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#1700 follower event
24hlevi · 1 year
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Sup! hope you’re having a great day and congrats on getting 1,700 followers!! 💗🎉
Can I request fluff prompt with 7 & 10 for chishiya (this could be either in or out of borderlands) with the dialogue
“Just five more minutes please?”
“go back to sleep, it’s okay”
“I feel safe with you”
“Don’t worry, i’ll be here when you wake up”
I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to only pick two so feel free to decline/shorten this if I broke a rule T—T take care! ⭐️
this is adorable and i love it esp with chishiya, thank you so much for requesting 🫶
also i forgot to say it but you can use as many prompts as you want!
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— hug me tight
chishiya shuntaro (alice in borderland) x gn!reader
genre: fluff
summary: fluff prompts 7(forehead kisses) + 10(sharing a bed) with dialogue prompts 5("don't worry, i'll be here when you wake up") + 7("just five more minutes please?") + 10("go back to sleep, if's okay") & 11("i feel safe with you") from my 1,700 follower event
warnings: language
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chishiya shuntaro was not a very affectionate man when in a relationship. some may say he's emotionally unavailable, and while at times it appears to be true. it's times like this when you're able to see that he can be loving at times, mainly during times like this. times where he showed his true colors on how he felt about you. that he loved you.
waking up in a bed next to him was odd, especially being the first time he's even dared to suggest it, but you couldn't just say no. the sunlight was peeking through the halfway shut curtains, and when your eyes opened you immediately closed them again, squinting. you felt movement beside you and froze when you felt an arm wrap over you.
"why're you awake?" chishiya's groggy morning voice muttered into your ear.
"because you're dumbass half-assed closing the blinds," you retorted, your eyes still closed.
"sorry about that," he said, peering down at you as you laid there still. "do you want food?"
you hummed no in response, shaking your head whilst doing so and rolling over to wrap your arms around him, making it his turn to freeze up at the action. "i wanna sleep more."
"we have to get moving eventually, you know," chishiya sighed quietly, laying back down on his back. "i would rather not spend the whole day in bed."
"just five more minutes please?" you asked him, finally opening your eyes to look at him. you rested your head on his chest, one of your hands moving up to his hair to fix it back into place from it messy state.
chishiya sighed again. sadly, he wouldn't say no. well, he didn't want to say no. so with one of his hands still around you, he leaned down slightly and gently placed a kiss on your forehead, "fine. but i'll be counting."
"mhm, sure," you replied, your voice laced with sarcasm as you spoke. "before you know it, it'll be half an hour."
rolling his eyes, chishiya laid his head back on the soft pillows behind him. "this is weird," he mumbled absentmindedly.
"hm? why is that?" you couldn't help but ask. you were still looking at him, only now with confusion as to what he meant by those words.
shrugging, he responded with, "i never thought i would be with someone like this is all. so it's weird."
"well," you patted one of your hands on his chest, making him look down at you, "i feel safe with you, shuntaro. so even if it feels weird, i'll still be here with you. okay?"
chishiya nodded as an answer. turning his head to read the digital clock on his side of the bed to read the time, he then looked back at you. "you better get back to sleep before it hits 9," he said.
"9? that's so close," you whined, resting your head on his chest again. "now i can't get back to sleep."
"just go back to sleep, y/n, it's okay," chishiya told you, lightly poking your head with his pointer finger.
"are you sure?" you questioned, pushing his hand away from you.
"yeah," he nodded. "don't worry, i'll be here when you wake up." he added, this time gently patting your head.
"promise?"
"i promise."
"okay then," you said with a smile, your head laying down on his chest as you closed your eyes again. "i hope you know i care about you a lot."
"yeah, i care about you too, y/n." chishiya responded, leaning down and kissing your head again, pulling you closer to him subtly.
"a little too much, probably."
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candied-cae · 2 years
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One of my favorite things about watching Ed and Stede fall in love, is how clearly we see the consequences of their lives effecting how they are able to perceive their own feelings.
Where Ed was shown bad examples of love, Stede was shown nothing at all. When Ed was shown freedom, Stede was still trapped. But when Ed found himself caged, Stede found his way out. And all those things shaped how they realized they were in love.
On one hand, we have Ed.
His first exposure to "love" is his mother's abuse at the hands of his father, that at a young age he felt he carried the responsibility to end. It paints it bad: Even if there was once love there, it withered and died until it became violent, or perhaps there was never love and it was just the thing adults did because that's the world we live in, you get married and hate each other because what else are you going to do to pass the time?
So he runs off, becomes a pirate at a young age, rebelling against society and its expectations, and its rules, and its nuclear families. Fuck them all, Edward Teach doesn't need any of it. And in his new life, he finds power and control over what happens to him for probably the first time. He's good at piracy, he has tense companionships, earns respect, and it's fun. It's new and different from the mainland life.
And then he get's used to it, and suddenly it's just another trap again. It's not the same game as the land fairing people of the world, a different charade, yet still one he has to play just because the world says so. Maybe he didn't get married, but he's got this nickname and reputation and now he had to fill its role. All these expectations he tried to avoid, but he just created new ones. And it's probably somewhere in here, that even if he had let himself believe he could love and be loved, that he lost it again. Such a thing surely wasn't real, people just lie and pretend they loved each other because that's just what you do.
But then he finds Stede. This crazy, weird, fantastic guy who just isn't doing it like anyone else. He is doing what he wants just because he wants and there's no one's stopping him. And it's beautiful and refreshing to see that freedom, after all his years had made him jaded. And at first it was just fun, really exciting and wild and thrilling and joyful, but it was just fun. Something to fill that void of boredom.
Then he really falls. When Stede tucks that silk into his pocket and tells him he wears fine things well. When he really sees everything that Stede is and it's amazing. He's so undoubtably his own person, unwilling to bend to the ways the world wants him to be. He is in open rebellion to society in every way, and in every move he makes he heals a little bit of Edward's broken heart. He gingerly holds it in his hands and assures him that he is worthy of sweetness and finery. And when Ed loves Stede, it's entirely its own feeling. So different from his parents, his crew, his companions. It's just something new to the world that it's never seen before, and it's all his. It's so powerful and beautiful, and he's willing to die or give up any other freedom he has for it. That love meant too much to lose. So when he kisses him, it's his unabashed, unafraid, leap of faith into love's embrace.
And on the other side, there is Stede.
His father's love to him did not exist. All their interactions were cold and dripping with hate. His father hated him. Hated his softness and his hope and all that made Stede himself. And he had no one else to turn to. In school, with the other boys his age, he was hated exactly the same. Tormented and abused in the name of asserting superiority over him. Ripping him to bits for daring to love flowers.
He never had family love, he never had friendly love, and when the topic of romance was finally brought up, he was told he got none of that either. His entire life was a series of business transactions the rich would move around as they organized themselves in their hierarchy. And so he did his job in it. He was "baby Bonnet" so other boys could be better that him, and he was "Mr. Bonnet" so he and Mary could combine their families wealth.
Then he ran away. When he could no longer stand all these different roles he served for everyone but himself, he ran away. And he was only on the waters for less than a year. That was not enough time for him to even begin to understand love. He tried his best, he did have such a large heart despite his life. He showered his crew with respect and gentle understanding, giving to them all the love he held, wanting not just his dreams of piracy, but companionship for the first time in his life. Of course it was strained, he had a lot to learn before they could really bond.
So when he meets Ed, he's almost entirely entranced by his first friend. Someone who is actively enjoying every single thing about him. Every ridiculous character quirk, all his strange priorities, the way he caries himself, his humor - all of it is beloved by Ed. For the first time in all his life, he has someone who actually likes his personality. He was falling in love, but he had no idea that wasn't just how friendship felt. The prospect of companionship was something so foreign to him. All of his love was genuine, just vastly underestimated by himself who couldn't place the name of all the feelings he now carried.
Even when Ed kisses him, he knows he likes Ed, he knows Ed is his favorite person in the whole world, he knows he liked the kiss. But he still wasn't sure how serious it was. Still couldn't be sure it wasn't just a best friendship. It was only when Mary walked him through it would he admit to himself that it was real. It was actually love.
What all those kids did to him, what his father told him before he met Mary, all the times he has felt like an outsider to his own heart: none of it mattered. Despite all of it telling him that he would never get love, he went out and found it. And now that he knows it, he's going to fight like hell to get back to Ed so he can enjoy it.
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ngayawneluoer · 1 year
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we seek revenge
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ neteyam x reader (past), neytiri x reader (platonic), tbh mostly just a spider hate fic, if you like spider you’re prolly not gonna like this lol
Time doesn't seem to heal the wound of losing you mate, and when the sky people return and you learn the truth, no one can stop you from seeking revenge. Set a year after the events of ATWOW.
word count: 1700
a/n: pov you and neytiri form a spider hate club and beat his ass (sort of)
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Even a year later, every breath you took without Neteyam felt like eternal punishment. Every moment you felt the loss of your mate and every step you took without him was only a reminder that you would never feel whole again. Every day, you suffered and mourned the pair you could have been and the life you could have lived, and every night you prayed that Eywa would bring him back or take you with him. But it was never that simple.
And so, you busied yourself with the daily tasks of the Metkayina, your head held high and your face unwavering. At least you had Neytiri, who never seemed to leave your side since her son's death. You mourned, suffered, and cried together, and as time passed, you helped each other get back on your feet and brave the world. To her, you were one final living piece of her son, his other half and the one he loved most, and she couldn't help but love you in turn. She had become like a mother to you, and whilst you knew you would never be able to replace Neteyam, your shared memories of him brought you closer together. And obviously, you bore the whole Sully family in your heart, but you and Neytiri had developed a special bond through the pain you shared and the rage you held for the sky demons that had so mercilessly killed the one you loved.
Another thing you shared with Neytiri was the wariness you felt towards Spider, who Jake had wholly accepted into the family following Neteyam's death. You had grown up around him, but being nothing more than a regular Omatikaya with almost no interaction with humans, you never were the most comfortable with him. The emotion had only doubled after his 'father' brought about the war that killed your beloved. Those around you started accepting him, but you kept your distance, as did Neytiri. You couldn't find it in your hearts to forgive him.
“(Y/N)! Come swim with us!"
The voice broke your train of thought, and you looked up from the bracelet you were weaving. From where you sat next to Neytiri, your eyes found Kiri waving at you from amongst the group of Na'vi youths splashing about in the water. You noticed Spider was there too, practically clinging to her side like a pathetic dog. You tried not to roll your eyes.
"No thank you, Kiri," You answered loud enough for her to hear, trying your hardest to mask the venom in your voice, "Later."
A sad pout graced her face for a mere second, and you knew what was coming. You usually rejected her offers, and she would rarely take no for an answer, opting instead to drag you into the group and make it so that you had no choice but to participate. Sometimes she would even send Tuk to guilt trip you into joining with those adorable eyes of hers, knowing you could never say no to Tuk.
You knew Kiri meant well; she simply saw you pull away and didn't want you to feel left out. Lucky for you, this time she was distracted by Rotxo pulling her tail, and she forgot all about her usual routine of demanding you to join. Better this way. You wouldn't have enjoyed yourself anyway.
Neytiri looked up from the arrow she was crafting, a somewhat curious look on her face. She spoke quietly, deliberately to keep the conversation private from possible overhearers, "I don't see you with those your age lately," her fingers continued crafting, but her focus was still on you, awaiting an answer. Finally, when your gaze didn't shift from where it was fixed onto your hands, she continued, "I cannot be your only friend."
You sighed softly, eyes brimming with tears that you were afraid would spill if you met her gaze, "I do not... want to see him," you knew she knew who you meant from the way you spat out the word as if it was poison on your tongue, "it hurts too much."
You finally bit the bullet and looked up at her, only to find her gaze looking off into the distance, following the human boy you were referring to. Her features twisted into anger as if in the process of a hiss, "He shouldn't be here. He should be with his kind."
"I agree," you started, but didn't know what else to say. There was nothing you could do.
Neytiri hesitated for a second but eventually uttered the words you had a feeling swirled through her mind every day, "I... cannot help but blame him. He is not just a child. He is a demon's child. He will bring nothing but trouble... But I cannot bring it up with anyone but you."
You could tell from how she spoke that she had had this conversation before. You wondered if this was a frequent argument she had with Jake, who was so adamant about accepting Spider into their family.
"I don't understand how they can so easily accept him. I know he is not responsible for his father's actions, but…." you trailed off at a loss for words. But what? You weren't sure where you were going with this. And with Spider so close by, you were hesitant to confess the hatred you held for him simply due to his heritage out loud.
Neytiri understood though. She always did.
She dropped the arrow she was crafting from her hand and wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into her side to comfort you, "You are not alone. I see you."
You leaned into her motherly touch, revelling in the comfort she provided, "I see you."
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But comfort never seemed to last for your kind. The sky people returned, led by the man that didn't seem to die. Your people fought his soldiers bravely, some winning, some losing, but you could safely say you had done more damage to them than they had to you.
"How many times do we have to kill you!" You heard Jake hiss from somewhere, but you were too preoccupied with fighting off the armed soldier in front of you. With a final swift move, you drove your dagger into the avatar soldier's neck, your fangs bared in a hiss as blood sprayed across your face. Briskly, you sheathed your blade into its scabbard and let the body drop, turning back to the dying battle. The sky people were retreating. They were cowards and had finally realised they were severely underprepared. They would be back, they always were, but you revelled in the fact that you didn't die at their hand today.
One of them remained, however. To everyone's shock, Quaritch in the flesh had shown up. He stood proudly with a gun pointed at Jake - Jake pointing one back - knowing that the mere fact that he was alive was rubbing salt in the wound. His return brought back memories of your previous battle with him, and you snarled; eyes focused on the conniving man that stood before you. A thick metal cable fell from the sky behind him, undoubtedly how he would make his escape into the helicopter above. You wouldn't allow it.
As you advanced, you heard Jake hiss again, "How are you alive?"
Quaritch only smirked, attaching himself to the cable, "The answer is simple, Jake. I am, and always will be, better than you," His gaze left Jake and switched to someone far behind you all, and he winked. "Thanks for the save, kid."
…What?
Your blood froze and your muscles tensed, barely registering the sound of the Colonel escaping. It felt like the world had stilled; everyone around you was frozen and unable to breathe as they processed the words that had been spoken mere seconds ago.
You could barely process the faces that surrounded you as you slowly turned, following the direction of where the Colonel had been looking. You should have known.
The world around you disappeared, voices echoing as you could barely hear them over the sound of your own heartbeat. All you knew was the pure anger rushing through your veins and the pathetic human boy standing a few meters away in your line of sight. His eyes met yours. You had never seen such pure, primal terror in anyone's eyes before.
"What did he mean?" You seethed, voice muted as your features twisted in anger. You began taking steps towards Spider, which seemed to trigger Kiri into holding you back.
"(Y/N), wait," She grabbed your arm to try to hold you back, muttering something about how you should relax and how it could have been a misunderstanding, but you snatched your arm back. You knew what you heard.
"Speak!" You screamed, making Spider flinch. He remained quiet, seemingly unable to defend himself, "You saved that man?"
"I.." Spider began taking a step back but came to a sudden halt as he heard the subtle sound of the pull of a bow. Your gaze flickered behind him for just a second, and you saw Neytiri with an arrow pointed straight at his head, a snarl as equally vicious as yours on her face.
"Neytiri, no!" "Mother, please don't hurt him!"
You and Neytiri barely registered the voices.
You took another step forward, your figure towering over Spider.
"That man is responsible for Neteyam's death," Your voice shook and your tail flicked behind you with anger as you spoke - everyone seemed to fall quiet, "And you saved him?"
Spider had the intelligence to keep quiet, at least. Unfortunately, what he didn't have was the courage to look you in the eye.
"Look at me when I speak to you!" You screamed, startling Spider. His head tilted up, and his fearful eyes met yours. His face was scrunched with pain and guilt, but it meant nothing to you. "He went back for you! He wanted to save you! He died because of you!"
You unsheathed your dagger, the dry blood on its sharp blade a symbol of the fate the boy in front of you would face.
"And you will die because of me."
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a/n: If we don’t get a scene of Neytiri killing Spider’s ass in Avatar 3 I will sue
p.s I made an ask box request things pls and ty
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callsignthirsty · 2 months
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Stuck at the Navy Ball
So… I decided I wasn’t done playin’ with the boys.
As this is a continuation of the original Stuck in the Middle fic, I highly recommend that you read through that before diving into this. Could you dive headfirst into this? Yes. There might be a little confusion, though.
Inspired by a comment someone left on SitM over on AO3.
Pairing: Tom “Iceman” Kazansky x F!Reader x Ron “Slider” Kerner Summary: You, Ice, and Sli haven’t lost that loving feeling. So when the flyboys are reunited at the 1986 Navy Ball, it's only natural that they bring a bit of chaos with them. Word Count: 4200 Warnings: Smut, bets and wagers, under-negotiated situations (but everyone involved is fine), fingering Chapter: 1/4 Minors DNI
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Chapter 1: Under the Table
The invitation arrives early in September, printed on thick cardstock and addressed to your brother. But if Viper’s words are to be believed—and you’ve yet to hear of a situation in which they aren’t—Pete’s attendance isn’t exactly optional. So the summons finds its way from the trash onto the fridge, rough edges taped back together.
Please Join Us For the 211th Navy Ball. Monday, October 13th Washington D.C.
Cocktail Hour 1700 | Ceremony Begins 1800 Live Music. Food. Dancing.
The same invitation has Carole positively giddy. Born and raised in Virginia, she’s been looking for an excuse to fly east to visit her parents. And for a party? Isn’t that swell! Arrangements are made for Bradley to sleep at his grandparents on the night of the ball before Goose—whose PT-mandated wheelchair has landed him desk duty—is home from work.
Which is how, roughly one month later, you find yourself in Goose’s room at the Hyatt Regency on Capitol Hill, sharing precious mirror space with Carole. Breathing in Aqua Net while putting the finishing touches on your looks.
The hotel calls the four of you a taxi, Goose’s wheelchair is stuffed into the trunk, and then you’re off to meet your date.
Singular.
There hadn’t been a question of if you’d attend or whose arm you’d decorate once Pete’s invite arrived. Officially, you’re at the ball with Ice. After Layton, Ice had made it a point to be seen with you while he was off-duty. Your relationship, which you’d tried to keep on the down-low, was worth showing off publicly after he and your brother had dropped their rivalry in favor of mutual respect. Friendship. 
But the other half of your relationship was still very much under wraps. 
That fact hadn’t stopped you from nodding eagerly when Ice pulled you close to ask you to attend the Navy Ball with him. Ice wants to climb the ladder, and earning stars is more than clambering into the cockpit every morning or disappearing on a carrier for the better part of a year at a time. It’s politics. It’s achieving perceived milestones on or ahead of schedule. And in October, for Lieutenant Tom “Iceman” Kazansky, naval aviator and promotion hopeful, it’s attending the Navy Ball with a woman on his arm.
Pete wrestles the wheelchair out of the trunk while Goose pays the cab driver. As you step into the crisp October evening, you marvel at the palatial, white-stone building that is to be the backdrop of your night. A steady flow of servicemen and women crossing beneath grand archways with their dates for the promise of a good night.
You aren’t left alone to gawk for long before you catch sight of them chatting with someone or another: decked in their whites, Slider leaning against the wrought iron rail and Ice to his side. Ice’s gaze flicks to you instantaneously, as if he’d felt your eyes land on him. The natural pout of his lips morphs into a grin as he excuses himself from the conversation and moves toward you against the flow of the crowd. Slider follows close behind, ultimately making his way to Goose, Carole, and your brother. But you catch the hesitation in his step. The course-correct.
Events like these will be challenging for the three of you—that had been a foregone conclusion—but this knowledge doesn’t make it any easier. It feels all sorts of wrong to have Slider keep himself at such a purposeful distance when you’re used to his proximity. Even at the O Club, he manages to stand close. Doesn’t shy away.
Before your mood can be irreparably embittered, Ice takes your hand in his and coaxes you into a slow spin. “You’re beautiful,” he coos as he kisses your cheek, and a delicate smile lights your lips. 
The dress had been a surprise. Something you’d insisted on buying yourself despite Ice and Slider offering to pool their money for something truly extravagant. But after years spent in the foster system, even the thought of spending money on something so frivolous left a bad taste in your mouth. Instead, you’d taken Carole, your more comfortable budget, and found an old gala dress at a thrift shop. The sleek, black velvet gown up to your collarbones with the slightest sparkle as the fabric shifted beneath the store’s old lights ticked all your self-imposed boxes. A dress fit for an aspirational young officer’s date, even after Carole added a slit up the left side to show a little leg and “bring the dress into this decade.”
“Look who’s talking,” you say, squeezing Ice’s arm as it’s offered to you. Typically, the change of season calls for blues, but the Navy Ball is an exception to the rule. You wonder whose wife you have to thank for that because although your boys look damn fine in both, you have a not-so-hidden preference. “And Kerner didn’t clean up so bad, either,” you shoot in Slider’s direction with a playful grin.
“Surprised?” Slider asks, brow raised. You shrug because, no, you’re not surprised, but you aren’t sure what to say that will fly under the radar. And that’s the name of the night’s game. That doesn’t stop Pete from rolling his eyes as he passes you with Goose and Carole on their way to the building’s ramp.
The closest you ever got to a ball before tonight was prom—not yours; you’d been on staff at the venue. Frankly, you’d half expected you and Pete to have been blacklisted, given your father’s ill-gotten reputation, but they let you in without issue. You wonder if Pete’s face appearing on the front page of every magazine in the English-speaking world has anything to do with it, but you keep that to yourself while Ice, ever the gentleman, escorts you further into the event. 
If the outside of the building is beautiful, then the inside is magnificent: all barrel vaulted ceilings decorated with Romanesque gold leafing and warm mahogany. A vast hall that steadily fills as guests arrive for cocktail hour and to mingle before the evening officially kicks off.
Slider spots Carole’s shock of blonde hair by a table with easy access for Goose and herds Ice in her direction. They aren’t alone at the table. “Merlin,” Slider barks, bounding over to shake his fellow RIO’s hand. “I thought you were stationed over the Atlantic. What’re you doing here?”
“Turned out to be an exercise. Over and back in sixty-two days.”
“And just in time for the party,” the woman at his side chips in, and Merlin wraps an arm around her to pull her close.
“Oh! Tom Kazansky, Ron Kerner, my wife, Laura.” Ice takes the opportunity to introduce you in turn. The conversation is easy-going, Ice and Slider filling Merlin in on their time instructing at Miramar.
Slider gets in several quips about Ice having a list of officers whose asses he needs to kiss to speed up a promotion when Ice spies one of said officers. He gently tugs you in the right direction so you can play the part of the doting girlfriend. The officer—a captain—quickly introduces you to his wife before he and Ice talk shop.
You manage to pluck a champagne flute from a waiter’s tray, sipping daintily and nodding along with the captain’s wife. Considering most of your knowledge concerning the Navy revolves around the planes your brother flies and the stunts he’s pulled in them, the conversation goes in one ear and out the other.
Not that it matters. Your role tonight—thankfully—is just to follow Ice around and look pretty.
The captain’s wife finishes her champagne in record time, and though you’re hesitant at first, you aren’t too far behind her. It is at this point, glass empty, that Slider appears like your guardian angel. “Captain,” he nods. “Ice.”
“Captain Reid, have you met my RIO?” Ice asks, knowing full well that Slider has no interest in schmoozing. Much like your brother, Slider is there because it is expected of him. Unlike Pete, Ice doesn’t need his friend’s emotional support or commiseration to make it through such events, mandatory or otherwise. Every opportunity like this is one Ice can use to his advantage. 
Slider offers the captain a firm handshake. “Lieutenant Ron Kerner, sir.”
“Your RIO? I thought you were stationed at Miramar?”
“The perks of winning the trophy, sir,” pride leaks through as Slider says it. He and Ice worked damn hard to finish at the top of their class. “We’ve been together since flight school. When Ice took a teaching position at TOPGUN, I followed.”
“And how does a man of your stature fit in the cockpit, lieutenant?” the captain’s wife asks from beneath heavily painted lashes.
The grin Slider offers her is loose. “It’s a bit of a squeeze, but no complaints so far.” The minute narrowing of Ice’s eyes says behave. You nearly avoid snorting, hiding the unladylike compulsion behind the rim of your empty flute, a reflection off the crystal drawing Slider’s eye.
“Actually,” Slider says, hand twitching as if he’s had to stop himself from resting it against your back, “I noticed your glass is empty.” Sli nods toward the bar, an invitation to refill your glass. You look up at him with a grin—a genuine one, not the soft smile that’s grown stale throughout Ice’s conversation—acceptance on your lips when–
“Why didn’t you say anything?” Ice’s brow wrinkles, noticing for the first time that you’ve finished your drink.
”I didn’t want to interrupt,” is your bashful answer.
”Don’t be ridiculous,” Ice says. “I’ll come with you.”
”You don’t have to leave.” Slider will take care of me, you don’t say.
Ice picks up on the silent part but blatantly ignores it. His eyes take on that warm, charmed look, tongue peeking out before his lips curl into that honeyed smile you love so much. “You’re too good for me,” he says as if it’s a secret meant only for you. There’s no doubt he means it, but something about the way he’s playing the sentiment up for the brass makes it feel different in a way you’re not entirely comfortable with. No mistakes. “If you’ll excuse us, sir. Ma’am.”
Captain Reid is already turning to walk the room with his wife when Ice’s eyes narrow into what can only be described as a glare at Slider, his arm cementing itself around your waist in a way that probably looks far more relaxed than it feels.
”What?” Slider asks, shooting for casual, but now you’re not sure you’re buying it, either. “I’m just trying to do my part so you can talk to everyone on your list.” The subconscious flex of Ice’s jaw, as if he wishes he could chew out his frustration on the butt of a cig or some gum, doesn’t go unnoticed, but it does go unheeded. “Admiral Benjamin is on your list, right?” You perk up. As in Penny Benjamin? “I think I saw him by the corner with wife number three and Commander Johnson.”
“You know,” Ice says, his grin glacial, “it wouldn’t be such a bad thing if you rubbed elbows at an event like this.”
Slider scoffs, though it’s affectionate. “Why bother? We both know my military career ends when you take a desk job. Besides, I think my time is much better spent keeping your date’s cup full.” You’ve all agreed to go to the bar, but no one is moving. The tension between Ice and Slider is palpable.
”Okay,” you interrupt. There’s something off about their banter tonight. You’ve seen Ice stare down many a handful of people since landing in Miramar, but never Slider. It’s enough to raise a sculpted brow. “What am I missing?”
Slider senses blood in the water. Sees the smoke in the air. The grin he gives you is far tighter than the one he gave the captain’s wife. He opens his mouth, but Ice beats him to the punch. “You said something about grabbing my date a drink.”
Slider’s jaw clicks shut, but his grin isn’t so easily wiped away. “More champagne?” When you nod, Slider picks his way toward the bar while Ice escorts you to the side of the room where there’s more room to breathe and a lesser likelihood that someone will overhear when he presses close. “Sli’s upset that you’re with me tonight.”
That’s it? You hadn’t thought the arrangement would bother Slider so much. The three of you had discussed it and mutually concluded that you should go with Ice. That you had to go with Ice. Was Slider having second thoughts?
“Well, not upset,” Ice concedes at the concern that drags your lips down. “But he was talking a big game.”
Color you curious. “What’d he say?”
“Well,” Ice pulls you closer so his breath tickles your ear and you can smell the mint on his breath, “he thinks he can get you off before we leave the building. Steal you away while you’re being my pretty little girlfriend for the brass.” You gulp. Where is Slider with that drink?
”Oh.”
Ice chuckles. “Yeah. Oh. But I’m not worried.” Two fingers find their way under your chin and lift until your eyes meet Ice’s. “I know you’ll be good for me.”
“What’s the winner get?”
”Bragging rights.”
”And?”
It’s impossible to miss the way Ice’s eyes flit to your lips and linger there because he can. Those are the perks of being your date out in the light of day. “Can’t that be it?”
“Could be,” you breathe and slowly wet your bottom lip with your tongue, delighting in the way gray-blue eyes track the movement, “but it isn’t.”
Ice double-checks that no one is eavesdropping on your conversation. “You remember what got delivered the other day?” Your breath hitches. Yeah. You remember the catalog order you’d put in for a remote-controlled toy. The excitement and disappointment that had come with unfortunate delivery schedules. “Single-night, exclusive access once we’re all home.”
”That’s quite a lot on the line.”
”It would be,” Ice concedes, one large hand spanning the small of your back, warming you and holding you close enough you can breathe in his cologne, “but you can be good for me, right, baby? I’ll make it worth your while.” You nod, a little dumb as you inhale teakwood, sage, and sea salt.
It’s sure to be a profoundly satisfying night as long as you can stick to the script.
“I’m not going to make it easy on you,” Slider promises, appearing by Ice’s shoulder.
”Wouldn’t be fun if you did.” Ice’s smirk is all cocky confidence, cracking only when he notices Slider has only fetched two flutes of champagne.
”Only got two hands, Tommy,” Slider says with a toothy grin, “but I’ll keep her company while you grab yourself a glass.” The crystal buzzes with the steady fizz of bubbles, your fingers brushing Sli’s ever so slightly before Ice pulls you back into the throng.
The room becomes more difficult to navigate with each new attendee, but Ice only seems more in his element as cocktail hour drags on. He introduces you to a flurry of officers and their wives whose jewel-tone dresses all start to blend together, brushing shoulders with the men who ultimately control his upward trajectory. 
On his arm, you smile and nod, interjecting where appropriate because, despite the smattering of female officers present, the Navy remains very much a boy’s club.
Still, it’s nice to be shown off so publicly. To delight in the knowledge that Ice’s attention never strays far from you despite his planned schmoozing. You preen each time he introduces you to someone new with a tender look—there are many things tonight that may be manufactured, but that look isn’t one of them. 
An ache blooms in the ball of your foot as Ice delivers on the same script over and over to increasingly dismal company. The throbbing is nothing compared to the pinpricks in your cheeks, though. Beauty pageant smiles are their own form of torture. But this is important.
It’s all for a good cause.
Tonight is important to Ice, so it’s important to you.
You’d do anything for your boys: ignore every sour expression at your last name, force a pleasant laugh along with each rear admiral’s wife, stifle a relieved sigh when everyone is invited to find their seats for dinner.
The flyboys have claimed three closely clustered tables during your absence, forcing others to walk around them as they spill into the spaces between each table, leaning close to make up for the distance forced by post-graduation reassignments. Viper is curiously absent, or perhaps Jester had pulled the short straw and been stuck with babysitting duties.
But there’s someone you don’t recognize at your table, sat between Merlin and Slider, a stranger in your midst. A smile splits Ice’s face when he spots him. “Cougar?” The man stands and pulls Ice into a quick embrace, Ice’s hand on the man’s—Cougar’s—shoulder. Ice makes quick work of introducing you to Bill Cortell and his wife, Maria. “Cougar and I were like brothers in flight school,” Ice beams. “We were supposed to meet up at TOPGUN, but–”
”It turned out for the best,” Cougar cuts Ice off goodnaturedly with a quick nod toward Pete. “Besides, desk life isn’t so bad.” Ice raises a brow at the assertion while Goose lets out a ‘bullshit!’ “Okay,” he cedes, “it’s pretty bad, but I wouldn’t give up being at home with Maria and the kids for the world.” Maria, who is heavily pregnant, rests her hand over her bundle of joy.
The lights choose that moment to dim, commanding stragglers to find their seats, but neither man moves. Slider stands up. “Here,” he offers Ice his seat on Cougar’s left because the two clearly have some catching up to do. Ice takes the seat while you slide over to stay seated next to him, and Slider takes your spot as the lights come up on the stage for the opening ceremony.
By the time everyone is seated and some speaker makes his way to center stage, Ice is only half paying attention to the night’s program. He and Cougar have a lot to catch up on in appropriately hushed whispers. You’re about to zone out when you’re yanked back to the present by a hand on your knee.
Above the table, for prying eyes, Slider doesn’t give anything away. Attention seemingly focused on the stage. Below the table’s skirt, however, you press your thighs together as Slider’s hand massages the skin exposed by the modified slit in your dress. Familiar callouses drawing senseless patterns above your knee. His hand stays there, occasionally giving you a comforting squeeze, like he knows you crave reassurance through gentle touches after being dragged so far out of your comfort zone. It’s nice. Before long, between the buzz of quiet conversation and each soothing caress, you relax back into your chair.
Polite applause fills the room as the admiral gives the podium to the next presenter. Pete and Carole chuckle at something Goose murmurs. Wolfman yawns. Someone coughs. A waiter comes around to top off champagne.
You wrap your fingers around the delicate stem of your flute, raising it to your lips in the same instant that Slider’s palm shifts so it’s wedged between your thighs. Your sharp breath is lost in the crowd as nimble fingers creep higher, never once pausing their massage.
The corner of Slider’s lip tugs the slightest bit up. Smug bastard. When you’re sure no one is paying attention, you give his wrist a tug, but instead of retreating, Slider brushes a finger against the flimsy fabric of your panties.
Your heart jumps into your throat as you become hyper-aware of how loud your breathing is, and your brain kicks into overdrive. Can anyone hear you over the clink of glasses? Your nails dig into the meat of Slider’s wrist in surprise, but you’re fairly confident that the rest of you looks normal—suddenly, you’re not sure what that means.
Is this the way a normal person’s mouth rests? The way a normal person sits in their chair? You need to leave, but you can’t. Being good for Ice, among other things, means not causing a scene. Not fleeing the room in the middle of a presentation. Not letting anyone know that while your boyfriend dutifully splits his time between the podium and his colleague, his RIO is pushing your underwear to the side for better access to your cunt. How you’re responding to his touch.
“Hey.” Pete’s giving you a strange look from across the table. “You okay?” From the way he’s pulled a face, you missed the bar for normal, and now Goose and Carole are also looking your way.
“I’m fine,” you hiss. “I-” need a distraction. You mentally stumble as Slider continues to stroke up and down your slit, his fingers spreading the wetness until they glide effortlessly through your lips.
The universe grants your wish when the crowd bursts into polite applause and the mic is turned over to the next speaker. “Isn’t that Admiral Benjamin?”
“As in Penny Benjamin?” Carole perks up, sitting tall in an attempt to get a better look at the stage while Pete bangs his head onto the table. Probably. You’re admittedly not paying attention.
Pleasure zings up your spine as thick fingers nudge your clit. A reward for redirecting the eyes on you. It’s everything you can do not to press your hips into the pressure or let your head loll back with a gasp. And with Penny’s father keeping attention off of you, Slider hooks an ankle around yours to encourage your legs further apart.
You shouldn’t, but Slider has always been convincing.
Ice won’t be particularly pleased with how promptly you gave into Slider’s suggestions, how readily your legs fall open, but that’s barely a blip on your radar as firm circles rub into your clit. The devil on your shoulder whispers that if Ice had really wanted to win, he shouldn’t have allowed himself to be so easily distracted. 
None of that matters nearly as much as it should when your heart pulses between your legs.
A hand lands on your velvet-covered thigh. Ice. “Sweetheart.” You whip your head around too quickly for the move to be anything but suspicious. Like you’ve been caught with your hand—or someone else’s—in the cookie jar. You try to focus on the cool, grounding pressure of his touch. It’s working, you think, but your leg is still trembling from the effort it takes to keep still. Keen eyes move from your face to your leg, trembling under his touch, to your lap, and then to Slider, where they narrow almost imperceptibly. “You alright?”
With a nod, you reach past your champagne for water to wet your dry throat. “Just taking it all in.”
A poor choice of words. Ever the opportunist, Slider presses a finger into your hole, the stretch delicious and unexpected enough that you almost choke. If anyone catches the color on your cheeks, you hope they’ll blame your earlier drinks.
“I was just saying I didn’t know Maverick had a sister,” Cougar says, this time loud enough for the table to hear him.
“He doesn’t talk about me much.”
“Yeah,” Pete scoffs, “because when people find out about you, this–” he gestures between you and Ice “–happens.”
“You got any other sisters, Mav?” Chipper’s question from the next table over prompts Pete to load a pomegranate seed onto this salad fork. He’s ready to launch, but a disapproving look from Jester dissuades him. Goose flips Chipper the bird in a show of solidarity.
“So when did this happen?” Cougar asks, eyes flitting from you to the blonde on your right.
Slider chuckles and leans into the conversation at the same time as he crooks his fingers. You bite the inside of your cheek. The circles Ice is rubbing into your knee aren’t as distracting as either of you wants them to be. “He hasn’t been able to keep his hands off of her since we made it to Miramar.”
Hypocrite. You clear your throat. “About five months?”
“Aw,” Maria sighs in that way so many in long-term relationships do. You try and fail to focus on that as a second finger prods at your opening before pushing in slowly. “You’re still in the honeymoon phase.” Thankfully, Ice steps in with a reply because all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears when Slider rubs his fingers against your sweet spot, thumb applying steady pressure to your clit. Your nails dig crescent moons into Ice’s wrist in a last-ditch attempt to ground yourself because if Slider keeps this up, it’s going to take a miracle to keep you from causing a scene.
“Sorry to interrupt,” Viper’s unapologetic quip appears from seemingly nowhere. Your own personal savior. “I need to borrow Iceman and Slider, Maverick and Merlin, Hollywood and Wolfman.”
You shiver at the abrupt emptiness. Slider wipes his fingers, dripping with arousal, off on the tablecloth, eyes locked on Ice.
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softest-punk · 1 year
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Idk much about it, but I saw from a reblog that you're doing drabbles for AO3 donations? Can I get a Dream and Hob drabble where Hob ends up talking to a random stray thinking it's Dream, since he just sometimes... appears, only to figure out that it was just a stray that got in through an open window when Dream actually show up? It can be dreamling or just the two of them platonically. Of course, if I'm misunderstanding this drabble thing, feel free to ignore!
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Thank you for sending in a prompt! This one was v. fun :D
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Okay, well, the big, elegant, long-haired black cat with the ice blue eyes and the dramatic tail is obviously, obviously Dream of The Endless, come to visit in a form of his choosing, and Hob’s fine with that.
“Hello, you,” Hob says to an exploring Dream, who stops to sniff at everything—particularly, at a pair of old socks Hob must’ve tossed in the corner at some indeterminate point and forgotten all about.
“Yes, this is how I live,” he admits with laughter in his voice, watching with both elbows on the kitchen bench. “Sorry if it falls shy of His Majesty’s standards.”
The cat hops up onto the bench in one easy motion, and then headbutts Hob directly on the chin. Which is certainly a development.
“Oh,” Hob says, hoping the sudden pounding of his heart can’t be heard downstairs but not necessarily sure. “Well. We can do that, if you like.”
Dream seems to take this as permission to rub his face against Hob’s five o’clock shadow, a rumbling purr sounding deep in his chest.
This is quite a turn of events. Dream had accepted the world’s most awkward hug last time he’d been here, so Hob could maybe imagine a scenario in which he’s decided it’s easier to give and receive physical affection as a cat. It does seem to be about the labyrinthine way Dream’s mind works, at any rate.
“You hungry?” Hob asks.
Dream flicks his tail into the air, jumps down from the counter, and pads over to the couch, curling up in Hob’s usual spot. Of course.
Hob laughs.
“Movie night, then?” he asks.
Dream looks at him, but doesn’t move. He takes that as a yes.
“All right. Let me make a cuppa and then we’ll try. Gosh. Labyrinth, I think. You have to see that one, you’d like it. Very dreamlike.”
So they sit and watch a film together, Hob with his feet on the coffee table, Dream shifting around on the couch so that he’s pressed up against Hob’s thigh, and this is close enough to everything Hob’s ever wanted that he doesn’t even mind waking up on the couch in the morning, covered in black fur.
After that, Dream drops by at intervals. Sometimes they sit and watch movies, sometimes he squeezes his way into the pub and joins Hob while he marks papers of an afternoon, tiny head resting on Hob’s thigh. He purrs when Hob pets him, and sometimes follows him upstairs at the end of the evening.
In another turn of events that makes Hob question his relationship with reality, Dream even starts sleeping on the bed, curling up next to him, warm and soft. Hob’s heart aches when he does it, pleasure at being an obvious comfort and even preferred companion warring with pain at the thought that Dream only does this as a cat.
“You could come to me as a man, if you wanted,” Hob says, scratching gently behind Dream’s ears. “It’s all right if this is easier. But you’d still be welcome. If you wanted.”
Dream disappears for long stretches sometimes—weeks, a little over a month once—but he always comes back, and when he comes back, it’s as though he was never gone.
Hob. Is falling in love with a cat. And okay, it’s not a cat, it’s his weird oldest friend who he’s always had a little crush on anyway and he still thinks about that outfit from the late 1700s every now and again, but. It is also sort of a cat.
He just wants it in his life, always, but he knows better than to try and put a little collar with a bell on it and get it microchipped because again. Sort of not a cat. Mostly not a cat, in fact. Dream would probably curse him with nightmares for eternity if he tried to put a bell on him.
So he accepts what he’s getting and doesn’t want for more. He leaves a window open for Dream, and sometimes they have movie nights and sometimes Dream accepts a scrap of cat-safe food from Hob’s hand, and they get along. It’s lovely, actually, and he decides firmly that if this is what’s on offer, he’ll take it and treasure it and actually, it’s quite nice to have a best friend who’s also a cat.
It’s quite nice right up until Dream—human-shaped—appears in his living room while he’s also letting Hob scratch under his cat-shaped chin.
“Hello, Hob,” Dream says, but he’s looking at the cat, head tilted.
The cat which is. Obviously. Not Dream.
“Is he yours?” Dream asks, kneeling beside the couch with what Hob might be tempted to describe as eagerness. There’s such a softness about him when he reaches out to what Hob supposes is actually his cat, and has been for some time.
Right. Trip to the vet, then, first thing in the morning. He’s been neglecting the poor thing.
“I… suppose he is,” Hob answers, but Dream is scratching behind the cat’s ears, and aside from the fact that neither of them are making any sound, Hob would swear they were deep in conversation.
The smallest of smiles plays around Dream’s lips, widening as he apparently communes with Hob’s stray. Eventually he glances at Hob, smiling the softest, fondest of smiles as he looks at him.
“He speaks highly of you,” Dream says. “And has been eager to meet me, about whom he has heard much.”
Right. Dream can talk to his cat.
That’s.
That’s a disaster. The things he’s told the bloody cat. How much did it understand?
“Oh?” Hob asks. Dream’s still smiling, which feels like a good sign, but Hob’s stomach is trying to crawl up his throat right now all the same.
“Will you keep him? He says he will need time alone, but would enjoy being at liberty to return as he pleases.”
“Yes,” Hob says, warmth blooming in his chest as his stomach settles back down. “Yes, obviously. If that’s what he wants. I… love him,” Hob admits, because even if the cat isn’t Dream, they’ve had a lot of good times together. He’s attached.
“He is convinced of this,” Dream says. “And will accept a collar if you would bestow that honour upon him. He would be proud to call himself yours, and would like to be returned to you in case of becoming lost.”
“Always. My flat is his flat. Told him that before,” Hob says. And again, he thought he was telling Dream, but he means it to the stray, too.
“And I, Hob Gadling?” Dream asks, gaze flicking up and down him.
“And you?”
“Would you welcome me to come and go as I please?” Dream asks, from his place on the floor, clear blue eyes dark in the low light.
“Always,” Hob says, because it’s true, of course it’s true.
A pale hand alights on Hob’s knee. His heart, at the same moment, decides to start a new career as a short-distance sprinter.
“And would you love me?” he asks, gazing up at Hob from under lowered lashes.
Hob swallows, and nods. There’s no way he can trust his voice just now.
And then he’s being pushed back into the couch cushions, and Dream’s settling in his lap, feather-light and leaden at the same time, pinning Hob in place without putting any pressure at all on him.
Dream’s nose brushes against his, a hum sounding in the back of his throat, lips so near that it’d only take one good breath to close the distance between them.
“And would you have me bear your mark? So that I might always return to you? So that others may think of me as yours?”
“Yes,” Hob squeaks, because he can’t very well lie and also, Dream doesn’t seem unenthusiastic about the idea.
“Then mark me,” Dream murmurs, so close Hob can nearly taste him.
Hob swallows, blood flowing firmly out of his brain and to other, more relevant places.
But. One minor detail.
“In front of the cat?”
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bowandcurtsey · 1 year
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When y/n tells them she's pregnant (haikyuu)
Happiest birthday to the hubby, Kuroo Tetsuro ♡→ܫ←♡ I'm keeping up with last year's tradition of writing a fic on his birthday <3
The my followers that have requested for the 1700 event, I'm working on them! although at a slower pace, since I've been busy IRL. And also because AU fics take longer to write heh!
Also, thank you for 1800 (o´ω`o)ノ♡
Kuroo | Bokuto | Sakusa | Ukai x f! reader tw: pregnancy
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He was really really busy and had a few business trips so when you finally got to tell him, you were already into your pregnancy like 14 weeks.
He looked at you wide eyed with his mouth agape. And mind you, he still looked so handsome like that.
"baby, I-.." he trailed off and his body started to move towards you, instinctively or by his own will, you had no idea. but it was pretty funny to watch.
He was filled with so much emotions at the same time: firstly, his wife was already so many weeks pregnant and he only knew about it now, he already missed the first trimester with you and he feels so so so bad that he wasn't there for you.
Secondly, he was just so elated the love of his life, the woman of his dreams was carrying his child. you were pregnant. because of him and for him and the baby belongs to him and you belong to him.. He was just so happy.
And lastly, the idea of him being a dad.. He was excited yet a little scared at the same time. He thought about doing so many things with his baby. teaching him / her to ride a bike, to fly a kite and even to play volleyball. And he thought about having to care for and protect something for the rest of his life... would he be able to do it...?
"Tetsu," the sound of your voice made him focus on you, "we'll be okay."
You looked absolutely beautiful. He wrapped his arms around you. Carefully and gently, afraid of hurting you. "I love you so much, wifey. Thank you and I promise to love and protect the both of you forever."
He peppered your face in kisses, "we need to head out to buy baby stuffs soon, and we'll also need to register him or her in baby school.. Oh and we need to get a nanny..."
"Tetsu... calm down!"
Bokuto Koutaro
"huh?" was what he said.
"I'm pregnant, Kou."
"WHAT?!" he suddenly stood up and knocked down the chair he was sitting in. Thank god you decided to tell him at home or he'll make a ruckus outside. "HOW?"
He was a little out of his senses, and you had to give him the raised eyebrow. "What do you mean how?"
"I MEAN OH MY GOD BABY HOW BIG IS THE BABY?!"
"Kou, calm down!" you really had to tell him to stop and take a deep breath before telling him that you were only 8 weeks pregnant and that he needs to stop making a fuss.
And when he finally came to the realisation that you were going to be parents, he was over the moon. His grin was so huge, his lips was almost going to reach either side of his ears.
He wrapped you in a huge tight hug, "oh my god baby, I'm going to be a dad and you're gonna be a mom and we're going to raise a baby owl of our own!!"
"I'll teach him or her how to play volleyball! I'll go buy a soft volleyball tomorrow!"
"kou. it's way too early for that..."
"Why?! I can introduce it to them from your belly and they'll feel it, won't they?"
"I'm not to sure about that kou..."
"OH MY GOD BABY I'M GONNA CALL AKAASHI AND KUROO AND THE TEAM!!"
And off he goes spending an hour calling everyone and telling them the good news.
Sakusa Kiyoomi
He stared at you for so long, you had to wave in front of his face, "hello? anyone there?" you teased him.
He hugged you suddenly, catching you by surprise.
"I love you." he spoke so softly and gently, stroking the back of your head.
He pulled back and held your hands, "we need to think of a name."
"But dear, we don't even know the gender," you giggled, "i'm only 10 weeks in."
"we need to get ready. I'm going to decorate the nursery tomorrow."
"We still have time, let's take things slow, alright?"
"okay, please don't over exert yourself wifey." he stroked the top of your head and then he got up.
"Where are you going, ki?"
"I'm cleaning the house, we can't have you coming into contact with all the germs. It's gonna be dangerous for the baby."
You sighed a little, shaking your head because your husband has never changed since day 1.
"Also, I'm not letting Atsumu and Hinata and Bokuto near you. They are far too noisy for the baby."
You laughed, "would you take it a little more easy, honey?"
"yes I will. But baby please go wash your hands right now, and wear a mask if you need to head out." He then proceeded to take a small hand sanitiser and put it in your purse.
Ukai Keishin
He dropped his cigarette on the ground, picked it up immediately and put the fire out at once. He never smoked around you when you were pregnant.
"fuck," he smiled as he ran his hand through his hair, "we're gonna have a family, huh."
He was bursting with emotions and was smiling like a little kid who got his favourite candy.
He slowly walked over to you after composing himself and pressed a kiss on your lips before pulling you into a hug.
"I love you." he whispered into your hair.
You never saw it but he had tears brimming in the corner of his eyes.
"It's gonna be tough on you, baby..." he put his hand on your belly, gently caressing it, "I'll be here when you need me. Anything at your service."
"Don't you dare be difficult to your mom, or I'll kick your ass when you're out.." he spoke to your belly.
"I think it's too soon for him or her to understand, honey.."
"never too early to discipline them, baby!!" he said matter of factly, "heh. I'm gonna call gramps. he'll be happy to hear this."
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Pt. 1
Warnings: Tumultuous marriage, nothing spicy… yet.
Word Count: 1700
F!Reader x OC, F!Reader x Jake
Plot: Reader is in a loveless marriage and attends a charity event at a mansion for her husband’s new job. She decides to explore and ends up meeting the owner of the home. He then takes her on his own tour. Was she getting in over her head?
“Y/n what the fuck are you doing? We were supposed to leave 10 minutes ago!”
You sit up from fastening your heel and take a deep breath before responding, “I’m coming down now!” You grab your clutch off the bed and take one last look in the mirror to preen and check for any imperfections.
Tonight was some sort of charity ball that your husband was invited to by his coworkers at a new consulting firm. You had met Steven in college and from the beginning your relationship was never built on passion or love but rather logic. He was smart, getting a degree in something admirable and not to mention easy on the eyes. After graduation you had the picture perfect wedding and bought a house with the proverbial white picket fence. That was a year ago. Now your days mostly consist of going running your boutique and coming home to make dinner (which you more often than not eat alone). Then winding down with a glass or two of wine and your trusty rose. Sex wasn’t really a component of your marriage anymore. With Steven’s long hours you hardly spent any time together at all and when you did it was mostly spent screaming at each other. This isn’t the life you had pictured for yourself at 25 but it is what it is.
You make your way down the steps and there is Steven waiting for you in his all black suit with a silver mask covering half of his face.
“Let’s go, we're already late.” He grabs your arm and practically drags you out to the car that’s been waiting on you. You wince at his touch, “Why is it so important that we’re exactly on time anyways? Isn’t it just a party?”
“It’s not just a party, it's THE party. Everyone important will be there and it’s a prime opportunity to network, you couldn’t possibly understand.”
“Ok then…” you climb into the car and place your clutch in your lap.
The ride there was uncomfortably silent but not unusual. Steven pulls onto a side road that leads up a mountain. The road begins as gravel and then becomes paved about halfway up. At the very top sits a large white brick mansion with black trim. The mass of a driveway is lined with Bentleys, McLarens and the like, meanwhile you’re sitting in a 5 year old Mercedes C class.
“Who’s house is this?” You ask.
“Don’t worry about it, come on.” He grabs your hand and leads you out of the car up to the double doors which are being guarded by a large bald man.
“Password?”
“Luna.” Steven replies in a semi hushed tone.
The man opens the doors and you both walk inside. You’re greeted by a massive foyer with a double staircase that looks like it belongs in a vampiric film. The interior of the home almost takes your breath away. Charcoal walls, black marble floors, silver accents adorning the room and crystal chandeliers half the size of your car hanging over your head.
Soft jazz is coming from a room nearby. You follow Steven to the ballroom where you see about 200 people. Some standing in groups talking and some gliding with one another across the floors.
You turn to Steven,“Can we get a drink?”
“You go ahead I’ll be over here.”
You roll your eyes and make your way to the bar. You greet the bartender, “Hi, can I get a glass of champagne please?” He acknowledges your order and you turn around to scope the room. Middle aged men and their too young wives. Decrepit Vanderbilt types that resemble walking corpses. The amount of money in this room could probably end poverty for the whole country. Doctors, lawyers, philanthropists, businessmen, and a few that you wouldn’t be shocked if they were involved with organized crime, all mingling amongst each other.
You finish your drink and spot your husband across the room and walk over to him. He continues his conversation as though you weren’t even there, not even taking a moment to introduce you. After 20 minutes of conversations about new businesses and architecture, you grow increasingly bored.
“If you’ll excuse me.” You give the group a polite smile and nod then go back into the foyer to ask the doorman where the bathroom is.
“Up the stairs, to the left and then it’s the first door on your right.”
You walk up the staircase and enter the bathroom. You’re immediately drawn to the giant mirror encased in an ornate frame of delicately carved flowers and foliage. Jesus this guy is ridiculous. As you sit, you look around and your mind starts to drift thinking about what kind of man would have a home this extravagant. ‘He probably has a trophy wife with big fake tits and a bbl. Maids and chefs to do all the work while she sits and looks pretty. What a fucking dream.’ You finish up and wash your hands. When you re enter the hallway you decide to explore a little. Steve won’t even notice you’re gone honestly.
You begin to peek into the rooms down the hall, noting the spacious bedrooms and also a theater room. What really grabs your attention is the study. You step into the room and the walls are top to bottom shelves filled with books. You notice a few familiar names, Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein, The Alchemist, etc. You walk around the desk and see out on the balcony there’s a small seating area and a large telescope pointed at the sky. You step outside and begin looking through it, searching for constellations.
“Lovely night isn’t it?” You jump at the raspy voice coming from behind you and quickly spin around.
“Y-yea it is. It’s very clear tonight. Not a cloud in the sky.” Your throat is dry as you eye up the man.
He’s small in stature but appears fairly sturdy nonetheless. The top half of his face is covered with a black mask but you can see a neatly trimmed mustache sitting above his heart shaped lips. His long hair pulled back into a bun. Very well dressed. Donning a gray suit. He has on black button down with what appears to be only the bottom two buttons secured, revealing a smooth chest that he’s decorated with a few necklaces that hold coin pendants. He has an Italian leather belt around his waist that matches the loafers on his feet.
“This is my second favorite room in my home. Especially on nights like tonight.”
“This house is YOURS?!” You choke out.
“You seem surprised. Why?”
“I guess I expected an old crusty bastard to live in something like this. Something so… over the top.”
“Well that’s one thing about me. I tend to have a habit of enjoying the more lavish things this life has to offer.” He takes a sip of what appears to be whiskey in his glass.
“I can see that… You said this is your second favorite room. What is your favorite?”
“I could tell you.. but I think I’d rather show you. Would you like a tour?” He asks and you notice he’s now returning the favor of eyeing you up and down. Seemingly taking a few extra moments on your curves and specifically the neckline of your dress that cuts just below your sternum.
He extends an arm towards you. You look down at his hand as you reach for it. The voice in your head is screaming at you. Telling you that you shouldn’t go with this stranger but there’s something about him. Something Alluring... Dangerous... Sinful even. ‘Fuck it.’ You place your hand in his and instantly electricity shoots through you. It feels as though you’ve just sealed a deal with the devil himself.
He walks you through the maze that is his home, showing you a billiard room with a bar, an indoor pool, his office space, numerous guest rooms and finally, the master bedroom. Each space was decorated in a way that you’ve come to realize is very on par with his personality. Dark and luxurious. His bedroom was no exception.
He lets go of your hand and snakes his arm around you with his hand resting on your lower back. His thumb gently strokes your exposed skin. He guides you through the doorway and flicks the light switch. The room illuminates in a red glow. In the center of the room sits a four post bed with an extravagant wrought iron headboard. You notice above the bed, there’s a circular mirror on the ceiling. ‘Strange.’
“Why is there a mirror up there?” You question innocently.
“Why do you think there’s a mirror up there?” He gives you a look that immediately connects the dots in your brain and you feel your cheeks begin to flush.
“Oh right... Naturally. Okay.” You feel your throat becoming dry once again.
“Well go on, take a look around.”
You follow his instructions and begin to explore the huge room. Another bookcase that reaches the ceiling. His closet could be another bedroom in itself, filled with designer suits and Italian shoes, silk ties and rows of shirts. The bathroom contains a freestanding tub that could probably hold 4 people and the shower about 8.
“Wow. This is absolutely…” You stop yourself as your eye catches an… elevator? You walk over to it and look at him. “Where does this go?”
“The basement.” He replies matter of factly.
“What’s down there?”
“Would you like to see?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“Tell me what it is first. Is it like a dungeon or something?” You laugh.
“Well…”
Your laugh instantly ceases.
He smirks at you, watching the wheels begin to spin in your head. He can tell he’s piqued your curiosity.
“Well? Well what? Is it a dungeon or not?”
“Why don’t I show you and you can be the judge of that.”
You stop for a moment to think of what awaits you. “As long as you promise not to murder me.”
“Cross my heart, hope to die.”
‘If I die, I die.’
He takes your hand again as the elevator dings and opens. The inside is wall to wall mirrors. You notice there’s only two buttons. One for his bedroom and one for wherever he’s taking you.
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Modern AU Thranduil One Shot - Studying Abroad
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The study abroad program you were participating in felt like a dream come true. The University of Kent located in Canterbury had proved to be the right school as the campus was lovely and it was a short train trip to London which made it easy to travel around the rest of England from there. You had been invited to a bonfire by some of your classmates and you happily accepted. The crowd grew fairly large by the time the sun had begun to set which during the Summer, was quite late. One man in particular caught your eye. He was very tall, you guessed around 6’5”, and had shaggy, light blonde hair. You were afraid he was going to notice you staring but it was hard to stop as he was so handsome. “You fancy him, don’t you?” your friend Ruby asked as she sat down on the ground beside you. “He’s really cute” you confessed. “He’s rich too. His father is the Earl of Guilford. He’s the eldest so he’ll inherit the title one day.” “Really?! I’ve never met anybody with a title.” “Come on, I’ll introduce you.” “No! I couldn’t. I’m a nobody” you said in protest. Ruby stood up and then took your hands to pull you to your feet as well. “He’s a real sweetheart. Come on!”
You followed behind her nervously as you walked towards him. “Hello! I’m Ruby and I wanted to introduce you to my friend Y/N. She’s studying abroad from America and has never met any of the nobility.” “Oh well, it’s very nice to meet you both. I’m Thranduil” he said with a big smile as he took turns shaking each woman’s hand. “I’ll see you later” Ruby said and then she walked away leaving them alone. “I hope we didn’t bother you” you said apologetically now feeling quite embarrassed as Ruby hadn’t known him any more than you did. “No bother at all. Are you studying at the university here?” “Yes. It’s just for the Summer but so far, I’m having a wonderful time. I’ve always wanted to come to England.” “I’m glad you’re enjoying your visit and I’m glad you were able to come to my party as well.” “This is your party?” you asked as you realized you hadn’t been given much information about the event. “Yes. I graduated from the University of Kent and every Summer I like to hold a party open to all current students, particularly the ones dedicated enough to continue classes through the Summer term” “That’s really nice of you. Is this your property?” “Yes, the manor house is just on the other side of that rise” he said as he pointed to a small green hill behind him. “Thanks again for the party and for not minding talking with me. I should get back to my friends.” “Do you have to?” he asked with a half-smile. You felt the butterflies in your stomach going crazy as you replied, “No, I guess I don’t have to.”
“Would you like to see the house? There’s a beautiful view from just over there” he said looking to the hill. “I’d love to see it.” You could hardly believe your eyes when the large house came into view. “Wow! I can’t imagine living somewhere like that.” “It was built in the 1700s. It takes a lot of work to maintain but it’s a privilege to be responsible for it and make sure it stands for centuries to come.” Thranduil was so proud as he spoke of the home he had been raised in and that he loved dearly. There was a gazebo not far from them and he took her hand in his as they walked towards it. You sat down beside each other and looked out onto the sky where the first stars were beginning to twinkle in the twilight. “I went to Leeds Castle last weekend and that was really fun. It’s beautiful there too.” You really wanted to tell him that he was the most handsome man you’d ever seen with a voice smoother than silk but instead you rambled about the places you’d been. “It is very lovely there…as are you.” You looked up at him with surprise and he quickly spoke again. “I am sorry. That was much too forward.” You felt courage well up inside you as you said, “I don���t mind. I think you’re really cute too.” You could feel your whole face turn red as you thought you sounded silly but the smile he gave you quickly put you at ease.
“I hope this doesn’t sound rude but I’ve never heard the name Thranduil before, is it a traditional English name.” He chuckled and then answered. “The name was my father’s idea. It is very old and I don’t believe that anyone has used it in centuries. I usually go by Thran.” “It’s a nice name and definitely is unique. Should I ask about your middle name?” you said with a joking tone. “Oh, it’s even worse! It’s Oropherion” he explained and you both laughed. “You’ll have to explain that one to me sometime” you said hinting that you wanted to see him again. “I certainly will” he said and he reached over to hold your hand.   
Thran then smiled as he moved a little closer to you and then took both of your hands in his. He leaned forward and tenderly kissed your forehead. When you did not pull away, he looked into your eyes and then his soft lips kissed yours. He let go of your hands to caress your face and neck and you put your arms around his chest and pulled him closer to you. His kisses were gentle and sweet and you could feel yourself becoming a bit lightheaded. A shooting star streaked across the sky above but you were both oblivious to anything going on around you as you were completely lost in each other’s arms.
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My Plan for the Upcoming Twilight TV Show so that it's actually Good
I heard recently that they're doing a Twilight TV show. The rights are out there at the very least. Who knows when it will happen and what network will produce it where, but it's going to happen.
But here's my thing - they're going to do it wrong if they do it the way I think they will, which is anything like the timeline of the Books/Movies. As a hardcore Twilight fan (yes I'll admit it, I spent a long time in fandom as a preteen, okay? It was my first online fandom and the first fanfiction that I wrote) I have Opinions(TM) about how to make the show in a way that would make it interesting. Stephanie Meyer had interesting ideas and I stand by this! There's a lot of untapped potential in the series and I think if they did it right it could be a really, really cool show! But there's not much going on if we just rehash the same events of the books over again at an episodic level.
No.
I present to you, not the TV show "Twilight", but the TV show "Cullens", which starts off with Carlisle Cullen as he has come to America when he finally starts to build his Coven.
This is NOT the story of whiny Bella Swan and her falling in love with Edward and becoming a vampire over 4 books or 5 movies, but rather the story of a man who has already spent over two centuries as a vampire, struggling because of his love for humanity as he finds purpose and meaning as he builds his family. We follow his story as he collects his coven.
We truly open on the show when Carlisle finds Edward dying of Spanish Influenza and decides to turn him for humanity's sake because he would die and because he as a man is lonely and this boy is so young, only 17, and Edward's mother begs him to do whatever he can to save her son and who knows, maybe Carlisle's been watching him and he sees him like a son already too. Maybe we get flashbacks to Carlisle with the Volturi for those 20 years he stayed with them in Italy back in the early 1700s, who knows. The fact of the matter is, that Carlisle is a doctor at the hospital where Edward is, and for whatever reason that we as an audience are compelled to understand in this first and important episode is Carlisle is finally done being alone and craves family and Edward resembles that for whatever reason, so Carlisle gives in and turns him. The next several episodes are an arc about their relationship as we deal with newborn Edward. We know how hard it is to adjust to being newly turned. After he calms down, Edward then has to confront his mortality and that of his family, we see him start to remember his family and confront those memories. More flashbacks to the Volturi as Carlisle explains what being a vampire is to Edward etc.
We follow the pair then as they travel around with the cover story that Edward is Carlisle's nephew. It's three years later when Esme enters the picture. What we know already is she attempted suicide and Carlisle turned her to save her - and that they have history since Carlisle treated her for a broken leg some ten years prior when she was 16 years old. Fast forward to now and she's gone through an abusive marriage where she ran away from her husband several times, most recently after getting pregnant, and has just lost her baby due to a lung fever. At her wit's end with all of it, Carlisle finds her after she jumps off a cliff attempting to end her life. They end up falling in love and getting married after she is turned. That's several episodes I'm sure. GREAT ARC. But Esme struggles with blood lust, which is a great transition into the conversation for what happens just a few years later with Edward...
We can tie more vampire politics into the show (especially the Volturi into it) when Edward goes through his Ripper phase when he decides he doesn't want to drink animal blood like Carlisle teaches him. The two fight but what can Carlisle do? Maybe there are other vamps around as well to cause extra drama. Who knows? It is a TV show, after all. He goes off on his own and that's a whole plot. I'm sure the network could find some interesting ways to make this dramatic for a few episodes and keep enough plot points alive. Add in some new OC's and side characters. Remember the Denali clan? When do they start being formed? There's not a lot of context on them, just that they're close with The Cullen's. Maybe we get some of their story and interaction here. Maybe Sasha (the original leader who was killed by the Volturi for creating an immortal child) reaches out to Carlisle at some point near the beginning and this is when they all become vegetarian vampires together before the whole Denali clan is formed too.
Fast forward to when that arc is resolved. Edward is back with Carlisle and Esme and the peace is back. Now, we get Rosalie... Now, the thing with Carlisle, is he doesn't turn people just to turn people. He's very moralistic. We learn that all the time about his character. I'm sure our little trio has traveled on from Chicago and is in New York where they encounter Rosalie Hale who was assaulted nearly to death by her husband and all his buddies. Carlisle is somewhat of a matchmaker here and hopes Rosalie and Edward can keep each other company for their immortal lives... it makes me wonder what episode and background we can throw into the show here. Did Carlisle know this girl in any other capacity? Why are his dad senses tingling about Rosalie anyway? That's gotta be an arc.
Anyway, turns out Rosalie is not only not interested in Edward, but she's only really interested in staying with the Cullens because being alone forever would get lonely, so she stays with them... but that's after her revenge arc because Rosalie Hale is a certified Bad Ass. She goes after her Fiance and all his Dude Bros and takes them all out, and I can just imagine her executing this flawlessly as a vamp. I do wonder if Edward reads her mind about her plans and asks if he can help her, though. Eventually, she gives in and it's Sibling Bonding(TM) at its finest. It's this bonding that convinces Rosalie to stay with the Cullens after all, and that's that.
Next, we get Emmett. Now, this is a fun one! Because we get Emmett who starts pining over the gorgeous Rosalie Hale when they move to this new place. I'm not sure it says where they are, but I digress. Do we have a bit of the Bella/Edward vibes here? Are there warnings of "don't let the human close"? Is this around the time when we've just had the Denali arc and are reminded of the human child being killed? Is Carlisle having flashbacks? What is the drama? Make it interesting, TV people! Is Edward mad that Rosalie is flirting back? Is it harmless? Who. Knows. -- But then, it doesn't matter because Emmett is getting mauled by a bear in the woods and... wait, why is Rosalie even there? Why does she even find him? Hmmm, seems like she's following him around protectively ;) well- whatever the reason and drama, Emmett is near dead and she saves him and brings him to Carlisle to be turned. The reactions of the coven... the reactions of the town, of his family, of his friends, the drama. Make it interesting, once again, people! This is TV gold! It's cliches and everything you want for TV, c'mon! And then, of course, since they were already practically in love already, they really can be together, but now they have to leave because Emmett is supposedly dead and the Cullens are complicit in that for some reason too perhaps. So they get out of dodge and where do they go now?
If you guessed Forks, Washington, you're right. It's the first time and it's time to get into the legends and deal with The Wolves(TM). It's all about the Quiluetes and it's time to make a treaty with The Pack(TM). Ephraim Black is Jacob's great-grandfather and the leader of the tribe. Whoooa boy. I can think of sooooo much they can do with this,. And just how long do the Cullens stay in Forks the first time around? It's a whole arc. Maybe it's a season. We get some good wolf content. We get some pack dynamics. It's great. We get some beef between Rosalie and the wolves maybe, because there's obvious dislike between her and the wolves later and it's gotta be for a reason more than just their smell, I know it. So, several episodes there. Maybe even some fighting. I know it ends with a treaty, but that's not easily won. Maybe it's Rosalie they found first and one of the wolves attacked her before they were able to make talks for peace. Yeah. I can see this season being really fun.
So, after all that goes down, maybe there's something with the Volturi? Something with the Denali? They do end up staying with the Denali Coven for a time. Maybe they go somewhere else for a little while after they've overstayed their welcome in Forks. Sometime around the 1940s they leave. During the 1950s Jasper and Alice wander upon them and at this point, I fully believe we would get a several-episode arc of Jasper's origin story with the Civil War and the Newborn Army - but they've gotta make it interesting somehow, so there's gotta be a parallel conflict in the timeline that makes it relevant, like I keep saying, make it interesting. Who knows where the Cullens are living right now at this point, but there's crazy everywhere and they're vampires they're practically magnates for danger and chaos. Make something up. Family drama, vampire drama, whatever you need. Where are more of those OCs. And don't forget! We have all the covens and vampires from the battle in Breaking Dawn that we can draw on at ANY point in the show for extra vampires to make any of this interesting as well! Make. It. Make. Sense. How does Carlisle know everyone all the time??? Add spice, add interest, and make the Cullens well-connected in a way that makes sense!
Once we get through Jasper's origin story, we get how he and Alice met, which of course is that Alice saw him in a vision. Alice is such a fun character.
And what do they do in the interim 60 years until Bella? Um, not really sure, but we can find some filler or we can time skip. Not like we haven't been doing that anyway. I also have this vague idea that the whole first few seasons are vaguely a la How I Met Your Mother where they're always telling the story to Bella or Renesmee or someone anyway -- oooh telling the story to Ren would be cute actually... that has potential. Grandpa Cullen telling his granddaughter about how all the family got together. That's adorable, whether you like Renesmee as a character or not. Tell me I'm wrong... Anyway, so then maybe it's like, "So what about mom?" or something and we jump to the actual plot of the Twilight books.
But we don't just get the Twilight books, we get the full in-depth. We get the shifters in La Push full with Emily and Sam and Quil, Embry and Jake, and Paul and all the bois, we get the whole story from Bree Tanner on the side as that develops. We get random check-ins with the Denali clan, because that's relevant! We get Edward's perspective on things as well when he meets Bella and how he runs away to the Denali clan because he's dead lusting for her blood! We get complex feelings and all the arguments about it! We get Rosalie and Edward fighting because isn't she being hypocritical about Bella?
We get the Volturi and more drama from the throne room as they learn about the Cullens and their drama just like we have been following Volturi drama on and off all series long. We know the personalities of Caius and Marcus and their dynamic with Aro. We've already heard the origin story of Jane and Alec and we know how brutal the terror twins are. We get the Volturi women Sulpicia, Athenedora, Chelsea, Heidi, and Renata. Don't even get me started on Demitri and Felix and my headcanon of their epic friendship. So, yeah, Volturi stuff.
All of it comes to a head at the final battle in Breaking Dawn just like we know but with so much more meaning than ever before because of the rich history we have from seasons upon seasons of "The Cullens" or "Cullen" or whatever you end up calling this show. It's amazing, it's beautiful, we've laughed, we've cried, we've become a family over and over again and Carlisle has a family and this is his family and he is happy.
Will they make it like this? Probably freaking not, but this is my one request to the universe. Don't make a "Twilight" TV show. Make a "Cullen" TV show.
Please.
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The Universe Is Yours
Pairings: 10th Doctor x M!reader
Warning: teeny tiny bit if man angst
Summary: You followed The Doctor everywhere. And now he finally found you.
Word count: 1700
Aliens spanned all across the universe, so many different species and subspecies and on top of that there were new cultures and religions that came with the new species. You loved to study them all, every alien invasion that came to earth, any encounter you witnessed. You were always there, always taking pictures. But there was one similarity with all the encounters.. The Doctor.
You first heard of him a few years back when christmas santas and plastic mannequins tried to take over london, next event was when an alien ship crashed into the london river, and once again aliens tried to take over, which lead to harriet Jones becoming prime minister, leading to the torchwood institute and all its alien capturing tools. There were many more events that happened after, all with the doctor making his appearances and saving London and the world. The most recent was when Cybermen and Daleks tried to battle for earth, and the doctor sucked them all into the void like nothing had ever been there in the first place, minus all the destruction that was left behind. You were there for all of it, blending in as a worker with fake IDs, or just there taking pictures.
The more these events happened, the moreThe Doctor seemed to notice you, hiding in the shadows away from prying human eyes, but alas he wasn't human, and he noticed. Rose was gone, in the parallel universe, living her life, and the Doctor was alone… or was he really? Because wherever he went, you seemed to follow.
Today had been pretty boring it seemed, no alien attacks, no signs of the doctor, no panicking or screaming. London was… normal… for the first time in a long time, and that in its own way was strange to you. Currently you are in your apartment suite, hanging up your newly bought Canadian and UK flags in your window.
You were born in Canada but moved to London when you turned twenty, having finished school and with nothing else to do with life. Your parents died and your grandparents who had taken care of you your whole life had also passed away last year. So London and all its mysteries called to you. At first you were interested in ancient ruins and old civilizations, history and vikings and anglo-saxons all interested you. Then aliens came and it became your new hyperfixation.
You had a day job, because you obviously couldn't live in London with no job, so you worked as a delivery organizer in the warehouse, receiving all the packages that were delivered to your store, managing a forklift and shelves. It paid a pretty decent penny, enough to help you live of course.
Today was your day off however, and with nothing strange going on you decided to take your polaroid camera and take a walk through the park, and it's exactly what you did, taking nice pictures of nature, and of cute little squirrels and birds. Eventually you took a seat down on a bench in the park, sorting through the polaroids in your bag, smiling at the better pictures. A sigh left your lips, and you glanced to your side after noticing someone had sat down beside you, however you didn't really care all that much, until you took a double take, noticing a very familiar coat jacket, and pants… you looked up, eyes widening when you saw familiar short brown hair, and a beautiful pair of eyes…
He was sitting right beside you.
You put your camera in your satchel and you stood up abruptly, taking a step back as he smiled at you. "Hello!" he exclaimed. And with that you turned and ran, gripping the strap of your bag as your legs carried you through the park. Some people gave you strange looks, and when you looked back for just a moment you tripped on a stick on the path and went tumbling down.
However, before you could hit the ground you felt two arms wrap around you and twirl you around, holding you close for just a moment to make sure you were stable. However as you were spun around your camera had managed to fall from your bag, and it smashed into a dozen pieces on the ground.
You pushed the stranger away, falling to your knees as you hastily gathered all the pieces, your breath catching in your throat as a steady stream of tears escaped your eyes, and finally you let out a choked sob, holding all the broken polaroid pieces in your hands. 'man up' you thought to yourself, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. "men shouldn't cry, stupid boy" you whispered, leaning back on your legs as you stared up at the sky,
You then felt a hand on your shoulder, and slowly the doctor came into view again. "Hey, don't run away this time… I only want to talk." He said softly, grabbing the camera pieces from your hands and from the ground. "Hmm yes… yes! What a brilliant piece of technology! come back to the TARDIS with me and I'll fix your camera right up for you!" He exclaimed, shoving all the pieces into your bag before hoisting you up onto your feet. "What? No way Doctor… Doctor Who?! I'm not coming into your tiny police box so you can kidnap me and dump me on some- some other world! no way!" You exclaimed, taking a step back as the doctor extended a hand to you.
"Oh come on! I don't know you but you clearly seem to know me.. Why not take the chance to talk to The Doctor! it'll be funnnn~" he sang out, seeing the conflict spread across your face.
With a deep breath, you reluctantly grabbed his hand, however as soon as you did he immediately dragged you along as he ran through the park, to the blue police box you have seen so many times and taken so many pictures of. And when he opened the door, and pulled you inside… it was like nothing you had ever seen before… "Woah… what…" you trailed off, and your immediate thought was to take pictures, but without your camera… you couldn't.
You turned back to the doctor, and he was smiling widely, gesturing for you to give him the camera pieces… and so you did. watching as he laid them all across his console, and with some strange looking screwdriver he pieced together your camera, and added a few things too it seemed, and within the hour he handed your camera back to you, smiling brightly still. "So? what do you think?" he asked, and you studied your camera intensely, glancing up at him with a curious look.
"What did you add to it?" you asked, and it looked like his smile grew even wider upon hearing your question. "well! I added a few things that might be invented a few years from now, but oh well i'll let you have something a little nicer. But your pictures will become much cleaner and easier to see, no flashback in pictures. unlimited polaroid so you never need to buy cartridges again! and, there's a UV light on it, and an infrared camera setting, and night vision! just in case." he explained, watching as your eyes went wider the more he explained what he had added to your camera.
You gently set it down on the center console, looking up at him before abruptly pulling him into a tight hug. "Thank you Doctor." You whispered, pulling back with a nervous expression.
"It's no problem really… and whoever told you that men can't cry, is stupid and wrong." The doctor stated, which made you smile a bit more. However, before you could say anything, he spoke up again. "So now I did something for you… so you can do something for me. Tell me when you first saw me, and started taking pictures. Because I see you everywhere I am." He started, taking a step closer to you. Your eyes went wide, and you took a step back in response. "I mean it started a few years ago I guess?When you looked… different? It started when the plastic mannequins attacked london." You answered, and he hummed in response.
"You dont sound like you're from London… Where are you from?" He asked, and you smiled. "Canada! proud and free, i moved to london after my grandparents died, i have no family, just my camera." You answered, a sad tone to your voice as you explained this to him.
The doctor took a step back from you, and you relaxed, grabbing your modified camera, putting it in your bag with a sigh. "Well… why are you following me?" he asked finally,and you beamed in response, pulling out all the photos and files you carried with you. "Ever since I saw you there has been alien activity everywhere! all across the world. I used to be interested in old structures, and viking history… But ever since you came around i've been hyper fixated on you i guess? and your adventures… It's just all so fascinating." You explained, seeing him smile at your response.
'Well then… would you like to see my adventures first hand? you could come with me on all my adventures…" He suggested.
he was giving you the option to explore galaxies, new worlds, you could meet aliens and study cultures with the doctor up close instead of watching them from afar… You had no family, no animals, and nothing at home… but The doctor was offering you the world.
You saw him extend his hand to you, and without a second thought you grabbed it. "i need to stop at my apartment, and pack some money and clothes… But yes Doctor… I'll come with you." You said softly, and he pulled you towards the console and told you which buttons to press, and when he got the location of your home he took you there, appearing in the spare bedroom of your apartment.
This? being shown the universe? with such a hot man too? You couldn't have it any other way.
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24hlevi · 1 year
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For the event can I have denji and sharing a bed? It’s the 10th prompt of the fluff
of course! thank you so much for requesting 🫶
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denji (chainsaw man) x gn!reader
genre: fluff
summary: fluff prompt 10(sharing a bed) from my 1,700 follower event
warnings: language
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denji had never felt this way before. well, that might be a lie. he had felt this way before, dumbstruck in love that he turns to stone and just freezes like some idiot. but nothing like this. well, that might be a lie too. denji had just never shared a bed with someone other than power, but with you there, he was bound to lose it.
yet here he was, stiff as a board sitting straight on the bed with you laying beside him. well, this got awkward fast. denji was used to sleeping beside power, but it felt different with you. like how makima said to him, the closer you are to a person, the better it feels. and he was feeling pretty damn good right now. he knew you were still awake obviously with you reading some sort of book next to him, he couldn't tell whatever it was. the boy kept glancing over at you, trying to be discreet but failing horribly when you finally looked at him just as he was looking at you.
"can't get to sleep?" you asked him, putting a bookmark in the book and setting it down beside you. "we have work tomorrow, you know. you should probably sleep."
"can't get to sleep?" you asked him, putting a bookmark in the book and setting it down beside you. "we have work tomorrow, you know. you should probably sleep."
"i don't wanna," denji responded in a grumble, pulling the blanket up higher to him more. "i'm not tired."
you raised an eyebrow at him, "but you told aki you were tired which is why we're here right now," you said. "is something wrong?"
"huh?" denji let out, his face contorting into confusion. "why would something be wrong?"
"i don't know, that's why i was asking," you answered with a light shrug. you rolled over onto your side finally, looking at denji who hadn't moved an inch from his original position and sighing shortly. "denji."
denji looked at you, "what?" he asked.
"you haven't shared a bed with anyone other than power, have you?" you questioned, shuffling down so your head was now resting on the pillows.
denji stared at you for a few seconds, both confused and lost in his thoughts that he was hardly able to respond, "i haven't, no," he grumbled out. "why does that matter?"
"because," you started, slowly moving closer to him and pushing some of his hair out of his face, "you seem anxious or something. you've been stuck in this position for an hour."
"has it been that long?" he couldn't help but ask. looking at the clock on the wall, you were right. it was hardly midnight and when he last looked it was around 10:45, meaning he really was just stuck in that position the whole time while you were reading. "sorry." he mumbled after.
quickly shaking your head, you replied with, "no, don't apologize, it's alright. i just don't want you to be uncomfortable or anything."
denji didn't know how to respond to that. no one else cared whether he was uncomfortable with certain things or not, surely not when it came to matters like this. everyone just told him what to do and how to do it, and he would listen reluctantly with no questions asked. to be told that someone wanted to make sure he wasn't uncomfortable was new. he had never been told that before. not by anyone.
"i'm not uncomfortable," he eventually responded, shaking his head. "just not used to it, i guess. no one cares if i'm uncomfortable or don't want to do something, i do it anyways. like a dog." his voice got quieter the more words he spoke.
"hey," you poked his cheek gently to make him look at you again. "you're not a dog. you are a human being. you have feelings, you have emotions, and you have a heart," you then poked your finger on his chest. "it doesn't matter what others tell you to do, you have a right to say no. unless it's for work, then obviously no, but still! even if no one else cares, i care. okay?"
denji nodded slowly, looking down at where your finger was pointing and carefully, hesitantly grabbing your hand and immediately interlocking his fingers with yours. "okay," he said quietly. finally rolling over onto his side as well, he faced you, barely able to see you through the dim lamp you had on still next to you. "i love you, y/n." he mumbled.
a small smile grew on your face at the words you hardly heard, and your free hand cupped the side of his face, "i love you too, denji. i always will." you told him, leaning in and pecking his lips. "now can we please go to sleep? we have work tomorrow."
"yeah, work," he said with disgust evident in his voice. "i hate working sometimes." he added shortly after, closing his eyes.
"me too, but we have to or else we will be homeless or worse," you replied with a sigh, closing your eyes too.
denji just hummed out a "yes" as a response, his hand still holding onto yours as you two faced each other, going to sleep after what felt like hours of just sitting there.
"i don't want anything bad to happen to us."
"me either. but nothing will happen, i promise."
promise was a strong word for denji. he had been promised many things that ended up not working out. but for some reason, he knew you were telling the truth. nothing bad would happen to you two. at least, not now anyways.
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dandelion-jester · 8 months
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Writblr Intro:
Hello All!!!
I've been meaning to do a proper intro so better late then never!
Who Am I?
You can call me Dandelion. I'm 22 years old, I use they/them pronouns, I'm English and I am a queer, trans, neurodivergent fantasy writer. I've not had anything published yet but it's my aim.
I have a background in theatre and circus so performing arts tend to turn up in my work. I also love making maps and studying conlangs! I do a lot of art and reading as hobbies, but my favourite pass time is playing dnd!
What Do I Write?
I write mainly fantasy, but also scifi and historical fiction. I also dabble in poetry and I would like to learn how to write for games and screen at some point. For now though, it's all novel writing as far as the eye can see.
My favourite trope to write is found family (I blame all the dungeons and dragons I play). I also write a lot of queer characters and try to diversify my casts as much as possible. My work tends to be very character driven although I do love world building a lot, especially building different cultures and places. I'm best st dialogue and really struggle with building plots. I also have a deep love for history, specifically the 1700s and Anglo saxon - medieval Britain, so that's usually finds its way into my work as well.
You can find my work on Patreon here
What Do I Read?
Unsurprisingly, it's mostly fantasy. I used to read over 100 books a year, but university has made me hit a massive reading slump. So the main thing keeping me going right now is Robin Hobb. I also listen to a lot of audiobooks.
My WIPs:
Information on my current work is under the break!!
Feypocalypse
Feypocalypse is a queer, fantasy horror comic set in medieval England following the events of a Fey Apocalypse in the 1300s. It follows a group of knights trying to survive in a world that has been turned into a Fey hunting ground, whilst protecting the Changeling child they accidentally adopted. The current plan is eight issues, to be published on Patreon and then printed as a complete novel at the end! It will be written by myself and illustrated by my amazing co-creator @withlovefromthecrowss.
The Legend of The Rat Bastards (vols. 1 & 2)
I recently finished playing in a Curse of Strahd campaign that lasted about 2 years and was one of the best dnd experiences of my life. So of course, I decided to write it up in novel form so that I and the other players could always return to it. Our paladin was an extremely detailed note taker so I've been borrowing their notes. It's currently the longest piece of writing I’ve ever done and I add to it every day. It's from the pov of my character, a human necromancer called Sepulcrave who has a pretty crazy character arc and it's my current main WIP, even though its a personal project.
Eye of the Falcon King (working title)
A secondary-world medieval fantasy novel about identity, rebellion, and manipulation. In a world where some few people have the ability to shape-shift into birds, the king seeks out these people to be his personal servants, messengers and spies. Turik is a young boy able to turn into a falcon and becomes a member of the King's circle. But after a tragedy befalls his best friend it begins to become apparent that the king is not as benevolent as he seems and Turik must come to terms with the knowledge that his reality is a lie. This book is about breaking free from manipulative forces, the ways invisible disabilities are ignored and pushed aside, and mostly about how the monarchy is terrible. Also queer people because all my stories have queer characters.
Otherlings (working title)
It's 1875 and Eliza Farthing's twin brother Alexander has just reappeared in her life after seven years. Except he's not her twin, he's her changeling. And Eliza isn't always Eliza, sometimes he's Francis. The world's of the two twins - one fey, one queer - are about to become very intertwined against their wishes. The two have to fight against their family, the police, a morally corrupt scientist, inter-community distrust, and their own dislike for each other, or both of them will never regain the lives they so desperately need and desire. Also there's a circus. The book deals with identity, secrecy, hatred, and community. It's a book about found family, about accepting yourself and others, about not needing to be seen to exist and be worth something. Mostly it's about sticking together despite your differences.
So that's my current WIPs! I'll add more as I get them, but that's all for now! Thank you for taking an interest in my work and if you have any questions, don't hesitate to send me an ask :)
Tags I use
#legend of the rat bastards, #eye of the falcon king, #ask dandelion-jester #feypocalypse #otherlings novel
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ro-is-struggling · 2 years
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Masterlist
Here’s a list with all my works. 
Here are the request rules and this is the list of characters I write for
Last updated: 15/02/24
English is not my first language!
600 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION MASTERLIST
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Marvel
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~Bucky Barnes
NIGHTMARES 
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky is a free man. Free from Hydra and all that they put inside his mind. But that doesn’t mean he’s free from the past. It haunts him in his sleep and everytime he closes his eyes. Luckily he found someone who’s willing to put up with him.
Word count: 4600
Warnings: mentions of nightmares, insecurity, trauma and ptsd, hurt/comfort, mutual pining, angst. Bucky doesn’t think he’s worthy of love. Reader has mental powers. Starts out kinda sad but it ends up being really cute and fluffy in my opinion.
INCOMPLETE
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: When your relationship started to have problems you and Bucky agreed that the best thing to do would be to break up. At the time it had sounded like the only option you had left. But now, several months later, Bucky was beginning to wonder if he had done the right thing because the pain in his heart and the emptiness in his chest only seemed to grow with each passing day.
Word count: 2600+
Warnings: angst (with happy ending), one kinda intense kiss scene, fluff
TENSION
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky has been acting distant and you can’t help but think it’s your fault.
Word count: 1700
Warnings: angst (with happy ending), Bucky is a little harsh on reader, mentions of past trauma (reader’s parents had a shitty toxic relationship)
ENEMIES
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: You and Bucky don’t get along. He hates you from the moment he found out you used to work for Hydra and has no problem showing it. Until one day after an accident on a mission he discovers the truth about your past and realizes that you two aren’t so different after all.
Word count: 5000
Warnings: angst, hurt/comfort, enemies to friends, Bucky and Steve are mean to the reader, mentions of past trauma (the reader was experimented on and tortured by Hydra kinda like Bucky), reader has powers that allow her to transfer people’s wounds on her own body and heal them using her own vital force, fluff (Bucky it’s a sweetheart in the end)
JEALOUSY
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: An undercover mission in Madripoor of all places leads to rivalry, jealousy and unexpected confessions of love.
Word count: 6700
Warnings: takes place on the events of episode 3 o tfatws, mutual pining, jealousy, Zemo being a little shit, brief mention of reader’s backstory (she worked for a thief and smuggler named Fiona before joining the avengers), reader fake-flirts with Zemo, Bucky and the reader fight and it ends in light smut (just some kisses and over the clothes stuff), fluff
BETWEEN US
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Rogers!Fem!Reader
Summary: Zemo contacts you after escaping from prison because he wants you to help him stop the Power Broker. You thought he was crazy for thinking you would be willing to join him, but when he brought up the fact that it was a dangerous mission you had no choice but to accept his offer. You hated Zemo, but you weren’t willing to lose Bucky. He was the last family you had left.
Word count: 9400
Warnings: established relationship (Bucky and reader are married), angst, reader lies to Bucky, Zemo being a little shit and getting in everybody’s heads, Bucky’s insecurities, ends in fluff. Also reader is Steve’s younger sister and a super soldier
DANCE WITH SOMEBODY
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky dances with you for the first time in 70 years
Word count: 1200
Warnings: pure fluff, mentions of the reader having some kind of healing power, set somewhere after caws so bucky is in control of his body but is having trouble remembering his past
UNDERCOVER TRILOGY MASTERLIST
Summary: Your first mission with the Avengers proves to be more difficult than you expected when you discover you have to go undercover with none other than Bucky Barnes. Spending so much time together posing as an engaged couple leads to the development of feelings that you fear will change your relationship forever.
Series Warnings: slow burn, mutual pining, fake dating, forced proximity (only one bed trope), mentions of the reader being insecure about her body, probably overuse of pet names (doll). Smut, praise kink, body worship, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, aftercare
ROAD TRIP
Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader
Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky—especially Bucky—during a long road trip.
Word count: 3400
Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy
LOSE MYSELF
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky can’t help but fall in love with his new neighbor even though every fiber of his beings tells him to stay away from her.
Word count: 4200
Warnings: song fic, fem reader, written from Bucky’s point of view, angst, mentions of insecurities and trauma (from Bucky’s side), mutual pining kinda, Bucky being a total simp for the reader, fluff
NEW LOVE
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader, past Matt Murdock x Female Reader
Summary: after a long day at work all you want to do is curl up on the couch with Bucky and forget about the existence of the outside world. But things get complicated when the past catches up with you, knocking on your door and asking for your help.
Word count: 6600
Warnigs: mentions of the reader being a nurse, jealousy, talks of insecurities, mentions of blood, reader being afraid to love again, angst with a happy ending
BEING HOMESICK AND WATCHING THE WORLD CUP WITH THE AVENGERS HEADCANONS
Pairings: platonical Avengers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader
Summary: Bucky senses that something is wrong with you but you don’t seem ready to talk about it. After watching you closely for a while he discovers that your sadness comes from missing your home country and decides to do something to cheer you up. One day you mention to him how excited you are about the World Cup and that gives Bucky the idea of throwing you a surprise party to watch the last game of the event together. In the midst of the tensions of the game, emotions surface and your feelings for Bucky are exposed in the most unexpected way.
Word count: 6600 total, 3700 (part 1) 2900 (part 2)
UNTITLED SHY!BUCKY X READER
Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: lately I can’t stop thinking about Bucky being shy around a girl he likes. The idea of such a tall, strong, imposing man turning into a nervous mess who can’t even look you in the eye drives me crazy. It’s the duality of the toughness of his exterior contrasting against the softness and tenderness of his interior that leaves me screaming, crying and throwing up. So I’m gonna write about it!
Word count: 2400 (This was supposed to be a drabble… ooops)
Warnings: a little angsty but with happy ending
TOUCH
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Summary: Bucky was not a fan of physical contact, that was something you knew about him even before you started dating him. What you didn’t know was how incredibly touch starved he was. That is until one lazy Sunday afternoon, when you take your relationship to the next level.
Word count: 4300
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with feelings, dry humping, overstimulation, kinda sub!bucky x gentle dom!reader, touch starved bucky, a little angst (it’s bucky duh), fluff
BREAKFAST IS SERVED
Pairing: Stucky x Female!Reader
Summary: Bucky decides to have you for breakfast. When Steve interrupts you, he asks him to join in and the both of them feast on you  {Part 2 of Let Me Help}
Word count: 7800
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Porn without plot (like there’s literally no plot, just filth), dom!Bucky (trust me, it’s a warning), fingering, edging, oral sex (f & m receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation/name calling (slut), cum play kinda, praise kink, overstimulation, threesome, fluff at the end. No real Stucky action, just them having their fun with the reader ;) (although Bucky kinda fucks them both in a way👀)
SELF CARE
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader (it can pass as gender neutral I think?)
Summary: Bucky always seemed interested in your skin care routine, so when one day he arrives tired and drained from a mission, you take the opportunity to show him the importance and benefits of self-care.
Word count: 2200
Warnings: established relationship, brief mention to Bucky’s past trauma, a fuck ton of fluff, my little knowledge of skin care lol
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~Matt Murdock
GIVE ME LOVE
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader
Summary: You and Matt have a complicated relationship. You swore you would never see him again. But you were weak and one night, fueled by alcohol, you decided to call him.
Word count: 1400
Warnings: light/implied smut (there’s some kissing and touching but nothing too heavy) so I’ll ask minors to not interact with this
YOU RUINED ME
Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female Reader
Summary: on a cold rainy night Y/N accidentally ends up standing in front of her ex-boyfriend’s house and remembers with sadness the last time she walked through those doors.
Word count: 3800
Warnings: fem reader, emotional infidelity (Matt is still in love with Elektra), breakup, unrequired love (the reader is still in love with Matt, but he has feelings for Elektra). It’s pure sadness with no happy ending
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~Peter Parker
FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN
Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Female Reader
Summary: Spider-Man was doing his night patrol when he heard the sobs of a lonely woman sitting on the sidewalk under the rain. He went over to help her, unaware that by doing so he was also helping himself.
Or the one where two lonely souls find comfort in each other.
Word count: 17000 (okay, hear me out! the story is split into parts so you can close it and come back later and you won’t miss anything)
Warnings: this is inspired by some of Peter 3 lines in No Way Home (about how he stopped pulling his punches) so there’s a lot of sadness over Gwen’s death, hurt/comfort, Peter being a flirty bastard, the reader doesn’t know Spider-Man’s identity for the most part, mentions of blood and injuries, Peter being scared of feelings, the reader getting attacked in the streets (but it’s very quick and nothing happens)
ANXIETY
Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader (I wrote this with Andrew’s Peter Parker in mind because I’m in my Andrew Garfield era but you can imagine the other Spideys if you want, it’s not too specific)
Summary: Peter comforts you after you had a bad day.
Word count: 1200
Warnings: mentions of anxiety and insecurities (nothing too graphic), Peter being a loving supportive boyfriend. I think that’s all but if I missed anything let me know!
OCEAN EYES
Pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x Reader.
Summary: Peter is captivated by your blue eyes.
Word count: 1200
Warnings: reader has blue eyes, fluff
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~Steve Rogers 
WOMAN LIKE ME
Pairing: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Summary: You had the biggest crush on Steve, but you thought you were too different to work as a couple. Although that didn’t mean you couldn’t have a little fun with him.
Or the one where Steve is shy and you love to tease him.
Word count: 3000
Warnings: shy!steve (he’s so adorable omg), mutual pining, fluff but like a lot of it
ROAD TRIP
Pairings: platonic!Bucky Barnes x Reader, platonic!Steve Rogers x Reader, platonic!Sam Wilson x Reader
Summary: you annoy the shit out of Steve, Sam and Bucky—especially Bucky—during a long road trip.
Word count: 3400
Warnings: crack fic, humor, sharing beds, kinda fluffy
NASTY NAUGHTY BOY
Pairing: Shy!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader
Summary: An undercover mission puts you and Steve in a compromising position that will change your relationship forever.
Word count: 11300
Warnings: Set somewhere after Avengers 1. Shy!Steve, mutual pining, SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little plot (not really), dom/sub dynamics (kinda), dom!reader, sub!steve, oral sex (female receiving), p in v sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, hair pulling, pet names (baby, bad/good boy)
LET ME HELP
Pairing: Pre-Serum!Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Word count:  2900
Warnings:  Set in the 40s (just cause I imagined this with pre-serum steve), SMUT MINORS DNI, inexperienced!steve x softdom!reader, somnophilia kinda so dubcon maybe? (Steve is asleep and the reader rubs against him), handjob, dirty talk, pet names (baby, good boy), there’s literally no plot just smut ;)
BREAKFAST IS SERVED
Pairing: Stucky x Female!Reader
Summary: Bucky decides to have you for breakfast. When Steve interrupts you, he asks him to join in and the both of them feast on you {Part 2 of Let Me Help}
Word count: 7800
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, Porn without plot (like there’s literally no plot, just filth), dom!Bucky (trust me, it’s a warning), fingering, edging, oral sex (f & m receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, slight degradation/name calling (slut), cum play kinda, praise kink, overstimulation, threesome, fluff at the end. No real Stucky action, just them having their fun with the reader ;) (although Bucky kinda fucks them both in a way👀)
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~Stephen Strange
EXISTENTIAL CRISIS
Pairing: Platonic!Stephen Strange x gn!Reader
Summary: After Wong sent you and Stephen to investigate the multiverse you begin to worry about the idea that there are thousands of versions of you. Unluckily for Stephen, he is the one who has to endure your existential crisis.
Word count: 1700
Warnings: this is kind of a crack fic so humor, Stephen being annoyed by the reader, chaotic and dumb gn!reader (I think I didn’t use any pronouns or anything like that but if I did let me know so I can change that!), a supernatural reference (if you get it you get a virtual cookie)
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DCU
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~Clark Kent
IN SICKNESS AND IN HEALTH
Pairing: Clark Kent x Female Reader
Summary: You’re terrified that your boyfriend Clark —the local superhero and most perfect man on the planet— will see you sick, so you forbid him to visit you while you have a cold. However, when he shows up at your door saying he misses you, he proves that your insecurities were unwarranted.
Word count: 2200
Warnings: fluff, established relationship, reader being a little insecure, hurt/comfort kinda
BREAKFAST IN BED
Pairing: Clark Kent x Female Reader
Summary: Being married to a superhero was bound to have some tough times, you knew that well when you accepted Clark’s marriage proposal. However, the last few months were becoming too difficult for you as he was having trouble balancing his daily life and his responsibilities as Superman. Intentional or not, he was neglecting you and you were getting tired of waking up alone every morning. But just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, Clark surprises you with breakfast in bed and a talk that reminds you why you love him so much.
Word count: 1800
Warnings: a little angst, but mostly fluff
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Harry Potter
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~James Potter
HAPPILY
Pairing: James Potter x Slytherin!Reader
Summary: Overwhelmed by people’s negative opinions, you begin to think that your relationship with James has no future. However, when you try to break up with him, James reminds you what really matters: your love and happiness.
Word count: 1700
Warnings: a little angst, reader feeling unsure about her relationship with James, mentions of the marauders being not so great to reader (but nothing too bad). It’s mostly fluff (like really fluffy, James is a sweetheart in this)
OOPS
Pairing: James Potter x Female Reader
Summary: You’ve had a crush on James since the first time you saw him but never said anything for fear of being rejected. Until one day you accidentally overheard a conversation between the marauders that changed everything.
Word count: 2700
Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, James is kinda shy on this one, reader has a flirty personality or at least I tried to make her be that way,
DATING JAMES POTTER HEADCANONS 
Pariring: James Potter x Female Reader
Summary: a little look into your relationship with James
Word count: 1100
Warnings: fluff, mutual pining, friends to lovers
JUST TO BE CLOSE TO YOU
Pairing: James Potter x Fem!Ravenclaw!Reader
Summary: You tend to James’ wounds after a particularly difficult Quidditch match.
Word count: 1100
Warnings: hurt/comfort, fluff, intense kisses, implied smut. Also I described james’ eyes color as blue because in my head he’s Aaron Taylor-Johnson
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~Remus Lupin
ALWAYS
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Female Reader {marauders era}
Summary:  After discovering that he is in love with his best friend, Remus does what he does best: run away. Blinded by fear of rejection for his condition, he decides it’s best to push Y/N away before she can hurt him. It’s what he’s done all his life to protect himself from people’s judgment. But after seeing the pain and confusion in the young girl’s eyes Remus begins to wonder if it was really a good idea.
Word count: 5000
Warnings: mentions to insecurities, Remus is afraid of the reader’s reaction to his lycanthropy so he pushes her away and is kinda mean at one pont, angst, hurt/comort, fluff
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Stranger Things
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~Billy Hargrove
BILLY X DRAMA QUEEN!READER HEADCANONS
Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Fem!Drama queen!reader
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~Eddie Munson
HAIRCUT
Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader
Summary: Bored with your looks, you made the impulsive decision to cut your hair yourself in your bathroom at home. When the job is done you’re not so sure you like the end result. But lucky for you, Eddie is there to assure you that you look beautiful.
Word count: 790
Warnings: none, it’s just fluff
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~Steve Harrington
STAY
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Henderson!Reader
Summary:  After discovering the truth about the Upside Down, Y/N Henderson joins his little brother in the final battle to close the portal and save Hawkins. In doing so, she finds herself teaming up with none other than Steve Harrington of all people and discovers a side of him she didn’t know he had. In the chaos of the battle he brings her comfort and makes her feel safe. That’s why when everything ends she doesn’t want to leave his side. So she does what everyone would do in her situation: invite him to spend the night at her place even though they are not friends.
Word count:  4700
Warnings:  nothing I think, it’s just fluff, like really really fluffy. Steve is a sweetheart and comforts Y/N when she’s scared after everything she went through. They share a bed, do I need to say more?
THROUGH THE DARK
Pairing: Steve Harrington x Female!Reader
Summary: Steve gets attacked by Vecna but your voice guides him through the dark.
Word count: 2300
Warnings: SEASON 4 SPOILERS, angst, hurt/comfort, my take on Steve fears/insecurities, fluff
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The 100
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~Bellamy Blake
JUST FRIENDS
Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Female Reader
Summary: Trapped in space, alone and heartbroken, Bellamy and Y/N find solace in each other. As time passes, feelings begin to flutter between them. The only problem is that everyone seems to notice but them.
Word count: 4000
Warnings: set sometime between season 4 and season 5 (yk when Bellamy and the rest are on space), friends to lovers, mutual pining, hurt/comfort, fluff so much fluff, a little angst (Bellamy and the reader miss their friends on earth)
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The Witcher
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~Geralt of Rivia
THE PRINCESS AND THE WOLF Part 1
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader
Summary: A look inside the complicated love story between the runaway princess and the lone wolf that saved her
Word count: 5000
Warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, really bittersweet, heavy narration and not much dialogue, female reader (use of she/her pronouns//reader is a princess), mentions of blood and injuries (reader heals Geralt’s wounds)
THE PRINCESS AND THE WOLF Part 2
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader
Summary: All she wanted was to show Geralt that she could be part of his world, that it was worth putting in the effort to build a future together. He was her true home, the person she belonged to, the one who gave her life purpose, and all she wanted was to share the rest of her life with him. But things were not so simple and the differences that separated them were far too many.
Word count: 15.500
Warnings: fem!reader, fluff, a bit of jealousy and sexual tension, banter, mentions of blood and canon typical violence, angst at the end, my poor knowledge of the saga probably
SECRET ENCOUNTERS
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female Reader
Summary: They know it’s wrong, but they can’t deny the desire and lust that overcomes them every time they are together.
Word count: 3900
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn with a little bit of plot (not really), fingering, penetrative sex, mirror sex, rough sex, size kink, belly bulge, breeding kink, dirty talk, mentions of cheating (reader is engaged), fem reader (she’s a princess)
THE BALLAD OF ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Nymph!Reader
Summary: Life was good when Geralt was by her side. They were in love and happy… Until they weren’t and she was left alone once again. After spending so much time under his protection, she had forgotten how dangerous the world was for creatures like her. Sad and heartbroken, she was unable to defend herself when the men came for her. Now locked up far away from her forest, she only hoped that her loved protector would come to her rescue.
Word count: 12.700 (it’s a long one)
Warnings: angst (with happy ending), major character death, reader gets imprisoned by a evil dude (I don’t know how to tag this lol but I think it’s important to mention that she’s forced to serve him), fluff (it’s not all sad, I promise), forest nymph!reader
THE CHASE
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Female!Reader
Summary: Geralt always tried to keep the wolf inside him caged in order to control his animalistic impulses, but with you that didn’t seem to be required at all
Word count: 3300
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI! Porn without plot, public sex (technically since they’re in the woods), rough sex, penetrative sex, fear play? (not really, but Geralt does chase the reader through the woods so maybe? adding it just in case!), scent play, size kink, breeding kink, dirty talk, biting (like there’s so much it’s a warning in this fic), fingering, possessiveness, a little fluff at the end, fem!reader
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Criminal Minds
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~Spencer Reid
SLOW HANDS
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader
Summary: Spencer gets tired of pretending he doesn’t notice the way you look at his hands, so when you show up at his hotel room late at night he decides to ask you about it.
Word count: 6800
Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, porn without plot, hand kink, size kink kinda?, praise kink, Dom/sub dynamics (gentle dom Spencer x sub reader), dirty talk, pet names (good girl, baby, dirty little girl, slut), fingering, overstimulation, penetrative sex, choking, slight dacryphilia, a little fluff at the end, female reader, kinda rushed ending
FOR YOUR EYES ONLY
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader
Summary: The three times you and Spencer managed to keep your relationship a secret and the one time you got caught.
Word count: 11700
Warnings: Garcia!Reader (but the reader’s race/ethnicity is not specified, she could be adopted idk), mutual pining, love confessions, reader being a little insecure at one point, suggestive tones, implied smut, possible 14x01 spoilers, canon typical violence, angst with happy ending, fluff
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clumsycopy · 1 year
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Uruk
As your village celebrates the arrival of new allies and victory over the orcs, you are strangely drawn to their elven leader.
Warnings: Orgasm control, degradation, breath-play if you squint, minors DNI
Words: 1700
A/N: The imagery of Adar in shackles will stay in my mind for a long time. Slightly off-canon because I tweaked the duration of the events just a little. Also working on a longer, slower-burn Adar one-shot. Let me know what you think of this one and hail to all of us who thirst for him 🥴
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The first time you come to him, you say nothing.
You try not to make any noise, as he does seem to be asleep. It is better this way indeed. Taking the damp rag, you dab it on his bloodied face until it is devoid of any crimson. From up close, you see so many scars and marks that it almost makes you sorrowful.
After you leave, he stares at the place where you had kneeled beside him the entire night.
The second time you come to him, he is awake.
His stare burns through you as you handle your tasks in silence. When you finish, his hand holds onto your wrist for a moment and he says in a brittle voice, "I have sat in darkness for so long… will you bring me a flower, little mortal?"
From them on you do so, ​and in turn he teaches you their Quenya names, ways to use them and sow them that were beyond the wisdom of the Edain.
Then, he starts asking after his children. Each orc has a name, granted by him. You learn them too, but dare not approach the enclosure where they are kept. You do tell him whenever one perishes, leaving him alone as he weeps.
At some point you realize there is no purpose for you to tend to his healed wounds anymore. Does he see that too?
The last time you come to him is because he tells you to.
“This is all but the third time I noticed your shadow pacing back and forth today and I am tired of it. Enter and speak, or leave me be.”
Adar’s eyes are closed, head leaned back against the wooden column that he is bound to. His knees are drawn toward his chest and his arms bent at the elbows, hands chained together by crude metal links.
You take slow, tentative steps towards him, carrying a bowl of spring water and clean rags. "My shadow gave me away?​"​
His eyes open, sharp gaze fixed on you. “Your shadow. Footsteps. Smell.​ Aside, who else would come to me?"​
Your grip tightens on the rim of the bowl. “Keen are the Eldar's senses indeed."
He keeps silent as you kneel beside him, setting your items on the ground. Damping a rag in the cool water, you blot it on his pale, scarred  face, using your other hand to move his knotted hair out of the way.
Adar shifts his weight, stretching his long legs in front of him. It startles you, causing you to topple the water bowl.
He laughs, voice dry and cutting. "I am bound like a lesser animal, and yet after all this time still you fear me?”
"Not all of it is fear,​” you admit, putting the cloth aside and looking away. You shift backwards until your body collides with the other wooden column that stands across from him. Lowering your legs, you mirror his pose.
Adar hums, mouth twisting into a grin. "​I see it in your eyes. Since the very first day. Tell me, what is it about me that calls out to you."
"You are different from the rest of them." Pausing, you consider your next words. "They are ethereal and perfect and yet so empty. While you are ruthless and flawed in your purpose of caring for the orcs."​
“Uruk. That is how we prefer to be called.​"​
You test the word, finding it rolls strangely from your tongue. “The truth is, I have gotten attached​​ in ways I do not understand and maybe it is beyond my comprehension for a reason."​
"Is this a farewell?" He tilts his head.​
"Each of my thoughts have been plagued by you. Rooted so deep is your presence that I see you in my dreams. I came to say I should leave, for my own sanity, though now that I am here, I find no will to let go." You stare at the etched patterns in his armor, following the elegant lines sprawled across his chest.
"​Then do not."​​
“I- ​"​ 
“Fall into the shadow. Crawl to me and I shall guide you.” He pats his thigh.
And so you do.
The filthy ground of the barn dirties your plain dress as you fall into your hands and knees. Adar'​s gaze never wavers from your form, a wicked smile gracing his features. He whispers enticing sounds of encouragement until you finally reach him, settling between his legs. 
His bound hands reach forward, fingers grasping the collar of your dress and pulling you closer. He tilts his head, running the bridge of his nose across your temple before pressing his mouth to your ear. "Tell me what you need and I shall give it to you​."​
Your voice is a soft whisper against his flesh. “I need to know that you have been consumed by it as much as I have.​"​
He pulls back and long armored fingers fit under your jaw to lift your face towards him. His mouth presses kisses across your cheek until he has taken his tongue past your lips, kindling the hunger within you.
“Undress me,” he commands.
Your hands shift to untie the knots on his clothing, pulling the fabric down and exposing him to the cool spring air. His cock weighs heavily in your palm and then you lean down, pressing a wet kiss to it.
After licking a few times up his length, you relax your jaw, wrapping your lips around the reddened tip.
​“So eager to be good for me,” he groans. His hand pushes down your head, fingers digging into your scalp. “Deeper, little mortal, take more of me into your mouth.”
His cock settles all the way into your throat and you choke around it, tears springing in your eyes. Staring up at him, you find his gaze already fixed on you. A scorching heat fires in your belly at the sheer intensity behind his stare.
He wipes your tears away with the gentlest touch and then pulls you out of him. Before you can collect your breath, he seizes your mouth in another kiss. Stars burst behind your eyes once the lack of oxygen becomes overpowering and you brace your hands on his chest for support. Once you break apart, a thread of drool connects you.
Adar gathers the fluid in his fingers before guiding them into your mouth. "Clean."​
As you suck on them, he grinds up against you, causing the plates of his armor to clash with each other.
His jaw is set, mouth set in a line, exposing the sinewy tendons on his neck. Once he is satisfied, he pulls his digits back with a pop, hands moving under your dress to explore your inner thighs, toying with the wetness that has pooled there since he kissed you.
"​Adar," you plead, “Be one with me.”​
He nips at your ear, slowly guiding himself into you. “How can I deny you when you fall apart so easily under my hold?”
Then, he pushes inside, stretching you wide open. His hands coast up your body until they settle atop your shoulders, the chain between them dangling around your neck.
Whenever he moves, it takes away your breath, filling you with something akin to lighting and soon you are quivering, pressing your hips as hard as you can on top of him.
His hands tighten their grip on your shoulders and his head leans back, exposing the pale column of his throat. "I have tread the world before there was a sun and a moon and yet I never felt like this."​
Your mouth falls open when he picks up his pace, slamming into you so hard that his chains rattle, thumping rhythmically against the ground. Holding onto his forearms, you feel your eyes roll back into your head.
He calls out your name and no word has ever sounded prettier. "Look at me."​
His armored fingers trace the outline of your lips while his other hand seizes the back of your neck, coiling the iron chain around your throat. Adar's eyes seek something within yours, his mouth twisting up at the corners once he finds it. "Cum, little mortal," he grants your release, soon followed by his.
​Countless whispers of his name fall from your mouth. Eyes scrunching shut, you grind  harder against him, overwhelmed by the staggering pleasure burning from within. Your breath comes in ragged gasps, lungs screaming for more air.
Adar lets you fall limp and drained against his chest, taking the time to trace patterns in your cheek with his long fingers. Once your breathing settles, he helps you fix your garment, binds not stopping him from tugging your underclothes back into place.
Warmth pools between your legs as you feel his release drip out of you. 
He composes himself with a groan, eyelids fluttering shut. When he is done, he takes your hands into his, bringing his lips to kiss your knuckles, green eyes trained on your face. "​Thank you, melethril."​
His head turns to the side for a moment, pointed ears twitching to a sound you cannot hear, eyes widening slightly.
Foul dust cascades from the ceiling as the barn trembles and a deep rumbling echoes seemingly from below the earth. Screams now ring in the distance.
Scrambling to your feet, you pause for a moment, accusatory gaze flickering between him and the place which he stares at.
He tilts his head, not hiding the smug grin that spreads across his face. "​Go on, have a look outside. No harm will come to me in here."​
You bolt out of the barn, struggling to process all of the mayhem unfolding before you. The sky bleeds red, a mountain spits fire, boulders fall from above. The green pastures are scorched and darkened, and flames spread across the once tall grass. A burning stone flies by your head, and you fall to your knees, doubling over the ground as another and another and another comes.
Once you rise to your feet when it feels safe, all you can do is watch. Are the Valar reforging the world to their will? Only a god could cause this much destruction.  You are freed from your stupor when a hand grasps your wrist, sharp nails marking your skin.
Adar’s eyes blaze with a fire hotter than the magma running down the far mountains in the horizon. “Come. There is nothing for you there.”
Staring one last time to the ashes that are consuming the only place you have ever known, you turn back and follow his lead into the shadowed woods.
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Dream Come True
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TW: Smut. Language. 
SUMMARY: The trope is as old as time; one bed-two people fighting their feelings for each other and forced to share it. The close proximity, the raised tension. But a specific wet dream sends Drew to make your dreams a reality…
WORD COUNT: 1700
*Requested*
Dream Come True
You weren’t sure if you would even be able to sleep being this close to him. Aside from a few scenes filmed and a few pictures taken, the closest you had ever been to Drew was in your dreams. Specific visions that allowed you to act on your desires of a friendship you were worried to taint from acting on it without reciprocation. And this was because he treated everyone with such kindness. Fans to friends, not to mention his family-whose closeness made your heart swell at how he illuminated whenever he spoke or saw them. And this had become one of the many reasons you couldn’t help but harbor a crush on him. 
One of those very dreams were what made it possible for you to ignore how his cologne made your head spin and the availability of his naked torso was just within reach. But it would serve for a series of events that forced you awake to find him looking at you with such amusement it made your own lips crack into a smile all your own before you could understand what had transpired. 
“What?” You couldn't help but ask as he refrained from anything but his dedicated focus to your expressions. 
“Good dream?” You flushed, thankful that the only light was the one casting a dim glow from the bathroom, having been left on by him to ensure neither of you tripped over any of the luggage spread unapologetically upon the floor in strewn disregard. But of course, there was no way he could possibly know the thoughts having been broadcast in your mind. And yet, the devilish grin of pride cast across his face was enough to convince you otherwise. Somehow, he knew…
“What do you mean?”
He offered a humorous shrug, his body raised at an angle to which you could see his muscles tense by that same stream of illumination just a few feet away. 
“You woke me up.” Your cheeks deepened in their crimson tint.
 “Well…your moaning woke me up…and then there was the whole thing with you moaning my name…” Your eyes widened as you tried to conjure at least one plausible explanation in which you would be able to keep this platonic relationship from slipping into jeopardy. Yet, he continued to torment you. 
“Unless there is another Drew that you work with…” 
“I was…” You fixated yourselves upon your palms, trying to search for an explanation in the darkness before you, which only left you flustered that much more when it hadn’t come to you. 
“It’s not-”
“It’s okay…” His words of confirmation sent your eyes darting to him and your lips parting in anticipation. 
“I just want to know what it was that made you moan…” His hands guided you over his lap as you were all too willing to follow his lead-questioning if you were still dreaming.
“Because I intend to make it a reality…” He surprised you with the way his lips pressed to yours-soft but domineering while his digits tightened at your hips. This management continued while you were taken into circular motions against him. 
“Sweetheart…” He offered a tone of pity as he was able to feel just how this dream had affected you through the fabric of your thin shorts and only a pair of lace panties keeping you separated from him. 
“Poor girl…come here…” He lifted you with the use of his arm, rather effortlessly, before setting you onto his fingers. The thick digits ringed in sporadic decoration allowed you the relief of pressure that had built ever since you found out you would have to share a room-and even prior to this. 
“Shit…you’re so wet…” He smirked, tracing your lips with another kiss before he descended beyond your parted whimper and onto your neck. This grip he held on the back of your head was tightened as he brought you even further against him. Every curve and muscle of his body tensed while you moaned to his inviting pull. 
“Drew-”
“I love how you breathe my name…God…” He nuzzled his lips into your neck before finally drawing lower. He was thorough in his endeavors to source every nerve to his touch. As his hands rode the curves of your hips and his lips captured the new skin allowed by you undressing for him, your entire body was set alight by his touch. 
“What made you moan like that? What did I do? Please tell me…” He questioned while pulling his lips from you, the absence making you groan while he licked his lips in anticipation. 
“Everything-” He smirked. 
“I need somewhere to start, sweetheart…”
“You-Just you-” Your hands clawed gently at his chest, needing more than what he was teasing. 
“My mouth?”
The groan that left your throat was enough to merit a grin from him as his fingers now made a curve at their edges. 
“My cock?”
“Yes…Oh God…”
He chuckled for only a breath before lifting you until you were now laid beneath him. Without a word, he withdrew your panties, analyzing just how your imagery of him while in your lustful slumber had truly affected you. 
“Jesus, baby…Must have been some dream…hope I don’t disappoint…” He smirked, leaving you both well aware he never could with how wet you’d already become again. But now, you weren’t allowed even an inhale before he was between your legs. His breath hot and quick, his tongue in deep exploration to your folds, all while his eyes continued to focus on you to ensure you were reacting just as he’d imagined you would. 
“Oh….” You groaned, pulling a look of approval across his face, as he quickened his motions. Your fingers ran the length of his head, tightening just enough to appear eager but not exactly desperate, even if this was becoming the case with each second he sped those devious flicks. 
“You taste so fucking good, shit…How the hell do you taste THIS good?!” He breathed into you, your fingers needy to pull him to your mouth, craving some form of control in contrast to how easily you felt helpless beneath him. 
Once you had positioned him over you, your hand wrapped around his shaft, twisting and squeezing at a perfect pace as he was now the one inciting those soft revs of pleasure. When aware you had brought the same effect to him that he had to you, you now pushed him onto his back and straddled him, resting just short of his cock as his brows shot up with intrigue. 
“THIS is what I thought of…”
“You want it THIS way?” You nodded as he helped remove his boxers by a lift of his hips, the fabric discarded at his ankles, before you took him in your wrapped hand once again. 
“Show me…” He invited as you prepared him beneath you, the inflamed head of his cock begging for contact, as you’d taken him inside of you in slow penetration with wanting to savor what you’d dreamed of for so long. 
“Fuck…” He breathed through clenched teeth, the snap of your hips controlled by his fingers as he assisted the lift made of your bobbing motions over his cock. 
He was arching beneath you rather quickly, the way you took control contrast to your usual timid self, this sight of you before him was too erotic to bear witness. With the inability to view you, he would use his hands to make up for it while he took hold of your breasts-half in stability and half in his own selfish need to touch you, which brought your hips to roll in approval to the pinch he made of your nipples. 
“This make you come?” You nodded, overtaken with the waves of pleasure closing between your thighs until ultimately being taken onto your back once again. 
“Drew!” His need for control, whether it was to quell his own kink or inform you of his own fantasies, was accepted while the burial of his cock returned to you. Only now, he lacked kindness in his motions. He was now feverish and raw, the pull of your skin beneath his touch almost painful if not smoothed by the heat of his kiss drawing you in a favored distraction. 
“Jesus fucking Christ!” He groaned as you expelled a weak smirk before his hand took hold of your jaw. 
“I swear to God, sweetheart, I want to make every one of those dreams come true…But we’ll start by making you come this way first-” You nodded, the dam of your pleasure at the ready to burst if he were to only offer that touch to your throbbing clit. As if having read your mind or simply answered the siren song of your body motioning for it, he had taken his thumb to its beckoning need. 
“Shit, you’re already close…you’re shaking for me.” He scoffed as you could only bob your head, that release you’d craved at the very edge of his fingers. Your eyes began to pull into a roll before shooting open to the feeling of his hand to your neck. 
“I want you to look at me when you come…I want you to know that this isn’t a dream…” Your lips widened into an oval, his words only adding to the eroticism, before he rubbed you with such intent that a denial of your release was impossible. In seconds, you were trembling with a new wave of pleasure that pulled him into his own state of peace. 
“So?” He asked, now laying out at your side, your head at a rest over his chest while he played with your hair left slightly damp with perspiration.
“So?”
“How was I? Everything you ever dreamed?” You turned to face him, ensuring you held each other’s attention before offering your response. 
“And more.” A gentle kiss sealed this interaction as contentment brought you both to rest, the perfect hold to allow you the slumber that had been interrupted by a dream come true. 
Taglist: @hopebaker @iovdrew @penny4yourthoughts @magnificantmermaid @pickingviolets @lovedetlost @trikigirl271 @my-baexht-Is
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bunnwich · 7 months
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It's that time again! I'm going on holiday and I have a new boi🐾 with me! It's been a wild year but thanks for sticking with me! You guys have really made a lot of my dreams come true with commissions and me being able to sell my merch. That and those opportunities lead me to me current job so I can't say enough how much I love you guys. You're like my little online family and I hope to be more active to talk with you soon!💕 Please take care of yourselves and keep going!💕
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