#to notice that he’s been in love w him for years and he’d be totally down to get some of that sweet witcher ass

[pixlatedvampire]

I love this disaster bard sm you don’t even know 💕

[mikareo]

“ ࣭⸰ ★ THE MOON SAYS HELLO. . . ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀呪術廻船; geto suguru x fem reader ⠀ ꒰ . . part one of three ꒱ . . . word count; 3.6k

⊹ ⠀⠀despite his insistence on never falling in love, suguru fails to stop himself from becoming smitten with his best friend’s beloved. you’ve become a flicker of hope in his darkness— though you’re someone who can never and will never be his to have and to hold.

series contains; if gojo didn’t kill geto n geto was given a chance to redeem himself, redemption arc!geto, human caretaker!reader, kind of e2l but also not really, love triangle, gojo x reader, fluff, major angst, heartbreak, wedding at the end, swearing probably, geto refers to humans as monkeys per usual author's note; rewritten fic, will be 3 parts in total (i'm half done pls be patient w me im a slow writer...)

YEAR ONE, DAY ONE

His face is sore. So sore. It’s red, swollen, and sore after he’s spent the last three hours screaming in frustration with his current predicament. This is absurd, Satoru should’ve just killed him when he had the chance. Geto’s lost count of how many times his palms have slapped his own face; over and over again with wishes that he can wake up from this hellish nightmare the higher ups call ‘rehabilitation’— though he can somewhat still recall the first slap that he’d given himself around the half-hour mark. He’s got a pretty good memory…that doesn’t stop him from hoping his veins aren’t too noticeable as they angrily protrude from his forehead in crimson currents.

He’d rather be dead than imprisoned like this…like an animal…like one of those damn useless monkeys.

The intensity of his wails continue to bounce off of the barren walls— barren aside from the dark mark he’d punched in earlier— and echo like a party of lost ghouls in the bottom of an empty well. Geto feels like a mad man.

He’s only just begun his isolation and he’s already growing mad with boredom. 

A huff escapes his lips as he plops himself down onto the twin-sized bed that’s nestled in the corner of his so-called ‘suite’. With linen sheets and a dark maroon comforter, it’s almost a cozy living situation; in another life, Geto could imagine himself cuddling beneath the covers with his favorite book and a soft record playing in the background for some ambience. That world is far far away now. Even if he asked for a record player, he doubts the higher ups would grant him one. He’s their most valuable prisoner, and they’re sure to keep him as miserable as possible until he’s one-hundred-percent pure hearted once more. However, despite their reluctance to grant him the things he wants, these aren’t the worst living arrangements he’s ever encountered and he knows that Gojo did his best to give him the best commodities he could to…well…a highly dangerous criminal. 

This is the only path to forgiveness, he reminds himself, constantly trying to be optimistic about the utter absurdity of it all. 

Optimism hasn’t been his specialty in a long time; anyone with a working pair of eyes would be able to deduce that, and he despises it. He’s quite rusty with the characteristic and has looked on the darker side for a while now— but wishes that he could be as reckless as he once was as a teenager. He can vividly remember how loud his laughter was with Gojo and Shoko, laughing as they chased each other throughout the school yard and using each other's cursed energy to their advantage in games of tag— but that would be near impossible now. His two best friends can barely look him in the eyes after the treason he’s committed. Gojo views him as a ticking time bomb and Shoko’s healed too many people to count that he’s harmed.

If he stepped one foot out of this room, he believes he’d be smothered on sight.

The Jujutsu Society fears Geto Suguru..

…and Geto Suguru fears himself. 

In all fairness, he deserves everything that’s come to him. What he did was awful; mass murdering humans…trying to murder even more humans…harming innocent students…starting a war during the holiday season…the whole gist. There are obviously bad actions from the past that continue to haunt Geto to this day and will continue haunting him so long as he breathes— but that’s all it is now…the past. He wants redemption. He needs redemption. If Gojo managed to reach clarity within Geto’s awful decisions, then maybe he can too. 

Geto wants to get better, to be better…not only for Gojo…but for himself. 

This is exactly why he and his best friend has devised a plan, one that will hopefully help lead Geto on a better path— a five-year path that will only be completed if he truly wants it to, and a half a decade seems like quite a bit of time to most; but for Geto, he doesn’t know if it will be enough. 

For Satoru…do it for Satoru…

He wraps his arms around himself in an attempt to comfort his heart that beats with fear every second of every day. It’s been so long since he’s been hugged by another, and he doubts he’ll ever feel that love and comfort from someone in his life. It’s the first time in a long time that he’s been alone with his thoughts with no one else to turn to; and if he’s being honest, there’s nothing in the entire world that scares him more than his own mind. 

“Geto Suguru?”

He doesn’t recognize that voice.

The soft sound comes from seemingly nowhere, startling Geto with a slight jump. Whomever it is sounds frail and weak, obviously intimidated by whom they’re going to be in the presence of in mere minutes; and Geto already finds nothing but annoyance at his new companion. Of course they’re going to have prior judgment. He bets you already hate him for the rumors and stories. He doesn’t really have a choice whether or not you come in, though. Gojo insisted on a caretaker— someone to talk to so he doesn’t go insane by himself— and Geto will do anything to make his best friend happy. So, he stands up and dusts his pants off, making sure to look more presentable, and stalks towards the entryway. His hand meets the knob, yanking it open, and ready to meet the stranger on the other side. 

Standing before him is you, a woman around his age. You can’t possibly be older than twenty-six, but perhaps you’re a few years younger. In your hands are various sweets and snacks that Gojo knows Geto loves, balancing on a silver tray that shines more light in the room than he’d care for. The reflections dazzle straight into his eyes, blinding him briefly with a scowl on his face. Of course Gojo would know to send you in with his favorites. He’s so predictable. His best friend is less surprising than he thinks, causing Geto to roll his eyes to the top of his head; though he appreciates the kind gesture. It’s far past dinner, though. Gojo must’ve struggled to convince the others to allow him a proper meal. 

“Don’t just stand there, monkey.” Geto commands whilst gesturing to the small dining table in the center of his confined space. “Come inside.”

The instant you stepped into his presence, it was horribly noticeable that you have no cursed energy. Zero. Not a lick of it…and he struggles to hide the disgust with his body language. He can’t help but be annoyed that a monkey such as yourself is going to be in his company for the next five years. 

With his distaste for you clear as day, he pulls out a chair for himself and disregards the kind option of pulling out yours prior; expectantly looking towards you with the expectation that you’re going to serve him his meal like a servant. 

“Well, monkey…” he trails off disinterested, “I’m waiting.”

You hustle towards him, quickly and efficiently placing the special grade sorcerer’s meal on the placemat before him and taking the empty seat opposite. There’s a small breath you’re holding in, Geto can see it in your throat— it’s suffocating you with fear for your life as your fingers lightly tap the dark wood in a nervous fit. 

You’re completely pathetic. As if a monkey would ever have the courage to speak to him. This is ridiculous.

His hands slam against the table with a loud bang. “What are you doing?” he questions, heavily interrogating you as you cower in your seat like a meak mouse. “Does Satoru expect you to monitor my meals?”

He really is nothing but a prisoner, isn’t he?

“What damage could I possibly do with this slob that’s been served to me by the scum of the earth? Start a food fight in the halls? Overthrow the Jujutsu world with a biscuit?” (If that is the case, in your defense, the biscuits are quite hard. There must be a new kitchen hand in training who based them.) This is a horrible day.

As Geto impatiently awaits your answer, a deep breath escapes your lips— perhaps a way to soothe your heartbeat into something less than a record-breaking speed— and you attempt to focus your stress and fear into a fleeting moment of zen. Your large eyes shut for a total of three seconds; one, two, three…before opening again. This time, as his own eyes make contact with yours, they’re shining with slightly more confidence than before as you swallow hard and settle your gaze on Geto— the look in your eyes evolving from that of anxiety to empathy. 

“Actually,” your lips rise into a thin smile, “Gojo Satoru didn’t send me here, the higher ups did.”

Your eyes search Geto’s for any signs of discomfort or inner rage that could be boiling beneath the surface of his poker face. It appears that he’s grown even stronger at hiding his true emotions towards humans; however, you can see through the veil. Yes, it’s thick and difficult to brush past, but there’s a slight opening in the center that you peek inside— and what you can see in his heart is a man who simply wants to finally do what’s right. 

“The higher ups are aware that Gojo Satoru has a soft spot for you— hell, everyone who knows your name is aware that when it comes to you, he has no reason. He has no right of mind. I’m only here to monitor and report your progress in an honest manner. That’s it. That’s all. I promise I won’t intrude on your life more than necessary.” 

Shit.

“I’m sorry, Geto Suguru…but you’re stuck with me.”

It’s as if his left and right sides are arguing between themselves. His good conscience says that he should give you a chance, perhaps you could be different than the monstrous humans that attempted to kill his beloved Mimiko and Nanako; while his bad conscience tells him to let out one of his cursed spirits to devour you where you stand. Listening to his right side would definitely get him his best case scenario…a chance to see his girls again…but the left side would be so much more enjoyable. Oh well. At least the higher ups sent someone somewhat his age and not an ancient and decaying corpse like themselves. That’s a disgusting thought. He’d rather be hugged by a hundred humans than be forced to befriend a higher up. A shiver runs through Geto’s spine as a newfound appreciation for you is birthed within him.

“Do you have a name?” Geto taunts as he begins to pick at his meal, slightly disgusted with the stale quality of some of the snacks but nevertheless thankful that he at least has something to subside his aching hunger. “Or should I just call you ‘monkey’ as I do with the rest of your kind?”

That sound?

You’re laughing?

Your giggles are surprisingly pleasant to Geto’s ears as they harmonize into a song that he can imagine himself listening to each morning. Why did you find that funny? He was quite literally insulting your entire existence. Geto is dumbfounded by the strange humor you seem to have, considering that he was being entirely serious with his question. Humans are so strange. He’s never really been able to understand how your peoples’ minds work, but perhaps he could begin to learn the basics. It’s not like he has anything better to do, and some entertainment would be nice. 

He’ll keep you around…it wouldn’t hurt and you can be his companion kind of like a pet.

Pets are cute…

…your smile is cute too.

You smile once more, answering his question with a blush on your face. “Please,” your cheeks redden, “Call me by my name, Suguru.”

YEAR ONE, DAY NINETY-FOUR

“You’re late.” Geto crosses his arms over his chest, exhaling a large breath of air in a loud and annoyed huff as he attempts to seem seriously angered by his new friend’s awful timing. 

It’s nearly twenty minutes past the time that you were supposed to be here; emphasis on supposed. He’s been waiting with his eyes staring at the clock, watching it tick and tick as the time passed by with no you knocking on his door. That’s twenty whole minutes of time in which he was forced to entertain himself rather than listen to your rambles and rants about whatever the latest scandal is in the outside world. You love that pop culture gossip stuff that social media and magazines rave about, and in a weird way, you somewhat remind him of his daughters— personality-wise…not attraction wise…that would be weird. 

Over the past few months, Geto’s grown severely accustomed to the daily routine that you’ve developed, becoming so fond of you that he strangely pictures your smile and recalls your laughter when you aren’t even here. Friendship is a funny thing. He doesn’t think he’s ever had a friend like yourself; yes, Satoru will always be his closest confidant…but his relationship with you is different in a way that he can’t quite put his finger on. He’s never considered anyone else the highlight of his every day like he does you. Your company is the kind of presence that he overwhelmingly enjoys; with such a positive and warm nature exuding comfort to Geto’s loneliness, and your judgment-free outlook on life rivaling his pessimism in a perfect mixture of negativity and optimism. He wishes he’d met you sooner, perhaps when he was a child— and if he had, maybe he wouldn’t have turned out the way he did. 

It’s too bad you would’ve only been an awful human to him back then…he would’ve called you his infamous nickname without batting an eye…a monkey…

…a mere monkey whom he never ever thought he’d develop unwanted feelings for.

For his entire life, Geto always told himself not to fall in love. That love isn’t real. It isn’t obtainable, not when there are people like Satoru in the world— people that you can’t help but love— and then people like him; people who you can’t help but hate. With that being said, he’s never necessarily been looking forward to any potential love matches in his future.

…no matter who he was involved with…

…until he met you.

“Sorry about that, Suguru!” you hustle through the doorway, your appearance a tangled mess with dusty dirt particles littered with gravel. 

There’s a large scratch on your right cheek, not deep or in danger of infection in any way, but noticeable enough that he’s able to see it from a distance. Knowing you, it’s most likely accidentally self-inflicted in some sort of way; you being notorious for tripping or snagging your skin on the sharp end of a table. How do you always manage to be so uncoordinated? Geto can’t help but let out a short laugh, his eyes scrolling up and down your body and taking in your entire appearance, dirt and all. You even manage to make dirt look good. What the fuck? He hates this.

Your voice carries on as you approach him. “I was running on time, but then I saw this adorable shop downtown and I just had to make a stop.” The overexaggerated tone you hold is amusing as your hands wave through the air in a physical storytelling of your experience. The skin of your cheeks is flushed red from your sprint through the city, looking beautiful in resemblance to that of a blooming rose. 

Geto can feel his own face heating up at the sight of you, choosing to shrug nonchalantly in an attempt to seem as if he doesn’t care at all about your dilemma…

…as if he doesn’t care about every second of your everyday…

…as if your overall excitement isn’t the only thing that truly keeps him going nowadays. 

“You tell me these things as if what you do outside of this room matters to me.” He hopes his words mask his rising blush. (Spoiler alert: They don’t.)

Flawlessly, you brush off Geto’s phony disinterest without the slightest acknowledgement. It’s as if the phrase had never even left his lips, with no evidence and proof of insult. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence when the topic of what you do when you’re not with him comes up in conversation, as the prisoner typically tries to ignore his interest in your daily shenanigans— and you can’t deny that it hurts. Most of the time, it feels as if Geto never actually listens to anything you say, and you were able to quickly realize that in the early weeks of your arrangement when the pain began to torment your heart; ripping and shredding it to bits with every eye roll and mocking scoff. You don’t seem to matter in Geto’s point of view. He doesn’t care…at least that’s what you believe. 

In contrast to Geto, you’re an emotional spirit— you crave love.Love is all you’ve ever wanted, needed, and desired. In your time with him, you’ve developed inklings of feelings as well. However, you’ve chosen to let your feelings grow and blossom out of the dirtied patch of grass they were planted in— ignoring the warnings every single person in your life has given you in advance. Despite that, Geto continues to stomp on your budding flowers. He takes a heavy watering can, filled to the brim with hose water, and drowns your garden in the tears that you shed in the privacy of your bedroom. Those tears that are a never ending waterfall due to the fact that you know it isn’t your job to fall in love with your client. Your duty to Jujutsu Society is to help Geto learn to love humans and sorcerers as one in the same and to gain the trust of his community once more— not to love you.

“Okay, before you judge me, at least give me a chance to explain myself.” Stumbling towards Geto, you accidentally trip over your own feet in embarrassment, and proceed to hold out a single flower not yet in bloom. “It’s freshly cut. I saw a bouquet in the window and it caught my eye, because it reminded me of you; but I knew you’d hate a flashy bunch of them so I just bought the one.”

It reminded you of him?

Taking the gift into his own hands, Geto studies it intensely. The rose is a dark shade of red, crimson, or scarlet depending on your vocabulary. The petals are a brighter color while the plushness near the stem turns dark, more sinister as it approaches the thorns lining the sides. Just by looking at the rose, he can understand why it made you think of him. It’s gorgeous, but practically untouchable figuratively and literally. There’s only one angle that he can hold the stem at that doesn’t prick his fingers. Ouch. And he just did the very thing he was being so careful of avoiding.

All his life, he’s never been the kind of person who longed for gifts or compliments, but when coming from the right person…perhaps he is. 

Whilst he struggles to come up with a reply— a simple ‘thank you’ or ‘i appreciate this’— you mentally applaud yourself as you’ve finally found a way to make him speechless…

…but your praise for yourself is short-lived.

He can’t be weak. Not even for you.“I guess it’s not terrible.” Geto throws the flower to the ground and lightly kicks it away with his right foot. As one of the beautiful petals drifts away from the lonely flower, he turns away, not being able to endure the heartbroken look on your face and the offended rose on the floor. Why does he have to be like this? “I’m sure that garbage is all a monkey like you can afford anyways.” Why is he so cruel?

His eyes clench shut as he hears the door begin to close. You’re so gentle even when upset. He admires that about you— you’re the calm to his ever-raging storm, the sailor to his tsunami, and the lifeboat to his wreckage— you’re the most pure-hearted person he knows, and you don’t deserve this awful anger he holds within him. 

Is he…crying?

As tears begin to drip down his cheeks, Geto collapses against the wall with his knees buckling beneath him and his weight crumbling down to a pile of patheticness. He’s just a shell of a man undeserving of someone like you. Soft sobs escape his lips and silent cries fill the hollow room, absent of your joy, crying out until he notices the faint outline of the young rose beside him. With the flick of his hand, he snatches the flower off the ground and lifts the thorny plant with careful hands— finally and truly understanding your meaning behind the gift. This is how you see him? He’s dreadful and hurtful to others on the outside, prickling kind people away with his thorns…but when encouraged and supported, he has the potential to become something beautiful.

Someone that could one day be compared to the beauty that is of a blooming rose. 

With the budding rose in his grasp, Geto sits alone. He realizes that he’s only able to become that person with the help of you. You’re the only person that has even come close to seeing him for who he truly is; aside from Satoru you’re the only person who would think of giving such a gift to the number one enemy of the Jujutsu world. You’re the only person who he’s ever come to feel true and honest romantic love towards. 

Geto has to become better. Not only for himself and Satoru…but now, for you.

⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀thank you for reading! reblogs are greatly appreciated! ⋆⋆⋆⠀ ⠀i promise i'll post the next 2 parts soon pls be patient :3

[reiderwriter]

hi 💖 I’m literally ✨obsessed✨ with your writing atm and I’ve never done a request before so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity!!

I would love to read an established couple fic where reader drops by !professor spencer’s office and spicy times ensue 🌶️👀 the trope where reader is inexplicably jealous of the girls auditing his class gets me every 🤌 single 🤌 time 🤌 (but don’t feel like you have to include that trope!! I’m a sucker for any !professor spencer smut lmao)

- 🐺 anon

A/N: Thank you sm for your request!! I am also slightly unhinged about Professor Spencer (I think this is my second one this month lmao) so I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: use of sir, degradation, fingering, no contraception, PinV sex, semi-public sex, jealous reader (she's like 27 beefing with undergrads), age-gap (15 years), Spencer keeps a souvenir of her visit 😊. Also I don't even know if American lecturers have office hours, so like... For context I am a European living in SK lmao. 18+ MINORS DNI

W/C: ~2k

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You’d lost count of how many times you’d visited Spencer in his office now that he’d started lecturing semi-regularly. The break from his regular activities as a member of the BAU suited him well, and you had no complaints either, loving having an excuse to drop by the college campus he was based on to visit the cute student-run coffee shops and explore the space. And since you’d started working from home while you wrote your novel, you definitely had the time to visit.

Usually, you’d find him in some lecture theatre or the other, but having walked around all his regularly scheduled rooms, he was nowhere in sight. You shrugged a little, figuring that he must be in his office if he was nowhere else. You were right, of course, but he wasn’t exactly alone.

A line of undergrads had formed at his door as you noticed the sign pinned to his door mentioned his updated office hours for the semester in the run-up to finals week. Typical. You were never the best-timed person, and you could see that you weren’t going to get his attention for a while from the look of all the students. You waited outside for him to open the door and summon the next student into his office, settling onto a couch opposite his door.

You weren’t trying to listen in to the multiple conversations going on, but you couldn’t help it when they were being so loud and open.

“God, he’s so fucking hot, I just want him to bend me over that desk and-”

“-wonder if he’s single. If he is, I’m totally going to make a move-”

“-I just know it’s big-”

“- in that lecture about the serial rapist, all I could think about was his hands-”

You blushed a little deeper with each of their confessions. They didn’t know who you were, of course they didn’t, and you sure as hell weren’t going to tell them. But now you knew why it was that they were here, and honestly, you couldn’t blame them for lusting after the man, you’d done the same thing. Your relationship had started in a similar way. You’d knocked on the doors of the FBI with a case back when you were a journalist, and been met with those big brown eyes and it had taken your entire strength to not jump him then and there.

So you understood. But you didn’t have to like it, and you certainly did not. The longer you sat there, the older you felt, constantly resisting the urge to yell at these kids in an old maid's way. Gods he was old enough to be some of these girls’ fathers. You weren’t exactly close in age with him yourself, a gap of about 15 years separating the two of you, but come on.

The door to his office finally cracked open, and you followed the sound of his voice, still rambling out facts as he let the student out.

“Now that you have the difference between stressor and trigger down, you’ll find it easier to interpret some of the readings, just keep in mind that sometimes they can be one and the same.” The student nodded and thanked him before leaving, a slightly disappointed look shadowing her face.

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” His smile lit up the second he saw you, and you held out the coffee you’d bought him earlier to him.

“Thought I’d drop in and see you. I missed you.” Maybe it was petty of you in front of literal teenagers and people who couldn’t even legally drink yet, but you wrapped a hand around his waist, underneath his suit jacket, and looked up at him with a big grin, fluttering your eyelashes. He looked at you with knotted eyebrows, trying to decode your words as if they were the key to cracking a case he was working on.

You felt the eyes of the students burning into you, heard them whispering to each other and your grin deepened. You’d marked your territory successfully.

“I’m sorry, I’ve got office hours for the next 25 minutes, do you mind waiting?” He looked apologetically down at you, speaking with a bit of an awkward tone, not used to the notable PDA.

“That’s fine. I can wait out here, right?” You asked, trying to give him your most innocent look. He nodded his assent, and you returned to your seat, grabbing a book from your bag and settling in as he welcomed the next student to his office.

An hour later, all the students had finally dispersed. A fair few of them had given up after you made your identity known, embarrassingly slinking away from the queue, but a fair few had stuck it out, still just wanting a glimpse of him. The conversation had dimmed though, now back on the topic of college parties and TikTok stars or something.

When the final student slipped out of the office, you jumped up enthusiastically and joined Reid inside, letting yourself in with a small knock and a sing-song “professor.”

He was sat at his desk, glasses perched on his nose looking down at some papers, and looking as attractive as he had the day you’d met him. You slunk over to him, swirling his chair around so you could sit on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing a deep kiss to his lips.

“What’s gotten into you today?” He asked, grabbing your hips and pulling you closer to him, obviously not objecting to the sudden physicality of your affection. “It’s not an anniversary, we’re only on our 1,813th day of dating which doesn’t mark any milestones or other special cultural holidays, so what gives.”

“You know I love it when you talk numbers to me.”

“You know I love it even more when you spill and tell me what’s going on? Come on, Y/N, something’s different.” You pouted at this goddamn superhuman perception. It was going to be embarrassing to admit that you saw the gaggle of girls that had been crowding around his office as competition.

“There were a lot of students today.” You said, simply changing the topic a bit, hoping you wouldn’t have to explicitly name the green-eyed monster that had taken over you.

“Not really, that’s about the amount I get every time I open office hours.”

“Every time?” He’d told you often that you were an absolutely open book, your facial expressions baring your every thought and feeling. So you cursed yourself at the pout you felt forming on your lips.

“Woah, what was that? Y/N, are you… are you jealous?”He laughed a little bit as your frown deepened, a flush coming up to cover your face.

“So what if I am?”

“Have I not been paying enough attention to you, baby?” He trailed his hand up between your thighs and your breath hitched as you felt the tone of the conversation immediately shift.

“They were talking about you, y’know?” your breath hitched at the last word, as his hand found its way to your clit, beginning to press the tiniest of circles around that nerve.

“Oh? What were they saying that made my princess so upset?” The hand gripping your hip was nearly painful now, as he clasped you tightly, letting your legs spread for him as he slowly picked up the pace, your back now flush against his chest as he looked down to between your legs from over your shoulder. Your head was thrown back against him, your chest rising and falling with every small movement.

“They were talking a-about your hands,” you moaned out. His eyes stayed fixed on your center, but his free hand trailed up to your blouse, popping a few buttons expertly so he could see the rise and form of your chest, see your nipples sticking out through the thin bra you’d chosen that morning.

“Hmm, is that it baby? They just talked about these hands?” He continued at his agonizing pace on your clit as his hand lifted to your nipples, pulling one breast free of your bra and beginning to roll it between his fingers. You writhed at the touch, trying desperately to keep quiet, knowing from your time outside just how thin these walls were.

“Baby, I think you didn’t hear me. Was that all they said?” His tone was darker now, and you knew you had to answer before he made you.

“No!” You moaned out, trying to gain back some composure when all you wanted to do was relax into his hands and let him pull your release from you. “They… they said they knew you were big… Down there.” He laughed a little at that and shifted his hips underneath you.

“And are they correct baby?” You feel him pressing against your leg now and it takes everything in you not to let your eyes roll back in pleasure and let him use you as he wants.

“Yes, sir. They were… they were right, you always fill me up so good.” Your hips start grinding down into his, his hand stilling as you use him to get yourself off.

“There’s something else they said, right, baby? You’re holding something back?” He smiled, dropping hot open-mouthed kisses to your neck as you frantically rubbed yourself up against him. Your moans were ripping out from your mouth now in frustrated moans, as you felt needy in a way you’d never quite experienced before.

“Stop teasing, Spencer.”

“No. This is my office, and you come in draping yourself all over me like a whore in front of all of my students. You don’t get to call me Spencer right now, you’re going to have to show a little bit more respect.” With those words he pushed you up to your feet, pulling his hands off of you before quickly clearing a space on the desk and bending you over it.

“I heard this bit. They said they wanted me to bend them over and take them like this, right?” You heard him unzip his pants, bringing the tip of his cock to your entrance as he started teasing you, pulling your panties to the side. You moaned out a yes, but that wasn’t enough for him anymore.

“Use your words, baby. What did they want me to do to them?”

“They wanted you to bend them over the desk and fuck them like a little whore, sir.” With that confession out in the open, he finally pushed into you, stretching you out with a sinful groan slipping from his mouth.

“Fuck baby, so tight and wet for me…” His thrusts were hard and slow, and you could feel the wetness seeping down your legs, the wet sounds of your activity filling the space infinitely. His pace picked up and so did your constant mewls from the contact, the sounds completely unmistakable for anything but base lust.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, sweetheart. Going to come, right here on my cock in my office, huh?”

“Yes, sir, I’m going to…. Shit, I’m going to cum.” He grabbed your hair and pulled your face up to his, swallowing each of your moans with his mouth as he let his tongue explore, your body twitching still under his ministrations. He kept his rough pace up for another minute or two before hitting his peak as well, pulling out to empty himself out on your thighs.

“Shit, Y/N,” he mumbled, falling back into his chair and running a hand through his tousled hair as you fell forward back into the desk, chest heaving. He was at eye level with the results of his labour and you heard the sound of his phone camera clicking before you could pull yourself together.

“Spencer!” You giggled awkwardly, looking back at him with an incredulous look as he pulled some tissues out of the desk drawer and started cleaning you up.

“What? I always take notes during my office hours.” He grinned up at you, as you turned around and planted another kiss to his lips, pulling him back up to you.

“How many students do you think will actually turn up to your class tomorrow?”

“I’ll be lucky if the module actually has any sign-ups next term.”

[ohimsummer]

been thinking about the alternate ending to being w/ fuckboy! Jean where he abandons reader and they end up w/ Connie

content: fem! reader x connie, unrequited love, ft. Jean, modern!au, established relationship, soooort of angsty ig?

Jean fucked up.

He started having feelings about his wrongdoings once he grew out of his childish, immature, college freshman personality. It was a few years after graduation, where he’d finally started acting like a real adult with responsibilities. When he stopped being an asshole and treating girls like toys just there for his amusement. When he lay amongst cold sheets at night, alone, craving more than just the high of a one-night-stand. It was on one of those empty, quiet nights that he knew he fucked up with you.

You’d been head-over-heels infatuated with him, and terrible at hiding it. Easy pickings for Jean at the time, he loved girls like you; they jumped at the thought of Jean claiming them, not aware he’d leave them heartbroken and falling apart in a couple of weeks. All you knew was that the handsome face you adored was giving you his attention. Jean was pulling you into him and holding off other admirers who definitely had better intentions for you. You didn’t know Jean was just using you for a quick fuck, and would ditch you the moment he grew tired of your company.

That moment came sooner than you were ready for. You couldn’t have been together more than a month. Jean slept with you a few times, and then completely ghosted you after. He knew you wouldn’t confront him in front of his friends, and it was almost effortless to avoid you around campus. You caught on way quicker than past partners of his, or maybe you were just less desperate. It took less than a week for you to give up your efforts, and trying to purge Jean from your mind.

One of his best friends, Connie, had a crush on you, Connie didn’t like the way Jean had treated you, especially knowing that Jean knew he liked you. Jean didn’t care. He did what he wanted, not giving too much of a fuck about how Connie felt. ‘You can still have her.’, he said, totally insensitive to the situation.’I’m done with her now.’  Jean thought Connie stopped pursuing you, having never mentioned your name again. He assumed Connie was just jealous and put-off that he’d gotten to you first. 

It was six months later that Jean found out the truth, and only by pure luck. He caught a glimpse of you at Connie’s house after showing up unannounced, rushing back into his bedroom wrapped in a towel and quietly shutting the door behind you.

“Who was that?”, he asks Connie.

Connie glances over his shoulder, nibbling on his bottom lip before he answers.”Ah, my girl’s back there showering.”

That’s all he would say, and all Jean would ask. He stayed over for a few minutes to talk to Connie before his friend ushered him out. “Going out with my girl for a while. We can talk later, yeah?”

“Uh..yeah.”

He never asked again, and Connie never brought you up, except only in passing. And now Jean lay here, years later, isolated and bored in his room, craving touch and your touch specifically. He vaguely remembers the ghost of your fingertips clutching onto him for dear life years ago, never wanting to let him go. How tight you used to hold his hand, how bright your smile was when Jean would kiss your knuckles and lie to you about putting a ring on your finger some day. His stomach drops when he recalls that grief-stricken look you gave him when you realized he didn’t actually love you. That shattered stare you gave him from across the room as you watched some girl cling to him, and Jean pretending not to notice you. The thought makes him sick. He thinks about how different he felt with you, how much you loved to love him and how good it felt to be around you. How he just ignored that unique feeling of love he had for you, and threw it all away because he was stupid and just interested in using people for his own pleasure. He’d never get the chance to have you back or make it up to you, and he was reminded of it every time he glanced at the little silver ring hanging from a chain around your neck.

He really fucked up.

[luneshallshine]

✂ txt as my favorite romance tropes

hello! this is my first work, i had no idea it would take me so long to set everything up lolol. 

anywho! each txt member will have a fluffy trope and each will have their own confession scenario. (i totally went overboard w yeonjun’s and beomgyu’s)

fluffy and cliche tropes, gn!reader, use of profanity 

ღ yeonjun, older sibling's friend/older childhood friend

♫ playing now : i wait by day6 & but you by ikon

yeonjun gives off that protective mentor type vibe

you and him would have grown up together

making his feelings seem 10x more awkward (in his eyes at least)

he went from thinking you were some little sibling to him, to an attractive person overnight it seems

he would never ever try anything until you were both adults, though even after you turned 18, he didn’t do jack shit

if you have an older sibling, they would’ve AUTOMATICALLY caught on once yeonjun and them got into high school

“ayo, why do you keep wanting to hang out at my house anyway?”

“... no comment..?”

naH because this man started giving you the cold shoulder when he hit high school

“why?”, you may ask

well because he was afraid if he saw you smile at him, he’d fall even deeper

at that point in his life, having you scowl at him was better

man was patient for a lifetime (to him at least)

he was always looking for a hint from you, just one hint!

the hint came to him on your 20th birthday

 when it was your 20th birthday, guess who was the first to wish you happy bday at 12:00 am? ding ding, it was mr. choi yeonjun. it was a heartfelt message, one that felt more sentimental than past years, for whatever reason.

 “happy birthday y/n. you’re already 20, that’s insane. feels like just yesterday you were hiding behind me because the lights were off in your house. i hope i have been a good friend and role model to you this whole time. i’ll see you later today.

yeonjun :)”

 the reason why it felt so sad? yeonjun was giving up on you. you had given him no hints, and yeonjun had to accept that maybe it wasn’t meant to be. maybe your age gap was too large for you. 

 then it was time for your bday party, yeonjun wanted to go out with a bang. he wore a nice black shirt with fitting black jeans, he had recently dyed his hair an ashy gray, so his look was very low maintenance but effective. his heart pounded as he drove to your place with care, your presents secured in his passenger seat. even though he was a complete mess on the inside, a smile was plastered on his face, never leaving.

 then he saw you, all dolled and tidied up for your birthday party. you had opened the door for him, exclaiming that he was the first one there, he expected no less. your smile calmed his hyperventilating heart, your eyes that eagerly surveyed your presents in his hand seemed to hypnotize him. your sweet voice thanking him for coming repeated in his head long after greetings were done. he was totally whipped.

 he watched as you (cutely) scurried around, trying to make sure everything is absolutely perfect for your other guests. 

“you came so early, you know, i wasn’t ready!” you whined, a pout forming on your lips.

 he apologized with no real sincerity, he was glad only he could see you like this, all flustered and worried. when you felt fully satisfied, you walked back to him, he was sprawled on the couch, his phone holding his attention. he could feel your gaze on him almost instantly, and locked eyes with you, his phone not leaving his hands.

“all done?” yeonjun asked, sitting up fully.

“yeah, do you like it?” you replied, your eyes lighting up like stars.

 his eyes took a quick swipe of the living room, the decorations were in no way fancy or perfect, but it was just so you that he couldn’t help but love it. a smile crept onto his face, and he turned to you. he was about to compliment you when he was taken aback by the expecting look on your face. your eyes were wide and a small but noticeable smile was on that face he loved. he found himself stumbling over his words as he scratched the back of his neck.

“yeah uh, i like the decorations, they’re..um..very cute,” he said, looking away. 

 his face was heating up, god, the things you do to his heart. he heard you giggle in satisfaction, your warmth leaving his perimeter. 

this bday party was going to be so fucking dangerous. 

 when it was time for you to open the presents, yeonjun stood off to the side, not wanting to get too close to the crowd, just incase anyone could hear his heart pound from anxiety. he drowned out everything but your voice, and he was just waiting for you to say his name.

“whose gift is this? oh! yeonjun!” 

 his ears perked up like a cat’s, and he peered over your guests’ shoulders, and he saw you unwrapping your gifts. he had gone all out, spending well over $70 for all your gifts. he really wanted to make sure you wouldn’t forget him. he swore he could’ve died happy when he saw the gigantic smile on your face, one that meant that he did a good job. 

 a sour taste erupted in his mouth, thoughts of you smiling for anyone other than him invaded his mind. however he knew he couldn’t think that way, you weren’t an object for him to own, but he just wanted to clip your wings so that you couldn’t fly away.

 he doesn’t know how he got there, but he found himself standing alone outside your house, the party still raging on. he sat on the space in front of your door, thinking that this might be the last time he ever gets to do this. he always though that the sky looked prettier when he looked at it from your door. the front door was slightly ajar, just enough so yeonjun wouldn’t have to worry about being locked out. he heard the door slightly creak open, and he turned to see you peaking through the doorway.

“oh it’s just you, i was worried because the front door was open. what are you doing here all alone?” you asked, coming to sit down next to him. 

 words couldn’t form in his mouth, he just stared at your face. the face he had grown to love over the many years he’s known you, the face that he would wipe tears off of when someone had dared to hurt you, the face he would think of when he was stressed out, the face he loved so dearly. he wanted to respond to your question, but his throat choked up and he found himself tearing up.

“hey y/n?”

“yeah?”

“would you miss me if i moved away?”

“what kind of a question is that?! of course i would! you’re one of my closest friends.”

“friend..”

 now you were worried, he wasn’t thinking of actually moving right? he looked up at you and all he could see was your lips, he did want to go out with a bang. suddenly all you could hear was the beating of your hearts. 

“i like you, y/n. i’ve liked you for years now,” yeonjun said, looking into your eyes for a hint once more.

 you smiled and held his face.

“kiss me then.”

ღ soobin, secret admirer (the simp who won)

♫ playing now : chocolate by day6

i definitely see soobin as a really attentive person

someone who will study the person he likes so he can make them the happiest if they were to date

he was your classmate in one of your classes, and you only talked to him because of a school project

but, let’s be honest, you probably thought he was cute even before that

because, LOOK AT HIM

after that school project, soobin probably fell hella hard

(sorry to my fellow lazy and shy folks) i feel like he would only fall for you if you were either someone who took initiative or who did your part well

i see him as someone who wants an independent but kind partner

BUT, let’s just say he fell for you no matter what you are

he would start to say good morning/afternoon to you everyday

and you also started getting presents on/in your desk or in your locker

he would listen to you talk to your friends and look at what snacks you would bring, just so he could buy things for you

he would get you a lot of sweets if you like them!

he’s really shy so i feel like he would doubt his abilities to win you over head-on :(

but he’s also not good at hiding shit

like he would give away so many hints without even knowing it

like atp everyone in the class knows, soobin can’t be slick to save his life

he would accidently drop the receipts for things he bought on the floor, RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU, and walk away like nothing happened

needless to say, you caught on quick :)

 the bell rang, signaling that class was over, and you heard your classmates sigh in relief. you held a chocolate bar that you had found on your desk from your secret admirer and you felt it slowly melt from your hand’s heat. your classmates started to stand up as the teacher dismissed you all, your seatmate, soobin stood up rather fast; it looked like he was really eager to get home. as he stood up to leave, you saw something drop from his pant’s pocket, it was white and looked clumped up together. you left your seat to pick it up, your nosy self uncrumpled it to see what it was; only to see multiple receipts of things you recognized. chocolate bars, flowers, cards? you stared a bit harder before you realized. you chuckled, only soobin would be so clumsy as to expose himself.

“soobin! you dropped something,” you said, making his ears perk up.

 he turned around and you saw his face drop. you felt really bad as you could the panic from across the classroom.

“u-uh, thank you! i don’t need those anymore, i’m gonna go!” he yelled, running out of the classroom in a frenzy.

 you giggled slightly, standing up to see if you could catch him before he left the building. 

 you managed to catch up to him before he left through the front doors, and grabbed his arm.

“soobin let’s talk-”

“no! i already know what you’re going to say, i...i’m not good enough for you,” soobin said, slight sniffles coming from him.

 you smiled, tugging his arm a bit harder. 

“you can’t put words in my mouth soobin,” you said, looking at him straight in the eye.

 he tried to stammer protests, but his body was jell-o the second you touched his arm. he could only helplessly follow you, like a moth to a flame. you stopped once you guys were somewhere where no one was around, you sighed as you watched him wipe his tears.

“were you the one giving me those gifts?” you asked.

 he looked away as he nodded shyly.

“i like you too soobin, so please look at me,” you said, smiling as he turned his head around quickly.

“really?!” he exclaimed, his eyes brightening.

 you nodded and got the wind absolutely knocked out of you as he hugged you vigorously, he definitely forgot he was a 6′1′’ giant. 

ღ beomgyu, bringing strangers together because of a secret (think maid-sama)

♫ playing now : stereotype by stayc & after school by weeekly

ok so we know that beomgyu was in a band predebut

now what if we think of an au where he was in an underground rock band, like delinquent level

you and your classmates see him as that one guy who could potentially be considered a “quiet kid” with his long hair and all

for context i’m basing this off of lovesong!beomgyu

he ignored the teacher when asked to introduce himself on the first day so none of yall knew his name until the teacher called on him a week later

i know that beomgyu is extremely hyper, but let’s pretend he’s not bc he’s not comfortable w his classmates yet (well, gyu, you never WILL be if you don’t try but ok!)

you kinda forgot he was in your class ngl

mans does not talk at all 

one day you were hanging out with some friends after school and one of your friends suggested you try and sneak into a band’s show 

and of course you all loveeee bad ideas!

the band you guys chose was a rock band that had a guy on the cover of the poster

he had long messy hair and only the bottom half of his face was showing

he was smiling and his smile was hot to you so that’s why you chose it-

when you guys did manage to sneak in, you looked at the stage and immediately regretted your decision

was-

was that fucking beomgyu?!

the loner?!

the quiet kid?!

you wanted to nope out of there but most of your friends wanted to stay because they thought the band members were attractive

“noooo you don’t understand that’s my classm-”

you looked up and beomgyu was staring at you like (⊙o⊙)

“FUCKKKK”

 the music was blaring as your friends tugged you through the crowd, getting closer to the stage. for some reason, your heart was fluttering as you heard a husky voice sing, it was beomgyu. his eyes never left you even as he sang, he smiled and all your friends started freaking out.

“omg omg, did you see that! he’s staring right at us!” 

 you felt your face going red as you quietly left your friends, you weaved through the sea of cheering people, making it to a bathroom. you opened the door and walked in, the band’s sound even made it to the bathroom but you could still make out some noises in the stalls. 

“no way.”

 people were actually fucking in the bathroom stalls. you booked it out of there so fast you could’ve beat usain bolt. you crouched down next to the door and put a hand over your chest to calm your nerves. this place does not fit me at all, how does he handle this?? you did deep breaths as you walked slowly back to the main stage, only to be stopped by a guy in a black hoodie. 

“hey you’re pretty cute, you come here often?” he said, inching closer to you.

 you shook your head as you tried to walk past him, only to feel his hand on your shoulder. he gripped your shoulder tightly and you were about to slap his hand away when suddenly you felt someone pull you away. you looked up to thank your savior and locked eyes with beomgyu. he looked at you and his eyes ran over your face to see any signs of injuries, when he found none he smiled and looked back at the guy who tried to hit on you.

“how about you don’t grab one of my fans?” beomgyu said, pushing the guy back. 

 i’m not even your fan but okay beomgyu. the guy put his hands up in defeat as he walked past the two of you, and you got the chance to be alone with beomgyu. his hands were still protectively wrapped around your shoulders.

“...please don’t tell anyone you saw me here,” beomgyu said, looking at you with pleading eyes.

“i didn’t even think of reporting you, don’t worry. i think it’s cool that you have a hobby like this, even though our school banned, you know, going to a club with alcohol,” you replied, watching as the tension released from his body.

“thank you, thank you so much y/n,” he bowed and then released his grip on you. 

 for the next coming weeks, beomgyu started to talk to you. he would come up to you at lunch to ask you if you wanted to eat together, to which you always said “yes, but what do i get out of it?”. the decided deal was he would sing for you and you would eat with him. you grew to love his voice, and you always brought an extra water bottle for him just incase his throat got dry.

 one day he handed you a flyer for his band’s next show. the flyer had half of his face once again, and he was pointing at the camera with that same smile you had grown to admire.

“can you come by yourself..?” he asked, looking away.

“sure thing.”

“just make sure to come a little earlier than the time written down there. ok?”

 you nodded as he turned around and walked off, with a little bit more pep in his step. he was glad that he had finally made a friend. 

 when you walked in, you handed the bouncer the flyer beomgyu had given you and the bouncer smiled at you knowingly. you gave the bouncer a confused look and they leaned into your ear.

“so you’re the person he keeps talking about!”

“..wha..?”

 the bouncer merely ushered you inside, and you were greeted with the sound of the band tuning their instruments. you walked up to the stage and beomgyu looked at you with surprise.

“what? you didn’t think i would come?” you asked.

“no! i never said that! you just look good that’s all,” he said, flustering you a bit.

“so i didn’t before?”

 he let out a groan before he put down his guitar and hopped the stage to talk to you face to face. 

“i hope you listen closely tonight.”

“why?”

 he smiled, more bright than he did at school, and put his hand on his neck.

“i just worked really hard is all.”

 when the music began, beomgyu was already staring at you HARD. goddamn y/n, you sure are a looker. you sure aren’t dumb, i mean unless you are, but you could tell that this song was going to be for you. his mouth opened and all you could hear was him, him, and him. the crowd’s screams, his member’s voices and instruments, they all suddenly didn’t exist. 

 time sped by so fast, and you couldn’t believe it had already been an hour. the band bowed as the crowd applauded, and you waited for beomgyu to come to you. he leaped off the stage once more, and when he got close enough. you hugged him and your faces were closer than ever. 

“if you couldn’t tell, i like you,” beomgyu said.

ღ taehyun, mr. oblivious/dense and his shy but persistent admirer

♫ playing now : some by soyou & 200% by akmu

taehyun sometimes has this clueless look on his face like

⊙0⊙ or ◉◡◉

that’s why i gave him the mr. oblivious trope

if you like him, i feel like you would have to tell him straight up

flirting or courting him won’t work

so this situation could be similar to nozaki-kun

like he is just so DENSE

you could get down on one knee with a ring, and he’d be like “get up the floor is dirty (✿◠‿◠)”

ok maybe not to that extent but you get the idea

this could go on for like MONTHS, everyone around you guys would be able to tell BUT HIM

he’d think that you’re just really nice!

you give him snacks and walk with him when you see him

you say good morning and good afternoon to him

you give him sprite when you have an extra 

yes it is totally because i bought extra and not because i bought it for you taehyun

it would be going on for sO LONG, like are you ok?? are you a masochist?

honestly i would snap after a while

however, since you’re still shy, this confuses taehyun

like why do you give him gifts and say good morning and such, without sticking around to have a conversation with him?

ngl he probably thinks you’re scared of him or smth

like- he thinks he’s unintentionally intimidating you into giving him gifts n shit LOL

he would start to pity you, he wants to talk to you but you always run away

 you’ve had the biggest crush on taehyun for what feels like eternity, and you have done everything you could to convey your feelings. however, being really shy, the words “i like you” are totally not in your vocabulary. every time you see him, you can only manage a simple greeting and gift before scurrying off. you don’t know how his face looks like when he sees you, as you can’t make eye contact with him. does he smile? is he weirded out? you wish you could look him in the eye and be confident enough to confess. 

 however, your defense began to crumble when taehyun decided to start trying to chase after you. after you said your greetings, taehyun would start to ask you about your day so far, how you were, etc. after he began doing that, you decided the only way to keep your heart from bursting, was to ignore him. no more random gifts, no more greetings, and no more interactions. you were fine admiring him from the sidelines, after all, you had been doing that all this time; what’s the difference? 

 how did you end up in this situation? why was taehyun pinning you against the wall of a café you decided to go to this morning? his left arm was above you, and his right hand was politely at his side. his eyes felt like they were staring into your soul. your face was heating up, it was getting hard to breathe. your heart could only thump-thump it’s life out, trying to keep you up-right so you wouldn’t faint.

“why have you been ignoring me?” taehyun asked.

 what?

“i-ignoring you?” you replied, feeling a bit dumb.

“yeah, you haven’t been saying hi to me at all for the past few weeks! what’s the deal?” he asked, his voice raising slightly in volume.

 you began to curl into yourself, hugging the wall for dear life. if you thought it’d be hard to look into his eyes before, it is basically a death sentence now. he sounded so irate, but so hot. 

“i..i’m sorry,” you uttered.

“sorry? no i don’t want a ‘sorry’, i want you to tell me that you’ll talk to me. am i scary or something?” he continued.

“n-no! you’ll never scare me, i just..assumed..,” you felt your throat seizing up.

 he was so close, you could feel his body heat radiating onto you. 

“assumed what, y/n, don’t blue-ball me now. tell me what i did, and we can work this out,” taehyun said, his voice softening when he realized you look smaller then when he first saw you today.

 you felt his concern, he was concerned, for you? why did he want to bother with you? why did he care so much, so much to the point of hunting you down? why? your mind was going a million places, when suddenly taehyun hugged your waist with his right hand, his heartbeat slowly becoming noticeable to you. you looked at him for the first time ever, and took a deep breath. 

“y-youstartedtryingtotalktomeallofasuddenandigotnervous!” you rambled, squeezing your eyes shut. 

“nervous of what y/n? did you think i was trying to hurt you? i could never hurt someone as cute as you, i mean look at you. you’re curled into yourself darling,” taehyun said, the sweetness dripping from his lips.

 he really had no idea how flirty he was being, did he? you heard him call his guy friends and girl friends ‘darling’ before, so you knew you weren’t special. 

“i was nervous that you would notice i -- !” you stopped yourself, sliding down the wall and balling yourself up.

“..lik...ou.”

 your butt was touching the floor now, then you heard taehyun shifting around until he was at the same level as you. you didn’t want to see his facial expression right now.

“what’d you say y/n? please tell me,” he asked.

“ilikeyou,” you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear, “now please leave me alone, i know you don’t like me b-”

 his hand touched the top of your head, and he giggled. 

“you’re so cute angel.” 

“you have to look at me for me to kiss you angel.”

“i know i know, just give me a second.”

 it had been months since you two began dating, and you still didn’t have your first kiss due to your shyness. taehyun decided that on the 3-month mark, you had to let him kiss you (if you said no, then he wouldn’t pressure you, but thankfully you said yes to the plan). 

 now you were sitting on his bed, your head staring at the sheets as taehyun waited for you to look at him like a puppy. since dating him, you realized that taehyun’s love language was physical touch and that you being close to him was important for him to understand that you loved him. 

“take your time angel,” taehyun said, leaning back a tad bit.

 you slowly lifted your head, scanning his entire body, and finally resting on his face. his eyes were expecting you, he smiled as you finally made eye contact. he raised his left hand to caress your face, and he leaned a little closer. his eyes now staring at your lips.

“l-let’s stay like this for a little bit, my heart is pounding too much,” you said, feeling his right hand touch your lower back to bring you closer.

 he hummed in response, and rested his head on your right shoulder, his right hand drawing small circles. he let his left hand fall as he waited patiently, loving the feeling of your warm body touching his. you looked up at the ceiling and realized that you were lucky to find someone who could deal with your shyness, someone who would be okay with just holding hands, or you just sitting next to him. you smiled and tapped taehyun’s shoulder.

“do it.”

“finally.”

ღ huening kai, class clown/social butterfly x student council member

♫ playing now : some by bol4 & attention by newjeans

finally we reached our cutie hyuka

now obviously i don’t know if he’s truly the class clown but his laugh... it RADIATES class clown energy

he IS that class disruption that people want to hate but can’t because he’s so damn cute

probably has students folding for him with his bubbly and humorous personality

but! you being a student council member, you are basically his enemy

someone who’s always trampling on his fun :(

you two probably grew up going to the same schools

he knows who you are and always wants to catch up with you

but you always give him the cold shoulder for whatever reason

you most likely liked him when yall were younger and when you hit high school you wanted to impress him by joining student council

but it backfired because the school needed you to keep up appearances

plus the pressure from your other members :((

yeah you never got the chance to talk to kai once yall began school

it makes him sad to look at you stressing out and losing the sparkle you had when you two were younger

so he tries extra hard to make the class environment happier so when you walk in, you won’t get negative vibes

probably sees you getting scolded by a fellow council member and decides to finally walk up to you and get you to have fun with him

“i asked you to do just one thing! why can’t you do anything right?! god y/n, it’s like you joined student council without getting an education first, why did we get such a dumbass?” 

“i hear what you’re saying, but this is completely inappropriate. if you have a problem with me personally, we can discuss this with our advisor, instead of berating me and embarrassing the entire student council in the public hallway. please go and compose yourself before accusing me of not doing my role.”

 your fellow member stormed off with an eye-roll, and you sighed before turning around to see kai standing there with his eyes wide open.

“wow! you were so cool y/n!” he exclaimed, a smile on his face.

i’m cool..? he thinks i’m cool..? 

“what do you need kai?” you asked, forcing a straight face.

“i just wanted to see if you were ok, i saw that person yelling at you,” kai replied, a pout replacing his smile. 

“well i’m fine, thank you. now please excuse me, i must go home now,” you said, nearing your breaking point.

 nothing seemed to be going right this week, first you fail to do a homework assignment on time, leading to you forgetting about the work your member asked you to do, then you got yelled at in front of multiple students and kai, it really was not your week. you walked into the bathrooms and started to stare at yourself. 

 you joined student council to look cool for kai, but now look at you. heavy eyebags, unkempt hair, lazy school clothes, and no life in your eyes. 

“kai would never want me now..,” you muttered to yourself, mindlessly fixing your wrinkled clothes. 

 you took one more look at yourself, and burst into tears. it was all too much for you. the pressure of keeping up an image, a false image, you wish you could be like kai. he was free and constantly expressing himself in ways you could never think of for yourself. you were jealous of him, you wanted to get the wings you were sure he was gifted. 

 you washed your face lightly and stepped out of the bathroom, and felt a giant force come from your right as someone hugged you with a ton of vigor.

“e-excuse me!” you yelled, looking at your attacker.

 kai merely glanced down at you with 10 peoples’ worth of pity. was..was he listening to you cry? 

“let’s go have fun, y/n, please?”

 turns out his idea of “fun”, was dragging you to an arcade. the whole time, he was urging you to find a game you wanted to play together, but his eyes kept drifting to the stuffie claw game. after playing a few games of your choice, you walked over to the claw machine, staring intently at which one he would like.

“kai, choose one. i’ll try and get it for you,” you said. 

“choose one? i was going to ask you to choose one for yourself..i am the one who invited you after all, but if you insist!” he replied, proceeding to stick his face onto the glass.

 you giggled as he saw his nose sploosh against the glass as he stared at the stuffies with endless child-like curiosity. you knew damn well he would not be able to pick one, so you tapped his shoulder to get him out of his stuffie-drunk state.

“you’re not going to be able to pick just one, i know, let me just get one for you so we can go home,” you said, gently pushing him aside.

 kai pouted but nodded as he watched you get into position. he watched intently as the arm moved to the right, then to the left, and slowly..slowly went down, and grabbed a stuffie that looked just like you. 

“here,” you handed him the stuffie.

 he started to giggle slightly.

“it looks just like you! it has your angry eyes and your cute cheeks!” he said, poking the stuffie all over its face.

 he hugged the stuffie tightly. 

“you should just hug me then. i look just like it anyways,” you said, looking away in embarrassment. 

 a loud gasp came from him, and you got tackled, nearly crashing into the claw machine. 

“ahh i love you! you’re so cute when you talk to me!” kai squealed, hugging you like you were going to disappear.

“you love me?”

 now after you two started dating, kai made an effort to be the most ANNOYING couple ever. 

random hallway tummy rubs?

check.

bursting into your classroom just to say he loves you?

check.

carrying you on his back when you slightly trip?

check. 

being extremely cheesy and cringy?

check, check, and check.

 have fun with this giant ass penguin who probably does not understand personal boundaries.

...and we’re done! this is my first work, and it took me like 2 and a half weeks to finish. :// 

using the tag “  ღ the lune sees all “ will show all my written works, please expect more from me!

almost none of my works will be proofread, since i am...really...really lazy.

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[sadie-bug345]

OK so I was wondering if you could do greasers head canons x gn!Goth s/o who just moved to town, and everyone, both socials and greasers are scared of them because everyone thinks that they’re a witch I know that’s super specific, but it’s an idea that’s been in my head for a really long time 

Thanks pookieeeee! Much love your writing is my addiction

i’m twinning with @urlocalnonbinarybastard !! go check out their amazing blog‼️🫵‼️

anyways pony is def intimidated by you

yet also intrigued 🤨

he honestly just thinks the whole mystery aspect of your personality and vibe is quite literary LMAO

def wants to match your fits you cannot convince me he doesn’t🫶

johnny noticed you and just kinda always had you in the back of his mind

like he just couldn’t stop thinking abt you

which i think is super sweet😭🥰

you guys are actually the cutest together like just the vibes match

and no one messes w yall PERIOD

soda was a little surprised when he had a crush on you

like he’s used to dating the cherry type (no hate to cherry cause id date her too🤷‍♂️💞)

anyways you guys are both night and day

givingggg black cat golden retriever

which i LOVE BTW

you guys are deffff a power couple

darry was prob really intimidated cause there were lots of rumors going on abt you

and guy doesn’t really get out much cause he spends most weekdays working like crazy

so he didn’t really get to meet you for himself for a while

but once he did actually interact w you he’s like TOTALLY crushing

you seem very sure of yourself and being around 14 year old kid brother pony, darry wasn’t really used to that

probably the most surprising couple here which just makes it better 🫶

yours and dally’s vibes definitely match

but guy was fr scared

so he’d probably cover that up with dumb comments

BUT you hold your own against him and he ends up regretting it

(this is like the first time in his life he’s actually thought abt other peoples feelings 😐)

asks you out a little after and you’re just like

”uhhh…ok🤷‍♂️”

POWER COUPLE.

two bit and you mainly just bond thru humor

other than that it’s a very opposites attract situation

you have really dark humor which two bit wasn’t expecting cause of your rep

but he LOVES IT

you guys just have inside joke after inside joke

and you guys have that “F WHAT ANYONE THINKS” mentality💞

steve prob saw you at a gas station

or soda mentioned you to him and he’s like

”i gotta know more🧐” LMAO

you guys are actually really cute

hes really sweet to you

and promises to punch anyone who says anything remotely negative abt you💀

go check out @urlocalnonbinarybastardwrites’s blog!!! they have amazing content there🫶🙏😀🥰 ANYWAYS MY INBOX IS OPEN!!

[hexalianrebel-blackfeathers]

Squid Surge

Panda’s Notes:  We all know Olivia Octavius is prime ler material, but in 6 whole years, I haven't seen a thing. So here's a thing. >w< Blame @carrie-tate for this one. I love this picture.

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There’s something about staring into the pulsating epicenter of an interdimensional rift that changes you.

There’s something about losing your lab’s main source of funding that changes you too, but that’s neither here nor there.

The last few months were spent on research. Peter Parker had reportedly been 26 years old when he died…Spiderman had only appeared in the city about a decade ago, give or take. It had been barely a year after that first appearance when she and Spiderman became recurring enemies.

Sixteen years old. Maybe seventeen. She’d been fighting over and over—reworking and redesigning machine after machine—to fight a child. It was a bit funny, to say the least; in fact, it explained a lot. His terrible humor; his exaggerated voices for those first few years; his…unorthodox plans.

…She would miss him. In a sense, of course.

The universe is a funny thing though. Hardly a day after Peter was gone, three entirely different Spider-characters had given her a hell of a fight in the woods just outside of Alchemax. One of them being a nearly-identical—not counting the obvious difference in age—Peter Parker, and another with the ability to turn completely invisible. Now, that was something.

The one with the invisibility power; he’d first appeared in the Alchemax building alongside that second Peter, in a terrible store-bought spider suit and barely able to use his ability consistently. It was kind of adorable, like watching a kitten’s first attempts to climb. In the heat of the chase, it touched something human deep inside of her—She’d have to make a note to fix that—and she couldn’t help teasing him a bit in the moment.

The next day had been the collider’s final one. Six Spiders in total, five of which disappeared through the fluctuating rifts. She’d made the mistake of believing the smallest one—who showed up in a black-and-red suit after showing off his invisibility—was a seventh variant, but it’d only lasted a moment. The others had recognized him; they were so happy to see him. It might have felt nice to kill him, in that moment.

But she hadn’t; she honestly didn’t fully remember what happened. She awoke on a hard surface, her pneumatic arms clutching for purchase on something. Blood was running down her face and some bone somewhere was definitely broken. The whole chamber was filled with light in colors she had never imagined. The air was being pulled toward one of the portal generators; the temperature shifted wildly as everything swirled, and for just a fleeting moment, she had a glimpse into a web of something infinite and indescribable.

So, yeah. Minor Existential Quandary. No big deal. Not an issue at all.

Recovery was an interesting time spent between different casts and braces, readjusting actuators and programs. No one took much notice; lying low between the chaotic moments was something she took a sort of pride in. The news droned on in the background every time; the word on the street was a particular, brand-new black-suit Spiderman. She was curious about him; she admired his sacrifice. But days turned to weeks, turned to months. He didn’t disappear; he didn’t falter; if anything, he was improving quickly for such a small thing. He was supposed to be here, in this dimension.

That brings us back to this. She’d wracked her brain trying to remember that night. The whole week had become a bit fuzzy with the head injury, but something stuck about. Miles. Spoken like a name. She’d heard it a few times during the encounters they’d had. They were all just so talkative, weren’t they?

Hacking into databases wasn’t necessarily a strong suit of hers. Not to say that it’s hard, but it’s nowhere as easy as robotics. Miles is an interesting name to search for too, all things considered. Not common enough for her to scrap the search entirely—Like Peter, funny enough—but not so rare that the hunt was a simple handful of clicks. And she adored a good puzzle.

Now, how to narrow this down… If the precedent held true, the kid would be under 20 years old. Great. That removes…40% of the results. That’s still a few dozen in the area though, less puzzling now and more downright luck.

…Olivia doesn’t really believe much in luck. What she does believe in is probability. Such as, if someone were to, say, spread an itty-bitty little rumor through the proverbial criminal grapevine about a new secret project Doc Ock was working on; well, then the probability that such information would get to Spiderman was nearly 100%. And then, the probability that Spiderman would simply have to infiltrate Alchemax to confirm such a rumor was…

Actually, that brings us to the present. The brace on her leg kept the occasional aches from distracting her; the one on her wrist had just become a habit from weeks of routine. She stood in her personal lab, making a few final calibrations. Frankly, the timing was impeccable. The tablet beside her, showing schematics and diagnostics for the mechanism on the table, had a small grid of dots in one corner that shifted from green to red in a sort of line before only one dot stayed red. She tapped the grid, making it the focal program on the screen, and she smirked to herself as she lifted the apparatus enough for it to attach itself onto her back. It felt lighter; less metal hidden in the tubes definitely helped. The arms lifted her weight off the floor easily; that part hadn’t needed any changing.

“One last thing.” She finally spoke, pulling her glasses off while one of the arms passed her goggles into her hand. “I’ll need to test the new program; it’d be so nice to have some assistance~” She pressed the red dot on the tablet, and a loud hiss suddenly came from the ceiling behind her, quickly followed by a startled yelp. She turned with a grin, finding a flailing partial-silhouette made of fire suppressant powder. “How nice of you to drop in, Spider-Man.” She taunted playfully, lashing an arm across the room toward him.

He dodged to one side, perching himself on a table as he let himself become visible again. “I-I—How…?” He stammered out, ducking away from another arm trying to grab him.

“It’s a temperature detector, sweetie, not a person detector. In fact, I had to increase its sensitivity just for you!”

He glared at her—Don’t ask how she can tell—before lunging to one side and attempting to rush at her. She had lifted herself up and backwards to stand on the workbench, and Spider-man flinched as all four arms lashed toward him. He fired off a web, attempting to pull himself out of the way, but she managed to catch him by one ankle and drag him close enough for another arm to coil around his wrist. The claw shoved into his hand, blocking the trigger on that web shooter as he flailed nervously.

“Huh, the speed adjustments paid off too.” She grinned, tapping her chin as she watched Spiderman grab at the plastic tubing.

“This is the secret project I heard so much about?” He let out a huff, and she could feel the air tingle as sparks started to jump off of him. “Can’t say I’m impressed.”

Her smirk didn’t falter at all. “Sorry, Miles; I made a point to keep this design completely      insulated from electricity.”

He froze up completely. Oh. She actually hadn’t meant to let that slip so early. But given his reaction…

“I don’t—” He tried to speak, but the new anxiety was dripping from his voice.

“So that is your name!” Olivia laughed. “Honestly, you Spiders really should work on keeping your mouths shut during these little fights.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Octavius.” He growled, looking away and prying harder at the claw on his wrist.

She eyed him skeptically, shaking her head. “You can play tough if you want, but I do have to tell you: You were wrong earlier; my secret project is actually this little program.” She emphasized the statement by running the command, leaning casually on the workbench as she was set back on the floor. Two of the remaining arms moved suddenly, the claws squeezing gently at his sides. The reaction was instant and, frankly, hilarious.

Spiderman let out a panicked sort of noise, his free hand grabbing at one of the offending claws. “A-Aye, watch it; tell your vacuum tubes to keep their hands to themselves!”

Olivia let herself chuckle, twirling her finger casually in the air as the claw on his other side mimicked the motion. “Oh, come on now, Spiderman; you think I’ve never heard that one before?” She taunted, smirking as she watched him squirm. “Besides, it’s not like they’re doing anything; you’re fine.”

She waved her hand dismissively, pretending to turn her attention elsewhere while both claws suddenly moved faster. The gentle squeezes became very purposeful kneading from his hips to his ribcage, and Spiderman—Miles—kicked wildly as a startled laugh managed to escape. Olivia glanced back at him, crossing her arms and hoping her sarcasm didn’t show too much. “You still alright up there?”

Miles was definitely glaring at her if his tone was any hint. “You’re doing this on purpose…” He tried to growl, but it sounded a lot more like stifled giggling.

“Doing what~? I’m not doing a thing. The program is just a maintenance tool. Keeps all the joints working, like cracking your knuckles.” She tapped her chin. “Unless, of course…”

“Shut up.” He snarled, trying to scrunch himself up as both claws crawled tauntingly slow up his sides.

“…You’re ticklish.”

There was a beat of silence as they stared at each other, and electricity jumped off of Miles’ hands again.

Olivia sneered as she let the claws strike; one of them resumed the pattern of squeezing up his side while the other tickled mercilessly under the arm he was dangling by. And wow, it really shouldn’t be this easy; this was just unfair. Miles actually burst out laughing, his escape efforts redoubling in the form of much more aggressive kicks. Olivia simply kept her distance, chuckling as she pulled the tablet on her desk closer to make a few notes.

Reaction times were good; pressure calibration seemed accurate; minute motions were apparently quite realistic, if that squealing was anything to go by.

“Are you having fun?” She taunted, reaching to sneak a poke on his stomach and snickering when he nearly connected a kick through his laughter. “I think this is fun. Now…” She tapped her chin as she examined her notes…

Logic and Opportunity… In a situation where a problem is presented, these two will balance in some way. Most people, when an opportunity presents itself, will try to logic out the surrounding circumstances to decide if the opportunity is truly worth taking at the time. A computer, however, gathers all the logical information it has, determines an optimal solution, and when an opportunity to perform that solution appears—

…This is all to say that Olivia finally lashed out with her remaining actuator, the claw snatching Spiderman’s mask off of his face.

Oh…This feeling again.

Spiderman—Miles—looked shocked for a second, the momentary joy in his eyes giving way to a panic that was…primal, to say the least. Fear that everything was going to fall away. The sight of impending death, and the knowledge that you aren’t ready.

Olivia hesitated. There’s something about staring into the eyes of the kid you had made deliberate plans and attempts to kill that changes you.

Both of them were frozen; his face was hard—determined—but it didn’t disguise the tears that threatened to fall from his eyes. His mind was completely blank.

What was she thinking? She realized quite suddenly that she hadn’t fixed that pesky humanity. His face softened as she thought; her expression must have changed.

What had actually changed was that her arms had lowered him closer to the floor, the grips of the claws loosening enough for—Right, they were fighting. He wrenched his hand, opening the claw on his wrist enough to pull free, and he broke into a sprint the second he hit the floor. She reflexively pulled herself out of the way, stumbling slightly as her legs hit the workbench. Olivia looked quickly around the room, only to find herself alone. His mask had fallen to the floor; he wouldn’t leave without it. She was about to adjust her goggles to shift filters, but a familiar crackling over her shoulder caught her attention. She felt a hard shove, most of the electricity absorbed by the apparatus as the arms moved to keep her from falling. Static tingled through her shoulders as she turned to face the boy standing poised on her desk. She could handle this; she just needed to focus.

[ERROR!]

The message flashed in the corner of her vision, and Miles squinted at her, apparently spotting the backwards text through her goggles. She fell suddenly to her own feet, the actuators shifting as the device on her back sparked. A dull ache shot through her spine; they weren’t responding to the neural link. Not really a great time for that, but nothing she hasn’t dealt with before.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t prepared for two of the claws to start tickling her sides, and Miles stifled a laugh at the giggling snort that escaped her. Yeah, actually, forget that poignant revelation she just had; she’s still going to kill him.

“You little brat!” She barely managed to get out, her tone nowhere near as accusatory as she’d wanted through her own growing laughter.

He stepped back slightly when she staggered forward, and he crouched on the desk, resting his chin on one hand as he watched her crumble with a slight smirk. “Y’know, you’re right; this is kind of fun.”

Now, he was the one to hesitate, not that she was able to focus fully on him or anything. She heard his web shooter fire, and the mask was snatched off of the floor. There was a faint tapping before he gave an exasperated sigh. “¿Cómo encuentras algo?” He huffed before, suddenly, the actuators went mostly still. They still spasmed occasionally, and when they attempted to retract back into the apparatus just left three of them deflating on the floor.

[EMERGENCY OVERRIDE ACTIVATED, SHUTTING DOWN]

She’d barely caught sight of the message through the slight haze in her eyes just before her goggles darkened and deactivated. She took the time to catch her breath before she pushed herself up, one of her hands moving to rub her side as the giggles faded away. Spiderman was gone, as far as she could tell—Smart kid—but her glasses had been webbed to the ceiling. Smug little brat.

Olivia fished one of her many spare pairs out of a drawer on her workbench, sighing as she pulled the tablet closer and flicked through the different programs. A thirty-character access code later, she was scrolling back through the security footage for this room. One of the angles had a crystal-clear shot of Miles’ face. The ideas that must have been running through his head to put that much fear in his eyes…

No one else had access to these records until the security backup at the end of the night. Olivia valued her privacy more often than not.

Logic and Opportunity. When a situation presents itself, a computer will logic out a solution and perform immediately when the opportunity arises.

Olivia took a deep breath, held it, and let it out. She deleted the footage.

A dot on the grid program shifted subtly from red to green, and she smiled.

There’s something about humanity that changes you.

[bangsinc]

Are we allowed to ask for some BTAS!Scarecrow x Reader? That character definitely deserves more love! But I totally get it if we can’t!

🎃More Scarecrow x Reader (HCS)🦴

UHMMM YES! I’m gunna be super honest, I’d much rather write for BTAS than Spider-Man.. this makes me very happy :3 I love Batman.. he’s my meow meow,,

Also I agree! Nobody writes for him (I kinda wish someone wrote for a goth reader w him too ngl)… no warnings! Also I wrote a lot,,, sorry. I GOT SO EXCITED TO WRITE ABT BTAS

Jonathan Crane was a man of many faces. He’d been a professor, a villian, but.. never a lover. He’d never dabbled in the dating scene for many reasons. He’d never been considered attractive for one, and additionally, his chosen profession, age, and introverted nature seemed like major obstacles in the pursuit of romance.. To think he could still make someone swoon for him was.. flattering? He’s not sure what to make of it initially.

After the initial first meet, he can’t seem to stop thinking of you. Your memory lingers in his mind like a song stuck in his head. Your voice was a melody only he felt he should be able to cherish, and your apperance was almost ethereal. It’s not that he felt out of your league but.. he really did.

His mind, and morals seem to get the better of him in this situation. He truly has no man or woman he can turn to in a time of desperation, as he’d disclosed himself off from mostly everybody. His own mind became a mentor, and he decided to follow its adivce well.

He begins, slowly, to go out of his way to see you. He’s quiet and especially awkward, not used to being on the giving end of starting a conversation. Many other professors almost look in shock if they’re able to see such a display of subtle affection. What had gotten into this man?

His students for the most part notice his change in demeanor. He’d been a good professor for the most part, quiet and honestly a bit too interested in fear to their liking.. but never outright happy? He was an older man, who’d they’d figured lost the spark he initially had in his job.. they think of themselvs as wrong from that point foreward.

The more your newly found and unexpected friendship progresses, Jonathan finds himself unintentionally opening up to you more and more, spilling facts about both him and what interested him in his profession. He keeps this side of him hidden at first, worried he’d regress to his younger years and scare you away.

The most suprising part about this new friendship is how much he trusts you, however. He’d initially thought of himself as closed off, and if anyone were to try and come close he’d simply push them away. But.. he does let you touch him playfully, nudge him, tease him.. he doesn’t mind it one bit, even though if it was anyone else he’d be bound to lose his temper.

Side note but I would imagine it being funny if you were unintentionally pushing him around slightly, like you bring him into a hug and he literally is so fucking fragile he just can’t breathe 😭

Might offhandedly ask you for your fears, and while he initially imagines what would become if he were to see you in a state of fear.. he somehow stops himself. This was the one actually good thing to become of his life in a big time. Sure, the obsession with fear was a lovely distraction, but what he needed the most was a connection with someone.. so, from that point foreward, he made a little vow to try and keep you away from any of his harmful hobbies.

A confession with him could go many ways. If he were the one to confess his feelings, it would take years. He’d need to know truly know you and your character. Your personality thick and thin, your downsides and upsides, your interests and hobbies.. hed need to be able to recite anything about you from memory, and have an almost spiritual bond in that sence.

A setting for him would also be rather specific. He isnt fond of the rain unless a thunderstorm is in its wake, a common fear, and he certainly isn’t a fan of sunny and warm weather.. fall would be perferred. Perhaps a rather warmer day of fall, the leaves a golden brown and bright yellow. Perhaps he’d take you to a park, or maybe you’d both find someplace nice and isolated to sit. The sun would barely shine over the pearly white clouds, creating a slightly dim atmosphere. An atmosphere he felt the most comfortable in.

Hes not exactly a poetic type, and feelings for him have always been complicated and hard to come by. For Jonathan, gestures say more than words, but obviously he would need to do more to confess his feelings twoards you.

He’d be more.. gentle the day he confesses to you. He has no intention to go on a mindless rant, and he looks incredibly nervous and uneasy. He wasn’t used to feeling nervous, if anything he had figured those emotions were something he controlled and could control on others.

—————————————

🎃Post Confession:

You wouldn’t be reading this if you rejected him, so let’s just go to the dating Headcanons! I have a lot for post scsrecrow jon too, don’t worry this all isn’t going to be professor crane lol.

He was undeniably a sentimental lover, his emotions in a constant state of flux. He’s very doting, very gentle and.. very touchy. It’s rather difficult for a man shunned affection in his early years to keep his hands off of someone willing to provide him with such a gesture.

Constant, maybe even unintentional touching. A hand on your thigh, or one on top of your hand as you sit together. There seems to always be a contented smile on his face in moments where it’s only you. He’s not a grumpy, reclusive man, and doesn’t feel the need to be.

Of course.. he wouldn’t have become the Scarecrow if he didn’t get fired from his previous job for his malpractice. The initial reaction was of course fury, and while he tried to contain the pent up emotions and bitter hatred he held for the Dean of Gotham university after the confrontation, he needed someone to talk to.

His initial reaction is to go straight to your home, not without multiple texts and calls, him frantically panicking and shouting about how all of his hard work and research was spent at a place he wasn’t appreciated at.. he was leaving details out, yes, but what you didn’t know surely wouldn’t hurt you..

If you two live together, he’s most likely going to hurriedly drive back to your shared apartment/house a complete and utter wreck, not even able to speak as his anger fuels all of his emotions.

Either way, he’s got his mind set on one goal now. He’s going to make the university pay, and he’s finally going to do what he loved. You were the only person he could trust, the only person he could count on. You try and be there to lend a loving hand in such a time of desperation, but he’s too far into his own world now. He still tries to be as loving as he can, but something seems off.. he’s definitely keeping a secret, and the more he seems to be hiding the more a sort of trust is broken between the two of you. A big factor as to why he did keep it a secret in the first place was the fear of you being hurt in the process of his own endeavors. He kept reminding himself that what you didn’t know would keep you safe, from the police, from his experiments, and from himself..

He comes to the realization that, if he does want this to work he’d need to let you in, even if you’d be upset over the initial anger he’d been living a double life. Of course, you probably were, but that slightly dampened trust was thankfully built between the two of you again. So what if you were going to date an aspired villian? You loved him, and he did kinda make good cinnamon muffins when you were sad.

His first mission (This would be taking place during his debut episode in Batman the Animated Srries!) was a simple one, sabatoge something, perhaps Gotham university. It was a widely spread crime, one that nobody was sure there was a motive for.. but there was.

I’m the span of his first two crimes, before his first robbery and getaway, he’d aqqired some goons. With the goons came a small name for himself in Gothams underworld, and with that came the need to form an alter ego. All of it was one game of dominos, fueled by revenge and desire. During these events, he’s.. awfully clingy, suprisingly. You’re the only person he can rely on, espically while he’s building a name for himself. He thinks his henchmen are dimwitted dropouts, and that the other criminals would never understand him like you do.

His goons are practically on your hand and foot, wether you like it or not. He’s made it very, very clear two his two main henchmen that your problems were his problems, and that he was never one to let his darling suffer. So.. congrats, you’ve gained two butlers, who work for free..

His goons were so, so suprised he cared about someone other than himself and his goals. The way he talked about you was a drastic difference from the way he talked about them, or anyone else for that matter.

Jonathan isnt shy to boast about his significant other, and many would think you two were an older married couple with the way he presented himself in your company. He’s the master of fear now, and you’re his Mistress/Beau.

Maybe it’s my own bias speaking, but your love would definitely shift into a more gothic and meloncholic undertone. Dates are eerie and poetic, and he serenades you the best way he can.. telling you about how you and him are to rule the world. You and him are two lovers destined to make the world bow at their feet as you both dance on the debris of a destroyed civilization.

His words are sincere, his devotion seeping through every sentence.

“People shall be screaming Hosannas in our name. They will kiss the ground we walk on, hand in hand, my love.”

He’s.. very overdramatic. But he does mean it.

Now when he robs banks, despite his initial claims that he’s not in it for the money, he does end up pocketing some from his goons. Now he does have someone he could be supporting, and at this rate in both of your lives, you either are living together or he’s living at your place so the police can’t catch onto him as easy. He’d like to make your life a little easier, anything for his little raven.

Strangely domestic, as if you two had been married for years. He gives you nicknames in a large supply, his favorites ones that most would deem to be ‘spooky’ or unconventional. My Raven, Adrienne, my flame, etc… might be a sucker for pumpkin too, both being called it and calling you it. You hardly get called your name the more and more you’re together.

You’d fallen in love with a villian, a villian willing to destroy cities in your name, you scare and terrify those who try to get in your way.. congratulations ;)

[mostmouse]

Hi, I made the cove anklet art and I thought your work looked familiar, and when I checked I started laughing because I literally *just* read your derek/cove/mc fic yesterday omg it was so good 😭

OMG I love writing it! I need to finish it... I have big plans for part 3. Gonna be filthy :3c - I loved your art of Cove! He's so cute! I tried to write this and be cute but then it turned into sort of non-con somno :') ugh damn it... i hope you still like it?!

Unique Seafoam Threads (AO3)

(Cove Holden x GN!reader; explicit; non-con; 2,400 words)

Cove panted in his room, body and head under his covers in the middle of the night. His body was burning up, the air hot and stuffy around him but he couldn’t stop. Your anklet that you had made just to show off your relationship was wrapped loosely around the base of his shaft as he jerked himself off messily.

His cock throbbed in his palm while he fantasized about you. You hadn’t even been official for more than a few weeks but he had long been fantasizing about you. Picturing you in every position imaginable, drooling about how you’d taste on his tongue or wrapped around his cock.

It had been years since he had told you how attractive he found anklets, and ever since that day you made sure to wear one. They had always been store bought, some from him while most were your own choices. You had surprised him recently with one you made yourself, small shells with holes drilled into them while his name glistened in sparkly letter beads.

His mind had gone blank when he’d seen it, eyes dragging up your legs, your body, all the way to your heated cheeks. You had obviously noticed him checking you out, but had the grace to not say anything - probably because he would’ve hid behind his curtain of hair and died on the spot if you had.

It had been just an hour or so since he crawled through your window, impulsively stealing your anklet right off your sleepy prone body. He almost couldn’t believe he’d done it, but the rewards were outweighing the risks greatly.

Moaning lowly, he turned his head and bit the blankets around him, whimpering as he tightened his hand around himself. You’d be a blushing mess if you could see what he was doing, barely having the courage to kiss with tongue yet. Part of him hoped you thought about him like this as well, your hand under the covers and working yourself into a frenzy at the thought of him.

He moaned your name, whimpering as he bucked his hips. He could feel the shells tap against his lower belly every so often. Swallowing his mouthful of drool, he hid his face again, moaning at the thought of how little strands of his seafoam bush would be within the threads of your anklet after this.

Pumping his hand faster, he rolled onto his back, breathing hard. “F-Fuck~” He was sure to keep his voice down, not wanting to wake his dad. You’d look so cute on top of him, taking his long cock inside your tight body. It would be both your first times, or maybe it would be the dozenth time. You’d want him as badly as he needed you, jumping into his arms and whispering in his ear about how bad you needed him to fuck you.

Cove bit his lip, free hand covering his mouth as he squeezed his cock tight. Taking a few even breaths, he left his shaft to instead fidget with the piece of jewelry around his cock. Letting the mounting pleasure slip away, he focused on breathing. He couldn’t decide yet where he wanted to finish. In the heat of the moment the last few times he edged himself, he desperately wanted to cum across his name - but you’d notice if he did that, right?

Would you think he was disgusting? A total creep for stealing your heartfelt jewelry and using it to get off? Would you ask him why? Ask him what he had been thinking about? Biting his knuckles, he felt his heartbeat in his cock, the tip flushed a bright rosy red. Leaning over, he grabbed more lube, pooling it in his hand before hissing as he touched his heated cock back under the blankets.

Fuck- you’d probably love it. Wear it with pride even knowing he soaked it with his hot thick cum. You were obsessed with him, almost as much as he was with you. He was sure if you were here, you’d have your mouth wrapped around him, blowing him as you begged with your eyes for him to dump his load down your throat.

He whimpered softly, almost sobbing as he began to work himself up again. You loved him, you’d love his dirty side, too, you’d have to. Nobody in the world could love you like he did, you’d have to let him do whatever he wanted to you to sate his desires and needs.

Arching his back, he whined again, panting quickly as his climax rapidly approached once more. Tossing off the covers, he flipped to his side, scrambling to rip the anklet off and place it on the sheets next to him. Bracing himself on his forearm, he blushed as he bit his lip, muffled cry leaving him as he blew his load across your anklet.

Panting heavily, he pressed his forehead against the bed, moaning as he jerked himself tightly, thick strands of cum covering the shells and his name. He couldn’t even see the sparkles anymore, could barely make out the color of the threads. However, Cove could easily see the seafoam hair entwined into it, and blushed hotly.

Your beautiful, heartfelt, made with love anklet… Covered in his thick cum, soaking in puddles of it and covered in hair from his bush. He moaned at the devious act, hand working himself softly. Licking his lips, he finally let himself go, long spent cock resting against his thick muscled thigh.

Grabbing the jewelry, he groaned as he rubbed his cum into the threads, sticky hands admiring the mess. Flopping back against the bed, he caught his breath, rubbing the anklet over his cock, soaking the threads in his cum and sweat.

Relaxing, he felt himself nod off before his cock began to swell again, skin almost raw from his rough treatment. Swallowing thickly, his lustfully hazed mind yearned to see you. Wrapping your filthy anklet around the base of his cock again, he tossed on loose pajama pants and slipped out his window topless.

Making his way to your house across the street, he climbed up towards your room, movements a bit hindered by his lengthy hard cock. Slipping into your window, his breath caught in his chest as he saw you there, blankets tossed off your body and on your back. You were wearing one of his shirts, the one you had borrowed so long ago.

He crept towards you, silent on the hardwood floors, long ago memorizing which ones in Liz’s old room creaked. He slid up next to you, heavy breathing echoing in your otherwise quiet room. Your sound machine helped cover his presence, and he knew you were a heavy sleeper. You often didn’t wake up when he came in unless he himself woke you.

Tonight, however, Cove had no intention of waking you up. Pulling his sweats down just enough to expose his hard cock, he stood before you, your face mere inches away from his flushed tip. Untangling the threaded anklet from his thick bush and down his aching messy cock, he slipped it around your ankle once more. Grabbing his phone that had almost dropped out of his pocket, he took a picture in the nightlight setting of the filthy, cum covered anklet on you.

He wondered if you’d notice right away, honestly, how often did you look at it? Biting his lip, he pulled away, cock throbbing. Swallowing thickly, he looked back up at your face. He needed to do something else, he didn’t know what; but he needed to cum to get rid of his swollen cock, otherwise it would be hell to crawl out of here - at least, that’s what he told himself.

Scanning your dark room, he felt his heart skip a beat as he saw dirty briefs on the floor. Were those yours? Did that mean you were naked under his shirt? His eyes focused on your thighs, trailing up to where his shirt just barely hid you from him. His mouth pooled with drool, reaching down and grabbing the gray cloth.

He sighed as he brought them up to his face, inhaling your heady scent. Feeling his cock twitch where he was next to your sleeping body, he wrapped the thin cloth around his shaft, carefully stroking himself with it. It wasn’t the most pleasurable feeling, but it was the thought of how these had been on you only hours ago that consumed his mind. They weren’t here when he had stolen your anklet earlier, had they?

Whimpering quietly at the feeling, he slipped them into the opposite pocket of his pants. He peered down at your hand that was right there, hanging off the bed. He shuddered. He shouldn’t, it was a breach of trust, of using you as some sort of sex object. But he couldn’t talk himself down, lustful haze clouding his judgment.

Wrapping your hand around his cock, he held it closed with his own as he began to thrust into your fist. Your hand was so much more different than his, brows knitting up and biting his lip to keep from moaning. He didn’t give it another thought about how dirty the act was, not beyond how hot it was.

He wanted you to touch him so badly, for so long. Ever since you were in your early teens and he found himself noticing you in a different light. How your body changed alongside his and how his thoughts were often dirty. Closing your hand tighter with his, he bucked his hips faster, panting now.

Your palms were messy - after all, he was still covered in the mess of his last round. He adored you, but he wanted to ruin you, too. Take you to be his, dominate and claim you. Sucking in a quick breath between his teeth, he felt himself about to cum. Moving up your sleeping body, he abandoned your hand, fingers easily opening your mouth as he rested the tip against your tongue.

Clapping his free hand over his mouth, he moaned wantonly as he jerked himself off, his heavy messy package resting on your cheek as he bucked forward, cockhead pressed inside of your mouth. Panting heavily, he sobbed behind his palm, tears leaking down his cheeks as he blew his load into your wet mouth.

His eyes rolled back as he jerked himself off. Thick hot cum leaking from his tip in heavy strands, filling your mouth and covering your tongue. Letting go of his face, he fumbled for his phone as he watched as your face twitched slightly.

Taking a few pictures with his cock in your mouth, package on your cheek, he slipped away from you. After taking another of your messy mouth and tongue, Cove slipped his phone into his pocket, tugged up his sweats, and kissed you chastely.

Blushing from everything he did, he whimpered, moving to leave your room as quick as he could. Silently, he made his way back to his room uneventfully. Stripping down, he hid your dirty underwear under his pillow, and feeling the adrenaline leave his body, he was asleep as soon as he hit the pillow.

You woke from the sun streaming into your windows, groaning at the light. Pulling the blankets back over you, you hid under them. Furrowing your brows, you licked your lips, making a face. Your mouth tasted weird, and your cheek was tacky. Did you drool all over yourself last night? Rolling your eyes, you hid your face in the pillow, it wouldn’t be the first time you had done that.

Reaching out from your blanket, you pouted in displeasure. Even with it being almost 10 in the morning, Cove had yet to text you a ‘good morning’ message. He was always up at the crack of dawn, so it was odd that he hadn’t messaged you yet. Stretching tall, you slipped out from the blankets and made your way to the bathroom to wash the weird taste from your mouth and wash your face.

Finishing up your morning routine, you got dressed before heading over to Cove’s. Knocking on the door, you waited before calling his cell. “Cove?~” Pouting at his voicemail and unopened door. You walked over to his window, pushing it open and smiling at your boyfriend who was still asleep.

Cupping your hands around your mouth, your smile turned devious. Screaming as loud as you could, you called your boyfriend’s name. With a shout, he sat up in his bed, bonking his head on the underside of the top bunk, and fell to the floor, wrapped in his sheets.

You couldn’t help but laugh, about to call out to him as he sat up and rubbed his head. Voice dying in your throat, you hurriedly looked away. Cove was about to ask you what was happening before he looked down and saw himself fully exposed. Shouting once more, he gathered the blankets, looking at you worriedly, “I-I-I’m decent! Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

His frantic words quelled your speeding heart somewhat, laughing while waving your hand airily, “It’s okay! I mean, it’s my fault anyways! I didn’t know you slept in the nude now… I’ll remember that if I ever sneak through your window.” You laughed as his face turned red, your words innocent.

However, they were anything but to Cove. He was reminded of the filthy degenerate things he had done to you last night, clapping his hands over his face. You hummed in question, calling his name a couple times. “Cove… Hey, what’s up?” As he floundered there on the floor, covered in his blanket, you decided to give him a break. “Hey, let’s go to the beach today, meet me at your front door? I promise I won’t talk about this anymore, okay?”

Cove gasped as he looked up, watching as you moved from the window, blowing him a kiss and walking away. Did that mean you didn’t know what he did? What did you think had happened, were you even aware? Swallowing thickly, he bolted to the window, closing the curtains.

Whipping back to his bed, he checked his camera roll - the dirty pictures were still there. So it wasn’t just a dream… Sighing, he moved the pictures to a secure folder, password protecting them. Holding his phone to his chest for a moment, he sent you a quick text letting you know he’d be just a moment. Immediately, you sent back a heart emoji.

Smiling, he buried the guilt inside him. He regretted taking advantage of you, but the entire situation had his heart on fire. He’d tell you later down the line what happened. For now he’d enjoy the sight of your anklet on you to remind him who you belonged to.

[sailtomarina]

Puppy Punch Love

“Hermione, over here!”

The unexpected call came just as she was about to settle in next to Harry, and she peered over the sea of heads to clock one very excited Fred Weasley. Nothing good could come of the twinkle in his eyes, nor from how his grin spread from ear to ear the longer she stared at him.

”What’s he want?” Harry asked, also having noticed the call.  Surprising, really, given how he’d been totally absorbed in his conversation just moments prior.

”I’m sure it’s nothing,” Ginny piped, leaning around the wizard to nudge Hermione. “Go on, then.”

In hindsight, it should have been obvious to Hermione that Ginny was in on the plan. Not only was she a Weasley, but she also happened to be particularly close with Fred. There was no reason why she’d normally steer Hermione towards certain doom.

”Let me scoot over for you,” Fred said as she approached, practically shoving Lee into Parvati’s lap to make room.

Hermione nodded and gingerly sat, leaving a sliver of space between the two of them which he immediately closed as he slung an arm conspiratorially around her shoulders.

”What’s this about, then?” She knew better than to listen to the butterflies erupting from his warm embrace.

”I couldn’t help but hear about a certain witch’s birthday that I missed.”

Her breath caught at the comment, but she corralled it into place. “Yes. What of it?”

A box materialised in front of her wrapped in pretty gold paper and crème ribbons. Her name adorned the label in a flowing script.

”I’d be remiss to ignore my favourite witch’s special day.” He winked as he pushed the box closer. Hermione’s chest absolutely did not seize at the adorable way his cheeks bunched up when he smiled at her.

”It’s already past, though,” she said, her voice weak. 

“Consider this a gift as well as an apology and accept it?” Now he pouted at her, his lip jutting out dramatically.

”Fine.” She didn’t even try to hide her smile from him. 

Because as much as she tried to put on a competent face for everyone else, Fred could always pick out her true feelings. It’d been like that nearly from the start of their unlikely friendship, started as early as third year when Harry and Ron had ignored her over another surprise gift. Then, like now, Fred had hailed her down and made it his personal mission to get Hermione Granger to laugh and forget about her troubles, even if only for a short while.

When she pulled the ribbon loose and carefully peeled back the paper, a nondescript box with a red ‘W’ gave her little indication of what lay inside. Fred continued to stare at her, his closed lips turned upwards in a gentle curve.

It wasn’t until she’d started to pull open the lid that his eyes flickered over and widened in realisation. “Wait, Hermione—“

The warning came too late to save her from the gloved fist that popped her right in the nose, followed by a brief flash of light. She’d later have to stop herself from socking Colin in a similar fashion when he shared the photo he captured of the moment, complete with her eyes crossing at the moment of impact.  But that would be in the future, and this was the present. Leaning forward in excitement as she was, the punch struck her with particular force, resulting in a popping sound and a wet sensation.

”Oh, shite! Hermione, I’m so sorry. Are you okay? This wasn’t supposed to happen; the boxes must have somehow gotten mixed up.”

She lifted her eyes to take in Fred’s panicked expression. His hands fluttered in the air, first gently gripping her chin to lift her face, then moving to push her hair back behind an ear. Any irritation she might have felt faded away in the warmth of his concern.

”It’s okay, Fred.”

”No, let me make it right,” he said firmly, pulling out his wand.

It was a testament to her level of trust in him that Hermione didn’t flinch away. This was one of the infamous Weasley twins, after all, where a flash and a bang were natural assumptions when magic was in the mix. Except, Fred had never done so to her prior to this mishap, and she had a feeling he never had the intention to in the future.

She closed her eyes as his wand twirled, only biting her lip as the broken bone snapped back into place. Another tingle of magic later, and she felt the blood coating her lower face vanish.

“There we are!”

Fred’s eyes swam into view as she opened her own, the clear blue sky of his irises searching–for what, she didn’t know. As she gazed back at him, she couldn’t help but trace the freckles across his nose and cheeks.

“What’s so funny?” he asked, head tilting to the side.

She hadn’t even realised she was smirking until his question. “If you connect the dots just so,” she traced a finger against his cheek, feeling the change of soft to rough as she crossed stubble, “I can just make out Centaurus.” She punctuated the constellation name with a tap against the tip of his nose, nearly giggling as his eyes crossed to track the movement.

Before she could fully pull her hand back, she found it wrapped up in both of his own. Warm, callused, and secure, he pressed them against his chest.

“Fred, what are you–”

“Not only did I miss your birthday, but I somehow swapped your gift for a boxing telescope and got told I have Firenze on my face.” Gone was the smile, in its place something far more frightening: a serious Fred Weasley. His brow furrowed as he looked down on her, and his hands tightened as he cradled hers against his chest.

“That’s not what I sai–”

“What do you say to going on a date with me to Hogsmeade this weekend, Hermione?”

She gaped at him. Those weren’t exactly the words she’d expected to fall from his lips. Far from it, actually. She’d thought he’d tease her back in kind over her own freckles. 

Then she nearly choked as Lee leaned around Fred and lobbed a spoonful of something into her open mouth. The twin swivelled around to pummel his friend as Hermione coughed and scrambled to get a drink.

“Aw, c’mon! You can’t tell me that wasn’t funny–hey!” Any further protests from their fellow Gryffindor were lost to Fred’s whispered threats and the sound of gurgling as he held the other boy in a chokehold.

“Fred, that’s enough. I’m okay now.”

She found her face held once again in the palm of his hands as he forgot about his friend to check on her, eyes scanning until they focused on her lips.

“Are you sure? I’ve got some prototypes I can make him swallow in apology.”

“No,” she laughed, already picturing Lee in a variety of embarrassing transformations, as she continued, “how about you take me to my real birthday present instead? We can talk about Hogsmeade along the way.”

His hands spasmed against her face before he leapt up from the table. He held an elbow out to her in a convincing display of the extraordinary gentleman that he was. “My lady?”

She stood to take his arm, making sure to swing her bag around with enough force to shove Lee face first into his plate of mashed taters. “Thank you, good sir.”

With a skip to their steps and twin grins on their faces, Hermione and Fred set off through the Great Hall. They didn’t know it yet wrapped up in excellent company as they were, but the cheers that followed were for them. Some clapped thinking the witch would distract the prankster from future mayhem. Others clapped in hopes the wizard would soften up the no-nonsense Prefect. The few who didn’t approve knew what they were witnessing was the birth of an unstoppable force far too clever and powerful for one castle, or even one country, to contain.

None of that mattered, however. For now, they were just him and her and a bubbling cauldron of possibilities.

1372 WC

Posted on FB, Tumblr, and AO3

Written for the Facebook group Lauren's Kitchen for Fred and George's birthday month wheel prompts.

Product: Boxing telescope; Trope: Prank gone right; Setting: The great hall; Extra Character: Firenze

Okay, so I might have cheated with the extra character of Firenze...or did I? You can tell me what you think.

I also left the timeframe of this scene ambiguous. It could honestly take place before or after the Battle of Hogwarts. Just know that in my mind Fred lives either way.

[the1975attheirverybest]

How do you think matty would help his girl if she has a ED? Like notices suddenly how much she just doesn’t eat enough?

I’ve tagged this w a trigger warning but I’m gonna add another one up here just in case.

WARNING: Mentions of ED. disordered eating. Please read with caution.

I think it might depend on whether or not they’ve had the conversation before, the stage of their relationship, and how comfortable she is with him talking to her about it.

So, like, if he already knows / she’s already confided in him about her struggle, he wouldn’t hesitate to look after her. Whatever the plan she’s on is. I actually have a very close friend who’s struggled for years. It’s a long story but it’s very personal to me and I think it’s important to support people with EDs without judgement. I know that managing it looks different for everyone. But, let’s say for her, she normally has a schedule she sticks to. Like she does best when she knows it’s time for lunch and just does it. Or has a scheduled time for a snack through the day. So, Matty has kind of gotten used to it and maybe even helps her plan for it and checks in with her “going to the store. Can I get you anything? Something you can keep on hand for your snack time this week?” His not so subtle way to ensure she does eat like she’s meant to.

But then maybe one week, perhaps he’s been at the studio a lot lately which is why it’s been easier for her to slip up without him noticing, or maybe he’s just coming back from tour. He checks and sees that she hasn’t bothered to restock her little snack corner. Or maybe realizes that there’s not been anything in the fridge to indicate that she’s been eating / making much.

I think he’d wanna confront her about it, but really gently. Like maybe he sits her down one day “I wanna talk to you about something but I’m not sure if I’m supposed to….we can end this conversation if I’m doing it wrong. I really should’ve… maybe asked an expert before but anyway. It’s about food. Do I have your permission to bring it up?”

She immediately knows where this is going and she wants to say no. She knows that if she declined, he would totally respect it but he might start to worry in silence. Plus, she doesn’t really wanna say no cuz she’s afraid of being triggered. It’s more that she doesn’t want to have to deal with accountability. So, eventually, she says yes.

“Please tell me if I’m out of line, but…honey, I don’t think you’ve been eating much have you?”

She doesn’t say anything which tells him what he needs to know

“Can I….help somehow? Eat with you? Make you something? If you need to speak to your therapist or doctor, I can go with you. If you don’t want me going in, I’ll wait in the car. I’d you’d rather I come in and hold your hand, I will do it in a heartbeat.”

He can see her being uncomfortable and emotional which makes him unsure and emotional but he pushes through. “I know I’m not exactly the authority on this but I just know what you’re doing is threatening to your recovery. And….I can’t claim to love you and then sit by and watch you do this without doing something about it. Please tell me how I can help?”

Maybe he even tells her that with his own addiction recovery, he finds that when he does small things and begins to draw himself away from others, it usually leads to bigger lies and he has to be careful about it and seek help before he does something he’ll regret. “I know it’s not exactly the same thing, but….I guess im saying I’m my own kind of fucked up and I know how you feel. So, let me help please?”

[leighsartworks216]

Oh, if it’s songs you need to listen to, then boy howdy, I got a request for you!

In lieu of the absolute tragedy I’ve asked for in the past, perhaps we could do a Warfstache x Reader based on Livin’ It Up On Top where the reader is still the DA, but it’s more of a happier piece where the DA returns to the egos after each of Mark’s adventures, and Warfstache heads the celebration for it?

~ 🌺

I am SO sorry this took so long. My brain unexpectedly switched from hyperfixating on egos to like 4 different fandoms and it hasn't switched back to egos yet

This isn't really based on the song (I couldn't get into it sorry) but you've been waiting so so long and my brain is kinda mush so here's headcanons on Wilf welcoming you back home after an adventure w Mark instead

Warnings: mentions of food and drink but it's not specified what

Masterlist

AO3

Acting as a main character in one of Mark’s stories is exhausting

Esp when you weren’t trained to be an actor

But you weren’t really an acting DA anymore after “the incident we don’t talk about”, so Mark dragging you along on make believe adventures was the best option

Sometimes you’d be gone for a week, other times you’d be gone for months

(One time you were gone for a whole year)

When you would be back was always relayed to the Egos, but sometimes Wilford knew before anybody else

They would get the message you’re returning tomorrow and Wilford has already been planning for a week off a “hunch”

He always makes sure your favorite food is prepared - everything from snacks to dessert

He sets up banners and streamers and large stereos, usually with help from the Jims

The moment you step into the door, you’re greeted with your favorite music, favorite food and drinks, and the man who planned it all pulling you into his arms in a bone-crushing hug

Wilf always calls you cute little nicknames too like “sugarplum”, “sweetheart”, etc etc

When you’re finally released from the hug, he always asks how the adventure was and gave you absolute free reign to rant about Actor to him

All the while he’s looking you up and down, making sure you’re not hurt or actually too tired to have a party

He doesn’t even know he does it, he’s brimming with too much energy to notice

You’re never hurt, thankfully (God knows what he would do to Actor if you were)

But if he sees you’re too tired for the party he set up, he slings an arm around your shoulders and in a snap you’re both upstairs in your room, already dressed in PJs

The food and drinks (or maybe a copy of them? You still weren’t sure) also managed to find their way spread along your desk

Wilf would act as a little servant, bringing you drinks and food (if you wanted any) and making sure you were totally comfortable

He always beelines right for the dessert, cursed with the world’s worst sweet tooth

And you’ll hang out, mindlessly talking about anything and everything you missed or experienced, sometimes sharing bites of each other’s food

Everybody else (who cared to take part in the celebration) could rock it up downstairs all the while you relaxed upstairs

If you weren’t too tired from your long excursion, Wilf would drag you along into the party

He’d reintroduce everyone like you were meeting them for the first time, but everyone would play along and welcome you back

You’d have to say hi to Dark later; he hates parties of any kind, and Wilford can only drag him into one so many times

Some of the egos would give you hugs, but if Wilford thought they were lingering too long, he’d drag you to the next person and glare at whoever the offender was (He’s jealous shh don’t tell him)

You could eat, drink, dance, whatever until the sun came up

But Wilford would always stick close by, prepared to carry you upstairs and tuck you in when the exhaustion finally hit

Because no matter how much he loves parties, he loves you more

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TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 96, Replies Part 1

1) “And so, what better way to help my headache than start with vigilantes? Last time we backtracked in pretty much everything that happened so far in the story but at least we got to see Koichi again. For five seconds, but hey, that’s progress.”- You know, in my opinion, if you power through a headache by adding more pains to it, eventually you reach a point where the pain just becomes numb background noise and you don’t even notice it anymore. Sometimes, the best way to cure burns is to apply more fire, or I think that’s how the saying goes. 2) “No koichi, don’t stare directly at the nuclear ball of fire! No Koichi no!”- He witnesses the approaching end, the non-existence of things beyond the manga’s story. 3) “oh hey, it’s Rachel and Bam, and they seem to be at the Cat cafe of justice, oh we’re gonna see all the irrelevant people today?”- Gotta catch up with everybody before everything kicks off. 4) “HOLY FUCK IS THAT THE PRESIDENT AND THE MAGICIAN?!

THEY ARE HERE? FOR REAL? IS THAT A TOPHAT ON HER SHIRT?!”- Branding is an important part of Showbiz….and relationships.

5) “dude

please

for the love of god, it has been three years already, everybody and their mom knows that’s not his name. You guys have been interacting with him on a semi-regular basis for the last three years since the cat cafe is on the neighborhood why are you calling him by the wrong name?!?”- At this point, he either thinks it’s an affectionate nickname for Koichi before he went “mainstream”, since he knew him starting out, or there’s an undercurrent of spite motivating him to keep the name going regardless of reality. I bet he’d carve it into Koichi’s tombstone to mark it as he real hero name too.

6) “…

is that it? You called them all here to say “nothing new, we’ll keep you posted”?

Dude, this could’ve been an email for fuck’s sake”- Sometimes you have to deliver bad – or at least neutral- news face-to-face, just to let them know you’re not dismissing their concerns, but there’s simply no good news happening right now. 7) “Alright I feel bad for that joke, you guys definitely called them here so you could give them some sweets to cheer them up after their friend got put in the fridge. I’m sorry, I was feeling evil.”- A few sweets to stave off the bitter taste of feeling useless and unhelpful. 8) “Yeah I suppose that a regular patron which you guys pretty much endorsed for a few years turning into an homicidal villain and blowing up half the city would be kinda bad for business.

Well, at least she didn’t hurt anyone.”- Certainly put Uraraka’s parents in business for a bit though, assuming they could get the contract to work here. 9) “Yeah, but who’s gonna take care of the cats?”- You could always pass then onto Midnight, given how invested she is in Pop’s survival. Plus, Aizawa’s flashback showed she’s already taking care of one, what’s 15 more? 10) “Feeling a tad paranoid Soga? Feeling like some investigator suddenly flipped a switch and decided to send your asses to jail? Or is that just the procedure when you’re Knuckle’s apprentice? 

Well, I mean, it’s not like it’s difficult to find you fuckers, standing guard outside the hospital and totally-not-doing-something-illegal.”- Not difficult to find the Trio standing out front, but as they’re technically not the ones the police are hunting, having not been officially recorded committing heroics illegally, they’ve got some leeway with the police arresting them/devoting manpower to hunt them down vs Koichi, who’s a priority target. Therefore, they can serve as an early-warning system for Koichi waiting out of sight nearby to get into action, since he’s the one they’re actually counting on to do the heavy lifting when it comes down to brass tacks. 11) “Oh your dad? And you talked to him? Huh, must not have been something important. now let’s see what Dadichi can impart to us with his infinite wisdom and terrific good looks.”- And this is more of an interaction with Koichi’s own father than Izuku’s exchanged in the entirety of MHA. 12) “Throw it Puto! It’s good to keep him on his toes, you never know when he’s gonna need to jump into action. Throw it and see how fast he can catch it”- Every moment is an opportunity to get more training in there before the big fight. 13) “Yeah that’s exactly what I said puto. But it seems like Koichi hasn’t even noticed he’s turning from the Crawler into the Hoper.”- I have liked Koichi’s slow, gradual improvement in his Quirk handling throughout this series, it’s something I think it does very well, but I do wish we’d had more chapters to see Koichi’s improved movement skills after his fight with Bee Pop. He’s now doing stuff on instinct that he’d have had to seriously think about before, just like Izuku got a better handle on OFA by using it as second nature. 14) “Yeah I can imagine it Puto. I can imagine it… Shame soon Phelps will put an end to it anyway.

Eventually.

Maybe sometime in the next three years.”- Try three minutes. 15) “Oh, nice bat there flamey, good thing that’s definitely not illegal or something.”- Baseball is a national sport in Japan, so bats and such are actually pretty easy to get over there, if anybody wants to head to a batting range to practice their swing. 16) “Good work Puto. We can always count on you.”- Soga’s pulling double-time trying to keep this group half-way competent to handle Nomura’s threat.

17) “That he did, my color me impressed, he actually decided to do his job. And look at that, it’s like keeping the cellphone off didn’t mattered since he knew exactly where y'all were.”- Well, not Koichi specifically. The trio aren’t really work the manpower to hunt down, but Koichi’s elevated himself to above-average with his new Quirk handling, so he gets the arrest warrant. 18) “Soga, did you- Did you came all this way to be arrested? Huh? What are you planning?”- He can’t trust Puto not to blab out where Koichi’s hiding during the talks, so he needs to be there in order to handle the interrogation half-way competently. @thelreads

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NOOOO!! Because!! I’ve been obsessed with Mr Steven Grant since he came out, nearly two whole years ago and I doubt the little doe eyed doll will leave my mind anytime soon.

I just want to love and hold that man forever. I’m talking cringy, lovey dovey behaviour with him in his flat because I know he’d get flustered and start stuttering over his words and blushing all up his neck and cheeks and I want to be his guard dog in public and make sure no one looks at him wrong (I’ll send Donna flying if I have to) I just love him, with my whole entire heart.

I would apologise for this but I just can’t help myself when it comes to Steven with a V… who flies like a butterfly and stings like a bee.

dont apologize omg i wanna meet him at the museum and grab lunch really quick together and he tells me abt his day and i tell him abt mine but my day was me waking up, putting his shirt on, and coming down to see him for lunch and he's all "sounds like a good day to me" and we grab ice cream even though he's totally lactose intolerant which is fine bc i am to so we can both pop a lactaid and then i take cutesy pics of him w my digital camera and he doesn't notice until one day when he notices and hes all like "whats this all about 🤨 " and im like "dont worry about itttt" until eventually i give him a photo book of pics of me and him for his birthday one year 😁

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Love Bites

THIS IS MY FIRST FAN FIC, PLEASE BE NICE.

Summary: You’re Dustin’s older sister and have had a secret crush on Eddie Munson since before your brother joined Hellfire Club. Dusin knows and has told you not to ruin his friendship with Eddie, but you can’t help yourself anymore. You think Eddie feels the same.

What to expect:  Definite s4 spoilers, follows plot closely w/ few changes, fluff, slow burn, eventual smut, sweet eddie, friends to lovers, possible kinks (haven’t decided), cursing, mention of drug usage (pot, drinking), def 18+

CHAPTER TWO

The Hellfire guys had made room for you to the right of Eddie and you slid in to the seat next to a guy you didn’t know, but were fairly certain was in your English class. Dustin and Mike sat a few seats down from you, thankfully. “Guys, this is y/n, Henderson’s sister. She’s a guest, treat her good. Or else.” he added the last bit with a stern glance around the table. As small as it was, and probably just as insignificant, the tiny gesture made your heart skip a beat. You brought your elbow to the table, hand moving to cup your face in an attempt to hide the obvious rush of color. You pulled a chip out of the plastic bag sitting in front of you and bit into it, the salty flavor momentarily grounding you before Eddie surprisingly turned his attention to you. Instinct wanted  to cause the dry, flaky treat to choke you up, but you quickly grabbed your Dr. Pepper can, choking it down. 

“So. Henderson. You play D&D?” 

“I’ve actually played a couple of times with Dustin and the guys. But it’s been a while.” 

He nods with a half grin before addressing the group at the table once more, talking about their plans for a special session of Hellfire Club tonight. You enjoyed watching them together. Just knowing that your brother had such a good group of friends made your heart swell a bit in your chest. You loved Dustin and knew that beginning high school, especially without Will or El, had been tough. Then when Lucas made the basketball team, it seemed to upset Dustin even more. He’d managed to navigate his freshman year, with your help and the help of his newfound friends in Hellfire. 

Eddie’s voice pulled you out of the moment you were having in your brain and your eyes fluttered. “Y’okay there, Henderson?” He laughed softly before giving you his full attention. “So, I don’t know if this is against *the rules* but you should totally come tonight. You don’t even have to play…just watch. Whatdoyasay?” For a moment, you didn’t know what to say. Had Eddie Munson, the object of your deepest affection, actually asked you to come watch him play D&D? Was this real life? Your next thought was Dustin and you glanced over in his direction. He was busy chatting with Mike about something. 

“Um, yeah sure,” you smiled and gave Eddie a quick nod. You were positive he noticed the rush of color to your cheeks and ears. You couldn’t be absolutely positive, but you thought you noticed a slight tint of red on Eddie’s adorable face as well. He held your gaze for a moment and you all but got lost in the sweetness of his over-sized eyes. The bell rang, indicating the end of their lunch period and it startled you, causing you to jump. “Woah, easy there, sweetheart,” Eddie said with a grin before gathering his things. “We usually start around 6. See ya there, Henderson,” with that and a final wave to the table, Eddie headed outside toward the woods behind the school. 

Falling back against the chair you can finally catch your breath. You pulled a hand to your chest and your heart was thudding against your ribcage. “Holy shit,” you whispered as you turned to look at Dustin. He glanced toward the door Eddie had just went through and then his gaze fell on you. “Uh, guess I’ll be driving you to Hellfire tonight. I can pick up Mike too,” you told him with an almost apologetic smile. You offered to get Mike in an attempt to soften the blow. Your brother groaned, pulling a hand down his face. “I won’t play tonight or interrupt the game, Dustie. I promise,” you said as you gathered your things and Robin came rushing over. “Eddie invited me, by the way,” you added as you and your best friend headed back into the crowded halls of Hawkins High. 

“So he actually invited you? And he said that?!” You told her what he said about breaking rules. Robin was positively thrilled. “Dude, I think he might be into you,” she added, being the supportive friend she was. You shook your head, brown curls swaying at your shoulders. “Robin. I don’t wanna jinx anything! Shut the hell up!” You hid your face, only hoping she might be right. Sighing, you glanced down at the paper you’d been doodling on, noticing lots of Eddie’s name. 

“Is this pathetic? Am I pathetic?” 

“Hell no, y/n. You’re in love. You’ve liked Eddie since last year when you had English with him.” 

You groaned. “Yeah, I know.”

You slammed your notebook shut. It was just Study Hall anyway. “Dustin’s annoyed by it,” you couldn’t help but laugh a little and Robin joined in. “He’s gonna be so pissed when you two start dating for real.” “Um..IF we start dating. Baby steps,” you reminded her. Your brain could not comprehend even the possible thought of actually dating Eddie Munson. You also didn’t want to set yourself up for disappointment if things didn’t work out. Somehow this felt similar to fighting in the Upside Down. You sighed and looked over at Robin. “All I know for now is I’m taking Dustie and Mike to Hellfire tonight,” your mouth turned up at the corners in a hopeful grin as you spoke. 

“You’d better call me as soon as you get home,” Robin stated. 

“I will. I promise. I’ll tell you everything.”

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hi just got some munningham brain rot to share. Maybe this is due to the anti’s but I don’t think Eddie and Chrissy would get together in hs. Like I LOVE the idea of popular x freak and all the fun that comes w it but hear me out

Eddie is clearly a very caring guy. He actively made a space to help and protect outcast and bullied kids so they don’t feel alone. Chrissy herself isn’t too different tbh she’s just in the popular crowd but she clearly feels alone if she couldn’t even tell her boyfriend about her nightmares or eating disorder. I feel like Eddie and the fact she feels safe w him after a few months of them just hanging out and trusting each other she’d eventually open up to him and Eddie isn’t an idiot he clearly notices something was up within the first few minutes of them meeting so I think he’d totally clock she isn’t mentally okay.

I feel like for the remainder of their senior year he’d care more about trying to help her with her mental health and encourage her to open up more to her counsellor than actively try to peruse a relationship because he isn’t the sort of guy to take advantage of someone in a vulnerable state of mind (not that people struggling mentally can’t be in loving relationships it’s just at that point w her breaking up w her boyfriend and dealing w her home life it would just be less important to him than making sure she feels like she has someone to truly rely on). I think they’d still flirt but just more they are on that line of is this jokes or do we truly mean it. Cue mutual pinning!!

Ofc as they grow the others would make comments about them but I feel like they’d both laugh it off and be like ‘what no us were just friends totally just friends 100% for sure haha…ha’ and be totally oblivious as to if the other actually likes them. Dustin would 100% be getting grey hair dealing w them and Steve (and Nancy…). They’d have moments over the years of them being like oh shit are we having a moment or is this just normal or the typical about to kiss and the kids burst in vibes. But the mutual pinning would be so strong.

Eventually they’re like 23 or smth Eddie is still touring w his band Chrissy number one fan ofc who’s doing great maybe she’s got a job as a dance teacher which is a hc I low-key love I feel like she’d be so cute w kids (but also her studying psychology or smth is also a vibe give me therapist Chrissy telling Eddie random facts about how the brain works). And maybe it’s time for some jealousy… eddie’s band getting attention and we can see he’s a fine man girls and guys wouldn’t be shy to flirt w him in front of Chrissy and ooof our girlie is conflicted rn cos possessive Chrissy is fun. The urge to be like ‘sorry he’s mine’ is so strong and if Eddie was like ‘hey can we pretend to be a thing to get these people to leave me alone’ her brain goes poof and heart goes boom pretending to be a proper couple in front of his fans. And it’s not hard to believe considering Eddie’s already been dedicating songs to her for YEARS hell give me Eddie learning Chrissy’s fave pop song and putting a metal spin on it PLEASE. Ofc Eddie is no better w his reactions he’s getting flushed w his arm around her and her looking at him like that. Now to be honest Chrissy probably has enough people hitting on her in general. She’s the queen of Hawkins high and a rep like that would probably stick not to mention the rumour mill when she started hanging w Eddie. Eddie picking her up from work when random dads try to keep her talking and ofc scary dog privileges come w Eddie and his rep. Eddie would defo feel jealous about the fact so many people hit on Chrissy but she’s always rejecting them which makes no sense to him but then again no one deserves an angel like her. Maybe some Eddie not feeling like enough angst considering he’s quite a vulnerable guy himself.

I feel like eventually all this would ofc come to a head in some big stupidly cheesy romantic scene which Eddie would totally comment on just for Chrissy to finally kiss him to shut him up for once as he’s just like brain empty. And that’s as far as my silly brain rot has gotten so I hope you enjoy sorry for the length just the years of mutual pinning would be so good and I’m someone who calls friends to lovers dull but if it’s them I’m on board.

Please don't tell me antis are still bitching about their age-gap?

Hi and again sorry for the late reply and YEEESSS to the mutual pining/slow burn I live for it lol, and I do 100% agree with you. I think it would kind of make sense for them to not be together like, instantly, despite the chemistry between them. I love the idea of them really get to know each other and spend time together to make up for the lost time🥰, and like you said, Eddie is a very caring person(like even in his last moment, he still made sure that Dustin would look after the lost sheep for him and told Dustin he loves him) and Chrissy, who's clearly suffered a lot. I think Eddie would just put her well-being first and focus on healing her wounded soul (time for Eddie to work his magic and become Chrissy's salvation, and vice versa)

Not to mention they both think each other as "mean and scary", not literally ofc, but because their own insecurity and personal problems, I suppose it will be pretty hard for them to approach each other, to actually make a move and go there? So yeah, would love an ultimate slow burn and desperate longing and all that delicious sexual tensionss then just slowly work their way into a beautiful and healthy relationship. 💅🏻✨

I feel like Wayne Munson would be the perfect character to really help Eddie and Chrissy with their romantic relationship? Imagine the three of them go on a vacation where Eddie was doing some dumb shit or just being Eddie while Chrissy and Wayne just sit there watching him with a fond smile, and Wayne would take the opportunity to open up to her about Eddie and everything...and Chrissy suddenly realize that oh shit I'm in love with him. And we know Wayne and Eddie would give Chrissy the "family" that she truly deserves. Anyway, I'm not a writer by any means so I will stop here but for all the fantastic Eddissy writers out there, please explore the relationship between Eddie, Chrissy and Wayne Munson more I would love to read it 🥺

As for jealous Chrissy, I had this silly little headcanon where Chrissy would get jealous of Eddie's sweetheart🎸

because Chrissy overheard Eddie talking to her 🎸 and how much he loves her when Chrissy literally thought they were going to get together and she became super upset and sulky. Eddie notices it and eventually finds out the reason and can't stop smiling like an idiot while secretly enjoys the jealous very much 😏 and one day He just asks Chrissy out and tells her: “ listen Cunningham, I really want you to meet the woman of my life, and then ta-da it's a fucking guitar 🎸then proceeds to confess his love for her, because Chrissy is the one and only (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و💖 It’s ridiculous, I know 🤣

Again, I don’t think I am making sense lol so sorry for the nonsense and thank you very much for sharing it with us!! 🥺