#hotboxed fanfiction

[fuckingstrange]

Sweeter than a lolli

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WARNINGS: SMUT - NSFW, Sub!Spencer Reid, handjob, minor praise kink(?), Spencer is such a sweetheart and NOBODY PRAISES HIM FOR IT, Somewhat Soft!Dom reader?, Cumming early-ish, Reid cums on his shirt, s.r. x m!r

WORDS: 662

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a/n - IS IT WEIRD I CALL THOSE LOLLI'S?? I KEEP GETTING CALLED BRITISH OR SMT.

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Reid's hands grasp at the side of your head, pulling you into a deeper kiss as you unbuckle his belt and manage to tug his pants down while he remains seated on the couch with you kneeling over him. He whimpers into your mouth when your fingers wrap around his cock, stroking at a slow, teasing pace.

You might be trying to tease Reid, but the slow pace is all he seems to need right now as whine after whine falls from his lips and drowns in the deep kiss. Your hand comes up to caress his cheek, feeling the skin heat up whenever he accidentally thrusts into your hand.

“Babe, please..” Reid pleads oh so sweetly, not even having to really ask before you're understanding, and giving him, what he wants. You adjust your grip on him, letting your thumb slide up to brush over the head of his cock while you continue to slowly pump. The gasp he gives you in return is rewarding enough, watching his head knock back from the pleasure makes you bite your lip.

Your free hand slowly moves to support his head, holding onto the back of it as you speed up the movement of your hand. You know he's yearned for your touch since he was taken out on a nearly two-week long case, so you plan on giving him everything he asks for, not letting him lift a finger.

Reid whimpers in an almost pathetic manner, but you can't help but find it adorable. He lifts his head to press his lips against yours again, the feeling of his tounge brushing along yours making his heart flutter. He starts moving his hips in time with your strokes, moaning in a boyishly needy way. His hands move to your shoulders, slender fingers ever so gently digging into your skin, making sure not to hurt you while needing something to hang on to.

“You're so sweet, Spencer.. Being so sweet..” You praise, words a bit muffled against his lips while you gently squeeze his cock when it twitches in your hand. You can feel the amount of pre that's been rubbed over his tip from your never-ending circular motions on it, your thumb gliding that much easier to spread more as it runs in a nearly steady stream from him. Reid’s cheeks heat up more at the praise, cherry red dusted over his face and the tips of his ears.

He pulls back from the kiss to bury his head into the crook of your neck, whining “I-I think I'm gonna- gonna cum,” in a softer tone than the other noises that's spilled from his lips. You've been with him long enough to understand he definitely is close just from the difference in his tone.

You respond by speeding up the pace of your hand, your thumb now swiping back and forth over his slit. He gasps and begins to writhe beneath you, body shaking and hips thrusting up to meet your hand while strings of curses slip from him. With how long he went without your touch, or even his own, it's not that much later that his orgasm washes over him.

Reid presses his face into the crook of your neck as his hips still, fingers curling into the fabric of your shirt while he ruins his own with the mess of his own cum. You can hear him choke on his own tears, your free hand moving to start caressing the back of his neck while you gently work him through the high.

“There you go, sweetheart..” You murmur in his ear once he starts to untense, cock beginning to soften in your hand before you let go. You know you should get him into the shower, or at least get a rag to clean him, but he seems so tired from the week that you decide to strip him of his dirtied shirt and let him lie down on the couch.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x male reader #x male reader #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid smut #hotboxed fanfiction

[hot-pota-toes]

Morning Cuddles

Eddie Munson x gn!reader 

Summary: You have to get up for work in the morning but it's a little difficult with your boyfriend's arms wrapped tightly around you.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: weed is mentioned once, a lot of fluff

A/N: This is my first fanfiction ever! I've had this idea sitting comfortably in my brain for what feels like a whole year, so I finally said screw it and wrote it down, and now I’m posting it. This takes place before the events of season four or maybe just in a completely different universe where everyone is alive and happy :)) Hope you enjoy it!!

You gently drifted awake to the warm early morning sunlight spilling into the bedroom through cheap curtains. As your surroundings became more clear. The week old clothes scattered along the floor. The posters and random doodles that covered every inch of the bedroom walls. You were reminded that you're not in your own apartment, but in your boyfriend's trailer and bed. The boy still sound asleep next to you.

Your head tucked gently into his chest as his chin rested upon your own head. His long arms were wrapped around you, similar to a child squeezing their favorite teddy bear. Your legs intertwined, holding you as closely as he possibly could. You felt warm and protected being pressed into his chest, listening to his gentle snores.

When he held you like this, it somehow made his twin size bed feel so much bigger. Unfortunately, the realization came that you would soon have to leave the comfort of your boyfriend's arms. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes before Eddie's alarm clock would go off (you had thankfully remembered to set it up last night before falling asleep), signaling the start of another grueling day at a job you didn’t care for.

Not wanting to disturb your peaceful surroundings, you stifled a groan, and instead let out a long, soft sigh as you turned over to rub the sleep from your eyes, as gracefully and with as few movements as possible, so as not to wake the warm safety that lay next to you.

You and Eddie had known each other your entire lives growing up together, from climbing trees in the woods and playing pretend when you were children, to weekly movie nights in middle school, to hotboxing his van the first night he got the keys. But it wasn't until high school when Eddie had told you he’d had feelings for you his entire life. Not being able to imagine a life without Eddie, you agreed to go out with him only to realize just how much you loved him too. Time you weren’t spending with him was time you spent thinking about him, and when he was around, you felt free.

You felt like you didn’t have to hide yourself, watch your every move, stringently guard yourself for fear of others ruining the things you had built within your castle walls. You were a private person, years of fortification having constructed barriers of the hardest stone, and Eddie somehow had found the key to the door of your castle. Maybe it was the way his deep brown eyes looked at you, not just looking, but seeing. Maybe it was the way he smiled, the light in his face brightening the entire room. Maybe it was the way he touched you, gently and respectfully, the warm skin of his hands making everything inside you melt.

He stirred, not yet fully awake, but adjusting to this new position. One arm hugged your waist while the other was tucked under your head, serving as a pillow where you had foregone yours. He nuzzled the top of your head. His eyes still closed.

This started out as a rare occurrence when you would spend the night. It happened one night, after you had spent the day together, and when the time had come for you to separate, you didn’t want to drive back to your apartment alone, nor did he want to leave you. The pure desire to be close to one another intoxicated the both of you, and you spent the night tangled in the sheets, wanting nothing more than for that moment to never end.

You buried your face in his chest, letting the smell of his detergent mixed with his deodorant fill your nose, the scent so comforting that you began to drift back to sleep.

And then the alarm clock went off.

You both took a deep breath, stirring awake. You reached behind Eddie towards the clock on the nightstand, but your movement was restricted by the two long arms that were still wrapped around you. The more you moved away, the more he latched onto you, burying his face in the space between your neck and your shoulder.

“Edd–“ you started. You didn’t really know how you were going to finish that statement, but you knew he was the obstacle between you and stopping the blaring sound yelling at you from just slightly too far away.

He mumbled a low groan into your skin, and you felt the vibration, tempting you to stay.

“Eddie please.”

He groaned again, slightly louder and assuredly more distressed than before, now wrapping his legs around you, pulling you tighter. You couldn’t help but let out a soft giggle as you made gentle attempts to free yourself, his hands going back to you and arms holding you tighter the more you tried to escape.

“I need to get up.” You pleaded.

“No you don’t.” He slurred in a tired response, his voice rough with sleep.

After more struggling, you finally managed to free yourself just enough to reach the alarm clock with your right hand stretched as far out as it would go, the top half of your body twisting uncomfortably away from your captor. Grabbing hold of the clock, you haphazardly grabbed the whole clock so that you could bring the device closer, locating the alarm’s off button. Its red numbers are no longer flashing.

You gently placed the clock back to its place on the nightstand and returned your body to its natural position, still being tightly bound by lanky limbs that had no intention of letting go. You decided to try a different approach.

Having wrenched yourself upward in your escape attempts, his face was now in your chest, his brown curls tickling your nose. You began petting his hair down, creating a spot to place a soft kiss.

“Eds, baby…” you murmured into his hair.

He didn’t reply. You continued petting and kissed again.

“I have to go to work.”

Still no reply.

“Not all of us get weekends off cause they're still in high school” Part of you was jealous. Okay, a lot of you was jealous. Eddie and you were supposed to graduate together, but that didn't end up happening with him being held back. Twice.

He sleepily breathed out a laugh. “You could just quit.”

You laughed in response, once again leaning away, trying once more to release yourself from his grasp. This time, he relented slightly enough so that you could sit up, but as you did so, his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling himself to your hips and weighing you down.

“Eddie,” you groaned in mock frustration as you put your hand on his back, trying to rub him awake, “You know damn well how badly I want to stay here with you…”

He murmured an affirmation, as well as what might have been words if they hadn’t been so muffled.

“…But I really do need to get up.”

Not moving, he repeated the same low whine from before.

“It’s only going to be a few hours,” you bargained.

He snorted. “Yeah, like, nine of them.“

You rolled your eyes. Not wanting to spend the whole day in your place of work either, but knowing that you had to. “Yeah. Like I said. A few.” You both chuckled. “It’s not gonna be forever. I’ll come back here after work…”

You lifted his arm, which was heavy as he had no intention of helping you move it, and placed it to the side, sliding out of his other one. As you moved to a kneeling position and looked down at him, his eyes were half-open, meeting yours, practically reaching out for you. You leaned forward and kissed him on his temple, caressing the side of his face. “…And then we can pick up right where we left off.”

#eddie #eddie munson #eddie munson fandom #eddie munson fanfic #eddie x reader #eddie x y/n #fanfic #stranger things #stranger things s4 #fiction #eddie x you #edddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fluff #one shot #fanfiction #first fic #eddie munson smut #steddie #stranger things self insert #male reader #fem reader #gn reader #stranger things fanfiction #eddie x reader fluff

[dunderbread]

a long, long time ago i wrote a short fanfiction in which the members of the who worked at... i think kfc? maybe mcdonalds? and all this talk is kinda reminding me of that

oh I fucking love fast food worker AUs ive talked about it with @amputist before. we decided The Who would work at Waffle House cuz its the perfect parallel to their insanity. Pete the long suffering waiter. Daltrey who acts like he's the manager (he's not but he's the only one who has his shit together). Keith and entwistle the "line cooks" who do fuck all except hotbox the kitchen until its time to make a waffle. its a wonder food ever gets served.

#you ask i answer #mick jagger walks in and Keith starts making kissy noises like peeeeeete your crush is here and Pete's like shut the fuck up #the who

[wilsonfanboy]

Catholic school was the most ridiculous experience I've ever lived through. the male lead for a play got expelled two weeks to show week for hotboxing before rehearsal. We had a radio that they would blast "thousand miles" at lunch Every Single Day. People had brought their dogs into school before. I was in the concession line at one point and watched an exchange student pull out a fucking real 100 dollar bill out of his wallet like nothing. There was a drug dealer/sound cloud rapper named Blaze that rode our bus. I was wiring gay kpop fanfiction in my catholic theology class.

-monboyfs-seesaw

DUDE I WISH MY SCHOOL WAS THAT INTERESTING ALL THAT HAPPENS HERE IS A BUNCH OF DRUG USAGE AND KIDS SAYING THAT A CERTAIN PERSON WHO I DO NOT WANT TO SAY THE NAME OF WAS RIGHT AND THIS ONE TIME THEY PLAYED BEATLES SONGS OVER THE SPEAKERS WHICH WAS PRETTY COOL BUT NOW THEYRE PLAYING CHRISTMAS SONGS

ALSO THIS ONE TIME IN 6TH GRADE THEY PUT US IN A ROOM AND ONE OF THE TEACHERS SAID “NONE OF YOU SAW WHAT HAPPENED IN THAT ROOM SO DONT TALK ABOUT IT” AND NO ONE KNEW WHAT SHE WAS TALKING ABOUT AND TO THIS DAY I STILL DONT KNOW

#just catholic school things

[residentdormouse]

About (me) This Blog

Hey, I'm Mouse! 👋 I'm a 30-something old millennial, just living on Tumblr for a fun escape from the daily bullshit. This had been solely Stand FanFiction before, but since it's bound to expand to different fandoms here soon, I figured my intro should adjust accordingly.

I am but a humble fanfic writing, doodle drawing, nonsense producing Tumblrite. I mean, we're all here for fun right? Right?? Well, I am, so I'mma do it anyways. Embrace the cringe. Or is it cringe is dead? Meh, same concept... Some of my stuff has smut (smut lite, if we're being honest), so 18+ and all that jazz - heed warnings, etc. But smut aside, there's bound to be lots of smoking and swearing and violence; that's pretty unavoidable.

If you're just here to talk about fandoms, writing, art, Blorbos, music, anything truly, I'm pretty open for conversation. Just drop an ask or a DM. I don't bite, promise. I'm here for community, 100%.

(I'm on discord too - ResidentDormouse)

FanFiction Masterlist:

The Stand (2020)

Jumping to Wonderland - Main Post w. Links

This page contains everything I have for this OC insert series: artwork, asks, backstories that never made it to AO3, chapter summaries, as well as the links to the stories themselves. Basically all the things you'd see on Blu-ray/DVD features, cause that's still a thing, right?

Supply Run (and other Stand One Shots)

A series of single serving One-Shot stories before/during/after canon. Canon compliant.

Stranger Things:

Even in Death

A Short Drabble post Season 4, using the prompt "Did you think they could protect you", a ghost, and Eddie Munson.

Original Works:

Close to the Vale: WIP

Intro post to an original story I'm starting. This is a full collection of links, character backgrounds, and other information as it's released. Updating on AO3 as I go. Come and hold me accountable for writing on time.

Random Drabbles/Flash Fiction:

Dream Shop Prompt, Sidekick Prompt, Dark Chatroom Prompt, Song Prompt (1)

Other Non-Stand/Wonderland Art:

Hotboxing in My Teapot

Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down Sketch

Tyler and Esme Sketch

Party Castiel (Caught in the Crossroads Sketch)

Mercury in Gatorade

I also reblog shit posts. A lot. And I reblog other's stories, because that what we do here, yeah? Community. Should anything not be your jam, here's my typical tags to block:

#Mouse's Friend's OCs #Mouse's Friend's Stories #Mouse's Friend's Art #Mouse is back on her Nonsense #Mouse's Tag Games & Reblogs

That said -- Welcome! -- Always feel free to say 'Hi!'

#Back on My Nonsense #Pinned Post #Intro to My Blog

[imdoingaokay]

Fallout 4 companions as Youtubers

A/N: Personally, I think the only ones that would actually make a channel and post to it would be Deacon and Hancock, so I guess this is sort of OOC, but hey, why not?

Cait

Self defense youtuber, not like the ones everyone makes fun of, she actually gives solid advice.

Ends up running a dojo or something, makes a lot of videos inside it.

Her merch is all self-defense related, ranging from knuckles to some cute accessories that she made (with Sole, of course). Her items are expensive, but they are totally worth every penny.

She ends up opening up about her drug use later on, once she grows a following, but telling people about it isn’t a separate video. Like she says “yeah I used to do drugs a lot” and then proceeds to drop kick a training dummy or her sparring partner. 

Weirdly enough, it ends up being memed quite often. People take screenshots from her videos and they end up exploding. She never really discusses it nor capitalizes on it, but she does once mention how stupid she thinks they are when someone asks.

Curie

ASMR youtuber. No, I will not be taking questions.

Totally, 100% has the voice for it.

She starts off with low quality videos of her messing around, but she likes the tingles ASMR gives her so she keeps doing it.

Ends up growing her channel and gets new equipment, her production value skyrockets.

Green screen? We don’t know her. Curie makes sets, and they’re always beautiful. (Think Latte ASMR)

People lowkey get caught off guard when she does her “Medical Examination” ASMR video and she’s like… really educated? Then she kinda just drops the fact that she’s basically a doctor??? 

No merch or a patreon. She never shows her face too, nor does she do collabs. She just drops a bomb video and dips.

Danse

Initially starts out with some really cool metalworking/restoration videos. Like, he cleans old objects of rust and then restores it to its “former glory”

Has a very small following while he keeps uploading, and his uploads are few and far between. His editing sucks too, but he learns as he goes along.

Eventually drops a video or community post describing the fact that his entire life has changed and he’s thrown in for a loop. Shows his face in the video for the first time and it BLOWS UP.

He ends up moving out to a more rural area and definitely becomes a cowboy. Makes videos in his free time when he’s restoring old items or taking care of the animals on the farm (because of course he does)

Deacon

COMMENTARY CHANNEL

He makes REALLY funny videos.

Like, the rewatch value of each of them is phenomenal. 

He edits really well, and has a very loyal following that he names the “Dust Bunnies” for no reason, just cuz he wants to.

Most popular videos are the ones that, out of context, make NO SENSE.

Goes on rants often. Like, hardcore rants over something stupid, but he still makes the video funny. 

Has a series of him playing bad mobile games and rating them

Gage

You know that guy that shows up on a lot of videos, makes a comment that’s pretty funny, and then dips?

That’s Gage.

Don’t get me wrong, he has 0 videos.

He just comments.

And everyone comes to expect him on videos.

Nobody knows who he is behind the screen. And Gage doesn’t want anyone to know.

Channel name is probably “Steve” or something.

Hancock

Also a commentary YouTube channel.

Does a hotbox once or twice with Fahrenheit, it’s really funny.

Absolute ally. Drinks his respect women/LGBTQ+ juice EVERY DAY.

Has said more than once “Of the Trans, for the Trans” when he streams

Did I mention he streams?

He streams. All the time.

His Twitch Channel is really funny, actually.

Ends up doing a collaboration with Deacon, and everyone freaks out. Think Danny Gonzalez and Drew Gooden.

They end up making a podcast together, it’s called “Two Dumbasses Talk” and it’s really popular.

They do make a video where they read fanfiction of each other.

MacCready

GAMING CHANNEL

Absolute KING of almost every video game, but he excels at shooters.

Refuses to play Fortnite because he doesn’t want to engage with a younger audience. Even though his videos are fairly clean

Streams rather than records and edits videos, which leads to some really funny encounters.

Once Duncan walked in while he was streaming because he was thirsty.

10/10 dad stopped playing and got his son a drink. 

After gaining a shit ton of money and ends up living in his dream house with his family, he does a lot of charity streams. Most of them are geared towards helping children. He has a soft spot for childhood cancer since his son nearly died.

Nick Valentine

You guys see those “Lawyer Reacts” videos? That’s Nick. Except he’s a “Detective Reacts” instead. 

Wholesome Old Man.

His videos are few and far between, and normally he reacts to whatever someone sends him. Tells people about shit he’s seen in life, and rates the accuracy of shows and movies.

His most popular series is him going through crime shows like Law and Order, NCIS, etc.

Wholesome Old Man becomes Annoyed Old Man.

“Why the hell aren’t they wearing gloves?” Becomes his catchphrase, that and “What the-” In the most frustrated/incredulous voice.

Old Longfellow

Fishing channel.

Old man chilling on a boat, catching fish.

ALL OF HIS VIDEOS ARE EDITED THROUGH IMOVIE.

Wholesome Old Man 2.0 (sort of)

Has some videos of him just sitting down and drinking, chatting about random shit.

Gets popular for how much of a grandpa he is.

Like, seriously. People ask him to make a video where he says “I’m proud of you”

AND HE DOES IT. Albeit, he’s confused, but why not? A couple shots of whiskey, and he’s good to go.

Piper

Becomes her own news channel. Kind of like All Gas, No Brakes… not as funny though.

Every crazy thing that has happened around the country, she was there. Interviewing people. Cult meeting? She’s there. Major death of a celebrity? She’s there. Raiding of Area 51? She’s there.

She ends up becoming more political as current events get a bit more serious. 

Ends up getting a pretty good following who support her on patreon.

Probably starts a podcast.

Preston

His videos are weird. Like, they aren’t for an audience, they’re for him.

A lot of them are short, vertically filmed videos of him outside in nature and experiencing life.

His most popular video is one where he lowkey becomes a Disney princess and pets a baby deer.

X6-88

He doesn’t have one.

Sorry.

#fallout #fallout 4 #cait #cait fallout 4 #fallout 4 curie #curie fallout 4 #deacon #deacon fallout 4 #danse #paladin danse #nick valentine #fallout 4 companions #preston garvey #x6-88 #piper wright #old longfellow #maccready #hancock #john hancock #porter gage #fo4 gage #fo4 companions #fo4 nick valentine #fo4

[sapphicsaro]

24, 14, and 6 for the writing asks!!

6. What character do I have the most fun writing?

oh man this is a toughhhhhh one. i think my favorite thing i’ve gotten to write is olivia on the edible because we never get to see her just unhinged (literally every other fic i write is just so introspective bc she’s such a thiiiiiinker)

but overall character? it depends. i absolutely love writing flirty elliot, like xmas episode style bc that man is a frat boy who just really wants to makeout with olivia

olivia is great to write when im having a day because i feel similar to her character (or at least my version of her) so i get to spend the day processing her thoughts and it’s kind of cathartic

currently have a WIP thats a loooooong oneshot about noah and he’s fun to write as a lil sweetie

ig what i’m saying is each fic i have a diff fave to focus on depending on the story? if it’s happy, then it’s usually elliot bc i like him being all touchy and lovey towards olivia — if it’s angsty, i love me some olivia has to think about this and her “do i love elliot idk if i’m ready for this but he looks at me like that and i just wish he’d talk to me” phases.

guess i have no faves lmfao

14. At what point in writing do you come up with a title?

oooooohhhh boy. right as i’m about to publish, and sometimes it’s the reason i don’t post right away lol

35 steps, a delectable disaster, trapped in an elevator, at her door, come home with me, three strikes, damaging the sun, here at the park… all popped in my head before clicking post! i don’t really have a method, just try to pick out something important in the fic that is the overall takeaway or theme

so 35 steps was a callout to the quote “35. It would take 35 steps for him to be in his (he likes to call it their) bedroom, open up the drawer where he kept all his gym clothes, find the red shirt that was torn, unravel it, and reveal the hidden ring he knew she did not want (yet).”

but something like “delectable disaster” is just fun because olivia is a flirty, but mess high lol

come home with me was SO hard to name for no reason (it was almost named clementine? but that’s being used for a oneshot i’m writing now!) — in my google docs it was called “kissy kissy” and trapped in an elevator was called “mom and dad hotbox their hearts rip”

so moral of the story, i just use a goofy name, write it until i know exactly what i want the reader to feel or remember about it, then try my best to make it fun lol

24. Would you say your writing has changed over time?

YUPPPPPPP. gd every single fic i change. that’s why fanfic is here! (well for some people)

it’s a great avenue for me to learn my voice and play around. fuck, i’m a script writer so the dialogue only ones are my faves but they’re hard fics to be read by people bc it’s such a different format. i literally think in forms of acting, so when it gets to narrative i legit have to write something, sit on it, reread it, fix it, and keep changing it until the picture in my head is painted in the words i feel the action as.

its fucking hard ngl. some people have this beautiful ability to describe things but it takes me time. i’m a visual person. i wish i could hook up a wire to my brain to depict things sometimes, bc i’ve legit had to act out the scene in my room to figure out how tf two people hold each other and a baseball bat lol

i love writing fanfiction, and i hope my writing gets stronger with each new fic. i never would say i was a bad writer, but i think everyone can improve!!

also not to get preachy, but im in a slump rn with writing and i need to hear this — write what’s ready to write and the rest will follow!! just get it down and you can play with it when you’re ready to!!

ask me anything (i have four WIPs and idk what to do with em lol)

#law and order svu #olivia benson #law and order special victims unit #elliot stabler #bensler #law and order organized crime #mariska hargitay #eo #chris meloni #law and order oc #fanfiction #ask me anything #ama #writing

[kenjis-international-harvester]

High School Headcanons (Pt. 1)

Hi guys! I got an ask not too long ago about headcanons for the BSD characters in high school, but I enjoyed the idea so much, I decided to turn it into parts!!! (This is also because I dislike making super long posts. Sorry!)

And yes, these will all be based on real experiences and are meant to be slightly dramatic.

Steinbeck:

~He was absolutely a trumpet player in band. Yes, he did make it to All State and is still proud of that fact.

~He had a girlfriend from the orchestra who played cello. They were both distressed by the constant tension between the orchestra and the band, both always hoping it would end so they could be happily together.

~One time people from another school insulted the orchestra. He started a fight with their band at the next football game to “defend his girlfriend’s honor.”

~He was 100% a skater who tried to do ollies in the Braum’s (a delicacy where he’s from) parking lot while his theater friends were hotboxing it in their car.

Tachihara:

~Would get detention for ridiculous things, like the one time he petitioned to have better library hours and the principal caught it with over two hundred signatures already.

~In rebellion for the library petition detention, he tried to sell the principal’s car on Craigslist. The principal got many calls for his 1998 Toyota Corolla.

~Complained about socratic seminars in the parking lot during his lunch period.

~Always asked the teacher if class can be outside. Drew in a notebook when the answer was no because he got bored.

Lucy:

~Was the president of the yearbook club. Mostly, she took pictures of the cheerleading squad because she secretly wanted to be one of them.

~She loved the psychology professor that kept having students run “experiments” on each other. Was it ethical? No, but she bonded to this teacher before understanding how bad he was.

~Lucy was (still is) an absolute anime nerd in high school and hid it from everyone. She shouldn’t have hid it.

~Ran fanfiction blogs on the side to earn extra money.

Tanizaki:

~A strong GSA “ally” because Yosano was the president and they were friends. He came out as bi in college.

~Got coffee every morning for his biology teacher to bribe his way to a passing grade in the class.

~Went to every football game to support Naomi since she was a cheerleader. He brought snacks too since games ended late and she gets grumpy when hungry.

~He somehow ended up having friends in most cliques and traveled between groups with ease.

#bsd headcanons #bsd #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs headcanons #bsd high school headcanons

[aforrestofstuff]

I’ve been looking at your posts for a while now and I love your Headcanons so much! I only made an acc today just to thank you for making these! Also I’ve also seen your A03 acc and read your fanfics there and I think you’re a great writer! I wrote a huge comment on one of your stories just rambling about how much I like your tumblr and works but I don’t think it sent cause I don’t have an A03 :( today I’m 15 and I was wondering if you’d make Headcanons for how you think S Class heroes would celebrate their birthdays (if that’s alright of course I don’t wanna make you do anything you don’t wanna) and also just a question, why don’t you do PPP headcanons at all? He’s an S Class Hero and I think he’s the only hero you skip out on. Other then that, keep making these headcanons cause they are great and inspire me for my own OPM crack storie book I created (Random One Punch Man Crack Fanfictions on Wattpad i only wrote one story there and only said it if you’re interested)

Thank you thank you thank you so much. I’ve already sent you a dm but I just wanted to say it again because I’m literally vibrating with happiness. Happy birthday <3.

Birthday Headcanons:

Terrible Tornado: Sticks a candle in a store-bought cupcake and calls it a day. She’ll go get her nails and hair done, buy herself a new dress, and just spend the entire time relaxing. Fubuki used to throw her parties when they were kids but she doesn’t really expect that from her anymore.

Silverfang: His disciples used to get together and throw him a surprise party every year. However, ever since the Garou Incident, Charanko will take it upon himself to fill the void somewhat and scrape together enough money to buy a cake (or the ingredients to make one) and a small gift. Silverfang can go both ways: he likes people but he can also be quiet and reflective. So, he has a great time regardless of whether or not he has a party and spends the day enjoying nature, meditating, and being thankful for living as long as he has.

Atomic Samurai: He’s not antisocial by any stretch of the word but he prefers to celebrate this day only with those closest to him. He and his disciples do something new every year and it’s always grounded and casual. Sometimes they’ll all go out to drink, sometimes Okama and Iaian will prepare a feast, sometimes they’ll have lighthearted competitions on who’s the best swordsmaster (with weird contests like who can balance their sheaths on their head the longest and who can catch the hilt of their blade after doing a backflip 3 consecutive times). Good times all around. However, if someone mentions Atomic Samurai’s age, he will sass them to oblivion.

Child Emperor: He doesn’t really plan to do anything out of the ordinary. It’s mostly just business as usual on his birthday. But after meeting Zombieman, however, he practically gets dragged out of the lab and into something special each year. Whether it’s a horror movie marathon, a late-night drive to catch a glittering view of the city, or just chilling and stuffing themselves on sweets, it makes Zombieman a little sad to see wasted youth knowing his life (and age) is as fucked up as it is so he tries to make the kid have at least a little fun the best he can. Child Emperor always has a great time and he now sees the importance of valuing youth and no longer shows shame in pausing his work and enjoying himself every once and a while.

Metal Knight: When he wakes up on his birthday, his alarm clock plays a little tune. That’s about it. He sees no real importance behind age or youth or seniority because as long as he’s at his height of intellect, nothing else matters. Gotta build them robots. It’s business as usual.

King: Holy shit. Shut the blinds. Lock the doors. Silence the phones. It’s game time, baby. Twenty-four hours of blue screen madness. He pigs out on chips, soda, buys himself a cake, and absolutely revels in solitude. He calls his mom each year and they talk for hours on end. She tells him how proud she is of him being a kickass hero and killing monsters and he dies a little inside each time but he loves her nonetheless and keeps up the facade for her sake. She sends him a card with a few coupons and a love-filled note about how much she adores him. He nearly cries each year upon receiving it.

Zombieman: He buys the best cigars he can find, cooks himself a massive T-bone, drinks an entire six-pack of beer, and reclines while watching crime movies. He wears sweatpants, polishes his weaponry, plays Mötley Crüe loud enough for his neighbors to yell at him for it, and just has a great time all by himself. He doesn’t really like parties or get-togethers and even sometimes has to take a break from Child Emperor. This is his day to recharge his social battery and sleep for seventeen hours. This is his day to get absolutely wasted on expensive alcohol and accidentally hotbox his own house. This is his day.

Drive Knight: Pretty much the same as Metal Knight. Whenever the clock strikes midnight on his birthday, a little tune plays in his processing unit and that’s about the end of it.

Pig God: Every restaurant in the damn country has a special on his birthday. He just goes around collecting free food, taking pictures with fans, and eats until he can’t eat anymore (which is a lot). The restaurants he visits have pictures of him eating their food on the walls; he’s become a bit of a indication that if he visits a somewhere to eat, the food’s gotta be bomb as hell. He doesn’t really do anything other than that. He doesn’t really strike up conversation or anything, he just eats in silent contentment and that’s enough for everyone to have a good time.

Superalloy Darkshine: He’s a fan favorite as well. Social media will be blowing up with birthday messages, he’ll be trending on whatever the OPM universe equivalent of Twitter is, and he’ll waste no time going out to meet his fans and spreading birthday happiness. He’ll eat cake, drink with strangers, share laughs and smile without stopping. People will give him little gifts and free food and he accepts it all graciously. Everyone’s invited. Good times all around.

Watchdog Man: This is one of the few days of the year in which he takes the day off from protecting City Q. He’ll just sleep a full twenty-four hours and resume his duty the next day like clockwork each year. Sometimes passerby will leave him little gifts on his podium like meats and dog treats but he doesn’t really take any of it since he’s really particular about what he eats.

Flashy Flash: On this day, he spends time reflecting on how much he’s improved since last year and adopts an extra-vigorous training regimen for the next twenty-four hours. One year, he climbed a mountain in sub-zero temperatures. Another, he ran across a saltwater lake without breaking the surface tension of the water. He spends it alone, occasionally has a drink, and that’s about it. Sometimes he’ll go out to have a nice dinner but that’s only on years he believes he’s deserved it.

Demon Cyborg: He doesn’t really care about his birthday. This makes Doctor Kuseno kind of sad because he believes that Genos is still a kid who deserves to enjoy his birthday like one. So, he does what he can to make the day somewhat special while also pertaining to what Genos could want. This is very hard because Genos never outright says he wishes for anything and that means Kuseno has to do a lot of guesswork. It varies year to year, but the best gift he’s ever given Genos was the sense of taste so the kid could eat birthday cake and enjoy it. Genos isn’t too fond of sweets, he much prefers fruits over cakes, but nevertheless, he was so happy to get one step closer to humanity that something malfunctioned in his head and his hands wouldn’t stop shaking for a whole week.

Metal Bat: Go hard or go home. This fuckin kid pulls an all-nighter with Zenko on the weekend of his birthday to stay inside, build a pillow fort, and play video games. They order pizza, do prank calls, play fighting games, and when the sun comes out they get a couple hours of sleep before riding out again at the height of a sugar high to go to the local carnival (he’s a summer baby) and spend a paycheck’s worth of cash. Once they come home, they collapse in Bad’s bed together, curl up, and fall asleep to some movies.

Tanktop Master: He and the Tanktop Gang have an all-out birthday bash. Everyone and their grandma is invited. There’s food, alcohol, and sports playing on the television in the host’s house (each of them take turns every year). The first few hours of partying, everyone’s having lighthearted fun and watching sports and drinking lightly (Tanktoppers drink responsibly). After that, everyone kind of calms down and they all gather around in the living room and sit on the floor together and just talk about what a great year it is to be alive. They catch up, share stories, eat snacks, and wish Tanktop Master the happiest of birthdays. He absolutely adores spending time with his friends and gives a toast to everyone and their hard work. After that, he goes home and calls his mom before going to bed.

Puri-Puri Prisoner: He and his boyfriend share a slice of birthday cake from the prison cafeteria with a single candle stuck into it. His boyfriend gives him crochet and knitting lessons, they and the other prisoners dance to some music, and the guards give him a pat on the back along with some birthday wishes. That’s about it. There’s only so much he can do in prison, but he makes it work with what he has and has the time of his life nevertheless. Angel Hugs all around.

And to answer your question about PPP, I straight up just forgot he existed akshshshs. I’ll be brainstorming some stuff about him soon. Love you lots 💞💞💞💕

#one punch man #terrible tornado #tatsumaki #silverfang #bang #atomic samurai #iaian #okamaitachi #bushidrill #kamikaze #child emperor #metal knight #bofoi #king #zombieman #drive knight #pig god #superalloy darkshine #watchdog man #flashy flash #demon cyborg #genos #dr kuseno #metal bat #zenko #tanktop master #tanktop gang #puri puri prisoner #headcanon #opm headcanons

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What in the fanfiction? Girl we finna end up hotboxing and imma start being truthful -💜

Kai would never hotbox😭😭😭😭idk how u gon convince his ass to do that

#cutie moots💓

[witter-potter]

hi kate!!!!! my clone basically!!!!!! what are YOUR favorite drew gooden, danny gonzalez, cody ko, and jenny nicholson videos?????

UGH thank you so much i’m so glad u asked me this same question and i didn’t even have to ASK you to send it to me....love that for me. 

danny gonzalez: truly EVERY video he makes will have me thinking abt it for days on end but THIS one honestly and truly is that one that i think abt literally all the time. also any and all of his troom troom videos. 

drew gooden: much like danny almost EVERY video drew makes is an instant classic but god i think THIS one will forever live on in my memory. this video is also hilarious and gets me in the funnies every single time. 

cody ko: ok like you said ALL of his videos with noel are favorite, the that’s cringe ones are especially good, i LOVE the one they did on the vape hotboxing. my fav solo cody video is THIS one  probably but i also love all the videos where he reads dirty fanfiction ajfkldsaf. 

jenny nicholson: god her videos are just....part of the human experience like....everything she says is just....so good. my personal favorite video is THIS one (i’m literally rewatching it for the 900th time right now for absolutely no reason), but THIS one is also a fav. 

#answered #thank u for validating me colleen <333 #david-harbour

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Quieting Down

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WARNINGS: Mean!Bau Team (apologies fr), Anxious & Upset Spencer, Brief mentions of insecurity, non-beta read

WORDS: 1,195

PAIRING: S.R. x gn!reader

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Spencer has been quite.. off, recently. He's been more reserved and quiet, and while the team has started seeming to almost praise him for it, you can't help but be concerned. Especially because you see things that they don't after the work day.

You see him at home. Where he remains reserved, unlike normal. He doesn't talk to you much, usually responding with a head nod or a light shake, sometimes with one word replies. When he does speak and use his voice it's with a tone so timid and the volume of a mouse. It's heartbreaking, really. You miss when he'd ramble, when he'd talk to you and constantly say how much he loves you. You know he still loves you, that much hasn't changed, but you miss his voice.

Right now, you each are walking into the door after a long day at work, the poor man exhausted. He silently slips off his shoes and sets his bag down on the couch before making his way to the kitchen, opening it up and glancing around at the contents. He decides on a simple glass of orange juice, grabbing out the jug and a cup, grabbing a second one and gesturing to you in a silent offer of some.

You give him a light smile and shake your head, walking up to him and resting a hand on his lower back as he pours himself a glass. You put the jug back away in the fridge for him as he goes and settles on the couch, curling up off to the side and watching whatever was on the TV.

You frown at the continued silence, deciding to try and get him to talk, you go over and sit beside him. You lean in, lips near his ear so you can whisper, “Mind if I hold you?”, and wait until he gives a light nod before pulling him to cuddle in with you. You end up holding him in your lap, propped up a bit with a pillow against the arm rest so that he lays at an angle on you.

Spencer’s arms instinctively move to wrap around you, and you don't miss how he seems to melt against you. Your hands move up to play with his hair, lightly stroking it back so you can see his relaxed, yet exhausted expression. After a few minutes of letting him adjust to the change of being home, feeling the slight anxiousness he seems to always hold while at the bureau finally going away, you guide his gaze to meet yours by gently turning his head.

Spencer’s eyes are truly captivating. You could lose yourself in how softly they stare into yours, the dark brown colour making him look so.. adorable. His eyelids almost seem weighed down by the dark eyebags, your free hand moving to rest on his cheek so you can rub the dark circles with your thumb in gentle, soothing movements. He gives you a light smile in return, tilting his head a bit to press a kiss to the inside of your forearm.

You lean forward to press a light kiss to his forehead, leaning back to look back down at him. You hesitate for a couple minutes, debating on whether or not you should ask him why he's suddenly so quiet and nearly refusing to speak because you don't want to possibly trigger or upset him. Though Spencer, managing to have memorized what your microexpressions mean, presses another kiss to the inside of your forearm in a silent reassurance that you're allowed to speak.

You take a deep breath, exhaling and staring into his eyes for a few seconds before mustering up the courage to ask him. “Why have you suddenly.. gone quiet? I've noticed.. I've noticed you're not as talkative as before. You act like a ghost at work. What's with the change?”

While Spencer isn't at all surprised by your question, having expected people to notice his sudden quietness, he didn't expect you to react more concerned than happy. “I just thought.. I needed to shut up a little more, you know? I can be a bit annoying, so I thought this would be.. uh, I thought this would be better.” He responds, his tone still timid and his voice just barely over a whisper.

You swear your heart breaking is an audible sound that echoes through the room. You grab the sides of his head and guide him to sit up with you, feeling his slight anxiousness towards what your response could be. “Spencer.. no, baby.. You don't need to shut up, you never need to shut up. I like your voice, I love your rambles. You're not annoying- Why would you think that?” You can't help but ask, wanting to know if it's been a growing insecurity or something else. His gaze falls from yours, head turning to the side. “Well, the team.. they just kind of.. don't like to listen. It, uh, it makes me feel like my voice is useless.” He explains, squirming a bit. You don't move to stop his motions, letting him look away and watch as he starts to fidget with his hands in his lap, knowing it's his own way of self-soothing when his anxiety feels like it's built up too much. He waits a second before continuing his explanation, his voice just barely louder now that he knows you never wanted him to be quiet. “I know it's stupid but I just thought they'd be happier than if I talked as much as I did, and they are.. I didn't like talking just to be ignored, I.. I, uh, I don't mean to sound rude or anything but it.. kind of hurts to be treated like that.”

His words pull at your heart, the last sentence might as well have even been a straight-up bullet to the chest. You move your thumb to rub his cheek, seeing the saddened and anxious look on his face. “I.. can't say I understand why they're like this either, Spencer, nor do I like that they treat you like this. You're not at fault for getting upset over being ignored, it's rude and you're allowed to be upset. Just like you're allowed to use that voice to talk. Even if they're not listening, I will.” You reassure him, leaning forward to press a light kiss to the side of his forehead.

Spencer ends up turning back to look at you after the kiss, tears resting in his eyes. You wipe them away before pulling him to lay back down with you, pressing another few kisses around his face, pulling a smile from the man. He can’t think of a response, so instead he just melts against you again, happy that somebody cares enough to listen.

You start playing with his hair again, enjoying the way he seems so relaxed, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders now that he knows you never wanted him to force himself to stop talking. You lean down to press one last kiss to the top of his head before leaning, relaxing against the couch. “I'll always listen.”

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NOTES -

Somebody needs to let this man just full on fucking RANT for hours. Any and all topics, LET HIM SPEAK AND INDULGE IN HIS INTEREST!! (I volunteer as tribute !!)

I'll likely make an angstier version of this

#spencer reid #spencer reid x gn!reader #fluff #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds fanfiction #hotboxed fanfiction #fluff and sad stuff #let him RAMBLE #let him BE HAPPY #PLEASE

[corseque]

question answers for that fanfic meme (thanks for helping me procrastinate!!!!) got asked 2, 5, 6, 7, 17, 18, and 20 (thank you @teaandinanity and @oopiejay5 and anon)

2. What’s next on your ‘to-read’ list? (Fan fiction or otherwise)

I realize that I haven’t read every single one of Pontmercy’s fics yet, so I’m reading Innocents Lost and I’ll finally have read all of them. <3

also the (215) (yes, two hundred fifteen) different fanfictions for the More than Love Reylo Valentine’s Anthology dropped all at once a few days ago, and I've been reading through the ones that called out to me. IT’S A LOT.

5. What’s a crackship you love?

Ganondorf/Zelda from Legend of Zelda, Sesshoumaru/Kagome from Inuyasha. I’d call them non-canon ships and not crackships though cause I’m emotional

6. What’s the last thing you read that made you laugh?

Crossfade (Cursed and Blessed) had a scene where Ben was wearing a Darth Vader costume and he was hotboxing in the Darth Vader mask at a Jewish Holiday party at his mom’s house, and the visual made me laugh out loud

7. What’s the last thing you read that made you cry?

Land of the Beautiful Dead in the final stretch made me ugly cry in front of my mom. I was ruined. Seratonin and Dopamine by Pontmercy - Ben’s therapy session in the second chapter, and the depiction of depression in general, I for real cried.

17. Describe a fic that is still in the ‘ideas’ stage.

still-unnamed Body Swap Reylo AU, where Rey’s mind is switched to Ben’s body and vice versa a few weeks after TLJ. Rey trying to tear apart the First Order as the Supreme Ruler, Ben trying to tear apart the Resistance as the Last Jedi. Both trying to get the other to capitulate, neither sure how to navigate the great danger they both are in, solve the problem of being displaced in their bodies, or the feelings it causes in them.

It’s in the “writing” stage. There’s 6000+ words of just outlining. 

I keep going back to reading books like “Incredible Cross-Sections of The Force Awakens” to get more details about how many people are on board the Finalizer, what a Star Destroyer is, what the general experience is of being in the First Order, what the political climate is in the universe, who is in the Resistance and what is it? etc. I feel like I will never get over the “I need to research more” stage for Star Wars fic, there’s just too much information I could be taking into my brain. That in addition to the questions like “how do you build a greenhouse?” “what does an emperor/dictator/president actually do?” and I’m researching too much. I’m full of fear.

18. Do you have a fic reading/writing routine?

oh man, I need a writing routine. like a set time for writing. What a concept... 

My reading routine is “all the time” and “on my phone instead of sleeping”

20. Do you have a favorite fanfic or author? If so, tag them/post a link and share the love!

everybody I’ve been reccing, but here I’ll rec two more reylo fics:

I’ll Take It By Your Side 

find a thread to pull, and we can watch it unravel 

SOME GOOD FICS, they’re just super loving and VERY GOOD

#Star Wars #fanfiction #reylo #meme

[hope-the-myope]

Helium - Supernova

Part IV of IV of a BTS Fanfiction - February 2018

This is the final part of Helium.  I hope you enjoyed it!  I had a sequel planned called Neon, which I may post about later if there’s enough interest.  If you missed the first parts you can use the following links:

Part I - Fusion

Part II - Deflate

Part III - Decay

Read it on Twitter or Wattpad or down below!

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The last can of soup rattled into the trash can, scraped clean by a hungry Hoseok.

His pantry was empty.  His fridge was empty.  And in a few hours, his stomach would be empty, too.

Catching up on classes hadn't gone so well.  Hoseok tried to attend; it was easier without Yoongi's constant pestering.  But he'd missed so much of the semester already.  His notes were an unreadable mess of question marks and misspelled theorems, and since he didn't have any luck with that first round of applications, studying was soon replaced with forms and job interviews at odd shops.

All he had left in his account was the money for rent.  One more month and he would be out on the street.

And to top it all off, he hadn't heard once from Yoongi since the loan.  Even with all the messages Hoseok sent, all the unanswered calls he made, all the concerned voicemails he left, he was left with no response.

At first, Hoseok told himself Yoongi must have been planning the funeral.  It didn't seem there could have been anyone more important to Namjoon, since he was all Yoongi ever talked about.  But after weeks of quiet, Hoseok couldn't use that excuse any longer.

He couldn't even attribute Yoongi's abscence to mourning.  It had been far too long.

Hoseok couldn't help but fume over his own stupidity.  He'd let go of a month's rent.  A whole month of cash, gone, taken by the exact same kid who shattered Hoseok's only source of income.

But he couldn't blame Yoongi, no.  It was Hoseok who stayed awake when he easily could have shut down his cell phone.  It was he who let Yoongi in over and over again, who invited him over and berated his guest like an imbecile.  And it was he who gave his rent away like some kind of philanthropist with cash to blow.

It was because of himself that he was starving now, living on the scraps left behind in his kitchen.

Hoseok checked his watch.  It was past time to leave for class.  In fact, with whatever sluggish walking pace he could manage, he was guaranteed to arrive late.

And with that guarantee, Hoseok made a decision.  It was another stupid, risky decision, just like all the others he'd made since he met Yoongi.

He slammed his books back on his desk and threw his bag into the kitchen.  This would be the first time he'd skip class intentionally.

He was going to see Yoongi.

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The building looked just as ragged and decrepit as always, ivy climbing up every face and slithering around each window pane, all the way to the roof. 

Hoseok walked inside, and as usual, the front desk was empty and the stairway was unlocked.

He stomped up the steps, counting the floors as he passed by each sign.  Floor seven was where he stopped.

His heart was racing, and whether it was from the stair-climbing or the anticipation was unbeknownst to Hoseok.

"Room 72"

Hoseok knocked.  Once, twice, but the door remained shut.  From outside, he could smell skunk radiating from the room

"Yoongi?" he called.  No answer echoed back.

After a minute of waiting, Hoseok was sure he heard voices coming from inside, so he gripped the doorknob tight and twisted, finding himself launched into a room of smoke.

Only vague shadows were visible at first, then the smoke diluted to reveal the grayed furniture of Yoongi's apartment.

"Hey," a voice giggled from the foggy couch.  "It's our gracious donor, huh?  Did you invite him to share?"

A blonde head twisted around from the chair with its back turned to Hoseok.  Yoongi grinned that famous gummy grin.  "Oh yea, that's him," he laughed back at the guest.

"What is this?" Hoseok asked, recoiling from the clouds billowing from Yoongi's mouth and shielding his nose with one hand.  He scanned the room for a moment.  The windows were sealed, the smoke alarms were unwired and without batteries, and the stranger on the sofa held a strange green flask up to his lips before drawing in a long breath.

"Hotbox," Yoongi groaned.  "Didn't want to waste any of the good shit."

"I don't understand."

The other boy piped up, "Well, you paid for it.  You should understand better than anybody, right?  Don't wanna waste money..."

Then he leaned back into the couch and mumbled something about his stomach.

Hoseok couldn't help but show his disgust.  "This is where that money's gone?  I gave it to you for rent!"

"Taehyung here got a pocketful of cash for winning something -- a rap battle, I think?"  Yoongi draped himself over the arm of the chair and shut his eyes.  "If you're upset, just imagine your money went to rent, and Tae's went to the pot, all right?"

"All right?"  Hoseok stepped into the room, right above Yoongi's head.  "I'm broke.  I'm broke, Yoongi.  You could have returned my money if you were covered this month."

"It's not a problem right now, Hobi.  Just chill out."

"No.  No, Yoongi, this isn't my problem anymore.  This is your fault."  Hoseok crouched down so his face was right in front of Yoongi's.  "And I'm done with your bullshit."

"My what--"

Yoongi was cut off by a fist.

Hoseok's cheeks were bright red.  He was furious.  He was violent.  He grabbed Yoongi by the shirt collar and pulled him from the chair, flinging him to the ground.

Hoseok was yelling now, loud enough for the whole building to hear.  "My life is ruined!"  He threw one of the books from the coffee table.  "Who's going to trust someone who can't even live a semester on their own, huh?"  Another book landed right next to Yoongi's face.  "You talk so smugly about wasting money, but whose money are you really wasting?"

Both of Hoseok's feet landed right next to the last book, right next to Yoongi's head.

"A whole semester of college, Yoongi, down the shitter.  And that money wasn't mine.  It was my mother's."

He pulled his leg back, and the last coherent words he could get out were, "No one steals from my mother."

And his foot swung into Yoongi's gut.

Hoseok had him pinned down, arms and legs all pressed to the ground as Yoongi, helpless and faded, took punch after punch to the skull.

Sirens squealed in the distance.  The blaring passed right by Hoseok's ears, but Taehyung was fumbling toward the fire escape.  He hit the table, then the chair, and finally ran head-first into the screen door.

The rusty fire escape creaked and clunked for minutes as he rushed down all seven flights, escaping by just the hairs of his chin.

But Hoseok was still throwing blow after blow at the body below him, who was long unconscious, when the police busted in.

The officers found Hoseok red-knuckled and dizzy.  His hits had become mere nudges as the smoke filled his lungs and his veins like molasses.  But the blood dripping from Yoongi's cheeks was enough evidence of the terror Hoseok had let loose.

They dragged each boy away like rag dolls, both unconscious long before they entered their respective vehicles, Hoseok in a squad car, Yoongi in an ambulance.

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The officer unlocked the holding cell and led Hoseok by the shoulder toward the offices.

His hands were still red on the back, knuckles scabbed and bloody.  But his palm and fingertips had been swiped clean for prints.

With those clean fingertips, he unhooked the phone from its mount on the wall.  He spun away from the officer and dialed in the digits he knew by heart.

The line rang only once before a sweet voice on the other end answered, "Hello?"

Hoseok felt hot tears drip down his cheeks.

"Hello, mama."

#writeblr #writing #bts #fanfiction #creative writing #kpop #writers #authors #writer #my writing #my post

[fuckingstrange]

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Take it easy

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WARNINGS: Nightmare talk, Reader has a nightmare (unspecified though), Implied(?) Panic Attack, Concerned & Loving Spencer Reid, Non-Sexual Neck Kissing

WORDS: 612

PAIRING: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

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You wake up in a cold sweat, gasping and sobbing. The feeling of a hand on your back makes you jolt, nearly falling off the bed before the gentle voice of Spencer calling out for you and helping hold you back from falling knocks you out of your panicked state, enough to turn and look at him.

Pure worry and fear for you crosses his mind as he rests his hands on your cheeks, thumbs wiping your tears away, only to see more pour down your cheeks. “Fuck, baby, are you okay?” He asks as he lets his hands fall to your shoulders, obviously unsure about how you'd react to him getting closer than he is.

You're still shaking as the tears fall, your breath heavy from the nightmare that plagued your dreams remaining in your mind. You stare at him with wide, pleading eyes, unable to respond. He doesn't say or ask anything else after that, just lightly rubbing your tense shoulders as you try to calm down.

Your eyes slip shut, you trying to take a second to think of anything but the nightmare, but it only makes it more vivid. You can't think, but you can feel - and all you can feel is fear. You whimper in a way that you'd say makes you sound pathetic, though not being in your right mind and terrified, you can't really stop. You want to curl in on yourself, you want to run away, but ultimately you can't even move. Hell, you don't think you could even breathe right now.

Spencer hears the whimper, deciding to scoot closer so he's sitting right beside you. “Take it easy. Take it easy, baby.” He whispers as he moves his hand to rest over your heart, feeling how quick and hard it's pounding against your ribcage. His free hand moves to the side of your head, guiding you to lean into him. “Lean on me. I've got you.” He says in hopes of soothing you.

He starts taking deep breaths for you to copy, wanting to present calm so you can feel calm. Well, as calm as you can be after such a gut-twisting nightmare. Spencer kisses the top of your head as he reaches over to turn on the bedside lamp, dim because the bulb is going out, but still perfect. He doesn't think to ask what made you wake up in this state, all he wants to do is make sure you make it out.

The hand over your heart lightly runs along your chest, his fingers brushing along the fabric in a way that's so slow and sweet you can't help but melt right into him. The way he treats you, your mind, body, and heart, has you falling harder each day. The man is so gentle when needed, showing true love and care every second you're with him. Even in moments like this when you wake up violently crying and afraid of him, he always manages to get you to relax.

You tuck your head into the crook of his neck, giving the soft skin a light kiss, a silent ‘thank you’, a signal he's used to. He lightly squeezed your shoulder in response, the hand rested on the side of your head moving to the back so his fingers can card through your hair as you pepper his neck and shoulder in kisses.

“Feeling better, I assume?” He asks, smiling when he feels you nod your head against his neck. You move your hand to his shoulder and pull him closer, giving his jaw a few light kisses before lifting your head to give him a proper one. “Much better.”

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Get Better Soon

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WARNINGS: Sad Spencer Reid, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts, Spencer wants to khs, Supportive Reader, Non-sexual cuddling, Depression/Feeling low, (like really low), pet names (baby), non-beta read

WORDS: 510

PAIRING: Spencer Reid x gn!reader

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★ a/n - Wrote this in under fucking twenty mins let's goooo

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Spencer lays in bed, his body weighed down with the sudden wave of depression that's hit him. He's been stuck in bed for a few days, not even sleeping, just lying there. He hasn't got up to shower, or to eat, and you can't help but worry. You've tried your hardest to pull him out of this slump, get him out to do things, even just spend an hour or two at the bureau with you while you work.

But, you've come to realize, he just needs somebody to be there for him. Not push him to be productive.

You lie in bed beside Spencer, his head resting on your chest as your fingers card through his slightly greasy hair. His head turns up to look at you, his eyes reflectionless as they gaze up at you. You let out a quiet sigh and kiss his forehead before adjusting yourself to rest yours on his, whispering “You'll be alright, Spencer.”

You can hear him swallow thickly, his lips parting a bit as he lets out a quiet breath before responding “It.. It surely doesn't feel like that.” The corners of your lips fall into a frown, your hand tightening it's grip on his hair as it stops stroking for now. “I'm here for you, you know that, right?..” You start, pausing for a second before deciding to ask, “What's going on in that heavy mind of yours?” In the most gentle, non-judgemental tone you can muster.

Spencer hesitates, his hand moving to rest on your hip as tears well in his eyes, the sight of his deep, doe eyes wettening like that making your heart break. “I don't.. I-I don't feel so.. well.” He tries to explain, sniffling a bit and letting out a shaky breath. Opening up is always so hard for him, especially when it comes to anything emotional. You grow confused for a few seconds before it finally clicks.

“Oh.. Oh, spencer..” You breathe, cupping his jaw to pull his face up to meet yours, your eyes full of worry and his full of tears. “I don't wanna do this anymore.” He sobs, whimpering out a pitiful “I can't take it.”

You pull him close, unable to stop the bit of tears that spring into your own eyes at the realization of just how bad Spencer's been feeling, how he's gotten so low without you realizing it is heartbreaking. You could tell he was feeling down, but you surely couldn't tell he was thinking about killing himself. Spencer cries into your chest, his grip on your hip tightening to a bruising level.

“Shh.. shh, I'm here.. I'm here, baby. I'll make sure you start feeling better soon, I'll be there with you as long as it takes to get better, Spencer.” You promise him, nuzzling your face into the top of his head and holding him even tighter, wanting to show him you're truly there to help and take care of him. His grip on you holds a silent beg, an unspoken plea.

“Please, don't leave me.”

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★ a/n - this is implied m!reader + no beta read but like

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