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thecouchsofa · 3 months

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You might be thinking, Tee, in your 2023 AO3 wrap up post, you said you wrote a ridiculous amount of HP fic this year - but what about reading? Well, thanks for asking, imaginary audience – as a matter of fact, I did indeed read a lot of Drarry fics this year. A fucking horrendous number of Drarry fics, in fact.

Below the cut are some of my favourites that were published in 2023, arranged by word count.

But first, a note: there is truly an overwhelming amount of talent in this fandom and this list only scratches the surface. These fics all gave me something that I was looking for and were my favourites for a number of different reasons. I hope you can find something new to love here (or reconnect with an old favourite), and that you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

If there’s a fic from 2023 that isn’t here but you really enjoyed, chuck it in the replies section so we can all see it!

🌸 AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? – @rainstormradish (4k, M) 🌸

Alrakis I [24M] attended a small boarding school in the UK. There was a boy in my year, a couple of months younger than me, and he became my nemesis after we developed an intense rivalry. My friend [25F] told me recently that our dynamic was "weird back then" and that "it’s even weirder" that I still think about him today. She argued that I talk about him all the time, but I believe the amount I talk about him is reasonable. AITA?

prongymcprongface i completely get what you mean. i had a nemesis (like a school one, separate to my other nemesis) and we had a dynamic super similar to what you are describing. having a nemesis is a very cool and normal thing dw about it. NTA

In which Draco asks the internet if he's being reasonable. Only one commenter is sympathetic. They start talking.

Read for: unique fic idea with a cool layout, humour, boys being idiots

🌻 Snug – @moonflower-rose (6k, E) 🌻

Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

Read for: Draco being Obsessed with Harry(‘s cock), Humorous Writing Style

🪻 Birds Behaving Badly – @peachpety (10k, E) 🪻

For eight years, Draco has been content living a quiet life of anonymity in Brighton, dodging pesky seagulls and enjoying the ephemeral boys of summer. And if these summer blokes just happen to resemble Harry Potter, it’s a mere coincidence—despite what his friends say.

But when a repeat one-night stand challenges him to face his desires, Draco thinks he’s finally over his years-long crush.

A seagull named Kevin thinks otherwise.

For: Unleashed!Fest 2023

Read for: hidden/mistaken identity, summer vibes, Kevin the seagull

🌸 Under the Confetti Mist – @azalealarae (12k, E) 🌸

Harry and Draco stay up late working on a Potions assignment in the poorly ventilated eighth-year common room, unaware that disinhibition is a side effect of the elixir’s vapor.

Read for: Sex Pollen, Drarry as Potions partners

🌻 Hellos, goodbyes, a thousand midnights – newskyillusion (13k, M) 🌻

The world, as Harry knew it, has ended.

At least he has a garden.

Harry and Draco live through the apocalypse

For: Drarry Let’s Play Fest 2023

Read for: body horror, cosy vibes (just trust me, lol), Harry gardening, Powerful Harry, Harry and Draco relying on each other.

🪻 Amorous As This Lovely Green – @annanother-thing (14k, E) 🪻

Harry hates being a celebrity. Draco cannot find a single model that fits his vision for his latest line. They both make the debatable choice of trusting one PA extraordinaire/best friend, Pansy Parkinson.

For: Harry/Draco Career Fair 2023

Read for: Harry modelling lingerie, Hot Harry

🌸 Help! I'm a Hopeless Romantic! – @peachydreamxx (14k, M) 🌸

Draco turns from the bar, eyes latching onto Harry. He surveys him, one brow lifting, and Harry, like a deer in headlights, throws his hand up with the world’s most awkward wave. Draco just weaves out of sight, and Harry’s face burns as Ron pats him on the shoulder, then steals a chip. “He gave you a look, didn’t he?”

~ how to get over your crush

~ places that sell cake after 11pm near me

~ how to tell if someone is playing hard to get

A year in the life of Harry's shared moments, and private thoughts

For: Wheel of Drarry Mini-Exchange Secret Santa 2023

Read for: Harry’s Google Searches, Humour

🌻 Cool About It – @oflights (M, 16k) 🌻

Harry is so excited for his first date with Draco. But what follows isn't so much a date as it is an all-night odyssey including a malevolent lift, a Gringotts heist, a Sleeping Curse, a trip to the kebab shop, a lack of dancing, a Muggle drug, a rooftop pool party, a black eye and, eventually, a sunrise over a Quidditch stadium.

Read for: Humour, idiots in love, first dates

🪻 The Eighth Sin – @thehoneybeet (16k, E) 🪻

When Draco is sentenced to five years of house arrest, without magic, alone, the only person to visit him is Potter. But Draco’s beginning to doubt whether Potter is really there at all.

For: HD Wireless 2023

Read for: dreamy/sad vibes, caring Harry, a beautiful exploration of a relationship

🌸 What’s Mine is Yours – @fluxweeed (17k, E) 🌸

Harry loses something important. Malfoy helps him get it back.

Read for: smut so hot it’ll light you on fire

🌻 O Come, All Ye Faithful – toomuchplor (19k, E) 🌻

Aunt Petunia died, that was what began everything.

Or rather, Aunt Petunia was dying. In the act of dying.

In which Draco finds faith in the church, and Harry finds faith in Draco.

Read for: Vicar Draco, Harry’s Vicar Kink, Beautiful Writing, Draco’s Hard Sanctified Cock

🪻 The Boys of Summer – @saxamophone (19k, E) 🪻

It's summer, and they're spending it at a lake, far away from everything. There’s swimming and a floating dock, cracked and warm in the sun. Fizzy drinks and fireflies. Sticky strawberry ice lollies and beach towels tangled under them.

Harry’s golden skin and love for The Grateful Dead and Fleetwood Mac.

Draco Malfoy is doomed, but what else is new?

For: HD Wireless 2023

Read for: delicious pining, summer vibes, beautiful romance, nostalgic vibes

🌸 Nature pricks them on to ramp and rage – @goblinmatriarch (E, 21k) 🌸

Lord Draco Malfoy may be a young man spending time in Dumbledore’s summer court, but that does not mean he needs to succumb to its licentious frivolity. He carries the burden of his lineage, the shadow of rumours, and the dignity of his betrothal to a good match. He is certainly not fool enough to be distracted by the dark curls and ready grin of the court’s stableboy, who seems to have taken up with every courtier who looks his way.

For: HP Bodice Ripper Fest 2023

Read for: Historical AU done right, Draco in a codpiece, more riding euphemisms than you can count

🌻 True Love Gave To Me – @epitomereally (23k, E) 🌻

It’s the first of December, and all Draco wants to do is make Christmas lovely for Scorpius. But then Harry Potter shows up, asking him to save the world, and it turns out they’ve almost saved the world a couple of times before. One-hundred and forty-four times, to be exact.

Or: what happens after the time loop?

For: H/D Erised 2023

Read for: time loop shenanigans, cosy vibes, adorable Scorpius (and his geese)

🪻 Nothing But You On My Mind – @moonflower-rose (29k, M) 🪻

Potter has been in Australia on an internship for almost a year, and Draco cannot wait for him to get back home. They'll finally have a chance to talk about their feelings for each other. What could possibly go wrong?

Loads, as it turns out.

For: HD Wireless 2023

Read for: Angst, Draco/Ron/Hermione Friendship, idiots in love

🌸 who will receive you in love's offices – @jtimu (30k, E) 🌸

A year in the life of Draco Malfoy, increasingly derailed by Harry Potter.

In the aftermath of it all, Draco opened an antiques shop. Sort of. Mostly, though, what he did was repair work. People brought him their grandparents’ charmed silverware or a pocketwatch which was meant to show the stars at your birth but now only held the time, and he would fix them. It was quiet work, a little lonely, but for the repeated intrusions of one Harry J Potter.

Read for: brilliant deep dive into magical theory, smarty pants Draco, enemies to friends to lovers (emphasis on the middle step), poetry references by the bucketful, a version of Draco that lives rent free in my mind

🌻 Half Sick of Shadows – @starquestingfordrarry (39k, E) 🌻

Harry and Draco have been sleeping together for months, and it's fine. It's enough for Harry.

But when things finally start to feel like the more Harry's been hoping for, a strange tapestry project has him worrying he won't ever get the chance.

Or: the one with sheep, dragons, and a whole lot of weaving metaphors.

For: H/D Career Fair 2023

Read for: Alvin the ram, Harry carving wooden dildos, magical tapestries, atmospheric vibes, an artfully created world

🪻 Now I Know In Part – @dodgerkedavra (39k, E) 🪻

Harry Potter is the savior of the Wizarding World. Draco Malfoy is a reformed Death Eater turned Ministry Curse-Breaker. Five years after the War, they're brought together by another mysterious curse.

Only this time, Harry's the one who needs saving.

More specifically, he needs Draco.

They have one month to break the curse, and the clock is ticking.

Read for: Draco taking care of Harry, Cottagecore vibes, bucketfuls of sweetness, great smut

🌸 Nothing Gold Can Stay – @moonflower-rose (40k, E) 🌸

One summer evening, Harry Potter vanished in the middle of dinner with his friends. Four days later he came back. Sort of.

Draco Malfoy is on the case.

For: H/D Erised 2023

Read for: Alternate Universes, Married Draco/Harry, Non-Painful Angst

🌻Sharper than a Sea Serpent's Tooth – @goblinmatriarch (40k, T)

Draco expects his research trip to Crete to focus on the ecology of ward design, with perhaps some cheeky visits to the elusive sea serpents and the odd sleepy beach day. Instead, he encounters a Past he's spent over a decade trying to outrun, and a familiar scowl under glasses and a scar. Featuring just so much imagining being on a hot, sunny beach for your winter pleasure.

For: H/D Erised 2023

Read for: Magical Creatures, Greek Mythology, International Location (Crete), Atmospheric Writing

🪻 LA, Who Am I To Love You? – @epitomereally (42k, E) 🪻

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

For: HD Wireless 2023

Read for: Werewolf Harry, Incubus Draco, Acquaintances to Friends to Lovers, Interesting Location (LA)

🌸 A Pulled Down Shade – fast_brother (43k, M) 🌸

Harry does not like Draco Malfoy, not even one bit. Never did and never will. That is, until he finds himself married to him.

For: HP Soulmates Fest 2023

Read for: HUGE Grounds for Divorce vibes! Angst, Harry working through trauma, Harry fighting for Draco

🌻 The Waiting – @oknowkiss (43k, E) 🌻

It’s been almost ten years since Draco Malfoy disappeared during a routine Curse Breaker training exercise. Harry, his partner in more ways than one, is determined to figure out why. As the past resurfaces and the present fades into confusion, Harry discovers the only thing more unreliable than memory is love.

For: HD Wireless 2023

Read for: Curse Breaker Partners, Angst, Secret Relationship

🪻 The Unplottable Time Conundrum – @writcraft (45k, E) 🪻

When the past starts bleeding into the present at Grimmauld Place, an old academic article pulls Draco Malfoy out of his life of luxury. Haunted by the memory of a fleeting post-war kiss and thrust into the ghostly spaces inhabited by Unspeakable Harry Potter, Draco’s easy life is about to get a whole lot more complicated.

For: H/D Erised 2023

Read for: House Magic, The Order of the Pheonix, Haunted House vibes, Drarry in their 30s

🌸 Our Objective Remains Unchanged – @citrusses (46k, E) 🌸

Harry Potter, returning member of the Oxford University Boat Club, has two goals for the spring of 2005: beat Cambridge, and beat Draco Malfoy. Perhaps not in that order.

Read for: Muggle AU, Sports AU, Competitiveness, Damn good writing

🌻 Everybody Hates a Tourist – @wolfpants (51k, E) 🌻

On a stag do in sunny Brighton with the Gryffindor lads, the last person Harry expects to run into is Draco Malfoy. After a glimpse of Malfoy’s Muggle life in Britain’s gay capital, Harry’s curiosity gets the better of him and he finds himself returning to the seaside again and again, drawn to the city, drawn to this new version of Malfoy that Harry barely recognises from school.

Meanwhile, Draco’s just trying to live his big and best queer life: working for the weekend, chasing hot men, getting lost in Brighton's nightlife, and making friends with the neighbourhood cats. Why does his former school rival and crush have to show up and spoil everything?

For: HD Wireless 2023

Read for: beautiful relationship building, Harry finding himself, Draco living his best life. I won’t lie, I’d read the back of a cereal box if wolfpants wrote it – do yourself a favour if you haven’t already

🪻 from love, obviously – bizarrestars (52k, M) 🪻

"I just mean, doing the right thing because it's right is better than doing it because…"

"What?" Draco challenges, amused. "Better to do it because it's right as opposed to doing it because it's not wrong? Please enlighten me on what the difference is."

"You're the difference," is Harry's answer.

(Or: Draco Malfoy comes up with a plan, drinks a lot of tea, and fails to fix a clock. Somewhere along the way, Harry Potter falls in love with him, which wasn't a part of the plan at all.)

Read for: Unhinged Draco, Harry being resigned to Draco’s antics, Weasley family feels, fast pacing

🌸 Terrible People – @getawayfox and @wolfpants (52k, E) 🌸

What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right?

Featuring a holiday-long game of Truth or Dare, a very ill-judged FWB proposition, decades-long pining, lots of gin, and a small pair of green swimming trunks.

Read for: Gorgeous Art , RomCom vibes, Gay Cruise, Friends with Benefits to Lovers

🌻 Nights With You – @the-sinking-ship (58k, E) 🌻

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed. Never a man to squander an opportunity for revenge (and what would probably be a spectacular shag), Draco vows to make Potter his for the weekend.

Now all Draco has to do is convince him.

Read for: Fake dating, mild size kink, international location (Italy), mildly unhinged Draco, hot Harry

Note: This is the fic that made me set up a Doc for everything I’d read to make sure I wouldn’t lose it to the wide realm of the internet.

🪻 Rookie Moves – peu_a_peu (75k, E) 🪻

Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.

Read for: Humour, Enemies to Coworkers to Lovers, Unhinged Draco

🌸 How To Train Your Malfoy – @fencer-x (93k E) 🌸

Good manners dictate that, when one’s best friend Apparates onto one’s doorstep holding the unconscious, haggard body of the schoolyard bully and begging for sanctuary, one ought to invite the two of them in for a cup of tea. Harry Potter sometimes wishes he weren’t so polite.

For: H/D Erised 2023

Read for: Dragon Animagus Draco, Harry taking care of Draco, brilliant writing, a funny as fuck premise – I wanted Draco to stay in his unhinged dragon form forever

🌻 Symptom of Your Touch – NoxNoir (115k, E) 🌻

St. Mungo's Healer Draco Malfoy is used to being pushed to his limits when providing aide to the ailing, but when an unexpected encounter with an out of character Harry Potter throws his life out of balance one night, he is forced to ask himself how far he's willing to push his own levels of discomfort to be of aid to a man in need of help that only he can provide.

Read for: Draco taking care of Harry, Pining, Unrequited love, buckets of sexual tension

🪻 Recursion – Tessa Crowley (132k, E) 🪻

A process is recursive when it defines or contains itself; e.g., the Fibonacci sequence, which determines the next number as the sum of the previous two.

But not all recursive processes are mathematical. Recursion can happen in a temporal context when, for instance, the powerful magical force that is true love drags you back in time so it can create itself, endangering the fate of the Wizarding World—not to mention the very fabric of space and time—along the way.

Read for: Canon Retelling/Divergence, time travel, Slytherin Harry, a truly insane amount of physics/magical theory/intelligence. This fic was too smart for me in the best way. If you liked Chaos Theory read this – it’s even better!

🌸 Cut From the Sky – @mallstars (150k, E) 🌸

"I'm stuck in a time loop, reliving November 2nd. This is the 111th time I've lived through today."

Draco stilled. His moody eyes, the tension in his hands where he gripped onto his umbrella, the careful mask of blankness flickering over his face — everything about him was so difficult and so very dear to Harry.

"Ah," said Draco, "and?"

Note: no rec list for this year could be considered complete without including this one.

Read for: Harry at his most loveable, a relationship story told a hundred different ways, atmospheric worldbuilding, Trans representation.

🌻 In the Blood – BiscuitBrunch (225k, E) 🌻

Harry Potter thinks Draco Malfoy is a slimy git of a defense lawyer, who couldn't care less about doing the right thing.

Draco Malfoy thinks Harry Potter is a filthy pig of an Auror, who couldn't care less about doing the right thing.

They fight, fuck, fall in love, and fight some more.

When they're on the brink of getting their shit together and starting a family, a blood curse surfaces that threatens the lives of Draco and their unborn child.

Read for: badass lawyer Draco, deep exploration of a relationship, working through trauma, slice of life, mpreg

#drarry #drarry recs #drarry fics #drarry fanfiction #hpdm #harry x draco #best of 2023

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readychilledwine · 3 months

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Glory Hole

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

We all probably know a glory hole is a place, typically in a bathroom, where people can pay for an anonymous sexual encounter. Here's what I didn't know before digging into this kink a lot more, though!

Glory holes have been used for hundreds of years but are believed to have originated or grown most popular among the LGBTQIA community. It was a safe way for closeted members of the community to be able to have sex with someone without risking their identity being revealed. Glory holes have resurged in popularity since 2020 due to the CDC and WHO being unable to provide people with ideas for safe sex during the Covid 19 pandemic. They can now be found in sex clubs, legal practicing brothels, and a ton of other locations. Typically, oral is what commonly happens with glory holes, but modern motivation and technology have made so much more possible with them, allowing both parties to receive pleasure and enjoy the experience.

The appeal of glory holes is the anonymous aspect of it. Sex with a stranger is always more thrilling, right? There's no expectations. You aren't as focused on impressing them. It is about pleasure and pleasure only, and that is the appeal that has made so many people fall in lust with the idea of them.

At least, Cassian will think that's pretty exciting.

💕Peep the Valentines Day List Here💕

As always, NSFW below the cut

Cassian x Reader

Warnings - reader is a sex worker, sketchy business practice, inferred danger, dp via toy use, toy use, p in v, unprotected sex, restraints, praise, Liz throwing possible fic content into what's supposed to be one shots. Sorry, friends 💕💕

You sighed as you walked into the pleasure hall for the night.

To the outside world, it was no different than Rita's. Drinks, loud music, a dance floor. The only difference was the upstairs of the hall.

Whereas Rita's had private booths, here had something much much different. For a pretty penny, only the wealthiest of guests could enter and be taken into a whole new experience kept private from the High Lord himself.

You were led up the steps, already going numb to what you had to do to pay bills, to stay alive. You entered the room males and females alike stood in. It was a haven here, a place you all could run to after one too many clients as you were asked to call them. A board with countless messages and warnings on clients who were banned sat on the largest wall. Every day, each of you received a new assignment, a new place you were to be stationed and kept until you were purchased and moved into a new room for the time allowed.

You did not know if the Mother was blessing you or mocking you as you read your assignment, “The Hole.” One of your coworkers, a new girl fresh out of school, came next to you, taking your hand. “You can take the lay down spot,” you squeezed her hand gently. “It's your first time in there. You'll want it.”

“I heard we'll make good money tonight.” You smiled at her, kissing her forehead as you walked her towards the room.

“You'll make your rent within two hours. We have an 8 hour shift, so you'll be able to safely afford recovery time off. Or a spa trip.”

Cassian hated being used by Azriel for spywork.

The general was hardly stealthy, too bold and loud to keep secrets, and frankly, everyone knew who he was. This was one spy scout out he was salivating at the idea of, though. A pleasure hall with a brothel hidden above it. A brothel that was hidden so well it and its workers had sat under Rhysand's nose for years, dodging thousands in taxes.

Nesta accidentally told Azriel about it after doing something to him that had the spymaster seeing the heavens. “A pretty female taught me when I went to Haven once.”

Haven wasn't an unknown pleasure hall to them. The inner circle would go there when they wanted more of a party atmosphere than Rita's offered, but Nesta had unknowingly confirmed a rumor that had been circling the court for years.

The large sum of gold in Cassian's pocket was a heavy reminder of why he was here. He handed the guard of the club 100 gold, a steep price just to be taken up the the brothel, and almost had a heart attack when he entered.

It was the cleanest whore house he had ever been in. The females all wore dresses similar to what Rhysand dressed Feyre in for the court of Nightmares. The men wore silk boxers. Cassian was approached by a pretty blonde with a menu of services they offered. One section stood out to him, though. “Anonymous Sex.” It was 800 gold, 2 hour time limit, a room with two females, a female and a male, or two males. “The females room please.”

The blonde smiled, head tilted almost longingly. “You're the first in there tonight. My girls will think they've been blessed with a God.”

He almost died again upon entering. Inside the large room, a wall of toys and discipline implements say, chairs in case you had brought friends with you, and a sink for aftercare for the girls. What really had Cassian stirring, thinking he was going to partake instead of question, was the two naked females, one on her back with her feet positioned into a harness, the other standing bent over whatever lied beyond that wall. All he could see was their lower bodies, wet and waiting with anticipation.

And the best part, the absolute best part? They could not see an inch of him.

You could hear the new girl crying out to any Gods that would listen as the wet sound of flesh smacking against each other was rhythmic. It was rare for one guest to enter the room normally reserved for parties of 2 or 3, but who were you to just if someone wanted to pay to have females to themselves.

It had happened once before in your time here. The female had not thought any of you would know who she was, but a sandy blonde female with grey eyes spending and tipping so freely and without concern was clearly a high ranking member of the court. And from the glimpse you had gotten, it was clearly Nesta Archeron.

You wanted to applaud when you heard your partner finishing. It was a genuine completion, not her faking the orgasm, training you all had and thanked the Cauldron for daily. You were dripping, but would have been content with being left alone. Maybe that's why you were so surprised when a harsh smack landed on your ass, cracking through the air and sending pleasure through you like a wave.

Cassian was memorizing the scent of both of the females in front of him. He wasn't going to waste the gold he had already spent to get into the brothel and into this room, so instead, he made the choice to mix work with pleasure, and fuck both of these girls until he could stand it anymore.

He left the first girl, dripping his cum and hers while she whimpered, legs visibly shaking. She had a preference for gentler sex, no aftercare. Whereas the girl, who's ass he was currently stroking himself to the sight of, had a preference for rough, toys allowed, aftercare preferred.

He saved her for last for that reason alone.

Cassian looked at the wall of toys, eyes locked on a thick dildo and lube and went to grab them. He set the lube down after taking some on his hand, rubbing it on the toys and then her pretty waiting holes. If she liked rough sex and toys, then fine, he'd stuff her full, filling both of those pretty waiting holes.

“Pretty thing, aren't you,” he purred, voice laced with lust. “We'll see how pretty you are when I'm done with you.”

You jumped in surprise and moaned as the male behind you began working a toy into your back entrance slowly. It was suddenly torture to be in the restraints they used to keep you both in place, to prevent you from ruining the allusion that the fae paying for these rooms were unknown to everyone. Every slow inch stretching had your body igniting, wanting you to beg for more.

You whimpered once it was fully inside of you, wiggling your hips in a silent plea. “Eager little thing.” That voice, Gods that voice, it had your cunt twitching around nothing. “Oh don't worry, kitten, I plan on filling that too.”

And Gods did he. That stretch started after a few sloppy thrusts of the dildo, and you could have sworn you saw the Mother once he was seated inside of you.

He either had the largest cock you've ever taken, or, the use of the toy made it seem that way. He gave you a few moments, cooing praise to you as a large calloused hand ran the outsides of your thighs.

The first roll of his hips inside of you did have you seeing the Mother. His cock was heavy and perfect, rubbing every nerve in your velvety walls. Once his testing was over, you felt those hands grip your hips, bruising them instantly, and he began.

This male began fucking you like both of your lives depended on your orgasm. He fucked you like he owned you, like he owned that peak of pleasure he was quickly driving you to. Between his cock and the toy, you were stuffed full and so sensitive, mind going numb and you moaned, cried, and begged.

He was so deep inside of you he hit places others had easily failed to. “Fuck you feel like Heaven, kitten.”

Your eyes rolled back at the praise, a soft “Thank you, sir,” leaving your mouth as you began to twitch around him.

Cassian was lost in the softness, warmth and wetness of this female's heat.

He would have paid 800 gold just for her. For just one hour with her. Each twitch of her silk had him on edge, ready to pump his seed so deep into her every single fae trying to fuck her afterwards would have to use him as lubricant.

She tightened around him again, moans becoming higher in pitch and more desperate. “Gonna cum for me, kitten? Gonna cum around my cock? Cum with that toy in your ass like a good whore?”

He was practically begging for it knowing he was going to finish in what he felt was embarrassingly record time. One of his hands moved to her clit, groaning as she gasped and wailed loudly. “That's it baby, cum for me.”

Those skilled fingers circled your clit over and over in time with him fucking into you with reckless abandonment. You were right on that edge, ready to fall, and then he growled. The noise so primal it shot through your body like an arrow, and in true nature, you came.

You came so hard you saw the cosmos, the afterlife, the ocean. Your high ripped through you like a tidal wave, walls milking him as he roared behind you.

You heard him him lean against the wall, panting as he gave a few sloppy finishing twitchs. He pulled himself and the toy out at the same time, chuckling as you whined from the sudden emptiness. You heard him following protocol, washing the toy and setting it on the table closest to you so any Other clients knew who it had been used on.

The warm rag he used to clean you while he whispered to you gently was almost better than the sex as it wiped away the remnants and dripping reminders of this sin.

Something made you pause, though, the rough sound of leathery wings flapping.

You replayed the voice in your head over and over after he left. Thinking to where you had heard it before and then whispered, “Oh fuck.” Your hand slapped the release for the restraints and you stepped out and into the room, grabbing your robe and pulling it to the other side as you did. You touched the new girl's leg, “I'll be right back, babe. We have a problem.”

You left the room, entering the hall quickly. You made eye contact with the front desk girl, then the Illyrian male leaving tips for you and your partner.

Cassian, the general of the Night Court, paused as he saw you. He smirked, but that quickly fell when you hit a button. On the wall and the fae lights died, the establishment was going dark.

The female before him began to glow. “You should leave before she gets the owner.” Cassian blinked, confused as to what was happening. “Big daddy doesn't like having his business potentially fucked with. He's killed for less. Leave before she gets him. It won't end well if you don't.”

Cassian heard movement in the room, cursing himself for not wearing his siphons and left, throwing gold on the table for the females.

He called for Rhysand to send Azriel as he walked through that shady part of Velaris alone. His shoulders fell in relief as his brothers both walked beside him in time.

“One,” he started. “I just had the best sex experience of my life.”

“Two,” he sighed. “It's fucking expensive, Rhys. The common citizen isn't getting in there unless they've saved for months.”

He turned to Azriel, “They call the owner Big Daddy.”

The shadowsinger paled before masking his concern. “Let's winnow,” he said firmly. “I do not feel like dealing with him tonight.”

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causeilikelix · 11 months

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Stray Kids Soulmate Smut Au Series

Member Scenarios (warnings tbd)

If you'd like to be added to the taglist for the whole series or just individual fics, please leave me a comment or shoot me an ask!

I have no posting schedule at the moment, all I know is that I'll be writing Felix's last because I know myself and I'll get carried away.

Synopsis under the cut:

In the magical world of soulmates, you can begin looking for them when you turn 21. Once you touch them, the overwhelming urge to consummate the union takes over you until you fulfill the desire.

Bang Chan (18+)

Bodyguard x bratty, younger ward au

Chan is your bodyguard who is determined to keep you out of trouble and protect you from those who want to use you to get to your rich and powerful father. The only problem? Trouble is your middle name. Going out to clubs and getting random guys to grind up on you is one of your favorite pastimes and Chan has to go along with it. You love how he gets gruff and protective when other people put their hands on you. With your 21st birthday creeping up on you, these outings get more dangerous since anyone could be your soulmate. On the fateful night of your 21st birthday, you go out to dance and when you dance with the wrong person, Chan isn’t so sure he can keep his hands off you much longer.

Minho (18+)

Prince x Maid, Bridgerton era au

Part One:

Everyone in the ton is invited to the final tea party before the Queen announces who will be the lucky lady betrothed to Prince Minho. Everyone except the help, of course. It is the final opportunity for eligible ladies of age to meet with the prince to determine if they are soulmates. The lady you work for has managed to get you into the tea because she’s not interested in the prince and would rather spend time with you. Bored, you wander around the gardens and you run into a young man who also seems to want to escape. After some banter, you touch accidentally and you realize this man is your soulmate. Once you consummate the union, you have to rush away to find your lady in time for the introduction of the prince, only to find out that you just fucked him behind a hedge. And how he can’t take his eyes off you.

How will you survive if he’s supposed to marry someone else?

Part Two:

Prince x betrothed sister, 40s Italy, past lives au

You are a noble lady who is not quite ready to enter society, being just under 21. Your older sister, however, is out and your family is in talks with the royal family to betrothe her to the prince if they cannot find his soulmate by the final masquerade ball of the summer. Luckily, you have no interest in marriage or soulmates, mostly because you think you’ve found yours already.

In a lonely bookshop that very few frequent, you’ve been sharing secret notes with another reader of your favorite poetry book. You can’t remember how it began, but all you know is that you have been corresponding anonymously with someone through notes hidden in books and you may be falling in love. Your multiple attempts to discover the identity of the person have all failed. Including promising to be at the bookstore on your birthday instead of at the ball.

On the night of the masquerade and your 21st birthday, your sister discovers her soulmate in someone else and begs you to take her place. You’re torn but ultimately agree. You dress up in your sister's gown, don your mask, and attend. While you’re there, you see Prince Minho mingling with other guests and when you lock eyes you get the sinking suspicion that you’ve met him before…

Changbin (18+)

Brothers best friend x reader college au

Your older brother, Chan, and your neighbor, Changbin, have been best friends since they were kids. You were just Chan’s little sister for years so you thought that Changbin would never look at you twice, which made your crush on him that much more difficult. Especially since you eventually developed a friendship with the three of you. Halfway through high school, your family moved away for your dad’s job but you went back to college in your hometown.

Low and behold, you run into Changbin again and your friendship picks up right where it left off. The two of you reminisce and he invites you to his place to play Mario Kart and watch Jurassic Park, just like old times. The entire time you’re at his apartment Changbin is nervous around you and you wonder why until you beat him at Mario Kart and tackle him in victory.

Changbin finds himself torn… between his soulmate and his best friend.

Hyunjin (18+)

Rich CEO x Assistant reader au

You and your boss have been exceedingly careful. Hwang Hyunjin is rich and successful and gorgeous and every single woman in his company envies your position, allowing you to be close to such an immaculate being. You, however, find it very stressful. Since you’re both successful adults who haven’t yet found your soulmates, you have to be very careful and go to extreme lengths on occasion to keep from touching. You can’t let love get in the way of your work. It doesn’t stop you from trying to quietly entice him. You often wear borderline sexy outfits to work with the hopes that one day your hot boss will finally touch you to at least see if you’re soulmates, but he’s so hot that you can’t help but feel aroused in his presence. You simply wouldn’t know until then.

One day, Hyunjin has a photoshoot and interview for a high fashion magazine and he looks incredibly delectable. You stay nearby in case he needs something but you keep to your own work. While he’s getting pictures taken, the director gives him a prompt and asks him to think about something that makes him hot. The director wants to sell sex for this collection. When you look up, Hyunjin is staring straight at you and you are not sure how much longer you can keep your hands to yourself.

Jisung (18+)

College student Jisung x slightly older college student barista reader au

Han Jisung is the bane of your existence. You’re both in the same major so you take a lot of the same classes and it’s as if he made it his personal mission to annoy you every time he sees you. He must, because he does. He does it in small ways, like asking you dumb questions during class just to get you riled up, stealing your pens, and overall being a nuisance. Why does he pay so much attention to you?

One day while you’re working at the coffee shop you’re the manager of, Jisung comes in for some coffee and specifically requests for you to make it. Despite the fact that you’re absolutely slammed, you have to comply. You make his drink and pass it to him, not realizing that your fingers brush in the process. Jisung’s demeanor changes immediately, instantly getting a little more serious. You continue working through the rush, wondering why suddenly you feel the intense urge to rail Jisung into the next century.

Closing suddenly can’t come fast enough.

Lee Felix Yongbok (18+)

Professor x graduate student au

Professor Lee’s class is one of the most coveted on campus. It fits into multiple fields of study and even the undergrad students desperately want a chance to take a class with him, even though he only teaches at the master level. You finally get a chance to take his class, lucky since it’s required for you major, and you realize why everyone wants to take his class.

He’s intelligent, he’s fun, he’s charismatic, and he’s positively stunning. He’s easily the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid your eyes on. And even you you’re initially hesitant to act like all the other students in the class and fight for his attention and a chance to touch him just to see if he’s theirs, you find yourself dressing up as well. Not to impress him! Not at all.

One day during class, he asks a few people to collect the paper that is due and you happen to be one of the people he calls on. You gather the papers and ignore the ugly looks from all the others who wish they were in your position. Professor Lee is teaching with no care in the world until you trip on the bottom stair. Papers go flying and your cheeks burn. Professor Lee gasps and helps you gather them while making sure you’re okay.

Without thinking, you reach for one of the papers at the same time and your fingers brush. Felix looks at you, eyes dark and he dismisses class without looking away from you. The class is silent for a moment before he finally tears his eyes away from you. His demeanor changes and he tells the entire class to leave unless they want to fail. You begin to scramble away to follow his orders like an obedient little girl but you freeze when he locks you in his gaze again and rasps: “Not you.”

Seungmin (18+ suggestive)

Lawyer x Lawyer au. Suggestive, no full smut

You and Seungmin have been rivals since law school. Always trying to best each other in your final grades, who got to be valedictorian (it was you), and the most important: who wins the most cases. For years, you two have been working for different law firms in the same building and have been keeping a tally of who wins what.

One day you are pitted against one another in a heated divorce case. Not your usual type of case, but you took it in order to be against Seungmin. The case is emotional and dramatic and you find yourself arguing so intensely that the judge orders a break. You both storm off to the break rooms to console your clients but the hallway is too narrow and for the first time in all these years, you brush arms.

The arousal is instantaneous and you look at each other in equal surprise. You each go to your separate chambers to calm your clients down before you excuse yourself. You seek him out, looking into each office until suddenly someone grabs your arm and pulls you into an empty conference room.

Of all people, why did it have to be him?

Jeongin (18+ Suggestive)

Tattoo artist x client au. Suggestive, no full smut.

You are too innocent for your own good. Jeongin recognizes this in you the second you walk into his tattoo shop in your short pastel skirt and matching top. You ask him if he has time to do a simple tattoo of a line-art flower on your thigh. Obsessed with you already, Jeongin quickly reschedules his next appointment and invites you in. As the only artist in his shop, he can pretty much do whatever he wants. The walls are covered in his art and you know you’ve come to the right place. You discuss the tattoo you want, you fill out the paperwork, and sit down in the chair while he prepares the stencil.

The second his fingers graze your thigh to put the stencil on, several things become apparent to you all at once. First, he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen. Second is that this hot guy is your soulmate and you can tell by the stickiness growing between your legs. The third and most important thing?

You forgot to put on underwear this morning.

And Jeongin?

He can definitely smell it.

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gallavichthings · 16 days

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Gallavich Fanart Masquerade 2024

It's here! Our first ever fanart-only event (thanks @michellemisfit for the idea!).

The rules are pretty similar to the fanfiction masquerade. In a Masquerade, artists will create fanarts anonymously, attempting to create something in a style different from their usual in order to fool the "admirers". These fanarts will all be revealed at the same time on May 12th - our Fanart Masquerade Ball! - and admirers (who may also be other fanartists) will have two weeks to attempt to guess who's behind each mask, that is, who did which fanart.

Details after the read more.

Requirements

None. Any art style will do, as long as it's drawn, I suppose. Traditional or digital, colored or b&W or lineart... Just no edits. And absolutely no AI, of course.

I need fanart ideas!

Maybe this will help.

Sign-ups

Signing-up is required and can be done here. For this event, sign-ups can be done up to the time of posting. Unlike other events, this is one where you will need to sign-up only at the end, after the art is done. You'll be required to add your AO3 username and the title of your fanart (yes, you'll have to give it a title, sorry - it can be pretty simple though).

Is NSFW accepted?

Yes, as long as it is correctly tagged. Please keep in mind that in this case, it's possible some people might not be comfortable in viewing it.

What if I don't have an AO3 account?

Then I'm very sorry, but in this case, you won't be able to participate (as an artist). For his event, having an AO3 account is mandatory so that you can post in the collection. That being said, a lot of people have AO3 invites, so ask right now and someone may be able to send you one. (Or, worst case scenario, we can find writer buddies to post for you.)

Posting

Posting needs to be done on AO3 because the Fanart Masquerade Collection will be unrevealed and anonymous. All posting must be done until the eve of the Masquerade, so May 11th. On May 12th, all the fanarts will be revealed and available for the admirers. The fanarts will remain anonymous until May 26th, when the game ends. The winners will be revealed shortly after, along with the prizes (more on that below). After the artists identities are revealed, they are free to post their fanart wherever they please.

Because unfortunately AO3 doesn't host images, your fanarts will have to be hosted elsewhere and linked to AO3. They should stay as hidden as possible. One possibility is posting privately on Tumblr and then using the image link to post on AO3. If you don't know how to do that or don't have a place to host the fanart, please contact us and we'll help you out.

When posting on AO3, choose to do it under the Gallavich Fanart Masquerade 2024 Collection (as in the picture below). I'll take care of the rest. It's important to do so when posting and not after, or it won't work.

Voting

Voting will be done via a new form, which will be disclosed only after the fanarts are posted. All fanart titles will be displayed and the admirers will chose from a menu who they think the artist is.

Points

There are two ways of winning this game, as an artist and as an admirer.

Artists are awarded 1 point for each person who correctly guesses their fanart and 3 points for each person who wrongly guesses it. That's right, you get more points if you're actually able to deceive everyone!

Admirers are awarded 5 points for each fanart they guess correctly, but they lose 1 point for each wrong guess.

Artists can also be admirers, so they have twice the chance of winning.

Prizes

The winning fanarts will get short fics based on them! And the one by the winning artist will be the prompt for one week in the @galladrabbles.

#Gallavich #Ian x Mickey #Shameless US #Gallavich fanart #GFaM2024 #events #mod post

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perpetualcynicism · 9 months

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1,000 𝖋𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑!

part one (of sorts)

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what i imagine you dancing to:

lyney - prokofiev’s op.87: grand waltz (cinderella suite)

xiao - les sylphides: 7. valse by chopin

heizou - danse macabre by camille saint-saëns

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another day, another dance; another three partners to spin through the night with. tonight, much like the last time you came, you have no plans as to whom you will dance with. fate’s hands served you well before, and you trust them to do so again.

the gathered crowd is a-flutter with excitement as you slip past jewel-lined gowns and silk suits, each face hidden beneath a mask and comforted by a fragile facade of anonymity which allows for troubles, if only for one night, to be forgotten. an underlying hum of tuning strings and woodwinds laces hushed conversation as the orchestra once more prepares for their performance.

there are only a few minutes left before the dances begin. may your night be a merry one.

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11:57pm.

as a famous magician who would inevitably be called to be an entertainer for this event, lyney stands in the centre of a ring of onlookers, flipping a card from hand to hand with effortless ease. he catches it between his fingers, and gasps sound from around him as he opens his hand to release a fountain of cards from just the one. they flutter elegantly through the air; when he snaps his fingers, they vanish. the audience stares on, amazed. beside him, lynette lifts up her own hat to reveal the full deck of cards lying in its crown.

a generous shower of applause rises from the surrounding crowd, and the twins dip forwards into a deep bow, lyney spinning his hat as he does so; a display which speaks to both his smugness and to his expertise when the audience sees that the cards have now appeared in the bottom of his hat. a smirk pulls on his lip at the astonished murmurs of ‘how did they do it?’ and ‘what a genius trick!’ which ripple through his onlookers.

he does not mind being an entertainer here, he supposes, but it bores him by a touch; this crowd is so very easy to impress.

“thank you, my dear audience,” he smiles, pulling himself upright. his eyes wander the ballroom as he considers who to take as his first partner—certainly none of these unexceptional onlookers, even though he can feel the way they’re itching to ask him for a dance themselves. he needs somebody intriguing. somebody remarkable. “if you wish to see more from teyvat’s greatest magician, please contact…”

he trails off when his eyes settle upon a familiar figure wandering through the hall. he does not need to see what’s under the mask to know it is you.

he throws a glance towards lynette—you take it from here—and breaks from the circle, ignoring the taps on his shoulder and invitations to dance as he goes.

it seems he has found the remarkable person he was looking for.

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11:58pm.

truth be told, xiao is not entirely sure why he is here in the first place.

zhongli offered him an invitation, and he took it, for a reason which has since been lost to him and which he now regrets. social gatherings have never been something he is fond of; the noise and the people are stifling, and to him, the whole reason for this event is redundant.

he knows many come here for the chance to hide one’s true self behind a mask and escape to a new identity of whatever one wants, but wearing a mask is nothing unusual for xiao, and neither is it something particularly enjoyable.

and yet here he is, hovering in the corner of a lavish ballroom, not leaving but not knowing why.

or at least, he does not know why until he spots you in the crowd.

it’s like some puzzle piece slots into place in his mind, and at once he sees everything with perfect clarity. the light from the chandeliers is sharper. every gown, every suit, is lined in stunning detail, tailored to perfection, like beauty bleeds through superfluousness wherever you step.

he is here for you. of course he is.

why else would he have stayed?

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11:59pm.

heizou sighs, twirling his mask through his fingers as he leans against a marble pillar. boredom is eating through the initial excitement he held for this event. he reminds himself that he’s primarily here to safeguard the crowd: large gatherings always attract pickpockets, and his job is to blend in with the guests and catch suspicious persons before they have the chance to act.

nonetheless, he cannot help but sigh wistfully at the thought that he could have been here enjoying himself instead. if only criminals could realise their misgivings and stop inconveniencing everybody so incessantly…

absentmindedly, he allows his eyes to drift around as he laments his pitiful situation. he can tell almost everything about these people on first glance: that woman over there in a red ballgown is hiding an affair under her lover’s nose, judging by the way she keeps glancing across the hall at somebody else. the man with the mask like a crow isn’t confident in his dancing; his fingers are fidgeting, and he keeps looking down at his feet, turning down any requests for a partner. that person over th—

wait a moment.

he pulls his eyes back to the figure, where his gaze lingers for a moment. his lips curl with a smile.

well, this is a pleasant surprise.

a spring in his step, heizou pushes himself off the pillar towards you, thinking, surely he can keep his eye on criminals while he dances, no?

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00:00 - midnight.

the conductor claps their hands: a call for silence. a breath of anticipation is shared through the hall.

the deep notes of a cello signal that the dance is in way. no sooner has the music started that you feel a gloved hand close around yours, and you are pulled into your first dance.

you do not know what you were expecting, but a deck of cards presented before you is certainly not it.

“would you care to pick a card?” lyney asks, tipping a top hat towards you. he seems a touch familiar, in the way that you’re certain you have seen him somewhere before but cannot place it.

with little reason not to, you oblige and take a card from the fan he holds out to you, though confusion accompanies your action. you turn it over to check what its pattern is, but a hand slipping over yours stops you before you can see it.

“ah-ah, don’t look at it,” he instructs. you frown, fairly certain this is not how card tricks ought to work, but come to the conclusion that out of the two of you, he likely knows what he is doing better than you do. to your further surprise, however, he looks at the card, at which the corner of his lip lifts with a smirk. “a good choice,” he compliments you, though you do not know what for. he snaps his fingers, and the card has vanished.

he must notice you trying to search for it, for lyney chuckles and says, “eyes up here, mon chaton. we still have a dance to attend.” he lowers himself in an extravagant bow. “if you would indulge this poor, lonely magician…?”

(and a magician he must be, for he has charmed your heart in such a way that refusal is unthinkable.)

you incline your head, and behind his mask, a pair of pale blue eyes wrinkle with a knowing smile. lyney places a hand on your shoulder, another upon your waist, and begins to lead you in the steps.

a long cloak, black-furred and trimmed finely with red thread, hangs around his shoulders, its internal lining crossed with scarlet diamond patterns. two heeled boots are laced up to his knees, topped off with a perfectly tied knot. your attention is drawn to a bow tie hanging at his collarbone, spun from silk the colour of amethysts, which is matched by the magenta ribbon circling the length of his glossy top hat. a dark leather corset, gold-buttoned and decorated with subtle ornamentations, sits snugly over a white shirt boasting bishop sleeves and an elaborate frilled collar woven from lace, somehow both elegant and ostentatious at once.

your eyes drift to his mask, from behind which you see him looking back, mischief dancing in the glimmer of his irises. the mask itself is simple in design, but striking all the same: a smooth porcelain shell of black and white frames half of his face, its eyehole curved to emphasise the shape of the lilac eyes staring across at you, one from the mask and one from behind a sweep of cream hair. the surface catches chandelier light from above, glinting with the contrast of the clear white and ink black shapes spinning across its polished finish. painted on the mask below his right eye is a teardrop, and you cannot help but wonder why.

playful is the way he dances with you; each movement is light, carefree and teasing, as though all he is trying to do is make you smile. below this effortless charisma, however, you cannot shake the notion that each step has been prepared, and that he is taking you through a carefully coordinated choreography designed specifically to steal your heart.

(it must be working, too, for you make no attempt to resist his charm.)

when the first dance draws to a close, lyney sighs, as though disappointed you must part, and raises your knuckles to his lips with a gloved hand, brushing a feather-light kiss onto your knuckles. before he leaves, he winks at you, sending your heart a-flutter, and whispers, “your card, mon chérie.”

in your hand, where there was nothing a moment ago, you feel the outline of a paper edge. you stare down at the card he has left in your hands. it is not from a deck, and is marked with neither hearts nor diamonds nor clubs nor spades—instead, on its surface is painted a little smiling face, winking a heart at you. lyney has slipped away by the time you look up.

chuckling, you shake your head, and tuck the card away with a smile.

the night has begun on a high note; you wonder what else it will bring.

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the crowd shifts as participants change for the next dance. you find yourself facing a new mask, and a new partner.

this mask is unlike any you have seen before: its eyes are narrowed and its painted brows pulled together in an expression of cold anger. two curved fangs protrude from the top half of a wicked grin over his cheeks, and the mask seems almost cruel; so different to the way xiao hovers hesitant before you, unsure how to approach. the mask is whittled from wood and dyed a green so deep it appears almost black. patterns of gold leaf adorn its smooth surface, curling beneath his eyes and into a bud on his forehead. swirls of turquoise accentuate the fine craftsmanship of its design, such as the delicate horns rising from his forehead and the hooked nose sitting over his own.

the way xiao’s hands twitch at his sides speaks of the conflict of a desire to reach out and one to pull away. as the first note begins to play, you guide his hands to your waist and shoulder respectively in silent reassurance.

his hands are swathed in satin gloves, one teal, one black, and laced with fine threads of gold around his knuckles. a white hanfu is secured around his middle by a violet belt, from which hang an assortment of pocket watches which knock together gently as he moves. over the hanfu he wears an outer robe of deep indigo, decorated with swirling patterns of gold, green and purple which seem to twist and rise like smoke with each sway of the fabric. a thin necklace of copper beads hangs around his neck, glinting like stars in the gold glow of chandeliers.

his hair looks windswept and two long strands fall freely to his shoulders, streaked with turquoise. the rest is held up in a high bun, through which a butterfly hairpin is threaded, shaped from brass wire. you can not see much of his face, but below his mask, his jaw is delicate, lips are soft, and eyes are sharp but kind.

xiao dances as though he does not trust himself. not with the actual steps, no; his steps are graceful, and second to no other you have ever danced with—you would not be surprised if he was a professional—but with the way he holds you (or rather, the way he hesitates to). his hands hover over your body, barely touching you at all; almost like he is afraid to, lest something go wrong.

the waltz you share is beautiful, but distant: it is all fleeting touches and moments you wish could last longer. you yearn for something more than this barely-there touch. you can tell he feels the same.

your eyes drift again to his face. the mask is undoubtedly elegant, but you think it does not suit him: he is far too gentle a soul to comfortably don its cold facade. it saddens you a little how this poor individual must hide himself from his own love.

when the music draws to a close, his hand lingers upon yours until the very last note.

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“hello there, gorgeous.”

this is the voice which brushes past your ear from behind and sends a shiver down your spine. you turn around to face your final partner, who spares no time in lifting your hand to his lips and brushes a kiss to the inside of your wrist. the catch of your breath raises his lips with a smirk.

“dance with me?” heizou asks, and you barely have the time to nod before he whisks you into his arms.

his hand is warm on yours as he leads you through the dance’s steps. his attire is more casual compared to the others gathered here: buckled leather boots, a dark waistcoat interlaced with gold highlights over a white shirt, and a brown-and-beige overcoat which hangs around his waist, left to sway at his sides. an assortment of belts hang at his waist, as well as a pair of… handcuffs? his hair, flushed a deep wine red in the hall’s light, is pulled back with a black ribbon into a low ponytail and adorned with a silk hairband. a black half-cloak drapes over one shoulder from a metal shoulder pad, oddly reminiscent of old paintings of knights in artworks and tapestries.

my knight in shining armour, no? you think with an amused smile as he twirls you around.

exhilaration is what you feel when dancing with him: a light-footed joy which tip-toes around your head, sending thrills through your veins each time his lips teasingly brush past your ear as you turn (and you feel the breath of laughter which comes from him when you stiffen in response).

heizou dips you backwards without warning, inciting a gasp of surprise from you when your heart catches in your throat. he stares down at you, and you up at him, for a long, unbroken moment. the tips of his hair tickle your neck as he leans over you, olive eyes scanning yours with a mixture of playfulness and intensity. some seconds later, you begin to wonder when he will bring you back up.

in the meantime, your eyes have wandered across his face, pausing on the intricate clockwork patterns rising from his mask which weave into gold antlers above his head. upon closer inspection, to your astonishment, the cogs are not stationary: they turn within the antlers’ structure like the inner workings of a clock. the mask itself is a delicate frame of white-speckled feathers of colours red and grey and brown, fanning outwards in sleek plumes, which narrows into a pointed beak-like structure above his nose. two little black beads sit beneath each eyehole, glinting with a mischievous light; eyeholes which are carved like slight crescents, so he always seems to be smiling—a thought supported by the upwards quirk of his mouth.

(a mouth which, now that you consider it, is very close to yours indeed.)

you are pulled back to your feet in the next instant, left wishing you had stayed like that a moment longer.

and it appears that any moment with him is not long enough, for when the dance draws to a close, you do not yet want to leave.

(but this masquerade is not for those who look to find love. with all three you have met today, you had to remind yourself of this fact. this masquerade is meant merely for one to dance the night away with others who will go as quickly as they come under the guise of a carefree life.)

heizou steps from you, and it looks as though he is about to say something: but his eyes catch on something to your side, and a trace of urgency crosses his face. his hand comes to the silver cuffs at his waist, and he has the time only to flash you a stunning grin and a cheeky wink before vanishing into the crowd.

a little deflated, you watch him go, and depart from the ballroom alone. as before, you see none of your partners again on your way out.

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the night air is cold in comparison to the hall. the crowd shivers, their gowns and suits not designed for chill, but the wind’s bite does nothing to quieten the eager discussion of the night’s events.

you slip from the entrance in silence, weaving through circles of masks and disguises gathered at the steps. in your pocket, your hand tightens around a card and the memory of three dances: the one hiding fragility, the one hiding himself, and the one with nothing to conceal.

if only i could meet them again, you sigh, knowing you most likely never will.

but such is the manner of daydreams; and perhaps, one day, they may just come true.

#genshin impact x reader #lyney #lyney x reader #xiao #xiao x reader #heizou #heizou x reader

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writtenbymisunderstoodnerds · 10 months

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The voice over the phone (Christen Press x Reader)

My postgrad is finally done and I slept 14 hours straight so you get a random fic in celebration. Hope you enjoy :)

Warnings: Slight mentions of homophobia and being disowned.

Words: 4.3k

Some people, well actually probably a lot of people would say it was stupid to fall in love with a voice over the phone. A voice belonging to a women you had never met, let alone seen or knew the name of. It happened to me though. I had no intentions of feeling anything for this person, but slowly it happened. We started out as two strangers who happened to find each other and start talking to each other. The more we talked, the more we opened up and soon enough, I was telling her everything I was thinking, feeling, experiencing. I could be vulnerable with her. She was doing the same. I didn't know her real name, where she lived or anything revealing of her identity besides her age and gender. Neither did she about me. It was safe, anonymous. After a couple of months of talking, she brought up the idea of a phone call.

Once I heard her soft, slightly raspy voice for the first time, I was hooked. It was soothing, comforting in a way I had never heard before. We talked every night. About our days, problems, frustrations, and anything else we wanted to get off our chests. Talking to her was easy, either because of the anonymity of it or because she was comforting. I didn't know, but I knew I never wanted it to end. Maybe I wasn't falling in love with her, I was definitely in love with her voice though.

Of course we had talked about the idea of meeting or at least revealing what we looked like. I would've loved to know what she looked like, but we decided that for now at least, we wanted to stay hidden. Maybe one day it would happen.

Well that day happened sooner than I anticipated. It was my first camp for the USWNT. I had just arrived when I heard it. The soft, raspy voice of the anonymous girl from the phone. I spun around, eyes landing on a tall, tan, brunette with the most gorgeous green eyes. It was her. She didn't seem to recoganise me when I spoke to her. Which was both a relief and sent anxiousness through me. I had to decide if I told her or not. I didn't want to make things weird or stop our conversations. Talking with Christen was something I loved doing. Since I had her to talk to, I felt lighter, more relaxed. I knew it was wrong, but I let the fear overshadow that and decided not to tell Christen.

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I was in a secluded corner of the hotel, talking to Christen over the phone when she walked around the corner. I froze, thinking about ending the phone call, but that would be suspicious, I also went to mute the phone call, but it was too late. Christen was already speaking.

"Y/n?" Christen questioned, her voice echoing through the phone. She froze, looking at her phone then me, "You- you're Alice?"

Alice was the fake name I had given her when we first started talking. It was the first thing that came to mind when we decided on fake names. "Uh yeah."

"Holy shit. Why don't you seem surprised by this?"

It had already been two weeks of lying to her every time we talked. I couldn't keep doing it, even though I knew things weren't going to go well. So I reluctantly told her the truth, "I already knew who you were."

"How did you know? How long have you known? Why didn't you tell me?" Christen asked, hurt and betrayal clear as day on her face.

"Since the start of camp, I recoganised your voice. I didn't want to make things weird. We know too much about each other that no one else does. Things would either go great or things would get weird and I didn't want that to happen. I'm sorry, I know I should have told you."

"You should have told me. I had the right to know."

"I know, Chris I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

Anger replaced the hurt as she stepped back, putting as much distance between us as possible. My eyes stung with tears. I knew what was about to happen and I knew it was my fault. I didn't have the right to be upset about it. "Whatever this was, is done. I don't want to hear from you on that stupid app ever again, hell I would never talk to you again if we weren't on the same fucking team. I trusted you. I trusted you with stuff that no one else knows. With how easy it was for you to lie to me, now I have to worry that you'll tell everyone here."

I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat, the last thing I wanted was her to see me break, "Despite what it seems like, lying to you wasn't easy Chris. I hate myself for it. Thank you for the last few months, I know you might not believe it, but you have no idea how much it meant to me. I'm sorry I broke your trust, it was never my intention. I won't ever tell anyone anything you've told me, I swear."

Christen walked away without another word as I sunk back against the wall, tears finally slipping out. I should have told her the second I realised who she was. Now I had lost the one person in this world I could open up to about anything and it was my own stupid fault. Everything in me was telling me to run after her, to beg for forgiveness, but that wasn't fair to her. She had already been hurt enough by me, I didn't need to add to that.

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A few months had past since Christen found out and I had lost her. She had been ignoring me ever since. I had spent a few days moping, watching the hidden sadness surrounding Christen while trying to hide my own. After a few days, I decided it wasn't my right to be sad when I was the one who had hurt her. I got myself together, at least to anyone looking at me. Inside, I still beat myself up everyday, I found myself looking at our messages, reading through them, unable to delete them or going to message her when I had a bad day. It was torture. I knew it wasn't healthy, but I couldn't stop myself.

I was sitting on the bed in the hotel room, waiting to see who my roommate was. She walked through the door. I froze once again, cursing the universe who seemed to be against me. Of course this would happen to me. I noticed her frown before I picked up my headphones and key and leaving the room. She didn't want me around, she had made that perfectly clear. I didn't want to make her uncomfortable or remind her more than needed about what happened so I was going to do my best to avoid her while we had to share a room.

Since camp started, I had stayed out of the room all day, not returning until Christen was asleep, unless I knew she wasn't there. I was up, ready and out the door before she woke up. I was exhausted, but it was worth it to not make her uncomfortable. It also avoided the pain I felt when I saw her. The pain during training and team bonding was enough.

We had a day off, I didn't know what to do with myself. The tiredness was setting in, I didn't feel like doing anything so instead I was just sitting in the hotel garden, re-reading the messages between Christen and I. Today I was determined to actually delete the messages between us. It wasn't good for my mental health anymore. Just as I was about to delete them, a message popped up.

Footygirl_88: My roommate is ignoring me. She comes back when I'm asleep and leaves again before I wake up. I know me and her aren't on good terms at the moment, but I'm worried about her. She can't be getting much sleep. There are always bags under her eyes and she just looks sad all the time even though she tries to hide it.

SoccerNerd19: Maybe she feels guilty about what happened between you two? That she ruined everything and doesn't know if it can ever be fixed. Maybe she's giving you space because you made it clear you don't want to be around her and she doesn't want to make you uncomfortable. Maybe seeing you hurts her because she knows she fucked up and beats herself up for it everyday, even if she doesn't have the right to feel that way.

Three little dots appears for a few seconds before disappearing. I sighed, putting my phone in my pocket figuring the conversation was probably over. Maybe 10 minutes later there was a buzz in my pocket.

Footygirl_88: Yes I wanted space, but I never wanted her to exhaust herself out because of it. It's her room as well, she has every right to be here. Being around her doesn't make me uncomfortable, it's confusing, but never uncomfortable.

Footygirl_88: I don't know how I feel, what I think. It's like a jumbled mess of hurt, confusion, anger, but also missing and understanding. I miss talking to her everyday, having someone to confide in. I also understand part of why she hid it, she didn't want things to get weird, but I also don't understand. She said she trusted me with everything, but she didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth.

SoccerNerd19: She was scared that if you found out who she was then everything would stop. Scared you would stop talking to her, stop opening up, that things would get weird and she would lose you. That was the last thing she ever wanted to happen, she couldn't imagine not talking to you anymore. Despite not knowing what you looked liked, where you lived, what you did or even your real name, she started to feel feelings for you that scared her. Honestly, it made her feel kind of crazy. I mean, how could you start having feelings for someone that you've never seen let alone met?

Footygirl_88: I never wanted to stop talking to her either. I get that she was scared, but things weren't necessarily going to change. She never even tried to find out.

Footygirl_88: Do you think I should talk to her? Or is it too late?

SoccerNerd19: If you feel comfortable talking to her then you should, I know she would like that, but the last thing she wants is for you to feel uncomfortable.

Footygirl_88: Can you come back to the room please? We should talk

It was a lot easier to talk to her when pretending to be someone else. To say I was nervous was an understatement, I had just told her things that I would have only told the girl on the phone. Except the girl on the phone was Christen Press and I was around her a lot these days. I had also admitted to having feelings for her.

I slowly made my way back to the room. I was scared and nervous, almost tempted to run away. However, If there was even the slightest chance of having any form of relationship with her, I had to push aside the nerves and fear and talk to her.

"H-hey."

"Hi. I wasn't sure you even still had the app, but I thought I would give it a shot."

I awkwardly sat down on my bed, "I was actually about to delete it when your message popped up. I've spent too long these last few months re-reading our conversations, trying to stop myself from messaging you."

"I was thinking about doing that, but I couldn't bring myself to. We've had a lot of good conversations. You know, you have a stronger accent on the phone then you do in person. I think that's why I didn't recoganise you."

"When I'm tired I do. Most of the time when we talked it was after a long day where I was tired. I tend to dull down my accent around some people, but with you I never felt the need to do that."

"I like your accent." I was raised in Barcelona and had picked up the accent. I didn't necessarily like it all the time, it made me feel like I stood out, but when Christen told me she liked it, I felt a little less self conscious.

We sat in silence for a few seconds before I spoke up again, unable to just sit in silence anymore, "W-what did you want to talk about?"

"You're not crazy for developing feelings because I like you too. I jus-"

"You don't know if you can trust me."

Christen sighed, shifting to sit cross-legged on the bed, "It's not that I don't trust you Y/n. I probably trust you more than anyone. Which is saying something because up until a few months ago, I had no idea who you were. I'm just hurt that I had to find out by myself, that you didn't feel like you could tell me. Maybe I'm also a bit worried that if anything came up that you thought I would react badly to or any other negative reaction, that you wouldn't tell me."

"I'm sorry Chris, I know I should have told you, I wanted to tell you. I'm not going to recount all the reasons I didn't because you already know. It won't be like that again, I swear. The last thing I want or wanted I guess was to lose you. Honesty even when it's hard. I don't expect us to go back to how we were, at least not for a while. If you could find it in yourself to give me another chance, to re-prove myself, I will do everything I can to do that. There's no pressure, I understand if you can't."

"I think I can do that. It might take a while, but I don't want to give this up without at least trying to fix it. You can start by not running away and actually being around the room. We can't fix things if you're never around, also I meant it when I said I was worried. How much sleep have you been getting?"

"Maybe five hours max, but on average four."

"Y/n!" Christen scolded, "Never do that again or I will actually stop talking to you for good."

"Okay okay, promise."

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It had taken a few weeks for us to stop being awkward around each other. The team didn't know what happened, but they definitely caught on to the tension and weirdness between us. I think they were just relieved we were getting along. We hadn't had any deep, personal or late night talks like we used to, we were actually talking and hanging out again though. Occasionally, we would have conversations on the app like we used to, pretending we didn't know each other. They just weren't as personal.

Today however, was a shit day. My father, who had disowned me when I came out to him, who I hadn't heard from in about 3 years, messaged me out of the blue. I didn't know how to process it, so I messaged the one person I knew who could help me through it. I didn't know if she would want to have that type of conversation yet, but it was worth a shot. I knew I could have just texted her, but at the moment this way felt safer.

SoccerNerd19: I don't know if you want to do this again so feel free to ignore me, but I'm spiraling.

SoccerNerd19: My father messaged me today. I don't know what to think, how to feel, how to process it.

My phone rung not even ten seconds later. Christens name flashing across the screen. I hesitated for a second before answering.

Hey Y/n/n. What did he want?

He said that he had done a lot of thinking over the last three years, that he realised he had made a huge mistake and wants to see me.

How do you feel about seeing him?

He's my dad, of course I miss him, but he did something no father should do. I trusted him, I showed him a part of me and he just threw me aside after telling me he would always love me unconditionally, that he would always be there when I needed him. Turns out it was all a lie, his love was conditional on me being straight. On me fitting into his ideals. When he disowned me, it destroyed me. It took me at least a year and a half to start being a tiny bit okay again. I'm still not completely okay, I still find myself lying in bed late at night thinking about how we used to be, spending birthdays and holidays wishing that despite everything he was there. I don't know if I can bring myself to take the risk of undoing all my progress by seeing him.

You don't have to see him if you don't want to or you can wait until you feel like you're ready to see him. I know how much he hurt you, but maybe talking to him will help you heal. Whether that is just seeing him once then deciding to try rebuild your relationship or deciding you never want to see him again. Whatever you choose, I'm here with you Y/n.

Thank you Chris

If you decide to see him, maybe we can arrange it for next camp and I can come with you. If that's something you might want of course.

I would really appreciate that Chris, but you don't have to. It's my problem, I don't want to put you in an un-

I want to Y/n. I meant it when I said I'm here with you. You just have to let me in, let me be there for you. You don't have to make the decision right now, but when you do let me know okay? Don't push me away.

Okay. You're amazing Chris, thank you.

It was camp time again and Christen and I were roomed together. I had decided to give seeing my dad a chance. I didn't know if I would keep seeing him, but maybe seeing him would help close some wounds. It was happening tomorrow and Christen was coming with me. It had crossed my mind to not tell her because I felt bad about bringing her into my situation, but we had gone back to our almost nightly conversations and I had promised not to push her away. I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice. Besides, I really wanted Christen with me.

Christen had gone out while I was trying to have an early night to stop myself from freaking out. Trying being the main word there. The door opened and closed quietly, surprising me because I didn't expect her back so soon.

"Hey, are you awake?"

"Yeah. What's up?"

"Can we maybe try having one of our conversations in person?"

I pat the empty side of the bed, waiting for Christen to climb under the blankets before speaking again, "What's going on?"

"I don't know, I just feel off today."

"Okay, why don't you try name some of the things you're feeling?"

I had my eyes closed, lying on my side next to her. It was how I normally talked to her over the phone. I don't know why, it was just a habit that had formed. "You're not going to fall asleep on me are you?"

"No, this is how I have always talked to you. Now stop avoiding it."

"I just feel irritable, all over the place, down. Just everything all at once and I don't know why. I had to leave dinner because everything felt wrong."

"Can I try something?" Christen nodded so I shifted, wrapping my arms around her and hugging her tightly. Christen sunk into me, a relieved sigh slipping out. I held her until she slowly pulled away, small smile on her face.

"I think I needed that. Thank you."

"Perks of being together for our talks."

"I think I want to do this more often. The phone calls are great, but it's really nice being close to you when we talk or even just in general. I like being around you Y/n."

"Me too Chris."

Christen said she was feeling better so we started talking about random things instead. Now that the awkwardness had disappeared, it was just like all our conversations over the phone, but better because we were together. The only problem was that the feelings I had began to develop for the girl over the phone, had started to develop rather quickly for Christen. Yes they were the same person, but it was different. I knew a lot about Christen over the phone, while I was still getting to know who she was in person. There was always the urge to kiss her or at the very least ask her out. She had confessed to liking me too, but I was still nervous. She was also getting to know me as a person, what if she didn't like that person? Also, after what happened, I didn't want to rush into anything .

At some point I must have fallen asleep because I woke up with Christens arm wrapped tightly around me. Christen stirred, quickly going to move back. Before she could, I caught her hand, lacing our fingers together, "Please don't."

Her thumb ran over the mine, making me relax again, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, it doesn't have to mean anything, but please can we just stay like this for a while?"

"Okay. Are you nervous about today?"

"I don't know, I don't know what I'm feeling. Honestly, I'm trying not to think about it for now."

Christen pulled me further against her, holding me tighter and kissing just below my ear. I melted against her, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of her lips against my skin, even if it was innocent, "I've got you."

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We had just gotten back from seeing my dad. It had gone better than I expected. I was able to finally be honest with him about what he had done to me and how he had made me feel. He had apologised profusely, acknowledging that nothing he could say would change what he did, but he wanted to try rebuild our relationship if I was comfortable with it. I didn't know what I wanted, if I could handle that. It was something I was willing to think about at least.

I was feeling better than I thought I would be, but things were still kind of messy. Christen pulled me in for a hug which I sunk into instantly. Since we met, I had fallen in love with Christens hugs. They were warm and comforting, the type of hug that you sunk into and never wanted to leave. Eventually though, I pulled myself away, but didn't go far. I felt myself leaning in before I could stop myself. When I felt her breath fanning against my lips, I quickly pulled back. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was the closest I had gotten, "Shit I'm sorry."

Christen huffed, catching my arm before I could go put anymore distance between us, "Can you just kiss me already?"

I searched her face for any signs of discomfort or hesitance. When I didn't find any, I cupped her cheek, connecting our lips in a soft, short kiss. There were butterflies, sparks and every other cliché thing you could think of. It felt better than I ever could have imagined. Christen pulled me back in, lips gliding across mine as if they had a thousand times before.

Unfortunately, my phone rang, ruining the moment. It did however remind me that I was supposed to be at a photoshoot right now. I pulled away quickly to answer the call, frantically apologising and assuring them I would be there in a few minutes. Thankfully it was in the hotel.

"Shit, I'm so sorry I have to go. I'm late for my photoshoot."

Christen pecked my lips before pushing me to the door, "I'll see you later."

A few hours later I ended up back in our room. Christen wasn't there so I flopped down on the bed. I knew the team was doing something, but I couldn't bring myself to go. Between seeing my dad, finally kissing Christen then having to deal with a photo shoot on top of that, it had been an exhausting day. Both mentally and physically. Before I knew it, my eyes grew heavy and I quickly fell asleep.

I felt the bed dip next to me, Christens perfume filling my senses. Instead of saying anything or even opening my eyes, I just pushed myself up against her side, burying my face against her neck. "The girls missed you at team bonding."

"Just the girls?" I mumbled, feeling her shiver slightly.

Christen left a lingering kiss against my temple, "Maybe I missed you too, but they did keep asking about you."

"I'm sorry I didn't come. I just don't think I could've been around people after today."

"Don't apologise darling, I know today was hard. I told them you had your photoshoot so you wouldn't make it."

Finally, I pulled myself away, but only just enough to connect our lips. "I didn't mean to kiss and run earlier."

"I know you didn't, it's okay. We both got caught up and lost track of time. I'm just glad you finally did kiss me."

"Let me take you out tonight? Like a proper date."

Christen smiled, fingers running through my hair, "That could be acceptable, are you sure feel up to it though? We can always do tomorrow instead."

"There's nothing I would rather do then take a beautiful women out and spoil the shit out of her like she deserves. In five minutes though because I don't think I've ever been this comfy."

#uswnt x reader #uswnt imagine #uswnt imagines #christen press x reader #christen press/reader #christen press imagine #woso x reader #woso imagines

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whumpshaped · 6 months

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shapeshifter whumpee making themself look like whumper / whumper's loved ones to avoid getting hurt

tw nonhuman whumpee, shapeshifting, identity theft (but in self-defence), dehumanisation

Whumpee stared up at Whumper with wide eyes, hoping the transformation had been successful. It had to have been, since Whumper wasn't hurting them yet, and they even backed up a little to allow them some breathing room. Whumpee didn't dare breathe.

"What are you doing here?" Whumper asked, concern palpable in their voice. "And why are you… wearing this cloak? I almost hit you, I thought you were–"

"I know," Whumpee rasped. Their voice sounded odd; it always did whenever it wasn't their own. It was the voice of Whumper's spouse, or as close as their memory could get them to it. "I know, I– I was looking for you everywhere! That thing took my clothes, then gave me their own… I was running around town, hoping to find you before they did… They're definitely planning on tricking you. I, I don't know what I would've done if they'd reached you first, you would've never believed me–"

Whumper brought them into a warm embrace, and Whumpee hoped that the frantic beat of their heart was going to be chalked up to reasonable nerves and panic. "Shh… Of course I would've believed you… Do you think I only know you from your clothes and face?"

"I hope n-not…"

"Of course not."

Whumpee would've laughed at the irony if they hadn't been so terrified. Being cradled by a person who wanted to kill them was not something they'd ever thought they'd go through.

"Let's go home," Whumper murmured. "I'll keep looking for them once you're safe."

Whumpee nodded, the fear almost paralysing them. If Whumper's real spouse happened to be home, well… they'd cross that bridge when they got there.

general drabbles taglist: @ashh-ed @whumpsday @whump-queen @the-scrapegoat @hidden-dreamland @rosewriteswhump @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night @whumpkinpie @delicateprincepaper @whumppmuhw @whump-em @cyborg0109 @morning-star-whump @justanotherlokifan @2in1whump @lthrboy @justletmereadmywhump @florissimps @anonymous-tiangou @whump-kitty

#asks #plant anon #whump #whump drabble #nonhuman whumpee #shapeshifting #identity theft #dehumanisation

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doumadono · 8 months

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Okay FEEL FREE to ignore please but this a silly one, I've asked for emergency requests before, they were anonymous, i loved it so much and tyty you're a brilliant writer and I've been kinda down lately, could use a laugh. How would Douma react to someone asking "would you still love me if I was a worm" like definitely the person asking is someone he has grown to care for

Douma & gn!reader with an unexpected question - headcanons

MASTERLIST

At first, Douma might raise an eyebrow or chuckle softly, intrigued by the unexpected question. He has a playful side hidden beneath his composed demeanor, and he'd find amusement in the creativity of the inquiry.

Douma's analytical nature could kick in, causing him to consider the question from multiple angles. He might start asking questions in return, trying to understand the context or intent behind such an inquiry.

If he detects a playful or lighthearted tone, Douma might crack a faint smile, showing a rare glimpse of his lighter side. He could appreciate his significant other's attempt to inject humor into the conversation.

Knowing they care for him and are perhaps seeking reassurance, Douma might respond with a gentle and sincere affirmation. He could say something like, "My feelings for you go beyond external forms. Whether worm or human, you're the same person I care deeply for."

Douma might delve into deeper philosophical discussions, pondering the nature of love, identity, and the significance of physical forms. He could use the question as a springboard to engage in a thought-provoking conversation.

Douma might reassure his significant other that his feelings are steadfast and not tied to their appearance. He could emphasize that his love is unconditional and enduring.

Douma might play along with the whimsy of the question, responding with a cryptic smile. He could say, "Would you still ask such questions if I were a star in the night sky?"

Through his responses, he would subtly convey that he cares deeply for them, regardless of how unusual or playful their questions might be.

#douma kny #douma kimetsu no yaiba #douma headcanons #douma x reader #douma x y/n #douma x you #demon slayer douma #kny douma #douma fluff #kny x reader #kny x y/n #kny x you #x reader #divider by cafekitsune #kimetsu no yaiba douma #kny fluff #kny headcanons #emergency request

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little-emerald-snake · 6 months

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Kinktober Day 25

Glory Hole - Sebastian Sallow X F!MC

🔥NSFW 🔞 MDNI

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Sebastian was frustrated, he’d been studying so intensely that he’d felt like his mind was shot. He wasn’t the only one either. A few nights ago in their common room, a bunch of the boys had gone around telling what they were doing to blow off steam and relax.

A few had chuckled, stating that in the girls' Slytherin bathrooms there was a glory hole and if you came at the right time, sometimes a girl would be willing on the other side to also blow off steam.

A few of the boys had been and gotten lucky, others had gone and nobody was there. They’d deducted it wasn’t always the same girl. Some would let you know who they were and others kept it very anonymous.

Sebastian wished he could immediately have brushed it off but his curiosity got the best of him. The more he listened, the more he wanted to visit for himself and let some pretty girl take care of his needs for stress relief.

He’d gone to bed that night unable to stop thinking about it. His mind bounced from just wanting to visit and check it out, to actually wanting to participate, to possibly just asking a female classmate if she’d like to engage in some extracurricular activities.

The next morning he woke, the secret glory hole still on his mind as he milled down to the Great Hall to find some breakfast. Even Ominis called him on how quiet he was as his mind was off conjuring up who would possibly be on the other end if he went, if she’d use her mouth or hand or maybe even let him fuck her, would he keep his identity hidden or let her know and what would she chose?

After breakfast he’d finally made a decision, he would go down tonight after curfew and if no one was there he’d put it out of his mind and forget the whole thing.

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Once curfew had hit he made his way out and past the prefects. He used the disillusionment spell to conceal himself all the way to the girls' bathrooms. It honestly wasn’t that far but he still felt like there was so much risk in the entire situation.

He pushed the door open to the bathroom and slid inside. He couldn’t see anyone immediately but still made his way down to the stall the boys had told him about and slid inside the stall before dropping the disillusionment spell.

The other guys had said they didn’t keep their identities secret but he still wasn’t so sure on what to do. He sat on the lid of the toilet, her nerves firing like crazy. It was completely silent in the bathroom which made him feel like he might be alone.

He finally mustered the courage, rapping his knuckles on the stall next to him. He sat deathly still, holding his breath as he waited for a response. Just as he was about to call it quits, a quiet knock answered him back and sent his heart racing.

He swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly very dry. He stood up and undid his pants, stroking himself a few times to get himself hard before he put himself through the glory hole and waited.

After only a few moments he felt soft fingers grasp him and he blew out a sigh of relief. He instantly grew harder, placing his forehead and palms against the wooden divider.

Her delicate fingers stroked him a few times before she kneeled, placing his thick erection into her mouth. She eagerly sucked the tip, rolling her tongue over the swollen head which drew a soft moan from the boy on the other side.

She was nervous but eager to please. After hearing about the glory hole she hadn’t been able to get it off her mind. At first she’d planned to ask who was on the other side but after hearing him come in with the disillusionment spell and him not saying anything she felt odd asking.

She couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up inside of her when the boy on the other side of the divider groaned. She could already feel him twitching with excitement in her mouth.

He couldn’t believe he’d groaned, looking so desperate already. He was mentally chastising himself when she hollowed her cheeks and sucked harder. He couldn’t control his hips bucking against the divider as she took him deeper.

His cheeks flushed as his fingers wrapped over the top of the divider, face still pressed up against the wood as he did his best to fuck her mouth. He let out another groan when she hummed in satisfaction.

He didn’t want to admit he was falling apart so fast for her but he was. He wanted more of her, all that she would give but he was afraid to speak up and alert the girl as to who he was.

He gritted his teeth, thinking about Ominis yelling at him, about professor Weasley scolding him, anything to hold himself back from cumming right now. “P-please…great Merlin if you keep that up I'm gonna cum…”

He felt her pull back and replace her mouth with her hand. He could feel the tentative strokes on his erection and he silently thanked whoever was out there that she was still interested, despite hearing his voice. “S-Sebastian? Is that you?”

His eyes widened as he heard her. Of all people it had to be the new fifth year. Although now she wasn’t new nor was she a fifth year. But it was the girl he’d crushed on for so long. “Yea…it’s me. Fancy meeting you here I suppose. I mean, we always were the sort for getting into trouble.”

She let out a laugh and he smiled, still flushed in the face at being caught literally with his pants down. She gently kept stroking him in her hand. “W-would you want to do…more than just get a blowjob?”

He shut his eyes tight and willed himself not to twitch in her palm. “Yea, if that’s an option…I’d definitely take it. I’d like to make you feel good too, after all.”

He felt her release him and heard shuffling on the other side for a moment before finally she pressed herself up against his tip. His swollen head spread her already soaking wet pussy open and he groaned. “Fuck. You’re already so wet…have you been playing with yourself this whole time?”

She let out a soft moan as she sunk down on his erection, ass pressed against the divider as she worked her hips back onto him. “Y-yea, didn’t know if the person on the other side would be a giver or not. Ah, I’m pleased to say he is, and gods he feels good.”

He bit into his lip and white knuckled the divider, working his hips into her with reckless abandon. Her sensual plea’s and cries for more were music to his ears as he wrecked her.

He was absolutely living for hearing her beg and plead for more, hearing his crush moan for him was better than anything he’d ever imagined would happen between them. Her slick cunt taking him with ease as he fought his own end.

He bit hard into his lip to stop himself from falling over the edge as her slick walls rippled around him. He could tell by her moans that she was cumming hard on his cock and he forced himself to hold back and fuck her through her orgasm.

Once he was sure she was done he stilled his hips, still white knuckling the divider. “Ah fuck, p-please tell me I can cum inside you…I-I’ll get you a potion…anything you need. I just really wanna cum inside you, you feel too good.”

She moaned and answered by rocking her hips back against the divider, causing his knees to buckle and shake. He came apart easily, cum spurting out deep inside of her as she took his pleasure into her own hands. “Ah! Yes! Fuck, you feel so fucking good!”

He stayed plastered against the divider, catching his breath as she slowly moved her hips, milking him for all he was worth till he was entirely too sensitive. “Gods you’re incredible. I-I’d kill to do this again sometime…maybe in a proper bed like you deserve next time?”

He was pleased when she agreed, deciding it was so much easier to just sleep with each other to destress instead of trying to find a stranger. “I’d really like that Seb…I’d say making us a regular thing is long overdue.”

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thewulf · 6 days

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Skies of Concern || Mickey "Fanboy" Garcia

Summary: Request -may i request for top gun maverick with husband!mickey 'fanboy' garcia x civillian maverick's daughter!reader please? when you heard that mav called mickey to join a mission, you kind of mad to your dad cause it is dangerous for mickey (worried)... Read Rest Here

A/N: Eeeeek! This one was fun to write. Super cute and fluffy. Memories are in italics. Hope you enjoy anon!

Pairing: Mickey Fanboy" Garcia x Female Reader

Word Count: 2.6k +

T/W : General TGM warnings

The sun dipped below the horizon casting a warm, golden glow across the tarmac of the Naval Air Station as you waited for the aircraft carrier to arrive back on base. You stood near the water as the anticipation built with each passing minute. You were anxiously awaiting the return of your father, Maverick, and his trusted wingman and your beloved husband, Mickey Garcia.

But even in the middle of the tension and worry that gripped your heart your mind wandered back to a warmer memory. A moment of serendipity that had brought you into the orbit of the charismatic WSO who would later become your husband much to your fathers dismay. Although he eventually came around and loved Mickey as his own son.

It was a balmy evening at the Hard Deck as you waited for your father to return from a training mission. He’d asked you to meet him there against your better judgement. Although you didn’t frequent the bar that often anymore you had sought solace in the familiar surroundings of the bar, the chatter of fellow Navy personnel providing a comforting backdrop to your thoughts. As you nursed a drink at the counter trying to push aside the nagging worry that always accompanied your father's missions, you noticed him.

Mickey Garcia, with his effortless charm and magnetic presence strode into the bar. His flight suit a testament to the adrenaline-fueled world he inhabited. His gaze briefly met yours and in that fleeting moment, something sparked between you—a connection born in the anonymity of the crowded room. You should’ve run far, far away after the smirk grew on the pilot’s face. But you couldn’t. It’s like that one look had you rooted right into the bar stool.

Unbeknownst to Mickey he had just caught the eye of Maverick's daughter. You had planned to keep your identity hidden. More than content to observe from the shadows as he approached with a casual confidence that belied the danger of his profession.

"Hey there," he greeted you. His smile as warm as the fading sunlight outside. "Haven't seen you around here before. I’d remember a pretty face like yours. You can’t be a regular, no?"

His words were laced with genuine curiosity with a playful demeanor drawing you in despite the weight of your worries. Little did you know that chance encounter would set the stage for a journey fraught with danger and adventure but so much love. Oh, so much love.

As Mickey leaned casually against the bar with that signature mischievous twinkle in his eyes you couldn't help but return his flirtatious banter. "Well,” you replied with a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Maybe I like to keep things interesting. You never know when a new face might turn up." He was right. You often avoided the Hard Dec as it was your father and Penny’s spot.

Mickey chuckled. The sweet sound sent a pleasant shiver down your spine. "I like the way you think," he said. His gaze lingering on you with unmistakable interest. "Name's Mickey, by the way. Mickey Garcia." You nodded. You knew that. Hell, you knew most of your dads pilots even if you hadn’t formally met them. But you had to play dumb to keep up your charade.

You extended your hand. A coy smile playing on your lips. "Nice to meet you, Mickey. I'm... just a girl trying to enjoy her night."

His handshake was firm, his touch sending a jolt of electricity through you. "Well, just a girl, if you ever need someone to show you around this place… you know who to call," he spoke with a confidence only pilots seemed to have.

Before you could respond to him the familiar sound of your fathers voice cut through the air, drawing your attention to the entrance of the bar. Your heart skipped a beat as you watched your father stride in. He looked to be in one piece. Your concern washed away in an instant. His presence commanded the attention of everyone in the room. When he spotted you chatting with one of his pilots at the bar he made a beeline right to you with a less than thrilled look on his face.

"Hey there, sweetheart," Your dad greeted you. His voice was warm with affection as he pulled you into a quick hug. "You holding up okay?"

You nodded. A small smile tugging at your lips as you leaned into his embrace. "Yeah, Dad," you replied oh so grateful for the familiar strength of his arms around you. "Just glad to see you back in one piece."

But as Pete pulled away his gaze fell on Mickey, and you felt a knot of tension coil in the pit of your stomach. There was a shift in the air. A subtle change in your dads demeanor that set your heart racing with apprehension.

"Fanboy," Maverick spoke with an icy tone as he turned his attention to the charming pilot beside you. "Fancy seeing you here."

Mickey's easy grin faltered and was replaced by a look of uncertainty as he met Maverick's gaze. "Hey, Maverick," he replied. His voice tinged with a hint of nervousness. "Didn't expect to run into you here. You’re not usually here after missions."

There was a moment of uncomfortable silence between them. The air thick with unspoken tension as Maverick's gaze bore into Mickey with an intensity that made you squirm in your barstool. Finally, Pete spoke, his voice low and dangerous. "No funny business with my daughter, Garcia," he said. His words a thinly veiled warning. "Or you'll answer to me."

Mickey swallowed hard. The weight of Maverick's stare bearing down on him like a leaden weight. "Yes, sir," he replied. His voice was barely above a whisper as he nodded in silent acquiescence.

And as Maverick turned away with his arm slipping around your shoulders in a protective gesture. You couldn't help but wonder what lay ahead for you with Mickey. The chemistry between the two of you was something you’d never experienced before. There had to be something more. You felt caught between the love of a father and the allure of the skies.

It had been years since that fateful meeting at the Hard Deck, years filled with adventure, love, and the occasional heart-stopping moment as you watched your husband and father take to the skies together. But through it all you had remained steadfast in your support for both of them.

As you stood there the memories of that first encounter with Mickey came flooding back. A bittersweet reminder of how far you had come since that chance meeting. Now, as you awaited their return, your heart swelled with a mixture of pride and worry. You knew all too well the dangers that lurked beyond the clouds. But despite the nagging fear that gnawed at your insides you refused to let it consume you. You had learned to trust in Mickey's skill and your dads experience.

Your thoughts then took to earlier on in the week when you father broke the news he was taking your now husband with him to go fly a mission in Russia. He couldn’t tell you the details, but you knew it was going to be risky. Anything overseas always was. A pit formed in your stomach at the thought of the two most important guys in your life putting their lives in danger once again.

Unable to contain your fears any longer you turned to your father with a pleading look in your eyes. "Dad, you can't do this," you said, your voice trembling with emotion. "You can't take Mickey on this mission. It's too dangerous dad!"

Maverick's expression hardened. His jaw tightening as he met your gaze with a steely resolve. "I have to, sweetheart," he replied with a sorrowful look as his voice firm but tinged with regret. "We're the best chance they've got and Mickey's one of the best damn WSO’s I know."

You shook your head. The frustration and fear bubbling up inside you like a tempest ready to burst. "But it's not fair," you cried out as the words tumbled out in a rush. "Both of you don’t need to go. How about just you? Or him? Not both of you! I can't take it dad. Please" You knew the pleading would likely fall on deaf ears, but you had to try.

Your voice cracked with emotion. Tears welling up in your eyes as the weight of your fear threatened to crush you. You had spent countless nights lying awake dreading this exact moment when the call would come. One that summoned your father and husband into the heart of danger once again but farther away than you thought possible.

This time felt different, the stakes higher than ever before. And as you stood there with anger and despair boiling over inside you, you knew that you couldn't bear the thought of losing them both, not now, not ever.

Maverick's expression softened. A rare flicker of sympathy crossing his features as he reached out to pull you into a comforting embrace. "I know, sweetheart," he murmured. His voice gentle against your ear. "But we have a job to do, and we'll come back to you, I promise."

You clung to him like a scared five-year-old but you really couldn’t care. You were terrified. The weight of his words offering a sliver of solace amidst the storm of uncertainty you prayed with all your heart that his promise would hold true. That both your father and husband would return to you unscathed once more.

The anticipation was palpable as you stood on the base. Your eyes fixed on the horizon where the carrier would soon appear. It had been over a week since you last saw your husband, and your father depart on their mission. Each moment of their absence had felt like an eternity.

But now as the massive silhouette of the carrier emerged from the vast expanse of the ocean your heart leaped with relief. They were back. They were safe. You knew it because you hadn't received that dreaded call. The one that brought news of tragedy and loss. Still, despite the reassurance a knot of anxiety tightened in your stomach as you waited for them to disembark. You couldn't shake the lingering worry, the fear of the unknown that had plagued you since the moment they left.

And then, finally, the gangplank descended, and a surge of relief washed over you as you caught sight of familiar figures making their way down onto the dock. Your heart raced as you scanned the crowd searching for the faces you longed to see.

And there they were.

Your father emerged first with his iconic aviator shades shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun. Beside him, Mickey walked with a confident stride. His tattered flight suit a testament to the adventure they had just returned from.

Without a second thought you rushed forward ignoring the protests from the officers guarding the walkway. Your heart pounded with a mixture of joy and apprehension. They were here. They were safe. But still you needed to see them with your own eyes. To feel the reassuring warmth of their embrace. His embrace. Your husband and beloved.

Without hesitation you rushed forward to you husband. Your arms outstretched as you leaped into his embrace wrapping your legs around his waist. "Babe!" you exclaimed while happily peppering his cheeks with kisses. "Are you okay? You're not hurt, are you? I missed you so much! Don’t go for that long again, please." Your eyes scanned his frame for any sign of distress.

Mickey laughed while wrapping his arms tightly around you and returning your kisses with equal fervor. "I'm fine, honey," he reassured you, his voice filled with affection. "Not a scratch on me. I missed you more than you know pretty lady." He gave you a squeeze as he held you in his arms as the both of you ignored the bewildered captain beside you.

Your attention wholly focused on the man holding you in his strong arms. But when you finally pulled back you couldn't help but notice the grin spreading across your fathers face as he watched the reunion between his daughter and son-in-law.

"Looks like someone's glad to see her husband and not so much her old man," he remarked with amusement twinkling in his eyes.

You flushed with embarrassment realizing you had been so caught up in your reunion with Mickey that you had all but forgotten all about your father. But as you glanced back at him you found nothing but warmth and understanding in his expression.

"Sorry, Dad," you said sheepishly. "I was just... really glad to see Mickey. It’s good to see you too." As you attempted to slip down from Mickey's hold expecting to stand on your own feet again, you felt him tighten his grip around you. He wasn't willing to let you go just yet and a warm sense of contentment washed over you as you remained enveloped in his embrace.

Maverick chuckled. His eyes had a knowing amusement in them as he watched the scene unfold. "I can see that," he replied. His voice tinged with pride. "I see I’ve officially been replaced."

You grinned with your cheeks flushing with affectionate embarrassment at your father's teasing remark. "Well, Dad," you spoke playfully jabbing his shoulder from Mickey’s hold. "I think there's enough love to go around for both of you."

Pete laughed. "I suppose so," His voice filled with warmth as he spoke. "Just don't forget who taught him everything he knows."

You smiled, feeling a rush of gratitude for the two most important men in your life. "I could never forget.”

As Maverick chuckled, shaking his head, and walked away he left just the two of you there to continue on. Mickey still held you close in his arms. His embrace filled with a longing that mirrored your own. With Pete out of sight he seemed to pull you even closer. His touch igniting that usual fire within you.

Feeling his warmth enveloping you, you melted into his embrace. Your body fitting perfectly against his. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss. A silent declaration of his desire and his longing for you. The kiss deepened becoming more passionate as if he couldn't get enough of you after being apart for too long.

When he finally pulled back his breath came out in ragged gasps. He pressed his forehead against yours with eyes dark full of desire. "God, I missed you," he murmured. His voice husky with emotion. A mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes as he winked suggestively. His lips curling into a playful grin. And as you stood there wrapped in his embrace surrounded by the sights, and sounds of the base, you knew that the reunion you had been longing for was just beginning.

With a shared smirk Mickey held you a as tight as he could without squeezing you completely. His gaze was filled with promises of the passion to come. "Let's get out of here my love," he whispered. His voice low and intimate. "I want to show you just how much I missed you." The earned a giggle out of you as you knew he meant business when it came to that look.

And with that he carried you effortlessly towards your car. Each step filled with anticipation and desire. With a thrill of excitement coursing through you, you knew that the night ahead held endless possibilities. And you couldn't wait to explore them all with the man you loved.

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nhasablogg · 1 year

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I just want you to know who I am

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Characters: Spencer Reid, The BAU

Anonymous said: Spencer cracks the identity of a "serial tickler" and has to come to terms with his own hidden love of tickling.

A/N: This was fun! It was fun writing about a case like this again but from Spencer’s POV this time. I hope you like it!

Warnings: An UnSub who breaks into people’s homes and ties them up to non-consensually tickle them, but this one’s super ungraphic and mostly just fluff tbh.

Words: 7.4k

(Read it on ao3)

Spencer was squinting at the board, which was poorly illuminated now due to the descending sun. He probably should have turned on a light, but he’d been standing there for the past twenty minutes and refused to move. If he moved he might lose it, the little hint of something at the back of his mind. The board contained pictures of bodies, only this time they were all alive, tied up but alive. That was unusual, to have every single victim to interview. They weren’t even really hurt, only a little traumatized, but they all knew that talking to traumatized victims was almost harder than talking to mere witnesses who’d simply seen something out of the ordinary. Hell, even talking to family members was easier than to scratch open wounds that had barely had time to start healing.

He rubbed at his temple and sighed. This was hopeless.

“I can’t seem to find a connection between them at all,” he said when Gideon entered. “They’re all of different ages. Different socioeconomic backgrounds. Different skin colors, different body types, different types of people entirely. The only thing they seem to have in common is the fact that they live here in Quantico.”

“Take a break,” Gideon told him. “Let’s recoup in fifteen, okay?”

Spencer deflated. “Fine.”

“That’s not a punishment, Reid,” he replied with a laugh. “Have some coffee. Hotch and Morgan will be back soon.”

“Okay.”

Gideon tilted his head. “After you.”

“You’re no fun, you know that?”

“And you must be entirely engrossed if you’re saying no to coffee.”

“I feel like I have something,” he said, exiting the room with Gideon right behind him. “I just can’t figure out what.”

“And that’s why I told you to take a break.”

“Reid, needing a break?” Morgan said, suddenly appearing. “Well, I’ve seen everything.”

Spencer turned toward him. “You got anything?”

He sighed. “Not really. The victim’s don’t know why they’d been chosen to get tickled. We tried to be tactful in case they have, like, a thing for it or something and met the UnSub through that, but they won’t talk.”

“Probably embarrassed.”

“Well, I can’t really blame them. Imagine having the FBI asking you these types of questions.”

Spencer hummed. “I don’t think they would all lie about it though, seeing as that wouldn’t help us solve it.”

“So you don’t think they met the UnSub on some sort of forum or something?”

Something clicked in Spencer’s head. “Forum. Oh my god, that’s it.”

Morgan frowned. “But you just said they probably wouldn’t lie.”

“Not them.” Spencer was already running toward Garcia’s office. “But someone living on their addresses.”

“Reid, victimology.”

“The UnSub has purposefully chosen family members - or in some cases roommates - that live with the person who most likely got in contact with the UnSub through a tickle forum. Garcia’s trying to narrow down which one. Turns out there are a lot of them. As for the people he picked, he avoided minors and elderly people, keeping the age range between 20 and 55 with no other obvious preferences. The reason none of them admitted to being interested in it is because they’re not the ones who browsed the forums, so we need to go back and talk to the other people living there.”

“They’ve not said anything about their connection to it,” Prentiss said.

“They’re probably freaked out and embarrassed. Guilty because they wonder if they’re somehow responsible for it. My guess is the UnSub traced their IP addresses and found out where they live. He probably lives here and picked victims close by so that he could be in and out as quickly as possible. Mr Rodriguez said he’d been tickled for an hour, right?”

Hotch nodded. “And Miss Bardot for twenty minutes.”

“And Mrs Smith for three hours. I think the UnSub knows how long they’ll be home alone and plans his attacks after how much time he has. Mrs Smith was intricately tied up, which could tell us more about the UnSub’s preferences, since he obviously does research, but also that he had more time. Miss Bardot was simply handcuffed to her bed, which is the quickest way to restrain her without making a fuss.”

“So this guy talks to people on a tickle forum and then decides to attack their family members instead?” Morgan shook his head. “It makes no sense. Why not simply meet up with the people he was talking to?”

“He likes the non-consensual nature of this,” Gideon said. “He gets a fix from talking on the forum, and then he gets a different type of fix when he attacks. He’s simply killing two birds with one stone by picking addresses from the forum. It narrows them down. He probably also enjoys the idea that the people he talked to are freaking out about it.”

“So say we find the forum. How are we supposed to figure out who did it?” Morgan asked.

Hotch said, “We need to talk to the family members. See which one of them has visited a site like this, and if anyone in particular stuck out.”

Spencer crossed his arms. “Maybe we need to go undercover in the forum too. Draw him out.”

“That’s not a bad idea. Let’s go talk to the victims and their families first. Morgan and Prentiss go talk to the Smiths first. Reid and I will take Mr Rodriguez.”

Mr Rodriguez lived in a calm suburban area in a house that looked clean on the outside, but was overcrowded on the inside. Things and people everywhere, ranging from kids to cousins who seemed to be staying with Mr and Mrs Rodriguez for longer periods of time, whether it meant they actually were living there or simply visiting Spencer wasn’t sure.

“Oh hello,” Gideon said when the door opened to a little girl peeking out. “Is your dad home?”

She blinked up at him with big brown eyes, which went from curious to squinting in an instant as she slammed the door shut in their faces.

“Was that a no?” Spencer said with a laugh when the door opened again.

“I’m so sorry,” Mr Rodriguez said, holding the little girl in his arms. “We told her not to open the doors to strangers and, well-”

“She’s never met us,” Gideon filled in. “She did very good.”

“Except for the fact that she opened the door to begin with,” Mrs Rodriguez said, appearing at Mr Rodriguez’s side. “Let me take her.”

He handed the girl over to her mother and stepped aside. “Please come in.”

The house seemed less crowded this time around, but they found people in each room they passed. Spencer kind of liked it in theory, but knew he’d probably go crazy himself if he couldn’t be left alone. If each moment could potentially bring someone else into the room, needing him, needing company, needing reassurance. Finding just one hour where the father would be entirely alone in the house must’ve been difficult, and yet the UnSub had managed it. Whomever he’d been talking to they probably had been talking for a while.

They settled in the living room, a child instantly climbing into Spencer’s lap. Another girl, identical to the one who had opened the door. Twins, he realized as he semi-awkwardly placed his arms around her as she leaned back against his chest and looked up at him. “Hi.”

She didn’t reply, but smiled so brightly he had to smile back.

“How many children do you have, Mr Rodriguez?” Gideon asked, sitting on the other couch across the room, giving them both opportunities to see different things.

“Biologically we only have five. Elena and Julieta are the youngest. They’re four. Then we have Emiliano, who’s seven, Amelia who’s nine and lastly Felipe who’s eleven.”

Spencer and Gideon exchanged a look. All too young to really be on a forum.

“But we did foster my older brother’s children,” Mr Rodriguez continued. “That’s why there are so many of us,” he added with a laugh. He seemed calmer that day. He wouldn’t fully meet their eyes still, but he wasn’t shaking anymore.

“That’s compassionate of you,” Gideon said, straightening.

He waved a hand. “He would’ve done the same for me. He got deported, you see.”

“I’m sorry.”

“We’re trying to get him back, but…” He trailed off. “Anyway. He has four children, but they’re all a little older. The oldest one, Lucía, is away at college and Samuel’s moved out, although I swear he’s here more than at home. We only have Ari and Camila here.”

“And how old are they?”

“Ari’s 18. He’ll be going off to college next year he said, but he’s taking a gap year. Camila’s eleven, like Felipe.”

They exchanged another look. “Could we possibly talk to Ari?”

Mr Rodriguez frowned. “Ari’s a good boy,” he said.

Gideon held up his hand. “I’m sure he is, Mr Rodriguez.”

“He works to help us out. Never got in trouble. Straight A student. The only reason he took a gap year is because his scholarship didn’t go through.”

“He’s not in trouble, sir, we’d just like to talk to him.”

Ari cracked his door open when they knocked. “Yes?”

“Hi, Ari,” Gideon said, showing his badge. “Agent Gideon and Doctor Reid. You remember us?”

“Sure,” he said, opening the door wider. “You were here after we found my uncle.”

“We have a few questions for you if that’s okay.”

He visibly stiffened. “I was at work when it happened.”

“Oh, we know. We got everyone’s alibis, don’t worry.”

He shifted from foot to foot, glancing behind them at the empty hallway. “Come in.”

Ari sat on his desk chair while Gideon and Spencer took the bed. “This might be an uncomfortable conversation,” Gideon warned him. “But we need you to be honest with us.”

Ari fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “Okay.”

“You know how your uncle got tickled by his attacker?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we have a theory that he got the address to your house from a specific forum. That he spoke to someone on this address and traced it here to pick a victim.”

Ari’s face fell. “You think?”

“Do you happen to know if someone in this household has visited a tickle forum in the past and possibly talked to someone?”

“They’re all children,” Ari said. “And I don’t think my aunt would. Maybe my uncle?”

“No. He would admit to it in a heartbeat since it would mean his attacker would get caught.” Gideon smiled sympathetically. “That leaves you.”

Ari avarted his eyes. “Me? You think I’ve been on this… t-tickle forum?”

“It’s just a theory, but it’s currently the only one we have.” He leaned forward. “I’m sorry that this is embarrassing. We only really need to know if that’s the case and what site. Maybe if we could borrow your computer too.”

Ari ran a hand over his face. “Oh my god, I can’t believe this is happening.” He looked up at them. “It’s my fault?”

Gideon hummed. “So you have been on a forum.”

“Yes, okay? Yes. I’m just. Curious.”

“You don’t have to explain yourself to us, it’s okay.”

“Oh my god, please don’t tell my uncle. Or anyone.”

“We won’t, don’t worry.”

He stood up suddenly, pacing the room. “I wondered if it was my fault,” he said quietly. “I just didn’t expect the answer to be yes.”

“Ari.” Spencer spoke for the first time, tilting his head at the teenager. “Why don’t you start from the beginning?”

“I’ve not been tickled in years,” Spencer found himself saying later that day.

Morgan grinned at him. “I bet you’re real ticklish, though,” he said. “Probably a giggler.”

“I didn’t say that.” But he started blushing, which was unusual even to him. Spencer was awkward, yes, but not shy. “Besides, being ticklish is natural. A defense mechanism of some sort. Back in ancient Japan it was used as punishment if you wanted to ensure no one would be able to find any proof of actual injury.”

“Changing the subject, I see.”

“Not at all,” he insisted. “It’s still within the same topic.”

“But it’s been redirected away from your own sensitivity.” Morgan leaned forward, which didn’t necessarily cause any alarm since there was a whole table between them. “Tell me, pretty boy. Where’s your spot? The spot that makes you scream if touched.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think I have one?”

“No? Nowhere?”

“No?”

“But you are ticklish?”

“Of course he is,” Garcia said, suddenly walking into the room.

“Oh?” Morgan leaned back. “And how exactly do you know that, baby girl?”

She rolled her eyes. “Don’t get jealous, my love. I accidentally poked him when I first started working here.”

“Is that so?” Morgan’s smirk was actually scary enough that Spencer suddenly felt as if he was in danger. “And where exactly was that spot?”

“I don’t kiss and tell I’m afraid, mon chéri.”

“Oh, that’s unfair, Garcia.”

“Try him yourself,” she said, pointing at Spencer. “He’s right there.”

Spencer stood. “Let’s not.”

“There you go,” Morgan said, standing as well. “Panic. I like that. It probably means you’re really bad.”

“Morgan, come on.” He started walking when Morgan did, the two of them rounding the table over and over again without breaking the distance between them. “This is childish!”

“Well, you are a kid after all.”

“I’m literally 25- no, wait!” Morgan had suddenly picked up his speed and Spencer rushed to do the same, nearly crashing into Hotch in the process. “Hotch, oh my god, save me.”

“What’s going on?” he asked, blinking at them in confusion.

“Derek’s trying to find out where Spencer’s ticklish,” Garcia said.

“Pretty boy thinks he can run away from me,” Morgan said, grabbing Spencer’s arms. Hotch was standing just in the way of him being able to flee. “Not gonna work, Doctor Reid.”

Spencer didn’t know which was worse; the fact that Morgan grabbed onto his sides and wouldn’t let go or that he was still facing in Hotch’s direction and got to see him witness the very first peals of hysterical laughter they’d probably ever heard come out of his mouth. “No!”

“Aw, I knew you were a giggler,” Morgan was cooing behind him. “Isn’t he cute, Hotch?”

Spencer caught Hotch’s ghost of a smile through his plight. “Oh, very. But we have work to do. Leave Reid alone.”

“You’re no fun, Hotch,” Morgan said, letting him go. “I’ll get you later, pretty boy.”

As Spencer straightened he found Gideon standing behind Hotch, meaning he’d probably heard if not seen the whole thing.

He felt himself flushing. He was gonna kill Morgan.

“Had fun?” he asked as he entered the room, his smile fond.

“Oh, the time of my life, truly,” he muttered as Morgan laughed. “I can’t wait to do this again.”

“Don’t you worry, Reid,” Morgan purred. “I’ll make sure that happens.”

Spencer shook his head and willed his blush to calm down as they all settled down around the table, all eyes on Hotch and Gideon. “As you all know we’ve talked to all the victims and their families again,” Gideon started. “Some of them refused to admit to it, but for the most part we found someone in the household - older teens, roommates, spouses - who’s visited the site iTickle, a forum where you can talk to like-minded people.”

“Garcia did some digging,” Hotch continued. “Turns out the site is completely text-based, so you can’t send any pictures or videos, which means you also can’t view any type of content on there. It’s strictly to talk to others.”

“Which gives us the impression that the UnSub uses that site on purpose. It’s like he wants just enough to get going so that he can go out and act out all his desires. Reid?”

Spencer cleared his throat and stood. “We’ve been given access to one of the computers that was used to visit the forum. It’s one of those portable laptops, so we were able to take it with us. The kid who used it said there was one user who was acting a little too sketchy that stuck out to him. Garcia will be tracing the IP address, and after that we’ll figure out a course of action.”

“Great job, everyone,” Gideon said, clapping his hands. “And now we wait.”

Spencer was swirling his chair around when Morgan grabbed his shoulder, stilling him. “You’re being super distracting,” he said, but there was no menace in his voice.

Spencer straightened. “Sorry. I’m bored.”

“This case not entertaining enough for you, huh?”

“Well, we’ve practically cracked it. We just gotta find the UnSub.”

“The easiest part,” Morgan said with a laugh.

“Maybe not,” Spencer said sheepishly. Morgan’s hand was still on his shoulder and he could feel it each time a finger moved even just an inch. Despite himself, Spencer had spent the past two days waiting for Morgan to tickle him again and finding he was disappointed each time the opportunity was missed. He wasn’t entirely willing to have that conversation with himself yet.

“Since there’s no DNA on the crime scene it’ll be difficult to actually track him down,” Morgan continued.

Spencer shrugged. “I told you. One of us should go undercover. Set up shop in an apartment somewhere. Pretend two or three of us live there for a few days and have him come to us.”

“Pretty boy, that isn’t actually too bad of an idea.”

“You don’t have to sound so surprised about it,” Spencer said, rolling his eyes.

Morgan barked out a laugh and curled his fingers over the sides of his neck. “Smartass. Don’t forget I know that you’re ticklish now.”

Spencer retracted, a sound that was almost a squeal leaving his lips at the sudden unbearable sensation. No matter how low he tried to slide down the chair Morgan simply followed, and while it only really lasted for a moment the whole office could probably hear him giggling and begging for him to cut it out.

“Mor-gan!” he choked out, managing to grab his wrist, which to be fair did very little to make him stop.

“Ye-es?” Morgan teased, index fingers working their way to the area beneath his chin. “I told you I’d get you again.”

“Stop being mean- wait!”

“Oohh, your neck’s a real bad spot, huh? Maybe this is the spot that makes you scream? Or are you worse somewhere?”

“Morgan, stop messing with him,” Hotch said. “Come on, both of you. Garcia found something.”

Morgan let him go, muttering the whole time. “I’ll get you properly one of these days.”

Spencer exhaled, rubbing at the skin where his hands had just been. “You’re terrible.”

“Mm, I could be worse.” Morgan helped him up and slapped his back. “Let’s go tell them about your idea.”

“I didn’t know you were ticklish, Spence,” JJ said when they entered the room, smiling gently if not playfully at him.

He groaned. “Did everyone see?”

“Pretty much,” Prentiss replied. “I mean, you weren’t necessarily being quiet.”

“So you all saw him torturing me and did nothing?” He shook his head in mock betrayal. “Traitors, all of you.”

“Aw, he’s blushing,” Morgan said, pinching his cheek. “So cute.”

“As endearing as you’re both being,” Garcia said, standing in the front of the room. “I have been lured out of the comfort of my own room to hold a presentation and I’d rather get it done quickly.”

Morgan chuckled. “All right, mama, whatchu got?”

Garcia took a breath. “So I think I’ve narrowed down the user. He calls himself ‘TheFeatherFrontier’, which at first I thought was a reference to Star Trek, but- anyway, not the point. I did some digging and it turns out he’s been in contact with someone in all of the households we’ve found victims at. Looking back at their conversations, it starts innocently enough but becomes real strange after a while.”

“Strange how?”

“Well, this guy has practically zero boundaries. Zilch. It goes from ‘hi how are you’ to things I’m way too uncomfortable to say aloud. And it’s weird since this site is all about creating connections through text. Why be crass and drive people away?”

“It’s not really about them,” Gideon said. “They’re simply shortcuts to people he’d rather tickle.”

Spencer squirmed in his chair, trying his best to not look away from Garcia. He wasn’t sure why the word suddenly flustered him, but it did. Maybe because Morgan had just tickled him in front of everyone. Maybe because-

No. Not now. Not yet.

“Reid had an idea,” Morgan suddenly said, directing all focus on him. “Tell them, kid.”

“Oh, uh, well, I kind of told you about it earlier, but- well, one of us should go undercover. Set up shop in an apartment somewhere. Pretend two or three of us live there for a few days and have him come to us,” he quoted himself verbatim. “And hopefully he decides to take the bait.”

“Reid, that’s a really good idea.”

Spencer turned to catch Prentiss’ eye. “Yeah?”

“And probably the only way to actually catch him,” Hotch said. “Great thinking, Reid.”

Morgan reached over to ruffle his hair. “Our ticklish little genius.”

“Oh my god, stop.” Spencer shoved him off of him. “I’ll never live that down, will I?”

Morgan laughed. “Not as long as I’m around. But hey, you should totally be the bait.”

“Why me?”

“We need someone super ticklish to make it more believable.”

“Morgan, he won’t even tickle me-”

“Still. And you look like you could be hanging out in there. All in favor of Reid chatting him up?”

“We’ll probably all be involved,” Gideon said. “Although we can’t consult each other after each message. It’ll take too long, and he’d probably be messaging at night.” He looked at Reid. “You up for a night shift or two?”

Spencer sighed. “Fine. But I’m not coming in on time tomorrow.”

Their fake apartment was small to have three bedrooms, but it did, and so they decided that Reid, Morgan and Prentiss would be staying there for the next few days, starting immediately in case the UnSub decided to stake the place out after the first conversation.

“Will you guys be okay if he catches one of you?” JJ asked, and both Morgan and Prentiss made a big show out of waving the concerns off, claiming to not be ticklish.

“It’s Reid we should be worried about,” Morgan said and Spencer sighed, having accepted his fate to get teased until his death.

“I’ve got you all set up,” Garcia said, motioning to the monitor on the desk of Spencer’s temporary bedroom. “Derek came up with your username.”

“PrettyShyBoy,” Spencer read, flushing. “Oh, come on.”

Morgan peeked into the room. “Did I lie?”

“I’m not shy.”

“Oh, with how much you’ve been blushing recently he won’t know the difference.”

“Shut up-”

“I need you to come up with a bio,” Garcia said, interrupting him. “It’s better that you do it.”

Spencer sighed and took her place when she got up. “Do you all have to watch?”

“Oh, flustered, are we?”

“Morgan, leave him alone,” Hotch said for the hundredth time that week. “Let’s give him some space. We can look through the bio once you’re done just to make sure it works, but I trust that you know what you’re doing, Reid.”

“Thank you.” Spencer straightened as they left the room. “A bio. Right. Uh.” He tapped his fingertips on the desk. “Guys, do I look like a college student?” he called out, getting a collective yes back. “Right. Thanks.”

20. Shy college student looking for like-minded people.

Hmm, maybe a bit generic, but he was supposed to be a regular shy guy, after all.

Inexperienced lee just wanting to talk.

He’d done his research on tickling as a kink and found a rather fascinating community. He could imagine who he’d be in it. Shy and inexperienced and wanting to be on the receiving end.

Hypothetically, of course.

He erased what he’d written and rewrote it. Shy, inexperienced 20-year-old lee looking to chat to like-minded people. Better. More concise and less repeating.

“It’s not much,” he said when the others returned. “But I think it’s better to keep it short, no?”

“It’s great,” Hotch said, reading it over. “Straight to the point. Appealing enough. It’s good that you added an age and inexperienced. The UnSub’s probably looking for control and it will be easy controlling someone of this background.”

“I didn’t add it, but I named myself Oli. It seems regular enough for a shy college guy.”

“It’s perfect. I think we’re ready to start.”

Everyone but Spencer, Morgan and Prentiss left and Spencer set to work, connecting to TheFeatherFrontier immediately. The connections were random, but Garcia had worked her magic for them.

‘Hi,’ The FeatherFrontier wrote instantly. He was online.

Spencer took a breath. ‘Hi..’

TheFeatherFrontier: Are you new here?

PrettyShyBoy: Yes. Are you?

TheFeatherFrontier: Not really. Been around a while.

PrettyShyBoy: I see..

Spencer shook his head, unable to decide if Oli would be so shy he would be this short, or if he would be trying desperately. He should’ve profiled this fake persona before using him. It might cause him problems.

PrettyShyBoy: Do you like it? This forum I mean.

TheFeatherFrontier: Oh yes. It’s very nice. It’s fun talking to like-minded people.

PrettyShyBoy: Oh that’s great! I was a bit nervous joining.

TheFeatherFrontier: Haha

TheFeatherFrontier: You have nothing to be nervous about :)

“Ew.”

“What?” Morgan and Prentiss peeked their heads into the room, having obviously been lurking just outside.

“Nothing. He just gives me bad vibes.”

“Let me read.”

“It’s really nothing yet,” Spencer said, but turned the computer toward them anyway. “I think it might also just be me knowing what he’s doing.”

“He- oh, he wrote again.” Prentiss turned the computer back toward him.

TheFeatherFrontier: Sorry. Did I scare you off?

“He’s impatient,” Spencer said. “Better not keep him waiting until we’ve got his attention.”

PrettyShyBoy: No no! Don’t worry :)

PrettyShyBoy: I’m just. Well.

PrettyShyBoy: Shy.

PrettyShyBoy: Heh.

“Nice,” Prentiss said. “Have Oli ramble to showcase it.”

TheFeatherFrontier: Oh, you are, huh?

TheFeatherFrontier: I bet you’re really ticklish.

Spencer, even though it made no sense, blushed. “Oh my god. You guys gotta leave now.”

Morgan peeked at the screen and laughed. “All right, all right, call for us if you need help.”

PrettyShyBoy: Maybe a little…

TheFeatherFrontier: Oh, I’m sure it’s more than just a little, right pretty boy?

Spencer frowned. He didn’t like that the UnSub stole Morgan’s nickname for him, even though it was technically in his username.

PrettyShyBoy: I’ve never really gotten properly tickled… but I think so heh.

TheFeatherFrontier: What’s your worst spot?

Spencer hummed. He really was making no effort in being conversational.

PrettyShyBoy: Maybe my belly…

TheFeatherFrontier: Mmm I’d love to tickle you there. Tie you up, stretch you out real good and go to town on your defenseless belly.

TheFeatherFrontier: Make you scream with no one to hear.

Spencer nearly exited the chat. How the hell had this guy not gotten caught yet with how blatantly obvious he was being?

PrettyShyBoy: That sounds a bit intense…

TheFeatherFrontier: Oh, but I’d stop once you asked me to of course.

PrettyShyBoy: Oh right :)

PrettyShyBoy: Well, then I guess I should tell you about my feet…

He’d tickled all his victims’ feet for a long time, so they’d pieced it together that it was probably his favorite spot to torture.

TheFeatherFrontier: Mmm what about them, pretty boy?

PrettyShyBoy: I can barely stand having them touched…

PrettyShyBoy: Let alone tickled…

TheFeatherFrontier: We’d definitely need a safe word for those, huh?

PrettyShyBoy: Definitely heh.

Spencer rubbed the bridge of his nose. He wasn’t entirely sure when to stop, but it seemed too early still.

PrettyShyBoy: How else would you tickle me…?

TheFeatherFrontier: I’m glad you asked.

TheFeatherFrontier: First I’d make sure you were securely tied. Maybe even blindfolded to keep an element of surprise.

Spencer twitched. All his victims had been blindfolded.

TheFeatherFrontier: Would you like that?

PrettyShyBoy: Yes…

Spencer spent half an hour reading about how this stranger would tickle him to half death, feeling a conflicting disgusted and strangely intrigued. Not that he actually wanted this man to do this to him, but…

Well, that was a morning Spencer problem, he decided, feeling confused by his own thoughts.

He logged off only once Morgan and Prentiss had read through the chat and TheFeatherFrontier had become semi-aggressive.

“I’m so tired,” Prentiss whined for the tenth time that day, her complaints being echoed by Morgan and Spencer. “I deserve a raise.”

Morgan snorted. “Reid deserves the raise I would say.”

Spencer groaned into the table where he was currently resting his head. “I know right,” he mumbled.

“You’ve all done great,” Hotch said semi-distractedly, glancing over the chat which had been saved to Garcia’s computer. “I think his interest has been piqued.”

“Mmm. I especially enjoyed the part where Reid was forced to ask him how he’d tickle his-”

“Okay!” Spencer exclaimed. “Hotch can read that for himself.”

Morgan laughed. “All right, testy.”

“It makes me feel ticklish just thinking about it,” Garcia muttered from where she was standing behind Hotch.

Morgan gasped. “Baby girl,” he sang. “Don’t tell me you’re ticklish too?”

Garcia huffed. “Oh, come on, sugar shack, as if I don’t know about your-”

“Hey, hey!”

Spencer raised his head to grin at him. “What is this I’m hearing, Morgan?”

“You shut up, nerd, I know you’re worse than all of us combined.”

“This is a strange week,” JJ said, appearing with a pile of papers. “Copies of the chat, just in case,” she explained.

“Good thinking,” Gideon said, taking them from her. “God, I hate cases where we have to wait for the UnSub to come to us.”

“At least we can tickle Reid in the meantime, huh?”

Spencer jerked away when Morgan made a move to squeeze his knee. “Stop.”

“Never. Too fun. Now stay still.”

“Hotch, he’s doing it again- no!”

Only this time Hotch merely glanced back at them and said, “I don’t have anything for you to do right now anyway, so you’re free to play.”

Spencer gasped. “Traitor- Derek!”

“Oh, first name basis,” Prentiss teased, but Spencer’s own panicked giggling overpowered her as Morgan grabbed for his knees again, this time managing to latch onto them for long enough to squeeze just above the knee cap.

Spencer tried to kick him off. “No, come on, I’m tired, please don’t-”

“I’m just waking you up. You should be thanking me, really.”

“JJ, help!”

“Oh, no. Not getting involved in this one, sorry, Spence.”

Morgan moved upward, poking and prodding at his torso, and Spencer found he was very much trapped against his chair. “I’m dying.”

“Drama queen.”

“Emily, help!”

Prentiss, unlike the rest of the room, didn’t seem to mind getting involved at all, and Spencer’s laughter was soon joined in by Morgan’s indignant, “Hey, no!”

“I knew you were ticklish,” Prentiss cheered, and despite Morgan’s sudden laughter it took him a moment to stop torturing Spencer anyway, so by the time Spencer was able to compose himself Morgan had fled with Prentiss at his heels.

“Aw, man, I missed it,” he pouted, sitting up. “Where did she get him? Guys? Hello?”

Hotch sighed. “This is gonna be a long case.”

“Sorry, Spence, you’ll have to find that out for yourself.”

Spencer huffed. “You know he’ll just tickle me before I can even try.”

“He is sitting right here, you know,” Morgan said, kicking him lightly under the table.

Prentiss let out a laugh and took a bite of her pizza. They’d left the office early, making a show out of entering the apartment together so that it would be obvious that Morgan would be staying behind for an hour or so on his own. They didn’t expect the UnSub to show up that day, and so they would do the same thing the next. Hopefully he would act quickly so that they could close this mess of a case soon.

“Statistically most men are ticklish under their arms, upper ribs and feet, and seeing as you probably didn’t get his feet while he was standing and in shoes, my best guess is his underarms since he had his arms extended while he was tickling me.”

“So why so curious if you have a theory?”

“Well, theories have to be proven right too,” he muttered, throwing a piece of pizza crust at Morgan who promptly threw it back. “Come on, let me try.”

“That’s not how that works, genius.”

“Just once. You’ve already tickled me like three times today and I don’t know if I can handle another.”

“I’ll make it four if you don’t stop pestering me.”

“Emily.” Spencer turned toward her. “I will tickle you unless you tell me.”

Prentiss raised her eyebrows. “Oho, making threats now?”

“I technically don’t know if you’re even ticklish, but most people are.”

“Do I look like most people to you?”

“Reid, it’s a trap, don’t answer that.”

She grabbed the crust off Spencer’s plate and threw it at Morgan. “Behave or I’ll tell him.”

“Hey, hey, I’m always nice, aren’t I?”

“No,” Spencer and Prentiss said in unison.

Morgan frowned. “You’re asking for round four now, pretty boy. Better be careful or I’ll be looming over you during your whole chat with Mr Feather.”

“TheFeatherFrontier,” Spencer corrected him unnecessarily.

“Yeah, yeah. Oh.” Morgan’s phone started ringing. “It’s Hotch. Hey, you’re on speaker.”

“Have you guys finished eating?”

“Just about.”

“Good. I’ve enrolled Reid and Prentiss in a yoga class. That way you have a specific place to go in case he would happen to keep track of you and actually is thorough enough to look up your fake names in the system. You obviously don’t have to attend, but I’ve enrolled you for the next three days. That way he has a time limit to act during. The studio is located next to a library, which you can enter from inside the building as well. I figured you might not actually want to attend the class.”

“Good thinking.”

“I was kind of excited to,” Spencer said.

Morgan snorted. “I’d like to see you do a downward facing dog.”

“Look at you coming through with the yoga terms.” Prentiss patted his arm. “I’m almost impressed.”

“Oh yeah? I can do better than that. Chaturanga.”

Prentiss shivered. “Stop, I’m not used to feeling impressed.”

“Focus, guys,” Hotch said dejectedly. “The class starts in 30 minutes, so I suggest you get going. It’s one hour long.” And then, as an afterthought, “Good luck and thank you.” He hung up.

Prentiss turned to Spencer. “Looks like we’ll be hanging in the library this afternoon.”

Spencer stood. “I’ll bring a book.”

“I’m gonna use the computer.”

“I thought you said you brought a book?”

“Just for a bit. I want to look something up and I’m not sure they have books on it.”

“Are you gonna talk to TheFeatherFrontier?”

“Oh no. Not here. Besides, if our theories are correct he won’t be online anyway. And for us to connect twice would be suspicious.”

“Okay, well.” Prentiss pointed to the part of the library where you could find couches lining the walls. “I’ll be over there napping.”

Spencer picked the computer which was located in the far back of the library, hidden behind shelves of topics so obscure Spencer could only imagine one single person to be walking them (and that was himself). He felt silly. It wasn’t like he’d not done research on it both at home and at work, but that had been for the sake of the case. This was personal, even though he’d been pretending it wasn’t.

Taking a deep breath he typed in tickling and hit search.

And boy the things he found.

He had to admit it was nicer to be staying at this apartment when he wasn’t forced to sit in front of a chat room for half the night. Gideon, Hotch, Garcia and JJ had come over for a couple of drinks, even though they all had work the next day, but so far neither of them seemed to be regretting it.

“Baby girl, truth or dare.”

“Mmm, dare.”

“Read us your latest sent text.”

“Oh my, hot stuff, that could be dangerous.” She took out her phone, grinning devilishly at the screen. “My latest text says ‘Perfect, sounds good’.”

Morgan clicked his tongue. “Boring. Who did you send it to?”

“Nuh uh. Not your turn. But I’ll bite. Sugar, truth or dare.”

“Dare, duh.”

“I dare you to show us your last sent text.”

“Now that’s vengeful behavior, Garcia.”

“We’re waiting, Morgan,” Prentiss said, tapping her imaginary watch on her wrist.

“Fine. Okay.” He grabbed his phone, his face forming into a frown when he looked at it. “Oh, no, that’s too much even for me. I’ll take my punishment,” he said over everyone booing. “Pour me my shot.”

“Weak, weak!” Garcia said, but poured him his shot anyway. “Bottoms up.”

Morgan grimaced as he swallowed. “Gross. Okay. Pretty boy,” he purred, grinning. “Truth or dare.”

Spencer thought for a moment before saying, “Truth.”

“Do you have any fetishes?”

“Oh my god, Morgan.”

“What?” Morgan turned to Prentiss, holding out his hands. “We’re off the clock technically.”

Spencer, flushing the entire time, said, “I don’t know.”

“That’s not a good answer.”

“It’s good enough for the way you phrased your question.”

“Oh, we need to get you laid, Spence.”

Spencer rolled his eyes. “All right, my turn. Emily. Truth or dare.”

“Hmm, truth.”

“Where did you tickle Morgan?”

“You’re still going on about that?” Morgan asked incredulously.

Spencer shrugged. “I don’t like being excluded.”

Prentiss was busy doubling over with laughter, so Morgan had time to reach over and squeeze Spencer’s thigh a couple of times. “I’m starting to think you’re ticklish everywhere, kid,” he said as Spencer did a lovely imitation of Emily.

“You’re gonna have him scared of being around you soon,” he heard Gideon say, something amused in his voice which made Spencer blush all the more.

“Good. I like it when he’s squirmy.”

“That doesn’t sound right,” JJ said with a laugh.

“Not my fault you guys have dirty minds.”

Spencer managed to grab Morgan’s hand. “Em, answer the question.”

“His ribs.”

“Ah, so I was right.”

“Didn’t you guess armpits?”

“I said either ribs or armpits.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“Either way-” Spencer threw himself over Morgan, knowing that was his only way of actually getting even an ounce of revenge. “-payback’s a bitch.”

“Did you just swear- woah, woah, no, you don’t!”

Morgan tried, he really did, but Spencer had managed to latch onto his rib cage with both hands and was wiggling his fingers over it. Combine that with the booze in Morgan’s system and he was laughing within seconds. It was quite refreshing to be on the other side of it for once, Spencer realized, although he wouldn’t say he minded being the victim either.

Anyway.

“Emily, you traitor!”

“It’s truth or dare, Derek, I can’t be blamed.”

“Oh my god, Morgan, watch the coffee table!”

“Garcia, help!”

“This is an interesting turn of events.”

“Hotch, help!”

“I’m sure you can handle this by yourself.”

“Hey.”

Spencer swung around, coming face to face with Morgan. “Please no revenge,” he begged.

Morgan laughed. “Nah, it’s late so you’re good. But maybe Gideon’s right. I seem to be making you nothing but jumpy. Sorry about that.”

Spencer shrugged. “It’s okay.” I don’t mind.

“It’s just.” Morgan shifted from foot to foot, a rare display of nervousness. “You don’t really, you know. Let loose much. It’s fun seeing you let go, even if I have to force it out of you,” he added with a grin.

“Oh.” Spencer wasn’t entirely sure how to react. “Well.”

“I can scale down my attacks,” Morgan said. “I won’t fully stop, though.”

“I don’t want you to.”

“What?”

“Stop. I don’t want you to stop.” Spencer averted his gaze, finding the wall of their fake apartment incredibly interesting all of a sudden. “It’s… fun.”

“Oh, Reid,” Morgan said with a sigh. “Look at me.”

“Do I have to?”

Morgan let out a laugh. “I guess not. But hey. It’s fine if you like it, okay?”

“I don’t know if I like it like they like it.” He didn’t mention the people browsing the forum by name, but knew Morgan understood. “But I, uh. This case has kind of… made me realize things. I guess.” He scratched the back of his neck. “I don’t know. I might act upset whenever you do it, but-”

“You actually enjoy it,” Morgan finished for him. “That’s really fucking cute, Reid.”

“Oh, shut up.”

“No, no, I’m not making fun! Come here.” Morgan reached for him, putting his arm around his shoulders when Spencer moved closer. “I like that you like it. It’s fun messing with you, you know? And if you’re also having fun at the same time, all the better.”

“It’s not. I don’t know. Weird?”

“Nah. Tickling’s all about bonding and having fun, after all.” He grinned. “The word flusters you a little, huh?”

Spencer looked away. “Oh my god, shut up.” But he was laughing.

Morgan ruffled his hair. “Come on. Bed time. Quickly before I get your neck. It’s literally right there.”

Spencer and Prentiss were at the library when Gideon called them. “We got him.” They raced to the apartment, finding a middle-aged man who wouldn’t take his eyes off of Spencer.

“You’re not that pretty up close,” he muttered and Spencer wasn’t sure whether laughing hysterically when catching an UnSub was acceptable behavior.

“He totally lied,” Prentiss said, placing a hand on his shoulder blade. “You’re, like, really pretty.”

“Morgan overpowered him before he managed to tie him up,” Hotch explained to them. “We got it all on tape too.”

Spencer exhaled. “It’s done.”

“Well, almost. Interviews.”

“He’s guilty,” Morgan said. “At the very least for breaking and entering.”

The next few days were a whirl of interviews and paperwork, and Spencer found he’d not been tickled since the day before they caught him and he was having withdrawals.

Weird.

“You seem deep in thought.”

Spencer turned to look at Gideon. “I am.”

He smiled, gentle, patient. “Anything you want to share?”

Spencer shook his head. “It’s embarrassing.”

“Well, now you’re making me curious.” He approached him, arms crossed. “I won’t push,” he added. “But I’m here if you want to talk.”

“I know.” Spencer smiled briefly at him, wondering if it would be weird to share what he’d already shared with Morgan with someone he considered a mentor and not simply a friend. Was that overstepping? Was this weird to even be talking about? “This case,” he started, rubbing his neck. “It, uh. Well, it- I’m sure you’ve noticed Morgan torturing me.”

Gideon chuckled. “It’s been hard to miss, yes.”

Spencer felt the now all too familiar blush spread over his cheeks. “Right. It, uh. It’s made me realize that I-”

Gideon tilted his head. “Enjoy it?”

“Oh my god, is it obvious?”

“Not necessarily.”

“But we’re profilers?”

“No, it’s not that. You just seem.” Gideon shrugged. “Happier.”

Spencer blinked. “Happier.”

“Yes. Jumpier, yes, but I’ve enjoyed seeing this side of you. Of all of you. Everyone’s much more playful and I think it’s needed, especially now.” Gideon patted his arm. “I’ve not necessarily been suspecting anything-”

“It’s not a fetish!” Spencer found himself blurting out.

Gideon held up his hands. “I didn’t think it was.”

“Not that there’s anything wrong with it.”

“Of course not.”

“I just. It’s fun.”

“I can tell.” Spencer averted his eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. I like seeing you happy, you know. All of you.”

“Is everyone else also happy?”

“Oh, very. Even the ones who aren’t joining in. It’s making things seem easier.”

“Okay.”

“I sense there’s something else you want to say.”

Spencer flushed even more, finding it hard to remember a time where he wasn’t blushing this frequently. “It’s nothing.”

“Reid.”

“Really, it’s silly.”

“Reid,” Gideon said again, this time with a laugh. “I won’t judge, and you clearly have something on your mind.”

“Well, it’s just that. We’ve not had fun in a few days. Oh god, that sounds ridiculous. I’m leaving.”

“No, no, I understand what you’re saying. Wait here.” Gideon left the room, reappearing a moment later with a grinning Morgan in tow.

“I heard you’ve missed my hands on you, pretty boy.”

Spencer decided to be embarrassed about it all afterward.

#tickling #ticklish!spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #tickle fic #spencer reid #n writes #I just want you to know who I am

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koihanwrites · 1 year

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Hello! Your request status is open so may I ask for Kohaku + Tsukasa being secret admirers? Thank you! <3

Tsukasa and Kohaku Secret Admirers Headcanon!

Tsukasa x reader | Kohaku x reader ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Gender-neutral reader 𓆩♡𓆪

Fluff + secret admirers + love letters + gifts ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Requested? by anon 𓆩♡𓆪

Words: 418 ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Warnings? : None!

Pyon pyon! Koi here. Thank you so much for requesting dear anon! I tried my best to make it as tsukasa and kohaku vibes as possible. I'm not that familiar with Kohaku so I apologize if I didn't get this character right-but anyways I hope you enjoy reading this! likewise to my loveable readers <3

Kohaku Oukawa

Kohaku being your secret admirer huh..

In my opinion! I can imagine Kouhaku sending you different letters every single day on your work desk!

He will change the way he writes so you won't be able to guess that it's him who keeps sending the letters.

He's surprisingly good at being secretive, he will try his best not to leave any clues.

But deep in his heart, he wants you to know that it was him who gave you the letters not anyone else.

He's the type to hide in a corner where he can see you reading it.

Seeing you smile after reading it made him happy more than ever.

You smiling so graciously because of the letter he wrote? of course Kohaku will be so happy!

Despite him being a well-mannered, and eloquent person. He will try his best to make the letter a lot more entertaining and colorful.

Other than sending you letters, he will send you anonymous gifts on your workdesk!

Sometimes the gift he sent you are sweets or baked goods made by Niki.

I can imagine him putting sticky notes on your workdesk.

"Don't forget to stay hydrated since water will *insert water facts etc etc*"

"You forgot your notebook in the cafeteria so I brought it back, please be careful next time."

He deeply cares about you and will secretly observe you everyday if you're in good shape <3

Tsukasa Suou

Tsukasa as your secret admirer is so adorable!

Because of your hard-working and inspirational personality, he thinks highly of you a lot.

He admired how you can still do tasks even though it's obvious that you're physically and mentally tired.

Due to his shy personality, he may have trouble sending you gifts/letters without getting caught by anyone.

He'll ask Arashi for help since he believes that Arashi is more experienced with this <3

Tsukasa will try his best to keep his identity hidden, if you found out that he was the one sending different kinds of gifts. He will get extremely embarrassed.

Tsukasa is the type to send your favorite flowers on your work desk every morning.

Your work desk may look more akin to a flower garden than an original work desk-

But you don't really mind it, someone sending you flowers everyday is very heartwarming right?

Every flowers that he sent you are high quality

He believes that everything he sent you must be in perfect condition since you're too perfect to receive such low quality gifts.

Aside from the fact he sends you flowers everyday, he will send you letters!

If he noticed that you're not feeling well he will send you a motivational message!

If he noticed that you're sad or gloomy, he will send you a letter that has his favorite things about you <3

Tsukasa loves and adores you with all his heart, he will make sure to see your beautiful smile and will protect it like the knight he is!

...

The end..... ✩

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hot-take-tournament · 9 months

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HOT TAKE TOURNAMENT

VOCALOID RECOMMENDATIONS MASTER POST

I've been collecting all your vocaloid recommendations in one place, so everyone can take a listen!

And if like me you knew nothing about vocaloid before that nuclear discourse, maybe you'll find a hidden gem you wouldn't have found otherwise! <3

Submitted anonymously

Thought I'd add to the Vocaloid discourse by pointing out that several "irl" bands actually started out by using vocaloids. You can find a few who talk about it in the Hatsune Miku live concerts (super cool use of holo developed for those too!). That's really the crux of what sets vocaloid apart from much of the machine discourse; it's CREATED oppourtunities for small musicians instead of taking it away. Specifically by not just supplying a synthetic voice program to work with, but by tying a star identity to each voicebank that makes people more willing to explore obscure artist music. It also distincts the works made by the vb's from the artists who were paid to voice them, so you can't make them say things that sounds like you're putting bad takes in the original artist's mouth. Everyone knows and understands it's a fake version for the purpose of artistic creativity, not an attempt to steal the voice of the original singer.

Anyway since we're doing Vocaloid recommends now:

Giga - BRING IT ON (Inferiority superiority) ft. Kagamine Rin & Len

"Hop! Step! Instant Death! A Happiness Dance Death-Trap" and "The Path to Eternal Happiness...I Found It" both by Utata-P

Entomologists, Appetite of a people pleaser and Rotary Dial by GHOST

VIRAL ft. Meika Hime and Melancolia ft. GUMI by QueenPb

(note - Melancolia contains flashing images right from the start)

And last but not least, my personal Vocaloid feels song, TELL YOUR WORLD by kz, who sums up some of the beauty of the Vocaloid fandom pretty well

Submitted anonymously

Ok, I know the blog was kinda overflown of vocaloid discurse asks. So instead of discussing I brought RECOMMENDATIONS❗

Because, like, Defoko is pretty known in the Utau world, but she may be one of the worst examples of "human-like voice".

So to bring some counter examples of voicebanks that do not have much of a robotic vibe, I have here:

Some utuaus

【Namine Ritsu】-ERROR 2018ver.【UTAU Cover】

【Sukone Tei】Love Me, Love Me, Love Me (Music box ver.) 【UTAUカバー】

Some not so known vocaloids

[Aoki Lapis] Circus Monster [VOCALOID]

[Mayu] VOCALOID 3 ~Kodoku no Bannin~ Guard of Loneliness

【Galaco】 The Beast. 【Vocaloid3 Cover】

【MEIKA Mikoto】 Cantarella 【カバー】

And some slow songs, that require whisper-like tuning <3

【24 VOCALOIDS CHORUS】 Hirari, Hirari ひらり、ひらり【HD】

Kamui Gakupo A Doll's Voice

Submitted by @indigo-flightly-falls

Oh!!!

If we're doing vocaloid recs, I'm here to suggest A Crow's Trial!

Vane - A Crow's Trial (ft. Dex & Gumi Eng.)【Vocaloid Original】

it's one of my favorites and has some Vibes. It's a bit hard to understand the story but the last verse lives in my head rent free :D

Submitted anonymously

speaking about the vocaloid debate- they haven't submitted the playlist yet, but if they listened to English songs using Japanese/Chinese/other voicebanks then it'll inherently sound a little off. different languages and different voicebanks have different pronunciations needed for speech, and are thus recorded for the voicebank. use a Japanese voicebank for an English song and you won't get the right words pronounced right, or you'll get an accent, etc etc.

also some vocaloids only have one or two voicebanks and that's it. Big Al only has one (i might be wrong on that, but i know his is for V2 software), whereas Hatsune Miku has every single voicebank made over the years (V1-V5) and has versions made to sing in Japanese, Chinese, and English. she has so, so much more variety than other vocaloids and can be more fluent and clear compared to lesser known vocaloids.

and since we're sharing favorite vocaloid songs to convert the submitter, here's two of mine because i have too many favorites to share:

Carnivore - OrgansDotOrg

this one has Big Al as supporting vocals and it absolutely slaps, also OrgansDotOrg is my-all time favorite artist pleaseee go support them!!!

Seraphim on the Ring - Mitchie M

seriously, if you're looking for realistic vocaloid vocals then go listen to Mitchie-M!! Katio and Len just speaking in this one sound just like real people

Fools are attracted to anomaly - Utsu-P

vocaloid is not all pop and 'kawaii', vocaloid metal is some of my favorite to listen to

some other producers i also like:

tart

Ferry

Riproducer

PinocchioP

Kikuo

SweetSoSweet

KakyuuKei

KaitsukoP

Submitted by @ssilly--ssadass

utau is underrated. not a hot take just my segway into giving you utau covers [also covers cuz nobody gives anybody but teto good originals. pick up the slack people. also sidenote no teto. cuz i was priortizing other utaus only to realize i added too many songs and couldnt fit a teto one in. sorryn't]

Aishite (covered by Defoko)

GHOST RULE (covered by Defoko)

Bug (covered by Chanchopin V1 and Giga Lacan)

Darling (covered by I think Darling- I dont know this utau and am going off the description being like "lmao Darling utau covers Darling maretu heehoo")

Corpse Dance (covered by Defoko)

ECHO (covered by Defoko)

(note - ECHO contains flashing images)

Submitted anonymously

really funny hearing the take about how vocaloids/voice synths can't have singing styles when there's multiple voice synths explicitly modelled after particular styles. prima (opera), sachiko (enka), and maiko hakaine (screamo metal) are just the ones i can list off the top of my head. and even if a voice synth isn't modelled after a singing style, they can still be tuned that way!

anyway, for song recommendations! gothic and loneliness is breathtaking (it's also a nightmare in project diva lol)

Gothic and Loneliness [Kagamine Rin] - Narushima Takashi

Submitted anonymously

oh wait can we still send in vocaloid recommendations? if so…

• koisuru beam by kyaami/cillia : this song is so cute and rin’s tuning here is some of the best i’ve heard

•jitterbug by hachiya nanashi - goes hard as hell and i adore the mv the song has

•lost and found by sasakure.uk - i only recently heard of it (idk how i only just found it) and it’s mesmerising i love it

uhh i can’t think of anymore right now but uhh i hope that if u hear these u will like them

<3 <3 <3

#not a poll #hot take master post #vocaloid drama #vocaloid discourse #vocaloid #vocaloid recommendations

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teenwolfmarvel-obsessor · 1 year

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Spider-Girl

Full Masterlist | Stranger Things Masterlist | Marvel Masterlist

Anonymous Request: Hey, I'm your huge fan! Seeing spider Steve fics, I'm really aching for a Steve x Spidergirl reader! The reader saves Steve multiple times and is probably best friends and in love, but she has to hide her Spidergirl identity. If you like the idea, can you make it long and maybe angst with fluff?

A/N: I LOVE THIS!!! I apologize that I wrote it a few weeks after you requested it. I promise I wasn't ignoring you. I've added the Marvel Masterlist if anyone wants to check that out. Enjoy!

Summary: Hiding your superhero identity from your friends and family always killed you. The only person who knew was your brother, Dustin Henderson. You knew that it was wrong not telling Steve, whom you loved more than a friend, but it worried you that he might take it differently than Dustin. Unbeknownst to Steve Harrington, the times he was saved by a masked hero were actually his best friend. This whole situation made Steve question his friendship with Y/N Henderson.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

This imagine is set in modern times.

Dustin Henderson -> Your Younger Brother

Your Suit

Warnings:

Mentions of blood, injuries, etc...

Long imagine

Angsty

Steve Harrington x-reader

(Your suit. Third-Person View)

Y/N had just barely escaped the police after stopping a robbery downtown. Dustin Henderson, Y/N's younger brother, walked down the hall after playing DND with his friends. "Y/N!" he called, "Yo, Y/N!" She jumped up from her bed, immediately wincing at the bruise rising on her side.

She groaned and looked at the opened window. Y/N slowly got up from the bed to close it. Her mirror was hung beside the window. She glanced at her reflection, noticing her new look. "Now, how am I going to hide this?" she muttered to herself.

The last time this happened, Dustin and Y/N had to come up with some story that would make everyone believe her. Their common one was that Y/N got caught up in a fight or something like that, but unfortunately, they were running out of excuses. Steve Harrington was beginning to clue in on these constant stories.

Y/N stumbled over to her dresser and opened the top drawer. She picked up a sweatshirt that kept her first-aid kit hidden. Dustin knocked on the door before doing it a few more times. Y/N rolled her eyes and set the first aid kit on the dresser. She took off the hood attached to her suit.

"Want to watch a movie?" he asked, "Mom's at the Wheelers for the rest of the night."

Dustin sighed when he didn't hear his older sister reply. He knocked again. "Okay," Y/N let out a heavy sigh, "I'll be right there." Dustin noticed that something was wrong. His brows furrowed, going to open the door, but hesitated. "Y/N, what's wrong? Did the mission go wrong?" Dustin said.

She thought about telling him every detail, but Y/N knew that Dustin would become more nervous. "Do you need me to patch you up again?" he took his hand off the door. "Yeah," she muttered. Dustin opened the door. He tried to keep his gasp from escaping when he saw his sister's appearance: a bruise on her jawline, a cut on the edge of her brow, and a slight cut along her lower lip.

Y/N told him to not say anything. She wanted help at that moment. She sat on her bed as Dustin set a damp cloth along the cuts and bruises. It was quiet between them. Y/N thanked god that her mother wasn't home.

Dustin closed the first-aid kit and set it back into the drawer, draping the sweatshirt over the box. "What're we going to tell Steve?" Dustin leaned against the dresser, "I have this new story lined up, but it's kinda similar to the other one."

Y/N's brother watched as she stumbled around to find a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt that was Steve's. "Go ahead and get the movie started. I'll be right there," Y/N opened the drawer.

Dustin nodded and left her to herself. She cautiously took off her suit and hung it on the hook behind her closet door. She covered it with a few sweaters. It took her a bit to get changed. Dustin was sitting on the couch with a movie qued up.

"Really? Ghostbusters, again?" Y/N said, getting a glass of water. Dustin rolled his eyes and grabbed a blanket from the back of the leather couch. "Could you grab me a fruit roll-up?" Dustin paused the television. He looked over the edge of the couch at his sister.

She tossed him his favorite flavor, blue raspberry to be exact. He caught it swiftly and tore the plastic wrapper. Y/N grabbed a snack for herself and joined her brother. The beginning credits played with the classic theme song. Dustin wouldn't stop listening to the movie's soundtrack when their mother introduced it to them.

During the film, Dustin finished three fruit roll-ups and a small bowl of Doritos. Y/N yawned with her head resting against a pillow. She was glad that Dustin hadn't asked any more questions about the robbery.

She already had a tough day which consisted of failing her Chemistry test she studied for, burning her hand with her curling iron, her favorite sweater ripping, and lastly, getting beaten up by two armed men. She had gone through far worse. Y/N always thought about quitting her job as Hawkin's vigilante, but she knew that wasn't something she could easily quit.

Dustin always asked for her to retell the story of how she got bit, but she was tired of telling it over and over again. However, Y/N did love to see his face light up at the thought of his sister being a superhero. Y/N looked over and saw Dustin let out a big yawn.

She ruffled his curly hair, laughing as he pushed her away. "You tired?" she removed her hand. "No," Dustin denied. She slowly stood up from the couch. Y/N grabbed the trash around the living room. "Well, I'm going to bed," Y/N said, "And I think you should too."

Dustin whined and tilted his head back. He groaned in disagreement, shaking his head from side to side. "Seriously? You are fourteen years old, and you're throwing a tantrum?" Y/N rested her hands on her hips. Dustin rose a hand to flip her off, but she threw a pillow at him. He squealed and launched the pillow.

With Y/N having heightened abilities, she was able to catch the pillow with no problem. He looked at her as if she had cheated somehow. After cleaning the living area, Y/N walked to her room, where her bed was practically calling her.

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(One Month Later. Y/N's Point of View)

I sat on my bed, flipping through a magazine. Dustin sat on the ground, working on a puzzle. The glow from Steve's computer lit his face as he worked on his Chemistry homework. Earlier today, Steve was telling me how Spider-Girl saved him from getting beat up by a specific someone.

[Four Hours Earlier, Third Person View]

Spider-Girl, Y/N Henderson, was perched at the top of a building. Her eyes darted in each direction like they always did. She stayed alert until something disrupted her focus. Steve Harrington walked down the street with a deli bag in his hand. Every Saturday afternoon, Steve stopped by the store to retrieve his favorite sandwich along with Y/N's.

They'd meet at the park and talk about their days, afterwards they would head over to the Henderson household and watch a new movie. Someone wearing a jean jacket and blue jeans followed Steve. Y/N noticed who the tall boy was, Billy Hargrove. Billy was often picking on kids either the same height or shorter than him.

Steve was one of those people. Of course, Steve was confident, but Billy always got underneath Steve's skin. Y/N stood up from her spot. Y/N jumped down from the building, swinging from one light post to the other.

She landed just between the two boys before things got out of hand. She looked at Billy with raised brows. "Seriously?" Y/N stated, "C'mon, you can do better than stealing some guy's groceries?" Billy swung his arm forwards, but Y/N caught his fist with ease. She shoved him to the ground, given that bystanders were recording the whole thing.

Y/N turned to Steve to see him standing there, not surprised at their interaction. It always seemed that Steve was just asking for Spider-Girl to save his ass. "This is the fourth time this week. This is starting to become tiring," Y/N commented. She reached an arm back and pressed her hand against Billy's face, sensing that he was lunging at her.

With a flick of her wrist, Billy's arms were stuck to the light post with a strip of webbing on his mouth. Y/N waved him goodbye before jumping away from the scene. Steve watched as the heroine flew away.

His brown eyes landed on Billy, who was desperately trying to free himself. People were laughing at Billy Hargrove. Steve waved goodbye to Billy before walking away with his bag of groceries in hand.

[Later, Y/N's Point of View]

"I'm telling you, Y/N/N. It was awesome," Steve took a bite of his sandwich, the one that he had gotten earlier. He hadn't even finished it because he was so busy talking about his admiration for Spider-Girl.

"Steve, it sounds like you have a crush on Spider-Girl," Dustin pressed two puzzle pieces together. Steve shook his head. "No, I do not," he insisted. "Oh, I think you do," my brother teased. Dustin looked at me, trying to hide his smirk. He knew how much I hated when he thought Steve liked me.

My best friend turned to me to see if I would back him up. I raised my hands in defense and went back to reading my magazine. "Y/N, check this out," Steve said, "Nancy wants to get an interview with Spider-Girl. She thinks it could get her a good grade in her class, but she also wants to meet the hero who inspires everyone in Hawkins or the whole world for that matter." I looked up at him, nodding along.

"What makes you think that Spider-Girl wants to talk?" I remarked, looking at him. "Why wouldn't she?" he replied. "Well," I put the magazine down, "Maybe this Spider-chick doesn't like the attention." My brother turned away from his puzzle, his face filled with confusion.

I brought my leg out and kicked Dustin in the leg once Steve had turned away. I shot Dustin a look, keeping him from making any other comments that could make Steve suspicious. I lifted my wrist to find a notification saying that I should've started patrolling an hour ago.

I typically didn't miss my patrols, sometimes they weren't even needed, but this whole thing was a one women show. Steve saw that I looked at my watch. "What's that?" he asked. "Oh, it's just telling me a package arrived at my house," I lied. Steve nodded. Sometimes, I worried that his suspicion of my whereabouts would lead to him finding out my true identity.

Hawkins was a small town, which means that word travels fast, but I hid my superhero ego well enough that nobody knew. And that's why Dustin is the only one that I've told. He's usually not that best at keeping secrets, so far, he's kept mine away from the light. "Dustin, can I have a moment with your sister?" Steve offered.

Dustin agreed despite my expressions telling him to stay. Dustin shut the door. Steve closed his computer and turned to me, the back of the office chair hitting the desk. "I need to ask you something, and I want the honest truth," Steve said. He leans forward as he speaks. He pauses before continuing his sentence.

"Are you taking drugs?"

I closed my eyes, dumbfounded by his answer. Steve's face let me know that he was serious. "No," I said. He didn't seem convinced by my response. "Steve, I am not taking drugs," I said. "That's what someone who's taking drugs would say," Steve pointed at me.

He wasn't backing down. Steve continued to stare at me like that would get the truth out. "You're constantly jumpy all the time," Steve spoke, "And sometimes I think that you hallucinate because there are things that I don't see or hear, but you can." He goes on to list a few more times how he believes I'm using drugs.

"Steve, I'm not taking drugs. I'm not lying," I said. Steve sighed and nodded. I guess he was done asking me questions for the night. He let it go and went back to continue his homework.

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(The Next Day)

Mrs. Wheeler handed me a vase of flowers to put on the shelf. Earlier today, my mother and Mrs. Wheeler opened a flower shop downtown. They had been working on it for the past few months. Dustin and I helped decide the vases and flowers they would sell. A farm in Hawkins provides the flowers while my mother and Mrs. Wheeler sell them. "How does that look?" I gestured to the shelves.

They smiled, and my mother set a hand on my shoulder. "It looks beautiful," Mrs. Wheeler complimented. We cleaned up the store after it had been open all day. It was around six o'clock when I realized that Steve called me multiple times. I couldn't think of how my phone didn't notify me at all. "Honey, you can head home. Mrs. Wheeler and I will organize everything else," my mother said.

I nodded and grabbed my purse from behind the counter. While walking to my car, I listened to Steve's voicemail. "Hey, Y/N. It's Steve, you know, you're best friend," he said, "Listen, I just finished basketball practice if you wanted to swing by my house and watch a movie."

"Hey, Y/N/N, my buddy. My partner in crime. Dustin told me that you were helping with the flower shop. So, sorry if you're getting spammed by my texts and calls," Steve said, "Well, I miss you, like a lot. Even though I literally saw you like two hours ago. I don't know, you just, you mean a lot to me."

There was a long pause. He said goodbye and the voicemail ended. A couple more voicemails were him just talking to me like I was beside him.

Before heading home from the flower shop, I decided to do a short patrol. Dustin was kind enough to sew up a few holes that had landed in the suit. Who knew that our mother's sewing lessons would pay off. I smiled to myself at the memory. After a few minutes of nothing, I decided to head home. There was a high likelihood that my mom was home.

I slid open my bedroom window and crawled in. I quickly shut it, closing the curtains as well. The door to my bedroom opened. I expected Dustin to be there, but no. Steve stood there, looking far worse than I had been about a month ago. Both of our mouths fell open, with Steve being surprised I was Spider-Girl and me being surprised that my best friend was there with cuts and bruises on his face.

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(Later)

Steve sat on my desk as I patched up the cut along the side of his neck. The two of us hadn't spoken since his surprise visit. I could tell that Steve was furious at me for not telling him, but I hoped he would understand. "Steve," I softly spoke, "Are you okay?" His gaze was hard. He nodded as he replied with a 'yeah' (GIF Above). His eyes settled on the scar that was on my forehead.

He brought a hand up and ran a finger over the year-old scar. I've always told people that I got the scar from an accident while babysitting, but nobody believed it, and nobody asked about it. "I guess that's not from watching your neighbor's kid?" Steve's hand remained on the side of my face. I shook my head. His face was littered with bruises, all from Billy's punches and kicks.

Part of me felt like this was my fault. If I had looked at my phone earlier, none of this would've happened. "Why didn't you tell me? And don't say it was because you were trying to protect me because that's how every superhero movie goes," Steve's voice was hoarse.

"I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry," I said, "I knew that if I didn't tell you, it would be better than you thinking I was dead every night. I couldn't let you live with that. I thought it would've been better to not tell you."

He took his hand off my face. Steve grabbed the towel out of my hand and set it beside him. "All those times you saved me, that was you?" Steve said. I nodded. "And, all those times that Billy pounced at me, that was you?" he continued. I nodded once more. I went back to thinking how he'd be fine if it wasn't for me.

"But I wasn't there for you this time," I said. "It's partially my fault. I thought I could go against Billy, but apparently not," Steve said. "Steve, I've thought about a million ways to tell you, but this was never the way I wanted," I said.

All he did was nod. Steve leaned forward and kissed my forehead. "I'm just glad you haven't gotten yourself killed," he said, "You're good at hiding it, no doubt about that." I smiled. We fell quiet, Steve still looking into my eyes with that look he gave me. He softly kissed my lips, not giving me a second to respond.

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