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YOU WERE LIKE AN ANGEL TO ME | Spencer Reid x Sunshine!Reader

Request: my DARLING @avis-writeshq says- i’m a menace but i ADORED the spencer fic u posted 🥹 UGH THEYRE SO CUTE YOUR HONOURRRR 👹if it’s okay, may i request another fic with the same couple 🙈 perhaps one day reader is not as sweet or chirpy as she usually is, or she gets injured or threatened in the field? much love and lots of kisses xoxo 🫶

Description: Spencer swore he wanted to hate her. She was too happy, too chirpy, too much for a guy who spent months rotting in prison. But how could he ever hate her when she cried in his chest like that?

Length: 5k (I'm feral for these two)

warnings: post prison reid. Angst. depiction of suicide from the Unsub. gory language used. guns mentioned. mention of $nuff video and other murders. Nothing that hasn't been done on CM already.

authors note: if y'all want to see more with these two just SAY because I am all ears I would die on this ship

There were a lot of times in his time at the BAU that Spencer had wished he could have changed the outcome of their bad guy, surprisingly enough. There was the time they found their UnSub a few minutes too late, and one of the victims fathers decided to take him out then and there with a shotgun to the head. He was just a kid. There was the entire time he was with Tobias Hankel, and he lived in a state of both fear and sympathy for the boy trapped in his own body after years of abuse. There was Nathan Harris, the kid who had stopped him at the subway station and practically begged him for help to stop his urges to murder, only to slit his own wrists before Spencer could get to him because he thought he was tainted.

He could see how it was easy in their job to get wrapped up in saving the day, in saving everyone they could. He just had hoped, on some stupid grace of a god he didn’t even believe in, that she would have at least remained untouched by the bad luck.

Spencer had always thought, since the first day he had arrived back into the office after his stint in prison, that she seemed to just waltz through life easier than anyone else. He knew the concept of luck was not quantifiable, that it was just a coincidence that good things happened to some people, and bad things happened to others. He always grouped himself in with the latter, because what was his entire life if not one bad hand of cards after another?

Part of him had been seething with vitriol jealousy when he first met her. He hated how the elevator doors seemed to open without hesitation for her, no waiting required. He hated how her hair never seemed to fall out of place, while his required primping and preening to upkeep. He hated how she was always so happy, whether it had been she’d been given an extra cookie at the bakery for free, or her coffee had just tasted super delicious that morning, or the road works clogging the city had been put on hold the one day she needed to drive into the office. She was one of those people, he had decided, that life just seemed to smile down upon, and she beamed back in that dazzling grin.

He felt sick to his stomach for ever wishing it gone, especially when she looked like she might never smile again.

They never liked to say that they had easy cases and hard ones, all of their cases were difficult to process. But this one had been a handful above the rest.

“UnSub has been killed on site, all units stand down,” Luke said into the radio, and the entire squadron took a sigh of relief, all of them except him.

Because he saw that look in her eye, the way everything sparkly about her seemed to have vanished.

They had been following Bobbie Wrids for a week. Five bodies in, five men shot between the eyes execution style, almost six by the time they’d arrived on the scene.

She’d gone with Tara around the front of the abandoned building; Penelope tracked their newest victim, Henry Frond, through his phone pinging off the nearest satellite towers, and it had been straight forward from there. Or at least it should have been.

Because by the time Spencer and Luke arrived in their own SUV, Penelope had time to access the rest of Henry’s phone, and it was clear to see the victimology behind all six men.

They were distributing snuff videos of women, some between themselves, some to other usernames on the darkweb, and Bobbie Wrids’ daughter had been one of them.

Bobbie had become somewhat of a vigilante, but he was a grieving father above all. He was a wounded animal chomping at the bit to soothe the ripping pain of his daughter's murder, the same one those men were getting off to.

Tara and her exchanged a glance as Penelope relayed the information over their headsets, her once serious expression falling into something sombre and sorrowful. How could she arrest a man she couldn’t help but feel sorry for, one she couldn’t help but think wasn’t entirely wrong in his actions.

“Bobbie Wrids,” Tara’s voice was stern, cutting through the silence of the desolate building. Their footsteps were careful as they made their way through the hallway, down to what had once been a rec-room, or perhaps a staff room, where they knew Bobbie had Henry, “This is the FBI, we’d like to talk,”

They heard nothing, and she looked up to the older woman hesitantly, her finger hovering over the trigger the way Spencer had taught her. Tara took a minute, knowing she was leading the charge here with the girl being so inexperienced, before she nodded to the door knob and the rookie twisted the handle, pushing the peeling wood open gently.

Bobbie Wrids stood in the centre of the room, moth eaten couches either side of the damp rug, the ceiling tiles half caved in from wear and tear. Henry Frond was already a pulp in the UnSub’s arms, and yet it was Bobbie that her eyes shot to first, sympathy shooting through every fibre of her being when she saw the distraught look on the father’s face.

He was grieving. He was grieving his little girl’s death. He was looking for a solution, and this seemed to be his best bet.

“Bobbie,” Her voice was shaky, her and Tara frozen in the doorway as the man brought the pistol to Henry’s beaten face, cocking it towards his temple before they could even explain themselves. “We’re going to come in, is that okay? We just want to talk, just let us talk-”

They had only edged closer by three paces between them as she was speaking before his knuckles turned white and he squeezed the gun tighter to Henry’s skin, the barrel contorting the flesh, “Don’t come any closer, this pig isn’t worth your mercy,”

“We know,” She said, her and Tara slowly stepping over a fallen ceiling tile, cracking under her boot as she met his desolate gaze for the first time, his head snapping to her. “We know what he did, Bobbie. What they all did.”

His throat bobbed, his bottom lip quivering and the sight of it, a man so broken, forced a frog into her oesophagus, and she willed herself not to cry.

“They hurt my little girl,” Bobbie choked out, his face turning mauve as the tears began to build behind his eyes, “She was my girl. She was only eighteen.”

She nodded, his wetted hues seemingly permissive when she stepped closer to where he held Henry hostage.

“I know, I’m so sorry for what happened to her,” She said, her voice croaky, unstable as she wrenched it into something audible, “I’m so sorry,”

“He doesn’t deserve mercy, none of them did,” Bobbie spat, his forearm crushing against Henry’s trachea in a vice-like grip. The man floundered, a wheeze coming from his lungs, not that she felt much sympathy for him.

She sprung into action, flicking her gun onto safety and holstering it, Tara doing the same as she lowered her weapon to her side. He profiled as a vigilante; he had no reason to hurt them.

“Bobbie, listen, I know they didn’t deserve to walk free, okay?” She said, taking the smallest step towards where the men stood, “But she wouldn’t want this for you, would she?”

The man flinched, his jaw hard as a rock with how he clenched his teeth together, as if holding back a sob.

“Come on, Bobbie. Let him go, we have enough evidence to get him sentenced. We can get you a plea deal, I know a good lawyer,” She begged, because she wasn’t beneath it, because she knew he was a good man backed into a corner, “Please,”

Maybe it was the way her eyes were soft when she looked at him, or the fact two more agents burst into the room from the hallway, Spencer’s eye immediately falling to where she was stood so close to their UnSub, her gun out of hand. Tara stood by, but that wasn’t good enough for him. He edged with light footsteps until he was behind her, his gaze cautious, never leaving the gun in Bobbie’s hand.

“Please,” She repeated, and Spencer saw Bobbie’s shoulders drop, every sliver of resolve draining from his body at her gentle tone, a deer approaching a hunter.

Henry was thrown to the floor, the man practically dead weight as he gasped, almost retching at the feeling of air sucking back into his chest frantically, and Luke and Tara were quick to wrestle him into cuffs, the woman reading him his Miranda rights.

Spencer almost made a grab for her then, because she was still creeping forward towards the man who had a loaded gun still live in his hand. He didn’t care for one second that the statistics said Bobbie wouldn’t lay a hand on her since she wasn’t part of his list. He didn’t care that every sign pointed to their UnSub being benevolent towards women, especially younger ones, that she fit his daughter’s description. Spencer didn’t care, he wanted her as far away from that gun as possible.

His heart lurched into his throat when Bobbie did in fact make a lunge for her, just not the way he’d feared. Because she had grabbed him. She’d pulled him into an embrace, a hug, kind and sweet as she always was.

Spencer cursed her for being so soft. It was going to get her killed.

“Agent,” His voice was terse, worried if you dug a little deeper than the sharp surface, but she didn’t listen to him. She held Bobbie tight as the man unravelled on her shoulder, falling into heart breaking sobs and it was then Spencer realised she was crying with him.

“It’s going to be okay, you’re okay,” She was shushing him, the killer, reassuring him he was safe, as if the killing thing wasn’t still between his fingers that clutched at her back with rough hands.

“They killed my girl, they took her from me, and then they laughed about it,” He wailed, and she nodded, squeezing him even tighter if that was so possible, “No one would listen, the police didn’t listen, I had to do something,”

“I know, I know, I’m so sorry,” This was wrong. She wasn’t supposed to be sympathising with the criminals. But she couldn’t help it, she couldn’t help the gasping urge to comfort the man who had lost his whole world, “I’m listening. Tell me about her,”

“She was so beautiful,” Bobbie whimpered, sniffling into her shoulder. Spencer felt his chest twinge at the scene. He hated that she was so soft. “She never hurt a soul,”

She cried with him, though hers were choked down as much as she could get them, her wet cheeks the only proof she had ever let them slip.

“I’m sorry,” She said again, because no matter how many times she repeated those two little words, it would never bring his daughter back, “I can help you,”

He pulled away from her shoulder, and it was only then that Bobbie Wrids even noticed Spencer, his face taut in anxiety as he watched the man’s hands still holding onto her body as if she was the only thing that kept him upright, which Spencer wouldn’t be surprised if it were true.

He fished the cuffs out of his back pocket, his finger never leaving the trigger as he stared down at their UnSub cautiously. He knew he may be being cruel, knew that ten years ago he would be just as caring as her. But that Spencer was long gone. And what remained was screaming in terror that she was in the line of danger, that she was holding the danger in her bare hands like she didn’t see the jeopardy she was putting herself in.

Bobbie pulled away to look at her, the creases around his eyes deep chasms, and even with the smattering of grey hair, the stubble, the cold, empty look of someone with nothing left, she thought he might have been a handsome man once. He looked at her with a ghost of a smile, and one of his callused hands came up to tuck her hair behind her ear as if it had been second nature to him for eighteen years.

“You’re a sweet girl,” He murmured, and she blinked at him, her chest easing at the way his wails had subsided into something quiet. She could help him, she swore she would help him. He was a good man beneath it all. “But no one can help me anymore, sweet girl,”

And with that he lifted the pistol beneath his chin and pulled the trigger.

—

She heard someone scream before she realised it was coming from her own throat, but her ears were ringing and she couldn’t open her eyes. Her face was wet and hot, and for a second she thought it was tears, but she was beyond crying now. She felt arms pulling her back into a strong chest, and someone was murmuring to her, or perhaps they were speaking normally and the sound of the gunshot had knocked her hearing. Either way, it was like someone had pulled a bag over her head as she brought her shaking hands up to her eyes to wipe.

She managed to crack her lids then when the sludge was gone, only to see the room still a blurry mess. She could make out, in the haze of blobs and crimson tint, Bobbie’s body slumped to the floor, a dark puddle seeping into the rug as those long arms tugged her out of the room. She only then looked down to her hands where she had rubbed her face and she caught the same claret plasma coating her fingers, her white shirt, her pants, her arms. It covered her head to toe.

It was in her eyes, she realised when she saw the ichor coating her fingertips. It was blocking her vision, turning the world a vivid wine colour, and she thinks she whimpered, or perhaps it was a moan of horror seeing the puddle beneath Bobbie’s body growing larger by the second.

“I don’t understand,” She said out loud, her head spinning, and she brought her fingertips up to her eyes again, maybe to get the blood out, god there was so much blood on her face, or maybe because she hoped to everything out there that she would clear her sight and find it all a terrible hallucination, the product of one too many nights of sleepless tossing.

But when she rubbed her lids again, this time seeing the scene a little better, Bobbie was still dead. She had still been too late.

“You’re in shock, you need to breathe,” A voice instructed her over her shoulder, and it was from the same person who had their hands around her waist, pulling her away from the crime scene, as CSI filed in from behind them.

She tried pushing the arms off her, weak because she couldn’t feel anything that wasn’t the horror in her stomach, and it took her a second before she listened to their words and realised she was holding a breath in her chest, the way a toddler does when they’re overwhelmed.

“I don’t-” She gasped, the air rushing through her lungs, so fast it made her cough, “I don’t understand, I was going to help him- I don’t understand- why?”

“I know, just breathe for me, sweetheart,” Spencer. She only just realised it was Spencer speaking, because he had never called her that and the gentle tone he’d taken was nothing like his usual, civil cadence. He had been dropping a few jokes the past few weeks since she’d driven him home, had been more touchy feely with correcting her form when she was at the shooting range, had delicately touched the small of her back when they were navigating a crowd together. He was slowly cracking from his statuesque expression that hadn’t left his face since he’d gotten out of prison, but the softness with which he held her waist was entirely new.

“Spencer, I don’t- I don’t get it,” She said, her voice bubbling into a sob as she allowed herself to be pulled away with no fight left in her. He took her into the hallway, turning her body from the sight of his hand lifeless on the floor with little to no effort. She was damn near limp in his arms, “Spencer, I don’t under-understand, I was going to h-help him, why would h-he do that-”

“Shhh, you need to breathe,” He murmured into her hair, trying to lead her out the front of the building and far away from where she’d just been front row seats to a messy suicide, “Come on, just breathe for me, baby, and then we can talk,”

But she wasn’t listening, and he wasn’t offended. Spencer knew it was the shock. He knew the symptoms by how her respiratory system had picked up in a matter of seconds and it was like she had gone from zero to a hundred. She let out a long whine, tears collecting the blood on her lash line and her chest seized into action, gulping down air, too short to do anything for her lungs, and her legs began to buckle beneath the two of them.

Spencer stopped in the hallway, realising she was in more shock than he must have thought. He knew she was sensitive, hell it was one of his favourite things about her. He knew she felt everything so deeply, burned too easily, like a daisy wilting in a dry heat, or candyfloss melting in his mouth. Spencer knew, as awful as watching death up close was for any agent, it would hit her hardest of all of them.

He moved around to her front, his hands migrating from her waist up to her shoulders, brushing over her upper arms soothingly. But her body felt numb, her head felt heavy, and her eyes were glazed over, down a rabbit hole entirely away from him, even when one of his hands cupped her wetted cheek gently.

“Just breathe, hey, look at me,” He tried a firmer tone, and she bent to his will too easily. It was a punch in the gut seeing everything shining and pretty leached out of her eyes, as if she had become soulless in a matter of minutes, as if she had lost all hope in the world the second Bobbie pulled that trigger. She looked like hell, blood still fresh on her cheeks, in her hair, smeared around her eye sockets where she had scrubbed so hard to get it off her skin, “You need to calm down, you’re going to faint if you don’t breathe,”

She nodded, or something close to it, her eyes falling down to the floor, and she seemed to wrestle for control over her chest then. But what came after was worse, Spencer thought. Her brows screwed together, her eyes welling up with more of those fat tears, and her lips dropping into a devastated pout, her eyes trailing over the mess on her uniform, on her hands.

“Spencer, I don’t understand, I tried to help him, I wanted to help him,” She sobbed, sniffling to herself miserably, and he barely even thought about it when he pulled her into his chest, not caring that her skin would dirty his shirt.

His hand wound into her hair, stroking her sweetly as she buried her wails into his vest. He used his other arm to pull her close to him, which she seemed to have zero qualms about as she clawed at his back to keep him close, as if she didn’t want to face what was going to happen when they left that building.

Spencer regretted ever thinking her sunshine was too bright for him.

–

She hadn’t smiled in a whole week. Well, that wasn’t entirely true. She had given Penny a very forced smile when she had fussed over the younger woman the first day she got back, had said thankyou with downcast eyes and a fragile grin when the blonde presented her with a framed picture of a puppy to keep on her desk ‘incase she needed something nice to think about,’

She hadn’t looked at it once, because they both knew it wouldn’t do anything, no matter how much she pretended for Penelope’s sake that she would put it to good use.

He had taken her out for coffee on him that first day, but by the time they had got to the front of the queue, he had been doing almost all of the talking, which had become rare nowadays since he had come home from Mexico. Usually, it had been her filling the silences, because he knew in her right mind she hated the sound of static nothingness, she found it awkward and unnecessary when she could talk to anyone without thinking about it too hard.

They had got to the desk, the barista smiling up at him as he ordered his usual, before he turned to look at her as the woman serving asked her what she would like. But she wasn’t listening, she was watching out the window, nothing particularly invigorating beside a bird cleaning its feathers on top of a stop sign.

He said her name, putting his hand on her back and her head whipped around, her eyes empty as they looked up at him expectantly, “What do you want to drink?”

She blinked, waking herself from a stupor, and looked at the barista with an embarrassed expression, “Hot chocolate, please,”

And that was all she really had to say until lunch rolled around, and she excused herself to head home early. Emily smiled at her reassuringly, her eyes wary as she watched their happy-go-lucky rookie head for the elevators with a desolate look in her eyes.

Spencer hoped she would come around on her own, or maybe even be brave enough to talk to someone about the thoughts rattling around that head of hers, but she just didn’t. She stayed as silent as possible, only ever speaking when spoken to, asking Emily if she could finish off her reports at home, to which the Prentiss woman never protested.

But Spencer had had enough. He’d worried himself sick over her, and where all thoughts of how endearing and lovely and charming she was had sat in his head before, now it was all just ways he could think to make her smile again.

It was the following Tuesday by the time he braved action. She had gone home after their midday briefing, apologising to Emily with tired eyes that seemed to be growing more and more heavy by the day, like she hadn’t slept a wink in a fortnight. Which Spencer thought was entirely possible.

He pulled up to the house Penelope had not so discreetly told him was hers, definitely not because he’d asked, and definitely, definitely not breaching any human resource policies about distributing fellow workers information (meaning Spencer had almost certainly not begged Penelope for the address with those puppy eyes of his he knew could bag him anything).

The peonies in the window bays were wilting but her house was something out of a fairytale. He wasn’t sure why he was really so surprised. It screamed her, everything about it, from the toadstool post box to the little green, cast iron bench that sat in the garden, the metal forged to look like florets of ivy holding the sitter upright.

He rapped the brass knocker, the metal cold under his long fingers. Brushing invisible dirt off his shirt, he hoped she would answer as the present squirmed at his feet.

“Just a second,” He hushed, and as if she heard him, the front door swung open to reveal her bare face he hadn’t seen since he’d helped her wipe the blood from her skin in the back of the ambulance.

She looked at him with furrowed brows, before they quickly shot to the floor, to her cobbled pathway that had clicked under his shoes, and her face washed with a shock.

“Oh my god, Spencer!” She crouched to her knees, a slobbery lick immediately meeting her cheek as the Spaniel rubbed his wet nose up to her ear, sniffing her unique smell, as if it was a bag of Class A’s, “I never knew you had a dog,”

“I don’t,” He replied, kneeling with her to ruffle the soft fur behind the canine’s ear, “This is Ace. He retired from the Bomb Unit a month ago and Penelope sent me his handler’s number. They said he’s the happiest dog in the world,”

“I would be too if I stopped so many people from blowing up,” She said, but before he could ask what she meant exactly by that, Ace had jumped up and attacked her entire face with kisses as if he too thought that statement was worth silencing.

And she laughed. She laughed louder than she had in days, weeks, her eyes crinkling in joy as the little pink tongue stole away her sorrow, tickled away the traces of the blood that had tainted her skin.

Spencer smiled, his eyes watching her face scrunch in a squeal, hands eventually coming up to the elderly dog’s jowls to gently push him down.

“Oh, you are the sweetest guy,” She said, and the words had him tugging at the leash to lick her all over again, “Yes you are, you’re the sweetest little guy around, huh?”

She chuckled, scratching down the mutt’s neck, and her eyes flicked back up to Spencer, who watched her with more intent than she’d realised.

“Petting and receiving affection from pets causes spikes in serotonin in our brain and reduces anxiety, did you know that?” Spencer said, Ace pushing his muzzle into the palm of her hand to prove a point.

Her smile wavered slightly, and she looked at his hazel hues that seemed to see right through her, “Look, I’m sorry I’ve been so off lately, I just can’t sleep at the moment-”

“Don’t apologise,” He cut in, though his tone was kind, and the two of them stood back up to their full height, “What happened was horrifying, even some of the longest serving agents I know would struggle seeing that,”

She scoffed, unusually pessimistic coming out of her mouth, “You wouldn’t,”

His head tilted, not quite understanding what she meant, because she hadn’t sounded cruel when she said it. Then again, he didn’t think she was actually capable of that emotion.

She looked at him, a flash of something vulnerable in her eyes, something like that day he’d held her in the hallway; too fast he almost missed it.

“You’re so brave, Spencer, you’re like invincible. I mean, you survived prison and your mom getting kidnapped and you bounced straight back to work like it was nothing. I can’t even watch a murderer die without spiralling out of control,” She huffed, rubbing the bridge of her nose and before he could respond on just how wrong she was, before he could tell her that that was exactly the opposite of what had happened because he had damn near changed every inch of himself in prison to stop himself from breaking, he caught her murmuring and he thought he might just have been punched all over again, “I wish I was like you,”

His jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowing into a frown as he stepped towards her, and her head shot to him, worried she may have said the wrong thing by mentioning everything that had happened, everything Pen had specifically said was a touchy subject, and she opened her mouth to apologise.

“Do you know how unbelievably glad I am that you are nothing like me?” Spencer said, his voice bordering on furious and her fumbled for a reply, worried she had truly pissed him off.

She wouldn’t blame him for hating her. She’d always worried, until perhaps that day they’d gotten into her car and she’d driven him home, that her very essence annoyed him.

“I’m sorry-” She started, but he shook his head.

“Stop apologising,” He said, his hand reaching up to grab where her fingers tugged together nervously, his hold featherlike, his face softening when he saw her expression, “I don’t want you to be anything like me. I like you just how you are,”

She sighed, eyes doe like with emotion as she looked at him, “Really?”

He smiled, a rare and genuine smile as she seemed to glow under his words, “Yes, really.” Spencer allowed himself to enjoy the way that the twinkle returned to her expression when he smiled at her with something almost like the old Spencer in him, before he cleared his throat, “We all like you. Everyone on the team likes how you are,”

She paused, nodding to herself as if knocking herself out of a silly daze, and Ace bounced on his hind legs trying to get her attention again.

“You don’t think I’m too sensitive?” She asked, holding her palm out for the dog to nuzzle at with that wet nose of his.

Spencer shook his head, “Sensitive is good. It means you feel something. Means you feel the good things deeper too,”

Her smile was blinding, because she’d never thought of it that way before, and she looked like her old self again. Spencer wasn’t stupid enough to think she was never going to think about Bobbie again, he still thought about that first UnSub he’d tried to save. He still thought about Tobias Hankel. He thought about them all.

But he was going to make sure she never turned into him. He didn’t think he’d ever forgive himself if she did. He’d protect her sunlight even if it burned him to know he could never have her the way he wanted. Because she was everything good, and he was him.

She looked down at Ace, the life returning to her as she stood aside for the two of them to enter her house, “Tea?”

Yep. Spencer felt something run hot knowing she would always be out of reach. Didn’t stop him from thinking about it, though.

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pierregasly: oh 100%😂

charles_leclerc: THATS NOT EVEN FAIR??😀

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username: THEHRE NEVER SERIOUS IM IN TEARSSSSSS

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username: reason 92893 i adore them;

username: when the trio suddenly becomes romantic

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mimixmunson · 22 days

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eddie or steve with alternative!reader, like face piercings, black makeup, allat stuff

and nsfw or not but they would just be so smitten and follow them around and nod dumbly to whatever reader says bcus theyre so pretty and scary looking

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Belly button piercings. Steddie x female reader. Smut. Blurb.

I’m so sorry this is basically not what you asked for but I tried!! Hope this is okay! I really got in ‘the zone’ and wrote this all in one lmao!

You first noticed them when you were working, it was a Thursday afternoon, and you were waiting for your next appointment to arrive. Your client wanted a belly button piercing, something you’d done a million times in your job as a body piercer, it was second nature to you now. Especially since you have so many metal adjustments to yourself too, several facial piercings that happen to catch people’s eyes. You get complimented on your vertical labret often, but your favourite was the piercing that only you were allowed to see at the moment, single life really was keeping you from excitement.

They stood shyly in the doorway, the dark haired boy seemingly more confident than the brunette. He stood a little taller, had some ear piercings himself and as he took off his jacket, handing it to the other guy, you noticed his tattoos. You had a few of your own, some of which you’d actually given yourself. The long haired guy fiddled with his rings, he basically had one on each finger, the skull one catching your eye the most. It was cool, you make a mental note to see if you can find one of those for yourself.

The more metal looking of the men spoke, “Hi. I’m Eddie. I’m here for my piercing?” He had a great voice, he definitely was confident like you had expected. You offer him a friendly smile and show him out back to your studio after taking his payment, giving him his consent form and running him through the aftercare. “Can my boyfriend come too?” He questioned shyly, holding the brunette man’s hand behind his back. You nod and laugh, assuming he can’t be afraid of needles if he’s got so many tattoos. “Follow me, both of you are welcome, there’s always room for an emotional support person. Even if you are a pretty metal head or a…” You stood still and looked him up and down. “Frat boy?” You laugh, hoping to get the same reaction from them, it always helped to make jokes to ease your clients nerves.

In the kindest possible way they looked stupid, like they’d seen a ghost. Eddie’s jaw had dropped, he’s practically drooling at the compliment and his boyfriend? His cheeks are bright red. He nods dumbly, like every single thought in his pretty head had been knocked out by your comment.

“I don’t need!- whatever. This is Steve.” Eddie shakes his head and chuckles at your joke. “Thank you for letting me watch, I kinda wanted to see how you do this whole piercing thing, I’m tempted to get one myself.” Steve spoke finally, his voice a lot softer than Eddie’s. His face was flushed, embarrassed by his own words.

You mark up Eddie’s belly button, making sure the lining you drew was straight and offer him a look in the mirror. As he stands upright, staring at the pen marks on his midriff you notice them for the second time that day. But it wasn’t just them, it was how they looked at you. Their eyes followed you, ever since they stood hunched over in the doorway of the waiting room. Their eyes never left you, dancing around your face and more recently, your pants.

You’d been ogled over before, sort of part and parcel of the job. Men had come into your studio just to ask you if you had any “naughty” piercings or assume you must be freaky in bed because you’re tatted and pierced. But you didn’t mind the way they were looking at you. Almost like you were an enigma, a paradox.

“Stevie here’s acting scared but don’t let him fool you, he likes a bit of pain.” Eddie giggles over his own words whilst Steve shoots him a look, giving him daggers. You noticed the way Steve blushed again, it’s adorable really. His cheeks flushed at everything. “Is that so? Well the belly button piercing is just a little pinch really, the clamp is the worst part. Just breathe through it and it’s over. I promise, I’ll be gentle. To you that is, might have to be a little more rough with this one huh? He seems insistent on embarrassing you doesn’t he, sweetheart?” You motion to Eddie, wiggling the capped needle around in your fingers. Steve threw his head back in laughter, squeezing Eddie’s hand in his own, “t-thanks.” He stutters through his words, you could definitely see this guy being a submissive. His entire nature is submissive. Your mind escapes you as you imagine what he’d look like tied to your bed. Would Eddie join you in dominating Steve or would you have them both at your mercy?

That was a hell of a way to break the ice, finding out your client’s boyfriend is a pain slut definitely was a new one. Fantasising about your clients even more so, but they are so endearing.

“Okay you ready?” You glance up at Eddie, he nods and you position your needle. “And 3, 2, 1, aaaand done.” You feed the needle through his belly button, you remove the needle and leave the plastic tube inside the freshly pierced hole. “And here’s the stingy part.” You mutter as you thread his chosen jewellery through the plastic tube of the needle and twists the ball on top, wiping and sterilising his belly button. “How was it?” Steve questioned, still looking at Eddie through his fingers across his eyes. “Completely fine babe, princess here has magic fingers.” He shoots you a smirk in an attempt to fluster you back for earlier.

“Sure do. Are you up next Steve? I have time to slot you in now, I’ve got a free hour.” Inquiring as clean up your work space once more. “N-no. Maybe next time.” He responds with the weakest smile you’ve ever seen. He’s scared, if any of the goosebumps on his skin suggest, that’s understandable. Poor thing, he’s a completely blank canvas and a piercing is a pretty big commitment to make. Eddie smiles, whispering something in-audible to Steve which of course left him with a flushed face again.

You squat down to your drawers to reach a form, and as you bend over you hear a groan. Well more of a grunt, you smirk whilst your back is turned. These boys were too cute. Wondering which of them you could make yours first, maybe take the easy frightened little lamb and watch his protector follow. What sounds would they make? You could break down the act that Eddie puts up and make him melt in your hands? Was the act he puts up all a ploy, was Steve the top? So many questions run through your mind, but you knew something for certain. This was precious. These boys were precious. Behind you, you hear some giggling. Still searching for the feedback form you have to leave it up to your imagination, but it ate at you. What were they giggling about? You hadn’t imagined the handcuffs attached to Eddie’s belt, maybe he was teasing him by showing Steve what he’d be tied with that night? Maybe they’d pointed at you pretty ass bend over so nicely on display for them and daydreamed about having you in those cuffs?

You twist your face over your shoulder to face them as you pick up the form, your elbows squeezing together ‘accidentally’. Steve shys away from looking but you can tell he wants to, it was obvious. His eyes darted around the room, from the mirror across from you, and back to your chest. Whereas Eddie? His jaw was on the floor, his vision transfixed on your chest.

“Okay, well in that case when you’re ready I need you, Eddie to fill in this form about how your experience was here today. We give them to all our clients.”

You commanded, handing him the form and a pen, watching as he filled it out pretty quickly. It was cute, through the whole time you’d spent together, Steve hadn’t let go of Eddie’s hand. Following him around like a lost dog, but he still couldn’t stop his eyes from moving over you. Eddie squeezes Steve’s hand again and he looks down at his lap. Oh. Was it the pain of the piercing or your body that made that tent in his pants appear? Steve bites his lip and reaches out to palm his hand over Eddie’s bulge. He squirms and swats at his boyfriend’s hands. Oh god could they get any cuter, flustered and bratty? The things you could do.

He shuffles his jacket across his waist, hoping you hadn’t seen it. Handing you the form back, you walk them both back into the waiting room. You sign the form to prove you had administered the piercing, handing it back to Eddie to take his copy home for safe keeping. Chewing on your pen lid, you giggle as the leave your studio. You wonder how long it will be until they read the note you left them on the paper.

“Let me know if you want that piercing Stevie, I think you’d both suit little matching belly bars. The cutest boys. If I’ve read this wrong ignore me and I apologise but if I haven’t? Call me. *phone number*.”

Well you’ve had worse days at work.

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tubesock86 · 7 months

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steddie fic opinions (bc I feel like yelling into the void)

things I ADORE and think are silly

when they call the kids “ankle-biters” “gremlins” “menaces” and other increasingly insane nickname

virgin Eddie !! (I just think it makes sense!!)

Steve liking Eddie’s flirting but being endlessly confused by it (WAIT YOU WERE ACTUALLY FLIRTING WITH ME?)

Eddie making sure Steve knows that he’s not actually stupid (he’s still a himbo but he’s good at strategy and noticing little details u guys)

both being pathetic loser boys

Mike hating that Eddie is into Steve

Steve teaching Eddie how to kiss

Making REALLY silly jokes and silly noises during sex [honk honk, bazooka noise, using peen as a microphone “is this thing on?”]

things I HATE that make me wanna YELL

when either of them ARE TOO DAMN SMOOTH AND SLICK,, these are two pathetic cringey losers !!! We’ve seen how Steve flirts!! He’s confident BUT he sings little songs and makes jokes and blusters through being embarrassed!! And Eddie is so easily jump-scared and he’s clumsy and does silly voices!! THEYRE NOT COOL!!!!!

when Steve is SO motherly,, like dude has big brother energy,, he cares a lot BUT he’s constantly complaining about getting stuck with the kids and we only see him having heart to hearts with Dustin for the most part

when Robin is too mean to Steve,, they neg on each other for SURE but she doesn’t genuinely insult him

when Robin isn’t in the fic at all!!! booooo wrongggg

when they randomly make Nancy a HUGE bitch just for the sake of jealousy,, like HUH??? she’s not into Steve anymore !!!

when Steve and Eddie are super cuddly sugary sweet coochy coo baby talkers that do insane pda and sit on top of each other in FRONT of the kids,,, like they should be more often shoving laughing and tickling each other INSTEAD OF babying each other and calling each other “pookie bear” and “kitten” and straddling each other during a dnd session JEEZ (I realize some people may be against this one lol) (I just think it’s very ooc!!)

Steve being really really shy and stuttery and insecure,, bro definitely has trauma and issues and I’m on board with the shitty parents parade,, but we’ve never seen Steve act like this!!

anyway,,, feel free to add more fic opinions !!

#please talk to me and validate my opinions!!#steddie #steddie fic #fic opinion #fanfic #rant #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

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holostarz · 5 months

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my problem is i think most of p5s ships are cute and thats why i almost always am down for some form of polythieves

usually i just lump all the guys together cause all those ships are just so good to me??? and i mean like, every combination of them, even without ren. ill ship ryuji and yusuke. and i also love goro with either of them. ryugoro and akekita are so rare but theyre so nice?? they all just. clenches fists. theyre so good ot4 pegoryugorokita

goroann besties is real in my heart. also goroharu being like the Cursed besties ever in the end like. my god they have such a wack and unhinged platonic soulmates/kindred spirits potential. goromako rivals forever my guy they are so fucking funny. and ryukoto is kinda cute...

i think shumako is nice but its just not my cuppa tea. they are dear friends and i do love the image of ren and makoto being a bit rivalcoded and butting heads over phantom thievery and how to lead the team best. and goro is weirdly the one who can actually somehow stop arguments before they happen and get them to compromise.

makoto is NOT the mom friend okay she is the bossy and protective older sister friend. and she is smart and sensible but not immune to her friends infecting her with Stupid. ren is the mom friend. and the dad friend. best of both things. :)

ren: its hard raising 8 kids when youre in high school and an 18 y/o whos like if a divorced widow was a boy 😔 sojiro: what happened to your husband??? ren: he was lost at sea goro: ren, look at this dog i saw on my way here ren: i can still hear his voice

meanwhile i love futago half siblings headcanon. so while goro and makoto are a little more sibling rivalry coded, futaba is still goros actual gremlin sibling who will bully him to death. meanwhile, futaba is actually adoptive siblings with ren. these two are WAY more sibling coded than goro and futaba ever.

and when futaba starts trying to do similar Sibling dynamic things with goro. goro is like ??? "ren, futaba just came in here. stared at me. burped. and then left. what does this mean." and ren is like. "oh is there food? theyre probably telling you theres food and to come out if you want some. or if this is your first time seeing them today they could just be greeting you." and goro is like ????? but louder this time

i love shujin trio poly... and i default to them being the OG Cule. shuann? v cute love them. ryuann? also cute and honestly v funny of how messy i imagine their hookups being. like they keep breaking up and eventually finding their way back to each other. sometimes i see them as sibling coded, too, more than anything else. overall i just love these three together they are the tomodachis of all time they are partners for life

i also love ryuharu. and harukita (yuharu?) theyre really cute.... then theres good ol makoharu and annmako (makoann?) and i love them too... honestly love hifumi and makoto too?? i think they would be huge fucking dorks together... perhaps.... rivals, even?

goro and hifumi being friends... good shit. hifumi and yusuke being close friends? plz... and ren and hifumi are just. wahh i love them theyre so good. even futaba and hifumi could be cute, honestly.... wtf

and we cannot forget ANNSHIHO,,, forever. my GORLS.... lesbiabs of my heart.

anntaba is a rare one but theyre also v cute to me... and if they arent girlfriends i love the idea of futaba having a crush on her and then realizing those feelings are actually just Admiration and Gender envy. i also love the idea of morgana finding out his crush on ann is ALSO GENDER ENVY RELATED.... we love nonbiney morgana. hope is genderless

ren: my CAT IS TRANS!? NOT CLICKBAIT?

and makoto is always being an older sister to futaba. yutaba is nice, too. i honestly see futaba and yusuke being aspec and theyre platonic soulmates and in a qpp. and ofc sumitaba my beloved... i love sumitaba a lot

i adore ryusumi too like oh myg od,,.. wahh.... the sweeties. sumikita is so rare but like. i think they could be kinda cute too?? sumigoro is V platonic soulmates to me like my god theyre so. clenches fist. honestly whole royal trio tbh is just. "they can make each other worse" and each of them thinking "thank god im the normal one here" thats it thats the whole dynamic. and its so funny.

shusumi is cute too but honestly i think i prefer both ren and goro have somethin of a platonic soulmates or older sibling dynamic with sumire. they have adopted her okay. sumiann isnt one i see a lot either but they.... THEM.....

any mishima ship is super funny imo but like, theyre cute. love yuuki having a crush on ren but like. the game makes it near impossible for you to actually be fucking nice to him so i always get the vibe that ren would rather keep him at a distance, even tho they appreciate him and care about him.

its okay tho cause i say hes good friends with the OG trio + shiho and they vibe. yuuki crushing on goro, to his own horror? hilarious. and weirdly enough shiho and ren?? idk what their acronym is. but. oh my god. theyre actually weirdly cute? but i see them having disaster twins energy. theyre absolute menaces.

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amaya-eve · 1 year

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Bestfriend Xiao

- Bestfriend Xiao who you dont even remember how you became friends with, because you’ve been friends for as long as you can remember.

- Bestfriend Xiao who obviously [loves you] has a crush on you to the point your own friend group just ignores it because its always been that way and theyre tired of convincing him its not normal to feel butterflies when he’s with you.

- Bestfriend Xiao who drops by your class to walk you home, claiming it just so happens he’s going the same way, so it’d be better to walk with you than be alone.

- Bestfriend Xiao who remembers your preferences and dislikes, probably better than you do. whenever youre out with Xiao, it’d be him who orders for you, and you dont have any doubt because you know he’s got you memorized.

- Bestfriend Xiao who’s stare is a little more frightening towards guys who try to approach you, its not that he’s jealous or anything! he’s just looking out for you as a friend is all.

- Bestfriend Xiao who finally caves in to emotions and decides he cant hide his feeling forever makes a confession letter and puts it in you locker.

- Bestfriend Xiao who is so flustered and embarrassed when you approach him after class asking if he’s seen anyone by your locker, well aware you’ve seen his letter. he replies with a simple “why?” attempting to hide his red face and acts surprised when you tell him you’ve found a letter.

- Bestfriend Xiao who listens attentively when you talk about the contents of the letter to him, looking for any hints that you might know who sent it. “they might’ve gotten the wrong locker though, i mean, someone seeing me that way? impossible” you said, and all he can think to himself is “me! you adorable idiot”.

- Bestfriend Xiao who ask “have any idea who gave it?” knowing damn well he spent the entirety of last night writing it. “yeah, actually i do!” you answer, and now he’s panicking because what if you have another person in mind and he’s just helped them to you.

- Bestfriend Xiao who’s whole world just shuts down when you get closer to him and ask “how about you Xiao, do you have any idea who gave me this letter?” with a mischievous smirk he knows so well. he can only stay silent with a face as red as a tomato ‘till you finally burst out laughing “stupid, you really think i woudnt be able to recognize your handwriting?”

- Boyfriend Xiao who treats you like a princess, and never fails to put a smile on your pretty face, and will never get tired of telling you how much he loves and adores you. he’s still salty about you liking him too and never telling, because what do you mean he could’ve been your boyfriend atleast 2 years ago?!

#genshin thoughts #genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact xiao #xiao #genshin xiao #xiao x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao headcanons #xiao hcs #genshin headcanons #genshin hcs

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ringdabel · 5 months

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My thoughts on OP ships except im being 100% honest (P.1)

*LuNami - Cute but im not a big fan of it - Autisum and girlboss frfr - idm if its canon! I mean i like their moments of hugging and all, they're all so silly and i absolutely adore them! ^^ *LuHan - Nah... HARD pass... - I do not ship them at all and refuses to - their age gap is 12 and i think personally Boa is just having some kind of highschool crush -if this ship becomes canon...... bro im gonna stare in the distance and cry - If you ship these two...... NO OFFENSE! But What is wrong with you :[ *LuZo/ZoLu - MY EMOTINAL SUPPORT SHIP YIPPIEEEEE - They are so SO CANON u cannot convince me otherwise!!! - Dumb and Dumber. - I love and ADORE their dynamic! their interactions, first meetings, etc... EVERYTHING THEYRE SOOO CUTE AGHHCBSDBIL <3333 - The crew KNOWS they love eachother. They know what they are. - shamelessly kisses eachother goodnight - Zoro will die for Luffy, and Luffy will stop him. *LuSan/Sanlu - ONE OF MY FAV SHIPS EVER!!! Their interactions!! >>>>>> - WE KNOW SANJI LOVES HIM AND ADORES HIM. WE KNOW THAT ALREADY YOU FRENCH FRY - He wants to be Luffy's special boy in the OPLA, c'mon, its so obv - Sanji gets jealous when Luffy compliments other cooks other than him, its canon guys, trust me. MOVIE 6, THAT PHYSILOGICAL HORROR MOVIE OF OP. *ZoSanLu/ZoLuSan -POWER POLY LOVERS ON TOP! -i love them. *cries* -I have 400 pages of fanart featuring these stupid boneheads. - they sleep together and Luffy steals all the blankets - Zoro will def giving them his earings. aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *LuKob/Koblu -Comfort ship of mine!!! THEYRE SO CUTE ITS ILLEGAL!!!! - I want them to reunite again, then hold hands and kiss eachother on the lips then go on cute little dates :[ - LUFFY IS KOBY'S GAY AWAKENING CHANGE MY MIND (i feel like hes more like bi or pan BUT) - Koby owns 6000 wanted posters of Luffy and its canon that he wants more of them. hes such a fanboy omg.... - If they ever date... they will have a matching handmade bracelet... Luffy's red and Koby's pink.... each has letters of eachother... - (ALSO THERES THIS FAV FIC OF THEM FROM AO3, THE AUTHOR IS okiedokeTM (madelinescribbles) AND THE FIC IS CALLED "Koby's Awful No-Good Very Confusing Day" CHECK IT OUT IF YOU CAN!!!!) - im very normal abt them (lie) *LuUso/UsoLu - Very cute ship!!1 - i personally see them as best friends more but its still verey cute! - They bond, they hug, they hit and they danced. yeah i get how ppl ship them!!!!!!!!! *LuLaw/Lawlu -Tbh.... its very cute! - i used to be obsessed with this ship bcs their dyanmic is so interesting, like Black cat and golden retriver! - i still kinda do ndcnas - Luffy reminds Law of Corazon bcs of his goofiness ughh CRIES - I hc Law that he has a soft spot for silly, goofy ppl, his sister, his crew, Corazon, LUFFY????????? He loves them but will never admit smh smh - When he ruins all of your well-planned plans that took you a whole week to make <3333333 *CobyLuLaw/KobyLawLu -AYEEEEEEEEEEE MY NEW FAV SHIP!!!!!!!!!!!!! - F**K BEING UNDERRATED, I WANT THIS TO BE KNOWN ACROSS THE WHOLE F**KING WORLD!!!!!! - PLSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS ITS SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! U HAVE TO WRITE FICS ABT IT I NEED MORE OF IT!!!1 - I want to thank @orange-artist for drawing and having KobyLawLu on my breakfast table!!!!!!!!!! - AND FOR YOU THE PPL WHO WRITE THE FICS ILY - me omw to make brainrots of these three stupid peas in a pod, fishes in a bowl, pens in a pencilcase :]]]

#one piece #kobylu #lunami #lusan #sanlu #zolu #luzo #lukoby #usolu #kobylawlu

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lamestteenagegirlever · 4 months

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as a book reader i ADORE the series but if theres one thing i love more than anything is seeing baby percabeth from an unbiased perspective bc theyre so cute but also percy is so LAME like hes so embarrassing i love him. like in the books hes just like yeah i think she looks like a princess and we only hear his internal thoughts so i LOVEEE actually seeing how awkward he is with his crush on annabeth.

its so cute and i honestly think pretty important for the viewers because it rlly helps to drive how young they all are and how insane it is that theyre being put in these crazy situations. like his dorky face when annabeth smiled when he started singing the consensus song? his voice cracking after annabeth laughed at his potty joke?? the look of brief panic on his face when he realized grover saw the face he was making when he hugged annabeth back followed by the really awkward smile??? THE WAY HE WAS THINKING ABOUT THE FACT THAT A PRETTY GIRL HUGGED HIM FOR SEVERAL DAYS STRAIGHT AND SAW ANNABETH WAS ACTING WEIRD SO HE ASSUMED SHE WAS DOING THE SAME BUT SHE HAD ACTUAL SERIOUS STUFF TO WORRY ABOUT SO HE JUST ENDED UP TELLING ON HIMSELF???? LIKE THAT IS ACTUALLY SO EMBARRASSING I WAS DYING WATCHING THAT PART. THE WAY HE INDIRECTLY ASKED HER ON A MOVIE DATE AND WOULDNT MAKE EYE CONTACT EXCEPT FOR A MILLISECOND TO SEE HER REACTION BEFORE DARTING HIS EYES AWAY SO FAST????? THE TUNNEL OF LOVE SCENE OVERALL?????? THE WAY HE LOOKS AT HER LIKE YOU CAN LITERALLY SEE THAT HIS PUPILS ARE DILATED IN A GOOD COUPLE OF SCENES WHEN HES LOOKING AT HER LIKE THIS LITTLE BOY IS DOWN ASTRONOMICALLY HE IS SO FUCKING LAME. like we obviously knew the way they were both ready to sacrifice their lives for eachother in a heartbeat and how well they complimented one another and the way they changed each others world views and made the other strive to be better versions of themselves like ive known they were the blueprint since like literally 2nd grade like that didnt stop me from repeatedly bawling my eyes out over it but thats not the point. like we knew this and we could see it in the books but we couldnt see, or at least not fully see, how big of a stupid embarrassing crush percy had on annabeth and how she obviously feels the same way but is better at hiding it like oh my god i love them i wanna squeeze them until their eyes pop out like those old pens at the scholastic book fair do yall remember those?? im sorry guys im so autistic pjo and specifically percabeth has been my special interest since i was 7 and now 10 years later i get to watch them on tv in an adaptation WITH YOUNG RYAN REYNOLDS ARYAN SIMHADRI AND THE ONE AND ONLY MISS LEAH JEFFRIES thats almost entirely book accurate but also adds in fun stuff that works great in the plot and for the most part even better than the original scenes in the books bc the show is how rick would write the series NOW with all of his new gained writing experience like im actually going to explode the show is so good

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy series #percabeth #percy pjo #percy and annabeth #annabeth chase #leah is my annabeth #leah is our annabeth #grover underwood

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sweet-honey-fruit · 2 years

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I would like to request a threesome of Pantalone and Dottore with Reader but Reader is into choking (first time requesting smut :'))

YES!!! I’ve been waiting for someone to request something like this.

Teasing Gone Wrong

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4,152

Warnings: Afab!reader, Choking, degradation, praising, spit-roasting, first time writing a threesome so go gentle please, aftercare is included cause I feel like you guys are gonna need it with what theyre saying, cum play, spit play, semi-public sex (?) , impact play, a small hint of pantalone x dottore, dacryphilia, hair pulling

MINORS DNI

‘Fuck, what did I get myself into?’ seemed to be the only thought that was echoing throughout your mind. Perhaps you miscalculated the precise level of ‘oh shit’ that would accompany teasing your two lovers. Leaving behind feather-like touches, leaning in for a kiss before walking away, and letting out the faintest noise that sounded like a moan. What drove them insane though was the dress you wore. Short, tight, and hugged you in all the right places. The way you would bend down and show off your lacey underwear to them while they were in the middle of a task. Then you would just walk away casually like you didn’t leave them rock hard and sexually frustrated. And it pissed them off. No matter how much they warned you to stop, you didn’t relent. They were both impressed with how bold you were being. Purposefully winding them up and making them crave you. Yet, where they believe you went horribly wrong was when you left them alone to discuss just how they were going to destroy you.

When Pantalone came up to you with a honey-coated smile and wrapped his arm around your waist to lead you to his office, you didn’t think too much about it. Maybe he was just requesting some…special favors. Maybe, in a way, you were correct. But the drastic level of said favor was far from what you were thinking. He immediately pushed you into the darkness of his office. The only light evident was from the lamp in the far left corner of the room, but even that didn’t do much to illuminate the murkiness of his workspace.

“I’m so glad to finally have you alone my dear,” His smile seems to turn faker with each passing moment. He’s standing in front of the door, blocking any form of exit. You feign a smile of your own, trying, hoping, and failing to hide away your nervousness. The atmosphere didn’t seem right. It felt off, almost unnerving. You lace your voice with false confidence, “I’m glad to be alone with you. I’ve missed you, you know,” Your eyes are looking anywhere but at his. Pantalone notices your anxiousness, and he finds it adorable. He lets out a small laugh, tilting his head slightly, “Oh, have you now? Is that why you’ve been such an eager little toy today?”

Your breath hitched at his statement. His gaze darkened as he looked down at you, making you feel incredibly smaller than before. His hand gently caressed your face, slowly trailing it down to your neck. He lets it sit there for a couple of seconds before trailing down, stopping at your chest. Goosebumps followed after his touch, the eagerness for him to do more building up within you and between your legs. The smile that was on his face slowly transforms into blankness. He’s cold as he speaks, “You made it quite obvious. How desperate you were for us,” Pantalone started to walk forward, forcing you to walk backward. He admired the horror reflecting in your eyes. The way you stumbled over your words to try and fish for an excuse to get out of this. You were not stupid. You knew what was going to happen. Being locked in his office while he had that look in his eyes only meant trouble for you. The kind of trouble that left you both terrified and excited.

Your useless mumbling came to a halt when your back collided with something that wasn’t the wall. An arm wrapped around your waist from the darkness behind you. A gasp slips past your lips upon the feeling. Your heart is pounding against your ribcage, surprised that you didn’t notice the other figure in the room sooner. Pantalone gave you an innocent smile as another hand came up to grasp your chin, forcing you to look upwards. There stood your other lover, your back pressed against his chest, trapped like a caged animal. Dottore had an everlasting smirk, his red eyes looking at you so sharply you swore it would cut you. He leaned down next to your ear, his husky voice sending a chill down your spine and heat to your core, “Although I must admit, desperation is such a lovely look on you, despite it being rather…pathetic.”

He released you and you stumbled forward. Pantalones cold fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled you back towards him. You couldn't help but let out a whimper at the coldness etched into his hand. Your eyes bounce between them before landing on Pantalone’s orchid-colored eyes. They were half-lidded, shrewd, and sharp. It caused a kick of adrenaline to pump through you. You fear you weren’t looking at your boyfriend, but at the Harbinger that he is feared as. Your words are shaky as you desperately try to make a defense for yourself, “Okay, okay listen. Just listen. …It’s not my fault! If you two haven’t been so busy-“

Pantalone’s voice cuts you off, eyes narrowing, “You have no one to blame but yourself for the situation you put yourself in,” you let out a tremulous sigh, trying hard not to tremble under his grip, “If only you’d been a bit more cooperative, we wouldn't be in this predicament.” With those words, he shoved you back into Dottore and stepped away. Your voice comes out more hushed than you intended it to, “Maybe it was a little mistake on my part-“

Dottore’s laugh cuts you off, his hand gripping your hips roughly. One of his hands traveled up your chest to cup at your breast making you gasp out, “Ah, but then again, I suppose you do lack a certain sense of self-control, yes?” his lips press against the side of your neck, “Though there's always a chance you’re able to redeem yourself,” you shiver at how close he's getting to you, “It might be worth a try, don't you think, Pantalone?”

Dottore’s head dipped down to the crevice of your neck. His teeth grazed along your pulse point and you were sure that you were dripping by now. You knew you were craving them but didn’t know it was this bad. Already a needy mess and they’ve barely laid a hand on you. A groan escaped your throat and he pulled away after a few seconds. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling hard enough to make you wince, his nails dragging along your scalp.

Pantalone comes back up to you, a piece of cloth clutched in his hand. “Now Dottore. While I do agree that our pet must prove their obedience to us, we must…immobilize them first to keep them from getting away. Don’t you agree?” Pantalone asked. Dottore nods before pulling you against himself, his face nuzzling into your neck. He already seems too lost in your essence, only wanting to fuck you till all you can do is scream his name. To the point where all you can do is take what they give you. He lets go of your hair and grabs a fistful of your clothes instead, pulling you close. His free hand slides along your thigh, his fingers slipping inside your dress. You gasp and shudder, fighting the urge to grind down on his hands as he circles his thumb around your clit. Pantalone grabs ahold of your chin, his voice demanding, “Hands out.”

You do as he pleases, the fabric being forcefully wrapped around your hands. It’s painfully tight, but you’re too lost in Dottore’s hands making quick work of your clit to care. You feel your knees start to buckle, a moan being ripped past your throat as he puts more pressure against it.

“Already coming undone? Are you that much of a slut for us? So eager…how cute…how..disgraceful,” Pantalone’s words were thickly laced with lust. Even he couldn’t hide the desperation. The same desperation that he was bashing you for.

Dottore’s fingers dipped into your dripping cunt, causing you to gasp out and buckle your knees. If it wasn’t for his grip on your waist, you’re sure you would’ve fallen. His eyes lock with Pantalone’s, cackling through his words, “They’re already soaked! And we haven’t even done anything. No wonder they were being a bitch today, they wanted nothing more but to be fucked senseless.”

“Like a little bitch in heat, hm?” Pantalone made quick work of slipping your dress off, just enough to show off your breasts. He planted kisses down your neck, trailing them down till his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking harshly. The action caused you to buck into Dottore’s hand, letting out a moan loud enough that it echoed through the office. Dottore’s hand moved from your waist to your throat, pressing harshly against it to the point where your moans were tired down to breathless whines. And fuck if that didn’t do shit to you. Feeling so restricted and at their mercy. His action alone caused you to gush around his hand that was pumping in and out of your cunt. It was all overstimulating. Dottore’s hands fucking you and choking you, and Pantalone’s mouth sucked on your nipples while his hands wandered over your body. It was unbearably hot but you were too far gone to care.

His fingers curled inside of you, pressing against that spongy spot inside that made you see stars. Maybe it was the pleasure, maybe it was the lack of oxygen. Either way, though, your eyes rolled back and your vision went black. Your legs trembled, feeling weak, unable to hold up your weight. With a pop, Pantalone pulls away. Dottore thrusts his fingers in one last time before pulling them out and stepping back from you. As predicted, you fell to your knees, panting and gasping for air. A tear from a mix of pleasure and desperation to breathe cascaded down your blotchy face. Pantalone kneels beside you. He places his hands on either side of your face, pushing your head gently to the right. His thumb gently swipes away at the stray tear, a satisfied grin stretching over his face. Dottore makes his way to stand in front of you. He grabs your chin and forces your gaze toward him. You can't help but stare into his red eyes as he smiles down at you. That smile sends chills through your body, sending shivers down your spine. The look on his face is one filled with lust. One that’s filled with the need to make you theirs. To make you his plaything. To make you cum over and over again, so much so that you can’t even walk without your legs trembling for a day or two. Both of them share a look. A look that tells each other what to do next, and a look you understand that means that you’re fucked. Both literally and figuratively.

Pantalone roughly shoves your face away, soliciting a grunt out of you. Your heart is fluttering inside your chest, nerves lighting on fire as the two of them switch positions. Dottore sits down, his eyes glinting with mischief within the pool of neediness. Forceful hands grab a fistful of your plush flesh at your hips, pulling you back. They guide you into a doggy-style position. Although with your hands still tied, you were forced to fall onto your elbows, letting out a whine from the sudden harsh impact on the cold wooden floor. They let out a small groan in response to your position, the whine you let out making them feral. Your dress hikes up to your lower back, giving Pantalone a clear view of your panties. So soaked that they’re practically see-through. He can make out the outline of your folds, slick sticking to the inside of your thighs.

“You made quick work of this one Doctor,” Pantalone murmurs with a laugh, “So wet that I can see it dripping down their thighs.” Dottore’s smile is smug as he stares down at you. His bulge is evident against the tight material of his pants. One of his hands comes up to play with your hair, causing your eyes to glaze over as you stare down at his bulge. Your mouth waters at the sight, the urge to take him into your mouth overcoming your senses. At this point, you’re able to feel the ache, the throbbing that’s between your legs. Pantalone’s slender fingers slide into your cunt through your underwear. A moan slips out from the feeling, but a whimper follows shortly after when it provides little to no friction due to the flimsy material that’s in the way. Dottore’s other hand palms himself into his bulge, a guttural grunt pushing past his heavenly pink lips. His hips thrust up into his hand, grinding into it.

His eyes dart up to Pantalone, who was still teasingly dipping his fingers into your dripping hole slowly. “Fuck, fuuuck-“ His hand grips his cock through the restraints of his pants, “Pantalone, how about you continue doing what you’re doing, and I’ll throat fuck them into oblivion, cause fuck I need it. Already stressed and this slut decided to make me want to fuck my hand on the job—“

His hand dips down into his pants, pulling his cock free. Dottore was always big. So maybe it was your nerves getting to you about their unhinged sexual behavior. But right now, he seemed huge. Seven inches, thick, with a vein traveling along the left side. His tip was spilling with precum. It glistened in the dim light that poured across the corner of the room. You didn’t have time to admire it before he shoved your mouth down onto it. You choked as his head crashed into the back of your throat, tears swelling up in your eyes again. His hands are placed on either side of your head, his hips pulling him out just enough to keep the head in your mouth before he thrusts harshly back in, hitting the back of your throat once more. He throws his head back and lets out a deep cry, panting and relinquishing himself within you.

Pantalone's crude words cut through the pornographic sounds from Dottore fucking your throat, “And you say they have poor self-control while you are acting like a crazed animal.” His hands wrap around the seam of your underwear, pushing them down your thighs. Dottore growls out, “Shut up,” before forcing your head to stay still and grinding into your mouth. Drool pours out and around the base of his dick.

Despite Pantalone teasing Dottore, it’s obvious that he is feeling like a crazed animal himself. His breathing is deep and ragged as he shoves his fingers into you. Your hole sucking him in eagerly. The moan that reverberates through your throat makes Dottore grip your head more. His muscles flex at the action, eyes glistening with arduous lust. He’s barely able to keep himself together, moans spilling out like a chorus all of his own.

“I think you’re wet enough to take my cock, I just-“ His sentence is broken by a desperate grunt, his hand coming down to take his dick out, “I just need some relief,”

His hand which was still coated in your juices was used to lubricate his cock. The tip was flushed pink, gleaming with precum and your slick as he stroked himself slowly. He wastes no time shoving his throbbing member into your aching hole. Your walls flutter around him, drawing out a moan from the man behind you. Your entire body jerks and shudders, eyes rolling back from the feeling of finally having something inside of you. To the feeling of being so full. It’s making your body buzz and your head fuzzy. You can’t help but roll your hips back into Pantalone, the burst of pleasure from the movement making your thighs quiver. A harsh ‘slap’ is heard throughout the room. Your eyes widen at the sudden painful yet exhilarating impact across your ass. The sting is painful, sure to leave a handprint behind for a few days. Dottore’s hands harshly pull you up off his cock. You’re gasping for air, spit coating your chin and chest. Your lungs feel as if they’re burning from the sudden rush of air being sucked in. It sounds as if you’re babbling nonsense to them. But to you, you’re begging for more. To be continued to be filled up with them both. The doctor’s eyes shoot up to meet Pantalone’s for a second before looking back down at you. A rare look of concern flashed over his face.

“Color.” He demands more than he asks.

Your voice comes out broken and breathless, “Green, green-green, fuck me, please. Please continue.” A whine is followed soon after, and Dottore is back to smirking and Pantalone slaps your ass once more. Goosebumps follow the stinging heat that’s left behind. You’re overwhelmed in the best ways possible. Pantalone pushes on your middle back, forcing you to arch more. He’s slow at first, mesmerized by the view of his dick disappearing into your hole. So wet that the slick is dripping onto the floor with every pull-out. He feels lost in the feeling of you, tight and hot and soaking.

“Look at you, taking my cock so well-“ His body leans over yours, one hand digging into your hair as the other is placed on the floor to keep him steady, “Such a good plaything. Doing a good job for us. We’re so proud of you, isn’t that correct, Dottore?” His hand shoves your head back down to take Dottore’s cock back in your mouth, forcing a moan out of the doctor. Pantalone’s words make your body impossibly hotter. The feeling of his dick now slamming into you makes you quiver. The pleasure is crashing through your body like a wave.

Dottore hisses when he feels the flat of your tongue roll over the vein. His glaring eyes move from you to Pantalone, who is currently giving him a smug smile. “At least one out of the two bitches here is behaving,” he snarls, pulling a chuckle out of man drilling into you. You can’t help but let out a laugh at their interaction, which is drowned out by Dottore’s cock. Yet, it’s still noticeable for them. He moves a hand to wrap around your throat. Before it was hard to breathe with him down your throat, but now it’s impossible with the way his hand presses against your esophagus. Your eyes are wide, looking up at him. In reflex, your head starts to move up to get some air, but Pantalone’s hand forces you back down to the base of Dottore’s cock, your nose pressed against his pelvis.

“Who the fuck said you could focus on anything else other than our cocks, hm? Be good and mind your own damn business,” Dottore lashes out, releasing his hand from your throat. Your breathing is deep and ragged as you try to regain oxygen once more. At least, the best you can do when Dottore’s tip is pressing against the back of your throat.

Pantalone’s thrusts pick up in pace, becoming more sloppy and unpatterned. He’s not caring about your pleasure, but rather his. Yet that alone is enough to make you quell under them. The thought of being used as nothing more other than their stress reliever turns you on impossibly more. Your moans and whines are engulfed by Dottore. The reverberations only draw him closure to pouring his white seed into your mouth. His thighs shake as he feels it building up. His hips rock into your mouth desperately. His grunts borderline on imperative whines, slightly higher in pitch than usual. His sounds are proof of the frustration and stress he’s been feeling. The note of that causes a feeling of pride to jolt through you. To be able to care for their needs like this causes a familiar knot in your stomach to form.

The latter seems to be more put together, yet his heavy breathing and deep grunting next to your ear prove that he is following close behind Dottore. His hand tugs at your hair once more to pull you up, only having Dottore’s tip in your mouth. He places a kiss on your earlobe before whispering, “Suck,”

You follow his request, sucking harshly on Dottore’s head, tongue gliding over his slit. Pantalone smirks as he sees Dottore’s eyes roll back, his head rolling to the side as he moans out. His seed shoots into your mouth, gushing out thick spurts. His cum feels hot and heavy in your mouth, the taste of it causing you to let out a quiet mewl. Pantalone sits back up straight, his hands moving to grip your hips as he slams into you. Dottore pulls your mouth off his sensitive dick, patting your cheek harshly and grinning. He shoves his gloved fingers into your mouth, pushing down on your tongue. It causes a combination of cum and saliva to drip out of your mouth, making him bite his lip at the porn-like sight.

“Don’t swallow.” He whispers, eyes training on the way your breasts bounce with each buck of Pantalone’s hips.

Pantalone’s hand moves to circle your clit, causing you to jerk forward and practically scream around Dottore’s fingers. The knot building in your stomach breaks as you gush around his cock, your body shaking from the intensity of the orgasm that hit you. Your walls clench continuously around the cock inside you, forcing a string of uncharacteristic curses to flow out of Pantalone’s mouth. With one last squeeze of your walls, he bottoms out. Hot cum spills inside of you, filling you up so, so nicely. He grinds in you to ride it out before falling forward, keeping a hand on the floor to keep him steady. His free arm wraps around your waist and pulls you close to him, panting.

Dottore gradually pulls his fingers out, analyzing the mix of cum and saliva highlighting his gloves. He reaches over, tapping Pantalone’s lips with the mixture. He lets out a breathy chuckle before taking Dottore’s fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean. You turn your head to watch, the sight would be enough to turn you back on if it wasn’t for the pure exhaustion that followed after your orgasm.

With one last draw of his tongue, he pulls back, revealing a now clean glove. Pantalone slowly pulls out of you, hissing from the sensitivity in his softened dick. You close your eyes, relishing in the coldness of the floor. It feels nice against the heat of your skin that seems to be radiating off. A gentle touch is felt on your cheek, guiding your face upwards. You look at Dottore’s equally exhausted face that’s now looking at you with love and adoration.

“Come, Dottore-“

“Oh, I already did,” He responds with a smirk, laughing at the face Pantalone throws at him in return.

“You know what I mean. Let us take care of our dearest. Don’t need the sub drop to kick in, now do we?”

Your eyes get Dottore’s attention. You open your mouth, showing the cum that's still there. Too exhausted to ask if it’s okay to swallow now. Not that you could with your mouth so full in the first place. The doctor lets out another laugh, combing a hand through your hair, “So obedient, how sweet. Yes, you may swallow.”

You eagerly do so, thankful to have your mouth free once again. The pressure that was around your wrists is relieved, hands free of the restraints. You vaguely register being picked up and placed on the couch on the far side of the office, or the weighted blanket that's draped over your slumped-out figure. Or the fact that your head is laying Pantalone’s lap, while your legs are across Dottore’s thighs. Pantalone plays with your hair, looking over at Dottore.

“Weren’t they so good for us today Doctor?” He asks, twirling a strand of your hair.

“They were. Despite the relentless teasing earlier, they did quite well. I’m very proud.” His hand taps your thigh, earning a small groan from you.

“Indeed,” Cold hands guide your face to look at the purple eyes staring down at you, a gentle smile setting across the face above you, “There’s our sweet thing. The person we care so deeply for. That we do not believe that they are a slut, or a whore.

“Or pathetic,” Dottore adds.

“Yes, or pathetic. Those were all just words thrown in for excitement, not what we believe. In actuality, we believe that you are wonderful. Perfect. Beautiful. And so amazing, I’m not sure how we deserve you.”

His words make you melt into their laps, nuzzling your face into his hand. Dottore’s hand massages your thighs, only now realizing the aches throughout your body from being in the same position for so long.

“Rest, darling. You deserve it. We’ll be here when you wake up.”

#genshin impact x reader #genshin men #genshin men x reader #dottore x reader #pantalone x reader #fatui harbingers x reader #fatui harbingers #fatui harbingers smut #dottore x reader smut #pantalone x reader smut #il dottore x reader

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professional-termite · 1 month

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What Star Trek headcannons do you have?

*cracks knuckles* tng headcanons infodumping time (i havent finished tng yet but i have projected very very hard onto several characters and also made everyone on this ship bisexual bc i can)

picard:

worlds grumpiest polyam gray aroace bi man

i think if he had a grape fanta he would simply Die. not in a good way. actually any soda i think i could kill this guy with a baja blast

hes absolutely not dating riker but like half the ship thinks he is. also theyve screwed like twice but platonically dw abt it

hes dating both dr crusher and q. because i say so

riker:

TRANS MAN RIKER SUPREMACY!!! RIKER IS SO TRANS BC I SAY SO ‼️‼️

hes polyam and also arospec. i think hed like the label aroallo but gray aromantic allo bisexual is more accurate

hes dating like Everyone. data, troi, dr crusher, worf, geordi. my mans is absolutely rolling in romantic/sexual partners

he takes time to take every single one of them on dates catered to them and is absurdly romantic whenever he gets the chance. think rose petals and chocolate and violins

he doesnt ENCOURAGE rumours that he and the captain are dating but he doesnt DISCOURAGE them either

geordi:

pathetic little bisexual man. puts him in the oven

hes dating riker (everyone is dating riker lmao) and in a borderline romantic qpr with data (he calls data his boyfriend but also likes to clarify its not quite Dating since data is aroace)

data and geordi have sherlock holmes rp date nights. this one isnt even a hc actually pretty sure they literally do this in canon

worf:

aroallo bi worf is real and true i would know i was the enterprise

he acts like he hates rikers stupid romantic bs whenever he takes worf on dates (usually they end up just going to a holodeck and duking it out homoerotically afterwards anyways) but then he lays awake at night thinking about riker like 😳

i think he likes drawing skulls. i have exactly 0 canon to back this up but i think he would enjoy drawing skulls

data (can you tell hes my favourite lmao):

spends literal hours researching romantic/sexual relationships so he can be a good partner to geordi and riker even tho he considers himself aroace. usually comes up with something stupidly cheesy (even worse than riker) for dates and they both absolutely adore him for it

polyam aroace bi, and also he/him agender. because i said so

data likes to bonk his head on his partners as a show of affection. its like a kiss on the cheek/forehead except youre getting BONKED by an android

one of my moots (data la forge maybe?) said something about data purring and like thats actually canon as stated before i would know i was the enterprise

also he likes to lay his head on geordis lap. because I Said So

he is included in Girls Nights. he and keiko and troi and dr crusher all get together and he listens to their gossip while they paint his nails and do his makeup

troi:

troi tops. 100%

shes in a relationship both dr crusher and riker, and also had a thing going with tasha yar before she died

i think she considers herself poly bi with a preference for men, but she usually ends up in lasting relationships with women

i feel like she and riker are more of a qpr/fwb situation rather than a romantic one. theyre besties who are also soulbound and also love each other and also fuck nasty sometimes

dr crusher:

pansexual. did you see the way she literally did not care about gender when her parasite lover became a woman?? this is a pansexual

she likes helping data get ready for dates n stuff. they hang out in her quarters and she does his hair and picks out outfits and gives him advice

wesley:

him and his gf from that one episode (robin i think her name was??) are t4t. i base this on my Divine Intuition

summons a large eagle to carry him off into the night

i want to call this man every slur i know. horrid creature. kisses him on the forehead

has no connection to gender identity or sexuality. hes probably aspec but identifies only as queer bc Q

he and picard have fucked nasty at least once. theres no way they havent

#ask #anonymous #star trek tng #star trek #trek adventures with van #star trek headcanon

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urmomw4ntsme · 2 months

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ahsei thoughts on frazel jason/piper and caleo GO

Okay SAW THIS AND WAS LIE. i need to mswer tjsi and. frazel didnt make me feel thst jason/piper didnt make me feel that CLEO CALEO IT FCUKIGN SUCKS EW I WIL TEL MORE.

ok so frazel is oki cuti coupel i like them theg so sweet like "will u hold my hand in fromt of everyone 🥺" vibes LIKE THE ONEEEE HE GIVES HIS LIFELINE TK HER BECAUSE HE TRUSTS HER SM HE HAS TRUST ISSUES HES SCRED AND TERRIFIED BYT HE GIVES IT TO HER AND SHE PROMISES TO KEEP IT SAFE WHY R PJO BOYS SO FUCKING UNRE AL WHEN WILL I FIND SOMEONE WHO WUD LITERALLY TRUST ME WITH TJEIR LIFE LKKE NKT FIGURATIVELY LITERALLY AMD WJO WUD LITERALLY GIVE UP GODHOOD FOR ME AND WHO WUD LITERALLY JUMP INTO THE UNDERWORLD FKR ME KYS FATE ASS BITCH

anyway

um so jsson/piper NO jiper. hehehehe or better yet pason ehehhehe idk what to fee about them tbh thty lowky give steggy vibes mainly cus jason gives me stvve vibes hes also stronh soldier traumatised asf. :( and piper is js like peggy badass gorgeous beautiful shud be with me i shud be kissing her rn alexa play boyfriend by dove cameron :( and I knwo the futjre i readspoilers so now its js there in my brain can do noting about it

omg this fucjing shitp. shit? ship? who knwos i literally adore calypso okay i love her sm but i just fucking hate it that they made her fall inlove with leo?? like this is wrong (to me) on so many levels a. she was CURSED to fall in love with every single demigod who ever went to ogygia or wtv. and it was devastating obvs that she had to go thru tht heartbreak again and again but !!!! IT WAS LITERALLY NOT HE. FAULT THE STUPID FUCJING DOGS sorry gods CURSED HER CUS SHE WAS. R E L A T E D. TO A TITAN. HOW IS THT FAIR. HOW .

and ir was literally. bound to happen. there was absolutely no way that be it percy or leo or whomstever thw fuck went to that god forsaken island SHE COULD NEVER EVER HELP BUT FALL IN LOVE WITH THAT PERSON SHE WAS CURSED. i js googled it btw in case i was wrong or misinformed BUT NO. SHE WAS CURSED. SHE . HAD. TO Fall FOR THAT PERSON EVEN IF SHE DIDNT WANT TO EVEN IF SHE HATED THEMM how is that fair to EITHER LEO OR CALYPSO??? I LOVE LEO SM HE IS MY BABY I WILL NOT TOLERATE THIS?????. this IS SOOOOO REMADORA CODED DONT EVEN GET ME STARTEDDDDD like. it felt liek the author wamted both of them to be in a romantic relationship ANY romantic relationship and then was js like ok well theyre byh single lets do it. NO??? NOOOOOOO AND IF U SAY ooooo bu. they spent like 1000 days on the island tgt they developed chemistry NO BITVH THEY DIDNT. LEO WAS 16 YEAR OLD TEENAGE BOY WITH NO ROMANTIC EXPERIENCE EVER. like tell me u have never ever thought u have a crush on someone of the opposite gender while spending time with them even if u probably didnt have a crush on them??? if u haven't thats fine BECAUSE I HAVE and its Normal very many people go thru that u see perosn of opposie gendrr u R FORCED !!!! TO SPEND TIME WITH OERSON OF OPP GENDRRZ and u think omg ...... do i .... Like? them. WHAT. and u probably dont ur js a loser (like i was , like leo was) who has never spent tiem with someone of tbe opposite gender (wa. raised in an extremely 'conservative' read: boys and girls cannot ever just be normal friends household also wen to all girls elementary and high school , leo was js a loser thsts my excuse for hmm) OKAY GET IT???? THEY DID NOT FALL IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER WHILE MAKING MECHANIC PARTS TOGETHER at least leo didnt AND I LOVE MY GIRL CALYSO AND I LOVE ADORE LEO BUT I FUCKING BET IF CALYPSO WASNT CURSED SHE WUD NOT LOOK TWICE AT LEO HE IS LITERALLY JS A LOSER GUY PATHETIC (ADORABLE AWESOME AMAZING FUNNY BUT SRSLY LITERALLY NAM ONE GIRL WHO TOOK HIM SERIOUSLY OUT OF ALL THE GIRLS WE SEE HIM INTERACTING WITJ IN THE SERIOES) anyway thanks for coming to MY ted talk its MINE dont get offended love yall stay safe muah muah

#hazel levesque #frank zhang #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #calypso #hoo #pjo hoo toa #rsoei

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oh-gh0st · 10 months

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um. hai......... publicly posting about them now (wow! be Quiet). ill give context under the cut (hope u guys like reading ^-^)

so its the first year that ghost is living in akatsuka and as per annual tradition the town hosts a festival to celebrate their shrine. choromatsu asked a week prior while hanging out with ghost on their library shift if they were going to go, but they told him they were still thinking about it. it was sort of obvious they weren't because they got annoyed whenever he asked. like they didn't even want the topic brung up… he was a little disappointed because he wanted to see them there, but they didn't seem like they were interested. afterall they had declined plans to hang out previously because they weren't that much of a social-lite. imagine his surprise when they said they would go! oh he was over the moon when he got home that day…. his brothers were quite pissed at him for subtly rubbing it in their faces, but they were also a bit jealous. ah well.

he was awestruck when finally met up with them outside their home. they had a muted, deep crimson yukata on with a very pale green obi tied around their waist. they looked amazing… he had a hard time keeping his eyes off of them the whole night when they walked around. obviously im not going elaborate, but you know what i mean…. coughing. anyways at the end of the night the town hosts a big fireworks celebration to honor the shrine. choromatsu asks ghost if they would like to join him and his family. theyre hesitant, but they do eventually agree. they decide to go back to the family a bit earlier than the other brothers, and this is where matsuyo gets intoduced properly to ghost. as a mom is, she's all over them, absolutely adoring how pretty they looked.

the rest of the siblings arrive, and theyre all teasing choro for bringing a "girl" over to the family blanket. after a bit more moments of teasing, ghost gets up and walks off, visibly annoyed. after scolding his brothers for teasing, he gets up and follows ghost, arriving at the top of the hill overseaing the rest of the families and people. it's a few moments right before the fireworks start. he asks them if theyre alright, and apologizes for his brother's behavior. theyre awfully quiet. theyre usually not this quiet….. hes starting to get a bit worried. 'are you okay…?' '… i need to tell you something.' they start.

choro doesnt say anything back initially because hes enamored with how they look. it helps that it was a clear night and that the moon was out, because the moonlight was hitting their face just right. they looked so cute, but they were blushing like mad. not even a scowl or an angry expression evident on their face…they were staring off to the side. the fireworks are getting prepared, matches lit to light the strings. ghost, in an instant, grabs choro's hands. their touch was warm but cold at the same time, bringing an oddly comforting chill to choromatsu. 'promise you wont laugh. or think it's stupid. please…' he looked down at them, their eyes flicking up to him through their lenses. '…i wont. i wouldnt ever do that, i promise.' he tightened his hands in theirs. the fireworks were about to go off any second now, as the crack of them lighting sounded throughout the area. families and people got ready, the anticipation boiling up to the brim in them.

ghost takes a breath, and stands up straight. they're looking dead at him, but their brows are furrowed upwards. they take a breath and start to speak. choro could feel how nervous they were, as a slight shudder was now noticeable in their hands. And as the first firework shot up into the sky, the ear-piercing sound ringing into everyones ears, ghost spoke. 'i love you, choromatsu matsuno.'

fireworks went off rapidly, loud booms looming throughout the sound of the night. but choro didn't pay attention to a single one of them. his eyes widened as he registered their words, his cheeks rising in heat tenfold. he just stared, too stunned to speak… no it had to be impossible. how could ghost love him if they hated his guts, beat him up whenever they got into an argument… scoffed at him with such a crimson face whenever he was right? but… he liked it. he liked them. liked them more than just a friend… more than just that. when he realized he had been staring for a while, he shook his head and stared at them. his mouth still hasn't closed. he stammered, but eventually found his footing. 'i… are you… you do?' 'yes. i do.' they replied through gritted teeth, looking away again. they were upset… did they think he hated the confession? but he didn't, that's the thing! so, knowing the one thing that wouldn't make them upset, he pulled them into a hug, pressing his cheek against their head. he leaned down to their ear, '…i love you too. i love you so much…' his voice was wavering. he was nervous. ghost stared ahead, now their turn to be stunned. as they processed his words, they playfully scoffed, slowly bringing their arms around his waist. they both stayed like that for a while. they might've missed the fireworks, but this was so much better.

#ghost's doodles #oso san posting #ghostoro #<- dont look at me. filtering purposes. scoffs #god FUCK FUCKING I HATE YOU PEKO FOR GETTING ME TO POST THIS. UURURHGGHGH #i was feeling self-indulgent last night. its one of the many scenarios in which either one of them confesses #ik i talked about a different scenario from the ask game about a week ago. that's prob the canon one..........#im going to throw myself off a bridge don't Look at me.#i need to draw ghost beating the shit out of him as a palette cleanser. i need to see him beat tf up #or ill draw atsutodo. we'll see.#fades out of existence

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dumbass-duo-showdown · 8 months

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Propaganda for Wayne & Raj

their biggest goal in life is to be pro hockey players together (they're been on the same hockey team since they were children) but if that doesn't pan out, they plan to become beekeepers together because "they both really like syrup." they are so clinically stupid. they think cabbages are fruit. one of them eats things in his sleep and hacks it up like a cat. one of them decided the best time to come out was while falling down the side of a mountain. they think action movies are real.

Two hockey jocks who are best friends. They are smart when it comes to hockey, but not much else. Examples: they think cabbage is a fruit and that syrup comes from bees.

these idiots i love them so much. in the first episode, they didnt know how voting someone OFF THE ISLAND worked when everyone else did. they voted for each other. they think bees make maple syrup. they get convinced that everything on tv is fake, leading them to believe THEYRE fake bc theyre on tv. wayne will apparently eat random shit in his sleep. raj immediately thinks of sports teams when certain animals are mentioned. they have so many double confessionals. theyre besties your honor

Quite literally silly himbo jocks. They fought a cassowary and lost. They voted for each other in an elimination game because they thought voting gave them safety. They sent a guy to a hospital during a tripping prank. Canonically refers to selves as "a hot dog type"

silly hockey bros

They think bees make syrup, enough said

Everytime they were on screen they shared only one braincell

They're both just iconic!!! Firstly these two are inseparable.They do everything together!!! There:s so many amazing scenes with them. Wayne is a suped supportive ally of Raj and Bowies relationship.

They are besties and they are equally so, so silly. What really takes the cake here is that they both genuinely believe that all television shows and movies are real, and when they find out they’re not, they say “At least we can still trust wrestling. :)” They’re hockey players but, if that doesn’t work out for a career, they said they wanted to be beekeepers because they both like syrup. They lost their fake hockey beards and Wayne’s immediate response was, “Maybe I ate them in my sleep!!” And when he starts trying to hack them up, Raj just says, “Wayne’s good at this. :)” During a challenge, Raj lands in a pit of tapioca pudding and instantly assumes it’s vomit, meanwhile Wayne lands on an angry bull and asks, “Why is this cow so mad?! :(“ Wayne calls a skull a “head bone,” Raj calls cabbages “leafy balls.” They’re so supportive of one another and they’re always looking out for each other.

They are both so silly and stupid and they are adorable must watch the season they are in.

“If we don’t go pro” “which is crazy! Cause we’re totally going pro.” “That’s right. But iiiiiiif we don’t? We both really love—“ “syrup.” “So we’re gonna become beekeepers!”

#propaganda masterpost #dumbass duo showdown #total drama #tdi wayne #tdi raj

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haveihitanerve · 3 months

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Shadow and Bone series things that i fucking ADORE but its literally only the crows-

Kaz handing jesper the money ONLY FOR COAL and being very aware that jesper is going to lose it all but trusting him with it nonetheless

Kazzle dazzle walking around holding a goat

Jesper and inej insulting kaz, insinuating that he cant drive the weird little buggy thing and the thing he focuses on is the fact that inej called him ‘jes?’

‘Its suli.for friendship.’ inej is not having it.’no its not!’

Kaz’s little talk with inej. Beautiful

The fact that kaz thinks of inej and jesper as his saints because no one else has looked after him, but they do

Jesper not giving two shits that ka could kill him and constantly insulting him. ‘See it enough in the mirror do you?’

Jesper and inej talking back to kaz without a care in the world and he doesn't do anything

Kaz letting mal and inej go up to deck without following, but cant wait two seconds after jesper leaves to follow. Bromance

Jesper being able to touch kaz’s arm/shoulder/him without his arm being removed(both from kaz and from his body)

Kaz’s look at jesper when he recommends starting a brewery

Inej and jesper chatting about inej leaving. ‘You're making this really hard’ ‘i know. Id miss me too.’

‘Heres what i don't get’ ‘we’re gonna be here all night’ ‘rude.’ kaz just letting his crows bicker

Kaz and inej drinking from the same glass at different times while jesper just watches like ‘my alcohol!’

Kaz shushing everyone

Kaz giving his bestie life advice. ‘Never make decisions out of fear jesper. Only spite.’ jesper then making him laugh, you know he wanted to and totally cracked up when jes left- ‘greed always worked for me.’

Jesper showing his guns when someone threatens kaz

Jesper and his guns

Jesper spinning his guns

Jesper

‘Its not natural for someone to be stupid as he is tall and yet, oop!, there you stand’

Kaz’s personas that severely fucked with my head

‘He threw a book at me!’ that book being shadow and bone and also kazs looks

‘Tell me you have a plan. I don't care if its a lie.’

Jesper listing the things they learned and winking at inej when he says ‘its the friends we make along the way’ and the way kaz almost smiles

Also how close he and jesper are almost always standing/sitting

When theyre laying on the ground together, legs behind them. It just looks so wonky and also like a teenager thing to do and it makes me giggle

‘Too soon to appreciate the irony amiright?’ okay i just know that the reason kaz drops his head is because hes trying not to explode with laughter.

Matthias and nina’s waffle conversation

‘Are you gonna help?” kaz just lifts cane. Jesper, without giving two fucks that this man is called the fucking bastard of the barrel, with snark and backtalk- ‘oh.well isn't that convenient for you’ i just love how he and inej are allowed to get away with talking to kaz like that okay? Its the little things

‘Hug the goat.shut the hell up’

Jesper wanting kaz to promise him an open casket, kaz merely saying that they are NOT dying

‘Still didn't shoot his pretty face. I've got to stop doing that.’ jesper, ma boi, please leave the snarky comments for a time when you are not about to die

‘No one will believe im that old!’ kaz’s look. I just know he had on a shit eating grin on the inside, payback for all the snarky comments jesper has made- ‘you tell yourself that’ inejs little grin

Kaz and jesper chatting while inej casually leaves and then holds mal at gunpoint

The way jes whips out his guns when inej appears with mal and both guys jump in surprise while shes just like, ‘oh you guys didn't notice he was here?’

Kaz casually recruiting mal without asking mal himself

‘Have you found religion too?” but doesn't contradict him

Kazs smile when he forces jesper to cover him when sneaking into the dime lion of whatever

‘Jesper!’ when jesper asks for a blow up dude. His voice sounds like a tired dad

The way jesper jumps when inej appears behind him

Inej killing someone for kaz without hesitation

The way kaz waits with her, to tell her she saved his life, wasting precious seconds of escape, because while he might not understand her unwillingness to kill, he knows its hard for her and has enough compassion to offer her a few seconds of assurance

Inejs face when kaz accidentally reveals how much he sacrificed to get her free of Heleen

How jesper says ‘kaz might just kill heleen himself if you tell him that story’ about why inej knows how to sew herself up

Jesper and kaz getting excited about a heist

The smile kaz gives jesper when he informs him about the heist

‘Just ask’ kaz finally asks and jesper doesn't answer

‘Is it my size?’ ‘you have to ask?” ahhhh😭 ‘remember the last time this happened? You got me a mens.’ ‘it worked didn't it?’ 😭 like an old married couple

Inej telling kaz to be careful before they split up and he gets chased by the inferni

“And uh” looks jesper up and down. ‘Yeah hes gonna need it.’ “a goat.” jespers face

‘Boss’

Jespers goodbye to milo

#six of crows #ive only just finished season 1 #so this is not everything #also its very out of order of the events actually happening #thats my bad but i wrote it how i remembered it #kaz and jespers bromance is my everything #platonic soulmates

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k1rameki · 6 months

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i think i need to expand on my losergirl ayana agenda bc lord have i become hyperfixated (buckle up bc i have gone absolutely insane over this) (this might also end up becoming a hc dump uh oh) (also bear in mind thanks to all the recent art ive been seeing of her ive been on a real ayana kick when it comes to ships n shit so yeah some hcs with the other characters imma mention can be interpreted romantically too teehee) (and also!!! more general ayana hcs too :333 i have a cavity in mein cranium that can only be filled with soft ayana content)

also quick emoji keys for dialogue i may add for this ^_^

🎸 - aldryx

🩻 - tabi

🔻- ayana

🎧 - dalia

📼 - agoti

some of the many reasons i believe ayana is an absolute girlfailure is her complete and utter failure in her previous relationship/s (I SAY THIS BC SHE PROBABLY HAS BEEN IN A FEW THAT HAVENT WORKED OUT LONG BEFORE SHE MET BOYFRIEND,, also shes just awkward as hell but thats a story for anotha time)

NOT ONLY THAT BUT HELLO??? she appears so calm and collected whenever shes engaging in simple conversation but internally shes freaking out and she has no idea where anything is gonna end up going and often times she can and she WILL let stupid things slip out of her mouth and immediately she regrets it

and let me tell you this she gets more and more pathetic and losery around dalia,, this woman is in LOVE (hence that stupid doodle i made where aya's just freaking out over the slightest bit of affection given to her) (looks like she might have abandonment issues sorry what)

IN FACT. GIVING PHYSICAL AFFECTION TO EVERYONE. SHES ALL FOR THAT SHIT,, hugs, kisses, stroking hair, you name it, this girl is a massive cuddlebug you cant convince me otherwise

i mentioned my pastry chef ayana hc in passing but i'm gonna fully expand on that now: SO. also aya family hcs bc people should talk ab that but ayana's dad is a chef (no specific speciality, but he does make a lot of baked goods) and growing up she would often mirror what he does and that eventually led to her practicing and honing her skills! :D (she also studies culinary arts at college teehee) ALSO!!! she brings all sorts of baked goods she makes over for all her favourite people to enjoy constantly whether that be cookies, pastries, cakes, all of that yummy stuff

despite being an absolute loser girlfail idiot she can jam on the bass like its no tomorrow. IM TALKING ABOUT SLAP, FINGERPICKING, YOU NAME IT, SHE CAN DO IT ‼️‼️ here's an example of the bass playing style i had in mind for her, very energetic and fluid heuehehehehehe

SPEAKING OF (and this ties in a little with my band au) and whenever she drops an epic bassline everyone just stops and stares at her totally being in the zone

🔻: –casually having the time of her life playing a bassline like theres no tomorrow–

🎸: "yo holy crap aya where has this energy been this entire time"

🔻: "huh what do you mean"

HAIR EXTENSIONS!!! ive talked about this on discord before but ayana with naturally shorter hair so she wears hair extensions! (also bc gender euphoria but shhhh)

i also believe that aldryx and tabi had zero idea that she wore them and just believed her hair was naturally long. this is how their conversation went trust;

🔻: " hey guys ^_^"

🩻: ".....did you cut your hair?"

🔻: "no? my hair has always been short"

🎸: "IT HAS??!!??!!??! 😨 I THOUGHT YOUR HAIR WAS JUST REALLY LONG"

🩻: "ME TOO— jesus christ my life is a lie"

🔻: "theyre hair extensions not the holy grail calm down 😭😭😭"

AND NOW THAT WE'RE TALKING ABOUT AYANA INTERACTING WITH THE OTHERS, LET ME INTRODUCE YOU TO MY AGOTI/AYA DUO HC BC HELLO romantic or platonic these two are fucking adorable, the loserboy + losergirl pairing ever frfr (also bc i hc that theyre really close in age bc iirc ayana's birthday is january 28th so that would make her around 3-4 months younger than agoti to me at least teehee)

those two gossip about anything and everything and every single night they do each other's hair n spend time doing full fledged spa routines while talking shit about anyone and everyone bc theyre high maintenance as hell and take pride in their combined collection of bazillions of good smelling bodywashes and shampoos

🔻: "oh my god, goti i cant believe i forgot to tell you about some crazy interaction i had with someone earlier today i swear its driving me crazy"

📼: "BITCH AND YOU DIDNT TELL ME SOONER? YOU'D BETTER START FROM THE BEGINNING I NEED DETAILS IN FULL"

🔻: "OKOK SO WHAT HAPPENED WAS—"

also she works as a seamstress in her spare time when she's not doing music or baking ^_^ she often uses her expertise to create some outfits (with the help of sketches done by either tabi or agoti) and often has trouble finding someone to be her muse so she often gets dalia to help

she takes this VERY seriously by the way if she hears a singular complaint she will go insane

🎧: "how long is this gonna take 😔😔 my arms are getting sore babe i cant stand like this for much longer"

🔻: "dee i love you but i swear to god if you say that one more time i'm going to stab you with this needle until your arm is red and swollen BE PATIENT PLEASE IM BEGGING YOU 😭😭😭"

🎧: "😀😀😀😀😀 youre gonna WHAT"

also. shes got a BIG sweet tooth — she and tabi bond over sweets and trying all sorts of new things together, especially chocolatey things bc theyre both obsessed with chocolate anything

🩻: "aya i went to the store and i found this wafer cake thing and i thought you and i should try it"

🔻: "TABI THAT LOOKS DELICIOUS OMG go grab two spoons right now you and i are eating all of this right now"

🩻: "OKAY SURE :] i can already tell this is gonna taste good"

also sometimes she forgets to eat proper meals and will consistently only have sweets and snacks all day until someone calls her out on it, shes very forgetful, oopsies!

#this is what nearly three years of hyperfixating on ayana does to a person #anyways!!!! aya my beloved #I HAVE WAY MORE THAT I COULD PUT HERE BUT THIS MAY END UP BEING AN ENTIRELY SEPARATE POST #also yes i am capitalising on the fact that ayana is so shippable w anyone especially w the four i mentioned in this post #this girl is in LOVE #also people should draw more short hair ayana i will happily eat that shit up #like pleasepleaseplease i need to see short hair ayana drawings #anyways yawl can already guess that i am ayana's biggest fan and her unofficial ceo so...... what i say is instantly right/j #fnf ayana #fnf tabi #fnf agoti #fnf aldryx #fnf dalia #my art #digital artwork #headcanons #fnf headcanons

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