#i haven't been here in a while but this is nice to see

[belovedcloud]

Sick Days | Roommate! Leon Kennedy x Fem! Reader

Notes: Been pretty bedbound recently and thought about how Leon would be if he was sick and had his roommate help him out. This is literally just Leon and you being lovestruck by each other but you both are too scared to say it until he does.

WC: 1.9K

CW: Talks of Ada leading Leon on, nervous Leon but cute outcome. He loves you a lot and just can't convey it well. Fluff, maybe a Part 2?

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Lazing around in bed was nice every now and again, but that's when you haven't got a tissue shoved up your nose and the highest temperature possible. Leon never meant to get sick in the first place - but when you magically find yourself in a sewer and get stuck in shit-rotting clothes for a good few hours in the cold, it tends to happen. So here he was, trying to breathe properly whilst you tended to him every hour and so. If he wasn't sick he would've thanked you properly by getting you a gift but being bedbound was difficult enough. So his forms of gifts to you were sneezes and coughs as he tried to stomach the pills and cough syrup you gave him.

"Maybe try and not sneeze on my arm..." You jokingly said as he grumbled in bed, wrapping himself in his sheets. "Shut up.." He coughed out as he tried to hide his smile from you, it was impossible to not smile around you. The feelings you gave him were indescribable at the very least. It was like he was a teenager again, fumbling over his words sometimes and not being able to make sense of himself as you would smile at him. Your soft hands swat away the hairs that fell in front of his face as he sniffled, groaning in pain as his head ached continuously. "When can I have my pills again?" Leon asked as his teary eyes travelled up your face, taking in your beauty as you placed down another hot chocolate on the nightstand for him to gulp down any minute by now. "Uhh.. give another 30 minutes, I don't want you feeling even worse because you took your pills too early." You chuckled out as you saw his disheveled state, he really could be dramatic at times. "Fuck.. as if I could be in anymore pain." He muttered, taking the hot chocolate into his hands as he painfully sipped at it, the hot liquid seeping into the cracks of his lips. The lack of hydration causing his skin to dry out.

"Hold on let me get you some chapstick." Seeing you walk out Leon couldn't help but sigh. You were too kind to him, too kind to a man who killed monsters for a living. Yet you wouldn't mind hearing him sob out his monstrous nightmarish stories, you wouldn't mind helping him when he needed help. You would always be there, and that's why he fell in love with you. It took him a while to understand the concepts of love after being lead on by Ada back in Raccoon City. But he got there in the end and he was content with having a crush on you. Even though he thought you would never get with a man like him. Your smile and friendship was enough for him. For now. Your love for Leon was no different. The way he carried himself and his strength mentally was always something you looked up to. He was courageous, no normal person could be like him if they put up with what he was put through a few years ago. His kindness still resided within him - something that you longed for.

Moments later, Leon sees you coming in with a stick of chapstick. The pop of the lid makes him shuffle up from his homemade pillow and blanket mess, his groans apparent as he sat up. "Remind me to not lay down like that again.." He moaned out in pain as he saw you level up the chapstick. "Even when you're sick, you're still funny." You laughed out. "Finally admitting I'm funny now, when I'm on my deathbed?" He playfully rolled his eyes as he put his hand to his head, reenacting how someone would faint. "You are so dramatic Leon." The flick of your finger on his forehead made him yelp. "What the fuck?" Leon chuckled, turning his eyes back on the chapstick. "Red chapstick... really?" He looked at you with tired eyes as he saw your hands approach his head. "It's either this or you can have chapped lips, which one will it be grumpy?" You retorted out jokingly as your left hand tilted his chin up towards you. His face couldn't help but feel warmer... How the hell could it feel warmer when he was ill? A sense of embarrassment overwhelmed Leon as he pursed his lips, a sigh eliciting out his throat. "Fine, chapstick it is."

His gaze wondered over you as the feeling of chapstick replenished the moisture in his lips, slowly rubbing his lips together as you stopped applying it. "Looks like you have lipstick on." He heard you snicker out as your remark slowly made you burst out in a fit of laughter. "Shut uppp.." Leon couldn't help but laugh with you - your giggling made him smile. It was harmonic as he saw tears of joy appear in the creases of your eyes. Laughter slowly died down as you put the chapstick in your pocket - sitting down on Leon's bed. "Does princess Leon need anything else now?" You joked at him as he snuggled back into his fort of blankets. Leon rolled his eyes and averted them towards the side of the room. "You're so kind to me when I'm ill." He grumbled out, a small smile appearing on his lips. "You're welcome." You quipped back as you ruffled his pillows, fluffing them back up to their original shape.

"Thank you..." He hushed out, nervous as it escaped his mouth. Fuck, was that too obvious? "Huh? For fluffing your pillows?" Your head tilted in confusion as your eyes gazed back onto Leon's face. Even when ill, he was so handsome. "No, I mean yeah but.. Thanks for looking after me these past few days. When you could've been having fun with your friends." Leon stuttered out. His heartbeat felt rushed all of a sudden, scared of what you would say back. "You don't have to thank me Leon, it's nice being able to help you out." A soft smile appeared on your lips, he couldn't help but give a weak smile back. "And anyways, you would've done the same thing for me right?" Your hand slid to caress his. Aiding him in some sort of comfort as he mumbled out what he said next. "Yeah.. of course. I would help you with anything."

Leon felt himself get too hot as he hushed out his words. You couldn't help but feel nervous in this situation. His raspy voice hit spots in your heart where you thought it could never be reached. The way he spoke to you, the way he looked at you. Were you both really just friends? "I uh.. Sorry if that came out weird." He broke the silence between you two, feeling scared if he had made things awkward. "No, don't worry. It was really sweet of you to say that." You stumbled over your own words trying to make him think otherwise. The way your soft lips moved as your hand kept caressing his hand made Leon crazy. All he wanted to do was kiss you, hold you in his arms. Make you his. "Leon?" You nudged at him. Oops. He forgot he was mid-conversation with you.

"Sorry." He chuckled out. Fuck it. "You're really pretty." He whispered out meekly. It had felt like you short-circuited. Did Leon just call you pretty? "Huh?" Was all that managed to come out of your mouth as you stared at Leon in bewilderment. "Pretty?" You asked him, as if you were begging him to say it again. A soft chuckle erupted out of Leon's throat as his gaze wondered all over you. "Yeah, really pretty." He made it clear to you his thoughts. "Inside and out, and I'm sorry if I made this awkward I just couldn't keep it to myself anymore." He groaned out as he plopped his head back on his pillow. A subtle smile emerged on your face, looking at the man who just confessed to you. "It's okay, I just didn't think you thought of me that way." A mellow laugh elicited out your throat. "What? Of course I do, I mean look at you... You're beautiful and oh my God.. you treat me so well. I can't help but be in love with you." Leon rambled out, hushing himself as he realized the last part. "Shit..." He mumbled out, knowing he had fully confessed his love to you. He anticipated a rejection, instead he felt a soft kiss press on his forehead.

"I'm in love with you too Leon." She couldn't help but have a wide grin as she relapsed his confession in her mind. Leon on the other hand couldn't believe what just happened. It soon sent him into a coughing fit, with you patting his back and laughing. "Agh.. fuck." His voice rasped out of his throat. "How about you get some rest?" You stroked his face, getting the stray hairs out of his eyes. "Uh.. so we're going to just forget that you kissed my forehead?" He joked as he looked at you with teary eyes, still struggling to breathe from him coughing fit before. "Well I can't kiss you on the lips can I?" You snickered as you pinched his cheek, a small whine escaping his lips. "Yeah.. okay. I'll make it up to you when I'm not dying." Leon groaned out as he melted into your touch. "How are you gonna do that?" Confusion laced in your voice as you asked him that question. "Well if I tell you that'll ruin the surprise." He laughed as he looked into your eyes. Feeling your body leave his made him whine. "Where are you going?" He held onto your hand.

Your lips pressed against his forehead again as you stood up. "It's time for your pills." Leon yanked you back down to him as he rolled his eyes, a yelp leaving your lips. "They can wait." He grumbled out, his arms slowly wrapping around you. "Weren't you just crying about not having your meds?" You snickered out as you melted into his touch. "Hush, I don't need them now." He murmured as he lifted up the blankets, covering the both of you. Leon couldn't care less about the medication if it meant having you in his arms, at least for a bit. "Leon.." You whined out, "You're going to get me sick." You tried to escape his embrace, but to no avail. "We can be sick together." He joked as he kissed your neck, feeling content in his sick body. "Shut up, I'm getting your medicine." Getting up from his tight embrace was hard, but it was possible in the end when he felt you kick his kneecap. "You're really going to leave me when I'm like this?" He huffed out, a small pout forming on his lips. "I'll be back soon with your medicine, it's not like I'm leaving forever." You flicked his forehead as you walked out the door.

He was so in love with you.

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[c-nstantine]

Your writing is awesome and I love it! 🥺

May I please request a continuation of Dick leaving the reader for Kori where she disappears for a long time due to her job and cuts all contact only for him to find out that she’s seeing someone else and she keeps treating him coldly as well?

@sacredwarrior88

This ended up being better than I though it would be ngl. Hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: Cursing

Word Count: .5K

Grocery shopping had never been Dick Grayson's strong suit. He was much better at consuming food than actually buying it. Yet, here he stood in some random grocery store looking at the wall of cereal. He was deciding when he got a whiff of a familiar fragrance that he hadn't smelled in years.

"Y/N? Is that you?" He asked, looking at the woman who had just passed him. Her hair was in braids but her smile was still the same as before. 

"Dick?" She said with her head tilted to the side. 

"I haven't seen you in a while." He scratched the back of his neck as he walked towards her. She was just as beautiful as the last day that he saw her. 

"Yeah, probably because you cheated on me and then I kicked you out," Right, because that was the last time he saw her. He had ended their relationship by cheating on her with Kori. Y/N did admit to sleeping with Jason but that was only in retaliation. All for a relationship with Kori that didn't even last two weeks.

"I don't think I ever properly apologized for that. I am truly sorry for how I hurt you. Can we catch up over coffee while you're in town?" Dick 'I have to be friends with all my exes' spoke with hope in his eyes.

"I don't think my boyfriend would like that," Y/N's face scrunched as she leaned against her cart a little. That's when Dick looked in and noticed the men's razors and condoms that were in there.

"Boyfriend?" Dick's voice pitched up just a little but he quickly covered it with a cough.

"Mhm," She nodded, not knowing how to make the situation less awkward than it already was.

"Babe, they have those cookies you like. Who's this?" Her ginger boyfriend came from behind her and pressed his hand to her waist before sliding the box of cookies in front of her. She looked up and smiled at him as he pressed a kiss to her forehead. 

"Guy, this is my ex, Dick Grayson," Y/N gestured to Dick and he just waved. Guy looked Dick up and down before chuckling slightly.

"Ex? The cheater?" Guy was clearly sizing Dick up. He had maybe an inch or two on her ex and was a bit bulkier too.

"Yep," She popped the 'p' at the end of her sentence.

"I would say it's nice to meet you but that'd be a lie," Guy said making sure that it was clear that he didn't fuck with Dick. How could he cheat on such a woman?

"Right, it was nice seeing you, Y/N," Dick didn't know how to respond to that. 

"Bye Dick," She turned to continue walking down the aisle. He swore that Guy stuck his tongue out at him before following Y/N. So maybe he had fucked up just a tiny bit?

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[useeer]

Dance with me?

Venture, aka Sloan Cameron x reader

You're at your friends wedding, and somehow meet the cutest damn person in the world.

Tags: fluff, strong language, slight sexual innuendo

Enjoy!!

[Note: I haven't written a fic in 192739 yrs, and my ass hasn't been to a wedding since I was 10 so forgive my ignorance abt how they go!!]

You weren't exactly a party person.

Parties are loud, crowded and really socially taxing. While yes, you'd attend parties here and there; mostly birthdays or accomplishments for friends and family. It still wasn't your favorite thing to do. You are actually pretty upfront with others about how little social interaction you can handle. That being said... fear of disappointing your friends usually got the better of you. They were fine, partying was fun. 

Honestly, you'd be lying to everyone if you said you weren't thinking about your soft, cozy bed. Or how you were daydreaming about cuddling up to your pets and watching silly videos. Not even this beautiful wedding could curb your introvert nature.

It's evening now, the golden rays barely peeking over the horizon as it descends. A sweet, cool autumn breeze blows, ruffling your clothes and hair. A welcome comfort on this warm night.

The setting is truly beautiful. Soft, golden glowing lanterns are strung along the edges of the venue. Lush green plants in decorative pots line the edges. The pillars, stone and brick, are painted in the gentle glow of the lamps and lanterns. The style...is Greek? At least you think it's Greek. If someone told you otherwise, though, you'd take their word for it. Especially since half the people here are from the Wayfinder Society, all attending as friends of the groom. The wayfinders are sprinkled around the venue, chatting about and having a grand old time.

You? No such luck, you're only attending for your friend, who happens to be the other groom. While you know a handful of people, and did polite chit chat with them, you mostly stuck to yourself. Actually, that's a lie, you mostly stuck to the snack table. You're leaning by the side of it, plate in hand, trying just about anything there. I mean, what else are you supposed to do? 

While eating a particularly good cube of cheese, you let your eyes wander the room. You see a group of people laughing, another group chattering amongst themselves, one enthusiastically waving their hands in the air, seemingly very passionate about the subject. You snort, amused. Drifting eyes finally move over to the husbands, who were talking to an older couple, a quick hug is given here and there. 

Man. You were bored.

You weren't trying to be disrespectful here, you just didn't know anyone. Subconsciously, your leg starts bouncing, your thoughts dance to your fluffy, comfy bed. Reaching down for another snack on your plate, you’re disappointed to see they're all gone. Frowning a bit, you look over the table to see if there's anything else you'd like to try.

And boy, was there. The chocolate hair, the hazel skin, your eyes instantly locked onto the person plating their own food. They're dressed in a white button down, and black slacks, the sleeves of their dress shirt hugging them favorably. They even had a cute little yellow bowtie on. You couldn't tell their pronouns, so you figure you'd ask if you ever spoke. Which you weren't, you didn't want to intrude. They looked to be the same person absolutely raving earlier, you'd hate to keep them from it.

If they wanna speak to me, they will. You thought distantly, watching their hands as they pluck up a cupcake. 

Workers' hands. You mused, they seemed rough, and strong. They must be one of those Wayfinders. Your eyes trail their fingers, the back of their hand, man...they have really nice hands. Unbeknownst to you, your staring hasn't gone unnoticed. Their hands stills, just before the confectionery hits the plate. 

"Uhm... did you want this one?" They ask someone, curious, you look up to see who they're talking to. You finally get to see their face properly, and man they're gorgeous. Too bad you didn't have time to appreciate that fact, as your eyes instantly locked with theirs. You realize a little too late that you're the one they're talking to.

"Huh." Is all you manage to get out, unsure what the fuck to say to this stranger.

"The...cupcake?" They say, motioning it towards you. "Did you want it? You're staring at it like you want it." They say, clearly confused by the way you ogled their food.

"No- no I don't want it. I'm so sorry, ignore me." You cover your face and wave a hand in their direction, this is the worst thing you've ever done. Your face and ears burn in red hot embarrassment, you're just lucky they thought all you wanted was the damn cupcake.

They seem to find it a little funny now, how you're running away from the cupcake you were practically stalking as it left the platter. "Okayyyy, well then this is mine!" They joke, putting it onto their plate before strutting away, seemingly unperturbed by your god awful screw up.

God, you needed to sit down. 

You're practically on fire, feeling like you're gonna break into a sweat. Shakily, you find a chair in a less populated area and take a seat. You bend over, putting your face in your hands and elbows on your knees, as if trying to hide yourself. While you know, reasonably, that this isn't the end of the world, you can't help but feel like it is. You got caught! Red handed! 

Yes, they thought it was the cupcake, so maybe you weren't totally fucked. But also, you're totally fucked who are you kidding?!

You didn't exactly think you'd interact with them before, but it's awful your only interaction was weird and unseemly on your end. Groaning quietly, you remove one hand from your face to fan yourself, damn you feel stupid. 

You fan open part of your outfit, hoping in vain to let more air in to cool yourself down. Freaking out like this isn't a good look. After a couple minutes, you start to feel a little better. The flush of your cheeks is fading, and you miraculously avoided breaking into an anxious sweat. 

Sighing, you puff out your lips, you just sent texts to your closest friend about how massively you fumbled the bag. They laughed at you, while you scream-spammed the chat in horror. They did end up reassuring you that you were overreacting, that it was not in fact the end of the world. You thanked them before turning off your phone. You get up, dust yourself off a little before wandering back to the food table; finding yourself in front of the disposable drink cups, grabbing one. Gazing to the left, you find the water. You watch the water slowly drizzle into your cup, before downing the glass in a couple large gulps. Still thirsty, you fill it up again before returning to your seat.

Man, what a day, go to a beautiful wedding, see your friend get married, then fumble the biggest bag ever. You mentally kick yourself, even though on the outside, you look completely normal, sipping on your cup naturally.

Bouncing your foot a bit, you lean forward to scroll on your phone, hoping to find something interesting to pass the time and distract you. You're scrolling for about 5 minutes before someone sits next to you. Out of politeness you don't look, thinking it's another guest needing a seat. 

"Soo, about that cupcake. I ate it, definitely. But I felt a little bad. Here." The person next to you says, snapping you out of your doom scrolling. 

Why. Why why why. Is all you can think. They're fucking with you, haunting you. All over a cupcake. You look over and see they've got a small plate with another damn cupcake on it.

"Oh im- I'm not hungry anymore, thanks though." You try to nicely deflect, hoping they'll catch the hint and let you die in shame, alone. 

"Hmm, okay!" They say, they turn to face forward, unwrapping it for themself. They take a bite and bounce one of their legs, and you wonder why they're torturing you. They hum to themself as they continue to eat.

God. Please just go away...

They put their plate down and dust their hands, somehow already finishing the sickeningly sweet treat. "So." They state, placing both hands on either side of their seat, leaning forward, looking towards you. "Whatcha doing over here all by yourself?" They ask curiously.

"Well uh-" You clear your throat, "My friend’s the groom, it's his wedding. But I don't really know anyone else but him." You shrug, trying to relax and ease into conversation with them.

"Yeah, know how that feels." They say, sympathetically. "Wellll." They draw out the word, as if to emphasize it. "I was thinkin’ you could come to our table! I hate seeing anyone left out." Their smile is reassuring, until they start smirking. "Even. If. They stare at other people's food." 

Ok, you can't help it. You groan at their jab, while dragging a hand down your face. "Man, you will not drop that, huh?" You say, only a little less embarrassed this time. 

"Nope!" They tease, clearly getting a kick outta this. 

"You know what, I barely know you and you're already the worst." You joke, and your brain nearly breaks in two when they giggle at it. Their shoulders shake and they grin, still looking at you. You can't help but smile, even while trying really hard not to. They were stunning, cute and worst of all, infuriating. 

"Sorry for staring earlier...I was trying to see... your cufflinks." You say, clearly lying. As if desperately attempting to get out of the cupcake joke jail.

"Hmmm." They hum, unbelieving, eyebrows raised and nodding. "Well, too bad I don't have those." They smile, raising a hand up to show off their sleeve. 

You instantly cringe, caught once again. "Oh right." You mumble out, pursing your lips. Damn, you're fighting for your fucking life over here.

Your reaction makes them laugh. An honest to god laugh, and it's loud. They're finding WAY too much amusement in proving you wrong and you don't know why. Despite the embarrassment, you were now enjoying yourself. Talking to them, joking around, even if it's at your expense. Their laugh is almost contagious, and they've got the prettiest smile you've ever seen. 

"So.. what's your name?" You ask, your left hand fiddling anxiously at your side. Their laugh simmers down, and they sigh like they just heard the funniest joke in the world.

They hold their hand out towards you, "Sloane, yours?" You grab their hand and shake it, their grip firm. Your brain almost short circuits, realizing how much larger their hand is to yours. You say your name, and they repeat it. 

 

"It's nice to meet you!" They say, shaking your hand once more before letting it go.

"Sloane is a really pretty name." You state, trying to make conversation. Totally, 100% not flirting with them, of course.

"Awe shucks, you think so? Well I like yours too." They shoot back, their cheerful glow never dropping. They look over, and you do the same. You see them eyeing the table they came from. It appears someone stole their seat. 

"Oh, I'm sorry." You immediately apologize, feeling bad that their place was taken while talking to you. They shake their head and huff a little laugh, their curly hair bouncing. 

"Why're you sorry? Don't be. Plus, it's no biggie." They say nonchalantly, genuinely unphased. They crack a smile and lean forward, as if they're sharing a secret. "Don't worry, I'll get back at them." They whisper, a mischievous gleam in their eyes.

You giggle, and pull back a little. "What're you gonna do huh?"

They pull an inquisitive face, staring up at the ceiling almost performatively. "I dunno! Maybe I'll put confetti in all of their tents!" They announce, toying with the idea. You couldn't tell if they're serious or not. 

"You probably shouldn't do that." You jokingly warn, thinking abt how much of a pain confetti would be to get out of a tent. Much less the sleeping bags. 

Sloane grins, shining that gorgeous smile again. They seem to be the happiest person in the world. "Well, that's what they get for kicking me out of my own seat!"

You shake your head and let out a small chuckle, "You really are something."

They push you by the shoulder a bit, "I'm a great something I'll have you know." They joke, before settling back in their seat. 

Silence settles over the two of you for a bit, and it nearly becomes unbearable. That is until music begins to play. The lights towards the middle of the room light up, and the rest are dimmed to create a spotlight effect. The happy couple's chosen song is playing, and you watch as they approach the center of the room, beginning to dance. You smile, and awe at the sight. Seeing your friend so happy and glowing was truly a treat.

Sloane also watches, they love parties and weddings. Seeing two people so in love is one of life's many treasures. They look over towards you and see you recording your friends dance, they allow a small smile creep onto their face. They admire your side profile and the way your hair compliments you perfectly. You are eye-catching, and the way you practically folded over a cupcake earlier was hilarious. They love funny things, so they've GOT to get to know you. Exploring is one of their favorite things after all. 

They settle back and turn their attention to the dance. Eventually the music begins to wind down, and one of the grooms leaves the dance floor. It's the parents' dance, they think. Now that it isn't your friend out there, you click off the record button and look over to Sloane.

"So, what brings you here?" You ask, making conversation with them. They turn their head to face you, their hands loosely clasped together on their lap. 

"I'm from the wayfinders society! The other groom, Rey, is my good friend." They chirp, pointing at your friends now husband. "Y’know, me and him got lost once in a cave! Scary stuff, didn't know if we'd make it out." They said dramatically, waggling their fingers in your direction. 

"You serious??" You furrow your brow, and lean forward incredulously. Their warm dark eyes look back to their friend, and they nod. "Yeah, it was a couple years ago. We lost sight of our team, and couldn't find our way out. I ended up drilling us a new exit. Real risky doing that but we didn't have a choice." Sloane recounts, "Could've been worse!" They add, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"That's crazy, I could never do anything like that." You tap your foot against the ground, even thinking about that type of stuff gets you wound up.

They turn back to you with a hum and smile, "Well, you never know until you try! Exploring is the best thing I've ever done for myself, I love it. Seeing what the world was like before us… finding the rocks and gems the earth has made. It's real worth it." Their passion is evident, every word they speak has them glowing. You admit it's rather charming, seeing them so in love with their work. 

"Man, that's so cool." You state warmly. "You got a really cool job, Sloane. You got the job little kids dream of." 

They smile genuinely, really happy with the thought. "Well my abuela always said to follow your dreams, so I did. What about you? What's your dream?" They gently nudge your shoe with theirs.

"Hmmm, well. I guess I'm still trying to figure that out." You hum, looking at the ground. Your interests aren't nearly as exciting as theirs. Working one dead end job to the next, just trying to make ends meet. "Thinking tattooing, honestly." You add, looking up at them.

Sloane gasps, eyes widening. "That's so awesome though! I love tattoos, I've got at least four or five." They pull down the collar of their button down to reveal more of the flames tattooed across their neck. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't already noticed it. Wanting to see how far down it goes.

Quickly, you bat those thoughts away. Sticking to complimenting the line work and blocking of their tattoo. You ask what others they've got, and they explain all the patchwork they've got done on their arms. Some historical, some cool, some just to have a piece of the places they've been. They even mention a larger one on their thigh, a dinosaur skull with flowers. You try not to sound too interested in seeing them while asking if they have pictures. 

The conversation between you and Sloane runs smoothly, chattering about your lives and cracking jokes at one another's expense. The dancing at the party is now in full swing, guests of all types littering the dance floor. It's now completely dark outside, save for the lighting inside the venue. The lamps hanging from the ceiling are dimly glowing, the lanterns now back to their full glow. You even spot fireflies outside the venue, blinking on and off, flying into the wedding space and out. The place is truly beautiful.

The strumming of a bass fills the venue, an electronic guitar complimenting it perfectly. You recognize it instantly, as it's a song you've come to enjoy. Your new friend, Sloane, practically jumps out of their skin in excitement. They quickly whip their head to look at you while whisper shouting, "I love this song!!"

They bolt up, staring at the dance floor as both their feet hit the ground with a soft thud. They twirl their whole body around, looking at you with an outstretched hand, "Come dance with me??" They frantically blurt out.

You look dumbly at Sloane before slinking back into your chair a bit, cringing. "No no- I don't dance." While waving a hand in their direction dismissively. You're hesitant and it's obvious. The idea of getting in the middle of a bunch of people and dancing. God, not what you were made for.

You were telling the truth, you don't dance! Anyone seeing you attempt to dance may need an ambulance. Sloane slumps by your reaction, and pokes conversationally, "Aww c’monnn, pretty please? With cherries on top? One song?" They say, leaning backwards a bit on the heels of their feet while keeping their upper body forward. They begin pouting a lip out and sporting their best puppy dog eyes, hoping it'll help sway their case. 

Nervously, you rub your pointer finger across your thumb. This is not what I signed up for, you think as your lips form a line, eyes locking with Sloanes, trying to will yourself into saying no.

Damn.

You can't. You can't say no! You know you'd kick yourself later if you left without dancing with them. They're everything you like in someone, striking, funny, passionate... You internally groan, searching their dark eyes for a way out. Sadly, there isn't one. Their eyes only plead and beg.

And well... who are you to deny them?

Breathing in a deep, deep sigh, you fold, "Okayy. Okay." You say, holding both hands up, signaling defeat.

Sloane is about to shout out a glorious, loud YES before you cut them off with a finger up. "But first, a shot of liquid courage." You say, pushing yourself up from your chair, walking towards the end of the food table. There lay countless plastic shot glasses full of vodka. You pluck one from the rim of the platter.

Sloane watches as you down the drink, admiring the way your throat moves to swallow. They snort when they see you pulling a face.

"C'mon- c'mon- the song is already going." They bounce, having to fight the urge to just drag you onto the dance floor themself. Shaking your head, you wipe away the grimace on your face and discard the tiny shot glass into the nearby garbage.

They grab your hand and pull you into the crowd, though they seem somewhat aware of your aversion to it. So they lead you towards a less populated end of the floor, despite this, nearly everyone at the wedding was dancing. So you were still around a decent amount of people. They smile wide, looking off into the gaggle of party goers. You find it ironic this is the song you're dancing to, the lyrics playing loudly.

We've got nowhere to go

We've got nothing to prove

Instead of dancing alone

I should be dancing with you

The lyrics are slightly erotic, even, but you don't have much time to ponder it when they turn back to face you. They release your hand, before snapping their fingers in tune with the beat and swaying their hips. You giggle, your cheeks and stomach buzzing from the alcohol. Unfortunately for Sloane, you do not know how to dance. Not well at least, they laugh, watching you sway awkwardly. "You don't dance do you?" They ask, almost having to shout to be heard over the clamor of people and music.

"No, not really!" You reply, before admitting, "I don't wanna look dumb!" 

"Look dumb?! I'll show you dumb." They jest, backing up a bit to give themself some space. With their eyes locked onto yours, they bend their knees while bringing their right hand towards their head, palm open. They're walking towards you sideways, left hand swiping back and forth to their side and front. You about shit yourself, recoiling in shock and laughing. They continue though, bringing both hands up in fists towards their head, pumping them as they shake their hips, still approaching you. 

"What are you doing!!" You shout, cracking up at their absurdity. They finally pivot fully towards you, bending forward and moving their hands in circles. They finish off their charade with a performative strut your way, palms open in a dramatic walk. 

They laugh, grabbing one of your hands and pulling you further into the floor. "I'm dancing!! You should try it sometime!" They jive, sticking their tongue out. "I'm just saying, no one can look sillier than me!" You roll your eyes and shake your head. The smile never leaving your face.

They grab your other hand and start dancing for you, swaying you side to side. You can't help but giggle, letting them have their fun. You sway your hips and release their hands, moving yours back, snapping your fingers while doing circles and stepping side to side. Their grin widens and they yell, "Hell yeah! get it!!" Encouraging you. 

Smiling big, you continue attempting to dance with them. Sloane closes their eyes and lets themself feel the music, they move their feet expertly, and their arm movements intentionally. Seeing this makes you realize they definitely know how to dance. Your eyes explore them, their body and the way they move. It feels dirty watching them like this…But they invited you to dance, you think maybe they want you to watch them. Enjoy them, drink them up. 

It feels as though they've already wrapped you around their finger. You feel sadness bubble that the song is already ending. Luckily the next song that plays doesn't disappoint, more bass-y than the last. This one still just as popular as the day it released. 

You let yourself loosen, swaying your full body in rhythm with the bass as the song goes on. Sloane is looking at you again, and you daringly strut around them, stepping in beat with the drums. Alcohol does wonders for self esteem. They wait for you to come back around before stepping close, pulling you in by the hand. You raise an eyebrow, checking them with a grin, before gleefully walking back, shuffling your feet in tune with the music then pulling them towards you. They follow excitedly, their foot work impressive as they step towards you. They raise your held hand up as they approach and you twirl around to face them once more. Confidence runs through you at this point, letting go of the hand above you. You bring your free hand up quickly, placing it on their chest before grabbing their opposite hand. They're grinning so hard, pulling back, until your arms are taunt. Then jerking you towards them, you turn so your back hits their chest. Sloane has one hand around your front, hugging you just beneath your chest. The other holding your hip, their head resting next to yours. You both just sway now, enjoying each other's company and the music. "This okay?" They ask in your ear, the tone in their voice dropping low.

"Huh?" You say loudly, turning to face them. 

"I asked if this is okay!" They announced a little louder, and closer to your ear.

"Yeah!" You affirm happily, like this is the best day of your life. 

Do I wanna know?

If these feelings flow both ways.

Sad to see you go.

Sorta hoping that you'd stay.

Baby we both know.

That the nights were mainly made for sayin' things.

That you can't say tomorrow day.

Dancing with them like this, swaying side to side feels almost romantic. And you're having a really hard time ignoring that fact. That coupled with your already burning attraction has you dizzy. You could stay here forever. Another song passes by, and you both continue dancing with one another. At one point, you fumble through a waltz before they twirl and dip you. Despite having the time of your life, exhaustion was quickly catching up. Feeling a bit hot, and tired, holding both their hands, you turn around.

Looking up at Sloane, you truly get to admire their beauty. They've got beautiful curls, swooping and gentle. Their hair is natural, soft looking, and when you danced you could even smell their shampoo. Their eyes are a deep brown, rich like the dirt they so love digging through. You finally notice their eyebrow piercing as well, and you bite your lip. It suits them. You think. 

The longer you analyze their features, you wonder how the hell they're even real. How someone could look as perfect as them, be as charming as them. It nearly drives you mad. They smile a little, their eyes darting away. Their flushed cheeks grow a little redder at your prolonged staring. You smile a little, this is the first time you've seen them at least a little bashful. It's adorable.

The music is playing quietly now, seeing as most of the guests vacated the dance floor. Only a few stragglers are left, you included. So now you can properly talk to them.

"You know earlier... I wasn't exactly looking at the cupcakes…” You purse your lips, and squint your eyes, as if to will yourself to get the words out.

“I was staring at you." You chew your lip, looking away shyly. This confession could make or break this… whatever this is. You certainly don't wanna break it. While nervous, you had a feeling they would respond positively.

Their eyes snap back towards you, and they let themself smile, raising an eyebrow. "Ohhh, I'm that pretty, huh?" They tease.

You sigh and roll your eyes, they really are such a bastard. "Yeah yeah, whatever." You mutter, playfully pushing their shoulder. Not risking stroking their ego any further.

"No no, tell me, was it the bowtie?" They snicker, pushing their chest out a bit to really show it off. 

You shake your head, running your hands up from their own and readjusting their accessory. “Yes, it was the bowtie, all I wanted was you, bowtie.” You whisper at their chest, pulling the sides of the bow.

“Psh,” They chuckle, “Okay for real! What was it, huh?” They say, flashing their signature grin while raising their eyebrows suggestively. Perhaps telling them was a bad idea, you purse your lips again, realizing they'll bother you forever until you tell them. It seems like they're DYING to know.

You hum, dropping your head onto their chest. With one hand still on their chest, you let your other trail down their arm before grasping theirs, bringing it up towards you. Flipping it palm up, you let your free hand lightly touch their palm. "Your hands, I like them. I was looking at them." Dragging your fingers along their palm, you feel every callous and rough patch of skin. You turn them over to admire their nail polish and knuckles. You even start to massage in-between their fingers, just soaking up the fact that you can touch them like this, and they're allowing you to.

They seem to be at a loss for words, and you figure that doesn't happen too often. Smiling, you walk your fingers up their arm and to their shoulder to rest it there, bringing your other arm up to mirror it. Their hands come up to your waist and bring you close. While enjoying the embrace, you weren't expecting them to shake you and hug you in tightly. They groan into your shoulder, as if frustrated. You puff out a laugh at their weirdness. 

"Sorry- you're just so cute." They say, pulling back. "I just met you and you already got me in stitches." They admit, kicking the dirt by your feet. You figure instant attraction to a stranger is just as new to you as it is to them.

"Well..." You start, not even sure what to say. "We can… go back to my room? I'm staying at a hotel nearby. We can hang out, talk...see where it takes us?" Your voice raises at the end of your sentence, as if a little worried they'll say no. That's another lie, you were a LOT worried they'll say no, denying you any more of their time.

Your anxiety is evident as your eyes search their face for a clue, a glimmer of what they might say. Of what they could be thinking. 

Sloane looks at you with tenderness. Such sweetness you could melt. They bring a hand up to cup the side of your face, rubbing their thumb across it. "I'd like that." They say, their voice seems to tighten as if they're both excited and nervous about the proposition.

Yeah, usually parties suck. But this one? This one was amazing.

#i proof read this like 2983 times and so did my bf and then also another friend so if theres a typo im sorry im stupid #venture x reader #sloane cameron #sloan cameron #overwatch #self insert #overwatch 2 #venture overwatch #great googily moogily that thang is juicey #crazy i wrote a fanfiction #also the songs are out of control by she wants revenge and then do i wanna know by arctic monkeys

[projectbluearcadia]

[P1] My Love, I Am Drinking PLeNTy of WAteR

Lucifer x F!MC

[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]

I can't believe I haven't gotten to drunk Luci. He's so cute when he's tipsy.

[ Story Premise: Lucifer gets wasted on demonus on account of Diavolo (drink responsibly please) and comes home late looking for his favorite human. Lucifer being Lucifer, he manages to get sappy and horny at the same time.

**Part 1 is SFW; Part 2 is NSFW. ]

Wordcount - 955

For once, it’s a quiet night in the House of Lamentation. Mammon had been knocked out on the floor. Leviathan was right next to him, his arm laying over Mammon’s face with his hand still firmly grasped around a controller. You had spread a blanket over them both, being the kind, lovely soul you were. Belphegor sleeps in fetal position hugging his favorite pillow in the corner, his twin awkwardly sitting against the couch with his drooling head slumped against the cushions. Satan snoozes on top of said couch, a book laying over his face, while Asmodeus lays front and center within a nest of pillows, his head resting on Mammon’s blanketed stomach. Evidently, he had moved his head there in the time it had taken you to get a book for yourself. 

You check the time and find yourself yawning. 1:31 A.M. It’s about time that you should get some relaxation, although that isn’t entirely possible when you know Lucifer is still out, probably staying up into the wee hours of the night. This was, if he was even planning on sleeping tonight. His habit of getting very little sleep during the workweek was getting worse, to the point where you had to use your pact to make him go to bed. 

Stupid stressed idiot. It annoys you just thinking about it. It’s bad enough that he was leaving you to handle his brothers when they got out of control (even if you were more capable of handling them than their tired older brother). Now he’s taking on some new project or something, and he was relapsing into his old habits despite how much you scolded him for it. It was a process, but it was just… Diavolo, why couldn’t he think ahead and realize you needed quality time with him?! 

Jingle-jingle. Jangle… Rustle, rustle. Click-click scrape scrape…

“Mmmn? Why won’t it go in?” Speak of the devil. 

You lay your book down before you even brought yourself to open it, making your way to the door to greet your idiot. You open the (unlocked) door for him to see the drunk leaning on the doorframe with a silly smile, Barbatos quietly bowing from behind him and leaving. 

“Hey there, Beautiful,” he says with a cute little hiccup, and you sigh as you grab him by the arm and drag him inside. “Hehe… Easy, easy, I’ll follow you wherever you want me t’go.” 

“Exactly how much did you drink tonight?” you ask, doubting that you’ll get an accurate answer. 

“Mmmnn…” he hums before he counts on his fingers and grins at you. “This mush.” 

“Lucifer, you can’t drink that much,” you groan as you drag him to the kitchen. 

“But Diavolo said it’d be a nice game. I’m fine, sweetie-honey…”

“Nevermind,” you sigh, grabbing a cup and filling it to the brim with water, Lucifer’s jaw resting heavily on your shoulder while he hums an adorable little song. “You’re going to drink this, and you’re going to go to bed.” 

“Do I re’lly need t’drink any water?” he complains, wrapping his arms around your waist. “I’ve got everything I need right here.” He rubs his face affectionately against your shoulder. 

“Yes, you need to drink water, Lucifer,” you reply, peeling his hands off to turn towards him and hand him the full glass. He pouts at you. 

“I don’t want to.” He sticks out his tongue just past his lips, and you raise an eyebrow at him. 

“Are… Are you trying to be a brat?” 

“‘M not a brat, you’re a brat,” he says petulantly. 

“Drink,” you insist. 

“Hm… I’ll drink if you give me a kiss.” 

“Fine.” You kiss Lucifer on the cheek, only for Lucifer to scoop you up and kiss you on the mouth, spilling the cup of water everywhere, including on both of you. “Now look what you did…” 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, kissing all over your face before he comes back to your lips. “Missed you… Did you miss me?” It’s amazing how, despite the fact that Lucifer is clearly wasted, he’s dependably holding up your thighs like you don’t weigh more than a paperweight. Demon privilege… you internally grumble. 

“Yes, Lucifer, I missed you, but you’re drunk, and we can cuddle after you’re in bed.” 

“Haha… MC missed me,” he giggles to himself, rubbing his flushed cheeks against yours. 

“Okay, I’ll cut you a deal. You go to your room while I… use the bathroom,” you say eventually, and Lucifer obligingly lets you back down and kisses you on the forehead. 

“Didn’ mean to make you hold it in,” he replies. “But I’ll come looking in ten minutes if you’re not around. I want my cuddles.” You can’t help but chuckle at Lucifer as he spins around and starts swaying in the direction of his bedroom, leaving you with the puddle on the floor and the empty plastic cup rolling around on the floor. Thank Diavolo you had been cautious enough not to use one of the glass ones. 

You pick it up, wash it and put it back before you pick out Lucifer’s travel mug and fill it with water so you could avoid him spilling it again. That, and he drank out of the thing like it was compulsory since he perpetually had it filled with coffee. 

You make your way upstairs, up towards Lucifer’s room, opening the door to find him picking at his buttons, the top of his chest exposed. He looks up at you and gives you a sweet, welcoming smile. 

“There you are. You’re a big liar.” 

“Er…” You didn’t think he’d be able to tell you were lying when he was toasted.

“It’s so hot in here,” he complains, still picking at his buttons and undoing them all out of order. It would help if you didn’t keep your fireplace lit all the time, you think as you help him take his vest off. “Mmm… aren’tchu hot too?” 

#just a drunken softie #adorable demon idiot #drunk lucifer #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #fanfiction #obey me! #shameless self indulgence #obey me #lucifer brainrot #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #self care

[brunnerasposts]

"wait in the truck"

S.H. x Female Reader

Summary: Steve gets lost on a rainy night and finds you bruised and bloody on the side of the road. You get in his truck, and he drives to find who hurt you and make them pay.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: OUTSIDE OF ST STORYLINE, mentions of physical, verbal, and mental abuse, swearing, slight fluff, references to violence, strangers to friends

Additional Note: I haven't written any fanfiction in a hot minute so please bare with my writing ;(

"Thank you for listening to 94.7!" The radio suddenly blared once the static had stopped. Steve immediately reached for the volume knob, turning it down. He could barely focus with how loud the rain was pouring and how fast his windshield wipers were having to move. There hadn't been any indications that it would be raining soon, let alone a whole storm. "Jesus," He muttered under his breath, throwing his high beams on. What was worse than being stuck in a storm? Being stuck in a storm and having no idea where the hell you are.

He couldn't remember when he had gotten off track from the directions being repeated consistently by the GPS. Maybe it was when he needed gas? Steve gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, agitated with himself for being so careless. His eyes squinted as he leaned forward, hoping that would help him see the road in front of him better. He was mainly concerned with hitting anything or anyone.

His eyes suddenly stopped squinting as he noticed a figure in the distance. It was a person. Maybe they could help him find out where he was. Relief washed over him as he drove closer. His relief soon turned to confusion as he began to realize this figure was walking away from him in the rain. It didn't look like they had a coat or anything.

He drove a bit faster to catch up with them before slowing down to a stop. He rolled his window down, realizing it was a woman. "Excuse me, Miss, I was wondering if you could help me out here." He asked, hoping to sound as nice as he possibly could. After all, it was the middle of the night and he was a man in a vehicle while she was alone and in the rain.

"I'm a little lost," He admitted, "I could drive you to wherever it is you're going in return. You could get sick being out there like that."

She stopped walking, keeping her head down so her hair blocked her face. "You're being awfully nice for a guy stuck out in a storm." Her voice was shaky, her accent thick. Steve couldn't help but smile, shaking his head. "Just trying to be nice."

The girl lifted her head to look at him, causing Steve's breath to hitch.

The first thing he noticed was that she was absolutely fucking beautiful. He had never seen such eyes. If it weren't raining and dark, he'd probably end up staring a lot longer than he had been. Her eyes were wide, tired, and had little life to them.

The longer he looked at her, the more his smile fell and turned into a scowl. Her lip was swollen with a bleeding cut going from the bottom to top lip. She had bruises all along the sides of her head and near one of her eyes. Her tank top did little to cover the cuts and bruises lining her arms. She held herself, shaking, eyes and nose red from the rain and from crying. She had been through hell. It didn't take long before Steve was reaching across and opening the door, having made up his mind. "Climb in,"

She complied.

He turned the car lights on, watching her as she buckled herself in. Her tank was torn up, dried blood splotches near her stomach area. "What happened?" He couldn't help but ask. She stared at him and was silent for a while. Her whole body trembled, so Steve reached for the heat and turned it on. He then reached into the back seat and grabbed a blanket, handing it to her.

"I..uh," She sniffled, "I was home and trying to fix this light. Couldn't reach it, so I grabbed this ol' ladder and ended up falling down the stairs." She told him, avoiding eye contact as she bundled herself up. "Thank you."

"Stairs, huh?" He asked, not really believing her story. She nodded a little, fiddling with something on her hand. He glanced at it before shifting into drive, turning the light back off in the car.

"This probably isn't any of my business, but couldn't your husband have fixed the light?" He asked, looking for any other roads besides the one they were on.

He slowed the car as he heard her begin to shift, pulling at her finger. She continued to pull until the ring came off, shakily placing the ring on the dashboard. Steve turned the light on again, looking at the blood covered ring. His attention shifted to her hands, seeing bruises of all sorts.

This wasn't just falling down a flight of stairs.

He inspected her face, noticing the watered-down blood that surrounded her mouth. Her watery eyes focused on the ring she had set down. "He's no husband of mine." She whispered.

Steve wasn't one to get involved in other people's business, but too many clues were adding up. He turned his GPS off, accelerating ever so slightly. He found a point in which he could make a u-turn, hand gripping the wheel. They didn't talk for a while. Not until they reached roads that branched off.

"Where is he?"

There was silence for a while, the woman hesitant to speak. "Home." She soon admitted, looking at her lap. "Drunk."

His suspicions had been correct then.

Some light came into view as they approached scattered "landmarks." A gas station, a diner, and a bar. Steve still was unsure of where he was, but he could tell it was a very small town.

"Make a right near that gas station." She spoke quietly, Steve putting his turning signal on. "Which house?" He asked, turning onto the road. "It's at the very end of the road." She told him. Steve nodded and continued driving.

His eyes moved everywhere as he drove. He looked at the road, his rear view mirror, his speedometer, the woman next to him, pretty much anything to keep his mind occupied. The idea of what this woman could have gone through was sending his blood pressure through the roof. He didn't care that she was a complete stranger to him, he just knew she needed help. And he was more than willing to put her mind at ease.

"Are you gonna hurt him?"

He could feel her eyes on him now, but he didn't look over. "It depends." He spoke, spotting the house in the distance. He turned his lights off, driving slowly. "Do you love him?" He asked as he parked, now turning to look at her. Even in the darkness of the car, he could see her uncertainty. He gently reached his hand out, palm facing up so she could put her hand in his.

The woman was hesitant, but she placed her hand in his. "I promise he isn't going to bother you again. Now, wait in the truck." He said before opening the car door. Steve shut the door behind himself and opened the door to the backseat.

"What if he hurts you?" She asked in a panic as he grabbed his pistol and his baseball bat.

"He won't."

Steve went to close the door, but she quickly exclaimed, "Wait," and Steve stopped. "What's your name?" She asked, gripping the blanket around herself now. He couldn't help but smile a little, glad she was finding comfort in his things. "Steve. Steve Harrington."

"Y/N Letcher." She introduced herself. "Mr. Harrington, why are you helping me?" She asked, Steve simply shaking his head in response. "Just wait in the truck." He told her, closing the car door. Rain continued to fall, making his once nicely kept hair into a mop on his head. For once, he couldn't care less. He walked up the gravel driveway, each crunch under his shoe, giving him the confidence to walk up and pound on the door.

If he was being completely honest, he couldn't even answer her question. He wasn't entirely sure why he was involving himself in another person's business other than the fact that she was in trouble and needed help. He didn't approve of this kind of behavior, and he needed to make sure this man never hurt anyone ever again.

The door cracked open, a man in a white wife beater and jeans standing with a cigarette in his mouth. "Mr. Letcher?" Steve asked.

"Who the fuck are you?" Mr. Letcher asked, scratching at his beer covered stomach. At least Steve thought it was beer. Steve grinned at the man through the screen door. "You got company?"

"Who's askin'?" The man spat, his accent thicker than his wife's. Steve twiddled with his baseball bat, opening the screen door which startled the man. He then held the baseball bat against his shoulder, grinning.

"Harrington. Steve Harrington."

---

"Harrington, you've got a visitor."

Steve rolled his shoulders before sitting in his designated chair, glaring at the officer behind him. He adjusted his wrists, looking to the phone on the wall. Taking it, Steve held it against his ear and looked through the glass.

"Your bruises seem to be almost healed."

"I hardly even notice them anymore." She smiled, more lively than he had last seen her. Steve took the time to really look at Y/N. Bruises almost gone, no blood, no cuts, just healing. Healing in so many ways.

"How are you?" He asked.

"Me? I'm doing perfectly fine, Mr. Harrington. I should be asking that."

Steve chuckled and shrugged his shoulders. "It's alright in here. If I can survive one month, I can survive another eleven." He grinned a little until he noticed that her eyes cast down to the handcuffs on his wrists. "I'm proud to be here, Y/N. Please don't blame yourself." He said, watching as she slowly nodded.

"I won't. I just...I still don't understand why. Why help me? You could've just driven me somewhere and dropped me off and...that would be it." Y/N whispered into the phone. Steve's eyebrows furrowed with concern, leaning closer.

"I helped because I couldn't imagine what would've happened to you if I didn't." He frowned, gently placing his finger against the glass. She did the same. "He won't hurt you anymore. He can't," Steve promised, "And I promise the second I'm out of here, I'm gonna make sure you never have to worry about him again."

The woman laughed softly, gazing at Steve. "You've done more than enough for little ol' me, Mr. Harrington." She promised. "It's funny, when people ask me about what happened, I never know how to describe you. I keep wanting to call you an angel, but I don't know if an angel would've done what you did."

Steve chuckled. "I'm sure they wouldn't."

She stared at Steve for a little, glancing to the officer who gave her a minute warning. "Steve?"

Slightly surprised by the use of his first name, he sat up. "Yes?"

"Because of you, I can sleep peacefully, knowing I'll never be hit again. Thank you, darlin'. Thank you." Y/N smiled, eyes watery.

Steve nodded before they both returned their phones to their places. Steve didn't want to move. He just wanted to keep looking at her to know that she was okay now. But he knew.

As he watched her walk away, he knew that she was going to be just fine.

The End.

#Spotify #stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things imagine #stranger things x reader #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve stranger things #steve #harrington

[spaceorphan18]

How an animated series saved Remy LeBeau (again)

It's a bit of a hyperbolic title, but catchy, non?

I was looking over my comic collection as I've decided to reread X-Men's 60 year history over the course of the summer. And it got me thinking about a dead period of 616 canon that I've never actually read. Around the time Rogue hooked up with Magneto and scooted off to the Avengers, I decided I'd be done with comics for a while. And didn't start again until Rogue (and Gambit) came back to the X-books in 2017's Astonishing X-Men. But it made me wonder -- What happened to Gambit in that time??

Well, after his solo ended, he flitted around to X-Factor and hung out with X-23 and then kind of went 'poof' for a good long while.

Why? I can only guess the same reason this is a running motif with Gambit. There's something about him that drives the X-Office crazy. I'm not here to speculate what or how or who of it all. I don't know enough about the back end of Marvel give concrete answers. But I think what has surprised me (recently) is that he's definitely a fan favorite character.

[Yes, I know he can be a divisive character. Yes, I know elements of his character from the 90s has not aged well. Yes, I know there are those of you who can't stand him. Don't really care - you can get off my lawn, thank you.]

Which got me thinking -- Gambit's original popularity, I believe, stemmed from the original X-Men Animated Series. He had just started showing up in the comics at the time, and had barely any kind of page time. And the X-Men TAS swung and was a hit. And so was Gambit.

I don't really know that Gambit would be around today if TAS hadn't done its thing. Would the X-Office have kept him around? I really have no idea.

But they did try to get rid of him. That was the point of leaving him in Antarctica. And things were just never the same after that. Claremont tried his best in the early 2000s. And then Deathbit happened. Carey's run wasn't bad. But Carey clearly had an agenda for other things... And then, Gambit just kind of faded into the background. (I hear his run as a side character for Laura (X-23) was good - but I haven't read that.)

Bless Kelly Thompson (always) for sparking life back into him with (and his relationship with Rogue). And bless the fact that she actually married him to Rogue. Yes, I understand comics -- my god look what they did to Peter and MJ, no one really gets to be happily married except Sue and Reed. He and Rogue are now really tied together in a way that I don't think is going to be undone any time soon.

Even if the X-Office still isn't thrilled with the guy. Krakoa era has been less than ideal. (I can't comment on it fully - I haven't read much of it, as I'm behind on my comic reading.) But I've heard rumors that one reason Thompson was let go was that she didn't want Gambit killed off. And she didn't like the direction they wanted to take the character.

Which leads me to X-Men 97. Killing him off sucked. Really. As a fan, it really sucked. But - my god, the reaction to it. Gambit was amazing. And all I've heard lately is good things about the character. There's been a Gambit resurgence in the best way. He may have went out -- but he went out with a bang. X-Men 97 made an emotional impact with people. And that changes things.

Gambit is cool again.

And I love it.

What's even more exciting is the fact that the X-Office has changed hands again and Gail Simone on Uncanny who (if her Twitter/X feed is to be believed) is really enjoying writing the character. Which means (hopefully) at least another year or two in the comics of some (hopefully) great Gambit stuff.

And maybe there will be some changing of hearts and minds in the X-Office.

It's actually very exciting.

And, guys, I really (really, really) doubt he'll be completely gone from X-Men 97, too.

Because Remy LeBeau never stays down for long.

But as a fan, it's nice to see him be on top again. And I don't think he's going anywhere anytime soon.

#gambit #remy lebeau #xmen #x men #x men 97 #marvel #probably good this is so late at night #it's just a jumble of thoughts I needed to write out #I need to have a marvel meta tag #marvel meta #? #good lord I need sleep

[ssailormoonn]

❛ Self Care ❜

Postwar!Sasuke X Fem!Reader

| Not smutty but suggestive at the end + Fluff | REQUEST? yes |

WC; 2k + | !MDNI! | TW/CW; fab!fem!Reader,soft Sasuke like rlly soft and affectionate guys, body worship, reader is depicted as a medical ninja, this is so fluffy guys, use of {Y/n}

REQUEST; @lovelyandproblematic - ok since you asked and I have severe incurable Sasuke simp brain rot so if you ever need prompt ideas lmk! ty for being my fav tumblr creator rn 😍 SELF CARE SUNDAY W/ SASUKE! I’m talking face masks, eye masks, cute headbands, warm robes, and a nice candlelit bubble bath, the whole nine yards! He’d prolly never admit it but he def needs to be spoiled and might have to be forced bribed into participating (*cough* body worship? *cough*) but poor boy has been thru soo much he needs a night to relax and pls get some moisturizer on him stat! his skin must be screaming lmaooo

this is being depicted as sasuke being 19-20 years old, he's come back for a little while to Konoha from his redemption mission for a bit (he missed you :))

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"I'll see you later, Sakura!" I hummed in content giving her a one armed hug as she did too as our arms were filled with only a couple bags.

Sakura pulled away from the hug after a few seconds with a warm smile plastered on her face. "I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" She asked.

"For what?" I replied in confusion.

"Lady Tsunade said she'd like to meet up with us," Sakura said. "I think she misses us but she doesn't admit it."

"Ah, I see," I replied with a slight laugh leaving my gloss covered lips. "I'll make sure not to drink to much tomorrow night then."

"I'll see you, {Y/n}," She said while waving walking away.

"Bye, love!" I replied.

I pulled out my keys from my bag and I slid the key into the lock placed on the traditional sliding door. Stepping inside with an exhausted huff I slump myself down on the step up into the house and slip off my ninja shoes and rest them onto the rack only to see another pair there, a male pair.

My lips parted when I started thinking about who's they might be and my heart fluttered when I realised Sasuke must be back. I've been out the entire day and it's quite late at night now, who knows how long Sasuke has been back.

I nibbled on my bottom lip. Sasuke has come to visit three times in the two years he's been out. When Sasuke came back a few months ago he said he wouldn't be coming back for a couple of years and now look at him, he's here. It's odd, I wonder if something happened?

I place my bags next to the stair case that leads up to the bedrooms.

I haven't seen Sasuke yet wondering around in our house so I assume he's sleeping or in our room, the poor boy, he must be so tired and exhausted. I quietly slide open the door to our bedroom and I was met with the sight of my lover sleeping peacefully on our bed, the dark blue comforter covering the entirety of his body while he snuggled into the sheets. The sight made a gentle smile cross my lips.

Quietly making my way over to Sasuke side of the bed, I placed my hand delicately on his exposed cheek and I leant down and pressed a warm and gentle kiss to his forehead. I felt his body relax under my touch and I smiled into the kiss before pulling away slowly.

I was about to walk into the bathroom but just before my hand could leave Sasuke pale cheek, I felt a hand holding mine. Turning to look back, I see Sasuke's tired eyes looking at me and I immediately frown in worry.

"Sorry, dear," I hummed quietly, leaning down to meet Sasukes eye's. "I woke you."

"Don't stress," Sasuke hummed back with a tired sigh.

"'M just going to go have a shower and I'll be right back," I hummed but Sasuke didn't let go of my hand. "Are you alright, my dear?"

Sasuke hummed showing that he was fine. "I won't be too long, Sasuke," I replied. "But it'll take longer if you don't let me go," I added with a soft smile.

I watched Sasuke sit up slowly still holding my hand and a few moments of silence passed until Sasukes head drooped to my stomach and I could tell how tired he was. My other hand brushed through his hair and I placed a kiss to the top of his head.

"Would you like to come with me?" I offered and he nodded tiredly against my stomach. "Alright."

"You go ahead, I'll be there in a second," Sasuke mumbled pulling away from me looking up at me with onyx and purple eyes.

"Okay," I smiled gently as Sasuke let go of my hand.

Sasuke made his way sluggishly through the door when I turned on the tap to fill up the bath. "I figured that a bath would be better, you seem really exhausted," I hummed as I watched Sasuke slump himself down on the stool next to the bath and lean his head against the wall.

I let out a sigh while turning around to the cabinets under the sink to bring out some bathing oils and vanilla scented body wash. "My love," I mumbled thinking about how tired Sasuke is. I had no knowledge on why he was so exhausted as the last couple times he came back home he seemed normal.

Maybe that's it, maybe something happened to Sasuke and I didn't notice and now he can't cope. I'm really a terrible girlfriend, I'm so stupid.

I pulled out some facial lotions and serums for myself before a =n interesting thought came into my head. Sasuke wouldn't mind if I used some of these on him would he?

A smile rose to my face and I saw Sasuke look at me at the mirror with a suspicious expression and I simply let out a soft giggle. I watched him shake his head before leaning it back to the wall while a small smile appeared on his face. Well whatever I'm doing sure seems to cheer him up.

"Are you hungry, love?" I asked Sasuke stepping to the bath adding the salts, oils and body lotion.

"A little bit," Sasuke mumbled.

"That means you are," I replied rolling my eyes at his slight lie. "What would you like for dinner? We can go out or I can cook something?"

"I'd like to stay in," Sasuke said standing up and to my surprise he stood behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. "Beef tomato curry," He mumbled against the side of my neck and I smiled even though I knew he couldn't see.

I let out a soft laugh, "I'll make that for you, but it might take a some time to make, are you okay with that?"

"Yeah," Sasuke hummed briefly.

"Alright. You can go in," I said turning around gently in his arm. "I'll get dinner started and then I'll come in with you."

Sasuke gave me a soft kiss to my forehead before pulling away and his hand moving from my waist to cupping my cheek. "Don't be too long," Sasuke mumbled.

"I'll only be ten minutes, love," I replied. "I just need to cut things and put them in with broth."

──

I came back into the bathroom, like I said, ten minutes later as I was already pretty efficient with cutting things up relatively quickly. As I slid open the door I was met with the sight of Sasuke almost asleep in the bath and a soft smile crossed my lips at the sight. My tired boy.

I slipped of my ninja clothes and folded them neatly next to the sink next to Sasuke's grey sweats, as that was all he was wearing. I placed the serums and facial creams on the rim of the bathtub before I slid into the warm water.

Dinner will be ready in forty five minutes plus another ten minutes to cook the rice.

I sunk myself over Sasukes lap and I watched him open his eyes, with the rim of the Rinnegan peaking out from under his fringe. My hand cupped his cheek and I examined the condition of his skin and noticed that it was quite dry. I was planning to use my serums and skincare myself but I guess Sasuke had priority.

Squeezing some of the serum on the tips of my fingers I slowly applied the thick liquid over his face, my fingers slipping under his fringe even though I knew he didn't like me pushing it up. His nose scrunched ever so slightly when I did so which I found quite cute.

"When did you come home?" I calmly asked.

"Around midday," He replied. "I hoped that you would've been home."

"Sorry, Love. I was out shopping," I said, remembering about the bags I left downstairs full of groceries and some new clothes.

I applied some of the hydrating lotion to his face, taking in the beauty of it, he's so beautiful. "I thought you said you wouldn't be coming back for a while," I mumbled and Sasuke's hand held mine over his cheek.

Sasuke sighed before saying, "I wasn't feeling too well-"

"Are you sick?" I interrupted worried placing my other hand over his forehead only to realise that there was no fever or temperature. Sasuke is acting funny. "Well," I continued, "you look tired, Sasuke. Please relax for me."

He hummed in agreement closing his eyes in content as I continued to clean him up, only to realise that he was already really clean, his skin is quite dry though. "My love?" I asked and Sasuke gently opened his eyes.

"Yeah," He mummed.

"Did you shower before I got here?"

"I did," Sasuke replied. "I wouldn't have gone in bed dirty, I know how much you don't like the sheets getting dirty too fast."

"Yep," I said with a smile before I let my hands rest on the skin between his shoulders and neck. There was silence for longer than a few moments and my lips parted before I asked again, "Sasuke, why did you come home early? You said- you said you would be gone for a couple years."

"I missed what home felt like," Sasuke replied and I saw the lump he swallowed in his throat.

My brows furrowed in confusion. "You needn't worry, Sasuke. Our house will still be here no matter where you go," I murmured, leaning my forehead against his.

"I missed my home," Sasuke repeats as I cupped his cheeks.

My lips ghosted over his as I spoke, "You're home, love."

"I want you to come with me," Sasuke said.

"What?" I said breathlessly.

"I need my home to come with me."

My eyes widened in realisation. He wasn't talking about our house. Sasuke was talking about me.

Sasukes arm wrapped around my waist pulling me in closer causing me to let out a small gasp. "I'll come, Sasuke," I hummed as I closed my eyes and let my lips grace his own.

The lip balm I had on soothing his chapped lips.

I was his home and he was doing wandering around doing who knows what without it, without me.

Something came over my and I pressed my lips to his inciting a groan from his mouth as my tongue slipped into his mouth. His arm moved and tightened around my waist, pulling me inevitably closer into him than I already was.

Heat pooled in my stomach as Sasukes dick pressed up at my entrance and I let out a breathless sigh into his mouth before I pulled away. "Let me touch you," I asked while I nipped at the skin below his ear, leaving subtle red marks in it's path.

"You don't need to ask me anything," Sasuke groaned. "Do what you want."

I mumbled a thank you from my mouth while my hands ran down his arms, shoulders, and his toned abs. Sasukes head lolled back, leaning against the edge of the bathtub.

"You're so beautiful," I mumbled in between breaths of me marking up the base of his neck.

His arm tightened around my waist further and he pressed my down as much as he could to his dick and I let out a moan against his neck as Sasuke sighed in content.

"So beautiful."

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[an-au-blog]

I love zosan and think the art made me love it even more, but if I'm being honest with myself and how I feel about the canon, I'd say there should be zolu and sanuso before zosan. Let me explain:

The only logical explanation for Zoro - a pirate hunter, who had killed pirates for very petty reasons... to join a random guy with no crew, no boat and a pipedream, is that he saw something in him. The sheer amount of loyalty this man holds for his captain is more than akin to blind devotion than anything. And the trust Luffy holds in his first mate is absolutely astounding.

Outside of the ladies, Sanji only ever defends/vouches for Usopp. Even though Usopp is a man, Sanji doesn't treat him with the annoyance he sometimes has for Luffy and Zoro. During the water 7 arc, he keeps defending Usopp even though the Mary fiascos. He's super protective towards him.

In conclusion, here's how I think it'd go:

Sanji had been unintentionally courting Usopp and only realized it when water 7 happened. At some point while they're still in recovery or maybe while they were still traveling to enmys lobby, he tries to tell him what he's realized. Because if he really leaves the crew, this would be his only chance and he needed to live without regrets, as there was no guarantee what could happen.

Sanji: Usopp, I know it's not the time or place, but-

Usopp: Haha, this isn't Usopp, I'm Sniper King, remember?!

Sanji (defeated, knowing nothing will come of this): Yeah, well, when you see Usopp, can you tell him that I'm sorry I couldn't tell him on time, but I love him and I regret only realizing it now...

Usopp: ...

Usopp: Oh... well... I'll be sure to tell him.

Sanji might have taken that as a nice way to reject him, so he decided to take it with dignity and leave but was stopped when he heard

Usopp: And thank you... I mean, he'd probably thank you. For telling him.

Would it be too pathetic of Sanji to hold onto hope?

After everything was said and done, Usopp joined again. Sanji had forgotten, with all the things that happened, about his confession. So he was a bit surprised when he approached him about it.

S: Soooo... Sniper King told me what you wanted to tell me...

U, sweating bullets: Whaaat? I didn't mean- I mean I never told him to tell you anything, idk what you're talking about. That sniper king guy probably lied!

S: I don't think he's the type to lie. He's a man of honor, you know.

U, not believe that he's getting jealous of himself: you're so easy to defend him, you like him or something?

S, with embarrassment but loving adoration: Yeah.

U, heart broken: Oh. Well, I wish you two a happy life then.

(If he's wondering whether or not to "rejoin as SK", but living a double life would be hard and -)

S: Wait, where are you going. I just told you I loved you and you're walking away? Did something happen, I thought...

U: You said you like Sniper King, not me. (*insert rant about how SK is so much better than Usopp and all that self degrading bs*)

S: Okay, okay, no. I know you're the same person. But if you insist: I love you too. Not only in a friend way, not because of your persona, but because of you. Usopp.

And awww, would you look at that, they started dating. Time passes and Usopp stops feeling as insecure as he had before. Sanji keeps flirting with women but never means it and they all know it because they always ends up back in each other's arms. But then something devastating happens. Sanji can't stop thinking about how the mosshead never wears a shirt. It's infuriating and Usopp kind of understands, at one point he goes "Have you tried touching his chest? Maybe you'll get it out of your system."

To which Sanji is 1. Speechless, petrified, flabbergasted; 2. Shook and horrified at the suggestion; 3. Kind of obsessed with the idea now that he thinks about it; 4. defensive because "my love, you are all I need how could youuuu think thaaat".

In that order.

Usopp, laughing nervously: It's not like I haven't done it.

Sanji: What?

Usopp: What.

So it turned out, that one night of drinking made Zoro almost kiss Usopp, which he backed away because he was afraid, but then Zoro called it "physical traids" which made him.confused and a bit worried that he didn't know what that was, so he said he'd think about it. Zoro looked at him in a way that conveyed "what is there to think about", but never voiced it. With a shrug, he said okay and never tried anything after that.

So Sanji and Usopp decided that they needed to talk about it with the swordsman himself. To work out the logistics if anything... What he said, however, none of them expected.

Zoro: I don't know why you make it into a big fuss. Physical traids, yeah, it's like: I find you attractive, you find me attractive, we care for each other so we make out or if we're feeling it - more. How can Luffy het it, but you can't.

Jaws on the floor.

They call Luffy in on the conversation and it gets worse.

Luffy: Yeah, it's like when I'm bored, or feel like it, we do stuff. But I don't really wanna kiss anyone else and I told him you guys are okay to kiss cause I trust you!

Explaining to them that, yes - that's kind of what dating is, and yes - they've been technically exclusively dating until now, went about as well as one might have hoped. At one point, Sanji definitely got frustrated from his own overthinking about why Marimo had hit on his boyfriend but never him. To which Zoro responded that he had tried a couple of times but Sanji just kicked or ignored him, so he gave up, thinking he wasn't interested.

And at some point Luffy definitely drops something like "I'd like to try with you guys too, it could be fun." with a beaming smile and both Usopp and Sanji wouldn't be able to stop thinking about ot for a week straight, low-key obsessing over it until they decide, okay, yes. And then they would tell him and he would just go "Oh, right, forgot about that, sure, let's do it!"

(idk this was funnier in my head)

#idk what this love triangle is called #sanuso #zolu #zosan #op #zolusanuso #zolusan #usolu #sanlu #idk how to tag I'm gonna cry

[badassomens]

Well, judging by the likes on the last post, you still don't mind reading what I came up with. Let's try this. Untitled yet.

Warnings: Alcohol, smoking, in the future, possibly sex, but that's not for sure.

And also, the main character has a name, because it's easier for me. You can substitute your own for convenience❤️ I also apologize for any mistakes and stuff like that. English is not my first language

Part 1

"Why do you hate me so much, Meg?"

You're looking at a friend who came to you with a statement that you need to leave the house more often, otherwise, I quote, <<One day I'll come to you, and you'll be covered in mold. >>

"Don't exaggerate. I go out for a walk sometimes…"

"Margo, walking to the store to buy cigarettes is not the same as walking."

You just roll your eyes and click your tongue indignantly.

"Come on, Margot, let's go. It's going to be fun, really. You and I haven't been out for a long time." Meg keeps trying to get you to go to the party with her.

You absolutely did not like events of this kind. Too many people. Too loud. Just too much. Just the thought of this made you ready to howl, but at the same time you wanted to spend the evening with your friend outside the walls of your home. “Okay, you persuaded me,” you give up and your friend happily hugs you, “but only on the condition that I leave there whenever I want.” - Of course, of course, of course. - The friend quickly nods her head and looks like a dummy. And just like that, your head will fly off. You laugh good-naturedly at her reaction and go to bring yourself into human form.

***

As it turned out, the party was at your mutual friend’s place. At the thought that there would be other faces familiar to you, besides Meg, you felt a little better. And yet you felt uneasy. After an hour of being in this crowd, you wanted to climb the wall. You decided to find a secluded place on the street to be alone for a little while and smoke in peace. You leave the house into the backyard and go to the farthest corner, as far away from the crowd as possible. Finding yourself alone, you relax and take out a pack of cigarettes from your purse. You take out a cigarette, light it and finally calm down.

Unfortunately for you, the calm did not last long. A guy approaches you asking for a cigarette. It’s dark in the yard and you can’t see his face. You carefully take out a nicotine stick and hand it to the guy. He strikes the lighter wheel and in the light of the fire you recognize Noah

“Thank you,” he takes a drag and releases gray puffs of smoke, “it feels like no one smokes in this house.” Or he’s just a miser. You smile lightly at his remark and also take a drag. You met last year at one of the same parties, when you still loved them and tried not to miss a single opportunity to have fun. You had almost no contact with Noah before. You saw each other a couple of times after meeting, you could say hello to each other, but purely out of politeness..

"How did you like your evening?" the guy looks at you, waiting for an answer.

"Well... It's nice here. Like."

“Then why are you hiding here?” He smiles and turns towards the house.

"What? I am not hiding. Why do you think so?"

“I saw you in the house,” the guy turned to you again, “you could tell by your face that you were forced to come here.” You didn’t know what to answer and silence fell between you. You take out another cigarette from the pack, and then a second one, and hand it to the guy.

"You disappeared from the house so abruptly," Noah breaks the silence first, "to be honest, I was looking for you.

"So you're saying you've been following me?" — you turn to the guy in surprise.

" I wasn't watching. Just... watching

" You do realize that this is very suspicious, right?

The guy was thinking, and then you heard his quiet laugh.

"God, I turned it over in my head and realized that it was really very creepy" He's looking at you again. "I'm sorry, please, I didn't mean to scare you. I just didn't know how to approach you, and then you disappeared and I was a little upset. Seriously, I didn't mean anything bad. You just looked so lost."

" I just don't like parties. There are too many strangers, it's too noisy. Apologies accepted, by the way."

"I remember seeing you at parties a lot last year," Noah frowns a little, "you were more active. I'm sorry if I'm prying into my business, but... is something wrong with you?"

You look at Noah and your eyes, accustomed to the darkness, allow you to distinguish his worried look. You turn away from the guy and shake your head negatively.

" No, it's okay. It's just that tastes have changed."

He sees that you don't want to talk about this topic and decides not to bother with his questions, but simply translates the topic.

" Listen, since you don't like parties with a crowd of people, maybe you'd like to meet me in a more relaxed atmosphere? Next Thursday, if you're free? In some cafe or bar?"

It's like you've been doused with ice water. Seriously? Has he decided to ask you out on a date? You've heard a lot of rumors about Noah turning down all the girls who try to hit on him.

"And this… Like a date?"

" More like just a friendly meeting, okay?"

" Hmm... if so, then maybe I agree."

" Well, then I'll wait for Thursday."

The guy pushed off from the wall where you were standing and was about to leave, but turned around, looked at you and said:

" By the way, you look just fine today."

He winked at you, turned around and walked back to the house. You pulled another cigarette out of the pack, nervously lighting it.

After another 30 minutes, you return to the house and find Meg telling her about a strange conversation with a guy.

" Margot, are you kidding now?"

" What the hell kind of jokes?!" you scream nervously and your friend realizes that this is really not a joke.

" So Noah asked you out on a date" you cast a nervous glance at your friend. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, for a "friendly meeting" and you agreed?"

" Well, it turns out that way."

" You're lucky!" Meg hugs you happily." Can you imagine how many girls are hanging on him? And he refuses everyone. There are already rumors that he is gay. But somehow I can't believe it. Rather, the girls just decided to find an excuse for his refusals."

" God, Meg, calm down, it's just a friendly meeting.…"

" Yeah, I believe you." grinning, the friend raises both hands, as if giving up, to which you roll your eyes, but stops the argument.

" You know, I'm going home. I've had enough fun for today."

You hug Meg and go out into the yard. Passing by the pool, you notice Noah on the opposite side. He stands surrounded by girls, but, as if sensing your gaze, raises his head and looks at you. You wave at him and the corners of his lips lift in a slight smile. Smiling back, you leave the yard and call a taxi, which will soon take you home.

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian davis #noah sebastian x reader #bad omens band #bad omens cult #concrete jungle #the death of peace of mind #bad omens fanfiction #bad omens fic

[stinmybubs]

"I want you."

AN: Hi hi! I haven't ever really posted on tumblr because I'm so obsessed with reading lol, but I just decided to say fuck it and write wtv I think of.

18+!! Please be advised there will be mature content! Minors I cannot control you but DNI if you do see this, thank you so much!

AFAB! Reader! x Bakugo Katsuki

Bakugo is a hothead, we all know this as a fact. Getting close to him wasn't the easy, you found him a bit annoying because of his constant yelling every time someone tried to be nice to him.

You never considered Bakugo Katsuki as your time, maybe Kirishima, Midoriya, a little bit of Denki, hell Mina sure was up your alley. But the way you saw the hot headed boy changed a bit overtime, it was his calmness. He never really got out of line unless provoked or wanted to show off a bit. Which you found awfully cute.

It was the little things. Noticing how he treated those he kept around him, just the cute ways he'd refuse to make eye contact with people especially id he was embarrassed.

Sooner or later you found yourself staring at him more often, noticing how beautiful he was, yeah beautiful...but also how awfully hot he was. His biceps, chest, arms, legs, everything was just so ugh. The way he looked in tank tops just made you drool.

AN: Okay okay I'm getting off track of actual head cannons I am so sorry its been so long.

B Katsuki He notices how you stare, and cant say he hates the attention you give him, of course he loves it. He revels in it.

B Katsuki You never noticed, but he always kept an eye on you. Not only was he too afraid to speak to you but he knew you didn't see him in a good way. I mean you made it pretty obvious from the beginning and by the way you used to look at him. He was never too good at properly talking to someone. Especially people he liked. So he started with small things, trying to be calmer even though everything everyone said was stupid. He just wanted you to like him, but he didn't know if you ever will.

B Katsuki When he noticed the staring, his heart skipped. It made him nervous and he never knew where to look. But now, its time to show off even more knowing you're watching. He tried looking over from time to time to see your reaction to what he was doing, did you like it? But one time he saw you looking everywhere but his face and the smirk on his face when he found out...his ego inflated so much that day.

B Katsuki The worst part of trying to drop hints at Bakugo was hot but frustrating, the way you'd purposely bend over in his line of sight, or the way you'd purposely unbutton your shit whenever it was "hot." But the fucker never even looked your way or said anything.

B Katsuki Oh he noticed, he noticed your little tease. And how he longed to touch you. But what pissed him off about you doing this was how the other boys could see this, especially on one particular day.

Class 1-A decided to collectively work out together, especially try to motivate the non-athletic classmates. Your workout clothes weren't that different from the rest of the girls, a tank top and some work out shorts. You and the girls were kind of slacking off until Bakugo came over yelling for you guys to stop fooling around and actually work out or in his words. " Leave ya' takin up space." And with that the giggling was over.

"Ugh..." You groaned, leaning against a wall to regain your energy. You quickly grabbed the small towel you had resting on the bar while you were attempting to bench press, wiping the icky sweat from your forehead and chest.

"Eugh, water...need.." This time you weren't even attempting to be a tease, you just wanted some fucking water. You bend over to check the time on your phone, lowering your head with a hand on the wall, resting your eyes with a sigh.

"Ugh...we've been here for only 30min." You sigh, lifting yourself back up and stretching your back. Not realizing the fuming Katsuki staring at you.

"Oi' fuckers I didn't say you can stop workin' out!"

Bakugo yelled, noticing a handful of guys staring at you. Denki, mineta, Kirishima, and Sero. Now he's pissed.

AN: Uhhh, this turned out to be wayyyy more than headcannons. Safe to say that this is going to have a pt.2! Yay my first 2 parter! I cannot write long stories so :3 Oh! I am recently getting back into writing so I am very sorry if the grammar is horrid and the story sucks it was off the top of my head as I wrote, no pre-plan, no nothin. I am very sorry! But thank you for reading. <3

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[shaunashipman]

I don’t mean this in a rude way cause everyone can have their own opinions and I’m honestly probably going to block you cause I want peace in my life I’m just honestly curious in what world do Buddie shippers only care about Buck and Eddie fucking?? Cause for one thing if that’s all they cared about they could just move on from Eddie because buck has another “hot” guy to be with?? Which I’ve seen a lot of not most bummy shippers do. Like Tommy has next to no character and on top of that if he was a girl he would be getting so so so much hate for showing up without a costume to the bachelor party. I just want an example of Buddie shippers only caring about them fucking cause as someone who’s been here for years a lot of buddie shippers actually care about the relationship. Hell my favorite moments are when they’re just soft with each other and helping each other when they need the other one. I think about them holding hands and their tattoos lining up more then I do them having sex. So I’m lost and I don’t get why your hating when you can just enjoy your ship while they last

ok look, you may not even see this if you've already blocked me and honestly I hope you have, curate your space. but I also know people who send these types of asks like to wait around obsessively for a response

I get that you think that because you've used nice words that this isn't a batshit thing to send to someone, but it is

• "i don't mean this in a rude way" proceeds to word vomit rudeness in my inbox

• "I'm honestly probably going to block you" why have you not already?

• "cause I want peace in my life" we don't know each other. I have directed nothing at anyone except the general collective of BoBs. if you feel someone having an opinion on the internet is not letting you have peace, that's something you need to work out yourself, possibly with a therapist

• "in what world do buddie shippers only care about buck and eddie fucking?" I literally had to scroll my blog to even figure out what this was about, and the answer is hyperbole. often used for dramatic and emphatic affect, to make a point

• "I just want an example of..." why? why do you require an example from someone you say you're going to block in order to justify their opinion? why are you entitled to go into their inbox and demand it?

• "I don't get why...you can't just enjoy your ship while it lasts" why can't you just enjoy your ship being fanon?

I understand fandom rots our brains, it does it to all of us, myself included, I've posted things I probably shouldn't have and wouldn't have if I had taken a step back first. but it is not normal to go into someone's inbox like this, demanding justification for opinions and making out like I have been somehow personally attacking you

now, please do block me if you haven't already, cause I'm not gonna shut up and I'm not gonna explain myself to someone who comes to condescend in my inbox and obliquely accuse me

#cleo gets mail #anonymous #911 #bucktommy #anti buddie

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 14

The sound of seagulls floods the open, unpolluted air of Pelican Town. Summer has finally arrived, which means I have to grow this season's crops. A trip to Pierre's shop is in dire need since I also need to replenish my food supply.

The jingle above the door announces my arrival, causing Pierre to look up from his counter and give me a greeting nod. I shoot back a casual wave and disappear into the aisles.

"I knew you'd be here, farmer." Haley gave me a sly smile. She was apparently waiting for my arrival.

"Well hello there pretty lady, how'd you know I'd be here?" I throw my hands in my pockets and broaden my shoulders. She blushes at my little comment.

"Well, last season we ran into each other here around this time when you needed seeds. I may have waited around today to see if you'd show. I want to know what kind of crops you are growing this season," she responds.

"Uh huh...?" I give her a look of suspicion, unsure if she is telling the truth.

"No really! I don't want anything else I promise...," I watch her look me up and down quickly, "scouts honor!" she puts two fingers together in the air instead of the three.

I cover my mouth quickly to stop me from laughing out, but I don't do a good job because I end up letting out a few chuckles.

"I think your fingers are saying otherwise," I say.

A look of confusion crosses her face.

"Not that three fingers is too many or anything..." That finally makes her clue in to what I was laughing about and throws her hand back to her side. Her face has gone beat red now.

She turns to face the shelf of seeds and proceeds to change the subject, "what seeds are we starting with. Oh, how 'bout some melons." She takes a few packs of melon seeds off the shelf and places them into my basket.

As she continues to pick out the seeds for me, I cross my arms and lean against the shelf. She has been chit-chatting away to me as she places things into my basket, not noticing I haven't said a word. She hasn't even noticed the look of adoration I have been giving her this entire time.

"-summer is usually best for sunflowers, which are like my favorite thing ever, but they also grow in fall too," she rambles on. However, that sentence makes me perk up.

"Oh yeah? You really like sunflowers?"

She nods her head aggressively.

"Hm," is all I respond with. She didn't put any sunflower seeds into my basket. Instead she moved on to the blueberries and tossed those in.

We start moving down the aisles of Pierre's store, her rambling on about whatever she can think of with me trailing right behind her like a little puppy dog. She has filled my basket to the brim with everything she has decided I should get. I haven't stopped her from putting even one thing in.

She suddenly stops in her tracks, almost causing me to bump into her. She abruptly spins around to face me. "Why do you call me 'pretty lady'?"

"Can I not call you that?"

"No no no it's not that. I'm just wondering why. Do you think I am pretty?" her eyes are twinkling up at me while she waits for her response.

"I think you're beautiful," I responded genuinely, looking down at her captivating, blue eyes.

Her mouth opens slighting to say something, but then she closes it. She keeps repeating the same process as she thinks of the right words she wants to say.

"Why have you been so nice to me since you have gotten here? I have been nothing but mean to you and you don't deserve any of it. I'm so sorry," she wipes a tear from her eye.

"You aren't being mean to me now, are you?"

"No but-"

"Unless you are going to walk out on me again without explaining why?" I try teasing. I reach my hand up and brush away another stray tear from her cheek.

"Maybe," she chuckles sadly.

"Alright I'll make way." Chuckling along with her, I move to stand off the side, going along with the bit.

"I'm sorry again for doing all of that and constantly walking out on you when we are together. It's just... I have been feeling... weird?"

"What do you mean?"

"Are we never going to talk about the day at the spa?" she blurts out.

My breath catches in my throat and I start choking on air, breaking into a fit of coughs. "You remember that?" I managed to get out.

"Surprisingly,  considering I drank that whole bottle. There are some bits I don't remember, but I remember enough."

"Is this why you wanted to catch me at the store today?"

"I had promised you there was nothing more to me being here. I just happened to bring it up now."

We stand there awkwardly, none of us knowing what to say.

"I'm really sorry I put you in that situation. I'm also sorry you had to see me like that. I had just gone there to clear my head with all my confusing thoughts and then you happened to show up and..." she trails off.

"And then you were telling me you and Alex go there to screw around, taking your top off, giving me a massage and hitting on me," I finished for her. She winces and her shoes suddenly became very interesting to her. I tilt my head and wait to see what she has to say.

"Sorry..." she whispers.

"That happened a lot to me in my high school years. Girls would get plastered, think they are into girls, then try to hit on me or even try to kiss me when they are in that state. I say 'think' because all of them I've seen on social media are with a dude now. Who knows, maybe they ARE into girls and just continue to suppress it. I hope they are all happy with their choices." I give a little shrug like it's no big deal.

Haley has a look of horror on her face. She brings her hand on top of her head, smooths back her hair and puts her other hand on her hip.

"I can't believe I acted like that, oh my Yoba." she puts her face into her hands and takes a deep breath.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Alex. I know you guys aren't together right now, but just in case you guys get back together or anything..." I give her a reassuring pat on her shoulder.

She raises her face from her hands and gives me the most judgmental, but sympathetic look and starts chuckling. "Respectfully...you are really dumb, Danny."

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[sydsaint]

Smug little baatard man. I love you <3

Summary: The reader is surprised to see Jack Perry finally back in AEW after his prolonged hiatus from the company. The two were close before the incident with CM Punk. But Jack never tried to reach out after the fight.

You are backstage for Dynamite talking with Willow and Kris after your match against Robyn Renegade a few minutes ago.

"The belt looks so good on you, Willow." You compliment Willow and the shiny new TBS championship belt hanging off her shoulder. "I can't wait to see you and Mercedes go at it. It's going to be such a good match."

"Thanks, YN." Willow smiles at you. "I saw your match with Robyn just now. You looked great back there." She pays the compliment back.

You, Willow, and Kris chat for a while about work. Kris is showing you a new photo of her pet lizard when the three of you notice the sound of the AEW crowd becoming rowdy.

"What's got them all worked up?" You wonder aloud.

"No clue. Wanna go see?" Kris shrugs.

You and Willow nod so the three of you weave your way through the backstage are. You make it down near the tunnel entrance where some monitors are streaming the show.

"Isn't that Jack Perry?" Willow is the first one to speak up. "What's he doing out there with the Jackson brothers and Okada?" She asks.

Your attention snaps to the monitor in front of you at the mention of Jack's name. You haven't seen Jack since the incident last Summer at All-In with CM Punk. Kris notices the surprised look in your eyes and remembers that you and Jack were hanging out a bunch before the incident.

"Hey, didn't you and Jack used to be close?" Kris asks you.

"Yeah." You nod. "I haven't talked to him since that fight he got into with CM Punk." You explain.

Willow turns around to join the conversation. "That long?" She asks you. "He didn't even like text you?"

You shake your head and turn back to the monitor. You watch Jack commit an assault on poor defenseless Tony Khan with help from The Elite. Your stomach churns at the despicable sight. But in the back of your mind, you can't help but notice how attractive Jack seems now. This new persona he's putting on is enticing, to say the least.

"Damn, that was brutal." Willow shakes her head when the camera feed cuts out, signaling the end of the show.

"I know." You agree.

Kris and Willow head back to the locker rooms so they can get ready to leave. But you linger backstage for a bit. You hang around and try not to act suspicious until eventually, Jack comes strutting back through the tunnel with his new friends.

"YN!" Matt Jackson greets you with a smug grin. "What are you doing hanging out all the way out here?" He asks you casually.

"Hi, Matt- er, Matthew. Sorry." You offer the EVP a small wave. "I was just cooling off and enjoying the show." You explain.

Matt nods and steps off to the side with Nick and Okada. Jack steps up to the front of the group and locks eyes with you.

"Hey, Jack." You smile at your former close friend. "You grew a beard! It looks nice." You pay him a friendly compliment.

"YN." Jack returns your smile. "It's good to see you again." He takes a step toward you and away from his newfound friends. "You've been growing out your hair? It looks nice too." He adds.

You smile at the ground sheepishly and nod. "Yeah, thanks. How are you?" You ask him. "I heard that you were off doing some work in Japan. How was it over there?"

"It was good." Jack shrugs. "I learned a lot while I was over there, that's for sure." He explains. "Hey...listen, YN. I'm sorry that I didn't call or anything these past few months." He rubs the back of his neck.

You shake your head at Jack's admittance of guilt. "Jack, no, it's alright." You assure him. You step forward and close the gap between the two of you. Jack looks a bit surprised when you place a gentle hand on his arm.

"You're forgiving me? Just like that?" Jack laughs. "But I was such a dick to you these past few months." He shakes his head again. "I mean. I just up and left! I ghosted you for so long!"

You shrug and crack a small smile. "You were getting railroaded!" You remind him. "Scapegoat, remember? I get it. And sure, it would have been nice to get a call or a text just to see how you were doing. But it's okay. I get it." You assure him one more time.

Jack laughs again and you suddenly find yourself trapped against his chest in a warm embrace. "Man. You've really got it bad for me, don't you?" He teases you. His new bad-boy persona breaking through.

You giggle and break out of his embrace. "I've got it bad?" You quirk a brow at him. "You spent half a year in Japan surrounded by groupies and yet here you are." You tease him right back. "Right here begging me to forgive you for ghosting me."

You and Jack both laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. You glance down at his hand now holding your wrist in the gap between the two of you. It's like he's making sure that you aren't going to go anywhere.

When you glance back up at Jack's face you find him staring at you with a tell-tale twinkle in his eye. You recognize the look to be the same one you used to give him when he wasn't paying attention. Like you are just dying to kiss him.

"If I try and kiss you right now, you aren't going to slap me, right?" Jack asks you playfully.

You shrug and match his playful smile. "I guess you'll just have to try it and find out." You tease him.

Your teasing remark earns one last laugh from Jack before he closes the gap between the two of you. You feel his hand snake behind your back, his palm laying flat against the small of your back as he pulls you flush against him. Your eyes flutter shut as Jack crashes his lips to yours in a sweet but passionate kiss. A kiss that's about three years in the making and about six months late.

But damn was it worth the wait.

#wrestling #aew #all elite wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew fanfic #aew fic #wrestling fandom #wrestling fanfiction #wrestling fanfic #wrestling fic #aew fandom #jack perry #jack perry x reader #jungle boy jack perry #jack perry imagine #aew x reader #syd's wrestling fics

[sleep-deprived-corvid]

Star fly

#firefly oc #fnaf oc #heeeey sorry about lack of art posting #i have been sketching a lot but it's mostly blorbos i haven't talked about here so idk you may see those soon #also i've been buried in schoolwork for the past month or so #here's a nice little firefly piece to tide you over while i also recover from bad sickness #if you read all my tags i'm giving you a flower #ps i'll see about posting more sketches and stuff instead of just finished pieces bc i simply don't have much energy

[amoneki-ramblings]

Um. Uh. Hi, Amoneki blog, pinned post let's go (very important please read !!)

This is probably the most important thing by Far: I haven't actually finished the manga yet; I recently got a :re box set but I (at the time of writing this) only just got to :re volume 10 and I don't have a lot of time on my hands to read !! (I've already gotten spoiled a lot cough while trying to look for content cough cough but I'd still like to avoid as many (mostly for major plot points/character deaths especially) as I still can)

Having said that please try to respect that as much as you can !! It's already really tough avoiding spoilers for a series like this (which is why I'm laying pretty low with this fandom, but I'll try to get through the manga when I actually have time)

I'm gonna be honest anything amoneki is pretty much fair game though the tumblr tags have already told me. A lot This mostly applies to. Everything else in the series. If that makes sense? (I hope it does at least orz)

Asks and interaction are greatly appreciated !! (Just a warning that if I get started on these two I can hardly shut up) I love rambling about my silly guys (both individually and as a ship, these two drive me absolutely insane)

If you have headcanons or thoughts you want to discuss or share, please definitely absolutely share !! I want to hear them really really badly trust me !!!! Let's spiral into insanity together :))

Okay that's all I think

Tags for future organization: amoneki doodles/amoneki ramblings / amonhaise CCG AU

Also. 1.5K word amoneki ramble because honestly it sums up a lot of my thoughts about them if you're interested, here

#pinned intro #if i'm completely honest i'm a little intimidated by the fandom #mostly because it's been around for so long and it's small and the people here have likely been here for. a While #meanwhile i'm here standing with my silly guys like “hi” #i'm not even done reading the manga yet orz and a decent amount of the discussion i've seen is at parts i haven't gotten to yet #so. i'm not really sure how this is gonna go? #this is an amoneki blog so it's gonna be focused on that obviously but. y'know- #is it a poor idea to make a blog for a series you haven't finished yet? definitely #am i also too lost in obsession about these two to care? also definitely #praying this doesn't show up in the main tags i will be so embarrassed and die :pray: #there's a lot of amoneki content from like 2015 and beyond-ish so i may fill a queue with a lot of that #we'll see though #i'm really nervous but. i also need to gather the amoneki nation !! whoever is left in it at least :pray: #thank you to the people who encouraged me on one of my other blogs you were all so nice and it really motivated me :)))

[kimmkitsuragi]

Are you safe and doing okay?

physically, yes. mentally, no. i don't live in the affected areas, and no one that i'm close to was affected directly. i know a few people whose families were living there tho...

but it's impossible not to be mentally affected by this level of catastrophe. for 13 days, we've just been trying to help in any way we can while watching our government fuck everything up again and again. there are 38k deaths according to official numbers rn, but no doubt it will keep rising :/ there are still people reportedly alive under the rubble somehow, and rescue teams are still working. after that ends, i assume there will be a big increase in numbers since they will start "clearing up the rubble" (excuse my wording, it is not very appropriate but i don't know how else to say it...). -that is if they end up announcing the real number of casualties, i don't trust the government in that sense at all- and there are still big aftershocks in the area (Mw5.1 aftershock happened just yesterday for example). many people who ended up surviving are still in terrible living conditions afaik. only if proper precautions were taken, and the state could organize and react more quickly, and if they were more competent... or if they cared more maybe... this is a tragedy but it didn't have to be one, this makes everything worse

#thank u for asking btw! it's always nice to see people care #im sorry to turn this into a full-on update post!! i haven't done one of these since day 5 or 6 i think #i feel like it is getting harder to get a transparent look on the situation for a while now #the ones reporting from that area are only focusing on the rescue teams' operations and nothing else it seems like #there are so much more to talk about. i wont get into more political aspects of it too much #bc it is so hard to explain just how terribly they have been handling this earthquake issue FOR DECADES to foreigners #like. there is just so much to talk about but I'm leaving it here for now. thanks again! #i know it is weird to say after such a sad post but hope you're doing fine!! lol #asks #*** not just the earthquake issue btw. just. everything in general lmao #turkey