#to everyone who sent me red: your taste is bad but i love you

[wlntrsldler]

poisoned mercury | delicate

friend group shenanigans | set after pink skies | series masterlist

song: delicate by taylor swift

“good morning,” you yawned, rubbing your eyes as you exited your room. travis was taking up the entire couch, doubled over in pain. “woah, what happened to you?” 

“food poisoning,” he replied, wincing. he had a blanket draped over him, acting like he was on his deathbed. 

connor walked in with a bowl of chicken soup for his brother, rolling his eyes as he shoved travis’ feet off the couch to have somewhere to sit, “and whose fault is that?” 

clarisse was sitting next to chris on the love seat, shaking her head, “told you not to get a hot dog from the gas station.” 

“rookie mistake, babe,” chris chimed in, “whenever you tell trav not to do something, he does it. it’s in his dna.” 

“connor shares the same dna as him and he’s not like that,” you called out from the kitchen, making yourself a bowl of cereal. the dining hall was already closed for breakfast since you woke up so late, thanks to the boy who was still passed out on your bed.

you couldn’t remember the last time you slept so well. you felt bad for leaving him alone, sleep in your room but your stomach was growling and if you didn't get some food in your system soon, you were bound to catch an attitude.

“that’s because i got the brains between the two of us,” connor joked, scoffing, “i let him borrow some brain cells once in a while.” 

“fuck you guys,” travis complained, sitting up. “i’m dying here and you’re making fun of me?!” 

you walked out into the living room, pulling one of the bar stools to sit closer to the group. your eyes darted to the screen in front of you, internally cheering at the familiar scene. they were watching barbie. the five of you watched in silence, letting out little laughs at the jokes, until the door of your room opened. 

luke walked out, half-asleep, and made his way over to you. he kissed your lips, mumbling, “g’mornin, five star.” 

“mornin’, pretty boy,” you squeezed the arm he wrapped around your waist. he sent you a lazy smile, nuzzling his face in your neck before disappearing into his bedroom. you turned your attention back to the screen, shoving a spoonful of fruit loops in your mouth, “oh, i love this part!” 

when you were the only one who burst out laughing at ken’s “sublime!” you turned to look at your friends, wondering why none of them were laughing. they were staring at you with wide-eyes, jaws ajar. their eyes were bright, lips breaking out into teasing smiles. oh. oh. 

“castellan get your ass in here, now!” 

luke walked out of his room with his eyebrows furrowed, confused as to why chris was screaming his name like bloody fucking murder at 12 pm on a sunday. surely, he hadn’t done anything wrong yet– he just woke up! he put his glasses on, finally able to see the looks on everyone’s faces, including your red cheeks and sheepish smile. 

luke didn’t even realize what he did until that moment. it just felt natural for him to greet you good morning, like he always did anyway, but it’s just sweeter this time around because he’s allowed to kiss you now, at least he thinks he’s allowed to. he was a little butthurt that he woke up alone on your bed this morning so when he walked out and was only able to make out your silhouette, he didn’t think twice before placing a chaste kiss on your lips. he got a taste of what it was like to kiss you and he couldn’t help himself to do it again.

he thinks now, though, that perhaps he should’ve thought twice because there was no way your friends would let the two of you leave until you explained. luke’s face paled at the sight of his friends. were you mad at him for kissing you in front of people? if his head wasn't spinning with all the negative thoughts he was having, he would see your face and understand that you were happy your friends knew about the two of you.

clarisse clicked on the remote to pause the movie, “soooo… seems like we skipped a few chapters.” 

“more like we finally got to the next chapter,” travis snorted, earning a smack on the back of his head from connor. the older stoll hissed, “don’t act like y’all weren’t tired of their pining.” 

chris rolled his eyes, eyes darting between you and luke. he was trying to fight the smile threatening to show on his features, “so care to enlighten us, guys?”

"luke?"

luke's head snapped to the sound of your voice, pulling him out of his head. you had an arm outstretched, beckoning him over to where you stood. it made luke feel giddy inside as he trotted over to you, finding comfort in standing behind you and placing his chin on top of your head. he swung an arm around you, hoping that you wouldn't see the thumbs-up he sent to the boys.

"yeaaaaahhhh castellan's got the girl!"

"oh my god," you whispered, turning around to bury your head in luke's chest. you were blushing furiously at the cheers from your friends. you think you might've even heard travis complaining about losing a bet to connor. clarisse and chris were babbling about how double dates would be fun, though clar mentioned that luke and chris would end up third and fourth-wheeling the two of you more than anything. "our friends are crazy."

the arm he had wrapped around you pulled you in tighter. you felt the rumbling of his chest, "they are."

"you guys are so fucking cute," clarisse said, a hand over her heart. "y/n, he finally made a move!"

you turned back around to face clarisse and the group, "actually i made the move!"

luke scoffed, "you did not. i kissed you."

"i asked you to come in last night."

"yeah i believe, y/n," connor piped in, shrugging. "luke was not gonna make a move."

clarisse gasped, placing a hand on chris' bicep, "we should compare notes."

your eyes widened, "do not compare notes."

"wait, what do you mean notes?" luke asked quizzically. "was five star talking about me?"

"clarisse i will never forgive you if you tell him anything."

"i'm not gonna tell him directly," she hummed, lacing her fingers with chris', "but if i told my boyfriend who happens to be his best friend and he tells luke, then, technically, i haven't done anything wrong."

"y/n, i assure you, you should not be embarrassed," travis said, snickering. it was luke's turn to panic. "whatever you said to clarisse about lover boy here, i'm sure it can't be any worse than what he's said about you to us over the last two months."

chris cleared his throat, putting on his best luke impression, "five star is so pretty. i don't think i've ever seen anyone so beautiful."

"five star is so funny. i can listen to her talk about anything for hours." this was travis.

"oh, luke where were you today? we haven't seen you all day," connor said in his regular voice before deepening his voice a tad bit to match luke's, "oh, i was hanging out with five star and we accidentally fell asleep by the lake."

"not to mention the dozens of songs he wrote about you," chris teased, "thanks for inspiring the second album, but bro was like alexander hamilton writing those songs."

luke whined, tugging on his hood to cover his face, "guys, stoppp."

"oh my god, y/n, you should see his tweets."

"do not show her my tweets!"

you burst out in laughter, getting up from your seat. you wrapped your arms around luke and he took the opportunity to hide his face in the crook of your neck. you could feel the heat on his cheeks against your skin. you played with the hair on the nape of his neck, "all right, guys, enough."

"can we go back to your room?" luke whispered in your ear, lips grazing the shell of your ear.

"mhm," you couldn't deny him of anything if you tried, "come on, pretty boy."

you couldn't help but laugh and throw up the middle finger to your friends as they called out jokes and kissing noises as you and luke went off. it was funny, really, how they all knew there was something between you and luke before the two of you did. it was nice to know that your friends were supportive, regardless of how annoying they would be now that you and luke were together.

luke collapsed on his side of your bed, unable to wipe the dopey smile on his face. you sat on his lap, leaning over to press kisses on his cheeks, "just so we're clear, i wanna see the tweets. and hear the songs."

"well you can't ask me that while you're sitting on top of me because i'll fold."

you giggled, kissing his lips passionately. his hands gripped your waist as he sat up, getting in a more comfortable position, "that's the point, castellan."

luke pinched your side, chuckling when you squealed, "you're evil."

"uh huh," you mumbled, "you know we're never gonna catch a break with our friends now right?"

"honestly, i haven't caught a break from the boys since i met you," he admitted, "but at least i get to kiss you now, so it's really a win."

you couldn't agree more.

#frances writes #poisoned mercury #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #luke castellan pjo #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan #luke castellan x yn #luke castellan x y/n #luke castellan x you #percy jackson fanfic #percy jackson

[mina-saiyat]

Happy Birthday, Daddy (Tzuyu)

A/N: A little ss for Tzuyu's stockings, I wrote it because she posts it on my birthday, so I guess this is the birthday present she gave me this year lol. Enjoy.

-------------------------------------------------------

You slowly awaked by the pain on your arms, feeling the warmth surrounding you, you can’t hold your smile, two beauties have given you a fantastic night for your birthday. You never imagined that you don’t even need to convince them to sleep with you together, Mina and Jihyo have prepared for you. Your hand rubbing their back, feeling the smoothness of their pure skin, your morning boner seems raise again in Mina’s pussy.

‘Boss… No… let me take a rest…’ Mina slurs her words even in her dream, you shake your head resignedly, you are fucking them too rough last night, but can you find a men who can control himself when he is keep seducing by these little evils? You uncover the blanket, witness what you have done last night, handprints and bruises are all over their tits, ass and thighs. Their nipples are swelled and surrounded by your hickeys.

You carefully retreated from their hug and leave the bed, you are going to the office after your birthday leave. Seeing Dahyun and Chaeyoung sitting in the dining room, you pretend nothing has happened and take your seat. However, Chaeyoung is not gonna giving up this chance. ‘Oppa, I can hear Mina eonni moaning all night long.’

‘Do you wanna try tonight? You know I gonna break you until you are torn.’ You not gonna let Chaeyoung take any advantage of you. ‘Well, Dahyun eooni would help me too. We will drain you, Oppa.’ All you can see next is Dahyun is red like an apple, seducing you to get a taste of it.

‘If you still wanna walk tomorrow, you better shut up now, Chae.’ Your hand mounts on her meaty thigh, squeezing it hardly until you hear she moans like a cat. ‘If you are performing well, then you may get what you want.’ You whispers to her ear, not letting Dahyun hear what you say. ‘Try to learn from Dahyun, be a good girl, ok?’ You quickly finish your breakfast and leave for work. Sana has been sent away to oversea these days, you need to monitor the staffs as you are the only seniors at the Myoui’s if Mina is not coming today.

It seems to be another normal day but everyone congrats you when you walk through the long corridor, perhaps they know why the CEO is not here today, but none of them have the courage to make fun of it. If anyone has insulted your fiancé, they are goona have some real bad consequences.

‘Daddy! Happy birthday!’ The moment you opened the door of your office, you are surprised by the jump scare of your dear daughter Tzuyu. You would not expect anyone here when Sana and Mina are both absent.

Tzuyu hugs you with her warm body, you can feel her curve smoothing around you. The cut right on her chest allows you to peek her cleavage, the stockings perfectly wrapping her legs, showing how meaty they are. ‘Sana mommy said you love stockings, so I wear it for your birthday.’

Your hand automatically reaches her ass, the roundness of her bottom half always makes you addicted. ‘Daddy, mummy Sana and Mina is not here today. Let Tzuyu celebrate your birthday with you… Ah…’ You could not wait this little smut finishing, your morning load of today has not been released yet. You immediately put her on your table and start playing her body.

‘Let me serve you, daddy. It’s your birthday… umm…’ Tzuyu slowly turning her head, allow you to kiss her neck more easily. The red on her face hints how enjoy she is. One of your hands has go under her sweater and playing with her tits, feeling how much it has grow after massaging by you everyday. Your another hand still mounting on her thigh, feeling her stockings and the thigh you like the most. ‘Baby, you are serving me everyday, lets try something new today. Let daddy take the lead, baby.’ You kiss her before removing her sweater, her pairs of tits pops out like a rabbit, the cherries on top is erected already, seducing you to get a taste of it.

‘Umm… daddy… you are so horny today… Mummy Mina did not satisfy you last night?’ Tzuyu hugging your head towards her chest, fixing your lips on her nipple. Her hand has already remove your trousers, rubbing your cock with her stockings.

The pleasure of her stockings rubbing your tips is too hard to resist, your can’t hold your moan even you are keep tickling her nipple with your tongue. ‘Baby, I want to fuck you now.’ You kiss her nipples before pushing her down on the table again. With a slap on her ass, she turns around and bending herself on the table, being a loyal slut for you, she always know what you want.

‘Daddy, please give it to me. Your baby girl wants your cock to fill her slutty cunt.’ Tzuyu shakes her ass hardly, not forgetting to give you a wink at the same time. ‘How can I reject my baby girl?’ You slowly approaching her, using your cock to slap her ass. ‘Is that your mummy teach you to be a slut. Huh?’

‘No, daddy. I am the cheapest whore in the world, just punish me please, daddy. I want you, you like to hear it right?’ Tzuyu’s evil whispers takes over your mind, you stop teasing and directly push your cock inside with a swing motion.

‘Oh…’ ‘Ughh…’Both of you release a satisfied moan when you penetrate her, her pussy is always so wet for you, you don’t need another other lubrication. The suction from her womb gives you no time of preparation, you instantly moving your hips in and out, not giving time for Tzuyu to adjust herself.

‘Ahhh… daddy… you are so big…’ Tzuyu seems finally relived from the desire, although she still objecting you verbally, her hands grabs the edge of your table to keep her balance. You fuck her so hard from the beginning, even the table seems to be moving with your thrust.’

‘Tzuyu ah… wear stockings more often… Daddy loves to fuck you in stocking.’ Your free hand still playing around her thigh and ass, feeling how elastic her bottom is. ‘Daddy, ah… I will do anything for you.’

‘Look how wet you are, Tzuyu. My jeans are covered in your juices. You are such a slut, eagering for daddy’s cock.’ You keep thrusting hard, the pleasure is taking over your body. ‘Daddy, don’t say like this…’ Sana push the desks so she could rise her upper body. ‘I am becoming a slut because of you, daddy. Just fuck me harder… Ummm… Break your Tzuyu!’

Hearing your groan, Tzuyu knows how excited you are, she grabs the desk harder and clamp your cock with her walls. ‘Oh yes… right there… Harder Tzuyu. Daddy feeling so good…’ The bite from Tzuyu hits your sensitive spot, your nearly cum from her little trick. ‘You really know how to bite, let daddy treats you more.’ You pull her long hair from behind and fuck her even harder, just like a male dog seeking it’s orgasm eagerly.

‘Ahhh… Daddy. I am going to cum…’ The harder Tzuyu clamps your cock, the harder your cock gets, just like a chain reaction pushing Tzuyu to her edge. ‘Daddy is near to cum too, wait for me… Tzuyu.’ You slap her ass again and fuck her deep with your every thrust, focusing the sensation on your own cock.

However, Tzuyu stills cum ahead of you, following by juices splash on your cock, she reaches her orgasm. Her whole body cannot stop from jerking. ‘Oh… Daddy… I feel so good…’ You slowly withdraw your still harden shaft from her body, admiring her nectar keep leaking out from her clits.

You get Tzuyu in your arms and sit on your chair, feeling the warm of her body. ‘You haven’t cum yet, daddy?’ Tzuyu opens her eyes and asks shyly. Her red lips seducing you, you give her a kiss with tongue while playing with her breasts at the same time. ‘Daddy wanna have more fun with you, do you like it?’

‘But I want your cum, daddy. I want you to fill me with your cum…’ Tzuyu acts innocence again as she knows you can’t resist her when she acts cute. Her soft hand grabs your cock and start stroking again, seducing you to release your desire. ‘If my baby is ready for the new round… Then daddy will give what she wants.’ You push Tzuyu on the desk before you finish, catching her off guard, making her scream. ‘Ahh! Daddy.’

You put her legs on your shoulder, not wanting to waste anytime on the foreplay as it’s the second round. You thrust like firing a cannon, directly reaching the deepest part of her pussy, making her moan painfully. ‘Daddy… be gentle… ugh…’

You ignore her begging and keep thrusting, only adjust your position slightly, so you can thrust your hips more easily. The faster you move, the louder Tzuyu moans. Your hands mount on Tzuyu’s tits again, while you are still enjoying the sweetest temptation inside her.

‘You like my tits too, daddy?’ Tzuyu puts her hands on yours, fixing them on her tits, forcing you to grab them. ‘Tzuyu, you tits are growing again, right?’ Feeling the size in your hands and seeing the soft meats that peek from your fingertips, you pretty sure she is growing again.

‘Isn’t because of you, daddy? You ugh… play with it everyday in office…’ Tzuyu’s moan again when your hand keeps rubbing with her nipples. ‘Yeah, it’s all daddy’s effort. Maybe I should massage you more often, so you could have larger tits than Mummy Jihyo.’ You joke and playing her tits even harder, leaving handprints on it. ‘’Ahh… Tzuyu don’t want… to be so big…’ Tzuyu tries to act cute again. ‘Umm… now is enough… for me!’ The intense sex forced Tzuyu to answer between moans, her tits are bouncing even heavier even they are in your arms.

Your push her legs on her tits, trying to flip her in half. Your hands move down to her waist, pinning her on the table so she could raise her hips up when she feel itchy. ‘Ah… Daddy…… Ummm Ahhh… It’s feeling so good… Please fuck me… harder!’

‘Fuck… Tzuyu… Your pussy are so good…’ You groan loudly as you feel Tzuyu’s wall start tightening again. You pull one of Tzuyu’s leg right in front of your face, the mixture of her sweat and body scent seducing you to get a taste, you can’t control yourself and start licking it.

‘Ohh… Daddy… You not only like my thigh? Uhh… It’ so itchy… daddy…’ Tzuyu start rubbing her clits while you still fucking her hard. ‘Ugh… Oh… Daddy… Faster… Faster please…’ She begs you to fuck her faster again as she know she is going to cum again.

‘Oh… Tzuyu… let Daddy fill you…’ Your words slur from her toes, the stocking is shinning under the light since it is complete wet under your saliva. Once again, you are surprised by her suction, it seems like her pussy is going to bite you cock out from your body.

‘Ughh… Ummm… Ughh… Ohh… Oh!’ The high pitch moan and tightness of Tzuyu let you know that she has reached the second orgasm. She keep shaking her head during the orgasm. You don’t want to hold on anymore, the pleasure all the way down to your spine push you over the edge. ‘Take it all, baby! Have a baby for daddy!’

‘Ugh…’ ‘Ughhhh!’ With two satisficed moan, you keep shooting your cum in Tzuyu until you can’t cum anymore, you keep thrusting slowly even you are jerking from the intense orgasm, her pussy refusing to let you go, keep milking you hardly when you are still moving inside her.

‘Happy birthday, daddy.’ Tzuyu strugglely gets up from the table and gives you a kiss, ‘Tzuyu will help mummies to do their work when they are not here.’ You wipe away her sweat on the forehead and return your kiss. ‘Thank you, baby. I really like the present. But lets clean yourself and start working so we can have more fun later.’ You squeeze her tits and thighs hardly before getting her up.

‘But Daddy… It’s not enough…’Tzuyu walks to the couch at the other side of the room, while keep turning back and making eyes to me. Tzuyu climbs on the sofa, supporting herself with one hand, laying on the side, fully exposed her naked body.

‘Daddy, come here?’

You shake your head with a sigh. A Daddy would never reject her baby daughter.

On the couch, once again you flip Tzuyu into a 90 degree angle, the pairs of leg in the stocking are raise highly toward the ceiling, her tits are playing by you, the tight pussy is welcoming the visitor that she already familiar with.

Seems the boxing day arrives early this year.

#minasaiyatis #twice smut #tzuyu smut #twice tzuyu #twice imagines #female idol smut #girl group smut #kpop smut

[salaciousdoll]

꒷︶ ̇ ̟ ෆ ‿︵‿ The Salacious Exploits ‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ︶꒷

You’re a girl who was brought into this world with riches. Many thought that you had it all but the act of abandonment done by your father says otherwise. Don’t get it misconstrued though, your father is still alive and in your life just doesn’t even glance your way even when you broke into the famous stadium near your house with your friends, leading to sending you away to boarding school. Boarding School was an experience. Getting through that obstacle only to end up at a nice 4 year University. Easy-peasy for you right? except two and a half years later you’re sent to Private College. You hated your mother for thinking what’s best for you but “The Kaizen of Maria” Private College was a risqué experience, way better than boarding school, am I right? Am I? See how you deal with being with the social classes you don’t usually be in. Hardships, flowing red and orange leaves hitting the ground in the opening season of fall, volleyball practices, majors, sexy instructors and classmates, and finally realization of issues.

Be apprised of the warnings before you read below: smut, heavy smut, plot build-up, angst, heavy angst at the end chapters and maybe beginning too, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, age gap, reader is in her early 20s( 21-23), tw.taboo, teacher/student relationships, reader could be considered hyper feminine and Bimbo/ditzy, very different and wrong depictions of boarding school( just for the plot), trauma( heavy and light), power dynamic relationships, sex with no relations on one side( yours), large age gaps so please be aware, written with black reader in mind but again everyone could read, volleyball player!reader, fashion major!reader, chubby reader in mind but everyone could read, daddy issues are high here but this in no way to describe it in a sexual manner only( this also goes into depths of it), heavy drug use! But the reader is not doing it just watching + dark content!, threesomes, classroom fucking, under the desk, Pervert reader and some characters, size kink but not major, false!corruption kink, reader is very seductive without even doing anything, body fluids( squirting, creampies, cum on body), mention of the younger cast of each series( not everyone though), Fem!reader, the men and Hange are between the ages of (30-50, so exit out this series if you’re uncomfortable), some fluff here and there, a little self indulgent, small descriptions of body parts( cocks, pussy, hair, etc.), heavy body worship, oral( f & m receiving), mentions of alcohol/parties off campus, strict teachers( Nanami, Erwin, and Levi), toxic!relationships, unrequited love( male wise), modern!au, joint modern au, crossover au!

Characters: Erwin smith, Levi Ackerman, Onyankopon, Hange Zoe, Miche Zacharias, Gojo satoru, Geto suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Shiu Kong, Hiromi Higuruma, Keith shadis, Kishibe, Eren Kruger, Principal Yaga, Zeke Yeager, Atsuya Kukasabe, Grisha Yeager, Kenny Ackerman, and Choso Kamo

Wc: tba ( tie it up at the end of the series)

ෆ ‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿ ෆ ̟ ̇ ┈•ﾟNote from Salaciousdoll: Thank you to Deja for the pictures/headers, I adore you so much for this because you did this for free and just for your own entertainment, I was so scared to ask you but we up!! 😭 read the warnings carefully everyone. As always, MDNI; 18+ only

Taglist

｡ﾟ•┈୨ CHAPTERS ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

i. The opening of Fall 9/19/23

ii. Friends? 10/1/23

iii. You can’t always get what you want 12/16/23

IV. I wouldn’t do a thing like that, that’s for sure! 1/16/24

V. Be my Daddy(1/24/24)

VI. Ridin’

VII. I put you down because I want you

VIII. Slut Pop

IX. Strawberry Pound Cake

X. Thee Five Star Bitch

XI. Cherry Cola

Xll. Ten men on my line tryna fuck me, your daddy’s the biggest spender

XIII. He calls me lavender

XIV. Just wanna have fun’

BONUS CHAPTERS

XV. Holding hands with an bad old man

XVI. Allure

XVII. Wanna know how red taste?

XVIII. Blood Rush Slut

XIX . Candy Necklaces

XX. French Restaurant

｡ﾟ•┈୨ SALACIOUS PLAYLIST ୧┈• ｡ﾟ

1. Boarding school- Lana Del Rey 2. Party Girls- Victoria Monet

3. Love Language- Sza 4. Open Arms- Sza ft Travis Scott

5. Mermaid Hotel-Lana Del Rey 6. Girl that got away- Lana Del Rey

7. Go Go Dancer- Lana del Rey 8. Off to the Races- Lana del Rey

9. I’m that girl- Beyoncé 10. Rocket- Beyoncé 11. You can be the boss- Lana del Rey

12. French restaurant- Lana del Rey 13. Fucked my way up to the top- Lana del Rey

14. Attention- doja cat 15. Daddy issues- The Neighborhood

16. Older- Isabel larosa 17. Naughty Girl-Beyoncé 18. Valley of the doll- Marina

19. What was I made for- Billie elilish 20. Baby doll- Mariah Carey

21. The roof- Mariah Carey 22. Body Electric- Lana del Rey

23. All Up In Your Mind- Beyoncé

Tagging: @chosoist @honeybleed @emomanswhore @simpingfor-wakasa @happygoluckyalexis @mastermindenoshimaalicia @angelshub and if anyone else wants to be tagged in future chapter, fill out the taglist form.

｡ﾟ•┈© all right reserved to salaciousdoll, she does not give permission to steal, plagiarize, and translate.

#jjk smut #aot smut #csm smut #kishibe smut #aot x reader #jjk x reader #angelshubnetwork #chubby reader #plus size reader #x black reader #black reader #tw.age gap #levi ackerman smut #gojo satoru smut #toji fushiguro smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #attack on titan smut #geto suguru smut #jjk shiu #x female reader #female reader #kenny ackerman #erwin smith smut #snk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #attack on titan #anime x chubby reader #anime smut #anime men

[roosterforme]

Is It Working For You? Part 7 | Rooster x Reader

Just in case you need to start at the beginning or visit an earlier chapter, check out my Masterlist!

Summary: Your first date with Rooster, and all that entails. When Bradley is honest with you, he's being honest with himself.

Warnings: angst, fluff, some swears, adult banter, getting more into 18+

Length: 3600 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Wednesday, Thursday and Friday consisted of simple greetings and longing glances. Bradley knew you didn't want attention brought to the two of you, so he kept it under wraps at work. The only one of his friends who knew you two had even kissed was Phoenix. Well, and Bob, who was so nosy, he managed to butt into your conversations with Nat all the time.  

Bradley also spent a lot of time in the air, preparing for the mission. Maverick was up everyone's ass about being perfect, which didn't leave much time for anything else.

But you did text with him every night, just like he promised you would. And Thursday night, as he was climbing into bed, you had sent him a screenshot of your conversation, showing him that you hadn't changed his contact name from Bradley Rooster Bradshaw <3 <3 <3. His insides melted.

If this is what having a smart, sexy, caring girlfriend felt like, then sign him up. He absolutely wanted that. He just needed to get you on the same page.

He was showered and ready to leave, sporting his very favorite Hawaiian shirt, one that had once belonged to his father. He took one last look in the mirror. He looked fine, hair looked good. You seemed to like what you saw well enough to want to kiss him, so he headed out. 

It's not like he was taking you anywhere fancy, and he felt kind of bad about that. He just thought you would like this place, with your hot sauce obsession and proclivity for drinking good beers. As he pulled the Bronco into your apartment complex, he channeled Carole for a moment. He would be a gentleman, well... as much as he could. He would not sleep with you on the first date, probably. And just in case, he had condoms in the glovebox. He was all set.

Bradley ran up to the third floor and knocked on your door, and you opened it almost instantly, like you had been waiting for him. 

"Hey, Sweetheart," he said as you pulled him inside. "You look gorgeous."

That was an understatement. You looked incredible, and definitely overdressed for where he was taking you. Your hair was down and wavy, and your dress was short and red, his favorite color. You even had on high heels. 

He made a mental note to take you somewhere fancier next time. 

You threw your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. "You look nice too, but Bradley, seriously, how many Hawaiian shirts do you have?"

"You want to come over and help me count them one night?" 

"That's either a pickup line, or you need someone who is extremely good at calculus to help you with the math. Either way, yeah, I'm down for that."

Bradley laughed and threaded his fingers through yours. "You are wonderful," he whispered next to your ear and you absolutely preened at his words and his attention. "Ready to go?"

------------------------------------

You cruised along the coastal roads with the Bronco's windows down, your hand gently wrapped up in Bradley's. Neither of you said very much, you just stole glances at each other and listened to his music, which was a really fun Motown playlist.

"Your taste in music is impeccable," you told him as he pulled into a parking spot.

"So is my taste in women." 

You bit back a smile and turned to watch the sun setting over the water. 

"So did we drive all the way up to Del Mar just for dinner?" 

He smirked. "You'll see. And I'm paying for everything. Don't even test me this time." 

"But I love testing you. It's really entertaining for me."

Just hearing you say the word love was too much for him. 

"Yeah, well you're already good at it. Phoenix must have given you some pointers." He jumped out and came around to help you out of the car, lacing your fingers together as you started walking up the sidewalk. "Speaking of Phoenix, well, I was going to wait until later to ask, in case I completely blew this date with you and desperately needed some way to secure a second one... but she asked me if you might want to go to the Padres game tomorrow afternoon. She's got four tickets. Phoenix, Bob, me and you?"

You pretended to think about it for a couple seconds. "Yeah, I guess. At least that way I wouldn't have to spend time alone with you." 

"Hey! That's not fun-" he started, but you cut him off with your lips on his. You smiled against his mouth and he pulled you against him. 

"So you're already asking me out for a second date? One where I would be spending time with your friends too? That's bold of you. We could end up having a super weird conversation tonight. You could end up trying to sneak out of here early," you told him as you trailed your fingers up his shirt collar and into his hair. 

He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you soundly on the lips. "I'm willing to take my chances." 

The restaurant was quirky and colorful with a full bar and tons of shelves full of hot sauces. "This is so fun!" you exclaimed after you had both ordered food and some beers local to southern California. Some other patrons were selecting hot sauces from the shelves. "Are you supposed to just walk around and pick out what you want to try?" 

"Sure, knock yourself out." 

You walked over to the shelves on the far wall and chose two that sounded good. When you came back to the table, Bradley had one in front of him as well. It was the green sauce from the cafeteria at the base that you liked so much. 

"Hey, that's my favorite one!"

"I know," he said as your beers were delivered to the table. "It's a brand new bottle. You can take it home, I bought it for you." 

He was too much. You'd had several boyfriends before, and you weren't sure any of them even knew what color car you had, let alone your favorite kind of hot sauce. 

"Jesus, Rooster, you're making all the other guys look bad," you told him, and he blushed. He actually blushed. 

"I just really like you, Sweetheart."

-----------------------------------

Bradley thought he must have been doing something right. You couldn't seem to stop touching him. Whether it was holding hands and playing footsie during dinner, or the way you currently had your hand tucked in the crook of his elbow, he was all for it. As the two of you walked along the nearly deserted pier across from the restaurant, you said, "Tell me something embarrassing."

"You want to know something embarrassing about me?" Bradley asked, clearly confused.

"Yeah, I do. Like, you seem a little too perfect right now. This is the best date I've ever been on. Dinner was a hot sauce lover's wet dream. And you're being sweet and actually seem to be listening to me."

"Why would I ask you out to dinner and then not listen to you?" he asked, secretly beyond pleased that this was the best date you'd ever been on.

"You'd be surprised what us women have to endure. Have you had like ninety girlfriends or something?" you asked, as he backed you up against the railing of the pier 

"No. Two." 

"Two?"

"Two girlfriends. I'm thirty-five and I've only had two girlfriends. Is that embarrassing enough for you?"

"No, it just makes you sound extremely picky. Tell me something embarrassing."

Bradley sighed and put his hands on your hips, briefly letting his head fall to your shoulder. "Fine. Have you ever heard Phoenix call me 'Soul Sister' before?" You shook your head no, and he lifted his face up to look at you. "Well, she does sometimes, because about five years ago we were working out together in the gym on base, and she put my earbuds in by mistake instead of her own. You want to know what she was playing on her phone? Metallica. You want to know what I was playing on my phone? Hey Soul Sister by Train."

You burst into laughter, head tilted back as you howled. "Oh, that's good!" you squealed, wiping tears from your eyes. "I wouldn't have expected you to be shit at making a gym playlist!"

"It's a really fucking good song, Y/N," Bradley whispered to you with a smile. This made you start another round of laughter.

When you finally calmed down, you wrapped your arms around his waist and put your head on his chest. "Thanks for sharing that, but it just made me like you even more. Hey, did you and Phoenix ever date?"

"God, no. Never. Never anything at all."

"Why not?" you asked, convinced Bradley would be able to get any girl anywhere to do anything he wanted.

"I think because... she was one of the only people I always felt like myself around. She lets me just be me. No judgments. I know that sounds silly, but I've known her for a really long time. And now it's your turn to tell me something."

"Something embarrassing?"

"Anything. I want to know everything about you."

You lifted your face away from his chest and leaned up to kiss the scar running across his Adam's apple, and you felt him shiver. "You can ask me anything," you promised.

"Where did you grow up?"

"Maryland. My parents still live there."

You placed another gentle kiss to his Adam's apple.

"Do you have siblings?"

"No, just me."

This time you kissed his chin.

"Are you close with your family?"

"Yeah, pretty close."

Another chin kiss. 

"What's your favorite color?"

"Yellow. The shade of dandelions."

Now a kiss on his cheek.

"How many boyfriends have you had?"

"Five."

You pressed your lips to the corner of his mouth.

"What made you change your mind about going to dinner with me?"

You looked up at him and tilted your head a bit. "It wasn't just one thing. I mean, as soon as I turned you down the first time, I regretted it. My friends had a holy cow over it too, so I knew I'd messed up pretty badly. You're sweet to me, but you're not a pushover. And you're smart and good looking, but you're not cocky. And when you fly, you're really good to your teammates. I like listening to you over the radio in the tower. I... don't know what I'm doing, honestly. I guess I just know what I don't want, because I've already had that. And I thought you would just be more of the same. And then I got so jealous at the Hard Deck. I thought for sure you were done with my shit at that point. And then football happened, and I absolutely needed to kiss you-"

Bradley's mouth found yours, and he eased you back against the railing with his body, caging you in. Your hands slid up under his shirt and met bare skin. "I'm glad you changed your mind. And I hope I'm half as good as you just described me," he rasped between kisses.

"So good," you murmured against his lips, slipping your tongue into his mouth. You slid your fingers along the top of his jeans and pulled him closer. You were met with a moan and some filthy kisses. Just as your hand slid down to his fly, he tore himself away from you. 

"You're gonna to be a handful, Baby Girl, aren't you?" Keeping his dick in his pants tonight was going to be way more difficult than he originally thought. Your gaze was so lust filled, he almost decided to skip the second half of the evening and drag you to the back of the Bronco. 

Bradley abruptly checked the time on his phone. "Shit, we're gonna be late," he said, taking your hand and guiding you back up the pier. 

"Where are we going?" Your voice sounded out of breath, just fanning the flame inside him. 

"Have you ever been to a silent disco?"

---------------------------------------

Bradley held you against him as you rode the elevator to the rooftop of a swanky beachfront lounge. You played with the buttons on his shirt, totally unsure about what a silent disco even was. But tonight had been absolutely perfect so far. You just wanted more and more time with him.

As you stepped into the darkness outside again, you were surrounded by lots of couples, strings of fairy lights, a beautiful bar with a glass top, and a DJ booth.  

"Welcome," greeted a girl who scanned some tickets that Bradley handed to her. "Here are your headphones. There are three channels, and the DJ is about to start. Let me know if you need anything."

Bradley slung his headphones around his neck, and you did the same with yours. "What is going on?" you asked, matching his smile with your own. "Are you going to explain this to me now?"

"I've never actually done this either, but it sounds fun. So basically, the DJ has three channels, and he plays three different songs. You can switch between pink, blue and green on your headphones," he explained, turning on his headphones and switching channels. The sides lit up a different color as he changed them. "Everyone ends up dancing around to whichever song is playing on the channel they are listening to, but nobody is really making any noise, since you can only hear the DJ through the headphones."

"This might be the best thing ever," you said, sliding your headphones into place and tuning in to the blue channel. Bradley was smiling so much at you, you could feel your heart squeezing. You took his hand and pulled him into the crowd as an 80's throwback song started playing in your ears. He quickly changed his station to blue as well, and you two danced around wildly with everyone else. 

Eventually you decided to see what was on the green channel, and he changed his as well. You both went back and forth, taking turns selecting songs and mouthing for the other to join you. 

"Pink!" you insisted, reaching up to change his again, but he shook his head and demanded blue. 

His lip syncing along to Britney Spears and Cher was actually quite good, and you both really seemed to enjoy grinding along to some classic R&B. The night air felt amazing, and there were stars above the fairy lights. Everyone around you moved with their partners in their own little worlds.

After a few more songs, he switched to the pink channel, and leaned in to change yours as well, brushing your hair away from your face in the process. It was playing one of the Motown songs he had on in the Bronco earlier. You wrapped your arms around his neck and danced closer to him. The song ended and another one started, but you stayed together. 

"Do you want a drink?" he mouthed to you, pointing his thumb toward the bar. You just shook your head right away, wanting to stay exactly where you were. He wrapped his hands around your waist and pulled you against him. 

Both of you stayed that way for a long time, but finally Bradley rubbed your back and you looked up at him. He pulled your headphones away from your right ear and said, "It's getting pretty late, ready to head out?"

You only nodded, afraid to speak and break the magical spell you were under. He guided you into the elevator, his hand caressing your lower back, bunching up the fabric of your dress and making you crazy. You rode back down to the first floor with your lips all over his neck. He groaned as he guided you along the sidewalk toward the Bronco. You were getting very handsy, but you couldn't help yourself, and you didn't care if anyone else was looking.

Somehow Bradley got you in his car and buckled your seatbelt for you. "You always do that," you said with a breathy laugh.

"I'm a full service kind of experience," he joked, and you pulled him in for another kiss, your lips absolutely mashing against his, your fingers messing up his hair. He kissed you so hard, your head was wedged against the leather headrest and his unrelenting lips, his mustache just adding to the sensation. He leaned down lower, letting his mouth taste your neck and the skin just above the top of your dress. He sucked on you there, probably hard enough to leave a mark for you to enjoy later. You moaned and let your head lull to the side, and suddenly you felt nothing but cold air as Bradley closed your door and walked around the back of the Bronco.

"Holy shit," you whispered, trying to catch your breath.  Had you ever wanted a man so badly before? You were aching and wet, and you wanted to take him to bed.

Bradley climbed in, started the engine and his hand was immediately on your bare thigh. He caressed your skin so serenely while he drove the twenty minutes back to your apartment, singing along softly to the playlist. If he was as worked up as you were, he wasn't showing it. As you approached your street, you asked him, "Are you going to come inside with me for the night?"

He swallowed hard, squeezing your thigh with his massive hand. "I would love nothing more at this moment than to be in bed with you. But no, not tonight, Sweetheart."

"Why not?" you whined, taking his hand and easing it further up your thigh. You were just a couple inches away from getting what you really needed. His fingers were so close.

He shook his head, licking his lips and groaning to get control as he parked. "Because you told me you know how guys like me are, and you're probably not wrong in what you're thinking. But I like you, for more than just what you can give me right now, and I need you to know that. I need you to take me seriously," he told you, his eyes pleading. "Plus... my mom would totally disapprove of us fucking tonight if she knew just how much I like you."

"Bradley," you whimpered as he removed his hand from your body. You unbuckled yourself and sat up on your knees, facing him. "Give me your phone. I'll call your mom right now and explain to her that I'm so horny I might melt into a puddle, which would definitely ruin this upholstery."

Bradley snorted out a laugh and shook his head sadly. "Trust me, if I could do that I would, Sweetheart. But my mom died when I was sixteen."

"Oh," you gasped, some of the lust receding from you. "Oh, Bradley, I'm sorry, I-I didn't know that."

----------------------------------------------

Bradley didn't know why he told you about his mom in that moment. He wasn't trying to completely turn you off. Really, he was having a lot of fun getting you more and more riled up. The fact that you wanted him as much as he wanted you was a massive turn on.

He watched as you crawled over the center console, careful to keep your high heels from digging into him or his car seats. He welcomed you into his lap and you straddled him in such a way that provided him some comfort but was also hot as hell. 

He was already in it now, so when you stroked his cheek with your thumb he also told you about losing his dad at age four. "I can't remember much about him. That's the hardest part. He was a naval aviator. That's how he died," he whispered into your hair as you leaned against his shoulder and slipped your hands around his neck.

"I'm sorry. That's horrible, Bradley," you said as you held him. Slowly his breathing synced up with yours, and Bradley couldn't think of a time he had ever felt more relaxed. The knowledge of losing both parents while he was still a kid was just a part of his DNA that he had to live with. But your response made him feel good. You didn't coddle him, and you didn't look at him like he was a lost cause.

"Maybe one day, if you feel like it, you could tell me about them?" you whispered, nuzzling your nose against the side of his neck, right under his ear.

"Yeah, I think I will," he rasped, rubbing the outside of both of your bare thighs with his hands. "You're something else, Sweetheart," he said before kissing your shoulder. The heat and intensity from earlier were gone, but they were replaced with something tender. He wasn't sure what this was, but it was good. It was what he needed.

After some sweet kisses and more snuggling, Bradley walked you up to your door, your fingers laced with his. "Thanks for the best date ever," you told him with an adorable grin.

"I didn't ruin it by bringing up my dead parents?" 

"No, Rooster. Everything you do and say just makes me like you more."

He pressed his lips to yours in a goodnight kiss that was the perfect combination of sexy and sweet. "I'll pick you up tomorrow for the Padres game."

--------------------------

I love the idea of them enjoying music together. It warms my heart. Also, the following chapter will contain smut for 18+ readers only. Consider this your final warning (or, alternately, get excited!).

Part 8

@hotch-meeeeeuppppp

@swthxrry

@roosterforme

@yaboid19

@mak-32

@miles-rooster

@solacestyles

@avoirlecoupdefoudre

@daisyhollyxox

@grxnde-dwt

@callsigndiamond

@harper1666

@throwinsauce

@beebslebobs

@awesomebooklover17

@wintercap89

@whosyourgnomie4

@rosesinmars

@blog-name6996

@bcon24

@wishfulwithwine

@backinwonderl4nd

@babybloomer

@monte-carlando

@tetragonia

@gingerbreadandpaper

@emptyloverofmine

@apparently-sunshine

@chaoticassidy

@bcon24

@missmirandafe

@thedroneranger

#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw #rooster fanfic #top gun fanfiction #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw x female reader #rooster #rooster bradshaw x reader #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw fanfiction #rooster x reader #bradley bradshaw x reader

[kisscara]

13. bumping into someone familiar [fanboy!scaramouche x drummer!reader] ⎯⎯ heartbeat rhythm series

the day before was like a dream.

there's a change in your attitude and practically everyone notices it. you just can't believe you got to casually hang out with the scaramouche.

he was so cool and composed the whole time, it had you thinking that he's a hallucination, or rather a divine angel sent down by the archons themself!

you hum as you fidget with the cat charm attached to your phone, sitting atop the outdoor stage as you and the other members wrapped up another practice. ayaka takes note of this and approaches you.

"(name)? when did you get that?" she queries, placing her hands on her knees to meet your gaze. you slowly giggle with a pink face, "he won it for me at the arcade." ayaka turns red at your response. she seems to be more excited about this than you do.

she looks around before sitting next to you and whispering, "did he?" you eagerly nod with suppressed laughs. ayaka quietly squeals, "that's so cute, (name)! you should make a move on him already!... ah, i don't mean to rush you or anything-"

you chuckle, "no, it's fine, ayaka. but," you stretch your arms and lay down onto the stage with your hands behind your head. "i don't know. i still have a bad feeling about having to confess sooner or later."

ayaka hums in understanding. you sit back up and change the topic to lighten the mood. "did you know he has two sisters? his younger sister, fischl, is in her last year of middle school and he has a twin sister, who goes to our school!" you playfully nudge, "if he rejects me, i'll go for his sister."

ayaka's jaw drops and you laugh at her reaction, "i'm joking!"

hu tao comes out of nowhere and places a paperbag on top of your head. "food is here and just what are you guys giggling on and on about? me and yoimiya could hear you from the other side of the stage!" the brunette crouches down by ayaka as yoimiya sits next to you.

you tease hu tao with a lilting tone, "you'll have to guess." hu tao hands a sandwich to yoimiya and ayaka and saves you for the very last. "something something student council president," hu tao flatly says, taking a bite out of her own sandwich.

"how did you know?" you sarcastically ask, swaying your legs and hitting the heels of your shoes against the stage. "anyways, he's super sweet. people who hate him are just jealous like that," you state with a smile.

the sandwich began to taste even better when you spoke about him.

hu tao rolls her eyes, "okay, (name)~ now, about yun jin!" she leans in, "she hasn't texted us in days. do you think she's alright, handling the madam faruzan situation? what if she won't be able to sing when the day comes?"

ayaka frowns, "that's true. she hasn't practiced with us in forever. at this point, we might have to cancel on performing." all four of you fall silent at the thought of it.

"it's okay!" yoimiya widely grins, "we could fill in for her." the blonde takes out a notepad and hurriedly scribbles down the lyrics. "here, like this. ayaka can sing the first verse, then-"

ayaka cuts her off with a yelp, "me, sing!? i don't know about this plan, 'miya..."

you place a hand on ayaka's shoulder and smile, "it's okay if you don't want to, but you really are a great singer. your voice is very stable but soft, which contrasts really well with the song."

hu tao nods, "mhm! plus, we're all going to be there! only the archons know how many people are out there that love you like we do!" ayaka takes tiny nibbles from her sandwich, muttering, "what am i going to do with you guys?"

after planning out who's singing which verse and practicing like it was the real performance, the sun began to set, and everyone started packing up their instruments.

"see you tomorrow, hu tao, 'miya!" ayaka calls out with a smile and you and her head back into the school building.

you suddenly realize something and start feeling at all of the pockets you could possibly find on your outfit. "shit, i forgot my house keys in my locker! text me if ayato is here by the time i'm not back!" you exclaim, running up the stairwell to the second floor.

ayaka blinks and looks around her, "o... kay..."

you pant to catch your breath and in a rush, your shoulder hits someone in the arm. you look back and panic, "sorry, i-!" your pupils dilate at the sight of the girl before you.

"oh? aren't you the drummer from 5O5?" mona curiously tilts her head and places a hand on her hip, seemingly have forgotten the previous slip-up of yours.

you shyly nod, a little intimidated by how much she appeared and acted like scaramouche. the cold aura, the pretty face; just who is their mother?

she held up one of her hands to her mouth and your gaze instantly admired her gorgeous nails and rings. "ah, i see! i've heard a lot about you from my little brother." a sly smile curls at her lips and you anxiously swallow.

"don't worry, it's nothing bad. quite the opposite, actually." she adds, "i'm looking forward to your performance for our school's festival. i went to one of your live performances before, the one at the inazuma live house."

you gasp, "really?" mona titters, "yeah, kuni was there too." you look at her with a puzzled expression and she clarifies, "kunikuzushi is scaramouche's first name. he uses his second name for, i don't know what reason that boy has."

kunikuzushi? where have you heard that again?

thinking about it began to make your mind feel fuzzy, searching for a memory buried within others.

you mumble, "that's interesting..." you recall how he had mistook you to be the group leader, but if was at the live house, then he would have known yun jin was the leader. well, it's probably nothing. there's no point in going into depth, right?

"wait, um..."

"mona," she says, answering for you.

you sigh, "mona, why did you two go to the live house in the first place?" mona answers truthfully, "he asked me to drive him. practically pleaded, at that."

tags: @mariusvonhangme @scaramoo @mikismusings @rizakari @akagism2 @sakiimeo @ohmyfinggod @aethersluvrr @scarafrisbee @kaoyamamegami @liliumaraneae @dreamsofminnie @starfart19 @kunisbeloved @luhvashh @makiswrld @kyouzki @mimissubway @loucaroarz @theblueblub @angelunatic @shinjuuz @thenightsflower @coquettemaiden @thefandomcrow @cotton-eee @lovely028 @hrtswinter @duckyyyx @kissingkzuha @dazaisboner @adeptusx @tomotofu @yukiipc @httpspatholvr @star583 @soobasaur @dr8amy @scaraapologist @raideneiari @rvoulte @esquevl @pyrrhicgaze @tjjjrsj @enviouspeanut @d4y-dr3am3r @aromaticism @undecidingfate @idontwantoeatspicy

taglist is now closed as i've reached the max tags in a single post. (50/50 tags occupied + officially removed users whose names aren't linked)

what happens when you, a talented and well-known drummer across the web, grow an intense crush for the student council president, who's also your number one fan? from annoying sisters to nosy bandmates, the next event that happens is always more chaotic than the last!

© kisscara

#📼 — 𝓦.𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. #gender neutral reader #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x you #genshin x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x reader #genshin smau #genshin imagine #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfics #genshin fanfiction #genshin fanfictions #scaramouche #genshin fluff #scaramouche fluff #scaramouche angst #genshin angst #scaramouche imagines #scaramouche smau

[oakwave]

My hero -

Smut-Van palmer x reader

Warnings: football injury, mentions of blood, smut

Description: Van being all sweet n shit when reader is injured

Words: 1350

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"EVERYONE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE PITCH" Jackie's voice bellows through the locker rooms after giving her 'we will win this' 'work as a team' speech. Everyone begins heading out of the dingy room, me and van lagging behind a bit as she pecks me on the cheek and I tell her to be safe. I always get worried when we have a game, mostly for vans safety, I mean getting balls pelted at you is no fun (in any context) and she could get seriously injured if she's not careful, not that I question her ability I know how good she is but if someone else isn't playing by the rules her skill doesn't effect her being injured. By this point van taps me on the arm, pulling me out of my thoughts "I'll be ok, I'm an amazing goalie remember" she reassures me, a smirk plastered on her lips. "Yeah I know, good luck van" I speak and she wishes me the same as we head into position.

I wait for the whistle, eyeing up our opponents. Some of these girls look fierce, still I'm sure we can win. At that moment the whistle blows, throwing me into action. Me and tai run forward blocking girls from the other team as Shauna takes the ball into possession. I run forward as Shauna passes to Jackie who passes to me, sprinting towards the goal and getting ready to pass to tai who's on my left, away from the other team, suddenly I feel myself flying forward, the ground getting closer and closer until a pain shoots through my nose and I momentarily lose the ability to breath. I roll over, my eyes meeting the soft blue of the sky, hearing a commotion around me as Lottie comes to kneel beside me "hey, hey are you okay?" She says gently, "obviously fucking not, look at her nose" Nat speaks. It's at this moment I notice the metallic taste inhibiting my senses, my hand brushes my nose creating a shock of pain and painting my hand red.  "Oh hey no no don't do that!" Van speaks frantically, taking my hand,  when did she get here ? It doesn't matter I'm happy she's here. I hear tai and Jackie arguing with who I assume tripped me over and coach telling Van to take my to the nurses office and our other goalie to take over for her. Van and Shauna help me up, everyone else seems to be hovering around me, do they expect me to fall AGAIN?

Van takes my arm around her shoulders and I feel her hand on my waist. "Hey baby" I say with a smile, "hi babe, you feeling ok?" She asks worriedly. "Yeah I'm fucking greeaaaaatt" I answer feeling a little dizzy and a throbbing in my head. "you're probably concussed so I'll let you have that one" she smirks at me and I grin back, the blood still dripping from my nose.

We make it to the nurses office and van stays with my while I get cleaned up and sent home, with an ice pack to hold against my face, at which point Van insists on walking me as she can't drive and she doesn't think it's safe I do, with no one else to pick me up with my parents being on a business trip I agree to her demands.

Eventually we make it back to my house, no one's home as expected and Van helps me take of my shoes and checks my nose again. "The swellings not to bad but there's a bit more dried blood, c'mon I'll clean it off for you" van says, staring at my face, before taking my hand and leading me to the kitchen. "Oooo dried blood, bet I look the sexiest right now" I say sarcastically, feeling a little self conscious of how I look , I mean we've seen each other sweaty and gross from practice before but I think I probably look at least a little fucked up . We reach the sink and she starts to speak while wetting a paper towel and cleaning my face, one hand cupping my jaw and the other delicately wiping away any blood, " your the most beautiful girl I've ever seen y/n" she whispers while looking at me, I stare back at her blushing " I love you van" I whisper back, she finishes with the paper towel binning it under the sink, hand staying cupping my jaw as I reach for her face, the gap between us narrowing,  her other hand finding it's way to my waist as our lips connect, pulling me in close. I push her towards the kitchen counter until her back meets it but she quickly reacts, flipping us so I'm pinned against it instead. She swipes her tongue against my lips but I refuse her entry, causing her to squeeze my hip evoking a moan from me, granting her access. I separate from her momentarily, my breath shallow "upstairs?" I say more of an order then a question and she grins nodding, pecking my lips before I take her hand and lead her to my room. Once we get there I push her on the bed and she pulls me into her lap, my hands still tangled in her hair as our lips reconnect. I feel myself getting more turned on by the second as she guides my waist back and forth over her thigh, causing me to grind myself down on her. I pull her shirt off, revealing her sports bra, before removing my own, exposing my lace bra, which she (not so subtly) stares at. "Like what you see palmer?"  I question cheekily. "I'd prefer it off to be honest" she states before reigniting our kiss, hands reaching behind my back to remove the fabric. She kneads the soft skin on my chest, sending flutters straight to my core, resulting in a moan. Her hands then go lower to the waistband of my shorts, pulling them and my panties off at the same time. She flips me over so I'm laying down on the bed, taking her remaining clothes off too, making us fair. She kisses my lips, then my jaw and neck and chest all the way down to my thighs, sucking dark purple bruises on the skin there, making me squirm. I watch as she makes her way to my heat, kissing and sucking my clit, evoking a guttural moan from me. "Fuck van" "your doing so good baby" she replies coaching me through the pleasure, my hands snake their way down to her fiery hair once more. She continues her actions until my back starts to lift from the mattress, static flowing through my veins as the coil inside me snaps, Van continuing her motions until I'm finished. "Jesus Christ your amazing" I say as I pull her back up to eye level with me, planting my lips on hers, only this time I hit my nose on her cheek causing pain to radiate through my face. "Oooo hey you ok?" she asks, a familiar look of worry inhabiting her features. "Yeah no I'm ok, what a way to ruin the moment tho. I wanted to return the favour" I say sadly, wanting to bring her as much pleasure as she brought me. "Hey no it's fine honestly your injured it's my turn to take care of you, ok?" "Yeah sure, you're doing a really good job at that by the way, thank you" "yeah I know duh did you hear yourself back there all that 'fuck van!'" She says imitating my moans from earlier. "Heyyyy stop no fair" I say smiling at her, she smiles back pecking me on the lips and starting to get up. I frown at her asking where she's going and she reaches out a hand pulling me up, "c'mon we need a shower" she states pulling me up and towards the bathroom where we shower, before eating dinner and cuddling for the rest of the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Hey babes, how did everyone find that? I've been reluctant to write smut as it's been a while and I don't know how good I am at it anymore. Also I didn't really want to add much attentions to vans boobs on account of liv hewson (the actor who plays Van) being non binary it felt kinda icky to draw a whole bunch of attention to that part of the character.

Planning a part two to the tensions rising oneshot 🫶🏻

Let me know how you all found it :)

#teen van #van palmer smut #van palmer x reader #van palmer #lesbian #1996 #yellowjackets #shauna shipman #lottie matthews #nat scatorccio #liv hewson #livhewsonxreader #wlw ns/fw

[arlecchno]

have you met cyno?

in which cyno finally finds the person he'd spend his whole life with, even just at first sight.

— pairing; cyno x gn!reader

— warning; alcohol consumption

— themes; fluff, love at first sight i think, modern au!!

— been watching how i met your mother lately and i decided, what the hell, let's write something based on the show. so that's how i ended up with the classic 'have you met ted' game but with cyno

cyno knew better than to even agree on going out with his small group of acquaintances.

it was one of those nights where his group of friends (as he had reluctantly call them) would drag him out to the local bar a few blocks away from his apartment to hang out.

and frankly, he'd rather stay in the comfort of his bed whilst watching sappy movies than to be in this situation right now.

“c'mon, cyno! enjoy life a bit, would'ya?” dehya chimed, chugging her glass of beer.

“he's probably still not over his last date.” alhaitham snickered, arms crossed.

cyno groaned, slamming his head on the table with a thud. “i would rather go back to the akademiya than deal with all of you.”

tighnari came back from the bar station and stood beside cyno, thunking his glass lightly on the general's head, which earned yet another groan from the white-haired man. “come now, i have something for you.”

“and why would i follow you? you've been nothing but a bad influence to me.” cyno commented, looking up at tighnari.

it was partly true. despite tighnari being one of his closest friends, cyno absolutely despises how tighnari always got something up his sleeve. the sly man would take any opportunity to go out his way to set cyno up with a bunch of people, because it is as he says, cyno is an insufferable ass due because he has been single far too long.

tighnari paid no mind to his comment and simply tugged cyno's ear, making him immediately jolt from his seat. swatting away tighnari's hand from his now red ear, cyno quickly sent a death glare. “what the hell?!”

“i hope you know that it's time for you to get out of your comfort zone and get back on the dating platform, or whatever you call it.”

“you know me better than anyone else, and you know damn well i'm not looking for anyone at the moment, not after my last relationship.” cyno grumbled, slouching back on his seat next to dehya, who was enjoying her drink way too much.

tighnari hummed. “that relationship was over five years ago, how long do you even plan on staying this way?”

“until i finally find someone worth loving.”

the male standing beside cyno snorted in amusement. “again, you said that years ago, and i've never seen you set eyes on anyone, not even the dates i've set you up with. now, if you'd let me, i want to help you.”

“and how are you planning on helping me?” cyno looked up, crimson eyes glaring at tighnari. “all the dates i've been to are far from interesting, you always have bad taste when it comes to setting me up with people.”

“true, so we're changing our tactics today. so, i say, we bring the old game back.”

cyno jumped from his seat once more, making dehya spill her alcohol in shock, earning a breath of curses from her, and a stupid grin from alhaitham, who was enjoying the scene in front of him far too much for his liking. “you wouldn't dare.”

tighnari smirked mischievously, and suddenly walked off somewhere in the bar. “oh yes i would.”

cyno left the table, his figure striding over to tighnari quickly, catching up with the green-haired man. “you cannot be serious right now, tighnari. i am not playing that game.”

tighnari halted in his tracks, resulting in cyno bumping into his back. “really? you don't want to play my legendary game, 'have you met cyno?'” he asked, turning his head back slightly to look at the snowy haired man.

“absolutely not! you do know that never worked for me back in the akademiya, and it especially would not work right now, in a bar!” cyno hissed.

“then it'd be an amazing, free comedy show for everyone here to witness, no?” tighnari inquired, making the man behind him click his tongue. “well now, don't mind if i do!”

tighnari continued walking, resulting in cyno letting out a loud sigh before catching up with him throughout the bar.

“tighnari, stop, i don't want to do this!”

the two males stopped at the bar station, and tighnari turned around to look at cyno. “see them?” tighnari asked, tilting his head to the side as if gesturing for cyno to look in the direction he's pointed.

cyno fixated his eyes, and landed on your figure, sitting on one of the bar stools at the corner of the bar station. it took a moment for cyno to admire you from afar, taking on his sweet time. you were all by yourself, drinking whilst talking with the bartender.

in cyno's eyes, you were probably the most insanely attractive person he's ever met.

“hello? earth to cyno?”

cyno shook his head momentarily, as if to get those thoughts out of his head. “what?” he asked, voice monotone.

“seems like you already have your eyes on them.” tighnari said amusedly, which earned a groan from cyno.

“ugh, stop that. you were the one who told me to look.”

tighnari let out an amused chuckle at his friend's comment. “so, you gonna woo them or something?”

“i don't think i have the guts to do that.” cyno said, mindlessly staring at you. “besides, they're probably taken anyways.” huffing, he wandered his crimson eyes someplace else, a bit deflated by his own comment.

suddenly, tighnari was gone from cyno's sight, making the renowned man turn back to frantically search for his friend. not even a second later, tighnari was beside you, which made cyno quickly saunter towards him in fear of the sly man doing the inevitable.

“tighnari, stop–”

“hi!” tighnari greeted you, tapping your shoulder. you turned around to look at him, a confused expression plastered on your face. “haveee you met cyno?” tighnari asked cheerfully while gesturing towards cyno, dragging the word in favour of his game.

unfortunately, cyno was too late from stopping him, silently cursing himself for not being fast enough to stop this devious man.

maybe he shouldn't have chased after tighnari, maybe then he wouldn't need to face you, and maybe he'd have the chance to embarrass tighnari instead of him, for if he didn't go after the man, tighnari would be making a fool of himself for introducing a ghost to you.

as if things weren't already awkward enough, tighnari walked off almost immediately. “tighnari, wait–!” cyno tried calling him back, but he was already lost in the sea of people crowding the place.

cyno sighed, and looked back at you. waving at him, you smiled. “let me guess... cyno?” you asked playfully, and cyno almost fell to his knees at how alluring your voice is.

“uh... yeah, yeah, cyno’s the name.” he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck nervously .

you chuckled, and cyno swears it is the most beautiful laugh he's ever heard. “wanna join me?”

cyno hastily nodded, and sat on the empty stool beside you. to him, he probably felt like he was the most awkward and lamest dude in the whole bar, not even being able to talk to you properly was enough evidence.

“um... may i ask for your name?” cyno asked after a beat of silence, fidgeting his clothes.

you smiled, bringing out a hand for him to shake, telling him your name. “it's nice to meet you.”

cyno isn't a reckless man. he may be a bit of a joker, and undeniably lame when it comes to his card game, but he'd never make rash decisions without planning things out, or as easily said, make decisions right on the spot.

but at that moment, cyno knew that you were the one. and he was determined that he'd do anything to make your relationship bloom.

and he for sure owes tighnari a big one, as much as he doesn't want to admit it.

hehe this is my first time writing something that's not a fic (i have no idea what it's called, drabbles? headcanons? idfk) and this was so fun!!! i just needed a break from ma once in a while, and this for sure boosted me a lot

cyno beating the comedian allegations!!! (he cracked up a joke the second you finished introducing yourself)

© arlecchino do not repost or plagiarize any of my works

#h✧˖— writes #cyno x reader #cyno #cyno genshin #genshin cyno #genshin impact imagines #genshin impact #genshin #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact reader insert #genshin impact cyno #cyno fluff #LMAO i had fun writing this

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

Chicken soup

(Azriel x sick reader)

Word count: 453

Warnings: none

I have to apologize for my English. As you already know, it isn't my native language, so there are mistakes.

Lately I'm really done. Today I went to eye clinic to find out that I have some bacteria in an eye as if the cold I've catched wasn't enough. Fortunately after last night no fever. Anyway, I feel shitty and I really wish to have such sweetheart as Azriel to take care of me.

This short lovey-dovey babble is for everyone out there who feels bad. Enjoy reading

You were tucked up in the bed with a cold. The lights in the room were dim. Your eyes hurt and it was hard to keep them open. You had the worst fever ever, one moment shivering from the cold and the next moment sweating from the heat. You slept most of the time as you felt weak and tired. But soft knock on the door made you open eyes.

„Come in,“ you answered weakly. Azriel opened the door, tray in his hands.

„How do you feel, love,“ he questioned softly as he put the tray on the bedside table. There was a bowl and your favourite mug on the tray. Whatever was in the bowl it smelled delicious. The mattress dipped when he sat next to you. He placed his big palm on your forehead and you closed your eyes. It felt so good against your feverish skin.

„It's better now,“ you sighed. Noticing your sudden shiver he pulled up another blanket and gently wrapped you in it.

„I brought you some herbal tea from Madja and.. a chicken soup.“

„That sounds great,“ you smiled weakly. „I'd love that soup.“ Azriel helped you sit up making sure you are comfortable and warm. He scooped up a spoonful of the deliciously smelling soup and offered it to you.

„I know how to eat,“ you teased him.

„I'm sure you do, but for now let me take care of you,“ he smiled sweetly putting the spoon to your lips.

"You are spoiling me." As a good patient you opened up your mouth. The delicious liquid tickled your taste buds and warmth spread in your chest.

„So good,“ you purred. „Who's sent it?“

„Well, about that..“ Azriel rubbed the back of his neck, his cheeks turning pink. „I actually cooked it.“

„You what..?“ This really surprised you. He's never even tried to help you in the kitchen claiming he would destroy the delicacy you've prepared.

His cheeks turned bright red. „If you don't like it, you don't have to eat it. I just thought.. Well.. I want you to get well soon, so I tried to make you something good..“ his eyes darted to the floor and he started to play with his fingers nervously.

„What did I do to deserve you,“ you wept, tears rolling down your face. „That's the most delicious chicken soup I've ever eaten. Thank you, sweetheart.“ Ignoring the fact that you could infect him you reached out for him. With a wide smile he hugged you resting his face in the crook of your neck.

„I love you,“ he whispered.

„I love you more,“ you responded. „You know, you should cook for me more often.“

„I will,“ he promised laughing.

#azriel x you #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #azriel acotar #azriel spymaster #azriel #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses #acotar #I want Azriel to take care of me

[rainisawriter]

Lassie 🎃⚔️ Pumpkin Spice

Genre: Fluff, comedy, romance, halloween

Word Count: 4,264

Pairing: Reader x Lassie

Group: White Rascals

World: High&Low

A/N: This was written for my Highloween set back in October of 2022.

━━━━━━༻🎃⚔️༺━━━━━━

Autumn has always been your favorite time of year and you often wonder how anyone could hate it. It’s not cold like winter or hot like summer and everyone is getting ready for the spooky season. Pumpkins are literally everywhere, the leaves change into beautiful shades of orange and red, and everything just feels less serious and stressful. During Autumn, it was quite difficult to put you in a bad mood because of how much you enjoyed the season and everything that came with it. More than anything, though, you loved the taste of pumpkin spice. There was nothing more enjoyable than a fresh batch of pumpkin spice cookies with chocolate chips!

When you first moved to Japan, you had to adjust to a lot of things because of how different it was from your home country, but the thing you missed most was the overabundance of pumpkin spice during the spooky season. It’s true that you could find a handful of products with said spice, but it was nothing compared to back home where nearly everything had a pumpkin spice variant. People go nuts for it and, honestly, they put it into things that it really has no business being part of. No matter how much you love it, you simply can’t support those weirdos that think pumpkin spice belongs on pizza!

It’s even become a meme online with thousands of images cropping up each year. As with anything, once something becomes overhyped and popular, it starts to gain a bad reputation but that didn’t really bother you. The spice spoke for itself, in your opinion.

You hummed softly as you relaxed on the couch sitting atop Oya Koukou’s roof, scrolling through your phone as you looked for the perfect recipe. The problem is that there are hundreds of recipes, each with only slight variations to them. How are you supposed to know which one is the best? It’s not like you can try them all.

“You seem to be in high spirits today.”

You glanced over at Tsukasa who sat at the other end of the couch. “I am because my package finally arrived this morning, right as I was leaving the apartment. I was starting to get worried that it wouldn’t even arrive until after Halloween… damn customs.”

Fujio glanced up from where he sat atop several wooden pallets, his hand holding several playing cards. “What’s in it?”

Jamuo sat across from him, gaze focused on his own cards as he tried to figure out which one to set down. “It must be important to have worked you up so much.”

“My friend back home sent me a bunch of pumpkin spice.”

“Oh.” Fujio’s brow furrowed as if he were disappointed, but he was actually just concentrating on his next move. “Is it true that people are really obsessed with that stuff where you’re from?”

“Hm, I wouldn’t say obsessed, really,” you mused, tilting your head back to look at the baby blue sky above. “It’s become part of meme culture, so it’s easy to think that and we really do push the limits of what we can add it to. It’s usually only around during Autumn, though. No one really mentions it or uses it any other time of the year.”

“What are you gonna make with it?” Jamuo wondered, setting down the last card in his hand before jumping up, his arms in the air. “I win!”

“What? How?” Fujio scowled, glancing from his hand to the table and back again. “I was so close… ugh!”

You chuckled as you watched the pair, shifting on the couch. “Pumpkin spice cookies with chocolate chips. It’s my favorite Autumn snack so I wanted to make some for Lassie. I’m a bit nervous, though… I’ve never made them from scratch before. They usually come pre-made or ready to bake.”

“Are you worried that you’ll mess them up?” Tsukasa wondered, quirking a brow at you. “Or are you worried that he won’t like them?”

“Both. The first time you try a new food can really impact how you view that food in the future. I don’t want to be the reason he comes to hate pumpkin spice when he might actually like it if it’s made correctly…” You frowned, picking at a loose thread on your clothes.

“And?” he prompted, making you sigh.

“You read me too well, Tsukasa. It’s annoying.”

“Right?” Fujio scowled at the blonde.

Jamuo sat back down, turning on the empty oil drum he sat on top of so he could face you. “What else is bothering you, Y/N-chan?”

“Well…” you hesitated, biting your lip. “How do I say this… Lassie is from the White Rascals and you know how they are. They’re obsessed with never hurting women. More than him not liking it, I’m worried that he’ll lie to me and say he loves it just to spare my feelings. That’s way worse than not liking it, in my opinion.”

Fujio hummed, folding his arms over his chest. “Most people would be happy with that, right? It means he loves you enough to lie.”

“But lies can hurt more than the truth,” Jamuo added with a frown. “It’s like they’re saying you’re too weak for the truth.”

“Exactly, Jamjam,” you sighed. “He always treats me like I’m some fragile creature that will break at the slightest jolt. He never tells me the truth if he thinks it might hurt my feelings, it’s so frustrating!”

“Have you told him this?” Tsukasa inquired, sending you a look. Your silence was the only answer he needed. “How is he supposed to know how you feel if you don’t tell him?”

“I… may be a bit insecure. Lassie is the type that wants to take care of his partner completely. If I challenge that… he might move on to someone who won’t.”

“Then it’s his loss!” Fujio smacked his hand on the table, sending cards scattering across the rooftop. “Who breaks up with someone over something like that anyway? You’re worrying for nothing, Y/N!”

“Maybe.”

Tsukasa scooted closer, putting his arm around you. “No matter what happens, you’ll always have us.”

You glanced around at the smiling faces of your three best friends and chuckled. “What a terrible fate that is.”

“Oi!”

“That’s mean, Y/N-chan!”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Don’t agree with her!” The two boys chorused, glaring at the blonde who only chuckled in reply.

━━━━━━༻🎃⚔️༺━━━━━━

You fell onto the kitchen chair with a tired sigh, closing your eyes as the smell of pumpkin spice cookies filled the room. You had spent the past four hours trying out as many recipes as you could, hoping to make the perfect cookies to share with your boyfriend. There were many failures and the kitchen had been reduced to a baking warzone. Flour coated the counter and the wall, there was cinnamon stuck to your hair, sugar had made itself comfortable on the ceiling and your precious pumpkin spice had been knocked over, forming a small pile on the ground.

Several plates of cookies had been set out on the table and, while they looked almost identical, they varied in taste. Who knew a minor change in ingredients could change the flavor so drastically?

“Woah, what happened in here?”

You glanced to the side, seeing Fujio standing in the doorway with wide eyes. You grinned, giving him a thumbs up. “I won the war, Fuji.”

“You say that, but don’t you have to clean up the mess? Sounds like you lost to me.”

Your smile fell as you realized he was right. “Damn.”

He stepped farther into the kitchen, carefully stepping over an egg you had dropped. “You want me to taste them, right?”

“Only one from each plate.” You sent him a look, pointing your finger at him before approaching the oven to check on the last batch. “I want to choose the best tasting ones for Lassie. You can take the rest to Tsukasa and Jamjam.”

“I’ve never tried pumpkin spice before,” he hummed, picking up a cookie from plate one.

“Make sure you remember which cookie you’re eating!”

“Hai~” He took a large bite, chewing thoughtfully for a moment before his eyes suddenly widened. “So good!”

“Which one?”

“The first one!” He tossed the rest of the cookie into his mouth, dropping crumbs onto the dirty floor.

“Oi, don’t make the mess worse.” You scowled, setting the sixth and final plate onto the table before falling back onto the chair, stretching your body out. You rested your chin in your palm, watching as the black-haired male scarfed down cookie after cookie. You wondered if he was even able to taste them. Once all cookies had been tried, he sat down at the other end of the table, eyes closed and arms crossed over his chest.

Several minutes passed by and you were just about to question him when his eyes finally opened.

“I’ve made my decision,” he told you, expression deadly serious.

You nodded, leaning forward. “Which one is it, Fujio? Tell me.”

He shot up, hands slamming on the table. “Number five…!”

Your gaze fell to plate number five before you reached out for it.

“Is the worst.”

“Eh~?” Your hand dropped to the table. “Oi, I told you to choose the best, not the worst!”

“You can’t have the best without the worst, Y/N-chan.” He wagged his finger at you with a grin. “That’s how they do it on those cooking competitions that my mom always watches.”

“I don’t care. Just tell me which one tastes the best before I kill you.”

“Fine, fine.” Fujio pointed at plate number three. “These taste the best, in my opinion, but all of them are really good.”

Your shoulders relaxed at the compliment and you smiled. “Thank you. I can always count on you.”

“Of course! That’s what friends are for, ne?” He grinned, grabbing a cookie from plate number six.

“I thought six is the worst.”

“It is.” He took a large bite, chewing thoughtfully before grinning again. “But that doesn’t mean it’s not good.”

“You’re so weird,” you chuckled, shaking your head at him as you got up to grab a plastic container for your boyfriend’s cookies. “Here, catch.” You tossed a plastic container at him and he caught it with ease. “Box up everything but plate three.”

“Hai~”

“And you better save some for Tsukasa and Jamjam or I’ll kill you!”

━━━━━━༻🎃⚔️༺━━━━━━

You gripped the strap of your messenger bag tightly as you descended the stairs into club Heaven. You had never felt very comfortable because the club scene just wasn’t for you. You didn’t like the large crowd of sweaty bodies hitting against each other as they danced and you didn’t like the flashing lights that threatened to blind you. If you had your way, you’d never come here but this is where your boyfriend spent most of his time. It was basically his home.

Your eyes scanned the sea of people, searching for your brown-haired boyfriend. And there he was, sitting at the back of the room with two girls sitting on each side of him. He smiled at them politely as they showered him with compliments and praise, their hands touching any part of him that they could reach.

You frowned, turning around so you could sit at the bar and not have to look at such a scene. You knew deep down that those girls meant nothing to him on a personal level, he was just doing his job and trying to make some lonely women happy. Even so, how could it not bother you at least a little? You didn’t want to be the kind of partner that got all jealous and demanded that he not be with any other woman. Besides, you knew what you were in for when you started dating a White Rascal. You had no right to complain now.

“Good evening, Y/N-san.”

You glanced up at the bartender and smiled. His name is Naoki and he had a mess of hair that stuck up in all directions, defying gravity. It was split down the middle, the left side the color of a raven’s feather and the right side the color of fresh cream. Black eyeliner was thick around his eyes and he had various piercings in his ears and several tattoos that couldn’t be hidden from his open vest. Despite his appearance, he was one of the sweetest of the Rascals and seemed to always know when someone was feeling down.

“Hello, Naoki-san. How is work today?”

He hummed as he grabbed your favorite non-alcoholic beverage, setting it down in front of you. “Today seems to be dragging on for ages. I’m glad it’s almost over.”

“Don’t let Rocky hear you say that,” you chuckled, accepting the drink with a small thank you.

“Of course. I’m not a masochist, you know,” he grinned, leaning his arms across the counter. His eyes flickered over your shoulder to your boyfriend who had yet to notice your presence. “What brings you into the club today? Lassie didn’t say you were stopping by.”

“I didn’t tell him, though maybe I should have…” You frowned, rubbing the back of your neck. Usually, when he knows you’re stopping by, he does his best to avoid being surrounded by women though they always find him even when he avoids them. He’s one of the most popular males among the Rascals, second only to Rocky himself, so it made sense that there would always be women looking for him.

“Maybe so,” he replied softly before tapping the counter and straightening his back. “Ne, why don’t I escort you into the back? You can wait for him there. I know you don’t really like it out here.”

You nodded, giving him a grateful smile as you stood up. “Can I bring my drink?”

“Of course, Y/N-san.” He bowed, one arm across his chest and the other behind his back. With a smile, you picked up the glass, supporting it with your palm so you didn’t drop it as he led you through the crowd and into the back of the club. No one was supposed to be allowed back there except for the Rascals but you had become a bit of an exception. If Rocky or Koo found you, they would lightly scold you, telling you not to let it happen again, but they never made you leave or enforced it. For that, you were thankful.

Naoki led you to a small break room. “I’ll let Lassie know you’re here -“

“Don’t.”

“Hm?”

“I don’t want to bother him,” you smiled sheepishly. “Or take him away from his patrons… I’ll wait, I don’t mind.”

“Are you sure?” he questioned softly with a frown.

“Positive!” You forced a smile to put him at ease and he nodded.

“Very well, then. I’ll come check on you in a bit.”

“Sure.” You listened to the sound of his footsteps fading down the hall before you shut the door, glancing around the room.

Against the right wall was a comfortable, purple sofa that felt more like a cloud than a piece of furniture and there was an oak coffee table in front of it. Against the left wall and the wall beside the door was a line of vanity tables covered in makeup and hair products. The lights surrounding the mirrors were off since they weren’t being used and you could see your reflection in the glass. In the corner between the left and back wall was a TV sitting on a stand.

You carefully set your messenger bag on the coffee table, knowing that the container of cookies was inside before you settled down on the couch. You considered turning on the TV but decided against it, lying down on your back and tugging your phone from your pocket. You replied to unread messages from the trio, letting them know that you hadn’t given them to him yet but sparing the details as to why. Then you pulled up YouTube, watching videos to pass the time.

━━━━━━༻🎃⚔️༺━━━━━━

You felt fingers brushing against your cheek and your eyes fluttered open, blinking away sleep. It took you a minute for your brain to recall that you were still at the club.

“Did you sleep well?”

You glanced over, seeing Lassie kneeling beside the couch, his fingers resting softly against your cheek. “I fell asleep,” you muttered, pushing yourself up and rubbing at your eyes. “I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize.” He pulled himself up so he could sit on the side of the couch, smiling warmly at you. “You’re so cute when you’re sleeping. You even mumbled my name~”

You sent him an embarrassed look. “Liar.”

“Am not! I’ll just have to film it next time~”

“Don’t you dare!” I scowled at him, making him chuckle. “What time is it?”

“It’s morning. The club closed about twenty minutes ago.”

You frowned. “I slept so long…”

He nodded, going quiet for a moment. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Eh?”

Lassie frowned at you, eyes meeting yours. “You always tell me when you’re coming to the club. Why didn’t you call me? And then you got here and still didn’t tell me. You sat back here alone for so long.”

“I wanted to surprise you and then I got here and saw you with…” You cleared your throat, glancing at your messenger bag. “I didn’t want to bother you while you were walking.”

“You could never bother me.” His hands gently cupped your face, bringing his forehead to rest against your own. “You’re the love of my life, Y/N. You are far more important than my job.”

“Rocky might kill you if he hears that,” you joked softly, unable to hold back your smile.

“Then I’ll die a happy man because I have you.”

“Idiot~” You smacked his shoulder. “You’re not allowed to die without me.”

“As you wish, my love.” Lassie pecked your lips but when he pulled away, you followed, tugging him closer by the front of his shirt. He obliged your silent request, pushing against your lips in a slow, sensual manner that had you feeling breathless.

“Lassie?” you whispered softly, lips brushing against his when you spoke.

“Yes?”

You glanced at your bag, biting your lip. Now that you were here in front of him, you weren’t sure you wanted to offer him the cookies. ‘No, I worked hard on them. I have to give them to him,’ you told yourself, shifting on the couch so that you could reach your bag. Lassie watched you curiously as you pulled a small plastic container from the bag, gripping it tightly.

“Will you promise me something?”

“Of course.”

You took a deep breath, turning to meet his gaze. “Promise me that when you try these cookies, you’ll be honest with me even if you hate them.”

His eyes widened at the request, gaze flickering to the container. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes. It hurts when you pretend to like something just to avoid upsetting me. I just want you to be honest.”

“Then I will be. From now on, I’ll be honest with you,” he smiled softly, resting his hand on your thigh.

“Good.” You nodded your head, holding the container out to him. “It’s my first time making these from scratch but I did my best.”

“You made these?” He took the container carefully, tugging the lid from it. The smell of cinnamon, sugar, and pumpkin spice filled the room, making his mouth water. “It smells amazing. Are these sugar cookies?”

“No. They’re pumpkin spice.”

“Pumpkin spice?” Lassie blinked, picking up one of the cookies to inspect it.

“I know you’ve never tried it before and it’s okay if you don’t like it. It’s my favorite Autumn treat, so I wanted to share it with you.”

“Itadakimasu,” he said softly before taking a bite of the cookie, holding his other hand beneath it to catch the crumbs. You watched his face closely as he chewed, taking note of his furrowed brow as he considered the flavor. He swallowed, paused a moment, then took another bite, humming thoughtfully.

“Be honest,” you reminded him and he nodded, leaning back against the couch with one leg crossed over the other.

“Honestly speaking, I don’t hate it. It’s a strange taste,” he mused, eating the last of the cookie. “An acquired taste, perhaps.”

“Maybe.”

“I guess I’ll just have to eat the whole container.”

“Eh?” You blinked at him as he picked up another. “You’re not even gonna share with me?”

“You made them for me,” he pouted but it quickly bloomed into a smile as he held the cookie out to you. “Well, you did put in a lot of work. You’ve earned one.”

“Just one?” you chuckled, accepting the cookie. It was like pure bliss from the first bite and you found yourself sighing in contentment, unaware of the loving look your boyfriend was giving you as he watched you. “I guess I can live with that.”

“Thank you, Y/N.” Lassie softly kissed your cheek, sliding his hand into yours. “I’m so lucky to have you.”

“That’s my line.”

“Now you have to promise me something.”

You looked at him curiously, meeting those beautiful brown eyes that you had come to love so much. “What’s that?”

“The next time you come to the club, let me know. Even if I’m with other guests. Promise?”

“I promise.”

Lassie leaned in to kiss you but paused when your phone started to ring from the table. He grabbed it for you, glancing at the caller ID. “It’s your dad.”

“He must’ve just gotten home.” You exchanged the cookie for your phone, pressing it to your ear. “Hello -“

“I’m going to kill you, brat! This kitchen is a mess! Did you have a fight, huh? Were you raised in a barn? I work all night and come home to an absolute mess! How dare you leave the kitchen in this state! No child of mine would be so irresponsible, so stupid! Ah, I know! Someone must have broken in and trashed the kitchen, ne? The trash bandits, ne? Ne, brat?!“

You swallowed hard as you slowly lowered your hand, the sound of your father ranting and raving filling the room. You had completely forgotten about the kitchen because you wanted to get the cookies to Lassie as soon as possible. You hadn’t planned on falling asleep, you had planned to get home before he did and clean up the mess.

“He sounds really angry,” Lassie spoke quietly so your dad wouldn’t hear, a frown on his lips. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine,” you replied, your voice an octave higher. “I, uh… I might die today, though.”

“Hah? As if I’d let you. Here, let me talk to him.” Before you could react, he plucked the phone from your hand, pressing it to his ear. “Good morning, otou-san. Forgive me for interrupting, but may I ask what has you in such a foul mood?”

You leaned closer to try and hear what was being said, but your dad had started to speak at a normal volume as he often did when talking to anyone other than you so it was hard to make out the words.

“I see.” Lassie sent you a disappointed look. “I can explain, if you’ll allow me to. Y/N wanted to make cookies to thank you for working so hard, but the task proved to be a bit much. Such a mess would be hard to tackle alone, don’t you agree? I’m ashamed to say that I didn’t pick up my phone when Y/N called, so they came down to ask me for help. We were just about to return and clean up the mess when you called… hai, that’s right… We’ll be home soon, otou-san. The mess will be gone by the time you wake up, I assure you… hai. Sleep well.”

You blinked dumbly at your boyfriend as he hung up the phone, handing it back to you.

“Honestly, what were you thinking, leaving such a mess behind?”

“I wanted your cookies to be fresh,” you mumbled, staring at your phone. Your dad was often compared to an angry bear by Fujio, the only other person who had witnessed his true nature. He wasn’t quick to anger unless he was tired and his rage was hard to ease, so how the hell had your boyfriend talked his way out of disaster? It made no sense to you.

“Aw. You knew he would kill you but you still put me first!” He set the container on the table so he could turn toward you, cupping your face and bringing you into a passionate kiss. “What would I do without you?”

“Die, probably,” you joked, making him click his tongue.

“I’m pretty sure you just described yourself. Now, let’s get back to your apartment. We have a lot of cleaning to do.” He stood up and you jumped up after him, grabbing his hand.

“You don’t have to help, Lassie. It’s my mess and you worked all night at the club. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

“I’m never too tired to help you. That’s what being in a relationship means, right?”

You slid your hand into his with a smile. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“I always am~” He winked playfully, giving your hand a squeeze.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Lassie. I might have to hit you.”

“You wouldn’t dare~”

He was right, of course, but he didn’t need to know that.

━━━━━━༻🎃⚔️༺━━━━━━

-> High&Low/Rampage Taglist: @kiraaaeon, @simpforchuchu, @star2fishmeg, @thatpoindexterpixy @manhwabtch

-> General Taglist: @asterhaze, @mrskenpachizaraki

#highloween #halloween #high&low #white rascals #white rascals lassie #lassie #reader insert #fanfic #fanfiction #jdrama #writeblr #rains ficography

[tehriel]

Moth and Flame (not Ghoul enough)

Behold, I have finished this fanfic, I am editing chapters as they come out.

Sodo/Dew x Reader primarily. Little Rain and Phantom x Reader too. Reader do just get around.

Mature, more plot over porn.

Tags: banter, attempts at humour, little violence, gore, really don't take this one seriously

Classic enemies to lovers romcom vibes. Not reinventing the wheel should be an easy read. The reader is a too-happy, sparkly ghoul who has been given the position of cardinal. Sodo is the bane of their entire existence; they are forced to work together. Gaffs ensue.

Deals with themes of being a people pleaser.

Below you can find the first chapter~

will probably repost when I have made a pretty cover for this one~

You hummed softly, swaying in the lazy light of early spring. You spun barefoot around your well-trodden paths of the greenhouse, which hid in the great shadow of the cathedral. Your waltz caused your tail to sweep the dirt floor and the skirts of your white cassock to flutter.

You stopped dead in your tracks. “Just look at you~” you chirped, pausing to admire one of your black roses. “Friend, you’re early; the ritual dance isn’t for another three weeks,” you tapped the early bloomer on the head. “Maybe I’ll dry you out so people can still enjoy all the work you’ve put into being pretty, hmm?” You pondered for a while before pouring some water from your watering can. The water ran red. The rose could not be happier.

“Cardinal _______,” came a soft call.

A smile slowly peeled over your face; your teeth were sharp, but your demeanour wasn’t threatening. “Sister Maria~” you sparkled and peered down from the balcony, “I’m in the roses—from memory, you liked my roses, hum?”

“O—o.. yes, Cardinal.” You were her Juliet on your balcony, and the small slight of a girl turned bright beet red.

You cocked your brow and gave her an unassuming grin. “Whatever has you so flustered, Sister?”

“N-nothing, uh, Papa Emeritus has sent for you, Cardinal.”

“And here I was thinking you’d come to see me, Sister,” you teased and picked up your snips from your tool table. “I’ll be down in a moment.” Your voice turned to whisper, “You want to go with her, huh? That’s why you were early, very sly of you.” You took the rose low on the stem and replaced your snips on the bench before walking down the spiral steps, flower in tow. “You look lovely today, Sister~” you twittered.

“Oh, t-thank you…” The scarlet of her cheeks contrasted her black habit.

You expertly dethorned the rose with quick claws.  “Here you are,” you gave a short bow and offered the plant.

“T-thank you, Cardinal,” she stammered and looked away as she twirled the stem between her fingers.

“Anytime, Sister~ You know I appreciate your company~” You twinkled and danced around her, tail moving like a streamer in your wake. “Will you walk with me to see Papa~?”

“No-no, I’m needed in the kitchens today.”

You clicked your tongue, “Ah, too bad—and still, I think I can tell when you are helping out in the kitchens, the meals taste a little extra… mhhm.” You made the universal hand sign for ‘fucking delicious’.

“Oh, I just chop…”

“It’s not what goes in… it’s the way you smell,” you slowly flashed her your teeth.

She swallowed.

“Anyway~ I’ll see you later, Sister; enjoy your rose~” you beamed and near-skipped away to Papa Copia’s offices.

***

“Meet in Aeth’s room after practice?” Rain the water ghoul prompted the group of dark-clad ghouls in his soft-spoken voice.

“Yeah, you can all try my new brew,” Swiss’s grin was too big, it always was.

“Eugh, you didn’t make this one in your toilet again, right?” Aether wrinkled his nose.

“Noooo….” Swiss waved off in a way that everyone with ears could tell he was full of shit.

“Oh, you so did, fucking minging, man,” Aether was loud. His voice echoed up the polished marble hallway.

“Naw, come on, it adds to the-the… experience. It’s fucking powerful stuff—I’ve been bothering Papa for a distiller.”

“I don’t care about the minutia and the abience of your fucking toilet, man!” Aeth’s nose wrinkled.

“I cleaned it before I..”

“Brewed more fucking shit in it?” Aeth’s brows rose in a ‘are you kidding?’ manner.

“Well, I’m in,” Phantom shrugged, “pretty sure I’ve put worse things in my mouth.

“Pretty sure I’ve watched you put worse things in your mouth,” Aether slapped his shorter brother’s shoulder affectionately.

“Uh, hey guys, what are we talking about~?” You twinkled, stepping up to the group. Your white hooded cassock shone colours in the stained glass sunlight, a blinding contrast to their inky black formal ghoul’s uniforms.

“Oh…” is all Swiss said. 

They all went dead quiet. 

You felt the weight of it.

You watched them look at each other. 

Even Phantom couldn’t look at you.

You nodded to yourself, “Uh, I was going to hang out in the forest later this week if anyone wanted to come?” You prompted, still smiling.

“Ah, busy week,” Aether stretched.

“Busy,” Swiss nodded. “Yeah, you know all this ritual prep,” Swiss waved.

“Phantom?” You smiled hopefully. 

“Ah, nah, gonna have to take the L on this one, Cardinal… busy, uh, with them.” He pointed to the rest of the group.

“All uh, week?” You frowned.

“Yeah, yes.” Swiss nodded. “Alllll week, that Copia is a real slave driver.”

You nodded in a big way. “Ah, yeah… I get it, no, uh… probably more fun alone, right…? uh, trees and… yeah. Really absorb the… ambience,” You refused to let your smile die or show any disappointment.

“Anyway, we got a thing with Sodo, like right now, so…” Swiss thumbed.

“That’s right,” Phantom touched his forehead. “Almost forgot that.”

“Oh, cool, yeah, you guys have an awesome day, huh?” You nodded, still beaming as brightly as you could.

“Yes, will do!” Phantom gave a thumbs up but was already walking away.

There was a chorus of ‘bye’s, and they hurriedly walked away. Rain was last to move. “Sorry, Cardinal ______…” he murmured, turning away.

“You know you don’t have to call me that?” You called softly, knowing his grey, pointed ears would still hear you. “Just ______ is fine.”

“______,” he muttered but left anyway.

Your grin shakily gave out, and you sighed softly, watching the leaves dance and mar the light of the windows. You were alone.

***

“Ah, my beautiful Cardi _,” Copia brimmed and stood from his paper-littered desk. He might as well have swum up to you from the depths of ink and paperwork. Poor guy.

“Does not seem fair that I can no longer call you Cardi C, Papa,” you chuckled. “How are you today, Papa E~?”

He was in his comfy red sweats and simple dark eye makeup for a hard day in the office. “Ah yes, good-good. Come sit, my ghoul. You want a biscuit or perhaps a juice box?” He offered you the cookie jar on his desk as he always did.

You sat, your tail ending up politely in your lap as you waved off the biscuit; for some reason, you had no appetite. It definitely had nothing to do with what just happened in the hallway on your way here. “What can I help you with today, Papa~?” You twinkled.

“Naw, can’t I ask you into my office just to catch up?” His grin skewed the black of his painted upper lip.

“I know you wish you could, Papa,” you huffed a small sigh, missing when you were both cardinals and he had actual time on his hands. But humans grew up—and you just wouldn’t.

“I’m taking some holiday time soon, perhaps then, huh?”

“That is the best news I’ve heard all day~” you grinned. “Ooo ooooo, I gotta start planning!”

“Yes, I will book you in for a weekend, but until then, I want you to do something for me.”

“Hmm~? I’m listening.”

“I, uh, need the basement cleaned out and reorganised. I went down looking for what we need for the springtime ritual dance, and I really couldn’t find shit down there.”

“Not even a little turd?” You frowned.

“Very funny,” he said in a way that meant, ‘you’re not funny at all’.

You stood and stretched yourself out. “Last I checked, it’s a fucking hellscape down there; I think I’d know because, uh,” you pointed to the horns that popped out the top of your hood. “But I’ve got this~ Anything else, Papa?” You were already getting ready to leave, though. He just didn’t have time for you anymore, but if this made things easier for him, you were all too happy to help.

“Eh, yes, actually,” he looked away, and his leather-clad finger fiddled with a pen on his desk.

“You’re usually a little more forward about these things,” you chuckled and piqued a brow.

“What? Uh, nah.. it’s…” he cleared his throat. “Sodo will be helping you clear the basement.”

“Eh-what?” You felt your usually springy, chipper mood slipping.

“Sodo is going to be helping you out,” he repeated, but you had definitely heard him correctly the first time. You were praying for a bee to have maybe buzzed passed, and it sounded like people just saying stupid shit for some reason.

“Papa…” you eased. “Papa, this is where you say uh, ‘sike’, and we both laugh because he is an awful shit, and you would never trap me in a basement with him for weeks on end.”

“I am sorry, ______, I am aware of how you feel about him.”

“I am starting to think that may not be the case. Papa, Lucifer created him to be the size of a football for a reason.” You studied his mismatched eyes, trying to detect some kind of joke you were missing.

“A reason, Caro?”

“So that Baggio might one day kick him into the sun.”

Copia laughed before he could stop himself. “Ah, I love Baggio~”

“Come on, Papa, there has to be something more useful he could be doing, like uh, being a hamburger. I have a very good recipe if you ever consider….”

“______,” he shook his head and chuckled, “I’m sorry, it’s out of my hands; Sister caught him trying to set a fire in the abbey again…”

“Of course, he was,” you rolled your eyes. “He keeps saying there are cherubs in there…”

“He’ll be helping you out as punishment.”

“Punish himmmm! Not me! I can do this all so easily by myself.”

“Don’t get me wrong, I love you both dearly,”

“I have no idea why…” you muttered under your breath.

“But I worry what would happen if he was in there alone and unsupervised with all our ritual decorations…”

“And the weapons locker,” you huffed, and your lip dropped. “He only has two brain cells, violence and dumb.”

“Naw, come now, Cardinal ______. I am still not wholly sure why you hate him so much.”

“He’s short, angry and mean,” you answered without thought.

“Mean?”

“Oh, you know, ‘______, if you love plants so much why don’t you marry one,’ orrr ‘______, maybe you should sew yourself a body bag next’ orrr ‘______, I get to make love to Swiss, and you don’t so… go eat worms.’ You know, things like this.”

Copia steepled his hands in thought. “I see. Maybe you could, uh, take time and ‘bond’ over this… at least hate each other a little less…”

“Bond? Bond?! Papa! I rather eat glass. I would rather strap on wings and ascend to whatever heaven the Trump supporters go to.”

“At the very least, you will have some more uh, comedic material, huh?”

You blew out your cheeks. “They say trauma makes a person very funny. Eugh, but I’ve already seen hell; why must I survive it here too?!”

“Ah, always so dramatic, my pretty ghoul.”

You gave him a face of utter disapproval.

“I’m afraid it’s my final say on the matter, ______. I believe the two of you can work out the basement without too much damage.”

You closed your eyes for a long time and sighed, “I understand this next ritual takes a lot of time and planning, so I will do this for you, Papa Copia—not for him. For you.” 

“Thank you, my sweet ghoul. Perhaps I will take time to plan out our weekend, huh? As a reward for all this?”

“When did you ever get so charming?” You gave him a tight smile.

“Oh, uh, always~” he grinned. 

“Right, let’s fucking get this done…”

“Hope you have a lovely day, Cardinal~”

“You too, Papa,” you sagged, opening the door. Your tail followed you limply out. Fucking shitty, fuck. Hell.

Thank you for reading friend! I hope you enjoyed it!!

#ghost bc #ghost #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost #reader x dewdrop #dew x reader #dew drop ghoul #sodo x reader #sodo fanfic #rain x reader #phantom x reader #rain ghost #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #tehriel writes

[all-alone-he-turns-to-stone]

Dirty, Dirty Little Secret

Dean Winchester Masterlist

Also on AO3

Summary: Crowley has lots secrets. He’s still alive and hiding, for example. But his dirty, dirty little secret is much darker than this. He thought no one knew, but then, he found him. His former friend, now possessed by an archangel. And Michael has a deal Crowley cannot refuse.

Pairing: Michael!Dean x Crowley / Crowley x Dean

Warning: Smut, Noncon / Dubcon, p in a, unprotected sex, forced orgasm, bottom!Dean, Top!Crowley

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2131

Square filled: @spnkinkbingo​: Crowley/Michael / @lgbtqbingo​: Michael!Dean

A/n: Not me forgeting the spn kink bingo deadline is in 5 days haha! I’m gonna try and write as much as I can before the deadline. So, this was one of the square on my card. Happens during season 14 when Dean is possessed by Michael. Canon divergent, Crowley never died. 

This is dark, please, mind the warnings before clicking on the keep reading.

“How did you find me?”

It was barely a whisper leaving his parted lips. The room was silent, dead silent, only the steps on the floor creaked through the silence.

The bar had been empty for months now, with the exception of him. In the farthest isle he could find, he hid, bought a creepy, old dirty bar, and stayed there.

Out of all the lights in this place, only a couple of light bulbs were still working. The man didn’t think it was necessary to replace them, he wasn’t afraid of the dark. He was the darkness, well, he used to be, before he-

“It wasn’t hard.” The voice sent shivers down his spine. If there was one thing he would never forget, it was Dean Winchester’s raw voice, scratching every inch of his meat suit. “I have to admit, faking your death, your big sacrifice to save the day… I was impressed.”

The creaks stopped close behind him. Crowley didn’t turn around, not that he didn’t want to. Hell, he wanted to look at him, his friend, the man he had the weirdest love hate relationship ever, but he didn’t. He missed Dean, all of those months hidden here, in this bar, his little private paradise… He thought about him. Especially that summer they spent together when he was a demon too.

He shouldn’t have so many emotions. Feelings. He was a demon, for fuck sake. The king of hell- well, the former one… He wasn’t human. The demon felt no attachment, no regrets, no fear.

But when Michael and Lucifer showed up and other alternate realities mixed with all of the troubles he had maintaining control in hell, he just…

“Bailed,” the voice continued. Crowley sighed, placed his glass of whiskey on the counter, and finally turned to him. “You ran away Crowley… Everyone thought you were dead.”

“That was the whole point, actually.” Crowley knew who he had in front of him. Even if he heard and recognized the voice as Dean, he knew he wouldn’t have the hunter in front of him. Not really. “Fake my death, run, hide, bla bla…” 

The moment he laid his eyes on him, Crowley knew he would get all of those feelings he spent months burying back. He hadn’t seen anyone ever since he faked his death, and Dean… Was Dean. 

Crowley’s gaze scrunched the man carefully. His hair was longer and slicked to the side. It was a very nice outfit he was wearing, white button shirt, waist coat sweetening the curves of his chest, and an overcoat thrown over. As a last detail, a red tie was tied to perfection around his neck.

The demon had to admit, the archangel had taste. That shirt really brought out Dean’s strong figure, especially his shoulders.

“Didn’t run far enough,” the archangel tilted his head to the side. The more Crowley detailed the man in front of him, the more he could see him under the shell. Michael. Dean finally said yes to him. So his sacrifice went useless, in the end, if the WInchester thought necessary to say yes to that bastard in order to defeat the big bad devil.

“Well. I tried,” Crowley sighed dramatically. “You can do what you came here for.” Turning around, the demon took his glass of whiskey and drank the remaining of it. “Kill m-”

But when he turned again, it was to be face to face with a way too familiar face. Michael was now in his personal space, so close Crowley could see the stubble barely visible on his chin and smell the aftershave he used. Not the one Dean usually used, but still, under that fake expensive perfume, the demon could also detect something familiar.

Dean’s smell. Cheap alcohol. Motor oil. Gun powder. Bad motel soap. 

A lump got stuck in Crowley’s throat as he tried to hide the true feelings that were raging inside of him. His dirty little secret.

“You know I can see everything Dean saw, I have access to his memory. But I wanted to see it myself just to be sure.” The shadow of a smile stretched on Dean’s lips, completely taking Crowley’s focus. That wasn’t Dean. He had to remind himself of that. But still, the demon’s gaze stayed on the lower part of the archangel’s face. “I don’t want to kill you. Actually, I’m here for business.”

That actually teased Crowley’s inner, lost business man. "Business?"

The smile crept up further on Dean’s face. “I can deal with heaven. With earth. But once this place is destroyed and humans are all dead, I don’t want to deal with what’s under. I need you to take your place back on the throne and deal with all the filthy demons.”

That, Crowley didn’t expect. Michael stepped back, the half non-natural smile still on his face. He was waiting, watching Crowley for any reaction.

“You want me to-” A sarcastic laugh echoed in the room as Crowley turned around once more to refill his glass. “Bloody hell, sure didn’t expect that. And what on heaven or earth would you think I want to be ruling hell again? To be honest, I would rather prefer you ending me right now.

“I’ll give you something in return.”

For a moment, with his back turned and lots of whiskey in his system, Crowley could almost hear Dean. If he focused enough, he could change his pitch a little to match Dean's grumpy one. Michael was speaking slower, so it felt a bit weird… But if he focused, it was like he had his pal back. “What possibly could I want that you have?”

No answer to that question, well, not with words. Behind him, Crowley could hear rustling of clothes, then something light hitting the floor. Turning around, the demon quickly understood.

Michael knew. The thing Crowley wanted but never took even if he could. His dirty little secret.

In front of him, he had everything he ever wanted to see. His chest was perfect, broad, strong shoulders above a soft, defined stomach. Happy trail disappearing in his probably expensive tracksuit. Pale skin, probably way too soft under his hands.

“You always wanted a piece of Dean, and I’ll gladly give it all to you. See, angels don’t care about sex. It’s something God created for humans to have fun and incite them to procreate. Somehow, you’re still human enough to desire Dean.” Michael outstretched his hands, offering Dean’s body like a cake on a plate for a birthday.

A part of Crowley knew this was wrong. It was Dean, inside, and clearly, he hadn’t given his consent. But then, Crowley remembered. 

He was a demon, for fuck sake.

“Alright, let me just write the contract.”

-

It felt like heaven.

Strange thing to say from a demon from hell.

But being inside of him, inside of Dean, his warm, tight, probably virgin hole… It felt like heaven.

Dean could take him whole, and it was surprising for someone with little to no experience with men. 

“I see those extra inches are of good use,” the man under him commented in a low, unbothered voice.

Crowley grinned. “This isn’t my body, of course. But I didn’t pick this meatsuit for his good looks, obviously,” a harder thrust sent Dean’s body a bit forward. A barely audible whimper could be heard as Michael was caught off guard. It was the only thing that could get a response out of him. Otherwise, the archangel would not make a single sound.

“If you think this will be enough to humiliate me, or to get a vocal response, you’re wrong,” Michael groaned like he read his thoughts. The back of the archangel was turned to the demon, his elbows resting on the counter of the bar. His perfect ass cheeks were presented to the demon that was currently balls deep inside of him. “This body is having normal reactions to what you’re doing.”

Of course, that didn’t convince Crowley. Yes, he knew the human body pretty well for having tortured plenty of them. But the person inside the said body could feel everything. And the hard on the angel had was proof of that.

“Alrighty then, you won’t mind if I pick up the speed a little bit, don’t cha?” 

With those words said, the demon gripped the angel’s hips tightly, pulled out completely of the abused hole and thrusted rougher than the previous time. Another whimper blew between the lips of the man under him as Crowley repeated the same movement over and over again, with the same roughness, picking up the speed every time he pushed back inside. And quickly, he was pounding, balls slapping against the now very hard cock hanging between Dean’s legs. 

“That’s enough,” Michael managed to say after a few tries of finding his breath back. Crowley was sure the archangel was about to break the contract and push him away, but hell, he would still be satisfied with what he had. It felt so good, if it was the last thing he felt before his end, then it would be the best way to go. If seeing Dean’s perfectly built back and watching his cock disappearing between his small, round cheeks were the last thing he would see, well, he saved the best for last.

But Michael didn’t push him away. Humiliation did touch the angel though, because the next voice that called his name wasn’t his.

“Crowley, you son of a bitch!! Get out!”

A shiver of pure pleasure ran through the demon’s spine upon hearing the familiar voice. “Dean, finally…” The hunter tried to push himself away from him, but Crowley held him back against the counter with the force only demons have. “Hope you enjoy the show, Michael.”

“Fuck off! Get off!” Dean shouted, but it took only one thrust to shut his pretty mouth. “Fuck…” Was now a whimper he tried to hold back. Of course, getting back the control of his body while he was being fucked stupid, Dean wouldn’t be able to fight for long. 

“You’re enjoying it, look at how hard you are,” Crowley whispered as he resumed his movements. As hard and fast as before, the demon groaned as he felt the hole tighten around his cock. “You can’t tell me you never did this before, squirrel, it’s like your hole is made for me.”

“Fuck… You…” Was all Dean could say before his insults turned into quiet moans. 

“Fucking you, I am doing just that,” Crowley grinned as he slowed down, only to grab Dean’s cock in his hand. Matching his thrusts with his hand, he jerked off Dean real good. Truth was, hearing his moans was all he missed to cum. Michael was good and obedient, respecting the contract, but not very vocal. Dean, on the other hand…

“Fuck… fuck… Gonna- oh fuck, son of a bitch…”

A few moments later, his hole was squeezing him impossibly tighter, it was hard to keep moving. The cock in his hand twitched and hot cum stained the bottom of the counter. The sound Dean made as he came, a mix of a moan he tried to hold back and a groan of frustration, was all Crowley needed to meet his own end. 

Before he came, he pulled out and finished on Dean’s ass cheeks. Not that he didn’t want to fill him with his cum, he dreamed of it. He dreamed of seeing his seed overflow from the tight hole he was just in. But it was part of the contract. He could fuck the body, but was not allowed to soil it.

“Now that this is done,” Crowley muttered as he dressed up again. In front of him, Dean was still motionelles. Then, like he was animated like a puppet, the body straightened and turned to him. A part of Crowley was sad to see Michael back behind the wheel. Even if the moment he spent with the real Dean was short, he really enjoyed it. “Guess I have some work to do now, don’t I.”

“You better respect your part of the contract, demon,” Michael groaned, his eyes flashing blue. There was a slight frown on his forehead, like something was hurting him. “Dean is quite mad at you and banging like crazy in there.”

Crowley nodded. Dean would be mad at him, and the demon knew, if he ever got the archangel out of his body, he would hunt the shit out of him. But hell, he was a demon. Dean was a hunter. Wasn’t it what they always do? Cat and mouse game?

“It was nice hearing you again, Dean. Until next time.”

And then, with a clap of his fingers, Crowley was back in hell. The throne was empty, but dozens of demons were surrounding it. “Hello everyone. Missed me?”

Dean Winchester Tag List: @akshi8278​ @siospins2​ @kazsrm67​ @wtrpxrks​ @deanwanddamons​ @thoughts-and-funnies​ @charred-angelwings​​ @jensendreamland​​ @deanswaywardgirl​​ @happyt0exist​​ @waynes-multiverse​​ @djs8891​@mimaria420

Forever taglist: @nitnat6245​​ @b3autyfuldisast3r​​ @eevvvaa​​ @wickedinspirations​​ @fictional-affairs​​ @awkward-and-indecisive​​ @cryptichobbit​​

Supernatural Tag List: @cryptichobbit​​ @sexyvixen7​​ @stixnstripesworld​​ @charred-angelwings​​ @treat-winchesterswith-kindness​​ @lyarr24​​ @fiftyshadesgrl​​

#spnkinkbingo #lgbtq bingo #dean winchester #michael!dean #michael!dean fanfiction #michael!dean oneshot #michael!dean x Crowley #dean x crowley #smut #supernatural dean #supernatural crowley #supernatural michael #tw noncon #tw dubcon #crowley x michael #michael x crowley #supernatural michael x crowley #supernatural michael x crowley smut #supernatural oneshot #supernatural smut oneshot #supernatural smut

[freedomfireflies]

Promises, Promises | 1. This Is How We Do It

Summary: Harry Styles and Calliope St. James only have one goal in common.

And that's getting out alive.

When a mysterious invitation appears on the doorstep of fifty-five local teenagers in Chicago, the group of excited and naive kids begin a night that might never end.

Word Count: 2.8k

| Chicago, 1995 |

"Are you sure?"

"Very sure."

"I don't know... I think it's a bad idea, let's just go home."

"Callie... relax. It's just a party—"

"We don't know that. Look at the invitation. Who says stuff like that? What game? What victor?"

Lexi sighs as she throws an arm over Callie's shoulder, subtly tugging her further down the street. "Everything is gonna be fine, Cal. Besides... Derek is gonna be there—"

Callie's cheeks flush a dark ruby red at the mention of her crush's name, but she forces herself to roll her eyes. "So?"

"So, you can't stay home with your nose in a book when you could be out with him," her best friend explains, rather triumphantly, but Callie isn't convinced.

"I don't need to be out with him. I need to be finishing my assignment—"

"An English essay is hardly the important thing right now," Lexi scoffs. "Besides, no one's gonna care if you have an A in the class if you walk in with Derek on Monday morning."

"Lex—"

"No, hear me out," Lexi commands, now stopping in the middle of the street to step in front of Callie and grab her shoulders. "I've been your best friend since we were six years old. I know everything about you, which means I know exactly what you need—"

"But—"

"And what you need is to finally get over your nerves and talk to Derek."

"I... talk to him—"

"No, you let him cheat off you," Lexi corrects. "Not the same thing."

Callie pauses a moment before sighing, and the two girls continue their walk along the quiet, suburban street. "I just don't think going to a party is going to help my case. Besides, Brittany will be there. He won't even notice me."

"Which is why we're gonna make him notice you," Lexi smirks. "That's why you're wearing this."

Callie glances down at her black dress, smiling softly at the way it looks and makes her feel. She can't deny, Lexi has amazing taste. And maybe she's onto something about finally getting over her fear and talking to the boy she's been in love with since the fourth grade.

But... parties have never been her thing. Her thing is staying home, reading books, doing homework, and knitting with her grandma.

Her thing is not alcohol and drugs and having sex in a random bathroom at some stranger's house.

And even though Lexi reminds her that that's what you do in your twenties and in college... she can't say she feels the impulse to do any of it.

She likes her quiet routine.

"I'll stay for an hour," she finally concedes, and a grin bursts across Lexi's face.

"Attagirl," she praises, hooking her arm through Callie's to continue dragging her along. "This will be a night you won't regret."

Which is exactly what Callie is afraid of.

~~~

The invitation did nothing to prepare them for the size of the mansion they were being invited to.

The street leading up to the mansion is quiet. Quaint, even. Lexi and Callie have passed by the large gates hundreds of times before, although the tall pine trees always prevented them from seeing what lay beyond.

Now? Now it's hard to believe that a structure like this even exists their very own neighborhood. So hidden. So magnificent.

The gates are open by the time they arrive and the large, winding driveway ushers them closer. 

With surprise and wonder, the girls begin the journey towards the house, their eyes darting all across the landscape to admire each statue, each flower bed, and each decadent light post.

"Whose house is this?" Lexi wonders aloud, but Callie can only shake her head.

That had been the question on everyone's mind since the invitations first appeared on their doorsteps last night. All anyone could talk about today was who got the invite versus who didn't. Who could have sent it out, where it might be held, why now?

Callie couldn't figure out why she'd been invited. Maybe it was an accident. Maybe it was because Lexi was her best friend. Or maybe they were inviting her just to make fun of her.

But, for whatever reason, she was invited, and while she has a million questions on her mind, she knows she can't focus on them right now.

Instead, she needs to focus on surviving the one hour she promised to act pleasant for, and hope that it passes by quickly.

They reach the front double doors, their eyes meeting apprehensively before Lexi raises her fingers towards the golden knocker.

She's barely finished her first knock when the door swings open, revealing the face of Patrick, one of the kids from their history class.

"What's up," he slurs excitedly, seemingly already drunk, and Callie has to resist rolling her eyes. "Nice, Lex. You, too?"

"Me, too," she nods, smiling as well, before tightening her grip on Callie and dragging her inside. "This your party?"

Patrick shakes his head as he closes the door behind them, but Callie hardly notices.

Her eyes are too busy fluttering from one person to the next. The room already seems to be packed and she wonders if they're the last to arrive.

There's loud music, people laughing, screaming, dancing. And the furniture... it looks like something right out of a catalog. Gold details and accents, gorgeous fabrics and wallpaper, and the rooms are huge. Large enough that it makes everyone else inside look rather tiny.

"Nah, don't know whose house this is," Patrick admits, now coming shoulder to shoulder with Callie. "But it's fucking sick, right?"

"Totally," Lexi agrees, shooting him a grin before raising her eyebrow at Callie.

Callie smirks.

"Alright, well, keg stand is over there," Patrick tells them, clapping his hands together as he begins to back away. "Bedrooms are upstairs."

"Why... do we need to know where the bedrooms are?" Callie asks, head tilting, and Patrick snorts as he looks to Lexi. 

"Is she serious?" he asks, and Callie feels her stomach drop.

"Okay, bye now," Lexi answers instead, rolling her eyes as she begins to pull Callie into the next room. "Jackass."

"Did I... I mean, did I miss something?"

"He's being a perv," Lexi scoffs under her breath. "Ignore him. Let's get a drink, yeah?"

"Lex, I don't—"

"You do tonight," Lexi announces, shooting her a wink before dragging her towards the kitchen.

As they walk, Callie lets her eyes trail up and down the bodies of the different people all packed inside the delicate rooms like sardines.

She recognizes almost everyone, although it only further convinces her that she's here by mistake.

"Oh my god, there he is," Lexi suddenly hisses in her ear, stopping so suddenly that Callie almost collides into her.

"Who?" she asks just as quietly, and Lexi thrusts her chin forward.

Callie follows her eyeline until she finally sees what caused the commotion, and when she does, her mouth goes dry.

Derek.

Standing there, leaning against the fridge, a red solo cup in his hand. 

She feels herself swallow as she takes him in, hand coming up to smooth her hair back subconsciously, and Lexi begins to smirk.

"Okay, follow me lead," she tells her in a hushed tone before confidently striding over. "Hey, boys."

Nervous, and a little flustered, Callie follows after her like a lost puppy, her eyes trained on the floor as she walks.

"Hey, Lex," she hears Derek greet, and she can tell he's smiling in that handsome way he always does. "Got an invite, too?"

"Damn right I did," Lexi replies. "We both did... didn't we, Cal?"

With her ears burning, Callie hesitantly looks up, her lips twitching up in a smile. "Yeah."

Derek studies her for a moment, and her heart thumps inside her chest as she waits... and then, he smiles. "Cool," he responds, before taking another sip. "Do you know whose fucking house this is? We can't figure it out."

We.

For some reason, Callie hadn't noticed anybody else in the room, but at the mention of a second person, her eyes drift over.

Harry.

Better known as Derek's best friend, and a constant pain in her ass. She can feel her face contorting as she looks him over from where he's sitting on the counter beside the fridge, and true to form, his eyebrow cocks upward as their eyes meet.

"Hey, Har," Lexi greets, and slowly, his head turns to her. "No, we don't know either."

"Shame," Derek sighs. "It's a fucking sick house."

"It's fine," Harry finally speaks up, leaning back against the cupboards. "If you like pretentious shit like this."

"It's not pretentious," Lexi argues, now reaching behind Callie to grab a cup for herself. "It's just—"

"Rich," Harry answers for her. "And rich people are always pretentious. That's like... a rule."

"It's not a rule—"

"It's a rule." 

Callie's eyes flicker between the two as they continue their banter, but before she can think of a comment herself, Lexi is shoving a cup in her hand. 

"Cheers," Lexi grins, pushing their cups together before taking a giant sip.

Callie, always hesitant, gingerly brings it to her nose to have a sniff. Immediately, her face crinkles, and she pulls the cup away, only to notice that Harry is giving her an odd look. 

"Problem?" he asks as Lexi and Derek begin chatting about the music. 

Surprised, she looks helplessly at her friend before turning her eyes to Harry. "No."

His lip tugs up in a smirk. "It's vodka."

"Oh."

She doesn't really know what that means but she decides that whatever vodka is... she doesn't like it.

"It's strong," Harry continues, his voice almost taunting. "It's gonna burn."

"Great," she grumbles to herself, eyeing the liquid inside the cup with disdain.

She can feel him watching her still, but before she can look up, he's grabbing something from beside him on the counter and tossing it to her.

"Here," he demands, and she struggles to reach out and catch the plastic can. "Chase it with this."

Curious, she glances over the label. "Lemonade?"

"Nobody drinks vodka for the taste," he informs her, his arms now crossing over his chest. "But it gives you one of the best buzzes. Chase it with that, you'll be fine."

It's a better idea than what she had been expecting, but she still isn't looking forward to putting that awful smell in her body.

But... Lexi is already downing her second cup and she did promise that she'd at least try and step out of her comfort zone.

So, she pops the tab on the lemonade, and brings the vodka to her lips.

She takes the tiniest of sips before gasping. Immediately, she yanks the cup away from her mouth before rushing to the lemonade, the sweet taste sliding down her throat, and chasing the bitter taste of alcohol away.

So that's why they call it a chase, she thinks to herself, taking a deep breath.

She hears Harry chuckling lowly, and she looks up as she wipes the back of her wrist against her lips. "You're right, that was better."

He seems amused, his eyes falling over her screwed up expression. "I'm guessing that was your first drink?"

Feeling slightly mortified, her eyes fall to her hands. "No, I don't... I mean, well—"

"Relax, Tinkerbell," he snorts, his legs spreading as he leans back. "I kind of figured."

At this, her eyes begin to narrow. "What does that mean?"

"What do you think it means?" he scoffs. "You don't exactly have a reputation for being a party girl. You don't drink, you don't go out, you don't have friends—"

"I have friends—"

"You have Lexi," he corrects, glancing over towards the aforementioned teen still chatting with Derek near the couch. "That's it."

"Well..." she stammers, crossing her arms as well. "I don't need anybody else."

Harry is still smiling, clearly not through teasing her. "She the one who dragged you here?"

"No, I was invited."

"Really?" he hums, almost surprised. "Bit odd... don't you think?"

She does think, but she won't let him know that. "No, I think I was meant to be here."

"Sure," he scoffs. "Okay, Tink."

She begins to glare at the nickname, the very one she's always despised. He's been calling her that since the eighth grade, when she decided to cut her hair short for the first time.

She happened to love the hairstyle, but Harry made sure to point out that she looked like one of the lost boys from Peter Pan.

Every day, she'd be forced to sit next to him in homeroom and listen to him taunt her relentlessly.

Even now, in college, the nickname continues to stick to her like glue and in that moment, Callie decides she no longer has to listen to it.

She turns on her heel and heads for her friend, leaving Harry and his cruel jokes behind.

She hears him laugh under his breath, but she simply straightens up, readjusts the bow in her hair, and finds her spot next to Lexi.

Lexi smiles when she sees her, throwing her arm back around Callie's shoulders as she nods towards Derek. "We were just talking about you."

Her heart drops as she looks between them, smiling sheepishly. "Oh?"

Derek nods, leaning his hip against the back of the couch as he shoots her his famous toothy grin. "Yeah, 'bout you and Slim over there."

At the mention of Harry, she glances over her shoulder, watching as he takes a sip of his beer before saying something to some brunette currently batting her eyelashes at him.

She turns back around with a roll of her eyes. "Oh."

"He's such a fucking asshole," Derek laughs, and Lexi smirks. "Didn't even wanna come tonight."

"Oh, really?" Lexi replies, now sending a pointed look Callie's way. "Who would have thought?"

"Said he'd rather stay home," Derek continues, still smirking at his friend. "With Angela."

The familiar name has Callie lifting her eyebrows, a little surprised by the mention. As far as she knew, Harry and Angela hadn't been together since their junior year of high school.

But she can't seem to be surprised that Harry would go running back to the beautiful, blonde cheerleader. After all, he's always had a type.

"Is she here?" Lexi asks now, glancing around the room, and Derek shakes his head.

"Nah, didn't get an invite," he sighs, running his fingers through his hair, and Callie's eyes linger on the movement. "Plus she's doing some squad shit or whatever. He said he'd meet her later."

"I can't believe they're back together," Lexi muses, seemingly as surprised as Callie was.

"They're not, they're just fucking."

"Of course," Lexi replies now, laughing a little herself as she glances over at Callie. "So, what do you think? Not bad, right?"

Callie shrugs as she looks around the room once more. It's still loud. Still crowded. Still odd that only fifty-five people seemed to have gotten an invite when their class has at least three hundred kids. "I guess," she admits softly, and Lexi beams.

"Told you," she replies triumphantly, before Derek begins to brush past them.

Callie watches him go, sighing to herself as he begins high fiving some of the football players in the other room.

"He'll be back," Lexi decides, before shooting her a wink. "Okay, let's dance."

"No, Lex—"

"Come on," Lexi laughs, grabbing at her hand to drag her towards the speakers.

Despite herself, Callie begins to relax, watching her friend with admiration as she begins to dance around to whatever song is blasting from the cassette tape.

"This is how we do it. It's Friday night and I feel alright," Lexi begins to sing at her. "The party's here on the west side."

"So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up," the rest of the room continues loudly. "Designated driver take the keys to my truck. Hit the shore cause I'm faded. Honey's in the street say, Monty, yo we made it—"

Callie can't help but join in, letting Lexi grab her waist as she begins to sway them back and forth to the addictive rhythm. 

Everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, all smiling as they dance and sing. The energy in the room is infectious and suddenly, Callie can't remember why she was so hesitant to come in the first place.

And even though Derek is nowhere to be found, she doesn't mind. All she wants to do is dance with her friend.

"I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because..." the room yells. "This is how we do it—"

"South Central does it like nobody does," Lexi sings along, smiling at Callie, and Callie laughs. "This is how we do it—"

"To all my neighbors, you got much flavor," the kids continue, the words echoing across the house. "This is how we do it. Let's flip the track, bring the old school back. This is how we do it—"

However, right before the second verse can start, a loud piercing cry is heard throughout the house, slicing through the music until everyone suddenly freezes and begins to look around.

The cassette tape is stopped, the house now quiet as the group begins to mumble amongst themselves.

The party is still for a moment longer before another scream rips through the air, making everyone jump.

Like a wave, everyone rushes towards the sound, their eyes wide and curious as they begin to gather in the backyard.

And then... the murmuring becomes a lot louder.

Callie and Lexi push and shove their way from the back of the huddle towards the front as Lexi demands everyone move out of her way. 

And once they reach the front, Callie's eyes nearly fall out of her head.

There, on the ground, is Brittany, the one who screamed.

And in front of her? Lying unconscious on the ground? A sharp knife in his neck, as blood pools from the blade onto his skin and into the grass?

Derek.

Next:

~ Promises, Promises | 2. Trust Nobody

Previous:

~ Promises, Promises | 0. To Whom It May Concern

Full Masterlist

#harry styles #harry styles fan #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles imagine #harry styles short story #harry #styles

[stormxpadme]

AO3 has been kicking me out for around 10mins bcs of pages loading too slow on wifi and data both so it wont let me post a comment on ch 7 (i think) SO HERE IT IS i will not go to sleep till i send it to you PUBLICALLY ! (gonna also paste it into ao3 tmrw but i need to send it now and then pass out for at least 3 more hrs xD):

REMYYYYYY AAAA i literally firgot everything i was gonna say when i figured out its gambjt j'fucking adoreeeee 🥰🥰🥰

one bad mutant for eric one food mutant fir charles. theyre just playing chess at this point. assholes. also with the like killing and mystiques comment abt another talk between erik and charles i had a thiught there... hmmmm.... i wish i rmbrd what kt was. OH YEAH. it hink i said this a while ago somewhere that its like. Its a draw, and impasse, and until either one of them crossed any of the arbitrary lines they drew in the sand nothing will change

Also scott is a dumbass and katja is so extremely like. Idealistic. I love that for her bcs she still has enthusiasm amd has that righteous anger that comes off as either annoying or hopeful to someone whos been fighting a war for so long such as scott. And i love that part of the convo where scott is like we cant save the whole world. It made me think of schindlers list and that quite - the man who saves a life has saved a world entire. Which is ironic given that its eriks goons doing this, which AGAIN brings me to erkis hypocrisy this time and like. Him and charles are just two sides of a same coin arent they?

The encounter with that girl yesterday had left him more confused than he had experienced in years. - side eyeing you for this 👀🤨😤😹❤️

With this weapon, we can turn all of New York into mutants in a few days and all of humanity in six months - oh i rmbrd now! (I cooy some quites to clipboard not to forget to comment on them xd) - what i wanted to say here is that i have all the love and none of the respect for cartoonish villain plans ised to attract the attention of your ex boyfriend xD "imma turn the whole new york into SHARKS and i'll be the SHARK MASTER" like dude chill ffs just text him its okay its cool xD.

❤️

It sent, actually! But yeah, everything's lagging there right now including my answers to you and I'm getting unnerved bc AO3 GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. So I will answer here :D And then I will send you to bed BECAUSE REASONS.

And hey, there's a definite advantage to posting here: You can include visuals :D.

I needed my red eyed Cajun baby in there :D. I mean obviously, since the team is what it's like in the 90s cartoon plus one additional weather-witch, but also because Remy is too fucking cute (and Taylor Kitsch was too fucking hot playing him).

Yeep, exactly. Charles and Erik love each other far too much still for their own good. This whole thing would long have been over with everyone dead if they didn't hold their respective people back. With how it's going, there's just more and more collateral damage on the way, and those two still will just fuck it out and cry on each other's shoulder in the end, and they deserve all the shade thrown at them for it.

Uuugh now I get emotional about Schindler's list again, never managed to rewatch that, it broke me so much the first time already. I think it's really the hardest part about this job? Getting to terms that you can't be everywhere at once and that making as much of a difference as you can is what counts and not saving everyone because that simply won't work. And my girl is still at the beginning of learning that sigh. It's really chilling seeing Erik walk around killing off random people in this franchise just because they're normal people bc like. This is what happens when someone's been on the receiving end of this and then gets the power to turn the tables on the fascist assholes. The moral dilemma of the whole thing ugh.

Oh god, I'm so sorry for this storyline already LOL. Poor Ororo really needs better taste in men …

thanks, now I can never take that plan seriously again LOOOL. I mean, when Erik finally gets up to get this plan up and started, Charles will indeed be there in person, so I guess in the end the plan worked? :D

#sometimes stormy gets asked things #effervescentdragon #x men #everything after x2 didn't happen sue me #x men original timeline movies #ao3 get your shit together #i'm sorry but that part just broke me #erik risking killing ten thousands of people and starting a war #just to get charles' attention #WHERE'S THE FUCKING LIE THO #writing #of course NOW ao3 is down

[mistydeyes]

if you’re not still taking pairing requests ignore this 👀

i’m 5’8, shoulder length black wavy hair, hazel eyes, abnormally pale (i do not go outside, thanks skin cancer genetics), and i have a fair amount of tattoos, most are visible if im wearing a short sleeved shirt. i’m a barista/cake decorator and have 4 cats. i speak english and some german, not good at math, and love anything science related. i fit in the alternative subcultures, just not any one in specific though i lean towards grunge and goth mostly. been obsessed with sleep token, depeche mode, the cure, and bad omens lately. i’m a very “sensitive and naive” person according to those in my life and i try to see the best in everyone. i also have a few chronic illnesses (POTS, hEDS, MCAS, and endometriosis) but im trying my best <3

Simon "Ghost" Riley (a/n I LOVE DEPECHE MODE thank you for this anon)

How you met: Civilian You hummed as you finished up another cake. This was your artistic outlet. It was a slow Sunday, not many events going on, so you were finishing up on some orders for tomorrow. The bell to the shop rang and you wiped your hands of icing to greet your customer. The man looked crammed in the small shop as his dark hair almost touched the ceiling. You thought he looked handsome despite the face mask that matched his dark hoodie and attire. "Here to pick up for John Price," he said gruffly and you went to the back fridge to retrieve his order. You were surprised as you pulled out the cake decorated with gold and silver icing. You remembered making it this morning, buttercream and red velvet if you remembered correctly. "Happy 40th" it read in delicate lettering as you boxed it up. You exited to find the man looking at his phone and holding cash. "Here you go," you said as you rung him up. "You look a little too young to be celebrating someone's 40th," you commented as you counted out the cash. "It's for my boss," he replied curtly, "got sent to pick it up before tonight." As you handed him his change, you smiled. "Well let him know I wish him a happy birthday," you said and sent him on his way.

Later that day, Simon knew he would be returning to your shop as that was some the best confections he's had in awhile. Something about the delicate buttercream paired with the rich red velvet made him want more. Plus it didn't hurt that you were the cute little baker who caught his eye with your face coated in icing and arms filled with delicate pieces of artwork.

A peek into your relationship: "What are we listening to?" you boyfriend, Simon, asked as you decorated some cupcakes. "Depeche Mode," you smiled and placed a little icing on his scrunched up nose. You laughed as you finished up another row of the small baked goods. "It sounds like an opening to a crime show drama," he replied as another song began. You rolled your eyes as he critiqued your music taste. "You just don't know good music," you joked as you added some finishing touches. These weren't for anything special but you knew Simon enjoyed some sweet treats before he left for deployment. You always made sure to give him a nice array of icing and cake flavors. You still couldn't believe he hadn't found a favorite yet. "If you can even call that music," he said under his breath before you presented him with a carrot cake and cream cheese delicacy. Maybe it was the cupcake but Simon found himself in better spirits. "I like this song," he commented as you began to clean up. You couldn't believe your ears. "What did you say?" you teased as you brushed off your apron. "You heard me, love," he said as he scarfed down another one. "Funny," you began to say as he looked at your curiously, "that one is called 'Ghosts again'."

#izziespairings #madebyizzie #cod mwii #mw2 imagine #task force 141 #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #mw2

[reverienne]

WHAT FORM OF LOVE DO YOU EMBODY?

Continuing the trend of taking this lovely quiz for my OCs - this time for two iterations of Corinne, the original Corinne Varyn and their modern AU, younger and messed up in different ways equivalent, Corina Brianta.

CORINNE VARYN, romance route undetermined, Wayfarer:

love as being known [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ]

when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

CORINA BRIANTA, romance route undetermined, WTS:

love as being known [ love is knowing all of someone and loving them anyway ]

when tim kreider said "if we want the rewards of being loved we have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known" and when joe wright said "The idea that these two people know each other, knew each other when they first saw each other. That they recognized each other from their future" and when micah nemerever said "it was a relief and a horror to be known so perfectly"

(specific answers below the cut)

CORINNE VARYN:

the tip of a dagger pressed against your heart

the shade of freshly spilled blood

My church offers no absolutes / She tells me worship in the bedroom / The only heaven I'll be sent to / Is when I'm alone with you ("Take Me To Church")

“Intimacy” by Angelica Alzona

“Because the sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted” (Ocean Vuong, “On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous”)

graciously. everyone makes mistakes. to love truly is to look at another person, witness every part of them, good and bad, and love them anyway

profound nakedness, deeper than flesh and bone

in the kitchen

i wake up in your arms and watch you breathe, marveling at the fact that you have not left, that you are still here with me

hold me, but not too tight. see me, but not up close. i cannot bear to be loved otherwise

like you are at a revel, getting drunk on the heady wine of their lips, their flesh. sweet and languid, you drink them in and let yourself get whisked away by affection and quietude

CORINA BRIANTA:

a kitchen fragrant with freshly made food, though a safe place, whether it’s a person or a building is implicit here

love is every color that has ever or will ever exist

Don't take this the wrong way / You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you / Only blue or black days / Electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose ("Someone New")

Judith Slaying Holofernes by Artemisia Gentileschi

“Because the sunset, like survival, exists only on the verge of its own disappearing. To be gorgeous, you must first be seen, but to be seen allows you to be hunted” (Ocean Vuong, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous)

graciously. everyone makes mistakes. to love truly is to look at another person, witness every part of them, good and bad, and love them anyway

a burning ache in the pit of my stomach, never satisfied, coloring my vision red

in the heart

i wake up in your arms and watch you breathe, marveling at the fact that you have not left, that you are still here with me

i would rather die drowning in your love than of thirst for it

like you're memorizing the taste and feel and scent of them, like they are the night sky and you are an astronomer, mapping constellations on their body

#Wayfarer #WTS #Corinne Varyn #Corina Brianta #cackling with glee seeing Corinne Varyn pinpointed as love as being known #I hope that they'll be able to heal enough to be able to find their happily ever after #not that I don't wish the same to Corina Brianta but Corina has a therapist and is better adjusted in some ways #while Corinne Varyn is Mx. Fear of Vulnerability so them being assigned love as being known? absolutely brutal (but so true) #I love this quiz but also don't look at me - I need to take a break from it before I take it for my other characters

[jasmariswonderland]

This is several days late but at least its finally done! Here’s Sidonie’s birthday interview! I’ll also be posting the first part of her ceremonial robes story later today! Hope you all enjoy getting to know Sidonie better! 💙

~~~

Yuulan: Happy Birthday!

Sidonie: Thank you, my dear. I’m so glad you could come!

Y: I must say, your birthday outfit really suits you!

S: You think so? I feel like I stand out in white, but I guess since today is my day, I should. 

Y: Have your family sent you anything? 

S: Family sent me a beautiful card. It read “We hope you continue to blossom beautifully and stay out of trouble. Happy birthday to our blooming sorceress!” It was signed by my parents, grandparents and sisters too! 

Y: Do you mind telling us a little more about your family?

S: My grandparents own a flower shop but we all help out with the business. We sell many kinds of flowers but we are most famous for our roses. There is a special magic, passed down in my family for generations, that allows our roses to remain beautiful long past the time roses would normally wilt. Me, my sisters and mother help grandmother with cultivating the roses and we’ve all been taught the magic. I hope one day I can pass it down to my own children. 

Y: Has magical rose cultivation always been a part of your heritage? 

S: For as long as anyone can remember. There’s this one story grandmother told us when I was a little girl, about a beautiful witch who we may or may not be descended from. Disguised as a beggar woman, she offered a prince a single red rose in exchange for shelter from a winter storm. The cruel prince turned her away so she revealed her true form to him. 

Y: What happened when the prince realized the truth?

S: Hehe, I’ll leave that to your imagination, but let’s just say, the witch gave the prince a very beastly lesson in not judging those by their appearances! 

~~~

Y: What is your favorite food?

S: Crepe Suzette. Oddly enough, I don’t really enjoy desserts but crepe suzette has the perfect blend of sweet and tangy that’s not too cloying. 

Y: Do you dislike most other desserts then?

S: Milk chocolate in particular, it’s way too sweet for my tastes. The same goes for white chocolate but I love dark. My preferences in dessert tend toward more refined tastes. Mocha, marzipan, and matcha, are a few of my favorite flavors. 

Y: Is that why one of the layers of your birthday cake is a matcha cake?

S: Yep! Trey baked it especially for today! Really, he is so skilled in the kitchen! Incidentally, his family’s bakery is on the same street as my family’s flower shop. And if you’re wondering, that’s how we came to know each other. 

Y: Did you know any other NRC students prior to being enrolled here?

S: Yes, I knew Riddle because our grandmothers were friends. And Farron and I knew actually were friends in preschool but he ended up attending an all boys grade school and I went to an all girls one. So it was quite a few years before our paths crossed again at this school. Everyone else here was completely new to me but that’s not a bad thing! I’ve met so many fascinating people from all over the world and that’s very exciting! 

~~~

Y: What sorts of things do you enjoy?

S: Besides gardening you mean? Well, I really love to paint, especially with watercolors. 

Y: When did you begin painting?

S: I began last year but I’ve been making very quick progress. I’ve always had a passing interest in art but I never really indulged in that before coming to NRC. Last year, I was struggling with a project in my art class and Rook-san was kind enough to help me. He’s a very talented artist himself and under his teaching, I began painting not just for my art class, but for my own enjoyment. I think we would both be in the art club if we weren’t already in the science club. 

Y: On that same note, tell us about your activities with the science club.

S: The science club is wonderful! We experiment in any and all kind of chemistry and alchemy, crafting with potions, cultivating plants, you name it! Basically anything Professor Crewel doesn’t teach us in class, we dabble with in the science club. 

Y: Sounds like it can be dangerous if you’re not careful. 

S: Indeed, we meet a few times a week and it’s not unheard of for an explosion of some sort to go off at least once a week when we’re working! But so long as everyone practices proper safety protocols, everything is usually fine, Trey personally sees to that. 

Y: That’s good to know, and it sounds like you have a lot of fun with them. 

S: I do! And I’ve learned a lot from our club activities, particularly about creating poisons. 

Y: Uh…is there a reason why you would want to know about that?

S: Well, besides it being part of our curriculum, poison crafting is just one of those things that might come in handy in the future. You never know…

Y: Uh…should I begin sleeping with one eye open?

S: *laughs* Fear not, Yuulan! You are not the victim I have in mind, if you can call that such a thing! 

Y: Uhhhh…I’m glad for that. And once again, happy birthday! 

(A/N: When I ever get around to trying to draw it, the groovy image is of Sidonie being offered a gift by Trey. Rook and Danica are watching in the background with smirks on their faces.)

~~~

#twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #OC: Sidonie #oc birthday #twisted wonderland