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kpopfanfictrash · 5 months

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Jingle All the Way Collaboration

Coming your way this holiday season! Whether you've been naughty or nice, you'll have seven fics to unwrap by @kpopfanfictrash , @leahsfavefics , @kithtaehyung , @yoonia , @cybrsan and @sugaurora.

All second chance romance. All holiday themed. All attempting to utilize the same quote: "The holidays aren't so bad with you around." Come down the chimney, embrace your inner Vixen, and warm up this season with the Jingle All the Way collab!

Content Creator: all amazing banners are made by the truly spectacular @kithtaehyung!!

(Links to be added as fics are posted)

Title: The Ten Days of Ex-Mas

Author: @kpopfanfictrash

Pairing: Jimin x Reader (f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; hockey player au, second chance au, oh noo there was only one bed

Summary: Three months following the worst break-up of your life, you finally feel ready to start moving on. The world, it seems, has other ideas when you pick up the phone and find your ex-boyfriend calling.

Jimin Park, star right winger of the NHL and (until recently), the love of your life, has a very large problem. Despite the courage he regularly shows on the ice, in his personal life, Jimin is kind of a coward. When you broke up this fall, he could barely admit it. Not to his neighbors. Not to his friends. Not even to his family, who are expecting him home for Christmas. In a desperate plea for more time, Jimin begs you to pretend you’re still dating – and to his surprise, you agree. Faced with a second chance, Jimin is determined not to squander it. If only fixing a relationship were as easy as falling in love.

Posting Date: December 19th, 2023

Title: All I Want for Christmas is Joon

Author: @leahsfavefics

Pairing: art historian!Namjoon x art historian!reader (f)

Rating/genre: m (18+) angst, fluff, smut, second chance au

Summary: You have had a rough year following the mutual break up with your grad school sweetheart. On a whim, you book a spontaneous trip to Europe for the holidays to help get you out of the funk you’re in and assert your independence. It would be great, if it weren’t for the fact that you keep bumping into your ex boyfriend.

Posting Date: December 21st, 2023

Title: Back to December

Author: @kithtaehyung

Pairing: Seokjin x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; brother’s best friend au, wedding au, second chance au

Summary: Ever since you left town to pursue your dreams, life has fast forwarded into one big blur. so when you hit pause to attend your brother’s wedding exactly three years later, your brain instinctively resets and rewinds. because you have to spend it with the very person that had been there at the start. the one person you regret leaving behind.

Posting Date: TBD

Title: A Christmas Fix

Author: @yoonia

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+), secret baby au, s2l au, fake dating au on the side (more on that later)

Summary: One-night stands are supposed to be nothing more than just. It shouldn’t have involved seeing those two red lines looking back at you weeks later without a name or a contact number linking you back to your mystery man. Nothing more but his face. The unforgettable face that would sometimes appear in your dreams at night. So unforgettable that you immediately recognise him the moment he walks into your family home at Christmas, hand-in-hand with your older stepsister.

Title: Everwinter

Author: @kithtaehyung

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; ex-fwb 2 lovers au, second chance au

Summary: You told him you loved him, and that was a mistake. Because years later, you both meet up with your old friend group for a holiday trip, and neither of you have forgotten that.

Posting Date: TBD

Title: Miracle of the Season

Author: @cybrsan

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Rating/Genre: M (18+); angst, fluff, smut; angel au, second chance au

Summary: Cast out of Heaven after a painful betrayal, you find yourself having to navigate the intricacies of human life without any guidance from the Creator or the family you have always known. Things only get worse as the holiday season reaches its peak, with reminders of the life you left behind everywhere you look. Just when you think things can’t get any worse, a familiar face pops up and you aren’t sure whether to consider it a blessing or a curse.

Posting Date: December 29th, 2023

Title: A Porn Star's Guide to the Holidays

Author: @sugaurora

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader(f)

Rating/Genre: M (18+); smut; second chance au

Summary: Jung Hoseok was your first love, a relationship that ended only because your post-high school dreams led you down two very different paths. Yours brought you to Jeon Jungkook, an innovative talent agent promising to produce the most well-loved adult entertainment artists of the era. And that’s how you became an erotic market darling, doing just about everything from outdoor gangbangs to golden showers and a long list of kinks in between.

Ten years later and you’re ready to find a new path, celebrating your exit from the business with one last appearance at the biggest adult industry convention of the year. Only when you arrive, you find yourself unexpectedly face-to-face with your high school sweetheart. Suddenly, you’re forced to confront where the years have taken you and feelings that may have never quite gone away.

What’s a former porn star to do?

Posting Date: TBD

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c0smoshit · 8 months

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Heyyy!

Was wondering if I could request a Cloud x reader? Where basically reader is playing Mario Party w/ Tifa, Jessie, Aerith and he’s sitting and watching but after a few hours of it wants to just go snuggle and read some books in bed w/ reader, so that’s what he does?

Ty in advance and sending hugs!

This is so cute!!

Thanks for the req and hugs to u too🫶🫶

Touch-starved kid ミ★

⋆ ࣪. ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ≫ Cloud Strife/Reader

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 ≫ fluff, very much fluff, cuddly and touch-starved Cloud

⋆ ࣪. 𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥 ≫ 1.300

"Noo!"

A loud whine emerged from Jessie's mouth, Peach had crashed against a green shell. Low chuckles could be heard from both Aerith and your mouth, she was always so competitive.

Silence fell once again in the room, concentrated faces matched with a bored one from a blonde, watching the TV.

You had been playing for almost two hours now, Aerith whining about how she had to beat you the next game. Tifa on the other hand, silently won half of the matches, earning some muttered out curses from the rest of you.

"You don't wanna play Cloud?"

A hushed groan left his lips, staring down at you from his seated position. You had offered him the space next to you, but Jessie was quick enough to steal it.

And you didn't mind, Jessie was actually a sweetheart with you. She often gave you advice of boys, how to read if they were into you or not.

And it weirdly worked with him.

The other brunnete's arm sneaked into your shoulder, bringing you down to the planet. You stared back at her face and then at the screen, your hands still holding the controller.

"Where are you going y/n?"

Red eyes stared confusedly at you as you got rid of the arm that trapped you into a warm embrace. You wanted to stay for a bit, playing with them was always so fun after stressful weeks.

However, your body noticed the lack of coldness in the corner of the room.

"I'll be back soon, I'm going... to the bathroom yeah"

A few more snickers lingered in the room before some quiet yelps and curses filled it once again.

Your socks touched the cold, winter floor, eyes searching around for a grumpy blonde. The hall was dimly-lighted, some cute flowers resting on top of a wooden table.

But that adorable little moment turned into a frenzy one as some arms wrapped themselves around your middle part. Your yell was muffled by a gloved hand, his chest being the first thing that made you realise who was holding you.

"Cloud!"

His hand then left your mouth, chin making contact with the crown of your hair. Your hands grabbed his forearms, letting out a breathy sigh.

"Don't scare me like that you idiot"

You could feel a little smirk burning into his face, arms tightening around your waist as he guided you through the house.

. . .

"What's got you so clingy hmm?"

"You"

His voice was muffled by your chest, head tilted to the right as he laid on top of you. His arms were both bellow your back, not caring if he got cramps thanks to it.

He looked so peaceful, a child who only lived fueled by your arms and warm body.

Your back rested on the fluffy pillows behind you, knees appart as his stomach rested on your lap. Your feet rested by his sides and your hands softly caressed his locks.

You looked outside the window, it was currently winter and you felt a scorching warmth enveloping your insides. You felt so cozy and calm on the warm mattress, but his body on top of you multiplied those feelings.

His touch was featherlike, always managing to boost your mood whenever you were mad at him.

You couldn't have a proper argument with him, no matter how hard you tried to distance yourself from him, yell at him. His hands were always soothing your back.

"Hold on, I'll be back"

But his arms trapped you further into the mattress, not letting you slip off his embrace so easily. His body weight was all resting on top of you like it would always do whenever he was feeling down or tired and you were there with him.

A few more silent whines left his mouth when you, struggling, got his arms finally off you and planted your feet back on the wooden floor.

You gave his saddened face a pleading smile before you dissapeared once again into the hall.

If you were a stranger and looked at him in the eye, you would've thought that boy was cold.

But in reality, he was just a touch-starved kid.

Your fingertips grazed a bookshelf, pupils trying to find a red book surrounded by colorful books Aerith liked to read. You enjoyed meeting up with her and talking about flowers, forgetting just for a few minutes what was happening in the planet.

She knew everything about them, her tone changing whenever she talked to you about tulips or roses.

She was the whiff of fresh air you needed in a polluted city.

Subconciously you smiled at those memories, you loved spending time with her and the girls. A relief from work and the tasks you had to do through the day, soothing hands that massaged your warm shoulders after an stressful journey.

You wouldn't know where you'd be right now without them.

You let out an audible sigh as your hands caressed the soft cover of your favourite book. You liked the smell of fresh books, reading them while you stayed up at night.

With your new friend, you walked your way back into the room, ready to cuddle for as long as he pleased.

However, when you opened the door again, he wasn't laying down on the bed, instead, he was waiting for you the way you were laying on the pillows earlier.

And before you could even mutter out a "Hi" his arms were all over you again, dragging you down to his chest. You took his seat now, your hair sprawled out on his chest and shoulders as your book ended up falling on your lap.

You giggled, happiness filling up his sore brain, he adored your little chuckles. Readjusting yourself on his lap, you two were now sat on the bed, his bigger legs enveloped your closed ones, side by side.

You couldn't even hide the big, pleasured grin that was now placed on your sweet lips.

Did a huge, cuddly dog swaped bodies with Cloud?

Well, you didn't mind if he actually did, you were more than happy to see this secret facade. Maybe if life would let you have more alone time with him you wouldn't need to seek out his warmth in cold, lonely afternoons.

You both were quiet, consumed by the endless words in front of you as he leant his nose further into your hair. He would never say it out loud, but you had him crazy for you just by your sweet scent.

The first thing that woke up his brain whenever you walked into a room, whenever you washed the dishes with him.

Then your calm tone would envelope his eardrums, it always soothed him down.

And finally your adorable eyes, eyelashes batting so cutely at him, blinking whenever you were confused.

You sinked deeper into the pleasant but icy night, the words now seemed to be blurred out. Your eyelids grew heavy and the grip you had on the book softened, a car passed by.

When your limbs appeared to weigh more, he took the book from your lap, smiling when your hands didn't take it away from him. You had fallen asleep on top of him, was his body that comfortable?

It sure was, although he didn't seem to in most people's eyes, he was really strong. The muscles he packed bellow his skin were the perfect pillow, his arms the best blanket.

Your personal warm tent.

Eventually his eyes closed themselves too, breathing slowing itself down as his head lolled into your own one. You both looked so cute right now, not noticing the door creaking and some small giggles following behind.

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jo6hny · 1 month

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She got my heartbeat. Skipping down 16th Avenue - Hazel Callahan

Pairing: College student! Hazel Callahan x College student! Reader

Contains: fluff, hazel being woozy from meds, mentions of beating PJ up (i love her this was for the plot), somewhat idiots very in love, kissing!!!

Summary: Based on this request.

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: yay i managed to post this week! Onto the next request. Also, let me know if you’d like to be tagged onto future Hazel oneshots :) !

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“What the fuck happened?!” You exclaimed, barging into Hazel’s hospital room.

Sylvie and the rest of the girls were there by her bedside, earnestly looking after the injured girl. They give you a look of pity and guilt. Everyone knew how protective you could get of your best friend.

“Pretty girl, hello!” Hazel slurred, jolting upwards into a sitting position. Her heart rate monitor was spiking. She had taken several medications for her injuries and it made her loopy and out of her mind most of the time.

Sylvie gently pushes her back down and interrupts Hazel. “Hey, she kind of got into a fight.”

“Kind of?” You interject, your arms flailing in panic. Hazel looked like shit. Her lip was busted and her eye swollen. To add to this, her face had been colored purple and blue from several bruises around her face. The sight of her made your heartache and made you want to coddle the brunette.

“We’re sorry this happened,” Isabel started, making her way to you. “It’s just that PJ and Josie tricked all of us into the fight club and Hazel had to fight the big guy. It’s a super long story.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill PJ.” You muttered, feeling your eye twitch and your blood boil. You had never liked her, she had always left a bad taste in your mouth. It baffled you why Hazel always spoke so highly of her. Josie, you could get it. She was nice albeit awkward but she was never mean spirited like PJ was.

“Noo not good, pretty. Bad.” Hazel interrupted. Even in her disheveled state she was defending PJ. It stung and you felt a sense of dejection. But you pushed it aside as you realize that you needed to step up and take care of her because no one else will. Hazel’s mom was vacationing god knows where and her dad was out of the picture a long time ago. She only had you.

Making your way to her, the girls parted and offered you a seat beside her hospital bed. You had noticed that her heart rate monitor was incredibly high but figured that it was the leftover adrenaline from what ensued.

“Hey Haze,” You whisper, voice cracking. “I’m gonna get you home, okay?”

“Pretty girl going to take care ‘me?” She asked, she was slurring her words and it came out kind of whiny.

A shy smile spread across your face. She had never called you pretty girl before. Sure, she was never shy of compliments but never outright like this. It made you wonder if there were truth to her words.

You nodded, taking her hand. “Of course, Haze.”

“Dude your heart rate keeps going up, I’m gonna call a nurse.” Sylvie observed, taking Isabel with her to get someone. She was genuinely concerned for Hazel, her heart rate kept going up especially when you came around which she found weird.

“‘M face hurts.” Hazel said. Her breathing was shallow and she could barely open one eye.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you, Haze.” You replied, rubbing her hand with your thumb. This was something you often did whenever you were nervous or apologetic. In return, Hazel would squeeze yours back three times as if to say it’s okay. At least that’s what you thought.

The girls came back to the room with the nurse they found to assist Hazel. She was tall and looked kind. Almost reminiscent of Hazel’s mom without the flashy jewelry and short hair.

“You say her heart rate was spiking?” The nurse asked, closely looking at her heart rate monitor.

Sylvie nodded and pointed to you. “Yeah it started going up when she arrived.”

The nurse looked at you with curiosity in her eyes and then she spotted your interlocked hands. The tips of her mouth perked up and her gaze glinted with mischief.

“Huh,” She started, looking at you with a teasing gaze. “Must be leftover adrenaline from the fight.”

“That’s what I thought so too.” You replied, feeling confident in your answer. It didn’t cross your mind to think that she might be hinting at something else. Why would she? She was a stranger and friends held hands all the time. Though, your heart rate definitely didn’t feel fast whenever you're holding other people’s hands, only with Hazel.

“Sure.” The nurse said, turning her back from you. Her tone was sarcastic and it baffled you. But you brushed it aside, choosing to put your attention to Hazel instead.

After some more checking, the nurse ruled out anything dangerous but told Hazel to be careful. And as her primary caretaker, you took it upon yourself to talk to the Nurse too. Just to find out what to do and when you could take your bestfriend home. The lady was nice enough to supply all the correct answers but not without sly remarks about “taking good care of your girlfriend”. Whatever that meant. Finally, she told you that Hazel would be able to go home tomorrow which gave you relief. It was gonna be hard work but you weren’t complaining as it was Hazel you were pouring your care onto.

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Back at your dorm, Hazel occupies her side of the room and is slumped against her bed. Despite her wounds healing, she hadn’t been quite active; not like herself at all. You’d blamed the meds that the doctor prescribed, as well as the bruise the altercation might have left on her ego.

“You look really pretty today.” Hazel said, complimenting you. This was her 10th compliment of the day and she didn’t show any signs of stopping. Again, something you blamed the meds on. She was all loopy and hallucinating. You didn’t look pretty at all today, body adorned with just a regular hoodie and sweatpants.

“Mhm, sure Haze. Thank you.” You reply, sitting on her bed and taking out the supplies needed to tend to her wounds.

Facing her, you inch closer towards your best friend and take a good look before reaching for her bruise medication. Her face still looked splotchy because of the bruises, but certainly better.

“Thank you for taking care of me, I owe you a lot, pretty.” she mumbled, her one non swollen eye looking at you with affection. Hazel might have been on medication but she meant every compliment that came out of her mouth. In a way she was glad for it because it enables her to voice out her thoughts about you.

“It’s okay. I would take care of you any day.” You reassure her, giving her a smile. It still breaks your heart whenever you recall what happened to her. She deserved so much better, especially after you learned about the argument her and PJ had prior to the fight. You wanted to beat the shit out of PJ so bad but restrained yourself because you knew that Hazel wouldn’t forgive you. But still, you can’t help but glare and stick your middle finger up at her whenever you pass each other by at the halls.

“I’m gonna beat PJ up as payback for what happened to you, I swear to god.” You added, your voice was shaky.

“Don’t.” Hazel replied, taking your hand in hers. She did it again, squeezed your hand thrice. It made your heart flutter. But at the same time, it saddened you how much she defended PJ.

“Don’t defend her, Haze. She’s the reason you got hurt.” You reply defensively, intertwining your hand with hers. If you had a heart rate monitor at home, Hazel’s would have skyrocketed right now. She was praying that her pulse didn’t give anything away but you seemed to be distracted by the hate you had for her friend.

“I’m not,” She started, staring her one eye at you. “It’s just that you’re too good for that, beautiful.”

“Stop that.” You whisper, avoiding eye contact. You decide to distract yourself by opening up the treatment for her bruises and applying it onto her.

“Stop what?”

“You know, complimenting me. You’re too loopy from the meds.”

Hazel shakes her head, interrupting you from treating her wound. “That’s not true.”

“Yes it is. I mean, you have been doing the same since the hospital.” You retort, trying to evade Hazel’s attempt at knocking at your heart. It wasn’t working, of course. Her admittance of her affection for you made you feel loopy.

“It might have started at the hospital but it doesn’t mean that it isn’t true. I do think you’re beautiful and kind and gorgeous and the best person in the world.” She rambled on, listing positive things about you.

The brunette’s confession shocked you, leading you to push down a bit harder on her bruise as you applied her medication.

“Ow!” Hazel exclaimed, it felt like her bruise would resurface with the pressure you put on her face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” You reply, frantically caressing her face as to apologize for accidentally hurting her.

“It’s okay.” Hazel mumbled, bringing a hand up to her cheek. “Kinda hurts though.”

“I’m really sorry. I’ll make it up to you, I swear.”

Hazel’s eyebrows perk up at your offer. The cogs in her mind were working overtime and she was going to take a leap at what she was going to do but it would all be worth it.

“I know how you can make it up to me.” She led on, a small smirk displayed on her face. She couldn’t quite smile as there were cuts on her lips that disabled her from doing so.

“How?” You cocked your head to the side, curious to what her demands were. You felt really bad. To be fair, Hazel surprised you and she couldn’t just do that so suddenly, not when your hands were on her face. She knew how reactive you could get.

“A kiss.” She beamed, proud of herself.

You stare at her, bewildered.

“We need to get you off those meds.” You mumble, putting away her ointment. This was you trying to hide your face that was sporting a blush. You could feel the warmth spread past your countenance and through your body.

“I’m serious!” Hazel flailed, sitting upright. She had never been more serious in her entire life. She could come off as goofy most of the time but never with you. She had always tried her best whenever she was with you. You deserve the best things in life and she knew this.

“Alright okay.” You caved, positioning yourself closer to her so that it was easier for your lips to attach themselves to her wounds.

“Really?” The blue eyed girl questioned. She didn’t think she’d get this far.

You hummed in response and made your way forwards, pressing a chaste kiss on the apple of her cheek right where the bruise was starting to shift colors. And then you planted another towards her swollen eye, careful not to put any pressure. Then, your lips found its ways towards hers. You hover over her lips, not quite sure if you should continue.

“Please kiss me.” Hazel whispered, feeling a bit pathetic at her plea. But then again, this was all she ever wanted. To be near you and feel you. And if she were honest, she’d get beat up a thousand times again if it meant being under your tender care.

At this, you press your lips onto hers. You were careful not to press too hard as you minded the cuts she obtained from the fight. But still, you kissed her with much love and yearning. With all of the pent up feelings you had for your best friend. She tasted like skittles. The only thing she’d enthusiastically eat during these past few days that she’d rested.

“Do you feel better now?” You ask, parting your lips from hers. The beating of your heart was loud and you could physically feel your heart thump against your chest.

“Well,” She said, as if in deep thought. “I think you need to kiss me more, to be honest. I don’t feel too well.”

You laugh at her attempt to convince you to kiss her again. It worked, though. Obviously. But it was just so…Hazel. So authentically her.

“Oh no!” You feigned worry, playing along. “We wouldn’t want that.”

“No. Not at all.” Hazel shook her head. She took her spare hand and wrapped it around your waist.

Leaning in once again, you take a moment to examine her features. The contrast of her sharp features against the violent splotches of purple and green and beige. She looked beautiful. Right then and there you swore that you’d protect her. Never let anything like this happen again. Protect her against the stupid football guy, PJ, anyone.

“What are you thinking of?” Hazel asked, breaking you out of your trance.

“How good you look. And how I’m totally gonna kick that football guy and PJ’s ass.” You reply, earning a groan from your best friend.

“More kissing, less kicking ass, please.” She pleaded.

“Alright okay.” You laughed, connecting your lips to hers again. You weren’t sure where this left the both of you. If it meant that you two were together now. You made a mental note to bring this up to her once you two finish making out.

Hazel on the other hand, was elated. She had to personally thank her nurse and doctor for prescribing her meds that made her more loopy as hell but confident. She couldn’t believe it! She was kissing her best friend and long time crush all because of some stupid meds that got rid of her shyness. Hazel was going to enjoy this, she thought. And she also thought about how she was going to scream everything out into the world. How she finally got her girl and how lucky she felt.

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tags: @academiareid <3

#bottoms 2023 #hazel bottoms #hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan #bottoms imagine #bottoms movie #hazel callahan fanfiction #hazel callahan imagine #fanfic #lgbtq #jhmasterlist #ruby cruz

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weemssapphic · 1 year

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hello, friend. I had a thought for a request, maybe <.< Could you do a Larissa x female reader with some accidental voyeurism, maybe? You know like the ones where someone walks past a door that maybe isn't closed all the way and ooooh noo they see something they really wanted to see 😂

hello friend! thank you so much for this request, I'm a huge fan of accidental voyeurism so this was such a joy to write - I hope you enjoy it 🥰

Caught

Larissa Weems x fem!reader

words: ~2.2k | ao3 link in title

content/warnings: nsfw - smut (pwp), accidental voyeurism, masturbation, vibrator-use, cunnilingus, fingering, thigh riding

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Knock, knock. Silence. Knock, knock, knock. More silence.

You let out a frustrated huff. It was a Friday night, fairly late at that, and the last thing you had to do before starting your well-deserved Christmas break was turn in a copy of your student’s graded midterms to Principal Weems. You were a bit behind the other teachers, you realized this, but as you’d been sick the week before, you’d only just finished the last of your grading.

And now, it seemed, you couldn’t even turn in the papers since Principal Weems didn’t appear to be in her office. Perhaps you could simply drop them off on her desk? You jiggled the door handle, surprised when the door swung open.

“Principal Weems?” You peeked into her office, surveying the room. Empty. Striding over to Larissa’s desk, you dropped the stack of papers right on the edge, deciding you would simply email your boss as soon as you got back to your quarters to inform her where you’d left them. Surely, she wouldn’t mind, she’d left her office open after all.

As you turned to leave, a faint vibrating noise made you pause. You turned your head towards the sound, noticing the door towards the back of Larissa’s office stood slightly ajar.

“Oh, Y/N,” you heard faintly in Larissa’s voice, drifting out from her quarters.

You frowned. Had Larissa heard you come in? You padded over to the door, popping your head in - and your mouth dropped open at the sight you were met with.

Larissa Weems, the Larissa Weems, your boss Larissa Weems, your very hot boss Larissa Weems, was lying naked on her bed, legs spread wide open, holding a vibrator to her clit. Her hips were bucking erratically, her head was tipped back onto her pillow.

Soft, heavenly moans spilled out of her mouth, the most beautiful sounds you’d ever heard - though what ultimately held you rooted to the spot, transfixed, heat rising to your face, was your very own name, slipping out between the moans. Your stomach filled with heat and you could feel your panties grow damp.

You knew you should go - she hadn’t seen you yet. If you were quick and quiet about it, you could leave without her knowing you were there. Would you be able to make eye contact with her ever again? Hell no. But at least her dignity would be intact, and you’d spare yourself the humiliation of having to find a new job because you’d spied on your boss while she was masturbating.

“Right there, Y/N… Faster,” Larissa groaned, clicking the vibrator to a higher setting, and you couldn’t stop yourself - you whimpered, loud enough for Larissa’s head to snap up.

Sapphire eyes met your own, clouded with desire, pupils blown. For a moment, time seemed to slow down. Then the vibrating noise stopped and Larissa’s chest and face flushed a deep scarlet, her eyes widening comically.

She moved to cover her body with the sheets but you stepped forward, whispering a soft, “wait”.

Her brows furrowed and she cocked her head to the side, regarding you carefully as you made your way over to the bed, her breathing labored.

Up close, her body was even more beautiful than you’d imagined it, as if she were carved from marble. Your eyes roved over the pale skin, over her hardened nipples and pillowy breasts, down to the swell of her stomach which ended in a patch of blonde hair and soft, curvy thighs.

“You look beautiful,” you murmured, earning yourself a whimper from the blonde.

You settled at the edge of the bed, placing your palms on her knees.

“Is this okay?”

Larissa nodded.

“Use your words, please.”

“Yes,” she whispered, voice breathy.

You parted her legs, stifling a groan when you saw how her cunt glistened, how her slick coated her inner thighs.

“Is this all for me?” You bit your lip, looking up to make eye contact with the blonde.

She swallowed thickly, eyes fluttering shut. “Yes.”

“Look at me,” you commanded, and Larissa must have been stricken by the force in your voice because her eyes snapped open, her lips parting as she let out a shuddering breath. “Do you really want this?”

A heavy silence hung in the air. After a moment’s hesitation, Larissa lowered a hand between her legs, swiping two fingers up her slit to gather some of her arousal. She brought the fingers to your lips and you opened your mouth on instinct, allowing her to place the digits onto your tongue.

You closed your lips around her fingers, swirling your tongue around them and groaning at the salty yet sweet taste. A heavy throb had begun between your legs.

“Does that answer your question?” Larissa husked, regarding you with hooded eyes as you sucked her digits dry. You released them with a pop, lunging forward to capture her lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. They were even softer than you’d imagined, and so warm. You soothed your tongue over her lips and she parted them, allowing you to explore her mouth.

You leaned over her, placing a hand on either side of her head, kissing her until your brain was so deprived of oxygen that you had to pull away.

Your breaths mingled and you met Larissa’s gaze, struck by the hunger and desperation swirling in her pupils. “Fuck, Larissa, you’re gorgeous,” you panted, lips curving into a smirk as you watched her face redden.

“I want to see you, too,” Larissa breathed out, fingers toying with the hem of your shirt. Not wanting to keep her waiting, you rid yourself of the shirt, then your bra, watching Larissa’s pupils dilate as her eyes fixated on your chest.

“See something you like?” you teased.

Larissa responded by reaching out a hand, brushing the pad of her thumb so lightly over your nipple that you let out a gasp.

“Not yet.” You pulled away, ignoring the whine that Larissa let out and the throb between your own legs as you stood, unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down your legs. Larissa propped herself up on her elbows so that she could watch you with rapt attention, whimpering as you tugged down your panties and kicked them off.

Crawling back onto the bed, you hovered over the blonde, pressing your lips to her jaw, her throat, her sternum. Finally, your lips closed around her right nipple and you flicked your tongue over the bud. Larissa arched her back, sighing softly at the warmth of your tongue as your hand came up to massage her left breast.

You switched sides, continuing your ministrations, and Larissa began to writhe beneath you.

“N-need you,” she groaned, bringing her hands to your hair and pushing your head off her chest and down her stomach.

“Someone’s impatient,” you purred, nipping at the soft flesh of her belly.

“Someone interrupted me as I was about to come,” Larissa growled, glowering down at you.

You grinned at her impatience and pressed a kiss to her mound. She bucked her hips up and twisted her fingers in your hair, pulling with enough force to make you whine and then pushing your head further down.

Finally, after what felt like ages to the blonde, your lips brushed against her folds. You ran your tongue up her slit, slowly to savor the taste of her arousal as you gathered it on your tongue, then circled her clit.

Larissa rolled her hips in time with your licks, a series of breathy moans tumbling from her lips. It took next to no time to get her to the edge again, after you’d so rudely interrupted her before. Her thighs trembled as she came, and she cursed out a string of obscenities you never thought you’d hear from the usually composed principal.

You helped her down from her high, lapping up her cum and cleaning her folds. Pressing a gentle kiss to her clit, you trailed your lips back up her body, taking your sweet time until you reached her lips again and allowed her to suck her own arousal off your tongue.

“Good girl,” you whispered into her mouth between kisses, reveling the visible shiver that ran down Larissa’s spine.

A throb of desire at the apex of your thighs forced you to buck your hips down, your cunt coming into contact with Larissa’s thigh. She gasped as your slick rubbed against her leg. Placing her hands on your shoulders and giving a light push, she expertly flipped you around, as if she’d done it a hundred times before.

Now hovering over you, she closed her thighs around your leg and ground down. Her wetness coated your thigh as she rolled her hips, seeking friction on her clit. As much as your own sex was aching with want, you were frozen in place, unable to move as you stared up at Larissa. You were absolutely mesmerized by her; the way her eyes rolled back in her head, the way her jaw went slack, the deep flush that covered her heaving chest as she pleasured herself against you.

A wanton moan was drawn forth from her lips and it suddenly became too much to bear as you brought your hand down between your legs, gathering your wetness on your fingertips before massaging your clit. You were going to come so hard, so fast, this much you knew.

Larissa’s gaze pierced your own, the deep blue of her irises barely visible in her aroused state. You felt her fingers brush against your own as she pushed your hand away from your cunt, taking over for you. Her thumb found your clit and the rest of her fingers teased your folds, dipping slightly into your entrance before retracting again and continuing to graze your slit.

“Larissa, please,” you panted, thrusting your hips into her hand. The thrust propelled your thigh upward and the sudden increased pressure on Larissa’s clit caused her to cry out, her fingers twitching against your pussy.

Without warning, she plunged two fingers into your hole, expertly curling the digits and beginning a merciless pace inside your cunt.

The feeling of your walls fluttering around her fingers, her juices dripping down your thigh, the scent of her musk hanging in the air were all beginning to drive you crazy.

You rolled your hips against her hand, finding a pace that matched her own as she continued to rut against your thigh. In your pre-orgasmic haze, you found enough focus to flex your thigh, and the sinful sounds that tore from Larissa’s throat were nearly enough to send you careening over the edge.

“I’m s-so close,” you stuttered, gripping Larissa’s hips and pushing her down.

“Come with me,” she panted, doubling down on your thigh and increasing the pressure of her thumb on your clit as she curled her fingers into your sweet spot.

Pleasure began to wash over you in waves as you reached your high and, moments later, you faintly registered Larissa’s own body tensing up above you, her hips stuttering in their movements.

Larissa collapsed on top of you in a heap of exhaustion and your arms wound around her almost instinctively. She withdrew her fingers from your cunt, slowly, grinning lazily as you mewled at the sudden emptiness. Bringing her fingers to her mouth, she let out a low hum and she swirled her tongue around the digits, getting her first taste of you.

“You taste divine, my darling,” she murmured, before rolling off of you onto her back.

You forced yourself to roll onto your side, propping your head up on one hand and cupping her cheek with your other hand, brushing your thumb along her swollen lips. You watched the rise and fall of her chest, erratic at first then evening out, before lunging forward for a searing kiss.

“Thank you for letting me take care of you,” you whispered as you pulled back, your breath ghosting her face.

Larissa smirked, nipping playfully at your bottom lip as her hands found your waist, pulling you fully on top of her.

“You didn’t think I was done with you?”

#larissa weems x reader #larissa x reader #larissa weems #principal weems x reader #principal weems #larissa weems smut

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samsgff · 28 days

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*Using the events of s5 with a little bit of alternations*

⚠️ tw for suicide nd alcoholism ⚠️

Once Sam jumped into the hole dean felt like he was stabbed right through the heart.

Days, weeks, months had gone by and Dean was still grieving. See everyone has their own way of grieving Dean's way was to rot at Bobby's house, he did not move an inch from his bed, he let himself drown completely in his sorrow. Bobby tried his best to convince him to go on hunting trips with him and constantly told him it'll help, but dean's only reply was "I'm done".

Day after day, the bottles of boose kept increasing, but drinking was his only escape. It was his way to numb the pain, it was his way to fill in the void inside of him that kept growing ever since the incident. It was his way to be at peace, it allowed him to sleep without rewatching his brother jump to his death. However some coping mechanisms lose their purpose at some point. The alcohol was not doing it for the now only child winchester, even so he tried to keep on going but what was left for him to hang on to if the only person he ever cared for was gone? And so one night, when Bobby was out, Dean went looking for some pills and since he knew Bobby more than his own father he knew exactly where he kept them so it didn't take much time for him to find those colorful tablets. He wrote a farewell letter to his adoptive father his one and only father, thanking him for taking him and his younger brother under his wing and apologized for being such a pain in the ass for the past few years. Dean knew the right dose, he always has. As he swallowed those pills down with whiskey he could feel the inside of his stomach already lightning up in flames, but he didn't care, he wanted it to end, he wanted to be where he belonged, in hell, next to his sammy.

Few minutes later, everything went silent, his body was completely numb, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

The old man arrived at his house, he opened the door, it was quiet way too quiet. He placed his keys on the coffee table and called out: "Dean?" his eyes caught the letter, he opened it with shaky hands, that can't be, Dean wouldn't do that he tried gaslighting himself. He dropped the letter and ran as fast he could breaking down the door and holding Dean's unconscious body between his arms. "No Dean wake up" He yelled. "Wake up now boy" he yelled again as his eyes filled up with tears. "Dean don't do that to me" he mumbled while holding his body closer to him. "Castiel!!" he screamed. "Get down here cas now!" he screamed again hoping the angel would answer his prayers. And he did. "what happened?" he asked confused. "Fix him now or i swear" Bobby threatened. Cas placed his hand over Dean's forehead and it only took a few seconds before he opened his eyes again.

He adjusted himself, looked at his hands all confused.

"No no noo" he screamed in anger.

"WHY DID YOU BRING ME BACK?" he looked at the angel and his adoptive father with eyes full of tears.

"i was ready to go i was ready to die" he yelled.

"Well too bad because i wasn't" Bobby snapped

"the only person who brought a purpose to my life is gone. The only person i ever loved and cared for and looked after is gone. And there's a hole inside of that just keeps on growing and growing everyday and it- it hurts it hurts so much i thought- i thought i could numb the pain but it's crushing me it's sucking the life out of me i can't i just can't" he cried out.

Bobby and Cas stood above him, with sadness and despair in their eyes.

"i think i could help" Cas mumbled

Dean looked up to him with the tiniest bit of hope.

"i could erase every memory you ever had with sam it would be like he was never your brother- like he never existed" he continued while avoiding eye contact.

"no i can't allow that" bobby added

"this is my decision bobby" dean replied firmly.

"do it cas" he said as he stood up and faced him.

"but this is going to hurt" castiel warned him before proceeding.

"i said do it" he repeated.

The angel placed the palm of his hand over the hunters forehead and channeled every power he had, it didn't take long before dean fell to his knees screaming as all of the memories with his younger brother flashed before his eyes. Bobby looked away since he couldn't handle seeing his son in that condition.

Once it was over dean fell to the ground unconscious.

"his body is going to need a little of time to readjust" cas told Bobby in a reassuring tone.

"i hope you realize the consequences of what you just did" the adoptive father added before leaving the room and slamming the door behind him.

#jensen ackles #spn #jared padalecki #sam winchester #sam and dean #dean winchester #castiel #spn season 5 #my fic #demons #lucifer spn #samifer #bobby singer #alternate universe

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aokoaoi · 1 year

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▎chapter two : welcome home.

▎content warning : gore/blood, rotting, violence, typical resident evil behavior.

▎character pairing : leon kennedy x fem!reader.

"HOW LONG ARE YOU gonna be gone for?" Your closest college friend, a girl who happens to crash at your apartment for a few weeks rent free, frowned at you like some hurt puppy. She was lazily sprawled on your bed, watching as you packed up necessary things for your visit in raccoon city. All you really needed to pack was clothes.

You sighed loudly, exhausted after dumping all the clothes that existed inside your closet- outside of the said closet. Placing your hands on your hips, you deadpanned at her as she continued to sulk. "I don't know how long I'll be gone but I planned on staying for a week."

"Noo! A week?!"

"Jane, I haven't seen my family for three years."

Practically feeling her cheeriness visibly deflate at that. Jane knew you had a point, and she understood why you'd be gone for a while, but surely being on the verge of tears watching your best friend pack to go back to her home place is also reasonably understandable, right?

Breathing out through your nose, you sat next to her now slumped, seated form. You placed a piece of clothing on your lap, wrinkling it in the process. Jane found the feeling of your cold hands on her exposed shoulder, a gesture you do when you're comforting.

"Come on, don't get all mushy on me. I'm not gone for that long, and I'll be back before you know it." While you particularly didn't really understand why she's so upset that you're leaving for a week, you didn't want to see her cry.

Was it her abandonment issues? Hm, maybe.

Jane pouts childishly again, now heating up put of embarrassment. "Now my mascaras all ruined." She huffed, her fingertips slightly stained in black inkish liquid from her tears when she brought her hand up to wipe her cheek.

"You barely even cried." You commented.

"I tend to like wearing these types of mascaras to add dramatic effect." Jane shrugged mischievously, a grin overtaking her soft features.

"Oh so everyday you just suddenly start shedding tears out of nowhere?" She snickered at your comment, shaking her head in amusement. You matched her grin, standing back up to start packing again.

"Hey, do you think I can come visit your family with you?" She suddenly brought up, taking you off guard. You paused for a moment, letting the words sink in and processing what to say.

"..maybe next year."

The drive is mostly silent. Mostly. All you could hear was the static from the radio, the muffling noise outside that your tires were creating, and the raindrops softly padding against the glass windows of your car. It was pitch black darkness outside, and all you could see was the road ahead of you as your headlights was on. Occasionally turning on the windshield wipers here and there.

Your elbow was propped up on the door beside you, resting there as your hand stabilized your head. In a minute now you could possibly get a headache from how your knuckles was digging into the side of your head. It was uncomfortable, but it surprisingly kept you awake.

Your brother called before you left your apartment, and by that I mean before you stepped out of the door. He called to say he'd arrive tomorrow, and he wanted you to tell your parents instead so he won't have to. You were upset at that, but there was nothing you could do about that.

After a few minutes, you caught up to a gas truck. It was slowed down, and you could only assume that the driver is half asleep and half awake right now. Not wanting to waste time trailing behind it, you steered the wheel on overtook the truck. You looked back at the rear view mirror, watching as the trucks light began to slowly disappear.

You huffed out of your nose, pursing your lips together as you heard your stomach growl. And it growled again.

Glancing at the baked delicacy on the passenger seat next to you, you opened the box with one hand, fishing out a glazed donut that Jane baked for you before you left. You could smell the taste of cinnamon rolls, but she said that's her gift to your mom and dad. But more to your mom.

After a mile and a suffocating silence, you encountered lights up ahead, and as you squinted slightly you could see that it was a gas station. A gas station occupied with two cars, a motorcycle, and seemingly drunken people surrounding two individuals.

Two individuals holding guns.

Something bubbled in your stomach, and you didn't like it one bit. You shouldn't have ate that donut. You swerved into the gas station, the sound if tires screeching and lights flashing at the unknown man and woman catching both their attentions. You bumped into three or four of the weirdly rotting bodies, your eyes widening at the sight of small droplets of blood getting on your windshield.

There was yelling from your side, and you could see two of the unknown people shooting at whatever the fuck you just crashed on until they finally decided to get in your car. There was loud thudding on the passengers seat, and you turned to look at it.

The look of face rotting, was on the other side of that glass window. It's skin around its mouth ripping off that you could see the gums of its bloody mouth and teeth. It's neck was torn apart, and it's workers uniform was now trashed and dirty. As soon as you could hear the door loudly close shut, you sped out of that gas station immediately.

Both their heavy breathing filled the car, making you look back to where they're seated, concerned. "You guys alright? What the hell was that- that thing." The question came out worridly and mortified at the same time.

"I don't know. Hopefully they'll have some answers at the police station." The man responds to you, catching the girl's attention.

"Wait, you're a cop?"

He curtly nods, "Yeah. Leon Kennedy, you are?"

"Claire- Claire Redfield."

Upon her response, was silence. You glanced back, seeing how they were now looking at you, waiting for your response. "Oh- you were also talking to me?" You deadpanned at yourself, watching as an amused smile take on their face.

You introduced yourself, firstname and lastname.

Claire hummed at your response, "That lastname, hm, I could vividly remember my brother mentioning that name." She muttered, but was it didn't go unheard by the other two in the car.

"Your brother?" You beat the dirty blond male to it, making him purse his lips but still look at the girl beside him for an answer. "Yep. I'm looking for him. he's a cop, too." She answers you, making you nod.

The man who you now know as Leon looked at you, "Do you live around here?" He questioned, and you nodded again.

"Mhm. I'm visiting to see my family."

"Well, it's a good thing we found eachother." Leon perked up again, "I don't know what to expect anymore." You were confused at his words, but you couldn't bring yourself to question it. Besides, you were too tired to be paying attention to anything other than the road right now.

You passed by a billboard; welcome to raccoon city, home of umbrella.

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cookiegirlsstuff · 3 months

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Tickles for Tae pt. 2 (aka Jin gets the tickles)

Lee: Seokjin

Ler: Taehyung

♫₊˚.🎧✩｡

Jin was in a difficult situation. It had been about two weeks since his bandmate Taehyung told him that he liked being tickled.

Of course, Jin was happy to give the younger one the tickles he deserved, but something had changed in the last few days.

As he tickled Taehyung, he secretly wished to be on the receiving end for once. But he was the oldest of the group and asking for tickles would definitely be weird for the others.

Besides…. what if he wasn't cute enough? What if he didn't react the right way? what if he isn't as ticklish as he thought he was?What if he didn't like it?

Unfortunately, today was another one of those days. He had just had another tickle session with Tae tae and as always it was just adorable how ticklish the younger one was but….Jin still wished to be tickled once in a while.

Should I just ask him? But it would definitely be weird for both of us! But I really want it! These were the thoughts that the older boy was so engrossed in that he didn't even notice Taehyung's worried look.

It was only when he heard his friend's worried voice that he was startled.

"Jin hyung are you all right? You seem very worried and sad lately?" asked V, looking at his hyung with worried eyes.

"Taehyung, it's nothing to worry about…just…lately I've been feeling the need…well…I'd like to be tickled once in a while," he confessed and lowered his head.

"Jin hyung?" Taehyung spoke cautiously when, after a minute, Jin still didn't dare to look at the younger one's face.

"Hmm?" was the only answer.

"Right or left?" asked Taehyung with a mischievous grin.

"What?" Jin replied, visibly confused.

"Right or left?", Tae kept repeating his question.

"Ehmm… right?" Jin said uncertainly.

"Good choice," laughed Taehyung, pulling out a fluffy feather from behind his back

Now Jin realized what was about to happen and took a deep breath, trying to steel himself for what was about to happen.

But as soon as the feather touched his sides, he couldn't help but burst into fits of giggles. He squirmed and writhed, trying to escape the ticklish sensation, but Taehyung's grip were too strong.

“You have such a cute laugh!” Taehyung teased his hyung. As much as he loved being tickled, he also liked being the superior one and having the upper hand.

“No! no! not there!”Jin shrieked as the younger male moved the feather near his belly button.

But of course, Taehyung didn't listen to what his hyung said.

"A-ah, Taehyung-ah noo-" Taehyung didn't let Jin finish his protest. His index finger made his way to his navel and dipped in there, swirling around. Jin's hazelnut colored eyes went wide before he stumbled into big belly laughter. His legs tried to kick.

“Wow. you are super ticklish.”Tae began the teasing again.

Jin didn't know what it was, but he had the feeling that the teasing made the tickling 100 times worse.

After a few more minutes, the younger one finally put the feather down, but of course he wasn't done yet. Next, he began to tickle Jin's armpits.

It wasn't as ticklish a spot as his tummy, but it was still effective. Jin literally squealed as he rolled around on the bed, unable to escape from his sunny bandmates evil hands. He was giggling and cackling, trying his damn best to escape but the lers hands were stuck in his armpits!

After what seemed like endless minutes (which were actually only 15), his laughter died down and he lay on the bed, exhausted and red-faced.

“That was so adorable.~” Taehyung cooed, hugging him close.

“Psshhh!!! Shush! It’s not! It’s embarrassing! And besides, now you're no longer the only one who likes to be tickled. Doesn't that bother you?" the oldest whined a little.

“Embarrassing? Bothering me? Not something that’s embarrassing at all. Plus I’m sure you know we both had fun!” Taehyung's words were carefully picked and his voice was calm.

Jin smiled happily and they both spent the rest of the evening cuddling and a lot of small tickles.

#bts tickling #tickle fic #bts tickle #tickle content #bts tickle fic #lee!jin #ler!taehyung #bts

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morganski-19 · 11 months

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Steddie Week Day 5: Established Relationship

@steddie-week

The sun streams through the widow of their bedroom, hitting Steve right in the eyes. He slowly wakes with a long groan, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid the sun. He rolls over, facing the man who lies next to him. All sprawled out on the bed, Eddie lays on his stomach, one arm probably hanging off the side, the other one tugging what are most of their blankets toward him. His face is covered by strands of brown curls, one stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Steve laughs to himself, the sight of his boyfriend in a deep sleep always amuses him, even though it’s the same every morning. They would fall asleep together, whichever one of them got home the latest would slide into bed and pull the other close so they knew they were home, and then drifted apart in their sleep. Eddie would always end up taking most of the bed, and the blankets because he is always cold, while Steve would be left with only a small sliver on the side. Not that he complained too much, it made it easier for him to get up when he had to, and gave him an excuse to get closer to Eddie when he didn’t. Not that he needed an excuse for that one.

He pulls the blankets out of Eddie’s grip, sliding himself closer to him, and throwing an arm across Eddie’s back. Eddie stirs, pulling Steve closer and placing his head on Steve’s chest. Steve brushes the hair out of his face, running his hand through it and gently taking apart the small knots.

“Mornin’,” Eddie mumbles, sleep coating his voice. He slowly blinks his eyes open, immediately shutting them when the sun hits them. “Oh ow. Fucking sun.”

Steve chuckles. “Yeah, the curtain was open.”

“Why didn’t you go shut it then?” Eddie shoves his head between Steve’s side and his arm.

“I could go close it now.” He starts to push Eddie off of him and moves to the edge of the bed to get up.

“Noo,” Eddie slurs, pulling Steve back to him and hugging him close.

Steve smiles. “I can’t shut it if you don’t let me go.”

“Then don’t go fucking shut it then.” Eddie shoves his head against Steve’s neck, nosing at his shoulder.

He leans down and kisses the top of Eddie’s head. Calmness flows through Steve as he feels like he could spend forever in this moment. A low rumble comes from Steve’s stomach, reminding him that he has to get up eventually.

“Jesus, I felt that,” Eddie laughs, propping up to look at Steve. He pushes a strand of hair behind Steve’s ear, leaning down to kiss him, Steve sighing into it. “Hi,” he whispers when he pulls away, pressing their foreheads together.

“Hi,” Steve returns. “Wanna get off of me so I can go make breakfast?”

Eddie dramatically rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he groans. He rolls off of Steve, burying himself in the blankets again. Steve laughs to himself, finally pulling himself for the bed and making his way to the kitchen.

He starts a pot of coffee before grabbing the eggs. Cracking them into a pan, he lets them start to sizzle before placing some pieces of bread into the toaster. The door of their bedroom creaks open when the coffee stop dripping, Eddie stumbles into the kitchen. He pours the coffee into two mugs, making Steve’s before he makes his own.

Placing it on the counter next to Steve, he wraps his arm around his waist, pressing a kiss to Steve’s shoulder. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

Steve's heart fills with the most familiar warmth he’s ever had. Because this is his life. Just him and Eddie in their apartment, waking up to the same routine every morning. Their lives filled with people they love, and who love them. It’s all Steve ever wanted, to be happy with someone like this. If all of his days began like this one did, with the same warmth waiting for him, then he couldn’t ask for anything more.

#THEY'RE IN LOVE YOUR HONOR #I am so very normal about them #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things ficlet

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thesupreme316 · 11 months

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Is the Grass Greener on the Other Side? EP.5

Summary: 1 month after her infamous “pipebomb”, how does Y/N feel when it feels like nothing has changed in her world? What will she do next?

Word Count: 2.6K

Warnings: Quick mentions of anxiety and depression-like symptoms (loneliness), kind of proofread (my bad)

Notes: sorry for being late but better late than never

Links to other parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“How could she do that?”

“I mean if you went through what she went through you would do the same”

“Good riddance Y/N!”

“Please go to AEW, they need you!!”

“tbh, that was one of my favorite pipebombs ever”

“I wish her the best and hopefully she’ll come back with Sasha and Naomi”

“She should have done it differently”

“Without WWE, where is she gonna go?”

It’s been 1 month. (August 2nd, 2022)

1 month full of tweets, posts, and people just interjecting their opinions. But also 1 month of your silence. You didn’t issue any statements, no comments, no interviews. After a bold move like that, you thought you would feel better. And in some ways you did, you feel like you removed the foot that was crushing your throat; like you got rid of the poisonous thing that has been draining your life.

You felt free.

But amid that freedom was there this excruciating silence that took up your mind where you’re second-guessing everything. Now, you just wanted to be left alone with your thoughts of what to do next.

WWE removed you from all programming, posters, and promotions. They put you on blast, as they did with Mercedes and Trinity, before dropping you as a subject altogether. It’s like you didn’t exist. Liv is still the champion, but it’s only a matter of time until Ronda gets it back. No one from WWE reached out; except for Bianca, Zelina, and Liv. And you sent Liv an apology bouquet for dragging her into the situation. Christian only reached out to tell you what a mistake you were making and how you should apologize (and also how this potentially might ruin his career).

You haven’t really talked to Mercedes or Trinity as they were extremely busy in the last few months with bookings. They were off doing signings, in tv shows, and being in fashion shows (you were the first person to know that they would be in New York Fashion Week). All while you were sitting in your apartment, just trying to figure yourself out.

Daniel, Paige, and Hook all check in on you at least once a day. With Daniel and Hook living so close, they often come by to chill with you (separately of course). Paige constantly facetimed you, so in a way you didn’t feel totally alone. And today was nothing different.

“Tyler, no I can’t just magically pop up at the strip club.” You said on the phone while looking through your fridge for something to cook.

“All I’m saying is that it’s a great way to reappear in the public’s eye,” Tyler said while snickering.

You grabbed your leftovers. “And this not because you would like to go to the strip club?” You paused. “Again?”

“Noo….anyways, how are you feeling today?” He asked, changing the subject

“Better than yesterday. I feel exhausted. And I’ve spent a month doing absolutely nothing.” You groaned as you put the leftovers in the microwave. “I just want to get up and do things but I don’t know what to do or where to start.”

“Y/N, you have to take everything one step at a time. Everyone moves at different paces, you can’t rush a process that you’re not completely ready for.” Tyler calmly explained as you sat on the couch, pondering his words. “Don’t feel like you need to make a big decision now. You need to evaluate all options before making a move. And just know that you will always have people that will support you, me included.”

“That was very sweet Tyler.”

“I can be a sweet guy, sometimes.” He said making the both of you laugh. “So, how’s your lover boy? You don’t talk about him much.”

You sighed before getting up and slightly pacing around the room, “There’s nothing to talk about, we haven’t talked much these days. He’s busy doing his thing.”

“So why are you still with him?”

You stopped in your tracks before answering, “Because I love him.”

“That may be true, but are you still in love with him?”

At that moment, it felt like your world came to a stop, like when Daniel asked if you could see yourself with someone else besides Christian. It was another loaded question, yet a big question that you had to figure out the answer to sooner or later. You truly do love Christian, after all, you two have shared a lot of memories. A lot of moments where he was the sole reason for your smile, how you got butterflies in your stomach when he texted you, or how you saw your life later on with him. But now? You were tired of being cast aside by him, tired of being treated as if everything you do is wrong. You were tired of how exhausting fights were with him and how he jealous he got of others in your life. Do you feel the same way now? Do those memories and moments outweigh what has been happening recently?

You became deep in thought before being pulled out by a knocking at the door and Tyler’s voice growing louder. “Y/N? Y/N, hello?” Your head snapped back to reality (oops there goes gravity-sorry).

“Hey, sorry Tyler. I’mma have to call you later, someone’s at my door.”

He sighed but understood. “Okay, but just remember if anything happens or if you need someone, my bed always has a place for you.”

You giggled before hanging up and answering the door, to the sight of Daniel. You briefly hugged before letting him in and going to get your hot leftovers from the microwave. “Why are you here? I thought you were training today.”

“Yeah, but I haven’t heard from you.”

“Danny, I’m fine. You can go to your training session.”

“No can do, I cancelled it.”

You put down your fork, looking at the man who was now occupying your couch. “You mean to tell me that just because you didn’t hear from me, you dropped everything to check on me?” 

“Hell yeah. I just wanted to make sure that you were okay and safe. I needed to lay eyes on you.” He said getting up and walking towards you. Your heart swelled at his words. You were blessed that someone saw you that important in their life. “I just need you to call like once a day to know that you’re okay.” He said grabbing another fork and taking a bite of your leftovers. “You always make the best stirfry.”

“Danny, what should I do?”

“About the entire situation?” He raised his eyebrows. You nodded as he sighed. “To be honest Y/N, in my opinion, you need a clean slate. Then you can build whatever your heart desires. But the thing is that you already caused drama at WWE, to the point where if you go back something is sure to pop off again. You don’t need that and you damn sure don’t deserve that.”

“To be honest, I don’t know what I deserve at this point.”

Daniel sighed before grabbing your hands and staring into your eyes. “Y/N, you are an incredible woman and you deserve all the fine things in life. And if you don’t see that, you are dumb as hell.” He said making you laugh. “Anyways, what were you doing before I got here?”

“I was just on the phone with-“ And you cut yourself off, trying your best not to finish the sentence (for fear of making Daniel upset).  “Hook?” You shyly nodded as you avoided eye contact. “I don’t care if you guys talk.”  “You hate him.”

“I hate his stupid perfect hair. And the way he does his suplexes. And the way that he just gets everything he wants.” He said slowly letting go of your hands. He cleared his throat as you side-eyed him. “But yeah he’s a cool dude.”You rolled your eyes as he started to rant about work, you grabbed your phone. Your eyes started to scroll around before they widened on one particular text from an unexpected person. You started to drown him a bit as you kept in the text. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You blinked with a blank stare on your face. You slowly nodded and just said, “I have a meeting tomorrow apparently.”

“With who?”

“I don’t even wanna discuss it.” And you threw your phone across the room and placed your head under a pillow.

(August 3rd, 2022)

You woke up nervous as hell.

You didn’t know what to expect from this meeting. Will this make things worse or better for both of us?

You put on a semi-business outfit with nice shades, you did your makeup and hair very quickly. You grabbed your purse before passing Daniel (who was knocked out on the couch after all had drinks and game night) and left to rush to your meeting. You couldn’t decide if it was a blessing or a curse that your meeting was close to your apartment; you couldn’t shake your feelings as your anxiety grew to be pounding in your ears, making you almost hyperventilate. As you approached the building, you took a deep breath before walking into the plaza. You made talked to the receptionist before getting the clear to go upstairs.

You took the elevator and got out at your stop. Walking straight ahead to the doomed door. You took another deep breath before putting on a fake smile and knocking on the door. You heard a grumbled and muffled come in.

You opened the door to see the person with a smile behind a stack of papers. “You know Hunter, I never thought I would see you like this.”

“Y/N, I told you numerous times to call me Paul.”

“Hunter just rolls better.” You shook his hand as you two sat at the wooden coffee table.

Before the whole situation, Paul (Triple H) has also been one of your mentors when dealing with the wrestling business. You credit him with a lot of business moves and how your character was booked. Before your walkout, you two would talk every week (sometimes even multiple times a week). Now, this was the first time you were communicating before in a little over a month.

“I’ll get right to it. Neither Vince nor John are here, so you can be as open and honest with me as you want. Whatever is stated here will remain between the two of us.” Paul said. You nodded but you didn’t want to start right away, instead, you were trying to organize your thoughts. What could you tell him? That you were mad that things were being unfair and no one else saw that but you? That you couldn’t stand being in this company anymore as days go on. “I’ll start if you want.” He said, you nodded again.

He sighed as he tried to find the words to say. “Y/N, I’m incredibly sorry for not speaking up in the past for you. I knew of the plans and voiced my displeasure about them when Vince wanted to give the title to Ronda. I’ve tried telling them that there needs to be more substance within the women’s division and constantly giving Ronda a title is not the way to go about it, no matter how well I get along with her. But I know, what you said and done is not just based on Ronda and how Vince operates with her. It’s something much deeper”

You sighed as you started agreeing with him, “That was literally what I was trying to talk about. The women’s division needs more attention, storylines, and substance. We have women who have been with the company for several years who have been put on the back burner, women who have not been allowed to showcase their talent or improve in the ring and then get ridiculed for it, and we have the same people showing up with all the time with the same storylines with the same opponents. Or even worse, we get the short end of the stick and get our times cut when shit does over the time limit. I’m just tired of it all. And I’m tired of being the one who is always sacrificed for Ronda or someone else’s agenda. And then to top it off, we don’t get paid as much as we should, unlike our male counterparts.”

You paused before continuing, “I will admit, the way that I stated my grievances was distasteful and a bit selfish, but I didn’t know how else to get anyone to listen to me. I want to apologize for embarrassing you, and the company, and putting you and Liv in an uncomfortable position. That was never my intention, I intended to state my displeasure with the treatment of the women’s division and how we are ultimately nothing more than stepping stools to a particular figure.” You avoided his gaze and just focused on everything in the room, but him.

Paul chuckled before shaking his head, “Y/N, you did not embarrass me.” He said, making you look up at him with shock. “Shit, I mean what you did actually brought a smile to my face, that I had to hide from Vince. It made me think back to the Curtain Call incident in a way. You should never have to compromise your feelings and beliefs for this business, instead stand up for what you believe in. And you did exactly that, you stood up for what you think is right and you should do without remorse. Sometimes we have to be selfish with our agendas, cause we have to look out for ourselves at the end of it. Mercedes is doing it, Trinity is doing it, and now so are you.”

Giving a small smile, you responded, “How’s Vince taking it?”

“He wasn’t happy with it at first. But then he saw how much interaction WWE was getting and soon just decided to make it into a work. He’s open to talking and compromising, especially since your contract is expiring soon. But the question is, do you want to talk? Do you want to compromise? But first, let me ask you; when you did this, did you ever think what was gonna happen afterward?” You shook your head as he continued, “Well, then what do you want to do? Everything is your call now and I’ll explain this later, but you put us in a hard spot.”

You looked to Paul before saying, “I want a clean slate. I deserve a clean slate.”

Paul sat back in his chair, quiet for a moment. He widened his eyes as if he just thought of something, “What if I can make a deal with you? And I can give you that clean slate.”

You smiled, “I’m listening.”

—Time-Skip 1 hour later—

You walked out of the building feeling so much better than how you felt coming in. You squealed with excitement as you believed everything was coming into place and you were gonna get your peace back. That your slate, your canvas was clear. But then you shortly realized that it wasn’t, your slate wasn’t all the way cleared. You sat down on a nearby bench, getting out your phone. You pressed the phone icon before scrolling to a certain contact, your finger hovered over it before pressing it to dial. Lifting the phone to your ear to speak, the call quickly went to voicemail after two rings. You brought down your hand to end the call, but after quick consideration, you put it back up just in time to hear the voice message beep.

You took a breath in and said, “Hey, I just wanted to say thanks for everything for the past couple of years. Even though shit’s been going south lately and we aren’t what we use to be, I love you and I’ll still love you. I know you’re thinking about deleting this message already but I just want to say one more thing….

We’re over Christian.”

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#aew #all elite wrestling #wwe #aew imagines #aew fics #wwe fics #wwe imagines #all elite wrestling imagines #aew hook #aew hook imagine #daniel garcia imagine #daniel garcia #daniel garcia fic #aew hook x reader #wrestling imagine #women's wrestling #wwe carmelo imagine #wwe carmelo

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theship-thewalrus · 2 years

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our final moments together

ser harwin strong x gender netural!reader

you reflect on your final moments with your lover, Harwin, before you were informed he died

word count: 450 words reading time: about 2 minutes warnings: mentions of death, blood and fire

Harwin was fine the last time you had seen him, he smiled softly at you, leaning down to kiss you on top of your head. You remember the words he spoke to you, his deep but soft voice whispering in your ears. "I'll miss you, you know. I wish I could take you with me." You remember what you said, the way you smiled up at him but had to squint slightly due to the sun. "Why not bring me with you?" Your voice had been almost pleading, but he looked down at you with a soft smile shaking his head. "You know why. I'll be back soon enough." A soft kiss was placed on your lips before he left, at times you willed yourself to remember what his lips felt on yours,

But Harwin never returned to you. You never got to gaze upon his deep chocolate eyes, to hear his deep voice whisper some gossip he heard into your ear, to feel his firm and warm embrace. For during his time home, Harrandel Hall, a fire had broke out killing his father and him. The fire was too powerful and aggressive for anyone to try and stop it. From what you had heard most of the Hall was no longer standing reduced to nothing but ash. Burning alive was one of the worst ways to die, the feeling of your skin warming, your blood boiling in your body. Thinking he died in such a horrible way, brought tears to your eyes.

When the message reached you, how he had died, you felt your heart shatter. You refused to believe what you were told, praying it was some sick joke being played on you. But it wasn't it was the raw truth. "You're lying, he can't be dead." You hated how you could hear your voice break, it waver for a moment as the information slowly set in. But they bowed their head, saying it once more with confidence and truth, something they could not fake. "...No...N-Noo!" Your body felt weak, your knees buckling under you as your body hits the stone floor under you. Uncontrollable, aggressive sobs left you, your whole body racking with each cry.

For days you were inconsolable for weeks after that, no amount of soft words or other people's sorry looks could help heal your broken heart. For Harwin's death left an unfillable hole in your heart that nothing would be able to fill. That night the fire took his life a part of you died too. Because you loved him with your entire heart, with your entire being and you only pray he knew that. For you could have never conveyed such a strong feeling through words.

#harwin strong x reader #harwin strong imagines #harwin x reader #ser harwin strong x reader #house of the dragon imagines #hotd x reader #house of the dragon x reader #hotd imagines

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kikioffe-prime · 9 months

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locked room

One shot of stellaron hunters being like family.

"Bladie finnaly sent me a messege back" Kafka turned to Silverwolf.

"What does this say? Should i teleport you to him?" She made a bubblegum baloon before it popped.

"He said 'Im fine' but it took him quite a while to type it out so yea. I gues you should teleport me to him" Silver nodded before taking Kafka's phone and typing something.

"Oh ho he is in a closed off room. I can only get you outside of the door." She handed the phone back.

"Looks like he isnt doing all that well" Kafka turned off the phone and put it in her pocket.

"Yea, he clealry was aware of us wanting to see him" She then teleported the woman onto the closest area to the closed off room. It was pretty dark around. A hallway empty. The building looked like it was recently abonded.

She stood in place trying to listen in and see if theer was anyone in the area. Her look she could hear someone's fast breath. Bingo. SHe slowly and quietly got closer to the sound.

She managed to get close to a door. Blade was isnide but Silver did say the room was locked from insdie.

"...Kafka.." A quite and weak voice came from isndie the room. She smiled and sat down. Her back pressing onto the door.

"Hi Bladie. You said you were fine but wanted to see for myself" He didnt respond for a good while. His breath has gotten slower and quieter.

"...Im fine.." He finnaly responded. Kafka knew it was a lie.

"Bladie, listen. You dont have to act all strong and tuff you know? If anything happens i am here." He didnt respond. But Kafka knew Blade listened.

"I consider you family. You, Silver, Sam and even Ellio. I will stay here until you are willing to leave" She could hear him move. There was a groan. Kafka could only imagine that he was wounded.

"...hmm... okey" Kafka stood up as she could hear Blade grab the handle and slowly pushe the door open before almsot falling on the floor. SHe grabbed him right away.

"There there. You got beaten up pretty badly hmm?" She pulled him up. Helping him stand.

"I will text Silver to get us both back. Just stay with me until then" She pulled out her phone. Blade stayed silent for a long while. Eeven after being teleported back.

His wounds werent all that terrible but tehy werent all that good either. He fell alseep after being rebandaged. Silver Wolf gave him YEt another plushie she won from a claw machine. It was a black long cat.

SIlver got back to gaming after giving the man the prize. She had no sue for it. SHe didnt care for the goal but for the fun while reaching it. Sam took notice of that.

"You will drown that man in plushies one day" He chuckled ashe handed her some bags of chips and a bottle of carbonated sode.

"He cant sleep without having atleast one around. And seeing how awfully he treats his phone i doubt the plush will last one week." She said as she opened one of the bags.

"Oh and thanks for the food" Sam simply nodded and left and walked up to the sleeping man.

"Hmm...oh" He swithly left and came back with a soft blanket. Covering the man up.

"Sleep well little hunter." He then quietly left the room and entered the one where Kafka and Ellio were discusing something.

"Oh you are back. How did Silver Wolf react to the little present?" Kafka asked first. To which Sam just got a thumbs up. A typical reaction from SIlver.

"And how about Blade. How is he doing?" Ellio asked next. They arent around all that much but they still care alot Alot.

"He is sleeping well. Silver Wolf once again handed him another giant plushie. This time a long black cat...noo i wont call it 'My brother' Kafka" The man looked towards the woman who laughed in responce.

"Well i mean, he normaly sleeps only like 2 hours, and always it ends with him waking up in cold sweat or screaming. Thats only one way i can have him sleep and not faint in a middle of a mission from exhaustion"

Ellio nodded to the information. "buy him soft thing.Noted"

"You dont ahev to , Im sure Silver Wolf will soon win another giant teddy bear or something again" Kafka reasured the other.

"Yea soon she will burry the poor guy in them" Sam chuckled.

The three continued the conversation, while Silver Wolf was trying to defeat 'Otto Apocalypse' in that one game of hers while Blade was sleeping relativly peacfully. Covered in plushies and a blanket.

#honkai star rail #short #short story #blade hsr #silver wolf #hsr #kafka #hsr kafka #kafka honkai star rail #Sam hsr #Sam honkai star rail #Ellio hsr #Ellio honkai star rail #stellaron hunters

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benisasoftboi · 1 year

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I recently purchased the Teletubbies' official Pride tank top, and it is the funniest thing I own. I do think it's a pretty naked example of rainbow capitalism - the slogan 'Big Hugs Big Love' is neither obviously Pride themed, nor even obviously Teletubbies themed, almost as though it was deliberately designed to not be easily associated with their brand if seen by homophobes in public - so I do feel that I may have contributed to something bad here, but it delights me so much to tell people what, exactly, it is that I am wearing. It's just so bizarre that this brand even has Pride merch.

Although, of course, the Teletubbies do have a long history of being associated with gay people. There have been little incidents, like the Talking Po doll that sounds like its calling you a slur, but the most famous is of course the accusations of Tinky Winky's homosexuality during the late 90s. Tinky Winky is purple, and carries a purse, and has a triangle antenna, which were all seen as signs of the gay agenda by conservative pundits. This was of course denied because it was the 90s, and it was a children's show, and also all of the Teletubbies were meant to be little babies themselves. However, in the modern day, the story is very different - Teletubbies has clearly become more comfortable associating itself with LGBT people, and also the Teletubbies are now canonically grown-ups. We know this because in 2021, the official Teletubbies Twitter account took a break from astrology posts to let us know that the Teletubbies are fully vaccinated against COVID-19, including pictures of the vaccine cards. Setting aside the strangeness of their second vaccine dates being two weeks in the future from time of posting, and also written American-style despite the Teletubbies being British, these cards importantly provided us with the Teletubbies birthday - February 2, 2003. This is, admittedly, also very strange, as 2003 was after the show's original run ended, but it does indicate the Teletubbies are legally adults, and thus, speculating about their sexualities is now on the table.

The Twitter account has never outright stated that Tinky Winky is gay, but they've heavily implied it (for example, saying he was 'Born This Way' in a tweet at Lady Gaga - one of many unsolicited tweets they've made at various pop stars - or a screenshot of his AOL status mentioning how fabulous he is). They also once suggested that Po and Laa Laa are dating, which, if true, would make Dipsy the only straight one. This makes sense to me, as Dipsy's always had issues with toxic masculinity. I had the Teletubbies CD-ROM game as a kid, and in the rolling game (where you had the Teletubbies roll down a hill and bump into various objects to trigger cut scenes), if Dipsy rolled into the pink skirt, he would act disgusted by it and run away. None of the others objected in this way, and would simply wear the skirt and do a little dance - including Tinky Winky. Going by Twitter now, though, Dipsy seems like a really firm ally to his friends, so I think he may have left that issue in 2006, and all the better for it, I say.

Also, I couldn't find a place to mention this, but Noo Noo uses they/them pronouns.

#teletubbies #tinky winky #cbeebies #kids shows #pride #sometimes i realise i know an abnormal amount about something

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spacecadet-ticklesinspace · 1 year

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This is a fun little prompt idea i had!

One of my favorite ideas are wake up tickles! When i think of the spidey boys, i can see Peter 2 and Peter 3 both being up and Peter 1 still being asleep and they want to wake him up and obviously they agree there is only one way to do it, with tickles!

"Alright One, its noon, you gotta wake up!"

Ler!peter2 and ler!peter3 lee!peter1

(Awww, this is adorable ❤️ wake up tickles are just top tier because they're so much fun to play around with :) you can be fun, aggressive tickler or you can be soft, gentle tickler depending on the situation ❤️ It's a win-win either way! Hope you enjoy Anon, and thank you :))

"Alright One, it's noon, you gotta wake up!"

"Mm!" One whined.

"Looks like someone stayed up past their bed time again," Two teased as he sat on one side of the youngest.

Peter 3 sat on the other side. "Ignored bedtimes make for cranky teenagers."

"Mmmnot," One mumbled and curled into a ball.

Peter 2 and 3 shared a look. Their baby brother always argued he wasn't adorable but then he would do the cutest little things.

Peter 3 ruffled One's curls. "You can't sleep all day Bug, you gotta get up."

Peter 1 pulled the blanket over his head. "Nooooo!"

"Peter, you have 10 seconds to get out of bed or else," Two warned.

There was a huff from under the covers before everything fell quiet again.

Three shrugged his shoulders. "Well, you warned him."

Peter 2 sighed as he grabbed an ice cube out of the water cup left on the youngest's nightstand. "They just don't listen do they."

Three watched as the oldest rubbed the ice cube together in his hands. "What are we going to do about it Two?"

Two dropped the rest of the ice cube back into the cup. "Simple."

Peter 1's upper body popped into view as the blanket was yanked away. Without thinking, One covered his eyes with his arm. This movement allowed Two to quickly shove his now cold hands under the youngest's shirt.

One squealed. "AHH! WAHAIT!"

Two's frozen fingers skittered across his belly. "Wakey wakey."

"NAAAAH YOU JEHERK!"

Peter 2 pulled his hands out from One's shirt. "Are you going to get up?"

Peter 1 groaned and covered his eyes with hishands. "Don't wahant to."

Both older brothers noted the small smile tugging at the corners of One's mouth.

Peter 2 wiggled his cold fingers into the youngest's neck. "Come on, where's that little face?"

One turtled into his shoulders. "NOO!"

"Yohou're doing ihit wrong Two." Three gently pushed his older brother aside. "Let me show you how it's done."

Peter 3 then placed two fingers on each One's sides then began walking his fingers up. "Come out, come out wherever yohou are."

Peter 1 broke into bubbly giggles that made both his older brothers grin. Then Peter 3 slipped a pinch to One's ribs.

The youngest's hands shot down to grab the middle brother's wrists. "AHH! Hehey!"

"Thehere he is!"

"And you claim you aren't cute," Peter 2 cooed.

While Peter 3 resumed his attack on his ribs, Peter 2 added in some light pinches to his cheeks. The double attack kept him squirming in multiple different directions and a dark blush burned across his cheeks.

After a couple more moments of friendly torture, the older two released the youngest. Peter 1 curled into a ball of airy giggles.

"Ahare you ready to get uhup now?" Two teased.

One whined. "Fihihine."

"Come on Bug! We want to go have some fun!" Three exclaimed.

Peter 1 pushed himself up. "What did yohou want to do?"

"Well, the park's not too far," Peter 2 replied.

"The weather's perfect too!" Three sprang to his feet. "Come on!"

The youngest jumped out of bed. He had been begging for a park trip all week but they just hadn't had the time.

A moment later, both younger brothers bounded out of the room with Peter 2 strolling behind.

#lee peter 1 #ler peter 2 #ler peter 3

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thechloediary · 11 months

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#bokuaka + rings | kids #bkak , comfort/fluff

koutarou loves going to the playground. he loves sledding, playing hopscotch, and other outside activities that are available in the play area close to his house. he goes to the playground every afternoon with his childminder whom he is with most of the time due to both his parents working full time.

and even though he loves going to the playground everyday, there is one day in the week he prefers to the others: wednesdays. there is another child, a boy around his age, who comes to the playground every single wednesday. and it is the only day he comes.

it took them some time before talking, bokuto had noticed that the other child was quite shy and he got scared at first. but when he saw how genuine koutarou was, he approached him on his own with a small “hi.” it was barely audible but still, it made bokuto give him his best toothy smile.

bokuto learned that the boy’s name was akaashi keiji and that he was one year younger than him. now, about a month later, akaashi is still not much of a talker. but he always always makes sure to nod and smile when bokuto talks so that he can know that akaashi listens to what he says, even though he doesn’t always reply. and koutarou doesn’t care if keiji doesn’t talk, he is just happy that the boy plays with him. koutarou really likes keiji.

after some more time, bokuto becomes “kou” (koutarou was way too long), and so akaashi becomes “ji-ji.” with the permission of both their parents, keiji even came to koutarou’s house a few times, and vice versa. this would happen mostly on rainy days – because they can’t go to the playground with such weather – but they absolutely didn’t want to miss their wednesday afternoons together. koutarou became keiji’s comfort person.

however, their little routine has to stop soon now that koutarou turned 6 and has to go to school. and the more the start of school approaches, the more keiji becomes anxious. bokuto tried to tell him that they would remain friends no matter what, that it changed nothing to him. but the younger boy still has difficulties believing him, afraid that he would be left alone just like his parents when they left him with his grandma.

so bokuto got an idea. on the tuesday prior to their last wednesday afternoon together before his school year starts, he spent the whole afternoon making a gift for akaashi that he was sure the younger boy would like.

he arrives the next day to the playground and directly runs to akaashi as soon as he spots him, holding a small box in his hand and wearing a huge smile on his face.

“ji-ji! i made you a gift!” he yells to the other boy even before having reached him.

“a gift?” akaashi replied, confusion written on his face.

“yes! because it’s our last day together before i go to school next week.” he says, and he sees how akaashi’s smile vanishes and tears start to gather in his eyes at his statement.

he quickly takes something out of his box and gives it to akaashi, “noo don’t cry ji-ji! look. i made you a ring.”

and yes, there is a small ring made of colorful pearls in keiji’s hands. bokuto tries to decipher akaashi’s facial expression but he can’t. he doesn’t look as happy as he thought he would and it kind of makes him sad. “do you… not like it?” he asks with a tiny unsure voice, trying his best to not sound too sad, he wouldn’t want to make akaashi feel guilty. after all, he decided this on his own so it’s his fault if his friend doesn’t like it.

“is it… as a goodbye?” akaashi asks then, his voice as tiny and unsure as bokuto’s was just a moment before. koutarou has his head down and so hasn’t noticed that akaashi is crying until he hears him let out a small sob. he instantly raises his head, a shocked and confused expression on his face.

“no! not at all!” he gets something else out of his box and then puts the box on the ground so that he can have his hands free. “look,” he shows his open left hand to keiji. “i have one too!”

and yes, at the center of koutarou’s palm, lies a very similar small ring made of the same colorful pearls. the way akaashi’s face lit up at the realization has to be one of bokuto’s favorite sight, ever. “we’re matching?” keiji asks in a small sheepish voice, his cheeks tinted pink.

“yeah we are!!” bokuto replies enthusiastically. “i made them as a promise that we will stay best friends forever!” he says with a huge grin on his face.

akaashi starts crying again and bokuto panics because /what if he misread something?/ but akaashi tells him that he doesn’t really know why he’s crying because he feels really happy, and so bokuto believes what his friend says. he hugs him very tightly, and keiji happily reciprocates the hug with the same intensity.

“you’re my favorite person, ji-ji!”

“you’re my favorite person too, kou.”

–

they both kept their promise rings as if it was their most precious belonging, even though with time they couldn’t fit them anymore. but that’s okay because, eighteen years later, koutarou gives another ring to keiji – this time the ring is a promise that they will stay husbands forever. and, exactly like the first time, akaashi cries in his soon-to-be husband’s arms, hugging each other as tight as possible.

// end.

#bokuaka #bkak #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction

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sentientcave · 2 months

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WIP WEDNESDAY - 141 Paranormal Investigators

BEST TIME OF THE YEAR EVERY WEEK. WIP WEDNESDAY BAYBEE Had this silly idea for a fic where the lads are like, youtube ghost/monster hunters who get accidentally stranded in a weird American town. I haven't been working on it very much because I really want to get Impound done next but this is such a fun concept I really want to revisit it soon.

I have a lot more plotted out for it than I do for Impound but I'm not really a planner so who knows what I'll keep and what I'll toss. But feel free to ask me about it if you've got questions! I went on about this with everyone's favourite black cat, Morg, for like a full afternoon so I have a lot to say.

“— And while we didn’t find any sign of hauntings in this forgotten corner of Washington state, we did get to see some truly facinating peices of America’s history during the Gold Rush.” “Thanks for watching! Don’t forget to like and subscribe, and follow us here and here for more updates on our Great American Roadtrip!”

“Not bad, Si,” Gaz said, closing the laptop with a satisfied snap. “Once we get to the motel we can upload it.” “Do ye always have to use such unflatterin’ shots of me?” Johnny asked, pouting a little in the backseat next to Gaz. “I didnae do all that much yellin’, but from tha’ ye’d think it was all I was ever doin’.” “I’m jus’ givin’ the people what they want, Johnny,” Simon said, eyes laughing. “And it’s you wet, shirtless, scratched up and screamin’ bloody murder.” “I wasnae screamin’,” Johnny protested, running a hand over his shaggy mohawk. “I was just expressin’ myself.” “Loudly,” Gaz added, helpful as ever. “And in a very high frequency.” “Awa’ an’ bile yer heid, ye fuckin’ roaster. I wasnae screamin’.” “Sounded like screamin’ to me,” Price said, giving the two younger men in the backseat a stern look through the rearview mirror. “Now settle down. I’m not listenin’ to six more hours of this.” “Might be more’n tha’,” Johnny said, leaning forward, hooking a brawny arm over Simon’s shoulder, blue eyes scouting the valley below as they crested another bump in the road. “Traffic ahead. S’never a good sign when there’s vehicles lined up in the mountains.” “Bloody hell,” Price grumbled. “Why’s this country got to be so fuckin’ big?” “Where’s that bloody map?” Simon asked, yanking the glove box open. “Maybe there’s a way around.” “Might no’ be a good idea,” Johnny said uneasily. “We could get lost easy.” “You want to sit in fuckin’ inchin’ traffic for twelve hours?” Simon asked. “There’s a road off here—” He held up the map and jabbed his finger on a side road off the main highway. “Just before that bloody mess. It’ll be on the left— Take us up and around, looks like.” “Why is no one else takin’ it then?” Johnny asked, voice gaining the extra burr it always did preceding an increase in volume. He wasn’t shouting yet, but all three of the others knew the signs to look out for. “No one uses physical maps anymore,” Gaz said soothingly. “Maybe it got unlisted. Private road? If someone stops us we can always turn around.” “I’m takin’ it,” Price grunted, turning off of the paved asphalt road and onto the narrower gravel one. “I’d rather be movin’, at least. If I wanted to sit in traffic I’d drive around London.” “Oh suit yerselves.” Johnny pushed himself back into his seat and crossed his arms. “Don’t listen to the fella that actually grew up around anythin’ bigger than a hill. Noo, wouldnae wan’ ta do tha’.” “Relax, Soap.” Price used his stern teaching voice, the one that could command a rowdy hall of college students (most of whom only took his class because they thought it would be an easy credit) to be quiet and pay attention. “If we get lost you’ll get to gloat about bein’ right, how about that?” “Rather no’ get lost, but Ah suppose it’ll do.”

#Wip Wednesday #Cave Writing #141 Paranormal Investigators #I just love getting a little silly with it

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