#cooper day fanfiction

[not-alien-girl-v]

hii! could i request a cooper day fluff? maybe reader and coop are friends and end up confessing their feelings for each other whilst listening to music in his room (bc i feel like that fits with his vibe)

thank u 💕

warning: language

summary: short short wholesome read the ask because that’s what happens in this. not edited and reader is strong willed and ultimately mecore

“she’s so right, nothing does compare to a quiet evening alone with you,” i taunted at him. i’m not really sure how this came about, me and him, being as close of friends as we are.

i can’t even remember when we first met, he was just around a lot, and eventually we grew some type of bond between one another. for instance, we had the same taste in music and fashion, which is enough to base a friendship off of.

crushcrushcrush by paramore played over his cd player and he had settled into his bed with a graphic novel of some sort, something worth teasing him over due to how nerdy it was, and in the meantime, i found myself on the floor of his bedroom, for whatever reason, it was more comfortable than his cheap desk chair, so i didn’t mind it too much.

the day has come and passed us yet, a doctors appointment in the morning and a dinner with his family i had to endure until it was just us alone together again, as we so often are these days.

“is it?” he responded rather weakly, obviously not really hearing me. i know i tend to talk too much about anything and everything, and he does try his best to hear me out for what i really mean, but at the moment he was too invested in the book he held.

“yeah,” i collected myself up off the floor and stretched out my limbs wide into the air like a star. he stole a quick glance my way but acted as though he didn’t. back to his book went his eyes.

i came closer to him, sitting on the side of his bed and carelessly laying back, resting on his blanket covered middle.

“ow, you’re squishing me,” he whined and poked my forehead but i refused to break.

“oh deal with it, you big baby,” i stared up at the ceiling where there wasn’t anything, no decorations, just the barren white color the rest of his walls are painted, and you would be able to see had he not put posters wall to wall everywhere else. i was about to point it out to him, ask him why he chose to do that, seriously, i was on the verge of spewing the words from my mouth when he beat me to it.

“do you really like hanging out with me that much?” he didn’t look up from his book but i sensed he was jittery.

“huh?”

“when you quoted the lyrics in the song. is it true? do you really like being around me all the time?”

“of course,” the room was cold and it was autumn so there was good reason for it.

he fell silent and i let him.

“why, do you not?” i sat up and made direct eye contact, like i was about to scold him for his potentially negative answer.

“no, i do, trust me, i do.” he still wouldn’t look up from his book so i decided to break out my best attention grabbing tactics.

“so, are we in love now, or what?” never breaking eye contact once, he didn’t look away.

“well i know i am, i don’t know about you.”

my own plan worked against me. now i was the one bamboozled. “wait what?”

“you heard me.” i could not stand this for a second longer so i ripped the book out of his hands and placed it open face down on the sheets next to me, ensuring he wouldn’t lose his place.

his hands now empty, he sat up. “i’m serious. i like you. i really hope you like me too, since things are gonna be weird if you don’t, but if you don’t, it’s fine, you don’t have to.”

“wait, no, i do. i like you too, yeah, i just, i don’t know, i didn’t know if this was like… that kind of thing, what we have. i thought it was more we just stay friends for years and ignore whatever else is happening between us,” i rambled to him and he reached out and grabbed my hand to hold in his.

“i wanna be more if you wanna be more.”

i nodded, happily, with a stupid big smile on my face, “yeah, yeah, i’d like that a lot, actually. so, what? do we like make out now or something?”

he shrugged, “maybe,” and picked up where he left off in his graphic novel. i laughed and shoved his shoulder, laying back down. what an asshole.

#ahs #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters #evan peters x reader #evan peters x you #fluff #cooper day #cooper day x reader #cooper day fanfiction #cooper day fluff

[finniestoncrane]

Is That A Threat?

Cooper Howard x Fem!Reader, word count: 500 episode 4 really did something to me!! no spoilers for the show, just cooper and reader out in the wasteland together being filthy and flirty🤎 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: teasing, rope restraints, just some tension loaded flirting

"Boy, you just aren't afraid of me at all, are ya?"

Cooper flicked the brim of his hat with a gloved finger, his deep set eyes meeting yours, squinting slightly as the unbearable glint of the sun obstructed his vision. Despite the jovial undertone of his words you could tell that he was, even slightly, put out by this fact. Fear was one of his strongest tools. It gave him his power, and he wanted to be able to exert that over you, even just a little bit. So you shuffled your feet in a false display of naiviety, kicking up the dry dust.

"Should I be? I mean... are you going to shoot me, Mister Howard?"

"I was more thinking that maybe you should be afraid of my demeanor, or at least my looks, little lady. But you should always be afraid of me shooting you..."

He raised the shotgun, pointing the barrell at your chest, winking as he aimed, his finger far away from the trigger.

"...That is a permanent source of danger."

With an eyebrow raised, you took a delicate step forward, everything else about the wasteland blurring around you as your attention focused on the ghoul who stood before you, casting a still and steady shadow on the wall behind him. It only moved when he shifted back a step, keeping the distance between you both.

"Is that a threat, Coop?"

"You’re getting’ to be awful Informal, missy."

"I think we're past formalities, don't you?"

You raised your hands, ready to grip the lapels of the tattered, leather duster coat he wore, but Cooper was quicker than you. In what felt like the length of time it took you to blink, albeit a slow and sultry one, you could feel the ropes of his lasso around your wrists, tightening, sharp on your sensitive, sun damaged skin.

"We ain't past nothin' yet, darlin'... not till I know you can behave the way I expect you to. Now can you do that?"

Sinking to your knees before him, you rested your fingers against the buckle of his belt, leaning towards him, mouth slightly open. But your attention was pulled from the tenting at the front of his dusty, worn pants as his gloved finger settled under your chin, tilting your gaze up to meet his, deep set eyes surrounded by wrinkled, leathery skin, worn with the sun and his deceptive age.

Knowing what he expected, how he liked it, you pulled what little saliva you had left in your mouth, sucking it from your cheeks and letting it spill out in a pathetic drop over your lips.

"That's a good girl right there. Won't have to punish you at all if you keep that up."

"That a threat, Coop?"

His thumb tapped the barrell of the gun on his hip.

"It is indeed, darlin'. It is indeed."

#two in one day fellas #the batjokes one had been finished for a while lmao #but i've been playing fallout for the past two days so i was in the MOOD lmao #fallout #fallout amazon #x reader #finnie writes #cooper howard #the ghoul #fallout fic #cooper howard x reader #the ghoul x reader #cooper howard fanfiction #cooper howard x fem!reader #fallout tv series

[apalapucian]

james asks, "think you can do fifty push-ups in two minutes?"

sirius lights up at once. "i'm not your problem. it's them you're gonna have to worry about."

footsteps approach, the meager light dancing on the carpet again. james tears his eyes from the chandelier just as lily hooks her arm around his. peter is next to her, and remus joins sirius, but he has inspected the wall and he is not letting that touch his clothes.

"i don't think it's push-ups anymore," lily informs them, having heard just the tail of their conversation. "i think it's just paperwork now. marlene's stuck at the fenwicks' sorting documents for that firecracker thing."

"great," says peter. "that means i can come this time."

"i preferred the push-ups," says james.

"i fucking hate paperwork," agrees sirius.

"not all of us are obnoxious athletes who have iron bodies from playing quidditch since birth," says remus.

sirius turns to him. "aw, moony. you think i have an iron body?"

"lily knows i have an iron body," says james.

"i make it a point to remember everyone's redeeming quality," says lily, "especially when they have just the one."

remus laughs.

"so," peter puts in, "how are we getting out of here? we can't apparate and the doors are forbidden."

james eyes the chandelier again. "can anyone get that down?"

— i love you, just like this (in which lily and the marauders sneak out of an order meeting to just be. a fic about nothing, but also everything. read the whole thing on ao3 ♡ )

#jily #jily* #jily fic #marauders #marauders era #jily fanfiction #jily fanfic #jple #james x lily #james potter x lily evans #order jily #but like #fluff order jily #kids order jily #it's just them gallivanting about basically #but there are also ✨✨✨surprises✨✨✨ #pls read it this week is terrible i need a win #and bad day wall is... not cooperating #thank u

[dragonpyre]

Is there a WiP that you really love the idea of and want to finish so you can read it?

Yes, actually!

Jason Todd centric, as always. But an au where Shiela Haywood as well as some other unethical doctors worked with Ra’s experimenting with Lazarus waters on unborn fetus’. It was a trial run by Ra’s to see if he could create a self healing person (for him to later steal the body of (cough) Damian (cough). Jason was the only surviving subject and got turned over to Ra’s by Shiela.

Bruce witnessed the transaction cuz he was studying at the league at that time. Upon seeing it, he realized he couldn’t let that stand and stole the baby away in the night (with Talia’s help). Booked it back to Gotham where he passed the baby off as his own son.

Fast forward a few years and Talia comes in to warn him that Ra’s suspects Bruce for stealing his “property”. They then bang

More things happen. Angst things. Attempted murder. Actually murder. And Dick Grayson is there

#ask #I really wanna write this one day honestly #but the writing juices need to cooperate #wip #Batman #dc #fanfiction #fanfic

[depressopax]

Your voice - Dale Cooper x gn!reader SMUT

Fandom - Twin Peaks

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI! PWP, Dom!reader/Sub!Dale. Phone sex, guided masturbation, cuss words, orgasm denial, degradation & praise.  Words: 1.4K Summary: After days apart from each other, reader and Dale decide to try phone sex to release tension.  English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || AO3 link || Masterlist || Request || 

It’s been a long day, and Dale sighs and collapses on top of the hotel bed. The king sized bed is a bitter reminder that he has no one to share it with. He’s away from home this week, working on a new case. Maybe he’s a bit overdramatic. He knows you’re waiting for him at home, but still, he missed you, though it’s only been four days. Dale has gotten used to spending his evenings with you, to touch you and fall asleep cuddled up together. But not now. He dials your number on his phone and closes his eyes as he sinks into the pillow. He waits patiently for you to pick up and listens to the waiting tone. 

“Dale!” 

“God I miss you.” He whines, not being able to hold back the neediness in his tone. Your laugh on the other line makes him shiver. “And your voice.”

“I miss you too, Dale…” The words are strong enough to melt his heart. He smiles, even if you can’t see how happy he is to talk to you. “How was your day?”

He tells you about the case, keeping you updated without spilling too much details. 

“How was your day?” He murmurs and loosens the tie, getting comfortable in bed. As always, he listens to your words but his mind quickly wanders other places. He feels a tingle in his chest and starts imagining you next to him in the cold hotel bed, keeping him warm and entertained while he tops you, or the other way around. His mind gets more dirty and he gets less attentive to your words, and more focused on his own arousal and fantasies. He lets out a grunt and you go quiet on the other line. With shame, he realizes how loud he was.

“S-sorry, I just…” He sits up in bed, his face flushed. “I got distracted. Go on”

“...Were you even listening?” 

“...Not really. I’m sorry…” 

And he means it. He presses the phone tightly against his ear and tries ignoring the naughty thoughts occupying his mind.

“Jeez, Dale… What’s going on in your head?” You don’t sound angry, rather amused. 

“About you. And all things I wanna do to you.” Dale breathes. 

“Go on.” 

“I miss you so much. Your lips around my cock, your warmth enveloping me… And I want to be between your legs.” 

“Such a slut for me.” You murmur and the raspy voice makes him grow harder and more uncomfortable in the suit pants. 

“Your fault, sunflower.” 

“Are you touching yourself?”

“No…”

“Do it.” He chuckles nervously, hoping it will get him out of the situation. “What’s the matter, Coop?” 

Your boyfriend swallows hard and squeezes his eyes shut. He’s losing control of the situation and feels a mix of arousal and embarrassment. You challenging him only makes him more frustrated. He’d do anything to have you right now. 

“Dale?”

“Hmmm? Yea, I’m here.”

“Touch yourself for me.”“I’m not gonna-”

“It was not a question.” The authority your voice carries has Dale shivering. Slowly, he pulls his zipper down, loud enough for you to hear on the other line. The tension is palpable and it feels like his heartbeat is echoing in the quiet hotel room and he strips himself down. The sound of rain pattering against the window only adds to the tension as he frees his erection. 

“Babe?” Dale's voice is hoarse and he sits up slightly in bed, swallowing hard and waiting for your next order. He feels awkward in this position. He’s never done phone sex before, but doing it with you is arousing.

“Good boy. Guess what I’m doing?”

“Oh god…” He grunts. You don’t need to finish the sentence for him to know you’re touching yourself to the sound of his voice. “You’re killing me here, darlin’....”

He bites his lip and brings his hand down, finally stroking his length since he’s not able to hold back anymore. His grunts and your moans fill the silence and for a second and it feels like you’re right there, next to him. Dale closes his eyes and pretends it's your hand satisfying him like this. Your skilled hands would only make it all feel more pleasurable. You know exactly what he likes and where he’s sensitive. 

“You close?”

“Fuck… So close, darlin’...” 

“Don’t” His hand slows down and he chuckles. He feels more bold now, and whispers directly into the speaker of his phone.

“Yea? What are you gonna do about it, love? It’s not like you can stop me from cumming, nor can you ‘punish me’” He taunts while stroking himself faster again, leaking white pearls of pre-cum over his knuckles and slender fingers. Your silence is the answer to his teasing. 

“Let’s see if you’re this sassy when I spend hours edging you. Just wait til’ you come home, babe.” 

“You’re so cruel my love…” Dale murmurs and moans loudly, his hand moving frantically over himself. His cock twitches in his hand as he spills thick ropes of warm release that warms his cold hand. 

“Oh, but I mean it” 

Dale's head is spinning and he drops his hand to the mattress, panting for air. 

“We’re not done yet, Coop.” You coo, your voice sounding sweet yet menacing. Your boyfriend shivers. “Did I tell you to stop wanking?”

“...No.”

He grunts and pretends to start again, grunting into the speaker to convince you he’s being obedient. 

“Oh Dale… You think I’m dumb? Use your hand.”

He’s startled. Do you know him that well? Enough to know when he’s pretending? With a sigh, he starts rubbing himself to grow erect again. 

“Fuck… Talk dirty to me.” 

“You don’t deserve it.” 

Your words cut like a knife and he struggles to obey your order. 

“Are you gonna be good?”

“Yes…” He pants in pure frustration as he tries getting a boner up.

“Beg.”

“Please, sweetheart… Darling, I need you. I’ll do anything,”

“That’s the spirit. I’ll keep you to that promise when you get home”

“My love… Please, help me out here.”

He groans, feeling the pent up frustration blur his mind. After being quiet for a bit only to torment your lover and make him desperate, you finally talk to him, in a smooth voice.

“If I was with you… I’d kneel for you, seating myself between your legs.”

Dale pants in anticipation, seeing the image flash before his eyes. His lust for you dizzies him and he remembers all the times you’ve sucked him off, how beautiful you look with your mouth full of him. 

“I’d make you cum so damn hard, before sliding you into me.”

He moans and once again grows hard with the help of your voice. 

“Touching myself right now, darlin’”

“I want you to imagine that’s me, squeezing around you.”

“Fuck, yes…” He grips his cock tighter and throws his head back. Sweat drips down his forehead and he jerks into his own hand involuntarily, desperate for release.

“Faster.” You order and he is too aroused to be a brat. His hand moves faster and the wet sounds of your phone sex session lays thick in the air and reduces the sound of rain against the window. Dale’s whole body is sweaty and you moan into the speaker to encourage him to continue. He can imagine you touching yourself back home, stretched out in bed with a hand between your legs. 

“Faster, Dale.” 

It practically hurts now. He continues abusing his stiff, aching cock, waiting for approval to release the tension.

“So fuckin’ close, my love…” He growls. 

“Me too.” You admit, panting loudly. “Together.”

“Together.” He repeats and finally, at your signal, releases once again, whimpering loudly as he explodes, his load painting his hand and stomach. “Fuck… That was-”

“Amazing.” You say hoarsely. The two of you lay in separate beds, and although you’re miles apart, it feels like there’s no distance between the two of you, and the connection of two hearts.

“God… I love you. I miss you so much”

“I love you too, baby. I can’t wait for you to come home.”

Neither can he. He falls asleep feeling more relaxed than he’s felt since he left home. The reason? 

Your voice. 

#twin peaks #smut #dale cooper #x reader #dale cooper brainrot #dale cooper fanfic #dale cooper x reader #dale cooper smut #special agent dale cooper #agent cooper #agent dale cooper #twin peaks fanart #twin peaks x reader #twin peaks fire walk with me #twin peaks dale cooper #twin peaks day #twin peaks fanfic #twin peaks smut #dale cooper fanfiction #dale cooper headcanons #twin peaks the return #dale x reader #fanfic writing #fanfic authors #fanfiction writer #fluff and smut #one shot #x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader

[rgbcn]

I was searching something and got to see a lot of posts where we were screaming like crazy over Shamy and I have to say I’ve laughed a lot remembering those moments.

I really had a lot of fun here when the show was still ongoing.

So much fun, really 🤣🤭🥰

Missing it a bit, to be honest 💁🏻‍♀️ nostalgia hit hard!

#tbbt #shamy #rgbcn #bigbangtheory #the big bang theory #sheldon cooper #amy farrah fowler #fanfiction #fan #crazy days #nostalgia #fanart

[quietwingsinthesky]

Drabble 10/366 - Torchwood

Jack’s grip is loose until she leans back into it, and then there’s two firm hands on her shoulders, a half-teasing, “You’re redefining tense over here.”

Gwen makes a noise in the back of her throat when his thumbs rub her neck.

“I can’t imagine why.” 

She shouldn’t even be here. It’s late, Rhys will be waiting, and Jack would tell her-

He doesn’t understand how hard it is to jump from one life to the other every day.

For once, he doesn’t say anything. His hands work miracles on her sore back, and Gwen lingers longer in his world.

#drabble-a-day #drabble-a-day 2024 #torchwood #gwen cooper #jack harkness #fanfiction

[averbaldumpingground]

Song Prompt: Alibi by Mansionair

The colors of the seiðr fill his dreams, a tapestry his fingers almost touch, the workings of a fate he knows he's lost his chance for. But even from these galaxies away, he knows the whispered secrets of her longing, the constellations forming in her hands.

The knowing is perhaps the worst of what he hopes is penance. Knowing her growing frustration, the silence that surrounds her in her empty dwelling, a temporary life he thinks she knows his brother has no place in. He cannot reach her. He can do nothing to comfort the hurt that he finds himself drawn to, her dedicated isolation.

The threads that bound him to her are severed, only a mocking reminder of what, for just the glimpse of her face, could have been. Here, apart, the seiðr almost taunts him with that shadows of her life it shows: her umber hair, curled on a decorative pillow, her parted mouth, her languid eyes in the morning. The darkness is gone from them. The hunger, the power, they're gone.

And was it that, the other that his fate entwined with? The magic more ancient than he? The future, cut off as it is, gives no answer.

He hopes, perhaps, it might have been so.

Because, were it her, the visions he wakes to are crueler: laughter and warm, gentle hands; moonlight, and bare, bony shoulders. Grey in her hair and in his. Someone to see through his lying.

A universe. A universe that never formed. That never can come into being.

#fanfiction #Loki #Jane Foster #Lokane #Merry Christmas Friend! I hoped to write you something else but it just plain refuses to cooperate. Like at all. #I will keep trying tomorrow but we're now on Day 3 of it not working. #December 25 2023

[uniasus]

Reflections

Five approaches his brother slowly. "What's wrong, Viktor?"

"Nothing."

"I don't believe that."

"I don't…I don't like how they're talking about Harlan."

"Why? He's dangerous."

"Because they said the same things about me, Five! They locked me in a soundproof box in the basement, prepared to leave me there for who knows how long."

"They wouldn't do that, Viktor."

"They did, Five. And the only reason I don't worry about that happening now is that the box doesn't exist."

"You don't mean that."

"Oh, I do. What's the difference between then and now?"

"For one, time."

Viktor laughs. "What time, Five? Because to me, that was less than two weeks ago."

"You were in Dallas for months."

"With no memory. I only regained that less than a week ago, but the question stands. What's different now?"

"You're not being manipulated by Harold."

"It wasn't Leonard that made me blow up the world. It was you all. And nothing has happened since to make sure I don't do it again. Heck, I almost did it days ago by all our counts and took Ben out in the process."

"But you wouldn't, not by choice."

"Yeah well, hate to break it to you, I'm pretty sure I chose to the first time."

"So you learn control-"

"When? Dad trained you and the others for years. Years before the Academy had its first mission. Me? I've been aware of these powers for two weeks and I've had zero training sessions. I'm running on instinct and vague memories that started filtering through once I realized I was rumored. I haven't even been able to touch the telekinesis since-"

"Since what?"

"I'm not actually sure if I used it to pull down the Academy or if that was something else. Used it to kill Leonard though. Pogo as well. Haven't touched it since then. Or the weather. Or…or what dad had me do. And what Harlan did, Five? That's me too. I gave him my powers. Anything can he do, I can do too. Except Harlan hasn't almost destroyed the world twice so he's a better me."

"That's not true."

"It is. So yeah, I don't like how they're, you're, talking about Harlan. Because I have no guarantee I'm not next. We can't suppress my powers; Dad's drugs don't exist in this timeline."

"We're not saying to hand over Harlan because of what he can do. We're saying it because that's how we ensure cooperation from the Sparrows in saving what's left of the universe."

"And we need them for that? Absolutely need them?"

"We need access to the Kugelblitz."

"Klaus was able to sneak in and see it. I'm sure you can too. Giving up Harlan is the easy option. Just like Luther locking me in that chamber was." Viktor runs his hand over his head. "At the very least, Harlan is one of us. Like Lila is. Someone with powers, and just as much experience using his are you are yours. We might need him to stop this."

Five hums in the back of his throat.

"Whatever. I'm not going to assume that what I says matter. You'll get rid of him, because you don't know what to do with him. Just like you don't know what to do with me."

He turns to walk away, but Five grabs his wrist. "Viktor. I promise, we won't."

"You can't do that, Five. Just cuz you love me doesn't mean you won't hurt me." Viktor lights up. "I'm done talking. I suggest you let go."

Five releases his grip, and Viktor marches off.

#tua #the umbrella academy #viktor hargreeves #five hargreeves #what fic is this? #no clue #I just started thinking dialogue and here you go #a tumblr only snippet #harlan cooper #this does build around some of viktor's insecurity around his siblings though #that I'm playing with in #my spiraling self #some times I daydream scenes #some times I daydream words #and today was a word day #FOR NONE OF MY ACTUAL WIPS #why brain #fic rec #my fanfiction

[katnissgirlsmakedo]

you know what i just realized. my actors today would have loved the jokey camp maze runner au fanfiction script i wrote in ninth grade creative writing class

#it was hardly maze runner fanfiction it was about ghosts and murder #but i mean. like if those things happened to thomas. #and i renamed him jasper because i was 14 and had just read the cooper gauntlet #you had to be there at the time. that google doc will never see the light of day again #but damn. those guys would have loved it they would have had a blast #beth.txt

[not-alien-girl-v]

first of all I want to say that you really write well❤

so can you please write some angst with cooper day?

warning: angst, self harm language

summary: you’re always harming yourself in one way or another, cooper wonders if there’s something going on behind all of this

“What’s up biatch,” you greeted lovingly at the door to his bedroom, which he had no idea you were at. He twitched in surprise.

“When did you get here?” He switched to sitting up at the side of his bed and moves his headphones off his head to rest around his neck.

“Like an hour ago. I found a stray cat outside and chatted for a while with it.” You set down on the table a hefty bag, containing multiples of things Cooper had no idea why you would require at his house, but that was just the way you were.

“You talked with a cat for an hour?”

Turning your head to look at him on his bed, you took notice of the fluffiness of his hair, the bags under his eyes, the leftover eyeliner in his waterlines. You approached him and took his hands into yours. “Well, it was a bit one sided, but we managed to come to a conclusion.”

He smiled up at you while you stood tall in front of him. “And what’s that?”

“I’m gonna pierce my nose today.” He frowned at this. Last week, you pierced your ear twice, and the week before that, you pierced your navel.

Things like this slowly but surely became a habit for you and he adored you, of course, how cool and fearless you were but he also cared about you and your well-being, and took notice of how you only ever turned to self destructive behaviors lately.

You drank a lot, smoked a lot, and of course, you were teenagers, but he couldn’t help but wonder if there was something else behind all of this.

“Are you sure, babe?” He tried to squeeze your hands in his grasp but you pulled away much too quickly to situate yourself with the piercing materials.

Needles, rubbing alcohol, and the stud you intended to stick in your nose once the deed was done. “Do you wanna help me with it?” You avoided his question, as you always did nowadays.

“Hey, listen to me-“

“I’m gonna put some music on, what are you feeling for today?”

“Stop!” He spoke stern and loud, hands pinning themselves to both your shoulders, effectively keeping you locked in place before him. “Listen to me, okay?”

You nodded, a little fearful due to his change in demeanor but ultimately knowing he meant well. you knew him, he would never mean you any harm.

“Are you okay?”

“Of course, why wouldn’t I be?” You giggled nervously.

“You’re always hurting yourself. It’s all you do anymore, and every time I bring it up, you just change the subject. I’m here for you, right now, tell me what’s been going on.”

Wow. Those were a lot of heavy words and maybe it was the weight of them all or the emotional exhaustion you had been experiencing, but you couldn’t help the pooling tears stinging your eyes. They rolled down your cheek one by one and you looked to the ground.

“Fuck, don’t cry, I’m sorry, please don’t cry,” he seemed almost as effected as you were, his voice on the verge of breaking and hands frantic yet gentle on your skin as he attempted to comfort you in some odd way.

He made the situation just a bit more uncomfortable than it already was, so you realized you’d have to take initiative to move things forward. “Come on,” you grabbed his hand and led him back to his bed where you sat. He perched himself in front of you and he didn’t let go of your hand but silently waited for you to say something.

“Things just, I don’t know, things have just been hard lately, I don’t know what to feel anymore. I tend to just not feel anything, or it’s everything all at once and I just- I don’t know what to do about to anymore. If I don’t act out, do things that draw attention, I feel invisible.”

You didn’t mind the way the tears slipped down your cheeks freely as you spoke anymore, they were past the point of pain but once you saw one fall from Cooper’s eye, you felt guilt for it.

“I’m so sorry honey. I’m sorry you feel that way, sorry that I didn’t reach out sooner, and I’m so sorry if I make you feel invisible. I promise, I don’t mean to, I really do care about you, and I love you so much, please believe me when I say that.”

You nodded your head for lack of better words and pulled him in for a tight hug. His hands rubbed loving circles onto your back and you rested your head on his shoulder.

He held you there for a good long while, and you took notice of how his open window on the second story allowed an excellent view of the suburban street below.

As you looked out, crossing the street and disappearing into a small grove of trees behind a house was an orange tabby cat, one with intelligent eyes that a person could speak to for hours. Just as it neared to exit your line of sight, it turned its head for one last gaze at you, before following into the shade of the trees.

“I love you too, Cooper.”

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[fort-cozy-mcblanket]

Chapters: 11/? Fandom: The Big Bang Theory (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sheldon Cooper/Amy Farrah Fowler Characters: Sheldon Cooper, Amy Farrah Fowler Additional Tags: Ficlet Collection, One Shot Collection, Missing Scene, Canon Compliant, Romance Summary: A collection of Shamy ficlets and one shots.

NEW CHAPTER POSTED!

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[cerriddwenluna]

The Diary of Kurt E. Hummel (7/24)

This diary belongs to Kurt E. Hummel.

Please do not read this without my express permission. (Yes, that includes you, Finn.)

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Have you always wanted to find out what Kurt writes in his diary? Now is your chance! But, ssssht! Don't tell Kurt we stole it... ;)

Read chapter 7 now, below the cut and also on AO3 and S&C!

Read from the beginning

Grind

Dear Journal

I think I have finally found the perfect Christmas present for Blaine. 

You wouldn’t think it unless you knew him really well, but Blaine is almost impossible to shop for. He has enough money to buy himself almost anything he wants, and not enough impulse control to stop him from doing just that, so it is always a challenge come December to find him the perfect gift. 

In the past I have gone the homemade route, because at least then I knew he would not have that particular bow tie, even if he’s already literally got over a hundred of them. However, with both of us starting new jobs and moving across town, I just do not have the time this year. 

Back in the old neighbourhood, we had this amazing little coffee shop right across the street. It was owned by this little old lady who made the best coffee I have ever had. She ground her own beans and kept the recipe a closely guarded secret, despite our many attempts to get it from her. 

Ever since the move though, we’ve been having to make do with our Keurig because we haven’t had the time yet to scope out the best places in the new neighbourhood. I’ve heard Blaine grumble about missing out a few times already and it's only been two weeks since we moved. 

I figure that since he likes to experiment with new recipes in the kitchen anyway, maybe he’d like to experiment with blending his own coffee as well. I found a great deal on a coffee bean grinder with a matching French press, so that along with a few different bags of beans and some theatre tickets should hopefully have me covered for this year.  

Now all that's left is to figure something out for dad. Maybe he’d like a new barbecue? The old one is surely falling apart by now… 

~ Kurt

Thanks for reading! ♡♡♡

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

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[depressopax]

Dale Cooper NSFW Alphabet

Part 3 - L - P

Fandom - Twin Peaks

|| Part 1 || Part 2 ||

Pairing: Dale Cooper x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content! MDNI! Words: 600 Summary: Part 3 of my "Dale Cooper NSFW alphabet challenge". L-P (Location, motivation, "No", oral, pace) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3 || Masterlist || Request ||

(HOLY SHIT THE GIF GOT ME ACTING UP-)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Bed! Dale likes privacy. He wants you alone and to really take his time together with you. 

…And he wants to be able to cuddle afterwards. Homeboy tired af after sex lmao

It is also the most “hygienic” place. 

He is not a fan of doing it against a table etc

…His office is the only exception ;)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Dirty talking. He loves it when you tell him all the things you want to do with him/the things you want him to do to you.

In a modern time AU… I’d say nudes, too. 

Nothing better than getting nudes from you. It awkward, but he likes the thrill of you teasing him with sexy photos whilst he works. 

He blushes like crazy 

Dale would probably have a whole private album on his phone with you.

Not necessarily nudes, just any photo you look hot/cute in to keep his fantasies going.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Dale is pretty “vanilla” in bed.

Sure he likes trying new things nut he gets really shy and uncomfortable if it’s too kinky.

He wouldn’t enjoy anything to do with pain and blood. 

He hates the thought of seeing you in pain. It doesn’t matter if it’s part of the act, he wants to pleasure you - not hurt you.

Same thing goes for him. His job is dangerous enough in all they ways he can end up hurt. With you, he wants to feel safe and in bed he wants it to be all about pleasure and maybe intensity.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

LOVES giving.

Man… I could talk about this for hours.

…But I’m not gonna do that. Unless…

In your relationship, Dale was insecure at first.

But after the reactions from you when he used his oral skills - he was hooked.

He is amazed by how amazing he can make you feel, just by using his mouth and tongue.

He’s passionate doing it, too.

Slow, teasing movements and eye contact.

He likes it when you push him around a bit - like grabbing his hair, holding him in place or squeezing your thighs gently around his head etc etc…

He also knows how to use his hands during oral. Double pleasure it is 👀

Your moans, squirms and the way you taste on his tongue… Sometimes that’s honestly enough for him to cum undone. 

How can he not? Everything about the situation is arousing.

He’ll literally beg to go down on you. 

Yk what? Fuck it, Ima write headcanons for this. REMIND ME PLEASE, SOMEONE

Ofc he likes receiving too.

He’s not the head-pusher type. 

It’s totally up to you how you want to blow him. 

…Giving him heads under his desk when he does paperworks 👀

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He prefers slow, sensual and loving.

He likes long, deep strokes and really savoring the feelings of being inside you.

This way, he can take in the feeling of your tightness and warmth, and feel your insides hug around his dick 

Although, fast and rough is a good way to release tension.

If you are more of a sub/bottom, he will not say no to fucking you hard and fast

…And he gives some DAMN GOOD (pun intended) aftercare after rough sex <3

If you are a dom/top, he will sometimes ask you to show him no mercy. 

Sometimes there’s no better stress-remedy than to get fucked dumb by the person he loves 🥹

*sigh* *opens character ai*

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[homeahoy]

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[tarzinnia]

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I'm staring at Chapter 2 on this TASM fiction I'm writing and I'm going back and forth with how I want the action and plot driven, i.e. mechanisms and motivations. The characters have stopped in their tracks and are giving me accusatory looks.

I'm like:

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But then I start thinking about it a little further and:

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Which leads to this anguish:

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My soul right now:

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