#Wes would be the ‘one black coffee’ mf

[are-we-really-doing-this]

I love how Fred’s just carrying on telling tales outta school from the Guerrilla Tour and then there’s Lethal just geeking out the window like a little kid who just saw a McDonalds sign.

#you know Fred the band mom that he is would be like “There’s food in the tourbus!” and then it’s like stale pringles and a joint #Wes would be the ‘one black coffee’ mf #because he’s mean like that #and I know Lethal was yesterday but shit happened (check my last post) #also I wanted to do a joint DJLT/FDF because it’s Saint Paddy’s Day and we all know Lethal is on the most famous song played on this day #I wanna do something special #dj lethal #dj lethal thursday #fred durst #fred durst friday #limp bizkit #house of pain #nu metal #90s hip hop

[shadowbriar]

Regulus Black - Asking for a Friend

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 4.4k Warning : I'm not sure if there's any, but let me know if I missed any. Synopsis : Regulus comes to the realisation that the admiration he holds of her was more than a platonic one and it just so happen that Valentine's day was just around the corner. Notes : Post no 2 for my 1 Year Anniversary Celebration. Don't forget to fill the form here if you'd like to be tagged for my future works. If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Regulus Black's Masterlist click here. Taglist : @jsjcue @coffeehurricanes @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kaz-mf-brekker @sofiacblair @when-you-cant-think-of-anything

“Have you ever had a friend that you're just so fond of and you wish that your partner would be just like them?”

Regulus’ question broke the stillness of the table, making his study mates to look up. Now Pandora, having been known to be the most studious of the group, has always hated it when someone causes any distraction in their study sessions yet for this one particular topic, she seems to be intrigued rather than looking bothered. It isn’t everyday your best friend of 5 years would talk about their romantic interest, after all.

“Elaborate.” Pandora says, her brows knitted together.

“I mean, you know.. You wish that your partner would be just like them.”

Evan squints his eyes, seemingly confused at his brief explanation, “I’m not sure I’m following you, mate. Doesn’t that just simply mean that you fancy them?”

The nonchalant expression on Regulus’ face turns blank in an instant. As if someone has just flicked the light bulb on top of his head, clearing the haze that has been fogging his mind. The sudden clarity has knocked him for six. Is that truly what it means? Days spent silently praising her beauty and nights wasted recalling their conversations were because he fancies her?

Over the years Regulus would find more of her personality to be his weakness, growing the softest spot in his heart specially reserved for her. He would always admire her witty comments, how she always conveyed her mind with the most articulate and intelligent words. Her friendly and warm nature is always something he adores and the way she would always listen to every worthless remark Regulus has with that magnetising smile and understanding eyes, it was impossible for Regulus to not wish his partner would be someone like her.

“So,” Barty asks, nudging on the raven haired boy with a teasing smile “Which friend do we fancy?”

Regulus’ cheeks turn rosy. All hell would break loose if Barty or Evan found out about it. Those boys are as good as a toothpick for a door bolt. The moment they knew about his growing affection for her, they would most immediately spill the beans and make things awkward between them.

And no, Regulus could certainly never have that.

“No one.” Regulus lies as he looks back down to his parchment paper “We fancy no one.”

“Oh come on now, Big Boy.” Barty whines “You’ve ripped off the bandage, might as well show us the scar.”

Regulus rolls his eyes, attempting to look as nonchalant as he could, “You’re fond of Evan’s presence, doesn’t mean you fancy him now, do you?”

“I don’t know, I wouldn’t say that’s impossible.” Barty jests as he begins to make fake kissing expressions to Evan.

“Oh, my Darling, Barty Bear.” Evan indulges in his best friend’s stunt, fake snogging Barty.

Regulus’ lips twitch into a smile, amused at the play-act his best friends are performing. He let out a relieved sigh, knowing that he’s just flee himself from being pestered by questions about his crush, but when he turned his gaze to the only girl at the table, Regulus knew that the little smirk plastered on Pandora’s face would be a form of nightmare he’ll be facing from that day onwards. He knows that she wouldn’t rest until he gives out a name and though she looks like she already knows who the lucky girl is, Regulus is certain that Pandora wouldn’t show him any mercy from the teasing and taunts.

—-

Dinner has been hard to swallow ever since the realisation of his budding infatuation for her. Regulus finds it impossible to not glance at her table, watching her from his peripheral vision as she chats and laughs with her group of friends. Whatever joke Barty throws or moans Evan has about his class have entered and left his ear like an insignificant noise, mind completely enamoured with her candid beauty.

His grip on the fork only tightens as he realises that she was walking to their table, a brilliant smile decorating her face as she takes a seat next to him, “Evening my favourite Serpents.”

“Fantastic, you’re here!” Evan exclaims gleefully, taking her hands to his that made Regulus’ stomach drop a little “Regulus here has been so out of it since this afternoon, we think he’s broken.”

Barty nods eagerly, “He didn’t even twitch a muscle at my joke and mind you it was bloody brilliant!”

She let out a chuckle, looking at Regulus lovingly (at least in his mind) before turning back to face Evan and Barty. Now the words exchanged between the five of them have gone from a trifling noise to a completely deafen sound. His eyes were glued on hers, taking mental notes of all the little gestures she made. How she would close her eyes shut whenever she laughs, how her brows crinkled more often than not, and how her cheekbones pop wherever she smiles, making her look a thousand times more hypnotising.

Now it was nothing out of the ordinary for Regulus to be the most quiet party of the table, but the little to no words uttered by him was making her suspicious. Sure it wouldn’t be the first time he would watch her intently and just agree with whatever is being discussed, but something’s different this time. The way his shoulder relaxes and how the small curl on his lip never waters was making her feel a little bit flustered to say the least.

“You’re awfully quiet,” She says as she turns to the lovestruck boy, resting her chin on her palm to stare back at him “Cat caught your tongue?”

Regulus blinks, gulping at the close proximity, “Just— Didn’t really have anything to say, is all.”

“Really?” She asks with a raised brow “That’s very unlike you.”

“How is it unlike me?”

“Well, you always have something to say. Whether or not you speak of it is an entirely different conversation to have, but you always have something to say, Regulus.”

Regulus bites his inner cheek. How is it that she could read him like an open book? Was he really that transparent or was he really that spellbound in her charms?

“Don’t bother him. Big boy here is trying to sort his feelings out.” Evan retorts.

“Really?” She replies, amused “What sort of feelings?”

“The loving, sappy kind of feelings.” Barty mocks “Regulus is in love.”

“Shut up, Barty!”

Regulus turns to her, uneasy over the fact that she might figure out his little secret but the look on her face was disheartening. As much as he wished he could have just half of her ability to read him, it was nearly impossible for Regulus to decipher her expression. She was staring back at him, her brows knitted as if she’s trying to read through him too but wasn’t sure on what to look at. It was a whole new expression he’s never seen before.

“Reggie wouldn’t give us the name,” Evan continues, completely oblivious of the awkward tension rising “Can we take a guess, Reg? Say yes if we guess correctly?”

“I bet it’s that girl Regulus always sits next to in Potion.” Barty mutters.

“Or that girl Regulus did his Herbology essay with. They spent weeks on that assignment, remember?” Evan counters “Or maybe that Gryffindor—,”

“It’s not any of those girls,” Pandora cuts.

“How would you know?” Evan asked.

“Oh, I just do,” Pandora says with a confident shrug, turning to Regulus “Don’t I, Reg?”

Regulus shakes his head, still trying to do the most possible damage control though he knew that such effort seems fruitless now. Cat’s out of the bag. It would only be a matter of time now until she realises that she’s the girl he’s been swooning over.

Ironic how long it took for him to realise that he fancies her yet it took no time for the secret to be spilled.

“Don’t push his buttons, guys,” She says with a warm laughter “If Regulus doesn’t want to drop names, then let him. It’s not our business now, is it?”

Now Regulus frowns a little. Her words sting a way he was never familiar with. What does she mean that it isn’t their business? Does she not care about who he’s crushing on?

“If you say so,” Pandora said to her, winking as if there was some secret message sent between the two.

Regulus studies her expression intently, trying to see if Pandora has cracked his secret and is now spilling it to her. Salazar, Regulus hopes that that wasn’t the case. He needs time to sort out his feelings, as Evan said, and if she found out about his budding infatuation before he could figure out a proper way to profess it— Well, Regulus hoped that it would never get to that point. Ever.

—-

If Regulus was ever asked, which of the following could ever compare to the beauty that is her: sun, moon, or star, Regulus would argue that she is the beautiful crescent moon with its bright yet soft light washing over his skin as he stares at her silently on his window pane. Regulus would argue, if he ever allows himself to be so bold, that she is his ideal. Her intelligence not to mention beauty would be the sweet honey to his tea, the butterfly to his garden of flowers.

But Regulus was never half as confident as she is. Never half as open and friendly to others. He was reserved, quiet, oftentimes perceived as cold and callous. But not to her. She could always see him through his distant exterior, involving him in every discussion they would have and perhaps that was the one thing that made him yield his heart to her.

Regulus never paid any mind to big dates and celebrations, but something about the upcoming Valentines date shakes his core. Perhaps it was the fact that it fell on the very day of their Hogsmeade trip this week, or the fact that all of his friends were buzzing about who they're going to ask to be their Valentines date, or maybe the fact that for once, Regulus might have a proper chance to ask her to be his date.

Chance. That word felt too optimistic for his presumptive mind. It was as if she ever looked at him that way.

“Regulus?” She called and squeezed his forearm lightly, making him burst his bubble of thought. He turns to her, cheeks slightly rosy from the shame of having ignored her. Just how pathetic he is to zoned out about her when she's sitting right beside him “Are you alright? You've been off of it all morning, I’ve noticed.”

He nods, flashing a shy smile, “All is well, no worries.”

She smiles, taking her hand off of him and continues her work.

Regulus turns his head, stopping at the sight of some Ravenclaw boy asking some Hufflepuff girl by the library entrance. The bashful gesture he’s showing and the giddy smile she shows makes it easy for him to tell the situation is happening at the spot. Another couple for the Valentine's Hogsmeade trip, he reckons.

A little twist in his stomach grows. With the many people asking each other out for the Hogsmeade trip, it would only be normal for him to ask her too, right? The timing was right, they could just go as friends in the worst case scenario. All he has to do is ask, but why are the words stuck at the tip of his tongue?

“Actually,” Regulus starts, secretly playing with the hem of his robe in nervousness “I have something to ask you.”

She looks up, meeting him with a warm smile, “Shoot.”

“I was wondering if you have a date for the Hogsmeade trip?”

“Oh,” She answers, utterly taken aback by his question. A hint of rosiness spread on her cheeks, something Regulus has to convince himself has nothing to do with his question. She always has that natural flush on her face, surely it must be nothing as pleasant as his stupid heart is hoping for “No, I don’t have a date at the moment. Why do you ask?”

“Just.. Asking for a friend.”

Regulus mentally slapped himself, having to be defeated by his anxiety once again that he has to come up with a lie. She stares at him with a confused look, the glimmer on her eyes dims down from the words he uttered. It was as if she was disappointed at his answer.

“I see,” She says with a nod “Do you plan to ask anyone?”

“Not sure,” He answers truthfully “Do you have anyone you hope would ask you?”

She plays with her quill, tapping it to the parchment paper as if she was piecing the right words to reply to him, “I suppose I do but I’m not counting on it.”

Regulus frowns, ignoring the slight crack of his heart, “Who?”

“I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

Regulus pursed his lips, acting to be in a deep thought, “No.”

She chuckles, turning back to her paperwork.

“But, if—” Regulus calls again, not wanting to end their conversation just yet “If my friend were to ask you, would you say yes?”

“Well it truly depends on which friend you’re talking about now, isn’t it?”

“Yes, but what is the possibility of you saying yes to my said friend? 50%? 60%? Or are you fully waiting for your prince charming to ask you?”

She stares at him with a smile, looking completely amused at the questions thrown at her. If she didn’t know better she would think that Regulus was asking for himself from all the persistent queries, but then of course, we all know how Regulus Black is. No girl in this castle is good enough for him and this rule applies to her too.

“Why don’t you just tell this friend to come to me himself, hm?” She answers, resting her chin on her palm and stares at him fondly “I truly can’t give you any answers unless you give me a name, Reg.”

“It’s Evan.” He blurts, cheeks feeling hot from her gaze.

“Rosier?” She asks with a raised eyebrow “I thought he’s going with Pandora? I was sure she told me he asked her last week.”

“Did I say Evan? I meant Barty.” Regulus fake coughed, clearing his throat “Barty wanted to ask you to be his date.”

The soft and gentle expression on her face turns into an appalled one, bewildered at the answer Regulus gives. His brain has haywired that he neglected the fact that Barty was her cousin, and though cousin romance is deemed acceptable in the wizarding world, Barty and her would never pursue each other romantically for one too many reasons. If Regulus could just tame his nervousness for just a degree, he would’ve realised how idiotic his answer was.

“Barty wants to be my date?” She asks, trying to confirm his answer that sounded like a death sentence for her.

Regulus nods, “He does.”

She narrows her eyes, trying to catch his lie but the stern and rigid expression on Regulus’ face makes her question her own mind. Regulus was never one to be deceitful yet the idea of Barty wanting to ask her to be his date is just as illogical. The only plausible reason behind such a stunt would be them trying to pull some prank on her, but even with that, Regulus was never one to ever indulge in the mischief her cousin and Rosier would always find themselves in.

“I— Well, I guess you should tell him to ask me himself?” She answers, questioning herself.

“I’ll do that,” Regulus nods firmly, trying to keep his act in place “I’ll tell him you said that.”

—-

A couple of days has passed ever since that incident of him blurting Barty’s name at the library. Regulus was still ever so stressed out to ask her himself that he still hasn’t realised the stupid mistake he’s done. Now with the Hogsmeade trip coming closer, Regulus really has no other time but now to ask her.

Yet before he could do so, the universe crushed his dream.

Barty entered the Slytherin Common Room with the brightest grin on his face, making Evan, Regulus, and Pandora look at each other from the strange sight. He jumps to the sofa, sighing with delight as he lay on it and rests his feet to the hand rest. Barty turns to see his friends who now still look at him with a baffled expression, enjoying the sight and looking forward to stomping on one of them in the next minute.

“Gentlemen,” Barty greets before turning to Pandora “My Lady.”

“What’s with you?” Evan asks, an amused smile plastered on his face “You look like you’ve just won a lottery.”

“Even better, I just got a date.”

Regulus raised an eyebrow, “A date? Who?”

Barty coos, saying her name.

“Wait, isn’t she—”

“Brilliant, indeed.” Barty cuts, not letting Evan to correct the fact that they’re cousins. He shot him a look, one that conveys I’ll tell you later and Evan nods in understanding.

Colour drains from Regulus’ face. Just when he finally gathered enough courage to come forward, he just has to be beaten to the race. By Barty of all people. Supposed she came and asked Barty about their conversation that day and knowing Barty, he would never let such an opportunity slip. Who would ever not want to have her as their date after all?

“Who would’ve thought, right?” Barty fawns, pouring Regulus’ jealousy with petrol “Barty Crouch Jr having such a beautiful bird as his date for Valentine's.”

Evan was eyeing his friend with a sceptical look, clearly lost at the scheme Barty was pulling, “Barty, can I see that Transfiguration homework you promised me now? I have quite a lot to catch up on.”

“Sure,” Barty says, catching Evan’s bullshit right away as he stood from the sofa “It’s in my room.”

And so the two boys left, leaving Regulus who looks like he’s second away from vomiting all contents of his stomach and Pandora who’s casually flipping the pages of a magazine in her hand, an all knowing smirk present on her lips.

“Pandora,” Regulus calls, eyes still vacant “Do you have your wand with you?”

Pandora hums.

“Please hex me to death right now.”

The girl laughs at his request. Pandora put down the magazine and looked at Regulus with a teasing smile, “Why would you ask me that, Reggie?”

Regulus glares, “You know why. I saw your smile the other day when she came to our table. You know about it, don’t you?”

“About what?”

“That I was crushing on her.”

Pandora shrugs, “Maybe.”

“Ugh,” Regulus crowls “What am I to do now?”

Pandora chuckles, patting Regulus’ shoulder in an attempt to console him. Pandora felt cruel now to be the one to suggest the prank, to tell her and Barty to go on a fake date just to mess with Regulus. In her defence, out of the five of them, it seems like Regulus is the only one who doesn’t realise his growing affection for her. It was a public secret for the group now that he’s been sending her heart eyes. All he needed was a push and Pandora felt like it was her duty to help him.

Even when Regulus would surely throw a fit once he knew she was the mastermind behind his distraught now.

“Why don’t you just come to Hogsmeade, Reg?” Pandora suggests, playing the innocent supportive friend now “If their date doesn’t go well, you can go and rescue her.”

Regulus turns to see Pandora, his eyes hopeful at the advice, “You think so?”

“Yeah,” Pandora encourages “I mean, how many similarities does she have with Barty? Almost none. I’m pretty sure their date will turn downhill the moment they step into Madam Puddifoot’s shop.”

“How do you know they’ll go to Madam Puddifoot’s?”

Pandora shrugs, “Don’t all couples go there?”

Regulus bites his inner cheek as he gives it a thought. The idea of her going to such a sappy tea shop with Barty peels his skin. It should be him and her, not Barty and her. What was in her bloody mind to ever say yes to Barty’s invite in the first place?

“Fine,” Regulus says with an exasperated sigh “I’ll go to Hogsmeade.”

—-

Regulus’ tea has long gone cold, untouched as he impatiently waits for her and Barty to enter the tea shop. He figured, if they wanted to have their date here, where else would be the best place to spy on them than the very shop itself? So he got himself a table, ordered himself tea and biscuits that only served as props on his table, while his eyes were glued to the door. Every jingle of the bell felt like an invisible blade thrown to pierce his heart.

He looks down to his watch. It’s been more than an hour now. When would they come? How long should he wait? Will they even come to this tea shop like Pandora said?

Before his head could explode with more questions, Regulus’ breath was held on his chest as she finally entered the establishment. Her cheeks were rosy, probably from the cold wind outside. Regulus wished he could take a picture of her now because Merlin, just how hypnotising could she be?

To think that she dressed up for a date with Barty crushes him, but where even is Barty?

Regulus’ brows were raised now. Did Barty stood her up? Is that why she’s alone now? But she doesn’t look the slightest bit annoyed or sad if such a scenario did occur. She has her eyes scanning the tables now, looking for something, someone, and when their eyes meet, her smile blooms and walks closer to him.

“Hello, there,” She greets, pointing at the empty seat in front of him “Is this seat taken?”

Regulus shakes his head, in loss of words as he tries to assess the situation happening.

She happily took her seat, ordering herself something to drink before turning back to Regulus. Her gaze met his, hands clasped on the table. Her brilliant smile was still evident and it’s making Regulus feel like he could melt and die right on that instant.

“So,” She started, her tone cheerful “What are you doing here, Regulus?”

“I— Uh—” Regulus stutters “I— I was supposed to meet someone.”

“Really?” She asks, intrigued “Who?”

“Just— No one important.” He answers, running his palms to his trousers in nervousness “What are you doing here? I heard you have a date with Barty today. Where is he?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know.”

“You don’t know? Did he stood you up?” Regulus asked, his anger starting to rise. How dare he stood her up?

“Oh, no, he didn’t. I just cancelled our date.” She says nonchalantly “I find it too cruel to proceed so I bailed on them.”

“Cruel? Them?” Regulus asked, confused “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, you sweet soul,” She says with a gentle chuckle, taking one of his hands softly and caressing the back of it with her thumb “Who is it again that you said was asking me for a date?

“Barty.” Regulus says with a nervous gulp.

“Yeah, well, it wasn’t truly him now, was it?” She asks “Cause I’m pretty sure Barty would never be interested in me in that way, seeing that we’re cousins.”

Regulus closes his eyes, letting out an embarrassed sigh. That day in the Common Room must have been some sick joke the other’s were pulling at him. How Barty entered with such a huge grin and Pandora’s pitiful yet teasing look at him. They both must have been the miscreants behind this humiliating act.

“I’m going to kill them,” Regulus mutters, not meeting her eyes.

“Please, don’t,” She answers with a laugh “They mean well, I promise you.”

“They’re making me look pathetic in front of you.”

“That’s debatable,” She remarks “I find it cute and adorable, to be honest. And to be fair, it was you who lied to me first. They’re just following your ruse.”

“I’m sorry,” Regulus says “Are you angry at me?”

“No,” She says, shaking her head “I was appalled at first, but then I realised that you might just be shy about it so I just brushed it off.”

Regulus nods, smiling at her weakly from her understanding.

Now what? He thought. Cats out of the bag, for good this time. What should he say now? What should he do? Would she like him to say anything about it? Do anything about it? What if she’s just here out of a friendly gesture? That she doesn’t want to embarrass himself further in front of the others?

But the tender gaze she gives to him now, the understanding smile and the gentle touch she’s giving him, it all feels like a supportive push for him to go forward. To finally embrace his realisation of affection and hand his heart to her now.

“So I guess you know already..” He begins “About my feelings.”

“I have a rough idea of it.” She teases.

“What do you think about it?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, do you think it was okay? For me to fancy you?” Regulus asks, uncertainty bleeding out of his voice “Would it be okay if I like you?”

“If it wasn’t okay with me I wouldn’t be here with you, would I?” She argues, her kind smile still tugging on her lips “I do have to confess that I expected more than just ‘fancy’ or ‘like’. I thought we’ve gone past that phase already.”

“We?”

She raised an eyebrow, “You didn’t really think that this flows one way, did you?”

“I— I don’t know.”

“Oh, you blind child,” She chuckles “I fancy you too, Regulus. Perhaps even more than that.”

“I— Really?” Regulus asks, blushing yet still trying to understand her words as if she’s been speaking in a different language “This better not be another prank you and Pandora or Barty or Evan is pulling on me.”

She chuckles, “It’s not, I can assure you.”

“Prove it.”

She squints her eyes, giving his challenge a thought before standing a little from her seat. She begins to lean in, inching closer to his face and closing her eyes when their hot breaths begin to meet each other’s skin. She gives the lightest brush to his lips, so soft that it felt feather-like but still sent jolts of electricity down his spine. 

She pulls away a little, still so close to him that their noses brush with each other. She gazes into his eyes, lovestruck and content, “Was that enough of a proof?”

“No,” Regulus breathes, whispering “Do it again.”

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[daisysliv]

now or never | eddie munson

word count: 4035

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

summary: eddie's plans to confess don't exactly go to plan

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff if you squint, mentions of drugs (not specified), smut, p in v, protected sex (wrap it before you tap it mfs)

notes: sorry for being so ia for a while, i just started working, and by the time i get home, im too tired to even write, but i managed to get this done over the last few days. this was my first time writing smut, let me know if you like it! this is one of my personal favorite fics i've ever written, so i hope you like it <3 there is a part two for this in works so let me know if that's something you would like and as always, not edited, so all my mistakes are my own

library

stranger things bookshelf

Standing outside the burgundy-colored door of his best friend’s home for what felt like hours but was merely a couple of minutes as he gathered the courage to ring the doorbell. He released a puff of air that he had been holding and lifted his finger to ring the bell, only to hesitate and lower it again. He repeats the same action a few more times. He was shaking, not from the cold breeze that nipped at the exposed skins of his hands but with nerves. His heart pounded against his ribs so hard he thought it would burst out of his chest at any given moment.

Truth be told, he had no idea what he was doing here so late or what he was going to say if you answered the door; all he knew was that if he didn’t tell you how he felt now, then any and all courage he felt would be gone. He could already feel it slipping.

He shook his arms out in some lame attempt to get rid of the nerves that coursed through his veins. He had been nervous and overthinking this all day, but it didn’t compare to how he currently felt now that he stood outside your house. Muttering a few words of encouragement to himself, he finally rang the doorbell and turned his back to the door to try and gather his jumbled thoughts before it inevitably opened.

The door opened with a low creak followed by a velvet-like voice that had taken over his every thought, “Eddie?” Spinning back around, a nervous smile tugged on his lips, and—fuck.

You looked beautiful, which wasn’t anything new. You always looked beautiful without even trying. He stood there in awe, his lips parted as his eyes danced over the woman in front of him. You looked like you had just finished getting ready for bed. You wore a Black Sabbath that he recognized as the one he gave you at school when you claimed to be cold while sitting in the cafeteria, paired with black sweats and her face bare of the makeup you had on earlier in the day. “Did we have plans or something?”

Snapping out of his trance, Eddie shook his head, his eyes never straying away from you. You smiled at him and moved out of the way, opening the door wider to give him room so he could enter. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

“No, everything is good. I just…” He trails off, his back facing her as he surveys the living room for any signs that your parents are there. “Are your parents here, or did they leave already?”

You shook your head as you shut the door, making sure to lock it. “They left a bit ago. Got the house all to myself for the next few days.” You followed him to the living room and moved around picking up the disregarded trash that was piled on the coffee table. “I meant to call when they left and see if you wanted a movie night, but I fell asleep. Why are you asking?”

“Well, I didn’t really want anyone to witness possible failure on my part because I…I have something to tell you,” A warm smile tugs on his lips as he watches you dump the trash in your arms into the nearby trash can. “So…can we sit and talk?”

“Yeah, just let me finish throwing this shit away. Robin and Steve came over after school before my parents left, and I couldn’t be bothered to clean after they left.” You rambled while carefully placing some dishes in the sink, the alcohol into the fridge, and threw away a few more pieces of trash that you found lying around. Eddie paced the living room, rubbing his hands over his jean-clad legs to wipe away from the sweat that gathered on his palms. “Do you want something to drink?”

He shakes his head and darts his tongue out to wet his dry, chapped lips. He could feel his nerves taking over the longer he waited to get this over with. He could feel the courage he took weeks to gather slipping away with every second that ticked by. “Princess, please just… just come here.” Eddie pleaded, his eyes on his best friend, hoping you could see the desperation in his eyes. Fortunately for him, you knew him and could hear the desperation in his tone. You moved towards where he was and took a seat on the couch, folding your legs under your butt and adjusting the hoodie you wore. Eddie followed you in sitting on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, and he ran a hand over his face.

He hadn’t thought this through all the way, and he didn’t know how to approach it. You were able to sense his nerves, so you reached forward and grabbed one of his hands. “Eddie, what’s going on? Whatever it is, you know you can tell me.”

“Shit, uh… I hope that what I’m about to tell you doesn’t ruin anything because I value our friendship more than anything. And I know I’m not the easiest person to be friends with, but–”

“Eds, spit it out.” You cut off his ramblings, your eyes locked on his, and he could feel his heart speed up in his chest; that same pounding feeling from earlier. He was certain that one day he would go into cardiac arrest around her.

Now or never, Munson. He thought. He opened his mouth to speak, but no sound came out, his throat feeling dry and scratchy. He felt sweat form in the palm of his hands and felt his cheeks heat up. You looked at him with concern carved into your features, your eyes scanning his face, looking for something, but he didn’t know what.

“Are you high or something?” You blurt, pulling your hand out from his.

“No! I’m clean. I just… I’m nervous.” He spoke, his brows knitted together. “Why would you automatically assume I’m high?”

You shake your head, letting out a breath of relief. “I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re all jumpy and won’t get to the point, and I haven’t seen you like this since the day before that… that night.” His heart clenched at the mention of the night he reached rock bottom a year and a half ago. It had been a hard week leading up to it all around, and he finally reached his breaking point where he felt so alone and unwanted that he took everything he could to not feel that way anymore. Eddie could hardly think of that night without being bombarded with the image of his best friend's face when she stumbled into the trailer and found him barely breathing on the couch.

He was awake but unaware of most of his surroundings. He could speak, but it came out slurred and incoherent. His complexion was turning bluish-purple, his lips already blue, and a thin layer of cold sweat coated his body. His pulse was barely there, and his breathing had turned shallow but erratic.

He barely remembered anything once all the drugs kicked in, but he remembered waking up in the hospital a few days later with flashes of that night swirling through his head, but there were only a few things that stood out the most. The sound of your voice cracking while begging for him to stay as sobs racked your body was one of them. The broken and distraught look on your face was another. That one haunted him weeks afterward. It still did sometimes. The doctors told him that wouldn't have made it if you would've arrived just a few minutes later.

After that night, he never wanted to see that look on your face or his Uncle Wayne’s face or hear the way your voices broke ever again. He didn't want to feel himself slipping away slowly and not being able to move or call for help again so he made it his mission to stay away from that shit. You were there for him through every single step he took. You never left his side even when he had his mood swings, and he couldn't have asked for anyone else.

“I know, and I promise you, I'm okay. I just have something important to tell you, and I'm scared that it'll ruin everything.”

“It won't. I promise, so just tell me.” Placing your hand in his once more, you intertwined your fingers, smiling at the warmth that shot through your body. Eddie smiled at the same feeling, not realizing you did the same.

His eyes flickered down to your lips for a moment, the urge to just press his against yours, to know how they felt and tasted, grew stronger with each fleeting second. You, however, didn't notice the not-so-subtle action as you were too focused on the warmth your body felt whenever you made skin-to-skin contact with the man. It was like a warm blanket was being draped over your shoulders after being in the cold longer than you should be. It was like curling up next to the fire with the warm blanket and the comforting smell of cookies floating around the room.

Looking up, you force your eyes away from your locked hands and stare at him, your eyes finding his light brown eyes already staring at you. At that moment, he felt a surge of confidence wash over him, all his nerves disappearing, and he lifted his free hand to cup your jaw, the pad of his thumb tracing over her cheekbone.

He watched your face contort from concern to curiosity the longer he stared. With a nervous smile, Eddie leaned in closer, pressing his forehead on yours, your noses touching and mouths hovering over one another. You were so close that all it would take was one wrong move from either of you, and your lips would touch. His eyes darted back down to your lips, taking note of how yours did the same, the once nervous smile now a smirk.

He looked back up to your eyes, searching for anything that told him that you didn't want this to happen; he didn't find any. “Eddie,” You whispered seconds before he surged forward and pressed his lips to yours in a searing kiss, full of pent-up tension you had been suppressing for years, your eyes immediately fluttering shut. You moaned quietly at the feeling of his lips on yours, your free hand immediately gripping his long hair, tugging at the root while the other disconnected from his hand to wrap around his neck.

He hummed against your mouth, the groan building in the back of his throat making itself known. Your mouth opened with a gasp when he placed his free hand underneath the hoodie you wore, on your waist to pull you closer; the warmth of his touch sent a shock up your spine.

Despite the awkward position you were in, your lips moved against his in perfect sync until the need for air became too much, and, with a lot of hesitation, Eddie slowly pulled away. His eyes opened slowly to look at you while he dragged air back into his lungs. Your eyes fluttered open shortly after his, your chest heaving as you fought for air.

“So beautiful,” He murmured, wearing a dopey grin on his face.

A smile pulls at your lips, and you tighten your grip around his neck, pulling him down to connect your lips once again, now craving the feeling and taste of them more. Eddie responded quickly, removing his hands from where they were on your body to grip underneath your thighs to pull you into his lap, swallowing the noise of surprise you made when he did. He smiled against your lips, his heart still beating rapidly against his ribs.

Your hands tangled themselves into his hair, tugging at the roots and eliciting a groan from the metalhead. He leaned back on the couch, his hands going to your waist to hold you still when he felt you move. You were the first one to pull away this time, your eyes remaining shut while gasping for air for a minute before diving back into his lips. “Hmm,” He hummed against your lips.

You giggled at the vibrations it sent through and down your body. You pull away, keeping your hands tangled in his hair. “Does this mean what I think it does, or do you go around kissing all your friends like that?”

“Only the real pretty ones.” He jokes, and you remove a hand from his hair to smack him in the chest, throwing your head back in a laugh. Eddie took the opportunity to duck forward and attach his mouth to your neck, your laugh quickly turning into a gasp.

“Upstairs.” You said through gasps while he worked on your neck, nipping and sucking gently. You were sure he left marks behind.

He reluctantly pulled away, and you took the chance to disconnect from him, pulling him up off the couch. “Lead the way, princess.” He smirked.

As soon as your bedroom door closes behind you, his lips are on yours again as he presses you against the door. “Are you sure about this?” He asks breathlessly, his lips already back on your neck.

“Yeah, fuck, please.” 

“Just making sure.” He leans in again, covering your lips with his. You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against him. He was warm, despite the cold air that filled the room from your cracked window, and you felt like you were dreaming. 

He moves his hand under your—his hoodie, running his hand over your skin, and you can't stop the shivers going up your spine. You're tingling everywhere, all your senses zeroing in on him. His scent, the way his body felt against yours, the way his lips felt. Everything. 

You throw your head back, giving him more access to your neck, and it doesn't take long for Eddie to suck and nibble on your skin. “You're so beautiful, princess.” Eddie leans his forehead against yours, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. 

“Eddie…” Your eyes dart back and forth between his own, your heart pounding against your chest. “Kiss me.” He obliges and plants a quick kiss on your lips, and then he picks you up with one swift movement, making you squeal.

Your back hits the mattress as he lays you down, a giggle tumbling past your lips. The chain he wore swung in your face, and you reached up, hooking a finger through the chain to pull him closer. You meet in another kiss, all tongues and teeth, while you busy your hands with his undoing his belt. Eddie uses one of his hands to support his weight on the bed. “What do you want?” Eddie lays his forehead on yours, his cheeks flushed. 

Instead of answering with words, you wrap your hand around his and run it down your body until the heat of his hand is seeping through your sweats, and you feel the gentle pressure on your center. You feel yourself get even more turned on. Eddie rubs his hand over your sweats ever so slightly, but it’s enough to make your heart pound faster against your ribs.

“I see. You want my hands?” 

“Please,” You nod quickly, bucking your hips into his hand.

Eddie huffs out a laugh with a slight shake of his head. “I have no choice but to oblige.” He quickly gets to work with undoing the strings on your sweats and hooking his fingers into the waistband, and pulls them down, exposing your underwear that you were sure was soaked through at this point. And you couldn’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed about it. He takes off the fuzzy socks that you wore to keep your feet warm before pulling the sweats off your legs completely, kissing his way back up until he’s resting between your legs. His hands are on your hips, yours in his hair as he gets closer to where you need him the most. “You’re so wet for me, princess.” You could hear the smirk in his, but you don’t get the chance to think more over it, let alone say anything in return, because in the next second, Eddie is running his tongue over your covered core. 

You let out a curse when the tip of his tongue finds your clit. “Right there.” Your grip on his hair tightens, and you feel his fingers press into the skin of your thighs. 

“Hmm, I think I’ll have to get closer.” 

“Fuck, please.” You wouldn’t be surprised if you turned into a puddle at his touch. With nimble fingers, Eddie pushes your panties to the side, his breath now hitting your wet folds directly, causing you to let out a high-pitched whine.

“So fucking beautiful. Definitely worth the wait.” And then he spreads you with his thumbs and dives in, circling your clit with his tongue, lapping and sucking on it. You can feel sweat begin to form, your whole body growing hot under his ministrations.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you’re making, princess.” He replaces his tongue with a thumb, and the sudden change in pressure makes you moan loudly, your thighs clenching. “I'll take my time with you next time, but, right now, I gotta have you.” 

You definitely were not complaining. As much as you enjoyed the foreplay, you needed him inside you, reaching the places you couldn’t. Eddie sits back on his legs and pulls off his jacket and shirt. Just as he leans back down to cover your lips with his, he stops, his brows knitting together. “Condom?” 

“Fuck, uh…my bathroom. Top drawer.” You tell him. 

He smiles and lifts himself off the bed. “One second.” He disappears into your bathroom, and you reposition yourself so you’re on your knees, waiting patiently for him to return. You hear him rummaging around through the door for a moment before he reappears, a foil packet in his hand, stopping in his tracks at the mere sight of you sitting nice and pretty for him. His eyes visibly darken. “Fucking hell, sweetheart,” He groans. 

You don’t take your eyes off of him as he walks over with a triumphant grin on his face. Your eyes flicker down, catching the outline of his hard cock visible through his pants, a low whimper passing your lips.

“God, you’re so hot.” He pulls his bottom lips prisoner in between his teeth as positions himself behind you, placing a kiss on your shoulder blade. His lips sent a shiver through you. 

You look over your shoulder, watching as his stomach flexes as he unbuttons his jeans. “You aren’t too bad yourself.” Your mouth waters when he pulls out his cock. His eyes never leave yours as he rips open the condom wrapper with his teeth. 

You watch him roll the condom on, and then he’s got a hand on your hip while the other wraps around the base of his cock. “Are you ready?” 

You could only nod as he ran the tip of his cock through your folds a couple of times, nudging your clit, and causing you to tighten your grip on your blanket. “Please, Eds…” You whimper, your eyes squeezed shut, and then he’s slowly pushing into you, filling you up. 

Both of you are breathing heavily as he pulls out a bit before sliding in deeper, repeating that until he’s sheathed all the way inside you. A loud groan tumbled past his lips. 

“You're so tight, sweetheart; feels so good.” He pulls you up by the hips, so your back is against his chest, and he moves one of his hands to your cunt, his middle finger playing with your clit, making you clench around him. “So fucking good. Better than I could imagine.” His words make you smile. You place one of your hands on top of the hand he has on your hip, and he withdraws himself before thrusting deeper into you. His hips build up a rhythm that drives you insane. You push your hips back, meeting his thrusts as you widen your legs, wanting him even deeper. 

Eddie picks up the pace, the sound of his skin slapping against yours and both of your moas filling the room. “Fuck, the things I wanna do to you.” Eddie grunts; his deep, gravelly voice sends a shock through you. 

“Why don’t you do them then?” You look back at him, a challengingly glint in your eyes. 

Eddie lets out a strained laugh. “Oh, I will. Next time, you won’t be able to walk for days. I’ll have you in all the ways I could only imagine late at night with just my hand.” 

“Tell me about them.” Your words are followed by a moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot within you.

“I wanna make you cum so many times you can’t remember anything, not even your own name. Wanna have you so cock drunk, you can’t form proper sentences. Gonna have you bent over in front of a mirror and make you watch yourself fall apart on my cock.” You never thought you’d hear Eddie speak like this, and you can’t deny the way it makes you feel. Hearing him say these things while he fucks into you drives you insane. “Wanna see you on top, riding me with your tits bouncing with every movement, fuck.” He grunts, his thrusts speeding up. He moves in and out of you without problems. Each fantasy he’s told you makes you wetter than before, making it easier for him to slide in and out of you.    

The coil in your stomach is wound tight, and it looks like Eddie isn’t gonna last much longer either. “I’m gonna cum, Eds. I’m so close.” You collapsed onto your elbows, your upper body no longer able to stay up.

“I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He wraps his arm around your torso, moving you back up against his chest, and you’re able to hold onto him better. Being back in this position allows him to find the spot that makes you throw your head back with a moan.

“Right there.” Eddie’s whole body is tense, his skin covered with a sheen of sweat as he pounds into you. And then his thumb finds your clit, and you’re done for, an intense orgasm washing over you. Your walls clench around him, and that’s all it took for him to fall over the edge. He grunts into your ear as he thrusts into you a few more times, his cock twitching as he unloads into the condom.

Both your chests are heaving as you slowly recover. You’re now lying flat on your back, your head on your pillow, and you run your hands through your hair, brushing the strands stuck to your face with sweat away, looking up at the ceiling as you try to comprehend what just happened.

You just had sex with your best friend. And now everything might be ruined. God, you felt so stupid. You just ruined everything, and for what? Something that probably meant nothing? 

All these thoughts run through your head whilst Eddie lazily caresses your thighs, letting out a deep breath before he finally removes his hands from you and stands from the bed. You hear him walk into the bathroom, and you take the opportunity to sit up, the fabric of the hoodie you still wore stuck to your skin. Eddie walks back into the room, wet washcloth in his hand, his face still flushed a pretty pink, and you realize he has put his boxers back on. He opens his mouth to say something, but you beat him to it, your voice hoarse, “it’s late…you should go.” 

He stares at you in surprise for a moment before his face falls, and he slowly nods. You lay back down, not having the will to watch as he puts his clothes back on and leaves. You wait until you can hear the roar of his engine before you let the tears fall.

part two

notes: since tumblr apparently has a limit of how many people i can tag, if i noticed i had you in multiple taglists for stranger things, i removed the duplicate so i can tag more people!

PERMANENT TAGLIST ( if it's crossed out that means i couldn't tag you )

@prettylittlemoonlight @drayshadow @evanbuckbuckleyhowlett @wildestdreamcatcher @mushroomdemon9 @levylovegood @1-800-prostitutes @AllieAprilKnox @alexxavicry @hallecarey1 @moshpot24x @AlohaStitch_626 @lucyispan @linkpk88 @juneb3rry @loveshineslikethesky @liyinzen

STRANGER THINGS TAGLIST

@hehehehannahthings @polarisfae @Pinksloosh @mushroomdemon9 @bvmbshell @lilahloopsy @yeosangs-left-ass-cheek @angelbbygrl @wandamaximoffs-deadchild @marauderssworld @watchingteav @moshpot24x @scorpfairy @cherrypieyourface @soph69420world @itsquinoa @linkpk88 @milkiane @daffodil0darling @pastel-abyss-x @maruushkka @kiwi5335

EDDIE MUNSON TAGLIST

@polarisfae @spookyconsultingcriminal @findleynovadachs111 @1-800-prostitutes @marvel-starwars-nerd @marauderssworld @lovelyladymayyy @mcueveryday @watchingteav @ts1mikas @moshpot24x @scorpfairy @WolfOstar @pettyassbitch @pumpararapam @karagrace @susbuttercup @cherrypieyourface @cupidlvrrr @eddiemunsonhellfire @soph69420world @itsquinoa @lucyispan @centralperksfunds @daffodil0darling @pastel-abyss-x @zervopoulouu @3belladonna

#eddie munson #stranger things #joseph quinn #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fic #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson imagine #stranger things 4 #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #stranger things blurb #steve harrington #robin buckley

[tomatoswup]

Trigun and Perfume: A Headcanon 🥸

summary: Roulette through the Macy's Perfume Aisle! What's YOUR favorite character's perfume smell?

characters: vash the stampede, nicholas d. wolfwood, meryl stryfe, milly thompson

A/N: i said i was gonna make a headcanon post about trigun and perfumes didn't i 🥸 i had fun actually putting my frequent times smelling the perfumes at the Macy's perfume section to wORRKKKKKKK,,, have i smelled all of the perfumes listed before? yes, my friends and I are fiends for perfumes hehehe so we usually gift them out for birthdays or holidays. maybe i'll make another post that includes knives, roberto, zazie, etc. but I'll have to go perfume smelling for them. Enjoy!~

Vash The Stampede

Dior Sauvage Elixir

top notes: Cinnamon, Nutmeg, Cardamom, Grapefruit

-Vash would totally wear this perfume my top headcanon

-I can see Vash not being a fan of overall too sweet scents, but just a tad bit.

-This is his main perfume to any occasion,,,,loves that people can recognize he was there by just his smell heellloooooooooo? o//o

-He runs through this like crazy, but he does have the mini version!

My notes: This perfume starts off with a woody, musky and earthy scent at the first spray but as it settles, it leaves a very honey-like faint after-smell that makes the knees jelly. How wonderful for the Humanoid Typhoon! pheromones whoooooo :P

Nicholas D. Wolfwood

Versace Man Eau Fraîche

top notes: White Lemon, Rose Wood, Carambola

base notes: musk, amber, sycamore wood

-I can see Wolfwood lean more towards the woody yet aromatic/clean scents.

-Settles in well with his skin, giving the perfume a better twist with his own smoky/natural musk scent and the clean/fresh scent of the toilette mixing.

-Sprays once in a while, he's kinda broke :/ but it's okay! The bottle is a pretty nice size so it lasts a pretty long time!

-I didn't give him any deep musk scent bc mf already kinda has that smoker scent he's on his 100th pack atp

My notes: This scent delivers a faint musk smell but honestly it kinda reminds me of what the woods would smell like but amplified 2x if they were by a waterfall.

So moreover, if water smelled like a man. But honestly, I like this scent, it doesn't burn the nose like other man colognes/perfumes. Touché Undertaker!

Meryl Stryfe

Giorgio Armani Acqua Di Giolia

top notes: Lemon, Jasmine, Cedarwood

-Meryl is more of a fresh scent kinda person and this is that scent.

-It smells like peace tbh, and Meryl finds the fresh airy scent to it very comforting in the sudden chaos and trouble that always surrounds Milly and her.

-gets the smell of gun powder out of her nose palette.

my notes: if you're into very fresh scents that remind you of the nice scent of the sandy beaches or honestly like summer you'll like this one! Personally, this kinda reminds me of a freshly cut green cantaloupe(very specific hehe)

The tint of jasmine and lemon touches when you smell it give the calming effect it focuses on. Very Nice! Has to constantly rebuy bc she loses the bottle often

Milly Thompson

YSL Black Opium The Original

top notes: Black Coffee, White Flowers, Vanilla

-TOTALLY A MILLY SMELL

-LEGIT SMELLS LIKE A SOFT CARAMEL CANDY

-It's a very warm and sweet mix that I think she'll love smelling on her clothes and just generally the tint of vanilla in it.

-Honestly smells like flan,, or caramelized sugar :)

-tbh its my next perfume purchase They say it has coffee in it but it doesn't smell like it.

-I was torn between this perfume and the pink or green Burberry Her for Milly (the pink one smells like sweet strawberry yogurt and the green one smells like those lil containers of jellies that had little fruit pieces in them if you know you know) yes i have both of them

-But i found this to be a more fitting smell for her!

-Steal her jacket and it smells like Vanilla extract in the best way

My Notes: With a very caramel and vanilla smooth smell, this perfume leaves behind quite the scent of sugar and spice! A very sensual yet playfully smell of autumn! Nice taste Milly!

#vash x reader #trigun imagines #trigun headcanons #trigun #vash imagine #trigun stampede x reader #vash the stampede x reader #vash the stampede #nicholas d wolfwood #trigun maximum headcanons #tristamp headcanons #fragrance #trigun fragrance #meryl stryfe #milly thompson #personally obsessed with the sauvage elixir #yooooo what if- #bRAINROT IMMA GO TOUCH SOME GRASS #gonna need them coffee beans on hand to survive #LMAAOAOAOAOAOAOAOAAOAO

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can we please get random gojo hcs bestie ☆

say less 😌

Misc Gojo Headcanons

- This man has so many pictures of you its unreal. He had to make a separate folder for them and he can't bring himself to delete a single one

- The type of mf to think every pic of you is cute no matter how unflattering, he has a picture of you mid bite when you're out to eat, a pic of you looking absolutely miserable at work how did he get that and a pic of you slipping on ice 💀 please u gotta have a thick skin around him fr. This is not for the weak!! At first you think he's joking but he genuinely thinks all of them are so cute

- if ur close with your family he loves going over there and making sure they all like him, he takes it so seriously it's unreal

- on that note you know how babies and little kids in general are incredibly honest? Imagine one of your little cousins looks at him and is like "I don't like you" he just might actually start crying. That shit would prolly keep him up at night 😭

- he listens to trap music. No I won't elaborate

- Would definitely have a short lived phase of trying to force himself to like black coffee to impress you. WHY he thought that was the way to do it, we'll never know. You see him drinking it one day and he's making faces every time he takes a sip and eventually you're like "wtf are you doing 🤨 stop", and that's the end of that

- Tries to make you laugh during serious situations where you can't laugh. It comes to a point that u can't even look at him without busting out laughing. It makes u wonder if he's actually trying to make u look like a horrible person pls 😮‍💨

#i be playing like i hate this man but hes cute or whatever #jjk hcs #jjk x black reader #black reader #gojo x reader

[rainywashere]

Come Along for the Ride

(Copy and paisted from my wattpad @rainywashere, follow me if interested!)

A/N: This got quite a few reads so I decided to continue writing this even though honestly this shit is so cringy to me, but if you enjoy my writing, thank you, and I wrote this for weird people like you (**us) anyways have fun reading whatever this shit is lol. I bet all you horny mfs didnt even read this and skipped to the smut didn't you... lmfao hope you enjoyed either way.

WARNINGS: Uh I'm not sure if spencer is dom or sub so you can decide. Sex in car, riding, sex without protection, public sex, smut.

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I think I was the only person in the BAU to ever see inside Spencer Reids apartment. I don't think I would have ever gone in at all if he hadn't invited me over after work for a cup of coffe and to borrow one of his beloved books, which I promised to take very good care of. It reflected his mind. It was small. He told me he wouldn't know what to do with all of the space. What space he had was filled with books that I'm sure he had read front to back several times, boxes of random things, some of which I assumed to be evidince from cases that he had never managed to solve. 

"Sorry it's a little cluttered." He said awkwardly, grabbing an old cup of coffee from the counter and putting it in the sink. "I haven't been here in a while." We sat down at the small kitchen table together. "You haven't? Why?" I asked. "I spend most nights in the office." He said, starting to drink one of the two cups of coffee he had just made for us. I swear to god he was a fucking addict, but it was hard not to become addicted to it when you worked in the goddamn fbi. "Spencer." I sighed, putting my own cup back down on the table. "You have to get rest." He chuckled. "I do get rest, on the weekends." He said, shrugging. "Well you have to get more rest, okay Spence?" I asked him, actually concerned. "Yeah and I will!" He protested. "When we solve this case." I rolled my eyes. Mid roll my phone started ringing, it was hotch. "Speak of the devil."

"Hey Hotch, I've got Spencer with me. Whats up?" I put the phone on speaker so Spencer could hear, both of us were now high alert. "Hi, Morgan, Emily and I are going to check up on a potential suspect, we would apreciate if you both could join us in case we're in need of backup." He said, getting straight to the point. We both nodded even though it was just a phone call. "Yeah, of course, we're on our way."

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We met Hotch and Morgan outside the BAU sitting in a black SUV. Spencer and I climbed in the back next to Emily as they greeted us. As Morgan started driving to the suspects house, Hotch told us about him. "He's a 32 year old white man Named Gorman White who lives with his spouse, Sarah White, who is a 30 year old white female. The male was turned in by an unknown caller who said they had seen him in the area of the crime not long after it was said to take place. It's not definite, but he's the best we've got right now."  He said, his eyes locked on the world outside of the window. Spencer nodded slowly. "You said he's got a wife?" He asked. Hotch nodded. "You think she might be connected?" He shook his head. "No, this was definitly one person, and assumed to be a male." He replied. "When you interview Mrs. White, be sure to do it in a seperate room from her husband, she might be scared of him." I said. Emily nodded in response. "If it would help, I would be willing to question her, if she would be more comfortable with a woman." She said. "That would be great." Hotch said as we aproached the house. "Now lets go over the plan one more time, Spencer and Y/N, you'll stay in the car to lookout of he runs or we're in need of backup. Emily, you'll question Sarah White and I'll question Gorman White, Morgan, while they're all destracted, you'll search the house for any evidince." We all nodded.

Everything was going as planned, Reid and I were in the car waiting and keeping an eye out for the unsub and kins of for eachother. I felt his eyes on me, and from his reflection in the window I was looking out of, my feelings were proved correct. I had never seen him look at something, let alone someone with such a look in his eyes. I blushed a deep shade of pink and continued pretending to look out the window as his Hazel eyes traveled across my body shamelessly as I stared at his own body through the reflection. He looked hungry, for me. And I had to admit I was starting to feel the same way. Me and Reid had always had a bit of a tension between us, but I had never thought about acting on it, in that moment it was they only thing I could think of. Hotch, Morgan, Emily, and our potential unsub were far from my mind as I took a breath and turned around.

He looked away quickly. "Uh, did you see anything?" He asked, turning back to face me, his eyes still a little needy, but his face cold and relaxed. I shook my head. "Did you?" I gave him that look, and I almost regretted it for a moment when I saw his eyes widen in fear, he knew I knew. The fear went away as he looked into my eyes and saw the same amount of lust he had in his own. He nervously looked over my shoulder at the house before gently grabbing my face adnd pulling my lips to his and kissing me softly. My eyes slowly closed, melting into the kiss. For  doa person that was always made fun of for never having a girlfriend, he was a really good kisser. I swear to god it's always the fucking nerds that surprise you. I placed my hand on his back and then in his hair as it began to get more heated. "How long do we have?" I asked, trying to catch my breath. "I don't know." He said, also short of breath. His cheeks were cherry red and I smiled, pulling his face to mine and kissing him deeply. He grabbed my waist and pulled my onto his lap. He let out a little moan as I rubbed against his boner. "We gotta be quick." I said, looking twoards the house. I could see Derek inside, I wasn't worried that he would tell, but I knew that he would never let us hear the end of it. Spencer nodded and unbottoned his pants, then doing the same to my pants as I slid his cock out. I pulled my underwear down as he got himself ready. I lined him up with my entrance and looked at him. "You ready?" He nodded quickly. 

I slowly lowered myself onto him and stayed there for a few seconds to adjust. Spencer had his head thrown back and his hand on my ass. I started slowly going up and down, both of us moaning. "Fuck, you feel so fucking good oh my god..." He moaned. I took that as a que to go a little faster, and in turn his moans got louder. "Fuck Spence!" I screamed, throwing my head back as I bounced up and down on his dick. He reached up and pulled my bra and shirt down revealing my tits. They shook in his face as I bounced up and down and I could tell he was getting there. "Fuck, fuck I'm almost there." He moaned, I was right. "Me too, its okay, cum inside me." I bounced up and down as both of us felt the pressure build up. We came together and I could feel him filling me up as we both moaned and I rested my head against his chest. He was still inside me and I felt so relaxed. "fuck, that was amazing Spencer." I kissed him before getting off and we both put our clothes back on.

I don't think Morgan saw, but Emily was acting a little weird when she got back into the car.

#spencer #spencer x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #matthew gray gubler #public smut

[weirdducky17]

Personal Headcanons (UnderTale AUs Edition!)

(Part 1/?)

UnderTale, UnderFell and Underswap!!

Tis my personal headcanons of the skeleton brothers! I hope you like my interpretations of these wacky skele dudes!

UNDERTALE:

SANS

Ultimate Pun Master

The Sans-ational Sans

A very humerus comedian

One depressed mf

Very distrustful of anyone outside of his circle of friends and acquaintances

Closed off and introverted but can be extroverted in certain situations

I feel like he's not really someone interested in romance??

If he did have a romantic interest, he would definitely figure out his feelings very quickly but won't act upon them

Papyrus is his #1 Top Priority

Sorry fangirls but papy more important than you :[

Chugs the shit out of straight, black coffee

Naps a lot but is very hyper aware of his surroundings

A light sleeper. Often wakes up at night, def has insomnia.

Bottles up his feelings a lot until someone makes him snap

Very traumatized from the resets which in turn makes him have a very pessimistic view of the world and how he interacts with humans

He needs some loving, this very squishable skeleton :(

I kin him, he's me to a T.

PAPYRUS

The most hyperactive dude you'll ever meet

Wakes up at the ass crack of dawn fs

He has a lot of energy and most likely experiences a long period of burn out as a result

He has anxiety about not doing something active, he's not really someone who likes sitting still

He tends to put a lot of effort in different interests

He can cook great food, he just cannot grasp how to cook proper and edible spaghetti

Coffee gives him headaches so he prefers to drink tea instead, Sea Tea more specifically

Hides his emotions as well from his brother, worries that he's just adding more to his older brother's overflowing plate

If he had a romantic interest, he would he more bold in his displays of affection, sometimes outright declaring it.

His dating manual comes in very handy

Sans needs to pick up his goddamn sock >:[

Easily stressed baby

He needs a well deserved break

UNDERFELL

RED

My favorite boi 💕

Kind of a dick ngl

Very perverted and aint afraid to show this judging by his very suggestive and flirty comments

Wears a loootttt of gold jewelry, he looks great with them okay?

A simp must simp!

He's verryyyy touch starved, so bad its kinda sad—

Gamer boi, very cultured in the gaming community

Is a very pleasant guy once you get pass his flirty and kinda dick-ish behavior

If he had a romantic interest, he would try to deny it as having "vulnerable feelings" is considered a weakness in his underground

He got used to shoving his feelings deeeppp down and kinda just sucks up

But he's still the more expressive one, gets aggressive easily, him being upset is very obvious to tell and when he's happy it's more concealed but he's quite genuine

He's very proud of his brother, he'll do anything for Edge which is why he took the submissive approach in their brotherly dynamic

Doomfanger fucking hates him lol

EDGE

Mr Egotistical

Napoleon complex but taller

Quite an understanding person once you earn his respect

He has high standards and expects people to meet them

A real good cook, one of the few papyruses that makes great food... unless it's lasagna. It's a 50/50 if his lasagna has glass in it—

Best Cat Dad! Doomfanger is a spoiled baby, high quality tuna and fresh milk only for the bestest of kitties

I would hang out with him if I'm in a good mood ngl

If he had a romantic interest, he would expect them to make the first move 100%. This man had no idea how to do love

Def a tsundere

A tea enjoyer, golden flower tea is his favorite

UNDERSWAP

BLUE

No, it's not UwU Blueberry. We don't talk about him 😬

Is actually quite mature despite being quite hyperactive and have a childish nature

Very responsible and loves being active

He is a terrible cook but a great baker! He makes great cupcakes and cakes, needs work on presentation but its the thought that counts 💕

Is an empath, hyper aware of how people feel around him.

Secretly depressed

Gets annoyed pretty quickly

Doesn't back down easily and stands his ground very firmly if he believes he's in the right

Flirts casually and a cheeky person

Secretly insecure about how people see him

Hates being called short and treated like a child

STRETCH

My favorite Papyrus AU 💕

He snores loudly and prefers to sleep on the couch more than his own bed

He tries cutting down on his smoking by eating candy

Is just as distrustful as Sans but more overprotective of Blue

Will actually consider murder if someone hurts his brother

Flirts casually and isn't as interested in romance

He's very touch starved but he prefers to only show it if its his family or his future s/o

How to trust people 101

Very stressed which is why he took up smoking as a stress reliever

He has adult magazines hidden under his mattress, you can't convince me he doesnt— COUGH COUGH

He's a hoarder and quite messy, he has some cigarette butts still left over in his room

Hope you like my headcanons for them!!

Next headcanons are the Star Sanses and then the Bad Sanses!!

#undertale #undertaleaus #ink sans #nightmare sans #undertale au #underswap #underfell #underfell sans x reader #underswap x reader #undertale x reader #dust sans #sanssweep #sans the skeleton #sans

[attiredpan]

What kind of drivers the DS9 crew are

(Ft. My oc Amy)

Benjamin: Responsible Driver. Always gets there on time. Good choice of tunes or talks about cooking.

Kira: My Mother™️. Type of person to complain about that random mf who pulled out in front instead of waiting. You feel like she’s driving too fast, but she’s only going like 10 over the speed limit.

Jadzia: Chaos Incarnate. How does she still have a license, no one knows. Never been pulled over despite number of times she’s done 30 more over.

Ezri: Anxiety Driver. So much Hesitation™️. Honey, you can go now. Sweetest baby. Driving like 20 under. Worry™️.

Worf: We Will Be Early. The two hours early guy. So much coffee. Up hours before the crack of dawn. How does he function? Ratkajino.

Odo: Is The Car

Julian and Garak: The Teenage Girls. Music all the way up, screaming, windows all down. Takes the wrong turns but somehow gets there earlier.

Miles: Chill Driver. Gets there. No fucks to give, too tired. Had a gallon of whiskey spiked coffee on board. Irish shanties

Nog: We’ll Live™️. Doesn’t matter how we get there, we’ll be an hour early. King of Heart Attack Causation.

Jake: Chill with Chaos. Also doesn’t matter how we get there, we are going to get there. Will floor it through the four way intersection to beat the red light.

Amy: Quiet Driver. Always let’s people go before her. Cleanest record ever. The story of how she got her license is one that would make the Pah-Wraiths tremble at her feet. Only speeds on known empty roads and highways. So many backroads, where did she find them?!

Weyoun: My Dad™️. Relatively chill, probably fashionably late.

Damar: Coffee? No, that specific bottle of liquid black licorice called kanar. The car is so fucking clean.

Quark: Starbucks™️. There’s so many goddamn air fresheners, it gives you a headache. Why does the car look like most of his suites? No one knows how or why.

Dukat and Kai Winn: on the Do Not Drive List.

#star trek #star trek ds9 #ds9 #nog ds9 #jake sisko #oc | amelia hayes #benjamin sisko #odo ds9 #quark ds9 #miles obrien #gul dukat #kai winn #kira nerys #julian bashir #elim garak #jadzia dax #ezri dax #worf son of mogh #my oc’s #pan shut up

[gridadimorte]

random Sinclair brother head canons bc this movie is all I have thought about for months and I need to put these out there’s so ppl can agree w me bc I’m right:

-Lester is a pro w spicy food, like he’s that one white guy that will outdo you as a bipoc on spice level and put you to shame.

-I just know he’d love Thai food 😔

-bo however…

-bo thinks he has same taste buds as Lester, or at least he convinced himself that he does

-everyone at the table will warn him about ordering the hottest spice level even the waiter will warn him against it but Bo’s a fucking show off and he’s gonna suffer the consequences

-this man cannot do spice, I’m talking a lvl two has him sweating.

-one bite out of anything lvl 4 or higher and his head is in his damn hands.

- Lester has definitely tried to get bo to do those hot chip and noodle challenges and it’s def ended w bo dry heaving on the floor or threatening Lester through chugs of milk

- imagine taking these mfs to a Starbucks drive thru, lester is in the passenger seat, already knows what he wants, a pink drink w light ice ✨ or a dragon fruit lemonade

-Vincent is an artist so it’s only natural that he’s gonna go w a matcha drink, def an iced matcha latte but if he wants smth else I see him drinking chai lattes

-don’t get me started on Bo 🙄 it’s not gay to have caramel in ur coffee, like he’s not bisexual

- is gonna talk about how he ONLY drinks his coffee black, a barista’s worst nightmare

-but if it’s hot he’s gonna pretend like he doesn’t want any of those “damn fruity little drinks” (please get him a refresher or lemonade)

- I feel like Lester would like old school reggaeton despite not speaking Spanish

- All artists have one female vocalist that they worship, Vincent’s is björk. Definitely has a vespertine vinyl that was stolen from a victim’s bag, he’s absolutely hoping to “find” a post vinyl to go with it.

-crediting my friend for this one but Lester would absolutely love Waffle House 😭 dinner and a show

- tbh I really don’t see bo listening to a lot of country if any, maybe some johnny cash and a little Reba but I feel like that’s pushing it. I think his taste in music mostly stays within the rock and metal genres 😔 probably has the smallest music range out of all three brothers, sorry y’all </3

-bo has a cd and cassette playlist that he only shows people he likes, def nabbed some rare merch and cds from victims and you’ll have to pry them from his cold dead hands to touch them

-yes ik we can assume he mostly like nu metal and 90s metal/rock from the HoW soundtrack but I feel like bo def likes Black Sabbath too

-bo let me put u on she wants revenge 😩

- no one talk to bo if smth goes wrong in the kitchen, just mind your business (he’s just like me FR)

- dude cracks an egg just to get eggshell bits stuck in there and as soon as Lester and Vincent hear him sigh 🏃🏼‍♂️🏃🏻‍♀️ they’re out the kitchen

- Vincent’s fave insects r praying mantises

-Lester has crazy grilling skills but is not allowed to cook for his brothers anymore bc they’ve been secretly fed raccoon meat too many damn times (2x)

- Vincent makes the best pancakes and bo makes the best French toast 😤

- while they have jonesy and she’s loved by all three I think bo has a secret soft spot for little dogs

- bring him a small dog and he’s gonna talk about how he “doesn’t want that rat” but he’s gonna be buying them little sweaters and a nice dog bed within a day. Will even have the dog in his own jacket when it’s cold.

-got help w my sibling for this one, but if they played any video games these would be their faves:

Bo: duke Nukem (unironically)and doom

Vincent: postal and bioshock, I think he’d also enjoy the game ver of I have no mouth and I must scream

Lester: Turok evolution, I wanna say he’s insanely good at fighting games, probably plays tekken 3 and 4, but he never memorizes any of the character’s names so if you ever ask him who plays it’s “oh uhh that one fella with the fucked up eye”

-Lester kazuya and or hwoarang main

- imagine twitch streamer Lester 😭

-(sorry to any old school gamers my first console experience was a ps2 and I’ve never played on anything older </3 but I’d love to see yalls thoughts on their fave games considering they grew up in the 70s-80s)

- I already know horror movies don’t do a damn thing to the twins but imagine them playing a survival horror game together 😭 like the first outlast or even worse silent hill, them being in such a vulnerable and open position would freak them tf out

- the sibling arguing you’d hear over the ominous music coming from the tv bc bo refuses to let go of the controller and Vincent is angrily pointing and signing at bo like “no damn it you went the wrong fucking way you were supposed to go through the other door”

-bo will absolutely scream once or twice, Vincent will flinch violently or start panicking and trying to snatch the controller away from bo

- if you make them play just dance we all know Lester is gonna win

- imagine these bitches playing wii, bo would smack his brothers w the Wii remote on purpose 🤦🏻‍♂️

-pronouns n sexualities:

-bo: cis he/him and bisexual but doesn’t talk about it, doesn’t stop him from hitting on everyone regardless of their gender tho

-Vincent: he/they or they/he I cannawt decide but also bisexual

-Lester: He/Him I’d say Lester is cishet but there’s def times where he opens his mouth and it’s like……r u sure

That’s all I have so far but catch me adding onto this post over time 😏

#house of wax (2005) #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair #lester sinclair #these guys: lideraly killing ppl #me: here’s their top 5 fave animes #slashers #cupids headcannons

[fathermarty]

hi angel! would i be able to request a harry potter ship?

(preferably for the marauders era)

my name is katherine but i mostly go by kate. i’m a bisexual ravenclaw and my pronouns are she/her.

i am a waitress and an avid reader who has a thirst for knowledge. i’m somebody who loves learning about random things that spark my interest instead of school work (my grades aren’t bad but really not the best).

i play the guitar and my most played artists on spotify are lana del rey and the smiths (bit of a red flag??). i adore sixties/seventies rock with my entire heart. david bowie stan <3

i have three black cats (otto, marlon and hera) and two goldfish (jimi and stevie). they’re all my children. i used to have a third goldfish (emmeline) but otto ate her :(

i’m a sarcastic mess with a mean streak but i promise i’m really lovely when you get to know me. i smoke too much and have a caffeine addiction so im trying to get my shit together (it’s not working. my life’s a mess.)

sorry if this is really long? take you’re time obviously no rush at all. have a cup of tea and a good day <3<3

Okay, I know by reading this that we will become the best of friends. Also, thank you so much for requesting, + I hope you enjoy this. :)

I ship you with......

REMUS MF LUPIN

From the first moment I knew you were made for Remus, or he was made for you? Either way, you get what I mean. I HIGHLY, recommend listening to "Sweeter Than This" by Katie Herzig while reading this. It inspired me to write this, and I definitely included some quotes from the song for this. (They are in italics and blue coloring).

┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

One day you and Remus were paired up in Transfiguration after Professor McGonagall decided to split all the boys up because they were causing a ruckus. She wanted to eliminate any further disruption of her class -- but everyone knew that wouldn't last long. Of course, you know who Remus is, everyone knows who all the Marauders are. You know though that he is the brains of the operation, you can see it when they pull a prank + Remus is wearing a small smirk of success while the other three whoop + holler.

"You know Lupin, with those conniving plans of yours I would almost think you are Slytherin," You say to him once McGonagall resumes her lesson.

"Well Kate, if you spent more time trying to keep your life in order than focusing on mine you would have noticed the coffee stain on your shirt." He shoots back with a sideways smirk on his face. To your dismay, you did realize the front of your shirt had a small coffee stain right front and center.

Remus Bloody Lupin caught you off guard that day, + ever since you two have playfully taken jabs at one another. They went from in-class remarks to passing remarks in the corridor, to remarks to one another anytime one saw the other.

"Oi Lupin, whatcha reading? 10 Ways to Make My Enemy Love Me?" You joked sarcastically one day when entering the library.

"Why Kate why would I need that when you're already hopelessly in love with me?" He would shoot back with a matter-of-fact tone. The boy's friends staring at you two because Remus is usually the quiet + reserved one, + to see him interacting with a sassy Ravenclaw was new.

"If you think ragging on you every bloody time you enter my field of vision is a gesture of love, you might want to reevaluate your standards mate. I think they may have fallen shorter than Sirius."

"HEY!" Sirius put his hand up to his heart in mock hurt, looking between both you + Remus noticing the comfortable familiarity between the two of you.

Remus would blush when they guys ask him about you. Remus is used to sharing everything with the boys + part of him wanted the moments he shared with you to stay strictly between the two of you. He didn't want to share your attention with anyone else.

Eventually Remus found himself wanting to learn everything he can about you. He knows you enjoy books, the occasional smoke at night, + playing guitar in the astronomy tower when you think everyone is busy. Remus became infatuated with you when he noticed you playing the guitar with a cigarette hanging from your lips. The way your hair fell effortlessly around your face with your blue + bronze school tie undone + lazily hanging around your neck. (I know you probably, smoke a vape, but the cigarette aligned better with the image in my head.)

"You know how you mentioned I was hopelessly in love with you?" You said startling Remus, "I think that was you projecting your feelings onto me. When are you going to quit watching me from afar + have an actual conversation with me?"

This was the beginning of your + Remus' late-night adventures, every night you would meet at the Astronomy tower + either talk about the book you are reading or attempt to teach him a guitar.

"I like to watch you play Kate, you look so at peace." He tells you one night.

You turn your body so your knees are touching his leg, "If I didn't know any better Lupin I would say you're flirting with me."

"Would that really be an issue?" Remus never ceases to amaze you, + that is something you have adored about him since your first interactions. The fact that he is himself, + the confidence he exudes with you makes your heart dance.

"I guess it wouldn't be an issue if you would just-" before you can finish your snarky remark Remus grabs your knee to pull you impossibly closer.

"Just what Kate?" He said looking into your eyes with such intensity.

"Merlin Remus, will you just kiss me already?" + kiss you he did, it was something you never experienced before in your life. When he kissed you it was gentle but full of passion. So much so that you find yourself relaxing into his touch + he smiles.

"I have been waiting to do that since I saw you with that coffee stain on your shirt." He said smiling.

"I've been waiting for you to do that since you caught me off guard with your wit. What took you so long?"

Remus tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, "Because someone like me doesn't deserve the raw and precious beauty you possess." Without thinking you bring Remus into another kiss. This time you put all the love + pent-up feelings you had for the boy into it. Conveying to him that no matter what living is simple when love isn't broke.

Things between the two of you got more intimate, but Remus began to push away, fearing what you would think if you knew about his furry little problem.

You knew his secret, hell you knew what the other Marauders did for him monthly. You have called the Astronomy tower your home away from home since you first attended Hogwarts. Of course, you notice Remus every full moon, + when the other three animals showed up + started taking care of the wolf you knew it was his friends.

"Remus Lupin, if you do not show up to the damn Astronomy tower tonight I will come to the Gryffindor common room and kick your arse." You told him one morning after he missed not one but TWO nights. The boys gave him a look + he couldn't help but look down in shame. It broke your heart to see him like that, but you knew what you were going to show him tonight would make up for it.

You had spent the past few weeks during your free period putting together a small journal of the next few years with all the moon phases + when the full moon would be out.

When Remus saw what you had done he didn't even need to ask if you knew because by this gesture + attention to detail it was obvious you knew. Of course you bloody knew, you're a Ravenclaw.

Without hesitation he wrapped you up in his arms + buried his face into your hair, "I love you, Kate." Remus whispered into your ear planting a kiss to your temple.

"I love you, Remus." You pull away to give him a kiss before saying. "You can fix anything with a kiss."

He smiles at you, "If life gets any sweeter than this, I don't want to know."

└── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS WITHOUT FINISHING IT HAHAHA, I AM SO SORRY. Anyway, I had so much fun writing this, I love Remus with my whole heart + I think he deserves the world. Thank you so much for requesting @divinekills I really hope you like it!

✰REMEMBER; if you would like a ship go to my Navigation (it is pinned on my profile), + read over the "Ship Request Info" before you request!

#remus lupin ship #remus lupin #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin headcanon #marauders fluff #marauders fan #marauders ship #marauders matchup

[ungratefulbeyotchhotline]

so this weekend

i picked him up on thursday night & it was a little awk for a second i could tell he was anxious ahhh i parked and waited for him at baggage claim & he said no one had ever done that for him before! he's taller than i remembered 😍😍 and his eyesssssss aaaah theyre like the darkest brown almost black hes so fuckin FINE i cant handle it anyway we got his shit and walked back to the süb & before i opened the trunk i went for it and kissed him!!!!! in the parking garage!!!

drove him back to mi casa and lowkey i dont really exactly remember what happened? i think we fucked like as soon as we got in hahaha ok but fr. dude. bro. the dick??? c'est magnifique!!! i dont wanna be gross and get that much into it but sheeeeeeit it was fuckin GREAT plus i s2g he fingers like a lesbian that mf had me writhinggggggg!!!! i dont even know the last time id cum like that aaaahh so gooood so so so good

we really didnt leave my apt much hahaha we got food yesterday and coffee this morning but other than that we were literally just vibing doing nothing watching nathan for you and cuddling if not fucking it was such a vibe he is such a vibe

he wasnt super expressive i guess is the right word like mostly i would say how i'm feeling and he would be like "me too same!" and we played some wnrs and he was kind of vauge but i mean everybody expresses shit differently & we literally had not seen each other in years

he said i should come out to denver & i want to! i havent looked at dates or tickets or anything yet but i will tmrw probly. i need to sleep lowkey i didnt sleep great but its bc we cuddled & held each other all night so i aint mad abt it at all 🥰

OH before i forget he was showing me smth on twitter & went to search and when u open search it shows who you searched for most recently and guess who was in the number one spot????? me baybeeee!!! spicy herself!!! hehehe i know you feel abt me the way i feel abt you 🥰🥰🥰🥰

i didnt really bring up feelings other than just saying how much i really really really like him. i dont wanna pressure dude or be too much too fast! he really is just such a great human i like everythinng about him & i really dont wanna fuck this up

i wish i kissed him more 🥲

#jeanshorts #spicy x jrts 2k5ever

[sunthug]

𝟏𝟓: 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

— Chapter 15 of Call of Duty: Kinktober (2023)

In which Alex gives Gaz the perfect "pick-me-up".

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: Kyle "Gaz" Garrick & Alex Keller

𝐱: workplace setting, suggestive, non-sexual pairing, mentions john price and simon riley, 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈 A/N: i ship these two so mf hard, it's not even funny. (736 words)

The coffee machine whined before seeping inky, dark liquid, filling the glass carafe below. Gaz massaged the back of his neck, his head tilted back in a lazy stance of impatience.

Boy, he thought, am I in for a day.

The breakroom had been relatively quiet aside from the sputtering of the coffee machine. It should have been easy for Gaz to hear the door open behind him, followed by heavy boots and a voice.

Alas, he didn’t.

“Garrick!”

Gaz jolted as a hand clapped against his back. An arm decorated with greys and blacks hung around his shoulders. He followed the designs until they disappeared behind him. He turned his head, tracing the bared fangs of a colorful, Japanese-styled cobra before meeting the eyes that studied him.

“Huh?”

“I said…‘good morning’ and ‘how are you,'” Alex grinned, the corners of his eyes deepening with humor. “Well?”

“M’good,” Gaz mumbled, scratching his chin. He scoffed out a laugh and shook his head. “Sorry, mate. It’s been a long morning.”

“Yeah? No kidding.” Alex quietly laughed, nodding his head down at the brewing coffee. His arm remained around Gaz for a moment as he looked back over.

“Gotta be careful with caffeine,” he continued as if he spoke from experience. The daylight coming from a nearby window caught the blues of his eyes. Gaz noticed, upper lip twitching with a smirk.

Gaz nodded. He relaxed under the warmth of Alex’s arm. The touch quelled the tension in his back. His eyes settled on the pot before him, and his foot began to tap. “I’ll be careful."

He was careful, but he was more than ready for that coffee. That kickstart it would offer after a few sips. That internal hug from a mug…

Alex’s arm slid away, his hand rubbing the muscles of the Sergeant’s back tenderly. Gaz didn’t even catch the words the man spoke, too lost in his thoughts about his cuppa when-

The tips of Alex’s fingers were noticeably colder as they brushed over the collar of his shirt, igniting his skin. The sensitivity of his neck was exposed the second Gaz sucked in a sharp breath, body flinching before he stiffened again.

Alex watched, head tilting as his eyebrows raised in amusement.

“On edge, are we?” the man quipped, lips pulling into a slow smile. Gaz ignored the heat crawling up his neck and to his cheeks. His head swung back in forth as he took a pointed step forward.

“Like I said, Keller,” he huffed. “Long morning.”

Gaz pressed against the counter, biting the inside of his cheek as his hands fumbled with the stack of disposable cups. All thoughts had muddled into one: the ghost of Alex’s touch lingering on his skin.

Alex opened his mouth to speak, stopping promptly as the door swung open with a swarm of words. It had been John, talking absentmindedly with the Lieutenant on his heels. Alex’s head snapped to the two, while Gaz kept a tense back against the noise.

“Ah, just the blokes I need. Kyle. Alex. My office, will you?” John spoke quickly as he flitted from the fridge and back to the door, a bottle of water in his hand. Ghost trailed him like a shadow, something of a file in hand that caught the Captain’s attention once again.

“Sure thing, sir,” Alex returned with a short nod, his body facing the door as John and Ghost exited. He took a glance over his shoulder, pursing his lips.

Gaz kept his head lowered, methodically ripping open a third packet of sugar and pouring it into the cup. He paid too much attention to the way it dissolved in the steaming pool of java.

What the fuck was that, Kyle?

Alex reached out, patting the Sergeant’s left shoulder as if to either say ‘see you later’ or ‘I know, it’s okay’. The thought of both made Gaz close his eyes, bottom lip tucked between his teeth.

“Can’t keep the Captain waiting,” Alex called over his shoulder as he walked out, the door closing painfully slow behind him. Gaz didn’t move until he heard the ‘click’. He deflated immediately, dispelling a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Bloody…Christ,” he growled, slamming a hand on the counter. Gaz snapped a lid over his cup before taking it in a tight hold, ignoring the subtle tent that had set up camp between his thighs.

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© 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐔𝐆 || 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭, 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭, 𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐢𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬, 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧.

𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 / 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞.

#sunthug writing #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #kyle garrick x alex keller #alex keller smut #kyle garrick smut #galex cod #call of duty fic #cod kinktober #call of duty kinktober #kinktober 2023 #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3

[shadowbriar]

Regulus Black, Remus Lupin - The Star to Your Moon

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader x Remus Lupin Word Count : 1.3k Warning : An epilogue of a series I'm trying to craft. Synopsis : As their ship begins to sink, she wonders if she could love the moon as much as she loves the star. Notes : Post no 7 for my Year Anniversary Celebration. If you'd like to be tagged for the next chapters, please fill the form here! If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕ Taglist: @jsjcue @coffeehurricanes @ell0ra-br3kk3r @kaz-mf-brekker @sofiacblair @when-you-cant-think-of-anything @ineedmentalhelp123

The wind was blowing gently, making the grass and flowers around them dance softly to nature’s ballad. The sun was kind today. Its warmth showering them without burning their irises when they look up to the sky. Birds sing along as they fly, becoming the background singers for their beautiful setting. This picnic was perfect.

Regulus has his head resting on her lap. His eyes were closed, darkness getting lighter whenever the sunlight hits his closed eyelids but it was nothing of displeasure. He listens to the quietness and bustling sound of his surroundings attentively. He missed such serenity.

“You’ve been more quiet lately,” She notes, her fingers playing with the curls of his hair “A sickle for your thought?”

Regulus let out a soft sigh. His eyes were still closed, trying to hold on to the moment as long as he could. He loves the serene atmosphere that she always brought him. How he could hear all the noise dampen whenever he sees her or how the world seems to be at pause whenever their skin touches. Regulus prays that he could find a spell or incantation to stop time altogether. Especially since a certain threat is looming around, menacing to rob him of such luxury.

“You know you can talk to me about anything.” She continues gently.

“I know,” He replies, eyes fluttering to see her “But sometimes I only want to listen to you. Not just your words, but your laughter, your breathing, everything. I want to record it all in my head.”

She smiles, leaning to kiss his forehead, “What a sappy little man you are, Regulus Black.”

“Only for you.”

Indeed, only for her.

Nothing could have prepared him when the universe let his eyes catch her years ago at Kings Cross Station. He had always thought himself undeserving of love, too distant and fractured to ever be touched by such kindness, yet he was proven wrong the moment she greets him. He knew that he was bound for life with her. That he’s willingly given up his heart to her palms, not caring if she would take it and hold it gently or stomp it to the ground. All he knew was that he was hers from day one.

“I learned something over the break.” Regulus says excitedly as he sits up, picking the little daisies around them and meddling with it.

“What are you doing?” She asks with an amused laughter, resting her chin to his shoulder.

She watches him with a grin. His fingers were busy folding and twisting the stem of the small flowers, still in complete silence. His brows were furrowed, complete determination to finish the task he’s trying to do at the moment. After a few minutes a small ring of flowers was made. His proud smile decorated his face as he brought it up for her to see.

“May I?” He asks.

She nods, giving him her right hand.

Regulus slipped the ring on her ring finger. It was slightly too big but the happy smile on her face overthrew every insecurity he had about the crooked ring. He looks back to her finger, kissing the back of her hand as if he's trying to seal something.

“I now pronounce you, Husband and Wife,” She jokes “You may kiss the Bride.”

He chuckles, placing his right hand to cup her cheeks, his left still holding her hand, “You’re silly.”

“Only for you.” She returned his words “Now are you going to kiss the Bride, or—,”

Her words we cut as he leans in. They both were smiling in between each peck. Silent ‘I love you’s’ exchanged from the tender gesture. Their heart was filled with love, head blissful in ecstasy, completely unaware of the darkness brewing around them.

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The first day back to Hogwarts has been brilliant so far. Ending the day with her prefect duty, she recalls the delightful moment spent with her lover earlier. The pieces of flowers she tucked on his hair, the flower ring he gave that now sits on her bedside table, the memory of his loving gaze, everything was so perfect.

It would be an understatement to say that she loves him. There’s nothing she wouldn’t do, nothing she wouldn’t sacrifice whenever Regulus is in the equation. He is her anchor, her star, her everything. There would be no her if there was no Regulus.

Her walk was coming to a halt as she noticed the commotion happening a few metres in front of her. It was dark, the limited light her wand gave did not do much to help her assess the matter happening but she recognises the man standing closest to her. His back was facing her, acting as if he was on guard to watch whatever mischief his friends were doing.

“Lupin,” She calls, amused.

She could hear the faint ruckus happening behind the pillar a few metres behind him. She could recognise whose voice one of them belongs to. It’s not practically hard to decipher who’s responsible behind such tumult when it comes to Lupin.

“Hello, there.” Remus greets as he turns to face her, suppressing his stunned expression with a smile “Nice patrol so far?”

“You could say that,” She replies. Her hands are now folded to her chest, still smiling. She turns to the suspicious pillar, calling them out “I know you’re there, Sirius. Supposed Potter and Pettigrew are with you too, hm?”

Silence.

“Come on, you can come out.” She says again “Don’t make me go there and hex you three.”

Sirius walks out the pillar sheepishly. He opens his arm wide, looking as if he was delighted to see her, “Darling, hello! What a pleasant surprise!”

James and Peter follow behind him. The two of them waved and smiled at her awkwardly.

She averts her gaze back to Remus, her brows raised, “You’re not really condoning them for their mischief now, are you Lupin? That wouldn’t be a good look for a prefect, would it?”

“Oh no, I wasn’t.” Remus denies, shoving his arms into his pockets “I don’t even know these kids. Never seen them my entire life.”

She bites down a smile. The gentle gaze Remus has was hypnotising. That kind smile and soft tone he offered were making her feel safe. They haven’t truly been friends. The most interaction they’ve done would be passing by each other during their night watches, just like the situation unravelling at the moment, minus the three rascals behind him, of course.

“Give us some lenient, would you, Love?” Sirius begs “This would be the first and last encounter of us, I promise.”

She squints her eyes, pretending to take her time to make a decision. She knew for certain that this wouldn’t be the last time she would catch them red handed. Giving them a pass now would only make her one of their future accomplice but she was in a good mood today. One pass shouldn’t hurt.

“One time,” She says firmly, her finger pointing at Sirius before turning back to Remus “And you’ll continue my patrol for the rest of the castle, Lupin.”

“Deal,” Remus grins, offering his hand “And please, call me Remus.”

She takes his hand, smiling at his kind gesture.

With one last warning look at Sirius, she turns her heel and walks away. The light of her wand was getting fainter with each step she took and Remus knew he shouldn’t have had his eyes glued on her for too long, but there was just something about her he couldn’t shake off. The way her eyes sparkle and how she seems to be collected at all times. Calm and firm but still kind and understanding at the same time. Something Remus always admires in someone.

At least, that’s the excuse he’s giving to himself.

#regulus black #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black x oc #regulus black x y/n #regulus black angst #regulus black fluff #regulus black oneshot #remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x oc #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin angst #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin oneshot

[halcyon-writings]

iii. new developments

toji fushiguro/reader

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note(s): soooo, it has been a while, but we have arrived to part 3 of this little au. idk how many in total there will be but i am thankful to those of you who stuck aorund during the mini break !! mentions of the zenin family bc these mfs can’t give this little family a break ig (they don’t actually make an appearance here) + an appearance of a few four legged friends. (also should i make a tag list for this one, i genuinely didn’t think this would get the reception it did but thank you very much!!)

megumi was a fairly low maintenance kid, which was something both you and toji were immensely grateful for. he never cried, never really threw a tantrum, and if he had ever done any of those things, it was always for a good reason.

which was why when you woke up that morning, the small dreadful feeling in the back of your mind never went away. you were off today, and toji had “work” today. and while he never talked about what he had done in the full nitty gritty details, you had enough context to know it was more or less in the grey area of legality. (that and siwoo had promised that it wasn’t bad).

you shrug on a thin cardigan, with a slightly muffled yawn, as you head to megumi’s room, the boy still sleeping, barely visible due to cocooning himself in his blankets, save for some tufts of messy black hair sticking out. 

no matter what you or toji had tried, his hair was always chaotic at best and downright untamable at worst. 

and as if sensing you were in the room, he begins to stir, as you hear a soft yawn before he peers up at you from his little blanket cocoon. 

“morning,” is said in a soft whisper.

“morning to you too,” you respond, “how do you feel about pancakes for breakfast?” 

usually the offer of fluffy pancakes doused in syrup would no doubt have even the calm boy rushing to get up, but at his lack of reaction you raise an eyebrow in concern.

“gumi?” 

he yawns again, slowly sitting up, “i’m okay, still sleepy.”

you nod, stepping through the doorway and playing with the sleeve’s hem of your sweater, “feeling okay?”

he nods.and he seems to be considering something before he shakes his head, slowly stepping onto the floor and leaving the blanket behind him. 

you ruffle his hair, only getting a small frown that doesn't have any real heat behind it, “alright, i’ll let you get dressed, but if you’re not feeling well…”

“i’m fine i pinky swear.”

“oh you pinky swear huh? sounds serious, okay. i’ll believe you.”

and like that you wrap your pinky around his, and in turn, exit the bedroom, and making your way to the kitchen.

megumi was, for the most part, panicking. he had carefully tucked the blankets underneath the scuffling animals but he couldn’t trap them on his bed forever. 

the best scenario was either you or his dad coming into the room and seeing what he had hoped you two would believe are stuffed animals, but the worst case scenario was seeing a small petting zoo of white rabbits all over. 

he holds his head, maybe practicing so early in the morning wasn't the best idea...

but then he hears your voice calling him and the rabbits, as he doesn’t realize are extensions of himself, stand on their hind legs, noses sniffing the ear and only becoming more excited once they hear you, before jumping around. 

megumi panics. 

the last pancake is flipped, returning to the hot pan just so that it can brown a little further. you take the dish already with a stack for the two of you to share and bring it to the table, your own cup of coffee in your spot, steam still rising slightly. 

you hear megumi’s footsteps, and then little thumps. you raise an eyebrow. immediately ruling out that it wasn’t the worm, as toji had brought it along with him. 

‘just in case,’ he had said yesterday evening, before leaving. he’d probably be back if not even a bit later in the day, you’d probably save him some, probably. 

the thumps continued.

“megumi?” you call. no response, but the thumps continue. so you do what you always planned at the idea of someone breaking into your home (or even god forbid it was your husband’s relatives, you think with a shudder), you decide to go and check it out. 

you call him again. 

only a rushed answer is your response, you check that the pan is off of the burner and everything is off, before heading to your son’s room. 

when one goes to their child’s room, sure you expect a mess, after all, you don’t expect it to be flawless or anything. but you certainly do not expect the sight you’re currently seeing. well, of the several sights really. 

some of megumi’s books scattered on the floor, a plush thrown in one side of the room and another near the door as it bounces off of your foot, his bed was in complete disarray, with blankets and pillows strewn about and you have to consider anything but feather pillows with the amount floating in the air. your eyes grow wide as you survey the room one more time. 

rabbits, like living breathing, rabbits, everywhere. while you’re no sorcerer, swearing away from that, especially with toji and his former career choice. not that you blamed him. 

“i don’t know what to do,” is a quiet murmur as megumi looks around at the animals excitedly moving around his room. 

inklings of your own childhood training have you kneeling before him, taking his hands in your own. giving him the reassurance you hadn’t received. 

“it’s okay,” you say, “just take a deep breath, can you do that for me?”

a shaky nod.

“it’s okay, you’ll be alright.”

you swear you hear him whimper as you hug him tight. your hold around him tightens, you and your husband had to have a chat when he came home. 

“now come on, we have some fluffy pancakes waiting for us.”

toji likes to think he’s a collected person. never letting anyone under his skin and never showing any sort of reaction.

but when the worm lifts its head from the perch on his collarbone, and hisses in the direction of your apartment building, he’s fully alert. the cup of espresso (which he totally blames on you for getting him addicted by the way) left abandoned on some trash can. he wasn’t a neanderthal after all.

an incredulous sigh left his mouth, someone really had the guts to go after you two, hm? well, at least he would make sure they’d regret it. 

only, he doesn’t expect the sight he’s welcomed to. the front doorway was empty, that wasn’t unusual, yours and the kiddo’s shoes were there. but the poignant silence was just a bit disquieting.  

you scramble over, your arms holding shapes he couldn’t even see, your mouth ajar with surprise.

“oh hey honey!” you’re out of breath, adjusting your arms for what you were holding, “i didn’t hear you come in, uh, are you hungry? we have some leftover pancakes...”

you’re not sure if his laughter is directed towards you, or at the way you carefully look at the ground while trying not to step on something, familiarity of their master’s other parent gaining their curiosity. while on your end you’re saving the mental image of the rabbits sniffing and running around your man curiously.

but the atmosphere breaks when your expression becomes slightly serious, “it’s his technique, that’s the zenin’s isn’t it..?”

toji is silent, his lips thin, eyes unreadable and you feel your worst suspicions confirmed. 

“toji.”

“yes, it is.”

the walk past the small living area is silent, you both walk past your son, who’s already settled onto the couch with the remainder of the little animals, watching a cartoon. at least you were certain the conversation would be in private then.

you were no stranger to the way jujutsu families worked. the only thing you could be grateful for was the lack of prominence of your family. but the zenin? they were on a very different level, and not in a good way. 

while the both of you had made it a thing to simply ignore your families and their ties to sorcery, megumi’s technique soon made you both realize that mistake, and that it had to be rectified immediately. 

hurried whispers were exchanged between the two of you. your hand trembled, your brother did owe you a favor…

sensing your train of thought, toji grabs your hand, “we aren’t giving them the satisfaction,” he says easily, as if deciding what you both were going to make for dinner and not something that could potentially damn megumi’s future given his inherited technique. 

you purse your lips, about to speak when you notice the door slightly ajar. megumi, your usually nonplussed child, looked between you both while his hands nervously fiddle with the hem of his shirt, one of the small bunny rabbits pawing at his shoe, trying to comfort him in some way, the sight makes your heart squeeze painfully. 

“it’s my fault,” is no question, and before you can assure him otherwise, toji already is kneeling before him, a rare tenderness in his eyes reserved for very few, his hand resting on top of the boy’s unruly hair.

“no, not your fault kid, it will never be your fault,” his eyes widen in surprise when he feel’s smaller arms wrap around him in a tight hug, usually teasing the messy haired child for such a show of affection, toji wisely kept quiet. instead, he stands, son in his arm while another gives your hand a squeeze.

despite your uncertainties, you know that deep down you were all going to get through this together, somehow.

and when your son crawls in between you both later at night, burrowing underneath the blankets, there is no protest from you both, instead, megumi falls asleep better with the two of you holding onto him a little tighter. 

in the morning, you realize that maybe the numerous rabbits were not the problem, but instead it was the pair of dogs nearly pushing toji off of the bed, curled protectively around the young boy. 

“is there more?” you ask megumi with a yawn, rubbing the white dog’s head gently as it leans into your hand.

the boy strugs, cuddling into his dogs for warmth and you can’t help but throw your head back and laugh.

#domestic toji au #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #fushiguro toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #jjk imagine #toji x reader #mine

[toorumochi]

꒰🖇꒱ 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐮 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚 ♡꙼̈ ࿐ ࿔

I wanted to create an analysis on how Gakushuu would fit the Dark/Light Academia aesthetic and Karma the Chaotic Academia aesthetic as well as add headcanons, some mood boards and much more to this post! I hope you will enjoy! 🕯

At the beginning I was planning to put their mood-boards and explain them, but I found that I would have spoiled it and you guys probably wouldn't have any idea about the context of this whole post, so maybe I'll make a very short (hopefully understandable) introduction:

KaruShuu - College - Couple

bam.

Okay but for real now, the whole context of this is that Karma and Gakushuu go to the same college where they share a dorm room and are also dating which is so much more exciting for the upcoming headcanons I've prepared, wohoo! 🤎

So now you've received the explanation to this entire chaos, now it's time for the introduction to these two and why that specific Academia! Enjoy! <3

First, let's go with Gakushuu 🧡

I've been thinking about this for a long time now, and I ended up with this: That the Dark Academia Aesthetic would fit Gakushuu magnificently so here we are.

Some dark academia key values that I think would fit Gakushuu: caffeine bursts; working for victory (screams Gakushuu); neat handwriting; stacks of old books; oversized but stylish sweaters; scented candles; so much poetry; only black ink pens; chess; visiting museums every weekend; vintage watches (he would steal them from Gakuho lol); existentialism, coffee. a lot of it; handwritten letters to we know who <3

I made a mood-board for him!! :D

I'm not sure if I should add an explanation to every thing on this picture but let's just go with it (I wanted to add so much more things to this but it would overflow and look messy :(()

⁽ᵗʰⁱⁿᵏⁱⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ⁱᶠ ᴵ ˢʰᵒᵘˡᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵃᵈᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵇᵘᵗ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵈᵉˢᶜʳⁱᵖᵗⁱᵒⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ⁱᵗ⁾

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Dried fruit - I feel like he and Karma would have dried up fruits all around their dorm room, and it would smell amazing.

Coffee mugs with fluffy cream on top - He refuses to leave the dorm without a cup of his coffee. He is addicted to it and Karma is concerned.

A net bag - listen. I saw oranges and had to add it. No explanation needed he would just have one and be fancy with it

Candles - he would have so. many. of. them. And each of them would have a different smell, through his favourite is the sandalwood one

Figs - I have literally an essay on "Why I think Figs would be Gakushuu Asanos favorite fruit" written. But to cut it short I think he would be the type to like sweet fruits a lot, and since figs when ripe kind of taste like honey - he also loves to eat them with anything, whether in the form of jam, or with cheese and nuts, or as a snack during lectures when the lecturer is not looking; The figs are just perfect and he could eat them all day long.

That one specific notebook he takes everywhere - he takes it with himself everywhere and anywhere; it's also forbidden to look inside. Even Karma himself is too cowardly to peek inside. However, he once said that although the cover looks like it has gone through two wars, Gakushuu's notes inside are very neat.

Chess pieces - Gakushuu is a god when it comes to chess, he can and will challenge anyone when it comes to chess. He carries some random chess pieces around in his coats or backpacks.

Pen - Gakushuu owns only one pen, reason: Karma loses all his own pens, so when he asks Gakushuu to borrow him one, he would just reply "I only have one" and with that no-one bothers him when it comes to borrowing pens.

Turtlenecks - turtlenecks, always. He wears them with anything and he is still the most stylish mf in the entire campus

Typewriter - he would own a typewriter in their room. Shhh he writes poetry for Karma that he gives to him in the library on their study dates.

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Karma time!

The academia aesthetic I choose for him is... Chaotic Academia!

I think our boy wouldn't fit the dark nor light academia, so I went with the chaotic academia ;))

Some chaotic academia key values that I think would fit Karma:

top buttons undone; losing so many pens, way too many (I wrote a headcanon about this); notes, books and paper sprawled messily over his desk AND floor; hand written letters, but on the same paper as his class notes; curse words in latin; random things in his coat; socks never matching. ever; messy but good-looking hair; ridiculous Shakespeare pick up lines he tried on Gakushuu; coffee in shot glasses;

Here a moodboard for him! ❤️

(Karmas mood-board is more full thank Gakushuus- I'm so embarrassed.)

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Math notes in literature class - Is there more to add? He would solve equations in his literature class, but right next to the math question would be a latin curse word or a short, very, very chaotic poem

Heavy, black boots - no matter what occasion, he will dress the way he wants; an assembly where they have to dress very formal: Heavy boots, looking like he rode here on a motorcycle with a black jacket. Beneath the jacket? The sweater with the cat on the mood-board.

Outfits - anything BUT the uniform or formal wear

cookies - yes, he might be chaotic but he makes the best, and when I say the best, I mean the B.E.S.T cookies out there. Gakushuu is a big fan but won't admit it to Karma. Karma makes them with fig jam just for Gakushuu, God he loves them.

Stack of thrifted books - he doesn't have the time to buy expensive and new books when there is a book thrift store right around the corner with any book he likes; he has at least 5 stacks in the dorm stacked under their small table they eat/study at. The times they were kicked over on accident is uncountable

lighter - he doesn't smoke, but he likes to light some corners of his notes or letter on fire for a second to make them look 'vintage' or 'cool'.

A tiny bottle of blood - he keeps it in his jacket pocket; no-one knows who's blood it is and it's leaving people in fear

A small bag with all sorts of things - animal teeth he found in the woods, wasabi (a classic), mouse trap, gum, emergency pen (update: he lost it), some random receipts; crushed flower petals ??? and much more.......

Dried flowers - he puts them into his heavy books to dry, and when they are finally all dried up and pretty, he gives them to Gakushuu (Gakushuu then frames them because he thinks they are pretty and he appreciates his bfs' small gestures)

A skateboard used as a desk - Gakushuu does not remember the last time Karma normally sat at the table in their dorm while studying or eating; he is either standing or lying on the floor or sitting on the floor with a hump over the laptop on the skateboard OR he is sitting on the skateboard and the laptop is also on the skateboard and that's the way he works. Oh also sometimes when he is actually sitting on the skateboard while working on his laptop, to annoy him, Gakushuu pushes him a bit so the skateboard is moving straight ahead and Karma goes a few centimetres forward. (Once Gakushuu pushed him a little bit too hard, making Karma lose balance and fall off, it was hilarious)

Skulls - skulls, skulls, skulls. Skulls everywhere! He would wake up in the middle of the night, grab one skull of a shelf, strike a pose (Gakushuu is already half awake and knows what's coming) and quotes the famous "To be, or not to be, that is the question" spoken by Hamlet. After he quotes, he receives a pillow in his face thrown by his lovely boyfriend.

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Now for some headcanons!

Them skipping classes to sit in the old library between the book shelves to read poems to each other they wrote last night

When they have classes together, they write definitions of words on each other's wrists and arms during lectures

Random mythology facts during lunch leaving the other speechless

Karma being extra dramatic and walking into the lecture room with a loud bang of the door, while Gakushuu just simply gave up on being on time and just kinda trudges behind Karma while holding their two takeaway coffees from the small café by their dorm

There is a deadline on the assignment, but there is also a very comforting soft wind blowing outside in the middle of November and the leaves are falling down and who if not them would go out in long black coats and just take a walk together. It's a MUST (It's also like a reward for their hard work and also just to enjoy themselves <3 )

Writing each other letters in their target language or latin that they pass to each other in class (they sit next to each other, but hey, it's fun ;) ), while their friends watch while sitting behind them in amusement

Analysing poetry for fun

Going on walks and getting excited about old building and castles

Karma making paper planes out of discarded vintage bound books and he is having a throwing battle with Gakushuu who throws them back but there are insults written inside when Karma opens them (Bonus: Insults, but with love)

Going to art galleries together to take pictures by the classical statues with on of them posing next to the statues, trying to recreate the pose of it (Bonus: if it's a two-person statue, they will ask a stranger to take a picture of them posing)

They tend to jump on random trains on the weekend to study

Some Karma Chaotic Academia headcanons:

Calling the big five and Shuu nerds and then studies for 12h straight

Him getting kicked out of the group chat where Gakushuu and some other students are in at least 15 times a week

Doesn't sleep. ever.

Writing absolutely fantastic poetry while being sleep deprived but Gakushuu is still fascinated by it every time

Adds an unhealthy amount of sugar to his drinks - even water the other day, but Gakushuu managed to stop him before he could put the sugar in it; once again, Karma was sleep deprived

Karma constantly arguing with the teachers because disagreeing can be fun and thrilling sometimes

Karma has ink all over his palms of his fingers and if he isn't careful enough, he gets it on his face (also on Gakushuus' when he grabs his cheeks to kiss him, muah 💋)

Baking fresh honeybuns for his boyfriend at 2am because yes

Learning a new curse word in latin everyday because it's funny

He had lost enough pens that could easily be distributed to each and every person in their Uni; that's how many there were

He presses down flowers in his heavy books that he later on gives to Gakushuu on random occasions that either he or Shuu frames

Horrible Shakespeare quotes that make terrible pickup lines is something Karma says on a daily basis to 'flirt' with Gakushuu:

🕯Karma: Love looks not with the eyes but with them mind. And therefore is winged cupid painted blind.

Gakushuu: My eyes are up here, Karma. And you're standing on my foot.

🕯Karma: Do me, or not do me. THAT is the question. (while dramatically standing up while they're having breakfast in their room)

Gakushuu: ...

🕯Karma: Hey, Baby, can Ophelia up?

Gakushuu: I cant do this anymore-

🕯(This one is actually so sweet-)

[Them on a late picnic when the stars are up]

Karma: Midnight would blush at this

He uses literally anything as a bookmark, whether it's a receipt, toilet paper, a ripped out piece of paper (from the same book he is trying to use the bookmark for), literally whatever gets into his hands at that moment

Raising his hand just to correct the teacher when they mess up in their lecture

He performs rituals in class with books and other things he owns, leaving people once again in fear

He leaves annotations in the margins of library books (usually memes)

He aggressively mouths lyrics to blaring music while studying

Fidgeting around with supplies (once he hit the lecturer with a ruler)

Never matching socks, ever

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God was that the longest post I've ever made? Most likely

Am I tried? Yes

Were the past few hours worth working on this? Absolutely

Do I regret anything? Yes and that is that I didn't add enough stuff to the Gakushuus mood-board 😭😔

If I'll come up with more headcanons for these two, I won't hesitate writing them down and posting them!

If someone has some more ideas for their academia headcanons please comment they would make me so happy 😭🧡❤️

#tHANK U FOR READING AA #this took so long #a few days actually #The mood boards took me a such long time and they were a pain in the ass but I had fun making them ;) #aaaa #<3 #Karma in the Chaotic Academia #Gakushuu in the Dark Academia #assassination classroom #assclass #karma akabane #gakushuu asano #karushuu #karma #akabane karma #akabane #asano gakushuu

[obeiii-mee]

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To celebrate his birthday, I’ve done a few HCs for Satan because I’ve got nothing else planned for him at the moment and I’m still spending most of my time editing my last self sacrificing MC being saved post which should be out before Halloween. And I’m salty I missed Mammon’s bday event too but I do have something in regards to that waiting around in my inbox so I probably just need to start being more motivated lol-

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Satan, the Avatar of Wrath:

>The demon that has tried to sneak strays into the House of Lamentation on multiple occasions. Whether they’d be cats from DevilDom or the Human Realm, he would whisk them off the streets and let them loose around the house on a daily basis. It was living hell for you and the rest of the brothers because even the smallest of the kittens wreaked absolute havoc everywhere they went; vases and plates were broken, there were paw prints all over the place (including the ceiling somehow), most of Asmo’s make up was left in ruins after a particularly bad incident. Lucifer had to put his foot down after he found cat hair in his coffee one morning.

>His book addiction is also getting almost as taxing as Beel’s midnight raids. Most of his purchases on Akuzon are expensive, ancient, leather-bound books and scrolls and not only are they not cheap-he also buys heaps of them at a time which started taking a toll on the bills Lucifer has to pay. It’s unclear whether he’s doing it on purpose to spite his brother or if it’s because he’s genuinely interested in such old literature. Everyone else guesses that it’s a mixture of both.

>You let him drive one time when he was visiting you in the Human Realm. Thank fuck you had such a good car warranty because the road rage he feels when behind the wheel is real. Bro probably broke your pedals and gearstick with how aggressive he was being and that was BEFORE some asshole decided to cut him off really abruptly in the middle of a traffic jam. Mf lost it after that-almost forgot you were in there with him, he was about ready to turn people’s bones into mashed potatoes with how many times he intended to run them over once he had the chance. Never again💀

>Satan volunteers to be his brothers’ tutor from time to time, with the exception of Lucifer since the eldest doesn’t really need it and he would not offer his services to him in the first place lol. He figured it wouldn’t do him any good to allow his siblings to drag his perfect scores down with their disgusting, averagely low grades so he decided they would all need a helping hand. Mammon especially, who are we kidding? Ah, turns out he’s pretty good at it too, even if studying with him is a little scary every now and then (both him and Lucifer give off ‘doing homework with your dad at the kitchen table and crying while doing it because he’s yelling’ vibes, but them and their brothers-)

>He’s responsible for most of the paintings in the house. Ngl, he shows up every few weeks with some really fancy masterpiece that just got released and proceeds to hang it randomly around the halls. Most of his siblings haven’t noticed. Neither have you. And he hasn’t said anything. Every once in a while, you look up and notice some dramatic ass painting that you swear you’ve never laid eyes on before, and then you shrug it off and assume it’s always been there and that your memory is just failing you. Mammon has stolen a few and sold them online because it’s Mammon. They were always back by the second day or so though (can imagine Satan buying all that shit back from the black market Mammon was selling it on, lmao)

>I said this before, but he smells really nice. Like…firewood….and books…and just homely stuff in general. That’s it. That’s the headcanon.

>Secretly loves hanging out with his family. He makes it seem like he always has better things to do but he doesn’t want to admit he enjoys spending time with any of his brothers, and this especially applies to Lucifer because who’d want to be around that prideful prick, huh? But the fourth born is usually the first to start planning out things like movies nights and family gatherings and he seems so excited to do it as well. By that I mean that he gets proper into it and works really hard on a family date for weeks! Is not very outwards with his feelings but he’s really happy to see everyone having a good time when he knows that he put so much effort into it. Bonus points if you decide to help him sort everything out-

>(Mammon made him a cat-shaped cake for his birthday and it didn’t come out the best-at least not compared to everyone else’s-but Satan proceeded to eat the whole thing and didn’t even say anything about it besides a ‘thank you’. Mammon bawled his eyes out in your room afterwards but don’t tell a soul. Also, you found out Satan knew his brother spend like 8 hours in the kitchen trying to make the damn thing and that’s why he barely even touched the rest of the desserts just so he could eat his even if the cake itself looked pretty dreadful. Ahhhhhhhh-)

-K, I’m done now. I need more brotherly headcanons between the bros cuz it’s adorable——

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#obey me #obey me satan #📚 #📚 satan supremacy #om! satan HCs #HCs #happy birthday satan #a bit late but oh well #there’s not even that many haha #I liked making these tho