#yeah we riding with platonic fluff boys

[bunji-enthusiast]

Simple idea for Catnap!

Carrying around a reader who's been working too hard, and just about ready to go some sleep, and who better to help than that giant kitty!

Sweet Dreams

Note || OOOH, you are so right

WC || 475

Sypnosis || There is simply no better way to take a load off then the help of a very giant cat.

This giant kitty doesn’t expect much from when he first crosses paths with you, now he’s just extremely concerned for you when he notices you beginning to really overwork yourself. CatNap just watches and waits from the shadows (emo kitty), too see when was the best time to intervene, he really does get genuinely concerned for you.

You're about ready to get some much needed sleep it seems, so CatNap is more than happy to help you doze off into your sleeping chambers. He knows well enough that people and toys alike aren’t gonna do well on the basis of energy, that lack of sleep can make a person really cranky. 

CatNap can speak of this from experience.

You're only a human after so you remind yourself, trying to get all this work done wasn’t doing any good on your mental and physical health. Sleep was sorely needed, yet you didn’t want to go to sleep without getting all the paperwork done first. Offhandedly there is miscellaneous work you had also needed to get done as well. 

This was exhausting. Extremely exhausting enough as is, you realize sleep is ebbing into your eyelids, you yawn and rub your eyes. Leaning back on your lamp desk chair, you sigh weighing in on the pros and cons of the lack of sleep you realize will affect you in a few hours from now.

Black was pouring into your vision, you tried fighting the sleep quickly claiming you, yet the need to rest had quickly overtaken your compulsive need to get work done.

A shadow looms over your unconscious figure, tail wrapping around your waist and lifting you carefully onto his back. CatNap sighs internally as he bites back at how limp you look sleeping, you just needed that rest and it was clearly evident to the large cat. He couldn’t sit down at this spot, you needed somewhere more puffed up and fluffy to sleep on.

CatNap lets out a puff of red smoke as he realizes that he simply will have to walk around while you sleep, at most his back was probably more safer to sleep on then anywhere in the factory. He takes a step back from your desk, carefully taking watch of where he stepped so as to not knock over any paperwork that you seemed to work so hard on. Also taking care to keep watch of any furniture and decoration that may be at risk of his large paws and tail.

Ah, walking is something CatNap constantly is doing. A cat is always on the prowl, yet not for him. CatNap had a priority right now, and that was to watch over you and keep you safe while you got your much needed sleep.

A snore snapped him out of his internal maze of thoughts.

You really were knocked out cold.

[evie-sturns]

𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥 - 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙤𝙡𝙤

summary: you, the sturniolos, madi and nate are all going on a roadtrip down to new jersey. execpt theres one problem, there's not enough space in the car. you're forced to sit on chris's lap for the 5 hour car ride, you just can't seem to get comfortable though.

contains: smut, teasing, dom!chris, swearing, fluff.

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the sturniolos have been my closest friends for a while, especially chris, with who ive have grown closer then ever to over the past few years. today is the day that my friend group travel down to new jersey for the summer break.

12:36pm

"y/n get your ass down here!" chris calls out from the driveway, i stumble over, clutching my baby pink suitcase with one hand as i swing open the door of chris's bedroom, which i've slept in last night.

i sprint downstairs, my suitcase smashing into walls behind me while i lock eyes with madi. i run up to her and a loud laugh escapes her mouth "oh my god your suitcase is basically bursting at the seams."

"shut up, im a chronic over-packer." i joke, walking downstairs into the driveway. matt, nick and nathan are watching chris strategically stack suitcases in the trunk. chris's tounge is slightly peaking out of his mouth as he concentrates.

"can we fit one more?" i say chirpily, walking over to the group of boys while dragging my suitcase behind me. chris takes it off me, sliding into its designated spot between the various bags.

"okay tetris king" nick scoffs, jumping in the passenger seat of the car.

before i know it, everyones piled into the car. matt in the drivers seat, nick in the passenger, madi in the far-right backseat, nathan in the middle and chris on the left backseat.

i open the door to the car, theres no more seats.

"oh fuck me." i mumble, folding my arms and waiting for someone to speak up.

"she could go ontop of the car, grip onto the windshield." matt suggests with a smirk on his face, earning a elbow to the bicep from nathan, who leans foward.

after a few more seconds of silence, i break it. "i could try fit in the trunk, theres a little room ontop of the suitcases.."

"y/n no. thats not safe, i dont care you can sit on my lap." chris says nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.

i nod, pursing my lips as i crawl in the car, planting myself down on chris's lap. my cheeks instantly flush.

i've never thought about chris romantically, hes always been a platonic best friend. i know he doesn't like me, he doesn't really like many girls in general.

"chris.. im gonna be too heavy." i mumble, purposley putting a small amount of my weight on his lap.

"don't be an idiot." chris chuckles, grabbing my hips and pressing me down, forcing all my weight on his lap. i clear my throat, "are you sure i don't want to squash you."

"hey, i said don't be an idiot." chris says, sitting back in the seat comfortably.

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3:21pm

we've been driving for almost three hours, i've been just laying back on chris's chest, resting my head back on his shoulder with my eyes shut. nate, madi and nick have been in a debate for an hour if hot or cold pizza is better.

its been entertaining to say the least.

after nick and nate draw the debate to a close a new conversation sparks up from madi.

"have you guys ever fell off the waterslide platform?" she says, a silence fills the car.

"you know how you have to climb up stairs to get up to the waterslide, and you wait on the little platform to wait your turn to go down?" madi questions, we all nod slowly.

"yeah have you guys fell off?" madi continues.

"madi..." matt says from the front in a low voice, i can hear the smile on his face.

i errupt into giggles, my body vibrates on chris's lap as i lean foward, taking my back off of chris's chest.

everyone else in the car laughs, including chris. his lap lightly bounces up and down with each noise that comes out of his mouth, causing me to shift out of place.

i shimmy my ass back into a comfortable position on chris, an audible groan escapes his mouth, my eyebrows furrow and my head snaps back to look at chris, his cheeks are flushed, as soon as we lock eyes he looks out the window, squeezing his eyes shut out of sheer embarrassment.

"chris," i whisper, looking over my shoulder at him. "whats wrong am i too heavy.."

just then i feel something poke my upper thigh. my eyes pratically bulge out of my head as i stare at chris. everyone else in the car is too engulfed in their own conversation to notice me and him.

"im really sorry." chris squeezes out, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"its just your shifting on my lap, i can ask matt to pull into a gas station and ill fix it in the bathrooms-" he rambles quietly into my ear.

"don't worry about it chris!" i say smiling, shifting side to side on his crotch while maintaining eye contact with him.

"stop that." chris mumbles, the tent in his sweatpants growing by the second.

"you like it christopher."

chris's breathing picks up, "fuck."

i press more of my weight down onto chris's bulge with a smirk, i turn back around to face the back of matt's seat, continuously grinding into chris.

i suddenly hear chris’s voice from behind me

“how much longer do you guys reckon we have left?” he asks, his voice wobbling slightly.

“honestly like 20 seconds, we’re pulling into the street now” matt awnsers from the front, him and nicks eyes still concentrated on the road ahead as madi and nate cackle with each other

i continue rubbing chris with my ass, i feel two large hands grip my hips, holding me still harshly.

i pout as i look over my shoulder at chris, his response sends chills down my back.

“i will take away your ability to walk as soon as we’re alone.” he whispers into my hair from behind me.

we swing a left into the long driveway of the beach house we’re staying at, it’s two stories and looks modern to say the least.

as soon as the car stops chris throws me off him out of the door of the vehicle, speed walking up to the front door and unlocking with the key he just retrieved from the mailbox.

i watch as he disappears inside “where the fuck is chris?” i hear nick say while pushing up the trunk door. “he had to pee really bad.” i lie, knowing he ran to the bathroom to help himself out instead.

matt hands me my suitcase with a smile, and i walk up to the front door, which is already half open from chris. i walk upstairs to the room chris and i already decided we would share, long before the road trip ever started.

im met with a double bed, along with a window with a clear view of the beach. i get changed into the sluttiest skirt i can find and a long tank top before walking downstairs, i pull my phone out of my bag to check the time.

6:13

all of my friends are playing cards around the wooden dining table, but chris is sitting on the couch alone, scrolling on his phone. a loud cheer comes from nick as he slams down his card onto the table.

i flop down next to chris, my skirt flapping up slightly. “whatcha up to?” i ask innocently, acting like i wasn’t dry humping him a hour ago.

“nothing just instagram.” he replies placing his phone down on the armrest before looking over at me, locking eyes with chris sends butterflies through my body.

chris quickly stands up, taking my hand and pulling me upstairs, he slams the door to the bedroom shut behind us

“what were you doing in the car hm?” chris taunts, grabbing my wrists and pushing me down onto the bed.

“grinding up on me, giving me a painful erection around all my friends?”

“mmhm..” i groan backwards as chris grabs my chin, forcing me to look up at him as my back lays steadily on the bed.

“did i ask you to do that.” he says, staring into my eyes “or did you just wanna be fucked so badly that you couldn’t wait.”

i was in a state of shock, the good kind of shock though. my bestfriend of mutiple years has me pinned to the bed.

“gonna act like a slut, gonna be treated like one. got it?” chris mumbles, practically tearing my skirt off of my body. he yanks my panties down to my ankles in one motion.

chris pulls my body to the edge of the bed, my legs are wrapped around his waist as my heat presses lightly against his crotch. suddenly he bends down between my legs and blows cool air directly onto my sensitive clit, earning a groan of pleasure and desperation from me.

"more.." i manage to squeeze out, "you're gonna get more." chris says, standing up from between my legs and yanking down his sweatpants to his knees. "be quiet for me yeah?" he groans, rubbing his throbbing tip through my folds.

"i will stop if you get too loud okay?"

i nod frantically, spreading my legs open as far as they can go, revealing myself to chris.

his breathing picks up "ready..?" he stammers, his words incoherent.

"please.." i sigh out shakily, gripping the bedsheets in my fists so tight my knuckles grow white.

with full force chris slams inside of me, bruising my cervix. a loud yelp escapes my mouth as chris looks down at me, some-what checking if i'm okay.

i feel myself stretch around his length, the burning sensation still present. chris grips my hand, intertwining our fingers before thrusting in and out.

i feel each vein of his cock press against my insides. his thrusts grow sloppy and unhinged. strings of moans escape my mouth, chris slams his free hand over my mouth, shoving a finger inside in the process.

i clench around chris, before the knot in my stomach snaps he pulls out, "chris!" i yell in frustration, feeling empty. "shh sh." he shushes me, flipping me over onto all fours,

"quit making noises gorgeous, or none of this will happen again."

he pushes back inside of me, a familiar feeling. i let out a hum of pleasure as chris pushes on my mid back, arching my back. the sound of skin slapping fills the room as i bury my head in the pillow to muffle my sounds.

"good girl.." chris's voice his croaky, his dick twitches inside of me, signalling he's close.

i clench around him for the second time this evening, the pit in my stomach releases with a scream of his name.

chris pulls out, painting my back white "fuuckk..."

he collapses down beside me, pulling me onto his chest with a long hug. "you okay?" he whispers into my hair, his voice breathy.

i nod against his neck, he taps my hip "should we get you changed?"

i hum in response, chris sits up, holding me in a bridal position and walking over to the heaped pile of clothes on the floor, he sets me down on my feet my legs are numb and weak causing me to stumble over.

"careful there." chris laughs, holding me up. "okay, just step through.." he says, pulling my panties up my legs. the rest of my clothes follow, he steps back proudly before pulling up his sweatpants and throwing a shirt on.

"you look cute" chris smiles stupidly, nudging my elbow.

we both walk back downstairs, the rest of the group are scattered in a circle on the floor, playing monopoly. we go sit down and join our friends, the whole time chris is staring at me like he wasnt inside of me 4 minutes ago.

(2 weeks later)

it's the last day of our holiday, me and chris have had a few makeout sessions on the beach, alone. we haven't hooked up again, both realising it's too risky to do in a beach house with 4 other people in the small house.

I'm sat on the grass next to the driveway, observing as chris loads up the car strategically. before i can open my mouth to make a snarky comment about chris's concentration, matt, nick, madi and nate swing open the front door, all their bags in hand.

they all pile into the car again, chris follows, slamming the trunk door shut and jumping in, a small smirk tugs at my lips as chris pats his lap for me to sit down.

i sit down on his lap, nostalgia washes over me, remembering the outcome of last time i sat on his lap in this exact spot.

matt pulls out of the driveway,

its not even been 5 minutes and i'm already grinding on chris through his shorts.

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omfg i really hope yall liked this, i think one of my best so far, also dont come for me if new jersey isnt a beachy type state, i have NO idea about states my bad, js pretend it is.

@lovingchrissposts @lolasturniolo @ilovedasturniolos

[soup-14]

Five x reader blurb

I just expect new Five fanfics to be written and there for me every second of the day.

Not like there’s actual people thinking of and writing these ideas 🙄😩

Not like it also takes me like a week to write a one shot 😭

So here's a Five x reader thought to ease my brain.

Tags: platonic Klaus, romantic Five, fluff, angst ig, some silly moments.

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Imagine getting separated from him in the 60’s and that moment when you all reunite and you see him again.

For him it’s only been a couple days

For you it’s been years.

When you fell into that alley way you were incredibly distraught. Not unfamiliar with the act of time travel, but Five or another commission partner was always there. You were alone, stranded in a different place and time, stuck in a younger body. The things that could happen.

You searched for any sign of the date. Newspapers, posters. It was 1961.

You’d wandered around that alley for hours. Waiting for someone else to show up.

You gave up after a while, deciding to ask strangers for help. How would any of them help you find your strange time scattered family.

You spotted a flyer, a flyer with a familiar face on it… Klaus. Looks like he was a messiah or something. You wouldn’t question it. You just knew you had to find him.

You hitched a ride, and found yourself at a big mansion. You don’t know how long Klaus had been here but damn he’s moved up in the world.

You wandered into the large house looking for him. People in light turquoise tunics were everywhere. One woman stopped you in the main foyer. “Welcome traveler, are you here to join us in our endeavors?” She asked. “Um- I’m looking for Klaus.” You held up the flyer. “The prophet! Yes, he’s right this way.”

The woman led you to a bedroom in the back of house. She pushed open the double doors to reveal the man you’d been looking for, bent over in downward dog.

The woman cleared her throat “Prophet? There’s someone here for you.”

Klaus rose from the floor and turned to face you. As soon as he saw you a bright smile plastered his face. He let out a breathy chuckle and clasped his hands together. “Y/n! You’re here!” He held his hands out and walked towards you. “Oh it’s been so crazy, when did you get here?” He asked placing his hands on your shoulders.

“It’s good to see you Klaus, I’m glad I found at least one of you idiots. I’ve been here since like yesterday. I uh, saw your flyer.”

“Mm yeah those…” said Klaus. “I got here like a year ago. Tricked some rich old lady.” Klaus giggled.

“We should find the others.”

“What? Why?” Klaus whined. “I’m having a good tiimeee. And besides some of them might not even be here yet. I’m sure Five will come collect us when the world is ending… again.”

“Five.” You say.

“Oh yeah… I don’t know if he’s here yet babe. Don’t go hurting yourself looking for him though, you know him… he’ll find us.” Klaus says in his melodic way.

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When Diego showed up at the mansion to collect you and Klaus- or rather Ben- apparently. It was safe to say you were ecstatic. Diego didn’t have a lot of time to explain, but he did say that Five had found a way to get back to 2019.

Ben had some “unattended ghost business” to attend to so you sat around waiting for him for a good 10 minutes. Anxiously biding your time, shaking your leg, biting your nails. Five always told you to top doing that.

You hadn’t seen him in two years. You were shamed to admit that sometimes you would forget about what happened before ending up in 61. Maybe Klaus’ cult lifestyle really was calming the mind.

You don’t even know if Five missed you as much as you did him. You don’t know how long he’s been here, but the only thing on your mind is how you can’t wait to see him.

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Klaus/Ben dragged you out the front door of the mansion, leaving the cult behind. No goodbyes, no last words of wisdom. Except for something from The Backstreet Boys.

The two of you rushed all the way to town and to the shop Diego told you to meet at.

Klaus stumbled into the alley way, struggling against himself, smacking himself in the face, shoving himself around. He ended up projectile vomiting across the ground, and whining on his knees.

Five yelled at him and threw the briefcase into the air as it went off. Their best chance of escape- gone.

Five; blinded by his rage didn't seem to notice you standing at the end of the alley.

“It was a simple task!” He complained, “meet me here within the time I told you, and we all get our real lives back! But no! Of course only two of you show up!”

“Three, actually.” You say, walking down the alley towards Five.

He turns towards the sound of your voice. His eyes grow wide for a second and a quick smile spreads on his lips. Your name comes out soft and breathy, as if he can’t believe you’re really there.

A grin is plastered across your face, and your eyes water at the sight of him. Your steps towards him quicken and his do as well. He meets you halfway and blinks right up to you, arms already open. You crash right into his arms, grip the back of his blazer, and bury your head into the crook of his neck. You breathe in his familiar scent and release a shaky sigh.

“I missed you.” You mumble.

“I missed you too. Are you okay? Not hurt? How long have you been here?” Five bombards you with questions as he pulls away and examines your face in his hands.

“Two years, I got here in 61.”

“I'm so sorry.” Five whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

"It's not your fault. I found Klaus so it was... slightly bearable." you chuckled softly. "How long have you been here?" You ask.

"I got here just a few days ago." Five says.

"Well I'm glad I found you." you say, hugging Five tighter.

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(AN: Next I present to you random dialogue from this story line that I don't want to fully write out into a detailed scenario)

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"Y/n, sweetheart, for the itching." Five says while handing you the bottle of baby powder.

"Itching? There's itching?" Questions Luther. Five ignores him.

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"Can't wait to meet our old selves, it's going to be so weird." You say.

"Focus y/n, we just have to get that briefcase." Five says.

"Yeah fine, you're already paranoid without the psychosis." You say.

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"Who the hell are you?" Asks old Five.

"Who do you think, dumb ass?" Says old y/n.

Old Five looks back and forth between the two y/ns.

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As young and old Five beat the crap out of each other, and occasionally Luther; "Boys." old y/n sighs, wiping sweat from their brow and shifting uncomfortably. "Tell me about it." Says young y/n itching, eyes shifting around paranoid. "Just wait till you meet the rest of his brothers."

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On the farm after Five kills The Handler;

Five lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding as he watched the last Swede walk away. He turns around and blinks to where you stand. He takes you into his arms and holds you close. You hold him back, although a bit confused.

"What happened Five?" You whisper. You're familiar with Five, and with time travel. You figured he used his power to fix something that happened.

"You died." He mutters quickly, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Ah." You pause. "And you saved me." you reassure him.

He sighs and pulls away. He presses a kiss to your cheek and rests his nose against your temple. "Let's get out of here yeah? Let's go home."

"Yeah, let's go."

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Well that starting as something and then turned into something else. I just have a Five deficiency.

I hope you enjoy whatever the hell this turned out to be.

Um I'm not like taking requests officially but if you have an idea I can try to write it within like a week T-T

[klarex]

Hello Author!

May I politely ask for the The Bad guys celebrating readers birthday?

One for all of them platonically,

And then maybe individually for their partners?

it's my birthday so 👉👈

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! This is hcs, I'm sorry if you wanted oneshots or something different, but hope this is what you meant. And I'm sorry if I'm late for it, you know school, but I tried to write it as fast as possible and boy I haven't been writing this fast like in a months!

Genre: fluffy fluff

Warnings: none?

Summary: The Bad Guys on your birthday🎂

Paring: Mr. Wolf, Mr. Piranha, Mr. Shark, Mr. Snake and Webs x reader (HCS)

Birthday

Mr Wolf

Planctonic:

So Wolf would totally take you to some cafe while he told the others to take care of decorations and cakes.

He would try to keep this little party in base a secret, but fails. He would told you that when you want to go back.

- "Hey, Y/n we can't go back, cause they still don't have a ca-"

So you waited a little more till Wolf gets a message from Webs that they are ready.

When you guys opened a door there were a lot of presents, some of your friends and of course whole gang. Everyone shouted: "Happy Birthday" when you guys entered the base.

He would be so confident this day.

Romantic:

He wold be soooooo clingy all day just kissing your cheek and telling you how much he loves you.

He would get you an amazing gift. Like maybe a painting of the two of you yes he didn't pay.

He wouldn't like you to spend your time with the gang and when you would be around them he would hug you from behind all the time.

At the end of the day he would give you a lot of cuddles and kisses and who knows what else 😏.

Mr Snake

Planctonic:

So we all know how Snake don't like birthdays, so don't think he would be super amazing this day.

Of course he would give you a present and take a photo and later put it on a fridge.

He would be chill this day. Just a normal day for him.

But Wolf tries to make him more gentle for you today. Which was a success!

Romantic:

Yes, he don't like birthdays, but for you he can do anything. So this special day for you would be special for him too.

He would buy you your favorite flavoured cake and a big big present more like steal.

For return you would give him a lot of kisses, which he LOVES so he would do anything for you to just have them.

Mr Shark

Planctonic:

He would be chill like in the movie but oh boy this would be your unforgiven birthday.

In the morning while every one is sleeping he would try to make you a cake, but failed, cause you waked up and asked what he was doing.

You decided to help him and there was a flour war. There were a lot of laughs and wheezes and crying from flour in your eyes.

But the cake was good, it wasn't as bad as it could be.

Later you and the gang went for a quick ride to a ice cream shop and bought 5 scoops for you.

Yeah.. amazing birthday🎂

Romantic:

Shark would totally wake you up at 4 am, cause he was too exited and he couldn't sleep more.

You would be pretty mad, but he would made it up to you with going shopping for new clothes for you and finding some new disguise for himself.

After that he would get you to the fancy restaurant or cafe and would repeat over a thousand times how much he loves you and how lucky he is that he has you.

Mr Piranha

Planctonic:

Piranha would totally take you on a normal walk forgetting about this happy day.

You were sad, but just ignored it. Until Webs and Shark told him that today's your birthday. He was really embarrassed and apologized a lot of times.

- "It's okey, Piranha. You don't have to apolo-"

- "I'm really sorry this should be a really special day for you!"

We all know what Piranha do when he is nervous... yeah.. so that happened this day... like A LOT

But he would later take you to the shop to buy you a new swimming suit and after that he would take you to the swimming pool.

Romantic:

He would be so energetic.

Like he just woke up and later he is in your bed jumping on it and singing "happy birthday".

This wasn't a perfect way to wake up, but you pulled him to the hug and kissed his forhead, saying small "thank you".

I think like he would give you a lot of cd's, dvd's or even tapes (if you listen/watch it of course) if not he would give you plushies and one that looks exactly like him.

Later you would be watching your favourite movies in your room with a lot of snacks.

Webs

Planctonic:

She would make a really cool party for you! Webs would organise everything to be just perfect for you!

She would buy your favorite snacks, pizza/salads and drinks. Just to make it an unforgiven and the most amazing party you have ever had!

This day would be hers and yours of course, cause she would control every one and every detail on this day.

The party turns out amazing, like the one you have always dreamed of!

Romantic:

Have you watched the Hotel Transylvania? Yeah? So you remember this scene where a little spider created "happy birthday" sign with theirs web? Yeah? She would totally do that.

So when you woke up first thing you saw was a "happy birthday, Y/N!" sign and you immediately smiled.

Rest of the day was a great day! You tried to make chocolate muffins, but well they weren't really good.

You went to the amusement park and took a lot of photos for your photo album. Webs took you to a ice cream shop for your favorite ice cream flavor.

masterlist

[salami2]

| The “Day Off” |

| eddie munson x fem!reader, platonic!steve, platonic!robin, platonic!nancy |

| warning!(s) - eddie calling you princess & baby, mentions of past sexual activities/innuendos, mentions of eating, drinking (alcohol), eds being kinda a perv, mention of death, the both of you being lovey- dovey, basically everyone being a lil’ OOC.

| a:n - just wanted to write at least one eddie fic with pure fluff to let go of my pain! enjoy <3

“Wait… what?”

You didn’t expect to hear Nancy Wheeler's melancholic voice on a chilly, Saturday morning in November. The sound of birds coming awake near the window of your bedroom. They were certainly more awake than you were.

Tiredly, you sit upright on your bed. Rubbing your eye with one hand and the other holding onto the bedside phone.

“Just you, me, Steve, Robin and your sweet ol’ lover Eddie Munson,” She states, “We’ll do some early morning shopping when there aren't many people and just spend the whole day out.”

While you would usually not want to do these two types of things, there were two factors that made you think about it:

1: Nancy Wheeler was the one who suggested it. Much different then Steve, who would usually insinuate outings.

And 2: She dropped your favourite boy's name…

You sighed, groaning into the phone. “Ok, fuck it- let’s do it. Gotta admit, this is new, Nancy. Never thought you’d ever want to do something fun.” you chuckled, picturing her annoyed expression perfectly in your mind.

“Just hurry and dress up. I plan on getting a well deserved break.”

And with that, she hangs up the phone on you. Making you shake your head. Though, you couldn’t help but agree with the poor, overworked girl. Girlie needs it!

Thoughts of Eddie lingered in your mind while you scowarged through your closet. A stupid smile plastered on your face at the thought of his stupid- but pretty- face. A small blush forming on your cheeks.

It did not take long before you could see Steve’s car pull up in your driveway, honking the horn once as to grab your attention, but not wake anyone.

Eddie excited the car, excited to see you again. His body leaned against the car, eyes darting around to try and find you.

You emerged, dresses in your favourite blouse, long skirt and high heeled boots. While slipping on a brown, soft coat you stole from your mom. Like always, Eddie was astounded by your beauty. Entranced with the Morticia that made his Gomez.

Like a bolt, you clicked the door shut and ran up into Eddie’s arms. Giggling like a school girl.

“God, you���re so fucking beautiful, princess.” He professed, giving a chaste kiss to your temple.

“Goodmorning to you, too.” you chuckle, pulling him in for an actual kiss.

Steve honks his horn again to grab both your attention.

“Ok, lovebirds! You’re grossing out poor Robin here, don't stop making out and get in the car!”

Eddie rolled his eyes, offering a hand inside the car with a sweet smile. You slipped yours into his and giggled. Your boyfriend was a gentleman, after all.

Nancy smacked Steve's shoulder and grabbed his attention at the steering wheel. “C’mon, let’s get this show on the road!” Steve scoffed. “Yeah, I know. You act like we basically don’t have the entire day, Nance.”

You sat in the middle of Robin and Eddie. Resting your head on his shoulder and playing with his rings.

Robin sighed at the sight of you both being all buddy buddy with each other.

“Wish I had that kinda chemistry with Vickie. Maybe then I would vomit less whenever you two are together.” She joked, punching her in the shoulder.

The car ride was long. There were not too many car on the road, making it seem ghostly. The radio blasted the newest songs much to Eddie's dislike. Which he may or may not have gotten into argument with Steve on putting on his own music. But he simply said: “It’s my car, I’m driving, so it’s gonna be my music, Munson.”

Finally, after what seemed like a decade, your destination had arrived. Nancy got out of the car first, fully ready for the day ahead of her.

It took a while to drag Steve and Robin through those front doors, but it was worth it. The mall was almost desolate despite the couple of people roaming around.

Your eyes scan around and hit a store that catched your attention.

“Eddie, look! Let’s go over there.” You point, grabbing him by the arm. He chuckles.

The sound of Nancys voice reached your ears before you could get inside. “Be at the food court by 12 for lunch!” she exclaims, as everyone splits up to do their own shopping.

“Ah- hey! No peeking, Ed!”

Your hand swatted away at Eddie, who was trying to sneak in on you changing into the lovely shirt you found on the rack.

“Is it a crime to see my lovely girlfriend's body?” He jokes, sitting back down on the bench near the changing room.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re acting like you didn’t see and feel my body last night…” Your voice teased, making him remind of the nightly activities you did at his place last night.

Finally, you emerged from the dressing room. Giving him a little twirl and fiddling with the shirt. “Whaddya think?”

He puts on a playful gasp, hands both placed on his cheeks. Home Alone adition.

“Princess, you look like a goddess!” He places a kiss on your forehead. You laugh at your boyfriend's antics.

“It's just a new shirt, Ed.” You laugh, playfully pushing him in the shoulder. “A new shirt that I would happily rip off and neatly put it away before going down on you.”

Your eyes scatter around the small store. Eyes catching onto a black, leather jacket that hung there on the rack. Waltzing up to it, you pull it off and hold it up for him. “Look at this. Wanna try it on? For me?”

How could Eddie say no to your pleas? He immediately takes off his own jackets and slips the new one on. Making you blush like a schoolgirl at the sight.

His body was accentuated with the new clothing garment. Eddies slightly toned chest and arms looking amazing in it.

“Holy shit…” You muttered. He spins around and looks in the mirror. Adjusting his hair and smiling at himself.

“Damn. I look good!” He exclaims, checking himself out in the mirror. You nodded, not being able to make the right words on how you feel come out.

“You look.. hoooot.” You dragged out. He pulled you in closer by the waist. Placing a firm kiss on your lips, laughing while doing so. “Guess I’m going to keep this, princess.”

It didn't take long before you and Eddie's perfect moment was rudely interrupted by abrupt laughter from a Steve and a Robin. Robin, crouched inside a steel shopping cart. And Steve, driving said shopping cart while trying to catch his breath.

Both of your eyes widened. Rushing up to the chaotic duo.

“What the hell!?” You shouted. Robin broke down into a fit of laughter. “Hop on in, guys!” She motioned.

Eddie hung off the side without question. In a fit you paid the poor cashier in the store for the shirt and jacket and hopped inside the cart.

“This is crazy-“ You manage to say, despite the constant shaking of the cart going- what seemed to be- 1000 miles an hour. “Yeah, crazy fun!” Robin retaliated.

This day was not what a certain Wheeler was expecting. Cathching up to her friends complete stupidity while apologizing on behalf of them.

It. Was. Chaos.

Lunch rolled around: Nancy found the perfect restaurant near the mall. Classy, chic. Robin and Steve managed to ruin it by spilling water on the waitress and starting a debate on which movie actress was hottest.

They were at the GAP, and got kicked out because the staff caught you and your boyfriend performing… activities in the changing room. But in your defence!…

No, never-mind, you had no defence-

Now, the sun was setting. All of you, hanging around the mall parking lot. Hanging around Steve's car.

He comes rushing over with a pack of beer and a flushed expression. Setting it down.

“Don’t hate me- I tried this shit once at a party and I swear, I was flying. Well, either flying or completely wasted.” He admits. Handing one to a little concerned Robin. She was never entirely interested in alcohol anyways.

You grabbed one for you and Eddie. Everyone cheering in the middle. Everyone except Nancy, who was sulking on her own.

You give her a side hug, letting her head rest on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Nance. I know you wanted a perfect day.” You express. She hums in response, taking a long sip of her beer. “Was it so much to ask?” She mumbles.

“Honestly, if you think about it,” Robin chimes in, setting down her drink. “Today was pretty funny. Got kicked out of a restaurant, out of the GAP, and now were chugging beers in the mall parking lot. Like true teenagers.”

“Hey, to true teenagers!” Eddie cheers.

Nancy downs the entire beer way too quickly. Making you worry, just a bit. “I know, but I just… wanted to act like adults. I mean, we hang around my brother and his friends way too much. Wanted to get away from them. Y’know?”

Everyone gave small nods in agreement. Becoming quiet and slowly suffering. Moping around and being depressed- like true teenagers!

You got up from the concrete and Eddie's grasp. Taking that last sip of the can.

“Why the fuck are we just moping here? C’mon, lets hit the road! Be stupid! Let our hair out as we ride into the sunset and not tell our parents how shit faced drunk we are!”

Eddie stands up beside you. “Way ahead of you, baby!” he jokes, flipping his hair back dramatically.

You hop in the car quickly. Steve, Robin and Eddie following behind. You bring a hand out for Nancy. “C’mon, Nancy! Let’s end off your not so perfect day perfectly.”

And with a little hesitation, she grabs hold of your hand. Marching her way in shotgun and cranking everything up full volume.

“Yeeeeaah! Let’s go!!” Robin exclaims. Steve throws on his old pair of shades and goes faster.

You wondered a bit if the news report early in the morning would read: “5 Hawkins Teens Died in fatal Car Accident!” but shoved those ideas aside when you finally saw Nancy grin. A smile finally cracking her stone cold face.

What could you say? Being a teenager with the dumbest friends and boyfriend in 86’ was fucking metal!

@salami2

[ghostiiess]

[NSB HEADCANONS] - saturday night with lildarbear

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pov: title says it all!

warnings: mention of alcohol, and party vibes, some swears, i think that’s all? Let me know if there’s more!

type: fluff

members: darren liang (light mention of the others members)

so when darren asked you to party with him this saturday night, you obvs said yes (who wouldnt?)

it made him super excited and happy!

he prepared everything for you

if you're at the age to drink, just know he bought your fav alcohol

and if you can’t drink, he bought your fav juice lol 😭

he wanted it to be perfect

when you entered their house for the saturday night, he was so excited

he wanted to do matching party outfit with you <3

and you guys did!!

« You look so fucking good, y/n »

you guys danced together

you two couldn't stay away from each other...

like... it was a bit hard to separate you both of each other 🥴

ofc the boys were so happy to see you!!! they welcomed you and hugged you and made you see how a nsb party look like!

seb is 20 so he can’t really drink butttt i’m sure he would have made drinks (without alcohol) for you and him to drink along the night

BTW!!!! they wanted to dance with you :)

Ngl, darren was a bit jealous 🤫

if you're in the age of drinking, the boys (mostly reg n justin) made an alchohol tasting test for you!

you also played the beer pong with darren (and he losttt, poor baby)

darren love partying with you

but one thing he like the most is hugging and cuddling you

MOSTLYYYYYYY if he can do it in front of everyone 😏

so expect a lot of hugs and tired / messy kisses on your cheek and head

he love having you in his arm, what can i say?

you would sing karaoke with kane!!

"c'mon babyyyy!!!! i want to sing with you too!! Why can’t you be with me? :( "

if you're the type to be tired after a few drinks, then ryan would be super happy to stream with you while playing video games!

No bc, to me, Ryan would be the type to stream on twitch during the party 😭

darren liang would *ofc* plays dirty songs with you so he could sang to you and act like he didn't do it on purpose

"what? eh, it's not me who control the music!! What are you talking about?!"

oli would make sure you’re okay if you can't do it yourself. yeah, darren can do it, but we know darren... he drinks more than oli, so if you need a ride or someone to take you home, he'll do it. oliver cares (platonically) about you. or for example, if you need to have water, he'll have some. i just see oli like the type to take care of everyone during the party

lildarbear would also put music that you both love. and he would scream "OMG Y/N, IT'S OUR SONG!!! DANCE WITH MEEEE"

justin would do ‘just dance’ with you. he love dancing, singing, and having fun, so i'm sure it would be his type to dance with you while being drunk on soju lol

finally, saturday nights with darren would be amazing and super fun!! please have fun and enjoy these moments :(

Posted a bit earlier hehe, hope you guys liked this hc :))

Taglist! (open! Send an ask if you want to be in it!) : @nsb-rkive @kentisbaby @firebenderwolf @hyuneee0

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Mimic Chapter 26

Memories resurface with the first step in unknown territory for everyone.

Words- 3984

Reader x MHA (Platonic)

Warnings: Injury, angst, death, fluff, annnnd we actually are getting a relationship.

Your voice is cold as you begin to walk away before stopping to glance back, “As far as you’re concerned…I don’t even exist.”

It felt like a weight had been lifted off you by just speaking your mind but you couldn’t help but frown at the almost empty feeling in your chest. Like you left something behind with All Might as you entered the dorms. The evening had already arrived so your classmates had already returned you could hear pestering from some of the boys to Bakugo as he yells at them. You drag your body further into the dorms reaching the couches where some of your classmates sit. You spot Mina and Kirishima on one of them conversing with others.

Your eyes meet with Mina and she raises her hand waving to you but her smile drops slightly seeing the conflicted look on your face. You plop onto the couch leaning against the pink-haired girl your head resting on her shoulder while she and the redhead seemed to have a conversation with their eyes looking down at you concerned. Mina looks down at you running her hand on your back,

“You okay?” She asks and you just groan on her shoulder and she frowns. Yeah, that wasn’t good, “Haven’t you eaten at all? We should probably check your injuries.” She says and you see Kirishima nod,

“Yeah Sato made some really good food tonight, we were just about to eat!” Kirishima tries to get something out of you but you just close your eyes sinking deeper into the couch and burying your face further into Mina’s neck.

“I don’t wanna.” You mumble and Mina looks down at you before frowning standing up from the couch as you fall over losing your headrest.

“Nope come on. I’m fine with you keeping secrets but I won’t let you mope around. Alright up.” She grabs your hands to pull you to your feet but you become a deadweight and she lets go of your hands as you flop back further onto the couch. Mina gives you a look her hands on her hips before she looks over at the male.

“Kirishima help me please.” She says a look of exhaustion as the redhead chuckles standing to his feet.

“Y/n either get up or you leave me no choice,” Mina warns you and you scoff settling deeper into the couch.

“I’m fine, I don’t wann-eat!” Your whine turns into a yell as Kirishima grabs your waist lifting you as if you weigh nothing throwing you over his shoulder, “Put me down! You’re hurting my ribs.” You yell at Kirishima and Mina banging your hands against his back while some of your classmates laugh at the situation.

“You’ll live,” Mina says as the two of them make their way into the kitchen with you on his shoulder. With your vision upside down you catch the waves and laugh at your classmates as you pass them, returning them with glares and middle fingers. Your gaze meets Midoriya who has a small grin on his face seeing the situation but there was something else on his mind as you turn the corner leaving the common area. With your horrible ride service as you are brought right side up the blood rushing from your head makes you dizzy as your sit in one of the chairs. Kirishima gives you a cheesy grin which you don’t reciprocate while Mina returns sitting next to you with two plates of food.

The smell of the home-cooked meal fills your sense as your stomach rumbles and Mina grins while your face flushes before you reluctantly grab your plate and dig in. Kirishima returns sitting on the other side of you before feasting as well. “How were classes?” You say and you see the two of them sag at the thought of classes. You listen to them groan over the new English you’re learning with Present Mic and just everything they didn’t understand in just a day you had been gone.

“And the works studies we may have to try I wonder if we’re going to be placed under the same internship as before?” Kirishima says and you perk up hearing a new word you haven’t heard of.

“Work studies?” You ask and Mina explains,

“They are a more immersive version of the internships before but don’t worry Mr. Aizawa said it wasn’t likely for first years to partake. They are usually for upperclassmen.” She says and you nod looking down at your empty plate. You wonder what would be a more immersive internship than when you went against Stain and almost got yourself killed. You would only learn more information when you return. So you enjoyed this small moment of peace while you could.

The room was cold and damp the only sounds you could hear were the water dripping from the empty pipes and your breathing. Your bones ached as you sat against the wall trying to preserve your warmth and soothe your hunger when footsteps grew closer. Pushing yourself further into the corner trying to disappear into the shadows as they grow louder and fear seeps through the walls as they stop right in front of the door and it creaks open.

“Come.” The voice beckons as you bring yourself to shaky legs your soft footsteps echoing through the hall as you are brought to the room with the doctor. You didn’t like that room you would enter that room but you would come out of it. He said it was to train your body to handle when he needs. It was painful as you felt your body be torn apart, your screams fills the room as your mind fought to keep control but you weren’t strong enough and would succumb to his will. It was dark every time you lost, you couldn’t move, you couldn’t speak, you could barely breathe all you could do was listen and try to understand what was happening.

Your vision comes back as you hit the ground gasping for air feeling bile rise up your throat expelling it to the ground. The acidic burn in your throat causes you to cry out more as you hold yourself up with trembling hands. His heavy hand touches your shoulder as you flinch in fear before it travels up to your head petting it as you shiver at his touch.

“You’re responding well dear child,” His voice is cold as he praises you but you don’t feel comforted by it, “You will become my perfect weapon.”

You gasp for air as your vision clears the bright lights burning your eyes as your body trembles from the memory the voices around you are muffled as your vision begins to clear and the ringing fades as the voices become clearer.

“We’re getting more information but most of her memories are blank due to All For One using her.” Someone says as someone passes you water that you accept with shaky hands. You were sure how you agreed to this but returning to the station you were introduced to a psychologist that was added to the case. They wanted to dive deeper into the time that you were with All For One those undocumented years of your life that you believed were with your foster families. His quirk allowed him to view memories in a digital format, so by viewing your memories they could gain evidence and learn more about your past.

“I can’t find any memories where she’s in control. There are just blanks before it jumps forward to document memories.” The psychologist explains wiping sweat from his brow the overuse of his quirk starting to hit.

“Well dive deeper! Go past the blanks, there’s information that is valued for this case in that girl’s head so find it.” The same annoying officer from before demands god you didn’t like that you were stuck with her while Tsukauchi was pulled away but intrusted this process in her bitchy hands. You wanted to throw a snarky comment her way but your mouth was heavy your body drained from reliving a multitude of memories that left you exhausted. He frowns before looking at you concerned but you just nod slowly at him. Just get it over with. He sighs in pity before reaching one hand to the TV they had brought in and the other against your head and then everything went dark.

Smoke.

You could smell something burning as your eyes opened and you saw destruction all around you. It was chaos, the roaring flames, the crumbling buildings, and the screams. They seemed to come from every direction as people scream in pain or cried out for their loved ones. You felt frozen in place like cement was in your shoes stopping you from moving. Your eyes took in everything you could before you hear someone draw closer, their feet crunching the rubble and glass under them. Before you felt a hand rest on your shoulder.

“You have done well Y/n.” His dark voice echoes as you just watch the world burn around you. You couldn’t have done this…no you don’t do that. You couldn’t have…

“What did you make me do…” Your voice is soft as the sirens almost drown you out.

“I didn’t do a thing,” He laughs and you look up at him your eyes widen seeing his deformed face. His face or what was left of it was covered in blood you didn’t understand how he was still able to stand.

“This was your free will.” Your heart drops to your stomach as you shake your head. No…you didn’t want to hurt anyone. You press your hands on your face to hide when you feel something smudge against your face, pulling your hands back you recoil seeing them stained red. You pull your hands back as a choked sob comes out as he laughs at your breakdown while the world burns around you.

You hear a whimper and you look down to see a woman who is holding her child, she cries out when your eyes meet having been caught.

“Help us please!” Her cries are frantic as you watch her try to free herself, her leg pinned down between rubble. Dust and blood coat her as her shrill voice screams for help as her child wails into the air. You feel your hand raise without your control as you look at it like it’s a foreign object as power starts to fill your arm.

“Stop what are you doing!” You cry out trying to push your arm down with your other but it won’t budge as his arm is raised as well like controlling a puppet pointed at the woman and her child.

“She’s seen too much. She can’t leave alive.” His words cause the woman to grow hysterical as she wails for mercy for herself or just her child but it falls on his deaf ears.

“Please don’t do this, please I don’t want to!!” You cry out tears streaming down your face as red sparks surround your arm and you look away as she screams for help.

“I’M SORRY!” You scream out before the power becomes too much and explodes.

You turn away from the sight now having an outside view in on the memory as the screams from the woman and child grow deadly silent as your younger self screams and sobs while All For One watches you. You feel bile grow in you, that vision during the license exam…it wasn’t the future it was you. You killed her...you killed her child.

“This isn’t real. It can’t be real..oh god…oh god.” You feel the air grow thin as your hands shake. The tightness in your chest wouldn’t leave as your shaky legs hit the ground, glass digging into your palms and knees but you grew numb to the pain, the panicking not ceasing. You killed them. Killer...Murderer…villain. How could you call yourself a hero?

“You’re no hero. A hero would have never done this.”

You can’t continue…you couldn’t do this. It was all too much. How could you live on knowing blood stains your hands, who knows how many other people died under your hand when you were with All For One?!

“I wanna go home. Please I wanna go. I’m done. Stop it now! LET ME OUT! LET ME OUT!” Your voice grows more frantic and manic as you scream out into the air, fire and screams still around as you try to leave your memory.

“MIDORIYA! MINA! MR. AIZAWA! ANYONE HELP ME!” Your voice grows raw as you pull at your hair scratching at yourself to wake yourself up. This wasn’t like Mindbreaker, you didn’t have control this time.

“She’s resisting I can’t keep forcing her.” The voice is muffled but you hear it as you spin around trying to find them through the destruction.

“We’re so close just a push that’s all we need.” Another voice is muffled as you trip against some rocks hitting the ground your palms bloody but you push yourself up and continue to find that voice.

“SOMEBODY PLEASE!” You cry out when you see a figure standing in the distance, “Hey!” You call out and you see them turn to look at you and it’s the psychologist watching the chaos around you.

You run up but you hit a wall as your eyes widen in fear, an invisible block between the two of you as your fist bang against the barrier.

“Please I wanna go home! Let me out!” You cry tears streaming down your face as you see him step forward going to help you but an outside force seems to stop him as he steps back and you grow frantic. Your fists slam against it as you beg to let you go.

“PLEASE I’M SORRY! I WANT THIS TO STOP!” You scream and he looks distressed before he turns away and starts to walk away and the barrier starts to cover up reflecting the world you’re in.

“No…NO NO NO!” You scream as your left in your memory. You didn’t want this. You wanted to leave. This wasn’t what you wanted. Rearing your fist back your hit the wall and an explosion comes off from it as the world around you shakes and your hand shakes your fist bleeding from hitting the barrier having done no damage. Sending another explosion has little effect on the world-shaking again. Raising your hand as red sparks comes off it as you look at the world around you... You didn’t want this. Why didn’t they stop?

“Show them..” Far more powerful than any time you’ve used All For One’s power surges through you as your fist demolishes the world around you. Was this what they wanted to see? The power you contained in you. You fall through nothingness before your body hits the ground.

“Y/n…?” His voice says as you lift your head seeing him looking down at you.

“Tenko..” You whisper out as he steps closer to you kneeling as you push yourself to your knees, your arm was completely broken as you were covered in blood and dust.

He just looks over you in confusion and almost horror at your bloody figure, “what..happened to you?” You shake your head grabbing his arm with your good hand as he gently holds your body in his arms making sure not all his fingers are touching you,

“You have to stop this Tenko…please. All For One is going to kill us all for his goal.” You beg him and he seems confused before his gaze hardens.

“Master is going to help us Y/n…you just have to see. I’m doing this for us.” He says and you shake your head.

“Please you have to believe me! You can stop all of this. We can be together if you stop. Don't do this.” You clutch his coat as he looks conflicted, “Let me see you…we can figure this out together.” Your voice is soft as he looks away before looking back at you the hand still covering his face. His background seems to grow around him slowly becoming clear,

“I’m with the-” A creak fills the emptiness as he pauses and the two of you turn and you see the psychologist looking at the two of you. His eyes widen when he realizes you two can see him and your brother pulls away looking at the doctor with a murderous look before looking at you with a look of betrayal on his face while your face is shocked.

“You…” He hisses out glaring at you and your mouth opens trying to explain, reaching out to him but his background quickly disappears along with him leaving you in darkness once again. Your hand still stretched out grasping at nothing before falling to your lap beside your broken arm.

“Ms. Shimura.” Your head snaps over to him and he can’t help but shiver in fear at the look on your face.

“Get out of my head.” You hiss your eyes flashing red as your hair floats and you wake up.

You blink getting used to the light and quickly getting used to the yelling that was in the room your vision slightly blurry, “She should be put in custody! She clearly hiding information in the investigation!” The female officer yells before more yelling ensues.

“She is guilty of obstruction of justice and the possible homicide charges!” Her shrill voice yells at you trying to get closer to you but is held back by Tsukauchi who is yelling back at her. Your gaze drifts to seeing the psychologist being tended to by another officer their nose was bleeding profusely as they handle the bleeding.

“y/n…Shimura…Y/n!” A voice calls out to you and your head is moved to look to see Mr. Aizawa who is looking at you concerned while holding something against your nose, “You’re done okay..” He says calmly while helping you up to your feet. You felt disoriented as you’re taken out of the room, but you’re able to take in the state of it. The table is flipped over, files all over the place, and the TV that was being used was cracked and smoke coming from it. The door closes behind you two you could still hear the yelling from inside but it was muffled. Mr. Aizawa seemed to speak to you but your hearing was fading as you seem to have tunnel vision. At the end of the hallway you see Nana standing there looking concerned but when someone passes in front of her it changes to All Might.

“Nana…” You whisper as black spots appear in front of your vision as your legs buckle under you and the last thing you hear is Aizawa and All Might calling your name out before your vision turns to black.

Y/n why would you do this to me…How could you?

Tenko… The abyss was quiet but you could feel his betrayal the hurt he felt as you floated in the nothingness.

I’m sorry.

So am I.

What you were laying on was soft as you slowly blink your eyes open confused but surprised to find yourself back in the dorms, lying in your bed. The mid-day light streamed through your balcony as you push yourself to sit up rubbing the exhaustion from your eyes. You felt disoriented you remember being at the police station before nothing. A knock on your door has you turning to look at it. Calling for whoever it was to enter the doorknob twist before the door creaks open and you’re surprised to see Midoriya peeking his head inside.

“You’re awake that’s good.” He smiles softly entering holding a small plate of toast and fruits he places the plate on your nightstand and leans against your bed. You look at the plate and then back at the boy confused.

“I thought you might like some food to help get your energy back,” He says his face slightly flushed rubbing the back of his neck, “Mr. Aizawa brought you in while the class was at lunch. You were unconscious and he seemed really upset over whatever happened to you. Kacchan and I told everyone that you didn’t want to be bothered if anyone asked. You slept the entire day yesterday and to midday today.” He explains as you nod. Everything seemed fuzzy but your memory from yesterday became clearer, the interrogation, the memories, seeing Tenko…What All For One made you do..what you did in your own free will.

“I did horrible things Midroriya…and. I don’t know how I can keep being a hero after knowing the truth about everything.” You whisper and Midoriya goes still as silence fills the room. You could still hear the screams and fire burning away around you, the warm liquid that stained your body. Though long gone now is still thick on your skin with its sins.

His hand grasps yours holding it as you look into his eyes, “Whatever All For One made you do wasn’t in your control. You were forced to do it to survive.” He squeezes your hand and his smile is sincere and gentle.

“You’re going to be a hero, and your past doesn’t define who you are...I see the good in you even from the moment I met you” He says and you nod faintly as you bask in the calming energy that pours off him.

“Thank you.” You say and his eyes widen slightly what was there for you to thank him for, “For believing in me even when I don’t. I just feel like everyone is so hesitant that I just go crazy. When I came back from Kamino I knew what they all thought, I felt the stares, the comments behind my back.” You had joined the League, Shigaraki oblivious knew who you were so what was your connection with them? If anyone would be a traitor it would be the girl who can copy quirks.

“I just feel like you’re the only person that understands where I’m truly coming from. I just hate having to keep all these secrets from everyone. So I just want to thank you…for being with me…for being my friend.” You couldn’t explain why you felt like confessing all that to him, you just felt safe around him. He’s a hero it made sense for him to feel like that. You hadn’t noticed until now the collage of green in his eyes as he looks at you or the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles. The freckles covered his face like stars but the prominent four on each of his cheeks were like constellations. Hands roughen with scars but warm still holds yours the daylight streaming into your room as you take him in both of you enjoying the company in silence.

You can’t explain what went through you as he looks back at you and smiles. The same smile that lights up a room with just pure happiness and then your lips are pressed against his own.

It was over as quickly as it began. His eyes are like saucers his face bright red as your eyes widen your hands covering your mouth. “I-I am so sorry... I don’t.” You stumble over your words as he stands up quickly fumbling his words.

“No yeah! Um…I gotta get back to clean..and ya know uh other stuff.” His face is still bright red as he nods waving his hands pointing outside before leaving the door quickly closing behind him. Looking back at the door you can’t help but ignore the pain in your chest. Is it better that you both were surprised by it? It’s fine it's better this way, you can’t hurt anyone. It was a simple mistake…

Then why did it hurt so much?

[seung-scrittore]

[12:34] - fortune cookies and harry styles

genre: platonic!au, fluff, crack, best friend Ni-ki & Jungwon

warning(s): food/eating, light swearing

pairing: none

wc: 0.9k

“Love can last a lifetime if you want it to.”

“What does that even mean?” 

“Seriously, who writes that mumbo-jumbo anyway?”

“Honestly who cares,” you crinkled up the small paper between your index and thumb, flicking it toward the younger boy sitting on your couch. You watched as he flinched once it'd made contact with his jawline, afterward rolling his eyes at you. Not caring enough to even attempt to make sense of the tiresome momento inscribed inside your fortune cookie. 

Stuffing the semi-stale cookie past your lips, you shrugged off the topic. “Oh wait,” you half mumbled with your mouth still busy at work with the thin, crumbly treat, “‘Ave you guys ‘eard that song?” Most of your sentence was borderline unintelligible.

“Hasn’t anyone taught you table manners, yuck.” Ni-ki shot you an incredulous look as if you’d just offended him personally by not finishing your snack before speaking. 

“Manners, schmanners, y'know you could choke? Seriously, ___, you need to be more careful.” 

Of course, Jungwon, as always. 

“Well pardon me, your highnesses,” rolling your eyes at the imbeciles you were unfortunate enough to call your friends, “Anyway, like I was saying —before I was so rudely interrupted—”

“Have we heard that song?” Ni-ki mocked, his voice rising several octaves in jest, “I don’t even need to hear you say the name, it’s been everywhere I swear.”

Jungwon, who seemingly forgot about his sudden outburst of concern mere moments ago, piped up. “What song?” 

Sticking your chopsticks back into your carton of Chinese food —Pork Lo Mein to be specific— you shot him an exasperated look, “No way, you’ve really not heard it?”

“Maybe I have, if one of you idiots would just tell me the damn title I’d let you know”

Ni-ki snickered, setting his carton of fried rice down to nod his head toward Jungwon, “It makes sense he wouldn’t know, being ancient and all.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, slightly tilting your head down in a failed attempt to hide your amusement. Admittedly, a fair portion of your friendship with the two had been you and Ni-ki borderline-bullying Jungwon for being almost three years older than the both of you. 

Grabbing your phone out of your pocket, you swallowed the food that was in your mouth, opened up your playlist, and scrolled through to find the previously mentioned song. 

“Oh! Here, look Won,” you showed him your phone, the small letters playing in the bottom left of your screen, “As It Was, ugh, it’s such a good song.” 

“Oh, yeah I know it. All that hype for Harry Styles? Really?” 

“You did not just say that to me.” Ni-ki shot Jungwon a glance that let him know he was truly skating on thin ice here. 

“Listen, he’s good, I’ve just heard better y’know,” Jungwon noted somewhat matter-of-factly, collecting another bite of food with his utensils. He nodded toward Ni-ki, “I like his other single, uh, what’s it called?” Shaking his head, he stuffed the spoonful of now semi-cold Chinese food into his mouth, “Watermelon High, maybe?”

“It’s Watermelon Sugar, I’m actually disappointed. Of course, you would only know that song.” 

Over the years you had grown used to their quirks, though Jungwon not liking Harry Styles might’ve been a deal-breaker in your two-year-long friendship.

“I’m gonna tempt the fates here, Won, our whole friendship is riding on my fortune.”

Ni-ki held out his unwrapped golden fortune cookie, it was slightly crumpled at the corners, to the point you could see the stark contrast of the thinly tucked paper. 

The hard exterior of his cookie sounded with a stale crack, you could still faintly taste the vanilla and sesame oil on your tongue from your own. 

“Honestly you think they’d make them fresh or something for how often we go to that place,” you sarcastically chided, “I don’t quite feel valued as a customer.” 

“Oh cut the theatrics, both of you."

Ni-ki scoffed, "Hyung, I really don't think you wanna get mouthy while I'm literally unwrapping your fortune." 

If you said Jungwon was perfectly calm at Ni-ki's brazen nature, you would be lying. He was about two seconds from imploding, and you swore you could see steam coming out of his ears. 

"Go on, read it out." You had a tendency to always back Ni-ki up when it came to picking sides between the two, and if you were honest, you found this really amusing. 

Clearing his throat, —solely for theatrics— Ni-ki held the palm of his hand in his other,

 "He, who knows not of Harold Styles, is not to be trusted." 

Flicking his now crumpled slip of paper at you like you'd done to him moments ago.

"Yah, don't make me come over there Ri-ki," Jungwon pointed his spoon at Ni-ki in an almost threatening way —it would've held a lot more merit if you didn't already know Jungwon was considerably shorter than Ni-ki.

Chomping on another bite of your food, you made a mental note to tease Jungwon for that later, but right now he had enough on his plate with Ni-ki. 

"___, look he's threatening me!" Ni-ki feigned a fearful tone, if he was trying to hide his smile, he was doing a poor job at it. 

You scoffed, a slight grin adorning your features at their antics, unfolding the small paper that had fallen in your lap, you silently read the fortune— his actual fortune. 

"Good friends are worth the hardships you'll face to find them."

Looking up at Jungwon and Ni-ki, who were now bickering back and forth, your grin was in full effect. 

They are, they truly are.

[bunji-enthusiast]

well I was gonna ask for a second part to the catnap story where he takes in the child after the hour of joy who called him kitty, I was the suggestor lol, but it appears I was beat to it lol. I hope it's still okay if I request a second part now or just a separate part with one of theses ideas. One would come after catnap used the gas to help the child fall asleep, where after they now like the other childern in playcare become reliant on the gas because of the poppy opium used to make it. So now catnap every time they sleep has to be faced with what he did, and has to decide to put his dear little one out of their misery while they sleep or to be usual catnap and keep giving them the gas. The other idea I had was for the child to not like to go anywhere without catnap, and starts to become upset if they are left alone especially after the nightmare so catnap finds one of the small smiling critter toys like him from the playhouse, and fixes it up. to then give to the child to keep them company as they roam the factory, or when they are without their stretchy kittyy.

Better To Death

Note || aye, good to see you! Hope this was okay :)

WC || 1,018

Caretaking wasn’t certainly something CatNap had on his table, but he pulled through, innovating in ideas from Ms. Delight and find books around the ruined place on how to properly take care of you better. Safe to say, he would like to think he’s improved on doing so. Though as you were, you are a child and are quite clingy to the giant cat. He had to find numerous ways to keep you occupied and entertained, keeping you away from the mass destruction and bloody spats as much as possible.

Ever since he had remained with the tortuous knowledge of knowing that his gas causes you nightmares every time he puts you to sleep, CatNap was at a loss. 

Would he continue on doing it, or just find alternatives…Or put you out of your misery permanently?

Confusion was a brand new emotion to CatNap ever since he had felt himself faced with this dilemma, he had sat on his thoughts. Contemplating what to do, but the insomniac cat had come to enjoy your company in the pit of all his loneliness all just for following his god. It was in due time that he always followed the Prototype anyway, yet his god had no care for what he did. Just get rid of the ex-employee that may come through here. 

As of right now, there was nothing un-important that had gained his attention. CatNap had the fortune of only dealing with you at the moment, your joyful smile and laughter was something he had grown to see and hear. Truly you were one of the rare few that never was afraid of his appearance, instead just finding it humorous. The mind of a child is one that is interesting, sometimes he can still feel that another part of him resides deep in the pit of his chest. Pity, perhaps. 

Though nowadays, however long a time has passed, he had lost track – a fortnight maybe. You had grown extremely clingy to CatNap, he needed to find out what to do about that. He understood that children can be afraid of being alone, but in your case it was different. 

Finally, an idea had struck him. CatNap can use one of the miniature feral smiling critters, one that was an exact replica of him and ask for it to be attuned to your needs (surely now you don't mind being without him anywhere you go). 

So he paid a visit to the Playhouse, even though it was messy and destroyed. CatNap could tell that it was the work of all the miniature smiling critters, he dwarfed them in size yet they were capable of much destruction as he was. It was for a moment, amusing to think about. Tiny beings so feral to destroy or feast upon whatever he feeds them. 

He guessed they were quite useful, especially in the exact circumstance he was faced with. CatNap had huffed and roared, calling out to a specific tiny smiling critter, one who resembled himself greatly. The giant cat raised his paw and stepped around, trying to acclimate to his surroundings of the tiny spaces the CatNap was forced to go through. Only it had taken a minute, the smiling critter who was akin to his appearance finally appeared, crawling up to his giant paw. 

CatNap raised his paw, the miniature CatNap remained unwavering, waiting for whatever orders the bigger cat would give him. CatNap silently instructed him to crawl to his back, to which the smaller one had obliged. Bigger Body CatNap was tumultuous in size, having to carefully step around the rubbled and ruined padding in the Playhouse. He sighed in quiet grievance as small spaces weren’t entirely easy without using his gas to squeeze through, CatNap finally had turned back around, slithering back to where you had rested.

The smaller smiling critter cat was squiggling around in excitement, though staying still so as to not annoy the bigger cat. He was quite curious to see where CatNap would take him.

Soon enough, the questions of the smaller CatNap were answered. “Oh hi, hehe! Stretchy kitty!” The little kid sitting right before CatNap, the smaller cat had easily figured out what it was that CatNap had brought him here for. Sure, the smaller smiling critters seemed to be idiotic enough, but they were smarter than they would let on. The smaller cat had scrambled down the roughened arm of the larger CatNap, who had glared at him – to say the least, the miniature CatNap had gotten the message very quickly. 

“I’m really ah- happy!” You nod swiftly, having buzzed about with an energy he had not seen in a while. The smaller cat had scrambled up to you, curling up in your lap as he sat down, waiting for you to react to his presence. “OHHhhh– what are you?” You immediately had been overrun with curiosity, poking at the smaller cat. “You look so much like the big stretchy kitty.” You held out your arms, trying to enunciate the word. 

A small sound escaped the smaller cat's mouth, you almost had caught onto it.

“Whoa!” 

You giggle, holding up the miniature CatNap. “You are so adorable!” You seemed to be happy and content with the results, he was too. The bigger body CatNap was reassured in a sense you didn’t seem to be at all upset, more so eased and at peace. He sat down, watching you as you had gotten acquainted with your brand new companion. 

CatNap had the full intent for the smaller one to keep you company for when he is not present, or with you for that matter. You always liked to bring it around with you when you wandered the factory, regardless of the idea if CatNap was there with you or not.

He found it quite refreshing compared to the usual grotesque sights he had gotten numbed to, but in the name of the Prototype. CatNap was willing to take on anything and everything, even for you.

When you're with any kitty, big or small. If he was CatNap, you are one untouchable person.

[Taglist: @everythingnicen0nnie @prince0fpaints @alocaldemisexual02 ]

[yeosatinyngz]

Can I request some chifuyu, baji, and hanma fluff where their friend just got broken up with and just needs comfort please?

I'm going through a rough break up with my boyfriend of 3 years and just want comfort :')

Your wish is my command! I hope this is what you wanted. Also I’m so sorry to hear that, I really do hope things will get better for you. Make sure you’re taking care of yourself alright? And I love you💜

TR boys comforting reader going through a break up

↳GN Reader | Fluff | Platonic relationship

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You’re knocking on Chifuyu’s door. He opened the door and was shocked at the expression painted across your face. “Y/N? Come in.” He quickly pulled you in and settled you on his couch. “What happened?” “They…broke up with me.” No words were exchanged further as Chifuyu pulled you into a hug and patted your head. You melted into his comforting embrace. “Hey, you know you’re amazing right?” “Stop Fuyu, you’re going to make me cry again.” “No, I want you to know just how amazing you are and that you shouldn’t waste your precious tears over your ex.” “You- *sniff* you know that you’re the best person on this Earth right?” “Don’t tell me you’re going to cry again.” “I am, but this time it’s because of you.” “Why?! What did I do?” “Nothing, I’m just so grateful to have a friend as precious as you.” “Aww and I’m lucky to have a friend as amazing as you.”

You were sadly staring into the abyss when you heard your name being yelled. “Y/N!!!” You turned your head to the booming voice and saw Baji running towards you. It seems that he’s not slowing down and here you are tackled on the ground from the menace. “Kei, what the heck!” “Sorry, I was a little too excited to see you.” “And that gives you the excuse to tackle me??” “Geez I said sorry already.” “Yeah yeah I forgive you.” “What’s with the sad face then, seems like you didn't completely forgive me.” “It’s not that, just grieving over my breakup.” “Oh…I’m so sorry.” “You have nothing to apologize for Kei.” He stayed silent and pulled you by your wrist along with him. “Where are we going?” “You’ll see.” He brought you to the lake and announced, “Here we are.” “What are we doing here?” He proceeds to take out a bag of bread from his pocket. “We’re here to feed the ducks.” “Kei, it literally says on that sign ‘do not feed the wildlife’” “Oh who cares, these little guys are hungry.” “Ok then.” You fed the ducks and felt your mood brightening. Baji looked over to see a small smile on your face which caused him to smile. Mission accomplished.

You were moping in your bed when you heard your doorbell being spammed. “Who is spamming my doorbell?” You got up and checked the peephole and saw that it was Hanma. “Of course it’s him, should've known.” You opened the door and before you could ask what he’s doing here he bombarded you with questions. “Why haven’t you been answering my texts? How come you bailed on me yesterday? What’s going on?” “Sorry bro, going through a break up right now and just haven’t been in the mood for anything.” “That’s it? Get your ass dressed, I’m taking you somewhere fun.” “But-” “Uh uh uh” he said while shushing you “Get dressed.” You couldn’t really argue with him cause he’s stubborn af so you just decided to get dressed. “Alright let’s go.” You climbed on his bike and he kept increasing the speed and you were holding on for dear life. “SLOW DOWN.” “I live for the speed.” “Shut up you dumbass.” He brought you to an amusement park and was forcing you to go on all sorts of rides with him. “Ah, I just love the thrill <3” “It’s not bad I suppose.” You were able to let go from all those thrill rides so maybe today wasn’t such a bad day. “Thanks Shuji.” “Huh, for what?” “For a fun day.” “Hehe of course.”

[earlgreydream]

mischief.

| marauders x reader | fluff | smut |

anon requested. they’re all flirty and touchy with one another? like its mutual pining, smutty, dom!reader

“Wake up!” Sirius whispered in your ear. 

You startled out of your sleep, and he put his hand over your mouth before you could scream.

“It’s just Pads, bunny. But c’mon, we gotta go,” he slowly took his hand away, trusting you to be quiet enough not to wake your roommate. Sirius put a sweater in your hands and you slipped leggings up your legs, pushing your feet into shoes. 

You silently slipped from the dorm and ran after your friend, your fingers laced in his. You blinked sleep away as Sirius dragged you through the halls to where Remus and James were waiting near the dungeons. 

“What are we doing?” you yawned, rubbing your eyes. 

“We’re finally getting revenge on Severus for fucking up your charms project,” James answered fiercely.

“So you dragged me out of bed at two in the morning?” You asked in disbelief.

“We’re going to make it worth your while,” Remus promised, kissing the back of your neck. You smiled before turning to the door.

“How are we getting into the slytherin dorms?” You questioned, staring at the painting. Sirius winked, and it swung open, revealing a boy with gorgeous stormy eyes and black curls, a smaller copy of your best friend. 

“Thank you, Regulus,” Sirius ruffled his curls before stepping into the chilly common room. 

“You owe me.”

“Thanks, Reg,” you kissed his cheek, earning a smile from the shy, brooding Black brother. Sirius shot him a jealous look, one that mirrored the expression of the other two. You giggled, rushing them along. 

You found Severus’ dorm, slipping inside in the dark. James went to the chest, opening it silently and waving his wand, murmuring a spell. Every article of clothing turned baby pink with ruffles and bows, and you all had to bite back laughter. 

The boys waved you out, lingering by the door. You hesitated, grabbing his potions essay off of the desk. They all looked at you in surprise, you typically weren’t the one to go farther than just a little prank. You flipped off Severus’ sleeping form, still not forgiving him for ruining your charms project the week before. 

“Are you mad?” Remus hissed as you walked to the common room. 

“Quite,” you shot him a look. 

“Thank you. Do as you wish with this,” you said to Regulus, putting the potions essay in his hands. The younger boy grinned, and Sirius’ gaze softened. 

James and Remus took your hands, running through dark corridors with you, Sirius trailing close behind. You expected to be taken back to bed, but the boys decided not to try to break you back in. They brought you to their own dorm, and you grinned mischievously. 

“Thank you.”

“Always, bunny,” James smiled, kneeling down in front of where you sat on the end of his bed. He slipped your shoes off of your feet, lightly squeezing your ankles. 

You were buzzing with adrenaline, and you stared down at James, your mind wandering to how sexy he looked down on his knees in front of you. Sirius and Remus both recognized the look on your face, both of them sensing the energy shift in the room. 

The four of you were exceptionally close, flirty and touchy. The lines of your friendship blurred to be more than platonic. The adrenaline and excitement fueled arousal, and the innocent night of mischief was quickly evolving into something more. 

James’ hazel eyes gazed up at you, and he sat back on his heels as your fingers traced over the curves of your face. Your fingers pulled him up by his tie, and you pushed your lips against his. Your other hand carded into his hair, deepening the kiss as your tongue slipped into his mouth, dominating his. James moaned against your lips, and Sirius muttered a profanity, shrugging his shirt from his body and kicking his jeans aside. 

James panted when you broke the kiss, and Remus pulled your sweater over your head. James hooked two of his fingers into the front of your t-shirt, pulling the neckline down so he could kiss the soft skin of your chest.

You sighed quietly and set his glasses aside, running your fingers through his dark waves as his tongue lapped over your nipple. 

“Isn’t bunny pretty?” Sirius asked James, pulling your hair out of the way and tying it up before kissing along your shoulder and neck. 

“Yes, so pretty,” James mumbled against your skin. Remus smiled proudly at the submissive boy, encouraging him to make you feel good. You leaned against Sirius, your eyes rolling back at the way James touched you. 

“I want to fuck my beautiful boys,” you breathed against Sirius’ lips. Your tongues slid together, his long, beautiful hand wrapping around your throat. Silver rings left faint indentations on your skin, and he filled your senses. 

“Let off of her, Prongs. We want to see bunny without her clothes on, yeah?” Remus gently pried James from your chest. He whimpered and you smiled down at him, praising him for being good. 

You let Sirius slide your t shirt off, exposing your torso to the marauders. You lifted your hips so James could pry your leggings and thong off, and Sirius hauled you onto the mattress. 

You pushed him down onto his back once he was stripped, allowing the other two boys to entertain themselves. Your fingers slid up his chest, muscular from years of quidditch practices, admiring his tanned body. 

“Please, let me get inside of you, bunny. I want to feel your tight walls squeeze around me,” he asked softly, stormy eyes shining up at you, letting you take control. 

You absolutely couldn’t deny your gorgeous, sweet boy, and you slowly sank down on his cock, letting him pierce you. His hands went to your hips to help guide you, though your hand that went around his neck reminded him that you were in charge. 

“Fuck, bunny, you feel amazing,” he swore as you seated yourself with him buried as deep as possible in your pussy. A quiet gasp was the only response you could manage for several moments, overwhelmed by just the feeling of him stretching you out. 

“Help me ride you, Pads,” you hummed, rolling your hips as he took some of the effort. 

James whined in need, and you pulled him over to you, kissing him roughly and wrapping your arms around his neck as you bounced on Sirius’ cock. When he snapped his hips up, you squeezed his throat and yelped into James’ mouth. 

“Gotta share, Jamesie,” Remus scolded James.

Before you could process his words, his mouth was on yours, replacing where James had previously been. James leaned down to reattach himself to your chest, Remus swallowing your loud moans as the boys stimulated you everywhere. 

James shrieked, biting you lightly as Remus sheathed himself inside of the boy, taking him from behind as he continued to passionately kiss you. 

“James!” Sirius slapped his thigh, pushing his face away from you and down to the bed. The brunette’s back arched as Remus roughly drove into him. Sirius sat up, letting you lean against his chest as you grew unable to maintain your balance, overwhelmed by the pleasure and stimulation. 

“You’re doing so well, bunny. Our gorgeous girl, letting us kiss you everywhere and fill you up,” Remus praised as Sirius softly kissed you, licking over the bruised lips that were swollen from Remus and James. 

“Sirius, fuck, I’m so close,” you breathed, and James moved, reaching between the two of you to rub your clit as Sirius bounced you up and down on his lap. You tightened around him so intensely that he struggled to thrust into you, snapping and falling apart as James’ help sent you tumbling into your orgasm. 

You came with a scream, everyone following behind in close succession, pleasure radiating around your small group. 

“I’ve got you,” Sirius breathed, holding you tightly as the mixture of your release leaked out of you, smearing across your thighs. You clung to him, the aftershocks of your powerful orgasm making you twitch in his arms. 

Remus cleaned him and James up beside you, and you barely heard him ask Sirius to let him help the two of you. You squeaked as Sirius moved, and he hushed you with gentle kisses to your cheek.

“We gotta clean up, bunny. Then you can snuggle between us,” Sirius promised. 

Although you’d been dominating during the sex, now you just wanted to cling to Sirius and let him care for you. You weren’t keen on the idea of him removing himself from you, but he gently laid you back and slipped out. 

“Just let Moony clean you up a bit,” James brushed hair from your face, smiling sweetly at you. You nodded blearily, parting your legs to allow Remus to care for you. You winced at the contact, taking a moment to relax. 

Sirius dressed you in a quidditch sweater, snuggling you between him and James in the large bed, Remus lying on James’ other side. Your head rested on Sirius’ chest, and he played with your hair until you fell asleep. 

“Wake up, gorgeous,” Remus tried to rise you, and you covered your face with your arm, enjoying your sleep.

“Come on, I’ve got some tea ready for you,” James tried, failing. 

“If you get up, you get to see Severus in those pink frilly trousers!” Sirius reminded. 

That got you up. 

Sirius swatted you backside before you could pull on a clean uniform that was in his chest. You often spent the night in their dorm, and now, you were prepared. 

“Sirius rough you up?” Remus laughed as he watched you wince at first. 

“Sorry, bunny,” Sirius kissed your cheek, and you blushed, hiding behind the tea James had made for you. 

The four of you hurried to potions, and you giggled with delight as you saw Severus angrily trying to explain that he’d lost the essay to your professor, on top of why his uniforms had been... altered. 

“The bloke deserves it,” Regulus whispered, sitting down with you and Sirius. 

“Oh, absolutely,” you giggled, bending over your cauldron so you didn’t draw attention to yourselves. 

[pascalpanic]

Drunk Words (Frankie Catfish Morales x f!Reader)

Drunk Words / Sober Thoughts part one of two

Summary: Frankie’s drunk off his ass and needs a ride home. PART ONE of a two part Frankie fic

W/C: 2.7k+

Warnings: language, copious amounts of alcohol, Frankie is absolutely shitfaced

A/N: THANK U TO MY BABE @sanchosammy for this idea!!! I love it so much I fuckin LOVE my baby frankie

As you roll over in bed, you groan. You’ve been up for about 20 minutes now, unable to return to the blissful sleep that had been enveloping you before. The time on your watch now reads 3:07. You frown and grab your phone, lying on your side. The light is bright enough to make you squint, and you smile at the text thread you’ve received from Frankie tonight.

The man brings nothing but happiness to your life. You really do love Frankie, not just platonically. You want to hold his big and strong hands, want to lift up his ball cap and kiss him on the forehead, want to fluff the hat hair he always gets from that Standard Oil cap. More than anything, you want to softly kiss that little patch in his beard. It’s just existing there, perfectly clean even when he’s almost at a full beard. His tough fingers scratch it and you giggle, looking away when he asks what’s so funny. Nothing, Fish, you immediately reply. Fishie, if you’re feeling a little more flirtatious.

Frankie might be feeling the same, you’ve noticed lately. He’s a little more touchy with you. He hugs you longer than the other men, makes you dance with him when a good song comes on. He lets it happen when you steal his ball cap and wear it, where he’d scold and smack any of the other men for it. He lends you his flannel when you’re cold, wrapping it gingerly around your shoulders.

It’s been a long time that you’ve been friends now. Just recently, you’ve come to appreciate him differently. The way he hugs you warms your heart still, but it makes your heart race and your hands sweat. It makes you want to lift your face from where it rests in his neck and kiss him softly, your fingers working into that little bald patch on his jaw.

Even now, as he’s clearly drunk, you adore him. How can you not?

Frankie 🚁: attachment: one image

You open the photo and laugh. It’s a blurry selfie of Frankie, an arm draped over Santiago’s shoulders. The two men make faces like they’re going to bite the other, and it makes you chuckle aloud. You can see his fluffy curls peeking out from beneath the cap, and you desperately want to play with them. The image is blurry, showing that it must’ve been moving while he took it.

Frankie 🚁: missing u tonight, Santiago says he doesn’t like me when you’re not around

Frankie 🚁: holy fuck their new beer is really good, you gotta try it soon

Frankie 🚁: lol I fuckin love the nachos here

Frankie 🚁: snati is so annoying, pls get him away from me

Frankie 🚁: u r probably sleep sorry :((((

Frankie 🚁: can we got o a zoo soon?? I wanna see animals 🦫🐈🐕‍🦺🦡

You laugh out loud at the words, at Frankie’s terrible typing. He must be shitfaced. He’s hilarious when he’s drunk.

The last text was only four minutes ago.

Me: Alright, Fishie. Stop drinking and eat something. No more beer.

Frankie 🚁: ha I’m drinking that Coffey shit… Kalua?? isk but it’s so gooood

Your phone rings, filling the screen with your profile picture of Frankie. It’s a photo of him smiling, his dimple evident. Your cheek is pressed to his, grinning just as wide. God, he’s so fucking cute. You love him so much.

You take a second and stare at the photo before pressing the answer button and putting it on speaker. “Hey, Fish.”

“Hey,” he laughs, dragging the word out long and slow. “S’a shame you weren’t here, Will’s been buying all night.” His words are slurred and woozy. You can hear the roar of the bar behind him.

“Ah, so that’s why you’re shitfaced,” you laugh into the phone.

“Precisely,” he slurs, a smile clear in his voice. “I can’t drive.”

“I’m glad you realize that. What do you want me to do about that? I can have an Uber coming your way in ten minutes.”

“Will you pick me up?” He asks, his voice like a child’s. “Fuckin’ Ubers cost money, ‘n I just wanna see your pretty face.”

“Frankie,” you warn but feel your body warm at the notion.

“You got a cute little nose,” he laughs. “Just wanna boop it. Can I boop it? Just go… boop, boop boop. Right on the nose.”

You sigh. “Fine. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. You’re so fucking lucky I think you’re cute.”

“Thank you,” he practically sings. “See you then. Mwah.”

You throw on a hoodie and walk to your car, not caring to cover up your patterned flannel shorts that you sleep in. Your hair is messy, you don’t have makeup on, you don’t really give a shit. It’s Frankie.

Once you reach the bar, you shoot him a text, and the four men stumble outside. “Yo!” Benny calls and rushes over to you. It’s clear his normal balance has left his body for the night, his body a little wobbly. He’s an excited drunk. He slams on your window until you lower it. “Hey, you missed out on a good time,” he grins. His words blur together too.

Frankie follows behind him, an arm thrown across him. He’s still got a little balance. “Missed you so much, cariño. Santi’s being an ass.”

You look up at Will. “These fuckers need a ride too?” He’s the responsible one of the men, even when intoxicated.

He shakes his head. “Got an Uber coming. They’re staying at my place tonight.”

Frankie puts a hand on the car to steady himself. “Knew you’d come. Pretty girl always comes through for me, even at 3 A.M., thank you,” he slurs happily, his eyes half open.

Santiago leans against your car. “Hey gorgeous. We missed you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you roll your eyes. “Get the grizzly bear in the car.”

Frankie laughs at the words. “Ooh, I like that. Big and fluffy but murderous.”

“I’m about to get murderous if you don’t get in the car right now, Francisco Morales.”

“Oh, snap!”

“Shit, man.”

Benny gives a whistle. The men all make noises in commentary and laugh, Will opening the door. Frankie flops down inside. Benny ensures that all of his limbs have made it in and shuts the door. “Don’t party too hard with him tonight,” Santiago calls and you roll your eyes.

The two of you drive off and out of the bar parking lot.

“Hey, Fish,” you say, snapping your fingers in front of his face. “Buckle up. I’m not getting in trouble for your dumb ass.”

“You always do, though,” he mumbles and tilts his head to look at you. “You’re so good to me.”

“I’m a fucking saint,” you sigh sarcastically. “Seriously, buckle up. If you can’t do it yourself, we’re going to the ER for alcohol poisoning.”

“No,” he whines and pouts at you. “Just wanna be close to you. Wanna just…” he trails off and rests his head against your shoulder. “Mm. There. Your skin is so soft.”

“That’s my hoodie, Frankie.”

He takes a deep breath in through his nose, the scent clicking in his addled brain. “No, that’s my hoodie.”

He’s right, you realize. You grabbed a random sweatshirt and pulled it on before leaving. You’re the one who’s always cold at gatherings, leaving Frankie to share one of his many layers with you. You smile a bit. “It’s comfy.”

“I like it better on you. I really like you in my clothes, you know that? Wear them way better than I can. You just look so cute and so little.”

“Frankie, I’m 5’9,” you refute and glare down at him, where he looks up at you with puppy-dog mocha-colored eyes.

“Just look so small in ‘em. I’m like 6’0, you know that.”

“I do know that, Francisco. You remind us all the time,” you laugh, removing his ball cap and tossing it into his lap. “Still shorter than Benny. Get that hat off and I think you’re shorter than Santi.”

“I’m taller than him,” Frankie whines at the reminder. “How come Benny’s the baby and he’s so tall? He’s like a fuckin’ giraffe up there, can never see his stupid face,” he pouts.

“He’s too tall for comfortable hugs,” you nod in agreement. “And Santi is too short. And Will is too fucking awkward,” you laugh. You purposely leave out the bit about how perfect hugs from Frankie are, how much you dream about them and crave them.

His dark brows furrow as he looks up at you with glazed eyes. “Wha’bout me?”

The car stops for a moment as a light in front of you turns red. You smile down at him and push his messy curls from his forehead. “I like hugging you. You’re comfy.”

“Ha, grizzly bear hugs,” he slurs. “Y’should call me that more often. I like it when you call me things the boys don’t. Makes me feel tingly,” he laughs, lovestruck as he looks up at you.

“Tingly?”

“Yeah, like when they put the meds in before they steal your teeth.”

“Steal your teeth?” You laugh loudly, toying with one of the curls. “Do you mean get a tooth removed?”

“Same thing. I don’t like it when they do it then. I like it when you call me stuff though. Fishie makes me laugh and feel happy.”

“Oh yeah?” God, he’s so fucking precious. He looks at you like a puppy stares at their owner, pure and unadulterated love radiating from them. “I’ll need to call you Fishie more often then.”

It’s quiet for a while. Frankie’s head still rests against your shoulder. He can feel all of the tiny muscles move as you steer and navigate the car. He likes the way they move, making his drunken head even more floaty. After a few moments, he shifts to lean against the car door, just watching you.

The music drifting from the radio is soft and quiet. You almost think Frankie’s fallen asleep, since he’s so quiet, but you look over and see him gazing over at you. “Penny for your thoughts, Fish.”

You’re expecting something stupid. Frankie is quite the philosopher when he’s drunk, always asking odd rhetorical questions. ‘Is a muffin an unfrosted cupcake?’ has always been a favorite of his. He’s never quite made up his mind about it, waxing poetic about the difference in the two baked goods.

He always says something stupid, but this time, his sober thoughts become his drunken words. “You’re the most absolute prettiest woman I’ve ever seen,” he smiles at you, those pink lips curled into a soft smile. It shows off his dimple, and you want to scream from how cute he looks. One of his big hands reaches over and cups your face.

“You’re drunk,” you shake your head, looking back at the road. “Don’t be stupid.”

“No, I mean yeah. Kinda drunk and really stupid, ha, but I mean it. You’re so fuckin’ pretty, cariño.” The backs of his fingers trace across the side of your face, resting on the side of your neck now.

You look down at yourself, still skeptical. “No, I know what you’re gonna say,” he pouts, beating you to the punch. “You’re in your pajamas and your hair is all messy ‘n whatever, but you’re so pretty. Your face is so cute. I love your nose. Just wanna…” he leans over and makes good on his promise for earlier. “Boop,” he coos as he pokes the tip of your nose, smiling wide. “You’re so cute. The guys make fun’a me because I never shut up about it.”

“Oh really?” you ask, raising an eyebrow and laughing.

“Yeah. Santi says I’m in love with you,” he murmurs, sitting back against the car window.

You gulp as you force yourself to grip the steering wheel harder, staring at the white dashes separating the two-lane road. “Yeah? What do you have to say on the matter?”

“I’m kinda thinkin’ he might be right.” His voice is small and quiet.

You shake your head again, eyes watering from the honesty. There’s no way he can think that. He’s shitfaced. He doesn’t mean it, there’s no way. He’s never been more than a friend, done anything to indicate romance.

Or… maybe he has, you reflect. He pays for your drinks most nights. He’ll order something you want and share it with you. He’s always a little touchier than he is with the boys. “You don’t mean that,” you say quietly, swallowing hard.

Whatever common sense he has left tells him to be quiet, so he does. He sits there silently for the rest of the drive, the tension palpable between the two of you. When you finally reach his house and park, you hold your breath. You don’t know what to do, what to say, but you can’t just let him go inside without saying anything. He sits up a little straighter as he realizes he’s come to a stop.

You bite your lip and look over at him. “I should help you inside.”

He nods and you turn off the car, putting the key in the pocket of your hoodie. You get out and walk to Frankie’s side, opening his door. He reaches his arms out to you and you chuckle a little. He looks like a helpless little child.

“Alright, grizzly bear,” you grunt as he swings his feet out and you help lift him to his feet. His arms cling to you tight until he’s standing up.

“Thanks,” he murmurs and wraps an arm around your shoulder when he’s upright.

“Don’t thank me yet,” you chuckle.

Using you as a crutch, he walks alongside you and into his house. He fumbles with the key until you open it for him, then lock it behind you. He leads the way to his room, opening the door and sighing as he sees his bed.

“Not yet,” you say as he tries to get to the bed. “Come on.” You pull his flannel off, leaving him in the t-shirt underneath. “Okay, go on.” He flops down onto his bed with a happy noise. Once he’s down, you unlace his boots and pull them off, then his socks.

Standing at his side, you undo his belt. “Woah,” he laughs. “‘M way too drunk for that, pretty girl. Kinda wanna though.”

“Shut the fuck up, Fish,” you laugh and thread it through the loops, tossing it aside. “I’m getting your clothes off so you can sleep.”

“Oh,” he sighs, giggling drunkenly as you pull his pants off. “Kinda feels like we’re gonna fuck.”

“Maybe another time,” you tease and pull the covers over him. Pushing his curls from his face, you softly kiss his cheek. “Call me when you’re sober, okay?”

He frowns and grabs the hand on his face with both of his rough palms. “Don’t leave me,” he pouts.

“Frankie,” you sigh and look at your watch. “It’s 3:35 in the goddamn morning.”

“Then stay the night,” he begs. “You said you like hugging me. I want you to hug me all night long,” he sighs, kissing your fingertips. You smile softly. It’s a good offer, you have to admit. He makes it even harder to say no. “I won’t be able to sleep if you’re not here when I wake up.”

“Lots of things can happen while you’re asleep, Fishie. I can-”

“Mm, Fishie,” he says with a smile, his eyes fluttering closed. “Come snuggle with me, pretty girl.”

You sigh as you look at the man. It’s not like you haven’t spent time pressed into his side, watching a sports game or a movie. You and Frankie are affectionate friends. He looks so warm and inviting, his body radiating heat. “Fine,” you give in. “Only because I’m cold.”

“Not ‘cause you like me too?” he asks and rolls over, leaving room for you.

“We can discuss that when you’re sober.” The spot he laid is warm and cozy, his body heat making it perfect for you. You slide under the covers next to him and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

Frankie presses a sloppy kiss to your head, smiling. You can hear his slow and steady heartbeat. “G’night cariño,” he mumbles, lips still buried in your hair.

“Goodnight, Frankie,” you whisper.

He falls asleep almost instantly, and you’re close behind him. You’ve never been more at peace than when you fall asleep in Frankie Morales’s arms.

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[cracked-pean]

Late Night

Characters: Sam Wilson, Bucky Barnes, Female!Reader

Word Count: 1086

Warnings: None. Just fluff.

A/N: Hey guys. Happy 2022! This is my first story in awhile. I hope you enjoy it. I was just feeling this and decided to write about my two favorite boys. You may read it as platonic or romantic. Happy reading!

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It had been a long day. Sam, Bucky and I had decided to take a road trip and were on our way back home. The drive was long, but it been nice. The roads had been open and spacious with lots of wilderness to see. Hills of flowers that went on for miles. White fluffy clouds filled the sky. It was so beautiful and relaxing.

We had been gone for a week or so. The weather had been off and on some days. It just so happened that on our way back home, the sky had been filled with dark, gray clouds. There was a thunder clap and the rain had poured down. Nothing too heavy. Just light enough to keep driving till we arrived home. It had been Bucky's turn to drive so Sam was in the passenger seat dozed off, while I was in the back seat leaning against the door with my legs stretched out on the seat.

The rain had always been my favorite. It was so calming and it gave road trips and car rides a different feel. I could get lost just admiring the weather. It had gotten a little chilly in the truck but rather than telling the guys to put the heater on for a while, I had grabbed one of the guy's jacket that was lying back here with me and wrapped it around me.

There was then a flash and a laugh followed by it.

I turned my head towards the front and saw Sam, awake, smiling down at his phone. He turned towards Bucky and saw me facing him.

"If you were cold, we could have turned on the heater."

I shrugged, "Nah, I like being covered up."

“Well, glad my jacket could help." He smiled as I snuggled closer against it.

I glanced back towards the window and saw the rain lighten up. The sound the rain made as it hit the glass was so soothing. My eyes began to droop. The last thing I heard was Bucky.

"Send me that picture."

~.~.~.~.~.

There were voices talking and then a small shift in the truck. I opened my eyes slightly and saw I was still in the same position with Bucky and Sam still up front. Then my eyes closed again.

"Yeah, I'll hold her and you get the door."

I could feel movement going around me but I was still in a sleep state to notice. Suddenly the door I was leaning against gave out and it felt like I was falling.

I felt arms go under mine from behind and suddenly I was looking up at the night sky.

"Wh-wha. Let go of me!" I struggled to get out of their grasp, but I couldn't. I still felt too weak from the sleep to consciousness transition.

"Hey, hey. It's me doll. It's Bucky. You're ok."

I was then sat up and leaned against someone's chest. Their hands softly turned my face upwards to the back.

It was Bucky.

He rubbed his thumbs on my cheeks and gave me a small smile.

"You're alright."

"That must've been some nap you took there." Sam commented.

"Yeah no kidding. Fuck." I let out a breath and let my cheek rest against Bucky's chest.

He laughed and combed his fingers through my hair to relax me.

Sam rubbed my leg, "Sorry for scaring you. We wanted to carry you in so you could keep on sleeping. But there was a little miscommunication there."

"Thanks for the thought. I think I can walk back in now."

Once we had gotten out of the truck we grabbed all our bags and headed for the door. Traveling with the boys was fun and all, but I missed our home and bed.

"Home, Sweet Home guys. I don't know about y’all, but I am beat. I'm also hungry." Sam exclaimed. He dropped his bags by the couch and headed for the kitchen.

"Woah!” Bucky stumbled through the door. “Dammit Sam," he kicked aside the bags left on his foot path.

I held back a laugh and picked up Sam's bags and walked them to his room.

On my way back to the two, I could hear them bickering. Again.

"Just for that you ain't getting any." Sam had his spatula pointed as Bucky who was laughing holding an apple in his hand.

"What isn't he getting any of this time?" I asked, sitting beside Bucky.

"Sam's making pancakes and I can't have any because I said he made them too burnt."

"Crunchy. They're crunchy on the edges." Sam argued.

"Aw, c'mon Buck. They aren't that bad."

Sam beamed a smile towards me, "Thank you sweetheart. Here's Your plate."

Bucky let out a scoff, "I never said I didn't like them. Just made an observation, that's all."

Sam sat down across from us and started preparing his pancakes, "Well your 'observation' was unnecessary."

"Here ya go. I'll share with you.”

Bucky wrapped an arm around my shoulders and grabbed a piece from my plate.

"Thanks doll. I appreciate it."

"I wasn't serious you doof, I made more. I just wasn't gonna plate them for you."

After making small talk and the pancakes were finished, we decided to call it a night. It was midnight after all and all that driving does tire one out.

I don't know if I was just that tired but the next thing that came out of my mouth Must have been the sleep talking.

"Guys," they both paused and turned to look at me. Though I couldn't look at them while asking this.

"Could we all possibly sleep in the same room tonight."

A pair of shoes appeared before me. A hand lifted up my chin to look at them.

Then Sam's lips were pressed on my forehead. "Why, you miss us already sweetheart?"

"You'd think she'd be tired of us by this point," Bucky added as he walked over to us and leaned against the wall.

I scoffed with a light roll of my eyes, "I don't think that's possible. I do live with you dorks."

Sam and Bucky both let out a soft laugh and shared a look.

Next thing I know I'm being picked up and thrown over Sam's shoulder.

"Well, now who are we to ignore our favorite girl's request?" Sam spoke as he walked over to his bedroom. He did have the biggest bed.

"Just as long as I get to sleep on the right side."

"Whatever you want, metal-man."

Oh, this is gonna be a long night.

[flamencodiva]

Seeing Red

Description: Reader is at that time of the month.

Pairing: Dean x F!Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Characters: Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Violence, Language

Beta: None

Divider by: @firefly-graphics

God everything hurt. Y/N groaned as she got out of bed. She winced and placed her hand on her abdomen as a sharp pain hit her. Walking to the bathroom she cursed. There in the toilet nothing but a bright red liquid.

“Fucking great,” she cursed.

She shook her head frustrated that it was hurting this much. Most of the time, it was a piece of cake, hardly any pain and little flow. But for some reason, this time around mother nature decided to give her a big fuck you. Grabbing her essentials she tried to suck it up. It would be fine, she could handle one tough, heavy period, right?

Wrong, she was so wrong. She tried to act as normal as possible, but everything irritated her and she was moodier than usual.

“Sweetheart,” Dean raised an eyebrow at her. “You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” she growled. “Do we have any chocolate?” she placed her head on the table. “Or a hunt? I need to kill some monsters.”

Dean gave a shrug, he figured she had gone out and someone had soured her mood. Sam was still thinking of the last hunt where she had missed her shot and almost let the monster get away. Both boys thought Y/N was putting too much pressure on herself. Closing her eyes she smiled when Sam had found a hit on the hunt. The trip she tried to act normal, but she was irritated by Dean’s singing and Sam pointing out that Dean should let him drive.

“Can both of you just SHUT UP! YOU ARE BOTH GIVING ME A MIGRAINE AND THE LAST THING I NEED IS TO BE ANNOYED BECAUSE YOU TO ARGUE ABOUT THE SAME STUPID SHIT DAY IN AND DAY OUT!” she took in a heaving breath after her outburst.

“Uh, You okay back there Y/N?” Dean glanced at her through the rearview mirror. He tried to read her body language, he knew there was something off.

“I just want to quietly listen to Sabbath while we head to our hunt,” she moaned, “Is that too much to ask for?”

“I guess not,” Dean glanced over at Sam who shrugged his shoulders.

For the rest of the ride, Y/N had her hand over her eyes trying to focus on Ozzy’s voice. When the man was not singing he sounded like he had marbles in his mouth, but damn could he sing. Y/N sighed in relief when they stopped at the motel, but frowned when she noticed they got one room.

“One room?” she looked at the boys.

“Yeah, sorry Y/N,” Sam rubbed the back of his neck. “It’s one of those times, and we haven’t really hustled for money in a while.”

Y/N let out a breath and rolled her eyes, “fine.”

Sam looked at Dean who looked deep in thought as he looked at Y/N. Dean rolled his eyes as he watched Y/N work on cleaning her weapons for the hunt. After an hour and a half of research, the group was ready to gank their latest monster. Dean was going over the plan and paused when Y/N gave a scoff.

“Yeah, you guys go in guns blazing and I get stuck on car babysitting duty,” she shook her head, “fun.”

“You don’t like it, you can stay behind and leave,” Dean shrugged.

“I’m going,” she growled. “You are nothing but an ass Dean, I’ve saved your ass one too many times.” she shook her head. “Maybe I should let you bleed out next time.”

Grabbing her gear she made her way out the door to wait by the Impala. Her cramps were really getting on her nerves and nothing she took was helping to ease the pain. Not to mention the bouts of nausea the damn cramps were giving her. Fucking Winchester trying to sideline her again. He’s was mistaken if he thought she was just going to sit back

Once they made it to their destination, Dean and Sam began arguing over the logistics of how they were going to gank the monster. With a roll of her eyes, Y/N grabbed her weapons and moved away from the two men, they were so narcissistic and wrapped up in themselves they never noticed her going in. A few vamps was nothing to Y/N, a milk run for her. Once she got through the door, the machete went swinging. Heads rolled and Y/N was unstoppable. The anger and rage from her own hormones, fueling the way she moved. It was almost therapeutic.

Almost.

No matter how many heads she chopped, the cramps continued to stab at her. As she finished the last vamp, the bout of nausea returned, making her rush to the nearest corner and emptying the contents in her stomach.

“What the fuck, Y/N?!” Dean cried as he looked around. Not a single vamp was spared.

“You two were arguing and we had a job to do so I did it,” she grumbled, cleaning her mouth with the back of her hand. “I need to go back to the motel and fucking lay down,” she mumbled to herself pushing past them.

“You know, you’ve had a real shitty attitude the whole damn day,” Dean pointed out. “If I knew today was the day you would be a bitch I would have left you in the damn bunker.”

“Bite me, Winchester,” she spat, flipping him off as she put away her weapon and climbed into the back seat to lay down.

The cramps were now mocking her, the pain making her curl up and moan. She bit her lip to hide it but failed to notice the younger Winchester observing her. She didn’t see the way his brows furrowed before realization hit his face.

“Uh, dean,” Sam hesitated as he walked up to his brother. “I think Y/N is going through--”

“What? Through what Sam? She’s been nothing but a bitch.” Dean cried trying to brush Sam off, “She woke up on the wrong side of the bed and has been nothing but--”

“She has her period, Dean,” Sam rubbed his eyes and sighed, “it’s been a while since we’ve both lived with women but I can’t believe we’ve been that dense,” Sam sighed. “Should have noticed it when she got annoyed at every little thing.”

“Oh,” Dean shifted his gaze away from Sam and looked down at the ground, “well… I mean… Okay, so we should--”

“Yeah,” Sam agreed.

“Okay we get to the motel, I’ll make a list of her favorites and you can go ahead and get them,” Dean ordered.

“Me? Why me?” Sam scoffed.

“Because I’m the one that was an ass to her,” Dean pointed out, “and I want to make it right.”

‘And I need to try and make it up to her.’ he thought before walking towards the impala to drive them back to their motel.

The drive was quick and smooth but as soon as they got in, Y/N grabbed her bag and made her way to the bathroom slamming the door behind her. Dean took it as an opportunity to send Sam for supplies and he made himself useful by looking for everything he could to make Y/N comfortable. Even going so far as to reach for his secret stash of candy to give her. He couldn’t deny that Y/N taking out a whole vamps nest wa hot as fuck, but the fear that something could have gone wrong plagued his mind.

Emerging from the bathroom, refreshed from her shower, Y/N froze at what Dean had done. He pulled down the covers of his bed and waited with hands behind his back, a smile on his face.

“What are you up to?” she asked, suspicious of Dean’s intentions.

“I figured out what’s going on,” Dean sighed, “you know you don’t have to hide when you’re going through your--”

“Oh God,” she groaned. “Look it’s just heavier and bitchier than usual okay. I know I was cranky and I should have been careful--” she was silenced by Dean’s lips on hers.

“Sorry, Sam’s gone and I have no idea when he’ll be back and I wanted to just make sure you knew that I’ve liked you for a long while.” he led her to the bed helping her climb in before settling in next to her. “So we’re going to watch any movie you want and I also have candy.”

“Better be chocolate or I’m cutting your nuts off,” she grumbled.

Dean furrowed his eyebrows before giving her his signature bitch face, “Really? You really had to say that?”

Y/N let out a giggle before snuggling close to him, “sorry had to remind you not to mess with me.”

“Me, mess with you? Never,” he chuckled, “I save it all for Sammy.” He sighed as she placed her head on his chest, “you know you can always tell us when you’re having your usual monthly visitor.” Dean said as he kissed the top of her head.

“It’s just-- embarrassing. I can handle killing monsters, drinking and cursing like a sailor, but I bleed for a few days and I’m all ---I don’t know just weird about it,” she admitted.

“Well, now you know,” Dean said as they watched her favorite movie and shared a chocolate bar between them before Sam came in with comfort food, and everything Y/N needed.

By the end of the night, Dean had curled up with her, a heating pad on her abdomen and his hand holding it in place. Once he was sure she was asleep, he removed the pad and shut it off, but put his hand back on her abdomen gently rubbing circles on it. There wasn’t anything Dean wouldn’t do for Y/N, and if making her feel better during her worst days as a woman, then he’d rush through an entire mob of monsters to make sure she was okay.

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[shamelessships]

Yeesh. I was looking for wholesome Luca x Alberto content to post, but I stumbled across a Reddit post that essentially shit on people who ship Luca and Alberto. Essentially, it was saying we “get help,” and this made me feel irritated and misunderstood. Their arguments were that close friendship does not equal gay (I agree), the boys are just kids (they are 13 and 14 in the movie, so yeah), and the director confirmed that they are just friends (that’s cool).

Firstly, I actually don’t think that Luca and Alberto are explicitly “gay.” I prefer to think that they have a special place in their hearts for each other. You can fall in love with whoever you want to without identifying with a label. I’ve read lots of works where a guy prefers women, but he makes an exception for a special man in his life.

I respect canon and abide by it more than my creative mind would like me to. All I know about this adorable duo is:

A) They touch each other a LOT for comfort. I’ll have to count it, but it’s more than most platonic male friend pairings I’ve seen on screen.

B) Both of them share same dream of running away and traveling the world on a SINGLE Vespa. Like, they could get two Vespas; one for each of them! But nope, they want to be together for the ride on the same seat.

C) Alberto gets jealous and you can see him frown during the split second when Giulia touches Luca’s hand. A character’s jealousy over seeing physical contact between two people is usually an indicator of romantic interest.

D) There’s something subtle with their relationship that I can’t quite verbalize. They have a shared background, both being shapeshifting seafolk. They have opposite but parallel experiences with how they were parented. They make a great team and support each other. They helped each other grow. These are all platonic qualities that make up a solid foundation for a thriving relationship in fiction. You can’t help but cheer for it.

E) I have a theory that if you shifted their genders around… i.e. Luca was a girl and Giulia was a boy, more people would pick up on the budding romance between Alberto and Luca.

Secondly, I don’t think there is anything wrong about shipping children or teens with each other. I think it depends on the type of “ship” you’re building. Not all romance needs to be sexual. In fact, fluff is my life and feels much more rewarding to produce and consume.

I also don’t think it’s right to bar children from seeing any romance in their movies, shows, books, comics, etc. because it’s a part of growing up. Kids get crushes! It’s better to have healthy examples of love of all kinds across all mediums made for kids and teens. It shouldn’t be the focus, but a solid romantic B Plot was what I lived for back in the day.

I do think it’s iffy to depict young people in sexual situations. The reality is, lots of youth between the ages of 13-15 start experimenting with romance and sex— I sure did at that age. That being said, writing about two underaged people as an adult author has to be nuanced and fit into a larger story or moral lesson, otherwise it can fall into “creepy and inappropriate” territory.

(Side note: I got traumatized as a kid when I read a story about children 5-8 years old getting abused and violated in graphic detail. I forgot the title of the book and the name of the author, but I do not recommend. At all. I assume it was a way for the author to process their own childhood trauma, but like… why was this book published!? I’m saying this because I don’t tolerate children being put in those types of situations, fictional or not.)

The Harry Potter series featured a lot of platonic relationships! And what happened? The kids got together when they grew up! Did people bat an eye when people were shipping Hermione and Draco? Or Ron and Harry? Yes, probably. But I don’t think it was about them being “too young” to be shipped. Their romantic relationships started out as friendships.

I’m certain that lots of people who ship the two are in fact, ALSO KIDS of the same age group as the characters. It’s not fair to reprimand them for shipping as they please. When I was 15, I shipped characters like crazy.

Lastly, Enrico Casarosa’s announcement that the characters aren’t gay is cool with me! Refer to the first point above as to why.

Fine, they’re not gay. But they clearly love each other. Love doesn’t have to be sexual or romantic. You can love your friends.

There is a concept called “Death of the Author,” and it’s defined as:

literary criticism which holds that an author's intentions and biographical facts (the author's politics, religion, etc) should hold no weight when coming to an interpretation of his or her writing; that is, that a writer's interpretation of his own work is no more valid than the interpretations of any of the readers. The logic is fairly simple: Books are meant to be read, not written, and so the ways readers interpret them are more important and "real" than the ways writers write them.

(Source: https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/DeathOfTheAuthor)

Basically, once your work is out for the world to consume, it’s fair game for everyone who consumes it to analyze it. This is why stories are really cool. People can extract completely different meanings and interpretations after watching or reading the same exact piece of work.

Whatever the canonical status of their romantic doesn’t matter too much to me. I just want them to be together, sharing a lifetime of friendship and love. (Heck, it’s what I want for myself and my partner.)

Would it be nice for them to deepen their bond later on in life when they’re adults? Heck yeah!

Besides, I always hear people highly recommend marrying your best friend.

So yeah, maybe I will get help…

Get help on coming up with fresh new Luca/Alberto content! 😜

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owning a bakery and being discovered by the ada and the port mafia (part 4)

platonic! mori ougai x f!reader

type of writing: head canons !!

this is part of my head canon series, flour & fluff !!

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series synopsis: owning a bakery at 20 is tough; even more so when you have to handle members of two opposing organizations! this is your journey to meeting those fools and creating an unlikely bond with each of them. but only at the cost of your peace and sanity.

fandom: bungou stray dogs

content: fluff & platonic stuff

previous: the doctor is in the house (quite literally)

author’s note: it’s port mafia time! ages are still one year younger than canon

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another doctor? oh wait, another doctor and his daughter

as you expected, ranpo and fukuzawa have not let you go easy after what had happened a couple days prior (3 days ago to be exact)

one of them, or more often than not, the two of them would go visit the bakery at least twice a day

once in the morning right before opening, and the second time right before closing

if they could, they would visit around lunch time, but that was usually yosano

tbh you were thankful that yosano hasn’t been as overbearing as the other two but you knew she probably wanted to give you a break because holy shit are they extremely over protective

currently, it was the fourth day of being watched by the two eldest ada members, but there were no said ada members with you at the moment

and boy were you overjoyed

turns out, the ada has an important escort job for a government official or smth, and on top of that, fukuzawa has a bunch of meetings to attend

even ranpo has his hands full with a couple of difficult murder cases across the country

you’re lowkey, no highkey, worried bc you learned literally 3 days ago that ranpo doesn’t know how to ride the train 😀😀

you were worried abt them, there’s no question, but on the inside you were a bit relieved to which ranpo called you out on it immediately 

that led to the two of you going at each other’s throats for nearly half an hour

let’s just say fukuzawa scolded the two fo you for a while

going back to the present, it was around one pm and you had just finished sending a text message to both fukuzawa and ranpo (cause they insisted) when a little blonde girl with blue eyes wearing a red dress matching with a red bow in her hair and red shoes walked in

she immediately went to the glass case to look at the desserts displayed

as she looked around, you watched her at the corner of your eyes and a with a smile as you wiped down one of the tables

after wiping down the table, you quickly went to go wash your hands and you walked over and stood next to her

you bent slightly and smiled bigger as she stared at one of the treats in the glass

“is that the one you want?”

she nodded without looking away from the glass

you giggled before going to the back and placing the one she wanted on the plate and held it out to her

the blonde was honestly so confused bc one, no adult supervision, and two, there was no tell tale way to know that she had money

to you, she was an open book so when she looked at you, her face immediately read “but i have no money, or a parent...??”

you simply patted her head and pushed along to one of the nearby tables and pulled a chair for her

you did not regret anything when you saw the look on her face when you told her that it was on the house

“name’s elise!” “i’m (y/n)!”

:D

you sat with her for a while continuing to give her sweets she reminded you of ranpo in all honestly and talking abt random things

she mostly complained abt a “rintarou” though

speaking of which, when a man in a doctor’s coat came through the door near screaming “elise-chan! elise-chan!” you figured that was probably the rintarou she was complaining abt

you smiled as you watched the two interact

“elise-chan why would just disappear like that?!”

“i wanted to see rintarou cry”

“so mean!”

...their behavior was questionable but endearing ig

“rintarou” suddenly turned to you, thanking you for “taking care of his daughter bc she’s always getting into trouble”

*cue angry noises and face from elise*

he introduced himself as a “local neighborhood doctor”

you smelled bullshit but didn’t say anything bc he has been kind to you so far

he asked you how he could repay you and you were thinking that you can actually win something bc you’re not refusing an ada member oh you poor oblivious child but you were appalled when elise answered for you

it went like this

“is there anything i can repay you with for taking care of my dear elise-chan? perhaps paying for all the sweets she has eaten?”

“oh no! don’t worry abt that, it’s nothing! it was a pleasure getting to know—”

“let’s buy out all of her food!”

h u h

you knew she enjoyed your pastries and stuff but like w h a t

you inwardly sigh in relief when the doctor agreed with you that “that’s a bit much elise-chan” and you were thanking every deity out there when suddenly

she threw a temper tantrum

you watched in confusion and slight horror at the 180 of the sweet little girl you were talking to like 10 minutes ago

her guardian panicked slightly and tried to get her to calm down but ahaha no that didn’t happen

“WAHH rintarou!! but i want it!! (y/n)’s food is the best i’ve ever had!!”

“b-but elise-chan, we can’t just buy—”

“i’ll wear all the dresses i’ve ever rejected and more if we buy it out right now and keep buying sweets here forever”

“...deal”

your eyes twitch at the “innocent” smiles the two gave you after their “talk”

fast forward literally 5 minutes and you’ve already flipped the close sign on your door with note (saying you’re sold out) and you’re all over the place running around behind the counter trying to fit everything into boxes as the two are sitting on a nearby table lightly chatting

about 20-25, nearly 30 minutes later you finishing packing everything in the glass case

it was a lot

we’re literally talking about tiered cakes and dozens of batches of cookies, cupcakes, literally everything and anything

when the two notice you’re done they get up meet you by the register

“a-ano, you really don’t have to buy all of this...the total is going to be quite large...”

“no worries!”

honestly at this point, you kind of missed the chaotic calls from ranpo that happened like every half hour

you thought you were done being surprised for the day but next thing you know men in suits come into Sakura’s and begin to load the boxes into a black car

dealing with the detectives was already starting to be a handful and now you have to deal whoever the hell these two people where

quite frankly, you were having trouble wrapping your head around all of this

like-

who buys out a whole bakery?!

and who has the money to buy out a whole bakery?!

what kind of job could you possibly have?!

was this guy really just a doctor?!

right before the two leave you call out to them

“a-ah wait! i don’t think i ever caught your name!”

the two blink at you before eyeing each other

“mori ougai” 😄😄

you started smelling bad shits again 

>:/

it was a weird feeling

you felt something off but at the same time, you weren’t really afraid 

and with that the two left

you were already tired from this whole thing but you now get the rest of the day off

so i guess something worked out in your favor

until the next fricking day

again, ranpo and fukuzawa canceled out on you

you weren’t sure if you were relieved or not

and as soon as you thought you were going to have a normal business day, guess who walked through the doors

yeah that’s right

“the local neighborhood doctor” and his daughter

you froze before eyeing them with suspicion

if mori was amused, he didn’t show it, only giving you a smile

elise immediately left his side and practically leaped onto you making you cut yourself with the knife you were holding

well shit now you’re bleeding

it was only 7:15 in the morning; you had literally just opened

you were cursing every deity out there

you quickly grab a nearby and press it against your wound and scrambled around looking for the first aid kit you had nearby

“oh? (y/n)-kun are you bleeding?”

“(y/n) i’m sorry!”

“a-ah, no worries elise-chan”

you really need to stop spacing out bc next thing you know, the sign on your door is flipped to close again (along with the same note from yesterday explaining you’re sold out taped on the door) and you’re sitting at a table with elise in your lap and mori wrapping your hand in a bandage

“tsk tsk (y/n)-kun you need to be more careful...but it is elise-chan’s fault”

“die rintarou!”

“but no worries! it’s not that deep so you don’t need stitches”

“thank you, mori-san, but can i ask why you and elise-chan are here again? not that i mind...”

whether or not you were lying is up to you

“oh we’re here to buy out your stock again!”

“wait what-”

the fuck???

did they not just buy everything yesterday???

frozen, you stare at the man in front if you with said man giving you another “innocent” smile

this little shit

wait till you meet dazai

but i guess that’s why the sign on the door is flipped to close bc you don’t even remember flipping it yourself or taping the note from yesterday to the door

you spent the next half hour trying to convince the two over some tea (your signature one of course) that “no you don’t need to or should buy everything i have, you’re going to deprive the rest of my customers”

cough cough ranpo

like the day before, you were losing this argument

can you just never win?

as you were losing the argument (obviously) you realized that you don’t even know why they want to buy everything again

“mori-san, why do the two of you even want to buy everything in the first place?”

“ah it was elise-chan’s request of course! but i do admit, after trying some of your sweets myself, i grew quite attached! so did the rest of my subordinates after my precious elise-chan made them try it, not like they could refuse her or me; i am their boss after all (y/n)-kun.”

*cue confusion*

“subordinates? wait are those the guys from yesterday?? aren’t you a doctor...?”

“ah ex-doctor actually, i’m the leader of the port mafia”

...

“ah (y/n)-kun that’s quite the coughing fit you have going on, do you need water?”

if it wasn’t obvious, you choked on your tea and had quite the coughing fit; you were wheezing and everything making elise leave you lap and settling for dangling over mori’s shoulders

“...you’re kidding”

“im afraid im not”

this man confuses the hell out of you??

like-

w h y would he just say that, to you of all people

but it explains the bad shits you were smelling/feeling yesterday

“are you afraid?”

“being completely honest with you, mori-san, not really”

“and why is that?”

you simply shrug not really knowing the answer

you aren’t lying, you just aren’t

maybe bc yesterday, he seemed more like a doting parent than the boss of the most criminal organization of yokohama

yes, you’ve heard the rumors, obviously, but just saying, if the port mafia wanted to hurt you, you’d probably be dead in a ditch by now

and they haven’t really been a bother to you, they were more like background characters in your life

well

until yesterday of course

mori simply raises an eyebrow and a smile seemingly okay with your very vague answer

“why did you tell me that mori-san?”

the man only smiles a bit wider at you and this time, you’re the one raising an eyebrow

“just a feeling” 

yeah you were starting to smell bad shits again

“and besides! elise-chan seems quite fond of you (y/n)-kun! i wasn’t planning on doing anything to you in the first place, but even if i wanted to, i don’t think i could! i wouldn’t want to upset my dearest cute elise-chan”

“die rintarou!”

“that’s mean elise-chan!”

your eyes began to twitch in slight annoyance

cause istg the duality of this man—

this strange strange man

oh dearest you haven’t even met dazai yet

after that has been said and done, somehow you found yourself in front of stores being dragged by elise

how did you end up there you ask? i don’t know either so there’s nothing we can do abt that

eventually, you found yourself holding a bunch of shopping bags full of dresses and clothes of the sort

some of it your size and the others elise’s

...

“mori-san?”

“yes (y/n)-kun?”

“why do i have bags of clothing that are fit for me rather than elise?”

“oh that’s because elise refused to go without you and if you didn’t get anything!”

yeah

that makes perfect sense, of course

you could see why elise kept on complaining abt this guy

the two of you actually bonded over making fun of him

you have n o fear

actually, maybe just a little

the three of you were out for basically the entire day and you were exhausted

cause holy shit there was a lot of money wasted, shopping bags obtained, and walking involved

it was around 5 pm when the three of you were making it back to Sakura’s

along the way you found yourself having a pleasant conversation with mori

even if he was a questionable person to be having a pleasant conversation with, you enjoyed it nonetheless

you hoped that it makes it harder to get rid of you if he ever changed his mind but we don’t talk abt that

anywho

when the three of you arrived, you immediately dumped all the bags you were holding and went straight to work packaging everything for “the local neighborhood doctor”

before they left, mori agreed to not buy out all of your stock except for some occasions but instead settled ordering massive batches of a little bit of everything every few days

how that’s not the same as buying everything you won’t ever know

you were standing outside Sakura’s watching the two get into the car that had arrived when suddenly, mori turned to you

“ah (y/n)-kun, i know that you wouldn’t tell anyone about this, it wouldn’t be like you to, but just a reminder, it would probably be in your best interest not to let anything slip to anyone okay? we wouldn’t want any enemies using you against the port mafia. so take care of yourself hm? see you next time”

and bippity boppity boo just like that, they were gone

how that man managed to get your personality down in just like 10 hours you don’t want to know

and that’s basically the story of how you started making more food/bake goods to sell

true to his word, every few days, or sometimes consecutive days, mori called you and made a large order

and i mean large

on those days, someone from the port mafia would pick it up and then you get paid

thankfully, by increasing the amount of food you made, you always had enough to put out on display and to sell even after the large order

before doing that, on those days you didn’t have a large stock, someone by the name of edogawa ranpo would weep at your feet

he will deny this; after all, great detectives don’t do weeping

or so he says

and speaking of the detective, you never did tell him what had transpired the two days he and fukuzawa were absent on checking on you

but tbh, i even think ranpo could’ve deduct this one

you didn’t tell him bc you were afraid, no of course not that’s ridiculous mori, in elise’s words, was a loser

you didn’t tell him bc you knew he and fukuzawa would flip the fuck out

and that would be a major inconvenience to you

you didn’t see the point in telling them anyway

so whatever, it’s like it’ll be important

and if ranpo and fukuzawa noticed the abundant of bags near the door leading up to the staircase when they visited you at the end of the day they didn’t say anything

jk

of course one of them said smth

“ne (n/n)-chan since when did you like to buy a bunch of things; waste of money if you could just be using that money to make more food so you wouldn’t sell out right away and have food to feed me”

your eyes twitched

he could’ve worded that a little better but whatever

it is ranpo-san after all

“i just got carried away since i closed up early; you know it isn’t often i get to go shopping”

and if he smelled your bullshit he didn’t say anything

for real this time

that slightly concerns you ngl

anyways

let’s just say quite a few heads were turned when they saw their boss leading a bunch of lower level subordinates carrying many light pink boxes of different sizes to his office for the second time

oh and just another thing

*whispers* he was lying when elise made his other subordinates eat your food; they kept it all to themselves”

was that a ruse to help lead the revelation of his real occupation who knows

“(y/n)-kun is a very interesting person don’t you think so elise-chan?”

“quiet. i’m eating cake.”

“that’s so mean elise-chan!”

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