#it was just alarming and I'm already trying to get our brain to not be weird about staircases

[thethingything]

world's 2nd hottest guy almost falls down the stairs. again

#thoughts #personal #🍬 post #vent post #I was carrying a bunch of laundry and couldn't grab anything and instead had to opt for trying to fall forwards #and hit my arm on the bannister. but this is better than falling backwards down the stairs 👍 #it was just alarming and I'm already trying to get our brain to not be weird about staircases #because I know the stuff that got triggered earlier is also the kind of stuff that makes our brain start bringing up that source stuff

[d3adp00ls]

Omg what if Vanessa x reader where they are married and they have a nice slow day where they are on ther periods or something and are super clingy and touchy and make cake or something

Heart To Heart

Vanessa (fnaf movie) x reader

Summary: See request

Contents: Pure fluff like seriously I’m single and writing this shit made me feel lonely, periods, so that means talk of blood, Vanessa is literally me in the beginning, food fights, attempt at baking, tickle fight, kisses, i want someone like this.

Word count: Go to McDonalds and ask for a double quarter pounder with fries and chicken nuggets with bbq sauce, the cashier should then tell you what the word count is.

side note: I got carried away ngl and now it’s less of a period fic than it is just a goofy fluff fic and I’m sorry about that anon 😅if you don’t like this one feel free to request another period fic and I can definitely try again. ALSO, I WAS LISTENING TO HEART TO HEART BY MAC DEMARCO ON REPEAT WHILE WRITING THIS, AND ISTG THAT SONG MAKES ME FEEL THINGS!!

Side note #2: I hate cake…I STILL WROTE ABOUT CAKE THO CUZ I KNOW HOW TO MAKE IT (kudos to my older sister for teaching me when I was younger)…but I hate it it tastes like dirt with frosting on it I never liked it. ALSO AS YOU CAN SEE HOW USED MY BIG BRAIN AND REALIZED I COULD NAME THE STORY AFTER THE SONG I PLAYED ON REPEAT LIKE A GENIUS.

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The warm sunlight poured in through the windows, casting a gentle glow over you and Vanessa as you snuggled in your shared bed. Your bodies were entwined beneath the soft covers, and as the light stirred you awake, you nuzzled your face into Vanessa's chest. She responded by pulling you closer and resting her head on top of yours. Just as you were about to drift back to sleep, a loud noise jolted you both awake. With puzzled expressions, you sat up and looked at the bedside table where the noise was coming from.

"Did you forget to turn off your alarm?" you asked, watching as Vanessa reached over to turn it off.

"I must have," she groaned, hitting the alarm button to silence it.

You got out of bed, ready to start your day. Vanessa watched as you gathered a towel, one of her oversized shirts, and some comfortable clothing before she spoke up.

"Where are you going?" she asked, still sounding sleepy.

"I'm going to freshen up, I feel like I've bled all over the sheets," you replied, your voice slightly hoarse from just waking up.

Vanessa hummed in response, rearranging the sheets you had been lying on. She looked up at you with a concerned expression.

"There's no blood, my love," she reassured you, causing you to smile at her thoughtfulness.

"Still, I think it would be best if I shower now," you said with a hint of amusement. Vanessa moved to sit on your side of the bed and reached out for you to come closer.

"Please, can you stay in bed a little longer? If you happen to bleed, I'll clean it up," she pleaded, her voice still muffled from burying her face in your stomach.

"I don't want to get up right now," she whined, and you couldn't help but giggle at her adorable pout.

"It's already 12 pm, love. We've already missed half the day," you reminded her, causing her to groan.

"So what? We've worked hard all week, we deserve these few days off," she argued, crossing her arms and looking at you with a defeated expression.

"That's true," you agreed with a soft smile. You took a step back, causing her to let go of you, and she pouted even more.

"But you know what else is fun to do when we're both on our monthly cycle?" you asked, a mischievous glint in your eye.

"What?" Vanessa grunted, her arms still crossed.

"Taking a shower and baking a cake with the person you love most," you said, watching as her eyes widened in surprise.

"But if you'd rather stay in bed all day, that's fine too," you added with a shrug, before turning and walking towards the bathroom. You could hear Vanessa rustling around in the bedroom before she ran after you with a cheeky smile.

"I thought you wanted to sleep in," you teased, looking at her playfully as you took off your shirt.

"I wanted to sleep in with you. Plus, I don't want to leave you alone while you shower," she said, giving you a kiss on the cheek before undressing alongside you.

"Oh totally," you replied with a laugh, turning on the water in the shower.

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"Okay, so now we need four room-temperature eggs that have been separated," Vanessa calls out to you as you grab the eggs from the counter and a bowl.

"Wait, separated? Do you mean in different bowls?" you ask, looking at the eggs and the one bowl you had taken out.

Vanessa laughs and you look up at her, confused. She shakes her head with a smile and puts down the baking book she was reading from before moving to stand behind you.

"No, my love, separatied means separating the yolk from the egg whites. Can you hand me an egg?" she playfully whispers in your ear.

You hand her an egg and she stands next to you, cracking it against the counter and separating the yolk from the egg white by passing it between the two shells until only the yolk remains.

"See? It's not that difficult," she says with a smile, breaking you from your trance. You return the smile and say, "Yeah, I've got this."

As you continue to separate the eggs and put them in the bowl, Vanessa moves around the kitchen, preparing the other ingredients.

"Done!" you exclaim, looking at Vanessa. She curses under her breath and you drop the empty egg shells in shock. Vanessa had accidentally dropped the flour on her head while reaching for it on the top shelf. You cover your mouth to stifle the laugh that wants to escape as you watch her.

"Baby, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was just excited to do this right and-" Before you can finish apologizing, Vanessa throws the rest of the flour on you, causing you to gasp in surprise. You stand in shock as she laughs.

"Nessa! What the hell?" you exclaim, surprised. Vanessa continues to laugh as you grab one of the egg yolks from the counter and smear it on her face. She stops laughing as you rub the yolk on her face, then wipes it away to look at you with a playful glare.

"Now you're in trouble," she says, grabbing the rest of the yolks and smushing them on your face. You groan and wipe the yolk off, spitting out any that got into your mouth.

Vanessa continues to laugh as you complain about the yolk in your mouth. She runs to get towels and two glasses of water before returning and handing you a towel. You wipe your face and apologize for laughing, then pick up one of the glasses of water and pour it on Vanessa's head, causing her to gasp and close her eyes.

"Y/n!" she shouts, and you laugh as you run away. Vanessa wipes her face with her sleeve before chasing after you and tackling you onto the couch.

"Hey, stop! You're going to get the couch wet and dirty," you say, laughing as she tickles you. Vanessa finally stops and walks away for a moment, giving you time to catch your breath. But before you can, she comes back with the other glass of water. You try to protest, but she throws the water on you before you can finish. You groan as she giggles and says, "Now we're even."

"Let's go finish this cake," Vanessa says, laughing as she walks back to the kitchen. You call out that you'll get her back and fall back onto the now-wet couch, not caring if it gets any dirtier.

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You lay snuggled up against Vanessa on the couch as an old romance show played on the television. She had her arms wrapped around you as you picked at the remnants of cake on your plate, gazing absentmindedly at the TV. Vanessa's lips snapped you out of your daydream as she planted a soft kiss on your head, causing you to smile and look up at her.

"Hi," you say with a smile, and she smiles back before nodding towards the plate in your hand.

"Are you going to finish that?" she asks, and you look down at the plate before shaking your head and playing with the plastic fork.

"Nah, do you want the last bite?" you offer, looking back up at her. She nods eagerly, and you hand her the plate.

"Can you feed it to me, though?" she asks with a mischievous glint in her eye. You raise an eyebrow, wondering what she's up to, but ultimately nod and move to straddle her. As you hand her the fork, she grabs your leg and pulls it over her waist, holding onto your waist as you lean down to feed her the last bite of cake.

"This is extra, you could have just taken the plate from me," you comment, slightly annoyed but unable to hide your smile.

"I know, but you look cute when you're flustered," Vanessa teases, smirking up at you. You playfully roll your eyes before planting a quick kiss on her lips.

"Let's go shower now," you say, trying to get up, but Vanessa's grip on your waist tightens.

"One more kiss," she pleads, and you sigh, knowing she won't let you go until you comply. You give her a tight-lipped smile before leaning down to give her another quick kiss, but she surprises you by deepening the kiss, her tongue exploring your mouth. You moan against her lips as you taste the cake on her tongue.

As the kiss intensifies, you feel Vanessa's hand move from the back of your head to rest on your cheek, and she breaks the kiss, her thumb lightly tracing your bottom lip. You catch your breath, looking down at her with a dazed expression.

"Do you still want to shower?" she asks with a playful glint in her eye, and you shyly nod, hiding your face in the crook of her neck.

"But we should take one together to save water," you suggest, your voice muffled against her skin. Vanessa hums in agreement, her voice teasing as she replies, "Sure, just because you want to save water."

You can't help but smile against her neck as you lift your head to look at her with a mock serious expression.

"Vanessa, that's gross. We both have our periods," you say, feigning disgust at what she was suggesting. But Vanessa just shrugs, not fazed by your comment.

"So what?" she replies with a smirk, and you can't help but laugh at her nonchalant response.

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Tbh idk if this is short or long but I can tell you it sucks ass but I’m so fucking tired with school and shit I got lazy at the ending and I’m so sorry abt that 😭 I promise future fics won’t be this ass.

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[irisintheafterglow]

alright @mididoodles since you're so determined to absolutely annihilate my psyche every time you press post, here's wonderwall hockey player!satoru x skater!reader

it couldn't be that bad to go a little later to the rink, right? right?

wrong, so very wrong.

on top of sleeping through your alarm, you couldn't find your skate guards after you carelessly tossed them on your desk the night prior. you ended up having to wrench them from your dog, nearly dropping your car keys in the trash in the process. by the time you were through the double doors and shivering against the frigid air, someone's already occupied your usual timeslot. sure, it was a free skate before doors officially opened, but years of going to the same rink established that you were the one on the ice at the asscrack of dawn. the ticket sellers knew it, the zamboni drivers knew it, even other skaters knew that you had first claim. everyone was aware of your seniority, it seemed, except for the lanky hockey player swinging pucks into a net on the far side of the ice. you lace up your skates and pray for him to leave, grimacing when he doesn't and hopping onto the rink anyway. if he hit you with a puck, the lawsuit would certainly pay for your next program's costume.

you tune him out the best you can and try to ignore the way his muscles stretch against his compression long sleeve, something much too light to be wearing for a typical hockey player. you don't skate close enough to see his face, but the corded muscle on his back was enough to have your face heating. his hair was nearly the same color as the ice, and he flipped it back every so often to get it out of his face. in another world where you weren't sharing the rink with him, you'd have found yourself with a little crush on him. the music in your earbuds isn't enough, however, to drown out the sound of the stick hitting the puck over and over and over again, not to mention the times when he misses the net and the puck ricochets off the walls of the rink. your jumps become messier than usual, as are your spins, and you can only accredit it to the other occupant of the rink. after barely a few minutes of trying to share and run through your drills without using half your space, you give up and make to leave. you'd just have to come back tomorrow and hope he wasn't there.

"hey, wait! i was just leaving," a vaguely familiar voice calls to your back. it's melodic and incredibly confident, borderline arrogant. "sorry i stole your spot; i have a game tonight and i wanted to get some extra practice goals in before class." the crunch of skates sprinting across the ice and power-sliding to a halt floats into your ears and you look at the perpetrator from the corner of your eye, turning fully to look at him when your brain clicks into place who he is. "oh, shit!"

"satoru?" he mirrors the surprise in your tone, throwing his head to the side with a lopsided smile as he states your name tenderly. "oh my god, what are you doing here?" your mouth breaks into a grin, grateful to be free from the scowl you were wearing a few minutes prior. your eyes flick down to his lips as his tongue runs absentmindedly over a sparkling canine.

"i had to come in a little earlier than i usually do; i didn't know that it's during the time you're here. it's really good to see you," he says warmly and you feel your face warm. "you went pro, yeah?" you nod, casually leaning a shoulder against the plexiglass walls of the rink. he crosses his toned arms across his chest and you fight the urge to stare. it's rude to ogle the arms of your childhood crush turned hot hockey player bad boy, you scold yourself. "how's that going?"

"mmm, i just got back from russia a few weeks ago. holiday intensives and such."

"wow, that's incredible. not like i'm surprised, though. you were always the best skater in our group."

"not true. i had to use you as a walker a few times when we were first starting out," you remind him and he laughs at the memory. "you made me hold your hand while i shimmied around the perimeter."

"and you asked if i was born with skates on my feet, i remember."

"how's suguru?"

"he's great. he's usually here with me but i couldn't drag him out of his house this early in the morning."

"in true suguru fashion, really," you joke. you feel like you're seven again, staring up at satoru's bright blue eyes absolutely lovestruck. he still makes you feel butterflies, even over a decade later. "you said you had a game later?"

"yeah, here at 6:00. you should come if you're free. watch me kick ass on the ice for old time's sake."

"i'll do my best. i'm meeting a new ballet teacher who's coaching us on musicality later this afternoon."

"i don't know what any of those words mean," he states plainly and you snort. "i never understood your world."

"and i never understood yours," you confess. "yet, here we are."

"here we are, indeed," he murmurs, looking at you with an expression you've never seen on his face before. it has your heart racing like an idiot. "well, i'll let you have your rink back. thanks for letting me borrow it." he carefully steps past you and heads for the benches, throwing back his snowy hair in a way that has you gripping the edge of the wall for stability. it takes all of your willpower to keep your voice from shaking.

"i'd say come use it anytime, but i am very protective of my timeslot." he sends you a smile over his shoulder. holy shit, were his shoulders always that broad? and was he always that tall? was he always this fucking hot?

"i'll respect it, though i might pop in to watch you skate. you're mesmerizing, you know?"

"careful, any more sweet words and i'll think you have a crush on me." the words slip from your mouth faster than you can stop them and he looks at you curiously, and you'd be lying if you said he didn't look amused at your jab. you'd learned to flirt from him, after all.

when he's slipped out of his skates and re-approached you, you're barely tall enough to look him in the eyes. "it was good to see you," he murmurs.

"feeling's mutual." he's close enough that you can smell his shampoo and you resist the urge to touch his undercut.

"i missed you." his three words have you feeling weak in the knees and slightly breathless. "a lot." despite the chill, you feel your palms start to sweat.

"i missed you too."

"keep your eyes on me tonight?" you roll your eyes at his familiar, comforting self-assurance.

"like i would look at anyone else." his eyes are sparkling and time seems to slow down to a honey-covered crawl. "what number should i be watching?" he cracks a mischievous smirk, shrugging and walking to the exit. you're speechless on the ice until he turns back a final time.

to tell you that his number is your birthday.

I CALL WRITING THE GAME I'M GONNA WRITE THE GAME I WANNA WRITE THE GAME SOON I JUST FEEL SO AWKWARD WRITING WITHOUT ANY FIRST MEET/CONTEXT

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[fl4r3z]

𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙿𝚒𝚎

Sypnsis: You're horny for Satoru in class, so he helps you out.

Warning: Smut, smut w/ plot, cum, quickie, Satoru comes inside you, Dom!Satoru, fem!reader, desk fucking, skipping class, MDNI blank and ageless blogs will be blocked, both Satoru and reader is on legal age, you're horny for Satoru.

NSFW BELOW

You were awoken by the sound of your alarm going off, it was just the start of the day and you were already stressed. You lazily got up from your bed to turn your alarm off, you left your room to quickly make breakfast to boost your body. After munching ever so slowly, you heard your phone ring.

"Satoru"

It was your boyfriend, you hastly picked up your phone to answer his call.

"Are you coming to school today?" Satoru questioned you.

"I didn't wanna but we have our tests today, and i'm also going just to see you" You corresponded.

"You love me so much (name), i'll see you on campus" Before you could even responded, Satoru has already ended the call. You sighed and went up your room to get dressed for school.

After what felt like years of dressing up, you finally headed out your apartment. It was dead silent outside, except for the continuously honking vehicles and the vehicle machines. You already felt tired just by walking through the side walk.

You finally reached your campus and slowly went up to your locker to unpack your overly heavy backpack. You opened your locker and saw your boyfriends reflection on the mirror.

"Hi (name)!" Satoru greeted you with his usual smirk and his voice sounds like he's teasing you.

You hurridly put your items inside your locker to properly talk to him.

"Satoru, did you study for our tests? i didn't have time to re-"

"I told you that you shouldn't have gone to Yuji's party, you're trying to pull your marks up right? focus on your studies love." He cutted you off. With that tone of his voice, you felt the heat creep up between your legs.

"Well..I did explain to Nobara and Yuji but they forced me to go either way! and plus I THINK i still have some stock knowledge inside my brain.." You probably said that too loud cause the whole hallway looked at you. How embarrassing. Satoru felt like he was about to burst out laughing until the bell rang.

"Well let's see that 'stock knowledge' of yours" He winked at you. You honestly felt the heat rising up once again as you felt butterflies in your stomach. You two went to class together and sat down next to each other.

As soon as you sat on your chair you already felt lonely as you were separated from your dear boyfriend even though he's just 2 feet away from you. You were a quite needy and clingy type if they'd let Satoru to describe you within two personalities. Even if the bell has rung, the instructor was no where to be seen.

About 10 minutes had pass, the school instructor was still yet not to be seen, the other students were talking about how there would be no classes since the instructor was never late. Satoru was getting quite bored so he turned to you to talk.

"Oi (name), i'm bored" Satoru blurted out.

"Hopefully there is no classes for today...i really just wanna go home and sleep peacefully next to you" You released a sigh.

"Hopefully there's classes today, I wanna see you suffer with the test." He snickered then giggled. He wasn't really that mean, he just sees that seeing you suffer turns him on...he won't admit it, but he loves seeing you release a sigh after another and another. He absolutely wants to mess with your mind so bad that he'll literally just fuck you until your mind goes dumb.

"Are you serious? You really wanna see me suffer?" He swears that he could hear disappointment in your voice after you spoke. If you were gonna be honest, hearing Satoru's voice makes you wanna edge or masturbate until you cry out of pleasure, so him saying that he wanted to see you suffer badly makes you really, really wet. You probably just don't know, but your boyfriend already knows how soaked you are underneath your skimpy little skirt. He's just waiting for the perfect time to go to somewhere else private to fuck the shit out of you.

But you know what? He didn't wanna wait anymore, he grabbed you by your wrists and stormed out of the room. You both were practically running in the hallway until you saw your Instructor walking in the hallway. You both went for the opposite direction to avoid getting scolded.

"Satoru! What is th-" He covered your mouth and shushed you waiting until the instructor went inside a room. You both raced to the nearest empty classroom.

"What are we doing?" You asked Satoru demanding for an explanation. He cutted you off by pinning you to the tables edge and kissing you. It was all of the sudden and your body had no time to react, so you started grabbing his sleeves for support.

"Mmnh.." He could tell that you were really enjoying this kiss.

He pulled away leaving a trail of your conjoined saliva. He then twirled you to face the table and bent you over. Now you absolutely found that hot. You were an absolute blushing mess.

"Look at how wet you are (name)..." He put his thumb over your clothed pussy to feel your wetness. He then started rubbing his thumb causing you to release a shaky sigh.

"Isn't this what you wanted (name)? You were practically begging for this..." He moved your panties to the side and pushed his digits into you causing you to moan. Your dreams were finally coming true, Satoru was about to fuck you. He added another finger and started moving it in and out of your pussy, you were so wet that it made loud squelching noises.

"(name) your pussy is clenching so hard on my fingers, it makes me wanna feel you clench on my cock aswell.." And with that he took his fingers out, you felt empty without his fingers inside you. But that would be temporary since you heared him unzip his pants behind you.

"Satoru please..."

"Please what darling? Use your words.." Obviously he was teasing you and you already felt embarrassed.

"Please...please just..fuck me.." You were about to die of embarrassment but then you felt a smack on your ass.

"As you wish (name)." He didn't even give a warning and slammed inside you causing you to moan insanely loud, Satoru then stuffed his fingers into your mouth to keep you from being heard. He only inserted his cock and you already felt dumb.

Satoru started moving his hips which made you release anorher moan, it vibrated through his fingers as it was inside of your mouth to keep your volume low enough for both of you to hear.

After some while, he increased the pace and went faster making you moan after moan after moan. It felt so amazing being fucked by Satoru.

"Mngh..S-satoru..i'm close..!" You felt yourself spasming as he continued slamming inside you.

"Come for me (name).."

After about a minute you orgasmed and so does Satoru. You both were panting and was out of breath.

"God, (Name) you felt amazing.." He said laying another sharp slap in your ass.

"Let's fix ourselves, we're definitely in huge trouble."

"It was worth the trouble to be able to fuck you" Satoru smirked at you and headed out the classroom.

Satoru Gojo really is a big tease.

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[willowedwisteria]

Ok so starts out as sagau imposter au, you've been chased out of all of the regions and now end up in snezhnaya, and childe captures you (being that your completely exhausted and just want this all to be over with). For your crime of impersonating the creator, youve been sent to the fighting pits, where fatui would train (and sometimes fight to the death).

Many fighters are eager for the chance to kill you, and whoever deals the final blow will gain a promotion, so you'll have to face multiple of them at once.

You get given some rusted armour and a dull blade to defwnd yourself but the odds are hopeless

This is basically a glorified execution and all of the fatui will come to watch, including the harbingers and the tsaritsa herself.

The fight starts and through your divine powers and teyvat willing you to be alive, you're just scraping by. Luckily, each fighter wants to be the one to kill you, so they begin taking each other out. However your luck doesn't last as when you attempt to block a heavy blow with your sword, it shatters. Desperately sprinting around the arena, looking for any useable weapon, something whisks past your hair. A weapon is lodged into the ground just past you

The arena almost stops as your eyes track where it came from and you find yourself staring at the tsaritsa icy gaze. Completely indecipherable, you dont know if she intended to kill you with it or took pity at how pathetic you looked.

Now the tsaritsa is an archon, and i headcanon her weapon to be huge scythe, that literally no-one can wield due to the immense strength and power required to hold it.

Now picture the entire arenas suprise when you just pick it up

Alarm bells start ringing in everyones heads, and the harbingers go to stop the fight, but the tsaritsa stops them. She wants to see how this goes on.

The fight starts back up, and your still on the back foot, although now you have a chance. You're still heavily outnumbered, and you've never fought before, but maybe you can do this.

But you keep accumulating cuts and bruises, hit after hit. You may have a powerful weapon, but your lack of training shows until you are disarmed.

Your killer has a sadistic grin on their face, and as they bring their sword to your neck, you can't do anything but close your eyes and wait for the end.

But it doesn't come.

Opening them you find your attacker completely frozen in place, the entire arena in fact has been frozen.

Except for you.

The tsaritsa descends to you, and you begin thinking that she wanted the honour of killing you. But there is nothing but kindness in her eyes. She can see your gold blood, the warmth eminating from your chest, the way your eyes hold stars, how could you not be our creator?

The exhaustion catches up with you and you start to collapse, only for cold, soft arms to grasp you and whisper "Don't worry my dear, you are safe now."

Apologies if this was a little long, my brain just kept writing lol, also i am kinda new to writing and genshin, so this cam out as a half-fic half-brainrot lmao

-Rapid anon

It's okay, I'm honored to have such an ask after a long time.

The fact that you can carry such a thing is already a sign that you have to be either, very powerful (which you should have some kind of experience from training that you obviously don't have) or an archon, someone who's a pacifist and has never wielded a scythe.

A scythe is a weapon very hard to master on the spot, so maybe some leverage could be given.

I'm surprised people continued to fight you. Imagine, someone actually WIELDING a blade that is used by an ARCHON. Something so sacred that you, somehow, can control. If I was anyone of the fighters, I would run.

I wonder why the Tsaritsa hadn't stopped the fight. If I had this all mighty powerful weapon and it was in the hands of someone who was supposedly a criminal, I would try and get it back as soon as possible.

The fact that she had dragged this one means that she maybe already had her suspicions. I'm sure some of the harbingers would have noticed as well, maybe even changing their minds about you.

The Tsaritsa owes you a lot for bringing you through such a thing.

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[thekinkyleopard]

Snzfire of Hostility

Part 3 out of ?????

An AlxKoxNai Snz Series

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Force Induce, Public Tomfoolery,

degradation, smut

Description: Draeko is the fresh meat at College, new in town, and at first the jocks Alistar and Kanai, don’t find much interest in him. Until they find out he’s rather a little factory of entertainment and fetish gold. What will become of them all?

Author’s Notes: I hadn’t forgotten about this series Im just brain dead LOL but here we go for Chapter 3! @aller-geez owns Kanai and Draeko. She also did the lovely cover art! ����

Draeko was running late to volleyball as he sprinted down the hallway with his gym bag loosely slung around his shoulder, panting with a strain against his breath. "Shit shit shit..." he groaned, truthfully he only had himself to blame. He set his alarm for pm instead of am, easy mistake for most to make if he hadn't been up all night drinking with his new best friend, and dormmate, Levi. Bursting through the gym doors loudly, everyone turned to gaze upon him, including his least favorite tormentors, Alistar and Kanai.

The elective was taking place inside today per the email, there was a nasty storm brewing outside. So far the day started with an intense wind and then the second Draeko arrived, it turned into a heavy downpour. So walking into the gym he was a little more worse for wear than usual, sopping wet and frazzled from rushing.

With a sheepish smile, Draeko attempted to regain his composure and avoid the piercing gaze of Alistar, specifically. Kanai didn't go out of his way the way the red head often did. He headed straight for the locker room, hoping to slip in unnoticed. As he hurriedly changed into his gym attire, doing what he could to dry off his pink and mint mop, he couldn't help but feel the weight of their impatience burning into his soul as the gym was quiet, even from how close his locker was to the entrance door.

Squaring his shoulders, Draeko stepped out of the locker room and entered the awaiting gymnasium. His coach, Coach Leonard, was already halfway through explaining the morning's activities to the rest of the participants when Draeko had interrupted, so he pained them all by starting over once the hybrid joined them. Draeko quietly made his way to a vacant spot at the back, trying to blend in with his classmates. "Scuse me sorry...."

Coach Leonard paused for a moment in the middle of him starting over, glancing at the mutt with an arched eyebrow. "I'm glad you could join us, Draeko," he said, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm adding insult to injury, as if the hybrid wasnt aware of the rhythm he had thrown off.

Draeko's cheeks flushed crimson as he mumbled an apology. "Sorry, Coach," he replied with a softened, shy voice. The man could only shake his head and direct the rest of the students to their places. As they each stood on their respective teams, Draeko on the other end of Al and Kanai, feeling extremely targeted.

"Hey Nai, Look at our favorite little muse, he looks like he's going to explode from shame," The red head taunted, loud enough for the hybrid to hear it. Whom flushed ear to ear, furrowing his brows. "He's so cute when he's flustered," the crimson eyed demon continued to tease and snicker.

"Alright enough gab boys, get to playing!" The coach interrupted the obnoxious interaction to get the three focused back on the reason everyone gathered here today, and every other day of the damn week. The game went on rather normally for the first few rounds, before Alistar saw an opportunity when Draeko was misplacing himself.

The mutt had turned around to walk toward the backened positions and the crimson eyed demon tossed up the ball, jumped and spiked it straight into the other's ass. Drae let out a strangled cry, falling to one knee from the sure pressure of the ball against him. His ass was sure to be redder than his face was at this point, he turned and scowled. "Hey!" classmates giggling, the coach too busy staring at his phone to give a shit. The mutt wanted vengeance. Snatching the ball up he looks over and gets into position, his teammates nodding knowingly.

Draeko kneeling at a crouch with his arms holding tight to the ball he narrows his gaze and before he could throw the ball upward, a large, loud, piercing alarm goes off, and the gym doors lock. "W-Wha!?" Draeko and the rest of everyone in the gymnasium looked around in horror.

The blaring sound of the alarm reverberated through the space, its shrill tone cutting through the air like a knife. Panic began to ripple through the students as they turned to one another, their eyes wide with fear and confusion. "Alright, Alright everyone, don't panic, let me call the front office, everyone hang tight," The calmed professional padded at the class with his open palms. His unbothered demeanor seemed to bring a relative calmness to the rest of the students and everyone broke off into groups, Draeko standing awkwardly against the wall.

It wasn't long before Alistar pressed his back against the wall, his gaze intense and ravenous as he looked at the mutt in front of him. His eyes were filled with hunger and desire, his body language betraying his eager anticipation for what was to come next.

Draeko tried his best to ignore Alistar's beating presence, focusing instead on the chaotic scene unfolding before him. Some students huddled together, whispering anxiously, while others paced back and forth, their agitation palpable. The blaring alarm continued to echo through the gymnasium, filling the air with a sense of unease.

Alistar's voice cut through the clamor, his tone dripping with malicious amusement. "Hey there little bumble bee, anyway I can get a buzzzzz?" he sneered, inching closer to Draeko. "I've missed playing with you~....those little sounds? Drive me crazy in the middle of the night when Im all alone~" biting his lower lip as he loomed over the other, dragging an index finger down Drae's gym shirt.

Kanai was standing close behind the red head, not directly looking at Draeko but more accurately, through him. Completely void of any real expression, per usual, it almost spooked the hybrid. More so than the red head. There was something almost ominous about it and that made his presence added against the crimson eyed bully, that much more intimidating.

Draeko lifted his gaze to meet Alistar's, his expression filled with defiance and a coldness that he hoped would hide the lustfilled vulnerability he felt. He refused to let the redheaded instigator see him falter, even though all he wanted was to crumble under his touch. What was happening to him? He couldn't pinpoint it, but as long as he didn't reveal his weakness to the ruby-eyed hellion, he would be safe. "Just leave me alone," Draeko replied, his tone now laced with a newfound confidence. Yeah, that would convince him. Though his constantly blushing face said otherwise.

Alistar chuckled darkly, circling around Draeko like a predator closing in on its prey. "Aweee, come on, don't be like that...I thought you liked our cocks in your mouth..." He started to play with the hem of the other's white gym shirt. "You seemed to really enjoy that the other day, We all had a grand time, didn't we?" The memory made Draeko's face flushed an even brighter red, his ears burning with embarrassment.

"I-! You! Be quiet!" He looked around anxiously, hoping no one had overheard their conversation. Thankfully, it was just the three of them, everyone else off in their own gossipy worlds.

"He isn't incorrect, Draeko, you did seem to enjoy yourself," Kanai chimed in, eyes empty, but he never turned down an opportunity to speak on truth. ��In fact, I distinctly remember you being very enthusiastic about it. Correct, Al?" The darker-haired man's attention shifted towards his closest companion.

"You would be right, Nai. If we hadn't been in a classroom, I wouldn't have been surprised if he had begged us to take turns," Alister said with a smirk, trailing his finger down Draeko's inflamed cheek. Drae felt his face burn with a heat so furious, he swear his eyebrows may singe off. Regardless, he did what he could to ignore the other's words, finding it to be a challenge. He couldn't believe they were discussing this in front of him, completely disregarding his presence. It was both tantalizing and nerve-wracking at the same time. What if someone overheard?

Draeko's voice quivered "S-Screw you both!" as he tried to keep his desire in check, cursing at the two of them. They were treating him like a toy, and under normal circumstances, that would have been insulting to most people. But the thought of being in such an intimate situation with these two men, their little play thing, made the hybrid break out into a sweat. Yet he still didn't want to give them the satisfaction of seeing him vulnerable or affected by their words, but he could feel himself getting closer to Al's prediction of begging for it.

Alistar couldn't contain his amusement, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he shot a sideways glance at Kanai. "Oh, trust me, I'm trying," he snickered, a small smirk playing on his lips. His eyebrows lifted suggestively, adding to the playful energy between them. Kanai knowingly nodded, tossing what might have been considered a side smirk, but too flattened to the normal eye.

Coach Leonard chose that moment to come over, interrupting the tension in the air. "Alright, everyone, we've got an update from the front office," he said, trying to bring some semblance of order to the chaos. "It looks like we may be locked in here well into the night, possibly the morning due to a hurricane passing through," the sound of collective groans filled the room, including Draeko's. They were all disappointed and dreading what was to come. What could he have possibly meant? They were going to spend the night locked in a gym with two men who wanted to tempt him into sin?

As the alarm was finally cut to silence, Draeko felt a wave of unease wash over him. He couldn't believe he was stuck in a locked gymnasium with Alistar and Kanai, the two people he had hoped to avoid all day. As if the universe was playing a cruel joke. His heart raced, his mind reeled, he tried to come up with a plan to get out of there without drawing their attention, but it would all involve scaling a 30ft wall. Impossible for him to do unnoticed.

Coach Leonard continued, "But don't worry, we're not completely stranded. We have food and water in the locker room we can share, as well as some sleeping bags and some of the other students have managed to find their phones. So we can keep in contact with the outside world and let them know we're okay." Immediately everyone was working to distribute the supplies. Draeko sighed deeply, knowing his fate was sealed in the form of an unwanted sleepover with not only a bunch of strangers, but those two demons as well.

The hybrid grabbed a sleeping bag that was handed out to him and stayed relatively quiet to himself, watching youtube on his phone while everyone chatted and entertained themselves. Coach Leonard was still on the phone trying to see if he could make better arrangements or get them all out before night fall.

Draeko's attention was drawn to the fiery-haired agitator, Alistar, who stood menacingly across the gym. He could sense Alistar's intense stare on him, analyzing his every move with a predatory hunger. Draeko did his best to ignore him, fixating instead on the constant flow of videos playing on his phone. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to pretend he wasn't relishing the intensity of Al's gaze. It was always on him, no one else. That wasn’t worth nothing.

Kanai remained hidden behind Alistar, occasionally shooting him knowing looks filled with blank amusement. Draeko could sense that they had something more devious in mind for this sleepover, and it would be no where close to an innocent night of snoozing. He just had to try and not theorize what those something’s in mind could be.

The gymnasium was filled with a mixture of chatter and quiet whispers while hours passed by with no rescue, as the students began to settle in for the night. Some had spread out blankets and pillows to make the best of the situation, while others paced nervously, anxiety rippling through their bodies.

Draeko had claimed a corner of the gym for himself, creating a cozy little nest to retreat to. He let out a sigh as he settled into his spot and attempted to get comfortable before two familiar men approached him, looking to disrupt him in his haven. "Nah Nah, pipsqueak, you gotta be in the middle, Nai can have the wall,"

"W-?! I was here first, asshole! I'm not moving!" Draeko let out a frustrated huff, tugging at the thin fabric of his sleeping bag in an attempt to cover his eyes and shield himself from the two.

The material was worn and threadbare, offering little protection against the harsh elements outside, let alone the large gym. He could feel the cold seeping through, trickling against his skin and making him shiver. But he refused to give in and face the two men that awaited him. Instead, he pulled the fabric tighter around his body, trying to create a shield against everything outside of it.

"Poor choice see because you move, or," the red head gripped the edges of the other male's bag and scooted him to his liking. "Be moved," Draeko popping his head back out with frustration and disbelief. The nerve of this guy. Kanai quietly, settling in now where the hybrid once had been. Alistar squeezing in on the other side so Draeko was successfully sandwiched between the two.

"Dude what the hell, seriously? And what is th-....Hh...H'ih..." the strongest stench started to overwhelm the poor mint and pink haired male once the two settled in tightly on either side. "Wha-...that...sme-hah~.." With his sense of smell now acutely assaulted, Draeko struggled to keep his breath steady and maintain what little dignity he had left. Between the two muscular men was an unmistakable odor - the same perfume their professor had been wearing the very first attack he had within their presence. Shit. Draeko's eyes immediately watered and he clapped both his hands over his nose and mouth to keep himself from giving into this man's horrible plan.

"Ah, don't play hard to get, I picked this scent out special for you, pup," Alistar smirked, "You know Kanai, he might be a tough nut to crack, but I have a feeling we're about to discover another delicious weakness he can't resist." The silent one raised a brow and curiously spoke outward to respond.

"What do you mean, Donnie? He seems dissatisfied with this treat, you said he would be very thrilled to smell us but he seems very, unstable," the hound was sitting upward, wearing the same spritz of stench that Al was and Draeko struggled to contain himself, his sinuses threatening to spill over. He couldn't hold back the tears that streamed down his mint and grey eyes.

"You're se-serious right n-now?" the hybrid whimpered and struggled to speak as the scent overwhelmed him. His nose stretched and twitched, he tried to hide from it by dipping back into his sleeping bag. Al only shot a snickering glance toward his best friend.

Alistar's deep, rumbling chuckle filled the air as he spoke, his voice carrying a dangerous edge to it. "Hide all you want," he taunted, his words laced with confidence and a hint of menace. "There's plenty to go around and really,” His eyes glinted with mischief, pausing for effect, almost daring the mutt to challenge him. "I couldn’t have asked for a better opportunity to make you our bitch….” Licking his teeth possessively as he glared over the mutt.

Draeko glanced around nervously, hoping that his situation would remain undetected. Alistar and Kanai had encased him between them, and he felt like he was being suffocated. His nose was burning from the overpowering scent that emanated from their bodies. He could feel his eyes dripping lines of tears down his cheeks, and his throat felt like it was closing up.

The mutt tried to stifle his sneeze, but it was no use. He glanced around the gym, desperate for someone to save him from this torment. Alistar looked on smugly as he watched Draeko struggle to hold back his sneeze. "Come on, Drae, let it out," he taunted. "It's not like anyone important is going to see you….”

"N-Never...." his face was turning red, not because of the building desires that threatened to boil over, no, but because of the sheer pressure of holding in his afflictions.

"Do it," the words fell off that crimson eyed man's tongue and the command alone, caused the hybrid to shut his eyes tightly to try and disobey, but Alistar only scooted closer. "Let go....give us control, Drae," sliding his hand under the sleeping bag material to find it's way to the hybrid's thigh. The flesh bare as his gym shorts rode up and exposed him. Kanai watching closely, almost taking notes at the way his friend spoke, noticing a distinct difference in the mutt when he did.

"I'm...H-h...HIH-..." Draeko's voice caught in his throat, stuttering and gasping as he tried to deny the overwhelming force that was threatening to consume him. His chest heaved with every labored breath, his body shaking from the effort of trying to resist. But it was no use, the weight of the looming sternutation was too much for him to bear.

"That's it; right there, come on, let go for me, pup," The red head continued to coax him, reaching forward grabbing his shirt and pulling him just a bit closer, almost into his own lap. "Don't keep me waiting like this..."

"H'GXTSH'ue! K'GNSH!! 'GXXCT!" Kittenish like stifled sounds erupted from his mouth, the mutt brought a closed fist up to his mouth, holding back the power behind each one, the pressure behind his eyes making him feel like his head could implode. Alistar growled slightly under his breath.

"Stop holding back on me or I'm gonna show this whole gym why you're my bitch," the green and grey eyed man looked the red head up and down, seeking a bluff but only finding a very serious expression written across the other's face.

Draeko's eyes widened as Alistar's warning sunk in, the constraint building behind his eyelids threatening to burst forth. He knew he couldn't hold back much longer, and he couldn't afford to draw attention to himself in any suspicious ways.

With a final, desperate attempt, Draeko reached out and grabbed the edge of his sleeping bag, trying to yank it closer to his face in a desperate bid for protection. But it was no use; the scent of Alistar's perfume still clung to him, and the other couldn't escape, especially when the red head snatched the material from his clutched fist.

Al's eyes narrowed as he watched Draeko's struggle, a cruel smirk playing across his lips. "You're gonna learn to do what I say," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "And you're gonna enjoy every single second of it,"

Kanai watched in fascination as his best friend worked to claim his ownership of their new plaything. Miss deeds as such always brought a fire to the hound's inner core, reminding him of his heritage and unlocking something feral within himself. "I dont know, Donnie, I’d lay punishment upon the pet for prolonging his submission, that’s just my interjection though," making his suggestion with an edgy, yet sarcastic tone. Alistar couldn’t help but chuckle at that, struggling thoughtfully.

Draeko however swallowed nervously, and still defiantly he scooted a mere inch away, but the scent of Alistar's cologne was now clinging to him like a second skin. Drae's eyes darted around the gym, searching for a way out, a way to escape the suffocating compulsions that threatened to consume him. He needed to find a way to break free before it was too late, before he gave in to the sinister games of the two alpha males.

But it was too late. Alistar and Kanai had already locked him in their grip, sunk in their claws, and they showed no signs of letting go. The hybrid knew he was in deep trouble. He had never felt so vulnerable before, so exposed, so powerless against the whims of others. "You're right, Nai, I don't think he gets just how serious we are..." looking around to notice most their classmates had fallen asleep and or, were to far within the now darkening gym to see them. He reached up, gripped the mutt by his neck and angeled his face upward. "I said, Sneeze,"

As the scent continued to waft through the air, Draeko's body trembled uncontrollably. His heart raced as he struggled to hold back in spite of them, but it threatened to explode from his nose and it was absolutely no use by this point. His body was going to betray him and he'd broken his resolve to hold back any longer. "Hh'NDTCH'iEW!! H'GtsHI'UE!"

The sneeze erupted from his nose like a geyser, spraying a cloud of saliva and miscellaneous mess across Alistar's eager face. Drae's eyes watered down flushed cheeks and his nose twitched uncontrollably as he tried to catch his breath. He winced while he felt his nose throbbing from the intense pressure that had released from inside; feeling a slight ounce of relief.

Alistar smirked, and he wiped his face clean with the back of his sleeve, hungrily staring over Draeko's swollen and reddened face. "See, that wasn't so hard, was it?" he teased. He then turned to Kanai, his eyes glinting with triumph. "I think our little friend has finally learned his lesson,"

Kanai tilted his head and his eyes scanned around the room quickly before he leaned in to the two of them closely. "I'm surprised no one bared witness to such an outburst," Drae's face slowly turned to look at the other hellion. Was he, taunting him? His cheeks flushed and he looked down at his own hands, now they were both in on it? Well…not like they hadn’t been but, the shameful feeling of them teasing him together? Brought butterflies to his stomach and he almost wanted to strangle himself for even feeling that way.

"Okay, dhere, you god wha you wanded ndow led me go do sleeb," struggling to speak with a clogged up nose after such a helpless session of sneezes, but the red head only chuckled.

"That was simply our warm up exercise, pet, but go ahead, get comfy in your bag....Nai, keep watch," the hound almost seemed disappointed by nodded regardless, he'd get his time in surely. His friend never left him high and dry. Draeko looked between the two of them and his brows fell again, this time more so with worry. What did they have up their sleeve? It was killing him.

He did as he was told, more frightened that there would be a scene made if he didn't, but also mostly, because he really hated denying himself the simple pleasures of submission.

Draeko carefully zipped up his sleeping bag, making sure it was secure and hiding him from the prying eyes of anyone who might pass by. He lay down inside, feeling the material scratch against his back as he settled into the tight space. A ripple of unease ran through him, but he knew that Alistar and Kanai wouldn't let anything happen to him - at least, not without their involvement.

The smell of sweat and cologne continued to fill the air, poking and prodding at his sensitive sensibilities. Trying to distract himself, he could hear the low murmur of their conversation as they continued to discuss their plans. Draeko could felt his heart rate slow down as he tried to adjust, but he knew that the temptation to sneeze would return eventually. Doing what he could to ignore the pounding in his head, but he knew that it would only worsen with time.

As the minutes ticked by, Draeko's body began to relax into his position, certain now that maybe the two were all talk, but as everyone began to slowly drift away, neither Hellion closed an eye. Drae's nose continued to twitch and prickle, things may have calmed down but the scent still lingered, too terribly close to him. Both men very much aware of this as well. Eventually, the red head and navy haired man alike slid themselves into the poor material of their sleeping devices. “Keep an ear out for any passerbys Nai..." he whispered amongst them, Draeko's eyes now shooting back open.

"Why cant you just leave me alone?" He sighed under his breath but the silence was so loud, they could hear him clear as day.

"Because you're far too delicious, pup, far too delicious…." he reached over and scooped the other's hips sliding their bags together, pulling the mutt tightly against his chest in a spooning fashion. "Now, why must you be so far? 'Mere," burying his face into the side of the hybrid's neck, it made it even more impossible for the other to resist the reaction to his scent now. Not only that, but he could no longer hide the delighted shiver that exuded his body when he felt Alistar pushed up against him. "Oh? You like that?" The red head teased.

"N-No don'd be....ridigulous...." Draeko stuttered with a roll of his eyes, but the blush on his face, and the racing of his heart, spoke otherwise.

Draeko couldn't deny the heated presence of the redhead against his back, their bodies molding perfectly together as they pressed against each other barely separated by the fabric of their bags. The scent of Alistar's cologne seemed to be multiplied now, filling Drae's senses and making it impossible for him to focus. Even so, he tried to keep his distance, both physically and emotionally, failing miserably.

The serpentine length of Alistar's arm curved around Draeko's waist, tugging him closer. The hybrid felt the other man's breath on the side of his neck, and felt the gentle brush of his lips against his sensitive skin. Draeko's body froze, his breath catching in his throat as the warmth from Alistar's lips spread like wildfire across his body.

"You know you want this, pet," Alistar whispered, his voice low and seductive. Draeko's eyes adjusted to the dark, they looked up and met Kanai's gaze, an empty quizzical stare like he was always being acutely observed by the man.

"A-And whad if I do....?" The words escaped him without permission, he clasped a hand over his mouth, Kanai almost smirked reaching for it and pulling it off him.

"Then give me what I want...and I'll return the favor," the red head nipped, and slid his tongue across the mutt's sensitive ear lobe, causing another delightful shudder to take over the course of Drae's thin frame.

Draeko's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. He had prided himself on his independence in the last year, his ability to resist temptation and maintain control over his own desires. But now, faced with the undeniable allure of Alistar and Kanai, he felt his resolve crumbling. "O-okay...." The whisper was as faint as a ghost, almost undetectable to any untrained ear, but did not go amiss amongst the demons.

Alistar's lips trailed down Draeko's neck, leaving a slew of hot kisses in their wake. The hybrid's breath hitched as his body responded instinctively, arching closer to the touch. The rational part of his mind screamed for him to resist, to hold onto what little autonomy he had left. But the pure pleasure coursing through him drowned out the voice of reason. "I knew you were eager, but this badly? My little toy...what a pleasant surprise...now give us what we want," bringing a hand up in front of the other’s face to brush and tickle his index just below the other's nostrils.

Kanai watched the scene unfold with an intense gaze, his eyes filled with lust and desire. Without a word, he reached out and gently brushed a lock of hair away from Draeko's face. The touch was surprisingly tender, a stark contrast to the raw intensity radiating from Alistar. Drae could feel his desires rising, a mix of intense longing and the need to break free from the strong scent of the men with hungry eyes.

In that moment, he hitched, his breath catching like a ball in his throat as if it were suspended there by invisible threads. It felt like the world had stopped and all that existed was this single, fleeting moment. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath, each inhale feeling like a gasp for air. His eyes widened as he tried to process what was happening, the weight of the moment heavy on his shoulders. “H-h…Hih…~” The scent only got stronger, only weighed heavier on his sinuses, his head fell back against the red head, his mouth widened and eventually, out it came.

Surfacing that persistent tickle from the bowels of his desperation to keep it under wraps, he let go of his chains and allowed himself to sneeze. Kanai bringing a hand up to cover the other's mouth, avoiding himself becoming collateral. "Hh'NDGSH'UE! Hihh'TSH'hiew.." he tried his best to keep it down but the anguish of the sound filled the air and reverberated against their eardrums, every wall in the gym seeming to echo and amplify the noise, drowning out any pretense of silence.

Draeko's eyes flew open, his face flushed and his breath heaving as if he had ran several miles. Alistar and Kanai, excited by the ferocity of the sneeze, the red head trickled his fingers delicately up the mutt's shirt, touching his bare stomach with cold hands. Drae shivered, biting his lower lip and whimpering gently.

"Look at that, Donnie," Kanai chuckled, a foreign sound from the otherwise quiet man, his voice low and husky, "Cracked like an egg…..did I say it right?" He looked over at Alistar, his eyes shining with self pride finally catching on to the other’s sarcastic demeanor with his own flavor and style.

"Cracked indeed," Alistar agreed, his own voice thick with lust, one hand sliding up to grip hold and twist one of the hybrid's delicate, prehardened buds. “Being such a good boy now aren’t we?" his voice slick like honey as it dripped inside of Draeko's ear drum. Free hand finding its way past the other’s sleeping material, and dipping just below the waist trim of his gym shorts. "Shall I reward him for his behavior? Hm Nai?" the mutt inhaled sharply, his eyes lidded as they stared at Kanai.

"I'd say we were obligated to hold up our end of the bargain, yes," for once, there was a hint of emotion behind his heterochromatic gaze, the need to be satiated. Kanai whispered, his eyes burning with a hunger that was both fiery and primal, but his mouth still lay in a flat line, which drove the mutt crazier. He wanted to see it twist in pleasure. So the hybrid reached forward with his own hands and gripped the hound's waist band. Pulling him closer.

When he suddenly gasped, trying to stay soundless but his body started trembling as he felt Al’s two hands all over him, one twisting his sensitized bud and the other sliding just below the waistband of his gym shorts. The scent emitting from both men was now almost overwhelming, filling the air and making it impossible for Draeko to focus on anything else. Lust drunk with pulsating sinuses. His nostrils threatening to leak as he would sniff to clear himself.

He was lost in a whirlwind of emotions, his heart racing wildly while he struggled to find a way to escape the hold that Alistar and Kanai had on him. But the pleasure that crashed through him in waves was too much to resist, his body betraying him by arching closer to the touch.

"I...I can't...I don't know...what to do," he whispered, his words barely audible. In his confusion, he could feel Alistar taking hold of his hardened length, pumping it slowly.

"Just relax...enjoy yourself...I know I am," the red-eyed demon snickered, his voice soft, barely audible, the three of them pushed closer together, Kanai now inches from the other's twisting face. “Oh and be quiet….” Reminding the mutt of their current position.

Kanai leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the hybrid's own trembling set, sending a shiver down Draeko's spine. "Relax, Drae," he whispered tenderly against his mouth, his voice a seductive rumble, "Submit," Whilst Al moved his hand, sliding it down Draeko's length and gripping it firmly, stroking his desperate cock. Drae's eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat whilst the sensations coursed through him, trying his best not to be loud but a tiny whimper escaped him.

The scent of Alistar and Kanai seemed to meld with the arousal in the air, filling the space around their secluded corner. "Shhhh," the navy haired hound hushed him, bringing his palm to cradle the mutt's neck now, tightening around it before pressing their lips together in an attempt to keep the other's sounds at bay.

Alistar let out a possessive grunt, pushing his hips against the other's ass, desperate for friction where it was due. "I dunno Nai....should we give him the full experience or should we leave him wanting more?" slipping the pad of his thumb suggestively across Drae’s already leaking head. Kanai almost losing himself within the other's mouth, reluctantly pulled away. Sliding a lazy tongue across his own lower lip, accepting the string of saliva that had broken off between them.

"Hm, tempting call, Donnie, you're going to have to solidify that answer yourself....the pet tastes far too delectable for me to make a decision based on will..." Kanai's eyes gleamed with hunger, his voice melting like rich chocolate inside of Draeko’s now easily manipulated eardrums. Slowly Nai dipped his face once again to steal another softened, delighted kiss from their target.

Alistar looked at each of them with an adjusted vision to the darkness, his gaze filled with a primal intensity that seemed to say, "Checkmate," he'd knew he won, wanting so badly to claim his prize but he knew he had to leave the mutt wanting more. The next time theyd be in this siuation it'll be because the little hybrid wont be able to be without. They needed him to be addicted. Alistar brought his free hand to join the other, both his hands now tugging and twisting at the smaller’s length, but his ultimate goal to slicken his digits.

Draeko struggled against the mixed sensations, his body betraying him with every touch, every scent, and the intoxicating taste. He tried to pull away when he felt his face starting back up, itching and full, but found he was caught in a web of desire and need, unable to break free from their insatiable hold. He was just going to have to suffer between it.

Kanai watched Draeko's reactions, the obvious need and submission in the mutt's eyes, and it only fueled his own hungry desires even more. He leaned back in, their lips brushing together, his tongue darting out to taste the other's lips once again, pulling away just as quickly, leaving Draeko panting and clawing at Kanai's waist band, pulling on them and dipping his hand within the confines of the the fabric.

The navy haired man caught his breath as Draeko started to pump and twist his palm around his unsuspecting length. "Quite the....eager little thing he is," Kanai responded breathlessly while Al could only smirk at the two of them.

"Eager is one word for it....slut is another," Al nipped and pulled on Draeko's earlobe now causing him to whimper again. His second hand now significantly moistened came around to the backend of the mutt's cheeks, slipping between them with newly slickened fingers, pressing and teasing his hole. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy this," he hissed behind a clenched jaw as he then pressed his middle and ring finger inside of Drae's puckered hole.

Draeko's duo colored orbs widened, his breath catching in the base of his throat while Alistar's fingers breached his sensitive entrance. He started to moan but quickly swallowed it in an attempt to keep a low profile, arching into the touch, a whimper caught in his throat as he tried to push back against the invasion.

Kanai watched silently, his lips slightly parted as he let out little puffs of ghost like exhales for every motion of the mutt's hand.

"I can only imagine what it would feel like to be inside of you, hm? Tight and cozy…so warm against my cock," the red headed demon growled, his voice playing directly into Draeko’s ear drums to be heard by no one but his current property. Crimson orbs burning with a hunger that matched his words. He slid his fingers in and out of Draeko's entrance, twisting them slightly with each thrust, eliciting a gasp and bouncing hips from the hybrid. Between the great waves of pleasure, he could still feel his face reacting despite everything else happening. Huffing, still hitching, his chest caving in as that familiar prickle wreaked havoc on his good time, the cologne strangling his cavities as he stayed squished between the two.

Alistar stretched his fingers inside of Draeko further, his thrusts growing more aggressive with each passing second. The mutt's eyes stretched wider as he felt himself being taken by the other man's savage possession, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. "I'b....I'b..gonn...a," he whimpered, his voice shaking with lust-fueled desire as the pressure built inside of his slowly closing throat, rising like a high tide it finally spilled over.

"That's right, I want to feel that hungry little hole clench me while you release...sneeze for me pup, gimme a sample, convince me to fuck you," whispering with a thickened hungry tone, the two men, stifling their snickers and scoffs as Draeko's face scrunched up in the midst of his struggle to control himself.

"H'KGSH! Hh'NDKT'ih!" erupting into a smaller fit, he began to convulse, trembling and gripping Kanai's cock tightly as his body shook and spasmed in the midst of his cathartic release. His sneeze was anything but subtle, an expressive and ragged explosion of sound that reverberated the three of them in the dark gym. The red head grunted as he felt the other's walls clench around his fingers while he sneezed.

"Bless you!" they all heard from the furthest end of the large space, Alistar snickered nudging his nose against the mutt’s head. Clearly not everything from this side of the room was going unheard.

"Answer them, mutt," he licked his lips, demanding the other through gritted teeth, shoveling four full fingers inside the man, teasing his prostate.

"T-Thanks!" Drae's eyes rolled into the back of his head, it took every last muscle and cell of strength to not cry out as his cock released completely into his boxers. The hand that had been stroking him now soaked. His own fingers tightly gripping the hound's length while his body spasmed and came. He didn't expect it as much as the other two didn't, the commanding tone, the lewd act in such a public space, the two of them being the hottest men he'd literally ever seen.....it just all caught up at once.

Kanai took hold of the mutt's stiff hand, determined to cross the finish line without any delay. Fucking the tightened palms as he too needed to boil over in ecstasy. His body was tense as he inhaled deeply and clasped Draeko's hand and his own together around the tip of his length while it spilled over.

"Oh, you're welcome!" called the voice again from the shadows. The two spilling over silently, trying not to make a scene. The gym fell over in another deafeningly quiet moment as Kanai and Draeko twitched, and spasmed. Alistar highly amused by the fact they were honestly doing a good job at hiding their pleasures.

"Awesome..." The red head snickered pulling his fingers out of the hybrid's ass now and bringing them up to his mouth, licking them and tasting his essence. "It’s going to be so good when I finally fuck you," He whispered again, more to Kanai than anyone else, while pulling his fingers away and tucking himself tightly back into his own sleeping bag. As they each caught their breath Draeko turned around and in a concerned, and disappointed whimper, spoke in direction to Alistar.

"I-Is that all?" With his lower lip between his teeth, he gazed up at him with desperate eyes while his hips continued to sway. He could keep going all night, regardless of how many times he reached climax in pathetic silence, or how exhausted he became in the process.

"What? You want me to fuck you, now? Here?" Alistar let out a mocking scoff, his eyes dancing with amusement as he glanced at Kanai. The two hellions seemed to be fully aware that they had already laid claim on him and were relishing in their victory.

Draeko's brows furrowed with despondency as the air suddenly changed, and the atmosphere of sexual tension suddenly faded away, it caught him off guard. With a heavy sigh, he rolled his eyes, no longer wanting to pretend or push away his true desires. He couldn't hide it any longer - he was a pathetic nymphomaniac.

The sound of his disappointments made Al grin ear to ear, but quickly he shuts down any further advances, zipping his bag up to his chin. "What sweet, sweet sounds, you’re cute when you’re let down," he clicks his tongue, words dripping with both admiration and control. "Not tonight, pup. I want to hear you scream my name if that’s going to be the case," he shook his head back and forth trying to keep his own excitement hidden. "We will talk about it once the storm passes, and we’re released,”

Draeko let out a defeated whimper, glancing at Kanai who had already tidied himself up and was now following suit. The hybrid scowled and crossed his arms, feeling frustrated and unsatisfied. It almost felt worse than being blue balled. He exhaled heavily, "Can I at least get a cuddle? Seriously?" Alistar, who sounded like he was already asleep, was turned away and pretended to not hear the other’s request. Meanwhile, Kanai let out a nervous sigh and opened his bag again.

"You are more than welcomed to join me in here....should you, desire so," Clearing his throat and avoiding direct eye contact, Draeko offered a warm smile before he inched closer to the tense navy-haired man. After a moment of hesitation, Kanai gingerly wrapped his arms around the smaller figure, feeling his heart racing at their close proximity. They said nothing more but fell asleep wrapped around each other comfortably. Alistar happy to be in his own little world as he slept to the right of them both.

The hurricane rocked over the building all night, the howls of the wind and loudened crackles of thunder echoed off the roof but never the less they all stayed safe til morning, where they could all gather their things and get ready to leave for the day. Each student was excused from whatever classes they had that day, to recoup from the lock down.

"You tryna come to our dorm?" Alistar asked nudging the mutt as they all walked out of the gym. Draeko rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe, if you think I'm that easy," Draeko tighted his grip on his things as he turned to fully look at Alistar now, stopping in his tracks.

"I do think you're that easy....for us," Alistar stated plainly, coming to a sudden halt just before colliding with the mint and pink haired male. His eyes widened in honest surprise as he looked at the mutt, who stood there with a blank expression.

"Fuck you," Drae retorted, crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. Al and Kanai couldn't help but silently snicker and shake their heads at Drae's stubbornness.

"Again, you see, I'm trying," Al said earnestly, pointing at Drae with a playful wag of his finger.

"Fine, I'll see you in the dorms tonight," Draeko finally caved, muttering under his breath as they all continued walking.

"That's what I like to hear," A mischievous glint danced inside his eyes as a grin spread across his smug face, he and Kanai making knowing eye contact. They both eagerly awaited their next encounter with their ever-pleasing mutt, the anticipation building within their chests like a drumbeat.

To Be Continued…

Author’s Notes: AHHHHHH this took me so fricken long to get through but I DID it, and might I say, steamy 🥵 Hope YALL enjoyed this, I certainly did.

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Ahhh, I had a dream that would kill me if it were turned into a fic🤭. You are the single greatest T-word writer and KnY writer on this platform. If you're up to it, may you please write a fic with Lee! Muichiro and Ler! Shinobu?

P.s Get well soon!✌(If you're still sick)

Y’all are too sweet oh my goodness! I am humbled by such high praise! Thank you anons! Both for the kind words and the chance to write for our baby boy Mui! Since we’ve got similar prompts, I’ve decided to combine them! :D I hope you like it!

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“Who’s a little cutie? You are, yes you are! Yes you are!” Mitsuri cooed over Muichiro, her fingers flying along his stomach and sides.

“My my, Tokito- I haven’t seen a smile that big in a while from you! Kanroji is right- you truly are adorable.” Shinobu smiled behind her free hand, the other giving his neck and chin a brother scribble.

“Plehehahahhahahshe wahhahahhahahit!” He cried, squirming here and there as the girls tickled him relentlessly, cheeks bright pink and eyes misty with laughter.

You're probably wondering how the young Hashira got himself into a situation like this.

Well, it all started a mere few hours prior…

~~~

“Kocho-san! I have everything we need for tonight!” Mitsuri all but ran to the smaller woman, a basket of freshly baked treats in hand. The aroma was enough to shake Muichiro out of his daydreaming, turning his attention to the pair a few short meters away.

“Wonderful, Kanroji-san! It looks like you’ve baked quite a bit- I’m sure Kanao and the others will be thrilled.” Shinobu clapped her hands together, just as moved by the sugary sweet smell it seemed. “I made sure to clear out my schedule this evening- we won’t be bothered by any stray patients or the boys.”

“Is it a bad thing I’m happy they won’t crash girls night?” Mitsuri winced slightly, shame coloring cheeks. “I love them but they’re so…”

“Loud? Obnoxious? Smelly?” Shinobu offered a variety of adjectives.

“Well…yes.” Mitsuri gave in, earning a delighted giggle from the other. “It’s alright though- from what I hear they’re all going camping tonight.”

Camping? Muichiro hadn’t got the memo.

Or perhaps he did but wasn’t paying attention…

“Did they already leave?” Shinobu asked, suddenly aware of the lack of noise in the area. “I wonder if Shinazugawa’s gonna fight a bear again.”

“I believe so- fight what now?” Mitsuri stared. “And what do you mean again?”

“Long story- Oh! Tokito-san! You’re still here?” Whoops- he’d been caught. The Mist Hashira was trying to make a quiet escape, freezing when Shinobu called out to him. Turning around, he tugged at the ends of his hair, trying for nonchalance. “Oh, hey ladies. I was just…heading home.”

“Home? What- Don’t tell me they didn’t invite you?” Mitsuri looked crossed, eyes wide with indignation. “How cruel!”

“No, I’m sure they did- I just forgot.” Muichiro shrugged, hating how unsure his voice sounded. Had they not invited him? And if they did- why did no one remind him? Normally someone would come around to get him.

Maybe it was one of those “Grown ups only” trips. They probably didn’t want a kid like him around.

The thought made him rather sad then.

“So you're just going home? On such a nice day?” Mitsuri sounded alarmed, the concern oddly making him feel more like a kid. “But that’s no fun!”

“I’ll be fine. I'm a Hashira. I’ll train.” He straightened, raising his chin. “Then I’ll…do other stuff. Like…” He racked his brain for adult-like activities, mind running blank. “Train some more.”

“That’s a lot of training to do in one night.” Mitsuri tilted her head curiously. “What happens when you get too tired?”

“Then I’ll take a nap. And get right back to it.”

“Sounds boring.” Shinobu commented, smiling apologetically when Muichiro blushed. “Forgive me, Tokito-san.” Pausing, she turned back to Mitsuri, pulling the other girl over and whispering in her ear. The Love Hashira’s eyes widened before a bright smile touched her lips, nodding. “That’s a great idea!”

“What is?” Muichiro asked, growing weary when they turned to him with smiles.

“Mui, do you wanna join us this evening?”

~~~

“I can’t believe they’d go off without you like that. When they get back, those boys aren’t getting a crumb of my treats!” Mitsuri huffed as she ran her fingers through Muichiro’s hair, gently untangling it one strand at a time. They were now sitting at the butterfly mansion, pillows and blankets spread out and a variety of Mitsuri’s snacks on display for whomever felt hungry. Changed into comfy pajamas, the youngest Hashira nibbled on a cookie while the pink haired girl began a braid, starting from the top of his head and working her way down.

“My my, I believe it will be the first time we see Rengoku not smiling if you do that.” Shinobu grinned with impish glee, a few bottles of nail polish to her left as she carefully worked an ombre of pink to green on her friend’s toenails. With her hair down, she looked less regal. It felt like Muichiro was sitting with an older sister rather than the team’s doctor. “He’s like a grumpy cat when he pouts. Have you ever noticed that?”

“Oh absolutely! It’s rare, but it’s so funny!” Mitsuri giggled. “He just pouts and hides away- eventually coming out if you shake some treats.”

“I bet if he could, he’d crawl up on a dresser.” Muichiro added, earning another round of giggles from the girls. It made him feel good.

“Oh man- I can totally see him curled up on there and glaring at everyone!” Mitsuri laughed so hard she snorted, nearly throwing off Shinobu’s handiwork with how hard she was giggling. “Kanroji, your toes!” She cried, dabbing at the mess.

“I’m sorry- blame Muichiro!” Mitsuri cried back, falling into him some as he gaped in shock. “He’s the one putting all these Cat-Rengoku images in my head!”

“He really is though! He’s got those big cat eyes.” Muichiro defended, earning another pig snort from the girl.

“Pfft, okay, okay! No more cat talk until I get this last toe done!” Shinobu shook her head with a snicker at Muichiro as she carried on her task. “You’re gonna have tie dye feet if you keep squirming like that.”

“Not the first time, probably won’t be the last either.” Mitsuri was back doing Muichiro’s hair, her touch gentle against his scalp. “Thanks for letting me braid your hair, Mui. It’s so soft and long! Has it always been this way?”

“I think so…I don’t really remember.” He admitted quietly, stuffing his face with another cookie before they could ask anymore questions. The memories of his past were still so foggy. He remembered bits and pieces- a face like his own, a hut in which he lived. What really stood out were the feelings. Most of the time, his past felt like an ache in his chest, familiar yet unknown at the same time. It was frustrating- having all this pain but no memory of what caused it.

“Tokito-san?” Shinobu’s voice shook him free from his internal ache, making him look up. He was sure she was going to ask him what was wrong. The “I’m fine” was on his lips, but she surprised him with her next question. “Would you like your nails painted?”

“What?” His nails? Painted?

“Oo, that would be so pretty!” Misturi gushed, excited by the idea. “We could be twins! Maybe not in color, but through Kocho’s handiwork! She’s really good at painting nails, as you can see!”

Sure enough, Mitsuri’s toenails were impeccable. Despite her earlier squirming, Shinobu’s hand stayed true.

“Sure. Go for it.” Muichiro shrugged, feeling good at the delighted expression Shinobu wore.

“Okay! What color would you like?”

~~~

“Do you think Iguro-san likes me?” Mitsuri asked not too long later- her hair loose and spread out like a fan beneath her.

“Of course he does. The way he looks at you says it all.” Shinobu reassured her, also on her back, her toes painted bright purple. “No one looks at someone with that much adoration for jokes.”

“Ador-what, he really does?” Mitsuri blushed, hands on her cheeks and eyes wide. “He looks at me like that?”

“Like you're the only person in the room.” Muichiro agreed, the third on his back, raising a hand to look at his newly painted nails. After his toes, they did his fingers. He rather liked the teal color Shinobu chose- it was sparkly. “Really- the only person in the world sometimes.”

Misturi made a noise of squealing delight, covering her face as she giggled, kicking her feet. “Oh, I wanna tell him I like him so bad! Maybe I’ll do it one day- I’m just too nervous right now!” She lowered her hands, tilting her head back so she could look at her friends properly. “What about you two? Anyone you guys fancy?”

“Fancy? Look at you, using Tengen-lingo.” Shinobu teased, earning a light tug at her hair. “I don’t have anyone I fancy right now. I’m too busy.”

“What about Tomioka?” Muichiro asked, making them pause. Then they were laughing. “Did I say something funny?”

“Ohohoho honey- Tomioka’s dating Shinazugawa!” Shinobu giggled out, laughing harder at his face of surprise. “You didn’t know that?”

“I thought it was pretty obvious myself- they’re not exactly subtle about it!” Mitsuri nodded in agreement, turning over so she could lay on her belly. “The other day they were trying so hard to make it seem like they arrived separately!”

“Yeah, like we couldn’t see the wrinkled Haori on Tomioka!” Shinobu’s eyes were impish once more. “When he came in the other day, he smelled like Ohage. He tried to claim he got it as a snack.”

“Oh I’m sure he got a snack.” Mitsuri winked, earning a swat from a wide eyed Shinobu.

“Wait- how long have they been dating?” Muichiro asked, curious now. He never really cared for Corp gossip, but he was here and things were getting interesting.

“I’d say about two months now? Though they’ve been pining for each other for way longer.” Shinobu nodded, satisfied with her answer. “Shinazugawa always blushed when Tomioka complimented him, even when he threw a fit after.”

“Such a tsun-tsun.” Mitsuri shook her head in mock disappointment. “And Tomioka-san can be rather clueless about these kinds of things. It’s no wonder they took so long to get together.”

“Tragically so.” Shinobu mock sighed, giggling with her friend.

Tsun-Tsun? Clueless? Muichiro was learning new sides to his fellow Hashira tonight.

“So, Mui…what about you, hon?” Mitsuri smiled, eyes twinkling. “Anyone you fancy?”

At first, Muichiro didn’t know what to say. Did he fancy anyone? Not in the Hashira of course, but…

Sharp eyes. Black hair that flowed to his shoulder. A scar that ran along his nose-

“Ooo, he’s got a crush!” Misturi squealed in delight when Muichiro blushed, eyes widening with shock. Did he? He had a crush? “Who is it? What are they like? Is it someone we know?”

“Now now, Kanroji, give him a second.” Shinobu slowed the other down gently as she turned to him. “Muichiro, have you ever had a crush on anyone before?”

“No. Not really.” He confessed, face burning. It felt weirdly shameful to say it outloud. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all!” Mitsuri jumped in, taking his hand in hers. “Crushes aren’t a mandatory thing; take Kyojuro for example. He’s never had a crush, and from what he’s told me, he’s never had romantic feelings for anyone. That doesn’t make him a bad person, right?”

“Of course not.”

“Exactly. And look at Kanroji-san. She crushes on everyone.” Shinobu smiled at her friend, grinning at her mock jaw drop. “That’s also perfectly valid.”

“Hey! I can’t help it- the world’s full of crushable people.” Mitsuri defended without much fight.

“The point is- when and if you develop a crush is completely up to you. There’s never a lifeframe on when you experience these things.” Shinobu reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “So- now that that’s clear; who’s the lucky person your heart is racing for?”

“I don’t really know his name. I met him while training with Gyomei a few times.” Muichiro looked at his and Mitsuri’s conjoined hands, the feeling of her gently squeezing it comforting. “He’s not really talkative, but the few times we have it’s really…nice.” He blushed, remembering how warm his crush’s voice was. “He has a scar on his nose, if that helps.”

“Genya!” The girls gushed, realization filling their voices.

“I think so…he’s great.” Muichiro smiled softly. Genya. He rather liked that name.

“That’s Shinazugawa’s brother, right?” Mitsuri asked.

“The younger of the two? Absolutely. He helps out here some days.” Shinobu nodded approvingly. “Sometimes I wish he was the Hashira one.”

“Oh, you're terrible, Kocho!”

“Not so- I’m just honest.”

Muichiro giggled in his sleeve, feeling lighter. A crush. He had a crush on Genya. And from the sounds of it, the girls approved. It was really exciting.

“Oi, did you just throw a pillow at me?” Shinobu’s yelp of surprise brought him back to present time. Mitsuri had her own pillow in hand, giggling like a gremlin.

“Oh I did! Come at me, Kocho!” She declared, squealing when the pillow in question smacked her right in the face.

It took less than five seconds before the duel broke out- pillows smacking one another as the girls screamed in laughter. Muichiro originally planned on using his own as defense, but before long he was just as into it as them, smacking whomever was in reach and yelping when he got smacked in return.

Of course- nothing ever stayed on track in fights like this. Mitsuri tossed away her pillow before lunging at Shinobu, knocking her into a pile of soft things. “Kanro-jihihihihihiihhiihihi!” Her cry of surprise turned into laughter as the taller girl attacked her with tickles, fingers flying across her stomach and sides with relentless speed.

“This is what you get, Kocho! Laugh for me-hehehehehehhehe!” Shinobu was quick, her own hands latching onto Mitsuri’s sides and squeezing- making her shriek in mirth. “Kohohohoohochoohohoohohoho!”

Muichiro sat back with amused eyes, giggling behind his pillow as he watched the pair tumble about, limbs flying and squeals spilling past their lips as they went to tickle the other. Whenever he saw Tengen and Rengoku having a tickle fight, he thought it was kinda funny. The girls doing it? It was downright hilarious.

That was, until they turned their sights onto him.

“Get Mui!” Mitsuri cried, tackling him. Shinobu was right beside her.

~~~

That’s where we find our dear Mist Hashira now, squirming and giggling helplessly as twenty fingers attack his torso, going for all his tickle spots.

“Aww, listen to him laugh! Mui, you are so cute!” Mitsuri cooed, giggling along with him as she gently pressed into his ribs, her talents as an older sister shining through each new scratch and prod.

“He’s rather precious, isn’t he? Sweet Tokito-san; I bet Genya would drop dead on the spot hearing you laugh so much!” Shinobu winked, grinning as Muichiro felt his face heat up more. He was starting to regret telling them about that.

“Plehehahhahahahse, stahhahahhap!” Muichiro wheezed, arching with a cackle as Mitsuri slipped her hand under him, clawing lightly at his back. “Nohohohohohot thehehehhere!”

“Aww, does someone have a ticklish back? Kanroji, flip him over!” Shinobu instructed. The taller girl wasted no time, pulling him into her lap as Shinobu shuffled over.

“Tokito-san, what does this say?” She then began her devious torture.

“AH! Ahehaahhahahhahahaha! Kohohoohohochohoohohoo!” A single finger dragged along his spine, writing out letters along his back. Each swipe made his brain fuzzy, breaking his focus. “Iihihiihihi dohoohohhohon’t knoohoohohohow!”

“Wrong! Try again! I’ll go slower this time.” It was worse slow. Even with the fabric of his pajamas in the way, it tickled like crazy. “Let’s start with ‘C’....’U’....”

“C-Cuhuuhuhuuhuhuhute?” He gasped out, earning a cheer.

“Right! And who’s cute, Tokito-san?” She traced the rest of the word, making him arch more.

“Y-Yohoohohohu twoohohohoho?” He guessed, earning more gushing.

“Such a charmer!” Mitsuri giggled.

“Isn’t he? Correct, but not the answer I’m looking for!” Shinobu scratched along the center of his spine, earning a snort. “Who’s cute, Tokito-san?”

“Fihiihhihine, fiihiihihine I’m cuuhuhuhuhuhte!” He gave in, relieved when the tickling finally stopped. Gasping for breath, he rolled gently off of Mitsuri, tucked between them as he tried to recover. “Thahahhaht was evihiihihihil!”

“Thank you.” Shinobu replied, making them laugh.

“You really are a cutie, Muichiro. Never forget that.” Mitsuri ran her hands through his bangs, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on his forehead. Anyone else would have gotten smacked away, but Muichiro found he rather liked the attention he got from the girls.

~~~

“Thanks for inviting me…I appreciate it.” He whispered softly, lying on his futon later that night. After the snacks were finished, more gossip was spilled, and yet another random tickle fight- this time Mitsuri being the one targeted; they were all sprawled out once more, this time with the intention of sleeping.

“Of course, Mui. We didn’t want you to be alone.” Mitsuri reached out and squeezed his hand.

“I would have been fine…” He began, realizing the lie as he spoke it. He wouldn’t have been. Not really. Sure, he’d get over it eventually-but the sting would have remained. Going home alone would have felt isolating.

“Well, I wouldn’t have. Not after what happened.” Shinobu shuffled over so her arm brushed his other side, taking his free hand. “I’m glad you came. Tonight was really fun.”

“It was! We should do this more often. And you can come too, Mui.” Mitsuri nodded, her voice growing sleepier by the minute.

“You're an honorary girl’s night member.” Shinobu agreed.

“Thanks, girls.” Muichiro smiled, pretending the blur in his vision was from sleepiness. He closed his eyes and settled in for a rest.

He was glad to have met the people he’d met.

I hope this was good!

#demon slayer #muichiro tokito #mitsuri kanjori #shinobu kocho #fluff #fluff with a small dash of angst #but like a super tiny pinch #sleepovers #girls night #Shinobu and Mitsuri being besties #mentioned sangiyuu #Mui crushing on Genya #mentioned aro!Rengoku #mostly fluff and sleepover goodness #but there's tickles I promise #this fic kinda went off the rails alittle #we're pushing 3k words here #whoops #tickle fights #tickle

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Just For Us- TJ/Cora (The Good Cop)

Just For Us

simperoniandcheese

Summary:

Cora and TJ have secrets. This is one of them.

Tall and tan, and young, and lovely,

The girl from Ipanema goes walking,

"God, Caruso, change your alarm already, it's driving me insane," Cora groaned, burrowing deeper into the mattress.

TJ chuckled, and leant over to silence his phone before settling back into the sheets, gently peeling them back until his wife's face was looking back at him.

"Think that's annoying?" He smiled, to which she tilted her head in amused confusion. "On the morning of my 18th birthday, Dad changed my alarm--he switched the English segment around with the actual start of the song, which is in Portuguese. I thought I was losing my mind."

"Jesus, that does sound like Tony." Cora replied, her voice straining as she stretched, then returning to normal as her head came to rest on her husband's lap, where he began to softly caress her hair, the tips of his teeth showing in a brisk grin as she reached back to cup his cheek with her free hand, the other pinching, grasping at the hem of her singlet.

"Do you think we should tell him, though? About..." TJ frowned a little, trailing off.

Cora's hand on his face slackened, and her other hand went up to the now-noticeable slope of her stomach, where it stayed as she breathed, her expression one of deep thought, and TJ's mind went into overdrive, the cogs of his brain tick-tick-ticking as he spilled out. "I-I mean, we don't have to, it's your choice, I--" but eventually stopping as he caught her withering look.

"Assuming we're 17 or so weeks along, it won't be too far ahead before everyone in the force cleverly deduces that this little goblin here isn't just a case of going ham on the takeout." She sat up to nearer his level, her focus so clear like a mirror on her face he could've smashed it with a hammer.

Although, he thinks bemusedly as they lean into each other like magnets, as the younger guys in the squad would put it, I "definitely smashed" something else entirely to get to where I am now.

Nevertheless, TJ nods, gesturing for her to go on as she shifts her head against his collarbone.

"My point is that there's not much point trying to hide anything soon. I'm thinking we could just tell people straight off, with none of that Hollywood-type 'we're pregnant!' shit."

"That sounds good, I think." He trembled slightly, his words cutting out with a nervous bob of his Adam's apple.

"Shit-I didn't mean to stress you out, TJ, I'm sorry," She gasped, grabbing his hands firmly. "I want you to tell me if something's bugging you, 'kay?" She looked into his eyes, her pupils almost entirely swallowing her irises because of the lack of light that was in the bedroom.

"I'm just terrified that I'll slip up and everything will be ruined because of me. You know me, I make horrible decisions 80 or 90 percent of the time, and screwing up is even less of an option because now there's gonna be our child in the picture," He stressed, 

She cut him off again with the type of hug that silences. 

"Okay, okay. Think of this as that one Star Wars movie where Darth Vader's wife is pregnant and he's like 'you're gonna die in childbirth, nooo', and she doesn't actually, she's killed by him because of his anger and evil, the very evil that sprouted from the fear he had of not being able to save her." Cora articulated with a squeeze of her hands in his, and he looked back at her with a mildly concerned expression.

"...I've only watched the original trilogy, Cora." He exhaled.

"Well now you've watched the prequels. Anyway, I wanted to show you something I bought," she told him, a certain something sparkling in her eyes as she led him down the stairs and to the small table, where a small box was lying.

"I have a feeling I'm going to be pleasantly surprised," TJ remarked with a small smile on his lips.

"Open it, open it," Cora giggled, her face aglow like she knew something he didn't. (Which, to be fair, was exactly what it was.)

"I hope it's not a razor, Burl got me that as a little joke one ti..." He faltered, his words, all that he was going to say, gone in a flash. 

It was a mug. A mug that said "#1 Dad". He felt himself tear up a little, as his brain apparently hadn't woken up to the fact that yes, they were bringing a child into the world.

Out of love.

Him and Cora.

"Thank you," TJ choked out, at a loss for words. 

He opted for the non-verbal approach instead, pulling her into his embrace tearfully and pressing his lips against hers, and he was crying and she was crying and all he could muster was a small sob while she patted him on the back softly, her voice whispering into his ear.

"You're gonna be the best dad,"

#tj x cora #the good cop #josh groban #tj caruso #cora vasquez #monica barbaro #netflix #sobbing #how did i write this MASTERPIECE BRO IM CRYING #please enjoy oh my god #rating: g #the good cop netflix #the good cop fics

[bisexualcacti]

Summary: after finding a dead body in your friend's trailer, you're determined to figure out what happened, even if that means teaming up with an unlikely ally.

Pairings: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 2529

Warnings: Homophobia, religious trauma.

A/N: I know the pace is a bit slow but I hope you'll forgive me for that. I'm unfortunately a sucker for slowburns. Anyway, I'm not so sure about this one but I hope you enjoy it, I was thinking of updating the parts every three days so you guys have something to read while you wait for v2 :) If you want to be added to the taglist you can dm me.

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PART 2 - CRY WOLF

You’re sitting at church in a white lace dress, kneeling in a pew with your hands joined together. Your parents are kneeling beside you, praying. A sort of blinding bright light makes its way through the stained-glass windows and illuminates every crevice of the house of worship. The voices of the choir are so loud that your ears feel like they’ll start bleeding, and you can faintly catch the rapid muttering of others praying, one word coming out of everyone’s mouth over and over.

Repent. Repent. Repent.

You’re sitting at church in a white lace dress… except you aren’t. No, you were… you were in the after-game party and then came home, so… where are you? How did you get here?  

A loud noise makes you jump, and you look at the priest, who has just slammed the bible against the pulpit. “Brothers and sisters, you’ve known our god to be a merciful one, but just as he rewards those who are faithful, so must he punish the sinners to prevent them and their depravity to stain the minds of his children,” He looks down, pained by the thought of what he just said, and starts descending the steps of the altar. As he walks among the pews, he continues. “It pains me to do this, but one of your sister’s minds… has tragically been… perverted, and so, punishment must be dealt,” He stops in front of you and looks at you disgusted, like your very existence is just wrong.

Then, his hand shoots out from under his robe, and he is choking you, as you desperately gasp for air. “Say it! Say it, monster!” he shouts at you, spit shooting from his mouth. His hand squeezes harder and suddenly it’s not a hand anymore but some sort of tentacle. “Say what you are, say it!”

Tears gather in your eyes, and your arms flail at your side, trying to find any grasp to free yourself from whatever this is. “You’re sick, disgusting, a freak of nature!” His voice deepens and now everyone who was praying starts shouting obscenities at you. Freak. Degenerate. Pervert. But it is when he speaks again that your mind truly feels like it’s about to split in two and your brain will pop off your skull. “Repent! Repent! Repent!” and then it’s not only coming from him, it’s everywhere.

Repent. Repent. Repent.

You think you might be dying and then– then you wake up in your bed covered in sweat, panting, police sirens blaring outside of your trailer. A shaky sigh leaves your lips as you lift your hand to rub your face, already feeling a headache about to happen, and when you look at your alarm clock, it’s only 7am. Well, there goes your chance to sleep through the morning.

That does raise the question, though, of why there are police sirens blaring outside at seven in the morning.

After the party, you walked back home since Patrick was too drunk to drive you. You don’t really remember how you managed to get back in one piece, since you also weren’t the picture of sober, but alcohol does have a way of numbing everything else, and when you’re trying to forget a recent fight with someone, or the fact that you hate your life, it does the job. Still, you haven’t been able to shake off that weird feeling that you had yesterday, almost like something’s stalking you, and your nightmare hasn’t made it any better. They have always been sort of a constant for you, but you’ve been having them more frequently lately, as if they’ve intensified

You take a few pills to try and lessen the pain of your hangover before going outside to find out what’s going on, a cup of coffee in your hand. What you find once you’re out takes you aback a bit. Police cars are surrounding Eddie’s trailer, tape placed all around, with his van nowhere to be seen. You try and get closer, puzzled by what the hell is going on. Another one of your neighbors, Max Mayfield, seems to have the same intention you do, so you decide to approach her.

“Got any idea what happened?” you ask.

To be quite honest, you gotta admit you’re a bit freaked out. Well… no, actually, you’re a lot freaked out. Eddie’s… maybe your only real friend as of right now, so you really hope he’s okay and this is at most a drug bust.

Max doesn’t answer though, her eyes glued to the scene before her. You follow them and find yourself looking at the dead deformed body of Chrissy Cunningham.

“What the–”

“Hey! You can’t be out here. Get back inside.”

Your mind spins around with questions as you sit in your room after that cop ushered you out of the crime scene, shocked. Chrissy, your friend, is dead. You may not have known her too well, most of your relationships apart from Eddie being shallow, but you liked her, she was a good girl, kinda reminded you of Nancy. What the hell was she doing hanging out with Eddie? You didn’t even know they knew each other, and he never mentioned any sort of connection to her. Although... Eddie did say he was meeting a client after you two saw each other, and if Chrissy didn’t want anyone seeing their exchange, well, it makes sense she’d go to his trailer for it. It doesn’t matter though, you know Eddie and he might be a huge weirdo, but he’s no killer. No, something else happened here, and fuck if you were going to sit around and let your only actual friend get convicted of a crime he didn’t do.

Now, you were no police detective, but you knew one person who almost was, and, conveniently for you, she was probably already on the case. You sat outside, waiting for her to show up while you tried to get rid of your hangover– you gotta tell Patrick not to let you drink so much next time, or y’know, for someone not to die so you can be hungover in peace –and soon you saw her car approach, but quickly be stopped by the cops at the entrance of the park.

 Alright, time to put on your best acting face.

You recognize the cop that stops her and the boy she's with as the same one that scolded you before, “Can’t get through here. Got a crime scene,”

“Yeah, um, I… I was just going to…,” Nancy starts stuttering so you take that as your cue to jump into action.

“Oh Nancy, I’m so glad you’re here I was so scared,” you interrupted, hoping she’d catch on your little ruse. “She’s my sister, sir, I asked her to come ‘cause mom’s working at the… hospital and I didn’t want to be alone, what with a murder on the loose,” you tried to act as scared as you could, and gave your best distraught face.

The cop seemed skeptical, but Nancy soon hurried to back you up. “Please sir, I know you officers are around here, but I still wouldn’t be comfortable leaving her alone,”

He scrutinized the both of you intensely, but in the end, with a sigh and shaking his head, seemed to soften and let her and her little gangly friend pass. As the small one, Fred, you gathered, went off to interview some of the neighbors, she turned to you, arms crossed, cocked eyebrow. “Okay, fess up. What’s up with that? What do you want?” Shit, right, you and Nancy weren’t on the best terms since your last interaction with each other.

“Look, I know you don’t like me, and you don’t have to, I know I was a jerk to you, but you’re the best person I know at finding the truth, so you need to help me find out what happened here,”

Dropping her arms to her side, a determined frown set on her face, and she sat next to you on the bench you were in, staring right into your eyes. “Tell me what you know.”

You filled her in and soon, she started asking questions. “Are you entirely sure it couldn’t have been Eddie?”

“No, no, absolutely not. Eddie might seem scary and be into some weird shit but he’s a huge doofus,” you replied quickly with no hesitation.

Nancy tilted her head to the side, curious. Fuck, you forgot who you were talking to. “I didn’t know you two knew each other so well,” she said in an inquisitive tone.

“Uh, yeah,” weirdly enough, you felt your face heat up at how she emphasized that. Might as well be honest. “We’re… kinda friends? Maybe? Don’t tell anyone though,”

She sighed, unsurprised at your hesitation to admit your relationship with him, but nodded. “We should talk with his uncle, he was the one that found the body, maybe he saw something,”

“Yeah. Um, hey, is your friend okay by the way?” you didn’t know the kid, but you noticed him spacing out in the car when they were trying to get in; and before he left Nancy to go and do what she asked him to, he just seemed out of it.

She rubbed her arm up and down, scrunching her nose. “He’s been… weird since we got here but I’m sure it’s just the nerves over his first actual ‘field trip’,”

You snorted at that. “Yeah, I’m sure working with you must be putting him on edge, what with you being so good at this and all that,”

Her expression remained suspicious as she studied you for a moment, like she wasn’t sure whether you actually meant it or were just making fun of her. “I… mean it by the way,” you clarified, clearing your throat.

Cocking her head to one side, a small smile crept to the corner of her mouth. “Guess I’m just, not used to you being decent to me,” she looked to the side, uncomfortable.

“I– I know.” You two lapsed into an awkward silence, so you hastened to explain. “I wasn’t trying to be a jerk y’know? Back then, I mean,” rubbing your neck and avoiding her eyes, you continued, “Like, I know I was but you– you deserved better than us and I was just trying to make you see that. Not that that justifies anything, of course,”

Bouncing your knee anxiously, you sneaked a glance at her after she’d been silent for a while, only to find her smiling teasingly at you. Oh, she did it on purpose. “You got a weird way of caring for people, anyone ever told you that?” she asked with a little smirk.

“Yeah, yeah, don’t flatter yourself, Wheeler,” you snarked back, bumping shoulders with her, a companionable smile on your face. “Anyway, let’s go solve a mystery, shall we?” standing up from the bench, you extended your hand towards her.

She fully smiled this time and took your hand, but you didn’t get far before you heard Nancy speak up again from behind you. “You know, I always did think you deserved better too,”

Without fully understanding what she meant, you both headed to where Eddie’s uncle was, hoping to gain some answers. He confirmed what you had already told Nancy, that he wouldn’t do something like this, but he also told you a creepy story about some dude from the 50s, Victor Creel, who apparently murdered his entire family in the same way that Chrissy’s body was found. Now, you weren’t sure about how much you believed him, but this was your best clue so far.

“So, what do you think?” you asked Nancy, walking away from where Wayne sat smoking.

“I mean, we don’t really have much to go on, so I guess this is worth a shot,” she shrugged, a bit distracted, eyes scanning your surroundings for something “Hey, do you see Fred? I don’t see him,”

“Umm, no,” you said looking around. “Wasn’t he interviewing some of the neighbors? Maybe he’s in one of the trailers,”

“Can you go and check please? I’ll look for him around.”

You split up in search of the boy, but there weren’t any signs of him anywhere. Once it was already dark, Nancy started to freak out, and you weren’t far from doing so yourself. You didn’t particularly know him, but for him to disappear in the same place a murder had occurred less than 24 hours ago, well… it didn’t bring the most optimistic thoughts to mind.

Nancy walked in front of you, her pace hurried as you neared the policeman. “Hi, officer? Officer? My-my-my friend from the car earlier, we– we can’t find him.”

The officer tensed at that. “What do you mean you can’t find him?”

“I– I mean, he– he was just there, and then he was just gone and… did you maybe see him leave with somebody or…?” Nancy’s voice neared the edge of panicked, brows knitted together.

“I told you kids to go home. Jesus Christ!” he said, raising his voice and calling for backup.

In an act of reassurance at seeing Nancy so frantic, you put your hand on her shoulder, trying to convey that you were there for her. Even though you two weren’t the best of friends she seemed to appreciate it, mustering a brief smile and a nod.

You spent the night with her and the officers looking for Fred, until they found him… or to be more exact, his body. Never in your life had you seen such a horrifying death, the way his limbs were broken and twisted… you think you’ll be having nightmares about this for a while. Nancy seemed wracked with guilt as she answered the chief’s questions, and as much as you tried to answer them yourself, he didn’t seem that interested in your retelling of the events as he was in Nancy’s, probably since she was closer to him than you were.

Still, your mind kept bringing up Fred’s and Chrissy’s deaths. The way they had died was just… unnatural. What in the world could even cause something like that? You heard the cops talking, none of the bodies showed signs of struggle or anything like that, so how– what could even get them in that state?

As you ponder, a car arrives at the crime scene, and the most random group you’ve ever seen exits from it. You don’t think you ever expected Steve ‘The Hair’ Harrington of all people to be hanging out with Robin and your neighbor, Max, but you’re starting to realize maybe not everything is as it seems. In any case, weirdly enough seeing Robin after all the mess that just happened brought you a sense of… relief. You feel yourself expelling a big breath and almost involuntarily, a smile forms on your face at the sight of her. She seems, to your surprise, relieved to see you? At any rate, she returns your smile. Genuinely. Feeling butterflies in your stomach at that, you dared to hope that, just maybe, you hadn’t ruined it all and there was still hope for the both of you.

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Interlude I | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Interlude II

Robin’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

Eddie’s route: Part 9 | Part 10

#eddie munson #robin buckley #eddie munson x reader #robin buckley x reader #eddie munson imagine #robin buckley imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader

[demons2003]

My Boys (Chapter 1)

Description: You grow up with Steve Harrington as well as Eddie Munson. You three were inseparable and didn't go anywhere without the other two. But when high school began you saw that the three of you started to become distant, and cold towards each other almost. Steve gets all of these girls and Eddie becomes the 'Freak' of town. And you? The Queen of Hawkins with a bad attitude. It was an unlikely pairing, but it used to be your whole world. You are forced into being with these two again and old feelings are starting to resurface, but what happens when everything becomes difficult?

Series List

-"Together forever right?" A little Eddie questions as Steve and I put our hands into his. "Together forever!" Steve and I both shout with excitement. "We'll never leave you alone Eddie, we promise," I whisper into his ear and we all pile into a hug. "Then why'd you leave us Y/n?" Eddie whispers to me. "What?" I question stepping back from him. "You left us Y/n. You left as all alone," Steve now joins in. "No no no no no," I whisper, putting my head in my hands as my small body caves in on itself. "You broke your promised!!" They both yell at me before tears fill my eyes. Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep.

Y/n's Pov

I jump awake as my alarm starts going off next to me. I slam my head on it to shut it up. It was a dream. A dream which started as a memory. I think to myself as I climb out of my bed. It had been years since that memory had formed, and fewer years since the promise was broken. But I wasn't the only one to break it and I knew that but for some reason, my brain didn't. I started the slow process of getting ready for school. I hated school. What once used to be something I loved and enjoyed turned into something I wanted to avoid and run away from every day. I still saw the boys there, my boys, but they no longer saw me. I finally grab my piece of toast from the toaster and make my way out the door. The only good thing about school was getting to drive there, and my friends too but I didn't have them just yet. As always, I made my way to Robin's house, which was only next door, as she still couldn't drive herself. Or more, the last time she did, she crashed her car into a parked one.

"Hey lover!" Robin whispers to me as she hops into my car. I smile back at her and lean towards her. "Hey cutie," I smile before giving her a kiss on the cheek. We weren't really dating, well not anymore, but we still loved the little names we gave each other. Plus it confused everyone around us which we loved so much more. "How are you doing this morning?" Robin asks with a worried smile. She was aware that I've had a few nightmares but being next door means there's also a chance that she heard me this morning. "I'm good today, want the day to be over already but like ready to spend it with my people," I finally say after a while, reaching over and giving her hand a squeeze. I love Robin but she doesn't really know about my relationship with Steve and Eddie. It wasn't something many people remember but I at least still did. It was when I felt the safest and the most carefree.

Robin then goes on her rant about a girl in one of her classes who she likes. That was the thing with Robin I always felt sorry for her. If I had a crush on a guy I was able to go straight to him and ask him out if I wanted, but for Robin, she had to spend months or years trying to work out if a girl likes her back and even then she couldn't go out in public in a town like Hawkins. "She's so pretty y/n like I stare too much that I don't even know what's happening in class. What do I do?" Robin asks me as I pull into the school parking lot. I turn my car off and turn towards Robin. "Wanna know what I did when I had a crush like that?" I ask her, knowing that my answer isn't great, but it worked for me. She nods her head at me and I say, "I started to talk to them. Eventually, I could listen to the class and I got to know the person I was talking to," Although it wasn't exactly what I did, it seemed to help Robin feel a little better about the whole thing. "Ok, I'll start with that.....but that will be another day," She whispers before jumping out of my car and running towards the doors. "Hey wait up!!" I yell as I jump out and lock my car before booking it towards the door.

As I open the doors they bang against the walls, causing almost everyone to look at me. I give them all the finger and start walking to my locker hoping that Robin is there as well so I could give her a piece of my mind. As I walk through the halls I notice Steve hovering over Nancy against a locker. I quickly look away sadly and the feeling of jealousy grows in my chest. I hadn't really seen or talked to the boys for too long. I don't know why they stopped talking to me but when they wouldn't talk back I just couldn't be bothered to try to talk to them. But I still couldn't get over my feelings for the boys. It was then that I heard a bang and saw some basketballer pushing Eddie against a locker, him just laughing at something he did. I really missed the boys but I couldn't do anything to fix it. Not without everyone in the school finding out that I knew them and I couldn't do that to them, they'd really have a reason to hate me then.

As I suspected though, Robin was standing at her locker which was located next to mine. "What the hell dude?? You ran off on me!! What was that about?" I whisper yell when I get to my locker. Robin looks away sheepishly and whispers, "I saw the girl I liked and got worried she'd think the wrong thing, I don't know I got worried and in my head! I'm sorry!" She leans over to me and gives me her puppy dog eyes. "Ahhh fine you're forgiven, you know I can't say no to those eyes," I smile before getting my books for my next class. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a class to get to," I smile sweetly at Robin and walk away to my class. Although I hated school I did enjoy this class as I got to be with Johnathan. We had become friends near the start of our high school life but we don't really hang out in school so this class was one of the only times we get to really hang out, but he didn't seem to be there yet.

I sit in my normal seat, all the way in the back and start to draw in my sketchbook. It helped me to ignore everyone entering the class but as time went on Johnathan didn't come to class, which is weird because he only misses class for work but he lets me know before that happens. When the teacher finally arrives I know that he wasn't going to be here. Maybe he isn't feeling well, but he would've called. As the teacher starts to talk about whatever I start to look around the room, making sure that he isn't here but just sitting in a different seat. But that's when I saw both Steve and Eddie sitting across the room from me and themselves. When were they a part of this class? All of a sudden Eddie seems to turn towards me, almost as if sensing I was staring at him. I quickly turn my head to the front of the room and try my hardest to listen to whatever the teacher is trying to teach us.

At lunch

"Oh, come on, I'm sure he's fine," Robin says on the other side of the table. Since the start of lunch, I'd been asking if Robin had seen Johnathan. Sadly she hadn't which made my nerves worsen. "I mean probably but it isn't like him to just not come to school, not without at least calling to let me know. Maybe I should check on him after school? Just to make sure he's ok?" I ask. Robin gives me a look and says, "If it'll make you feel better maybe you should but why do you care so much about where Johnathan is? Are you interested in him or something?" I laugh and shake my head. "No, no. We're just friends, he helped me when I was going through something. I am just worried about him because he normally lets me know what's going on. And when he doesn't call something is normally wrong or he's going through something," I say to her, hoping she believes me. I wasn't lying to her about it but she had a way of misinterpreting things. And I didn't really feel like having Robin ask me about him every time we are together. I've only liked three people and I don't know if anyone else will come as close as they did. Especially my first 2 loves. "Mmmmm ok," She whispers more to herself than me. It's then that I feel the presence of someone standing behind me, so I turn towards them to find out what they wanted. Slightly hoping that it was Johnathan.

"Hey l/n," Jason Carver says behind me, putting his hand on the back of my chair. I roll my eyes and turn back around to Robin, hoping he'll get the message but still add, "Leave me alone Carver, not interested in what you have to say to me," I feel his hand move to my shoulder and I quickly stand up, my chair scraping on the floor causing everyone to look in our direction. I stare daggers at Jason while he just smiles sweetly at me. "Come on, I didn't even say anything yet," He says to me. "Leave now or you'll find out what happens if you touch me again," I almost growl at him. I hear lots of people whispering to each other about what was happening but I was to focus on what Jason was doing to really hear what they were saying. 

Jason then takes a step towards me, trapping me in between him and the table, making me feel like a caged animal. I hear Robin try to stand but I wave at her to stay where she is, not wanting her to get involved. It would just make it worse for both of us. "Well, why don't you go out with me tonight and we can really find out what happens when I touch you," He smirks at him. Ew, I'm going to be sick. "Or, I have a better idea, I just do this," I bring my knee in between his legs and while he's bent over I punch him in the face causing him to fall to the ground. I hear a bunch more chairs scrape along the ground and look over to see the basketball team and cheerleaders rushing over to him. I quickly turn to Robin and blurt out, "Well, I'm gonna go see Johnathan now before all hell breaks loose. Hurry up and let's go now," I smile before running out of the cafeteria and heading to my locker, hoping Robin is following after me. Maybe wasn't a good idea to punch Jason but god it felt so good to do it.

I open my locker and quickly pack all of my stuff when Robin comes over next to me to do the same thing. "Oh god, that was so funny. But tomorrow may not be so fun for us," Robin laughs at me as we close our locker doors. I laugh with her as we run back to my car. "I mean yeah but it was so worth it," Once we get to my car I unlock it and we hop in before I drive as fast as I can out of the school. "I'll drop you off at your house then I'll head over to Johnathan's, is that ok?" I say and look over to Robin to see her nodding. "Yeah that's ok, but let me know what happened later tonight," I nod my head and drive faster to Robins. I hope you're ok Johnathan. You're starting to worry me a little. 

#5 Seasons #eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie x reader #steve x reader #steve x eddie #eddie munson x reader #steve harrington x reader #robin x reader #steddie #steve x reader x eddie #stranger things #Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson

[oneslimybastard]

The Nunpire AU Masterpost

Aka, that one AU I fucked with a little bit that got me some attention on twitter, where Piers pokémon was a nun... but also a vampire! Yay!

From 2020 baby. I'm just really tickled by the idea of this Very Obvious Impostor with no one really questioning why they're there. Oh, the one walking around in a sexy Halloween costume? That's just Sister Piers, he never comes out during the day, he probably just gets sunburnt because he's so pale so we don't worry about it. Yeah no he's a guy, why? He's gay and devoted to our lord, amen, so the sisterhood sees no issue with having him be part of it.

I also made it part of the lore that his particular method of hunting was to play a ditzy innocent nun who'd gotten lost, then he'd get down on his knees and just suck 'em dry like a packet of coolaid ripe for M I L K I N G.

For the lord of course, amen, ave maria.

The increasing amount of corpses with Suspect Bitemarks on their wieners was what initially sent off alarm bells in town that there might be a vampire lurking around, so the ~Demon Hunting Agency~ just sent out ya boi Raihan out to deal with it, because I was way into kbnz at the time so Why Not Shippify It (still am for the record, the fixation has just died down)

Raihan was a weredragon you see, because why keep things simple when you can follow your heart? I never drew him more than once in his dragon form though which is kind of a disgrace because I still kinda fuck with it. It's very Todd Lockwood but in these gaudy colors of bright orange and dark blue, it's a fun color scheme, and I like the proportions I came up with for it. Also I got some compliments on his Hat, which agreed, the Hat is pretty Neat.

I didn't really consider the world building that intensely beyond what would make my ape brain go Unga Bunga, so he kiiinda had sealing magic or something but could also puke? Fire? He could do what he needed to for Piers' silly little vampire ass to end up in Magic Holy Bondage, that was the point, that was the ends to the means.

Similarly, I made it a Thing that if dragons like Raihan started to munch on demon hearts they'd get more powerful — but also addicted. Because if you can't tell already, I have a little thing for blood and violence and liked the idea of this dragon man trying really hard to not eat his way into Piers' ribcage to just gobble that heart up.

Piers for the record was kind of into it, and they made a deal that when it was time for Piers to just peace out for good, Raihan would get to eat his heart: because vampires are demons, their souls are tied to hell, but if you get eaten by a dragon your soul will get entrapped within them instead, which was a bit more appealing than eternal punishment for the crime of just kinda being born.

The last related thing I drew for the Au (as far as I can remember at least lmao, might be some other doodles scrambling about that I've forgotten about) was mainly inspired by VtM brainworms, where I just played with the idea of Piers having access to Blood Sorcery, because that term is fucking metal.

I did doodle some more stuff but for other ships in the same universe (mainly huntershipping) but only like. Three things. And I never really posted them anywhere nor do I intend to do so ,':)

Cus my fixation just kinda fizzled out like it usually does so I stopped drawing for it, and now I'm just kinda sitting here on a phat pile of Lore my brain spawned in because I can't help myself. Things got real cursed real fast once my Ghetsis-enjoying burst out into full bloom and I began to ponder what he'd be up to in there 8) spoiler alert: no fun very bad time for Natural Harmonia Gropius, 0/10 do not recommend.

But that's the Nunpireverse! I still like it, and might flesh it out with more art one day, right now it's mostly just a testament to what my brain looks like on self-indulgence run amok. Cross-dressing nun-vampires with dragon-shifter men and also blood kink shenanigans out the ass.

Cultured and refined tastes, you see.

#cw: blood #blood kink #vampire au #nun kink #raihan #piers pokemon #kbnz #fanart #snail's snaily art #let's fetishize that Catholicism babes #nunpire au #long post #snail's thirsty ass

[masterwords]

Spending Christmas in Chicago at Fran’s. Morgan’s sisters building a snowman with Jack while Hotch and Derek enjoy a lazy morning under the warm covers.

Hotch and Derek attending the annual Christmas play at Jack’s school and going for hot chocolate at the Christmas market afterwards.

Both of them falling asleep on the sofa on New Year’s Eve, Jack taking a picture and sending it to Jess and Fran.

Well, I am absolutely certain you had no intention of me using all 3 of these in one story, but I did. With an added dash of baby fever! Hotch and Morgan plus a pregnancy announcement. I think I might carry this one on, too, as a long-term story if anyone is interested? Add it to the pile, folks! I don't write a lot of baby-centric fics but I was sort of in the mood here for some reason. Lots of sweet, soft fluff. Some angst. 3.5k words of SURPRISE WE'RE HAVING A BABY.

***there is comfort where we overlap ***

“We have to go,” Derek said, breezing through the bedroom, from hallway to bathroom with a purpose. Hotch had been in there for over an hour either showering, shaving or having some kind of extended quiet panic attack. “You almost ready?” On the counter was an open bottle of Tums, extra strength, half empty. He popped the lid closed and looked around.

Silence. Derek peeked behind the shower curtain to find Hotch just...sitting...beneath the water. “Aaron, come on.”

“What time is her appointment?” Hotch's voice was small and wet sounding.

“Doesn't matter. We'll know when we know. Come on, Jack's expecting us to show up for this cookies and cocoa thing with his teachers beforehand. Jessica will actually murder us if we miss it, I guarantee it.”

“I know.” He made no effort to move, however.

“Then get up and come on. It's out of our hands.”

Hotch wasn't usually one to mope around, and under normal circumstances he would be the one who had everything together and was ready hours beforehand. But there was something about this particular circumstance that had completely robbed him of the ability to exist. Slowly he unfurled his long legs and stretched them while Derek cut off the water supply and dropped a towel on top of his head rather unceremoniously. “Up.”

“I'm getting up.”

“No, you're stretching like a lazy cat. Get up.”

He got up. Begrudgingly, he managed it and toweled himself off entirely before stepping out of the tub. Derek had already laid out some clothes for him and threatened to set a timer for him to get ready, but Hotch didn't protest and didn't drag his feet. He simply did his best to turn his brain off and put his clothes on.

C'est la Vie had never been in Hotch's life plan. His need for control ran so deep that he couldn't even let other people drive the car he sat in. And this situation was so far outside of his control that it was giving him an ulcer, or at least adding to the one that was already in there. He could feel it gnawing away at his stomach lining. For the last two weeks he'd been eating Tums and drinking Alka Seltzer at an alarming rate. He was making himself sick, and there wasn't anything Derek could do to stop the spiral except wait it out and remind him they had no control and if they found out that it hadn't happened...they would simply try again. And again. And it wouldn't have been his fault.

They missed cookies and cocoa by ten minutes, but they made it before the play started. Just in time to apologize and promise that they'd go out to the little Christmas market downtown afterward to see the tree lighting and parade. They would have just enough time to pop in, grab some hot cocoa, watch the tree lighting and hit the road. Hotch wasn't thrilled, but he'd been the reason for the tardiness, so he kept his protest to a minimum. “It's three degrees,” Hotch muttered, but he'd already given in.

The play was sweet. Not great, most of the kids forgot their lines and some had even lost parts of their costumes, but it was sweet. The really little ones looked like a box full of kittens had been upended on the stage and they all scattered in different directions. There were teachers and parents rushing the stage to set them back on track. The slightly older kids, like Jack, stood on the risers and sang their parts and spoke their lines sometimes too loud, sometimes too quiet, always off key - but overall, it was about as good as could be expected. It would leave them with stories to tell, if nothing else.

As they sat, Hotch worried his thumb over his nailbeds and kept it hidden in his pockets. As if Derek didn't know what he was hiding. With some otherworldly level of stealth, Derek reached over, pulled one of his hands free and squeezed it. At attempt at being reassuring but it only made Hotch feel like crying. That Derek was so laid back and he was absolutely beside himself was cruel.

Their phones were off. Derek had insisted. Not just silence but completely off. “Whatever the result is, we don't need to know while Jack's on stage. Agreed?”

“Agreed.”

Derek led a standing ovation for the kids, much to the delight of the kids on stage who took exaggerated bows and pointed at their families and smiled for pictures. Hotch, for one brief moment, was completely overwhelmed by what was happening on the stage and how completely sweet it was and forgot entirely about the text he was anticipating. In fact, his mind wandered in the other direction, and he found himself wishing he could turn to his right and see Haley there smiling up at Jack through tears of joy and laughter.

Finally, in the lobby while Jack was with his class getting their things together, it was time. Derek took his phone out and looked at Hotch a little expectantly when the screen began to show signs of life. They both saw it, the little flashing light that said he had a text. “No matter what, it's okay, right? If it didn't take this time, we'll try again...”

Hotch's sample had been hard to come by. The timing was off, his work schedule was impeding every attempt at an appointment he made, his stress levels were through the roof...he was starting to feel dead in the water before he'd even made it to the damn clinic.

“Yeah,” Hotch whispered, his breath caught in his throat. If it didn't take it would be entirely his fault and sure they could try again and again, but at a certain point it would be worth questioning how they were going about this. It was their second attempt. The first time, Hotch had wept for a whole night in spite of himself. Derek had to admit that he was disappointed, too, but he could see it for what it was: an imperfect science. They were warned it might take a few attempts and it wouldn't indicate anything wrong, not right away. But Hotch had a hard time seeing it that way when he thought back to the years and years that he and Haley had tried and failed, tried and nearly succeeded, tried and tried.

Derek held his phone up to Hotch, and through the shine of tears he saw the photo, the piece of paper with a big bold word printed right at the top of all the other various lab results. POSITIVE.

“You see it? You see what it says?” Derek asked, unable to wipe the smile from his face. Hotch sniffed and pulled his handkerchief from his pocket before nodding. He was staring at it. Couldn't take his eyes off of it. “We're doing this.”

His voice didn't seem to work, but Derek didn't mind that. He just held up his phone, snapped a picture of Hotch with tears in his eyes, and sent it to Sarah as confirmation that they were ecstatic.

In a few hours, after the Christmas market, they would be on a plane with Jack headed to Chicago to spend the week of Christmas with Derek's family and they would have to keep this quiet until Christmas morning. “Can we tell Jack?” Derek asked, and Hotch shook his head.

“No. Sarah wants everyone to find out when your mom does, she was adamant about that.”

“You don't think he can keep it a secret?”

“Derek. Jack has proven, time and again, to be abysmal at keeping even the most basic of secrets. I would love to tell him but I think it would be ill-advised.”

“All I heard was blah blah blah. Let's tell Jack. I want him to know he's going to be a big brother.” He paused, really taking a second to look at Hotch, at the way the color had drained from his cheeks and the tears glistened in his eyes. “Let's go sit down on that bench and wait for Jack before you pass out right here. We'll decide when we see him.”

Hotch allowed Derek to lead him to the bench, but he wasn't intending to budge on the rest. He was certain that they should not tell Jack, as much as they both wanted to. Until the minute that Jack appeared before them dressed like a little elf and even Hotch could hardly contain himself. With one sideways glance that Derek took as approval to spill the beans (whether it was or was not would be the topic of many discussions throughout the week), the words spilled out.

“Jack,” he said, pulling the kid into his lap. “You ready to be a big brother?”

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There's regular snow and then there is Chicago snow. Hotch relinquished the driving reigns infrequently, but when the snow on the side of the road was piled up as high as the car, and the slush they had to drive in threw the car around like a rag doll, he handed the keys to Derek without any fuss. He could drive in regular snow, out on country roads was his specialty, but there was something daunting about having to adapt to both big city driving and deep snow that he simply couldn't manage. Something about it tipped the scales from him having control to having absolutely none.

The storm was moving in quickly, and they'd been fortunate that their plane had even been allowed to land at O'Hare, but they'd be pushing their luck to make it all the way to Fran's unscathed. By the end of the drive, the car was more like a sled on the big busy streets just sliding without traction, and once they were on the side streets the poor thing was working double time to pull itself through the mounds of wet slush and snow that wouldn't be plowed for days to come. But they made it in one piece and were ready to hunker down and wait out the rest of the storm inside Fran's nice warm home.

And they had four whole days to keep a huge secret from everyone.

The look on Sarah's face, the absolute bliss in her eyes when she reached out to hug Derek, Hotch knew it was going to be a difficult few days. And when she hugged him around the neck, he had to fight back more tears. He was on the verge of tears often, but this was far and away the worst it had ever been. Suddenly he was remembering that first few days after finding out that Haley was pregnant, it was funny how he'd managed to forget all of that now that Jack was older and everything had changed. Now, like he'd stepped into a time machine, he was feeling all those huge overwhelming things again. His life, Jack's life, this baby's life, they all flashed before his eyes. He squeezed Derek's hand out of desperation, and Derek squeezed him back out of love.

Dinner the first night was mostly quiet, with Sarah and Desiree bickering and Derek trying to mediate on Sarah's behalf. As the evening wore on, he began to get a little overbearing and Hotch had to tell him to back off of Desiree more than once.

“She's gonna stress Sarah out,” he hissed as they ducked around the corner. “She needs to back off.”

“Sarah will be fine.” It was Hotch's turn to be reasonable, to find himself slightly more even. His ulcer was still smoldering embers, but he felt more peaceful. The panic had, at least momentarily, subsided. “She's okay.” The strain in Derek's eyes, the absolute uncertainty and out of control feeling that seeped from him was concerning. He was going to blow the secret before anyone else by virtue of his need to care for his sister who was carrying his child.

“I need to take a walk,” Derek said finally, and Hotch nodded in agreement. “Get outta here for a bit. Get some fresh air.”

“Why don't you ask Sarah to go with you? I could use a ginger ale from the corner store.”

Derek reached out and pulled Hotch close to him, pressing their foreheads together. “You're a genius.”

“I know.”

They slept on the pull-out sofa bed with Jack on an air mattress nearby. Fran had made him up a bed, but he insisted on sleeping beside the Christmas tree and how could she say no to that? Beneath a mound of blankets, they listened to the gentle sound of Jack's little snores and whispered, conspired, smiled over the fact that soon they'd have another. And sleepless nights, they would have those too. Hotch was ready for those, he slept so little already.

“How are you so chill all of a sudden?” Derek whispered, his lips against Hotch's ear. It tickled and sent goosebumps in a flushing river down his spine.

“I remember this part. The anticipation. There's a lot of work to do, I like that.” What he meant to say was that there were things he could control now. He could build a crib and set up a bedroom, he could research and buy a car seat, he could do all of these things that would make him feel useful.

“I can't stop thinking about everything that could go wrong.”

“Derek, you said it yourself. You trust Sarah. More than anyone. That's why we asked her specifically.”

"You made a spreadsheet," Derek mumbled against Hotch's shoulder and they both let out low chuckles.

"I did."

Derek buried his face in Hotch's neck and sucked in a shaky breath. “But she lives here and we live there.”

That had been troubling to both of them, but Hotch knew they could make it work. It was a short flight, a slightly longer but still short drive, and they would simply find a way to make it work. She would have Fran here, and the rest of the Morgan family, she wouldn't be on her own. Not even if she wanted it. “It will all work out.”

The next few days flew by in a blur of shopping, eating and laughing with family. Groups of people would drop in with desserts and stay for coffee no matter the time of day, and Hotch felt like he'd inadvertently stepped into a time machine. Back to a time when his mother would keep cakes and other pastries in the freezer on the off chance that company dropped by. Fran's house was a sort of meeting place, a central location for everyone to gather with a full pot of coffee and plenty of seating. They were surrounded by company and laughter, sometimes loud bursts of song would erupt from out of nowhere.

And bickering. Derek and Sarah were at each other's throats, which Fran insisted was perfectly normal when it appeared to be stressing Hotch out. “They've always been like this.”

“How do you handle it?”

“Like this.” She smiled sweetly and stood, walking into the kitchen and approaching her arguing adult children like they were small, like she could ground them from the bikes and sports and summer vacation. It took a minute for her to find her leverage, but she managed and soon they were able to stand beside each other again without fighting.

Finally, the anticipation about at its maximum and Derek and Sarah nearly at their breaking point, Christmas morning arrived. Jack tore through his gifts with fervor, lavishing everyone with huge thanks and hugs. He played Santa, delivering gifts from beneath the tree to their new owners. Everyone got Hotch something warm. A box of fancy tea for relaxation, wool socks, gloves. Derek got vinyl records and new headphones, with a few boxes of screws and nails as a little joke because he always ran out in the middle of projects and had to run to the hardware store.

“Grandma!” Jack chirped, pulling a small gift from beneath the tree. It had been lodged way in the back, a small white box with delicate silver ribbon wrapped tight and topped by a perfectly symmetrical bow. Derek glanced at Hotch and knew, somehow, that he was responsible for the presentation. Fran held the box lightly, turning it over and over in her hands, giving it a little shake next to her ear only to hear nothing. The gift was light as air.

“It's a box!” she exclaimed, and Jack giggled with delight. “What a beautiful gift. I've always wanted a lovely little box. Think of all the things it'll hold.”

“Grandmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.”

She slipped the ribbon from the box carefully, all eyes on her. “Why are you all staring at me?” she asked, a little flushed, and Hotch thought for sure he was going to blow the whole thing by crying before she even knew what she was looking at. He glanced around the room and realized, with some certainty, that Fran was the only person who didn't know. Desiree and Jack's faces were shining with anticipation, and he and Derek were barely containing themselves. Beneath their shared blanket, they slotted their fingers together and held their breath.

Inside the box was silver tissue paper, delicate and soft, and tucked neatly beneath that was an ultrasound with Sarah's name at the top, and something that looked like a squishy little jellybean right in the center.

“Sarah?” she asked breathless, blinking, stunned. “You're pregnant?”

She grinned. “Yes, mama. I'm pregnant.”

“But you're not...” she was struggling, they could see, to put the pieces together. Sarah wasn't even dating anyone. She hadn't in forever, and she'd made it abundantly clear to the entire family that she did not want to have children. Or a relationship. “You said...”

“Read the back, mom.”

Fran flipped the picture over with one shaking hand and it was then, as she read the words scrawled on the back, that she began crying. And laughing. Wet, teary laughter rattled through the room.

“Hotchner-Morgan?” she gasped out, swiping at her eyes with the silver tissue paper absurdly. It was the closest thing she could grab. “You boys?”

“Yes, mama. It's our baby.” Derek paused and squeezed Hotch's hand beneath the blanket. “I thought we said it would be Morgan-Hotchner?”

“You asked me to write it because your handwriting is too sloppy. I made a choice. It's alphabetical.”

“Yeah, I'm sure that was your reason...”

Back home, they spent the rest of the week walking through Derek's house planning out the space. They'd forced themselves to wait until they had a positive result before they started making any real decisions. Hotch wouldn't re-up the lease on his apartment, that much was for certain. They'd managed to uphold two households the entire time and it was fine, but having a baby made it pretty clear that they would no longer be playing that game. Hotch and Jack would move in with Derek full time, and good riddance to that apartment as far as Derek was concerned.

They spent the week slowly moving things over, little things, knickknacks and Jack's art and his favorite bedroom items. They would save the big stuff for later, Hotch still had three months on his lease and then there was the issue of his storage unit full of he and Haley's things. Derek placed a photo of Haley on the mantle beside the rest of their family, a gesture that Hotch would never have asked of him, and once more he found himself with tears on his cheeks. He knew Sarah's hormones would be all wild and out of control, but he was starting to feel like he was experiencing them for himself firsthand.

On New Year's Eve, Penelope and Dave came over to celebrate with them. They were going to tell the team slowly, disperse the information quietly, but it started with those two over glasses of champagne as they counted down the hours to midnight. To a new year filled with possibilities and growth. Hotch's last couple of years had been hard, and he felt hopeful for once. He was overwhelmed by that feeling, and exhausted by it all.

To no one's surprise, by the time the ball was dropping so so slowly on the television and all of New York City was counting backwards from ten live, Hotch and Derek were fast asleep beneath a blanket. They were completely worn out by the week they'd spent joining their households and dreaming of a new baby that was a perfect mixture of both of them. There was still so much more work to be done.

With some urging from a slightly drunk Penelope, Jack slipped his dad's phone off of the table and snapped a photo of them lying there snoring at the stroke of midnight. Dave kissed Penelope on the cheek and Penelope kissed Jack on the cheek and they sent the photo of the two sleeping men on the couch to Jess with the caption “too old for New Years”.

“They think they're tired now,” Dave said, tucking Jack into his bed before he and Penelope left for the night. Derek and Hotch slept soundly on the couch, and no one had the heart to try and get them to move to their bed. They simply looked too peaceful. “Just wait until that baby comes.”

#aaron hotchner #derek morgan #jack hotchner #fran morgan #sarah morgan #the morgan family #david rossi #penelope garcia #criminal minds #christmas to new years fluff

[im-his-druidess]

Hello there!

I'd like to request headcanons about our beloved Moon boys comforting their s/o who struggles with anxiety or overthinking, if that's alright ? No pressure though!

Thank you ❤️

(I can relate very well to this request and I got all up in my feelings 😔😅 I used some of my own experiences to flesh this out so I hope this is what you wanted/meant 😅

And it's always okay to send in stuff! My inbox is always open for requests or headcanons or if you just want to chat ☺️🥰)

Steven is immediately in mother hen mode. He's flailing around trying to gather all your favorite blankets to bundle you up, attempting to find your favorite snacks, pawing through his stack of books because "there's one in here you'll just get a kick out of, love, promise! Just gotta find it first...". He would try his hardest to cheer you up because he can't stand to see you upset, but he ends up working himself up until he's just standing in the middle of the mess he made looking at you utterly helpless. You give him a thin smile, on the verge of shattering but trying to desperately hold it together, and he just gives a small crooked smile in response. "Maybe we can just start with a hug, yeah? Then go from there?" he'd suggest softly and you already have your arms open and face crumpling under your emotions finally breaking free. Steven would gather you in his arms with whispers of love and comfort, holding you tightly as you sob out all you pent up emotions against him, and he will never be the first one to let go. He'll hold on to you as long as you want him too.

Marc can tell by the slight trembling in your fingers that's clutching his hand that you need to escape to a safe place ASAP. You had gripped his hand like it was a lifeline, your breathing turning just shallow enough that it caught his attention as if you had screamed, but what really set him off was the way your eyes darted around like a cornered animal. He would try to get your attention, trying to get you to focus on only him, but you're breathing got more shallow and your eyes. They were so afraid as they flickered around, never settling on one thing for too long, not even on him, and that's when he basically scooped you up in his arms and nearly ran back to your flat. Marc would take care of you until you were settled again. Either by giving you medicine, joining you in a bubble bath, or burrowing in a nest of blankets. Just know that he wouldn't leave your side until you were calm again.

Jake would be a bit more subtle and catch on more quickly once you got stuck in your head. You were known to get lost in your head in daydreams, something they found endearing, so it would take them a few days to realize something was off. Jake would notice it first. He would notice the way your brows furrowed just slightly, the displeased twitch at the corner of your lips, and how you couldn't really follow the conversation. But what really set off the alarm bells was the way your eyes seemed to scorch him to his very bones when you looked at him, but without actually seeing him. Then it would all click into place. "Must be painful in there, mi cielo. I know it is for me when I'm on the inside,” he would murmur, tapping his fingers gently on your temples one night when he finally snags your attention, and you flush with shame. "Talk...we'll go through it together," he would say in a tone that leaves no room for argument. Jake would let you talk through what is stuck in your head, allowing you to talk out the different scenarios chewing at your brain, and he would never get irritated or annoyed at you no matter how long you talk about one subject. He is there to make sure you stay as happy as you make him.

#oops I'm in my feelings #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #moon knight #steven grant headcanon #marc spector headcanons #jake lockley headcanons #moon knight headcanons #marvel cinematic universe #oscar isaac #oscar isaac headcanons #the cryptid answers

[dianalolihikki]

Hey!💜🩷

Today I have the strength and desire to write a post again, so maybe it was a one-day writing crisis,if you can talk about a writing crisis when you write a diary on Tumblr xD

Here it is not necessary to write long posts. On the contrary, I feel that long posts like mine are definitely less read. Seemingly uncool, but on the other hand it provides me with more anonymity, so there is also less chance that someone from my social circle will end up here, so another advantage xD

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Today I'll start with what I was supposed to describe yesterday, but I was too lazy for that xD

Now, at least in my country it is Friday evening, which is the beginning of my most disliked days - the weekend.

Today, however, I'm in such a good mood that I think I'll get through it somehow, my mother is not so drunk yet, maybe she hasn't even been drinking at all. After all, tomorrow her new car will appear in our yard, so she will probably want to test it xD it will be a blue Alfa Romeo ⭐.

Back on topic,today I'm in such a good mood that I think I'll make it. But the worst will be the long May weekend, which in my country will last from the first to the sixth of May.

Do I write about negative things even in a good mood? I must be terribly toxic.

Nevertheless, the plan is that perhaps for the long weekend we will go with my mother to my once mentioned here aunt. Generally with my sensory hypersensitivity I don't know if I'll swallow anything there, but I broke through once,so maybe I'll be able to do it a second time.

A year ago when I was with my mother at my grandmother's house I broke through and ate dinner. It was bought with a huge brawl on my part which I am ashamed of, but somehow I managed. ⭐

My grandmother has been a Jehovah's Witness for several years. Every year she goes in the summer for a week-long convention,I think it's called a congress. My mother and I always go to her place then,in this wilderness with no internet and no showers. I then have the opportunity to overcome my sensory disorder which usually does not work out xD

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Now I try so hard to write about the positives that only negative things come to my mind,and I promised myself that I would write honestly and if I had a worse day I would already panic that I am not honest xD

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I'm surprised at myself that I have so much energy in me, since I was sitting with my phone in my hand until 1 a.m. and when I tried to go to sleep it was a combination of the full moon, emotions from the whole day, intrusive thoughts and a ghost stories that didn't let me sleep.

Intrusive thoughts are quite common in people born prematurely. And when my brain is at its limit it's even more so.

Today I was worried about whether I already want to be no longer childish, girly and want to be feminine and mature. It seems like nothing, but for me these first qualities are the definition of me, my aesthetics, and I don't want to lose it. Well, but as I said,it's probably just my intrusive thoughts that did not let me sleep. I don't even know what exactly made me have them,probably fatigue.

I set my alarm clock for nine in the morning,because I wanted to be ready for K's visit.

K was supposed to arrive to sign a declaration that I had state physiotherapy in April.

Immediately after breakfast I went out on the terrace with my phone. I decided to myself that I would leave the reading for even warmer days.

Then he texted me that I would, however, sign this declaration during our Monday therapy. And that's a very fine decision. Later, B and I came to the conclusion that it was simply not worth it for him to come to me in the countryside, so many kilometers just to get a few signatures.

Today my mother told me that maybe it's just that K has a girlfriend who might be jealous and therefore doesn't want her beloved to have other girls in his Facebook friends.

If this is the case then I sincerely feel sorry for him having such a toxic relationship. Anyway, I'm not even some girl,just his patient.

Although it seems to me more that K wants to keep a professional distance.

Yet this excessive jealousy reminded me not only of my younger brother's girlfriend, but also of A.

After all, at our last therapy she admitted that she is jealous of every female patient around J, even a patient who is three years old. She knows this is unhealthy and wants to control it.

On the one hand, it surprised me, because she herself used to encourage me in joking to hug J, but if it was already happening in front of her eyes she was strangely silent at that moment.

Once out of the corner of my eye I even noticed that right after the therapy at which he hugged me he hugged her, as if he was apologizing to her for something. Or maybe it seemed that way to me? But her words were evidence of something else.

Could it be that she wants to convey to me with this last conversation that she is jealous of me? It fits with her self-doubt.

On the other hand, after all, she herself knows very well that I am a neurodivergent (she is, too, by the way) and she knows that it is necessary to speak directly to me. But maybe her complexes won out over her sanity?

Or maybe she never genuinely liked me?

Or it's like D. said, she just trusted me enough to say it,and if she was jealous of me it was independently of her, and at the same time she liked me.

I would also add that I think even I sensed that she might not like my hugging J.

When they took me to their place,I somehow instinctively stayed away from J in the physical sense, I also tried not to stare at him and not to spend too much time with him during these meetings. I even was successful, although when these meetings took place at the exact camps where I didn't have therapy with J ( and these happened)I wasn't going to keep my emotional distance. He even told me once that my pupils widened when I looked at him. He said it was ok, but what if he meant something else? If it was a warning not to do it?

Because I doubt he would flirt with me, whether in the presence of his girlfriend or in general.

Or maybe? What if he did?

I think I'm crazy.

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Who is D? He is an online friend of mine, we met on an Internet chat room. I often tell him my life with details,and he doesn't expect anything from me in return.

Although sometimes I wonder if he is hitting on me. It is quite possible, although he remains a faithful companion.

Today I told him about the therapy with K. He stated that I don't need to be friends with K because I have him (xD)

Then I told him about A and J's vacation in Albania

He asked if they were sending me pictures.

I admitted that no, that I found out about everything from Facebook and Instagram.

Even D, the guy who claims that A and J adore me, said that this reflects poorly on their affection for me

I replied him back that I always knew that I liked them more than they liked me.

To this he that maybe it's just not as bad as I think.

I hope so too

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Today I went for a walk with B.

Let me start by saying that she brought me lilac again which smells in my room.💜

The walk passed quite nicely, without any distractions, despite the fact that we were accompanied by my doggie.`🦮

At the end of the day, a delicious apple pie was waiting for me.

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I am ending for today,because I feel tired,besides it is already late.

As a reward for writing so long, I will eat a Kinder chocolate and drink an soda.🩷

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[the-firebird69]

there's a few things happening here and this guy next door is a distraction you need to stop

-and there are other things happening to John remillard and AKA Trump and he is being pushed out of tons of places and arrested and he's being robbed of everything he has they're taking over factories and warehouses distribution centers and more and he deserves it

-among the things that he is being kicked out of and it's going to happen very fast very soon our delivery systems nobody wants him in there anymore though the post office has had it they said we have to stop him from coming in there's so many people trying to send things to them

They are attracting them and they're going to have to cordon off the post office and make sure they don't come in and it's going to make for a hell of a day so we're going to help do that and all over the world and for crying out loud YouTube it's really an alarm they said and it is and these people are nuts they are not they're not to be trusted with anything and they're insane in their mouth is going and their brain can't keep up practically none of them

-more or less they are being pushed out of everything probably about 10% today 20 tomorrow on top of that and it will continue and the more you push out the more quickly they get pushed down we think by midweek they're going to pushed out of most occupations jobs services they'll be driving around trying to bother people and we'll try to build devices it's already started and will get bigger and bigger and we'll take out groups of them and use devices on their areas and this happened before but right now it's happening a lot it is happening on a grand scale to just the trumpsters and New Zealand will be under assault and mac daddy said they're getting pushed out of everything in a meeting and he looked at it and he said this is going to Cascade become very huge and we can take advantage of it if we play our chips right and they saw him like in a gambling pose and stuff so they gathered around and they're listening heels what is going on here you're listening to me it says it's because of what you're saying that's true but the image health you said I know for being smart about it and you have to help him get it out so you're interested compete though so he can start doing it and he said no way and Mac turned on fire and he said this is how it's going to go and they deplete here and he's going over it you saying what's going on here they said I told him you know what you're doing and they're listening and he said okay and he said and he told him that way like a gambling way but he told him that it's pretty good odds and he's telling them all this techniques and they're slowing him down and his giving them orders and he's going to step it up and really he's doing the right thing finally this is a disaster and he said I helped Daniel a little and he turned it around and you turned it around using Daniel recently he said this is probably what happened so he smiles and says you're right I have to do it and he is working on it so he turns around and he starts saying it's not him but really this is a huge day it is a huge day and I am very pleased this is finally happening this guy needed this treatment a long time ago who the hell needs some idiot talk to you and harassing you what are you trying to do something the whole world is having a problem with two humongous groups and you have these two I mean the one a****** group not too pain and he's being a huge pain in it and clips leaders and I mean she's the guy needed to go a long time ago and I'm writing recommendations here but he's heating up right now along with this asinine son and place these guys these guys did not have any pull with the max or the clones and their fierce enemies and usually it goes the other way so now they're alone and they're going to get sliced up and they damn well needed this has been horrific

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[watercolourferns]

I'm sick of being tired all the time and getting no rest AT ALL.

I'm naturally nocturnal, but since I got COVID and started on this "is this CFS/MS or is it just me getting old?? I'm too poor to find out out tho" journey I've found that by 11:30 pm I'm too tired to do anything, or even think and I'm in pain constantly too due to my scoliosis so that doesn't help... I toss and turn a lot so getting rest is kind of a problem, and I wake up groggy, with more brain fog than before, headaches galore, my meniere's acts up, it's awful... It exacerbates every symptom, both mental and physical and new and old, I have and I can't function for the day.

But I've found that if I go to sleep at the same hour and wake up at the same hour every day it helps a lot in bringing down does symptoms. So I need to set a schedule for myself to at least try and get some rest. But my brain keeps fighting it, as I said I'm naturally nocturnal.

My brain keeps saying "Go back to bed, it's too damn early!!!" and no amount of me juggling with alarms helps, my brain's just too stubborn and I don't know what to do anymore.

I wake up zombie-like and in so much pain I can't even stretch.

I think it's the weather, it's been flipflopping between cold and warm all month, which I know it's happening, but doesn't make it any easier to handle.

I guess my hops for finding a temperate place to live are gone due to climate change, but at least I'd love to know WHY did my body start to break down like this... Surely nothing I did as a teen except my ED would drive me to this. I did stay up late and things, but I always made sure I got plenty of rest the next day, I was an athlete most of my elementaryand middle school and in highschool and uni I swam out of pleasure because I ADORE swimming, so I kept active and as healthy as someone with OSFED and being a picky eater can be... now?

And I think it was the COVID, I think it was the three times I got it, none of which were my fault, which is even more frustrating. The first time I had it I was out helping mum with groceries, people weren't respecting the masking policy and the elderly schedules, they were out and about as if nothing was happening, taking off their masks to cough and sneeze (a woman at the clinic did that and when we all called her out she tried to cough in our direction, jokes on her we were ALL sick already, the bitch...). We were ironically out to get masks... The second was because our then bff was bunking with us and she refused to stop going out and quarantine and wear masks. She put me, with a weak immune system already, my fiancée, and my elderly parents in danger, and I got sick. We called her out and she dismissed it. I dunno why we thought it was a good idea to all three live together out of my parents' house after that... I think it was desperation. Third time was because my fiancée got sick. She had the CanSino and then the Pfizer and started to show symptoms, people were being very irresponsible at her workplace so we think she already had the virus and vaccine just accelerated it. Can that happen? Anyway, we both got it because I was taking care of her, but we were already vaccinated by then so it wasn't as bad.

I'm so sick of feeling sick all the time, it's like we're back at our early childhood... It stupid and painful and we miss out on a shit ton of stuff going around us... And we can't sleep well...

I don't want to continue breaking down, I'm sick of all of this...

#fern is speaking #venting #tw vent #tw covid #tw disordered eating #tw chronic pain #tw chronic illness