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theerurishipper · 7 months

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Welcome to me watching the Paris special, this time with commentary! I watched the special and wrote down everything here as I watched it and forgot to post it cause I'm a dumbass. Also, this is long asf, in fact, it's so long that I had to make a Part 2.

Okay here goes!

Ah, the Gabriel version of the theme. This really took me by surprise. It's fire tho.

Straight into the action, I like it.

Max and Markov aren't different people in this?

That's some entrance from Shady and Claw, really ups the stakes. Makes you wonder why Nino tried to fight them with a nerf gun.

Ubiquity is so pretty.

I might be the only one who liked the Gabe scene we got.

Feeling some nostalgia for the candy cane cosplay ngl.

And we get a good scene with Adrien and Plagg. I liked the advice Plagg gave about how not all destruction is bad. Neat.

Some Alya and Marinette. Marinette is going through some tough times and is in need of support, and Tikki takes this opportunity to escape from her and steal macaroons. No hate tho, you do you Tikki.

Though she does react to the people of Paris cheering for Ladybug. That was sweet.

Alya turns into Ubiquity, and then we get... Betterfly.

Betterfly? Seriously? Coulda just gone with Hesperia.

"I'm not sure there's anything to hope for from Ladybug." My poor baby!

Love the look of absolute confusion on Alya's face.

Hesperia's confusion about his evil counterpart is really funny ngl.

SHADYBUG

"There, you can have your boyfriend back~" love the delivery on that line lmao.

But also, CLAW NOIR

Not her just stealing his belt immediately.

Marinette hates Adrien Agreste. This truly is the reverse world.

But also, I love Claw Noir pretending to be his own fan to impress Shadybug.

Claw Noir sure does love using that Cataclysm.

For someone who just woke up to see her friend gone and a hole in the wall, Alya collected herself pretty damn quick. I would be freaking the fuck out in her position. Just another reason she's the best.

RIP Alya's phone. Gabe really did a number on you.

Shadybug makes a butterfly tracker, proving that she ain't no Gabe.

Hesperia is befuddled by our world, Part 2.

It's always gotta be the Eiffel Tower, doesn't it.

Claw Noir's pulling a Chat Blanc?? Hello??

Hesperia (I'm not gonna call him Betterfly) is apparently a gentleman. It's almost disturbing after 5 seasons of Gabe being the worst piece of shit to grace our screens.

I guess no matter the universe and moral alignment, it's Gabriel's fate to get beaten up by teenagers.

Not Tikki loredumping about parallel universes right now lmao

Times like this remind me that Tikki is, for all intents and purposes, a god.

"You'd die before I could ever explain all this to you," is actually a pretty valid (and disturbingly hilarious) justification for not having bothered to bring any of this up before.

The Supreme is someone I'd like to learn more about. I've narrowed the suspects down to either Fu or Su-Han. Watch it be Lila instead if we ever get that info.

I feel like the info about the timers is something we should have gotten way, way earlier. Like, a few seasons ago.

Ladybug's triumphant entrance!

"Whatever, pest." Queen.

I love Claw Noir's staff.

Shadybug took no prisoners at all.

CHAT NOIR

Destruction vibes, and right after that incident too.

Claw Noir is unhinged.

Claw Noir just fucking cataclysmed himself??? Guess Adrien is always gonna be self-destructive in every universe huh?

Welp, looks like Chat Noir is officially re-traumatized.

I want y'all to remember that this boy went through the whole special with a cataclysm wound on his person and did not falter once. Mad respect.

Chat Noir got tossed. Chat Blanc call back number 2.

Obsessed with the way Bryce Papenbrook pronounces "cockroach."

Finally, a villain who actually gets rid of the Lucky Charm. Hawkie, take notes.

"Who the cat are you?"

So Shadybug can create whatever Lucky Charm she wants, huh?

Someone's been listening to the fandom.

Not the time freezing lmfao

I don't like that Gabe is turning Adrien into an angel, even if this is a good version. Anyway, Chat Blanc call back 3.

"Kitty catty" "Later loser!" I love her.

Of course, not all bugs can fly.

He moved out of the way.

I fucking love Claw Noir so much you guys, he's so funny.

Well, he tried. Shadybug's just better than him ig.

Hesperia stores his butterfly in his cane. So it's just our Gabe that tries to keep multiple butterflies, I guess.

I think they should kiss.

So they're doing this in hopes that The Supreme spares them? Interesting, and pretty sad.

They're so scared of the Akuma lmfao

If I was Alya, I'd have given myself away by now. Actually, I wouldn't have had the presence of mind to even hide.

Guess the counterparts are from some dystopian world ruled by The Supreme. It tracks with the look we got at it in the opening.

"In order to get something I wanted." We saw the Peacock Miraculous in the opening too, and also Emilie died. So I guess Adrien is a Sentimonster in the other reality too. Damn it.

I guess this Gabe realized his mistake instead of descending into madness like ours.

She just broke Marinette's box like it was nothing. So much for that.

Claw Noir lounges around playing with dolls and mocks Shadybug for being lazy while she does all the work and he lazes around. Have I mentioned yet that I love him?

Also I am glad they stayed true to Adrien's character and had him play with dolls.

The whole part about Chat Noir... be still my Ladynoir heart.

Love how they incorporated the webisodes into this. About time those had relevance.

Shadybug really "hates" Claw Noir.

Marinette's having doubts, my poor baby girl.

Shadybug and Claw Noir have power, but not their strength. That's a really good line.

She's reading the diary and crying... baby.

This is such a touching scene. I don't say that lightly, but it really is.

SHE FOUND THE WISH

Marinette really wrote down every single world ending secret in this one poorly protected diary huh.

She literally took him down in 2 seconds. Bruh.

IDENTITY REVEAL! THIS IS NOT A DRILL, I REPEAT, THIS IS NOT A DRILL

Shadybug managed to achieve in 2 seconds what Marinette and Adrien have not achieved after 5 seasons of Love Square drama which I admittedly enjoy but that's not the point.

Those strange... marks? Cracks? Scars?

Blots off... I'm dying y'all.

Reverse Love Square? Hello??? HELLO???

She literally just beat his ass, tied him up and took his Miraculous and this is his reaction once he realizes who she is.

He's down so bad.

They should have played Careless Whisper here.

CUTIE PIE, MY SON

The Supreme is such a fucking asshole, he gagged the Kwamis.

Emonette wants our Marinette's life? She doesn't know the half of what she's getting into.

The Supreme got to the wish somehow? What the fuck?

"Reality is The Supreme." I don't know who this guy is, but he is DELULU.

This shot... masterfully done. My poor baby girl.

These kids are not okay. My poor sweet babies.

Daggers out. Seriously, stop it, you two.

He's trying to comfort her. They're just... I'm in pain. I'm so sad for them y'all.

Gabe in his prototype Monarch outfit.

Good thing (for him at least) he had the Ox, or else this would be his second cataclysm of the day.

Ladybug and Chat Noir are back in action, baby.

I'm sorry, I would not be able to say Betterfly unironically without bursting into laughter.

AFTER 5 SEASONS, WE FINALLY GET TO SEE CHAT NOIR'S NIGHT VISION AGAIN

Not that they needed it lmao

Alya coming in clutch with the recording. Queen.

LADYNOIR LADYNOIR LADYNOIR

It's so so so nice to see Ladynoir on screen again after Season 5 killed it.

Hit the word limit, so continued here.

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just-a-sleepy-idiot · 1 year

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Spn Gabriel Headcanons: Being your Archangel

Written for @thewitcheress2389 for giving me the coolest Birthday gift!! (on a different post now cause on mobile ppl couldn’t even see the title before because of ask post ratio)

He thought he was duty free ever since he fled heaven but oh no sir, thats about to change when he meets you

You’re the youngest sister of Dean and Sam and when he first heard of your existence he was both intrigued and cautious, cause on one hand that means another Winchester to play with and on the other that could be an indication of even more destiny crap

What he didn’t expect was that said Destiny was tied to him cause when he laid eyes on you he felt that strange heavy feeling in his chest that remind him of the divine forces up when he was in heaven

He tries to stay far far away from you at first, but that seems to make it worse, up to a moment were he felt terribly alerted and appeared just in time to save your life. Thats when he knows- he’s your Guardian Angel

He hates it. Why the fuck does it have to be him huh? And a Winchester too? He is about to send some hate mail via prayer to God when you timidly thank him, still unsure who or what he is since your brothers refrained from talking to him

He pauses and presses his lips together, but eventually that signature smirk is there again and he fully turns towards you „I don’t think we‘ve been introduced yet, might be cause your brothers have an extensive history of being party poopers.“ You laugh in surprise and take his hand to shake

Your brothers are r a g i n g when he tries to explain the situation to him cause he gotta, now that he’s gonna be with you for a while but your defense of him snaps them out of it and rather causes confusion- why do you trust this guy? You can’t explain it in a way that differs from the bond he described

He signs off and expects to appear when needed, what he didn’t expect was for you to call him down to.. chat

Gabriel will make innuendos and cheeky remarks just cause he doesn’t know how to handle this.. genuine way of affection

You will ask him about himself, not about all the heaven stuff but actually about him as a person, not as a soldier from god. He will quietly smirk and eye you for a moment before answering honestly

You‘ll take note of his love for sweets and call him down surprisingly to share them with him

„Gabriel“ „..Yes? Y/n?“ He‘ll rise his brows in amusement and you sternly present him a cookie, „This is delicious. Absolutely fantastic. Here.“ You offer him half of it and make space on the couch for him

He‘ll laugh and sit next to you to eat it, both of you making faces and sounds because of how delicious it is. He shakes his head as he glances over to you for a moment. You just thought of him because of a cookie? You’re a curious one. He likes that

You‘ll end up having inside jokes and develop a secret handshake just to annoy your brothers. He never thought that a Winchester could be fun like this

He gets very, very mad whenever something happens to you but honestly he‘ll be more angry at himself for not being there soon enough. Gabriel will easily snap at anyone in this state, not leaving your side until you’re fully ok again even if it’s just a broken leg in the end. Then he‘ll sit opposite you and put your leg on his lap

He doesn’t even notice how he develops a habit of playing with your hair, leaning his legs into yours when you’re sitting next to each other and how he‘ll pick you up to spin you around or just throw you over his shoulder randomly when he’s in a goofy mood

He‘ll give you nicknames to annoy you but when he ends up using them they always kinda sound cute. You give him joking nicknames too to see his reaction, like Agent G or Senior Snickers but he‘ll start referring to himself that too at some point

Some nights you can’t fall asleep because of the things you‘ve seen as a hunter. In those nights he will show you his favorite crappy Cartoons and joke so much until you wake up your brothers with laughter

On some days, especially when he’s seen one of his brothers, he‘ll just appear and want to sot next to you. He will try to appear normal but you know immediately if somethings off so you tell the guys to go hunting without you this time and stay back to spend time with him

ALSO he will listen in if you sing in the shower and be cheeky about it later but his mockery somehow turns into a Karaoke contest when you bet who sings better. Castiel will sing too but he will rather just.. read the text rather than sing and you‘ll two be his background singers

Please comment you guys, I get my motivation to write from your feedback!!

#gabriel x reader #supernatural gabriel x reader #spn gabriel x reader #spn gabriel

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the-anime-man · 9 months

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What if Sig got to the Tome of Sealing first? AKA Tomo AU

hi again tumblr, please dont expect a whole lot from this blog, once again, but, i wanted to post like a little basic thing about this au i've had since 2021 now that i'm back into puyo again,

this is an au that Heavily relies on bits of fanon and headcanon to make it work cuz canon is puyo puyo is very fucking wishy washy but essentially, what if sig had checked out the tome of sealing from the library before klug was able to? (sorry if this is a bit scatterbrained, im not good at organizing my thoughts much,,)

(also please dont mind some of the art, im like an ok artist at best and some of this shit is from 2 years ago as well)

so like, as the absolute fucking nerd i am, i made like an initial google doc on this thing outlining most of the shit im about to summarize here (that i might link if someone asks at some point i guess idk) as well as a fanfic, didnt finish that though, i got like through barely a chapter before i stopped and then i got into sam and max but that's unrelated to now

ANYWAYS, the au is as it sounds, sig goes to precise museum and, guided by the voice of the crimson soul, finds the tome of sealing and checks it out (much to akuma's chargin,,) and then he checks out the book again,,, and again,,,, and a gain,,,, (you see where this is going)

but uh, why is it called tomo au? see im being a little shitter here and i thought maybe the crimson soul's memory would be a little shot after spending ages in a book so they might not remember their name and sig is like "you're my friend now so i'm gonna call you friend/tomodachi" but then he's like "that's too long i'm gonna call you tomo instead" so they just go along with it, for future reference, anytime i mention the crimson soul i'm gonna be calling it Tomo

wow that's really fucking big sorry,

sig has an immense attachment to tomo from the get go btw, he's like, i wanna say like 8 or so when he first gets to the book, so besides the obvious literal halvsies soul connection there's that childhood connection as well,

side note: they can speak to each other cuz of that soul connection btw, it's my personal headcanon that after slug (canon strange klug/the crimson soul) can speak to anybody who they've possessed before as well as their other half, so in canon klug and sig can hear the book talk but in this au only sig can hear them

also, the reason why tomo doesn't attempt to take over sig right from the outset is A) they dunno where the unsealing objects are and B) sig is a child and uh, another part that i'm still trying to work the kinks through of is whether tomo decides to hold off on doing the fusion dance of their own volition or if because the cyan soul (which can speak to tomo, but only when sig is asleep cuz when sig is awake the cyan soul IS sig, nother headcanon sorry) decides it's too soon, they probably have memories of previous incarnations stored in there and know that eventually sig will start showing more demonic traits but not when he's baby

wow this is getting to be a lot but we're not even done cuz now i gotta talk about what this means about shit like fever 2 and such (y'know canon things and all)

boy tumblr just hates making images smaller nowadays huh,

so when sig starts showing signs of his heritage (i.e., a bit before fever 2 happens) tomo and sig start to hatch a plan to get tomo a body back! of course, tomo is omitting some things about how they're actually going to go into sig's body cuz at this point they've been together for a few years now and sig trusts tomo as like, a best friend i guess? something like that,

so sig is under the impression tomo is gonna be released and get their old body back and tomo is under the impression that as soon as the seal releases they'll enter sig's body, join back up with the cyan soul, and return to their original form,

so sig transfers over to amitie and klug's class, (tomo) overhears that lemres is coming into town with the items they need, and they steal the shit and head to the ruins to perform the unsealing

SPOILERS! shit goes wrong

ignore how shitty the ms paint art from a couple of years ago is, might change the hair to be more red in future art

for reasons (that i also need to workshop because to be honest originally it was a "whoever unseals it gets their soul swapped with whoever is trapped in the book" but like??? idk if that's how it should work when it comes to these two specifically), sig and tomo swap places instead of a fusion happening,

sucks balls for both of them cuz this is like the Last thing either of them wanted out of this tbh, sig obviously because well, trust got broken and ended up trapped til the artifacts are stolen (klug either swaps roles with amitie or sig, haven't figured that one out yet either) and tomo most certainly doesn't want sig trapped, as they wouldn't want anyone to experience the loneliness of being sealed away like they were (except klug, fuck klug specifically) (also the chronicles drama cd mentions that part of tomo's character in it so it works for my purposes)

this image wasn't necessarily specific to tomo au but i thought it would fit anyways, sorry it's a bit blurry my phone wouldnt focus on the damn thing properly

and after fever 2,,, i kind of dont have as clear of a story? or a plan? there's some tension between sig and tomo for at least a little while but sig eventually forgives them, as well i don't know how i would tackle something like sig's secret if at all?? but yeah that's the main shit to this au, sorry it's all so very long! this has been on my mind for a few weeks now and it was on my mind for months back in 2021, so i just have a lot i'm throwing out here into the wind, if you got this far: thanks so much for reading!

here's some bonus shit for getting to the end of the main shit:

tomo calls sig "little blue" sometimes, since he's yknow, younger than them and blue but calls the cyan soul their "other half"

if you couldn't tell from the first image, since sig has his bookbag, he carries tomo around in that, but if he's stopped somewhere he'll leave the book open next to him so tomo can see around (hard to see with the covers in the way)

sig was already probably ostricized for yknow, his autistic tendencies, the book did not help with that, but it gave him a trusted confidant :)

sig actually starts developing his demonic traits earlier than in canon due to his proximity to tomo, but not by much

klug has stolen the book before, both demon halves were not pleased with this and klug has not attempted to steal the book again

sig can supplement his own magic power with tomo's for an incredibly large boost, and tomo doesn't mind doing so, this gives sig almost the exact same amount of power as the full demon used to have and also changes his right eye to red

OH, both relevant to this au and my own interpretation: the full demon's name was wisteria, but neither sig nor tomo remember it until either are reminded of that

ok that's it go home now bye bye

#sig puyo puyo #strange klug #puyo puyo #puyo puyo au #long post #under the cut i mean #tomo au #Get me an art tag the thrilling saga #WAIT YOU CAN EDIT TAGS ON TUMBLR NOW WHEN WAS THIS A THING #tldr i have a lot of thoughts about this dumbass au i've made enjoy my scattered ramblings 👍

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what-do-1000-swords-look-like · 1 year

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The anti reactions from yesterday have me just shaking my head. I am by no means a professed stan of Jensen. I'm a fan of his works and I've followed his career, I appreciate his interactions with the public (like cons) as well as his public persona, but I don't worship the ground the guy walks on. He's a human being who I enjoy watching on my screen from time to time in different roles or displaying said public persona. That's it. I support him, but I don't stan him blindly, if that makes sense. Not him or any other celebrity.

That being said, I found the anti/critical reactions to something Jensen allegedly said that had been tweeted out from the Dallas Con to be very interesting and highly entertaining in some cases, especially with one particular anti blog that consistently claims to love this man and want the best for him while psychoanalyzing him and hating (and blaming everything that Jensen does/says that disappoints them) on his wife with the maturity level of a fourth grader. To put it bluntly, antis showed their asses yesterday and it is pure confirmation of what I and so many on here have been saying for quite some time now in regards to these posts/blogs.

Yesterday:

Tweet from the Gold Panel: "Jensen: 'he and I don't take on projects for the impact, we're serious about what we do.'"

Me: 'huh, you know, that wording seems a bit... Eh, you know what, knowing Jensen and how this fandom works anytime he dares to breathe, I'm going to wait to see the panel myself tomorrow and get the context of the question and his answer. If anything, he just misspoke, but I highly doubt he meant it in a bad way. Knowing him, he absolutely cares about the impact it has had on so many people and he might have thought the asker meant something else. Still, I'mma wait and see for myself.'

Antis:

and one particular blog (the one that claims to love him be in love with him):

'Jensen, you're no true actor and I would know since I'm an expert on acting! How dare you! You've hurt me so deeply!'

Today:

I watched the Gold Panel. Question was did the guys think about how massive the impact SPN would be in reference to their careers aka people knowing who they are, people following them, etc. Basically, did they know what it would become, something Jensen clarifies with the fan before answering. Jensen's actual response:

"Yeah, I don't, I mean, I guess to kind of quickly break it down, I don't think he and I go into any of these, uh, jobs or roles or stories thinking about the impact it's going to have externally. I think we go into it as...you know, they hire us to come in and do a job and...and he and I both, uh, we both take that job seriously even though it may not look like it all the time. But we also have a lot of fun doing the job because we truly enjoy doing what we do. That being said, we're not thinking 'oh let's do this because I want the effect that's going to have on a greater scale'. We're just doing our job. And hopefully, it resonates to people. Hopefully, somebody out there is entertained. And if that's the case, then we've done our job."

Me trying to see what had the antis losing their minds, especially that one blog and NOT finding it anywhere:

This is why you always watch the panels for yourself and avoid anti posts/blogs at all costs. They always claim they are there to be the opposite to AA's, to apply critical thinking, to view Jensen as human instead of a god, to be the ones with "a reality check", but they jump just as quickly as that group and crucify the guy before doing due diligence. Critical thinking should also include getting your facts straight before spreading misinformation (and in this case, more hatred). This is literally the same tool kit lawyers, law enforcement, and investigative journalists use all the time. It's good old common sense.

So block, mute, filter these people. Do whatever you gotta do, but this proves once and for all what we've all been saying. These anti/critical blogs that claim to "apply critical thinking" are full of shit.

Critical thinking is defined as "the objective analysis and evaluation of an issue in order to form a judgment." The reactions were not objective, especially the one blog that had an emotional heartbroken reaction. They were subjective, colored by their own biases. They did not analyze and evaluate the situation fully before issuing a judgement; they were missing a very crucial piece of the puzzle before they started sounding off and they knew it but they didn't care.

So the next time an anti/critical blog says in defense of their hating on/criticizing of Jensen (or anyone really) that they're applying critical thinking and you should try the same when you propose an alternative point of view (about Jensen or not), just remember it's all a smoke screen of bullshit. So again, block, mute, filter, whatever you gotta do. Personally, I think this shit's hilarious and entertaining on a Real-Housewives type level.

And that one blog that had such an emotional reaction to something that Jensen didn't even say in the way they thought he did, it's one thing for you to feel the way that you do, but spreading misinformation as you did, saying Jensen is no true performer, I don't know, maybe it's time to let go of your obsession with loving (aka being in love with) and hating this guy and move on?

#like seriously wtf was that yesterday #some ppl need a serious reality check #just sayin'#anti antis #like if you want to be critical of the guy that's cool #but do your homework first #i hope none of y'all are in our legal system #because if this guy was on trial he'd be put away for life for so many imaginary crimes #keep on keeping on jensen #you do you dude #jensen ackles #jackles #and this is not a pro-aa post #just want to make that perfectly clear #aa's and the antis can go take long walks off of short piers together #and leave us real fans to show the guy the appropriate amount of respectful appreciation for him as an actor #i said what i said #anti jensen hate

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jinkicake · 2 years

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FHDHFH NO BC REALLY SCARAMOUCHE GOT ME AND I HATE IT!!! Bc all the fanart is top tier like it belongs in a museum and he the same vibe as imposter albedo like they can destroy a nation as a treat bc they’re lashing out🥺 chronic dabi disease. Like someone made this Tiktok about scaramouche walking in like “ daddy’s home” AMD IVE BEEN CRYING BC ITS TRUE HE STOLE ALL MY ATTENTION like wow I LOVE a mean ass man he can be all yandere in public but I’m taller than him like I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you home💀like good luck choking me I’m into that,but unfortunately the dick is the punishment bc he will get and more unhinged the more you push him, like yeah you can ignore him yelling at you when he’s pissed but in retaliation he will fuck you in the harbinger meeting table like 6 mins before they’re supposed to start he has absolutely no shame bc who’s gon beat his ass?? Lmao can’t decide weather he gags you and they continue on w the meeting like normal like your NOT bouncing on his dick about to pass out or he makes them watch as he humiliates you “don’t try to hide your face now, should I let them use you too? You’re already making a mess” like yeah you can roast him unites red in the face but is it worth him electrocuting you when you cum?? And doing it over and over?? Him🫱🏽‍🫲🏾Lisa Using their electro powers to shock their partners when they cum to make them loose it😔😔 like I would be scared FR if I even made him roll his eyes bc I will be blacked out for four business days he system updates your brain so you just gotta chill for a while like the dick is phenomenal but at what cost😫 and speaking of he definitely has customizable ones like he definitely has one that lights up in that big ass robot like I saw art of the “ fight” of him fucking the traveler In that robot and the wires holding them in place, and now that he’s got his redemption arc started I want him to travel around!! Ion even like going into sumuru w them annoying ass mushrooms 😭 I want to see him go to Liyue and hear about childe reputation “ you know that harbinger that almost drowned the harbor? I hear he’s sneaking around w that hot funeral consultant” “ excuse me what did you say🙂” I need him to restart his hoe era bc I KNOW that he was trying as much shit as he could as a freshly free “human” like idk how he knows kazuha but wouldn’t be surprised if they fucked like he’s a traveler and he’s seen shit, like kazuha could probably tell you about some crazy ass threesome he had in sumuru while on sex pollen😭 like they are for the streets!! Scaramouche would just have to give up bc I like him like oh you hate me? Hate me harder that’s hot🥰🥰 like very jealous of the fatui grunts bc he degrades them 😒 like okay your right maybe a “god” does beet to put a lowly human in their place🥴

EXACTLYYYYY like why is scara's fanart so good it sets me up to fail.... he's a fucking short puppet i should NOT like his ass T T but then again,,, he's fucking crazy and i love psycho characters..... he's unhinged and i enjoy it!!!

((the mention of dabi.... my heart hurts,,, my number one psycho like hes forever in my heart!!))

naur literally scara is so scary because he doesnt care like the dude has nothing to lose so he's so reckless T T it's not like you can ever leave him or anything so he can do whatever he wants w you!!! hence his obsession w fucking you in front of others and just treating you like shit sighhh

honestly, im torn between obsessive yandere!scara and timid gentle!scara like there is no in between... he's either k!lling everyone that you talk to or holding your hand to make sure that you never leave him.... i guess clingy scara is another form or yandere!scara huh-

wahhhhh no literally ughhhh he and lisa are bitches when it comes to teasing their s/o w electricity like their fingers are literal vibrators.... ADD MISS MIKO TO THAT LIST TOO BC SHE'D ALSO DO THAT- they're all evil!!!!

oh my gawdddd did you read that one post about fucking his robot? my jaw DROPPED when i saw it.... it's like fucking eren's titan

i've seen the scara kazuha ship connections already!!!! and honestly,,, i see it.... i truly do!

also, i have to ask.... how do you feel about his supposed redemption arc? bc me, personally, i don't know how i feel like i want closure for him and everything but i also like him as a little shit >:-) i dont want him to get softttttt but idk!!!

#sarahandoikawatalkshit #xiaos spicy almond tofu #sorta?

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a-kaash-me-outside · 3 years

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𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

ᴀᴛꜱᴜᴍᴜ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ~ 5613 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ~ // nsfw (minors dni!!), lil angsty, f!reader, cheating, teasing, choking, crying, daddy kink, hate fuck -> kinda toxic soft fuck, brat taming, oral m!receiving, good dialogue shitty writing

i wrote this in 3 hrs bc hyperfixation (song i listened to) like its smut but is it the type of smut u get off to? probably not.

i don't understand, whats a girl gotta do to get a good lay around here???? thx

11:14 PM • 07/01/21

your tweet was not a rhetorical question. your tweet was supposed to get a few fun dms. your tweet was supposed to blow up just a little bit. your tweet was not supposed to entice your ex-boyfriend to message you for the first time in over a year, and it definitely wasn't supposed to lead to him texting your number that you thought he no longer had, and it absolutely positively 100% was not supposed to lead to you hooking up.

not that it was an issue for you, but it probably would be an issue for his girlfriend.

the dm shocked you, because how could it not after going so long only knowing about atsumu through the news and social media? his girlfriend was the entire reason two of you stopped talking when you did, but it wasn't even her doing. atsumu chose to break off contact all on his own, some bullshit about trust and her being really good for him.

and they were still together, you saw their anniversary post less than a week ago. and yet there he was.

and yet there he was texting back and forth with you for the better half of an hour before making the short drive over to your place.

and yet here he is, one hand ghosting over your lower back, other hand bracing the under side of your thigh, hot breath on your collar bones despite the fact that he had a girlfriend and despite the fact that you shattered his heart into a million pieces

he’s made small talk, asked you how you’ve been with an unease that he didn’t try hard enough to hide, leaned against the couch, but hasn’t actually sat.

“hey, calm down or i really will call your brother, always the calmer one.”

“and, yet, ya didn’t date him,” he quips back. the air is still for a moment, settling alongside the realization. you’d acknowledged it through text, but this was different. it slipped out easily, an impulsive rebuttal to a joke made numerous times before, a passing recollection and acknowledgment of the very reason he shouldn’t be here in the first place.

“well, no, obviously not, i’ve got a thing for blondes,” you shrug and he laughs, short and breathy. it feels almost humoring, but then you watch his shoulders slump, laxing into a normal state for the first time since he’s been here.

“a thing for blondes who actually sit down on the couch instead of leaning against them,” you gesture towards the middle of the sofa.

“what about you?” he asks, abiding anyways and taking a seat perfectly where your eyes landed, not enough room on either side of him for you to fit.

“where do you expect me to sit?” you ask right back, raising your eyebrows, stepping towards him anyway despite your teasing adversity.

he only glances down at his lap, lifting his hands from their clasped position, and motioning towards himself. you crawl into his lap, one knee dipping into the cushion on either side of him.

“what, did you miss me that much?” you tease, placing your hands overtop of his, pulling them lazily along until they're resting on your ass, fingertips tucked politely under the hem of your underwear. there's hesitance in his movements even with your guiding help.

"you don't have to be gentle with me, y'know." you tilt your head to the side, pushing backwards until you can feel resistance, until you can feel his fingers spread apart, taking as much of you into his hands as he can and digging his dull fingernails into your flesh. "i know you've probably gone soft a bit, huh? with your girlfriend and all"

his entire body tenses, some sort of backlash bubbling up in the discomfort, and you know that backlash is probably in the form of a shitty comment at your expense.

so you don't let it leave his throat, closing the gap and slipping your tongue into his mouth, sliding it against his before he can make an excuse or put you down. you did it to catch him off guard, but he tastes so good, so familiar even though so much time has passed that you can't help but moan into the kiss.

and fuck is his hair softer than you remember. his hands are bigger than you remember and his stomach is more rigid than you remember and he's stronger than you remember, and you pull away from the kiss now because you're out of breath and it's probably been enough time for him to swallow whatever shitty thing he was going to say and he's so much fucking prettier than you remember.

when did he get this pretty?

the softness of your eyes is mirrored in his, a reflection of rediscovery, relearning things that you don't remember forgetting. and there's this feeling that's burning in your core, a mixture of emotions, one of them you can't put your finger on, but you know you want to ignore.

"can you please take your shirt off, i haven't fucked anyone as ripped as you in a while and i kinda miss it." fingers running along the hem, you tug upwards gently.

"is that the only reason i'm here?" he jeers, but leans forward anyway.

"you know why you're here." before you've thrown his shirt into a crumpled pile on the floor, he's already wrapped both of his arms around your waist, picking you up only momentarily before sitting you down on the edge of the couch.

"i do," he says, and if you weren't you, if you hadn't known atsumu for as long as you have, you wouldn't have been able to recognize him after that drastic change in tone with that sultry look in his eyes as he drops to the floor, nudging your legs apart and smirking up at you. "i know exactly why i'm here, which is why it's kinda weird that you've had such a bitter, snarky mouth all night."

if that damned smirk and stupid tone didn't warm you right up, this would've done just fine on it's own. instead, it just added to the involuntary reactions you were feeling all over your body, cheeks burning, fingers restless against the muscle of your thigh, peering down at atsumu as he toyed with your panties, softly, abruptly, there and then not as his grasp moves to the hem of your shirt, pushing the fabric up as far as he can reach, running his palm over freshly exposed skin.

you finish the motion, brushing your fingers over his as you throw your shirt onto the cushion next to you.

"why don't ya ask nicely if i'll eat ya, princess?"

he kisses the insides of your thighs and you wonder if he remembered how sensitive they are or if it's just a coincidence.

but it doesn't matter how badly you want it, how many nights you've spent lying awake thinking about his stupid fucking tongue, wishing that there was some sort of toy that could replicate how disgustingly good it felt, because the question enters your mind and you want so badly to knock that smirk off his face.

"do you call her princess too or is that reserved just for me?"

and it does, knock the smirk off his face that is, but only for a moment. he tsks, shaking his head as he pushes himself up from the ground. regret is already seeping in as you squeeze your thighs together. your pussy is already soaked and you were about to get everything you've been missing for the past 3 years.

now, instead, atsumu is towering over you palming himself through his shorts and talking down to you in a way that makes you even wetter, "we gotta do something about that ungrateful little mouth of yers, don't we?"

"if you're not going to eat me out, won't you at least answer my question?" you ask, digging yourself deeper into this disobedient hole you're finding yourself in.

he reaches out so quickly that you almost flinch, but you trust him too much for that. he laces his fingers into your hair forming a tight fist at the base of your head, directing your eyes to him as he steps forward between your legs, spreading them apart with his shins. "the answer would probably just go to your head."

absolutely nothing could stop the smile that spread across your face, corners upturning and spanning as far as possible as you greedily think of this pet name saved just for you.

"what else did you save only for me, tsumu?" you ask, scooching forwards, legs spreading wider, pressing against the outsides of his calves. you're far too excited about the effects you've had on him and his relationship. as the sentence leaves your mouth, as the nickname falls so easily off of your tongue, you see his strong exterior falter for a fraction of a second. "she doesn't get to call you tsumu?"

the fist in your hair gets tighter, so tight that you can feel his hand start to shake and there's a darkness in his eyes that wasn't there before, a darkness that tells you he's been timid up until this point, a darkness that you probably shouldn't provoke, but it's been a long time since you've had this much fun.

"been awhile since you've had a brat to tame, hasn't it?" you whisper, blinking away the tears that have collected in the corners of your eyes.

"i think yer beyond being brat at this point," he huffs, no longer waiting for your next move. he uses one hand to push down his shorts, keeping a tight grasp on your head, not letting you move an inch and then guides your head towards his cock. "put yer mouth to good use or i swear to god you won't be able to talk for four days."

it sounds like an option, but it's not. he doesn't give you the chance to misbehave again. he drags the head of his cock on your bottom lip, precome smearing against it before he presses the tip into your mouth.

you're staring up at him because you've missed this so much, the concentration on his face, this control that he has over you, this underlying distain for the way you act out. he's not even looking you in the eyes, staring past you at the way his cock disappears between your lips.

"fuck, take it," he grunts, thrusting in and out of your mouth slowly, spit drooling down your chin as they start getting faster, head prodding at the back of your throat.

your mouth feels so full, head bobbing with his wreckless thrusts until he pulls you completely onto his cock, your lips wrapped around the base, the length of his fat cock perfectly surrounded by your tight throat, and then he holds you there. seconds tick by and your eyes flutter closed and the only sensation you can take in is the light throbbing of his cock.

"isn't this so much better? actually being useful for once," he sneers, but you can barely hear him as you focus on just staying conscious. his fingers skim over your neck, wrapping around the bulge he's created, balls twitching against your chin. you bring your hands up to his thighs, fingers digging into the muscle as you reach your limit, head fogging and throat burning.

he pulls you off of his cock and you only catch a glimpse of how satisfied he looks as you gasp for air, swallowing just to feel your throat void of something. "god yer lucky i wanna be inside of ya so fucking bad now or i would cum down that pretty throat of yers so fast."

you're still regaining your composure as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, dragging them down your thighs, cock throbbing as he watches the string of wetness connecting your pussy and your panties. he presses harsh, rushed kisses into the side of your jaw, trailing down until he can’t reach any further.

you want to say something, anything to put him back in his place, to make him flustered again, but you just can't think, still drunk on the feeling of choking on his big fucking cock.

the only thing that comes out is, "please, fuck me."

he laughs, honest to god, throws his head back and laughs as he lines himself up with you, rubbing the tip between your pretty slick lips and pressing his hips forward just enough to feel your hole start to stretch for his head. "not so bratty, now, are ya?"

you shake your head because it doesn't matter anymore how much you missed acting out just so he would put you in your place, you were there. you were exactly where he wanted you and fuck, did you want him.

"ask nicely," he taunts, a shit eating grin plastered on his face as he pushes his luck as far as he can take it.

you roll your hips, desperate to feel any part of him. "please, daddy."

"f-fuck," he stammers, grin completely gone, precome leaking from the slit of his twitching cock, harsh resolve crumbling over a single word. "fuck, again." he presses his hips forward, sliding inside of you inch by inch.

and it hits you.

"she doesn't call you daddy, either?" you ask, narrowing your eyes, some sort of clarity replacing these pathetic thoughts.

when you were with him, you used the name religiously, in and out of the bedroom. sometimes to get what you wanted and other times just to watch him tense up. and now his life was void of the weight that name carried and that didn’t sit with you right. poise and bite fill you almost as quickly as it left you, "you saved a lot of things just for me, didn't you?"

he doesn't reply, silent as he places a hand on your shoulder and thrusts completely inside of you, hips pressed against the insides of your thighs as the breath is knocked completely out of your lungs. he's trying to prove that he has control over you still, digging into you so brutally that he knows you'll think of him later. and it feels so fucking good and you feel so fucking full and it would be so easy to just shut your mouth and take it, but it wouldn’t be nearly as fun.

“fuck, there’s no way that you’re this rough with her,” you almost laugh, settling on a telling smirk instead, “mmm but there’s also no way that you get this hard for her.”

each time he fucks into you, the sound and the sting of his hips smacking against the insides of your thighs gets harsher. you know that he’s doing it to shut you up, to make you forget about whatever it is that’s on your mind and focus on how good it feels or how much it hurts, but it’s really just proving your point.

his hands are roaming, moving from place to place, trying to find a permanent spot to root, one that gives him the most control. in the process, he’s leaving marks all over you, red spots, crescent-shaped indents, freshly forming bruises, and the thought of finding them in the coming days is driving you insane.

you can feel the stretch, closing your eyes to savor the feeling, quiet for a moment, the sound of your dripping pussy clenching around him filling the room. you don’t want to admit it, how quickly he’s gotten you so close, but you’re sure he can feel it in the way that you’re gripping onto him even tighter.

you snake your hand down between your legs, rubbing sloppy circles into your clit as he continually pounds into you. you’re so fucking close, can feel that familiar heat rising to your core, your body growing more sensitive.

“makes sense you wanted to come fuck me,” you mumble, “bet you haven’t gotten off really good in a long time, right, daddy?”

he’s unapologetic in the way he lets it affect him this time, grip getting tighter, cock slamming into you, not because he wants to teach you a lesson, but because he can’t help it.

“not without my tight cunt and dirty mouth, huh, daddy?” it’s somehow fucking with him even more as your voice gets scratchier, needier, softer from how close you are. “rub my messy pussy, daddy, gonna cum.”

your arms are weak as you hang them around atsumu’s neck, holding onto him desperately because you know you’re going to need it while you cum. his calloused fingers replace yours, rougher, thicker, harder, faster rubbing over your swollen clit. “cum all over daddy’s cock, princess.”

god, you’re just as fucked as he is hearing that name bounce off the walls and right back to you, that name that’s just for you. you wrap your legs around his lower back, pulling him into you because you need to feel every fucking inch, wanna coat his entire cock with your cum, have to, cumming from how deep he is inside of you, and then from the thought of her unknowingly tasting you on it.

“good girl, fuck, yer tight.”

you stare up at him with half-lidded post-orgasm eyes and an innocently dopey smile on your face, “tighter than her?” you look so fucking cute, sensitive walls hugging his length, so fucking happy and blissed out that the answer slips right out.

“yes, fuck, missed yer cunt so much.”

you move to sit up, push your hand into his shoulder and motion to the couch. when he moves, you move with him, not wanting to feel empty for a second longer than you have to.

seated completely on his cock, he’s even deeper inside of you and you want to feel this full forever. you don’t even want to move, resting your forehead against his. “tell me something, tsumu, and be honest.” he doesn’t offer any sort of reply, verbal or otherwise.

“do you think of me sometimes when you fuck her?” you start moving, sitting up straight as you pull yourself off his cock almost completely before slamming back down. “do you wish she was me? do you almost say my name when she cums because she almost gets as tight as i am?”

“you don’t need to answer, tsumu, can see it all over your face,” you continue, hand placed firmly on his chest for leverage as you fucked yourself harder on his cock.

“yer a fucking bitch. ya haven’t changed at all,” he breathes, and it hurts way less than it probably should, the tone of his voice and the shock on his face, but you can feel him inside of you, you can feel his chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your palm. he’s throbbing with every shitty question, twitching at every mention of how much better you are than her, grunting under his breath whenever you point out one of his slip ups. he fucking loves it and you know him too well not to notice it.

“no, i have, it’s just not exactly what you wanted when you texted me. you wanted a tight brat to bruise and choke, didn’t you?” you ask, tilting your jaw upwards, exposing your neck. “fucking do it then, but don’t whine about the fact that this little brat is better than your girlfriend.”

his hands are still planted loosely on your hips, guiding your motions, helping you set a pace. he’s not reaching for what you’re so graciously offering him.

“don’t fucking kid yourself. you can’t get off to a nice girl who gives you exactly what you want, can you, tsumu?” you glare down at him, no longer on display, leaning towards him so you can talk through gritted teeth. “i’m a fucking bitch because it’s exactly what you want, none of that ‘really good for you’ bullshit.”

he lifts his hips, thrusting up to meet you as you slide down his cock. it’s brutal, the slapping of your tender skin against his toned thighs, and it feels so good, hurts so good that you don’t even remember what you were saying. and he doesn’t slow down. he keeps getting faster, keeps going deeper, and you’re starting to think that he’s realizing how much he likes it, the shitty way that you talk to him, that he actually missed it.

“fuck you.”

“am i wrong, baby? that’s why you’re with me right now and not her.” it leaves your mouth without much thought. you can’t think much about anything with the way he’s fucking you.

“i didn’t come here to talk about my girlfriend all night,” he bites.

“right, but-” you’re stopped in the middle of your sentence, two hands wrapping around your throat, long fingers pressing into your windpipe. his eyes are deadlocked on yours as he squeezes gently, testing the waters.

you rest your hand on his wrist, smiling as best you can, hoping you look pretty enough in his grasp as you push your neck further into his hold and the look on his face is one that you want to capture forever. it proves your point even further, this notion of atsumu and his nice sex life and his girlfriend that’s really good for him, because when’s the last time that atsumu has been with someone who just wanted to be treated like shit?

when’s the last time that atsumu’s been treated like shit?

you roll your eyes back in your head, chin towards the ceiling, lack of oxygen only heightening every inch of your skin that’s in contact with him before bringing your line of sight back down to his peering eyes.

your voice is choked, hoarse, sparse as the words struggle to leave, only strong enough for him to hear if he’s really paying attention. “fuck, atsumu, you’re so fucking big, so fucking perfect, you’re a fucking god, fuck me so good, thank you so much, i wish i never broke up with you.”

he doesn’t say a word, swallows whatever noise or comeback was coming up his throat, and blinks at you. fucked out expression, gasping for the return of the air you just spent, but it’s all worth it. his fists are closing, squeezing to stop you or to dare you to fight back, you’re not completely sure, but the second that your lungs have filled up just enough to mutter three more words, you do.

“is that better?”

you wait, assured and confident that whatever he does next will be some dramatic act to prove something to you and to himself, to make you regret your outlash, to make you actually believe the sarcastic statement you just spewed.

atsumu always did surprise you.

“it is,” he grunts, hands placed back onto to your waist, but they’re delicate now, tender almost as he runs the pads of his fingertips over your hipbones. “tell me how much you missed me, doll.”

there were so many ways you could fuck with him, so many things you could say to keep up this shitty charade, you know there are, you know they exist, but you can’t think of a single one. you open your mouth and nothing comes out save for tiny, quivering breaths and noises that were beyond your control.

“tell me.” harsher than before, but with an underlying care that made your heart flutter.

“sometimes, i do miss you,” you admit, and that’s exactly what it is, an admittance, something that’s circled in your brain but has never left your mouth, not even to the empty walls of your room. an absurd part of you hope he picks up on the lack of past tense.

he’s known you for too long, listened to you too well, gotten too deep despite the fight you put up to not hear how genuine this senseless little sentence is coming out of your mouth. “really late at night, lonely in my bed, wondering why i let you go.”

and, fuck, it’s so stupid, not what you bargained for at all, but you want to feel closer to him, need to feel him completely against you because his skin is warm in a way that you’ve haven’t been able to replicate and maybe this is just a long-winded ploy to make you regret this attitude you’ve adopted for the night, but it’s working and you don’t care.

you’d like to think that he could see it on every feature, in every movement and action, this overwhelming need of yours for him to hold you, to be closer than he is right now even as he’s buried inside of you, because he does. he runs his hands up your back, crosses them over one another and braces you with his arms, mouth against your ear, “tell me more, pretty.”

and you listen. not because he’s fucking you into submission or because he has this caustic influence on you, but because you want to and because he deserves to know these thoughts of remorse and guilt that have been weighing heavy since the minute you left.

“think about you a lot,” you mutter into his chest, “was really shitty to you, couldn’t stop thinking about the version of our break up that you told everyone, and now i see you on my feed and think about if that were me celebrating an anniversary with you at some gross fancy dinner.”

your muscles have relaxed, movements ceased, leaning fully into atsumu as he thrusted up into you leisurely, focusing instead on the snap of his hips and closeness between the two of you. “wanted to reach out to apologize or to fuck you or just to hear your voice, but i didn’t.”

it’s heavy and not necessarily the dirty talk that you thought would be coming out of your mouth tonight, but it’s also not stopping and he’s not telling you to stop. “missed your voice and your face and your hands and your warmth and how good you are to me. and i really fucking needed this, tsumu, fuck i needed you so bad.”

you hope, with everything in you, that he’s understanding everything you’re saying, that he’s perceiving it all as the truth, that he’ll see that you actually have changed, finally ready to tell him all of the things he wanted to hear back then, all the things he tried to get out of you before you broke his heart. but have you really changed? are you saying these things so that he’ll know the truth or so he won’t be able to stop thinking about you while he’s with her?

your chest feels tight, heart racing, air leaving your lungs as shaky as your limbs, in desperate need of some sort of redirection. you’re silent for a few moments, letting the room fill with his shallow breaths and striking skin, composing yourself and fixating on atsumu’s steady pace.

curling your fingers against his stomach, you move in time with him once again, lifting yourself as he pulls away and slamming down as he thrusts upwards. you don’t know if you’ve really changed or what the real motivation behind inviting atsumu over tonight was, but you know exactly what you’ve been craving, not just in these last few hours, but for years.

you brush your cheek against his, leaning forward to whisper directly into his ear so that the feeling of your breath and the soft cadence of your voice never leave his memory.

“does she let you cum inside, tsumu?”

his response is visceral, instinctive, hips stuttering, failing to smoothly meet the backs of your thighs as his head collides with your shoulder, too heavy with swarming thoughts and poor self control to make any audible noise that’s not an almost animalistic grunt.

kiss after soft kiss is pressed into his jawline, down his chest, fingers interlocked behind his neck, pulling yourself closer and closer until you can feel his destructive heartbeat combatting your own.

“does she let you pump her full of cum, daddy?”

he can’t form a verbal response, groaning into your shoulder as he fucks into you with abandon, no longer as a power trip or a control tactic, just using you to get off. you wanted him to use you to get off. he’s so fucking wrecked beneath you, eyes screwed tight as he moves on compulsion alone, but you knew how pretty he sounded when he was about to cum, whiny and grateful and you refused to let this moment slip away.

“i know how much you loved filling me with your load, tsumu, feeling my pussy get all creamy, milking your fat cock into my greedy little hole. you went crazy for it, would always pump your thick seed into me until it spilled out all over your cock, made me feel so full, so pretty,” you ramble into his skin.

“baby, do you still get to feel that? does she let you unload so deep, tsumu?” your questions are coming out more haphazardly than anything else you’ve said and you know the answer, but you’re craving the sound. “or did you save that all for me too?”

“saved it for ya,” he mumbles, throat hoarse, cock pulsing against your walls, needy, sloppy kisses placed wherever he can reach.

“yeah? tell me, baby, saved it all for me, couldn’t cum in a pussy that wasn't made just for you? needed me, right, baby?”

“needed you, fuck, only you, need only you,” he moans and it’s so perfectly desperate and everything you need it to be.

“gonna cum, baby, gonna cum for you, will you cum for me? will you cum inside me, tsumu, please?” you know he can tell how close you are, can feel how tightly you’re squeezing him, how dripping wet you are, can hear your incessant, thoughtless ramblings.

“i’m gonna fill you, pretty, wanna feel you cum on my cock while i fill you, okay?”

you nod against his chest, core tight, waiting, waiting, his hips driving upwards faster, slamming you down harder until his movements stutter, a guttural groan falling upon your ears before feeling his cock pulse inside of you, rope after rope of thick cum painting your insides, and, fuck, you missed this.

you let go, collapsing against atsumu entirely as you cum around his cock, pussy clenching as he lazily thrusts into you, driving you through your orgasm and fucking his cum deeper inside of you, coating his entire length.

when his movements stop, when his hips stop moving and the grunting is replaced with shallow breaths that turn into normal breaths, neither of you move. your chests are rising and falling in time and you’re starting to feel gross the longer you sit in it, but you don’t want to move. you can’t move. the things that you’ve said might feel too real if you move from this position. and that doesn’t make any sense, but you don’t want to chance it. you feel gross, but also better than you have in a while and then he rubs a small circle into your lower back just gently enough for you to notice, just softly enough to send shivers up your spine, and you know that you can’t be in this position another second.

being in the same bathroom as atsumu, legs spread, sitting in your bathtub, cleaning up the mess he’s made while he uses crumpled up pieces of toilet paper to clean up the mess you’ve (mostly he’s) made is weirdly domestic in the most comforting way. it’s not awkward, but some part of you wishes it was because the seconds keep ticking on and the regret isn’t seeping in, not just about tonight, but about anything you’ve said.

it’s mostly silent save for atmospheric noises that couldn’t be helped and you wish that you were wishing someone would say something.

but you clean without a word and so does he and when you stand up, he offers you a hand to step over the lip of the tub and he passes you a dry towel from where you keep them under the sink. he uses your toothbrush without even asking and then preps it for you to use and you thank him when he hands it to you.

you walk back with him to your room and he’s one step ahead of you because he could find your bedroom blindfolded and you get changed in front of him and it’s not one of those moments where you get embarrassed and then feel dumb about getting embarrassed, you just feel at home.

“i meant it, by the way, i miss you sometimes,” you shake your head, “no, that’s a lie, i miss you a lot.” you’re starting to feel antsy now, missing the comfortable silence because now you’re talking about uncomfortable feelings while they’re not mindlessly spilling out of you.

your fingers are tingling, heart furiously beating in your ears as you continue, “and nights like tonight make me miss you more than i thought was possible, more than they probably should for how long i’ve been without you, but i think you bring out a really shitty side of me.”

“i think i don’t have to,” he says, rushing to get it out of his throat before he’s too scared to say it, “i think i remind you of how you used to be, but that’s not how you are now.” you don’t know what to say, so you don’t say anything. “i think we could try again and i could show you that it’s not true.”

“you don’t...,” you start, voice diminishing into silence, because what do you say to that?

“because you’re right, why else am i here with you tonight and not her?” he asks, closing the gap between the two of you, not touching you, just getting closer.

“tsumu…,” you start again, voice diminishing into silence again, because what do you say to that?

“i don’t let her call me that because i couldn’t bear the sound of it not coming from you.”

you take a step back, head spinning from a single sentence despite only solidifying a conclusion you had already come to all on your own. “i think maybe you should go home to your girlfriend before she notices you’re missing.”

“let me stay the night,” he blurts, hand spanning out to grasp your shoulder, your arm, wherever his reach would land.

it comes out of your mouth like a warning, imploring him to tread careful, “tsumu.”

but he just keeps pressing forward, faster, harder, recklessly, heedless and senseless, “please, yn, please, if this is the last time i ever get to talk to you, to see you standing in front of me where i can do this,” his hand floats up, fingers caressing your cheek, curling against your jaw and you melt into how inviting and warm his touch is, “then just let me savor it.”

the thought of this being your last night together hits you, hard, like you’ve been run over by a train, and you didn’t expect it to hurt this bad. you’re convinced it feels worse than when you left him the first time. you don’t want it to be the last time.

“last time, huh?” you ask. with how close he is and the hold he has on you, you know that he can feel the instability in your voice, see the hesitance in your features.

“i mean,” he pulls you into him, arms wrapping tightly around you so that you can feel the vibrations of his laugh, “how well did that work last time?”

“if i see you again, i’ll want to see you again, and again, and again,” you admit, soaking in the discomfort of vulnerability before asking, “is that okay?”

“that’s all i want.”

#miya atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader #atsumu x you #atsumu smut #atsumu x yn #atsumu x y/n #atsumu angst #haikyuu smut #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu xreader #haikyuu x you #hq #hq x reader #hq xreader #hq smut #hq x you #toriwritesshit

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-valves · 2 years

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There’s a post I saw about Félix and pepa teasing Julieta and Agustin about being particularly loud the previous night 🌚 so I was wondering if you could maybe write about said night and then write the following morning with Félix and pepa teasing them lmaooo <3

Oh I saw this prompt and I'm SO happy to have a hand in it ❤️

"Shhh, you're going to get us caught, chico travieso~"

Félix groaned as he lifted his head up a bit. He lightly kicked Pepa, making her groan in return.

"Oye, caught with what?"

"What?"

"You just said 'you're going to get us caught'"

Pepa rolled over to face him, the moonlight being just enough to illuminate her face.

"I didn't say anything. Maybe you were just dreaming. Go back to bed."

Eh, he supposed that was possible. He kissed her forehead and went back to bed.

"Dios you're such a big, beautiful woman. I can't wait to hold those pretty hands over your head~"

Félix felt a kiss on his cheek, and awoke yet again to a very flushed looking Pepa.

"Aw, you called me big~...if you wanted me Félix, you could've just asked."

He looked at her, absolutely confused.

"I WANT to take credit, but I can't. I didn’t say anything."

"Really? Huh. Maybe we were both hearing things. You still wanna do it?"

He yawned, and yawned loudly.

"In the morning. Papi's tired."

"Alright, good night, for real this time."

She laid back down with him, and he fell back to sleep. For a second. Until yet another sound invaded his ears.

"You want it in your ass this time? Or your pretty pussy?"

Félix and Pepa both turned to look at each other.

"Okay I know that's not you, you know I prefer pussy."

"Yeah what IS that?...hold on, listen."

They sat there for a moment, and listened.

"Aw, does little Auggy want me to suck on him? Can you hold it until you're in my ass this time?"

They looked at the wall. Then each other. Then the wall. Then each other. Félix had to cover his mouth to not roar in laughter, while Pepa looked HORRIFIED.

"No. Oh my god no."

"Pepa-"

"Don't you say it."

"Pepa your sister is getting FUCKED, I can't-"

"Cállate! Oh my god why can we fucking hear them? We NEVER hear them!"

"They never fuck this late at night- oh my god Casita's walls are thin as shit."

They panicked for a moment, trying to figure out how to make this stop. But it only got worse.

"I'm...I'm a good baby."

"That's right! Mi bebé Auggy~"

Félix snorted so hard his head hurt, despite Pepa's scolding.

"Oh my god this is gross-"

"I really fucking hope this isn't a baby fetish I'm hearing. Oh my god what if it is?"

"I'm knocking on the wall-"

"No, Pepa! Wait!"

Félix grabbed her hand before she could make her way to the wall.

"W-you WANT to hear this?!"

"Pepa, they've dealt with our shit for years. Plus, let's face it, your sister NEEDS this. Let's just cover our ears, and NOT embarrass them."

Pepa shivered upon hearing a moan coming from her sister. She took a deep breath, before groaning.

"Fine. Just. Fine."

Pepa got back into bed, and they bothered covered their ears. Surprise, they did NOTHING to help.

"Mierda- faster, please, you're RIGHT there!"

"J-just pull my hair, just like that mami-!"

"Gotta hand it to him, dude's got a nice fucking pace going o-"

"STOP. Oh my god don't listen to my sister having SEX you pervert!"

"I can't help it if they're loud!"

Pepa grabbed a pillow, wrapped it over her face, and screamed into it. Pepa was hating this. But Félix? He was having a great time, because this was HILARIOUS. In some really weird ass way, he was proud of his buddy. Not too proud to NOT tease him about this in the morning though, absolutely not.

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"Shh! You're being too loud!"

"Stop being so pretty then?"

Augustín was restless tonight. Really restless. The second they hit the bed, he was just all over her. And when Agustín wanted her, truly and really wanted her, she couldn't say no. That was probably why she had him tied up to the bed, and was currently riding the hell out of his cock. He was loud when she sucked him off, loud when she pulled his pretty hair. And of course it had to be when the entire house was asleep. She sighed, and got off of him, much to his displeasure.

"Agustín, we can't do this if you're loud!"

He looked at her with such a helpless pout, she felt as if she kicked a puppy on the street.

"I can't...help it. You feel SO good. Please? I need mami."

She ran her fingers through his scalp, before gripping onto his hair, and forcing his head back to look at her. His dick twitched at the feeling, desperate for more stimulation. What was she going to do with this man?

"Hmmm...I think I know how to keep you quiet."

She plucked her underwear off the bed, holding it up for him to see.

"This, will help you be quiet. You like my underwear, don't you Agustín?"

Everyone thought Félix was the one constantly in need of sex, but her Agustín wasn't exactly a puritan. He had used her underwear to masturbate countless times, and even now, she'd catch him sniffing them while he touched himself. He shook his head, a bit embarrassed over this particular part of himself.

"I...no?"

"You shouldn't lie to your wife. She might not be so nice to you. So, we're going to use this, so you can stay nice and quiet ~"

She forced his mouth open, and shoved her underwear inside. He was trying to play it off like it was disgusting, but they both knew the truth. He liked it. He liked being silenced by mami like this, he liked the way mami crawled back into his lap, and slowly sank back down onto him. She cupped his face in his hands as she started to ride him again, pussy soaked as she consumed him over and over again.

"There we go...good boy Agustín. Such a good boy. Look at who's being quiet."

Her hips moved into him with a bit more fervor than she meant to, but she couldn't help it. He was so pretty, his cock felt so good, and it was heaven, doing this in the dead of night. He stared up at her with adorable, helpless eyes, mumbling against the cloth. Okay so she really put the underwear in his mouth because she wanted to, rather than the sound.

She didn't give a shit about the sound, especially given her own loud noises.

"Shhhh. You're already too close, Agustín. Breathe, relax. Oh don't give me those eyes. It's okay that you cum too quick. It's cute. I just want you to try to last for me. I want to squeeze it out of you. Every little drop."

She stopped moving, rubbing her clit in little circles. She wanted to cum before him, she wanted him to spill into a nice, satisfied pussy.

"Such a good puppy. I'm...g-going to ride you again. Hold it for me."

He looked so uncertain, as if he didn't believe in himself. She loved having sex with her husband, he was a handsome, well built man. But he was always so quick to finish, despite his best efforts. He had gotten better with age, but he almost always finished first. But she was going to go slow, let him work up his stamina a little.

So that was a fucking lie.

She grabbed onto his hair, making an absolute mess of those soft, salt and pepper locks, and rode the SHIT out of that cock. His cries were muffled by the underwear, his legs kicked at the bed and made a mess of the sheets, and she wished she could go slower. Desperately wished she could.

"You're so loud. So...fucking loud, Agustín. You're lucky you're my big pretty puppy, since you're being very, v-very bad-"

He finished. He didn't mean to, given his loud, dramatic wine, but he did. She stopped moving, feeling ribbons of cum paint her inner walls. He had so much in him, it felt so hot and lovely inside of her.

"Oh...Agustín. You finished all too soon, mi vida."

She slowly peeled the underwear out of his mouth, drool running down his lips alongside his heavy, almost distressed panting.

"I'm s-sorry. I tried, really I did. You're just so pretty and you t-talk to me in the way I like...does puppy still get punished?"

She nodded. She didn't shame Agustín for how quick he was, as he shouldn't be ashamed of this, but she still punished him for disobeying her from time to time. She slowly peeled off of him, letting him watch his own cum seep out of her. He knew what was coming, and he accepted his punishment fully. She scooted up to him, and sank herself down onto his face, smothering him with her pussy. She wrapped her thighs around his face, knowing damn well he liked it.

"That's a good puppy. Clean up your mess. All of it. And when you're done, we're going to try this again. Understand?"

She leaned back a bit so she could stroke his very sensitive cock, making him practically yelp into her folds. His nose practically smothered her clit, his tongue was obedient and eager to please. She couldn't resist pulling him further into her by his hair, and she tried not to squeeze his head so tightly, but he was doing SUCH a good job, she couldn't help it.

"Just like that...mami is SO close. Keep going puppy, k-keep...!"

And there it was. The orgasm she deserved. She came right into his pretty mouth, head tossed back as she rode her perfect orgasm. Something about her husband letting himself be used just to please her, oh it only made this all the more delicious. She slowly peeled off of him, letting the poor man get a gasp of air. He sat there, panting, drool and cum and juuces trickling down his face.

"Oye, how long WAS that?"

She looked at the clock, lightly whistling.

"Two and half minutes. Jeez you are REALLY good at holding your breath."

"Record is still four minutes, this isn't that good."

She chuckled, gently combing her fingers through his sweaty hair.

"It was good for ME, if that helps~"

He giggled like the dork he was, leaning up to smooch her hand.

"Always does. I'm really glad we did this. The hand tying was new though, how'd you learn to do that?"

Should she tell him she read it from a book about prisoner getting absolutely RAILED as a punishment? Probably not.

"Oh uh. Just one of those things you pick up. Now, do you need me to let you free?"

He thought about it, before a grin was plastered all over his face.

"I thought puppy had to be punished~"

Usually she was one and done. But fuck it. Shd had to teach her boy a lesson.

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"Well, someone is looking fresh today."

Julieta looked up from the stove at Félix. A bit embarrassed by the compliment, she tried to adjust her hair a bit.

"Oh, gracias Félix. Nice of you to say. Coffee?"

"Please. Need that shit strong, and a cup for Pepa. We got NO sleep last night."

She was about to ask why, when Agustín walked in with Pepa.

"No, Pepa, I respect you as a sister in law, but you're wrong."

"You got your head stuck in the fucking toilet yesterday, I'm not gonna let you be right."

Julieta chuckled as she served Félix his coffee, and got a cup for Pepa. They got along well for the most part, but everyone has their occasional squabble.

"What are you two fighting about now?"

"Julieta, you need to talk some sense into your sister. So we're in the book club with Luisa and Mariano, you remember that."

"Uh huh."

"And there's a character in the book that REFUSES to be with the main characters, and we wanna figure out WHY."

Félix was just amused by the passion of his wife, as she was amused by her husband. Pepa, a gray cloud over her head, cut him off.

"And I'M saying it's because he wants to date Samual!"

"Samual and Miguel have NO chemistry!"

"You read between the lines!"

"I READ WHAT'S BETWEEN THE PAGES."

Félix almost snorted at their little war, gesturing for Agustín to tone it down a bit.

"Down puppy, down. It's a book-"

"Wait. What did you just call me?"

Julieta was staring at Félix, as were the other two. Félix inhaled air sharply, trying to put this delicately.

"So you remember when I said me and Pepa didn't get any sleep?"

"...yes?"

"Well. It's because you guys were a little...loud. And whatever gag you tried to use, didn't work, I have recommendations-"

"FÉLIX."

"I'm just trying to be productive!"

She buried her face in her hands. Oh no. Pepa and her husband heard them do. Things. Things that should NOT be heard.

"Oh my god, Pepa, I am SO sorry, we didn't mean to be so loud."

"I mean, it was gross. Like, REALLY gross, but in a way I'm happy for you. For actually getting laid, I kinda wondered if you guys still did that."

Agustín looked at Pepa through absolutely burning cheeks, sort of unsure if he was supposed to be insulted by this. Félix lifted his cup a bit as if in cheers.

"And BOY do you guys do it. Hold your breath for a long ass time!"

"Oh my god-"

"And it's funny, because I literally told Pepa 'Gotta hand it to him, dude's got a nice fucking pace going on', then I fucking heard Julieta call you puppy-SHE'S got the pace! God, no WONDER you stay in great shape after all these years."

Julieta wanted to just fucking die. She was staring at him, unsure of how to fucking respond.

"Félix please stop giving my sister's sex life a positive review."

Félix shrugged, as if he wasn't at all at fault.

"Listen, I'm just giving praise where praise is due! If puppy here wanted to give me a review on my stamina, I'd take it!"

"...you're gonna call me that now, aren't you?"

"Least till it stops being funny. So like, when you guys switch, do you call her cat or something?"

"I mean it's 'kitty', but-"

Julieta damn near knocked the kettle over as she turned to look at him.

"AGUSTÍN!"

"I THOUGHT IT WAS AN ACTUAL QUESTION!"

Félix lost it. He had to bury his face in his hands as he roared in laughter, and despite trying to get Félix to stop, she was laughing just as hard. Granted, she was still happy they made love, obviously, but. Well.

She'd gave to talk to Casita about having thicker walls.

#asks #not transformers #encanto #lemon #dom JULIETA in the chat #these two keep their shit so private #while Félix is fucking shameless #called Agustín puppy for like a week #even bought him a collar #Félix can make fun of him he's seen his dick #and fondled his balls like once #long story

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planetsano · 3 years

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everyone finds out you two are dating.

SYNOPSIS: Class 1A find out you're in a relationship with some of your favorite MHA boys.

TAGS: established relationships, secretly dating, social media, making out, date night, sitting on kirishima's lap, fluff, slice of life.

CHARACTERS: bakugou katsuki, eijirou kirishima, todoroki shoto, kaminari denki, izuku midoriya

— bakugou

Everyone finds out you two are dating when he accidentally posts a video of you captioned, "this idiot 🧡", on his snapchat story.

It was a Saturday night and you both decided that it would be nice to spend the night in enjoying each other's company. Obviously you told your friends that you would be busy studying but in reality you were actually with each other.

You were on his bed wearing one of his ridiculously oversized hoodies. Admittedly, he thought you looked cute. You had sweater paws like c'mon. He wanted to save the memory.

(Contrast to popular belief, Bakugou is capable of being a cute boyfriend sometimes. He's just rough around the edges, ya'know?)

When you looked up from your switch you saw your boyfriend recording you with a smirk on his face.

"Stop, I look ugly." You whined and hid your face behind your handheld game.

"No, you don't. Shut up." He scoffed.

"Make me." You stuck your tongue out and flipped him off.

"What do you want anyway, stinky?" You asked resuming your animal crossing gameplay.

"Show me your shitty island." He said.

"Really?!" You looked up at him again with your face lit up in excitement.

"Sike, no." He deadpanned behind the camera.

"I hate you!" You whined & jumped on him starting a play fight. The video was cut with a shaky camera & couple of your giggles.

After about maybe a minute of roughhousing, Bakugou's phone started to blow up with texts, snaps, and facetime calls.

"Someone's popular." You said while looking up at him. He pinned you down easily since he had a physical strength advantage over you.

You were curious as to why his phone was blowing up so suddenly but you were too entertained by squeezing his surprisingly squishy cheeks.

While you did that, Bakugou grabbed his phone. The facial recognition automatically unlocking it for him.

"The fuck?" Was all he said scrolling through all the notifications. He was confused.

One text in particular out of 64 unread stood out to him. It was from "Mina 👽", and it said:

"No but really, did you mean to post (Name) on your story? 💀🤚🏾 I knew you guys were going to date at some point!!"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me."

— midoriya

This man Midoriya is terrible at secrets. So it didn't surprise you when he accidentally spilled the tea about your relationship.

It all started when Uraraka, Momo, Iida and Todoroki asked him if he wanted to join them for dinner that night. Apparently they were treating themselves to something fancy.

"I'm sorry guys. I can't. I have a date with (Name) tonight." Midoriya doesn't even give what he said a second thought.

Everyone literally stops. "Date? 🤨"

"Yeah. I have a date... with...." Realization hits. "You know what? I've really gotta go guys! See ya!" This boy tries to run but they stop him so fast.

They have so many questions. The main being when exactly did you guys become an official thing and why didn't they know about it.

Midoriya tells them that he's not sure if he feels comfortable without you being there to answer all the questions they have since they weren't even supposed to know to begin with.

They're all understanding and don't push him any further. He's already embarrassed enough. The most important thing is that they're happy for the both of you.

Now the only thing on Midoriya's mind was how to tell you he told half the friend group you two are dating over dinner.

— todoroki

You both really thought no one would catch you guys sharing a "quick" makeout session in the kitchen area.

It was risky to begin with because it was like 9pm on a weekend and more than half the class was still awake roaming around the building.

But honestly, neither of you could help it. You were at that point in the relationship where you just couldn't keep your hands off of each other.

Plus that little adrenaline and dopamine you got from pulling little stunts like this made it all the more fun. It was you guys' little secret. It was fun.

You were sat on the kitchen counter with Todoroki standing between your legs. His hands were placed on your thighs mindlessly kneading at them while your arms were lazily draped around his neck.

"Sho, I really wanna kiss.." You said softly.

"The others might come in soon, love." His voice was so smooth. He really didn't want to tell you no but you guys were already pushing it in this position.

"Just one tiny little kiss?" You gestured the words tiny and little with your thumb and pointer finger. "Pretty please?" You pouted playfully and batted your eyelashes at him.

Todoroki mentally sighed in defeat. He just couldn't say no to you.

With that you two shared a simple kiss, then another just a little longer... and the last kiss turned into a full blown makeout. You didn't know how much time passed before you both heard a forced cough.

You guys pulled away and looked at this kitchen area's entrance to see Denki, Kirishima, Tokoyami and Asui.

Denki: "Care to tell us when UA became Love Island?"

Kirishima: "Aw, come on guys. The counter?"

— kirishima

Honestly, this pairing is bold because you two fully outted yourselves out willingly.

1A decided to have a movie night in the common area one Friday night. It would be some fun considering training and classes were particularly hard that week. It would be nice to blow off some steam and goof off.

You were a little late coming down from your room because you had to finish up some important papers your work study requested.

When you finally got down to the common room, everyone had already claimed their seats.

Kirishima sat at the end of one couch and the spot next to him was already taken :(

Through 1A's chaos and chatter, you locked eyes with him and pouted subtly.

Just when you were about to sit on one of the empty pillows on the floor, Kirishima beckoned you over with his head and patted his thighs.

He gives you a wide toothy grin when he sees you walk your cute self right over to him to plop yourself right on his lap.

"Hey." He looks up at you with a goofy smile while he wraps one of his arms around your waist.

"Hi." You smiled at him and ran your fingers through his hair. He had it down which was your absolute favorite. You guys didn't even notice the chatter die down until

"Um.. are you guys dating?" Midoriya asked carefully. The whole room silently thanking him for being the one to ask.

"Huh? Oh yeah, totally! I'm her/his/their man!" Kirishima smiled widely and gave a triumphant fist in the air.

*cue Denki, Mina, Sero, & Bakugou angry (but supportive ❤️) at you guys for not telling them*

— denki

Okay, this one is pretty funny.

Behind closed doors, Denki made it a habit to quickly kiss your lips before you two part ways. For example, when he leaves your dorm to sneak back to his, he gives you a quick peck before he leaves.

Everyone engaged in their own separate conversations waiting for class to begin.

Denki was sitting on your desk while you sat normally in your chair. Mina, Sero, Kirishima and Bakugou were gathered around holding a conversation about the homework that was due today and how it was harder than usual.

"Alright, everyone to your seats." Aizawa said as he walked into the classroom. Everyone audibly sighed and sulked back to their seats.

"I'll see you after class, babe." Denki as he leaned down to give you a quick kiss on the lips.

Now...

It only registered until after he pulled away from you that he kissed you in front of everyone.

You guys just stared at each other like "😀"

1A: 🤨🧐🤭

Aizawa: 🧍🏻🗿

"I don't care what you guys do outside of class.. but PDA isn't allowed in the classroom."

Yes, Aizawa put y'all on blast and if you weren't already embrassed, you are now.

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differentkettleoffishalltogether · 3 years

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#1 Fan [Part 1/2]

Summary: Spencer knows he’s seen his new neighbor somewhere before.

A/N: This was a blurb request from my sideblog that got completely out of hand so here she is as a full fic! (We’re gonna pretend like I know how OnlyFans works)

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Fluff & Smut

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, masturbation (male & female), voyeurism(?), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 2.9k

Request: “Blurb about basically the same fic as the other one except she just moved in and he recognizes her as the person he subs to on OF. She’s describing her hot neighbor- and yeah” from @thatsonezesty13

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The first time Spencer sees her in the lobby grabbing her mail he thinks he’s in a dream. Or maybe he’s seeing things. For a second he’s terrified that he’s having a hyper-realistic, yet somehow mundane, wet dream.

He’s been subscribed to her for a while. To be honest once he’d found her account he didn’t have much of a need to subscribe to anyone else. She was almost tailor made for him, it was sort of scary.

So when he saw her that day, and she smiled at him, giving him a small wave as she passed him in the hall, his heart all but stopped.

That night he checked her page. He compared the pictures of the sweet girl in the hall with the ones in front of him. The photos where she was wearing next to nothing, or sometimes nothing at all. The ones where she had her fingers inside of her panties, or her mouth.

He ended up spiraling that evening, partially forgetting why he was even looking in the first place. Until he was watching videos of her, fucking into herself with a toy until she was squirting onto her bedsheets.

The following morning when he woke up he tried to convince himself that it wasn’t her. How could it be? And if it was, would he have to stop looking? Something felt a bit perverted about that.

So he pushed the thoughts from his head. And that lasted all of 10 seconds because there was a knock on his front door. When he opened it up it was her standing there, the girl from the mailboxes, and the girl from the videos. He knew they were one and the same, who was he kidding?

“Hi!” She sticks out her hand to introduce herself, “I think I saw you the other day, I’ve just moved into the building, Y/N.”

He knows her name already, well he knows her first name, and part of him’s a little surprised it’s not fake.

He takes a moment to consider her hand, he wouldn’t usually shake a strangers hand like this but for some reason he didn’t feel like she was a stranger. The real reason her didn’t want to shake her hand was because of all the things he’d pictured her doing with them. Touching herself, touching him.

But he’s hesitated for too long, so he takes her hand, shaking it gently, “Spencer, Dr. Spencer Reid. Nice to— uh, meet you” he has to force his breaths out or they might not come. Looking at her up close, in person, she was too beautiful. And he already thought that about her pictures.

“Well it’s nice to meet you, I always like to know the folks in my building. And especially you if we’re gonna be neighbors”

“Neighbors?” He tries to stop his eyes from popping out of his head but she doesn’t seem to notice. She just nods happily.

“Yup, I’m right on the other side of that wall” she points to her right and giggles, “knock if you need me” she jokes but Spencer’s breathing stops entirely and he can only nod.

“So um, if you wanted to hang out or anything you know where to find me” she smiles at him and starts to head back to her apartment.

He’s not sure what’s come over him, but it feels like adrenaline is coursing through his entire body as he speaks.

“I’m free right now if you’re not busy?” He asks before she can get too far away but she shakes her head.

“I’ve actually gotta head out for a bit but if you’re free tomorrow do you wanna come over and see my place. I’m sure it’s probably the exact same as yours but—”

“Yes!— I mean, um, yeah, that sounds nice, cool” she laughs at him a little, probably at his eagerness, or maybe at the way he’s blushing, he can feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.

“See you then Spencer, Dr. Spencer Reid” she giggles and he’s smitten already.

— —

He’s pretty much counting down the seconds until the following evening. His mind is completely restless, he’s got no idea what to wear or how to act, or what to say.

She was just so pretty, he could barely have a 2 minute conversation with her in the hallway. How was he supposed to hang out with her for an evening.

She slips a note under his door the following afternoon:

I’m on my way out but I should be back around 8! See you then x

He wishes he didn’t stare at the little ‘x’ on the note for quite so long but he couldn’t help it. Even her handwriting was cute.

He doesn’t want to think about why he knows her already but he can’t help it. He decides that he’s not going to look at her page again, taking a cold shower as part of his preparation for that evening before agonizing over what to wear.

He settles on a purple sweater and he already feels like he’s made the wrong call somehow as he’s knocking on her door at 8pm on the dot.

“Well aren’t you punctual” she smiles at him as she pulls open the door. His stomach drops when he realizes that he recognizes the little dress she’s wearing. He’s seen her take it off before. He tries to steady his breathing but it doesn’t work super well so he just waves hello as she ushers him inside.

“I guess you got my note then” she smiles and he smiles back.

“Yeah, your— um— handwriting is really nice” he wants to slap himself in the face. What kind of complement was that?

“Thank you?” she giggles at him, “no ones ever said that before, you’re a bit of an oddball” she points him to the sofa so he sits.

When she comes to sit next to him she’s holding a bottle of wine and two glasses and he has to stop his eyes from bulging out of his head.

“Would you like a glass?” She asks and he nods his head, it probably wasn’t a great idea, but neither was any of this. She hands him a glass of wine and takes the seat next to him on the couch, turning to face him as she tucks her legs up under herself.

“So Spencer Reid, what kind of doctor are you?” she asks as she takes a sip from her own glass.

“I’m—um— I work at the FBI actually, I— I’m a profiler” he’s already conscious that he doesn’t want to bore her by harping on about work, or by rambling like he does right before people usually roll their eyes. But she doesn’t, she leans in.

“That’s so cool, well it sounds like it is anyway? Does that mean you read people or something?” her eyes look like they're after lighting up and she's smiling at him encouraging.

“Y-Yeah? It’s sort of like reading people I guess. We catch killers by getting inside their heads in a way, trying to figure out why they’re doing what they’re doing, and hopefully what they’re gonna do next so that we can stop it. It’s a little more complicated than that, but that’s the gist” he’s smiling now too, the way she’s looking at him makes him feel like he’s actually doing a sort of good job not embarrassing himself.

“So you said my handwriting was nice” she says, gears clearly turning, “Can you read anything about me from that?” she looks like she's challenging him, if he didn’t know better he might call it flirting.

“Well actually graphology—sorry— handwriting analysis has been deemed a pseudoscience by most, the validity of handwriting as evidence in court has always been dubious and many of the techniques used today are the same as those employed in Renaissance England.” he rambles but she’s still engaged when he stops speaking.

“So you’re smart smart, huh?” she smiles at him, and he nods.

“I don’t believe intelligence can be neatly quantified but I do have an IQ of 187” he feels paradoxically stupid saying that, it feels like bragging or something and he already wants to take it back.

“Wow, a doctor with an IQ of 187” she takes a second to mull it over, “What are you doing hanging out with the likes of me?” she jokes, but his eyebrows knit together, he had no idea what she did, other than that thing he knew she did.

“I wouldn't sell yourself short like that, what do you do?” he asks her, at the very least it’ll stop him from spiraling.

“I work in a vintage bookstore, the one two blocks over?” She motions behind her as she tells him, and he knows it well, in fact he spends so much time there that he’s shocked he’d never seen her before.

“You work there? I’m there all the time, how have I never noticed you before?” she chuckles at him.

“I’ve only just started, I just moved in, remember?” and he wants to slap himself again, something about being around such a pretty face slashed that impressive IQ in half.

They spend another while and the rest of the bottle of wine getting to know each other before Spencer has to call it a night. Part of him wished that she was boring, or rude, or hated him, then maybe he’d be able to quell his infatuation. But this just made it worse, now that he knew her, now that he had spoken to her and she was so sweet, so smart, so funny, and still so damn pretty. He was absolutely fucked.

— —

He swears to himself that the wont look at her page again. Now that he knew her and he liked her more than he even did before, it felt like a real invasion. Part of him still felt bad about it in general, like he should've told her right away, been up front. But the moment for that had already passed so this was his next best plan.

Until he returns home the following Friday. He’s exhausted when he crawls into bed but he’s still somehow restless, the gears still turning in is brain. So he does what he always does when he wants to forget about everything else in the world.

His muscle memory opens it up, and he’s on her page before he even realizes he's done it. And she’s posted a few new videos this week. He wishes he had better willpower, or any willpower at all, but he can’t seem to stop himself from clicking on one.

It begins with her kneeling on her bed, wearing lingerie he’d seen before, it was baby pink and it was one of his favorites. She starts by dipping her fingers into her panties, teasing herself as little moans toppled from her lips. Then she started talking.

“I’m gonna tell you guys about a little dream I had last night, well, I’ve been having it all week really” she continues to tease herself a little, her other hand coming up to grab her breast over her soft pink bra as she speaks. Her voice is smooth and perfect, if he only had the audio he’d still be turned on right now.

“It goes like this. I’m lying in this bed right here, doing something a little like this, when there’s a knock at my front door. When I get up to answer it he’s there, with his shaggy brown hair, and his huge doe eyes, and he’s got these lips that are just so fuckin’ pink. I want them all over me. He comes inside and he grabs me with those huge hands of his and he pulls me right into him before he kisses me.” she moans a little as her fingers brush right up against her clit, but Spencer’s vision has almost gone blurry.

He’s not sure he’s even breathing when she starts talking again. “Then I lead him to my bedroom, and I get him out of those clothes. He dresses like an english teacher and I wish I didn’t find it so fuckin’ hot. Sometimes in the fantasy I take his cock in my mouth, I suck him off until he’s whimpering. Other times I can’t wait, I just need him to fuck me right away.” she takes off her panties then, leaving them to one side, while she grabs a toy from her bedside table.

“I like to fuck myself with this, but all week I’ve just been imagining that it’s him. He’s just so pretty, I know his cock has to be too. I want to know what it feels like when he’s buried inside me, so fuckin’ deep” she continues to fuck herself with the toy, and he’s tuned back in now, he’s achingly hard without even noticing, his hand wrapping around his cock as he pictures the other side of that fantasy.

It doesn’t take long before he's releasing, spilling all over his hand in tandem with the video. She takes a moment to relax, steadying out her breathing before she speaks to the camera again.

“I think I have a crush guys” she gasps out, “I moved, and I think I’ve got a crush on my fuckin’ neighbor already”

Not that he needed any more confirmation, but those words hit him like a fucking train.

It’s already midnight, it’s not so late that he couldn’t go over there, but it sort of is late enough that he shouldn’t. He really can’t bring himself to care though, getting out of bed and cleaning himself up he decides to ride this uncharacteristically confident wave as far as it’ll take him.

He’s knocking on her door before he’s had a chance to second guess himself. When she answers she’s in a little robe, it’s ivory and satin, and he recognizes it too. He doesn’t say anything, neither does she. They just look at each other for a little too long, eyes taking each other in. He wants to lean in and kiss her, just like in her fantasy, but he’s not that guy.

“Hi” he breathes out instead, “I know it’s late, sorry, I shouldn’t be here—but I— I just wanna say” he pauses to take in a labored breath, “I like you a lot and I think you’re really pretty and funny and smart and would you wanna go out sometime? With me? Maybe?” he doesn't realize he’s closed this eyes until he’s got to pry them back open.

“Well that’s not how the fantasy was supposed to go” she giggles, her eyelashes fluttering as she looks up at him and the blush that’s steadily spreading up his face and neck.

“What do you— I don’t— what?” he’s stammering, doing a god awful job of playing dumb.

“In my video, you were just supposed to kiss me. This isn’t as sexy but it is a hell of a lot better”

“I don’t— I’m not—” he can’t get a sentence out, he’s got no idea what’s happening right now.

“It’s alright Dr. 187, I know it’s you” some part of him genuinely wants to throw up. Why did he think that would be an innocuous username. He was the stupidest genius alive.

“I’m sorry, I should've told you. I had no idea how, I just never thought— how could I have known you’d move in next door to me? And that you’d be even prettier in person but you’d be so cool too” he’s got to cut himself off before he really starts apologetically rambling.

“Spencer stop. It’s fine. I make that content for people to enjoy, you’ve got nothing to feel guilty about. I made that video because I wanted you to see it, that was intentional.” she reaches out and places a hand on his shoulder, and it’s more comforting than it has any right to be.

“Was that—your fantasy—the uh the video—were you telling the truth?” he can feel his heart absolutely racing in his chest as he waits for the answer. And she breaks out in a huge smile, nodding up at him.

“Every word.” he doesn’t let himself overthink it this time, he just leans right in, pressing his lips to hers. It’s soft and gentle, a sweet kiss rather than a heated one, it’s not just infatuation, there are feelings behind it now. He can feel her lips smiling against his own and his heart’s fit to burst now.

When they break apart she looks giddy with excitement, her hands come down to the little bow that holds her robe closed, toying with the ends of the tie. “I’m actually about to make a video now if you’d like to see behind the scenes?” she asks and his breath gets stuck in his throat.

“Fuck” he rasps, “You’ve got no idea how much I want to do that” he pauses, scolding himself in his head already, “But I think I wanna take you to dinner first, if you still want that?”

She’s grinning at him again, “I still really want that, tomorrow night?”

“Tomorrow night.”

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pebblesrus · 3 years

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Eliot has a classic addictive personality - devotion and addiction are two sides of the same coin. I would like to join you in this niche addict!Eliot au/headcanon/naughty step.

Addicted to anything that will fill the hole (not drugs never drugs you're absolutely right) - and combined with The Worst AU is. Mm. Delicious. He's addicted to Moreau he's addicted to the team he loves it he hates it he needs it. How do you leave when you can't tell the difference between love and craving? When the thought of leaving cramps your stomach and makes your heart race and you gasp for breath - is it love or withdrawal?

Anyways. Pls share any and all thoughts you might have. <3

YEAH THAT’S THE THING. eliot is a collection of red flags but still has control over everything he does. but, the reason i don’t have a hc* about eliot being addicted to something is because i think he is but it’s pain so we don’t talk about it because it’s his job

*to me, a hc is something that occurs inside canon and an au is something that occurs anywhere from just to the left of canon to outer space. this is a personal preference of how i differentiate them and is not actually important sorry 4 the sidebar

under the cut bc this is a hard topic also bc i have a problem and it’s uhhh 4 pages long

background

so i kinda lost it in the comments on this post, finch i am deeply sorry

this is too much ummmmmm so there exists in my brain a very niche au where eliot is addicted to…something. anything to take the pain away. alcohol. sex. pain itself. gambling. hell, stealing? he is working with a group of thieves after all. (but not drugs, never drugs. nothing more than an ibuprofen if alec really begs with his eyes. bc if he goes down that path he’ll never be strong enough to come up for air)

and like. his addition informs his whole relationship with nate and calling nate out on his shit. eliot’s personally gone too far (he’s not worth helping) but nate is a Good Man who had something awful happen to him (eliot is a bad man who did something awful). but at some point he starts to trust the team with bits and pieces of this Problem etc etc. but hell au version like. it just all goes real fuckin wrong HUH

i have a post somewhere abt nate & eliot & alcohol its just so compelling 2 me 2 compare characters in ways that no one should

so i did find the time i talked about eliot and nate and addition, here, cut down for relevant portions:

do you ever wonder if eliot doesn’t drink (to the point of drunk) because he’s afraid of who it will make him? because alcohol is a drug and drugs make him lose control.

because control is the only thing that keeps him together. without it—it’s harder to not kill someone who hurts others (like he used to) and it’s easier to forget who he used to be.

nathan ford, furnace of rage, drank because he hurt and he couldn’t live all his pain. but eliot knows nothing but pain—how to endure it, how to inflict it—but he doesn’t know who he would be without it.

“you ever count them?” “there’s nothing you can do, no punishment you can hand out that’s worse than what i live with every day. so, to answer your question, no. no, I haven’t counted. i don’t need to.”

if he could (artificially) drown himself, would he ever come up for air?

okay so as i said, my general hc for eliot is that he does not need a vice because his job is his vice, because, well,

“you fight like something's trying to get out of you.”

but, for an au with an addiction (but not hell au)

i think the addition would start after moreau. because the two worst parts of eliot’s life were working for a pmc and working for moreau. after the pmc toby saved him. but after moreau? it takes seven years before he is fully free of his past (end of s5). [timeline, for reference]

and if he’s going to get addicted to something, it’s gotta be in at least the 3 years between moreau and joining leverage.

another thing i wrote earlier was,

“the worst thing i ever did in my entire life i did for damien moreau. and i— i'll never be clean of that.”

the thing is, eliot never denies that he did bad things. he never tires to justify them. he never—okay so what i said on an earlier post was, there might be a single “worst” act he’s committed but what’s more damaging‚ more of a reason he does not deserve happiness‚ is that the worst thing is what was done to him and what he allowed himself to do and what that made him become. nothing fucks u up like thinking things aren’t Bad Enough until you look back 3 years later and ur brain has been rewired [x]

and also,

“every one of moreau's men has innocent blood on their hands, every one of ‘em. every one of ’em... are worse than me.”

it starts with they’ve got blood on their hands but he doesn’t say they’ve done worse than him. he says they are worse than him. because it’s not about the act it’s about the person you have to be to complete that act. the worst thing he’s ever done—t’s not the bloodiness he doesn’t want the team to know about, it’s the inhumanity. [x]

all of this to say, eliot doesn’t lie—he doesn’t even try to lie. he never pretends he’s a good man. [x]

so in this entire decade where all he can see when he closes his eyes are the faces of the people he’s killed,

there’s this quote i like about addiction—every addiction arises from an unconscious refusal to face and move though your own pain. every addiction starts with pain and ends with pain. whatever the substance you are addicted to—alcohol, food, legal or illegal drugs, or a person—you are using something or somebody to cover up your pain. (eckhart tolle)

eliot can’t face his pain anymore. being freelance means he doesn’t get in fights often enough to hide the real pain behind bruised ribs. so he turns to something else. i honestly can’t choose what. there’s a good argument for many addictions, all except actual painkillers.

an au with addiction, hell au version

i think that moreau would not let eliot have an addiction.

i also think that moreau knows eliot. he sees the possibly and takes it away. i talk about eliot as an enforcer for moreau but i think that he’s more than that—not even getting to the personal level of things (that he means more to moreau)—in a purely employer-employee-transactional way, eliot is too valuable to the organization to take hits. so moreau doesn’t let him. doesn’t let him have any outlet. he controls every other part of eliot’s life, why not this too?

(uhh this is kinda related, but i have a pre canon hc where moreau pits his men against each other like a dog fight. and when eliot has pissed him off he throws eliot in but eliot is Not Allowed to take hits. it’s not that eliot cares about the men he works with, but like, he's trying to forget what he’s doing on a day to day basis, he doesn’t want to come home to more of it, he doesn’t want to have to look his coworker in the face tomorrow to see the violence in him reflected in the form of a black eye etc etc (yeah......u dont wanna be in my brain))

SO ANYWAY. in the hell au i think the addiction would happen later. not post moreau because there is no post moreau. it would happen exactly when no one would suspect it—when he’s about to get out.

he’s spent six years with moreau, 2 years with the team, and he’s a fucking disaster, because, as i said in another post,

he cooks for damien because he cares, he cooks for the team because he cares. [x] he is damien’s personal guard dog because he cares, he is the team’s hitter because he cares. damien is in danger when he’s off robin-hood-ing, the team is in danger when he goes home (literally or figuratively) to moreau.

and it’s not love…..but is it? and how is he supposed to choose [x]

like you just said, he’s addicted to the team, he’s addicted to moreau.

love and dependency look a lot a like when you see the world through blood stained glasses (or, the world is blurry because you couldn’t stand the red flecks that stuck to the lenses that you could never seem to completely scrub off).

so, while he is playing cat and mouse with himself and moreau is putting him through the wringer worse than ever before and the team is counting on him to take down the man he might actually be loyal too—

it’s all too much.

and he turns to this addiction.

he’s doing enough jobs, taking enough hits to make any other addict cave. but it’s still not enough. this is eliot spencer. after all. he’s got 9 lives worth of trauma. he needs 18 lives of penance.

again,

“you fight like something's trying to get out of you.”

“what i need to control is not out there. it's here. always.”

“every one of ‘em. every one of ’em... are worse than me.”

“there’s nothing you can do, no punishment you can hand out that’s worse than what i live with every day.“

and now, in this hell au, the only good thing he’s ever had in his life—this team, the only people who have ever looked at him like he’s a Person and not a Monster—he’s about to destroy.

so he drowns all that in something.

#tw addiction #hi i am SO sorry this took so long for me to answer i had to really sit down with my computer to think #so this is essentially the background of how i think eliot would come to an addiction under different circumstances #pls dont ask me things unless u want uhhh literally 1500 words about it i am sorry for everyone who is forced to perceive this post #i literally. cannot proof read this. bc i will just write more.#but uhh if anyone ever wants to see inside my brain pls feel free to ask i cannot promise u answers that make sense <3 #this is my niche and no i will not be responsible with it <3 #moreau's fiddle game au #damien moreau #eliot spencer #leverage

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drabbles-of-writing · 3 years

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What is Luz like in the adopted au? Would hunter not get her insistence to return to the human realm? I imagine it makes her quarrel in hunting palismans hurt more because she'd also be leaving behind her psuedo brother in that case. Just like, the angst potential of having everything going for her in the boiling isles and having a family there vs her mom in the human realm. I'd imagine hunter also really would not want to lose Luz either, so eda king and Hunter have a little struggle on that part

Hunter absolutely insisted on Luz going back to the human realm when they first met, but he knows that Eda has a soft spot for wayward kids (she already has 2 of them) so he didn't fight all that much when Eda let her stay. he somewhat ignored her existence for a little bit before getting dragged into her shenanigans, which resulted in that brief period where Hunter resented Luz's careless use of wild magic after he'd been studying for years and Luz just thought he plain hated her and they had a fight in my last post, but they made up no worries they came to an understanding that they're both just weirdos in their own realm and agree to work together on glyphs

but yeah, after that both of them pretty easily slip into a sibling kind of bond and have some Revelations. Luz's revelation that Hunter is like her pseudo-brother isn't all that grand, its basically the same as her realizing she loves Eda and King, its more of just a "huh. that was. not what i was expecting. weird" meanwhile Hunter is losing his mind because "oh god i have a sister now what the FUCK" which does Not bode well when Luz starts worrying about what her plan is when they get the portal to go back home. she doesn't want to leave everyone but she can't just abandon her mom, shes gotta be worried Sick. and Hunter Does Not want her to leave either, hes got this attachment issue you see wherein for a brief period of time he'd have thoughts like "well. what if i stop her from ever finding a portal" before he throws that shit out instantly he is Not doing that to Luz, and is very torn up that he even thought that in the first place.

this cultivates in some Character Development where when Luz realizes there's a Fake Luz with her mom and she begins to doubt and worry that maybe her mom would be better with the Fake Luz, after all thats the perfect normal daughter, and maybe its best if she just never goes back, Hunter is the one who grabs her like "okay first of all we are NOT having you give up after all that. second of all, your mom loves you, you said so yourself, and from the way you talk about her, i believe it. just because your not normal doesnt mean shes gonna love you any less. you,,,deserve to have a family who loves you like that. lord knows i wouldve loved to have it with the first one i got. also thats a changeling and we need to beat it up before it does something evil" yadda yadda. its sort of him encouraging Luz that doubles as his final goodbye and acceptance that he loves his little sister and if this is whats gonna make her happy, he can let her go. they end up finding a compromise so Luz can stay in both places but MAN did Hunter go through a lot emotionally

#asks #adopted au #the owl house #hunter #luz noceda #camila noceda #eda clawthorne #king #creepy luz #toh #siblings #golden guard #the golden guard #luz #camila

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 3 years

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Here’s another thought based off this blurb I wrote.

Reader Insert.

CW: Smut adjacent.

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You’re just on the couch, feet propped up on the edge of the coffee table still scrolling through TikTok. Calum’s taken resident up in your lap, head resting on your thighs and his phone is preoccupying him too. That TikTok keeps coming back to your head, the sudden change from the soft voice over to Corpse’s voice. It looks some lurking, and lots of Googling on how to actually make a TikTok, but in the search you come up with a plan. It in some part requires Calum to trust you.

“Babe?” you start, running your fingers through his hair.

“Yeah?”

“Can I make a TikTok of you?”

He looks up, tearing his gaze from his phone. “What-what you are you thinking about?”

“Using the same sound off the same video I showed you. Just tickles, really,” you say.

“God, I hate tickles. But sure, I guess.”

You kiss his nose, “Thanks, babe.”

“Do I need to do anything?”

“Nah, just say comfy,” you encourage, kissing his forehead.

He nods, turning his head just a little to kiss at your tummy. “I can do that.” As the countdown starts, you drag your fingers over his scalp. The song plays and your fingers move into his armpits and he giggles. His natural reaction is to squeeze his arms to his side. It ultimately keeps your hand trapped but you laugh just a little at his response.

As the bass drops and Corpse’s voice filters through, you’re able to wriggle your hand free and slide it over his chest. He settles, peering up at you to see if you’re done. In this action, you’re able to slip your hand up to his throat and give it a small squeeze. The surprise isn’t missed as Calum gasps for just a second before a tiny tiny moan escapes him. His eyes flutter for just a moment. You’re positive the audio is done by now but you do lean down to press a kiss to his lips.

Calum’s not one to usually submit, but it’s there. He does like to be taken care of sometimes and it tends to happen when things get stressful with work or when he’s got a lot on his plate. And it’s not that he can’t take care, it’s not like he can’t take care of things, but sometimes it’s have someone else do it. It’s nice to have someone else please him.

And truth be told, the action should shock him. He should recoil given that you just tickled him, but there’s a gleam in your eyes when you leaned into him. You looked so proud to see him respond that way, to see him trust you, so he pull himself into a seating position and cups your cheek. “You didn’t tell me that was part of the bit.”

You’re acutely aware to save the draft, but your phone is the last of your worries. “Wanted it to be a surprise.”

The distance between you two is short, and grows even shorter as you push up and Calum leans in. His nose brushes over yours. “Considered me surprised.” The pad of his thumb strokes your cheek before he drags his whole palm down and cups your throat in return.

You push forward to seal his mouth in a kiss, peeling his hand away from your flesh. The kiss is short before you pull away. “I don’t think you get to call the shots right now, baby.”

Calum can only let out a shaky exhale as you kiss over the side of his neck, “Okay.”

Calum’s head rests on your chest, the blanket draped on the back of the couch thrown over the both of you. His fingers trace over your sides slowly. Your fingers are scratching over his scalp. “Do you remember if we got Oreos last trip to the store?” you ask quietly. Your fingers move down to the muscle of his back, scratching just a little at the flesh.

“We did. But I can’t say any is left,” he laughs, sitting up. “Which might entirely be my fault, but that’s neither here nor there.” He redresses but drapes the blanket back over you, even goes as far as to tuck the ends around you.

“I am not prisoner to the couch,” you tease.

“You must certainly are.” While Calum checks the kitchen for Oreos, you redress mostly but rewrap yourself in the blanket.

“Huzzah, a full sleeve is left,” Calum declares from the kitchen and then rushes back into the living room. He plops down behind you, resting the package in your lap. You feed him the first one and the voice from the TV surround the two of you. The two of you enjoy the sleeve and then eventually move into the bedroom to wash up and retire under the sheets.

The next morning when you check your phone, as you open the Twitter app your notifications are absolutely flooded. You check to see what happened. Normally, there’s a tweet about you here and there, but you turned off notifications just in general to be safe. But you still checked it periodically. As the tweet loads, you pull your brows down into confusion. Didn’t know they got it on like THAT!

When you scroll up in the chain, you spy the TikTok. You could’ve sworn you had only saved the draft not published it. But when you change to the TikTok app, you realize at the top of your profile is the video. “Holy shit.” You climb out of bed and scurry to find Calum. You’re already trying to get your fingers to stop shaking so you can delete the video. But at this point it is too late, you realize. “Babe?” you call out into the house. “Babe?!”

“Outside,” comes his reply and you spin around and hurry down to the open backyard doors.

“Babe, I’m so sorry,” you rush out.

Calum takes in the panic in your eyes and how your phone is wobbling in your hand. “Hey, hey, whatever it is, we’ll work through it, okay?” But all you can seem to do is just apologize. He nods, guiding you into his chest and rubs his hand up and down your back. “Ssh, take a deep breathe.”

“I-I thought the video was just a draft,” you say more but it gets slightly muffled as you press your face deeper into his skin.

Calum can deduce the problem though. “But you published it by accident?” he asks. You nod. “And I can only assume it only took a matter of time before fans found it huh?” You give another nod.

A sigh leaves his chest and you pull back, “I-I deleted it once I found out and it’s a throwaway account. It’s not even my face as the profile picture you know? I-I thought I was being safe.”

“Shit happens,” Calum returns, using his fingers to wipe away the tears. “It’s out there now. What else can we do?”

“I’m so sorry.”

He kisses your forehead. “I accept your apology. Let’s get some waffles, want waffles?”

You’re not sure how Calum can be so calm about this. “You’re-you’re not mad. After everything?”

“You posting something by accident isn’t the same, okay? Besides, that video is the most harmless thing that’s come out. You know, none of us are saints, nor do we pretend to be saints.” He shrugs. “Besides, what a way to confirm a relationship, you know?”

The two of you had been dating for a while, two years and some change. You had popped up occasionally in an Instagram posts and you two got spotted here and there hanging out. But you were pretty good at keeping your face hidden or turned away from paps when you could spot them. One picture of your face had surfaced, really early on. But not much since then.

Of course, the fans still speculated after all these years that you two were still together but neither you or Calum had done anything to confirm it. It didn’t bother you, you kinda liked the secrecy. It was easier to ignore the occasional tweet about your relationship but most fans had a feeling nothing would ever really be said.

Until now.

And sure, Calum is right on some front. You can’t really do anything about it now. The video is out and no doubt making its rounds. “I’m just going to delete the account, but yes to waffles.”

“If you want to, then I won’t stop you. But really I’m not mad.”

You take a moment to look at him, study his gaze. It’s steady, he looks more concerned than anything else. “Sorry,” you say one last time. It’s clear that there’s not much else that he can say that will ease your fear.

He presses another kiss to forehead, rubbing his hands over your arms. “Let’s go get dressed and eat waffles.”

You nod and it finally dawns on you that Calum had been out with Duke and you spy him laying your and Calum’s feet, completely content to stretch out the rest of the day. You kiss Calum’s cheek and then pick up Duke to nuzzle your nose into his fur. “Oh, buddy, bath time soon for you,” you laugh, but Duke just nuzzles into you.

You settle onto the edge of the bed and Duke rests on your lap. You delete the TikTok account. There’s thousand of tweets it seems, so many comments and you can only imagine that Instagram is going to look the same so you take point not to look at it and to stop looking at Twitter as well. It’s not going to do anything good for you at this point.

As you pull clothes from the dressers and closet, Calum returns to the bedroom. He walks pass you but takes a moment to squeeze your elbow three times. You turn to watch him disappear into the attached bathroom but smile just a little. Three squeezes, always a way to say I love you without necessarily saying it. You two use it most often when you and Calum go out into public, or at parties. Two squeezes means let’s go/there’s a problem. But three, and no more than three is your secret way to say I’m always there with you and for you.

The car ride is quiet, but you hold Calum’s hand like always. It’s easy enough to slip into the breakfast diner. You pick at the corner of the napkin the utensils are wrapped in. The waiter is quick to get your orders. But you’ve stayed silent still. “Look, if waffles don’t fix this, I will go to extreme measures,” he teases after trying to gain your attention.

You roll your eyes, but smile. “God, let’s not do that either.”

He laughs and takes your hand. “I mean, I would always go to the extreme measures for you.”

“Thanks.” The waitress comes back around to refill your water glasses and assure you your food will be coming out soon. “Wanna go to Lowe’s after this? Still gotta find materials for those shelves in your music room.”

He nods. “Yeah we can check them out. But if you stop me from buying my string of pearls, I will riot.”

“I want one just as much as you do, but we need a place for it first.”

“Nonsense. No plan. Just buy.”

Your food is brought out a couple of minutes later and the waffles do make you feel a little bit better, but right in the back of your head is the morbid curiosity to check what is happening on social media. You struggle against it continue to eat on. The sun’s a little brighter as you and Calum leave the diner. You keep your head down and walk a little behind him, but he reaches back, wiggling his fingers for you.

“You sure?” you whisper.

“What are paps going to get now that’s news?” There’s a devilish grin on his face and you give in, catching up and taking his hand. You’re pretty sure you can spot a pap or two but you don’t think too much about it as you stride side by side with Calum.

In the Lowe’s you keep close to Calum, finding the right size planks that would be needed. He drags you over to the plants and allow yourself to be dragged over. “You’re the one that got me hooked on this. This is your fault,” he teases. And you’ll admit it is kinda your fault. You wanted to bring in a few house plants, which Calum admitted to avoiding because he wasn’t home a lot. Though you weren’t sure how that logical applied to a dog, but never the less, your interest in house plants has rubbed off on Calum.

You steer the pallet around with the planks you’re going to use for the shelves, long with the brackets and screws. You might’ve taken over a corner if the garage with some power tools and a small saw for some home projects you’ve wanted to take on. And so now, you tend to take up to some handy projects around the house and Calum’s always there to help hold whatever you need him to hold.

“There are already three plants on this things, let’s slow down,” you tease.

“Never,” he replies, placing another one down. “Kitchen window?”

You nod. “Sounds good to me.”

When you two get home, you unload the planks into the garage and Calum finds his gardening gloves to move the plants into some pots. You watch him settled onto the steps that lead up from the garage into the house, gently pat some extra soil around the plant. “Want some help repotting?”

“It’s only two more,” he returns but does look up pushing his lips out for a kiss. You laugh and kiss him but check the soil on two he’s finished potting to see if they need water. “Can you add a little water to that first one for me?”

“Of course.” It’s not long before you add a little water to the plant and you settle in front of him, snapping a photo of the concentration on his face. It’s slightly obstructed by the baseball cap, but you angle it well enough.

“Cutie,” you whisper and pinch his cheeks.

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” he laughs. The last plant potted, he turns his attention back to you. “How’s it going? You okay now?”

You shrug. “Better, I guess. Still feel bad.”

“That’s valid. It’s okay if you still feel bad. But all in all, we’re okay. If you’re worried.” You nod, fingers rubbing over leaves gently. “Check my Instagram.” That’s all he says before turning around and head inside with one of the plants.

You stay seated and pull up the platform. When you find Calum’s profile, you a new post. It’s a series, indicated by the white square icon in the top right corner. The first one is hardly a photo of you from years ago but the other two in it are more recent, the last actually a video of you struggling to get some of the planks from the display in Lowe’s. Calum’s voice floats through your speaker and the camera bounces a little as he moves in to help. “Let me help. You’re going to kill yourself trying to do all that by yourself,” he laughs.

“In my will, I will leave you everything then,” you counter and hoist the plank up.

The video is still rolling and captures you grinning as you pointing just off screen, “To plants for my good sir?”

He giggles. “To plants!” and the video ends.

Here’s a very short collection of two years and 3 and a half months, reads the caption and that’s all.

“Calum,” you call out, grabbing the string of pearls and head inside. He shuffles to a stop having been coming around the corner. “I love you. Your post is sweet. Now where do we locate the newest plant baby?”

“Kitchen window. Other will are going in the office.” You go to step past him but he squeezes your elbow-- three times.

#calum hood #Calum Hood blurb #Calum Hood smut #Calum Hood smut adjacent #h writes #Calum Hood fanfic #Calum Hood imagine #Calum Hood x reader #Calum Hood x reader insert #5sos #5sos fanfic #5sos fic #5sos image

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Goromi Event: The Butterfly Who Dances in the Night

Alright lets kick off this blog with my translation of rggo’s Goromi Event: A butterfly that dances in the night!

As a disclaimer: I have studied japanese for coming up on 3 years now, but I’m not a professional translator and I’m nowhere near fluent! There will definitely be mistakes, but it should be mostly correct thanks to a lot of time on jisho and trawling through japanese explanations of kansai-ben. I originally posted this on the Minnesota Fats Clan discord, but I’m going to clean it up a bit here.

By the way, it’s really funny seeing Goromi next to these anime girl hostesses for the event page.

Summary: This is the setup to the Goromi encounter in Majima Everywhere, it’s how Goromi gets herself hired at club SHINE. It was a scratcher event so players had to gather as many scratchers as they could to redeem for prizes. Nishida had no idea that any of this was going to happen, and the entire plan was to get Kiryu so mad that he’d attack. Kiryu going on a date with Goromi was never even considered.

<2005...> <Kiryu has returned to Kamurocho after his jail time for killing Dojima> <Majima Family Office> Majima Family Goon: Fuwaaaa~ I'm tired. ...Hey, Nishida. Nishida: What's up? Goon: The boss has been in that room for a while now, what's he doing? Nishida: You're right... Nope, I don't know what he's up to. Goon: Usually he's on a rampage outside when he’s got any free time... Do you think he's watching porn? <Majima exits his office> Majima: Oi! Let's head out!! Both: H-HUH? <Name shifts to Goromi from now on> Goromi: Call a cab. We're going to pink street's club SHINE Both: ... Goromi: ... Both: ... Goromi: ... Both: ... Goromi: Say somethin' ya idiots!!! Both: I'm sorry!!! We'll prepare right away!!! <in the taxi> Goromi: ... Goon: ...Oi, Nishida Nishida: What's up. Goon: What is the boss doing? Nishida: I wish I knew... Goon: Man, even you don't know... Nishida: I hate... that I absolutely don't know what's going on Goromi: What are you two blabbin' about? Goon: S-Sorry!! We just kinda don't know what we're doing on this job... Goon: ...Wait, I got it now Nishida. This is "Waiting for penetration". I've heard about it before (TL note: yep that is also a euphemism for sex in japanese) Nishida: Waiting for... penetration?! Goon: Mhm, our boss is setting themself up as the "boke". They're overcome with a craving to be the boke in a comedy bit! (TL note: I am so in the weeds here but I think I got it) Nishida: I don't think that's it... Goon: I gotta be right! Surely their kansai blood is calling out to them! Goon: Well... we gotta answer to their bit! Nishida: I-I see...! <arrive at pink street> Goon: All right, let's do it Nishida! Nishida: Ehhhhh... Goon: W-wait up boss!! I want to know what you’ve done with your look!! Nishida: We should go all the way with it and shave your beard~~!! Goon: Aha, ahahaha!! Nishida: Ha, hahaha! Goon: I'm sorry boss, but your boke bit is the best- <get's taken out in one hit> Goromi: What the hell's so funny? Nishida: W-wait- <also gets knocked out> Goromi: Laughin' at a woman's appearance... You better apologize to Goromi! Nishida: G-Goro... mi? Goromi: Yep. Right now I ain't Majima Goro. I'm a butterfly dancing in the night. The name's Goromi. Ya better remember it. <Club Shine Backroom> Manager: Now... you're having an interview soon right? I hope she's good. Employee: B-Boss, I'm afraid we’ll be doing the interview right now. Manager: Ah, good good. Bring her in. Goromi: Thank you for inviting me. Manager: Who?? Goromi: Who my ass! I'm Goromi, and I'm gonna be takin' care of this store from here on. Manager: W-wait a minute... Goromi: What? Manager: Nonononono, you, you look like a man! Goromi: Is that some kinda problem? Manager: Oh, I guess I can't say anything... Wait, nononono, I'm not going to let you overrule me! Manager: B-bad, bad bad bad. No, you can't be hired! Please take your things and leave! Goromi: What the hell are ya saying? You're gonna throw away a priceless jewel like this? Manager: Surely you must understand. Maybe if your face was shaved or... Manager: No, nonono, it's not just about appearance. Working here requires that and skill, service, politeness, all of those are required! Manager: You don't even know the right way to sit!! Some clumsy, vulgar bowlegged person can't work here. No chance! Goromi: So if I meet all your standards, I'll get to work here. Manager: Ye- W-Well, you do have a tattoo... Goromi: I didn't see nothin' about tattoos bein' banned here. Manager: W-well that's... Goromi: That seems to be my answer. Manager: Nonono! That's not for you to decide! Manager: (But I'm also getting cornered... Think, I have to think of something!) Manager: (...That's it! I found it! A weakness I can use while still being respectable.) Manager: Goromi-san... do you know what the most important thing in a cabaret is? Goromi: Ah? What is it? Manager: It's that the customers can relax! This should be a place where they can relax even more than their own homes. Manager: That's our policy Goromi-san, so, I won't be able to hire you. Goromi: What the hell? Manager: You have a smell on you... the smell... of blood! Manager: Have you been in a lot of carnage? You can't hide that smell Manager: Being assaulted by such a smell... I'm unable to relax! Manager: That's our policy... So! I can't hire you! Goromi: If I could scrub that out, then you'd hire me? Manager: Ehh? Ehhhhhh... to get rid of that... well... Goromi: Is that perfume right there? Gimme just a little. Manager: Th-this perfume?? W-Well, no way, it's...extremely valuable! Manager: P-Plus... you can only get it from scratchers. So I can't give it to you! Goromi: Huh, guess I'll do that then. Manager: Eh? Goromi: The only reason ya won't hire me is my smell, and I can fix that with perfume. Goromi: I can get that perfume right there if I can get enough scratchers. Goromi: So I'll go get that scratcher perfume and come talk to ya again. Goromi: Then everything's roses and Goromi gets hired. That about right? Manager: Y-Yes... Goromi: Yes! You just wait here a sec. Manager: What a powerful woman... <scratcher event runs> <back at SHINE> Nishida and Goon: ................. Manager: ............ Goromi: What? Don't ya wanna tell me how I smell? Manager: ......Y-Yeah... It's like being in a flower garden. Goromi: So you're sayin' I don't reek of blood anymore? Manager: R-Right... Goromi: So then... Goromi got the job? Manager: Yeaaah... I look forward to working with you... Nishida: Um, I'm really sorry about my boss... We'll make up for any inconvenience... Manager: Thank you for your concern... Goon: Anyways, boss, you never did tell us why you became a cabaret girl...? Nishida: I also don't know why... Goon: To think I have to listen to you... Nishida: This is no good...! I'm going to be beaten again...! (tl note: it was really hard to tell who was talking to who here, so sorry if it’s confusing) Goromi: What a mess. Oi, Nishida! Nishida: Y-Yes? Goromi: Contact Kiryu-chan for me. Tell him that Goromi is waiting for him~ ❤️ Nishida: Eh? Kiryu-san...? Goromi: Obviously! This is all to get Kiryu-chan angry! Goon: ...How do you mean? Goromi: Gahhh! You really are an imbecile! Goromi: How? I wanna fight Kiryu-chan. Kiryu-chan don't feel like fightin' me. Goromi: Therefore, there's no choice but to change his mind. Basically I gotta get him riled up! Goromi: He comes to have a fun time at a cabaret club and ends up with a beard and an eyepatch- Goromi: It'll make Kiryu-chan'll get so mad! That'll be a fight! Bam! It's a perfect strategy! Everyone: .............. Everyone: I see...!

Here’s a little bonus content: during the event Goromi took over as shopkeeper and running the gatcha rolls

She would also comment on what you did

#yakuza #ryu ga gotoku #rggo #ryu ga gotoku online #Majima #Goromi #Nishida

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she's her daddy's girl, her momma's world- chapter 3

trick or treat

it's Maya's first holiday, they have to celebrate it properly

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“It’s Maya’s first holiday! It deserves to be celebrated properly! Even if she doesn’t remember it, you will!”

That’s what Jennifer Severide had told Stella over the phone last weekend. A package had been delivered to the loft addressed to Maya and inside was a orange pumpkin bucket filled with pacifiers, baby toys, and candy Maya was nowhere near ready or able to eat. The note inside told them the gift was from Kelly’s mom and he and Stella rolled their eyes. Jennifer had taken to her grandmother role seriously—Maya wasn’t even a month old yet and this was the third care package Jennifer had sent for her.

Kelly and Stella couldn’t blame her though. Maya was easy to love and even easier to spoil.

Jennifer’s excitement and dedication to being a grandmother was also the reason Stella was currently subjecting her three-week-old daughter to a Halloween costume fashion show over FaceTime.

Was it necessary for a newborn to have multiple Halloween costumes? No.

Did that stop Jennifer from buying four different costumes? Definitely not.

Was Maya, wearing a fuzzy white romper with bunny ears on the hood, the cutest thing Stella had ever seen? Absolutely.

“Oh Stella, that’s the one!” Jennifer’s excited voice came through the phone.

The camera was still pointed at Maya so Stella didn’t feel overly guilty about rolling her eyes at her mother-in-law. “She’s three weeks old Jennifer, does she really need a Halloween costume?”

“Come on Stella, look at her! She’s adorable!”

“I agree,” Stella said with a smile. “But it just seems like a lot, especially since I’m the only one who’s going to get to see it.”

“I’m sure her daddy would love to see a picture of her,” Jennifer replied with a smile. A doorbell rang through the phone, followed by muffled conversation. “Trick or treaters are here, I’ve gotta go. Give my grandbaby lots of kisses for me!”

Jennifer ended their call before Stella could say anything else, so she locked the phone and stuck it in her pocket. Stella looked at her daughter and smiled, picking the little girl up. “You do look really cute.”

Stella carried Maya into the living room. After grabbing herself some water and a snack, Stella settled on the couch and got Maya latched on and nursing.

As Maya ate, Stella aimlessly scrolled through social media on her phone. After a few minutes, Stella came across a new post on the Firehouse 51 Instagram—they were giving away candy at the station, calls permitting, and showing off the rigs to the trick-or-treaters in the area. An idea popped into Stella’s head, and she smiled. She knew Jennifer was right, Kelly would love to see a picture of Maya in her costume, but she was going to do one better than just sending him a picture.

Once Maya was done eating, Stella burped and changed her then put her on her playmat for a little bit of tummy time while Stella made herself a quick dinner. Maya was a relatively calm baby, never really crying unless she was hungry or needed changed. However, she absolutely hated tummy time. Hence the banshee-like cries coming from her after just a few seconds of being on her mat.

Stella got to a stopping point in the kitchen and returned to the living room to rescue Maya from that mean playmat.

“Shhhhh,” Stella soothed, gently bouncing and rocking the baby. Maya’s cries lessened once she was picked up, but she was still upset. “Do you want to go see daddy? Show him your cute little costume?”

Just the mention of her daddy calmed Maya instantly, drying her tears and turning her wails into nothing but sporadic whimpers and a hiccup or two. Stella rolled her eyes. “You are such a daddy’s girl.”

With Maya calm again, Stella made her way back into the kitchen to finish dinner. All the while, she playfully ranted to Maya. “One mention of ‘daddy’ and all is right in your world again. What about me, huh? What about mommy? I did carry you for ten months, birth you, AND I feed you whenever you want…but I guess that doesn’t compare to daddy, huh?”

Maya just blinked up at Stella, her blue eyes shining. Stella snorted. “Yeah, he is pretty great.”

Stella scarfed down her dinner one-handed, choosing to keep holding Maya instead of trying to put her down again. Then, Stella changed Maya’s diaper one more time before buckling her into her car seat. Stella grabbed her keys, checked her bag one more time to make sure she had everything Maya might need, and the two headed out towards Firehouse 51.

… … …

Despite the above average number of cars and the normal parking arrangements 51 abided by, Stella had managed to find a parking spot down the block firehouse. As she lifted Maya’s car seat out of the back, she was thankful they’d decided to go with one of the lighter ones. Short walk or not, car seats were heavy and Maya was over 10 pounds now.

Maya had fallen asleep on the car ride over and somehow managed to stay asleep the walk from the car to the firehouse, despite the sounds of the neighborhood.

The sun was just starting to set which meant it was still a little too early for trick-or-treaters and Stella and Maya would have just enough time to visit Kelly.

Stella walked into the station through the open bay doors and made her way to the kitchen and common room. Standing in the doorway, Maya still sleeping peacefully in her car seat, Stella watched the group in front of her. No one had noticed her yet; they were all too deeply invested in and entertained by the ‘best Halloween candy’ argument going on between Mouch and Herrmann and Capp and Tony. She smiled at the banter, realizing just how much she’d missed it since being on maternity leave.

Stella noticed Kelly was not with the others and assumed he was in his quarters so, after another minute or two, she headed across the app floor to the bunkroom. Sure enough, as she entered, Stella saw her husband in his quarters, slumped over his desk working on paperwork. Thankfully his door was open, so Stella walked right up to his office.

“Trick or treat,” Stella sing-songed, with a smile.

Kelly instantly turned to face her, his smile growing when he saw his wife. He got out of his chair and met Stella at the door with a kiss. “Hey, what are you doing here?”

“I saw the Firehouse 51 Instagram posted about passing out candy to trick or treaters and I thought I’d bring Maya by to visit,” Stella said. “You know, celebrate her first Halloween.”

Kelly smirked. “You’ve been talking to my mom, haven’t you?”

Stella laughed. “She called earlier, wanting to see Maya in all of the costumes she sent her. According to Jennifer, her first official holiday deserves to be celebrated even if Maya won’t remember it.”

“Yeah, that sounds like her.”

“Something good did come out of our conversation though,” Stella explained. She walked over to Severide’s bed, placed Maya’s car seat on it and began unbuckling her. The baby had woken up at the lack of motion, so her blue eyes were wide open as Stella lifted her out of the car seat. Stella made sure Maya’s hood was on and the bunny ears could be seen, then turned to show Kelly. “The cutest costume ever.”

Kelly’s smile shifted from one of happiness to one of absolute love. He reached forward and took his daughter from Stella, settling her in his arms. “Hey baby girl, aren’t you the cutest little bunny?”

“She is,” Stella agreed with a smile, stepping closer and booping Maya’s little nose.

Maya gave a small smile at her parents. It was one of her newest developments and it melted Kelly’s and Stella’s hearts each time they saw it.

The Severide family spent a few more minutes in Kelly’s quarters before they made their way back to the common room where the great candy debate was still going on. They went unnoticed as they entered, and Kelly and Stella exchanged amused looks.

“Hey, your first trick-or-treater is here!” Kelly announced to the room. He adjusted Maya’s position so she was propped against his chest, bunny costume on full display.

The others turned their attention to the Lieutenant and were instantly gushing over the sight of Maya in her costume.

Brett was the first to grab the baby, taking Maya in her arms with just a quick “hey Stella!” thrown over her shoulder.

Most of the others, who weren’t fast enough to beat Sylvie to the baby, gathered around to catch up with Stella, knowing they’d have to wait a while to see the baby. It was a well-known fact that Casey and Brett loved their goddaughter and were more than willing to pull rank in order to hold her first.

Everyone did get to hold her though and by the time Stella left the firehouse almost an hour later, she realized that Jennifer was right. Maya’s first Halloween did deserve to be celebrated, and spending the evening surrounded by people who loved her seemed to be a perfect way to do it.

#she's her daddy's girl her momma's world #kelly severide x stella kidd #maya severide #kelly severide #stella kidd #stellaride #chicago fire

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imagine4000 · 2 years

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Turtle Rush Part 4

[NEXT DAY 12:38 pm...]

“Dudes, I am totally ready to party.”

Today, Dahlia is taking some of the guys up top to find some research while the rest watch over the lair.

“This ain’t some tourist trip y’know,” Raph2k3 retorts, “try to keep yer head on straight long enough before yer ego explodes.”

“You’re just jealous that I was born better-looking.”

Mikey2k3 admires himself while putting his shades on.

“Don’t start Angelo, and don’t have a fit, Red King, you’re just gonna encourage him. Hey, Purple Rain, are you done?”

“Sorry, just trying to adjust this.”

“Here, let me.”

Dahlia fixes the wristbands on Donnie2k12.

“Gotta admit,” Raph2k12 smirks, “never thought the bad-boy image would work for ol’ Donnie here.”

“Thanks, Raph...I think.”

“Okay, boys, we’re ready to go.”

“Be careful out there, guys.”

“We will, Blue-nardo~.”

Leo2k3 playfully rolls his eyes at Mikey2k3.

“You got this, April?”

“Don’t worry, girl. Good luck on recon.”

“We’re gonna need it.”

[Moments Later...]

“...This...is our first stop?”

“Are you sure?”

The boys give weird looks at the small candy shop.

JINGLE~

Entering, the shopkeeper notices them immediately.

“Welcome, y’all. What can I do for you?”

“Clem, right? Word on the street says you’ve got yourself some new...’candy’ on the market.”

“Candy...oh, oh, yes~ “candy”...well, all you’ve gotta say is the password.”

“(Unison)Wink/Wink?”

“...Yep. That’s the one.”

SHWING!

Clem reveals his goat-like form.

DING!

SHACK/CLACK/SHUCK!

“Woah~.”

With one ring of the desk bell, the doors and windows are shut, and the shelves switch from candy to mystical weapons, armor, and accessories of all kinds.

“Check it out.”

“Neat-o...”

Leo2k12 stands beside Dahlia as they scan the middle shelves.

“Dahlia, what exactly are we looking for?”

“Potions, scrolls, weapons, anything.”

That’s when Dahlia notices Donnie2k12 spacing out while holding a potion bottle.

“I’ve been meaning to ask...is something bothering him? He’s been on and off lately like a broken lightbulb.”

“O-Oh...well...not sure if you should get involved.”

“Leon...I’m helping you get back home by going through dangerous black markets and portal-ing myself through who knows where. Whatever it is, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Though conflicted, Leo2k12 whispers the details.

“Uh-huh...oh, so...o-oh—ooh~...o-kay~...well, let me give it a shot.”

“You don’t—”

“Trust me, a girl’s point of view is just what he needs.”

“Hey guys, I think I got somethin’.”

Raph2k3 grabs a book and blows the dust off the cover. He hands it over to Dahlia.

“The History of Mystic Weapons.”

“I’m sure it has chapters on teleportation.”

“But it’s only Volume-I.”

“Then, we’ll have to go to the library to find the others.”

They run on rooftops to get there faster. Once there, they make sure no one is around.

“As much as I love to browse through endless knowledge, I hardly think a regular library could obtain a book like this.”

“Purple Rain, I know you’re smart, but you should’ve caught on to this by now.”

Dahlia hovers her hand over a shelf until she finds the right one.

SHOOM~

The turtles gawk as the book expands showing it’s pointy, papered teeth.

“What.”

“The.”

“Shell?”

“Ugh, I hate this part.”

CHOMP!

FLIP-FLIP-FLIP-FLIP!

“AAAHHH!”

THUMP!

Dahlia lands on her feet compared to the turtle pile beside her. The first to get up is Donnie2k12, who’s eyes sparkle at the breathtaking scene.

“Holy chalupa, it’s...”

“Big?”

“Absolutely remarkable.”

“But probably dangerous.”

“Red King’s right. So, what’s the catch, Dahlia?”

Dahlia points her thumb up at the tall podium where the librarian is posted.

“Just keep your lips shut, and you won’t get raided out by her hush-bats.”

“The, what now?”

“Ahh~!”

They see a customer get picked up by a couple bats and fly away.

“Just let me do the talking.”

FLAP—FLAP!

Forming wings, she flies up to the librarian and clears her throat to get the yokai’s attention.

“Oh, it’s you, miss. Here for another checkout?”

“Very important checkout.”

Dahlia pulls out the book.

“I’m gonna need the whole volume collection. Do you have them?”

“You know our policy. Only five books per checkout.”

Glancing up, an idea springs in Dahlia’s mind.

“Then how about a wager?”

The librarian tips her glasses, curiously.

“Your hush-bats are pretty quick. If they fail to catch me and my friends, you let me checkout as many books as I want from now on.”

“And if they do?”

“How about a week of cleaning the library? After school hours, that is...”

“Hmm...the ever-changing shelves do need dusting...very well then.”

C-Clack

The bat-lady takes out a stopwatch.

“You’ll start from the main library and end back here. Try not to mess up the place.”

“No promises.”

[Moments Later...]

“Okay does everyone know the plan?”

“Uh-huh/Got it.”

“If we don’t get caught.”

“🤨/😶/😑...”

“Kidding, kidding, we’ll do great.”

Breaking the huddle, they hear a faint noise and look up.

FLAP-FLAP-FLAP-FLAP!

“Here we go.”

Tick

“In three...”

Tock

“Two...”

Tick

“...One.”

TOCK!

FWOOM!

The race is on, Team-A twenty-yards ahead as they jump from shelf-to-shelf. Team-B is on the other side running across the stairs upside-down.

“There it—”

“Shh!”

“(Whispers)Oh, I mean...there it is.”

Mikey2k3 points to Room 18.

“I’ll cover you.”

Mikey2k3 is on guard as Leo2k12 rushes in.

[Meanwhile...]

SCUFFLE!

“Booyakasha~!”

RATTLE!

“Whoo! Nice one, Michael!”

“Thanks, April!”

April, Leo2k3, and Donnie2k3 watch from the second floor as Mikey2k12 skates on the ramp.

“Dude~ Dahlia’s skateboard is tight! Love the craftsmanship!”

“C’mon, Mikey, you’ve been skating forever! I’ll show you how it’s really done!”

“Oh it’s on, Raph! Shred battle~!”

K-KLUNK!

While the shorter brothers duel off, Leo2k3 looks to April.

“So, April...how long have you known Dahlia?”

“Since forever.”

>>>>>>>April’s Flashback>>>>>>>

[I was just your typical elementary school kid.]

CLATTER!

[One day I got chased by some thugs and cornered into an alley on my way home.]

April turns to see the men. She grabs a nearby pipe and trash lid.

“Bwuahaha!”

But that only amuses them.

WHISTLE~

“Huh/Gasp!”

💦SPLASH/SPLAT/PLOP!

“Augh/Hey/Ahh!”

[Next thing I know, balloons were dressing them like a rainbow bomb hit.]

“Let’s get outta here!”

Once the thieves leave, the little girl looks up at the rooftops.

[And that wasn’t the last time it happened.]

[NEXT DAY...]

FWIP!

“Hey, give it back, jerks!”

“Make us!”

“Ha-ha~!”

A girl and two boys toss April’s lunchbox over her head.

FWOOP-FWOOP-FWOOP-FWOOP!

💦💦SPLASH/SPLAT/SLOP/SPLATTER!

SHRIEK~!!

“Ew~ gross!”

“Wuaa~/Mommy~!!”

After the bullies run off crying and drenched in paint, April hears a whisper.

“Psst! Hey, over here.”

April sees a girl with a pink headband hiding behind the wall. She runs over to the brunette, away from the playground.

“Hi.”

“Um...hi. Did you do that?”

“Sure did. But it wasn’t as fun as yesterday.”

“Wait, you were the one who...”

“Uh-huh. I always go back home by rooftop running.”

“Cool~! Mom won’t even let me hang out on the fire escape without a helmet. I’m April O’Neil.”

“I’m Dahlia Shinzo. So, uh...you won’t tell anyone will you?”

“No way!”

April slings an arm around Dahlia.

“After that awesome prank...you and I are gonna be BFF’s for life!”

>>>>>>>End of Flashback>>>>>>>

“Since then, we got each other’s back no matter what. I didn’t find out she was half-yokai after that whole Hidden City lab incident.”

“What a great story,” Donnnie2k3 comments, “then how did you meet our opposites?”

“Long~ story.”

Ping!

April takes out her phone.

“Aw man, it’s my mom. Gotta go, guys! I’ll bring you some pizza tonight!”

“See ya, girl—AHH!”

THUMP!

“Ooh~ that’s gonna leave a mark.”

But Leo2k3 didn’t respond to his brother’s comment. He’s deep in thought about Dahlia and feels guilty more than concerned. As much as he admires her sense of duty, he fears that this burden is too risky to put her own life on the line.

“...Hah...”

Leo2k3 gets up and starts walking.

“Where are you going?”

“The bathroom. Be right back.”

[At the Mystic Library...]

FWIP—FWIP!

🦇*SCREECHING!*🦇

“On your six!”

“Woah!”

Donni2k12 dodges as they run down an aisle, upside-down.

“So, guys, what do you want for dinner after this!”

“Are you seriously makin’ chitchat while we’re bein’ chased by flying rodents!”

“Technically, they’re classified as the Chiroptera, so they’re not even remotely related to mice or rats!”

“Look, ya seem nice, but cut the nerd-talk for at least five seconds!”

“Can you not scream so loud, scaredy-cat?”

“What?!”

“Look, I get it—not everybody’s a multitasker, right Purple Rain?”

“Wait, you’re bringing me in this?!”

“Jump, now!”

FWOOM!

When they do, gravity shifts them to turn and land right-side up and down a flight of stairs.

“Is that some kind of wisecrack ta’ tick me off or somethin’?!”

“Is it working?”

“Obviously!”

“So you’re not freaking out anymore?”

“Of course I ain’t, I’m...augh, shell, are you for real!”

“Now you’re getting it,” she smirks, “c’mon, we’re almost there!”

“Which way!”

“Take a left!”

*FLAPPING!*

But the other half of the flock is flying in the other direction.

“Uh~ Dahlia?!”

WHIP!

Dahlia pulls out a string of her powers, tying it around their wrists forming a linked-chain.

“Everybody slide!”

SKID~!

WHOOSH!

“AAHHH!!”

The boys scream as they fall in-between the walls and down a chute.

“What is this?!”

“Shortcut I found a couple months ago!”

FWOOM!

They land on a top floor near the window ceiling.

“There’s the lobby.”

“We’re home free—”

🦇WHOOSH/UWAAHH!🦇

Suddenly, the hush-bats get the drop on them.

“Hey, lemme go, ya rats with wings!”

“Again, not rodents.”

They yokai bring them to their boss.

C-Click

“Hm...1 minute, 32 seconds. Not bad...but not enough.”

“You sure about that?”

Confused by Dahlia’s confident smirk, the librarian looks up to see shadows looming over them.

“Cow-a-bunga~!”

THUD!

Mikey2k3 and Le2k12 fall in.

“Operation: Book Hijack is a success!”

“And we got every volume right here.”

“I did say to catch all of us, but you never said not to take any insurance with us.”

“...Hehe...fair enough.”

With a wave of her hand, the bats release the other four. Once they leave the hidden library and through the roof, the brothers high-three each other.

“Way to go, guys.”

“This calls for some pizza!”

“I’d rather eat ramen instead.”

“Oh, well, Leo here knows how to make it. (Whispers)It’s the only thing he doesn’t blow up in the kitchen.”

“Hey!”

REOW~!

They turn to see the yellow and blue creature.

“Mayhem. Where have you been hiding?”

“Another friend?”

“Hey, whatcha got there?”

Dahlia takes the crystal shard from his mouth.

SHWING~

It glows and the image of a reptilian yokai appears.

[Dahlia, there’s an emergency.]

“What’s wrong?”

[We’re low on supplies and we have our hands full here. We wouldn’t ask you to come unless—]

“C’mon, you know who you’re talking to,” she chuckles, “I’ll be there in a flash.”

[Thanks, kid.]

Dahlia puts the shard into her jacket pocket.

“I have to go. Can you guys find your way back?”

“Aww, can’t we come too?”

“Sorry, Angelo, it’s...uh...it’s personal matters.”

“But—”

“No sweat,” Raph2k3 cuts in, “we can manage just fine.”

“Okay. See you later.”

SHWOOM!

The turtles gasp as she and Mayhem warp their way out.

“Man, this portal stuff is killin’ my head.”

“Let’s get back so I can look over these books.”

[Ringtone~]

Leo2k12 answers his phone.

“Hey, Raph, we’re on our way r...uh...wh...HE DID WHAT?!”

“Leo, what’s wrong?”

“And Mikey went after him?! H-Hold on, we’re coming! Let’s move it!”

“Wait up, Leon!”

“What’s got yer shell twisted, kid?”

Unaware to them, two men in the shadows observe their activity.

“This is too easy.”

“Yo, Jax.”

Bzzt—Bzzt

[You there, Jax.]

“Go.”

[She’s headed your way. Do your stuff.]

STOMP...STOMP...

GRR~

A smile creeps upon his face as a shadow looms over him.

“And so it begins.”

[TO BE CONTINUED...]

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