#although I don’t think it was supposed to be… good… ya know?

[thatsouthernstate]

Today was supposed to be so productive and thennnn… Life happened ☺️🙆🏼‍♀️

#also I fell asleep during ghosted last night 🙈 #but finished it this morning…. wow… #so bad…. as expected 🙈 #the cameos were the best part #actually maybe the only good part 🙈 #although I don’t think it was supposed to be… good… ya know? #it was just one of those movies #and regardless I still love Ana and chris they just need better projects to do

[sister-lucifer]

A Bullet in the Chamber

Proxies (Hoodie, Masky, Toby) x Gender Neutral Reader

Genre: Horror/Dark Angst 

Summary: They want you to prove your love, to prove that you truly believe you’re meant to be together…with the help of Tim’s revolver, of course.

Content/Warnings: God, where do I start…obviously massive use of a gun, they play russian roulette, descriptions of gore, the proxies are super manipulative and emotionally abusive to reader, just a super obsessive not healthy relationship, this is NOT a feel good fic, it’s implied reader is being held captive 

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“We just wanna…play a little game with you, that’s all,” Tim drawls, his voice deep and lazy as he looks at you from behind his mask. 

You’re nervous suddenly. Unbearably nervous. A cold chill runs throughout your body and makes your stomach convulse in an agonizing manner, and you don’t know if you’re going to vomit or pass out first. You don’t know why. He’s only just started speaking. Maybe it’s the way he drew out the last part of that sentence, or the way he immediately tried to soothe you before you’ve even fully understood what’s going on, or just that look in his eyes that says ‘I want to fucking gut you.’ 

There’s a reason you learned to keep your guard up around these three.

Suddenly the little circle you’re all sitting in on the floor feels much, much tighter than is comfortable, and it doesn’t help that Toby slides in closer, bumping your shoulder with his and flashing you a knowing smirk. What exactly he knows, though, is a horrific enigma to you.

Brian is on your other side, and although he doesn’t move, for a split second he glances at you out of the corner of his eye before his gaze returns to Tim. He’s managing to hold a straight face, but you can see the corners of his mouth just barely twitching as he internally fights to keep the emotion bubbling beneath the surface at bay.

There’s silence for a few moments, you’re not sure how long, but you don’t realize they’re waiting for you to speak until Toby nudges you.

“I, uh…what, um— what kind of game…?” You stammer, immediately regretting your question despite the curiosity that’s gnawing at you like a starving animal. You shudder when Toby giggles, clearly trying to stifle the sound as he bumps your shoulder again. 

Tim thinks over his answer for a moment, scratching at his stubble in a manner that is far too casual. You think he’s going to speak, you’re expecting it, but he doesn’t say anything at first beyond a tired sounding sigh. Your eyes are locked onto his hand as it reaches behind him, and when it emerges once more it’s holding onto the grip of Tim’s revolver. 

“There’s one bullet in the chamber.” 

The world is spinning suddenly as you watch him place the weapon on the ground, and the sound of it sliding across the floor to you makes you sick. You bite back a gag as it slows to a stop in front of you. Your mouth hangs open uselessly as you struggle for words, desperate to pull out some sort of protest to what you know he wants but no sound comes. 

They watch you grapple with yourself for a few moments before Brian places a hand on your knee. It’s supposed to be a comforting gesture, and normally it would be, but now it feels like a threat. 

“Hey, don’t freak out so soon,” He says, lips curled into a subtle smirk, “We did this all the time when we were younger, it’s practically a rite of passage.”

Unsurprisingly, this does little to quell your fears. You’re shaking now, unable to wrap your mind around how they could be acting so nonchalant about putting your lives on the line like this.

“Listen,” Tim huffs, “I’m gonna be straight with ya, kid. We know how you’ve been feeling recently.” 

That hardly narrows it down. You’ve been feeling a lot of things recently, none of it good and all of it confusing. That’s just the sort of conflict born from this kind of captivity. You shrug, unsure what to say. 

“We know you w-wanna leave,” Toby clarifies, “I saw you staring out t-the window the other day…you just s-sat there for hours.” 

That…made you feel a bit guilty. You shouldn’t, but you do. You could’ve at least made it less obvious. 

“We trust you, hon,” Brian adds with a nod, “But we also think we could all use a little…what did you call it?”

He turns to Tim, who yawns before answering. 

“…Group bonding.” 

You shudder at the phrase. Disgusting. 

“I…I don’t think this is the best way to…t-to do that,” You murmur, but your words hold no weight when you can’t even look them in the eyes. You’d never take the risk of making any sort of real fuss anyways.

Tim shrugs, seeming to consider your words. 

“How would you do it, then?” 

You…don’t have an answer for that. Why don’t you have an answer for that? 

“I-I don’t know, I mean…can’t we just have awkward group sex like other, uh…groups, or whatever?” You ask, hesitating to call your dynamic any sort of relationship.

You make sure to tack on a nervous laugh at the end to make it seem lighthearted, but no one is amused. Toby giggles, but he’s laughing at you, and it’s painfully obvious. 

“Don’t stress about it,” Tim says, “Just think of it as a…a test, you know?” 

He sighs when you shake your head no.

“Ya know, like…a way of proving yourself. I mean, you trust us, right?” 

You hesitate to answer that, but nod quickly when Tim narrows his eyes at you. 

“Good. Well, think of it this way: if we all survive this, it’s a sign that we’re…meant to be together.”

“There has to be a better way—“ You blurt out before you can stop yourself, and Brian instantly takes to calming you. 

He wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side. His other hand comes up to your face, holding your head against his shoulder.

“Calm down, baby,” He says softly, “Don’t jump ship so fast. I told you, we’ve all done this before. We’ll even go first to show you there’s nothing to be afraid of, alright?”

He’s not really giving you a choice. 

You nod.

Maybe you’ll be able to just get this over with. If you sit here for much longer, you’re gonna be sick. 

Toby reaches out to grab the gun first. That doesn’t surprise you at all. He’s never been one for forethought, or common sense in general. One day his hubris will get him killed, you think, but for once you’re hoping it won’t be today. 

Not today. 

Not here.

Not right in front of you. 

Brian doesn’t let you go, continuing to hold you against him as Toby makes a show of spinning the chamber, letting it run until it stops on its own. He giggles with deranged amusement as he presses the end of the barrel to the bottom of his chin, looking back at Tim with a crooked grin. 

There’s silent for a few moments, and you can’t look away from him until you follow his gaze to Tim, who is staring back with furrowed brows.

He’s still for a beat, and then he nods. 

A signal. 

Go. 

You have a split second to process Toby preparing to pull the trigger before you bury your face in Brian’s hoodie and he, in turn, covers your face with his hand and squeezes you tight. It’s hardly comforting, but it’s better than nothing. 

The soft click of the trigger seems to echo endlessly in the silence that follows. 

Silence. 

You quickly look back up and are immediately met with Toby’s hazel eyes looking back at you, their corners crinkled with the wide smile that’s spread across his pale face. 

“Lookie there,” He drawls with a laugh, “This h-handsome face is still in tact.” 

“Hardly the better outcome,” Tim mutters with a roll of his eyes.

This prompts Toby to slide the gun to him next, crossing his arms in feigned hurt. 

“You go n-next then, wise guy. If you blow y-your brains out, at least we’ll know you h-had one.” 

“Shut up,” Tim hisses back as he, too, brings his hand up to spin the chamber of the revolver. You’re still trying to catch your breath. You didn’t think they’d be so eager. 

You’re gripping onto Brian’s hoodie so tightly your knuckles burn as you watch Tim press the barrel of the gun to his jaw, angling it upwards toward the dome of his skull.

He’s not nearly as giddy as Toby. He’s straight faced and silent, which isn’t odd, but something in his eyes is darker than you ever remember it being. You can only see his eyes with his mask on, yet you know his expression exactly. He’s staring right at you, and you’re imagining his brains dashed against the wall behind him, his face and any identifying features that once made him human reduced to a splatter of viscera that barely resembles the pieces of a person. 

And when it’s all over, you think, you’ll surely be the one left to clean the mess of what used to be Tim. You’ll be left to scrub the red stains from the floorboards while the others continue on as if nothing has happened, and suddenly you can’t breathe.

The world stills as once more the trigger is pulled with a click.

Then relief hits you like a shockwave when that click is followed by silence.

Silence.

Your lungs fill faster than you were ready for, and you cough and sputter as your chest heaves with newfound breath. Brian rubs your shoulder gently, his other hand reaching out to grab the revolver as Tim slides it to him. The gun is exchanged without a word, only piercing eye contact as Brian lifts the weapon and spins the chamber, just as his companions had done before him. 

It seems so natural for all of them. In the half a second it takes for Brian to lift the gun you wonder how many times they’ve done this, if you’re the first  person to witness this ritual, and if not, what happened to those who came before you. 

You don’t find any hope of getting answers, though, as you watch Brian press the barrel to the side of his head. He gives you a squeeze, and you can’t tell if he’s assuring you or saying goodbye just in case. 

You still haven’t released his hoodie despite the throbbing pain in your fingers. You’re barely a thread away from tearing out a patch, but you can’t let go. You don’t look at him this time, unable to pull your head away from where it rests on his shoulder. You wrap your arms around him and squeeze like you’re trying to crush him, but he only lets out a breathy chuckle and ruffles your hair in response as if he’s amused by your terror. You’re a scared kid to him, a foolish little child running from an imaginary monster despite the very real threat. 

You can hear his hoodie shifting as he adjusts the position of the gun. You can hear the slight scratching against his hair as the barrel moves against his head. You can hear him suck in a quick breath as he readies himself to pull the trigger. 

You hear the click. 

And then silence. 

Silence.

You’ve never been so grateful for silence. 

You nearly jump out of your skin when Toby claps and laughs loudly, practically howling with wildly misplaced celebration. He shakes you in his excitement, unable to get any intelligible words out through his giggling. 

“Shhh,” Brian says with a finger to his lips, “We’re not done yet.”

He’s right. Goddamnit, he’s right. Not everyone has played yet. You were hoping that maybe just this once the higher being that trapped you in this hell would have this minuscule mercy on you, but you were met with a resounding no. 

Brian places the gun on the floor in front of you. You can’t hear the sound of the metal gently knocking against the wood floor, but it makes you feel ice cold. Your world is rapidly going dark as you struggle to make yourself breathe. 

You can feel the others’ eyes on you, three pairs of eyes staring right at you and boring a hole through your skull that’ll surely be identical to the one the bullet will leave. Maybe they’re imagining it, too. 

It seems you’re not moving fast enough for them.

Toby reaches out and grabs your wrist a bit too roughly, forcefully placing your hand on the gun. You wince like you expect it to burn, but you’re left with only the cruel sensation of metal on your palm. 

You weakly curl your fingers around the grip of the gun. It feels impossibly heavy as you lift it, trembling like a leaf in the wind. You force your other hand up, placing two fingers on the chamber of the revolver as you prepare to spin it.

You press the pads of your fingers against the metal, pushing down in an attempt to spin, but the gun slips from your shaking hands and clatters to the floor. You yelp in surprise and clamp your hands over your mouth, tears suddenly forming in your eyes but refusing to flow over. 

Brian sighs. You can’t tell if he’s annoyed or just disappointed. He picks up the gun, and you think that maybe, just maybe he’s going to let you out, grant you some small reprieve and tell you you don’t have to do this. 

Instead he wraps an arm around your waist and holds you close, and his other hand presses the barrel of the gun right to your head. 

“I’ll do it for you,” He says, as if it’s nothing serious. Like he’s just grabbing a box off a high shelf to be nice. 

You feel like he’s strangling you. He might as well be. It would be a more humane death. 

He’s going to kill you, you think, you’re going to die in this godforsaken house with these bastards, you’re going to die in isolation with no one to honor your body. 

They’ve sentenced you to death. 

You think back to that question of how many have come before you. Is this what they thought about, too? Is this the first, third or twentieth time someone like you has been here? How many unfortunate circumstances have stained the floorboards red over the years this cabin has stood? 

It doesn’t matter. 

None of that matters. 

You’re going to be the next. 

That’s all there is for you to be now. 

A stain of red on the old wood floors will be your only legacy. 

You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you look up at Brian. His expression doesn’t move an inch. There’s no trace of the humor he always seems to have, not even a hint of feigned compassion or sympathy for your position. He’s not letting you out of this. None of them are. 

You reach down and grab Brian’s hand where it rests in your hip, your nails digging into his knuckles. He doesn’t react. He doesn’t even move beyond adjusting his finger to pull the trigger. 

Each second seems to go on for an eternity, yet at the same time everything is moving far too fast. You can’t process what’s happening but you just want it over with, that’s your only choice. 

He’s lifting his finger, preparing to bring it down on the trigger. 

He’s pressing the barrel of the gun into your skin just a bit harder as he readies himself for whatever happens next. 

This is it. 

This is it. 

This is it this is it this is it this is it this is it this is it this is…

The trigger clicks. 

Then there’s silence. 

…it.

Silence.

And then Toby erupts with animalistic, ecstatic laughter. It rings in your ears and echoes around your skull in an almost painful manner. You can’t stand the sound. 

You’re alive. 

The game is over. 

All at once relief floods your body in such an overwhelming manner your vision goes dark. You can’t speak a word before you’ve gone limp in Brian’s arms, and he barely has time to put the revolver down and catch you. He holds you in his arms and makes a half hearted attempt to wake you, but when you don’t respond he looks up at Tim with a smirk. 

“Out like a light.” 

Tim can’t help but chuckle, and for a moment it’s even a full on laugh. This only encourages Toby, who’s flopped over onto his back as his body writhes with mirth. 

Brian groans as he stands, pulling your body up with him. He throws you over his shoulder and nods to the others. 

“I’m taking this one up stairs, gonna put ‘em to bed. I’m sure they’ll be whiny when they wake up, and you two better deal with it.”

Tim and Toby nod and wave him away. Toby’s finally stopped laughing enough to pull himself off the floor as Tim picks up the revolver. He shoves it into Toby’s chest, nearly pushing him over. 

“Go put it up,” Tim orders. 

“Or what?” Toby teases as he takes the gun, “You g-gonna get mad ‘cause I won’t clean up y-your toys?” 

“Just do it,” Tim demands with a growl, clearly not amused. Toby rolls his eyes and huffs like a defiant child, but nods. 

Tim starts to walk away, headed upstairs to his own room, but he pauses on the first step and turns to Toby. 

“Oh, and don’t forget to load it,” He adds, “If it’s empty the next time I need it, I’m gonna kill you.” 

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[hqbaby]

seven — kinda nice

fuck ur instincts — suna x reader & atsumu x reader

you and suna are just fooling around—so why does he care so much when you start falling in love with someone else?

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word count. 2.6k content. swearing, oral (m receiving), fingering, vaginal penetration, handjob, use of pet names, aftercare

“Don’t,” Yukie says, holding a hand up as if to stop you from speaking.

You frown. “I didn’t say anything.”

“Yeah, but you were going to.” She keeps her head down, focused on her notes. “You were going to talk about wanting to drop out again.”

“I was not.”

“Were too.”

“Was not.”

Yachi hushes you. “Are we studying or not?”

You point an accusatory finger at Yukie. “She started it!”

“Y/N, I love you, but can you just please focus,” Kiyoko joins in, looking at you desperately. “Your next exam’s worth 40% of your grade.”

You cross your arms and lean back against your seat. Like a stubborn child. “I know that,” you say. Although you were pretty sure it was only 30%. Maybe you actually should have been studying. You shake your head at the thought, then, “Can I have my phone now?”

“No!” they all say in unison.

“But what if ‘Tsumu texted?”

Yachi groans. “That’s exactly why you can’t have your phone,” she tells you. “You get way too distracted.”

“I do not.”

“Do too!”

“Oh my fucking god!” Kiyoko exclaims. She stands up and marches over to the corner of the room, furiously opening a drawer then slamming it shut. When she gets back to the table, she slides your phone over to you. “Just be quiet.”

“Okay,” you whisper, grinning as you take your phone to check it.

tsumu: u better be studying

You scream, hurling your phone across the room. The three girls look at you in disbelief as you offer them a guilty smile. “Sorry.”

The summer semester rolls away unceremoniously. You spend two weeks hunched over your desk, finishing papers and preparing for your final exams, getting an average of three hours of sleep every night. You run on nothing but coffee and instant noodles, only leaving your room to study in a different setting with your friends who are suffering too.

When you finally pass your last exam—your professor only nodding to acknowledge your existence—a wave of relief washes over you. The war has been fought. The battle is won. And you’re absolutely exhausted.

“I’m gonna sleep forever,” you say excitedly, digging into the salmon bento Atsumu brought you. “Fuck me, this is good.”

“I’ll tell ‘Samu ya like it,” he says, eating his own with gusto. “Ya can say no, but d’ya wanna come to my place tonight? We can watch movies and eat and sleep.”

You nod your head vigorously. “I’d like that,” you tell him. “I’d like that a lot.”

He smiles. “Good.”

Things between the two of you have been going well. You’ve been hanging out for more than two months now and you surprisingly feel no urge to bolt just yet. He’s a good friend and a good person, you like spending time with him. You’ve even started getting close with his friends and the rest of the volleyball team—much to Oikawa’s dismay. 

It’s even given you a reason to see Suna more, which is always nice. You’ve learned that he’s pretty much the same person when he’s around his friends. Quieter, maybe, and a little colder towards you (because you aren’t supposed to be close), but still the same Suna that you’re used to. It’s been interesting getting to know him this way. You don’t mind it at all.

Everything’s been good. You’re having a lot of fun.

Atsumu drops you off at your residence hall after lunch, promising to pick you up later. You give him a kiss and thank him before sending him on his way.

Your room is empty when you get there. Kiyoko’s probably out with Tanaka, you think as you flop onto your bed. The blankets are warm and soft and freshly washed thanks to your roommate who freaked out when you told her you hadn’t washed them in weeks.

You’ll have to get up eventually. Take a proper shower and put on something comfortable. Pack a bag for Atsumu’s place. Maybe grab a cup of coffee. But, for now, you set an alarm and let yourself sleep.

You deserve it.

The twins’ apartment isn’t what you expect at all. You’ve been to other boys’ places before and they all have a recurring theme—Suna with his dirty socks by the door, Oikawa with his hoard of unreturned clothes with price tags still on them, Iwaizumi with his giant Godzilla stuffed toy that he never acknowledges (which you should never acknowledge either)—you thought you’d find something similar in Atsumu and Osamu’s place.

But no.

All you’re met with is a barren wasteland. A living room with nothing but a plain couch and a television. A kitchen with no plates or cups or cutlery. An entryway with no shoes, no mat, no coat rack. Empty. Completely devoid of any signs of life.

“Did you get robbed?” you can’t help yourself from asking.

Atsumu lets out the loudest laugh you’ve ever heard. “It’s not that bad!”

“‘Tsumu.” Your wide gaze meets his. “Do you need money?”

He rolls his eyes at your theatrics. “C’mon,” he says, leading you to what you assume is his room. “Stop starin’ at my kitchen.”

“No, but, ‘Tsumu, seriously. There aren’t any curtains—”

When he opens the door, you’re met with, well, a regular room. A little messy, but bursting with life. The complete opposite of the rest of the apartment.

“What?”

He leads you inside and closes the door behind him. “People get a little rowdy when we throw parties here,” he explains, “So we keep all the common areas clear of anythin’ they might break or steal.”

“Ohhh,” you say, everything clicking into place. “I get it now… I think.”

After the initial shock of his apartment wears off, you realize that you’re standing in his room and decide to look around. Now, this makes more sense.

His bed has been made, albeit a little hastily, and he’s obviously shoved a bunch of clutter under the frame. He has shelves, mostly empty, save for a few textbooks and a volleyball signed by someone Oikawa would probably scream about if he knew. His desk is the tidiest part of the room, with nothing but his laptop and a stack of notebooks to the side. It makes you smile thinking about what he might look like when he’s sitting there and doing his homework.

He picks his laptop up and hops onto his bed, patting the space beside him for you to sit down. “C’mon,” he says, pulling out a bunch of snacks from his bag. “I promised ya a movie.”

You take your place beside him, letting him put his arm around you as you snuggle into his side. “And sleep,” you say, opening a pack of sour gummy worms. “You promised sleep.”

“‘Course.” He smiles, opening his laptop and going to Netflix. “So, what d’ya wanna watch?”

You settle on a romcom—10 Things I Hate About You—and you do exactly what Atsumu said you’d do. You watch and eat and drift in and out of sleep. It’s nice having him beside you, feeling his chest rise and fall with his breath. It makes you feel safe. 

When the movie ends, you decide it’s still too early for dinner, so you put on something else. This time, Atsumu picks. A horror film. The Cabin in the Woods.

As the characters on screen scream, you and Atsumu find yourselves in a rather heated makeout session. You’re straddling him, holding yourself up with both your hands on his shoulders. His legs are bent to keep you closer to him, his arms wrapped around you, hands going dangerously low.

He pulls away from your lips and starts kissing down your neck, occasionally stopping to suck at the vulnerable skin. You throw your head back and whimper, unable to bring yourself to complain about the marks he’s leaving. It just feels so good.

Without even realizing it, your hips start to grind against him, searching for some relief for the growing heat in your stomach. It’s only when you feel just how hard he is underneath his sweatpants that you come to your senses.

You look down to see him kissing your collarbone, eyes blown as he looks at you.

“Do ya wanna—”

“Yes.”

A smirk falls over his lips as he moves his mouth away from you and closes his laptop, pulling your t-shirt over your head. His hand slips behind you and unhooks your bra with practiced ease, yanking it off and tossing it to the side. He descends on your breasts, holding each with one hand, licking one nipple and playing with the other with his thumb.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs against your skin, kissing the soft flesh. Then, he’s undressing you again, this time pulling down your bottoms, leaving you completely naked on top of him. He runs his large hands over your body. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”

“Not fair,” you whine, tugging at the collar of his shirt. “You’re still dressed.”

Atsumu laughs at that. “Yer impatient, huh?” He cranes his neck to kiss you. “Gotta learn to wait, baby.”

Despite his words, he gets rid of his clothes anyway, helping you off of him so that he can remove his jeans and boxers. He stands at the side of the bed, rolling his clothes into a ball, his cock on full display. 

You feel yourself swallow. He’s big.

“Like what ya see?” he asks when he catches you staring.

Instead of answering him, you crawl over to the edge of the bed and take him in your hands, pumping his cock before licking the tip and wrapping your lips around it. He groans. You move your mouth up and down, using your hands to rub the parts you can’t fit. Pulling back, you swirl your tongue over the tip before moving down again.

He watches as you work, trying to memorize the way you look right now. It’s an unholy sight—you stark naked, your head bobbing up and down, sucking him off like nothing in the world matters. He could die right then and there and he’d be a happy man.

“Fuck, Y/N, yer gonna make me come,” he says before pulling your head away. You stare at him with a raised brow and he adds, “I wanna fuck ya first.”

You grin, moving aside for him to sit on the mattress before you straddle him again. “‘Tsumu,” you moan as you slide your cunt over his length. “Want you to fuck me.”

He reaches for your core and touches your clit, listening to your reactions to see what you like, dipping a finger into you and bending it until he hits the right spot. Soon, you’re nothing more than a moaning mess slumped over his shoulder.

“Ya close?” he asks, nipping at the skin near your ear.

You nod wordlessly, whimpers pouring out of your lips.

“Come for me, then.”

Your orgasm hits you like a train. It crashes into you as you stop grinding against Atsumu, your body wracked with pleasure. You hold onto him as he whispers praises into your ear.

“Did so good, baby,” he tells you, a soothing hand coming up to rub your back. “Still want me to fuck ya?”

You nod, coming down from your high.

“I need ya to say it, baby.”

“P-please fuck me, ‘Tsumu,” you say. “Please.”

He smirks. “Yer so polite,” he says, reaching over to a drawer on his bedside table and pulling out a condom. He rips the package open and slides the latex down his cock. You gulp, reminded of just how big he actually is.  “Yer such a good girl. Think ya can ride me, huh, good girl?”

You move your head mindlessly, practically drooling at the sight of him. “Yes, ‘Tsumu.”

“Go ahead then.” He nods. “Ride me.”

You lift your hips a little and take his cock in your hands. He hisses at the contact. Slowly, you line him up with your core and sink down onto him. Your eyes close at the feeling of him filling you up. When you’ve taken all of him, he gives you a moment to get settled. Then, you lift yourself up then fall back down again. The sound of slapping skin fills the room as the two of you moan at the feeling.

You do it slowly a few more times before you're bouncing on his cock, slamming yourself down again and again. You feel so full. “Feel so good, ‘Tsumu!” You moan. “So fucking good!”

His hands come up to cup your ass, fingers wrapping around the expanse of flesh. He halts your movements before drilling up into you, hard and fast. He watches as you throw your head back and your hands come up to hair.

“Yer so hot,” he says, pressing his face into your chest as he continues to thrust. “Takin’ me so well. So tight, baby.”

You can feel your second orgasm approaching. “I’m close, ‘Tsumu.”

“Let go, baby,” he tells you, voice straining slightly. He’s close too. It’s hard not to be when your pussy is gripping onto him that way, all warm and tight. “Let go for me, yeah? Like the good girl y’are.”

You let your high hit you again, hands scrambling to grab onto his shoulders. Your nails dig into his skin, scratching the flesh as he continues to move. “Fuck, ‘Tsumu!” Feeling his grip on you loosen, you start bouncing to meet his thrusts. “Come for me, baby.”

“Can I come on yer tits?”

You almost laugh at how meek the question sounds compared to everything else he’s said. “‘Course, baby.” 

You get off of him and let your knees fall to the bed. You lean down and press your chest to his groin, slipping off the rubber and pumping his cock. Your eyes stay on him as you move. He looks absolutely divine. 

In the darkness of his room, his blond hair catches a hint of light and shimmers above his head like a halo. He stares at you through his hazy gaze, the picture of a fallen angel.

Then, he throws his head back and cum shoots onto your skin. You keep moving until he puts his hand on your arm and pulls you up to kiss him. Your lips melt onto his. The kiss is nice and slow, the two of you holding onto each other as your heartbeats begin to level.

He pulls away first, grinning that boyish grin of his. 

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” you say.

“Are ya hungry now?”

“Starved.”

“Let’s see if ‘Samu’s home. Get ‘im to make us dinner.”

“I hope he isn’t.” You wince. “We were kinda… loud.”

Atsumu shrugs. “Oh well.”

You hit his arm playfully as the two of you start laughing. 

He gets dressed and helps you get cleaned up, grabbing a damp towel from his bathroom and placing himself between your legs. “Sorry, sorry!” he says when you hiss as he wipes you down. “Still learning.”

“It’s okay.” You smile at him, endeared by his concern. “Just a little sensitive.”

When he’s done, he gives you one of his shirts (a jersey from his highschool team) and a pair of boxers to change into. There’s something so careful about the way he moves. Like he doesn’t want to scare you away. As you watch him go around his room—asking what you want, asking you if you’re sure you’re okay, insisting you at least drink some water—you feel your heart swell a little. It all just feels so… nice.

In fact, you’re so swept up in Atsumu that you don’t even see your phone light up in the darkness of the room. A text message just waiting for your reply.

rin: u wanna have dinner?

notes. atsumu babes hi <3 i have not forgotten about you <3 anyway!! before the plot continues plotting, lmk what team you guys are on ;)

#hqbaby.fyi #hqbaby #haikyuu #suna rintarou #suna #suna rintarou x reader #suna x reader #miya atsumu #atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #haikyuu x reader #suna rintarou fic #suna fic #miya atsumu fic #atsumu fic #atsumu smut #haikyuu fic

[robarazzii]

James Potter going to florist!reader’s shop and having the worst allergies ever.

James doesn’t actually need a job (he’s very rich) so he just likes popping in and out when he’s not doing all the millions of hobbies he’s started and got bored off after a week.

He would love helping organise bouquets with her so would always down play how bad his allergies actually are. she could tell but didn’t wanna upset him so just let him help out, it makes him even happier than he normally is so it’s all good.

James wouldn’t order flowers because he knows reader is already so busy, so he just does simple acts of kindness like bringing her and the employees lunch and snacks or coffee when they need it.

James always found his name to be kinda plain although he loved it because it was what his mother named him but when they have babies (whether it be humans or furry babies) he would go through all the rare flower names begging reader to name them after it or at least give them a cool middle name.

it would go kinda like this:

james : Selenicereus grandiflorus

reader: what do you mean jamie?

james: the babies name, we could call her Selenicereus grandiflorus

reader: jamie how is the baby supposed to say that never mind spell it, i can’t even spell that and it’s a mouth full don’t ya think?

james: but babyyy we could call her night bloom for short, pleaseeee

reader: hmm i’ll think about it

#marauders #marauders era #james potter #marauders fluff #marauders headcanon #james potter fluff #james potter headcanon #robarazzii says #james potter x reader #james potter x y/n #james potter is my boyfriend #james potter x florist!reader #dad!james potter #james potter has allergies #james potter is an angel #daddy james potter

[goldyeokki]

𝟏𝟎 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ¹⁸⁺ 𖦹 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐓: lee donghyuck, huang renjun, mark lee, osaki shotaro, jung sungchan, uchinaga eri (giselle), ning yi zhuo (ningning)

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄: fluff, humour, a dash of angst, smut ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒: you and lee donghyuck both get along like oil and water. if it were up to you, you would be going about your days without even breathing in his direction. unfortunately you're in the same friend group and you have to tolerate each other. as handsome or attractive as people claim him to be, you hate his guts. there's so many reasons why you hate him, so why do you get butterflies in your stomach when he's near?

꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓: 0.5k (written 10k, proj. 20k) ꒰ ♡ ꒱ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: none here

꒰ 💬 ꒱ 𝐇𝐔𝐀'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. i hope you're all as excited as i am!! ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა there's so many good parts in this fic i wanted to share but i decided on this one hehe. taglist is open for this fic - please send an inbox to me! thank you~ (๑>◡<;๑)

You weren’t waiting for compliments from anyone nor did you need any but of course, Lee Donghyuck had to put himself out there and get underneath your skin.

He was most likely on his way to his frat house. Sometimes you’d bump into him if you were unlucky. He knew better than anyone not to sneak up on you from behind (especially after Halloween in freshman year) but you’d rather have him do that than yell your name for the entire campus to hear. He’s like a malevolent spirit in the guise of an attractive man-child who thinks fart jokes are funny.

“_____, are you ignoring me?” He whined out loud and it gained the attention of some passersby who looked towards your direction in brief curiosity or annoyance. He called your name again as he caught up with you before he threw his arm over your shoulders. You have never known if it’s a habit or if he had been doing it on purpose to get under your skin.

“What do you want, Hyuck?” You deadpan, turning your head slightly to look at him while walking. He easily fell into stride with you—as if it’s an action as natural as breathing—and surveys you from head to toe. His silence speaks a thousand words at maximum volume and now you’re suddenly self-conscious.

He walked a couple of steps ahead of you while facing you. His hand gently grabbed onto your forearm, as if he was guiding you somewhere. Your brows creased in visible confusion.

“_____.” He called out your name so sweetly that it almost threw you off-guard. You nodded at him to tell him to continue. For a moment, he didn’t. His dark eyes glazed all over your figure from head to toe, tongue swiping over his lips. The sun’s rays got caught on his silver lip ring and it shone brightly enough to capture your attention for a split second.

He was wearing a maroon button-up shirt with the buttons undone halfway down to reveal the silver cross necklace that always hung loosely around his chest. You would be lying if you said he didn’t look good. He’s attractive and he knows how to highlight his best features.

His eyes finally met yours and truthfully, nothing could have prepared you for what he said next.

“You look really fucking good.” The corners of his lips tugged upwards into a playful, cocky smirk. He winked at you and blew an air kiss before turning his back onto you and walking off. You were frozen in place as he continued his journey to wherever the fuck he was supposed to be. He raised his arm to wave at you but not once did he look back. “See ya for movie night tonight, babe!”

Remembering that particular incident had your cheeks burning against your will. Forcing yourself back to the present, you rake a hand through your hair and look down at your phone to find new texts from him.

You don’t know if you want to crawl onto the table and choke him or just leave him on read. Although the first option sounds great, you know that he would probably pin you down faster than you’d like.

want more? read the full fic here!

#haechan x reader #haechan fluff #nct fluff #nct x reader #nct dream x reader #nct dream fluff #lee donghyuck x reader #lee donghyuck fluff

[whats-it-mean]

haibigibugigu

jade

jade leech

he lives in the ocean right like the atlantic

so would he know what snow is like

would he know what a warm fire is like?

no

also add floyd in

we need both twinsies

if you couldn’t understand that:

can i have a fic where the it’s the Leech Twins first snow and it’s just astonishing to them how humans stay inside by a warm fire all winter

EELS

Dear Emphasis,

I’d like to thank you for inviting me over to Ramshackle this past weekend. It was quite the experience to see all the customs you little humans have for this time of year… Really, your little traditions are quite enjoyable to watch. Cute, even.

Especially the snow, i think- although letting Floyd run around unsupervised outside with the snow was most definitely a mistake, It’s just so fascinating to see all the things i never did growing up. You humans really are special little creatures, aren’t you?

Hmm… That reminds me- Azul had wanted to use some of your human traditions for a little party in the lounge. Of course, most other students are off visiting family for vacation, so the reception may be minimal, but i do hope to see you there. Seeing you in the lounge is always a treat. Maybe I can put up some of that mistletoe you humans like to hang for such occasions-...? I’ve read that you land-dwellers use it as some sort of excuse to kiss each other.

Really, I don’t quite understand you humans. If you want a kiss, it seems more sensible just to ask for one, no?

Oh well. So long as I get to kiss you, I suppose I don’t mind.

---

Shrimpy!!!

You’re really weird with all these traditions you keep up, ya know that?  I really don’t see the point in all this stuff… Back home, we would just eat good food for the holiday and call it a day. Oh, that said, seeing little sealie all tangled in those ribbons was really funny, though. Him screamin’ while he tried to wrestle out of the bow on his head- ahaha! He looked so dumb.

Actually-.... Hey, this gives me an idea!! Hehe- Alright, you’re free tomorrow, right? right?  I’m gonna come over to your dorm, ‘kay? It’ll be fun! And, don’t worry, Azul made me promise not to bite you this time. Said something about you being important because of your ‘free real estate’.

You know what? Scratch tomorrow. I’m bored and writin’ this got me all excited. I’m comin’ over now, ‘kay? Oh, I guess you won’t really see this ‘till i get there… Oh well! You’ll be happy to see me, I promise, shrimpy~

A/N - WEHEHEHE thanks for letting me indulge in some floyd,,, sigh i love the silly eel boys. and eels in general. this probably isnt the most canon compliant but what the fuck nobody cares ya know

#⤥ mairu writes ! #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #leech twins x reader #tweels x reader #leech twins #jade leech letter #floyd leech letter #twst fanfiction #disney twst #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader

[rpreaperperson]

6: Grumpy Claw

For more : Masterlist

Warning: Mean Ghost...dont he always

Cheeks puffed, eyebrows furrowing, mouth upside down, eyes glaring at certain someone

And that someone ... is the one who push her down the river when they tried to escape from the mercenaries to the river

Her fluffy tail tapping, each time its tapping the person who makes her anger flinch 

“Kitty...c’mon you know he didn’t mean it, he just doesn't want you to get hurt..” Soap coax her to forgive whatever the culprit had done to her

 “psst, what's wrong with her?” Grave whisper at Soap

“uhh well...”.

.

They’re moving on the white building that kept Hassan....well supposed to anyway, all they got a cartel members and no signs of Hassan

But Claw can still smell Hassan around the room as she sniff around the room.

“They must’ve moved him” her ears twitching at the rough voice

“When?”Soap ask

“not long Master, not to mention theres his flag, must I say your intel’s perfect Master Ale” her finger tracing the flag as she glance at Alejandro, nodded in gratidute Alejandro smiled at her

But then a sound of rumbling alert her,and the tense of her body making Ghost alert too

He glancing out the window

“What is it?”

“The army”

“We got reinforments”

“Negative” Claw snapped her head at Alejandro

“They’re enemies?! But..why?! I thought the army –“ Claw shriek ears flatting against her head in fear

“Calm down gatita, These are troops are paid by the cartel. They’re helping the cartel protect Hassan” hearing this making her ease a little bit

“Mutiple vehicles...troop transports. Light armor”

“Hold fire, let them get close” Claw mounting her gun rushing into Soap side, her belly full of adrenaline glancing at each of her Masters

‘So...this is war..although I already feeled one..but why is this one feels different?’

“Weapons free!!”

“Nya?!” She immediately duck when a bullet came through her, annoyed Claw throwing her grenade

“Eat this! KABOOM!”

“Good girl!” Alejandro praise, Clam beamed at the praise

Then the enemy threw a tear gas, yellow gas spread the room hands covering noses and mouths as they started coughing

Especially Claw who was deeply sensitive with her nose, ear flatting she wobbled as Soap grab her back collar, without word he held her close and jumped out the window along with the others 

“Ya okay Lass?” 

“Y-yes Master..” she smile assure him, Soap as usual rubbing her soft hair 

Alejandro who saw Soap’s affection to Claw became a little bit envy of Soap

“Down the hill! We'll lose them in the mountains! Fan out and stay close” following the Colonel order they retreat down to the hill

.

Claw slit eyes scanning around the mountain as she pointed her gun, ear’s twitching wildly 

“Save your ammo Cl-- “her eyes caught something and she lauches her bullet pass one of the soldier head Rodriguez, she shot a sniper who had been aimed them from the ledge

“YEAH! Did you see it? Ma-” Ghost stare stabbed through her skull, a silent scold treatment 

Her ear flopped into her head

“Good shot Claw!” then she beamed at the praises from Alejandro

.

“Ahh so I’ve heard she’s really a good shooter” Grave glance at Claw who still glaring at the person

“And I so proud of her...Anyway” 

.

“You’ve lead us to dead end mate!” nowhere else to go but to jump to the river

“W-we jump from here?” Claw squeked holding her gun close

“Don’t lose your weapon!” Alejandro jumped followed with Rodriguez

“Jump Claw!”

“I-I think -- “

“Bloody Hell .Just.GO!!” Ghost shoved her back, Soap widen his eyes as Claw falling into the river

“NYAAAAAA!!! I HATE YOUUUU MAS--”

Splashh!

.

“Ghost pushed her into the river and she mad at him?”

“more or less, but can’t say he doesn’t deserve it”

“Why?”

“eh..He’s been kinda mean to her today” rubbing under her neck Soap able to making Claw purring in delight

“Master..” the hybrid tugging his shirt

“mm?”

“Am I a bad girl?” eyes went teary as she looked upon his

“Nahhh why you think of that?? LT just havin another grouchy mood, ain’t that right  L.T?!”

“if she could be more obedient then maybe, I will not be this grouchy” Ghost snap at Soap

“W-woah woah hold it there Ghost..calm down” Soap putting his hand up, Grave raising his eyebrow surprised to saw the calm lieutenant be this snappy

“M-master...why did you so meann, I’ll do everything you told me...”

“No!, no you dont..” He pointed his finger at her 

Body trembling irrated , her eyes became teary

“FINE! I HATE YOU MASTER!! I WILL ASK MISS LASWEL TO BE MOVED ANOTHER TEAM!!”

Soap and Ghost stood there in shock 

“.....join me instead?” ask Graves patting her shoulder

“Can I?!

“Yep, ‘sides most of the boys is a cat person sooo..yeah they would be delighted” he smirk as Graves rubbing between her ears

“NO! join me instead Claw! I will give you many snacks as many as you wants!” suddenly Alejandro pop up out of nowhere with Rudy beside him deadpan 

“SNACKS?!” Graves ‘tsk’ing 

“Claw...please you dont have to..” Soaps plead became muted on Claw ears

Her attention completely focused on Alejandro

 then he glared at Ghost 

“....Shit” for the first time Ghost got scolded by Soap

Taglist:  @lilpothoscuttings  @kaoyamamegami

#neko reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty modern warfare #john soap mactavish #john soap mctavish x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #philip graves #philip graves x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #claw

[s1r3ns-c4ll]

Hey siren, so just finished your Poppy fic and I loved it so if it's not too much trouble.

Could you do one with Poppy again where her parents order their crew members capture her on sight and deliver her to them.

Summary : she went on a poacher camp alone and ended up.... ya know

And so FEM mc goes and saves her I need some hurt/comfort in my life.

If any of this makes you uncomfortable at any point feel free to delete this req. Although I did read your guidelines for the request I apologize if you said something about this topic and it slipped my mind

Anyway thank you and have a nice day :)

Find Her (Poppy Sweeting x F!Reader)

Hi! Thank you so much for being my first request! And sorry it took a while! I had a bit of writer's block, but I think this turned out pretty good! Hope you like it! Paring: Poppy x F!Reader Warnings: Implied kidnapping, canon-typical violence. Reader went off in this one. Summary: Poppy had been gone for hours at this point, and you were worried. Natty came with news on the topic, and you were going to find her, no matter what. Word count: 1725 words

This was not how this adventure was supposed to go.

I mean, this wasn’t the first time she’s gone out and saved a few beasts from poachers. Poppy was small, yes, but she could handle her own perfectly fine. 

And she was! She unlocked the cages, setting free a group of mooncalves and a young hippogriff. The Hufflepuff watched as the beasts made their escape and watched as they passed the trees into the forest. 

Poppy began to step backwards, getting ready to head back to Hogwarts, but was interrupted by the swirling of colors that surrounded her, revealing a number of poachers. Very dangerous, very powerful poachers.

Oh no..

“Aye, mate… Ain’t it our lucky day?” She could hear the grin on the poacher’s face, hell, she could see the smile behind their masks. Poppy readied her wand and shoved down any anxiety she felt. She could unpack all of that later.

“It really is! An’ here we thought it couldn’t get any better. The bosses are gonna love this..”

“Time to bring their daughter home.”

Poppy faltered.

Oh.. Oh no.

~~~

You were worried.

And angry, and anxious, and so much more. 

It made you feel bad for the possible worry you’ve put your girlfriend through. Because here you are now, playing the role of ‘worried girlfriend’ and you’re about a half a second away from getting on to Highwing and soaring through the skies to find her (and you still might do that either way.)

You found yourself pacing through the Transfiguration courtyard. Imelda and Sebastian stood across from you while Ominis sat by the fountain. Each of them attempted.. In their own ways, to console you.

“I’m sure she’s alright.”

“Imelda, it’s been hours!” You threw your hands up before you ran them through your hair, mussing

“Sweeting’s capable. Even if she’s got herself into a poor situation, she'll be strong enough to survive until we get there, and you save her like her knight in shining armor.” She shrugged. Imelda’s nonchalance both calmed you, but also exasperated you to no end.

Sebastian raised a brow at Imelda. “You sing fairly high praises there, Melly, I thought you didn’t like her.”

“I don’t. I just know when people are impressive. And don’t call me Melly, you oaf!”

“Right..” You managed a chuckle hearing the banter, and the two slytherin smirked triumphantly. The moment didn’t last, though. The relief left just as soon as it came as you watched Natty run over to you and the others, a look of concern on her face.

“My friends! I have news!” The Ugandan looked to you, and that anxiety you had felt before rose considerably

“I hid behind the cover of the trees, and heard a group of poachers talking about a girl they had taken to their base, east of Hogwarts.. They mentioned their leaders being happy with the- Wait-!”

You didn’t need to hear the rest of her sentence, not wanting to waste time that could be used to get to Poppy. Wordlessly, You pulled out the Nab-sack Deek gave you and released Highwing in the middle of the courtyard. You got on her back with practised ease, and she flew up into the skies under your command, guiding her east to where Natty mentioned, ignoring the protests of your companions. You needed to save your girlfriend, after all.

~~~

“That idiot! She left us in the dust!”

“I’m as annoyed as you are, Imelda, but you best follow her while she’s still within sight.” Ominis stood up and turned his head to where he assumed the other three were, who were still slightly shocked at the speed you had taken off.

“Did you three not hear me? Get your brooms and go!”

Natty was the first to shake out of their surprise, and ran to follow Ominis’ words. Imelda followed closely, but not without having to run back and grab Sebastian by the cloak as well.

“I’m surrounded by idiots, I swear..”

~~~

Poppy was scared.

She hated to admit it, but she was. Her parents stood a few feet away from her. They bickered quietly. About what, she wasn’t sure. Her main focus at that moment was to keep her panic down. You were coming to get her. She knew you were. You were her strong, brave, and immensely wonderful girlfriend. You’ll find her.

Her nerves calmed at the thought of you. That’s right. It’s you. You saved hogsmeade from a troll. You saved Highwing along with Natty from Falbarton Castle.

It’ll be okay..

Crashes and hurried screams made her jump from her thoughts. Yells of protest, magic flying through the air filled the background noise. Her parents started grabbing multiple things and stuffed them into bags as she looked around hastily- until she could faintly make out a voice.

“Where is she!?”

Poppy smiled. 

You found her.

~~~

Explosions, crashing, screaming.. Chaos filled your ears as you and your friends burst into the base, caution thrown into the wind in lieu of your rage. You casted confringo on an unsuspecting poacher, and magically threw an explosive barrel at two others. They were going to pay for taking your girlfriend, and you could care less about the carnage you were going to cause. 

Or at least- the carnage you wanted to cause. Sebastian pulled you back by the shoulder, and you looked at him with a scowl.

“What the hell, Sallow-”

“Let us take care of these poachers, you go find Poppy!”

“But-”

“Go!” Imelda shoved you to the side, and shot a magical blast at an animagus that was aiming at you.

You stumbled, looking at the other three before nodding to them and running off.

You had to find her.

~~~

“Poppy-!? Poppy!!” You ran frantically through the poacher base, the distant sounds of fighting between your friends and the poachers long forgotten in preference of searching for your girlfriend. 

Where is she..? Come on.. Have to find her, have to find her have to-

“Let me go!” There we go.

You ran, practically launching yourself in the direction of the familiar voice. You slammed the door open and the sight left you seething. Your girlfriend, your Poppy was bound by the wrists, trying to pull away from two poachers attempting to pull her through a back exit. One tall in stature, and just a few inches taller than Poppy herself.

Oh hell no.

The poachers didn’t quite register that you were there, by the doorway, and you took your chance. Completely foregoing magic use, you strode right up to them and swung. Your fist collided with the mask of the taller one, knocking it off his face and sending his head back. You didn’t spare a second to take a look at his face, and brought your hands together to slam them down, taking the poacher to the ground. He laid on the floor, and not wanting to take the chance (and also wanting to take out your frustrations) you kicked him, sending him into dreamland. 

With your focus on the man, the shorter one cast depulso on you, and your shoulder crashed into the wall. You inhaled through your teeth, pain shot through your shoulder for a second, and you could faintly hear the worried cry of your name from Poppy. You recovered quickly, though, looking more pissed than hurt. You took out your wand and used your ancient magic, slamming the other poacher into the ground multiple times. Overkill? Maybe, but you were mad and you could worry about it later.

Now that you had the chance to look at the poachers you took down, you began to notice little details.. The same shade of brown hair, the softer face shapes..

So they were the parents she talked about.

You take a moment to calm your breath, shaking the thoughts from your mind, chest heaving from how much force you put into those hits and the anger that was bubbling inside of you. Once your breath steadied, you immediately turned your attention to Poppy, and hurried to untie her bindings.

Maybe it was the relief of you finally being there in front of you, or the fear that she had been pushing down, or maybe a bit of both and more, but words just started falling from her lips, frantic apologies and explanations.

“I’m so sorry, everything was going fine- I- I just- released a few beasts from a small camp. That was all it was supposed to be- I never thought they’d- Never thought I’d see them again- that they’d try to do something like this-” Her vision started getting slightly blurry, and you tossed her bindings to the side.

“Shh.. Shh, it’s alright love, don’t apologise.. You have no reason to be sorry.. I’m just glad you’re alright and that I’m here with you now.” You pull the shorter girl closer, letting her fall into you. You cradled the back of her head with one hand, the other rubbing circles on her back as tears began to stain your uniform. You pressed a kiss to the top of her head, and continued to whisper quiet reassurances into her hair.

You both stay like that for a while, long enough for the battling happening outside of the room to quiet down, until the fight your companions were having had finished.

“Let me carry you. It sounds like the others finished the last of the poachers at this base, and Highwing is worried about you.” You adjusted, moving your arm behind Poppy’s knees and lifted her up. Usually, she’d protest, embarrassed at the attention, but she only curled into you more. You felt he arms tighten slightly around your shoulders

“Thank you…”

“Why are you thanking me? I’d come for you no matter the distance, you know that..”

“And before meeting you, the only one who’d go to those lengths was Highwing herself. But now? Now there’s you.. Your friends-”

“Our friends.”

You heard a small chuckle. There she is.

“Our friends. Either way.. I have more people in my corner, and in no small thanks to you.”

“Then you’re welcome, love..” You pressed one last kiss into her head and began walking out of the room and down into the main area of the base, where Highwing and the other three stood, waiting for you.

#siren hl #poppy sweeting x reader #poppy sweeting x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy x mc #hogwarts legacy x reader #poppy sweeting

[dkniade]

Offering to Cook Food and Seeing Your Reaction

ITTO, ALBEDO, ZHONGLI, KAEYA

(Not intended to be reader inserts but you can think of them that way.)

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Experiment Notes

To get a feel for how Itto talks in English dub and try an informal speaking style

To properly appreciate food and incorporate a character’s setting to their dish

To convey key character traits in a short mundane scenario within a small word count

To imply what the other interlocutor said by the character’s reaction and change in topic in the next lines

Content Notes: Albedo’s part shows him being people-pleasing and having difficulty accepting compliments. Zhongli’s part briefly touches on grief and implied character deaths.

ITTO: Cooking Food

You hungry, buddy? Snacks are great but with that sorta growl— Hah! You’re gonna need something more. Well, you’re in luck~ Arataki “Number One Gourmet” Itto knows a whole menu’s worth of dishes by heart. Fried, sauced, pan-seared, you name it!

ITTO: Dish-Tasting

Tastes good, yeah? Heh, when you’ve got a gang to feed, y’learn to whip up bites that’d keep ya full. ‘Course, they come back askin’ for seconds! I know, I know, don’t be shy~ Get in line. I’ll whip up ten more batches! Hahahaha!

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Man, your tummy’s growling—

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I know it tastes amazing.

‘Course it’s good! That’s all these years of cookin’ for the gang! That’s right!

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ITTO

good at cooking snack food for the gang (think 小摊 or 夜宵 sorta food)

Easy to make stuff that are oily and deep fried, going all ham in sauce 

huge ego, lighthearted, cares for Arataki gang

It’s quite surface ‘cause that’s what I got from his Voiceline profile

ALBEDO: Cooking Food

You’re hungry? I suppose I’ve carelessly let time slip by indeed… Very well, I’ll prepare some Sunshine Sprat. I imagine you’ll need a larger serving than me with your constant travels. Still, I hope it satisfies your hunger.

ALBEDO: Dish-Tasting

How is it? It may seem simple, but this dish requires slow cooking over low-heat for the butter to melt into the fish completely. I removed the bones and applied seasoning, but it may still be a bit bland for you. …Ah, it’s delicious? Yes, the ingredients are fresh from lakes at the bottom of the mountain. …My cooking skill? The combination of ingredients to create reactions is not unlike alchemy, after all. In any case, is the serving size okay? I don’t have a big appetite, so— …I— Traveler… Erm, excuse my reaction to… Thank you. I’m happy to hear that…

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You’re hungry, you say? 

If I may ask, do you prefer Mondstadtian snacks or a full dish? …

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Though seemingly simple, this dish requires

I made sure to remove the bones as they might be unpleasant for you,

…Ah, really? I’m glad it satisfies your hunger, then.

…Ah, it’s delicious? Yes, the combination of ingredients to create reactions is not unlike alchemy.

Because of my skill? It’s nothing.

If you need more— It was the perfect size?

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ALBEDO

Good at making Sunshine Sprats and knows some Mondstadt snacks Klee likes

Quality and elegance over size in cooking

Takes great care in cooking and making sure the one eating is satisfied 

(wait, he’s asking a lot of questions, this feels a little extreme, ah but it’s taking care of his friend, so he wants to know despite his lack of experience)

Too worried about others’ reactions and living up to their standards 

Explains compliments away by linking cooking to alchemy, but eventually takes compliment for himself 

This last part was hard to word

ZHONGLI: Cooking Food

The art of cuisine takes patience and skill, so the preparation cannot be rushed. This soup requires a certain technique and seasoning, but its ingredients are minimal so it will only take six hours to prepare… Although, I’ve been advised to prepare it beforehand so you do not suffer from hunger for so long. Please wait for an hour for the last few ingredients to be fully cooked…

ZHONGLI: Dish-Tasting

At times like this, I look back on memories I’ve shared with my companions. Years pass, yet still I wish to taste wine while sailing away from the harbour… Would you like some? …No, that’s all that I ask for. Being able to share mundane moments with you is what makes them memorable. Even osmanthus flowers are more beautiful in your presence.

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First, one ought to source the fresh bamboo shoots

When preparing dishes, one must have patience 

I’d like you to wait a little longer.

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The simple act of sharing a 

Years pass, yet still wine tastes the same…

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ZHONGLI

Good at making Slow-Cooked Bamboo Shoot Soup

High quality ingredients, dish has a refined taste that’s complex but not very strong 

extra patient, doesn’t mind that something takes 6+ hours to prepare, explains origin of every ingredient 

Reminisces on times past and sharing mundane memories with friends 

It explores the meaning of the line in the Chinese some more. Here’s a Twitter thread that analyzes the line from the context of the original Chinese poem and also in Zhongli’s setting

Man the bit about sailing across the harbour and drinking wine only makes more sense in Chinese…  It’s so bittersweet…

KAEYA: Cooking Food

Oh? Well, you’re in luck. I happen to know a few dishes that pair nicely with wine. …What? You don’t drink? Such a shame that I can’t share this joy with you! Still, I assure you these will be delectable even with apple cider.

KAEYA: Dish-Tasting

What? Surprised that I know how to make ham samples with olives and cooked fish? Hehe, don’t you know Cider Lake provides many ingredients for bar dishes? Of course I can make them anytime I want, but it’s more fun seeing you enjoy them~ Eating with good buddies tops even the best of wine, wouldn’t you say?

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Well, I’d say we deserve a break after all this work today. 

Such a shame that you can’t enjoy the full experience with me!

Well, I assure you these ones will satisfy you even with apple cider.

KAEYA

good at cooking 下酒菜 (like fried vegetables and fish) 

(German ham samples, olives, and cooked fish) 

Always knows the best alcohol to pair with the dish

Teases, lazy about work, but confident in his cooking skills while praising the taste of wine

Puts emphasis on praising the Traveler’s presence

Drops a line about how it always tastes better with friends around 

The line between explicitly complimenting the Traveler and implying his loneliness is so damn thin

I am flattered writing this 

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#dusk fan writing #fan fic #genshin impact #kaeya #zhongli #itto #albedo #arataki itto #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin reader insert #kaeya x reader #zhongli x reader #itto x reader #albedo x reader #kaeya alberich #fan fiction #food #genshin headcanons #headcanons #X reader

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The “little things” they do (Ignihyde)

-------------Idia------------------------------------

Being watched is something I grew accustomed to. Living with ghost watching your every move. Idia is no different although he tends to avoid me then most. Prefers to be on his own and barely bothers me unlike his younger brother. idia is a man of secrets and every time i clean or spend a night over here there’s always some specific room he doesn't want me to visit or stumble upon. He’s simply a normal shy stereotypical ghost. But lately he’s gone creeper. Sometimes i can see a flicker of light in my room every now and then or he just looks at me behind some corner. I should be used to being watched but….idia’s glances are the most chilling.

“Idia” i spoke which made him jump from his seat. He turns around to me all timidly “y yes” he asked “you know you can just come talk to me” i stated and he nods “then why do you just stare at me all day” i asked “doesn't the others do the same thing” Idia replied “yes but even rook says hello to me. You don’t have to be so shy. Feel free to be open” I stated before walking off. I suppose I let my guard down around him but he’s too timid to even interact with me. So I thought… 

Idia asked me to clean his lab so I obliged and aided in his organization. While cleaning i came across a picture. It was a well done sketch of a person in some school uniform. The date seems to be somewhere in the victorian era like 1800’s. They somehow have my face. There were more papers of this person below and notes scattered around. I never read the notes, only saw pictures. Similarly to the build of ortho, this person was a build for some doll. This doll model had my name as the name for the doll. Maybe it’s something like Cater. I brushed it off and placed back the loose papers in the folder. Once I was done cleaning I began to head out of the lab. Once out i saw a door open. I assumed idia was there so I went to the door and entered the room. The room was pitch black so I had to feel around for a light switch. There wasen’t a switch but there was a string which I pulled on to illuminate the room. Paper scattered around designs,outfits, part blueprints. Everywhere and scattered around. All had something in common each had my name on them. In the center of the room was a life size doll. This doll had the same uniform as the picture found in the lab and it had my face “you weren’t suppose to see this yet…” a voice spoke from behind. Idia stood tall in the darken corner. He walks up the the doll and fixed the clothing “do you....like it” he asked “this is supposed to be your present when you die” Idia explained “I’m not dying yet” I replied “Oh I know. I prefer you to stay alive just a little longer” Idia stated as he looks at me “I want to reminisce how you look just like them” He smiled “same face. Same scars…almost like a digital copy” Idia list “once i can make my attachment to your soul. You’ll be able to use this doll. Like you’re alive. Like ortho. Wouldn't that be cool” Idia said “what if i don’t want a attachment” I asked “like you have a choice” he frowns as the tips of his hair turns red “ok…” i mumbled “so do you like it so far” Idia asked “ya.. Keep up the good work” I replied which made him soften “I’ll continue to work hard..for you” He smiles not caring if i lied through my teeth.

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“Big sister, where are you?” ortho asked. I was currently in the kitchen making a snack for myself “I’m in here” i called a doll like head popped though the corner. “Can we go outside” Ortho asked “sure. Idia’s locked in his lab again” i asked and he nods “it’s fine though he’s busy with your gift” ortho said with a smile. I know what that gift was. I stumbled upon it the other night. There’s nothing gift worthy about it. “When will you think you’ll use it” ortho asked “i…I don’t know” i replied “Big brother worked really hard on it so I’m happy you like it” ortho smiled and i just nod as i finished up my food “hmm how would you want to die. I can do it painlessly if you like” Ortho asked “painlessly” i questioned “I did it with idia so i can do it for you too if you like” the child beamed. My blood went cold as i let this information sink in. “dose Idia know” I asked and he nods enthusiastically “He understands how lonely it is being dead so I had him join me” he smiled “If you’ll allow me. You can join us and we wouldn’t be lonely anymore” He stated. “Well how about we don’t talk about it and plan a surprise for your brother” I stated trying to change the topic. Ortho beamed and nod “come on let’s go in town and look for something” Ortho said as he dragged me by my hand so care free like this conversation never happened.

#twsited wonderland haunted au #twisted wonderland ghost au #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere idia x reader #yandere idia shroud x reader #yandere platonic #yandere platonic ortho shroud

[mischiefmanaged71]

okay! I was wondering if you could a tom x reader where tom just got out of jail is to become a solider soon. reader is a waitress who tom stumbles upon, people mention him to reader about how "troubled" he can be. she meets him and she and him end up getting together, both feel happy and content with eachother.

Trouble Followed Me

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem! reader

Noise filled the pub as people drank and chattered away. Y/N moved through the crowd, seeing to orders as she moved toward the kitchen.

"Another busy one," she murmured, sliding the tray onto the counter. Paul laughed, drying glasses behind the counter.

"Good for business." he shrugged.

She raised her eyebrows, tiredly pushing her hair back. "No good for my feet. I have to be back here tomorrow."

"Ahh, but they pay you well, though," he said, just as the doors swung open once again.

"Yes, they do." sending a knowing smile to him as she stood up straighter.

She saw Paul’s face falter as he nodded his head at the person at her side, “Tom. What can I get ya?"

The man sighed, “A pint’d be good.”

He turned to her and grinned, “Haven’t seen you round here before.”

“I work here. Maybe you don’t come round here often enough.”

“I’ll make sure to fix that.” he nodded.

She shook her head, “Is that your attempt at flirting?”

“I don’t know, is it working?” he glanced at her.

“I’ve heard far worse. Might have to try again.” she surmised, a smile tugging at her lips.

“Right. I suppose you get lots of blokes in here.”

She nodded, “Although, none of them have quite made it past a sentence, so I suppose that’s new.”

“And what does your man think of that?”

A grin splayed across her face, “You’re quick. I’m not sure what answer to give you.”

“What are the options?”

She leaned on the counter, glancing at Paul serving other customers “There’s the answer I always give, and then there’s the truth.”

“I’ll go with the latter.” 

“I don’t have one.”

“Any reason in particular?”

“Haven’t find the right guy. My last boyfriend was in London.”

“You lived up there?”

“Moved down here to be with my sister while her husband’s serving. She’s got three kids to one job. It’s difficult.”

He nodded, averting his gaze to the bench. He understood full well of the decision, especially now after leaving the house once again from his father’s reprimand. 

“That’s tough.”

“What brought you here?”

He sighed, “A drink.”

“Nothing else?”

“Had a fight with my dad.” he sipped from his glass, “He doesn’t like that I’m joining up.”

Her eyes widened slightly, and she nodded her head in understanding. “Why? If I might ask.”

“He’s a pacifist.”

“Right.”

“And you...you don’t agree.”

“Well, I’ve been put in a tight spot.”

“I hope you figure it out.” she said, “With your dad.”

She hummed, glancing at Paul who eyed them from across the bar. “I best be going now before I’m out of a job.”

She moved away, but a hand brushing her own brought her eyes to his.

“I never got your name.”

Her mouth fell agape as she considered the thought. “It’s Y/N.”

“Tom.”

“I know.”, a teasing smile graced her lips, “Guess I’ll see you around.”

“Definitely.”

***

The evening was quiet, the night settling down as Y/N left work. A squeak left her mouth as an arm snaked around her waist from behind. She sighed at the familiar face, smacking his arm.

"Tom!" She scolded, "You near gave me a heart attack, you little-"

"Okay, I'm sorry!" He laughed, tugging her closer to him.

"What're you doing nearly scaring me half to death?"

"I just wanted to walk you home. Don't know whose wandering round this time."

"I think I do." She glanced at him.

He smirked, "I'm sorry. Again. Wanted to make sure you got home alright."

"Thank you." She settled, allowing him to tuck her into his side.

"What's my girl up to?"

She hummed, "Besides working her ass off? Nothing. I'm just tired."

"You've got to take care of yourself too."

"I do."

"I know, but you work harder to make up for it. The kids are doing fine with your help."

A solemn look befell her, "It's only right that I do. We're all they've got." Reflecting on the letter they received those months ago on their doorstep. Her sister was left in pieces from then on, and Y/N found herself consoling her broken heart. Working extra hours to cover their costs and care for the kids became her focus.

He hummed, "It's tragic what happened. You know I'll help out in any way I can."

She nodded, clutching his hand tightly. "Thank you."

"Don't have to thank me." He smiled down at her, tugging an arm around his shoulders. "You just say the word, and I'm yours. I'll be there."

She met his gaze, tilting her head up. "As in now..."

"Forever? That's entirely up to you." His words caused her heart to flutter.

She paused, halting below her doorstep. "What'd you mean by that?"

"I've done a bit of thinking. I mean, all I can do out there is think with all that time. I hear the news about your sister's husband and I think, I'm done waiting."

He exhaled, "I fancy you. And I think I might even love you. I had to tell you, even if you don't feel the same, because I don't know how or when I'll go. Don't won't wanna leave regrets."

She read his eyes, stumped for words at the confession. "When?"

"You've had me since I first saw you, love."

She chuckled under her breath, "You know. I realised I knew of you when you told me your name. The first time."

"Yeah?"

"A few people talked about a Bennett boy. The 'troubled one'."

He shrugged, expecting that or something of similar description. "What else did they say?"

"They told me to stay away from you, actually." She breathed, shaking her head.

"Guess that didn't work out."

"No." She smiled, "I've never been good at taking advice. Besides, I think he's pretty great."

"Yeah?" A grin on his mouth.

She smiled, "Yeah. He's handsome, too. These blue eyes. And that smile."

A gasp left her as he tugged her waist, "Go on." Tom whispered.

"I think I might love him too."

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#we’re stress testing babes #they should take away my ability to make polls #sorry did I say polls #I meant post #just delete my account while you’re at it #anyway #I love y’all and I hope you have a wonderful night <3 #god help you if you see this post it’s the worst thing I’ve ever done #hmm… I wonder if there’s a limit on the amount of tags a post can have? #a smart man would just look that up #but I am not a smart man #…however that is a test for another day #skate fast and eat ass folks

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Leaving so soon?

Notes: In which you have to leave their game because your friend started to feel sick, what happens to him? Features Floyd Leech. Female reader.

Floyd’s P.O.V

There was only a little bit of time left before the game came to a close. It wasn’t supposed to be Floyd blocking the ace of the opposing team, but that was for the best. He had to be given this position after missing the free throw from earlier.

flashback

As Floyd raced up to the hoop, he wanted to check that his lover would see him making the next point. Much to his disappointment, there was no lover in sight, all there was an empty seat. Due to the sudden disappearance, he crumbled and fell on top of the ace player of the opposing team. From then on Floyd had a dark mood for the remainder of the game.

All Floyd could do was wonder. Why did she leave the game so soon? Didn’t they show up earlier? Or perhaps she never came at all. As one can imagine this had put Floyd in a sour mood the more, he thought about. This was a first for the eel too, never had he experienced an event where the ones important to him didn’t show up. For every game he had Jade would always make an appearance, plus his mom called after each game. So, what about her?

end of flashback

Finally snapping out his thoughts Floyd walked back to the locker room with the rest of the team. No one approached him, not even the coach. Ace made sure to stay out of Floyd’s way, scared of what was happening to him. Jamil, too, had stayed clear of Floyd, not because he was scared, but because he knew that if he said anything Floyd would erupt.

Looking dazed as he peered into the mirror there staring back at him was a miserable face. No hint of happiness or anger was present, just pure sadness and insecurities flashing across his face. The longer Floyd looked the more disgusted he became, why did his face look like that, he thought as he changed out of the uniform.

On the ride back he made sure to check his phone for any possible missed messages. Maybe he had missed some or perhaps he failed to hear the ring. Suddenly his screen changed as a new call came in, but it wasn’t who he wanted to hear from. As per usual Floyd’s mom called to check on how the game went.

“How did my adorable boy do~ Did you score the final point like you wanted?”

Nothing. Floyd knew he should have said something but his mind kept wandering. Of course, his mom noticed how moody he was. Floyd was usually so excited to tell her everything that happened. All of his achievements, although he never liked how she could sniff out his wrong doings. “Floyd, what’s wrong, why aren’t you answering? Oh, did I accidentally call Jade instead. Wait a moment, let me check. Hmm, that doesn’t seem to be the case. By any chance, did you… get put on the … bench?”

That was far from the truth, but it felt similar. “I didn’t get put on the bench… I… didn’t get to see her was all”. Floyd came to a quick conclusion that telling his mom would save him the trouble of getting interrogated by her. Not that he felt any better from saying it.

Floyd’s mom: “I see. Troubles with young love~ Ah I remember when I was troubled over your father too. I got so worried when I couldn’t see him at night. I didn’t know if he would make it back to me. Plus, I loved him so, so, so mu- ahem, I got a little carried away. Didn’t I?”

Floyd: “Yeaaah, you always go on rambling about him, don’t ya”

Floyd’s mom: “Well, if she didn’t show up, did she tell you the cause of her disappearance?”

Floyd: “No”

Floyd’s mom: “Then did you call her? You can’t possibly think you’ll receive answers if you don’t go hunting for them.”

Floyd: “…”

Floyd’s mom: “sigh Always being moody but not doing anything! Tell, me why didn’t you call her, I’m sure there must be a good reason if you’re preventing yourself from doing so.”

Floyd: “… What if she left cause she got so bored? What would I do then? Does that mean it’s the end”

Floyd’s mom: “I suppose that would be the case. But I don’t believe her to be one to get bored so easily, that’s you dear. From the way you’ve talked about her, I ought to believe something happened to her. Well, that’s just my thought, go on and call her dammit! You and your brother… always questioning whether to call or not.”

After being backed into a corner Floyd had to call his lover, if not for him, for his mother. She was a woman of gossip and drama.

Your P.O.V

As the second half of the game came to a close you looked over to your left, there sat your friend. She started to look as pale as a ghost, not a good sign ever. Without thinking you stood up and guided her out of the stadium. In that moment you knew you had to get her home since she wasn’t looking all too good.

Once the two of you arrived at her house, you made sure to check what was wrong. Turns out a light fever had been brewing due to the change in season. Heading to the kitchen you started looking for medicine and something to cook for her. That’s when your phone started to ring madly. Startled by the noise you looked down to see your lover Floyd calling.

While scanning the pantry you answered the phone, “Hello?” there was an empty silence on the other end. Again you responded “Hello is anyone there?” this time a rather sad voice responded back.

“Where are you? I thought you said you were so excited to see me play that you couldn’t sleep last night. Where did you go?”

A sharp pain hit your heart as you listened to Floyd's voice on the other end of the line. Placing down the medicine you explained to Floyd the situation of your friend’s fever and your whereabouts. Thankfully, this turned his mood back up as you could hear his cheerful voice responding to the news. While Floyd wasn’t too happy about you leaving, but he came to understand the matters at hand. After all, if it was Azul who had a fever, he knew well he would do the same.

The two of you ended up deciding on having a date to make up for what happened. This left Floyd and you in high spirits as the night seeped in. Floyd’s Mother had also been satisfied with the results after hearing the ending of Floyd’s tale.

#twst #twisted wonderland #floyd x reader #female reader #slight angst #leaving so soon #octavinelle #floyd leech #basketball club #not really fluff till the end #this was just my take on his mother #floyd is a total mama's boy though

[j2h5b5]

... continued (Thanks for reading!)

“I’m gonna ask you one more time, you little shits, and I want an actual answer instead of just you two pointing fingers at each other like toddlers. Where’d you get the booze and whose brilliant idea was it to walk home in the middle of the night instead of, oh, I don’t know, CALLING ONE OF US TO PICK YOUR DUMB ASSES UP?”

There was a muffled scuffling sound coming from the backseat. Eddie glanced back to see Mike and Dustin grappling with each other, Dustin mouthing something and Mike shaking his head violently and trying to get a hand over Dustin’s mouth.

Eddie might have been amused if he didn’t know how pissed off his boyfriend was. These kids knew better than to put their lives at risk like that, and it wasn’t because of the drinking or the midnight walk. This was HAWKINS. Maybe the only place in the world where your odds of coming face to face with a monster made of dead people or tripping into a tear in the fabric of reality and winding up in actual Hell were just about as good as your odds of getting on the wrong side of a bored small-town cop who saw you stumbling along the side of the road in the dark.

Eddie turned fully in the passenger seat to fix the boys with the most intimidating glare in his repertoire. They froze, Mike’s hand hovering just above Dustin’s mouth. “I think your mom asked you a question, kiddos,” he said in a deceptively calm tone that was even scarier than if he’d been yelling. Eddie was a marshmallow, everyone knew that, but sometimes when he was in DM mode or when he was acting on behalf of Steve, he could be pretty terrifying.

Dustin shoved Mike out of his personal space. “We got invited to a party at Dave Peterson’s house and there was so much beer, but we stayed away from the beer, Steve, we weren’t gonna get super drunk and we just wanted to see what it was like. But there was this red stuff…”

“Dustin just handed me a cup of it and said it tasted like Kool-Aid…”

“And it didn’t taste like it had liquor in it, it was just really sweet and it went down smooth, ya know?”

“He drank like five cups of the shit!” Mike blurted, and Dustin swung an arm out, smacking his friend in the chest.

Mike retaliated by hitting back, and then the scuffling had resumed until Steve swerved over to the curb in a screech of tires. “KNOCK IT OFF!” he shouted, spinning around to pin them with a ferocious glare, and they froze for a second time. “I thought you guys were supposed to be geniuses. You trying to tell me you didn’t know there was alcohol in this stuff you were guzzling? And that’s not even REALLY the point. Whose brilliant idea was it to walk home? Do you know what could have happened? Have you FORGOTTEN?”

“…it’s over, though, right?” Mike asked after a beat of silence. Three pairs of eyes swung his way, showing varying degrees of disbelief.

“We don’t know that, Mike. We will NEVER know that,” Steve said, and he wasn’t yelling now but his tone was uncharacteristically hard. “And I don’t want any of you guys to live in fear all the time just waiting for the next thing that wants to kill all of us to come busting out of the ground, but the LEAST we can do? The absolute LEAST? Is to not be fucking stupid. What you did was fucking stupid, and I’m disappointed in both of you. You’re damn lucky I’m not taking you to your parents right now.”

Dustin perked up a bit, although when Steve said he was disappointed Dustin had looked every bit a kicked puppy, hanging head and all. “Thank you, Steve!”

“Yeah, thanks,” Mike said. “I’m not sure my parents would notice but Nancy would have my ass.”

Steve shook his head. “Oh, I didn’t say I’m not telling Nancy. Another party rule, Mike. The first one, remember?”

“Friends don’t lie,” Dustin said, elbowing Mike and shooting him an obnoxious smirk. “So we’re crashing at your place, Steve?”

“Yes, for tonight. I’ll call your moms and let them know. In the morning, we’re going to have a long talk.”

“We got it. Thanks Steve. Thanks Eddie,” Dustin repeated, ever eager to get back in his heroes’ good graces.

“You might wanna hold off on the thanks, little man,” Eddie said. “You’re not getting off as easy as you think. You owe us.”

“Um … owe you?”

“Yup. And I’m already thinking of all the ways you can start to pay your debt.”

“What do you mean?” Mike asked, glancing nervously between the two in the front seat as they exchanged looks and Steve pulled back out on the road.

“My uncle Wayne believed hard labor was the most effective form of discipline, Little Wheeler. I’m of the same mindset. I mean, look how I turned out.” Eddie grinned and spread his arms wide. “I know my van could use a good washing, and I think Stevie’s car has seen better days. The lawn needs mowing, too.”

“Pool needs to be skimmed, whole house is way overdue for vacuuming.”

“Best part?” Eddie added, barely contained evil glee coloring his tone. “Getting it all started as early as possible. Sooner begun, sooner done, right Stevie?”

Steve smiled and reached over to squeeze Eddie’s knee. “Right. Piece of advice, though: Drink a lot of water tonight so the hangover doesn’t interfere with doing a good job. We’d hate for you to have to start over.”

Mike and Dustin groaned in tandem, their heads falling back against the seat of Steve’s car.

“This is all your fault,” Dustin grumbled at Mike.

“MY fault?” Mike returned, his voice cracking. “Right! Because I was the one who was all, ‘taste this, Mike, it’s like cherry Kool-Aid!’”

“And I was the one who said we were better off just walking home! That’s the part they’re pissed about, imbecile!”

…Up front, Steve and Eddie held hands and let the backseat bickering go on unchecked as they headed toward Steve’s house with two of their favorite juvenile delinquents.

#steddie #the party stranger things #steve and the party #mom steve harrington #dad eddie munson #mike wheeler #dustin henderson #stranger things #fanfiction #part 3 #found family #steve and eddie #steve and his children #eddie munson #protective steve harrington

[syringesyrup]

can we get a swissdew sicfic 🥺 👉👈

i’m actually sick myself rn so this is super half assed but hey whatever

“You know I’m a grown ass man and I don’t need-need-” Swiss trails off as he squints his eyes and scrunches his nose. Dew angles himself away from the multi ghoul, watching with a raised brow as Swiss sneezes a plume of fire. Small buds of marigold burst from his skin, swirls of red and yellow that fill the air with their bitter scent.

“Oh yes, I’m sure.” Dew hums as he leans forward and begins to pluck the flowers from Swiss’ shoulder, dropping the petals into a bowl that is already filled with various petals. He adds the marigolds to the bowl with a sigh, brushing his claws along Swiss’ skin gently. The floral scents make Dew’s nose scrunch up as his brain tries to adjust to each new smell.

“It’s normal, ya know.” Swiss sniffs. “Mortal body can’t handle all of thisss.” He grins, trying to waver off Dew’s mother hen behavior. Swiss’ smile falters when Dew looks up at him with that face, frustrated and laced with worry. Swiss frowns and leans forward, whining low in his throat at Dew like he’s begging for something.

Dew sniffs at him. “That doesn’t mean that I like it.” He deadpans, plucking another marigold from Swiss’ arm and letting it fall into the bowl. “What am I supposed to do with all of this?”

“Just give ‘em to Mountain. I’m sure he can work his magic and somehow plant them all.” Swiss suggests through his scratchy voice. The tea Cumulus had made him earlier only helped for a short while, although he would never tell her that it didn’t do what she intended.

Dew frowns at him before he sets the bowl to the side and crawls on top of his multi ghoul, wrapping himself around Swiss’ aching body. Swiss protests for a moment before he registers the weighted and heated blanket that is Dewdrop on top of him. The fire ghoul’s warmth soothes his aching joints, making him sigh in relief.

A low rumble starts in Dew’s throat as Swiss wraps his arms around him in return, squeezing weakly around Dew’s waist. Dew rubs his face into Swiss’ chest, his nose pressed against his bare skin. Despite his weakened and fatigued state, he smells ridiculously good. Dew doesn’t think he’s ever heard of a sickness that makes you smell nice.

“Maybe you should-“ Swiss starts before Dew slides up, rubbing his cheek against Swiss’ face as he drools a purr. Swiss snorts a laugh as he drags his hand up and scratches between Dew’s horns, making the fire ghoul slip his eyes shut as he rumbles like an earthquake.

“Hey, you should be making me purr. Not the other way around.” Swiss jests as he rubs the flat of his palm against Dew’s lower back. “Can't believe you’re on top of me like this when I’m sick. I’m all gross and shit.”

Dew shakes his head, his ears flicking as he blinks slowly at Swiss for a moment. “You smell like flowers and you are freezing cold. You are a fire ghoul’s dream in this state.” Dew says as he snakes his tongue out of his mouth and begins to lap at Swiss’ face. Swiss grunts, still never used to the sharpness of the fire ghoul’s tongue.

“So-eugh, Dew-I should just let you risk getting yourself sick because you wanna be my personal heater for the day, hmm?” Swiss asks, tilting his head away from Dew’s grooming. Not the first time he’s done this to Swiss and it certainly is not the last.

Dew shorts at him. “I cannot catch your multi ghoul illness, Swiss.” He retorts, flexing his hands against the mattress as he kneads his claws into the fabric. “Impossible.”

“You seem to forget that I’m part fire ghoul.” Swiss taps his forehead with a playful smile. “I’m putting you at risk, sugar.”

“I put myself at risk. Now shut up and let me clean you.” Dew grumbles, adjusting on top of Swiss and grabbing at his jaw to tilt his head up. Dew licks at his nose, cleaning the bridge of it as Swiss sighs in defeat.

“You never let me have my way.” Swiss whines dramatically as he taps his fingers rhythmically against Dew’s hips. The fire ghoul beats his tail against Swiss’ leg, gliding the spiked limb against Swiss’ thigh as he leans into his ear.

“Get over all of this and I’ll let you have your way for a week.” Dew smiles against his ear. Swiss shudders, suddenly cold again despite Dew’s magic working its way into his chilled host of a mortal body.

“A week?” Swiss raises a brow, pouting his lips up at Dew. Dew hums, leaning back and rolling his shoulders forward as he stretches for a quick moment.

“Three days.”

“Well, baby.” Swiss claps his hands. “I think I’m feelin’ better alrea-“

Dew scrunches his nose down at Swiss and sneezes, blowing a jet of fire into the multi ghoul’s face. The fire sweeps around Swiss’ face, disappearing as soon as it came. Swiss blinks up at him and coughs, a plume of smoke exiting his lips.

Dew frowns, kneading his claws into Swiss’ tummy. “Swissss.” He groans, sniffing loudly through his whine.

Swiss sighs. “Not gonna say I told you so.” He tilts his head up and blinks at Dew. “But also-“

“You suck.” Dew grumbles before he falls on top of Swiss, his body burning against the multi ghoul as his own sickness sweeps through his body. “You suck so bad.” Dew mumbles into Swiss’ chest. “Too hot.”

Swiss pats Dew’s spiked back, humming at him as he watches the fire ghoul’s fever rush over him. “Alright, alright.” Swiss sighs. “I’ll call Rain.”

#my art #ghost bc #the band ghost #swiss ghoul #swiss army ghoul #multi ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sodo ghoul #fire ghoul #swissdew nation wake up i’m here to give u the bare minimum

[jujutsutrash]

knife prty

modern!AU, just some bartender Geto. this was supposed to be a drabble ya know. Pairing: Geto x reader Word count: 2k exactly Warning: some alcohol, smoking, an annoying guy at a bar

A strange sound from a familiar voice catches Geto out of guard as it breaks through the music, making him lift his eyes from the clinking glasses to scan the space over the bar counter. It had been a mostly calm night at the Devilock, a rare feat he was ready to commemorate before he heard the noise. And there it was again, the angry grunting. And he was sure it was your voice.

Looking around once more, his eyes pierce through the crowd that gathered to watch the band. He doesn’t need to do much looking, however, as soon he spots you, coming to sit down at a corner of the counter, quickly followed by a strange man that sits beside you. And you don’t seem all that happy with the situation. Without thinking, Geto makes his way from his corner of the counter up to you. His mouth contorted into a tight, sly smile.

“Hey there, doll. My favorite patron needing anything?” His voice cuts through the music, the tightness of his smile spreading to his tone.

Geto sees your eyes lit up when he appears, but not in a way he likes. You’d often have a gleam in your eye when you approached him at the counter, but it was always a flirtatious charm. This time, it looked almost as if you had just spotted safe shelter in the middle of a storm. He didn’t like it one bit.

“Hey, Suguru,” you start, and Geto can feel a slight tremor in your voice, your usual cheerful tone constrained into something uncomfortable, “can you see me a co-”

“The doll here and I are gonna have a Negroni,” the man cuts you off, and Geto notices the way you stiffen at his voice, causing his eye to twitch.

“I didn’t say I was drinking with you,” you respond, looking the man up and down before you turn back to Geto, and although you are slurring, there is clear disdain in your voice. “Just a coke.”

“A coke and a Negroni then.”

Geto interjects in a harsh tone before the man can say anything else. He can feel bile rising to his throat, a part of him wanting to punch the guy right now, but he knows he can’t just jump on costumers. At least, not without a good reason. So he settles for the menacing tone, quickly turning to one of the fridges and grabbing a coke, turning around and pouring it for you, hardened stare set on the strange man.

You thank him quietly, and he smiles, but it doesn’t reach his eyes. He can feel every fiber in his body tense, every muscle tight and on the edge. Geto tries to tell himself that he is just worried about you, as he would with any patron - wishfully trying to ignore the clear rage burning in him. But deep inside, he knows that the dread that settles in his stomach as he turns around to prepare the drink is more than normal worry.

Well, he can unpack this thought later.

“Come on, doll, you should have a drink with me. We could have some fun.”

The moment Geto turns his back to the counter, he can hear the man’s voice again. Disgusting. It sounds slimy and disgusting. And it settles in his spine the wrong way. His darkened eyes flicker to the mirror on the wall before him, spying on the situation to make sure the bastard doesn’t cross a line. He tugs his sleeves lower out of a nervous habit, almost as if he can feel the things they are meant to hide slipping out as Geto’s fist itches to find that guy’s face.

It’s like the loud music in the bar is almost drowned in the moment, all Geto can hear is the man’s voice and the clinking of his tools as he prepares the drink. His movements are fast and almost robotic, long fingers moving at top speed. His eyes keep darting from the task at hand up to the well positioned mirror - a clever way for the bartenders to manage to keep an eye on the bar while their backs are to the counter.

“Thanks, but no,” you reply, barely hiding a sneer. The man tries to put an arm around your shoulder, but you manage to avoid his touch. Utterly disgusting.

“Come on, baby, don’t be so stuck up, you are too pretty for that.”

“She already said no,” Geto interjects just as he slides the drink in front of the guy, lips pulled in a thin line, he is pretty sure a vein is popping on his face by now.

“Eh?” The man turns to Geto with narrowed eyes, looking way too smug for someone trying his best to pester a drunk woman at a bar. “What do you even know? We are just having a chat, run along, Mr. bartender.”

The man finishes his phrase with a chuckle before he drinks from his glass, the sound of his laugh almost making Geto gag. He only turns his eyes to you, not moving an inch, strong arms crossing over his broad chest. He wouldn’t dare leave you alone right now - there are other bartenders in the counter, he can hold his position for a few more minutes.

“I’m not interested, I think you should leave me alone,” your voice is cold now, despite the slight slurring, your blunt words making the guy freeze in place.

“Clear enough for you? I think it’s your time to leave.”

Geto just turn his eyes to the man, leering with white hot rage as he runs his tongue piercing over the back of his teeth, another nervous tick he’d picked up. He is almost on the edge, every nerve in his body telling him to solve this the old way he knows so well. But he reminds himself the last thing he needs after turning his life around is to go picking fights with people. He rather likes his freedom. But he is sure the manager would help cover up for him in this case.

“Come on, we are just partying, just having fun.”

The guy tries to reach out and touch you again, one hand holding his drink to his lips as you start cowering away. But Geto is faster this time, his large hand wraps around the man’s wrist in a death grip, veins popping in his forearm as his fingers tighten with a crushing force. The man whines at the aggression, and Geto scoffs. He doesn’t like displaying violence casually, this guy had already pushed his luck.

From the corner of his eyes, he can see his manager standing at the counter and looking in their direction. Those angry eyes move from the troublesome costumer to Geto with a snapping motion. Had it been when he’d just started the job, he’d been scared of losing his lifeline. But by this point he already knew his manager well enough to tell he was just in stand by to see if Geto would need help.

The rule at the Devilock was that violence was a solution to be used in moderation. But it could still be used.

“She said leave,” Geto repeats through gritted teeth, pulling the man in closer to him by the wrist, making him lean on the counter enough to see the work station underneath. “And I’m gonna give you two options, you leave by yourself through the front door, or I drag you through the backdoor, and you’re gonna see a different type of party.”

Geto’s eyes flicker from the front door back to the counter as he speaks, the man looking at him in clear fear. To punctuate his last line, he uses his free hand to pick up one of the big knives in the work station and sinks it in the cutting board, the sharp blade glistening in the dim bar light. When Geto let’s go of his wrist, the guy almost falls back, wide eyes looking between terror and rage as he almost falls off. 

At the end, he just steps away, quickly finding his own way out of the door. Geto sighs as the tension unwinds, putting the knife back in place and thanking his lucky starts that this didn’t lead to anything else. Now he really needed a fucking smoke.

“Thank you,” your soft voice cuts through his thoughts as you drag on the last word in an almost melodic way, “my knight in shining armor.”

Geto scoffs, looking at you with kind eyes. You were clearly drunk, skipping fast from discomfort back to your usual flirting with him. At another time he’d play along - even if he knew he couldn’t go much past just the flirting - but right now he could still feel the stress in his bones. Different from you, he was fully sober. 

“I’m anything but,” he responds with a tense chuckle, finally getting a good look at you as you lean your torso on the counter. “What was that?”

“That’s what I get when I’m polite,” you slur.

“Word to the wise, save your politeness for when you are sober, and the bar isn’t so packed.”

“Oh, I’m not that drunk,” you protest, and he can’t help but laugh, “by the way could you put some rum in my coke?”

You try to give him your best puppy eyes, and suddenly Geto is laughing. It’s like the stress is removed from his shoulders as that usual gleam returns to your gaze. But he wasn’t falling for that, you were clearly drunk.

“You can’t fool me, doll, you’ve had enough alcohol for tonight. Finish your coke, then I’ll get you some water.”

“Aw, now you’re being too knightly,” you respond with a pout, and Geto can’t help but think it’s adorable. “But it’s cute, because it means you care about me.”

You are back to the flirtatious tone, and Geto feels his cheeks burning as he hears the snickering laughs of his manager. Quickly, he looks down to the sink, getting busy with washing the glasses, hoping the dim light of the bar won’t reveal the red in his face. You have a way of getting under his skin, and it almost makes him forget all the stress of the world around you both.

“Yeah, no more alcohol for you, for sure,” he shoots back with a soft laugh.

You stay on the counter and does as he says, it doesn’t take much for you to sober up again. That night, Geto walks you out of the bar, using his smoke break to wait with you for your cab. The hour is late, the streets outside are empty, save for the two of you. Geto enjoys those peaceful few minutes with you more than he knows he should. When it’s over, he just stands alone, contemplating the smoke from his cigarette as it seeps into the air, trying not to think of how he wants to see you again already.

Just as his smoke break is ending, and he is about to go back, Geto spots an unwelcomed face peeking from the corner of the street, only partially illuminated by the cold lamp post. It’s the guy he’d kicked off earlier. The man tries to jump him but ends up with his back hitting the ground. He picked a fight with the wrong guy. 

The man gets up to his feet, seeping with anger. Geto isn’t interested in starting anything, but he isn’t beyond defending himself. Violence was a solution to be used in moderation. But it could still be used. Though, tonight he didn’t even need to fight. Just as Geto steps under the lamp light and rolls up his sleeves to get into a fighting stance, the man freezes, eyes wide in fear again before he starts scrambling back.

Shit, now he needed another cigarette, but his smoke break had just ended. Well, back to the bar it is.

#geto suguru x reader #geto suguru #geto x reader #geto #jjk x reader