#noodles open mouth and shit do come out

[doodles-with-noodles]

I can’t believe that trans teenager and her gay dad are beating Disney. This is glorious

#shitpost #noodles open mouth and shit do come out #nimona #ballister boldheart #nimona movie #I hope they win

[deadsetobsessions]

He could overlook a lot of things, but this was getting ridiculous. You’d think seasoned vigilantes would have better excuses prepared, but Danny had caught that flash of panic that crossed Tim’s face as Danny came face to face with Tim dragging an unconscious Steph to her designated room in the manor.

“Uh.”

“Danny! Uh, Stephanie brained herself- uh, sliding down the bannisters and- pleasedon’ttellBruce.”

Danny blinks, staring at Tim and then very pointedly, very slowly, turned his head back towards the direction he came from: the main hall… where the bannisters were. He wonders what vigilante hijinks they were trying to hide from B this time.

Tim coughs, trying to inch Stephanie away. “Uh. She was doing… cartwheels?”

Danny let his eyes slowly take in the bruises that were clearly not from “cartwheeling in the mansion” on the both of them. There’s a huge bandaged cut on Steph’s forearm and a giant bruise on the edge of Tim’s jaw. Tim’s face twitches nervously, not that anyone else would have noticed- except Danny has enhanced ghost senses and could feel the panic coming off of his adopted brother.

“You know…” Shit, what does he do? Not knowing would be so much easier if these idiots gave him good excuses! “I don’t think I want to know what you two have been up to… but should I be worried for your, uh, physical health?”

“Nope!”

“… Okay.” He says. Tim opens his mouth to make further excuses but Danny adds quickly, “But don’t tell me, because if Bruce asks, I want plausible deniability.”

Cartwheels, Danny’s ghostly ass. Luckily, this show of doubt reaffirms Tim’s belief that Danny believes them all of the other times. Danny grins inwardly, planning capitalizing on the guilt that flashed over Tim’s face.

“Deal.”

“Want help?” The halfa points at Steph, who’s still being dragged over the carpet by a noodle armed Tim. Danny knows Tim’s strong, he’s a vigilante, but it’s funny watching him pretend to struggle.

“Please. I’m so tired right now.” He looks it too. Danny’s brows furrow with genuine concern when he takes in Tim’s drowned raccoon look. He picks up Steph, firmly removing her from Tim’s suddenly weak grip. Being careful to avoid her injuries, Danny nods at the door to her room. Tim cracks it open and does a little showy gesture towards the inside.

“C’mon, we’ll tuck her in and then I’ll tuck you in.”

“What, you don’t have to do that.”

“If you don’t let me tuck you in and make sure you sleep, I’ll tell Alfred who really accidentally poured boiling hot coffee on his azaleas last week. And I’ll sic Dick on you and tell him you haven’t been sleeping enough.”

“You drive a hard bargain,” Tim grumbles. “But fine. It’s really not my fault I’m this tired. A missing spleen is hard to handle, you know.”

“Yeah, missing an organ sucks,” Danny says, shit eating grin hidden long enough to catch the contemplative bloodhound look that passes over Tim’s face.

“Which- uh, which one of your organs is missing?”

“Liver.” Danny says, remembering the flashes of pain. He tilts his head away to hide the grin at Tim’s panicked face.

When he tucks Tim in, he pretends to believe Tim’s sleeping act and left his room while mumbling about the Wayne’s clumsiness and bruises and stocking up on bruise cream. He couldn’t even enjoy Tim’s floundering, this time, worried as he is.

——

“Brother.” Danny half turns his head, just to beam a sunny smile at Cass. He signs an exuberant hello. The halfa hangs up his coat as he addresses his adopted sister.

“Cass! What’s up?”

“Dinner.” She smiles back, signing that Alfred wanted them to the dinning room post haste. The main dining room, because rich people were fruit loops and Batman is totally included. Cassandra looks down and gasps.

What…?

Oh. Fuck. Danny glances down. He genuinely forgot about that.

“Huh.”

“Okay?” Suddenly, Cass is right next to him, hand reached out and hovering over the actual knife Danny forgot was sticking out of him. At least it’s where his liver should be, so he won’t have to pretend.

“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. Don’t have a liver.” Danny decides on the spot that he’s not gonna mess with Cass. She smiled the same as him. “Got mugged on the way back but I think they said I could keep the knife, right?”

“Danny.” She’s frowning at him. He feels like he just kicked tiny Cujo. But he doesn’t feel bad enough to blurt everything out.

“Here. You can have it if you want?” Danny casually pulls out the knife and holds the wound together with his bare hands. Cass looks more alarmed. She bodily picks up Danny and starts running.

“Woah!”

Cass throws him at Alfred, gently.

“Miss Cassandra! Why, I never-!” Alfred pauses in surprise.

“Uh. Wow, Cass. You’re really strong.” Danny pipes up, hand still over his gushing wound.

She ignores him, pointing at Danny and telling Alfred, “Hurt. Got mugged. Dumb.”

“Hey! It’s not my fault Gothamites are ready to jump people at any moment. Besides, it’s daytime. It’s not like the vigilante furries are out to save my butt. I think I did really well coming back safe, you know?”

“Hurt. Forgot the knife. Was in him.”

“Master Danny!”

Danny pouts. He also knows there’s a discreet camera in the corners of the sitting room, so he’s definitely hoping he could phase into the cave when Barbara eventually tells the group that he called them “vigilante furries.”

Alfred clucks his tongue and set to work patching him up. Danny tries not to bask in the careful way Alfred tended to his wounds. It reminds him too much of Jazz, if Jazz was British and a man with greying hair.

But because they were watching him and he was watching them in return, Danny noticed the moment Alfred’s hands stalled and Cass’ gaze got intense. What now…?

Oh, fuck, his vivisection scar. Oops. Danny smiled, channeling Dani (his lovely clone sister) at her most innocent.

Cass smiled back, just as sunnily, fists tightening at her side in repressed fury.

——

“Cass? Why’d you call us?”

“Yeah, baby bat. I got a couple o’ smugglers to talk to.”

Cass paces.

“What is it, Cassandra?” Damian tuts impatiently.

“Danny. Has… scars. Autopsy. But was struggling. When cut.”

“What.”

“A vivisection, Master Jason.” Alfred’s voice was crisp and eerily cold. His hands are folded, rage only held back by his sheer will and a well practiced sense of propriety.

“We find. Who hurt him,” Cass snarls. “We. End.”

Jason’s eyes glint green, hands going to his guns. “Fine. By. Me.”

“It does tie in with the dead comment. I wonder what happened to him.” Tim clacks away at the bat computer, furiously looking into the matter already. Bruce has taken to prowling, stressed out at the prospect of one more of his children- not a vigilante at that- getting hurt the way Jason had. Worse, even. A vivisection. He was alive, dissected. Aware enough to struggle. Dick looked like he was torn about hunting down and lunging at whoever hurt Danny to rip their throats out with his bare teeth versus the urge to go back up to the manor and wrap Danny in bubble wrap.

In the corner, Danny was having a quiet breakdown because he came here to watch them react to vigilante furries, not offering to murder the people who vivisected him. What the fuck?? He ran his hands through his hair, invisible.

——

“Oh, by the way, we should consider more daytime shifts.”

“Why?” Spoiler asks Barbara.

“Danny got mugged. And called us the nightly furries.”

“The fuckin’ what-?” Jason chokes out, laughing. Bruce stops his pacing, body language becoming slightly offended.

Danny muffles a laugh only Alfred would have heard.

#danny phantom #Danny ‘plausible deniability’ Phantom #Jason Todd #red hood #batman #tim drake #dick grayson #cassandra cain #black bat #Tim usually would be a better liar #but usually he lies to Batman #not Danny #Cassandra Cain and these idiots that she unfortunately loves #Danny: you stabbed me so I’m keeping the knife #Danny plays finders keepers with Gotham muggers #he wins #cartwheeling in Wayne manor #dc x dp #dp x dc #bamf danny phantom

[teamatsumu]

kinktober 2023 -> day 31

breeding kink - miya osamu x reader

word count: 1512

A/N: so this is it! thank you so much for everyone who stuck around for this kinktober event. 31 fics in 31 days, its the biggest project i have ever done. thank u for all the love and support ❤️

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What is stopping you?

Your mind repeated the question in your head every day, and it felt like your brain was yelling at you in frustration and confusion, wanting to know why exactly you were tongue tied in this situation. It made no sense to wait anymore. The time was ideal.

Truly, there couldn't be a better time to bring it up. You were happy with your job, Osamu’s business was flourishing; he had just opened another Onigiri Miya in Tokyo. He had a good staff now, an organized system on how to manage it all. He didn’t have to be the only person worrying for the business anymore, since he had hired experienced managers. It allowed him enough breathing room to come home early, cook a nice, hearty dinner for you both that you enjoyed while sprawled on the couch in front of the TV. Money wasn’t a worry anymore.

So really, what was stopping you from bringing up the topic of kids?

You seemed to have become lost in the same thoughts again because you only came to when Osamu nudged you, making you blink and tear your eyes away from the TV screen. He was looking at you questioningly, and you could see a hint of worry behind his dark eyes.

“What’s on yer mind, doll?”

You shook your head and smiled, shrugging a bit. “It’s no big deal ‘Samu. Just a project at work.”

He hummed a little, shoving more noodles into his mouth and sparing you little glances as he did so. You knew he didn’t believe you. Your husband knew you too well to fall for such an obvious lie. But you couldn’t, for the life of you, figure out how to broach the topic that was itching in the back of your mind for the last few days.

What do I even say? Put a baby in me?

You swallowed down the little knot that formed in your throat at the thought. Fuck. Was this turning you on? You grit your teeth tight enough that it hurt your jaw, scolding the little voice in your head to not do anything stupid.

When has your brain and lack of filter ever listened to you, though?

The next night, when Osamu had you sprawled on his lap, your back against his front, two fingers buried knuckles deep inside you and having pulled an orgasm out of you already, you babbled out the thought that had been plaguing you for many, many days.

“‘Sa- Samu,” you whined, long and desperate, dragging out his name. “Need your cock. Need your cum. Please.”

Osamu groaned in reply, pulling out his drenched fingers from your core and laying you on the bed. You pulled your legs up on instinct, spreading them wide, knees brought up to your sides. Osamu’s responding moan was sinful.

“S-shit, baby,” he breathed, clumsy hands quickly discarding his shirt and sweatpants. “Ya want it that bad? So ready to take me?”

You nodded your head frantically, back arching when he finally sunk his big, throbbing cock into you. The slide was comfortable and easy, considering how long you had spent spread apart on his fingers. Osamu wasted no time in immediately picking up speed, knowing exactly what spots to hit that had you reduced to a weepy mess.

You fumbled around until you had grabbed Osamu’s hands, hooking both of them under your knees and applying pressure. Osamu stared at you in realization before he shifted a bit and used his weight to hold your legs apart. You wanted him to put you in a mating press.

“This what ya want, sweetheart?” His voice was so hoarse you felt like you could cum just at the sound of it. “Fuck, ya look so sexy. All spread out fer me.”

Osamu was big on dirty talk, you knew. He loved speaking during sex and he loved when you spoke during sex. Over the years, you two had tried any and every thing in the bedroom that you possibly could, and you had lost all shame when it came to voicing your desires. The filthier, the better actually. Osamu could easily cum if you talked him through it.

Pair that with your days-old ruminating thoughts, and everything spilled out of you like word vomit.

“‘Samu,” you gasped. “Fuck me hard and deep, please. Please. Need to- need to be filled up with your cum, daddy. Need it.”

Osamu’s thrusts sped up and he cursed under his breath. “You’ll get it, babygirl. You’ll get daddy’s cum. Every last drop.”

You nodded frantically, crying out at a particularly well aimed thrust. “Yes! I- Osamu!” You wailed when his thumb made contact with your clit. Your nails dug into his back as you scrambled to pull him close. “Gimme. ‘Samu, gimme.”

Osamu was moaning into the skin of your neck, your legs over his shoulders and your body bent in half. “What’s gotten into ya today, baby? So greedy.”

You wound a hand through his hair, feeling the knot in your stomach pull tighter and tighter. You were seconds away from an orgasm. You pulled his head up by the hair until he was looking into your eyes. Your tears-coated, weepy eyes.

“Get me pregnant, Osamu. I want your kids.”

You didn’t have the time or the mental coherence to look at his reaction, because your orgasm washed over you like a freight train. Osamu’s movements stuttered, as a result of your words or you reaching your peak, you didn’t know. All you could do was feel the waves of electricity wash over you as you tried to breathe through the overwhelming feeling.

It was only when Osamu slowed to a stop in you, still twitching and throbbing, that you opened your wet eyes. He was looking down at you with mouth slightly open in shock, breathing still labored from his previous exertion. His dark hair was messy, stuck to the sweat on his forehead. All was silent between you.

“Are you serious?” He breathed, trying to see through your post-orgasm face. You nodded slowly.

“Thought about it a lot.” You admitted, tightening your legs around his waist a bit. “I’m ready if you are.”

A few more seconds, before Osamu bit his bottom lip and groaned, eyes falling to half mast again. He breathed deep, shaking his head. The corner of his mouth twitched up a bit.

“Do ya know how long I’ve waited fer this?” His voice was husky. He pulled himself up and unwound your legs from his waist. Then he bent you in half again, before setting a fast, bruising, brutal pace.

You gasped and threw your head back at the sudden change, pussy still sensitive from your orgasm, jaw going slack. His cock pounded into you with all the ferocity he could summon, one of the roughest sessions you two had had for a while, burning through you like embers crawling under your skin.

“Thought ‘bout it so much.” He continued choking out words, not slowing in the slightest. “The thought of ya all fat an’ swollen with ma kids. Fuck. Yer gonna look radiant.”

You moaned with him, picturing your pregnant belly, glowing face. Picturing a little human that you will birth. A human that Osamu could potentially put in you now.

“Daddy,” you whined. “Need…. I need- please.”

“Need what, baby?” Osamu had a little smirk on his face. His skin was flushed and damp, a drop of sweat rolling down the side of his face. His eyes were so dark you couldn’t make out his pupils. He looked feral.

“Need my load in ya? That it? Need ta take every last drop, yeah? Can’t risk wastin’ it.”

His hand came up, winding into your hair and tugging hard until you yelped.

“Take it, doll. Take it-”

His voice broke into a long moan as his hips stuttered and you felt warmth flood your insides, his bulging biceps trembling as he tried to hold his weight up through his orgasm. He was loud through it, coaxing you with rough words and even rougher fingers pinching your clit until you came one last time with a heaving cry, eyes rolling up into your head.

You had barely caught your breath when Osamu reached up to grip your face tightly with one hand, your cheeks squishing together. You stared at him with zoned out, misty eyes.

“Don’t ya dare waste a single drop.” He whispered so close that his lips brushed your puckered ones. “Keep it inside yer pussy like a grateful slut, ya hear me?”

You moaned in response, nodding weakly against his grip. He pulled out then and you clenched tightly, but you could feel it as a little bit trailed down your crack. Osamu hummed in disappointment, holding your legs open and watching as his cum leaked out.

“Poor baby. Couldn’t do it, could ya?” You felt him lean forward and brush a surprisingly soft kiss below your ear.

“I guess I’ll just have ta keep goin’ until I know yer pregnant fer sure.”

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[strangersmunsons]

Eddie’s sick. you have a little surprise to cheer him up. eddie munson x fem!reader, ~800 words

There’s some kind of bug floating around the garage, and it’s got Eddie sick as a dog.

It’s the second day off he’s taken from work. He’s at home, taking refuge on the couch — since there’s no television in his bedroom — huddled underneath a blanket, watching some mindless daytime program that he can barely focus on.

The front door to his apartment clicks open, and you appear in the entryway, wrapped up in a big overcoat. A large tote bag dangles from your shoulder.

“Hi, baby,” he calls out hoarsely at the highest volume he can manage.

“Hi, Teddy.” You toe your shoes off and leave them by the door, but keep your coat on. You pad over to where he’s laid up on the sofa. “How’re you feeling?” you ask, pushing his sweaty bangs off his forehead. The smooth swath of skin feels too warm beneath your palm.

“Like shit,” he croaks.

You hum sympathetically. “I’m sorry.”

He coughs, and the noise is thick with phlegm. “But better, now that you’re here,” he adds with a weak smile, voice cracking on the last word. You scratch his head lightly with your nails, right behind his ear, just like you would a puppy.

“Here, I brought you some stuff.” You set the bag down on the floor and start pulling out items. “A thermometer, because I know you don’t have one.” You take the it out of its box and stick it in his mouth before he can complain. “Flu medicine, heating pad, VapoRub…chicken noodle soup…” You set a thermos down on the coffee table in front of him. “Dark Crystal on VHS.”

“You’re an angel,” says Eddie. The words are garbled, as he’s speaking from around the glass rod tucked under his tongue. “Thanksch.”

“Wait, wait, I have one more thing.” You start to undo the buttons on your coat, fingers working slowly, dragging the process out. “Seeing as how I’m your caretaker and all, I thought I should dress for the part.” When all the buttons are undone, you shrug the coat off, letting it fall to the floor to pool around your feet.

Eddie’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates and the thermometer falls out of his open mouth. “Oh my God.”

The costume is from Halloween three years ago, before you met Eddie, so he’s never seen it before. The nurse uniform is tight and form-fitting, the silky white fabric hugging your body perfectly. It’s also short — the hem sits high up on your thighs, baring a generous amount of leg. For the finishing touch, you pull out a little red nurse’s cap and secure it to your head. “Ta-da! What do you think?”

Eddie thinks he’s going to start barking, that’s what he thinks.

“What do I think?” Eddie struggles to sit upright, propping himself up on his elbow. “Baby. Sweetheart. Angel. You look stunning. You’re the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen. You look so sexy, I — I can’t believe that I’m sick and have to keep my hands to myself.” He sounds utterly dismayed as he comes to this realization.

You start laughing. “Aw, I didn’t put it on to torture you. I wanted to cheer you up!”

“Oh, it’s working. Consider me cheered.” He hacks into his elbow briefly, then twirls the air with his index finger. “Gimme a spin, babe.”

You oblige, turning slowly on the spot. His eyes flit wildly up and down your figure, desperate to drink in every inch of you. The ill temper Eddie’s been in for the past two days completely dissipates. He’d wolf-whistle if he wasn’t so full of snot. 

“You know what? I think I’m feeling better already.”

“Hmm. Are you very sure about that?” you ask innocently, leaning forward with your hands braced on your thighs so he can get an eyeful of your chest. “‘Cause I think you could do with a little more tender loving care.”

Eddie shivers, and it has nothing to do with his being sick. “Whatever you say, nurse. You’re the medical professional.”

The corners of your lips turn up in a smile and you straighten back up. “First order of business,” you call over your shoulder as you head over to the kitchen, “eat your soup!” 

You open up the cutlery drawer and pull out a spoon while Eddie twists the lid off of the thermos. A curl of steam wafts up from the warm liquid, and he inhales deeply, excited for the first time in two days to eat something.

You hand him the spoon and sit on the floor on the opposite side of the coffee table. He slurps the soup down noisily, and you giggle despite your wrinkled nose.

“S’really good, baby. Thanks for doin’ all this.”

“Of course.”

“And as soon as I kick this flu, I’m gonna fuck you stupid.”

“Ooh, language! Talk like that again and I’ll have to give you a sponge bath.”

Eddie’s eyes gleam with excitement. “Promise?”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #this one is silly

[penny00dreadful]

And They Were Roommates! - Part 2

Part 1 Part 3 AO3

Eddie had called out of work the next day. Steve could hear him making his apologies to Mrs. Henderson who'd taken over the running of the shop when her husband passed.

Steve knew she'd probably tell him to stay home for the rest of the week, probably longer if she could get away with it, but Eddie loved every second he spent working there. Adored Dustin. Adored the other kids, Steve's kids, who used the back room for their dice game after closing on Thursday evenings.

Eddie would have to be beaten away from the premises with a bat. A bat with nails.

Steve might just have to give it a try if the idiot refused to rest properly.

He wasn't mothering him.

He was like… distant cousining him.

When he heard Eddie retreat back to his room after the call and when a light rumbling of snores came through the wall maybe a half an hour later, Steve finally made his exit from his room.

He hadn’t wanted Eddie to think he needed to put on a brave face or act like he was okay if Steve was out in the public spaces while he made the call. 

Not because he cared.

Just so Eddie wouldn’t have to pretend.

And so he himself didn’t have to deal with the tension.

Yeah, right.

Also, it was the least he could do to complete Eddie's designated chores off the whiteboard that there had been war over. 

Robin and Eddie’s friend Chrissy had been forced to come in and mediate the whiteboard before one of them set the other's hair on fire. Though by the end of the day the two best friends had been too busy making eyes at each other to be of any help.

Steve was taking a risk; messing with the delicate whiteboard balance that stayed the same, week in, week out, lest another war start. But if Eddie wasn’t up for going to work, he certainly wouldn’t be up for sweeping, mopping, countertops and garbage.

And like, Steve could hardly blame him, he’d been through a lot yesterday, he’d been betrayed by the guy he’d cared most about. He was attacked and had his heart broken all in one night.

So it was whatever.

Just a few chores. 

Whatever.

At least he didn’t have to worry about keeping the noise down. Eddie could sleep through the apartment being ripped up by a cyclone then dropped into Oz.

He’d probably sleep through any and all musical numbers to follow, too.

Though he’d be bummed about missing them.

A few hours had passed by that point and Steve was just about to sit his lovely bottom on the couch to enjoy some good old fashioned thoughtless tv when there was a knock at the door.

He half expected Mrs. Henderson to be on the other side with half a hospital in tow behind her as well as, like, fifteen gallons of her famous chicken noodle soup. Which Steve would not turn down for love nor money and would steal a minimum 50% share.

As was his right.

But it wasn’t Claudia.

It was some guy. 

Some guy who had a bandage over his nose, a harsh purple colour blooming underneath, sitting a little off as though broken. Some guy who had cuts and scratch marks all over his face and neck.

Some guy who seemed to be affronted at the very sight of him.

But as he stood there Steve could see the clogged up gears working in his brain before the guy opened his mouth and said "You're Steve, the roommate."

Steve pursed his lips. 

Well, this interaction was off to a great start. 

Though if this was who Steve thought he was, he couldn’t give less of a fuck.

"I'm Steve. Eddie's the roommate.” He said with a raised eyebrow. “What was with the look?"

The guy blinked at him. "What look?"

"The look you gave me, when I opened the door. Like I'd shit on your shoe." He answered with a cocked eyebrow and a cocked hip.

"Oh, uh… I just thought Eddie had shacked up with someone already.” The guy laughed. “Bit soon.” He shrugged and smiled at Steve as though looking for some kind of commiseration for a good joke, two men giving each other nudges about how silly their wives were or whatever other shit straight people did.

But Steve had no commiseration to give.

So this was definitely the shithead, then. Rick.

Steve leaned against the doorframe, practically acting like a barricade, blocking off access to the apartment with his arms crossed. "Don’t like the idea of him having someone at home?” He asked in a light tone. “Bit hypocritical if you ask me.”

Rick’s face immediately soured. "That wasn't his business to tell."

“I think you lose the privilege to that kind of privacy when you fuck around on people you’re supposed to love.” Steve shrugged. “Or just people in general.”

“Who the hell are you to judge me?” Rick puffed his chest out. “You don’t know me.”

“And thank god for that. I don’t need to know you. I know you’re a cheater, that’s enough.”

Rick scoffed. “Whatever, man. I’m not here to debate morality or some shit with you. I’m here to see Eddie.”

“No.” Steve answered as simply as he could. 

The guy seemed to need things to be concise.

Rick looked bewildered. “Ex- excuse me?”

“You got cotton in your ears or something? I said no.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are? His keeper? You know he hates you right?”

Steve pulled his mouth down into a mocking pout. “Oh no.” He sighed, deadpan. “I’m so heartbroken.”

“Listen, I’m not getting into it with you right now, man. So call Eddie out or move.”

“Or what?” Steve leaned forward a little, feeling his blood light on fire. 

There would be nothing more he’d love at this moment than Rick trying to square up to fight. 

The guy was a little taller than him, but Steve was much broader, much stronger and though it wasn’t something he liked to do, he knew he could throw a decent punch if it was for someone else.

That much was obvious. 

Thinking back on the things Eddie had said last night, the things Rick had tried, the way he’d cried into Steve’s shoulder, Steve would break Rick’s nose all over again if given half a chance.

“Steve.”

Eddie appeared next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder and pulling him away from the door.

Rick looked between the two of them before his eyes landed back on Steve, snapping at him “You can fuck off now.”

Steve raised his eyebrows as if to say ‘oh, can I?’, but even so, he looked at Eddie, waiting for some sign of what he wanted, whether he wanted him to stay or go.

But Eddie gave no indication of what he wanted, wedging himself in between the two and pulling the door tighter to himself, his expression thunderous through the blooming bruises and angry cuts.

“The fuck are you doing here?”

Steve took that as his cue to go. Even through all the bluster and posturing and how much the two of them still didn’t like each other-

We barely tolerate each other, Steve insisted to himself, we don’t like each other. I don’t like him.

-he wasn’t going to force himself into this drama and if Eddie needed to tear this guy to shreds on his own, Steve would let him.

But he had barely taken a step back before Eddie’s hand shot out, grasping at what he could until he had a fistful of Steve’s shirt, white knuckling it and stopping him in his tracks.

The movement was hidden by the door, Rick wouldn’t have been able to see it and Eddie didn’t acknowledge that he’d done anything, still staring his ex down.

Steve stopped dead where he was and when Eddie seemed to realise that he wouldn’t be moving, his hand loosened, coming back up to rest against the door.

“I’m here to sort things out between us. Try to fix it.” Rick said, his voice going soft.

Eddie exhaled a derisive laugh through his nose. “Why don’t you go and ‘fix’ your wife?”

Steve crossed his arms, standing guard in the back but still mostly out of sight.

“C’mon babe…” Rick reached out, attempting to grasp at Eddie’s fingers but Eddie snatched his hand back. “I think you’re just… making a big deal out of this when you don’t need to.”

“A big deal?” Eddie snapped, leaning forward. “Not only have you been cheating on your wife but you’ve been cheating on me too.”

“You?” Rick sputtered, incredulous.

He exhaled with an eye roll and only then noticed that Steve was still standing there.

“Are you serious?” Rick almost shrieked. “What the hell are you still here for? Show’s over, normie!” He waved his hand in Steve’s direction as though dismissing him.

Steve raised his eyebrows and smiled back, not moving an inch.

Rick looked back to Eddie. “Are you not going to do anything about him? We’re in the middle-”

“Oh my god.” Steve injected as much sarcasm as he could. “Is this a private conversation? I had no idea.”

Rick’s face was turning red with frustration. “You got a real attitude problem, man.”

Steve turned his mouth down in a pout. “Oh no.”

“That’s it.” Rick slammed against the door all of a sudden, wrenching it from Eddie’s grip and almost blowing it open if it wasn’t for Steve’s hands stopping it in its tracks.

The sudden stop jostled Rick, sending him slightly off balance and Eddie took the opportunity to kick out hard, swinging his leg up until it landed in between Rick’s legs. 

Eddie retracted his foot for just a second as Rick crumpled with a scream of pain before kicking out again, catching him in the hip and shoving him back into the hallway, sending him sprawling.

“Lose my fucking number, asshole.” 

Eddie spat down at Rick before turning back inside and slamming the door behind him.

His eyes were still narrowed and furious as he glared at Steve who could do nothing but stand there.

The sound of Rick’s groans were still echoing beyond the door as the two of them looked at each other.

The silence stretched on as Eddie heaved heavy breaths in and out and Steve stared dumbfounded.

There was a glossy sheen to Eddie’s eyes by the time Steve opened his mouth, not sure of what he was going to say.

But it didn’t matter.

Eddie stormed past him without a backwards glance, his hair just disappearing behind the door before he slammed it closed and the wailing of a guitar and the crashing of drums started to scream out of the speakers in his room.

He didn’t see Eddie for the rest of the day. Didn’t knock on his door to try to pull him out and didn’t try to get him to talk.

Steve was only just waking up the day after when he heard Eddie’s bedroom door open and shuffling coming down the hall towards the phone.

He twiddled his thumbs, waiting in his room while he heard Eddie’s muttered conversation. 

He didn’t want to interrupt, didn’t want to have to force his presence on Eddie before it was necessary but he really had to pee and he’d have to walk past the phone to get to the bathroom.

Thankfully the conversation didn’t last long but then Eddie shuffled away from his own room towards the bathroom and Steve had to take some very deep breaths.

He couldn’t really be mad at him for it, the guy hadn’t come out of his room at all yesterday after the confrontation, he deserved to pee but Steve felt like his kidneys were gonna start failing at any second.

When he heard Eddie shuffle back into his room Steve nearly cracked the wall with how hard he threw the door open, rushing down the hallway and into the bathroom before he exploded.

Eddie hadn’t made another appearance by the time Steve was grabbing his keys for work and as much as it irritated him, he was feeling a little wary about leaving him all alone for most of the day.

Turned out he didn’t really need to worry about it.

Just as he had turned back towards Eddie’s room, there was a knock on the front door.

He swung it open to find bouncing blonde curls and a bright perky smile.

“Hi Steve.”

“Oh, hey Chrissy.” He stepped aside, allowing her to sweep inside. Her sweater was very unusual. Dark blue and baggy and tucked into her light wash jeans. Steve could have sworn he’d seen it before. There was a large plastic bag in her hand that a glance inside told him was filled with every tooth rottingly sweet thing she could have scooped off the shelves at their local store.

She placed the bag on the kitchen counter with a light clink of glass against glass coming from inside.

Maybe it was also a day-drunk type of visit.

“How is he?” Chrissy asked, blinking up at him with her big earnest eyes.

“I’m… not sure?” Steve shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck a little embarrassed. “I haven’t seen him since yesterday.”

She nodded. “Okay. That’s okay.”

“I think I’m probably going to call over to Robin’s after work.” He muttered, trying to keep his burning blush down. “Hang out for a little bit.”

He didn’t think he needed to say he was doing it to give Chrissy and Eddie their space, to do their ice-cream and chocolate and alcohol and talk about how terrible men were without him hovering. But thankfully she got it, smiling at him so bright it almost hurt to look at.

“Could you…?” She hesitated, pulling the sleeves of her sweater over her fingers. “Could you ask Robin- never mind.”

Steve opened his mouth to assure her it was okay to continue but she barrelled on.

“The boys are coming over later too. Is that okay?”

“The boys?” Did she mean the kids?

“From the band.”

“Oh! Yeah I mean why wouldn’t that be okay? Eddie lives here too.”

“Yeah. I just wanted to check in case-”

“In case I complained about it later?” He tried to ask in his kindest tone. Maybe he’d been guilty of bitching about them in the past but he would never deny Eddie his support system, not at s time like this.

Even if he did… dislike him?

Did he still dislike him?

What was he talking about, of course he did.

“I’m sorry.” Chrissy looked incredibly guilty and Steve couldn’t stand it.

“No, you were right to ask. I haven’t- I’ve been a bit rude in the past.”

She looked like she wanted to apologise again so he shot her a warm smile and patted her on the shoulder. “I have to get to work, but take care of him, yeah?”

She gave him a curious look but nodded, sending him out the door with a wave of her hand, her sleeve following loosely where it was still pulled over her fingers.

Steve was halfway through his shift by the time Robin came in. She worked shorter hours ever since she’d taken that part time internship as a translator.

They’d just gotten past their mid-day coffee rush by the time they had a chance to talk.

“Are you doing anything after this?” He asked her, leaning back against the counter.

“Is this your way of asking me out?” Robin was rifling through the under counter refrigerator next to him, throwing out any old stock that had gone out of date.

“Yes.” Steve nodded. “I’ve been hopelessly in love with you for years and I thought now was the best time to confess.”

“You could have picked a more romantic location.” She sniffed at a container of strawberries, considering before shaking her head and dumping them.

“But my heart told me it had to be now, Birdie.”

Robin just rolled her eyes at him.

“So?” He nudged her with his foot, very nearly sending her off balance. “You, me, two of the best subs this city has and your couch. It’s my best offer.”

She shut the refrigerator door, pushing herself to stand, using the counter for balance. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Steve absentmindedly snapped his fingers at her, remembering.

“Oh! You have a date tonight, right?” 

“I did have a date tonight but sh- he cancelled.”

“He cancelled, did he?” Steve smirked, trying not to enjoy the poorly masked revulsion on Robin’s face at having to pretend to be dating a man.

“Yes. He did. Rain check for another time.”

“Bummer.” 

Robin hadn’t told him much about the girl she was seeing and Steve hadn’t pushed for any more information than she was willing to give. When she wanted him to know, he’d know.

“But-” he continued “-that leaves your schedule wide open for a date with me.” He spread his arms wide open and smiled at her.

“Well, aren't I just the luckiest girl in the world?” She batted her eyelashes at him.

“The luckiest. Any reason for the rain check?”

Robin nodded. “Friend emergency.”

“Oh. That’s sweet.”

“Yeah.” She smiled. “He’s a very sweet…” her nose scrunched up, “boy.”

“Very sweet boy.” He repeated with a smile. “So can I steal your keys? Have everything all spread out for you when you get home?” He dragged his hand down his chest, wiggling his hips.

“God, Steven.” Robin shuddered. “You’re repulsive.”

“Wrong. I am a dish.”

“Ugh. Gag.”

Steve pouted at her. “I’ll get you a milkshake too, how about that?”

She crossed her arms and stuck her nose up. “Fine.”

She could only hold for so long before she started to break, cracking a smile.

“If you two don’t mind,” a voice next to them said and they both jumped, seeing Mark their manager standing there, “could you stop flirting and get back to work?”

Neither of them even bothered arguing that they were not flirting anymore. They both knew the rest of the staff had a betting pool going on when they would get together.

They would be waiting a very long time.

By the time Robin got home, Steve had himself swaddled in her blankets and had stolen her best hot water bottle.

Why did she live somewhere so cold?

His toasty warmth didn’t last very long, however. 

She wrestled the hot water bottle from his grip by resorting to dirty tactics, pulling at his hair until he let it go. 

“How many times have I told you the hair is off limits?” He hissed at her, trying to fix it. His hair was his fucking signature, how could she be so rude?

“That is exactly why I go for it every time. It’s your weak spot.” She grinned, smug in her win and attempting to pull the throw off of him as well.

“Go get one of my sweaters if you’re gonna be such a big bitch baby about it. I just got off work.” She pouted, batting her eyelashes at him. “I’m tired.”

“I brought you subs and milkshakes!”

Robin heaved out a heavy, put upon sigh. “Fine.” She heaved herself up from the couch, still clutching at the hot water bottle and disappeared inside her room.

Steve took the opportunity to swaddle himself again, just getting cosy when he heard Robin call out, “Evie, did you steal my sweater?”

“Which one?” He shouted back. He probably had five or more of hers at home and he wasn’t even sure if all of those had started out as hers or his.

“The blue one!”

“Which blue one?”

“The new blue one!”

“What does it look like?”

“What do you think it looks like, it’s fucking blue!”

Steve rolled his eyes and tried to remember any blue sweaters that existed within his own apartment. 

“I’m pretty sure I don’t have it. I don’t even remember you getting a new blue sweater.”

“Well where the hell is it then?”

“How am I supposed to know? I didn’t even know it existed!”

“You’re supposed to know these things!”

“Maybe the sweater fairy stole it.” He snickered to himself until a dark red sweater that had definitely belonged to him first hit him in the face.

“You are the sweater fairy.” She pouted, sitting back down and stealing the throw from his lap.

“Don’t hate crime me. It’s rude.” He tugged the throw back over his legs, leaving her enough slack to cover herself as well.

Robin reached over to snatch her sub from the coffee table. “So.”

“So.”

“Something’s going on with Eddie.”

“What?” Steve ran through the entire day in his head. He didn’t think he’d mentioned Eddie once. “When did I say there was something going on with Eddie?”

“You didn’t.” Robin’s mouth went slack in the way it usually did whenever she was hiding something but she covered it up with a large bite, speaking through a full mouth. “But you’re here and not at home so…”

“That’s not that unusual.”

“No, but what is unusual is that you asked if you could steal my keys instead of just taking them.”

“Oh.” Yeah. That was not the norm. “Um, well it’s not really my place to say-”

“Who am I going to tell?”

“That’s besides the point.”

“Tell me.” She jabbed him with a sharp elbow.

“I don’t know if I can.” He said, running his hand through his hair.

“I mean, nothing too personal, if you don’t wanna.” She backtracked with a shrug.

“Doesn’t matter what I want. The thing is it’s not my business, it’s Eddie’s.” He shrugged. “But there was some… relationship drama the other night.”

“Ooh. Juicy drama?”

Steve winced. “Not exactly. More like… red flag drama.”

“Oh shit. Chr- I didn’t know that.”

Steve looked at her, bewildered. “I wouldn’t expect you to, how would you know?”

Robin just shrugged, shoving another large bite into her mouth. 

“I don’t really… I’m not comfortable talking about the things Eddie and I talked about but I do need you to help me… figure myself out.”

“Okay, that I can do. I’m an expert at it. I helped you find your sexuality.”

“Find it? It wasn’t fucking lost Birdie.”

“Yeah, but I brought it out into the sunlight.”

“Jesus, you’re acting like you released it from captivity. I knew. I’ve always known. Just because you didn’t know that I know, doesn’t mean I didn’t know.”

She shoved his arm. “I unlocked it.”

He shoved her back. “You didn’t unlock shit.”

She shoved him again. “I unlocked it. You’re welcome.” 

He gave her a final shove with a huff to go right along with it. “Whatever.”

“Okay, no more side tracking. Tell me your scrambly brain thoughts.”

“Alright. Um. Okay. So.” Shit. How much could he tell her without either breaking Eddie’s trust or revealing too much. “So there was drama the other night, between Eddie and the boyfriend, you know that much. I won’t say what happened but he didn’t get home until like four in the morning and he called out of work yesterday and today-”

“He called out?!” Robin shrieked, open mouthed. She’d lived with Eddie long enough and been through enough of Steve’s bitching to know just how much Eddie loved that job.

Steve nodded. “Yeah. It was… it wasn’t good, Birdie, what happened. It was actually really fucking fucked up.”

She nodded, encouraging him to continue.

“So then yesterday he’s trying to sleep it off pretty much and there’s a knock at the door.”

“Oh no.”

“Yeah and I go get it because I had assumed it would be Mrs. Henderson with some chicken noodle soup and you know I’d kill my own mother for some of that soup-”

“-I’d kill your mother for some too, yes.”

“-yeah. But it wasn’t Mrs. Henderson, it was Rick, the boyfriend. Or ex-boyfriend, I don’t know and he was trying to like, bully his way into the apartment to see Eddie and I don’t know what happened with me but-”

“-you went full guard dog protector mode didn’t you?”

“I…” Steve sighed, looking down at his hands. “Yeah, I did. Why did I do that? It’s none of my business. I don’t even like the guy. Why would I care?”

“Because you always care, Evie. You saw someone who needed help and you helped, it’s what you do.”

Steve scoffed. “Hardly. It’s not like I’m some fucking selfless hero for doing it.”

“Nah, you kinda are.”

“It was just some guy!”

“And you’re just some guy too!”

Steve glared at her, offended. “You take that back.”

Robin looked at him for a moment. “Okay, fair, retracted.”

He gave her a small grin and dragged the sleeves of the sweater over his fingers.

“Hey! Stop, you’ll stretch it!”

“What does it matter if I stretch it, it’s mine.”

“It is not.”

“It is too!”

“Is not!”

“Is too!” He jabbed her in the side, knowing full well that if they continued the way they were this could go on all night. It had gone on all night more than once.

Robin squawked and immediately lunged, her hands grabbing at the top of his head. 

“No, no! I told you not the hair!”

“And I told you it’s your weakness.” She hissed, her eyes flashing as he scrambled at her wrists before she could get her fingers buried deep enough.

“Boobies!” He shouted, as loud as possible. The effect was immediate, Robin tried to cringe away from him with a look of disgust. “Boobies, boobies, boobies!”

“Oh my god are you five fucking years old? Can you not say tits or breasts or fucking mammary glands or something like a damn adult?” She wrenched her wrists away from him. “I’m so embarrassed for you.”

“I’m embarrassed of your face.”

“I’m embarrassed of your weird man hair.” She scowled, patting at his chest. 

“You shouldn’t be. Everyone loves the chest hair. Even the lesbians. It’s like a respect thing.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Whatever.”

Steve pouted to himself.

He just wanted to help. He wanted to make sure Eddie was okay, that he would continue to be okay and there was this horrible little part in the back of his head that also wanted to make sure that no one would put their hands on Eddie ever like that again.

It was weird and possessive in a way he really shouldn’t have been feeling about his irritating as shit roommate who didn’t even have the courtesy to play guitar with headphones on half the time.

No matter how good his playing was.

“I can smell your hair burning.”

“What do I do now, Birdie?”

“What do you mean?”

“Like… I want to help, I guess. But I don’t know how. We don’t even like each other, why would he accept my help?”

“Well… how did he react when you did what you did?”

“He… I guess he… I was going to leave when Rick came to the door and he stopped me. He didn’t say anything to me, he didn’t even look at me but he grabbed onto me and… I think he was scared, Rob. I’ve never seen him scared.”

“Well Steve, I think you’re gonna do what you always do. Help. Whether you know you’re doing it or not, whether you even really mean to, you always help.”

"You're making me out to be some sort of saint."

“I’m really not.” She shook her head. “You’re just… you.”

“Wow, incredible observation there, Birdie.”

“Oh, fuck off and finish this for me.” She shoved the rest of her sub into his hands.

Part 1 Part 3 AO3

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[xxnghtclls]

„Would you still love me if I was a worm?“

You ask, while picking at the fabric of your kimono, not daring to see his reaction in the first place.

… But it‘s a question you had to ask.

Sukuna turns his head to you, making you feel his eyes on your skin and his sneer in your bones.

A soft breeze flows through the room, tickles your naked feet while you lay on the bed with him, some space between the two of you.

„How insinuating of you.“ he hisses, cocking his eyebrow.

You frown and turn to him, humming in confusion.

„Mh?“

He smacks his lips in response.

„Maybe you would be less pathetic as a worm. You wouldn‘t be able to talk.“ he sighs, closing his eyes again.

„What if I could talk though?“ you keep pushing. „What if I went just poof right now, staying the same y/n as I am now, just that I was crawling over your fingers instead of laying right next to you in this moment?“

You can see him rolling his eyes under his closed eyelids, before he opens them again and you have to suppress a giggle. Of course it‘s your favourite hobby to annoy the shit out of him.

He shifts, turning to you, his face close to yours, breathing against your face with four eyes boring into your soul.

„Princess, if you went poof like you said, turning into a slimy little worm, because I can tell that this little game of yours rails you up between your legs the more and more you keep pushing me...“ he starts whispering intimidatingly. „I would hope that your mouth would be so tiny, I couldn‘t grasp the noises coming out of it, before I rub and squeeze your slimy little figure out of fun.“

Oh his words do rail you up.

„Rub and squeeze you say?“ you breathe against his lips.

„Rub and squeeze…“ he smirks.

A pause.

„…before I might smack you through the room and watch how your slimy little body may stick to a wall like a fresh cooked noodle.“ he continues. His voice so hot, but his words so insulting.

But sometimes you like it.

You swallow your pride, as your hands wander to the bulge between his thighs. He is as railed up as you. His two dicks pulsating and growing under the touch of your hand and the sound of your cheeky little voice.

„A fresh cooked noodle huh?“ you breathe, rubbing him through his pants.

His lip twitches, before he chuckles darkly.

Sukuna‘s hand grabs your chin harshly, squeezing your cheeks and making your lips pop forward, while his eyes linger on your pretty little mouth, while his voice turns raspy from arousal.

„Yes.“

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[morganski-19]

The One with the Cold

Robin walks out of her bedroom to find Steve wrapped in a blanket on the couch. Face down in the pillows.

“Robs, I’m dying.”

“You just have a cold, calm down.”

“Then why am I dying.” He rolls over with a groan, pouting at Robin.

She crosses her arms. “I don’t know what you want from me. You’re the one who decided to work with germ ridden six-year-olds.”

He lets out a long sigh. “I know.”

“Like seriously, I’m surprised you don’t get sick more. You practically get sneezed on daily.”

“I have a strong immune system.”

Robin glares at him.

“Normally. I normally have a strong immune system.”

Robin takes her hand and places it on his forehead. He’s slightly warm. “On a scale of dying to dead, how sick are you?”

“Just regular dying.”

She goes to the bathroom to get the thermometer out of the first aid kit. Putting it in his mouth, she walks away to get a glass of water and some cold medicine. When the thermometer beeps, she looks at it and hands him the pills.

“Just a slight fever, it should be fine. Want some tea or something?”

“Tea would be nice,” Steve says as he retreats back under the blanket.

Robin finds the empty tea box in the cabinet, cursing Steve for leaving it in there. If he wasn’t sick, she’d let him hear it. It’s a bad habit of his. She lets him know that she’s running across the hall to see if they have any.

Nancy’s door is unlocked, like it normally is. She opens it to find Nancy walking around the apartment with cleaning wipes in her hand. Scrubbing at the remotes and surfaces.

“Yours too?” Robin groans.

Nancy turns to her with an annoyed face. “Well, now I know where he got it from. Steve being a giant baby over it too?”

“What do you think? Came over to see if you had any tea, we’re out.”

Nancy throws out the wipe in her hand, placing the container on the counter. “We should, but Eddie always puts the empty boxes back on the shelf.”

“Wow, they were really made for each other,” Robin jokes. “If only they would do something about it.”

Nancy hands Robin a tea bag. “Maybe lay off the teasing for now, Eddie’s claiming he’s dead.”

Robin huffs. “That’s worse than Steve. He’s just regular dying. Do you happen to have a can of soup I can borrow too. I know we don’t have any.”

“Probably.” Nancy roots around in a separate cabinet, pulling out a can of chicken noodle soup. “Here. I just hope I don’t get sick because of this. I can’t miss work this week.”

“I mean, you just sanitized the entire apartment. And probably barred him to his room. You’ll be fine.”

Nancy knocks three times on the table. “Just in case.”

Robin heads back to her apartment after thanking Nancy for the food. “Guess who else your grubby kids got sick. Eddie. But he’s either more dramatic than you are or generally worse. He’s claiming he’s dead. Nancy’s busy cleaning so she doesn’t get sick either.”

She’s cut off when a choked snore comes from the couch. Robin laughs to herself, taking the kettle off the stove before it starts boiling. He won’t be awake for a while anyway. She grabs a book from her room and sits on the armchair, waiting for him to wake up.

It’s a few hours before he does. And the only real reason he wakes up is because he can’t breathe out of his nose anymore. Robin gets him more of the cold meds as he sits up. Shivering as the blanket falls off his shoulders. She actually makes the tea this time.

“Thank you,” he whispers when she hands it to him. Wincing when he burns his tongue.

“I just made that, dingus, it’s going to be hot.”

He shoots her a half-baked glare. “Can’t you save the insults for when I don’t feel like shit.”

Robin smiles. “Nope.”

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[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Slashers x child reader where reader just runs up to them holding a snake (might be poisonous) and is like “Look I made friends with a noodle!” Slashers are just confused on why reader hasn’t been attacked by the snake yet

I don't know if you mean separate or all of them together. I can change it into your desired concept if I make a mistake.

Slashers finding child reader with a snake!

Michael

You found a little moving flexie stick, you thought it was adorable so you grabbed it and placed it on you hand and it just slithered around and flicked it's tongue at you.

Michael was looking for you and then he heard fast little footsteps behind him.

And behind him was you holding a small snake.

Immediate panic.

What if it's poisonous!? What if it bites you and you die??? Let go of it right now.

"dad, look its a-"

He grabbed that thing by its supposed throat and threw it at the ground.

"dad!" you yelled out.

"what did you do to my friend.." you started to cry so he quickly picked it up and gave it to you again. The snake is traumatised and hurt but you don't need to know that.

He's keeping two eyes though.

Sinclair brothers

You crouched down. You saw a big green line, you thought it was cool af so you just put it around your neck and tried your best to run to your brothers with the heavy weight on your shoulders and neck.

Lester and Vincent in the trunk of Lester's car and bo just leaning against the doors probably smoking and or drinking a bevarage.

"aye.. Where's y/n gon' to?" bo asked.

"oh shit, I completely forgot bout' them!" Lester exclaims.

"Goddammit, why can't you ev-"

"I'm right here!" a high pitched voice replies. All three of them surprised to see you holding a big green snake around you.

"y/n let go of that thang right now!" Lester is scared for your life

"what, but its my noodle friend." you respond sadly.

"like hell it's a noodle, what if it bites you?" bo says

Vincent is just trying to pry it off you subtly, he's trying the best of his abilities he's careful not to anger or make it feel threatened. Jonesy is barking at it.

When the snake opened its mouth was just when bo threw it off you. The snake just hissed at you three and scurried off to the woods.

Vincent picked you up and to the car and sat you down, a signal to not leave their side again, god knows what would've happened if that snake really did bite you.

Hannibal

Hannibal took you to a park. You loved playing there, you were stepping on the crunchy dead leaves and you spotted an orange snake with black and white lines which you almost stepped on.

It was just chilling on the ground and you had the uncontrollable urge to pick it up. And so you did and it did not snarl at you or act aggressive. You were starting fall in love with this snake.

"hey y/n, what's that you're holding?" one of your playground-mates asked you.

"look, a noodle!" you excitedly said to them but became confused when your other friends started screaming and running to their parents. This of course alerted hannibal as he came to the commotion.

"y/n what hap-" he stopped his sentence as he saw the snake in your arms, He sighed.

"y/n put that down."

"why? it's my friend."

"just-put it down you're scaring your frinnds."

"okay.." you let go of your little friendly friend onto the ground softly.

"can we please keep it?"

".... Maybe when you're older."

Billy & stu

Each of your two hands held the finger of your two parents. They were dressed as their iconic black robe and ghostly screaming face. You didn't know why but they drop you off somewhere maybe in your house or in the woods irresponsibly and come back covered in a weird dark sticky red liquid and a metallic smell.

You were in your backyard. They gently take their fingers away from your hand and tell you.

"okay y/n, we'll be back like always!" Stu your father said.

"and don't run off." your other father Billy added.

"I know." you say with an innocent smile. They strutted their way out the door. You have many toys and plastic/toy slide and swings that they stole brought just for you.

But the one thing tha caught your attention the most is a ssss sound. You crawl over to that sound and find a familiar looking snake. It had golden like skin with dark patterns. You saw on a documentary maybe it was called a pie.... Thong...? It doesn't matter.

The beautiful looking snake was making its way towards you not meaning any harm. It went up your arms and you patted it.

Few minutes later they come back. Unusual for them to back so early but maybe they got lucky in their "work".

Stu takes off his mask off immediately.

"hey y/n we're home!" he runs to their backyard and instantly starts shrieking.

Billy gets startled and runs to your location.

"WHAT WHY ARE YOU SCREAMING."

"LOOK AT Y/N!"

"WHAT DID THEY DIE?"

Billy was extremely reliefed to find you alive but was not relieved enough because there was a bigass snake all over you.

"SHIT WHAT DO WE DO BILLY."

"KILL IT!"

"noo! I'm not gonna let you kill noodle." you say with a frown.

"noodle!? That is a snake!" Stu tries to get you to let go of the animal.

Billy came back armoured with a long tong in his left hand and three knives in his right.

"alright, so I'm just.. Gonna pick the little fella up and let it be free where it belongs, okay?"

"but-"

"the lil dude doesn't belong here, he needs to be with his family, he must miss them right?" Stu tries to desperately make you let him go without you crying.

You give up and watch the armoured Billy cautiously throw it away. Stu then picks you up and takes Billy's hand and run into the house to go watch a movie.

"maybe we shouldn't just leave you alone like that..."

I finally finished one after 35 years.

#nbc hannibal #slasher x reader #slasher x you #hannibal #hannibal x reader #nbc hannibal x reader #x you #hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #x you fluff #og michael myers #michael myers x you #rz michael myers #michael myers x reader #sinclair twins #sinclair brothers #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #billy loomis x you #stu matcher x reader #ghostface x y/n #hannibal x child reader #hannibal x child!reader #lester sinclair x reader #bo sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair x reader #michael myer x child reader #x child reader #billy loomis x reader

[sunlightmurdock]

The Smoke Detector | Firefighter Bradley Bradshaw

your cooking skills fail you again, and your nosey neighbour has to intervene

wc: 0.75k

masterlist | requests form

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“Shit, shit!” You frown, dropping the charcoaled oven tray down onto the stove and trying to waft the smoke away from your face. Right away, you know you’ve got ninety seconds. It’s night time, but the standard remains the same. Roll-out in under ninety seconds.

You know he’s home from the Led Zepplin carrying through the walls. He’s three units down but he isn’t home all the time and he likes to make the most of the privacy when he is.

In an ultimate act of betrayal, your fire alarm begins to wail over your head. Slamming the oven shut, abandoning the cremated mac and cheese as you clamber up onto the countertop unsteadily. You try to tame your hair at the same time as the wailing, pulling your hood up instead. It’s a good thing that today was one of those random days you had decided to wear pants whilst relaxing.

You tug at the fire alarm, disconnecting it unceremoniously and letting it hang free as you struggle to pry the battery out of it.

“Everything okay in there?” Followed by three knocks on the door, then him trying the door handle. You close your eyes, bracing yourself to be lectured as he steps into your apartment and closes the door behind him.

Wearing a navy-coloured San Diego Fire Department shirt, gym shorts and no shoes, he stares at you from your doorway.

This isn’t the first time he has let himself into your apartment. He’s two units up, and it seems that helping you move in during that mid-august heatwave a couple of months ago came with a catch. He’s like a stray cat that you made the mistake of feeding.

But, compared to that time that you had slipped and dislocated your shoulder in the shower, you aren’t too upset with him for wandering in now.

Stern, he frowns at you, “Were you about to take the battery out of that?”

“It’s still breaking and entering, even if I know who you are, you know.” You answer him from your countertop, eyes narrowed incredulously. This is becoming embarrassing. Trying to cook something a little more ambitious, and crashing and burning. Quite literally.

“Just doing my job,” Rooster’s eyes land on the oven dish resting on your stove and he walks forwards as the alarm wails on. He calmly switches the oven off and peers down at the blackened pasta noodles and dissipated sauce. As he looks up at you, unimpressed, you silently wait for the ground to swallow you whole. “Hop down. I’ve got it.”

You tug your hoodie down a little more, shifting uncomfortably in your pink, fluffy socks. “I’ve got it.” You insist.

“Not if you were about to take the battery out, you don’t. There’s a reset button right next to your hand.” His hand comes to rest on your ankle as he looks up at the fire alarm above your head. Huh. There it is. That little red, plastic button that you had been clawing around to try to pry the battery from.

You press it and the wailing immediately stops. Which, honestly, just makes everything worse. His lips quirk into a soft smile as his eyes dart back to the cremated Mac and cheese, then to you again.

“Don’t start.” You groan.

He just chuckles and shakes his head, “Look, I prefer it a little crispy too, but um…”

“Shut up, I was reading and I forgot about it.” You tell him, lowering yourself down to sit on the countertop instead. Immediately, his face changes. Brows furrowed in concern, you feel like a middle schooler in a safety assembly before he has even had a chance to open his mouth.

“You should really—“ By the look on his face, he can tell that you don’t need a lecture from him. His warm hand squeezes softly at your knee, almost apologetic. “Well, are you hungry? — I was making pasta, there’s plenty if you want some.”

“No, I couldn’t— I’ll just—“

“No, seriously, I can’t portion control spaghetti to save my life, I’ll be having leftovers for a week if you don’t have some.” He steps closer, bracketing you between him and the counter without meaning to. “And besides, I’m not going to relax if I think you’re in here trying to cook something else.”

Your lips quirk slightly, giving a small shrug of your shoulders. The sheepish little nod that you give him is more than enough for now. He’s certain that it’ll be an enthusiastic yes after you taste his cooking.

…

#bradley bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw #miles teller #bradley bradshaw smut #firefighter!rooster #firefighter!bradley #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw au #bradley bradsaw x reader

[doodles-with-noodles]

This was my Resident Evil 6 playthrough as Piers experience. I’m not someone who usually plays horrorgames, so thank my sibling @naysayer3 for bearing with me.

#shitpost #noodles open mouth and shit do come out #resident evil 6 #resident evil #rebhfun #piers nivans #resident evil fanart #this emotionally destroyed me #it was fun tho #I am a firm believer that chris and piers are besties

[tomssexdoll]

Hiiiii!!! I just want to say I love your work!! if you haven't already can u please do one where tom is sick and the reader takes care of him and hes super clingy.

Thank You!!!!! Love you!!!

hi love! tysm for all the support ur so kind <3

Sick

PAIRINGS: Tom 2014 x Female reader CONTENT: FLUFF SYPNOSIS: Tom has been feeling sick lately, after a meet and greet he contracted someones sickness. He's been really clingy and whiny but you love it, you take care of him because you adore and love him. A/N: this era ofc cause why tf not WARNINGS: none, just love <3

Tom has been feeling really sick lately, throwing up and sneezing quite a lot. He had a meet and greet a few days ago and thinks he contracted someones sickness, he did infact shake so many hands.

He whined and pulled me closely as I was walking by, "y/n..come here" I giggled and pulled away as he tried to kiss me "eww tom you have snot all over your nose, there's no way i'm gonna catch your sickness."

"You're so mean" he groaned and turned away from me, I rolled my eyes playfully "stop acting like a child Tom, here put your hands out" I tapped him, he turned a little and peeked at me, holding out his hands as I squirted some hand sanitizer onto them. "Rub it in, i'm not doing absolutely everything for you baby" I chuckled. He sighed dramatically loud and rubbed the sanitzer in his hands.

"Stay here and rest, I'm popping out to the shops and getting you some things" he whined again but I just ignored it, as much as I loved him he got so clingy when he was sick.

I got into my car and drove to the local pharmicist, buying medicine and a few snacks for him, the ones I knew he loved.

I returned home and heard his heavy footsteps as soon as I came to the door, he must of heard my car in the driveway.

He opened the door and hugged me tightly, "I missed you baby" he kissed the top of my head like 20 times. "Relax Tommy, go back to the couch and I'll show you what I got" I smiled.

He raced to the couch and I sat down beside him, opening the back and pulling out the medicine, along with his favourite snacks, his eyes lit up "holy shit! i love these!" he smiled brightly and kissed my cheek "thankyou schatz, ich liebe dich." He instantly starting munching on the chips I got him, groaning "it's so good" I chuckled "yeah yeah, time for medicine liebe, open up" I grabbed the bottle of medicine and poured it onto a tablespoon, grabbed the spoon from me and poured it into his mouth, gagging a litttle "fuck that tastes like shit" making dramatic faces and noises, I giggled "it's not that bad don't be dramatic."

Later in the night I woke up to him coughing quite badly, I winced, not wanting him to be in pain. I got up and got the medicine again and heated up some chicken noodle soup I had made for him before.

I softly woke him up, "liebe..you were coughing pretty badly, sit up so I can give you these" I turned the bedside lamp on and waited for him to sit up. He groggily got up, his eyes still shut.

"Ughh..I hate being sick.." he whimpered, taking the spoon of medicine from me and pouring it into his mouth again. He turned to go to sleep but I stopped him "ah ah ah, not yet tom" he groaned and I slowly fed him the soup, making sure he didn't gulp it all up at once because he did that once when he was sick and I didn't need a repeat of that event.

"Cmon liebe, lets go to sleep" I smiled softly and turned off the lamp, getting into bed beside him. He grabbed me and pulled me closer, wrapping his strong arms around my waist. "need you close..love you so much" he mumbled before drifting off to sleep, I giggled quietly and fell asleep in his arms.

The next morning I woke up and noticed Tom was out of bed, I went into the living room and saw him playing video games, his nose clogged with tissues and his eyes red from him itching them so much. "What did I tell you about rubbing your eyes Tom?" I groaned, rolling my eyes and stopping him from playing, applying cream onto his eyes, "baby I almost won!" he whined, I snapped back at him "I don't care Tom! You're sick and I'm taking care of you!" I heard oo's and shes mad from Bill, Gustav and Georg from his headphones, and a smile tugged at my lips.

"Shut up guys" I laughed and walked off, preparing some healthy food for him to recover from his cold. I chopped up some vegetables for the soup I was making. I poured him some lemonade, "here you go baby, it'll make you feel less nauseous" I smiled and he gladly accepted the glass, slowly sipping on it as I had instructed him to multiple times before.

As I was making the food, so focused on chopping vegetables, I forgot about Tom gaming and didn't realize the yelling and noises stopped, I felt his hands wrap around my waist behind me and his soft lips pressed against my neck. I smirked and turned to look at him "yess tom?" "I love you baby, thankyou for taking care of me" he said, smiling lovingly, I kissed his lips softly "of course, you know I love you a lot."

"Hey! Didn't you say you weren't gonna kiss me cause I'm sick!" he complained, I giggled "yeah, but now you can take care of me if I get sick" I winked and he chuckled, kissing me again.

E/N: This was actually adorable, I loved writing this

#tokiohotel #tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz fluff

[elilelibeli]

Reggies drunk craving

Sound of their front door wakes James up. He turns on the lamp next to the couch and sees Reg taking off his shoes.

“Hi love” he ask while yawning.

“Hi Jamie” Regulus smiles at him, “why aren’t you asleep?” he asks slurring.

“Wanted to wait, how was your night?” James gets up to kiss him. Regulus melts in his boyfriend’s touch.

“Great! They played so much Rihanna, I haven’t danced that much in a very long time.” he says in between small kisses. “You can go up and I’ll be right up with you” he says smiling at his boyfriend’s childlike yawn.

James steals one more quick peck and heads up the stairs lazily. He is about to go into the bedroom when he hears a loud curse.

“Reg, love what’s going on” he calls.

“James, where are my leftover noodles” Regulus whines, closing the fridge door with a loud bang. “Did you eat them?”

“Baby, the noodles from last weekend?” He asks and chuckles at his boyfriend’s eager nod.

“No I didn’t eat them Reggie, they were old, I threw them away”

“You threw my noodles away?”

“Yes love, the veggies had mold on them”

“But I wanted to eat the noodles. That’s the only thing I craved in the cab. I was sitting and thinking about those noodles and I really..” Reg can’t finish his sentence because he is crying. He is actually crying about the noodles, big tears and full pout crying.

James can’t help himself but laugh. His boyfriend is standing in the kitchen at 3 am, crying because of the noodles with a lip quiver and that adorable, little pout.

“James, do not laugh! This is not funny you threw away my noodles” Reg says putting his hands on his hips.

“Come on baby, they had gone bad. Go up, try to take those glitters off and I’ll order you some”James pulls him by his belt loop and tries to kiss him. Reg is pretending to be upset but still smiles against James’s lips. He heads up to the bathroom happily.

Last thing Regulus remembers is going upstairs to get ready for bed. Now he wakes up because of a loud bang from the kitchen. He quickly goes down to see what’s going on.

“Jamie, are you okay?”

“Shit, did I wake you up? sorry love I dropped a lid” James answers. James who is standing in front of a stove, stirring a big pot of noodles at 4:30 in the morning.

“Jamie what are you doing?”

“The noodle place you like was not open when I tried to order, so I figured I’d try and make you some.” James was smiling at him “we ran out of spring onions but I think it will be okay”

“You made me noodles.” Regulus is staring at him, his mouth fully open.

“Yeah?!”

“Well.. Jamie is 4:30 in the morning”

“Yes but you were craving them, weren’t you?” James asks while getting a bowl from the cupboard.

Regulus is still standing. He cannot believe that he is not even surprised. Of course this is what James would do, he would stay up all night to wait for him and then cook him a stupid drunk craving at 4 in the morning. He is standing there and he is not even surprised that this is happening because things like this happen to him now. And he suddenly realizes the size of luck and happiness he has are unmeasurable, because he is used to things like this. He gets to receive James’s huge love and exist with this much kindness. He realizes how truly happy he is and how he would do anything to always be this warm from James.

As if something nudged him, Regulus moves suddenly, hugging, or more like jumping on his boyfriend’s back like a mad man. “You are going to marry me, right?” he asks with an extremely serious tone.

James turns around. He is smiling with his whole face, dimples on his cheeks, crinkles around his sweet, sweet brown eyes. He laughs with his loud laugh that Regulus prefers over any symphony he has ever heard.

“Right, of course, of course I will Reggie. I would do it right now if I could” he answers, with sincerity in his voice.

“Right, okay, good, perfect” Regulus answers, unable to form a coherent sentence after having every single cell in him injected with overdose of love. He kisses his, apparently very soon to be husband on his cheek and grabs a hot bowl of what he thinks will be the most delicious noodles in the world from his hands. He is happy truly, truly happy.

#jegulus #cooking noodles apparently gets you a proposal #reggies drunk craving #james potter #regulus black #marauders #dead gay wizards #regulus black loves Rihanna!

[mikeysw1fey]

i’m not everyone else

request linked here

pairing: max fox x female reader

warnings: illusion of SH

a/n: happy halloween 🎃

27th of January

“Hi Sam.” I smile, waving at the older woman who peeks her head around the corner of the kitchen. “Oh hi honey, Max is just upstairs, she hasn’t been down in a bit so good luck with that.” Sam chuckles before heading back to check on her noodles.

I frown slightly at Sam’s statement.

Max hasn’t been down in a bit.

Heading up the stairs I walk into Maxs room to find her back facing me as she sits on her bed, shoulders shaking lightly. “Hey Max.” I whisper trying not to startle the curly haired girl. “Oh shit. Um. Hi. I didn’t think you were coming over till later, I just-“ She turns around and wipes her rushes to wipe eyes, sniffing slightly as she avoids my gaze.

“Are you ok?” Her eyes are blotchy and red leaving me with the assumption she was just crying.

“Yeah I’m fine just allergies.” She puts on a smile and moves closer to me on her bed. “Mm.” I hum in reply not fully believing the girl beside me. “You can talk to me if your not ok.” I whisper sending her a small smile in hopes to comfort her.

“Yeah, yeah I know. But I’m fine, I’m always fine.” She replies allowing her gaze to drift towards her window.

Not knowing what to say I simply hum in agreement, ignoring that achy feeling in my heart at allowing the person I adore most to keep hurting.

13th of February

“Pass me the bong.” Paisley groans splaying herself out over Max’s bed as the three of us lounge around Maxs room. “One second I haven’t finished my cone, damn woman.” I reply, quickly placing my mouth over the opening. Paisley groans and buries her face into the covers.

“Max you doing alright?” I ask the girl who sits on the floor leaning against the side of her bed. Max looks up at me and nods, a small smile adorning her face. “Always alright.” She drawls with a shrug of her shoulders before glancing back at the floor.

Passing Paisley the bong I drag myself to the floor beside Max, allowing my head to rest on Maxs shoulder.

“It’s ok to not be ok, you know that right?” I whisper quiet enough so that Paisley can’t hear it over the bubbling of the bong. Max frowns and I can almost hear the gears in her head turning as she thinks of an response.

“I already said I’m alright.” She almost snaps causing my eyes to widen before Max moves up onto the bed letting my head fall from her shoulder.

“Ok.” I whisper to no one but myself as I slowly come to a realisation.

Max Fox is not alright.

19th of February

Max hasn’t talked to me since the last time I was at her house which was almost a week ago.

No messages, no calls, not even a tik tok sent my way.

Her ghosting confirmed my suspicions completely. She wasn’t ok.

Grabbing my phone off my bed I click Maxs contact, my thumbs dancing over the keyboard as I try to scramble together the right words to say.

Hey Maxie, I miss you. Wanna hang out soon?

About an hour drags on by as I wait for a beep from my phone.

Giving up in waiting I grab my phone and go to send a second message when I see that my message has the word read underneath it.

“Oh.” I sigh realising the one person I love most is ignoring me.

Swiping out of the app I click on instagram not expecting to see Max had posted.

A selfie of her in her bedroom lights up my feed and I automatically smile admiring her dimples and finding joy in seeing her grin. Only after gazing at her for at least five minutes (not stalkerish at all) do I see the blade in the background of her picture sitting innocently on her bedside table.

Worry washes through me. I know what the blade means, I’ve been there. Turning off my phone I pocket it and grab my car keys heading to my car determined to be there for her whether she wants me to be or not.

19th of February

Knocking on the Fox’s front door, my mind wanders to whether or not Max will be angry when I inevitably barge into her room.

“Hi Y/N, I wasn’t expecting you.” Sam smiles opening the door wider and ushering me inside. “I think Max is just upstairs.” She gestures to the stairs and I nod my thanks heading up with my heart beating 1000 times a second.

I stand outside her bedroom door for a second, debating just walking away when the door swings open and Maxs wide eyed face stares at me.

“What are you doing here?” She sighs walking backwards as I walk forwards into the room. “I didn’t reply for a reason.” Her voice is cold, distant as she sits on the edge of her bed eyes following my movements.

“Max. I care about you and I am here for you for whatever your going throu-” I begin only to be cut off as Max stands up. “No. Don’t even finish that sentence.” Tears well in her eyes as she shakes her head furiously. “Max.” I trail off unsure of how to confront her as she scrunches up her face trying to ward off her tears.

“Please. Just leave. Go home.” She whispers pointing to the bedroom door. Standing up I head towards the door. “No.” I pause in my actions turning on my heel and marching back to her side.

“No, I’m not leaving you alone like everyone else does. I’m not everybody else Max. I’m someone who wants to help you. Who will sit and listen to you for hours if that’s what you need. Who will be a shoulder to cry on. I need you to be ok Max.” I almost shout at her, my hands gesturing incoherently around the room as I try to convey my point.

Max’s jaw clenches and unclenches as if trying to decide whether to say something or not. “You would do that for me?” She finally manages to squeeze out.

Her words break my heart. Sitting next to her on the mattress, our thighs touching I grab her hand softly admiring the pale skin. “I would do anything for you Max, do you not get that yet?” I crack a smile and tilt my head innocently trying to get Max to look at me.

Max’s shoulders heave slightly before the dam breaks and tears come flooding down her cheeks. “It’s ok, let it out.” I pull her into my body, her hands scrunching up my hoodie as she clings to me tightly as if afraid I was going to disappear.

“I’m here.” I whisper pressing my lips to her head, hands running through her curls.

“I’m here.”

#wlw post #lesbian #fluff #mikey madison #max fox #max fox x female reader #mikey madison x reader

[twilightttlovee]

 ꪆ୧  — S T A R G I R L . . . 💌

König x fem! Reader

WARNINGS!! : Nsfw (mdni), stinky sweaty König 😔

based off of this song..

sizzle sizzle..pop! You cup your hands around the pile of chopped up carrots infront of you, delicately placing them in your sizzling soup.

Your husband, König, has been out at the gym for the past couple of hours, and you’ve decided to surprise him with one of his favorite foods, chicken noodle soup. (Of course he’d never tell anyone else but you that.)

You measure the spices and pour them in. You measure your last spice, pepper. You focus in close…

SLAM! The door Strucks open, looking down, seeing the spilled pepper all over your countertops. You turn your body around at the door, seeing König, muscles prickling with sweat. He places his bags down, coming up behind you.

“Missed you, Maus…” he mumbles into your neck, wrapping his big arms around you. He slightly jerks his hips into your ass, feeling a hard object strain through the fabric of his pants. “Holy shit? How much stuff do you have in your pockets, kö…” you joke

“These pants don’t have pockets..” He huffs

Your eyes widen, turning around to face him, raising his mask as he grasps your hips, placing you on an empty counter. You latch your mouth onto him as he discards your pants, staring at your panties, already soaked.

“So nass für mich, hm?” he smirks into your lips, you nod, understanding little of what he said.

He slowly removes your panties, rubbing his middle finger in your folds. “Oh mein verdammter Gott, Süße” He moans, shoving his gym shorts and boxers down, aligning himself in your hole before shoving in, barely giving you time to adjust before bucking his hips into you like an animal. He groans, throwing his head back as he lightly grabs your neck, grounding himself. Your wrap your legs around his hips, back arching as you let out high pitched moans, only leading König on to go deeper and harder. He bends his head down to you, whispering…

“Ich werde dich in ein anderes Universum ficken, Stargirl….“

“are their any other characters you guys would like me to write for ‘stargirl??’ Lemme know!” | @acqu7inted 2023

#Spotify #könig smut #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig mw2 #konig x reader #cod mw2 #call of duty #könig #the weeknd #lana del rey #stargirl #twilightttlovee

[call-memissbrightside]

Scared

Part One | Part Two

TW: Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts and actions, trauma

“You should be ashamed of yourself.”

A woman's voice caught your attention, making you look away from the aisle of noodles you were looking through. A middle-aged woman, maybe a little older than thirty, was standing close to you. Her vile expression made you cower.

“Excuse me?” You didn’t know the lady, and you weren’t sure if she was upset because you grabbed the last box of gluten free spaghetti noodles. You scanned the otherwise empty aisle, confused, before looking back at her still glaring at you.

“It makes me sick when kids like you show off your self harm like that, like you want the attention or something.” She shakes her head in disapproval.

Your stomach dropped, and followed her gaze to your exposed wrists. Today was the first day you decided to wear a short sleeve shirt, it had been weeks since the bandages had come off but you were finally comfortable with the scarring that was left behind after your suicide attempt. But now-

"Seriously, you are being a bad influence on others. Just because you suffered doesn't mean you need to show off!" The woman's words were making you tear up, and like you were being physically attacked, you wanted to retreat.

"Hey lady, why don't you fuck off," Katsuki Bakugou's voice startled both you and the woman, and you sighed in relief at the sight of the blonde.

He had a basket full of groceries in his hand, wearing a pair of sweats and a t-shirt but Bakugou was just as menacing in civilian clothing as he was in his hero uniform.

"Ya know, you blabbering your hate can cause someone to feel like shit," Katsuki moved closer to you, but his red eyes were trained on the rude woman.

"Do you want to be the reason why someone kills themselves?" He asked, tilting his head.

The woman is flustered, and begins moving away. "N-no Dynamight sir, there's been a misunderstanding!"

Katsuki scoffed, his glare still in place. "I heard you bitch, now why don't you fuck off!"

The lady didn't stick around the argue, dissapearing just as quickly as she appeared. You stood there dumbfounded, still holding the box of pasta in your hands.

"What a bitch" Bakugou said, scoffing before looking back at you.

He took in how frazzled you looked, and could immediately tell what the woman told you really hurt your feelings. Seeing you hurt like that made his chest tighten and the young hero wishes he would've spotted you sooner, to be able to save you quicker.

Wiping at your eyes quickly, you wave off his concern.

"Thanks," You took a deep breath before continuing when you felt a rush of tears, "-for sticking up for me. That was nice of you."

Now that the presence of danger was gone, Katsuki felt awkward just standing there like a loser.

"I wasn't following you or anything," He mumbled. You caught how he was looking away from you, rubbing the back of his neck.

"I just needed to get some pasta for dinner," Bakugou pointed to the shelf behind you.

"Right!" You moved aside so that Bakugou could make his selection, remembering how he was picky about where he got his groceries at. You felt a bit embarrassed that you wound up at the same store as him.

"How's Denki?" You asked to fill in the silence, watching as his eyes scanned over the boxes. He had a slight stubble growing on his face, and his hair looked like Katsuki forgot to brush it. Seeing him so close and so relaxed made you flustered.

"Fucking annoying as shit." That makes you laugh, and hearing your high pitched laughter made Katsuki crack a smile.

"We have a deal though, I cook dinner and I don't have to pay rent," He said, peeking at your expression through the corner of his eye. Your smile was wiped from your face, and the basket in your hold jerked as you tightened your hold on it. Dumbass, why did you say that? He thinks, griminacing.

You feel that it's time for you to leave, and you open your mouth to spit out a lame goodbye when Bakugou beats you to it.

"Hey, will you help me find a good dessert option? Denki is pretty picky," Katsuki said, lying straight out of his ass because his friend would eat anything. You knew that, but any reason to stick around was good enough for you to crack a smile and agree.

"I like your shirt," Bakugou said as the two of you browse the bakery section. He isn't looking at you when he said that, meticulously reading through the ingredient list of a cherry pie.

You glance down at your plain white shirt and cock an eyebrow, "Thanks?"

"Don't listen to what that old hag told you, you're braver than you think," He whispers, holding out the pie for you to take.

His words cause you to blink back tears, and you look down at the pie in your hands so that he won't see how his words impacted you. Katsuki notices anyways, because he knows you.

You're shocked when Katsuki pulls you in for a brief hug, but he couldn't help not console you after that shitty experience.

Both of you walk together to the register to pay, chatting about mostly nothing of significant, but it felt nice to just speak to one another like old friends.

Bakugou waited for you to finish paying before taking your groceries to your car.

"You don't need to do that," You try to argue but Bakugou wouldn't listen to you as he loaded up your car.

"I'm glad you're taking care of yourself," He said when he faced you again.

Katsuki's words made you feel happy, and you noticed how the sunset matched his hair, and how the sun peeking out from the clouds shined just as bright as his eyes.

"Thank you Katsuki," You said.

He gives you a small smile, and a three finger salute before walking with his groceries to his car.

You watch him as he walks away, and the cracks in your heart spread as you choke on a sob but you hold it in until you're in your own car.

Pressing the palms of your hands against your closed eyes, your tears feel hot as you let them fall. Your chest concaves as it struggles to breath, and you hiccup for a intake of air.

The lack of oxygen reminds you of the truth: Katsuki and you were broken up.

_

It was a mutual decision.

The discussion of marriage caused a rift between the two of you, and it felt like old times again, when Bakugou and you would fight without really listening to one another.

You felt like you were to blame for the end of the greatest relationship you've ever had, if only you hadn't let your stupid problems get in the way. You ruined everything and now you have to pay the price.

"Get out of your head." Bakugou is familiar with that look of frusteration on your face.

He was packing a bag of his stuff, mumbling about how he'd crash with Denki to give you space but just the idea of sitting alone in an apartment he paid for makes your skin crawl.

"You don't have to leave, I can visit my parents-" Katsuki scoffs at the idea.

"What? Just to give them more reason to hate me?"

"They don't hate you Kats," You reply, but when Katsuki catches your eye, he knows your lying.

An emergency call to the couple therapist helped you and Bakugou correctly share your ideas about marriage. Katsuki's argument was that he sees the two of you together for the long run so why not just get hitched now. You agreed with him on seeing the relationship continuing for a lifetime, but the idea of marriage now, after everything that happened seemed a bit rushed.

Stubborn in his way, Bakugou bite back his tongue as you tried explaining your reasoning but not really listening.

"I love you, and you love me. Why can't that be enough?" He said it so confidently that you broke down sobbing.

"I don't know why," You cry, because you're emotions are conflicted and it's leaving you a mess.

"I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me, why I can't just be happy with you and let myself be carried away." What little progress you made during your recovery seemed to be lost as your head filled with anxious, hateful thoughts about yourself.

Sensing your unraveling, Bakugou backed off on the topic of marriage. He doesn't want to push you, he doesn't want to hurt you more so he steps back and suggests time apart.

It's not an easy decision, in fact leaving you scares the shit out of him and he doesn't know what 'giving each other space' really means.

Days drag on without so much as a text from one to the other, and slowly time apart doesn't hurt as much anymore.

You're going to therapy, and returned back to work. There's a huge hole in your chest that Katsuki use to fill up, but now you were remembering who you use to be, who you wanted to be. Yet, you can't sleep in the bedroom you use to share with Katsuki, and you can't even look at the attached bathroom. It felt like a boogey man was waiting for you in there, where you decided that a razor would take all the pain away. It was better if you just slept on the couch, missing Katsuki but far enough away that the dark thoughts couldn't touch you.

The breakup wasn't easy on Katsuki. Crashing on Denki's couch wasn't where he imagined himself to be at the age of 25. He felt rejected, like he wasn't good enough for you to want to marry him.

His father was the one to help change his view.

"Katsuki, do you remember when you were kidnapped?"

The question and the memory puts him in a sour mood, but Masaru quickly continues his line of thought before his son could blow up.

"You were so scared, and even if you put on that tough guy act, you weren't okay for a long time," Masaru reaches to hold his son's hand that was laid on the kitchen table, the tea he made for them forgotten.

Katsuki grinded his teeth, but listened silently.

Masaru swallowed the ball of emotion that formed in his throat, sniffling, "We were so worried about you, your mother and I, but you kept pushing to put what happened to you in the past."

"Wait so you think I'm pushing (Y/N)?" Katsuki became defensive.

Marasu shook his head, reaching to push back the same blonde hair his son inherited from his wife away from Katsuki's forehead.

"I think you're scared Katsuki, and you're trying to bury what happened, but son you can't do that for (Y/N)," His father explained.

"She needs time to process what happened, what she did and why she did it. Marriage is a huge commitment, and I think you suggested it because you hope that a happy moment like a wedding would cover up the fact that (Y/N) tried to commit suicide," Masaru said.

Katsuki let himself cry in front of his father, and Masaru hugged his son as he let out all his fear, like Katsuki was little boy again that was scared of a monster under his bed. Only, how Masaru wished the tears his only son wept were still over make-believed things.

-

The day you decided to go into the bathroom where you tried to kill yourself was actually a good day. You were getting a promotion soon, your friends had invited you out for the weekend. It had been weeks since you ran into Katsuki at the grocery store, but news coverage showed how he was maintaining his second place in the hero ranks and you were proud of him.

You needed tampons because your period was coming soon, and you knew in the bathroom there was a new box of them. The only issue was that you hadn't stepped foot in the bathroom since that night, the night you tried to end it all.

"This is stupid, it's just a fucking bathroom," You mumble to yourself as you stand in front of the closed door, but your hand shakes as you turn the knob.

You weren't sure what you were expecting. It looked the same as before, black towels hanging from the rack, your jewelry and Katsuki's toothbrush left abandoned on the sink counter.

The spot you remember laying in as you bled out was cleaned up, not a spec of red on the white flooring. You imagine Katsuki having to come back from the hospital to clean up your blood, the thought makes your stomach twist.

Releasing a breath you didn't realize you were holding, you want to laugh at yourself for being so dramatic. Crouching to look through the sink cabinet, you see a piece of paper sticking out from underneath.

Curious, you pull it out and you feel all the blood drain for your face when you read the words scribbled on it: I'm sorry I smothered you.

Tears blur your vision, and you fall to your knees and clench your suicide note to your chest.

You don't know if Katsuki ever read it, you believe he didn't because he never brought it up and would have thrown it away if he did.

Reading those words you wrote as your last testimate did something to you, like opening Pandora's box where all the bad and dark thoughts that plagued your fragile mind made their way back in. You felt like you were suffocating, but now you were completely alone.

You pushed everyone away, the dark thoughts taunt.

Katsuki is doing absolutely fine without you, he doesn't need you. You can't stop crying, and you hate how your eyes found a pair of scissors laying on the sink counter, temptation making you shake. Your healed scars feel like they're burning from the inside, something wanting to be let out.

Finish what you started...

The ringing of the doorbell makes your jump, the black cloud that was hanging over you evaporating. Running out of the bathroom like a bat from hell, you run downstairs and open the front door without taking the time to see who it was.

"(Y/N)!" Mitsuki Bakugou doesn't wait for you to invite her inside, the woman barged into your home with a bag of groceries. You wipe your face with your sleeve, but she doesn't notice that you're crying, already onto the next thing.

"Have you seen the news? Katsuki is fighting a big son-of-a-bitch!" Her voice can be heard from the kitchen. Her husband, Masaru Bakugou smiles shipishly at you while he trails behind his wife and leaving you to close the door in confusion.

It's when Mitsuki turns the news on that it clicks in your head why they're here. On the screen is a live action shot of Bakugou and other pro-heros fighting the latest big-villian, with reporters giving a play by play of what's going on. It's become a rather unusual tradition you had with Katsuki's parents, they'd come over whenever a fight was broadcasted and cook dinner to help ease your fear of your boyfriend getting hurt.

"We'll make homemade ramen, does that sound alright?" Masaru asked you as his wife zones in on the TV.

You're not sure if Katsuki told his parents about how you're not together at the moment, and you're too shy to do so yourself so you just nod and help with preparing the food. You feel frazzled, having just been sobbing a minute prior and now eerily calm.

"How are you dear?" Mitsuki questions as you help her chop up ingredients. She's always intimidated you, with her loudness and steady attention, the same traits that Katsuki seemed to have inherited.

The Bakugou's know about your suicide attempt and have made it clear that no matter what happens between you and their son, they will always be there for you. The sentiment made you feel warm on the inside.

"I'm actually doing a lot better," You answer, half a truth and half a lie. You don't have the heart to tell them that you were close to relapsing moments before they showed up. Masaru and Mitsuki's eyes meet and they both smile.

"My son isn't causing you any headaches, is he?" Mitsuki is only teasing but your heart breaks because truthfully, you were the one causing all the troubles. You open your mouth to express your faults when Mitsuki screams in excitement.

"He won!" You're startled when Mitsuki pulls you and Masaru into a group hug, but nonetheless you can't help but also feel her excitement when the breaking news headline reads: DYNAMIGHT DEFEATS VILLAIN, VICTORY FOR HEROES!

You never doubt that Katsuki isn't capable of dishing out justice to those that cross his path, but like his mother, deep down there will always be a seed of worry. Yet, knowing he's okay, that he made it out fine and no one was badly hurt helped settle your nerves.

While the Bakugou's prepare the table, you slip away for a moment to text Katsuki for the first time since he left: Your parents are here.

Katsuki was just walking out of his agency when his phone rang, and reading your words made his stomach drop. Katsuki was conflicted, he told his mother to give you space but it seems the old hag went against his wishes.

Katsuki is apprehensive when he reaches the front door to the house, not knowing if he should knock or use his key. He hadn't come over since he left. Katsuki was worried you were mad at him, for his parents bombarding you when he promised to give you space. He has the idea to just text you, when the front door opens and there you were.

He's taken aback by how big you're smiling, a sight he hasn't been blessed with in such a long time.

"What are you doing out here weirdo?" You tease him, and Katsuki feels the tension leave his body.

"I-uh didn't know if I should come in," He begins to explain, but you pull on his arm and drag him inside.

"Don't be stupid Katsuki, this is your home," You tell him, squeezing his hand.

His parents greet him in the dining room, and he barely has time to set down his duffle bag before his mother is smothering him with a hug.

"Oh Katsuki, you had us worried there for a moment!" Mitsuki jokes, and the usual scowl on Katsuki's face returns.

"Shut it, you hag!" Masaru and you laugh at the mother-son antics, the yelling only ceasing when it was time to eat. It feels like old times, sitting at the dinner table with Katsuki telling what the fight was like with everyone soaking up every word he says.

The Bakugou's joke and tell funny stories about Katsuki, making him embarrassed but seeing you laugh and go along with their teasing makes it worth it. It's late when his parents decide to head home, and Katsuki nearly needs to slam the door in his mother's face to get her to finally leave the two of you alone.

He finds you in the kitchen cleaning up.

"You can just leave those," Katsuki argues, but you shake your head. "I don't mind."

Katsuki moves to help you, taking on the role of drying without a word but you notice how tired he seemed. "You don't need to help Katsuki." He looks at your face, red from all the laughter you spilled over dinner. "I don't mind."

Katsuki gets ready to head out for the night, groaning softly at the soreness spreading throughout his body after a day of saving the world. You notice his stiff movements, and check how late it was.

"Katsuki, you can stay the night," You said, anxious about being all alone again. Being with him for dinner brought such comfort to your broken heart, and even if you knew him staying didn't mean anything serious, you wanted him to stay.

Bakugou was glad you extended the invitation to spend the night, he was beyond exhausted to drive but he didn't want to push you.

He puts down his duffle bag, and gives you a genuine smile to show how grateful he is for your hospitality.

He's too handsome, you think because when Katsuki is looking at you like that, all soft and sleepy, it makes your fragile heart skip a beat.

"Sure, I'll stay," Katsuki said, and you imagine in another lifetime, he means forever and not just for the night.

If only you hadn't fucked everything up.

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A/N: I'm sorry this took so long to get out, but I'm glad I was able to get this out. Every chapter of this series is emotionally draining for me, and if I want to make a fourth piece it might be the last. I enjoy all your messages of encouragement, and I know this topic is heavy and I'm just happy that people are appreciating my writing. Thank you.

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SIMP

Keisuke “I’m not a SIMP” Baji

This man swears he’s not a simp but sports the biggest fucking heart eyes whenever you’re around.

It had been a long fucking day,  it really had been. All Keisuke wanted to do was go home, shower, eat the leftovers of the food his mom had stocked the fridge with and probably smoke some weed. Usually he’d indulge in you but you’d already made plans with your girls for a much needed GNO and as much as he’d rather you not be in the club with your fast ass little friends, he yielded. You were your own person and he trusted you.

He bypasses Kazutora and Rindou in the living room on his way to his room. Once inside he’s heading straight for the bathroom, not paying attention to his surroundings, he didn’t have too. Tora and Fuyu knew better than to enter his space without permission or so he thought.

After his shower, Kei’s heading straight for the kitchen. Sweatpants sitting low on his hips and a towel draped around his neck as he dried his air. He’s pulling the refrigerator door open and bending to look for his food inside, only to come up empty handed. He takes a deep breath, closes the door and counts to ten before opening it again because clearly he’d gone blind.

He knew he had hidden it away, even went as far as to label it just in case they had found it but once again he comes up empty handed.

Breathe Keisuke, don’t cuss anybody, just breathe.

Once again he closes the refrigerator door and turns in the direction of the cupboards. If he couldn’t have his mom’s food then his go to peyoung yakisoba and his stash of snacks would have to do ‘ cause he simply wasn’t in the mood to cook or wait for delivery service. Pulling open the cupboard doors, he’s greeted by empty shelves and he’s immediately slamming the doors shut. both hands coming to rest on the countertop before him, gripping the edges.

He could let the food issue go but his fucking snacks was a definite fucking no. Kei’s storming out of the kitchen and into the living room to give Kazutora a piece of his mind when he spots a figure he completely missed going in on his yakisoba and two bags of snacks.

“How many fuckin’ times do I gotta tell ya ass that you don’t live here Akashi? Stop fuckin’ eating my shit you pennywise looking’ fucker.”

Sanzu looks up with a mouthful of noodles and smirks before shoveling some more into his mouth.

The fucking disrespect.

Keisuke’s cussin’ up a storm, Kazutora sitting in his seat shaking his head. He had told Sanzu on numerous occasions not to touch Baji’s shit but the fucker just had to do it. Rindou, on the other hand, is high as a fucking kite and laughing at the current situation. Kei is close to launching his slippers at Sanzu when arms wrap around his waist from behind.

“Why’re you guys being so loud? You woke me up.” Kei’s looking down at the hands on his body, you said that you were going out with your girls.

“Nena?”

“hmmm? why’re you yelling at Sanzu?”

“I thought you were going out?”

“They ditched me for dick as soon as we got there so I dipped, don’t try to change the subject, Keisuke. Why you yelling at people like you have no decorum?”

In the corner, Tora and Rin snicker at the way the fire in Baji’s eyes literally simmer down as you touch and talk to him. He was so fuckin’ whipped.

“That dumb ass ate my shit. It’s not the first time either, I should start charging you rent and utilities.” he’s fired up once more, ready to beat Sanzu but you’re reprimanding him.

“Kei, I ate your food from the fridge.” You’re mumbling softly once you realize what stuff he’s actually talking about. Honestly, you had meant to order something before he got home but you’d fallen asleep before you could.

“You can eat whatever the hell of mine that you want, him...” he points to Sanzu “doesn’t live here or pay bills but yet still is always touching what doesn’t belong to him.”

“She doesn’t live here either, genius.”

“She, has pretty privilege. You...”

“Keisuke!”

“What?” you almost melt at the pout on his face. Your boyfriend could be a bit possessive with his things and he was working on it, he really was. He did let you have a girl’s night where he didn’t a) fuck you to sleep or b) fuck you and make you so late that there wasn’t any point in showing up. When it came to his food and snacks however, he hadn’t changed. the only exception was you.

“You know he’s sensitive about his scars.” you whisper, moving your hands and lifting your hands to his face,making him look at you.

“Didn’t know you were your girl’s bitch now, Baji.” Sanzu taunts from his corner. One look from you has him shifting in his seat.

“Come cuddle with me, you big cat.” eyes locked on his, you’re rubbing your thumbs across his jaw trying to placate the situation.

“But, bebe--”

“No buts Keisuke, come on.” you state leaving no room for arguments and making your way back down the hall to his room.

Kei huffs out a sigh cutting his eyes at Sanzu before turning his attention to you, now standing in his doorway, slipping his t-shirt from your body.

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Baji Keisuke.”

“Fuckkkk, coming nena.” Kei’s tossing a middle finger to Sanzu and quickly making his way to is bedroom,scooping you up in his arms and kicking his door shut, thankful for automatic locks. He’s dropping you on his bed and looking at you with such heart eyes, you’d be surprised if you weren’t so used to your boyfriend being mean to everyone but you.

Fuck the food, he’d beat Sanzu’s ass later.

Meanwhile, Sanzu’s staring at the text on his screen.

There better be food in the kitchen and his snacks replaced by the time I let him out of this room or I’m telling him that you hoes smoked his weed too.

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