#so i made this in a hurry with what i had XD

[dafry-shenanigans]

I have no idea wth is happening but i want in-

Randy: Uh... Is he okay...?

Jake: Yeah don't worry, he'll be fine... I think...

[yuoic]

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[hammysando]

“Thank-You's and Goodbyes” Floyd Leech x Bullied!GN!Reader

AN: This is pure angst. Hurt and no comfort. Can you guys tell I really like to write angst? I SWEAR there is fluff coming soon- It's very similar to the Jing Yuan fanfic toward the end, but I like this one too XD. Anyway, don't forget to like and reblog if you enjoyed! And drop a comment if you so feel like it! <3 Reader is Gender Neutral!

Wordcount: 1.3K+ words~

Prompt: Nothing hurts more than almost. And being too late.

TW: Mentions of suicide, Major character death (Reader), Topics of bullying and grief.

Please read at your own risk!

More below the cut~

Floyd noticed them on a random Thursday, when he decided to be early to Crewel’s Potionology class. He had been ready to skip completely, but decided that if he wanted to pass the next lab, he'd better attend. He slunk toward the entrance, lanky frame bobbing slightly with his laid-back, slow steps. Though, his feet came to a stop as he heard sniffling from inside the classroom.

”Ehhh? Is someone already here?” He mused this to himself as he peeked into the room curiously.

Someone stood at the furthest desk from the doorway, head bowed as hot tears slid down their cheeks. They seemed to stare down at the desk for a while longer before wiping their eyes and taking out a cloth and tiny bottle of liquid from their uniform jacket. Quickly, they poured the cleaning solution on their desk before scrubbing away at something. This piqued Floyd’s interest as he stepped in and made his way over, his signature smile in his face. Bending down, he hummed in the student’s ear and spoke, voice playful and probing.

“Say, I haven't seen you before.” His grin deepened, dual colored eyes squinting slightly with mischievous amusement. “I'll call you flamefishie.”

Floyd Leech’s second encounter with this stranger happened when he came early once again. Except this time, he peeked over their shoulder as they started to erase black and red words off their desk. The ink ran and disappeared quickly, but Floyd could feel himself tense as the words flashed in his mind.

“Worthless freak.”

“Gonna cry?”

“I bet your parents are embarrassed of you because you're practically magicless.”

“Say, Flamefishie… Who-” The student broke away, leaving wordlessly and in a hurry. The teal-haired man didn't get a chance to say anything more. Floyd waited for them to return, but the one he had dubbed as “Flamefishie”, didn't show for the rest of Crewel’s class.

Their third meeting, occured when Floyd arrived at the empty classroom, early yet again for the third time. He was in a terrible mood, being stuck with Azul’s yammering about customers and the Monstro Lounge. Did he never learn to loosen up? What irritated Floyd even more, were the three students crowding around a certain desk. They snickered loudly as they marked up the poor student’s desk. Ah, what a perfect opportunity to vent a little of his anger.

In a few lanky steps, he was upon the three students. One, was from Savanaclaw, while the other two were from Flamefishie’s dorm. Oh, that somehow made Floyd feel more murderous. His looming presence alone was enough to silence the snickering as the three students turned slowly. Heterochromic eyes glared down at them intensely as he spoke, cheery voice a contrast to the expression on his face, and the terrifying look in his eyes.

“Say… So you're the three that make Flamefishie cry…?” He smiled cruelly and a little unhingedly as he descended. “I'll give you a count to three before I squeeze you all.”

It was safe to say that the three scrambled away without as much as a glance back. Floyd fixed his uniform tie before the sound of books thudding against the floor caught his attention. His head snapped up and he turned, to see the familiar student he had come into contact with a few times before. Their (eye color) eyes were wide, already filling with tears. Were they always crying? Before Floyd could say anything, another thud filled the silence as the crying student dropped their bag and rushed over, throwing their arms around Floyd. The eel man froze but threw his head back and laughed. This was a surprise. One that put him in a good mood. It sounded as if they whispered something to him under their breath. Something he couldn't make out, but decided not to bring up as he took their hand and dragged them out of class.

“We're skipping class, Flamefishie~!” And it seemed like they were okay with that.

There had been buzz around the NRC, about the death of a student. Suicide, the whispering said. They weren't known very well amongst the student body, but that didn't stop the solemn feeling of mourning to choke the air. Floyd had a bad feeling in his gut, suddenly. Wait a second… Months had passed since he saw Flamefishie. It irritated him at first. Were they avoiding him? Why? But soon their absence became a normal occurrence that he had gotten used to. But now, oh, what could he say to that horrible dread he felt sitting in his stomach as he raced to his potionology class?

Floyd stared down at that specific desk; the one that peculiar student occupied for every one of Crewel’s boring lectures. Disbelief ran through him before rage replaced it. But that rage quickly died as he stared blankly. There, sitting atop their desk, was a vase of orchids, soft and white. He knew what this was.

Under the vase, was a letter addressed to him. It was simple, the only embellishment on it being a scribble of an eel on the corner of the envelope. Floyd tore the letter open with slightly shaking hands, unprepared for what he would read.

Many students say you're scary. But… You were so kind to me. Especially that day. I'm so grateful to have encountered someone like you.

So thank you. And goodbye.

It wasn't even signed. Floyd felt his frustration, anger, and sorrow all boil over as he turned and kicked over one of the chairs violently. Was he stupid? He had never even asked them their name. Storming out of the class, he couldn't bring himself to look back, the letter clutched in his hands tightly.

The next few days were like a blur. And before he knew it, he was attending an assembly for that student’s death. It was a blur as well, and he wandered his way around before a hand on his shoulder caught his attention. Floyd flared up, ready to beat someone to a bloody pulp, but stopped when he recognized a familiar shade of (eye color) eyes, looking at him. For a second, he could feel himself grow hopeful before realization crushed him. No, this wasn't his Flamefishie.

“Floyd Leech?” A man’s voice sounded, calm yet laced with hurt and sorrow.

“What's it to you?” He spat this, feeling a bad mood coming on.

The man simply smiled slightly. “I'm… (Full Name)’s older brother.. I just wanted to thank you, for being the reason they smiled so much. (Name) never did much, as far back as I could remember… I don't know what you were to each other, but they seemed alive when they spoke about you.” He seemed to stop, smile faltering before it perked up once more.

“So thank you, for giving them good memories.” Floyd turned in that instant and left, scowl deepening until he found himself far away from everyone. The NRC campus was empty, every student having gone to that assembly. Without the suffocating air of sorrow and sadness, Floyd started to question himself. Question why he cared at all in the first place. They had barely known each other. They'd only encountered each other a handful of times. So why did the sadness eat away at him from the inside? Why did the sorrow burn his eyes so?

Floyd felt a tear hit his hand, followed by another, and another. He couldn't stop the rain clouds that had started to gather round his mismatched eyes. And a realization hit him. About why he cared. Why it hurt like this.

He loved (Name).

[alexa-fika]

Heyo, how are you? I’m not sure if you celebrate it, but hope you had a great Easter? Would you write another Dokucha story where she’s the daughter of Mihawk and being very secretive whenever she goes somewhere. One day, Mihawk follows her (Crocodile and Buggy follow him too, they’ve got nothing better to do xD) which is easier said than done. She’s very smart (after all she’s Mihawk’s daughter) and tries to make sure not to be followed. Once they find her, they can’t understand what they walked into. Humandrills, Bananawanis, Kung-Fu Dugongs, and many more other animals are living in a secret place together and getting along, and especially, they all love her so so much. Together with her animal family they’re taking care of a wounded Sea King. Buggy is ready to leave the place and never come back, too many fearsome creatures for his taste and Crocodile and Mihawk are just at a loss for words (now Crocodile knows where his pets went, she doesn’t like that he uses them for battles and such, she loves their company and would never want any harm to come to them). Once they sense the three men, all the animals start to become hostile towards them ready to protect Dokucha at all cost.

The Scaly and furry ( mihawk x f!child!reader x crocodile)

A/N I DID IT GUYS AFTER SO LONG I FINALLY DID IT. I din’t have any idea on how to integrate buggy so he kinda got missed out. But here we are another dracule!reader, reader is in ther middle childhood, so young but not a todler but also not a teen. But anyways thank you guys so much for waiting

Mihawk narrows his eyes as once again his daughter had left in a hurry, leaving behind a poor excuse of wanting to explore the outside. His eyes flickering back to his co-worker as he pipes in

“If you’re that curious about what the brat is up to, we can simply follow her,” Crocodile huffs out, a cloud of smoke leaving his mouth as he spoke

It was easier said than done, seeing as his daughter had inherited haki from him, one she had harnessed under both his and Crocodile’s guidance. But it was still not on par with theirs, which made it possible for the two men to evade her detection, following her as she made her wave through the thick bushes until she arrived at a cove hidden away by trees and boulders.

She blinked, looking back

“I thought I felt something…” she murmured, turning back around smiling as she spotted one of her friends waiting for her at the entrance of a more secluded part of the cove.

“Hi Manny, I'm back!” She called to the Dugong, who made some aggressive punching movements her way as they both entered a more enclosed part of the cove

“I know, I’m sorry. Dad and Cruncle are getting suspicious, so it was harder to get this time,” the girl grumbles, letting out a squeak as she was suddenly lifted off the ground, relaxing when she recognized the presence.

“Enrique, you scared me,” she gasped, giggling when the human drill hugged her tighter

“I ‘m sorry; I know I was gone longer than normal; I'm back,” she said, smiling up at the ape that sat in the branches, letting low hoots as he put the girl down again

“I knew you cared, Enrique!”

A louder set of hoots and disgruntled noises left the Humandrill upon hearing this

“Tell yourself that, but I know you care!” She argued back to the growing cacophony of howls and screams, the occasional gecker leaving the ever-increasing group only to be stopped as Manny, now joined with his own group of dugongs, began emitting a series of whistles to get both of them on track

“Ah right, sorry,” she apologized, making haste to a blue hole deeper down the cove, smiling as a colossal beast surfaced when she kneeled next to it

“Hi Musa, how are they doing? I’m sorry it took me a bit, but I brought the medicine. Would you bring them up?” She spoke as she caressed the bananawani’s jaw, grinning when the latter let out a satisfied hiss as she sank back into the depths, returning accompanied both only by more of her kind but with a similar-sized beast being supported by their scaly bodies

She frowns at the Sea King’s state as they weakly glance at her, letting out a weak hiss in greeting

“Here, can you open your mouth?” Smiling when they complied, throwing the medication in their mouth

“You’re bigger, so I had to get a couple…hundred, but it sho-AH

Her words were caught up as, for the second time, she found herself airborne, this time; however, the culprit seemed to be a dusty mass dragging her feet in the air and dangling her upside down

As soon as this happened, as a switch being flicked, all the animals in the room became alert, aggresive, the bananawanis crawling out of the water and standing in front of her now dangling body. The dugongs and Humandrills stood in their own formations, preparing to fight the newcomers. Some of the human drills were quick to try to get the girl down, climbing through branches near her position, only to back down as the sand lashed out at them if they got too close

“It’s okay, guys, I know them,” she explains, trying to calm the growing tension in the cove

“Hi dad, hi Cruncle….what are you guys doing here?”

“I reckon we should be the ones asking that question,” Mihawk spoke, staring up at the girl

“What are you doing near them?” Crocodile growled as the creatures began to advance on them, as he flashed them with his haki in return, grinning when they backed away

“Wait, don’t hurt them! I can explain!” She hurried out

Mihawk quirked an eyebrow at that

“They’re my friends!” She chirps only to turn into a squeal as she is raised higher after a shared glance between the ex-warlords

“Dad!” She whined, a frown on her face

“Where did they come from?”

She pouts at that

“Well?”

“The human drills came with me from our old home, and we found the dugongs at the beach.”

Mihawk glances at Crocodile for confirmation on the latter, already knowing how likely it was for the apes to have followed them to the island, seeing how close they had grown in Kuragaina Island

“Dugongs are native to this area,” he confirms

He hums at that

“And the beasts?”

“I sneaked into Uncle’s gloomy room, and they were just there; they were lonely, so, I kind of, umm, let them go?”

Crocodile lets out a scoff at that

“They are huge predators, the only predators to sea kings, and you let them go because they looked lonely?”

“That’s what I just said, dummy.”

“Watch it brat.”

She sticks out her tongue at him in return

Mihawk rolled his eyes, walking closer to her

“What about the sea king?”

“It’s a baby! It got left by his pod, and he got really sick; he found them when me and Musa were out swimming, and we wanted to help them, well Musa wanted to eat them at first….”

“You are going to be the death of me,” he sighed, catching the child as Crocodile released the sand holding them up

“So…can I come see them again?” She asked the men once they had departed from the cove, much to the chagrin of the animals

They glance at each other before Crocodile begins

“The banawani need to come back.” he started sending her a side glare when she began to protest

“They have a job to do; once they do their job, they are free to go and rendevous with you,” he states

“Job? Do they play with you too, Cruncle? Is their job to keep you company?”

“N-

He pauses at the scathing glare he receives from the swordsman, understanding it was better not to let the young girl know what the reptile’s actual job consisted of

“..They keep me company and help me with some cleaning.”

“Cleaning? Them?” She questions, trying to picture the crocodiles using their huge bodies to tidy up an office

“They get rid of the trash for me.”

“Oh! That sounds like Musa and the rest! They are always hungry,” she laughs

Mihawk nods his head, a silent sign of acknowledgment for the otherwise aloof man

“You have to let me know where you are actually going from now on, no more sneaking out. As long as you do that, you are allowed to continue your peculiar friendship group.”

“Really?!”

“Yes.”

“Thank you, dad!”

A moment of silence envelops the trio as they continue walking, only to be cut short by the girl once again

“Do you want to come to cuddle and play with them with me?”

“No.”

“Worth a shot”

Again thank you for all the kind words I got saying to take my time, and sorry I completely disregard your words cause LISTEN I WANT TO KEEP GIVEN YOU GUYYS

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

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Fangs

Astarion x werewolf!reader

Warnings: hurt/comfort, feelings, vampire things, werewolf things, jealousy, swearing, intimacy, first times, descriptions of puking xD, swearing, strangers to friends to lovers

Goddamnit I’m getting impatient I can’t wait six days😭

The amount of edits I’ve watched of him is sad

The call of the moon was always on your mind before the full moon. The tingling through your muscles waiting to be free out in the woods, hunt whatever poor creature was out there. It was the day before, you locked your chickens up securely, made sure to close off the garden as you always did and locked the house, you didn’t need a rampage inside, not again. You waited till sundown, sat on a log away from your house, a pair of old clothes on, than again all clothes were old when the full moon came, you never bought anything nice, too afraid to ruin it. As darkness crept over your hair began to stand up, you grew fidgety, muscles spasming. You felt the tug finally and groaned, you went to your knees and panted as you hunched over. Your bones began to crack and your skin began to shed. The whole process was painful and it felt like your mind always slipped away. Soon enough your beast form knelt there, large hands planted in the ground. You let out a grave howl and sniffed the air eyes piercing through the forest as you smelt your hunt. You launched off your hind feet, going down onto all fours as you ran, struggling to fully let go to the beast so you didn’t have to watch. It felt like you’d gone to sleep in a different body when you finally let go. The beast rampaging through the forest, tearing through the deer that it had found. Something was different though, a new scent on the air, strange, being so far out in the forest visitors never came, nor did travellers.

You jolted a bit when you gained consciousness hearing someone stumble back.

“Shit” you heard and snapped your head to see a pale elf with white hair. You frowned at him as he stared at you. You covered yourself the best you could, your beast hated clothing.

“I’m not dead, thank you!” You said and he gulped.

“I know” he said eyes darting awkwardly away.

“Are you lost?” You added feeling highly exposed.

“Uh, no” he said almost like a question.

“You don’t know if you’re not lost?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not lost” he huffed.

“Then go away!” You yelled.

“Right” the man said and hurried away and you cursed lifting your top half off the grass. You waited till you couldn’t see him and quickly darted back to your house. You grabbed a robe you left on the bench outside and put it on before going to your chickens. No damage, and still five chickens. You sighed grabbing their feed and letting them out. You grabbed your basket and gathered their eggs before unlocking your door and heading inside. You thought back to the elf, what a weird man, what was he going to do? rob your body?! Unless it was much darker than that. You shuddered at the thought at least you woke up in time. You didn’t make any food, after whatever the beast ate you were full and nauseous. You grabbed some tea, got dressed and sat outside to watch your chickens. You felt bile in your throat and groaned as you quickly moved away from your house and hunched over and threw up. You coughed and groaned quickly looking away from the chewed up raw meat.

“Oh gods” you said going to your bench with a groan. You wiped your mouth with you robe and shrugged it off, you’ll wash that later. You groaned again slumping against your cottage you took a small sip of tea to get rid of the acid taste in your mouth, before going to clean your robe.

When the next full moon came you didn’t expect to see that elf again, let alone have his fangs in your neck as you awoke. You tore him off and pinned him to the ground, grabbing his own dagger and pressing it to his neck. You panted anger flaring in your mind, beast begging to come up. You groaned fighting for control dagger dropping by his head making him flinch.

“Oh dear” he muttered one hand holding your hip lightly.

“Easy now” he said and you growled at him.

“Or not” he gulped as you tumbled off him. You shook, trying to take deep breaths, gods you didn’t want to change again. Your bones cracked in and out of place, wanting to shift, but you fought listening to the river and birds and finally, you calmed. You listened to the elf behind you shuffle before something was placed over you. You flinched and went to fight him, but realised he was just covering you with his shirt. You glared at him, but sat up, back to him and quickly put it on. You stayed seated in the cross keeping your hands over your lower parts, legs crossed as well. You pressed a hand to your neck and hissed gently. You pulled it back seeing blood and glared at the elf vampire.

“Listen please for a minute” he begged and you gave him a deadly look, also secretly admiring the muscle he had before cursing that thought.

“Or don’t, but, yes I am lost! I haven’t fed in a month not since you’ve apparently hunted everything in this Godforsaken woods!” He yelled and you raised an eyebrow at his stupid lie.

“Ok not everything, just, I needed something more to keep me going till I find somewhere” he sighed pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Human blood is so much more filling” he said and you made a disgusted face.

“Well beast blood in your case I suppose, hells that changing looks painful” he shuddered and you sighed.

“Will you please say something!” He said.

“Fuck you” you said.

“Thank you!” He sighed in relief.

“The village is that way” you pointed.

“How far that way?” He asked.

“A day or two” you shrugged.

“Follow the river” you added.

“Can I have my shirt back?” He commented and you froze.

“When I get back home” you said.

“Shall we just meet again in a months time so you can give it back?” He tried to joke, but you just glared and he chuckled nervously. You could feel the sickness again, your human stomach did not handle raw meat. You gagged a bit and turned away to puke again hearing the disgusted sound he made. You groaned standing up and going to the river. You washed your face before taking a small sip and sighing.

“Why eat it if you’re going to throw it up again?” He asked and you glared at him briefly, not having the strength to hold it though.

“I don’t control it” you said referring to your beast.

“It likes raw meat, I don’t” you sighed trying to find the strength in your legs.

“Would you like help?” He asked standing by you and holding a hand out to you. You wanted to slap it away, but sighed and took it. You felt dizzy as you stood, legs almost caving before he steadied you.

“Easy there” he said as you closed your eyes and kept your head down. You froze though when a tongue ran across the puncture wounds in your neck and slapped him.

“Hells!” He yelled holding his cheek and stumbling back.

“I healed it for you!” He groaned and you felt your neck with a frown, he did. You cursed him quickly storming off.

“My shirt!” He yelled, but you ignored him. He followed you back grumbling along the way, you grabbed your robe and shrugged it on. Counted your chickens and unlocked their cages before feeding them.

“Could you skip your rituals so I can leave quicker” he huffed and you huffed yourself unlocking your house and going inside. You shrugged off your robe and his shirt, smelling his scent in the fabric. It made you freeze for a moment, your sense of smell was always keen, but this smell you enjoyed. You flushed and glanced behind you before you sniffed it again sighing. You threw it on your bed though staring in horror, the hell did you just do?!

You got dressed and threw his shirt back at him and stormed back inside, door slamming shut.

“You’re welcome!” He yelled making your jaw clench as you filled the kettle.

“And thank you!” He added before you heard him leave finally.

You thought you were finally done with the elf vampire but seems fate had other ideas. It hadn’t even been a month, you weren’t lying out in the woods naked with his fangs in your neck. No he was haunting your dreams like some parasite in your head. Some were horrible, you tearing him apart while others were like you’d been friends for years. Who was he?

Next part ->

[t0ta11y-n0t-cup1d]

Hello~ ʕっ˘ڡ˘ςʔ

I have a request for one-shot with Rise Leo x a crush fem reader were the reader is an actor for a movie as the maniac villan but she is very shy irl (maybe Leo finds a fan fiction about reader, would he read it? XD) Is ok if you don't want to do this 😅

(Not at All) Evil

꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ ;; leo's meeting his celebrity crush, turns out she's not as villainous as portrayed

taglist ;; @apostlephobe

req ;; yes/no

fem reader - she/her prns

warnings ;; swearing

"Leo! Get a hurry on, we'll be late for the convention!" Raph groaned, Donnie tapping his foot impatiently alongside him as Mikey bounced about, chittering on about how excited he was.

Leonardo, on the other hand, was very, very nervous. He's been a long-time fan of Y/n ever since they starred in a movie as a villain. As soon as he heard the evil laughter spilling from her lips in one particular scene, he was smitten. And of course, his brothers being the good family they were, found and purchased tickets for a convention where Y/n would have a scheduled meet-and-greet.

The day before, he very carefully curated his outfit, picked out funny jokes and even made a script for anything that Y/n might say during the meet-and-greet. He had everything down to a T, to ensure he made a good impression on the idol he oh-so adored.

"Leo, if you don't get your fanboy butt out here, we're leavin' without ya!" Raph yells.

"... Fanboy ass." Mikey corrected quietly with a snicker.

The alligator snapping turtle turned on his heel towards Michelangelo with a scowl. "What. Did. You. Just. Say?"

"N-Nothin'!" Mikey squeaked, hiding behind Donnie.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Leo yelled back, giving one last glance in the mirror before grabbing a backpack to carry with him. Once everyone was all gathered up together, they made the long journey towards the convention center. The brothers promised to meet up together after, each going their separate ways. If he could remember correctly, Leonardo watched as Donnie headed towards a streamer’s (who was famous for building very questionable and dangerous things) meet-and-greet, Raph was off to see the booths and the cute things being sold, and Mikey was going to the food stalls, where there would be some prestigious chefs and food critics.

Simply vibrating in both anxiety and joy, Leo couldn’t stop the small chirrups that escaped him as he made his way upstairs, taking several rides up elevators to see his idol. The posters hung around, some boasting her presence, servined only to fuel the fire of his excitement.

Leonardo finally arrived at the designated area for Y/n’s meet-and-greet, velvet ropes set up to help designate where the fans should line up and patiently wait for their turn to have their photos taken and to chat with the actress. Only… It was strangely empty?

The red-eared slider looked around, confused. It was only 3pm, surely the meet-and-greet would be starting in some thirty minutes? He came early, but not that early. He opened up his phone to look at the tickets and then to look at the flyer for Y/n’s booth, only to crumble to the ground and hit the wall in agony.

‘Come and see the fabulous Y/n IRL! Booths and meet-and-greet open from 3:30-5pm!’

What he hadn’t read were the dates that she would be present. Alas, he had come a day too late.

Sulking and moping with his head hung low, Leonardo sought out Raph and clung to him sadly, weeping overdramatically as he perched atop his older brother’s shell. He whined and moaned about ‘injustice’ and the ‘absolute ruin’ his day had become as Raphael purchased new stuffed animals and even a small treat to cheer Leo up. Leo sobbed as he munched on a cupcake.

Eventually the whole group had gotten back together, the sun starting to set as they made their way towards a restaurant to order some food.

“I just don’t get it,” Leonardo wailed, leaning on Donnie (much to his twin’s disapproval). “I thought the meet-up was today… I was so, so excited, you guys can’t even IMAGINE the amount of, of- Donnie, what’s a big, genius word for feeling sad?”

“Bereaved? Sorrowful? Despondent? Woeful? Disconsolate? P-”

Leo made a loud shushing sound at the softshell as Raph ordered for the brothers. “Yes, yes, yes, I get it! I have such sadness in me, none of you could possibly understand!” (They all, in fact, understood, because Leonardo would simply not stop moaning and groaning over it since they all had regrouped.)

They all sat down in a booth, each having a burger, some fries and a soda. “But I’m just saying, I can’t believe I misread the flyer.” Leo sighed sadly, taking a sorrowful munch of his burger. “I was so looking forward to meeting her. I guess it just wasn’t meant to be.”

“Um, excuse me?” A small, feminine voice spoke up.

Leonardo turned towards her, a gloomy look on his face. The first thing that his eyes had landed on was his phone (a distinct, blue-decorated phone case, as well as a photocard of Y/n’s role as the villain behind the clear phone case, credits to Mikey) in her hand, offering it to the brothers.

“Is this one of yours?”

Then, Leo took the phone and opened his mouth to thank the kind young woman, only to gape his mouth at her in surprise. To his absolute, inexplicable glee, the girl who had given Leo his phone was none other than his idol. There stood Y/n, in all of her glory!

“Ah- uhm, you, uh, when- You, you, uhm-” Leonardo babbled, cheeks flushed in embarrassment as his tail thumped against the plasticy-fabric of the booth and his fingers tapped in a fast, rhythmic pattern on the table.

His brothers laughed, Donnie leaning over with a shit-eating grin. “Sorry about my brother, he’s very socially inept and stupid. He means to say thank you and that he’s a very big fan of your films and the roles that you play.”

“Oh! And he was real sad earlier ‘cause he missed your meet-and-greet today ‘cause he misread the flyer for it!” Mikey added, a bright smile on his face.

Y/n nodded softly, a gentle smile on her lips as she looked towards Leonardo. “Is that so? I’m very sorry. I’ll talk to my managers later about making sure the dates and times are clearer.” She responded in a sheepish, genuine tone. “Would you like a photo, then? I apologize that you had wasted your money in such a way.”

“I-you, uhhh, um, y-”

“Yes, he would!” Raph smiled, picking up Leo so that he stood beside you. Donnie took Leo’s phone, tapping away and inserting the password.

“Next time, don’t leave your phone on with fanfiction up, Leo. This writing is abysmal!” Don teased, giving a knowing nod towards Y/n as he pulled up the camera. “Alright! Leo, smile!”

Click!

As the brothers returned to their seats, Y/n stuck by for a few minutes to laugh and chat for a bit, writing her autograph onto a napkin, placing it in front of Leo before leaving.

It wasn’t until they were at home that Leonardo finally came to. “Oh my god. Oh. Oh my GOD!” He shrieked in the turtle tank as he swiped through his phone and clutched the napkin. “OHMYGO- Owwww!” He rubbed the back of his head, tossing a glare at Donnie, who had hit the back of his head.

He huffed and ran over to his room, taking some tape from Mikey’s and taping the autograph onto his wall. Leo chirped happily, clapping his hands in glee. “This! This is the best day ever!” He shouted in joy.

A/N ;; girl im so fuckin EEPY I SWEAR IVE NEVER BEEN SO EEPY IN MY LIFE </3 anyway TY FOR THE REQUEST GRACIAS!!!! mewmewmew THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN might make crumbs for it???? bc i scrapped. a LOT of scenes. anyway first week of school over and i already want to kword myself <33333

LUV FROM ;; CUPEZ

[joanquill]

Confession time + "Surprise!"

Hello thanks for the opportunity *-* I would like to request : - After reader came back badly hurt from a mission(but will survive) -> 5 (if you do not like it maybe 25) - Albert - well then romantic x) - fluff (And I'll wait next year to ask 28 or 4 xD haha) Thanks <3

Albert James Moriarty

A/N: I kind of made Albert more on the teasing side if that's okay ^^"

You gasped as you shot upright, cold sweat trickling down your forehead as you panted, finding yourself on a bed and covered in bandages.

'What-Ow!'  you flinched as a sharp pain shot through your side.

You groaned as you looked around, seeing you were inside a hospital room and found a vase of red roses on your bedside table.

"...What happened in the mission?..." you muttered, trying to recall what led you here.

"Excuse me-" the door opened, and you saw a doctor walk in, a shocked expression on his face when he saw you.

You awkwardly waved your hand, snapping him out of it, and called for a nurse in a hurry, making you more nervous.

'How long was I out?'

"Four weeks!?" you repeated, stunned by the answer as the doctor confirmed.

"Aside from a traumatic brain injury, you also had a couple of broken ribs and numerous cuts all over your arms, legs, and torso," the doctor listed as he wrote on his clipboard, making you look down at your bandage-covered body.

"You will need to stay in the hospital for at least two more weeks so we can monitor your recovery," he added, making you internally sigh.

"Okay..." you muttered, processing this new information.

"You're quite lucky," the doctor added, pocketing his pen, "If you were brought just a minute too late, you might not have survived,"

"Yes! You have quite the loving husband," the nurse happily added, making you blink at her in confusion.

"I-I'm sorry... husband?"

"A man brought you in. It was quite the sight, seeing a noble covered in blood while carrying someone in his arms," the doctor mused, making you freeze.

'A noble... That means...'  you thought, knowing only two people who can fit the title.

"E-Excuse me..." you called out, catching the two's attention, "The man who brought me here... What color was his hair?"

"Brown,"

'That's what I thought...!'  you thought in horror, already hearing the teasing and jokes from a mile away.

"He's quite the devoted husband, too! Visiting you every day with roses in hand," the nurse happily sighed as if congratulating you.

You felt your face flush at her comment, making you quickly deny it.

"N-No, you've got it all wrong!"

"Speaking of him," the doctor quipped, pulling out his pocketwatch as he ignored your protests, "He should be arriving soon,"

The door opened as if on cue, revealing a tired Albert holding a bouquet of roses.

His eyes slowly looked up and landed on you, making him gasp as his eyes widened.

"We'll take this as a sign to leave," the nurse whispered, winking at you as she pulled the doctor along and left the room, unable to give you a second to protest.

As the door closed, you could feel the heavy awkwardness in the air.

"S-Surprise...!" we weakly greeted, wanting to feel the silence with something while Albert kept quiet.

"S-Sorry, I guess that's not the first you should say when you wake up from a-" you felt Albert hug you tightly, not applying pressure on your injuries as you saw the roses he had a second ago fall on the floor.

"You're awake..." he whispered, his whole body trembling as he kept you close.

You took a deep breath as you hugged him back.

"Yeah... I'm back..."

"I can feed myself," you grumbled with flushed cheeks, avoiding the apple slice Albert was trying to feed you.

"You shouldn't move so much," he warned with a glare, making you sigh and reluctantly take the slice.

As you chewed, you looked over to the roses Albert brought in, now replacing the roses from before.

"Say... The flowers," you turned around to him, making him look at the vase.

"...I've been changing them whenever I visit," he confirmed, giving you another slice.

"I see..." you replied, remembering the nurse's comment as you looked away in embarrassment.

"Is something wrong?" Albert quickly got up from his seat, touching your forehead as he checked your temperature.

"I'm fine! I'm okay!" you quickly confirmed, pulling his hand off as he sighed in relief.

"That's good to hear..." he muttered, grabbing the fruits again.

You raised a brow as you looked at him, not used to seeing this side of him.

"...Since when have you been this caring?" you bluntly asked, catching him off guard.

He breathed out a smirk as he peeled another apple.

"Since I almost lost the person I love," he confessed, making you freeze.

"Don't joke about that," you grumbled, feeling your face warm up as Albert chuckled with a teasing grin.

"Who said it was a joke?"

[lightfeltmemories]

black!reader finds out feitan's hair is actually naturally curly

kind of a small thing when you find out that feitan actually has curly hair naturally and... it's kind of cute :3 this is based off the fact that when curly hair while its straight is exposed to steam and water it curls up ;)

also, spoilers! if you haven't caught up with the manga and especially read chapter 396 then don't read this (the curly hair thing isn't made up btw look it up!) and please do not come in my comments asking "why is the reader specifically black shouldn't this be for everyone!!!??" first of all go to literally any other feitan x reader fanfic on here then you can see content geared towards you and second it makes more sense for the reader to be black so hush.. anyway

tags; x black!fem!reader, this is kinda short less than 500 words so if you want something novel long then idk what to tell you, non yandere feitan, soft-ish feitan (you know how he is), definitely self indulgent don't judge, nothing bad happens tbh it's pretty fluffy and just normal couple stuff honestly but there are very brief mentions of torture and murder and that's all, feitan uses your conditioner xD

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you were currently in the kitchen making dinner while feitan was in the shower, before you met him he didn't shower very often, he always had either a metallic smell of blood or straight up rotting human flesh and it smelled horrible, so, you had to talk him into taking showers at least once a week, you were practically begging this man.

and to your surprise, he actually listened.

it had been only about half a year since you both decided to officially start dating, at first you were a bit nervous that he might torture and eventually kill you like everyone else, but that time hasn't come yet, he's actually a tad bit more open with you than he is anyone else, he's more open to your touch, he'll tease you, purposefully hide things you always use just to see you look for them, you learned that he is quite playful.

dinner was almost done and you heard the water shut off in the bathroom meaning feitan was done with the shower.

you decided to fix his dinner first and yours last so that he can come out with his food already out and ready for him, he had been in the shower for about 40 or so minutes while his food was out and ready for less than 10.

you go in the hallway to check on him and you see him walk out with a tower wrapped around his waist, showing off his fit body, for such a small guy it looked as if he lived at the gym.

but that wasn't what surprised you.

what surprised you was the fact that his hair wasn't straight anymore, he had tight, wet curls!

feitan looked at you, confused by your shocked face.

"what?" he asked you.

walking over to him to feel his wet hair, it was soft... and oddly smelled of your conditioner.

"first of all, i didn't know you had curly hair! and second, did you use my conditioner?"

feitan shrugs at the questions. "maybe i did use your conditioner." he says, walking to the shared room, smiling and closing the door behind you.

"well, hurry it up in there because your dinner is ready!"

[echoing--stars]

Hey Stars! I adore your writing❤️

For a prompt how about Time and Warriors, reunion/trust? I can’t stop thinking about Wars realizing that the Little Link he fought the war with grew up to be Time,,, I feel like it’s bittersweet for both of them 🥲❤️

Aww, thank you! I'm so glad that you've been enjoying my little fics!

I'm going to apologize right away that this got real angsty/whumpy in the first part. (It made me sad enough that it took me two days to write XD ). I promise it gets better though! There's implied major injuries that aren't described in detail, and some descriptions of blood. But he gets better!

When thinking about Time being a part of the WoE, I've had this idea of Warriors wanting to make Sprite (the name I use for Time in the WoE in this) proud, and Sprite wanting to grow up to be like Warriors. But neither of them realize this at the time.

(If you read this and would like to request a short snippet, see this post!)

Time patted Warriors’ cheek, trying to get his attention and keep him awake. His breathing was all too shallow and broken up by the occasional cough, which left blood dribbling from the corner of his lips. Warriors’ head lolled to the side, but Time put his other hand on Warriors’ cheek to hold him steady. “Captain, you need to stay awake. Just a little longer, okay? The others are on their way.” Warriors mumbled something, but Time couldn’t make out what he was trying to say. Time swallowed, tamping down the urge to look behind him. Instead, he kept his focus on Warriors, who now had tears welling up in the corners of his eyes. “Do.. do you…” “Hush, save your strength.” Warriors head tipped back, and he looked up to the sky. Time wasn’t sure what exactly he was seeing. The tears dripping down his face mixed with the blood coming from the corner of his lips. Time wished he could wipe it away, make the pain go away. “...think… I… made him proud?” “Captain.” Time brushed the hair away from Warriors’ forehead. His eyes fluttered. “You’ve done amazing things, you’ve done so much good. Anyone would be proud.” Warriors lips tipped up in a crooked smile, but he coughed on his next breath. “That’s all I… wanted. He left before… I could never…” Warriors struggled to get the words out between wheezing breaths. Time glanced over his shoulder. He could no longer hear the sounds of the battle. The others should come looking any moment now. “Who?” But Warriors eyes had fallen shut. Time tapped on his cheek, and Warriors eyelids fluttered again. “Link, come on. Stay awake. Help is coming.” The promise felt hollow, even if he knew the others would be looking for them. “S…s…prite.” Time froze. He hadn’t heard that name in years. Decades, even. Warriors went limp, and Time barely managed to stop him from falling over. He cursed, and wrapped his arms around Warriors shoulders and underneath his knees. It was dangerous to move him, but at this point, he couldn’t wait for the others to find them. Time hurried in the direction he’d last heard the others in. It was only a minute or so later when he heard a shout and then the sound of the others coming towards them. Sky was already opening a bottle with a fairy by the time Time kneeled and set Warriors back on the ground. The fairy circled around Warriors, and immediately color returned to his face and his breathing evened out. He remained unconscious, but that was to be expected. Even magical healing took a lot of energy, so he would likely sleep for a while.

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They decided to camp out for a few days. Everyone could use the rest, especially Warriors, after the last battle. Time waited a while before catching Warriors alone. “Captain?” Warriors looked up from where he was fixing a tear in one of his tunics. He gestured to the space beside him, and Time sat down. Time had debated on how to start this conversation, but in the end, he decided to just go for it. “Do you remember what happened after you were injured?” Warriors paused his work, and then set it aside with a sigh. “Not much.” “You mentioned a… Sprite?” Warriors’ face fell, and he tapped on his thigh. Time thought he recognized the pattern as one of the few songs the captain knew on the ocarina back in the war. He finally glanced over at Time, barely meeting his eyes. “He was another hero I fought alongside in the war. He was my little brother, and way too young to be there. I… He was sent home before I could say goodbye.” Time’s heart clenched. It had been so long since he’d stepped back through the portal after the War of Eras. When Lana had told him there was no time to say goodbye. Warriors — Link, at that time — had been recovering in the medic’s tent, slipping in and out of consciousness after suffering injuries in his final battle with Ganon. Time had never gotten to say goodbye either. He blinked slowly, then reached for his bag. He wasn’t sure if Warriors would believe him if he just told him the truth. But he had enough proof in his bag. “Link, I’m sorry I never told you this before.” He grabbed the first mask from his bag. “I thought… well, I don’t really know what I was thinking.” He passed the keaton mask over to Warriors. Warriors held it gingerly. Time couldn’t read the expression on his face. “When I was sent home, only minutes had passed in my original time. For the longest time, I told myself it was a dream. I didn’t believe it, not really. But it was easier that way.” Next, he pulled out the Ocarina of Time. The actual relic, though it no longer held the blessing of the Goddess of Time. “I… I know I was a brat. I know I caused trouble. But I need you to know that you are a huge part of who I am today. I was too old for the body I was in, but even still, I knew that when I grew up, I wanted to be just like you. You were my hero, Link. You still are.” When Warriors looked up, there were tears streaming down his face. For a moment, Time thought he’d done something wrong, but then Warriors set the mask and ocarina down as carefully as he’d held them and leaned over to wrap his arms around Time. Time pulled him closer until Warriors nearly fell over, and they both laughed, but neither moved to pull away. “You grew up to be a far better man than I’ve ever been, Sprite.” “Don’t talk like that, Link. I’m so, so proud of you.”

[leviackermanscleaningbuddy]

SKZ DRABBLE-OT8

All alphas get a little crazy when a rut is on the horizon. Instincts immediately push them toward being territorial, possessive, and more than a little bit protective. Chan, however, has always been a little bit more possessive than most, and especially when it comes to you. Not that you're complaining. Not in the slightest.

A/N: I've been sitting on this stupid drabble, partially written, for weeks. It was never quite what I wanted it to be. After a little bit of rewriting, I think I'm finally happy with it. At least enough to let you all see it. XD

Tags: SKZ, SKZ Drabble, Stray Kids, OT8, SKZ!Pack, Poly!SKZ, SKZ!ABO, ABO, Alpha Beta Omega Dynamics, OT8 x you, OT8 x reader, SKZ x you, SKZ xreader, Fluff, Smut, Bang Chan, Seo Changbin, Hwang Hyunjin, Lee Minho, Lee Felix, Yang Jeongin, Han Jisung, Kim Seungmin

Genre: Fluff, Light Smut

Title: Moonmates

“Hey, hyung, do you want to play a game?” 

Minho rolls his eyes. “Is it called ‘push Minho until he snaps and murders you’?”

Jisung leans toward him across the kitchen table, chin in his hands, and you recognize the face, the puppy dog eyes, the pout pulling at his full bottom lip. 

That’s his ‘make minho do whatever I want’ face. 

It’s Jisung’s special, and it only ever works if the beta’s the one wearing it, because trust you, you’ve tried. 

Dammit, have you tried. 

Minho sighs, and you watch him fold before your very eyes. 

“Fine. What do you want?” 

Jisung smiles so brightly it’s blinding, and you’re laughing now, watching the two of them together-the overly excited beta, the long suffering alpha-drawing Minho’s glare in your direction. 

You hold up your hands. “Hey, I’m not even here. Take your stink eye elsewhere.” 

Minho huffs out an annoyed sigh and finally turns back to Jisung, and you note, with slight amusement, that his glare instantly diminishes when it falls back on the waiting beta. 

“What’s the game, Jisung.” 

It’s not a question, but Jisung doesn’t even waver beneath the alpha’s stare, his grin growing wider and more mischievous by the second. 

The kitchen smells like a laundromat. 

“It’s a game I just made up actually.” 

Minho scoffs, another eye roll. “Figures.” 

Jisung crosses his arms and pouts, but it’s not long that he can keep the smile off his lips, bouncing excitedly in his seat as he reaches out and grabs Minho’s hands between his own, playing with his fingers as he talks. 

“Okay, no, listen. It’ll be fun.” Jisung sneaks you a knowing sidelong glance, and suddenly you’re worried that this ‘game’ of his is going to come at your expense. He flicks his gaze back to Minho, and suddenly the grin is much closer to a smirk. “Hyung’s rut is coming up soon.” 

“It’s literally marked on the calendar.” Minho deadpans, pointing toward the shared calendar that hangs on the kitchen fridge, littered with the pack’s notes and deadlines, where the end of next week is circled in red and marked in bold sloping letters that look an awful like Hyunjin’s- ‘Chan’s rut.’ 

“Yeah, I know, that’s not the point.” Jisung huffs and Minho rolls his eyes, but shuts up, and Jisung seems pacified, because he continues on, words a hurried mess. “Anyway, we all know how hyung gets around that time.” 

You know where this is going, and you don’t like it. 

This game is gonna get messy quickly. 

“Yeah, a possessive asshole.” Minho states matter of factly, and you think by the slight tick of his jaw that he knows where this is going as well. “Get to the point, Jisung.” 

“Anyway-” Jisung overrides him, raising his voice in pitch, glaring down the alpha bravely so he doesn’t interrupt him again. The smirk is back as he glances over at you, sitting silently, observing the conversation. “Hyung gets possessive with everyone, yeah, but it’s the worst with her.” 

You decide to play dumb. “Me? I hadn’t noticed.” 

You had, in fact, noticed. 

Chan’s ruts were intense, to say the least, his head alpha at the forefront, and he was markedly even more possessive if possible with the members of the pack during that time, but that wasn’t uncommon for an alpha dealing with overpowering pheromones. 

What was uncommon, was that Chan’s alpha seemed to focus even more on your own during that time.

 It was as if his wolf, spurred into overprotective mode, saw you-the lone female-as the weakest link, which you both knew was far from true, but you didn’t mess with a wolf crazed by hormones and instinct, so you let him baby you a bit more, claim you a bit more, shadow you a bit more, and after a week or so, things went back to normal. 

Both Jisung and Minho are staring at you now, and you pull yourself back from your thoughts, clearing your throat. 

“What does this stupid game have to do with me?” 

Jisung turns to you now, angling his body to face you head on, hands clasped in a sort of evil mastermind position before him, matching the smirk that pulls at his full bottom lip. 

“The game has everything to do with you, noona. You’re the prize after all.” 

Your wolf snarls at the insinuation but you keep your expression blank as you stare him down, waiting for him to continue. 

“We’re all gonna see how far we can push hyung before he snaps.” Jisung announces proudly, sitting back in his chair, as if he has just explained everything in that one sentence. 

“That sounds-” You quirk a brow and look to Minho, but his expression is as unreadable as usual. “-dangerous.” 

“C’mon.” Jisung whines. “We both know Chan wouldn’t ever actually hurt any of us, and the semester is over and I’m bored. Everyone else already agreed. Don’t be party poopers.” 

“Everyone?” Minho asks skeptically, arching a dark brow at the simpering beta. 

Jisung sits back up, slapping his palms down on the table, and you hide a smile at the way he tries to pretend he didn’t wince at the violent contact. 

“Everyone. Now, c’mon, it’s just all good fun, a way to pass the time.” He turns back to you, eyes wide, but the puppy dog face doesn't work on you nearly as well as it works on Minho. “We can’t play without you, noona. Please?” 

You sigh. “Look, I’m not playing anything. If the rest of you want to risk your lives by getting overly touchy or possessive of me to egg Chan on, then be my guest. The only involvement I’ll give is being passive about the whole thing.” 

Jisung takes it as a win, mouthing a quick yes, before he fist pumps and turns to the silent Minho, and you can see, by the way his lip juts, that he’s got his ‘minho please’ face on once again. 

Minho sighs. “Fine.” 

Jisung crows in triumph and you shoot the other alpha a look that clearly says god, you’re whipped, and the glare Minho returns is nothing short of I’ll kill you in your sleep if you say a single word. 

And you don’t doubt he could, so you merely smirk and leave the kitchen without another word. 

*****

The game starts when you’re all walking to the corner store that Friday night, it’s close to 1 am and the omegas had begged you all to go with them for late night snacks, and the city lights are sparkling in the darkness, the well trodden pavement from your apartment to the little store warm beneath the soles of your sneakers. 

 Chan slides his hand into your own, slowing his pace to walk beside you, and you glance over at him in surprise, lips slightly parted, as you ask, “Why are you holding my hand?” 

Chan shrugs and gives you a side long grin. “I dunno. Why are you asking?” 

You shrug in response and swing your hands together as you walk, glancing up at the crisp stars that are starting to line the inky edges of the sky. 

“I dunno. You just usually hold one of the omegas’ hands or something.” 

Unless you’re in pre-rut, you want to add, but bite back the words that threaten the tip of your tongue. 

“I want to hold your hand.” Chan replies casually, arching a brow at you as you continue to match his pace, step for step. “Is that okay?” 

“Yeah, it just surprised me.” You offer him a hint of a smile and catch Jisung’s eye over his shoulder, the beta giving you a smirk and a look that clearly hints at see, I was right, as his eyes dart down to your hand enclosed firmly within Chan’s. 

Instantly, he’s bounding over to the two of you and sliding in between you, separating your fingers. 

“Hey, can I walk with you guys?” 

You shoot Jisung a glare, but he dutifully ignores you, glancing at Chan’s expression before he slides his hands into your own, linking the three of you, successfully putting himself between you and the other alpha. 

“Yeah-” Chan says, obviously caught off guard by the beta’s sudden appearance, but not appearing put out by it in the slightest as he reaches up to ruffle Jisung’s hair affectionately. “-though you already kind of invited yourself, Jisungie.” 

“I can’t help it.” Jisung complains, shooting you a knowing look, before he pouts up at Chan. “(Y/N) just smells really good right now, wouldn’t you agree, hyung?” 

Chan shoots you an amused, slightly confused look over the beta’s head. “I guess?” 

You roll your eyes and pick up your pace, pulling them with you toward the others, who have grown farther ahead the longer Jisung has made you loiter. 

“Pretty sure that’s just the KBBQ from down the street you’re smelling. C’mon Romeo, stop drooling and let’s go before Changbin gets all the good snacks.” 

Jisung smirks at you and you resist the urge to wipe it off his face. 

*****

 It’s not that Chan’s not affectionate with you on a daily basis-he is-it’s just that the week before his rut, he gets a little more into skinship than usual, and by little more, you mean a lot. 

It’s always just little, innocent touches-sliding his hand along the small of your back as he slips past you in the kitchen, brushing his fingers along the skin of your throat when he straightens your jacket, pressing a quick, little bit longer than necessary, kiss against the crown of your head when he leaves for the studio-but the little touches add up, and you’d never admit it, but Chan’s pre-rut is always hell for your wolf. 

Every stupid little touch has your wolf whimpering for more, begging for the other alpha not to leave, and every whiff of petrichor has you physically clenching up, biting back the whine that wants to escape from between your teeth, the whine that cleary begs-

Please, please, please take me, head alpha. I’ll go willingly. 

So maybe, the game Jisung came up with is a bad idea-a terrible idea even-but in a way, it does give you some sort of twisted relief, because if the other seven are touching you, are all over you even, then that means that Chan isn’t. 

So it’s almost a welcome distraction from watching the clock tick down painfully-counting the last few minutes until Chan gets home-when Hyunjin slides into your space on the couch, instantly plastering his body against your side, arms going around your waist. 

The air is filled with the sharp scent of lemon, and it’s a relief not to have to smell your own headache-inducing floral for the first time in several days. 

Hyunjin noses into you, and you giggle, reaching up to card fingers through his hair as you complain, “Seriously? You too? Chan’s not even home yet.” 

Hyunjin gasps, wounded, and pulls back from you-ever the drama queen. 

“I can’t believe you would say such a thing, noona. I just like being close to you, that’s all.” 

“Mhm.” You hum under your breath skeptically, raising a brow in the omega’s direction, as he offers you a sweet smile. 

“That and-” Hyunjin continues, leaning back into your space again and rubbing his cheek all over you, leaving the tang of lemon and honey behind everywhere he touches, sticking to you like a sweet film, and when he looks at you again, there’s a hint of mischief in his dark, wide eyes. “-Hyung’s gonna be home in three, two, one-” The sound of the front door opening has Hyunjin grinning at you triumphantly as you sigh and shoot him a pointedly stern look. 

Chan appears in the doorway, backpack thrown over his shoulder, and you note the exhaustion in his eyes before he quickly hides it back away and offers the two of you a hint of a tired smile, nostrils flared slightly as he takes in the room. 

Your wolf keens needily at the sight of him.

“Why does it smell so overwhelmingly of Hyunjin in here?” 

“Because he’s overwhelming?” You offer innocently, as Hyunjin gasps dramatically in offense once more and Chan grins. 

It’s almost enough to keep the tired whines of your wolf at bay. 

Almost. 

*****

The morning of Chan’s rut, you wake up on edge. 

Every one of your nerve endings feels raw and bristling, as if waiting for something to push you just over the edge, everything-scents and sounds and packmates-is all just a little too much. 

You feel exhausted, and you can’t even imagine how Chan-the one actually in rut-is handling it. 

You find yourself staring into your cereal bowl more than eating it, as Jisung and Hyunjin argue over something nonconsequential on the other side of the table from you, and Minho pours more coffee into his already empty mug. 

Changbin appears in the doorway to the kitchen, already bundled into his coat, Seungmin at his heels. 

“We’re going out.” The other alpha announces, and when Minho shoots them a quizzical look, Changbin grunts beneath his breath, “Chan gets pissy with me when he’s in rut. And I’d rather just avoid that all together this year.” 

“Smart move.” Minho toasts him with his coffee cup before taking a long, slow sip. 

“Yeah, he really only likes (Y/N) during his rut huh?” Jisung muses with a smug smirk, and you not so subtly flip him off from the other side of the table, a pounding headache already mounting behind your eyes. . 

“That’s cause she’s like his soulmate or something.” Jeongin appears then, the youngest omega bright eyed and bushy tailed, as he reaches into the fridge for some orange juice. 

Everyone stares at him silently, and he shrugs. “What? Minho-hyung explained it to me.” 

“Well duh.” Jisung snorts. “We’re a pack. We’re all each other’s soulmates.” 

“Not true.” Seungmin speaks up, stepping around Changbin to enter the kitchen, as he easily steals one of Hyunjin’s bacon slices off his plate, earning him a glare from the older omega. He chews thoughtfully for a moment. “I mean, I guess in a way it’s true? All pack members are usually soulmates in some form or another, but that doesn’t mean there’s not a certain member of each pack that belongs with another more than the others. And it’s called a moonmate, Innie.” The beta corrects gently, ruffling the youngest omega’s hair fondly.

Minho sighs and sits back in his chair. “God, it’s too early for this.” 

“It’s 9 am.” Changbin points out helplessly, and Minho shoots him a glare. 

“I have a headache.” You add unhelpfully, rubbing at your temples with your fingers. 

“Listen, it’s like this.” Seungmin sits down next to Jisung, who still looks confused, and points at Felix, who has just entered the kitchen, hair still tousled from sleep. “Who does Felix need when he’s in heat?” 

“An alpha.” Jisung replies immediately, looking proud of himself, as Hyunjin rolls his eyes from beside him. 

“Yeah, okay.” Seungmin agrees patiently, as Felix settles himself down behind Hyunjin, chin going into the crook of his neck, arm around his shoulders. “So he needs an alpha, but who does he want?” 

Understanding is dawning in Jisung’s eyes now. “Hyunjin.” 

Seungmin nods. “Exactly. Because Hyunjin is Felix’s moonmate. Just like (Y/N) is hyung’s moonmate.”

You let your head slump to the table, and the cold formica feels heavenly beneath the heated flush of your skin, and you point halfheartedly in Jisung’s direction without opening your eyes. 

“And your moonmate is Minho, because you’re bitch whipped for him.”

Jisung gasps and stutters over his next words and you bet if you looked, he’s gone beet red and is avoiding Minho’s smug, knowing gaze. 

“What-no-’that’s not even-hyung!”

He’s whining to Changbin for help, but Changbin is already herding Seungmin out the door once more. 

“Sorry, Jisungie, can’t hear you, got to go.” 

With your eyes closed and your head on the cool table, the noise of the rest of your mates talking and the clink of spoons in bowls fades to the background, and you’re all too aware, suddenly, of the smell of incoming rain. 

Your wolf whines. 

Your body is aching, and as the scent of petrichor floods your senses, and the headache behind your eyes becomes a dull roar, you feel like anything would be better than this. 

Even if that meant losing Jisung’s stupid game.

*****

Minho ends up winning the game in the end. 

He does it in an entirely Minho-like way too, all sneaky and deceptive, telling you that he needs to show you something, but really, that’s just bullshit, and now he’s pinning you against Chan’s closed door. 

“Minho.” You whine furtively, eyes shifting to glance behind him, wondering how difficult it would be to try and escape. 

Probably pretty difficult. Minho is deceptively strong. And quick. 

Here, held against the entrance to Chan’s room, the smell of rain is almost too much to bear, and your wolf is going crazy-whining and circling, begging-and it’s getting harder and harder to stop yourself from physically drooling. 

“(Y/N).” Minho repeats back mockingly, a slight smirk curving his full upper lip as he holds you in place with a hand on either side of your head. 

“You’re playing dirty.” You protest weakly, because Chan’s overwhelming scent is making you dizzy, and your wolf is pacing impatiently. “Let me go.” “No.” Minho denies you easily, shaking his head. “This is for your own good.” 

Maybe it’s because you’re physically pliable due to Chan’s rut strengthened scent, or maybe it’s the fact that the headache you’ve had ever since the start of his rut hasn’t gone away in days, maybe it’s because you’re just straight up exhausted from denying your instincts-but whatever it is, when Minho leans into your space and scents you, you straight up moan, and it’s embarrassing. 

“That’s a good girl.” Minho murmurs beneath his breath, lips brushing the skin of your throat, and you can feel his smile against your skin, as you reach out without thinking and clench your fingers around his upper arms, tugging him to you desperately. 

“Not fair.” You whimper out halfheartedly, as Chan’s scent diminishes a little as you hear the shower turn on somewhere inside the closed off room, and god, it’s maybe the only small consolation you have, that he probably can’t hear the way you’re stupidly weak kneed for Minho in this moment. 

Minho pulls back, his pupils wide and dark, swallowing the swirling gold of his irises, and he tilts his head as he studies you curiously, lips still pulled upward into that damn smirk. 

“What do you want, sweetheart?” 

What do you want? You don’t know. 

Because your body, flush with Minho’s, backed against Chan’s door, wants him, wants the alpha in front of you, but there’s a tiny part of your brain that is balking at the idea, a slight swell of nausea building in your stomach at the strong notes of amber clogging the air, and your wolf is snarling, snapping, urging you to find the other alpha, the one who smells like rain and damp and storm. 

God, Minho is so deliciously hot, and the human side of your body desperately wants to pull him into your room and destroy him right here and now, but your wolf is too loud, and your headache is back with a vengeance, pounding in your temples, and everything feels wrong-

Minho looks completely nonplussed, standing in front of you, caging you in, waiting, watching for your answer. 

You realize too late by the way his eyebrow lifts triumphantly that he has you exactly where he wants you. 

“I want-” 

Minho takes your chin in his fingers, ghosts his thumb over the outline of your lips. “Say it.” 

You’re panting now, and god, is it hot in here, or is it just you?, and the scent of rain is back now, all too strong and all too close, and suddenly, before you can stop yourself, you’re blurting out, “Chan! I want Chan.” 

Minho looks vindicated, and you simultaneously want to punch him and have his tongue down your throat all at the same time. 

“Good girl.” He praises in a low voice, eyes flicking toward the door at your back, as if he’s expectantly waiting for something. 

The door pulls open all too suddenly, and Minho’s arms going around you are the only things that keep you from falling abruptly onto your ass with a high pitched little shriek. 

Chan is standing there in all his bronzed glory, towel wrapped low around his hips, hair still damp and curly from the shower, and god, was he always this pretty? How does he look so put together on the second day of his rut? 

“What’re you doing?” Chan asks in confusion, eyeing you and Minho, the other alpha’s arms still looped around your waist, and you can’t tell anything by his expression, eyes dark and unreadable. 

Mate, your wolf whimpers, wanting to draw toward him, but you stay firmly rooted in place, still staring at him with your mouth slightly open. 

Stop. Drooling. 

“Nothing.” Minho answers nonchalantly, and if he’s immediately overwhelmed by Chan’s damp smelling hormones like you are, he doesn’t show it, not even flinching in the face of the other male’s rut. “I was just telling (Y/N) that she should check on you.” 

Something flashes across Chan’s gaze-hesitation?- and he takes a step back from the two of you, hand still on the doorknob. 

“I don’t think that’s a good idea-” 

“Why?” Minho questions casually, and the smirk is back, his eyes flicking between you and Chan-the way you stand rooted to the spot, the way Chan is backing away from you like you might explode at any moment. “I think it’s a great idea.” 

Chan shakes his head, and he’s breathing through his mouth now, chest rising and falling quickly, as if he’s trying to filter out your scent before it can reach his rut frenzied brain. 

You only just now notice the dark smudging beneath his eyes, the tired circles marking the tan skin like fading bruises. 

“Minho-” 

Chan’s voice is low, almost a growl, a warning to the other alpha. 

Minho ignores it completely. 

“Okay, well if you don’t want her to check on you, then I guess we can find something to do-” Minho leans into you, pulling you back against him, eyes still on Chan, as his mouth hovers over your scent gland, tongue darting out to wet his lips, barely brushing your skin and making you shiver. 

The headache is a thundering force now. 

Minho’s fingers tighten their hold on your wrist, and suddenly, the sound of a low, threatening growl is ripping apart the air between you. 

“Don’t, Minho.” Chan warns from between clenched teeth, eyes swirling like molten copper, body tense, teeth bared. 

Chan’s head alpha’s appearance makes you shiver and forces your wolf to cower, but Minho looks nothing but triumphantly smug, as he finally releases you and stares down Chan with that infuriating smirk. 

“Check mate.” 

Chan loops his fingers around your now unoccupied wrist and tugs you into the room behind him, angling his body between you and Minho, as if the other grinning alpha is a threat. 

The threatening rumble emanating from his chest has not diminished in the slightest.

“Have fun.” Minho simply says, still grinning ear to ear, before he shoots you a pointed look that says I just won, and shuts the door before Chan can get any more worked up. 

Chan’s room smells so overwhelmingly of thunderclouds that it instantly makes you salivate, your knees weakening just enough that you lean against the other alpha. 

Chan has other ideas. 

His fingers are pinched around your wrist just tight enough that it stings a little, and you can’t help the small whimper that slips past your lips as he pulls you over to the bed, not even throwing you a glance over his shoulder. 

You acquiesce easily-your wolf begging pathetically-as Chan pushes you down onto his sheets and looms over you, tossing his leg over your body, knees on either side of your hips, holding you in place with hands pinned above your head. 

You’ve never seen his irises so fiery golden before, and your wolf is reacting embarrassingly, rolling over on its back and baring its throat for alpha. 

You try to shove it back down with little to no success as his lip curls, revealing the white flash of his teeth, before he leans over and nips at your pulse point, the force behind the action almost making it painful as his sharp canines drag across your skin. 

God, it’s hard to think when the whole room smells like an impending storm.

You huff out an amused breath, and when Chan pulls back slightly to look at you, you offer him the hint of a smirk, wiggling your fingers where they’re intertwined with his own, still pinned, immovable, above your head. 

“Feeling a little possessive today, are we, puppy?” 

Another low growl escapes from between Chan’s lips and your wolf is excited now, turning circles, begging you to push him, to see how far he’ll go. 

You cock your head, studying him, the smirk still on your lips. 

“Did you not like it when the other alpha touched me, Channie?” 

“Don’t tease me.” Chan grates out between clenched teeth, eyes flashing dangerously, and adrenaline spikes through your body at the commanding tone behind his words. 

The storm brewing in the air around you rises to almost unbearable levels. 

“Why not?” You question innocently, playing the part of the brat to the fullest, just to see where it gets you.

 You cock an eyebrow and return his simmering golden stare even though your wolf is flattening its ears slowly in submission already.

 He doesn’t need to know that. Not yet. 

Instead, in a brave motion, even for yourself, you surge upward as best you can with your arms trapped behind you, and place your lips against the other alpha’s ear, mouth brushing across his hot skin with each word. 

You don’t miss the way his body shudders at the sudden contact, and the self satisfied smirk grows wider. 

“What’s wrong, Channie? Does it bother you to watch our packmates all over me when you’re trying so hard not to lose control, hmm?” 

Another growl, and then Chan is pinning you back beneath him with so much determined force that you lose your breath for a second. 

The gold is swirling so violently now that it’s mesmerizing, and the air is heavy and thick with incoming rain. 

“I hate it.” He growls out, voice low and strong in the back of his throat, teeth clenched as if he’s physically in pain. “God, I hate it so much. Watching them touch you, I wanted to-” 

He shudders again, swallowing hard, and when he opens his eyes, there’s a little less alpha and a little more Chan swirling in his irises, if only for a brief moment. 

“Wanted to what?” You push, wiggling one of your hands free. He lets you, and you reach up to trace a finger over the line of his cupid’s bow, admiring the way his plush, full lips give beneath the tip of your finger. 

Chan sighs, long and hard, as if he’s trying to right himself, but the gold is creeping back in, and he’s giving in to it, you can see it, feel it, in the way your wolf is baring all again for the incoming head alpha. 

Suddenly, there’s wolf in Chan’s eyes and not a whole lot of himself. 

He leans in and licks across the pink mating mark that covers most of your skin at the juncture of your shoulder, and it’s your turn to shiver, as he suddenly reveals his teeth, dragging them pointedly across your aching scent gland. 

“I wanted to rip them all apart.” 

His words have something suddenly aching within you, and you don’t know if it’s want, or if it’s simply your wolf, riled beyond belief, by the strong, heady rut pheromones Chan is practically oozing, but whatever it is leaves you gasping. 

Chan glances up at you, eyes sweeping across your face heatedly, and there’s something in his gaze that is your complete undoing, because suddenly, you can’t take it anymore. 

Gone is the teasing. Gone is the brat. And left behind is you, open and bared, waiting for the head alpha to take you. 

“Alpha.” You breathe out, and even that feels like a struggle past the sudden panting that has filled your throat. 

“Mmhm.” Chan hums beneath his breath, still sounding more like a growl than anything, as he nips along the skin of your throat, before lathing his tongue over the smarting, red marks he has left behind. 

Your body arches up into his of its own accord, and Chan pulls back slightly, a smirk now on his full lips, irises so golden that you can see the moon in them. 

You whimper, because you can’t think of any words, and Chan leans over you once again, fingers going firmly around your chin, petrichor so strong washing over you that it makes you dizzy. 

“What do you want, baby? Tell me.” 

You part your lips, but you’re not sure if you can even begin to form words, lest a jumbled sentence, and Chan’s smirk grows at the realization, white teeth flashing dangerously, and when he speaks again, his voice is a low, guttural rumble in the back of his throat that does things to your body all over. 

“Tell alpha what you want, baby, or else you’ll be left to my whims and my wolf is a little too out of control currently to be keen on gentleness.” 

His words snap some sense into your brain, but only a little, and you manage to stutter out around the sudden spit that fills your mouth, “Go ahead. Rough is good.” 

Your wolf keens in agreement. 

Chan chuckles, leaning forward to nose at the column of your throat once more. The patches of skin are already darkening and they sting, but the feel of his tongue, hot and slick with saliva, tracing his handiwork, instantly has them blooming. 

“And if I want to eat you alive?” He murmurs against your skin, fingers tracing down the length of your body, stopping as they tick across the warm flesh that stretches across your hip bones, as if waiting for your reply. “What then?” 

You’re struggling to breathe now-the rain is heavy and each lungful goes right to your head, making you dizzy-but you manage to nod, before saying somewhat stupidly, “Whatever you want, alpha.” 

Chan chuckles beneath his breath, the sound going right to your core, and then his fingers are dipping below the waistband of your pants and suddenly, coherent thoughts are no longer in your plane of existence. 

“Good girl.” Chan praises and you’re not sure if he’s talking about your reply or your body’s response to him, but either way, it doesn’t matter. 

Praise from head alpha is always good, your wolf preens almost incoherently. 

Shut up, you supply back, thoughts cut off by a groan as you completely lose yourself in Chan. 

Chan, Chan, Chan. 

Alpha, alpha, alpha. 

The room smells so heavily of storm and blooming wisteria by the time Chan rolls off of you and collapses beside you with a slight groan that you’re fairly certain your neighbors will be asking if you’ve gotten a new air freshener. 

That’s gonna be an awkward conversation to have. 

You fumble into a position on your side and throw your arm over Chan’s still heaving chest, his skin fiery beneath your fingers as you start to trace nonsensical patterns along his ribs, your nose buried in the juncture of his throat. 

He smells nice-like sweat, and shower gel, and damp earth, and Chan. 

You feel him start to card his fingers through your hair and you tip your head back to look at him, meeting his now completely cooled, caramel gaze with your own, his lips quirking upward into the hint of a self-deprecating smile. 

“Sorry about all the-” He gestures to everything sheepishly-his room, you, himself-and you tilt your head, watching him curiously, fond amusement clear on your features. 

“What?” You ask like you don’t know, crinkling your nose at him just to keep up the innocent act for a bit longer. 

Chan laughs, a sharp sound that squeezes past his breathlessness, and rolls his eyes at you affectionately, before reaching up to pinch your side with long fingers. 

You yelp and try to pull away from him, but he keeps you glued securely against his side, even though you’re beginning to sweat being this close to his overheated skin and shooting him a glare that could rival Minho’s. 

“Yeah.” He nods, as if he knows you get it, and you do. 

You lie in silence for a moment, basking in the warm afterglow of being with each other, and then without looking up at him, you say casually, “You know, Jisung’s gonna complain for a week about losing.” 

Chan raises his head slightly to cast you a curious look, one eyebrow quirked. “Losing what?” 

You focus on the way your fingertips trace across his skin, hiding your sudden grin behind a bite of your teeth. 

“The game.” 

This time, when Chan speaks, he sounds tiredly resigned and he’s no longer posturing his words as a question. 

“What game.” 

You shrug slightly and tilt your head back once more to look at him, batting your eyelashes and pursing your lips in an over dramatic display of innocence. 

Chan rolls his eyes. 

He isn’t buying it. 

“Fine.” You huff out, reaching out to pinch one of his nipples in retaliation, but Chan is faster than you, not to mention stronger, and he pins your hand once more against his ribs. You whine and struggle to free yourself from his grip. “Jisungie started it, okay? He wanted to see how far we could push you before you snapped.” 

Chan looks slightly amused now, albeit exhausted and long suffering, and he reaches up to run a hand over his face. 

“Before I snapped?” 

“Yeah.” You shrug again, and he finally releases your fingers from his own. You make a big show of stretching out your hand with little groans of pain so that maybe he’ll feel bad. He doesn’t. “During rut, you get kinda-” 

You struggle over your words, pondering if your life is worth telling a head alpha in active rut that he gets a little handsy and possessive. 

Finally, you decide it’s better to just get it over with. 

If you die, you die. 

“-possessive.” You finish lamely, glancing up at him once more. 

Chan has a thoughtful look on his features, and you hold your breath, waiting for his response. 

He catches you completely off guard when he starts to laugh, body shaking beneath your own with the force of his sudden mirth. 

“What?” You sit up abruptly, scowling at him, as you reach out to smack his bare chest, but once again, he’s too fast for you, capturing your hand before you can even make contact. You scowl some more. “What’s so funny?” 

Chan catches his breath, wiping at his eyes, and offers you a wave of his free hand. 

“It’s nothing. I’m just-” He gasps again, eyes still watering slightly. “-I can’t wait to rub it in that Jisung not only lost, but that he lost to Minho of all people.” 

You stare at him as he starts to laugh maniacally again, and consider calling someone for help, because obviously, rut has finally driven Chan out of his right mind. 

His giggles die down after another few minutes and when he meets your gaze again, the gold is already creeping back into his irises, the pupils darkening and blowing, the alpha once again moving in to overtake the human. 

Your wolf whines plaintively, invitingly, as if your body isn’t already tired and ready for a nap.

Chan’s alpha had put you through your paces, and you were just getting started. 

Chan tilts his head, and you see the perfect image of a wolf in the action, and his mouth pulls up into the start of a wicked smirk, tongue darting out to trace the outline of his lips in a motion that has you suddenly clenched up with want. 

Okay, so maybe it’s not all bad. You could probably go again. 

Chan loops his fingers around your wrist and tugs you down to him, nosing across the base of your throat, teeth skimming over the lines of your collarbone, making you shiver. 

“Anyway. There’s time for all of that later.” His irises gleam golden, minted coins in the tan skin of his face, and he looks more than satisfied with himself when you gasp at his teeth grazing your throat. 

“Ready for round two?” 

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[cloudwhisper23]

Completely disregard the time between the last story and this one please. XD. Yet another prompt done for @grow-bettah's Grumbo Month event!

Day 12: Bickering

It was meant to be a calm evening. Nothing but fishing was on Grian’s mind as he sat on the dock. The shimmering surface of enchanted books provided the only glow as he continued to fish, his clawed feet slowly changing into webbed ones.

That was when he heard a rowboat cutting through the water.

Gem shot him a look from her own perch on the rocks surrounding the lighthouse. She clearly didn’t appreciate the disruption either, and based on the blocks in her hands, she did not need someone to stir up the waves.

A feathered ear twitched, but Grian pulled his line out of the water as his feet changed back. Water dripped from his body as he shoved his boots on and flew to perch on top of the crane. His wings protested, so unused to flying after so long, but he ignored the pain. Grian needed to find the boat before they got too close.

Spotting the shape of the rowboat in the water, Grian launched himself into the air in what could only be described as his roughest takeoff since season 6. He crashed into the boat directly, flipping the boat and drenching the one passenger in cold seawater.

Grian’s clothes already started to bog him down, but he gripped onto the fabric of the other hermit’s shirt as he forced the boat back into a regular position. He pulled the unfortunate hermit into the boat with him, both of them soaking wet.

“Can’t go through the river right now,” Grian said gruffly.

Mumbo coughed, blinking aggressively. “Couldn’t you have just sent a message?”

“Didn’t recognize you from this far out,” Grian answered with a wing spasming.

“Right.” Mumbo shook water from his hair before realizing that his wings had torn through his shirt. His suit jacket was long gone, lost to the depths of the water. “I was trying not to have to fly home, but apparently that’s not an option.”

Grian smiled. “Aww, did you get your little bat wings wet?”

“They’re not little, Grian. And I’ll have you know, it’s perfectly fine for me to get my wings wet. Unlike yours, which are so very clearly drenched too badly to lift you so much as an inch.”

“I have strong back muscles,” Grian shot back. “I could beat you back to shore easily.”

“What do I get if you lose that race?” Mumbo met his gaze, eyes gleaming. “Are you finally going to show me those redstone projects you’ve been working on?”

Grian’s mouth opened and closed. He realized quickly that made him look more like a fish than a bird, so he flicked his wings out to appear irritated. “My projects are none of your business, Mr. Jumbo.”

“Right, I’m sure whatever redstone you’ve been up to has just exploded in your face.”

“It most certainly has not!” Grian huffed. “You’re just trying to rile me up.”

“Is it working?”

“It was.” Without another word, Grian launched himself from the boat, knowing full well he’d be feeling it in the morning.

Mumbo made a strangled noise before jumping into the air after him, wings unfurling much easier than Grian’s had. Still, even with the disadvantage of the river water soaking deep into his wings, Grian made it to the door of his house before Mumbo even reached the shoreline.

He sat heavily on the floor, exhaustion finally setting in hard.

Mumbo peered down at him. “Good thing you didn’t decide on what you wanted if you won the race. Really overdid that one, you did.”

Grian couldn’t do much more than scowl at his friend. Mumbo was being a menace on purpose.

“Of course, I could get you a change of clothes, so you don’t become a fish inside your house,” Mumbo said, his teasing tone vanishing as gills emerged from the sides of Grian’s throat.

“Please,” Grian said, much whinier than he’d meant to be. The shape of his talons had already changed, much more akin to flippers.

Mumbo scooped him up to deposit him by his fishing fire, hurrying off to gather dry clothes.

Grian peered across the river again, looking for a glimpse of Gem. She winked at him before pulling herself out of the water to walk in the direction of her base. How rude.

“You faring alright there, mate?” Mumbo asked. He was holding a familiar red sweater, folded neatly over the rest of the dry clothes.

Grian’s only response was to pull the straps off his shoulders around his wings before reaching for the sweater. Then he glared at Mumbo, who rolled his eyes before turning away.

Grian stretched by the fire. “You can look now.”

Mumbo hummed at him. “I don’t see Gem.”

“She just went back to her base.”

“Are you sure this wasn’t just some excuse to try to drown me?” Mumbo asked.

“Don’t be silly. It’d be a waste of my time.”

“How’s that?”

“Being drowned by a fish in the water is nothing compared to being pushed ‘into the danger zone’ by a llama.”

“I think the fish has merit,” Mumbo said, deliberately challenging Grian’s statement. His eyes twinkled as he leaned more into Grian’s space. “Although, considering how slippery the fish has been this season, I doubt he’d be able to hold me down.”

“Not as easily as he could drop you with a fishing rod,” Grian agreed. “Maybe when it rains, we can see what’s more effective.”

“Are you threatening me, Grian?” Mumbo asked. His wings folded neatly as he sat up straighter. Grian pointedly did not look at the way the wet shirt clung to Mumbo’s skin.

“Maybe I am. What are you going to do about it?”

Mumbo tapped his chin thoughtfully, mustache twitching. “I could always mess with your redstone.”

“Mumbo!” Grian nearly screeched. “You can’t use my own threats against me!”

“Yes, I can! If you’ve started doing redstone, that means its in peril from me. Those are the rules!”

Grian gasped dramatically. “My redstone is being threatened by my own best friend. I cannot believe this betrayal.”

Mumbo grinned. “You better believe it, buddy. Because it just happened.”

Grian sighed happily. Even with the threat over his hard work potentially looming, he was just glad to be here with Mumbo.

Maybe the curse hadn’t taken everything from him after all.

[rachi-roo]

loved your BSD fic involving Atsushi with a migraine! 🤍 I’d love to see how you’d write some Akutagawa whump 👀 just wanna see that stubborn frail man SUFFER—

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Bungou Stray Dogs: Breathe Easy.

⚠️WOOP! WOOP! WOOP! WHUMP ALERT! WHUMP ALEEERT!⚠️ Thank you SO much for saying so! I had fun writing that one, and this one, too! Whump just 😭👌 You know? I hope this one turns out to be your liking, buddy. As someone who has experienced some ATROCIOUS asthma attacks, I'm writing this purely from my worst experience. For the juicy whumps. XD

Summary: After a mission, Akutagawa suffers and asthma attack, and Chuuya races against time to find and save him!

Tw: Asthma symptoms, vomiting, CPR

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Chuuya's voice crackled through Akutagawas earpiece as he exited through the back door of a port yard wear house. "Meet up at the extraction point. We'll head to the meeting from there."

The cold sea air caught in Akutagawas throat as he stepped out the door, a cough getting stuck in his chest as he responded to Chuuya. "Y-Yes, mhm. I'll be there ihin- cough-!" He had just finished wiping out a gang of weapon smugglers, and for some reason, it left him more out of breath than usual.

He covered his mouth, breathing steadily through his nose.

Calm down. Calm down.

"Akutagawa?" Hearing his partner coughing wasn't unusual for Chuuya, but he had learned to tell when it was serious. "You good?"

The other cleared his throat, feeling his chest tighten slightly.

Don't panic. Breathe.

He tried to speak again, but all that came out was an aggressive string of dry coughing. He clutched his chest, desperately trying to will himself to breathe, but nothing worked. His chest grew tighter. His breath shortened by the second.

An asthma attack.

They always come on so quickly. One. Two. Three. Four. Seconds passed, he never had time to think. Panic set in as he felt his lungs ache, being robbed of oxygen as he coughed again, dry wrenching as he doubled over in pain.

I can't breathe.

He wheezed, leaning one arm on a wall for support, his hands starting to feel tingly with numbness. A cold sweat pooling on his forehead.

"Ch- gasp Chuya-!" He called desperately through his raspy voice. What else could he do? Chuuya was his lifeline right now.

"I'm on my way. Stay put. Have you got your inhaler?"

Of course he didn't. Carrying one of those around made him look more feeble than he already was. A foolish move, which he regretted every time.

He stumbled to his knees, heaving and gagging on another round of harsh coughing. A line of saliva falls from his mouth as he begged internally for a breath.

His stomach churned with the strain his body was under, throwing up aggressively on the concrete. The acidic sting in his throat worsened as he tried breathing in directly after. The smell stinging his eyes. He fumbled frantically with his Jabot, ripping it from his neck as if removing it would make some kind of difference.

Hurry. Please.

The human body can last thirty to one hundred and eighty seconds without oxygen before collapsing. Time was short. Akutagawa couldn't help the tears that started to stream down his cheeks, his eyes red and sore with the effort and strain of the coughing. Unable to get a deep enough breath, his vision started to fade as black shapes danced before him.

The pain was unbearable. He looked around for someone to help him. Anyone. Another wave of nausea hit, Akutagawas heaved, throwing up for a second time, almost choking on the acidic bodily contents.

I can't see.

"H-Help-!" He wheezed through his tears, barely louder than a whisper, almost completely blind by this point even with his eyes open.

His mind started to faulter. Hearing things that weren't there. A strange, booming sound echoed through his skull, his own heartbeat. Unbearably loud, blocking out the sound of Chuuyas words as he desperately tried to find him among the various giant buildings and machinery at the dock.

Hands numb. Chest throbbing. Throat burning. His body gave out, collapsing onto the ground, barely missing the pile of puke beside him as he rolled onto his back, wheezing and gasping for air. The ends of his coat, Rashōmon, thrashed and flailed as it also felt his panic and fear.

"Akutagawa! Answer me! Damn it, where are you?"

The only sound he could make was a strangled gagging as he lay flat, barely able to lift a finger as the numbness had spread. In only eighty seconds, the mighty and feared Akutagawa Ryūnosuke had been defeated by a cruel mistake placed upon him by his own genetics.

His body twitched, his lips starting turn a shade of blue only comparable to that of a corpse. The ground fell from beneath him, dropping him into an endless, cold abyss.

Silence...

"Akutagawa!" Finally, Chuuya found him, rushing to his side and immediately beginning chest compressions.

"Akutagawa! Come on, come on buddy-!" Mouth to mouth. Becoming Akutagawas lungs for him. "Wake up-!" Chuuya growled through gritted teeth, pressing on his chest again.

One, two, three, four, fi-

A sharp gasp suddenly ripped from the black clad boys throat as he jolted back to life. Wheezing and grabbing at whatever was in reach in a flustered panic.

"There we go, c'mon, sit up. Easy, eeeeasy." Chuuya cooed, helping the boy to sit up straight as he wiped the streaks of Akutagawas vomit from his own mouth. "Deeeep breaths. In... And out..."

In a daze, Akutagawa coughed again, cringing in pain as he swallowed as much air as possible. He leaned against Chuuyas chest, feeling exhausted, like he'd been asleep for hours.

"Where... Am I?..."

"Hey, look at me." Chuuya gently held his chin, looking at his face, wiping the sweat and tears from his cheeks. "Can you hear me?... Aku?" He used his nickname, hoping the familiarity would help ground him better. The other blinked vaccantly in response, struggling to keep his head upright as it lulled to the side.

"...Dazai?"

"Not quite." Chuuya sighed, looking at Akutagawas blue fingertips, realising just how close they came to a true tragedy. He frowned, feeling Akutagawas forehead, making him blink as the movement startled him.

"Look what you've done, dumb ass. You're burning up now."

"M'fine..." Akutagawa wheezed, leaning into Chuuyas chest, too fatigued to support his own bodyweight. "I'm... Jus' tired... Where's home?" He slurred, closing his eyes as they burned, stinging from the tears.

Chuuya huffed, shifting Akutagawa so he could carry him piggyback. "You'd better not throw up on me... And from now on, whether you like it or not, you're carrying an inhaler."

"Mhm..." Akutagawa had no memory of what happened once he stepped out of the wear house and stayed in bed for the next few days, sleeping off the fatigue and pains he endured. Safe to say, he was fairly embarrassed that such a situation was so easily avoided if he had just remembered his inhaler.

There was one good thing that came from this event, Dazai popped in for a visit. And he brought figs.

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Thanks for reading!!

[animefans-stuff]

Yes ! This is going to be part 4 ! xD

Sherlock-reader is working on a case, which is why she retreated to her mind palace !

But she's been there for about three days now, without talking, eating, drinking, using the restroom or opening her eyes.

She didn't do anything else, but lay there with her eyes closed, while thinking and breathing.

Then suddenly she jumps up in a hurry with the words "The game is on", before leaving the castle/factory/house/windmill.

How do the four lords, Alcina's daughters and Miranda react ? X'D

Warnings; lots of grammar mistakes, some parts are probably rushed, mentions of not eating/sleep/drinking, a brief mention of Lady Dimitrescu, Heisenberg and Miranda's mutation(s) and some mentions of the reader being dead.

Note - This took a lot longer than expected. Also, I took out Moreau because I still can't write for him. Hope that's okay :)

Pairings; Lady Dimitrescu x reader, Bela Dimitrescu x reader, Cassandra Dimitrescu x reader, Daniela Dimitrescu x reader, Karl Heisenberg x reader, Donna + Angie Benevento x reader, Mother Miranda x reader ( all seperate)

Please enjoy :)

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Dimitrescu has always respected you and your type of work, especially if said case is very important to you.

But she doesn't approve of you not taking care of yourself. Especially for such long periods of time.

Alcina pasted back and forth, a look of worry and panic rested on her face. Bela, Cassandra and Daniela sat down at the table, watching their mother.

You had agreed to join her and her daughter's for dinner. But, you weren't showing up. It wasn't like you to be this late.

" Maybe (Y/N)'s still sleeping ? " Daniela suggested. Trying to relief some of the stress from her mother.

" Yeah, but (Y/N)'s never stayed in this long. " Cassandra replied while leaning back in her chair.

" Should we check on them mother ? " Bela questioned.

Alcina nodded, " go on. " She spoke as her daughter's transformed into a swarm of flies, the group of bugs then rushed to your room.

She hoped that nothing too serious had happened to you. She would never forgive herself if anything did ever happen to you.

Soon enough her daughter's returned. " Well ?! Are they alright ? " Alcina demanded.

" They were laying on the ground with their eyes closed, we...we weren't too sure if they're- " Before Cassandra could finish her sentence, Alcina was already on her way towards your room.

Thoughts already clouded her mind, on what had happened.

Slamming the doors to your room open as she quickly kenlt down to enter the room.

She was quick to kneel down to your body. She was so scared to touch you. Even if you were alive.

Suddenly, your eyes shot open as you say up, saying something about a game and that it's on.

Both confused and slightly angered. Alcina went to ask you what this was about. But, you were quick to rush out of the room and then the Castle.

Alcina- not wanting you too leave just yet. Chases after you, calling out your name like a parent calling for their child.

" (Y/N)! Where are you going! " She called out. No answer.

Still furious, she resorted to using her mutant form to chase after you.

When she figures out that this was all apart of a case you were figuring out. She yells at you not to do that again- or at least give her a warning!

If you weren't her partner, she would've killed you, for scaring her and not taking care of yourself for three damn days!

Bela Dimitrescu

Bela doesn't quite understand your work and all the cases but she still trys to support you, and possibly help you.

Although, much like her mother she dislikes the idea of you not taking care of your body. I mean, from what she knows is that humans are fragile and need proper care.

Kinda like pets.

Bela hummed a small tune as she made her way to your room. You had agreed to spend the day with her. But you haven't been seen yet, so she was starting to worry.

" (Y/N), are you awake ? " The oldest daughter asked as she stood outside your room. Waiting for an answer.

now, unlike her mother. She didn't hear or know about this ' mind palace ' thing you are able to do.

Thinking that you're busy or still sleeping she went for a small trip around the castle. Trying to take her mind off this.

After some time had passed, she tried again. Knocking on the door she waited. " (Y/N), It's Bela. Do you still want to hang out ? " She asked, feeling a little sad. She honestly thought you forgot.

" Nevermind. We can do something else later. " And with that, Bela disappeared into a swarm of flies and went to find someone to snack on.

More time went by, and Bela was panicking. Usually you'd be awake by this time or at least going for a snack or a drink.

Now out of pure panic. Bela rushed back to your room and opened the door. Whether you were sleeping or not, she wanted to know what the hell you were doing and if you're okay.

Bela nearly passed out when she saw your body on the bed, eyes closed as you showed very little signs of moving. Sighing in relief when she saw your chest move ever so slightly. That's good! This means your alive!

But, you still haven't eaten and all that.

" Hey! (Y/N). Wake up, are you hungry ? " She said while moving closer to your body. A couple bow flies landed near your body, as she was quick to shoo them away.

" I can have the maids make- " she went to speak but that's when you sat up, quicker then a hungry lycan.

" Are you okay ? " She asked- yet again.

You didn't respond as you walked past her while talking about some game.

Bela smiles, she thinks your talking about hunting. So, she follows. " So, what are we hunting this time ? " She spoke while giggling.

She was quick to stop- and move back, when you opened the doors to the front of the castle as you rushed into the village. Frowning, she went to get her mother. Since she isn't able to leave the castle.

When you come back- or when Alcina catches you, she demands that you are to see Bela and explain everything to her.

You obeyed and went to the kitchen first- because, honestly you were starving. Before making your way to Bela.

Bela smiles weakly when she sees you, pulling you into a hug as she then flicks your nose. " Don't do that again. " She murmured before dragging you off too get a snack.

Cassandra Dimitrescu

Much like Bela, Cassandra doesn't really understand your work. She could also probably care less.

I mean. She'll help you out, but she just doesn't understand why it's important.

Cassandra sighed softly, she had just came back from a hunt with her sisters. Thanks to some man-thing they could all eat tonight. So, now she's making her way to your room to tell you that dinner will be ready soon.

Upon reaching your room. She carefully opened the door to your room. " (Y/N), dinner will be ready soon- " she stopped when she saw you laying down. Smiling weakly. Cass, went to lay next to you.

She thought that you had taken a nap, and that you'd wake up soon.

A few hours later and she was still waiting. And no answer from you, she still stayed there.

A couple more hours pass by and Cass had grown bored, and a little worried.

Now, she could hear and see you breathing which did make her relax a bit.

That wasn't what worried her tho, it was that you weren't opening your eyes.

Aside from tasting good, Cass wasn't too sure on how humans worked.

" Hey, hey- (Y/N)! " Cass called out while nudging your shoulder.

She was now trying to wake you up.

She'd lick you, nudge you a few times, she even used the flies but nothing worked!

Leaning over the edge of the bed, like a kitten watching it's prey, she giggled before jumping out, trying her best to scare you. " Rawr! " Waiting for your response- nothing.

Sitting there in defeat with her arms crossed, Cass zoned out for not even a second as she felt the bed dip. Looking over at you as she smiled.

Of course you said something but it fell deaf upon her ears.

She was to excited too see you had awaken.

Following after you, Cass quickly wrapped her arms around your shoulders.

A poor attempt to keep you still for a moment. " Where are you going (Y/N). " She asked.

You were still ignoring her. This made her feel as if she did something bad.

Much like Bela she goes to her mother too help. Since you had left the castle.

When you do return with her mother. She'll ask you a whole bunch of questions.

Some on why you were ignoring her, while others were asking if you were mad at her.

You sighed softly and said you weren't mad, but you had this very important case to finish.

Cass started laughing before dragging you to the kitchen. " Don't do that again, or else I'll break all your stuff.. " She demanded.

Daniela Dimitrescu

Daniela understands very little about your work. And often thinks of it as a very confusing game, then an actual job.

Daniela won't really help, she'll just watch from the side and cheer you on if needed.

Daniela had just finished talking to Donna and Angie about getting some new material for her outfit, seeing as she had ripped it during last week's hunt for that stupid man-thing that was looking for his daughter.

She was more then happy, happy enough to go and tell you.

Turning into files as she rushed towards the library - a place where you usually stayed when doing your fun game. You called a job.

The doors slammed open as she went back to her original form.

With a soft smile, she looked around for you. Only to find you sitting down at a table, almost lifeless as you looked at the wall- with a few books surrounding you.

With a wide smile, Daniela walked towards you and then pulled up a chair next to you.

When she notices that you weren't awake, but still breathing. She smiles.

Unlike her sister's, she won't really wait around all day, I mean. She'll check on you and bring you some food and wine from the cellar. And see if you've moved at all.

On her way to exit the library to bring you another glass of wine, she had stopped when she heard your chair move.

Tuning back to face you, happy as the youngest dimitrescu daughter held her arms open, for a hug.

You had walked passed her, which made her frown.

Following you, Daniela, like her sister's. Was curious to see where you were going, and how you just randomly woke up. After being ' asleep ' for three days.

Noticing you making your way towards the castle's front doors, she tried tackling you, but only managed to keep you still for a few seconds.

" (Y/N)! Talk to me. " She whined. While desperately trying to cling onto your arm.

Quickly letting go and taking a few steps back. When the cold breeze from outside entered the castle.

Annoyed and worried, Daniela rushed off to get her mother. And explaining everything that happened.

When you come back, either from the case or because of Lady. D threatning asking you too.

Daniela tackled/hugged you.

" Why'd you leave!? " She whined softly while clinging onto you. " Why weren't you taking care of yourself ?! " She asked, yet again while looking like a kicked puppy.

Now you felt bad.

Explaining everything to Daniela as you were being dragged towards the kitchen for a snack and drink.

" I get your work is important, but.. Don't do that again, I thought you were mad at me. " She said while pampering you with kisses.

Karl Heisenberg

Even though Heisenberg doesn't understand a damn thing about your line of work. He still respects it, and will give you time too work on it. Since you're the same way with his ' work '.

He might not notice right away that you haven't been seen for the past few days. Because- let's all be honest. He hardly takes any breaks from his own work.

Spending hours upon hours trying fix yet another damn soldat, the cadou had worked but was to weak too bond with whatever stupid villager that had died.

Sighing heavily, Heisenberg leaned back in his seat before standing up and exiting the room. He thought he'd spend some time with you, too feel somewhat better about his newest failed experiment.

Walking around the factory, he couldn't find you. Which was odd.

Normally you weren't to far from him, but now all of a sudden you couldn't be found ?!

Checking the factory once more, he made sure to check certain places. Like his room, your room, the entrance to the factory, etc.

Hell! He even called Lady. D and Mother Miranda. Asking if they've seen you.

" Where the f*ck are you, buttercup ? " Heisenberg called out, as he continued to check each and every room, for any sign of you. " Come on, this isn't funny.. "

Now he was concerned, you weren't the type of person who randomly disappeared. You've always told him where you were going before hand.

Standing in the front of the factory, he was going to go check Donna's place and ask if she had seen you, taking another step. He was quickly stopped by the faint sound of growling followed by metal moving.

Glancing over at a nearby pile of metal that rested in the fields, he noticed a small group of lycans hunched over something.

Curious but also slightly worried. He rushed over to them. And, as the closer he got, he saw small glimpse of your body ?!

Out of rage, he swung his hammer onto one of the lycans, causing it to whimper in pain and limp away.

" F*ck off! All of you! " He growled as the rest of the lycans hesitated before rushing off when nearby piece of metal started floating.

Karl calmed down a bit when he saw you weren't hurt. And was still breathing. But that still didn't explain why the hell you were out here.

Deciding to stay next to you, just in case the lycans decided to come back.

Much like Cassandra, he'll occasionally poke at you or try to wake you up. But when you don't budge, he merely sighed and goes back to waiting.

It's been hours and he was starting to get tired. He ends up dragging you back inside since it was almost night. And because he didn't want the lycans bothering you again. Pacing you onto a chair, Heisenberg turned around for one second to call the Duke for some medicine.

The sound of the chair falling, and footsteps made the mechanic turn around, quick enough to where he probably injured himself.

The next thing he knew. He was rushing after you. Not wanting you to get hurt- he turned towards his mutant form too keep you still for a bit.

Hours after struggling to keep you in his sight, you soon snapped out of this whole game trance crap.

He asks a bunch of questions on why you were sleeping for three goddamn days!! . You replied that it was something related to your work.

" Let's go, pup. " He mumbled, quickly changing the subject. Dragging, you along with him to the Duke for food and a drink. Although, he seemed annoyed. He was relieved you were alright.

Donna Beneviento + Angie

Donna knows very little about your line of work, but respects it. Giving you your space when needed, and trys to help. There for, she's heard- or at least seen you use this ' ability ' of yours.

As, for Angie. She- well, she doesn't know a lot about your work. Much like Daniela, thinks of it like some silly game that people like to play.

So, to say they're both worried about you. (More Angie then Donna) When you haven't left your room. Donna more worried on how your body is.

and Angie worried on if you'll wake up. Your her favorite person ( aside from Donna ), and now you're broken! :( How will she explain this to the other dolls.

While your ' sleeping ' Donna had researched certain medication that might help you when you wake up/finish your job. Meanwhile, Angie and a few other dolls sit outside your door. Like a dog, waiting ever so patiently.

Finally opening your door. Angie scurried towards the side of your bed before jumping on top. " Heeeyyy, (Y/N). " The doll called out.

No answer, made the doll whine softly and retreat back to the door. Angie surprisingly gives you privacy when your ' sleeping '.

Days turned into weeks, and Angie was still at the front of your door. Still peaking in every now and then.

" Angie. For the last time, (Y/N), isn't dying. " Donna said, trying to convince her that you were still breathing.

Angie huffed slightly and waddled back to Donna.

Days turned into weeks and Donna was currently occupied by another meeting with the others. Angie had volunteered to stay with you just in case you had woken up.

Angie sat across from your bed and watched you like a cat.

" Donna needs to hurry up! In case you do wake up. " The doll complained as some of the other dolls started to join in the watch.

Angie stood up and went to adjust the blanket that had covered you. And that's when you were starting to wake up.

Dropping the blankets side, Angie giggled and practically jumped onto you. " (Y/N)!! Your awake finally, now we wait for Donna! "

" Wait. Where are we going? " Angie confused to why you aren't saying anything. Had the other dolls hold you down while she rushed to see where Donna was.

You easily pushed past the dolls that continued to tug and hold onto your legs and ankles, struggling to keep you in place.

By the time Donna had returned, Angie wouldn't stop rambling about what happened while shouting at her to return home.

On her way home, they had ran into you, you waved at them before paying The Duke for a container of freshly made food. The other dolls still clinging onto you.

Donna merely sighed softly before walking over to you. She apologized while walking back home.

Mother Miranda

Unlike the other lords and the daughters. Miranda knows a lot on your job and the case your working on.

Along with your ' mind palace ' ability is quite interesting to her. She's also not stupid enough to believe that your dead.

Your still breathing and seem pretty healthy, perhaps a bit skinner from not eating. But that can easily be fixed when you wake.

She just like you, is very busy with her work. And this may lead to her forgetting to check up on you.

If she does happen to forget she'll simply have one of the other lords check on you.

When she is able to check on you, she'll gently press her hand against your neck. To check both your breathing and pulse.

Miranda will write down any new signs of you waking up. Even if it's the smallest thing. From mumbling to your breathing increasing.

She won't bring you any food because that's a waste, she will bring medicine for when you wake up.

Running out of ideas so this'll be a bit rushed

Speaking of when you wake up and leave wherever she's keeping you.

Miranda will either watch you as a flock of crows or morph into a villager. Making sure your not harmed during the case.

If she thinks it's too dangerous for you. She'll simply one of her mutant form(s) and fix or destroy whatever the issue was.

When you return/finish the case. She'll greet you with a meal and drink placed on a table.

" sit down and eat, pet. You've been sleeping for to long. " She orderd, gesturing to the table. You smile and obey.

[hangeslefteye]

HAHAH if you’re going to send me the whole alphabet obviously I’m going to send it back (if you’re comfortable and able! Of course it’s a lot so feel free to pick and choose or ignore!!) but could I get the alphabet for Reiner?? 👀👀👀👀 I love how you write him xoxoxo

Thx for the ask <3 Aaah Rei <3 Everyone's fave :D I support bi Reiner supremacy so I made it gender natural I hope y'all like it <3

Reiner-NSFW Alphabet

A for Aphrodisiac [What always turns them on?]

I hate to write this but any type of physical touch -including hugs,pecks- would make him a little hard but especially so if their s/o is unaware of that.

B for Bondage [Who gets tied up and how?]

Him xD He doesn't mind getting tied with a leather belt,rope etc. I can't imagine him going in for crazy BDSM type of bondage but hands/wrists will do great.

C for Cuddling [How do they cuddle after sex?]

A teddy bear </3 Cuddles are a must after sex and he's the type to lay on his s/o's chest/stomach.

D for Dirty [How do they dirty talk? What do they say?]

Ummm,Let's say he's trying his best :D He really does but it ends up hilarious so he gave up andd... he'd just praise his s/o's body on how tight they are,how big boobs/ass they got etc. (even if it's not <3)

E for Exposed [What is the most daring place they’ve had sex?]

I can't imagine him too adventurous with this one but he'd appreciate beach/forest/outdoor sex.He's in as long as it's somewhere romantic but somewhat private aswell.

F for Favorite [What do they find sexiest about their partner?]

Honestly,it's enough of a turn on if he's with the person he likes </3 So their partner being unapologetically themselves is enough. I'd say sincerity? İf it makes sense.He wouldn't be in for porn star type of fake effort.

G for Graceful [What is the weirdest position they’ve tried?]

He just manhandles his s/o into whatever position he feels like xD While he's unaware, his partners are pulling off acrobatic oral sex positions xD

H for Hands [What do they do with their hands during sex?]

Caressing.Caressing everywhere his hands can reach.He's quite touchy-feely when having sex.

I for Imagination [What do they fantasize about?]

Pegging xD When he feels comfy in a relationship he'll let their s/o know :)

J for Jazz [What’s their go-to sexy song/playlist?]

I made one already.

K for Kink [What’s their secret kink?]

Edging/Orgasm denial/ruining.Their s/o must discover it themselves or else he won't speak about it :)

L for Lingerie [What kind of underwear do they like to wear or have their partner wear?]

He's quite comfy with his body so he's the type to wear theme boxers/underwear on special days such as valentines day/halloween etc. And he'd love it if his partner went along but usually a simple lingerie -black- will do fine he's not picky.

M for Moan [What kind of noises do they make? What sounds do they like to hear from their partner?]

A whimperer amen He needs to hear his s/o moaning/whimpering to make sure he's doing an ok job but if his s/o praises him...he's a goner <3

N for Night [What time of day do they prefer to have sex and why?]

Anytime.He wouldn't like routine sex so always night/day would bore him.He'd initiate sex on different times to make it exciting.

O for Oral [Giving or receiving? Why?]

He's a giver y'all.He'd enjoy praising after a good cunnilingus more than having a bj himself.

P for Position [What is their favorite position(s) and why?]

Mating press Aside from any position that allows him to hold his s/o on air; face to face positions such as lotus.Seeing their s/o's mimics would turn him on even more and he likes intimacy.

Q for Quickie [How would they have sex if they’re in a hurry?]

Umm I don't think he'd like quickies he'd be more into slow,sensual sex but if his s/o wants he can go for it.

R for Role Play [What is their role-playing fantasy?]

Escort fantasy xD He's simply the type to have this fantasy xDD But I doubt if he could do it with a real escort.He'd like to act as if it's a meaningless,hook up sex.

S for Sexy [What would they do/wear to turn on their partner?]

Foreplay out of nowhere,that'll lead up to nowhere disguised as affection xD He loves getting edged and edging his partners.İf he's in the mood he can keep it going for days just to stop right before sex.

T for Trust [How would they implement rough sex or kinks?]

He'd be chatty about his kinks but rough sex would just happen in a moment when he's too horny to hold back.He'd feel guilty afterwards because he knows he should have spoken about it.

U for Under [Who’s in charge and how?]

He's a switch.He'd get bored of being submissive or dominant all the time.

V for Voyeur [What do they like to watch their partner do?]

He'd adore his s/o when they are asleep in their undergarments or...just naked.He somewhat intrusively likes seeing them vulnerable.

W for Wet [How would they have sex in the shower?]

He'd love it but he's clumsy xD Shower rug is a must <3

X for X-Rated [What kind of porn do they watch or read?]

Possibly gay or maybe a mixed group.

Y for Yummy [How would they involve food/drinks?]

This is a hard one xD Let's say plain old chocolate sticks.

Z for Zipper [How do they prefer to undress? Both themselves and their partner.]

Both as slow as possible D: He'd want to savor the moment.Also he's the type to enjoy clothed foreplay such as grinding.

Afternotes:He'd be a natural but a passionate one for sure <3

Taglist:@roseofdarknessblog @scumbagjaeger

[christinebloodwrittings]

Something exactly like this

Third part here! Honestly one of the worst things to do in the laboral world is managing clients, I'd rather clean toilets, I would deal with less shit, no kidding xD.

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Harassing, violence.

Words: 2578

Chapter three: The way of the punk

Taglist: @xoxobabe @lavndrluv

It was around 6pm, things were as slow as ever, but my mood shifted after seeing Spider-Punk, maybe because of that I made a few extras on my tip.

It seemed like a good day so far, I was preparing the inventory for later, and then, it went down when I heard someone scream.

When I hurried back to the counter I saw a couple punks harassing Jess, one of them had her cute scarf on his hand, pulling on it so she was literally glued on the counter, unable to move.

"HEY" I yelled, "Let her go, I'll provide service for you" the taller one let go of Jess, making a disgusting grin, "Now that's better, see how easy is bein' nice?" He pushed her head against the wood harshly before sitting on a booth.

"What can I get you?" The same bastard eyed me up and down, licking his lips, "Don' know, you in the menu?" He and his peers laughed at his lame joke. Normally I would at leat try to knock him out, but like I said before, same shit every day.

"Sir, if you're not gonna buy anything, I'm going to ask you to leave".

"Sweetheart" he grabbed my note pad and wrote awfully his order, then the threw it back to me, "Don't get your knickers in a twist, hurry to the kitchen", I almost wished he said thay it's where I belonged so i had a reason to kick his face, but I just let them laugh as I walked behind the counter.

"Three eggs with bacon and three coffees" I placed the order, feeling Jess's eyes on me, "Are you okay?" She rubbed her neck a little, "Yeah, sorry I didn't know what happened back there" this time I was inclined to hug her, "Relax, stay in the register".

Usually we have people every certain amounts of time, so it's never really full, the rush hour started between 5pm and 7pm, because people started managing from home their businesses, due to all the violence. Only a few thousand were brave enough to work outside, like delivery people, or mall staff.

Punks were the worst clientele, you can ask anybody who has to work with people for a living, besides Karens, old people with children and perverts, punks were simply the worst.

"Order up!" The cook handed me the plates, which I took to the table swiftly and without dropping them, not bad since the leg.

"Thank you sweetheart, that'll be all for now" the other tried to copy his comrade stupid attitude, but couldn't make it sound as disgusting, more like pathetic and uncharacteristic. Rather cringy really.

The air around me changed when I saw that one of them had a gun.

Couldn't made a single movement that was too erratic, neither alert Jess without being too obvious, so I just acted normal, like I didn't give a fuck and started to fill up ketchup containers.

One thing is being shot from behind a smoke curtain where you can't see the gun or the person behind it, but it's totally different to have someone point a gun directly to your face.

No one should know what that's like.

Had to be calm, breathe in, attend them and then they would leave. I kept repeating that when they ordered pie, the plates moved with my shaky hands, and just didn't know how to act anymore.

"Ah, why so nervous luv?" His hand went down my thigh, caressing gently with his dry as fuck fingers. What could I do? I couldn't see his other hand, so I guessed it was on the gun, which he showed me with a dark smile.

"Gonna behave now huh? That's why little humming bird went silent?" The third now spoke, making the supposed leader snicker.

His hand moved upwards, reaching towards my ass, never taking his eyes away from me. I couldn't get out of there, Jess, tired of the scene, tried to get closer but I shook my head slowly, couldn't risk her being involved.

"Let's see how well you do me now, whore" he pulled me to his lap, his hand fully grabbing the gun now. He undid the laces behind my apron and slid it away, then he used the cannon of the gun to slip up my shirt, "Wahoo, little bird is bein' cooperative" mocked the second one, firstly taking my hand and then pinning it on the table.

Now, his hot stinky breath was against my neck, along with his tongue, going up and down. Shivers ran down my spine, while I fought the urges to cry and throw up. "Shakey aren't we? I like that" One more word out of his mouth and I literally wouldn't be able to contain my stomach.

In the midst of an awful situation, his head went backwards and dented knife was pressed harshly against his throat, "You better unhand her, things will get messy otherwise" I looked up, "Sir, please" I whispered not believing my eyes.

"Come get y'er bitch huh? No worries, I'll return her to you when we're finished" this guy seemed to not be able to read the situation he was in, until the manager in a blink of a eye scratched the hand with the gun, giving me a window to break free and run to the counter.

"Look what you made me do, you couldn't just wait your turn huh?" I wanted to say he was in an unfair fighting situation, but two of the guys slipped away as soon as they say thr massive riffleon his hand, so it was just the leader vs him.

"Beat it Claude" so that was his name, it was a bit off for a dude like him. "This ain' over, old geezer" he spit and left, but his gaze lingered on me for some reason, it gave me goosebumps.

If only Spider-Punk had appeared instead of him, I would've kissed him right there on the spot.

"Thank God sir, thank that was so badass" she called him?? "No problem, wonder why he was here of all places, wasn' on his turf, besides no one manhandles my waitresses" he said brushing back his white hair.

"Th...Thank you" I ended up stuttering, and my voice broke as soon as I made the effort to speak up, "Did he hurt you?" Jess walked past the counter, brushed my hair away from my face and neck, then she eyed at my arms, torso and legs.

"Only emotionally, but besides the touching and licking, he didn't do much" she sighed, "You're pale, need anythin'?" She seemed really worried, "I'm sick, so I'm gonna take five in the bathroom, I feel...dirty" I turn away from Jess, for some reason I felt embarrassed, maybe was the fact that everyone saw that horrible scene back there, but the embarrassment was going to pass, the feeling of his hands and awful words wasn't, not easily.

After I puked my guts out, I resumed work, then at 7:30, locked myself in the back to do inventory, alone with my headphones, blasting pop clasics instead of listening to my thoughts, otherwise they would eat me alive.

Later I was walking home when I remembered Spider-Punk could come, and since I didn't really had the energy to deal with people, at all, no matter how nice, I thought of leaving a post it on the window, because I couldn't exactly text him, right?

Home sweet home.

Was it really? Sure I entered a department hardly decorated, half of the walls painted in a minty green that was hideous, with two corners occupied with stacks of empty boxes, a single brown couch and a bedroom as boring as vanilla ice cream.

So yeah, home.

Lonely, cold home. With no one who greets me with a hug, with something freshly cooked, or at least the damn lights on. Just the emptiness and coldness, as usual.

Is sometimes a curse to be independent.

I threw my work bag on my bed, it looked tempting as fuck, but I knew I wouldn't be able to get up. The only things in my mind were an instant Ramen cup I had stashed somewhere in the kitchen, and a shower.

And I couldn't wait to be clean.

But as soon as I opened my window, the masked man fell from the roof and stopped to be face to face with me, upside down like earlier.

"Hey there luv" there he goes again with the gorgeous British accent, "Hi, I was just about to ask you for a rain check"

"Why? Somethin' happened?"

"No" Yes, "Work drained me, socially speaking, so..." I sighed, my eyes shut fighting a few tears "Sorry I just can't deal with anything or anyone right now"

"Wanna be alone, talk about it, a distraction, just stare at the telly, or a hug with no questions?" I really appreciated him giving me options, but I was just so tired, "I want to sink in the dirt, so can we...do this some other time?" He bowed his head slightly, "Of course, have a good night luv" he was so polite and understanding, it made my heart flutter.

"Same, be careful" He jumped away, but as I was about to close the window he came back to open it back again.

"What are you-" he didn't let me finish, a single jump and he was inside my room, "I know the best to shake off a bad day, come with me" he suddenly was so illuminated, but I wasn't sure, and he noticed. "We'll be back before curfew, cross my heart" he assured me, and seemed confident enough.

"You sure?" I placed my hand on his, "I bet you a kiss" I grabbed my cellphone, and my keys just in case, before following him to the window, "You're on".

He took me to the roof, the last bits of the sun shining at the distance made me forget the cold wind blowing.

He jumped on the edge, and pressed my body to his before leaning back, and fully jumping off the roof, his arm firmly wrapped around my waist. "Oh my- Fuck!" I yelled, holding him for dear life. I heard him fucking laugh, "Don't mock me you punk!" He laughed even harder, "You're so cute!" I heard him, and felt the movement of his cheeks, I bet he was smiling.

We landed in front of a cafe, not like the one I work in tho. It had a simple style, not much like the 80's, more like modern but it felt like home. The smell coming out of the kitchen was sweet, warm, welcoming.

Gosh how did I missed a place like that?

"Man like Sam! Spare us an hour or two?" The man from the counter lifted his head, "Yo wassup Spider-Man, sure thing, the usual?" Seemed that they get along just fine, "Yeah, but not for me, you're not alergic to cherries right?" I shook my head, "So that and a... coffee? Or perhaps a milkshake, luv?" He gave me a nudge on the shoulder, making me laugh at his funny tone.

"Making fun of me, huh?, a capuchino please" the man nodded with a sweet smile before going to the back.

"I wasn' ya know? Just thought you were the kind of girl who enjoys the milkshake with the share heart straw" I laughed as I followed him to a booth.

"I mean, I do enjoy a good cliché, but this is not that kind of situation, and you're too cool for that" he gasped in a dramatic way, "You're assuming the way of the punk don' like cute stuff?" The smile on my face grew a bit, "I suppose so" he leaned his body against the wall, punching his chest with both hands pretending to stab himself.

"Way to punch my heart lil' luv" he was so weird, "You like clichés? Aren't those a way the media has to make people buy into a fake romance idea, and make money out of it?" I saw how he tensed his jaw, only to mouth a dry, "Yes" probably clenching his teeth.

"Not very anarchist of you to like 'em" I bluffed,

"In my defense, don't believe in consistency, luv" he was so enigmatic, but so simple? I had so many questions.

"Right, so you're a hopeless romantic?" He sat normally, took a second to think about it, then sighed, "I enjoy the lovey-dovey shit, it's a good rest from the hard leather and violence" waving his hand in the air.

The same man from before brought me a piece of cherry pie, with whipped cream and a ball of ice cream on top, and the capuchino, it was so cute, it had a shape of a cat on the foam. I thank him and offered the spider a bite but he refused, maybe because he just didn't wanted to lift his mask, too much exposure I guess.

"Must be hard" I broke the silence, while toying with the crust, "The what?" He asked, I was going to mention his whole vigilante life, but I figured something more, complete.

"Living in a constant fight flow" he looked down, then to the window, like looking for something in the foggy night.

"Already used to it, but yeah, who wouldn't be fed up already?, this seems like it's..." he punched the table, sighing exhausted. He seemed so tired of everything.

"Endless" he lifted his gaze at me and nodded, "Yeah", the only thing I managed to do was place my hand on his, to bring at least some comfort,"I feel you" his hand faced the other way, so he could lace it with his fingers.

"What had you so down?" His voice was low and soft, as if he was being careful and put a lot of thought into the question.

The piece of pie went hard down my throat as soon as he asked.

"I just...I really hate man that think they can do whatever the fuck they want to women" I felt how his hand had a firmer grip, not quite menacing like the punk at the coffee shop.

"Did someone do something to you today?" He suddenly went straight with his tone, and also his words.

"Honestly he was an imbecile punk, I don't care anymore, by the way no offense, but most idiots nowdays are punks" I stared at his fingers playing with mine, his other hand tapping the table occasionally.

"What did he look like?" He insisted.

"So you can do what? Forget it, if only he didn't had a gun, I would've kick his ass myself" the air went quiet for a little bit, again it was like I could hear the gears in his head turning, "Did he hurt you?" I shook my head, not wanting to disclose what he actually did, "Nothing physical".

"If I had stuck around, maybe would've helped" that made my heart flutter a little, the idea had crossed my mind, him swinging and saving me from that asshole, "It was hours after you left" It wouldn't have changed a thing, but he sighed and murmured a low "Still", his gaze, I just knew he had it on me, but how I wished I could see his eyes.

"If it makes you more at ease, this helps a lot" I laughed, but the sound of a police siren brought our attention to the window, and ruined the whole evening.

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How I'll Play

Summary: Steve's grandmother sends him an investment and big collection of gifts for his 21st. Small thing is, She thinks he's her Granddaughter.

Authors Notes: Playing with the idea I had yesterday over Steve liking Sylvanian Families and only playing D&D with them, Thanks to @frostfairysteve for the information on when they came out. (also for the fact I know those 2 D&D races XD)

Continued in Come Play With Us

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Steve family are all rich and all distant. He remembered once as a child a family reunion being arranged and being scared of all the strangers there. Apparently his father had 3 brothers all older and all with their own families, but also his grandparents had invited second cousins and cousins once removed and for whatever reason everyone had made time for it.

Looking back at the event now, Steve was pretty sure the main reason everyone turned up was that they were hopeful this could be a chance to increase the inheritance they could get from his grandparents. He doubted that would have been effective for anyone and is relatively sure that except for occasional cards on holidays and birthdays still considered most of his relatives as strangers.

It did encourage him not to have too much fun when taking himself to a city for a weekend away, simply because he didn't want to accidentally seduce a relative into a one night stand without knowing it. The joys of things that teach safe sex for the strangest reasons.

He didn't usually think about his family beyond that. They were just people who shared in his gene pool, just like the parents he barely saw any more.

Except his Grandmother seemed to challenge that when his twenty-first birthday came bringing a delivery with a note from her.

'Dear Steven,

I cannot recall why your mother decided on such a name for such a charming girl as you were at the family reunion so many years ago, but for all my grandchildren I've brought investments in a company as well as a large collection of the things they make as they turn 21.

For you, and your fascination with figurines and dolls that I remember, I chose to invest in Sylvanian Families. They're almost as adorable as you were when young.

A very happy birthday to you and remember to manage your investments wisely.

Your Grandmother,

Antoinette Harrington

He had to read the note 3 times before bursting into laughter. He knew his family was distant, but apparently they're distant enough to have changed his gender in their memories, although he does recall for a short time enjoying dolls before his father dictated otherwise and forbid him from them.

It had only been recently, and only around Robin, that he'd began allowing himself to be curious over typically feminine things beyond his hair since that time, but it was flattering to think that somehow he'd acted feminine enough the only time he'd met his grandparents that he was remembered as such.

“Steve? You remember we said we'd go shopping together for birthday looks for tonight, right?” Robin asked, letting herself in since he was laughing enough he hadn't heard her knocks. Steve had tried to insist he could pick her up, but according to her, he shouldn't be driving everyone around on his birthday, so she got Eddie to agree to play chauffeur for the day.

“Read this and tell me I'm not imagining things, Robbie. Please tell me I didn't misread that. Also I need to see just what is in these packages before I go anywhere.” Steve grinned over at her, waving at Eddie as he leant around the door.

Eddie came over too, leaning over Robin's shoulder as she read since Steve hurried into the kitchen for scissors to open the parcels.

There were 4 big parcels but as he got the boxes open only 2 of them had big items in them, what appeared to be dolls houses and furniture. The rest were filled with solid dolls, slightly velveted of every kind of animal he could think of, all in families, or separate babies that matched one of the family groups and dressed in adorable slightly old fashioned looking outfits.

“You're her granddaughter now. I'm sorry Stevie, but for a gift this big and the investment that was also in the envelope behind this is big, you have to be female from now on.” Robin teased, snickering herself and sitting on the floor beside him to see everything he was pulling out.

Steve shrugged a little. “You tell me what dress size I should get and I'll be the belle of the ball for the party Joyce is insisting on throwing.”

“How long ago was this reunion? Any you're happy about that?” Eddie asked, visibly stunned, but not annoyed or any reaction that left Steve concerned.

“Thrilled. Robbie and I have been trying make-up looks and I was already wondering if I should try a skirt tonight. This seems like a sign that I definitely should.” Steve grinned up, answering the second question first. “And I honestly don't know. I think I was maybe five, possibly younger. Definitely wasn't allowed dolls for too long before my father banned them.”

Eddie shook his head, coming to sit beside him too finally, “Cool, I'll kill the boys characters in the next session if anyone says anything about that. If you do get a dress, that is.”

Steve's grin gentled to a smile, before a thought struck him at the allusion to D&D. He'd seen their figurines before, had let them host Hellfire at his home a few times now, enough even Eddie's bandmates were beginning to relax and suddenly thought he wouldn't might playing in a similar way with these cute guys. “Hey, you can get animals walking and talking in D&D, right?”

For a moment Robin and Eddie blinked at him, then Robin started cackling. “I bet even if they don't Eddie is about to figure out how to, Stevie! Hell, I'm joining in too.”

Eddie blinked at her too before slowly nodding, “Normally called other things, like Procyons and Avalis but yes, there are bipedal intelligent animals in D&D.”

“Tell the party to start making characters like that to play and help me and Bobbin to do so if you want me to play a campaign. I'll only play if these are the figurines used for everyone.” Steve decided, “And look, you even have sets for places we can go to make the mapping even more exciting.” He gestured to the buildings, and some shop sets that he'd pulled out of the packages but hadn't opened unlike a few of the families that had caught his eye.

“Fucking Hell, Yes! I can do that! Can I stay here to plan the campaign too, check what I've got to work with?” Eddie's smile grew slowly but was soon almost wider than they'd seen it before.

Steve nodded, “Definitely. And this just means we're all more excited for getting back from the shopping trip I was promised. I'll go get ready to head out.”

As he walked away Robin started to calm down but one look at the pout Eddie had over being told he couldn't jump straight into planning set her off laughing uncontrollably all over again.