brunette looked up at Dream with bloodshot eyes, taking a long time to seemingly process the man in front of him, before finally he spoke.

“We need a fucking exorcist or some shit.”

~~~~~

[fatuifucker]

second stream: so empty that it's full

[art cr: kuroume_1024 on twt]

dom trans! streamer! scaramouche x sub fem-sex reader (they/them pronouns used for reader)

SUMMARY = period cramps and body dysphoria are not a good combination

WARNINGS = please view the sucker series masterlist for the full warnings! minimal smut more angst, toys (vibrator), period, suicide threats, cutting mention, copendence, unhealthy relationship, body dysphoria

W/C = 1.2k

A/N = no beta read this time or a lot of smht but there is a lot of toxic scara

TAGS = @midnxght-sweet-time, @zen-daydreams, @edenialucas, @huboi, @nejibot, @lovediluc, @yumixxn, @teallapril

kuni @kamikuzushi

FUCK MY CRAMPS ARE KILLING ME (NAME) HURRY UP AND COME BACK

kuni @kamikuzushi

goddamnit do I really have to stream like this

kuni @kamikuzushi

oh whatever at least this celebration stream is gonna make me feel better

scara-sama @/06ScaraBalladeer

Today I want to show my appreciation for 10k subscribers! I’ll be looking through all your fanart and responding to all your questions on stream! Don’t be weird, okay? ^-^

—

Scara starts the stream with her signature smile and catchphrase. “Good day everyone! How is everybody doing?” Her mind whirls up thoughts of an expensive celebration dinner as red superchats start ringing in. “We’ve reached 10k subscribers! Thank you so much for all your support! Today, we’re going to be looking through your fanart on Twitter!”

Scara opens up the page and clicks on fanart tag. Her ever-present smile nearly morphs into a frown.

“I…I can’t show this! You know I can only look at wholesome fanarts, right?” she forces a laugh, immediately scrolling past the provocative fanart only to be met by more. “I’ll just…keep scrolling until I can find ones I can show.”

Thankfully, there are a lot of tasteful ones. But it isn’t enough to get rid of the bitterness in her throat at all those…other fanart. Men really do see women as fuck toys, huh? As Scara takes a sip of water, she accidentally catches her reflection in the mirror. Her dress — although conservative and shows no skin at all — somehow does enhance the size of her breasts. It usually doesn’t bother her but…

He swallows the bile in his throat, trying to silence the growing darkness in his head as he forces her finger to continue scrolling.

—

[You received a text from Kuniku<3!]

Kuniku<3: my head hurts like a bitch

Kuniku<3: so fucking loud

Kuniku<3: hurry n come back idiot

Kuniku<3: i wanna throw up

Kuniku<3: i wanna die

Kuniku<3: if you don’t come back quick ill fucking kill myself

Kuniku<3: do you want me to kill myself?

Kuniku<3: come back home

Kuniku<3: hurry

—

The door to the room creaks open. Kunihiko jolts, darting his eyes over to the figure. He relaxes upon realising who it is. "You took so fucking long. It's like you want me to die."

You sat next to him. "You know that's not true.”

"No. No, I don't know that,” he mutters, clenching onto the hem of his shorts. “You left. Why would you leave for so long? You know I despise it.”

“I’m sorry.” You wrap your arms around his tiny frame. “I’m here now. You can cry on me.”

His quivering arms return the hold, fingers digging into the fabric of your shirt. He doesn’t say anything for a while and you return the silence.

“Do you think it would be better if I died?"

“No.”

“Why? There’s nothing for me here. Nobody would give a shit if I kill myself.”

“Your fans would.”

Kuni scoffs. “Maybe. Maybe not. They care about Scara anyway. Not me.”

“I would care.”

“...Yeah, I guess it does matter to you," he laughs; a pathetic, hollow laugh. “You’re not being very convincing.”

“Sorry, do you wanna try something else?”

He releases you, a distant look in his eyes as he reaches for a remote beside him, placing it in your palm. “Turn it on. You know what to do.”

Kunihiko tenses up the second you switch it on, going back to wrap his arms around your neck. You stay still, allowing your boyfriend to rest his head on your shoulder while you hold him tight. Sweat drips down his brow, a slight pain sending a shock down your spine when his teeth bites into your skin. You crank up the speed, and Kuni moans in delight. “Fuck, that feels good. God, I wish you could fuck me right now.”

You move to kiss him but before you could do anything, he seizes your jaw and shoves his tongue inside your mouth. You nearly choke at the intrusion. He’s aggressive, much rougher than usual, as if he is trying to forget his thoughts by indulging in you. As usual, you don’t mind, letting him do whatever he wants with you. You prefer he manhandle you than cut himself again.

"(Name),” he pants as soon as the two of you separate. “Do you still see me as a girl?"

"I have always seen you as Kuni,”

Kuni cackles. “Yeah right! You suck on my boobs everytime we have sex."

"Because you said you like it?” you say, tilting your head. “If it makes you feel uncomfortable, I'll stop."

“No,” Kuni’s voice drops, laced with ire and a hidden shade of anxiety at that notion. “What’s the fucking point of me getting nipple piercings if you’re not going to play with them?”

“Sorry,” you mutter, planting a kiss on Kuni’s forehead. “But just know that I love you no matter how you present yourself.”

“Then,” Kuni pushes you away, indigo irises lacking the usual scorn and air of superiority, “don’t ever leave for that long again. Or I’ll kill myself. Understood?”

A shiver — no, more like a dangerous electricity — rushes down your spin, your survival instincts forcing a quick nod from you. All of a sudden, the tension dissipates and Kuni smiles warmly at you again. He slides his tongue in your mouth again, his hand finding yours and moving it to max out the speed of the vibrator.

“Fuck! Ho-holy fuck, this thing is amazing...” Kuni moans, mouth hanging open in a euphoric expression. “Shit, I–! (Name)!”

“I’m here, Kuni,” you reassure him, pulling up his shirt to leave lovemarks on his collarbone. “I’ll always be here for you.”

“(Name), I can’t–!”

Kuni’s nails dig into your back as he twitches, puffing for air before his legs give in and he lands on your thighs. You turn off the remote before patting him on the back.

“You okay?”

“Mm...” he mumbles groggily. “Go and run me a bath.”

Scooping him into your arms, you lay him on the bed, watching as he turns over and hugs one of the pillows before leaving him to recover.

—

[You received a text from Kuniku<3!]

Kuniku<3: did u buy a bath bomb lol

Kuniku<3: smells nice

Kuniku<3: we should bathe together when im off my period

Kuniku<3: oh ya can u heat up my heat pack

Kuniku<3: before that cook me instant ramen

You’re typing…

You: Anything else?

Kuniku<3: oo yes answer this in ten seconds

Kuniku<3: what would u do if u could make time stop forever?

You’re typing…

You: I would cuddle with you

Kuniku<3: wow

Kuniku<3: that was a setup for a joke i had but thats so disgustingly wholesome that i forgot

Kuniku<3: is this the same bitch who asks me to choke them with my thighs? LMAOOO

Kuniku<3: kinda cute tho

Kuniku<3: fineee since ur so needy n im a good bf lets go out

Kuniku<3: my sis' cultural fes is this friday

Kuniku<3: apparently her class is doing a maid cafe lollll

Kuniku<3: would fucking love to see the look on her face when she sees us

Kuniku<3: if thats too lame we can sightsee around asakusa

Kuniku<3: or…we could go to a love hotel

Kuniku<3: so? which will it be?

[Your answer]

[ozzgin]

Finishing up requests & October plans

Hi again, you might have noticed that requests are as of now temporarily closed. My To-Do list has gotten rather long and I’d like to take my time to finish up everything in my drafts and inbox until the end of September. This is not a shut door per se, I just want to decrease traffic and reduce the workload.

Mid-October I’ll be starting school again, so I sadly won’t have as much time to write whenever I feel like it. Additionally, I’d like to take some time to work on longer stories I’ve had in mind. I’ll prepare some content for October as well, including maybe the occasional Baki fanart using prompts (since everyone has been very nice about my doodles and I’d like to practice more in Procreate). I’m very excited for Halloween and I’d love to post themed Baki stories and other misc!

So yeah. I’ll finish up all current requests, prepare some works for October and once the schedule empties up a little I’ll resume with asks. Hopefully that’s okay. Thank you once again for all the support, I don’t interact much because I’m cripplingly awkward but I’m deeply grateful nonetheless.

[alyhorse6]

I’ll See You Sunday

AN: I promise I’m working on any requests I have rn, but this hit me and I needed to get it down. This fic was 100% inspired by the fanart above by @lightsintheskye 🫡

AU Context/synopsis: Annette and William are both renowned medical professionals. Annette is a cardiothoracic surgeon, William is a cancer researcher, Wesker is still the captain of S.T.A.R.S. (except he's loyal and doesn't have ill intentions), and Y/n is a S.T.A.R.S. Alpha Team Member. Y/n and Wesker are particularly close. One night Annette & William have a highly honored banquet/award ceremony to attend and need someone to look over little Sherry for the evening. Surely Uncle Albert would be willing to help them out…

Warnings: These characters are nothing like their in-game personalities, but it’s my AU and I do what I want, intense fluff🤧

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It was around 3:30 in the afternoon when Wesker received a text from his stepbrother William asking him if he would be available to watch his niece. He didn’t open the message at first, instead, he panicked and texted one of his closest friends for help.

•*•*•*•

Are you available tonight?: Wesker

Y/n: Yeah… why?

I have an emergency: Wesker

Y/n: What happened?

William asked me to babysit Sherry, but I have no clue what to do with a kid: Wesker

Y/n: Albert Wesker. Are you kidding me.

What??: Wesker

Y/n: You said an emergency!

This is an emergency!: Wesker

Y/n: Whatever. What do you need me for?

I need you to come help me :): Wesker

Y/n: Aye aye, Captain🫡

Don’t mock me😑: Wesker

•*•*•*•

After speaking with Y/n, Wesker agreed to do it. William instructed him to arrive no later than 5:30, giving Wesker only 20 minutes to fly across town from the Police Station to the Birkins’ penthouse. In all honesty, Wesker dreaded this whole experience. It had nothing to do with Sherry, she was an angel, but something told him that it would be a long night.

He made it to the complex at 5:25 pm, relieved that he hadn't encountered any traffic police on his route. To meet his deadline, he drove at 35 miles per hour, which was 10 miles above the speed limit, through the bustling and chaotic streets of Raccoon City. In a hurry, Wesker dashed through the opulent lobby and made a beeline for the elevators, frantically hitting the up button. As soon as the elevator chimed, he strode in, elated to find it empty. He punched the button for the top floor, relaxed his body, and leaned against the back wall. Gradually, the elevator began its smooth ascent to the desired floor. The elevator came to a stop with a low hum, and the number "35" glowed brightly in the top right corner on a small screen. Wesker stepped out of the elevator and found himself in the entry room of the penthouse.

•*•*•*•

When do you think you'll be here?: Wesker

Y/n: I should be at the complex in ten

I'll see you when you get here: Wesker

•*•*•*•

Wesker waltzed up to the elaborate double doors that led into the home. He breathed in and held it as he knocked firmly, desperate to just get in and get his step-brother and his wife out and on their way to their banquet.

William greeted Albert with a warm smile as he answered the door, "Hey there, Albert! It's great to see you again!"

Wesker forced a smile, deeply unappreciative of the use of his first name, “Hey Will.”

Will leaned in to whisper, “Annette has been freaking out over this whole thing. I don't know if she’s more worried about leaving Sherry for this long or the event in general. This will be the longest we've left Sherry since she was born, but it’s been four months, it's gotta happen sometime.”

“I've got this Will, don’t worry. Plus I'll have help.” Wesker smirked

William narrowed his eyes, “Help? Who've you wrangled into helping you this time?”

“This time?? You say it like I never do anything on my own.” Wesker griped

“Just tell me who it is.” William huffed

Wesker rolled his eyes, “I asked Y/n to help me out.”

“Y/n? Is that the chic from S.T.A.R.S. that you’ve got a crush on?” William snickered

Wesker responded, but not without his jaw dropping slightly, “I do not have a crush on her! Crushes are for kids, which I am not.”

“Yeah yeah, whatever you wanna tell yourself,” William smirked

William eventually moved aside and allowed Wesker to enter. As they walked through the front doors, they found themselves in the luxurious living room that could have easily been featured in an exclusive millionaire's catalog. Wesker’s basic apartment looked like a shack compared to this singular room. He'd been here hundreds of times, and yet it never failed to slap him across the face every time he saw it. The room was filled with pretty potted plants, glorious gold detailing, and a coat of the finest beige paint on every wall.

William and Wesker stood around for a few minutes until Annette appeared from the hallway, holding little Sherry in her arms, looking like a munchkin.

“Here she is” Annette greeted with an open-mouthed smile.

Wesker reached a hand out to Sherry, “Hey there! It’s me, Uncle Albert.” The only time Wesker willingly used his first name was with Sherry. She was a weakness.

Sherry cooed a bit and then smiled when she saw her Uncle. Wesker grinned at the little person being so happy to see him. Annette passed the baby to him, and he cradled her softly, swaying back and forth.

“You two better get out of here, your banquet starts at 6:15.” Wesker shooed

William checked his watch and sighed, “I suppose you're right.”

Annette waved Wesker and Sherry goodbye and walked out to the elevator. William quickly turned back around to get one more little jab, “Good luck with your crush Weskie!” He smirked and ran off to join his wife.

Wesker huffed and looked to Sherry, “Don't listen to your silly goose of a father, I do not have a crush.”

Wesker walked toward the living room and sat down before feeling a buzz from his pocket.

•*•*•*•

Y/n: I'm in the lobby coming towards the elevator, make sure I can get in😘

Don’t you worry your pretty head: Wesker

Y/n: Awe you think I’m pretty?🥺

Definitely not.: Wesker

Y/n: And here I was thinking I’d get a date😪

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About 10 minutes passed before a few soft knocks passed through the door. Wesker got up and opened it greeting Y/n with a kind smile, always unable to help but to smile with her around. Y/n smiled back and waved gently to the man, before giving a little wave and a grin to the adorable baby in his arms.

“Hello there Sherry! I’m Y/n, your Uncle’s friend!” She spoke softly

The infant giggled and smiled at the young woman in front of her. Y/n looked up to Wesker, “Has she ever laughed?? I don’t wanna steal that from her parents!”

“She has don’t worry. She was an early giggler.” Wesker soothed with a small smile. His favorite woman as caring as ever.

The two walked into the penthouse and sat down on the sofa side by side. Wesker would be a lying man if he failed to admit that being with Y/n in this type of setting made his face feel warmer, it was such a rare occasion for him to see Y/n outside of work or a work group. He wanted more of this.

The two sat and talked for a while, Sherry occasionally making sounds from Wesker’s arms, before eventually slowly starting to cry.

“Oh sweetie what’s the matter?!” Y/n fretted

Wesker handed her over to the woman. She didn’t smell, she didn’t seem sleepy, must be hungry. “Hey Wesk, could you heat up a bottle for her?” Y/n asked doe-eyed with worry

“Got it!” Already making his way to the fridge

Y/n followed behind him to the kitchen, delicately bouncing the little one on her hip. Both of the girls watched as Wesker tapped his finger on the counter waiting for the bottle warmer to ding. By now Sherry’s cries had died down some, but she still sniffled and shook in infant distress. Finally, the ding sounded through the room and Wesker removed the bottle, then tested the temperature on his hand. It passed the test so he handed it off to Y/n. She walked back over to the sofa and laid Sherry back in her arms, tipping the nub of the bottle to the baby’s mouth. Wesker joined the two and watched as Sherry started eating. Once she seemed content both Wesker and Y/n relaxed back into the cushions. Y/n faintly grinned at Sherry, while behind her Wesker happily grinned at the sight of her and his niece. Sherry stared brightly at Y/n’s face and grasped at her top, satisfied with her bottle.

Some time passed before Sherry finished. Afterward, Y/n burped her and then passed her back over to her Uncle. Wesker let her lay in his arms while the pair talked for a bit. At some point along the way Sherry got a little squirmy in his arms, so Y/n came up with an idea.

Y/n smirked mischievously at Wesker before asking, “Do they have something to play music on?”

“Yeah- why?” He eyed the young woman

“Can you turn on some Disney songs?”

Y/n asked, batting her eyelashes

Wesker handed Sherry back over to Y/n and got up to silently do as he was asked. He couldn’t bring himself to say no to any request Y/n asked of him. The music started, ‘Un Poco Loco’ from the movie Coco playing throughout the room. Y/n stood from her seat and started to bounce and slowly spin around the room while Sherry giggled. Wesker leaned on the counter and watched the two, giggling softly when Sherry slightly kicked her sock-clad feet. Y/n laughed while they danced to the music.

‘A Whole New World’ from Aladdin came on and Y/n looked over to Wesker, “Come dance with us.” A sweet smile on her face

Wesker couldn’t argue. He walked over to the pair and they swayed back and forth. Sherry stared up into her Uncle’s eyes and smiled. He smiled back at her and held her small hand as they swayed. Y/n admired Wesker as he watched his little niece. She couldn’t deny the crush that had formed on her Captain over the years working with him. He was always so kind to her, listening to her every word when they conversed, making her coffee throughout the day, and always greeting her with a smile. She couldn’t help but fall for the handsome young man when he was just so kind to her.

The song has long since changed, but the swaying continued. Over time Sherry grew sleepy, her blinking becoming slow and heavy. The two decided it was time to call it a night for the little one, carrying her to her nursery. Y/n changed Sherry’s diaper and clothes before swaddling her slowly. Wesker watched every step from over Y/n’s shoulder. It might’ve sounded weird to other people, but Wesker wanted something like this with Y/n. He wanted to spend each evening like this. He’d known the young woman for around 5 years now, and although he’d never admitted his feelings or made any moves on her, he liked her a lot. Maybe all the jokes about him crushing were true. He knew he felt differently about her, he just didn’t want to call it a crush and allow it to seem like some childish flit of life. He wanted so desperately to invite Y/n out to dinner, or the movies, or maybe even to stargaze on the outskirts of the city, but he got nervous anytime he thought about it.

Y/n slowly lowered Sherry into her crib, brushing some stray hairs out of her face once she relaxed into the mattress. She stepped out of the way and allowed Wesker to give her a small kiss on her forehead before they left the room. The two walked down the hall back out to the living room, opting to sit out on the roof to enjoy the warm evening air. They sat next to each other in the cushioned chairs and talked. They talked about work, their personal lives, anything. Eventually, it started to get a bit too windy to sit outside anymore, so they went back into the living room. They watched whatever random movie was on, but eventually, Y/n got sleepy too, her head slowly slipping down onto Wesker’s shoulder. He noticed as soon as it happened, looking down and smiling at the tired woman next to him.

They stayed like that for a good while. Peaceful, Sherry sleeping soundly in her room. Somewhere around 12:30, the hushed sound of the front door being unlocked could be heard. Annette and William quietly walked in, not wanting to wake their daughter. Annette immediately went to check on her baby girl, while William just silently smirked at his stepbrother. Wesker waved him off, and he left the two to join his wife in the nursery. Wesker sighed lowly, dreading the thought of waking Y/n up and this moment with her ending. He leaned down and kissed the top of her head softly, before quietly calling her name to wake her. The woman stirred lightly, slowly opening her eyes and looking around.

She came back to the present when she spotted Weaker and smiled gently, “Hi”

“Hi” he whispered back with a small grin

Y/n sat up slowly, stretching her arms and yawning along the way. She looked back over to Wesker, dreading the idea of getting up.

“I'll walk you to your car,” he murmured

Y/n hummed lowly, “Yes, please.”

The two stood from the sofa and walked out to the elevator. The ride down to the lobby was slow. Wesker chewed on the inside of his cheek, debating on whether he should ask Y/n out to dinner. The elevator dinged, signaling their arrival to the lobby. They walked over to the garage elevator and descended to their cars. Wesker walked Y/n to her car, he could tell she was still kind of sleepy.

“Do want me to just give you a ride home? You're sleepy and I want you to be safe,” he offered

Y/n looked over at him and blushed, “I'll be okay, thank you though.”

“Well… could I at least maybe take you to dinner? Just you and me,” he mumbled sheepishly

A smile spread on Y/n’s face as her blush grew, “I'd like that a lot”

Wesker smiled giddily, “Sunday… pick you up at 5:30?”

“It's a date!” Y/n cheered, turning to face the man next to her as they reached her car door

“It’s a date” Wesker mirrored

The two smiled at each other for a minute. Y/n speaking up first, “I suppose I better go home and get to bed…”

“You get your rest Y/n, sleep well.” Wesker agreed

Y/n smiled up at him, “You sleep too Wesk. I need you rested for our date”

Wesker grinned back at the young woman in front of him, “Bye my dear, I’ll see you Sunday.”

“Bye Wesk, I’ll see you Sunday.”

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AN: Should I continue this AU? And if so, if any of you guys have any name suggestions for the AU either comment them or send them in my ask box. Bye Angels!🤍

[tojiswhore-nanamisslut]

Good Movies and Better Friends

pairing: Nobamaki but really this is more about friend dynamics between Nobara and Yuuji with a little bit of Megumi and Yuuji.

warnings: N/A this is primarily fluff! Little bit of angst because Nobara gets her feelings hurt but it all ends well :)

synopsis: Nobara ends up getting in a fight with Maki but Yuuji comforts her with a hug and multiple rom-coms.

word count: 3k

a/n: This was inspired by this fanart! It was so hard to think of a reason for Nobara and Maki to fight but I did my best lol. Also it's almost 6AM and I'm posting this I wrote it in one-sitting bc I needed to just get it out so hopefully the writing isn't too bad.

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Yuuji was awake watching Human Earthworm 5 when he heard the sound of the front door opening and closing. Who was coming back at this hour? He had asked if Fushiguro and Kugisaki wanted to binge the Human Earthworm series with him but they both said they already had plans. 

“I have...errands to run.” Megumi responded. He didn’t meet the other boy’s eye when he said it, though. 

“Aww all day?” Yuuji pouted. 

Megumi cleared his throat, still not looking at his best friend and just gave a curt, “Yeah.”

Yuuji, bummed by Megumi’s response, looked hopefully at Nobara, “What about you Kugisaki? We could even do face masks!” Yuuji wasn’t one to have a skincare routine, but he knew how much Nobara enjoyed cosmetics, so he hoped the idea of a face mask would be enough to entice her. 

“Hmm, while the face mask is tempting, I’m not interested in some gross worm man. Plus,” and she gave a little flick of her hair with a smug expression on her face, “me and Maki are finally going on another date tonight and I’ve been prepping for it since yesterday! I got my hair cut, painted my nails, and bought a whole new outfit just for tonight!” Kugisaki said excitedly. “You should probably still do the face mask though, Itadori, your skin looks like it could use some hydration.” At that, she gave a little wave to the two boys saying she needed to start getting ready. 

Yuuji looked at Megumi, a confused expression on his face, “Why is she getting ready so early if she said her plans are tonight?”

“I don’t know... But I should also get going. See you later, Itadori.” Megumi gave a wave and then there was nobody in the common room but Yuuji. 

“Welp! Their loss.” And Yuuji made his way to the kitchen to start warming up some popcorn. 

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Nobara met Maki at the school gates, excited for their date out on the town. It wasn’t often they found time to go out and Maki had been away on a mission, so it had been a while since they really got to have a conversation too. 

“Hi Maki!” Nobara skipped excitedly up to the girl.

“Hey. You ready?” Maki responded with a smile and hooked her arm out. 

“Of course!” Nobara beamed and hugged Maki’s outstretched arm. 

The girls spent some time in the city, getting food, shopping (although it was mainly Nobara shopping and Maki holding her bags), and just generally enjoying each other’s company, walking hand in hand. 

Everything was going great until they ran into Mai. She was out with Momo and Miwa, the latter girl the only one who wasn’t carrying a bag. 

When Mai noticed them, she smirked, “Wow Maki. I never expected you’d meet anyone who could put up with you in a relationship.”

“Yeah I guess I got lucky. I’m not surprised you still haven’t found anyone yet, though.” Maki smirked back. 

“Oh I’m just more selective with who I choose to share myself with.” And she looks Nobara up and down with a slightly disgusted look on her face. 

Nobara’s face flamed. How dare she talk about her and Maki like that! “Don’t kid yourself! Maki is prettier, smarter, AND has a better personality than you!”

“Aww Maki your plaything seems to actually think highly of you. Too bad we’re the rejects of the Zen’in clan.” Mai cooed. 

Maki’s face hardened, “Not for long. I’ll make them recognize me one way or another.”

Mai laughed, “How? By being pretty, smart, and having a great personality? Stop fooling yourself.”

Nobara had a choice insult on the tip of her tongue when she felt a hand on her shoulder, cutting her off. 

“You’ll see. They all will.” And with that, Maki turned and walked away.

Nobara stuck her tongue out at Mai, accompanied by a rude gesture, before running to catch up with Maki.

“She’s so mean and it shows in how dry her skin is, but you’ll make her eat her words!” Nobara beamed at Maki. 

Maki kept walking, not looking at Nobara, “Yeah.”

Nobara could sense the tension in her tone and laced her fingers in Maki’s, “Hey, I think you’re amazing and strong and can do anything. I don’t think you need to prove anything to anyone. You’re perfect just as you are.” 

Maki’s grip on Nobara’s hand tightened as she balled her hands into fists, “I don’t need your approval or your pity. If I was perfect then I wouldn’t need these damned glasses or be stuck as a grade 4 sorcerer. If I was perfect I wouldn’t have been disowned by my own family.”

Maki gritted her teeth, anger flaring. Nobara winced as Maki’s grip on her hand tightened, “Maki my ha-” but she was cut off by Maki’s yelling. 

“And I don’t need you to stick up for me especially if you’re just going to lie about who I am! I’m not perfect, I can't even see curses! That’s the bare minimum someone needs to even be a sorcerer! Don’t you know that!?” Maki finally turned to Nobara, who was in tears. It was at that point that she realized she was holding Nobara’s hand which had fingernail marks on it from where Maki’s nails were digging in. 

Maki’s anger immediately vanished, only to be replaced by guilt and shame. Hadn’t the Zen’in ruined her life enough? How could she let them get in the way of her relationship and even worse, cause her to hurt someone she cared so dearly for? She hadn’t even realized Nobara had grabbed her hand; she was so lost in her angry thoughts. 

Maki opened her mouth to apologize but Nobara cut her off, “Well fine if you don’t need my pity then forget I said anything! I take it back, you're no better than Mai!” And with that the girl ran off, leaving Maki standing on the sidewalk. 

It was 8pm by the time Nobara made it back to the school. She cried the whole way home, and even though she tried calming down, she couldn’t get the tears to stop flowing. How could Maki say those things to her? Her hand didn’t hurt anymore and she knew Maki would never intentionally hurt her, but in the moment it just made everything Maki said feel ten times worse. 

As she approached the front door of the dorm building, she did her best to wipe the tears on her face. She knew Yuuji would still be watching human earthworm and she didn’t want him to notice her crying. So once she felt composed enough, she opened the door and walked through.

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“Hey Kugisaki! You’re back ea-” Yuuji’s expression went from pleasant surprise to immediate concern when he saw how red and puffy her face was. She tried to hide it but wasn’t fast enough. “Kugisaki....are you okay?” Yuuji got up and went straight to Nobara, movie forgotten. 

At Yuuji’s kind voice she couldn’t help but burst into tears again, “Maki and I had a fight.” She gripped her arm and bit her lip, trying to keep her voice steady and not devolve into a fit of hiccups. 

“Oh...I’m sorry. Do you want to talk about it?” Yuuji asked, brows creased in concern. 

Nobara sniffled, “Not really no.”

“Would a hug make you feel better?” Yuuji asked. He understood if she didn’t want to talk about what happened, but hugs always made him feel better when he was upset about something. 

Nobara sniffled again and pondered for a minute before nodding. Soon, she felt two strong but gentle arms wrap around her, her tears staining Yuuji’s jacket. He clasped his hands behind her back, holding her close. She returned the hug, burying her face into his shoulder as the tears continued to flow. Yuuji felt warm and comforting, like your favorite blanket or your favorite mug filled with a warm beverage on a cold day. Nobara took deep breaths, inhaling Yuuji’s familiar scent and slowly began to calm down. The boy made no attempt to move, allowing Nobara to determine how long she needed to be hugged for. When he felt her stir and begin to pull away he unclasped his hands and looked at her. Her face was a little less puffy than when she walked in and her breathing was steady. 

“Do you feel a bit better now?” Yuuji asked. 

“Yeah I do actually. Thanks, Itadori.” And Nobara gave him a small but genuine smile. 

At that moment, a loud explosion went off in the movie and startled them both, heads turning to look at the screen. 

“Oh! Oh! That was the best part of the movie! Hold on, let me rewind it.” And Yuuji excitedly ran back to the couch to grab the remote. He began to rewind it when he glanced at Nobara who was standing there, rubbing her arm awkwardly. 

“Actually, I’m kind of sick of watching this movie. I’ve seen it like 5 times at this point. Is there anything you wanna watch, Kugisaki?” Yuuji was in fact very much still into these movies, but he could tell his friend needed him, so he would gladly save the rest of his binging for another night. 

Nobara looked at him, “Oh, are you sure? You seemed so excited to watch these movies...” 

“Eh it’s okay I’d rather watch something we both wanna watch! It’s more fun when everyone is into it.” Yuuji grinned. 

Nobara gave a small smile in return, “Okay...do you know any good rom-coms? I like watching those.”

“Oh yeah! I know a bunch we can watch! I’ll get it setup.” And Yuuji began clicking buttons on the remote. 

“Okay!” Nobara’s smile was bigger now, “I’ll go make some popcorn!”

“Good idea!”

When Nobara came back to the common room with a big bowl of popcorn in her hands she saw the movie paused on the TV and Yuuji wearing what looked like a face mask. 

“Uhh, Itadori what’s on your face?” Nobara asked. 

“Huh? Oh it’s a face mask! Here I brought you one too.” And Yuuji held out a thin packet to Nobara. She set the popcorn down and looked at it, it was a good brand, one she had actually bought often....wait a second. “Itadori, did you take these from my room!?”

The boy gave a sheepish grin, rubbing the back of his neck, “Sorry...I don’t have any face masks of my own and I figured it would cheer you up if we did one. I’ll buy you more though, promise!”

Nobara fought the smile that tried to make its way onto her face but eventually gave up. It was a really sweet gesture, and plus, if he said he would buy her more then maybe she could convince him to buy an even better brand. 

Nobara smiled, “Well all right but I don’t want you using my stuff again and I’m gonna hold you to that promise!” She put the face mask on and told Yuuji to scoot over on the couch, where she curled up and laid her head down on his lap, throwing the occasional piece of popcorn in her mouth and laughing along with Yuuji at the movie. 

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Nobara woke up the next morning to six missed calls from Maki, 20 unread text messages, and the girl banging on her door.

“Nobara....Nobara please can we talk? I'm so sorry.” Maki’s voice sounded hoarse, like she had been crying. 

Nobara got out of bed and opened the door, seeing Maki made her hurt all over again, but she at least didn’t feel like she was going to cry this time. After spending the night watching rom-coms with Yuuji she felt a lot better, and was ready to hear Maki out. 

“Nobara...can I come in?” Maki asked weakly. 

Nobara stepped to the side to let her in and then closed the door behind her before going to sit on her bed. 

Maki stayed standing while she spoke, “I am so sorry for everything yesterday. I don’t even know where to begin. Is your hand okay? I’m so sorry I didn’t even realize I was holding your hand. I was just so wrapped up in my own anger. I never meant to hurt you and the things I said aren’t true at all. I said them out of anger not at you but at the Zen’in and I’m usually better at not letting Mai get to me but when she said those things in front of you it just made me feel like I wasn’t good enough to be with you. And then when you were cheering me up afterwards I felt like you were trying to convince yourself of why you were with me and I know I was wrong and this isn’t an excuse but I just need you to know I am so sorry.” Maki didn’t take a breath that entire time. She had clearly spent the night thinking about and regretting her actions. 

Nobara was silent for a moment before she spoke, “My hand is fine, you just left some marks from your nails on it but they went away after a few minutes...And I understand. I mean, I don’t understand exactly how you feel or what you’ve been through, but I get what you’re saying. You’re right it’s not an excuse for how you treated me yesterday, but I understand how one thing led to another. That being said though, I don’t ever want you to doubt how I feel about you. I’m not such a simple woman that the words of someone else can change my feelings. I know you and I know who you are. You have flaws and maybe you’re not a perfect jujutsu sorcerer but you’re perfect for me.”

Both girls looked at each other before Maki made the first move, walking to Nobara and gently grabbing her soft hands in her own calloused ones, “I’m sorry again. And you’re right. I should never have doubted you. Can you find it in you to forgive me?” Maki was staring intensely into Nobara’s eyes, which had softened. Nobody else got to see this soft, vulnerable side of Maki but her. She felt so special when it was just the two of them.

Nobara cupped Maki’s face with one hand, “I’ve already forgiven you. But I do expect a redo of our date.”

Maki smiled and gave Nobara a quick peck on the lips, “Anything for you.”

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Yuuji woke up late the next morning, he was up late last night watching movies with Nobara until they could both barely keep their eyes open. Surprisingly though, he never saw Megumi come home. Curious, he headed towards the boy’s room and knocked on the door. When he didn’t answer, he peered inside and saw the room was empty with the bed neatly made. 

Huh, where’s Megumi? He got changed and walked around the school until he found Megumi with his divine dogs out, having just come back from a run.

“Fushiguro! There you are! I was looking for you. What time did you get home last night?”

Megumi’s eyes widened at the question, “Um, late.” 

Yuuji’s head tilted, “Oh really? I was up pretty late with Kugisaki but neither of us saw you come in.”

Megumi looked away, “Yeah it must have been after you guys went to bed...”

“Wow and you still woke up early enough to take your divine dogs on a run? I woke up not too long ago and I’m still kind of tired.” Yuuji yawned to prove his point. 

Megumi began shifting between his feet, clearly growing uncomfortable, “Yeah I guess I do well on little sleep.”

At Megumi’s statement, Yuuji grew skeptical, “Wait a minute...no you don’t. Don’t you remember that time we stayed out late watching a movie but then had to wake up early for training the next day? You were so grumpy! You yelled at me not to talk to you before you had your coffee!”

Megumi’s face warmed at being caught in a lie. Ugh, why did Itadori have to be so attentive towards his friends?

Megumi gave a deep sigh, “Okay, I never actually went out last night. I was in my room the whole day.” Megumi couldn’t look Itadori in the eye. He felt bad for lying to the boy about running errands but he really did not want to watch the human earthworm movies.

Yuuji pouted, “Fushigurooo why’d you lie?”

Megumi’s face reddened even more, he really wanted to avoid this but he supposed he did lie to his friend, and Itadori didn’t deserve that, so he told him the truth. 

“I’m...not a fan of those types of movies.” Megumi said quietly. 

“What? You’re not a fan of slasher films?” Yuuji asked incredulously. 

“Yeah...and Human Earthworm in particular creeps me out. He just...doesn’t look right.” Megumi was avoiding eye contact at all costs when Yuuji broke out in laughter, causing Megumi to look up at him in shock. 

“Fushiguro, you could have just told me that! If there’s a different genre you like we could have watched that instead! Last night I ended up watching rom-coms with Kugisaki.” Yuuji was grinning at his friend. 

Megumi was always taken aback by how kind and genuine Itadori was. Especially living as a jujutsu sorcerer, it was easy to let the nature of the work get to you. But Itadori always seemed to have a smile on his face. He was like a ray of sunshine breaking through a cloudy day. 

“Well, I like watching documentaries if you have any of those.”

Yuuji’s smile didn’t waver, “I can’t think of any off the top of my head but I’ll look some up and maybe we can watch one tonight!”

Megumi couldn’t help but sink into the boy’s sincerity and enthusiasm, and he also felt like he owed it to Yuuji after lying to him, “All right, I look forward to what you choose.”

Yuuji beamed and gave him finger guns, “Leave it to me!” And ran off, leaving Megumi to watch Nobara and Maki walking on the opposite side of the training field, hand in hand. 

[museqmeg]

Reporter’s Notes - Chapter Four: Truck

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A vashmeryl fic

Author’s Note:

This chapter was inspired by this adorable fanart created by @zillychu

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Everyone was sitting around the campfire, having finished the worm meat from their very literal “Jonah and the Whale” experience. The worm hunters had left to return to their camp and it was just the two reporters, Vash, and the new addition - Wolfwood.

Vash was still piecing the Undertaker together. He was sure that he was a “good guy.” His century and a half existence had at least taught him how to read people and he considered himself quite the expert in determining someone’s character. He was a little wary since he didn’t quite know what Wolfwood’s motivations were in joining their group, outside of Meryl hitting him with the truck’s trailer.

Vash was listening to Meryl and Wolfwood bicker about how she had refused to eat. Roberto too far gone in his drink to do more than stare at the flames. Part of the reason Vash sat down to eat was to entice Meryl to do the same. Wolfwood’s words earlier were the initial push though. Vash got the feeling that Wolfwood enjoyed teasing those he was around and smiled to himself, that might be a fun mix into their group.

He still wished Meryl would eat something. He looked over to her and all he could think about was how small she was. Missing a meal wouldn’t do her any good. She would probably be driving all day tomorrow. Roberto seemed content to designate her to the role so he could smoke and drink the whole ride. Vash didn’t know if Wolfwood could and the one time they let Vash take the wheel, everyone learned how terrible of a driver he was. His preferred method of transportation being a thomas.

‘The truck!’ Vash thought, remembering the valuables from this morning still in the back seat. He stood up quickly and brushed his rear off before turning to walk to the truck.

“Where are you going?” Meryl asked. Curiosity on her face.

“Just to get something from the truck,” Vash smiled back at her. She always was quick to ask if he was okay or to query him on his whereabouts. He appreciated the concern since most people avoided him or weren’t around long enough to start caring.

He opened the back door to his seat and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. The bag full of donuts Meryl had bought him that morning and the sandwich he didn’t eat when he was on his hunger strike. He closed the door, clutching the food.

He walked over to Meryl, crouched down to her seated position and placed the sandwich and two donuts into her lap, saying, “Eat up!”

“Oh no, Vash! I can’t eat these, they’re for you!” Her eyebrows raised at the offering before her.

“It’s okay. I ate plenty of worm meat. Plus, I have the rest of the donuts for dessert!” He patted the bag, his smile was wide and genuine to show his excitement for the sweet treat. She had bought a baker’s dozen, so he had eleven donuts left to gorge himself on.

“Just eat the food, newbie.” Roberto said. “We won’t be in the next town until after lunch tomorrow, so no breakfast in the morning.”

“Yeah, shortie. You can’t waste away and get any smaller. You’ll blow away in the next sand storm,” mocked Wolfwood.

“I- thanks Vash,” Meryl said hesitantly, giving him an appreciative glance while picking up the sandwich to take a bite.

Vash plopped down between her and Wolfwood and contentedly inhaled his favorite food, pleased with his accomplishment.

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They were all just sitting and watching the embers die down when Roberto came up to the group, having gone back to the truck for a new pack of smokes.

“Speaking of sandstorms that will blow the newbie away, there’s one coming in that’s a doozy. Just heard it on the radio. The temperature is supposed to drop too, so it’s everyone in the truck tonight.” He said lighting a cigarette.

“Oh! I’ll put our things in the trailer and make sure everything is tied down.” Meryl said, getting up.

Vash stood up as well, “I can help!”

“No, Roberto and I have got it,” said Meryl waving him off. “There isn’t much to do, so you can head to the truck. You look exhausted now that you’ve finally eaten.”

Now that Meryl mentioned it, he was exhausted. Between the lack of food the last couple of days and the stressful ordeal with the grand worm, Vash finally felt how weary his body was. He walked over to the truck, hearing Wolfwood kick sand into their embers to douse it while muttering something about getting a few smokes in before the storm hit.

He opened the door and laid prostrate across the bench seat of the truck with his hands folded above his head. It would be nice to be horizontal for a bit before all four of them crammed into the truck to sleep. He found an extra bag of someone’s clothes and created a makeshift pillow against the door of his seat before laying down and closing his eyes.

A semi-sleep state came fast for Vash. The kind where you know you’re drifting off and only partially aware of your surroundings. He felt the truck shake a little as Meryl opened the driver’s side door and plopped into her seat. He could hear her opening her notebook and the soft scratching of her writing. She must be journaling today’s events. The rhythmic sound of her pen on paper lulled him back to sleep.

The next thing Vash knew, he heard one of the truck door’s open abruptly and Wolfwood saying, “Alight little lady. Your turn in the back with needle-noggin. You owe me for hitting me with your terrible driving and my legs need the room to rest.”

A sharp squeak came out Meryl before she could protest and the next thing Vash knew, she was plopped across his torso.

“Oof! Hey Meryl…” He said grimacing. She didn’t really hurt him, just caught him off guard and now her maybe 100 pounds was sprawled uncomfortably on his distended donut belly.

“What the hell, Undertaker?!” Meryl yelled. Vash could feel her tensing to verbally assault Wolfwood. But before she could get started, Roberto was in the truck. Wolfwood slammed the seat all the way back into Vash’s shoulder, letting out a satisfied sigh.

“I’m too tired and too drunk for this. Between babysitting a newbie, wrangling a Typhoon, and now carting around a con artist… it’s all above my pay grade. Newbie, just do as he says. I’m sure you don’t want to be bunking with either of us up here.”

“Yeah, only because you both reek of nicotine.” Meryl shot back. She huffed and pulled herself off of Vash to crouch on the floor. She removed her jacket, hat upon the floor of the driver’s seat. She was looking for a blanket to bundle up with in the other seat opposite Vash, but her face fell. “I left my blanket in the trailer.”

“Too late now,” Roberto said. “The storm’s here.”

Vash looked across the seats and Meryl to the window and was met with the nothingness of sand billowing outside.

“C’mere,” he said to Meryl, sitting up and shrugging off his coat.

Meryl looked at him nervously, then narrowed her eyes at him, “You better not try anything funny.”

Vash just chuckled at her saying, “I’m probably the one here least likely to try anything, Roberto aside.” He gave her a knowing smile and eyes pointing to Wolfwood on his right.

“Blondie’s right, little lady. I’m actually regretting chucking you back there. I’m a little jealous that he’s going to get all snuggled up with a woman. I should’ve just held onto you.” Wolfwood taunted.

Meryl’s cheeks were bright red in the dimness of the truck, but the daggers she was throwing with her eyes at Wolfwood had most of Vash’s attention, “Why you-!”

“Just shut it! All of you! I’m too damn old and tired for this!” Roberto ripped off his jacket and threw it over his face. Clearly an act of “don’t wake the bear.”

Wolfwood just chuckled to himself and reclined the back of his seat, a smug look on his face.

Meryl huffed and turned back to Vash, an accusatory look of, ‘Why did you start that?’

He just gave her an apologetic smile and beckoned her over. She sighed in resignation and crawled over him.

As they both lay down, Vash drew his coat over the both of them. Trapping their body heat. The temperature had dropped considerably since their meal and he felt her relax, her arms loose at the side of his ribs. He softly put his hands over her back and the coat to keep it in place.

He hated to be self-indulgent with Meryl’s predicament, but this was… nice. He was rifling through his brain the last time he actually “cuddled.” Obviously with Rem and his brother when he was small, his found family on Ship Three growing up, and then there was that brief time in his 20s… Before his body was marred, he would casually be intimate with some women he met on his travels. He didn’t stay long enough for any real feelings to develop, but he was young and wanted to experience that part of humanity. Heck, he still would now, but the shame of how he appeared underneath everything would mostly likely be met with disgust and horror. Everytime someone would maybe express interest, the shame of his body and what he was would consume him. He’d politely decline, but an ache to be close would remain.

Meryl’s head was resting on his sternum between his pectorals and the bit of metal and technology holding him together. Her breathing was steady and even, but he started to get anxious, wondering if she could feel those bits of metal and deep scars under his turtleneck. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…

“Hey Vash…” Meryl mumbled into his shirt.

“Yeah?” His heart was racing, expecting the questions he was sure she’d ask. He looked down at her.

She turned her eyes up to him and said, “Thanks for coming back for Roberto and I… in the worm. Wolfwood told me you both got out, but you let it consume you again to save us.”

Vash glanced at Wolfwood, who was already asleep and smiled. A good guy…

He glanced at the other seat and Roberto’s soft snores told Vash that he was already out for the night before looking back down at Meryl.

“You’re welcome… You needed help.” He gave her a warm, knowing smile that alluded to their “interview” that morning. Vash gave her small frame a tight squeeze to show he appreciated her recognizing his deeds.

Meryl turned her check flush to his chest again, wrapping her small arms around his back and hugged him close.

Vash fully relaxed and drifted to sleep, holding this little human close and thinking about how similar they were.

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In my opinion, Vash didn’t get enough hugs in the first season of Trigun Stampede. That boy has been through it and deserves all of the affection.

Slight mashwood shenanigans now that Wolfwood is here. Not sure how far I’ll take it in this fic. I kinda want it to be an exclusive vashmeryl fic, there aren’t enough of those. Maybe I’ll write a separate fic that’s mashwood themed?

Also, these four traveled together for TWO MONTHS in a volatile desert. You know that they had questionable sleeping arrangements occasionally.

[christinesficrecs]

This post came across my dash so of course I had to make it sterek. 🥰  

found their phone number in a library book au

Mate of the Literary Soul by thewolfthatwrites | 4.2K

What kind of idiot would put their phone number out there in the world for any stranger to call?

hitchhiker ride au

King of the Road by stoney | 30.4K | Explicit

Derek sees the guy--all long lines, furtive glances, hungry--leaning against the diner out in the middle of nowhere. Yeah, Derek's hungry, too.

A Slight Distraction by otter | 5.5K 

Derek's parents pick up a hitchhiker. Laura is completely horrible. Everything turns out better than expected.

met through online rpg au 

Navigating This Space Between Us by omni | 9.6K | Explicit

Derek gets forced to watch some sci-fi show about a surly, secret prince and the sarcastic young spaceship captain hired to aid him on his quest. Strangely enough, he finds himself hooked on it. So much so that he's even drawn into the fandom. There he meets a popular fanfic author with an oddly endearing attitude, and he gets rather smitten. Maybe this mystery guy could actually help get him to stop pining for Stiles...

Midnight Wolf vs Abominable Snowman! | 20.4K 

Derek almost makes the mistake of saying, It’s not fanart, but he manages to catch himself, biting his tongue. This stranger, who’s already identified himself as at least a casual fan of Midnight Wolf, doesn’t need to know that he actually is the artist and author, not just another fan.

(500) Days of Sitting In Front of the Computer | 4.1K

The boy, Stiles Stilinski, had always been into MMORPGs. The other boy, Ithuriel, had always been into MMORPGs as well, albeit secretly. The Alpha, Derek Hale, was possibly the object of Stiles's affections. One day, Stiles met Ithuriel.

But be warned, this is not a tragedy in which Derek Hale saves Stiles's virtue from Ithuriel. That would be ridiculous.

This is a love story.

accidentally taking each other’s bags phone au

The Right Number by kyaticlikestea | 30.3K

When Stiles Stilinski's phone gets switched at the gym, he really just wants it back. The last thing he's expecting is to fall hopelessly in lust with the guy who's got his phone.

So, of course, that's exactly what happens.

camp counselors au

wanna wanna wolf by bleepobleep | 3.8K

The boy looks like a dream, the way the sunlight streams through the open door, lighting up his silhouette as he strides into the cabin. If Stiles didn’t already know he was bisexual he definitely would know now. He closes his mouth. “Okay, dad, I changed my mind, I’ll stay for the summer,” he says hastily, and hangs up the phone.

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"So I think the Hales are werewolves," Stiles says to Scott, walking their woodchucks and honey bears to the lake for morning swim. Camp Moonbeam? It's almost too easy.

antiques shop au

Gravity's Got Nothing on You by zosofi | 83.9K | Explicit

“Three weeks,” Derek says.

“Still don’t want to,” Stiles says.

“I’ll pay you,” Derek says, and that… that has Stiles interested. Alf’s Antique’s may be a great job, but it’s not a high-paying job, and half of Stiles’s tuition is coming from financial aid, so…

“How much,” Stiles asks, “are we talking here? Because I know your family, dude. And it’ll be kind of awkward after.“

called the wrong number while drunk au

Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? by sophisticatedyet | 8.7K | Explicit

Stiles gets a wrong number call from an old man who can't install his antivirus software. He feels like doing a good deed, so he decides to walk him through it.

Derek is not an old man, just a technologically incompetent twenty-six year old TA who has made enemies of the entire UCLA IT department. The helpful stranger he has just accidentally called is about to become Derek's go-to computer guy.

Wrong Number by greenleaf | 9.8K

Even wrong numbers can get it right sometimes.

...Or one where Stiles dials the wrong number and keeps forgetting to change it, while Derek ends up going along for the ride and sees Stiles four times before Stiles meets him.

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“Who is this? Where’s Erica?”

“Wrong number, asshole!”

“Stop calling me an asshole,” the man on the other end snapped aggressively.

Stiles could understand. He’d be pretty aggressive too if he’d murdered someone and texted a wrong number to ask for help burying the body. This guy obviously failed How To Be a Serial Killer 101.

found your their dog wolf!derek au

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Stumbling across a wolf in the preserve is not what Stiles expects when he goes for a run the last night before school starts again. But even if the wolf acts more intelligent than a mere animal, he can’t have anything to do with Stiles’ unusual soulmark, four vicious scratches down his forearm, can he?

And what is Kate Argent doing back in Beacon Hills for the first time since the Hale Fire?

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Eligible bachelor Derek Hale has announced that whomever can take the key from around his dog's neck will be the person he marries. Stiles Stilinski think this is utterly ridiculous.

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“What? It’s totally an improvement. He’s not scowling, or dating bad guys, or slinking around in unsanitary places. Still a bit paranoid, but what can you do. At least he’s a lot easier to get along with when you can buy his affections with ear rubs.”

“And you always wanted a dog,” Sheriff added wryly.

“And I always wanted a dog.”

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Derek didn't know what was worse: the hunters, being trapped as a wolf, being hit by a car, or the fact that he had somehow become some kid's pet dog for the unforeseeable future.

yoga class au

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Derek can't stop staring at Stiles, the bendy new yoga instructor at his family's gym. Stiles thinks Derek's a repressed homophobe who hates Stiles for making him want the D. They fall in love.

Baby Yoga For Beginners by otatop | 7.6K

He started the ridiculous class because his best friend harassed him. He stayed because of the teacher.

[frogskelton]

Chapter 4 of Scooby doo total drama team Chris is rlly smoking hot fanfic

Chapter one is here if you haven’t read it, please go ahead and check it out if you haven’t!

“SO we’re just waiting for Alejandro, right?” Noah monotone question, attempting to express as much concern as he could.

“Mmmm, I hope he’s all good, man” Tyler spoke quietly, rubbing his arm.

“I’m sure he’ll be back soon!” Owen’s optimism lighting up the dim room. “How’s evidence getting going, girl?” He said, turning his attention to Izzy, leaning down and stretching her on the chin. She slammed down some scratched up ratsack, filled with what appeared to be miscellaneous.

“Wowww, of course! It’s some load of crap!” Noah’s sarcasm drenching his voice.

“Come on buddy,” Owen said, digging through the bag. “Oh man, look! It’s bits from the monster!” He said giving Izzy a scratch on the chin. “Good job girl, time for a McLean munchy,”

“Oh no, that crap should not be consumed,” Noah exhaustedly groaned to himself. “I’m not even sure if that is even legally able to be advertised as food.”

“Ahh lighten up Noah.”

“Oh, oh, oh!” Izzy excitedly burst out crumbs flying out of her mouth “I found something absolutely rad!”

“Awesome! What is it? Owen said, near clapping

“Ta daaa,” She exclaimed, holding up some strange object, yellow and pointed, with a weird curved shape in her paw.”

“Is that?!” Tyler yelled, halfway to puking

“Damn right it is, a tooth. Oh, one time I wrestled a bear and it’s tooth came out. Oh my god it was like sooo awesome,” she rambled seemingly not needing to breathe.

“Really?” Owen questioned, his stare full of curiosity.

Yeah, totally!”

“Woahhh”

“ Wait, gimme a look at that.” Noah snapped, snipped it out of Izzy’s paw and pushing past Tyler. “You’re sure it’s a tooth?”

“I mean it’s a bit different to the bear tooth, but I figured bat monster teeth could just have weird teeth.” Izzy rambled

“ Hey let me have a feel.” Owen said as Noah passed him the whatever object.

“Oh, I know this. So, I did a lot of arts and crafts when Noah’s aunt used to get me to babysit his little cousins and-“

“Oh with it man.” Noah snapped

“Yeah sorry man” Owen said giggling. “I think it’s plaster.”

“Oh WOW, So it was NOT a real bat monster flying around and speaking English.” Noah sarcastically quipped

“Well at least we can get the fingerprints off whoever made the costume, right.” Tyler spat out fed up with Noah’s sarcasm

“Oops”

“You guys all have gloves on, right.”

“Yes, Tyler I was wearing gloves I pulled out of Owen’s ass.”

“Well, I’m not the one who just ruined some evidence.” Tyler butted his head to Noah’s raising his voice.

“Guys, guys, guys,” Owen quickly cutting in, trying to calm things down,

“I mean, at least we can tell everyone it’s a costume with proof.” Tyler said, calming himself down.

“Noahh.” Owen gently elbowing Noah

“Sorry Tyler, we also know they are total cheapskates on their evil schemes.” Noah said, unable to look at Tyler.

“No problem dude!”

“I mean if it keeps losing teeth maybe it wouldn’t be able to suck your blood.” Izzy bust into the conversation pouncing on Owen’s shoulder

“It was gonna suck our blood?” Tyler gasped

“Well not when I’m here! I’ll suck it’s blood first, hahah.”

“Huh?”

Footsteps creaked from outside the bright room in the dimly lit hallway. The heavy door creaked open, like a gust of warm air from inside the warm room as Alejandro walked from the dim icey hallway.

“Alejandro! You’re back.” Tyler excitedly squeaked

His face was red, unable to look up.

“You alright man?” Noah perked up

“I’m- I’m fine.” His voice quiet and somewhat distant

“Glad you’re all good man!” Tyler pulled him in for a hug, squeezing him.

“Uh, thanks.”

“We-ur heard the um, yelling, man, and kinda concerned” Owen said in a gentle voice, stuttering.

“Did you hear… anything?”

“ Nah, don’t worry ,but if it’s anything you wanted us to hear please tell-” Owen answered, reaching out a gentle hand to Alejandro’s wrist.

“Or just want to talk about,” Noah butted in.

“Please just tell us!” Tyler said, bouncing up, holding Alejandro’s shoulders. Looking from person to person in the warm room, soft light brightening their faces, Tyler’s sweet smile and his warm soft hands rubbing Alejandro’s arm, Owen’s rounded features and open shoulders, just giving his optimistic air to anywhere he is, and Noah… Noah’s best attempt, a silly smile to attempt to make him feel at peace. It was all very strange. Especially considering their history, literally forgiving him after every shit thing he pulled, giving him a second chance and treating him like, I don’t know, a friend I guess. Even if he gets shit and can’t be everything, can't do it all perfectly, fails, even is a shit person, for some reason they’re still here.

“...Thanks.” Alejandro whispered, sitting down on the ground.

“Oh, uhhh, we got some evidence and stuff, but I think we have time if you want to discuss the- urr- dinosaur thing?” Noah stutters, his eyes darting from side to side as he tries his best at one of those super welcoming smiles that Owen is super good at. Alejandro gives him a smile back.

The night carried on, shoveling through evidence spitting out new theories, though each more preposterous than the last. Was it the superstar Blainely attempting to make some weird comeback after being canceled for kicking puppies, or something like that? But one thing seemed to be a clear next step to investigate. Where was it hiding? And why did it come from the inside? There was a balcony that hovered close to the window in question, broken in through and through there was a twisting hallway. So! It was clear the next step in solving this mystery.

“What do you mean you’ve only been here like twice?” Noah quietly scolded Alejandro

“I told you my father changed it up and said it was for business matters only!” Alejandro retorted, in a grizzled whisper.

“Well, this feels like those haunted houses,” Izzy said, trotting around, failing to imitate the other stealthiness.

“I know, I know you don’t like this idea, but face the facts your dad is probably in on this,” Noah said, reaching out for Alejandro’s shoulder.

“Noah, my dad would never-“

“Oh please the thing was hiding in HIS house and he seems like a control freak on where you can even go in this house.” Noah raised his voice as he spoke, growing irritated at Alejandro’s dismissal at his father’s potential lack of innocence.

“You have no ide-“

“Let’s all calm down, tensions are high. Investigators should always take an unbiased look at things. Let's just see what we can find and avoid this bad friction, dudes all good?” Owen quickly jumping into the conversation to calm things down

“When did you get so good at this buddy?” Noah said, smirking as he calmed down. “Guess that is only circumstantial evidence really.”

“Yes.” Alejandro uttered scowling, throwing his head back to facing away from Noah and back on the pathway.

“Is it the father with only room in his heart for cash? Some random celebrity, find out next ti-“

“Izzy! Don’t say that about people’s families!” Izzy attempted to say before Owen quickly shushing her.

“Well, excuse me! I was just narrating!”

“God, this is one creepy hallway, so wish we could of turned the lights on.” Tyler muttered. “At least we’re the only chicken down here,” he laughed to himself.

In the darkness the hallway loomed, illuminated by some crappy torch with some green tint (used to minimize chances of being noticed). The cold wind scratching the house seeping in from the window at the end of the hallway. Footsteps tapping on in the green light in the darkness. Till the red light from above stopped them in their tracks.

“Holy-“ Noah cried. The red light from those sharp eyes overpowering the fraile green light of the torch.

“Perfect, I was hoping to find you here!” The monster’s voice seemed so much louder in the tiny hallway. Its figure looming over them, and making the halls feel cramped.

“What- what did you- yo- you want with us!” Tyler pushed in front of his friends, in between the towering figure.

“Well, I did want volunteers.” The monster swooping his claw at Tyler, cutting his dress open at the torso, scooping him up with his other hand.

“Hands off my friend!” Owen yelled, through himself at the beast.

“Argh,” it cried, loosening its grip on Tyler, causing him to almost come crashing down, before it tightened its grip, sinking those heinous claws in. It stuck Owen, sending him flying to the ground.

“OWEN!” Izzy and Noah screamed. Noah darted for Owe.

“No you FUCKING DON’T!” Her fur completely on edge

“GRRRRAAAHARHH GRRRAGAHGH!” She growled, throwing herself onto the monster, ripping at its fur. Her claws fighting against the monster’s skin. The monster throws its body, crashing itself into the wall, sending Izzy crashing into the wall too.

“Nooo.” Owen cried, lay on the ground, injured, reaching his arm out for her.

“I’ll get her,” Alejandro said, sprinting for her.

“You!” The monster yelled like a feral animal, its face distorted ripped fabrics, wires and metals of the costume exposed.

As Alejandro, lay a hand on Izzy, before having the second to look over…

CRASSHH, the beast slammed him into the wall. Claws digging into his flesh, gripping his torso, digging his hand into the floors, bolting down the hall, Alejandro in clutch. Running like an injured wolf, the thing cackled as it smashed its head through the window like some kind of demon with Alejandro.

“Stay tuned folks!” The thing yelled, disappearing from sight.

Lights quickly came on, Mr Burreouerto standing across the hall, from Tyler’s blurred floor perspective, standing over them.

“What the hell is going on?!” He yelled shocked by the sight, “Was it that thing?! Where-where is my son?!” He coughed up question spitting with his words, shaking Tyler, who was barely conscious himself.

“We- we lost him.” He said, defeated.

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 7

welcome the the seventh fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. tender by sunswathe [EXPLICIT]

This is the absolute last thing they should be doing right now.

Not when Pidge is known for crashing into Keith’s room in the middle of the night for no reason other than being bored.

Not when he can hear Hunk’s loud snoring, muffled through the door.

Not when his sister is just outside, sleeping on the couch, while Lance is in Keith’s room, sleeping with her childhood best friend.

But Lance couldn't care less.

i’m gonna be real w yall ur gonna see a lot of secret relationship fics bc im obsessed with them. theres something about the tenderness of privacy and intimacy of secrecy that just Gets To Me. this fic lived up to its title exactly

2. right hand man by laidellennt

As his right hand man, Lance grows closer to Keith and realizes a few things about him, as well as a few things about himself.

In other words, Lance realizes he has a major crush on Keith.

look the red paladin lance black paladin keith dynamics Grew on me okay. i cannot live without them now they are so so powerful. this fic is fun and fluffy and it features pining lance, whom i adore. also keiths whipped ass referring to lance as his right hand man and impulse control will never fail to make me scream

3.  A Look, a Dance by @ohcontrary [explicit-ish??]

What would it be like to have Keith's arms wrapped around him for real, not as a distraction? And that look. What would it be like for it to mean jealousy, to mean desire? Lance shuddered, heat curling at the base of his spine before he stopped, sobering quickly as he remembered the serious way Keith had named him ‘my paladin.’

i specifically remember having to walk this one off. u know when a fic is so good that u actually cant take it and have to take a break to cool off?? yeah that was this fic. the PINING. dear lord. it was so wonderful. i have several lines from this screenshotted in my devotion scrapbook. please please give it a read.

4.  Red Together by @ohcontrary [again explicit-ish]

A series of Klance fics featuring Shy!Lance and Flirty!Keith. Part 5 in progress on the.grrrl.aliens!

[Mostly based on fanart. Have a piece you wanna see written? send it to me on tumblr!]

another thing by @ohcontrary bc her fics are always a hit. this series was one of the first if not the first to pioneer the shy/flustered lance tag, so we all owe it a great service fr. i never got to read part five bc i dont have patreon but i imagine the whole thing was amazing. ohcontrary i miss u and this series will always be a fave

5. you love me (don’t let me go) by jjkimchi (orphan_account)

Lance forgets he's married to Keith.

do not be fooled, friends, for there is no angst here. there is a brief moment of disorientation from lance proceeded immediately by he and keith being Trouble and causing Drama, bc of who they are as people. this fic makes me laugh every time. 

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!