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rocorambles · 4 years

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Spread Your Wings

Pair: Ukai x 3rd-Year Female Manager Reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Toxic Relationship, Corruption Kink, Manipulation, Degradation, Slapping, Choking, Branding, Marking, Humiliation, Dub-Con, Mind Break, Cum Play

Summary: When Ukai sees the innocent naive baby crow who’s helping to manage the chaotic flock, he can’t help but think it’s only right for him to help her spread her wings. After all, that’s what a coach is there for, right?

Requested by Anon

Ukai had noticed you right away. He thinks it's almost like fate, the way his eyes just naturally fall on you as soon as he steps into the gymnasium and he knows he should be focusing on checking out this new team he's somehow agreed to coach temporarily, but it's hard to think of sweaty brats when you're walking around, a breath of fresh air in the midst of chaotic shouting and movement. But at the sound of his name, he forces his attention back on the court, focusing on the plays in front of him despite the temptation to sneak glances your way as you excitedly cheer on your fellow third-years and he can't help but think you're absolutely adorable as you grin from ear to ear as the team plays, although he finds the returned looks of endearment from your classmates to be much less adorable. But despite it all, he's more than mildly impressed with the team's ability and as everyone files out and you give him a shy smile and a polite bow, suddenly the idea of permanently being a coach doesn't seem that bad after all.

He should feel guilty for making you do so much work by yourself, for always ushering out the rest of the team as fast as he can, spouting bullshit excuses about them needing rest and that it's a manager's job to put away all the equipment, but there's no room for remorse when it's finally just the two of you in the empty gym. He pretends to put away a few things, jot a few lines in his notebook, anything to make him look busy, but in actuality you're all he cares about and he watches as you bend over to pick up stray balls, your pants stretching over your ass as you lean down and he wonders how your cheeks would feel in his calloused hands. He watches as you reach up to take down the net, eyeing the bit of bare skin revealed when your shirt rises up with your movement and he wonders what it would look like with finger shaped bruises decorating it. And when he goes home after nights like these, he closes his eyes as he lays in bed, stroking his cock to the thought of fucking you in the equipment room, to the thought of how pretty you'd look covered with his cum, to the thought of how perfect his name would sound when you moan it.

However, he's nothing but a gentleman when the two of you interact with each other and maybe growing up in a small town like Miyagi has made you naive, but you're completely oblivious to the predatory gaze that follows you around, that eyes the flouncing hem of your school skirt as you make your way to the gym, a warm smile on your face as you greet him. Maybe if you weren't so trusting you would have seen how the blonde haired man stiffens as you bend down to take off your shoes, giving him a brief glance at your panties. Maybe you would have seen his fists clench as he restrains himself from pouncing on you right there and then. But it all goes unnoticed by you and you just happily chat with Ukai as the two of you make your way to the locker rooms to change, genuinely enjoying getting to know the older man better.

Ukai is handsome. You'd have to be blind as a bat to not notice that and as cliche as it is, as soon as you had turned 18 and entered your final year of high school, boys and men caught your eyes differently than they used to. It's ironic considering how inexperienced you are, having had nothing more than a kiss here and there, but suddenly you can't stop admiring Asahi's strong figure as it arches through the air when he spikes, your eyes linger a little too long on Suga's lips as his mouth curves into a smile, your thighs rub together at the dominant tone in Daichi's words when he uses his captain voice.

But no one distracts you more than Ukai and you can't stop staring at the way his lips wrap around the cigarettes he smokes. Your throat goes dry at the sight of his forearms flexing as he crosses his arms, and you wonder if he'd be as stern in bed as when he scolds the boys. You're secretly glad for the amount of time the two of you have alone after practices and maybe you take a little longer than you should to put away everything as you watch him from the corner of your eye, but he never seems to mind the wait, so you continue to draw it out.

You wonder if it's just your imagination that he seems more and more touchy as time goes on and you swear his fingers are almost purposefully brushing against your hands every time he passes you something. You swear he purposefully stands or sits so near you that you can feel his body heat warming your side. You swear his hand purposefully touches you lower than it should when he gives you a friendly pat on the back. But he's nothing but friendly and polite when it's just the two of you and you're not sure why you feel a tinge of sadness at that realization.

But Ukai only has so much control and when the team goes to Tokyo for a week long training camp and he sees you walk out of the girl's bathroom with that flimsy little outfit you call pajamas, your nipples evident through the thin fabric, your breasts bouncing in a way that makes it obvious you aren't wearing a bra, your ass practically falling out of your booty shorts, he can't stop the way he corners you against the wall, your surprised squeak only making his cock twitch as he hungrily captures your lips with his. He panics as he pulls away from the kiss, cursing himself for not sticking to his long-term plan, but when you shyly tug on his shirt, drawing him back down, and you hesitantly kiss him back, he melts into your touch, a smirk dancing on his lips from the success of finally having you in his clutches.

It's pathetic how easy it is to sneak you into his room at night and he can't help but think it's even more of a sign that this is fate. He knows he should feel guilty about the way he insistently coaxes you past your limits, the way you nervously bite your lower lip indicating how uncomfortable you are with how rapidly he's corrupting and defiling you, but he can't help his excitement and eagerness to fully claim your body as his and you never outright stop him...not that he'd listen to you if you did.

When you had told him you were practically untouched, he had to fight the urge to not just shove you down on his mattress and rip you apart with his cock right then and there. A pretty young thing like you was asking for trouble by revealing such delectable information to a wolf like him. But Ukai has always liked playing with his food before eating it and he takes his time with you.

The first time you're splayed out in his bed he slowly undresses you, relishing in how you shudder at just the slightest brush of his rough hands against your skin. It's all so new to you and you can feel your mind spinning just from the sexual tension in the air as layer after layer of clothing is stripped from you until you're completely bare under his still fully clothed body. You're already panting as he takes a moment to devour the sight of you and you gasp when your hands that instinctively move to cover yourself as much as you can are caught in large hands and held down on either side of your head.

"Don't you dare hide from me. I want to see every inch of you."

Your heart is racing as his lips kiss and lightly suck your neck and you mewl as his tongue continues trailing down your jugular, teeth nipping at your collarbone, lips brushing against your hardening nipples. And your back arches as he purses his lips and teasingly sucks on your nipple, one of his hands releasing yours as he tweaks and pinches your other nipple. You're nothing but a puppet in his hands and Ukai loves how sensitive you are, how responsive you are and he relishes in the way your body writhes against him, unknowingly grinding against his erect cock. If this is how you are just from your nipples, he wonders how much more you'll descend into lust if he does this…

Your eyes shoot wide open as fingertips drag against your glistening pussy and you whimper as Ukai brings his coated fingers to your face.

"I've barely touched you and you're already soaking wet, babe. You sure you're a virgin? Because it sure seems like you're a slut."

You cringe at the harsh words and you open your mouth to deny it only to let out a choked scream as he shoves two fingers into your tight walls. And oh God, you've touched yourself before, but his fingers reach deeper, trailing across places inside of you you've never felt before and suddenly it's hard to think of any retort to the humiliating words he spits down at you as he rapidly thrusts in and out of you. Maybe you are a dirty slut like he keeps on saying. You certainly sound like one as your wanton moans mix with the slick sound of your pussy as he adds another finger inside of you. You can feel a knot coiling inside of you, your thighs clenching, your fingers twisting into the bedsheets, and all it takes is Ukai's thumb circling your clit and his mouth greedily suckling your nipple to have you fall over the edge and you scream as you clench and release all over his fingers.

You're exhausted, your chest is heaving, and your mind is blank with pleasure, but there's no time to rest when Ukai shoves his coated fingers into your mouth and orders you to clean the mess you made. A part of you wishes your first sexual experience would have been a bit more gentle and loving, but you're delirious in your post-coital bliss and he had made you feel so good, surely you owe it to him to listen to him, right? You obediently suck, swirling your tongue around his fingers, grimacing at tasting yourself, but you let out a startled noise when you see him pull his pants down and begin to furiously rub himself and you try to back up, unsure of what's happening, but he wraps a hand around the front of your throat, keeping you in place as he paints your breasts with thick spurts of white. You feel so dirty and tears threaten to fall from your eyes as he coos down at you about what a gorgeous cumrag you are for him, but when he wraps his strong arms around you, you can't help but sink into the comforting warmth he provides, your physically and mentally exhausted body yearning for aftercare, yearning for affection after being so thoroughly used for the first time.

And that's how you find yourself back in his bed a second night. You're confused as he moves lower and lower on the bed, unsure what he's planning until your breath hitches at the feeling of air blowing against your already dripping cunt and your thighs instinctively try to close shut, but they're kept spread apart by strong hands as he begins to mouth and kiss your sensitive lips and you cover your face in embarrassment when he inhales your scent. But when he flattens his tongue against you and slowly drags it across your dripping slit, you try and shove his face away from you, telling him it's dirty, but you're scared into submission when he snarls at you and venomously hisses at you to lay back and take it like a good whore. Dumb little girls like you don't know anything about what makes them feel good.

You’re shell shocked into laying back, frightened from having such demeaning words thrown at you when you’re so vulnerable, but your body is forced to relax as moan after moan escapes past your lips as he slurps every drop of you up and you let out a high-pitched keen as he shoves his tongue deep inside of you, swirling the wet muscle around as he attempts to lap all of you up and it’s embarrassing how quickly you come undone as he noisily sucks your clit. Your body slumps onto the bed as you try to catch your breath, but you wail when Ukai’s tongue never stops moving and you know there’s going to be bruises from how hard he’s pressing against your thighs as he keeps you still despite your struggling. You beg for him to stop, to let you rest, but it falls on deaf ears and you think you might go crazy as all too soon you’re being forced to another peak and your face is a mess of snot and tears as your body convulses once again underneath him.

You’re still twitching when a hand drags you by the roots of your hair and you sob as your head is shoved into Ukai’s crotch, pre-cum smearing all over your face as he slaps your face with his cock and it’s all you can do to open your mouth as he shoves his shaft inside of your wet hole, forcing you down and down until your nose brushes against his lower stomach and all you smell is his musky scent, all you feel is his tip pressing against the back of your throat, all you know is the discomfort of not being able to fully breathe as you’re forcefully pulled up and down his length until you’re shoved down one final time as warm liquid seeps down your tight throat. You curl in on yourself when he finally releases you, feeling used despite the lingering toe curling pleasure that’s languidly coursing through you, but when he gives you the friendly smile you’ve come to love over the months you’ve known him and genuinely praises you for being such a good girl, your heart flutters and you let him draw you into his lap as he affectionately holds you and you think that maybe it’s not so bad after all.

But it’s the third night you slip into his room that you’ll consider the turning point in your relationship when you look back on it and the first time he takes you is everything you’ve imagined losing your virginity to be like. It’s a 180 degree difference from how he’s been the last two nights and you love it. You love how gentle he is as he sensually kisses you, you love how careful he is as he slowly sinks his cock into your tight virginal hole inch by inch, and only when you’re the one urging him to continue, begging for him to fuck you does he move his hips back and forth, showering you with praises about how beautiful you are, how good you feel, and you think you might be addicted to how right it feels when you cum, your pussy clenching around his cock, how perfect it feels to be full of him and his seed. And it’s like a switch in you has been turned on by the man on top of you as you wrap your legs around his back, forcing him to stay inside you, lewdly shaking your hips and whining for more despite the fact that you’d just climaxed and Ukai smiles at the obscene sight you make. But he only responds by gently kissing you and pulling out, making sure you’re cleaned up and taken care of despite your slutty complaints for more. And you’re left to pout as he winks and sends you back off to your shared room with the other female managers, unknowingly falling deeper and deeper into his trap.

He doesn’t text you to come to his room for the rest of training camp and you’re practically running solely on sexual frustration by the end of the week. You wait for the breathing around you to even out at night before your hands slide down between your thighs, but it’s never enough, it’s never the same, even when you try and imagine larger, rougher hands and fingers replacing yours. Imagination can only do so much when you’ve tasted reality and you glower across the cafeteria as Ukai chats with Saeko in front of you, her chest practically bouncing in front of him as she laughs at something he says. Ukai almost wants to laugh at how predictable you are and he rests a hand casually on Saeko’s shoulder as he continues talking, making sure you take notice of the contact, take notice of the way he leans in close to Saeko’s face as he whispers something in her ear. And finally all his scheming comes to fruition as the team returns to Miyagi where he quickly shoos them all away to get some rest, keeping only you behind with him as the two of you work together to put all the equipment away and he hides the smirk that threatens to spread across his face when you practically tackle him in the storage room, grinding against him like a bitch in heat and while you bounce on his cock there on the dusty floor, you promise to be his secret cute little girlfriend, his secret fuck doll, his secret cum bucket.

Luckily for him, you’re not the only naive little crow in Miyagi and the two of you go on unnoticed, the boys too focused on volleyball to notice anything off between the two of you, to notice the way your body’s changing, to notice how their manager is becoming nothing more than their coach’s little slut. They don’t notice the slight quiver in your voice or the slight whirring noise coming from inside of you as he increases the vibrations of the bullets inside of you. They don’t notice the way you always wear your jacket to hide your constantly aroused nipples. They don’t notice the way your thighs clench as you struggle to keep all of Ukai’s cum inside of you. And it’s so easy for Ukai to train you more and more each day after practice until just hearing his voice is enough to elicit a full body shudder, until just a touch of his fingertips against your skin is enough to have you arching into his touch, until you can’t go a day without his cock inside of you, until you’re completely and utterly his.

The two of you can barely wait for Nationals, excited to finally be able to spend entire nights after nights with each other, and it starts off perfectly. What’s not perfect about having his cock balls deep inside of you, your loud moans echoing off the hotel walls as he ruins you over and over again? But his fantasy is shattered when he turns the corner on his way to the restroom and finds you boxed against the wall by Miya Atsumu. Just seeing Atsumu touch something that belongs to him is enough to have his teeth clench, but it’s the little giggle and smile you give the blonde setter that have him seeing red and his nails dig into his clenched palms so tightly that tiny drops of crimson litter the floor underneath him as he watches you two. But the pain grounds him a bit and he continues to the restroom. He can wait until tonight, until there’s nowhere for you to run, until there’s no one to witness how he’ll tear you down and put you in your place, remind you who you belong to.

You eagerly slip into Ukai’s bedroom, excited for another long and deliciously exhausting night, but you hesitate as you draw near where he’s seated on the bed, mouth set in a stern line, eyes glaring at you.

“Keishin, is everything oka-”

“On your knees now.”

You immediately drop to your knees in between his spread legs, wincing at the sudden harsh contact, but you shiver as a warm hand gently rests on your cheek, a thumb caresses your cheekbone, and you instinctively lean into the touch.

“So how long have Atsumu and you been fucking?”

Your blood goes cold at his words and you recoil from his touch, or at least you try to, but you whimper as the hand that had been so tenderly touching you swiftly moves to wrap around your neck, holding you in place, cutting off your airflow, bruising the tender skin. You desperately claw at his forearm, nails digging into his skin and leaving red scratch marks all over him, but you go limp when a sharp stinging pain echoes throughout your body and suddenly your lack of oxygen isn’t top of mind as you slowly come to terms with the lingering burn of your smarting cheek and Ukai smiles at how docile you become after a single slap. You’re still struggling to breathe, but your hands return to the top of your thighs, fingers digging into your flesh as you stare up at him with teary eyes. Cute.

“I think you’ve forgotten who you belong to and I’m going to remind you that I’m the only man allowed in your life, allowed to touch you. Get on the bed, lay on your back, and stay still. You’re going to take everything I give you and you’re not going to fucking whine or complain.”

You take deep heaving breaths, gasping as you drink in much needed oxygen when he abruptly releases you and terror roots itself in you, driving you to lunge at the bed as you quickly follow his orders, not wanting to make him angrier than he already is. But when you’re spread out on the bed, your eyes nervously follow him as he takes a step back to light a cigarette and you take the tiny lull of his actions as he takes a drag as a chance to plead and reason with him, to explain yourself.

“Keishin, I swear I never let Atsumu do anything other than flirt with me. Please, you have to believe me. I only love you. You’re the only man who’s ever touched me.”

You hold your breath as Ukai slowly turns his head to look at you, blowing smoke from his lips as he regards you and you sigh in relief when he smiles as he slowly walks towards you, cigarette still in hand. And you lace your arms around his neck as he hovers over you, only to try to shove him away from you as an agonized scream is wrenched from your throat as he digs and rubs the burning end of his cigarette into your inner thigh. But he’s too big, too strong, and he doesn’t even budge an inch as he just shushes you, affectionately capturing your lips with his as he continues grinding the burning stick into you until there’s no more heat, and an aching soaring pain thrums from the spot. You’re sniffling, fat drops of tears running from the corners of your eyes when he finally pulls back and he smirks in satisfaction at the circular brand he’s left on you, practically folding you in half as he raises your leg enough so that you can also admire the semi-permanent mark he’s left on you and you just sob harder at the horrifying sight of burnt, marred skin.

“That’s what you get for being a little whore. You really thought it was okay to let another man even flirt with you? To think that they even have a chance with you? Well, I guess now you really won’t be letting Atsumu anywhere near your tight cunt. I wonder what he’d think of you when he sees that you’re already a used and owned slut. Actually, maybe I should make it even clear.”

Your body flails at those words, already dreading more excruciating pain, but you slightly pause when you see him set his cigarette aside, reaching over to grab the marker he uses to draw out game strategies for the boys instead. You hesitantly lay back on the bed as he uncaps the marker and you nervously bite your bottom lip as the tip of the marker dances across your entire torso in decisive strokes, but it’s the sudden flash of a camera that has you alert again. You cower at the dark tinge to the hungry look in his eyes as he stares at the picture he took, but after being so thoroughly corrupted by the older man on top of you, you can’t help the way your thighs clench and your pussy dampens at the image on his screen as he turns his phone towards you. Your face is a mess, tears, snot, and drool glistening in the dim light, but it’s the large black words scrawled on your naked torso, above your branded inner thigh, that has your heart racing.

Ukai’s Little Slut

A tiny part of you understands how incriminating this photo is, how you’d die of shame if this ever got leaked to your fellow third-years, but the larger part of you, the part of you that’s had lessons ingrained into it every day, takes twisted pride in the possessive claim and Ukai smiles at your lust blown pupils. You don’t know how many rounds the two of you have gone, how many times he’s had your body falling apart on his cock, his mouth, his fingers, how many loads of sticky white fluids he’s left inside of you and on you, how many positions he’s forced your body into. Your mind can’t wrap itself around anything through the dizzying pleasure your body is drowning in and your dumb fucked-silly face only has Ukai working himself into more of a frenzy as he greedily wonders how much wider your mouth can open, how much more your eyes can roll back into your head, how much louder he can make you moan and scream. And only when he’s absolutely exhausted, heavily panting, sweat dripping down the sides of his face does he let your spent body heavily drop onto the bed, enjoying how your body twitches on the rumpled bed sheets, how broken little cries still trickle out of your mouth, how your now loosened pussy convulses around the seemingly endless stream of cum that’s starting to trickle down your thigh.

An idea forms in his head as he watches the dripping fluids and you whimper as he finger fucks his cum back into your cunt, quickly pulling your panties back on and up you, forcing you to stay full with the sloshing liquid in your stomach. You’re still out of it as he devours the sight of you covered in his seed, a layer of sticky white coating and hardening on your breasts, the crude words still clearly displayed on your abdomen, black, blue, purple, and red bite marks and hickies decorating any other remaining inch of your skin, your new burn only accentuating your debauched image. But you try to rouse yourself back to reality as he lightly slaps your face until your eyes fixate on him.

“You’re not allowed to wash any of this off. When you go back to your room, I want you to sleep in this filthy mess you got yourself into. I don’t care how uncomfortable it is, how dirty you feel. You’re going to be a good girl and all day tomorrow, you’re going to keep on being a helpful manager even with a stomach full of my cum. When you come back to my room tomorrow night, I better see everything just as it is right now. You like that idea, right? You like being my dirty cum bucket, my little used toy? I wonder if Atsumu would even want to look at you if he saw you covered in cum, branded and marked like fucking livestock? Should we show him tomorrow?”

You flinch at the idea of anyone else seeing you in this state and you rapidly shake your head from side to side, weak pleas and promises spilling from your lips.

“No, I’ll be your good girl. Please don’t let anyone else see me like this. Only for you. Always only for you.”

And how can Ukai’s heart not melt at the sight of you being so good, so adorable, so submissive?

“Such a good girl. I love you, you know that right? I love you so much.”

And how can you resist the way your heart warms at those words?

“I love you too, Keishin.”

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gucciwins · 3 years

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Frosty the Snowman

Harry and Y/N love the holiday season but Harry takes the teasing a bit to far and well Y/N decides to give it right back.

Word Count: 5126

A/N: hello! thank you so much to @goldenbluesuit for organizing this wonderful christmas fic challenge. thank you for allowing me to participate, kate. i’m so happy i got to be a part of it. merry christmas and happy holidays to you all. sending you all a big hug and lots of love.

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Christmas has never been much of importance in your life.

That was until you began dating Harry.

Harry and his family loved celebrating in particular because Harry was gone for so many months of the year. They loved giving gifts, and Harry loved spoiling his family. He was a true family man who loved to be doted on by his mother and teased relentlessly by his older sister. His smile never leaves his face when he's with them.

Ever since Harry found out how you spent the holidays alone drinking wine and hot chocolate on and off and binging all the best holiday movies. He declared that was not acceptable and that furthermore and until the end of time you would be spending it with him and his family.

The first year was something out of a storybook, a house full of kids and adults, Christmas music all day, and a big festive dinner. Gifts passed around, photos being taken to be added to the end of year scrapbooks. Lots of stories being told; honestly, it overwhelmed you.

Anne found you outside wrapped up in Harry's coat that you swiped before slipping out unseen. She stood next to you, overlooking her garden with you. "My son loves you; he's brought you here not to overwhelm you but to let you know that you have a family here, and you always will." You let your tears run free, feeling comforted, and loved. "I've never seen him shine as bright as he does when he's with you and when he's speaking of you. We all want you here as much as he does." Anne then pulled you into a long hug, the motherly hug you never got growing up. Reminded you not to stay out too long.

Three Christmases later, you now take part in family traditions, helping Anne cook dinner and staying in sweats and playing family games all of Boxing Day.

It's what makes your move to London with your boyfriend of four years easy. Knowing they want you there, knowing that the love Harry has for you won't fade, you've gone through many hurdles together, and it only strengthened your bond to one another.

Four years together, and you're still learning new things about each other, like Harry having to have coffee first thing in the morning, bread was a must-have always in the house, and that he owned more mugs than he needed. He picked up that you adored your shoes, meaning you wouldn't throw them out until they were ripped and beat up enough for a new pair. Also learned that you rather eat lots of fruit during the day than making food in the kitchen because it meant more dishes that would be needed to wash. You loved doing the laundry, Harry knew it was to steal his shirts, but he didn't mind. He always knew where to find them.

The one thing that really surprised him was your love for Christmas music; you knew every song, maybe couldn't remember the name, but you would be able to sing it. It never failed to make him smile; you even knew ‘Feliz Navidad’ and didn't butcher it as he did.

Your love for Christmas music was signified because you never celebrated the holiday, and music was easy to access. It was what you immersed yourself in.

This is why Harry is confused when he hears you begin to sing ‘Frosty the Snowman’ under your breath, then switching to a soft hum in the tune of the song as you start to place your freshly washed sweats in their drawers.

Harry was not sure why you did that; you loved singing out loud. You had a decent voice, as you liked to say, but why switch.

You're clueless to Harry watching you, deep in thought, trying his best to analyze you.

Then Harry gasps; it all clicks, making sense.

You raise your head to look at him, shutting the drawer with your hip. "What?"

"You don't know the lyrics." Harry accuses.

"To what?" You step towards the bed, wanting to finish the rest of this to finally go down and each lunch.

"Frosty the Snowman."

"I do." You defend.

Harry smirks, crossing his arms. "Prove it."

"No."

"Why not?"

You frown before taking a deep breath and begin to hum the song correctly to Harry.

"Okay, you know the tune, now the lyrics." He gestures for you to go on.

"Frosty the snowman..." Your voice dies down, you rake your brain for the correct lyrics, sending a smaller prayer you're right. "had a shiny nose?"

"Oh, this is golden, love." He's laughing now. It's filling up the room.

"Harry," You whine.

"You call yourself the Christmas Queen." Harry is holding his stomach, his laughter getting to be too much. "Next, you're going to tell me you don't know the lyrics to 'All I Want For Christmas Is You.'"

"How dare you, that came out in our birth year." You're over making fun of you.

"Okay fine, but really so many years, and you never learned. You said you love all Christmas music, and well, that's a classic, dove."

You run a hand through your hair, your fingers getting caught on the tips for not brushing it out. "I never actually got to make a snowman, so I never listened to the lyrics."

"Are you secretly a Grinch as well?" Harry teases.

You throw a balled-up shirt of his and hit him square in the face; it quiets him down. "Conversation over."

You walk out of the room, leaving him alone, to his chuckling.

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In your home, something was always baking.

It was either Harry trying to better his last bread or you baking a new vegan cake that Gemma sent you.

It's something you both loved to do.

For you, though, it was your own form of meditation. No matter the time of day, if you felt your head spinning, you'd just head to the kitchen and begin to take out ingredients letting that be your only focus. The Great British Baking Show also brings a lot of comfort to you, Harry happily laying his head on your lap, your hand running through his hair as you just let the show play on and on.

Now, you're in the kitchen for a whole other reason; you're baking gingerbread cookies, from snowflakes to snowman and even little reindeer. Harry has invited friends over for a fun holiday decorating party. It sounded like a good idea until he left you to do it all yourself as he ran errands that he pushed off for a week.

Thankfully, there were no distractions during the time it took you to make one hundred cookies because there would be casualties during the decorating. Just as you were putting the last dozen on the cooling rack, does your phone ring causing it to cut off Paul McCartney's singing of 'Wonderful Christmastime.'

As you pick it up to answer, you check the caller id and see that it's Gemma calling.

Gemma forgoes a greeting and goes straight to the reason for her call.

"You don't know 'Frosty the Snowman!'" She exclaims more than asks.

"I'm going to kill him." You groan into the phone.

Gemma laughs, "No, no, please don't. Mum likes you too much to see you behind bars."

"Gem, he's been relentless." Thinking back to the past few days and how he'd randomly come up to you and just begin to sing the lyrics to you, not shutting up until you tickled him too much to continue. "Please don't let it come up later."

"I've got you," Gemma assures you.

"Thank you."

"As long," Gemma begins, but you groan jokingly into the phone.

"Go on," You sigh, knowing this is how the eldest Styles sibling acts.

"As long as you tell me what Harry bought mum for Christmas."

"Alright, fair." Very well, Harry would most likely spoil this himself the closer the holiday arrives.

Just as you were about to spoil Harry's gift, he walks through the kitchen, saved by the devil himself. "I'll tell you later when you get here." You tell Gemma, smiling at Harry as you bid his sister goodbye.

"Who was it, love?" Harry asks, kissing you lightly on your lips, being able to taste the gingerbread on your lips that makes him beeline to the cooled cookies.

"Gems, a huge birdie told her I don't know the lyrics to a popular song." You lean against the counter, smiling as he has a cookie in hand already; he is also a big reason you made so many.

"Hey," He says, offended, a cookie half shoved in his mouth. "I'm not huge."

"Never said it was you, hun." You smirk. "Thanks for fessing up."

He pouts, not liking that you outsmarted him.

"Might want to watch the cookies." You pinch his love handles, snatching what was left of the cookie from his hand and heading upstairs.

Harry watches you walk away, upset that you stole his cookie; also, he knows you love his winter gains.

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You and Harry are up fairly early, he likes to go on a run around the neighborhood, but you like going to the park. This morning you skipped your run because Harry was meeting up with a friend for breakfast.

Sure, you got up at your usual time at 7am and began to prepare yourself breakfast. You usually drank coffee with Harry and seeing as he wasn't here, you decided to skip it, instead going straight to the fridge to get the fruits and orange juice to make a smoothie. Something simple, not wanting to clean much after.

As you finally settled on the couch, getting ready to read Educated by Tara Westover, a book Gemma recommended to her then gifted to her. Tara's memoir is her story of how she comes from a Mormon background and recounts how she educated herself to go to college and learn about the world. It's a Friday, and what better way to spend it lost in a book.

You had just flipped it open when your phone rang, alerting you to a message. As much as you didn't want to check because you were finally in a comfortable position, you knew it could easily be Harry checking in who gets worried about not getting a reply even five minutes after. He's a worrier at heart.

As you retrieve it and settle yourself back down, not at all comfortable anymore, you see it's a message from Iz. She was the first friend you made on your own that Harry didn't introduce you to. Iz saw you at a coffee shop you began to frequent and complimented your tote bag that had wildflowers embroidered on it. You thanked her and shared you made it. Iz was shocked, just throwing compliment after compliment. You offered to make her one, but she said you had better teach her instead. Thus, a friendship began.

Her message read:

Radio 1 Breakfast Show. Listen in!

It was definitely a strange message coming from Iz, but you did as told.

Greg James was saying goodbye to his special guest, no idea who it was. "Before he signs off, he's going to play you one of his favorite Christmas songs," Greg says, then silences, allowing his guest a moment before speaking.

"This week's Christmas song is in honor of my girlfriend who loves singing Frosty the Snowman... without knowing the lyrics. Happy Holidays."

Your jaw drops.

That your boyfriend's voice. You are the girlfriend.

He went on record.

Harry really went on live radio to tell thousands that you don't know the lyrics to a Christmas classic.

You want to laugh because you never expected this from him and are annoyed that something personal now the whole world will know by the end of the day.

You can't wait until he arrives home.

"Harry Edward Styles!" You yell as you hear Harry open the front door.

He looks sheepish. "Yes, my darling angel."

"You told me you were having breakfast with Greg James, not that you were going to be on the Breakfast show."

"I took muffins, and they provided coffee, therefore, breakfast." Harry defends

"You exposed me to all of the UK to not knowing 'Frosty the Snowman.'"

"No one knows you're my girlfriend." Harry tries to brush it off.

"We've been dating four years; I'm not that much of a secret. Anne posts me on her story from time to time, and your friends follow my Instagram, fuck; you've introduced me to Greg." You're not angry, more annoyed than anything because he won't let this go.

"It's just to give everyone a good laugh; no one is going to hold it against you."

"No, just my boyfriend and everyone who listens to the Breakfast Show." You cross your arms before storming up the stairs away from Harry.

"Love? You're not actually mad, right?" Harry asks, pushing the bedroom door open.

"You even got Iz on it!" Your turn around with a pout on your face.

Harry laughs. "I honestly thought she wouldn't go through with it."

"Well, I see where her loyalty lies."

Harry steps close and pulls you into his chest. You sigh, wrapping your arms around him. He knows how much you love his hugs.

"I promise this is the last I mention of it."

You frown into his chest, not at all believing him. Harry pats your bum, and you take that as the queue to look up at him. He's smiling down at you, leaning in to give you a quick peck. "I promise."

"Okay, then." You lean in and kiss him, firmer this time and much longer. Harry sneaks his tongue in, instantly getting a moan out of you.

"I know how you can make it up to me." You gasp, pulling away,

Harry raises an eyebrow at you. "Do tell."

A smirk on both your faces as you guide him to the bed, very much hungry for something that wasn't breakfast.

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Harry has the Christmas playlist running; it's a Sunday, meaning they spend it at home doing absolutely nothing. To be truthful, they rolled out of bed past ten and still have their pj's on. Not at all bothering to change, why waste more clothes if no one will see them like this in the comfort of their own home.

You cooked grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch and now are playing a game of scrabble.

Harry puts down the word 'light,' then reaching his hand into the black pouch to pick five letters to have seven once again. You are looking back and forth between the board and your letters, thinking of the best place to place your word.

"I've got a question," Harry says, looking at you, wanting all your attention as well.

"What is it?" You're focused on your letters. Rearranging them, not putting down the 'q' in your hand. It's currently useless but will eventually give you a word to win the game. Not that you both ever keep points, oh no, that stopped after you beat harry 120 to 66, and he flipped the board, causing letters to fly everyone. You still claim that there are missing letters.

"Frosty is a cute name."

"Reminds me of that Wendy's dessert. I'm still not sure what made it so good." You say, maybe you should get up and eat some. Harry did just pick up new flavors that he had been wanting to try something about them being richer in flavor.

"You're getting off track."

"Sorry, Frosty is cute for what?" You don't let him answer before you're speaking again. "A dog, did you get a dog?" You pause, looking up at him, "a cat, did Anne find a stray and wants to give them to us?" You wait, but Harry is about to crush all your excitement.

"None of that." He shakes his head at you, and disappointment fills you immediately.

"Well, can this conversation end then? I'm disappointed."

"Darling," Harry chastises you for not letting him go on.

"Go on then, mate." You gesture him to continue. Shifting your attention away from the game in front of you.

Harry frowns, his eyebrows pinching together in the sweet way that makes you want to rub them out until he's relaxed. "Why'd you call me, mate?"

"Oh, I've called you this before." You brush off Harry's reactions; he's always dramatic.

"I'm not your friend." He states.

You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head and really look at Harry. "Well, of course, you are boyfriend," You emphasize, dragging out the word. "You're my best friend."

"You can't say boyfriend anymore. I'm your fiancé now." Harry states proudly, but you feel a little dumbfounded, not knowing why he is saying that.

Your eyes widen when you look down at your left hand, and no ring rests on your left ring finger.

"Fuck, I missed your proposal, and the ring got lost." You pout, trying your best to stop the smirk from coming out.

"Darling, I'm sorry." Harry quickly apologizes. "I'm still your boyfriend, but I will be proposing soon." He promises. "Shit, you were supposed to not even know. I really am bad at hiding things."

"Fuck, you really are." You laugh, "but boyfriend sounds cute. Can't I still say boyfriend when you do?"

"Doesn't fiancé sound nicer?" Harry tries.

You shrug. "Not as fun, husband is nice."

"You're rejecting my future proposal, then." Harry is teasing, and you can tell by the sparkle in his forest eyes.

"Of course not, you dummy. You can be my fiancé and my boyfriend." You tell him like it was the most obvious answer.

"Seems like a lot of work."

"Rude." You stick your tongue at him.

"Right, love, well try to remember I'm your husband once we're married, no more boyfriend."

"I will, hubby. You're going to be my hubby."

You both go silent.

You burst out laughing, "That's awful, I hate it."

Harry chuckles, nodding his head. "Yeah, I do as well."

"This is why I'm the brains in the relationship."

"Right," Harry rolls his eyes at you, not at all agreeing.

"Uh, darling, I went to uni and got two degrees while you only finished school at sixteen before going off to steal millions of hearts around the world."

"Including yours." He teases.

"I was always more a Zayn girl." You correct him.

Harry throws his arms up, "Can never let me win, can you?"

"Nope"

"We're off-topic." Harry realizing how far they strayed from their starting point.

"Where did we start?"

"Frosty."

You sit back, resting against the couch; you take him in and smile at how cuddly he looks in the purple robe that he stopped letting you use. "Well, go on."

"Seeing as-" He pauses, hearing the familiar opening notes to the song he was thinking of. 'Frosty, the Snowman' is now his favorite song. "Perfectly timed, as you don't know the lyrics to Frosty the snowman."

"Gosh, you're never going to let this go," You grumble.

"Nope. I figured we will have a little fun with this."

"More fun than the breakfast show."

He gives you a pointed look.

You let out a long sigh, "Let's hear it."

"You learn all the lyrics and sing it for me, and I'll let you get us a dog or cat." Harry's grinning at his idea, knowing you'll agree without a fight.

"Can we go to the shelter?" You look like a kid on Christmas morning who had just received their presents from Santa, and in a way, you have.

"Yes, we can. Only if you can learn the entire song." Harry tells you again, wanting to emphasize the singing.

"Done deal."

"Great, I'm giving you a week."

You smile wide, nodding, looking, finally focusing back down at your words and the ones Harry has placed. You put down the word 'queen,' and this wins you the non-official game. Harry looks down at his poorly hidden score sheet and curses under his breath.

"I win."

Safe to say you lost more letters that day.

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It's been a week, and Harry is patiently waiting on their bed as you get ready in your shared closet. Your shared closet is large and mainly holds all of Harry's clothing. You definitely have a nice share of clothes filled with gifts from friends as well as Harry's friends and your treasured thrifted pieces. You smile at yourself in the full-length mirror.

Harry really can't begin to imagine what you have in store for him.

The speaker is set out and ready, and all that is needed is for you to make your entrance.

You shake out your hands in hopes of ridding yourself of the nerves. You look yourself over one last time before taking a deep breath and pushing the door open.

"Close your eyes." You call out.

Harry rolls his eyes but does as he is told.

You walk over to the speaker and press play, letting the music fill the room, making your way to stand in front of Harry, who slowly opens his eyes.

He gasps; he feels himself start to get hard. His eyes can't seem to take everything in fast enough. You smirk, loving the reaction you got out of him. It gives you the extra boost of confidence you were needing.

You stand there, hand on your hip in a sexy snowman outfit to go with the performance you are about to give.

The dress, if you can consider it with how short it is, has three black buttons in the center. The material hugs your chest nicely, giving Harry a nice view of your breasts that are close to popping out. The dress hugs your waist and begins to flow out right past your butt. You wore your favorite black heels that Harry sometimes begs you not to take off. You had on a plaid scarf and a black hat that matched it perfectly.

You were the human version of the snowman except for a more rated r version.

Harry is sitting his mouth wide open at a loss for words. You blow him a kiss before letting the song lyrics flow out of you.

Frosty the snowman

Was a jolly happy soul

With a corncob pipe and a button nose

And two eyes made out of coal

You sway your hips side to side, singing, enjoying the ravenous stare he was giving you. You throw the hat, letting it fall at his feet, but not even that breaks the gaze he has on you, not wanting to miss a single movement of yours.

Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale they say

He was made of snow

But the children know

How he came to life one day

You take a few steps forward, but never enough to allow him to touch you, and he's craving it; you know he is. His hands are gripping his thighs, his knuckles turning whiter by the seconds.

He still hasn't said a word. You have him mesmerized.

You sing the lyrics proudly, knowing you practiced all week for this moment. The moment Harry will never forget all the teasing he had been doing, always forgetting you win these battles.

There must have been some magic in that

Old silk hat they found

For when they placed it on his head

He began to dance around

"Baby," Harry breathes out, putting a hand out to touch you, but you take a step back before he can do so.

You smirk, shaking your head no at him. You were having a lot more fun than you expected.

You bend over, slipping off your heels, never breaking eye contact with Harry; he could very easily see up the dress that you had nothing underneath. His green eyes turned dark, and you swore your heart stopped, and you were sure he was about to attack. You were the prey, taunting him until he had enough, but surprisingly enough, he took a deep breath, and his composure was back well, just a bit of it.

O Frosty the snowman

Was alive as he could be

And the children say he could laugh and play

Just the same as you and me

You stopped right in front of him. Harry's eyes trained on your red lips, hanging out to every word you were singing. You reached a hand back and began to unzip the dress. The grin on your face excited for the next reaction you were about to receive.

Once you reached the bottom of your back, the dress fell to the floor. Harry let out a loud gasp. Your breasts on display, the small owl tattoo on your hip staring at him, he could see how wet you were, and all he wanted was his head between your thighs as you screamed his name.

You were a dream. You missed Harry's touch. It was the reason you stepped close enough for him to finally pull you in.

He led them down the streets of town

Right to the traffic cop

And he only paused a moment when

He heard them holler "Stop!"

Harry has no expression on his face as he sits you on his lap. He lets his head fall into your next, feeling how wet you are through his thin sweats. You move to stand up, but he grips your hips tightly, thrusting his hips against yours, searching for some kind of relief or a reaction from you because you still haven't stopped singing.

"Baby, stop singing." His hand is cradling your cheek as his lust-filled eyes stare at you.

You shake your head, not letting him distract you. The only piece of clothing left was the scarf, and Harry lets out a growl before ripping your scarf off your neck, throwing it off to the side.

Now you truly sit there naked in his lap, and you feel all the control you have over him. The song is coming to an end, meaning you've got to remove yourself from your favorite place to sit but knowing you'll be back there soon enough.

Frosty the snowman

Had to hurry on his way

But he waved goodbye, saying

"Don't you cry I'll be back again someday"

You sing the final lyrics in his ear before walking away to turn off the speaker, an extra sway to your hips, knowing Harry is very well still watching your every move. You stand a delighted look on your face as you wait for his praise.

"Those were the longest two minutes of my life," Harry says; he puts a hand over his heart, feeling like it might just burst out. "I'm never going to be able to listen to this song in public or around anyone that isn't you."

You smirk, thrilled to hear that.

"What did I do to end up with someone as beautiful and perfect as you in my life." He confesses.

"Probably stopped a war in a past life." You throw out jokingly.

Harry puckers his lips and makes grabby hands at you. "Kissy, please?"

And who are you to say no? He spreads his legs, letting you step in between. You slip your fingers into his hair, pulling back with enough force to have him let out a moan. You lean down and connect your lips in a hot kiss, one that has Harry gripping you tightly wherever he can get his hands on. You moan as he slips his tongue into your mouth, and you happily give up the control to him.

You pull back and rest a hand on his chest, preventing him from pulling you back for you. You wipe your thumb over his bottom lip that now has some of your red lipstick. "Seems like I won, sweets."

"I feel like the real winner here," Harry tells you cheekily, sneaking a kiss to both your boobs. You giggle, not at all surprised by his action.

"Well," You fiddle with the collar of his shirt. "Why don't you show me how winners celebrate?"

"With pleasure." Harry groans standing up quickly and pushing you back against the best. He strips as fast as he can, not without a small stumble; you're sure to keep your giggle quiet, knowing very well how easily he gets embarrassed.

He is quick to get on top and kisses you hard. His kisses are always soft, but it seems the teasing seemed to flip a switch, one that you will happily remember to look to turn on again on a later date. Tonight, you are ready for an endless night of pleasure and love.

Harry connects their lips, ready for an endless night of pleasure and love.

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Christmas cards were a lovely tradition. Harry insisted they started because he wanted to show off his beautiful girlfriend to his friends and family. He also liked them handwritten because it added a nice personal touch. Who were you to argue about it?

This year you were the one excited to send them out.

It read: Merry Christmas from our beautiful family to yours

You and Harry sat in front of the fireplace, four stockings hanging behind you. Harry made you sit in his lap, wanting to show off your matching two-piece buffalo plaid pajamas. You both had the biggest grins on your face, eyes shining bright. Next to you, laying on top of a box that was wrapped with blue sloth wrapping paper, was a one-year-old Australian shepherd that had spent the better of six months in the shelter because the small pup was quiet who didn't do well with people, but that changed instantly the minute he met you. You decided on the name Frosty for him. Not only did Harry get you the dog of your dreams but a small kitten as well. You brought home Snow, a six-month white Birman kitten who was the rut of his siblings, and how could you just not bring him home with you with his big blue eyes staring at you begging to add to your family because he had lots of love to give. At least that's what you told Harry what the look he was giving you meant. The two siblings laid next to each other, both surprisingly staring right at the camera, making it their best Christmas photo yet.

A photo can honestly speak a thousand words because one glance at this photo tells you how much love there is in that home and their relationship.

Christmas was all about spreading joy and love, and well, Harry accomplished just that for you.

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thank you so much for reading! i honestly hoped you loved it and would love to hear what you thought so send me a message if you like.

i love you!

#harry styles #gbsxmaschallenge #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fic #harry styles x reader #christmas #harry styles imagine #harry styles fluff

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teddy06writes · 3 years

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1955 Chevy Delray

requested by outsiders anon: "Hola mi bueno amigo. Sorry for the lack of ideas recently, had a wifi issue, definitely didn't make the wifi box implode ofc not what u on about ofc ofc. The angst in the last one I'm 😩😭👍 chefs kiss. U know, I don't see a lot of Steve stuff, probably because I don't search for it 👀. But, how about Y/N being an absolute ACAB legend and stealing a car and bringing it to Steve like 🥺👉👈 for u. Or any other character ofc. xoxo, ur acquaintance bae - outsiders anon"

{Rip your wifi I guess Outsiders anon; also you've brought out the vintage car person I secretly am, this story is based off the 1955 Chevy 210 Delray for sale at Volo Auto}

{also also Volo Auto Museum my beloved (like actually I love that place) it's so cool there}

Steve Randle x Reader

Trigger warnings: swearing, a clear show of knowledge that I technically don't poses, fuck 12

Premise: You knew that Steve had been talking about trying to get one for a while, so when the opportunity arises you happen to take one for a test drive...

{so delrays aren't that rare or anything now, and they certainly weren't then, but it would be a nice ass car compared to what the greasers would be used to}

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You'd just been out for a walk, bumming around closer to the west side of town.

When you saw it, just sitting there by the curb, sunlight reflecting off the shinny yellow paint job, you couldn't help but grin, glad that you'd brought your tools.

Glancing around, you found that it had been mostly abandoned, the owner probably off in one of the shops that lined the street.

Slowly you moved around to the drives side, testing the handle.

Groaning, you found it locked, but it didn’t take too long to Jimmy the lock. The handle was scratched to shit by the end, but you knew someone that would be more than happy to fix it.

Pulling open the door you sat down in the front seat, not taking the time to admire the ivory and emerald interior as you glanced up and down the mostly empty street again before pulling out the flat head and hammer from your coat.

In a all too practiced manner you jammed the flat head into the ignition, glancing back to the shop as you heard the door open.

You paused, quickly reaching over to lock the doors before continuing, using the hammer to pound it in the rest of the way, muttering, "Sure as hell hope he can fix the cylinder."

As you sat up properly, you turned trying to hide your panic as a large group of people left the shop, dispersing along the street.

"Ohhhh Shit." You muttered.

Turning the flat head as though it was a key, you did your best to look natural.

"Come on, come on, come on," You muttered, trying again, "Just turn over!"

There was a knock on the window, "Excuse me, are you sure this is your car?"

"Uhhhh...." You hesitated, looking up at the woman.

"I'm going to assume not. Look kid, I'll give you a chance to go away, but if your not out in two minutes i'm calling the police."

"This is my mothers car," You lied, "She lost the keys and told me to try and get it working enough to get home-"

"mmhmmm." The lady was already beginning to walk toward the phone booth.

"Shit!" You exclaimed, now there would surely not be enough time to open the steering column.

"Oh, look, there she is now!" You half waved at a random woman walking down the other side of the street, who confusedly waved back, "Just getting it started now ma!"

She frowned but nodded, and you quickly rolled the window back up, trying again.

"Come on, come on, come on," You knew you were dangerously close to flooding the engine, and you would be in even deeper shit if the cops showed, and by the looks of the woman standing by the line for the phone booth, they might.

By some miracle, or maybe sheer force of will, the engine turned over and you breathed a sigh of relief, tossing the hammer into the passengers seat and quickly pulling away from the curb.

"Wait! That's not-"

The yell of the woman disappeared behind you as you took off, rounding the corner sharply, and wincing as the back end scraped a passing car.

"Holy shit." You muttered, turning into an ally and crossing through onto a different main road, headed the long way back to the east side.

If you were lucky, the lady hadn't taken the plate numbers, and if you were lucky Steve would be able to fix what ever damage you were inflicting by heading out of the city to loop around.

Sometime later, you managed to pull up outside of the DX, coming to a stop in front of the garage and leaning out the reopened window, "Stevie look what I scored!"

"Holy shit (y/n)!" He quickly abandoned the can of oil he'd been toting, running out to the car, "Holy shit!"

You grinned, "'s a 55, green interior, leather, bench seats the works. Plus it's got all the extra shit, Steve it's even got fender skirts!"

"I can see that," He breathed, "Turn it off a second, I wanna see under the hood."

You frowned, quickly pulling the flat head back out of the ignition, "Oh yeah, the only problem is that I definitely fucked the ignition cylinder getting it started, and partially flooded the engine."

"I'll fix it Doll, don't worry." He grinned, leaning against the side of the car.

"Good. I'll see what I can do about the plates, and then we'll have our own real car."

"We? W- Doll you stole this it's sort of yours, not mine." Steve protested.

You laughed, "You drive a piece of shit Steve, and if I go home with this I'll get my ass beat."

"(y/n)-"

"Shush, my minds made up. Just promise this is the only car you'll pick me up in for dates." You chuckled.

"Easy deal." He grinned, leaning down to kiss you through the open window.

#the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #steve randle #steve randle x reader #steve x reader #teddy06 #teddy 06 #teddy 06 writes #teddy06 writes

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 3 years

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Can’t Get You Off My Mind

Pairing: Fuckboy!Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader

Words: 1000+

Summary: Reader and Ransom have been fooling around for awhile, but she has got sick of his cocky I couldn’t give a shit attitude.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, dirty talk, soft dom/sub vibes), mentions of recreational drug use.

a/n: I got this idea from a post from @honeysucklesteve I hope you don’t mind the post just seemed like an interesting prompt. The plot credit goes to ‘insert pronoun’ So I am new to writing smut so I know that this might be a bit corny. Sorry. I want to write a add-on but I don’t have any ideas. So please if you want can you help? But I hope you enjoy this anyways.

Part 2

She laid in her bed at 2 am, her eyes closed trying to get some sleep when her phone chimed. She muttered a few curses under her breath and she lolled her head to the side. She reached over and picked up her phone. It was a text from Ransom;

‘wanna come over and fuck?’

She rolled her eyes and unlocked her screen. She pulled up the messaging app and took a minute to reply. She had nothing better to do. If she stayed at home she may get a few hours of sleep, but if she went to his house she would get her brains fucked out. Wait, why was she even debating this.

She quickly texted him back and got up, put her shoes on, zipped up her jumper, then grabbed her keys, and left. She parked when she got a text telling her the door was unlocked. She got out, walked up, and walked in.

There Ransom was lounging on the couch completely naked, his eyes glued to her. She threw her keys on the counter and quickly stripped off her jumper and stalked her way over to him. She placed herself in his lap and they shared no words, as their lips collided, in a hot dirty kiss. He ran his hands down her back and gripped her ass, as she grinded her hips into his lap. He ripped her shirt over her head and since she didn’t wear a bra, he had free access to her breasts. She moaned in his mouth as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.

“God, I’ve missed these beautiful tits.” Ransom groaned, pulling away from her mouth to mouth at her breasts. She felt a rush of wetness pool in her panties. She always loved his dirty mouth.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should invite me over more and I’ll give you a show.” She purred, then pulled away from him and he whined, but she smirked and seductively pulled down her shorts and panties in one move.

“Oh, baby. You are already giving me a show.” He growled and yanked her back onto his lap. She dragged her wet core along his hard length, they both moaned as the head of his cock hit her clit. She reached down and lined him up to her dripping entrance. She slowly sank down, her mouth shaped in a wide ‘o’. She loved the pain that came with the stretch of his cock. He nipped and sucked on the column of her throat and made his way down to her breasts.

“Fuck, Ransom.” She moaned and started riding him hard and fast. “Damn, your thick cock stretches me so good!” She cried out, as he rutted his hips up into her. He flipped them over and laid her on the couch, and kept thrusting into her hard. She clenched around him and yelled his name as the tip of his cock kissed her cervix.

“That’s right, baby. I want you to cum around my cock.” He growled into her ear, and thrusted faster into her. She arched her back as her orgasm washed over her. She screamed his name and she squirted all over his lower half. “That’s a good little slut.” He cooed, going to push a piece of her hair back but she came back to her senses and grabbed his hand. She rolled them over so she was on top of him. She pinned his arms down with her knees and kept riding him. She leaned over him and wrapped her hands around his neck gently, but still placed pressure.

“You don’t get to call me your slut, baby.” She whispered in his ear, and pulled her hips up and slammed them back down. “You texted me to come over.” She mumbled, nipping on his jawline. “If anything you’re my little slut.” She purred, and he yelled her name as he came. He filled her up with his hot wet cum.

“That’s a good boy.” She smirked, then climbed off of him. He rolled his eyes and sat up on his elbows.

“You’re such a bitch.” He groaned, as she pulled her panties and shorts up.

“Go to hell, you preppy.” She growled, putting her shirt and jumper back on. He got off the couch and wrapped a throw blanket around his waist. She turned to him as she grabbed her keys. “I’m guessing I’m not welcome to stay for a midnight snack.”

“That’s the rule,” He shrugged, and she scoffed and walked towards the door and she left.

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For the next three weeks, she ignored Ransom’s texts. She had been working night shifts in the ER. So one; she couldn’t go to Ransom’s booty calls, and two; she didn’t know if she wanted to. He may have been the best sex she has ever had but at the end of the day he was still an asshole.

It was Linda and Richard’s anniversary when she had to see Ransom again. She was wearing a long rose dress, it had two slits on the thighs, and a deep neckline. She curled her hair and let it flow over her chest. She had a nice pair of nude colored pumps and a large fluffy white jacket around her shoulders.

She parked her mustang and stepped out. She walked into the large shiny ballroom. Filled with WASPS and blue bloods, she was only invited because of her salary. Linda has been trying to get her to be Harlan’s personal nurse, but she has refused every time. Not because she didn’t like Harlan, it’s because he already has a nurse that Linda has been trying to get fired. She was greeted by the doorman and he offered to take her coat. She nodded and took it off and handed it to him, and from across the room Ransom watched her make her way to bar. His eyes stalked her like a predator watching its prey.

She got to the bar and ordered herself a scotch on the rocks. She felt a arm around her waist and she turned to see Ransom, with a Cheshire grin on his face.

“What do you want, Drysdale?” She asked, with a scowl on her face.

“You haven’t been answering my texts or calls. Did you find another dick that’s better than mine? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure that’s impossible.” He smirked, and she rolled her eyes and downed her drink.

“Why do you think I haven’t been answering?” She questioned, as the bartender set down another drink.

“Maybe caught up in work.” He shrugged, and she looked him dead in the eyes.

“Have you just considered that no matter how good the sex is you’ll always be an asshole at the end of the day?” She asked, and walked away leaving him shocked. He watched her walk away. She walked over to Meg and he watched them secretly take puffs from a blunt.

The next week, Ransom couldn’t get her off his mind, since she wasn’t an option. He spent more nights thinking about her than going to bars and getting drunk. Then one night it hit him, he was in love with her, and he had to tell her but how?

#ransom x reader #ransom drysdale #ransom drydale x you #ransom smut #fuckboy friday #smut #bellas600smutchallenge

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djarinbarnes · 3 years

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inmarcesible - maxwell lord

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Pairings: Maxwell Lord x female reader

Rating: Explicit, 18+

Warnings: fingering, handjob, degradation (slut), overstimulation, age gap, my poor attempt at writing sub-space, creampie, cum eating... pwp. maybe a little daddy kink.

Word count: 2.8k

Summary: imma let this one speak for itself.

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inmarcesible · everlasting

There’s a party going on upstairs, but you couldn’t be bothered. The only person you were somewhat interested in was Max Lord, your mother’s business associate. You’d always had an eye for the man, and when they decided to create the business together, you’d been overjoyed.

You were finally going to be able to see Max more, even though he never acknowledged your presence. A girl could dream, though. You’ve tried to go to bed a long time ago, but with the buzz of the party going on upstairs, you knew you weren’t going to be able to sleep.

Clad in only your silk robe, you were currently drawing tight circles around your clit, your room completely darkened out to give you more room to imagine. You imagined Max, there was no hiding that. You didn’t even feel bad when you whimpered out his name slightly.

You did however feel bad when your door opened, and none other than Maxwell Lord himself slipped into your bedroom. You held your breath as he spoke hushed into the phone, trying to possibly calm down someone on the other end of the line. “Yeah, let’s go ahead and make the change, it’s alright.”

You suck in a breath as his low voice, the tone of it making your pussy clench around nothing. “No, no, that’s okay, you weren’t bothering me. I’m just glad we got it sorted.” he spoke again, and you were so close to letting out a whimper at just the sound of him.

“Could you, um… Just go ahead and send them an email, letting them know you talked to me?” You almost felt bad for eavesdropping on his conversation, but you couldn’t help it. He was in your bedroom after all. Maybe he didn’t know this was your bedroom. How the fuck would he know.

“Alright, great. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Alright. Bye.” You hear him sigh before you decide to let your presence be known, turning on the lamp beside your bed. You literally see him jump as he turns around quickly. “Oh my god, you startled me.”

“What are you doing in my room…?” you try to tease him a bit, but he doesn’t bite the bait. He apologizes, before he’s making his way toward the door.

“No, no… I was just at the party and.. I needed to take a phone call.” You nod slowly as you watch him, your robe covering you just slightly, but you know your pebbled nipples are showing through the thin material. “I work with your mom... She mentioned that she had a daughter, but I never expected… You to... be here. Were you just… sitting in the dark, listening to my conversation?”

You grin before you nod slowly, tugging your lip in between your teeth. “Well it is my room, so yeah I was just sitting in the dark…” you try to play it cool, try not to let what you were doing known, but then again… He was in your bedroom, and you were so horny just looking at him drenched the sheets beneath you.

“Well… I’m heading back upstairs. Sorry for the interruption.”

“No, stay…” you lean forward on the bed, patting the seat in front of you. “Sit down.” You watch him as he shuffles over to your bed, sitting down on the edge of it. You let your hand reach out, running it over the back of his button-down. You briefly wonder where he’s left his suit jacket.

“Your mother’s probably gonna wonder where I am, I should be… getting back upstairs.” He tries, but you’re swift in diverting his attention, as you move up beside him, sitting with your legs crossed, your robe still covering your body.

“Do you like my robe, Max?” you ask him, sliding your hand over the material on your arm, watching him as he finally notices your nipples budding through the fabric. You smile as you hear a slight tremble in his voice as he speaks.

“Yeah… I do. I do like your robe… Very much… Is that silk?” His hand softly darts out, and while he’s touching the fabric of the sleeve, you swiftly undo the knot around your middle, baring your sternum and the soft swells of your breasts, the expanse of your stomach and your shaven mound.

“Hey hey hey, I didn’t tell you to open it, I just said it was beautiful-” You slowly draw the fabric off your shoulder, baring your left breast to him completely as his eyes widen. “Jesus Christ, what are you…” You lean backward slightly, spreading your legs just a bit for him, your aching center pulsing under his intense stare.

“Please, Max…” you whimper out, desperate for him to touch you. You may be coming on strong, but you were sure that he would take the bait. You found yourself hard to resist after all, and you secretly hoped Max felt the same way.

“Were you doing things while you watched me? From the looks of things… It seems like you were kind of excited to see me…” The last words are merely a whimper as he takes in your swollen, glistening folds, and you moan out at his words. “God, look at you… You’re so… swollen.”

You reach out your hand grasps his, pulling it towards your aching core, but as soon as it comes into contact with your folds, he jerks it back as if his fingers had touched a burning stove top. “Fuck I can’t, just… Close that robe and I’m gonna head back upstairs and we can pretend this didn’t happen…” He rises from the bed quickly, but your grip on him is firm as you pull him back down.

“But Max… I need a man with your experience. I’ve been a good girl. Please?” You smirk at him, batting your eyelashes. You know he’s got a soft spot for you, it’s easy to see within his eyes as he overthinks everything. You pout slightly when he continues to speak.

“What do you mean with my experience?” It’s almost like he’s offended at your words, but when you explain to him what you mean, he’s simply nodding, and you really do hope he’s going to change his mind about fucking you, because you truly are desperate.

“Alright listen, I… Really gotta head back upstairs, I…” He moans out as your hand comes in contact with his hard cock underneath the fabric of his pants, and you know all common sense has left him with just one touch from you.

“Is this really what you want?” You nod with your lip tugged in between your teeth. “Fuck… Can I feel how wet you are? Huh?” You whimper as he slides his fingers between your folds, swiping them through your slick before dipping in two digits at the same time. You whine out at the slight stretch, but it’s so good.

“My god, you’re so fucking wet, aren’t you? You’re a little slut for me, aren’t you? God…” He starts thrusting his fingers slowly, before picking up the pace, the palm of your hand rubbing over his still clothed erection. He tries to bite back a moan, but you hear it.

“You were just watching me, huh? Touching this little wet cunt while I was on the phone?” You whimper as he curls his fingers inside you, pressing roughly against the spongy patch inside you. You grip his clothed erection tightly, letting out a deep moan as his fingers picked up the pace.

“Take it out, come on, be a good girl for me.” You open his pants and he aids you in pushing them down his thighs, freeing his erected cock from its confinements, taking in the size of it as you weigh it in your hand. “Spit on it, come on now,” he breathes and you lean over him slightly, before spitting into your palm, wrapping it around his cock again.

Your hand is moving quickly, stroking his hard member eagerly as his fingers continue their assault within you. He grunts as your thumb swipes over the head of it, and you let out a moan as his fingers rub over your clit. “That’s a good girl… Such a good girl…” you whimper at the praise.

“What do you want an experienced man to do with your cunt, huh?” He breathes before the hand buried in your bed sheets tightens. “Fuck that feels so good, god damn.” He shifts slightly and you whimper as he reangles his fingers slightly. “Fuck you can barely wrap your fingers all around it…”

You feel yourself releasing a good amount of slick at his words, and you find yourself getting lost in his praise. “Kiss me, Max, please.” you whimper and he gives in, leaning over your body, caging you in as his lips attach themselves to yours. His lips are soft and plump, but at the same time rough against your parted ones.

“Fuck, I need to stretch your little pussy out even more if I’m gonna try to fit inside of you, huh baby?” It’s so hot, the way he says it, and you feel yourself coming closer to the edge as he adds a third finger into your heat, the squelching sound from your pussy filling the room. You can’t do much other than enjoy it, you can barely keep up the pace at which you’re tugging at his cock.

“Come on, keep going baby,” he whispers against your lips, his free hand ripping the robe the rest of the way off of you before he leans back slightly, his fingers still working into you as he looks over your heaving chest, and the way his fingers disappear all the way into you. “Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous baby… If only your mother knew what a little slut you are, huh?”

You whimper at his words, the degradation turning you on so much you can’t even tell wrong from right anymore. You’re lost in the pleasure as his thumb works on your clit, his fingers on against your walls and his lips attaching themselves to your hardened nipples. “Fuck, your tits were sculpted by the gods themselves.”

You whimper as his fingers draw you over the edge, your cum coating his fingers as he continues to push them in and out of you at a rapid pace, keeping your orgasm lingering in your system for as long as possible, your vision blackening completely.

“Fuck your little pussy is gripping my fingers so tightly, fuuuck.” he breathes as he urges your hand to keep moving over his cock in tight strokes, his hand on top of yours, tightening around yours. “Stroke that big cock, yeah, feel how it twitches for you.” He groans out as he sucks one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling eagerly at your sensitive bud.

“Oh my fucking god...” you whimper out at his fingers still moving inside of you, the slick seeping from your cunt and into your sheets as his lips are sucking on your breasts, switching in between your nipples. You can feel the overstimulation easily, it doesn’t take long before you’re a whimpering mess below him.

“Fuck, bend over, get on your knees for me, come on.” He breathes as he finally retracts his fingers from your pussy, and you scatter around on your bed, quickly getting on your knees in front of him while he removes his button-down, throwing it on your bed before he pushes his pants further down on his thighs.

“God fucking damn,” he groans as he forcefully pulls you closer to the edge of the bed, his hand gripping his cock tightly before he slaps it against your clit a few times, swiping it through your folds, making you cry out. The pressure in your abdomen is still very much present, and you need release desperately. You whine out as he finally pushes into you deeply, all the way on the first thrust.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck you’re so fucking tight for me, baby...” His hands are on the globes of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart as he sets a quick pace, desperate to make you cum again and again. You cry out when his hand comes down upon your cheek forcefully, leaving a very red, prominent mark in its wake.

“Yeah, go on baby, rub your clit for me.” He grunts out as your fingers tighten in the bed sheets, and you whine out as they let the fabric go, desperately seeking in between your legs to feel where his thick cock is moving in and out of you at a rapid pace. You let out a guttural moan as your fingers rub rapid and tight circles on your clit, embarrassingly quickly throwing you over the edge.

“You were so ready to come, weren’t you? Fucking watching me in the dark? Yeah I feel the desperation in your cunt, you little slut.” he groans behind you and you let your eyes roll back into your head, his hips continuing their rapid, unforgiving pace at which they were slamming against yours. “Fuck yeah, god you’re so fucking tight around my cock, baby…”

You whimper as his hand comes down on your cheek again, drawing tears to your eyes as he re-angles you slightly, hitting your cervix with every thrust. You cry out at the pain, but you quickly come to find that you actually enjoy the pain he’s causing you. God damn it feels like heaven.

His hands collect your arms behind your back, holding you up in the crooks of your elbows as he keeps up his relentless thrusts, making you see stars, your head feeling heavier and heavier as he continues to force pleasure onto you. You’re sure you’re going to collapse at some point, but Max’s hands are insistent on keeping you upright as he fucks you.

“Yeah, that’s it, my sweet slut…” he groans out as he feels your walls flutter around him again, more than ready to draw another orgasm from your already spent body. “Can feel how much you want to come, so fucking desperate for me, aren’t you?” he grunts out and you whimper, not able to form any words at the moment.

“Yeah, bet you were just imagining me fucking the living shit out of you when you were touching yourself earlier, huh?” Again, you can do nothing but let out a weak whimper to let him know he was absolutely right. You’d admired him for so long, and in that time developed something that was way more than a crush. And now here he was, fucking your brains out.

You whine out when you feel his hips slap against yours harder, his fingers tightening on your arms before he lets you go, and you fall forward. His fingers dig themselves into your hips as he chases his orgasm, throwing you over the edge as well in the search of it. Everything blackens again, your mind clouding with lust as you let out a scream, your thighs trembling against his as he holds his hips snug against yours as he cums.

“Fuck yes, you like that, huh? Feeling my cum deep inside you?” he groans out as he watches your eyes roll back into your head, your upper body resting against your bed as he keeps your hips snug against his, not wanting a single drop of cum to leave you prematurely. He groans as he finally pulls out of you, admiring your fluttering hole as you breathe, trying to calm yourself.

He tugs his bottom lip in between his teeth as he watches your cunt clench around nothing, and he almost cries out when his cum slowly makes its way out of you, gliding down the length of your clit before it drips onto the mattress below you. “Such a good girl.” he breathes as he steps closer to you, before getting on his knees behind you.

His tongue licks a broad stripe up between your lips, following the trail of his cum before he makes a good job at cleaning you with his tongue. Your breathing is jerky along with your body, the oversenstiveness taking over you for good. He makes sure you’re all clean before he helps you under the covers, planting a kiss against your forehead as your eyes flutter shut.

“Thank you, daddy.” you whisper as he pulls back to get dressed, and he notices your breathing coming to soft puffs, letting him know you were fast asleep before he finishes dressing himself, making himself presentable in your vanity mirror. He runs a hand through his blond streaks, drying the corners of his mouth before he leans down to you again, pressing another kiss to your slightly parted lips.

#maxwell lord x reader #max lord x reader #maxwell lord #Maxwell Lord x you #max lord x you #ww84 fanfiction #Pedro Pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you

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mrpenguinpants-alter-ego · 3 years

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Kaeya: Frostbite

This was suppose to be an offering to Albedo but I don’t know anything about him so I ended up writing him as a more laidback Kaeya. Halfway through I realized so that’s why my tags are like that. Here’s your 2k words of cake.

I’m back :DD My first fic is on Albedo Kaeya tho haha. I don’t really want Albedo since I’m saving for Xiao (but if he wants to come I ain’t complaining, he’s vv pretty) so here is my offering birthday gift before 1.2. I saw the cold weather effect for 1.2 and my breath of the wild ptsd kicked in. Is it gay to hold hands with your significant other as an excuse to not freeze to death?

btw I have a taglist. If you want to be added see pinned post for details.

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Kaeya: Frostbite

Trying to find a way into Inazuma didn’t seem likely considering the Electro archon’s distaste to visions and causing a region-wide lockdown. So the next option was to travel through Dragonspine. There had been a few disturbances noted from the Adventurer��s guild but due to the harsh climate of the snow-touched region, not many adventurers were willing to set foot near the mountain. Albedo, the Captain of the Investigation Team and Chief Alchemist, however, knew no bounds for research and discovering the “truth” of the world. This is probably why by the time you found out that one of the Favonius Captains was in Dragonspine that could serve as an excellent travel companion/guide, he had already departed for the mountain weeks ago.

“Why don’t you ask Kaeya to take you?” Jean recommended, smiling gently at your wilting state, “Mondstadt has been quiet lately so it shouldn’t hurt to have two missing Captains for a short while.”

Kaeya? Well, it was true that he didn’t have cavalry to command considering Grand Master Varka had taken all of them for an expedition. Would it be alright to do that? Wouldn’t the Fatui try and start something with the infamous captain away?

“If you’re worried about the Fatui it’s alright. With the event in Liyue and the role of the Fatui Harbinger, they’ve been very skittish to start anything” Lisa laughed from her spot beside Jean. It always scared you how Lisa seemed to be a mind reader. Did alchemist secretly pick it up as a hobby or was Lisa just that scary? Both were equally correct possibilities.

“He’s starting to miss you because you’ve been away from Mondstadt for so long. Jean and I can take care of things should something happen. Go meet up with him before his mood sulks even further. Even I’m starting to feel bad” Lisa smiled, waving you off to go find said Calvary Captain.

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While a pyro user would be better to travel within hindsight, Diluc was busy with the winery and Amber wasn’t used to the harsh climate of Dragonspine. That left Kaeya, who had been to Dragonspine before having met with an owl. You weren’t entirely sure what significance the owl of Dragonspine had but knowing Kaeya, it could either be a wise creature or an ordinary snow owl. He was a cyro user and while that didn’t necessarily mean he was immune to the frost, he was at least in his element. You couldn’t ask Diluc to set the ground on fire and burn to death and besides, the climate was too cold for grass to burn. Plus Jean did recommend him plus you were interested in this “sulky” version of Kaeya.

“Dragonspine? That’s quite a jump from the noisy harbour of Liyue. May I ask why the sudden change?” Kaeya smiled easily when you approached him. You were surprised he already knew what you wanted to ask but maybe Mondstadt had the same idea as Liyue, that all the walls talked.

“Ah, I heard that there have been some unknown issues there so I wanted to see if I could help. Albedo already left so Jean recommended that I travel with you to meet him since you’ve been there before” you explained trying to stifle the laugh bubbling up as he pouted a bit.

“So I’ve become Plan B then? I thought we had quite a close relationship and yet you’re asking me to accompany you to see another man”

“Kaeyaa...” you sighed at him, so this is what Lisa meant by a sulky Kaeya.

“I’m just teasing,” Kaeya ruffled your hair as he stood up from his chair, “Mondstadt’s been quite boring lately. Shall we depart?”

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While you knew that Dragonspine wouldn’t be an easy adventure after spending so much time in the comforting warm weather of Liyue, it wasn’t an easy experience to suddenly switch temperatures so 180. The snow made it hard for your boots to trek through and while the snowflakes were pretty they made your body temperature plummet. Your hands were cold as you started to slowly lag behind Kaeya busy trying to keep your hands warm. It wouldn’t be awhile before the next torch so you just needed to toughen it out. How the hell was Kaeya fine in this kind of weather?

“What's wrong? Can't handle the cold?” Kaeya called over his shoulder before pausing in his step studying your shivering form, “Are you alright?”

“J-Just fine” you breathed out trying to warm your hands a bit more, “Really, I’m alright. Just a bit cold-

As if the cyro goddess herself was mocking you a strong gust of cold wind flew past you two, ripping the buttons off your coat and freezing yourself to your core. You squeaked as whatever warmth you had was chased out and replaced with the harsh bite of frost as it slowly crept up your sides before two fingerless gloves quickly closed your coat and embraced you to a warm chest

“Be careful, frostbite is dangerous” Kaeya teased even though his eyes shone with concern as he nudged your head under his chin, trying to block the wind with his back, his hair wiping in the wind tickling your face “It’ll damage your skin and tissue. Do you feel any pain? Numbness?”

He unwrapped his white fur cloak from his shoulder and wrapped it around your neck. You’ve never really seen Kaeya express this kind of concern before. Did his cyro vision accidentally hurt him before? You don’t recall Mondstadt ever facing harsh winters. He paused before taking one of his gloves off, breathing into his hands to warm them, despite your protest.

“Haha, sorry. My gloves aren’t the best to keep warm but hopefully, it’ll be enough,” he chuckled lightly as he slide your hands into them. His fingerless gloves might keep his palms warm but his fingers were cold as he cupped yours in his bare hands. But as a cyro user, he was probably used to it since that was how he channeled his vision. His blue-lilac eye shined in amusement as he flicked a small snowflake landing on your cheek.

“Feeling any better?” he asked as you quickly shook your head. For how lax Kaeya seemed it was always a bit of whiplash to see him so concerned. He nodded quickly as the wind began to settle down before he slowly let go to slightly peel open your coat to see the damage.

“Aren’t you cold? I swear I’m alright” you quickly assured but Kaeya ignored you as he brushed the side of your shirt up to see small snowflakes melting away.

“It’s just snow, nothing too different from what I’m used to,” he muttered to himself as he brushed away the snowflakes on your waist, before wrapping you in your coat and re-buttoning your coat, “Are you cold anywhere else?”

“N-No” you answered quickly, this was not good for your heart. Where had this version of Kaeya come from? Was he always like this? “Well, I guess my hands are a bi-”

He brought your hands up to his face as his cheeks warmed your hands as he ran his fingers over yours. Trying to transfer his heat to you as your cheeks started to flush redder and redder. He huffed amused under his breath which only served to make the red flush further down your neck.

“Sorry, not a pyro user so this is the best I can do” he laughed lightly at your embarrassed expression. You knew it, he was teasing you this entire time. In sub-zero temperature where you both could die at any time.

“I’m fine. Really” you pouted, at this point, you were sure you might be overheating. He chuckled at your flushed expression as you tried to unlatch your hands to cover your face as he leans his forehead against yours.

“If you ever need me, let me know. Let's not make this a transaction relationship” he smiled smugly as you glared at him. Not that it was intimidating at all.

“Fine, understood” you huffed as he ruffles your hair again before diving his cold fingers to the sides of your neck making your shriek as he dodged your failing arms.

“Come on, let's get moving. We're not frozen in place, after all. As much dying here with you seems romantic, dying from the cold with a cyro vision is just embarrassing” he called over his shoulder smirked as he began walking away to the next waypoint.

“Kaeya...”

“Sorry sorry”

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You sighed in relief as you held your hands to the small torch just inside a cave. Away from the wind, away from the snow, and away from the cold. You could slowly feel the your muscles warm up and finally move without feeling that your bones would snap in half. You looked up at your surroundings, you never expected the giant mountain of Dragonspine to be so hollow with walkways and arches. It was really quite beautiful with all the blue ice hovering over you. Hopefully the wouldn’t break should you need to walk over them or worse, make you slip and fall.

“Are you feeling better?” Kaeya asked as he eyed your bundled up form. His fur cloak was still wrapped tightly around your form as you breathed into your hands. He suspects that you forgotten about the cloak but he liked seeing you wear it so he never asked for it back.

“Oh yes, so much better” you sighed out happily from your little warm bubble.

“Just let me know if you’re still cold alright?”

“Understood” you grinned, giving a small salute to the Captain. There’s a small pause as he nods again at you. You blink a couple times at him before Lisa’s words ring in your mind. You flush as you quickly wave at your cheeks trying to fan away the red. You shuffle a tiny bit on your feet before taking a quick look at Kaeya.

“Um, Kaeya.”

“Yes?”

“My hands are a bit cold. So...”

“Yes?”

You pout at him.

“Could you...”

“Could I?”

You glared at him as his chuckles slowly turned to laughter

“Alright alright, don’t need to be so mad. Come here”

You grinned as he held his hand out for you to take.

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hieludoboi · 3 years

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Hello! I just found your blog and it’s so cute! If your not too swarmed with requests could you write some mista x gem reader fluff?? I’m starving 😩😩.

A/n- Fluffy Mista! This is not the kiss the girl fic, that was running way too long, it’s on its fifth draft, and third rewrite, so that’s gonna be for another time, hope yall enjoy this one though!

Pairing- Guido Mista/Female! Reader

Genre/type- Fluffy one shot

Summary- Mista doesn’t understand why you love to dawdle in gardens so much, but he’s okay with you playing with his hair under a wisteria tree, beneath a cloudy night sky

The garden seemed to be calling him, the scent of flowers lingering on his tongue, vivid imagery of veiny, soft, almost flesh like petals dancing on the cusp of his imagination. It had started off small, a little plot of poppies and tulips in the back of Giorno’s home before unfurling into a massive flower bed, full of pretty blues and calming purples, dotted with yellows and whites... Mista wondered if Giorno was trying to paint the night sky with flowers.

In the middle of it all stood a beautiful wisteria, tall and grand, its branches weighed down by multiple flowers. On windy days, it almost seemed to be crying purple petals. It held a sweet scent, almost overbearing. Giorno had told him he kept the tree because of the symbolism. In Japan, they symbolized bliss, love, and tenderness. Mista, however, had never stopped to appreciate the garden. After all, Trish hid in the flowers to run from his ‘stench’.

Yet, while Giorno’s house sat quietly, tucked away, Mista found himself lured into the garden. The smell of nectar and petals tantalizingly sweet against the pink of his tongue. The night was foggy, and while Mista could barely make out the different shapes, he could easily see the wisteria tree standing proud in the middle of it all.

And so, he walked... Almost mindlessly towards the tree, his soul almost enamored by the presence of it. He wondered why now, of all times, he so desperately needed to see the tree.

“Mista?” The voice was soft, a whisper against the leaves, gently grazing against his eardrums. And suddenly, it all made sense. His chest bubbling with warmth, he ran towards the tree, almost tripping on its roots before he could reach her.

“Y/n! It’s about time you showed up! I was getting bored chasing after other girls, y’know,” Mista teased, a goofy grin on his lips as he approached her. Like almost every night, she was draped in white silks, her skin glowing against the moonlight, a beam of light against the foggy night.

“Right, like any woman could possibly put up with you,” Y/n chided, smiling as she carefully took a seat on the ground, her back pressed against the trunk of the tree. “Come sit,” she beckoned, making room between her legs for Mista to sit.

“I still don’t understand why you like playing with my hair so much,” Mista sighed, plopping down between her legs, letting his head rest against her chest. He could hear her giggling behind him, the warm sound coating his eardrums in honey. It was sickeningly sweet.

“It’s soft, and each curl differs from the last. It’s beautiful, really...” Y/n spoke softly, taking the beanie off of Mista’s head and tossing it somewhere to the side.

“You make it sound like I’m pretty,” Mista joked, leaning into her fingers as she gently massaged his scalp.

“It’s cause you are pretty,” she murmured, carefully taking a curl between her fingers, gently running each ringlet across the tips of her fingers.

“Well, then I guess I’ll keep the long hair for just a little longer,” Mista sighed, a faint smile ghosting across his lips as his eyes slowly shut.

“I wish we could stay like this forever...” she confessed suddenly, e/c eyes staring off into the night sky.

“Mmm, I guess this is nice.” feigning a sense of boredom, Mista stretched his arms above his head, grinning when he felt a light pat to his head.

“Well, since this bores you so much, then you can play with your own hair!” Y/n huffed, pushing Mista off her chest before crossing her arms over her chest.

“Come on! You know I didn’t mean it,” Mista chuckled, turning to face Y/n while she sat with her back to him.

“Nope, too late, I’ve been crushed, my soul tattered and ripped into ribbons, my heart crushed, flattened like a crepe!” She shouted, placing the back of her hand against her forehead before falling back in a less than graceful fashion.

“Uhf-” Mista grunted, eyes waning in surprise as he struggled to catch her as she suddenly flopped to the grass, her head landing in his lap. “Oh no! It seems as though my love hath fallen!” Mista exclaimed, cupping Y/n’s face exaggeratedly, playing along with her little joke. “If only I could bring her back!” faking a sob, Mista carefully cradled her face, gently stroking her cheek before looking up into the starry night.

Carefully opening just one eye, Y/n couldn’t help but giggle, quickly closing her eye as soon as Mista looked back down at her.

“Oh? Perhaps, a true love’s kiss could bring her back?” Mista wondered aloud, a cheshire like grin spreading across his face as he bent down. He could see the way her eyelids fluttered in an attempt to secretly open, her bottom lip getting caught between her teeth as she swallowed the laugh that was undoubtedly bubbling in her throat. And maybe, just maybe, he would humor her.

Stopping to admire the beauty that she was, Mista finally gave in, pressing his lips softly against hers.

It was bliss, really, the way her plush lips felt against his, smooth and tasting of just a hint of lavender. Wisteria petals blanketing them in a curtain of purple, sheltering them from the rest of the world.

And maybe, just maybe, Mista really could stay like this forever.

#guido mista #guido mista imagine #guido mista x reader #mista x reader #mista imagine #JJBA #JJBA Vento Aureo #jjba x reader #jjba mista #jjba fluff #jjba part 5 #jjba headcanons

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gwynrielsupremacy · 3 years

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Azriel surprises Gwyn for her birthday part 7

THIS ONE IS SHORT BUT IMPORTANT

Y'all, this is part 7! Chapter List right here

Just thought the fandom needed a little break from ship-wars and toxicity.... So here's a little Azriel-reflecting-while-training-alone-time. Hope you like this!!!

Also tagging my girls as usual @madie2200 @katiebellf @starbornsinger you are awesome <3

Azriel needed sparring so badly. After tonight’s dinner he had some things to think about. At some point, Mor had come to him and they exchanged a few words; she knew something was up with him. He was hoping no one would’ve noticed the looks he sent at Gwyn’s direction during the evening, but apparently it didn’t work. Not only Cassian and Nesta were already pestering him with their smirks and glances every time Gwyn was around, but now he felt Mor could fit into that list.

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“Are you okay?” She had stood up from her spot beside Emerie and now those piercing eyes were staring straight at him. He looked at her for a moment before questioning back, darting his eyes towards the room.

“I could ask you the same”

She snorted, and he could feel her eyes leaving him, focusing on the small crowd in front of them. Especially on one winged female. “I’m fine. Perfectly fine, in fact.”

His eyes met hers again. She wasn’t being ironic; instead, the tender, honest tone in her voice made his brows furrow just slightly. Before he could insist on the matter, she returned to her question.

“What’s going on with you lately?”

But she wasn’t concerned, he could see. She was just… Curious. And maybe amused. He knew to what she was referring to; or better, to whom. The female he was purposefully not trying to stare right now, since he felt her lingering teal eyes on him. Just the thought of her watching him made the shadows that were mere seconds ago hiding behind him swirl around his shoulders.

So he was brief: “Nothing.”

“You know, Az…” She inhaled before continuing, and her hand on his forearm caused him to meet her stare. Only gentleness and understanding in it. “I’m here for you always. And I can see you are different these last months. You know I know you too well to notice your mood changes.”

He nodded. He indeed knew. For centuries, he knew it. Whatever Azriel felt for her, Mor could always tell. And now, with a jolt, he realized that – she – didn’t affect him anymore. Not in that way, at least. So he allowed himself to glance at Gwyn just once, only to meet with her and Rhys staring at each other while Rhys raised his glass at her, a cryptic expression in his face. Gwyn just swallowed and smiled back timidly.

Mor had followed Azriel’s gaze and chuckled quietly when she landed her eyes on the Priestess, missing that quick exchange. She tapped his shoulder twice and made to depart but then he softly gripped her arm. “Thank you.” And he meant it.

She gave him that gold, stunning smile, and returned to her spot next to Emerie. He couldn't help thinking that sight didn't give him the twists in stomach it once had.

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He continued sparring, the sound of his punches hitting the target the only thing to rip the silent night. He didn’t feel anything anymore but fondness and brotherly love towards Mor, and that made him feel like a big, heavy weight was lifted off his shoulders. When Elain had come, he felt that was it, that they were meant to be together. Logic seemed to point towards it. But the Cauldron didn’t obey logic, he created it. And with time, that feeling also faded away.

He kept hitting the punching bag mercilessly, and although the air was cold, sweat already coated his clothes. He didn’t bother changing into his leathers, so now his black shirt and pants were soaking wet. Gwyn’s words kept playing on and on in his mind. She liked them, his shadows. After months of getting closer, they’d engaged in various conversations. Azriel even felt himself opening up to her, in a way he’d ever done before. And although she seemed not to mind his shadows always moving, trying to reach her, it was the first time she ever voiced to him she actually liked them. Not only tolerated them, but liked. He was caught off guard then, and not for the first time when it came to her.

So his mind kept going through different moments he shared with her. The way their bodies were pressed close when they flew over Velaris for the first time, months ago, how the city lights reflected on her face – shades of purple, and yellow, and silver. How she didn’t seem scared of him touching her, of his scarred hands holding her waist and legs. How she couldn’t meet his eyes, for she kept smiling down marveled at the sight below. And when that single tear sled down her cheek, she didn’t do anything to wipe it away.

Then on her birthday, that charged look she gave him; filled with an emotion he couldn’t quite describe. Her scent when she hugged him, and all the small smiles and stolen glances as they bantered while training for all these months. The few times she called him “Az”, only when they were alone, and what that meant. If it meant anything at all.

Something sparkled in his chest when he thought about her grinning earlier that evening, before they flew to the River House. The way that outfit complemented her features, and how effortless she seemed to be wearing it. The necklace he gave her bringing out the colors in her hair. And that damned smile, the one he’d seen on her face plenty of times before, practically shining with joy.

And how, when she was at the stairs just an hour before, he let his most insistent shadow curl around her arm, as if saying all he couldn’t manage to. How he wanted her to stay, come practice with him, or sit by his side when they both stared up at the night sky, or just fill him with questions about anything at all. How he secretly wanted to feel her in his arms again. How he just wanted to… Be with her.

At that moment, he heard a voice. A faint, quiet singing beckoning him to come closer. And without thinking, he felt his feet moving towards it, into the House, climbing the stairs, arriving on the hallway to his bedroom. The more he moved, the louder the melody became.

When he stopped by Gwyn’s door, he lost his breath. She was singing, and although her voice was muffled by the door between them, Azriel could listen perfectly. That sweet and tender melody, filled with happiness and sorrow and love. The most beautiful voice he ever heard. And with it, a glowing, golden string sliding under the door; from her, to him. Right into his chest.

He thought about her all those months ago, that image that he had buried deep inside him now resurfacing. How he could so clearly picture her eyes lighting up at the sight of that reckless gift, how she would beam.

He leaned against the wall, trying to calm his racing thoughts. A part of him couldn’t believe it, but another wasn’t surprised. It just… Clicked. As if the picture was standing in front of him for a long time, waiting for him, but only now he stepped back enough to see it. And it all made sense. So he left out a soft chuckle, savoring that moment, what that possibly meant for him, for them, and stood by her door until long after she stopped singing.

A thing of secret, lovely beauty indeed.

#aw GUESS WHAT HE FOUND OUT NOW #oops what will they do #did someone ask for gwynriel moments #gwynriel #gwynriel supremacy #i live for gwynriel #gwyns birthday #was some time ago now #but check out chapter 1 #this is part 7 #gwynriel headcanon #FLUFF ALERT

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 4 years

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How would the guys handle a “girly girl” S/O? Either poly or individual is fine with me. Thanks!

"How would the boys act with a S/O who is a girly girl? Could they handle that?" -anon

I've said this once and I'll say it again!!! I don't think the boys have a type!! So if you're a girly girl?? Totally won't care. Here you go!! (Made this poly btw)

Poly!Lost Boys x Girly Girl S/O

The boys had spotted you on the boardwalk. Pastels, teased hair, manicured nails, and expertly done makeup to match. You were a prim little girly girl, and their complete opposite. For some reason, that only drew them to you

At first, they just wanted to mess with you. "Piss off the princess" as David had some eloquently put. And it was fun. So fun, actually. They flirted with you, of course, but David made sure to play with your hair, putting a strand out of place. He stroked your cheek, his gaze making you flustered as you tried your best to keep up with them. You could've sworn a second ago you had been surrounded by your friends, but they were nowhere to be found now. Marko had leaned in close, a wide smile on his face as he asked what perfume you used and blatantly took a whiff. You had squirmed at his closeness, and tried to give him a reply. He'd hummed, telling you that he liked it with a grin that made the compliment seem far too suggestive (even if it wasn't). Paul took your distraction as an opportunity to play with the edge of your skirt. You yelped and bat his hands away, but he was already leaning down. He whispered in your ear, "Nice heels. Though, I'm surprised your feet don't hurt. Maybe you wanna spend some time off them?" He flirted. Dwayne was the only one that didn't tease you as ruthlessly as the others, and he caught you before the blonde terror twins could make you trip backwards. You had pressed your back right up against his chest, and quickly looked up to see the handsome brunette. It was all a little much for you, the onslaught of teasing and flirting, and you had flushed bright red. Dwayne rubbed his knuckle against your cheek, quietly asking, "What's wrong, princess?" And that had been the final straw. You had broken away from the four, stomping off as you cursed the boys and their antics. They had jeered, calling for you and asking you to come back

They bothered you every night after that, and eventually they weren't such an unwelcome sight. Really...they could be quite charming when they wanted to be. Despite the warnings you'd recieved about "boys like them", you ended up dating them. All four of them.

Marko low-key likes that you're extremely girly. It makes him look more tough whenever you stand besides him, and he's definitely willing to fight anyone who bothers you. Marko would interlock his arm with yours, and ask you questions about the things you liked (even if they were things he had no interest in). He would even talk to you about makeup and fashion, and just saw your style as your own personal self-expression. He liked to hang out in your room and play with all the stuff you had on your walls. He's not big on wearing makeup himself, but he likes to watch you put it on. He'll hover just a little bit out of the sight of the mirror, tilting his head to the side as you focus on applying your eyeshadow and eyeliner. He likes to watch you make yourself "look pretty" and will argue that, "You're always pretty". He always smiles when you ask him what color you should use, and he grins a little bit more at the boardwalk that night. Will watch "girly" movies and shows with you, and actually likes some of them. Will even listen to some "girly" music with you. Likes to listen to gossip, and totally knows all the names of your friends. Is one of the only boys that can tolerate your friends. Will still tease you from time to time about how girly you are, but he never means it in a bad way. Was totally ko-ed that one time you were chewing bubblegum and blew a bubble while talking to him. Won't explain why, but he just thinks it was really hot. The two of you went into an alleyway, and he was the one chewing gum when you left.

Paul had been completely devastated when he heard that your favorite singers were Cyndi Lauper and Madonna, and had tried to convince you to come back to the cave with them just so he could show you some "real music". You had denied, as you were hesitant about getting on one of their death machines. Especially Paul's. The first time he had you listen to metal, you had just said, "this sounds very angry" and you swore that Paul looked like he was about to cry. Literally conditions you to like it, but will mostly put on soft rock/ballads as a "compromise". He listens to some of your music as well, and one time you caught him humming "Physical" by Olivia Newton John afterwards. He's the most willing to let you put some make-up on him, but only something that "rockstars" would wear. You end up finding out that Paul looks really good with some eyeliner. Let's you paint his nails, but the boy can barely sit still long enough for you to do one coat. And trying to wait for it to dry? Forget it. He even likes the painted nails, but, again, he cannot sit still. Paul loves the fact that you mostly wear skirts. Whistles every time he sees you, and is definitely the type to try to sneak his hands under your skirt to try to cop a feel. If you sit on his lap, his hand is going straight to your legs. You gotta hold them so he won't try anything. Likes to pick out your outfits, even if he usually aims to make it as skimpy as possible and most of his choices get vetoed.

Dwayne is the nicest to you, and he treats you like a little princess. He always tells you that you look pretty, and would let you talk about whatever you wanted. He just likes hearing you talk, even if he has no idea what you're saying. Listens to you talk so much that he starts to pick up some of your slang. In his deep voice, he just says, "That was totally bogus". Type to hold open doors for you and treat you like a lady, even if the others make fun of him for it. He's your giant bodyguard, and he basically makes sure no one tries to take advantage of you based on how non-intimidating you look. The type to buy steal you whatever you want, and may spoil you a bit. If you like a certain piece of jewelry, he's giving you it the next night. He was the one that helped you pick out your earrings when you and them decided to become more official. Let's you braid and brush his hair, but he never wears it out of the cave. If you wear sneakers one night, he'll tie your shoelaces for you so you don't have to bend down in your skirt. Low-key has a kink for when you put on lip-gloss. He just likes watching you apply it, and will pull you into a kiss as soon as your done. It's one of the rare instances where he'll do PDA, so you let it slide that when he pulls back and half of your lip gloss is on his lips instead. He just comments, "Bubblegum." And acts like nothing happened. You mostly want to ride with him because he's the safest, and he always helps you on/off of his bike

David could be a perfect gentleman at times, when he wasn't being an ass. He teases you the most out of all the boys. He likes how feminine you are, mainly because it makes him feel more manly and tough. His all black coat and punk/metal look really constrasts with your feminine style, and he loves watching how beach go-ers immediately back down when you tell them that he's your boyfriend. Yeah, they weren't expecting that. He enjoys pushing your boundaries and testing your knowledge on things outside the mainstream. He will even suggest books and movies to you, but it wasn't until you started dating that he actually got you to listen to him. This was mainly by literally giving you his copies or watching them with you at the cave. You two mainly have conversations about those things, or about the things going on in your life. He's really not the type to be interested in girly things, so rip- Loves and almost insists on having you ride with him, mainly because he loves the way you have to hike up your skirt and how tightly you grip onto him. Definitely teases you by calling you "little girl" along with his usual "kitten" and "sweetheart". Likes that you're a girly girl a little bit too much, especially the fact that you get your nails done. You scratched your nails down his back one (1) time in bed, and he had to keep himself from vamping out and biting you in retaliation. Likes to joke about how he and the boys are "corrupting" you, but secretly thinks it's kind of hot

The boys all call you "barbie" and it's a running joke in your relationship. If you ever start to annoy them, they'll say, "Okay, Barbie"

One of the boys favorite things is picking you up from the mall or the boardwalk when you're with all your friends. They live for the looks your friends give them, whether they're judging your choices or giggling at how cute they are. One of your friends comments about you not possibly being able to date all of them long term, and the boys roll their eyes. David just replies, "Long term is exactly what we had in mind", and ends up telling you about their vampirism soon after. It was a bit of a shock, but after some time to adjust they were able to convince you it wasn't as bad as you thought. But they knew convincing you to change would be a whole other battle...

Overall, none of the boys really mind that you're girly, but they'll definitely tease you for it

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys david #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys marko #the lost boys paul #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #the lost boys imagines

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voidcat · 3 years

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— take me home

Characters: Dazai Osamu/gn!reader (+agency members)

Genre & wc: fluff — 1.9k

a/n: happy Valentine’s Day!!! Normally I was gonna make this one big thing but my writing style for all this so far and “the second part” don’t carry the same vibe. (Also it was getting v long) Anyways, enjoy. I still suck at naming fics. — part 2 !!

“You could feel the bomb going off and suddenly-“ Doctor Yosano stops looking at the clock, “Oh it’s been that long already? I shouldn’t keep you waiting for any longer” she motions with her hand to you with a smile.

“It’s alright, I enjoy hearing your stories.” You smile back. “If it’s alright with you and no new cases show up, would you like the finish the story tomorrow at my place? Maybe over a cup of tea or a glass of wine?”

The glint in her eyes tell you the answer long before. “Only if the infamous pastries Ranpo cannot get enough of are there!” Yosano says with enthusiasm and all you can do is nod and share the excitement.

As she proceeds to get her coat and bag, you decide to wait until you hear someone else speak up.

“I thought you didn’t like to have people over?” Atsushi asks standing behind you with a stack of papers and files.

Eyes closed, you hum “True, true… But I make an exception for some, dear. Where did you think we baked all those for Kyouka?”

Stopping for a second to recall that day Atsushi scratches his head. The moment of realization comes to him fast, apparent from the sudden change of expression and the wide smile on his face “Oh! You’re-“

“I thought you didn’t allow anyone in the kitchen!” Ranpo exclaims rather loudly, slamming the newspaper he was reading moments ago onto his table.

Tilting back and forth from where you’re standing and occasionally looking for Yosano to come back, you turn to where his voice came from. “That rule only applies to you, I’m afraid. No matter what an amazing detective you are, cooking and baking simply aren’t your forte.” With one hand in the air as if offering the plainest of truths, you say.

“However you’re still my most trusted taster, so please don’t make that face?” You finish with an apologetic smile and hearing a low rumble coming from him, you let out a breath thinking you’re off the hook.

You thought wrong.

As Yosano’s heels clank against the surface, you can feel a persistent gaze on your back, already sensing what’s to come next. Before you can make an attempt to the door however, Dazai announces your name, in a whine no less, coming a little too closer than you expected right behind your ear.

Slowly turning back to see his smug face, right in your personal space just as you guessed, you refrain from rolling your eyes. “What was it Dazai? Is something the matter?”

Coming all the way from wherever he was previously , he couldn’t be here now for anything other than to bother you. You just hoped Yosano would show up and drag you away before your patience was tested again.

Raising his arm and resting the back of his hand against his forehead, eyes closed and mouth open, as if a he were a character straight out of a tragedia, Dazai opts for the dramatic route. “Yes! I’ve just been informed of horrifying news!”

“Which is?..” you leave the statement unfinished, already knowing what’s to come.

“That you never invited me over to your house! And we’ve been friends for the longest time! What our live have come to, have we driven so far away from ea-“

“Enough with the antics Dazai, we’re busy, can’t you see?” Your savior, Yosano cuts in putting a hand over your shoulder. Turning to look at her, you mouth a ‘thank you.’, and you think she has never looked as beautiful as she does in this moment now, with the golden sun behind her setting, the lights illuminating her face, making her look like those heroes painted to be immortalized.

As you step out, you hear Yosano stop and say: “And for the record, I’ve known them the longest.”

The day spent with Yosano goes better than you could accept. By the end your face hurts from laughing, your stomach full from all the food and drinks you’ve consumed, times flies away like a plane and by the time Yosano makes way to the door, it’s dark and you’re both dragging your feet.

Despite the enjoyable day off, Dazai’s recent behavior starts to make you question if it was worth inviting her over so publicly.

At any chance he gets, he tries to get you to give away something about your location, who has been over before and how many times, what type of hosts you prefer and ‘oh maybe we never got the chance because of our schedules, you should invite me over some time’, ‘don’t be so shy, we’re friends after all! Oh is it your place you’re ashamed of? Worry not, I won’t judge!’, ‘hey are you free on a Thursday night?’s met with ‘No, I don’t want you over.’, ‘Yes, I have a very good reasoning.’ And almost a slip up of a ‘I’m free- Oh wait, I have a date with Sergio, sorry no can do!’.

For each cheeky smile he offers, you give back a grunt or a snarl, one time almost yelling right in front of the director and another time you stomp out of the office in fury while Atsushi watches in horror.

Fifth time of your hiding in the café and you find yourself wishing for a crisis to surface, the carefree Dazai to be replaced by the serious and logical man that manages to impress you no matter how hard the case, counter measure after counter measure, even if he takes reckless risks once in a while.

Inhaling the sweet smell of your tea before taking a sip, your wish seems to have come true partially, from the set of steps approaching you in a determined yet unrushed pace.

Taking a long sip, savoring the taste and the warmth of it, you slowly place the cup down and open your eyes to see Dazai standing in his neutral and calm state.

The two of you stay like that for a while, like a photograph, the café empty and the mixed smells of coffee and tea lingering in the air, not quite looking at one another but not dozed off either.

When he opens his mouth, it doesn’t feel like the moment has been broken, not even a clearing of throat or a quite mumbling under his breath beforehand, yet his voice flows along the smells despite the absurdity of the topic of conversation.

But you beat him to it. “If you’re going to be standing for so long, you might as well sit down.”

He settles down as you reach for your cup again.

“So, how are things with Sergio?” He says the name with a hint of hostility.

It takes everything in you not to spit out your tea laughing. “Sergio is a street cat I take care of.”

Composure and crossed arms off, Dazai’s eyes widen. “But- you said that-“ “A date with Sergio, yes, for his yearly check up at the vet.” You finish for him.

“That was just an excuse to get you to stop bothering me.” You add.

“Fair enough, I deserved that.” He chuckles “but you did mention you had a very good reasoning for not inviting me over. I know I pestered you enough about that…” he trails off, reaching for your hand with his. “And yet, would you be so kind to tell me why?” he asks, eyes locked into yours.

“My cat doesn’t like you.”

And this, you think, is the exact moment the atmosphere is ruined, the photograph ripped apart in the middle.

Dazai just stares at you, still holding your hand.

Blinking few times, rather unimpressed, you notice a waitress by the counter, probably there to rearrange something.

“Alright, I’ll be off now if that’s all!” You say a bit too cheerfully, pull your hand before Dazai can do anything, pay and leave as soon as you can.

Dazai just blinks, hands still in the air, stays frozen like that until Kunikida drags him back to work.

Bad decision after bad decision seems to follow you wherever you go because after that interaction at the café, it gets worse.

You thought Dazai was like a fruit fly before? It gets more irritating than an army of them. And on top of that, Kunikida scolds you to undo whatever you’ve done on Dazai, his already poor work ethics now on the floor, getting on Kunikida’s nerves and yours.

Hearing your name spreads terror in you now, the second your ears catch the familiar tone of Dazai’s voice, you fleet for your life.

Coming clean and explaining your statement from earlier would be the logical way to end this but fate disagrees as it laughs you in the face.

“Why wouldn’t your cat like me? I didn’t even step foot into your place before!”

“Hey Dazai, remember the day you wouldn’t get off my back? Trying to embrace at any chance and I gave up in the middle of the day at one point?” Resting his hand under his chin to think, as if his face doesn’t make it obvious he remembers the day crystal clear, he lets out a “hmm…”

With a snap of fingers and a “Ah! I remember now! You were so comfortable, I almost fell asleep.” He grins.

With a shake of your hand, trying to dismiss the memory of how he basically trapped you to the couch, you cough and continue. “That evening, when I got home, my clothes must have reeked of your smell.” He nods, good, so far he seems to follow. “My cat just sniffed the air once and stayed in the living room until I washed those clothes and took a bath.”

Hands resting on his hips, he keeps nodding and humming in understanding. “I see…”

You let out a breath, thank god it’s over.

“Nope! Still makes no sense.” Hs exclaims suddenly, turns away and leaves. You just stare at his back, now it’s your turn to blink in ‘unbelievable, is this real?’

The loud chatter and pestering doesn’t stop however and with each word, it gets more ridiculous.

“Is your cat perhaps jealous of me? That you secretly love me and they don’t want competition?”

“The cat is just another excuse, isn’t it! Admit it, you have a secret! It must be something you’re afraid I won’t like.”

“Is it Chuuya? Did you take pity and let him rent a room?”

“I don’t even know a Chuuya…”

“Maybe a weird collection…” he gasps and says your name. “Are you a hoarder? Is that why you won’t let me in? I told you already, I would never judge your lifestyle!”

“Dazai, please stop-“

“No, no, I got it this time. It’s a shrine of me! Isn’t it? Your face tells it all, it is a shrine! Ah, I must say I’m flattered, if not a little scared now.”

If anger could set a fire, you think Kunikida would be arrested of arson right now. You just rest your head in your palm, trying to ignore Dazai’s ongoing nonsense.

“Is there really a-“ Kenji begins a question as Ranpo ends it with a firm “Nope!”

Getting up from your place at last, you grab Dazai by his coat and drag him out.

“There is No shrine, no other human, no hoarding or weird collections. It’s just me and my cat who scrunches his nose when I bring home a file that sat in your desk all day!”

Before giving him a chance to reply, you walk away.

The next day, and many other days to follow, goes uneventful, Dazai’s never ending bickering about your house seems to have reached a stop. Everyone, especially Kunikida, enjoys the newly achieved peace of going back to normal. You hope this marks the end of this whole nonsense, and that the Dazai everyone knows with a little mix of annoying and impressively serious has returned back to his sense of regular.

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vit-ri-ol-ic · 3 years

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CW: Referenced self-harm & self destructive behavior

Feitan used to bite his nails a lot until incorporating the bandana into his wardrobe.

Now he settles for shoving his hands into his pockets and fidgeting endlessly with whatever he might find inside — lint, candy wrappers, his lighter, a box of cigarettes, maybe.

He'll pick at his nails whenever his hands are free, sometimes peeling them away from the bed and causing himself to bleed.

This tic in particular happens to make Phinks very angry, and sometimes he'll grab Feitan by the wrists to prevent him from continuing.

Feitan reacts just as you'd expect — he'll either roll his eyes and murmur something vaguely insulting under his breath in his native tongue, or he'll go straight for a kick to his companions shin.

He bites at his lower lip frequently, but this is less noticeable thanks to the bandana covering the lower half of his face.

His lips are often dry and peeling, and he just can't resist the urge to tug away at the flesh with his teeth. Sometimes he'll bleed, but it isn't ever enough to warrant concern.

Shalnark gave Feitan a stick of lip-balm for Christmas, but Feitan hates the way it smells and tastes, so he rarely uses it.

He prefers to keep his nails short, as this prevents him from picking at his other nails, his skin, or his lips.

Sometimes he'll paint his nails black to keep himself from mindlessly fidgeting — he hates seeing the polish chip.

Phinks teases him for this, but would rather Feitan paint his nails as opposed to ripping them off.

Feitan picked up smoking at a young age and found that it eased his nerves and took the edge off.

He'll sneak off for a smoke if he's ever feeling anxious or agitated — he loves the way the smoke warms up his lungs, and he finds comfort in the way the smell lingers on his person once he's finished.

Social situations beyond the Troupe make him wildly uncomfortable and nervous — he doesn't let it show, but he fears that he'll get made fun of for his accent and limited vocabulary.

So, he speaks in short, incomplete sentences when required, but often allows Phinks to do most of the talking for him.

He practices his annunciation and vocabulary frequently under his breath, usually before going off on jobs that require diplomacy of some sort.

He'll bounce his leg obnoxiously when out to dinner at restaurants or sitting around a table with the Spiders — this aggravates everyone, which only makes the leg shaking more persistent. He's a spiteful little shit.

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BONUS: Feitan is often drawn to sharp things when seeking comfort, but he secretly loves softer objects as well. Particularly a soft, fuzzy keychain that he'd received from Shalnark at one point. He hides it in his coat pocket and plays with the fur between his fingers, and he imagines that it absorbs all of his stress, replacing it all with calm.

#hunter x hunter headcanon #hunter x hunter hcs #feitan hcs #feitan headcanons #feitan portor #phinks #shalnark

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S5 Ep 3: Apdnarg is Really Hard to Spell

Yo guys, people are getting vaccinated, the sun is parting through the clouds, and I felt so nice that I even stopped listening to quite so many throwback 00′s BTS mashups (and yet I keep clicking on these dissonant catastrophes thinking “this time it’s got to be better. This time they’ll figure it out.” and like, no. Turns out you can’t match Brittany’s Toxic with BTS’ Black Swan. You can’t do that.)

This must be a sign that things are getting better. If anything, it means my personal tastes are improving. I mean I only clicked on like 3 “Dark Academia” Playlists where I could pretend I’m some sort of spooky witch in an abandoned library with a bad music player and basic taste in classical music (like can we ban Satie from Youtube for a little while?). Hell, I might even do a prompt update to this blog!

Yeah, you heard me, I’m actually going to stay ahead of the update schedule for Yugioh Abridged (maybe. I haven’t actually watched cuz of spoilers, I just noticed the thumbnail pop up on Youtube and was like “Damn it, they came out of hiatus??? I got hurry UP.”)

Anyway, speaking of the sky parting.

I’ll have you know my bro said this is actually more like a circumcision and it was one of the worst thing I have ever heard.

We get a chance to take in this lineup of confusing and varied character designs, and Joey. who is...still Joey.

The animators probably had to hold a strike in order for them to put Yugi in the audience, lets be real. There are TOO MANY PEOPLE in this shot and one is wearing a turban where you draw every single wrap. I hope those artists charged by the line.

Tea has a subplot where she’s just very frustrated with everyone she knows. They have been traveling together for like many weeks and got trapped in a foreign country so I get it. But at the same time, it’s kind of hard to picture Tea with female friends.

Because right now you got this 12 year old child, the other duelist who does not care about anything besides cards, and Kaiba’s 3 dragon cards that we’ve all collectively decided are female.

Hell it’s almost like the writers are asking themselves why Tea is here. Maybe they forgot. There’s no more ghosts to bus, no more people to knock out with her ass with random Olympic feats. Tea’s just sidelining.

(read more under the cut)

Mokuba is a itty bit bit taller this season, and so I guess that means he can legally climb on top of the cherry picker in order to give a riveting speech.

Really says a lot about Mokuba that he is so unphased about talking to, I dunno...an entire planet of people. Kind of a shame we never see this courage from Mokuba used for anything other than talking really, really big and giving everyone around him a really hard time.

Mokuba takes a moment to dunk on Yugi Muto, as is Kaiba tradition.

And then introduce the first pair of duelists, which obviously must be between the few people in this tournament that we actually know and care about.

Thankfully, in between last episode and this episode, Yugi has figured out who his own Grandpa is. This is a relief, because Yugi is such a mess, that I was fully convinced it would take over half a season for him to recognize it. I mean how long did it take him to figure out he shares a body with a ghost? Like half a season?

Instead Yugi recovered gracefully from not recognizing his grandpa, but it’s not like he bothered to tell anyone else, so the rest of our cast is just gonna be like “Is he my hairdresser? The guy who delivers my mail? Who is this guy who made absolutely no significant changes to his outfit or voice?”

Like sometimes this show goes full Spongebob silly kid’s show and you never know when to take it seriously or not. They might be sacrificing the entire cast next episode. I really don’t know. But for now their big concern is who is grandpa??? Like an innocent card version of “Are you my Mother?”

Faced with public speaking, Yugi decides to have a melt down.

We have seen him face monsters, we’ve seen him on TV dozens of times, he’s been in multiple competitions...but give a speech? Of course he can’t do that. The kid doesn’t attend enough school to know how to do that. Them’s learning skills.

And that was when a newly assembled wife-jet spliced through the sky like a souped up razer scooter and deposited 1 fully equipped Seto Kaiba in a Buzz Lightyear jetsuit.

THE RECOVERY.

Seto always watching over his Brother, ready to save this awkward party if it kills him (and it really should, that suit is held together by two seat-belts), making sure to get on that platform before Yugi starts going off about how he’s half an Ancient Egyptian. (Ah, life before social media. You could just be hella famous and also half a dead dude and people would just not know. I kinda miss the time before I knew literally everything about everyone.)

Please admire how close those flames are to setting Mokuba’s heavily hairsprayed mane completely alight. It would be an unforgettable spectacle.

These were absolutely just random ass jet packs that Gozaburo Kaiba made to kill hell tons of people, right? Like Seto found it in the family cabin, clutched to the heart of some crispy fried corpse and was like “neat! Mokuba! I found a cool toy!” and just plucked that thing out of that skeleton’s clutches and has been flying around for months?

Like this is Seto Kaiba’s Butter Glider, right?

Seriously what type of vehicle license do you need for one of these things? RIP My ‘Seto only has a scooter license’ headcanon.

Which I’m only even thinking about because I’ve had to try and make an appt with the DMV for days to get a freakin REAL ID. I went to sleep in 2019 and I could fly on a plane. I woke up in 2021 and it’s like “Want one last screw you?” and just...can 2020 please stop screwing me over? It’s March.

Anyway, the Jet is removed soon after, so no, this is not part of his new outfit. He goes right back to his Post-S4-Trauma-Normcore.

After wrestling this competition out of his brother’s hands and confusing everyone in the audience, Roland must have gotten the memo to cut the microphone before Seto got too excited and we were quickly ushered on to the next stage of the tournament.

One sec...the BTS Mashup playlist I just clicked on did a Black Swan X 7 rings mashup and it’s the worst thing my ears have ever heard.

Holy crap. I had to actually turn down my volume. Like...Ariana Grande already has music that has way too many overlapping singing parts on it--and then lets just stick a 52-person boy band on top? That’ll fix it. Yeah. Go ahead.

Wow. Even I had to change the song and you know how much I enjoy pop culture mistakes.

Spot the Mickey but like a million times easier because it’s a Massive Dick Shaped Dragon.

Yep. That’s my grocery shopping outfit. Except maybe not a lab coat and a duel disk. Wish I had a duel disk, that would make social distancing just a hell ton earlier. Just a “Yo, only one person in checkout, please” and then bap them on the head with a propelled discuss/hologram.

Anyway, Grocery shopping/Doctor man dueled the Purple Hair Boy, and considering that Purple Hair got screen time and shook Yugi’s hand once--I think that Doctor man doesn’t stand a freakin chance.

Good. I hate him.

Also, every time he breathes he’s gonna fog up his glasses. I have experience in this area. He can’t read his own cards in the same way I can’t read my phone if I’m in the refrigerated aisle.

So the way this tournament works, is everyone has to sit in the stadium to watch the show. Kinda like showing up to a football stadium just to watch a recorded TV monitor...but then again...that is how it feels to watch a football game at a football stadium when it’s live (at least with the tickets I usually get.)

And as we watch Grandpa waiting for his competitor, we find out that his competitor (Joey) is too busy eating snacks to give him the time of day.

Why do cartoon hot dogs always have lettuce? Is that seriously supposed to be relish? Or is there a place in the world where you put lettuce on your hot dog?

Sorry, bro has just informed of his favorite hot dog order, which is absolutely terrible so I will share it with you: a Five Guys hot dog with ketchup, mustard, pickle relish, onions, mushrooms, pickled peppers, and you guessed it--topped with freakin lettuce.

My own kin. How am I over 30 and just finding out that my baby brother thinks it’s normal to walk into a restaurant with normal god-fearing law-abiding people and order lettuce and mushrooms on a hot dog?

I have fully failed him.

The rest of this episode is watching both Joey Wheeler and Mokuba have a shared panic attack while Seto does freakin nothing.

Please remember that Seto has both a jetpack and a dragon wife plane and could have easily solved this problem. But nah.

Then again, Seto Kaiba has given this crew so MANY rides, that maybe he’s tired of being the Soccer Mom for the team?

Like they don’t actually say this episode, but Seto was the one in charge of like...this entire place, do you think he made the 2 for 1 special just to get Joey where it hurts the most? Or does it actually not take any subterfuge to screw Joey Wheeler because he’s just naturally this way?

Like Mokuba wasn’t there when Joey was told “stay right here, and then we will all go together to fight Dartz” and Joey was like “I’mma save Mai from herself although she told me not to!” and then he Hella Died. But, Mokuba did see the result, AKA, Joey’s dead body being carried on the back of Tristan. Maybe Mokuba never realized that Joey died because he went out of his way to be late?

Lets do a tally of every time I can recall with my dodgy memory that Joey was threatened to be DQ’d/pretty much was DQ’d either by his own fault or no fault of his own

-When he wasn’t allowed to go on the boat to Murder Island because he was a stupid nobody kid who did not have a dueling glove

-When he wasn’t actually supposed to be in Pegasus’ tourney and was, in fact, secretly using half of Yugi’s entrance ticket the entire time

-when Bandit Keith stole the ticket that Joey got from Yugi so then Joey had to borrow Mai’s ticket although she had just used it so it really shouldn't have counted. Because, really anyone could have just piggy backed off of each other’s ticket until the whole boat went through that castle.

-When his account was hacked to get entered into Kaiba’s tourney when Kaiba very clearly told him he could not apply solely because he was Joey Wheeler.

-When he was late to his sister’s eye surgery because he got mugged by Marik’s Rare Hunters, so she almost refused to do the surgery.

-When Joey got possessed by Marik, and as Marik, threatened to murder everyone else in the tournament including both of the Kaiba brother’s who’s tournament it was, and then chained himself to Yugi Muto to throw both of them to the bottom of the ocean.

-I think there was a point when he threatened to attack Kaiba in Kaiba’s own tourney while not possessed? Like several times?

-when he got struck by Lightning and almost did not stand up fast enough after being struck by lightning, which is apparently a type of DQ in Duel Monsters.

-When he tried to save Mai from getting hit by a fireball, but then Yugi did it instead, and then so many people were standing on the dueling platform that Kaiba couldn’t possibly DQ them all.

-When he entered the restricted area of the blimp in order to hassle Kaiba into landing the Blimp, which Kaiba did not do.

-When Marik killed Joey before Joey could press the “go” button on his duel disk to play the card that should have won Joey the match.

-When he was dueling a lawyer in a digital universe but then the dice was like...weighted? So Noah had to walk over and be like “The hell is this weighted dice? This is my perfect digital world? How did you even do that?” and then Joey won because the match was no longer legit.

-When Joey yelled at Noah too much and so Noah turned Joey to stone for being a rude ass spectator

-When Mai was like “Wheeler and Valon, listen closely: do NOT murder each other” and then Joey did a murder on Valon so she was like “I guess I have no choice, I was very clear” and killed Joey straight up.

-When Joey decided to block Seto’s fireballs while Joey Wheeler WAS a playing card, somehow disrespecting both Dartz and Seto Kaiba at the same time.

-When Joey was playing cards but then got absorbed into a giant Leviathan and basically couldn’t play anymore after that.

-There’s probably hell ton of S0 stuff I just haven’t seen yet.

-This episode

And Joey runs fast for a montage of wacky things that really have no business being in a theme park. Things like this:

(remember when Bakura almost died from a rock that ended up being a balloon? It comes full circle.)

The stuff that the Kaiba brother’s think is normal and fun.

Anyway Joey fights off a bunch of hologram snakes and bats and everyone is like “Should we tell him it’s just holograms???” And it’s like wow, guys, how many times have these ‘holograms’ straight up murdered Joey Wheeler and everyone else on this cast? Too many? Because I have a google doc with so many deaths on it. 7,805,844,048, to be exact.

Anyway, he gets there with five seconds to spare and Mokuba’s like “well at least you were still entertaining while we filmed you in front of a live audience being a total spaz for 15 minutes straight, so I’ll let you go.”

Grandpa and Joey start playing, Joey completely oblivious that this is just an older Muto, while Hawkins walks up awkwardly and is like “hey guys. I’m so sorry about this.”

(welcome to my font choices, for those new here, I have to make weird font color choices to make sure it’s legible for the colorblind and also for the non-colorblind. This one is not much contrast, so I may change it up in the future, but for now, this is Grandpa Muto’s new font. I apologize to every graphic designer reading this. Please don’t tell anyone who has ever hired me for graphic design about this blog.)

What’s funny about this exchange is that after they find out that Yugi’s Grandpa is Apdnarg (HOLY my brain cannot get around the spelling for that, and I will not change it in the caps. I cannot do a ‘pdn’ ever again), they don’t stand on his side of the field or anything. Hawkins is legit Solomon Muto’s only fan during this exchange and like...damn. Way not to back your Grandpa, Yugi.

Yugi immediately strides up to Mokuba to non-confrontation-ally inform him that he has stepped over a line and Mokuba is like “what are these things you say called ‘lines?’”

According to Mokuba, Solomon Muto begged him to be in the competition so he could relive his glory days (glory days making no sense here, because the game has only been released for the past 15 years, so glory days is like...the before times that can only be referring to disgraced archeologists and Pegasus ((who is, in his own way...a disgraced archeologist, too))) and Mokuba was like

“You trained Yugi Muto, right? Hey that’s good enough for me. This drama is gold. People will eat it up. Hell yes. Don’t be afraid to abduct him a little bit. Maybe trap a couple people in a digital hellscape for a little while? Now we go by Pegasus house rules here, so fire as many lasers as you want, but just make sure not to hit anyone in the face. Oh man, we are going to be swimming in cash. Love it, Muto Sr, love it.”

But I dunno, I feel like Grandpa won’t make it past next episode. It is Joey. We kinda need him to make it past Ep 4 of the arc. If Grandpa Muto becomes the new Joey Wheeler, that will be a weird transition for this show to make.

But that’s all for today, as always, here is the link to read these in chrono order becuase there’s SO MANY that you don’t need to read backwards--don’t do it--just use the chrono tag (and I don’t know if you can add compound tags, but I did separate the Season from the Episode, so if you write S4, it should only pop up stuff from S4. I didn't’ do that to seasons 1-3 though because I just...didn’t.)

https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And because I brought it up: here it is, the best BTS Mashup that I found on my deep dive. Like legit--this one isn’t a mess:

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Most of other ones are horrible in a fascinating way. Like I’m not even a BTS fan, I think I sort of age out of that metric, I’m just bored and quarantined. And lets be real, we all appreciate a good bop when we hear it.

#yugioh #ygo #yu gi oh #photo recap #recap #episode recap #yugi muto #seto kaiba #mokuba kaiba #Joey Wheeler #Apdnarg #Grandpa muto #tea gardner #tristan taylor #professor hawkins #and then I ranted about BTS #but please don't quiz me about BTS I know nothing about them aside from the music #I actually thought there were over 12 of them because every time I see them perform it feels like an entire stageplay production of people #like a 101 dalmations situation where every time I saw BTS there were 3 new people #I assumed it was like the Gorrilaz where people just show up and then disappear in a rotation #but no. There's 7 BTS members #that can't be right #there has to be more than 7 #is this a berenstein bears situation?#how is there only 7?#I swear there used to be like 16 #and they would be introduced like here's jimin and Jungkook and red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and pea #like is google seriously telling me there's only 7 kids in this band?#this is the biggest scam google has ever played on me #this weird alternate timeline that not only has an epidemic but also only 7 members of BTS

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Maybe reader's first full moon with Cal? She can't control herself and our werewolf takes care of her? It can be angst with a few fluffy moments. Thank you, Hailey 🧡

Ooh, I love this one! Thank you for requesting, I hope you like it!😊

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He could sense your first change rapidly approaching. He felt it in the air, it tingled his fingers and made the hair on the back of his neck rise. The smell of wolf was radiating off you and Calum knew you’d need help when your body finally lost control.

He knows he can become a tad overbearing, he sensed your irritation in that regard as well but he wanted to make sure you weren’t alone the first time it happened.

“Listen,” you tell him when the full moon is only a few days away, “I know you want to make sure I’m safe but you’re driving me crazy. I’ll be fine.”

“You won’t be fine, sweetheart,” he smiles sadly. “I’m here to help you.”

“You don’t have to!”

“And why not?”

“Because! I can handle this on my own, I always have handled things on my own so this isn’t any different,” your defiance slowly crumbles away.

“There’s nothing wrong with asking for help. Tell you what, let’s head out to the lake house. Just us and you can handle it on your own but I’ll just be there in case you need help.”

You mull it over. Secretly, you did want his help but your pride is too strong and your independent nature never wants to be seen as weak.

“I guess that’s okay,” you give in.

When it was a day before the full moon, you can already feel the change stirring within you. You could feel it in your bones, it made you have quick bouts of shakes. Calum continued to watch you with a grave expression. The conflict in his eyes matched the conflict within your body; wanting to change but wanting to stay the same.

“We’re almost there,” he kept telling you as he drove down the road.

As soon as you got out of the car, you keeled over and vomited in front of the mailbox. Calum is by your side instantly, rubbing your back.

“Done?” he asks and you nod. Your head feels like it weighs a thousand pounds.

As the night crept closer, the wolf inside you began it’s ascension. Your body couldn’t stop shaking, your skin vibrating and rippling. You tossed and turned all night while you began to sweat, stomach still roiling with the change happening inside. Your ears rang from hearing so many new sounds and tears stung your eyes from the pain.

Calum watches silently from the corner. He knows what you’re going through is painful but if only you could feel how desperately he wants to hold you, soothe you.

As the sun rose that’s when your body decided to give you a break. You got a few hours of sleep in but when you woke, you turned over the side of the bed and got sick again but instead of making a mess there was a bucket. Courtesy of Calum no doubt.

“You’ve only got a few hours,” he says quietly from his corner. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand as another ripple terrorizes your body.

“Just stay there,” you whisper, voice hoarse from moaning in pain.

“Y/N...”

“No, Calum! I can do this--agh!” your body twists harshly in the fetal position. You hear a low growl from Calum but ignore it because your pain is too great.

The few hours roll by like molasses but somehow the sun has set and the moon is appearing. You keep trying to fight the wolf within you trying to break free, torn between giving in and wanting to stay in the flesh you know. The wolf inside you is searching for help, for guidance but you won’t give in to that. A loud snarl echoes from your mouth that turns into a scream.

You hear Calum take a step forward and you know it’s close, your wolf is almost here. Your body begins to tire, the desire to stay is dwindling as long as the pain is gone.

You meet Calum’s eyes before your body jerks straight as a board and then you’re on the floor, nails scratching against the wood. Then you changed back to human form for another split second before your wolf appeared. You whine and cry for Calum who’s next to you at the speed of light.

Human. Wolf. Human. Wolf. In between the change is a constant pain that never ceases.

When you’re human once more, your body still shakes and you’re naked in front of Calum but you could care less about that now. He cups your cheeks in his hands, warm brown eyes zeroing in on yours.

“I know you don’t believe me now, but it will get easier,” he tells you. “Don’t be afraid to give in to your wolf, I can tell she’s already powerful.”

“I’m scared I won’t change back,” you whisper then jerk again in his arms.

“I can help you with that,” he wipes the sweat from your forehead then kisses it. “If you let me.”

You move closer to him, wanting to be held by him for always but then you rip away from him because suddenly you’re a four legged animal again. Calum still holds onto your face, his eyes never leaving yours and that’s what grounds you.

The phasing continues on and off on and off until the sun rises again. Your whole body is sore, every muscle tight and exhausted from the change. Your head is killing you and the light tortures your eyes. You look down to see a large shirt that isn’t yours on you. The word ‘watermelon’ stares up at you but upside down.

“You handled last night very well, Y/N,” Calum says to your left. He’s sitting against the headboard, dark circles under his eyes from staying awake watching over you.

“I’m sorry I was kind of rotten to you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he shakes his head. “You are a very beautiful wolf, your coat is like fresh snow.”

You blush in response then, feeling very bold, you lean forward and give him a quick kiss on the lips.

“Thank you for helping me, even when I didn’t want you to. But I needed it.”

Calum’s fingers graze your cheek, his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips before closing the space. His lips are soft and warm against yours and the wolf in you purrs.

“I’ll always help you, pretty wolf.”

Smiling, you press your lips to his once more and give in to another desire that’s stirred within you.

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a/n: Today we’re college Emily and we are sad. Tried for some plot this time though it doesn’t really appear til the end. Actual tw substances (lots of drinking), tw rape (not descriptive). I have a thought on continuing this but we’ll see. ~4.3k

Sorry Emily.

Emily Prentiss had her first drink was when she was eight years old. Someone handed her a half-glass of champagne as the clock counted down to midnight and a new year arrived. She wasn’t sure she liked the sharp, sour flavor but the bubbles tickled her nose. She also liked holding the pretty glass delicately between her thumb and middle finger, imitating the guests in their bright, shiny fabrics. No one noticed as she crept around the party, seeking out abandoned champagne flutes. She picked each one up, practicing a fake laugh and gesturing to invisible companions. Each imaginary conversation ended with her tilting her head back and draining the glass.

She noticed that the champagne was getting flatter but also that the taste was improving as she worked through the rooms of the ambassador’s residence. She was too young for anyone to pay attention to, the adults were wrapped up in their own affairs and feelings of excitement. Her body grew heavier and she thought she might like to sit down for awhile. She didn't know what time it was or whether it was the new year yet. She climbed onto a bench pushed against the wall. It had become a home for abandoned coats and bags.

It was hard to understand what she was seeing, objects seemed to be trying to escape. She looked at something only for it to slide away. She refocused, telling herself tables didn’t move on their own, only to have the thing slip away again. She tried closing one eye, then the other. The ground seemed to tip which didn’t make sense but maybe explained the moving furniture. She sank down onto one side, the back of her hand pressed against her mouth. Maybe being sideways would help correct the tilt of the world. It didn’t change much and she let her eyes close completely. Even with her eyes closed, the world continued to spin unpleasantly. She whimpered, weakly calling for her mother, already faintly aware that she wouldn’t appear.

Her face felt hot and she worried she might roll off the bench. Too tired to go far, she got down and pressed herself into the space underneath. Closed off from the world in most directions, she felt a little steadier. She tucked her face into the bend of her elbow to block out the remaining light. Her free hand found its way to her mouth again. She was too old to suck her thumb but it was still comforting to feel the pressure there. She found herself biting the skin around her nail beds. The acute sensation tethered her to the earth and the disturbing spinning slowed. She didn’t notice when she fell asleep.

No one found her there and it was light outside when she finally woke up. Cold and stiff from sleeping on the floorboards, she slowly slid out from under the bench. Moving carefully towards her room she tried to listen for sounds of other people in the hallways. She was afraid her mother would scold her for ruining her dress. She needn’t have worried. She threw the dress, now ripped and stained, into the trash in an effort to hide it. No one noticed that either.

By the time she entered high school, she considered herself an expert at drinking. She knew which alcohols were the easiest to mix. She knew which bottles would be noticed if they went missing (only the wines). She could forge her mother’s signature to get out of class when the afternoon looked a little too long. She could even mimic the housekeeper’s accent when the school called to confirm that she was out on an excused absence. In a fit of inspiration, she had substituted her number for her mother’s on all her school forms. That move had paid dividends over the years.

Every weekend she either had a party or went to a party. She didn’t see that as a problem. Drinking socially was fine. Maybe a little questionable at 15, but fine. The drinking that she secretly knew was wrong but continued anyway was the kind where she added gin to bottles of sparkling water and drank it throughout the day. It stung the back of her throat but she came to associate that feeling with a pleasant detachment. She could ignore her mother’s criticisms with the buzz of gin in her ears. She could ignore how lonely she felt when wrapped up in the warmth of the friendly bubbles.

She went through high school becoming more and more attached to alcohol. There were other things to try, different drugs filtered through the prep school community. She didn’t mind them but she always returned to drinking. Drinking was familiar. Drinking made her comfortable. She didn’t see any reason to mess with a good thing. She never noticed how her mood swung in tandem with her access to alcohol. She never noticed how she drank more after fighting with her mother. For her, drinking and feelings were separate. Feelings were messy and embarrassing. Drinking conquered feelings and she wanted nothing more than to conquer those permanently.

~~~

By the time she met Aaron Hotchner, she couldn't remember the last time she went more than a few days without a drink. Sobriety was a state to escape from. Sobriety meant clear thoughts and clear thoughts meant the harsh, criticizing voice in her mind reminding her of all her failures. Better to drown than to listen to that. Her grades might have been slipping but she’d have to feel to care and she was in the business of not feeling. Meeting someone else so deeply committed to avoiding their feelings was a gift from the universe.

She liked that he was smart and she liked how his face looked when he was surprised. She liked it when he frowned at her because even displeased she could tell that he enjoyed spending time with her. She couldn’t name a single other person who genuinely enjoyed her company. She had never had any close friends. People she partied with, certainly. It was easy to be popular with a rich, absent mother and no curfew. But none of those people had cared about her as a person, nor had she cared about them. They were all just using each other to satisfy their own needs.

He was different. He asked her questions and listened to her answers. Sometimes he was incredulous at her responses and sometimes she embellished her stories just to watch him get worked up at the idea of taking the embassy jet to Norway for her 13th birthday (she flew commercial) or hiring a full-time zookeeper for her spotted genets (she had to pay the housekeeper’s nephew to feed her cat when they went out of town).

When he first suggested that she might want to drink less she laughed at him and finished the bottle of wine she had been drinking from. When she turned up hungover to class the next morning he didn't say anything but she was annoyed with him as if he did. He didn't tell her she was wrong for drinking but he gave her tired looks when she talked about Margarita Monday or Thirsty Thursday. He never accepted the drinks she offered him. Just shook his head and when she pressed him about it he told her alcohol made him sleepy.

He only got angry about her drinking one time. She had convinced him to come over after a party. Her roommate was out of town for the weekend and she didn’t feel like being alone yet. While she was waiting for him she found some leftover booze and mixed it with whatever pink juice was living in their mini fridge. When he got there she kept trying to push the cup up to his mouth. He brushed her off and she ended up dropping it and spilling it on the both of them.

“Now look what you did, idiot!” She reached up to jab him playfully in the forehead. He moved fast, grabbing her wrist and holding it to the side. Reflexively she tried to swat at him with her other hand but he grabbed that easily as well.

“Stop it.”

His voice was low and dangerous. Her vision swam as she tried to focus on him. His dark eyes burned and she felt like maybe she shouldn’t be standing so close. She backed up and had to tug a little before he released her. They stared at each other. He tried to regain control of his temper, fingers curled tightly into his palms. He shouldn’t have grabbed her but touching his face like that was a step past what he could tolerate. She was always loose with her contact, even more so when she was drinking. She didn’t know how it put him on edge because he would never tell her, would never admit to that weakness. She might have noticed on her own but it never crossed her mind that it was a problem. She just thought he was a bit stiff and needed some affectionate rough housing from time to time. Still angry, he bit back the cruel words he knew would damage their friendship. Words they both had heard directed at them before: reckless, immature, hopeless. She was watching carefully as he struggled with himself. She’d never felt unsafe with him but this moment had made her very aware their relative sizes. She waited for him to say something else.

He sighed. “Where are your paper towels?”

She had completely forgotten about the spill. She shook her head, thoroughly sobered. “I’ll clean it up.”

Normally he would argue with her, insist on helping, but the sickly sweet smell of whatever horrid drink she’d mixed was making him nauseous. He decided the best move was to call it a night and muttered that he’d see her tomorrow as he stepped around the mess and out the door.

~~~

Like most people, she was clumsy when she drank. Unlike most people, she seemed to take a sick pride in the bumps and bruises she acquired while stumbling around. It had always fascinated her to watch how her body was able to heal itself. To watch bruises darken and then fade. To study scabs as they formed over scraped knees and the shiny, pink skin that developed underneath. She got an even bigger kick out of it when she discovered Hotch’s tight-lipped disapproval of this behavior. Sometimes she would send him photo updates of particularly gruesome wounds.

“Emily!” he shouted indignantly after her latest upload, a burn from the hot plate courtesy of late-night grilled cheese.

“Shhh! We’re in the library!”

“We’re in a study room! You should be studying!”

“I am,” she said, innocently.

“You know what I mean. Please, please, for the love of god, stop sending me pictures of scabs.”

“Well, I guess if you don’t care about me…”

He threw his hands in the air and kicked back from the table. “I’m getting coffee.” She looked up at him hopefully. “No, I won’t get you any.”

She pouted but when he returned he was carrying two cups as well as some Neosporin and bandaids. She reached for the cup but he pulled it back.

“You have to let me deal with that first.” He nodded at her arm.

She looked at the bandaids distastefully.

“I don’t want to have to look at that shit anymore today,” he said firmly.

“Fine,” she muttered, watching as he set her coffee just out of reach. She was a cooperative patient and he worked quickly.

“What the hell? Why did you put like six bandaids on me?”

“Because you’re just going to peel them off and I want to have at least a few hours without having to be exposed to your organs,” he said cheerfully as he pushed her coffee towards her and swept up the paper litter.

She smiled as she sipped her coffee and waited until they left the library before removing the offending bandages.

~~~

They had been going back and forth about her drinking for several months. She had promised to stop drinking on weekdays if he would come out with her occasionally. She was able to keep her promise for the most part. She believed there were exceptions to everything and was sure to find at least a few instances where she justified a drink or two. He would get annoyed but not angry because he knew she was trying. That wasn’t what caused the problem.

It happened partway through the winter quarter. They had just turned in important papers for their history class. Hotch wanted to start studying for the econ midterm coming up but Emily, already in a bad mood, wanted to be done for the day.

“Please, can you just chill for once in your life?” she begged, leaning her head back and staring at the ceiling. She was draped across one of the lounge chairs, legs up on one side, arms thrown over her head.

He shook his head. “This is important to me.”

“Oh, and it’s not important to me?” she bit back. She shifted so she was sitting up, feet on the floor, glaring at him.

“Sorry Em, I didn’t mean it like that.” He frowned, not sure why she was having such a big reaction.

“I just can’t with you, Hotchner. I can’t fucking win.”

“What are you talking about?”

Instead of answering she got up and left the room. They had been sitting in the common room of his dorm. It was generally quiet at that time of day since most of his neighbors were athletes and had practice in the afternoons.

He waited for her to come back. He was learning that was something people did. He still didn’t fully understand it but apparently some people were able to get mad and then get over it without any major consequences. When she didn’t reappear, he shrugged and opened his laptop to start working.

She stalked angrily down the hallway, heading for her room. Halfway there she realized she forgot her bag but didn’t turn around. She wasn’t ready to see Hotch yet with his stupid apologetic face and his stupid understanding eyes. Why had she let him convince her to try? In the fall she had been checked out and could blame her abysmal grades on that lack of effort. Now she was going to get her grades back and see that she was in fact not as smart as she thought. Everyone would see it. Hotch would see it.

She had always gotten good grades growing up. Partly because she was intelligent but partly because high school wasn’t that demanding intellectually. She could skate by on a minimal amount of effort and charm her way into enough extra credit to keep her grades high. She’d only cared about grades in that she didn’t want her mother looking too closely at her school reports. A’s kept her free to misbehave as she pleased. College was turning out to be different.

It felt bad to put significant effort into something only to get lukewarm results. It felt like she was confirming her deepest fear—she really wasn’t exceptional at anything. She was so afraid and she hated it. And Emily had exactly one coping mechanism for fear—drown it. She’d left her phone in her bag too but she didn’t need that to find a party. She knew exactly where she could go for free alcohol and loud music and strangers she didn’t have to worry would find out how stupid and worthless she really was. She went to her room to change.

A couple hours later she walked up to a frat house, hair freshly washed and straightened, dark make up matching her black bodysuit. There were people spilled all over the lawn. Several tables of beer pong were set up. A kiddie pool filled with melting ice and piles of canned beer occupied the walkway. She smiled. She could always count on people to be drinking at a frat house. She saw a guy she met in the fall at one of the tables and headed in that direction. When he saw her it was obvious he didn’t recognize her but he smiled anyway. It was easy to make friends at a frat house when you looked like Emily Prentiss. She accepted the offered ping pong ball and easily made her first shot. Someone handed her a beer. As she sipped it she finally felt like she wasn’t fighting with herself. This was familiar territory. This was where she belonged.

The afternoon quickly became evening and the party moved inside. The music was loud and insistent. She felt lightheaded—she hadn’t eaten since that morning which was probably a mistake. But she was already mostly drunk and the thought floated away quickly. She took the red plastic cup being passed to her without asking what was in it. It was sweet and orange and much tastier than the beer she’d been drinking. The guy from before, she thought his name was Steven, was leading her towards the courtyard dance floor. He guided her with a hand on her back, bare skin exposed by the low-cut. She loved dancing and didn't notice anything unusual when her head started to swim. That was the feeling she had been looking for wasn’t it?

Things started to get patchy. She thought time had passed but she wasn’t sure how much. She was being led up a staircase but she wasn’t sure if the hand she was holding was Steven’s or someone different. She thought his hair had been brown but maybe it was just dark blonde. It didn’t feel particularly urgent to find out.

She was being pressed against a doorway, hands on her waist, a mouth covering her mouth. It was a kiss. She liked kissing so she kissed back. She tried to open her eyes to see who it was she was kissing but it was dark and her eyes wouldn’t focus. Suddenly there was nothing solid behind her and she fell backwards.

“Woah there!” A hand caught her arm at the last moment and pulled her to a wobbling upright position. “Careful.”

She didn't recognize the voice though it felt a little familiar. She didn’t like this room they were in. It was too dark. She could barely hear the music. She tried to push past the voice, speaking but not hearing anything coherent.

“Hang on, not so fast.” The voice was between her and the door and was very solid. The little light that had illuminated the room disappeared when he shut the door. Why did he shut the door?

“letmego.” It came out as all one word but she was happy with it. She was sure he would understand what she wanted. Instead she heard a laugh. It’s not a nice laugh like when Hotch was listening to her spinning tall tales and laughingly told her she was ridiculous. She wondered where Hotch was. He was her favorite person, why wasn’t he here with her now?

The person moved closer and she knew he was laughing at her. Fear burned through her and she screamed at her body to react. But everything felt slow and sticky. She swung at him but missed. She tried again and he caught her arms. She twisted violently, panic stealing her breath. Roughly, he pushed her backwards and she stumbled only to land on something soft. It was a mattress and it smelled. It smelled like beer and cigarettes and vomit. She kicked at him but it did nothing to stop his advance.

“Shhh. Just be good now.”

She cried. She couldn’t help it. She was so confused about how she got here, about where here even was. She tried to fight back but her thoughts were muddy and everything felt so heavy.

“nononostop,” she screamed but she could barely hear herself.

It was over quickly. Or maybe not quickly. Her sense of time shrank and expanded with each breath. All she knew was at some point she found herself alone. The door hadn’t closed all the way so she could see a little light coming in. She stared at it from her place on the bed, blinking slowly, trying to gather enough thought-power to figure out the next step. Something was wrong, she knew it. This wasn’t her bed or even her dorm building. She needed to find Hotch. He could fix everything. She didn’t think she was injured but it was so hard to move. She rolled to her side and ended up falling off the bed completely. She wasted several moments trying to catch her breath. The impact helped shake off some of the heaviness in her mind and she was able to push herself up off the ground. She found that she was only half dressed and, while she wasn’t completely sure why that was, a sob escaped her as she pulled the straps back up. She lost a shoe and it was too dark and complicated to find it so she kicked the other one off instead. She stumbled to the doorway and leaned against it briefly, making one last effort to collect herself before heading out into the world. This walk wasn’t going to be easy.

In a frat house full of drunk people, one drunk and disheveled girl wasn’t noteworthy. She wasn’t even the only person shoeless at that point. No one stopped to ask her if she was ok. No one questioned when she walked out into the night alone and clearly unwell. She focused all her energy on making it back to the dorm and to Hotch. The walk was about half a mile back through the city streets immediately surrounding campus. She tripped and fell more than once, skinning her palms and ripping holse in her pants. Only one person asked if she needed help, concerned by her lack of footwear. She waved them off, slurring that she was going home. The good Samaritan shrugged and headed off in the opposite direction. If a person insisted on helping every drunk college kid who thought they could handle themselves better than they could, they’d never make it home.

She did make it back and thanked whoever might be listening that her keycard was still in her pocket. She hadn’t considered it until the very moment she needed it. She got into the elevator with only one destination in mind. She had no idea what time it was or if he was mad at her and that was why she was alone but she is going to find Aaron Hotchner and let him deal with whatever this mess was she had made.

She knocked and knocked again when he didn’t answer.

“Hotch!” Her voice was hoarse and not very loud. She raised her hand to bang on the door again when it opened. He stood in the doorway, hair sticking up from sleep, blinking at her. He looked irritated and she wasn’t sure what she did wrong but she’s willing to atone for it. She held up her hands, trying to sort out her words.

“Hotch, I—“

“Go to bed, Emily.” He sounded tired more than anything else. He had answered this late night knock many times and tonight he didn’t want to play along. He didn’t want to deal with her drunk affections, he didn’t want to make her the snack she insisted she deserved, he didn’t want to make sure to switch out her pilfered beers with waters for the next couple hours. He just wanted to sleep and deal with this disappointment tomorrow. He turned away and she started to follow him but he just grabbed her backpack from his desk chair. He pushed it into her arms, propelling her back through the door.

“Go to bed,” he repeated. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

With that he closed the door, quietly but firmly. She knew he wouldn’t answer if she knocked again. She hugged her bag to her chest. Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. But if Hotch wouldn’t help her, it must have been her fault. She stumbled down the hall to her room. She didn’t want to lay down in the dark. Just the thought of doing that made her heart race. She felt dirty so she went to the bathroom to take a shower. After she turned on the water she looked at herself in the mirror. She didn’t blame Hotch for sending her away. She was a mess. She wouldn’t want to deal with her either.

She was far too tired to take her clothes off. The adrenaline that got her home had faded and everything was beginning to hurt. She climbed into the shower fully dressed and sank down to the floor. With her knees pulled up to her chest she pressed her face into the bend of her elbow. She chewed on the skin around her fingers, finding it as comforting now as when she first discovered it. But the comfort was not enough and she found herself crying without knowing the exact reasons why. She cried until the water turned cold and then for awhile after that. Finally, worried that someone would find her, she cut the water off and got out. Shedding the wet bodysuit, she threw it in the trash before wrapping up in her towel. It was all she could do to make it into her bed. As she laid down she saw the sky was getting lighter and she felt relieved that at least she wouldn’t have to be in the dark now.

~Part 2~

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