#t; life is never too ruff!

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Stephen's Ruff Day (Strange x Reader)

Stephen's Ruff Day

Request: NO

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k+

Warning: Just fluff with brief mention of sibling death

Summary: There's a new addition to the Sanctum Sanctorum and Stephen isn't too pleased about it. When little Billy starts causing trouble around your home, Stephen gives you an ultimatum: either he's trained or he's out. What happens when you happen to catch a sight that's too cute to handle?

“Can we?”

“No."

“Oh come on, why can’t we just-”

“No.”

“But he’s adorable!”

Stephen sighed as the scent of fish webbed its way into his airways. “I’m sorry,” he said rather unapologetically to the corgi puppy you currently had held up against his face, “but the Sanctum is no place for a puppy. Much less one who is less than three inches off the ground.”

You gave a mock gasp and pouted. “Hey!” you protested. “Don’t use his height against him. He’s vertically challenged like the rest of us.”

Stephen quirked an eyebrow.

“Well,” you shook your head at your six-foot-one-tall boyfriend. “Those of us who lost the genetic lottery. Unlike some people…” If there was one thing Strange knew you were self-conscious about, it was your height. You were the shortest of your family and your siblings never failed to tease you. In a way, it helped you become more independent. You came up with new ways to achieve your goals – a skill all too valuable in the world of the Mystic Arts. 

You had your first encounter with Kamar-Taj shortly after you and your brother, William, were involved in a classic case of wrong place, wrong time. An armed robber caught the two of you outside of a bank. You had frozen to the spot, but William was quick to protect you. The sound of the gunshot barely registered until you saw your brother sprawled on the cement by your feet. The paramedics said he had died the moment the bullet punctured his skin. There was nothing you could do.  

For years, you ran the event over and over in your mind. You wished there was something you could have done to change it. You’d have a new solution every day, but even then you knew it was impossible. Even if there was an incantation to help you reverse time, you were still an apprentice at the time – a sorcerer with only an inkling of knowledge about more complex spells. That was when you had a “genius” idea. If you weren’t strong enough to perform a time spell on your own, then you needed all the help you could get. That’s when you decided to tap into the Dark Dimension to strengthen your abilities. Sure, it was risky, but you couldn’t take being an only child anymore. 

You had it all planned out; you snuck out to the library after you were sure the lights were out throughout Kamar-Taj. Wong had finished taking inventory an hour after the dinner service and was reading a book with headphones in his ears. There would be no one to catch you until it was too late. By then, you wouldn’t have been on their radar anymore. You would have William back and that in itself would be worth it. Everything would have been perfect if you had only accounted for the fact your teacher enjoyed a cup of tea by the library fireplace in the evenings.

“You cannot change the past,” the Ancient One explained to you once. “Changing a fixed point in time could be catastrophic in terms of protecting the universe.” So when life gave you lemons, you used the experience to inspire you to be better. You couldn’t save your brother’s life, but you could assess a threat; you could put your life on the line for others throughout the multiverse. It’s what made you an asset to the Sanctum as a whole…and caused you to catch Stephen’s interest. Shortly after the two of you had met, Stephen had fallen for you. There was something about your personality. You had confidence which made you unafraid to speak your mind. Yet there was also a tenderness about you, which helped you form a connection with anything – including the squirming fluff-ball in your arms.  

The small pup had wriggled about as you were talking. It appeared that he wanted to be in Stephen’s embrace. He yipped and yapped before he finally launched himself into your boyfriend’s arms. His primary objective? Get Stephen’s goatee soaked with doggy saliva. 

“Stop it,” your boyfriend said boredly.  

The reply he received came in the form of a series of licks to the nose. 

“I said stop it.” 

The pup placed his miniature paws against your boyfriend’s grey t-shirt and jacket. You had to hand it to the small animal, when his mind was made up, he was determined to get what he wanted.  

Stephen groaned your name in frustration. “Make it stop!” he cried, putting an emphasis on the final word. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle. “He’s a puppy, honey.”

“He’s a terror,” he responded flatly. 

“He loves you already!” A giggle slipped past your lips. “His profile says that he’s extremely shy and takes a while to adjust to people.” You gestured to the position the small corgi had taken up in Stephen’s arm. “That doesn’t look to be the case here.”

Now that he was being held, the puppy seemed content. He was practically hugging the sorcerer’s arm like a teddy bear, never wanting to let go. His tan and white head snuggled into the crook of Stephen’s elbow, eyes preparing to shut. 

“Poor taste in character,” Stephen remarked, as he attempted to place the puppy back in the cardboard box containing its bed. “Besides, I don’t think a puppy with social anxiety is a good idea to have around a busy Sanctum.” 

That apparently wasn’t the answer you wanted to hear. You gave him the biggest pout you could. 

He stared at you before beginning to dislodge the puppy from his arms. “The Sanctum is too dangerous.” The small corgi squirmed and whined as he attempted to fight the odds currently against him. “Besides, with us out thwarting evil and visiting other dimensions, we’re hardly ever there anyway. Who would take care of him?”

“Wong could do it,” you argued. “And when we’re home, I can walk him, feed him. I can give him baths!”

“For God’s sake,” Stephen muttered. “This is worse than arguing with a five year old.”

“Oh come on, Stephen! I mean, look at him! How can you say no to this face?”

Your boyfriend gave you the straightest of faces as he looked you in the eyes. “Simple. Just watch and learn.” He looked down at the small puppy, his lips parting to begin to form a word. You expected to hear the harsh ‘no’ to leave his mouth, but that’s when the puppy gave the saddest whimper you had ever heard in your life.

It was the first time you had witnessed the great Doctor Stephen Strange hesitate in his life and it brought a smile to your face. 

= = = = = = = = = = = = = =

“BILLY, PUT THAT DOWN!” you heard Wong’s voice exclaim as a crash sounded from another room followed by a series of playful howls. 

“I knew this was a bad idea,” Stephen grumbled as he gestured to the Cloak of Levitation to leave you alone. 

The two of you had just returned to the Sanctum Sanctorum after spending time in the Mirror Dimension. There had been a rumor of some less-than-satisfactory behavior in Ethiopia. Even though Kaecillius had been defeated, Wong seemed relatively certain there were still followers hidden within the shadows. Whenever you had felt a disturbance, you and your sorcerer of a boyfriend made any and all attempts to set the world right again. Neither of you wanted to deal with a Hong Kong-style attack anytime soon.

Another crash, this time from the Hall of Artifacts. You and Stephen shared a quick look and simultaneously bolted toward the source of the sound. What you saw caused a laugh to accidentally escape your lips. Billy was stretching out at Wong’s feet, short stubby tail wagging to beat the band. 

“This dog,” your fellow sorcerer huffed, “is a menace.”

“I don’t typically enjoy being the one to say I told you so…” Stephen leaned over to whisper in your ear, a smirk flickering across his features. 

“How could you let this animal be brought into the Sanctum, Strange?” 

Just as quickly as it had appeared, the smirk vanished from your boyfriend’s face. “What?” he croaked out. “Me? It wasn’t my fault he was brought in-”

Wong stared directly at Stephen. “As Sorcerer Supreme, you have duties,” he said, meaning business. “You have a responsibility to this Sanctum and the safety of its residents. That means standing your ground when someone wishes to bring chaos into the home.” With a brisk nod, he walked off.   

As it slowly became you and Stephen (and Billy) in the room, you couldn’t help but to giggle at how ridiculous the situation was. The other sorcerer, however, was far from pleased. “You just like seeing me get into trouble, don’t you?”

“Oh come on, why can’t you just admit you like him?” Billy woofed his agreement from his hiding spot behind your legs, head lolling to the side. “Besides…” You gave Stephen a quick peck on the lips, allowing your voice to dramatically drop to a whisper, “maybe I have a thing for bad boys.”

“Oh really? Well in that case…” a moment later you were attacked by a flurry of fuzzy fur against your face and a series of rapid licks. “Take care of your bad boy. See that he gets some proper training?”

~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~  ~

Billy’s fate was announced to all inhabitants of the Sanctum Sanctorum a few days after the Archive incident: either he will be trained, or he would need to be relocated to a new home. Stephen was tired of coming back to find Billy in his chair; Wong couldn’t stand the sight of dog hair and other…little surprises within the kitchen. It was either him or the rest of you, and the two elder sorcerers staked their claim to the building centuries prior to the small corgi. 

Not wanting to lose your pet, you quickly found and enrolled Billy into an obedience school. You worked with him every day, doing everything the trainer said to do and nothing they didn’t condone. It wasn’t long after that you soon discovered the best part of being a corgi parent: they were super fast learners. It only took a few tries for Billy to understand the most basic commands, given the fact he had been taken to a shelter at eight weeks old. He was a natural! 

Not only that, but you started to get your pup used to the applications of magic around the house. You’d have him follow you through portals, fetch things that were levitating, and even how to use the revolving gateways to do his business. 

Then one day, you were making your way through the Sanctum looking for little Billy with a fresh bowl of water. He had disappeared before your second to last training session and you were determined to find him before-

A series of high pitched yips sent your heart plunging into your stomach. There was a scrabbling of paws, followed by a very deep sounding, “no.” Your dog had found your boyfriend again and the only thing running through your mind was, “please, God, do not let me drop this bowl of water.”

As you skidded behind the door to the library, you blinked at the sight. Stephen was levitating in the air with the Cloak, eyes trained directly on Billy’s short and stubby frame. Said pup was settled on his hind legs, head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side. A single paw was raised in the air, as though Billy was planning on walking toward your boyfriend. 

“I don’t care how cute your real owner says you are,” Stephen remarked. “We need to be able to come to an understanding here.”

“Awo?” The curious whimper from your dog nearly made you melt into the floor. It was the most adorable sound you had ever heard. It was almost as if the pair was having a real conversation. 

“Whether you realize it or not, your owner is my partner. This means that we should be able to spend time together whenever we please.”

Billy gave a quiet woof and his right ear flopped into his eye. 

Stephen allowed a frown to slip onto his lips. “That’s not going to work on me,” he said in a serious tone. “Tomorrow is very important, Billy. Now I don’t expect you to understand as this is the first time you’re here for this occasion-” He hesitated and shook his head side to side. “There’s also the fact that you are, in fact, a dog and not a human.”

You had to contain another laugh as Billy yipped and wagged his stub of a tail in acknowledgement. It was almost as if he understood the fact he was a dog and was proud that your boyfriend recognized it, too. 

The Sorcerer Supreme let out an annoyed sigh. “Yes, yes. You know you’re a dog. Good job for being aware of that. But this is important.” With a subtle nod, Stephen floated down to kneel on the ground with the Cloak to give a stern look to the excited corgi. “Today marks the tenth anniversary of your namesake’s death. Now, why I’m explaining this to you, I have no idea. There is no way you’ll ever be able to comprehend this.

“Before you came along,” Stephen continued, “I have watched someone dedicate themselves fully to their craft…besides myself, of course.” He paused again to smile at a memory. “But that’s not important. What is important is how I have never met anyone as amazing as this. Someone who listens, who speaks their mind… and even though the day brings about some difficult memories, we would still spend it together and talk. We…even became a couple that day. It’s become tradition and…and well, I had a very special night planned for tonight.”   

Billy yipped. 

“Yes, now stop interrupting.”

A whimper sounded, causing another sigh to escape the tall sorcerer. After looking around for a moment, you watched as Stephen leaned down to pick up the small pup. “Happy now?”

His response was a rousing series of licks to the face. 

Stephen scrunched his nose up, generating a few wrinkles to naturally appear. “Okay, okay, stop. Stop it,” he urged. However, there was a flicker of a smile on his lips. “Maybe you’re not so bad. Even if you are currently taking up all of the attention around here now.” A second later, the smile vanished when he heard a creak in the floorboards. 

Stephen spoke your name softly, almost as though he wanted to savor its feeling against his lips. If you weren’t careful, you almost could have just imagined it. “You can come out from behind that door frame now, dear.”

As you revealed yourself from your hiding place, you couldn’t help the smile that was stretching across your face. It warmed your heart to hear Stephen talk about you so fondly. Even though you had been dating for over a year, there were times you had felt insecure about his intentions toward you. Despite your cool attitude, you had a difficult time comparing yourself to the other Sanctum Masters and often wondered why Stephen would ever want to stay with you. Now the proof was staring you directly in the face and you had never felt so loved. 

  When you didn’t say anything, Stephen raised an eyebrow. “Is something wrong?” he asked. 

“Hm?” you murmured distractedly, eyes locked onto the cuddly lump in your boyfriend’s arms. “Oh, nothing. Just glad to see my boys are finally getting along.”

“I wouldn’t call it getting along,” Stephen said. “He’s still a terror.” 

Billy squirmed in your boyfriend’s arms as he attempted to get over to you. As he tried to put him back onto the ground, he couldn’t help the small playful glint from flickering in his eyes. As much as Stephen didn’t want to admit it, you knew the man you loved had formed a soft spot for the pup that had also stolen your heart.

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Author's Note: I'm back!! Sort of. With everything going on in the news today, I thought it would be a good idea to pop on to finally finish and post this fic I've been working on for about a month now. I'm sorry that the ending of this story is a bit rushed and honestly crap. It was difficult to write this after losing a pet, but I couldn't help but smile a few times at the thought of Stephen having a pet.

To those who submitted requests, I'm still working on them! I've just been in a writing slump these last few days because of some life stuff and uni starting up soon. I hope to be able to sit down by the weekend and finally catch up. In the meantime, requests are still open (unless otherwise noted on the request page)! As always, don't forget to leave a like, a comment, and a reblog as they really help me out (especially the latter).

One more quick note before I shut up and retreat back to my writer's lair -- nothing makes my day more than seeing your comments! The support that I've gotten on my fics recently means the world to me. With that said, please, message me if you want to talk! I'd love to talk about my fandoms and my many, many, fictional spouses. I promise I don't bite! :)

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[kitchenisking]

100 Fics for A 100 Followers😍 (1-10)

I made it to 100 followers!!!!🥺😍 I’m in shock and I’m  awe! This page was just a place to enjoy being in different fandoms and just enjoying myself! And then a friend told me to start doing fic recs and I really thought I wasn’t going to enjoy doing them and turns out it was exactly what I needed. A place to share all the amazing works that everyone in this fandom does!!! So in honor of this crazy milestone for me I’m going to to rec 100 stories! 

Now for my sanity I’m going to do 10 recs of 10 fics😇😇 

So without further ado here are the first 10….

Life in the Flicker by wanderingeyre - (Rating: T, Words: 24595, sterek)

The wolf’s fur is softer than even Stiles could have imagined, like clouds and baby bunnies, and Stiles cards his fingers through the ruff at the wolf’s neck. The wolf whines and leans into the caress and Stiles can feel his eyes fill. He stands there, crying with the wolf leaning into his legs and his hand fisted in the wolf’s fur.

God, what a night. Stiles unlocks the door. “I hope you’re housebroken.”

The Heatwave by halcyon1993 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6135, sterek)

The denizens of Beacon Hills are all were-creatures whose heats and ruts take place on the full moon. Omega werefox Stiles Stilinski has always wanted alpha werewolf Derek Hale to be his, and he won’t go through another moon cycle without him.

It's In Our Lungs, Our Blood by xxjinchuurikixx - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9954, sterek)

“It’s… it’s amplifying urges. Primal urges influenced by thoughts my wolf has already had.” “So… so, do you want me? Did you… before?” “Yes, Stiles. Always.” “Then let me help.” * Derek gets hit by some sex pollen, and only Stiles can work it out of his system.

Fire Beneath My Skin by happyevraftr - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5997, sterek)

Omegaverse of sorts. Stiles is a rare find- one of the few Omega males left in the world. It’s never been a problem before, but now there’s werewolves around and he’s about to go into Heat. Chaos ensues when Derek shows up at his window unexpected.

Derek Hale Is Not Romantic by ash_mcj - (Rating: T, Words: 3507, sterek)

Derek Hale is not romantic. He’s not. Sure, he cares about Stiles...he guesses he has changed a little as a side effect of dating the guy. But he has not become, and will never become, one of those stupid romantic boyfriends.

[or: Derek (and his pack) realize that he has totally become a hopelessly romantic boyfriend]

(For~ Sterek Valentine Week 2021; Day 1: Hopeless Romantic)

In Any Version of Reality by alisvolatpropiis - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 39853, sterek)

Standing next to not-Derek – whoa, holding not-Derek’s hand? – is someone who looks remarkably like Stiles. Is Stiles, a slightly-altered replica, just like this guy both is and isn't Derek.

It’s not like looking into a mirror – one, because looking into a mirror actually makes some kind of sense, and two, because not-Stiles looks older too, mid twenties maybe. And the tips of his short, spiky hair are dark purple, and he’s got a lip ring and he’s shirtless and covered in tattoos and what the holy hell?

“Time travel?" He's sufficiently freaked. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he hears his dad laughing.

“Not exactly,” not-Derek says, and shit, even his voice sounds exactly the same, disconcertingly gentle. He gestures behind him, and Stiles looks over his shoulder, where behind him, scattered across the porch and in the front yard, are more…Dereks and more Stileses.

Fourteen total, including the two at the door, he notes distantly, eyes feeling like they’re about to pop out of his head from bulging so hard.

Seven other Dereks. Seven other Stileses.

Seven Derek and Stiles pairs.

It's Called Courting by AMatchInWater - (Rating: T, Words: 1420, sterek)

Stiles has a crush on Derek and refuses to believe it could be reciprocated....meanwhile Derek has been courting him this whole time.

The Child Inside by nightlight9 - (Rating: G, Words: 1654, sterek)

The witch had been hoping to turn him into something monstrous when she cast the spell on Derek; Stiles could have laughed at her attempt. The spell was crafted to reveal Derek’s true nature and to bring it to the surface, transforming him into whatever shape it took. She had been hoping that he was an angry monster inside, but Stiles knew better. Derek wasn’t a monster. Nothing about him was ever monstrous.

Of course, Stiles hadn’t really expected this outcome either. ---------- In which Derek is de-aged and Stiles takes care of him

Easy Trouble by Survivah - (Rating: Mature, Words: 55953, sterek)

Derek+Stiles+fairies = love spell

"Make love to me," Derek demands.

What.

Fill Me In by cloudsarefluffy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7900, sterek)

Anon asked: How about a Sterek prompt right after Derek becomes an alpha. After that everything about Derek is so much more; his muscles are bloated in size, his cock and balls are huge, and even the amount he comes is enormous. Do size kink and Stiles worshiping Derek while Derek humiliates Stiles about their size difference until Stiles comes on him. Then Derek makes him lick it off of him. And add any other kinks or such that you'd like!

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The night that Peter Hale died and Derek became the alpha — his eyes flashing red, locking onto Stiles as he gritted out, “I’m the alpha now" — everything changed. 

Derek changed.

#stiles x derek #sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #ficrec #fanfic #kitcheniskingficrecs

[mxnark]

life is never too ruff!

ft. @floverrk! 

mina used to never be much of a people person. perhaps it was because of the mindset she forced herself to be in, but back then, the thought of having people connect with her sounded almost impossible. animals, on the other hand, were the only things that she would let become her friends under no circumstances. all that matters is that they did not want to kill her and that they were adorable (her definition of adorable in terms of animals is literally anything but bugs). 

she’s obviously changed since then. nowadays, she likes talking to lots of people because it helps her from not feeling so lonely all the time. but even if she likes talking to people a little more now, there is no denying that she’ll always prefer animals better. whenever she wants to not focus on her schoolwork, she’ll distract herself with either her favorite youtubers or the instagram accounts with the cute cats, dogs, hedgehogs, otters, etc. there’s no denying that sh has a weakness and it’s obviously that. 

so it’s no surprise to have her looking in absolute awe at two adorable dogs walking down the sidewalk. she couldn’t help but just stand and stare at those cuties. the longer she looked at them, the more she fell in love with them. honestly, if she were to look at herself staring at them right now, she’d probably force herself to snap out of it. but she isn’t doing that... not yet, anyway. 

#floverrk #hope this is ok!! #t; life is never too ruff!

[stefanmikaleson1864]

Beyond Lucky

A/N: I hope everyone enjoys I just thought of this quick little Will story !! Also please comment and like if you like it! It means alot when i see interactions on my story 

Working as a NICU nurse was your dream for as long as you could remember. You loved helping people and you loved babies so it was the perfect fit. 

You were so grateful for your job at Chicago Med. You made so many friends including a special red head. He annoyed the hell out of you at first but he grew on you. T

You had a tiny crush on Will he was always so nice to you and made you laugh. He treated you like just another guy. He would always ruff house with you and not to mention the fighting you two did. 

Being with Will was easy it was like you two had known each other your whole lives.

He was such a good doctor too seeing him with patients was the best thing. 

 You never told Will about your feelings because you didn’t want make things awkward between the two of you. Things were good the way they were and you didn’t want to ruin them. 

Will would always meet you for dinner. No matter how busy the day got he would come down to the NICU unit and meet you. The two of you would go up to the roof top to eat. Just sitting there looking at the chicago skyline it was a beautiful scene. 

You two never talked about work though it was a rule between the two of you. It just needed to be a break from all that. To quiet out the noise and just be there. Though sometimes it had it’s backfire. 

Will would talk about his current partner. How they were dating or hooking up and you would be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Hearing the guy you were in love with talk about that but you couldn’t be mad he had a life to live. 

His current partner was a pharmacy rep who came into the hospital. He said that they hit it off right away and things were going good between them. That they were heating up fast as he put it. Ugh blah you thought to yourself. 

Was it mean to say you just blocked it out. Just started thinking about nothing really. Just looking out at the sky.

“Y/N are you even listening to me cause i swear it doesn’t feel like it” Will said snapping you out of your thoughts. 

“Huh what” you said missing what he said 

“See this is exactly it you don’t even listen to me” Will said 

“Yeah I do I was paying attention I just couldn’t hear that last part” you said trying to defend yourself. 

“Then what is the last thing I said” he asked 

“That you love me very much” You said laughing 

“That does not sound like me at all” Will said

You punched him in the arm and he was fell over clutching his arm in pain. You just sat there and laughed and rolled your eyes at him. 

“Such a dramatic person” you said laughing 

“Your the one who punches like a man” he said laughing 

“See that’s sexist” You said punching him again 

“Ouch careful I need that arm to work” He said taking his arm and trying to hold it down preventing you from lifting it. 

“No one will miss you anyways now let me go” you yelled 

“No way” He said reaching over and pulling you in closer to him and grabbing you and holding you closer to him. 

You tried to squeeze away but he kept his grip tight. You tried again pulling away but this time it knocked both of you over causing Will to fall on his back and you on top. You swear there was a moment there where he looked at you and leaned in. 

Then of course his pager went off and you quicky got up and he did the same. 

“I’ll see you later” he said running away to go back to work. 

You swore you thought he was leaning but maybe you were wrong. It was hard not wonder what would have happened if he didn’t get paged. 

You brushed it away and cleaned up the mess and headed back down to work.  You made it to the NICU and not much was going on down there. So you decided to just fill out charts and use the quiet time to your advantage. 

You were busy doing work when you looked up and saw Will standing there with a smile on his face.

“What do i owe this pleasure” you asked 

“Me and you tomorrow were both off let’s go out we can go to this new place downtown i heard about” he asked 

“Sure yeah I can’t wait” you said 

He hurried up and went back to the ER and you wondered what the hell that was about. 

Thankfully the rest of your shift went by fast. You spent your day off in bed sleeping and eating all day. Your body needed the rest.

 Will texted you to meet him around eight later that night. That was on your mind all day wondering about this date. You didn’t know why it was just another fun night between the two of you. 

It was around six and got up to take a shower and get ready. You looked at your closet and suddenly you had nothing to wear. You looked at your closet not knowing what to wear. Will didn’t even give you much details about the type of place either just an address. 

You decided to wear your fave mustard silk dress. It hugged your curves in all the right places. You had on your fave shoes with a leather jacket. You did your hair and make up real pretty. 

You looked in the mirror and you thought you looked hot af. You looked at the time and it was 7:45pm and you knew you were going to be late which was no surprise. 

You headed downtown to the restaurant. It was a friday night and the night life down there was buzzing. You pulled up to the restaurant and it was a nice place. It looked so pretty and the view was amazing. 

You pulled out your phone and texted WIll he said he was inside and the reservation was under his name. 

You walked into the restaurant and it was so nice inside like the kind people go in for dates not two friends going out for fun. You walked up to the hostess stand 

:”Hi um there’s a reservation under halstead he said he’s here already” you asked 

“Yeah come on right this way” the lady said and walked you back. 

Will was there and he was all dressed in a nice suit and hair looking nice. He looked up and smiled when he saw you.

You thanked the hostess and sat down. 

“What’s going on here this isn’t our usual scene?”  You asked, confused. 

“Look I know but I wanted to take my best friend out to a nice dinner is that a crime” he asked. 

“No I think it’s nice a good change” you said smiling at him. 

“I got you your favorite drink” Will said 

Just as he said that the waiter came over and dropped off the drink and you thanked him. 

Dinner was a lot of fun you and Will talked about everything and anything. At one point you both laughed so hard one of the employees came over and asked you to quiet down. 

After that you two decided it was time to head out. The two of you ended walking up and down the street. Laughing holding hands. Will stoped when he saw some water and it was a beautiful scene. 

He looked over at you and just looked at you for a minute and then put his hand on your face. He started leaning in and then kissed you. It was a slow kiss that put a million butterflies in your stomach. 

You kissed him back and then the kiss broke you both needing air. He placed his forehead on yours and just sat it there. 

“I thought you were seeing someone” you asked 

“We broke up I realized i was in love with someone else.” he said. 

He took took leaned up taking his forehead off of yours then he sat there and just looked at you. 

“Y/N I love you like I’m love with you and I want to be with you when I’m with you i think of this amazing future and this whole life for us and all I want is to walk into work with you holding hands and going home to you and talking about my day with you the good bad and the everything in between” he said 

You just sat there just soaking everything in. You felt a tear came down from your face. 

“Will I love you too I want everything with you” you said taking his hand and squeezing it. 

He kissed you again and the same butterflies came rushing up . 

“It’s about damn time i mean look at me how could you make me wait this long” you said punching his arm 

“Ouch sorry your alright but come on your the lucky one” he said laughing 

“Ew no I could have done better you were just available” you said laughing 

He put you into a headlock and you tried to worm your way out yelling he was going to ruin your make up.

When he finally let you go you straighten yourself up

“Come on I look fine as hell in this dress and I’m not ready to go home there’s this bomb bar right across the street let’s go” you said 

“Sounds good” he said 

The two of you held hands and walked over to the bar. The rest of the night was a lot more laughing and fun. 

You were grateful for Will he always made things so much fun always made you feel good. It was so surreal to fall in love with your best friend.

#will halstead #will halstead x reader #will halstead imagine #chicago med #chicago med imagine #chicago med x reader #chicago med one shot #will halstead one shot #nick gehlfuss

[petersnya]

SOMETIMES

PETER PARKER X FEM!READER

---NOT MY PHOTO/GIF---

PART ONE

Prompt/Summary: “...some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes…” /// Peter Parker meets the love of his life. But is he the love of hers? Having a bad past always affects the future.

Warnings: ANGST, FLUFF, SMUT(light smut towards the end xxx tehe) ECT. 

Word count: 3026

[A/N]Wattupp! So I have been busy with volleyball lately but I finally have the time to write! I got this idea while I was in class and it seemed like it would be perfect lol. I love Marvel so much like I grew up reading the comics so I’m excited to write this ( I'm in love with Peter Parker/Tom Holland too ). I'm thinking this should be a series??? Idk. Let me know what you think! ENJOY AND SHARE WITH YOUR FRIENDS!! Explicit content ahead…(this was also inspired by a song I love called moral of the story. tehe I love Niall Horan bruh) 

-J.T.S xxx

“Sup Parker, ” a tall, curly-haired girl rushed through the front door of Peter Parker's apartment. “Aunt May here?” the girl questioned the brown-eyed boy who was frantically following the girl with his eyes from his seated position on the couch. 

“No, uh, she's not. She's at work actually- wait what are you doing here MJ?” Peter questioned the girl, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. He stood from the couch, approaching the kitchen counter that MJ was standing behind, putting whatever she had run into the house with in the kitchen drawer. 

“Uh, just… Hangin’ out, ” MJ explained, shrugging her shoulder as she hopped onto the counter facing Peter, swinging her legs with an innocent look on her face. 

“Yeah sure, I'm not gonna believe tha -” 

“MJ! The hell is wrong with you! Give them back you oversized giraffe!” a loud banging on the door caught MJ and Peter’s attention making them turn their heads towards it. MJ, not looking shocked at all, but Peter having a tariffed look on his face. 

“We’re the same height dumbass!” MJ shouted back to the girl on the other side of the door with a smirk on her face. Peter was confused by the situation. Turning his head back at MJ, who was silently snickering, he questioned, “Who the hell is that?”, the tan girl, who was now standing next to him, made her way to open the door. 

“MJ gets the fuck out here and give me my-” the mystery girl on the other side of the door was cut off by the door opening in her face. She stood there in shock, looking past MJ at the curly-haired boy standing next to her. Peter looked away from MJ then at the girl who was standing in the doorway. He couldn’t help but stare at her, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. Peter was taken aback when suddenly, her lips curled into a wide smile. She pointed her finger at MJ, the at Peter, and back again. Peter had no idea what was going on until MJ’s smirk that she had faded off of her face.

“No. No, no, no, ” she said grabbing the girl's hand and pushing it down to her side. 

“And who is this MJ?” she said slyly. 

“This is…” MJ paused, glancing back at Peter then back to the girl at the door. “Penis Parker.” she then said with a slight chuckle. 

“Hey! Wha- no! That’s not my name! MJ I swear to-“ 

“Your mom named you penis?” She said, raising an eyebrow in confusion. MJ laughed walking out of the door and next to the girl. “And this is my cousin, Y/N.” 

“Sup man,” Y/N said to Peter with a big goofy grin on her face. 

“Alright we’ll be leaving now,” MJ said grabbing her cousin’s hand, dragging her away from the door. 

“Penis is kinda hot cuz. How have you not fu-“ 

“We’re leaving!” MJ shouted over Y/N, dragging her out of the way to where Peter couldn’t see them anymore, but just in Peter’s favor, he heard everything.

\\\

The next day, Peter was walking out of school with MJ and his best friend, Ned. 

“So MJ, I heard you have a cousin. Y/N…” Ned said, leaning forward, looking across Peter to see MJ who was walking on the other side of him. Peter hit Ned on the shoulder with his, silently telling him to stop talking about it. MJ chuckle. 

“Well uh, I gotta go. See you guys later! Good luck Pete.” Ned said with a wink as he walked towards the bus.

“Wait, Ned! We ride the bus- together… whatever.”

MJ and Peter walked down the stairs talking about all their classes, the teachers they hated, and other things. As they made their way to the sidewalk they heard someone yelling at them, causing both of them to turn their heads towards the loud voice. 

“Ah. I forgot, Y/N’s picking me up today.” 

“Y/N? Oh…” Peter said, trying to hide the blush on his face. Every time he thought about her, he couldn’t help but re-play the words she said yesterday: ...he’s kinda hot… Peters has never had that sort of attention given to him by a girl especially one that looked like Y/N. To him, she was an angel. But Peter, being the typical person he was, wouldn’t even think about approaching her- being afraid of rejection. 

“How old is she?” Peter asked curiously, the thought lingering in his mind. 

“Our age. She’s home-schooled.” the tall her said, stuffing her hands in the side pockets of her jacket. Peter looked at her curiously, if she’s home-schooled then why is she with MJ all the time now? 

“Her uh, her dad just recently passed, due to health difficulties, so she and her mom moved down here to get a new start. While her mom is trying to get their new house and a stable job down in Queens she will be staying with me for about… a year I think. I, of course, let her stay with me. She’s my favorite cousin and I don’t want her to be alone during this ruff time.” she explained, practically reading Peter’s expression. He nodded in response, his eyes glued to his feet.

“MJ! MJ come on! Harry Potter re-run of the first two movies start in T-minus 10 minutes and I have to go pick up my new sweatshirt!” Y/N yelled from her car while honking the horn. The upper half of her body sticking out of the driver’s window while her forearms supported her on the roof of her car.

“Annnddd, she kinda a nerd, but she considers herself just ‘well educated’.” Peter chuckled as he looked at Y/N. Once they got to the car, MJ threw her backpack in the passenger window. Y/N slide back into her window, shoving the bag in the back. MJ then opened the car door and hopped in, clicking her seat belt. She waved bye to Peter.

“Bye Peter Parker.”

“Later MJ.”

“Oooh, so his name isn’t penis… I knew it! Peter, it’s cute. Sup Parker!” 

Peter started to blush but it was hard to see from his face already red from the heat of the sun. He smiled and waved to her, noticing how her Y/E/C eyes glistened in the sun.

“H-hey, Y/N.” He said toying with the strap of his bag, his curls in his face. 

“Heyyy! You should come watch the Harry Potter movies three and four with me and MJ Friday! You can even bring that one guy you guys are always talking to.” She said leaning on the steering wheel, looking at Peter through her long, mascara coated eyelashes.

“Sure I’d love to come… wait- do you have your driver's license?” the question lingered in Peter’s mind.

“Nope!” Y/N yelled as she sped away, the tires of the car screeching on the road. Peter could still hear their loud laughter of the two cousins as they drove away.

That night while Peter was patrolling as Spider-Man, he stopped and landed on the building next to MJ’s place. There was a window that was the only lit room. He thought it was MJ so he was going to go up and scare her, but once he got closer, he could see that it was Y/N. His heartbeat quickened as he watched her walk over to her bed, putting her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing an oversized black T-shirt. As she was putting her hair up, she stretched her arms causing her shirt to reveal her very small underwear. Peter could feel his suit beginning to get uncomfortable at the view in front of him.

Quickly, Peter swung away from the building making his way home before Y/N or anyone could see him.

He crawled back into his window making sure to stay quiet so that Aunt May wouldn’t hear. Once he had his suit off, he showed and got into bed. Peter couldn’t sleep that night. He couldn’t help but think about Y/N. She was tattooed in his brain and, of course, tattoos don’t go away. 

///

The days went by slow, well, they went slow to Peter. He was overly excited to go to MJ’s place and watch a movie with Y/N. That was the only person on his mind, her. But those slow days soon went by and it was Friday afternoon. Peter was so anxious he practically ran home to put his school stuff away and then ran to MJ’s. 

He approached the door to her place and knocked on the door with his fist. Peter whipped his sweaty palms on his flannel, waiting for the door to open. 

“What up Pete! MJ said you would be here around this time. Come on in man.” Y/N said as she flung open the door with a soft smile on her face. Peter couldn’t get enough of her energetic personality. He followed Y/N, closing the door behind him. The brown-eyed boy couldn’t help but admire her as she walked in front of him. Her outfit consists of high-waisted but loose jeans, a plain black tube top with a very large flannel that was left unbuttoned. 

“Uh, Michelle and your other friend… Ned! That’s his name, I can never remember,” she chuckled nervously, “they uh- went to the store to go get snacks and food so they should be back in a little while. I’m gonna go get some blankets and stuff from my room for the movies, there pretty long so I wanna be comfortable. Wanna help?” Y/N said as she started to walk towards her room, looking over her shoulder to see if Peter was following.

“Oh, yeah, sure I’ll help you,” he said, slowly trailing behind her. As they went into her room she started to grab blankets and pillows, tossing them by the door. Peter couldn’t help but admire her well-decorated room, it fits her personality so well, he thought to himself. He walked over to her tall nightstand and saw a pair of glasses sitting on them. For some reason, they intrigued him. 

“Do you mind?” he asked. “Nah, not at all,” Y/N replied not looking up from the pile of blankets in the corner, waving her hand in a ‘go ahead’ motion. Peter shrugged and turned his attention back to the glasses. They were small and black, they didn’t look like they would fit her face. He picked them up, examining them curiously. Y/N looked over at Peter, immediately dropping everything in her hands and rushing over to him. She snatched the glasses out of his hand and put them in her drawer. Peter was taken aback by this sudden action, raising his hands in a surrendering motion. 

“Don’t touch those,” Y/N said harshly. She looked at Peter’s face that was plastered with an apologetic look. “I- I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. My… my dad gave me those,” she explained. Peter mumbled an ‘it’s ok’ under his breath. 

She walked over to the edge of her bed, scooting over to give Peter room to sit down. He took the hint and went to sit next to her. Y/N sat there, her leg bouncing as she tried to take steady breathes to calm herself down, fiddling with the many rings on her fingers. 

“Hey, you ok Y/N?” Peter asked, placing a hand gently on her shoulder. She looked up at him with glossed-over eyes. She let out a shaky breath and nodded. Licking her lips, she began to explain. 

“Well uh, m-my dad, he uh… he passed away about two weeks ago. When I was younger we used to always read together and I would have trouble saying some of the words. My mom thought it was just cause I couldn’t read properly yet but my dad always said ‘my little girl is the smarts little girl I know… she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father,’ Y/N paused, sniffing while wiping the tear that rolled down her cheek before continuing, “He bought me those glasses after the eye doctor told me my vision was terrible. The day before he passed away, he took the glasses off that he had and handed them to me. I tried to stop him and tell him that I had some, but all he did was look at my mom and then back at me and said, ‘she’s just as blind as a bat, like her father.’” the last part came out in a whisper. 

Reaching over to her bedside table, Y/N grabbed a pair of circular glasses that looked like they were from the Harry Potter movie. “My dad loved Harry Potter, I never wear them though cause I-I’m just...scared. I don’t know why though. It’s just silly.” she said with a slight smile. “MJ took my contacts from me just a few days ago to get me to wear them and I still haven’t gotten them back.” so that’s why she came over that day, Peter wondered. 

Peter was about to say something but MJ and Ned came into the apartment, yelling that they were back with the snacks and food. 

“T-minus 10 minutes Y/N,” MJ yelled from the kitchen.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a second,” Y/N shouted back to her, “you should go ahead.”

Peter got up to leave the room, but before he did he turned to say something,  “I think that your dad would want you to wear them, Y/N. Trust me,” he said with a soft smile that caused Y/N to smile back at him.

///

“Dude, where’s Y/N? She’s never late for an H.P movie,” MJ questioned. Peter and Ned looked at each other shrugging before looking back at her. Only two minutes later, Y/N came walking out of her room, they all turned their heads to look. 

“Ok, I’m ready for the movie,” she said with a big goofy smile on her face. Peter and MJ looked at her in shock. Ned had no idea what was going on and just sat and ate popcorn. Y/N had on some shorts and a Slytherin sweatshirt, but that wasn’t the shocking part. She was wearing her dad’s glasses. 

“What? Do you guys not like my sweatshirt?” 

“I think it’s great,” Ned said giving her a thumbs up. 

“Thanks, Ned, glad to see someone appreciates it,” Y/N said sarcastically. MJ and Peter looked at each other. Peter was about to say something but MJ put a finger up signaling for him not to. Y/N sat between MJ and Peter on the couch, grabbing a bag of chips while adjusting the glasses on her face. She looked over at Peter mouthing the word ‘thank you’  causing Peter to blush but hid it quickly.

About thirty minutes into the movie, Y/N got comfortable and snuggled her head into MJ’s shoulder while MJ laid her head onto of Y/N’s. Y/N had her exposed long, smooth legs draped over Peter’s thighs. This sent Peters mind wondering: 

As she slowly straddled my lap, I placed my hands on her thighs, keeping her steady. My large hands squeezed at her exposed skin. I ran them to her ass, repeating the motion causing her to jerk, rubbing her core against jeans, making her moan quietly in my ear. Her arms hugged around my neck. She moved her head to where her lips were perfectly leveld with mine. She connected her lips with mine in a soft kiss, but I wanted more. I needed more. I ran my tongue over her bottom lips, squeezing her ass in my hand once again. Her lips were parted slightly, giving me access to slip my tongue into her mouth. She surprised me with her next move. She wrapped her lips around my tongue then released it with a slight smacking noise. This made me harder than I was before- if that was even possible. We sat there for a second, staring into each other’s eyes, noticing how they were filled with lust. Before I could even think my actions through, I removed my hand from her ass, grabbing her jaw and pulling her facing into mine, catching her lips and lustful but passionate kiss. My tongue almost immediately won the dominance against hers. I flipped us so that I was on top and started to trail kisses down her exposed stomach. Her thighs wrapped around my head as her back arched off of the bed. I put my hands on her lower back. I started to tease her soaked-

“I don’t see how you like Draco Malfoy?” Ned’s voice snapped Peter out of his daydream, turning his head over to Ned who was munching on a handful of popcorn.  

“What!” MJ and Y/N screamed. Ned and Peter both turned their heads to them, wondering why they seemed so upset. “What do you mean why do we like Draco Malfoy,” MJ said.

“What type of question is that?” Y/N said, finishing her sentence. This caused MJ and Y/N to go into a whole ordeal on why Draco is their favorite character. All Peter could do was watch the way her pink lips moved as she explained. 

This helped Peter calm down from his daydream and stoping his hard-on to be seen. Thank God…

///

That night, Peter laid awake in his bed, thinking about how Y/N looked in his fantasy. He wished that it was really like so so badly. He couldn’t help to feel this attraction towards her, from the first time he saw her. It wasn’t just her good looks, even though to Peter she was stunning, it was her style, her personality, the way her eyes squinted and her cheekbones rose when she laughed. The way she would ramble about anything and everything. His last thought before he drifted into sleep rang in his brain,

Does she feel the same? 

[A/N] Hey bestie :))) hope you liked this chapter! Thank you for the support and make sure to send me ideas for imagines you guys want! IM GONNA TRY TO UPLOAD EVERY DAY OR EVERY OTHER DAY AT 5:30/6:30 PM. 

 DISCLAIMER!!! THE NEXT CHAPTER IS FULL OF SMUT.. are you ready?

-J.T.S xxx

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[engagedzukka]

hi! so i saw a challenge a few weeks back to start making monthly fic recaps and i thought it seemed like a really fun idea. i also had the pleasure of reading a ton of amazing fics this past month, so i have a lot of recommendations! so without further ado, here are my favorite fics of january 2021: 

take my hand, wreck my plans by @zukkababey (11k, rated T): this gorgeous fic has been a long time coming and it was so, so, SO worth it! loosely based on the song “willow” by taylor swift, it picks up immediately post-canon and, with a little angst, explores zuko’s hesitance to become the leader of the fire nation. it has a very, VERY happy and heartfelt ending! this fic is also technically a sequel to one of MY fics AND technically a birthday gift for me, so it holds an especially special place in my heart! 

king of my heart by @bisexuallsokka (4k, rated T): basically this fic is peak idiots-to-lovers and my heart swells every time i think about it. in this modern, university AU 5+1, zuko struggles (A LOT) to keep his crush on his best friend a secret. i’m not kidding when i say this fic will change how you view hot cheetos forever. this fic was ALSO gifted to me and i’m still not over it. 

Speed Dating by @tysukis (6.5k, rated T): please believe me when i say this is just about the most hilarious zukka fic i’ve read in my life. without giving too much away, this fic begins in the aftermath of sokka being hit by a car and assuring his sister “Katara- of course I looked. I did. I looked both ways, both handsome and radiant. Get it?” plus, zuko is a sexy doctor. what more do you need??? i honestly just wish i was as funny as scarlet is. 

seven(teen) minutes in heaven by @bisexuallsokka (rated T, 3.5k): yes another jo fic because...AHH! after losing a bet to toph, sokka and zuko are locked in a closet and well...the title says the rest. i promise you’ve never read a kiss like this one! (also, because jo is amazingly prolific, i have to give a shoutout to that’s ruff, buddy and the road not taken (looks real good now), two other incredible works from this month!) 

victory lap by @dickpuncher420 (26k, rated T): olympics AU, hockey player sokka + figure skater zuko. this is one of those ones where you get into it knowing it’s going to be good, and it ends up being so, SO much better. the tension and the flirting between these two is just absolutely unmatched. if for some reason you have been putting off reading this fic, take this as a sign that IT’S TIME! 

#fic rec #zukka #zukkababey #bisexuallsokka #tysukis #dickpuncher420

[cacoetheswriting]

idea of perfection

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Warnings: kinda angsty, subtle mentions of weight / body image issues Word Count: 1.3k Request: anonymous: “i was wondering if you could write something with Spencer and a plus size reader based on the song heather but please let them end up together.” A/N: so for context i made jj ‘heather’ in this fic. this kinda takes place around the first season so will isn't in the picture yet and spencer is crushing on her. hope you like it!

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The air caught in your throat as the petite blonde entered the room. She neatly placed the latest case files on the conference table and peeked up at you; a warm grin illuminating her already perfect features. Your mouth twitched into an awkward half-smile before she turned her attention to the screen turning it on.

Your eyes however were still fixated on her. Rather on what she was wearing. A burgundy sweater you knew all too well hung loosely on her figure. Underneath, she wore a white blouse. Silk no doubt. The collar was elegantly placed around the ruff making the colour of the sweater pop even more.

There was no denying JJ looked great, like an off-duty runway model. When you were lucky enough to wear that exact same burgundy garment that one afternoon it clung to your body tightly, you were afraid you might stretch it out on him. You glanced down at your stomach and sighed quietly.

A million questions raced through your mind. Why was JJ wearing that? Where did she get it? Did he give it to her? Obviously he must have, that was the only logical explanation, but why did he give it to her. Why? Why-

The young doctor entered the briefing room and immediately breaking you away from your thoughts. Sitting up straight in your chair you watched as Spencer sat down across from you, his eyes glued to JJ. The two of them exchanged soft smiles. He complimented her awkwardly, pointing at the sweater. Her smile widened. “Thanks Spence. And thank you for letting me borrow it.”  

The lump in your throat grew tighter with every passing second. It was clear that the blonde cared about him deeply. Whether her feelings were romantic or platonic no-one really knew but either way you couldn't compete with JJ. A sight for sore eyes. Brighter than the blue sky. You stood no chance. It made you want to curl into a ball and cry.

“You have to just come clean Y/N.” Elle whispered as the two of you walked out of the briefing. “Are you crazy?” You muttered back. “Babe, you will never know until you try.” “I do know. He likes her.” Elle shrugged. “I know in my gut that the pretty doctor has his eyes set on you.” “You’re delusional.” “You’re delusional.” She walked around her desk, reaching underneath for her things. You rolled your eyes playfully at the brunette and proceeded to grab your own go-bag before the two of you headed for the elevator together. 

Elle has been your friend since day one. Your ‘partner and confidant’ as she calls it. She is the only person on the team that knows your true feelings towards Spencer. Sworn to secrecy, she nudges you a little everyday to ask him out. Encourages you to make small talk with the young doctor, sit next to him at the bar during afterwork drinks or on the jet - which is exactly what she prompted you to do when stepping onto the aircraft.

She nudged you gently, yet effectively, making you stumble into the free seat beside Spencer.  

“Hi.” “Hello.” He greeted you with a warm smile. It made your heart skip a beat.

“What are you reading?” You asked, pointing to the book in his lap. He showed you the front cover before answering. “The Lucifer Effect by Philip Zimbardo.” “What’s it about?” You probed while making yourself comfortable. “It explores why good people can be convinced to act evil and where the line is really drawn between good and bad. It also gives an excellent insight into the power of roles and group identity, and how humans can become cruel very quickly in the right situation.”  

Trying to get a quick scan of the page Spencer was currently on, you leaned towards him. It wasn’t until he stopped talking that you realised how suddenly close the two of you were. Nervously, you looked up to find he was already looking at you. 

“W-well-” You cleared your throat. “Be sure to let me know if it’s worth the read when you’re finished.” Spencer nodded, still looking at you. “I suspect I’ll have just enough time to make a coffee.” You joked awkwardly hoping he’d laugh. He did. 

“If eh- if you make me one too I can summarise the book for you.” 

“It’s a date.” 

It took you a second to register the sentence that has just come out of your mouth. You bit your tongue, eyes wide with horror. But Spencer didn't seem to mind, maybe he misunderstood what you meant. Or maybe he didn't realise that you said it because in that moment Morgan slumped down across from you. 

“So pretty boy, couldn't help but notice that JJ was wearing your favourite sweater this morning.” Spencer’s eyes darted from you to Derek. You took note of the slight reddish blush greeting the young doctors facial features. Nervously, he cleared his throat.“I let her borrow it.” “Nice one kid!” Morgan exclaimed with a grin as you sulked back into your seat; heart aching.

The rest of the day flew by in the blink of an eye. It was suddenly two in the morning and the whole team was heading back to the hotel, all equally exhausted. 

As usual you were bunking with Elle who called dibs on the bathroom and disappeared the moment you set foot inside your room. Through the wall, you could hear the shower being switched on accompanied by Elle’s not so quiet humming. 

There was a knock on the door breaking you away from listening to the concert Elle was performing. With a smile on your face, you headed to open it. The young doctor greeted you on the other side. 

“Spencer, what are you doing here?” 

He held up the book he was reading earlier. “I’m here for our date.” 

You blinked - did you hear that correctly? “I-uh” “It-It’s late I know, but I eh didn't want you thinking I stood you up.” With a raised brow, you stepped out into the hall closing the door behind you. You couldn’t tell whether he was being serious. Obviously not, right? 

“Spencer, I was just kidding around.” You lied, instantly regretting it. His face fell. “Oh, I’m sorry Y/N. I’ll eh I’m just gonna go.” He hesitated briefly before turning on his heel to walk away. “Goodnight Y/N.” 

The young doctor began to stride down the hall. You cursed quietly as Elle’s comment to ‘come clean’ flashed like an alert in your head. 

“Spencer wait!” 

He froze and immediately turned back to look in your direction. Taking a deep breath, you took a couple of steps towards him. He did the same and the two of you met in the middle. 

“I lied, I wasn’t kidding. I would love to go on a date with you.” Anxiously, you pulled at the hem of your shirt as you continued on. There were tears forming in your eyes. “But then I think, why would you ever want to go out with someone like- like me. Someone who looks like me when you could easily be with the perfect petite JJ. Why would you ever kiss me? I'm not even half as pretty. She’s perfect and, well, I’m not.” 

Finally, you mustered up the courage to look up from your feet and meet his inviting soft gaze. “The idea of perfection is outdated in my opinion.” Spencer stated while taking a step forward so that you were now standing chest to chest.

“Imagine looking at a rainbow and complaining that one of the colours wasn't perfect. That be ridiculous, yet it’s exactly what humans do when we judge ourselves for our imperfections. We forget that as humans we are also part of nature and therefore should fall into acceptance of the natural state of life which happens to be imperfect.” 

Slowly, and slightly awkwardly, the young doctor lifted his hand to cup your cheek. You leaned into his warm touch without hesitation. “H-however to me Y/N,” He paused. “, y-you are perfect.” 

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[jockedguy]

Party Time, Bro

The fireworks woke me up out of a deep, sound sleep.  Some idiot was blasting off a handful of them in the neighborhood, and we were isolated enough that it was unlikely any authority figure would be showing up to tell them to quit.

They were exploding in staggered patterns, too — not just one after the other, in a fusillade of sound, but one, then a minute or two would go by before the next one would perform its whistling shriek into the sky, just as I was about to cross over the threshhold back into unconsciousness.  If I were to guess, I’d say they were the fireworks known locally as ‘screamers,’ probably the loudest of the bunch sold down at the store by the beach.

Dimly, I could hear the sound of partygoers, raucously, and likely drunkenly, hollering at one another after the firework completed its scream.  Behind their noise was the sound of a bass, thudding in tune with whatever song was playing.

I rolled over and blearily looked at the clock.  It was ten after eleven.  I really should have just let everything go, maybe shoved my head under the pillowcase and gone back to sleep, but for some reason the shrillness of the screamers, and the jarringly inconsistent rhythm of their explosions, set my teeth on edge.  

Finally, I threw back the sheets.  I sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, listening for just one more scream.  I promised myself — just one more scream, and I would go do something about it.  But maybe that last one wouldn’t come, and I could just drift back into sleep.

The moment elongated.  I even felt my eyelids getting heavier as I sat there, slouched in my t-shirt and boxer shorts, and then, just as I was on the precipice of falling, it came again.

Pop.  Whistle.  Shriiiiiiiiek!

“That does it,” I muttered to myself, eyes flown wide open, all vestiges of sleep gone.  I stood up, wobbling a bit, and grabbed the pair of shorts I’d been wearing that day from the floor, struggling into them.  The dog, sleeping in the corner, lifted his head.  I could hear the jangle of his tags as he did, but, seeing that it was only me, I heard them jangle again, and then heard him emit a little *ruff* of contentment before sliding back into doggo-sleep.

Another screamer, this time almost seeming like it could careen into my bedroom window, shatter the glass and explode next to my eardrum.  I grabbed my phone from the night stand table, winced, and steeled my resolve, heading out into the bristling night.

The wind was cool against my skin as I stepped outside, letting the screen door bang shut behind me.  It sounded like the fireworks, and the party, were just on the other side of the woods from my house.

I like the woods.  There’s a sense of peace, of concealment.  And when you’ve had the kind of life that I’ve had, that kind of thing comes at a cost.  No one bothers me out here.  At least, not yet.  Every once in awhile, you get some jackasses like these, blowing off some steam in one of the rental houses up here, but for the most part, it’s quiet.  

I slid on my running sneakers, still sat next to the front door, on the stoop, and cracked my neck from side to side, trying to work out the lassitude in my muscles.  The shiny black hulk of my SUV in the driveway gleamed in what little moonlight there was.  I was far enough out that there weren’t any streetlights, but I know the road pretty well by now, and I knew the houses around.

My footsteps crunched on the loose gravel as I headed down the road, betraying my presence, but I didn’t bother to slow my steps.  Part of me wished I’d brought the dog — leashed — but he’d offer a pretty convincing growl and snap of the teeth if threatened.

Not that I was planning on being threatened, but you never knew.

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Birds of a Feather

Raven takes a deep breath in through her nose. The Titans were coming. Surely these criminals wouldn’t keep them occupied for too much longer.

They were low-level crooks, the kind that mugged little old grandmas and robbed convenience stores with fake guns. They didn’t even have a pair of handcuffs. How they could afford a magic suppressant was beyond her. But here she was, locked in a dingy room with a leaky roof, unable to access her magic.

Remember that part about them not having handcuffs? Yeah, that was arguably the worst bit. Because these teens weren’t stupid. They knew leaving her bound with a rope wouldn't hold her for long.

So they’d bound her with barbed wire.

Her wrists were tied together so tightly she was already bleeding from where the spikes bit into her flesh. Then they’d done the same thing up the entire length of her arms and legs. She was never wearing a leotard into combat again.

She was bleeding all over and she knew struggling would just make things ten times worse. She had to wait out the fight and wait for her friends to find her. The sounds of battle grew further away and the ring leader stepped in, another needle in his hand.

All Raven could do was watch as her magic was once again squashed and darkness claimed her.

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The Titans didn’t find her. At least not before she was dragged to a new location time and time again.

She’d lost track of time a while ago. She hadn’t had any food or water and she suspected she was only alive because of her inaccessible magic. They kept pulling suppressants out of nowhere and her initial assumption of misguided teens was replaced with kids who were honestly enjoying the bad life. She was still bound by the barbed wire and her cage reeked of infection.

The longer she was imprisoned, the higher her chances of being found because Titans never stopped looking until they found a body. This meant potential underworld buyers were becoming increasingly desperate to close a deal and the teens slowly raised their prices. But a deal had been made and the buyer was coming.

Raven wondered who it was. The possibilities were endless.

Outside her door, there was the sound of glass breaking and wood cracking. Her captors cried out in pain, there were grunts of exertion, and then silence. Raven waited, numb to what new sick master awaited her.

But the door to her cell opened gently. A tall, well-built man with a red helmet covering his face came in. His black leather jacket and pants were dirty but not with blood, which must be a first for the Red Hood.

“I didn’t kill them,” he said “didn’t even ruff them up bad enough to warrant more than a cast. I figured you would appreciate that.”

His voice was soft, but it was still different from what she remembered. This wasn’t the boy she knew, he was dangerous.

Then he pulled something out of his pocket. The yellow was dirty now, but it was unmistakably a T-Communicator.

“When they said you were missing I started looking. Used an old alias to outbid the others.” Hood explained.

Raven didn’t respond.

Slowly, he removed his helmet and blue eyes gazed at her. “I bet you’re real drugged up, but it’s okay. It’s me, Robin.”

“Robin is a thirteen-year-old kid with all the softness of a porcupine,” she countered, her voice barely audible as it passed her cracked lips.

Red Hood sighed, squatting and rocking back on his heels. “I’m Jason Todd, Rae.”

“If you’re really our Robin,” Raven said, “why did you never come back?”

He looked away. “Like you said, I’m not Robin anymore. After the things I’ve done, I’ll never be. You and I both know Starfire won’t get that.”

Raven did understand. Starfire would undoubtedly try to rekindle the spark between the two and it was clear Jason didn’t want that anymore. He’d changed too much to want that kind of relationship with the alien princess anymore.

“Besides” he continued “I didn’t think you’d want to see me.”

“You’re stupid.” Raven shot back.

Jason came closer and examined her as gently as he could. She couldn’t hold in a gasp as he gingerly touched her.

Jason frowned. “I’m not sure which would do more harm: cutting and removing the wire or carrying you with it still on.”

“Where would you take me?” she choked past her tears.

“Alfred,” he said as if that answered everything. Maybe to him it did.

“Just carry me,” she said.

Jason put his helmet back down and knelt, lifting her as gently as possible. Still, she couldn’t help but scream when her legs folded over his arms and the wire bit even deeper into them. It was only a few jostling steps before she passed out.

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When Raven came to the pain was dulled and her magic once more answered her call, though it was sluggish. But perhaps that was because Raven herself was sluggish from painkillers. She expected to wake up in the Batcave, but light was trickling past the curtains and she was lying in a soft bed. Neither of those were present in the caverns beneath Wayne Manor.

She turned to see Jason asleep in the chair next to her and a look down revealed Cass on her phone on the floor. She glanced up and gave a friendly wave. Raven offered her a small smile.

The smile quickly turned into a grimace as pain shot up her arms and legs. She glanced down and winced at the angry red marks, several stitched up, where the barbed wire had once been.

Cass sat up, eyes bright. “Pain meds?”

Raven gave a nod and Cass scampered out of the room. Jason jerked awake with the opening of the door.

“Thanks for the save,” she whispered.

He gave her a tired smile. “What are friends for?” He stood up and stretched, “Well, you’re in good hands. I gotta go.”

“Avoiding the other Titans?”

Jason shrugged, something he would have never done as the serious team leader she had known. “Got it in one.”

“Jay?”

“Yeah, Rae?”

“I’d like to be friends with Red Hood.”

Jason grinned. “I’ll let him know.”

And he hopped out the window. Yep, definitely not the Robin she’d known. But still Jason.

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Shower - Keanu Reeves x Reader

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Word Count : 4690

Warnings : NSFW, Smut, Shower Sex. 18+ only. Fluff.

Summary : After Y/N returns from lunch with friends, and Keanu returns from training, they decide to have a *steamy* shower session together. 

A/N : There is plot lol I swear. Also side note, this is my first actual smut centered one shot & I’m still trying to learn how to write smut pls be nice :(

The lacy bra you were wearing had begun to really pierce into your skin, as you had finally pulled into the driveway of your home. You had just returned from a small brunch get together a couple of your friends threw in their home. It was a semi formal affair, you had opted for a long sleeve short dress best suited for the January cold, and some classic heels.

Keanu hadn’t been able to come with you today, which did upset you minisculely, although you knew he would have been there with you, had it been in his power. He was currently in the training paradigm, getting prepared for upcoming projects; possessing an immense passion for the craft, nonetheless, and that was enough to keep you happy. Knowing he was happy.

A few people had inquired on his whereabouts, why he hadn’t accompanied you to the party. Keanu was a private man, translating to much of the industry populace being unaware of your relationship. Nevertheless, that didn’t mean it hadn’t been speculated by the mass of the tabloids. Whether it was a cradle of hands during an evening city walk, or candid portraits clicked at dinner, it had been a frequent in Hollywood news. It was bound to happen, you had been in a committed relationship for a little over three & a half years now.

Regardless, both your friend circles and acquaintances knew. Everyone you’d regularly socialized with knew how smitten you were by each other, and how well things were progressing. Needless to say however, much like today, there were plenty of times Keanu couldn’t company you to events hosted, due to his jam packed schedule. You didn’t mind, he’d never let the thought of you not being his biggest priority cross your mind. You knew just how much you meant to him. He showed you that in private, to the only person who really mattered. It was irritating when people constantly pressed on your relationship, asking where he was. You didn’t like feeling compelled to prove how inviolable your relationship was to the world.

Stepping out of the car, you felt small beads of water begin to pepper your skin. The news reported a storm approaching, the gray clouds, as big, somber balls of cotton in the sky proved right. With a scamper, you bolt to the door, your need desperate to get out of the rather uncomfortable outfit. With the auburn and earthy dead winter leaves propelling themselves through the atmosphere, and a wind chill, cold and arctic practically roaring at your exposed skin, you sighed relief once you reached the front door.

With a jingle of your keys, you let yourself in, immediately rushing up the wooden stairs as you kick your heels off. The house was hushed, peaceful, everything left untouched. Keanu wouldn’t be home for a few hours, presumably. Sighing, you run a hand through your now tousled hair, letting yourself into your shared bedroom, the white framed door creaking in the process. You swore your eyes must have lit up a golden hue, seeing Keanu unpacking his gym bag by the dresser, throwing dirty clothes into the wash hamper. His eyes find yours, spotting you walk into the bed room.

“Hey, beautiful.” He smiles, eyeing your outfit. Anytime Keanu saw you in a dress, he felt his breath hitch. He loved how astounding, staggering your legs looked, velvety and silken. How perfectly crafted your body beheld, the dress perfectly embracing each curve, highlighting your femininity in all the right ways.

“Hi. You’re home early?” you say, as you walk up to him, enclosing your arms around his neck, stowing a kiss on his cheek. His arms wrap around your waist immediately.

“Finished early. How was it? You look stunning, hun.” he replies, observing your lips, smoothing his hands over your hips. You run your hand through his hair, ruffling it a little, before sighing.

“It was alright. Everyone kept asking where you were.” You tried your best not to frown, intending to refrain making him feel bad. You knew he wanted to be there with you. “It’s alright though, work is important.” You smiled, cupping his cheek, assuring him.

“I’m sorry, baby. You know I’d be there in a heartbeat if I could. You’re not upset, right?” he asks, grabbing the wrist of your hand caressing his cheek, pressing a feather light kiss onto it.

“No, of course not.” You promise. “Why are you so warm and damp?” You chuckle, rubbing his shoulder.

He begins to back away out of your touch. “I’m all sweaty and gross. Sorry.” He frowns. You grin back, turning to walk away from him as you throw your hair into a messy bun. 

“You know I don’t mind, love.” As you walked to your vanity, you began taking off your earrings in the process. “How was training? You’re not too sore, are you?”

“I’m alright. Could really use a shower.” He speaks from the other side of the room. He’s browsing his side of the walk in for a fresh pair of shirt and pants. Sauntering out, his favourite gray Arch t-shirt in hand, paired with black sweats, he catches a glimpse of you sat on your vanity, wiping off your makeup. To him, you looked divine, beatific, bewitching. In moments like this, when you were quite frankly just doing you own thing, existing around him, he found himself immensely in awe with you. How deep he’d fallen in love with you over the years. You seize him staring through the mirror. “Care to help me with my zipper?” you smile.

“Of course.” He walks up behind you, crouching slightly to reach the top of your zip. As he brings it down steadily, gradually exposing your back, your skin looking so seamless and smooth, he finds his pants grow a little tighter than before. As the sleeves of the dress fall gracefully off your shoulders, leaving them bare, you wince slightly at the cold air that brushes them.

Keanu can’t help himself, as he brings his hands to rest on your waist, his head finding comfort in the crook of your neck. His tender lips are browsing the skin, placing delicate kisses along the surface. Every now and then, his tongue softly grazes your neck, nibbling, causing butterflies to quiver in your mid. You bring your hand up behind you, to tangle in his soft, lengthy locks. “Baby…” you gasp.

As Keanu’s hands begin to lightly move, massaging your hips, you know he’s in the mood for a quick…or not to quick rumble. Truthfully, you wouldn’t mind being with him right now, having him. Despite your busy lives, together and apart, your sex life had never suffered, your desire for each other still as strong since the day you met. As you turn around, faintly touching, facing him, his lips are now on your jaw, tugging at the dress that still rests above your chest. “Can I?” he asks, asking permission to discard it off you fully.

“You know you don’t have to ask…” you bite your lip, staring him right in the eyes, your own orbs suggestive. Keanu doesn’t linger a second longer, skillful fingers beginning to peel the material off your delicate, exquisite skin. As he finds your breasts, covered with the lace bra, he immediately begins placing open mouthed kisses just above the fabric, stocky fingers working at the hook. “So beautiful, baby. Just for me.” He breaths, as you palm his now very distinguishable bulge. You nudge him gently, raising yourself to stand as his hands refuse to leave your body.

“How’s that shower sound?” you say breathlessly, gripping his nape.

“Sounds fucking amazing.” He smiles, capturing your lips in a searing kiss. You disconnect briefly, taking hold of his hand as you lead him into your master bathroom. With the lights flickering on, his hands are right back on your hips, as he gently guides you to the counter.

“Wait, you’re not too tired or sore for a round, right?” you ask quietly, cautiously scratching his beard, your noses barely touching. He loved the way you always made sure he was okay, and cared for him, no matter the situation.

“Oh baby, I’m never too tired for you.” He smirks. “I’ll never be able to say no to you. For anything.” He stares you intently right in the eyes, for a moment. You knew each word escaping his lips was true, coming right from the honest depths of his heart. He’d do anything for you.

With a gentle prop, he places you on the granite counter, you moan as his lips find their way back to your neck, beginning to fiddle with the hook of your bra again. As the material falls, he glides the straps off your shoulders, his ruff beard gently scratching your skin as he takes a nipple into his mouth. You can’t help but moan at the feeling of him so close, all his attention diverted on you, pleasing you. He always knew just where to touch you, just where to dance his lips across your skin. 

Sometimes you thought he had memorized your body just as well as a bass guitar he would play on stage, knowing by heart exactly which strings to pull, exactly how to play the rhythm, which riffs would provoke a melody. His breath is warm, tantalizing, as he brushes, nibbling the delicate skin just below your ear.

You snake your hand into the waist band of his pants, sliding it into his boxers. Your lips curl at how hard he already is for you. Taking his length into your palm, you stroke him, mid shaft to tip. “Feel good, baby?” you ask, looking down at your hand pumping him inside his pants.

“So good. You make me feel so good, sweetheart.” He moans, his head tilting back, his own large palm coming down to grope over your hand inside his pants.

“Take it off, babe.” You tug at his sweats, urging him to pull them down for you to remark him in his entirety. He obliges, tugging at your waist to pull down the sheer tights that accompanied your dress, along with your panties. His cock has grown bigger, and its began to throb, each vein becoming clearer, more prominent. It’s only inches away from you, practically poking at your thigh as he stands between your legs. Your mind races, aching for him to be buried deep, deep inside you.

You resume stroking Keanu’s member, his hooded eyes watching as he slips through your grip, dewdrops of pre cum seeping, helping him glide in your hand. A few hoarse moans sashay out his lips, teeth biting the skin in ecstasy. He brings his large hands to cup your breasts, gently massaging them, watching how they bounce in his grip. You tug at his shirt, urging him to take it off. Once he’s pulled it over his head, you reach down to run your fingers softly over his large stomach scar. He’d got it years before he met you, on a motorcycle accident. You always enforced him to be careful when he went on bike rides, the thought of him getting into another accident so big never truly would leave your mind. He’d assure you he was careful, always bound to find his way back home to you.

Cupping his face between your hands, you bring your lips to kiss his once again. Something about kissing him was so, so intimate to you. The way his tongue felt; tasted against yours, an after hint of smoked tobacco always lingering, his taste so uniquely intoxicating; way you could sense each steady breath. His hands roamed your body, making it their alter, which only turned you on more by the second. As his hand travels down further and further, it ceases where you needed him most. He gently rubs your folds, that have gradually grown wetter and wetter, two fingers slipping inside briefly, curling, preparing you to take him. You swore you didn’t mean for your lips to let out such a sultry, louder than intended moan as you watch him bring his fingers up, licking them clean, eyes never leaving yours.

You grab his shoulders, hopping off the counter, grabbing his hand once again to lead him to the shower. As you turn it on, you test the temperature quickly, slipping a hand under the steady stream. “Ah! Cold cold!” you whimper, jumping back slightly.

He’s amused, watching you. You make sure to sway your hips a little, sticking out your ass a little more than usual. He brings a broad hand to slap it gently. “Peachy.” He grins, as you smirk. You heard a deep rumble of his chest, as he brings your entwined hands up to his lips to place a kiss to your palm. “You’re so adorable. I love you.” He grins. 

“Oo! It’s ready.” You chirp, stepping into the shower, Keanu following behind. Once both in, he situates himself behind you, steady stream of steamy aqua cascading water droplets down your skin. He’s got his sizeable arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest, your back pressing against him. There was something so right, so emitting of being home, when his arms were wrapped around you like that. The warmth, the security of his embrace, capturing you. He rests his chin on top of your head, both closing your eyes, sulking in the moment. It was nice to be in such a vulnerable setting together, feeling each other’s bare skin, knowing there’s not a single barrier between you two.

As you palm his length once again, remembering what you were in the middle of, he sneaks his hand down to your heat, rubbing at your sensitive bundle of nerves. ‘Let me taste you, darling.” He whispers lightly into your ear, gently nudging you to turn, lips on your neck. As you follow suite, he guides you to the shower wall, kissing your lips briefly, before trailing lower, and lower, as he’s kneeled down in front of you, his hands on your hips. “Can you lift this up for me, darling?” he asks, gently nudging your leg to drape over his shoulder, allowing him better access to your basically drenched cunt.

Hoisting your leg up, placing it over his shoulder, your hand tangles in his hair. Within seconds, his face is buried between your crotch, his skilled tongue lapping at your clit, licking long strokes across your heat. He slips in a finger, adding two gradually, pumping in and out as his breath is so hot on you, sucking feverishly on your clit, your hips bucking in his favour. Your eyes close, incoherent moans escaping your lips as you tug on his raven mane.

“Keanu…oh gosh…harder, please.” You gasp, widening your legs to allow him better access. “Harder, sweetheart?” he suggests, pumping his stocky fingers in and out of you faster, curling them more now, making sure to rock his hand so skillfully, his tongue doing wonders on your clit. You were practically squirming under his touch. The determination to bring you to your edge was intense in him, visible in his hazel eyes, perceptible in the way his hands moved on you. You could feel the pit in your stomach building, as the steamy air lingered on your skin, the water vapour so gently kissing your body, your gentle, gaspy moans muffled by the shower spray. “Yes, baby. Just like that right there, please don’t stop.” You begged, eyes closed, head tilted back against the shower wall. Within seconds, Keanu has you coming loud, moaning his name, your release coating his fingers.

“You sound so beautiful, love, saying my name like that. Don’t think I can ever get tired of this.” He smiles, raising himself up, making sure to hold onto you tight, as he can tell your knees have fallen weak, your breath heavy from the mind blowing orgasm he just gave you, so effortlessly.

“You got another one in you for me, baby?” he asks, his forehead pressed against yours now, pressing a kiss to your cheek. He tucks your dripping strands of hair behind your ear, pressing kisses wherever he pleased. You nod frantically, rubbing his nape. He’s still got you pinned to the wall, his overlong hair dripping at the ends, tiny turquoise globes of water peppering his face. The beauty of his features, the exaggeration of just how perfectly sculpted he was, was so prominent in that moment. You couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful he looked. Handsome, sure, but the word didn’t do justice to the man who held you tight in his grip right now. He was beautiful.

Fingers ghosting his chest, you begin to lower yourself in his grip, ready to satisfy your man on your knees. Keanu tightens his grip on you, however, delicately stopping you. “No, princess. I won’t last.” He chuckles. His fingers are back on your cunt, slowly, sensually massaging. “This is where I want you. Where I can feel you.” his voice is deep and sultry, alluring, and it’s making you lose control.

You stare him right in the eyes, your gazes never faltering from each other. “Ke?” you say in a low, barely audible voice.

“Yeah?” he replies, his hands rubbing up and down your sides as you pull him closer by his nape. “I love you.” 

You needed to say that to him. 

“I love you more.” He smiles, pressing a few needy kisses to your lips, sensory, and affectionate.

“Take me. I need you.” You stroke his rock hard length once again, gently pulling, urging him to make home within you. You prop your foot up onto the edge of the tub, one leg holding you steady on the ground, although much of the work was being done by Keanu’s herculean arms holding you tight, fixated. 

Keanu brings your leg that rests on the bathroom ledge to wrap around his waist, in attempt to pull you closer to his skin. Grabbing his cock, he guides himself into you, entering inch by inch, slow, gradual, allowing you to adjust to the first few inches. 

He’s big, beautiful, and warm, the sensation so good, stretching you, but leaving a burn. No matter how many times you’d had time, he always took getting used to at first. He smiles big, knowing he had that effect on you. You can tell he’s proud of himself. “Tell me when, princess.” He whispers, making sure to press a kiss to your bottom lip.  

You nod when you’re ready, eyes closed shut, as you place both hands on his ass, urging him to move. With one hard thrust, he’s fully in, setting the pace as he thrusts in and out slowly at first, the pads of his calloused fingers nipping into your hips, keeping you in place. A string of moans escapes his lips, as his head falls back, his cock twitching within you. “I can’t believe I get to do this. Can’t believe I get to make love to you, whenever I want. Fuck you, when I want.” His hoarse voice fills the shower room walls. He opens his eyes to look at you, your eyes still closed, flustered, taking in shallow, moany breaths as your swollen breasts bounce beautifully to his pace. Your skin is glowing, glimmering in the humid bathroom walls from all the steam. 

“Do you want me to make love to you, sweetheart? I can go slow if you want.” He breaths, watching himself slip in and out of you so easily. His cock is glistening with your slickness, the sounds of him moving in and out turning both of you on more and more. “You sound so sweet, so tender, so drenched for me.”

You smile, eyes still fluttered closed, your head resting on the wall behind. “Just the way you like it.” 

“Give me a little of both. Show me what you got, Reeves.” You grin, your wet hair clinging to your silky, smooth skin. He’s burying himself gaping, deep, profound inside, fully, each time. His thrusts are moving in and out leisurely, focusing on just making each other feel close, connected by each other’s bodies. You don’t think you can ever get over this, ever get tired of feeling him so deep inside of you, knowing you’re the only woman in the world who gets to feel him this way. The sounds that leave his lips are only an added ecstasy. Your favourite sound in existence.

“Fuck, Y/n,” he mumbles, eyes shut tight, burying his face in the valley of your breasts. 

“Is it good, baby? Do you like how needy you’ve got me wrapped around you?” you moan into his ear, one hand holding onto his shoulder, the other massaging the back of his head that’s made camp between your breasts.

“So good baby. You’re so good for me.”, is all he manages to get out, before his lips are attaching to your skin, placing sensitive, wet kisses all over your chest. As he continues to pump in and out, he brings one of his hands from your hips up to cup your cheek. “I love you so much, baby.” He breaths, thrusts becoming needier by the second. You can’t bring yourself to reply, although, a particularly loud moan echoes from your mouth, bouncing off the four walls. He grabs a fistful of your hair, tugging lightly. “So fucking much.” He reiterates.

“Can you go harder, Ke? Please?” you ask, your tone stifling, grabbing both his shoulders for balance.

“Harder?” he asks, placing a kiss to your collarbone. “Do you trust me, sweetheart?” he asks, between moans.

“Of course.” You reply, fingernails now raking into his biceps.

“Then I need you to do something for me, princess.” He asserts, staring you into your glossy eyes. It wasn’t that you were crying, your eyes had filled. Keanu was fucking you so good, so well, it made a few tears threaten to fall. It felt like the best feeling that could ever be felt. Too special, too precious. “I need you to wrap your other leg around my waist as well. Can you do that for me, love?” he asks intently, tone full of affection, adoration, and care, as he lifts your chin up with his index finger.

You swallow, nodding. You trust him. “Gimmie a litte jump then, sweetheart.” He says, grabbing the back of your thigh to support you, as you raise your feet off the ground with a hop, wrapping your other leg around his waist as well now. He’s got you pinned against the wall, completely levitating off the ground, both legs wrapped securely around him as he’s buried entirely inside your cunt. You loved how he had complete control over you in this moment, granted permission to do whatever he wanted, however fast, however hard he wanted. You were entirely at his mercy, completely wanton, so voluptuous.

He begins thrusting hard, and faster into you, holding you steady in his arms and the wall. His hands are definitely leaving bruises on your skin, but you don’t mind. You only wrap your arms tighter around his neck, clinging to him as his thrusts have become more rapid, urgent.

“Do you like that?” he asks, voice low and grumbly, full of lust. You only manage to nod and bite your lip, speechless and out of breath. The familiar pit in your stomach is rising again, and you fear you wont be able to last much longer, Keanu so expertly thrashing, hitting all your right nerves, he’s begun to fuck you senseless against the wall.

“Oh god, fuck baby. You’re making me feel so fucking good.” He’s biting his lip as well, trying to keep from screaming your name.

“You’re so vocal today.” You smile at him, bringing a hand to tangle in his hair.

“I can’t help it. You feel so fucking good today, Y/N. I can’t praise you enough, honey.” He moans, his voice shaky now. He’s shuddering, cock twitching, you can tell he’s nearing release. Rocking his hips, he begins rolling them to flawlessly hitting all the right nerves in your mid, you feel they’re going to snap at how expertly he’s bringing you closer and closer to the edge. The sound of his skin slapping yours is filling the room, and it’s killing you. His skin, slapping yours, hastily, senselessly.

Holding tighter to your waist now, Keanu begins pouring all his might into giving you some final hard thrusts. He’s pushing as much as himself possible into you, and you can’t help but scream, bringing your arms tighter around him, your lips attaching to his shoulder, biting, trying to muffle your yelps. 

“Where do you want it, baby?” he asks, thrusting still, hasty.

“Inside. I wanna feel it.” Your breath hitches, anticipating his warmth spilling inside you any second now. You bring your hand down to lazily rub a few circles on your clit. Normally, Keanu would do this for you as he moved in and out of you, however, his arms were full holding you up. Within a few more particularly forceful, ridged thrusts, you’re unravelling around him, screaming, shrieking his name, as your nails rake across his back, definitely leaving marks. 

“Ke, oh my gosh, Ke. You’re so good to me baby. So fucking good.” You’re breathless, collapsing on his shoulder, trying to steady your breathing as he’s still thrusting diligently. You’re riding out your high, as Keanu moans louder than he’s moaned the entire session, buried deep, heavy inside, as you feel him shoot creamy ribbons of his seed into you. He’s moaning your name, eyes clasped shut as his face is buried in your chest, your breasts providing him a safe haven. 

You let him finish, stroking his hair, placing delicate, kind, heartfelt kisses onto his head, as he manages to collect himself once again.

You gently tap his hand to let you down. He does, and you immedietly hold onto him again to steady your balance. He chuckles, grasping your waist tight again. “You good, love?” he asks. 

“Never been better.” You grin, cupping his face with both hands, to place a tender kiss to his lips. “Thank you so much, babe. That may have been the best you’ve ever fucked me. It was new, I liked it.” You smile lovingly at him, gently stroking some wet hair out of his eyes. He still looks dreamy, his skin flushed, red patches on his neck and chest. He sure knew how to treat his lady.

“I liked it too. You were so good, Y/N. I’m proud of you.” He hugs you close to his chest, pulling you in, positioning you both under the temperate spray of the water. 

”We should try out new places more. Its a lot more exciting than our bed.” you giggle. 

“Anywhere for you, doll.” he presses a kiss to your lips, his hands stoking, palms soothingly running up and down your back. Keanu was just as amazing during aftercare, as he was during the deed. He basically made your heart flutter with how loving, gentle, and caring he would always be after sex. 

Good thing you were already in the shower, the mess you both would have left on the sheet would have been quite the task to clean. You could still feel his sticky release coating the inside of your thighs, trickling down. 

Your eyes dart to his shoulder, where you’d left a very prominent bite mark from when you had reached your end, the sensation too much to endure. “Oh my, shit. I’m sorry.” you trace your fingers over the scar, frowning. “Does it hurt, babe?”

“Not at all. Kinda sexy, actually.” he declares. You ruffle his hair, laughing.

You rest your head on his chest, closing your eyes. He rests his head on top of yours, closing his earthy eyes as well, arms holding you close. You both enjoy the moment, holding each other in your embrace, feeling each other’s heartbeats finally calm down, your skin sticking together. After a few moments of very comfortable silence, resting with your love, Keanu speaks. 

“Hey, sweetheart, I hope you’re not too upset over me not being able to make it out today.” He frowns. You move your head back to look at him, brining your hand to rest on his bearded cheek.

“Baby, I’m not at all. I promise. I know how much you love me, and I know that when something truly significant comes up, you’ll be there with me. I trust you fully, Keanu.” You smile, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Please don’t upset yourself. I love you so much.” You restate. He brings your wrist to place a kiss to the side of it.

“I love you too, Y/N. So much.”

You grin momentarily, a smirk planting itself on your lips. “If only I could tell all those… inquisitive people at the party just how much, how good my man loves me. How well he takes care of me. Treats me like his queen.”

Keanu lets a laugh out of his chest, with a rumble. “Aren’t you a feisty little vixen.”

“Can’t help it. You just felt so good today.” You smirk, repeating his words from earlier. Keanu presses another closed mouth kiss to your lips, and another to your forehead. Subsequently, he grabs the shower cream off the lip of the tub to lather into his hands, before massaging it over your back, your shoulders, your breasts, pressing kisses to your nose and your cheeks in the process.

“Shall we wash up?” he smiles his dreamy smile at you. You laugh, before pressing a kiss to his chest, rubbing it soothingly. “Yeah.” You reply, grabbing the shower gel, to lather into your hands, so you can enjoy a nice, long, intimate shower with the man of your dreams. The love of your life.

And you needed to prove that to no one.

No one but him.

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[crazy4dragons]

Dating Troubles

Astrid is having drama with a guy she was interested in and tells Hiccup about it. Hiccup, of course, is the sweet best friend who is there for her. Like Heaven universe. College Hiccstrid with just a hint of sexual tension. Rated PG-13.

“And then he happened to see my lock screen, and asked who you were. I said you were my best friend, and he said that nobody puts their best friend on their lock screen and kept asking if I was sure there wasn’t anything going on between us.” Sitting on the edge of her bed, Astrid grabbed a pillow and threw it onto her lap, as if to express her exasperation.

“What did you say?” asked Hiccup. He closed his laptop and set it on Astrid’s desk.

The blonde picked up her phone. “Look, now he’s texting me again trying to apologize. Dude, it’s over.” She tossed both the phone and pillow aside and grabbed a towel, hairbrush, and clean clothes. “Come with me. I’ll finish telling the story while I take a shower.”

“Are you sure your suitemates will be okay with me sitting in your bathroom?” frowned Hiccup. “I mean, what if one of them needs to use it or something?”

Astrid shook her head. “That won’t happen. I keep the door locked when I’m showering. I don’t need to risk accidentally flashing someone.”

Hiccup laughed. “You’ve flashed me before,” he teased.

“Yeah, but that’s different. I was wasted, and I asked you to help me get out of the shower, so that one was on me. And besides, after being best friends for six years, does it really matter that you know what my boobs look like?”

“Well I feel honored.” Hiccup followed Astrid into the bathroom. There, he sat on a step stool and tried to peel his eyes away as she turned on the water and started to undress.

“So anyway,” she began, continuing her story. “He eventually seemed to believe me, and he invited me to his apartment. He lives off-campus, so he has his own room and everything.” She turned her back to Hiccup and faced the shower curtain while she unhooked her bra. “I went over, and we started out just cuddling on his couch.” She slipped off her underwear. “Ignore my bare ass,” she laughed, slipping behind the curtain while taking care to keep her back to Hiccup.

Hiccup shook his head as he tried to ignore the fact that Astrid had an incredibly sexy butt. Of course, he didn’t need to see her naked to know that; catching glimpses of her in cheeky panties had been enough.

“Anyway, we were cuddling, and then he leans in and kisses me. We started making out, and he puts his hands under my shirt and touches my boobs. It felt good and everything, and I thought that maybe we were gonna hook up.”

A pang of jealously swept through Hiccup’s body.

“Hiccup, are you still listening?” Astrid asked, massaging shampoo into her hair.

“Yeah, uh…I’m still here.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“So then, he asks me how many guys I’ve been with, and I say that I’m a virgin. And he says he doesn’t believe me. At first, I thought he was just flirting and trying to tell me that I was good at making out or something, but then I realized he wasn’t joking. I asked him why he thought I’d lie about being a virgin, and he said it was because he couldn’t believe I never slept with you.”

“With me?” Hiccup raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. And then he started insisting that me and you had something going on in the past. I told him that we didn’t and I also told him that I wasn’t going to have sex with him if he couldn’t trust me enough to stop accusing me of lying. I mean, I get that he’s probably insecure because he’s had two girls break up with him over the past year, and I get that he wants to make sure he doesn’t have to worry about STDs, but I’d expect him to wear a condom anyway because I know for a fact he’s not a virgin. Besides, he’d have to wear a condom anyway because I’m not on the pill.”

“Do you think maybe you should go on the pill?” asked Hiccup. “I mean, I’m not trying to tell you what to do. Your sex life is your business, but some guys are jerks and they might have a condom with a hole poked in it or something. I don’t want to see you get screwed over and knocked up by a random guy.”

“I don’t know. I guess I should look into it.” After rinsing her hair, she began washing her body. “I’m just a little nervous because I’ve never had a gyno appointment before and I’m gonna need to get checked out before a doctor can put me on anything.”

“I can go with you if you don’t want to go alone,” Hiccup offered. “Obviously I’ll stay out of the room while you’re getting uh…your…down there examined, but if you want moral support, just let me know.”

“I might take you up on that.” She paused. “But anyway, to get back to the story, I left his place after I told him we weren’t hooking up if he couldn’t trust me, and now he keeps trying to apologize for everything and I’m just over him.”

“I would be, too. You don’t deserve someone who treats you like that.”

“Trust me, I know my worth.” Astrid peeked out from the shower curtain. “By the way, do you mind scrubbing my back for me while you’re in here?” Her request wasn’t necessarily an odd one. She and Hiccup would rub sunscreen on each other’s backs at the beach, and sometimes she’d give him a massage. Ever since his car accident in sophomore year of high school, the one that had left him with a permanent limp, his shoulders, neck, and upper back tended to get sore, especially when it rained.

“Yeah, just let me know when you’re decent.”

“Can you pass me a towel?”

“Of course.”

She turned off the water as Hiccup passed a towel over the top of the curtain, then fastened it around her waist and crossed her arms over her chest. “Okay, I’m all good.”

Hiccup cautiously slid open the curtain and, gathering Astrid’s hair, placed it over her shoulder. He then poured shower gel into his hands.

A shiver ran through Astrid’s spine as the cool air hit her skin.

“You cold?” he asked, massaging the soap onto her shoulders.

“A little.”

“I have a sweatshirt in my backpack if you want to put it on when you’re done.”

“Yeah, if you could bring it to me, that would be great. Also, if you wanna stay the night, you can. Ruff is out with Fishlegs, probably at you guys’ dorm, and I don’t know when she’s getting home. And my other suitemates are in the second bedroom so they won’t even know you’re here.”

“Until they see me in the morning.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll text them in our group chat and let them know.”

“Well, if you’re sure they won’t be mad that I’m here.”

“If they’re allowed to bring their boyfriends here, then I’m allowed to have my best friend here.”

He rubbed circles onto her back.

“Mmm, that feels nice,” she said, letting out a contented sigh.

“I’m trying.” He poured more shower gel onto his palms. “Damn, you have almost as many freckles as I do.”

“They always come out in the sun. Once it starts getting colder and I’m not at the beach all the time, they’ll go away.”

“I’m sorry if that was…well…weird.” Shrugging, he took his fingers and gently dug them into Astrid’s skin.

Astrid didn’t reply. Instead, she just closed her eyes, relishing the feeling of his hands rubbing her back.

“There you go. You should be nice and exfoliated,” he announced, stepping back and closing the curtain. “And about that guy, don’t be too upset. He sounds like a jerk, anyway.”

“I’m not really upset, I’m just frustrated.” Tossing the towel on top of the curtain rod, Astrid started the water again and rinsed off. “I haven’t had a boyfriend since junior year of high school. Not one that’s lasted more than a month, anyway. And while I’m okay with being single, it would just be fun to…you know, go on a date, mess around with a guy, that kind of thing.”

“I’d be down for a best friend date,” Hiccup offered. “Of course, I’m not gonna make out with you or anything, but —”

“I know you’d be down for it, but we already hang out all the time. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, it’s just…don’t you ever think about having a girlfriend?” She turned off the shower and, grabbing her towel again, rubbed herself dry before wrapping up and stepping onto the bath mat.

“Well, yeah, I guess,” shrugged Hiccup, shying away from Astrid’s gaze. The truth was, he thought about making her his girlfriend — a lot, actually — but he’d never tell her. He thought that his high school feelings would subside a bit once they got to college, but they hadn’t. In fact, they’d only grown stronger, and the fact that she was standing in front of him in nothing but a towel wasn’t helping him to forget that he was both physically and emotionally attracted to her.

“Then you see where I’m coming from.” Astrid opened the bathroom door and shuffled into the bedroom, Hiccup following behind.

“I’m gonna get you that sweatshirt now,” he offered, unzipping his backpack while she grabbed a clean pair of underwear from her dresser and slipped it on under her towel. When Hiccup handed her the hoodie, she turned her back to him and, allowing the towel to fall to the ground, pulled it over her head.

“So are you staying or not?” she asked, searching her wardrobe for a pair of comfortable shorts to put on.

“I don’t have a toothbrush with me. Or a change of clothes.”

Astrid pouted.

Hiccup looked away. Here she was, standing in front of him with no pants and a cute pout on her lips. How could he say no? “Okay, fine, but only if you have an extra toothbrush I can have and only if you don’t mind that I’ll have to sleep in my boxers and this t-shirt.” He tugged on the shirt he was wearing.

“We’ve slept together when you were in your boxers before.” Astrid quickly realized what she’d said. “I mean, not slept together like that, obviously, but you know what I mean. And I have a brand new toothbrush in the bathroom. It was my backup for when I need to replace the one I’m using now, but you can have it if you want.”

“Alright, then I’ll stay.”

After brushing their teeth — and after Astrid put on shorts — Hiccup discarded his jeans, but kept them close by so he could slip them on in the morning. They then crawled into Astrid’s bed and snuggled into each other.

“Hey, if nothing else, you know you’re always welcome to cuddle with me.” He hugged her. “And apparently I can also wash your back for you in the shower.”

Astrid laughed. “Best friend ever.” She reached over and turned out the lamp on her nightstand. After texting her suitemates to let them know Hiccup was over, she set her morning alarm and put her phone by the lamp. “It’s past midnight already,” she yawned.

“Then let’s try to sleep,” suggested Hiccup, nuzzling the side of her face. He wanted to kiss her, too, but kisses between them were reserved for occasions when they needed them the most. However, this seemed like a pretty good occasion to kiss her, seeing that she needed him after her boyfriend drama.

Taking a deep breath, he decided to go for it and pressed a soft kiss against her cheek. Even though it was dark, he could detect Astrid’s lips curving up into a smile. “Goodnight,” he whispered. I love you, he added silently.

“Goodnight,” she mumbled, tugging the covers to her chin and closing her eyes. “See you tomorrow.”

Hiccup grinned. “See you tomorrow.”

#like heaven au #like heaven universe #hiccstrid #modern au hiccstrid #modern au #college hiccstrid #httyd #fanfic #my writing

[bnhaclaimedmysoul]

what would bakugou, todoroki and kirishima look for in a s/o?

anon requested: What type of people would Bakugou, Todoroki and Kirishima be into? Hehe I read your headcanons for Shinsou and Kaminari and got curious

another anon requested: What do you think Shoto would look for in a s/o? Sorry. This is based on the Shinsou/Kaminari one.

characters: bakugou, todoroki, kirishima

genre: fluff

note: so since i’ m taking a break from the floofvember for a couple of days, I decided to do one of these instead hehe. and thank you for sending these best bois in, I loved doing this

here we go!

bakugou katsuki

-he needs someone who is rational which also means that he doesn’t care about whether his s/o is optimistic or pessimistic, he is more of a realistic person

-someone who is honest down the core and doesn’t mind being frank

-he needs someone who can figure out what is going on within him and look beyond the ruff boi façade he puts on

-and listens to him patiently

-someone who’d hold him in their arms and voice out their admiration for him in his weakest times

-he isn’t really trying to find someone who fits like two perfect jigsaw puzzle pieces, because he likes his relationship life to be something beyond mundane

-because what’s the fun if you guys aren’t trying to resolve your differences?

-in terms of affection, he wants someone who is willing to both give and receive

-he wants someone who’ll hold him close, whisper sweet nothings into their ears and he will do the same for them

-it’s a give and take relationship, and he strongly believes in the mutual benefit of it, so he’d want his s/o to hold a similar outlook

-he loves having your warmth percolating through his body

-according to him, there is literally nothing more intimate than the both of your limbs entangled, and listening to your pacifying breaths

-he calculates everything to the t and isn’t the one who is super impulsive with the bearings of how the relationship plays out

-he’d want someone who complies with the ‘slow and low’ feel of the relationship

-he likes a sense of peace when he’s around you, since he’s always causing a commotion, so you’re like a momentary escape of reality for him

todoroki shouto

-he’d want someone like a mother figure

-he wants someone he can look up to and someone who will never fail to be this pillar of support for him

-he wants someone who he can open himself up to and who will give him all the advice in the world

-he wants someone who will spoil him rotten with affection, and endearing actions

-he’d be really afraid to show his scars, but once he understands the support his s/o is willing to offer him, it doesn’t take too long for him to open up

-and even if his s/o doesn’t fully empathize with whatever he has gone through just the fact that they aren’t willing to turn away from the ugly reality he is living in will have him attached to you

-he is touch starved and it’s a fact, he dearly misses having what other people call a family

-and when is s/o is full of unconditional love for him he can’t help but get a little emotional

-so emotional nights with Todoroki are not rare either

-he’s definitely into strong willed people, who aren’t wavered with any exterior influence

-he’s looking for people who stand up for him, look after him and treat him like a human

-he’d also want to be there for his s/o because they’ve gone though so much with him and he’d want them to feel alone

-because from experience, he knows how gruelling that experience can be and he wants to do anything he can to protect you

-so he wants you to be open for an array of different experiences and hopes to see himself become a better version of himself under your love and affection 

kirishima eijirou

-okay imma start off by saying this

-kirishima just seems happy go lucky but this baby has a lot of insecurities and he needs to be protected

-with that outta the way, let’s begin

-he wants someone who is open to getting affection anywhere and anytime

-someone who’ll wholeheartedly accept him as who is and is ready to take part in his crazy ass schemes with the baku squad

-someone who is fearless and willing to stand up for themselves and for others

-he wants someone who is inquisitive and is willing to learn about him

-someone who can look beyond the ever-lively façade he puts on

-someone he can show his not-so-manly side and not feel bad about

-he wants someone who he can unregretfully be himself: with his scars, insecurities

-someone who is a good mix between an optimist and realist

-because when the sunshine becomes all sad, there needs to be someone who is going to cover for him and be his sunshine

-his aim would be someone who has a pacifying personality so that fights and disagreements are rare

-because fights and disagreement shake him up from the core

-and a person who can both give and accept criticism without a grain of salt

-he wants someone who is fearless but not perfect, because he also wants to be there for his s/o in difficult times

-he tries not to show his weakness from his past which also occasionally taints his present

-but, by chance, his s/o figures it out

-you bet your ass that he is gonna start making his wedding vows for that day

#bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #todoroki shouto x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #bnha x reader #bakugou headcanons #todoroki headcanons #kirishima headcanons #bakugou katsuki headcanons #todoroki shouto headcanons #kirishima eijirou headcanons #bnha headcanons #mha x reader

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M i t t e r n a c h t (Midnight)

⋆ pairing: vampire!jong ho x reader (poly!ateez)

⋆ genre: vampire au

⋆ warnings: strong language

⋆ words: 1,200

„don’t be so nervous, I won’t bite you“

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„where do you think you‘re going?“ you startle so hard when suddenly the light in the corridor is turned on and in front of you jong ho is standing his arms folded and leaning against the wall. he watches you with a cocky grin exactly knowing what you tried to do...

„n-nowhere? just wanted to grab a glass of water“ you fiddle with the hem of your hoodie looking to the ground and avoiding his intense gaze on you.

„with a backpack? and fully dressed?“ his smile turned into a devilish one and you knew you fucked up.

you have been in the mansion for only a few days now not knowing why a group of eight boys kidnapped you in the first place and now you were quite disappointed that you only got out of the room in your escape plan...

suddenly jong ho pushed himself away from the wall and emerged your now trembling form. you were afraid he would hurt you or worse, kill you off! a tear was running down your reddened cheeks to which he frowned. he took you bridal style into his arms and went down the corridor into his own room.

the mansion was so big you nearly always got lost if someone of them wasn’t accompanying you... despite jong ho’s usually ruff personality he let you down on his bed in a very soft way.

he had a cozy room... nothing really spectacular but it was comforting with warm colors and some plants here and there...

he came back with a big shirt of his and layed it down in front of you. seeing you so scared of him made his heart crack a little bit. he wanted you happy and smiling, not wanting to get away from them at all costs and to make sure you weren’t trying to escape again tonight he had to take you into his room of course. you couldn’t sleep alone after that...

„the bathroom‘s there. change and then come to bed.“ only now you recognized the boy only wore a pair of underpants and a shirt. you quickly averted you gaze and felt a relief that he probably didn’t want to hurt in some way... but it was just a matter of time.

you went into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. your eyes looked a little bit puffy from the crying, which you did a lot the last days... something definitely wasn’t right with those boys... still not telling you why you’re here. why would someone kidnap a girl? either way they were some sort of mafia wanting to sell you... or serial killers who just waited to torture you. or maybe you didn’t pay a debt to someone?

the most curious thing about it was the fact that they treated you like a princess. you got an own room that looked like out of magazine, every girl would dream of. attached to your room was a wardrobe as big as the room itself filled with the most expensive brands. they always made sure you were eating well, too. always asking you what you liked to eat. the tall one named seong hwa even already cooked for you himself, asking you if you liked it all the time.

well, maybe they were just crazy?

you washed your face and changed into the clothes of jong ho, slipping the shirt over your head you were able to get a good sniff of the fabric. it smelled really good... what were you thinking? you scoffed at yourself... finding your kidnappers attractive was called something like stockholm syndrome and no shit like this would happen to you.

you left the bathroom taking a little bit extra time and saw jong ho laying in the bed scrolling though his phone. you stopped in front of him and didn’t really know if you were really allowed to sleep with him. what if he strangled you the moment you were asleep? your heartbeat started to pick up again which didn’t left unnoticed by the young vampire.

„don’t be so nervous, I won’t bite you“ at least not now... seeing you in his shirt nearly made his heart burst out of joy. especially having his scent on your form made him proud, it smelled like he just rubbed himself over you or left a trail of hickeys all over your body...

he shuffled a little bit to the side and opened the blanket for you to join him. you didn’t really had a chance to say no so you settled down next to him but not without trying to put as much space between you as possible.

jong ho turned off the light and nestled into your back and put his arm around you waist to pull you closer to him. as you literally died at the close proximity jong ho felt like he reached cloud seven...

being this close to his mate was the most beautiful thing in his life next to finding out about you existence. vampires who found their mate were considered very lucky and that his clan happened to be blessed with the same one was like super rare but all of them were happy about it, they all loved the other like their brother and as the mate bond spoke of pure love there usually wasn’t any jelousy involved.

but, although being the youngest in the clan, he knew what fun it would be to tease his hyung in the morning. jong ho snickered at the thought but stopped when he felt you tense again. you were really scared, he could tell... but explaining to you why you are really here could scare you even more. you would definitely be overwhelmed with the news of vampires existing and being the mate of eight chaotics.

and having you not with them all the time didn’t only hurt but left you unprotected, too... so they just had to save you from the world outside for now. when everything settled down they would let you live your life again, you could go back to college and meet with your friends. but for now, the urge to seal the bond, mark you and have you by their side was too strong.

only thinking about it let his fangs emerge slightly so they were poking into his plump lips. he had to take a stroll of himself and fight down the urge to turn you around and pepper your face and body with kisses...

„y-you won’t hurt me, right?“ your voice came out so small he only was able to hear it because of his supernatural ability.

„y/n, we would never hurt you... promise“

he bopped his nose against your neck from behind and you didn’t know why but you believed him this time.

maybe it was because of the fatigue or how he held you so safe in his arms; ready to break your bones or shielding you away from the dangerous world... you had to find out about that over the time.

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[infinite-hearts-333]

Broken pack, Broken wolf

Sander sides, Analogical (Eventually), Logan Angst, Werewolf AU

WARNING: really bad writing, angsty, lack of sleep and starvation, swearing I'll add to this

Before

Part 6- Let me mend you, dear.

Logan was bathing in warmth. It wasn't not normal, his pack normally snuggled up to each other at night, whether they be in human or wolf form. He let out a soft happy rumble as a hand carded through his hair with unbelievable gentleness. Empero? He rumbled, shifting closer. Are the others hunting? I thought I told you to wake me for hunting! When he didn't hear Empero's bark like laughter, he shifted more, now concerned and trying to open his eyes. Empero? Where are you?

"Shhh shh." Said a soothing male voice. "It's okay." The voice was nicely familiar, and he let a soft content growl. Who.... He mumbled. "It's okay Lo, I've got you." Everything clicked together. He was dead. That was Virgil. Logan softly whimpered, tucking closer to the other. "Shhh shhh it's okay, you're okay. I'm here." His body felt so, so, so heavy, his eyelids weighed down from lack of sleep. Normally, he would just wake up, like any other morning, but the difference this morning was that he was with someone. Werewolves can not sleep without another with them. So now that Logan was cuddling someone, his brain would make him sleep for as long as possible.

Virgil shifted him, patches of warmth pressing against his lower back and head, gently, carefully moving him and then,- Logan was dropped back into a world of bliss he nearly started crying. Warmth swallowed his whole form, pressing against his chest and warmth moved in hypnotising patterns down his back. "Oh shit- hey, hey hey hey hey! It's okay, it's okay, don't cry!" Virgil said in a slight panicked voice. Something moved from his back and gently brushed against his cheek, wiping away the tears. "Was that too much? Im so, so, so sorry! Do you want me to move you?"

"N-no!" Logan croaked out, his voice cracking. In his weak state he managed to tighten his grip, forcing his eyes to barely open, taking in the sight of a burry virgil. "P-please... stay.. J-just not use t-to it.." he choked out. Virgil didn't say anything, most likely nodding, since he was slightly shifted once more, before the both of them settled down and stilled. Logan guessed he was laying on top of Virgil, since he was rising and falling with Virgil's breathing. "T-t-thank you...." Logan mumbled. "I-i've been so l-lonely.... S-so tired.... C-can't sleep... w-without.."

"Shhhhhh, shhh it's okay Lo, i'm here now. I'm going to help you. I swear." Virgil said in a soft gentle voice carding a hand through Logan's hair and stroking the other's ears. Logan softly whimpered. "S-s-so tired......" Logan wheezed out. "Then rest, i'm not going anywhere. I'll summon us some food and I'll send Princy and Dad a text, m'kay?" "B-but my w-work-" Virgil made a snorting sound. "But your work nothing, you are resting, full stop. You can't even open your eyes, let alone stand!"

Logan softly huffed, but said nothing curling in closely. Virgil smirked, proud that he won the argument. Logan's ears perked as he picked up a clicking noise from above him. "It's okay." Virgil said softly. "I'm just texting Pat and princy." Logan sluggishly nodded, and let his eyes slip shut and finally, for the first time in three years, Logan fell asleep without a problem.

Virgil stayed by Logan's side, lightly rubbing the others back as he used one hand to messily text the others.

😈EMO BOI😈: yo guys

🐶Pop-Star🐶: Hiya kiddo!

🌟Sir-Sing-a-lot🌟: yes Shirley temple?

😈EMO BOI😈: Specs isn't feeling great. I'm gonna stay with him till he's better k?

🌟Sir-Sing-a-lot🌟: oh~ are you sure that's the only thing dark and stormy knight~? I've seen the faces you make at our nerd~!

🐶Pop-Star🐶:oh no! 😢😢 Should I make him some soup??? 😁

😈EMO BOI😈: Back off princy!!

😈EMO BOI😈: and yer pat that would be great

🐶Pop-Star🐶: Okie dokey!!!

Virgil softly sighed, placing his phone back down and went back cuddling Logan. Logan rumbled happily and Virgil smiled, pressing a small kiss to Logan forehead out of pure impulse, and then blushed furiously and pretended it never happened, laying down properly, cuddling and playing with Logan's ears lovingly.

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~Sorry I haven't been posting lately, life's been ruff, and exams and all that ish. Also, sorry it isn't as long as normal, nor as good as I can do so Yer.... sorry.~

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Our Nightmare (Chapter 6)

Summary:

Sally moves in with the man of her screams. But there  is still so much she has to learn of Halloween Town, and what it’s like  living with The Pumpkin King.

A sequel to Two Dearest Friends,  where the Christmas incident never happens. But there are still many  ends that haven’t been met, and much for these two dreamers to learn as  they start to spend their deaths together.

Pairings: Jack Skellington/Sally, Dr Finklestein/Jewel

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Note: This is a SEQUEL to my other story, TWO DEAREST FRIENDS. To read the original story, go here.

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There are a lot of things becoming apparent to Sally the longer she lives with the Pumpkin King.

But the taste of freedom is her favorite.

Now that she is out of the Doctor's protective clutches, she realizes how many opportunities she has missed to become her own person. All she would have done in the tower is clean and cook every day, with the occasional spare time to read books or sew clothes. It was only after she began escaping and making friends did she realize what she was capable of. She is left with all the time in the world now. With better supplies in much better circumstances....she can work on sewing as long as she wants, and she is no longer obligated to drop everything to cook for the man she's living with. She is finally able to finish a book within a couple of weeks instead of a month.

Slowly but surely, she's embracing the new things in her life. A week or so after her visit to Finklestein's tower, Jack showed her how to use his telephone. It was odd to learn how to properly use one, but she grew used to the process the more she did it. She called the Doctor and spoke with him on the same line for the first time. The conversation was awkward for the both of them. It was uncomfortably quiet for the most part, her feeling a little too shy to initiate most of the talk. Luckily, Finklestein seemed curious about her new living conditions and asked her questions. She got to speak about Jack's manor and what kind of room she has now, which resulted in either silence or a few words from his end.

It was a start for both of them. Their conversations since then have picked up, and sometimes Sally will even speak with Jewel on the phone. She learns more about her as time goes on. She is growing an interest in science and speaks of her experiments she is having with the Doctor in the laboratory. It feels nice for Sally to hear how well things are going for them, and in return, she tells Jewel how amazing it is living with Jack.

It already feels like she's talking to a pair of parents who care about how she is doing.

When all is said and done, the ragdoll is left to wander around the Skellington manor. She explores a little day-by-day in her leisurely time, finding the place much bigger than she first thought. The hallways feel longer now that she has the time to walk down them.  She hears the walls suddenly creak in displeasure as she steps somewhere new. Uncertainly, she lays a hand on the wall's surface and the groans eventually go away.  She then feels strangely at peace.

 At least the house likes her.

Her black eyes travel over the walls curiously. Most of the space is taken by various pictures arranged in neat patterns. She remembers having a look at them the first day she was here. She hadn't gotten the chance to look at them all. She decides this is the best time and gets closer to get a better look at them.

She isn't surprised to find that many are old black-and-white photos. As she's seen before, they consist of old photographs of Halloween Town and what she assumes to be the older citizens. Her gaze eventually finds the pictures of Jack again. They haven't changed since she's last seen them. Seeing him sitting by himself in so many, with only Zero around and forced smiles aimed at the photographer... Her stomach twists unpleasantly at the sight. Something feels wrong about seeing him this way, even if it must have been so long ago. She frowns as a sudden coldness stirs in her chest, bringing a hand over it in an attempt to warm her leaves again.

 She should speak to him about this when he gets home.

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Jack Skellington sighs in relief when he passes through the doors of his own home. He takes off his jacket and hangs it by the door, feeling much too hot after a day of moving around. He relaxes after feeling the cool air start to chill his bones, then rolls his sleeves up to his humerus. He loosens his bat bow tie and takes it off, heading upstairs to return it to its rightful drawer in his bedroom. He is curious to hear things so quiet. As far as he knows, Sally must be home. The skeleton shrugs it off as he puts his bow tie away and kicks off his shoes. It's only when he comes out of his bedroom that he finds Sally climbing up the stairs.

"Good evening, my dearest friend." He greets her with a smile and leans forward to kiss her on the cheek. "I'm terribly sorry I came home late...it was a long day."

"I understand. I can only imagine." She feels a longing in her chest when he pulls his hand away from her face. "How are you feeling?"

"A little worked up, but nothing a few minutes with you can't solve." He chuckles. "-And how are you, Sally? I know I don't ask that enough."

"...I'm good, but-"

 "Ruff!"

Zero comes out of thin air and yaps excitedly, unaware that he's interrupted them. The skeleton holds a bony finger to his beloved as he reaches in his shirt and retrieves a rib. He promptly shoves it in the dog's muzzle. The ghost makes a satisfied noise before leaving the two of them be, gnawing at the bone in the den.

Sally fidgets with her hands as she follows him down the stairs. It's hard enough to try and bring this up to him on her own, but seeing him in his undershirt and pants makes her...tingly. Usually she doesn't get a very good look at his bones, but his white t-shirt hugs his rub's curvatures and becomes only a little baggy where he lacks a stomach. She notices that he uses a pair of suspenders to hold his pants up, which hug his pelvis even tighter. She bites her lip as she looks at his back, admiring his shoulders once more.

This man can make her weak simply by removing his suit.

She follows as he heads into the kitchen and pours himself a glass of water. Her eyes are locked on him - noticing his rolled sleeves that expose his bare arms. If she didn't know any better, she'd say he's teasing her with all of the bone he is showing...that she's desperately thought about at times before, and has been so curious to see...

"Would you like some water?"

She's snapped out of her staring when he speaks. She's become so hot that she feels a little parched. "Oh, could you please?"

He nods and pours her a glass. He hands it to her and she takes a hefty gulp. It at least helps her calm down.

"Wh-when you have the time, can we please sit down and...talk?" She looks away from him. "It's something I've wanted to tell you about ever since I arrived here..."

"I always have time for you, Sal! Here, let's get comfortable before we do..."

He leads her into the den and sits them both on the couch. Zero briefly looks up from his rib to glance at them, but promptly returns to his work. The ragdoll shifts uncomfortably on the cushion as her boyfriend sits close, giving her a teasing view of his collarbone.

"What is it you wanted to tell me?"

Her eyes dart away. She needs to stay focused to bring up something this serious. "Jack, while you've been gone, sometimes I look around the house...there's still a lot I haven't seen, even though I've been here for a month. You have such a big and wonderful home..."

"-Which is yours as well..."

"Right." She nods. "I spend a lot of time looking at the photos on your walls. There's just so many, and it feels like I'm looking at a lot of history."

"Yes, I collect a lot of them. There are some creatures that have come and go through town, and I pay tribute to my past citizens by keeping their pictures in my home."

"That explains all the faces I don't recognize..."

"Why do you mention this..?"

She finally looks at him. "These pictures make it look like I'm seeing a different person. Someone who looks...sad and lonely. You don't look very happy in the ones where it's only you. And I can tell. You're usually so perked up and have this energy about you when you're happy. Just seeing you smile is contagious to me, but the ones in those pictures don't feel as sincere."

Jack's lips fall into a frown. He places a skeletal finger on his chin in thought. He hadn't realized he looked so upset in them. No one said a thing about it before. Then again, it would make sense for Sally to notice...she knows him the best, after all.

"Most of these pictures were taken in your home, so I just want to know...what was it like living here before I came along? It's never occurred to me how long you must've stayed here by yourself..."

Zero looks up and abruptly barks at them. "Arf!"

She jumps and smiles, quickly correcting herself. "-How long you must've stayed here with Zero, I mean..."

The dog goes back to chewing the rib in satisfaction. Jack laughs at the sight.

"It's true. It's been such a long time that I don't even notice the years pass by. I'd say I've been living alone for...at least a decade, if not, more than that."

Jack's smile falls again and he presses his fingers against his jaw. Recalling all of these years he's spent alone in these walls, accompanied by only his ghostly pet and the occasional guest...it isn't as pleasant to remember as he thought.

"I suppose, when you live like that for so long, you get used to it. The Mayor would come by for work, and sometimes I'd have guests. But on a daily basis, I was left to fend only for myself and Zero. I had most of my conversations with him and he'd keep my company while I worked late at night."

The dog nods in pride in the background. Sally still frowns at this information. "I imagine that gets very lonely...not having another person around for so long..."

The skeleton pauses. "--I had my citizens to see and talk with every day. But now that you mention it...yes, it was rather lonely when I came home at the end of the day. It's not a thought I dwelled on terribly much."

"-You were content just living with Zero?"

His lips form into several lines before settling on a frown.

"I believed I was. But before you came around, the thought of living with someone else never really occurred to me. I didn't feel this way with anyone - to me, the Graveyard was my escape from all the attention, but my home was my solitude. When things became overwhelming, I'd  lock myself in my study and work off the stress. I didn't have anyone to go to - not anyone that would understand."

Her hand crawls its way into his. He grasps it gently and holds it tight for a few seconds, her contact momentarily pulling him away from these troubling thoughts.

She slowly draws her gaze up to him. "Were you sad..?"

He lets out an airy chuckle. "Of course I was. I was already depressed doing the same thing every year for a responsibility I had no control over. All of the attention, praises, and women who forced themselves on me-" He holds a bony hand to his mouth. "I suppose being alone for so long just made it worse. I had no one to tell these troubles to. No one but Zero."

Hearing these words, the ghostly pup flies over to the couch and gently lays the rib bone on Jack's knee. The skeleton takes it without a word and attempts to shake all the slobber off. The dog whines as he comes to his master's side, hovering his 'paws' over his leg. Sally rubs the side of Jack's arm as he pops the bone back in, feeling nothing but sympathy for him.

"It sounds like you didn't have a pleasant home experience, either..." She comments quietly.

He looks at her. She's surprised to see a grin growing on his face. He takes her hands in his own excitedly.

"-And that's exactly it, Sally! You're here now. How I felt in those pictures - how you saw me back then - is nothing compared to how I am now. I have you and Zero by my side, and I'm sharing my home with you. You've already made me such a happy man, and having you here with me makes it impossible for me to feel lonely again."

She smiles, squeezing his hands back. "I don't feel lonely anymore, either."

His stitched grin grows wider as his gaze comes to her face. He leans forward with slight hesitation. She understands right away. She leans forward and closes her eyes as they kiss. Zero wags his sheet in delight as he watches them. As they pull away, there's a look of relief on her face.

"The longer I'm with you, the more I realize how similar we really are." She confesses. "When I was trapped in my room all the time, it was the loneliest feeling in the world. Especially after I met you."

He lowers his skull and rests his forehead against hers. "-The moment I met you, every second away made me restless."

She blushes. He grips her hand tighter and brings them off the couch. He leads her out of the den and into the hallway - to the same place she spotted the pictures in the first place. They both stand there in front of the arrangement, looking at the various photographs together. When she looks at the same pictures, she feels different about them. They still upset her knowing he was so depressed at that time. But seeing the current Jack beside her, grinning widely and gripping her hand tightly, quickly assures her that things are better now.

He points a bony finger to the pictures in front of them. "You know what the best part of all of this? Now that you're here, we're going to make our own collection. I'll get rid of these old photos and replace them with ones I'll have with you."

He turns to her and winks. "-And you'll certainly know I'm going to be happy in those."

She laughs. "I'd like that."

He brings their hands up, clutching her small ones in his own. He didn't think she would care about something as small as this, noticing how upset he looked years ago. It means incredibly much, and leaves him to reflect on how his death is now. He can already imagine the walls filled with photos of him and Sally - the smile on his lips as genuine as his feelings for her.

"I love you."

The words leave his mouth as he stares at her in a moment of tenderness. She brushes her hair back and flutters her eyes at him. So beautiful.

"I love you, too."

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The Pumpkin King drums his fingers along his knee as he carefully watches Sally. She is several inches away from him holding a dress above her figure. Her eyes uncertainly lock with his sockets as he observes the sight. After a moment, he gives her a confident nod and smiles, brushing some dirt off of one of his lapels.

"You got the blood color perfect, and the spiderwebs look so detailed! You'll look breathtaking."

She gives him a shy smile and nods along, returning the dress to its place in her closet. He adores spending this time with her - helping Sally with her little projects, and giving advice on her ideas. He loves her creativity and admires her talents. In this case, she's been asking him for advice on making a dress that, in her words, "screamed 'Halloween'". This last one did the job, as he liked the Vampire look she was going for.

"Thank you, Jack. I thought if anyone would know the most about this, it would be you."

He rests his skull in his hand and eyes her coyly. "Asking the master - a wise decision!"

"I just made dresses out of whatever I could before, but...with all of these fabrics you have, I'm going to make things that'll help me fit in with the town."

"Not that you have to 'fit in' here..."

She smirks. "You know what I mean. "

He hums as she organizes a little in her closet. He sits on the edge of her bed and gazes out of her open window. It feels refreshing to spend his breaks at home. Before she was around, he'd kill time by sitting around in the Graveyard or doing paperwork - neither of which was as appealing as spending time with his girlfriend. His thoughts begin to wander until he finds the blue figure stepping into view. Her hands are currently behind her back. He gives her his full attention as she stands in front of him, hesitating to speak at first.

"I wanted to mention this to you, but...I was hanging some of our pictures the other day, and I came across one of yours that I wanted to ask about."

He arches an eye socket curiously. She brings her hands out from behind her back and reveals one of the photos he had hanging up. He takes it and observes it. It was a picture taken on a past Halloween, with him perched on the town fountain while all the citizens stood in front. Everyone is either smiling or baring their teeth and claws in excitement. He isn't sure what Sally is curious about, and gives her a look for her to elaborate. She sits beside him and points to himself sitting on the fountain - grinning proudly in his Pumpkin King form.

"This is you, isn't it?"

"Why, yes it is. "

"That's what I thought." She fiddles with her fingers. "I recognized you, but it isn't how you usually look. I've only seen that scarecrow a couple times before...and I always wanted to ask you about it..."

He sets the photo aside. "What exactly do you want to know?"

"-Is it a costume? You only ever look like that on Halloween."

"....Well, sort of..."

She gives him a confused loo,. He isn't sure how to explain it and makes a few motions in the air with his hands. "It's a special form of mine I only save for Halloween, because there's really no use for it when I'm not scaring."

"...'Special form'..?"

By now, he doesn't know how to else to make his point across. He decides to simply show her instead of fumbling over his words. He closes his eye sockets and focuses for a moment, soon feeling a hot sensation spread through his body. Where he once felt little weight is now covered in straw, his clothes replaced with a burnt umber jacket torn at the sleeves. He opens his sockets and finds his vision slightly more narrowed - the familiar lens he sees through the cut slits of a pumpkin head.

Two fiery pupils dart over to Sally, who looks astonished. She even scooted back during his transformation, as the sudden flames startled her. His hands - the bones now replaced with bark and his fingers with sticks, motion to his body casually.

"-This." He states simply.

The ragdoll isn't sure what to say. In a matter of seconds, Jack managed to completely transform his body into something....new. A scarecrow instead of a skeleton. She wonders if he is still under there somewhere - his skull hidden behind that pumpkin, or his bones underneath all that straw...She's never seen this being up close. Only the few glimpses on Halloween night, where she watched it dance around the fountain and jump in the water. Or the time it blew fire in her direction. She remembers being confused the first time she saw it disappear and Jack come in its place. Now of all that make sense. It was the same person all along.

Her jaw gapes open in surprise. "I thought it was a costume..."

"Why would the scariest man around need a costume?"

She almost feels like she's looking and speaking to a different person. If it wasn't for his voice, she wouldn't even know she is talking to the same Jack Skellington. She comes forward and curiously pokes at his straw, wondering if it's real. It very much is.

"H-How is this...possible? I mean, for-for you to change how you look, and-" She pokes at his pumpkin head and notices he winces. "Are you under there?"

"You can poke all you'd like, but you're not going to feel any bone anytime soon."

She pulls her hand away. Even if it doesn't look like the same skeleton man, she knows it's her Jack. And despite how different he looks....she finds some charm in what she's looking at. This scarecrow is still as skinny as Jack, the chest and shoulders being the widest part of its body. And while the hands are now practically sticks, they're still as long and large. The longer she stares at it, the more similarities she finds to the skeleton she's grown to love.

"You're looking at me for an awfully long time." He comments. "Do you...not like it?"

"Oh, no! I'm just curious, that's all." She reaches forward and attempts to put a finger through the mouth of the pumpkin. He backs away and urges her hand down.

"I don't want to burn you." He warns.

"There's fire?"

The dumbfounded look on her face tells him that he's leaving more questions than answers. He soon sighs, finding his breath hot as the fire warms the air. It didn't occur to him that he'd have to explain this eventually to Sally - the rest of the Town has simply known his abilities and Pumpkin King form for years. It was partially why he was accredited the way he was.

"When you first asked me what 'The Pumpkin King' meant...I forgot to mention you that I am also called that because of...this." He gestures to his form again. "I'm credited for being the scariest - but it's not all necessarily because of what I can do as a skeleton. It's because of this being that I partially am."

"So, really, you're a...scarecrow, and a skeleton?"

He hesitates. "In a weird way, yes."

She looks to be thinking for a long time. He doesn't interrupt her and sits there, quietly hoping she won't think of him any differently. The time would've inevitably come she'd see him like this...

"This explains why you felt so hot when I met you in the Graveyard after that Halloween." She leans forward and trails a hand on the pumpkin again. "-It feels cold right now, though."

"I'm controlling myself. I don't want the flames harming you, or your cloth skin..."

She looks down at her stitched skin. Only now she realizes how flammable she truly is - consisting mostly of cloth on her body. Her leaves swell in delight hearing how careful he is. She leans forward and wraps her arms around his body, quietly noting how different their embrace feels when he's like this. It feels... strangely nice.

His fingers hesitantly come to her back. They're no longer as pointy as his phalanges, but the grip is still firm. "I can change out of this if you want...it might be a little strange not seeing me as a skeleton-"

She interrupts him. "-I love you no matter what you look like."

He lets out a surprised noise. He wasn't expecting that answer. Regardless, he holds her close as those words sink in. How ridiculous it was to think she'd like this appearance of his less. Sally pulls back and smiles at him. He's unable to share it, but he hopes she knows that he's smiling as well. Without any warning, she leans forward and leaves a kiss on his pumpkin. The feeling is strange - as he can feel her lips on him and it still leaves delightful tingles - but the fact that he can't return it leaves him feeling unsatisfied.

He cocks his head to the side in disappointment. "That feels much better when I have lips..."

She holds his hand and intertwines their fingers, giggling. "I think so, too."

He comes forward and wraps his thin arms around her figure, leading them both down onto the blankets of her bed. She laughs as she feels his lips on her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along her stitches. It didn't even take him more than a minute to switch back. It leaves her relieved to see his familiar face again. Not that she doesn't find his other appearance enticing in its own ways - to her, he's always going to be the attractive skeleton man she's grown to care for, but seeing his smile and feeling his gentle touch on her makes her feel more...safe. His true look is one that is etched into her mind as her protector and her lover...

He pulls back and notices the bright smile on her ruby lips. His smile falters. "-Does it scare you?"

"What does?"

"That scarecrow. It doesn't frighten you, does it?"

She thinks a little about the question, her fingers gripping the sides of his suit in thought. After a moment, she replies, "A little. It's unsettling knowing it can burn me...but I'll get used to it."

"I wouldn't ever hurt you, Sal."

He says those words with such deep sincerity that it gives her goosebumps. She caresses his skull. "I know you wouldn't, Jack."

He brings his hand into hers again and they squeeze simultaneously. There is a moment of quietness between them, the skeleton's face undergoing many expressions as Sally watches him thoughtfully. He lowers his skull and rests it beside her head. "There are parts of me that I...forget about. The scarecrow is just one of them." His grasp becomes tighter. "It's a part of me I can't change. I become this person on Halloween - a different entity - when I scare humans and creatures..."

"How is that a bad thing?" She bats her eyelashes at him. "The vampires can turn into bats, but it does not change who they are."

"You weren't even sure it was me."

"But now I know it's you. How can I possibly be afraid?"

He thinks of everything he is capable of in that moment - breathing fire through that pumpkin, easily hiding and becoming part of the shadows, and losing all stiffness in his bones if he ever so desires. It enables him to bend backwards and into disconcerting poses, crawling like a spider while having an incredible sight in the dark. Not to mention how fast he can move with his limbs, which he found is very unsettling to the humans. All of these he has used to scare mortals and alike. To build his reputation to being the most horrifying creature known.

But as he looks at Sally, he feels...different. He's a gentleman and a kind soul to his citizens, but they are scary creatures in their nature who have grown used to frightening sights. They find it rather pleasant. The whole time he's known her, he never had an urge to impose any of his shrieks or moans on Sally. She is a kind, innocent ragdoll who does not understand the horror or Halloween. For that reason, she's never seen his true, terrifying self.

And he isn't sure if she ever should.

With her, the only urges he feels are ones of romantic intention and desire. He craves her company, her words, her kind advice - the sound of her voice and the feeling of her soft fingertips on his bones. Her lips pressed against his stitched ones, soothingly telling him she's there and that she loves him. To keep her in his death so he's not lonesome or depressed anymore. Nowhere in these urges does he find a want to frighten her - although such a thing brings happiness to most creatures in Halloween Town, Jack does not want to scare Sally in any way.

He wants to keep her safe. Protected. And he'll do that as Jack Skellington.

He digs his nasal bone into her shoulder, inhaling her perfume greedily. "-Of course not. No reason to, my love."

She leaves a kiss on the top of his skull. "I mean it when I say I love you no matter what you look like to me."

He grins, his fingers snaking their way to her sides. "Of course."

#The Nightmare Before Christmas #Jack and Sally #Jack Skellington #TNBC #Nightmare Before Christmas #Our Nightmare #Long post #Tim burton #Disney #fanfiction #fan fiction #Jack X Sally

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Don’t touch what isn’t yours! - Chapter 1

Fandom: Dream Daddy

Pairing: Damien x Robert

Setting: Maple Bay

Warning: Mentions of smut, Damien’s genitalia referred to as male, nothing much for this chapter

Summary: Damien has been dating Robert for a while and their life is becoming slowly more and more domestic but unfortunately, someone has been watching and doesn’t like it one bit.

Words: 1618

Requested: I remember seeing an old posts about some really dark prompts and I thought about the cult ending of Dream Daddy so I jumped at the chance ... then got really carried away (Btw, I wanted to contribute to the cult ending stuff so don’t @ me for this, normally I wouldn’t write Joseph like this)

Side note: This is a story I have completed and if it wasn’t for an anon jumping into my asks to see if I was okay then I would have waited longer to post this. Sorry for the absence for this time but everythings just piling up and I rarely get much time to myself if I’m not doing uni work (Which I graduated :D but I’m going onto a masters) or doing normal adult survival stuff so I hope this is okay.

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Perfect, everything was perfect, Damien had a perfect house, a perfect, if somewhat moody, son and a perfect, if slightly dysfunctional, boyfriend, everything was perfect … Maybe not perfect but close enough.

The bright morning light filtered through the curtains, flowing over the beautiful dark coloured carpet and slithering up to drape across the two lumps underneath the red silk sheets adorning the four-poster bed. Soft sounds of snoring filled the room as two men embraced as if their lives depended on it, one gruff and rugged while the other delicate and soft, complete opposites but fit together like two pieces of a jigsaw, maybe not the exact same picture but they go together nevertheless. Nothing could ruin the morning, nothing could interrupt their moment of bliss, nothing at all, except an alarm.

The blaring of Damien’s phone alarm caused the two men to stir, groaning from the rude awakening as the long haired prince of darkness sat up, his hair ruffled and tangled, the obviously two sizes too big, red V-neck shirt hanging off his shoulder as he looked around, his eyes still drooping while he observes the room, trying to get his brain into gear.

Moments of tiredly debating the inevitable wake up and letting his alarm play, Damien finally groggily reached over to his oak nightstand, swiping the screen and silencing the obnoxious disturbance. His hand shuffled around the wood, pushing his phone out of the way to grab his glasses and place them on his face.

Looking around, after giving himself the ability to see, he spotted something that quickly pulled a small smile across his face. Laying on the floor nearby the end of the bed was Roberts black leather jacket.

With a deep breath and his bottom lip between his teeth, the Victorian man carefully shuffled across the silk fabric of his bed, his bare legs slipping out of the covers and over the edge. Once his foot made connection to the fluffy carpeted floor, Damien peered over his shoulder to make sure that his other half was still deep in his slumber before finally pushing himself up.

Tiptoeing across the room, he carefully took the article of clothing in his hands, making sure that no noise could rouse his sleeping lover before slowly pulling the coat over his arms and holding it close to his body. The fading smell of Alcohol and Robert’s musk bombarded Damien’s nose causing the gothic dad to moan in happiness, letting a shiver course down his spine at the familiar aroma giving him a little boost for the day.

While Robert continued to sleep, Damien decided to get ready for the day. Looking over at the dark drawn curtains, he decided against letting the warm sun light up the room, his boudoir was dark but his lover was still asleep and he wouldn’t want to disturb that so he used the small amount of light flowing past the gaps to find his vanity, taking his ornate carved brush in between his long slender fingers and carefully pulling through his long black hair, luckily, the knots weren’t too bad after … last nights adventures … but still enough to make him wince. The Victorian decided to distract himself from the slight pain in his roots by reminiscing, well, more dreaming about Robert, thinking about their romance, thinking about their late-night escapades, thinking about Roberts hands, about his ruff voice about his…

He had not realised just how distracted he had gotten until he felt two strong arms wrap around his body from behind as some prickly stubble grazed his neck and a breathy deep voice whispered in his ear,

“Morning, love” another shiver shot down Damien’s spine as he squeaked from the sudden appearance of his lover, quickly he turned his head, hair swishing over his shoulder as he came face to face with the man he was fantasising about a moment ago,

“Robert, I didn’t hear you get up, darling, how, erm, how long have you been awake?” the goth asked softly, a slight nervousness laced in his voice as he realized just what state of dress he was in, Roberts shirt, Roberts Jacket and nothing else, he was practically naked. His thoughts were interrupted by a low gravelly chuckle,

“Long enough to watch you practically drool over me” he smirked as he wrapped one arm under Damien’s legs, lifting him off the chair so he could sit down, placing the man onto his lap instead, “I woke up just in time to see you smell my jacket” he whispered with an underlining tone of lust but to Damien, he could also hear the love emanating from his voice.

The Victorian squeaked softly and quickly pushed his face into the crook of Rob’s neck, hiding his obvious blush, even in such a dark room, anyone could see the bright crimson gracing over the softer mans face,

“I-I wasn’t smelling it, I was just … reminding myself of your scent, there’s a difference, my dear” Damien argued back, his voice muffled by Robert’s tanned skin, unfortunately the sound of his phone vibrating with notifications stopped him from just hiding under the safety of his bed sheets, “I think my cellular is definitely taking away the aesthetic of my lifestyle” he chuckled softly, peeking out from his little safe spot, moving his gaze as best as he could to see that his lover was staring lovingly down at him,

“I think you wearing my leather is definitely taking away from the look … but it suits you, makes you look a little … rebellious” he smirked as his eyes seemed to move over every inch of the Victorians body until they stopped, Damien watched curiously, following his gaze until he saw exactly what he was staring at.

With a gasp, Damien pulled the red shirt down his legs further, keeping anything out of view as he tried to keep himself composed, unfortunately, the damage had been done and Robert now had the image of Damien’s long, slender legs nestled over his as the red shirt crumpled up his body and revealed … a little too much of his body,

“Robert, as much as a part of me would love to recreate the events of last night, I’m afraid I am under dressed for the day and you must remember, some of us must leave the home for our place of work, so I really do need to go and bathe before Lucien awakens so I can at least provide him breakfast” he tried to argue but it got harder and harder to want to when he felt the familiar feeling of large, rough hands creeping up the inside of his thigh, “a-as I already seemed to h-have wasted some time, my morning bathe will need to be cut shorter t-than usual” he stuttered out, feeling Robert’s hand push past his and under the red shirt, creeping closer and closer to his little treasure, “I n-need to make breakfast a-and make sure I have e-everything and … R-Robert...” he partially moaned out as he felt the fingers of his lover touch the crease connecting his thigh and something that was still quite sensitive, “I-I need t-to get r-ready and I’m already s-sensitive enough a-as it is…” he whispered in the other man’s ear, his breathless argument only made Robert smirk more, his fingers dangerously close to his prize,

“You always seem to give yourself a good few hours and never use it all in actually getting ready, so a little fun before you do get ready shouldn’t be too bad and anyway” Robert’s thumb and forefinger wrapped around Damien’s little dick, rubbing gently, “how about, to help you save time and not have to rush, I join you in the shower?” he asked with the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he watched Damien’s expression change to sheer pleasure, he took it as a win. Earning a whine from the goth as he removed his hand, his arms once again snaking underneath Damien’s legs but this time it was to carry the softer man into the en suite bathroom, spending the next half hour giving Damien a reason to think about him all day … and probably giving Lucien a wake up call.

The rest of the day went off without a hitch, Damien managed to get ready for work in time, breakfast was made with enough time to spare for both him and Lucien since the boy still had school and even though he refused to look either his father or Robert in the eye, probably from the inappropriate wake up call, he gave them a smile before he left. Damien and Robert kissed each other goodbye as they left to go their separate ways with a promise of meeting up again after the Victorian came back from his probably quite exhausting job and that was how the day went.

Finally, when the end of the day came, Lucien was first home like always, stomping to his room to play his obnoxiously loud music, Robert decided it was around time to head over to wait for his lover and also be uncharacteristically nice enough to start dinner for them all to give Damien a little break and once the man in question was home, Robert was there waiting by the door, bouquet of flowers in hand and a warm smile on his face.

However, unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes were watching them from a distance, a pair of dark, hate filled eyes, glaring at them both while hatching a plan for them because if someone were to have Robert, it wasn’t going to be Damien.

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