#so much shit could only be pulled off because of the vacuum of the time it was set in

[pop-punklouis]

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[greenishghostey]

Prompt lol

"Are you humping me?" "...maybe."

The good shit right here 👌

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Most people would look at Eddie and assume that he was a slob. The town’s running theory about how he lived was close to that of a feral raccoon in a restaurant dumpster.

However, that could not be further from the truth. Eddie was messy - who wasn’t at the best of times. But he was never dirty. He always made sure to do the dishes, hang up laundry and vacuum when needed.

Eddie “domestic goddess” Munson. That’s what you liked to call him while he dashed around doing chores because you showed up to his trailer too early.

There was something oddly attractive, almost sexy, about watching Eddie clean. He usually changed into comfortable clothes that he didn’t mind getting wet. An old Slayer t-shirt and navy pyjama pants with one of the back pockets missing. The pyjamas hung low on his hips and shifted perfectly when he walked.

After a magnificent spaghetti and meatball dinner, Eddie insisted on doing the dishes because you were the guest. He always seemed to forget just how much time you actually spent at his.

With his back to you, Eddie hunched over the soap-filled sink. The muscles in his back moved as he scrubbed at the dried tomato sauce on the bowls. His hair was loosely tied back so he wouldn’t need to keep shaking it out of his face.

The guy was obscene. And he was doing the dishes. It amazed you just how effortlessly alluring he was. Even in the most mundane moments, there were little flecks of saccharine intimacy.

The sweetness of the situation was comforting, and calming too. But you had a much better method of expressing just how much you appreciated his domestic efforts.

“Babe, can you bring the glasses over too?” Eddie asked, gesturing behind his back at you and the dinner table. You were already silently on the prowl towards him. He wouldn’t suspect a thing.

“I’m gonna leave mine out. Need more lemonade.” You replied, keeping your voice quiet to imply distance as you closed in on your target.

“You've had two glasses already! I only got like half of one because you had to take a leak-" Eddie was just about to turn around to point a soapy finger at you, but it was too late. You had launched your attack.

Your arms snaked around his waist as you pulled yourself impossibly close to his back. You reeled your hips back and started humping Eddie like some feral animal in heat. Exaggerated moans and groans were also included - it added an element of dramatic flare that he would no doubt appreciate.

"Are you humping me?" Eddie laughed, standing still and peering over his shoulder at you. He was glad that you could be such a little weirdo with him.

"...maybe." You did your best to imitate his sex noises - groans and a wonderful amount of whimpering. "You're so wet, couldn't help it." It wasn't a lie, his hands were dripping, and some of the water had gotten on his t-shirt.

"Uh-huh, all for you," Eddie whined, trying his best to imitate your sex noises. Douchebag that he was. "You wanna feel how wet I am?" was he actually getting off on this? He couldn't be.

Eddie wasn't getting turned on - well, at least not entirely. He had about a half-boner going. The moment that you started to slow down in your thrusts against his ass was when he struck. A pile of dish soap bubbles were pressed into your chest as Eddie cackled like some mischievous gremlin thing.

"God, you bitch!" You shrieked, swatting at Eddie as he continued to basically massage your boobs. The ulterior motives were all too clear.

"Yeah, call me that again. Fuck, I'm gonna cuuuuuum." He moaned and giggled, now humping at your thigh with a firm grip around your waist - you weren't going anywhere.

[to-the-stars8]

Love and Neighbors

Clark Kent x Reader Chapters AO3 NSFW 18+

32-Super Clean

The one perk of dating the Man of Steel? Easy, the way he made cleaning your apartment so much easier.

That little speck of dirt in the corner of the ceiling that, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t reach? Clark took you by the hips and floated up, so now it’s all gone. He easily lifted the couch so you could vacuum underneath and followed it by offering to dust the corners of the kitchen that were too high for you. 

“Yes, please,” You said sweetly, leaning up to give him a peck on the lips. “Thank you, hon’.”

There was a blush on Clark’s face as he turned away from you. “It’s no problem, honey.”

“If you feel the urge to wash the dishes while you’re in there, help yourself,” You joked. 

You hadn’t expected him to do it, but when you entered the kitchen again a few minutes later he was in the middle of not only drying the dishes but also putting them away. Damn, you never knew you’d find a man doing basic household chores so fucking sexy. Walking up behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist. 

“Thank you, honeybun.” He reciprocated your thanks by rubbing his hand over your arms, mumbling something about how it was no big deal. You, on the other hand, disagreed. Slowly, your hands moved down to his belt, gently running your hand over the fake leather.  

You heard Clark’s breath hitch in his throat, before saying, “Honey?” 

As you stepped around him to finally come face to face, you said before sinking down to your knees. “Yes?” 

“I’ll do the dishes whenever you want.”

You smiled as you started to undo his belt. “Promise?”

Clark nodded, too distracted by the feeling of his cock begging to be freed as you continued to tease him. Your hands were always so distracting since they so easily found all his weak spots. When the belt was finally loosened, Clark whined and attempted to undo the rest. Yet, you pushed his hands away and moved back to sit on your heels in a threat of stopping. He’d rather eat a shit ton of Kryptonite than have that happen, so he let you work. 

You undid the buttons on his pants before stopping again, looking up at him. “You're such a kind man to help me clean, what did I do to deserve you?”

Clark huffed out a chuckle, trying to think of a response that would have you working on getting his cock out of his pants again. “You didn’t do anything. It’s me who doesn’t deserve you.”

That must have been the correct fucking answer because within seconds you were doing the one thing he had been craving. When you pulled his cock from his pants the tip was practically dripping with pre-cum and you stuck your tongue out to give it a gentle, languid lick. He tasted so unique, and you reveled in it. Giving the tip a sweet kiss, you then slowly took it into your mouth. 

When you looked up at him, Clark’s eyes were closed and his glasses were close to falling off his face. If you could smile, you would, but instead took him into your mouth as far as you could before pulling off with a gasp. Clark put his hand on the back of your head as you were licking the underside of his dick, giving you a sign that he wanted to be back in your mouth. He pulled your hair a bit, tugging at it to make you look at him. 

“Please,” He gasped. “Make me cum.”

You obliged, taking him back into your mouth and repeating the same motion as before, taking him as far as you could before slowly pulling off. Clark groaned, leaning forward to brace himself on the counter with one hand as the other pushed you toward his cock. His hips moved forward in short, quick thrusts making you gag a little. You let him take what he wanted, liking the feeling of letting him be in control, and gripped his waist. 

He was panting above you, sounding especially pathetic as it had been some time since the two of you had gotten this intimate due to work and missions getting in the way. His fingers were now digging into your hair as he got closer to tipping off the edge. You could feel his cock twitch in your mouth and you pulled away right when he was about to cum. No matter how much you wanted to taste him on your tongue, you had other plans. 

“Fuck,” Clark grunted, eyes narrowing down at you. He looked angry and you found his frustration delicious. 

You smiled wickedly. “We still have the bedroom to clean, honey.”

Clark snickered as he dragged you to your feet. “Might as well as make it more of a mess then.”

[eris-snow]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐇𝐢𝐦

Tags: angst, Bakugou x reader, breakup, swearing

It hurts, Bakugou realised. The way you address him. It started off simple.

Bakugou. He still remembers how often you used to call him that the first few weeks you met him.

"Bakugou!" You hollered, making him roll his eyes as he turned his neck uncaringly to face you. You stopped behind him, panting slightly, before looking up at him to shoot a small, relieved smile at him. "Mr Aizawa told me to pass you this."

He blinked, pausing for a second before snatching the document out of your hands. "You could have passed me this at the dorms, Shortie. Didn't have to chase after me."

You pouted, straightening your back. "Yeah, well. You're always busy training. I didn't want to bother you later."

Bakugou quirked an eyebrow. "So you chose to bother me now?"

"You-" You huffed, throwing your hands in the air. "Forget it! I should have just passed it to Kirishima."

With that, you stormed off, leaving a snickering Bakugou alone in the hallway.

The next name was Pomeranian. It is a name Bakugou despises, one that you called him when you both became friends. You had started standing up to him, putting up a fight and throwing your own sly cheeky remarks back at him since you were closer now. Sometimes, it would even get him tongue-tied. Not that he would have ever admitted it.

"You wanna go, Pomeranian?" You said, blowing your hair out of your face as dusted your hands.

You were clearing out your room at UA because the mess was getting a little too out of hand when Bakugou decided to show up. Seeing the way your hair stood up in the messy bun you always have it in, and the way you were fighting with the vacuum cleaner was enough to make him roar with laughter, which resulted in your exasperated reaction.

"How much shit do you have in here?" He fired back, craning his head such that he could get a full view of your room. "It's a damn pigsty."

"Why'd you think I'm clearing it out, Pomeranian?" You blew out a frustrated breath, ignoring Bakugou's hiss while still trying to fix the vacuum cleaner to no avail. "I'm bloody tired, and I just want to sleep now." You groaned. "This was a mistake."

He sighed, rolling his eyes as he stepped into your room and bent down. "Pass me that damn thing. I'll help you, Dumbass."

You called him that for a long time. It was only when you started dating, did you start to call him Katsuki. It was his favourite out of every way you ever addressed him. Katsuki. His name had a nice ring when it was your voice that said it. He still reminisced about it from time to time, when he would feel down or lonely.

If he hadn't met you, the story would have been different. He would have no reason to feel the way he feels now. No, he corrected himself. If he hadn't fucked up, he wouldn't feel this pain he feels now.

"Katsuki, I can't do this anymore," God, how much he regretted that day. He'd missed your anniversary, broke his promise...and that was the last straw for you.

"It was important, Y/n! You know I had to!" He protested, voice going decibels higher to get his point across to you. "What's going on with you lately? You've been so sensitive-"

"Me?" You shrieked, tears brimming your eyes. "I've been sensitive? Katsuki, look at where we are!" You gestured to the dining table, where food you had spent days trying to figure out how to cook laid on the table, cold. You even cooked Katsuki's favourite, hoping, wishing he would finally get a taste of your cooking and spend time together.

"We're in our fucking house, close to midnight, screaming at each other on our anniversary day!" You rub the tears away from your eyes roughly, trying to gather the crumbling parts of your heart and pull them close to your chest. "The least you could have been was honest with me! I feel like you're setting me up and then breaking me down with all the promises you've broken in the past year!"

He can see the grief in your eyes, your blue-black eyebags so dark that it makes him realise that he's not the only one tired. You've had your own day of hellish work. You've had your own shit to deal with.

And yet you're still trying, so hard, for the both of you to work.

You shook your head, eyes going blank. "Katsuki..." Your voice is trembling, and Bakugou shakes his head as he grabs your arms. "Y/n, baby, we can still work this out-" He tried, desperately, searching for the you that loved him unconditionally. But all he sees is someone exhausted, tired of being taken advantage of and forgotten. Someone who still mutters out the words he dreaded hearing the most.

"I'm done."

It was like someone splashed cold water on his face, those words echoing over and over in his mind.

It happened at the drop of the hat. The name switch.

"Let me go, Bakugou," You whispered, pulling away from him. "I'm going to pack my things."

"Y/n, baby, come on," He pleads, following you to your room. "I'm sorry, I know I've been an ass, just please,"

But nothing works anymore.

Your mind is set, even as he tries to block or stop you. "It's L/n now, Bakugou," You mutter as you take out your suitcase to pack your things. "Don't call me that."

Just like that, he loses you too. Slipped away because he chose to ignore your disappointed smiles and wasted dinners.

He's no longer Katsuki to you, and it tears him apart.

Time heals wounds, they say, but Katsuki would beg to differ because when he sees you again, it's on a professional level. "Dynamight," You greet him with a polite bow, "Pleasure to be working with you."

No Katsuki.

No teasing nickname.

Heck, even Bakugou doesn't cut it anymore.

Dynamight. Your smile is stiff, your shoulders squared, and if he looks deep enough he can still see the pain in your eyes.

He returns your tight-lipped smile.

Now, you're just one of his colleagues. You're just y/hero/n. Not L/n. not Y/n.

And it fucking hurts.

[cerealyoam]

N-SFW - Trapped in a room with Pantalone

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tags: fingering, gn reader, but reader also has female parts, reader wears a dress, praise, teasing, lots of teasing, kissing, handjob, nsfw content, explicit content, have fun yall

a/n: pantalone has a chokehold on me. did I spend two days doing this? Yeah. Do i regret it? Not at all. May make one for male reader soon amen.

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In the darkness, there is no one else but you—and Pantalone, but he's freakishly quiet anyway, so his presence is close to nothing. With pipes lining the walls, only a small clear patch of it remains. You and Pantalone lean against it, hidden.

Neither of you have heard any noises for the past few minutes. To that, you feel you can put the chase to rest. After all, it's not like you know how you came here, either.

You're in Pantalone's arms, them having wrapped languidly around your body. You're pressed up against him still, realizing that he feels quite warm. Maybe his presence is much better than none at all. You'd rather not go through this on your own, anyway.

At that, you breathe a sigh of relief. Your chest pounds from the minutes ago of being chased. You look up at Pantalone, only to find him staring into you.

He says nothing.

You must have really lucked out on your partnership with him, you think upsettedly. If this were literally any other person, maybe they'd be freaking out like you were, or at the very least talk some sort of nonsense about how none of this shit makes sense... but the Regrator only continues his visual assault.

"Can you not?" You huff. "I know I'm dolled up today, but at least make your weird ogling less obvious."

This is how you get men to fuck off, right? By calling out cooties or something. "You like me, don't you?" and they get flustered and bugger off.

Unlike you, Pantalone's breathing is steady, slow, and near silent. If it weren't for the fact you were in some sort of vacuum space, you'd not be able to hear any of it.

He's always been silent, hasn't he? When you first approached him, he silently looked for your wallet with you. When you first met him again, he silently appeared from behind. You're never able to detect him, no matter the situation.

"You finally noticed?" He hums. There's a wide, satisfied grin on his face.

Excuse me?

You must have said that out loud, because Pantalone only replies in turn. "Mmm, you haven't then. Let me put it in a language you can understand."

You don't even feel his embrace differ until two gloved fingers are under your chin, tipping your jaw upwards.

His eyes trail down, pausing, before slowly looking you up to your eyes again. They're half lidded. He leans in.

You know what's happening, but can't find it in yourself to deny.

He kisses you.

His bottom lip catches on yours, and you move yours in tandem. Pantalone lowers his head further, the kiss slow, languid and sensual.

Your eyes fluttered shut, and his, too. His other arm moves to your torso, gliding up your waist, resting right under your chest. Your hands stay pressed against his chest. His hand on your chin now rests against your cheek, pulling you deeper into the kiss.

When before, there was no sound other than your panting, now you're panting along with the noises of a gentle kiss.

He's so gentle with you. He's not once gripped, tugged or manhandled, only guiding you welcomingly, and you follow his movements. He's so, fucking, gentle.

You gasp as his hand on your torso dips to your ass, playing with the waistband.

"May I?" He whispers.

You flush. Perhaps this really isn't the time. You were both in the middle of escaping a heist for goodness sake!

You could be doing anything more productive by now. Figuring out where you are, why no one's here, how you got here, how to get out...

Though, its been ages since you've gotten a break. This gala was supposed to be a you night, where all the thoughts in your head are filled with good music, alcohol and no Pantalone to fuck your emotions up.

He's even doing it again. Making you feel so, so, confused.

"I believe I asked you a question, darling," the devil himself repeats. His fingers still fiddle with the waistband, slipping in slightly, before slipping out.

That's hot, you think. Like all your thoughts make sense. You want him out of your life for messing it up, but you want him in it to make it better. Better by kissing you like he just did seconds ago, better by giving you all these crawly feelings in your stomach, better by making you forget why you wanted him out of your life in the first place.

"I'm not hearing any approvals..." Pantalone insists. His smile has already faltered into an unreadable frown, but his thumb on your cheek caresses you gently. Slowly, it moves to your lips, as if asking for entrance. "If you don't want to, we can end this right now and pretend this never happened."

Your logic wanted to say no, but your mouth did the work for you. "Yes."

The grin returns to his face. "Good."

His thumb pushes in, and his lips encase yours once more.

The kiss is still gentle, but after a peck, Pantalone's tongue glides against your lips, before locking against your teeth with another peck with it.

Pantalone hums, and the vibration tickles against you.

You almost forget what's happening, until a hand at your waistband dips to the hem of your skirt, lifting up.

You're exposed.

"Adorable panties," he murmurs between kisses. As his tongue dips back into your mouth, his fingers caress your clothed mound.

"I always wondered what was down here," He says, parting only to reattach at your neck, and suck.

His fingers glide and press like the experienced man he is, a single one starting to rub against your nub.

It switches from faint circles, barely pressing down on the spot you so wish, into a hard, slow side-to-side motion.

From one side of your nub to the other, he presses hard and lifts up, drawing a zigzag, all the while moving down your neck to your shoulder.

"Pesky top," he whispers, yet harshly yanking your collar to the side. "Stopping me from reaching what's mine to keep."

You gasp.

His mouth lifts again. "Did you know how you affected me tonight?" He kisses another part of your shoulder. "You're so beautiful I couldn't take my gaze off your back. I wanted to pull you away from your pesky friends and bend you over the bar, take you right then and there in front of everyone."

If you're about to respond, it doesn't matter, because Pantalone tugs at your panties, pulling them down.

On instinct, you follow along, pulling them off, Pantalone snatching them before you can pick them up.

He lifts it to his coat, pocketing it.

You stare at him in awe, at his bold move, but he only smiles.

"You can't—"

"Oh, honey, but I can."

Just as he's lathered enough of your precum, fingers dip into your entrance.

Waisting no time, Pantalone explores.

His fingers move back and forth, taking time to rub on the walls, twisting in a forward scissoring motion, before stopping to thrust in and out slowly.

He must have done this a million times before, what with his old age and neverending experience list. You've never felt this good before, your fingers never doing this much for you before.

Just as you think you're getting used to it, Pantalone switches his strategies and thrusts in all the way to his knuckles, pushing like he's looking for something.

Just as he does so, he whispers into your ears. "Touch yourself.”

You nod, reaching down to rub at your nub, but he swats your hand away. You look up at him confusedly.

"No, no," he tuts. "You should be saying, yes, master."

You breathe in, your thoughts having filled with the thoughts of wanting to cum to think twice. "Yes, master."

At last, he let's go of your hand, you finally able to rub at it.

"Good," he drawls, a sly grin on his face, his hand dipping back into your cunt, him continuing to poke and prod. "Keep moaning for me, just. Like. That."

His fingers are long, so it takes no time before you gasp out as he hits your sweet spot.

You feel him smile against your skin, kissing your ears, nipping on the lobe.

"Ahh, I just love the sounds you make," he whispers, his breath tickling your ears, making you whimper away. "Quiet, loud, even your little pants... send all these lovely signals down here."

His free hand reaches for yours, pulling you to feel his crotch. The size of the bulge makes you shiver.

Pantalone hums, "Take it out."

You tug at his waistband, somehow popping open the button with one hand. You're impatient, frantic, dipping into his briefs and pulling out his cock.

It's longer than it is thick, probably able to reach places inside that you've never felt before.

"That's it," Pantalone continues. "Stroke it."

You nod.

The moan he let's out is obscene, right against your ear still. He's loud, his deep voice only sending tremors all over your body.

"Faster," he says, cooing. "Squeeze it a bit."

He's not once stopped hitting your sweet spot, and you can feel your high coming soon. You squeeze the base, gliding up to rub at his tip, speeding up your hand.

You make a noise that lets him know you're close.

"Gonna cum?" He taunts, but his voice is heady. "Come on, you want me to stick it in, don't you? Bully your little hole until its shaped just for me."

You nod frantically.

"What did I say?"

"Yes, master!"

His fingers thrust up one more time, your finger on your nub presses, you squeeze one more time and Pantalone groans loudly as you cum.

You keep stroking him, harder and faster, bringing your other hand to play with his tip.

"Ooh, yes, you're a natural," he praises. "Keep this up and I just might let you go for round two."

You gulp at the thought.

It doesn't take long before he's cum on your hand.

You both pant, slowly coming down from your high.

Eventually, you two breathe normally again, Pantalone's fingers slipping out of your hole. Your hands are no more slick than his are.

"Good job," he whispers. "I'd go for another round, but you won't be able to take it."

You're too tired to respond at this point. So tired, in fact, you miss his last words, murmured into your neck.

"So beautiful."

***

[kitkatt0430]

Haven't done this in a while, but HOPPY EASTER everyone, here have an Easter gift of villains being villainous in a villains win story.

The obvious solution to save Dante seemed to be to make sure he was sent somewhere far, far away. Which Savitar cheerfully agreed to. “I know a few realities we could drop him off on where he’d be relatively safe. Live out a normal human life, only have to worry about the normal human problems. Cars are dangerous and so is walking down the stairs if you trip. Hell, bad run in with a vacuum cleaner and next thing you know you’re going in for MRIs and knee surgery.” “Do you ever shut up?” Reverb muttered in irritation. If he’d asked Zoom something like that? Vibrating hand through the chest, immediately. Savitar just laughed.

Savitar is a bit of a talkative and sarcastic little shit in this one, but once Reverb gets more comfortable around him the banter will be much more two-sided. (This is totally villain flirting, right?)

But it's not just villains being villainous around here. From the Eobard-is-the-shitty-ex fic for Barry/Cisco/Hartley...

“I let Eobard convince me you were a lying brat and by the time I realized he’d been playing me…” Cisco hesitated. “I’m sorry, Hartley. I should have listened to you.” “And maybe if I hadn’t been an easily flattered idiot, I would have realized what he was really up to and turned him in with proof before things got too far.” Hartley heaved a sigh. “Maybe I could have stopped him before he ever had the chance to hurt either of you.” “Him using you… using all of us… that’s not any of our faults,” Barry said. And, for the first time, he might even believe it.

The only reason Barry can pull out of his own guilt complex? He feels the need to help Cisco and Hartley pull out of theirs. Right now they're sitting outside the building where a long hearing over Eobard's actions just took place and old grievances are being aired and reviewed. So it's been a long, hard day for all three of them, having to give testimony on their relationships with Eobard at some point during the process. But the hearing was entirely off screen, because I didn't want to have to research the actual process of investigating these kinds of allegations. Just move on to these three bonding, shall we?

Tommy is having to deal with a lot of obnoxious Queen family nonsense in the Ep3 rewrite for my Arrow Redux series. Including Oliver teasing him a little over wearing some of his mom's things as a kid. Though, to be fair, there's definitely the impression afterwards that Oliver liked getting to see Tommy in those things...

“We were, what… twelve? Thirteen.” “Ollie, do not.” “And we found your mom’s old stuff in the attic…” Tommy sighed. “I looked good in the tiara and heels, shut up.” Dig chuckled softly. “You must have missed her a lot,” he offered, looking amused by their antics. “I did. I still do. I have most of her things squirreled away in storage, actually,” he said with an amused smile. “And I do still look good in the tiara and heels,” he added with a smirk, just to see how that would get taken.

I've still got about... a third of the episode left to go? And then I can run cleanup on the fic. I'm also using this scene to set up an event taking place between episodes 6 & 7 as I'm trying to use the airdates of episodes as guidelines for approximately when the events within them occur and Tommy is going to be participating in an annual charity auction for an LGBT+ cause. A date auction, of course. ;)

Instead of trying to fit that into an episode rewrite, I'll probably just include it as it's own separate fic between those two rewrites.

[appalamutte]

inspired by this post about jack’s general disregard for his phone

Bitty’s halfway to putting the maple apple turnovers into the oven when Jack’s phone hits the ground with a sharp smack, face down, and it’s as if Bitty’s heart stops plum in his chest.

Nothing happens for a painstakingly drawn out moment. Then, Jack noncommittally says, “Oh,” and it’s not a word as much as it is a grunt. He doesn’t even drop down to grab it, just continues washing the bowls Bitty used like nothing happened, like his phone’s not face down and probably cracked as all get out on the kitchen floor, the poor thing.

Taking a deep breath, Bitty finishes putting the turnovers in the oven, closes the door, and wipes his hands together. “You gonna get that, sweetpea?”

He tries to keep his voice natural. He honestly, really tries.

Jack glances over at him before he turns to look over his shoulder at his phone. “Oh, yeah, in just a sec. I’m kind of...,” he trails off, gesturing down to his soap-covered hands wiping down a bowl with a rag.

Bitty chuckles. “Right, of course,” he breathes out, leaning back against the counter. He sends another uneasy glance at Jack’s phone because, really, he should just pick it up himself, but instead he says, “I can finish washing those if you’d like,” because he really isn’t sure he has the heart to handle checking whether or not Jack’s phone survived.

“No, it’s cool. I’m almost done.” Jack shoots him a crooked little smile then, like his phone is not still on the ground, and flicks on the faucet to start rinsing the bowl off.

Nodding, Bitty keeps daring glances at the phone and considers how many times a screen can hit hardwood floors before it finally shatters. He’s wringing his hands together into a white-knuckled mess, and when Jack finally finishes up, Bitty’s heart thuds precariously up into his throat.

“Hey,” Jack says, turning around, and—by god he bypasses the phone and steps right up to Bitty with that crooked little easy thing still on his lips. 

Bitty thinks he manages a smile back. “Hey there.”

“Those turnovers smell amazing.”

“Oh! Well, thank you, but, I mean...”

Jack’s in front of him now, his fingers hooked into the belt loops of Bitty’s jeans, pulling him in and leaning down. The kiss teeters on the edge of something more, just distracting enough to loosen Bitty’s shoulders, and Jack tastes sweet like apple filling. It’s inviting and so, so promising, and Bitty would give into it completely if it weren’t for—

“Jack, sweetie,” Bitty says, pulling back and placing a hand on Jack’s chest to stop him. “Um, please, just—your phone?”

“My phone?”

“Yeah, could you maybe...pick it up?”

Jack furrows his brow but steps back regardless. “Okay,” is all he says, and with absolutely no hesitation at all he bends down to pick it up. Bitty actually sucks in a harsh breath and closes his eyes, nearly cringing at the sudden reality of seeing Jack’s phone shattered. His hearts racing in his chest and it’s as if the kitchen falls into a vacuum, void or any sound; Bitty waits to hear Jack curse or sigh or something, waits to hear Jack say his phone’s finally bit the dust, Bits.

He waits, and waits, and only opens his eyes when Jack huffs out a small laugh.

Bitty can’t take it anymore. “Well?”

“Shits sent this huge text about some girl in his seminar. Apparently, he caught her doing coke at some house party after she debated with him on the war on drugs. I think she supports the war, by the way.”

“What? No, Jack, you phone. Lord, is it okay?”

“My phone?” Jack looks up and takes in Bitty’s panic-stricken expression before he laughs, hard enough to bend over. “Bits, is that—is that why you’ve been acting so weird?”

Bitty scoffs, crossing his arms and feeling his cheeks turn beet red as Jack turns his phone around to show a perfectly fine, un-cracked screen. “I have not been acting weird.”

“Crisse, I thought I did something wrong or something.”

“It’s perfectly normal for someone to freak out when a phone is dropped!”

“Only if you’re always looking down at said phone,” Jack chirps, setting his phone on the counter and stepping toward Bitty again. He’s still laughing a bit but is clearly trying to repress it. “Phone’s have Twitter, right? Is that why they’re so important?”

Bitty rolls his eyes. “I don’t need the sass, Mr. Zimmermann. The heart attack was plenty enough.”

Jack chuckles low in his chest and brings a hand up to Bitty’s face. The kiss this time is softer, lingering, with Jack’s other hand finding its place at the small of Bitty’s back and Bitty rising up onto his toes. “Thanks for looking out for my phone,” he murmurs against Bitty’s lips.

“Do you know how many heart attacks that phone of yours has given me?” Bitty leans up and kisses Jack again, drawing his hands up Jack’s arms to his shoulders before pulling back just enough to say, “I still think you need an upgrade. An iPhone would do you wonders.”

There’s a sudden smack on Bitty’s ass that has him yelping, and in the process Jack pulls him in closer. “Heart attacks keep the heart young, eh?”

“That doesn’t even make any sense.”

Jack’s hand slides into Bitty’s back pocket. “It’s good cardio. Come on, we have 10 minutes until those turnovers are done.”

He steps back and throws Bitty over his shoulder like he weighs nothing, manhandling him out of the kitchen, which—goodness, still does things to Bitty, particularly in ways that make their bedroom seem so much more appealing, but—“Jack! You know my rule about leaving the oven unattended!”

[asakikulove]

Asakiku Headcanons

Part 2/2.

What’s their favorite “domestic bliss” moment? Do they cook/clean together? Do they like to go out shopping together

I’ve pretty much answered this, but their favorite time is when they’re rained in and they spend time doing separate things in the same room, like reading different books or sewing independently. The only time England is allowed to cook is when he has someone in the kitchen with him. England helps with some of the housework, but Japan is particular about how things are, so unless it’s vacuuming, sweeping, or doing dishes he insists on doing it. England also walks the dog and they take care of the cats together. As for shopping, they usually do it together to spend more time together

What does a relaxing night in for them look like

Ideally, they’d have dinner together, play with the animals, do an activity together or separately, take a bath, cuddle, then go to bed. 

What does a date night out look like for them

Usually, England likes to set these up. He does the whole romantic thing of getting flowers, driving to the restaurant, opening doors and pulling out seats. He can be a gentleman when he wants to be. It’s usually very romantic. He’ll then drive them home and they’ll spend time together doing more or less intimate couple things. 

How do they silently/subtly express their love for each other?

Holding hands and doing that thumb rub thing. Sometimes they’ll find a handwritten letter from the other person just randomly written for them on their pillow. Sharing an umbrella in silence is also a thing that they do to show their love. 

What clothes/accessories do they steal from each other?

Although Japan would look great in England’s hoodies, he actually doesn’t own any, so they don’t really steal from each other’s closets. Ties are usually the only thing that they steal from each other. Japan can also get away with stealing England’s sweaters, but he’ll never admit that he does that. 

Which of their friends/family pokes fun at them for getting flustered/affectionate.

All of them. France, America, and his brothers are the ones usually bugging England, and Taiwan and South Korea are usually the ones bugging Japan, but all of their friends have poked fun at them for being embarrassed at some point. 

How do they apologize after arguments?

First off, they don’t argue a lot, but when they do, it’s a huge deal. They both get a little passive aggressive, Japan more so than England. Japan can be a little shit when he wants to be, so he’ll start answering requests with “I’ll see what I can do.” (which means no) or refusing to cook and England will do things like malicious compliance or do something that he knows annoys Japan. Eventually, one of them will stop being stubborn and apologize. Their apologies are very sincere, and normally that fixes the problem and they’ll actually talk it out like adults. 

Do they like pick up lines?

Not really their thing. England is more likely to try to use them ironically, but if Japan uses one, he’s usually unintentionally smooth about them. 

What is their favorite place to kiss their partner? What are their favorite type of kisses?

It’s the softness that they enjoy. England is usually more explorative with kisses, and will do little neck kisses from behind Japan. He usually enjoys those because they fluster Japan. Japan, on the other hand, just really likes long simple kisses. He also has a thing for being kissed on the top of the head, but he won’t admit to that. 

What is their dream home? Do they buy a place together? Who plans the decorations and who does the heavy lifting?

They don’t really have too much of a dream home. They’re happy with either an eastern style or western style house. Ideally, they’d have one of each, but if they can’t they’ll compromise. Japan plans the decorations, and England insists on doing the heavy lifting. Could Japan do it? Easily, but he’ll let England do it because he looks good. 

Do they have pets or kids?

They have at least two cats and a dog. As for kids, they wouldn’t mind having some kids around, especially England. As far as parenting would go, they’re both strict, but very affectionate parents. 

Who would propose? What would their wedding be like?

Since England is more of a public person, he’d most likely propose since Japan asked him out first. He wouldn’t make a huge deal over it, but it would still be very romantic. He’d be worried about it for weeks trying to make it perfect, but even if everything went wrong, Japan would still say yes. They’d have a multicultural wedding, with a fusion of English and Japanese traditions. 

What’s something that reminds them of their partner? Do they have anything on them daily as a reminder (a photo, phone background, tattoo, clothing/accessory) 

They do the cheesy picture in the wallet thing. They also have special ringtones for each other that makes them think of a fandom that the other person is in (or simply reminds them of the other person.) They also have pressed flower bookmarks of each other’s favorite flower

What’s something they can never agree on? How do they meet in the middle?

Superior tea. They both love tea, but not the same type of tea so they usually end up with a lot of tea in the house of various flavors. They also argue over how tea is supposed to be made. They also have different religious beliefs, but mostly it doesn’t affect them, as they’ll do Church on Easter and go to the shrines on new year kind of thing, but if the other doesn’t want to they won’t force them to. 

Free space! Say something about the ship that you want to say!

Japan still isn’t entirely convinced that England can do magic, but he’s tolerant of it. Japan also finds it endearing when England is tsundere, but won’t put up with England when he’s being a jerk. England loves Japan’s hair. He loves running his hands through it.

[onlyallytothesun]

Oh Hunter, why are you here?

I know its a big mistake to post this but I must:

My dislike of Hunter doesn't stem from his character being particularly terrible (in the sense of him being an asshole personality wise), but more from his blandness overtaking screen time that is ultimately wasted.

People always argue against this by pointing out that Hunter is a clone of Belos' brother and so logistically he should provide a different perspective on Belos as a character and contribute something new to the show.

And I would agree on that if its wasn't for:

I'm sick of pet projects

It's no secret that Hunter is Dana's favorite and I feel like this little fact has impacted the show for the worst.

Writers often joke that they divide OC's based on categories like "sunshine", "the moody cloud", etc... Within this you have ,what I call, the torture pet. An OC that you love but constantly torture of the sake of ~angst~.

While this character doesn't bother me in the vacuum of the internet, it does start to get egregious when applied to a structured story.

A character who only exists to swallow on their misery can get tiring pretty quickly and its hard to pull off.

Hunter is a failed version of this.

He very much feels out of place and almost crammed into the storytelling. He often occupies episodes and comes out learning the same lesson over and over again. Compare that to other characters who progress at the speed of light in less than five episodes (We saw Amity go from bully, acquaintance, friend, and crush in a season. That's impressive).

And truthfully, its because Hunter's story doesn't offer much at all.

Belos & Hunter

He is written to be an angst white boy who trusts dictator of an Uncle but in reality his Uncle is evil and shit. Then after a time he finds out and realizes "its all been a lie😫😫😫" and becomes a good guy.

So I'm sick of this story, its stale, its bland, and its as white as white bread can get. Which is a shame because in Hunter's introduction it very much felt like they were going in a different direction. Even more it felt like threw Hunter we would get interesting insight into other characters.

But two things:

-The crew ultimately throw away Hunter's fun persona for the sake of dabbling in angst as soon as possible.

-Belos doesn't treat Hunter any different from any other character. He treats Hunter the same as Kikimora and Lilith. If that's the case, why is he here??? We already have Lilith and Kikimora to show he is a huge abuser. Like???

Despite being a clone of his brother, Belos doesn't react any differently (except for one scene). He is still as manipulative, still as demanding, etc...

You know who does provide a new look at Belos? The Collector.

With him we see Belos' true colors, when he worries, when he longs to go home, etc... This two gossip and I think that's neat.

We don't see Belos act this way with anybody else but the Collector, and that's the kind of intrigue I expected from Hunter.

The only scene we get that could allude to something new is when Belos sees Flapjack and shouts "Caleb" before attacking again.

Which means that the trigger for this traumatic memories wasn't Hunter, it was Flapjack💀. Making Hunter's uselessness in the story even more apparent.

Talking about wasting space, we should talk about:

Hollow Mind

So this is the episode they were hyping up, the episode they promised would blow on our minds. And its was meh.

In retrospect, this episode was a waste of time and a waste of concept. For the synopsis of "The characters get stuck in MAIN VILLAIN'S MIND" the show did a whole lot of nothing.

We retreated scenes we already knew and could interfere as an audience all for the sake of keeping Hunter's angst train going. We pushed Belos' backstory into the background just so Hunter can go "Oh no he is evil😫😫😫".

An episode that promised an interesting outlook on our main villain and protagonist had to be side stepped so the side character could cry more. GODAMN.

Final Thoughts

I know why the fandom loves him and all, but the reasons are dubious and i rather we admit that he is only liked because he is an angst character rather an interesting addition to the show.

[airyairyaucontraire]

Ever get your period a day or two before a trip and wish you could just shove the vacuum cleaner up there and get it all out in one go and not have to deal with that nonsense away from home and your own washing machine and so forth?

Look, I have to say I am not unappreciative for my good fortune in assorted ways but 2023 needs to pull its fucking socks up. First we spent the first week of the new year with COVID-19 cutting a swath through the household. My dad tested positive on New Year’s Day, his actual birthday. Long-time tumblies will be aware that my dad is a man of multifarious shortcomings but I really don’t think he altogether deserved that. So we’ve spent the week in semi-isolation with the weird feature that as the only adult who didn’t seem to get it, it’s like I’ve been quarantined in my room. (Tested negative daily the entire time, a rare feat for my generally very basic immune system.) There is nowhere to sit except the bed so I’ve basically been bedridden, while ACTUALLY PERFECTLY HEALTHY but endeavouring to avoid my closest relatives’ plague, and I’ve managed to fuck up the traitor muscle on the left side of my shoulder/neck/back axis due to inactivity/odd positions. The best thing that’s happened the entire fucking week is Little Nephew and I went out with masks on to buy Red Niece a new raincoat (Green Niece fits and loves his old raincoat but there’s only one of it) and had ice-cream/a milkshake before we went home, that was the fucking highlight. (Green Niece’s raincoat has a pattern of sharks. Red Niece’s raincoat has a pattern of butterflies and that is exactly what they are like as people.)

(It’s so interesting yet also sad to consider how different Little Nephew’s stillborn twin Harrison would have been from him, had he lived. I sometimes imagine two copies of Little Nephew scampering around here, but Harrison being as different from him as Red is from Green. I wish I could have known him and seen his individual ways. However, I also think “Christ Almighty, two sets of them would break us,” so it’s a bit of a thing all in all and I don’t share that thought with him or my sister obviously.)

My Red Niece comes to see me every day to demand an extremely specific My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic picture be printed off to be stuck to cardboard and cut out for her to play with rather than my sister having to source and purchase MULTIPLE discontinued toys from an earlier generation, and quite frankly even the current generation is not easy to find in New Zealand stores! We have been carefully preparing her psychologically for the fact that there is no printer at the beach house we’re going to for five days next week and she will have to make do with the ponies she’s got. I probably need to put in more time on this but it makes me a bit sad that other than describing the pictures she wants, she doesn’t really discuss FiM with me and as you know, I’ve got thoughts. And a purple wig I’ve worn to cosplay Human Rarity. I wonder where that is, or if I got rid of it in a fit of “The world has changed and this is never going to be my life again”? Because it was a cute wig and we’d make a swell Rarity and Sweetie Bell.

I’m sorry, you know I love Rarity (sobbing) so much

Also, am experimenting on myself and discovered that, per the neurologist’s suggestion, alcohol does reduce my leg tremor problem! Of course it also renders me unfit to drive and possibly to work, but that’s interesting to know, isn’t it!

And the weather’s been verily shit, so rainy, and forecast for rain every bloody day but one in the location we’re going to. There’s always hope for it to be nicer than forecast, I’ve certainly experienced that at times, but still, 2023, get your fucking act together! This is not good enough! You are going to be the Year of the Rabbit soon! Is this good enough for Sailor Moon? No! It is not!

And Little Nephew is having some manner of pre-pubescent hormonal surge that is apparently pretty common in eight-year-old lads and is on an emotional roller coaster which at times renders him dia-bleeding-bolical, my God, the fucking DRAMA

And I’ve just started my period and we’re going away the day after tomorrow

And I would just very much like 2023 to get its fucking shit together because it’s not easy for anyone but WE ARE BLOODY WELL TRYING

[greenishghostey]

the commonly referenced 'messy bun' eddie puts his hair into isn't actually a bun, it's just a ponytail he didn't pull all the way through

His pretty pretty curls tied back all messy because it’s summer and he’s got to clean out his van

That’s the plot synopsis of this. Also, goofy fluff for fluff's sake

///

July in Hawkins was usually a similar temperature to the surface of the sun. Eddie would lovingly grumble about how it “feels like Satan’s moist armpit”; he had such an eloquent way with words.

The summer sun was particularly punishing as it bounced around the trailer park. You were almost tempted to try and cook some eggs for breakfast on the steps of Eddie's trailer - the resulting bacteria would have been a bitch to deal with though.

Eddie always used hot, sticky summer days to clean his van. The body and windows desperately needed to be blasted with a hose. A whole lot of random crap had accumulated in the back of the van - fast food wrappers, busted guitar cables, Corroded Coffin poster samples. The brown shag rug lining the back needed to be vacuumed very, very badly, too.

You were always happy to help out with the van cleaning. Partly because it was just nice to spend time on a nice day with your boyfriend. But mainly because you got to look at him while he cleaned.

Eddie didn't own any shirts that were breezy enough for the July heat, so he ditched the shirt altogether. His tattoos and freckled skin were on full display in the golden sunshine. He was glowing. One, because he was a pretty guy, and two, because you had rubbed a lot of sunblock on him - much to his protests.

In addition to going half-naked, "showing off the goods," as he put it. Eddie also tied his curls up. The hair tie he used, which was probably months old, given how overstretched it was, only held his hair back loosely. The ponytail sat against the back of his neck, and several wild strands fell around his sweaty face.

You were taking a break from vacuuming the car seats, lounging back on a low, green deck chair and observing. Secretly, you were happy that you had the privilege of seeing Eddie being all effortlessly hot. The guy was a solid 10, and no one else in the entire town got to see him the way you did.

Admittedly, you felt a little iffy watching him while knocking back a beer from the cooler at your feet, objectifying him while he was hosing down the van. But you also knew that he was far too aware of what he was doing.

"You missed a spot on the windscreen." You pointed out, gesturing to the dried bird shit near the window wipers. Eddie turned to you and peered over his sunglasses. Letting him buy aviators was an awful idea. Especially since you'd seen Top Gun with your friends a few months back.

"I'm doing the wipers separately. There's more bird shit and dead bugs on 'em than what you can see," Eddie explained. He still moved the spray of the hose over the area you had pointed out. You were just trying to be helpful, and he appreciated it. "Oh, there's a huge spider in here too! Come see!"

You had to peel yourself off the plastic of the deck chair - the heat was just a joke now. Eddie had started poking at the wipers, inspecting the area for any live creepy crawlers that he could save before causing a tsunami for them.

"I swear if there's hair on this spider, I'll-" You were abruptly cut off by a fast spray of water hitting you in the chest. Eddie was a dead man. Regardless of his summer look.

"Been waiting all day to do that." Eddie cackled, doubling over at the sight of the death glare you were giving him. "Love ya, though. Hey, no bra, how nice of you." he preened, quickly stealing a kiss on your damp cheek.

The t-shirt you were wearing was now like a second skin. The red cotton clung to your torso, and you quickly realised the reason for Eddie's aim. As Eddie moved away from you, you made fast work of disarming him of the hose. The second it was in your hand, his face dropped, and he bolted around the van.

"Can you blame me for the wet t-shirt?! Like really?" Eddie pleaded as you stalked after him, hose in a vice grip. You knew your boyfriend was a perv, sure, but you could still get a bit of revenge in exchange for it.

"It is chaffing my armpits, Edward." You hissed, aiming a hose blast at his head, but he quickly ducked behind one of the open back doors.

"Well, I'm sorry about that. But you've been ogling me all day! Can't a guy see some wet t-shirt action!" This time he luckily dodged your line of fire.

"I've been ogling you for twenty minutes AT MOST!"

"HA! So, you admit-" Eddie cut himself off with an "oof" as you had managed to catch him and shove him lightly into the side of the van - the clean side. He immediately raised his hands in defeat, pushing his sunglasses into his hair so he could try to win you over with the puppy dog eyes. Damn, the guy was good; you had to give him some credit. "C'mon, babe, you don't really wanna do this. How 'bout I make it up to you later? I'll do that thing-" The offer was tempting, but you only pinned Eddie more firmly to the metal.

The spray blasted directly on the top of his head, soaking his face, hair and shoulders in an instant. "You will be doing that thing later, dumbass." You grumbled, releasing the now water-logged man and marching off with the hose.

You took maybe five steps away from Eddie before he ran up, grabbed you from behind and started shaking his sodden hair in your face like a big dog. His barking laugh at your struggling to run away warmed your heart and made you forgive him. Only a little bit, though.

[wordynerdygurl]

The Queen & The Jester

An Eddie Munson x Female Reader “Choose Your Adventure” Story

Author’s Note:  This is a “Choose Your Adventure” Story, so CLICK HERE for The Beginning!  Warnings are listed there!

You Go with Eddie to The Hideout 

Eddie Munson was asking you to go to a show.  No.  That wasn’t right.  He hadn’t asked, he had told you to join him. 

“I’m, uh, I’m not 18 until next week.” Huffing out air, he waved off your concern, “You’ll be with me, guitarist from Corroded Coffin and everyone’s favorite ah, connection.” Were you agreeing to this?  Your brain certainly thought so, asking softly, “Should I, uh, meet you there?” Shaking those long, untamed locks to the negative, “No, kid.  I’ll pick you up.  What time do you get outta here?” “Ten.  Ten o’clock we close.” Pressing his torso into your giving upper body, surrounding you, Eddie spoke directly into the shell of your ear, “I’ll be waiting.”  Without looking back, Eddie Munson strode to the front of the store, a man of action.  Hugging your notebook tightly to your chest, you sunk down to the floor once you were sure Eddie couldn't see you.  So much had happened in such a short span of time and your brain was bursting from the overload.  Had you agreed to go out with Eddie after work?  To a rock show?  In a bar? Shit.  You had to call your mom.  Struggling to get your buckling knees under you, you carefully walked out back where you stowed your notebook, safely this time and grabbed the back office phone, “Mom, hi it’s me. No, nothing’s wrong.  I just- uh, I’m going to be working on a school project with some kids from class and we can only do it tonight, after I get off work.  I’ll be fine, I just didn’t want you to drive over here for nothing.  K, k, I love you too.” That was it.  It was done.  You lied to your mom because you had plans with the town’s drug dealer and for some reason, that made you feel pretty great. The rest of that night flew by quicker than you would have expected.  Keith had taken a “break” using the stuff from Eddie, which meant you could do whatever you wanted without his dopey interruptions.  Popping in your favorite band’s tape, you bopped around the shop, neatening stacks, alphabetizing records and organizing cassettes.  When Keith took the vacuum from you, even he had to admit that the place looked pretty good, “Enough.  Go home.  Get outta here.” You didn’t have to be told twice.  Dashing for your gear, you were outside the store in a matter of minutes, smiling like a goofball when you saw the beat up van parked in front.  Eddie waved at you shyly, motioning for you to come on already. Popping open the passenger door, you jumped up into the side seat, “For some reason I thought you were gonna bail on me, Munson.” “How could I let down my queen?”  He earnestly asked, side-eyeing you as you buckled your seat belt. Rolling down the window, you laughed sweetly at that, “So I’m your queen now, huh?” Appreciating the relaxed way you took on his mantle for you, Eddie stuck out his tongue playfully, “And I’m your jester, darlin’.  Here for a good time!”  With a wink that bordered on rude, his huge silver rings clinking, Eddie threw the van into gear and sped away from Making Tracks as you shrieked happily. Pulling into The Hideout parking lot, you felt a familiar tension spread through your shoulders.  You were not part of this scene, you weren’t part of any scene, really and you knew that someone was going to call you out on being an imposter.  Luckily, you had a helper. Clapping his hands together, Eddie swiveled in his seat until he was staring at you, “Ok.  First thing, you can’t go in there with that shirt on.” “Uh, I don’t have anything else to wear?”  You shrugged uneasily, pulling the day-glo garment away from your shoulders. “Ha ha!  You do now!”  And sliding between the seats, Eddie started digging through a trash bag of clothes that had lived in the van for an indeterminate amount of time.  “No, uh uh… Hmm, maybe this one.” You watched wordlessly as he chucked items over his shoulder, rooting around for something that just felt right, something you.  When he was satisfied with his selections, he climbed back to the captain’s chair, tossing a pile of laundry your way, “Alright.  I’ve done my part.” “Eddie, what, what is all this?” Lifting his shoulders, he ran a hand along his stubbled cheek, “I just hang onto things.  Stuff people leave behind, stuff they forget, stuff that gets-” locking on you, his stare didn’t falter, “-overlooked.” “I like being overlooked, Eddie.”  It was a whisper but that didn’t make it any less true for you. He didn’t answer that.  What could he possibly say?  Instead he flicked those long fingers, “In the back, try them on.  Find one that you like!” “Can I… May I have some privacy?  Please?”  Clicking his tongue, like the rogue he was, Eddie smiled, “I guess so.  Just uh, knock on the back door when you’re ready.” You waited him out, sure that he was standing guard outside the rusted out van’s double door.  Slowly you tugged the unforgiving work shirt off, leaving you in your black bra and jeans.  Taking a minute you sorted through the shirts that Eddie had picked out for you. “Too small, waaaay too small.  God.”  It was disheartening to find that most of the pile was full of sizes small enough to fit children.  One boob wouldn’t fit in half of the tees he offered.  Giving up was an idea that rose in your mind, making him drive you home where your books and your bed were waiting for you was starting to seem like the right idea. “Knock knock!  You doing ok in there?”  Rapping against the tin can’s outer wall, Eddie couldn’t help checking in on you. “Uh- just, just a second!”  You tore into the bag now, hunting out something, anything that could replace your uniform top.  Near the bottom you managed to wrangle out a men’s black ribbed tank top with a vicious tear over the place where your right boob would be visible.  Pulling it down, you were happy to see that it hugged you in the right spots but managed to hide your tummy bulge. About the rip though- what to do?  You spied a tatter flannel shirt in red and black checks, resting against the back of Eddie’s seat.  Sniffing it tentatively, you were happy to smell stale smoke and not something more… questionable.  Using it like a jacket you slipped your arms in the sleeves, grateful that they fit comfortably, and then tied the tails around your waist.

Were you a bastion of fashion?  No.  Were you comfortable and a little kick ass?  Hell yea! From your bag you pulled a tube of Dr. Pepper Lipsmacker and pouting your lips, applied it like some other girls would do with lipstick.  It wasn’t much, but it was enough to add an appropriately feminine touch, and it made you smile.  Using your fingers to rake through your hair, you tousled it in a way that prayed looked like you didn’t care at all, even though you were desperate to look the part of a typical patron.  When you popped out the passenger door, Eddie was pacing nervously alongside the van, nibbling on his already chewed down nails.  The surprise was worth it though.  His puppy dog eyes flew open and his jaw dropped at the sight of you.

There was nothing so very different about you.  Same hair, same jeans, same sneakers.  But the ratty old flannel was parted around your full chest, barely covered by the stretchy black tank top that once belonged to Gareth.  His reaction was genuine when he grunted, “Wow.” “What?”  Nerves attacked, causing you to spin in place, looking to see if there was something gross about the outfit you’d chosen.  All that did was give Eddie a chance to spy the luscious way your jeans clung to your ass and man, did he appreciate the view. Coming close enough to pluck at your overshirt’s collar, “Nothing.  You just-” thickly swallowing, Eddie’s lips curled sweetly, “-You look good enough to eat.” “Stop.”  There was a finality in your tone that made Eddie pause.  Could it be possible?  Did you not know just how hot you were? Putting his hands up, surrendering theatrically, Eddie countered, “As my queen commands.  Ready to do this?”  He offered you his arm, almost as if he was a knight escorting you to a royal event instead of a held back third time senior taking you to a rock show in rural Indiana. Still, it did make you feel special.  Eddie was so attentive, holding the door for you, charming the bouncer.  Once the mugginess of the club was wrapped around you, his broad palm spread over the small of your back, guiding you closer to the bar, “Something to drink?” Almost shouting to be heard above the overloud performer, “Sure!” He didn’t move a finger, just draped his torso across the bar, yelling, “Two over here!” before slapping down a fiver.  Pushing a sweaty bottle of beer into your hand, Eddie wagged his eyebrows, “Drink up!” It was the first of many and honestly, you enjoyed every single one.  Eddie seemed to know all the people around and introduced you to each one.  You had the distinct impression that Eddie was showing you off, but that couldn’t be right.  Not you, who no one noticed.  Not you, that was too big for her own good.  Something about the cold beer and loud music made it all seem alright.  You let yourself relax, a change that Eddie noticed when he steered you into the middle of the crowd, a hand over each hip.  From behind, Eddie rested his chin on your shoulder, talking into your ear, “Not bad, is it my Queen?” His silver voice bathed you in shivers as your body couldn’t seem to help itself.  It had to respond to the small touches and tiny teasing movements that Eddie had been making all night.  The sudsy booze and the crush of people hide the inferno that sparked across your cheeks at Eddie’s brazen closeness.  Clinging to you like the borrowed shirt you wore, Eddie’s heart raced in time to the wailing guitars as you shifted your wide hips over his straining bulge.  Worried that you would pull away, disgusted at his reaction to you being to close, he was relieved when you nodded into his embrace.  Turning your face only to find that your mouth was inches away from his, you popped off tartly, “Not bad at all, Munson.” Pulling you tighter, you felt the dig of Eddie’s pelvis along the curve of your backside, as he pressed a kiss to your parted lips.  The sweet taste of cheap beer and your dewy lip stuff made him unravel.  His rings dug into the flesh of your lower belly as the kiss deepened and then he felt your fingers tugging on his hair.  Groaning low in his throat, vibrating at a lower frequency than the amplifier stacks, “You’re killing me, darling.  Killing me!” The joyous sound that bubbled out of you made Eddie’s heart sing.  You were emotionally weightless, soaring on the delicious high of Eddie’s attention, good music and cold beer.  Lingering through another group’s musical efforts found you bobbing your head in time with the tunes, humming into Eddie’s ear, “These guys are good!  They have a tape?” “I’ve got it.  It’s in the van!” Threading your fingers in his you made for the door, leading Eddie through the restless sea of bodies that packed the place.  Enjoying a deep, clean breath of fresh air once you made it outside you moved decidedly toward Eddie’s vehicle, his footsteps in line behind you.  Your hand had curled around the door’s handle, ready to pop it open, but you were stopped by Eddie. He was close enough that the tangles of his dark hair tickled your cheeks, those bedroom eyes searching yours, asking for permission.  For a long beat, neither one of you moved.  A breeze, thick with unshed rain, blew over you both carrying the muted strains of metal music your way.  One of you was going to have to break the spell; shatter this moment, but Eddie was determined not to be that guy.  You’d practically run him over in the library and, if Keith hadn’t insisted that you give him the time of day, Eddie was certain you wouldn’t have talked to him at Making Tracks.  No, if you wanted him, really and truly, then you had to come to him.  If You Wait for Eddie to Kiss You, Continue Here! If You Shoot Your Shot, and Kiss Eddie, Continue Here!

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xxv.c: Destroyer, I will not wait idol as vultures pick her life apart, to watch her diminish … and shatter … she supports me now, further than most, and for more reasons than not to do the opposite, but she persists, even through some of the resisting Wrath that gets loose here and there, she in search of gaining dominance, without knowing, has become indomitable … I idolize her and that type of progression, because only truly amazing individuals and their already jaw-dropping pursuits like hers of becoming a new and more socially capable person against all odds, are capable of building and gaining such traits in passing while accomplishing their goals in totality … it's fucking insane … especially since they never seem to know just how great they really are, I love them. So off I made my way to the danger den that she housed in, I got to the front door, lined in gold with thick large doors made of metal and marble that was white as quartz, and looked like a palace entrance. I open the large doors and walk to the elevator, the inner front desk/hall looked like it was pulled from a steampunk novel, dark oak half-walls topped with classical-looking wallpaper, lined in copper and bronze finishes and trim. With a clean expertly embroidered and designed red thick carpet over the marble flooring. I take the elevator all the way up to the top, a full 126 floors, The Douglas Building. Walk down to her door and knocked … I waited … then I heard what sounded like someone press against the door, the peephole was broken and blocked so she wasn't looking through that, then I heard her voice “h-hello? … who's there?” The fucking milkman, now let … before I could finish, the door swung open with force and speed so fast, it felt as if a small vacuum was created and sucked in all the air. She was spread all out in a pose like she was about to prepare for a tackle, one hand still on the door, her face filled with nothing but determination and concentration, then her head tilted down slightly and she hunched forewarned like she was about to compete in an Olympic sprint, I kept my eye on her face, it darkened to near black, slightly obscured, then … a red gleam came from her right eye AND ZOOM!!! She bolted at me with lightning speeds, I swear she broke the sound barrier at that moment, by the time I realized what was happening, her fist was planted about an inch in my gut, then … an Explosive Blast of air came from her fist, it sent a Shockwave that shook the hall and sent me flying at the wall, I hit the door opposite of hers and collapse to the ground in a slobbering gasp “AND THAT'S WHAT YOU FUCKING GET FOR LEAVING ME HERE FOR SO LONG!!! What the Hell is wrong with you Huh!?!?!? Do you know how much shit I went through trying to secure your entrance to The City? You know you can't just fucking walk right in, Right!?!” Tbh … it didn't really cross my mind how I was so easily allowed to walk into The City gates without any stops or hiccups, it was definitely now in retrospect because of the support of her and probably The Knight and Jester. Sorry!? *bloody cough* The fuck boot licker … you didn't have to send my gut a fucking ICBM … shit. “Like fucking hell I didn't! Where the hell have you been?” The Over Garden “The Over Garden?!? Why’d you go there?” I went to stand and catch my breath. I went to gather myself and destress from entering The City … it was a little more than overwhelming, which I wasn't expecting when I reentered … so I needed some time. “Oh … well why didn't you say anything to me? I would have loved to know that before you just up and vanished” she stepped inside of her apartment again and to the side of the door hugging it, then motioned to come inside. I walk in take my bag and set it on her countertop then unfold the top, she closes the door and says “You know … you look like someone who has spent the night outside, go use my shower; don't … ” *Out Popped Ein from my bag* “*Scream* WOAH!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?! YOU HAVE A FUCKING RACOON IN YOUR BAG” ... [To Be Continued]

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At the End of the Day

Pairing: Gender Neutral!Reader/Non-Binary Tentacle Monster (It/It’s pronouns used)

Genre: Fluff, First Times, Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Content up ahead (18+ only!), Tentacles, Slight mention of Aphrodisiacs

Word Count: 2904 Words

Summary: After an exhausting day at work, you find some unexpected comfort from under your bed

Request :Omg I love your Forest Fun fic💕 Could I req a NSFW with a tentacle monster, monster under your bed? I was thinking of a lonely reader, meeting their under the bed mate one night where they were hang their hand off the bed, hoping for a monster to hold it and love them, AND IT DOES! Tysm I love your writing!!!

You officially concluded it was a bad day when you collapsed on your bed at 12 AM, too tired to sleep and too dehydrated to cry your feelings out.

You had been on your feet for nine hours, been screamed at for three, and had barely had time to heat up a cup of ramen noodles before almost passing out from exhaustion. Not even the comfort of a screen could help, having forgotten to record the newest episode of your favorite show and having left your phone charger at home all day.

All in all, you 're having a bad time.

You sluggishly pull up your blankets, only in your underwear because putting on pajamas was too much work, and are left to look at your ceiling.

The bed is cold, not yet warmed by your body heat, and the sheets feel a little itchy. You groan, wondering if one thing, one thing, could go right today.

It’d be nice if you had someone to cuddle. Maybe a pillow would suffice, but it’s the thought of someone’s soft touch, playing with your hair, the sound of their heartbeat against your ear. Someone to massage out the stress from your back and shoulders, and remind you that everything would be alright; Whispering promises of a better tomorrow.

But that doesn’t just happen overnight.

You throw your hands over your face, groaning into your palms as you beg your mind to just let you sleep. Dragging your fingers down your cheeks, you let out a pitiful whine before you flip over to your stomach and try to find comfort that way.

You stuff your face into your pillow, one hand dangling off the side of your bed, fingers just barely brushing the carpet. You trace patterns into the fabric, wondering how nice it would feel to be wrapped in something that warm and cozy. Something big enough to envelope you whole, pinning you to the bed. Something with nice warm hands to fill yours, that will pet the back of knuckles and kiss them goodnight. Something that would travel up your wrist, hot and sensual, leaving a trail of warm ooze that-

Wait.

What the fuck.

Your hand jerks upwards, the liquid now running down your forearm glistening. You pull your face out your pillow and throw yourself to the other side of the bed, eyes racing back and forth across your room.

It’s the same as before, only moon light shining through your window and the low hum of your fan accompanying it. You take another look at your hand, streaks of slime dribbling down the sides. It’s warm, the consistency of aloe vera, and sort of smells like...vanilla?

With your heart pounding, you slowly inch over to the side of your bed, not daring to look too far over, too afraid of what you might see.

You fly backwards when the tip of something black and shiny comes up and over your sheets, tentatively tapping the side. It looks like it’s feeling around for something.

Was it looking for you?

You freeze as the tentacle reaches farther and farther up the sheets, thrashing around as you avoid it’s touch, until another one joins it in the search. You don’t move an inch, fearing any shifting of the blankets would alert the creature to your presence.

The tentacles reach about half-way across the bed, almost brushing against your toes, when they freeze. You hold a breath and watch them slowly slink back underneath, wondering if now is the time to lose your shit.

A pair of eyes-wait, no, two pairs of eyes peer up from the side, glowing yellow in the dark. Their pupils expand as they take in the darkness, darting around until they see you, curled up against the corner of your headboard.

There’s a soft churring noise, like the startup of a vacuum or the sound of birds singing. A tiny tentacle comes up, sheepishly tapping the sheets as the creature stares at you.

“....Alright?” It murmurs. It’s voice is scratchy, like it’s trying to make sounds it never has before.

“What?” Your mouth, barely making a whisper. The tentacle points to your hand, still covered in ooze.

“Smelled...sad.” The creature sniffs, slightly raising it’s head so you can see the bottom half of its face. It resembled that of a human, but the mouth extended all the way back to it’s jaw, hinged like a snake. You can see several rows of sharp teeth and the purplish tongue that comes out and wets it’s...lips? “Thought….I could help.” The tentacle draws a circle into your bed covers, the creature's eyes darting away as it’s skin flushes an even darker black; Indigos and deep violets highlight the contours of it’s face. “Don’t like it...when you are sad….”

You think you’ve lost your chance to have a breakdown, your mind already switching to numb out the wave of realizations you are going through right now. All you can focus on are the bashful look on the creature's face, the way it’s tentacles nervously tuts back and forth, and how warm your hand felt in its embrace. How nice it felt.

“Oh, uh, thank you.” You mutter, finally able to make proper words. “I appreciate it.” You unconsciously rub your thumb over the palm of your slick hand, noting how hot it still is, how it relaxes your muzzles like a warm bath.

The creature just nods, resting it’s chin on the bed.

“Feeling...better?”

You shrug. “Uh...a little bit. A good hand-hold is always nice.”

At that, the creature perks up, and you can see some more tentacles come up the bedside. They beckon you to come closer, massaging the mattress and somehow leaving no trails of their slime. The creature swallows, rubbing the back of its neck.

“...Could make you feel….really good….If you...want.”

Your eyebrow quirks, the cogs of your brain working extra slow tonight. But the way the creature flushes, the way it’s tentacles writhe so sensually, you soon start to get the picture.

A logical person might have said no. Might’ve screamed, thrown on the light, and barricaded their bedroom. Probably called the authorities, or animal control.  

But isn’t this what you’d been asking for? And they were sweet enough to pick you up when you were down. Even asked for your permission afterwards, and made a conscious effort to not make a total mess of your bed.

Maybe it’ was the nine hours of pure hell, maybe it’s the fact it’s the most physical contact you’ve had in months, but there’s a part of you that really wants to say yes.

And it’s probably the sleep deprivation that makes you actually do it.

“Yeah. I-I think I would like that.” You slowly unfurl yourself, the creature's face lighting up as you slowly crawl over to it. It’s tentacles thrash around unabashedly, some too eager to even wait for you to get closer, tickling the tops of your knees and nipping at your fingers. You giggle as one finds a ticklish spot. “What’s your name?” You whisper, falling into the soft touches of it’s tentacles as you get closer and closer to the creature’s face. It’s still flushed purple, it’s eyes racing over your body.

“Ghitir.” It croaks, taking a deep breath as your oversized night shirt slips down your shoulder, exposing your skin to it’s greedy eyes. It’s flattering, how much it wants you.

You pull down your collar even more, letting it fall past your collarbone and show just a peak of your chest. A tentacle has begun crawling up your leg, the thick ooze leaving a warm trail along the outside of your thigh, and you gently grab it. Ghitir shudders as you stroke your thumb over the tentacle, feeling the way it’s muscles push against your palm.

It’s hot breath brushes across your face as you look into its four eyes, not realizing how close you had gotten to it. Your eyes fall it’s mouth, where it’s long tongue darts out for a second.

“My name’s _____.” You punctuate the sentence with a kiss, one which Ghitir reciprocated hungrily. It’s tongue along your lips before darting into your mouth, your hands running up the back of its neck as you sink deeper into the feeling.

The tentacles have grown bolder, several now pushing past the bottoms of your pajama shorts and others going under your shirt. One slides up the center of your chest, it’s tip barely touching your nipples as the others run along your pelvis. You can feel slime drip down your behind as several caress your ass, pulling the fabric of your shorts higher and higher as they squeeze. The liquid has gotten even hotter, making your skin buzz and tingle.

All the sensations come together in a perfect tidal wave, so much so that even the rubbing of your pajamas against your crotch has you keeling into Ghitir, thrusting your hips against your mattress. Ghitir churrs, pulling it’s tongue out of your mouth to lather your jaw and neck in kisses. There’s a slight sting as you feel claws dig into your lower back, your hazy eyes glancing downwards to see Ghitir’s four, vaguely humanoid-arms, push you closer to it’s body. It pants and yanks on the shirt fabric, urging you to take it off. You do so in one quick motion, but before you let Ghitir lunge for another kiss, you yank it’s shoulders upwards and onto your bed, revealing all of its body to you.

It’s torso and arms connect to a mass of rolling tentacles, big and small, all of which latch onto you as you fall back onto the bed. Some squirm under your waistband, pushing your shorts and underwear past your crotch and down to your thighs. You shimmy your legs and kick them off your ankles, a shiver running down your spine as cold muscle presses up against your sex. Ghitir leans down into the crook of your neck, exhaling hot breath as it’s cold skin presses into your chest. Your nipples pebble and you run your hands down it’s back, nails digging into it’s clenched muscles.

Ghitir’s tentacles rub your crotch, undulating while one slinks down to your entrance. Beads of liquid smear off of it and into your skin, it’s tip just ghosting over your hole. The knot in your stomach burns hotter, your crotch thrusting upwards, trying to catch that fleeting sensation. But Ghitir is focused on covering your neck and shoulders in sloppy kisses. Sweat drops down your neck and it licks up toward your jaw, shuddering a groan from the taste.

Your head is hazy and your eyes have a hard time focusing, but you're able to feel your way to a tentacle, grabbing it by the thickest part and rubbing your thumb up it’s side. Ghitir lurches forward, it’s tongue lolling out with a shaky squeal. The tentacle teasing your entrance seizes, pressing up against the sensitive skin but not quite pushing through. You move your hand farther up the tentacle, squeezing intermittently before you reach the tip. You brush the pad of your index finger over it and a drop of slime drips down your wrist. One pair of Ghitir’s hands has moved down to your hips, it’s claws slightly pinching your skin as you press your finger down on it’s tip. It bites back a groan, rolling it’s lower half into the bed when you lick a stripe up the tentacle. It’s slime isn’t salty like human sweat, but sweet, almost like nectar.

You press your abdomen upwards, pressing kisses against the tentacle, your other hand grabbing another and half-hazardly jerking it up and down. Drool is dripping down Ghitir’s face, it’s eye’s locked onto you. You wink, erotically sticking your tongue out as you lick up, and up, and up, until just the tip rests on your bottom lip. With a tentative lick, you open your mouth wide and suck down the tentacle like a lollipop.

Ghitir’s forehead falls against yours. It’s tentacles convulse as you suck in your cheeks and move your head up and down, the tentacle in your mouth slowly stirring to action. It massages your tongue, shyly moving further and further into your mouth. Drool and Ghitir’s slime drips down your jaw as you let it slacken, the tentacle quickly hitting the back of your throat. The tip presses against your gag reflex, pulling back quickly once it hears you choke. But you give Ghitir a thumbs up, keeping a tight suction around the tentacle as it gently begins to face fuck you.

You can feel Ghitir’s hand’s shaking as it pounds your mouth, releasing more and more slime as it shudders inside your lips. You stop moving your head, letting Ghitir thrust into your mouth at it’s own pace, and reach forward and feel around for the tentacle pressed against your crotch. Your vision is dotted with black spots, but you eventually find the tip pressed so close to your entrance, pulling and urging it forward. Your eye’s shift toward Ghitir, it’s face locked onto the way you take it’s tentacle in your mouth. It’s tongue is hanging out of it’s mouth, cheeks nearly glowing with it’s bright blush, but it’s coherent enough to understand what you want.

The tentacle slithers out of your hand and presses against your soaked hole, dripping with it’s slime and your sweat. The tip finally pushes past your entrance and you can feel your eyes roll backwards as it stretches you open.

The tentacle is slightly smaller than the one in your mouth and although the pressure is relieving, it still leaves you wanting more. You jerk your hips forward, asking for it to punish your hole like it’s punishing your mouth. Ghitir nods, one of it’s hands stroking the side of your jaw as another tentacle slips inside of you, twisting with it’s twin and pressing against your walls. You moan once more, tears forming at the corners of your eyes. The sensations are overwhelming, deliciously overwhelming.

The tentacles inside your curl around each other, searching for that sensitive spot inside you. The tentacle in your mouth starts to thrust erratically, more and more slime coating the back of your throat as it begins to spasm. You clamp your lips around the base, coating it in your saliva as it nears it’s climax.

Your legs feel shaky and buzzed, your movements uncoordinated as you focus on breathing and chasing your own orgasm,The pair of Ghitir’s hands on your hips help your lower half hump against its tentacles. With a yelp and quick jolt of your body, Ghitir realizes it’s finally found the perfect spot, the one that has your toes curling and your eyes rolling backwards. The tentacle in your mouth slows down, edging itself on your tongue and your lips, but the tentacles down below pick up the pace. They pull out until only their intertwined tips remain, right before surging back inside you.

Your bed springs squeak as Ghitir continues to pound you into the mattress, it’s free pair of hands roaming and groping all unattended parts of your body as you throw your hips upward with every thrust. It pinches your nipples and lays wet kisses all down your collarbone, your chest coated in slime, saliva, and sweat. The tentacle continues to just rub itself all over the inside of your mouth, shaking as it teases itself nice and slow. Tears drip down your face as you feel the rubber band snapping, the fire in your belly about to combust. You moan around the tentacle, gurgling a couple of “Yes, yes, yes!”

Ghitir purrs as your body begins to seizing up, it’s claws digging into your pelvis as the tentacles pick up their speed. The tentacle in your mouth retracts, gushes saliva and slime falling out of your mouth. But Ghitir quickly replaces it with its tongue, petting the side of your face as you make out.

There, there, there, right there, right there- The moan you let out is almost a scream, punctuated by a strong “Oh fuck!” as hot streams of Ghitir’s cum flood your insides. The smaller tentacle spasms, squirting it’s juices all over your sweaty chest as Ghitir bites its lip with a groan. You can feel your body slacken, your chest heaving as you collapse into your sheets, leaving only tiny kisses against Ghitir’s lips. It follows you as your head sinks into your pillow, finally pulling away to let you catch your breath.

Ghitir rests its forehead against the center of your chest, its tentacles slowly slithering out of you, dripping slime all over your bed. Its chest is still alight with a purple blush, their body shaking from all of the exertion.

You find yourself stroking the side of their face, mind still fuzzy as you trace the contours of their cheekbones and enjoy the unusual texture of it’s skin. Ghitir’s four eyes peak open, just as delirious as you are.

“Thanks.” You suck in a deep breath, “That was...amazing.”

It smiles, nuzzling its cheek into your stomach, a small purr rumbling through you.

“No...problem..”

Ghitir’s tentacles lay sprawled out below you, lazily petting your calves and feet as Ghitir draws lazy circles into your stomach.

In no time at all, you fall asleep.

[unfinshedsentec]

going to a haunted house with the tr characters!!

a/n: I’m hoping this one won’t be my last Halloween thing but it just might be😭

word count: 3.2k+

characters: Mikey, Draken, Baji, Chifuyu, Mitsuya, Yuzuha, Wakasa, and you!!

tw: curing!

Mikey actually doesn’t handle haunted houses well

 Mikey in a haunted house is a horrible, horrible idea

 It was pure hell from the moment you entered the house…

 At first when you were waiting in line, Mikey was absolutely fine

 He was just sitting around with you, complaining…pretty much the usual stuff

 “It’s so colddd!! Why’d you bring me here in the cold??”, the blond boy complained

 “I’m sure being cold will be the least of your worries soon…”, you said, smirking

 “Huh…?”

 Yeahh, you were excited to see Mikey’s reaction to the haunted house, to say the least

 You had never seen your boyfriend get terrified in that way before, and it was something you really wanted to see

 Thankfully, you got what you wanted

 Because right as you walked into the house, you were given a jump scare off the bat

 And let’s just say Mikey did not handle that well…

 “WHAT IN THE MOTHER FUCKING HELL JUST HAPPENED!!!!”

 “AHHHH!!!! YOU’VE GOT TO BE SHITTING MY PANTS!!! THAT SCARED THE HELL ME!!!”

 If only he knew that was only the beginning…

 People ended up jumping out at the both of you left and right, Mikey jumping back and screaming in response

 There were even a few times where he kicked a few things, giving them a good amount of damage

 And throughout this whole thing, you were watching him, shocked, because you really didn’t expect him to react that way

 Hell, you felt bad for Mikey because he was so terrified

 In fact, he started clinging onto you, refusing to let you even move out of his arms

 “Don’t you leave me!!”, he yelled, as you tried to pull away from his iron tight grasp.

 “I just need to grab some water from the bag Mikey…”

 “Grab it later!!”

 You tried comforting him, being sure to hug him to let him know that you were there, but even that can only help so much

 It was a bad situation to say the least

 Even then, things somehow managed to get even worse…

 As you guys were walking the given path, the sound of chainsaw’s suddenly revved up, making the blonde make slightly jump

 But it was whenever he saw the chainsaw guy chasing after him, that he lost it

 He was screaming and running for his life, dragging you with him.

 He was jumping around and all

 It was like watching a cat get chased by a vacuum

 And while your boyfriends reaction would’ve been amusing to you, his pure terror made you very concerned for him

 Especially when he complained about his chest hurting

 You were truly afraid he was going to have a heart attack

 Thankfully, the chainsaw part was the last part of the house, and you were able to leave after that mess

 And after sitting down with him, giving him some water, and giving him some of his favorite foods, Mikey finally calmed down

 Although, he was still clinging to you

 At the end of the day, you ended up cuddling with Mikey for the rest of the night, and watched some super light-hearted show to hopefully lull him to sleep

 Thankfully it did, and Mikey was able to sleep and recover from the experience well

 And you vowed to never, ever take Mikey in one of those houses again

 It was way, way, way to traumatizing for him…and you were scared for his health…

Draken is a puncher…

 Draken may not have a problem with the scary movies, but when he encounters the horrifying stuff in the movies in real life, it’s a whole different story…

 Waiting in line was, as usual, fine

 He was just chilling, being his usual self, not expecting much

 In fact, he even let you stay behind him so you could hopefully feel semi-protected from the scary stuff

 Hell, he even let you grip onto him as tight as you wanted because the anticipation of what was going to happen in the house was freaking you out so much

 And you definitely did not get what you expected…

 Because as you entered the maze, an actor jump scared the both of you, and not only did Draken yell

 But he also almost punched the actor

 Thankfully he stopped himself, but still, he was freaked our

 Sweat was running down his face as he breathed rapidly to help calm himself down

 And that was only the beginning of it

 With each thing that freaked him out he would yell out pretty loudly out of shock, and punch it

 He pretty much broke everything in his path

 The poor people behind you had no jump scares at all because your boyfriend was knocking all the actors out and breaking everything

 And because of that, you weren’t scared of anything

 Well, it’s not like their was anything left that would actually scare you…they were all gone now

 But you were just amused at Draken’s reaction to everything

 “Oh dear, I didn’t know the big bad Ken Ryuuji would become so terrified of a machine”, you teased

 “Y‘know, you can go fuck yourself”, Draken said, giving you a harsh glare

 What he didn’t know about the whole time you were taking pictures and videos of the whole thing for black mail

 After all, it wasn’t like you were going to get another opportunity like this…

 So, you continued to do your thing and Draken continued shit himself

 It was a good combination in your opinion

 In the end, you both managed to make it out of the maze without getting kicked out

 Mainly because Draken was really quite, and the people that were directly behind you were probably too scared to say anything

 That and the fact that Draken wasn’t so freaked out that he was loosing his mind, so he could control himself to a certain extent

 But when things jumped right in his face, he punched them because it’s pretty much his first instinctive thing to do

 So he punched….a lot

 And Draken, was very pissed at you for taking him through the house

 He pretty much gave you the silent treatment for the rest of the night

 And he ended up telling you he would never do anything like that ever again

 It’d be over his dead body if he did

 But little did he know that you’d be taking him on a very special date next year…

 One that included the haunted house…

Baji absolutely hates them with a passion.

 Oh god, you should’ve never taken him to the haunted house.

 It was absolute hell for both him and you

 When you were waiting in line, it wasn’t so bad

 He was just being his usual cocky self

 “I can’t wait to see you loose your shit in there!! I’m totally gonna laugh my ass off the whole night!!”

 But the moment you entered the house, Baji’s cockiness went out the window and hell started

 Because the moment the man entered the house, he immediately shoved a terrified version of you in front of him

 He was practically using you as shield

 In fact, he accidentally shoved you into a few things, making you hit your head off stuff

 Not only that, but he was really loud too

 He screamed into your ear more than once…really, really loudly

 You pretty much had ringing ears from that

 But somehow, in someway, things got even worse

 As you continued to got through the house, things naturally got scary, and Baji lost his mind even more

 But at some point Baji’s defensive mode became an offensive mode

 And the male shoved you behind him and began hitting the actors

 At first it was more of quick thing where he’d do a motion similar to punching them, but would never actually hit them

 His goal was to get scary things away from the both of you

 But eventually the final straw happened

 And that final straw was when an animatronic suddenly scared the crap out of him and he reacted…

 By punching it…really hard

 As a result, the animatronic broke but, thankfully it still worked, barely though

 And your boyfriend had hurt hands

 But after he snapped that once he lost it…and started punching the actual actors, knocking them right out

 They just kept coming and he kept giving them a hard punch after punch

 Eventually security got called in, and they dragged you both out of the house

 The situation ended up becoming such a huge mess that you both got banned from the house

 But that was probably for the best…you didn’t want to experience that again and neither did Baji

 And you both agreed to never do anything like that ever again

Chifuyu is pretty much the most terrified person to ever walk into a haunted house

 Chifuyu didn’t even handle a scary movie well, let alone the haunted house

 But some members of the first division pretty much dragged the both of you to an annual haunted house thing

 And Chifuyu couldn’t say no to them

 Of course, Chifuyu put up a brave face and acted like he wasn’t freaked out by the house whatsoever

 But that brave front sure didn’t last long

 Because as he went into the haunted house, he lost his shit

 Not to mention the first jump scare, when he immediately jumped into your arms because of his pure terror

 The poor boy, every time an actor would jump right into his face he scream and lean further into your touch

 Really, you were the only one keeping him sane

 But what made the situation even worse was when you lost your shit

 You were okay at first, only jumping or flinching at really loud sounds

 But like Mikey, it was when you encountered the chainsaw guy that you lost it…

 Because he not only chased the hell out of you, practically giving you a heart attack, but he chased Chifuyu too

 Poor Chifuyu just froze when he saw the guy running towards you both, but you ran for it, and the guy followed you

 It wasn’t until you tripped and fell onto the floor that he stopped chasing you and started chasing someone else

 But by the time he stopped, you were already so freaked out that you were crying

 Thankfully, a terrified Chifuyu eventually caught back up to you, and pulled you in his arms

 And it was in his arms that you stayed for the rest of the night

 You and Chifuyu held each other and when a jump scare or actor came at you, and you screamed and cried together

 You’d hold him when he got scared, and he’d hold you

 Even after the maze, you guys refused to let each other go, still completely traumatized

 In fact, you ended up sleeping like that and it wasn’t until the next day that you and Chifuyu had calmed enough to let each other go

 In the end, the situation was a purely traumatizing situation that scared both you and Chifuyu

 Unfortunately, you also had nightmares of that chainsaw guy, and you ended up going to therapy for it…

 The situation was an overall, traumatizing, horrible, situation that was not to ever be spoken of

Mitsuya is really calm throughout the whole thing!

 Mitsuya doesn’t really go to anything that’s scary like a haunted house, mainly because of his little sisters

 But, thankfully you managed to clear his schedule on Halloween, and took him to a haunted house

 And you were really excited to see his reaction to everything…

 But, you didn’t really get what you wanted

 At first, when you were waiting in line, Mitsuya was fine, acting like he does every single day

 If anything, he was being a gentleman and bought you some nice hot chocolate because of the cold night

 But that kindness didn’t last long…

 When you actually went into the maze, you were immediately greeted with a really creepy clown actor, who scared the crap out of you

 Unfortunately when the clown scared you, you dropped your hot chocolate all over the floor, making you pretty upset

 And Mitsuya just laughed at you, purely amused

 “Wow Y/n, I didn’t know you’d get so freaked out by that!!”

 “Shut up”, you grumbled before continuing through the house

 And that’s pretty much what the whole house was like

 Mitsuya stayed pretty calm, only flinching and yelling a couple times, while you screamed at everything

 And then Mitsuya would laugh at you

 It wasn’t really a fun experience for you, mainly because you almost shat yourself

 But Mitsuya enjoyed himself

 Of course, if you got too scared, the male would comfort you and give you a sweet hug

 But any other time, he would tease the hell out of you

 And by the time you finished the house, Mitsuya was crying from laughter, you were pretty much on the verge of slapping him

 Thankfully before you lost it, Mitsuya bought you your favorite warm drink and bought you a nice warmed up cookie to make it up to you

 And you forgave him, only under the condition that he had to cuddle with you later

 Unfortunately for you, the time in the haunted house was something that stuck with you forever, as there were some pictures and Mitsuya loved teasing you about it every Halloween

 And he also told a lot of stories about that fateful night

 It was truly something that was never forgotten

Yuzuha is certainly not the Yuzuha you know in a haunted house…

 Scary things like haunted houses really aren’t Yuzuha’s thing

 She was simply, never really interested in them

 But, she was curious enough that when you asked her out on a date to a haunted house, she was eagerly said yes

 And so, you headed into the haunted house

 At first glance, Yuzuha really didn’t see what was so scary about the house

 But when she actually entered the house, her view changed immediately

 Because the moment you both walked in, someone came out and scared the crap out of both you and her

 You, were laughing at the exhilaration of the jump scare, but Yuzuha just kinda stood there shocked, before following you deeper into the haunted house

 And jump scare after jump scare really started freaking Yuzuha out

 While you where still laughing and enjoying yourself, Yuzuha’s previously silent self became no longer silent…

 And she became a whole different person

 Poor Yuzuha started to curse out everything and anything that would scare her, purely from shock and fear

 In fact, she started to unintentionally insult the actors

 She even started to laugh like a manic at everything that even semi-scared her

 It was a truly horrifying sight

 To be honest, you were pretty sure she scared most of the actors off from her laugh and the sadistic look in her eyes

 The poor girl pretty much went crazy

 But some how, everything got even worse when she started to kick the actors…

 Thankfully, she didn’t knock them out but they still got a hard kick in the face and were pretty hurt

 And at that point, security was called in and you both were dragged out of the haunted house

 You and Yuzuha both were also banned from ever coming back there again

 And so, the both of you were left with nothing to do

 “What do we do now??”, you questioned Yuzuha, who was angry at the guards for roughly dragging you both out of there

 “I don’t know”

 “Wanna get ice cream?”

 And so, the both of you went out and grabbed some good ice cream besides heading back and watching movies

 The night turned out to be great because of that

 And you both decided to never go back to a haunted house again

 In your opinion it wasn’t worth it

 Because Yuzuha became the dark version of herself that night

 And you were scared of that…

Wakasa honestly wouldn’t care until someone came up right behind

 Wakasa is a pretty calm guy in general, so these types of thing don’t really get to him

 He may flinch here and there, but that’s about it

 Not only that, but he takes pride in his calmness…so when you asked him to get behind you, he agreed without a problem

 Hell, as the both of you were making your way through the maze, he was laughing when you got scared of something

 Of course, he comforted you as well and held onto your shoulder and rubbed them in attempts to comfort you

 This, of course helped you

 But there was period when Wakasa was so focused on you, that everyone around you noticed it

 “Waka’s obsessed it’s Y/n!!!!”, Benkei said, teasing your boyfriend

 “Shut the fuck up”, Wakasa shot in response, you only laughing at the pairs now bickering

 But while that was happening, Wakasa’s attention was now on you and Benkei, and not on anything in the haunted house

 And one of the actors quickly noticed that and decided to take the opportunity they saw

 So, they went up right behind him, and tapped on his shoulder, only for Wakasa to turn around and come face-to-face with a creepy clown

 And Wakasa flipped out

 “AHHHHHH!!!!!!!”, Wakasa yelled, quickly backing away from the actor.

 The poor guy was tripping over everything as he desperately tried to get away the creepy actor

 And his screaming lasted for a good while, because the actor shocked him so much

 But when he snapped out of his terrified, shocked trance, he retaliated

 And he whacked the clown with a hard kick in the neck, effectively knocking the clown out

 Everyone else, including you, just stood there looking at the knocked out clown and the panting, stressed Wakasa

 And then the all of you continued on your normal merry ways, acting like nothing had happened at all

 Of course there were a few jump scares here and there as you continued through the house, but everything was fine

 Well…everything was fine with everyone expect Wakasa

 He just didn’t react to anything and just followed you around

 Even when you finished the maze, Wakasa decided to just take a seat and sat wide-eyed at nothing

 He was clearly traumatized…and was probably trying to absorb what happened in the house

 In fact, he ended up doing that same thing for the rest of the night and only went back to normal the next day

 After that, you pretty much decided to not go back to one of those houses again

 After-all, the place might give your boyfriend a heart attack…

 And he, agreed

 In fact, the male refused to bring it up at all

 And now, the words “haunted house” were banned in your house

//end!!