#when he sprayed the air freshener in his mouth

[lalospollos]

the deke to buggy pipeline >>>>

[moon7jay]

Pent up (l.hs, p.sh)

Read pt.2 here

Warnings : Non con, dub con(?), morally grey plot obviously (what do u even expect from me), filth, smut

Heeseung could feel the familiar itch in his chest and palms... and somewhere else. Well his dick to be precise.

He was horny. Inexplicably and utterly horny. could you blame him? His fanbase was majorly comprised of females. Hot females. But they weren't allowed to mingle with fans and that heightened his yearning more. Like craving the taste of a forbidden fruit.

He rubbed an exasperating hand over his sweaty face, breathing heavily through his nose to get in as much oxygen as he could, the testosterone was high in the hotel room, everyone still riding the adrenaline rush from the concert even though it had been done and over an hour ago. The tension was high in their bodies still and he could feel himself buzzing with it.

He knew it was practically impossible to get pussy at this hour, especially with the whole NDA thing and it agitated him further. His balls were heavy and in a desperate need to be drained empty by a tight warm pussy or mouth, he didn't even care, he just needed release.

He mentally thanked God for being the oldest and having the solo room privileges cuz it seemed like hardcore porn and his hand would have to do for the night. He was so ready to jerk off till his dick ached.

"Gonna head to my room" he informed Jay, who was sitting beside him on the spacious couch, just in case their manager started panicking upon not finding him with the rest of the boys.

Jay gave him a quick nod of acknowledgement and went back to whatever he was doing on his phone. Probably texting his girlfriend. That lucky fucker, heeseung thought. Jay's girlfriend was hot, heeseung had checked her out shamelessly on multiple occasions, even tried to get into her personal space a lot of times until Jay strictly told him to back off. Well, his bad, but what could he do? He was just a man who thought with his dick most of the time.

You heard him before you saw him, the sudden click of the door opening startling you enough to make you jump and turn around towards it. With the air freshener still in your hands, you came face to face with the most gorgeous man you had ever seen.

First thing you noticed about him was how tall he was, looking down at you even from a distance. His messy hairs fell over his forehead , his entire body clad in a casual black shirt and sweats attire. You gulped cuz this wasn't a part of the job. You were told to ready up the rooms for some very important people who would be staying at the hotel tonight but no one was supposed to be here for another hour or two. or maybe you messed up the timings again. Oh you were fucked.

The gorgeous man raised an amused eyebrow at your deer caught in the headlights stance and that's what finally made you break out of your inner monologue and you bowed to him, body on autopilot to do damage control

"I'm so sorry for the inconvenience sir, i wasn't aware you would get here this fast, I just need to fix the bed and I'll be done" you stuttered out, hoping a quick apology would be enough and turned back around to quickly fix the sheets, spraying the freshening spray around, hoping you won't be reported to the manager for this blunder.

What you failed to notice in your inner panic was how heeseung turned the lock of the door, setting the bolt in place, basically locking you in the room with him.

You didn't notice how his eyes scanned your figure while you apologized to him, or how his blood ran hot when the word "sir" came out from between those tempting, glossed lips of yours.

You didn't notice how his eyes ran shamelessly over your exposed legs, his tongue coming out to wet his lower lip while he ogled the curve of your ass as you bent over to fix the bed sheets.

Damn, heeseung thought, his dick twitching in interest, already leaking in his pants with how excited he was becoming at the sight of you.

You jumped upon feeling two large palms grabbing your sides, a squeak falling from your lips at the unwelcome touch

"What the fuck" was the first thing that came out of your mouth, caught too off gaurd to even react properly.

You tried to turn around to push him away but before you could even move he was twisting your body, manhandling you onto the bed. Your mouth opened to scream but a large palm stopped your attempt, your eyes widened in terror upon feeling his large body settle over yours, one tight grip on both of your wrists, trapping your hands above your head while his hand covered your mouth.

Heeseung was ecstatic, he could feel how soft you were against his hard body,your tiny figure squirming underneath his harsh hold, wide scared eyes staring up at him through wet lashes, he wanted to coo, you looked so adorable like this. Just ready to be fucked.

"You know I could easily get you fired sweetheart, just don't fight this" He threatened subtly, his calm voice oddly did the trick and you halted your struggling body.

You were a broke college student barely making ends meet. Your younger siblings depended on you for everything and so just the thought of getting fired was enough to chill your bones. That just wasn't something that you could afford. Tears flowed down your cheeks but you complied. Accepting your fate.

His eyes pivoted to your heaving chest, the open button at the top of your dress shirt giving him a peak of your perky mounds, driving him crazy with his rising lust for your body.

"Going to remove my hand but only if you'll be a good girl" he whispered, his hot breath fanned your face and you nodded too enthusiastically, making him chuckle and remove his hold on your mouth. His hand instantly moved to unbutton your shirt, making you sniffle into yourself. You closed your eyes in disgust, not wanting to see what was happening to your body, a sharp gasp leaving your lips when his rough hand squeezed your chest harshly.

An excited "fuck" fell from his lips upon feeling your soft tits, hardening him further in his pants. He duck down to run his nose along your clavicle, breathing you in while he groped the sensitive flesh of your boobs mercilessly. He traced the length of your neck and jaw, leaving small kisses and bites, eventually coming face to face with you.

"Open your pretty eyes I want you to see me do this to you" he whispered on your lips, taking the bottom one between his teeth. His nails dug into your mounds when you didn't listen, making you cry out in pain and giving into his wishes.

Your tear strained eyes looked into his lust blown hazy ones, watching how he suckled on your bottom lip, opening your mouth pliantly when he thrust his tongue into your mouth, licking and sucking, lewd noises coming from him at the taste of your tongue.

Heeseung was painfully hard. And as much as he wanted to take his time exploring your body, he was too fucking impatient to do so. His dick was weeping to get inside your warm fuck hole and he was not going to deprive himself of the much needed relief of your body any longer.

He moaned into your mouth, licking deeper while his hand travelled down between your legs, moving under your dress skirt to probe at your pussy from above your panties, making you gasp into his hungry mouth. That breathless gasp and the feel of your cunt was what did him in.

Removing himself from your body he climbed down the bed while you watched him petrified. Nerves frozen in anticipation of his next move.

"Take off your panties" He instructed you while he undressed his lower half, hastily taking off his sweats and boxers, exposing his hard and leaking dick to your terrified eyes.

You sobbed, your thighs closing upon the sight of his member, it was so big and you could already imagine the pain it was going to put you in. You saw how his jaw clenched at your lack of action, sharp and annoyed eyes staring daggers at your face

"we can both enjoy this if you don't fight me baby, or I can enjoy this alone I don't fucking mind it either way" He gritted through his teeth, climbing back on top of you. Before he could reach for your clothes your small hands were stopping him, sniffing softly as you took a good look at him. His inquisitive eyes watched you impatiently.

"O-okay" You whispered and slowly reached down to take off your panties, opening your legs for him. A weird tingling feeling was starting to build up in between your legs upon seeing his leaking length. Maybe it was the fact that you hadn't gotten laid in a while or maybe you were a freak but you could feel the moisture starting to accumulate in your pussy.

He bit his lower lip upon seeing you so pliant and ready to take him. God he needed to fuck the shit out of you. "That's a good fucking girl" he whispered.

He didn't wait any longer to aim his cock at your entrance, parting your pussy lips and breaching the opening of your cunt, a pained moan leaving your lips while he groaned in satisfaction at the feeling of your snug walls.

Your hands held onto his shoulders, your back arching at the feeling of him forcing himself inside of you so roughly, burying himself in your womb to the hilt.

"fuck yeah baby" He groaned upon feeling his balls slap your asscheeks, finally fitting his entire dick inside your warm and tight pussy.

He didn't give you time to adjust, his hips moving on pure animal instinct to fuck. You screamed in pain at his brutal movements but the constant bumping of his dick into your cervix was making your eyes roll back into your head.

His hips moved against yours roughly, pelvic smacking sounds filling up your senses. Heeseung's mind was focused on the singular thought of your pussy, brows furrowed and mouth open as he moved his dick in and out of you, enjoying the tight clench of your walls, giving him so much pleasure his entire body was on fire

"your cunt is making me feel so good" he panted on your face, his movements never ceasing, you could feel every drag of his veiny cock against your gummy walls, making you moan in pure pleasure

"You're getting wetter the more we fuck baby" He chuckled through strained voice, hoisting your legs over his shoulders, taking you deeper, penetrating his cock way past your womb.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, moaning helplessly as he grinded his lower body into yours, your colliding sexes making a mess now that you were leaking onto the sheets

"That's right-fuck-enjoy it with me, a little fun never hurt anybody" He grunted, increasing his pace, desperately chasing the friction your pussy was giving him

"Oh my god-" you screamed when he continued to beat your insides raw, bumping continuously against your g spot.

"Yeah? feels good doesn't it baby? giving it to you so good yeah?" he spoke, his thrusts merciless. Railing you into the bed.

Your hips chased his own, opening your legs further for him, enjoying the sex more than you were supposed to. If this was happening to you, you might as well enjoy it right?

Your lips attached themselves to his throat and he moaned, lust blown eyes staring down at you

"You are getting off to this you little fucking slut, fuck yeah " He spat at you in disgust but the twitch of his dick inside your womb didn't go unnoticed by you.

"You like when men force themselves inside your slutty little cunt yeah? makes you feel so good doesn't it baby?" His words only made you wetter, your juices leaking onto his balls.

He was busy pounding you into the sheets, the bed creaking loudly, skin slapping sounds so deafening you didn't hear the lock jingling and the door opening.

"Mhmm fuck, busy enjoying alone?" a manly voice interrupted your pleasure filled haze, your eyes darting to the side as a tall and even more gorgeous figure came in your field of vision. His eyes were focused on you and how heeseung was railing you.

Even though you wanted to hide away from his gaze, the lust filled phase your mind was in was turning you on more.

Heeseung didn't cease his movements, smirking at the spare key in sunghoon's hand, he sighed in pleasure at the way your pussy was clenching rapidly around his dick, excited at the prospect of someone watching you fuck

"little slut, she likes that you're here" he panted, folding your body in half and fastening his hips, feeling the knot in his stomach tighten.

"fuck keep clenching on me baby, I'm so fucking close" He groaned, his movements incessant, holding your hips and moving rapidly against you, harsh breaths fell from his lips, eyes focused on yours. He slotted his mouth against yours and moaned out loud, his hips stilling inside you while he filled you with his fuck cream,moaning in satisfaction.

His subtle grinds were frustrating you, needing more friction to reach your own high. Heeseung felt your hips pushing up from the bed to chase his dick and chuckled in disbelief

"you want more dick?" he asked pulling out of you with a pop and watching his thick cum leak out of your hole. You nodded, your hand moving down to circle on your clit, arching into your own touch like a literal sex hungry slut.

"fuck that's hot" sunghoon groaned and your eyes moved to him, his hand squeezed his bulge from above his pants while he watched your movements with hungry eyes. In your sex drunk haze you had forgotten he was even there. You opened your legs further, showing him what you were doing.

"You can stick it inside of her you know, bet she wants it bad" heeseung taunted at him, climbing down the bed and taking a seat on the couch across from it.

Sunghoon was scurrying to unzip his pants as soon as he understood the meaning of heeseung's words and before you knew he was settling over your body, rubbing his dick against your slit, making you bite your lower lip in anticipation of getting dicked down again.

"Where did you even find her, I thought we weren't supposed to fuck fans" He asked looking over at heeseung briefly before pushing himself inside you with a pained groan. You screamed at the sudden penetration, body squirming.

"so fucking tight" he let out through gritted teeth, snapping his hips into yours impatiently.

You wrapped your arms around his neck and arched your body into him. God he was so much bigger than heeseung, your pussy felt so full, you could already feel your high approaching.

"She's not a fan" heeseung groaned gruffly, making you glance over at him, your pussy clenched crazily upon seeing how he sat manspreading on the couch, his dick in his palm, jerking off while he watched you.

Sunghoon didn't question him further, at this point he couldn't care less about who you were, he just wanted to fuck your pussy and that's all that mattered to him.

His hands moved down to help you wrap your legs around his waist and he started thrusting inside of you, a pleasurable groan leaving him upon feeling your wet snatch

"warm and wet, she's like every guy's fucking wet dream" He grunted, his hips snapping rapidly into yours, fucking his dick into your fuck hole in a frenzy. He wasn't going to last long.

"she is isn't she, fucking slut, fuck her pussy , beat it till it's red and raw" Heeseung panted through gritted teeth, his movements fastening on his dick, squeezing his balls and sighing in the overwhelming pleasure.

"fuck yeah" sunghoon groaned and adjusted his hips to reach inside you deeper, making you moan in pleasure, incoherent words falling from your lips, you could taste your orgasm on the the tip of your tongue. "Such good pussy fuck yeah you should get paid for it" He chuckled breathlessly and you moaned at his words. No one had ever talked to you this way.

Your hips chased his dick desperately, fucking yourself back on him

"Yeah you like this don't you? - holy shit-like when men use your tight little cunt to jerk off their dicks don't u baby?" sunghoon panted on your face and you moaned, nodding your head while he pounded you into the sheets

"Cum In her hoon, fill that filthy pussy to the brim" heeseung moaned, his hips lifting off the couch as he watched your grinding bodies fucking like animals on the bed. Hot pleasure was running through his viens and he could feel himself close to another release.

"Shit yeah, so good, feels so good, yeah mhmmnfuck" sunghoon rambled burying his nose into the crook of your neck as his hips grinded into yours, feeling so close, so close, so-

A gutteral moan ripped from his throat and he was coming undone inside of your cunt,the feeling of his warm cum pushing you over the edge, moans and groans filling up the room

"fuck, fuck, fuck ugh God" Heeseung gasped, spilling his cum all over his hand and thighs, his stomach clenching and caving upon feeling such mind numbing pleasure.

Sunghoon's body fell upon yours, grinding a few times to properly fill you with his cum and then he was pulling out of your abused cunt. Groaning upon seeing the mess you were making on the sheets.

Your head lulled to the side in exhaustion, body so sore and mind so numb that you didn't even notice the flash going off as sunghoon captured the sight of your leaking pussy on his phone, saving it in his jerk off folder. He was quick to adjust his dick inside his pants and climb down the bed

"thanks man I needed that" He said and winked at heeseung. Heeseung nodded at him and watched as he left the room fully satisfied. His eyes fell on your spent and naked figure on the bed and he could feel his dick twitch in interest again. Fuck.

Before he could decide against it, he was picking up his phone and dialing jake's number

"Hello?" came jake's muffled voice from the speaker

"Come over to my room and bring Jay with you, I've got the perfect thing for you to relieve the pent up tension"

"Is it your ps5? Because I don't-

"It's a pussy"

Heeseung smiled upon hearing the instant scurrying he could hear over the speaker and he faintly heard jake calling jay's name before he hung up on him.

The night was going to be so so long.

[tidetfs]

"Ugh, bro, pleeeeease?"

Max looked at me with those dopey blue eyes of his, staring dully through me and appearing to lack any kind of intelligence or perception.

"I told you, I have a very important club interview," I replied. "This could determine if I can network into a good job after college!" stressing the importance of a job, something my stoner roommate never seemed to understand.

"Just one hit, man, come on! You gotta stop worrying about that stuff and just chill out!" he replied, stretching his muscular arms over his head of greasy (probably unwashed) brown hair and closing his eyes, as if musing about something important. "You gotta try this weed bro, I just, I-" he stuttered as he took another hit. "I don't fuckin' know man, I think you just need this."

Exasperated, I dropped my heavy bag on the floor and strode over to his side of the room, switching to mouth breathing to avoid inhaling too much foot funk from his "clean pile" of clothes, as Max called it. Even three air fresheners weren't enough to keep the pungent smells of weed and sweat at bay.

"What the hell, dude, when's the last time you even washed those?!"

"Oh, I dunno, a couple weeks ago, maybe?" Max replied, shrugging.

I could see some of the dried crust still clinging to the fabric. I couldn't help but be amazed at the sheer size of his stash. The pile was easily four feet across, and it was clear Max was still working to roll his way through the rest. I couldn't even imagine where he got it all.

"Look, just let me finish my meeting, then I'll smoke with you, okay?"

Max's eyes lit up.

"Yeah, for real?" he replied, excited. "You promise? Pinky swear?"

Max stuck his hand out, his pinky raised and his arm shaking slightly. He looked like an overgrown child. I was so tired, I didn't even hesitate. I wrapped my pinky around his, then turned to walk out of the room. As soon as I let go, I felt a sudden, powerful wave of euphoria wash over me. It was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. I couldn't even think straight, the sensation was so intense.

I collapsed against the doorway, unable to move. I could barely even think. The only thought that went through my mind was that I'd never felt this good in my life. Every inch of my skin tingled and buzzed, like a pleasant static that sent ripples of bliss through my muscles. I couldn't even control the way my body twitched and shivered.

"Duuuude," I heard Max say. "You feel that, man? I told you it's the good stuff."

I didn't know what was happening to me. My heart was racing and I couldn't breathe, and the feeling was getting more and more intense. "What..." I struggled to even sound out words. "I didn't even...take a hit..."

"Well, no, not technically," Max said, laughing. "But, uh, that's not what it was, actually. See, I sorta dosed your pinky."

I looked up at him, confused. My vision was blurry and I could barely see him, but he was grinning widely, and I could see the outline of his meaty, calloused hands rubbing the front of his jeans.

"See, it's like this, man. That wasn't weed. That was just, you know, a little something to get you to loosen up a bit. And, uh, well, there's this other thing, too. That shit I sprayed on your hand. It's not, uh, not exactly what you think."

The euphoria was fading, but it was still intense, and it was making my brain spin. "You sprayed my...hand?" I mumbled, barely able to understand what he was saying.

"Yeah, bro, I sorta had to, man. You kept getting me down with all your stress." He flexed his big biceps and gave one a kiss. "Now you're gonna be just like me!" He grinned wide, his perfect teeth glinting in the low light.

I couldn't respond. The sensations were still washing over me, but the euphoria was fading. As my brain began to work again, I suddenly realized that there was something wrong with me. There was a new, alien weight between my legs.

"Wha-what did you do?" I stammered, still dazed and confused. "What...what did you..."

I looked down, and froze. There was a huge, heavy bulge straining against the crotch of my jeans, stretching the thick material taut. It was huge. Like, absolutely massive. It was easily the size of my fist, maybe even bigger. It was so big and round, I could even see the outline of the individual balls.

"Duuuuude, bro, look at that fucking thing!" Max exclaimed, pointing and laughing. "It's totally fucking huge! Holy shit, man, it's the biggest cock I've ever seen in my life!"

I tried to speak, but I was still so confused, I couldn't get my mouth to form words.

"I didn't know they could get that big, man! Wow, bro, you're really packing a fucking cannon, you know that? Holy shit, it's so fucking hot." Max was practically drooling as he ogled the enormous bulge in my pants.

I could feel the heat radiating off of it, and I could tell it was pulsing and throbbing with each beat of my heart. The sensation was incredibly intense.

"It's...it's not possible..." I stammered, my voice cracking. "What...what did you spray?"

"Bro, I'm telling you, it's totally normal!" Max said, trying his best to sound reassuring. "My friend from home, he said, well, it's just that..." Max stammered again, his usually peaceful face betraying some shyness. "I've always thought you were cute, even without that package. You just needed to loosen up a little. And, I mean, I just wanted you to be, like, comfortable with me. It was just a little bit, man, and it was totally safe. Like, I swear, it's totally normal, dude." He grinned and shot me a wink. "Soon you're going to be just like me."

Max was still staring at the massive bulge, and I could see the outline of his huge dick stretching the crotch of his jeans.

"Dude, bro, I-" my hand shot to my mouth. I had never used those words in the same sentence before! "I...I didn't mean that!"

"Oh, yeah, dude," Max replied, not even noticing. "It's totally normal, bro. You're just a little high is all."

"High?!" I shouted, exasperated. "This isn't...I'm not...this isn't how people talk!"

Max just shrugged. "Bro, you've always been a nerd, and it's cool, man, I totally get it. But this is a big step forward. You're gonna love this. I swear."

I couldn't believe this was happening. I was still trying to process everything that was happening to me, when I heard Max's voice.

"Duuuuuude, check it out, bro," he said, gesturing to the bulge in his jeans. "We're, like, totally packing!"

"I can't..."

"Oh, shit, right. Dude, you gotta feel this."

Max quickly reached down and grabbed the bulge in my pants. As soon as he made contact, I felt a powerful surge of pleasure ripple through me. My body immediately responded to his touch, and I could feel my new cock throb and twitch. I groaned, unable to hold back the sounds.

"Dude, holy shit, bro, it's like, really sensitive or something," Max said, his eyes wide. "Like, really, really fucking sensitive, bro."

"No, it's...not..." I moaned, but I could tell it was a lie. It felt like Max's hand was squeezing my balls, and the pleasure was incredible.

"Fuck, bro, it's, like, really fucking sensitive, dude. Like, fucking, crazy fucking sensitive." Max was practically drooling, and his eyes were glazed over. He was clearly enjoying this a lot.

"Please, stop..."

"Fuck, bro, you're so fucking hard," Max groaned. He started to rub my bulge, and his other hand went to the front of his own jeans. "...and, you're so pretty too. I just don't want to lose you to all those meetings, bro. I want you to be with me."

"Wait, no, what are you doing?"

"I can't hold back anymore, dude, I gotta see your big dick," Max replied, unzipping my jeans and reaching in. He slowly pulled down, and my eyes widened as he revealed the huge, throbbing bulge in my underwear. It was so big, the fabric was stretched tight, and it was already soaked in pre-cum.

"Holy shit, dude, that thing is huge!" Max exclaimed, his voice cracking. He was staring at my huge bulge with a lustful expression, and his long tongue darted out to lick his lips. "It's, like, fucking, massive."

I looked down and was shocked by what I saw. It was easily twice as big as it had been just a few minutes ago. It was still growing, and it was stretching the fabric of my boxer-briefs to the limit. Max began to move closer, scrambling to take off his busted old t-shirt, meaty pecs and perfect washboard abs busting out as he did. He leaned forward, and his massive bicep brushed against my new rock-hard dick.

"Oh, shit, bro, fuck," Max moaned as he leaned in closer. At this point I could almost feel the waves of sweat and weed rolling off his huge body, and my cock was throbbing and leaking, straining against the tight fabric of my underwear.

"You're so hot, dude," Max said, reaching out to grab my huge bulge, wrapping his meaty hand around it. His hand was warm and rough, and his grip was strong, squeezing my bulge and causing a fresh burst of pleasure. "You're, like, fucking sexy as hell, man."

"What the hell, bro, no, that's not...that's not right!" I stammered, but Max's words sent a thrill through me. I could feel my cheeks burning, and I could feel the heat radiating from my skin. "That's not, I'm not a fag!"

"You sure about that, bro?" he asked, giving it a tug and sending a bolt of pleasure through my body. I felt the euphoria return. This time, it was a hundred times more intense.

"Fuuuuck," I groaned, leaning my head back. "Bro, it feels so fucking good."

"I know, right? And it's going to feel even better when you're a stoner like me, dude." Max replied, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Fuck, bro, I can't take it, I gotta get naked," Max moaned, frantically undoing his belt and shucking his pants. "I'm so fucking hard, bro, I can't wait to fuck you."

I looked down, and for the first time, got a good look at my new equipment. It was absolutely massive. It was huge and thick, easily the biggest cock I'd ever seen, and it was still growing. It was 10 inches long, and thicker than a beer can. My balls were huge, too, hanging heavy and swollen between my legs. I'd never felt anything like it.

The sensation continued to wash over me, slowly becoming heat as I began to sweat. It felt amazing. I couldn't control myself, I was already starting to moan and groan, and the euphoria was starting to mix with my arousal. My new cock was so sensitive, and the slightest touch made it throb and pulse.

"It's starting!" Max shouted, looking at my side of the room as my clean and organized things started to transform. My desk became cluttered with bongs and pipes, and posters of the periodic table were suddenly replaced by scantily clad men. My clothes started to change, too. My formerly neat shirts were suddenly full of holes and stained with various substances. My shoes were replaced with flip flops and Crocs.

"I can't take it, man, I'm too horny, I need to kiss you, right now," Max moaned, his voice shaking with desperation. "I've been waiting for this day, dude, and I can't hold back any longer."

Before I could protest, Max leaned in and kissed me, his big, thick tongue probing my mouth. The heat was overwhelming, and his kisses were passionate and hungry. His big, rough hands began to explore my body, rubbing and stroking and caressing every inch of me. He broke away from the kiss and buried his face in my neck, licking and nibbling and kissing. He was so close, I could feel the heat from his body, and I could smell the overpowering funk of stale sweat and reeking weed. It was so powerful I almost didn't notice my feet begin to ache and the pain in my lower back.

"What's...what's happening to me, bro?" I asked, my voice breaking. "I feel...I feel like...fuck, bro, it hurts!"

"You're changing, dude," Max replied, grinning. "It's the weed. You're finally becoming one with the bud."

"Fuck, bro, I can't hold back anymore," Max moaned. He reached down and began to stroke his giant cock, pre-cum pouring from the tip. It was easily 9 inches, and his massive balls were swollen and heavy with greasy, unwashed hair.

My feet continued to ache and burn as they stretched out, becoming bigger and broader. I could feel my bones shifting and rearranging, long tufts of sweaty hair sprouting out of my feet as they morphed into giant, hairy stumps. I couldn't believe it. The changes were getting more and more intense, and it was driving me wild. I felt like I was going to explode.

"I can't take it anymore," Max groaned, his voice a husky growl. " I have to make you mine."

Without hesitation, Max grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, pushing me face-first into my mattress. His hands were rough and strong, and he easily manhandled me.

"Holy fuck, dude, your ass, it's..." Max moaned, his voice filled with lust. "It's so fucking huge."

My ass was getting bigger and rounder, and it was stretching the seat of my boxer-briefs to the limits, and I felt a sharp, sudden pain as the fabric gave way and tore, leaving my huge, jiggly, fat, bubble butt exposed.

"I'm so horny, bro" Max moaned, his voice shaky and breathy, as my ass filled with greasy, oily stink, the air thick with the musk of unwashed flesh and reeking, unwashed funk.

"You're so hot, dude. It's so hot that you're getting stoned."

"What? Bro, that's not...wait!"

"Don't worry, dude, you'll get used to it. It's just the weed talking."

"No, wait, bro, you can't..." I moaned again as my legs began to push me taller, my thighs and calves widening and thickening. My feet swelled even more, filling to a size 13, and a sudden rush of heat swept over my body.

"Fuck, dude, you're so fucking hot, man," Max groaned, his voice thick with lust, rubbing my new, tick legs as dark, swirly hair began to sprout, quickly becoming matted with the sweat of hours upon hours of mindless smoking.

"Please, bro, stop," I moaned, as my body began to shake. "I can't take it, I'm gonna...I'm gonna cum."

"Dude, that's the whole point, bro," Max replied, his voice trembling. "Just relax, and let it happen. It's gonna feel so fucking good."

"It's too much," I moaned, my cock throbbing and pulsing. "It's too intense."

"I know, dude, it's just the weed, bro. It'll feel better after you get used to it. Trust me."

I could feel the hair begin to creep onto my stomach and chest, quickly spreading and covering me in a layer of greasy, foul-smelling, sweaty body hair.

"Dude, are you seriously not feeling this, too?" I asked, my voice cracking. "Bro, I can't take it, please, just stop, it's too much."

"Dude, chill, you're fine," Max replied, flipping me back over and rubbing his hand over my new abs and thickening pecs. "Just enjoy the ride."

"Wait, no, I'm not...fuuuuck!"

The sensation was so intense, it was driving me wild. I could barely even think. My pecs were growing larger and heavier, and my nipples were swelling and darkening, the areolae growing thicker and hairier.

"Fuuuuuck, dude, you're so fucking sexy," Max groaned, grabbing a fistful of hair and giving it a sharp tug, making me moan with pleasure.

My cock was throbbing and leaking pre-cum, and I could feel the heat coming from it. My balls were swollen and heavy, and they were aching for release.

"Fuck, dude, I can't take it," Max moaned, his voice filled with desperation, shoving his face into my pit as they began to grow and deepen, quickly filling with rank, musky body odor. As he licked, my arms grew longer and wider, my biceps and triceps growing thicker and bulkier. My forearms became thicker and more defined, and my hands and fingers were getting bigger and beefier.

"Bro, it's so fucking good." Max's voice was muffled by my armpit, and I could feel his tongue lapping up the stale sweat and musk.

My arms were now completely covered in thick, greasy, matted hair, and the same was happening to my back, the swirly pattern spreading like a wildfire. My shoulders were growing larger and rounder, and I could feel the muscles shifting and rearranging.

"Please, dude, don't...I can't..."

"I can't stop, bro, you're so hot," Max moaned, his face buried in my pit. I could smell our odors mixing together as our muscular bodies writhed against each other, slick with sweat and the stinking smell of weed.

I was so turned on.

"You're so hot, bro," Max moaned, his pre-cum leaking all over the place.

"No, bro, what?" I moaned, my voice trembling. "I'm not a faggot."

"That's just the weed, dude," Max replied, his voice low and husky. "You're gonna love it."

"Please, no," I moaned, but I knew he was right. I was so turned on, and the weed was driving me wild as my neck and jaw began to fill out and widen, my Adam's apple growing into a large, meaty knob.

I moaned as my voice deepened, the vibrations reverberating through me, causing me to shiver, my speech becoming permanently relaxed, just like my roommate's.

"Fuck," Max groaned, going in for a slobbery, wet kiss, our body heat generating enough stink to make me gag.

My body was now covered in matted, swirly body hair, and it was growing thicker and greasier, the same thing happening to my chest. I could feel my pecs bulging even more as my face was being smothered in kisses and licks, my nose cracking into a previously-broken shape and the skin becoming rough and scarred.

"Oh, fuck, dude, you're so fucking hot," Max moaned, burying his face in my thick neck, his voice muffled by the hair.

"No, please, bro," I moaned, my voice cracking. "I can't take it, it's too much."

"You can do it, bro, just hold on a little longer," Max replied, his voice shaky.

My tongue grew thicker and longer, and it started to loll out of my mouth, my face cracking into model-level handsomeness. I was so turned on, and I couldn't take it anymore. My balls were throbbing and pulsing, and my cock was throbbing and pulsing.

"I'm gonna cum," I moaned, my voice deep and slow.

"Do it, bro," Max moaned, his voice trembling. "Do it, cum all over me, bro."

I felt his fingers run across my short hair, sending a shiver down my spine. My body was wracked with pleasure as I felt ropes of rancid, stinking cum shoot from my cock, splattering his chest and stomach. I couldn't control myself, I was moaning and groaning, the intense orgasm rocking my body, my new, masculine frame shaking and quivering.

With each rope, my bright green eyes became dimmer and dimmer, coloring grayer and grayer as all of my worries and stress flowed out of me, and I fell into a state of bliss, my cock still twitching and throbbing as the last change began. My hair grew longer and thicker, until it was a long, shaggy, dirty mess, and a fresh wave of fresh musk rose off me.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I moaned, my voice deep and slow, my tongue lolling out of my mouth.

"Fuck, dude, you're so fucking sexy," Max moaned, his voice cracking. "I can't believe it, dude. You're, like, totally a stoner now, bro."

"Haha, yeah man...wait bro, haven't I always been?" I looked at myself in the dingy dorm mirror, and realized I looked like a dumb, stoned idiot. My voice was deeper, and my accent was different. My hair was messy and unwashed, and my skin was tanned. My pecs were massive and my abs were rock hard. My cock was huge and throbbing. My feet were hairy and stinky. I had a huge, round, bubble butt.

I laughed a deep, airy chuckle.

"That's right" Max said, staring into my dull eyes. He seemed like the hottest man I had ever laid eyes on until I realized.

"I love you, dude." Max giggled.

"Yeah man, I love you, too" I slurred, leaning in for a sloppy kiss, my tongue probing his mouth, the taste of weed and sweat overwhelming. He returned the favor, and soon, we were a mess of sloppy, stoner kisses, our thick, stubbly chins rubbing together, the sound of slurping and licking filling the room.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck," I groaned, the kiss ending, both of us breathing heavy and panting, a mixture of spit dripping from our chins. "That was, like, totally amazing, dude."

"Fuck, yeah, bro, it was fucking awesome," Max groaned, his voice trembling. "I've been waiting for this for, like, ever, bro. It's fucking crazy."

"Yeah, dude, totally," I replied, staring at his gorgeous, masculine features. His big, thick arms, his perfect washboard abs, his massive pecs, and his perfect, handsome face. He was fucking hot, and he was all mine.

[mysicklove-main]

Tanjiro Kamado hates your new perfume.

He watched Tengen’s three wives gift you the small bottle with confusion. It smelled nice, whatever the fragrance was exactly. Maybe it was air freshener or maybe it was just meant to be smelled straight out of the bottle.

But to the strong smelling boy’s horror, you sprayed it upon your skin. That recognizable, comforting scent he looks for when stuck in a crowd is now gone. Tarnished by that potent smelling liquid. He hates it immediately.

He even watched the way Nezuko, who also had a keen sense of smell due to her demon state, let out strange soft growls in confusion. It seemed to him that she also preferred your natural scent.

But how could he say anything when you look so happy spraying it on every morning. How you have a soft grateful smile on your face, while you take a deep breathe of the sweet smelling concoction.

So, for now he sits there with a strained smile on his face, waiting for it to slowly wear off throughout the day so he can be greeted with your familiar scent. He even goes as far to mention how strong and nice smelling your perfume is later in the day so you don’t feel the need to apply more. He does feel a little bad for lying.

“Isn’t this so much better, Tanjiro? I know you got a dogs nose, don’t you like it? Now you don’t have to smell me all sweaty after battle!” What is he supposed to say to that? That he likes what you smell like after harsh training? Yeah, and admit to being more of a pervert than Zenitsu. He’d rather not.

“Yep! Smells great, Y/N! Like flowers. And don’t worry about the sweat, I’m used to it!” He gives you that familiar bright smile and you kiss him on the cheek before heading out the door.

He stays in the room for a second longer, staring at the small bottle. He might as well be glaring at it. It makes him feel guilty, this was a present, and you liked it. He should have no right to feel so annoyed at the perfume.

But still, couldn’t this be a safety hazard? If your scent was covered how would he be able to find you as quickly as he does? What if it’s stronger than the smell of your blood? What if he doesn’t smell a demon because he is so distracted by how annoyed he is that your perfect scent is now ruined!

He has got to get rid of it. For the sake of his sanity and your protection.

He turns toward Nezuko who recently joined him in your room. “It’s a safety hazard, right Nezuko? I have to do something.”

She nods with a small huff and Tanjiro makes a decision. He is going to get rid of it. Cut the bottle into pieces if he must. It would be a lot more satisfying that way.

He pulls out his blade and points it to thinner part at the top where the spritzer is at. Just like a demon, he will cut the neck off and then it won’t hurt anyone anymore. He pulls his sword back to land the blow. “Tanjiro, I can make a promise that my perfume is not a demon.” You call, watching the whole situation take place as you lean against the wall with a grin.

He jumps out of his skin and turns to you with a guilt ridden face. “Y-Y/N what are you doing in here?” He asks meakly, his face flushed from embarrassment.

He catches a glance at Nezuko leaving the room. Betrayal.

“Looking for you. Heard you mention something about a safety hazard,” You hum, smug smirk on your mouth as you look toward the boy ahead of you.

“You see as someone apart of the Demon Slayer Corps it’s my sacred duty to protect you and everyone else from danger!” He reasons, knowing how ridiculous he sounds in the moment, but trying not to let it get to him.

You blink, raising your eyebrows. “My perfume is dangerous?”

He stumbles, mouth open to try to find any sort of reasoning. He fails. “Uh yes?”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you know…Distracting. Cant focus on killing demons with that smell around.”

You cock your head to the side in confusion. “Because it smells so good?”

“No! Because now I won’t be able to pick up your scent! What happens if you get lost or something and I can’t find you?”

“Alright, that makes sense. I’ll stop wearing it.”

He continues in a ramble, “And it ruins your scent! You smell way better without it. Seriously you can even ask Nezuko!” You raise your eyebrows at him. “How am i supposed to recognize if it’s you near me or some random person if you smell—Wait. You’ll stop wearing it?”

“Of course, if it makes you uncomfortable.” You respond and he feels his body deflate in relief. He was expecting that to be a lot harder considering how much you liked the perfume. He barely had to state his case.

He sighs and brings his sword back up to the neck of the bottle. “Okay good. Shall I behead it?”

You roll your eyes with a smile. “I have a better idea.” You say, before grabbing the bottle and dropping it in the nearest trash bin. You turn back to him with a cheery grin.

He lowers his sword with a slight blush realizing how he looked. “That was a tough one. Definitely a higher rank demon. So glad I had my dog nosed boyfriend to protect me,” You tease and he looks down and puts his sword away. You wrap your arms around his neck and smile at his embarrassed face.

He glances down at you. “Let’s run you a bath”

You frown. “Why?”

“I miss your scent,” He replies with that familiar loving expression. You almost laugh at how ridiculous he sounded, but held back knowing that he was being a hundred percent serious.

[catmelonwriting]

Oohmygofd pleaaase plsplspls write bulimic reader... As some1 who's bulimic i will die if u do (positively)

BSD Men with a bulimic!reader

Warnings: Bulimia, not proofread, vomit type purging, very self inserted and based off my experiences, bad body image, reader is not underweight, hurt/comfort, a couple usages of (name) in akutagawa's bc I just can't see this man using pet names

Characters: Akutagawa, Chuuya

A/N: I'm sooo glad I'm not the only one who wanted this.. I was really hesitant to write it bc my blog is entirely smut and that usually does better than hurt/comfort, angst, or fluff, but if I'm not the only person who wants it I'm deffy gonna write it!! I don't really like Akutagawas I definitely didn't do him justice but I loveeeee chuuya's

Akutagawa

- Probably will not notice until you tell him.. just thinks you're sick or something when he hears coughing noises from the bathroom.

- From then on he's really concerned, he'll probably do a lot of research on it (w/o you knowing ofc)

- Will try and get you into treatment, even just IOP, but if you refuse HE is going to monitor everything your eating

- If you do end up binging in the middle of the night or while he's not there, the bathroom is off limits for the next 45 minutes.

- He will literally stand in the way of the doorway if you try to go, he's not risking anything.

- If you try not to eat too much the next day to 'make up for it' he'll sit with you while you eat and give you encouraging words here and there, but neither of you are getting up till your finished.

One shot

You're kneeled over the bathroom toilet, the back of a toothbrush nudging your throat, when you let out a loud gag. You immediately take the toothbrush out and cover your mouth.. you had learned to be so quiet after akutagawa found out about your eating disorder, how could you let that happen?

You hear footsteps approaching the bathroom door before three short knocks. "Yeah, Ryū?" You ask, your voice was raspy and you sounded like you had been crying. Fuck, he knows.

"..(Name) are you alright? Are you doing something you shouldn't?" His voice was sharp, like he was angry. You knew he wasn't, you knew he would never be angry at your for something like this.. just.. upset, but you can't help the guilt that courses through your body at his words.

"No." You choke out, shuffling to shove the toothbrush back in the holder. "I heard gagging." You clear your throat, trying to get rid of the rasp. "Um.. I wasn't. Just coughing. I'm not feeling well." You call out, quickly flushing your thrown up dinner down the toilet. "I'll be out in a second."

You dig in the drawers for your perfume, air freshener, dry shampoo, anything you can spray to cover up the smell of your throw up, but you couldn't find anything. So you hesitantly clean your hands and leave the bathroom with the overwhelming smell of vomit filling it.

"Hey, love." You mumble, sitting down next to him on the couch, your voice shaky. "..(Name), don't lie to me. I know what you were doing." He mumbles, placing his hand on the back of your head, pulling you closer to him. You blink back tears as you push your face into his chest. "Im sorry.. I'm so so sorry.. I didn't mean to.. I didn't.." you choke out, sniffling.

"Don't apologize to me, dear. I'm not mad, or even upset. Just.. concerned. You told me you would stop." His voice sounded sympathetic, something you weren't used to with him. The smell of cigarette smoke hung on your jacket, a scent you had grown to love and found comforting since meeting him. The way his lanky, boney, ring covered fingers glided through your hair, his soft voice, it all comforted you, it all told you it was okay to cry.

His heart ached at the little gasps and sniffles and whimpers you let out whilst sobbing into his chest. It made him want to start bawling with you, but of course he wouldn't. He could never appear weak to you. "I'm sorry- I'm so sorry Ryu- I just can't stop- I can't stop no matter how hard I try.." you sob, hands moving to cling onto the fabric of his shirt. "I'm so sorry!"

"Oh baby.." he sighed. You didn't want to look up, you know he's looking down with pity. Pity you didn't want. "It's alright. I don't want you to cry, it's not your fault.. I understand- well, no, I don't. I don't understand, but I want to help you." Wrapping his arms around you, he leans into your head, the scent of your shampoo filling his nose.

That's where you two lay for the rest of your night, him whispering comforting words in your ears, giving you all the love you could ever ask for, something you'd never expect from a man like him.

Chuuya

- He notices within the first month of FRIENDSHIP

- The way you get up and scurry off to the bathroom after every meal you share, the guilt on your face after grabbing a third serving at the party you two are at, how quick you shove shit down your throat before tears well up in your eyes and you excuse yourself.. all of it.

- He definitely cares, but probably won't confront you about it till later on in the friendship if you're still having trouble

- He won't just send you a lousy "have you been eating properly?" Text either, he's gonna invite you over to his house making it known you two are gonna have a serious conversation, then sit you down in his living room then prod and probe till you admit it.

- If you're still struggling w/ it when you're dating/when you move in together (which you probably are bc eds are harsh) he'll be like Akutagawa and monitor everything you eat, just a little more stealthily

- He is not afraid to tell you to slow down if you seem to be overeating.. he takes the binging just as seriously as the purging.

Oneshot

You had awakened in the middle of the night with a need for food. Anything you could get your hands on you needed inside of you asap.

You quickly and carefully slipped out of his arms and out of bed, tip toeing to the kitchen and flicking the light on. The first thing you see is a brand new box of cereal you had bought today, Chuuya hadn't had it in awhile, it was his favorite as a kid and he seemed happy while buying it. Guilt tote through you when you ripped open the box and shuffled handfuls into your mouth, before discarding the half empty box on the ground.

You reached for the cake you two had made for your birthday last week, taking fistfuls with your bare hands and shoving the icing covered cake in your mouth.

After shoving everything in vicinity down your throat, you open the fridge to find a diet coke, or a regular, just anything with bubbles.. anything with carbonation to help you get this all up better. Anything. Your eyes land on an energy drink you had bought yesterday.. you were saving it for today, but in your eyes you needed it now.

You crack it open and glug it down, before looking at the mess you made on the floor. Empty boxes, half eaten cake, a carton of half eaten cookies, an empty bowl that was previously filled with salad, an empty milk carton.. you felt sick to your stomach. You needed this out of you now. Now.

You quietly tip toe to the bathroom, turning off the kitchen lights behind you and locking the door behind you, kneeling on the ground in front of the toilet. You hated doing this, you hated how gross you felt hovering over something where your ass went.. but you needed it gone. You couldn't gain weight.. you already felt so fat as it is no matter how much chuuya tried to convince you you're average.. you just couldn't believe it. Looking in the mirror all you could see was piles of fat.

You push the back of your toothbrush down your throat, gagging almost silently as the first few things came up. You recognized some chocolate, veggies, something.. red.. you didn't want to think about it too much as you shoved the toothbrush back down your throat. You watched as everything you ate came up opposite to the order you had it in.

Finally, you recognize barely chewed lumps of cereal fall into the toilet, and after you throw up stomach acid mixed with dark blood, you sigh, wipe your mouth and stand up, flushing the toilet, and clean yourself up.

Walking out of the bathroom, you see the kitchen lights on. Fuck. You could've sworn you turned those off.

Your ginger haired boyfriend turns the corner from the kitchen, looking you dead in the eyes with disappointment on his face. You wished you could just evaporate. "Love, what is this?" He sounded.. exasperated. Tired of you, tired of your illness, tired of having a girlfriend who can't just eat normally. You were tired of it too, but the Internet made recovery seem so much easier than it really was.

Tears flow out of your eyes as you wipe the remaining spit dribbling from your mouth away. "Did you throw up?" He sighs.. you can't tell if he's being sympathetic or if he's annoyed. Maybe both. All you can muster is a nod before you fall into his chest, letting out broken sobs and choking out apologies. From where you are you can glance into the kitchen, noticing he had cleaned up the little mess you made.

God, not only did he have to deal with such an emotional, disordered girlfriend.. he had to clean up after you too? You felt like such a terrible person, like you didn't deserve his love.

"Cmon, sweetie, let's go to bed. Let me tuck you in." He mutters sleepily. "Don't apologize.. don't apologize, it's not your fault. You know I'm not mad." His whispers comfort you and make you feel worse at the same time, you didn't understand it. "I'm not mad, just worried. I could never be mad at you." He speaks softly, nudging you towards the open door of your bedroom.

You whimper and sniffle as he tucks you into bed, before getting back in himself and wrapping his arms around your waist. He leans in, whispering sweet nothing's in your ear, tracing shapes in your hip, telling you you're beautiful and it'll all be okay until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, Chuuya isn't there. He must've gone to work already. You see a small note on the bedside table next to you, and hesitantly pick it up to read its contents.

"Hey doll, I'm sorry I left for work before we could talk about this in-person, and I definitely have a plan to speak to you about it tonight. But I wanted to let you know I'm not mad at you, nor am I upset with you, I'm just concerned for your well-being and safety. I want to get you into some treatment program because I'm not trained in this, and I don't really know how to help. I know this isn't entirely about your weight or how your body looks, but baby believe me when I say you're beautiful. You are the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on and I am so lucky to have you. You are not 'too much' and your emotional baggage is not too much for me to carry. Even if it was, it's worth it for a girl as sweet and caring as you.

Love, Chuuya"

You hold the note close to your chest and push yourself backwards into bed, draping the covers over yourself and falling back asleep with his letter held close.

[serosblunt]

Heyo not sure if you take requests but if you do, Bakusquad with an s/o absolutely terrified of bugs?

Ignore it if you don't take requests lmao have a good day anyway 😔

A request, yay! I very much love these and I hope you’re having a good day too my lovely x

BakuSquad: S/O with a Fear of Bugs

BakuSqaud x (Gender-neutral) reader

Characters: Bakugo, Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero & Ashido

Warnings: Fear of bugs, that’s literally it.

Description: Headcannons for each member of the BakuSquad if they had a s/o with a fear of bugs :)

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He’s kinda like wtf😐 He’s genuinely so confused. He’s seen you take down three villains double your size all at once, and you’re afraid of bugs?

Truth be told, he doesn’t really get it, but he’ll help you combat it all the same.

You can’t step out of the door without him checking if you’re wearing repellant and carrying your spare with you.

Similarly, since they were purchased, your air fresheners have never known a day that they were completely empty.

Katsuki was quite thorough in his research surrounding bug-repelling essential oils- which he restocks the air fresheners with and wears himself. It’s a safer alternative than standard alcohol-based sprays considering his quirk.

Plus, he always smells like peppermint or lavender, so you can’t complain.

If you do happen to have a creepy insect land on you, Katsuki will do everything in his power to subtly turn your attention to something else.

Assuming you still haven’t taken note of the situation, your saviour will eye the thing like he wants to kill it’s entire family for pulling such a stunt, before employing his expert skills and strategically brushing the bug off of you.

Real talk, Eijiro is almost as scared of bugs as you are. He can’t remember when it started or where his fear came from, but he’s not exactly proud of that part of himself.

It’s not very manly in his eyes. Although your fear is helping the red head overcome his own.

Where he would normally run in terror at the sight of a spider or similar spawn of the devil, he now has to plant his feet, ensuring he’s strong and courageous for you.

What kind of a man would he be if he didn’t protect you from harm after all?

Eijiro considers it extra insentive when you kiss his cheek, a reward for his bravery in the face of danger. Though he still breaths an enormous sigh of relief once the area is clear of all crawling or flying things.

With the two of you supporting each other, you can overcome most bug-related challenges easily enough.

But you both secretly still squirm when you even hear someone mention insects or other bug life.

Honestly? He laughs when you first tell him about your fear. But it’s not because he’s making fun of you, he’s just surprised.

He thinks it’s totally adorable actually, and he loves that you turn to him to protect you from all the nasty critters.

He doesn’t always feel like the most heroic person, despite his profession. But if he can help you with your fear, he might as well be All-Might himself.

Denki wears insect repellant whenever he’s around you so that the bugs definitely won’t come near you, even via him.

Although, he accidentally sprayed the repellant in his mouth one time and you thought you were going to have to call poison control.

After coughing for a few moments, with you panicking/ laughing at him, he was okay.

Then he wouldn’t stop rambling on about how companies should make flavoured bug sprays just in case people do ingest them?!🤨

In day to day life, you were unstoppable, but the electric blond was just overjoyed to be your hero, if only for a few minutes.

As much as he tries though, Denki has met his match in a few winged foes.

You only had to express your hatred and fear for creepy crawlers once to Hanta. The two of you never really spoke about it much beyond that, unless you bought it up.

At first you were worried by this, thinking that he thought less of you for your fear somehow.

But the truth was just the opposite.

He just accepted it in the blink of an eye without ever really thinking about it.

Why dwell on it? It’s who you are, and he loves you, and that means doing everything he can to help you along your journey, wherever you want to take it.

So his tape is basically fly paper right? You’d better believe that if there are bugs around, this man is acting out all of his web-shooting fantasies.

Any confirmed sightings near you, and that critter is suddenly whipped away before the little thing even knows what hit it.

Often you’d see tape flying before you had even realised there was a bug nearby.

He’s certainly efficient. It helps that he has a sixth sense for when you’re in danger, in any capacity. This apparently extended to the insect world too.

Mina acts like she’s a one-man protection squad.

She, nor you, especially wanted to harm the bugs, you just don’t want them anywhere near you. It’s like you can feel your skin crawling as they touch you, or even look at you. There’s just too many eyes there to be natural.

Mina puts on this ridiculous act of standing in front of you while you walk down the street to be ‘bug security.’

This mostly just involves her wearing some sunglasses and pretending to be your bodyguard, although sometimes you think she’s a little too dedicated to the job.

God forbid her and Denki get together with you around, you’d have no room to breathe in their canopy-like formation.

If by some miracle, a bug does evade the pink-haired girl and get anywhere near you, this woman will full-on sprint from the other side of the room, or the city quite frankly, to protect you.

Yeah, she’s a good one. She doesn’t once question your fear or call you silly names because of it either. She simply accepts it as her responsibility to stand between you and anything remotely bug-like for the rest of her life.

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[lululandd]

Ok I can't stop thinking about the froggie statues in the plants. (Find all the froggie figurines!) Reader should keep a teeny tiny one in her pocket so that when (if?) Ghost eventually invites her inside, she can sneak one in his apartment. 🐸

at peace;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

wordcount: 1205

warning: fluff, froggies, simon riley is a fucking mess, part 2 of this fic

note: also on ao3

summary: what tendy said.

The last time he felt nervous to the point of nausea was a year ago, when he learnt of Graves and Shepherd’s betrayal. But today he felt even worse than that. He saw a glimpse of her daily, sometimes once every two days. The woman saunters to his balcony, waters his plants, wipes the little frogs clean—apparently he missed a little purple one by the orchid—and goes back upstairs. 

He bought different kinds of teas the other day, not knowing what kind she would like, and now the possibility of her not liking tea at all made bile rise up to the back of his throat. Why is he feeling like this? She’s just his neighbour. He’s just being polite by repaying her for making his fire escape look decent. He’s killed men numerous times before and felt nothing, but why is asking his neighbour to come insi—

Realisation hits as he ran for the sink.

He’s never invited anyone in before. Not even Johnny knows where he lives. This would be the first time since he moved here that he would invite someone inside. He looked around the place. Is this how normal people live? Could it be too… pristine? Too immaculate? Should he have at least one picture on a shelf? He glanced at the gloomy state of his apartment and decided he needed to add a little more…. life to it. 

He was caught off guard on his way back from his third trip to the store. He had a little shoe rack and some books on the backseat of his car. 

“Hey neighbour!” He heard her speak.

Fuck.

“Allright?”

She nodded. The woman had a cup of something he can’t distinguish but recognise the café it came from. “You need help?” She gestured at his car.

“Yes.” He answered without thinking. The word just fired out of his brain like a bullet; straight out of his mouth. He didn’t need her help, didn’t want her help. There’s a very empty picture frame on the desk next to the telly and he’s fairly sure she’d be weirded out by. “In a bit.”

She visibly backed off and he thought he had said the wrong thing when she just nodded, “I’ll swing by in an hour? That allright?”

“Yeah.”

He fixed his empty frame problem, placed the books down, and arranged all the extra knick-knacks he bought to somewhere he thought would look normal and presentable. It was after spraying his living space with some air freshener that he started questioning what he was doing. Why was he doing this? To what extent is he going to pretend he is a functioning human being? Would he have done the same thing if Soap was to come over?

A knock on his balcony door lets him know if he would pass as being normal to a civilian. He was greeted with a decent sized tupperware of brownies half shoved into his face. “So what am I helping with?”

Shit.

In his daze to make his place seem normal as possible he had cleaned and put everything in its place. “Sorry, fixed it actually. Fancy a cuppa instead?”

She handed him the brownies so she can take her shoes off. She left them outside by the plants, and saw they were just like them, colourful. He gestured to the sofa as he walked to the kitchen, “Any requests?”

He was unimpressed when she skipped the sofa entirely and walked with him to the kitchen. The girl probably doesn’t trust him with her tupp—

“Any would be fine, I’m not picky.” She instead sat on the dining chair that previously held his dying plant. The plant that started all of this.

“There’s a couple. White, black, earlgrey, chamomile, matcha, as—.”

“No way. Matcha? Do you have that whisk thingy too?” She moved her wrist around.

He opened a drawer and grabbed the wooden whisk and proudly held it up. “You want matcha?”

To his dismay she shook her head, “I’ll just have whatever you feel like having right now.”

“Guest’s choice.”

“I brought brownies. Host’s pick.”

“Matcha goes great with brownies.” He lied. He just wanted to see her eyes light up like earlier.

She nodded enthusiastically, “Whatever you say, you’re the tea expert.”

Fuck. She was just being polite and leaves everything to him because she thinks he’s knowledgeable. He needs more info about tea if he— If he what, actually. Why does he keep thinking about what she wants and what she thinks of him? Would he have thought the same if it was Price thinking he knows more about tea than he really does?

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that when he turned around to hand her the tea, she wasn’t in her seat anymore. She was looking at the books he had put on the shelf. He had to walk over to hand her the mug.

“You a fan?” She pointed at his freshly purchased Dune books, he sees the sparkle in her eyes again and he has to disappoint her for the second time today.

“Haven’t read ‘em yet. Thought the covers looked interesting.”

“So you just… bought the whole hardcover set because they looked… pretty?” He notices the many crinkles at the edge of her eyes when she smiles. He would like to coun—

“Gotta match my new garden.” He nodded at the balcony. It was utter horseshite from his part but he must admit that the books did make the view prettier. He needs to take that into consideration when buying things now.

The way her face lights up to look up at him mimics the first time he had offered his space to her. “You mean it?”

He took a sip of his tea with one hand and crossed his heart with the other. He hoped this would distract her from his face because he was sure he was blushing. Where’s his mask when he n—

No.

Ghost doesn’t belong here, not now. Ghost will be needed someday when someone bothers her. Ghost will be sorely awakened that day when she tells him she shouldn’t be coming over anymore, but for the time being Ghost doesn’t belong here.

He reminded her about the brownies and glad that whatever bollocks he spewed earlier turned out correct. Matcha did go with brownies. The girl said so herself.

“I’m Simon, by the way.”

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He got a call from Price that night, and for the first time, he was sad he had to leave. His mind wandered to his books and wondered if he will ever even read past a quarter of the first one. As he walked over to look at them, he noticed something.

There was a skinny little frog covered in glitter—standing upright with an unamused face—hidden behind the books and the empty basket he had up there. He then moved the frog front and centre, where it really belongs.

Or, that’s where he thought it does, until a week later. The glitter caught his eye as he scans the room one last time before leaving, so he snagged it from its perch and slips it into his inner jacket pocket, comfortably held against his heart.

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Chapter 19

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You found yourself standing nervously outside Yeonjun's dorm room, the anticipation making your heart pound with anxiety. Glancing at your phone one last time, you noticed your friends freaking out in the group chat, giving you all sorts of advice on what not to do. You took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves, before finally mustering the courage to knock on the door.As the knocks echoed through the hallway, time seemed to slow down, agonizingly prolonging your wait for Yeonjun to answer. Your heart rate picked up, and every passing moment felt like an eternity, making your nerves grow even bigger.

On the other side of the door, Yeonjun was also feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He paced back and forth, double-checking that his dorm was clean, considering he lived with four other guys. His eyes caught sight of a small freshener bottle, and he thought it would be a good idea to create a pleasant atmosphere for your visit. He picked up the bottle and started spraying it around the room, aiming for the scents of lavender and vanilla bean to mask any unpleasant odours. However, in his haste, he ended up spraying more than half the bottle, making the fumes visible to the eyes."Shit, shit, shit," he muttered under his breath as the knocks on the door grabbed his attention. Panic surged through him as he frantically waved his arms around the living room, trying to disperse the lingering fumes before opening the door.

When Yeonjun finally greeted you at the door, both of you were met with awkwardness, and you both managed to utter a hesitant "hi" at the same time. Clearing his throat, Yeonjun opened the door widely, welcoming you inside and apologising for the mess and the smell.Before you could comment on the fragrance, Yeonjun interjected, "I'll go open a window, give me one second." You inquired, "Lavender and vanilla bean, right? It smells nice." He nodded with a sheepish grin,"Oh, then never mind, we can just go to my room and figure out this project, right?" Agreeing,together you walked into his room.

Upon entering, you couldn't help but take in the clean and minimalistic style, giving the room a homey and lived-in feel. The grand piano placed elegantly in the corner caught your eye, making it the statement piece of the room. Yeonjun's voice brought you back from your daydreaming, as he asked, "So should we get started?"

Over the course of the next two hours, both of you worked on the project, with Yeonjun focusing on the melody while you brainstormed lyrics and ideas. However, you found yourself struggling with a persistent case of writer's block, and it was becoming frustrating for you. You huffed in frustration, and the crumpled papers scattered on the ground didn't go unnoticed by Yeonjun.Deciding to break the ice, he suggested, "Should we take a break? I could order us some takeout." You sighed in relief and gladly accepted his offer, finding yourself sitting on Yeonjun's couch, eating takeout together.In your mind, you couldn't believe that you were hanging out(technically working but shhh be delusional)with your crush. The only problem was that a thick tension hung in the air, resulting in an awkward silence between you two. Remembering Ningning’s advice to start a conversation instead of standing there awkwardly, you decided to break the ice yourself.

"So how long have you been playing the piano for?" you asked with a playful glint in your eye. Yeonjun turned to you, looking like a deer caught in headlights, with chicken in his mouth. You couldn't help but hold back a laugh at the comical sight. Nevertheless, he excitedly shared his passion for playing the piano, explaining how he had been playing since he was a kid and chose to pursue it as a career because he loved it so much.As he continued talking with great enthusiasm, his eyes sparkled, and you couldn't help but be mesmerized by his love for music. Ten minutes passed, and he still showed no signs of stopping until he finally realised and apologised for rambling.Quickly stopping him from apologising, you assured him, "No, don't! I actually enjoy hearing people talk about their love for music." A warm smile graced Yeonjun's face, making you feel a burst of excitement in your mind.He then shocked you by admitting, "You know, I'm actually envious of you." You raised an eyebrow in surprise, prompting him to explain further. "I wish I could write lyrics like you, just being able to put my feelings into words. It's something I want to do—turn my passions, anger, sadness into art."You nodded along with understanding, "I get that. It's quite therapeutic to see your feelings being sculpted into something beautiful, and it gives you a feeling of pride, knowing it came from you." Yeonjun clapped his hands, exclaiming loudly, "EXACTLY, YOU GET IT!" You chuckled at his sudden enthusiasm, and the two of you continued bonding over your shared love and passion for music.

Half an hour later, the food was finished, and the project was momentarily forgotten. You and Yeonjun found yourselves engrossed in a lively discussion about music when he suddenly surprised you with a question that caught you off guard. "Y/n, why do you hate me?". The deer-in-headlights look switched from Yeonjun to you as you nervously stumbled over your words, trying to come up with an explanation that wouldn't reveal your crush on him. You decided to blame your behavior on his status and amazing talents, which admittedly intimidated you. Although it wasn't entirely a lie, it wasn't the whole truth either. Yeonjun scoffed, "Please, I wish I had talent like yours when it comes to writing." An idea suddenly sparked in your mind, and you thought, "Then how 'bout I teach you?" Yeonjun looked intrigued, prompting you to elaborate, "You said you wished you could write lyrics, so why don't I help you learn how?". His eyes lit up with excitement, and he was ready to accept the offer. However, he countered, "What do you get in return?" You hesitated for a moment before answering with a smile, "You could teach me how to play the piano."( although you already know how but you werent gonna let this opportunity get away). Yeonjun's grin grew wider as he extended his arm out, "Deal." You happily shook his hand, sealing your pact.

After checking the time, you both decided to refocus on the project. As you returned to Yeonjun's room, he had an idea, "Since you're struggling with ideas, maybe playing some music might help get some ideas flowing." You agreed, not expecting that one of your songs would blast through the speakers. All you could do was smile through the pain as you watched Yeonjun excitedly bopping his head to your songs, “perfect”.

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Arven x Female Reader: Food Poisoning

You ate something bad at the school cafeteria and you got sick that night. That’s when Arven shows up to take care of you.

Class was over for the day. You went back to your dorm to relax and do some schoolwork. Though as you were studying, you started to feel queasy. You sat back in your chair and took some breaths, hoping that feeling would go away. But it didn’t. You felt a wave of nausea hit you. You got up out of your chair and scurried to the bathroom just in time for you to expel the nasty contents of your stomach into the toilet.

Your Rotom Phone flies to you, indicating you got a text. It was from Arven.

“Hey, sweetness. What’s going on in there? Are you okay?”

You stopped puking and you respond:

“I’m sorry if you’re hearing it all. I just threw up. I think I ate something bad at lunch.”

Arven then answers:

“Oh, that’s terrible. Might be food poisoning. Hold on. I have some medicine for that. I’ll be right in.”

You didn’t want Arven to come in and catch your stomach bug. You flushed the toilet, rinsed your mouth and washed your hands. You even sprayed air freshener in your bathroom. You tried walking back to your bed, but you were too dizzy and weak.

Arven comes in with stomach relief medicine and sees you trying to walk to bed. He comes to your side and helps walk you to bed. “There you go, love,” he says, “let’s change you into your PJs and I’ll give you your medicine.” Arven helps you out of your uniform and into your favorite PJs. He then helps you get into bed and puts your trash can by your bed.

“What was it you had at lunch?” He asked you. You groaned, not wanting to mention anything food related, so you went with the number on the menu in the cafeteria. “Number 8.” you said. Arven remembered what dish that was and almost said it, but held his tongue. He didn’t want you thinking about it. “I’ll talk to the staff about it tomorrow,” he said, “it might be the result of cross-contamination. I’m just lucky I don’t order…..the ‘F’ word here at school. That’s why I prepare it myself.” He was super careful not to mention food.

Arven pours the liquid medicine into the cap and sits you up so you can take it. Once you gulped it down, you lay down to rest. Arven gets up to grab his notepad from his backpack and wrote down a reminder to talk to the staff to inspect the Number 8 on the menu: The Chonky Lechonk Sandwich. He stores his notes away and goes back to checking on you.

You were laying there, feeling absolutely miserable and barely moving. You watch as Arven sits down in your desk chair and scoots it towards your bed. You slowly close your eyes and hope your sickness disperses soon.

As you were sleeping, Arven did the rest of your schoolwork for you. He already had his done before hearing you get sick in the bathroom earlier. When he finished, he turned around to see you. You were fast asleep. Arven felt he couldn’t leave you alone all night, so he decided to sleep in your dorm. He unrolled his sleeping bag on the floor in front of your bed and nestled in.

The whole night, you slept. Though you still feel sick and achy the next day. You woke up to see Arven wasn’t there. He left you a note telling you he’s giving word to the staff about the menu item and is coming back. You haven’t thrown up yet and probably don’t feel like it, so you stayed in bed until Arven returned.

Arven came back to see how you were holding up. “You doing okay, sweetness?” he asks. You tell him groggily and sickly, “Haven’t puked yet, but still feel woozy.” Arven nods. He then says, “Take it easy, love. Just rest as much as you need. And let me know if you need anything. I’ll be here with you.” You nod again as you go back to sleep. Arven spends the whole day in your dorm with you so he could take care of you. He was lucky he didn’t get sick.

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On the Clock!

C!Wilbur x Gn! Reader

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Chapter 7

"Darling, I'd hold you."

trigger warning: Slight mentions of sewerslide

--One new message--

Wilbur:

Goodnight.

Delivered: 12:34 A.M.

The light from my screen flashed far too brightly for my tired eyes. Unenthusiastically, I rolled out of my bed and checked the clock on the wall for the time because even though that had been the initial reason for looking at my phone, I forgot to check. It was ten in the morning, not exactly, but close enough. I didn't have any big plans for today except maybe searching online again for available higher paying jobs than the gas station in case I never get an email back from the coffee shop. I didn't want to stop working with Wilbur. In reality, I think he's the only reason I've stayed for as long as I have... but I can't keep living off of this current paycheck. I'm so far behind on my rent and the station doesn't allow me to work more than a certain amount of hours.

Wilbur and I... it's complicated. We're bestfriends, but that only lasts for as long as I'm clocked in. Maybe we're just coworkers after all. Does he see me how I see him? He's always been so quiet about his life outside of work- I am too, but for some reason, it's just different with him. I'd be willing to talk about all of my shit with him if he asked... but he never has. I'm not sure why that bothers me so much. Usually, I get angry when someone tries to be all in my business, but I want him to ask. I want him to care. Maybe the fact that he doesn't ask means that he just doesn't care.

I wipe my hands across my face as I stare at my disheveled appearance in the small bathroom's mirror. How did thinking about work become an anxious conversation with myself about whether or not Wilbur actually sees me as a friend? My brain was clearly a mess today.

After I finished getting myself dressed for the day, I padded through my phone, checking my email for any response about the second interview. I was probably just kidding myself though, surely I was getting my hopes up like always and the position had already been filled by yet another mediocre teenager being forced to appease their parents. I was getting sick of working stupid low-paying jobs at twenty-four. I should have just listened to my parents and let them pay for my way into med school, but no. I had to want to be an artist.

I decided to shoot Wilbur a text. Maybe it wasn't a busy day at work and texting him would keep me distracted for a few minutes.

Y/n:

Hey what's up?

I sent the text and tossed my phone to the side but turned on my ringer before so that way I could hear when he responded.

My phone lay silent on the bed for a while as I went bout cleaning up my small apartment. I sprayed some cheap air freshener to attempt to remove the smoke-stained smell that came as an addition to the apartment. There were worse smells that the apartment could have smelled like, but I wasn't sure how the previous owner even got away with that much smoking inside when the apartment complex owner was very uptight about what went on inside each apartment, especially smoking. I brushed off the question before accidentally inhaling too much of the freshly sprayed air freshener that smelled like lavender. I coughed slightly, trying to get the taste out of my mouth. It wasn't a pleasant lavender, I couldn't quite explain it but the smell was just far too sweet and it burned my nose. For better or worse, the spray didn't actually last that long and I was beginning to debate just buying a slightly more expensive brand of air freshener with how fast I had been going through these cans.

My phone chimed which caught my attention.

Wilbur:

Just a lot of work. It's my day to stock shelves and Darrien isn't here to help at the register.

I looked at the message and knew the stress that he was going through. Stocking wasn't a fun job but usually I had Wilbur to at least work the register while I did it. I looked at the clock and saw it was getting closer to noon which meant the store was fixing to be at its second busiest time of the day. I let out a sigh before shooting Wilbur a text back that I knew I'd probably regret.

Y/n:

Need me to come in and help?

Wilbur:

Aww

care about me enough to work on your day off?

"I knew I'd regret it," I said aloud to no one except myself.

Y/n:

Nevermind.

I'm staying at home.

Wilbur:

No no no! Please come 😭

It'd actually help a lot.

Y/n:

...

Wilbur:

Please🙏

Y/n:

Wilbur:

Fine😭

But I will make fun of you ten times more this next week

Y/n:

Calm down I'm getting in my truck😭

Wilbur: 😁

Y/n:

Smh

Wilbur:

Thank you.

Y/n:

Whatever.

get to work

When I made it to the station I realized that I forgot my earbuds at home. This only meant one thing: I got the pleasure of annoying Wilbur more Wilbur got to listen to my amazing voice waaay more.

I opened the door, to which the chime rang loudly. Wilbur didn't lift his head and just said "Hey welcome in, I'll be with you in a second."

I went up behind his crouched form and just stood over him. He took out his earbuds and looked up with a confused expression until he realized that it was me standing above him. It was weird seeing him from a high angle. Usually, Wilbur was always standing above me and I'd strain my neck to meet his eyes. But now, Wilbur was below me, his head cocked up to meet my eyes and a relieved expression on his face.

"Thank god. I think if I had to deal with one more redneck hick, I'd actually shoot myself," Wilbur said sounding exhausted.

"Right well, let's not actually do that," I laughed nervously.

"Obviously," Wilbur didn't look up as he muttered back quietly and only continued to place boxes of candy bars on shelves.

"Wilbur?" I asked quietly. He didn't turn to look, in fact, he didn't do anything at all to motion that he had even heard what I had said. "You would never actually do anything like that... would you?"

Wilbur finally stopped filling the shelves with useless junk that appealed to people who actually could afford to enjoy luxuries such as random overpriced candies. His arms fell to his side before he let out a small sigh. He turned and met my eyes slowly, "I'm not going to do anything like that, Y/n."

A wave of relief flooded over me. I gave him a small smile before offering a hand to help him off of the floor. His fingers reached up and clasped over my hand as I pulled hard to get him off the dirty ground. As I pulled him up, he did something unexpected. Wilbur's arms came around my body, holding me close to him in a hug. His body was freezing cold as he clung tight to me. He stood there in silence for a moment and somehow it didn't feel awkward, instead, it felt nice to be comforted. I think the last time I hugged someone who wasn't a stuffed animal was when I had my last boyfriend during my senior year of high school. But he's a story for a different time. Wilbur squeezed tight once more before saying "You shouldn't worry about me so much," and then letting go and picking up his empty box and tossing it to the side. "You remind me of Tommy in that aspect." This also caught me by surprise. He didn't often talk about Tommy, and if he did, it was just the version of him in his book.

"How so?" I asked after a moment of silence.

"He was far too caring." It was a moment more filled with silence and Wilbur's feet shuffling to go grab another box to unpack. "Tommy saw the bad that I had done and still cared for me. Not only that but he looked up to me. I used to think his loyalty was a good thing... but having time to reflect on this, I think his loyalty to me got him into far more trouble than it was worth."

"So the real Tommy's a lot like book Tommy?"

Wilbur chuckled dryly. "You could say that."

I nodded before coming up with another question. I debated on even asking for a moment but inevitably I did ask, "So what happened to you and Tommy? Why don't you see him anymore?" My breath got caught in my throat before I went on further to say, "You don't have to answer that if you don't want to... obviously."

He shook his head while he kept filling shelves, "No, It's alright. I had to leave for Tommy's sake. I had done some pretty messed up shit to him and I can't ever make it better. The worst part about it all though... I didn't even know how to apologize. I went around for days apologizing to all of these people, but when it came to it... I just didn't know how to say it to him. I just left, and now I'm here."

I slowly absorbed everything Wilbur had told me. I wondered what he could have done that was so bad to make him feel he had to leave. "I'm sure he understands, Wilbur."

"That's part of the problem," he answered back far too quickly. "The problem with me apologizing to Tommy is that he either forgives me which makes him stupid, or he doesn't... which I don't think I'd ever be able to have a shot at forgiving myself if Tommy didn't forgive me too."

I bit the inside of my lip anxiously. "The thing is, Wilbur, you're just a person like the rest of us. We only get one shot at living and we're all going to make mistakes. The best thing that we can do is recognize those mistakes and learn from them. And if he doesn't forgive you, then that's okay. You just have to accept that and keep living, because giving up in any form is unacceptable. You can be sad and take a break... but you can't give up."

Wilbur sat still for a second before turning his head to look at me. A small smile was draped on his lips as he looked grateful for my words. "Thank you, Y/n." He laughed slightly, "You're not too bad at making people feel better, you ever considered a job in therapy?"

"Gahhh!" I groaned, "Now you sound like my parents." I shook my head, "You need to be a doctor, why not be a lawyer, you need to be making a lot of money," I mocked their endless nagging.

Wilbur laughed again, "Y/n, I think you should do what makes you the happiest."

His words, they lingered in my mind and ate me up inside. I dreamed of my parents saying that to me. A cheesy smile smeared across my face. "You're such a sap, Wilbur," I beamed.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head before tossing away another box. "Don't you have a show to watch or something?" he jokingly groaned.

"Nope," I said popping the p. "My Netflix subscription got canceled," I said trying to laugh off something that actually upset me.

"Lovely," Wilbur said sarcastically, not catching the way my smile dropped for a second after I had told him. Or maybe he did notice... maybe he just didn't care to ask.

"Yep, now you get to listen to me yap all day," I laughed out loud, trying to drown out the previous thoughts with sounds of joy even if they were faked.

"I feel like I deserve this for how many Wednesdays I've annoyed you."

"Exactly."

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It was now later in the evening, Wilbur had finished stocking the shelves and was cleaning up the store a little bit. I finished bagging a customer's snacks and watched as they walked out the door with a small chime following the motion of the door swinging open and shut. Wilbur leaned the broom against the wall and sighed, tugging at the collar of his work shirt uncomfortably before walking over to the front counter where I sat on a stool with my head leaned against the cool tabletop. "You can leave if you want."

I froze as he said this, afraid that maybe he didn't really want me here anymore. Jokingly I said back, "I see how it is, you don't want me here." I teased him but hoped to see a genuine reaction from him.

"That's not what I meant and you know that," he said seriously but a small smile shone slightly on his lips.

I laughed softly but faintly said, "And what if I didn't know that?"

"huh?" Wilbur turned his full attention to me but it was clear that he hadn't caught what I had said.

"Nothing," I spoke much more firmly. "Want to practice your mixing skills?" I asked changing the subject.

WIlbur's face quirked up into a smile but it slowly faded. "I probably shouldn't come into work hungover for a second time this week."

I nodded in understanding. "How much longer are you thinking about staying open?" I asked.

"Probably another hour or two." I checked my phone for the time, it was only six in the afternoon.

"That's pretty early to close up," I mentioned.

"We usually close earlier, mostly because Daxton isn't much help but after six nobody really drives through here."

"I mean it's not like this place is in the middle of nowhere," I laughed sarcastically.

Wilbur laughed too, but something felt off with his laugh. I couldn't quite explain it but it had an underlying sadness to it that I could feel in my chest. That feeling sat as a heavyweight, a weight that I couldn't push off, and so I asked, "What's wrong, Wilbur?"

"What do you mean?" he laughed again at my question as if he thought I didn't notice. I wasn't blind. I didn't know everything about Wilbur, but I could tell that he wasn't his usual self. While Wilbur wasn't always the happiest-looking person, he was usually able to at least laugh at a joke.

"I mean..." I thought for a second, "You just seem off today."

Wilbur stood still for a moment before nodding. "You really should look into a psychology degree or something," he chuckled dryly. "But yeah, I'm not doing the greatest. I guess I've just been thinking about Tommy a lot here lately."

"That makes sense. He was like a brother to you, right?"

He gave another small dry laugh that sounded more sad than joyous, "Right. He meant a lot to me."

I let his words sink into me for just a brief moment. "Meant."

"What?"

"You said meant. Does he not still mean a lot to you?"

"Y/n... Tommy means the world to me," he said but he sounded as if there was more to say even though he stood silently.

"Okay...?"

"But I'm not sure I deserve to even think about him."

"Oh."

"I left him, Y/n. I ran. I thought it was the only good thing I could do for him because when I was in his life I made it so much worse for him. There was one point where he looked at me and it felt like he was scared... like he didn't even recognize my-" Wilbur's voice was breaking. He cut himself off, took a deep breath in and out, and swallowed hard before saying, "I was a horrible person to him."

I looked up at Wilbur. Surely this was as bad as things could get for him. There was no way things would get worse... but for some reason, I sat there and feared the worst for him. I sat there in silence and racked my brain for something to say, anything.

Wilbur stood in front of the counter, he was still like an ancient statue, breaking down and corroded. I sat still on the rickety stool with my hands in my lap.

Shakily he said, "You don't..." Wilbur paused as he tried to collect himself, "You don't have to say anything back."

I cursed myself, cursed myself out so loudly in my head that it became all I could hear. Why can't I speak? Why don't I have the right words to give him? I want so deeply to help him but I don't even know the first step to doing so. And in an instant... my mind cleared. Like a fresh breath of air after a deep swim in cold waters, these words came to me, "I'll hold onto you?"

"What?" Wilbur looked at me with a look of great confusion painted across his face.

"I'll hold onto you," I repeated. "I won't let you go down whatever route that you took again. I'll hold you accountable, and hold you up when you can no longer stand, I'll hold your hand and remind you who you really are, the Wilbur that I know. Darling, I'd hold you. I'd hold you because that's what friends are for. To be a support beam, to be a kind face, to just be there. So I'll hold you," I spoke the final few words so softly, and as I looked at his face, truly looking at him for the first time, I saw his eyes were watered up with tears.

"So then hold me."

A/N

I have a love-hate relationship with my writing.

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Part 2, Chapter 16

Summary: After the events of S3, Matt Murdock is trying to once again balance life as a lawyer and a vigilante. But he’s been scarred by loss and betrayal - will a mysterious new neighbour help him heal? Or will her secrets drag him back into the darkness?

Notes: This is a slow burn romance with an original female character, told in 3 parts. There is mystery, intrigue, action/violence and angst - all the good stuff!

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PART 2

Chapter 16

“I need to clean up,” Matt said, the moment they entered his apartment. He was dying to get in the shower and rid himself of the soot and smoke that were obscuring all the other scents around him.

He wanted at least one of his stolen senses back.

Calina pulled him to a stop and pressed the tips of her fingers against his lips.

“Am I speaking too loud?” he asked.

She tapped her fingers against his lips once.

“One tap for ‘yes’, two for ‘no’?” he guessed.

Another tap.

He grasped the hand pressed to lips and shifted it over to hold it against his cheek. “Will you…will you still be here when I’m done?”

He hated how vulnerable he must sound. But he hated even more the sinking feeling he had in his gut at the thought of her disappearing again. Her presence felt so…ephemeral. So insubstantial. He couldn’t hear her voice. He couldn’t ‘see’ her with his senses…it was as if she wasn’t really here with him.

She tapped his cheek once, then stroked the skin with her thumb, trying to reassure him. She’d been touching him constantly since finding him on that rooftop, as if instinctively knowing how much he needed it right now.

And almost like she needed it herself. Like she was as starved of his skin as he was of hers.

Her hand drifted up to rake through his hair, smoothing it off his forehead…and that’s when he realised what was so different between them. Her touch was confident now. Her shyness was gone. Her nerves had disappeared.

As if she knew that her touch would be welcomed.

As if she knew how he felt about her.

Had the other Widows told her something?

If so…why had she waited more than a week to contact him?

He nearly groaned in frustration. He was desperate to talk to her. He wanted to clear the air between them, and find out what had happened since he last saw her, and where their future lay…but there was yet another barrier between them.

Her hand slipped down to the back of his neck and she drew a question mark there, obviously wondering why he was still standing in the middle of the room.

He shook his head. “It’s nothing.” He broke away from her touch and used a hand against the wall to guide him to the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, stripped out of his gear and started the water running. He sighed in relief as the warm spray washed away the heavy scent of the explosion and the soot clogging his nose.

Once finished, he wrapped a towel around his waist and brushed his teeth, grateful for the minty flavour of toothpaste in his mouth after tasting nothing but ash for the last hour. As he stepped back into the living room, Calina slipped past him into the steam-filled bathroom. He felt the bump of her bag against his leg, and figured she was planning to freshen up too.

He quickly shoved on some pyjama pants then sat on the edge of the bed to towel dry his hair. But the rough strokes against his head seemed to aggravate his tinnitus, the ringing sound amplifying until it was almost painful. He grabbed the sides of his head and leaned forward to rest his elbows on his legs. He pressed his hands firmly against his ears, trying to block the noise, but the ringing just morphed into a roaring buzz. He curled his fingers, his blunt nails scraping painfully at his scalp as the sound threatened to drive him mad.

And as the fear threatened to choke him.

That’s how Calina found him. He felt her crouch between his legs, her hands coming up to cover his. She gently pulled them away and replaced them with her own. She stroked the now-tender skin of his ears with her thumbs, and leaned forwards to kiss his forehead.

He sank into the caress, and whispered the question that terrified him. “What if it doesn’t come back?”

She drummed her fingers against both ears - two firm taps.

NO.

“If I can’t hear…Calina, I don’t think I can survive like this.” He squeezed his eyes shut, causing a tear to fall down his cheek.

She wiped away the moisture with her thumb and kissed the corner of his eye. Then she wound her arms around his neck, offering comfort the only way she could when words were lost to them.

He grabbed on to that comfort like a drowning man with a life-raft. He gathered her around the waist and pulled her up closer to him. She ended up in his lap, her long legs tucked either side of his.

But it still wasn’t enough.

He wrapped his arms around her back and squeezed her closer, until she was pressed firmly against his chest. Her arms came around his shoulders and she held him just as tightly. She bumped against a sore spot on his back - where he’d landed awkwardly after the explosion - and he couldn’t stop a small hiss of pain from escaping.  She tried to wriggle out of the embrace, not wanting to hurt him, but he held her in place. “No, I’m okay. Don’t let go. I- I need this. Please don’t let go.”

She tapped him once on the shoulder - yes - and relaxed into his arms. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and breathed deeply - as he’d tried to do on the rooftop earlier.

This time it worked. Her scent flooded his senses.

He still couldn’t hear her. He still couldn’t ‘see’ her. But he could feel her skin against his. He could smell her all around him. It was enough to quell the alarm inside him at the thought of her vanishing again.

They stayed that way for a long time, wrapped tight in each other’s embrace. Matt never wanted to move again. He nuzzled his nose against the impossibly soft skin behind her ear, and enjoyed the way her silky hair slid against his forehead. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, and each breath they took was in concert with one another.

He was surrounded by her. After almost two weeks of fearing that he would never get to hold her again…he was surrounded by her.

It was perfect.

“I missed you,” he whispered against her skin. But those three words felt so inadequate. They barely scratched the surface of the emptiness he’d felt without her. He wanted to tell her how much she meant to him. How much he loved her. He wanted to repeat every word of his confession in the cabin, and add a million more.

He laughed at the irony.

Calina leaned back and drew a question mark sign on the back of his neck again.

“The last time we were together,” he explained, “I could talk but you were unconscious. Now you can talk, but I can’t hear what you're saying. It feels like the universe is conspiring against us.”

She held his head between her palms and moved it slowly side to side, to mimic him shaking it.

No.

“You don’t agree?” he asked.

Another slow shake.

“What would you call this, then?”

She pulled his hands from around her back and moved them to her shoulders. Then she made an exaggerated shrugging move.

He smiled. “That’s all you got?”

She shrugged again.

“I don’t believe you. I bet you have some philosophical quote or line of poetry or a weird Russian proverb that would perfectly explain this situation. Am I right?”

She moved his hands again, so that this time he was the one holding her head. She nodded furiously.

He laughed out loud, marvelling at how easily she could lift his mood. With just a hug and a silent joke, she banished the despair he was feeling earlier.

She never failed to make him happy.

He moved his hands from the side of her head and ran his fingers over her face, mapping the structure of her cheeks and the arch of her brow. He brushed his thumb over her plump lips. “I wish I could hear it,” he said. “I wish…”

When his words trailed off, she drew another question mark, this time over the centre of his chest.

He hesitated a second longer. Then licked his lips, and finished his sentence. “I wish I could see you. Really see you.”

He rarely voiced those kinds of thoughts out loud. Since the moment of the accident he’d kept them to himself. At first, it was to spare his Dad the pain of knowing how he was really feeling. Then later, in the orphanage, he hadn’t wanted to show that kind of weakness. And he never dared say it to Stick, who thought sight was a handicap for people like them.

But right now? He would give anything to see Calina’s face.

He touched her lips again. “I wish I knew the colour of your lips.”

He gently tapped the corner of her eye. “I wish I knew the colour of your eyes.”

He tucked her hair behind one ear and drew his fingers through the long length of it. “I wish I knew the colour of your hair.”

He slid both hands down her bare arms, tracing the gentle lines of her muscles. “I wish I knew the shade of your skin and whether you have freckles or not.”

He tangled his fingers with hers and slowly drew her arms behind her, until she was leaning back, resting her weight on his thighs.

Then he continued his exploration.

He started at the notch just below her graceful neck, and followed the lines of her slender collarbones. His fingers caught on the thin straps of her top and he played with them for a moment before smoothing his hands down her sides, enjoying the feel of the material almost as much as the feel of her bare skin. “I love this set,” he murmured, referring to her pyjamas - a satin camisole with matching shorts. “It’s my favourite - did you know that?”

He felt a trembling finger tap him once on the leg.

“Did you wear it tonight, because you knew it was my favourite?”

A pause…then another tap.

He smiled. “I’m glad.”

His hands continued down, skimming over the outside of her shorts. He paused and pressed his fingers into the supple muscle of her outer thighs, resisting the urge to touch her everywhere all at once.

He wanted to take this slow. Especially if he’d somehow misinterpreted her sudden reappearance, and all her caring touches…

But he didn’t think that was the case - as he dragged his hands down her bare legs and back up again he felt goosebumps rise beneath his fingers.

“Are you cold?” he asked.

Two taps. No.

He smiled at the confirmation that she was just as affected by this slow seduction as he was. He reached the hem of her shorts and dipped his fingers underneath to swipe across the vulnerable skin of her upper thighs.

She shivered and shifted on his lap.

He continued up, over the material, to reach the waistband. He ran a finger along the gap between it and the hem of her top. Her muscles clenched and she shivered again. He spread his hands wide and swept them up, underneath her top, his fingertips just barely skimming over the curves of her breasts…before moving around to her back.

He felt a vibration under his skin, and smiled as he realised what it was. “Did you just groan in frustration?”

A tap.

A very…angry…tap.

His smile widened. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I need to take my time here. I’ve been imagining this for a while.”

His hands smoothed up her back to hook over her shoulders, his forearms trapped by the fabric of her top. Then he dragged his hands down slowly, his blunt nails scraping gently against her skin.

She squirmed on his lap then shifted her weight back slightly. He felt the ends of her hair brushing his legs, his skin so sensitised that he could feel the strands through the fabric of his pants. He pictured her tipping her head back, as if the strength to keep it up had deserted her.

He brought one hand around and ran it slowly up the middle of her chest, over her top, until he reached her neck. He was right. Her long neck was stretched taut, and he spanned the length of it with his hand, his thumb stroking the angle of her jaw.

Then he couldn’t resist any longer.

He had to taste her.

He tangled his hand in her hair and cradled her head as he leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her neck.

He felt another vibration, this time through his lips, and imagined her moaning in pleasure.

He felt a pang of regret that he couldn’t hear the sound. But he didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want to wait until he could experience this fully. He needed this distraction. Concentrating on his sense of touch was stopping him from worrying about his loss of hearing.

And as distractions went…he couldn’t think of a better one.

Besides, he knew - better than most - that waiting wasn’t always the wisest choice. Other chances weren’t always guaranteed. Sometimes there was no tomorrow, and all you had was now.

So he pushed his regret to the side, and devoted himself to the moment. His lips moved higher, to that spot he loved just behind her ear, that small patch where her scent always seemed strongest. He flicked his tongue out, wanting to swallow down that fragrance and finally savour all the different facets of it.

He licked and nibbled and kissed her skin, getting lost in her taste. It was just as good as he’d imagined. And it spurred on his arousal - he was rock-hard now, every inch of his skin feeling warm and so incredibly sensitive. He craved Calina’s touch, was desperate to have her hands on him, but he had a feeling this would be over far too soon if that happened.

And he wanted to prolong this as long as possible.

He wanted to torture them both for a while.

And she seemed good with that idea - she hadn’t moved from the position he’d put her in. Her hands were clenched in the material covering his legs and her thighs were tight against his own, as if she was gripping on to him for dear life…but she hadn’t moved.

He smiled at her unexpected submission, then opened his mouth to drag his tongue over her skin again, far from sated by her taste. The hand on her back swept up to between her shoulder blades and he used it to pull her closer, allowing his mouth greater access. He nibbled the slope of her jaw and caught her earlobe between his teeth, biting down softly.

He felt another moan.

He wanted more.

His hand slid around to her front, grazing the side of her breast. She jerked at the movement, and he smiled again. He teased her for a few seconds longer, his fingers stroking around and between her breasts before finally cradling the weight of one. His thumb swiped over the tight nipple and he felt a bigger vibration from her throat, as if she’d cried out.

God, he really wished he could have heard that one.

She started squirming on his lap as he kept up his assault - his mouth on her skin, his hand gripping her hair and his thumb teasing her nipple - until she slid forward and froze, her core pressed up against his cock.

Then it was her turn to torture him.

Her writhing turned into smooth gentle rocks against his hardness, each rhythmic thrust sending jolts of ecstasy through him. She sat up, her hands landing on his shoulders and she used her new leverage to grind against him faster and harder. One hand roamed over his back, her nails scraping across his skin, leaving trails of sparks behind. She ran the fingers of her other hand up into his hair and tugged on the short strands. His head fell back, away from her skin, as she took the lead.

And just as he suspected, the moment she got her hands on him, it was all over.

His arousal built and built as she relentlessly moved against him. He grabbed her ass, helping her along and within moments her climax hit. She froze in place, her muscles locked tight…then he felt the flush and tremor that ran through her entire body as she came.

Even without sound, even without sight…it was beautiful.

And it pushed him over the edge.

He cried out as his orgasm hit, then clenched her to him as the aftershocks ricocheted through his system. He fell back on the bed, suddenly spent.

She fell forward, landing on him in an uncharacteristically clumsily sprawl and he felt laughter shake through her. He wrapped his arms around her, and smiled.

———

Matt’s arms were tight around her back, holding her to him as she lay on his chest. And she was grateful for it. She felt like she needed something to hold her together, to keep her from coming apart in a flood of emotions - and his arms were strong enough for the task.

She felt…so much. So much that she didn’t know how to process it all.

She’d never experienced anything like that before. After years of faking it during fake encounters on missions, she finally knew what true pleasure was.

And it was…incredible. She clenched her thighs, feeling the wonderful throb between her legs as a heady, deliciously sated lethargy spread through her.

She laughed again, in sheer joy of finally being able to experience something so normal…and in happiness that she’d shared it with Matt. His touch and his lips and his body had brought her to that point of release, and she loved him all the more for it.

God, the way he’d touched her…

She didn’t know if she should feel embarrassed at how quickly it had all built to a fever pitch. It had started out slow, with those long, lingering caresses of his rough hands over her body, but when his mouth had moved to her neck, it was all over. Her lust had skyrocketed…

Her core throbbed again as she relived the sensations of his lips on her skin. As she remembered the way he’d devoured her…

And that’s when the embarrassment did set in. Shamefully, she was glad he couldn’t hear the noises she’d made as he’d played her body so expertly, because she’d been out of control. He hadn’t even kissed her - had barely touched her really - and she’d fallen apart in his arms.

He hadn’t even kissed her…

“I would love to know what’s going on in your head right now,” Matt murmured, stroking a hand down her back. There was a smile in his voice and his pitch was lower than normal, making him sound unbelievably sexy.

Suddenly he flipped them over, until he was braced over her, his body a wonderful weight against hers as their legs tangled together.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, sifting his fingers through the hair at her temple.

She tapped him on the forehead, twice.

He frowned. “No? What’s wrong?”

She used the wide expanse of his back to spell it out for him, hoping that her attempts at writing in Braille backwards while still in a blissed-out haze resulted in something legible.

He frowned in concentration while deciphering her words. “No kiss?” he said out loud. Then smiled in understanding. “Oh, I see.”

He let more of his weight rest against her and she shifted her legs so that he was nestled between them. “Well, we’ve always done things a little backwards, haven’t we?” he said, continuing to play with her hair as he spoke. “I was infatuated with you before I even knew your name. You moved in with me before we went on so much as a single date, and we slept together in the same bed for weeks before I ever touched you.” He ran his hand down her arm in a lingering caress to illustrate exactly what kind of touch he was talking about. “So, its only fitting.”

She hooked one leg over his to rub her heel down his calf then tapped him once on the shoulder in agreement. The tap turned into a stroke as she ran her hands over his back, enjoying the feel of the thick corded muscle beneath his skin.

He ran his thumb over her lower lip. “But we should probably rectify the oversight, don’t you think?” he asked, his voice barely more than a murmur.

She nodded, then suddenly felt shy as he leaned closer. Which was ridiculous after what they’d just done. But a first kiss felt so much more meaningful in a strange way.

She closed her eyes, sharing the darkness with him as he gently grasped her chin and tipped her face up to meet his. He used the hand on her face to guide himself towards her, and she held her breath as their lips finally met.

The first touch was almost chaste - which, again, was strange after what had just transpired between them. But she sank in to the purity of it. Her fingers moved up to his hair, and she scraped her nails gently across his scalp as they breathed the same air.

Then he changed the angle, deepened the connection, and she met him each step of the way as the kiss evolved. As his grip on her jaw tightened to open her mouth wider, allowing his tongue to dance with hers. As their breathing sped up, and hands stroked desperately over skin. As a tear leaked from her eye at the beauty of the moment - of them, in their bed, finally together, pouring their hearts and souls into this kiss, letting it express everything that words couldn’t.

Anticipation of more grew, as the kiss turned sensual. As the hand stroking her arm moved to her breast, and as she felt him start to harden against her again.

Then all of a sudden he winced and broke away from her, clutching a hand to his ear.

“Matt?” she said in concern, reaching up to cover his hand with hers. She stroked his skin with her thumb, the move now one of comfort rather than seduction.

He shook his head, as if trying to shake off the pain, and she bit her lip, hating to see him like this. She prayed to the God that he believed in that this would all just be temporary. That the pain would go away, and his hearing would return.

That his fears wouldn’t come true.

She gave him a quick kiss on his forehead, then slipped out from under him. She jogged into the kitchen to grab a glass of water and some painkillers from his stash beneath the sink. When she returned a few minutes later, he was sitting on the edge of the bed. His face seemed more relaxed and he was no longer holding the side of his head.

He refused the painkillers when she tried to give them to him. “It’s okay now,” he explained. “There’s been a ringing in my ears ever since the bomb, and it just got a little…noisier…there for a second.”

She ran her fingers around the curves of his ears, as if to soothe them. He caught her hands, and pulled her back onto the bed, rolling them both over until they were back in the same position as before. “Now, where were we?” he whispered, leaning down to kiss her again.

She blocked his momentum with a hand over his mouth. Then tapped him on the lips firmly…twice.

“No? Really?” he whined. The sound was so unexpectedly…adorable…coming from the big bad vigilante that she almost gave in. But he needed sleep. He needed to rest and heal up. She manoeuvred him onto his side and under the covers, then ran her fingers over his eyes to close them.

“I get it,” he mumbled. “I need rest.”

She smiled out how easily they’d developed this shorthand of taps and gestures to communicate. Her smile widened as Matt pulled her closer and wrapped himself around her.

It was the same position they used to sleep in…but infinitely better. His legs were now entwined with hers, one of his arms was beneath her pillow, and a hand rested on her stomach beneath her top, giving her the feeling of being completely surrounded.

Best of all, just before he settled down behind her, he brushed a lingering kiss on her cheek. “G’night, Calina.”

She squeezed the arm resting on her waist. “Goodnight, Matt. I…I love you.”

It was a bit cowardly of her to say the words knowing he couldn’t hear them…but it still felt wonderful allowing them to pass her lips for the very first time.

————–

Chapter 17

@hollandorks​ @chezagnes​ @stilldreaming666​ @acharliecoxedfan​ @yanna-banana​ @tearoseart-blog​ @freckledbabyyy​

[silver-ace-of-spades]

The dads, the Whole Bunch of Bastards, Bowser Jr, and the Dark Fun Gang have one collective brain cell.

♤◇♧♡

[meme]

Waiter at a restaurant: Kids under 10 eat free.

Ludwig: Good thing my little brother Lancer here just turned 9!

Lancer: I'm 11, actua– mmmph!

(Ludwig puts a hand over Lancer's mouth)

Lancer: (muffled angry noises)

Bowser: Ludwig, stop.

(Ludwig puts his hand away and wipes it on his napkin with a disgusted look on his face. Lancer growls at Ludwig)

~~~

[either a tweet or a tumbl]

Iggy: I watched Ludwig, the "smartest" one in the group, tell me it would be "so efficient" to spray the fan with air freshener. He did, then proceeded to cough his lungs out when it blew back at him.

Susie: Mood.

~~~

[spongebob]

(Morton eats one of two chocolate bars that he and Susie were sharing)

Morton, angry: You took my only food! Now I'm gonna starve!

~~~

[spongebob]

Ludwig: I'm asexual and aromantic.

Lancer: What does that mean?

Roy: It means he's attracted to the letter A.

Ludwig: No it doesn't!

Lancer: A a a a a a a a a a a!

Roy: Stop it, Lancer, you're exciting him!

~~~

[original]

Bowser Jr: Teach me how to do a good evil laugh!

Lancer: Are you kidding? Yours is perfect!

Bowser Jr: Well, Susie said I sound like a baby Santa Claus.

~~~

[meme]

Roy: I live in Spain but the S is silent.

Wendy: I live in Spain but the A is silent.

(Wendy spins in her shell)

Susie: I live in Spain but the P and A are silent.

~~~

[based on a tumbl]

(Lancer is eating wasabi peas. He coughs from the spice and frantically sips some water after each one)

Lancer, after each pea: Wow, that one was HOT!

Ludwig, after the fifth pea: I am literally this close to killing you.

~~~

[follow-up to previous]

Morton: You either die a SpongeBob...

(Lancer eats wasabi peas and announces that each one was HOT!)

Morton: or you live long enough to see yourself become a Squidward.

(Ludwig barely resists the urge to strangle Lancer)

Larry: Wow, that was surprisingly insightful for a Patrick.

Morton: ...Shut up.

~~~

[original]

Lemmy: "15-year-olds when I was 10, 15, and 20" memes are so funny because I'm 15 and look 5.

Lancer: You're older than Susie?!

Lemmy: Isn't Susie 16?

Lancer: (facepalms) You're right... 16 is bigger than 15...

~~~

[vine]

Susie: Hey, I'm lesbian.

Morton: I thought you were Hometownian.

~~~

[based on a tweet]

Roy: So I work as a cashier, so I get a lot of weird shit from angry Christians, but this one made me audibly wheeze.

(Roy shows a paper to Susie)

Susie: "Satan also uses education" and a human man calling a gorilla "Daddy"

(Susie begins to laugh, which makes Roy laugh again)

~~~

[facebook]

Iggy: So excited for season three!

Susie: What show?

Iggy: Please respect my privacy, Susie.

Susie: You fucking dumbass, you brought it up!

~~~

[ tumblr ]

Lemmy: r/vexillology; Flag of Japan but with this perfect water stain on my towel.

Susie: "Oh shit, I pissed the bed, better post this for karma."

Lemmy: I didn't pee on it!

~~~

[based on a tumbl]

Susie: I showed my dad Tumblr and he told me to "teach the lesbians on [my] phone how to pirate."

Bowser: Tell them not to click on any of the ads with pretty women.

~~~

[original]

Lancer: Now you see me... now you don't! Ha!

(Lancer tosses a smoke bomb to the ground in an attempt to disappear. He coughs from the smoke and forgets to escape)

Larry: Wow, haha, that sucked.

Lancer: Thanks. I took inspiration from your terrible cooking skills.

Larry: Fuck you.

~~~

[original]

Queen: Larry May I Play Smash Bros With You

Larry: Sure.

Larry, to himself: It's nice having a gamer mom.

(Queen destroys him)

Larry: Even if she decimates me in every game.

~~~

[original]

Kamek: Toil, worms!

Rouxls: Excellent! You're makething great progress!

Kamek: With what?

Rouxls: Thine training to becometh the new Duke of Puzzles!

Kamek: Um, I'm a magic guy, not a puzzle guy. And your puzzles suck.

Rouxls: I–

Kamek: And saying "toil, worms" doesn't increase my puzzle skills.

~~~

[original]

Lancer and Susie: You did WHAT?!

Bowser: Kidnapped a princess. Why?

Susie: Don't make this harder than it has to be, Dad. Let her go.

(Bowser sighs and looks into the distance)

Bowser: I don't agree with your ideals, but you're free to be who you want. If you want to be my enemy, so be it. You will be grounded, though.

~~~

[legendary post]

Iggy: Putting sour candy strips into energy drink and calling it battery acid spaghetti. Will update later.

Iggy: Don't do this.

Susie: Don't tell me what to do!

Susie: Don't do this.

~~~

[bugsnax]

Iggy: I want you to throw that substance at me.

Lancer: What?! Isn't that dangerous?

Iggy: I've got safety goggles on, it'll be fine. There was no harm done to the Goombas, so I think I will be okay.

(Lancer throws a bucket of mysterious substance on Iggy, who immediately cries out in pain)

~~~

[follow-up to previous]

Rouxls, deadpan: Iggy, did thou get Lancer to throweth acid at you?

[rk8connorzz]

𝔞𝔲𝔱𝔲𝔪𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔡𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔬𝔦𝔱 // 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔯 𝔵 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶: While cleaning around your apartment, Connor decides to stop by. A gift in hand and a surprise awaiting you. 𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰: None This is teeth rotting fluff (Dirty ass minds when I said surprise smh /lh /j)

Soft music played distantly in the background as I began cleaning my home. The window that wasn't covered by the curtain showcased a beautiful fall scene outside. Orange and yellow-leaved danced towards the ground. The alluring sun slowly set down on Detroit. Autumn was always my favorite season. The streets were littered with people dressed for the cold either taking walks with their significant others or just wandering around the streets to see the stunning scenery of Detroit's fall.

The song played silently in the background. I started with my kitchen, tidying up the ingredients I left on the counter. Organizing the messy countertop. Saving the dishes for later, I grabbed a can of air freshener from the corner of the granite counter. Halloween was always such a beautiful time of the year. Pumpkins with silly faces were scattered across almost every other person's front doorstep. The fake Styrofoam graveyards, spider webs, the orange and purple lights placed neatly on the outside of the small houses, and the skeletons which moved when you stepped on a pressure plate were common in my neighborhood.

The colorful sight reminded me briefly of a certain charming android from the DPD, where I work. His beautiful deep brown eyes drowned into mine whenever we made eye contact. The few freckles are placed perfectly along his face. His enchanting voice puts me into a trance whenever I listen to it. The way he did everything was damn near perfect. Just like him. He always smelt of sweet spices and coffee. I didn't realize I was spacing out thinking about him until I heard someone knocking at my door. I quickly yelled "Just a second!" I picked up my pace a tad, spraying 4 sprays of the air spray, then I walked as fast as I could to the door to be greeted by a very handsome and familiar face. "Hello, Detective! You weren't at work today, and I wanted to check up on you. I apologize if I interrupted something." The RK800 standing in front of me practically whispered the last part of his sentence. The deep orange sun shone on Connor, making him look as if he was gleaming. His eyes wandered, scanning the environment behind me.

"O-oh! Sorry. I was just cleaning up the house. You can come in if you want." I politely moved to the side to allow him to walk into the apple and cinnamon-smelling apartment. I just barely heard Connor taking a deep breath in. His chest heaved up, then back down once again. "I" Connor suddenly paused, then resumed. "I brought you something. I know that Halloween is a favorite for you, and I am aware it isn't typically a holiday where you bring your loved ones gifts, but I felt like I should buy you something for this holiday." I was facing the couch while Connor was behind me. I looked behind just so I can see his tall figure standing awkwardly. He held a small box inside of his pale palms. His left thumb grazed over the cardboard from side to side. I turned fully to face the beautiful man. A small giggle escaped my mouth before I began speaking, "Con, you know you don't need to waste your money on me. But.. thank you anyways." I shot him a soft and reassuring smile. He situated his hands towards me, leaning the box forward. I hesitated before shyly grabbing the white cardboard box. "But is it really 'wasting' if I'm using it on someone I deeply care for?" His sultry voice came to break the almost completely quiet atmosphere.

A soft gasp fell from me as a diamond-plated necklace was presented inside the box. I fought the urge to cry in front of the android. My right hand clasped firmly over my quivering mouth. He spent a fortune on this, didn't he? "Do you like it?" Connor questioned. A quiet "I love it" can be heard from me. I could barely see him inching himself close to me. Soon wrapping his arms around me, embracing me in a tight and warm hug. The man stood just a few inches taller than me, but he never had to look down at me. His hands rubbed behind my back. I soon wrapped my arms behind him, smiling from ear to ear. I felt like I was melting. "I love you." The android admitted. I was taken aback by his words. It felt unbelievable. He moved his head slightly to place his lips on the top of my head. "I-I love you too, Connor. I always have." I pulled away from the hug to make more eye contact with the almost ethereal RK800. The man was delightful to look at. Truly a sight for sore eyes. I could stare adoringly into his eyes as long as possible. His eyes took me in and held me with comfort. Almost hypnotizing me. His face closed in with mine, ending the distance between our faces. His lips intertwined with mine. Both of my hands fled to his cheeks, cupping them both with love. His lips felt like a cloud. My eyes fluttered open as he pulled away from the passionate kiss. "I've wanted to do that for so long." A deep rose flew upon my cheeks. I locked my fingers in his hair, playing with it slightly. "Me too, my love. It was even better than I imagined it would be." We shared another slow, deep, and calm kiss. "May I call you mine, (Name)?" A soft and sweet "Yes" Fell from my lips, which he soon took into his once more. I felt like I was inside a dream, being kissed by an angel sent straight from heaven. "As long as I can call you to mine as well." He laughed shortly, then looked into my eyes. Almost adoringly. "I wouldn't have it any other way, angel."

[theloveinc]

Deaf short king!bakugou who is your husband and y’all have been married for 15-20+ years and have a HOUSE FULL of children who is always up to no good. The oldest twin girls are always arguing about something stupid or trying to convince their 40+ grumpy old bastard of a dad to let them drive his EXTREMELY EXPENSIVE work car and he just literally takes his hearing aids out when they aren’t paying attention and the twins always get so dramatic when they find out. They literally act just like him when it comes to being dramatic and explosive emotions-

Or he is in the kitchen cooking for the 7-8+ kids and you see your teen son trying to put his phone at his fathers forehead to make that weird looking .5 angle on his forehead as if his kid doesn’t have a huge ass forehead like their daddy and bakugou is always threatening them with asl and his voice that if he doesn’t like them cook he’s gonna shove his foot up their ass and outside people will think he’s being mean but the kids love it. Especially his son- he loves to rough house with his dad and is constantly trying to shove his short king number two hero dad. Bakugou is shorter than his eldest son but will still pick him up when he’s getting on his nerves and throw him on the couch or just throw him around in general while his son is wildly laughing and trying to get out of his grip.

Or the youngest: the triplets. They are all girls and only 3-5 and they are also loud and expressive like their daddy. They are all always climbing on him and all glued to his hips and back. He’s always literally PEELING them off of him by their ankles or wrists because they just have to be on him and know exactly what he’s doing 24/7. He also is the one who dresses them as well and they look as if they are grown from the way he dresses them. They are literal little fashion models!

Bakugou can’t do anything without his kids following him or bothering him. If he’s napping they are either A) gonna join him or B) record him snoring or bother him in some type of way like jumping on top of him full on belly flopping or trying to see if they can get away with messing with him before he wakes up. If bakugou is shitting one of them is gonna be pounding on the door asking him what’s he doing in there and they will make a big deal about him using the bathroom like spraying the whole house down in air freshener or yelling about him shitting. Even if he’s at fucking work they will call him just to tell him they took a shit in his bathroom in his and his wife’s bathroom or that he’s short or just something in that annoying picking type stuff but he loves it.

They literally do it cause he’s done it to them since they were babies and they all love it so so much. Like it’s always so chaotic in the house. Like there’s never a moment of peace so there’s a lot of times you’ll find bakugou without his aids in

no bc why did this literally make me laugh out loud. like... full on covering my mouth so i don't start snorting-laughing. everything about this has me dead asf, esp the short king part because adkjhfkdskjfakj true!!!!!!!!!!!!!

he really had no idea that teasing them when they were younger would create such monsters😭😭😭 his first two fighting like literal DOGS to the point where he has to get in there w/ them to break it up, and then they're just getting mad and yelling at HIM for interrupting!!!

and his boys w/ camera rolls full of him looking so goddamn ugly. the forehead angle (LMAOOO), the snores, him blowing his nose, his face right in the middle of yelling or a sequence of him trying to take away their phones, even maybe a few of him pinching your butt, which they try to use as blackmail occasionally and then get. Grounded.

and you know his kids do that thing where, when they don't wanna listen to him they just close their eyes. makes him SO mad lmfao he just starts yelling, like "you idiots know i can talk" and they're still just sat there giggling pretending not to see or understand him.

(it's kinda funny bc when they mess with him, like when they want to roughhouse or whatever, he'll sign for them to stop, and then he'll sign again when they don't, and then he'll sign again... up until you're across the house and just hear the loudest STOPPIT you've ever heard in your life... and then laughing as your kids run away trying not to get spanked by the wooden spoon he swats at them)

and him trying to keep your youngest three from turning out like their oldest siblings🥺 they're definitely sassy, but given they like their dad and aren't mean to him or you (still very cuddly and sweet)... he kinda lets them do whatever cuz he's scared of making them turn on him, too.

all your older kids are lowkey salty abt it lmaoo (esp since they get the brunt of the little ones' attitudes) and pull that whole "dad wasn't like that w/ us!!!!!" while bakugo is literally just turning into a forehead vein, all. "please give me a break. please." (to which you get yelled at then, too, "WHY DID YOU GIVE THAT MAN SO MANY KIDS???" it's honestly funny lol.)

god. i literally wanna comment on everything here but.i know i am / would just be repeating, i'm so sorry. them calling his office every single day to ask for something. him being mad when they use your bathroom and touch all your products. dragging kids out of the front seat of his car... only to come back and find another in their place. them turning off his hearing aids while they're still in his ears just to confuse him. being so gorgeous😭😭😭

at the end of the day though, they're still his babies :'))). hurt his back so often it makes him glad he's close to retirement BUT there's still not a thing he wouldn't do for them. you usually wake up with at least 3-4 kids trying to fit in your bed at a time. have your movie interrupted by arguing about who gets to sit next to who. them beaming even at the smallest bit of attention from dad. they just love each other so much🖤🖤🖤

and probably become even better, crazier heroes than him (even if it takes him 20 years + a grandbaby to admit it).

[odditycircus-2002]

Jeeper Creepers: Unexpected Turn of Events Chapter 2

DOWN THE DIRTY PIPE THEY GO!

"Ok, name it!"

Darry shouts to his sister on the other side of the field, turned away from her as he relieves his bladder with his sister currently doing the same. 

"What?"

Trish answers back, scaring away a few ravens that now gather near Corbin, who was currently leaning against the hood of Trish's car. 

'What is she, a bird magnet?'

Trish glances over at the said birds surrounding her friend in a dark thick barrier. She looks towards the blonde to voice her thoughts, only to be interrupted by her younger brother.

" When we made a rule to call it when you see it."

"Will you just give it up already!"

Corbin shouts, before muttering to herself with none of the siblings aware that she was trying to hold in her own smile and burst out laughing at their stupid argument. To them, it looked like she was deeply scowling at their antics. Trish notes to herself it sort of looked like her mom's own scowl when either she, mostly Darry, do something really stupid to displease her. Actually, speaking of mom, Trisha stands back up from the tall grass to the walk towards the car with Darry following not too long afterward.

" Have you talk to Mom lately?"

Darry raises a brow to himself as he quickly thinks back to the day before, turning his head to get his hair out of his face.

" Yeah, to tell her I'd be home for break."

Darry turns around after zipping up his pants to start heading towards the car. Trish presses her lips together in a thin line as she follows her brother shortly after. She gives out a small shout when a raven flies out from the grass too close to her face for comfort. Gathering her wits once more, she continues towards the car.

" She sounded weird to you?"

"What?"

Darry shouts back as he opens the car's back door before giving a mock bow to Corbin, who gives him a friendly punch in return. She hops in, closing the door but still able to listen to more of the siblings' conversation. Trisha finally arrives at the car to pry her brother some more as he rummages through the back.

"Did you listen to her voice?"

"Could you specify please?"

Darry replies, not really paying any thought to her sister's own concern. The same type of concern she showed with him almost not showing up to Thanksgiving last year, only for it to be nothing given the from traffic. As well as the same type of worry when, as children, she thought she had tuberculosis and started spraying everything down with Lysol but turned out it was only a cold. 

Seeing that her brother wasn't going to take her seriously, Trish huffs through her nostrils as she came to the passenger side.

"Forget it."

Came the reply from Trisha. She enters the car as Darry continues to rummage through the back seat.

" You drink the last water? The last one was mine"

Darry asks his sister, who only shakes his head no. What he didn't notice, is Corbin subtly using her foot to push the empty water bottle she finished under her seat. Darry gives a huff of frustration as he rummages through a black plastic bag filled with dirty laundry, which both gals got a glimpse of.

"Wow, you're just a class act, you know that?"

"Try being the one stuck with smelling Dar's underpants for the entire trip."

Corbin mutters under her breath, looking up when Trish puts her hand on Corbin's shoulder and nodding. 

"You have my sympathy."

Corbin taps Trish's hand with her own. Darry rolls his eyes at the two women as he continues rummaging in the back, pocketing a power bar for later.

"You try living off-campus."

Darry counters as he continues to go through his stuff, as Trisha grabs the car air freshener to then toss into the bag. Corbin mouthes a silent thanks to Trish.  

"You ever try and do laundry in a dorm? What they don't steal, they dye pink. I got like 12 pairs of rosy-pink jockey shorts."

"Doesn't exactly help that I was responsible for half of that dozen."

Corbin gives a grin in remembrance at the look of Darry's jaw looking ready to hit the floor when he pulled out his shorts in the same load she put her other jacket in. Darry turns his head towards the woman in the back seat with a frown that only made her chuckle to herself. 

"Yeah, thanks for nothing."

Darry then heads to the driver's seat next to his sister.

"Well, maybe they know something about you, that you don't."

Trisha argues before putting on a wide fake smile as she holds up an imaginary bag of Darry's pungent laundry.

"Hi Mom. Haven't seen you in forever. Here's my dirty shorts."

 Corbin gives a small clap at Trish's overly dramatic upbeat voice. 

"Thank you, I'll be here all week."

Trish says to Corbin in a bad Elvis Presley voice. Darry shakes his head at them both.

"It's for her, not me."

Darry insists, which only resulted in an incredulous look combo from Corbin and Trisha.

" What? I have to bring home laundry. If I don't, she gets depressed. She thinks I don't need her anymore or something."

Darry finishes which only results in making Trisha give a short laugh.

"Yeah, nothing says I love you mom than a pile od dirty laundry your lazy ass couldn't wash"

"I'm serious!"

Darry finalizes to the blonde in the back who only shrugs before leaning back and tilting her head down as if to doze off again. Trish wouldn't remain silent though at brother's logic.

"Goof"

"B*tch"

"Mama's boy"

"Daddy's whore"

"Dick licker"

" Ball sniffer"

"Ass kisser"

"Butt... picker"

Darry hesitantly says. Trisha gives a small cry of victory, pointing a finger at her brother with a smug smile on her face.

"Repeat ass and butt, you lose!"

Darry gives a groan as he dramatically frowns and glares at his sister. Corbin holds in snorting out her laughter as she throws another empty water bottle at Darry. Darry gives an involuntary "Ow!" when it hits him right in the forehead. He glares with his brown eyes at the blonde's own green eyes as he rubs his forehead.

"Really brat?"

Darry glances over at his sister as he gestures with his free hand at Corbin, who sticks her tongue out at him, briefly.

"She threw a bottle at me."

"You need a bandaid? Come on, we're wasting daylight here!"

"Shut up..."

 Despite more grumblings under his breath, Darry complies and starts to once again drive down the road. They remain in comfortable silence for a brief moment before Trish breaks it.

" Don't you think there may be something's wrong?"

Trish starts to which Darry gives a huff.

"You always think something's wrong."

'Last year's Thanksgiving, hello!'

However, Darry couldn't voice that thought when his sister speaks once more.

"Like you would notice anything past the point of your own selfish little existence."

Darry doesn't immediately answer with another quip, instead, keeping his eyes on the road ahead. Corbin kicks Trish's seat who spins around to glare daggers at the woman behind her. She only glares back as if engaging in a silent argument with Trish, tilting her head at her brother without breaking eye contact with Trish. When Trish shakes her head, Corbin kicks Trish in the back seat once more. Trish opens her mouth to argue, yet is stopped short when meeting the intensified green eyes that belonged to her close friend; Trish finding it unnerving how those bright orbs seem to cut straight into Trish's brown ones as if to assert dominance. Unable to handle how they sent a shiver down her spine, Trish finds herself looking away from Corbin who raises a slightly amused eyebrow in response. Trish shakes a strand of hair out of her face as she tries playing off her "defeat". Darry only paid the exchange with a raised brow and a curious glance, yet decides not to interfere, for once.

'How does she even do that?!?'

Trish didn't have time to ask when getting kicked in the seat once more. She looks over at Corbin once more, mouthing, "Later". The blonde crosses her arms as she sits back, giving a reluctant nod at Trish. Corbin takes a deep breath, knowing how Trish can be and how her head is harder than a rhino's own. Trish speaks once more to Darry.

" She's not happy."

Darry doesn't say anything for a bit and Corbin just in the back, unsure what to do since it's not really her business.

 "Not like she used to be."

Trisha continues, concern swimming in her chocolate-colored eyes. Darry glances at his sister with his head turned slightly.

"Who is? Mom's not..."

" Hey, it's beating you."

Corbin interrupts nodding to the truck which is parked near a decrepit old building. Not just any building but a church surrounded and covered with crows; its paint flaked off and peeling off; the glass long shattered and gone; instead, replaced with rotted wooden boards that covered where the windows once were. It would have seemed as if God himself has forsaken such a desolate place, however, that's not what caught the trio's attention the most. No, it was what stood near a large open pipe as all of them watch as a dark stranger dumps a large mass wrapped in cloth down a pipe. From what they could see in the distance, the stranger was a man in dark rags.

"What's he doing?" 

"The hell is that?"

The siblings ask one another, as they all observe the guy, too far away to be sure of his features, but knowing he dumped another bundle down the pipe. Corbin covers her mouth with both of her hands as she watches, breathing through her nose with wide eyes. They drive past him, as he stares and turns in their direction. Corbin could've sworn he bared his teeth at them as he makes direct eye contact with her, with the blonde unable to look away.

"What the hell was he doing?"

Trisha asks breaking the silence as she looks over at her brother and back the way they drove, reaching over to Corbin who takes one of her hands off her mouth to hold Trish's hand tight in response. 

"He dumped something down that pipe."

Darry answers his sister's question with his eyes still wide in shock.

"Wrapped in a sheet."

Corbin responds breathily, taking her hand off her mouth.

"Wrapped and roped in a sheet," Darry concludes.

"Wrapped and roped in a sheet covered in red stains on it."

A brief moment of tense silence fell on the trio as their minds processed the disturbing sight they witnessed. Trish is the one to, once more, break the silence.

"Just get us out of here!"

Trisha demands, freaked out from what she saw, her voice slightly cracking.  

"Grab my cellphone, Corbin!"

Darry shouts at her as he starts pressing his foot down more on the accelerator. She wastes no time to start rummaging through the luggage.

"Where?"

She demands, practically tearing up the backseats in her frantic search.

"It's in the gym bag."

Corbin finds the phone and starts dialing only to find that it had no signal. She looks up behind her, seeing the truck pull up as it honks its horn.

"Oh, Jesus..."

Trish breathes out in disbelief before taking the phone in Corbin's hands, she smashing the numbers into the device. Darry glances behind them at the truck they just saw ran into, his jaw almost dropping at the sight.

"You gotta be-"

"Kidding me."

Corbin finishes as the truck gets on the road.

HONK! HONK! HOOONK!

"The point of having a portable phone is that it works when you need it to!"

Trish looks down at the empty bars, panic rising within her, at the no signal text.

"I have a power cable for it."

Darry assures his sister while increasing their vehicle's speed even more, much higher than the recommended speed limit.

"And I have a cigarette lighter that doesn't work!"

Trish answers back defensively with sarcasm.

"Oh Goddammit, what did I say? My car! We should've taken my car!"

Darry yells at his sister, as the truck speeds up closer and closer.

HONK HONK

"What the hell does he got in that thing? He's got it souped-up or something!"

Darry yells exasperated.

HONK HONK

"Darry, he's coming up right on our ass!!!"

" What the f*ck is in that thing?!?"

Darry starts swerving the scar left and right, hoping to throw the driver off of their tail.

"Are you out of your F*cking mind!?!"

Trish yells at the driver, in response, the driver rams his truck's cowcatcher at the back of Darry's car which caused them all to fly forward a bit.

" What the hell's your problem?!?"

Darry demands, only for the driver to, once again, crashes into the trunk of the car which causes all of them to be hurled forward.

"F*ck me! Go!"

Darry blurts out as he fruitlessly tries to gesture to the driver behind him to go around them. The driver then pulls up where now they can all see the driver's window, in all it's black tinted glory. Yet, Corbin finds, if she squints her eyes enough, she can make out the faint outline of the strange man's figure.

" What the hell is the matter with you?!?"

Corbin yells out with teeth clenched and bared. Of course, only to be answered with another haunting honk from the truck. The truck then slows down a bit behind the car once more. Darry stomps his foot on the gas pedal with his entire body tensed up. Trish clings to her seat at the change of speed before looking towards her brother. 

"Darry what are you doing?!"

"Hang on!" 

"Just don't kill us ok?"

Trisha pleads, as they all once again are sent flying forward from another hit of the truck. Trish squeezes Corbin's hand tighter in response, to the point that Corbin knew was going to leave a bruise as she heard something pop. Darry swerves the car off the road, crashing through a fence onto an open field, scaring off a flock of random birds. Darry doesn't stop driving into a field until the driver passes by them out of their line of sight.

Darry slams the breaks before leaning back with his eyes ready to pop out of his skull and with his hands still gripping the steering wheel to the point his knuckles turned white. Trish breathed heavily as she continues having a death grip on Corbin's hand, Corbin not saying anything as she continues to glance out the window, leaning over to catch her breath. Neither of the car's occupants said anything as they all stared at one another intense silence, leaving them to process even more about the events that just transpired.

(? POV )

Those meats shouldn't have seen that which means they'll be bringing even more nosey meats around the lair. However, I can't say nothing came out of their fatal curiosity; not only have I've been able to pick up even more delicious fear, I now know who my next meal is. What more, I was even able to smell a bit of that mouth-watering special scent's fear which sends an almost unbearable ache in my loins. I saw her in there with them as she saw me; just as I bared my teeth at her for daring to come near my territory, she only bared her fangs in defiance. Mmmmmhhhh... this hunt should be interesting and if all goes well, my prowess may reward me in catching her attention even more. Even now, I desire to feel her skin underneath my touch as I bury my nose into her neck, breathing in her beautiful scent that soothes yet drives me insane. Perhaps I'll share those two meats with her as a gift cause I will have her as my mate,

No matter the cost.

(3rd person POV)

" We were just attacked!"

Corbin argues back as Darry tries to convince her and his sister to go back to look at the pipe. Maybe it's to show he's looking past his own existence and to prove his sister wrong? Either way stupid plan.

" And you don't even want to find out why?"

Darry argues back.

"Haven't you heard that curiosity killed the cat?"

Corbin counterclaims, slamming her hands on the trunk of the car. They start to move to the doors of the car.

"We just look in the pipe, that's it."

 Corbin gives Darry a hard stare with her green eyes, that he automatically knew meant there was no room for argument.

"Forget it Darry, let's just go to the police."

Trisha nods in agreement with Corbin before speaking her thoughts.

" Is this your idea of a little adventure or something? 'Cause this why girls are smarter, ok?"

" Tell me about it."

Corbin mumbles underneath her breath rolling her eyes.

"We look in the pipe if there's nothing there, nothing we can do,"

Darry gives pauses as if considering his next words to the two women.

" We just drive on home and call the cops. You know that's what we should do."

Darry finalizes. Trisha looks at her brother intently in the eyes.

"Bullsh*t I do."

" Bullsh*t, you don't!"

They argue. Darry starts to plead with his eye, looking desperately at his sister.

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you can just drive away."

Corbin crosses her arms, pursing her lips, dragging her foot into the ground on the ground as she looks over her right to an unkindness of ravens, who stands out against the setting horizon. Specifically, one that's missing an eye.

"If it means not being murdered by a psychopath by being smart about this, then yes."

Corbin argues to Darry, who sputters as he quickly comes up with another reason why they should go back there.

"Leave who's ever back there, back there. Maybe find out later they'd still be alive if we just have gone back."

Darry debates. Trisha looks at her brother in the eye still.

"Don't make this about the right things to do. You just want to go back there to see if there's something nasty at the end of the pipe."

Trisha firmly states, making her brother give out a huff.

" Okay. And if it was you back there?"

Darry proposes. There was a bit of a staring contest between the two, who seem to be having a mental conversation until finally Trisha spoke standing her ground,

"I am not getting out of this car."

"You don't have to."

Her brother reassures her.

" I'm not."

Trisha claims.

"Good, since we're not going, right Darius?"

Corbin looks at Darry straight in the eyes as she says this in a deceptively sweet tone, making Darry silently swallow some of his spot at this. He nods as he hastily assures both women with both hands in the air.

"Right, right, right! Come on then, let's just go."

They all get in the car, driving off to the decrepit church.

(Now to the old abandoned church.) "Darry, I am going to kill you for this."

Corbin's mutual disappointment is shared with her friend Trisha as well, who was giving her brother the stink eye for going back to the sight they saw the stranger dumping bodies earlier in.

"I will gladly join you in on that"

"Both of you can kill me later after we look in the pipe"

Darry tries as best he could to stealthily drive the car as close to the church as he dares, in case the driver comes back. Corbin looks incredulously at Darry, Trish thinking from how fast Corbin snapped her neck at him that it should've given her whiplash. 

"You don't go back to the scene of a crime, especially when there's a possible f*cking murderer ready to kill us all!"

Corbin puts her hands in front of her to gesture at the building and over to the general area, they saw the pipe earlier. She then looks over at Trish for support who doesn't respond as she avoids eye contact with the blonde. Corbin sits back against her seat with her arms thrown in the air. 

"I'm surrounded by idiots! You know, this is how people get murdered right?"

For a bit there was nothing, but the mix calls of crows and ravens. With the ravens look down at them in an almost a pitying way, as the crows seem to laugh at them from the roof and from the boarded-up windows. Until Trisha points out,

"What's with all the birds? There seem to be more here than the ones that usually Corbin hangs around with."

Nobody answers as they then finally drives up with the mystery pipe in view.

" Just gonna look."

Darry assures the two.

Darry gets out of the car followed by Corbin, who seems a bit antsy even more so than Darry. The crows continue their caws as if to mock the trio with Corbin giving them a glare. Eventually, Trisha also gets out of the car.

" Let's do this and do it fast."

Trisha urges, ready to get this over with. They all walk cautiously up to the pipe, looking down its wide gaping hole looking like a monster waiting to devour a victim into its dark tunnel to who knows where.

"Oh my God"

Corbin mumbles out, putting both hands over her nose and mouth at the stench with wide eyes looking away, her stomach gurgling in protest. Both siblings have a similar reaction when they get a whiff of the putrid odor emanating from the open pipe.

" Doesn't look like a sewer pipe."

Trish is the first to comment, her voice slightly nasally from holding her nose against the smell.

"Doesn't smell like one either."

Darry adds as they all look down the dark tunnel, with nothing in sight down its cavern.

"Come on Darry, can't see anything in there."

Trish tells her brother with Corbin nodding in agreement. 

"Let's just go and actually be smart about it."

However, Darry refused to budge as he leans forward in the pipe with his eyes squinted. 

"You can see light down there. Get a flashlight. "

Darry lightly taps at Trish with the back of his hand. She gives him a hit back with her eyes narrowed but, nevertheless, acquiesces her younger brother's request by heading to the car.

"Come one, get a flashlight! Hello!"

He shouts listening to his voice as it echos in a way you might expect a ghost to sound like.

"Anybody down there? Hello!"

Darry shouts again in hopes to get a reply.

" Hey! Anybody down there?"

Corbin shouts keeping a hand over her nose. Both she and Darry moves from the pipe until a faint echo was heard. He hurries back to leans in towards the pipe once more, much to his friend's chagrin.

"Hello! Hurry up! Come on!"

Darry advocates his sister, who then hands him a flashlight. He shines it down the tunnel only barely penetrating the gaping darkness.

"There's somebody down there, I just heard them."

"I can vouch for that."

Corbin grumbles to Trish as if disappointed that they may have found a living person. Trish raises a brow at her friend's behavior as he glances at her; however, before she could voice any questions to Corbin, Darry shouts down the pipe once more.

"HELLLLOOO!"

Darry shouts once more.

"You're hearing things Darry."

Trisha insistingly tells her brother, however, Darry starts climbing inside the pipe with his flashlight shining down the pipe.

"Darry don't you think you even think about it! Darry!"

Trisha scolds her brother, holding him back by the shirt along with Corbin who tugs him back with surprising strength.

"I told you I heard someone."

Darry insists, only to be stopped when both Trish and Corbin pull him back.

"You know the part in scary movies where someone does really stupid and everyone hates them for it? This is it."

Trisha persists, but then she heard the faint echo which alerted her the Darry wasn't lying. Darry leans back towards inside the pipe.

"Hello!"

Darry shouts trying to lean in, but his sister grabbed his arm.

"NO! Darry!"

"Darry you idiot!"

Trish shouts at her younger brother who still attempted to struggle out of the women's grip.

"Let me slide down!"

Darry persistently tells his sister, leaning away only to be be tugged back by Corbin's strength.

"Goddammit, Darry!"

Trisha grumbles, trying to keep her brother from going down the pipe.

"Let me get a little way in!"

"You're not going!"

Corbin grumbles out from between her teeth. Darry turns to look towards them both.

"I'm not! Just hold my feet."

Darry then taps his sneakers as he repeats what he said.

"Feet."

 Reluctantly, Trish does as her brother requested yet Corbin only attempted to keep pulling him up.

"Don't be a moron!"

Corbin shouts as Darry crawls a little bit ways down the pipe even with Darry slightly throwing him off balance.

"Anybody down there?!?"

"When's the last time you washed these socks?"

Trisha asks mostly to herself.

"I see something."

Darry whispers to himself.

"Great! Let's go then!"

However, Corbin is, once again, ignored by the youngest Jenner sibling.

"Hello!"

Both girls glance at one another in the eyes, as if they were just had a telepathic conversation with only a glance of one another, they nod with Trish being the first to speak.

"I'm counting to 10."

Trish firmly states to her brother, however, he continues to investigate down the pipe.

"Somethings moving down there."

"Then we'll both either pull you up and go back to the car or let you go and head to the police without you."

Yet, Darry wasn't phased by his sister's threat, having heard a faint noise and maybe some movement.

"Quiet!"

Darry shouts gesturing for Trisha to be silent.

"I just saw it again. Something is defiantly moving down there."

His flashlight then shines to reveal small furry bodies that were starting to make their way towards him.

"Rats!"

Darry shouts in a panic starting to wiggle and writhe, making it difficult for Trish to hold onto him yet Corbin managed to keep a strong grip as she digs her heels into the dirt. Trish wasn't able to make out what Darry said from how much his voice echoed throughout the dirty pipe.

"What?!"

Trisha asks in confusion.

"Rats!!!"

Darry shouts as he shines the flashlight on them. Trish lets out a scream and lets go of Darry, falling to the grass below her when a rat brush against her hands before more followed, falling to the ground. Corbin hanged onto the foot she was holding, not minding the rodents. In Darry's panic from the vermin crawling in his direction, he didn't pay much mind to where he was kicking his other foot which then hits Corbin directly in the nose, unexpectedly. Corbin releases Darry in response which sent him sliding on his belly down the pipe, screaming the whole way down as he lands on his back the wind knocked out of him. His shirt torn and clothes filthy from the contact with the old filthy pipe. Trisha and Corbin get back up recovering their bearings, rushing to the pipe's opening.

"Seriously Trisha? Got scared by some rats?"

Corbin scolds Trisha, who glares back at her as blood started dripping from her broken nose. Trish cringes when she then takes ahold of her nose to set it back in place with a definite crunch.

"I was just surprised!"

"Well now we better hope Darry's fine or else I'm going down there."

"Don't you dare!"

Corbin points at Trish as she tilts her head at the brunette.

"You know I would."

Trish throws her hands in the air at Corbin.

" Fine then!"

They look down the pipe again, hoping to hear signs of life from Darry.

A/N: Once again hope you enjoy this! Know since I'm adding my character here, there will be alterations to the story and the dialogue. Oh and I don't own any of this just my character and this version of Jeepers Creepers I'm writing. Follow me on Wattpad under JazzyHands02!

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Night Out // @fangier ~ ♥

The rush of work was over, with three shifts under his belt and another three to take after a two-day break, Perry was restless. Sleeping the daylight hours away - nested heavy under covers and black out blinds, he ate fridge stored crimson liquors and was now craving a different sign of life in his lungs. It was a hot day - noted by the humidity left behind and the scent of incoming rain with a possible storm - he knew it was the perfect evening to carry his mood away. Thus, when he wiggled from his bedding and stood upon his toes - he stretched for the ceiling, yawning his widest with a favoured release of his fangs at their fullest length. It was like popping a well deserved pocket of air from his neck. The sensation sent shivers to his spine and it was glorious as he closed his mouth with a snap. "Mmf… ♥" Worth every hour he slept, though tonight he wasn't going to hide them.

No.

Not as he turned on his heel to head for his shower - washing the day's slumber aside and freshening up his work tortured muscles, though really - with his new lease of life. He barely ached these days. Tiredness did drag at his vision a bit but it was gone by the time he ate a decent meal. His stomach was fluttering at the idea already. A heady one, he was going to be seeking out. Yeah - he was going all out tonight! Fresh and excited again, he headed for his wardrobe to grab what he needed. Dressing in tight fishnets and leather pants. Choker and bracelets to go with the darkening of his nails as he painted them with precision.

Perfume sprayed onto his clothing and mixed with facial moisture, he moved with ease to settle into heavy boots and attach chains to his waist and thigh like a garter before heading out with a flap of his long coat. Eyeliner was sharp on lids, and needing little else, he was off. Happy to be his gothic self and thriving in the night's chill that began to ease aside the humidity in the air. A happy bounce in his step as he moved with ease - hailing down a cab and sliding into the backseat with a wide smile. "BITE, please Mudah." Fingers were gentle in adjusting his mask, adjusting strings around his ears and adjusting hair just enough to cover the tips of his ears in the dark.

The drive was quick, simple and a place Mudah was very used too - as he was a stable in Perry's taxi drive on the nights out. A tip and a cheer's sent over his shoulder, he moved to join the queue with a shiver in his spine. Smiling with relaxation finally settling in his shoulders. But first - his phone in hand - he was at ease with texting the man of the hour.

[ sms :: @fangier Cos ] guess who's outside??? ✌🏻 u in already? get me a bag? a+? i'm starvin' 😩😩 x