#i think i went a tad off the rails on this one

[allthegothihopgirls]

I love the asexual Bruce Wayne agenda and I totally agree with it. What I want to know though is how Bruce (asexual queen that he his) deals with his hormonal teenage boys?

Cause like Bruce never got the sex talk (I mean his parents died when he was young, and the family Buttler is Not giving his former employers son the sex talk) and that’s fine by Bruce. Cause he’s never felt these ‘urges’ that everyone talks about. Honestly, sex is overrated.

But, Batman prepares for everything. And one thing that people ALWAYS stress about parenting is having to give your kids the sex talk.

I just really want to know about the hijinks like;

Bruce: *Standing forlornly in front of a ‘Sex Ed’ PowerPoint* So, I understand that you probably have no desire for these… urges. That everyone talks about. But the parenting book (and society) decrees that to be a good parent, I need to give my children a proper education on sex.

Dick: *Very much not asexual* Yeah, no thanks dad this really helps!

Bruce: *Bewildered* How???

although the idea of bruce uncomfortably giving his version of a 'talk' is amusing, i don't think he'd give one at all. none of the boys would really give him any reason to, until he gets to tim at least (he's like, the only one i haven't fully projected my asexual agenda onto at this point).

dick's always been very responsible, so when he starts dating, maaaaybe bruce has like, a single thought contemplating whether or not to sit him down, but i think he'd get off with a "you know that you should always treat a woman right, yeah?" whether dick's actually dating women is up for debate but you get the point and a pat on the back. i believe that bruce operates predominantly under the 'if they have questions, they'll ask' mindset, so he trusts that if dick needs an answer to something, he'll come to bruce. (or just source an answer elsewhere)

i do also think that if anything, alfred would be the one to pull bruce up and ask if he'd adequately informed the boys of things 'one on one' (because he KNOWS that he hasn't). and even then, if bruce were to actually sit dick down, he wouldn't get so far as an introduction spent dancing around the topic because bruce is himself, mortified, before dick stops him and says that he doesn't have to give him this talk, because "wally already did" (much to bruce's disapproval).

as for jason, dying isn't great for a guy's love life. as i pretty much said previously, i don't think bruce would approach anything until it was absolutely relevant (when the boys are already in a relationship). so jason not getting a chance to really date before he died, means that bruce never had the opportunity to talk to him about it. i also believe he'd assume that jason already knows, with the crude jokes he makes, and the kind of people he grew up around on the streets. and obviously, by the time he comes back as red hood, he's too old to 'not know' and it's just presumed he knows his stuff.

i think tim might cause him a little bit (a lot) of trouble though. it definitely scares the shit out of bruce when he finds out about steph getting pregnant by her ex. it prompts him to fling fully into action mode to prevent tim ever being in that situation. that'd be the first time he's properly spoken to one of his kids about it, lots of emphasis on protection and what NOT to do.

however for any other talk pre-steph, i really do think he'd try to palm off the responsibility onto dick (he's very thankful that he's got kids old enough to do it for him), asking him to talk to tim. bruce would probably pull out all the cards "i'm too old" "he'd think it was less weird coming from you" "i don't know what you kids get up to, he's better off hearing it from someone who he can relate to" "i don't want to traumatise the kid" etc etc.

i do think the whole steph situation would be a bit of a reality-check for bruce though, and he'd have the realisation "that could have been any one of the kids" and he would be on his toes for a bit. especially with the amount of girls tim is rumoured to have relations with. him getting with bernard would be a big relief for everyone bruce i think.

once again when he gets with bernard, bruce is 100% palming off the responsibility of having that talk, onto one of his other kids. most likely jason. this is getting super far into my own personal headcanon territory, but literally none of them are straight to me, and i think jason would be the most 'comfortably' gay (mostly just his lack of care about the subject, being percieved as open-ness). bruce would 100% ask dick to talk to tim if it weren't for how private he tends to be with his love life in adulthood. (even getting him to just have the general 'talk' with tim was pushing it)

i don't think he'd ever talk with damian, the league definitely taught him (although objectively). i do think out of all the kids, he'd be the one to have questions though, mainly about the romantic aspect of relationships, as he struggles to wrap his head around the concept of 'love', (which really tests bruce's parenting abilities) i do think dick (having the bond he does with damian) would go out of his way to have a talk with him as he got older though.

as for cass, i don't think she would have ever been taught, with her irregular upbringing, as well as not going to regular school and all. but girls are new in the batfamily, and bruce doesn't want to touch that conversation with a ten-foot pole, so he calls diana in to do it for him.

final note, i also really do think a large contributing factor to bruce most likely never approaching the subject out of his own free will is just how private they all tend to be with their love lives. like i can see dick telling bruce that he's dating someone (as a teenager), but apart from a name and how he knows them, he's not really giving much else away. jason on the other hand just completely leaves it up for everyone else to figure out on their own (it lives entirely in my head that he's like this with his family, but is super close with his partner's family, which is a shock to everyone). if anything, tim's the only one who ever wants people to know about his relationships, for them to 'meet the parents' (bruce) etc etc. it probably all stems from bruce himself being a pretty secretive guy.

#i think i went a tad off the rails on this one #for the record this has no canon credibility #wally west as a kid's friend is a parent's worst nightmare #also i think bruce has a lot of trust in the education system and the health classes the boys have all sat through #but he most definitely makes up excuses to not talk to them #“it'll be best for them to learn through experience” etc etc #asks #honeyicedcoffee #asexual bruce wayne #bruce wayne #batman #batfamily #batboys #the robins #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #robin #nightwing #red hood #red robin #dc comics #dc batman #dcu #dc #gothihop speaks

[freedomfireflies]

i need to know their relationship process! how did they fall in love?? did they just accept the fact that they were married and went on with it? or did they have a plan to divorce?

“Why the fuck are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to suggest that maybe we don’t do this.”

“I…psh, no. I wasn’t…I wasn’t gonna…no—”

“Harry, are you fucking kidding me?”

“Well—” Harry’s hands raise in defense, eyebrows lifting. “You heard the lawyer. It’s technically a legal, binding contract and since we consummated the union—”

“Ew. Ew. Don't ever say that again—”

“We fucked like a couple of bunnies,” he corrects, offering a much too pleased smirk. “Which means we can’t annul the marriage and we’d have to get an actual divorce—”

“Still not seeing the problem—”

“—which is a lot of work, and money, and time.” 

You offer a pointed look from your side of the elevator. “Right and don’t you have…all the money? I’m sure Rebecca has contributed to at least half of your bank account with all the fucking ugly-ass merch she buys, so I know you can swing it—”

His eyes narrow as he snorts. “That’s not the point—”

“Okay, then what’s the point? Is your image too squeaky clean for a divorce?” Your tone is mocking but the longer he takes to answer, the harder the realization hits you. “Oh.”

“Listen, it’s not…it would just be a whole thing,” he sighs, pinching at his lids. “And it would just be another mess to clean up and it’s not like we don’t know each other—”

“We don’t know each other—”

“Well, we can learn.” His arms cross, expression hopeful. “Why don’t we just…give it a couple months, yeah? We don’t have to tell anyone, and we can just…get to know each other. See if maybe we were meant to find our way to that chapel—”

“We weren’t.”

“Well, you don’t know that—”

“No, I do. I would never marry a guy who likes Dancing Queen over Gimme, Gimme—”

“Okay, see, and that’s why our kids will have my music taste—”

“I’m sorry, our what—”

“Hey, listen, the men in my family have incredibly strong sperm, I’m just saying it’s a possibility—”

“Oh my God, stop talking. Stop talking right now. Please—”

“Fine, they can have your tone-deaf taste—”

“Harry, I swear to God, I’ll shove you out the fucking window right now. I’ll widow myself if that’s what it takes—”

“That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think—”

“I think shoving you would be a lot kinder than what I initially had in mind.”

His brow raises, the smug smile slipping back into place. “Oh?”

“Ew, not like that—”

“Sorry, just…going off last night. Didn’t peg you as the type to have a blood kink, but—”

“Yeah? So? You’re the masochist who enjoys being called my sweet boy—”

“Hey, sometimes guys wanna be taken care of too, you know—”

“I…okay, that’s fair—”

“Yeah, see? Exactly.”

The elevator continues to move down the many floors of the near skyscraper they call an office building. After finally coming to terms with your mistake this morning, Harry had called his manager, who immediately found the best lawyer money could buy.

Suffice to say the appointment didn’t go well.

And while you’re a tad disappointed to be leaving still married to number four on your If I Had To Fuck A One Direction Member, Who Would It Be list, you can’t deny that things truly could be worse.

You might not remember every detail, but you do remember having at least a little bit of fun. 

Especially last night.

Especially.

You can tell he’s beginning to recall the same image, his eyes lowering as he braces his hands against the elevator railing.

The tension is palpable, the air thick with unspoken promises and mutual longing.

You remember running your fingers through his curls, tugging his head back as you squeezed his throat. Until he offered that damn smirk of his. Until he was begging you to kiss him.

Needy little thing.

“Don’t.” His voice, gravely and coarse speaks up from a few feet away, and your eyes flick to his.

“Don’t what?”

His head cocks to the side. “Don’t fucking look at me like that.”

“Like what?” You teasingly bat your lashes, pulling your lip between your teeth before leaning back against the railing as well.

“Don’t,” he repeats, and you can physically see his resolve beginning to crumble with every moment that passes.

“Why?” You drop the rhythm of your voice to a sensual purr. “Aren’t you my sweet boy?”

He makes a noise deep in the back of his throat before pushing off the elevator wall to stride toward you.

His hands cement themselves to the wall beside your head as he leans down, dangerously close to your self-control.

“Don’t,” he says now for the third time. “Because if you start this game, I’ll have to finish it.”

You straighten up, nothing if not a fair player, eyeing him closely. “Oh, that’s cute you think you can.”

A scoff, a playful smile on his lips. “Don’t test me, princess.”

“It’s Daddy…” you correct within an instant, dipping a bit closer. “…to you.”

A moment of silence. A pause in your determination that’s met with the sound of his palm reaching out to smack the emergency power button, bringing the ride to a quick and sudden halt.

“All right, Daddy,” he murmurs, lips ghosting yours. “But let’s just be clear…just because you’re my wife doesn’t mean I won’t fuck you like a whore.”

“Yeah?” You can’t resist the smug grin as you stretch yourself to your tiptoes to ghost your lips over his. 

You hear his breath hitch. Watch the way his eyes flutter shut at the mere promise of your touch.

“Prove it.”

I couldn't help it, I hope whoever asked for the original doesn't mind hehe

So there's at least what their morning looked like!

Next Part:

~ Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister pt. 3*

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~ Mr. & Mrs. Hey Soul Sister pt. 1

~ Other Harry Blurbs

#harry #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut #harry styles fan #harry styles request #harry styles blurb #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you

[noelle-holi-gay]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

heyyyy I was tagged by @snarky-wallflower for this thingy, and I don't typically do stuff like this but what the heck! This one looks fun, and I need a small break from finals.

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Sixty-six! Nice round satanic number.

2. What’s your total word count?

Uhhh... 1,164,238. I think I broke a million back with Dream Come True. Wild stuff! Guess that's what happens when you do this nonstop for like four years.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Deltarune these days, obviously, but I also had a wonderful time in the Splatoon and DuckTales fandoms, as well as Miraculous Ladybug, My Little Pony, and a ton of smaller ones here and there.

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

Dare to Dream (Deltarune): A fun little Susie x Noelle romcom that takes place in a divergent chapter 2 timeline where Susie kisseed Noelle on the Ferris Wheel. Also the first fic in my mega-series Dream Come True, a 300,000 word epic that really kind of went off the rails. But don't worry about that! It's just a funny little romcom! Come closer!

F@#!, Marry, or Kill (Miraculous Ladybug): I am so mad that this is up here. This fic sucks. I wrote it when I was fourteen (hence my reluctance to say "fuck" in the title) and it's just the main characters of the show getting caught up in a game of Fuck-Marry-Kill that involves their own superhero identites, but nobody else knows that. It's a good way to leverage the dramatic irony of Miraculous Ladybug, I guess, but I hate that this was my most-kudoed fic for so long. I wrote it over SEVEN years ago. The only reason it got so popular is because back in 2016, the Miraculous Ladybug fandom was a sea of piranhas starved by the seemingly endless will-they won't-they of the show, ravenous for whatever scraps they could get their grimy little teeth on. Perfect example of why popularity doesn't always equate with quality.

People Write Fanfiction About Me? (Miraculous Ladybug): This one is actually good, even if it's also incredibly old. Basically, Marinette finds online RPF of her and her superhero partner that was obviously written by her superhero partner, and they get into a whole meta fanfiction war, and it gets worse from there. I like this one a lot even if it's in an outdated style: I think it's a good take on the identity reveal genre for the ML fandom.

Stealing Kisses (Deltarune): Not much to say on this one! It's a direct continuation of Dare to Dream, still part of the Dream Come True series, though it functions more as a drama than a straight romcom, which is only one of many tone shifts that this series eventually takes. It also contains Locker Biting Challenge (if you know you know), which I think is, to date, one of the funniest bits of situational comedy I've ever written, so it gets special notes for that.

Crossing the Streams (DuckTales): And this is my most popular DuckTales fic, to round out the set! It's a low-stakes / no-magic AU, where instead of going on daring adventures, the DuckTales kids stream FPS video games online, and are, like, famous streamers. I think its popularity was artificially boosted just a tad due to being in-progress when the series finale dropped, but I think it holds up! I had some good fun playing with identity, fame, and hidden relationships.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I--sometimes! Just not very often... Look, if someone asks me a question, or if I have something to actually say in response, or if the comment is particularly touching, I'll reply, but I'm just really bad at taking compliments! It feels very awkward to me to reply to every comment when I would basically just be going "Thanks so much, I'm glad you liked it!" ten times in a row. That's the only reason (<-Definitely doesn't have anxiety)

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to do unhappy endings. Cold Case for sure, if it were finished, lmao. Although--I guess you could argue Stealing Kisses has a very angsty ending, though it isn't actually an ending since it's just a sequel-bait cliffhanger. But yeah, I'm going to cheat a little and say Cold Case. It should be finished soon, anyway! Hopefully!

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That's hard to say considering the amount of romcoms I've written, but I think I'd actually have to go with the final mainline entry in my Splatoon series, Operation 24, which was The Wedding. It ends on a really sweet and poignant rooftop scene that I think is particularly uplifting, even compared to the endings of my other long-form romance fics.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Very rarely. I've gotten my share of transphobic comments -- welcome to the Internet! -- but thankfully they've been few and far between. I just delete them when they show up.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes, I have; no, you can't see it :p

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have written at least two crossover fics, so yes! I wouldn't exactly call it my genre, though. They're a little too niche and I like attention.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Oh boy. Yes, twice; the first was my Fuck Marry Kill fic for miraculous ladybug, which was ripped off and horribly butchered into a terrible version of the story by someone who IMMEDIATELY abandoned it to Orphan Account. Which is wild to me.

But the real creme of the crop was some kid on WattPad who copied large portions of my Operation 24 series, and then changed small and seemingly arbitrary details throughout to be more...train-centric? Like, all the characters would have strange and OOC dialog about trains in the middle of the romance. And then after a few chapters of that it did a total left-hand veer into a Thomas the Tank Engine / Harry Potter crossover that was utterly wild to behold. This whole saga is probably one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me in my life and I'm honestly more bewildered than mad about it.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Wow, wouldn't that be cool! But no, along with getting a podfic this is one of those big fic-writer experiences that has elude me thusfar.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope! I don't really know how to co-write outside of RP, and I haven't ever really done RP. I'm not opposed to the concept of co-writing, but I think it's sort of difficult to make work with my writing style.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

While I'd love to give the PR-friendly answer of Suselle, I think it's gotta go to Miraculous Ladybug's Love Square. That show has haunted me for seven years and is showing no sign of stopping, and the fuckery it does with its main relationship is some utterly unrivaled Shakespearian nonsense. The way the fandom has built around the relationship is also very interesting, especially the way the fanfic scene has shifted as the show develops and its audience grows up.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

If I want to finish a WIP, I will finish that WIP. The only ones that don't get finished are the ones I don't want to finish. This is the power of believing in yourself!

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialog for sure--always has been--and also just, like, grammar? I do words good, as they say. I like to think I have a pretty well-rounded writing skillset at this point, though.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Definitely descriptive stuff like setting the scene. I have to really work to make sure my scenes are embodied in physical reality, and sometimes I just forget to describe new locations. It's just a fairly boring part of writing for me, so I don't like doing it.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

I took six years of Spanish and have forgotten all of it, so this is unlikely at best. Spanish also uses em dashes instead of quotation marks to denote speaker changes, and while that is very linguistically interesting, it is also very confusing to me, specifically.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Uhhh... the first fandom I published was Miraculous Ladybug, but I think the first fandom I wrote for was My Little Pony. My MLP stuff is on a different site, and also pretty freaking bad, but it was my first large-scale fic and it really helped me develop my skills and voice.

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

Easy: Dream Come True. That was a monumental journey to go on, and seeing my readerbase follow along as that story morphed and twisted and just kept going and going was such a unique and satisfying experience as a writer. It truly feels unreplicable.

I'm not going to tag anyone because I am a coward, and get horribly anxious at the prospect of @ing people. But if you see this and you wanna do it, use me as an excuse! Say I atted you! Live freely!

Okay good bye. I must return to my endless studies...

#rambles

[boboteam89]

HSR Senti ramblings

Hello this is literally my first post and it's me rambling about my idea of how Senti could exist in the Honkai Star Rail universe, do beware that it may be really silly and lore innacurate nonsense, you have been warned!!! It also might have a little involvement of SentiHua so... So I have thought of this for a long time and this is what I came up with, let me explain, starting off with important information : Marshal Hua. My theory is that she is a Vidyadhara who resembles the legend of Phoenix and is Phoenix herself, however Phoenix exists as "another entity" ( aka almost like how Fenghuang's Down sentience works ) There is this one quest called "Poetic Genius Ingenium", in short it tells us a story about a man named Cong and a woman named Jingzhai. All the information we need from this quest is that he is a Vidyadhara that seems to remember Jingzhai no matter how much he went through hatching rebirth. All of this information leads me to thinking : what if it's possible for a Vidyadhara to leave a body behind? Listen, this does sound absurd as the Vidyadharas revolve around continuous cellular transdifferentiation, which means they techncially just transofrm. But we have numerous different cases of disorders that the Vidyadhara can be affected by, for example Jinyu that undergoes the cicle of hatching rebirth every few months. So this could technically exist as a disease and tie with the idea of Hua having so much personalities and even versions of "self" in the Honkai lore. That leads us to the part of the lore bs I have thought of. Basically Senti is "a body" that remained after Fu Hua went through hatching rebirth once (probably when she was already a marshal and ig most of her memories still remained aftet that). She has all the memories that Hua had, and when she first was "born" into this world. She thought she was Hua for a long time, but their viewpoints are very different and unalike, so who is she? Is she truly an individual being? How can she break that mirror and see her true self? She had a plan in her mind. - Surely, I can at least bring them some fun. The biggest difference for sure being - she had grown fond of the Elation. After observing the usual life of the citizens of Xianzhou, she thought it lacked some fun. The people here were just too much focused on their duties. Sure, they might have very deep connections, but do all of them really not lack that sense of connection? Sometimes, work even made them cut it off completely. She decided to carry on Hua's duty as a marshal with some...Changes. During that time, "Hua" was really kind to all of the members of the Cloud Knights - she spent a lot of time with the Cloud Knights, cut them some slack, gave them random gifts and treated them very well, even was laidback about the work sometimes. In comparision - Hua was pretty closed off and more strict, she was somewhat cold most of the time and didn't find a place for herself with the Cloud Knights, despite still doing a great job in helping and caring for them. However Senti was no strategist unlike Hua, and soon after spiked up a little problem - unfinished assignments, very clunky reports, and the amount of chaotic events, which turned out to be a complete hit for the duty of the Cloud Knights. It didn't take long for Hua to realise that she had been "replaced". That is when she noticed the culprit behind all of that in her office. - Ah, so you've noticed! - said Senti, cheerfully, but not surprised, almost as if she was awaiting this. - You see, you're not me, and I'm not you, but I was hoping to bring some more joy and happiness into your lives! Don't you get a little lonely like this? Maybe you're giving a tad too much work for yourself and too less of time that you can enjoy. Now you can at least look back at this and say "Aha!" . It is, alas, the time for us to part... Hua stood there shocked. She was not offended by this, nor did she really mind all that this person had done. She was probably the first one to ever care for Hua so greatly, so... — Wait! Could you...Stay?

#honkai star rail #herrscher of sentience #fu hua #text post #art

[enjennie]

Food Buddies

genre: friends to lovers, college au

wc: 1.9k

Wyd?

You think you might be a tad bit crazy, because how does a three letter word send your heart into overdrive and all the blood rushing to your face?

As you stare at the text, the phone starts to dim until it eventually turns black. You tap on it frantically as if the text would disappear for good. Your notes and textbooks now long forgotten on your desk, you tap on the notification and start typing up a reply to Jeno.

The usual, studying

Within seconds, a reply had been sent back from him.

Cool. Wanna grab a late dinner?

Yes! You thought.

Sure, was your short reply.

I'm out front :)

You practically scramble to get dressed. You've been in pyjamas the whole day dedicating your time to study for the finals and you mayyyy have skipped a few meals. Your hair hasn't been brushed today but you don't give it another thought as you throw a hoodie over yourself and shimmy into some sweatpants.

In less than 5 minutes, you're out the door trudging down the stairs. Jeno's resting against the railing of your cheap flat waiting for you. He lifts his head at the sound of your front door squeaking open and he smiles at the sight of you.

"Hey," you huff, pulling the strings of your hoodie and knotting them.

"Hey yourself," Jeno greets you warmly (satire).

The two of you start walking the direction of the italian restaurant at the end of the street, both of you knowing well it was the only one still open at this time. Thank god for it.

Jeno's eyes scan your wild hair and although he didn't mind, he pulls his sleeves back and takes off the hair tie around his wrist. "Here, for the jungle you call hair," he offers the tie while poking fun at the same time.

"Thanks. I didn't know you kept this," you say, ignoring the joke because you were a little impressed and flattered. Taking it from him, you put it between your lips and start pulling your hair back.

It was yours. You remember the time you'd given it to him because he wanted to tie up his bangs during a workout as it stuck to his forehead. The familiar butterflies flutter around in your stomach at the thought of him bringing a piece of you with him.

"Training finished late?" You look up at him. He had his school hoodie on and some sweats, typical Jeno attire after-training. He spent majority of his time at the school's ginormous pool as a student athlete.

"Yeah, coach was on my ass for being 'distracted' lately," he sighs, but he had a goofy smile on his face.

"You don't sound too upset about that," you comment.

"Because maybe he's right," Jeno shrugs.

You don't question him about it any further. You had an inkling of what Jeno might be distracted with: video games. He just wouldn't shut up about Apex Legends with your other friend, Donghyuck, the other day. You did not want to start another discussion about that.

"He told me to do something about it," Jeno continues eitherway.

"Maybe you should," you tell him. Quit about the damn game, pay attention to me maybe, you thought.

At this point, the two of you have reached the restaurant. He pulls the door open for you and you enter the establishment, right away being hit by the aroma of freshly cooked pizza.

"Hi, Pablo," you greet the store owner with a wave before walking over to your usual booth. Jeno follows suite, sliding in beside you.

"Perfect timing! I just got the pizza out of the oven," Pablo grins from behind the counter. You look between him and Jeno confusedly but close the menu between your hands anyway.

"I went ahead and ordered our usual. I knew you'd be too hungry to wait," Jeno explains. You smack him with the closed menu and he laughs, showing you his perfect teeth. "Let me guess, this is your 2nd meal of the day?" He asks.

"I had something to eat earlier," you mumble.

"Y/n, a bag of takis is not a proper meal," Jeno scolds and you immediately give it up. This man knew you well.

Pablo comes out of the kitchen with a tray of side dishes and a pizza, your mouth immediately salivating and brain forgetting at what you two were talking about just now.

"Thanks, Pablo," Jeno thanks the sweet man. You're already pulling a piece of pizza and digging in.

"Fanks, Fabyo," you say in between chews.

The two of you eat in comfortable silence, enjoying the food and each other's company just like you do on a normal Tuesday night.

Jeno has been your friend since Freshman year when Renjun introduced you to some of his childhood friends. Somehow the two of you became closer because just like you, Jeno was a big foodie.

Y/n, wanna go eat? Y/n, wanna try this samgyup place I found? Y/n, you have to try this gimbap my mom made.

You didn't mind, not at all. Even when you started forming a small crush on the dork, you still didn't mind. Maybe you should, just a little. It did bug you when Jeno would arrive to parties with a different girl who he'd call his girl (space) friend. Or when girls would swarm him after his swim meet asking for his number and autograph. But you never let it show, because who were you anyway? Just his food buddy.

So, you cherished moments like this with Jeno. When it's just the two of you, eating pizza at Pablo's or whichever new food joint he discovered. It was in moments like these that you could pretend for a while that it was something more.

You've practically zoned out on your fourth slice, chewing absentmindedly and just savoring the taste of this perfect cuisine when you feel Jeno tugging on your hoodie. You look over, eyebrows raised in question.

He chuckles before reaching over with a napkin and wiping at the side of your mouth. "Such a messy eater, you eat like this on a date?"

You look away immediately, something about the way Jeno looked at you made your heart rate double. "This isn't a date," you utter stubbornly.

"It could be, if you wanted it to," Jeno says. It takes everything in you not to choke on the pizza. It was comments from Jeno like this that made you think maybe he was taking the piss. That he knows about your stupid crush on him and was making fun of you for it. But also, you were talking about the most dense person in your friend group and would scrap the idea altogether.

When the two of you finish, you waltz out of Pablo's with a satisfied stomach and a happy heart. Nights like this with Jeno made the long day of studying feel rewarding. Jeno was your reward, a big shiny medal in the form of a tall adorable man with a cute smile and a sense of humour that made you laugh.

The walk back was spent filling each other in on your schedule. Final exams have been keeping you from seeing each other lately and you wouldn't deny that you missed him.

When you reach the front of your apartment, you're surprised when he pulls the door open for you. "I'll walk you up," Jeno answers your questioning gaze. You shrug it off and lead the way, walking up the endless stairs up to your door.

Eventually, you get to your door and pull out the keys to unlock your door.

"D'you want some water before leaving?" You ask, concentrated on finding the right key. You really had to label these keys. There was one for every door in your flat, plus your garage, your school locker and your parents' house.

"No thanks. Here, let me help," Jeno takes the keys from your hand, eyes them before picking one out and inserting it into the lock. You watch in pure astonishment as the door unlocks and Jeno pushes the door open with a smug smile.

"You have got to label these keys, Y/n," he shakes the keys in front of your face.

You grumble, "I was going to,"

It was crazy he knew your keys better than you, but it was probably because of the countless times he had to drop you home when you got wasted at a party.

"Goodnight, Jeno," you're just about to snatch the keys from his hand but he pulls it away from your reach. You stare up at him with curiosity.

"Coach was right about me being distracted" he says.

You blink, trying to figure out where this was leading to. Did he want this game that bad?

"Well... do something about it, maybe. Just buy the damn game, Jeno," you answer.

Jeno laughs, adams apple bobbing as he throws his head back. "I'm not– it's not a game that's been on my mind, Y/n,"

You blink at him, perplexed. "Well what is it?"

"You, damn it. It's you, you've been on my mind,"

The world seemed to have stopped orbiting. You were now fully awake again and here come the fluttering feeling in your stomach.

"I thought maybe I could keep it in and not risk anything by being near you as a friend, with a safe distance. But it's taken me 3 years and now I realize I don't want that. I want to be more, I want to take care of you and have the right to do so. I'm in love with you, Y/n. And I have been since the moment you walked into class on the first day. Another day that goes on without you drives me crazy and this might be the most stupid thing I've ever done... risking our friendship to take a leap of faith, but I'm willing to–"

He was babbling. You've honestly never seen Jeno this flabbergasted before and his ears were now as red as Pablo's tomato sauce so you do the one thing you can do to shut him up when a breadstick isn't available to shove in his mouth. You kiss him.

With delicate fingers you pull him to you and connect your lips together in a sweet kiss. He completely stills, tensing up before melting into the kiss in seconds and wrapping his own arms around you and pulling you close. You've imagined this moment a hundred times and yet you never expected for it to be in the hallway of your dingy flat at 12am with the two of you in the laziest of outfits, yet it couldn't be any more realer than this. This moment couldn't have captured your essence any better. It was perfect. So pure, and sincere.

You pull away to take a breath, the consequences of your actions now coming to you. Your cheeks heat up immediately and you can't believe you just kissed your best friend.

"I like you too, idiot," you shyly confess to him.

Jeno grins widely like a child on Christmas morning and you can't help but mimic the smile on his face.

He leans in for another kiss, and you welcome it warmly. His lips moulded perfectly against yours you wondered how you managed to live this long without his kisses. You were easily addicted.

When you pull away, there was a silent decision between you that he wasn't going home just yet. You start to pull him inside when Jeno starts to speak again.

"So you said I can get the game?"

"No, Lee Jeno. Who needs that when you've got me?" You say before shutting the door close behind him.

a/n: hii aaaa I love this tbh. I just knew I had to write something when jeno dropped those pics on ig dammitndjfjsj #brainrot. hope u enjoyed!

if you'd like to be added to my permanent tag list, send me an ask ^^ ty!!

#jeno #jeno x reader #jeno fluff #jeno au #jeno fic #jeno scenario #jeno imagines #jeno drabble #jeno fanfic #nct dream jeno #lee jeno #jeno oneshot #nct dream imagines

[leggerefiore]

are we gunna see more of the mystery dungeon au? because i def have a soft spot for the twins and guzma (and a guilty pleasure for volo lol) anyway thank you for the writes i enjoy them!!

probably not because I can't think of anything interesting with it tbh

eh, have this

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You sighed as the supernatural warmth from Ingo's body soaked into you on the awfully chilly night. He was always so pleasant to touch; a burning flame quite literally in him. Emmet coiled around himself in the pool of water near your shared bed with the Chandelure hybrid. Judging by the faint scraps of light peering just through the treeline, you could tell it was early morning. A purple gloom covered the room still, courtesy of Ingo's flames. You yawned and buried your face deeper into his chest.

It had been over a year since you first arrived in this strange world where humans were extinct, and hybrids essentially had taken over in their place. Society hadn't advanced as it had in your world, as hybrids seemed to rely more on their innate abilities of technological advancements. You had joined a rescue team at first with little direction as to how to exist in this new world, but it soon was deemed too dangerous.

Turning to the transportation twins, they were more than happy to let you live with them. You were shown around the land carefully by the two. If anything tried to attack you, they were quick to chase them off with ease. Emmet was an apex predator even on land, while Ingo was vicious and terrifying with fire and ghost attacks. You soon discovered ancient ruins, to which they allowed to look around while sticking to your side tightly.

They proved to be extremely loving and caring, but perhaps a tad overbearing and worrisome. Ingo spent time with you when he was free of his transport duties, cooking you delicious meals from the use of his ghostly flames. Emmet often did the hunting for said foods, proud of his talents and ability to feed his family. They provided a safe, stable home in the strange chaos of your new world.

Dating them was pleasant, aside from the strange title of 'mate', but that seemed common in this world. Marriage wasn't really a thing, so much as just simply moving in with one another and calling yourselves mates. The title must hold weight when used. You sighed as you watched them rest. Ingo's arms held you close to him, and his breaths relaxing you. There was nothing more comforting than mornings like this.

Soon, Ingo would wake up and give a soft smile at you before calling to wake up Emmet, who would hop out of his pool. Your poor sleep clothes would be soaked from his water and slime while he pressed kisses to your cheeks. The older twin would sigh, and the younger would giggle. You would all get ready for the day, them leaving for their rail cart and you either joining them or staying behind.

This was never to come to fruition again.

Not after what you had read in one of the ruins.

A reminder to why you were sent here; a duty that called for you to fulfil it.

You crept from the bed and got your old adventuring bag. It hurt, but you must go. The entire world was in danger, and you agreed to save it. One last glance was spared to the sleeping hybrids. Ingo felt the empty space in his bed distressingly while Emmet still slept peacefully. A silent farewell was bid, before you left again.

If all went well, they would never see you again, as your duty would be complete.

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Ingo woke up in a panic. His hand grasped the empty sheets behind him as his flames flickered from the strong emotion. He cried your name loudly, eyes scanning the room. Emmet jumped awake from the volume of his voice. Ingo rushed from his bed to search their home for you, but you were nowhere to be found. “Sh-she's gone, Emmet!” he turned to his brother in panic. The Eelektross hybrid gazed around, sniffing the air. To his distress, your scent led him to your pack and out the door.

They followed until they reached one of their rail cars, now gone from the depot. The twins turned to each other in terror. You used one of their cars. Why? Emmet felt himself tearing up and hiccuping, leaning into Ingo for support. Ingo caught him with a terrifyingly cold feeling in his limbs.

You were all alone in this dangerous world without any protection. They had failed to keep their mate safe.

A nearby Togekiss hybrid watched the brothers with amusement.

#ingo.ima #emmet.ima #pokehybrid au

[shut-up-rabert]

Strawberry

"Enjoying the party?"

His lost eyes wander into her gleaming ones. He looks away, facing his front with tad more awareness.

"Yeah......"

The light grunt forces his gaze unto her yet again. She now sits next to him, her legs dangling off the railing the same way as his, her right hand just shy of merging with his left one. It tempts him, but that fantasy can only come true if his hand were to not tremble as much.

"No point brooding alone then, is their?"

Her smile is a few bits faded, the hasty lip balm strokes shining less. Is it apple? He hopes its strawberry.

For all it is worth, the jittery pursing of his lips is giving way to a shy smile. The kind that she always seems to allure.

"I wanted some alone time."

The part of his brain that told him that this is a bad idea is all but throbbing now, yelling at him to abort the idea. And the thing is, he would have listened if he had not been as tired of this cruel game between him and her. The game to see who caves first.

“Oh.” Her reaction is dramatised. “I Should leave I Guess?”

That is merely her courtesy. They both know he would never tell her to leave. Which is exactly why she is not even pretending to attempt leaving her seat.

“No.” He rejoins. “I just want a break from the kids.”

Between these two phrases, the lump in his throat feels as if it has fattened.

“Oh. Okay.”

His nimble gaze falls on her, and he finds her looking behind her, into the house infested with thirteen year olds. Most probably looking for her sister. Making sure she isn’t anywhere near his brother, perhaps.

To tear away from her face seems uncomfortable for him, even unnatural a bit, but the dress she has chosen is of a curious taste, he must admit.

The green sequin catch his eyes, yes. Just like they do everytime. He loves this dress, simply because of how she seems to glow while having it on. Yet, too fancy to be wasted on your thirteen year old neighbour’s birthday party, if he is to say so himself.

A chuckle startles him.

“You love this dress, don’t you?”

He has been caught staring, like he is every time she has this damned thing on.

“I was just thinking something.” He softly mumbles.

“What?” He raises an eyebrow at the tease lacing her voice, but continues.

“Why wear something fancy to that idiot’s birthday? Just to make me look like bad?”

Thankfully enough, the excuse sails, because sure enough a look between him in his fading home clothes and her would confuse the onlooker, and embarrass him as the one from the host house.

She laughs a little yet again, and he feels his heart soar.

“Arrey nahi re. Nothing like that. I thought everyone would be wearing something party wear-ish, so I just went along with it.”

So seeing your own sister hop along in a jeans and T-shirt wasn’t telling? He feels compelled to query, but she would just stall it further so no point he supposes.

The next few moments sail slower, with her simply staring at the darkening skies with a primal interest, and him sneaking glances at her while pretending to be mindlessly looking around. She knows, of course.

"You do look nice."

Her eyes lay rest on his slightly unsure face.

"Thank you."

The sinking darkness has blinded him to colour, and his botched glasses are no help either, but he likes to think that she is turning red aswell. She usually does.

"Meenu?"

"Hmmm?"

"Aren't you bored?"

A silence , probably spent contemplating the question.

"Naah."

He side eyes her.

"How come?"

"I like being with you better than whats inside."

Quite a few extra words in that sentence for his liking.

"Tell me about it. Those two would have been smearing the cake all over each other if not for you." A touch of amusement lingers in his voice.

"Why are they like this?" She huffs. "Its like God decided to make them our polar opposites."

He chuckles.

"True that. They hate each other to the core while we–"

He leaves it hanging. Partially due to the shock of what he almost uttered and majorly due to not having the brevity to complete it.

Her head all but spins to his direction, eyeing him with widened eyes and slightly agape lips.

The patio light flickers on, as if on cue.

She is staggered, yes, but as he dares to peep on, he sees what he can only pinpoint as fascination make her eyes shine. Or is it the lighting?

"While..." For the first time, he hears her fumble. "......we?"

This is not a mere question. She is daring him.

His sight fluctuates between her enlarged pupils and shabby lip balm. He gulps.

He had always envisioned the moment to come slow, but the nervous jitters and adrenaline rush all but force his lips onto hers. The little 'mph-' she mumbles before giving in is stuck in his head for time to come. The frame of his glasses digs into his nose but God damn if he cares.

As his lips are tightly pressed againsts hers, he smiles.

It is Strawberry.

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So this is a practice piece for my writing skills. I know this is long as fuck but my natural style includes lots of detailing and this was going to be longer T_T

So these are two side characters from my accidental marriage story, the elder Sibs *jazz hands*

Pls read and review, all types of feedback is appreciated (and requested)

Tagging @shanti-ashant-hai because you wanted childhood crushes and these two are 16 and pining since they were younger, does this work?

#my story #my ocs #bhoi being writer

[radama-zard]

Dungeons & Drabbles 2023

Day 6 - Sanctuary

(Fell a lil' behind there, oops!!!)

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FCG/Imogen - ModernHuman AU

It was strange how great a difference two doors, a janky box of a lift and a little fresh air could make. Away from the hustle and bustle of the nightclub below, Imogen felt free to just be. And she wasn't the only one who seemed to feel that way, judging by the sigh of relief dropped by her sweetheart beside her.

“Glad to be free of the storm too, darlin’?” Imogen playfully asked, dropping down into one of the waterproof beanbags that the owner of Spire By Fire so graciously provided for their less than… wild patrons.

And by wild she meant the kind of people that enjoyed getting shit faced, surrounded by like, one hundred other drunk idiots, with music blaring so loud she could feel it in her teeth, as one stumbled around, blinded by the colorful, flashing lights.

If Fearne and Ashton hadn't insisted upon a ‘double date’, then neither of them would even be here. Clubs had never really been their thing.

“I’m still not sure I really get the appeal of it,” Fresh Cut Grass retorted, wheeling over to join Imogen with a soft little chuckle. Wordlessly he extended a hand, which she took in a heartbeat, steadily helping them to their feet before helping her date-mate to settle down on the beanbag beside her. “It's a whole lotta noise and strangers gettin’ too close without sayin’ so much as hi! And I’m sayin’ this as a people person.”

“I think it takes a particular kind of people person, or just person in particular to enjoy this kinda scene. You know, the kind that enjoys… grindin’ on strangers who smell like cheap whiskey. And not havin’ workin’ eardrums the next morning.”

Fresh Cut Grass hummed, shuffling just a tad before Imogen felt the familiar weight of his head resting upon her shoulder, drawing a tender smile to tug at her otherwise tired lips.

“You know, I think I’d like comin’ back here!” Fresh Cut Grass chirped, feeling Imogen's surprised scoff as she slipped an arm around his waist, fingertips tracing languid swirls as her hand came to rest upon their hip.

“You gotta be shittin’ me, Letters. You looked about ready to snap down there! Not that I’m blamin’ ya, I was damn well ready to start throwing fists after the third guy ’accidentally’ bumped into me.”

“Oh. No. Not down there! That’s a sensory and navigation nightmare!” They quickly assured her, hands waving nervously for just a moment. “I mean… up here. It's real nice. The moon’s out, we can barely hear a peep outta all the noise downstairs, and… it’s just the two of us. It's kinda like we got our own private sanctuary!”

The fairy lights that decorated the railings and trimmings all about this rooftop hideaway twinkled sweetly around them, reminding Imogen of the stars of her hometown. The big city was awful for stargazing, something she had whined about countless times to Laudna.

Right now though, light polluted sky hardly phased her, drowned out potted shrubbery and little trees, by the rainbow of blossoms and blooms that surrounded them, all only made that much prettier by the way they reflected in Fresh Cut Grass’ bespectacled baby blues.

The world had always looked so much prettier, shimmering back at her through his ever sparkling eyes.

“A sanctuary, just for you and me,” Imogen whispered, low and sweet. “I like the sound of that. Our own lil’ slice of heaven.”

A tender hand cradled Fresh Cut Grass’ cheek, and Imogen’s heart went absolutely aflutter as she felt them lean into it… and then began to race as he shyly turned to lay a press a fleeting kiss upon her palm.

“Bein’ with you always kinda feels like this…” Came his own whispered reply, an admission just dripping an adoration that left Imogen’s face hotter than the fenced off little firepit that flickered just a few feet before them.

“I guess… bein’ with you is kinda like a sanctuary all of its own!” Fresh Cut Grass finished with a warm, easy laugh, before dipping in and dropping a kiss right to the tip of their girlfriend’s burning nose.

A kiss that she swiftly stole, her lips upon theirs in an adoring mess of a sudden kiss.

Not that Fresh Cut Grass minded.

No, they didn't mind this at all.

#dungeons & drabbles #drabblewrimo #critical role #fcg #cr fcg #imogen temult #FCG/Imogen #FCG x Imogen #bells hells #Southern Comfort #Mind Meld #modern human au #Day 6 - Sanctuary #dungeons & drabbles 2023

[lovelywingsart]

//AU// Bruised

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Trust me, this is NOT what you think. It's actually a cute one that my mom helped the idea for! uwu It does get a tad serious at the end, but it's still supposed to be cute.

And according to my mom, it's entirely possible- which makes it funnier. (She's actually been helping me quite a bit with some basic info on this considering I'm her first child of 3, so she knows her shit XD And she knows how uncomfortable the subject makes me... So all little info is thanks to her and google.)

Also, TRYING to get my writing groove back... so I'm hoping the next few are a bit better... QuQ"

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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*Warnings?: Small stresses, teeny tiny bit of /humorous/ bodily harm(you'll see), a little bit of serious worries near the end

Summary: A little relaxation turns into a grumpy Karl when he finds out the hard way just how much their unborn baby likes his personal space.

Emelia woke to a small clicking noise and footsteps, her eye fluttering open slightly. She could just barely see Heisenberg in the dim light of the room, seeing him shuffle to the side and strip off his jacket and toss it over a chair with her blurry, tired vision.

"... Karl...?" She muttered quietly, only to be met with a soft grunt.

She watched as he made his way over, though instantly scooted over as he proceeded to crawl onto the bed and next to her with an irritated silence only he could give off.

"Long day...?" She asked, and he nodded. She then gave her own nod in understanding with a quiet hum, reaching for his face. She nudged his jaw up to press her nose against his before giving a light, quick kiss. It didn't last long, but was enough for him to at least relax enough to ease against her... Though he would have admitted he wouldn't have minded more.

"Tell me about it." She said simply, her voice still quiet as he pressed his face to her shoulder.

"... Had some... issues with wiring batteries..." he grumbled. "Not to mention that goddamn casting machine breaking every five fucking minutes..."

"I keep telling you, you need a new one..." She joked, and he grumbled.

"I need the parts for it, which I have... But I don't have time. And before you ask, you're not doing it for me." He muttered a response ignoring her pouting grumble. "But I'm more concerned about these batteries. The wiring hasn't been hooking up correctly and the sensors go off the rails if I so much as touch the damn things..."

"Have you tried altering the internal wiring...?"

"Internal, external, even switched the goddamn plugs around." He sighed. "Changed the shape, made them smaller, made them bigger, threaded the wires, tightened the screws, more that I really don't give a damn to think about right now..."

She nodded, reaching to pat his head lightly.

"Rest for now, then, and go back to it later... You've been working enough." She said softly. He simply went quiet and gave a huff, shifting his position against her to lay his head against her stomach. It was something he did more often now, and she admittedly quite enjoyed it.

He didn't move as his body eased into a small, welcome relaxation, his eyelids heavy as she began to run her fingers through his hair. Even he knew he had been working harder lately, and he relished in this 'break' he was more or less forced to have via the frustrations and simple exhaustion. He could have used it earlier on, if he were being honest with himself... But being late was definitely better than never.

He felt small movements under his cheek as she gave a soft hum, letting herself be entirely comfortable.

"Feel better...?" She asked quietly, and he gave a confirming grunt.

"Sure..." he replied quietly, and she smiled.

"I'm taking that as a 'yes'..."

"Take it how you want." He mumbled, shifting his arm slightly around her- only to yank his head away with a surprised yelp as his cheek was kicked hard- almost too hard. Hard enough to send a legitimate pain through his jaw.

Emelia jumped the feeling as well, and froze as he sat up immediately to press his palm over his cheek in genuine pain.

"What-" he started, only to glare at her stomach with a look of pure insult. "What in the fuck was THAT for?!"

She was quiet for a moment before snorting, which slowly turned into small chuckling, and then to full laughter as he grumbled again. His eyes flicked to her face as she covered her mouth quickly in attempts to stop.

"It's not funny, the little bastard kicked me!!" He said defensively, and she only laughed harder.

He gave a huff, and she managed to calm after a moment.

"I-... I don't think they like you laying on me..." she managed between giggles, and he could only glare and rub his jaw.

"Bullshit-" he mumbled, and she smiled.

"I suppose I didn't warn you enough..."

"Warn me about what, getting kicked in the fucking face?!"

She snorted again.

"No, just... how strong they've been recently."

He kept his glare, though it was now more reminiscent of an angry pout. It made her laugh more, even more so as he rubbed his cheek.

"Little asshole..." he grumbled. "Feels like it's gonna fucking bruise..."

Emelia rolled her eye, reaching out for him slightly to beckon him closer.

"Well, let me see it, then..." she said, a smile still on her face as she forced back more laughter.

He only gave a simple huff as the tips of her fingers grazed his jaw, admittedly feeling a small heat in his face as she turned his head. She tilted her own, her thumb brushing against it.

"Perhaps a small bruise... not that you would notice through your hair." She mused, and he rolled his eyes. She chuckled, letting go of his face before patting her stomach lightly as the corner of her own mouth twitched slightly. His attention was instantly drawn to her face, an immediate worry in his eyes.

"Emmy...?"

"It's alright, they're just... active." She said simply, smiling again. But she laid back down with a huff, curling up how she had been. Heisenberg watched her for a moment before frowning.

"Still tired?" He asked quietly, and she nodded.

"The usual..." she replied with a shrug. "I'm more worried about you." She reached out for him again. "You should rest too, and then work on the casting machine. The batteries can wait."

He stared at her before sighing.

"Yeah, sure..." he mumbled, though was slow to join her. His eyes drifted between her belly and her face, noticing the lax way her body rested against the covers and pillows. It was odd for her, even now... He grew more and more worried for her own well being the more she grew, and even his frustration with the batteries and work beforehand was an afterthought as he watched the exhaustion settle in her face from simply moving.

He set his hand on her belly as he got comfortable, taking a breath as she cuddled to him with her arms wrapped around his chest.

"Hey Emmy..." he started, and she gave a questioning hum.

"Yes...?"

Her voice was somewhat muffled from his chest, but neither moved.

"... You would... tell me if anything was wrong with you, right?" He asked quietly. She simply nodded.

"I let you know if I notice anything stranger than usual, yes." She replied. "Right now I'm worried about your face and your stress. Now rest..."

The smile was evident in her voice. He was silent for a moment before nodding, himself.

"... Alright."

#fun fact a fetus CAN bruise you irl if it kicks hard enough hence the story idea #Metalworks Survival AU #Metalworks fanfiction #oc #resident evil #resident evil village #re8 #resident evil oc #resident evil village oc #re8 oc #karl heisenberg #heisenberg #lord heisenberg #re8 heisenberg #heisenberg x oc #karl heisenberg x oc #heisenberg x oc fanfiction #karl heisenberg x oc fanfiction #resident evil fanfiction #resident evil village fanfiction #re8 fanfiction #lovelywingsart #lovelywingsocs #tl;dr Karl gets Falcon Kicked in the fucking face and it's funny

[thisworldisablackhole]

Wow wow wow. Finally finished up The Fall of Hyperion. These books have been taking me a while to get through, but now that I'm done, I almost wish I had read it slower. I straight up didn't want it to end.

I'm really glad that the first book in this series got all of the world building and character introductions out of the way, because this one was just cooking the entire way through. I was stunned by the amount of insane shit happening before even hitting the half way point of the book. There are just so many different elements at play here; you have the pilgrims on the ground of Hyperion, dealing directly with the trials and terror of the Shrike and his Tree of Thorns, the intergalactic war being waged between the Hegemony and the Ousters, the Keats persona acting as an information relay and flying through the datasphere to communicate directly with AI gods, the Templars and the Shrike Cult with their prophecies, and then the three factions of the TechnoCore being shady and pulling strings in the background the whole time. It's insane how Simmons' managed to hold all of these elements and vessels of storytelling together in a cohesive manner that never felt overwhelming or too confusing. The whole concept of timelines intersecting as things pertaining to the tombs ether traveled forward or backward in time kind of went over my head a bit, but it wasn't too much of an issue.

I'll admit the ending was a little corny/sloppy, for lack of a better word. It seemed like Simmons' was grasping at straws a bit in the final chapter just to tie up loose ends, and he also went a little off the rails with the philosophy of "God" and the "Power of Love" and the "Human Spirit" or whatever. I feel like he was trying to add deeper meaning where it wasn't really necessary, and it came across as a tad pretentious. There are two themes that really stuck out to me while reading this, and neither of them had anything to do with God or love or the human spirit. The first is sacrifice. Without giving away too many spoilers, almost every Pilgrim had their wish granted by the Shrike, albeit in a roundabout way with a caveat that caused them to sacrifice something great, even if that was their own life. The second was the theme of opening our arms to convenience and becoming it's captive. I think Simmons' take on how an over reliance on technology can have terrible consequences for the fate of humanity was actually quite nuanced and ahead of it's time considering this book was published in 1990. There are some very valuable lessons to be gained from this story.

Overall this book really went so far above and beyond the scope of the first, and I'm so glad I decided to take the plunge and see it through. It will probably be hard for any other sci fi novel to beat. I've heard that Endymion and The Rise of Endymion are not as good, but I just have to read them now. There were still so many questions left over at the end. Are there still more Shrikes lying in wait? What is really behind the door in the Shrike Palace?? I must know.

5/5

#hyperion cantos #the fall of hyperion #hyperion #dan simmons #sci fi #science fiction #books

[alexcharmsyou]

𝔅𝔬𝔬𝔱𝔰𝔞𝔳𝔳𝔶 1 (read tags!)

//Mcyt Vampires vs Pirates//

rating: T wordcount:

It Begins

The wind was quite normal today. Almost too normal for the crews content. They would've preferred something stronger and more chaotic, but what could be more chaotic than a ship with Tommy and Tubbo.

"Ya see that little merchant town over there?" Tommy leaned over the rails of their ship nonchalantly.

"Yeah?" Tubbo replied tentatively.

"Well you see Tubbo, Cap'n Sam wants to port there simply because he has a trade to make with the dynamite dealer.., a get in get out if you will. But hear me out..."

Tommy glanced at his crewmate, one brow raised and a devious smirk on his lip.

It took a moment for Tubbo to process what he was trying to tell him, without telling him.

"Oh no. no. NO. I am NOT doing that again!"

Tommy threw his arms up in anger, "Oh come on Tubbo- don't be such a bitch boy!"

"Please tell me you aren't thinking of raiding that town with tnt," he simmered down to a whisper, "You remember the hell we went through with Sam after the last time?"

"No no, Tubbo you don't understand, this port has the enchanted book of power. Un-lim-i-ted power, mind you, just as they say." He prompted.

"Hm. Who's they?"

Tommy gave Tubbo the face you use when someone says something tragically disapointing.

"It doesn't mattah! Just trust me on this one, pleasee?" Tommy pleaded.

Tubbo hesitated before nodding in agreement. He was a tad skeptical of this so called "Unlimited Power" book, but eventually he gave in as he usually did with Tommy. Their duo was known through the whole ship for pulling shit like this. But this time not only were they about to commit a raid behind the captains back, but this one would have to be planned and timed ever so precisely to not get caught.

As soon as Sam went on his way into the port, the shot a grappling hook over the edge to create a zipline towards a nearby roof. The sound of gunshot nearly missed the whole crew, they knew it would. The moment the captain stepped foot off ship was the exact moment everyone dropped their task and let loose to chug a booze, go underdeck and nap, or some would even convince crewmate Wilbur to play a tune while they danced freely. It was really nice, actually. No one really cared what noises were in the background of their free time.

Tommy would usually be the first to pester Wilbur to play, but tonight he was a man with a mission.

"Okay Tubbo when I give the signal we zoom the fuck outta here, got it?"

Tubbo nodded back determinedly.

The two unsheathed their cutlasses and zipped down the line.

#hey tumblos its been a while!!:) #i started writing this little story a bit back #but with everything going on ive seemed to loose big interest in dsmp #so i dont know if ill actually continue writing this so i decided to post it and leave it at that:] #disclaimer: im fully aware of whats happening with wilbur and will no longer be supporting him. i wrote this a couple weeks ago and even #though his c!character is mentioned i have no intention of writing his cc!

[ducknotinarow]

2k3 Raph Don - 🤪

| Send 🤪to get a drunk text from my muse

The docks of New York were known to harbor many shipping stations, warehouses and much more but as time went on a lot of the area had gone abandoned and untouched. Which worked to the benefit of those of the city that were deemed not suitable for the rest of society. Homeless human sometimes took shelter in the long forgotten buildings but not many stuck around due to the chill in the air the ocean would carry. not to mention risk of weather. The building might fall if you sneezed wrong at them after all. W wave built up due to a hurricane? Yeah may not be the safest or smartest place to hide out at. Sometime drug dealing and other backdoor alley low rate crime actions happened as well but out side all that? They could be pretty empty and quite. Part of why Raphael loved coming here so much. Though in the moment a glass bottle shattered and the laughing that roared out after? Quite was not the word to call it in that moment. Not when two mutants were out and about, alcohol in their blood streams causing nothing but fits of laughter between the pair of them.

Raphael stumbled a bit finding his way back beside Yvonne, "See told ya I could make ya laugh." Raph remarks as he tried to aim a finger at her face but seems to have lost control of his arm in that very moment. Arm swaying a tad and steering away from her.

Taking a few step back till he found the railing beside himself, grabbing on to keep himself from falling over again. Maybe not the person one would right away think right away as a drinking buddy for Raph, but in their odd friendship Raph had found that getting drunk with Yvoone was a hell of a time. Partly it was just fun to watch her usual expressions change and loosen up somewhat when she had some alcohol in her system. Raph turned around as he chuckled more handing over the non-broken bottle he kindly opened up for Von as she stood beside him. Before the turtle looked out to ocean waves. Watching how they the deep blue water wade in towards the beach. Heavy sigh left his beak as he laid his head down to the rails happily watching the water.

"Makes me 'hink of his eyes" he mumbles out a bit, who? Casey who else. Raph loved those ocean deep blues of Casey's after all. Never cared so much for an eye color till he met the guy. How soft they could get or how fierce they pierced someone when mad. Sometimes Raph but it was a tad different when aimed his way. Soon hanging over the railing, he just groans out suddenly, feeling just as dejected as he maybe looked. “ ‘m miss ‘im. Dumb jerk though”

Raphael complains a little a little lovers spat between them being why he was hanging around Yvonne instead. But a drunken mind dose not care for logic nor did one care when it was full of nothing but love. Rolling his head to the side to look at Yvonne who seemed lost in her own thoughts. Quirking his beak a little, Casey and Raph did fight often but mostly that was just how they spoke. This? Nah was an actual fight nothing serious happened just the outcome of two people who are quick to anger bickering till Raph decides fine I'm outta here. Ignore Casey as he stormed away, not like he liked fighting with Casey or anything nor that there was anything necessarily wrong with when they fought. He just had them on ignore right now once he sobered up chances were he'd go and make up with Casey, or if he got more drunk he'd call them drunk and stupid.

“Ya ever ‘ight with Donnie?” He asks. There was an honest curiosity to his question. Sure he and his brother fought with Don. But Donatello was a bit different, him and Leo? Oh, everyone was used to Leo and Raph fights to point it was seen as annoying at best. Him and Mikey? Nah normal as well Raph getting a tad too worked up by Mikey who loved to annoy him. Don and him sort of fought but Don could just be sparky back at times so it was a bit different.

Throw Von in there and how closed off the two could appear to be? Guess it just had him a tad curious to know.

"Case an'I do, not bad ones or serious mostly dumb shit. 'specially when I jus' pissin' 'em off." He smirks a bit "kind 'ike when he all heated up and mad, to a pout he pouts. Kinda wanna kiss 'em when they get 'ike that."

He smirks a little to himself grabbing for his phone now as he moves to attempt and throw an arm around her and take a photo them together. Said image was mostly a blur but you could at least tell who was in the photo.

“ ‘hink Don will ‘Ike this?” He states before he send the photo to his brother.

[text] hey DON stoll ya girl >:) (hey DON stole ya girl >:) l

[text] winded and dinner (wined and dined )

He says chuckling as he let's Von see his Text messages. Of course, Donatello would see his brother was lokely drunk and pranking him again. As always happened when these two hung out together and got drunk. One would think Von would carry the brain cell between but guess being around Raphael make it go away if anything.

[Text] snzze ya ooz (snooze ya lose)

For someone reason this seemed far more funny then it likely was as Raph chuckled a bit more to himself.

[Text] gotta rake rite care if ya girl Don, (gotta take better care of ya girl Don)

[Text] or she gonna get snatched

[Text] don't worry i a good bro and watch her for ya (don't worry ill be a good bro and watch her for you.

"Don' worry babe i got ya see." He chuckles a bit again, at the stupidly used nickname they had for each other. "Ya look 'ike shit though jeez think ya be able to keep up wit' me betta by now toots." Somewhere in his drunk state he knew it might be good to get a call to Don to come at least Yvoone.

"hey its Donnie! Von...oh Donnie Vonnie!" He snort a bit ignore the sound of his brothers voice once they had answered. "Yeah, we at the docks, an' nah we are not drunk. We're fuckin' trashed different things bro." He hums a bit pretending to listen handing the phone to von as he grew bored soon after "here tell gimme ya blow him or somethin' so he chills out." Raph asks Don clearly able to hear since quite wasn't the volume Raphael was currently sent on. Letting his head rest back to the railing well, they dealt with his twin. Only lifting it back up when he hears a mention of Casey's name.

"Sorry ya ca flirt later with 'em." Raph states as he takes the phone back "tell thst booze I aint talkin' ta him till he says sorry got it brainaic!" And of course as reasonable as it seemed Raphael raised his arm and swung it forward letting his phone fly threw the air and promptly land into the ocean. "Yeah 'are there Don! Pft dick. Tryna ruin the fun." As if he hadn't been the one who called his brother. Moving to stand up "come on we gotta motor or they gonna ruin our fun Von."

#muse| hamato rapheal #madamkezzie #aflockoffeathers #[ ones trash is anothers treasure aflockoffeathers] #drunk text meme #meme anaswers #ic reply #stayed qeued

[iwadori]

Haikyu boys when they make you insecure PT 1 (Kenma,Kuroo)

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6.

Word Count:3k 

genre: angst, fluff

masterlist

Kenma:

You and Kenma have been in a long distance relationship for a while.

Both of you stream, Kenma doing it seriously for his job and you just playing it for fun,

Sometimes you stream together of course but because of your difference in audiences and games you don’t do it all the time

“Bye guys! Hope you enjoyed todays stream” You wave off to the camera and shut off your PC taking a few sips of water.

Kenma: Hey.. nice stream today Y/N are you going to watch mine?

Y/N: Of course I will 

Kenma: Ok talk to you later

Y/N: okayy <3

Kenma is what inspired you to stream, he also taught you all the ins and outs of streaming making sure you were set and ready. Your gaming style was very relaxed and friendly as you obviously weren’t streaming as a career just for fun and to make friends with your online viewers. The games you played were usually: minecraft, COD, Sims 4, Roblox, Animal crossing and *Insert your favourite game here* the way I literally named all the games I play 

You wait for Kenmas stream to start, kind of excited as you’ve always loved seeing your boyfriend in his ‘element’ when it comes to playing to games. As your boyfriends stream starts you see he’s already chosen what game he is playing today which is to your surprise Call of duty, since that was the game you were playing earlier.

As he gets into the stream you are entertained, as always since Kenma was being his usual self laughing at his own deadpan jokes and interacting with his viewers. He is currently waiting for his capture the flag game to start so as he waits he decides to read some comments in the chat.

You’re used to the usual ‘Kenma where is Y/N I miss your usual streams together’ or ‘kenma please RAIL me’ which always makes you laugh. You were also used to the common hate comments Kenma and You both got on your streams but you were definitely not ready for this..

@ Ihatewomanandiamadick : Hey Kenma did you see your girls stream today she is so dog shit at COD lmaoooo jhdfkjdrhdrr

“Well hello ihatewomenandiamadick” started Kenma “but yes I did see Y/N stream and obviously she is not the best at games and I would definitely NOT ask her to team with me for any serious gaming competitions ... but she’s fun to watch I guess” as he finished speaking about you his game loaded up so he focused his attention on that the words he just spoke going to the back of his mind as they end up at the forefront of yours.

You obviously knew you were no match for Kenma’s gaming expertise but you didn’t expect him to publicly agree with a hate comment let alone add more of his imput on you. Did he really think that about you? ‘She’s fun to watch I guess’ did he not even enjoy your streams that much?

You wanted to distract yourself, and you definitely couldn’t do that watching him so you close off of his stream and get in your bed deciding to watch your favourite show. 

Waking up at 6pm after your sad nap, you see that Kenma has left some messages to you,

Kenma: hey did you watch my stream?

Kenma: do you want to facetime later and play some minecraft..?

Kenma: y/n r u ok??

Y/N: oh hey cnt play minecraft w you rn not really in the mood..

Kenma: oh ok..

Time passed since then a month to be exact and you basically dropped off of the face of the earth, you weren’t in the mood to do anything let alone game and stream, which was a constant reminder of your boyfriend (something you didn’t want at the time.) 

You felt embarrassed over all the things he said about you and all the things you now think he thinks about you and the way you play. Maybe he thinks even worse things about you, beyond just how you game? What if he doesn’t even genuinely like you...or he has someone else...it does make sense, you do both live miles and miles away from eachother AND he’s a big streamer you see the amount of girls in his comments.

You shake your head to erase your protruding thoughts coming in your mind, but it doesn’t really help. You and Kenma haven’t spoken much over this month he tried to constantly reach out to you at first but you assume he got bored over your constant, repetitive dry texts. So you were almost content with you and Kenma not even being in a relationship anymore.

However on Kenma’s side, he was beyond worried about you. Since you haven’t been streaming or barely responded to his texts he thought something happened to you, but he didn’t want to be seen as ‘overstepping boundaries’ if there was nothing wrong at all with you and you simply were just ‘not in the mood.’ 

So here he is, in Kuroo’s apartment trying to get him to help him out on finding out what is wrong with you.

“So kenma can you remember what happened the day when Y/N went ‘ghost’“ asked Kuroo in a mock detective voice

“Y/N didn’t go ‘ghost’ Kuro, and take this seriously” said Kenma “I’m worried bout her”

“Okay fine, but for real what’s the last thing you remember before she started acting all weird.” 

“Umm I think it was around a month ago I did my saturday stream and I think she was on it but she didn’t leave her usual nice comments throughout”

“Ohh that was the stream when you sai-” Kuroo said before pausing his words as the memory of what Kenma said about you on his stream came in his mind, as even Kuroo thought it was a tad bit harsh for Kenma to say all those things “I think I know why Y/N has been so distant kiddo”

“What why?” Asked Kenma

Kuroo pulls out his phone and brings up the clip off what Kenma said and Kenma’s face cringes ‘did he really say all those things about you’ he thinks. 

“Shit.. I didn’t know I said all of that” he said quietly “how do I make it up to her?”

“There’s only one thing you can really do Kenma” said kuroo

You are woken up out of your sleep by a knock on the door. Getting out your bed like a zombie, you trudge to your front door only surprised by what you see. There in his 5′6 glory stood your ‘boyfriend’ Kenma with a controller and a kitten teddy in his hand. You were very tempted to shut the door in his face and get back to your dreamless sleep but you waited on him to speak.

“Hi Y/N” he said quietly “wanna play some minecraft...?”

“Why so you can ridicule me on how shit I am?” You ask bitterly ready to shut the door on him

“No! No not all” he said stopping you from shutting the door entering your place “Y/N i’m really sorry on what I said, I wasn’t thinking AT ALL... I love watching your streams and I think you’re great at playing games...I was just being a dick,”

You take a deep breath before tears pool in your eyes “what you said really hurt me kenma..” you say “ I know people say shitty things on the internet all the time... it’s the internet. But I wasn’t expecting you to agree with the hater and say even more shitty things on top of that.. I don’t think I want to even stream anymore”

Upon hearing that, Kenma’s mouth parts open with shock ‘you dont want to stream anymore’ were his comments that bad? Now he feel even worse as he should and is now more determined to make things right. 

He impulsively drags your arm into your game room, catching your surprise ‘what is he up too?’ you think. He stops for a second seeing your usual pristine gaming set up, collected up with dust. 

“What are you do-” you start 

“Just wait!” He says, as he rushes away turning on all your stuff and logging onto his twitch account as he sees the views go up he starts to speak

 “Hi guys, its me kodzuken and today I’m here on stream with my beautiful girlfriend and today I want to say..” he turns to you “Y/N im so sorry for the horrible things I said to you that day... I was just being a dick and I’m sorry I really am.”

You look at the chat and you see some confusion and some people recalling his words from last month. “It’s fine Kenma, I forgive you” you say giving him a hug”

“Okay Y/N, so what do you say... wanna beat my ass at bed wars?” He says with a smirk 

“When have I ever loss?” you return his smirk

Of course you did beat his ass as bed wars for rounds on rounds never losing proving yourself to actually be a good gamer girl. You enjoyed your time with Kenma, forgetting what he said before about you and moving on. 

Eventually, you guys moved in together and streamed together all the time and yes you still do play for fun but you’ve gotten way better at COD (some may say better then Kenma) but who is better didn’t matter to any of you, as long as you got to play together that’s all you both cared about.

Kuroo:

Kuroo and you have been together since you were in your first year of high school 

You met as friends first when you got him to tutor you in chemistry ( a subject you still aren’t that good at.)

Now you have your upcoming entrance exams for university in a month so your school has you doing mock exams in preparation for them.

20%

You look down at your chemistry paper that your teacher just handed you. 20%. You’re surprised, very surprised since out of all your subjects (that you go 90+% on) you studied on the chemistry test the hardest ensuring Testurou, that you didn’t need his help at all. But I guess it turns out, you did.

This failing mock grade put a blunder on your day, you didn’t interact with anyone and didn’t want to see your boyfriend so you skipped your usual routine of meeting him on the rooftop and went to the library instead ‘might aswell start early on your studying’ you thought.

As you were going over your chemistry topics, you hear an ‘ahem’ next to you and you turn your head only to find your boyfriend and his friends next to you. Kuroo with his usual goofy smile on his face. 

“Hey kitten where were you at lunch?” he asked 

“Needed to go to the library, Chemistry is kicking my ass” you mumbled 

“Oya” he said as he noticed your chemistry test laying under your textbook “20%, well damn Y/N I knew you were stupid, but I didn’t know you were that stupid” he laughed doing his stupid usual hyena-like laugh.

Ouch well that hurt. You slightly flinched at his words, “Really your name, you didn’t know the molecular formula for ethanol, that’s first year work” he said continuing to laugh “I’m pretty sure that’s one of the first things I tutored you on when we first met” 

His overbearing laughter was not good for you, you were already having a bad day and yes you do know your not that good at chemistry but you didn’t need your chemistry-enthusiast boyfriend to make fun of you for failing. Kenma and Yaku stood there awkwardly obviously aware of how bad Kuroo is making you feel but they didn’t really know how to stop his friend in the moment.Whilst he’s still dying of laughter you decide to pack up your stuff and leave the library.

You managed to get your Chemistry tutor to let you retake your mock paper in a week so that means, extra hard studying with no distractions you definitely can’t fail again. Since studying on your own was definitely not a good option, and you couldn’t go to Kuroo (especially after he ridiculed you) you decided to ask the second smartest person you know to tutor you.

Y/N: Hey Yaku! Can I ask you a favour?

Yaku: Hi Y/N what do you need??

Y/N: I have my chemistry retake next week, and as you know from your loud-loud friend I failed my recent test so can you tutor me?? 

Y/N: Pleaseeee

Yaku: Ok Y/N why can’t you ask Kuroo you know that he’d be more than happy to help

Y/N: Yakuu pleasee just help me out 

So there you was, nearly a week done with your study sessions with Yaku and you’re feeling way more confident than before. 

“Y/N what is the functional group of a Carboxylic Acid” Yaku asked

“umm... COO?” 

“Great! that’s correct Y/N” he praises i dont actually know if it’s correct or not

You then hear a knock at Yaku’s front door and hear his mum let the person in, Kuroo then enters Yaku’s bedroom with shock plastered on his face surprised to see you here.

“Y/N...hey?” he says confused “what are you doing here?”

“Oh Mori-chan is just helping me with chemistry for my retake tommorow” you say nochalantly internally smiling at the twinge in Kuroo’s face at the purposeful use of Yaku’s first name.

“So why didn’t you ask me to help you know I’m a chemistry whiz” he asks

“Maybe I’m too stupid to be taught under your tutelage” you mumble “since I seem to forget whatever you teach me, even when it’s 3 years ago... but ok”

“Y/N I-” he starts 

“Oh save it Kuroo, I have studying to do” you say cutting him off

“But I-” he tries

“So Mori-chan COOH is the function group of ethyl ethonate right?” you ask ignoring your boyfriend who is now at a lost for words

“ummm yeah it is” says yaku who is clearly feeling heavily awkward at the tension in his bedroom.

Kuroo leaves and you and yaku finish off the studying for the night, you did feel a little bad for being a bit mean to Kuroo but it’s karma for him being a dick to you. 

You wake up the next day ready for your exam which was first thing in the morning, before you hand in your phone you see a message from Kuroo,

Kuroo: I know you’re still mad at me, but I think you’re going to do so well on this test. You’re not stupid at all, you’re really smart and I love you < 3 

Kuroo: Good luck Y/N

You don’t respond to the message but smile at the sincerity of it and thankful for the boost of confidence it gave you before you start your exam.

Finishing the exam with a smile, you were confident you did well as everything you and Yaku went over was on the paper and you’re almost certain you atleast got more than 75%. You have to wait an hour before your teacher can give you your results, so in the meantime you might aswell reconcile with Kuroo.

When you exit the classroom, standing there was Kuroo who seemed to have been waiting for you for the whole duration of the exam.

“So how was it?” Kuroo asked, apprenhensive as he assumed you would just ignore him like you did at Yaku’s house.

“It was fine, I think it went alright..” you say

“Kuroo”

“Y/N”

You say simultaneously, he pauses for a second to let you speak “I’m sorry I was being so stand offish when we were at Yaku’s I just wanted you to see I could do it on my own, and when you called me stupid I really took that to heart since you and I both know that Chemistry wasn’t ever my best subject” 

“I’m sorry too, I didn’t mean to make you feel bad, and since it was only a practice test I didn’t think you’d take it to heart but I am sorry I know you aren’t stupid.”

Before you got to say anything else, your Chemistry teacher exited the room with your chemistry paper in hand. Kuroo grabbed your hand anticipating your nerves and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Miss L/N” said your teacher “Well done on your chemistry test” he turned your test around to sure a perfect 100%. Both you and Kuroo gasped, you were elated to say the least you wanted to jump up and down in excitement but a PERFECT 100%.

“I’d also like to add that you have now got the top chemistry score in the school beating the previous title holder Kuroo Testurou” said your teacher, this made Kuroo open his mouth even wider in surprise nearly making you giggle at his response. 

Your teacher took his leave, leaving you and Kuroo in the hallway “ I guess i’m the chemistry whizz now “ you say wiggling your eyebrows just as Kuroo did to you before at Yaku’s this made him chuckle as he came to put his arm around you.

“Y/N don’t get ahead of yourself now, you may have won this battle but I will win the war” he said smiling

In the final exam, you continue your winning streak also getting a near 100% and still beating Kuroo which didn’t matter to either of you, now you’re just like him cracking chemistry puns and jokes all the time which none of your friends appreciated but atleast Kuroo found them SODIUM funny.

AN: Please kill me for the last line of Kuroos, I didn’t really like Kuroo’s since it was a bit self indulgent with my hate for chemistry but what do you guys think?

#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader comfort #haikyuu fluff #haikyu scenarios #haikyu headcanons #kenma angst #kenma fluff #kenma x you #kozume kenma #kenma scenario #kenma headcanons #kuroo x reader #kuroo imagine #kuroo scenarios #kuroo fluff #kuroo angst #kuroo tetsuro x reader #signedwithanE😌

[arcanadreams]

That time you and your demon boyfriend went viral

hi yes hello obey me fandom!! my name is Gabbi and i have never played a single second of the actual game but i have read enough fanon content for the past year to have this idea swimming around in my head and now i am finally letting this accursed thing out of my brain and putting it in yours

also i’m only doing the brothers because any more than that and i’d have an aneurysm probably. oh and shoutout to @obeythebutler and @beels-burger-babe for inspiring me with their works to feel brave enough to write for this fandom

Lucifer:

You and Lucifer go viral on Asmo’s Devilgram story!

You’re in the kitchen helping Asmo with dinner duty and singing along to one of your playlists of human realm music that you like to show him.

Asmo starts filming your cute little dance while you stir the pot on the stove because you are just adorable!

About ten seconds into him filming, Lucifer appears in the doorway with quite the stern look on his face. You know, the one that comes right before a “MAMMOOOOOON” and strikes fear into the heart of all those with functioning eardrums. That one.

He opens his mouth, presumably to tell y’all to shut the fuck up, but then there’s a lull in the music and the eldest can hear your voice ever so slightly above the song’s vocalist and he freezes.

Man stops in his tracks like someone just smacked him in the face with a midair volleyball.

Asmo can be heard stifling a laugh behind his phone.

Lucifer’s face gets so soft and he almost, almost, loosens his metal-rod-through-the-ass posture before you notice him and give a little wave and ask if you and Asmo were being too loud like the considerate darling you are.

Lucifer clears and his throat and says something like, “No, you aren’t. I was just coming to check on how dinner is coming along,” and leaves, after which Asmo immediately presses the post button.

Screenshots of Lucifer’s heart eyes for you go absolutely viral because every demon on Devilgram goes absolutely feral for seeing the eldest demon brother lose his dignified composure. It becomes a meme template. “Get you someone who looks at you like Lucifer looks at MC” and “me at the delivery demon when he shows up with my spicy bat wings” posts become commonplace. (Asmo thinks the memes are totally worth getting strung up with Mammon for laughing at them.)

Mammon:

Much like Lucifer, you and Mammon end up going viral off Asmo’s Devilgram. (Noticing a pattern here?) 

He pulls a silly prank on your asses and honestly I don’t know how you fell for it. But hey, they say “idiots in love” for a reason, so...

You and Asmo are sitting in the common room of the House of Lamentation just chillin. Well, he’s chillin, you’re on the floor studying for an upcoming exam.

The video starts in the middle of a conversation you and the avatar of lust were having.

“No, Asmo,” you say. “Mammon and I don’t use pet names for each other.” Now that’s just a darn lie, and every demon and crow within ten miles of Mammon and you together knows it.

“Really? I find that very hard to believe, MC.~” 

You sigh in response to Asmo’s teasing. “Okay, he has a lot for me but I’m just not much of a pet name person, y’know?” The rest of the exchange goes like this:

“Oh, I totally get it.” *pause* “Hey MC, what do human world bees make again?”

“Honey.”

Cue a sheepish Mammon sticking his head in the doorway at the bluntness of your tone when you answered Asmo.

“Yeah, babe?” he looks like a puppy left on the side of a highway oh my god hUG HIM-

Asmo turns the camera back to his smug ass face and in the background you can be heard tripping on the damn carpet trying to get up and hug your mans. (”MAMMON GET OVER HERE SO I CAN HUG YOU” “W-WHAT? I THOUGHT YA WERE MAD AT ME?!?!?!?!”)

Leviathan:

Streamer Levi? Streamer Levi.

You guys go viral the first time you make an appearance on one of Levi’s weekly (insert cool Devildom streaming service name here) streams. 

It’s completely unintentional. You had been asking him for weeks to play with him on there, but he’s the avatar of envy after all. He doesn’t like sharing his partner, even if it’s with random strangers who have no real access to you.

However, he has his stream on a Thursday instead of a Friday one week, and you come into his room carrying dinner because 1) You didn’t realize he was streaming and 2) No matter what he was doing, the boy needed to eat. It wasn’t unusual for you to bring him dinner, so you had no idea why he was blushing and stammering even more than usual this time in particular. Boy was speaking in beached whale trying to tell you what was wrong.

Then you notice his screen. Oh! “Hi chat!” You wave, setting Levi’s food down on his desk in front of his keyboard. “M-MC!” He full-on whines, slamming a hand over his mouth afterwards when he remembers his viewers could hear that.

Honestly, they’d meme the fuck out of him if it weren’t for the fact that they are FINALLY SEEING HIS HENRY!!! THE MYSTERIOUS MC!!!

Chat is bombarding you with questions while you make Levi eat dinner. And by make him eat dinner, I mean literally feeding this man forkfuls/spoonfuls while he games because you love how flustered he gets when you do that. 

Does it impact his score? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really when you’re pampering him like that.

You start answering chat’s questions about you while he’s chewing so he can’t tell you to stop LMAO-

You’re a natural on stream. The VOD becomes the most popular on Levi’s account in a matter of hours and soon cute highlights compilations of you and him on that stream start making the rounds on Devildom Twitter.

Satan:

There was buildup to Satan going viral, similar to Levi in a way. 

Satan does have a Devilgram, but it’s basically a white woman’s Instagram with added book reviews for variety. Unless you’re a reader his account is pretty boring: candles, books, fireplaces, and cats.

However, after you two started reading together fairly often he began posting pictures of your legs draped over his while you sat together. They’d always be captioned with vague ass pretentious literary criticism. 

This goes on for months, and he gains a lot of (horny) followers after the leg pics start up. He doesn’t really get why but you both joke that it’s because you have some damn nice legs and I mean neither of you are complaining about the new following.

You two go viral when he finally shows your face, entirely by accident.

The post is a video, which is already strange for him and grabs attention. In it, you’re scoffing and reading an excerpt of a book, mocking its understanding of female anatomy.

“I’m quoting here, Satan: ‘her breasts bouncing around like giant pacmen.’ I’M SORRY?? THAT ISN’T HOW BOOBS WORK SIR. WHY ARE MEN ALLOWED TO WRITE?” 

(fun fact that is a very real quote from a very real book I really read last month pls save me)

Originally the camera is focused on your body, with your head out of frame to protect your privacy, but your righteous anger made Satan laugh. Like, a real laugh. The one that makes you and everyone in earshot wonder if he truly was never an angel cause he sure as hell laughs like one but anyway-

When he threw his head back, his DDD angled up just a tad without him noticing, and your face was in view for like .2 seconds. Screenshots of it are making the rounds on Devilgram almost immediately: FINALLY THE LEGS’ OWNER HAS BEEN FOUND.

Satan apologizes profusely but you honestly find it funny and you two opt to just start taking selfies while reading with both of your faces in them from now on. 

Asmodeus:

I’m gonna be real with you: you and Asmo go viral all the time. Pretty much everything Asmo posts can be considered viral because of his social media following and his status as one of the seven avatars of sin.

However, there are some fairly cute highlights to be pointed out among the times you were both featured in a post that blew up.

Your favorite is probably that time Asmo livestreamed on of you guys’ ‘Nail Nites,’ as you call them.

You’re both on the floor, doing your nails and kicking your feet back and forth while talking to chat. A lot of the questions are about your relationship, and there’s a lot of flirting back and forth between the two of you.

A particular clip of the stream does blow the fuck up on Devilgram, though, when someone screen records it and posts it with a bunch of heart emojis edited over it.

“’What colors do you think best describe each other?’ Ooo, that’s a good one, chat!” Asmo claps his hands together excitedly, making sure to be  careful of his nails.

Pretty much everyone expected you to say pink, but you surprised both your boyfriend and your viewers when, after a pensive few moments, you replied with “Hmm...probably yellow or orange.”

“Can I ask why, darling?” Asmo tilts his head in confusion. I mean, yeah, those colors look good on him, but he doesn’t wear them often so he’s wondering about your thought process. 

“Well, in the human world those colors often represent happiness, optimism, and positivity. You’re always the cheerful presence I need in my life when things get hard, so you have the vibe of those colors.”

Asmo proceeds to burst into tears and hug you, messing up both of your nails and prolonging the stream since you both have to start over. But neither of you particularly care. 

Fun fact: Asmo has the clip that demon made of that portion of the stream saved on his DDD and watches it whenever he feels sad.

Beelzebub:

Beel and you probably go the most viral out of everybody. Like this moment is an entire phenomenon across the Devildom internet. 

It’s a video, or well, multiple videos, taken at the end of a Fangol game that Beel’s team had just won. Everyone is cheering and going crazy, yourself included, and you just really wanted to congratulate your boyfriend.

So, like the rational person you are, you elect to climb up onto the railing of the bleachers and wave to get his attention. 

You were absolutely fine up there, and sat all comfortably motioning Beel over to you. He notices, of course, and jogs over, standing right beneath you and looking up. (Back where you were sitting, Mammon is screeching like a hyena in heat and Belphie, who is laying down, has one eye open to glare at him. The youngest knows Beel would never let you hurt yourself; you’re fine.)

A bunch of assorted demons at the game has started filming while you were sat atop the railing since you were rather noticeable. Therefore, there’s a shit ton of different angles of the adorable events that follow:

You slide off the railing, landing right in Beel’s waiting arms bridal style. You’ve got this brilliant smile on your face as you pull his helmet off. None of the DDDs filming can hear it over the crowd noise, but Beel asks you why you just went through all that trouble and you tell him it’s because you wanted to tell him how proud you are.

Soft boy’s chest puffs up and he smiles this big cheesy smile at you reach up to run a hand through his hair. You feel him practically purr at the contact, and with a laugh you pull him in and plant a big ole smooch on him.

The crowd, at least those of them that can see, scream. Everyone is running high on adrenaline and happy emotions; something that cute causes a ruckus!! When you pull away Beel proceeds to put you on his shoulders and you celebrate with him and the rest of his team.

The videos of you two being adorable go completely viral and there are some threads dedicated to stockpiling every single angle taken of the event. Beel is completely oblivious to the attention but you have a lot of them saved on your DDD.

Belphegor:

If you think Belphegor has any sort of social media presence whatsoever then you are sorely mistaken. (Well okay he actually does run some anonymous troll accounts to meme on Lucifer’s posts but that’s neither here nor there-)

Therefore, naturally, you two go viral off of Asmo’s Devilgram. 

Okay so someone in the obey me tag the other say headcanoned that Belphie will go out of his way to nap in ridiculous places and my brain really took that and RAN WITH IT.

So what happens is that Belphie will fall asleep in the fucking weirdest places. I’m talking on top of the fridge, underneath the dinner table, on top of bookshelves...you name it, he has slept there, no matter the effort it takes to get there in the first place. 

And, ever since you two started dating, you would join him. Sometimes it involved putting yourself at risk of great bodily harm, but the little smile he gave when you he saw you fucking scaling the countertop to reach him made it worth it.

So anyway, since Beel adores the both of you to no end, he takes pictures whenever he sees you two napping together, whether or not it is in a crazy place. He sends these to the family group chat because he thinks they’re adorable.

Over a span of weeks to months, Asmo has built up a stock of images of you and Belphie cuddles up in seemingly impossible places. Once he has about ten or so, he posts a compilation of them to his Devilgram with some cheesy ass caption like “The things we do for love <3″.

They become a meme SO QUICKLY. Like UNBELIEVABLY quickly. 

The picture of you and Belphie sleeping on top of a bookshelf, in particular, is a big hit. Memes abound.

“If my girl doesn’t climb up a bookshelf to cuddle my ass, she don’t love me.” “Get yourself a partner who scales bookshelves just to be with your ass.” Etc etc...Belphie doesn’t give a shit but you laugh at a lot of them so he sees that as a good outcome.

#IM SO HAPPY TO HAVE FINALLY WRITTEN THIS #obey me #my writing #obey me headcanons #obey me x reader #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeus #beelzebub #belphegor #posts

[introloves]

anon: okay so i just went through (the entirety) of your bokuto tag and lemme just say, boxer! bokuto??? yeah top tier. you just KNOW that every time he wins he wraps that medal round your neck and makes you watch in the mirror as he uses it to choke you and keep your head up and eyes on his while he absolutely rails you. shit after fights you’d look just as bruised as him.

— boxer! bokuto + marking + choking + pain + possessive! bokuto + overstimulation + size kink + bokuto calls reader ‘puppy’ + cream pie + f! reader

— word count; 2k

— boxerverse! bokuto: one shot no. 2

he’s trembling, high strung with the adrenaline that still hasn’t left him. it’s funny seeing him whine for your attention, someone so big and muscular like him looking absolutely destroyed when you give him a stern look against his kisses.

it’s so very apparent in the way he handles you that hes looking at you to help him come down.

“bo, calm down.” you pant, trying to push his hands away, its a futile attempt to keep his wandering fingers away from your pants. its like he’s magnetized to the waistband of them, digits twitch when you slap them down.

he’s big, strong, a finely tuned machine built for taking hits and giving them back like a bullet but your rejection makes him pout.

there’s a twist of pain in your chest when he gets like this, but he needs to rest.

despite everything, he acts like its just been another day, but it hasn’t even been two hours since his last fight. theres a bruise painting his lip, another one against his brow, red splotches litter his sides and stomach but he shakes your prying hands off thick wrists, fingers hooking into your waistband and pulling them down to your thighs. he looks up at you with the biggest puppy dog eyes ever. waiting for the okay he knows is inevitably going to come.

“fine, but if i see you wince, we’re stopping.” you sigh, smiling at the absolute beam of teeth and curled lips he gives you.

he’s so fast, peeling off every bit of clothing you had worn tonight. he had to have you, needed it like he needed that win.

a win that he already has, now he just needs you.

you cant deny that his excitement isn’t making you wet, he’s like a god above you, vying for your attention and body. he was truly glorious tonight, muscles taut and coiled as he bounced along the white canvas. biceps curled and ready for his opening to land one of his signature right hooks. he takes every hit against his body like it’s nothing, completely unfazed by his opponent. at one point during the match he taunted them, dropping his arms and baring his teeth, just waiting for the fight to truly get good. it makes you squirm, he could be so intimidating, watching like a predator for any opening, any hole in the opponents defense.

your body flushes in memory of watching him land that final hit, he sees the way your thighs squish together. groaning at the thought that your body was responding to his advances, surely knowing by memory how good he fucks you.

your bo always looks so strong and powerful. no matter where he is, whether he’s fighting or when he’s trapping you against those strong arms.

it makes you sigh at the pure determination he’s dripping in, rolling your eyes as he gives you a once over, wiggling his eyebrows at you, torso stretching to reach something from the bedside table, canines flashing as he shows you his newest trophy. its a devious look, proud eyes glinting down at you.

you feel that you can read his mind, about to tell him that, no you won’t fuck him while he’s wearing it, but he lowers it over your head, giving you a bigger smile as the heavy and cold metal lands right between your tits.

“that looks real good on you.” he finally says, abs contracting with the pangs of arousal crawling up his neck. he flinches just a bit at the soreness there, he’s a little more beat up than usual, but hides it well. if there’s anything he needs other than rest, its to fuck you dizzy.

he thinks he might be a total meat head with just how much he likes the image of you wearing something he worked so hard to win, a primal heat licking at the arousal also flaring inside him. you’re really truly his, bokuto can see it in your eyes, regarding him like hes strung the moon up in the sky.

you belong to him, just as he does you. just like that shiny medal you’re wearing.

the bed creaks under his weight when he leans down to kiss you, hand grabbing your face, keeping you right where he wants you. tongue immediately slipping past your lips, pulling a cute whine. he’s sloppy with it, teeth bumping against your own, spit trailing down the corner of both your mouths. when he pulls away, your eyes cross to watch the string of spit connecting the both of you.

he swipes his tongue out and catches it, mumbling something when he sees you reach for him.

“sit back.” you realize he says a little late, snapped out of the haze by the gentle tap of his index finger against your cheek.

koutarou makes a show to peel the rash guard he was wearing under his shorts off. his creamy, muscled thighs finally grace your vision. it makes your body temperature rise several degrees at once, the hot flash only encouraged when you see his dick lying pretty against his thigh. you reach for him, but the advance is stopped by his hands, he doesnt say anything but grips your wrists a little tighter.

your gaze moves from his purpled knuckles up to his eyes, the amber there looks just a tad bit cooler and you immediately know it’s going to be a bad day for you tomorrow.

“want you on your tummy.” bokuto states, and you listen.

waiting for his hands to grip your hips, but he lags just a little. turning your head to look at him you ask if everything’s okay,

“you remember our safe word?” he inquires, and you nod, blanching just a little. his words send a prickle of fear down your spine, you suddenly feel very vulnerable and exposed.

“well, what is it?”

bokutos hand comes down to grip your shoulder, huffing against your ear. theres a small pull there, bringing your shoulders back to meet him halfway.

“j-juice.”

he’s right there, waiting for the last syllable to leave your lips, poking the head of his dick against your cunt. it leaves you breathless, smooth, velvet skin leaving a wet trail of precum right on your clit.

it makes you exhale out a high pitched keen, unable to stop it from tumbling out a little louder than expected.

the whine has him purring, humming out a, “good girl.”

there’s nothing in the world that you can compare the way he splits you open. the first stroke is always careful, makes sure youre nice and relaxed, wet enough to take him. you always are of course, how could you not with the way he holds you, pulling you back by your shoulders, making your back bend as much as it can, the twist of your body like that makes for a real tight squeeze, feels like the already limited room inside your cunt is cut back to an absolute zero.

it should hurt, but you’ve taken him enough that hes practically carved the shape of him into your pussy.

he has you nice and compliant under his hands, head thrown back to leave the most fucked out sounds of pure ecstasy rattle through your lungs and into the room.

he can feel the chemistry, something akin to electricity, between the two of you. if he could form into words what its like when you lean agasint him, completely trusting him to take care of you, to make you feel good, he’d fill a book up- and pocket it to reread over and over.

bokuto releases you, letting your shoulders fall forward gently before reaching around and pulling the, now, warm metal from between your body and the bed.

it catches you by surprise when he gives it a tug, the silk cutting into your prominent veins, making you go weak and dizzy.

if you couldn’t think or talk before he was doing this, you definitely weren’t going to be able to while he was.

your hands find the pillows above you for leverage, biting down onto your lip when he begins a brutal pace against your hips. hes pinned you down onto the bed with his mass, not even letting you arch your hips to give him better access to your cunt.

“ghh, kou- kou feels good.” you cry, taking an index finger into your mouth to bite, theres not a spot on your body where you dont feel him, so big above you, you can feel the press of his dick in your throat.

“i know it does puppy.” he grits out, still biting back the pain that each brutal contact against your body brings him. hes got the stamina, the sweat hes broken out thus far isnt too bad, but the position and the way hes taking you- hand still holding onto that precious medal- is taking a toll on him.

he knows he needs to make you cum fast.

and knowing his sweet baby, the way to do that is to rough you up just a bit. it’s real endearing.

the silk burns just a little when he shifts behind you, making sure to keep a good grip on it- you dont connect the dots of what hes preparing to do, not until he pulls back.

you’re mid scream before he cuts you off, tears forming in your eyes against the rasp and wheeze of your breathing. the tension around your throat isnt forceful enough to cut your oxygen off completely, it just leaves you wheezing and gives you a nice haze to your vision.

you’ve tensed up completely, knees locking, hands gripping the pillow above you for dear life.

the reaction from you makes him shake, you can feel the stutter of his hips, hearing the high whine leave his throat, he powers through it. he clashes his teeth together and snarls, blinking back stars when he speeds up.

“c’mon, cum. cum for me, puppy.” bokuto grunts.

its not like you to not listen, as soon as his words leave his mouth, you’re closing your eyes.

you’ve gone limp for a second, and bokuto truly fears that hes overdone it, he drops the grip he has on his trophy, about to stop everything, but then your tremors start.

your legs, still pinned down between his own, shake. he sees your cute little hands slap the pillow and swallows deeply. you’re silent- but he can hear the echoes of moans that want to leave your throat thanks to your open mouth and head that’s thrown back. it takes you two seconds before you seem to flicker back to life,

“ghhhh, hhhh! koutarou, kou!” his name is the first coherent thing that leaves your mouth, and he swears there’s nothing better. he cant compare you to winning a match, knocking out his opponent in a KO- because seeing you like this, hearing you scream his name like that would win every time.

he’d like to comment on how eagerly you’re milking his cock, but the pulsing of your cunt around his fat, big dick does him in.

there’s no time to pull out, wasn’t planning on it anyways, but the squeezing of you againts him, leaking your cum down to the base of him, wetting his pubes with you, also leaves no room for it.

it’s obscene, the squelching sounds of his pistoning, cumming cock, creaming your insides white, all the while pushing it out of your cunt with every thrust.

it splatters against your ass and his thighs, white globs of it stick against the two of you while he rides out the throbbing. there’s nothing more satisfying than filling you up, a deep tingle nipping at the base of his skull when he thinks about his cum kept warm in your cunt.

this is what finally tires him out. the tremor and twitching of his strong arms visible when he reaches down and pulls his limp dick from you, he saves you the pain of his weight crushing against your already fragile body by plopping down beside you, you jump up on the bed with the force of his weight collapsing beside you.

the sticky heat is no match for his eagerness to hold you after it all. you slot against his front easily, almost completely dwarfed by his frame.

“‘re you proud ‘fme.” he slurs against your neck, trapping his thigh between your legs. he shivers when he feels the mess of his own cum smear absolutely everywhere.

your hand comes down to rest over his arms, protectively secured around your torso.

“always. i love you so much.” you whisper back, voice just a tiny bit raspy and sore.

“mm, loveyoumore.”

he’s out before you can count to ten, hearing you say that puts a smile on his face while his breathing evens out behind you.

you take the lightest of touches to the bruises on his knuckles, your koutarou truly was something else. while he sought out your validation, you basked in the glory and security of someone as grand as him holding you tight.

#bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto smut #haikyuu smut #haikyuu bokuto #bokuto koutarou smut #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #bokuto x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!! #smut #one shot #requests #boxer! bokuto #jax celebrates 5k! #au

[spenciegoob]

Dethroned (Requested)

A/N: I know the request said the relationship between Reader and Luke is platonic, but I kinda dropped subtle hints that Luke is slightly pining for Reader... oop.

Request: smutty post-prison Reid being jealous. Like him just being absolutely in love with reader, like he had been since she joined the BAU but was too nervous to say anything so settled for being mega close best friends. Then when he returns from prison he finds out that her and Luke have become close friends whilst he’s been gone (its simply platonic though) and he ends up snapping and just absolutely annihilating the reader over her desk in the office after everyone else has left

Pairing: Post Prison!Spencer x Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: jealous!spencer, exhibition, hair pulling, degradation/praise, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink

Masterlist

Word Count: 3.9K

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It was a gradual realization on his part. Spencer was so overwhelmed with coming home, his mom and Cat to even really take notice in the shift of your attention from him to Luke Alvez.

It wasn’t like you completely ignored him since his return. You were Spencer’s best friend, the title he settled on all those years ago when you all but skipped into the BAU and into his life.

And it wasn’t like you didn’t have other male friends. Before his leave, Derek and you had gotten along pretty well right off the bat, and Spencer never thought about it twice. If anything, he was ecstatic that two people that were so important in his life were also important to each other.

But when Spencer was stuck behind physical bars that represented every feeling for you he’s tried to keep at bay, you found comfort in Luke. He couldn’t blame you for that either, especially when the first time you visited him all he could see was hurt in your eyes, and all he could do was stare back with the same expression.

The first time he noticed the shift was after everything had settled, and the groove of life, for the team at least, was back in motion. You all had decided to go out and grab a drink, and the second you agreed, Spencer was also on board. He would follow you just about anywhere if it meant the smile on your face when he said yes stayed forever.

Luke had whispered something in your ear, the music in the bar too loud for Spencer to catch what it was. It had to be hilarious by the way you threw your head back in laughter, Luke’s eyes immediately dropping to the newly exposed skin, before nudging his shoulder with yours. 

Spencer couldn't keep his eyes off the conversation in front of him. He should have when the grip on his glass was so hard it could’ve shattered. 

“You know, kid, if you talked to her, she’d know how you feel,” Rossi had told him that night.

“That’s exactly why I can’t,” Spencer thought in his head, but merely gave Rossi a whatever, and walked away to the bathroom. He stared at himself in the mirror that night, hoping the disgust he felt for how angry he got whenever he saw you with Luke was enough to make it disappear.

It never did.

Like right now, Spencer sat at his desk, a rubber band ball being suffocated in his hand as he watched you perch yourself on top of Luke’s desk. It was an innocent act on you part, but the way Luke leaned back in his chair, opening himself up to you, and allowed his eyes to flicker to your bare legs that were swinging back and forth softly was definitely not innocent... not in Spencer’s book anyway.

It came as no surprise to Spencer that Luke would at the very least find you attractive. You were, in every aspect. Spencer could stare at your for hours, and sometimes, he did.

He would look at the way your skirt hugged your curves in the best possible way, or he would stare at your neck when you leaned back to stretch out. He would watch the way you crossed and uncrossed your legs, a nervous habit you’ve always had. Spencer would think about how soft they probably were, like silk rubbing against each other.

But now Luke was also looking at you like that while you talked about what you were going to do this weekend. 

“If you’re not busy, you should totally come,” you told him, obviously excited with the idea of Luke tagging along to wherever you planned on going.

“Yeah, I think I can make that work,” he agreed, and when he did, you jumped up off his desk, enthusiasm practically dripping from you.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, I promise!” And then you did the one thing Spencer silently begged you would never. You kissed Luke on the cheek before scurrying back to your desk.

Of course you would kiss him on the cheek. To you, that was a seemingly innocent and friendly action, one that Spencer had been on the receiving end of for the past 10 years. 

But now, Luke stole his crown and was flaunting it in front of Spencer’s face like an older brother who just got an XBOX for Christmas. Okay, maybe Spencer was a tad on the dramatic side, but how could he not be when Luke all but physically railed you over his desk when his eyes unashamedly did?

There were many things Spencer could take and get back up like nothing had happened. He’s been shot, punched, kicked, framed for murder and hell, he even stabbed himself, but none of that compared to the deep rooted anger that blossomed in his chest like a flame to gasoline when the thought of Luke touching you swarmed his brain.

Enough was enough.

“Alright, you’ve all worked enough today. Please, go home and get some rest,” Emily’s voice traveled from outside her office door to the agents that still inhabited the bullpen like a second home. Most, including Emily in its rarity, gathered their stuff to finally call it a night.

“So, you’ll text me the information?” Luke asked you as he was putting his jacket on. You had yet to move from your slouched position over whatever paperwork you insisted on finishing before leaving. 

“Yeah, definitely!” You beamed up at him before returning back to your case file immediately. Luke walked away with a little more pep in his step than usual per Spencer’s analysis. 

“Hey, Spence. Do you think you can hang back a second and look over this for me?” You asked him, catching the attention of the stumbling genius as he tried to get back to his apartment as fast as possible and deal with his... issues with you and SSA Luke Alvez.

He was going to say no, really he tried, but when he looked up to your puppy dog eyes and slight pout, how could he? Spencer knew you were giving him that face on purpose, he had told you in the past that if you were to ever give him your best puppy dog eyes, he could never refuse.

Now it was coming back to bite him in the...

“Uh, yeah, sure.” Spencer made his way over to your desk that was piled high in paperwork more than anyone else’s.

“I took a bunch of work home, and I accidentally dropped all my files and they scattered every where. So now, all the paperwork is mixed up and Emily needs these by tonight. Basically I’m screwed, but I just wanted to make sure the arsonist in Kentu-”

“I’ll help you,” Spencer interrupted your rambling once he got a grip on himself after adjusting to being so close to you. The smell of your perfume wafted into Spencer’s nose and got him drunk faster than any alcohol could ever. 

“Oh no, Spence. Don’t worry I can handle this,” you immediately shut him down, but Spencer was not easy to convince, and once his mind is set to something, there’s no changing it.

“I want to, trust me.” Spencer had started to roll his desk chair over to you. You sat there momentarily stunned for two reasons:

1. He had dropped everything to help you.

2. He wasn’t affected by the close proximity of you two the same way you were, or at least knew how to hide it really well.

The buzzing of your phone on your desk pulled you from your trance as Spencer settled next to you and went to pull a new file from your overgrowing pile. 

You picked it up to find a text from Luke, opening your phone to a picture of Roxy enjoying the toy you got her last week.

Spencer turned to you to find you smiling and letting out a breathy laugh at your phone.

“What?” He asked, more sarcasm dripping from his tone than expected. If you noticed, you didn’t say anything.

“Just Luke and Roxy. I love that dog so much,” you said while putting your phone on silent and setting it face down. You didn’t look up at Spencer, but if you did you’d find him beet red with anger, and holding the armrests of his chair a little tighter than necessary. 

“Hm,” was all he mumbled in response. This, you didn’t ignore.

“Is something wrong? You really don't have to do this with me,” you fumbled over your words, worried that your clumsiness and disorganization was what was annoying Spencer.

“No no, it’s not this. I like paperwork, actually.” You finally looked over at Spencer to find him already staring at you. His gaze bore into you like a blade to the gut, his intensity something you had never been on the receiving end of. It would be a lie if you were to say it wasn’t making you nervous.

“Then what is it.” Your words were not meant to come out as a whisper, but with Spencer’s intimidation and the way it made your stomach flip, you were overwhelmed already.

“Nothing, just, uh,” his confident persona was gone just as quickly as it came. “You and Luke, huh?”

Now it makes sense. You couldn’t help the small smile that etched across your features at his unknowing admission. Spencer Reid was jealous, actually jealous.

“Yeah, he’s a great friend.” Your emphasis on the word friend did not go unnoticed by Spencer, but he couldn’t stop himself from letting the words crawling up his throat out.

“I’m sure he thinks the same about you. The profile in this case fi-”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Two can play at this game, and if it was going to end the way the two of you were unknowingly both hoping, you would have to succumb to the rules.

“Hm? Oh! So you’re oblivious to the way he looks at you?” Spencer spat back, jealous intimidation turning to full anger now.

“Jesus, Spencer. Of course I’m not oblivious, but that doesn’t mean I look at him like that.” At this point, you stood up from your chair, Spencer’s approach throwing you off and getting you more worked up than you cared to admit.

“Besides, I have eyes for someone else,” you mumbled quietly under your breath, but Spencer caught it. “I’m calling the night. I suggest you do the same.”

You picked up as many files you could, not wanting to reach over Spencer before turning around to make you descent home.

Before you could get far, though, Spencer grabbed your elbow and spun you back to crash into his hard chest. You gasped, not making eye contact and instead opting for staring at his lips.

“Who?” Spencer asked, also not looking up from your lips. Both of your minds swarmed with the desperation to feel each other’s against your own.

“You.” And that was all he needed to finally succumb to his mind’s wishes. Your lips moved together like a violin bow to a string, creating a perfectly conducted symphony of files falling from your arms and deep inhales of each other.

Spencer reached out behind you, never taking his lips off yours and pushed anything that was on your desk with a deafening crash. Pens, papers and tape now littered the bullpen floor, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when all you could feel were Spencer’s hands gripping your waist as he hoisted you up to sit you on your now clear desk.

His lips finally detached from yours, the need for oxygen getting in the way of a kiss you wish could last for eternity. They didn’t go very far, Spencer attacking your neck with little nips, surely to leave incriminating bruises. Your hips started to involuntarily roll forward, searching for friction from his hardening member still constrained by his work slacks.

“Spencer, please,” you begged, needing to feel him, all of him at this moment. His lips abandoned your neck to slowly pull back and scan your body like a predator indulging in his final prey one last time before he answered.

“Please what, Princess,” Spencer whispered, his hands moving down to grip your thighs that were attempting to squeeze together at your new pet name.

“Please, fuck me,” you whimpered back. His deep chuckle resonated through you as he leaned closer until he was directly next to your ear, his hot breath fanning down your neck causing you to arch your back slightly.

“Right here on your desk like a little whore,” he whispered against you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. Spencer shook his head slightly as he pulled back to grab your chin lightly with two fingers, forcing your head back.

He leaned in as close as possible to whisper against your lips one last time. “Only for you.”

Time stopped as hands sped up in a frenzy to rip each other’s clothes off, lips molding together like a lock and key never wanting to separate, and hips involuntarily grinding against each other in search for some friction in an overwhelming search for release.

Only when Spencer gave up on your shirt buttons and ripped the fabric apart, adding drums in the form of buttons hitting the desk and floor to the song you two collectively decided to dance to tonight, did he allow his lips to leave yours. Slowly, he nipped his way back down your neck, pushing you back softly until your body fully rolled down on the cool wood underneath you. 

Spencer’s eyes found yours again as his hands inched behind you, silently asking for permission to break down yet another barrier between your two bodies. After a pleading whimper from you, he unclasped your bra and slowly pulled it down your arms. 

Spencer maintained eye contact as he wrapped his mouth around your nipple, swirling his tongue around the peak before sinking his teeth in teasingly. Your back arched into him, a strangled whimper leaving your body as the heat between your thighs increased significantly.

“Spencer please hurry. I need you,” you whimpered softly, pulling his hair back from the top of his head in hopes of getting him in an area far more dire in need of attention. 

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted this?” Spencer mumbles in between kisses inching back up your body. His hands make their way under your skirt as he continues. “I want to take my time with you, but given our circumstances,” he paused to take a look at the deserted bullpen. “I’ll give you what you want, and fuck you like a whore.”

There was no other way to explain the way Spencer ripped your panties off so hard the lace snapped under his force than animalistic. He wasted no time stuffing them into his back pocket, and fully separating from you to stand straight and unbuckle his belt. Spencer’s eyes stared down at you, taking in every part of your body to file away in his brain in case he ever needs it. His once honey brown orbs were now absorbed with black, his pupils full and his eyes displaying a kind of fire only lust can fuel.

Once his belt was fully off, he smirked and folded it in his hands. Staring at the new object of his desire, he tantalizingly shook it back and forth slowly, watching the way it bounced with his movements.

“Should I gag you with this so you don't alert the whole goddamn building of how desperate you are?” Spencer looked back at you to find your cheeks a deep shade of red, partially at his degrading tone, but mostly at the idea of being gagged.

“No, sir. I wanna feel you.” The title slipped past your lips with no control or hesitation. Your cheeks burned further as Spencer’s movements stopped, his eyes widening slightly. 

“Fuck it,” he whispered before throwing the belt on the floor and unzipping his pants with more speed than you've ever seen him move. 

Spencer gave you zero time to even register his size before he was stepping in between your legs, lining himself up and slamming into you to the hilt with one hand, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling back hard, all while never taking his eyes off you.

You couldn’t stop the loud gasp leaving your body as Spencer groaned at the feeling of you around him.

“God, you’re so fucking tight, Princess,” he grounded out, the soft growl in his tone causing you to whimper and clench around him.

When he felt you start to squirm underneath him after adjusting to his size, Spencer started to move, setting a brutal pace immediately. Your entire body felt like it became engulfed in flames, the feeling of Spencer repeatedly hitting the sweetest spot inside you over and over with a force unmatched was too much to handle.

Tears started to well in your eyes as the soft whimpers and pleads left your lips. Spencer pulled himself from his position tucked neatly into your neck to stare down at you, never relenting on his pace.

“What’s wrong, Princess,” he teased, a smirk growing across his features at your tears. “Is it too much for your little cunt? What happened to the girl that begged to be fucked like a whore?”

Spencer let go of his grip on your hair to wipe the tears blackened with mascara that were running down your face. 

“So good, sir. Please don’t stop,” you mumbled, only half coherent. The only thing you could focus on was the feeling of Spencer filling you completely. His dark eyes flickered down from your face only for a second, but when he looked back up at you, excitement joined the lust in them, a swirl of emotions destined to destroy you in the end.

Spencer grabbed one of your hands that was gripping his shoulder, nails digging into the skin and leaving marks he wished would last forever. He placed in on your stomach, and confusion filled your mind for a moment until you felt the tip of his cock hit your hand.

“You feel that, Princess? You feel how deep I am? I’m gonna fill you up.” Your back arched, and you finally released a loud, wanton moan at his words. Spencer didn’t miss the way you clenched around him tighter at the thought. “God, I’m gonna fill you up with my cum, make you - fuck- carry my child. Make sure everyone knows who you belong to.”

You felt the knot in your stomach growing tighter with each word, and when Spencer lifted one of your legs into the crook of his elbow, hitting you impossibly deeper, you knew you weren't going to last much longer.

“Oh G-god, Spence. I- I’m gonna....”

“It’s okay, Princess. I’ve got you,” he groaned back, lifting two fingers to your lips before forcing them into your mouth. Instinctively, you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked on his digits. “Let go, Princess.”

All you needed was his permission before letting your orgasm rock through you, the muscles in your body seemingly losing and gaining all the tension in the world at once, your vision going white, and your mind blank except for one thought; Spencer.

Your loud moans were blocked by his fingers pushing deeper down your throat, catching them before any unwanted guests could hear. 

Your moans started to turn to whimpers around his fingers as the overstimulation kicked in. Spencer could sense it by the way you still clung to him as tightly as possible.

“Fuck that’s it. You’re doing so well, Princess, taking all of me,” he growled out, his hips losing their rhythm, signaling his own impending orgasm. Spencer leaned down further, pushing your leg farther up in the process, and again, hitting you deeper than imaginable.

Two more sloppy thrusts in that position, and Spencer was coming deep in you with your name and different praises being groaned in your ear. He bottomed out once more, coming to a stop buried deep, both of you trying your hardest to catch your breath.

When he started to pull out, you whimpered immediately at the feeling.

“I know, sweetheart. I’m almost done,” Spencer whispered, caressing your cheek as he fully unsheathed himself. The abandoned weight of him on top of you, and the loss of his cock filling you up left you cold as he went to rummage through your drawers for tissues, but all you could do was stare up at the lights hanging from the ceiling, your body still slightly twitching.

When Spencer returned to you, he sat you up and kissed your forehead before reaching in between your legs to clean you up. The second the tissue hit your sensitive cunt, you winced.

Spencer looked back up at you but before he could say anything, you cut him off.

“It’s okay. I’m okay,” you reassured him, smiling softly as you reached up to caress his cheek. Upon your approval, he went back to cleaning you up. “Actually, I’m more than okay. That was.. That was-”

“Yeah,” he said, chuckling slightly and shaking his head. “I know, right?”

“Maybe we should thank Luke,” you teased him. Immediately, his smile faded and he looked up at you with an expression that can only read “Seriously?”

You let out a full laugh now, obviously still entertained with the idea that the Dr. Spencer Reid was jealous of Luke Alvez.

“I’m joking,” you said, your smile turning from one of hilarity to adoration as Spencer straightened back up to stand between your legs and wrap his arms around your waist. “And Spence, it’s always been you. Not Luke, not anyone else. You.” You emphasized your point by jabbing a finger into his chest.

“Good, because that would make this really awkward,” he said back. You tilted your head in confusion to which he laughed at before continuing. “Do you want to go grab dinner?”

Your cheeks blushed profusely as he asked you out as if you didn’t just let him take you over your own desk at work. 

“I would love to say yes, but I still have to finis-” When you turned around to look at the pile of paperwork you had yet to complete, it was no longer on your desk, but scattered around it. During the rush of trying to feel each other completely, the two of you failed to notice the stack of files that started this whole thing had fallen all over the bullpen floor.

“Emily is going to kill me,” you said, turning back to Spencer who was still staring at the now empty spot on your desk.

“Actually, she has two reasons to kill us now.” You threw you head back in laughter, Spencer joining you at the thought of Emily finding out about the last 30 minutes. “But seriously, you go deal with the security footage, and I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Hmmmm...” You pretended to ponder the thought of not having to do all of that paperwork by yourself anymore. “Deal.”

“Deal,” Spencer repeated back, smiling softly before kissing you one more time.

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