#just cause i think it'll look better with buttons

[smolalienbee]

also i’ll get back to all the art requests as soon as i’m done hemming clothes for jaskier... i have a one track mind and now that i got everything for that cosplay it’s all i can think about doing

[muchosbesitos]

treat her better

pairing: miguel o’hara x fem reader

warnings: unprotected p in v (be smart 🤨), semi public sex, oral (f and m receiving), choking, smut, and angst

author’s note: hope you all enjoy <3 other woman pt 2 should be out by tmr or the day after 🫡

word count: 4.1k

Your relationship with Miguel was nothing short of difficult when it started, given that he was so detached from the Spider Society after the loss of his daughter. He was the definition of "all work and no play", coming to his office earlier than everybody else and being the last to leave and always rejecting to go out with the group out for drinks. Apart from distancing himself socially, he always found a way to distance himself from you specially at work, pairing you with someone else for missions. You'd given up on trying to form a friendship with Miguel after constant ignoring from him, seeing it as a pointless task.

One night, however, you were surprised to see him actually show up for drinks with you, Peter, and Jess. you figured that Peter probably had pestered him until he finally snapped and agreed, considering he didn't look all too pleased to be spending some time away from HQ. "Miguel, my man! Come, we'll get you set up with some beer," Peter greeted him, waving him to the table as some people around you all turned to look at the screaming man. Miguel shuffled uncomfortably to the table, the realization that the only seat available was between you and Jess hitting you hard. The scent of his cologne overpowered your nostrils, a little part of you surprised that he'd bothered to put this much effort into coming out tonight.

"Girl, you should find someone to spend time with tonight. I mean, when's the last time you got laid?" Jess asked you as she took a sip of her water, the topic of your dating life coming up sooner than you expected. "And you're sure that sleeping with some random man you met a bar is the best way to go?" miguel asked as he drank his beer, his voice more gruff than usual. "Would be better than the stick you have up your ass," you muttered, trying to ignore the way Miguel turned to look at you. You weren't one to shoot back at Miguel’s retorts but you were growing tired by the way he seemed to judge you for everything. From the way that you handled your missions now to where you met men. Luckily for you, Peter came back from the bathroom and started talking about what Mayday had accomplished today.

After a while of talking, you and Miguel were left alone since Jess was taking care of a crying Peter outside. As the two of you sat in silence, you couldn't help but steal a couple glances at Miguel, noticing how handsome he looked in the black button down he had on. "You should take a picture, it'll last longer," he spoke up after a while, his eyes boring into you as he did. You rolled your eyes at his retort, being reminded of the reason why'd you never be stupid enough to go after him. "God, you're such an asshole," you responded and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at how uncreative you'd been with the insult.

"Tell me, do you still think i'm asshole?" He purred in your ear after he locked the bathroom door. Even with his cock inside of you, he still found a way to get under your skin. You pushed your hips against his, eager to find some type of friction but your movements were quickly stopped when Miguel placed his hands on your hips. "So impatient," he whispered, his breath causing shivers all over your arms. You knew what he wanted you to do, he wanted you to put your pride aside and beg for him but you didn't want to relent. "This would be much easier if you just did what I told you," he told you, a small chuckle escaping from his lips when he saw your defenses start to weaken. He rolled his hips slowly, not enough to please you but just enough to have you wanting more. "Fine. Please just fuck me," you muttered through gritted teeth, already hating yourself for complying.

"See, now we're making progress. Unfortunately, that's not good enough. Beg like you mean it, chiquita," he responded, a small smirk tugging on his lips. You looked up at the mirror, wanting to punch his perfect face but you decided to comply once more. "Miguel, please. I need it," you whined, letting out a soft moan as he thrust his hips once more. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" He teased once more before he set a consistent pace. You hated yourself for submitting to him, in a bar bathroom to top it off, but the way he fucked you made you push those thoughts aside. His balls slapped against your thighs as your back arched while you held against the sink, your fingers rubbing your clit eagerly.

"Hey, are you in here?" Jess called out, knocking on the door and your eyes widened. You wanted to speak up and tell her yes, but you were more worried about letting out a loose moan. "You're gonna have to answer her," Miguel whispered tauntingly as he slowed down his pace. "Y-Yeah! I'm here," you called out to Jess, trying to keep your voice as even as possible. "I'm gonna go home, do you need a ride?" Jess asked, being the protective friend as always and you almost felt guilty for being in this circumstance. "No, I'll t-text you when i get home," you assured her, her footsteps retreating after.

Miguel’s hand went up to your throat, forcing you to look up at yourself in the mirror while he fucked you. Your lipgloss was all tainted from the angry makeout session you had with Miguel earlier and your mascara was rolling down your cheeks. "So pretty taking my cock," he whispered in your ear, his thrusts unrelenting as your walls squeezed around him. He squeezed at your throat gently, your cunt gushing all around his cock and he couldn't help but let out a small chuckle. "Should've known mi chiquita's into choking," he teased you, his other hand gripping your hips tightly. You let out a loud moan when his cock brushed up against your g-spot only for Miguel to shush you. "Wouldn't want anyone to hear you, hm? Now go ahead and rub your clit for me," he told you, the hand around your throat tightening up slightly.

Your orgasm approached you quickly, your release coating Miguel’s cock as he fucked you through it. He let out a small hiss as your walls clamped around his cock once more, his cum painting your walls white. He pulled out his cock a couple seconds later, grabbing a napkin to clean himself up without giving you a second glance. You were unsure of why you expected Miguel to act differently after you were done, but you couldn't help but feel upset at how quick he had left. You fixed up your lips and wiped away at the mascara dripping from your cheeks, trying to hide your disappointment as you walked out the bar.

Miguel, to no one's surprise, went back to ignoring you during work. You wished that it didn't bother you as much as it did, but a part of you still felt some type of longing towards him. You came back from your mission, staggering through the Society hallways as you headed toward the infirmary. The one time that miguel had spoken to you recently was to tell you to take someone else on the mission, but you decided to defy his orders. You removed the drenched cloth that you'd pressed against the gash as you leaned against the counter, throwing it in the sink. "I told you to take somebody, damn it!" You heard his voice before he came in, his nostrils flaring once he did. "It wasn't that bad, it's just a cut," you tried to downplay the situation despite the stinging pain you felt every time you moved.

You had finished up with cleaning up the gash to notice that Miguel was still standing there, his face contorted in a deep frown. "I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just I can't stand to lose you," he told you, your eyes widening as you looked up to make sure you'd heard him right. "I mean the society can't stand to lose you, as a collective," he clarified, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You pursed your lips and nodded, not wanting to make things more awkward than they already were. You were about to leave when Miguel grabbed your arm, stopping you from grabbing the door knob.

"I know I've been acting like even more of an asshole after the bar, and I'm sorry. You don't deserve that. Can I take you out to make up for it?" He asked you, your mouth dropping a bit in surprise. "Like to hook up?" You asked him, unsure of what to make of the situation. "No, like a date. I've been meaning to ask you on one but i've chickened out. You obviously don't have to," he responded, completely taking you by surprise. Even though you had multiple questions running through your mind, the main one being 'why?', you decided to agree on going out with him.

Miguel took you to a restaurant he'd discovered in Queens one day, the atmosphere surprisingly pleasant for what part of town you were in. As the two of you shared a meal, you couldn't help but feel Miguel’s gaze on you once more. "Is there something on my face?" You asked him, a little embarrassed but he let out a small chuckle. "No. I just haven't taken the time to really look at your eyes. They're really beautiful under this lighting," he responds, taking a sip from his Coke. "You should cut them up and put them in a jar. Look at them everyday," you responded, using the same strategy he had at the bar. "I would but they look so much prettier when they're attached to your face," he responded, clearly amused by your statement.

The rest of the night was full of playful banter and teasing between the two of you, never a dull moment. Despite all the ways that miguel had found to piss you off and the constant avoiding he'd done, you found yourself wanting to know more and more about him as he shared. He offered you his coat once you two had left the restaurant, giving you a small kiss on the cheek before you two started the walk back home. "I really liked hanging out with you, chiquita. Would you like to go on another date?" He asked you once he escorted you to your room at the society, a hopeful smile on his face. "I'd love to," you responded, grabbing his shoulder and stood up on your tippy toes to kiss his cheek.

After that, you and Miguel found time to go on more dates and you couldn't help but fall in love with him a bit more with every bit that he shared. He was very easy to talk to when he wasn't agitated or annoyed, and he seemed to remember all the small details that you shared with him. He wasn't one for big romantic gestures, but he conveyed his emotions with every date that he took you on, treating you like you were the only person worth spending time with. Even members at the society had started to comment on how happy the two of you seemed together, Peter claiming that he knew this was bound to happen.

The first time that you and Miguel had sex as a couple was a complete 180 from the dusty, sticky bar bathroom. He'd decorated the room with some battery-powered candles and put some flowers on the nightstand to provide the perfect atmosphere. He laid you down on the bed when you came into the room, taking it slow as he kissed you. His hand up to your cheek, gently stroking it as his mouth completely invaded yours, taking as much as he could. His tongue and yours moved in perfect synchrony, soft moans escaping from your lips as he did. His lips moved down to your neck, leaving a couple open-mouthed kisses before biting down, wanting to mark you as much as possible. He was careful not to inject you with his venom as his fangs grazed through your skin, his tongue soothing the sting that his teeth had left.

He took his time undressing you, letting out a whistle as he saw the red lingerie you had put on just for him. "You look so pretty like this," he murmured against your skin, his hands moving down to your breasts. His hands lightly kneaded your tits through the bra, sometimes squeezing and tugging at them just so he'd feel them pebble up through your bra. He took it off after teasing your tits for a while, his mouth instantly attaching itself to the right one as he began his attack. His tongue ran over the pebbled nub while his hand massaged the other one, letting out a small chuckle at how you were squeezing your thighs already. Your hands instantly flew to his hair, tugging lightly as he bit down on the soft flesh, giving you a couple matching hickeys.

His fingertips hooked on your waistband before he slowly started to slip your panties off, putting them in his pocket for later use. He pressed small kisses on your thighs, spreading them wider as he got closer to your cunt. He bit down on the inside of your thigh, your hand instantly reaching down to grip his hair. "Prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he whispered before he started to slurp on the juices clinging to your folds. You let out a moan as his tongue sucked and slurped at your pussy, Miguel was eating you out like a man starved. You started grinding your hips against his face in hopes to get more friction but he pushed your legs down, keeping an iron grip on your thighs. "Be patient, corazón."

Miguel let out a small groan as your pussy clamped around his finger, barely open enough to take just one. He slowly started pumping it in and out of you, your soft whimpers filling his ears as he did. His mouth went over to your clit, giving it a couple kitten licks before flicking the neglected nub. Once he came to the realization that your pussy had opened up a bit more, he pushed a second finger in and curled them upwards to hit your g-spot with every pump he did. "Mig! Mig!" You moaned out, unable to say anything else as his fingers continued to thrust inside of you. "I know, chiquita. You're taking me so well," he cooed, the vibrations of his voice against your clit sending shivers down your spine. Your toes curled as you felt the coil inside of you tightening up, almost at at the point of snapping completely.

You came all around his fingers, your back hitting the bed once you did. He took his fingers out of your cunt and looked directly at you as he sucked off your juices. You took a couple seconds to come down from the euphoria that you'd felt before getting down on your knees in front of Miguel. He let out a small chuckle at your eager display, his hand coming to your cheek as he stroked it gently. "Qué bonita," he remarked, his cock twitching a bit in his boxers as he saw your doe eyes looking directly at him. (how pretty) You took your time taking off his boxers as he'd done with you, letting out a soft gasp when his cock hit his stomach.

Your tongue slowly swirled around the red tip, your fingers working the precum that had leaked out all throughout the shaft. Miguel kept his hand on your cheek as you started to suck him off, letting out a small hiss as you ran your tongue down the underside of his cock. You tried to fit him in all in your mouth, but you ended up with tears in your eyes as you gagged on it. "Always so greedy," Miguel commented, his hand on the back of your head as he eased you into it. You settled on taking what you could in your mouth for now and wrapping your hand around the base, both of them working in tandem to give Miguel the pleasure that he deserved.

You took his balls in your mouth, struggling to fit them both in your mouth as your hand stroked his cock, tightening up ever so slightly from time to time. Miguel let out soft moans as you did, his grip on the back of your head tightening up just the slightest bit. You flattened your tongue when he asked you to, your cheeks instinctively hollowing as he started to thrust his cock in your expecting mouth. "You were made for taking this cock, chiquita," he moaned as he started to speed up his thrusts, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You kept your eyes on him as he used your mouth like his own personal fleshlight, the sight just being enough to make him cum.

The cum dribbled down your chin as you struggled to contain it all in your mouth, only swallowing once Miguel allowed you to. He helped you get up from the floor, his hands on your hips as he kissed you, overwhelmed at the combined taste of you and him. "Get on your hands and knees," he told you, his cock already starting to get hard again for round two. You did as he told you, shaking your ass a bit as you waited for him to get on the bed. "Looks like iI'll have to fuck the impatience out of you," he told you before he slowly started to push his cock inside your pussy.

Your hands gripped the sheets as he started to thrust in and out of you slowly, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix every time. Miguel grabbed your hands, causing you to fall down on your stomach, and held them against your back as his heavy balls slapped against your pussy with every thrust. He couldn't help but let out a small laugh as he saw you wiggle underneath, your face contorted into one of pleasure. "Feels good, nena? Yeah?" He cooed, knowing that you couldn't let out anything but moans of his name at the moment.

You let out a louder moan when you felt one of the ridges of his cock brush up against your g-spot perfectly, your pussy clamping and gushing all over his cock. "Right there, Miguel!" You mewled as you cried onto the pillow, unable to do anything but take it. He sped up with his thrusts, fucking you like a rabbit in heat as he made it a goal to keep it at that angle. His other hand went down to your clit, rubbing small precise circles on it as your pussy clamped around him like a vice. You felt your orgasm approaching you quickly, your vision slowly starting to black out as you squeezed around him tightly.

Miguel came a couple seconds after you did, the part of him that wanted to see you swollen with his children and your tits full of milk fucking the cum back into you. He pulled out slowly, both of you letting out a small hiss as he did. He got both of you dressed and cleaned up before he laid in bed with you, holding you close to his chest as he started to draw small figures on your back with the tip of his talons. You felt a small shiver run down your back as he did but you felt assured that he wouldn't put enough pressure to actually cut you with them. You drifted off to sleep as soon as you closed your eyes, Miguel’s body heat providing you with warmth that no heated blanket could ever compare to.

Eventually after that night, your relationship with Miguel started deteriorating slowly. It started off slowly, with him not giving you small gifts that reminded you of him anymore to just flat out cancelling dates with you. You really tried to be understanding, knowing that he has a duty to the Spider Society and the multiverse, but you craved the warmth of just having your boyfriend around. It felt like he didn't need to put any effort now that he'd gotten to be with you, almost like he was reassured by the fact that you wouldn't leave him. The change in your mood was noticed by most of the members at the Society, most of them making up theories as to why you looked so upset all the time.

"Hey girl, what's going on?" Jessica approached you, sitting across the table as you ate your empanada. "Nothing's going on. How's it going with the baby?" You tried to deflect away from her question but the look on her face was telling you that she wouldn't allow it. The two of you stayed silent for a couple seconds, just looking at each other until one broke first. "It just feels like Miguel stopped putting in the effort into our relationship, like it didn't matter once we had sex. And I keep making up excuses for every time that he ends up not showing up to our dates but I don't know how much longer I can keep doing this," you confided in her, her eyes softening up as you finished speaking. This was why you didn't want to share your problems, you didn't want to get that look of pity.

"Look, Miguel may be my friend and all but I've gotta tell you, he's a serious workaholic with no idea how to prioritize what's important to him. If this continues, you'll just end up making more and more excuses for him and you'll end up unhappy. Just wait out to see what happens for a little bit longer before you make any rash decisions though," she offered a bit of advice, rubbing your shoulder as she left. You took her words into consideration, knowing that she had a point but you couldn't help feeling like you were betraying Miguel by ending things.

As you waited in the couch of your apartment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of disappointment when Miguel had failed to show up once more. You were starting to fall asleep when the bright flashing lights from the portal woke you, Miguel’s tall frame looming over you. "Sorry I couldn't make it. I got busy with taking care of an anomaly," he told you and you didn't have in you to argue anymore, so you simply nodded. "It's okay, Miguel," you told him despite the pain you felt in your chest as you looked at him. "I’ll make up to you, I promise," he told you, dipping his head down to kiss your forehead before walking off to the bedroom.

You called off the following days from work, wanting to clear your mind far from Miguel as you considered if this was truly what you wanted from a relationship. While the idea of leaving Miguel behind you was painful, you couldn't help but wonder if you were only sticking around for the memories. If it was because of wishful thinking that he'd come around to being the sweet, loving boyfriend he'd once been to you. You decided to call Miguel over that night to see if you could try to talk things out with him, how your relationship could be better.

"Look, just because you took time off work doesn't mean that everyone has the damn luxury to skip out whenever they want. Now, what did you call me over about?" Miguel asked you once he arrived at your apartment, his attention still on that stupid gizmo. You quickly came to the realization as you really took the time to look at him for the first time in a while that this relationship would never be a priority to him and that you'd been stupid enough to hope that he would change. "Well? I was in the middle of a briefing," he told you, tapping his foot on the floor expectedly as he folded his arms. You kept your voice even as you spoke the next sentence, not wanting to end on a bad note with him by yelling.

"I want to break up with you, Miguel."

[sturnioloskyline]

Can’t stop thinking about Matt pulling a prank on reader that makes her cry so she runs downstairs to tell his mom 😂

tattletale

pairing: matt x fem!reader

warnings: language, anxiety, injury(fake), crying, cheesy fluffy ending, not proofread

summary: matt hurts your feelings, so you tell on him.

thank you for the request, anon!! 😋

nick adjusted the camera he had set up on matt's desk, angling it so it recorded matt's bed. chris watched him, standing on the other side of the room and making surre the camera looked decently hidden. matt sat on the bed, scrolling on his phone while waiting for his brothers.

"camera's set up," nick stood up and turned to look at his brothers, grabbing both of their attentions. "you guys ready?"

matt and chris nodded, walking towards the camera so that they could record an explanation for their plan. nick reached over and clicked the record button, stepping back and clapping his hands together.

"hi guys. okay so," nick began explaining, a small smile tugging at his lips. chris grinned at the camera, rubbing his hands together mischievously. "today we're going to be doing a couple's prank!"

matt groaned and rolled his eyes at the term, shoving nick in his side. nick only laughed at his reaction.

"so basically, we're gonna call y/n and act like matt got in an accident or something, and we're gonna call her over and matt's gonna pretend he got hurt." nick turned to matt, who shook his head.

"i can't believe i'm agreeing to this," matt murmured, crossing his arms. chris and nick looked at each other, giggling.

"this is gonna be so good!" chris yelled jokingly, bouncing on his toes.

downstairs, the triplet's parents were spending time together while waiting for them to finish their video. matt explained to them that y/n was coming and they were going to be loud, but chose to leave out the main premise of the video, knowing that marylou wouldn't approve of their plan.

"okay, chris, call her,"nick instructed. chris complied, pulled his phone out of his pocket and searching for your contact. he held out his phone so his brothers could better see the screen.

"i don't know what to say," chris looked to his brothers for advice.

"just call and start, like, yelling," nick shrugged. matt's eyes widened.

"no, c'mon, don't scare her that bad," matt said nervously.

"that's the whole point matt!" nick scoffed. matt looked to chris for backup, but he shook his head.

"yeah, i agree with nick, sorry matt," chris said, opening your contact and hovering his thumb over the call button, hesitating. "nick, can you do it? i can't."

nick rolled his eyes but took the phone from chris, hitting the call button and putting the phone on speaker. matt buried his face in his hands. dreading the conversation that was about to happen. the phone rung out a few times before clicking, causing the triplets to shuffle tighter around the phone.

"chris? hello?" your confused voice sounded through chris's phone speakers. causing a smile to spread on matt's face.

"Y/N? ARE YOU THERE? IT'S NICK," nick screamed into the phone. chris immediately turned away to keep himself from laughing out loud.

"yeah, i'm here nick, what's wrong? what's going on?" your voice was laced with worry, causing matt's eyebrows to furrow in guilt.

"IT'S MATT," nick yelled. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED, BUT HE GOT HURT, YOU NEED TO GET OVER HERE."

"WHAT?" you screamed back in shock. your heart immediately droppeed at the mention of matt's name. "WHERE IS HE?"

"IN HIS ROOM, LISTEN, I HAVE TO GO—"

"NICK, WAIT, DON'T HANG—" nick hit the red end call button on chris's screen, handing his phone back to him.

"nick, what the fuck?" matt turned to his brother. "that was insane! she's gonna think i'm fucking dying."

"no she won't, it'll be fine, relax," nick shrugged, only causing matt to become more stressed.

"oh my god, guys!" chris jaw dropped at his phone screen, causing his brothers to snap their heads towards him. "she's calling again,"

"oh my god," matt groaned, putting his face in his hands.

"don't pick up! just let her come over," nick giggled. matt sighed and walked over to his bed, laying down and throwing an arm over his eyes.

"so... what do we do now?" chris asked, moving to sit at the end of matt's bed.

"we wait," matt pulled out his phone to check your location, and sure enough, you were already on your way to the triplets house. matt's eyes widened as you moved rapidly towards his location. "holy shit, she's whipping it."

nick walked over to matt and chris, and matt flips his phone around so his brothers can see the speed at which you're driving over. "if she's going that fast she'll be here in like, five minutes."

the triplets rushed to prepare for y/n's arrival. nick set up another camera to get an angle facing matt's door, chris looked out the window to watch out for y/n's car, and matt just curled up into a ball on his bed.

"okay, she's pulling in, she's pulling in!" chris frantically closed the window blinds, going to matt's side at the bed. nick stumbled as well, rubbing his palms on his pants.

"okay, okay, let's just start yelling," nick quickly suggested. chris didn't need to be told twice, immediately screaming.

"MATT!! MATT, ARE YOU OKAY MATT?" chris wailed, neding down at matt's side. matt rolled his eyes and his brother, resulting in a smack on the leg from nick.

"matt! scream!" nick whisper-yelled. matt sighed, but complied anyways.

"AAAAAAAAAA!" matt screams louder than he's ever been before. just a second later, the triplets could hear the front door being unlocked and opened from downstairs.

“matt?” your voice echoed throughout the house. you quickly bounded up the stairs, not bothering to take off your shoes.

matt lets out another scream of pain, making your heart drop to your stomach. you sprint to his room, bursting the door open, almost breaking it off of its hinges. nick and chris snapped their heads towards you, surprised by your sudden entrance. you ignored the way the looked at you, pushing past them to rush to matt's side.

matt laid with his face buried in the pillow, his knees tucked up to his chest. just the sight of him in pain made a lump form in your throat.

"matt!" you sink down beside the bed, placing your hand on matt's back. "baby what's wrong? what's happened?"

"hurts so bad.." matt's whined dramatically. your heart broke at the sound of his weak voice, tears pricking in your eyes. you looked at chris and nick, who just looked at you sadly.

"can you turn over for me?" matt shook his head into the pillow. matt had never acted like this when he was in pain, so you were starting to really think something was seriously wrong. a tear rolled down your cheek at the thought.

"oh, matt," you couldn't keep your voice from cracking with emotion. matt immediately noticed, snapping his head up from the pillow to look at you. when he saw the tears that were beginning to stream down your face, he immediately sat up and reached out to wipe them away.

"hey, don't cry," matt was riddled with guilt. you furrowed your eyebrows, confused as matt held your face in his hands.

"aw, c'mon matt!" chris groaned. you glanced over at him and looked back at matt.

"what the actual hell is going on?" you asked him.

"i'm not hurt, we were just pranking you for the vlog," matt explained, watching your face closely for a reaction. your facial expression remained blank, causing matt to worry. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to make you cry. it was nick and chris's idea."

nick and chris immediately began yelling to defend themselves, but you ignored them. you looked at matt, who looked to you with remorse in his eyes. you shook your head, standing up and walking towards the door.

"y/n, wait!" matt called out behind you, but you just exited the room. you weren't seriously angry at him, just a little frustrated. plus, now your head was aching from crying, so you wanted a glass of water.

you heard footsteps behind you so you turned around. you expected to see matt, but were surprised when you saw his mom instead. “marylou?”

"y/n!" she smiled, holding out her arms to greet you, but her smile faltered when she saw your watery eyes. "what's wrong honey?"

just then, matt opened his bedroom door, freezing when he saw you facing his mother. your eyes flicked to his before you turned back to marylou.

"your son—" you pointed to matt. "tricked me! he pulled the meanest ‘prank’ ever."

marylou gasped, turning to look at her son, who replied with a guilty look. "matthew!"

"he acted like he was dying! that’s not funny!" you ranted. marylou shook her head and pulled you into a hug.

you looked at matt over her shoulder, not being able to hold back your smile from him. his expression softened when he realized you weren't mad at him. shortly after, chris and nick appeared behind matt.

marylou pulled away from the hug, turning around to look at her sons. “is that what all that screaming was about? you were pulling a prank on sweet y/n?”

you giggled at marylou’s scolding. the triplets began talking over each other in defense, causing you and marylou to glance at each other, bursting into giggles.

…

as an apology, matt had brought you flowers and taco bell, and the two of you were watching one of your favorite movies. you were grateful; after all the emotional turmoil you went through earlier, all you wanted was some quiet quality time with matt.

you scooted over on the bed so that you could curl into his side once you finished your food. matt smiled down at you, throwing his tattooed arm over your shoulder. you leaned up to place a quick peck to his lips. when you pulled away, he placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you up to kiss him again. you smiled into the kiss, humming with content. the two of you broke away from each other, cuddling closer to each other and refocusing on the movie. you occasionally glanced at matt, memories from earlier flooding your brain.

“i hate seeing you hurt,” you spoke barely above a whisper. matt pulled you onto his chest, resting his head on top of yours.

“i know. i’m sorry,” he mumbled, kissing your head. you closed your eyes. “i hate seeing you cry.”

“i know,” you whispered back, wrapping your arms around him and laying on top of him. matt snaked his own arms around your waist, holding you tight.

the two of you stayed like that for the rest of the night, the movie fading into background noise as exhaustion took over your body, and before you knew it you were fast asleep on top of matt. matt stroked your hair, occasionally leaning down to kiss your head or bringing your hand to his lips, just wanting to make you feel safe. shortly after, matt gave into sleep himself, and the two of you slept soundly in each other’s arms.

…

author’s note: sometimes when i work on a big batch of fics i feel like that one hamilton lyric “hamilton wrote the other 51!!!” …. keep sending requests!! 🦄

[violette-hue]

Jealous

Summary: Steve really doesn't like the person you're interviewing, so afterwards he fucks you sensleess.

Trigger Warning(s): unprotected sex, cursing, degradation, slight forcing, mentions of breeding kink, not proof read, maybe some typos

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: Happy early birthday @ceo-of-daichi ! Possessive Steve is the best Steve~ (P.S. - I drank some tea for the flu in hops that it'll make me feel better, so the last half of this was written with a drowsy mind).

**Minors and ageless blogs do not interact. 18+ only**

“You’re interviewing him?”

You turned to look at your boyfriend as you buttoned up your blouse. You cocked a brow at the tone of his implication. You had been getting ready for a meeting for an interview that was to be done in an hour when he stalked into the room.

Ever since Steve had found out you were interviewing Loki for his part in the literal destruction of New York City, he had been making comments here and there on why this was a bad idea. Maybe he was right, but you were just over the moon Loki had even agreed to do an interview with you.

"Babe, I don't really see what's the problem," you responded nonchalantly, taking your time to button up the last few buttons. To show some boobage or to not. You chewed on the inside of your lip in thought.

Steve scoffed. "Are you kidding me? He just tried to take over New York City, causing millions in destruction. He's dangerous."

"Dangerous." You repeated. "Everyone is dangerous, Steve, even The Avengers. Besides, there's going to be, like, a bunch of police guys there guarding him. I actually think they might be S.H.I.E.L.D. agents."

You watched as the muscles on Steve's arm flexed as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Jesus Christ, Steve--"

"Language--"

"Why don't you just come with me? Brood in the corner like my silent protector."

It was silent for a few heartbeats, and you thought Steve might laugh in your face. Instead, he shook his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

"Fine," Steve said, leaning back against the door frame. "Button up your shirt again, I missed the show."

You giggled and rolled your eyes, but obeyed. You unbuttoned your blouse, then buttoned it back up again slower this time, giving a good show.

You walked into the interview room: Loki's cell. He was held behind some type of glass box, the floors some sort of dark, holographic tile. The room was bare, housing only a dozen or so S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. Loki had escaped once from a cell similar to this, the chances of him escaping again were likely. These agents wouldn't be able to do much to stop it.

You stepped towards the glass, stopping a foot or two from the cell. Loki was already standing, and as he stalked towards you, he made sure to trail his eyes over your body.

"Did you get all dressed up for me?" Loki drawled, a smirk tugging on the corners of his lips.

You rolled your eyes and pulled out the small recorder that was tucked into the waistband of your tight skirt. "I hate to bruise your ego, but it's actually a job requirement," you responded, tripling checking the recorder had enough charge. You had checked the decent sized black rectangle before you left the apartment and then on your way over here. A nervous habit and the constant feeling that something would go wrong.

"An enjoyable job requirement. For me," Loki commented.

You heard a low growl come from Steve and felt the warmth from his chest as he stepped closer to you.

"Oh," Loki hummed. "A displeasure to see you Mr. America." Loki took a few steps closer. "Did they send you in to keep guard, too?"

"No," Steve answered roughly. "And it's Captain."

"Yes, so sorry. Mr. Captain." Loki smiled wide, clearly enjoying making your boyfriend irritable.

You couldn't help but giggle and look down. Loki was charming and funny. Too bad he was an absolute menace to society.

"Mr. Laufeyson--" you started, pressing the record button.

"Oh, I like the sound of that," Loki purred.

"--I want to make you aware that from this point forward, I'll be recording or conversation for the interview you agreed to."

The door that lead to Loki's cell closed with a loud thud and you walked down the quiet hallways in silence. Steve hadn't said much since speaking up before the interview, and you had this gut feeling that something was wrong. You stole a glance toward him and frowned. He was brooding, his brows knitted together with irritation. Even as pissed as he looked, he still looked so beautiful, like he was carved by the hands of a goddess.

"Stop staring at me," Steve said sharply.

You frowned at the roughness in his voice. "You're angry."

"I'm not."

You moved your gaze back to the labyrinth you were walking through, deciding to stay quiet. It was no use trying to talk to Steve when he got in these moods. His walls would come up and anything you'd say would just bounce right back at you. You'd just have to wait until you got home.

The next few minutes were filled with the sounds of your shoes echoing off the dark floors. At this point, you weren't even sure where you were going, and you were hoping that Steve would guide you in the right direction. But he stopped, causing you to stop with him.

"What--?"

"I told you, you shouldn't have done that interview with him," Steve hissed.

You turned towards him, your brows furrowed with confusion. You opened you mouth, but closed it as soon as Steve continued.

"The whole time--the whole fucking time--he was doing nothing but flirting with you. Commenting on your clothes, commenting on your hair, commenting on your hips--"

"I do have nice 'birthing hips,'" you interjected playfully.

Steve backed you up against a wall, his hand slamming against the tile above your head. "That's not the fucking point," he growled, his face inches from yours.

"Language," you breathed. Your thighs instinctively rubbed together at the close proximity of your bodies. With just a slight arc of your back, your aching breasts would be flush against his chest. You mentally kicked yourself. Now wasn't the time to have your head in the gutter. Not when Steve was finally addressing the situation at hand.

"You looked like you were enjoying the flirting, too," he spat. "Did you?"

You were at a loss for words. Of course you enjoyed the playful flirting. You enjoyed the senseless comments just to irritate Steve and the below the belt jabs just to get a response out of him. How could you not? Steve was always so tense, so worried about his image in public that it came home with him. He didn't know how to let loose, how to just be Steve Rogers instead of Captain America.

"Yes," you finally answered. "I enjoyed it. A lot."

Steve pushed himself off the wall and ran a hand through his perfectly combed hair. "Fuck--" He took a deep breath and looked at you, then looked away. He seemed to be having an internal battle with himself.

"I liked the way you reacted to it," you continued bashfully, looking down. "Y'know, this--" You quickly gestured with a hand to Steve and stepped away from the wall.

You felt stupid at the disclosure, but you didn't want Steve to think you enjoyed the flirting because of who it was coming from. You liked the way Steve would place a subtle hand on your hip or gently brush back your hair whenever Loki would make a sly remark. Steve wasn't the possessive type, and you enjoyed it. But you also didn't know him being possessive would do these things to you. Your breasts felt heavier, your nipples pebbled, and your core ached with a neediness you had never felt before.

"This..." Steve trailed off. He gave a breathy chuckle and shook his head. "You're mine."

You blinked, taking a shallow breath. You needed to hear him say that again, needed to hear him say that while he was in you.

Steve shook his head again and backed you up against the wall once more. "You're mine." He buried his head in the crook of your neck and gave you a rough kiss against the sensitive skin. "Mine."

"I'm yours," you whispered, digging your fingers into his shoulders. You tilted your head back, exposing more of your neck for Steve to explore.

He pushed a knee between your legs and pried them open as much as your skirt would allow. His thick, muscled thigh rest on your lower thighs. If only you could hike this skirt up more, you thought, you'd be able to get some friction on your core. Your hips bucked and you licked your lips.

Were you really going to do this right here in the hallway? Steve tangled a hand in your hair and tugged roughly, eliciting a soft moan from your lips. To hell with this being a public space, you wanted Steve now. Your hands trailed down the blue button up he was wearing down to the gold buckle of his brown leather belt. You groaned in frustration, the belt lodged deep within the buckle.

"Steve Rogers and very horny girlfriend," echoed Fury's voice through the PA system. "Go fuck in your own house before I have you arrested."

Your hand froze, as did the rest of your body. How could you have forgotten you were in a public S.H.I.E.L.D. hallway with dozens of cameras? Nick Fury was practically watching the beginning of a porno. You moved your hands away from Steve's belt buckle and fixed your skirt. He stepped away from you, fixing his shirt. That's when you noticed his smirk. Had he planned all this? Realization hit you like a semi truck. Fury had exposed you all over the speakers. Speakers that sounded everywhere. Everywhere like in Loki's cell. After all the shameless flirting, Steve had proven to Loki that you were his.

You frowned. How could Steve have done this? It wasn't like him at all to dangle you like some prize.

"Real fucking mature, Steven."

"What's wrong, angel? You haven't spoken to me the whole ride home."

"Can it Steven," you snapped, tossing your purse on the kitchen counter. "You used me back there."

Steve scoffed. "Did I make a little scene in that hallway knowing Fury would say something? Maybe, sure. Did I know that Loki would hear? Yes. But, Angel, what was I supposed to do when you liked his flirting?"

You whirled on the ball of your foot toward Steve and pointed a finger at him. "You tricked me! I thought you were finally showing--I don't know, this dominant and possessive side? And I thought it was genuine, not some fucking show!"

Steve gave a heavy sigh. "Angel--"

"Don't fucking 'Angel' me, Steven." You pointed at him again, this time poking his chest. "I wanted to fuck you in that hallway. I was ready to fuck you in that hallway."

Steve grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you closer to him. "I was more than ready to fuck you in that hallway, too," he said, his voice a tad more gentle. "I would have fucked you against the glass of Loki's cell to claim you." A hot shiver ran down your spine and fluttered in your core. "I would have fucked my cum deep inside you until it ran down your legs for everyone to see. Especially him."

Your breath caught in your throat and the anger that was once boiling over in your blood had now dispersed. What replaced it was a deeply rooted lust that burned to your very core. Your blood, your body was on fire and the only way to sate it was to rip the clothes from your body and ride Steve until dawn.

"Do you want that, Angel?" Steve ran a hand down your arm and gently turned you around. His hand ran over your abdomen, his fingers catching in the buttons of your blouse. Your back was now flush against his chest and you felt something hard against your lower back. You breathed a shaky sigh of anticipation as he untucked the shirt from the tight skirt. His fingers worked to free the buttons and you shivered at the tension it caused your body.

You could only nod as the last button was freed, your chest nearly exposed. Your nipples hardened further at the coolness of your shared apartment, your lace bralette doing nothing to keep you warm.

He ran his hands up your bare stomach, then to the bottom of your bralette. His fingers dipped under the black, Lacey fabric and caressed the bottoms of your breasts. Another shaky sigh passed your lips and you rest your head back against shoulder. The feeling of his fingers sliding and squeezing your tender breasts, pinching and rolling your nipples between his fingers had you squirming for more. Wonton mews fluttered through your lips and your own hands rest over his, begging to handle you more rough.

Warm, wet kisses trailed along your neck to the outmost corner of your jaw. Your skin tingled where his lips met your flesh, tingled and buzzed until you felt as if you were going to explode. Steve had never handled you like this, had never been so passionate with you before.

Sex had always been mostly simple with Steve. Standard missionary was the go-to, with the occasional cowgirl. Everything else was…uncharted territory. Of course, you didn’t mind the simplicity, but this…this was amazing.

You pushed your bottom against his hard bulge and whined softly. “Steve,” you mewled. “I need more—please.”

Steve paused his ministrations on your breasts, his breath shaky against your neck. He slid his hands out of your lacy bralette, pausing at the bottom. In an instant, his fingers were digging into the lace, ripping the fragile fabric in two. Goosebumps pimpled over your breasts as the cold air of your apartment enveloped you skin. You gasped softly, the sudden show of aggression catching you off guard. His hands found place at the hem of your skirt, pushing the tight professional ware down your ass.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” Steve asked, his voice an octave lower.

You shakily stepped out of the skirt now pooled at your feet, now only standing in your opened blouse and a simple black thong. You shrugged the blouse to the floor, the remnants of your bralette falling with it. You turned around to face Steve in your nakedness.

“I need you,” you answered timidly, your gaze on the floor. “I need you inside me.” It was weird to tell him what you needed, having never spoken to each other during sex other than the occasional “you like that?” But you felt brave and…sexy. You took the smallest step closer, your fingers teasing the button of his jeans.

Steve let out a shaky breath, his hands gripping your hips tightly. You managed to undo the button one-handed and drag the zipper of his pants down, your fingers brushing against his clothed cock. You felt him twitch slightly, and you couldn't help the smile that tugged on your lips. He must be so hard, probably harder than he's ever been.

"Do you need me, too?" you asked, your hand fingering the hem of his boxers. Where was this braveness coming from? You slipped your hand inside his underwear, gently grabbing his cock. Your thumb swiped along the head of his penis, smearing his pre-cum.

Steve swallowed hard, and you could see the effort it took for him to bring his hand to caress your cheek. "I want you to suck my cock," Steve grunted.

Your thumb stopped its ministrations and you pulled your hand from his boxers. "No." You stepped back, looking Steve up and down.

Steve cocked his head to the side, his brows furrowed. "'No'?" he repeated. He took a step towards you, and you took a step back, your lower back brushing against the kitchen island counter. Steve shook his head and pulled up the shirt he wore. Understandably, you were quite distracted by his chest and the dark hairs leading down to--

You let out a small yelp as Steve grabbed you by the backs of your knees and placed you on the counter. He forced your legs apart, running a finger over the thin g-string covering your heated mess. A finger pushed the thin fabric aside and delved inside your needy cunt. His finger flexed and curled almost instantly, and you let out a loud moan.

"You sound so needy," he growled, pulling his finger out. He rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, spreading your juices. "Is it me that's got you like this? Or him?" He shook his head, disgust shining through his features. "Slut."

You winced at the word, at the harshness of it. Did he really mean that? "Steve," you started, "of course it's you--" You were cut off with a loud moan pushing through your lips as Steve inserted two fingers inside you. His fingers curled once more, and with it your toes.

"This pussy belongs to me," he pumped his fingers inside you, his other hand pushing down his boxers and pants. "Your pussy belongs to me."

Without a warning, Steve's fingers abandoned your needy core, and in its place was his cock. The thickness stretched you out, and the head of his penis hit against your puffy walls. He pulled out quickly, then bottomed out inside you once more. His hands gripped your hips roughly, his thrusts just as rough. You cried out each time, nearly feeling him in your stomach. It was too much, but not enough at the same time. You had never been fucked like this before, and you relished in it. Relished in the way Steve's balls slapped against you with a wet snap. Relished in the way Steve made a mess of you--your wetness dripping down to the counter.

"I belong to you," you whimpered, back arching. Your hands gripped his thick biceps, your nails digging into his flesh.

Steve's thrusts faltered and he finally looked at you. He pulled you flush to his chest, your bare breasts against him. He gripped your chin and looked deep into your eyes. "Say it again."

You were caught aback, never having seen Steve so vulnerable before. You moved your hands up to rest on his shoulders. "I'm yours, Steve. Body and soul."

It was as if a switch had been pressed in Steve. One minute you were on the counter and the next you were bouncing against the wall. Steve thrust up into you, his cock never leaving the warmth of your pussy. His grip on your hips was ironclad as he fucking you on the wall. You screamed in bliss and in pain. You'd never been explored like this--Steve had never explored you like this. His cock was hitting places you didn't even know existed or felt good. He shifted his position, thrusting into you at a different angle and you saw stars. Tears leaked from the corner of your eyes as your orgasm washed through your body. Your legs wrapped around his torso, your ankles locking around each other.

Steve fucked you through your orgasm, sweat lining the both of your bodies. Your hands tangled in his hair and tugged lightly, another cry emanating from your lips. You ground your hips down against him, your clit rubbing against his pelvis. You could feel another orgasm coming, could feel the tension in your body rise. Your fingers tightened on the strands of Steve's hair as another orgasm was nearing its peak. Your back arched as your body trembled with another orgasm, your legs shaking. Steve's thrusts faltered and he groaned loudly. His cock twitched inside you as he pushed himself as deep as he could in your battered cunt. He allowed himself to spill his seed within you, and you both stayed in that position for quite some time. Even when you felt his cock soften within you, you stayed like that, each breathing hard.

"Steve?" you breathed, untangling your fingers from his hair.

"Hmm?" he answered. His head rest on your shoulder, his breath fanning against your neck.

"Did you really mean that? That you'd fuck me in front of Loki?"

Steve lifted his head and looked at you. "Well, maybe not in front of someone--"

"But like," you paused timidly, "in public?"

Steve chuckled. "I wouldn't mind, angel. We can try it one day."

[hanjisunglover]

heya! may i be ⭐🍰 anon if its not taken? (ik my user is exposed bc im gonna show a photo but ill still be an anon) thanks☺. but i have a thought to bring to the table anddd its abt jisung so you may love it or like it! but enough rabbling, let me tell you the thought.

imagine if jisung looked like this everytime you give him head. like it'll be a calm Saturday afternoon and jisung just came from being at the dorms for the week. you were in the room with Bbama laying on your chest while you play your animal chef game on your phone. jisung comes in says hi and gives hugs and kisses then gets in the shower. after his shower he puts on a sweater like black shirt on and basketball shorts. then you asked him how was practice and his day went. he told you about it and talked about him being stressed a bit and how he needed some type of relief (*wink wink*). so you put Bbame down in his bed in the living room then come back to the room and started putting up your hair. jisung is a bit confused then he realizes,your about to give him head.he watches you sink to your knees on his side of the bed then look at him "ji,if you dont mind taking your shorts off for me?" you said in your always soft voice and he immediately started taking off his shorts. you see hes left in his black briefs,then you started softly kissing the bulge in them. jisung let out a sigh as he watches you with his plump bottom lip his in mouth. after your teasing, you pull down his briefs and his 7 inches springed out and softly slapped his belly button, it was a bit girthy but the stretch felt so good when he'll enter you. his pink red-ish tips' precum oozing out, it looked delicious and your mouth started to water. the shaft slightly curving up a bit. jisung looks at you waiting eagerly for you to take him in his mouth...

(im gonna leave this here and let you do your amazing magic and make this piece of trash wayyy better. and sorry if theres mistakes and sorry again for the basically huge paragraph or more. and btw, DO NOT feel pressure to write this! totally fine with me if you just react to it and not write ;) buttt ill see if you write it or not~ bye bye! 😘)

hello ⭐🍰 anon, sooo nice to have you here! AND OMG YOU DON'T GET IT HOW MUCH I THINK ABOUT THAT VLOG. your writing skills >>>, also it's pretty short but yeah

warnings: switch reader, switch hanji, oral receiving (m), praise kink, cum eating.

Your eyes are locked in his, he's looking at you so impatiently that it's driving you crazy and still need even to taste his pre-cum. "Angel please, do- do something."

Your hands travel on his thighs, as your breath hits the sensitive head of his cock, Jisung grab lightly your hair driving your mouth to him, "show some respect baby," you make fun of him — just to see his expression getting darker, his grip gets stronger.

"Give me that mouth y/n," he hisses lightly, your tongue take the way from the base of his cock towards the tip, sucking as soft as you can, his head move back as his other hand grab the sheets under him. Your lips open enough to take half of his shaft in your mouth, the moans that he's letting out are the best sound that you could ever ask. His grab on your hair get tighter when you start to move your head up and down.

"God, do not stop.." His voice gets high pitch with a whimper, you're sucking his dick so well that his toes curls for the pleasure, he feels that he's gonna explode in your throat. Your eyes start to tear up for the deep throating that your beautiful boyfriend is receiving, the saliva run down to your chin making his view blurry for pleasure. He cum in your mouth, making you moan around his shaft cause the taste it's amazing and you just can't contain yourself from swallowing every drop of it.

Jisung moan even louder as his muscles tense up for the pleasure, your eyes are closing letting the tears for the intense moment that he just felt, his hands stroke your cheeks softly as your head move slightly up from his cock. "you're.. perfect."

[elijahs-dumps]

HUSKERDUST IS AMAZING!!! ... sort of

Okay, so, Hazbin Hotel. Obviously HUGE SPOILER WARNING ahead, but this show was fantastic! I've been a fan of Vivziepop's work for a while now, and even though I don't really enjoy Helluva Boss, I was really looking forward to Hazbin for many years. However, just because you really enjoyed something doesn't mean you can't acknowledge its flaws. And in a show with as many pacing issues as Hazbin, where do you even begin? Well, my personal main issue with the show was Huskerdust. Not because the ship isn't likeable, it's simply because most of what I didn't like about the show can link back to these two characters and their dynamic. So I guess I'm using them as my Trojan's horse in a way!

Huskerdust, which is the ship name between Husk and Angel Dust, is one of the main romances within Hazbin Hotel. Vivzie told us it would be a slow burn pretty early on, but honestly I think this ship is one of the fastest slow burns known to man. I mean, they had a cutesy little duet where they danced together in the fourth episode! This is tied to an underlying issue with the show's pacing all together. If Hazbin had more episodes like it should've, I think this "slow burn" concept would've worked better. Considering the fact we only had episodes, and the two characters still haven't really "confessed" or kissed yet, I suppose you could call it whatever you want to really.

The two characters and their dynamic is set up very early on, even in the pilot. It'll usually go something like, Angel will target Husk because he's the only one Angel can get a reaction out of in the hotel. Angel will do anything from making an innuendo, to literally sexually harassing Husk. And naturally, Husk will get frustrated because Angel is pushing his boundaries. Do I think it's weird that a show which talks about SA still uses sexual harassment as the butt of its jokes? Yeah, I think it's super weird and a little insensitive. But it's not my place to comment on such matters because I'm not properly educated, so I'm just gonna brush over it for now. It just makes this ship a little tough to swallow for me, considering Angel's blatant disregard for Husk's feelings.

However, even though Husk is the only one Angel can toy with at the hotel, Husk is also the only one who "sees through" Angel and the fake persona he uses as a means to cope and protect himself. This creates conflict, because Husk will call Angel out when Angel pushes his buttons, and Angel will get defensive and lash out. We see this in episode four; Masquerade. After a bad "shoot" with Valentino, Angel comes back to the hotel and gets into an argument with Husk which causes him to storm out. Charlie and Vaggie send Husk after him, and Husk finds Angel at a dive bar of some kind (I think).

Before we continue with Huskerdust, I've got something major I need to get off my chest about this episode. If Charlie is so "madly powerful' like Lucifer, and she knows Angel is being mistreated by Val, why can't she free Angel from his contract? Or at least try to talk to Angel about his situation after this episode? Maybe she did, and we just didn't see it because of the five-month-long time skip (which is another problem with this show's pacing), or maybe soul contracts work outside of angelic power. But I feel like it would've been nice if they told us that Charlie tried to help Angel more, just for my own peace of mind. Because to me, I just felt like Husk and Charlie brushed off the reality of Angel's situation very easily, regardless of that the fact that they're in Hell or not. I get that shitty things probably happen in Hell all the time, but c'mon!

Speaking of Charlie, this show does an awful lot of telling when it comes to Charlie's issues and not a lot of showing, Her "daddy issues" are one example of this, but right now I'm talking about how the characters often mention that Charlie solves everyone's problems to avoid her own. I thought this could be a interesting character flaw in hindsight, because wanting to solve everyone's problems for them can lead to a lot of boundaries being pushed, and character conflict arising. I was a bit surprised when Charlie immediately left the studio after Angel yelled at her, and seemed to handle is extremely maturely. She even goes as far as to blame what happened on herself when it was clearly Valentino's fault. While I think it's cool that Charlie handled everything so well, I also would've liked to see her struggle with this a little more. I think the concept of Charlie not knowing when to back off could be a good opportunity for some actual growth from her, instead of her development or growth just being explained to us every episode. Unfortunately though, Hazbin clearly didn't have the time for this kind of character work because the show is so plot heavy.

Back to the ship, once Husk finds Angel the two sing a song called Loser, Baby. Which is basically Husk trying to cheer Angel up and get him to stop self-loathing so much. I'll get a little personal for a minute and say if I was Angel this would not have worked on me at all. While I do think Angel has some self-hatred problems, his issues clearly run so much deeper than that. However, this was obviously just the first step in Angel's long road to healing I suppose, considering he only opened up to Husk so much. That being said, it's not like we even get to see Angel heal or develop further because of the time skip. Something else that rubbed me the wrong way with this whole scene was how Husk tried to relate to Angel by speaking about his own experience with Alastor. We find out that Husk used to be an Overlord, and that he lost his soul to Alastor in some kind of bet or card game. Alastor is one of our main characters, and they really put him up side by side with Valentino, out of the blue like that, like... Let's all think logically for a minute. This, combined with that one scene from episode five, made me like Alastor a little less. I understand that Alastor is sick and twisted, he's completely and undeniably evil. But seeing how his actions directly affect another member of our main cast was really off putting, and it put such a huge damper on this "found family" energy that Hazbin Hotel was clearly was aiming for.

Oh, and remember when I mentioned Valentino? Yeah, he's not safe either. I didn't even think twice about this character until one of my friends told me Val was their favorite character. It made me look back on all his scenes, and I realized something. He's actually really funny, and pretty entertaining to watch. Even the way he talks about Angel Dust when Angel Dust isn't present is played for the laughs. If anything, the way Val acted in episode four was a complete 180 from episode two. I thought this was a questionable writing choice, I'll be honest. Why would you purposefully write this character to be almost likeable to a certain extent, only to have him commit inexcusable crimes in the next episode. Look, if you're a Valentino fan, good for you. I'm not going to tell anyone not to like a certain character, because that's just not fair. I just personally disagree with the way Val was written. I think trying to paint Val as if he's just like every other character on this show whenever he's not actively abusing Angel really diminishes Angel's suffering from a viewer perspective.

I also feel like episode four kind of dug it's own grave in a sense, regardless of anything I've said so far. Because this episode is entirely about Angel Dust, he obviously gains development and growth from it. And in a show like Hazbin, with poor pacing and not enough time to flesh out characters, Angel's current development now sets him apart from anybody else in the entire series. Now even Charlie, the main character, seems one dimensional when compared to Angel Dust.

Circling back to Huskerdust again, I should probably acknowledge that Husk and Angel never even got another real one-on-one interaction after this episode for the rest of the show! Except for a really small one in episode six. But they literally exchange like three sentences, and about four or five months have passed between episode four and six, so do with that what you will. Not to mention, Husk refers to Angel as “kid” in one of these sentences. While I do think the age gap between Angel and Husk is strange, I feel like it’s easily defendable. I’m sure once Husk and Angel actually become a couple, Husk will stop calling Angel a kid. And we all know Angel isn’t a legal minor by any means. I don’t think it was necessary for the story though, and the two easily could’ve been made closer in age so this ship wouldn’t seem as… peculiar. Let's also remind ourselves that Huskerdust somehow has more substance than the main pre-existing couple. Yet again, this is just a side effect of "too much to do, not enough time to do it". But we will save the Chaggie discussion for another day...

So, do any of these things make Huskerdust bad? No, not in my opinion, at least. I'm still rooting for this ship no matter what, and I will personally be storming Prime Video HQ if they don't become canon next season. I think all ships and shows have their own problems, and for whatever reason the problems within Hazbin Hotel stood out to me more than I was expecting. Still, I did enjoy this show a lot. I might even do another post about it soon. And I'll definitely be counting down the days until season two drops!

[glitch-karma]

HEYYYY! HOW ARE YOU??

Could you do smth about Ango, where his s/o picks him up out of his work chair, slings him over their shoulder (The s/o is pretty tall and physically strong) and takes him home. And when they take him home they feed him, bathe him and dress him in something comfy and just take him to bed and cuddle him. Just a motherly person tbh.

If you don’t like this or you don’t feel like doing this please feel free to disregard it. And if you do and up doing it I’ll probably be back! Anyways, have a good day/night!! <333

(I absolutely love your panty pfp btw)

✧One shot

✧Content/Cw's: Fluff, comforting the exhausted boy,

✧Includes: GN! Reader, Reader also works at the special ops, Reader is also taller than Ango(How?🤷) , Established relationship, Pet names, dirty jokes from reader

✧Notes: He really needs a hug man, took me awhile to do this cause I would get a burst of energy and ruin the sleepy vibes lmao

You released a sigh as you stretched out in your office chair. You'd stayed at the office for around an extra hour, but it was definitely time to go home. Coming in early and leaving late was a frequent reoccurrence, but today was super busy. Leaving everyone rightfully tired.

You released an exhausted sigh as you stood up and clicked the power button on your work computer. A yawn escaped your lips as you grabbed your work bag and flipped off the lights in your office. You walked a few doors down the hall, stopping at an opened office door that was familiar to you. "Angoo-"

You stopped as you peeked into his office. He'd already turned off all his lights, but he was vigorously typing in his computer still. A cup of coffee sitting right next to him that looked half empty.

You could faintly see the dark circles under his eyes as he typed quickly. He was definitely focused, but on the wrong things this late. A sigh escaped your lips as you set your bag down beside the door. "Ango." You mumbled, alerting him as he glanced up from his computer.

"Ah, dearest. I didn't think you'd be done with work so early." He said as he slouched back in his chair a tad. "Ango. It's 1 am." He looked surprised as he looked back down at his watch and sighed. "So it is.."

"It's time to go home, I'll pack your stuff." You say, reaching down and picking up his bag and putting stray papers and folders into it as he sat up. "Y/n, I really should finish this before-"

Before he could finish you already had both of your bags in your hands, walking over and sliding his desk chair back. He sat there blinking as you quickly saved and exited out every tab, then pressing the power button. "It's time to go home and eat a proper meal Sakaguchi." He stared at you in shock. "Well-"

Before he could get a thought out, he was scooped onto your shoulder. He struggled a bit out of shock as you positioned him better. "Let's go then." You spoke as you carried him out of the office. After a few seconds of walking, you could feel him ease up as he rested his head against your neck. You smiled in victory as you opened the glass door, walking towards the parking lot.

After securely placing him and your bags in the passenger seat, you hopped in the front and started making your way back home. "So, for dinner I was thinking I'd just make some rice and reheat that eel I made the other day. I know it's your favorite, not sure if it'll be as good reheated but eh, it's late." You smiled as you drove.

You couldn't see it, but Ango's face softened as he stared at you. It was funny how your voice and the way you talked could calm him so. Just a special skill of yours he guesses. "-and I swear I will cook again tomorrow. Feels like we've been having leftovers for days."

He chuckled as he rested back in the car seat. You chuckled as well as you pulled into the driveway. You yawned as you opened up your car door, Ango doing the same. You walked around, grabbing both bags again as you dug in your own for the keys. Before you could find them, Ango pulled out his own and unlocked the door himself.

You both walked in, you setting both bags in a separate room before slipping off Ango's jacket. "Go ahead and sit down. I bought some microwave rice so all I have to do is reheat the eel." You nodded at him as you headed to the kitchen. He watched as you walked away, a little awe struck. Even with your hair messy and your work clothes still on, you were gorgeous to him.

After a few minutes you walked back over and set down the two bowls next to him along with a small plate of cucumber strips. Sitting down and grabbing your own, you both began eating. It was quiet, only the sound of both of your chopsticks as you both enjoyed the meal together.

As both of your bowls emptied, you then stood up with a delightful sigh. "Alright. Now that our stomachs are full.." you spoke as you grabbed a piece of Ango's hair, which was slightly greasy. "We gotta do something about this."

Ango pushed up his glasses as you spoke, slightly embarrassed. You pulled back his chair, grabbing him under his arms and lifting him onto his feet. "Come on, bath time." You said as you grabbed his hand and led him to your bathroom.

He sat on the counter as you switched the tub on, closing the drain and watching it slowly fill. You grabbed a small bag of bath salts next to the tub along with a soap you knew he liked. Putting both in, you swished around the tub to mix it, before standing up and wiping your hand off as it filled.

"Alright, now strip." You said, looking over at Ango. His face exploded crimson as you spoke. You smirked down at him as you threw the towel to the counter. "It's not like I haven't seen it before y'know." You teased.

Ango looked away from you as he took off his glasses. "I know I know." He chuckled in embarrassment. You chuckled as well as you walked up to him. "Here, I'll help with your shirt. Just with the buttons." You said as you began un-buttoning each of the buttons on his shirt. He chuckled as he undid his tie right as you finished.

After, you put your attention back on the bath. It was almost full, but needed a few more bubbles. You walked over and put some more soap in as Ango finished undressing. You then stood up and turned the faucet off. "Alright, it's ready for ya An'"

You could see Ango melt as he got in the warm bath, his face softening. You smiled as you sat on your knees by the tub. You kissed his forehead as you leaned back, grabbing a scrub as you handed it to him. "Scrub all the work stress off your body. After your done I'll shampoo your hair. And condition it since it desperately needs it." You smiled at him as he took the scrub from you.

He laughed as you grabbed the shampoo and a cup. You waited a few minutes, making conversation as he washed the day off his body. After he finished you filled the cup up, dumping it over his head as he backed away from the water a bit. You smirked as you grabbed the shampoo, squirting it into the top of his head. Dipping your hands in the water first, you began scrubbing the shampoo into his scalp, which he seemed to be enjoying thoroughly.

After you finished his hair, you planted a few kisses around his face. Then standing up and begging to drain the tub. "Here, dry yourself off. I'll go get you some pj's," you smile as you hand him a towel. He smiles back as you leave the bathroom, walking into your shared bedroom.

As you walked back, you set the clothes onto the sink counter top. "Go ahead and get dressed, I'll change and meet you in bed." You said as you walked out of the bathroom.

When you walked back out to the bed, you saw Ango setting his glasses on the bed stand. You hopped onto the bed, releasing a sigh as you crawled under the covers. You then turned to the man beside you as he stared into your eyes. You smiled at him as you opened your arms. "C'me here."

He accepted the invitation as his head made contact with your chest. You chuckled lightly as your arms wrapped around him. You could feel his breath steady as it hit your neck. You slowly placed a line of kisses in his head as you stroked his back lightly. He sighed into you as he scoots closer.

"I love you my dear." He mumbled as you could hear the sleepiness in his voice. You kissed him once more as you pulled him even closer. "I love you too. Get some rest, alright? You need it." You said as your own eyes fell shut. The two of you enjoyed each other's arms that night.

[evandarya]

Inflatable Unicorn Surprise

{Read on AO3}

"'Come to the beach, they said. 'It'll be fun they said." Danny grumbled as he stomped down the hotel hallway. "Yeah, NOT!" Danny's parents had been invited to an engineering conference in Florida, and Danny had been forced to come along. After spending all morning helping his parents set up their booth he was finally freed to go to the beach. He let himself into the hotel room, changed into his swim trunks, and grabbed his towel before heading back out.

Danny hit the elevator call button and waited as it made its way down. When the doors opened he was met with an inflatable unicorn. 

"Um." The unicorn shifted and Danny could see the person holding it, a tall man with black hair and dark shades. Next to him was a shorter teen, also with black hair and dark glasses pushed up on his head. Danny felt his breath catch in his throat. This guy was hot!

"Oh, sorry!" The man said, pushing the unicorn into the corner of the elevator, leaving just enough room for Danny to get in. 

"I told you to have Jay carry it down the stairs." The teen said, typing on his phone. 

"He barely agreed to come, I didn't want to piss him off." The man said before turning to Danny. "Are you headed to the beach?" 

"Yeah, I need to work on my tan," Danny said, holding out his arm. He knew he was paler than most. The man laughed and nudged the teen beside him.

"Look, Timmy. He's as pale as you." 

Timmy looked up from his phone and paused for a moment before putting his phone away and holding his arm up beside Danny's. Danny compared their arms and blinked.

"How are you paler than me? I didn't know that was possible." Danny said.

Timmy huffed a laugh. "That's what's called a 'pro gamer move.'"

Danny couldn’t help it, he laughed. “You’ll have to teach me your ways sometime,” he said just as the elevator doors opened. Danny stepped out of the elevator followed by the other two.

“There you guys are. I’ve been waiting here for ten minutes.” Danny turned toward the rough voice and paused for just a second. There was something slightly off about the man. Not just the patch in his hair that looked a bit too white, or the green in his eyes that was just a bit too vivid to be natural. No, something about this man caused Danny’s core to shudder with a sense of wrongness.

“It’s been five minutes, tops, Jay” Timmy was saying, but Danny didn’t stick around to hear it. He needed to get away from ‘Jay’.

***

“There you are! Did mom and dad keep you busy?” Jazz asked, setting her book aside when Danny flopped down next to her under the umbrella. 

“Like you wouldn’t believe. I didn’t think I’d ever get out of there.” Danny scanned the beach, spotting Dani out in the water. She had been so excited to hunt for sand dollars that he wasn’t sure how they would get her out of the ocean. “See anything interesting?”

“Not really, just the normal beach stuff,” Jazz said. “Except, that kid has been here as long as I have by himself.” She pointed to a kid, probably Dani’s age, sitting by himself under an umbrella. “I’ve been keeping an eye on him, just to make sure nothing happens.” 

“Looks like his family made it,” Danny said. The boy had gotten up to wave down… “Oh, ancients.”

“What, what is it?” Jaz said. 

“Those guys, with the inflatable unicorn?” Jazz looked around until she spotted them and nodded. “They were on the elevator. Something is weird with the guy with white in his hair.” 

“Weird like Amity weird?” 

“Yeah, like Amity weird. I just get a bad feeling about him.”

“Is he a ghost?”

“No, not a ghost, but something liminal for sure.” 

“We’ll just avoid them, then.” Jazz said. Danny agreed. Even though Timmy was hot and Danny wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. Something was off with Jay.

***

“Something is off with that kid,” Jason said, patting more sand into the bucket. He'd never actually made a sandcastle before, something that Dick had seen as a grave oversight. Jason didn’t care, but if making the stupid castle would get him off his back he was willing to do it. 

“Off how?” Dick asked, digging out a moat. 

“I don’t know. Something…” He didn’t know how to explain it, but when he saw the kid the pit surged in a way it hadn’t done for years. But not with anger. “It feels like when I’m on patrol and I see a kid who needs help.” 

“Jay, that’s a whole teenager. He was flirting with Timmy in the elevator. I don’t think he needs help.” Jason just hummed, unconvinced. Dick sighed. “If it makes you feel better, we can go talk to them, but just to make sure they are safe. We are on vacation, so no working. That  means you, too, Tim.” 

“I’m not working, I’m texting Kon,” Tim said, from his perch on the ridiculous unicorn Dick had bought. “Barbara geo-locked me out of everything else.” 

“I, for one, do not require downtime,” Damian said. “I was trained-”

“Since you were three to perform perfectly on no sleep. Yes, we know.” Tim said, stuffing his phone back into his pocket. Damian leveled a glare at him but Tim ignored it. Jason sighed. He had missed their more violent meetings, but from what he has heard those two will be at each other’s throats until the end of time. 

“The only question is how are we going to get closer to them without raising suspicions?” Dick asked. Tim launched into some convoluted plan that Jason was not listening to at all. Instead, he got up and started digging in their beach bag until he found the deflated beach ball. It only took a minute to blow it up. That done he took it over to where Dick was still sitting by the castle. 

Jason tossed the ball into the air, took careful aim, and- “Heads up!” The ball soared and landed smack dab in the middle of the two, exactly where he wanted it to go. 

“That works, too,” Tim said, getting up off the unicorn and following him. 

“I’m sorry about that.” He said, eyeing the girl holding his ball. She had startling teal eyes and long red hair and he wondered if it was as soft as it looked. He took the ball back from her. “Are you two alright?” Jason asked. 

“We’re fine, thanks for asking,” she said, standing and brushing sand from her legs. 

"Hey, you're that kid from the elevator. We didn't get to meet properly before. I'm Jason, and these are my brothers Dick, Tim, and Damian." He said, gesturing to them. 

The boy stood, giving him a wary look before saying. "I'm Danny, this is my sister, Jazz."

"Is it just the two of you here?" Dick asked with a smile.

"Our other sister is out there, looking for sand dollars." Jazz said, pointing out to the ocean. Jason could just make out a head bobbing with the waves. 

"Sand dollars?" Damian wondered aloud. "Those shells they sell at the gift shops?"

"Yeah," Danny said. "Dani had never heard of them before and when she learned they were animals she wanted to see a live one." 

"Drake, give me your phone. I need to see these creatures." Damian said, snatching Tim's phone from him.

"I thought you were Danny?" Tim asked, he was grappling with Damian for his phone back.

"I'm Danny-with-a-y, she's Dani-with-an-i," Danny said with a grin. Jason would bet they kept their names similar on purpose, just to confuse people.

"Your parents named you both Danny?" Dick asked.

Danny snorted. "Says the man who willingly goes by 'Dick'."

Jazz smacked her brother on the back of the head, and Jason hid his smile. He was liking these two more and more.

"Drake," Damian said from his place in the sand. "I need to go hunt these creatures. They can't really look like this."

Tim looked at the phone screen and wrinkled his nose. "How is that not an alien?"

"That is what I want to figure out," Damian said, handing the phone back to Tim and heading toward the water.

"Tim, go with him. Make sure he doesn't try to bring anything home." Dick said.

Tim groaned. "Fine, but I'm taking the unicorn." 

"I'll come, too. Dani's probably got a bag full of shells by now." Danny said, trailing after Tim. 

"I'm going to go get some snacks," Dick said before running off. 

"We've been abandoned." Jazz said, sitting down again and picking up her book. Jason sat down next to her.

"Rude of them."

"'Is not general incivility the very essence of love?'"

"Pride and Prejudice?" Jason asked.

"It's my favorite book." Jazz said, showing him the cover of a well-loved copy.

"No shit? Mine too!"

***

"Your brother, Jason," Danny started, "He wouldn't happen to have a motorcycle, would he?" 

Tim glanced at the boy over his shades. Danny was hanging off the unicorn float, presumably keeping them from floating out to sea, while Tim lay on the float.

"Yeah, actually. Why?"

"Jazz is a goner, then. She can't resist a man with scars and a motorcycle." 

Tim hummed. "What about you?"

"What? What kind of man can't I resist?" Danny asked with a grin. "I don't know."

"Danny likes feral rat boys!" Dani called from a few feet away. Danny responded by splashing his little sister, but she ducked under the waves. 

"If you intend to court Drake," Damian chimed in, "you should be aware that he is more of a domesticated raccoon than a feral rat."

"Danny hasn't gotten any since his boyfriend broke up with him two months ago. I don't think he's picky." Dani said. 

Tim saw a dangerous look pass over Danny's face before he disappeared silently beneath the surface. 

"Where'd he go?" Dani scanned the waves, turning around on the spot. There was no warning before she suddenly went under with a curse. Danny came up first, grinning and shaking the water from his hair, and Dani followed a second later, coughing and sputtering. "Jerk!" She exclaimed, splashing him. 

"Can you get Damian next? I owe him for that raccoon comment." Tim said, grinning. Danny flashed a sharp grin and sunk into the water again.

[idiotwithanipad]

-Headcanons for Robin I've had going through my head for hours now🫣

・Robin went millions of years without knowing about his power over electricity. So maybe he found out about lightning somehow through a living who stayed/lived at Button House and all of his memories before his death added up. The last thing he would've heard and seen would be a loud bang and a flash of light... Then nothing, not really any indication that THAT was the cause of his death...back then anyway. And we know that when his emotions are at their peak, he causes lights to flicker and bulbs to blow, maybe one day he was at near breaking point for whatever reason in whatever emotion and a bulb blew right by him (kinda like how in Matilda when she looks at the TV, gets angry, and it explodes)? Then he began practicing on lights placed around the house. 

・At some point, Robin obviously learned that he died because of lightning, not the bear (even though he still blames the bear😂) and the science behind lightning related deaths: essentially cooking to death from the inside. He knows what lightning can do because when he rushes to save Mike in that one episode he keeps looking up at the sky, he knows what he's about to do and he's watching to make sure he gets there in time to make his move. He knows that he's the only one who can save Mike because lightning IS electricity.

・Robin and Mary most likely felt more connected to each other after learning about each other's deaths. Robin knows how Mary died since he was a witness to it all, he saw that Mary was innocent... Strange, but innocent🥰 So after learning about how Robin died, Mary most likely felt less alone in her circumstances; She burned to death on the outside, he burned to death on the inside

・Robin most likely has a gaydar. He's seen homosexuality all throughout the ages in all shapes and sizes, even in his own tribe. There was most likely a hunky guy in the tribe who could snap a Mammoth tusk in half with his bare hands. Back in his day, who WOULDN'T be attracted to that?😂 Most likely the reason he knows about The Captain and Anthony Havers. Other than seeing it with his own eyes, he probably had an inkling that The Captain had feelings for Anthony Havers; Robin picks up on small details, so he'd be keeping an eye on body language and eye contact between two people. He'd know instantly. (Also Robin would definitely be president of the Button House Pride club if there was one😂

・Robin has a soft spot for kids. Clearly, he had many many of his own babies, so he's very used to them. But look how he behaves around children and young teens; when Sophie Bone (age 12) comes to Button House, he's all over her like a rash trying to pick up on what she's saying... And ends up learning a wholeass language... Let that sink in. He also most likely never left her side during her many years there, he slept on her window seat for crying out loud🥺) Then there was those kid's birthday party at the house. Even though they couldn't see him, he was still dancing around and being silly with them. Then after Julian accidentally caused a cup to fall on the floor and smash, he rushed over to it and tried to tell Alison, maybe because he knew it was sharp and one of the kids could cut their foot on it? 🥺and did you hear his laugh in that scene, like did you really listen to the way he laughs... Heartstrings WERE tugged🥹

・Robin most likely felt a little bit paternal over Kitty. He watched her grow from a child into a young woman, he obviously knows her better than he'd probably like to admit. When Kitty is upset, he doesn't just brush it off like everyone else, he sticks around to tell her it's okay to cry and that it'll make her feel better (🥺❤️) along with Mary (surrogatemumanddad). They stay with her until she falls asleep and LOOK at how they melt when she does sleep, like LOOK

When Kitty sings, look at the faces Robin and Mary make, tell me those AREN'T the faces of parental bliss😂 (I also don't think it's a coincidence that they sat Robin and Mary next to each other in that scene).

Just the way they look at Kitty in general

Then there's this..

Kitty got the lead role an he was proud, need I say more...And during their pantomime rehearsal when Fanny badmouths Kitty (Cinderella), the look on Robin's face. He's like 'we're just gonna ALLOW this?!

・Robin most likely related to Pat in most ways. He knows what it's like to be taken away from his family so quickly so soon, especially with so much depending on him. When Pat goes into a depressive state over his family coming to pay their respects, especially with his wife and former best friend, he gets conflicted. But look at Robin, he's hella quick to jump in and correct Thomas's harshness. He knows how it feels after all; being forced to just WATCH your family mourne, not being able to tell them you're alright, and then comes a day where they stop coming. Robin most likely lingered in that spot where he died for hours in confusion, until his tribe began to search, and when they finally found him it devastated them. His sister's sorrowful, wailing cries, his children huddled around him trying to wake him up, the elders and possibly his parents saying blessing to Moonah to watch over him😭Robin doesn't sugarcoat the situation, like telling Pat to enjoy it while it lasts or to hope for the best, he tells Pat how it REALLY is because he's been there countless times with countless tribes and families. Times gonna pass, things are gonna change and you won't see the people you love ever again, but more will come (honestly Robin should be called 'Owl' cause he's wise asf🥹❤️)

Robin, you marvelous man, stunning specimen, special little scrunkly, NEVER change you're the loml Fr❤️❤️😭

[cookieswithay]

"The happy feelings club!"

🧡Ichigo x Orihime🧡 Ichihime fic

💝Episode 2: Yasutora Sado! (More like Chad!) Ep. 1🧡

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• Orihime's pov!

• Beep! Beep! Beep!

• ...Huh?

• I opened my eyes and rubbed them a bit. What time is it?

• Beep! Beep! Beep!

• Better yet...what day is it? I grabbed my phone and pressed the power button.

• "Thursday."

• Thursday...a school day! Ah! I gotta get ready! I (almost) fell out of my bed and scrambled around my room. There's so much to do! Breakfast, clothes, my hair! Oh! And where's my bow!? I can't leave without it, Sora bought for me! And it's so pretty-

• 💭Orihime.

• I stopped in my tracks. My brain was suddenly full of moving pictures from yesterday...that guy. ...Ichigo. Ichigo Kurosaki. I get to see him again today. I wonder...if he wants to see me too. Did I make a good first impression? Or...was I too much again..?

• My door suddenly opened.

• "Orihime! Are you awake?"

• "I made breakfast alre-"

• Eep! I jumped and covered my chest.

• "Sora! I'm getting dressed!"

• "Leave!"

• My brother covered his eyes and shut the door. That...was scary and a close one. I should really lock my door more often. Or ask Sora to knock more. But, he usually does-

• 💭Meow.

• Oh yeah, the kitty! I hope Mr. Shunshi found it a good home. Or maybe it's living at his house.

• Wait...

• The guy who saved the kitty...

• He was really tall and reminded me of that one cupcake I ate.

• ...

• I wonder who he is.

              🧡🏵🌼🍊(Intro song)🧃☄🧩🧸🧡

• "Morning, Orihime!"

• "Morning, Mrs. Suzuki!"

• Everyone always is so nice in the mornings. The street rules are followed. The dogs are lively. And the birds actually let me take pictures of them! Hopefully, I have enough memory in my camera this time.

• "Orihime!"

• I turned around. It was Tatsuki! I waved back.

• "Hiiii!"

• She caught up to me and pinched my cheek. And that really hurt!

• "Why didn't you wait for me?"

• "I told you I was gonna be late."

• Oh yeah. She did, didn't she? I blinked back tears.

• "I was waiting! But then, I saw a pigeon and I followed it!"

• Tatsuki sighed and let me go. I rubbed my cheek. ...Was that bad? She pushed her hair back. She always does that.

• "Oh well."

• "I caught up to you now."

• She slung her arm over my shoulders.

• "Now show me that pigeon you took a picture of."

• Oh yeah! The pigeon!

🧡

• Ichigo's POV!

• This desk is making my face really cold, but it's better than interacting with my class. Haha, they think I'm sick. (And, trouble. Cause my hair) Although, I'm sure I can't keep up this flimsy facade, at least it'll hold me for awhile. Maybe I'll even trick Keigo and Muzuiro. ...Probably just Keigo.

• Wait a second...

• I can hear myself breathe. Why's it so quiet all of a sudden. I raised my head.

• Hey...

• "Is this class 2-B?"

• (I had to guess the class, the internet was useless!)

• It's that guy again. The one who saved the cat the other day. He goes here? Everyone looked too scared to say anything, so I stood up. Losers.

• "Yeah, you got the right place."

• He looked at me.

• "Thank you."

• He said. Everyone freaked even more when he fully walked in. A few one 'em looked like they might even pass out. And this guy is completely oblivious. I "coughed" and pointed to the empty seat next to me. I hope this guy gets the hint. He strikes me as someone's who slow on the uptake- Oh, nevermind. He's coming.

• ...Goddamn, he's tall. The moment this guy sat down, I was...intimidated? No, not intimidated...overwhelmed. He's HUGE. His hair covers his eyes and he's tan. He's probably not from here. And if I get crap for just my hair, this guy probably has loads of problems.

• ...

• Do I wanna be friends with this guy-?

• "Ichigo!"

• I looked through the door. It's Orihime! Kensei won't be back for a hot second... Maybe I can just say hi. (Keigo said it too, but I drowned him out.)

🧡

• Orihime's POV!

• I tried not to laugh as Ichigo "walked" towards me.

• (He tripped over someone's backpack and his friend was tugging on him🤭)

• He eventually got out of the classroom and leaned on the door.

• "Good morning, Orihime."

• I smiled and bowed down. All my hair falling with it.

• "Good morning, Ichigo."

• He cleared his throat and looked off. ...Do I have breakfast on my face?

• "Do you want something or are you just saying hi?"

• That's...a good question. I...don't have a reason. I just spotted his orange tuft of hair and spoke to him before I could even think about it.

• So, I shrugged. And that made Ichigo laugh.

• "Ah-em."

• Oh yeah...Tatsuki's still here. How embarrassing.

• "Since when do you two know each other?"

• Wait, Tatsuki's knows Ichigo? Since when? Did she always know him or did they become pals here?

• "I'm the new member of the 'happy feelings club'."

• Oh, he's gonna explain.

• "I'm sure Orihime told you all about the cat situation."

• Tatsuki sighed.

• "She sure did. She called me the moment she got home."

• As they talked, I looked through the window of class 2-B. Huh? Most of the girls in this class are the ones that say they'll come to the HP club, but don't. ...It's the kitty saver again!

• That gives me an idea..!

🧡

• Ichigo's POV!

• "Ichigo, be more careful, you moron."

• Tatsuki sighed, crossing her arms.

• "You would've died, if Orihime didn't come along."

• "I know."

• I already got the 'be safe' careful speech from Yuzu yesterday. (Mr. Shunsui gave my old man a call about what happened.)

• "Ichigo! Ichigo!"

• I looked down. Orihime's on my arm. She's making the "lean down" motion too. So I did.

• "Can you do me a favor?"

• She "whispered." I nodded.

• "Sure, what is it?"

• She looked back at my classroom.

• "Can you ask him to join our club?"

• Huh? I looked up.

• "Who?"

• The ginger pointed at the new guy who's sitting next to me now. Mm...that might be tough. Not only did I only say 2 words to 'im, I don't know if we can trust him yet. He seems quiet, but I've been duped before.

• "Are you sure?"

• Orihime nodded.

• "He's a good person, I sure of it.

• Okay...um...

• "I'll have a answer for you after school, okay?"

• She smiled. Whew, it's okay.

• "Well, the bell's gonna ring soon so..."

• Orihime let go of my arm and stood next to Tatsuki again.

• "Bye, Ichigo. I'll see you later!"

• I chuckled and waved. Tatsuki nodded to me too. I watched them off, thinking.

• ...

• How the hell am I convince that guy to join the happy feelings club!?

🧡

• Sometime later...

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• Chad's POV!

• I think Ichigo wants to be friends with me. (I saw his name on his folder earlier.) All day, he's been asking questions and just staring. I don't mind, I guess. I think he might be doing it for his girlfriend though. I saw them chatting in the hallway earlier. And right now, Ichigo's following me. Or is he grabbing the volley balls too?

• ...

• This is getting awkward.

• "Uh, Ichigo."

• He looked up.

• "Do you need something?"

• He looked away. ...I thought so.

• "Y'know, you don't have to hang around me out of pity."

• "I have friends that don't go to this school."

• I hope I didn't come of as rude but... This isn't the first time this has happened. I just want to end it before he does.

• ...

• I don't hear anymore footsteps. Guess I got my point across.

• "Hey."

• I turned around.

• "I'm not talking to you out of pity."

• ...

• "I genuinely want to be your friend."

• He walked past me and grabbed a ball.

• "Whether you want to be friends with me is your choice."

• "But just know,"

• Ichigo held the ball up to me.

• "I'm choosing you to be on my team for the game."

• I didn't say anything, but I nodded. I'm...I'm okay with this.

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• Orihime's POV!

• "Alright, Orihime! You're up to bat!"

• Tatsuki shouted. We girls have baseball for p.e. today! West girls against East girls! (Our school is split into two. It has a interesting reason but, I can't remember.)

• I gripped the bat tightly. Loly's pitching. If I don't hit the ball at the right time, it'll hit my breast! Or my throat, or stomach, or somewhere else painful. But, me and Tatsuki have been practicing. I'll...be okay.

• "You got this Orihime!"

• (Chizuru cheered.)

• "Good luck!"

• (Michina)

• "Hit the winning point!"

• (Machana)

• My friends are cheering me on. I can't miss the ball now. I took a breath and stared in Loly's pink eyes.

• I can do this.

• The ball flew.

• I swung.

• And..!

• "Oof!"

• A volleyball hit me in the face instead? I fell one my butt, a little dazed.

• "Orihime!"

• Is my nose bleeding? Or is that...it's probably blood. Someone pulled me up to my feet.

• "Who the hell did that!?"

• "I'll give the most painful and slow death ever!"

• It was Tatsuki. (And the other bit was Chizuru.)

• I was leaned against her shoulder. My nose doesn't hurt anymore. So, I should probably save whoever's facing Tatsuki's wrath. I stood up straight.

• "Tatsuki, it's okay. I'm fine-"

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• Ichigo's POV!

• Shit!

• I moved Tatsuki out of the way. And stretched forward. I won't forgive myself if Orihime falls!

• I missed her by a second.

• Dammit!

• Whoosh!

• I saw Chad's hand grab hers.

• (So, I named the guy cause I don't know what's on his birth certificate. Sue me.)

• "Sorry about the ball."

• He said, oddly calm. He always is, but this was a serious adrenaline rush. My chest actually hurts. Orihime looked down. I nearly saw spirals in her eyes.

• "I'm...a-okay!"

• Whew, at least she sounds okay. Hold on-

• "Whoa, you're nose is bleeding."

• Like ALOT. Damn, how hard did I spike the ball? (...Really hard. Ikaku kept taunting me.)

• She stood up and wiped her nose.

• "Ah. No, Orihime. You'll get blood on your arm."

• I said, using my own shirt to wipe nose.

• "What's going on over here?"

• Dammit, it's Coach Zaraki. All the girls (except Tatsuki) hid behind Chad. I swallowed hard. Guess I'll explain.

• "We, uh, accidentally hit Inoue here with our volleyball."

• "So, we're just apologizing."

• Zaraki narrowed his eyes at me and then looked at Orihime. And he cupped her face with one hand. I flinched. That's not hurting her, is it?

• "Hmm..."

• The blood trickled on his hand.

• "You're fine, child. Just get some napkins and get back to baseball when you're done."

• "Got it?"

• Orihime nodded. And he turned around. FINALLY, he's leaving-

• I felt a big hand on my shoulder. Dammit, I spoke too soon!

• "You can go with her, but in exchange,"

• "You're coming to the ring tomorrow."

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• Orihime's POV!

• Uhh...Ichigo looks scared! Is Coach Zaraki telling him something scary!?

• I felt a tap.

• I looked back. The cupcake guy wanted something. Oh, and he has a tissue. I took it and blew.

• "You're Orihime, right?"

• I nodded. I am but...how does he know? We just met now.

• "I saw your flyer and Ichigo brought you up."

• He did?

• "Was it nice things?"

• I did NOT mean to say that outloud.

• "Uh-huh."

• No details. Okay then...

• "Ichigo told me you need new members."

• "Do I have to bring something to the table?"

• I gasped and almost cheered! But, I covered my mouth and took a deep breath.

• "Just bring anything that makes you happy."

• He remained quiet and nodded. I think I saw a little smile though! (And a brown eye too!) He picked up the ball and walked away.

• ...

• Aw, bean sprouts! I forgot to ask his name! Ichigo popped back up next time me.

• "Okay, I grabbed a hell ton of napkins and-"

• "Oh, you already got one."

• He looked around.

• "Chad went back?"

• I nodded. (That's his name?)

• We walked to the fence and I used a few more napkins.

• "Did...he say anything to you?"

• I smiled.

• "Yeah! I think we got a new member of the club!"

• "High five!"

• Ichigo chuckled and put his hand on mine. (It wasn't hard like a normal high five though.)

• I sighed. A new friend and a new member.

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• "Bye, Orihime. See you tomorrow."

��� "Bye, Michina!"

• I gotta round up my things quickly. Sora's picking me up today. And I have to babysit Nel. Plus, I'm getting really really hungry, since I lost my lunch earlier. I picked up my satchel and zipped out if my classroom.

• (Not before leaving my finished assignment on Mr. Jushiro's desk. And a candy bar too. Can't let his blood sugar go down.)

• "Excuse me!"

• I dashed through the hallway. Once I get in the car, I'll test Tatsuki that I'm getting home safely-

• Once again, I slammed into something. But, this time it was a back. A tall-ish one.

• "I'm sorry. I should've been more careful!"

• I saw GLASSES next me. Oh my goodness, I bump them hard!

• The person (turns out a boy) picked up the glasses and put them back on. Huh? He has band aids on his fingers.

• "Be more careful next time."

• And he walked away. Hm. I stood up and dusted my skirt off. Sora's probably waiting-

• Hold on a sec. I bent down.

• It was a keychain. With a beautiful little doll on it. I looked at the bustling hallway. Was this the glasses boy's doll?

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(Tag list time: @elyonholic, @o0o0thorn0o0o, @ichihimelover1503, @ichinoue, @takibikaen, @usoppsstar)

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This accidentally longer than the first episode, but I hope everyone enjoyed this! And the intro music. I...wish I fleshed this episode out more, but I have good plans for the next episode! So please, stay tuned and warm😎)

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[myloveli]

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚉𝚘𝚎 𝚡 𝙵𝚎𝚖! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚎: 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝

𝙴𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! 😘

It had been a few weeks since Hange Zoe had taken the position of commander. They were under a great deal of stress, and they would spend days on end working in their office. Many were afraid to go in and check on them, since they had grown more stressed and irritable as the severity of humanity's predicament grew. Their energetic demeanor had mellowed down, and they had a soft spot for few people.

"Come in," Hange said in response to a knock on their door, not looking up from their work.

"Hey love." You said as you walked through the door "Is work going okay"

Hange's dark eyes looked up from their paper to see you. They sighed, letting their pen lie on their desk. "It's just..." they took a deep breath, "...there's too much to do."

Hange's work as commander seemed to weigh heavy on them. The stress had taken a visible toll, as there were more wrinkles around their eyes and darker circles under them.

You walk over to them and put your hands on their shoulders "I'm sure it'll get better. I know it will. You always get through these things" You say as you trail kisses down their neck.

Hange shivered a bit at the sensation of your kisses, closing their eyes, and pressing into your touch. They sighed deeply, letting out some of the tension they had built up in their shoulders. They leaned back into you.

"I hope it will," they said, slightly leaning their head back and resting their neck on you. "I can't seem to sleep these days, there's so much in my head..."

"Do you need some help relaxing" You say as you kiss down to their shoulder "Cause I can help you with that"

Hange let out a soft gasp as you kissed their shoulder, feeling a bit tingles running through their body. They closed their eyes once more, feeling your kisses on their pale skin.

"I think I would really enjoy that," they said in reply, feeling their shoulders relaxing.

You throw your leg over their thighs to sit in a more comfortable position in their lap. You unbutton the top bottom of their shirt and lays kisses on their collarbone.

Hange gasped again as you moved into a more intimate position, feeling your weight on their lap. They closed their eyes, feeling their body relaxing more with each affectionate touch you gave them.

"I think this is exactly what I need right now..." they said, leaning their head back, and resting against your chest as you kissed around their collarbone.

"And I can give it to you" You kiss their lips sloppily then trail wet kisses down their neck.

Hange let out a soft moan, feeling the heat building up beneath their skin and throughout their body. They squirmed gently.

"Yes, please..." they sighed, wanting a reprieve from all the stress and pain of their responsibilities, even if for a moment.

You unbutton the rest of the buttons on the shirt before removing it from their body and tossing it aside.

Hange's breathing became a little faster as you exposed their torso. They shivered slightly as the air hit them, but it felt nice to let go of their stress. They placed a hand on your back and another around your waist, holding you close to them.

You slither an arm around their waist to pull them closer as you begin to unbutton your shirt as well.

Your movements had Hange shivering, goosebumps tracing up their arms and shoulders as they took in the sensations of your touch. They felt their breathing speeding up the more you exposed their bodies, as though the air was becoming hotter and thicker with the tension. They held you tightly to them, feeling your skin against theirs, and they had no desire of letting you go.

You slowly move your body off of theirs only to pick them up and sit them on the desk "Are you sure that you want this" you asked them. You needed to reassure yourself that this has been consented by the both of you.

Hange's breaths came in short gasps as you asked them that question. It felt as if the world had slowed down. In that moment, they were only concentrated on the feeling of your touch and your body pressing against theirs.

"Yes... more than anything," they said in reply, placing an eager hand on your back, and pressing you closer to them.

You lean forward to kiss Hange's chest before removing their bra.

You kiss above, beside, and below their tits. Licking and sucking every inch. Gasps and moans filled the room.

"Fuck. You're being such a good slut for me" You said as they pushed their body against you.

You grabbed the rim of their pants ripping the button from them, gaining a gasp from Hange. You yanked the the tight jean material from their legs. The underwear going with them somewhere in the room.

You spit on their clit. Hange moans out and grabs the back of your neck as they raise a leg up and place it on your shoulder.

Almost immediately you knew what they wanted. "So wet for me" You said as you put a finger to their entrance.

You gathered some of the liquid substance on your fingers.

"Open your mouth" They immediately obeyed. You shoved your fingers in their mouth and down their throat.

You watched as Hange gagged on your fingers for a little bit then you removed them.

They took a few deep breaths before you put your leg on the table and pulled them closer to you until both of your clits met.

You then applied pressure, gaining a few groans from Hange. You continued pumping your hips back and forth until, Hange meeting every thrust.

"Fuck. Fuck I'm-" They couldn't finish their sentence before a loud cry erupted from them signaling that they had finally reach their climax.

You held Hange in your arms breathing hard after, possibly, the best sex you will ever have in your life.

"I love you" You said as they laid on the desk, too drunk on lust to even notice you said anything....

[juicedbug]

𝙎𝙀𝙈𝙋𝙀𝙍 𝙁𝙐𝘾𝙆𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙁𝙄

* i like the idea of vampire salim, so that's what yall are gonna get.

* this 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 be a series, i haven't decided yet lmao

︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦︶꒦︶꒷︶︶꒷꒦︶︶︶꒷꒦

at the time, the choice to have air support felt like a great one.

but that was before they all simultaneously fell through the earth and landed themselves into endless caverns of hell.

it was certainly before he had met salim.

even as the sun was bestowed upon them, jason still couldn't believe all that had happened. he couldn't possibly process the events, the grief, the loss.

and just when he thinks it might settle, even uncomfortably so, the ripping sound of helicopter blades makes itself known outside the hut they've all collapsed in; exhausted and bloodied.

"there's our backup," eric announces as if it isn't obvious.

jason watches him momentarily, pushing himself from his lean on the chipped at wall. he debated sitting upon the floor, at least just for a moment, to rest his legs. but something within him was eager to still be at the ready. to not allow his defenses to fall quite yet.

the others don't seem to share that feeling with him, or maybe they just don't want to stick around with a bunch of dead alien vampires. the smell isn't very ideal.

"jason," salim calls out the moment they're alone, reaching to grasp jason's arm before he has the chance to join them.

"I do not know how this is going to play out. . ."

jason looks down at the hand on his arm before lifting his gaze to the man that owns it. he wears a reassuring smile. "salim, you ain't an enemy no more. and if they don't see that, I can be 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 convincin'."

salim chuckles. jason seems as charming as ever. despite everything. "I have no doubts," he responds fondly, the smile upon his lips slipping downwards.

jason notices, his brows twitching together in concern. he steps closer, arms lowered to his sides. the movement feels foreign, seeing as he gripped weapons for god knows how long up until now.

"what is it? ya worried 'bout your boy? cause we can work somethin' out, I'll make sure of it--"

"jason," salim chimes through jason's rambles, releasing a sigh through his nose. "this is not about zain."

jason blinks, staring at salim from the brim of his hat. "then what's this about?"

salim hovers. jason can practically see the hesitancy on the other's dirt covered features. it matches the way his voice sounded when he thought that he was going to perish alone.

jason doesn't push him, however. even if they're running out of time to talk like this. his gaze falls from salim's face at the sound of him ruffling with his uniform, eyeing the way he undoes the front of it.

"uh. . .salim. . ." jason trails, quick to tear his focus away. he feels a heat rise in his cheeks, but he's hoping the hut is just dark enough not to bring attention to it.

"it is only getting worse," salim says, drawing jason's gaze right back to where it started. beyond what salim could undo of his uniform is the three slashes he received during that ambush with dar, only the ripped flesh isn't just coated in crimson. it's slicked down with a thick, grey substance, as well. it's spreading, like it's embedded within the skin.

jason swallows, shaking his head. "it's. . .you're fine, salim. it's probably just irritated from the dirt and dust and shit. once we get you cleaned up, it'll heal better."

salim stares at him. he doesn't seem too convinced. he opens his mouth to speak, but it isn't his voice that sounds through the hut.

"jason, salim," rachel chimes in, peering at them from where she stands in the doorway. her brow raises as salim buttons his uniform back up, but she doesn't utter a word of it.

"what are you two waiting for? let's get the hell out of here, shall we?"

jason lingers where he stands, his eyes remaining on salim as if he didn't quite catch what rachel has said.

"kolchek--" she persists.

jason bristles. "heard ya loud and clear, ma'am," he mutters over his shoulder. seeing as she's clearly not leaving without the two of them, jason decides it's best not to keep her waiting.

the process is long. perhaps even more painful than the whole ordeal that got them here in the first place. centcom asks their questions, and they keep them from doing much of anything other than repeating their answers over and over again. jason has a distant yet repulsive feeling that they plan to sweep the entire situation under the rug and deal with it in the shadows.

"this is such bullshit," nick says aloud. the silence becoming far too restricting for his liking. they've all been shoved into a single room for so-called quarantine.

all of them expect salim.

"I just wanted a shower," he adds in bubbling annoyance.

rachel scoffs out a humorless laugh from across the room. "𝘺𝘰𝘶 wanted a shower?"

normally, jason would join in on the banter, if only because it would keep him from losing what's left of his sanity. but he's got much bigger worries than being cleaned.

"why isn't salim in here with us?" he asks in a snap, turning towards the three of them as if they'd have some sort of answer for him.

". . .he's an Iraqi soldier," eric speaks up. judging by the look jason wears, it isn't the answer he's looking for.

"don't gimme that shit -- he's more than that. if they want us to fuckin' quarantine, why ain't we 𝘢𝘭𝘭 in here together?"

eric goes to speak again, but the sound of approaching footsteps interrupts him. jason is almost grateful if it weren't for him immediately turning to find yet another clown in an atrociously yellow colored hazmat suit, slipping through the veil of thick plastic.

"where's salim?" he demands within seconds of spotting him.

the slightly taller man lingers, peering down at the clipboard within his left hand. ". . .the Iraqi is being held elsewhere while we run some tests. it appears he has an infection from the wound on his chest."

the room finds that silence from before. jason doesn't have to face the others to know they've all just exchanged a look. clearly, they weren't made aware of how bad of shape salim was in. he trusted jason of all people, despite doing so very last minute.

and even if the situation doesn't at all call for it, something about that trust being placed on him makes his heart do a double backflip within his chest.

"so what does that mean exactly?" rachel takes the initiative to step up, seeing as jason seems briefly frozen in place.

the man within the suit breathes in a sigh, "it means we will be keeping him for as long as necessary until we can figure out everything there is to know about this infection."

for a moment, it's as if the world just simply stops. jason can't figure out as to why he can suddenly care so much for a man he met only a handful of hours ago. nearly dying together must have something to do with it.

but beyond his questions and wonders, he can't bear the thought of them poking and prodding at salim like some lab rat. like he's one of those things. he's a person, for christ sake. perhaps the most beautiful person that jason has ever met.

he finds himself stuck between a rock and a hard place. if salim is infected like they've seen before, it's only a matter of time until that parasite slowly takes over.

but if jason, or any of them, were to mention the use of a uv light, centom will surely continue to ask their questions.

whose to say they won't poke and prod at rachel, too?

he looks to her. by the time he's done so, he's found a knowing frown upon her lips. he can't help but mirror it.

"what about us, then?" eric asks. jason finds it within himself not to completely lose his cool. but all he can hear is the words eric dared to utter back within that hive of literal monsters. 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴.

"you will be held here for tonight, as well. by the morning, we should be able to find a solution behind what you have described to us."

the conversation officially falls on deaf ears. jason can barely make out the argument. the protests of nick, eric and rachel blend, and the half-assed answers the yellow scientist offers in return feel unimportant.

the only thing that matters to jason is that he's been granted more time. somehow, he'll make it out of this place.

𝘩𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘮.

[cicimunson]

Ruin Me Part 5

Series Summary: Eddie is obsessed with you, but tries to hide it because he knows you’re a virgin and he doesn’t want to corrupt you or risk your friendship.

Characters: Eddie Munson x Virgin Female Reader, Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington, random OC characters

Chapter Summary: You hatch a plan to catch Eddie's attention.

Warnings: Reader is unwillingly groped, spanking, oral sex, fingering, thigh humping, semi-public sexual situations (I think that's it, let me know if I miss anything)

Word Count: 2.2k+

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

"Y/N, you know I love you, but this is a terrible idea. You're playing with fire."

Robin turns to look at you, frowning. You're in the backseat of Steve's car, hatching a plan for Eddie's attention as Steve drives you and Robin to school.

"Stop worrying, I know what I'm doing. Did you bring those heels?"

She nods and thrusts a bag at you. "Keep them. My mom bought them for a dance I didn’t even go to."

You slip off your shoes and slide on Robin's black high heels, securing the strap around your ankle, then slip your shirt out of your waistband, tying the ends up to reveal a few inches of your midriff. You undo the two top buttons for good measure.

Robin's eyes widen. "Jesus, Y/N, are you trying to kill the man?" 

Steve glances into the rear view mirror, getting an eyeful of your cleavage. "Damn, Y/N, look at you."

Robin slaps him in the back of the head.

"Hey, no hitting the driver!" Steve yelps.

"Don't encourage her! She's gonna cause heart attacks." Robin scolds. "Y/N, seriously, this is a bad idea."

"It'll be fine. You worry too much." You reply dismissively, waving a hand at her.

The truth was, you wanted to cause heart attacks. Not literally of course, but your goal was to attract attention, one man's in particular.

Steve pulls into the parking lot. You get out of the car and start rolling the waistband of your skirt, taking the length from above your knees up to your mid-thighs.

"Okay, even I'm turned on now." Robin quips appreciatively. "You're going to knock him off his feet."

Steve leans across the passenger's seat to get a better look. "Okay, if he doesn't notice you after this, he's an idiot. And if you need a shoulder to cry on-"

"Zip it Steve, you don't have a chance." Robin cuts him off, looping her arm with yours. "Seriously, you've gonna give the poor boy a stroke."

You giggle. "That's the plan."

The two of you walk into school together. You can feel everyone's eyes on you. You never dress provocatively, you've never so much as let a bra strap show. It's thrilling to see boys let their mouths drop open and girls giving you dirty looks.

You walk with Robin to her locker, which just so happens to be in the same hall as Eddie's.

You make it a point to walk by him and his friends slowly, even stopping to say hello to a girl from your math class so that you've positioned directly in front of him. You couldn't have timed it better yourself.

Robin is in a fit of giggles as the two of you make your way to her locker. "Y/N, his eyes were bulging out of his head. He almost dropped his notebook!"

You grin. "So you think he liked it?"

"Liked it? He'll be walking around with that notebook in front of his crotch all day!"

"And you thought it was a bad idea." You tease her.

"Hey, I'm still thinking it's a bad idea. But honestly the look on his face made it worth it. I've never seen Munson so flabbergasted."

The bell rings, signaling the start of homeroom.

You give Robin a quick squeeze. "I'll catch you at lunch, yeah?"

"See ya!"

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You walk into the cafeteria a few hours later, scanning the crowd for Robin. You see Eddie at his usual table with his club, pointedly looking past him as you search for her.

You yelp when you feel a hand grab your ass and squeeze, whirling quickly.

"Boomer! What the hell?" You push his chest.

"You look good enough to eat today, Y/N. I always knew there was a hottie under all that prude persona."

"And that gives you an invitation to grab my ass?" You snap, pushing at him again.

"Hey, if you're dressed like that, it's obviously for attention. Male attention. And now you got it." He chuckles. "Why don't we slip into an empty classroom and you can show me if the carpet matches the drapes?"

Eddie is at your side in a flash. "Or you and I can slip into the parking lot and I can bash your brains in for touching her."

Fuck, this may have been a mistake after all.

Boomer smirks. "You think so, freak? I'm twice your size."

"So you'll go down twice as hard." Eddie retorts, fists clenched at his sides.

"Eddie, stop." You lay a hand on his arm pleadingly. "It's fine. Boomer was just playing around."

He glares down at you. "Stay out of this, Y/N."

Robin approaches, looking nervous. "Hey, Boomer, good game on Friday! You think you guys will make it to state?"

 "Uh, yeah, we're kicking ass and taking names this year." He stammers, thrown off by her questions.

"Right? So impressive! I'm so glad I'm able to cheer you on, the band really loves watching you guys play." She makes eye contact with you, jerking her gaze to the door.

You manage to steer Eddie out into the hall mouthing a thank you to her.  Eddie snatches his arm from your grasp.

"I'm going to kill him." He snarls.

You keep your eyes on Robin through the open doors, making sure Boomer doesn't try anything with her. Robin somehow redirects him back to his table, giving you a thumbs up before going back to her own.

You sigh and turn to Eddie. "You should have stayed out of it."

"Excuse me? That fucking dick groped you and I should have just sat there and let it happen? You're joking."

"I had it handled!"

"Sure you did."

You can't resist stirring the pot a little.

"Maybe I liked it." You taunt.

Eddie's eyes narrow. "You didn't."

"Why wouldn't I? It's not like I'm getting attention from anyone else that matters."

"Y/N." His voice is low, carrying a clear warning.

"Are you done? Maybe I can still catch up with Boomer, see what he's gonna be up to this weekend." You brush past him.

Eddie snags your wrist and jerks you against him, making you stumble. Before you can react, he's yanking you down the hall, tugging you into an empty classroom.

"Eddie, let-"

"Don't." He warns, almost a snarl. "Shut your mouth." The rage on his face is unmistakable. You feel a little thrill shoot up your spine.

"You can't-"

He claps a hand over your mouth. "I said shut your mouth, Y/N."

He flips your skirt up, groaning in his throat as your tiny white panties are displayed. He squeezes your asscheek, the same one Boomer squeezed, almost as if he's claiming it back from him, then gives it a hard slap. The sound of it echoes through the classroom.

You cry out, the sound muffled by his hand. He smacks your ass again and again as you whimper and try to pull away.

He locks his arm around your waist. "Don't try my patience, do you understand?"

You whimper and nod.

He smacks your ass three more times, each spank harder than the last. Tears gather in the corner of your eyes and threaten to spill out.

Despite the pain, you're also incredibly aroused being pressed so close to him. You can smell his cigarettes and the faint hint of weed, hidden poorly under a spicy-smelling aftershave.

Eddie lets you go. You step back quickly but his hands catch you. He yanks your skirt back down to its original length, right above your knees. He unties the corners of your blouse so that your midriff is covered, then hesitates before pressing a soft kiss to the tops of each of your tits before buttoning your top up all the way.

You look up at him through your lashes, your eyes meeting his steely gaze.

"Eddie-"

"Don't do this again. My good girl doesn't act like this."

"I'm not your good girl anymore, remember?"

He grasps your chin and tilts your head back, his lips ghosting your neck.

"We both know you'll always be mine."

"No."

He pulls back and smirks. "I could bend you over a desk right now and you wouldn't stop me."

Your breath catches in your throat. "But you won't."

He sighs. "But I won't."

"I miss you." You murmur. Damn it, this was not the plan. I was supposed to make him grovel for me.

"I miss you too, angel. So much." He whispers, his lips hovering over yours. "You don't know how badly it hurts having to stay away from you. It's killing me."

"So don't."

"Angel…"

You step closer, sliding your fingers into his belt loops and pulling him to you by his waist. His breath catches. You part your legs slightly, positioning yourself so that his leg is between yours.

He leans back against the wall, eyes going up the ceiling like he's searching for divine intervention.

"My control is hanging by a thread, sweet girl. I'm trying so hard." He chokes out.

You press into his leg and he automatically lifts his knee, subtly grinding it into your crotch. You moan and arch your back, rocking your hips against him.

"Oh baby, fuck, my angel…"He grabs your waist. "We shouldn't. Fuck, we shouldn't."

You moan and grip his hair, tilting his head back to press sloppy kisses to his throat.

"So good, my good girl, my sweetheart." He mumbles, pressing his knee more forcefully into your mound.

"Eddie, it feels so good." You're jerking your hips frantically now, desperate for that release from the aching pleasure/pain coursing through your body.

He moans. "Fuck, baby, use me. Get yourself off."

You move your hands to grip his shoulders, hips pumping furiously as you ride his thigh.

Eddie pulls your skirt up, watching as the wet patch on your panties spreads to his jeans.

You rub against him until you're sore. It feels amazing, but you can't cum. You whine in frustration, speeding up your efforts.

"What's wrong, angel?"

"Eddie." You whine. "It's not enough."

"Greedy girl." He scolds, tsking at you.

"Need more, Eddie, please." You lower your head so he can't see your blush, humiliated that you dressed up to seduce him but you're the one begging.

He kneels down in front of you.

"What are you- oh!" Your knees buckle as he presses a kiss to the front of your panties.

He licks you through the cloth, finding your clit and sucking it through the material.

You reach out, groping for the desk behind you to have something supporting your weight.

Eddie slides his thumbs into the waistband of your panties and pulls them down to your ankles, then buries his face between your legs. You cry out, then slap a hand over your mouth, remembering where you are.

Eddie chuckles against your clit, then dips lower, running his tongue over your hole.

"Eddie!" You gasp, your legs opening further.

He stands up, locking an arm around your waist. You squeal as he scoops you up and lays you out on the teacher's desk, pulling your panties all the way off and sticking them in his back pocket.

He glances at the clock. "Six minutes until the bell, we gotta move this along, angel."

He dives back in with gusto, hooking his arms around your thighs and yanking them apart. He eats your cunt greedily, lapping and licking while you squirm and writhe beneath him.

Your hips come off the desk and you bite your bottom lip to keep from screaming as the peak of your pleasure hits you. Your body spasms and you dig your heels into Eddie's back. He grunts as they bite into his skin but doesn't stop feasting on your cunt, eating you through your orgasm.

You slump against the desk, moaning softly.

Eddie presses kisses to your thighs, his teeth grazing you. You reach down and fist his curls, pulling him up to kiss him.

Eddie's eyes nearly roll back in his head when you thrust your tongue into his mouth, knowing you're tasting yourself on his lips. He pulls you to the edge of the desk, rocking his crotch into yours.

You break the kiss and gasp when you feel his denim-covered erection pressing against your cunt. He rocks your hips against him, his lips fastening to your neck.

The bell rings and neither of you move, holding each other close a few moments longer.

Then Eddie snaps back to reality. He helps you off the desk and smooths down your skirt, kissing your forehead.

"My panties?"

He pats his back pocket. "I think I'll hold on to them a little while longer."

"Eddie, I can't go the rest of the day with no panties on!" You protest, trying to reach into his pocket.

He swats your hand away. "Sounds like a you-problem, sweet girl."

"Eddie!"

He yanks you to him for a searing kiss. Your protest dies in your throat, muffled by how good his mouth feels on yours. So fucking good.

The door opens and Eddie pulls away, breezing out of the room. You give a weak smile to the girl who walked in, then rush past her to find Robin. You gotta tell her that your plan, for the most part, was a raving success.

Taglist: @e0509 @maddieluvseddie @micheledawn1975 @halialex1119  @cluz1babe @aunicornmademedoit @neewtmas @harrystylesandthegoobs @cancankiki @cal-is-not-on-branding

[siriannatan]

Scratches, Tattoos and Red Roses

I remembered I once wrote a similar one shot, re-read it, and decided to try writing a longer fic. Might be more than 3 chapters but that's the plan for the moment.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55860592/chapters/141836842

Jimmy was an absolute mess. He knew it but couldn't be bothered as he knelt on the living room floor. Sobbing uncontrollably over a tangled mess of bandages. Sweater he bought in a hurry due to rain was long forgotten by the door but the damage it caused to his arms was still there. Long angry, red lines five minutes off from bleeding.

Not that he cared as he scratched his neck. He was far too upset to care about anything. What was he supposed to say to Scott and fWhip when they're back? He couldn't tell them what happened at his outing with his brothers. Not after he insisted on going after they tried to convince him it was a bad idea. It was actually a terrible idea.

He was so busy feeling bad for himself and crying he didn't realize Scott was home until all he could see was his perfectly white button up. “Hush, it's all okay, I'm home, will fix your arms in just a second,” Scott said gently as he cradled Jimmy. Who just cried harder, grabbing at Scott's shirt. “Let it all out, don't worry about my stupid shirt,” Scott chuckled as Jimmy tried to pull back once he realized he was likely running one of Scott's work shirts.

“But…” Jimmy started but got gently shushed.

“No buts, I got more,” Scott shook his head. Jimmy felt it more than saw it. “I'll check if…”

“I'm hom… oh my god, Jimmy are you okay?” fWhip said as soon as he walked in. Soaked from driving a motorbike in the rain.

“Better now,” Jimmy nodded, sitting back to let Scott look over his arms. “I kind of stormed out of the coffee shop and forgot my sweater…” he gave the simplest explanation. He didn't want to give any more details if he could help it.

Scott nodded. “fWhip dear, please go shower before you catch something,” he told fWhip with a stern look.

fWhip sighed. “Fine, but I'm making dinner, you'll need to get out of the suit eventually, no?”

Scott agreed so after giving both Jimmy and Scott a kiss fWhip went upstairs to shower and change.

Jimmy watched in silence, after taking his shirt off, as Scott gently cleaned his arms and neck with disinfectant before applying spray to calm the rashes. “What did they do this time?” Scott asked as he moved to the bandages.

“I don't want to talk about it,” Jimmy tried to avoid the topic but Scott just gave him a stern look. He really wanted to know.

“Should I call Lizzie so she can grill Joel about it?” He asked and Jimmy sighed. There was no doubt Scott would do it.

“They tried to set me up on a date with some friend of Grian, I told them I'm perfectly happy with you and stormed off,” Jimmy shrugged. His oh so lovely brothers had no clue about fWhip. “I'm fine now, no hate on the guy, he had no clue I was seeing anyone,” he quickly added before Scott could ask who.

“Who was it?” fWhip asked as he walked down the stairs. “A co-worker was out longer for lunch, and then said something about a messed up blind date,” he added, arms crossed over his chest. “And fresh shirt,” he added as Scott finished the bandages with tiny kisses to Jimmy's wrists.

“Tango,” Jimmy admitted with a sigh. How many other blind dates could have happened today? “But it's not his fault, he had no clue I'm taken, please don't be mean to him.”

“Just for you I won't,” fWhip sighed. “I think I avoided Gem enough, we should just date officially,” he offered as Scott was about to go change.

“Are you sure? You always said she's… a bit protective,” Scott asked, just to be sure.

“Her protectiveness goes the other way to Grian and Joel's so it'll be all fine, she'll love you both,” fWhip assured as he helped Jimmy stand up. “Go change CEO-boy,” he chuckled and Scott went upstairs with a chuckle, and all the medical supplies.

Jimmy smiled at the idea but didn't say anything, just yawned. “Can I help in ANY way?” He asked as he followed fWhip to the kitchen despite being told to just sit on the couch.

“Be pretty?” fWhip grinned as he pulled out some leftover he planned to repurpose with some wraps. “Fine, you can make tea and set the table,” he quickly bed under Jimmy's pout.

Jimmy gladly did that even if he wished he was trusted doing more than reheating leftovers when his boyfriends were at work. He just got rashes and bruises easily. He could cook. Well… Scott and fWhip did cook pretty well too. Maybe one day he could surprise them?

“You two spoil me too much,” Jimmy complained once he ran out of things fWhip would let him help with.

“I'd say we don't spoil you enough if you still want to help,” Scott announced he's back. In plain white t-shirt and light blue shorts. Jimmy pouted at him.

“You do remember that I'm perfectly capable of cooking?” He grumbled, and gave Scott an unimpressed side eye.

Scott nodded in agreement as fWhip announced dinner was ready. Jimmy ate mostly in silence as fWhip and Scott planned a shopping list. Their fridge was almost empty. Luckily they both had a day off on Saturday so all three of them could go grocery shopping together. And to pick up more bandages and Jimmy's prescription.

“Did you remember to take a day off on Tuesday for the optometrist appointment?” Jimmy asked fWhip. He only made an appointment because Jimmy bothered him about it.

“I did, don't worry,” fWhip rolled his eyes but did smile. Jimmy nodded with a huff before another sip of his juice.

“I'm sure you'll look cute in glasses,” Scott tried to lift fWhip's mood. “While we're at appointments, we're still good on Friday?” Scott was talking to fWhip about getting a tattoo done by him for weeks now. Sadly Jimmy couldn't get one due to his condition but fully supported his boyfriends.

“Of course. Would you like to come along?” fWhip asked Jimmy. “Hold Scott's hand and stuff,” he chuckled, grimacing as Scott kicked him under the table.

“Umm… would Tango be around? O don't blame him for anything just…” Jimmy mumbled nervously.

“I think he's working then, but I can ask him, I promise I'll be nice, to not go to the lobby when you two arrive?” fWhip offered.

“No need I'll be fine,I just wanted to know to, you know, prepare myself mentally,” Jimmy shook his head but had a feeling fWhip would be talking to Tango.

“Mhm… oh wait. There's a chance I'll need to be at the studio on Tuesday, just a couple hours to cover for Cleo,” fWhip suddenly remembered and pulled his phone out to scroll for a particular message. “I'll be off before the appointment, I promise.”

“I can drive you in the morning,” Jimmy didn't protest at all. He was kind of excited to be recognised not only as Scott's boyfriend but also fWhip's.

“Aww, you two are going to have a cute date while I'll be stuck at the office, not fair,” Scott faked a pout.

“We'll get you a souvenir,” Jimmy chuckled. And they say he's the cute one.

Scott laughed at that and requested a cake. Jimmy was more than okay with a cake. If he could get fWhip in on his plan then even better.

When Jimmy woke up the next morning, finally fully rested and relaxed, it was just him and still sleeping fWhip. Scott must have been out jogging. Good for him, Jimmy thought as he glared at the new red marks on his arms. There were no doubt more hidden by the sheets. He just sighed and hugged fWhip. It wasn't that bad. In the past he'd wake up with bloodied sheets.

“Hmm, mornin’,” fWhip murmured into Jimmy's shirt. His morning voice was pretty nice. Heavy and gravely. Jimmy was only willing to share it with Scott. Not that he was often long enough in bed to hear it. “Sleep well?” He asked and yawned.

“Morning to you too, I slept great, would be even nicer if someone was here to cuddle with us,” Jimmy sighed in faked disappointment. Mostly faked. He understood why Scott was so set on keeping his exercise regiment but still sometimes wishes he'd stay in bed longer.

He could faintly hear the front door open and close. Scott was back. “We should get up,” fWhip sighed and sat up. Jimmy allowed himself a moment to marvel at the ink lines of the roses on fWhip's arms and surrounding the rib cage perfectly matching his, shift and move as fWhip did. “Should I carry you downstairs?” fWhip chuckled.

“I don't know, maybe?” Jimmy grinned. Scott wouldn't be too happy but it'd be fun. And it wasn't like he believed fWhip would do it.

Not that he got a chance to. “Aren't you two cute,” Scott chuckled as he saw Jimmy draped over fWhip. Both still in bed.

“You could be cute with us from time to time, you knoooow,” fWhip’s pretend hurt dissolved into a yawn. “Come on, Jim, breakfast and then shower,” he said while gently patting Jimmy's thigh. He just mumbles something between yawns but did follow fWhip downstairs as Scott showered first.

fWhip made them pancakes. From Scott's homemade mix. Jimmy made their coffee, humming along to the radio playing quietly in the background between yawns.

Breakfast and a shower followed by Scott redoing the bandages woke Jimmy up somewhat. “How's work?” He asked, watching Scott's fingers deftly work with the bandage.

“Good, few clients are being difficult and complain about everything but we got them handled,” Scott hummed looking up for a second. “Something bothering you?”

“No, just… curious. Don't you sometimes miss not being the guy in charge?”

“Not really, I don't have to listen to clients complain, just filter some emails that should have been sent to a different department,” Scott shrugged. Jimmy smiled. He liked seeing his boyfriends be happy. “What about you? Are you bored while we're at work?”

Jimmy hummed. “Not really, I know how to keep busy. Like do some light cleaning, laundry and stuff. Nothing that would irritate my skin but… I'm happy if that's what you're wondering,” he smiled and stole a kiss.

“Wow, I think I'll melt from the cuteness,” fWhip was back from the shower with a grin. “What got you two so clingy?”

“Nothing, I just love you two a lot,” Jimmy grinned at him.

“All done,” Scott announced and passed Jimmy a shirt. He dutifully got it on, followed by a cardigan. All picked out by Scott.

“If you ever get bored of being CEO and architecture you could try fashion,” Jimmy mused with fWhip nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, yeah, but for now we have places to be,” Scott rolled his eyes but a fond smile was tugging on his lips.

[vampire-meta-knight]

Let's Make Cute Sweaters!!!

Listen up Tumblr, your local goth is going to teach you how to make an applique and sew it onto a sweater or sweatshirt.

Yeah, my pumpkin's wonky, but he's my Special Little Guy, and I love him.

I used plain, Time And Tru sweatshirts from Walmart that only cost about $10, but you can easily thrift a sweater or use one you already have that needs a little spice. The tombstone is made with felt, and the pumpkin is made from a plaid fat quarter--I will explain both methods, as they differ slightly.

Felt (the easiest): Find or draw a template (I searched tombstone templates for mine), cut it out, then use it to cut out the same shape from your felt of choice. If you want to embroider any details on your applique, like I did with the RIP and cracks, do that before sewing it onto the sweater. Put the sweater on and pin the applique where you want it to sit (doesn't have to be on the center--you could easily do elbow patches or a little patch off to the side), then do a blanket stitch by hand around the border for a decorative, clean way to attach it. I used 4 strands of embroidery floss in a contrasting color on the tombstone and six strands on the pumpkin--I think four works perfectly fine and is a little less bulky. Embroidery floss comes in every color imaginable and is pretty cheap, so you can experiment with color combos or even use multiple colored threads. You're welcome to play around with stitches and find something that works for you if you don't like the look of the blanket stitch, you can use a sewing machine instead, or you can safety-pin or fabric-glue the applique on if sewing isn't for you.

Optional: I sewed lace trim around the neckline and added a tiny bow for extra cuteness. If you're going to add lace trim, keep in mind that unless you're using stretchy lace, it'll hinder the stretch of the sweater. To mitigate this, I stretched the neckline a bit as I sewed and used a zig-zag stitch with my machine (you can sew it on by hand, too, just using wider stitches). I also must mention that the neckline on this sweater was decently wide without stretching, so even though it can't stretch as far anymore, it's no trouble getting it over my head. If you're using something with a tighter neckline, or tight cuffs on the sleeves, that really needs to stretch, then use stretchy lace or none at all. Bows are still something you can add that won't affect the stretch, so go wild with bows, buttons, safety pins, and all manner of little trinkets!

Cotton: The attachment process is still the same as the felt method, but making the applique is a little different. Since cotton isn't as sturdy as felt, and it frays, you need to prepare it differently. Before you cut out your shape, iron on lightweight fusible interfacing (sold at Walmart--make sure it's compatible with woven fabric if your fabric isn't stretchy and knit fabric if it is). I've made appliques without interfacing before, but they'll hold their shape much better and be sturdier if you do use it, so I recommend taking the couple extra minutes to iron it on. On the wrong side of your fabric, iron on a patch of interfacing large enough to fit your shape, let it cool, and then cut out your shape. I used an X-acto knife to cut out the face of the jack-o-lantern, which did pretty well, but did cause a bit of fraying that I cleaned up with my fabric scissors. To seal the edges, you can sew a zig-zag stitch around them, use an overlocker/serger, or use Fray-Check or fabric glue. I chose to do a zig-zag stitch so it'd be less noticeable under my blanket stitch, but I've used my serger in the past, and it looks nice, too--especially if you use a contrasting color. Now the process is exactly the same as the felt one.

Remember, it's perfectly okay if it has that "homemade look," and it doesn't need to look perfect or symmetrical, by any means! This is about having a fun little project to do while watching a show or some YouTube videos and sipping on some hot cocoa, knowing that you'll get a cute new sweater out of it that'll be unique and your own. And it's also okay to use it as stay-at-home lounge wear if it looks as wonky as Mr. Crooked Smile the pumpkin over there. Have fun, learn new techniques, and make happy little accidents!

Happy crafting!

[bluemoondust]

Your kokichi is soo good! Sorry if you’re tired of him but could I request the “break” prompt for him please?

I'm glad you like how I write Kokichi! And oh no, it's all good! I enjoy writing for this purple gremlin honestly XD

Break - “Should I just break your legs? That way you can never, ever run away again.”

Warning(s): Established Kidnapping, Threats, Mentions of Broken Bones

"Are you stubborn, or just stupid?"

You didn't have the energy to answer his question, but you figured it was rhetorical to begin with. However, you will say, this attempt was out of desperation and you knew escape was determined.

Your luck might've just ran out this time...

An exaggerated sigh leaves Kokichi, "Aren't you tired of this? You struggle, only to fail. I'm sure that's taking a toll on your mentality sooooo why not stop? Everything here is way better than what's out there! I'd chalk it up to being stupid if you wanted to escape this place so badly in favor of whatever boring life you want out there."

"It's not boring!" A glare was sent to him. He had the nerve to call your former life boring, when to you, it was the opposite. You had friends, family... But he ruined it all!

Kokichi smirked, "Oh? You decided to talk? Great! Five minutes in, too! A little shorter than how long you avoided me last time." His face shifted into a pout. "But did you have to be so mean about it? I know you're being moody and all, buuuut I can't take you seriously like this."

He's just toying with you. Getting a rise out of you by pushing your buttons. What does he even get out of all this? You've wanted to ask this since being brought... Wherever here was, but some nagging part of you believed he'd just lie on the spot once you ask. He claims to love you but it's probably all bullshit he spewing out. There's no love in all this. It's more likely entertainment for him. But why you?

You know he was still talking, trying to reel another reaction out of you, but it was all being tuned out. Anything else was better than listening or acknowledging Kokichi. It would only give him the green light to press further.

A sigh leaves as you try to picture yourself back to a time where everything was doing so well. Before any of this even happened. You question why such a thing happened to you and what you've done to deserve this. Such a cruel fate you could have never seen coming or so you think...

Maybe there were signs of something more sinister when you first met Kokichi, but you just couldn't pinpoint them fast enough. Could you have prevented this?

“Should I just break your legs? That way you can never, ever run away again.”

Your head immediately turned to look at him. He's... Joking, right?

"Wow! That really got your attention! Y'know, I hate being ignored." His voice lowered a bit but that damned smile was still up. You swear that it faded for a split second. It didn't sit right with you but you couldn't let him know that.

"You're just lying."

"Oh, am I?" He lets out a laugh. "Are you reaaaally sure? It wouldn't be that hard. I could use a hammer," his finger went up to his cheek as if he were pondering on the options. "Ooor my bare hands would work, but that'd be so much work..."

You grit your teeth as he pouted. He's playing around, you tried to convince yourself. If anything, this was a way to get back at you for trying to escape. He wanted you to beg for forgiveness for what you've done. Cry at his feet and promise never to do it again.

"Aw, you got all quiet~ Did I scare you? C'mon! It's not that bad! You won't die from a broken leg and the best part is that you'll get extra attention!"

He slowly walks up to you, causing your body to move away in fear. His smile widens at this.

"Just a simple *crack* and it'll all be over~! Oooor do you have something to tell me instead? Speak up or forever hold your peace." In this case... If you don't say anything, things can just get worse from here on out.

Kokichi stared intently at you, his eyes boring into your form as your breathing picked up. He's giving you a choice.

So you better answer before he makes it for you.