#ok just noticed the door is backwards I'm sorry

[svatleena-delvera]

Hii, i hope your having a good day! I just wanted to ask if you could do the reverse death thing again but for Tyler instead? If not it’s totally fine, thank you very much!!

Sorry I was busy at my exam's i couldn't answer all your requests but here we are!

Warning's: character death angst to fluff

✨as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me✨

Ashlyn ask if everyone was ready you all agreed and the seating arrangement was you were in between Taylor and tyler and beside Taylor was Ben and Logan was at the back

"alright you know what to do right? Close the gate after we're out then run to-" Aiden cut was Ashlyn was gonna say saying

"to the other door. Wait for you to honk and then bolt for the jeep...I got it don't worry"

you were holding Tyler's hand and feeling him squeeze you're hand you look at him with a smile and tyler return the same thing when he was about to say something Ashlyn already started to drive making you both jolt backwards

While driving Ashlyn honk and you saw aiden get in the jeep

"are they following??"

"y-yeah but they aren't keeping up" Logan was holding a sniper in the back of the jeep

And they continue to talk about going to the next town (to lazy to add the text)

Ben and tyler were holding a flash light while Aiden was bugging Ashlyn to play music

"you good tyler wanna switch place?" You asked he think for a minute before nodding and you both switch

"thanks (name) my arms were kinda sore too" he said while rubbing his arm

"after all your training in baseball you still have a sore arm I'm not surprise"

"hey I'm still stronger" you two continue to giggled making Taylor butt in and kept chatting not so loud though

Once Ashlyn took a turn not so long she turn right (or was it left?)the jeep making you fall to Tyler

"what was that for?!" Ashlyn just looked at hi. The answerd

"there was a big tree root in the road"

"that's strange?, this road is usually well-maintained" then Ashlyn ran over something making Logan yelp

When Ashlyn came passing in the gas station she bolted the jeep making it speed

"hey! What's with the sudden speed?!"

Then another root was past making the jeep bump again

"hey Ashlyn you good" you said looking at her

"Ashlyn?.. what's up" Aiden said you two saw the terrified look in Ashlyn's face

"what happened to the road" Taylor said looking terrified aswell

Tyler asked Ashlyn to go back because this is seriously not ok

"we cant... Because it's right behind us" when she said that you can now heard the tud's of someone running but bigger

You all look back then shock what's right behind you

A giant phantom looking like a centipede but bigger

While we all are panicking you couldn't help but notice Ashlyn was more stressed because she was the driver

"screw it!" She then turn the jeep right and the big pillar's hand claw whatever was in your door making you yelp in fear holding tyler

Ashlyn then question if you all are alright

"the door is banged up pretty bad, but none of are hurt" tyelr said sounding more terrified

Now you were holding tyler who was holding ben and Taylor you were also worried about Logan in the back

We kept getting bump by roots the jeep was making to much shaking making you bump the door you heard a click then suddenly.....

You heard Tyler scream while reaching out for you

"(name)!!" Tyler was holding a hand for you yet he didn't grab you

"go back Ashlyn!! Go back" tyler said while Ben was holding him down "I can't!"

Now you were on the ground you tried to grip on the floor yet you fell in the cliff

You wished it was already time out you wish you woke up already then you bump into a tree then you were suddenly impaled by a tree

"Ashlyn please go back (name)! Theyre still there Ashlyn!" Tyler said causing a tantrum Ben and Taylor were now holding him Taylor started to tear aswell she's worried about you too

Since you came with them everything change with tyler you were her friend and she even called you her sister-in-law

"we will! But we have to survive first!"

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"(name)!!" The parents heard tyler screaming in the bus you were shaking violently your pupils were widen Taylor and tyler holds you

"help please !!"

You're parents check you out "(name) sweetie wake up! What happened?!" Then Ashlyn's dad scoop you "hey where are you taking my child?!" Your mom holds Ashlyn's dad

"were taking them to the hospital!"

You were now at the hospital the parents and your friends are waiting in the waiting room (duh)

Your parents couldn't sit still your father calmed your mother down while she's in a brief of anger and depression

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You suddenly woke up seeing a nurse the nurse turn around to you and saw you looking like a crazy person you aske her what's going on

Youre heart rate was starting to increase

You sat down holding your stomach feeling the sore the monitor kept beeping

You shouted trying to escape the nurse you were struggling due to the pain but you flash back to Tyler

He looked at me while i fell in the jeep

I wanna go to him i need him and my friends are they ok did they survive?!

You can hear Taylor's screams you then got out of the nurses grip and ran you held your stomach and rip the wire that was attached to your arm

You tried not to pass out but you felt dizzy pushing everything then there you are... You saw them mostly

Him

Tyler stop then ran and wrap you in his arms

"are yo-you, you're here, your okay" tyler didn't stop himself for tearing up

Your mom suddenly jump to you too "your alright darling" tyler loose the hug to you and your mother didn't stop kissing your face and hugging you thigthly

Then suddenly two nurse came and aske mom and dad if they were my legal parents

Tyler kept whispering how he was worried while Taylor tried to calm him ,ben text if your ok and, logan cried on how he was worried about you, and Aiden uh? His an asshole but his words were in a worried tone aswell

"wait where's Ashlyn"

"she grab things with her dad.... I'm just glad your alright" Taylor said smiling at you

While they took you back at your room tyler said

"I'm glad you're alright please dont leave me... I love you to much" you he peck you're cheeks you giggled at him and hold him thigth "i love you too to much Tyler" you smiled at him then carry on the room

Daym never thought Tyler's more longer making story than Aiden btw Aiden's part is on my masterlist goodbye!

Masterlist | about me | rules

[piffany666]

Ok just one more punk progeny wont hurt ~

Chapter 9: differences

(Ftm Bright eyes - uses he/him pronouns)

(Lovely demi girl - uses they/she pronouns)

Tw: underage drinking

Lovely gave a hesitant knock on Bright's door.

A few seconds later Lovely was met with a very agitated looking Bright eyes.

"What is it?....you brought wine...?"

Bright's tone was initially very defensive, until his gase made its way down to the noticeably large and decadent bottle in Lovely's hands.

"Yeah I found it on one of the shelves in the hallway, its not doing any good being up there so i thought why not use it to celebrate you becoming part of the solair clan? I know you're technically not old enough to drink but hey! I think spending eternity being 19 is way too harsh of a punishment to do sober, so what do ya say?"

Bright eyes looked stunned, but nonetheless, he answered.

"I say mind the empty boxes and get your ass and that bottle in here!"

20 minutes later:

Let it never be said that Bright and Lovely weren't lightweights.

They were both sitting on the bed, pouring wine that was older than both of them combined into mugs Bright had brought up to his new room.

The blush on Bright's face was a shade of crimson against his skin. Lovely's was a deep pink.

They giggled between slurred words as they housed down the wine.

"Ok ok so- im sorry i-i have to ask"

Slurred Lovely.

"Yeah? Hic* whats up?"

Bright eyes answered, finding it increasingly difficult to sit up.

"You and Porter?"

Lovely didnt even finish before they both burst into a cascade of giggles, she didnt have to. Bright knew what she ment.

"Whaaat?"

Asked Bright eyes, as if Lovely was judging him for his taste in men.

"Nothing nothing! It's just hic* I heard from alexis that you where hehe~"

Lovely playfully nudged Bright's side, he giggled and pushed her away in response.

"Dont be gross!"

"Haha! What? I was just asking! I mean you've only known him like less than 20 minutes"

Bright couldn't help but smirk at this

"Uhh actually hehe we had already met, at a bar hic* the other day"

"Oooh! So this was like a reunion? Got it"

"Hehe yeeah, wait hic* how dose alexis know about that?"

Lovely began pouring another mug

"Oh she said she walked in on you two going at it in the hallway"

Bright eyes nudged Lovely with his mug, gesturing that hed like a refill

"Oooohh that explains why he dipped out on me"

Lovely began pouring another mug.

"He's probably waiting for YOU you know? I bumped into alexis on my way here so he's defiantly finished talking with her soooo"

Lovely was done with refilling his cup however he nudged her arm while she was pouring, indicating that he wanted more than what she was allowing him to have.

Lovely stumbled a bit because of this and for a second she worried that the wine would spill onto the bed and stain it.

"Yeeaah but I'll be damned if i wait around for a man for too long so hic* i left after he was gone for like hic* 1 minute...?"

Bright took the mug from her without any consideration that it could spill, and to Lovely's relief it didnt.

"What you gonna do if he shows up here?"

"Hic* I dunno probly turn him away"

"Heck Yeah!"

Lovely high fived the hand that didnt contain a mug full of wine.

"You know how much me and vincent hate Porter? I'm not judging you buuut"

Bright scoffed

"Why tho?"

"Hic* long story, I can already feel a headache forming"

Lovely grabbed at the skin between her forehead. Her vision was begining to blur. So was Bright's

"Damn how'd you manage to get a hangover BEFORE you're done drinking?"

"Oh piss off!"

Lovely playfully pushed him but due to his state he fell backwards instantly, the wine splashed as he fell

"OH SHI-"

Bright exploded with laughter, ignoring the wine he spilled over himself.

Thankfully he didn't get any on the bed sheet.

Once they had both calmed down, Lovely realized something.

"Wait- Wait.... Porter told us that he was talking a 'newborn' to the summit as his plus one"

Bright looked stunned, then his brows furrowed.

"Was he talking about you?!"

The question caused Bright's previous expression to change into one of suprise and confusion.

"I mean....he didn't SAY anything to me about it...?"

Lovely pushed herself up from the bed

"So you're telling me that asswhole said he was bringing you to the summit WITHOUT EVEN ASKING YOU FIRST?!"

Lovely recalled just how stressed Vincent was over inviting an additional vampire to the sumit, them being a newborn made things even more inconvenient, but the fact that the person he was inviting was not only already invited but they were the god damn guest of honour?!

Lovely was pissed, in more ways than one and it showed.

"Hey chill out! He probably didnt even mean ME i-im I was....just a one nighter i mean come on!"

"Dont play dumb! I saw how he looked at you today in that meeting, heee likes youuuu~"

He agressive tone from before had vanished and turned into a juvenile one, the kind youd expect to hear at a 12 year old's sleepover"

"Please stop"

They went back to laughing hysterically.

4 mugs of wine and 1 black out later:

"You know...I was a foster kid"

Bright was just coming to when he heard this.

"Really?....how did you know I was one too?"

"Vincent told me"

By this point they were both close to falling asleep at any moment, however, this was something Lovely had wanted to talk to Bright about since the moment Vincent had told her this piece of information, so she pulled herself together and took another sip, hoping it would keep her awake despite it being the thing causing her fatigue.

"Vincent told me that you told him"

"Oh Yeah, I remember"

Lovely once again was lost on how to continue this conversation.

"D-do you have any siblings?"

"Well-"

Bright hesitated.

"I don't know what it was like for you but in the homes i went to we all considered each other 'siblings' but biological? No. Not that I know of"

"Huh. Do you still keep contact with any of them?"

Lovely couldn't tell if he looked sad or just tired.

"I did. With one of them. But then she just...stopped"

"I'm really sorry"

For a moment they just layed there, quiet and still.

Until Bright got up and poured himself another, seemingly doing the same thing Lovely was attempting to do.

"What about you? Got any sibling?"

Lovely seemed to perk up at this.

"Yeah actually. Biological but they got adopted before me, the parents only wanted them"

Bright scowled.

"Tipical, honestly, they should do two for one deals with these sorts of things?!"

Lovely assumed he was joking due to the serious nature of the topic of discussion, so they laughed.

"Yeah Well, I was lucky enough to keep contact with them the whole time online, last year I got to meet them in person tho since I started going to damn and theyd been going there a little while before me"

Bright gave a warm smile. He seemed genuinely happy to hear that lovely was able to see their sibling again.

"They're doing good for themselves too, they have a nice boyfriend, a good friend group and they're so damn talented with magic!....I'm glad they ended up ok even without me"

Lovely gently touched his arm.

I'm hoping that even with your rough start, you can do the same"

His smile dropped as his lips parted in suprise, he didn't know how to respond. So he didn't.

He just clicked his mug with hers and continued to sip it.

The brim hiding his smile.

Vincent was still in shock in regards to what happend.

He would be lying if he said he hadn't seen Lovely angry before but this was....diffrent.

He also felt bad that Lovely had inadvertently made Sam feel like he needed to leave.

Vincent thought that the best thing to do would be to go and confront her.

But that was before he saw her and Bright laying on Bright's bed wasted.

"What the-?!"

"Ok ok so old wine....is good wine hic*"

Lovely didnt seem to notice Vincent standing gob smacked in the doorway.

"Yeah ok ok but hic* expensive wine....is good wine also-"

"What are you guys doing?"

Vincent finally got Lovely's attention.

"Oh hiiiii~ hey vinc hic* whats up?"

"A-are you drunk? Why are you drunk?!"

"Relax, I just thought we could use a drink is all"

Lovely was desperately trying to sit up, luckily her cup was empty so she didnt need to worry about spillage.

"We just established that Bright isn't old enough to even drink!"

"Oh chill out grandpa, Lovely here already got a headache"

Lovely, still stumbling over herself, pushing Bright eye's leg before falling over herself and eventually being caught by Vincent.

She looked up at him for a moment then smiled sweetly.

"Hi~"

She went to kiss him but she could barely keep herself up so she didnt succeed.

Vincent decided to excuse the absurdity of the situation and prioritise getting Lovely to bed before it got too light outside.

"Ok time to get you to bed, say bye to Bright"

"Byyee!~"

She waved lazily at him, he did the same.

Given Lovely's state, Vincent thought it was wise to ask Bright how he was holding up.

"Hey, you gonna be Ok?"

"Yeeeaah ill be fine"

Vincent trusted Bright not to do anything too stupid between now and night time.

"Alright then"

Vincent proceeded to carry Lovely into their bedroom a floor up.

Bright tried to sleep off the feeling swimming throught his head......But he couldn't.

Epilogue:

A knock on the door caused Bright eyes to jolt up from his bed.

He wasn't asleep, however he was still suprised by the sound, especially since the intoxicated state he was in amplified all sounds.

He groaned as he felt himself moving from his bed on the door.

"What?"

He slurred, voice thick with sleep.

He opened the door to Porter standing in front of him.

"I apologise for the late arrival~"

"Yeah? Why'd you run off before then? Cold feet?"

Bright had previously been told the answer to this question, however he still wanted to tease him, and see if he would tell the truth.

Porter winced at the implication that Bright had thought this entire time that Porter had left him due to "cold feet". Despite this, he coughed then gave a small slightly awkward laugh.

"N-no I do apologise for leaving its just....alexis saw us. I knew she would tell vincent and i really dont fancy having my head removed before I could get a chance to ask you something important, you understand?~"

Bright didnt answere, he did however share a kiss with Porter once he had finished apologising, he wasn't entirely sure who initiated it but he reciprocated nonetheless.

"Hmm~ may i come in?"

Bright could feel Porters breath against his lips.

Bright eyes smiled.

"No".

Then he closed the door to his room.

@darlin-collins thank you for proof reading as usual ♡

@anexistingexistence @you-think-i-care-mate

[breezytrait]

I told y’all I was gonna do it!!!

[oikasugayama]

YOU CATCH HIM M@STURBAT!NG pt. 2

MDNI, this is NSFW content for adults!!

pt. 1 Fyodor, Poe, Chuuya | pt. 2 Fukuzawa, Kunikida, Dazai | pt. 3, Ranpo, Akutagawa, Ango | pt. 4 Sigma, Mori, Tetcho | pt. 5 (finale) Atsushi, Nikolai

Fukuzawa

ok this one you did NOT expect. you've seen dazai get a hard-on at work, you've heard junichiro and naomi (NOT siblings though they grossly pretend to be) talking about their sex plans after work, but YOUR BOSS? THE PRESIDENT??

he's in his office palming his boner through his clothes when you open the door. you come in like always, using your shoulder to hold the door open as you turn and come in backwards so that the tray of tea you're holding doesn't get knocked over by thumping against the door.

you're almost across the room to his desk by the time you realize that there's a VERY DISTINCT tent in his yukata that he can't decide if he should push down with his hand or not--either way it's obvious that he's hard.

his face is flushed, he's shocked, embarrassed, and extremely apologetic.

you're frozen for a moment, but when he says your name and "i'm so sorry" you decide to pretend like you don't see anything. you put the tray down on his desk, pour him a cup of tea, and tell him to page for you if he needs anything.

you close the door behind you and have to take a moment to gather yourself. he's your boss so there's absolutely no way you were about to come onto him, but god he's so kind and handsome and his deep voice is just so fucking hot. you feel like a creep being there while he was trying to have a private moment, but he was at work, he should have known better than to touch himself when you were scheduled to bring his afternoon tea-- wait, did he do it on purpose? should you go back in? no. no he wouldn't have done that. it must have been an accident.

you tell yourself it must have been an accident and go back to work like nothing happened, though it's all you can think about all day.

Kunikida

he desperately needs to relieve stress after an incredibly tiresome and busy week. he just got back to his dorm, looking forward to two days off work. he wastes no time settling onto his couch, cracking open his laptop, and playing a random porn video (it helps him get the job done more efficiently because watching makes him cum faster)

he uses earbuds so he doesn't disturb his neighbors, unfortunately this means that while he's in the midst of it he doesn't hear you unlocking his door (he gave you the key for emergencies because you're responsible--you occasionally drop groceries off to him if you're making a trip out and he needs something, much like is happening right now)

you open the door and there he is, vest and shirt unbuttoned, pants and boxers pulled down just enough to get his cock out. one hand works over his length steadily while the other cups his balls. you gasp and drop the bag of groceries, turning and slamming the door closed behind you.

his eyes were closed, though, so he didn't notice until the slam of the door echoed past the sound of the video he watches. when he sees the bag on the ground he immediately knows what must have happened and he's so fucking embarrassed that he feels sick. he hopes you don't think he did it on purpose; he couldn't have known you would come over right now.

he tries to go to your dorm a few hours later, but you don't answer when he knocks, and you don't respond to his texts all weekend.

on monday in the ADA office he waits until you're the only two in the room, then he quietly approaches you and says he owes you an apology.

"for what?" you ask, playing dumb.

"i suspect that when you came by my dorm to drop something off you may have seen me doing something inappropriate. i sincerely apologize that you had to see that. i had no idea you would be coming over."

you take a few seconds to think of what to say, but eventually settle on "it's not inappropriate to touch yourself, kunikida. you're an adult, you can do what you want in your own home"

he blushes deeply, feeling warm all the way to his toes.

"that may be so, but regardless, i apologize that you had to see it. i hope we can forget about this soon."

"oh, I'll never forget," you say wistfully, turning away in your spinny chair. "it's burned into my eyes. every time i close them, there you are......."

Dazai

he's on the roof of the ADA building, lying in the middle instead of near the edge. he's staring up at the sky, pondering how small he is in such a vast universe.

and then he gets a random surprise boner and thinks, well i might as welllll.......

you were downstairs working when kunikida asked you to find dazai and make him go back to work. dazai tended to listen to you, after all.

you checked all of his usual spots--the couch, under his desk, under atsushi's desk, in the supply closet, in the cafe downstairs, and finally you went to the roof, hoping he wasn't sitting a hair's width from the edge again like he was the last time you found him up there.

when you open the door, you first notice that he's spread out on the ground with his head turned away from you and think maybe he's passed out--then you notice his hips buck up into his hand and his back arch up a little.

the wind carries the sound of his voice over to you, and you swear he just said your name.

"dazai?" you say meekly, and his head whips to the side, eyes wide in surprise as he sees you. he sits up quickly, turning away from you, using his coat to cover his crotch.

"um... kunikida... he wanted me to find you."

"...okay... please don't tell him what I was doing."

"I really, genuinely won't."

"...okay... do you, um... are you, um... did you hear what i, uh.. what i said when you... got here..."

"yeahhh..."

"shit..."

"hm... i didn't know you were into me, honestly," you say, shrugging.

"oh, yeah," dazai says, feeling very vulnerable since you caught him with his literal pants down. "ranpo told, like, everyone. i'm surprised you didn't, um... you didn't know?"

"no, i didn't know... i think you're cute, for what it's worth."

"oh?"

"yeah. you know, maybe we could talk about this another time? i don't feel like this is the most appropriate setting for this conversation."

"agreed... wait, so you're not, like, gonna run to HR or something, or-- i have a chance?"

"yeah, you have a chance. you're a fucking disaster, though..." you turn back to the door, but throw one more sentence over your shoulder. "oh, and dazai, you know we don't have an HR department."

[wcbblife]

Steps and Swishes

a/n: promise the next part will probably have more of the professional dancing lol

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: none!

***

In moments like these, you can't help but appreciate your body's resilience, its unwavering stamina that carries you through the literal marathon of your day. But as you navigate this relentless sprint, you find yourself hoping there's still some fuel left in your tank when you reach the audition.

Waking up late was never part of the plan, especially not on a day when a crucial audition awaits. "Crap!" you mutter under your breath as you hastily exit your dorm room, clutching a piece of bread in one hand and your phone in the other. Each step is a stride toward salvaging what's left of your punctuality.

For the most part, things seem to be going smoothly as you dash towards the building. Until it’s not.

You wrench open the glass door of the lobby and dash into the elevator, heart pounding with each passing floor. Finally, as the doors slide open, you burst forth into a labyrinth of corridors, your destination painfully close. Or so you think.

Just when you believe the worst is behind you, you turn a corner and collide with an unexpected obstacle: a cascade of blonde hair and scalding coffee.

“Fuck!” The word rips from your lips as you stagger backward, the searing liquid seeping through your clothes. With trembling hands, you peel the wet fabric from your skin, eyes fixed on the ruinous stain spreading across your once pristine white shirt.

“Holy shit,” the figure mumbles, “I didn't mean that at all. Are you ok?”

A hand reaches out hesitantly towards your shirt, then freezes awkwardly in mid-air. It's the final straw.

Your gaze shoots up to meet the woman in front of you, ready to unleash a torrent of curses, but all words die on your tongue as you're confronted with wide, concerned eyes. Eyes that you know all too well, belonging to none other than Paige Bueckers.

Going to the same school as Paige Bueckers had never really stood out to you until today.

"I'm so sorry," Paige says, glancing down at your shirt, her hand still suspended awkwardly between you. Silence hangs heavy in the air. "I… I'll buy you a new one, I swear. Let me make it up to you."

In that moment, you realize that even if she were to buy you ten or twenty shirts, it wouldn't change the fact that you're about to miss your audition if you don't hurry. The inconvenience of the situation dawns on you in full force.

You let out an exasperated sigh, your gaze flicking from your stained shirt to Paige and back again. Then, once more, your eyes travel from her to your shirt. You can't help but notice how effortlessly chic and pristine her shirt appears compared to your own.

“Take off your shirt,” you deadpan without much consideration.

Paige's eyes widen further, resembling a deer caught in headlights. “W-what?” she stammers, inching away slowly.

You, however, couldn't care less if she looked at you as crazy. “You said you wanted to make it up to me?” you ask, raising an eyebrow before gesturing towards the bathroom behind her. “I have an audition in five minutes, and unless I want to blow my shot, I need to look presentable.”

The blonde hesitates, her gaze shifting between your outstretched fingers and the bathroom door. Then, with a slow turn of her head, you can almost hear the gears in her mind grinding to a halt. “And how does me taking off my shirt help you?”

“Just get in there and swap shirts with me,” you grumble, shooting her a soft glare. “It'll be quick. Once I'm done, you can have it back. Deal?” You silently pray she doesn't call the cops given how stupid and crazy you must sound, but the desperation in your eyes seems to sway her as she hesitantly nods.

“Alright, fine.” she sighs, walking towards the bathroom.

***

For the most part, the audition went relatively smoothly. Well, except for the fact that you received a barrage of odd looks for bursting in looking disheveled, with the invasive aroma of coffee clinging to you like a second skin. You could swear they caught whiffs of it every time you executed a dance move. But on the bright side, Paige's shirt did align nicely with the hip-hop theme they wanted, so hooray for small victories, you suppose.

Exiting the room, your shoulders sag immediately. Scanning the area for a familiar blonde, you finally spot Paige and make your way over, tapping her shoulder gently.

Startled, she quickly turns off her phone, giving you her full attention. “How'd it go?”

You shrug, not feeling up to sugarcoating it. “It was alright, I guess.”

Paige's expression deflates. “Gosh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to mess up your audition.”

“Nah, don't worry about it,” you try to brush it off, though your voice betrays a hint of frustration. “If I hadn't been such a klutz and actually woke up on time, I wouldn't have been in such a rush, and none of this would've happened.”

A brief silence lingers between you two before Paige breaks it. “Hey, let's make a deal,” she proposes, suddenly piquing your interest. “You can hang onto the shirt for now. I'll take this one,” she taps the stained area with her palm, “wash it, and give it back to you later.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Really? I'm totally fine with changing again. Why would you even let me take your shirt home—”

“Just…” she interrupts, sounding almost exasperated, “It's just a way for you to trust that I won't flake out and keep your shirt or something,” she mumbles, scratching the back of her neck nervously. “If you have my shirt, the only way I could get it back is by washing yours and swapping. I know it sounds silly.”

You chuckle. “Maybe just a little.”

Paige smiles, briefly averting her gaze before meeting your eyes again. “Just… let me clean it. I already feel bad enough.”

With a resigned sigh, you give in to her plea. “Fine, give me your number.”

Paige retrieves her phone with surprising speed, a wide grin spreading across her face. She clears her throat, opening her phone and displaying the number pad. “Are you usually around campus? You look like a student.”

After entering your number, you call yourself and retrieve your own phone as it starts to ring. “Yeah… I'm just looking for a part-time gig for now. Nothing too demanding.”

The blonde's interest is piqued. “So, what was the audition for?”

“Just some dancing,” you murmur, half-expecting her to burst into laughter like some others might. But instead, her reaction is one of genuine shock.

“That's awesome! KK would love you,” Paige jokes, and you audibly release a deep breath, grateful that there's no mockery in sight.

“I'm… flattered. Though I'm afraid she might work me to the bone with TikTok dances.”

Paige erupts into laughter, bending over in amusement before regaining her composure. “She might, but she means no harm, I promise,” she says, her expression turning more earnest. “You might have to swing by and show us some moves.”

“Hmm, I might just have to do that,” you reply with a smile.

Paige rubs her hands together awkwardly. “Well, I'll let you go. I don't want to hold you back any longer. I'll definitely text you.”

You nod, “I'll look forward to a white shirt”

She smiles before excusing herself. As you go about your way, you can't help but glance back, only to find the blonde has beaten you to it, snapping her eyes away from you in an instant.

***

The next morning breezes by in a blur. You manage your early classes and decide to take the afternoon off, indulging in a leisurely lounge session that rivals the pace of a sloth. Despite knowing you should probably get moving, the mere thought of tackling errands or practicing feels like an insurmountable task.

You flop onto your back on the carpeted floor, idly gazing at the ceiling until the tranquil silence is abruptly shattered by the muffled buzzing of your phone. With a lazy stretch, you reach for your phone, glancing at the notification.

One text message.

Sitting up, you unlock your phone.

‘Hey! It's Paige. You know, the girl who spilled coffee on you? Yeah, you probably remember that. Anyway… I cleaned your shirt, and I promise it's good as new. Do you want me to swing by your place or are you cool with coming over here?’

Your fingers move instinctively, typing a response before you even fully process it. After all, if THE Paige Bueckers was extending an invitation to her place, who were you to refuse?

‘I don't mind coming over there.’

Three bubbles appear in the corner of the screen.

‘Great! My room is 12C. Just drop by whenever you want.’

‘Alright, I'll be over in a few minutes.’

‘Perfect, I'll be waiting for you.’

You toss your phone aside, feeling an unexpected surge of energy coursing through you. Where it comes from, you're not entirely sure, but you're certainly not going to question it. Not when it propels you onto your feet in a heartbeat.

Without pausing to overthink, you head for a quick shower, ensuring you look somewhat presentable before getting dressed. There's a pitifully evident spring in your step as you make your way to her room, clutching her freshly washed shirt against your body.

However, all semblance of confidence evaporates upon coming face to face with the blue door, 12C stamped at the top. One. Two. Three seconds pass, and you find yourself rooted in place, your arm trembling slightly before dropping back down.

“Shit…” you mutter, suddenly feeling more self-conscious. But you gather your resolve and decide to just go for it.

Almost instantly, you hear shuffling from behind the door, accompanied by distant thuds before it creaks open. Two brown eyes peer out, catching you off guard. You barely have time to process before she gasps, almost comically.

“Oh my god, you're the coffee girl, aren't you?” The girl, whom you now recognize as KK, swings the door open wider, smiling like a child.

“Um… yeah, that's me,” you reply, scratching the back of your neck and holding up Paige's shirt. “I'm just here for a simple exchange.”

“Girl, come on in,” KK drawls, gesturing for you to enter. “She's down the hall to the left.”

“Thanks,” you chuckle.

It's pretty wild how much they're trusting you, but at this point, does it even matter?

You make your way down to what you presume is Paige’s room, rapping lightly on the door.

Paige answers swiftly, her attention seemingly elsewhere. “Kk, I swear to go—” Her gaze lands on you, and her eyes widen abruptly, words faltering. “Oh, my bad. Thought you were that airhead.”

“Hey!” Kk's voice rings out from the other side of the dorm, prompting a giggle from you.

“Come in, come in. I didn’t realize you were here already,” Paige says, opening her door fully. She strides over to her bed, where a neatly folded white shirt rests on top.

“I like your cologne,” you blurt out before even thinking, immediately regretting your lack of filter. You scramble for an excuse as Paige turns to you, her expression unreadable. “I-I mean, your shirt… I'm assuming it was your cologne. It smelled nice.”

She smiles. “Really? I’m trying something new. Must've smelled better than the coffee, huh?”

You step closer to her, the distance between you diminishing. “Anything would be better than that, to be honest. Imagine dancing while drenched in coffee.”

Paige winces, stepping nearer to you. She extends your shirt towards you. “Yeah, sorry about that again. But don't worry, I made sure it was all gone.”

Taking a moment to really take her in, you absorb every detail you may have missed in your earlier rushed encounter. The way her eyes sparkle, the curve of her smile, the subtle flex of her arms. It's almost overwhelming for your heart to handle.

“Here. I washed yours too.”

“Aww, you didn't have to,” she reply with a cheeky grin. “Now I owe you again.”

“I'm always up for some food,” you shrug, though you don't really mean it. “A broke college student will take what they can get.”

“Deal,” Paige says, her tone shifting slightly more serious. “We could even go now if you want.”

“Wow, didn't expect you to actually say yes. I mean, aren't you like… a celebrity or something around here?” you comment, feeling a mix of surprise and flattery.

Paige shrugs, a smirk playing on her lips. “What, are you worried they'll mistake us for a couple or something?”

“W-what? No…” you stutter, feeling your cheeks flush at the mere suggestion.

“I'm just messing,” she says, turning her head expectantly, her gaze soft yet playful.

It seems to effortlessly dismantle whatever defenses you had put up. “Fine,” you relent, smiling as Paige's face instantly lights up.

“Sweet. Hold on, let me grab my stuff,” she says, brushing past you, leaving you standing awkwardly in the middle of her room. You shift on the balls of your feet until…

“Psst!” Your head snaps towards the doorway as KK looks positively gleeful, biting her finger to stifle a laugh. “You're still gonna dance with me, right? Don't go flaking out.”

“Of course I am. And I’m going to beat you with all those TikTok dances,” you retort, a playful spark between the two of you.

KK gasps dramatically, clutching her shirt. “As if!”

“Alright, KK,” Paige interjects, returning from wherever she went, patting KK on the shoulder with a tad too much strength, causing the smaller guard to wince. “That’s enough.”

You catch the shift in Paige's tone, and she shrugs softly once she notices your gaze on her. “Let’s go?”

You nod and follow closely behind, but not before whispering a quick, “It's still on,” to KK, chuckling as her mouth hangs open in silent protest.

[takemetothemoon-fics]

overstimulated // matt murdock

Pairing: Matt Murdock x reader

Word count: 848

Warnings: overstimulation

Tags: Fluff, comfort

Synopsis: When you come home incredibly overstimulated, there's no better person to calm you down better then the one and only matt murdock

A/N: I love matt. he looks like he gives the best comfort ever.

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Sighing deeply, you grab your keys out of your bag. The ringing only makes you feel worse as you open the door. You enter your apartment you share with matt, and drop your work bag on the floor. With a toss, you get rid of your coat.

You're in a bad mood. Everything's too much, tiny sounds sound amplified, your clothing feels like sandpaper on your skin and your hair keeps touching your face, and tucking it behind your ear just won't work. Tiny things grow bigger and it makes you want to bawl your eyes out.

Matt had a free day, and had waited all day to wrap his arms around you. Happily, he stands up as he hears you come inside. "hey darling"

You feel like you're overflowing, and can't get anything out other than mumbling "I'm sorry.... I'm sorry" as you walk past him, into the bedroom.

Stumped, Matt follows you. Did I do something wrong? He thinks to himself. "darling?" he asks as he watches you go through the closet.

You need to change. you need to get into comfortable clothing, because this blouse you're wearing feels like sandpaper, and the only thing you can think about is taking it off.

Your mind is racing, and you don't even notice matt walking up to you. He grabs your wrist. "Are you okay? Your heart is-" he stops abruptly as you pull away. You fasten your tempo and quickly grab a pair of sweats and a big t-shirt and rush your way into the bathroom, leaving matt alone in the bedroom.

You close the door behind you. Your hand hovers over the lock. You sigh. You don't want to lock him out entirely. As you start to change, your hair keeps falling onto your face and you feel more and more agitated. You let out an annoyed grunt.

With now only a shirt, your bra, and underwear on, you decide to give up and turn on the shower. A wave of tiredness falls onto you as take a step towards the warm water and sit down. You let your head fall onto your knees and close your eyes, waiting for the horrible feeling to go away.

After a minute or two, there's a soft knock at the door. "y/n?". After not receiving an answer, he opens the door. Without saying anything, he sits next to you. The grey t-shirt he's wearing turns dark, and you sigh deeply. "You wanna talk about it?"

You lift up your head. You rest it against the wall. "yeah..."

"What's on your mind, angel?"

"It all so much, matt. Everything was just too much. Not sleeping last night did not help, and when I arrived at work, that prick was working as well. I... I had to swallow so much, because, honestly, if I didn't, I'm pretty sure I'd be in jail right now. And... I yelled at my boss. My boss, matt. He's gonna fire me, and I'll be jobless and-"

"Hey, slow down... You're okay. He won't fire you after one slip-up. And besides, you're good. Your boyfriend is a lawyer."

A small smile appears on your face. He seems to relax a little as he notices his gentle voice has calmed you down.

Matt moves up, and turns the shower off, and sits back down next to you. You're both soaking wet. You place your head on his shoulder and you sigh. "thank you"

He wraps his arm around you. "Are you feeling better?"

"Aside from getting cold, yeah."

He stands up and puts his hand out for you. You take it and stand up. He picks up a towel. He starts drying you gently, still testing the limits. After you're relatively touch-dry, you two walk into the bedroom and change into comfortable stuff.

"You ok?" Matt says, as he notices your quietness. "Yeah... I guess. I'm exhausted."

He takes a step backward and signals for you to lay down. You take the hint, and lay down on your back.

Matt is practically an expert when it comes to sensory things. Dealing with his new ability, he found out ways to calm down overstimulatedness, as he has been a victim to it numerous times. He would make a cup of tea for himself, or place a weighted blanket on him. Since there was no weighted blanked for him to use right now, he figured he would be the next best thing.

He gently places himself on top of you, carefully putting his arms around you. At first, you're a little confused, but notices this really seems to calm you down. You sigh again deeply, as you place your hand on his head and weave your fingers into his hair and start caressing it, causing him to calm down as well. You close your eyes, and feel your body going from tense to relaxed.

You nuzzle your face into his neck. Your turn your head, and look at him. He looks back at you. "What?" He says softly to you with a smile.

"Nothing. You're just perfect."

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ok but ellie x milf!reader 😵‍💫😵‍💫 she’d be feral

Strings ✩ [ ellie williams ] ✩

Oh, anon. I love the way you think.

just a girl (part two)

guitar teacher!ellie x milf!reader

✩ wc: 1.3k

✩ summary: Ellie's day gets a bit more exciting when she meets her favorite student's mom.

✩ cw: ellie having absolutely no game

"That's perfect, buddy!" Ellie exclaimed.

Jackson abandoned the guitar he was holding to throw his arms up in victory. Ellie managed to grab the instrument before it went crashing to the floor, but her heart raced at the prospect of it breaking.

A quick glance at the clock told her she had a few minutes left of the lesson, so she strapped his guitar back in its travel case. When she had the bag zipped up, she pulled her rolling chair in front of his seat to could give him a few parting words.

"You did great today, little guy! I'm going to give you some homew—"

Jackson's hands shot out in front of her face, tiny fingers wiggling erratically.

"Ellieeeee, my fingers hurt!"

With a sigh, she pushed his hands back into his lap.

"That's okay! It's supposed to at first. But if you keep practicing, you'll build up callouses on your fingers and it won't hurt anymore."

Ellie regretted her words when she saw his nose wrinkle. He curled in on himself, horrified by her statement.

"Callouses! What are those?"

She suppressed her laughter at his reaction, leaving a gentle pat on his shoulder to calm him. He was pouting, eyes on his feet as he swung them back and forth under the chair. His legs weren't long enough to reach the floor.

"It's just extra skin. I have lots of them! Here let me show you," she said, pointing to his right ring finger. "You've already got one from holding your pencil at school."

Nose still wrinkled, Jackson held his right hand in front of his face. He peered over his hand to hers, trying to get a look at her callouses.

A gentle knock at the studio door pulled Ellie from her thoughts. It opened with a click.

"Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. Jackson did great today. He learned all about—" Ellie stopped in her tracks because that was not Jackson's elderly grandmother standing at the door.

Jackson shot up from his seat, a ball full of energy. He ran right at you, sending you sprawling backward into the open door. You cringed at the loud bang of the knob against the wall.

"Mommy!"

"Jackie! Calm down!" you scolded, trying to gain control over the wild child's movements.

Ellie was frozen in what could be called shock. She was positively, wholeheartedly, absolutely starstruck, and she almost wished it was Jackson's grandmother because she didn't think she'd be able to form any words for this gorgeous, otherworldly woman.

She scanned your hands and barely hid her smile when she saw. No wedding ring.

"Sorry about that. I'm Jackson's mom. Usually, my mom is the one who picks him up, but I reworked my schedule. It should be me who gets him from now on."

Despite the 7-year-old's size, you threw him up in your arms like he was nothing. He clung to you like a spider monkey, legs wrapped around your waist.

She'd do the same thing if you gave her a chance. God, she'd do anything to get-

You were speaking to her. And she was staring at you, lips slightly parted, like a complete idiot.

"W-well, it's great to meet you Ms...Y/L/N? I'm Ellie."

She bit her lip, silently praying that you went by your mothers' last name. Please. Please. Please.

"Oh, I know who you are," you winked, and Ellie's soul just about left her body, descending into whatever special layer of hell was destined for lesbians who got the hots for their favorite student's mother. "Jackie tells me all about you. And please, call me Y/N. Mrs. Y/L/N is my mother."

She swallowed heavily. You went by your maiden name. The longer she looked at you, the more she noticed and her pounding heart was short-circuiting. God, your hands, your hips.

She pushed a fallen strand of hair behind her ear. Did she look alright? Ellie didn't exactly have to worry about how she looked all day when teaching guitar to children. She wished she wore the green flannel instead of the red. An ex once told her it made her eyes look brighter.

She realized she was taking too long to respond again when you cleared your throat.

"Are you alright, Ellie?" you asked, an innocent smile on your face.

She was sure you were doing it on purpose. You had to be.

"Mommy, look! Ellie says I have a callous," Jackson exclaimed, pulling his face out of your neck to show you his little finger.

"Wow! Let me see!"

His adorable voice ripped Ellie out of her thoughts again. She pinched her forearm with her left hand, desperate for something to ground her.

"Here, let me get you his stuff," she mumbled, happy for something to do as she shoved the rest of Jackson's things into his travel bag.

Your fingers brush over her entire freckled hand when she handed you the case. Ellie couldn't help it. She visibly shivered against your touch, wondering where else you would touch her if she asked. She just needed one chance.

She allowed herself a second to look at your hands, which most definitely just touched her on purpose. Even Ellie wasn't delusional enough to believe that was an accident. She couldn't stop her thoughts from going to a darker, more intimate place.

"Should I give you my number?" you said, trying to wrangle your son and his bag at the same time.

She tried so hard to stop it, but nothing could prevent the rosy blush that spread across her cheeks. She felt it go all the way to her ears and down her neck. Yes, yes, yes. Give her your number. Give her everything. She could take it. She could take anything you give to her. Anything you wanted.

You smiled wide, teeth shown in a grin that almost doubled as a laugh. Your hand reached out to squeeze her shoulder, nails gently scratching against the flannel.

"Just in case something happens. With Jackie," you clarified.

Ellie had to physically shake her head to pull herself out of her thoughts. It was so wrong to think of you that way. Of course that was not what you meant.

"Right," she said, taking your phone from your waiting hand.

Hands shaking, she managed to put her number in your phone. There was no way you missed the way she was shaking when she handed you the phone back.

"Great! Now tell Miss Ellie thank you!" you said, turning toward your restless son.

Ellie kept forgetting Jackson was there. There was never a quiet moment with him, but he was silent now, eyes scanning between you and her.

"Bye! Thank you!" he said, hopping down from your arms and grabbing your arm.

"Bye, Jackson! Don't forget to practice the notes we learned, okay?" she said, feeling bad for neglecting her favorite student for a moment.

"Thanks, Ellie," you said, sending her another wink.

You let your son pull you out of the room, and as soon as you were out of sight, Ellie let herself fall against the door. She was ready to shut it and lock herself away for the rest of the afternoon, but she stopped breathing when she heard a voice from down the hallway.

"Mommy, do you think Miss Ellie is pretty?"

Her heart skipped another beat or two as she awaited your response.

"Well...um—She's a great teacher, isn't she?" you said, voice strained as you tried to come up with a response.

He was giggling now and she could see the look on his face. She had never met a happier, more expressive child.

"I think Miss Ellie thinks you’re pretty. Just like Hannah in my class! She always says..."

The rest of his sentence faded as you walked out of her earshot. Ellie cursed under her breath and added being exposed by a literal seven-year-old to her list of things that would torment her while she was trying to fall asleep.

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a/n - I kind of feel like this is going to flop, so let me know if you want a part two!

[theywantedplayer]

hey👋👋 “Hey…..be safe” & “ you’re not even listening” w sid crosby pls

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PromptList

You had plans to go out with a couple of your friends, the plan was to go bar hopping all night and just let loose for a while. But the whole time you were getting ready your boyfriend Sidney was asking you questions.

“How many of you are going to be there?”

“There���s going to be 5 of us” you answered putting your last earring in.

“Who’s driving you there?” he asked, looking at you through the mirror as he sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“Stacy is” you answered

He continued to ask questions but you mentally checked out, you knew he was just being protective of you, wanting to keep you safe. Sidney started to notice that your answers were just mumble’s and headnod’s.

“Your not even listening” He said getting up to his feet 

“No I am” you tried to say but you knew it was useless 

“Ok then what did I just say?” he asked, leaning on the counter with his hand facing you.

Being truthful you have no idea what he said 

“OK i'm sorry but Sidney, I'm running late. I need to go” You smiled at him coming to give him a quick kiss on the cheek and tried to slip out the door but he stopped you by grabbing you by the waist.

“Just wait” he grumbled, pulling you back in front of him. “Call me if you need anything, doesn't matter what time and make sure you don't wander off alone  an-” “Ok Sidney I get it” You laughed lightly patting him on the chest “I'll be fine, I always am”

“I know,I know I just worry sometimes ok?” he admitted 

‘I'll be ok, I'll keep my location on all time” You told him kissing him quickly “I need to go now ok”

Sidney walked you to the front door and was going to wave you off, you made it 3 step’s before he spoke again “Hey……... .be safe ok?” he told you.

You smiled brightly at him “I will I promise” you said slowly walking backwards 

“Have fun, I love you”

“I love you too!” you called out as you got into your friends car

[smolmakerel]

"You can't leave me! I won't let you!"

"Christina, lo juro por Dios [I swear to God], get the fuck out of my way or -"

"Or what? You'll hit me? Hit me then! Give me a reason to call the cops!"

"Mamá?!"

"You're fucking crazy! Just like that bastard's father!"

"Don't talk about him like that!"

Tara curled up under the kitchen table, one of her favorite hide-and-seek spots because of the table cloth. She couldn't understand what her parents were screaming about, Sammy piping in every once in a while, but she knew she didn't like it.

It sounded scary.

With caution, Tara lifted the cream table cloth and peaked up.

Mamá was beating her fists against Papi's chest, face creased in rage. Sammy was fighting to place herself between the two, but neither of the two noticed.

Tara flinched when Sammy was shoved out of the way by their papá. She scrambled out from beneath the table and stood, unsure, behind her mamá.

"¿Mamá? ¿Papá?" Tara uttered. Both of her padres² stopped arguing and turned to her, and she shifted awkwardly. "¿Esta todo bien?" [Mom? Dad? Is everything ok?]

Papi's eyes softened while his shoulders sagged. "Sí, no te preocupes. Me quedaré con mis padres por el momento si quieres venir conmigo." [Yes, don't worry. I'm going to stay with my parents for the time being if you want to come with me.]

Tara blinked in confusion. Why was her papi leaving? Why did it sound like he didn't want to take Mamá or Sammy with them?

Before Tara could ask, Mamá was screaming again. She slammed her palms over her ears with a whimper. She never did like whenever they fought.

"Stop fighting!" Sammy cried out. "Can't you see that Tara's scared?!"

Papi narrowed his eyes. "Shut your bastard mouth!"

Sammy took a wounded step backwards.

Papi's eyes then went wide. He looked between Mamá and Sammy, then he turned his eyes to Tara.

"Is she even mine?"

"Listen -"

"Tell me the fucking truth for once in your miserable fucking life, ¡puta!" Papi roared out, and it shook the house into silence.

Mamá looked away. "Of course she is."

"... I don't believe you."

Tara stumbled out of the way when Papi shoved her out of the way. She followed behind the small group and gasped when she saw Papi's business suitcase full of clothes sitting on his leather recliner.

"¡Papi!" Tara began to cry, finally realizing what was happening. "¡Por favor no te vayas!" [Please don't go!]

Papi continued to pack up despite Mamás furious threats of calling the police, Sam's panic at the escalating situation, and Tara's full-blown meltdown.

Tara was close to hyperventilating as she threw her body at her papá and clung to his leg. He tried to shake her off, but she held tightly to his gray slacks.

She was the last person he was with when they both heard yelling coming from the master bedroom. Papi had begged her to clean her room and get ready for bed, going as far as to bribe her with a homemade caramel flan. But then he abruptly left.

The yelling only increased in volume, and, after an hour, Tara crept downstairs to hide out.

Was this her fault somehow?

"P-Papi, por favor -" she wheezed, chest constricting. She could barely breathe, let alone get her words out properly.

Hands roughly shoved her away, and Tara stared up at her Papi in horror. He stared back with an equally distraught expression.

"Tara," he gasped. "Lo lamento -" [I'm sorry -]

Mamá burst into a fit of rage.

Tara sat on the floor for the rest of the night. She blocked out the rest of her parents' argument and sat there. She sat there while her Papi left them.

He slammed the door. He never slammed the door.

Sammy tried to help her. Tara took the inhaler but remained on the floor by the stairs, watching the door for when Papi would come back.

He never did.

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I don’t like you, Mason Mount | Chapter 13

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"Fucking finally! Where were you?"

"Mum, language!"

"Sorry, darling. But Dani, where were you? You said you would be back for dinner, and it's been an hour! And I've been calling you and you weren't answering!"

"Daniela, is your shirt backwards?"

"It is, grandad” Lola chuckles.

"What were you doing?"

"Ok, that's enough" I say when they finally let me speak. "As you can see, I'm perfectly fine. I just had my phone on silence and got a bit carried away on my walk, nothing else. Can we now please eat? I'm famished."

"Everything is cold" Monica says, crossing her arms over her chest.

"And you still haven't told us why is your shirt backwards" my dad points out.

"I..."

"The door!" Lola says. "I'll answer it!"

"Don't go alone, Lola!" her mum says, walking after her.

"Mason!" I hear her scream.

"Fuck" I whisper.

"Hello. I hope I am not interrupting" he says behind me a few seconds later.

"Of course not, son" my dad replies, getting up from his chair to shake his hand. "How are you? Enjoying your holidays?"

"I am, sir. Thank you for asking. Hello, Daniela."

"Hi."

"So, what brings you here?" Monica asks him.

"She left this on my car" he replies, giving me my phone. I hadn't noticed I didn't have it with me.

"Wait, you were together?" she says, her eyes growing wide.

"We crossed paths and he drove me home, nothing else" I quickly explain.

"Was she already wearing her shirt backwards?" my dad asks him.

"She..." Mason says, trying really hard not to smile.

"He has to go, don't you, Mason?" I intervene, already pushing him outside the living room and towards the front door. "Thank you very much for bringing me my phone."

"Can’t he stay for dinner?" Lola asks. "Grandad was going to tell us stories from when he met grandma."

"Mason has to go back to his family, to have dinner with them."

"I actually don't. They went out for dinner with some of their friends, I'm alone tonight."

"Then you can stay with us!" my grandad says. "Lola, let's get ready a spot for him on the table. Girls, you go do something with that dinner, see if you can warm it again."

"Yes, c'mon Dani" my sister says, grabbing me by the arm and literally dragging me to the kitchen. "I want all the details. Now."

"Details of what?"

"Daniela, I'm not an idiot. You were with Mason, came in smiling, and are wearing your shirt backwards. That smells like sex on the beach."

"We didn't have sex on the beach."

"His car again? Oh my God, you did! Look at the way you are blushing!" she laughs.

"Shh, be quiet!"

"So? What happened? Did you make up?"

"We did, yes" I sigh.

"Oh, that's wonderful news!"

"And I told him that I love him."

"You did what?" she screams.

"Everything alright, girls?" my dad says from the living room.

"Peachy!" Monica replies. "What do you mean with I told him that I love him?"

"Exactly that" I shrug. "He said that he was in love with me, and I..."

"Oh my God!"

"Shh!"

"Sorry, sorry. So you basically confessed your love for each other and then had sex on his car?"

"Yes" I sigh.

"So you are dating?"

"No! We just... I don't know. It is too soon."

"Ok, ok. But, urgh, finally! I am so happy for you, Dani" she says, hugging me.

"Yeah, yeah. Now can we please do something with all this food? I am starving."

"That's what happens when you’ve been burning calories having amazing sex. You need to recharge" she winks, a stupid smile on her face.

"Oh God" I say, rolling my eyes and already regretting telling her anything.

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"That was a lovely meal, thank you very much for having me."

"Anytime, Mount" my dad says.

"And that story about your first kiss being at the beach? So cute. Don't you agree, Daniela?"

"Very cute. And you were leaving, so" I say, gesturing towards the door. I can't wait for this to be over.

"Why so eager, sister?"

"Because it's late, I'm tired, and want to go to bed."

"How can you be tired? You've done nothing today" my dad says.

"She went out for a walk and did some extra exercise. Didn't you, sister?"

"Can you please stop calling me sister?"

"But you are my sister" she smiles.

"Mason, let's go" I say, grabbing him by the arm like Monica did earlier and dragging him outside."

"Goodbye, everyone."

"Bye, Mason" Lola says.

"Wasn't that a bit rude?" he says once we are outside.

"Shut up."

"Make me" he replies with a mischievous smile.

"I’m not going to kiss you, Mason."

"Who said I was thinking about you shutting me up like that? You could also slap me."

"I hadn't thought about that, but now that you say it..."

"Wait, wait, I'm leaving. You are capable of doing it" he laughs. "But isn't it a cute coincidence that your parents’ first kiss was at a beach, and so was ours? Like, the real one."

"The real one?"

"The one from today. I'm counting it as out proper first kiss, the one that truly meant something. Mark today on your calendar, it will be our anniversary."

"Who said I want to date you?" I chuckle.

"Daniela... The words that have left your mouth the most during the past few hours, have been I love you and my name. Usually together. I think that says it all."

"Or not."

"I had not missed your stubbornness" he smiles, running a hand through his hair and making me want to do the same. "What?"

"Come" I say, walking towards the road and as far from the house and my sister as I can. I know she is watching us.

"Where are we going?"

"Somewhere private."

"Why?"

"Because of this" I say, stopping and throwing myself at him like he always says I do, kissing him and running my hands through his hair. How can it be so soft?

━━━━━━❃━━━━━━

"Am I not allowed to call you my girlfriend, then?"

"Nope" I say after we've managed to stop kissing, my fingers still playing with his hair.

"But it’s just that I can't do it just yet, right?"

"Maybe" I shrug.

"You do love torturing me, don't you?"

"So do you every time you smile like that and your dimple shows up."

"I'm starting to think you are with me just because of it" Mason chuckles.

"Maybe" I shrug again. "There is something you can start calling me, tho. Something I think you are dying to say."

"Really?" he says, pulling me a bit closer to him. "Surprise me."

"You can start calling me Dani."

"I've earned it?"

"You have. Congratulations, Mount."

"Yes!" he says, lifting me in the air and starting to spin me.

"Mason, stop!" I giggle. "Think about my dinner!"

"Oh, yes, sorry" he says, putting me down. "Everything in place?"

"So far" I laugh.

"I love you... Dani" he says with a big smile.

"I love you too, Mason" I reply before kissing him again.

[fallenartistwitch]

Hiya I have a fluff/angsty request! One night the readers accidentally stayed at Dew’s room but decides to finally go back to their room even tho Dew tells them that they could just stay the night with him n when they walk back to their room they get attacked by another ghoul, somehow either Dew or another ghoul helps n Dews terrified he’s going to lose the reader (but they don’t die)

hope you like it! constructive criticism is welcome also sorry for the bad english :,)

Terrified of Death

dewdrop x reader

summary: that ghoul, he was gone, and yet he was in front of you.

Warnings: fighting, blood, wounds, mention of death

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We finished to watch a film on dew's computer and without noticing it was already late so i decided to finally go back to my room.

"you can stay here with me tonight if you want to" said dew hugging me tightly placing his head on my chest. His back was resting on the backrest of his king size bed, and i was sat on his legs, wrapping my arms around him playing with his hair.

"don't worry it's ok" i answered standing up and leading to the door." you sure?" he stood up too getting near to me, i hugged him tightly and he hugged me back.

"i'm not a child you know? i can sleep by myself" i stated in a proudly and childish tone. "i have doubts about the fist sentence but anyway, we will meet tomorrow morning then?" he said hugging me tightly .

"Of course darling" i respondend placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

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I was walking trough the empty silent corridors of the ministry, everyone was already sleeping in their own room.

Those corridors were so scary at night but what made theme even scarier was the bad feeling i had that night.

I felt like something- or someone was following me.

I finally i gathered enough courage to turn around, i stopped and turning around ready to find someone there.

No one was behind me, i let a sigh of relief , i turned around ready to keep walking towards my room.

"AAAaa-" i put my hand on my month to try to suffocating a scream.

So my bad feeling was right, there was someone , but it wasn't behind me, it was in front of me. A ghoul. But not like the ghouls i know he was dressed in black with a hood that let only visible a black mask that reminded me the plague mask.

I only saw him in a photos a founded in Copia's office, i asked who he was and he explained that it was one of Secondo's ghoul « Omega thats how he called him» But Secondo's ghouls were gone now and yet one of them was there. In front of me. Staring right into my soul.

Instinctively i stepped back , a shiver run trough my body when the ghoul grabs my wrist preventing me from taking further steps backwards. I was paralyzed from fear. What i was suppose to do?. You looked around. Think smart, the corridor i was in, was one of the corridor you find yourself in after crossing the garden. The only thing i could was screaming as loud as i could hoping that dew, or the other ghouls could hear the scream but their den was across the garden, maybe a sister a sin would hear the scream? but they are all in their rooms on the other side of the ministry.

You were trying to think on how to escape and yet you did something stupid. You left yourself vulnerable.

a sharp pain brought you back to the reality, you moved your gaze from the empty corridors tho the font of the pain. Your wrist. You were so immersed in your thoughts that you didn't realized the ghoul had sunk his claws into your skin. You started to feel dizzy, tears filling your eyes, drops of blood starts to drop on the floor. You looked up, those blue yes were staring at you, but they weren't sweet dew's eyes.

Those eyes were empty and yours were fill with dread.

He raised his free arm, his sharp claws were ready to sunk into the skin of your face for then moving to your neck. you were trapped , you closed your eyes and moved your face to the side ready to accept you're fate. You gasped when you heard a shattering sound. The ghoul had hit the wall. Now that might be the only possiblity you had to run away. You have freed yourself from his grip, immediately you began to run towards the garden trying to ignore the pain.You could hear the ghoul chasing after you.

You were almost at the fountain in the middle of the garden. "AAAAAAA" You let out a scream in pain when you felt his claws slash at your leg. This time, you knew you were hit. You slowly walked forward for then let yourself falling on the floor leaning on the edge of the fountain.

You felt his claws lacerating the skin of your back. "AAAAAAAAaaaaaa" You let out another loud scream that slowly turned into sobbings of pain. Your vision begin blurry .

"Y/N!" someone screamed your name, you raised your glaze , four indistinct figures had left the den now running towards you. "dew.." you mumbled weakly the pain that you felt turned into a dull ache not sure if it was a good thing. Your vision went dark, your body fell on the cold ground.

Three of the ghouls crouched next to you as they reached your numb body, dew standed in front of you, his glaze on the artificer of your wounds. The omega ghoul walked away, dew was to terrified of losing you to say or do something, he crouched in the pool of blood next to your body.

"Y/N! WAKE UP PLEASE ... say something please..." tears filled his eyes, he useless shakes your cold body.No responds. "oh no oh no.. oh no ...oh no.." Still no responds, no sign. " we have to bring them inside dew" said swiss standing up, the other two ghouls did the same thing. Dew picks you up bridal style, and they start running back to the den. Dew was behind the others.

"Don't you die on me y/n. Don't you die"

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Is this how death was like? Why me? What did he wanted from me? Am i dead? Really dead? but i can hear my thoughts ..... Am i a ghost..? ..... i want cookies.

You open your eyes and find yourself in a room you've never seen before. It was a sickbay? You got out of the bed you were in . "Ouch" your whole body hurts so much, you slowly walked to the door and opened it. You founded swiss in front of you. “OH you’re still alive thanks to satan” swiss came near to you and hugged you paying attention to not touch your wound, you hugged him back. "where's dew?" you asked, swiss pulled back from the hug, his hands were placed on your shoulders. "he's um in his room" swiss looked worried "swiss, is dew alright?did something happened to him? is he hurt?" "dew is um ..." there was a pause "you've been ""sleeping"" for a little while and he um..." another pause " well let's just say he went trough almost all the stages of grief you know what i mean tight?"

i've been sleeping for a little while?

"i understand it's better if i go check him up" you said "alright but please don't force yourself your wounds are still healing" "don't worry swiss i will pay attention "

you passed by him heading to dew's room. You knocked on the door "i already said that i don't want to see anyone" "not even me?" in the fraction of a second the door opened. "y/n.." his voice was low, his blue eyes were wide open staring at you, at your body, your face, your bandages , like he wasn't sure if the person he had in front of him was really you or just a ghost. "thats meee" you opened your arms, he didn't lost a second and pulled you back in a big hug closing the door behind you. "i though ..." his voice breaks " i though i would lose you..." i could hear tears falling from his eyes "you've been in coma for five days and i-" i pulled away from the hug, my hands were on his shoulder and looked at him. " I 'VE BEEN IN A WHAT FOR HOW LONG?" you're reaction made dew giggled and that made you smile , you missed his laugh. "you haven't lost your attitude uh? " he giggled wiping the tears off his face " you had doubts? you were afraid of me losing my beautiful attitude?" "i was afraid of losing you." he became serious and pulled you in a kiss. Hell how much have you missed this. You pulled away to catch your breath. "but here i aamm, now, mind carrying me to the kitchen? mi leg hurts but i want to make cookies" "you just woke up from a come, your body is full of wounds and what you want to do its making cookies?" "yes." "alright let's make cookies then"

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dew went trough all the fives stages of grief denial anger bargaining depression and acceptance

but let's add one more.... revenger.

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Masterlist

[katherinehowardenthusiast]

Naegiri week 2023: Day 1, Restless 💚💜:

3rd Person POV:

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The school bell rang in the distance, signaling to the students of Hopes Peak that the school day was coming to a close.

"Mr, Naegi, could I see you for a moment?" The teacher said as everyone else in the class rushed out of the classroom.

Makoto looked up from his desk as he packed his textbooks into his bag. He was surprised that the teacher had asked to see him. After all, he was the ultimate lucky student. He had nothing special about him.

He then walks up to the teachers desk.

"Yes sir, you wanted to see me?" Makoto replied.

"Naegi, I'm sorry to tell you this, but your grades have dropped significantly. Is everything okay?" The teacher says, holding a binder that had every students grade in Makoto's class.

After hearing this, Makoto was super confused. He had turned in all his assignments on time and was getting decent grades that were good enough to let him graduate, so how were his grades dropping?

"Yeah, everything's fine, sir. I guess I just don't really understand the assignments or the lessons."

That was the only logical explanation that made sense to Makoto, but then again, it still didn't make any sense.

"Well then, naegi, because of the sudden drop in your grade, I've asked one of your classmates to help you. Consider it, them tutoring you. Understood?" The teacher replied, placing the binder on his desk.

Makoto then nodded, still trying to make sense of the situation.

"Good, she should be waiting for you at your dorm."

"She?" Makoto thought, but he then shrugged it off and said his thanks and goodbyes to the teacher before walking out of the classroom and making his way towards his dorm.

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Once he arrived at his dorm, he didn't see anyone waiting for him. Was the teacher just lying to him? Or maybe she, however she was, was running late. He then opened the door to his dorm room before entering it and closing the door.

He then practically flung his bag onto his bed before falling backward onto the bed. However, he missed and fell on the floor, causing a loud thud noise. He then heard a knock on his door as he rubbed the back of his head. Curious, he goes to open the door and sees his classmate kyoko kirigiri standing there with her books in hand.

"Um, hi, kiri. What can I help you with?" Makoto asked.

"Naegi, I'm assuming our teacher told you about your grades?" Kirigiri replied with her usual cold and serious tone of voice.

"Yeah, but -" Makoto said before being cut off.

"Then it should be pretty obvious why I'm here. May I come in?" She says, placing her gloved hand on the door, almost as if trying to open the door herself.

Makoto then smiles awkwardly, embarrassed that he had practically forgotten about something he was told less than 20 minutes ago. He then opens the door for her, gesturing for her to enter his room.

"I would recommend getting your textbooks out, naegi." Kyoko stated as she sat down on Makoto's bed.

"Right, of course." Naegi said as he quickly opened his bag that was still on his bed, grabbing his books and sitting next to kirigiri, giving her a bit of space in between the both of them.

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A few hours later, Makoto was both fully awake and falling asleep at the same time, both extremely tired because of his tutoring session with kyoko but also awake in order to get his grades up to what they were originally.

While kirigiri was in the middle of explaining something, she looked over at naegi. She noticed his tiredness but also his motivation to stay awake. She then closed her book and turned to him.

"Naegi, maybe we should stop for today. You look exhausted." She said, displaying the tiniest bit of concern.

Makoto instantly looked at her, surprised by her words.

"No, no, it's ok, we can keep going. I'm awake." He said, clearly trying to convince her that he was alright.

"No, naegi, really, it's fine if we need to stop for today." She said to him.

"Kiri, really, it's -" he said before once again, being cut off my kyoko.

She carefully shoved him onto his bed before taking the book out of his hand, placing it on the nightstand before joining him in the bed, cuddled up next to him. Now, this surprised Makoto because even though he doesn't spend much time with kyoko, he knew this wasn't like the kyoko who he shared all his classes with, but he didn't complain.

"Just go to sleep, Makoto." She said, using his first name.

He now had no choice but to go to sleep. After all, the ultimate detective was right behind him in the same bed as him. He knew he couldn't keep lying, so he closed his eyes and quickly fell asleep.

What he never knew was that his grades were never dropping and that kirigiri had just asked the teacher to lie to him, just so she could spend some time with him, almost like a date.

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{Day 1 complete}

(It's like 10:30 at night where I live, so goodnight, everyone!)

@naegiriweek

[sagau-my-beloved]

I love funny domestic hcs so if you’re still taking requests, Venti walking in on the reader changing? This can be in either the real world or the game world ^^ thank you

Early Morning Antics

Thank you very much!

Warnings: mildly suggestive themes

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It was intended to be a spur of the moment outting.

You were almost completely out of eggs from the fiasco in the kitchen this morning, the milk was running low, and the last of the butter had melted into a gross puddle on the counter after neither of you had remembered to put it away.

A quick stop to the store was all that needed to be done, but your shirt was still relatively coated in flour, and you swore you could still feel oil on your skin, then again it wasn't as if that stuff came off easily.

A quick shower and then the store was what you decided after a moment's consideration.

You were half way through stripping down, shirt already off as you tried to shuffle your way out of the rather persistent pants.

What happened next was partly your fault.

In the rush to get out of the gross clothing you neglected to lock the door, which was your first mistake.

Your second mistake was simply that you didn't bother keeping an ear out.

That knowledge didn't make it any better when your beloved bard decided that this was the appropriate moment to practically launch into your room, giving the speed of sound a run for its money.

Your mind registered the sound of the door before the implications, and you turned to see Venti practically frozen in his spot, face turning increasingly red as he just stared at you.

Then your mind caught up.

"Venti!"

Your yelling seemed to snap him out of the daze he was in.

He moved himself backwards at almost the exact same speed he had come in, but with much less precision, as he immediately tripped over his own feet and fell, landing right outside your door.

You instinctively used one arm to cover yourself, using the other one to slam the door directly in his face.

Your heart felt as if it was going a mile a minute, beating very prominently in your ears.

Your face seemed to have flushed in response without you noticing, because it now felt hot to the touch.

No sound could be heard from the other side of the door, meaning he was probably still sitting there, thinking who knows what.

You quickly decided to postpone your shower until after your trip to the store, instead opting to just change clothes.

It occurred to you, after that was taken care of, that you might have over reacted, slightly.

It wasn't as if he hadn't seen you in a similar position before...

You pushed those thoughts away in order to retain whatever was left of your composure.

After taking another second, you opened your door to find exactly what you were expecting.

Venti was obediently sitting on the floor, right where you had left him, the initial shock seeming to be wearing off.

He practically scrambled to his feet as soon as he saw you and your less than pleased expression.

You gave him the best glare that you could under the circumstances and he responded with a nervous laugh, "I really should have knocked first huh—"

Returning his statement with a deadpan expression, you opted to simply walk away.

Venti let out a sound of displeasure as he caught up to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

You let out a sigh and stopped moving, allowing him to get his fill of holding you there.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry, please don't be upset."

His voice was partly muffled from how he buried his face in your shirt, but you got a majority of it.

"It's fine, no need to talk about it further, I'm going to the store now."

Despite that statement, he didn't seem to want to let go of you.

When another minute or two had passed without a solid resolution, you finally just gave in to him, "Ok, fine, would you like to go to the store with me Venti?"

He felt him perk up at that, finally choosing to pull away.

"Why of course my love, why didn't you ask me sooner?"

At that moment, you felt a very strong urge to wipe the annoying looking grin off of his face, but once again couldn't bring yourself to do anything as his expression seemed to soften, displaying a silent 'thank you' for even asking him under the circumstance.

You gave him a quick once over and noticed that his clothes were almost as bad as yours were.

"Maybe you should go change first though."

He looked at you in thought, a rather mischievous look taking over after a moment.

"Why of course, I'll only be a minute~"

You raised an eyebrow as he walked down the hall in the same light and carefree manner as he always did.

After a quick moment you realized he hadn't closed the door, you had to stop yourself from smiling.

Was this his way of offering you pay back?

Well... There was certainly no way you could turn down such an inviting invitation.

[rosiesramblings]

Realizations

Fandom: Stranger Things, Steve/Eddie

WC: 1.2k

A/N: Per request of anon, sequel to this fic. I hope you enjoy! I'm not super confident writing Eddie yet, so please excuse me if he's a bit OOC. Also sorry if this one is a bit plotless, my brain is fried today.

The realization came in the middle of Eddie’s daring attempt at escape. Because despite the burn in his lungs, the ache in his legs, and the hair in his eyes, he couldn’t remember the last time he had this much fun.

“Get back here, Munson!” Steve called from behind him, far too close for comfort.

“Eat a bag of dicks!” Eddie fired back joyfully, an involuntary smile stretching across his face.

They circled Steve’s pool for a few moments, panting from the sudden exertion, Eddie’s brain working overtime as he tried to figure a way out of the situation. Nancy had gotten Robin a glass of water, and the two girls sat on a lawn chair, far away from the danger zone. They would be no help, Eddie knew.

“You can’t run forever,” Steve teased, wiggling his fingers at Eddie, who shivered. “Promise to go easy on you if you let it happen.”

“Fucking liar,” Eddie grinned, arms hugging his own rib cage of their own accord.

Steve shrugged, “Too late to find out now.” He darted to one side and Eddie made a break for the patio door. If he could make it inside he could find a place to hide -

Unfortunately, the universe and the door had other plans.

Eddie tugged at the handle, but the door didn’t budge. He threw a glance backward, towards Steve, who was grinning evilly as he closed the distance between them. Eddie yelped, pulling harder at the handle, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Fuck you, piece of shit - fuck!” Eddie yelled as he was suddenly swept up into a bridal carry. It took his brain a moment to adjust as the world suddenly turned sideways, but Eddie was very aware that Steve had just picked him up like he weighed nothing, holy shit that was so hot and so unfair.

“Mmm, forgot to warn you,” Steve said. “The door tends to stick in the summer.”

“Steve, buddy, sweetheart, light of my life - woah!” Eddie’s babbling was cut off as Steve dumped him unceremoniously onto a lawn chair and straddled him, pinning Eddie’s arms underneath his knees. 

Eddie definitely did not blush, thank you very much, it was just… rather hot outside.

“Now what was it I did to Robin that you said was mean?” Steve asked, pretending to think. 

“Nothing, nothing, Steve wait I just - ohoho gohohohod,” Eddie started giggling immediately as Steve wiggled his fingers just above the ridges of his ribcage, not touching down.

“Seriously? This gets you?” Steve laughed.

“Shuhuhut up,” Eddie whined. “I cahahan’t hehelp it.”

“Aw, poor baby,”  Steve said with mock sympathy.

“Juhuhust - just gehehet it over wihihith,” Eddie said, squirming as much as he could in Steve’s hold.

“Well, if you insist, sweetheart,” Steve said, finally letting his fingers scribble over Eddie’s poor ribs.

Eddie screeched before descending into hysterical giggles. “Fuhuhuhuck you, Kihihing Steve.”

“How many goddamn times do I have to tell you not to call me that?” Steve asked, digging into the grooves of his ribs and making Eddie’s laughter get even louder.

Incorrigible, Eddie managed to get out, “At lehehast one mohohore tihihime, Kihihihing Steve.”

“Oh my god, ok, I was going to be nice, but now I’m not stopping until I find your worst spot,” Steve threatened, noticing Eddie’s face get a few shades redder. Steve moved his hands up and spidered into the hollows of Eddie’s underarms.

“Shihihihihihihihit!” Eddie laughed as he tried to squeeze his arms to his sides.

“Hmm. Good, but I think we can do better,” Steve mused. He cocked his head down where tears gathered in Eddie’s eyes. “How are you doing? Need a break?” He stilled his fingers for a moment to give Eddie time to answer.

“You can take your break and shove it up your aHAHAHAHAHASS, SHIT,” Eddie would rather die of laughter than admit that he needed a break - not that he was minding the current situation all that much.

“There’s no need to be rude, asshole,” Steve said, squeezing his way back down Eddie’s ribs to his sides. Eddie’s giggles went all breathy (and cute, Steve’s mind supplied unhelpfully) and Steve snorted. “Alright, now, you remember why you’re currently being turned into ticklish goo, Munson?”

“Nohohohohohot really,” Eddie snickered truthfully.

“The bet you and Robin made,” Steve supplied. “I’m not actually mad about the bet. I am, however, deeply offended,” he emphasized his words by vibrating his hand in the center of Eddie’s tummy, “That you assumed that I only care about my friends if they are under fifteen.”

“FuhuhuhuhuCK, OH gohohohoOD,” Eddie threw his head back at the unbearable sensation. He was vaguely aware of Steve continuing his lecture, but his brain was preoccupied with the ticklish sparks coming from Steve’s cruel hands.

Steve moved his hands lower, towards Eddie’s hips, and for the first time he felt a flicker of panic. “WAIT! Wahahahit, Stevie, you cahahan be done, I’ve - I’ve lehehearned my lesson.”

“What? Eddie the Great can’t stand a little tickling?” Steve teased, resting his hands ever so lightly on Eddie’s hip bones, not moving yet.

“Nohohohot THEHEHERE, he cahahahn’t,” Eddie admitted, squirming as much as he possibly could, giving Steve his best puppy eyes.

“Hmmm. Well, unfortunately for you, I promised I wouldn’t stop until I found your worst spot. Any last words, Munson?” Steve asked.

He took a deep breath, “Robin, I bequeath thee my rehehecord collection. Nancy, tell my uncle I loHOOHOHOVED HIM JEHEHEHEHESUS H CHRIHIST,” Eddie collapsed into loud belly laughter when Steve finally squeezed, bucking his hips so violently that Steve almost lost his balance.

“Oh my god, Munson, are you actually being murdered?” Robin snarked, parroting what Eddie had said to her earlier.

“FUHUHUHUHUCK, STEHEHEHEHEHEVE,” Eddie pleaded.

“I don’t know Eddie, you’re awfully cute when you’re laughing,” Steve smiled and drew circles with his thumbs.

“PLEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEASE,” Eddie begged, desperate.

Steve loved Eddie’s laugh, but he wasn’t a sadist. With one final scrape of his fingernails on Eddie’s hips, he stopped tickling.

It took Eddie a minute to realize his hands were free, but as soon as he did his hands went straight to his hips, trying to get rid of the ghost tickles.

“You survived!” Steve cheered, ruffling his hair. Eddie leaned in to the touch.

“Hehehey, Robin gohohot a hug when you were through wihihith her,” Eddie complained.

Steve cocked his head to the side, considering. Slowly, he leaned forward, eyes locked on Eddie’s, until they flicked down to his lips. “I’ll do you one better,” he said. “If you want.”

Shocked by the sudden change in Steve’s demeanor, Eddie lost his words. All he could do was nod, a little frantically, which he would later blame on the adrenaline.

Steve’s lips met Eddie’s. And Eddie had his second realization of the day.

He would go through that ordeal a thousand times over if it meant Steve would keep kissing him.

A wolf whistle from Robin shattered the moment, and Steve pulled back, breathless and red faced. His eyes searched Eddie’s face, anxiously looking for any hint that he did something wrong. Eddie knew he didn’t have the words to reassure him.

So, Eddie did the first thing that came to mind. He tipped his head up and captured Steve’s lips again, closed his eyes, and gave Robin the most emphatic middle finger he could muster.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

The Haikyuu Boys Helping You Cope with a Loss

Nekoma x GN reader; Karasuno x GN reader; Fukurodani x GN reader

Warnings: mentions of death/loss

AN: This is an Anon request!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Nekoma

The "will bend over backwards to support you in any way" squad

Seriously these kings are so supportive of their precious manager

Like they are just so happy to have you that they will do anything to keep you 🥺

So when they hear you lost a loved one, they will literally do whatever they can to help

First off, they will notice your change in deminer right away

Kuroo and Yamamoto have YN senses 🤚🏻

Tell me I'm wrong? I'm definitely not 😅

When you walk into, it's like the air shifts and Kuroos head snaps in your directions

"YN what's wrong? Did someone hurt you?"- Kuroo, willing to risk jail time for you

"YN istg I'll avenge you! Just point in the right direction"- Yamamoto

Please Kai come contain them

"YN are you ok?"- Kai the only calm one

"Yeah what did Lev do knoe?"- Yaku, always assuming it's Lev 😂

"I DIDNT DO ANYTHING YAKU!"- Lev, now yelling

Well this is going great

I'll be honestky, they probably make you smile YN 😊

"No, I just found out my ____ passed away"- you, on the verge of tears again 😪

"Oh YN! We are so sorry"- Kai, pulling you into a hug

Side note: Kai keeps mental tabs on everyone's form of comfort

This man is a boundaries and consent master 👏🏻

"It's ok"- you, clearly not ok

"YN, what can we do to help you?"- Kenma

Yes Kenma! Please he's supportive in a crisis and everyone knows it

"I dont- I don't know! I just miss them so much"- you, now full out sobbing 😭

Kuroo will call practice for the day and lead you to sit down and talk

"Would you like to tell us about them YN?"- Kuroo

You nod and tell them

Please these boys will sit and listen to you as long as they possibly can

After you start to feel a little better, Yamamoto will ask if you want to go get something to eat

You agree and get ready to go

Unfortunately for you, Nekoma is Nekoma and the Yaku-Kuroo drama starts

"There's a really great fish place down the way. Fish is an excellent source of protein which will help lift your spirits YN"- Kuroo

"Again with the fish 🙄 God how old are you?"- Yaku

😐😐😐

It's a good thing you love these boys YN 💜

Karasuno

Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Ennoshita and Kiyoko are going to be the most supportive

The rest are mainly comic relief 😅

It's not that they don't understand loss but they will struggle more with comforting you

When you walk into the volleyball gym in tears, Noya and Tanaka are on you like a fly on flystrip

"Yn what's wrong?"- Noya

"Yn who do I need to beat up?"- Tanaka

"Alright you two idiots, that's enough"- Daichi

"Whats wrong YN?"- Kiyoko

"My _____ passed away this morning and I'm really struggling"- you, crying and trying to maintain control

Say less YN ✋️

"Come on YN let's go sit down"- Kiyoko, leading you to a chair with Suga and Asahi right behind him

Dadchi has to deal with the idiots first then he will come 🤗

"Yn what can we do to help?"- Kiyoko

"Whatever you need, we are here for you"- Suga

"Can I have a hug?"- you 🥺

Again, say less Asahi will full on bear hug you

Tanaka and Noya are SO jealous but they will let it side

Their precious YN is in pain 😢

"Would you like to go home YN?"- Daichi now joining the group

"No, I think I'd like to stay. You guys always cheer me up"- you begin so sweet

"Did you hear that?? YN loves us"

Actual footage of their excitement 👇🏻

Please Ennoshita, smack them

Say less 🤚🏻

"YN said we cheer them up so stop acting like dumbasses!"- Ennoshita

You laugh 🤣

Tanka and Noya Faint 💀

Things are looking up 😊

Fukurodani

Akaashi ✋️

Need I say more? No

He's a total empath and can sense it the moment you walk through the door

You come in, not crying just sad

His head whips to you and his eyes narrow ok you 😐😑

Bokuto is jumping around per the usual and he's so excited to see you

Akaashi approaches you to see you've been crying

"YN are you ok?"- Akaashi

The rest of the team (aside from Bokuto) looks to see what's wrong

"I lost my ____ today"- you, extremely sad

"Oh YN I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do for you?"- Akaashi

"Actually, if you don't mind, I think I might head home. I'm just not in the mood to deal with practice"- You, being logical

Let's face it, your mood directly affects Bokuto and you know it

"Of course YN! Take all the time you need"- Washio, another super supportive member

"Text me when you get home ok YN"- Akaashi

You smile and walk out

Now Bokuto sees you leave and he's so confused

"Where did YN go?"- Bokuto

"Yn lost a loved one Bokuto. They need to go home"- Akaashi

Now Bokuto is going to get super upset because your upset

But never fear, Akaashi had an idea 💡

"How about after practice, we take YN something?"- Akaashi, knowing fully well that this is more for Bokuto than you

But he knows you'll appreciate it anyways 😊

"Like food? Or flowers? Or a card? Oh my god we have to finish practice!"- Bokuto, taking off running

Please he won't want to stay late tonight

When they arrive at your place, Akaashi will have to remind Bokuto why they are there

When you answer you are greeted with the softest "Hey hey hey YN" followed by a Bokuto sized hug 🥺

"Hey Bokuto, Akaashi"- you

"We bought you stuff to cheer you up YN"- Bokuto literally throwing the stuff in your hands

"You guys 🥺 thank you"- you, probably ready to cry again

"We love you YN and we want you to feel better"- Akaashi, with his precious smile

"Would you like to come in?"- You being nice

"Like into your house?"- Bokuto

"Where else?"- you 🤨

"AHHH WE'D LOVE TOO"- Bokuto, blazong past you

Please that happy boy will bring you so much joy in your touch times YN 💜

[serial-connection]

🔞🔞 18+ only NSFW. SMUT

I don't think there are any trigger warnings on this one. It is not as intense as the last one I posted.

Make Me Forget - Jake x MC one shot.

It's just after 1 am when I finally get to the motel in Duskwood. After two days of traveling, I'm exhausted and just want to sleep. I wander down the hall of the motel before finally stopping in front of room 121. I look at the key again to make sure I haven't misread the number from lack of sleep and see 121. I unlock the door and walk inside. I drop my bag on the small table before taking out my toothbrush and face wash. I quickly make my way to the small bathroom and quickly brush my teeth, and wash my face. I kick my pants off and take off my bra, leaving me in just a t-shirt and panties. Upon reentering the bedroom, I throw myself on the bed without even pulling the blankets back. Tomorrow I look for Jake but for now, I must sleep.

After what feels like, no time, I'm suddenly startled awake. I look at my phone and notice I've been asleep for almost two hours. I roll over and jump when I notice a hooded figure across the room. I start to panic, and as I'm about to scream, he speaks. "Shh MC, it's ok, it's me," says the deep, soothing voice. "Jake!" I jump off the bed and run to him and wrap my arms around him,  not caring that I'm only in a t-shirt and underwear. He looks down at me with those piercing blue eyes, and I can see how handsome he is. "Am I dreaming? What are you doing here?" I whisper to him, afraid if I'm too loud, I'll wake up, and he'll disappear. "What are you doing here?" "I could ask you the same thing. I remember you making a promise not to come to Duskwood." "I had to try to find you and make sure you were alright." He has a look of sadness in his eyes, and I see a single tear roll down his face. I pull his hood off his head and clasp my hands around the back of his neck. "Jake, what's wrong?" "I'm sorry. For everything. I'm sorry about Richy. I'm sorry you were brought into this. I'm sorry for -" I put my hand over his mouth to silence him. "Stop, stop apologizing. You're here, and that's all that matters. If you're here I can forget about everything else." I pull him closer to me and gently put my lips to his. He hesitates at first but starts to kiss me back. He sucks and nibbles on my bottom lip before sliding his tongue in my mouth, and I pray for this moment to never end. He slides his hands under my shirt to my bare back. He pulls me in closer. I pull away, breaking the kiss. "Please, Jake." I try to struggle to catch my breath. "Make me forget." "Are you sure?" He asks, and I nod before his lips crash down on mine again, this time hungrier and needier than before. Without breaking the kiss, he walks forward, pushing me back towards the bed. I stumble as my legs hit the bed and fall backward. Without missing a beat, he kneels on the bed, quickly pulls his hoodie over his head, and leans over me. I can't stop myself from reaching out and running my fingers down his bare torso. He smiles at me and grabs my shirt, pulling it over my head, revealing my breast, and already hardened nipples. He leans down and swirls his tongue around one nipple before moving to the next. He slides his hand down my stomach and into my panties. I gasp a little as his hand grazes my folds. He kisses me one more time before spreading my folds and rubbing circles around my clit. I try to say his name, but it comes out as nothing more than a moan. "I've wanted to hear that pretty mouth of yours moaning my name for quite some time," he whispers before slipping a finger into me. One hand gently twists one of my nipples while he sucks the other into his mouth. He slips another finger in making me moan again. "That's it, MC. Don't hold back, I want to hear every moan." He pumps his fingers in and out, and in no time, I feel the first orgasm take over. Jake continues to finger me, drawing out my high as long as possible.

He takes his fingers out and sucks my juices off of them before letting out a small moan himself. He pulls my panties down and starts to undo his belt. I can already see that he's rock hard, but when he slides his pants and boxers down, allowing his dick to spring free, I gasp at the size. I'm not a virgin by no means, but he's certainly the biggest I've ever seen. He pushes me back on the bed and spreads my legs. He grabs the base of his dick lining it up with my opening. He gently slides in it allowing me to adjust to his size. Once he's fully inside me, he stops and looks at me like he's not sure if I'm ready. I buck my hips against him and he starts thrusting in and out. I let out a long moan as he hits all the right places. "That's it, cum for me MC." He says and my next orgasms ripples through me as I dig my fingers into the mattress beside me. Once I come down off my high I push him off and over onto his back. He looks at me intrigued as I position myself above him. Without warning, I slide down impaling myself on him. "Fuck!" He moans out. I find my rhythm rocking my hips against him. I love the look on his face as I slide up and down on him. He reached down and starts rubbing my clit as I ride him. My walls tighten around him as I cum once more. I continue riding him and I see his eyes start to roll back in his head. "Cum for me Jake. I want to feel you cumming inside me." After a few more seconds he finally finds his release and I feel his seed squirting into me the feeling making me cum once more. I rock my hips a few more times milking him dry before I finally collapse on top of him. "I love you so fucking much." He whispers. "I love you more."