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pathologicalreid · 25 days

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You write fluff and flangst absolutely amazingly and I’m in awe every dang time!

Buuut since you’ve got spring break coming up, a little fic idea that’s in my head that I’ll never do justice! (If you’re interested)

Fem!reader finding out an adorable way to tell Spencer she’s pregnant. I don’t care if they’re dating or married or what - but like she puts together a crossword, or a puzzle and he just doesn’t get it. (If you wanna throw angst in, he leaves without getting it for a case and then realizes it in the middle of the night.)

puzzling | S.R.

trying to tell Spencer you're pregnant, but he's too concerned with your well-being to fill out your custom crossword puzzle

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: pregnancy and misc. symptoms., talk of fainting and blood tests. word count: 1.69k a/n: welcome back to the spencer reid dilf agenda! i hope this does your request justice and thank you for entrusting me with this idea!!!! <3

you

It was your pride and joy, the collection of folded papers that sat on the kitchen counter, next to a cup of coffee that you had already filled for him.

On your fake newspaper, you had created a custom crossword puzzle. With four very important clues.

Across: “Early stage of life”

Across: “American actress Frances _”

Down: “Must be finished by”

Down: “Veteran’s Day month”

You smiled softly to yourself as you heard Spencer’s footsteps coming down the staircase. Padding over to the kitchen counter, you sat on one of the stools, a cup of tea in front of you.

Before he even looked at the newspaper, Spencer leaned over to kiss you good morning, “You look tired,” he whispered, hooking a finger under your chin as if he were investigating the dark circles underneath your eyes.

“Way to make a girl feel good about herself,” you teased lightly, even though you knew he was right. At least you felt tired.

He rolled his eyes, “You know that’s not what I meant.” Turning to grab his mug of coffee off of the counter, he observed you again, “Are you sure your doctor said nothing was wrong?”

Smiling, you gave him a brief nod. You had gone to see your doctor a few days ago for nausea and fatigue, and Spencer would’ve gone with you had he not been on the other side of the country on a case. “They’re running some tests, but they didn’t see anything blatantly wrong,” the doctor was running a few blood tests, checking your iron levels and HCG.

Using his free hand, Spencer reached over and moved a lock of hair out of your face, “They said your blood pressure was low?”

Low blood pressure, as it turned out, was a pregnancy symptom that was most common in the first trimester. “You’re freaking out over nothing, Spence,” you told him. Really, it was something. A rather large something – or small, depending on how you wanted to look at it. “Come on, it’s crossword time,” you told him, using the end of the pen to tap on the newspaper.

“I worry about you when I’m away. You do know that low blood pressure can cause syncope, right? Did they prescribe you anything for it?” He asked, ignoring your wishes to move on and do the crossword.

There was a small part of you that just wanted to tell him, but frankly, you had worked too hard on the crossword puzzle to give yourself away like that. You couldn’t tell him that they didn’t prescribe you anything because they didn’t know how far along you were. A larger part of you knew that if you just got him to work on the puzzle, he would have his answers in about seven minutes.

Then his phone rang, he pulled the device out of his pocket, and the Caller ID on the screen caused you to slump your shoulders forward. It was Garcia. “Hey Garcia,” he greeted on the phone, “at the tarmac?”

You set your head on the counter and sighed in defeat as Spencer hung up the phone.

“Are you alright?” He asked you softly, tenderly wrapping an arm around your torso.

Humming, you sat back up, ignoring the stars in your field of vision as you did so. “I’m fine, you should go,” you insisted.

Spencer shook his head, “No, you’re sick. I’ll call Garcia back and tell her I have to stay back.” Acting bewildered at the idea that he had been so remiss as to agree to do his job while you were unwell.

You reached out and set a hand on his, “It’s alright, love. I can take care of myself,” you reminded him. Besides the fact that you were wholly self-sufficient, the only reason why Spencer would be asked to meet the team at the tarmac was if they were headed toward a particularly gnarly case – they needed all hands on deck.

“Promise me you’ll check in? Call your mom if you need any help, please,” he requested, pleading eyes following you as you got up to hug him.

Nodding, you wrapped your arms around him, “You should take the crossword with you.” Pulling away, you haphazardly refolded the newspaper and handed it to him.

Furrowing his brow, Spencer inspected the paper that you had given him. “We always do the crossword together on Saturdays,” he found you incredibly helpful on the pop culture clues. “We could save this one and then have two for next week,” he offered.

God. No. Your eyes widened at the idea of having to keep your secret for another week, shaking your head, you shrugged, “No, you should take it. It’ll make me look forward to next week even more,” you insisted.

He folded, and with a sweet kiss to the forehead, he was off to go save lives, remaining entirely unaware of the one growing inside of you.

him

The judgmental Italian behind him was proving to be a distraction, “Did you find something?” Spencer asked, eyeing the evidence board with frustration. Something bugged him about the case, and he couldn’t figure out exactly what it was.

“Not right now, but it’s three in the morning,” Rossi said, joining Spencer by the evidence board. “Why don’t you give that big brain of yours a break?”

Shaking his head, Spencer crossed his arms in front of his chest, “I tried. I can’t stop thinking about the case.” Men were popping up dead in a small Missouri town at an alarming rate, and he felt so close to a breakthrough.

Dave nodded like he understood the feeling, that was probably why he had emerged from his hotel room so early, returning to the precinct before the sun peeked over the horizon. “What do you usually do to wind your brain down?”

Raising his eyebrows, Spencer shrugged, “Crossword puzzles,” he admitted, any word puzzle would do the trick.

The chuckle from the older man next to him startled Spencer, “Now, why doesn’t that surprise me?” Rossi looked around the precinct, “I’m sure we can find one around here somewhere.”

“No,” Spencer said, “I have one in my bag, actually.” He refrained from including the detail that you had given him the crossword puzzle, or else he’d never hear the end of it.

Clapping him on the back, Rossi lifted his coffee cup, “Then I suggest you go take the thirty seconds to fill out that puzzle and then get some rest.”

Once he was back in his hotel room, he changed before pulling out the pile of papers that you had sent him off with. Sitting on top of the bed, he filled out the puzzle in approximately six minutes and forty-three seconds. Once the letters were filled in, he skimmed the puzzle – just to check it over.

The only one that might’ve given him trouble was about an American actress – usually he had you to help him with pop culture, but he recalled having the same last name as an actress in Days of Our Lives.

It was interesting that the words “Baby” and “Reid” were right next to each other.

Wait.

Quickly, he calculated the odds that the words “Baby” “Reid” “Due” and “November” were all in the puzzle and when the numbers were put together, they made your anniversary. Spencer just as quickly called you, listening to the phone ringing.

His heart was racing as he waited to see if you answered the phone. “Hey,” your groggy voice came through the receiver.

“Where did you get this crossword puzzle?” He asked you, flipping through the rest of the newspaper for the first time.

You hummed softly, “You’re doing it right now?”

Looking at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he dropped his face into his hands. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t even think about the time,” it was just past four in the morning now, making it just past five in the morning in Virginia. “I just thought that…” his voice trailed off. What if it was just a coincidence?

There was silence on your end of the call, and he wondered if you had fallen asleep. You hadn’t been feeling well, and he’d woken you up with his phone call. “You thought what, Spence?”

The teasing lilt in your voice had given you away to him immediately. He knew. Every one of his suspicions were confirmed, “Y/N Reid,” he breathed.

“Spencer Reid,” you countered.

He took a deep breath, “Are you pregnant?”

“Yeah,” you answered simply, with about as much enthusiasm as he expected from you at five in the morning.

It all started to make sense to him. The low blood pressure, the drowsiness, and even the slight caginess when it came to him asking about your doctor’s visit. He swiped away a few stray tears, “I don’t know what to say.” It wasn’t a feeling he was overly used to.

You cleared your throat, “Are you happy?” Nerves clouded your voice, and he could hear you becoming more awake – more alert.

“I am,” he searched aimlessly. Elated. Thrilled. Ecstatic. “I’m so happy,” he told you, at a loss for words. “I don’t know what to say, I just… God, are you okay?” Dread washed over him, you were alone, sick, and pregnant at home and he was halfway across the country.

Sighing, he heard a ruffling on the other end of the call. “I’m great. I’m exhausted, I had no idea being pregnant was so tiring. I mean, I knew, but I didn’t know.” You sighed again, “I’m not making any sense.”

He laughed lightly at your rambling, “You’re making perfect sense. Chances are your energy will return during the second trimester.”

“Don’t get my hopes up.” You paused again for just a moment, “I’m sorry if I scared you. With the whole doctor’s appointment thing. They really are keeping an eye on my blood pressure and whole slew of other things, but they know the root cause.”

A giddy smile grew on his face, “It’s because you’re pregnant.”

A soft hum came through the phone, “It’s because I’m pregnant,” you concurred.

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yandere-kokeshi · 2 years

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Congrats on the 979 followers!!! 🥳

If it would be okay I'd love to request a yandere Dabi, yandere Hawks and any other yandere you may want to add in, with a darling who either loves to sleep and refuses to leave the bed for anything if the yandere is a early riser, or if the yandere sleeps in, an early rising darling who fights to escape the bed?

Again congrats 😊

Warning: Yandere behavior and some sexual hints(?)

Authors note: Thank you!!!!! That means so much. I didn't expect to get here! Sorry if this isn't what you wanted, I had to hurry this. Feel free to request again! :DD

Dabi:

Dabi isn’t an early riser, more so forced to do so because of Shigaraki's tantrums. He absolutely hates waking up, but has to; meaning leaving you in a cold room, coming back with some takeout that may or may not be healthy.

Don’t get me wrong, Dabi absolutely loves to sleep in with you, something about waking up with his giant arms surrounding your body and the soft snores of his beloved gives nothing but butterflies in his stomach; calming his anger and hidden anxiety that he didn’t even know he had.

Buuut… that doesn’t mean he gets up on his rare days off to make you two nice, eatable breakfasts. Though, that doesn’t mean he can be an asshole waking you up at times.

At first, he’ll shak you awake, placing butterfly kisses on your face and shoulders before whispering with his deep voice: “Come’ on doll, get up. I made you your favorite.”

you decide to groan and roll over, pulling up the covers to ignore the now-blinding sun; he’ll think it’s cute at first, smiling: “I know.. Come’ on doll, get up.”

But the more you whine, the more he gets annoyed.

Finally, he’ll get more stern; ripping the covers off of you, climbing over you to rest on your stomach. “Come on, get up. I know you’re tired but your food will get cold, and no; I’m not re-heating it.”

Rarely, will he give in and let you sleep, but he likes to spend time with you when he’s not ‘working’. Though, if you do use the ‘puppy face’ and beg him to sleep him with you, he'll give in and come back to bed; laying on top of you with his head on you're chest.

Keigo Takami / Hawks:

As he’s a Pro-Hero, he’s forced to wake up pretty early and function till around 10 pm or later. Usually, when he leaves, he always pecks your face with a few kisses, maybe blowing on your face lightly to wake you up so you can eat something.

Sometimes, he will fly over to the shared apartment to hang out with you, either on his lunch break or on his rare few minutes off; if Keigo still sees you asleep… he’s the devil waking you up.

Much like above, if you decide to whine and refuse to get up; he’ll let it slide one or two times, trying to wake you up again in 5 minutes or so. If you don’t, he will blow raspberries on your belly; tickling you while whining: “You’re killing me, [Name!!!]”

If you don’t wake up, he will huff and puff while saying “Fine!” and storm into the kitchen, ordering your favorite takeout; once it’s at the house, he will take it out, go into the room and eat near you, making loud “Mm!! So good. Such a shame I don’t have a hot [Name] near me to satisfy my other needs!” — “It would be a shame if I ate it all and couldn’t share any with my darling.”

In other words, he’s baiting you to get out of bed.

Either way, he’ll annoy you awake: slightly biting your thighs, stomach and shoulders, blowing raspberries and tickling you awake. Or, he’ll whine away about how ‘he’s dying’ and ‘you need to save me’.

On rare occasions, if he does have a day off; he will let you sleep in, yes, even into the afternoon. But, 2pm is the max.

Though, if you are just too cute and refuse to get out; he will crawl back into bed with you, cover you with his wings and fall back asleep with you, maybe asking if you two can do... special work-out sessions after you two wake up.

Katsuki Bakugou / Dynamite

Much like Keigo, he also needs to get up early.

Normally, Katsuki gets up around 5am to train about an hour or more before heading to work. Rarely, does he ever wake you up, unless it's urgent. He understands that it’s pretty early in the morning and you despise getting your beauty sleep disturbed.

But, when he does have his rare day off; he likes to train, take a shower when he comes home then make you two breakfast. Usually, Katsuki will (try) to wake you up around 9am, with a nice, hot plate of home cooked breakfast and do the usual scheduled thing you two do: cuddle on the bed while watching some drama TV show.

He will wake you up much like Dabi, sure, he’ll be a bit more rougher; but still nice enough to let you wake up naturally and not have a heart attack when you see his red eyes.

“Wake up, [Name]. Made your favorite.” – “Come on. Not in the mood to play games, you’re acting like a child.”

Either if you whine and throw a pillow at him or mumble a ‘no’ and turn around to face the other way; be ready to have the covers ripped off of you, his warm hands grabbing your ankles and dragging you off the bed.

Katsuki doesn’t like wasting food, so if you decide to not want to get up, he’ll be a bit snarkier than normal and force you to get up; whether that’s shaking your shoulders, pulling the covers off of you or kissing your neck to the point it’s uncomfortable, he will make you get up.

Now, if you decide to use the famous ‘puppy face’ and try to convince him to sleep in a bit more; he’ll try to resist your pretty face but sooner or later, he’ll give in and let you sleep in for 10 minutes. Which turns out to be 30 minutes because he ended up joining you.

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hugemilkshake · 17 days

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.....like can I send in a cookie run kingdom prompt thing? If so here is one...and I'd like this to be a one-shot plz! Also your writing with your other stories are good so don't stress too much about this! I'm sure you'll be fine! And if ya want feel free to ignore it.

So I got this idea while reading some self aware au fics...where reader is taken from the human world and brought into the cookie world.

The reader, a selfless workaholic, was working like always but then gets taken into the world of cookies! They were surprised they ended up in the cookie run world and decide to try their best in this amazing new world they loved, ready to work hard for the cookies to keep em happy and so on....buuuut that's when they discover how much the cookies love em. They start doing everything for y/n so that way y/n could finally rest and relax. You can go crazy with whatever scenarios you want of y/n trying to do stuff for the cookies buuut cookies stop y/n so y/n stops working or of cookies spoiling the hell out of y/n. Like cookies do their best to make sure y/n is happy, safe and relaxed. Also throw in whatever cookies encounters and stuff you want!

Hope you have fun with it and feel free if you don't feel up to it!

I hope you enjoy the milkshake! Now I might not be the best at writing self aware stuff since this is my first time writing it

Just relax

-self aware AU-

-platonic-

Another long day of work… you rested your head before feeling a vibration from your phone. It was a coworker… asking if you could take their shift…. Again…

Ugh… did they not see that you were tired? But you couldn’t say no… you just couldn’t…

You had some time before having to return to work so you scrolled through the App Store until you came across a cute game franchise called Cookie Run. You decided to buy three of the games, the one that caught your attention was Cookie Run: Kingdom.

It was so charming, the way you could interact with the cookies and decorate your own kingdom was so nice, and in over a month you had gotten all the cookies and decors, which sounds a little crazy but this game was kinda like your escape from your job.

But with this you had gotten very very fatigued. You couldn’t remember when the last time you had a proper meal… or a full night of sleep… or when you saw your family last… or when you didn’t have to work… or when your friends talked to you last…

You were practically on the verge of breaking down, the only thing’s keeping you from going insane was the silly cookie games on your phone.

Now… you might’ve been going crazy but you swear that the cookies were talking to… like directly. It could be sleep deprivation making you hear things but it was still very odd.

But you might’ve hit a breaking point. You finally passed out. You had just gotten a notice that you were getting evicted from your apartment and you didn’t really have anything so all you did was clean up any trash that was left around, and by the time you were done it was midnight and your boss had the AUDACITY to ask you to do even more work… at that point you passed out. Either from exhaustion or stress it was probably both tbh

…

But when you woke up you weren’t in your apartment.. you were in a comfortable bed.. that had… candy like details…? You tried to get up and out of the bed but someone quickly jumped up and had you lay back down.

“Please son’t sit up too fast! You’re exhausted. You shouldn’t be moving too much, here let me get you some food, just wait here…” A gentle voice told you…. It was also familiar…

The person returned and set a tray right next to the bed, you saw that they looked familiar…

“I hope your not in any pain… I’m Strawberry Cookie by the way…” Strawberry Cookie spoke “Please just try to relax…”

You tried to speak but your throat hurt a lot… like to an unnatural degree.. but you were quite hungry so you decided to take a bite out of one the the star jellies i front of you. Now when you took a bite… something clicked in your head.

You thought you were dreaming but this felt way to real… the bed.. the food.. everything was too real.

And the realized you felt sore.. not just your throat hurt, everything hurt. You went to rub your temples but your skin felt less oily and more… doughy..?

You wanted answers and Strawberry Cookie was aware of this, so she started to speak once more.

“…I know your probably really confused about what’s happening and I am too… but it’s important for you to not get up and move around… your dough is still getting used to the temperature..”

Dough… what…? What was happening…?

“Just… please don’t stress to much… try to relax… please..?”

…

So you were a cookie now..

Interesting

Well it’s not as bad as you thought it’d be

I mean- you can’t walk and talking is a little difficult but you’re treated like royalty

Like you try to get up and do something and Strawberry Cookie has to guilt trip ask you to lay back down

But Strawberry Cookie wasn’t the only one who visited you

Gingerbrave, Wizard Cookie and Custard Cookie the lll visited you the most

Strawberry Cookie try’s to make sure your feeling alright and gets you food

Gingerbrave tells you what’s currently happening in EarthBread and, you kinda knew what was happening but hearing it more in detail was a little frightening

Wizard Cookie tries to understand how someone your age could have dough as soft as your- and by soft I mean dough like.

And Custard Cookie the lll just talks about how he’s going to be a great prince king and how fun some of the adventures he’s been on!

But out of all of them, the one thing they had in common was making sure you didn’t get up to do anything

You physically cannot do anything without someone making a fuss over it

It was actually kinda nice…

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #crk self aware

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scary-tingz · 1 year

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Slashers + Valentine’s Day

A/N: A little late to the party but ah well! (Edited to be more gender neutral!)

Slashers Included: Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees, Thomas Hewitt, Bubba Sawyer, Freddy Krueger, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Sinclair Brothers

Warnings: NSFW themes ahead, reader wearing lingerie, mention of blood, organs, bugs

Michael Myers

You’d think someone like Michael would give less of a shit about the holidays, but now that he has a partner he seems to care at least a little bit about ones outside of Halloween.

He’s not gonna put on a big show, but he will appear from the hallway with blood on one arm, damn near past his elbow. Attached to his hand is a big bloody heart, how sweet.

He grabs your hands and wraps them around it, the bundle of red warmth still pulsing faintly in your grip. He squeezes them, his hands against yours. There’s a bloody mess on the floor now, but you know better to complain about such a thoughtful gift.

He stalked the biggest toughest guy he could find just to be sure the heart would be huge, and then he took it for his lover. Try putting it in a jar with some celsior if you don’t want it to spoil, maybe decorate it with some stickers and fake flowers. He’d be more than happy to work on some diy decorations for the container.

He doesn’t expect anything from you, but any gifts received will be cherished and promptly stored in his room as either a decoration or in the droor he has especially for you.

Jason Voorhees

You’d have to remind him of the day, he doesn’t really bother to count them to be quite honest.

I’m not sure he even knows what Valentine’s Day is, as he never really got to experience the holiday as a child. None of the other kids would give him candy and it’s more likely that his mother would keep him in the house for the day to spare him the embarrassment and humiliation.

Buuut upon hearing your explanation of the day he immediately gets up and marches off to go find you the prettiest forest flowers and the tastiest edible berries he can find!

If you get lucky and have some campers on that day he’ll slay them for their chocolate and steal anything red, white, or pink in your honor.

If you get him a gift he’ll be over the moon, picking you up and spinning you around, fawning over it all day and generally slacking on his usual duties of maintaining the camp. As long as he isn’t ignoring anything too pressing, let him have his moment and enjoy whatever you gave him.

Thomas Hewitt

Luda Mae is sure to remind the two of you as the days draw closer, since there’s actually a couple in the house to celebrate it for.

Normally she’d glance at the calendar and sigh as she marked the day off, shaking her head in disappointment that none of her boys found someone yet… Then you came along, and she’s probably happier about the holiday then you and Tommy are!

She even gets the neighbors to come over and celebrate, they throw the most glorious tea party! Luda and the tea lady do most of the baking while Henrietta prepares the tea, chatting on about the leaves she’s using and how lovely a couple you and Tommy are… Of course Charlie is none too pleased, but when is he ever?

Away from it all, Tommy presents you with a thoughtful gift he’s been working on for a while. In his basement resides a romantic bone sculpture of two figures kissing, one resembling him and the other resembling you. It’s made out of bones both big and small, and isn’t entirely complete yet.

It’s no Sinclair masterpiece but you’d be remiss to not appreciate his craftsmanship, he must have spent ages scavenging and collecting all of the pieces for that.

He pretends like he isn’t expecting anything from you, but a little part of him hopes you made something for him. Even if it’s something small he’d love it, keeping it in his room at all times so that he can look at it when he needs to calm down.

Bubba Sawyer

Sadly the fanfare in the Hewitt household is virtually nonexistent with this particular iteration of the slaughter family.

You and Bubs hardly get the chance to kiss without Drayton waving his broomstick around like a madman, warding him away from you and telling y’all to get back to work.

But when you two finally get some alone time, he gives you the gift he’s been hiding for a while now.

It’s a mask of your very own, cut from a victim who resembles you slightly. The flesh has been preserved and covered in makeup to give the illusion that the skin is still lively, despite the grim looking backside.

Bubba is the kind of guy that you could give a pebble for Valentine’s so long as you went through a great deal of convincing him it was special, and he’d love it.

You end the night with a slow dance, Nubbins and Chop Top hopping around like crickets despite the slow pace of the love song on the radio. They’re just happy that their brother is happy, even though they tease you two lovebirds all the time.

Freddy Krueger

DO NOT FALL ASLEEP OR TAKE A NAP UNTIL NIGHT TIME. YOUR DREAM WILL BE WET.

Unless you want to wake up at your job/school moaning and screaming, be sure to catch your Z’s.

He’ll visit you the night before, claiming to have something special planned for you tomorrow. He’ll likely tease you all night long and then wake you up early before you can cum. You wake up unsatisfied, and will have to finish the job yourself for the time being.

All bets are off when you get home and finally rest.

When you wake up in your dream, the world around you is colored as though you’re looking through rose-tinted shades. The man of your dreams honks his horn outside of your house, and you get in the car. You do everything you’ve ever wanted to do with a partner, but such a pleasant dream can only last so long with Freddy.

By the time you and the handsome stranger are about to enter the bedroom the scenario devolves into the usual Krueger-brand madness that you’ve become accustomed to. You wait patiently for him to stop trying to scare you and start trying to fuck you, which he eventually does when he sees you’re no longer amused by the walls melting into roaches and the floors being made of squishy organs.

You go at it in a ridiculously tacky bedroom, a California king sized bed with red and green striped covers and a steel spiked bed frame is what he throws you onto before pouncing.

His loony ass literally jumps out of his clothes like a cartoon character, all while you’re cutely splayed out on the covers wearing some garish lingerie of his choice. The sex makes it worth it though, and by the time you wake up you’re covered in new scratches and bruises thanks to him.

Billy Loomis

Of course this greasy boy takes part in the holiday, it’s a one way ticket to getting laid after all.

He pulls out all the stops, slicks his hair back and wears a nice outfit, brings you a generously large teddy bear that has a hard time fitting in your locker, and of course he doesn’t forget the chocolates.

If you don’t really like the showy stuff then don’t worry, he wrote you a creepy lovely poem for the occasion. He makes a bunch of horror movie references in it, and asks you to be his final girl/boy/enby at the end of it.

He lays it on thick with the romance today, wants you to feel nice and loved before he tries to break your bed frame again.

If you have the time after school, he’ll invite you out on a double date with Stu. He pays for the meal and all that, and is notably less irritable than usual.

Pray that one of your parents is on vacation right now, because if he doesn’t at least get a quickie before the day is out he’s gonna be a horn dog for the rest of the week and you are not going into the school bathroom again.

Stu Macher

He makes a whole show of acting shy around you, batting his eyes and giggling like a maniac every time you look his way.

When he finally works up the courage to ask you out he does it as annoyingly as possible, hands behind his back while he sways side to side… “Will you be my Valentine?” He asks as he flutters his blonde lashes, extending one of those holographic puppy cards to you alongside a handful of your favorite candy. You’d be a fool to say no.

He jumps for joy and glomps you, but he’s so lanky that he can barely topple Sidney over.

Most of the fun happens after school, he wants to do just about everything with you and snag a bunch of couple’s discounts wherever he can.

You end the day with a double date, you and Stu go with Billy and Sidney to a nice restaurant after a day of running around a boardwalk and going on all the rides.

He’s not as desperate for sex as Billy is, but if you happen to drag him away or ask to spend the night he’ll be grinning like an idiot whilst giving the rest of the group a big thumbs up.

Bo Sinclair

He is oblivious to the day’s arrival, since in the years before he met you it was all but remembered.

He wakes up next to you and he is happy. He kisses you while you sleep, chuckling at the way you stir before getting out of bed and into his work clothes. He marks off a day on his calendar and… What does that tiny text say..?

Suddenly he’s hopping in his truck and going out of town in the early hours of the morning, scouring the nearby shops for something nice.

He comes back home as though nothing happened, but he does happen to hide the gifts in his closet.

When he sees you next he acts oblivious, like he doesn’t know what day it is (even though he didn’t this morning). He toys with you even if you got him a gift, apologizing for not remembering and promising to do better next time until bam! At 8pm he pops open a glass of champagne and asks if you really fell for it.

He brings back some real expensive sweets, flowers, and some undergarments he’d like to see you in, typical Bo always thinking of himself in some way.

He’d love to see you in it tonight, and he plans to sweet talk you if you’re still mad at him for playing dumb earlier.

Vincent Sinclair

I think out of everyone he’d be the most grandiose gifter. He is quite talented in the arts department, and he probably makes you so many little gifts already that he’d feel the need to really make you something swell.

Inspiration strikes when he sees you playing around with the little statues he made you, and so he gets to work on his most important project yet… A dollhouse.

Making wax sculptures out of humans is no easy task, but making a miniature recreation of a house, furniture, and people isn’t either.

It just appears in your room out of the blue, all of the furniture neatly organized and little figures of you alongside any friends you may have had scattered across the mansion doing various tasks. Him and his brothers are there too, with Lester washing his hands in the sink, Vincent himself in the basement toiling away, and Bo sitting on his La-Z-Boy reading the papers.

You wait patiently for him to finish his work in the basement before you overwhelm him with your affection, the sturdy wax of his mask melting more and more with each kiss.

He doesn’t feel like he deserves anything in return, but he might just cry if you try and make anything out of wax for him.

Lester Sinclair

He hears about it on the radio while he’s driving his truck, scouring the road for any fresh meat.

The disc jockey smoothly announces the day’s date and informs listeners that the station will be playing love songs the entire day, imploring the audience to send their requests in.

He thinks about what he ought to do for you. Bo would surely scold him for going out of town unannounced and using his money for frivolities like chocolates and teddy bears, so he decides he should hand-make something for you.

With some difficulty, he manages to fashion a heart shaped backpack out of animal skin for you. Vincent had to lend a hand for a lot of the measuring process and zipper installation, but it was pretty obvious who gathered all the… Ingredients.

Really, all he wants is some recognition and affection. He’s not often recognized for his talents as the youngest brother, and a valentine who gives him the praise he deserves is all he could really ask for.

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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months

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hi love i’m back so you can ignore this one bc it’s my second

buuut

“Stop speaking.” *turns* “They’re not allowed to speak.”

Robin was ruining everything.

He loved her, god did he love her, but she was seriously about to cause a major problem.

“You know how a dude is like ‘yeah this dude is so cool I’d kiss him!’? Like that’s normal! That’s what I meant when I said Steve would kiss you. He’s-“

“Robin, stop speaking.” Steve turned back to Eddie, who was staring at him wide-eyed. “She’s not allowed to speak.”

“Uh. Okay.”

“But-“

“I said no speaking.”

Robin sighed and walked away from the counter.

Thank God for that.

Steve leaned on the counter, setting his head against his arms and closing his eyes.

A hand brushed through his hair gently, just enough to send a shiver down his spine.

“Stevie? You alright?”

“Yeah. Just wish Robin knew how to keep her mouth shut.”

Eddie snorted and kept playing with his hair.

It was nice.

Really nice.

“It’s not so bad. Unless you don’t actually wanna kiss me, which in that case, is kind of a bummer.”

Steve’s head shot up.

“What do you mean?”

“Do you wanna kiss me?”

“Uh.”

“Because I wanna kiss you.”

“You do?”

Eddie tugged on his hair, made him stand up so he could get closer.

He looked around the store, made sure no one was watching, already knew the cameras weren’t facing them.

He kissed Steve better than anything Steve could’ve imagined.

But now he had to thank Robin, and that’s the last thing he wanted to do.

“A thank you would be good,” she said as she passed by them.

Steve stuck his middle finger up at her, smirking into the kiss when she laughed.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #headcanon #drabble

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poetsofmyheart · 10 months

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my tears ricochet

chapter one. masterlist.

PAIRING: tasm!peter parker x fem!reader

WARNINGS: death, vomiting

WORD COUNT: 2,458

NOTES: i have so many ideas for this series i’m so excited. buuut idk how i feel about this chapter. hope u still enjoy tho lol

“all these people think love’s for show, but i would die for you in secret.” - peace, taylor swift

now

it’s still cold in new york this time of year. when i cross the street, i listen to the sounds the bustling city makes. the sound of horns honking and bell chimes reach my ears. during my walk to the cemetery, my fingers begin to feel numb. my mouth creating little clouds of white with every breath i take.

i’m carrying a bouquet of flowers i purchased from the sweet woman who owns the flower shop across from my apartment complex. i hold onto the bouquet tightly. my hands shake from the cold as i readjust the scarf on my neck.

as i walk, i see a flash of red and blue fly by in my peripheral. it’s been a long time since i’ve learned to ignore those flashes.

when i finally reach the cemetery, i look for gwen’s grave and sit on the grass across from her tombstone. i place the flowers by her neatly.

her full name is etched on the tombstone beautifully, along with the words “loving daughter” and her birth and death year underneath it.

the sight make my stomach clench.

“hey, gwen.” i shiver. “i hope you’re doing okay wherever you are.” no matter how many times i visit, i’m always unsure how to start talking.

i’ve been visiting gwen every saturday since her funeral. luckily, i’m alone today. it’s not uncommon for someone to already be here visiting.

“i’m doing okay. i’ve been better.” i reach for a flower petal on the bouquet i picked out for her. it’s a bouquet of daisies. the colors ranging from white, pink, and yellow.

i play with the petal until it’s rips in between my fingers. the shreds falling on to the grass in front of me.

“i’ve been learning the piano piece you begged me to learn for you. i was thinking about playing it for my audition next month.” i continue.

piano is one of my favorite things in the world. it’s my only source of escape. it’s an escape i’ve been busying myself with especially after gwen’s passing.

after graduation last year, i had planned on going to nyu to study music and piano. when gwen died, i had put everything on halt. i decided not to go to nyu after all. i had even passed up on an audition for my dream school, julliard.

before gwen passed, she had begged me to learn a song for her. a song she had been specifically obsessed with. the song was fantasie by chopin. she used to say the song was eccentric, yet calming.

i doubted my piano abilities at the time and had pushed the piece aside until i knew i was really ready. if only i had listened to gwen, maybe she would’ve gotten to hear it herself.

after a few weeks of grieving and being in a terrible slump, having no motivation to play at all, i decided it was time.

i picked up the notes i had discarded in my closet and put them up on my sheet stand and i let my fingers move delicately on their own.

it was hard at first, having not played for weeks. but i eventually got going. my fingers moved deliciously over and against the keys. i got lost in the music. the soft sound of the piano muting the world around me.

it was the best distraction.

this past summer, i was sent a letter from julliard. i had managed to get an audition when i graduated high school. they heard about what happened and decided to give me another audition thats set to take place next month.

“i wish you were here to hear it. i know how much you wanted to hear me play it.” my eyes begin to water. i hug my coat and scarf tighter to myself.

“julliard is giving me another chance and i’m going to play in honor of you.” a few tears fall down my cheeks.

i’m ripping another petal from the bouquet when i hear a voice come from behind me.

“y/n?”

i could recognize that voice anywhere. the voice of a stranger who had once been a friend.

i feel embarrassment arise in my chest. my cheeks blossoming into a shade of crimson, having been caught talking to a slab of stone.

i wipe the tears from my eyes and slowly turn around. my eyes meet the pair of soft, brown ones that belong to peter parker.

“peter?” my voice comes out almost like a whisper. if it weren’t for his heightened senses, he might’ve just barely missed it.

i haven’t seen peter since the night he came to my apartment to tell me the news about gwen.

that was over two years ago.

there never really was a reason as to why we never spoke again. maybe it’s because we really only ever hung out because of gwen, or when he needed to be patched up after a patrol.

not saying he wasn’t my friend. of course he was. but he’d only stick around because of gwen.

it stung.

after gwen’s death, the news about spider-man disappearing had come out. nobody had seen their neighborhood friendly spider-man for weeks. the crime rate in new york had gone up significantly and still, there was no sign of spider-man.

until once he did come back, he had become more violent. the spider-man we once knew had changed.

before the incident at the tower, spider-man wasn’t very known for having killed many people. not until after.

instead of leaving thieves webbed up to the wall like he used to, he would kill them. beat them to death with his bare hands. police no longer found webbed up bad guys. instead, they found dead bodies. no more leaving cute little notes or webbing up mouths shut. that was over.

eventually, spider-man had become the city’s number one enemy. the people of new york no longer felt safe around the masked vigilante. they now felt terror.

i couldn’t blame peter for using spider-man as an outlet. but it also hurt me to see him hurting. not just himself, but also others.

even after everything, i still didn’t have the courage to reach out to him.

because once upon a time, i was in love with peter parker.

i met peter in my sophomore year of high school. i’d see him skateboard from class to class. he’d photograph students for the school yearbook and he was a science nerd. a smart one at that.

so naturally, i had a crush on him. an innocent one at the time. it’s was a normal school girl crush.

i’d see him around but we never really spoke or even exchanged a glance towards each other.

not until gwen.

that same year, gwen met peter.

it was obvious peter was into her. and gwen was into him.

eventually, the three of us started hanging out together. gwen and peter got together and i had officially introduced myself to peter. he was sweet and caring and everything you’d ever want in a guy.

gwen was lucky.

but the more i got to know peter, the more i fell for him.

the first time i patched peter up and he had come to my place instead of gwen’s, i fully believed something happened between the two. maybe she was mad at him, or they’d broken up.

i hated that i had felt some sort of relief at the time.

the guilt gutted me from the inside out. i felt like i was betraying my best friend, stabbing her in the back.

i wanted gwen to be happy, and if peter made her happy, i had to accept he would never be mine. that he’d always be hers. and she’d always be his.

for for the rest of high school, i had to pretend to be happy around them. push my feelings aside so the feelings of others wouldn’t get hurt. i got hurt to make sure gwen was happy.

and in the end, she still ended up getting hurt.

after the night of gwen’s death. the night peter came to me over anyone else, the feelings i tried so hard to push aside came fluttering back. almost like they had never went away.

because they didn’t.

right now, as i look at peter, i can’t help but remember gwen.

see gwen.

he’s all i have left of her.

i can’t ruin it.

i stand up and dust off the dirt on my jeans. i look up at peter, who’s looking at me intently. while he stands there, i scan his outfit for a brief second. he looks the same. the same brown eyes and messy hair. his hair has grown a lot since graduation. he’s wearing a navy blue jacket and a pair of converse. typical peter parker stuff.

“wow.” he says, huffing out a soft laugh. “it’s been a while.”

“yeah.”

peter kicks a few small rocks on the ground, debris flying up. the rocks fall back on to the ground with a thud.

i’ve been trying to avoid this interaction for as long as i can remember. since the second he left my apartment that night.

i don’t know what to say, and neither does he.

“i was swinging by when i saw you walk in here. i thought i’d be nice to talk to you.”

nice?

yeah, right.

“look, peter.” i sigh. “i think it’s better if we don’t… y’know. do this.”

peter frowns. “do what?“

i gesture between us. “this. whatever this is. you don’t have to pretend to want to be my friend. gwen is gone. she won’t torment you if you don’t.” i begin to walk away, but a strong arm keeps me still.

“i’m not pretending.”

it’s quiet for a few moments before a look of realization washes over his face.

“you blame me, don’t you?”

i look down at my shoes.

of course i don’t blame peter.

i’ve never blamed peter for gwen’s death. although, if i’m being completely honest, i was angry at him for a while.

i know it wasn’t his fault. he wanted to save her. he tried to save her.

but that was back then. i was grieving. grief messes you up in ways nobody can describe.

but the only way to keep the feelings i have for him at bay, i have to act like i do.

pretend, pretend, pretend.

i’ve been doing it for long enough. i can handle a little while longer.

he shakes his head, a sign that i’ve hurt him.

“you could’ve told me.” i say, keeping up the facade. this act where i blame peter for the death of my best friend.

peter looks at me again. the sadness in his expression turning confused, but sour. “told you what?”

“that you were taking her out there. to the tower. i could’ve stopped her.”

his expression now becomes angry. “seriously? you think i took her out there on purpose?”

“then why didn’t you at least tell me she was out there? we both knew gwen. she was the most stubborn person on this fucking earth.”

the past tense seems to hit peter hard. “and what? let you die out there as well? there was no way out. if harry was after her, he would’ve been after you too.”

“harry?”

it’s been two whole years since my best friend died and i have yet to find out who murdered her. it was never revealed to the public. not even me. not even her family.

but it was revealed that the person who murdered gwen had apparently been caught.

apparently.

“harry osborn.”

i shake my head. “who the hell is harry osborn?”

“he was my best friend.”

a terrible realization dawns on me. not only did peter lose his girlfriend, but he also lost his best friend that night.

“your best friend killed gwen?”

i hadn’t expected to find this out today. i hadn’t expected to ever find out who killed gwen.

when peter doesn’t answer, my stomach twists and i begin to feel sick. faster than i can process, i run over to a tree and throw up behind it. my breakfast from this morning spilling all over the ground.

a hand coming from behind me pulls my hair away from my face, holding it in a messy ponytail. once i’m finished, i slump against the tree and hold my stomach. breathing in and out.

“are you okay?” peter asks softly. no matter how angry or upset peter might be at someone, he will always make sure they’re okay. no matter on their darkest days or his, he will always be there. it’s one of the things on my ever growing list of things i love about peter parker.

“i just wanna go home.” i avoid his gaze. “please.” tears well in my eyes, but i shake them away before he could see.

“i’ll walk you.”

the walk home is quiet. crickets chirp in the distance and the honking of car horns has gone down for the night. when we finally get close to my apartment, peter simply says, “he was never caught.”

“what?” i stop dead in my tracks and slowly turn to him. the sickness from earlier returns to my body and i use everything in me to hold it in.

“it was never true. they never caught harry. it was only said he was because they didn’t want the city to panic.”

anger floods my body. “why didn’t you tell me?” i huff out a bitter laugh before continuing. “actually, why didn’t you tell me anything? i’m one of the only two people on this planet who knows about your secret identity. well, technically now i’m the only person who knows about your identity.”

my voice is loud in the quiet night, but by the end, it slips into a whisper. “i was her best friend.” i get in his face as i say this. by now, tears are spilling down my cheeks so quickly i hadn’t even rendered i was crying. “don’t you think i have a right to know?”

peter turns away. “i didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“oh great plan, dumbass. i totally don’t seem hurt right now!” i say sarcastically. when my crying slows down, i turn to him and look him straight in the eyes. it almost scares me how close we are.

“were you ever going to tell me?”

peter is silent again.

“great.” i mumble. “goodnight, peter.” i turn on my heel and start walking up to my apartment. not glancing back even for a second.

as i’m walking up to the entrance of my apartment, i hear peter say, “i promise i’ll tell you everything.”

i don’t respond.

instead, i let the door slam shut.

next chapter

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yanderederee · 1 year

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Delinquents are Cute

a/n: was experimenting with a few ideas about reader’s family life and wrote this as a result. Mostly a spinoff of my Baji x Tutor!Reader series…

tw: Baji beats grown men up, attempted forced entry— nothing major

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“Kei! What is this?” His mom yelled from the living room. This was a familiar scene that played out often. Except instead of a lecture, his mother squealed with joy. “These are the best marks I’ve seen from you yet!” She said, tearing up.

Ironic, he thought again. He promised not to make his mom cry again, and now that he was actually doing well, here she goes crying again. Though, the teenager was proud of the achievement. Not only had he passed every subject, he actually reached 80 percent in Two subjects.

“I’m so proud of you Kei!” She laughed, grappling him into a bear hug. “Knock it off!” He complained. She grinned her canines and ruffled her son’s loose locks. “So when are you gonna let me meet that tutor they assigned you?”

The younger Baji grumbled. He tried really hard to keep your existence a secret from his mom, but it was hard when you sent him home with a bag of whatever fruit was in season since he started walking you home in a routine. That, and there was no way he could achieve this academic spike alone.

He continued to ignore and accept how his mom often let it slide. Apparently not today.

“Oh by the way Kei,” His mom grinned. “As congrats for your grades, I thought I’d make your favorite tonight!”

Food was definitely the way to whip him into a good mood, yet when he met his mom’s eyes, he sensed mischief. “Buuut, you have to invite that wonderful tutor over to join! I’ll even get a cake!”

...

So that's how he found himself hovering his thumb over the call button on the phone, his mother’s intense gaze and solid smile never breaking. With a defeated sign, Keisuke accepted to make the call.

“L/n F/n, how can I help you?” You speak into the phone, casually. “Uhh hey it’ss Baji.” He murmured, awkwardness setting in quickly. “Baji? Hey, crazy you called! I was wondering how your midterms went!” You asked enthusiastically, the pleasant chime reaching his mother’s ears.

Ryoko inhaled a sharp gasp, mouthing, “A girl?!”

Ah shit.

Before Baji even had the chance to react, the phone was snatched out of his loose grip. “Baji Ryoko speaking!~ Thank you so very much for your help! Kei scored higher than ever before! I can’t tell you just how grateful I am!”

‘You're being annoying,’ the youngest Baji growled lowly. “O-oh! Good evening Ms Baji! Please, it was a blast teaching Ke– I-I mean Baji!”

He heard the first syllable of his name, sending a jolt through his body. ‘Oh this was going to be fun,’ the devilish women smirked.

“Oh please! He’s a handful, but you really helped us so much! Please, join us for dinner tonight, if it’s not too late!”

Baji opted to plopping himself on the couch with a groan, losing control of the situation completely, not having the fight to oppose his hard headed mother.

“Dinner...?” You’d whispered, as though looking far away for a moment. “Um... Are you sure? I don’t have anything on hand, but I’m sure I can whip up–” Ryoko cut the humble talk, “No need, I have it all under control! I’ll send Kei to pick you up now!” She announced with a sharp smile. Never failed to scare the shit out of him.

Fine, what the hell, he sighed.

“What are you doing?” Ryoko questioned when Baji went to pull his hair back, though it was freshly washed and extra voluminous. “Huh? Putting my hair up?” He rolled his eyes, dredging to his room, only to exit with his school glasses and– was that deodorant, or.. Cologne? When the hell did he own that?

“Obviously, I mean what’s with the getup so late at night, you dork? You don’t hang out with Chifuyu in that costume.” She huffed, taking the glasses from him.

Kei wanted to jab how it wasn’t her business, but for some reason he didn’t feel like picking a fight. He shrugged, not sure why it was harder to meet his mom’s eyes.

“We don’t hang out, that's why. She’s a classmate. It’s less intimidating, I dunno. Guess I like not being treated like a delinquent all the time.”

He slurred his words near the end, answering more honestly than he’d have liked.

“W-whatever! I’m off!” He huffed, snatching the glasses back before pushing them to the bridge of his nose. “Wait, Kei!” His mom yelled after.

It was tempting to ignore her, but just in case, he listened. Wouldn’t look, but he was listening. Ryoko smiled that he’d allow her even that much. “You’re a good person Kei, I raised you after all, right? You're not hiding anything anyhow, if she’s stuck with you this long, I can’t imagine you can scare her off that easily.”

. . .

Keisuke considered his mom’s advice while walking down the road he’d usually journey with Chifuyu down to school. Lately he's feigned scene after scene to keep you and Chifuyu from interacting.

Why? Honestly, Kei was asking himself that now.

Why?

Why keep you from meeting his friends?

Why did he continue to walk you home, even when it earned him a damn earful from Draken almost nightly?

Why keep you from seeing his face? So what, if you too spat in his face and started putting distance between you two?

Why did he feel irritated whenever you looked him as close in the eye as you could, smiling or asking something of him?

…

Chifuyu was actually extremely observant. Baji may have thought he was slick, feigning excuses to not go in one specific direction, even if there was no need for them to turn that way. It was Chifuyu’s sharp curiosity that did him in.

One time when this had happened, he noticed you. You were wearing a somewhat sad look, as though you’d just been ignored. But Chifuyu definitely would have known if you had tried getting either of their attention.

Baji had changed their direction before you even had the chance to greet them. It didn't take much more digging and stalking to understand the situation.

Chifuyu and Baji both enjoyed manga, but their genre interests often differed. Yet, Chifuyu forced Baji into reading one full shojo series, a whopping three volume tale.

—-Sweet goody-two shoes love-interest, unknowingly but willingly getting involved with a wolf in a nerdy disguise protag.

The plot was perfect for the hard-headed Captain.

From the male’s point of view, of course. Chifuyu was confident it would help his dear senior come to his senses. So of course, that is why Chifuyu felt the sudden need to rush Baji into reading this one very specific manga genre.

…

If Baji were honest, the story was touching. He found himself cringing a lot at the beginning, but as the dialogue became heavier, he found himself relating to the protagonist, struggling to come to terms with his feelings for the leading love interest.

He couldn’t help thinking about how you would react so cute if he also—

Oh.

Baji thought he’d faint right then and there. He did Not just come to this realization.

Especially not when he just made it to your house.

...

…

However....

The air was heavy. There were some quiet noises moving around, giving off a very unsettling feeling. Where were the sounds....

Baji froze.

Your front door was wide fucking open.

“I-I just told you, my dad’s not here right now, p-pleas—” You voiced out forcefully. “Don’t care, you’re the message anyway, princess.”

“What–” You had replied, quickly being cut off with a sharp shriek, reaction due to one of the three men shadowing your doorstep suddenly gripping his fist in your hair. You were being pulled into the house, your house, the other two hurry to follow the third offender in, carefully covering your screams somehow.

Baji Keisuke was indeed fast.

Fast enough to sprint a thirty foot distance in four seconds time.

Fast enough to dramatically pull the half shut door by its outside door handle.

Fast enough to catch the guy closest to the door by his disgusting oily neck.

Fast enough to use the sack of shit’s head like a fucking hammer against the man who had his hands on you.

Full Face.

Full Throttle.

The three adult men had absolutely no chance against Baji Keisuke, not when he was this far gone to rage. It was clear how the scene would have played out, had he not crossed by this night.

The thought of it alone was fucking nauseating.

…

Dropped to the hard surface of your own home, you felt yourself backing away from the collision of men. Heart racing, you couldn’t hide the shake of your nerves getting the best of you. The stinging in your scalp was still sore, and already felt as though your wrist may have sprained by the force of the push and fall.

You were scared.

But not downright terrified.

Shameful to say, you knew the disgusting men who forced their way into your home. Associates of your father.

He wasn’t exactly an honest working man.

But everybody needs a little help, especially when you have a drinking problem and a public reputation of a happy family to maintain.

. . . Luckily he had a child who he could let his stress out on by berating the stress of maintaining both the facade and habit on...

...You.

You were only thankful whatever he kept himself busy with left you home alone majority of the time. Usually.

It was only a matter of time before loan sharks would finally come to collect...

All of this was unbeknownst to Baji, of course. How could he know? You always avoided the subject of your family and parents, and since he wasn’t really interested in the details anyway, the secret was secure.

Until now, maybe.

All the while, Baji’s mind went wild, thoughts of guilt plaguing his rage further and further until he was sure these guys deserved to die for what the hell they had in mind.

You’d never done anything wrong. The only reason someone would target you, is to get back at someone else.

And being a widely disliked figure, Baji could only assume he was to blame.

—---

Baji Keisuke had finally shown what he really was. A stone cold delinquent, who failed a grade because of being an accomplice of attempted theft, and first degree murder. He knew what he was when he kept inching closer to you.

But goddamnit. He really thought he could hide it, longer than four months, at least. His glasses lay smashed against the front porch, hair tie getting ripped out by one of the scum, who all lay appropriately below his shoes.

It was silent. Baji couldn’t find the confidence to turn your direction. You’d seen him at his most terrifying. There wasn’t a soul alive who didn’t fear his blood hunts.

Yet, he took how you didn’t immediately run away in fear as a good sign, right?

“Baji?” Your voice called out softly.

“…Yeah,” He replied just as softly, still unable to turn your direction.

Slowly, he noticed your figure close in on him. Is this what a scared animal feels like when they feel cornered? The intense instinctual urge to run from what looms over it? Ironic, being that he was half a foot taller than you.

But he didn’t run. His feet glued to the pavement, he needed to accept what happened next. Even if that meant he’d have to go back to self study.

Taken out of his negative thoughts, your hands caged his bloody right hand tightly. Baji felt his breath catch in his throat, jerking instinctually. He glanced your way.

You didn’t seem interested in his feral locks, or searching his face.

Instead, you held his hand tenderly, an unreadable look looming over your features.

He really didn’t want to be the one to speak up first, but it really would be a good idea to get rid of these low life’s still darkening your doorstep.

Noticing his unease, you pull him gently. He followed, but only because the alternative would be his own way of rejecting you.

And he just... Couldn’t.

How could he push you away, when even now, presented in blood and fang, you still touched him as gently as you would when pointing out an academic hiccup.

Damn shojo manga, he’d have been better off oblivious.

Yet even when you washed, disinfected, and wrapped his knuckles, you didn’t look up at him.

Were you scared of looking at him? He couldn’t blame you, but he had to admit it did hurt a little bit.

What would have happened to you, had he not come around that corner? Had he not invited you over for dinner in the first place? Fuck, he was probably the reason why you were targeted. Baji Keisuke was a delinquent with a big reputation and rivals who sought to destroy it.

He’s the one who’d put you in danger, he had convinced himself of that as fact.

You fluttered your gaze back to Baji, a little laugh leaving your throat. “I was right, you do look more mature without glasses.”

Were you Seriousy teasing him now, while in the middle of this Serious Crisis. Honestly, Baji had no idea how to properly respond. His normal ‘what would mom do’ trick couldn’t work this time. The silence was eating at both of you, but he just couldn’t muster a response.

... ~~~~~~~!!

Finally deciding you’d had enough, you finally willed your head up, eyes slowly trailing up before landing on his face for the second time.

When Baji came running in your defense, the fire behind his eyes gave you a warmth you’d never felt before. To be protected?

The first time you looked upon his face, framed by his thick locks, the only way you could describe how you felt when met with his feral expression...

Only after you two locked eyes had either of you notice the sneaking glance of the other.

Your reaction was to take in his mildly nervous form, and how he feigned a look of indifference.

Baji’s reaction was to hold his breath and listen as his heart pulses in his ears. Did you make him nervous?

“Baji.. Back there...” You spoke first, earning another sharp intake breath in reply.

His nerves couldn’t deal with this.

“Y-you.... You looked...” You mumbled, turning to avoid his hopeful eyes. “R-really cool.... You looked really cool, back there...”

Baji Keisuke had to be going deaf. Hard of hearing, Auditorically Dyslexic? There was no other way to explain what he just heard come from you.

From you.

Cool?

You? Thought he looked cool? When beating up random strangers?

Most would describe his behavior as brash, monstrous, merciless, unapproachable.

Yet here you sat, face red and looking identical to a shoujo protagonist red in the face after a confessio—

Oh god, he was short circuiting.

#Tokyo revengers #Tokyo rev #tokyo rev x y/n #x reader #keisuke baji #tokyorev baji #baji x reader #Baji #soft yandere #gokurakugai #tokyo revengers x reader #baji keisuke

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doll3tt33 · 3 months

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Some requests I’m gonna catch up with! + Rules

Sorry for not replying to some of your guys’ asks lately! I get distracted very very easily, so pls don’t think I’m ignoring you!! 💗

Anyways, I’ve posted for Tate and Kai recently, so I’m gonna do some requests for the other evans! Here’s what I have so far:

• {{user}} is Kit’s therapist at the asylum. He’s desperate for you to believe his story about the aliens and that he isn’t bloodyface.

• frat!Kyle or frankenkyle being upset with {{user}} for using a word/doing an action that unintentionally triggered him, and you have to fix things.

((This will probably include dark themes but I’ll try to be as respectful as possible when making this!

• Stan Bowes bot based on the song ‘Off to the Races’ by Lana Del Rey

• Luke Cooper goes to get coffee for his coworkers, but he comes back with the wrong order for everyone, except {{user}}

I’ll try my best to complete all these requests here (and work on the plethora of other Tate and Kai requests I have after), but sorry in advance if I take too long! Just in case.. I already have a new Colin bot prepared, buuut I’m not sure if anyone would be into it 😅

Oh and two more things!!- I appreciate your support guys and I know none of you had any bad intentions when requesting! 🥺 Just wanted to say it’s best if you don’t send bot requests based on other people’s fanfics! Thank you!

Lastly, I won’t be uploading my bots onto other sites besides c.ai for now. Maybe one day I’ll upload them onto sakura.fm? I like to use it for nsfw stuff, but their LLM still kinda sucks :p

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teyamsatan · 11 months

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hi! i was wondering if you wrote any of mosnter in me chapter 4 and if you could give us a snippet? obviously it's fine if you haven't and take your time boo we all are waiting patiently 😘

hi lovely x

i wrote something very small, but i don't even know if it's going to be in the next chapter lol hahahaha

buuut, i can share if you want to? x

“Why did you think I brought her to your tent, yawne? Do you think I’m that much of an idiot to not realise the second I did something to you, you’d want to do it right back? You’re so predictable, it’s kinda endearing. I wanted you to find me. I wanted to see what would you do, what you are capable of. I wanted to see you fight for me.”

You scoffed irately, trying to ignore the booming of your heartbeat in your ears at his confession of an incident that gnawed at your mind since it happened. You didn't know if the truth made you feel better or worse.

“I didn’t fight for you, Neteyam. I did it so you’d suffer.”

His smirk was deepening with your every word, unlike the glimmer in his eyes, that was bright and soft, that spoke to something in him that didn't quite fit the Neteyam you've come to know for such a long time.

“You did it so you wouldn’t have to share. As did I.”

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floral-hex · 8 months

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I’m so over emotional right now. read that Jimmy Buffett died surrounded by his friends and family and started crying. not that he died. that everyone he loved, that loved him, was there with him in his final moments. and his dogs! his dogs were there, too! something about it is so beautiful and nice and fuck, I am bummed he died, but that he went out surrounded by his loved ones makes it seem okay. I’m glad he got that in the end. That knowing you’re loved and you’ll be remembered. I think that’s all we can really hope for in the end.

#hi I am in emotional crisis #I can’t say I was a HUGE Buffett fan buuut…#I do have at least one of his books (ironically?) and who can’t get down on some of his music?#but also my dad is a big Jimmy Buffett fan and so it feels like a part of his has died now #I love my dad but in a distant diety way. the kind you prayed to as a child but now you only really know in memory #I never talk to him but I love him and whenever one of the few things I know he enjoys dies it’s like I lose another little connection #he loved Anthony Bourdain. He loved Jimmy Buffett. god please someone watch over Chris Isaak for me!#I’m a mess #my emotions are everywhere tonight.#I was angry and disconnected for hours and now I’m just sad and lonely and anything could make me cry #I need a hug #I don’t want pity but I do want love #blegh #anyway… my brain is slowly coming back online. I can read a bit better now.#just needed to take meds and eat and whatnot #going to take a shower and I went and got some snacks to treat myself #but whatever. I love you stranger #or I don’t but pretend I do. I’ll pretend too. I want you to feel good.#you can ignore this #hug your pets please #hug me too if your arms can reach #text

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avatarl0v3r · 10 months

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Pink + White | part three

warnings/notes: strong language, italics with "quotes" = your video log of your time studying the fauna and flora of pandora, bold = song lyrics

side notes: each phase will be associated with a song, phase ones song is Pink + White by frank ocean

pink + white master list.

part two. part four

taglist: @itscheybaby @brookesbizzareadvendture @jakesully-sbabygirl @myheartfollower @inlovewithpandora

you were in your human body so you could reach small spaces jake offered to join you in the forest knowing he could protect you better than you could yourself in your human form even though you didnt want to feel babied you still let him go.

"so where are we going" you didnt look back as you responded your curly hair getting caught on a vine "fucking hell, youll see" you say as you got your hair off the vine.

jake watched you carefully to make sure you didnt get hurt at all..not that he would admit that’s why.

“there it is” your voice full of excitement as you rushed towards a plant

you bent down to get as close to the root as you could, you became hyper focused and jake knew this as you didn’t respond to him, so he took the time to examine you.

how your the sun of pandora or reflect on your brown skin making it appear almost golden to the touch, how it would reflect off your eyes making them appear golden, your coils having a reddish blond tint to it ever few strands, how your face would just glow with excitement of finding a new plant.

In the wake of a hurricane

Dark skin of a summer shade

Nosedive in the flood lines

Tall tower of milk crates

It's the same way you showed me

Cannonball off the porch side

Older kids trying off the roof.

jake didn’t realize he was staring because when he looked at you or snapped out of his day dream you were already standing waiting patiently for him “ready?” it took him a moment to register the one word “hm, oh yea let’s go.”

—

once arriving back at high camp you went straight to the lab jake watching you run off with a excited grin on your face and a quick goodbye.

“what have a gotten myself into” he said smiling and shaking his head before walking to where he keeps his guns to clean.

—

once in the lab you started running your samples norm came in asking what you had found and you told him “well the navi alreayd know what to do with it and we also know-“ “aaand as you know us humans can run more test and figure much more out, and see if there’s more useful ways to use it you know?” norm smiled “it’s always been the l/n’s you guys always know what to do” you smiled.

“well thank you, now scat i’m invested” norm laughed before he took his leave.

—

a week later you were finding out more things about the plant, ignoring your training sessions with jake every other day or two.

the kids still visited you since you always made time for them “daddy’s been bored without you” you laughed “what do you mean?” kiri laughs “he’s been grumpier than normal, always finding something to do and tells us to go play, buuut we always come here instead.”

you laughed turning around “you guys love to tease your father huh?” they all nodded tuk sat on the ground playing with toys but nodding along with her siblings.

“i’ll just have to come visit huh” they all nodded loak spoke first “yes. you can cook i don’t know what it’s called but it’s meat and it’s like- it’s like-“ “chicken?” neteyam said helping his brother “yes! that stuff dad can’t cook it’s terrible, but when you cook it’s amazing please please please come over and have dinner with us.”

you bursted out laughing at the small boy “i will if it’ll make all of you happy” they all got excited.

“tonight?” you smiled “yes tonight” you said smiling.

Just the same way you showed me (You showed)

If you could die and come back to life

Up for air from the swimming pool

You'd kneel down to the dry land

Kiss the Earth that birthed you

Gave you tools just to stay alive

And make it out when the sun is ruined

#avatar way of water #avatar #avatar x reader #jake sully #pandora #lo’ak #neteyam #jake sully x reader #avatar 2009 #kiri sully #atwow tuk #atwow jake #atwow loak #atwow neteyam #atwow x reader #atwow x you #avatar fanfiction #avatar jake #avatar james cameron

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delopsia · 9 months

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are we allowed to send in whore-flavored prompts? 👀 if not please ignore thiiis ✨💐💃🏽💐✨

what exactly drew these three to one another physically? especially reader, since rhett and robby look alike buuut at the same time they don’t? lmao do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others learn or find out about? are they surprised or endeared? do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get? are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex? what about favorite positions? do rhett or robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming for either reader or each other? does robby have a thing about watching reader

lay rhett all the way down? does robby ever get laid down? would reader ever admit who gives better head? omg would rhett or robby admit who gives better head? do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

and we know rhett’s sensitive, thick as all get-out, and drips like a honeycomb in july, while robby’s a “show-er” who needs a little bit to get goin’... i just lost my train of thought... 😭

are they ever into quickies / just hands and mouths or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds? do they ever have sex two at a time or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present? was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio? *whispers* even though rhett lived with his family in a ranch house that you could probably definitely hear every-fucking-thing in... who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? or even initiate sex even as a whole? do they ever role play? who’s the biggest tease out of them all? i would have said rhett before, but as the story and lore goes on, i really feel like all three have their moments—but you tell me as the mastermind behind it all🌷 i’m gonna be honest i’m low-key running out of ways to ask for sexy-slutty-whoretown, usa headcanons for these three... so, if you feel so inclined, just throw everything you’ve got at the fictional wall (i know it’ll stick) 💖

If I ever turn down whore-flavored prompts, then something is seriously wrong 💃these are all so much fun, omg. I answered this in a more...interview (?) style because I have a lot of thoughts, and it will get chaotic very fast if I don't split them up.

The way in which I've added these asks to my masterlist, so that I can use them as a reference when I write this trio...💃💃🏻💃🏼💃🏽💃🏾💃🏿

What drew them to one another physically?

Rhett's general scruffy appearance really truly drew both Reader and Robby in. Scars, calloused hands, unshaven jaw, unkempt hair, and yet somehow so damn clean? Like his hair is always a mess, but you'll never catch him with it greasy. Cleans under his nails and never lets his facial hair get too wild; Cecilia may not be an award-winning mom, but she raised her boys with standards.

Bobby, on the other hand, drew the reader in with his big, clumsy, gentle-giant aura and a sweet, endearing smile that was handcrafted by the angels above. He'll trip over his own feet when the Reader smiles at him and apologize to the snail he nearly landed on.

Rhett was simply drawn in by Bob's voice. He's heard a lot of voices, but there's something so soothing about how Bob's tone and how he slips in and out of a Southern accent when he's stressed or tired.

Both Rhett and Bobby were immediately attracted to the Reader's eyes. It's hard for either of them to describe, but Bobby often says the Reader hides entire galaxies within their eyes. But aside from that, Rhett loves their hands. How soft they are, and how perfectly they fit in his. Bobby's more in love with their nose; something about the shape of it has him wanting to press little kisses to it.

Do the trio have any particular turn-ons of their own that the others find out about? Are they surprised or endeared? Do they exploit these turn-ons any chance they get?

They learn pretty quickly that Rhett loves being called cowboy, sweet/good boy. Reader and Robby have to be careful with using the term because he's not above jumping their bones in public...they learned the hard way.

Bobby is so into having things whispered into his ear. Reader can be whispering the entire F18 manual into his ear, and he'll be getting hot and bothered. Because it's their voice and little breaths are tickling his ear and all the way down his spine...and maybe that's why they're always whispering something to him...

For the reader, something about Rhett and/or Robby touching their knee really just...does it for them. Bob is shameless about exploiting that, too, because it's such an innocent thing that nobody realizes what he's on about.

Are they particularly skilled at any one thing that blows the others’ minds when they first start having sex?

Bobby is so good at being dominant in bed? He's known exactly how hard he can push them from the start, and it's such a shocking change coming from him. And who would have ever thought that Rhett could deep throat without breaking a damn sweat...and who could have anticipated that the reader was serious about pegging both of them...

What about favorite positions? Do Rhett or Robby have a smidgen of preference for topping or bottoming?

When giving, Bobby loves having legs around him in some way or fashion. Squeezing around his hips, over his shoulders, he loves feeling them start to quiver and react to what he's doing. Receiving, though, he's more of a missionary person; it's intimate and lets him be as clingy as he wants to be. He's got a preference for topping, for the most part.

Rhett's very fond of bending someone over something (Ex. the kitchen table, the couch, the hood of his truck, the damn staircase). He's also very fond of it receiving-wise. But his favorite receiving position is the simple face down, ass up, with a hand between his shoulder blades, pinning him down. Something that really puts him at their mercy. Rhett's truly 50/50 preference-wise, but a lot of days, he's stressed from work and would really love it if someone took control and fucked the stress out of him... *cough* where was I?

The Reader is more of a riding kind of fella. There is nothing more lovely than watching those two fall apart, and both Rhett and Robby are absolutely strong enough to meet the Reader in the middle if their thighs start hurting. I shall leave it up to the reader if they prefer topping or bottoming...

Does Robby have a thing about watching the reader lay Rhett all the way down? Does Robby ever get laid down?

Robby absolutely has a thing for watching Rhett getting laid down 😩 there's just something about watching that cowboy get taken apart just GETS HIM. Whether it be him fucking Rhett into the mattress or laying back and watching the Reader bend Rhett over, he loves it.

But Robby's a little...hesitant? To get laid down by one of them? Not because he doesn't like it, he loves it, but it's so intimate that he gets a little stuck(?) in this soft, clingy headspace that can take him a good day or two to come out of. So it usually only happens when they've got a couple of days with no work or plans made.

Would they ever admit who gives better head?

They're all more or less better suited to certain styles and pacings. Rhett's the perfect pick if you want to go for multiple, very quick rounds because his mouth. Does. Not. Get. Tired. Deep throating? He's your guy.

Bobby's the slower pace. He'll work you up bit by bit, really makes you anticipate it. Who would have thought Bob was good at tongue-fucking...

The Reader is more dynamic. Rhett and Bobby are sort of stuck in their patterns, but the reader fits the mood so damn well. Rushing off for a quickie? A lazy morning with nowhere to be? They adapt to every situation.

But there is a (loving) inside joke that Bobby's terrible at sucking dick because the first time he sucked Rhett off, he gagged and nearly bit him...oops 💃

Do they have fantasies that they’re too shy to share with one another?

Bob had a dream once that he fucked Rhett up against a wall while he (Rhett) was wearing nothing but a short red skirt, and he...has been thinking about that for a long damn time. Reader has had this fantasy card game hidden under the bed for months and isn't sure how to bring it up.

Meanwhile, Rhett can hardly keep his mouth shut when he comes up with a new fantasy.

Are they into quickies / just hands and mouths, or do they prefer long sessions that last multiple rounds?

Quickies are usually the norm around this house. With three of them, there's almost always something going on, so there's a general love for the longer sessions since they tend to be few and far between.

Poor Bobby gets so stressed during quickies because he keeps looking at the clock to make sure they aren't late getting back to where they need to be.

Do they ever have sex two at a time, or do they prefer to have or “need” all three present?

Sex two at a time is pretty common, especially considering Robby can be gone for weeks at a time. It's certainly more fun with all three present, but sometimes someone is just too tired, or they're stuck off at work. Robby being off to war on a deployment can sometimes be fun in the bedroom because Rhett and Reader love to plan entire welcome home nights for Bobby with new and different things.

"Are we sure this strap isn't too big?"

"Well, try and fuck me with it, and we'll find out."

Bobby has yet to find out about the time a weary attempt at wax play led to the sheets being burnt...and that secret will be taken to the grave.

Was video chat sex ever a thing that they tried when they first realized they were attracted to / wanted to be physically intimate as a trio?

Video chat sex was definitely something that was tried, but it could be a little chaotic with schedules and general life stuff. Rhett was very well known for sneaking off into his truck and parking down in the pasture, where nobody would find him. He's just as traumatized from Cecelia walking in without knocking, as she is.

Bobby had to get very crafty with it when he was on deployments, and a lot of the time, he couldn't talk without risking being overheard. So he was stuck listening to Rhett and Reader whispering dirty things to him and couldn't say a damn thing in return. And boy, did they take advantage of that.

Who’s most likely to drop something saucy in the group chat? Or even initiate sex even as a whole?

Rhett. Always Rhett. The man isn't good with tech, but he's a damn menace behind a screen. Rhett once sent an innocent photo from where he was sitting in his truck, and Bob jokingly asked if he was hard or if it was just his jeans sitting strangely. And when Rhett straight up said he was hard, Bob, not thinking, went right to the ol, "prove it." text.

And that's the story of the time Bobby got a surprise video of Rhett's dick while he was sitting at a Wendy's with the rest of the Dagger squad.

"You could have warned me!"

"YOU ASKED!"

They're all equally likely to initiate sex/sexting over the phone, but they have different styles. The reader is subtle, usually using photos or compliments to get the ball rolling. Bobby tends to send offhanded thoughts, like, "All I can think about right now is how you looked in those shorts the other day," and Rhett's just...bad jokes.

Rhett: How is life like a penis? Bob: ...How? Rhett: It sometimes gets hard when you least expect it. Reader: Is this your way of asking for sex again? Rhett: 👍

Do they ever role-play?

They've...tried. A lot.

From cliche doctor roleplays to going out to a bar and pretending to be strangers, they've tried. But someone always winds up laughing and breaking character...usually Robby 😭the poor guy tries so hard to get into it, but the moment things get serious, he's struggling not to crack at the seams, and the other two fall apart right along with him.

Who’s the biggest tease out of them all?

Bobby. You wouldn't think it, but he's figured out all the ins and outs of Rhett and Reader, and he has some damn good willpower. He knows exactly what he's doing, and when he gets called out on it, he bats those big blue eyes and innocently asks what they mean. And nobody can argue? Because he plays it? So well?

Do not let that goody-two-shoes attitude fool you; Bob's a damn menace.

#robert bob floyd #rhett abbott #bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd x reader x rhett abbott #x reader #Bob x Reader x Rhett Headcanons #self insert #rhett abbott headcanons #reader self insert #robert bob floyd headcanons #💐#milesmillergf #delgato's asks

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nrcnewspaperclub · 1 month

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Day 4 of getting banned from every dorm.

So I’ve tackled heartslabyul and pomefiore, which I assumed would be the easiest. And also Ignihyde of course, then again I was never officially banned but I have been staying at a friends dorm and no one from Ignihyde has welcomed me back so. Yeah

I wasn’t sure where to head to next, so I decided, yeah Octavinelle should be pretty easy.

So I’d say im fairly close friends with Floyd, I’d consider him one of my best friends at the school. So I decided to text him about my endeavors and see if he’d be willing to help me get banned from Octa, and I knew it’d completely depend on his mood. I was either gonna get ratted out to Azul, ignored, or he was gonna comply. And perfectly enough, I received back just what I wanted. After some conspiring we came up with a plan. Well, two plans.

Plan A was to play the long game and get a job at mostro to try and get banned that way, buuut I’m impatient and that has a low success rate. Plan B however was more my style

So I rolled over to mostro this morning and I was sure that Floyd was waiting and Azul was present, and I was correct. I was met with Floyd begrudgingly waiting tables and Azul conversing with some juniors near the bar.

I slid into a table and Floyd immediately beelined to me, and we went over our plan once more. My plan was to guilt trip Azul into giving me free stuff throughout the day, then pull off some crazy stunt to make him regret it.

The guilt tripping is the hard part. I’m not a theatre kid, I’m in basketball, so I can’t take cry or come up w some dramatic sob story. But I am friends with Jamil so, I do have some skill of manipulation from observing him, however Azul is also a master manipulator so he’d see right through me. Thus, why I have a Floyd

We sort out a story and Floyd calls Azul over, and after a minute he comes over with his octo-swagger

So I start my story, TL;DR is that I made up a lie that Ignihyde was short on food becuase Idia was refusing to take responsibility for his own dorm, so I wanted to get a day or so’s worth of food for my friends to help in this trying time, but I was low on cash. Azul was skeptical and kept egging me on for more details, eg. “cook it yourself,” “have ortho get some food,” etc, all of which I had an argument locked and loaded.

Azul still wasn’t believing me, so Floyd pulled out the Floyd puppy eyes.

“Awwww, Azuu!! Orca-chans just trying to help her dorm outtt 🥺🥺 can’t you spare him a couple things???? 🥺🥺”

Then Azul decided he was feeling charitable, and he’d give me discounted things. I was gonna accept this but then Floyd jumped in again, he’s more dedicated to this than I am-

“Didn’t you hear them???? He doesn’t have any money!!!! We have enough food for some freebies, his dorm is starving!!!”

Azul then let out the longest and loudest sigh I have ever heard, I think everyone in the restaurant turned around, before he said smth to affect of “I suppose I’ll find it in me to be charitable” and agreed to give me two free meals so long as Floyd cooked them, and that I eventually pay him back in some way, be it throufh money or labor.

I accepted the food and offered to pay for a coffee cuz I’m a nice bitch but Floyd payed for the coffee for me, so now I owe Floyd money too cuz i wanted some fuckin mud water

Anyway obviously Ignihyde isn’t starving so me and my friend just shared the free meals over lunch.

This isn’t where this ends tho. I came back to mostro for dinner, and this time I’d gotten Jade into it as well.

I didn’t intend to involve Jade, but it so happened to turn out that way cuz Floyd had informed Jade what was happening and he decided he was in on it

I managed to flag down Azul and speak to him for a bit, eventually going back into my story after thanking him an unnecessary amount of times to butter him up for a higher chance of free shit

Then out of nowhere liek some gods descending from heaven the leech twins materialized behind me in a flash of light and started joining me in my manipulating but they’re wayyy better than me so it was more convincing

Azul put his foot down tho, and said he wasn’t allowing me any more free stuff, especially not before I’d payed off the other ones. I pointed out that if I’m in debt now then the meals weren’t free, to which Azul got all offended, then Floyd got offended on my behalf, “Really, how could you do that to her????”

Azul started sputtering and not being able to form words, so I decided I’d “let it go.” Then goes into phase two of me and Floyd’s original plan

I slid into the bar and ordered a mocktail, which Floyd made perfectly, as per the norm. Hwoever, as he was bringint it to me, he ‘tripped’, spilling juice all over Azul’s nice leather barstools and wood countertops.

Azul looked pissed, and was very sternly scolding Floyd, to which he whines, very convincingly, “ORCA TRIPPED ME UP!” And points accusingly at me

Jade catches on and plays along, “my my, it seems Floyd is correct. I do recall seeing (my name) try to catch Floyd off balance, I do wonder why they’d do such a thing…” to which Azul tells me to get out.

That was a couple hours ago, I walked by mostro just a few minutes ago and I am on the banned list posted on the door! Why they have a banned list, I don’t know, but Rook is also on it!

Four down, three to go. Where next?

-🐾

this feels like reading a fan fiction from the early internet, but, like, in a good way.

#[reporter:🪸]#[reader:🐾]#nrc newspaper club #nrc #twst #unreality

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offbranddrpepsi · 2 years

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More than a game

Pairing: Cypher x Fem!reader x Chamber

Status: Oneshot

Ao3 link: here

Rating: NSFW Length: 4, 215 words

Request: cypher x fem!reader in which the two are playing chess and reader is getting frustrated as she knows she's going to be beaten. cypher is very confident and teases her in a flirty way. doesn't necessarily have to lead to NSFW buuut if you want to that'd be a bonus :) i think it'd be cool to somehow incorporate chamber in this fic but i don't exactly know how or when.

Fic below ----------------------------------------------------------------

When you had agreed to a friendly game of chess against the resident information broker Cypher this was not what you meant . Set up in the small room outside the training area, you were challenged to a game or logic rather than combat. You accepted quickly, taking any chance to not face off against maxbot again as well as spend time with Cypher. The game was going nice and slow, the man not saying much, but that had all changed when everyone had departed for a mission. The second that door shut the teasing began. “You’re so cute when you're losing 'amira (princess)” he chuckled as you scrunch your face up at the board. You weren’t losing horribly, only having lost a few pieces and him being nowhere near your queen. Moving a piece you were shocked when he effortlessly captured it, your mouth agape. “You’ll have to do better than that if you want to beat me 'amira (princess).” The playfulness in his voice sounded almost flirtatious, it was probably some tactic to throw you off. You took your sweet time thinking of what to do next, him continuing to make teasing comments. All the teasing was starting to make you flustered, your face growing warm and your stomach fluttering. As you went to finally move your piece the door opened, catching both of your attentions. In sauntered Chamber, still dressed as sharp as always and wearing a look of boredom. You had interacted with the man often, going on missions together or assisting around the base. He was a massive flirt and tease so you weren’t exactly pleased with his entrance. “Bonjour (Y/N), Cypher,” he waved as he walked over, standing behind you. Both of you gave hellos before you returned to the game, making sure Cypher wasn’t cheating. Feeling something press against your back you looked over and saw Chamber, his chest placed firmly against you while he leaned over you. You could feel your face grow warmer and your stomach turn even more. This was not helping you focus, doing the absolute opposite actually. Feeling Chamber shift you saw an arm extend past you, moving a piece and taking one of Cypher’s. “There, now you can at least say you did something.” you felt Chamber chuckle against you as he attempted to tease you, the sensation only making you more flustered. “How unsportsmanlike, can you butt out of this Chamber?” Cypher sounded irritated but no more than he usually did when speaking to the other sentinel. “(Y/N) is no match for you. We both know this, it is cruel to not let her have a little help.” Feeling him speak was odd, his chest seeming to rumble with each word. You looked innocently forward and shrugged, making Cypher shake his head as he moved another piece. Chamber pretty much entirely took over for you, ignoring your protests when you tried to move a piece only for him to move it back. Cypher seemed to grow amused at your arguing as did your antagonizer, both the men occasionally laughing. “Sérieusement (seriously), it’s like you are trying to lose.” The sniper mocked as he pinched the bridge of his nose to feign frustration or annoyance. “Maybe she likes that sort of thing,” Cypher chimed in, which sent you into a bright shade of scarlet. “Oh look at that face, so red just for me.” “I’m sorry but you cannot take credit for my work,” the pressure finally left your back as Chamber stood up fully. “Your work?” you asked, looking between the men. “This little game we were playing, no?” Adjusting his tie, Chamber pulled up a chair on an empty side of the board, sitting down and rearranging the board to restart the game. “Perhaps we could set up a more fair competition?” “I’m all ears,” Cypher commented looking at the other man. “Well seeing as (Y/N) wasn’t doing the, well to but it bluntly, best. Perhaps we can play? Add stakes to the game to make it more fulfilling?” Finishing resetting the board Chamber turned to you. “She can be the object of the stakes, each time we take a piece we attempt to fluster her and the first to make her into a red mess wins regardless of the score.” “What?!” You almost screamed at him. “If she agrees to it then I am game, but we do need some sort of clause if one of us wins the chess game.” Cypher motioned a hand to you, “Are you alright with that wager?” Thinking for a moment you considered it. Chamber was attractive so it would be easy for him to push your buttons once he figured them out. You were already attracted to Cypher despite him concealing his face from everyone, the cheeky man taking a place in your heart. It would amuse you to see them practically fighting over the chance to make you blush, but it did make you a bit worried as you didn’t want them actually being malicious about it. “I will be alright with it on two conditions,” You held up two fingers as the men watched you. “One, I get to come up with the chess game winners reward, and two, This is just for fun, I don't want you two actually being mean to each other over something silly. If I say cut it out you cut it out.” “Of course, of course, it’s only fun if everyone is having fun.” Chamber spoke just before Cypher could. “But what would the second incentive be?” Deciding to be a bit brave you blurted out with confidence, “winner takes me out on a date for the trouble of agreeing to do this?” “I agree to that, can you say the same Chamber?” Cypher responded quickly which caught you off guard, you hadn’t expected him to sound so eager. “So be it, I do always enjoy good company for dinner. Shall we begin then?” Motioning to the board Chamber sounded less enthused than Cypher had, making you a bit sad. The men started the game, moving pieces back and forth. It wasn’t long before someone had captured a pawn, the winner of this tiny victory being Chamber. “Oh, would you look,” A shit eating grin crossed his face before he turned to look at you. “I guess when my prize is so lovely I play more seriously. “ You showed little reaction besides a polite smile, Cypher scoffing before moving and capturing one of Chamber’s pieces. “Is that really how you compliment someone? Have you never talked to a woman before?” Cypher’s tone shifted once he turned to speak to you, becoming a lot softer and gentle. “Do you prefer something home cooked or would you be more keen on something more formal? If you want it I will at the very least attempt to make something, you are more than worth that.” You were flattered Cypher took the time to make conversation rather than aimless flirting, despite it obviously being a jab at his competitor. “If you wanted to make something I wouldn't mind! But I don't want to make you if it's easier to get take out.” Cypher nodded in acknowledgment before motioning to Chamber to take his turn. It went back and forth for a while longer before the next piece was won by Cypher, Chamber cursing under his breath in french. “Well I hope you will enjoy my attempt at cooking and if not at least the time spent together, i know that i will at the very least.” With that comment you felt yourself warm a little, not enough that you thought you were blushing but were sure another comment would turn you red. Back they went with Chamber finally taking a piece, letting out a pleased smile. “Dinner can be decided when or if someone wins,” He waved his hand dismissively. “What is more important is after. If i can be so forward, would you mind being had for dessert

Chaton(kitten)?” You were lucky you hadn’t been drinking or you’d had spat out your drink. Instead you kneed the table in shock, knocking over one of Chambers pieces which he sat back up without a thought. Choosing not to answer you just looked at him, waiting for Cypher to take his turn. “How indecent of you,” Cypher jabbed at Chamber as he took the frenchmans piece. “I could think of better things when we were playing alone.” “Then why do you not say them now?” Chamber called his bluff, smiling at you. “I don't mind hearing such comments and trust me I wouldn't tell a soul.” The men glared at each other for a moment before the broker titled his hat forward politely, “(Y/N) are you aware how often you stare at me? Do you always spend the mission mentally undressing me or is your mind in other places?” With that you flushed, not intensely but enough both men perked up. The game went on, back and forth with you becoming more and more flustered. Eventually the comments got lewder, the two getting more bold as it went on. At some point Chamber’s hand had found your thigh, giving it occasional squeezes as they played. Cypher had actually taken some time to notice, which was unusual for the man known for seeing everything. Moving his chair he sat so your other thigh was within his reach, not yet placing a hand on it. “Ah we are getting to the end of one of our games,” he said motioning to the chess board, which held only a few pieces, as he took one of Chambers. His next act was to lean over to where he was in your ear, obviously not wanting the other man to hear. “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and turn that gorgeous shade of red? I will reward you more intimately of course, if you’d like.” Biting your lip as a gloved hand was placed on your thigh, higher than Chambers and much closer to your warm core. Looking down you avoided eye contact and waited for the game to continue. Hearing a piece be moved off the board you looked up but weren’t met with a comment, instead finding a pair of lips on your own. Your eyes were open in shock as Chamber took this win to kiss you, his smooth lips giving a passionate kiss that earned a groan from the other man. Fingers brushed your chin as he bit your lip, you reflexaly opened your mouth slightly. His tongue only ghosted yours before he broke the kiss, settling in his seat with a smug smirk on his face. You could feel the air get tense in the room as they glared at each other, Chamber had just done something Cypher may not be entirely able to, taking advantage of the other man's need for privacy. Harshly taking one of Chamber’s pieces Cypher used the power he had over you verbally to his advantage. “ya eazizaa (my darling), look at you, so so close.” he whispered lowly in your ear, his voice sounding forceful. His hand drifted to your clothed crotch, giving a small bit of pressure to the area before it moved under your shirt. Gloved hands ghosted your skin as his other hand looped around your back. With one swift motion you were placed in his lap, arms wrapped protectively around you as Chamber scoffed at your thigh being taken from him. “There it is.” He was right, you were bright red but not because of the comment or action. Upon moving to his lap you felt a pressure below you, something hard pressing into you. It only took a second for you to make the connection that he was enjoying this far too much and had full intention to act on the comments he had been making. “Looks like I won then, sorry Chamber, no hard feelings.” Rolling his eyes, Chamber stood and walked around to be in front of you. “How unfair but a deal is a deal, congratulations my friend now what do we do with you?” He took your chin in his hand again, stroking a finger across your lips. “Well, why don’t we let her decide, it only seems fair.” Cypher responded, keeping his arms firmly around you. This was something entirely unbelievable. The two sentinels whom you had grown an attraction towards practically throwing themselves at you. Of course you had doubts if these were honest actions, after all you did agree to this game of theirs. Taking control of the situation you spoke, “Are you two just messing with me or having a dick measuring contest with each other? I want you both to answer for yourselves.” The first to speak up was Cypher, not an ounce of his former playfulness present. “Darling If you would allow me i will carry through with all that i’ve offered, i don’t make false promises built on lies. It is fun to see you fall apart because of me, otherwise I wouldn't tease you so often but this has moved past that.” “He is right, you know,” Chamber agreed. “This little game was fun, yes it always is, but there is a driving force behind it. I’ve always wondered what you would look like when you reach your limit, how far i could push you before you finally broke, if you would allow me to take that more intimately i would not pass up that opportunity.” Your face burned and your warmth ached, an obvious pool having formed between your legs. The men looked at you as you tried to stay composed but failed miserably. “Well i-um, I would like to let this go on.” You could have sworn you heard Cypher mumble about your stutter being cute before his hands found your thighs, placing you with your back to his chest. Chamber swooped down and took your lips again, being a bit forceful and hungry this time. “We do not speak a word of this to anyone,” Cypher stated, his voice sounding more clear than it usually did. “Of course. '' Chamber answered, only breaking the kiss for a moment before resuming. As the man in front of you made his way into your mouth, eliciting a moan from you, you felt a sensation on your neck. Before you could comprehend it the sensation turned to a nip, then a kiss, then what was searching for your sweet spot. Cypher had lifted his mask and was hunting around your neck, no doubt leaving a flurry of marks on it. He started getting more aggressive in his attacks, causing you to moan into Chambers mouth several times. Chamber moved from your mouth to the other side of your neck, assaulting it at the same time as Cypher did to the other. Your moans and gasps only seemed to fuel them as glove hands found their way under your shirt and into your bra. It didn’t take long for the two to entirely remove the two pieces of fabric. Both men said something you couldn’t understand, both speaking in their native language. You assumed it was some comment at how you looked given they both sounded like the view was breathtaking. Chamber went to kneel in front of you but before you could see what he was going to do your head was pulled into the side. Cypher’s mouth met yours, the man clearly being desperate as he hungrily went in. The kiss was full of emotion and need, it being a lot more deep than Chamber’s had been. You moaned loudly, it being muffled by Cypher, as Chamber’s mouth met your breast. The stimuli from both of them left you dizzy with pleasure, desperately needing one of them if not both. Before your prayers could be answered both of them stopped, the two men painting for breath as you whined. “I'm sorry , I'm sorry, just a moment love.” Cypher apologized as he lifted you up. Chamber moved the chess set off of the table, making room for you to be placed there instead. “Now, let me help you out of those.” Chamber said motioning towards our pants. Letting him help you, he carefully removed both your pants and underwear leaving you entirely nude on the table. The men looked at you nearly starved, eyes trailing over every inch of your body. Chamber started loosening his tie and removing his vest, a sight that only fueled your need for the man. Cypher removed his hat as well as his jacket, his face remaining only half exposed as he moved between your legs. His upper body was built but still fairly slim, his muscles showing clearly. His dark skin held a variety of scars you’d have to ask him about later, right now not exactly being the best time. The sight was something you’d only dreamed of, it being so much more tantalizing in person. You ran a hand across his chest, him giving you a smile in return as he watched you. “You won’t be staying up here long so don’t get too comfortable.” There was a bit of playfulness in Chambers voice as he spoke, him going to your back to rub it. Cypher lowered himself, his face meeting your heat. Kisses were placed on your thighs while Chamber’s hands found your breasts, teasing them to earn more moans from you. A few experimental licks were placed on your bud, each one sending a jolt through you that caused you to screw your eyes shut. When the licks stopped you peaked your eyes open, seeing the now uncovered face of Cypher looking up at you. His brown eyes held pure lust as bits of black hair fell in front of them, he was absolutely gorgeous this way. “That’s my girl, now keep making those faces for me.” Cypher went back down to you, abusing your bud more by shifting betwen licking it and sucking on it. You arched and squirmed, loud moans coming from your mouth. Chamber seemed to be enjoying himself as he abused your nipples, increasing your pleasure and drawing you so close to an orgasim. Cypher’s tongue dove into you, his thumb taking its place on your clit. It explored every bit of you it could, giving thrusts that hit just where it needed and sent you over edge. You came hard into Cypher’s mouth, the man eating you out like you were his last meal. The two calmed down their ministrations and allowed you to reground yourself, giving you small affections every so often. As you rested you saw the two move to remove the rest of their clothes, the pool on the floor only growing. You couldn’t help but gauke at them. Chamber was as well endowed as you’d imagined and Cypher was as well, both being just the right size and thickness for your liking. You were lifted from your spot on the table this time by Chamber, being moved to the couch. Cypher took his place under you as Chamber took his over you, both men looking at you with intense desire. “Are you ready chaton (kitten)?” Chamber asked as he hovered above your mouth. You gave him a nod, him leaning down to capture your mouth in response. Fingers found their way inside you while another found your clit. A set of hands found your breasts while Cypher found your neck, kissing it once again but this time much softer. “Are you going to be a good girl and cum for us again?” He asked in your ear. “Yes sir,” you replied, earning chuckles from the two men. Fingers thrusted inside of you, combining with the other sensations to send you into a moaning mess. You called out Chamber’s name, him finding your mouth once again to reward you before breaking it to move his mouth to your breasts. Just as you neared your second peak fingers were quickly removed, you whining slightly but being silenced quickly. You let out a loud moan of Cyphers name as you felt him push himself inside you, letting you adjust to his size slowly. Once he was all the way in you felt a second pressure before Chamber placed himself inside you as well, practicing the same caution as to not cause you pain. It was a stretch you hadn’t had before, it being a tad uncomfortable until you had ample time to adjust but then it was heavenly . The men sat patiently inside you, whispering sweet nothings while waiting for the go ahead. Cypher gave a small thrust that earned him one of your sweet sweet moans. Chamber joined him, the two thrusting in and out of you at a pace that gave you little break between thrusts, causing the knot in your stomach to build once again. Their grunts and moans filled the room alongside yours, becoming a symphony in the small space. Cypher’s hand was the one to find your clit, abusing it with his other arm wrapping around you tightly to ground himself some. The pure pleasure sent you over edge, you coming hard on them with a scream. They didn’t relent and kept going, Chamber covering your mouth with his as their thrusts only got faster and harsher. You felt Cyphers arm tense around you and Chamber’s pace break. Pulling out of you, Chamber came on your stomach, letting out a moan into your mouth as he did so. Cypher, however, continued thrusting inside you for a moment longer bringing you close once again. “Come on be a good girl and come for me one more time (Y/N),” Cypher commanded of you, his thrusts starting to get sporadic. Chamber turned his attention to your breasts once again, his mouth giving them the same treatment as earlier. Moaning Cypher's name loudly you came around him, him burying himself inside you and cumming as well, filling you to the brim. As you rode your high you felt Chamber get off top of you, hearing him searching around the room for something. Cypher started whispering how good you were in your ear, calling you beautiful, and spoiling you with praise. His semen spilled out of you despite him still being inside of you, drops dripping down onto the couch below you. With a groan he pulled out of you and carefully removed himself from under you, giving you more praise and brushing your face with kisses. Chamber returned, towel in hand and helped clean you up, giving you the same praise Cypher had been. You felt in heaven being pampered by the two, there was nothing you could want more in this moment. “Beautiful, do you need anything?” Chamber asked softly as he started getting dressed, Cypher doing the same. “I can go and get it while Cypher takes you to your room, then we can make you some food if you’d like?” “Food would actually be really nice,” You said softly, voice a bit hoarse from, well, everything. You started wondering if this was a one time thing, you certainly hoped it wouldn’t be. Both the men had just given you more pleasure than you’d ever had and were now waiting on you hand and foot, both your body and heart wanted more of this type of thing. “I have a question actually.” “Is something wrong? We didn’t push you too far did we?” Cypher sounded so worried you felt bad for not just asking right away, moving yourself to a sitting position the two came over to you and started helping you put back on your clothes. “No nothing’s wrong, you both did fine, more than fine.” The men looked pleased with themselves as they continued dressing you. “I wanted to know if this was only a one time thing, or if there would be more to this?” The two passed a look between each other before Chamber spoke, Cypher scooping you up into his arms. “If you want it to be a one time thing then it can be, however if you want this to become a more formal arrangement I would be more than eager.” “Yes my dear, we will respect your wishes if you desire for this to be one and done but I do share the sentiment with Chamber, if you would like this to become something i am not opposed to, far from it actually.” Cypher laughed as you buried yourself in his chest. “I’d like it to become something, I would also like a glass of water.” Chamber patted your head before going off with a nod to fetch your drink while Cypher carried you to your room, being careful to not disturb you too much. As you were placed gently in your bed, Chamber returned, giving you your glass before taking his place beside you in bed. “Now I have a meal to cook, don't i? If you need me then send Chamber to come and get me alright darling?” Cypher spoke as you curled yourself into Chamber, giving a small noise of acknowledgement before he left. You looked forward to this arrangement progressing as well as whatever Cypher would be making.

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