#my brother used to tease me mercilessly about it and tell me if i liked jeremy wade so much i should marry him lol

[valtsv]

sometimes i see the complete river monsters collection dvd on my bookshelf and remember that my earliest serious hyperfixation was this extreme fishing show about a guy who went around chasing stories of giant murder fish. i was absolutely obsessed with catching every episode, i begged my dad to take me fishing even though he didn't fish and said i would just be bored and scare all the animals away, wanted to be a marine biologist for years just so i'd have a chance of meeting The River Monsters Guy, was completely unbearable to be around whenever i got a chance to visit an aquarium, and even sent an email to jeremy wade on the family computer once telling him what a big fan of his show i was. he didn't answer because i'm sure he was busy having a life and got a lot of emails but i think it's so funny that the target audience for this show was like. middle-aged dads who spend their weekends camping on the bank and one weird 12 year old.

[oh-meretseger]

part 4 - Tease

attack on titan modern college au // Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

summary: the sexual frustration between you gets to its peak when your first kiss happens (🥹), starting a game of brutal teasing on both sides

notes: 18+! although not so much of a smut (some public touching and groping, making out hehe), mainly fluff, some cute moments before posting some disgustingly dirty smut in the next chapter lmao

word count: 4,6k

"Sasha, stop calling me pookie bear or I'm going ballistic" Jean calmly blinked in her direction after setting the empty box of pad thai down. Sasha was already on her third portion, mercilessly stuffing her face full like she's been starving for a week.

"But you're my pookie bear, what do you mean?" Sasha's jaw stopped chewing, stunned for a moment by hearing such astonishing nonsense, as she stared back at Jean. She notoriously got addicted to every single silly nickname she made up for her friends, and used it uncontrollably until she discovered a new one.

Jean let out an exhausted sigh, but still leaned back on his bed with a chuckle as he shook his head.

"And what about me?" Connie complained loudly from the other bed with a mouth full of noodles. None of the three were giving any more fucks about the movie playing on Connie's notebook in the background.

"You're my pookie pie"

"Yeah, I like pie" Connie shrugged, giving his blessing as Sasha nodded diligently.

"I know"

"Yeah, but I'm not a bear, so how does that work?" Jean huffed, holding back a smile at how Sasha's expression instantly turned outraged, just like he guessed.

"You are!" Sasha snapped at him and Jean laughed out loud. "You're a big ass hairy animal, but still cute and huggable"

"Ah right, thanks" Jean's ironic tone did not faze her in the slightest.

"I'm deeply sorry bro, but I wouldn't say you're cute, at all" Connie's eyes were back on the movie, although his attention was fully on the brilliant, highly knowledgeable conversation in the background.

"Y/N thinks you are" Sasha shrugged carelessly while ruthlessly devouring her last bites of dinner, and Jean's heart started pounding in his chest all of a sudden.

He cleared his throat to avoid choking on his own saliva, and tried to reply just as casually as Sasha spit out this small little information.

"What do you mean?" Jean couldn't believe how flustered he became by simply hearing your name. He didn't like it. The hell is his heart beating so fast for?

"She has the biggest crush on you, don't tell me you didn't notice" Sasha giggled to herself at Jean's honest, dumb expression. She found you two idiots adorable, pretending you didn't absolutely have the hots for each other.

"The hell are you on? They're at each other's throats all the fucking time" Connie turned his head at hearing such nonsensical gibberish.

"I truly feel sorry for you men sometimes" Sasha blinked at two of the most imbecile faces she's ever seen. "Are you really that slow?! Why in tarnation do you think I left you two alone?"

Jean felt heat spread through his body as images of you popped up in his memory, your warm body against his, teeth sunk into his skin...

"They fucked?!" Connie yelled out in shock and Jean couldn't help cracking up at how serious he sounded.

"Not YET" Sasha looked at Connie with a nod of true wisdom as Jean huffed in disapproval. Although deep inside, a feeling of excitement started to make him tingle.

"Shut your silly mouth, Sasha" Jean snapped at her, holding back a smile trying to climb up on his face all the way from his heart. "You've been acting a fool since you started latching onto that canteen guy"

"My brother in Christ, you're in denial" Sasha gave up. She already knew you were bound to be together anyway. "And I've always been silly, Niccolo just brings out the best in me"

"I love that guy, he makes the best risottos" Connie agreed in his own way, still pretending to watch the movie.

"He cooks me his secret special meals" she added, her eyes literally sparkling with pure bliss as she said those words, and Jean rolled his eyes. "I'm bringing him to your party, Consuelo"

"That's literally not my name" Connie stated, not even moving his eyes from the screen in front of him.

"Okay, Conrad"

"I'm texting Marco to come" Jean grabbed his phone, verbalizing his actions as both Sasha and Connie turned their head in excitement.

"Yesss, I miss Marco!"

You were rather anxious about this party. Connie's parents lived close to the campus, and the group of people Connie invited over to their house sounded fun when Sasha listed them all to you in detail. But still, there was something unnerving about a night of careless fun, coming out of your little shell and letting yourself go in front of such new people, in front of Jean.

"C'mon, we're gonna have an amazing time!" Sasha encouraged you after seeing a small anxious frown form on your face.

"I know, it's always an amazing time with you guys" you smiled, your heart pounding hard at the thought of seeing Jean at the party. "But what should I wear?"

"POOKIE, let me help you with that" Sasha jumped up from your bed and shot straight to your closet, as you watched her with an entertained grin.

You walked down the hallway on the way to your afternoon class, Friday leaving a freeing bliss in your chest as you listened to your playlist. The always busy corridor was now almost empty, everyone having left the stress of weekdays behind to finally enjoy their free time. Anxiety turned into a small glimpse of excitement in your stomach the past few days, and you couldn't wait for it to be tomorrow night.

Your headphones suddenly flying off of your head jerked you out of being in your own thoughts, and before you could even react, a strong hand grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a narrow passageway with an overwhelming force.

Your body crashed into a much larger frame, and a familiar sense of warmth flowed through you as Jean's smell hit your nose before you could even get a look at your kidnapper.

"Hey! Give it back!" your hand shot towards his immediately, but of course with one movement of his arm your headphones were instantly removed far from your reach, as he held it up above his head. A grin grew on his face as he looked down at you, his other hand still squeezing your wrist, and once again, you felt your cheeks get warm under his intense stare. That stupid cocky grin of his...

"D'you think I should?" Jean's voice was smooth and low, enough to make your mind go hazy. You couldn't believe how fast it all could get too much. His intoxicating scent, the warmth of his body as he towered over you, his fingers' touch on your skin, his voice and beautiful hazel eyes melting you into a puddle...

You felt weak.

"Can you stop doing that? My arm is getting all bruised up from you pulling on it" you sneered up at him, not even trying to get further away as your bodies pressed into each other. Jean's eyes slipped down to your plump lips as you mockingly smirked. "And kidnapping me"

"Kidnapping you? You could definitely not move your little hands around like that, if I were to kidnap you" Jean's raised hand inched lower and lower to slowly put your headphones around your neck as your eyes desperately pierced into his. You felt yourself melt into him, his look deliberately making you go soft and mindless, as his delicious-looking lips were so dangerously close to you...

As Jean's other hand became free, it slid down on the sleeve of your hoodie to grab your other wrist. The hard grip of his hands restraining yours was enough to make you soaking wet.

And that strangely made your confidence bounce right back.

"Why are you stalking me anyway?" you stared into his eyes with a self-assured smile slightly curving your lips.

Jean felt blood rush right to his crotch at the devilish sparkle in your eyes, almost visibly turning dark as you looked up at him. What a naughty girl.

Although weakness was palpable in the air between both of you. You both knew you would fold the moment your hips pressed into each other just a tad bit more.

Jean's hands gripping your wrists moved them behind your back with a swift motion.

"Don't think so highly of yourself, Miss Important" he smiled and you felt yourself blushing again as his arms pulled your body more into his, cuffing your hands behind you. Being controlled by Jean's big arms felt... Heavenly. "You want me to stalk you, don't you?"

"Unlike yourself, I'm not a pervert, dumbass" you let the magic word slip from between your lips, and warmth filled your chest as Jean cracked up. You felt like you could stay in his embrace forever, looking at his handsome face and beautiful smile endlessly... If your pussy didn't ache from the tension of being restrained by his tall frame. "You're lucky you have such pretty eyes, otherwise I would be kneeling on your back right now"

Your obvious joke of physically overcoming him flew right over his head as your words of praise reached his ears - and a slight tint of pink immediately dusted his cheeks. From ear to ear.

You couldn't believe your eyes.

"Jean" your smile grew into the widest grin as the rarest species on planet Earth, flustered Jean hesitated momentarily, looking into your eyes. "Are you-"

You stopped your own words. Instantly wanting to tease him was like a natural instinct, but in a matter of moments, your urge to deepen that adorable blush on his face became overwhelming. You wanted him to know how much your lips desired his at that very moment. You wanted to make him feel good, you wanted to feel good.

Jean felt your body rise onto tiptoes under his arms as your heels parted from the ground and in a second, your face reached his, your lips connecting in a soft kiss.

You immediately melted at feeling each other's lips, sensitive nerves making your hungry minds explode with pleasure. Jean felt all tension leave your body, and let go of one of your wrists to catch you from collapsing. You literally felt your knees give out. Jean's arm felt so strong as it snaked around your waist, you barely audibly whimpered into the kiss - and Jean felt himself grow hard at the sweet sound.

"Mmph y- your lips feel so good" you mumbled against his soft lips and Jean was seeing stars. He never imagined your honeylike voice to be able to make him crumble even more in real life, than on the phone the other day. Your body so hot against his, the touch of your lips so plump and sweet on his, your scent making him feel like he was drunk out of his mind.

Jean let out a quiet moan as your tongue danced along his lower lip, then slipped into his mouth eagerly. Immediately after you granted access, his tongue answered, sliding against yours, and you felt warmth flooding your pussy at the wet sounds you two were making. Jean's one hand gripping your wrist, the other one slowly sliding on the side of your waist, finding its way under your hoodie, making contact with the sensitive skin close to your breast...

It all felt so filthy, you were turned on beyond belief.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” Jean grunted quietly after your lips parted, looking into your big, pleading eyes, but you already missed their warmth, so you softly pressed your lips back to his.

“What?” you whispered against him, your eyelids low from the heavenly feeling, and you felt Jean’s lips curve into a smile.

“You make me want to rip this off of you, right here, right now” Jean pulled on the sleeve of your hoodie, then with that same motion he grabbed your hand, removing it from its comfortable place on the side of his neck. You quietly whimpered as you felt one of his large hands gripping both of your wrists behind your back, his now free hand starting to slowly roam over your clothes. “You seem like the type of bad girl that likes the danger of getting caught”

“And you seem like the type to talk big, but do nothing” you knew exactly how bratty you sounded trying to tease Jean, but you also knew he had complete control over you. Your words were snarky, but your eyes blinked up at him with desperation, cheeks flushed with arousal.

Jean let out a chuckle.

“Yeah, you’re right” he smiled, but a sinful light flashed in his hazel eyes. Oh, you’re in for it. His free hand skimmed down to the brim of your hoodie, lifting it to expose the jeans tight on your butt. You unintentionally let out a sigh as his fingers gripped into the fabric and he started groping your ass without any shame. “I wouldn’t have the balls to touch you like that”

You felt wetness soaking through your panties at his firm touch, his breath hot on your ear as he looked at his own hand’s movements over your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t dare to pull these down” the groping stopped as a long finger creeped under the waist of your jeans, sending chills up your spine as he lightly dragged his fingertip along your skin. “What would we do if someone caught you with pants around your knees, moaning like a whore?”

“Jean” you quietly whined his name, losing your mind as his palm slid up your waist, over that stupid hoodie preventing his skin from touching yours.

“Getting desperate, are we?” he spoke softly, his hand stopping right at the underwire of your bra. Jean’s fingers moved carefully around the curve of your clothed tits, earning another whimper from you as you felt your pussy clench around nothing. “How outrageous would it be to grope your naked tits…”

You wanted him to grab them, feel the soft tissue with his hand, but Jean’s thumb just gently brushed over your nipple getting hard under the multiple layers of clothes.

“Or to take them into my mouth… Suck on them” Jean felt like all the blood in his body rushed to his groin as he pressed his thumb into the plush of your breast. Feeling you against himself, watching your eyes close in pleasure and your pretty swollen lips form an O made it extremely painful to hold his composure. Your flushed cheeks made him want to press you against the wall and do exactly what he just described. “A coward like me wouldn’t wanna get caught licking you, fingers buried in your wet little hole”

Jean felt his hard cock twitch in his pants as you pressed your hips even harder into him, desperate to feel his growing erection. His hand slid onto your delicate neck, fingers gently pushing into the sides.

“Holy-“ you mumbled, your head falling back as Jean leaned closer, his scruff scratching the sensitive skin as he earned access to your neck. His lips grazed over your skin, sending tingles down your body, and he deeply inhaled your sweet scent...

Then everything got cruelly ripped away from you in a matter of seconds.

“See ya tomorrow, smartass” you heard Jean’s voice and your eyes shot open, only to be met with his self-assured, cocky grin. He let go of your wrists and your neck, hands sliding into the pockets of his denim jacket while he stepped back, depriving you of the blissful heat of his body.

Jean felt so satisfied, so pleased with himself. You stood there for a moment, left utterly confused, your big eyes still eager, blinking towards him, swollen lips parted as if you wanted to say something, but the feeling of surprise made you catch your breath. You were so adorable, he had to hold back a chuckle.

He liked how confident sexual tension seemed to make you, but he just couldn’t help himself teasing you, making you go weak under his control.

“Je-“ a fragile little sound tried to break through the shock gripping your throat, but Jean’s reply cut you off as he turned his back to you, simply walking away.

“Tomorrow!”

You just stood there, astounded, your heart still racing, warmth filling your cheeks and panties damp from your wetness. Jean’s grip still burned the skin on your wrists and neck like a phantom. Your mind was so confused, you couldn’t even be mad at the man arrongantly strolling away from you like this was the most entertaining walk of his life.

And you completely forgot about the afternoon class you were originally headed to.

Frustration quickly turned into confidence as you stood in front of the mirror in your dorm after your little ice cream date with Sasha, getting ready for the party. It was a rare occasion, so you let your hair down, to Sasha’s biggest delight.

"You look sooo good, dear lord!" she exclaimed with an enthusiastic smile, encouraging you to do a little spin and she howled like a wolf.

"C'mon, it's not that special" you laughed at her excessive reaction. "But you do look breathtaking in that dress, emerald suits you"

"You think so?" Sasha looked down at herself, hands soothing the thin fabric. It was quite short, sleeves off the shoulders, showing off her delicate, pale skin. She truly looked beautiful.

"Niccolo's gonna pee his pants seeing you" you nodded and Sasha cracked up.

"He better pee his pants" she slipped her arms into her bolero. "And Jean better jizz his pants, to be honest"

"Sasha!" you chuckled as you shook your head, trying to shake off the thought of Jean orgasming, in any way, before your blushing could give any awkward feelings away. Sasha jumped to you and leaned over to pull your dress in all the right places to make it look even better. It was black and tight, its length ending right above your knees, but a longer slit letting one of your thighs be seen.

"What? You're a goddess, you better start believing that" Sasha threw her oversized leather jacket on your shoulders. "C'mon, grab your phone, let's go"

Connie's parents must be delighted to let a bunch of kids trash their house, you thought, as Sasha closed the door of your Uber and caught up to you waiting on the pavement. It seemed like a nice and quiet neighborhood, now muffled thuds breaking the silence of the street as you heard the bass of the music coming from inside.

"Bruh, Cornelius told me he invited twenty people at max" Sasha noted as you walked past a few unfamiliar faces sitting on the stairs of the front porch, drinking and cackling loudly. She swung the front door open like she owned the place, and the brutal noise hit you in your chest.

"Who the hell is Cornelius?" you asked with an amused laugh, but Sasha couldn't hear you anymore, the sound of loud music, people shouting, laughing and just generally being intoxicated deafening both of you. Sasha grabbed your hand, pulling you through the crowd.

Bumping into a bunch of strangers in a dimly lit room and loud noise overwhelming your senses was not how you imagined Connie's "friendly get together" to go.

"There he is" Sasha let go of your hand as you reached the kitchen, the lights brighter and the noise slightly less disturbing than in the crowded living room. You leaned against the doorframe where Sasha left you as you watched Sasha punch Connie's arm without a word being spoken between them.

"AARGH, are you out of your mind?" Connie jumped back from the open fridge in shock, his hand shooting towards the painful shoulder.

"You told me it was gonna be a small party! How are we supposed to order pizza for so many people?" Sasha yelled at him, absolutely infuriated about the food situation.

Non-existant food situation, may we add.

"Why should we order pizza for everyone?! I don't even know them, who cares?" Connie yelled back at her, grabbing a bottle of beer from the fridge. "Did you come over to ask brainless questions, or will you let me have a fucking break?"

"Hi Y/n!" you suddenly heard your name from behind and your head snapped towards the familiar voice. You were met with Berthold's smile and his usual peaceful expression, not even minding Sasha and Connie killing each other in the background.

"Hi Bert" you smiled back, happy to see him. You rarely got to talk to him at the one single class you had together. "How are you?"

"Uh, good thanks, barely holding on inside this hell of a house" he replied and you chuckled, perfectly understanding his struggle with crowded, loud places.

"You're telling me! I feel like exploding and we just arrived" you shook your head. "Where's Annie?"

"We're sitting outside on the patio, you should join us. It's a lot more quiet out there" he suggested as a large hand slapped on his shoulder. You looked up at the tall man appearing next to Bert, broad shoulders towering over you, fingers running through his blonde hair, bright eyes and a charming smile glistening towards you. "This is my friend, Reiner, by the way. I don't think you've met"

"Nice to meet you, Reiner" you nodded with a friendly smile and he accepted your hand reaching towards him, shaking it gently.

"The pleasure's mine, Y/n" Reiner softly returned your smile, and you started to feel flustered at the intense eye contact. "How come I've never seen you around campus?"

"She's pretty lame, looks like a grey little mouse most of the time" an unmistakable voice appeared next to you, and you turned to Jean sticking out your  tongue in an instant. Bert rolled his eyes with a laugh and went over to the fridge, probably getting the drinks he originally came there for.

"Who asked the blockhead?" you snapped back as Jean stopped close to you, one arm pressing to yours, grinning down at you.

Your heart secretly started racing just by seeing him.

"Dunno man, looks like a gorgeous mouse to me" Reiner said winking at you, then turned and went to join Bert pondering in front of the open fridge. Warmth spread on your face as you watched Reiner grab a beer, and you deliberately avoided looking at Jean. "You want one, Jeanbo?"

"Nah, I'm good, thanks" Jean replied casually, but clenched his teeth as he looked down at your face, blushed from his compliment. The hell are you blushing for? Is this buff jock what you're into? Reiner, really?

Jean's jaw relaxed at the thought of how you'd probably clown him for being jealous. Jealous, good lord... It was like you sensed his eyes stuck on you, you raised your face to look at him with those big, sparkling eyes.

How could he not be jealous?

"Big man's not wrong" Jean said softly, so only you could hear, his eyes glancing over your outfit, then back to your face, and you felt your cheeks burn under his look. "You look beautiful"

Your heart fluttered at his words and you couldn't help the smile instantly widening on your face. You turned your whole body towards Jean and felt your stomach flip at how his hazel eyes glistened right back at you with a warm smile.

"You look pretty handsome yourself" you grinned, moving to hold both of his hands. Jean's heart fluttered to the same rhythm yours did as the sight of your pretty smile and the touch of your fingers combined started to make him melt. "This shirt looks so good on you"

Your fingers ran along the collar of his dark button-up shirt, the fabric soft, comfy and smelling of his delicious scent.

"Don't try to make me blush, you little rat" he grunted with a low voice, making you laugh out loud, and he lifted his hands to grab both sides of your face, long fingers reaching into your hair at the nape of your neck. Tingles ran down your spine as your arms moved automatically to hug his waist as he stood so close to you. "Where are your glasses, smartass?"

"I'm wearing contacts" you blinked up at him as he stroked a few strands of your hair to tug them behind your ears.

Your stomach doing a backflip once again.

"I like the glasses" he brushed his thumb over your cheek, then looked back to your eyes, making your body burn with the familiar sense of warmth. "But you look pretty regardless"

You swallowed your reply as Jean's eyes shot to your lips. So plump and invitingly glistening with gloss. He wanted to kiss you so much.

"I like the earrings, too" Jean swiftly shifted his eyes to the little silver figures dangling from your ears. He  thought they wonderfully emphasized your delicate little neck.

"Thanks, they're ladybugs" you grinned and Jean chuckled.

"Are they your little magical ladybugs? I knew you were a witch" he watched with a smirk as you bursted into laughing. He also noticed the shimmery eyeshadow on your eyelids, and how the makeup and your jewellery complimented your look so well. Although he knew exactly how gorgeous you were without them.

"You're very attentive tonight, Jeanbo" you sneered at him and Jean rolled his eyes at your smug smile. He hated that nickname.

"He's my teammate, your ass is not allowed to use that name"

"Will I be allowed if I start beating you with a stick as well?" your smile widened at making Jean crack up.

"The hell do you think we do while playing hockey?" he laughed, one of his hands moving to grab your chin. "It's not just beating each other with sticks, believe it or not"

"Sure" you borderline didn't even know what you were talking about. Not even having a sip of alcohol yet, you smiled up at Jean drunkenly, intoxicated by how good he felt to all of your senses at that moment.

Sasha's loud sounds of excitement snapped you both out of your own little world.

"WHAT, they're filled with cherry cream?!" she covered her mouth with a hand, in a state of complete shock as Niccolo held out a tray of cupcakes in front of her.

Niccolo nodded with an enthusiastic smile in your direction, and you waved at him with an amused chuckle as Jean let go of you and walked over to them. You've already met Niccolo countless times, but you could never get enough of their emotion-filled interactions with Sasha - strong emotions about food, mostly.

"Hey!" Connie yelped as Sasha slapped his hand trying to steal from the dessert. "This is my house, give me a cupcake!"

"It's your father's house, Constance" Sasha stated seriously, and you bursted out laughing as Connie's low-lidded stare met your eyes. He was so tired of the names.

"Are you pulling these names out of your ass?"

"I'm pulling the cupcake out of your ass, if you dare to steal any of- HEY!" Sasha practically jumped on Connie's back as he rapidly grabbed one of them from the tray, trying to get away and stuff it into his mouth before Sasha could stop him.

A few people, unfamiliar with this otherwise very usual situation, quickly left the kitchen before they found themselves in the middle of a physical altercation, and you and Jean were in absolute hysterics.

"Eat it then, you fucking piece of pie!" Sasha shouted at Connie, still riding on his back, smearing the cherry cupcake around his face with her palm.

"Uh- Yo-" Connie's desperate attempts of yells were muffled as Niccolo tried to pull Sasha from him with no success. "Y'suff- You'll suffocate me!"

"Ah, feels like I never left town" a voice laughed loudly next to you, and you raised your teary eyes to look at the stranger. The tall, brunette man stepped straight to Jean, throwing an arm around his shoulders as he snatched his head in his direction.

"MARCO!"

[drysdaleknieslee]

Can you do a fluff imagine for connor bedard (not smut only like a make out or something but if so no smut) were reader is the child hood bestie of connor and they realized they have had feelings for each other 😁 you can add on to the story line 💙

Sorry for waiting so long but here's a imagine for Conner! Feel free to send me more in the future (not smut as i'm not comfortable writing him in that way yet)

Hope you enjoy!

WARNING: cuteness overload

Tonight was the NHL Awards in Las Vegas and Connor was a nominee for best rookie. You were more nervous than he was to be frank.

You and Connor have known each other since elementary school. You were always close with his sister too and your parents naturally became as close as you all did. His sister always figured you had a crush on her brother and teased you mercilessly. She never said anything though as you always wanted to tell him yourself, but never had the courage.

You were there for everything. Worlds, his draft, his first NHL game, you name it. He never left you out of anything in his life. This was no different.

You were getting ready in the hotel room along with his sister when you both hear a rap on the door. "Coming!" said Madi mid way through curling her hair.

"We're gonna be late." said a disgruntled Connor from the other side of the door.

"We're doing final touches stop whining." she said opening the door for her brother.

"It's not like your winning-" he started before he stopped. You came out of the bathroom doing the last bit of your make-up to catch Connor staring at you. Not the thoughtless usual look, there was something else behind his eyes. He opened and closed his mouth like he wanted to say something before snapping himself out of it.

"You look...amazing," he whispered.

"What about me?" asked Madi. He just shrugged causing her to hit him with her clutch.

Once you all get to the hall where the awards will be held, you opt to sit at the end but of course Madi just insists that you sit in between her and Connor, meaning you'll most likely be on TV.

Connor wins the award, no suspicion there, and you couldn't be anything but proud as he goes to get his award to start his speech. He's done so much to get here.

"I want to thank my friends and family. If it weren't for you guys I wouldn't be here. And especially..." he pauses and looks at you, " y/n, who comes to every game, texts me before every practice, and is always there for me no matter what."

You start to tear up an try to hide your face before a cameraman catches you.

After the awards ceremony ends and everything had died down, you pull Connor of the the side.

"Why did you say all that up there?"

"Because I meant it. You know I meant it." "I know but...you said it differently than you usually do."

He tilts his head to the side before asking, "do you know how long i've liked you y/n?"

You feel your face get hot and your body get's warm. "I don't know..."

He leans into your ear and whispers, "Since I met you in third grade. And I would like us to leave Vegas with a good memory on top of this."

He glances at your lips and then back at your eyes, asking for permission. You nod your head giving him permission and he gives you the softest kiss, you almost don't feel it. Every thought about possibly doing this will never amount to how amazing it feels and how you two mesh together.

You both pull away a bit breathless. You feel a presence besides you both and turn to see Madi smirking at the both of you.

"What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas."

[fluentmoviequoter]

Opposites

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Pairing: Jim Street x shy/quiet!fem!reader (implied Hondo's sister)

Summary: Hondo finds out you're dating someone, but doesn't expect it to be Jim Street, your total opposite.

Warnings: r is referred to as Hondo's sister but I left this pretty vague (could be half-sister or they just grew up really close!), lots of fluff!

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

A/N: I'm still getting a feel for writing Street, so apologies if he's OOC!

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“Ooh, I know that smile!” Hondo says. “Haven’t seen it since high school, though.”

“Leave me alone,” you demand weakly.

“You talk to your new boy toy like that?”

“Yes.”

Hondo shakes his head as he sits beside you. Growing up together taught Hondo all of your tells. While he will be the first to tease you mercilessly, he is fiercely protective, refusing to let anyone else take advantage of your shyness. Your seemingly sudden and unexplained silences have often been taken as weakness; Hondo has been defending your honor for most of your life.

“So, you’ll admit there is a guy?” Hondo continues.

You tilt your head back against the couch, sighing rather than answering.

“Oh, that’s a yes. It’s been a while, has your type changed since high school?”

“You haven’t.”

“You’re not gonna tell me anything, are you?”

“Nope.”

Sighing, Hondo pats your knee before standing. He has to go to work, and you know he will be thinking about you and your “new boy toy” until he gets answers.

“Hondo,” you call softly. “He’s a good guy, okay? And I’ll introduce you as soon as I’m ready.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“And listen to you use it against me? Yeah, sounds like tons of fun, bro.”

“Against you? What kinda guy you think I am?” Hondo replies, raising a hand to his chest. “I’m just try’na help you.”

Humming, you hope he knows you aren’t buying his protective big brother act. You and he both know that it’s not an act and he has overprotective tendencies.

“As long as he’s good,” Hondo continues, “I’m alright with it. Doesn’t mean I don’t want to meet him when you’re feeling up to it.”

You nod, and Hondo waves over his shoulder as he leaves for work. Pulling your phone out of your pocket, you text your so-called boy toy to have a good day, but you don’t include a warning that Hondo is in one of his investigative (read: nosy) moods today.

✯✯✯✯✯

Walking into SWAT HQ the following morning, you tap Hondo’s wallet against your palm. If you catch him while he’s alone, you’ll tease him about leaving his stuff at home or try to get ransom money, but you doubt that will happen. Hondo is rarely alone, and he seems to enjoy watching you squirm at the attention of his teammates. They’re nice but make you even quieter than usual, which Hondo didn’t think was possible until you visited the first time.

Hicks says your name, smiling as he approaches you. “Hondo’s over by the ring. Good to see you.”

“You too,” you reply quietly.

You hear him before you see him, and your shoulders tense when you hear the number of voices mixing with his. Stopping beside a pillar, you wait until he notices you, unable to interrupt their bickering. Street sees you first, his brows furrowing as he looks you over, ensuring you’re okay. When he sees the wallet in your hand, he rolls his eyes, elbowing Hondo’s side and pointing to you. Street smiles when you tuck the wallet behind your back.

“What’s up?” Hondo asks when he sees you.

“Are you missing something?” you ask, keeping your eyes on him rather than the other men looking at you.

“I don’t think so,” he answers after a moment. “Should I be?”

You shrug, and Street steps back to hide his smile from Hondo.

“What’d you take?” Hondo demands.

“Nothing.”

“Doesn’t sound like nothing. Don’t make me take you into an interrogation room in front of all my lovely friends here.”

You take a short breath at the idea, already shy enough just standing before them.

“Hondo,” Street calls. “Lay off, man.”

“When you get your own shy person, you can decide how much teasing is acceptable, kid.”

Street looks back at you, shrugging as if saying, ‘Hey, I tried.’ You know better than anyone that Hondo can’t be reasoned with.

“So, you’re not missing anything?” you repeat.

“No,” Hondo insists.

You nod, pulling his wallet from behind your back. You take some of his cash and a random gift card from it before tossing it to him.

“Hey,” Hondo warns, holding his hand out for the rest.

“You said you weren’t missing anything, so this isn’t any different,” you argue softly.

“She’s got you there, boss,” Luca comments, leaning against the corner of the boxing ring as he watches the interaction. “But can we get back to work now?”

Hondo looks at you with his brows raised and his jaw set, so you smile and slide the cash into your pocket before waving. After you’re out of sight, you shake your arms, desperate for the comfort of solitude after being on display like that.

Behind you, Street says, “You may call the teasing shots, but she owns you. Can’t blame you for letting her get away with so much, though.”

“What does that even mean, man?” Hondo replies.

“Nothing,” Street answers with a smile. “Now, can we keep sparring so I can take your title, old man?”

Hondo stretches his neck to the side, forgetting about you and focusing on defending his title. His misplaced focus keeps him from dwelling on the soft looks between you and Street.

✯✯✯✯✯

“You good?” Street asks, laying his hands on your shoulders.

You nod, relaxing under his touch.

“I liked your bad cop act at HQ today. Think you should have taken some more ransom money, but you’re cute when you’re trying to be tough.”

Leaning toward him, you wish there was an easy way to hide from him.

“Sorry.”

“What’d you do today?” you ask.

“Can’t tell you that, it’s classified,” he replies quickly.

“Who’d you do it for?”

“Can’t tell you that, either.”

“Do you like me?”

“Can’t tell you- hey, that actually wasn’t bad.” Street smiles as he hooks his arms over your shoulders, pulling you close in a hug that probably looks uncomfortable but wraps you in safety. “I can tell you that and the answer is yes.”

“Why?” you whisper, looping your arms around him.

Street doesn’t answer, raising a hand to brush over your hair and down your back. You sigh, grateful for quiet moments like this. Street can push you just as hard as Hondo, but the moment he takes it too far or thinks he does, he gets sweet and gentle again, whispering apologies and pressing kisses to your hairline that make you even shyer than the original teasing. You are sure he does it on purpose, but you don't care while receiving his affections.

“Hondo figured out that I’m dating someone,” you tell him, pushing a hand under his jacket to rest against his back.

“How?”

“Apparently I have a smile unique to liking someone.”

“Cute.” You huff, and Street adds, “I’ve never had a brother like Hondo, but it seems to me like he really cares about you and just wants to make sure you’re safe and happy. If you want to tell him, I’m prepared to accept the consequences.”

“I don’t want to tell him. He’ll do it again.”

“Do what?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

Street tightens his arms on you until you grunt. If he really thinks touching you more will make you talk, he hasn’t learned anything.

“Well, just know that whatever you decide to do, I’m with you. And if you need someone to protect you from Hondo’s teasing, I’m pretty good at that.”

“Hicks can make him stop faster.”

“Because Hicks is scary.”

“No, he’s not. Hondo just respects him more.”

“You may be quiet, but you have no regard for maintaining my ego, do you?”

You shake your head against him, smiling as he dips his head to whisper, “Luckily, I like you more than me.”

Tucking your face against him, he chuckles underneath you. You don’t know if he can tell, but when he makes you shy, it’s different than when Hondo does it.

✯✯✯✯✯

“I’m heading out,” Street announces, hoisting his backpack over his shoulder.

“Have a nice weekend,” Deacon replies.

“If you have time, our campaign needs us!” Luca calls after him.

“Hard to find time in a busy social schedule like his,” Hondo jokes.

“He’s actually been seeing the same girl for a while,” Luca comments.

“Good for him,” Tan responds.

“I’m right behind him,” Hondo says, closing his locker. “Enjoy your time off.”

As he walks outside, he doesn’t expect to see Street is still there, but what truly surprises him is the sight of Street sitting on his motorcycle, looking up at a woman like she’s the only thing that has ever mattered.

Hondo shakes his head, taking a step toward his car. He stops when he hears a familiar laugh, low and like it’s trying to be hidden. Turning quickly, he calls your name.

✯✯✯✯✯

“What are you doing here?” Street asks, pulling you into a hug when he sees you.

“Missed you,” you confess.

Street pulls back, gripping both sides of your waist as he lowers onto his bike, looking up at you. You drop your eyes to his arms, unable to speak with his attention on you like this. Someone yells your name, and you look up without thinking, immediately stiffening when you see Hondo walking toward you.

“Help,” you whisper.

Street stands, nodding at you before he turns to face Hondo.

“Hondo,” he begins.

“Don’t,” Hondo warns, pointing at him while looking at you. “Jim Street, really?”

“Yes,” you answer. “We’ve been dating for a while.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me? Of all the people you could’ve chosen, you got 20-David’s resident playboy. I know you’re shy, but you can do better.”

 “Hondo, stop,” you demand. “That’s not fair.”

Hondo takes a breath, thinking back to the moment he interrupted. That was a side of Street he has never seen.

“Okay,” he says, turning toward Street. “Try to explain it.”

“She is the best thing that has ever happened to me,” Street answers. “But forcing her to talk before she’s ready isn’t going to help this.”

Hondo hates to admit it, but Street is right. You’ve clearly been happy, and in the few minutes he’s been watching, he’s gentle with you, at the least.

“You’ll still talk to me when you’re ready?” Hondo asks you.

“No. Not unless you apologize. You’re judging Jim for something he used to do with no evidence that he’s still like that. You changed, and you preach that people can, but you refuse to see it.”

Your shoulders drop as you finish, losing your anger after defending Street.

“You’re right,” Hondo replies. “And I’m sorry, Street. I just-“

“I get it, Hondo, she’s your sister. But I’m not going to hurt her.”

“You better not.”

Hondo walks away, and you sag against Street’s side.

“Sorry,” you tell him.

“Eh, I’m used to him,” Street replies.

“As a sergeant, not an overprotective brother.”

“Are you going to tell him?”

“Not until I have to. He won’t understand any of it.”

“Just tell him opposites attract.”

“Makes it sound like you think I complete you,” you murmur.

“I think we need to get out of here so I can kiss you until you can’t even say my name,” Street whispers in your ear.

You make a sound that you hope conveys your displeasure with his statement. He takes it as an opportunity to keep teasing instead. He really is your opposite, but that’s what makes you like him.

[onlyonetifosi]

I've to tell you something... I'm seeing someone

As I walked through the door of my family's house in Monaco, I couldn't help but feel nervous. I had just come back from school, and I had some big news to share with my family. News that I had been keeping to myself for a while now.

As Arthur's twin sister, I always felt a special bond with him. You were born just 15 minutes apart, growing up,Arthur and I were inseparable. We would play together for hours, coming up with new games and adventures to go on.

As the youngest member of the Leclerc family, I always felt a bit left out. Charles and Lorenzo were older and more mature, and they often had their own things going on. But I always had Arthur by my side, and that was enough.

I had recently started dating Dennis Hauger, who was a former teammate of Arthur's in Formula 3. We had been seeing each other for a few months now, but I had been hesitant to tell anyone, especially my twin brother Arthur. He was always teasing me about my crushes on boys, and I knew he would have a field day if he found out I was dating one of his former teammates.

Dennis and I hit it off immediately. He was funny, kind, and he seemed to really understand me. We started dating in secret, afraid of what Arthur and Charles would say if they found out. We knew they would tease me mercilessly, and I didn't want to deal with that.

As I walked into the living room, my mother and older brother Lorenzo were sitting on the couch, watching TV. I took a deep breath and sat down next to them.

My older brother Lorenzo greeted me with a warm smile, while my mother came over to give me a hug.

"Welcome back, ma belle," she said.

"Merci, Maman," I replied, smiling back at her.

"Maman, Enzo, I have something to tell you," I said, my voice shaking a little. "But I only want to tell you and Maman for now. I've been seeing someone."

My mother's eyes widened. "Really? Who is he?"

"Do you remember Dennis Hauger? Arthur's former teammate in Formula 3?" I asked.

Lorenzo's face lit up. "Of course, I remember him! He's a great kid. I'm so happy for you!"

My mother looked a little surprised but then smiled. "That's wonderful news, darling! I like him! He seems like a very nice young man. When are you going to tell Arthur and Charles?"

"That's why I wanted to talk to you first," I said. "I'm a little nervous about how they'll react."

My mother put her arm around me. "Don't worry, sweetie. Your brothers will be happy for you. And if they tease you, just remember that it's all in good fun."

With their encouragement, I felt a little more confident about telling Arthur and Charles. I called Dennis and invited him to dinner, and he eagerly agreed.

As soon as you sat down, you could feel the tension in the air. Arthur and Charles knew something was up, but they didn't know what. You took a deep breath and told them the truth: you were dating Dennis Hauger.

"I have an idea," I said suddenly. "Why don't we all go out to dinner tonight? I can invite Dennis and we can tell Arthur and Charles then."

Mom and Lorenzo agreed to my plan, and we quickly made reservations at the Leclerc family's favorite restaurant in Monaco. I spent the rest of the day getting ready, picking out a pretty dress and doing my hair and makeup.

When we arrived at the restaurant, I saw Dennis waiting for us outside. He gave me a shy smile and a wave, looking nervous but excited.

As we settled into our seats, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I knew that the moment I revealed my news, everything would change. But I was ready for it.

"Turo, Charlie, I have something to tell you but only if you promise not to tease me" I say with a serious face

"Even not a little bit?" he laughs as I hit him with my foot behind the table

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Okey, come on, sis. We won't tease you."

Lorenzo gave me a reassuring smile, "You can trust them."

I took another deep breath, "Okay, Dennis and I are dating."

Arthur's eyes widened, "Really? Are you serious?"

I took a deep breath, "Guys, I have something to tell you, but I need you to promise not to tease me."

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Come on, sis. We won't tease you."

Lorenzo gave me a reassuring smile, "You can trust them."

I took another deep breath, "Okay, Dennis and I are dating."

"Dennis Hauger?" he said, his voice tinged with disbelief. "Your boyfriend is Dennis Hauger?"

I nodded, feeling a little defensive. "Yes, he is. Is that a problem?"

Arthur shook his head, grinning widely. "No, not at all. It's just funny, that's all. I never would have guessed that you two would end up together."

Charles let out a whoop of excitement. "I knew it!" he exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear.

Charles, who had been quiet up until now, gave me a teasing smile. "I hope he's treating you well, little sis. If he's not, we'll have to take matters into our own hands."

I rolled my eyes, but secretly I was relieved. The teasing wasn't as bad as I had feared, and I was grateful to have my family's support.

Arthur, meanwhile, looked a little taken aback. "Wait, what? When did this happen?" he asked, looking at me in surprise.

I blushed and looked down at my plate. "It's been a few weeks," I admitted.

Arthur shook his head, still looking slightly bewildered. "Well, I'll be damned. You two seem happy together, though," he said, looking at Dennis and me.

We spent the rest of the evening chatting and laughing, and I felt a sense of relief wash over me. My family had accepted Dennis with open arms, and I felt like I had finally found my place in the Leclerc family.

As we left the restaurant that evening, Dennis took my hand and whispered in my ear, "I'm so glad we did this. Your family is amazing."

I smiled up at him, feeling grateful and happy. I had found love, and I had my family's support. What more could I ask for?

[dracolilhoe]

Gryffindor's Heartbeat (Ron Weasley x Y/n)

Ron Weasley x fem!reader

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Warnings - Female reader, use of Y/n

Summary: Ron has to work up the courage to act on the feelings he has for Y/n. The question is will he do it or chicken out?

If you find mistakes please tell me! I'm not a perfect writer so please just let me know. Happy reading! :)

1994

The Gryffindor common room buzzes with activity as students bustle about, their laughter mingling with the crackling of the fireplace and the occasional quill scratching against parchment. Ron Weasley sat amidst the chaos, his attention drifting from his Transfiguration textbook to the lively conversations happening around him. It was just another typical evening at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, or so he thought.

Across the room, you were seated with a group of your friends, your laughter ringing out like a melody in the crowded space. Ron couldn't help but steal glances in your direction, a faint blush coloring his cheeks whenever your eyes met. He's known you since their first year, sharing classes, Quidditch matches, and late-night conversations in the common room. But lately, things have been different.

Fred and George, Ron's mischievous older brothers, had been teasing him mercilessly about his growing fondness for you. At first, Ron dismissed their remarks, chalking it up to their typical sibling banter. But as days turned into weeks, he couldn't ignore the truth staring him in the face.

Watching you laugh with her friends, Ron couldn't shake the fluttering sensation in his stomach or the warmth that spread through his chest whenever you smiled. It was as if he were seeing you for the first time, noticing the way your eyes sparkled with mischief and the way your laughter lit up the room.

Lost in his thoughts, Ron barely noticed when Hermione, nudged him in the ribs. "Earth to Ron," she said, her voice laced with annoyance. "You've been staring at Y/n for the past five minutes." Ron's cheeks flush crimson as he tears his gaze away from you, turning to face Hermione with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, got lost in thought," he mumbled, hoping to deflect her attention elsewhere.

Harry snickers at his best friend, "Lost in thought is one way to put it.". With a knowing smile, he leans closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You know, Ron, if you keep staring like that, Y/n might start to think you fancy her."

Ron's heart skipped a beat at Harry's words, his mind racing with a million thoughts and uncertainties. Did he fancy Y/n? Could it be possible that his feelings for her had evolved beyond friendship?

As the weight of Harry's words settled over him, Ron couldn't help but steal another glance in your direction, his heart pounding in his chest. "I'm going to the library," Hermione says picking up her books and quickly walking away. 

Harry gives Hemione a sympathetic look as he turns to Ron. "Do you have a date for the yule ball?" He shakes his head as he shifts his gaze back to Y/n. "Do you think I should ask her?" "Do you want to go with her?" "Yes! I mean- uh- yes..." "The go ask her!" "But what if she already has a date?" Harry rolls his eyes. "Well, you don't know until you ask her." "I'll ask her tomorrow." "Ron the ball is in a week you don't have much time. Go ask her now!"

Ron shakes his head as he shrinks back in his seat. "No. Too many people." Harry sighs grabbing Ron by his shirt and pushing him out of his seat. "Go ask her!" Ron's face turns beat red as he lets out a shaky breath and makes his way toward you. 

"Hey, Y/n..." "Hmm? Oh, hey, Ron! What's up?" "I was just wondering if you had a date to the Yule Ball yet?" A smile appears on my face. "No why?" His face turns crimson as he shifts to his feet. "Just wondering if you wanted to go with me." "Yeah! I'd love to!" He sighs in relief. "Great! Well, I'll see you later then." He says walking back towards Harry. 

"Was it really that hard, Ron?" Harry asks a smug smirk on his face. "Yes,"

Ron says As he slumps into the chair next to Harry. "Never been so bloody terrified in my life!" 

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From Hell to Home to Back Again

Summary: At the talent show, Chrissy Cunningham is so hungry that she nearly collapses. When she's found by Hopper, her parents ended up losing custody of her. She ends up being placed in the care of the Hendersons, and she finally finds the family she so desperately needed. She also ends up falling in love. What other changes are made in this alternate universe?

Prologue

Chapter One

November 6th, 1983

" - I'm all out of love, I'm so lost without you, I know you were right believing for so long - ," Chrissy Henderson was cut off by a pillow to the face. "Nancy Wheeler!"

"Shut up!" Nancy hissed.

Chrissy giggled as she collapsed on the bed next to her. They were sitting in Nancy's room while Chrissy's brother and Nancy's played Dungeons and Dragons down in the basement.

"Oh, come on, what's the point of being your friend if I can't tease you mercilessly about you and Steve?" Chrissy asked.

"All we did was make out," Nancy rolled her eyes.

"And you like him," Chrissy said.

"He's cute," she shrugged.

"You like him," Chrissy sang. "Admit it."

"Okay, so, I do. . .what if he doesn't like me?" Nancy asked.

"He wouldn't be showing interest in you if he didn't like you," Chrissy sighed.

"He's just. . . slept with a lot of women," Nancy said.

"I didn't think you were the kind of girl who listens to rumors, Nance," Chrissy sighed, making a clucking noise of disapproval. "Shame. . . Three isn't a lot."

"How do you know?" Nancy asked.

"I've known him since before I was adopted. Of the jocks to date, he's the one you'd want," Chrissy said. "He's good."

"Tommy and Carol?" Nancy asked.

"Oh, no, they're assholes. Tommy's been Steve’s friend for as long as he can remember. It's hard to walk away from that," she said.

"How come you never dated Steve?" Nancy asked.

"I think it's because our asshole parents wanted us to date that made us not want to," Chrissy replied.

"That makes sense," Nancy said.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Robin, Nancy's fraternal twin sister, came blundering in.

"Coming through!" Robin exclaimed.

"What did I say about coming into my room without knocking?!" Nancy shrieked. "Asshole! What are you doing?"

Robin whistled cheerfully as she began digging through Nancy's closet.

"Making sure you didn't steal my clothes again," Robin said.

"Why in the hell would I ever do that?" Nancy asked.

"To annoy your darling older sister," Robin replied and pulled a pink top out of the closet. "What's this then?"

"It's pink, so it's mine," she replied. "By the way, I'm older!"

"Looks dark to me," Robin grinned. "So, what are you talking about?"

"Nothing," Nancy hissed.

"Boys," Chrissy replied with a grin.

"Chrissy!" Nancy hissed.

"Ew, gross. Well, I'm out of here. The boys are wrapping it up downstairs," Robin said.

Robin left with Nancy's shirt. Nancy groaned and threw a pillow at the door.

"Ugh, I can't believe we ever shared a womb," Nancy groaned.

"Speaking of siblings, I'm pretty sure mine is going to come up here soon with an excuse to talk to you," Chrissy giggled. "So be nice."

"What are you talking about? I'm always nice," Nancy said, but she was fighting a smile.

"I love you, Nancy, but no, you're not," Chrissy giggled. "Not all the time."

Speak the devil, and the devil shall appear. Dustin stood in the doorway, holding a pizza box.

"Hey, Nance, there's one more pizza if you want it," Dustin said.

"No, thank you," Nancy said.

"I'll take it, though. Thanks for asking me if I wanted it. . . Butthead," Chrissy said, and Nancy raised her eyebrow. "Oh, I'm his sister, I'm allowed to be mean to him."

Chrissy chewed happily on the pizza as she escorted her brother downstairs. She finished before walking through the kitchen.

"Thanks for having us, Mrs. Wheeler," Chrissy said.

"You're more than welcome. Tell your mom I said hello. Get home safe, you two," Mrs. Wheeler said.

"Yes, ma'am," they said before walking outside.

It was cool outside, not too cool, but enough to make Chrissy shiver a little when she picked up her bike. She was saving up to buy her own car, and though shifts at Benny's diner didn't offer much, she enjoyed working there. She rode behind Dustin and Will, keeping an eye on them with a fond smile.

"Race you to our place?" Dustin asked Will. "Winner gets any comic."

"Any comic?" Will asked delightfully before racing ahead.

"Hey! Hey! I didn't say go! I'm going to kill you!" Dustin yelled.

"Slow down, guys!" Chrissy laughed as she sped up.

"I'll take your X-Men 134!" Will yelled.

"Hey, Will, you sure you don't want me to ride back to your place with you?!" Chrissy asked as she usually did.

"I'm fine! Thank you!" Will hollered as he sped off.

"Son of a bitch!" Dustin exclaimed.

"Well, you should know better than to bet against Will the Wise," Chrissy said with a smile as she put her bike away.

"Yeah, yeah," Dustin huffed as he walked inside the house with his sister.

Chrissy greeted their mother with a kiss and scratched behind Mews' ear.

"How'd your game go, Dusty? Did you win?" Claudia asked with a grin, and Chrissy bit her lip to stop from laughing.

"That's not how it works, mom!" Dustin exclaimed before launching into the replay.

"I'm going to bed. Goodnight! Good luck, mom!" Chrissy exclaimed as she headed towards the bedroom.

Her room was well lived in with pink walls and blue curtains. Her bedspread was a floral blue and unmade. . .oops. There were clothes thrown about but not too terribly, and they were mostly out of the way. Photographs littered the wall of a smiling, happy Chrissy with her proper family. Her favorite was one with her brother in a fort in the living room after a couple of weeks living there, reading Charlotte's Web. Dustin had spent so much time trying to make her feel better, trying to spin a negative into a positive. It worked. After Dustin went on about how intelligent pigs were, Chrissy went out and bought a little pig figurine to put on her dresser. She got a spider one for Dustin, which now sits happily on his own dresser. Now, whenever she thinks of pigs and she looks at the pig, she thinks of happy memories of her brother.

"Hey, Wilbur," she greeted and touched his snout.

Chrissy was about to start undressing when there came a tap on her bedroom window. She jumped and whirled around, clutching the sweater to her chest even though she wasn't even naked.

"Argyle!" Chrissy exclaimed and threw her sweater on the bed before opening her window.

"Hey, Fair Lady," Argyle grinned. "Wanted to return this book to you."

"You couldn't have returned it when you stopped by cheer practice tomorrow?" Chrissy asked, taking it.

"Oh. Yeah, I could have done that," Argyle said, and he sighed. "It's amazing, isn't it?"

"What is?" Chrissy asked.

"It seems like only yesterday that we were meeting at Benny's diner, and you were serving me food. . .now, here we are," Argyle said. "Isn't it funny how time works? I want you to know that I'm going to look back on our friendship fondly."

"Argyle. . .we met two weeks ago," Chrissy giggled and then paused. "Wait, did your dad finally decide if he wants to put a Surfer Boy here?"

"He didn't tell me yet. He wants to tell the whole family when we get back to California," Argyle said. "I'm going to miss you, Lady Henderson."

"You as well, sir Argyle," Chrissy said with a grin. "I really hope that you'll be able to move to Hawkins. Although, you might miss California."

"I go wherever my story takes me," Argyle said with a grin. "And this place is as beautiful to me as California. Goodnight, Chrissy."

She watched him walk off into the darkness, and she smiled. She got dressed, brushed her teeth, and slipped underneath the covers before reaching over to turn off the light. Chrissy drifted off to sleep, hoping that the next day would be just as good.

The next day. . .

Chrissy met Barb and Nancy at Nancy's locker. She could already guess what they were talking about.

"I'm telling you, it's a one - two time thing!" Nancy exclaimed as she opened her locker, and a note fell out.

MEET ME IN THE BATHROOM. - STEVE.

"You were saying?" Barb asked.

Nancy rolled her eyes at Barb and bit her lip, hesitating.

"It's okay if you want to go," Chrissy said, nudging her. "We'll be fine."

Nancy smiled gratefully at her before rushing off to meet Steve.

"I can't wait until Steve loses interest, but I do wish he would stop messing with her," Barb sighed.

"That's a rotten thing to say," Chrissy frowned.

"Oh, come on, Steve Harrington is notorious for leaving women high and dry," Barb said, rolling her eyes.

"It sounds like you're basing an opinion on silly rumors from other people," Chrissy said. "I thought you were better than that, Barbara. How about you get to know him before you start judging him?"

"Ugh! Why do you have to be right? Yeah, okay, so maybe that is shitty of me, but I just don't want this thing between him and Nancy to be serious is all," Barb said.

"Why?" Chrissy asked.

"It's - It's nothing," Barb said, blushing.

"You're my friend, too, Barb. Whenever you're ready to talk to me, I'm here," Chrissy said softly.

"Yeah, okay, let's get to class, I do not want to be late," Barb said, sniffling.

After school, Chrissy was walking to cheer practice when she spotted Jason Carver waiting for her. She sighed and pinched her nose before painting a forced smile on her face.

"Jason," she greeted politely.

"Hey, Chrissy," Jason smiled. "I was just wondering - "

"No," Chrissy said shortly.

"You didn't let me finish," Jason said.

"I know what you were going to say, and the answer is no. It's always no," Chrissy said. "Now, leave me alone."

"Come on, Chrissy, what's other people going to say when you're the only cheerleader without a boyfriend?" Jason asked.

"The fact that you care about that is sad. I am not the only cheerleader without a boyfriend, and quite frankly, I don't give two shits about what other people think. Doing that for my birth mother nearly killed me. You'd spend your time better doing the same," Chrissy said. "I do not want to date you, and I've tried to be nice about it, but quite frankly, I am tired of you being my shadow."

Jason was about to say something when he looked up and his eyes widened.

"Is there a problem?" Hopper's voice asked.

"No, sir," Jason said quickly. "I, um, going to go."

"That would be a good idea," Hopper said.

"Oh, I thought he was going to - ," Chrissy said, turning around and stopping when she saw Hopper's face. "What's wrong?"

"When Will rode away from your house last night, did you notice anything strange?" Hopper asked.

"No," Chrissy said. "Why?"

"Will hasn't been seen since last night," Hopper replied softly.

"Oh no! I knew I should have rode back with him!" Chrissy gasped.

"Hey, hey, it's not your fault. I just questioned your brother and his friends," Hopper said. "Thought you should know in case you wanted to check on him. I need to get back to it."

He squeezed her shoulder before walking away. Chrissy frowns, and that's when she spotted Heather. She ran over to her.

"Hey, can you tell the others I won't be able to make it cheer practice this evening?" Chrissy asked. "My brother needs me."

"Is everything okay?" Heather asked.

"I don't know yet," she replied and started heading towards the middle school.

She found Dustin huddled with Lucas and Mike. Dustin looked at her with surprise.

"Don't you have cheer practice?" Dustin asked.

"Skipping it entirely. The Chief told me what happened," Chrissy said softly. "Are you boys alright?"

"We need to look for Will," Mike said.

"The first thing you need to do is go home and be with your parents. Let Hopper handle this," Chrissy said. "Look, maybe an animal spooked him, and he's hiding somewhere. You're not helping Will or your parents if you get lost too."

When they got home, Chrissy made sure to call Argyle and update him before calling in sick to work. Dinner was a quiet affair. . .well, mostly. Claudia tried to get Dustin to eat or talk, but after several moments, he pushed his plate away.

"I'm not very hungry. Can I go lay down?" Dustin asked.

"Sure thing, honey," Claudia said and watched him leave. "Oh, I should probably check on him."

"Give him a few minutes, mom, and then we check on him," Chrissy said. "I'll clean up."

After cleaning up, Chrissy and Claudia went to Dustin's room to check on him, only to find it empty. The window was wide open.

"Goddamn it," Chrissy cursed.

Chapter Two

[justaduckarts]

🗣💕✨️🦆

Can we have a drabble of Eclipse or Star Holder being a jelly bean?

"No way.. You're actually jealous."// "Darling.. are you.. jealous?"

I'm interested, how Eclipse would act, if he's being a jelly bean.

In the same time, I think Star Holder wouldn't exactly know what jealousy is.. since they didn't even know how love feels.

Fyfw7hdruh I'll give you platonic smooches

Ok Bye bye

Hello!

One jelly star comin' up!

(Okay I'm ngl I may have gone a little nuts on this)

Spoilers for One Who Holds a Star!

TW: Mentions of loss

The fire crackled softly. Waves gently lapped the shore. Moonlight reflected off the ocean water.

Pluto and Lunar were in the midst of a tickle-wrestle fight, rolling around in the sand and laughing merrily. Lunar was at an advantage; one pair of hands pinned Pluto's wrists while the other pair tickled her mercilessly. Her snorty laughter filled the night.

Warm arms held you close. You were snug in Eclipse's lap, watching the way the tide rushed in and out. Across from you and your large partner, Bonnie was having a drink and enjoying the peace.

Glancing up at Eclipse, you followed his gaze back over to Pluto and Lunar.

"Is something bothering you?"

When tour fingers brushed his arm, Eclipse turned his attention to you. A soft smile spread across his face.

"Forgive me. I was just happy to see her looking so free." He sighed, looking back at Pluto, "I had feared she would never get to be like this again." The smile on his face stretched.

"Truly, I'm glad to see her like this again. Free. Happy. It's what she deserves."

You looked at Pluto. She squealed, attempting to escape Lunar's playful teasing. Then your gaze returned to Eclipse. The softness of his expression felt familiar. You realized it was because he often looked at you that same way.

"...Could it be that you..." You almost didn't want to ask. "You love her?"

The way he tensed against you was answer enough. You slipped from his arms and stood, feeling awkward. Of course he would. Who wouldn't adore Pluto?

"Darling, are you upset?" He looked at you, surprised. "You aren't jealous-

"What if I am?" You fidgeted, looking off to the side. "Pluto is lovely..."

"Certainly, she is." Eclipse nodded. "But you are just as lovely." He gently took your hands.

"Would you say flowers are lovely?" He asked gently.

"...Yes?" You were puzzled by the sudden change of topic.

"And what about stars?" He smiled. "Are stars also lovely?"

"Yes..." You nodded, unsure where he was going.

"You see? The world is full of wonderful things. One can't be compared to another. I certainly love Pluto, but that doesn't make my love for you any less real." Eclipse kissed your forehead. "Pluto and I have a... complex history. You've no need to fret. I am for you, dear. And no other."

You slowly sank back into his arms, allowing him to envelop you.

"Forgive me, Clipsy. I just... I've never seen you look that way at someone else." Now you felt foolish for letting it get to you.

"It's alright, my love." Eclipse cradled you close to his chest, "I assure you, I've no plans of entangling with Pluto. That ship has long since sailed." He rubbed your back.

"What happened with you and Pluto?" You looked at him, curiosity and worry mixing in your stomach.

Hesitating, Eclipse looked up at the sky.

"We met when I was still a child. She was a few years older than me. And I thought she was incredible!" He grinned, "she used to spar with us and put us all on our backs." Laughing, Eclipse shook his head.

"Truth be told, I harbored feelings for her for a long, long time." He sighed, "unfortunately, she was always looking towards my brother. My whole youth was that way- things I wanted ended up falling into his lap. He was brighter, prettier. Popular. Most the goddesses around us were after him."

Eclipse sighed, "I'm not proud of how I handled the situation. I justified my actions by telling myself that I was preventing the star's abuse. But truthfully... I know some part of it was my own jealousy. I couldn't have her, that I could accept. But for Sun to have her? After all he'd done to me? I couldn't stand the thought."

The arms around you tightened slightly. You rubbed one of his arms gently. He smiled.

"That's all in the last, though. Now, all I can hope for is that I might be a better friend this time around."

You nodded, feeling silly for being upset in the first place.

"I think you're doing a good job," you said gently. Eclipse smiled, patting your back.

"Thank you, my love."

As the night carried on, you drifted off to sleep on the blanket that Bonnie had spread out on the sand. The sound of the tide lulled you deep into your dreams.

The gods around you were winding down, too. Eclipse sat, your head on his thigh, gently tracing circles into your back. He'd volunteered to take first watch of the night. Though, likely he'd just let everyone sleep and stay awake through the night.

Pluto was already curled up right on the sand, sleeping blissfully. Bonnie's head was nodding, the empty wine bottle next to him tipped over. He struggled to keep his magenta eyes open, blue ears twitching softly.

And then there was Lunar. He was still on his feet, staring up into the night sky, back to the group.

"Lunar," Eclipse said quietly, "you should get some sleep."

The pale god turned to Eclipse, a complex look on his face.

"I'm fine," Lunar shook his head.

"I know you and I do not get along, but you still need your strength," Eclipse pressed. Lunar frowned. He looked at you, cuddled up to Eclipse.

Eclipse knew Lunar was feeling jealous. He knew, because Eclipse was struggling with his own jealousy. How could he not, when you were walking all about in Lunar's tunic?

"Would you stop acting like you're the bigger person?" Lunar scoffed, "figuratively, obviously. You act like you're trying to be fair and reasonable, but look at you."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Eclipse crossed his upper arms, frowning. Lunar crossed both pairs of arms, rolling his eyes.

"Are you serious? Pretty star? Right in your lap? Could you be less subtle?" Lunar's foot tapped, "if you were really concerned about being fair, you wouldn't hog all their attention."

"I'm not-

"Then why are you always all over them, hm?" Lunar's eyes narrowed.

"We're in the midst of a war, Lunar. And the sun god's goal is the star. I am trying to keep them safe." A little growl slipped into Eclipse's voice.

"Oh, so you just don't trust me to do it." Lunar growled back.

"I think you've given me plenty reason not to trust you," Eclipse pointed out, teeth bared.

"Oh, will you ever let that go?" Lunar threw his hands up, "I didn't know he was possessed! I just saw you sneaking around with our star and I- ugh, I don't have to explain myself to you." Lunar crossed his arms.

The silence was thick.

"Man, the two of you really are like fire and oil," Bonnie's southern twang cut through the quiet. Both gods snapped their attention to the half-asleep rabbit.

"Not to overstep, your highness," Bonnie yawned, "but y'know, you're both in the wrong. Snarling at each other all the time like you are, do you think that's going to help? Who are you at war with again?"

"...Sun," Eclipse sighed, crossing his arms.

"Refresh my memory, Lunar," Bonnie continued, "why'd we come out to the beach?"

Lunar fidgeted.

"...To help our star feel better."

"Not just our little star god." Bonnie opened his bag and pulled out yet another bottle of wine and a few wooden cups. "We're out here for morale. If we spend every second of every day pressed over the brewing tension, we'll eventually pop, yeah?"

"That's true," Eclipse sighed.

"Maybe," Lunar frowned, slowly sinking onto the corner of the blanket by your feet. The tired old rabbit poured a few cups of wine and passed them around.

"I know the two of you have had a rocky start, and I know that there are a lot of strong feelings goin' around. But maybe, just maybe, you can sit and talk them out instead of trying to rip each other's throats out like a pair of wild dogs?" Bonnie took a long sip from his cup.

Lunar stared down into his cup, brow knit.

"...It's... not easy for me to control how I feel. It hasn't been since..."

"Since you were poisoned?" Eclipse glanced at Lunar. The smaller god shut his eyes tight.

"...Yeah." His voice came out a whisper.

"I've done some reading, apparently lead poisoning can cause behavioral issues." Eclipse nodded, "I'm... sorry that your village was failed in such a way."

"That's in the past," Lunar shrugged, "what does that even have to do with anything?"

"We're trying to communicate," Bonnie interjected.

"Well it feels like we're just blaming all of it on me now," Lunar snapped, "your temper isn't exactly the most under control either." He glared up at Eclipse.

"You're right," the dark god nodded, "I do struggle to... stay cool-headed." He sighed.

"I suppose in that regard, I'm like my father."

"You're not like him," Bonnie assured, "and Lunar, you aren't a problem. The two of you just need to talk."

Lunar hesitated.

"...I get scared," he admitted, "I've lost everything before. I just... When I see how much our star loves you, I start to think I'm going to lose everything all over again." Blue eyes grew misty with his soft admission.

Eclipse chuckled dryly. Lunar bristled.

"Are my fears funny to you?"

"No," the larger god shook his head, "forgive me. I'm only laughing because that's exactly how I feel." Eclipse looked at Lunar. The soft glow of his rays dimmed.

The look the two shared spoke more than words ever could.

Then, Lunar quietly returned to drinking.

"I will try to be less clingy," Eclipse said softly.

"I appreciate that," Lunar nodded. He passed his empty cup back to Bonnie.

"It's a start," Bonnie shrugged. "You should get some sleep, Lunar. And Eclipse, don't you dare stay up all night."

Eclipse tensed. "Oh, uh... Of course, Bonnibel."

The rabbit snickered before curling up on the sand himself.

As Lunar moved to go and sleep beside Pluto, Eclipse caught the hem of his tunic. Lunar looked back at Eclipse, confused.

"Why don't you stay over here and help me keep them warm, hm?" Eclipse gestured to your sleeping form. Lunar's eyes widened slightly.

"...Really?"

"Really really," Eclipse smiled.

.

When you woke in the morning, you found yourself snugly tucked between Eclipse and Lunar. Both were fast asleep, purring on either side of you.

The sight of the two of them, so at ease, made you smile. You decided you'd wait a little longer to get up and start the day.

[thepagemistress]

*handing you the microphone*

Tell me more

Ahaha, well if you *insist* 😅

I was just thinking about Dean shopping for a wedding ring to give to Cas. Like, he thinks about giving him one of the rings he already owns but he wants it to be something specific.

Sam thinks he's taken up antiquing in his semi-retirement because he spends an inordinate amount of time going into stores to rifle through the jewelry but to no avail. When Dean begrudgingly admits the reason, Sam is caught between wanting to tease his brother mercilessly and cry at the fact he's finally making the next move. Instead, he does neither and offers to help with the search.

He rescinds this offer after just two weeks of Dean being an absolute pain in the ass. He asks Dean to describe *exactly* what he's looking for and, all credit to him, Dean does. Unfortunately, what Dean describes sounds nothing like any wedding ring Sam's ever heard of. Bright gold, dazzling blue and white gem stones all the way around it, spinning...

"Spinning??"

"Yes, dammit, spinning. Did I stutter?"

Sam gives it up for a lost cause but Dean is determined.

Anyway, fast forward to Dean befriending a jeweler and commissioning the *exact* ring that he wants. Solid gold (thank you Charlie, for those credit cards), inlaid with pearls and aquamarine all around it. And the band with the gems on it spins independently from the rest. It's perfect.

It takes another 4 months of Dean carrying it with him everywhere for him to actually do something with it.

He's in the Dean Cave with Cas, watching some crappy 70s movie when he just turns to Cas and is like "So uh, I thought we could, you know. Maybe get married." And Cas just blinks at him, eyes darting over his face and they're pressed too close together, Dean has to wriggle to get his arm free and produce the ring from his pocket. It's not even in a box.

Cas's eyes drop down to the ring and he just kind of...stills. He doesn't freeze exactly but it's like he forgets to human for a moment as he ceases to breathe or move or react at *all*.

Just when Dean is in fear of having a heart attack or pretending he was joking, Cas reboots himself, glancing back up to Dean.

"Do you realise what this is?"

"Uh. A proposal?"

"The ring, I mean."

"A wedding ring?" At Cas's frustrated huff, Dean plows on. "I know it ain't the most traditional but hell, look at us. What about us is traditional?"

"It's ME, Dean."

Dean frowns at Cas, then at the ring. "Huh?"

"It's...An angel's true form. We have wheels, rings as part of our being just as you have arms and legs." Carefully taking the ring from Dean's fingers, he examines it. "I believe this is as close a replica of my own as you could have managed."

Dean gapes at him for a moment. "You saying I just gave you a mini arm as a wedding ring?"

Cas's smile is fond as he slips the ring on his finger, settling Dean's nerves immeasurably. "I'm saying that I always wondered if part of you remembered seeing me in Hell. And now I have my answer. It's nice to know I made such an impression all those years ago."

An embarrassed flush rushes to Dean's face as he turns back to the TV. "Do I get *my* answer?"

Cas hums, settling back into the position they had been in before. "Ask me again tomorrow. You should put more effort into it, I think."

"Gonna need that ring back, then."

Before he can even make a grab for it, Cas whips his hand out of each, curling it protectively against his chest. "No."

They watch the rest of the movie in silence but Dean can't help the small smile that spreads across his face as he watches Cas spin the ring around his finger out of the corner of his eye.

[displacedbias]

In another set of circumstances, Ted cannot believe the absolute filth coming from someone who looks like a more arrogant version of his brother. He has his brother's face-- consequently his own face as well, but that's undeniably Felix. The way his eyebrows knit together all serious, the way he speaks in that same rehearsed manner. Just with a harsher tone, and a fire in his eyes that radiates the self assurance Ted wishes his brother had, but completely lacks the gentleness he's so accustomed to at the same time.

It's weird. He's not sure he likes it. It only takes a few seconds for this mean Felix to say mean things to Ted so that his patience melts away. He's normally such a patient person, especially for his brother. 

But this was not his brother. And Ted will not stand for being talked down to. That's not how it works, and clearly Felix needs a lesson on manners. He never imagined Felix's voice yelling like that would feel so rewarding as he grabbed him and flipped him over like his MMA classes taught him.

Ted's used to keeping things under control. Keeping everything under control. De-escalate things before they have a chance to get worse. And dealing with this Felix is no different. He could tell it would only get worse if he didn't put a stop to it. He saw the exact same telltale signs of that which he'd see in father, and that was a little scary seeing it in Felix.

It's why he sees his brother-- his real brother walking hand in hand with what he assumes is the mean Felix's brother, and Ted greets them with a broad smile as if nothing was wrong. "Hey, guys!"

"Teddy?" Felix blinks, looking concerned at his doppelganger being sat on by Ted. It... doesn't look painful. He doesn't think so. He hopes not. Just looks uncomfortable, maybe. "What are you doing?"

And it is just like the other Felix, Ted finds, to so rudely interrupt him as he tries to answer his brother. "This ruffian attacked me!"

"Oh please, all I did was flip you over and pin you down. I'm not hurting you or anything!" Ted leans in, consequently putting a little more weight on him. Not enough to crush him, but it was definitely more pressure. "You were the one being mean. You gotta learn some people aren't gonna put up with that like you think they will."

"Get off of me!"

"What's the magic word?" Ted grins. He doesn't plan on getting off until the other Felix gets it right.

"What are you blabbering on about? I said get off of me!" He demands. Ted just giggles. He treats him like a brother despite knowing this isn't his Felix-- Which means he'll pick on him mercilessly. Specifically because this isn't his Felix.

"Not until you sayyyy iiiit!" Ted teases, and the other Felix has a look on his face that clearly displays his annoyance and shock at this more confident, and daring version of his brother. Judging by the look on their counterparts' faces, they're just as equally bewildered.

"...That's me?" The other Ted squeaks out, his hand still holding onto Felix's.

"Yes." Felix replies quietly, "D-Do I... really talk like that?" He makes a face as he points at the Felix on the ground.

"Um...Yeah, my brother talks like that all the time." The other Ted answers.

"Oh." Felix sounds disappointed. Ashamed, though he did not need to be.

Ted still seemed bent on giving the other Felix a lesson or two about things. "Do you treat your brother like that all the time? Call him names? Boss him around? You should be ashamed. That's your brother." The grins fades from his face for a moment. "You're not better than him. I'm not better than my Felix. Being heir doesn't make us better than each other. But you're mean to your brother. And I beat up people who are a fraction of unpleasant as you are to my own brother."

For a few seconds, the two quiet down.

"...What happened to you?" Then Ted asks, pitying the boy below him.

"Excuse me?" It seems other Felix has no idea what Ted is talking about.

"He's a good person." Ted gestures to his brother. "You're capable of being a good person too. A good brother. I know you can be. You can, Felix. He is, so why wouldn't you be? What went wrong...?"

And other Felix is speechless, mouth opening and closing without a sound. He already had some thoughts about Ted's relationship with his brother, compared to his own with his Ted. He knew he was an awful person. So why did Ted believe in him despite that? Despite having a taste of the way he treated his twin? Despite getting so annoyed by his behaviour that Ted flipped him over and sat on him?

What went wrong?

He couldn't answer that. He knew the answer. But he was too much of a coward to say it. Which, ironically, was exactly the answer.

[dnrue]

Trigger warning for scary stuff. (Trauma, horror, murdering robots, random anecdotes) Also this is a long rant.

I have a love-hate relationship with the horror genre.

Cause on one hand, I love Invader Zim, Coraline, and 9. I guess those fall more under psycological horror?

But the moody colors, plot, character dynamics, and clear thought put into worldbuilding is so cool. I read a book with (pretty sure this is the wrong word) but melancholy theming with stars and purple tears and roses and I thought it was neat. If my obsession with my little pony and cute characters didn’t win over i’d probably be goth (is that the right grammar? Anyway)

On the other hand. I was traumatized as a kid from FNAF. I still can’t stand it today. I hate those roblox horror games. I hate that scps, creepypastas, and other scary stuff typically has no warning and is advertised to children. Just the concept of a monster with no morality or soul that will mercilessly hunt you down and kill you and there’s nothing you can do to stop it.

And i can perfectly understand that a lot of people like that stuff! It’s fun to come up with stories, and I myself have tried to do horror characters (i’m not very good at it and i stopped cause it makes me remember all of the above). But it still bothers me. Years later. Like years ago I accidentally clicked on quite a few youtube videos, not really knowing the extent of how horrifying it really is, with no clarification if it’s even real, cause sometimes its hard to tell. And i still get this today! I like listening to iceberg videos because of the facts and for background noise, when all of a sudden at the bottom there’s a fact about dead puppies or something and im like .. what?? And then i think about it for weeks and I have no rest- And the horror stuff can very easily change the way you think about things and it takes you years to realize. I thought I was going to be eaten alive when I was asleep when I was loosely EIGHT. I developed a weird thing with eye contact cause I hated when my dolls were looking at me. I probably had a couple extra years of playing ahead of me that got cut short because I was scared. I went out of my way to design a line of dolls that had blindfolds. I still have the concept in my digital art folder somewhere. Every once in a while I have a weird thought or strong aversion to something random that later I realise stemmed from the whole thing. Half the time I don’t even like to bring it up and I just mention it vaguely. (It’s hard cause my bff’s little brother keeps trying to show us videos of whatever bloody monster is recommended to him) (ive been trying not to overstep but it feels like i have an oppurtunity to save baby me from the same fate when i know its not like that at all.)

And another facet to the whole thing is that I have an interest in robotics.. like I still flinch when the halloween robots at sam’s make eye contact with me. Yet I love ye olde robot entertainment restaurants for the characters and electronics and engineering, and even down to the vibe of the red curtains. How is it even possible to love something that scares you to your core?? I think i’m mostly over that part but I still wonder about it. Also the Rockafire Explosion is great and I have a headcanon that Mitzi broke the rear axle of her boyfriend’s car. Mini’s line delivery in the version of the song adds to the headcanon that she’s innocent but Mitzi is just like that (tm)

Experimentally I made a game exploring the concept of robot mascots in disrepair that DONT want to kill you but are a hazard because they’ve been abandoned. And this was in coding class in high school, where we used Alice for some reason. Anyway the game wasn’t very good but I failed in my point because litterally the five other people in the class were teasing me that it was fnaf when that was not the point.

(One person really liked my game though, and he came up with speedrunning categories like Void% [there was a fog effect] and CatsHead% because there was a glitch where if you stood behind the cat character at the right angle, the head deforms in a way that isnt possible using just code [the game engine was Alice, ther version we used was the 2004 one lol] and it crashes the game. It was kind of funny and I kept crashing the game cause I was having a hard time with the whole thing (exposure therapy I guess?) and it was the only thing that stopped my fingers from going cold. Anyway it was really cool that he liked my game even though it was glitchy and half finished)

So um I rambled a lot but my point is that the brain is a weird thing and people should not advertise horror to children. Also please be kind and give proper trigger warnings please, other than (This is scary! If youre a wimp turn back now!). Also i proofread this like ten times but im worried something bad will happen? Why brain do that?? Is this an ominous warning or because i just dont like talking about this stuff??

[scuttling]

(Not So) Casual Friday

Fandom: Criminal Minds Pairings: Aaron Hotchner/Female Reader Word Count: 4,456 Tags: 18+, NSFW, Dad Bod Hotch (it's not a main component but he very much has the tummy here), Pining, Accidentally admitting attraction, Embarrassment, A little angst, Oral sex, Protected sex Summary: Your best friend Derek finds out about your feelings for Hotch and teases you mercilessly. You can manage it, though, until the first ever Casual Friday, when Hotch shows up to work in a black polo and jeans and you kind of ruin everything. Or maybe you don't? *Requested by anon Link to A03 or read below! “Okay, girlie, today’s the day,” Derek says when you set your bag and coffee cup on your desk on Monday morning. You shoot your best friend a tired smile and wonder for the—you’ve worked at the BAU for almost two years, so it’s probably the 500th time—for the 500th time why he has to be such a morning person when you would prefer not to have a conversation until at least 10 AM.

“Today’s the day for what?” you sigh, asking out of obligation, because it’s obvious that’s what he’s waiting for; he smiles, picks up your coffee and hands it to you, which must mean you sound bitchy. You take a grateful sip, close your eyes and exhale through your nose.

“For you to admit to me that you’re in love with Hotch.”

You spit out your coffee—only all over yourself, which is great, wouldn’t want to inconvenience Derek at all—and then cough so hard he has to thump on your back to help clear your airway.

It draws some attention; Hotch comes out of his office, takes a look at the two of you and probably regrets hiring the both of you, then walks down the stairs to make sure you’re okay.

“What happened? You’re wet,” he says a bit gruffly, looking at the coffee all over your chest and sleeves. You glare over at Derek, who’s clearly trying not to laugh.

“Derek made me spill my coffee.” You grab a handful of tissues off your desk and pat at the wet spot, trying to soak up the worst of it, but it’s not salvageable. You’ll have to change your shirt.

“And then you… choked on it?” Hotch asks, to clarify. Derek does laugh at that; the things Hotch is saying happen to have dual meanings, slightly sexual, and now that Derek knows—thinks he knows—about your thing for Hotch, it’s clear he finds it all so hilarious. He’s a twelve year old boy in a grown man’s body.

“Okay, I didn’t spill, I spit,” you correct, looking up at them, and Derek makes an exaggerated face of disapproval.

“Should have swallowed,” he says, trying to sound serious, and you shoot him an irritated look and reach out to slap him in the chest. Asshole.

“Do you need help getting cleaned up?” Hotch’s expression is kind, sweet, but you’d sooner die than have him blot coffee off of your boobs. It would be mortifying, especially in front of Derek.

“No, no, I think I’m okay. Thanks,” you add with a soft smile, and then you reach up and pull your sweater over your head, unzip your go bag, and search for another top.

For some reason, Hotch has a coughing fit scarily similar to the one you just had, and you turn to pat his back like Derek did for you.

“Are you alright?” you ask, looking up into his face, and he nods despite his watering eyes.

“Fine,” he croaks, and he leaves as quickly as he came. You sigh, because it’s not even nine and your day has already been so weird.

You’re wearing a tank top, and thankfully the coffee didn’t get through to that layer, so it’s quick and easy to throw another lightweight sweater over top of it; you ball up the wet one, shove it in the dirty clothes portion of your bag, zip it up and stash it under your desk. Derek looks like he’s having the best day of his life.

“You realize you just undressed in front of Hotch,” he says with a tone you don’t appreciate. You roll your eyes.

“I did not. I had a tank top on underneath.” You almost always wear an undershirt, because you’ve been a cop long enough to know that sometimes your clothes get torn or messed up in the line of duty, and you’re not trying to offer a free show while taking down an unsub. Derek wiggles his eyebrows, points at your chest.

“Yeah, one that put those little boobies on display. His eyes bulged out of his head like a cartoon character.” This time, you punch him in the arm, hard. It’s too goddamn early for this.

“Can you please shut up already? I don’t have a thing for Hotch.”

“Ah, I didn’t say you had a thing, I said you’re in love with him. And I have evidence; lots of it.” You tip your head back, groan, wondering what you did to deserve a best friend who is also such a pain in the ass, and it’s that moment that Hotch chooses to rejoin you; he looks a little flushed, probably from the coughing earlier.

“Uh. We have a case; I know not everyone is here yet, but you can head up to the briefing room, I’ll grab the others when they arrive.”

“Sure thing, sir,” you say easily, grabbing your tablet and what’s left of your coffee; you gesture for Derek and he follows, laughing and shaking his head. “Okay, what is it now? I’m so glad you find me entertaining today.”

“‘Sure thing, sir,’” he says with a high, breathy voice you assume is supposed to mimic yours. “You want his dick so bad.” You narrow your eyes at him as you head upstairs.

“Uh, because I was being respectful? I know that’s a foreign concept for you, the world’s biggest asshole, but you don’t have to read anything into it.” You take your usual seats at the table, pull up the note-taking app on your tablet, and Derek sits back, crosses his arms behind his head.

“Well you’re not calling me ‘sir’, and I’m the sexiest piece in the office, so it’s hard not to read into it.” You look over at him, elbow on the table, chin in the palm of your hand.

“Sexy is subjective, and you don’t do it for me, sorry to break it to you.” He scoffs, laughs, and you laugh too because you both know you see each other as brother and sister, buddies, and fellow former cops, and absolutely nothing else.

“Yeah, I get it, only Hotch does it for you; he’s not my type, but I can see how a young lady like yourself could be drawn to his brooding exterior.”

“I’m not drawn to his exterior!” you practically growl, and then you’re joined by Spencer and JJ.

“Good morning. What’s going on with you two?” JJ asks, loading up the monitors for the debriefing, her eyebrows raised.

“She’s in love with Hotch,” Derek says completely nonchalantly, and you rest your head on the table, on top of your forearms, and sigh.

“She’s what?” JJ’s whole face lights up, and you seriously regret everything.

“I’m not in love with anybody!” you mumble against your arms, and then you sit up, because you’re clearly going to have to defend yourself. “And I’d appreciate it if you quit saying that I am.”

“I told you I have evidence,” Derek reminds you, leaning back in his chair a little. One swift kick would have him toppling ass over tea kettle, but you’re too nice, even when he’s actively trying to ruin your life. “Shall I go over it while we wait?”

“I’ll be an objective third party,” Spencer says with a brief smile, and you sigh, wave your hand toward Derek.

“Alright, let’s hear it. I’m sure I have a perfectly reasonable explanation for whatever evidence you might think you have.” He grins like this is the moment he’s been waiting for, and you feel a little stupid for encouraging this.

“For one, you always look at him. When I’m delivering a profile, I notice you watching the locals, making sure they understand what we’re going over, since you're the queen of analyzing the micro expressions. But when Hotch is delivering a profile, your eyes are on him the whole time. Same goes for discussing theories on the jet; anyone else, and you’ve got your face in your tablet, scribbling notes, but you always look at him when he speaks.”

Your cheeks get hot. He’s a captivating speaker, is all, with that deep, velvety voice, and you can learn a lot from him, so you pay attention. That’s just being smart.

“Second, you tense when he gets close to you: not like you don’t want him to touch you, but like you’re halfway to jumping him already and trying to control it. I could probably put my hand in your pocket and you wouldn't even flinch, but if he leans over you to point at something you look like you’re about to cream your pants.”

“I have seen that, actually,” JJ offers, and you look over at her, betrayed. Sure, you get a whiff of his clean, crisp cologne, or feel the heat of him at your back, and your body reacts, reminds you that this is your boss and you’re at work and you can’t get turned on by the way he smells, but that’s actually a good thing, not an indicator of feelings or anything.

“Third, there’s something up with you and the gray suits. I can literally tell that he’s wearing one before I even see him, all because of the look on your face. It’s like you’re drunk on the gray suit.”

“Okay, that’s not true,” you say with a roll of your eyes—the gray suits are god tier, but there’s no way you’re that obvious—but it’s Spencer who speaks up, this time.

“You know, I have noticed that. Your pupils tend to be more dilated when his suit is gray or blue than when it’s black.” Fuck. You sigh.

“He barely ever wears the blue. It looks so good on him,” you murmur, and then you snap your eyes shut, cover your face with your hands. “Fuck. This is so embarrassing.”

“To be fair, we are profilers,” Derek says, leaning in to pat your back. “But also to be fair, he’s been a profiler longer than any of us, so if we know, he definitely knows.”

“Not helping, Derek,” you grind out, and then you’re joined by the rest of the team. Penelope takes the seat next to you, leans in with a worried tone of voice.

“Is everything okay?”

“She’s having a small crisis, but she’ll be fine,” JJ says with a smile, and you don’t miss the way Hotch looks you over when she says it, concern in his eyes. “Alright, so we’re headed to Arkansas…”

Later that morning, when you’ve been given your instructions—yours are heading to the crime scene with Emily and Derek—Hotch pulls you out into the hall, rests a gentle hand on your arm.

“Are you alright? JJ mentioned you were having a crisis earlier. This is the first time I’ve been able to get you alone, and I wanted to check on you.” You take a deep breath, look up at him, so handsome in a black suit, white shirt, green tie—he almost never wears a green tie, and you absently think it brings out the more golden tones of his eyes—and smile softly.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It’s really nothing. Personal stuff, and I’m dealing with it.” If by ‘dealing with it’ you mean you’ve been repressing it, shoving it down day in and day out until your feelings are choking you, then yeah, you’re dealing with it. “Thanks for checking, though, that’s kind of you.”

“Of course. I’m here to help in any way I can, if you need me.” Good god, do you need him, emotionally, physically, but that’s fantasy, and this, what he’s offering, is rooted in reality. Good things do happen, but not to you.

“Thanks.” Your voice is weak to your own ears, and he swallows, nods; you see Derek hovering by the door, waiting for you, and you pull away to join him, plastering a smile on your face. You don’t talk about it again until Friday, and at that point it’s extremely unavoidable.

It’s Casual Friday, newly implemented by the bureau as a way to boost morale, and while it doesn’t really excite you, because you’re fairly casual anyway, others take full advantage of it. Others, including Hotch.

He shows up to work wearing a black polo and dark jeans, his usual watch. It’s easily the most simplistic, basic outfit a man could decide to wear on Casual Friday, but this isn’t just a man, it’s Aaron fucking Hotchner, and so naturally, you lose your damn mind.

It wouldn’t be so bad if the damn polo didn’t fit him perfectly, tight across his shoulders and chest and the little tummy he has that makes you want to be under him so badly, your stomachs pressed together while he thrusts inside you, holding you tightly, his strong thighs working against yours…

“Hello, are you alive in there?” Emily asks, waving her hand in front of your face; the two of you, along with Derek, are in Penelope’s office for lunch while Rossi, Reid, and JJ are out of the office for a seminar. You blink, shake away your thoughts and hope and pray they don’t come back—but they’ll come back, they always do.

“She’s just short circuiting because of Hotch’s Casual Friday look,” Morgan says with a wink, sitting backward in his seat. “She’s been drooling so much I’ve had to follow her around with a mop to clean up after her.” You push your wheeled chair away from them with a groan, needing space and air and, potentially, a brain transplant. You’ve gotten nothing done all day long.

“Can you blame me? The man comes in here everyday, buttoned up tight, looking incredible in a suit and tie, and then he shows up in that black polo, all snug and hot and delicious, and you expect me not to freak out? You guys are lucky I didn’t pass out.” You’re met with silence, and you blink, confused, at your friends, but they’re all just kind of staring with looks of barely concealed humor. “What? It’s not like it’s a secret that I want to climb him like a tree.”

“Pretty sure it was a secret to him,” Penelope says, looking shocked, and you whip around in your chair to see Hotch standing in the doorway, wide-eyed and a little flushed.

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry. I, uh—” He raises a hand, waves you off.

“It’s okay. No harm done; thank you, for the, uh. Compliment.” He steps forward, hands a manila folder to Penelope. “Thanks for taking care of these,” he says softly, and then, unsurprisingly, he gets the hell out of there. You wish you could disappear off the face of the Earth.

“Fuck, holy fuck,” you mutter when he’s gone, leaning forward with your head in your hands. “That’s it, I’m quitting. It’s been nice knowing you guys.”

“Okay, don’t be dramatic,” Derek says, and you look up to glare at him; he’s the one that started all this in the first place. You were fine, feelings tamped down and suppressed, until he brought it up and then told everyone you know.

“Don’t tell me not to be dramatic, Derek! This is all your fault. You never respect my boundaries, you never know when to just let me be, you always have to pick and pick until you wear me down. Maybe I had a reason for wanting to keep my feelings private, did you ever think of that?”

“I know you're upset,” Emily begins softly, because there’s some pretty thick tension between you and Derek now, but you stand up, push your chair across the room, and shake your head.

“I’m not upset, I’m fucking humiliated. I’m going home; let him know I’m sick, will you?” You exhale deeply, storm upstairs and grab your stuff and drive home with tears in your eyes. You’ve never been so embarrassed in your life, and add that to the absolute heartbreak you’re feeling? You’re just happy you make it to your apartment, so you can break down with cheesecake and a sappy, romantic comedy with a happy ending: those perfect, fictional worlds are pretty much the only place one is guaranteed. You are, as planned, hunkered down on the sofa in your softest pajamas, watching You’ve Got Mail and eating the center out of an entire cheesecake with a spoon when there’s a knock at your door. You groan, pick up your cheesecake tin, and walk over to it, fully expecting it to be Derek come to beg for forgiveness for ruining your life, so it’s no surprise you drop your dessert on the floor when it’s actually Hotch on the other side.

He looks down at the tin, then up at your face, cracks the barest hint of a smile.

“I thought you were sick; I brought soup,” he says, holding up a paper bag, and your heart thumps in your chest. You wipe a hand over your face, because you haven’t been exactly neat in your heartache cheesecake consumption, and then you kick the tin across the floor and invite him in, closing the door behind him.

“I thought it was obvious that I wasn’t actually sick, just… really embarrassed,” you say when he turns back to look at you. “I can’t believe you heard all that stuff I said… I’m really sorry I made you uncomfortable.” You take the bag from his hand and invite him to follow you into the kitchen, where you set it on the counter, lean against it. He comes close, but not so close you can’t function, which is good; your comfy pajamas are shorts and a loose tank top, so you feel a little exposed already.

“You didn’t make me uncomfortable,” he says softly, and you frown, must have heard him wrong. He presses his fingertips against the counter, as if for support. “You didn’t make me uncomfortable. It was… unexpected,” he explains, “very unexpected, but I’m not uncomfortable.”

You flush hot, and you can feel the bad decision part of your brain switching on, warning bells ringing in your head.

Whatever you do next has the potential to be extremely stupid, and you would like to avoid that at all costs; you love your job, after all, despite how physically and emotionally exhausting it can be, and you love your team. Time to think with your upstairs brain only.

“That makes me feel a little better,” you say truthfully, and despite the pep talk you just gave yourself, you move closer to him like there’s an invisible magnetic force between you; you would imagine a guy like Hotch would step back, keep his distance, but he only cranes his neck a little so he can look down at you more easily.

God, he’s tall. And he smells good, and his face is perfect, and that goddamn polo...

“Good, I’m glad. I don’t want you to feel bad about this. I’m not uncomfortable, it’s not… it’s not unwanted.” You swallow audibly, looking up at him, wondering if he knows what he’s saying, what it sounds like.

“It’s not?” you ask, and it comes out breathy; he takes a small step closer to you, brushes his fingers over your arm, peers into your eyes.

“No, it’s not. I’ve been thinking of you, too; I know you know you’re beautiful, but you’re also so smart, and strong-willed, and a force to be reckoned with. I’m proud to have you on my team, and I’d be proud… to have you climb me like a tree.” He smiles again, just the barest hint of one, and you put your arms around him and pull him closer for a kiss.

One long, slow, perfect kiss turns into another, then another, and he presses your back against the counter, his hands on your face and your hands on his thick waist; you hum into the kiss, revel in the feel of his lips on yours, his tongue sweeping past them, and when you pull back for air it feels like there’s only one question that needs to be asked.

“Bedroom?” you breathe, and he nods, and you take his hand and pull him in that direction, pausing to kiss him several times before you get there. “You don’t happen to have a condom, do you?” you ask, breathless, guiding him to the bed, and he frowns, shakes his head.

“I didn’t want to seem presumptuous.” You grin at that, lean forward and kiss him, your fingers in his hair.

“I find it so hot that you even say presumptuous. I might have one here somewhere.” You open your nightstand, move around books and toys until you find a couple; you flip them over, checking to see if they’re expired, and offer him a couple options. “They’re still good, surprisingly. You can, uh. Choose the one that would work best.”

He looks them over, picks one and hands back the rest, and you throw them back in the drawer and slide into his lap, wrap your arms around his shoulders.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says, holding your waist as you look down at him, completely in awe that this is happening. “But I want to clarify: if you’re looking for something casual, I don’t think we should go any further.” You inhale softly, surprised by his straightforwardness, and you lean in, kiss him slowly.

“I don’t want casual. I want to be with you.” His eyes are so brilliant, dark in the dim light of your bedroom, and he nods, presses his lips to yours and slides his hands beneath your top, guides it over your head. Then they move to your shorts, slipping them gently off your hips, and you stand so he can push them to the ground.

You’re both breathing heavily, a little rough, and you step between his legs, kiss him again, run your hands down his chest, closing your eyes with a sigh because you finally get to feel him after a year of just imagining what it would be like. After a beat, you open your eyes, look into his, smile.

“Really grateful for Casual Friday,” you whisper. “Otherwise you might never have found out I’m kind of in love with you.” You ease the polo over his head, drop it on the ground and encourage him to stand so you can take off his pants; he does, but before you can drop to your knees as planned, he takes your face in his hands, presses one soft kiss against your mouth.

“I’m more than kind of in love with you.” Oh, if that isn’t the greatest sentence your ears have ever heard… You wrap your arms around his neck, kiss a little more, forgetting that you planned to finish undressing him; when you remember, you make quick work of it, then have him lay back against the bed and settle between his legs.

You put your mouth on him because you want to, more than anything, and his hand drops to your hair, caressing you while you suck slowly, deeply, holding him with one hand and pressing against his stomach with the other. His moans are soft and gorgeous, his body tense beneath your hand, and you’d do this all night, but he murmurs your name, coaxes you up, puts his hands on your back as you settle against him.

“You’re so incredible. I never would have imagined I’d get this, get you,” he breathes, skimming his hands over your sides and hips, and you kiss softly, steamy and sweet.

“Me neither.” You lean up, make space for him to roll on the condom, and then press him inside; your breath hitches, and so does his, and you lay on top of him, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, arms around each other tightly while you move. “Hmm. Aaron,” you sigh, hair falling around him, and he groans, digs his fingertips into your hips.

“Sounds so perfect coming out of your mouth.” You smile, but it slips away when he surges up to kiss you, leans up so he’s sitting with you in his lap. He slides a broad hand up your back, wraps it around the nape of your neck, and pumps his hips up as you sink down, eliciting a series of soft, eager moans from the both of you.

“Feels like I’ve waited so long; I’ve never wanted someone as badly as I wanted you,” you tell him, chest heaving, and he brings you to him for a kiss, something a little rougher, less refined. He’s getting close.

“Never. You make me feel so much.” You reach back against his leg for support, work harder to bring him off, and when he comes he crushes his mouth against yours, delicious and more uncontrolled than you’ve ever seen him. He chants your name, so soft and sweet rolling off of his tongue, and then gets you on your back so he can press deeply inside.

You feel so incredibly full, panting beneath him, your hands on his waist and your feet on the backs of his thighs; his perfect face is inches from yours, all shallow breaths and decadent, passionate kisses, and when you climax you pull him closer, sigh, unravel completely in his embrace.

Maybe good things do happen after all. You hold each other and talk for a while, after a quick pitstop to the restroom, and then your stomach growls—understandably, since the only thing to fill it since lunch was that stupid cheesecake—and Hotch orders takeout on his phone from bed; god bless technology.

There’s a knock at the door twenty minutes later, and you know that’s quick for your favorite Thai place, but you’re not complaining because you’re officially starving. He offers to grab it, throws on his boxers and heads for the living room; after a few minutes, you wonder what’s taking so long, pull on your robe and go to check on him.

Hotch is talking to Derek, who is standing in your living room with a piece of cheesecake and a shit eating grin.

“I came with a peace offering, but now I think I’ll wait for a, ‘Thank you, Derek,’” he says, and you roll your eyes, stalk over and take the cheesecake out of his hands. You give it to Hotch, lean up to kiss Derek on the cheek, and push him toward the door.

“Thank you, Derek. Go away, Derek,” you say with a smile of your own, and he raises his palms and retreats down the hall, laughing as he goes.

This is just one more thing he’ll tease you mercilessly about, but this time the benefits outweigh the costs. Taglist ❤️: @arsonhotchner @mrsh0tchner @ssahotchie @sleepyreaderreads @mintphoenix @meghannnnnn @disgruntledchowchow @azenpal @g-l-pierce @my-rosegold-soul @ssamorganhotchner

[softgumi]

Tokyo Rev HCs

A/N: this manga is currently my new obsession, so I've been dying to write this lol, also angry is literally my favorite he makes me so soft AHSNSKJS

TW's: yandere content, 90% of the characters are mentally ill already so like they're crazy, the term 'chubby chaser' is used, pre-established relationships for some of them (angry, draken, chifuyu), I tried to avoid any manga spoilers but pls tell me if I missed anything lmao, unhealthy relationships, unhealthy coping mechanisms (HEAVY on Mikey), the word homicide is used once (1), 

✧ Mikey is the most paranoid, if I'm being completely honest. He's lost so many people and Mikey is genuinely terrified of his darling dying. He literally has nightmares about his darling being killed, so while he's extremely good at hiding it, Mikey is incredibly paranoid. Due to his paranoia, Mikey tends to kind of isolate his darling. Doesn't full on kidnap them exactly, but there's a very obvious power imbalance between Mikey and his darling. He has clear control over them, and it's kind of like he has an invisible leash around them. It's okay, though! He's not mean at all! 

✧ on the other hand, there's Souya. He's sweet, abnormally so, when it comes to his darling. Literally all he wants to do is take care of them and make sure that they're happy. Souya is one of the yanderes that I can see being in an actual relationship with his darling. He's kind of shy when it comes to them, so Smiley basically acts like his wingman in the early stages of Souya's infatuation. It's kind of hard to avoid being with Souya, too. Smiley, if his brother's darling isn't cooperative, will literally threaten them into being with Souya. He just wants his twin to be happy! 

✧ speaking of him, Nahoya is literally so funny to me because he's completely aggressive for like no reason. I'm not saying he's violent with his darling, he's just so loud and proud about how he feels about them. His confession was kind of embarrassing and I can imagine that his darling kind of ignored him afterward LMAO. He was like, "YO, I LITERALLY LOVE YOU SO MUCH~" in front of a bunch of people and the way he said it was so aggressive. He's extremely clingy, even if he isn't necessarily in a relationship with them yet. He's the type to tell everyone that he's their boyfriend and future husband, Nahoya's a total menace. 

✧ the only way to describe Draken is a huge guard dog. Much like with Angry, I can see him actually being in a relationship with his darling. He's such a devoted significant other, too! Draken'll literally do anything for his darling, he's so loyal and honestly sweet that it's hard not to love him. He's kind of blunt with his feelings, though, and his red flags are so clear it's almost pathetic. He'll literally tell his darling that seeing them with other people makes him feel like committing homicide and act like it's nothing out of the ordinary. He makes up for it, though, so his darling kind of ignores that. 

✧ lol Chifuyu gets so frustrated when he first realizes that he's fallen so hard for someone. He gets weirdly mad about it, too, and Baji ends up mercilessly teasing him about it. Baji probably ends up confessing for Chifuyu, too, which he absolutely does on accident. Like, he was so used to teasing Chifuyu that he accidentally let it slip in front of Chifuyu's darling. He was so mad, too, but he got over it because it eventually led to him dating his darling. A thing to watch out for with Chifuyu is how jealous and possessive he can get sometimes. He's almost as bad as Draken, almost.

[spunkpunx]

I Don’t Share - Kai Anderson

Plot: Reader is the only person who Kai Anderson ever really listened to.

Word count: 1899

Warnings: SMUT, Manipulative reader, Smoking, Blood, Aggressive Sex, Mocking, It’s AHS Cult so it’s gonna be dark, Misogyny

I walked down the steps, into the basement. The place he dwelled. The dark web was a strange place, full of internet trolls, but something about Kai Anderson was different. Something in his words garnered attention, and now, it was time to find out.

“Hello?” I called out confidently. At this point in my life, nothing scared me, not even death, but my survival was important. After all, what could I achieve from beyond the grave? To be without fear is to be dangerous.

“Who are you?” a voice called out from the sofa. The man sat there was not the man I expected to see, and I was pleasantly surprised.

“Kai Anderson?” I queried, and he nodded. I had expected someone much less attractive, but Kai’s dark eyes, handsome face and fit body were all things that played into my hands. His eyes bore into me as I walked into the room and sat opposite him. he wore sweatpants, and his shoulder length hair was dyed blue.

“Answer my question, bitch,” he snapped at me, but I just looked at him disapprovingly, taking a cigarette from my pocket and lighting it. He glared at my lack of response, but I made sure to take my time before I replied.

“When a dog bites it’s master, they take it into the yard and put a bullet in its head,” I calmly spoke, resisting a smile at the taken aback expression on his face. The surprise soon turned into rage, and he stood up and grabbed me by the collar of my t-shirt, making me jump.

“I don’t even know you! No bitch will be the master of me!” Kai yelled, and I met his eyes with a level gaze. I gave him a look, a look of indifference, and he released me from his grasp. He stood above me.

“Sit down Kai, I’m not speaking to you until you sit.”

“Fuck off.”

I met his eye with a steely glare, and reluctantly, he took a seat the other side of the coffee table.

“Now, I’m (y/n) (l/n), and I came to see you because I need you,” I began to explain. Kai raised an eyebrow. “There’s something about you Kai, that shocks people, that commands attention, but you’re wasting it away sat sweating in this shitty basement.”

He leant foreword in his seat, starting to listen more attentively. It was almost too easy.

“Now I have a proposal, because I need you to realise your potential,” I continued, and he was captivated.

•

The cult had been running for just over a month. Of course, no one had identified it as what it was yet, but it was coming together as intended. When I first met Kai, I wanted to rile him up and let him lose to wreak havoc on the world, to scare people into action, but after speaking to him, I realised an intelligence more than I had initially thought. It was a waste not to push him forward into something on a national level. Of course, he had been harder to break than I first thought, but eventually I had had him wrapped around my finger using the only weapon women had against men, the weapon that sat between my legs.

Within the ring I took the position of Kai’s right hand and lover, his assistant, and it was widely assumed that I was abused and too love struck by our “Divine Ruler” to realise. As much as they admired him, they feared him. In reality, I was in control. Everything Kai had become was because of me.

I knew I had control at the first “pinky ritual”. As soon as our fingers made contact he dived into the first questions, but by that point I’d already won. He was angry, emotional, irrational. I’d got under his skin. It didn’t take long for me to turn the questioning round onto him, and soon he was spilling his guts to me. Everything about his parents, his brother and sister, every fear, hate, love and regret in his life he gave to me. We had sex and with that he’d given me all of his power.

Despite the impression that the rest of the cult held, Kai was ready to lick the shit off of my shoe if I asked. Of course, that didn’t mean I had absolute control. His ideas were his own, I just gave him a push in the right direction. After the killing of Bob Thompson and his gimp, I had pulled Kai’s mask off and kissed him, hard, to show my appreciation. He pulled our bodies closer together and when he brushed his finger across my lip I could taste the blood on it. From that point on, there was no better sight for me than a bloodied Kai Anderson.

•

“I don’t share Kai,” I stated, coldly, as he walked down into the basement. I had been sat on the sofa, waiting for him to return.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t lie to me,” I spat. “You’ve been upstairs fucking Mrs. Lavender,” I pointed out, referring to Meadow.

“There’s a reason,” he defended himself simply. “She needed to think I loved her so she’ll be willing to die for me. It’s exactly what you asked.”

“I don’t think you understand,” I replied slowly, opening my legs to reveal no underwear on beneath my skirt, and I noticed Kai’s next words catch in his throat. “You belong to me. To this.” I gestured my womanhood. He knelt in front of me on the floor, tracing his hands along my thighs, temptation in his eyes.

“No, I don’t,” Kai spat. I snapped my thighs shut and he pulled his hands away sharply. “I am the Divine Ruler,” he announced, standing to lean over me, taking my throat in his hand and squeezing slightly. I looked him back in his dark eyes coolly, daring him to do what he was threatening to do. Kai didn’t have the strength in him to kill me.

“I made you what you are.” I felt his grip tighten. “You’re nothing without me,” I croaked, my voice hoarse as he cut off my breath. His grip tightened more, and for a moment I almost considered he might go through with it. I saw a tear run down his face and then he let go. He dropped his head, tears running down his face, and I opened my arms to him. He dropped down to the sofa, next to me, falling into my embrace. He buried his head into my shoulder and sobbed, while I stroked his hair, shushing him.

“I’m sorry,” he almost whimpered. I pushed him down of the sofa, back on his knees in front of me, opening my legs. He sighed in appreciation, his eyes darkening with lust. As he reached his hand towards my leg I smacked it away.

“No, you have to beg,” I instructed. He looked up to meet my eye. There’s nothing more dangerous than a humiliated man, he had once said, but here he was, willing to get down on his knees in front of me and beg for my attention.

“Please, forgive me, (y/n). Let me touch you,” he pleaded pathetically. I leant forward and took his jaw in my hand, guiding his lips up to meet my own. He desperately leaned into the kiss, sitting up on his knees to pull us closer. His hand ran along my thigh and brushed across my heat, and when I didn’t pull away he rubbed the rough pad of his thumb against my clit before pushing a finger inside of me. I let myself moan against his kiss. He added another finger and curled them inside of me, swallowing my noises up with his lips. I pulled away from the kiss, panting.

“I want you to show me how much you hate me Kai,” I told him, and he removed his fingers from me, confused. I continued, pulling my shirt over my head leaving me in my bra. “Oh, I know you do. The way I make you feel confused, the way I treat you. I let you know how much of a piece of shit you are and you let me tell you that. What kind of man are you? You hate the way I make your prick harder than anyone else could,” I tease, reaching to grab his erect cock through his trousers. I pull my knees back, showing my full pussy out in front of him and that’s all he takes to snap. He stands up and pushes me down on the couch, kneeling himself between my knees before pulling his shirt over his head. It’s hard not to admire his muscular body. It’s no wonder he could get people to believe he was their god, he looked exactly like one. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them down, freeing his cock from his boxers and stroking it while looking at me.

“You’re right,” he told me harshly, grabbing my jaw and resting his thumb in my mouth so I kept it open. “I do fucking hate you.” With that he leant forward towards me and spat directly into my mouth. His harsh words were making me drip with lust. Without any warning he plunged his cock into my warmth, grunting and dropping his hands to my grip onto my waist and the flesh of my stomach. He pounded into me relentlessly, letting out small moans of pleasure. I panted, and when he hit a spot inside of me I let out a breathy moan. I felt a sting across my face, realising that he’d slapped me. He moved a hand to my thigh, pressing it back toward my chest. He growled as he hit my cervix, his hands heavy and his grip tight. Kai grabbed my throat and leant over my body to give the most bruising kiss, and as he pushed my legs back, his cock hit even deeper in me. I even whimpered as he mercilessly pounded into me, harder and harder. His kiss travelled, down my neck, and I felt him take the skin between his teeth, leaving bite marks. I took his head in my hands, fingers tangled in his hair, and I connected our mouths once more, tongues and teeth colliding. He let out another desperate moan. Even when he hated me I still controlled him. The room was filled with the sound of wet kisses and skin slapping. I felt the pleasure build and reached down to rub myself, reaching a shuddering climax and clenching around Kai. He let out a groan and swore, pounding into me faster, his thrusts sloppy. He pulled my bra down and grabbed onto my tits, desperately panting and he brought himself closer to finish. I could do nothing but moan and tremble as his thrusting overstimulated me. His breathy moans brought me to finish a second time, a wave of pleasure hitting me and making me shake again. Kai groaned, pushing himself balls deep inside me and spilling hot cum. He collapsed down on top of me and I let him rest his head on my chest, wrapping my legs around his waist and kissing the top of his head.

“I do think I could love you, Kai,” I murmured against his hair, and I had no reason to say it, but I truly meant it.

[barachiki]

Still not feeling well so I will cheer myself up by telling you a story about the most amazing meal I have ever had.

The context first: I used to have a terrible overbite. I used to be teased mercilessly about this and my dentist said maybe the shape of my jaw was also one of the factors of my headaches (turns out: no). So we decided that when I grew up I would see if I wanted the surgery to realign my upper jaw.

Flash forward to 2006: I just graduate university and I make the decision to get the surgery. It… was awful. I will spare you the grizzly details of the surgery, but it involved a lot of numbness, swelling, and a few weeks of liquid morphine and a liquid diet.

I was living with my brother and my cousin at the time, and they knew I was feeling pretty down, drinking my protein shakes and feeling sorry for myself. I couldn’t even have mashed potatoes because it was too heavy, and it wasn’t recommended in this leaflet I got from the hospital of suggested foods.

But one day, I was sulking in my room, probably on my Livejournal or something, and I get a knock on my door, and it is my brother with a glass of this orange liquid and he said he made me some lunch. It looked like a mango smoothie, but it smelled different. He had a big smile on his face and the hospital recommendations in his other hand. I take a sip and am entirely shocked... (This is going to sound so bizarre) it was a glass of blended up macaroni and cheese with a little hot sauce. He had looked through the hospital guidelines and found a recipe for blended mac and cheese, and it was in my life the best meal I think I have had and will ever have.

Now you might be thinking, Barachiki, that sounds revolting. How can you say that was your best meal ever? Well let me remind you, I had consumed nothing but Boost and protein shakes for over a week by that point. I was in pain and drugged, I was sad and was dying for some comfort food. And my brother made me something very comforting. It sounds disgusting, but it just tasted like mac and cheese with a bit of hot sauce for extra flavour (which helped because all the protein shakes were so bland I had forgotten food could have flavour) And I was used to the liquid diet so the texture didn’t bother me.

Also, before anyone asks, I probably wouldn’t like to have that meal again. It needed the context of being in the situation, the recovery etc. and I have such a perfect memory of how it felt, I don’t need to do it again.

Anyways, I was thinking about this today, because I had a protein shake (which are still disgusting to me) and I was reminded how awesome my brother is.

[sultryvodka]

So I was wondering if I could request William from Moriarty. You can choose if you want it to be headcanons or a scenario. I don't mind either. 🥰🥰 But, basically Reader and William are in a relationship. However she has never seen William mad or express a lot of emotions. (Nevertheless he's always been a kind significant other.) So she decides that today she was going to tease him and try to get a rise out of him. Thus she does. Which William at these teases just sort of smirks. (Although there's a dark glint behind his eyes). At the end of the day when Reader and William are about to go to bed, as soon as the door closes.. Reader is in for some "Punishment".

So needless to say it's a but NSFWish. Feel free to decide on any k*nks and things related too! Of course if it makes you uncomfortable feel free to ignore it. 🥰

aHhh finally a spoicy request, i'm surprised the first one i received is for none other than william moriarty. man i just LOVE this show so much. alright enough chit-chat, let's get on with this, shall we?

dom! william james moriarty x bratty/sub! fem reader

warnings: smut, fingering, profanity, oral sex, degradation, consensual sex, & orgasm control

[ established relationship ]

- you and william have been an item for a good 6 months now, you've known each other since both him and louis were still part of the orphanage. you happen to be the silent type, much like his younger brother.

- as a toddler, you've silently observed william and louis from a distance, finding yourself quite interested in whatever they talked about.

- william had always been quite the cunning man and it still holds to this day, 24 years of age without a wrinkle insight. during the times you spent with him as a curious 6 year old, his facade doesn't shift unless his brother is involved.

- over the period that william was out of reach, you happen to go about your own simple life and managed to become a teacher at the local kindergarten. your free period spent around the walls of the orphanage.

- one faithful day, the moriarty brothers paid a surprise visit, offering to shoulder the school fees and monthly allowance. you were beyond grateful and william found himself coming every weekend just to see you.

- he wouldn't miss coming by until he eventually offered you to stay inside their manor. he figured it would save you from the trouble of ticket fees from the village your place used to be. little by little he told you about his plans, afraid you might run away from him.

- but you knew him well enough and nothing would push you away from him.

- william took his time with you, taking you out on proper dates and you enjoyed it. he was nothing but kind, sweet, and respectful towards you. that was until this evening.

- it was all because of your sneaky scheme of trying to get a rise out of him. william had to teach at the university today, you told him that you'll behave yourself and simply pretend like you're one of his students.

- you didn't stay true to your words though. teasing him slightly as you shift in your seat, rubbing your thighs and chewing on your bottom lip. you both held eye contact very well but william kept his attention on everything and everyone else but you.

- to your disappointment, your lover didn't pay you the attention you craved for. not until you finished supper and headed to your respective quarters.

!! nsfw, 18+ !!

" you look disappointed, my darling. have i done something wrong? " william whispers softly as he held you from behind, one arm around your waist as the other caresses your neck. you can feel him smirk as he trails open-mouthed kisses unto the exposed skin of your back. hearing your sweet little whimpers made him sigh as your clothed ass rubs against his hardened cock. a deep chuckle follows as he guides your body to face him, hands tangled with the laces that held your dress perfectly tight against the curves of your body.

you look up at him through your lust-blown eyes and heavy eyelids, pleading him to touch every part of your body for the relief you've been aching for. he presses a kiss on your cheek, whispering reassurances as he rids you of your clothes. once your dress falls off to the ground, his hands found your body. warm hands in contrast to that of the cold sea breeze from the small gaps on the windows. your hands found his cheeks as he slipped his tongue between your lips, sucking and tasting every bit of your mouth. yes it was sloppy but every movement of his ignited the warmth inside your chest and your dripping cunt.

" Liam, please. " you begged through your pants, pulling his hand to slip inside your soaked panties. a moan escapes his and your lips as two of his fingers easily slipped inside your pulsating lips. you've never seen william with a creased forehead and ragged breathing. he looked so hot with sweat dripping down his forehead. his eyes finally met yours, but the glint of his eyes were feral and angry. " Look at you begging like a pathetic little bitch. I would have never imagined that a sweet girl like you could beg this desperately. Huh? What was that --- fuck! Look at you choke on your own words. Be a good girl and keep those moans to yourself. " you bit down on your lip as william began slamming his fingers into your wet pussy. those words coming from his mouth sent you close to your orgasm. but you want to be his good girls so you held both your moans and your climax.

he watches as you squirm and held unto his arm as he curls his fingers, hitting just the right spot to push you over the edge. his red eyes peering over your pathetic irises as he mercilessly pull his fingers all the way out. the grin on his face made you tremble with arousal. " Go on doll, tell me what you want me to do. "

" Please sir, make me cum on your fingers. "

william smirks at your words, satisfied with the response you gave him, he bent down and licked at your throbbing clit before pushing his fingers back in. " Go on princess, beg for me. " you screamed for his mercy, wanting to reach your climax like the greedy woman you are. his fingers curled, reaching the sensitive flesh as he peppered small kisses unto your glistening cunt. only pulling away as your juices coated his hand. he chuckles, soothing your quivering thighs as he pushed his digits into your mouth. " Clean them up for me, my love. I'm not done with you just yet. "

well that was quite... 👀🤌 something. anyway it's my first timing posting, let alone finish a proper smut scene. let me know if i missed any warnings and i sincerely apologize for any mistakes grammar & spelling wise. i want to post at least more than twice a week so i'll work on my other requests in the morning. i hope you guys liked it! feel free to send in your requests and comment down any suggestions and creative criticism. i would love to work on my writing for both you guys & myself. ♡ have good day/night!