#I feel like I didn’t explain it well pls help lol

[kyojurismo]

— SECRET MEETING

# sanemi shinazugawa

synopsis : you are in a secret relationship with the wind hashira and his desires become unbearable right before he’s about to leave for a new mission.

tags : fem!reader, nsfw, kissing, nipple play, oral sex (f receiving), unprotected sex (don’t be silly), 1.2k words, not proofread.

a/n : COME GET YOUR FOOD !!! alright okay uh, i decided to finally finish one of my wip and it turned out like this. pls lemme know if i missed a tag, i’m actually pretty bad at tagging smutty works lol. pls keep in mind that english is not my first language so i’m sorry for any error . . . anyway, i hope you guys enjoy <3

you walked out of the hashira meeting beside shinobu, chatting with her. you smiled at her, nodding, before someone grabbed your arm and stopped you. “uzui-san, i swear–” you turned and met sanemi’s face, stopping mid sentence. “shinazugawa-san,” you offered him a smile.

“i need to talk to you… about that mission,” his tone was low, since shinobu was still near waiting for you. his eyes silently communicated with you and when realisation hit you, you nodded and turned to your friend. “shinobu-chan, i’ll see you later. i need to speak with shinazugawa about an important matter,” you explained, bowing to her. “oh, no worries! see you later,” she grinned at you, confusing you a little, and turned around to walk away.

what— your thoughts were interrupted when sanemi started pulling you with him towards a more private place, away from prying eyes.

“i told you to meet after the meeting because i’ll leave soon, dumbass.”

you sent him a glare, offended. “shinobu was talking with me, it would have been rude if i–” you gasped as sanemi leaned closer and kissed your lips fervently. his hands grabbed your hips, as he moved even closer to your body. you didn’t protest as you put your hands on his shoulders, gripping them as his kiss became more heated.

“i missed you so much,” he groaned as his hands started pulling at the buttons of your uniform, desperate to feel your skin under his palms. “d-don’t tear it again,” you tried to help him, careful not to ruin your uniform once again. once your chest was free, his hands moved to caress your skin and he started kneading your breasts. a soft moan escaped your lips as you closed your eyes.

sanemi’s lips traced the skin of your neck before he moved lower and started biting your skin, his fingers pinching your hardening nipples enough to make you gasp. “w-we shouldn’t… you need to stop,” you noticed him kissing down your body until he reached your belt. “i’m not gonna wait two weeks or more to have a taste of you,” his voice was gruff, but full of desire, and it was enough to make you clench around nothing — and of course agree with him. you gulped and noticed him glancing up at you before kneeling in front of you.

his warm hands started caressing your legs, moving up under your skirt before pulling it up to expose your underwear. your cheeks grew hotter as he smirked at you, noticing a wet patch on it.

“needy, huh?” he licked his lips before removing your underwear, fresh air hitting your center. his eyes stared at your most intimate part with pure lust and hunger. he looked so hot, you couldn’t—

"..sanemi!" you gripped his hair, your head hit the wall behind you. your eyes were closed now, your parted lips caused a few whimpers to slip out before you had to cover your mouth with your own hand. sanemi held your thighs with urgency, as if his life depended on giving you pleasure. you pushed your hips towards him, making his head completely disappear under your skirt. "you taste so good," he groaned against your cunt, lapping and sucking like a starved man.

you tried hard to keep any sound from escaping your mouth, knowing damn well anyone could pass and hear the two of you. not only you two were doing something indecent right under the sun, but no one knew you two were dating — no, everybody thought sanemi could barely stand you, his fellow hashira.

“n-nemi!” you whimpered, securing your hand around your mouth once more as you got distracted by the approaching orgasm. “you close?” you nodded eagerly, your legs quivering. at that, sanemi stopped and lapped at your throbbing clit one last time before getting up. “what the hell?!” you whispered angrily, annoyed. you were so close and sanemi had the audacity to leave you hanging on the verge of flooding his mouth with your sweet essence. it was a loss for him too, though.

“i just remembered the master asked uzui to come back a few time later, that jackass could hear us loud and clear and you know he won’t keep it to himself.”

oh. oh! you were quick to move your hands and undo his belt, pulling his pants open and moved the fundoshi enough to grab his hard cock. “shit baby– should have told you sooner,” he half groaned, smirking at your sudden eagerness. you pulled him into a kiss, shutting him up. sanemi got the hint and cupped your cheek with his hand, caressing your hot skin. you stroked his tip, gathering a few drops of precum before starting to pump him a couple of times before sanemi pushed your hand away as a low grunt escaped his lips.

“turn around,” he said gently, kissing your cheek. you did as he asked and felt him pull up your skirt, sanemi spanked your ass as he lost himself for a moment, admiring you. you bit back a moan, feeling the familiar sting. he pulled your hips towards him, making your hands rest against the wall for leverage. he didn’t hesitated further, pushing his cock into you.

you both moaned, a bit too loud for your judgment. as he started thrusting into you, sanemi’s hand wrapped around your mouth letting you moan freely against his palm. your warm walls clenched around him, making him groan. “fuck— you feel amazing,” he rested his forehead between your shoulders. his other hand gripping your hip hard enough you were sure it was gonna leave a handprint.

sanemi’s thrusts grew desperate both for the fear of someone hearing and for the approaching orgasm, for the both of you. you cried out right into his palm, wetting it with your saliva as one of your hand desperately grasped at his wrist. you came hard around him, your juices starting to run down your thighs as sanemi kept moving, his hips slapping against your ass. he was good at keeping quiet, while you were crying from the burning sensation coming from between your legs — a very pleasant sensation.

sanemi hand moved to grope your chest, suddenly needing to feel more of you. his lips met your neck, as he groaned into your skin while he painted your gummy walls with his seed. the feeling of his cock twitching inside you while he came made you clench around him. you shivered when he whimpered at the feeling, as you milked him until he finished emptying himself.

as he removed his hand, you gasped for breath. sanemi pulled away and shivered as he slipped out of your warm and welcoming pussy, already missing the feeling. you turned around slowly and noticed him smiling at you. “lemme help, mh?” he helped you fixing your clothes and silently thanked him.

“good luck on your mission, shinazugawa-san,” you winked at him and then you two shared a final kiss, before parting ways. you bumped right into tengen and tried your best to act casual.

“oh, [l/n]… i thought you left with kocho,” tengen smirked down at you, as if he knew something. “i uh… forgot to speak with oyakata-sama about an important matter,” you replied, a bit taken aback. “ha! right, always focused on your duty as a slayer,” uzui teased you, chuckling, and you tried to not make him suspect anything more as you smiled and bowed to him before walking away.

sanemi too bumped into uzui, but he pushed him out of his way and simply walked away. “you and [l/n] are bonding, huh?” sanemi stopped right in his track, but tried not to turn around. “i still despise her, uzui.”

“what a couple,” he said to himself, chuckling.

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[illicitlimerence-writes]

santa's house | c. leclerc

pairing: charles leclerc x reader word count: 2.1k words (oops) request: nope prompt: character a works as a santa’s helper. character b has a small sibling/child. from this prompt list. not my prompts, credits to the person who created it!warnings: kids, uncle!charles, language maybe, idk what else. **text in italic is supposed to be in french lol** a/n: day 4! a little bit longer than yesterday but oh well, for some reason this one didn’t feel as long when i was writing it. REMINDER THAT MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED, EVEN IF IT’S FOR THE SPECIAL. pls, i don’t want to close my askbox but if i keep getting i’ll have to turn it off.

my masterlist / 25 days of christmas masterlist

the job wasn’t the most luxurious ever, but it paid good, especially with the holiday craze. 

working as one of santa’s elves at the local mall wasn’t exactly on her bucket list, but she needed the money. living in monaco as a student wasn’t easy nor cheap, and she couldn’t let any opportunity to make some extra cash escape. 

thankfully, the lines were never too long, the people were understanding, and the children were the sweetest. since starting that job she’d learned a lot about patience, about being around a lot of kids at the same time, but most importantly, about keeping the children’s innocence and spark alive. 

in the two weeks of working there she’d had to deal with every kind of kid, the excited ones, the ones that were slightly afraid of the idea of santa, little babies that was their first time meeting santa, and she remembered every single kid that she met.

she was sitting on santa’s chair, still wearing the green dress and striped tights, a red santa hat on her head. the actor playing santa had already called off for the night, but she had to wait until her flatmate finished her shift at one of the shops at the same mall so they could go home together. she was about to turn off the lights from santa’s house when she heard the now-familiar pitter patter of tiny feet on the polished floors.

“cha, hurry!” a little girl’s voice echoed through the walls and tall ceiling, she turned her head seeing a girl of about two or three years old running her way. her heart melted, this girl was probably the prettiest girl she’d ever seen. bright hazel eyes and hair, a gorgeous red dress with white tights on. behind her, a twenty-something brown-haired guy was rushing to her, trying to keep up with her tiny but fast legs.

“wait, darling. slow down,” he said, right as the girl tried to climb the small white picket fence surrounding what was supposed to be santa’s house. out of instinct, she hurried to help the girl.

“careful, honey, you could get hurt,” she said softly, opening the entrance to the house and helping the girl down.

“santa,” she frowned, looking around, her heart sunk in her stomach.

“santa’s gone for the night, darling,” she explained as the guy that came with the little girl walked to her, lifting her in his arms.

“sorry,” he said, hugging the girl tight, “don’t run off like dad, your parents won’t forgive me if something happens to you, and neither would i,” he told the girl, who leaned her head against his shoulder.

“santa,” the girl told him, lower lip sticking out in an adorable pout.

“santa’s house is open until six, you just missed him, i’m sorry,” she explained, a small smile on her face.

“hear that, lovie? we can come back tomorrow,” he said, but the girl shook her head.

“i want to see santa today,” she insisted. 

“what’s your name, darling?” she asked the girl, she felt her heart squeezing at the sight of the girl being sad. 

“cami,” she answered.

“that’s such a pretty name, cami. it’s so nice to meet you. listen, how about this, i can show you inside santa’s house, would you like that?” she offered, smiling sweetly at the girl. who nodded.

“he there?” cami asked, pointing to the house.

“no, honey, he had to go to the toy factory for the night, but he’ll be back tomorrow,” she explained, it wasn’t the first time she’d had to make up a story on the spot. 

“cha, down,” cami said, and the guy holding her put her down, but held her hand. they followed her to the entrance of the house, it was simple, but still in theme. there were two cushioned chairs and a bench, a cabinet where she and the santa actor kept snacks, drinks and some make-up. thankfully, there were no costumes there. 

“welcome to santa’s house in monaco,” she smiled as the girl looked around, the soft glow of the lights outside illuminating the inside. 

“it’s small,” cami said, looking around and sitting on one of the chairs, the guy she called cha helped her up.

“yeah, he’s so busy, he doesn’t to spend too much time here, and every night he goes to sleep in the north pole, that’s why it’s small,” she explained, watching ‘cha’ with a smile on his face as he saw cami nod slowly, taking the new information in. 

“he comes back?” she asked, too enthralled by everything around her.

“yeah, he’ll be back tomorrow.”

“cha, we come tomorrow?” she turned to cha, who nodded in return, pinching the little girl’s cheek lightly. “you’re here tomorrow?” she asked her.

“i will be right here, cami.” she nodded, smiling. she saw movement outside the house, seeing her flatmate waiting for her. “but right now it’s getting late, and i think we all should go home, but i’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” she said, standing up from her spot and walking to the snack cabinet. she opened it and grabbed a cookie that she gave every kid that went to meet santa. she thought twice and grabbed another one, instead. “here you go, this is for you,” she handed her one of the cookies, one in the shape of a snowman. the girl’s eyes shined bright, making her smile. “and this one’s for cha,” she said, giving her one in the shape of a christmas tree. 

“cha, cookies!” cami giggled, staring at the cookies longingly. “thank you,” she said. 

“thank you, uh- my name is charles. that’s cami, camille.”

“nice to meet you, charles. i’m (y/n),” she smiled. 

-

the next day, she lifted her head every time she heard a small child’s voice, hoping to see cami and charles walking her way. she tried to hide her disappointment, putting on her happy face and welcoming the kids. with about thirty minutes left, she’d already given up on seeing them that day, but the sweetest voice calling her name caught her attention.

she turned, seeing camille with charles trailing behind her. this time she wore a green dress. she waved at her, turning to sam, the guy playing santa.

“please be on your best behavior for this girl. she wanted to see santa last night but came too late.” she felt two hands wrap around her legs, she crouched in front of cami, “hi, cami, how are you?” she asked the girl, smiling at her and charles as she looked up at him. he smiled back.

“good. i see santa!” she pointed to the side. 

“want to meet him? i already told him about you, he’s been waiting all day to meet you,” she smiled, getting a funny feeling in her stomach at the girl’s bright expression in her eyes. 

“cha, come!” she grabbed charles’ hand and led him to santa. 

-

she waved her hand goodbye at them, already knowing she was going to miss having cami around. she closed the curtains of the small windows of santa’s house, changing out of her costume inside the house. her flatmate had already gone home for the day, so she had to walk home by herself. she didn’t mind it, she liked having time to see her temporary home. 

as she walked past an antique shop, she noticed a gorgeous snowglobe. the bottom was painted gold, and inside there was a carousel, and she was sure it worked because of the small lever on the side. she sighed, knowing that with the holidays the prize was sure to be way out of her budget.

“hey, hi-” she jumped a little letting out a curse word. charles noticed the switch in language, “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to startle you.”

“no, it’s okay, i- i was too caught up in my thoughts,” she said, smiling at him. her head went down, looking for cami. “where’s-”

“with her parents,” he said, pointing to a shop across the street. a cozy coffee shop, cami sat with her parents in front of her. 

“she’s your…”

“niece,” he answered, she nodded. 

“i’m guessing you’re her favorite uncle?” she smiled, watching the way charles looked at her softly.

“i’d say so,” he chuckled, “her parents, my cousins, are really close to my age, so i’d say she’s my favorite, too. i love her to pieces.”

“cute,” she slipped out, feeling a light flush creeping on her cheeks. 

“do you want to join us? i’m sure cami will be delighted to spend more time with you,” he asked, her gaze drifted from cami to him. “or if you’re busy or have plans i-”

“no, it’s… i-” she thought for a second, seeing his small smile and bright eyes, so similar to cami’s. “sure. a little while won’t hurt.” 

her heart beat faster at the sight of his relieved smile, he offered her his arm, she slid her hand around it and walked to the coffee shop. as they entered she could see cami turning her head to see charles. her eyes widened and she clapped her hands as she spotted her. 

she sat next to cami, with charles on her other side as he introduced her to his family. 

conversation started flowing easily, with her helping cami eat her slice of cake as if she’d been doing it her whole life, it came natural to her.

charles smiled, knowing cami didn’t open up easily to people, and it was surprising and so nice to see her like that with her. his cousins made her feel welcome, asked her questions about herself, her job, her uni major. with every word she spoke charles found himself unable to look away. 

he wanted to get to know her more. whoever managed to get cami out of her shell was someone worth knowing. 

after almost two hours of talking and enjoying a nice evening, cami and her parents left, the little one having fallen asleep already. and charles insisted on driving her home, she’d said it was fine, that she was good just walking home, but had finally given up.

the car ride was filled with talk, asking questions that were a bit more personal, but both felt comfortable answering them. as she pointed to her building, charles felt a small ball of dread in his stomach. he didn’t want this to end.

“can i-” he said, sighing as he cut himself off. “i’d love to see you again,” 

“oh,” she said, before a smile slowly crept on her face, “me too.” she admitted, feeling shy under his stare. 

“um, is… that’s great,” he said, watching her nod. she nodded, too, tapping her fingers against her leg.

“here,” she handed him her phone, “put your number in. we can text and plan something,” 

“yeah, i’d… i’d like that,” he said, typing his number and saving the contact as ‘cha’ with a bear emoji. he’d explained the bear necklace that cami had picked out for him as a birthday present, she had contained herself to avoid swooning audibly. he called his number so he could have hers as well. 

“good. well, thank you for tonight. i really had a nice night, your family is so great and cami… she’s quite possibly the greatest toddler i’ve ever met. and trust me, i’ve met a lot,” she laughed.

“she is, the sweetest girl.”

after staring at each other for a few seconds, she jumped when they heard a car passing by, too fast to be within the speed limit. 

“i should… go. i- i’ve got to work tomorrow.”

“yeah, of course. have a nice night, and… i’ll call you.”

“i’m looking forward to it,” she smiled, stepping out of the car. 

he watched her close the door and walk to the front door of her building, and it took him one second to make up his mind. he stepped out and closed the door, calling her name.

“yeah?” she asked, watching him walk her way.

“i… i forgot something,” he said, feeling his hands getting clammy as he kept them behind his back. 

“what is it?”

he leaned forward, brushing his lips against her cheek, placing one soft kiss there. her breathing hitched as she looked at him, a smile on her lips as he leaned back, heat rushing to her face.

as soon as she closed the door to her apartment she received a notification.

from cha🐻: sweet dreams.

she smiled, dropping down on the sofa and screaming into a pillow.

there was no way a man this perfect existed.

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[halsins-herbal-underpants]

Between Want and Need

also known as I Bet You'll Fit in My Pack

So another Halstarion fluff piece! I must be feeling the softness lately, haha. This one kind of rambled a bit -- I blame the fact I can't seem to write a thing with Astarion in it where the party banter doesn't devolve into like 89% 'give Astarion shit' times lmao -- I quite like the general vibe and the sweetness. No betas, hope everyone's IC lol! Pls do enjoy ~

Fluff / Astarion/Halsin / 6k words (give or take) // AO3 Link

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Astarion owed Halsin something and he wasn't happy about it at all.

He owed him, because that morning when he'd come back from an early hunt with Wyll, Shadowheart, and their defacto party leader Tav, Astarion had been covered in blood and walking slowly, painfully, a red-spattered gash at the waist -- and Halsin had hurried right to the vampire's side without a moment of hesitation. His hands were already starting to glimmer with druidic healing magic before Astarion even said a word.

And he hated it. Because now he owed him for that. After all, he hadn't needed Halsin to heal him, and yet there he was, kneeling at Astarion's feet and whispering magical words over his wound while his skin glimmered in oranges and greens.

Astarion let him. He decided it was easier to let Halsin continue rather than push him away.

But he didn't need this at all. Frankly, it was presumptuous, and he wondered why he didn’t let the druid know right then and there.

Well. Seemed silly to complain now, he supposed. But next time. Definitely next time.

Astarion wouldn't have even been wandering around the godsforsaken woods, if Tav hadn't insisted the spawn get his turn at the camp's fun new group activity.

The party was trying to load up on meat while they were past the Shadow cursed lands, but still far enough outside Baldur's Gate good game remained plentiful. Looting eighteen bottles of wine and twenty half-eaten apples for dinner was all well and good when hunting was scarce, but everyone -- well, everyone that didn't just need to cajole a bite of Halsin’s neck to have their supper -- was craving something substantial.

They had done a few days worth of hunting, everyone getting a turn to enjoy themselves with something besides killing cultists and goblins, but this was going to be the last of it. And boy, was Astarion glad for that.

Hunting for himself was fun. Hunting, real hunting, the kind that required more than just drinking an animal dry and discarding its carcass for the carrion birds, was so very indescribably boring.

His boredom might have been why he wasn't really paying as close attention to things as he should, frankly. Another reason to blame Tav for his troubles.

They'd run into a small raiding party, Tav had explained, as Astarion grimaced in pain under Halsin’s care. They sat besides him on one of the logs surrounding the camp's fire while Halsin knelt at Astarion's feet and concentrated on the slash in his side.

Kobolds, so the fight was over quickly. But a lucky little bugger he thought was dead had poked Astarion good when the vampire turned away to loot a body. The dagger was fit for kobold hands so the slash hadn't been deep. There had just been a nasty little poison on the blade, so it stung and burned and -- well, hurt quite a lot, actually.

But Astarion was fine, of course. He didn’t need this fussing at all.

"Blasted creature didn't have the courtesy to stay dead when stabbed," he sniffed. "So no fault of mine, if you ask me--ow!" He hissed softly in pain and Halsin winced.

"Apologies, Astarion. I think this may have been wyvern poison instead of the more standard fare," Halsin frowned, just as Shadowheart entered the camp, trailing behind while she helped Wyll carry back one of the bucks they'd managed to fell. Halsin's words made her pause and she frowned as well, as she dropped her half of the deer with the other game meat and walked towards the druid and his patient.

"Oh, wonderful," the vampire muttered dryly. "Surely poison isn't a cause for alarm for a walking corpse?

"You are more than that," Halsin scolded in that gentle way that made Astarion both roll his eyes and feel warm all over. "But yes, it should be fine. However it would be better if healing had been started at the moment the poison met flesh."

The druid's eyes flicked towards Shadowheart for the briefest moment before turning back to Astarion's wounds, but she absolutely caught the glance and her eyes narrowed. Halsin didn't notice. "It's had a bit to work its way in and this is a nasty sort that eats at the tissue; luckily its slow enough to often catch in time before lasting damage is done."

"That explains the burning," Astarion mused, more curious than worried as he peered down at the throbbing wound barely visible under Halsin's large hands, as the druid channeled Silvanus' blessing into his skin. "No real worries, I've had worse--"

"Oh Astarion...pardon me for interrupting, but can we speak?"

Astarion's words were abruptly halted by Shadowheart, her question blurted with a tone that sounded almost...offended? He looked up at the cleric and blinked to see her glaring at him, hands on her hips.

"I couldn’t help but overhear, you see. You were hurt by a poisoned blade?” Her lips turned downward, eyes narrowing more. “Why then, didn't you say anything?"

"Darling, it's like I said. I've had worse." He waved her off. "I can't run to you for every little bump and scrape, can I? It'd be a waste of my time and yours."

"That's what I'm here for, you stubborn twit," Shadowheart huffed and crossed her arms. "And having a dirty wound laced with wyvern poison is hardly a scrape. It's obvious you're in more pain than you let on, but you said nothing to me -- and I did check with you, if you recall." Her lips pressed tightly. "As I do everyone after a battle. But instead you said nothing until you waltzed back into camp." She paused and then continued roughly, a flicker of genuine upset escaping her careful expression. "And on top of it, you've made Halsin think I'm a poor cleric!"

"Oh, Shadowheart, I did not mean--" Halsin's exclaimed immediately, looking up at the half-elf with surprise and regret. He certainly hadn't intended his glance to convey that. It was involuntary, more curiosity as to why she seemed to have ignored an injury, than condemnation. It wasn't like her to leave a wounded comrade without aid if possible, after all. "You're incredibly skilled! I deeply apologize if I offended you."

"Huh! It's her accusation that's more offensive," Astarion frowned, feeling oddly defensive -- though, not for himself, but for the druid. "Our big bear would never be so rude. I wonder if he’s capable of a judgmental thought at all," he added drolly and Halsin had to chuckle.

"Oh, you'd be surprised..."

It was Shadowheart's turn to be chagrined and after a moment of faltering, she sighed and shook her head, her armored shoulders slumping.

"Oh, I'm sorry, myself. I know you wouldn't think something like that Halsin. At least nothing of real concern you’d keep to yourself.” Arms crossing, she rubbed at the back of her neck, lips pursed in an unnoticed pout.

“I suppose I'm just annoyed at our oh-so-brave rogue here, because this isn't the first time he's refrained from telling me about an injury until he returned to camp and had you fix it up." She paused and then tilted her chin up a little, trying to convey her next words coolly, and not tinged with the small amount of hurt she felt.

"If you think I'm incompetent Astarion, I wish you'd just say so. It would certainly save me some spell slots when you inevitably walk over a trap you yourself just located."

Astarion looked at her silently for a beat, glancing back at Halsin, but the druid was concentrating on his wound. Those wise hazel eyes did lift a little and meet his, Halsin's eyebrows raising. A sort of silent "Well...?" And then he smiled, gentle and caring, and went back to what he'd been doing. Encouragement to say what he knew was the right thing, but no pressure to do so.

The vampire groaned, his head dropping back as his brow pinched in irritation. "I....don't think you're incompetent, Shadowheart. You're a fantastic healer. I've never meant for my actions to feel like a personal slight, and...I'm..."

He paused, feeling something burning the side of his face and he glanced over to see Tav watching him with a very encouraging smile. Practically nodding along to every word, in fact.

For fuck's sake.

"Hhhhhh...I'm sorry," he muttered at Shadowheart's general direction, ignoring the low chuckle that came from the druid before him. He could just imagine the satisfied smile on that careworn face and he forced his own to pinch in annoyance.

"...Hm. Apology accepted," Shadowheart replied nonchalantly and then moved to sit on the log next to Astarion, watching Halsin do his work. She shifted as if attempting to get comfortable, the movement making her knee bump into Astarion's, briefly.

He recognized the gesture for what it was. They were both the same kind of stubborn, after all. He moved too, pretending to stretch, and bumped his elbow against her arm. He saw her little smile out of his periphery, and matched it with one of his own. They were all right.

"Still though," she did continue, her voice warmer with the slightest hint of reproach. "If you're hurt, you ought to tell me. Sometimes it's a simple scrape and sometimes it's wyvern poison, you know? I'm still terribly curious why you hesitate."

"Mm, no real reason. Perhaps I subconsciously fear Selune's wrath, she is so picky when it comes to who is worthy of her moonlight," he joked.

Of course, forgetting the camp currently held the daughter of said deity literally a tent away.

"What is that you say of my Mother Goddess?" Dame Aylin's voice rang out and Astarion nearly jumped.

"O-oh, nothing! Nothing at all--!" Astarion quickly blurted with a breezy, if slightly-frightened, smile. "Idle chatter, completely meaningless. I assure you."

He didn't see the smile that played over the assimar's lips as she affected a gruff look at the vampire. Halsin blinked and then laughed softly, lifting himself up to sit on Astarion's other side and place a large warm hand on his knee; a gesture of comfort and perhaps a small one of protection, as well. Of course the vampire had nothing to fear from Aylin, she was teasing. But still, it was comforting to have Halsin's huge body between her and himself.

"Let us not grow too heated," Halsin said cheerfully. "I do believe allowances are commonly made when one's true heart is seen. The Oak Father himself deems Astarion worthy of succor. I am quite sure Selune does as well."

"Hmmm…" Dame Aylin pretended to think for a few moments, watching Astarion fidget and then smiled brightly. "Aye, it is true. Our Lady of Silver knows a shadowed heart from a blackened one after all. Such hearts are alike to Her moonflower; though it may bloom only in darkness, its petals shall always seek the light."

Halsin couldn’t keep from smiling as he gently uncapped a bottled salve plucked from within his pouch, applying it gently to Astarion’s wound – a benefit not necessarily needed for Astarion’s natural healing, but one that would ease the pain more quickly. It wasn’t like his patient was complaining this time, either, so he took advantage of the rare agreeable mood.

“And a particularly lovely blossom to see in their unique bloom, if you’re able,” he agreed quietly.

Astarion blushed lightly, though he wasn’t quite sure why; he hid it with an expression dripping with annoyance, hand lifting to brush through his hair airly. “Have you quite finished, druid?” he muttered. “I’m not as delicate as some night flower.”

Isobel pursed her lips, looking thoughtfully at the spawn as he sat before Halsin, arguing the extra cautious treatment even as he happily remained for it. She slowly grinned then, leaning up to whisper something in her lover's ear as Astarion, his face gone as red as his formerly favorite wine at everyone’s eyes on him, exhaled a deep and long-suffering sigh.

"Can we please move the conversation past my heart, or my succor or me as the general topic, please?"

"But this topic is so much more interesting than talking about the deer we have to butcher," Tav interjected, plopping down on one of the other logs around the campfire, facing Astarion with a huge grin on their face. Astarion squinted at them, looking for all the world like a disgruntled feline.

Oh dear gods, are they all going to come over and sit around him now??

"Ah, apologies for bringing it up, Halsin," Tav added with a slight wince. The druid chuckled and shook his head.

"That is nature's cycle, my friend. It doesn't disturb me to talk about it. I joined you on one of your hunting nights, did I not? And I'm a fair hand at properly dressing a buck as well, so let me know if you need help."

"We'll need all hands, to be honest," Tav sighed, stretching. Astarion breathed an internal sigh of relief, glad the conversation had moved away from himself and his injury as the subject. "We've two large buck, a doe, three rabbits, a small boar and I think Wyll got a couple of quail on the way back."

"That's...quite a haul of meat," Halsin said hesitantly, a soft frown knitting his brows. "We'll be somewhere we can purchase supplies soon, as is. Did you really need so many...?"

Tav was quiet for a minute, then ran a hand through their hair, looking away. "I just...I started thinking about the refugees I saw when we went into Rivington a few days ago. A few of the tieflings from the grove were already there...the kids," they added quietly, and paused. "Everyone crowded into these makeshift tents and I didn't see a lot of, ah. You know. Food. So I thought, well, we were hunting anyway, and there's enough of us to carry extra..."

The concerned look on Halsin's face melted away into a huge smile, grateful and gracious. "Tav! That's a wonderful idea. I'll definitely help. If we all work on it together we can start to salt the venison tonight."

Well now the conversation had returned to the dull and boring. Astarion sighed and made to stretch, but winced with a sharp intake of breath, a hand hovering over the wound Halsin was quietly tending. "Ah -- th-that hurts more than I expected..."

He wasn't very happy about that, he had plans for later. Mostly slipping into Halsin’s tent and seducing another drink from that lovely throat. It was growing to be a bit indulgent, he couldn’t deny. He didn’t necessarily need it, but…well. He wanted it. That was good enough, wasn’t it?

“Apologies, it will sting with movement for some time. Really, in truth – you should always alert Shadowheart when you’re injured. Sometimes these things are time sensitive.” He met Astarion’s glimmering ruby gaze with those pretty, so very honest eyes of his own. “Will you please attempt to do so more often, Astarion? If not for your own sake, then perhaps to allay your healer’s worry…”

Before a very flustered Astarion could speak, Shadowheart leapt to her feet and pointed at the two of them, smiling triumphantly. “I knew it! I knew that’s what this was about! I was right! Wyll, you owe me ten gold.”

“Blast! I was so certain you were exaggerating,” Wyll sighed from the other side of camp. “I mean – he’s a rogue, not a front liner, hardly soaks damage enough to justify such a thing.”

“What are you on about, you confusing woman?” Astarion snapped, cheeks red. Then blinked as Shadowheart loomed over him with her teasing smile, fingertip poking his forehead.

“He’s your pack healer! I knew it. You’ve run back to him for every bump and scrape for weeks now. Isobel, myself, Jaheira – we may as well be invisible~”

Halsin couldn’t see the look on Astarion’s face, turned towards Shadowheart as he was, but apparently it was enough to make the half-elf burst into delighted giggles, practically dancing away from Astarion as if those blades were seconds from lunging towards her. Which might not be so far from the truth.

She turned, looking over her shoulder at Astarion almost coquettishly, a hand lightly perched upon her chest. “Well! I know when I’m not wanted~” she said with the flair of a dreadful penny romance. “He’s all yours, Archdruid. You’ll have to come with us more often, obviously. The poor thing does tend to get caught by a surprising number of missed traps.”

“....You know, I think I miss cold Sharran princess Shadowheart,” Astarion sniffed, his lips in a thin line. “She didn’t give me quite so much sass.”

Halsin had to chuckle at that. “Mmh, I don’t know Astarion, I seem to recall just as much sass, just of a different nature. I quite enjoy the new outlook.” He finished the last pass at smoothing the salve into the wound and began to bandage it now, taking much longer with the application than needed to save Astarion the sting. Not unusual of course, Halsin was ever mindful of how much extra pain his healing ministrations could add; but he did tend to take extra care with a certain spawn, which had not gone unnoticed by – well, most of the camp, really.

In fact this whole production may have been led by ulterior motives, if the grin on Tav’s face as they watched the group was anything to go by. Astarion was too preoccupied by the insinuation of the other cleric to really notice, luckily.

”Pack healer…” he snorted, crossing his legs though he didn’t lean away from Halsin’s hands this time. “Ridiculous notion.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Isobel mused as she sat on one of the logs surrounding the campfire, Dame Aylin close behind her shoulder, as always. “Perhaps not in those exact words, but…well, in truth, while I heal all in need happily, Aylin is…she’s…” The cleric trailed off, unable to think of a way to describe it, but luckily the demigod had a much more succinct way with words.

“I am Isobel’s shield and blade. And she is my home and hearth.” Aylin looked down at Isobel then, one armored hand lowering to touch a pale cheek. “My place of rest and succor. While I would never deny any cleric’s help if the cause was great, in the end…it is my darling Isobel’s healing touch that I seek before any other. The only I need.”

Astarion shifted uncomfortably and Halsin expected he must be growing tired of the druid’s slow, careful touch by now -- so he finished applying the last bandage and stopped. He didn’t see Astarion’s brief, tiny frown as Halsin began repacking his supplies.

“Aylin,” the Selunite blushed a little, tucking a lock of moon-silver hair behind her ear. “I am no better than another, you know.”

“You outshine them all,” the aasimar said simply and smiled. “Mine own biases at work, I admit, but still. When it is you – the one that shares my heart, well–” She glanced over, that intense expression (that always honestly intimated Astarion just a little) actually softened as she put thoughts to words. Her ethereal gaze met the spawn’s eyes.

“I am blade and shield, aye -- strong as steel and iron. But sometimes I must bend or I will break, and beneath my love’s hands – I can. Her hearth is safe, and I may lie and be vulnerable for a time.” Her glowing gaze turned back to Isobel, smile wide and the cleric’s face was flushed warm. “And if it is a slight amusement, to acknowledge the match? Dame Aylin, with her cleric kept handy in her pack.” She laughed, that boisterous guffaw. “A fitting thing! My Isobel is so sweet and small.”

Halsin didn’t speak during Dame Aylin’s speech, but the tips of his ears were pink as he rose, looking like he’d been thinking of a great many things. But instead of sharing, he just started gathering up his kit bag on a shoulder, task finished. And really, that was all it was. A task asked of any other healer, nothing more or less.

Never mind that the only reason Halsin got to Astarion’s wound as quickly as he did was because the wood elf always scanned the edges of camp with searching eyes the moment the group's approaching noise signaled their return. And that seeking gaze had never landed on Tav or Wyll or Gale or Karlach or any of the others and stayed.

It only ever lingered on one pale elf.

Tav rubbed their chin slightly, thinking, a small smile spreading on their lips, the one that always preceded some trickery or another.

“You two are adorable,” they said cheerily to the Selunite duo, and clapped their hands together. “But sadly ‘tease Astarion hours’ are over! We’ve all got work to do.”

“Oh, is it over already? A shame, I was just beginning to really enjoy myself,” Astarion hissed, the annoyed poofed tail and flat ears practically visible as he too rose with Halsin. Not purposefully! Just idle timing.

“You can’t expect me to join you with all that…blood and guts business, do you?" he continued. "I’m injured!” He groaned exaggeratedly and hobbled a few feet towards his tent. “I'll just go lie down…”

“Oh, pshh...you’re fine! You can skin a rabbit like that, surely. Isn’t that right, Halsin?” Tav asked with an innocent smile.

The druid raised his head, blinking – his mind obviously preoccupied with some other thought. “Hm? Oh, yes, he should – be –” His words paused as he caught Astarion’s eye, the vampire’s ruby gaze wide and his head shaking imperceptibly. Well. Mostly. Tav certainly caught it, and they saw Halsin did too.

“--Oh– Ah– I mean, rather – he probably should refrain from dealing with any viscera…”

Astarion’s eyes widened and his cheeks puffed a little.

“O-or, perhaps not – no touching any of the raw flesh, or, or skinning.” Halsin amended and tilted his head, thinking. “He could help by plucking the birds, I sup–”

A very slight noise like a whistling tea kettle sounded from Astarion’s throat and if Tav didn’t know better they'd think the vampire was hopping in place. Very small angry hops.

Gods but they did love riling Astarion up sometimes. Heroes needed their fun, too.

“He can’t do any butchering!” Halsin finished with an exasperated, if slightly amused, huff. “Just rest and recuperation, I’m afraid.”

“Oh, well, darn I guess we’ll just have to do without!” Tav sighed, hands in the air. They ignored the glare from a few of the companions around, who did not find the amusement worth having to take over Astarion’s share of work. “Best keep him with you too, Halsin, just in case the infection spreads or some such.”

“...Pardon?” Astarion exclaimed then, mid-stride to his own tent. He blinked as Tav gave him a look and made little ‘shooing’ motions at him.

“If you’re too bad off to help, Astarion, you’re too bad off to lounge in your tent reading some awful bodice ripper. Go. Halsin’s tent. Now. Unless you do want to pluck some birds after all…?”

Astarion blinked and turned to look at Halsin, but the druid had already ducked into his tent. Astarion suddenly felt chastised for reasons he didn’t know, and even stranger, finding the druid’s sudden absence…vexing.

“No thank you,” the spawn sniffed without much of anything behind it, then turned. Tav grinned as they watched Astarion hurry to Halsin’s tent and slip inside.

“Well, he certainly became energetic for such an obviously injured, pain-stricken creature,” they said dryly and then sighed, turning to the others and joining them as the least fun part of their hunting weekend began.

“Sooo...can I have one of those pack healers?” they said with a grin, leaning over Shadowheart’s shoulder as she settled in with a knife and a rabbit carcass. “I am the leader, you know~”

“Tch!” Shadowheart flicked Tav’s nose. “I think not. You’re a bard. Heal thyself, support.”

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Astarion didn’t know what to say once he entered Halsin’s tent, the space small and slightly crowded enough the two had to ease over and around the other to settle onto the padded flooring. Mercifully, that occupied his time for a bit -- too busy to talk while the spawn found some sort of arrangement of his limbs that wouldn’t leave a knee pressing into the large druid somewhere uncomfortable, or Astarion’s foot in a plant pot.

“I apologize for the clutter,” Halsin said at length, attempting to rearrange his stack of books and myriad strings of dried herbs and clay jars of live plantings. “I didn’t exactly…mean for you to join me, really. The wound is likely to be uncomfortable if you lay on that side or twist too much, but there's no cause for a watchful eye, truly. You…” he paused. “You don’t need to be here. You may leave any time you wish, I won’t hold you to Tav’s suggestion.”

Astarion felt the weight behind that pause and turned slightly to look at Halsin with a frown – though that quickly gave away to a wince, as he twisted too far to do so. “Gh! Ah…th-that’s what you meant,” he chuckled low to himself even as his side throbbed.

Halsin immediately looked apologetic and his brow furrowed. “Oh, I didn't think--I'm sorry, that was my fault, Astarion. There’s barely any room here to maneuver…please, allow me.” He stretched out a hand and that familiar glow filled Astarion’s side and warmed him clear through to his fingers and toes. Exhaling a deep sigh, he melted back a little against Halsin’s bedroll and pillows.

“That’s -- mmh, better. Much better. Thank you,” he said sincerely, a fresh burst of warmth glimmering through him at the soft smile on the druid’s lips.

“Ah, since I’m here – I might as well stay,” he said airly, with a carefully casual tone. “I’ll have to just stop maneuvering, as you say, and stay right where I am. It’s not so bad,” he said then and after a beat, smiled up at the druid. “A lovely view at the very least.”

Halsin’s lips twitched a little into a brief smile, and Astarion swore he saw the tips of those lengthy wood elf ears turn pink again. But the smile faded as quickly as it'd come.

“...Astarion. I hope I haven’t...made you feel like you must come to me for healing, if you're injured. You need to be attended by whomever is available, as soon as possible. Waiting for me because I -- I made it seem like that was your only option, or that it’s what I demand -- that was not--" Halsin faltered a little, his scar wrinkling over worried brows. "It's--my intentions have always been–”

“I never needed your healing, druid,” Astarion interrupted, voice tight. He wasn't angry or annoyed, he just -- he just needed Halsin to stop talking like that. Like he’d...forced Astarion to do something. Like he'd overstepped a boundary. He felt a sharp pain in his stomach at the thought that his stubbornness might've convinced Halsin any of the things he'd done for Astarion had been wrong.

He winced at the look of contrition on Halsin’s face that followed the vampire's outburst. The druid seemed to almost shrink in on himself, become smaller with guilt. He couldn't meet Astarion's eyes.

Astarion's chest felt tight as a vise, to see the elf like that and know he was the cause. His brow furrowed. “No, no -- I’m sorry Halsin, I didn’t -- I said that the wrong way. I--”

“It’s just–”

They both stopped, looking at each other and then chuckled wryly, one to the other. “You first,” Astarion said softly.

“The healing…and the…” Halsin gestured to his throat, where the twin pinpricks Astarion had left there a few nights ago were still visible. “The meals. I never wanted to, mm -- not force – perhaps expect?” He thought and then hummed. “Yes…made it seem like I expected you to get such needed things from me, and, well, only me. That was never my intention.”

How could he add that he felt remorseful, and so guilty, because he understood how easily it was for Astarion to just do as he was told. Suggested or commanded, made no difference in the end, if they were said with enough authority...or by someone Astarion trusted. Not that Halsin thought he had authority over the spawn like that, but -- he was a healer, was he not? And not to mention, he was the only one who had offered his blood freely. Was that not obligation, instead of choice? Astarion already struggled with feeling like anything he was given by another was a debt owed.

Astarion should choose himself, what he wanted – who he wanted, for whatever his need may be. Always.

“As you said. You have never needed my healing. But I always was the first at your side, almost pushing it onto you.” He paused and sighed. “Too eager perhaps to feel needed. A feeling I seem to still crave even now. Forgive me.”

“Druid," Astarion muttered, his words strangely thick. "Why…are you…the way you are?” Astarion groaned to himself, an arm resting over his eyes. He’d moved to hide his face as Halsin spoke, the aching feeling in his stomach now fully matched in his chest. He couldn’t look the other elf in the eye.

“I’m not sure–”

“Godsdamnit, so -- so kind!” Astarion snapped. “So good and sweet a-and--” He stopped and exhaled a slow, long breath and then rolled over a little. It was so much easier to address Halsin’s flowers and tiny tree clippings than the druid himself. “You’re right," he continued, softly. "I never needed your healing. And I was actually quite angry this morning at receiving it, since it meant I owed you yet again...”

“Astarion. You’ve never owed me, not once–”

“Yes, I know druid. Hush and let me speak.” The larger elf fell silent and Astarion remained on his side looking away so he didn’t have to see the look of sad anticipation he knew was on on Halsin’s face. Perhaps even a quiet, empty acceptance; he no doubt expected Astarion to tell him to never touch him again, or speak to him, or maybe even something crueler.

The spawn’s chest tightened again.

“That was me being -- oh, let’s just admit it -- angry at myself for telling myself yet more useless lies. Even now, after all this time and learning that, gods forfend I can actually trust you -- I still don't understand why you ask for nothing in return. A part of me holds back, waiting for the moment you’re going to..."

Astarion paused, the closed his eyes tightly. "To want something I can’t give you, in repayment. Because I know I'd do it anyway." His voice softened, briefly. "I'd do anything you asked.”

Halsin's eyebrows raised at that, but he didn't pursue it. He meant to let Astarion speak until he had no more words to give. Rare enough that he was this forthcoming, in the first place.

The vampire sighed deeply. “So if I never once needed what you gave -- freely and out of your own ridiculous, frustrating goodness, might I add! -- well then. I owed you nothing, and never would. No obligation.”

He curled up a little. “The truth was never that, of course. So much worse that I tried to hide it with a flimsy easily-disproven lie like that. No, it could be said I never needed your healing, or your blood or…your…hhh…” Astarion exhaled hard, forcing the words out so they’d stop sticking in his throat. “Touch. Company….voice...” He mumbled. “Scent…”

Finally Astarion couldn’t take it any longer. Even though the pain made him wince and half-cry out as he pushed himself up and twisted towards Halsin, he just gritted through it, especially since it was nothing like what he’d felt before. Even so, he had to take a minute to shoo Halsin away, the druid's instinct to help stop that pain.

Astarion huffed. He may truly be getting soft with these blasted friends that kept soothing all the hurts.

He met Halsin’s face, heart squeezing at the slumped shoulders and achingly sad eyes of someone awaiting an inevitable rejection. Favoring action over words, Astarion reached out and took those roughened, worn hands, ones he’d experienced firsthand as the most gentle that had ever touched him, at least in memory. The spawn could tell that the gesture surprised Halsin and he took advantage to squeeze them with his own slender fingers and surprise him even more.

“I don’t need you to heal–” Astarion paused.

“Mmh no. Let me say what I mean,” he amended, quickly, before he lost his nerve. “I don’t need you Halsin…” The sharp glittering rubies of his eyes met the gentle spring of Halsin's own, wide and sincere.

“I want you. I…I want you. Your care, and concern, and your blood and, hells, your company and, and your voice…your healing touch…” His eyes flicked downward and he grinned, showing fangs.

“Your hands. Gods, do I love what you do with your hands,” he laughed softly, not even bothering to turn it into some seductive innuendo. Just pure honesty. What those hands do, though.

Astarion suddenly let go of Halsin and gripped his folded legs tightly, staring at them, his moment of brazen honesty almost too much to continue to bear. His teeth gritted a bit.

“If anyone has been taking advantage of anyone else, then I’ve taken advantage of your kindness and care. Shadowheart was right -- I’ve been keeping silent every time I got hurt, because all I wanted was...was to come back here and…” He paused, Dame Aylin’s words flickering through his head.

He smiled ruefully. “Receive your succor.” A pause and then he continued, more softly. “Lie and be vulnerable, for a time. But only with you.”

“But--” he could hear a thickness in Halsin’s words and he looked up quickly, brow furrowing, afraid his words had gone too far. But the expression on Halsin’s face was not of pain.

And Astarion’s chest hurt again, but this time he found he didn’t mind.

“But why me? When there are so many others at hand…?” Even now, it seemed the druid couldn’t quite believe it. And Astarion smiled then, real and raw and lopsided, no performance or careful construction. He didn't even keep his eyes from crinkling at the corners.

“‘Because,” he said softly, reaching forward to take Halsin's hands in his again, pressing close enough he could feel that welcome warmth surrounding him. “Simple, darling.” He laughed and then leaned closer.

“It’s what I choose." He pressed a palm to Halsin's chest, felt the strong thump of his heart. "You're what I choose~”

Halsin was quiet for a beat, and then a slow ragged breath left him. His arms wound around Astarion immediately, emotion taking over any carefulness; but the vampire didn’t even mind the pain, would gladly welcome any amount if it meant these arms stayed like this for as long as they could.

Of course, he knew the big softy wouldn’t dare cause a second of hurt, so when he winced and said ‘ouch’, Halsin apologized profusely. That got him a pinch; he chuckled, apologized for apologizing with a cheeky grin and carefully shifted to gather Astarion up in his lap, no hint of pain in the new position.

Well if this was what it took to get Halsin to cuddle, he’d have let a Kobold stab him weeks ago.

“So,” Halsin began with a bemused smile playing over his lips, his forehead against Astarion’s as they curled up together. “Does this mean I'm to be kept in your pack?”

“Pfft! Certainly not,” Astarion snorted. “You’re way too big.” He grinned a little as Halsin laughed, and then looked up to meet his gaze.

“But if you’d like to perhaps, stay at my side, instead? I think that would work just fine.”

“Hmm…” Halsin mused, and then smiled gently and pressed his lips to Astarion’s forehead. “Yes. I do believe I can do just that. For as long as you need m–” he paused and then his smile warmed. “For as long as you want me there.”

“Well,” Astarion said, his answering grin soft and indulgent. “Best prepare, healer. That’s going to be a very long time, indeed.”

#bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #halstarion #astarion x halsin #bloodhoney #dame aylin #isobel #aylin x isobel #moon lesbians #shadowheart #shadowheart and astarion are sassy besties 5evr

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I Love Love LOVE your blog it’s so Yuriy-licous !!! 😍❤️‍🔥😍❤️‍🔥😍❤️‍🔥 Tysm for the fabulous writing that you contribute to towards the Otis fandom !!

I have a request but I’m not quite sure how to explain so I hope you understood what I can’t even understand lol.

Otis x fem, She’s the new paramedic her and Otis have an instant chemistry she’s flattered by his crush on her until she realises that he had a crush on Sylvie Brett as well, Now she’s wondering whether she’s the rebound and if she’s as special as she originally thought she was… Idk if that makes sense at all !! Angst with fluffy ending pls.

“Do you want to buy me a drink? No.” Pt. 1

brian zvonecek x fem!reader

a/n: THANK YOU FOR UR REQUEST ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. i rlly hope i picked up what you were putting down because the second i read this request, i was like “immediately yes.” the way i just resonate with how y/n is planned to behave in this bc it’s how i as a person would behave in this situation is probably a red flag but oh well. i really loved this request and i appreciate your love so much, it makes my heart so happy 🥹🤎. Also I want to apologize for how long it’s taken me to fully write this the way it deserves to be written. I’ve been so busy this last week, but it’s here now so yay! (Part 2 will be out soon pls don’t hate me!)

warnings: angst, fluff, swearing, alcohol, anything i missed.

it’s giving… yuriy-licious. i’m so using that term for the rest of my life.

“That should be all for today folks, get out there do your job and do it good…” Boden finished his morning briefing and as everyone was halfway out the door he stopped them, “Wait, before everyone leaves I just remembered we’re going to have a relief paramedic under Brett as we’re looking for a permanent replacement. He’ll be here…” Boden quickly looked down at his watch to double check the time, “in about an hour. Dawson can assist you until then.”

Sylvie met Boden with a quick frown as she was probably going to be stuck with Chout for the next 24 hours. She then erased the disappointment off her face and gave a small smile to Dawson who’d she be lucky to have working as her partner, even if it was for just an hour of their shift.

“I wonder how many paramedics we’re gonna have paired with Sylvie before Chief Hatcher realizes it’s probably her that’s the problem.” Cruz says in a teasing tone as everyone makes their way into the common room.

Sylvie just rolled her eyes in response lightly punching him in the arm causing a giant reaction from Cruz.

“See! Abuse! Abuse to co-worker right there!” He said walking off and laughing with Brett making Otis’ stomach twist. Despite her rejecting him, he still couldn’t help the feelings he has for her. Otis ended up making his way straight to the bunk room to sulk until the end of shift. Like he would every shift, for the rest of his career.

Exactly one hour later you showed up. Your hair was pulled back into a low braid and you sported the very sexy navy blue cargo pants and just a CFD paramedic quarter zip. Annoyed that you had to be there you took a breath to relax. It’s not their fault that Chout had called in sick last minute causing you to be the backup to the backup, so don’t take it out on them.

Walking into their common room you realized you had no clue where anything was.

“Does anyone know where Chief Boden’s office is?” You ask the group of people scattered throughout the room, and you’re met with silence.

You didn’t want to yell to get their attention like you would at the childish men at house 27. You were like their mother, you wouldn’t put up with any childish or immature bullshit and in return your guys would treat you like any other person. This is because the one time they tried to disrespect you after you called a guy out for being a slob, he tried to grab your ass to which he met your fist with his eye.

Taking a deep breath, you bite your upper lip as you think of which hallway to take. Finally deciding you turn to start walking in which you’re met with running into someone and dropping your stuff everywhere.

You didn’t even look up to see who you ran into before you went to bend down and grab your stuff, guessing whoever you bumped into did that same thing because you both went down at the same time smacking your foreheads off of one another.

“Shit ow.” you both say at the same time groaning in pain for a few seconds before either of you decide to actually get up.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay? I wasn’t watching where I was going and I just ran into you, are you okay? I’m so sorry-” He starts rambling as he hands you your now gathered stuff and you give a brief smile. The second you guys make eye contact it was like the movies. As if time itself had stopped. Unsure what to do because you’ve never felt this before, you scramble to get out of this situation.

“You’re good I wasn’t watching out either.” You say taking your stuff from his hands standing in the now awkward silence for a few seconds as you form a tight line with your lips.

“Your forehead. That was my fault, do you want an ice pack? Tylenol? I’m so sorry again,” He says starting to ramble again causing you to chuckle.

No guy that has ever bumped into you has ever been this worried about your wellbeing. No guy in general has ever been this worried about your wellbeing. As you’re looking up at the guy you ran into you noticed his dark curly hair, and mustache. You’ve always had a thing for mustaches.

“I promise I’m fine.” You say trying to reassure him.

“That’s good. You look new though, and a little lost, are you looking for someone? Something?” He asks causing you to chuckle once again. This guy is just on a roll for firsts. Is this a dream? A guy who is your exact type knows how to make a hell of a first impression that’s for sure.

“I was um, looking for Chief Boden’s office, would you by chance be able to show me where that is?” You ask knowing he would but just trying to be polite.

“Y-yes of course,” But before you guys could start walking a very pretty blonde ran up to you guys.

“Hey are you the relief medic?” She asks out of breath.

“I am,” you say a little confused.

“That’s great, I’m Sylvie, Sylvie Brett. I’ll be your partner today. Sorry I wasn’t here sooner I just got back from a call.”

“No that’s perfect, I was just a little lost. I’m Y/N by the way,” You say extending your hand so she can shake it.

“Well, i’ll um see you around?” mystery mustache guy says excusing himself from the conversation

“Yeah, see you, then?” You blurt out extremely awkwardly internally face palming immediately. Earning a knowing look from Sylvie.

“Ready for the tour? I think you’re really gonna like it here!” She says a little too cheery hoping later on she’ll drop the act and be normal.

“Yeah, thanks.” You respond also hoping she forgets whatever she just saw between you and mustache.

You and Sylvie make your way back into the common room after a few calls and spending half the day together. She was a really good partner, and friend. It definitely beats working with McAuley.

“So who’s this? We never got a proper introduction.” Mouch asked as he was flipping a page in his newspaper.

“Oh yeah, guys this is Y/N, Y/N this is house 51, and just to let everyone know Boden just told us that she’s going to be here for the next few shifts so make her feel at home.” Sylvie says threatening everyone and walking into the kitchen.

You smiled shyly at the group scattered through the room and you walk over to take a seat at the table but before you’re able to, the guy from earlier pulls out the chair for you to sit in.

“M’Lady” He says bowing making you slightly cringe but giggle at the same time because it was pretty cute.

“Thank you…” You start to respond but trail off as you realize you don’t know his name.

“Uh, Brian- or Otis. Yeah Otis I guess.” He says pushing you in and taking a seat next to you.

“So is Otis a nickname?” You ask curiously.

“Um yeah, I’m the elevator guy on truck so,”

“So you’re nicknamed after Elisha Otis? Wow that’s clever. I would’ve never guessed.” You say back intrigued shocking him because no one has ever guessed that before.

“You know a lot about elevators?” He asks still shocked.

“I know a bit, I had a little hyper fixation on it when I was like 12. Lame right?” You say chuckling but stop when you see he’s not laughing.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You ask wiping the corners of your mouth.

“No it’s just…I think i’m in love with you.” He blurts out making you blush.

“Over knowing a few elevator facts? You might want to look into raising the bar of your standards. I mean at least buy me a drink first.” You say nervously chuckling because as you think about it, you didn’t make a conscious decision to basically ask him to invite you out to a drink but you’re not opposed to it?

“Well that’s convenient since I co-own a bar.” He says nonchalantly making your jaw drop.

“So i’m going to need a list of things you can’t do.” You say sarcastically hoping he picked up on the joke.

“Very funny. There’s no such thing.”

Smiling at the friendly banter you guys have going on, you circle the conversation back to what you know most.

“So you don’t like your nickname?” You ask genuinely curious, because it was a clever nickname.

“Psh, no. My name is Brian Zvonecek, Otis has ruined me.”

“Well Brian Zvonecek, what do you want me to call you?” You ask a little more flirtatiously than you originally intended.

“W-well, actually um, I mean, I think uh,” Brian begins to stumble over his words before aggressively exhaling through his nose and gathering his thoughts,

“I think, I don’t care about what you say when you talk.” He tries to flirt back causing you to raise your eyebrows in amusement. What the hell did he just say?

“T-that came out wrong. I meant,” He tries to fix what he says blushing extremely causing you to start cackling.

“Okay Brian Zvonecek, I’ll just call you Brian. Does that work?” You ask after catching your breath.

Otis now sitting lower in his chair extremely embarrassed mutters an awkward, “perfect.” making you giggle again.

It makes your stomach do summer salts as you think of how flustered he gets around you. It’s shocking how much he seems to like you already, and you know you’ve only known him for a day but you’re starting to think he might have a small crush on you, and honestly? You wouldn’t be opposed to liking him back. He’s cute, he’s like a nervous puppy dog but you know once you guys get to know each other better he’s going to warm up to you.

Wanting to clear up some awkward silence you know Brian wouldn’t be able to fix, you turn to look at him who is already looking at you making you blush even more but you start talking anyway,

“Brian?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you gonna buy me that drink?”

“No”

“Oh”

“We can drink for free.”

At his words your body surges with excitement. So does he want to go out with you? Or is this just a pity thing? Things have never moved this fast with a guy that you’ve met that day. Is he the one? Would you guys get married? You feel so happy right now but you need to snap back to reality.

“Are you free after shift?” He asks a little more nervous than before making you literally want to stand up and kiss his luscious lips.

“I am.” You say back not knowing how discrete you’re being with your feelings.

“Well if you want, you could stop by Molly’s and see everyone.” Brian says making your heart drop. See everyone. Not just him.

“a-and me. Since I’ll be working.” He finally adds on bringing your heart right back up.

“I’ll be there.” You say already planning your outfit in your head.

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[lizzie-is-here]

Ello can u pls do (8. having to share a bed and being chill with it because, ya know, friendship™️ but it turns out you cuddle in your sleep and oh no this is a problem-) Kate Bishop x fem reader where you guys have been friends for a long time and both have feelings for each other and both of you have been forced to sleep in 1 bed because there aren't any others then you both end up confessing each others feelings and end up together in the end? ty :) <3

follower event!

character: kate bishop x fem!reader

prompt: “having to share a bed and being chill with it because, ya know, friendship™️ but it turns out you cuddle in your sleep and oh no this is a problem-“

a/n: these ideas are so freaking cute i love them. also writing about kate is very enjoyable lol

requests are still open here!

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s Kate. I really hate to do this, but it’s kind of an emergency and I would really appreciate if you could let me into your apartment.”

You stare at the text message from an unknown number, immediately setting down your hot chocolate and heading to the door of your small apartment. You and Kate had been best friends since high school. If she says it’s important, it’s important.

When you open your door, however, it isn’t just Kate on the other side. Next to her is Avenger and master assassin Clint Barton, her idol and inspiration. And a golden retriever. Who you’re sure your cat will hate.

“I’m really sorry,” she begins, clutching her bow tightly. “I promise I’ll make it up to you, it’s just… There’s a lot happening, and I didn’t know where else to go so I-”

You hold a hand up. “Kate, it’s fine. You don’t have to apologize; come in.” The duo slips inside of your apartment and politely sets their weapons and shoes by the door. Clint glances around your apartment.

A cat lazing on the couch, side-eyeing Pizza Dog. The TV turned on to Hell’s Kitchen, with Gordon yelling at some poor chef about scallops. One bedroom, one couch. He sighs and prepares for a night of poor sleep.

“I’m making hot chocolate, do either of you want some?” Kate is quick to accept, heading to the kitchen and offering to help. You assure her that you can mix the powder on your own just fine, but you can feel the guilt radiating off her.

You let her make the hot chocolate.

After the three mugs are distributed, you sit the two archers on the couch and pause your show, standing in front of the TV. “So,” you say, sipping the scalding drink. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on and why an Avenger is in my living room?”

They give you the best run-down they can, explaining everything from the Ronin suit, the Tracksuit Mafia, and the badass assassin tailing them. You grow more worried as they speak, hurrying to close the blinds and check the doors.

“Well, I don’t have any fancy tech, but I do have food and working cable,” you joke. “The couch pulls out, so I can sleep out here-“

The famed archer waves you off. “Nah, I’ll sleep out here. Not like I want to sleep in the same bed as this hooligan.” He shoves Kate.

She rolls her eyes and shoves him back, nodding to you. “Sharing a bed? Like old times?”

“If you say old times you mean ‘a few months ago’, then sure.” You wave goodnight to Clint and Pizza Dog, and head to your room, Kate trundling behind. She flops on your bed as you head into your bathroom.

“Hey, wash up before you go and dirty my bed,” you joke, offering a washcloth and some disinfectant. She merely rolls over, pouting.

“Don’ wanna,” she whines, sliding from the bed anyway and taking the dripping cloth from you. “Um, now may be a good time to mention that I don’t know how to treat wounds.”

You glance at her. A cut at her temple, some scrapes on her arms and face, and some bruising here and there. Nothing too bad, but enough to need attention. Flipping down the toilet lid, you gesture for her to sit, grabbing a first aid kit.

Humming Christmas carols, you pour some soap on the rag and begin to wipe the blood and dirt from her face.

Kate can’t help but soak in every detail. Your nose scrunches as you wipe and clean, and you let out satisfied huffs between phrases of “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” when you successfully remove patches of dried blood.

You’re too absorbed in playing nurse to notice her staring, and she only snaps out of it when you grab the hydrogen peroxide. You whisper an “I’m sorry,” as you dab the cuts, softly shushing her as she wimpers from the sting.

Thankfully, the feeling doesn’t last long, and she can resume her staring as you grab ointment.

Kate isn’t sure how long it’s been since she started looking at you like this. She knows it started in high school. She remembers how scared she’d been. But now, it feels like the most natural thing in the world.

Loving you is the most natural thing in the world.

It’s uncharacteristic, how shy and awkward she becomes around you. For all of her confidence and swagger, you reduce her to fumbling her words and tripping over air. So she never said anything. Never brought it up, in hopes her pesky feelings would die out in college.

Then she saw you at her first college party and knew she had to admit her feelings at least to herself. Not like any girl absolutely sweep the football team at beer pong and leave on her own two feet. But you were you, so she wasn’t surprised.

She almost asked you out halfway through your freshman year of college, but finals were too stressful. Then, she tried again the next year for Valentine’s day, but another girl beat her to it. The year after that was the worst, since she almost got the full sentence of, “Will you go out with me?” out before being hit by a punk on a bicycle and having to get three stitches in her head.

And, well, she was going to ask you out a few days ago for Christmas, but then she destroyed a bell tower, infiltrated a black market auction, met an Avenger, and caught her apartment on fire. So her luck was not the best.

“Watcha thinking about?” you ask as you unwrap those little skinny bandages. You carefully hold the skin together as you apply them, still humming, now to “Little Drummer Boy.”

“You, everything about you,” she thinks. “I want to kiss you really bad.”

But those aren’t the kinds of things you tell your best friend after raiding her apartment, so she just shrugs.

“Nothing much.” You scoff, helping her up and throwing off your shirt and shimmying out of your jeans. You two have changed around each other so often that it’s no big deal, but Kate’s thoughts are still going a mile a minute.

Her heartrate hits top speed as you step past her to grab an oversized sleep shirt and some comfy shorts from the ground, bending down as she goes beet-red.

You toss her some clothes and she tugs them on, trying her best not to think about how they smell like your perfume.

Meanwhile, you slip into your clothes, turning around and immediately slapping a hand on her forehead.

“Kate, hun, you’re bright red. Do you have a fever?” you ask, brows knitting as you watch her shake her head.

“No, no fever here,” she chuckles nervously. “No, I’m just… The adrenaline from the fight is probably wearing of, so…” You take the excuse, clambering into bed and patting the spot next to you as you flick off the lamp.

Once you both get situated, you’re face-to-face in the dark, hands almost touching. The street lights filter through your blinds, projecting bright dots on your face and the wall behind you.

Kate watches you shuffle under the covers, burrowing into your pillow with a tired noise. She opens and closes her mouth a few times, unsure if she should say something or keep her hyperactive thoughts to herself.

“Hmm?” you ask. Although your eyes are closed, you can feel how restless she is.

“Are you mad at me?” Your eyes fly open, frowning.

“Kate, what?” She shook her head, immediately regretting the words that flew out of her mouth. “Kate, no. I am not mad at you. I promise, okay?” You take her face in your hands, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Get some rest, okay? Gotta have you energized to take out this Tracksuit Mafia tomorrow.”

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Kate did not get rest. For a while, she filtered in and out of sleep, adrenaline and nerves still running on overdrive. And as her mind spiraled, she began to worry.

These tracksuit guys were relentless. What if they trailed her and Clint to your apartment? What if they broke in? Oh, God, had she endangered you by coming here?

In her mind, your apartment was no longer a safe place. It was a trap, and you were stuck in it. She didn’t think she could forgive herself if you got hurt. Or if your apartment got burnt to a crisp.

The anxiety and panic began to set in, slowly building until Kate was wiping tears from her eyes.

As she sniffles quietly, you huff in your sleep, mumbling to yourself and scooting around the bed. She freezes as you roll over, tucking yourself under her arm and sprawling one arm and one leg over her. Great.

Not being able to shove you off, Kate rests her chin atop your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo and attempting to slow her breathing.

Something about the proximity stirs something in the girl. Maybe because of how often she’s thought about this. Maybe because your arm is wrapped tightly around her waist as you quietly snore.

She runs a hand through your hair, freezing as you mumble. You wake up to the movement, blinking hazily. Lifting your head with a groan, you blink away your tiredness as you take in the situation.

“You alright?” you whisper, words muffled by sleep. She nods, hoping you’ll just go back to sleep. But you notice her shaky breaths, so you lay back on your side of the bed, facing her as you sigh. “What’s wrong?”

It takes her a little while to respond, but she manages eventually. “Did I make a mistake by coming here? Am I gonna get you hurt?”

You shake your head, gently patting her arm as you yawn. “No. I’ll be fine, Kate. Even if they did come by here, I doubt they’d be able to rough me up that much.” She frowns. “Hey, I can’t let a bunch of old dudes in tracksuits beat me up. Like, how embarrassing would that be?” you joke.

Some tension leaves her shoulders and she laughs, chasing away the worry suffocating her.

“You’re ridiculous,” she chuckles. “I love you so much.”

She genuinely doesn’t clock the words as they spill out, but she notices you still, even your breath stopping. You gulp, words stuck in your throat.

“You love me?” you ask, tearing up.

It’s Kate’s turn to pause. “I- wait, what? Did I say that?” She laughs, kicking herself as she watches her chance at asking you out dwindle away. “I don’t- What?”

You watch as she grows more upset with herself, reaching over to rest a hand on her shoulder. “Kate, hey. It’s okay.” Leaning in, you whisper to her. “Can I tell you a secret?”

You don’t wait for her to respond. “I love you, too.”

She shakes her head. “(Y/N), you don’t have to say that-“

“Shh. Shh your face,” you say, laughing as you pat her face in an attempt to stop her self-deprecation. “I love you. You just have to deal with it.”

When she continues rambling, you sigh, scooting closer and cupping your hand on her cheek. As you lean in, you wait for her to pull away. When she nods, barely noticeable in the dark, you close the space.

You only part when you both need air, giggling in the dark like two idiots that had been skirting around their feelings for years. “Well,” she grins. “Guess I’ll just have to deal with it.”

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[bartxnhood]

kairosclerosis | e.m

gif not mine

| eddie munson x fem! reader, steve harrington x fem!reader

summary: dealing with your feelings for steve as he has someone else in his heart. but, you are comforted by your new friend, eddie munson, who, you fall for.

warnings: steve being kinda a douche lol. angst with a very slight happy ending if you squint.

authors note: i really hope this does well lol. also, you guys might remember this plot from an old peter parker imagine but i spiced it up a bit. enjoy ! feed back is appreciated! also i made steve & nancy the same age as the reader and eddie so they’re all in school together lmao

not proofread

(requests open)

kairosclerosis: the moment when you realize you’re happy.

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“hey, steve!” chimed, bumping onto his shoulder. you had just recently made a friend, her name was nancy and naturally, you wanted to introduce her to your closest friend. steve harrington. you didn’t expect this to ruin your friendship with him.

“what’s up?” he hummed, turning away from his locker to meet the two of you. “this is nancy, we have a few classes together and i thought you’d like to meet her! i think we’d all get along.” you turned to nancy, she gave him a wave as your felt held that wide grin.

memories filled your mind as you sat on the floor of your bedroom. you look up at the ceiling, hearing the rain fall on your tin roof you sighed. nothing has been the same since. nancy and steve seemed to have hit off pretty well..often leaving you out. well..nancy had invited you out a few times but you denied it, it was for a ‘girls night’ but you usually denied. a couple of times you had gone she was gushing about how steve gave her every second of his day. which you knew, he eventually stopped coming by your house. the only time he’d come over would be to see dustin. if he saw you he’d merely say ‘hi’.

you knew he liked her, you saw it in his beautiful brown eyes. his eyes which used to look at you the same way. deep down you knew were jealous. of course, you were. this was nancy wheeler, it-girl of hawkins. you even loved her, she was too kind to hate. but you wanted to. you wanted to hate her so badly.

you hated how steve’s face would light up when you would mention her, you hated his smile when he was around her. when you watched them from afar at school. you blamed yourself, which isn’t new. but just maybe if you hadn’t introduced them, steve would still be around.

you didn’t exactly have many friends. Your little brother, dustin was your bestest friend. he always shared his interests with you, even if he was smarter than you he always explained what everything meant. that’s how you met steve, the two of you babysat together. you were attached to the hip but nancy soon took your spot.

“why is nancy wheeler babysitting us with steve instead of you?” your brother and a couple of his friends burst into your room. you looked up from the book you had your nose stuck in. “uh because they’re friends?” you shrugged, then went back. “well we miss you” max spoke up, everyone agreeing with her. “can you take us out or something?” elven asked, you dropped your book looking at the pleading faces of the kids.

that’s how you ended up taking all six of the kids to get ice cream. that’s also when you met eddie munson for the first time.

since then, the two of you have started hanging out more. taking the kids on their adventures. eddie soon took over steve’s place in your heart.

“here you are, sweetheart” eddie’s voice pulled you from your thoughts as he handed you a soda. “thanks” you hummed, opening it. he was over for the day, had helped you watch the kids, and decided to hang out with you for a bit. “what’s going on in your pretty mind?” he hopped on your bed leaning back on a. oh pls of your pillows and stuffed animals. “just stuff” you shrugged, looking up at him.

you were interrupted by the doorbell ringing a few times. “y/n! get the door!” your mother yelled, a sigh escaped your lips and pushed yourself off of the floor.

you flung open the door revealing steve. “steve?” you blurted, and he gave you a sheepish smile. “hi, y/n.” he waved. “what are you doing here?” you asked, he shrugged. “just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out. i haven’t seen you in a while” he answered. for a moment you felt hopeful. maybe he missed you?

that thought was quick to fall when you saw nancy in his passenger seat.

“i have homework, steve. maybe next time.” which wasn’t entirely a lie, you did have homework but already finished it. “but thanks for the invite” you added, and . you could hear him about to say something but you shut the door in his face and walked back to your room.

when you closed the door in his face he felt a piece of his heartbreak. it was then he knew something was up with you, walking back to his car he ran his fingers through his hair. “is she coming?” nancy asked. he shook his head, “nope, slammed the door in my face” he sighed, turning the car on. “oh, well maybe next time”

steve hated your absence. he always loved having you around. you always made his day a little bit better you were like a breath of fresh air. but, he also loved having nancy around, she brought something new to his life.

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eddie admired your bedroom, posters of bands, movies, and books you had. each one of these things made you, you. sure, not all of it was his taste but he would love to hear you talk about your interests. he began to listen to your music too, finding himself humming the tune to himself when he misses you.

when you returned to your bedroom, your face darker than usual he knew something was up. “what happened, doll face?” he patted the space on the bed next time him. with a exhausted sigh escaping your chest you fell by his side. “steve fucking harrington” you blurted, turning you head to look at the long haired boy. “being hisself” and dry laugh escaped eddie’s mouth. “this shocks you because?” you sat up, shrugging to his question. “well, you have me. tell me all your problems, i will listen. unless it’s about your awful music taste.” he teased.

a wide grin formed on your face, gently pushing his shoulder. he jumped up from his seat, hands in the air. “there she is!” he clapped., “she’s back!”

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you stood at your locker, jotting down something that was on your mind. “y/n” you heard, quickly closing your notebook and looking over your shoulder. “hmm?” you asked looking at nancy. she smiled at you, “i uh, steve told me about last night. is everything okay? you know where here for you.” yeah. sure you are. you plastered a smile on your lips. “yeah, just a rough night. listen, i’m sorry i couldn’t make it last night, but i’m hoping i can make it up tomorrow night?“ her eyes lit up and she nodded, “yeah! my place at five! don’t be late” she laughed, you nodded giving her a grin. “okay, i gotta go to class. see you later, y/n!”

you watched her walk off and past eddie who was approaching you. he paid no attention as his eyes were glued to you.

“y/n!” eddie smiled, waving to you. you closed your locker leaning against it. “hi eddie” you greeted him with a grin. “about last night. is everything okay? you seemed off. i just wanted to check in on you“ he leaned up next to you, “eddie it’s fine. i’m fine, promise.” you assured, patting his shoulder. “good, you have any plans tonight? i was thinking we could hang out” he grinned.

you pondered, looking down at your books. “well” you started, “nancy wanted to hang out tonight but i think steve will be there, so sure” you nodded. you saw his eyes light up like a christmas tree. “great! i’ll pick you up, what time?”

“four-thirty” you answered.

“great, i’ll see you then. princess”

your heart skipped a beat at the nickname.

what was this sudden reaction? you were always used to his pet names.

as the middle of the day arrived, you heard the bell ringing through the school and you closed your books standing up and followed your fellow students out and flooded the hallways. you pushed a few of your peers mumble a mere “excuse me” trying to get to your locker without being trampled on. you managed to get to your locker in one piece and put your books away. you were just about to shut your locker when out of the corner of your eye you saw steve. naturally, you were going to call out to him and have him walk with you to grab lunch. that is, until nancy came by, reaching up and pressing a kiss on his cheek.

you quickly looked away staring into your locker until someone was next to you. “can i escort you to lunch?” eddie asked grabbing your attention back. you closed your locker and turned around to lean against the cold metal. you took a good look at the metal head and grinned, “i’d be honored” you laughed. the two of you walked away, eddie’s arm slung over your shoulder.

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your heart was breaking. falling apart. all because you were in love with someone who didn’t feel the same way. but eddie was right there by your side. he was picking yo the pieces of your broken heart and taking them back together. days mostly spent at your house or his trailer teaching you how to play guitar.

he promised himself and you that he’d never let your heart break like that again.

he hated seeing you frown. his smile was the best thing he’s ever seen. you were the brightest star in his galaxy. a part of him hoped you’d feel the same.

both steve and nancy had tried contacting you since school ended but you simply told them you were busy with homework. another lie. you continued to spend the remaining time with eddie and the kids. you loved them all, and it made your heart a bit fuller than they preferred having you and eddie around.

he was the best part of your week. from babysitting to laying out in the head stargazing and talking about your future. you found that you could be vulnerable around him. you were yourself. the happiest you’d been in a while.

you realized you now had feelings for your newfound friend.

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your birthday.

you always hated your birthday. with little to no friends, you rarely celebrated. everyone seemed to forget about it. especially steve and nancy. only family knew about it, and now eddie. and the kids of course. that morning your mother ushered you out of your bed, along with dustin. the three of you had a small birthday breakfast. they also gave you the first gifts of the day. your mother had picked out a pair of earrings, ones you had been eyeing for a while. and dustin handed you a handmade bracelet.

“i have one, so now we match” he grinned pulling his sleeve up and revealing a matching one. you chuckled, slipping the jewelry on. “i love it. thank you, both”

the day went by slowly, some of the kids stopping by and handing you their gifts. the last person to show up was eddie, he was picking you up for the dinner plans.

he knocked on your bedroom door and peeked in. “is that the birthday girl?!” he sang. you looked over your shoulder, putting your new earrings in. “eddie” you sighed, he let himself in. “what? everyone should know it’s my best girls day! everyone should be celebrating your birth!” he grinned.

“i brought you something” he swung a light purple bag in your face. you smiled, “you didn’t have to” you took the bag in your hands. “of course i did, now open it!” he snapped in your face. “okay! okay!” you laughed, looking into the bag. you found a box and lifted it out of the bag, as you opened the top you saw the red plastic guitar pic. “eddie?” you looked up at him.

“it’s my original” he took it out, unclamping the back. “turn around” you did as he said, raising your hair and letting him secure the chain. “there, now you have a piece of me.” you turned back to him, your fingers messing with the pic. “thank you, eddie. this is the best birthday gift ever.” a hint of pink-tinted his cheeks. “of course it is” he bowed playfully. “now, shall we get this dinner out of the way?”

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the two of you pulled up to her house, you were the first to exit eddie’s van. you saw nancy waiting at the door for you.

“you made it!” she wrapped her arms around you into a hug and dragged you inside. “and eddie is with you?” you nodded, “yeah, i uh assumed steve would be here, and i wanted some company” you smiled taking off your jacket. you and eddie followed nancy into her kitchen and you spotted steve with a glass. you stole a glance at him and he waved, mumbling a ‘hi’.

you felt stiff, eddie coming up behind you and put his hand on your shoulder, assuring your worries.

the night continued, neither of them mentioning your birthday or anything. eddie questioned you about it once but you said to let it go. you tried keeping yourself grounded for the night, but eddie was always there to grab your hand and squeeze it or he’d rest his hand on your leg.

you saw the looks they shared. the way he looked at her like she was the only person in his life. why didn’t they tell you? why were they keeping it a secret? those questions kept popping up for the rest of the night. “i guess we better get going before it gets too late. thank you guys for dinner.” you said, getting up from your chair and eddie did the same. “i’m glad you came over y/n. we should hang out more” nancy said waving at you. you nodded, grabbed your coat and eddie reached for your hand. “i’ll walk you out, y/n.��� steve stood up.

the three of you walked out of the wheeler house, eddie heading off first.

“i’ll grab the car” eddie hummed, deciding to give the two of you some space.

steve stood by your side in silence, nothing but the soft wind blowing through the trees. “you have a new necklace” he blurted. you reach up, touching the plastic. “yeah, eddie got it for me.”

for my birthday” you added

his mouth and ‘o’ shape. “oh..right.” he paused, finding the right words “listen i”

“dont” you cut him off with a heavy heart. he looked at you, “i really don’t want to hear it, steve.” you looked down at your feet. “i see the way you look at each other.” you started you could feel him staring at you. “i don’t care about my birthday, i just hated that i loved you” you fought the urge to fry. “so, when we’re you doing to tell me?” you asked again, looking into his eyes. he looked lost as he tried finding the words. “we were planning to tell you. i promise. we were just waiting for the right time.”

you nodded, “right. how long?” he shifted his legs and shrugged his shoulders. “two weeks” he admitted you scoffed crossing your arms. it was quiet. your mind was the loudest thing, you just wanted to tell him how much you loved him. “i never got the chance to tell you i love you…and maybe that was for the best..” your eyes began glossing over and your vision went blurry so you looked down to hide your tears. “what?” you shook your head. “you hurt me. big time, steve.” you looked up at him, hurt. “i wanted you to look at me the way you look at nancy but..i’ve realized i found someone better.” you turned your head looking across the street to eddie’s van, seeing his figure in the drivers side.

the two of you stood in awkward silence, it was the most heartbreaking thing you ever felt. the person you used to be so comfortable with..felt like a stranger.

“i never thought i’d be the one to hurt you”

you shrugged, “yeah, well i never thought i’d fall in love with eddie munson.” looking at steve again, taking in his features. his eyes you used to love. his hair that was so soft. “goodbye, steve” you walked in the other direction back to eddie’s van, leaves crunching under your shoes as you walked away.

#eddie munson x you #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie my beloved #eddie x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #eddie stranger things #stranger things #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagines #stranger things x plus size reader

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14. i need to fix my mistake

“okay so! since bella got covid, yn will be filling in for her!”

the theater teacher explained how you were gonna take her place as the lead, but you were too focused on the scenes you would have to play with xiao.

you looked over at him and he looked like he didn’t care.

you frowned a little and started thinking about it.

‘does he really not care that he’s going to dance with me? i mean- i’m over here panicking and he…looks like he has better things to do.’

“yn, don’t you think so?”

“yeah, sure…”

you looked back at your teacher and she was already conversing with diluc about whatever.

“hey xiao, are you okay with doing the scenes with me?”

he looked at you confused.

“what? what are you talking about?”

“well i mean i’m the understudy…don’t i have to play the part with you now?”

“you just agreed with the teacher that you would feel more comfortable with diluc.”

“WHAT?!”

he looked a bit taken aback by your outburst, and just raised a brow at you.

“yn were you paying attention to what the teacher was saying? she said ‘maybe yn would feel more comfortable with diluc since they practiced together more.’ “

although you wouldn’t mind playing the role with diluc, you would much rather do it with xiao.

“where is she? i need to fix my mistake.”

he pointed over to her, and you walked over.

“ms-“

“yn! hi!”

you turned around and saw lumine, what was she doing here?

“hi lumine, what are you doing here?”

“oh well, i had some time to kill so i brought you a snack!”

she smiled at you, and you couldn’t help smiling back.

oh right! you still had to talk to the teacher!

you turned back to the teacher and talked to her about your mistake, while lumine went over to xiao to talk to him.

“okay, so do you want to work with xiao or diluc?”

“xiao, please. no offense diluc!”

“none taken, the prince doesn’t get much lines anyway.”

he walked away and you smiled to yourself.

you turned back around to find lumine gone.

you looked around and saw she was talking to xiao, his ears were red and he had a sheepish smile on his face.

you slowly walked over to them, and lumine was the first to notice your presence.

“yn, what were you talking about with the teacher?”

“nothing important it’s okay!”

you looked over at xiao but he looked like he was in a trance, he was only focused on lumine.

“oh…i have to go now. if i’m out any longer my parents will suspect something haha! bye yn! bye xiao!”

she waved at both of you and she walked out.

you looked back at xiao but he looked like he was in his own world.

you grabbed your water and put it against the back of his neck.

“ah that’s cold! what the hell yn?!”

“hey we have to start practicing, okay? cant have you messing up your lines tomorrow.”

he started muttering to himself and walked off, you gave yourself a wry smile.

‘it’s so hard to get his attention when shes here.’

nonetheless, you still trailed after him and practiced your lines.

fun facts !

can you guess who got the role of the fairy godmother? surprise surprise, venti! although, he never shows up to rehearsals…says something about how he’s able to practice his lines better by himself?

albedo was going to audition with lumine but he had work, and lumine’s parents didn’t allow her so they just didn’t do it

ganyu wanted to audition too, but she had stagefright so she didn’t do it :(

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hi! as i told u yesterday i really loved ur ryusui ff so i hope u don't mind if i enter ur event with a ryusui x f!reader request. here are the details:

genre: fluff, jealousy, bit of angst

topic: costume

prompt: "Nope. Sorry. Only I can see that costume on you."

add'l info: reader and ryusui are a thing. things are going well but as time passes ryusui begins to notice his s/o's closeness to ukyo and ofc the captain isn't happy about it. we all know he's normally enthusiastic and high-spirited but then one day when he sees s/o and ukyo laughing together and being a little too close for his liking, he finally decides he's had enough.

*yea that's it, i'm sorry if the deets might be confusing, i tried my best to explain it lmao. hope it's fine with you. thanks a lot! pls take care and take ur time. 💖

These details help a lot! Thank you :) Also, this is kind of cringy, I’m sorry…but I hope you still like it lol.

Spicytober Event – CLOSED

Topic: Costumes

Prompt: “Nope. Sorry. Only I can see that costume on you.”

Relationship: Ryusui x Female Reader

Fandom: Dr. Stone

Warnings: Fluff :), jealousy, cute

— — — —

Ryusui knew something was up. Of course, he trusts his girlfriend very well. But there was someone else who was trying to meddle in their relationship. For the longest time, (Y/N) said that he was just a friend, and believes it, but he will never trust the man trying to get between them.

Ukyo, a very skilled and handsome young man, has so secretly gotten very close to (Y/N). And for as long as Ryusui has been with her, he has figured out a backup plan if things were to go south. But of course, he trusts (Y/N) completely. Sometimes she can be pretty oblivious about the yellow boy trying to take her away from him, but he won’t allow it.

And at all times, it had to be at a Halloween party Senku Ishigami made for the special night. With handmade costumes, Ryusui and (Y/N) dressed well for the occasion. So perfect, that Ryusui is proud of the costume he made for his lover.

He was happy, having the time of his life as he mingled with the other members of the party. That is until he sees (Y/N) with Ukyo again. She was laughing at some joke he told, but she doesn’t notice the way his eyes slowly lingered on her bare legs. 

Now, that won’t do.

Ryusui stomped his way over to the duo, pushing his way through people. He completely forgot about his drink as it landed on the ground, spilling its contents. 

“Ryusui!” Bless her untainted heart. The man almost couldn’t be rude in front of her. She’s so dear to him, what would she think? But priorities are important. Her smile quickly went away when he gently wraps his long fingers around her bare arm, glaring at Ukyo, and dragging her away.

“Hey! What’s going on?” (Y/N) was all but confused with this newfound Ryusui. She understand why he looked so angry.

“Nope. Sorry,” He says gently, his angry face features relaxing once he looks at her. He sets her in front of him, making sure Ukyo wasn’t in her view. “Only I can see your costume.”

Her face instantly grows pink. “W-what do you mean?”

“What do I mean? Ukyo was looking at your legs! I knew I shouldn’t have made it so revealing.” He mumbles the last sentence to himself. (Y/N) opens her mouth to speak, but Ryusui continues. “Actually, I’m glad I didn’t. After all, you are mine and it’s only right that I’m the only one to look at you in this costume.” He smirks at her.

(Y/N) bashfully tugs at his costume, nervously messing with the loose threads. “Ryusui…don’t say that around other people…it’s embarrassing.” Even with those feelings, she copies his smirk, eyes fluttering up at him. 

#dr stone #anime #ryusui x reader #ryusui #x reader #reader #female reader #fluff #jealousy #kinda cringy not gonna lie #cute #halloween #spicytober

[yutafrita]

hi nat!! 😊 hope you've been well <333 i've been sick the last few weeks 😔 but i had some time to start under the blue flames :'') 👍 can i request a halloween-themed drabble or short fic with taeil pls? :> -🚀

Hiiii!! Aw man I’m sorry to hear that, I really hope you’re feeling better! Being sick is the worst. I wanna say I’m mostly okay- just a little stressed out with some stuff at my job atm 😵‍💫 thank you for checking, this really made my day ♥️

Ahhh Under the Blue Flames!! I'm so happy you're getting around to reading it- that was my first NCT fic and was a big undertaking lol. I hope you're liking it!

You absolutely can request Taeil- here you go :)

[11:27pm]

Pairing: Taeil x Reader (she/her) Word Count: 1,311 Warnings: Alcohol consumptions, mentions of a fraternity

It had been two months since your ex dumped you, and your roommate was sick of you moping around the apartment- it didn’t help that all of the ice cream in the apartment was gone.

“That’s it, you’re going to the Halloween party with me whether you like it or not!” She shouted, irritated by the empty freezer.

“Why can’t I just give out candy to the kids in our apartment complex?”

“Because there’s only like, two kids that live here.”

So, now you stood in the middle of a packed party with a red solo cup in hand, and and a stupid bow in the other. Your roommate had insisted in shoving you into her costume from last year, not at all pleased with your idea of reusing your Princess Peach costume.

You scrunched your face up, grossed out by the messy concoction of alcohol the freshman fraternity boy has handed to you. You took another sip, hoping the unpleasant drink would dull the ache of the cheap wings digging into your shoulders.

Your roommate was in the corner of the crowded living room, chatting up one of the older brothers of the fraternity. You knew she would dump you when she got one drink in her system- but you didn’t mind too much. You needed to go out again and remember that you were allowed to have fun.

“Cupid- that’s a cute costume,” a voice behind you manage to say over the blaring music and chatty party goers. The owner of the voice moved in front of you and you couldn’t hide the smile on your face.

“A witch, very original,” you chuckled before tilting your head. “Don’t I know you from somewhere?”

“We had physics together last year, I’m Taeil,” the man reintroduced himself and nodded as you jogged your own memory.

He sat a couple of rows ahead of you in the class, but typically he was always the one answering the professors questions. He was smart, cute, and was always nice enough to help any classmate who asked.

“Ah, so you could ace physics but not think of a better costume?” You taunted, earning a chuckle from him. The music drowned out his laugh, and was really killing your attempt at being buzzed. “Hey, do you wanna go outside?”

The backyard of the frat house was surprisingly well kept. Taeil explained that every week different pledge classes would draw lots for chores in the house, but the freshman were typically the ones who pulled the unlucky straw of cutting the grass.

“You guys definitely rig that against them. Poor freshmen,” you leaned back on the lawn swing you two shared, watching the gentle lights of the party go.

“We don’t! Plus, I usually get stuck doing the cooking,” Taeil defended.

“My roommate usually does the cooking,” you hummed. “Although, I make a mean mac and cheese.”

“A six year old can make a mean mac and cheese,” he teased. You stuck your tongue out in defiance, and you both burst out laughing.

“So, why were you dragged here tonight?” He leaned back in the swing now, his eyes level with yours.

“Hm, my roommate thinks I need to be more social,” it was partially true. In the past two months, unless you were working or in class, you hardly interacted with anyone besides your roommate. Not like you had many friends before your breakup, but you would at least study with different classmates. Now, you refused to do that, preferring to wallow in your own self pity.

“Had a bad breakup?” Taeil guessed, raising an eyebrow.

“No way it’s that obvious,” you pinched the bridge of your nose, your eyes shut in embarrassment.

Taeil shrugged, “his loss. Now, I get to sit with a pretty girl dressed as Cupid.”

You turned your face away from Taeil’s gaze to hide your blush. Even with the silly makeup he had on for his costume, you knew he was handsome and while you may not feel your best, he was with you as if you deserved all the attention in the world.

You had rejoined the rest of the party at some point, smiling and giggling with Taeil as you did so.

“I was looking for you everywhere!” Your roommate popped up in front of you, her baseball cap askew. She saw the man to your side and furrowed her eyebrows, “who are you?”

“I’m your ride home tonight,” Taeil half laughed.

“I’m definitely sober enough to drive,” you whined, noting the small stumble in your roommates step.

She slung her arm over her shoulder, and whispered (although, her whisper was still clearly loud enough for Taeil to hear), “I think he just wants to spend more time with you.”

Taeil had dropped you off at your place, and before he walked back to the fraternity house (it was about two blocks away), he made sure to get your number and schedule you for a coffee date the following day.

*****

“I hate when Halloween is on a weekday,” you yawned, firmly holding the large coffee in your hand. Sitting with Taeil at your school’s coffee shop, you noticed a few things. Every two minutes someone new would wave hello to him, and he would always greet them back with their full name. You also noticed how oddly organized he was- the planner he had set on the table that detailed all of his time down to the minute, the tablet that had every class perfectly structured, and his hair was perfectly styled despite the visible exhaustion from the night prior.

"I don't understand how you can still look good despite being up so late," Taeil flirted, his eyes not shifting from the schoolwork before him.

This would become commonplace with Taeil by the third date you two would go on to the bowling alley. Random flirtations mixed in with playful teasing and childish banter. In every way, he was a breathe of fresh air in the pitiful routine you had formed after your breakup, but after he dropped you off at your place after bowling, you realized you two still hadn't even kissed.

"He's just flirting and hasn't even tried anything?" your roommate asked afterwards, not looking up from her psychology homework. You had burst into her room shortly afterwards, arms folded and in distress.

You shook your head, "he didn't even do that cheesy thing where he pretends to help me bowl and is just actually rubbing himself against my back."

"Oh," she frowned, "he sees you as a bro."

You pretended to be okay with him just seeing you as a friend- you had just gotten out of a relationship- but you found it tough to not be bothered by this. You liked being around Taeil beyond the confines of a fraternity Halloween party, but you were beginning to worry about him not feeling the same way.

"Taeil?" you met him after chemistry one day, a routine that became commonplace quickly.

"Hmm?"

"Do you see me as like... just a bro?" you asked, feeling stupid immediately after the words left your mouth. He stopped walking and shot you a confused look you hadn't seen on him before.

You tightened the grip on your backpack, now speaking a mile a minute out of sheer embarrassment, "BecauseMyRoommateSaysThatYouJustSeeMeAsaBroAndThatsFineIfYouDoThatsOkayButIJustWantToBeOnTheSamePage-."

Taeil stopped your word vomit but gently grabbing your face in his hands and dropping a small but affirming kiss against your lips, surprising you before you kissed him back in the now empty university hallway.

"I didn't want to make the first move," he admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, "but, I do want to... potentially...actually explore us as a couple- only if you are."

You giggled, a smile now on your face you swore you lost as you then nodded at the man, "I would like that."

Masterlist

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the shittiest thing is that there isn’t anything wrong with 15x18′s scene [the one thing i wish is that dean could have talked back and answered but i think we know why he didn’t]

bad things can happen to queer characters. the empty deal was set up since season 14 and it’s been dangling over our heads until 15x18 and the longer we went we either thought they forgot about it or we were clowning that destiel would be the thing that made him happy and indeed it was. 

bad things can happen to queer characters if you allow the story to take flight from there. 15x18 wasn’t bury your gays [imo], indeed, technically, cas was taken alive to the empty. he wasn’t killed he was just kidnapped lol. 

the issue wasn’t that the empty deal was fulfilled because again, it happened. it happens.

this show can have very sad moments. the show killed him in the season 12 finale too but we knew he was coming back so it was okay. 

the problem was never 15x18. that scene was beautiful, the immediate aftermath is haunting, and its impact on the fandom and pop culture was felt deeply. sp8, bobo, jackles, misha, they all did a very good job. i can play that scene in my head like it’s on screen in front of me beat for beat. 

the problem was the fact that 1519 and 1520 did literally no follow up. 

****I’m going to state for the record right now, I don’t believe that cas is in heaven so that’s going to take up the bulk of the second half of this so if that spec really upsets you pls don’t continue ;_;

15x18 ended and dean’s ignoring a phone call from sam, who he knows could very much well be in trouble. it was quiet, he was crying, it was sad, we all cried, we were all so happy but also so sad, it was a beautiful tornado of emotions that any writer and actor and director should feel proud of telling. 

the issues came first with 15x19 when you had little emotional follow up. idk who inserted the scenes where it appeared dean was really struggling with what happened but he never explained really what happened to anyone. he didn’t say aaaaanything. he didn’t explain. nothing. 

there was that report from a set watcher that said in their first scene where they try to give themselves up to chuck and he’s talking about bringing cas back that he was really really emotionial, whereas in 1519 it didn’t seem as emotional as we know he can get, and has already gotten before. but that’s more up for debate because we don’t know that person’s parameters for ‘emotional’

but regardless, dean’s emotional state in 1519 didn’t linger too much on 1518. i feel like you can feel jackles struggling to try and demonstrate that where he could but what also sucks is that he’s not in charge of what takes they use. 

the last time we hear dean say cas’ name is when he gets that phone call and it’s lucifer — some more queer coding and the last bit of it we see for the rest of the show. 

and after that, literally, i’m serious — like go back and watch the episodes if you don’t believe me — dean never says cas’ name again after that. 

so already out of the gate, a man who, through our own past witnessing of his emotional state after cas has gone, should be really just completely frozen. maybe not completely, only bc you’d imagine he’d draw on that inner emotionality and help use it as a tool, and we do get ‘that’s not who i am’ or whatever but there’s still no....impact. 

1519 muffled the emotional impact of 1518. 

1520 shoved it in the ground and covered it with 8 feet of cement. 

1520 has a whole host of issues which like — conspiracy after conspiracy as to what happened exists but the fact remains is i do believe them when they say the final script post-covid wasn’t all too far from the original pre-covid. i know there were reports from 2020 vegas con that one of the actors, i think kim or bri, said they were still working on fine tuning the script — but regardless — i don’t think it was ever going to be too far off. 

my complicated emotions on 1520 range from genius episode to oh my god what the fuck episode — but the fact of the matter is we were likely never going to see cas again. 

sam mentions him in a group with others, bobby mentions him as an after thought etc etc. the worst thing is that we were likely never going to see cas on screen again because if you did you’d have to put him on the same screen with dean and if that happened the people would want an answer to 1518 straight up

so we replace him with jimmy instead and what likely would have been our last glimpse at a good queercoding, the last strong punch to dean’s 15 mile deep glass ceiling they have on top of him. jimmy was supposed to be dressed like cas, and they were supposed to talk. dean’s reaction to seeing him was supposed to initially be emotional before he realized it wasn’t cas. 

but even that wouldn’t have helped 1518 because we still wouldn’t have seen cas. 

they never explain how cas ‘helped’ rebuild heaven, how he got out of the empty only two episodes after he got in there, why he doesn’t show his face [which i feel like would have been even more ‘wtf??’ when we saw jimmy but not cas], etc etc. since we didn’t see him on screen, and never was going to see him on screen, i did not believe he was in heaven at all.

all this unspoken dialogue and scenes explaining to us literally, — as dean and sam hunt monsters who literally rip the tongues out of people and dean gets first pied in the face [with a laughing robert singer behind him] and is stabbed in the back and killed — that the lack of emotional response and feedback and story post 1518 was a deeper issue behind the scenes with the creatives. 

the problem wasn’t 1518, cas being taken by the empty as part of his deal, etc etc. 

the problem was there was no emotional follow up, no contemplating, no empty rescue, no more dean and cas on screen together, etc etc etc. 

[which, as part of the meta conspiracy — 1502 cas tells dean ‘we are (real)’ and now they’re not on the screen anymore by the end together soooooo was....any of that real?]

but regardless, spec, meta, and whatever aside

the problem was never 1518. 1518 is at the good kids table. the problem was, and forever will be, the episodes that came right after and didn’t do anything with that incredibly emotional and impactful scene. 

#so it's not bury your gays #gays can die gays can get hell deals made and bad things can happen to gay charactres #the problem is what do you do with that? #and buckleming and singer and tobe fair i have to say dabb #dropped the ball on that one #and it's not misha's fault and it's ridiculous 1) producers would make him 'defend cas' death' and 2) #stupid that the fandom would blame him for it too and be up in his mentions being pissy #i'm sorry #long post #salt #1518 #mc #spn cast

[aurirorii]

my carat journey ♡︎

sypnosis: (im sure the title makes this self-explanatory but) in which i tell you all about my first impressions and journeys as a carat. (i like summed it all up so its super short)

a/n: i havent been a carat for tooooo long but nonetheless it makes me feel pretty happy to see ive come as a carat as well as how the group themselves have grown over the years c:

how did it start.. oh right. when i first came around seventeen or seen something about them it was actually back in may of 2021 from a clip i saw on youtube i saw of them on knowing brothers. this clip was when the mcs of the show were trying to guess all of the members’ names and it was the8’s turn.

i remember watching minghao doing that flip or wtv (sorry i dont remember what its called lol) n after he was all cool and stuff. and lowk i was like ‘oooooo.. hes kinda cute’ hehe. and honestly that was kinda it.

you see, it was in 2018 i was actually a k-pop stan yk during the prime era of kpop. obviously over the next 2-4 years i had lost focus. but, when i came back, that video was one of the many i had watched on youtube about kpop. and when i came back, i became a skz fan. i remember felix was my ult bias and that was that.

but that was until i came across an episode of going seventeen. pretty infamous right? god, i remember watching that episode when they were planting rice (ver-paddy) and i was hooked. i had never laughed so much, it was like my spark had come back. i say that because when i re-entered the kpop fandom, i wasn’t at the highest point of my life. so laughing that much over one video on youtube made me so happy. that was when i knew that i needed to find out who this group was and where i can watch more episodes.

that was when i realized that the group i was watching was seventeen: the group with that one cute guy with gray hair and glasses (the8)! also when i realized that vernon was in seventeen (i knew and recognized vernon bc if his cover with jeongyeon, do i need to keep explaining? i didn’t think so).

although, when i started looking into the members, one caught my eye and it was safe to say it was not the8. it was LA boy hong joshua. idk what it was really but i thought he looked so idk— beautiful. so thats what it was for me. i started stanning the group and having joshua as my new ult bias in june 2022. sadly, over time, my interest in skz started to decline. it wasn’t that skz wasn’t great, they are, y’know how it is right?

that was how my journey started. i started listening to their music, getting into going seventeen, binge-watching like all the seventeen related videos i could find on youtube, and most importantly: going through hell trying to learn all of the members.

oh. my. god. hey, you know, it took some time, but i got there! (i always messed up woozi and hoshi) um.. anyways. as time went on, obviously i was able to experience the feeling of waiting to watch their new comebacks and such. and honestly, i don’t mean to be one of those people, but seventeen genuinely brought my spark back. i had, and still, never been so interested in something until them.

around 5-6 months later, it was in novemeber 2022 when i was pretty settled into the group when my thoughts and views started to change. i was starting to focus on new members. i honestly don’t remember at all how this started but jeonghan caught my eye. and i was hooked.

idk.. hes js so.. im sure u know what i mean!!! i mean who wouldn’t? like, have you seen jeonghan? oh lordy lord. he was so beautiful yet fine yet cute yet literally all of the above. i sound like one of those crazy fans. PLEASE GUYS I PROMISE IM NOT LIKE THAY JUST HEAR ME OUT A TINY BIT. let a girl be delulu PLS. ok now im gonna continue being delulu for a sec thanks.

i do admit i still fangirl a bit over him, just a teensy bit!!!!! (i fucking watch edits on tiktok HELP ME I HAVE A SAVED COLLECTION IN MY FAVORITES ermmmm i js want to be organized!!!! …..) please guys im just a girl.

uh. yeah! but in all seriousness, i’m so happy that i was able to come across such an amazing group. time has passed so much and it’s crazy for me to understand that i’ve been already been a carat for almost 2 years. (pls help me ive watched like every gose episode and inside seventeen episode like 50 million times each, but honestly i’ll never get tired of it).

i’m so proud of seventeen after everything they’ve gone through. watching them win their first daesang made me feel so happy for them, they absolutely deserve it. from practicing together in a small, green walled room to selling out almost all of their shows and stages they perform on, seventeen has grown so much as not just a group but individually.

i just know that if seventeen’s predebut self saw their lives now their joy would just be through the roof. as one of the most looked-upon sunbaenims in their industry, i’m sure most people can agree seventeen tops their line of style when making music.

and i’m also so glad i decided to be a carat. i love the fandom, like i can be on tiktok for hours just laughing watching carats post the funniest memes and compilations as well as making the stupidest tweets. i can very much vouch carats are one of the most funniest, supportive fandoms out there.

so yeah, that’s about it!

#seventeen #svt #choi seungcheol #scoups #yoon jeonghan #hong jisoo #joshua hong #wen junhui #moon junhui #jeon wonwoo #lee jihoon #woozi #kwon soonyoung #hoshi #lee seokmin #dokyeom #dk #kim mingyu #xu minghao #the8 #boo seungkwan #hansol vernon chwe #vernon chwe #lee chan #dino svt

[arecaceae175]

HI I just wanna say I love Authenticity so much I’ve read it at least twice now and I’m sure to be going back for another reread at some point pls keep up the good work

AAHHHHHH this makes me so happy, thank you so so so much. I'm so glad you enjoy the fic!!!! <33333333333

Have a short chapter :) (742 words, hurt/comfort with mostly comfort)

EDIT: lol I just realized your username has sleepy in it. That is pure coincidence bc I had this chapter idea before you left this message XD

Summary: Wild needs more sleep than the others. Twilight comes up with an accommodation to help.

“I’m heading to town to restock. Anyone want to join?” Twilight asked. 

Wild perked up. “I’m running low on a few ingredients. Can you pick them up for me? I’ll write a list.”

“Sure, cub. You don’t want to come? I might not get the right thing,” Twilight said. 

Wild shook his head as he pulled out some paper and scrolled through his slate to check his stocks. “No. I’ve had a few night watches this week so going into town would not end well.” 

Wild finished making his list and handed it to Twilight. Twilight was looking at him with a strange expression Wild couldn’t make out.

“What?” Wild asked. 

Twilight shook his head and focused on the list. “Nothing. None of this looks like it will be hard to find. Should be no problem,” Twilight said. 

“Thanks,” Wild said. 

“I’ll come!” Sky said. 

“Me too!” Wind said as he jumped up to join.

“Stay safe,” Time said as the trio collected their things and headed out of camp.

~ ~ ~ ▲ ~ ~ ~

Twilight correctly chose everything on the list. Wild was very pleased, and he cooked one of Twilight’s favorite meals as a thank you. 

Later that night, as the chain was relaxing before sleep, Twilight came up to Wild and joined him beneath the nice tree Wild chose to sit beneath. The trunk was big enough that Wild and Twilight could both comfortably lean against it. 

“Hi,” Wild said in greeting. 

“Hey, cub. I was thinking about what you said earlier. What did you mean that going into town wouldn’t end well? Was it because you were on night watch this week?”

“Yeah, it was. I can’t handle things as well when I have night watch. I noticed the pattern,” Wild explained. 

“How long have you noticed that?” Twilight asked. 

Wild pulled the cube from Four out of his pocket as he chose the words for his response. 

“Um, pretty much at the beginning of traveling together,” Wild said. “Zelda always makes sure I sleep enough because she said she’s noticed it before, too. I have really bad days when I don’t sleep enough.”

“Cub, why didn’t you say anything? If it’s causing you harm, you shouldn’t be doing them,” Twilight said. Wild glanced at Twilight and saw he had a frown on his face. Wild didn’t want to be the reason Twilight was sad. 

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. I just have to plan for it and make sure I don’t do anything extra on those weeks. No one likes being on night watch,” Wild said. 

“There’s a difference between what you’re talking about and being a little extra tired. None of us have bad days quite the same as you do,” Twilight explained. 

Wild felt his face flush red. He didn’t like it when others noticed his shortcomings. Wild ducked his head and tried to figure out how to respond. 

“Wait, I didn’t mean it like that,” Twilight said. He put his hand in the grass in Wild’s line of sight to get his attention. 

“If getting less sleep from night watch makes it harder for you to get through the day, you don’t need to do them. It isn’t a problem for me, or most of the others. I guess we don’t need as much sleep as you do. It’s an easy fix to make things easier for you,” Twilight said.

“Wouldn’t that be unfair to everyone else?” Wild asked. 

“No,” Twilight said immediately. “Definitely not. I know everyone will be happy to help you feel better.”

“Are you sure?” Wild asked, twirling the cube between his fingers. 

“Positive,” Twilight said. “If you’re unsure about it, I can talk to Time for you before we tell any of the others.”

Logically, he knew Twilight was right. This was a good thing, and the others would see it that way too. Wild wasn’t used to people being so accommodating for him;  was still working on being comfortable with his differences. 

Wild nodded his agreement with the plan. 

“Good!” Twilight said. “I’ll talk to Time tonight.”

“Okay,” Wild said. He was about to go back to his book when Twilight cleared his throat. 

“Wild? If there’s anything else that we can do to help you, can you tell me about it? Whenever it comes up. I like being able to help,” Twilight said. 

“I can do that,” Wild agreed with a smile. He felt very lucky to have such amazing friends.

#ace writes #authenticity #this literally made my week #every time I get a comment on or a message about authenticity it makes me SO happy #linked universe #lu wild #lu twilight #this chapter isn't the most polished thing ever but I wanted to get it out for you for this message before too long <333333333 #I hope you enjoy!!! #ace's asks #authenticity ask

[dekusleftsock]

My favorite thing is putting like, poor hc’s on ochako to make her a more relatable poor person lol.

Like helping out your parents is great! Going into a field for the money and feeling that poor person guilt that you aren’t actually in it bc you’re super passionate about it is super relatable. Been there, totally re-thinking my dreams and stuff bc of the idea of just wanting stability, for me and my parents.

But its again another stray plot line that could’ve been used and horikoshi didn’t? Maybe its bc I’m American and my idea of “poor/working class” is different than Japan but I wanna RELATE TO HER! In that way! Classism is only represented well in a few pieces of media (helluva boss/hazbin hotel is an example off the top of my head) and while its not like, the entire theme of mha, CLASSISM IS INHERENTLY APART OF THE CRIME/PRISON SYSTEM! Like you can’t make something about discrimination and not talk about classism. Intersectionality and all that junk. It would’ve been great if there was even a REMOTE place of “otherness” in Ochakos character due to coming from a poor family. BUT THERE ISNT AND THE ONLY MOMENTS I CAN THINK OF ARE WHEN SHES EXPLAINING WHY SHE WANTS TO BE A HERO OR WHEN THEY MOVED INTO THE DORMS!

Like she could’ve been some sort of opening for the classism throughout the prison system and how villains become villains. IT COULDVE BEEN APART OF HER PLOT THAT SHE HAS AN EASIER TIME LATER ON SYMPATHIZING WITH VILLAINS AND THE GENERAL POPULATION BC SHE COMES FROM A WORKING CLASS BACKGROUND >:(

Anyway, ochako was surprised to find pretty much only name brand foods when she moved into the dorms <3

She’s had the same clothing since her first year of junior high

She didn’t actually feed her dog any store bought dog food, it was whatever scraps were left of dinner and rice, maybe an egg

She’s great at baking bread with homemade starter and the entire dorm begs her to do it

She makes “bullshit” meals out of whatever is in left in the dorms when no one wants to go grocery shopping and also has no clue what to cook. She magically pulls out food that no one else seems to find

She can substitute most anything in cooking, and knows how to shop for the best prices

Pls leave more my fellow poor people, she’s our icon

#poor #classism #class 1 a #class 1a #ochako uraraka #bnha ochaco uraraka #uraraka #ochako #ochaco #shes my little guy she can do no wrong #I love pink characters <333 #pink my beloved

[maiverie]

help I’m so impatient I didn’t even let you reply nor tag me 😭😭 byeee I’m so sorry

yeah that guy was pretty rude to me back in the beginning of middle school so I don’t think I’ll be ever replying to him cause I don’t wanna be turned into like a rebound or smt cause he was and still is quite popular in hs

but I think these days I’ve been up omg how do you explain this/ self love maybe? Lol it’s weird but just doing things that would enjoy myself like I think I’m gonna decorate the wall on my room soon with these decals that I got and my enha poster

also 🧀 anon is very cool and cute if you ever see this ‼️

Ne ways chị mai,, I hope you’ll keep doing well !! and I’m here if you need anything (sorry for that ramble omg)

(ur literally my favorite writer and chị too) don’t tell anyone that

but ly <33

HAJDJAA WTF NO PLS DONT APOLOGISE I LEGIT FORGOT TO REPLY AND IT GOT BURIED 😭😭😭😭 MY FAULT ☹️💞

oh wtf HE WAS RUDE?? the way they always come crawling back 🤭🤭 BUT FR STAY AWAY FROM WEIRDOS CHAE KEEP UR PEACE PLS ‼️‼️

wait self love era I LOVE THAT??? 😭💖 no cause that’s my fave thing ever 🥹 pls feel free to send me pics of ur new wall collage when it’s done hehe ID LOVE TO SEE ITTTT aaa i’ve been meaning to renovate my room asw😭

NO PLS RAMBLE ANYTIME AND AAA WTF you’re my fave em too pls tell everyone

ilyily glad to hear you’re doing well 💖💖💖🥹

#ask #@ : tnyhees ♡

[noctumbra]

𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥

summary ─ you took a deep breath and opened your mouth to answer him when the idea struck you. his offer.

pairing ─ bestfriend!bucky barnes x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, bucky is also the reader’s roommate, kissing, oral sex, making out, beard burn, dirty talk, sexy pictures, lingerie shopping with bucky, cam sex, OF accounts lol, friends-to-lovers, mutual pining, i don’t know shit about creating sexy content jsyk lmao, very light choking

a/n ─ inspired by this ask! spider nonnie had blessed us with this great idea. edits and yellings happened and here i am lmao thank you @nix-akimbo​ for the edits, i drooled and screamed and had to change my panties:) hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youu!! (pictures i used for bucky are edits from, again, @nix-akimbo​ <3 

p.s.: so sorry for the delay! enjoy 5.2k words of filth! pls let me know what you think

It was sort of an off day for both you and Bucky. After having to deal with all the exams and applying to colleges, today was a calm and relaxing day for you. Bucky offered to go somewhere where you could both just be outside and have a change of scenery after holing up in your rooms or dragging yourselves from one class to another. You agreed easily.

His choice was Central Park; he was claiming that some green and soil under your palms might do you good, and you couldn’t see why not. With a small picnic bag kind of thing, you went to Central Park and sat down on the thing sheet you brought from home. It was very nice out; the sun was smiling down at you people and there was a soft breeze. You could hear birds chirping, kids playing and dogs barking. It was peaceful.

“God,” you heard Bucky groan. “I could say ‘fuck it’ to going to college thing and live out here forever.” You chuckled.

“I don’t think you’d like out here very much in winter,” you said as you grabbed a strawberry and handed it to him. With a soft hum, Bucky took it. “Though I wouldn’t say no to the ‘fuck it’ part.”

Bucky frowned. “What? Why?” You sighed. It had been troubling you for some time now, and even though your parents said that they would be supporting you, you still didn’t like the idea of making them pay for your schooling.

“College is expensive as fuck, James,” you grunted quietly. “It’s expensive which means that I have to get a loan, and it’s gonna be a huge problem when I graduate.” Sighing again, you bit into the strawberry in your hand aggressively. Bucky didn’t say anything, opting to stay silent, you continued after swallowing the juicy fruit you just bit.

“I mean,” you started. “I’ll probably apply to some of the scholarships, but I doubt that I’ll get one. M’parents said they’ll help me, but I don’t wanna be a burden.” You watched Bucky changing his position. Your mind was racing to find some brilliant idea that was going to help you get through this money issue. Scholarships were very hard to get, you could work ─ it was more likely to be happen anyway ─ or you could just let your parents crush under your college bill. You snorted when a thought struck you, causing Bucky to give you a confused look. “I might start an OnlyFans account. Seems like it’s the only way to earn some real money to get through college properly.” Bucky grimaced for a second, and then his face got thoughtful. When he looked back at you, he started snickering.

“Okay,” he agreed, grinning. “But promise me that if you ever want to create content with someone, it’s gonna be me, alright?” You chuckled. You knew that Bucky had a crush on you during your first year in high school, but he was over it now was what he said a year ago.

“You just want to have an excuse to kiss and feel me up, Barnes,” you said playfully. Bucky shot you a cocky smirk, causing you to laugh.

“Joke aside, I mean it,” he said after your laughter died down. “Those kinds of things are dangerous if you don’t know your partner. So, I’m offering myself. You know me.” You nodded slowly. Deep down, you knew he was right.

“Yeah, well,” you murmured. “I’ll let you know if I ever decide to do such thing.” Bucky shrugged.

“You have my number, honey,” he said, giving you a soft smile. He had a dreamy expression on his face.  You ignored the butterflies in your stomach that the pet name provided and pushed him back from his shoulder. He went down with a yelp.

“Stop thinking about me naked,” you grumbled. Bucky laughed.

It was a nice day.

Looking back, you probably should have taken him up on his offer. This year was your last in college, graduation was crawling close with every breath you took, and the closer you get to your graduation day, the more stressful your days were becoming. You were drowning in your loans, your rent and your share of bills were waiting for you to pay, your job at the library was on a shaky boat…

It was totally pure luck that you and Bucky were in the same college and decided to be roommates because dorms were too crowded and loud. He was understandable about your money issues, he didn’t have any problems with it since his family was actually rich. It was very nice of him not to force you to pay your part although it didn’t stop you feeling guilty about it.

“Earth to Y/N,” you heard a deep voice and jumped on your seat. Bucky was looking at you with a small smile, worry was waiting to take over his face around the edges. “You alright, honey?” You hummed approvingly, nodding at the same time.

“Just thinking,” you said, closing the book you’ve been trying to read for an hour now. “Got lost in my head.” Bucky didn’t say anything but continued to watch you. The worry was slowly taking over his face. “I’m fine, Bucky, really.”

“Look,” he started, “I’ve known you nearly for nine years now, so I know when something isn’t alright. What is it?” You sighed. You hated bothering him with your money issues because you knew that he was just going to offer to pay everything himself, and just let you be his roommate without having to pay anything ever again. You couldn’t have that. You also knew that he wasn’t going to let you go if you didn’t tell him what had been going around in your head.

You took a deep breath and opened your mouth to answer him when the idea struck you.

His offer.

You looked at him. The corners of your lips were curling upwards slowly as the expression on his face got more confused and worried.

“Why are you looking at me like you are about to kill me?” He asked, tentatively taking a few steps back. You grinned. You probably looked like a psychopath right now, but if he was still up to it, this thing was going to help you a lot.

“Do you remember the conversation we had in Central Park while we were still in high school? It was a week after the applications,” you explained. He frowned for a second.

“We had a lot of conversations that day, honey, be more specific,” he said, and you nodded. He was right. You’ve stayed there for hours and talked about thousands of things.

“We were talking about how expensive the college is and I said I might start an OnlyFans account? You made me promise that I’ll come to you if I ever wanted to create content with someone. Remember now?” You watched his eyes grow wide with a smirk.

“Um,” he stammered. “Look, I’m definitely on board with that, but I want you to know that I can cover you if you want, alright? Like, y-you don’t have to post pictures or videos of your body just to pay rent, I can handle it, okay?” Your smirk turned into a soft, fond smile.

“I know, James,” you murmured softly, “Thank you.” Then, you stood up from your seat and walked up to him. Your fingers trailed over the sharp cut of his jawline, nails scratching his scruff. “Even though the main reason of why I wanna do this is paying my share of rent and bills, but I won’t say no to get laid. God knows I need it,” you scoffed at yourself. “So, are you going to help me, James?” You looked at him through your lashes. You could see that his eyes darkening and feel his jaw twitching.

“You really want it to be me?” He asked. You nodded. Other than casual hook-ups, both of you were single, and you lived in the same apartment so, it was supposed to work perfectly. Bucky’s eyes darkened more like it was possible and stepped forward to press his body against yours. “We gotta set some rules,” he said as he brushed your hair back gently. You shivered. You’ve been this close before, he shouldn’t have been affecting you this much, but fuck him, he was.

“Okay,” you whispered. He smiled and leaned in just a little bit so that your lips would brush against each other. You gasped softly.

“Yeah, I know what you need, honey,” he whispered, and then smiled. Pulling back, he gave you a smirk. “Gotta go, but we’ll talk about the rules tonight,” he said and in ten seconds, he was out.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you let your body fall back onto the plush couch. Suddenly, you weren’t so sure about the whole thing because you knew he was going to ruin you for all the other men. “I’m fucked,” you whined.

Royally, you added in your mind and whined a bit more.

──

It was a week later when you decided to start.

Like he said, you talked about all the rules and things about what to do and avoid, and then you set up an account. Bucky went and bought a camera just for this purpose, and when you complained about it, he promised to use it for other purposes, too. After everything was ready, he took you out for a lingerie shopping.

“You’re already sexy as hell, honey,” he had said, “but we gotta make you look even sexier. I have an eye, y’know it, so I’m gonna help.”

Now, you were in a red colored lacy number with garter belt and fishnet stockings adorning your legs. You had shiny leather gloves that went up to your mid-upper arms. You decided to forego the shoes, and Bucky agreed. When you were done with putting on everything Bucky bought for you, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You looked fucking sexy.

“You ready?” You heard Bucky ask and took a deep breath. You couldn’t help but feel nervous because Bucky was about to see you in a fucking sexy lingerie. He was about to your ass in its all glory since you were wearing a thong. “Y/N?”

You got out of the bathroom before you could convince yourself to give up the whole OnlyFans idea, and honestly? The look on Bucky’s face made it damn worth it that you didn’t back out.

He straightened up from where he was sitting on the edge of your bed. His eyes went dark quickly. His face darkened, and you saw his lips parting before his tongue peeked out to lick his lips very invitingly. His now-almost-black eyes moved down and up and down again on your body, and he took a deep breath.

“Motherfuck, Y/N, you look so fucking sexy,” he grunted, it was actually very close to a groan, your brain noted. Bucky took another deep breath and held his hand out to you. “C’mere, baby,” he whispered. Shivering lightly, you walked up to him, taking his hand. His fingers wound into yours immediately, squeezing just a little, and he pulled you forward.

With a gasp, you fell onto his lap, arms wound up around his neck and his arms around your waist. His body was so warm, so solid and big under you, you felt like you were very close to fainting.

“Damn,” he whispered, “You were already beautiful, and now in this thing? Fuck me, you have no idea how gorgeous you look, love.” You whimpered just a little, scooting a bit forward on his lap, plastering your own chest to his. His white, wifebeater was only providing you a nice view of his bulging biceps and giving you a little peek of his pecs. His sweatpants, however, they were doing very little to hide… things.

“James…” You breathed. Bucky cursed under his breath and pulled back just for a second to reach behind you. You knew he started the recording, you knew that there would be a little red light blinking at you; you shivered. This was so unlike you, but you wanted to it. Wanted to do it with Bucky.

“Ready, love?” He whispered, and you nodded. “You know what to do if you wanna stop or take a breather, right?” You nodded again. “Tell me your safeword, sweetheart.”

God, you thought, he’s laying it thick on pet names. “Winter,” you whispered. He placed a kiss on the tip of your nose, making you chuckle lightly.

“Good girl, honey,” he whispered and it was fucking on.

He leaped forward to catch your lips with his, moaning loudly in relief when the soft skin of his lips touched yours, you arched into it. His hands were roaming all over your body, nails dragging lines and making you shiver, while his hands were occasionally grabbing your ass and slapping it lightly. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his tongue licking on your bottom lip, and you felt it slip inside when you gasped.

Bucky already had you putty in his hands, you realized, and you wondered what you were going to be in when he was done with you.

“Alright,” he said with a low voice. He gathered you up in his arms and stood, turning around, he placed you in the middle of your bed. “I’m gonna take some pictures, that okay baby?” You nodded, teeth already digging into your bottom lip. Bucky watched your face a couple seconds; his thumb saving your bottom lip from the abuse of your teeth and he stroked it slowly. You poked your tongue out to lick his thumb, and then closed your lips around the digit. “Shit,” he cursed. “Pictures,” he grunted as he pulled his finger out of your mouth. You giggled.

He grabbed his phone that was sitting on your bedside drawer. He did a quick work on opening his camera app and looked at you. “Turn around. Lemme see that peach, hm?” You felt heat licking all over your body as you gasped. Slowly turning around, you pulled your knees under you as you stretched your arms forward to grab the headboard. This position gave your back a beautiful arch, you knew it.

“Goddamn,” he whispered as he moved himself around to get a good light for the picture, and you heard the soft ‘click’ sound a few seconds later. You looked at him over your shoulder, lifting your head just a little. You heard another ‘click’. Smirking, also feeling that you were gaining some sort of self-confidence, you placed your knees apart from each other on the bed, spreading them widely.

“God-fucking-damn, sweetheart,” Bucky groaned. He shuffled and pressed ‘click’ a couple times. You buried your head in the bed and deepened arch of your back, wiggling your ass playfully. Bucky hummed. He reached out to grab one of your cheeks, to dig his fingers into the soft flesh, and you gasped with the sudden touch. Click. Bucky hummed again and slapped your ass lightly. You moaned, pressing against the touch of his large and warm hand, you lay down on your chest.

Bucky trailed one finger down from your crack to your pussy. “Soaking it already?” He asked, voice low and hoarse. Lust, your brain realized, making you moan. Bucky rubbed you there with his thumb, over the soft fabric, and his other fingers dug themselves into the meat of your ass. “On your front,” he said, slapping your ass again. Swallowing a whimper, you did as he said.

“You look so fucking beautiful,” he whispered. You hummed and arched your back again, giving him a nice view of your chest. Click, click, click. Smiling, you lifted yourself up on your elbows. You could see that your effects for the pictures did not go waste: Bucky was hard and tenting his sweatpants. You lifted one of your legs in the air and pressed the sole of your feet to his stomach, right over his abs. You saw his cock twitching under the fabric, and your smile turned into a smirk.

“Drop the phone,” you whispered as you maneuvered yourself onto your knees, still facing him but also facing to the bulge in his sweatpants. Bucky did as you said and put the phone on the ground. “Lemme see you?” You asked next while pulling your gloves off. Bucky nodded and pulled his wifebeater off in a second.

He was a fucking god.

His beautifully tanned and smooth skin and taut muscles were blinking at you cheekily. You could see a faint happy trail leading to his cock. His arms were a bulging muscles and veins mess, and you wanted to trace those veins with your tongue.

Instead, you leaned forward and nosed his happy trail. His low groan and cursing were deaf to your ears because all you were focused on was the bulge that was touching your chin. You shuffled a bit forward and pulled his sweatpants down to his mid-thighs, making his cock slap against his stomach.

Thank fuck for Bucky Barnes and his love for going commando.

You’ve watched his dick swinging so many times when both of you were home. You’ve seen his dick both erect and flaccid through the thin fabric of his sweatpants. Finally, you were seeing it naked and all in display for you to play.

“Love,” Bucky whispered as he brushed a strand of hair away from your face. He sounded turned on. Good, you thought and grabbed his cock. Nosing right under his cock head, you inhaled the natural musk smell coming off of him. You were so goddamn wet just by smelling him, you knew deep into your fucking bones that you were ruined for all the other men already.

Tongue poking out, you licked him clean with slow, kitten licks. Bucky cursed. He couldn’t tear his eyes off you; he watched you as you wrapped your beautiful lips around his cock, watched your tongue licking him from root to top.

Bucky was going fucking crazy.

“Y/N, holy shit,” he moaned when you took him in your mouth. His eyes closed briefly as he tossed his head back with the pleasure. You hummed and bobbed your head up and down. He felt so nice, so thick and full in your mouth; you never wanted to let him go. Bucky grunted when you swallowed around him. He was already so damn close, it was embarrassing.

“Baby,” he said. “I’ll come if you continue to do that again.” You made a soft sound. You wanted him to come in your mouth, but there was this whole video thing to go through, so you pulled off. Bucky, always good at reading you, stroked your cheek. “Some other time I’ll let you have it in your mouth, alright?” You nodded. He smiled. “Move up,” he commanded, inclining his head towards the bed. You scrambled to follow his order. You spread your legs as soon as you were in a comfy position.

“I could eat you up…” He whispered. He crawled towards you on his knees, sweatpants ditched already and he was naked. He looked up at you, his dark eyes boring into yours intimately. Bucky nosed your clothed core. “Maybe I should…”

Whimpering, you wiggled slightly. He chuckled. It was a dark sound that sent chills down your spine. He grabbed your legs and threw them over his shoulder. Laying down on his stomach, he licked a fat line over the fabric.

“James!” You cried out. He rubbed his scruff covered jaw all over your inner thighs. His fingers grabbed the hem of your panties and he pulled them down, ripping them under the fishnet stockings and he threw them somewhere in the room. You gasped at the strength show. You could feel yourself getting even wetter. “Fuck,” you whispered. Bucky smirked. His tongue poked out to lick you clean.

It took you a second to realize that he was mimicking your ministrations on you. You let out a laugh which turned into a moan as the tip of his tongue nudged your clit. Arching your back, you grabbed his long hair. You knew he was good with his mouth; no mouth like his could be bad, anyhow.

“God, James,” you whispered harshly. He licked, licked, sucked and licked again, and you were going crazy. His beard was rubbing all over the slick and soft flesh, irritating the skin there. You were loving the fact that you were going to have some nice beard burn tomorrow.

Bucky slurped, licked you clean and flicked his tongue against your clit one last time before he pulled back. As much as he wanted you to come on his face, he wanted your first orgasm to happen on his dick.

You whined as he pulled back but purred in satisfaction when he laid on you, caging you under his big and muscle-y body. He was making you feel small and precious and honestly, you loved that feeling. It felt even better when it was Bucky.

“Lemme see them, yeah?” He whispered as he slowly peeled your bra off. Throwing it somewhere when it came off, Bucky didn’t waste any time to latch on to one of your nipples.

“Fuck!” You yelped at the sudden warmth around the delicate flesh, back bowing and chest pushing against his face even more with the new position. He flicked his tongue around, sucked and you felt his teeth nipping the flesh lightly. One of his hands was grabbing your other breast, fingers rolling the nipple. “Jaaames!” You whined, your fingers were still wound up tight in his hair. He hummed and pulled back with a pop.

“Fine,” he grumbled, turning your world upside down in a blink.

With a gasp, you were flipped around and were put on your stomach with your hips tilted up. Bucky’s knees were right outside of your thighs while your legs were as spread wide as they could. You could feel his hard cock right against your wet pussy, and you couldn’t help but moan and wiggle your ass a bit. Bucky groaned. His hips moved against yours, cock dragging up and down on your pussy as he reached for a condom. Both of you were clean and you were on pill, but he still wanted to make sure that you were not to get pregnant.

Bucky placed his hands on your waist and slowly moved them up and wound on of them in your hair. He made a fist, pulling them tightly to the side to expose your neck. You gasped and whimpered.

“Ready, baby?” He asked. You nodded. “You sure? Y’alright?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. “Yeah, ‘m fine, please.” Wiggling your ass against his cock, you moaned lightly. Bucky cooed at you softly, his free hand roaming all over your back in a soothing move. His fingers dipped into the holes of the stockings, ripping them just a little to make some room, and then he dipped his fingers inside of you. You cried out. Immediately clenching around the long and thick digits, you moaned.

“Fuck, Y/N,” Bucky cursed. “Tight as a fucking virgin, shit.” You hummed and canted your hips against him, practically riding his fingers. He made a sound of approval, removed his fingers and lined his cock up.

“Yes,” you moaned. “Yes, gimme!”

“Alright, love, don’t worry. I’mma give you what you need.” Swearing once again, Bucky slid inside of you with one slow thrust.

You screamed. Your back arched, hips tilted even higher and you clenched around his hard cock. Bucky cursed. His fingers were grabbing your hair tighter, almost making your scalp hurt, but you were loving the sting. You moaned and hummed as he started to thrust in and out. His pace was careful and slow, and remained like that until he deemed that you adjusted his length and width.

“God, shit, James,” you moaned. “You feel so good in me, so big…” Eyes closed, you threw your head back. Bucky responded your moan with his own. Just like you said, you felt so damn good around him. It felt like his cock was being wrapped tightly with hot silk. “Faster?” You asked, looking at him over your shoulder with wide eyes.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he let go of your hair and placed both hands on your hips for support. His hips fastened their pace. His balls, full to the brim, were swinging back and forth, occasionally slapping against your slicked covered skin. You were so wet that every movement of Bucky’s cock in you was making an obscene squelching sound. You could feel your thighs getting wetter with Bucky’s each thrust.

“James,” you whispered. “Fuck, James, ‘m close.” Your harsh whisper reached to his ear between the loud thrusts of his hips, and he grabbed you by the waist and throat to pull you up. You made a sobbing sound as the changed position made his cock drove in you even deeper. You loved the feeling of having him deep.  

Bucky hugged you close to his chest; one of his arms was around your waist while the other was winding under your right arm, his right hand was loosely wrapped around your throat. You found the loose hand on your throat surprisingly grounding, and you sighed. Your hips flushed against his, you looked like you were sitting on his thighs in this position.

“Come whenever you wanna, love,” he whispered in your ear and placed a kiss on your cheek. The arm around your waist shifted on your hip, and he resumed his thrusts.

Having him way deeper was going to push you off the edge quicker than before, you could feel it. The tension in your belly was coiling with every single thrusts of his, your clit throbbing and your walls clenching around him; you were right there.

You sobbed. Your hands scrambled to grab any part of him; one of them wound up in his hair while the other grabbed the back of his thigh. “Yes,” you whimpered. “There!” You moaned when a little shift in his thrust lightened something up in you. “Fuck, ‘m─” Gasping, you swallowed the sob down. Your legs were trembling, pussy and stomach visibly clenching, you felt your nipples tighten up almost painfully.

“Oh fuck,” Bucky moaned loudly. His long hair was obscuring his face just a little bit, the ends of it tickling your shoulders. His scruff was rubbing against your neck, you could feel his happy trail against your ass, and with all these heightened senses you couldn’t hold onto your orgasm any longer.

You came on Bucky’s cock with a scream got trapped in your throat suddenly. Mouth wide open with a silent scream, your body convulsed and trembled against Bucky’s. If it weren’t his arms holding you upright against his chest, you would have collapsed face-first down on the bed, you knew it.

The spectacular fog of orgasm had covered your mind, making you vaguely aware of Bucky’s jack-rabbit thrusts. He was panting in your ear, hands tightened on your flesh and throat, you could feel his cock twitching in you. You turned your head to him lazily, still drowsy from your orgasm. Your hand on his thigh moved to his cheek to turn his face to yours.

“Come for me,” you whined lightly against his lips. You gave him a chaste kiss on the lips and whispered again. “C’mon, James, come for me.” Kissing him again, this time you bit down on his bottom lip and clenched your pussy around him tighter.

He gasped, his thrusts going mad as he moved his hips one, two, three more times before he stilled. Cock twitching, balls tightening up, he came inside the condom as his body crumpled forward. As he went down on the bed, he took you with him. Never letting you go, he cuddled you against his chest.

Five minutes later, breathing turned back normal, Bucky chuckled. “Goddamn,” he said and you grunted in approval. “You alright? Was I too rough?” You shook your head as you gave him thumbs up. He chuckled again. He rubbed your hips gently as he pulled out of you slowly. You grimaced as he did and watched him disposing the condom. He got off the bed, stopping the recording. “I don’t think this video will ever need an editing, but we’ll see I guess,” he murmured. He walked into the bathroom to grab a cloth to clean you up and himself, and then joined you back in the bed with camera in his hands.

“Shall we watch it before we upload it online?” He asked, brow cocked. You looked at him; his hair was a mess and his lips were red, his body had sweat glistening all over. He looked thoroughly fucked out, and you wanted to see him fucking you while looking like this for… who knows how many minutes. So, you nodded. “Alright,” he murmured and poked around the camera. You settled against his arm, head resting on his meaty shoulder. “Here we go…”

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It was no surprise that watching fifty-six minutes of heavenly sex tape had led you to another round of sex. This time you riding Bucky into oblivion as he dirty talked the shit out of you.

At the very end, you decided to post the pictures first because Bucky was a bit hesitant about posting your very first sex tape online since it was ‘probably amateur’ and ‘you needed to get better a little’. You didn’t buy it, of course.

So, you cornered him only to learn that he didn’t want the video of you having sex with him the first time to be all over the internet, he wanted to keep it private. It was a very touching thought.

It only took Bucky to a little bit more cornering to admit that his crush on you back high school had never passed.

“Y-you… What?” You asked, feeling dumb. He chuckled nervously. “You have a crush on me ever since high school?” Feeling absolutely dumb, you kissed him on the lips. Bucky let out a confused noise but returned your kiss anyway. “You idiot!” You shrieked.

“What?” Bucky shrieked at you back. You kissed him again.

“I was depressed all those times thinking that you moved on from me!” You said, causing Bucky to freeze for a second. “I thought you moved on and I lost my chance…” You continued but more softly this time.

“Wait,” Bucky pulled back. “You like me back?” You nodded. He looked at you without blinking for a little while. “We are idiots. You’re in this shit with me.” You snorted as he rolled his eyes. But then, he leaned in to give you the softest kiss ever. You sighed happily. “So, are you up for a ‘congrats-you’re-an-idiot-couple’ sex?” He asked, face scrunching adorably.

Laughing, you climbed on his lap again and kissed him passionately as his answer. Bucky just moaned and indulged in it happily.

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feels - albedo x fem!reader

summary: albedo feels things for you that he’s not used to, but you feel them too.

MINORS PLS DNI!!!!! THX

word count: 1.9k

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, grinding, fingering, semi-public sex, virgin!albedo, idk what else tbh

author's note: if there are any issues pls lmk <3 i'm bad at endings lol so i'm sorry about that! i didn't proofread so if any errors pls say so!

days spent on dragonspine tend to drag on longer than others in your opinion. most of your friends would agree, but albedo is an exception to this opinion.

since he isn’t human, he doesn’t feel the cold quite as much as you do. that’s why whenever you mention being cold, he just raises an eyebrow at you as if you’re exaggerating.

you spend a lot of time at the mountain in albedo’s lab, often helping him gather materials or test out different potions and concoctions he creates.

you’d never been very good with creating things in the topic of alchemy, so you had decided to take up the position as his second assistant as well as a tester. sucrose had gotten more busy in mondstadt, which led to him needing more help.

being friends with albedo, you’d applied as quickly as possible. you couldn’t deny the fact that he was attractive to you (and thus caused your want to work with him to be emphasized).

and here you are now, almost a year into this job, shocked because it’s still not nightfall yet after hours of working on what feels like the coldest day of the year. you’re outside, looking in between bushes and trees trying to find different herbs for albedo.

you finally find a handful of the ones that albedo had explained, grinning at the thought of finally being able to go back to the campsite and curl up with a book by the fire. as you start your walk back, you look out towards mondstadt and admire the sunset.

eventually you reach the campsite, noticing albedo staring at a small stack of papers with an annoyed look on his face. his eyes go from the papers to you and a small smirk forms on his lips before disappearing right after.

“hello, y/n. did you get what i asked you for?” he asks softly as you approach him. you nod, setting down the pouch of herbs beside his workspace and showing him which ones you were able to find and telling which ones you weren’t able to find.

“it was a little hard to find a lot of them since so many were near groups of hilichurls and stuff. i really didn’t want to fight with any monsters or treasure hoarders today.” you say, looking up and meeting his eyes.

he nods, “that’s fine. i can go out later to fetch them.”

you notice that he seems a little off, expression more distant than it had been before you left. “is everything okay?” you ask, turning and walking up to the small fire pit and sitting down on one of the chairs.

“yes. i’ve just been dealing with some new thoughts and emotions recently, so i’ve been trying to get to the bottom of what they entail.” he says, and you nod as he speaks.

new emotions and thoughts? that’s interesting. you don’t want to press him for answers, but now you can’t help but wonder what he means by that, sending a questionable gaze in his direction.

you decide to reach over for a book you’ve been reading and pick it up, opening up to the page that you left off on and opting to occupy yourself instead of overthinking about what albedo could possibly be dealing with.

a few minutes go by before you can hear him sigh a few times and eventually approach you, standing in front of you and clearing his throat. you look up at him and raise your eyebrows, waiting for him to say something.

“i am attracted to you. i’ve been reading about human attraction and how different emotions can cause different bodily predicaments to occur, which has been happening to me whenever you’re around.” you look up at him, feeling your face go hot at his words.

you clear your throat. “um, what do you mean by that?”

his hand touches your face, stroking your cheek lightly whilst he smirks. “i think you’re smart enough to know what i’m saying to you.”

you swallow harshly, staring into his eyes as he leans in closer to you. you can feel his breath on your lips as he closes his eyes, hands falling down onto your waist as his nails dig into your skin.

once your lips meet, your lips move erratically against each other’s. his lips are as soft as you’d always imagined they’d be, and he seems more experienced than you would’ve expected. the way his fingers massage into your hips sends you reeling, whimpers escaping from your mouth.

eventually, he lifts you and leads you to a little cot placed near a small fire, pushing your back down into the mattress and kissing you once more. his body is on top of yours, his hips pushing into yours as his tongue finds its way into your mouth.

the feeling of his tongue swiping against your own overwhelms your senses, your panties growing more soaked by the second. little grunts bubble up from your throat when his clothed dick begins grinding harder against you.

his hands eventually move to your breasts and he begins groping them softly, hands eventually unzipping your coat and skillfully sliding if off while your lips stay glued together. his hands go underneath your shirt as he pulls away from your lips for a moment.

“are you okay with going any further?” he asks, voice sounding a lot more deep than usual. you nod quickly and he laughs softly, helping you get undressed until you’re in your bra and panties.

his eyes look over your body as he smirks, a hand reaching out and squeezing at one of your breasts. “you’re beautiful.” he says.

you smile up at him, tugging on his clothes and raising your eyebrows. “i’d like to compliment you too, so take off your clothes.”

minutes later, you’re both kissing again. this time both of you are in your underwear as his teeth nibble at your lips and tug a few times. his hips rut into yours, sending your head back as you gasp into his mouth.

his fingers play with the waistband of your panties before dipping down, his index finger reaching down and toying with your clit softly. you moan into his mouth at his touch, fingers digging into his arms.

his fingers enter you slowly, one after the next as they curl against your g-spot. your eyes are rolled back as he thrusts them fast, thumb brushing against your clit as his tongue swirls against your own.

you can feel your orgasm approaching quickly as you grind your hips against his hand, his lips finally leaving yours as he looks down at you and watches your face closely with a smug smirk on his face.

his face leans down and his free hand pulls one of your tits out from your bra, his lips kissing all over and sucking dark marks into your skin. you breathlessly moan his name out, feeling like you’re on the edge of cumming before his movements become more harsh and quick.

your toes curl as your orgasm washes over you, a moan escaping your lips as his teeth tug on your nipple roughly. his fingers don’t stop moving, your hips pushing back from the overstimulation.

“p-please stop, i’m too sensitive!” you cry out, hearing him chuckle lightly as he removes his fingers from your hole.

he’s quick to pull his cock out of his underwear, stroking the tip up and down your pussy. it hits your clit occasionally, sending you reeling into his touch as you shake from the stimulation.

as he gathers up your slick, he begins putting the tip in. he bites down on his bottom lip as he slowly slides in, and the stretch makes you moan loudly. once he bottoms out, he sighs at the feeling of your walls clenching against him.

his hands reach out for yours as he looks down into your eyes. “are you okay?”

you nod at him, “yes, now please move.” you whisper, feeling your thigh muscles twitching from arousal.

he begins thrusting slowly at first, having never felt this before. his movements aren’t as awkward as you would’ve expected, hands gripping onto your hips while he gets used to moving around.

once he starts going harder your moans become louder, feeling his tip hit your sweet spot repeatedly. your fingers grip onto his shoulders, trying to give your body some leverage against his movements.

despite his fast movements, you can’t help but crave more. you want him to make you sore for days on end. “harder, please!” you moan out.

you feel his hips move rougher against yours, smacking harshly and creating loud noises that echo against the walls of the campsite. the force of his movements causes your breath to shorten, shaky gasps coming from your throat.

the lack of airflow mixed with his hard thrusts have you going dizzy, eyes rolling back and tongue lulling out of your mouth. you’re close to cumming for the second time, your walls clenching involuntarily.

he grunts as he lifts up your legs, pushing them towards your shoulders as he thrusts at a new angle. your toes curl at the feeling, and one of his hands reaches down and he starts rubbing at your clit again.

this makes you moan his name out loudly, cumming against his cock and feeling your juices drip all over him.

he keeps going at the fast pace, thrusts eventually getting sloppier as he gets closer to cumming. his fingers dig into your hips, nails leaving marks as he grunts. the overstimulation of his movements hurts so good as you whine out.

eventually his hips stutter and you can feel him cum inside of you, thick cum filling up against your walls as he continues his movements through his orgasm.

after he’s finished cumming, he pulls out slowly and watches as his cum leaks from your pussy and down onto the cot. you adjust your body and stretch out your legs, wincing at the soreness between your legs.

“are you alright?” albedo asks, out of breath as he begins getting dressed. as he hands you your clothes, you nod at him.

you start getting dressed too, “yes. i honestly didn’t expect that to be so good, especially since you’re a virgin.” you tease him, a small smile on your face.

he laughs softly. “you’d be surprised what one can learn from reading.” he says, winking at you while he adjusts his papers that’d been sitting on one of the many tables in the campsite. as he finishes up, he decides to walk back over to you shortly after.

“thank you for allowing me to… experiment with you. it was an unforgettable experience, and i hope we can do it again soon.” he says, one of his hands reaching out and tucking hair behind your ear.

you giggle and press a chaste kiss on his lips, grasping onto his now gloved hands. “of course. i really do like you, albedo. i didn’t want that to be a one time thing.” you say, looking into his eyes.

you can hear shuffling behind you and turn to see sucrose walking in. “hey y/n! uh, your pants are on backwards…” she says, blushing as she looks between you and albedo.

you awkwardly look away from her, trying not to meet her eyes. “oh, thanks for letting me know.”

a look of realization forms on her face. “wait a minute! did you guys fornicate on MY cot?!” she shouts.

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