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imagining Billy sitting on Steve’s dick, sinking down slow with a little sadistic smile on his face because Steve is losing it under him - his pretty boy’s face is flushed and he’s gasping ‘yes yes yes’ under his breath like a pathetic virgin, but it’s only because Billy’s edged him twice now.
“be a good boy and don’t move,” Billy growls as he feels Steve’s hips against his ass, stretched wide around that thick cock, and it’s so good that it makes his breath tremble on an exhale.
Steve whimpers with a nod and Billy mutters, ‘such a little bitch’ with a tiny smirk as he adjusts his knees and plants a hand on the middle of his boyfriend’s chest, just to feel the rapid beating of his heart and the little sounds he tries to muffle.
he gets a steady pace going quickly, fucking himself on Steve’s ridiculous cock and watching the brunette’s jaw drop, his brows furrowing as Billy bounces on his lap with a feral grin.
he makes it worse by talking, sitting his ass down and grinding as he leans forward, grabbing Steve by his hot face and muttering, “mm, i think your parents are home, Stevie...”
and they aren’t, they’re in New York all weekend, but the way Steve’s eyes widen and his hands grab at Billy’s thighs, panicked, is too sweet.
“fucking relax,” Billy chuckles meanly, moving his hand up from his boyfriend’s jaw to place his palm over Steve’s mouth, feeling the little vibrating hums behind it as Steve bitches at him. “they won’t hear us if we’re quiet,” he adds with a whisper, smirking down at his frantic boyfriend.
and it clicks for Steve then, realizing that Billy’s just being an asshole, but there’s this look in his eyes then - something sharp and sweet, like he’s into it. into being quiet so they’re not caught.
Billy picks up on it immediately and doesn’t let it go.
“gotta be quiet if you wanna cum,” he mutters as he rolls his hips, letting his eyelashes flutter when the tip of Steve’s dick hits just right, “fuck, princess,” he groans quietly, beginning to lift his hips again, “gonna fuck you stupid, alright? just gotta shut the fuck up for a bit.”
Steve’s blush is already down his neck and his hands are like claws in Billy’s thighs, nodding eagerly and quietly as Billy removes his hand so he can balance himself. the squeak of the mattress and the slap of skin is all Billy can hear over his own quiet moans and heavy breathing, watching Steve with half-lidded eyes the entire time.
and, well. at least now Billy knows his boyfriend can be quiet when it really matters.
#harringrove#billy hargrove#steve harrington#billy x steve#steve x billy#lemon#it’s been a while 🥴#hope this is good!#bambiwrites#bambi after dark?? skfjdkfn
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Pretty Cute
Morpheus (Dream of the Endless) x male!reader
So I noticed there was a CRIMINAL lack of male!reader fics for Morpheus, and that’s just a travesty if you ask me. So as the saying goes, when you want something done, you do it yourself. To all my lovely mlm brothers/siblings in the Sandman fandom, this is for you! Love you, dearies. *blows kisses* Now enjoy!
(If it’s unclear, you work at a library at the circulation desk)
Since you’re dating the King of Dreams, your relationship with him is very private. And you like it that way... but you’d like it more if your fellow library employees weren’t so obsessed with learning more about him.
There were many things you loved about Morpheus. He was a sweet, loving man behind the cold front. He cared so deeply, despite initially being guarded, not wanting his heart crushed by the person he felt so strongly for. You felt honored, almost, that you got to see this caring side of him. Yes, you loved Morpheus.
The only thing you didn’t love about being with Morpheus…
“Soooo, any plans with your boyfriend tonight?”
… was that your co-workers had become obsessed with him.
Don’t misunderstand, you loved your library job. After a string of jobs with terrible work environments and even worse co-workers and bosses, the library was heaven. Good hours, good pay, and you had become friends with all the other people that worked there. You’d subjected Morpheus to countless regalements of your job, whether it be about the kids you met, your co-workers, or the antics of patrons, and he always listened with a sweet smile.
Your co-workers meant well, you knew that (or at least hoped). You also hadn’t dated anyone in a while before meeting Morpheus, which meant they were overjoyed for you. But that also meant they were curious about the man who, as Tracey the romantic put it, had stolen your heart and carried it with him.
“Don’t you have to go do book drop?” You asked Katie rather than answer the question.
“Caroline’s doing book drop. Now answer the question!”
You sighed. “Yes, we do have plans. He’s going to take me back to… to his place.” You weren’t entirely sure how to say he was going to take you to the Dreaming.
“Oooh, Y/N’s gettin’ some action,” Bek crowed from where they were processing books.
You could feel your face turning red. “Shut up, Bek,”
Bek laughed. “Okay, okay, I’m sorry. I’m sure it’ll be the kind of disgustingly romantic date you deserve.”
“Is Y/N going out with his boyfriend tonight?” Caroline popped up from coming back from shelving books. “Does this mean we’ll get to meet him finally?”
“No, I’m supposed to meet him when I get home,” you replied. In all honesty, you were glad Morpheus never showed up to your job. You could handle your nosy co-workers, but they would definitely ask him millions of questions and you weren’t sure if he would be ready for that.
“Are you going to have a movie night or something?” Caroline asked interestedly.
“That is classified information,”
“Y/N, when are we going to meet him?” Liv asked as they perched on a surface with their water bottle. “Does he have social anxiety? ‘Cause that’s totally valid.”
“Well… sort of…”
“Ohhh, does he just hate people?” Your hesitant silence seemed to answer their question. “Hey, I totally get that. I hate talking to people I don’t know.”
“But we’re Y/N’s friends,” Bek said as they cleared their workspace. “He’s going to meet us eventually, right?”
“Not if Y/N keeps being so secretive about him,” Katie teased. “We don’t even know his name or what he does.”
“I bet he’s secretly a psycho,” Liv stated as they hopped off the desktop. “Like, he killed a bird once and it released so many endorphins that he’s always wondered how to make it happen again.”
“How cheerful, Liv,” you said dryly. “And no, he’s never killed a bird. He loves birds, actually.” You wondered what would happen if Matthew heard Liv say that.
“Oh, sweet,”
“So does he work with birds?”
You sighed exasperatedly. “No, Katie. He just likes them.” Before she could say anything else, you stopped her. “Don’t you have MelCat holds to trap?”
“Oh yeah, I actually do. I forgot about them.”
You watched in relief as she went off to take care of the MelCat holds, and went back to checking your email. The Circ Two desk was usually slow around this time of day.
“So… is he a writer?”
“Katie!” You threw your hands up in frustration and turned to look at where she sat at her desk.
“I’m just asking!” Katie defended herself. “From how you describe him, he sounds like a writer!”
“No, he’s not a writer,” you said firmly. “Just like how he’s not secretly a psycho.”
“Hey man, he could be,” Liv argued from where they had replaced Bek processing books. “Or maybe he’s a writer AND a secret psycho like Ric Madoc. You guys hear what happened to him?”
You only knew his name from how many holds had been placed on his books. They were pretty popular. “No, what?”
“Guy had a meltdown at a book reading and wrote on the walls with his own blood, then told someone he had a woman locked up in his house.”
You couldn’t help balking at that. “Jesus Christ, seriously?
“Okay, to be fair, they didn’t find anyone when they searched the house, but still. Crazy. You sure your boyfriend’s never written with his own blood?”
“I’m sure we all want to know more about Y/N’s partner,” Sara suddenly appeared, much to your relief, “but he’ll tell us when he’s ready to.”
“Thank you, Sara,” you said gratefully, nodding and gesturing to her. “That’s exactly what I’ll do.”
“… But it would be nice to know his name,”
You turned to give her a look of utter betrayal. “Et tu, Sara?”
Sara have you a sheepish smile. “Sorry, Y/N. You don’t have to tell us his name if you really don’t want to. It’s your life, not ours.”
It wasn’t just that. You weren’t sure if you even could explain Morpheus to them. How could you say to your fellow human co-workers that you were dating the personification of all their dreams?
“Listen,” you said, trying to be as gentle yet as firm as possible, “I know you guys mean well, and I know you want to look out for a friend, but Sara’s right. I like my privacy, and my partner likes his privacy too. I’ll tell you more about him when he and I are ready to. But I’m happy; I swear, I’m probably the happiest I’ve ever been with him. He’s… incredible. Just amazing.” You didn’t realize that a smile was forming on your face as you thought of Morpheus. “Okay?”
Your co-workers were quiet for a moment, then Katie sighed. “Okay.” She smiled at you. “I’m glad you’re happy, at least.”
“Yeah, you deserve it, man,” Liv agreed, nodding.
“Absolutely,” Caroline echoed.
Your smile widened at their response. You really did love this motley bunch. “Thank you, guys,”
“You’re always welcome, Y/N,” Sara said with a kind smile. “Now Caroline, I think you’re supposed to do the book drop?”
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And with that, your work day continued. You went on your lunch break, shelved some books, manned the front circulation desk, and eventually returned to the back desk. The whole time, your mind was on thoughts of Morpheus and your date tonight. You missed him… even though you’d seen him a few days ago. But you couldn’t help missing him when he got so busy ruling over the Dreaming. Maybe over the weekend you could visit Lucienne and catch up with your favorite librarian (not that you told the librarians at your job that).
You couldn’t help wondering how he’d react if he knew of his popularity with your co-workers. He no doubt knew who they all were from their dreams. Would he be amused, or annoyed? You felt like he’d be annoyed.
It was the last hour of your shift when it happened. Liv was up at the front circulation desk, while you were once more at the back desk, going over your assigned reports and grumbling about how that damn library was dragging their feet putting the stupid book in transit.
“Hi there!” You heard Liv chirp as they usually did when a patron came up to the desk. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“I am looking for Y/N L/N.”
You froze. No… that wasn’t… why was he here?
Your heart began to quicken in pace as you got up from your chair. He’d never come to the library while you were working before.
To Liv’s credit, they didn’t realize who it was at first. “I’m sorry, who?”
“Y/N L/N. He works here.”
“Um… I’m sorry, but I don’t—”
“It’s okay, Liv,” you interrupted as you walked out to the front desk. “I know who he is.”
And sure enough, there he was, standing at the desk in a black pea coat, black clothes, and presumably his black combat boots. Morpheus. He looked up, and his face immediately softened when your eyes met.
Your heart raced even faster, and you smiled back. “This is a surprise,” you couldn’t help saying.
Morpheus gave a tiny shrug.
Liv was looking between the two of you in confusion… then realization dawned on their face. “Is he…?” They pointed at him.
You sighed and nodded. “Yes, Liv. It’s him.”
A grin of pure excitement crept onto their face as they turned back to Morpheus. “It is so great to finally meet you!” they exclaimed. “You’re pretty famous around here! We’ve been dying to know about Y/N’s boyfriend that hopefully treats him like the king he is.”
You had to fight back a laugh at the blank look Morpheus gave them. He blinked once. “I…” he awkwardly trailed off.
“Liv,” you came to his rescue and tapped them on the shoulder, “I think you’re overwhelming him.”
“Oh! Oh, sorry,” they apologized. “Actually, I think that guy over there is coming back with some donations, so… I’ll just. Go. Do that.” They awkwardly waved at Morpheus. “Nice to meet you.”
Morpheus dipped his head at them. Liv respectfully didn’t say anything else and went to go get the mentioned donations.
You stepped closer and gave Morpheus a loving smile, wishing you could kiss him right there in the library. “You’re early,”
A smile appeared on his handsome face. “I missed you,”
“I missed you too. But… why are you here?”
“Do you not want me here?”
“No! God no, I am so happy to see you. But you’ve never come to the library before. I thought you were going to meet me at my house.”
“I was.” Morpheus leaned in closer. “But I missed you too much, my love.”
Your heart fluttered in your chest. “You are amazing, you know that?”
Morpheus’s smile widened affectionately. Then he glanced over your shoulder. “Is it true what Olivia said?”
“What?” You turned around to see Liv’s silhouette in the tinted window that showed the back room. Katie and Corey’s shadows were there too, and Liv was waving their hands around in the animated way they did when they got excited. “Oh,” you sighed sheepishly. “Yeah, they… they’re really curious about you. They get really nosy sometimes, probably more so because I never tell them anything. I’m sorry Liv said that to you.”
“Why have you not told them anything?”
“Well, I know you like your privacy, and I didn’t want you to get overwhelmed by them.” You couldn’t help laughing softly. “They’ve got a million questions about you.”
“Perhaps one day…” Morpheus mused.
You blinked in surprise. “Really?” You couldn’t help the delighted smile. “Great, because I have wanted to brag about my amazing boyfriend for ages now.”
“Is that why you are with me?” Morpheus said in a teasing voice. “For the bragging rights?”
“Well, not the only reason,” you chuckled. You gave into temptation and leaned across the counter to kiss him on the cheek. “I am also madly in love with you.”
The widest smile you’d ever seen so far graced Morpheus’s face. “As I am with you, my love,”
You blushed happily… then remembered where you were. “W-Well, listen, it’s,” you looked over your shoulder to check the clock behind you, “4:40 right now, so I get off in twenty minutes. Do you want to sit and wait until then? Or you can go back to my apartment and wait there.”
“I will wait here,” Morpheus decided. He gave you a soft smile that made you melt. “For you, I would wait for hours.”
“G-Great,” you managed through your wide grin. “Th-The, uh, the mystery section is over there.” You pointed in the direction of the mysteries. “Th-The fiction is before it.”
“Thank you.” He gave you one last beautiful smile. “Perhaps I will ask for a library card.”
You managed a breathy laugh as he turned around and headed for the mystery section.
When you returned to the back desk, you were met with Liv, Katie, and Corey, who all had eager smiles on their faces. “Soooo?” Katie asked.
Your face turned red. “Shut up, Katie,”
“Aww, he’s so red!” Corey teased. “I understand why; he’s cute.”
“Can all of you please stop?”
“So you admit that he’s cute,” Liv said smugly.
“You know what…”
You trailed off, then turned to look out the tinted window in the direction Morpheus had gone. You smiled, and turned back to your endearingly nosy friends. “Yeah. He is pretty cute.”
#the sandman#the sandman imagine#morpheus x reader#dream of the endless x reader#dream of the endless#morpheus#morpheus x male reader#dream of the endless x male reader#male reader#hope this is good!#if it's wrong or offensive in any way please tell me i don't want to make anyone mad#also the library and your co-workers are inspired by my own job#and yes i absolutely wrote myself in here and i regret nothing lol#bonus points to whoever catches the hadestown reference#my writing#fanfiction#hope you enjoyed!#thanks for reading!
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Mia proof reading one of Harry’s emails or contracts trying to find something wrong but she can’t and literally making something up just to drive him crazy
"you know," harry says, looking up from his laptop. he's just left a meeting (a really long one that had mia sighing with impatience every few seconds) and now his attention is on his girlfriend who's bouncing on her heels in front of his desk. "working from home literally includes working."
they're both working from home today since they've been snowed in for the past two days. it's still snowing, in fact, and while harry is accustomed to working in his home office, this is new grounds for mia. she's always had to go to her job.
"how can i work when i'm at home?" she says, sighing again. she walks around towards him and hoists herself onto his desk, kicking her legs. "i'm in sweats. how can i concentrate when i'm in sweats?"
"change out of them," harry says.
"but i'm so cold."
"you'd probably work better too if you didn't try to do your job while still in bed."
mia groans. "but how can i resist it?"
harry shuts his laptop and leans back in his seat. mia's eyes shine. "oooh. are you done with work? do you want to--"
"i'm not done with work. i'm taking a 5 minute break to talk to my girlfriend who is still on the clock and not being a very good employee."
"you know what's also not good? capitalism. but you don't know anything about because you're a nepotism child." mia rolls her eyes. she kicks her legs for a little bit and then says, "can i sit in your lap?"
"here i thought you were going to yell at me some more for being a nepo baby."
"you are!"
"i am not denying it." he pats his thigh. "come on."
happily, she jumps off the desk and sits down on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "i've missed you."
harry laughs softly when she kisses his face. "you saw me at breakfast, didn't you? and then the four times you wandered into my office just because."
"well i missed you then too."
harry turns his head and kisses her properly. she instantly melts in his arms and kisses him back.
"working from home is hard," she mumbles, breaking away from him to kiss his jaw. "i wanna do this. i don't wanna do work. i wanna kiss."
he places his hands on her hips and tugs her closer. "i know. it's terrible. it's just simply not fair that we cannot go to work in our offices because there's 4 feet of snow outside."
"don't be mean."
"i'm never mean. just honest."
"hate when you say that."
"do you?"
"now you have to make lunch today."
"hey! i made it twice already. it's your turn."
"i can't. i'm too cold. and bored." she lifts her head up. "you know i've done most of my work already. if i do the rest now, it'll be all done by the next hour and then i'll have 5 hours to do nothing! while you'll be at work pretending i don't exist!"
"i'll be working," he reminds her gently. "not ignoring you."
"same thing!"
"i really don't think that's the sa--"
"i have nothing to do!" mia dramatically complains, nuzzling against his warm neck. "i'm gonna stay here now."
harry holds her for a long time just hugging her back, rubbing her shoulders, scratching her scalp. he feels her eyes flutter shut when her eyelashes brush against his neck. he turns his head to kiss her forehead gently.
"you can't fall asleep, baby."
"i can," she mumbles. "and i will."
"you want to help me with my work?"
"i don't understand your job. makes my brain hurt."
"it'll be something you're good at."
slowly, mia lifts her head back up and blinks at him. she rubs her eye and harry holds her face firmly in between his fingers when he kisses her for it. he fucking adores her.
"mm. okay." she slides off his lap and sits back on the desk, waiting for instructions.
"i have this contract that i need you to proofread. my editor has been away on vacation so i have to make sure it's perfect before i send it over to the client."
"okay. i can do that."
harry nods and opens his laptop. he clicks around a bit until he finds the file and then hands over the laptop to her. "it's just 4 pages. take your time. my next meeting isn't for another half hour. get whatever you can done, all right?"
"if i have your laptop, what are you going to use?"
harry gestures to the ipad he's just taken out of his drawer. mia scowls and says, "nepo baby."
he smiles and leans in to kiss her softly. "thank you."
mia works on the contract for a long time. she squints down at it and rereads it several times as harry works on his own things in front of her. she enlarges the text, reads the text from back to front, and frowns deeply at it.
if harry wrote this himself with no editor, then he's actually insane.
because she can't find a single typo, a single spelling error, or a single comma out of place.
the document is perfect.
and it makes her annoyed. a little mad too.
i'll find something, she insists to herself. a mere incorrect semi colon. an extra space after a period. she'll find something!
but the more she drives herself crazy with rereading the conditions written in the contract, the more horrified she is to admit that there are no faults in the document.
harry asks her 15 minutes later, "how does it look?"
mia glances up at him. "fine."
"just fine?"
"mhm." she flexes her fingers. "actually, this third clause in the contract is a run on sentence."
"is it?"
"yeah." she turns the laptop to show him. "see? too many ideas in one sentence. and the roman numerals totally throw you off."
"that's because there are separate conditions in the existing clauses."
"make them all individual sentences."
harry hesitates. "in legal writing, it's best to use the roman numerals. especially for conditions."
mia shrugs. "fine. if you're okay with an confusing document."
"confusing, is it?"
no, mia thinks to herself. this is like the most perfect contract i've ever seen in my life. "i mean it's good. but this change would make it better."
"i think... i think i'll leave it."
"fine. you also spelled your name wrong."
"what?"
she scrolls all the way up. "see? you wrote harty styles instead of harry styles."
"i did not! you changed that!"
"i didn't. i just can't believe you don't know how to spell your own name." she clicks her tongue. "sad."
harry raises his eyebrows in disbelief and then laughs. he leans forward and takes the laptop from her, shutting the top and setting it aside. once his ipad is secured beside her, he stands and leans down on the desk. he kisses her quickly, holding her hips firm against his.
"not a single mistake, hm?" he teases, tilting his head to kiss her over and over. she whines and grabs his collar, kissing him back.
"not a single one," she complains, kissing down his neck swiftly, all the way down to his collarbones as he throws his head back and laughs softly.
"just for that, you should be the one making lunch."
she whines again, wrapping her arms around his hips to make sure he doesn't move. "take a break. please. let's go to our room."
harry peeks at the clock. "my next meeting is in barely 3 minutes, baby."
"i can't wait that long!"
he smiles and gently pries her off of him. he holds her face and says, "you'll survive." he fixes his hair and collar and then sits back down opening his laptop again.
he's instantly focused on his work again while makes mia growl and kick her legs, irritated.
he glances at her. "it's only twenty minutes."
"that's so long!"
"i'm sure you can find something to do in those twenty minutes. like your job."
mia crosses her arms and hops off his desk. she goes to head out the door, but suddenly pauses. she waits until harry is logged into his meeting to crawl under his desk and smile all innocently at him.
"mia." he says it warningly, but also breathlessly. she's certainly not imagining he way he parts his thighs to let her in between them.
"you said to make myself busy."
when harry greets his employees, mia reaches for his belt, undoing it silently.
#harry and mia#hope this is good!#harry styles fic#harry styles writing#harry styles one shot#harry styles x oc#harry styles blurb#harry styles fluff
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Punk bear (the animal) moodboard?
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@infinite-xerath
Flying, she needed to keep flying. How long since she had left Demacia? No idea. She needed to keep going. Shyvana could still feel the burnng sensation of petricite against her skin, and did not blame anyone but herself for them. The Black Mist... it had been so tempting, had clouded her mind with rage with so much hatred for everything and everyone in Demacia.
Honestly, she wasn´t expecting to be free again, not after betraying Jarvan´s trust like that. The eyes had been too much, the judgment of everyone that had been proven right about her true nature... so she fled. All that was left was a letter for the King saying that she was sorry and gone.
Her wings were getting tired along with her own mind as she started to succumb to exaustion, going down towards land..... And crashing in a sea of sand.
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May I ask for Anton x reader fluff 🤭
For sure!
Anton x Reader Fluff!
* It was a long day for him, and one of the more tough ones at that. He ended up over doing it at work and pulled a muscle somewhere in his back. At first, he thought he was fine, but then he got home and went to grab a beer and- oh yeah. It hurt him real bad.
* Luckily for him you're there. You were in the living room when you heard him grunt out in pain, you sit up from your original position on the couch.
"You alright?"
...
"Yeah..."
He comes hobbling in a few moments later and very gingerly takes a seat next to you on the couch to join in watching whatever's on the TV.
* "... What was that noise?"
Another moment of silence, debating if he really wants you to worry.
"I uh, I pulled a muscle at work, s'nothing serious."
You sit up and turn to him. "Do you want me to rub your back? It might help."
* He glances at you from the side, he was a big boy! He was tough, he didn't think that he needed help from anyone... but it was you, and he couldn't lie, it did sound kinda nice.
* He scoots up a little in his seat to expose his back to you and very carefully you start massaging his back. It takes you a little bit but eventually you find the knot that's bothering him, he jumps a little when you find it, but as you start working it out he melts into your hands.
* After you're done he stretches a little and with a small grin turns to you and says, "Thanks for that." To which he leans back and puts his arm up on the back of the couch. You take the chance and immediately cuddle up to him- ignoring the fact that he hasn't showered and still probably smells like sweat and a little bit of booze.
* You two stay like that before eventually dozing off to sleep for the night.
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Movie Night - Seth Borden X Reader
SUMMARY - Movie night with Seth
WARNINGS - established relationship w/ Seth and reader, fluff!!!
WORDS - 939
NOTES - requested by @1f0undth1sinth3trash
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Nights like this were the nights you lived for. The house cold from the pouring rain outside, thunder rolling through the dark night as you gathered every blanket you could find. The door creaked and clicked shut as Seth closed it behind him.
“Food’s here!” Seth called from the entryway. You smiled, hearing his feet pad from the front door to the kitchen. The blankets were placed in a haphazard pile on the couch. The string lights around the room gave a very cozy atmosphere. At first, you made fun of Seth for wanting to get the purple ones (of course he wanted those), but you could now admit that they fit really nicely. They felt like him, and that simple fact made you like them all the more.
Burrowing under your mountain of blankets, you found the remote for the tv and turned it on, fingers barely poking out of the sleeves of the hoodie you had stolen form him months ago to press the buttons. You scrolled through Netflix to find his favorite movie. It was his turn to choose, but you knew what he was gonna pick anyways.
The cushion dipped next to you as Seth sat down, placing the Chinese food in your lap and the drinks and various other snacks on the coffee table in front of you. Balancing his own plate with one hand, he slotted his free arm around your waist and pressed a kiss to the side of your jaw. His hood was up, as it almost always was, and brushed against your skin as you instinctively leaned into him.
“How did you know what I was gonna pick?” he mumbles against your skin, pressing another kiss to your shoulder.
“I’d like to think I know you pretty well at this point, babe,” you respond, pushing his hood back to run your fingers through his hair. “Besides, you always pick something super cheesy, and you mentioned this movie to Josh literally last week and said you wanted to rewatch it soon.”
“Mmm. Oh, should I grab popcorn?”
“Maybe later. Right now, I’m in desperate need of food and cuddles.”
“Fair. Come here, baby.”
You giggled as he pulled you closer to him, kissing him once for good measure before you started eating. He reached over to press play on the remote, officially starting your weekly movie night.
It was a vast improvement on the days he was traveling. Whenever he was away filming a video, even if it was an ungodly hour wherever he was, he would FaceTime you on the date of your movie night so he was at least somewhat be with you. Even being able to see his face and hear his voice on those nights, it still wasn’t as nice as this. On those nights you missed him desperately, so when he was home like tonight, you made sure to hold him extra close, and extra tight. His hand drifted up the back of your shirt to glide along the skin of your back. You melted into the touch, leaning impossibly closer to him as you took another bite of your food.
“Ooo, this is my favorite part!” He whispered into your shoulder.
“You say that literally every time, Seth,” you said, rolling your eyes.
“And its always my favorite part. What’s your point?”
The weather continued to roll and pour outside as the movie continued. Seth kept interjecting with his own commentary, sometimes through mouthfuls of food or almost choking on his drink to get the words across. You loved him too much to find it annoying. At least it was fairly entertaining, and you had a tendency to remember certain parts of the movie because his comments made you laugh hard enough for the moment to stick in your brain for awhile.
By the time the movie was over, you had made your way into his lap, and both his hands were pressed to your skin as he held you, his lips pressing lazy kisses to your back as he got more tired and comfortable. Empty plates and packages of snacks lay discarded on the coffee table. He had stopped paying attention to the movie 20 minutes prior, opting instead to devote his attention to you. It never failed to melt your heart how affectionate he was with you. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.
“Seth, love, the movie ended ten minutes ago,” you said softly, turning slightly to make sure he could hear you.
“Hmm? Oh, shit, yea. We should clean up and get to bed,” he replied, finally looking up. He rubbed at his weary eyes, leaving the spot on your side where it was placed cold from the sudden lack of touch.
“As fast as possible though. I want to get back to being held,” you smiled, brushing a lock of hair behind his hair.
“Counterpoint: we sleep right here and deal with all this in the morning.”
“You make a compelling argument, Borden. I’m inclined to agree.”
You let out a yelp as he firmly wrapped his arms around you once again, pulling you and the blankets the two of you were buried under down with him. After adjusting the blankets so they properly covered the two of you, he pulled you into yet another kiss, cradling your face to pull you into him deeper and deeper until you needed to come up for air.
“I love you so much,” he whispered, thumb making gentle passes over your cheek. His eyes scanned every feature of your face, lingering on your lips, before finally setting on your eyes.
“I love you too.”
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For the Salty Asks (you can just pick your fav three if you don't want to do them all ^^'): 4, 6, 9, 13 (Megatron), 20, 21, 27
I answered the ones i most easily could answer, so:
4: hmm, as far as NOTPs mine are fairly common sense ones but i suppose my most "my personal opinion" NOTP is tfa Shockbee. Dunno why but that ship doesn't really click for me like many other ships do
6: a pairing i used to hate but now love thanks to the fandom? I'd have to say tarnma and megastar, I'm very specific with those dynamics and i definitely wouldn't ship them in canon
9: most disliked character? Bayverse Wheeljack. I am so sorry but he scares me so much and i hardly remember his role in DOTM
13: unpopular opinion about Megatron? You can demonstrate he is/was a bad person without making him abusive to Starscream and blaming Starscream. That's my personal opinion, especially if they're going to keep going for Megatron redemption arcs. You can give them a tumultuous dynamic without making it outright abusive.
20: purest ship in the fandom? Difficult question, considering what a lot of these guys have done, but my answer has to be LugAnode. I do not talk enough about them, they are amazing, and i love their dynamic
21: thoughts on crackships? I love them, if you can sell me on a ship i will believe you fully on it. I'm usually going to hear you out
27: least shippable character? Hmm, difficult question, because I'll ship just about anyone, but i apologize to cliffjumper lol
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@musesofhororr liked for a sentence starter! (For Scully!)
"Scully, in your professional opinion, do you think a flesh eating virus could mutate so much that it could cause a zombie apocalypse?"
"Just curious. No reason in particular."
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Sniper might be a professional, but he’s also a professional klutz
Not really much of a punchline, just thought this was funnier in my head
#sp00ks’ art#reblogs > likes#tf2#team fortress 2#gfg: comic contest#tf2 engineer#tf2 sniper#tf2 spy#tf2 medic#tf2 pyro#tf2 soldier#had a lot of fun making this!#was nice to do a comic again hehe#hope this is good!
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Alastor tutted over his ruined coat, muttering something about Sir Pentious under his breath. How dare he ruin his coat! He sighed softly as he entered his dear friend, Rosie's, boutique. "Good afternoon, my dear Rosie! I have something of an emergency. My coat is torn, and I was wondering if you could use your talents to fix it." He boomed as he walked inside. @a-face-made-for-radio
Echo had heard the voice as she was in the dressing room trying on a new dress that Rosie had made for her, but she ignored it for the time being. Rosie, however, was working on more styles on a mannequin when Alastor walked in. "Ah, Alastor, darling. It's always lovely to see you. Give me a moment to finish with a client, and then I'll fix your coat." Rosie says.
Echo opens the curtain, then wearing a red slip dress with a split that goes up to her thigh. "It's a little loose in the middle, Rosie. Do you think you could pin it?" Her eyes then landed on Alastor. "Oh! Echo, this is my good friend Alastor. Otherwise known as the Radio Demon." Echo waved at him. "Hello, Alastor."
#¤ let the flames rise ; starter#○ i gotta stay high all the time to keep you off my mind ; echo#a face made for radio#hope this is good!
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You Are My Sunshine Chapter 6
“Branch! Branch, help me!”
Branch watched, almost too stunned to move, as Sunshine was being swept away by the raging river. She repeatedly sank beneath the waves, coughing and shouting for him every time she resurfaced.
“Hang on, Sunshine,” Branch yelled, trying his hardest to outrun the rush if water and save the little troll. His pounding heart sank when he realized they were quickly approaching the edge of a waterfall.
Just before she reached the end, Sunshine managed to grab onto a nearby tree limb that was poking out of the water. “Hurry Branch,” she shouted, “I’m slipping!”
“Grab on,” Branch shouted, flinging his hair out to her. Just as she let go of the tree, a wave pushed her further away from him. He looked around for something, anything, else that he could do, but it was all in vain. He watched helplessly as she was swept over the edge of the waterfall, screaming his name as she fell.
…
“Sunny!”
Poppy jolted awake at the sound of her boyfriend’s voice. She looked over and saw him sitting upright in bed, breathing heavily and gripping onto the covers for dear life.
“Branch,” she said as she rushed to his side and took one of his hands in both of hers, “Branch, it’s okay.”
Branch’s eyes were as wide as saucers and glistening with tears. He had his gaze focused straight ahead of him and on nothing in particular. “S-Sunny,” he sobbed, “She was…I tried to…but I was too…”
“It was just a bad dream, Branch,” Poppy assured him, “Sunny’s fine.”
Branch still refused to look at her as he shook his head. They didn’t know that for sure. That dream could have been a sign that Sunshine was in danger, and he had to be there to stop it. He was tired of thinking about her being out there without them.
Lost…
Hungry…
Alone…
Back where she started.
Without a word, he leapt out of bed and raced out of the inn, ignoring Poppy’s pleas to wait for her and her reminder to grab his things. He paid no attention to the confused and concerned glances he got from every troll he passed, nor did he respond when one asked him what his “hurry” was. His mind was laser-focused on boarding the balloon and continuing their search.
He was going to find Sunshine. And he was going to save her this time.
…
Her namesake was beating down on her.
She was sweating and breathing heavily.
Every cell in her body was telling her to collapse to her hands and knees and scream for help.
Yet still she refused to give up.
Sunshine took another long sip from her water canteen. It was a good thing that she had found a pond to refill it in before she set off again; it felt like she had been trudging through the desert for an eternity.
She had set back off on her journey the moment the sun began to rise, and she hadn’t seen another troll since. She knew that she’d find civilization eventually. That, along with the possibility of finding her family, was the only thing keeping her going.
She pulled her scrapbook out of her bag and flipped to one of the first few pages. On it was a picture she had made when she was little, right after Poppy had taught her scrapbooking; two trolls, labeled “MAMA” and “DADDY,” holding hands with a little troll who shared Mama’s yellow skin and Daddy’s red hair, labeled “ME.” At the bottom of the page, she had written, “MY FAMILY.” She wondered how accurate the picture would really be. Was she right on the money, or did she take after one parent more than the other? That didn’t matter to her. What mattered was that she’d find them soon.
Her view of the scrapbook was suddenly obscured by a shadow looming overhead. Stuffing the book back into her bag, she continued on, puffing her hair out into an umbrella shape. Wait a minute, she thought, since when does it rain in the desert? She wasn’t scared, just confused.
Until she heard their voices.
“There she is! I see her!”
No.
“Oh my gosh, that is her!”
No no no no no!
…
Branch was leaning on the edge of the balloon, resting his chin on his hand. He was half-asleep and half-listening to Poppy as she kept pointing out everything she saw that even remotely resembled a living creature (“puffalo, adorabull, puffalo riding an adorabull,” etc). If it weren’t so important, he would’ve ripped the binoculars out of her hands and thrown them out of the balloon.
“Don’t say it out loud unless it looks like a troll,” he told her, fighting to stay awake. He had barely slept a wink the night before, what sleep he had managed to get being plagued by nightmares about losing Sunshine.
He was pulled out of his stupor by his girlfriend’s frantic shouting. “There she is,” she yelled, pointing down at where she was looking, “I see her!”
The exhaustion in his eyes was soon replaced with hope as he ran to the other side of the balloon. “I’m positive that’s her, Branch,” Poppy confirmed as he took the binoculars from her. Sure enough, he could see Sunny’s hairpin glinting in the daylight. For the most part, she appeared to be no worse for wear, thank goodness. She had stopped in her tracks when they appeared overhead. “Sunny, up here,” he shouted, waving to her excitedly, “it’s us!”
“We’re so glad we finally found you, sweetheart,” Poppy added.
Despite their shouts, Sunshine did not turn around. She clearly knew they were there, but she didn’t react right away. When she did, it wasn’t how they thought she was going to. She shook her head for a few seconds, leapt back to her feet, and ran in the opposite direction.
Branch and Poppy gasped as the balloon followed. They had been so excited to find the little girl, but she was fleeing from them like they were bergens at Trollstice.
“Hey, where are you going,” Poppy called after her. “Sunny, come back,” Branch yelled.
“I can’t go back with you,” they heard Sunshine faintly yell back, “You can’t make me!”
Branch watched her in confusion as he wracked his brain for what to do. They had come so close to getting her back; what had she been through that made her act so belligerent towards them?
“Bring it down just a little more, Poppy,” he ordered. He hated the idea that had come to him, but Sunshine wasn’t really giving him much of a choice. “I’m sorry, Sunshine,” he muttered once he’d gotten close enough to her.
Reaching out with both hands, he grabbed her by the hair. “Gotcha,” he shouted triumphantly, ignoring her screams of protest. He ignored the fact that she was thrashing angrily in his grasp. He ignored the pain when her arms and feet came into contact with his body. He just focused on holding her as tightly as he could, stroking her back and singing her favorite lullaby.
Within seconds, all of the fight had left Sunshine’s body. She melted into Branch’s embrace as she began to cry, resigning herself to the fact that her adventure was over.
“Shh, it’s okay, Sunny,” Poppy said, joining in on their hug, “we’re here now.”
“I hope you don’t think we’re upset with you,” Branch added, kissing her on the forehead, “because we’re not. We were just so worried about you.”
“I wasn’t ready,” Sunshine replied, sniffling, “I wasn’t ready for you to find me.”
Poppy and Branch looked at her with deep concern. Did she really not expect them to look for her? “Sunny—” Branch began, before quickly being interrupted by the trolling.
“Don’t,” she interjected, avoiding eye contact with either of them. “I know what you’re going to say. I’m not going to let you stop me from finding my family!”
The two adult trolls were taken aback at her outburst. Part of Sunshine regretted raising her voice, but her determination had yet to waiver. She slumped to the ground and began to cry once again, believing that she was in the most trouble she’d ever been in.
“Sunny,” Branch said softly, placing his hand under her chin and moving her to meet his gaze, “Look at me, sweetie. We would never try to stop you. We know how hair-bent you’ve always been on finding your mom.”
“We just wish you had told us you were planning this,” Poppy added, placing a hand on Sunny’s shoulder, “that way we could have come with you.”
Sunshine looked away from her caretakers as a guilty blush formed on her cheeks. She may have thought she knew what she was looking for deep down, but she didn’t really have a concise idea; she still didn’t even know what her parents looked like, let alone where they could be. In addition, she had no idea of any potential dangers that the journey could have flung her way. She should have known that they would be worried about her.
After a few more minutes of hugging and reassuring her that she had no reason to be sorry, the three trolls discussed the next step in their mission. They started by eliminating the places they had already searched; Branch almost had a fit when Sunshine said she had gone to Volcano Rock City by herself, the only thing keeping him calm was being told that Barb stayed with her the entire time. Looking back at the map, they noticed that they were not too far from Lonesome Flats. In fact, Poppy looked out over the edge of the balloon and found that they were directly above it.
Delta Dawn was waiting for them when they landed right outside of their town. “It’s really great to see ya, Poppy,” she said excitedly, “word’s been spreadin’ like wildfire about your little adventure.”
“Really,” Poppy asked, surprised, “then maybe you can help us.”
“Way ahead of ya,” the Country mayor stated proudly, “I’ve already told all the pop trolls that live here to meet in the center of town ASAP.” As Delta began to tell the pop queen about all of the other Pop trolls that lived in their realm, pointing the ones in the crowd in front of them out by name, she stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Sunshine step out of the balloon. Some of the other trolls gasped and started muttering to each other.
Slowly, Delta approached her, eliciting a sheepish giggle and a wave from the child. “Uh, hello, Ms. Delta,” greeted Sunshine. She had met the leaders of the other tribes when she was a baby, but hadn’t really seen them much since. “I haven’t seen you since you were itty-bitty,” she said, brushing a lock of hair out of Sunshine’s face.
“If only I’d known you’d be the spittin’ image of your mama.”
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@cloudxxiii ‘s silly little fella!
🩶 💻 👓 🧡
#hope this is good!#also hope the Alton gifs are good#I saw you liked Alton and saw the logos in the reference art and couldn’t resist dkdhslshsk#requests#stimming#stim gif#stimmy#my gif#stimboard#oc stimboard#yellow stim#black stim#white stim
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The guardian.
Yuri holds her temari inside her hands, he sees her loyalty to her role is strong, she's been a source of good fortune as well but there some mischief in her demeanor.
Unsure of what that may pertain but that just means he needs to get to know her better.
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HI HELLO! may I request two coinings:
being indifferent to being feminine but wishing to transition to femininity.
having a bunch of labels that are oriented towards attraction to men and non women in a platonic and non-sexual way
[Image ID: A five stripe pride flag with dull colors. The stripes go: very dark grey, dark grey, dark greyish pink, light greyish pink, pinkish white. /End ID]
Name: Adinfeminine / Adinaric (if you prefer not to use "feminine")
Source: @mogai-angels
Adinfeminine is a label that refers to someone who is indifferent to femininity, but still wants to/is transition(ing) to femininity.
Name from ad (towards) + in(different) + feminine/aric. Colors from grey/dull colors symbolising indifference + pink for femininity (original, I know /s)
[Image ID: A five stripe pride flag with bright colors. The stripes go: dark purple, dark blue, light blue, light blueish green, light yellow. /End ID]
Name: Polypluranic
Polypluranic is a label that refers to someone who has/collects many labels related to platonic/nonsexual attraction to men & nonwomen.
The name comes from poly (many) + pl(atonic) + uranic (like the existing label, but you don't have to identify with it also).
#hope this is good!#idk why they are so similar it sorta just happened#suggest a label#microlabels#mogai#mogai coining#lgbtq#lgbtqia#adinfeminine#adinaric#polypluranic
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Starter for @beiowzero!
One look outside, let alone any sort of clock, told that Paldea was currently approaching the midnight hour. With most of the region winding down to sleep, one unidentifiable figure was about to make their presence known.
Not to… the entire population, no. But one, singular individual was about to be contacted by fate itself.
Or, well, that was the sort of cool and ominous presence Cassiopeia was going for, anyways. Many specifically centered tabs and systems were up and running on their computer, with applications speeding through connections and making their way past most firewalls. Cassiopeia just needed a bit more time before a stable connection could be established.
Just who in Paldea were they trying to speak with? One of their open tabs with a profile of the target said everything. 'Paldea's Strongest Gym Leader: Grusha.'
"… There! Okay," Cassiopeia mumbled quietly, now having complete control over Grusha's phone. A few codes were typed and sent to his system. Before he could react, if he wasn't sleeping soundly that is, Cassiopeia would already be talking through the phone's speakers.
"Grusha. Grusha! Earth to Grusha?"
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