#the man is not alright! he is not okay!! :DD

[cparti-mkiki]

governmental mismanagement & emotional distress

[earth2rin]

LAST RESORT ᡣ𐭩

bakugo x fem!reader college au

2.1k words

warnings: mild cursing, slightly suggestive, alcohol use

friends not answering your calls? ubers not available? guess it’s time for your last resort.

“fuck” you slur as your screen reads that iida had not answered your phone. you called jirou, then momo, then izuku, todoroki, sero and kiri, but no answer.

you were drunk. absolutely hammered and the clock on your phone currently reads 2:37 in the morning. there were no ubers available and you were in desperate need of a ride home back to your apartment from the college frat party you and your friends decided to go to.

you originally had a DD, but ochako ended up leaving early, something about deku getting home earlier than expected from his trip in the states. you told her to go and see her man, and how she better fill you in on all the deets or else you were never going to cover for her whenever she and deku “mysteriously” disappear from functions.

so here you sat on the couch in some random fraternity house, pouting about how you had no idea of how you were gonna get home. the music was loud and your body was buzzing, all the loud conversations going on around you didn’t help brighten your mood. you were tired, and your feet hurt from the heels you were wearing. you wanted to go home. you contemplated just crashing on the couch and waking up super early to leave, but the skirt you were wearing would ride up every 5 minutes and you were sure if you slept on the couch someone would get a show when they would wake up in the morning. you also thought about walking home but for obvious reasons you decided against it, walking 7 miles in the middle of the night in a miniskirt was an absolute no!

then an idea popped into your head. you had absolutely no faith, but it was your last chance to get home before you started walking. you chewed on your lip, anxiety making you ponder if you really should go through with it, it wasn’t like you had any other choice!

biting the inside of your cheek, you wait as you hear the familiar sound of your phone ringing, hoping the call will go through. your nerves grew as the ringing had continued in your ears.

“hello?” a gruff voice answers on the other end of the line.

“bakugo! oh my god i’m surprised you answered!” you say excitedly, smile extending from ear to ear.

“the fuck are you calling me for? it’s 3 in the god damn morning” he mumbles, you bite on your lip from being chewed out at.

“listen, i’m reeeeally sorry, but i’m really drunk and i need a ride home.” you whine and the desperation in your voice makes you cringe but you really meant it.

“so fucking call some one else, don’t bother me!” he sounds angry and your eyes begin to well with tears.

“i did! but no one wants to answer me and i’m really tired and want to go home, but my feet hurt and i can’t walk home and i’m hungry and there’s no food here, and i really want to go home.” you babble as the tears start pouring and the people around you give you stares but you’re too drunk to care right now.

“alright alright i’ll come get you! jus’ quit your crying already” you manage to get out a broken and whiny ‘okay’ before he asks you to send your location hangs up

even though you know you’ll regret it in the morning, you take 3 more shots and wander out into the front yard. the grass is cool, dewy from the 3am air and the leaves in the trees sway from the light breeze. the moon is out, and you can’t help but stare, mesmerized by its beauty. you find yourself lying in the grass, staring at the sky, hoping the nauseous feeling and pounding headache would go away soon.

your eyes begin to flutter shut, but soon you hear a voice speak up.

“what are you doing on the ground?” you flutter your eyes open and there standing at your feet was bakugo katsuki.

“oh heyyy. ‘m jus a little tired” you smile.

he stares at you and sighs

“well c’mon, get your ass up and let’s get you home.” you shake your head and pout.

“don’t wanna. ‘m so comfy. i think i'll throw up if i stand.” your brows furrow as you adjust your head, turning it to your side.

he groans, dragging and his hand down his face.

“alright, c’mon, up and attem” he lifts you up, throwing you over his shoulder (making sure to cover your ass from anyone seeing your baby pink underwear) and you groan.

“oh god, you’re making me nauseous!” your cheeks bubble up, trying to hold back your barf as you see the ground move from underneath you.

rolling his eyes, he replies “oh buck up, we’re almost at my car.”

you stare for a little, speaking up to drunkenly say, “you have a nice ass” and he pinches your arm, making you squeal and giggle.

you feel him stop, and hear the sound of a car door opening. he gently puts you in the seat and squats down.

“what are you doin?” you hum, eyes closed.

“give me your foot” he mumbles.

you make a confused face to which he replies, “just give me your damn foot!” you comply, sticking out your foot and frowning for being scolded.

he gently unclasps your heels and sets them underneath your seat, repeating the motions for your other foot. he then sets your feet in the car and leans over you, buckling your seatbelt for you.

you catch a whiff of his cologne and you internally sigh, he smelt absolutely heavenly. it didn’t help that he was wearing a wifebeater and his biceps were bulging right in front of your eyes. you wanted to bite him. he was ethereal, a sight to behold, an angel in front of you. why couldn’t he like you?

closing the door, he makes his way to the driver seat and hops in, tying himself in.

“ ‘m cold” you whine, and he turns around to his backseat and grabs a blanket, placing it in your lap.

you unfold it and wrap yourself in it, secretly taking a whiff and hiding your smile in the blanket.

“thanks” you quietly say, he nods in acknowledgment.

the ride to your apartment is comfortable. the radio playing music quietly, leaving you both to your thoughts. you had known bakugo since high school. you had been close friends with deku, and you knew his infamous bully. you tried to help deku and even defended him, but all izuku would say was that it was okay and that you didn’t need to fight for him. so you let izuku handle it, next thing you know you’re all at the same college. your class had all been relatively close, almost everyone was friends. but for some reason bakugo could just not stand you. you tried to figure out why, but you never really had interactions with him so there was nothing that tipped the scale.

you decided to not let it bother you, which was hard because you unfortunately found him ridiculously attractive. you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to be friends, but you never acted upon your thoughts, settling in the belief that ignorance is bliss.

“you hungry?” you turn your head and blink.

“no ‘m okay, thanks.” you turn your head back to the window and he chuckles.

“alright but you’ll regret it in the morning.”

your eyes widen and you snap your head back to him.

“wait! i am hungry!” he rolls his eyes and says ‘okay’, pulling into a taco bell.

you feel giddy as he hands you your burrito, immediately unwrapping and chowing down on the warm heaven sent food.

“thanks!” you say with a smile and a full mouth, to which he slightly grimaces and says that you owe him one, which you decide to ignore.

shortly after, you arrive at your apartment and he parks, getting out to open your door.

“i don’t wanna go im barefoot! that means i’ll have to walk across the dirty concrete!” you whine and he tries his best not to show his frustration, but the vein popping out on his forehead says otherwise.

“c’mon, i came all this way AND bought you taco bell and you can’t even walk to the door?” you pout and he groans, tossing you over his shoulder again.

he grabs your heels and your purse, beginning his tread up the stairs.

“wait a minute, how do ya know where i live, hmm?”

he rolls his eyes, which he knows you can’t see and responds, “you had a party for ochako remember?”

you gasp and giggle, “oh yeah! and then they left early so they could fu-“

“and we’re here!” he cuts you off, digging through your purse for your keys.

once in your apartment, he asks where your bedroom is, finding the room he sets you down on your bed and puts your heels by your closet. he leaves the room, heading to your kitchen. you frown due to the lack of his company, but he returns with a glass of water and a bottle of tylenol.

“here, take this for your feet and headache.” you grab the two pills he’d taken out the bottle and swallow them, chugging the water shortly after. the tension is thick as you both stare at each other.

you get up, walk to your dresser and look through your drawers, he stands awkwardly behind you trying hard not to stare at your ass as you bend over to look for pajamas. you began stripping and before you can get your tube top over your head he blurts out.

“where’s your bathroom?” you turn your head and blink at him.

“i have an en suite, it’s the door to your left,” he nods and quickly rushes inside the room.

after changing into your pajamas you make yourself comfortable in your sheets, waiting for bakugo to exit your bathroom. your eyes begin to shut until you hear the click of the door opening.

he had assumed you’d fallen asleep and began to exit your room.

“why don’t you like me?” you mutter. he freezes, he feels like a deer caught in headlights.

“what are you talking about?” he plays dumb but you don’t falter.

“why don’t you like me?” you repeat, this time more confidently.

he swallows thickly and turns to look at you, you sit up and look at him.

“i never said i didn’t like you.” he says as if it’s a matter of fact.

“well you sure as hell make it seem like i’m the last person on earth you’d rather be with.” you chuckle bitterly, the alcohol coursing through your veins giving you the courage to say what you’ve always wondered.

“it’s a shame really, i thought we could be good friends, i find you quite charming, dashing even. i wouldn’t have minded if things went further then just being friends as well.” you sigh falling back into your sheets, snuggling into your comforter.

“that makes two of us.” he mumbles and he thinks you didn’t hear it, but you remove your blankets and make your way towards him.

“well maybe when you give up the act of thinking i’m insufferable you could give me a call, yeah?”

he’s at a loss for words, you’re standing awfully too close to him, he can feel the heat radiating off of your body and it sends shivers down his spine. he swallows, examining your face and he licks his lips.

“you're drunk, you don’t know what you’re saying” he tries to rationalize, more to himself than you.

“oh i’m perfectly aware of what i’m saying” you send him a small coy smile and he feels butterflies as you stare into his eyes.

“if i call you sometime will you go to bed already?” he takes a small step closer and you smile at him.

“anything you’d like.”

“i’ll call you then.”

you nod like a school girl, and head back to your bed.

“night.” you say as he slips through your door.

“night.”

the next morning you woke up with a horrendous headache, making your way to the kitchen for some water. a bottle of vitamin c gummies, a free pizza coupon and the blanket you had last night folded up were sitting on your counter top. on the bottle of vitamin c there was a sticky note attached.

for the hangover. call you tonight?

-k.b.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

HI HI DOVE :DD im so excited for the event!! your writings always make me kick my feet and giggle c:

so yk my undying live for the one and only jade leech ^^ (even if the bitey bastard refuses to show his face in gacha >:0) and i see [fairytale scene] fits his love for nature C:

jade and cottagecore hmmmmm 👀 well there goes my brain and my spine—

REMEMBER TO HYDRATE AND UNSHRIMP YOUR SPINE TOO DOVE :DD

Fairytale Scene; Jade Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, mutual pining, yearning

Content Warning; Some swearing

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; I don't even know how I ended up with this, but it's cute! Hopefully, this makes up for the bitey bastard refusing to come home!

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You felt like you were living in a dream, a picture-perfect dream that only existed in fairytales. How else could you have ended up alone in a quaint cottage on the edge of the sea with Jade Leech; the man that had captured your heart since day one? And despite Floyd and Azul basically making the two of you pack up your bags for a week-long vacation with the crush that you swore was secret — as you hadn’t uttered a word to anybody — you found yourself and Jade alone with just each other for an entire seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours, ten thousand and eighty minutes, alone. Scratch that, maybe not a dream, this seemed more like a plot of some cheesy rom-com where both of the characters confessed their love to each other on the beach. But there was no chance that Jade, the Jade Leech would do that… right?

“You seem distracted, Prefect.”

You jumped and hit your head against the hanging flower bed since the two of you were doing some sprucing up in the garden. You were fine, but your clumsiness sent a pot crashing to the ground, leaving you more embarrassed than anything. “Nope! Perfectly fine!” But the rise in octave betrayed you.

If it were anyone else, Jade would have found it amusing, which he still did, but instead of just chuckling at your misfortune, he helped you get out from under the flower bed, and made sure that you weren’t hurt. “Hmm, are you alright, my dear,” he hummed, looking you over for any cuts.

I’m not okay, no, especially with you looking at me like that and calling me dear. I think I’m going to have a stroke here. “Yeah! Just my own clumsiness is all—” you stopped mid-sentence, and stared at Jade. 

The mid-afternoon sun cast him in a warm light, turning his eyes into a glowing gold, and highlighting the olive of his right eye. The ocean glittered behind him. He had a few leaves stuck in his hair, and some dirt on his face, so unlike his clean and refined state that you usually saw him in. And the look he was giving you… it was so soft, so full of worry, concern, and love. 

Perhaps you had hit your head hard enough to give yourself a concussion, with your luck it was more likely than your feelings being reciprocated. 

And Jade’s staring at you was not helping the manner, he was looking you straight in the eye, and you couldn’t look away for some reason. You two hadn’t even been here for a full day yet! How could you expect to survive an entire week of this?!

You weren’t, that was the entire reason the both of you were here. Azul had grown tired of seeing Jade get distracted on the job, and Floyd was getting bored of seeing the two of you do nothing. But you and Jade didn’t need to know that, even if the mer-eel knew what Azul was plotting with this ‘vacation’. This was all a set-up for the two of you to confess, and what a fine set-up it was.

“You need to be more careful,” Jade breathed out, finally putting his concern at ease when he couldn’t find anything wrong. 

There he was, giving you that look again. “Uhhhh, okay,” you said eloquently. Who could blame you really? 

Jade chuckled softly as he helped you up, brushing some dirt off your shoulders. And before you knew it, you were rubbing off the smudge of dirt that was on his cheek, and he froze, looking at you with a curious look.

Shit, did I cross his boundaries? SHIT-

“You are full of surprises,” he murmured, taking the hand you used to smudge the dirt off his face into his, before placing a kiss on your earth-stained knuckles. A week alone, that’s rather unfair of you Azul, but no need to worry, I shall use it to my advantage. And he then placed a kiss to where you had bumped your head. “Hopefully that speeds up the healing process, my dear.”This is a dream, a fairytale scene. This can’t be actually happening… right? But the lingering sensation of his lips on your cheeks was very much, not a dream.

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[mysumeow]

All those thoughts were about you ⊱☆⊰

summary: Innocent Kabukimono approaches you to ask some personal questions about the reactions his body has when he's close to you.

2.1k words

warnings: 10% fluff, 90% pwp smut. afab genitals, gn pronouns. piv unprotected sex, oral sex (giving), some titplay?

a/n: oh, for those that don't remember, kabukimono was scaramouche's/wanderer's identity before he became part of the fatui. no sight of the scara nsfw alphabet, nor of part three of that tighnari smut, BUT i reeeeaally needed to get this out of my head kjsadfhskjhfdsaj this was inspired by an asortment of @kabukibun brainrots n stuff :DD hope that's okay <3

You couldn't help but stare at him after those words left his mouth.

Well, you couldn't get angry at him; he was curious. However...

"I think it would be best if you asked that type of stuff to Niwa or other men you feel comfortable with."

"I only feel comfortable with you," he retaliated without second thought. His hands grabbed your arms as he looked at you with those soft, pleading eyes. "I feel safe when I'm with you,"

His cute face and helpless expression made it hard for you to say no.

Feeling yourself quite awkward, with a low voice, you leaned in closer to his ear to whisper, "The body has its needs. Sometimes it'll have those types of reactions, and they're normal. Everybody has them."

"Even you?"

"I—not the exact same, since I have other body parts."

"I feel this way whenever I'm close to you. Is that bad?"

You covered his mouth with both hands.

"Don't say that stuff just like that!" you sighed and calmed down. You pinched the bridge of your nose, not knowing how to proceed with that information. "Kabuki, don't say that when you're around other people, okay?"

He looked at you attentively, his whole focus on you, and he nodded.

"But you didn't answer my question." even though he himself felt bashful, he took a step forward to hold your hand. "Is it alright if I feel this way about you?"

Once again, you didn't know how to take this information.

Yes, you've grown fond of this eccentric young man Katsuragi found in Shakkei Pavilion. His sudden appearance was unpredictable and shrouded in mystery, but you couldn't help but dote on him ever since he arrived.

"It's not...bad."

His expression lightened up once you said so.

"So, it's okay if we hold each other like lovers do?" before you could ask him anything, he beat you to it. "I've seen other Inazumans hold hands, hug, and kiss each other. I... would like to feel those things with you,"

Well, this evolved into something you weren't expecting.

His other hand held yours, and he leaned in closer to kiss you.

His touch was gentle; he was afraid of pushing too much. His kiss barely lasted a second, and his cheeks flushed pink.

It was adorable. You couldn't help but stifle a giggle. Kabukimono smiled at your reaction, giddy at the sight of your delighted face.

Driven by those positive emotions, he went in and kissed you again, and even though it was clumsy, you were patient with him.

"You have to do it like this, be gentle" you held his cheek, angled your head, and your lips met his. You felt him melt into your touch, leaning closer to your body as his hands made their way to clutch your back.

The kiss was sweet and modest, and you somehow still managed to get a soft mewl out of him.

You were about to pull away to check if he was okay, but he didn't budge. His firm arms grasped at you, not relenting. To your surprise, you felt him open his mouth a bit.

"Hey, don't you think you're going too fast?" you inquired once he weakened his grip.

"You think so?" he blushed so hard that the tips of his ears and neck were pink too. "It just...felt very nice,"

"Kabuki..." you grabbed his shoulders and massaged them a little. He was tense. "I just opine you're not ready for that level of—"

"I am," he interjected, confident in himself. "I'm not as innocent as everyone thinks I am," he ended with a pout.

"And what makes you think that?"

"I..." he closed his eyes and shoved his hands between his legs, as if hiding them. "Once, I sneaked into Niwa's office and found some erotic books,"

Before you could reprimand Niwa in your head for not finding a better place to hide that stuff, Kabukimono continued, "I saw a lot of things, and at night, I couldn't shake those thoughts away. Oh, and every single one of those thoughts was about you..."

He confessed everything as if he were being interrogated by a detective on a serious case.

Your initial irritation towards Niwa dissipated at your observation; you couldn't help but chuckle again.

"Why are you laughing?" he pouted again. "It's true,"

"I don't doubt it. You're too honest," you smiled again and stroked his head. "I understand. If you feel comfortable doing those things with me, I'm not going to stop you," 

As soon as those words left you, you could swear you saw his eyes sparkling with excitement. Not a second later, he hugged you and attempted to kiss you like you taught him a few minutes ago.

Your breath hitched when you felt his hard on press against your abdomen when he hugged you. In his rush to hold you, he was so eager that he ended up pushing you against your bed by accident.

"Ah—Kabuki, I told you to be gentle," you tried to say between his excited kisses.

He mumbled an apology and went right back to press his lips against yours, his arms secured around your waist. You wrapped your own around his shoulders and allowed him to do as he pleased, arousal beginning to seep into your body with each experimental and curious touch he bestowed on you.

"You’re soft," he moaned in bliss, his tongue sliding on your bottom lip, mind gone. "Your lips, your body. I’m addicted,"

You underestimated how ardent his need for you was. You would’ve never guessed that a storm had been brewing inside of him since, god knows when.

You began undressing him from the outer layers of his clothes. Without pulling away from your mouth, he caught on to what you were doing and gave you a hand to speed up the process. Once those outer layers were gone, he moved on to your clothes, undoing first the much simpler sash around your torso.

The upper half of your yukata split open to your sides; the sight of your bare shoulders and chest made him stop dead in his tracks, pupils dilating.

"Is…it okay if I touch?"

You nodded and sat there, waiting for him.

You half anticipated his hands to start on your arms or collarbone; he went straight to your tits. Had you noticed where he was looking when he asked if it was alright for him to touch you, you would’ve known he was talking about your chest. Of course, you didn’t have any complaints. His hands were warm and careful at first.

He swallowed hard; his hands were trembling a bit as he began squeezing more. You felt comfortable with how he touched you, so you didn’t stop him. His thumbs brushed against your nipples, growing excited as he saw how they hardened under his caress.

"Ah!" you covered your mouth when he pinched your nipple a bit hard. It didn’t hurt, but it caught you off guard.

He opened his mouth to apologize, but you shook your head and placed your hands on top of his, indicating he could keep going.

After some more squeezing, he dipped his head closer to your chest. He stuck his tongue out, pressing it flat against your nipple before enveloping it with his mouth. He began suckling, remembering your reaction earlier to how rough he was without meaning to.

You closed your eyes and sighed in satisfaction. Your hand went to stroke his hair, and he hummed pleased. Amidst the delight, he didn’t notice himself beginning to suck harder, his other hand massaging the one left unattended. He pulled away a little bit, still not letting go of your nipple, and released it with an obscene sound. He went right back in, suckling with such enjoyment, his drool already rolling down your tit.

You tried to move; you wanted to please him too, but he wouldn’t allow you to. He kept hugging your body, holding you down on your mattress. He pulled his head away again, and a thin thread of his saliva clung to your now overstimulated nipple. He shifted to your other boob and repeated his actions on it.

"Kabuki."

He merely hummed to acknowledge he heard you; he moaned every now and then while he busied himself with your chest.

You had to push his head away; otherwise, he wouldn’t yield.

"Nnnoo! I wasn’t done yet," he whined, trying to latch on again.

"Kabuki, we still need to take care of this," you said, pressing your hand on his obvious erection.

"Nnngh!" he bit his lip and closed his eyes.

You both sat right up again, and he helped you lower his pants and discard them.

The tip was flushed red, and a generous amount of precum leaked from the slit. You pumped him a couple of times, and the pre would just keep coming out. He was unbelievably sensitive, even more so to your touch.

"Y—You don’t have to do that," he was embarrassed once he figured out what your next moves were.

"But I want to." you grasped him and licked the head. You gathered his precum with the tip of your tongue, sliding it on his slit. His body jolted with each minimum movement you made; he didn’t know where to place his hands.

"O-oh!" he gasped when you engulfed his dick, your nose almost touching his lower abdomen. When he felt his tip touch the back of your throat, he doubled over and almost came. It was too much stimulation for his oversensitive body, and it was no surprise if you took into consideration that this was his first time. "Wait!"

He pushed you away, his chest heaving.

"I…I was about to..." he fidgeted with his fingers. "Something was about to come out,"

"I don’t mind," you reassured him.

"But!" he stopped you. "I want to—uhm…put it in?"

You stared at him.

"Since when are you so bold?"

You knew that if he was about to cum just by having him inside of your mouth, the moment you sunk down his cock, he wouldn’t stand a minute without cumming.

"Please?" he hugged your arm and stared back at you with puppy eyes.

As eager as he was from the start, he laid down on the bed and brought you with him, your body on his.

Kabukimono followed your every move while you aligned his cock with your pussy, the head splitting your lower lips, and his breath hitched.

You noticed him fumbling with his hands, which you grasped and placed on your hips.

With eyes wide and bright, he glanced up at you once more, and you nodded.

He opened his mouth with a silent gasp as you sunk down on him, his dick splitting between your slicked walls. You could feel him twitch with every movement you made, and his chest began heaving hard again.

He couldn't hold his whimpers anymore.

"Stick your tongue out," you ordered him, and he followed obediently. Once he did, you leaned down to slip your tongue against his, and Kabukimono panted with each bounce of your body. He lost control of the volume of his voice.

"Ah—ah," he panted, more saliva dribbling from his mouth when you sped up your pace. Even though it was fast, he was enduring more than what you gave him credit for.

Without warning, he tucked his arms under yours and brought your torso down to his, tightly holding you there as he planted his feet on the bed and took the task of bringing you both to climax. The angle provided your clit with enough stimulation for you to edge closer to that sweet orgasm.

"Something's going...gonna..."

You rested your head against his shoulder and moved to meet his thrusts, ready for what was about to come. 

He almost squeezed the air out of your lungs with how hard he clung to you, pumping inside of you with each thick spurt of his cum. 

Exhausted, you both lay there in each other's embrace, catching your breath. At some point, Kabukimono nuzzled his face into your cheek, humming in delight.

"... I'm sorry if I was too rough. I don't know what came over me; I was unable to control myself," genuine worry showed in his eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I'm good, don't worry," you placed a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. "Let's go take a bath,"

He whined and shook his head, burying his face in your neck again. "I'm not ready to let go yet."

"Kabuki," you sighed. "We can bathe together, you can cling to me for the rest of the night, but let's go,"

After some silence, he hesitated before loosening his hold. 

"Oh, wait," he gripped your hand before you left the bed. "I... I love you," he confessed, although it was quite clear from the start that he did. 

Regardless, you matched the tender expression in his eyes and admitted your own sincere feelings to him as well.

[kairiscorner]

hihiii pookie :DD!!

tw// mentions of depression

i'm wondering if you could maybe write a comfort fic about miles 42 with a reader who hates asking for help even when theyre clearly suffering in silence because they were taught to just 'suck it up' and deal with it alone as a kid?

you dont have to write this if you dont feel comfortable with it <33

Thank you pooks :33!!

hi pooks @jrrantss <:DD oh man, okay so i was kind of that kid back then too (though i was a big crybaby) it's like the adults around me didn't fully comprehend why i was feeling the way i was, so in response to that, they basically condemned crying at home or in front of them. i'm sorry if you went through something similar or, hopefully not, something worse ;-; i hope this provides you some comfort, and in a way, might also let you know you aren't the only one going through stuff like this. i'm here for you pookie, all the time <:)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

you can be honest with me. – miles 42 x reader (angst + comfort)

nothing went your way this week, hell, you couldn't even remember a week in your life when anything felt right, when you didn't feel that you were holding yourself back from letting go of everything that felt wrong, awful, and just... painful. you were too good at keeping secrets, too good at lying about how you really felt; and that was something you hated about yourself, how you found lying as your first nature, not your second. you lied to people when they'd ask you if you were doing okay, if your day was going alright–you always gave them the answers they want to hear, that you were fine, that nothing was wrong.

but when everything just comes crumbling down, and the cracks in your facade begin to show and become more obvious... you get more and more defensive, more and more angry, more and more... scared and worried about these feelings that are hurling themselves at you so quickly that you can't even begin to understand why they're affecting you so badly–why people can see the bare you now if you just turn your face to look at them or open your mouth to speak; and your boyfriend was the first person to see you this way, vulnerable, yet trying all you can to avoid that vulnerability while you're crumbling down.

"hey," miles calls out to you in a soft voice as he sees your back turned to him as you kept working on your assignments, hunched over at your desk with your brows furrowed together and your lips curved into a scowl. you had been avoiding him for a few days now–at least he thinks you might be avoiding him–and have acted very distant, very... out of it recently. you didn't turn your head around to face him, which prompted him to continue talking, hopefully so you could find a reason to face him and his worried eyes. "you've, um... you've been busy lately." "uh-huh." you hummed as you tapped the end of your pencil against your desk impatiently, racking your brain for the answer to the questions written down that all seemed to blur together as the shittiness of the previous days just irritated you even more, and the worst part was... you couldn't hide the fact you can't mask ot anymore.

miles' face contorted as he got more and more worried about you, not knowing why you were acting starkly different than the usual you, or the only you he was familiar with. he extended his hand out to you as he walked over, looking at your cluttered up papers on your desk and the smudged up marks on the paper from your erasures. "...is something wr–" "everything's fine, i'm fine, i'm just peachy!" "you don't sound very convincing." he said, his voice returning to his nonchalant, cool tone as he took a small glimpse at your face before you turned away from his field of vision.

he sat in the chair next to you and wrapped his arm around you in an effort to comfort you. "cielo, sonething's up with you. are you... are you sure you don't wanna let me help?" he asked you with a soft voice, hoping he didn't overstep any boundaries as you slowly turned your head to show him a bit of your face. there were tears in your eyes, though you didn't dare let miles see them fall down your face; there was a sob stuck in your throat, but you didn't dare let miles hear it escape your lips. you had been there before, being severely troubled for more things than just homework–but never had you been advised to do anything than the age old phrases you've heard all your life as a kid: 'get over it.'

you took in a deep breath and tried to tell him what those words you've exhausted yourself from saying all the damn time–that you don't need any help, that you've got this, that you're okay... but your body's betraying you right now. it's betraying you for turning your back on your own feelings, but that... was never your fault, never. as you let out the breath you've been holding in, the hot tears came streaking down the ends of your eyes, your scowl morphing into a sad frown as you felt yourself slowly come undone and all the raging thoughts in your mind boiled down into one thought right then and there: 'fuck no, i am far from okay'.

you had one tear come down, then two, then... a whole waterfall of tears came pouring down your eyes as you finally released that sob you had been desperately keeping in. you had released it out into the air as it mingled with miles' shushing and gentle whispers as he held you while you leaned against him, wailing as you tried telling him how nothing had been right lately. you choked out in broken cries how you desperately wanted a way out of everything horrible that's been happening but you didn't want anyone else to be bothered by your 'stupid, insignificant problems'.

"i just... want to be okay... but i can't even pretend to be okay for at least one damn day." "please, stop pretending, mi vida. it's hurting me how you... how you think it's strength to rake up everything by yourself... when you clearly need help." miles said with a cracked voice as he felt himself choke up at your melancholic state. you cried even more out of guilt that you saddened miles, but he kissed your forehead, cheek–your whole face as he murmured words of reassurance, of love, to you to calm you down and comfort you. "you're not alone, not anymore... i don't care if some idiots in your life want you to deal with alone, never to bother them–you're never a bother to me, got that?" he mutters to you as he holds you close, letting you sob into his shoulder, your sobs getting louder and louder all the while. he shushes you and rubs your back gently, kissing your wet cheeks as he keeps reminding you that no matter what you're going through, what problems you're having, he's always going to be there for you–be the help you'll need, one way or another.

"please, don't be scared, mi vida... you can be honest with me. i promised to love you with all my heart, protect you, and... always be the help you'll need."

he whispered to you as he looked into your eyes and gently wiped your tears away and leaned his forehead against yours, hoping you would be more lenient, more understanding towards yourself and your own needs; and that you wouldn't hesitate to ask him for help. because even if you don't ask him to, he'll be there to help you, be there to guide you, be there to comfort you the best he can. because he loves you, and knows you deserve more than what you think you deserve, that you deserve... the best of the best, and nothing less.

tags !! @ii01vq @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy @k4tsu3 @solecitoszn @toneystank-3000 @fiannee @popeheywardssecretgf @lovefrominaya @onginlove @meowmoraless @q2ie @zalayni @anikaluv @conitagray

[sungbeam]

𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝

nonidol!eric sohn x f!reader

1.7k words, YO! SUGGESTIVE, college au, kissing, swearing, mentions of drinking, the bra comes off but nothing explicit (uh minors... DNI), his shirt comes off, barely proofread bc i wrote this on impulse and tis late for me

a/n: i let my impulsive and intrusive thoughts win.

Hands—his hands were everywhere. Anywhere he could fit his palms, his fingers against and into—every curve and crevice would not be leaving untouched. He burned his prints into your skin, signed his name with his lips, tongue, voice.

"This okay?" He murmured against the column of your throat. He could probably feel the way your pulse raced at his touch as you arched yourself into him.

Your breath hitched, his lips pressing feather-light kisses, his fingertips dancing along the bottom hem of your shirt. "More—more than okay," you exhaled, tangling your fingers in his hair.

He gave a groan of approval from the hollow of your throat, then swiftly moved back up to capture your lips for himself and steal your breath away.

(before.)

"Yn." At the feeling of a nudge to your side, you turned to your friend Jisung whose face was fitted with the widest, shit-eating grin. "You know that guy's been checking you out all night, right?"

He inclined his head toward your 4 o'clock, and you curiously followed his gaze to see what he was talking about.

You caught sight of him across the room—red ball cap, white dress shirt with nearly half the buttons undone, exposing the smooth skin beneath and the chain hanging from his collar. He nodded at you, tongue poking the inside of his cheek as he smiled.

Your heart went and did a row of cartwheels.

You and Jisung had come with a group of friends to this one party tonight. There were no expectations, really, only that you had all Rock-Paper-Scissored and Felix was forced to DD. Jisung and you had lost the others pretty fast, but you hadn't minded the bit of one on one time you got with him. (You liked to claim you didn't have favorites, but Han Jisung was a little difficult to not love.)

"You know him?" Jisung asked you after draining whatever was left in his plastic cup. He gave a grimace at the burn down the back of his throat.

"Uhm yeah, actually." You smiled, lifting a brow. "Eric Sohn. Plays shortstop for the uni baseball team." Yeah, you knew him, alright. You never missed a baseball game, even since high school, and that tradition had yet to stop in college. Sometimes, you would even go with your other friend Seungmin, if he had time. It was something that reminded you a lot of life in your hometown, where all your closest friends would hit the neighborhood field to play a round or two. Of course, constantly being in the stands meant that someone was bound to notice your presence.

Maybe he'd finally figured out you weren't there for anyone in particular.

A crease formed between Jisung's brows. "What the fuck's a shortstop?—You know what? I don't need to know," he said with a shake of his head. He turned his body toward you, extending his hand, "Dude's coming this way, so I won't step on your toes."

You passed Jisung an incredulous look, but clasped his hand with yours. "Just say you don't wanna cockblock me, Ji."

He laughed. "Hey, you said it this time, not me! Use protection, my friend," he teased, patting you on the shoulder before taking his leave and melding with the crowd.

You rolled his eyes, but your heart still thundered in your chest. Jisung said Eric was on his way over to you, and you were a little nervous to turn around and look—

"I've kind of been wondering about something."

Here he is. You whirled around and came face to face with the man in question. From up close, his jawline was even sharper than it looked from all the way up in the bleachers, his hands veiny all the way down his forearms. And his shirt seemed to be hanging on just enough to leave something for the imagination, but you were sure your imagination would be pretty on the nose anyway. His smile was even prettier this close and there was something boyish about its edge that threw you for a loop. He braced an arm against the wall next to you, and you saw the glint of his silver watch and the rings adorning his fingers.

"And what would you be wondering?" You prompted with a small tilt of your head.

"What's a girl as pretty as you doing alone all the time?" He asked. "I've been racking my brain for an explanation, and none of my teammates say they know you."

"Maybe I'm just looking for a good time," you replied airily, leaning toward him slightly. Then it came to you, the replays of him on the field, the way he so effortlessly caught your attention like he turned double plays. "And someone who knows what he's doing, I suppose."

His smile widened a sliver, following your lead. "And what can I do to prove to you that I do?"

You could smell the expensive, but subtle cologne lingering on his skin and clothes over the smell of the party around you. Your eyes darted down to his lips and you saw him do the same to you. "Come a little closer and find out."

(now.)

He was addicted to the taste of you—couldn't stop and didn't plan to stop until he traced every inch of you with his mouth. Eric had lost his cap at some point between meeting you and getting you alone in this room. It was dark, it was hot—you were hot. Your skin was on fire, there was sweat dripping down the back of your neck. Your hands were in his hair, but he wanted them on his body, in his pants, and still in his hair.

You gave a tug as he pressed his tongue into your mouth, a pretty whine coaxed from you. God, you were so pretty. So pretty and perfect and—he couldn't believe you were single.

His nose slotted against yours, his knee sliding between your thighs and keeping your knees from buckling. He kept you up by his own strength and the wall behind you.

You broke for air and he dove for your neck. "Eric," you managed to say between breaths, the top of his head tickling the bottom of your chin.

He hummed, hands squeezing your sides. "I'm gonna stick my hands under your shirt," he rasped when he pulled back to look you in the eyes, a silent question of permission.

"Be my guest."

"You're cute," he chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.

You smiled. "I can say the same about you." You reached for his face with both of your hands, feeling goosebumps rise on your skin as his hands inched up under your shirt. "Now let me eat you up, Eric Sohn."

You could taste his laugh on your tongue. "Mmh—fuck, I like the—the sound of that."

And you were all too soon consumed and suffocating on him again, choking on the feel of muscle beneath your hands that moved to grip his shoulders; ascending, as he pressed himself against you, until no air existed between your bodies. Your mind was blank, all that laid upon your tongue was his and his name.

Eric, Eric, Eric…

"Can I take your shirt off?" You asked between kisses, catching his bottom lip between your teeth for a spell.

His forehead rested against yours, noses slotted beside each other. He braced an arm against the wall by your head while the other wrapped around your waist. "Oh my god, please."

Lazily, he kissed you again, and he somehow made your toes curl even more.

He would turn his eyes downward to watch your fingers slide each button out of its slit, the curtains of his white shirt slowly falling open. And he would find your lips again, one kiss rewarded for each buttoned freed.

Eric shrugged the garment off and it fluttered to the floor. With your eyes adjusted to the dark and the minimal light streaming in from beneath the door, you could trace the hard lines of his arms and stomach. Line by line.

"You're beautiful," you blurted out suddenly. Inwardly, you winced; dear god, you hoped you didn't just kill the mood.

Instead, though, he giggled. No one had ever called him beautiful before, at least, not to his face. Eric cupped the back of his neck with boyish glee, then moved to hold your cheek. "I'm gonna kiss you for that."

That was so fine by you.

He made good on his word and dove for your mouth, expertly catching the back of your head with his hand for cushion against the wall. And if you hadn't had the wall for support, you were certain the force of his kiss would have you bending over backwards.

Your fingers dug into his arms for good measure. Heat pooled in your belly, a fire that kept you fueled and was fanned by Eric-motherfucking-Sohn.

He groaned into your mouth, an awfully delicious sound. "Bra clasp? Wanna feel you, baby."

As everything seemed to be, permission was granted immediately.

His fingers flew up your shirt again and cupped you through your bra. You felt him wrap around your body, nimbly flicking at the clasp—

There was a hurried and loud knock on the door, and you both jolted in surprise.

"Occupied!" Eric barked, hands stilling over the place where your strapless bra had been two seconds ago.

"Eric? It's Kevin! It's an emergency." Someone's voice—Kevin's—echoed through the locked door. He didn't even bother to jiggle the handle.

You saw a muscle feather in his jaw, and he carded a hand through his damp, dark hair. Conflict flickered in his eyes, from you, to the door. "One minute, hyung."

You heard footsteps retreat from outside.

Eric leaned down and scooped up your bra and his shirt from the floor, handing you your garment with a sigh. "Sorry for cutting this short," he murmured, cupping the back of your head affectionately.

Your smile was easy, and you swiftly reset your clothes and hair. "Don't worry about it. It sounds important."

"If it's Kevin, then it probably is," he agreed. He'd finished buttoning up his shirt halfway.

When you reached for the doorknob, Eric spun you back around towards him and swooped in for a kiss that made your head spin around. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip, a last taste for now. "I'm not done with you yet, though, Yn."

You bit back your grin. "I was betting on that, Sohn."

read the sequel here!

tbz m.list

[jayden-killer]

Heyaaa! Saw your requests were open, is it alright if I ask for moon knight with a reader who overworked themselves and sort of just collapsed? It's okay if not thankuuu <3

REASSURING WORDS.

Moonknight boys x gender neutral reader.

Omfg this is my first request IM SO HAPPY thank you so much for requesting and i hope you will like it!<33 Remember you can request at the top of my profile button, 'Ask me anything!'. :DD

☆

You know when work is so much, but like so much, and you don’t have a moment of peace? That. The workload I had accumulated in the days before was impressive, and I was almost amazed at the work I had to do. Eating seemed like a waste of time, drinking seemed like a waste of time... And if I needed to fulfill my duties, I had to do it without unnecessary breaks or interruptions. That’s why I warned my three boyfriends, Jake, Marc and Steven, not to worry about my sudden disappearance. ''Don’t worry, I just have a lot of work to do.' Xxx :)))' Something told me they would worry. They would understand, right?

Everything seemed so.. Complicated. Maybe, I should have continued. But the concentration began to disappear and slowly my eyes closed, and the breath regularized. Leaning my head on the wooden desk I closed my eyes, succumbing to the sleep so rejected.

«Love? Are you awake?»

A voice as sweet as honey brought me back to reality. I felt a sweet shake of my body, waking up from that 'nap' I had promised myself to have. And, in an instant, I found the hazel eyes that I loved so much about Steven. He smiled at me. «Love, I see that you’ve collapsed. What... What’s going on?» he asked me in a concerned tone.

Rubbing my eyes, I checked the time. 7.39 fucking pm. The last time I checked the time was 4.11 pm. Man, that nap took longer than I expected.

«It’s okay, Steven. The job’s just a lot, but I’ll be fine.»

He sighed loudly, fidgeting with his fingers. «Lovie, I know you have a lot to do. Believe me, I appreciate how much you try, but...It's dangerous for your health.»

«Hey, it's okay. I-I think...»

«You’re trying harder than you should.»

Steven’s sweet tone changed to a harsher one, yet concerned. Even his eyes changed from sweet to almost expressionless.

Marc. It could only be him.

«Hello to you too, Marc. And no, I’m sure I’m not putting my health at risk. I’d stop in time otherwise."

He made a mocking noise. «I, no, we know your habits very well. And we all know that you would risk your health for something as trivial as...this.» He pointed rather angrily at the work table, filled with papers to fill in and the computer, which had an open document not yet complete.

«Marc...»

Marc tilted his head to the side and stared at the computer screen. I turned to look where he was looking and thought he was seeing Jake’s reflection there. Suspicions were confirmed when he rested on the mental conversation he was having with the latter. «They're are not well! I can see that well, I am not stupid yet, man.»He Inhaled and shook his head, pinching his nose. «All right. Try talking to them, since you know what to do every time."

And here his facial features harden more than before, shifting to an expression of pure anger. Now Jake crossed his arms, but there was a half-smile on his face. «Florecito, Steven, Marc and I believe you should rest properly. So whether you want it or not, we will drag you into bed and let you relax. ¿Has entendido?»

Maybe I didn’t deserve them. I didn’t deserve how they paid me so much attention so easily, like it was the most normal thing in the world. I had always put work above everything else, risking losing even important hours of sleep for the previous day. Jake took me gently by the arm, so I got up from the chair and looked him right in the eyes. I could feel Steven and Marc behind those eyes.

«You’re right. I’m not gonna finish this without resting and eating at least.» I showed him a smile, and he smiled back, tracing the index finger on my forearm. «It’s my fault, florecito. Ah, ¡callense! Steven and Marc say that it’s not that I have to take all the credit.» I laughed at seeing my three guys fighting each other.«It’s thanks to all three of you that I’ll be better by tomorrow.» I left a kiss on Jake’s lips gently, and he took me by the hips, bringing me more to himself, adjusting his hair dishevelled.

«Ah, I’d be lost without your help, guys!»

[reggies-eyeliner]

THE CLASSIC MATCHUP - @br4inr0tx

THE "MAYBE I JUST WANNA BE YOURS" COUPLE

#now playing ... just like heaven by the cure!

pavitr prabhakar hadn't walked into your life, he tripped over his feet and apologized once, taught you a handshake, complimented your outfit, talked about his day, asked about yours, and then left the room with a small wave. you had seen him around the spider society for quite some time, but you'd never really gotten the chance to talk to him-- if anything, you only really knew him from hobie. over time, you, hobie, and pavitr became a trio that took down villains, jammed out to songs, went on late night walks and had impromptu sleepovers together.

truthfully, pavitr had wanted to talk to you for quite some time, but being friends with hobie made it pretty easy for him to find you. the two of you got off to an abrupt start, but eventually things became much simpler. he doesn't mind that your wardrobe consist of mostly black (because, hey, he has a ton of friends like that, it's the spider society) and doesn't mind your rash comments either.

it's also important to recognize that pavitr isn't a naive or simply innocent spiderman, he's still hardworking and cares deeply for the people around him. pavitr is willing to stay by your side even through the roughest patches, and when you're having a bad day, he'll gently ask you if you need a moment for yourself or if you're in more need of comfort.

he definitely doesn't mind your one-liner comments or behavior tha you think is rude, he makes his own sarcastic comments on the daily, so he's actually pretty relieved that he can say them out loud with someone else! pavitr also definitely is alright with you being quiet from time to time, or if you simply need a few hours for yourself. he won't pry or beg you to hang out with him, and he'll instead ask you when you're free to chat with him or just want to go out somewhere !! when it comes to cuddling and overall love languages, this man goes ALL out-- from handshakes to hugs or embraces that make you feel like you're six years old coming home from school again, he will make sure that you feel cherished in every circumstance.

in regards to your spidersona (which is. SO cool by the way!!), whenever the venom causes them to go into a rage, pavitr remains patient. he won't loudly try to coax them into calming down or push them to suppress their emotions, and will instead just guide them through it, adding in a joke or two to remind them that it's okay to feel that way. after one of those rages and things go back smoothly, he'll definitely treat them like royalty and bring them sketchbooks, colored pencils, new headphones, blankets, tea, the whole package.

RANDOMIZED TROPE:

" patching up wounds "

pavitr realizes that he truly loves you when you feel like you're at your most vulnerable: he loves you when you want to take on the world, and he loves you when you want to stay in bed all day, and he'll continue to love you even when you feel as though it's difficult to do so for yourself. he'll let you talk about your day and will patch up your wounds from battle while playing that mixtape you made. he'll literally buy you guys matching pajamas to motivate you to go to sleep if you happen to stay up later than usual. pavitr doesn't like seeing you hurt, but he loves that he's the one that gets to look after you and remind you of your strength.

a/n: thank you so so much for the request!! i'm so so sorry this took me so long!! also i really want to say that your music taste is IMPECCABLE because i got recently introduced to those bands by a really awesome friend so this is so great!! >:DD i really hope you're doing well + take care!

[pandoa]

Hi Pandoa! Congrats on your follower count :DD Could I request for the event, Tulips with Leona and the setting be In The Rain. Those two on the prompt list really remind me of that one scene in 2005 Pride and Prejudice.

Tulips ~ “so what if i’m in love with you?! is that so wrong?”

Plumerias ~ “run away with me”

~leona kingscholar x gender neutral reader~

warnings: some cursing, very minor angst if you'd qualify it as angst? it turns around very quickly tho so no worries lol

hello hello anon!! tysm for your lovely request! i do hope it was alright that i combined your rq with another darling anon <3 you two had very similar requests for leona, so i hope that's okay! i still kept that pride and prejudice vibe tho, i loved it sm!! have fun reading hehe~

♡the heart rains with its lover♡

You couldn’t believe the audacity of the beastman in front of you. 

Even after every outburst, argument, cold glare, and obstacle thrown at the two of you, he was still there, ignorantly doing all that he wished like the choices he made did not carry any sort of grave consequence whatsoever. He was a selfish prick. A bratty little prince you had hoped to stay away from. 

You loathed the thought of just speaking to the pompous man. 

Hurriedly running past the forming puddles on Night Raven’s flooded campus, strenuous drops of rain trickled down your skin as you escaped to an open field with Leona trailing close behind you. Thunder clapped within your surroundings with a resounding clamor that echoed through your ears. The clouds in the sky gathered together in a spiteful manner, with you and Leona trapped underneath the overflow of raindrops soaking your drenched form. The chaos befalling just over the horizon accentuated your livid mood, and you bitterly welcomed it with every raving fiber of your body as you and Leona came to a stop in the middle of the storming field—the frustration in your tones being so sonorous it could be heard thousands of miles away across the hazel waters of the Isle of Sages. 

He did it. Leona had confessed. Albeit quite casually for an admittance of one’s sincere affections, but a confession nonetheless. Earlier, the two of you were gathered in your own circle of friends chatting amongst yourselves in Night Raven’s lively cafeteria until the low, unexpected voice of the Savanaclaw housewarden played throughout the room—mistakenly catching the attention of many other students in the process. 

“Okay, so I like (Y/n), Ruggie, what of it? That doesn't mean that I’ll go down on my hands and knees for ‘em, geez!”

The room went silent at the man’s outburst. A few had stared. You felt their creeping gazes irritate the spine of your back as you stood there, appalled and distraught, looking up to the unfazed lion standing a couple feet in front of you. Whispers were heard vexing the dissonant room as students murmured about the lion prince’s sudden declaration. All of their piercing looks were pointed towards you as you were faced with seas of judgmental glares. You were exasperated at what you had just overheard. You assumed he had hated and thought of you as a nuisance with the way he had always scoffed at you during your visits to the school’s botanical garden. But it was no matter. You claimed to hate him as well, anyway. There was no way that what he had said was true. It had to be a cruel joke.

You did not trust him.  

“Why would you say that?!” you shouted as you returned from your recollection of the events that occurred just a few minutes ago, arguing with the loud pittering of the rain as you raised your voice even more. “Right there, in front of everyone! That was quite uncalled for, and you know it!”

Leona bitterly turned to you, retorting your exclaims with a sarcastic vein. “Oh, well, I’m sorry for being honest for once in my life! I’ll never say it again if it bothers you that much!” The young man said as his face twisted into an expression of aggravation.

“‘Honest?’’ you doubted his foggy sincerity. “In what world have you ever been honest, Leona? For all I know, what you said earlier could have been some sick lie you created to make me act a fool of myself!” The thunder above then crashed and roared, while strong winds caused even the trees to sway in an uncontrollable rhythm. Your flowing locks of hair were now absolutely doused by water as rain continued to pour down the ground like Mother Nature herself had controlled the weather based on your raging emotions. You and Leona did not seem to care for the shaping storm, however, as you were much too focused on each other to mind what had gone on around you.

“So what if I’m in love with you?!” Leona shortly gave out, “Is that so wrong? Do we have a problem here, Prefect?!”

“Yes, we have a problem because I love you too, you asshole!” Freezing in your place on the empty field, you paused at your own impulsive words. No, wait! (Y/n), what are you saying?! You weren’t supposed to confess too, damn it! You mentally scolded yourself. “I…I mean—What I meant to say was—”

“Then run away with me,” the lion prince interrupted. “I swear this is the craziest thing I’ve ever said. Just escape with me for today and I’ll prove how honest I am.” Leona earnestly looked into your hesitant eyes and for the first time ever, seemed as if he was entirely true to his word. It moved your heart in ways you did not think were possible.

Had this really been the Leona you knew…?

“Sevens, I can’t believe I’m saying this—” he said as he uncharacteristically dragged a hand across his face—covering a small rosy hue tinting his cheeks. “Come with me before I change my mind, herbivore. I’m not saying it twice.” 

“Please just… give me a chance, okay?”

a/n: anon i'd also just like to add that i am blaming you for my new fixation bc i had never watched or read Pride and Prejudice before, but for this specific request i watched the 2005 movie and it was the most amazing thing i have ever stumbled upon like i think the story bewitched me body and soul- i am forever in your debt anon cuz once i have the time to actually read jane austen's books i can guarantee that i will make it my whole personality omg i am in love idk why i haven't read her work sooner THANK U SM ANON

[cookingforsatoru]

beauty and the beat by justin bieber would look good in you're rindou drabbleess!!

↪ featuring ; Rindou haitani x Fem!reader

↪ summary ; you were in a club where bonten would always go, but The Younger Haitani has his eyes on you.

↪ warnings ; cursing, slight nsfw, mentions of killing.

"Good Evening, Gentlemen! Please take a seat, we reserved this just for you guys!"

the waiter led the 3 Guys into the VIP seats and gave them their usual orders.

sanzu, ran, and rindou would always just talk bout ladies they wanted to fuck. or bout them planning how to (get Koko's credit card) get Mikey's attention and beg him to stop giving them assignments due so early.

'' is manifesting real? I need to get someone killed by Thursday"

the pink-haired man said getting really curios about that question

"We need to try, boss isn't giving us extensions." the older haitani said

a few minutes later they noticed rindou, not listening to their conversation and looking at a girl, dancing in the midst of the crowds.

"Someone got my baby's attention, huh."

"must be a lucky girl"

the two exclaimed, then the song "beauty and a beat" started.

the younger haitani smiled, so wide. for the first fucking time!

"lemme see the girl, rin! she's makin' you smile like crazy"

"there. see her?"

"oooh fuck, she is one of a kind"

"she is. I saw her in the cafeteria downtown once, twice? she's kind, sweet, n' everything. really"

"then go talk to her." his brother said wiht a wide smile, first time seeing his brother go crazy about a girl.

really changes him, so much.

rindou agreed and stood up, since he also wanted to get the girl's attention.

"hey, i see you here often"

"oh, but i've been here once. just tonight, sir."

looks like his excuse failed, but the rindou haitani isn't giving up that easily.

"oh must have been someone else, but you look really pretty, iv'e been talking about you eyeing you. not in a creepy way."

"oh okay"

"want some drinks?"

"sure"

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3 hours have passed, ran and sanzu wants to go home already.

they saw rindou leaving the cr with the girl in his back.

"So, you two had fun, huh"

"shut up. he's my brother btw"

"oh hello!"

"I saw a hickey, rinnie"

"shut up before i kill both of you"

"Alright, alright. but we're going home, say bye-bye to your girlfriend, now"

"oh, bye rin! it was nice meeting you"

"Don't worry, I'll meet you again."

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"she was so fine! her body, her face, even her personality is hot."

"you have fallen, dude"

"i can't believe i have"

"even her body was so fucking hot when she dances and everything-"

"YES WE ALREADY KNOW YOU'VE BEEN SAYING THAT FOR THE 20TH TIME"

sanzu said, rindou just chuckled but. he didn't stop.

talking and talking and talking about that girl. he was so in love.

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Domestic December: COD

Day 13: Soap; Traveling

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The journey begins at dawn when Soap rolls out of bed with an exaggerated yawn. Things start moving before the sun makes it fully in the sky. Even if your bags had been packed before, even if he promised you wouldn’t hit the road until nine, and even if you whine into the pillows.

Soap has long since learned to not just try and wake you. Instead he starts making breakfast with enthusiasm. Bacon and syrup filling the house to try and lull you from the bed earlier than you ever intended. Try as you might there’s no resisting the urge of the smell. He’s a smart man, and a smart man doesn’t show his hand until the time is right.

“Looks like we can get going earlier than we thought. I’ll get the last of the stuff.” Soap says only after you get through a good portion of your breakfast.

He’s bounds up the stairs before you can say; “Sneaky bastard,”

Being with Soap means being a passenger princess. Whether it’s to a vacation or to drop him off at the airport, he’s going to be the one driving. The rest of the duties then fall to you; the radio, making sure the driver is fed, and just looking pretty.

“How much further?” You ask, reaching a fry towards his mouth.

Everything he does on these trips is done with exaggeration. Anything to make you laugh or at least smile while your butt goes numb in the front seat.

“Couple hours, Gaz isn’t that far behind. I bet we’ll even get there before him.” He says, his hand resting on your thigh. “Bet you we can get a few things done before he shows up with the misses. Have a meal or…something better.”

Sometimes Soap can be as subtle as a firetruck. Roll your eyes all you want, though. His hand is still particularly warm on your leg, and he looks particularly handsome when he smiles at you.

Trees and fields pass by without another car in sight. Considering the area it wouldn’t be surprising if you wouldn’t see anyone for a hot minute. Whether someone would stop when they see a truck pulled to the side was a whole other thing.

“Pull over,” You say, matter of factly.

“You alright?” Soap asks but does as you say without much hesitation.

Your seatbelt comes off before the car comes to a complete stop.

“It’s okay, I just don’t want us to crash.” You explain, pulling the seat divider that separated you up. “I also don’t want us to be so antsy the whole trip. Safety first and all that.”

He kisses you as an answer. The cabin, the vacation, can wait a minute. There was a reason Soap liked to leave early, after all.

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...Mating Party?

Pairing: Vampire!Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2100+

So, I’ve been wanting to write a vampire!peter fic for a little bit and seeing him in a white suit at the emmy’s was just enough for me to finally think about an idea! And then I wanted to write a small blurb about playing 7 minutes in heaven with him. This happens to be a beautiful mixture of both! I hope you guys like it! Let me know what you think xox

You're sitting on one of the three couches that's in this luxurious penthouse. You don't know how your roommate knew these people, but you're impressed.

"Are you sure you don't want a drink?" Brooke asks you with a raised brow, taking a sip of her own mixed drink.

"Yeah, I'm sure. I told you on the drive here that I'd be the DD," you remind her with a soft smile, shaking the bottle of water in your hands.

Your roommate releases a sigh and looks away from you. "Okay. Well, if you change your mind, I'm sure Peter will gladly make you a cocktail," she mentions with a wink.

You roll your eyes as she walks into the large group of people. "I don't even know who Peter is," you laugh to yourself before uncapping your water bottle.

"I'm Peter," a voice introduces itself from behind you, causing you to jump in your seat.

You whip your head around, thankful that you didn't spill water onto your clothes. Your eyes meet his honey-brown ones, and your breath hitches in your throat.

"H-Hi," you stutter over your words. "I apologize if I seemed rude about not knowing who you were. I've just… Brooke's never mentioned-"

Peter cuts off your rambling with a chuckle. "It's alright. I wouldn't have expected you to know who I am," he grins while walking around the cream-colored couch. "But, now that you know my name, do I get the honor of knowing yours?"

Your cheeks blush as Peter holds out his hand. "I'm Y/N," you introduce yourself while laying your hand on his.

He smiles at you before bringing your hand to his lips, placing a light kiss on the back of it. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. If you need anything, don't hesitate to find me."

You nod your head absent-mindedly as he walks away from you. You keep your eyes on him until you can't see him anymore. You release a deep breath and gulp some of your water down.

The white suit he's wearing fits phenomenally.

After a couple of minutes of thinking about what just happened, you decide to roam around the place a bit. You weave through the crowd of people, noticing Brooke heavily flirting with someone.

You chuckle and shake your head. "Well, at least one of us is having fun," you mutter to yourself while moving into the hallway. A few people are making out against the marble walls, causing you to scrunch your nose.

Not wanting to deal with squeezing past them, you decide to walk towards the empty side of the hall. You open the door that sits at the end, poking your head inside to see a bedroom.

"Holy shit," you exclaim, your eyes widening at how exquisite it looks.

The walls are a beautiful blue-grey color, the bedding on the king-sized bed the same color. You walk further into the room, noticing a couple of picture frames on one of the nightstands.

A smile comes to your lips when you inspect the photo a little closer. Peter and an older woman are standing close to one another, his arm draped over her shoulders. "Cute," you mumble, setting the frame back down.

"Do you usually snoop around people's apartments?" Peter's voice asks you.

You shriek, quickly turning to see the man standing in his doorway. "Peter!" You gasp and attempt to spit out a reason for your intrusion.

He closes the door behind him while walking closer to you. You swallow thickly, taking a couple of steps back. Your heart pounds against your chest as the bass of the music reverberates off the walls.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, feeling your back hit the wall behind you.

Peter's chest is inches from yours, his honey-brown staring down at you. You breathe heavily as the palms of your hands press against the wall.

"I don't like people who snoop around my stuff," he breathes out, his breath hitting your face.

"I'm so sorry," you repeat yourself as your eyes flutter shut. "I-I'll see myself out."

You attempt to walk around him, only to have him slam you back against the wall. Your breath hitches in your throat as Peter tightly grips your wrist.

"P-Peter," you stutter while gripping his wrist with your free hand. "You're hurting me."

He snaps out of the daze he's in before releasing your wrist. "Sorry," Peter mumbles and takes a step back, clearing his throat. "Sorry, I'm not usually like that."

You shake your head. "I-It's okay. I shouldn't have snooped around," you reassure him while gently rubbing your wrist. "I should go."

Peter doesn't stop you from walking away from him, and you tuck your hair behind your ears. "Hey, Y/N," he calls out to you, causing you to stop in your tracks. "You don't have to go."

You furrow your brows, feeling a bit confused by his behavior. "Are you okay?" You end up asking him.

"I'm alright. I apologize if my mood seems to be shifting," he mentions while meeting your eyes. "There's… there's a pheromone in the air that's messing with me."

Pheromone? You silently ask yourself, your brows still furrowed. "Are you sure you're alright?" You ask him, noticing his skin flushed.

You bring your hand to his forehead, preparing to press it against his skin when his hand suddenly grabs your wrist again. Your breath hitches as Peter glides the tip of his nose along the inside of your arm.

You start to get a bit freaked out and abruptly pull your arm back, before you or Peter can say anything, the door to his room busts open.

Brooke pokes her head into the room and releases a squeal. "There you two are!" She walks in and grabs both of your wrists. "I've been looking everywhere for you. It's time for Seven Minutes in Heaven!"

"Isn't that-" you cut yourself off as Brooke tugs you to the living room. "Aren't we a little old to be playing this still?"

Your eyes look around the room as you whisper to your roommate. She shrugs her shoulders before shoving you to the floor. You let out a hiss, feeling the pain in your ass cheeks.

Peter walks to the other side of the circle before lowering himself to the floor. You fumble with your fingers as you wait for the game to start.

My fucking luck. You think to yourself as you and Peter are being shoved into the spacious closet. The door shuts right after and darkness fills the space.

You find yourself keeping your distance from him, feeling a bit nervous. "I can hear your heartbeat from here," Peter mentions, startling you.

"W-What?"

Peter takes a step towards you, the white blur of his suit filling your vision. His index finger hooks under your jaw before tilting your head up. "I. Can. Hear. Your. Heartbeat," he repeats slowly, his voice sounding a bit different.

You're feeling confused. Ever since the confrontation in his room… Peter's been acting differently. Everyone here has. You noticed it at the start of this childish game.

His fingers move to your cheek, stroking your skin gently. Peter leans forward and you can feel his lips trail along your jawline. Your eyes flutter shut, a pit of nerves sitting in your stomach.

"God, I bet you taste sweet," he mutters quietly against your neck.

You pull back a little bit and Peter moves his hands to grip your hips. You cry out and grab a hold of the white blazer he's sporting. "Peter-"

His lips find yours in the darkness and he cuts you off. Your heartbeat quickens as you instantly kiss him back, starting to feel woozy.

You breathe heavily when he parts from you, one of your arms wrapping around his neck while his lips trail down to the nape of your neck. You feel his teeth graze against your flushed skin, and you release a tiny gasp when he gently bites down.

"J-Jesus…" you moan out.

Peter's tongue laps against your pulse point for a few seconds before a sharp pain shoots up your spine. Your eyes dart open as your free hand slides among the walls, searching for the light switch.

His grip on your hips tightens, and your fingers flip on the light. Peter detaches himself from you before you shove him back. You breathe heavily and press your hand against your neck.

A red liquid slides down his chin and you notice the red stains on the collar of his white shirt. "W-What the fuck," you breathe out, your vision crossing for a split second. "P-Peter."

Your eyes roll back as you pass out from blood loss. Your body falls forward and Peter expertly catches you. He lifts you into his arms before knocking on the door, giving the signal.

The door opens up and Brooke stands there with a smile on her face. "Is it done?" She asks, standing on her toes to look at you.

Your face is covered by your hair and Peter doesn't say anything. He walks past her, bringing your unconscious body to his bedroom.

"Everyone, get out," he says coldly, not making eye contact with anyone.

Brooke's smile falls as she stands in the middle of the hallway. "But, Peter-"

"I said get out," he repeats himself, narrowing his eyes at the brunette.

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Your head pounds as the sun shines through the semi-closed blinds. A groan leaves your lips and your eyes slowly flutter open. You push yourself up from the bed you're laying on.

"How do you feel?" A familiar voice asks you.

You turn your head to the right, seeing Peter sitting in a chair beside the bed. "Peter?" You mumble with furrowed brows, still feeling a little hazy.

He smiles softly and stands up from his chair. His fingers push your stray hairs out of your face before gently stroking your forehead. "I'm sorry about last night," Peter apologizes.

Last night? What happened last night? The last thing I remember is him kissing- Your eyes widen as the memories start to come back to you. You slap his hand away from you and place your fingers against your neck, feeling around for the wound he left.

"There's no mark left on you," Peter voices your worry.

You bring your gaze back to him, watching his hands move behind his back. "But… you bit me," you mumble, feeling confused again.

"I did. The mark heals pretty quickly," he informs you nonchalantly.

"W-Why did you bite me?" You decide to ask him, feeling yourself become nervous to know his answer.

Peter releases a sigh and he sits down on the edge of the bed. "Last night wasn't an ordinary party," he starts to explain, crossing one of his legs over the other. "It was more of a mating party."

"Mating?" You ask in surprise, your eyes widening. "W-Why would I be involved in a mating parting?"

"Brooke suggested it," he shrugs his shoulders, his eyes looking back at you. "I've seen you around the city and she could tell that I felt some sort of way towards you."

What?! "Wait, Brooke?" You mumble. "Is she…?"

Peter nods his head and your face pales. You push the covers off of you and slip out of the king-sized bed. You mumble to yourself incoherently while walking out of his bedroom.

"Y/N," he calls after you, hearing his footsteps behind you.

"Everything I know is a lie," you tell him while opening the door to his penthouse. "Vampires exist. My roommate happens to be one."

Peter closes the distance between you, closing the door to his place. "It's a lot to take in, I know," he sighs and takes your hand in his.

Your cheeks flush and your gaze drops to your conjoined hands. "You're giving me so many mixed emotions," you whisper to him, looking up at him through your lashes.

He chuckles and pulls his hands away. "Sorry about that. It usually happens when you… mate with a human," he says while rubbing the back of his neck. "Mating with a human is uncommon in my community."

"So," you go over everything Peter's told you in your mind, your tongue gliding across your top lip, "we're mates now?"

"Yes. It's also a reason why my mood was shifting so much last night," he explains. "And, let me just say, you do taste very sweet."

Your breath hitches in your throat. Oh goodness… You think to yourself, feeling a bit shy. "You can tell by my blood?" You ask him.

Peter nods his head with a smile. "Yeah," he smirks, another chuckle leaving his lips. "Now I can only imagine how you actually taste."

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Lull

Wipeout - Chapter 7

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hi guys, hope you enjoy this chap its extra long! Let me know what you think, I love getting feedback! Also just a heads up, the italics indicate a flashback, I hope that’s clear in how it’s written but if not now you know lol. Love you guys xx

Warnings: Smut

Summary: Tom misses you, then he comes home

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“Souvenir shopping is hard,” Harrison complained as he looked over a rack of keychains, “Mum said just to bring her a keychain or something but how do I pick…”

“Get her one with her name or ‘World’s Best Mum’ on it,” Tom suggested while he peered at a shelf full of shot glasses, “Do you think (y/n) would like a shot glass with a shark or a turtle on it more?”

“Well I think she’d like the shark, but I don’t know if getting her a shot glass is the best gift. She’s pretty specific about houseware,” Harrison peaked over at the glasses, “I thought you were getting her that shirt?”

“Yeah, but the more I looked at it the more I thought she wouldn’t like it…” he stepped away from the glasses, “You’re right man, this is hard.”

“There’s some cute jewelry over here,” Harrison tapped one of the racks beside him.

“Oh, good call,” Tom looked over a few sets of earrings and bracelets before he noticed a few coconut bead necklaces at the bottom of the display.

There were some very simple ones, similar to his, and some that were more complex. One caught his eyes, it had the opposite color scheme of his, having mostly white beads with a few brown ones intermixed. What stood out most to him though was a dainty, pink clay flower bead right in the middle of the necklace. He smiled as he plucked it off the rack, he knew you liked his necklace, you’d probably like having your own too. Plus he thought it’d be cute if the two of you matched.

“What do you think of this?” he asked Harrison.

He nodded in approval, “I think she’d like that Tom, it’s cute.”

“Yeah, I think so too…”

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Tom laughed as you swung at the empty beer can flying towards you. You let out an annoyed cry as you missed and started spinning around the bat again. You swayed as you tried to stabilize yourself, telling them that you were ready for the next can. You’d dragged Tom across the whole party just to play, insisting that you were really good at dizzy bat, and you just had to show him.

“Come on (y/n)! You got this!” he encouraged you from the side lines.

You attempted to steady yourself again before they threw the second can. This time you managed to hit it, crushing it and sending it bouncing a few feet away. You squealed happily and the small crowd cheered for you, one of the boys clapped you on the back and told you it was a good hit. The small bit of force would have sent you tumbling to the ground if it weren’t for Tom.

“Woah, you alright?” he asked.

You nodded and giggled, “Yes, I’m okay, so okay.”

“Yeah, seems like it,” he laughed, “Hey why don’t you come sit down for a sec while I get you some water?”

You nodded again, “Yeah, yeah, I wanna sit. Everything is still spinning.”

“I’m sure,” he smiled and walked you to a few plastic chairs nearby, “Here, you wait here, I’ll be right back.”

“Wait, Tom,” you grabbed his arm with a big smile, “Wasn’t I so good?”

He chuckled again, “Yeah, you were amazing Flower, stay right here okay?”

“Don’t call me Flower,” you mumbled while he walked away.

He smiled to himself as he padded into the house. Tom had volunteered to DD for you so that you could get plastered to celebrate finishing all your finals. The initial idea was that he and Harrison would take you and Grace out, but Harrison and Grace had a family birthday to go to. You still wanted to go out though, and Tom would never pass up a party, so now it was just the two of you. Tom was honestly a bit relieved because you were much easier to look after when you were drunk, Grace had a tendency to get into fights.

Tom peaked out one of the windows at you while he filled up a large class of water. He wasn’t really worried, you were just at Leo’s and he knew pretty much everyone there, but he still didn’t want to leave you alone for long. You were just scrolling through your phone, paying no mind to the  world around you. Tom nodded in approval and decided to grab you a snack as well. He dug through a pile of snack sized chip bags until he found something you would like and ran back outside with them and the water.

In the few moments it had taken him to find the chips you’d managed to disappear. Tom made a quick lap outside, assuming you’d jumped into another round of dizzy bat or something, but you were nowhere to be found. He was starting to get worried as he paced inside, luckily he spotted Leo right away.

“Leo, hey,” he clapped his hand over his shoulder, “Have you seen (y/n) anywhere?”

“Oh yeah, she ran in a few minutes ago,” he nodded down the hall, “She went down there, probably to the bathroom.”

Tom knew that couldn’t be good.

“Thanks man,” he patted his back before running down the hall. He knocked gently at the bathroom door, “(y/n), you in there?”

You groaned, “Yeah.”

“Can you unlock the door and let me in?”

You groaned again, “Yeah.”

The door opened just a crack and he pushed it open all the way. You’d dove right back to the toilet, your head hung over the bowl in shame. Tom closed the door behind him, set down the water and chips, and moved to join you on the floor. He pulled back your hair and rubbed your back, turning his head away while you threw up. 

“Poor girl, I’m sorry,” he tried to soothe you, “I brought some water okay?”

You nodded and sat back on your knees as you finished, “Can I have it?”

“Yeah, of course,” he reached up to grab the cup before handing it to you, “Do you think you’re gonna throw up anymore?”

“No, my stomach’s totally empty,” you shook your head and wiped your mouth with some toilet paper. You took a long drink of the water, “That was so gross, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, we’ve all been there,” he assured you, “Just sit for a minute, finish the water.”

“Yeah,” you took another long drink, “Dizzy bat was a bad idea.”

“Hey, we all have bad drunk ideas,” he chuckled and reached over to close the lid on the toilet, “Here, sit down.”

Tom helped you onto the toilet seat and rubbed your back while you finished the water, “I brought some chips too if you’re up to it.”

You shook your head quickly, “Definitely not,” you looked up at him, “I’m so sorry Tom.”

“It’s alright, what are you even apologizing for? I told you you could get as trashed as you wanted, I knew what I was getting into.”

“I feel awful,” you groaned, “I wanna brush my teeth.”

“We can head home then,” he promised, “As soon as you’re ready to get up.”

“Really?” you looked up at him hopefully.

He nodded and laughed, “Yeah, it’s not like I kidnapped you or something.”

“I know, but I don’t wanna make you go home if you wanna stay out.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me,” he filled your cup with more water from the sink and passed it to you, “Here, drink some more.”

After the second cup of water you decided you were ready to get up again and Tom helped you walk out to his car. You sat in the middle seat with your eyes closed the whole drive home. Tom was worried you’d fall asleep but you managed to stay awake for the short drive.

“Thank you,” you mumbled as Tom unlocked your front door, “You’re the best Tommy.”

“Thanks Flower,” he smiled and pushed your door open, “Come on, we’ll get some pajamas and put you to bed.”

“I need to brush my teeth,” you rubbed your eyes and paced ahead of him. You lazily grabbed the bathroom door and pushed it open. You yawned as you grabbed your toothbrush from its holder.

Tom stood in the doorway, watching with a smile while you brushed your teeth and lazily washed your face. Then it was straight to your room where you started stripping right away. Tom quickly turned around and told you he was going to get some water. He filled up a large bottle for you and made some toast, determined to get something in your stomach before you went to sleep. When he returned to your room you were now dressed in your pajamas, sprawled out on the top of your bed.

“I’ve got a snack and some water,” he set them both on your bedside table and offered you a hand, “Come on, you’ve got to eat something.”

You took his hand and let him pull you up, “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to keep thanking me,” he sat beside you and placed the plate of toast in your lap, “Here, eat up.”

You just nodded as you bit into the toast, “You’re taking care of me though, thank you.”

“That’s just what friends do,” he brushed your hair away from your face while you ate.

“You’re a good friend,” you commented, “You make good toast too.”

“Thanks, it’s my specialty,” he chuckled.

You passed the plate back to Tom as you finished and tried to lay back down, groaning when Tom stopped you. He pulled the blankets back and helped you crawl under them, pulling them up over you while you yawned.

“Thanks for that too,” you mumbled.

“Yeah, you’re welcome,” he smiled, “I’ll go put the plate in the sink, do you need me to do anything else after that?”

You shook your head, “No, thank you,” you muttered again, “Hey Tom?”

“Yeah?”

“I like your necklace,” you reached over for him, hooking your finger in his necklace, pinching some of the beads between your fingers, “I don’t know if I ever told you that…”

“You haven’t,” he hummed, “But I’m glad you like it. I got it last time I was in Hawaii.”

“Yeah, surfing, I know,” you used the necklace to tug him closer to you, “It’s sexy.”

He started to laugh, “Well thank you. I think it’s time for you to go to sleep now love.”

“Yeah, thank you for being such a good friend,” you continued to fiddle with the necklace while you spoke, “It was probably annoying to take care of me…”

“Nah, I don’t mind it a bit,” he assured, “Besides, I think you’re way too hot to ever find you annoying.”

You laughed sleepily, “You make the stupidest jokes,” you pulled him in again, pressing your lips to his for a brief moment, your eyes stayed closed when you pulled away, “Goodnight Tom.”

“Goodnight Flower,” he mumbled, bringing his hand up to his lips involuntarily.

Tom stood back up, taking your plate with him back to the kitchen. It was odd, you two had kissed before the few times you’d hooked up, but it was never like that. Just a sweet, tender, goodnight kiss. Tom had never kissed anyone like that, kissing was always just a gateway to sex. But it was nice, it made him feel happy and sort of warm. He hoped he’d get a chance to kiss you like that again.

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It was one of Tom’s favorite memories. Up to that point physical affection had always meant sex for him, but it changed with you. You kissed each other and held each other all the time now, just because you liked it.

“I think I’m gonna get her this,” Tom settled.

“Great, because I found the perfect key chain for mum,” Harrison held out a cheesy plastic surfboard that had ‘Surf Mom’ scrawled across its surface, “Perfect don’t you think?”

Tom chuckled, “Oh yeah, she’ll love it.”

Tom couldn’t get you off his mind as he paced up to the check out, or even when they went back to their room. He missed you, he missed being around you, he missed holding you, he missed kissing you, he missed all of it. He loved Hawaii and he was excited to be there, but it would have been nice if you could be there too. He would have called you, but unfortunately the time difference meant that it was still early back home. There was no chance you’d be up yet, and he knew you’d be upset if he woke you up, so he decided to let it be. Calling would probably only make him miss you more anyway.

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Tom’s resolve lasted only until the next morning. It was only 4 am, and he needed to get up and get ready for the sunrise surf Harrison and him had planned, but he just couldn’t wait. He flicked on his bedside lamp and decided to FaceTime you, attempting to fix his hair in the camera while he waited for you to pick up. Luckily you picked up and after just a second of buffering he was met with your smiling face.

“Hi,” you chimed happily.

“Hey,” he answered, his voice sounded sort of hoarse and made him wish he had some water. He was happy to hear yours though, “How are you?”

“Good, just working on my internship applications. How’s Hawaii?”

“Amazing, it’s fucking early though,” he yawned, “Sorry, I just woke up.”

“Yeah I can tell,” you chuckled, “Why’d you call so early?”

“Just wanted to talk to you,” he rubbed his eyes to try and make them focus better. It was then that he realized that you were on his couch, in his house, “Wait, are you in my house? Don’t tell me you missed me so bad you had to break in,” he smiled cockily. He certainly hoped you were missing him too.

“Actually, Adrien’s helping me with my applications,” you explained, “I can’t believe you never told me he’s an architect by the way.”

“Oh yeah, guess I never thought about it,” he shrugged. Truthfully he was a little annoyed and disappointed, he really just wanted to talk to you, “Is he with you right now?”

You nodded and shifted so you could show Adrien to him, “Say hi.”

“Hi,” Tom greeted him, though he didn’t really care about seeing or talking to Adrien at the moment, “How’s the house?”

“Hasn’t burned down yet,” Adrien smiled back at him, “Hope you guys are having fun.”

Tom nodded in confirmation, “Oh yeah, time of our lives,” he was happy when you turned the screen back to yourself, “That’s sweet he’s helping you out love, hope you two are making good progress.”

“We are, it’s been really helpful actually, I think they’re coming along really great,” you boasted.

“Good, I bet everyone will want to snatch you up,” he yawned again, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt you or hold up your work or something,” he glanced over his shoulder to see Harrison crawling out of bed, “Maybe we can call later when you’ve got a bit of free time…”

“We can talk now, we’re just about done anyway,” you assured him, “I promise you’re not interrupting.”

He really did feel bad about interrupting, he wanted you to get your applications done and turned in, but he probably would have kept talking if Adrien wasn’t there.

“No, no, you should finish your work,” he insisted, glancing over his shoulder again as Harrison slammed the bathroom door behind him. He would have liked to tell you that he missed you and ask if you missed him too, and for you to tell him everything that had happened so far in his absence, “Plus we’re supposed to head out in a few, we wanna catch the sunrise on the water.”

“Okay,” you replied with a smile but you seemed a little disappointed too, “Well I’ll text you when I get home then.”

He nodded, “Great, good luck with the rest of your applications.”

“Thank you, have fun out on the water.”

“Yeah, I’ll send you some pictures,” he promised, hoping your schedules would line up better in a few hours, “Bye,” he waved.

“Bye,” you waved back.

He ended the call and tossed his phone to the otherside of the bed before rolling onto his back. He let out a deep sigh, it bugged him that you were with Adrien. That you were alone with Adrien, in his house. It just felt wrong, and he knew Adrien was sort of into you. He knew nothing would happen, you two had your whole exclusivity agreement, but he still didn’t like it. Adrien wasn’t good enough for you.

“Tom, you better not make us late,” Harrison peaked out of the bathroom suddenly, “By the time I’m finished in the shower you better be up.”

“I’m up,” Tom snapped back, “Just take your shower, I’ll be ready.”

“Crabby,” Harrison mumbled as he returned to the bathroom.

Tom huffed and ran his hand down his face. Of course he was excited to be in Hawaii, but he couldn’t wait to go home and see you.

তততততততততততত

Tom groaned as he opened his eyes, his phone was buzzing right next to his head, forcing him to wake up. He’d been asleep since him and Harrison got home, the three planes and almost twenty hours of travel really did him in. He had plans though, you two were supposed to grab dinner when you got off work. He was excited to see you and catch up, just not to be awake. He reached for his phone lazily to find out who had ruined his nap. Of course it was you, it was already five and you were mostly likely off work and already driving to his house.

“Hey,” he answered sleepily, “I’m so sorry, I passed out, if you give me like ten minutes I’ll be ready to go.”

“That’s okay,” you assured him, “I just got off and I smell like fries, so I need to run home and shower first anyway,” you sighed, “I was just wondering if you’re super set on going out to eat or if you’d be okay with takeout instead?”

“I’m fucking wiped, I would love to get takeout instead,” he agreed, “Do you wanna hang out at mine or yours?”

“Yours, you’ve been gone for a whole week, I don’t wanna drag you out of the house,” you hummed, “Okay, text me what you want, I’ll go shower and pick up the food, then I’ll come back to your place. Sound good?”

“That sounds wonderful love, text me when you’re on your way?”

“Will do.”

Tom rubbed his eyes and pushed himself out of bed. He had a pretty distinct plane smell so he knew he’d have to shower before you came, it just seemed so exhausting at the moment. Instead he got down and opened up his suitcase, digging around to find the necklace he’d gotten you. After finding it he zipped up his bag and pushed it into the corner of the room to be dealt with later. He stared at the necklace for a moment before sighing.

“Hey Haz!” he crossed the hall and rapped at his friend's door, “Do we have any gift bags?” he got no answer so he peeked into the room, only to find he was still passed out. Tom shook his head and backed away from the door, pacing away to find Adrien instead, “Adrien,” he addressed him as he stepped into the kitchen, “Do you know if we happen to have any gift bags or anything?”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” he knit his brows, “Isn’t there a party supply store in town though? I’m sure they have tons.”

“Yeah, that’s alright, (y/n)’s gonna head over in a little bit so I won’t have time. Thanks though,” he turned to leave but Adrien continued.

“Oh, (y/n)’s coming over?” he hummed.

Tom nodded and turned back to him, “Yeah, we’re gonna eat and pry watch a movie or something.”

“Oh, I was gonna make some pasta, I can make a little more,” he offered.

“That’s alright, we’re getting takeout,” Tom hummed.

“Cool, well if you guys wanted we could all watch something together an-”

“No,” Tom interrupted quickly, “No, sorry, we were gonna hang out just the two of us, you know, since we haven’t seen each other in a whole week. If you wanna hang though I’m free tomorrow, we could go catch a few waves or something.”

“Right, sure,” Adrien pursed his lips for just a moment, “You know you two spend a lot of time together for people who are just supposed to be hooking up.”

Tom frowned, “Well we’re friends too. You were hanging out with (y/n) while I was gone right? It’s no different than that,” he paused, “Right?”

Adrien nodded, “Yeah, of course, I get it. I just mean if you’re into her or something…”

“It kind of seems like you’re into her Adrien,” Tom accused. Of course he already knew Adrien was, that much had been obvious to him for a while. He always stared at you and got nervous whenever you talked to him, not to mention he was always a little too excited to find out you were coming over. “Which if that’s the case you should probably just drop it because she doesn’t want to date anyone right now.”

“I-It’s not that,” he blushed, “I-I was just gonna say you should probably tell her soon you know, because she might move to London…”

Tom knit his brows, “London?”

“Yeah, for that internship,” Adrien seemed almost smug suddenly, “She told you about that right?”

“Yeah, of course she did,” Tom lied easily. You hadn’t mentioned London or the possibility of moving away ever. The week you’d just spent apart was bad enough, he couldn’t imagine what it’d be like if you moved away. “And no offense Adrien, but my relationship with (y/n) isn’t really any of your business.”

“I didn’t mean to step on your toes,” he defended, “Just, you know, someone else might come along or she might leave or something, you might miss your chance.”

“Well like I said, it’s not really any of your business,” Tom crossed his arms. Even more than he didn’t want you moving away, he didn’t want Adrien asking you out. You’d just end up saying no, and then Tom would have to deal with the awkwardness everytime you came over. “(y/n) and I are always going to be just as close as we are right now. It won’t change if she moves, it won’t change if she starts dating someone. Not to mention she definitely wouldn’t date someone if I didn’t like them or think they were good for her,” he boasted.

“Right, sorry,” Adrien turned his attention away from Tom and back to the stove, “I wasn't trying to pry. It’s good she has you to look out for her.”

“That’s alright,” Tom squeezed his shoulder and gave him a condescending smile, “I’ll be in my room if you need me.”

After the awkward interaction with Adrien Tom took a quick shower and retreated to his room to wait for you. When he finally saw your car pull up he went barrelling outside to greet you. The second you left your car he had you in his arms, lifting you into the air and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Tom!” you squealed in surprise, laughing as he pressed his lips against your cheek.

“I missed you,” he declared.

“I missed you too,” you smiled at him, “You’re lucky I wasn’t holding the food.”

“I would have caught it,” he walked over to your passenger seat to grab the food, “So, I was thinking we could hang out in my room and watch a movie or something?”

“That sounds good to me,” you nodded, “You’re gonna tell me all about your trip before we watch the movie though right?”

He smiled and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, “Oh yeah, the movie's just gonna be background noise, I know you’ve got plenty to fill me in on too.”

“Not really, I was pretty much just stuck in the house working on those applications all week, it was pretty boring.”

“Ah that’s not boring, I want you to show me all the rooms you designed, I bet they’re amazing,” he pursed his lips suddenly, remembering what Adrien said about London, “Uh, Adrien mentioned one of them was in London. Is that true?”

Your cheeks bloomed red and you nodded, “Uh yeah, it was. It’s kind of a long shot though, there’s pretty much no chance I’ll get it.”

“But what if you did?” he glanced over at you as he pushed open the front door, “I mean I’ve seen some of your stuff, it’s all really great, I’m sure they’ll want you.”

The blush spread up to your ears, “Well thank you, I appreciate it, but it’s a really famous firm, they get thousands of applicants I’m sure.”

“But if you did get it, what would you do?” he pressed again.

“I-I don’t know,” you confessed, “I mean I’d be excited, it’d be like a dream come true, but I don’t want to move. I love it here, I love the people here, I’d hate being all alone there…” you trailed off for a second, “I’d rather take the closer ones, and I’m sure I’ll get one of those.”

Your words did a lot to ease his nerves. He let out a relieved breath and his normal smile returned, “Well good, it’d suck if you moved that far away. I mean who would I spend all day annoying?” he snickered as you entered his room, “And who would make Haz his special lemonade? And who would Grace complain to when she catches Haz and I dicking off at work? The whole system falls apart without you.”

You laughed and hopped onto his bed, “You guys made due just fine before me, I’m sure you’d live.”

“We’d survive, but I don’t think we’d live,” he pressed a kiss to your cheek as he fell down on the opposite side of the bed. He sat cross legged while he dug into the burritos you’d picked up, “The food in Hawaii was so good, but I really missed these burritos.”

“They’re heaven sent,” you agreed, “So what was better, the food or the surfing?’

“The surfing by far, I’m telling you it’s like nothing in the world,” he took a bite of his burrito before he continued, “It’s just gorgeous, and every wave is perfect, next time you have to come to, you’d love it.”

“Don’t talk with your mouth full,” you crinkled your nose as you scolded him. His lips drew to a big smile and he set his burrito back in its box. You peered at him suspiciously before questioning, “What?”

“I missed you,” he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. He set one of his hands on the back of your head, holding you against him while his lips worked with yours. He nipped at your bottom lip as he pulled away, “A lot.”

You flushed again, “I missed you too.”

He nuzzled his nose against yours and hopped off his bed, “I got you something,” he snatched the necklace off his dresser and hid it behind his back, “We didn’t have any bags or anything so it’s not wrapped.”

“That’s okay,” you smiled brightly, “Is it a cheesy shot glass?”

“Well I thought about it, but I found something way better,” he sang, sitting down right beside you, “And you better like it because it’s too late to return it.”

You laughed, “I’m sure I’ll love it.”

“I hope so,” he brought the necklace up in front of your face, holding it out so you could see it all, “Ta-da.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly took it from his hands, “Wow, this is so pretty Tom, I love it.”

“Yeah, and now we match,” he pulled his necklace out with one finger with a big smile, “I’m glad you like it.”

“I love it,” you repeated, your eyes darting down to his necklace. You stuck out your bottom lip, making a sort of puppy dog face as you brought it up to your neck, “I’ll wear it all the time,” you declared, struggling to clip the necklace on on your own.

“Let me,” he reached behind your neck, taking a hold of the necklace and clipping it on easily, “There, it looks great Flower.”

You stared back at him for a moment before lurching forward and slamming your lips against his. He caught you with a bit of surprise, his fingers digging into your waist as you nipped at his bottom lip. Your hands found their way to his hair, tugging at his messy, damp curls while he groaned.

“Woah, slow down love,” he chuckled, “We’ve still got the burritos a-”

“Screw the burritos,” you mumbled before pressing your lips to his again, “They can wait.”

Tom hummed in agreement and kissed you again, “Yeah, screw the burritos.”

You quickly shoved the food back into the bag and placed it on the floor. Tom couldn’t deny the fact that he was eager, there was nothing he wanted more than to feel your bare skin on his. He wanted to be overwhelmed by you, like he had so many times before. Your sweet peachy lips were like a drug, your soft skin always smelt distinctly like warm amber and vanilla, but best of all was your hair. It always smelt like the beach, not in the sulfur and salt kind of way, but in a comforting, warm sunshine kind of way. He loved nothing more than holding your close and burying his face in your hair, falling asleep with his lips pressed against your head. He craved that closeness with you, your warmth, and he found it a lot easier to express himself physically.

“Tom,” you were breathing a bit heavy when you pulled away from him, “I really love this necklace,” you reached for his shirt without missing a beat.

He let you tug his shirt off and climb onto his lap, “I’m glad you do,” he smiled when you started kissing him again, your lips moving quickly down his neck, “You seem eager angel,” he attempted to tease you even though he knew he wasn’t any better.

“Yeah,” was your only response before you pulled back and lifted your tank top over your head.

He watched the shirt fly across his room before bringing his eyes back to you, smiling as his eyes landed right on your breasts. He placed one hand on your back and brought you close to him. He pressed open mouth kisses over your breasts while he traced the edge of your bra. He nipped at your skin and reached behind you, struggling for just a second to undo your bra before it too went flying across the room. He left a trail of kisses over your skin before flicking his tongue over your pert nipple. You inhaled sharply and craned your head back for just a moment.

Your eyes darted back down to Tom and you pushed him down onto the bed, not giving him anymore time to tease him. You pushed his sweats down, leaving him in just his boxer-briefs, which made it very obvious just how eager he was for you. You smirked a little smirk that made his mind go totally blank. It was so easy for him to get so wrapped up in you that he forgot the rest of the world, especially when you looked at him like that. He sucked in a sharp breath as you palmed over him, willing himself not to lift his hips and moan.

“E-Everyone’s home,” he stuttered excitedly, “We have to be quiet.”

“Be quiet then,” you hummed before you bent down and bit the edge of his underwear.

His eyes widened, drinking in your every move as you tugged his underwear down with his mouth. It was a move he’d used on you before, but you’d never done it to him. Suddenly his mouth felt dry and a wave of warmth ran down his body. Your eyes were dark and lusty, your tongue darted out to wet your lips in the most erotic way. He squeezed his eyes shut and craned his head back.

“Holy shit,” he groaned as your tongue ran over him.

He bit his bottom lip as you took his head in his mouth. He couldn’t look down at you, he’d cum pathetically fast if he met your eyes. Instead he reached down, setting his hand in your hair as you started bobbing your head. He made no attempt to guide your movements, anything he did would just take away from the experience, he just wanted to touch you.

“Fuck,” he moaned lowly, doing his best to stay quiet, “Fuck, feels like heaven angel,” he encouraged.

You hummed in response, the vibrations sending a chill up his spine. He wouldn’t last long, he knew he wouldn’t. As great as the blowjob was, he wanted you, to kiss you and hold you close and meet your peaks together.

“Angel,” he groaned as he tried to communicate his wants, “W-Wait I-”

He was cut off by your mouth leaving him with an audible pop. You sat back up and wiped your mouth, which only made him groan again.

“What’s that Tommy?” you purred.

He stared at you, unable to form words for a moment, “I-I’m just getting close,” he sat up and grabbed your chin, “I was with Haz all week, I haven’t, you know… I’m not gonna last long tonight, I wanna cum with you.”

You nodded in understanding and leaned in to kiss him, “Yeah, me too.”

He brought you right back to his lips, nipping gently at your bottom lip and smiling when you opened your mouth for him. This time he pushed you back onto the bed, one of his hands slipping up your body to your breasts. He squeezed gently, soaking up the sweet little sounds you made when he tweaked your nipple. His other hand rested against your cheek while he propped himself on his elbow. His hand slipped away from your breast and down your body to the hem of your leggings.

“Getting nice and wet for me angel?” he hummed.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him back to you. He let you take control of the kiss while he focused on wiggling you out of your bottoms, quickly discarding both them and your underwear. He ran two fingers over you to test if you were ready for him. You whimpered as he brushed against your clit.

“Hmm, that feel good?” he repeated the motion with a smirk.

You nodded again, “So good Tommy.”

He grinned and brought his hand back up your body. He pulled back slightly to grab a pillow. You looked unbelievably gorgeous spread open under him, your skin flushed and breathing heavy. It was enchanting, intoxicating, he would have sat there just staring for hours.

He slipped the pillow under your lower back and positioned himself at your entrance before leaning back into you. He kissed the corner of your mouth before bringing his lips down to your neck. He left wet, open mouth kisses all over your skin. You closed your eyes and bit your cheek to stifle your moans.

“Such a shame, you always make the prettiest sounds for me,” he purred, sucking at the spot behind your ear before he brought his lips back to yours, “You ready angel?”

“Yes,” you panted under him, “Please.”

“Well who could say no to that?” he smirked.

He glanced downwards and used one hand to make sure he was lined up with you before he slid in. You both did your best to stifle your moans while he pushed into you.

“Tell me when I can move okay?” he muttered against your ear.

“Go ahead,” you replied right away, “Please, I wanna feel you.”

He groaned and nodded before he pulled back slightly and pushed back in. He gave a few slower thrusts before he picked up speed. It was always easy to find his rhythm with you, you two were just always in sync. He pulled one of your legs up over his hip so you could rock your hips against him. He panted into your neck as he moved faster and faster. You tugged his hair, which had him holding back another loud moan. He slammed his lips against yours to stifle any noise your two could make. You sucked at his bottom lips before opening your mouth for him. He reached down to stroke your clit, making your hips jolt upwards towards him.

“Fuck,” he panted suddenly, “Fuck, you feel so good.”

You nodded in agreement, “Feels incredible Tommy.”

“Yeah? You gonna cum for me angel?” he cooed, thrusting even harder into you.

“Yeah,” you nodded again, “Fuck Tommy I…”

He slammed his lips to yours, his fingers dug into your hips, pulling them upwards to meet his thrust. You cried against his mouth, the new angle sending you flying off the edge. You clenched around him as you came, Tom following just second after you. You rocked your hips into his thrusts as you rode out your highs together. He had to pull away and catch his breath, both of your panted as you came down. Tom buried his face in your neck while you caught your breath. You played with his hair silently while you both calmed down.

Eventually he pulled himself from you and pressed another long kiss to your lips. You smiled at each other and you let out a light giggle as he helped you sit up. He brushed your messy hair from your face and pressed a long kiss to the side of your head.

“You’re probably gonna have to microwave the burritos…” you mumbled.

He laughed, “Oh so now you care about the burritos?”

“Duh, everyone knows post sex burritos are way better than regular burritos Tom,” you rolled your eyes like it was a simple fact everyone knew.

“Right, duh,” he pressed another kiss to your cheek, “Fine, I’ll warm up the burritos.”

“And grab some water?”

He nodded, “Anything for you Flower.”

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[eveenstar]

Can i request for eyeless jack with a demon SO :DD thank you

Heya! This request has been on my mind for a while. I just ✨️had✨️ to do it. Hope you like it!

Eyeless Jack with a demon S/O | Headcanons

Alright so this is a very unique mix, not only because Jack is a cryptic but also because you're technically higher than he is on the "food chain".

You're probably a lesser demon, you know, just minding your own business and maybe helping a few witches here and there. That's how you met Jack! It wasn't actually that pretty, the first meeting. He had broken into your favourite witch's home while you were happily feeding off whatever food she had left on your mini altar, and once the strange energy passed by you like a clinging plague, you lashed out at him.

Like I said; it wasn't pretty. Objects were thrown, Jack was lifted up from the ground and against the wall and you were sure you would've killed him right there had your witch not distracted you, and causing Jack to slip past your fingers and leave through the same window he used to come in. That was the moment you noticed he was no ordinary thief, but a cryptic, due to the way his body twisted and moved - like a starved beast.

You didn’t see Jack for a while, even after you lingered around the house while helping setting up protection symbols and spells. It was during a walk through the woods that his energy signature invaded your senses, softly, like a breeze. Being a demon, one doesn’t fear any beings lesser than you, so you followed the signature that led you to a cave system, hidden away by moss, vines and tall bushes.

Jack didn’t see you come in; unless the demon shows itself, no one can see it. The cryptic was too busy eating away a plate full of fresh organs to notice the sudden change in the ambience.

Click click. His hollow eye sockets met yours - that was interesting, you thought, he was so...humanly monstrous. Jack was fast to act - like a ravenous dog whose home had been intruded, he reached for his make shift knife.

After the realization hit, the cryptic was confused (although he refused to allow you to see it) as to why there was a being such as you in his den. That was the bloom of a relationship.

Jack is a unique cryptic and it is one of the things that fascinate you the most. You have been around for hundreds, if not thousands, and so you have seen all sorts of creatures roaming Earth. But Jack, the one you fell in love with, is so much different.

Jack knows you're a demon, and he also knows you have witches who set up altars and offerings for you, which means you have preferences. That's okay. Jack has preferences too! Kidneys are his favourite organs so he'll try to share them with you.

It's up to you if you wanna eat organs with your cryptic cavemen boyfriend.

You and Jack set up a deal. Witches are totally off his hunting zone and you won't interfere with his meals. I mean, it's not like you care much for what he does to humans. You're not human either!

Bringing up the species difference again; Jack is not entirely fascinated by you, but he still acts like a somewhat curious puppy in the early stages of the relationship. When I say "curious puppy" I don't mean it in a cute way. He wants to know if he can do more...morbid stuff to you and if you can die.

Look, he's not stupid, but Jack's mind functions half a beast half a man. He has animalistic instincts and he's a creature of habit. This means he'll try to set up a very, VERY gruesome altar for you with human or animal parts, and organs. Oh, and blood, lots of it.

Honestly, not even I know if he does this to mock you or to actually praise you because he chose you to be his partner. Maybe both. His human half only knows mischief.

Parenthood is not possible. Demons can't crossbreed with any other species and Jack...is Jack. Even if it was possible, Jack would probably be aggressive with the kid because he's territorial of his space.

Moving on to a much more advanced stage of the relationships...Demons live forever. But unfortunately Jack is one of the few cryptics who aren’t immortal, but he does have a large lifespan so you can still enjoy a few decades together. You can see he's fairly young, at least in his 60s or 70s, because of the way he acts and plans. Don't worry, you two still have time.

To end this with a cherry on top; A demon and a cryptic dating is a VERY unique experience. It's very rare or maybe you two are the first ones to ever break boundaries! You two are so different but Jack's curious - yet morbid - nature make it a much more thrilling experience.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[peachyninjago]

Anyways, for the ask thing. Is show x movie done yet? I would LOVE to hear about it cuz I think it's a concept that should be explored more. Also because I like reading things like that. Also because I have a wip about it at one point. ANYWAYS please give because all of your aus are the most superior 🙏🙏🙏

SHOW × MOVIE FOR YOU TWO!!! (and some more lfdacbaak :]) i'll do a hc for each ninja and their counterpart :DD

• (this one doesnt count its just backstory aucufuafa) SxM happens bc S!Lloyd's oni/dragon powers kicked in and whoops!! wuh-oh!!! accidentally opened a portal to another realm!!!! ..oh its chill? its chill AND it has alternate versions of ourselves?? oh nvm this place sounds SICK

• S!Kai and M!Kai get along pretty well!! s!kai sometimes finds his counterpart pretty childish, but he cant judge him. he was like that once, too. and m!kai thinks s!kai is really awesome!! maybe he needs to lighten up a bit, but 100% a good role model/mentor!! co-cereators of the 'multi-versal Lloyd protection squad'. s!kai is ENAMORED by the fact that m!kai and his sister are twins. they are also. Very Competitive sugauwguaf. like i said, mentor/student dynamic with em :)

• S!Cole and M!Cole are also pretty alright with each other!!! they're both introverts so. they (affectionately) talk shit abt their teammates w one another. m!cole gets his counterpart into music, and s!cole does the viceversa with dancing!! also I like to think m!cole hasn't really processed his moms death yet so s!cole really teaches him to Stop Shoving His Grief aside and allow himself to mourn. less mentor/student and more father/son or older/younger brother for these two

• OKAY. MAYBE A CONTROVERSIAL TAKE. s!jay and m!jay do NOT get a long. or they get along the worst, at least. s!jay doesn't really like how his counterpart is all 'uwu softboy who loves nya and is too nervous to speak and also does Not know how to invent'. he even doubts that mf grew up in a junkyard. and the feeling is (kinda) reciprocated!! m!jay is pretty scared (and envious) of s!jay. 'he's with nya. he's so much more confident than me. he's amazing at building and inventing. i wish i could be more like Him'. they'd actually be pretty good friends if they just looked past one anothers flaws tho (very much reluctant mother goose being followed by a clingy gosling dynamic for them.)

• MMMM s!zane and m!zane are Complicated. on shows side, he doesn't really like how his counterpart makes his Nindroid-ness out to be... almost a joke?? idk. s!zane's kind of. Afraid of becoming like his counterpart, but at the same time he wants to help him realize that he's More than just a robot. he has a family, man. and a Soul. although, movie is actually pretty opposite!! i like to think m!zane was NOT created to protect those who cannot protect themselves, but to be an Actual son/experiment for Dr. Julien. he doesn't know why his counterpart is so stressed and serious all the time!! theyre Wild Teens!!! live a little!!!! (also very hard to name dynamic?? bit of mentor/mentee AND reluctant siblings mixed in there frfr)

• SLAMS FIST ON TABLE. S!NYA AND M!NYA ARE THE BWORSTIES (best friends/worsties.) they are seeing who has better control over water. they are comparing and helping each other through their trauma. they are fighting over who has the cooler brother. they vent to each other about how hard it is being the only Girl on the team. they're training with each other with Violent hand to hand combat. they are hugging and talking about how hard lifes been w/o ray and maya. they are insulting eachother. m!Nya is taking s!nya on a 2 am bike ride while s!nya is teaching m!nya how to ask jay out. dynamic is ABSOLUTE BESTIES WHO ALSO BITE EACH OTHER IF THEY GET TOO CLOSE <3<3

• and, of course, ops favorite(s); s!Lloyd and m!Lloyd!! getting their dynamic right out of the way by saying they aren't brothers- their Twins. absolute, familial TWINS. they are each others therapists who constantly tell one another that they work too hard. the both probably think their counterpart is cooler than them. idk when this takes place in time, but if its before tlnm, m!lloyd is AMAZED at how well s!lloyd takes the mass-bullying (shows unfortunately used to it from darkleys :[) but, if it's AFTER tlnm, the entire city goes WILD 'omg they're MULTIPLYING YESSS' also, they let themselves act like kids when around one another. they both had to grow up too fast for different reasons, but the fact that they can talk to someone who Actually Gets It helps a lot :) they also compare trauma loll

...oh, and here's a lfdacbaak hc for you!! (I did a whole post of em vv recently actually viaguagwig)

• after morro and nya, wu is the next one to figure out the new family cat is Lloyd. meow meow reacts everytime the word 'uncle' is occasionally thrown around, and lloyd always seems to somehow Find and Bring wu whatever he was looking for (smthn he did as a human, too :])

SORRY THIS TOOK A DAY HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT REGARDLESS GUSUAFUWF7WF

[bewitchedfeathers]

Unnoticed

Sick Steve and Eddie the only one noticing he's sick

Thank you @sunrise-curve-dd for the prompt! I hope you like it!

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Eddie had been watching Steve all afternoon while the party hung out at Steve's house enjoying the pool on such a hot day. Steve has been sniffling off and on but had easily waved away Dustin's brief concerned look as the pollen in the air. But Eddie wasn't convinced.

Eddie frowned as he noticed Steve stumble over nothing, that paired with his slightly flushed skin, sweat beaded brow and chafed looking nose could mean only one thing. Steve was sick. 

But no one else seemed to have noticed, distracted by the warm spring weather and the pool. 

Eddie casually joined Steve in the kitchen where he was grabbing another soda. "You doing all right man?"

"What? Yeah, of course," Steve said waving off his concern with a smile that seemed strained around the edges.

Eddie stepped closer and pressed his hand to Steve's forehead, he hissed at how warm Steve felt. Steve jerked backwards looking like a deer in the headlights.

"You're burning up, man."

"It's just warm out and I've been snf running around."

Eddie raised an eyebrow before his expression softened at Steve's obvious anxiety. "Steve…it's okay if your sick," he said gently.

"I'm really fine," he insisted followed by another wet sniffle. 

"You look like you're about to fall over," he frowned, "Even if you're not sick, will you at least lay on a pool lounger for a bit and take a load off?"

Steve's expression was pinched and confused at the offer so Eddie decided to play his trump card. "Please? For me, Steve, so I don't worry?" He said with wide brown eyes and a pleading expression.

Steve's resolve collapsed like a house of cards. He darted his eyes away, pink-cheeked. Then let out an exasperated sigh. "Yeah, alright. Since you insist," he said like he was doing him a big favor. And then his nose wrinkled and he whipped his hand up to his nose pinching it roughly between two fingers.

"Hh-hh-hh….Huh'ehrSHXT…Hhhhhh'IT'ksxxt-sshu..snf.."

"Oh sweetheart, how long have you been doing that?" He asked softly, reaching up to brush a few fallen locks of hair off Steve's forehead.

Steve's cheeks flushed darker at the petname, and it spread to the tips of his ears at Eddie's gentle hand brushing over his skin. He unconsciously leaned slightly forward chasing the feeling of Eddie's touch. 

He tried to pull it together but he was so tired and Eddie was being so kind and soft. "Since this morning. Snfff," he admitted reluctantly, voice slightly rough from his stifled sneezes. 

“Why’d you try to hide it?” he asked, giving Steve’s shoulder a comforting squeeze and trying to ignore his own heart fluttering at Steve’s display of vulnerability.

"Snf. Didn't want to cancel the…hehh…Snff party. Or have anyone worry about me. It's snf just a…hah…hhh-hh," Steve raised his hand to hover just below his nose ready to catch the building sneezes,"…Huh'EHsshh…ETSSHoo..snffff…scuse me. Just a cold," he finished with a snuffley tired sigh.

"Bless you. Well the others will be fine if you go take a nap, Stevie. I can tell them you weren't feeling well but not to worry," he reassured the younger boy. 

Steve nibbled his lower lip as he considered the offer but gave in after another particularly congested sniffle. "Yeah, alright. Thanks Eddie." He leaned in and pressed a kiss to Eddie's cheek in gratitude without thinking about it. And then wandered upstairs leaving a stunned and smiling Eddie in the kitchen.

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