#i hope all of ye get surprised with take out at 1AM

[stanchett]

Hi! I saw your post asking for prompts, so here's one for you, if you'd like. ☺️

Out of all of Nevermore's traditions, Larissa disliked Staff Bonding Nights the most. She preferred to drink her wine alone in her office instead of in a loud bar, thank you very much. But thanks to the new addition to the staff, maybe this time it wouldn't be that bad of an evening...

Here you go!! Thanks for the request, I hope you enjoy!!! :)

I owe a massive thank-you to @pro-weems-places for editing this for me, it was written at 1am and required much revision.

Black and White

Warnings: NSFW, alcohol use

Word count: 3.4k+

Your laptop screen glowed a bright white in your dark bedroom, the seemingly endless stream of emails welcoming you to the Nevermore staff taking up the open tab. The most recent one caught your attention the moment you read the subject line, “Staff Bonding Night at the Weathervane”, written in bold black letters. 

“That could be fun, I suppose...” you pondered to yourself while scrolling through Netflix for something to watch. 

Normally, you were more of an introvert, but you were determined to come out of your shell a bit in light of your new position at the school. You turned in for the night, shutting your laptop and curling up in bed with a nature documentary, unaware of what the following evening would bring.

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The next morning was a bit of a drag as you roamed the hallways of the school, nearly getting lost (again) as it was only your second week. It was still early, about an hour before your class was supposed to start. Rounding a corner, you almost run head-first into Larissa Weems, the stunning principal you’d hardly stopped thinking about since meeting upon your hiring. She gasped in surprise and stepped back from you, clutching her chest while she caught her breath.

“Oh Principal Weems, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you coming-” you apologized, but a quick wave of her hand dismissed your apology. 

“It’s quite alright, Ms. Y/L/N. Are you lost? You seem a bit turned around.” You blushed at the realization that you definitely were, and nodded in confirmation to her question. 

“Walk with me darling, I’ll show you the way from here,” Larissa offered, and you gratefully accepted. Keeping in stride and making small talk was easy with her, she was so sweet and polite. You wondered if you would see her that evening at the staff gathering. 

“Hey, will you be at the Weathervane tonight? How do those events usually go?” 

Larissa rolled her eyes with a sigh, “Oh yes, that.. I myself am not normally in attendance, but I’ve heard they can be quite fun, according to other staff members. I much prefer my study and a glass of red personally, but to each their own.” 

Your heart sank a bit at her admission, but you tried not to look too defeated. “Why don’t you give it another shot? After all, I’ll be there..” you said in a mock-suggestive tone, secretly hoping she would realize you meant it in a way that wasn’t entirely a joke. 

Just as you delivered your makeshift pickup line, the two of you arrived at your classroom. You stopped at the door and leaned against it with your arms crossed, looking up at Larissa with a challenging look, “What do you think?” 

She chuckled and looked away from you - was she getting flustered? Clearing her throat, she stated, “I’ll think about it. Enjoy your class this morning, Y/N.” And with that, she headed back to her office. You watched her leave for a moment and smiled to yourself, then removed the keys to your room from your pocket. If she decided to show up tonight, you would make sure she had a great time.

By 5 o-clock that evening, you found yourself rushing around to finish getting ready, hopping out of the hot shower to throw on a button-down and some slacks. Leaving a few buttons undone in hopes you would catch the principal’s attention, you put on some light makeup and headed out the door. You hoped beyond hope that Larissa had made up her mind and decided to show. 

After a short drive down the winding road, you parked outside the café and noticed the inside had been completely revamped to reflect a vibe similar to a nightclub of sorts; the tables had been pushed to the edges of the space or removed altogether to make room for a makeshift dance floor, and the overhead lights dimly lit the room in a variety of colors. “Maybe this’ll be more fun than I thought...” you whispered to yourself, glancing in the mirror of your sun visor to double check your makeup before leaving your car. 

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Swinging the front door open, you were immediately greeted by a chorus of hellos from the handful of staff members already inside enjoying themselves, the low hum of dance music hitting your eardrums. 

“Y/N! I’m so happy you showed up! Welcome to our little annual bonding tradition,” Ms. Thornhill exclaimed, quickly looping her arm through yours to guide you to the counter. “Would you like a drink? There’s a full bar and a table of snacks over in the corner, too. You’re welcome to them!”

You smiled your thanks in return, and she patted your back before rejoining a group of teachers by the door. She seemed like the excitable type, which you weren’t really into, but she made you feel included nonetheless and for that you were grateful. 

Peeking past the counter, you spotted Coach Vlad preparing a few drinks. He handed them out, then headed your way with a grin.

“Hey, fresh blood! I’m so glad to see you! What’ll you be having?” 

You thought for a moment before deciding, “Just a Jack and coke for me, Coach. I’m glad I could make it. This place moonlights as a club for you guys, huh?” You jest, leaning on the counter, eager for something to take the edge off your remaining nerves. 

“Oh yeah, the Nevermore staff really knows how to get down,” he joked, gesturing to the dead crowd before you both, all chatting away. He handed you the drink and you took a swig. Strong stuff. You wondered where Larissa could be. Would she really decline your ever-so-convincing offer? 

“I guess Weems doesn’t really ‘get down’ much, does she?” You asked him. His hands were already busy with prepping another drink. 

“Not these days. She hardly shows her face at these events. Not really her style, I gather.” He wandered to the other side of the counter to take some more orders. You took another sip and pulled out your phone, suddenly feeling out of place without someone to really talk to. 

While you were mindlessly scrolling through your social media apps, the group of teachers suddenly went silent, quietly muttering to each other as opposed to the loud conversations they were just having. You look past them and see a flash of silver brush past one of the windows. Was that..?

The front door eased open and you swore you had never seen anyone more beautiful - in walked Larissa, adorned in a silver dress and white elbow-length gloves, her hair done up perfectly. 

Your jaw dropped to the floor and you struggled to keep from staring. She caught your eyes roaming up her figure and strutted her way over to you, politely greeting everyone along the way. It was at that moment you realized the alcohol was starting to hit you, giving you more confidence than you normally possessed. 

Setting your drink aside, you attempted to lean coolly on the counter behind you as she approached. “Fancy meeting you here,” you teased when she reached you, her gloved hand coming to rest on the marble surface next to you, effectively trapping you beside her.

“I suppose I could say the same..” she said, her eyes openly sweeping over you, momentarily coming to rest at your slightly revealing choice of clothing before flicking away to Vlad who was still wearing a look of surprise on his face at her appearance. 

“I’ll have a red, Coach,” she said all too smoothly. Grabbing the wine bottle, he poured her drink with a nod. Her gaze turned back to you, her eyes glistening under the multicolored lights as she regarded you. 

Leaning in, she said in a low voice, “You sure clean up well, Ms. Y/L/N.” 

You were momentarily grateful for the low lighting, positive it hid the blush that quickly rose to your cheeks and shiver down your spine. But you feigned shock at her words, putting a hand to your chest as you retorted, “Principal Weems, are you flirting with me?” 

She raised an eyebrow and elegantly turned to accept her drink, looking you dead in the eye as she took a long sip. You felt a searing heat gather in your lower abdomen. God, this woman is stunning, you thought to yourself. 

“It’s possible,” was all she said. 

There was a sudden clap sounding from the center of the room, an attempt from Thornhill to command everyone’s attention. “Alright everyone, partner up! Let’s get a little dancing in, shall we?” She said with a grin. 

A collective groan passed through the room and she jogged over to you, a huge smile still plastered on her face. “Would you care to join me? It’s your first time here, you have to give it a shot at least!” 

You would feel bad turning her down, so you jokingly rolled your eyes and agreed, Larissa watching your reaction the entire time. She tried to hide her amusement but she was looking forward to this. You swallow the rest of your drink and let Marilyn lead you out onto the dance floor. 

Someone cranked the music up a little higher and you quickly found yourself swaying to the beat, the alcohol in your system doing its job. You were grateful several others ended up taking her up on the offer as well, all of you dancing together to the rhythm. You closed your eyes and lost yourself to the music for a moment, your hips working on their own to keep time with everyone else. Maybe Nevermore really did know how to get down. 

You opened your eyes to see Larissa staring you down from her spot at the bar, her eyes raking over your body while you danced. Without thinking, you reached a hand out to her, wiggling your fingers in the air as a silent signal for her to join you. Tossing the remainder of her wine down her throat, she placed down the glass and stalked over to you, her eyes never leaving yours. She came to stand in front of you, and you boldly placed your hands on her hips. You looked up to catch her eye and confirm that this is alright with her, her only response a sly smirk and a glint of mischief in her eye. 

She began moving her body to the beat in time with you, and you released your hold on her to raise your hands above your head, losing yourself to the music once more. She closely watched your every move, almost hypnotized, like you’d put a spell on her. You turned your back to her and threw her a glance over your shoulder. That was all the invitation she needed. 

Placing her hands on your hips instead, she pulled you against her front for a moment, and you gasped at the contact and her forwardness. You deliberately moved your hips more seductively against her, your intentions becoming infinitely more clear. You knew you couldn’t keep this up in front of your co-workers, so you turned to face her once again as the song ended, tossing your head back with a throaty laugh. 

You looked up to find her smiling down at you, that hint of something more never leaving her glare. You crooked a finger to beckon her down to you, and she quickly leaned down to catch your whisper. “Do you wanna get out of here?” It sounded so cliche, you knew, but in that moment your arousal was almost unbearable. Straightening up again, she nodded in agreement and even in the dim light you swore you saw her cheeks redden. You bit your lip and jerked your head in the direction of the door. 

Waving your goodbyes to everyone in attendance, you passed off the excuse to Thornhill that you were too tipsy to drive in an attempt to avoid suspicion and practically darted out the door, Larissa hot on your heels. Hopping in the passenger side of the school’s van, you waited while the principal buckled up and started the engine. 

“You’re quite the little tease, aren’t you,” she said, her own voice coated in arousal. Her words shoot straight to your core. It was nothing you hadn’t heard before, but it sounded so much better coming from her. Her gloved hand came to rest on your thigh during the drive back to the school, her thumb stroking the sensitive skin. You were ready to hop into her lap just as she pulled into the parking lot, and she quickly cut the engine and got out. 

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Once inside, you let her lead the way back to her quarters, your eyes glued to her backside the entire walk there. She unlocked the door and ushered you inside, locking it behind you both before pressing you against it with her hips. You gasped and looked up at her, her pupils blown so wide you could practically see your reflection in them. 

“Is this what you want?” she asked, making certain you’re on the same page before proceeding.

“God yes,” you breathed out, hands coming to rest on her lower back. 

She wasted no time in leaning down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing a deep moan that rumbled from your chest. Her thigh pried your own apart, coming to rest between them and you gasped into her mouth wantonly, your hands grasping her ass. 

“I’ve wanted this from the first time I laid eyes on you,” you husked. 

Her lips worked your neck, making your eyes roll back. “Then that makes two of us,” she whispered, pressing her thigh to your center. 

You let out a breathy moan, your legs threatening to give out. All at once she pulled away to examine her work, her eyes burning into you and you licked your lips in anticipation. 

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed for me.” 

You loved the idea of following her orders. You didn't hesitate, tugging at the buttons of your shirt hurriedly and dropping it to the floor, followed by your pants, leaving you in your matching set of black lace panties and bra. You climbed onto the bed and knelt at its edge, and Larissa turned her back to you, silently prompting you to unzip her dress. 

You took your time in doing so, kissing down her back in the zipper’s wake. You eased the garment off her shoulders and she removed her gloves, tossing them onto a nearby chair. She turned to you to reveal her choice of lingerie; a cream-colored set that complimented her skin tone perfectly. You felt your mouth water at the sight. 

Sitting up on your knees put you at her height at last, and you pulled her into another kiss, this time softer. You passed your tongue over her bottom lip and she granted you entry immediately, a small whimper escaping her throat. You allowed your fingers to tangle themselves in her perfectly pinned-up hair, her own exploring over your body. You arched into her when her fingers found your nipples through your bra, her lips quirking into a playful grin at your reaction. 

“Someone’s eager..” she teased, pinching them experimentally, earning her a gasp from you.

“Lay down for me,” you whispered against her lips. 

With a chuckle she obliged, lowering herself beside you. You quickly took your place between her thighs, placing open-mouthed kisses from her knee up to her inner thighs. Your fingers danced over her core through the fabric, and she shuddered at the contact, spreading her legs further for you. 

“Someone’s eager,” you teased, throwing her own words back at her. 

Larissa covered her face with a giggle, but it quickly turned into a gasp as you finally made contact with her center through her underwear. The heat of your mouth drove her mad with need, and she tugged the offending article off, revealing just how aroused she was for you. A low growl left your chest at the sight and you dove in without a second thought. 

Flattening your tongue against her clit, you finally got a taste of her, and it was well worth the wait. Her sweetness coated your tongue as you devoured her, and you glanced up to watch her writhe beneath your touch. Her back arching as her hands grabbed for anything that would ground her, eventually landing in your hair. Her whimpers were heavenly, you could listen to them all night long. And you planned to. 

Just as her breaths started to quicken, you circled two fingers over her entrance, before easing them into her. She let out a high-pitched moan, and you moaned against her in response, her sounds and the tugging of your hair spurring you on. You began pumping and curling them inside her in time with the strokes of your tongue, and you could tell she was already getting close by the way her walls were tightening around you. 

“Are you gonna come for me baby?” you coaxed, your fingers brushing that sweet spot inside her that drove her wild. 

“Y-yes, I’m- fuck-” 

You could get used to hearing this woman curse. Especially if you were the cause. With a few more gasps and breathy moans, she reached her release, flooding your fingers and mouth with her intense taste. You helped her down from her high before removing your fingers carefully, climbing up beside her and flopping onto your back to catch your breath. 

After a few minutes Larissa wordlessly straddled your waist, lowering her lips to yours to taste herself on your tongue. Whining against her, you squeezed your thighs together for some much-needed friction and she chuckled against your lips. 

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet,” she teased, her fingers trailing up your thigh. 

With practiced skill she pulled your panties aside, quickly finding your clit and circling it with featherlight touches. You gasped and bit your lip, the coil inside you already wound tightly. She kissed up your torso, her soft lips finding your hardened nipple through your bra with ease. You leaned up on your elbows and removed it for her, the movements of those damned fingers making it a nearly impossible feat. 

She caught the sensitive peak of skin in her teeth before you could lay down again, causing your head to fall back in pleasure, a desperate whimper leaving you. Her tongue circled it in the same pattern as her fingers below and you felt entranced by her touch. You cupped her cheek, encouraging her to meet your heated gaze.

“I need you,” you all but begged, your cheeks turning pink at the nature of your words. 

“That’s all I needed to hear, darling.” 

Her words in such a low tone nearly drove you over the edge, but as she pressed her fingers into you, it took everything in your power to keep from crying out. A pathetic whine still managed to leave your throat despite your efforts. 

Her digits filled you up in the most delicious way and she knew it. She pumped them slowly, finding the same spot in you as you did in her, massaging it as you fell back onto the mattress. You knew it wouldn’t take you long to finish at this rate, but the sudden ascent toward your orgasm took you by surprise. 

“Larissa.. so.. so close,” you whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut in an attempt to stave it off a bit longer. 

Your hands gripped her shoulders, nails digging in. Your vision gained a few black spots when you opened your eyes again, only to find Larissa’s lustful stare looking back.

“It’s alright dear, I want you to come.” 

Her words sounded delectable in your ear when she whispered them to you, and you couldn’t help yourself when you came undone on her fingers, a moaning mess beneath her. You moved to cover your mouth but her hand caught your wrist, pinning it above you. She wanted to hear you, so you let her. 

Once your pulsing around her slowed, she pulled her fingers from you and looked deep into your eyes as she sucked them clean, groaning at your taste. A smirk played on her features, proud of her handiwork as she regarded your now disheveled demeanor.

“Perhaps I’ll make a habit of going to Staff Bonding Nights.” 

You both burst out in laughter before settling into a comfortable silence, soon after falling into a deep sleep, wrapped up in each other.  

#larissa weems #larissa weems x reader #gwendoline christie #requests #my fics

[bwabys-scenarios]

Maybe Kurapika goes out drinking at one point alone after a failed mission, his thoughts wander to you as he’s beating himself up. At like 1am you get a phone call from him, slurring his words and asking you to pick him up because the bartender just cut him off.

He’s apologetic, and stumbling, but instead of scolding him you’re worriedly trying to help him into your car so he can sleep on your couch. He’s rambling about all kinds of shit but mostly how much he likes you, how he wants to live long enough to have a normal life by your side, etc.

You set him on your bed instead so he can be comfier while you take the couch, but when you go to leave he’s clinging onto you and begging you to stay so you do. And oh boy is he a clingy cuddler when he’s drunk. He’s got his arms wrapped around your waist, face buried in your chest (he’s pleasantly surprised to find you went braless- but in reality you rushed out in your pjs because your first priority was his safety.)

He’s passed out on you, snoring softly as you run your hands through his hair and kiss him on the forehead. He knows he’ll have a lot of explaining to do tomorrow, but for now, he just wants to feel you close.

(I want to add more but i have to go)

warning: gets a little spicy near the end, Kurapika makes you feel good after you take care of him, also mentions of vomit because of his hangover

Kurapika sighed into his third shot of the night, leaning against the bar.

This was his third failed mission that month, and he was beginning to lose hope of ever finding of his clan’s eyes. If he hadn’t been so stupid, the bastard wouldn’t have been able to escape. Now it would be even harder to catch the man off guard to steal back the eyes.

Kurapika downed the shot and ordered the next, already feeling a familiar warmth in his belly. He didn’t usually use alcohol to numb his sorrows, but today had been difficult.

‘Fucking idiot. Can’t even do one thing right. If you can’t even avenge your clan, how will you ever be able to tell her you love her?’

He bit his lip so hard it bled. Kurapika swiped the blood away, sneering at his own weakness.

It was only after his sixth shot that he was told he’d been cut off.

“Hey man, you’re barely able to hold yourself up, you’ve had enough for the night.”

The barkeeper was kind enough to escort him outside, giving him a cup of water to sip on. “You should call someone to pick you up.”

Kurapika huffed and set his water to the side, pulling out his phone.

He didn’t have many contacts, mostly because he didn’t have many friends to call. He could text Leorio, but he knew he was taking a test tomorrow and would need his sleep. Melody wasn’t in town, and the only contact left in his list was…

You.

He blinked, pressing a clumsy finger to your contact and looking at your smiling face for a second before he pressed call.

You were sound asleep, cuddled up under your blankets when you heard the sound of Kurapika’s ringtone from your nightstand.

It was strange, he never called you so late at night, so you knew it had to be serious. You sit up and bed and answer his call, already worried.

“Kurapika? What’s up?” He can hear the worry in your voice, wincing slightly.

The line is silent for a moment, only hearing the sound of him breathing softly.

“Did I wake you up?”

His speech is slurred, you notice. “I was only dozing. Are you okay?”

“I… can… can you come pick me up?”

You push yourself out of your bed, already slipping on a pair of pajama pants and jacket. “Yes, of course. Did something happen?”

He’s a bit too embarrassed to admit that he’s so drunk that it’s hard to concentrate on talking, but he knows it’s probably obvious.

“Drank too much, they just cut me off.”

You frown, already out the door and unlocking your car. “Okay, I’ll be right there. Don’t move, okay?”

He couldn’t even if he tried.

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You pull up to the bar Kurapika frequented, parking before sprinting over the hunched over form of your friend. When you reach his side, he looks up with pink cheeks and half lidded eyes.

“Sorry to bother you so late…”

You push back his hair, cupping his cheek to get a good look at him. There’s bags under his eyes, and as he leans against you, you can smell booze on his breath.

“Shh, it’s alright. Let’s get you home, okay?”

Getting him to the car would be a challenge, but nothing you couldn’t do. He clung to you the entire way, his hands holding onto you like you were a lifeline. Through his stumbling and tripping, you hold him tight, never once complaining when he steps on your feet or leans all of his weight against you.

“Sorry… I…”

His hands grip the fabric of your shirt. “The mission… went bad. I’m just so fucking mad… I want to be done with all of it. All of it.”

He leans into your touch, signing against your neck. “You’re so sweet. So sweet to someone so selfish like me. I’m so sorry. Sorry I’m never here, you’re always there when I need you.”

You help him into your car, buckling him in. As you reach over to click the buckle into place, he pulls you closer, holding you against his chest.

“I’m so sorry. I just… I just need you so much. When you’re not with me it hurts so much. When I’m gone it’s hard to focus… without thinking about you.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, looking up to see him staring down at you with those intense red eyes. He cups your cheek, the gesture filled with love and longing.

“I just… just love you so much. So much. I… I wanna be with you forever. Live together. I wanna live long enough that… that…”

His eyes start to fill with tears, the feeling of them dropping onto your cheeks making you instinctually reach up and wipe them away.

“Shh, shh. It’s alright. We’ve gotta get home, sweetheart.”

He lets you go, watching as you climb into the drivers seat. His hand immediately drifts to your thigh, holding onto it as you drive home like if he didn’t, you’d disappear.

You had planned on just putting him on the couch, but your bed would be much more comfortable and closer to the bathroom in case he needed to throw up.

As you once again looped your arm with his, he leaned against you again, this time sighing in contentment as he sniffed your hair. You tried not to laugh, the sniff was so loud.

“Smell so good… like home.”

That made you blush. “Come on, let’s get you into bed.”

You unlock the door to your home, helping the stumbling man to you room and laying him down. He mumbles something about you looking cute as you grab a pillow and throw blanket and start to leave.

“No!”

You stop when you feel him pull you back by your waist. You can feel his tears soaking the back of your shirt as he blubbers and cries.

“P… please. Stay with me, I can’t be alone. Not right now.”

This is the most vulnerable you’ve ever seen Kurapika. He usually preferred to be alone. After all, it was easier to keep people at a distance if you yourself were distant, but that didn’t apply to you. Especially right now.

You relent, turning around so you were facing him. “Okay, shh. It’s alright, I’m right here.”

You climb into bed, his hands never leaving you. Once you’re finally next to him, he pulls you close and cuddles into your chest with his arms wrapped firmly around your waist. Even when he’s drunk, his grip is strong. You wouldn’t be leaving the bed tonight, even if you wanted to.

As he buries his face into your boobs, he lets out a hum. You’re not wearing a bra, and god you’re so soft.

“So soft… wanna stay like this forever…”

You had rushed out the door so quickly you hadn’t bothered on throwing on a bra, now embarrassed at how content he looked between your boobs. His hands were all over you, cupping your boobs before drifting to your butt, squeezing it.

After he finished copping a feel, YOU could feel him harden against you, the man whining out. “Wanna… wanna feel you. Can…”

You interrupt him by placing his hands back on your waist, gentle but firm.

“No, you’re drunk. Not now.”

He looked up at you sleepily, his face too cute. “Does that mean… we can later?”

You blush but nod, brushing his hair out of his face and planting a kiss on his forehead. “Yes.”

“Promise?”

His lips brush against your shoulder before he rests against your boobs again.

“Promise.”

It doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep, his tears drying up replaced with a wistful smile. It’s the first time in years he’s been able to sleep so soundly.

You sigh, running a finger through his hair. It’s stringy, with dead ends. He hadn’t been taking care of himself again. You knew you’d have to talk about that in the morning, along with…

Your heart races as you think about his words. He loves you? You of all people? There truly wasn’t anything special about you. You were a plain girl that had just been lucky enough to meet him and the others during the Hunter exam.

As you look at the alarm clock, you realize you’ll have to cancel the plans you made with Gon and Killua tomorrow to take care of Kurapika in the morning. He didn’t drink often, but when he did he’d be sick for at least a day. He didn’t tolerate alcohol well, at least according to Leorio.

You find sleep soon after you text Killua that you don’t be able to make it tomorrow.

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You wake up to the sound of someone emptying their guts in your bathroom. Although sleepy, you jump up and rush in, quickly pulling back Kurapika’s hair as he vomited up all of his stomach contents.

“Sorry… sorry you have to see me like-“

He was interrupted by another round of vomiting, coughing into the toilet.

“Like this…”

When he could only dry heave, you pulled his hair into a ponytail and flushed the toilet, sitting him down on the toilet lid. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

You leave and grab a bottle of water, some Pepto-Bismol, and a wet rag.

After giving him his medicine and wiping the remaining throw up from his mouth, you let him take a few sips of water, scolding him when he gulped it down too fast.

“Slow down, you’re gonna throw up again.”

“… sorry…”

You frown. He was apologizing a lot and refusing to make eye contact. “Don’t apologize, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

He finally met your eye, his face flushed. From a fever, or embarrassment, you couldn’t tell.

“But… I made you come get me in the middle of the night, and… and said a lot of stuff… and now you have to take c-“

You shush him by pulling his face into your chest, patting his pack soothingly.

“You aren’t and will never be a bother to me. I don’t care if you’re just lonely, I will ALWAYS come to get you. You’re important to me I…”

She pulled away, cupping his cheek.

“I love you too.”

He barely held himself back from kissing you, knowing he probably tasted like vomit, but held you close to him. “I love you so much. So so much. I’ll do better, be so much better. All for you.”

“I know, I know. Shh, let’s get you back in bed. I’ll make some soup, okay?”

You kiss his forehead and lay him back in bed to rest. Even though he was nauseous, Kurapika had never felt happier. His heart was soaring, beating against his chest so hard he thought it would break through his ribs.

Your kindness knew no bounds. As you spoon fed him soup, he couldn’t help but pull you into his lap. All he wanted was to hold you. You were his now, after all. Can’t he hold you all he wants?

“Kurapika!” you giggle out, slipping from his arms to set down his soup.

“Mmm… still no bra, huh?”

This causes you to pause. You can feel his hands slipping under your shirt to cup your boobs, looking up at you with lust filled eyes.

“H-hey!”

He tilts his head. “I’m not drunk anymore, you know. Promised I could touch you later…”

He pulls up your shirt, your nipples instantly hardening under the cool air. “Sweetheart, I have to-“

He silences you by taking one of your nipples into his mouth, making you gasp out. His other hand slips into your panties, instantly rubbing circles into your clit.

“Always taking care of me. Why don’t you let me make you feel good, hmm?”

His touch is like magic, making you come undone on his fingers much quicker than you could ever do for yourself. It’s a bit embarrassing how fast you cum, but he doesn’t mind.

Kurapika licks up your juices and pulls you in for a kiss.

“My sweet girl. I promise I will never stop loving you. I’m yours, forever and ever.”

And you know he’s not lying, when he looks at you with those pretty red eyes. You know he loves you, more than anything.

And you love him too.

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[dreamingcloudie]

❛❛ Moments Like These ❜❜

✎ ❛❛ I adored these little moments with you, dove. ❜❜

Pairing(s): Dottore x GN!Reader

Genre/Format: Fluff (oneshot)

Warning(s): None! Just some cute fluff :)

wc: ~1.4k

Notes: AHH THANK YOU SM ❄️ANON FOR SHARING THIS IDEA WITH ME ♡ I'm sorry I couldn't fit the whole ask in here >_< But yes I absolutely agree with you!! Villians being soft for their darlings is just UGH 😫👌💕 I'll also consider doing the other one ^^ I hope I did soft Dottore justice here.

I know I said I'm doing drabbles but I love this and I couldn't help myself-

Please enjoy! Any feedback is greatly appreciated ♡

Dottore working days after days without rest was not something new to you. You tried to convince him to go to rest multiple times but he would just brush you off. Telling you that his body could function perfectly fine without sleep. You were concerned about his health, of course. But there was also another motive. Sleeping in your shared bed without him made you feel lonely. You missed falling asleep in his arms as he whispered sweet nothings to you. You also missed the warmth he would give off when the both of you cuddle. You just missed being in his presence in general. Then one day, you thought of a genius idea.

If he couldn’t come to you, then you would go to him.

The first time you went into his lab at 1am it confused him. Why were you going to his work place in the middle of the night with a blanket, a book and hot drinks? He was hesitant to let you stay at first. Both because he was not used to people watching him as he worked, and sometimes his experiment might go south and he was afraid it would result in hurting you. But so far, nothing has happened. He always made sure to work on a project that’s safe enough for when you were around. The more you stayed, the more he began to find himself enjoying your company; the soft noises of you turning the pages of a book and the sigh you would let out occasionally after taking a sip of your hot tea. He found them to be quite therapeutic.

And today was just like one of those days. Dottore was drowning himself in his mountain of work as usual. You went to prepare two cups of coffee for the both of you. And to surprise him, you decided to make cute little faces of Aranaras out of microfoam milk. While you were deciding which book to take with you, you asked one of Dottore’s clones if he could go grab you some clean blankets. The clone soon came back with some fluffy ones. As a reward, you gave him a little peck on his cheek and chuckled as you watched him walk away with a giddy smile. Doing all of these were tiring. But you wouldn’t mind it though. In fact, you enjoyed it because you get to get comfy with your lover.

You knocked on the doors to the lab before going in. As you were about to greet Dottore, however, you noticed something was different.

“Uh, dear? What is a couch doing here?”

Upon hearing your arrival, Dottore stopped his work and turned to you.

He observed you as your facial expression turned into a gleeful one. Satisfied with himself, he mentally gave himself a little pat on the back.

“I figured you’d ask.” He gave you a little smirk before he continued. “Everytime when you fall asleep on my office chair, you’d wake up and complain about getting back pain.”

He then gestured to the couch. “So, to make your stay here a little more comfortable for you. I decided to make some adjustments.”

“You did this for me?” You were happy. No. More than happy. The thought of Dottore doing something as simple as this made you feel loved. Not that he didn’t love you already.

“Why of course. My love deserves the best, afterall.”

You put the blankets onto the couch and went over to give Dottore a kiss on his lips. Before you could fully pull away, he quickly dived in and got another one from you.

“I deserve more than just one kiss, no?” He whispered into your ear. You giggled as you felt ticklish from his breath. “Yes, yes you do,” you replied before putting down two mugs of coffee onto his work desk and getting comfy on the chair beside him. He picked up his mug and was about to drink it when he noticed the tiny face on it.

“Is that an Aranara?”

“Yup, I thought it’d look cute so I added them.”

“Mmm, fascinating. Didn’t know you are an artist yourself.”

The joyful chatter soon faded into silence as Dottore had to focus on his work once more. Oftentimes, others would find the silence to be unnerving. Especially if you were with a man that could kill you in seconds. For you though, it was a nice feeling. The both of you weren’t necessarily doing anything together. But neither of you would complain as you feel content by just being near each other.

You were reading your book as he busied himself with mixing some chemicals together. Moments later, you found a joke maybe Dottore would like.

“Hey ‘ttore,” you called him, trying your hardest to hold your laugh in.

“Hm?”

“Someone once told me a pun about amnesia, but I’ve forgotten how it goes.”

He stopped what he was doing as he thought about your joke. Once he processed it, he just stared at you with a deadpan look while you were laughing hysterically. You assumed that he might somewhat liked it when you saw the corners of his lips lifted up a bit. Little did you know, he didn’t find the joke funny at all. Matter of fact, he thought that was the stupidest thing he has ever heard. Rather, it was the sight of you being a ball of sunshine in his eyes. These were one of the things he cherished the most. To be able to find solace in your company along with your melodic laughter.

After he was done running some tests with the chemicals. He sat on a chair next to yours and started working on his paperwork. As you take your occasional glances at him, you notice how he would shiver ever so slightly.

“Dear, are you cold?” You asked.

“Me? Cold? Pfft. No. I’ve been in Snezhnaya for a long time now. To the point where my body can handle the cold even when I’m naked.”

You knew he was lying when his words followed up with another shiver of his didn’t go unnoticed by you. So you went to the couch and gave him a blanket anyway.

“I told you, dove. I am not cold,” he said and yet, he made no effort to take the blanket off him.

“Sure you aren’t.” You gave him a little smooch on his cheek before going back to your seat. Not aware of the heart eyes he was giving you. (Which he didn’t even notice himself.)

Flipping through the pages of the book again, you were reading a scene where a scientist was performing a surgery on his patient. Wanting to hear your lover’s voice. You decided to ask him how accurate the scene was. He sat still for a while before giving you his lengthy explanation.

“--and that’s how Chloroform was supposed to work! These books are unreliable. Maybe you should read something else–” he turned to you but only to find that you had fallen asleep. He looked at the clock on the wall and it was 5am already. He didn’t even realize how tired he was until he went to check on you. Tugging a strand of your hair behind your ear. He gave your nose a little peck.

“I put a couch in here for a reason…” He sighed, but he wasn’t annoyed.

‘Maybe taking a little break won’t hurt,’ he thought to himself.

Putting his arms under your sleeping self, he gently lifted you up and went toward the couch. Making sure that he wouldn’t wake you up before placing you on it. He then took his mask off and laid you right on top of him, using a blanket to cover the both of you.

It was moments like these with you, he wasn’t afraid to let his walls down. Just like he was there for you, you were there for him as well.

Dottore knew that he wasn’t the kind of guy that would just openly tell you he adored you. Sometimes though, he wished he was because you deserve someone who could just tell you they love you whenever and not be awkward about it. But he wasn’t, and that’s okay.

It was him that you fell in love with, afterall.

The room was soon filled with the sound of your snores. Slipping away into your sweet, comforting dreamlands as the golden rays outside of the window slowly bestowed upon your cuddled up figures.

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x y/n #dottore #dottore x reader #dottore x y/n #dottore x you #genshin dottore #fatui #fatui x reader #dottore fluff #fatui harbingers #genshin x y/n

[lnfours]

Hey I was hoping that maybe you could possibly do one where y/n and Tom haven't been able to see each other for a long while because he is away filming so y/n surprises him by showing up at his hotel room/temp apartment wearing lingerie and smut ensues😉

heyo! i'm sorry your request got deleted before, lovie :( i hope you enjoy! <3

❗️ smut!!!

💌

when tom had told you he was going to new york to film a new tv show, part of you was upset. he'd just gotten home from doing no way home press, but you knew what you had signed up for when he had asked you to be his girlfriend a while back. you couldn't be upset, but damn did you miss him.

when harrison gave you the bright idea of surprising him in new york, you tackled the blonde into a hug. he was going to new york to see tom, but he was sick of you moping around the house complaining about how bad you missed him. ever since then, you both had made it a mission to keep it a secret from tom that you were joining haz on his flight to new york. you couldn't help the smile on your face as you sat at the gate in the airport at 4:30 in the morning.

yes you were tired, but you missed your boyfriend so much you were willing to wake up at 1am to get to the airport to go see him.

so when you landed and got to the hotel, you couldn't help the excitement you had. you looked in your bag, pulling out the matching set of underwear you had packed as a little extra surprise. you quickly changed, knowing he'd be back any minute.

and when you heard the beep from tom entering his hotel room key into the slot, you couldn't help the smile as you laid on the bed. you wore one of the complimentary robes the hotel had placed in the bathroom over top of the baby blue lace, heart beating a little faster as you heard him make his way to the bedroom.

"yeah, haz," you heard tom's voice, knowing he was on the phone with his best friend, "yeah, i'll get cleaned up and meet you at the restaurant at like 8:30, mate."

you smiled as tom opened the door, freezing in the doorway as you let out a soft chuckle. his eyes were wide, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as you sat there.

"yeah, mate... i gotta go. i'll see you there." he rushed his words, quickly hanging up the phone as you got up out of the bed. as soon as he was close enough, he wrapped his arms around you and smiled. you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck as he lifted you off the bed.

"you're here. you're really here, right? like i'm not dreaming?"

you laughed, "no, tommy. i'm right here."

the smile was still big on his face as he kissed your lips sweetly. you melted into his touch, hands gripping the curls at the nape of his neck.

"i love that you surprised me 'n all," he started, his nose bumping against yours, "but can i just ask why you're in a robe?"

you smirked, untying the robe and letting it fall to the floor. his eyes raked over your body as his fingers traced the baby blue lace that sat against your skin. he chuckled to himself, pulling you back in for another kiss.

"god, i missed you."

"missed you too, tommy."

he groaned at the nickname, walking backwards to the bed as his legs hit the edge. you climbed on top of his lap, one leg on each side of his hips as his head hit the mattress. you smiled down at him, his hands grabbing at your hips.

"you're so pretty, y'know that, love?"

you leaned down, your lips brushing against his as you spoke, "you tell me everyday."

"gotta make sure you know."

you giggled as the two of you kissed once again, his hands moving to flip the both of you over. you tugged his shirt off, hands meeting his warm skin as he tugged his jeans off. his lips traveled from your lips to your neck, kissing your sweet spot as you let out a soft moan at the contact. you raked your nails down his back gently, careful not to leave any marks.

"i love this set on you, darling, but i gotta take it off." he said as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties. you lifted your hips up off the bed as he pulled them down your legs. he threw them behind his head, letting them hit the floor. he hooked your legs around his shoulders, kissing and nipping at your thighs.

you let out a soft whine as he slowly reached to where you wanted him the most. he smirked against your skin.

"yeah, baby? tell me what you want, love."

you let out a shaky breath as his eyes met yours, "i want your tongue, tommy."

he placed a gentle kiss against your folds. you moaned softly as his tongue flattened against you, licking and sucking at your most sensitive parts. your hands found his curls, moaning against your core as you tugged.

"fuck, i missed this... missed you. so much.

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader smut #tom holland x reader blurb #tom holland x reader smut blurb #tom holland blurb #blurb night #tom holland smut blurb #blurb #thesalyerofthevampires #mail time

[groggygrogu]

Hello! I was just hit with a rush of "this is perfect!" I really don't care about like if you wanna do all of these, but any one of them is good for Din x reader. Like it's basically Mando sex appeal in a post. (Or any of the other Mandalorians really if you're feeling it)

i love this !! disclaimer i wrote this in one hour at about 1am i hope you enjoy <33

gn reader x din djarin

mature rating

815 words

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You’re not quite sure how it happened - how you got from one point to the next. One moment, you’re fumbling around in the cockpit trying to get Mando’s fucking metal contraption off the ground as the man himself fights off the last of your attackers while hanging from the back of his ship.

And the next, well the next moment, you’re against the back of the cockpit, hips pinned to the wall by Mando gripping your thighs. His thumbs are tracing circles just below your hips and you’re still not quite sure how you got here.

Not that you’re complaining.

“Mando?” You say, already breathless at where this might be going. You think it was him that led you to this position. You certainly don’t remember making the call.

“Din.” He says in reply.

“Wha-”

“My name, is Din.”

“Din.” It sounds good on your tongue. You swallow as he tilts his head up to look at you and trace the bottom of his helmet with your thumb. “Din, is this- what do- um.”

Your already jumbled train of a thought comes to a screeching halt as his finger comes up to trace the zipper on your pants.

“I want to make you feel good,” he says quietly. “Is that okay?”

“Y- yeah. Yes, please.”

“I was scared today,” he murmurs, face directed at your crotch as he unclasps your flight pants. “Too many near misses.”

“I know Mand- Din.”

He moves to pull them off fully when he pauses. “Is that a knife? Inside your pants?”

“S’hidden,” you whine, not entirely concentrating on what he’s saying.

“That’s not safe.”

“It’s covered.”

After a huff but no more comment, he pulls them down to your ankles before being hindered by your heavy boots. With the patience of a saint, he unlaces them both slowly and lifts your feet out of them.

The discovery of three more knives follows.

“Three?”

“Get up here, you,” you laugh, tugging on his shoulders gently. “Clutching your pearls over a couple of knives, honestly.”

“I don’t have any pearls.”

You ignore him and his endearing habit of taking everything you say entirely literally. You let yourself imagine what he’d look like in pearls, just for a second.

Your hands rest on his fully armoured chest. “Can I take this off?”

You almost don’t catch the tiny nod he gives you but you think you could give a master class on how to read the mandalorian by now. He bends down first to pull off his own boots and a good three stashed pointy things with each one. You shake your head fondly and tap his helmet as he stands back up. The metal chest plate comes off first and then the perfectly shaped pieces along each arm before you can start to peel off his flight suit.

Then it’s your turn to baulk as under each plate, he seems to have hidden ridiculous amounts of extra ammo. And ridiculous contraptions on each wrist that while you have caught flashes of them still come as a surprise. You tug off each glove, taking the extra time to feel the soft part of his palm with your finger tips.

He shivers as your fingers draw a path down his chest so his bellybutton. You wonder when he was last touched like this, or touched at all.

The hold-out blaster tucked under his waistband is your final straw and you can’t help but snort.

“So that’s how you made it out of that situation back on Tatooine, huh?”

A smug nod.

You scoff and butt your head against this helmet - a familiar action in an entirely new context. You don’t hate it.

Din had remained silent up until this point, allowing you to take in the skin you’d never seen before, under the lights of the control panel. But now he grunts, questioning what’s wrong.

“Din, do you think the both of us may be a little paranoid?”

“No.”

“No?” you query, winkling out the dagger he’d managed to squeeze into his holster along with his usual pistol. You hold it up to his helmet trying to stifle a laugh.

You can almost see him frowning, not that you should have any concept of that but you just do somehow. His focus is back on you now, deft fingers untying the laces of your own far simpler armour. You’re not sure if he’s trying to be funny or not but you still giggle as he pats you down before fully removing it. The smoke bomb he finds loosely taped to the inside of the leather stops him.

“Maybe,” he allows. “Maybe a bit paranoid.”

You sigh and press the quickest kiss to his shoulder, allowing yourself some plausible deniability. Though you’re not sure why.

“Keep going,” he whispers, his newly bare hands hovering in the space between you. “Please.”

“Whatever you need, Din.”

#the mandelorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x gn!reader #gn!reader #anon ask #requests

[flawiette]

Someone special

Pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

Summary: When Christmas arrives and everything goes wrong, what’s left?

Warnings: none!

Credit to @eddieandbird for the note idea <33 I adore her page and that’s what gave me the inspiration for the little one you’ll see here! Go check her profile!!

Christmas wasn’t happening this year.

If there was one tradition the Munsons keep up is celebrating Christmas, no questions asked.

Wayne would work his ass off to be home both on the 24th and 25th, working shifts over shifts.

They didn’t have any decoration apart from some fairy lights Eddie would hang onto the livi room’s walls and a small Christmas tree him and Wayne bought the first year he was taken in him by his uncle.

But that was all it took for them, just enjoying each other presence, no amount of tiredness, lack of money or pain could access them as they’d sit on the couch close to one another drinking hot cocoa while watching a Christmas movie.

Therefore when Eddie met you, he immediately knew you were special, and as time went on he had no doubt in his heart on how your should be a permanent presence is his life.

That’s why he was so mortified.

It was you guys’s first Christmas together after meeting 6 months prior and living a real life fairytale, he needed to make you a part of it, he needed to put in that head of his that you now were a part of the family and that he wanted to cherish every year.

So imagine how he’d feel when on December 24th at 3pm he got a call from Dustin telling him he needed to get taken to the hospital because he broke his leg, he was in the living room with you, hanging those fairy lights that had more tape on them just to keep them together than a back to school section at target.

he started to sweat and shake.

You kept telling him that it was going to be okay! To go check up on dustin! That you’d take care of it!

imagine how he’d feel after he was told by the nurses that as the only adult he had to stay till they’d dismiss him in a few hours, and how heartbroken he’d sound on the phone telling you all that knowing it was now 6pm.

You kept decorating the house anyways.

It was somehow more exciting this way, you were disappointed for not being able to do it with Eddie, he couldnt stop talking about how much he was looking towards doing that with you, but the thought of surprising both him and Wayne with one of your presents made you thrilled.

Imagine how he felt when he came home at 1am to find the whole house decorated with new colourful lights, to find new ornaments onto the tree, to find a now cold freshly baked cake on the dining table along with 2 mugs of ,now absolutely not hot, cocoa with a piece of paper aside.

And imagine how he’d feel to find you sleeping on the couch, all nice and warm under a blanket, with a cup of empty hot cocoa in front of you.

He kneeled in front of the couch and started to caress your forehead, slightly wailing.

He couldn’t believe how much of a disaster that had turned into.

It was supposed to be a perfect night with his two favourite people in the entire world, a night full of laughter and happiness.

Instead, you sat there alone the whole evening, hung the lights all by yourself, decided to bake a cake for them, cutting it, put it into plates just to look at the door hoping someone would come by for the whole evening, witnessing the movies endings and the drinks getting cold.

Yes, the drinks, you had made them as-well, like that would prove you were waiting for them, like you didn’t want them to be left out.

That’s probably when you fell asleep out of exhaustion.

If there was something he promised himself after meeting you was to cherish you till his last breath. You were the gift he had prayed for his whole life. Every Christmas, birthday. Every shooting starts. He had searched for you so much.

And there you were. He had finally found you.

He knew the way to repay the universe for this gift was by giving all of himself to you, and he felt like he fucked up completely already. He could picture you vanishing from one moment to the other.

His fingers dancing on your skin had probably disturbed you in your sleep, making you wake up. You definitely didn’t know were you were for a bunch of seconds, too sleepy to understand anything, but then you saw Eddie.

Your eyes were a mirror to those fairy lights at his back, and your big eyes looked straight at him with something he definitely didn’t deserve.

Happiness.

He thought you’d be disappointed. Angry. That you’d scold him for leaving you all by yourself.

But as you slightly got up your lips curved up in a sweet smile, your eyes softened.

“You made it” you said whispering.

“I-I know I’m s-“

You pecked his lips by taking his face in between your hands and pulling him forward.

“Happy Christmas my love” was breathed agains his lips.

The decorations, the lights, the movies didn’t matter… only love did that Christmas, like it’s always supposed to be.

AN: I just probably witnessed the stupidest advertisement in human history for Chinese food that featured Christmas music and people playing tennis under the snow in JUNE but my mind said EDDIE so… That’s how we got here.

No. Its wasn’t a fever dream. Yes. I wished it was.

If any of you mention me writing about Christmas in June I will personally burn your house down ❤️❤️❤️

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[handdrawnfantasma]

OKAY it’s almost 1am and i’ve been yelling at kite on discord for long enough, time to commit my thoughts on 13′s final episode to my tumblog. spoilers under the readmore, obvs

okay so first things first let’s get this out of the way: i genuinely LOVED it. like is it in my “these episodes really Hit Different” tier or my “shiny gold star” tier, no, but it is SOLIDLY in my “loved it” tier. i just. it was so much FUN! it was so JOYFUL! i’m so happy that 13 got to go out on this kind of note and i’m so glad that her regen episode was just. a FUN ride.

like tbh nothing about this episode went as i expected it to go but i am actually okay with that! i could definitely think of a few ways that this final special could have been linked in more with like, the wider overarching themes or narrative threads of the era, but the more i think about it the more i am okay with the fact that while a handful of the themes were carried through, there wasn’t really a huge link back to like, say, the Timeless Child storyline. and really, there shouldn’t need to be! for me, i guess the main narrative thread of this era was wrapped up with Flux and with 13 coming to terms with what she’d learned about her past and what she still didn’t know, and choosing not to open the fobwatch and instead keep it safe and hidden because she came to the realisation that what Ryan said to her in s12 was right the whole time - whoever she was before, she HAS an identity right now and obsessing over the past rather than living in the present was destroying her and her loved ones. so like, for me the specials function mostly as an emotional coda for 13 and Yaz, and i was surprised to find i didn’t NEED any big links back. tbh i think the main thematic link Chibs was trying to make with this episode was his first-episode thesis statement of “honour who you’ve been and choose who you want to be next” and the themes of hope and connection so like, those were very much present

that being said, Chibs ABSOLUTELY managed to pull a great fake-out on me with that episode opener. like. the entire set-up with the child in the pod on the train and THEN the reveal that it was an eldritch glowy energy creature that instinctively takes a form that makes people want to protect it (A CHILD????) had me sitting there for the first 30-45 minutes of the special FULLY expecting this to take a turn where that turned into some sort of reveal of the Doctor’s original species or something. like i was there FULLY ready for glowy eldritch trueform Dr. in hindsight i’m glad that this is not where this went bc i think that would have done a disservice to some of the things the Timeless Child storyline was trying to accomplish, but i was FULLY ready to be on board and clowning with it. (i may still clown with it, purely bc its such an interesting concept to me as something to explore in fanworks, LMAO)

still so funny to me that Dan noped out in the first 15 minutes of the episode. man had THEE closest near-death experience and was sensibly like “nope i am not pushing my luck i am Outtie!!” honestly? ICONIC, love this for him. love that he still cites his TARDIS experience as something that has given him the strength to live his life on Earth as well. that said, STILL funny that he missed almost the entire adventure, absolute KING move. we stan

i hecking loved ALL the past Doctor cameos we got, holy shit! i wasn’t expecting any of them at all but the circumstances in which they showed up were ABSOLUTELY my jam??? the idea of vestiges of the Dr’s old personalities kicking about inside their thinkpan?? EXQUISITE. Eight refusing to manifest in robes bc he doesn’t do robes, the man the myth the LEGEND. i loved One being like “oh dang i guess this version of us is VERY strong-willed, just won’t die hm” like YES SHE IS!! YES SHE IS!! i also loved that Five and Seven got to have moments of closure with their old companions via 13′s adaptive AI hologram, those moments were so genuinely sweet and touching and i adored them. honestly i just. im so pleased for the 80s doctors and Eight, also. like, remember when it was the 50th anniversary and the only real look-in they got was a short clip of 8 regenerating into the War Dr and the Five-ish Doctors Reboot, which was a labour of love and comedy film mostly written by the three 80s doctors making light of the fact that they weren't going to be in the 50th?? and then it comes to this special and chibs is like. i am gonna write ALL of you into it. like, Six didn't need to be there!!! unlike Five and Seven, his companions did not feature (with the exception of Mel’s brief cameo in the Companion Support Group at the end)!! but he's there helping to bolster his future self and help her hold on to their existence anyway

i ammmm MANY thoughts head full about the conclusion of the spydoc storyline, like, the more i think about it the more absolutely JUICY things there are to find in here. like. lord. right until the end they were just perfect on the nose foils for each other. the Master becoming so unhappy and so sick and incapable of being himself and presumably still so bitter and depressed about being in the Doctor’s shadow and (he assumes) not having ever been her equal that he hatches a plot to steal the Doctor’s body and identity and completely erase her??? to become her in literally every way and then wreck her reputation??? VS Thirteen who has come to terms with what she does and doesn’t know about herself, and has come to the conclusion that actually she has LOVED being herself!!! the Master being so unable to let either one of them live that even while dying as a result of his own actions backfiring on him once again, crawls after Thirteen JUST to ensure that if he can’t be the Doctor, neither can she. VS Thirteen who wanted more time but gracefully accepts that she has to pass the torch of being the Doctor onto the next them and faces her death with a smile. i just. THEM. THEY. the Master being SO bitter vs the Doctor having seemingly let go of most of her bitterness towards him! (”WHAT a mind!” she says of his plan to LITERALLY STEAL HER BODY AND ERASE HER FROM EXISTENCE! “we used to be friends, once” she says sadly after these aforementioned plans have fallen apart.) i just. GOD. if you two had actually taken a moment to have an ACTUAL PROPER CONVERSATION at ANY POINT during these incarnations of yours y’all could probably have genuinely actually gotten along, but nooooooooooooooooooooooo

anyway this episode also fed me EXCEEDINGLY with regards to my ongoing doctor who theory of mirrors. like. LORD. the Yaz-Dhawan!Master-13 hall of mirrors in this episode was EXQUISITE. can’t believe that in the episode where we had the Master trying to literally, physically take the Doctor’s place in the universe and failing, we had Yaz spiritually embodying what it is to be the Doctor RIGHT at the moment when it seemed like the Doctor was gone forever. like. Yaz was so magnificent during this episode and i’m so PLEASED about this conclusion to her Doctorification plotline. she piloted the TARDIS on her OWN!! using the notes she made HERSELF during those 10 long months separated from 13 trying to get that other TARDIS to move!!! she made a plan with Vinder and saved Ace from crashing into the ground and moved people to where they needed to be and she SAVED the Doctor just by being herself. no destiny, no weird timey wimey bullshit, no special powers. just Yasmin Khan and her faith in herself and her faith in and love for the Doctor. the Master was really there trying to break Yaz’s faith in 13 and she was no-selling him every time. QUEEN.

also she got to bridal-carry an unconscious, injured 13 into the TARDIS and like honestly? stunning, beautiful, powerful, showstopping, incredible

very important point for me: 13 is 4 for 4 with getting companions back home, safe, ready to live the rest of their lives, being wiser and better people for their experiences travelling with her. like sorry but she is WINNING

also like. im still so emotional about 13′s ending. it was just so POSITIVE. the gratitude for having met and loved the people she did and experienced what she did with them?? “my hearts are full of love for you all”. also god. she LOVED being herself!!! the Doctor had an incarnation that LOVED being themself despite what she went through during all that!! i love this so much for her. i love that she got one last quiet moment with Yaz and got to see Yaz safe at home. i love that she got to tell her TARDIS to look after the next one. i love that she CHOSE the way she would meet her own end and she wanted to do it while seeing one last sunrise as herself. i just. she was at peace with herself and with the idea of leaving even if she WANTED more time as herself and tbh this is all i wanted for her from this episode. tbh i’m even only slightly Annoyed at having had to watch her turn into DT again instead of Ncuti and i FULLY expected to be frothingly angry and bitter about it, but the rest of the episode and the lead-up to the regen itself was just so JOYFUL that i am much less mad than expected

tl;dr will absolutely be bothering my parents again this week to steal their iPlayer access and watch this special again, and now i am FREE to write reams of Sunless AU fanfic with wild abandon

#fel livebagels the space hobo show #it's all positivity under here fam!! haters to the left

[rhonddaandallaneuro]

This is what travels all about. Seeing amazing things, places and sights read about at school and every now and then enjoying the element of surprise. This was us on Saturday.

In Iceland it is very structured as far as how things are done so rather then buck the system we decided to walk to the bus terminal where all tours start. On this we passed a beautiful church with a massive organ and honestly the worst organ player I have ever listened to. A further walk saw us visit the frozen pond (yes we walked on water) in middle of town and the only area where local bird life can also exist. Hundreds of swans and ducks.

First stop on tour was the Blue Lagoon, which was about an hours drive from our motel. This drive taking us through some of the rockiest terrain we have ever witnessed. We got to see the damage and pathway of the island volcano that erupted about a month ago. There is something magic viewing snow capped mountains on top of volcanic rock.

We arrived at the Blue Lagoon and shock and horror it is not blue but a pale white. The pools of water surrounding the actual lagoon crusted with a white powder with steam rising from the waters. Inside it is done so professionally with strict guidelines ensuring the purity of the experience.

Showers first then walking into the very cold air prior to walking into the actual lagoon. This water is warm but not scolding and one has to do the facial mud experience prior to enjoying a wine or cider in the water. Getting out however is where the experience of hot and cold comes into reality. A shock at first but the body once showered again is at peace.

On departure as we entered the bus all hell broke loose. The warning sirens from the volcano alarm system went off. The place was evacuated immediately with road closures immediately set up. The island volcano is about to erupt once more so the entire region is shut down. The volcano is due to erupt within days and the seismic reading had that happening today. Personally I am hoping this will happen while we are here.

A detoured road home saw us take a short “happy hour” prior to having fish and chips (A$91) for tea before joining our “Northern Lights” tour. This again was an hours drive to a National park where we slipped, tripped and froze waiting for the great experience. We saw a glimmer of the light at times before heading back to the bus at 11:30pm where we were immediately advised to get off. The northern lights were going off so off we jumped and watched this great experience. Well worth the effort.

After a long drive home we returned to our motel just on 1am where we snuggled into our beds for a great nights sleep. Did I mention it was minus 6 in the park while we were waiting for the lights to appear.

[prismatoxic]

fucked up so hard in a social setting today that i had to straight up leave the entire internet to try and deal with the ensuing panic. set do not disturb on both discord and phone before watching devot play through the otacon intro/gray fox fight in mgs1 again.

and i'm still panicking. bc it did not blow over, which... i didn't think it would but i guess i was hoping maybe i was too out of it in panic to correctly assess the situation. no, i got it mostly right... no one seems mad at me specifically because i wasn't the only one involved, but they are mad. and i am having real trouble figuring out what is a likely outcome of this versus what my terrified brain thinks makes sense as an outcome.

i apologized to the best of my ability once i came back and tried to explain my avoidant actions immediately following the encounter. no one's responded yet but it is 1am here.

i have a really fucking long history of messing up socially and then having a bunch of cascading results occur that involve things like being mocked for my attempt at an apology, losing friends, losing my place on a team, staining my reputation within a community, etc etc etc. regardless of whether that was all deserved every single time, i am the sort of person who assumes blame as it is, and because of these past events i then react wildly disproportionately to feeling like i did something wrong.

and the RSD is there too. that's not helping.

as you can imagine all of this makes taking accountability for my mistakes very hard! i am very clearly panicking and presumably feel shame and/or guilt, sure, but people in the past have assumed all of this was like... for my own benefit? like i was being attention-seeking or trying to incite pity. so add that to the pile of past experiences fucking up my ability to be normal about this sort of situation. i feel like if i am too publicly upset that i'm giving off the idea that i'm more worried about myself than the person or people i slighted. which simply isn't true--i am so upset BECAUSE i slighted someone. because i've potentially ruined a relationship of some kind. yes i am terrified of the consequences but everything ties back into remorse. i'm not capitalizing on a bad situation to try and make people feel sorry for me. i am genuinely just having a panic attack.

i'm well aware that the situation isn't about me once i've hurt someone but that genuinely does not make the panic stop. and you'd be surprised how hard it is to calm down from that sort of thing when you feel like at any moment, everything is going to fall down around your ears in response. i got pinged twice to the associated server immediately following the event, both times general or admin pings that had nothing to do with the situation, and both times my panic spiked so sharply that it made me concerned for my health.

none of this is normal or productive and i am well aware and i will... probably call my therapist back on monday to schedule an appointment bc holy shit, lmao. this sucked, not just for me but for the situation as a whole, which i should have handled with more grace.

i am still waiting for more consequences. like getting booted from the admin team or being blocked by the other admin i upset or, idk, something unforeseen but equally terrible. idk how likely any of that is. idk what's a normal response to this situation. my brain won't let me conceive of anything logical while i'm like this.

and like, my trauma is not the responsibility of the person i hurt. so in my apology i did not bring any of it up bc it's irrelevant. i tried to apologize as sincerely as i could while also avoiding trying to make excuses. i don't know if it's going to matter. i cannot fathom a world in which it's good enough.

how do you ask for reassurance in a situation where you're the one at fault, anyway? do you even deserve it at that point? i promise i wasn't being malicious. i thought i remembered something and made the wrong call on whether or not to bring it up, and then didn't nip the ensuing conversation in the bud when it immediately went off the rails. which i should have done bc i'm a server admin. i should have recognized the fucked up nature of the topic at hand before someone pointed it out to me. but i genuinely was not trying to be malicious. does that count for something?

this isn't the first time i've made mistakes in this server. it's at least the third time, but i think there might have been at least one more instance. i have been trying to be useful lately but i never feel like i'm pulling my own weight and if they decided to ax me from the team i'd get it. it would suck and my RSD would absolutely flay me alive over it but i would get it.

i don't know. i don't know how to emotionally handle this sort of situation and that impacts my ability to handle it at all. i'm not fit to be an admin of anything. i'm not fit to have power over anybody.

i'm going to get some food and try to draw or something.

#tox.txt #under the cut is a vague explanation of the associated event and my emotional state in regards to it

[rozu-minaki]

Hello🐹 I has a request- some of the MHA/BNHA boys that get hard when his fem!S/O puts on lip gloss? like- the shine that it gives her lips would look so good around his hard cock :)

other details- non-hero!UA and this is NOT to fetishize black people!!! (I'm black anyway)

only if you're comfortable and if requests are open 😊

remember to drink water and eat daily ☺

Omg my first request- okay okay so I’m gonna try my best because this is my first request and full blown drabble post so yea! I wasn’t sure which characters to pick so I just went with the ones I think would fit well with this! As always characters are aged up. Hope u enjoy! And yes requests are open! warnings: basically some smut and some small fluff

Iida: oohhh man this dude did not expect you to put on lip gloss, especially in that pretty pink glittery shade. You two were enjoying your day waltzing around town when you stopped to use a public restroom and while he was outside waiting you had an idea and decided to use an expensive gloss momo had bought you a while back. You slicked it on your lips and walked out innocently as if you didn’t know what you were doin. Iida hadn’t noticed until you started talking about getting some food when he saw those pretty lips and instantly felt his pants become uncomfy. Needless to say, he pulled you into a cafe and shoved you into the bathroom where well you got covered in some Other kinda white substance ;>

Bakugou: you two were expected at a party and as usual you had taken longer then him not our fault the man takes less time to get ready 🙄. Anywho, you had gotten all dolled up in a pretty red dress and black heels. You were just finishing up your makeup when you saw the gloss youve had but never used, so without thought you decided to put it on since the shade was a nice touch to your makeup and outfit. While bakugou was sitting on the couch on his phone he heard the bedroom door cream open and the clicks of your heels walking over. He finally looked up from his phone to ask if your dumbass was finally ready when he stopped mid sentence to see those pretty red lips. So he stood up, slung you over his shoulder and carried you back into the bedroom you came from, party long forgotten.

Izuku: Today was yours and Izukus date as a 1 year anniversary so you wanted to go all out. Pretty outfit pretty hair pretty everything. You used all your favorite makeup products including that signature glittery lip gloss you wore only on special occasions. You covered your lips and puckered them up and basically hyped your beautiful ass up cause girlboss obviously. Once you got ready you heard a knock at your door to which you went to anwser and saw izuku in his gorgeous suit and tie and flowers ready in hand. Of course the boy was shy and stumbled over his words to ask if you were ready. You nodded and began to follow him out to the car. You both had a wonderful date however when you two had gotten to his place was when the fun began. You two went inside and basically went at it like rabbits, clothes flying, hands gripping in every place, and that’s when he was ontop of you that he said he did not want that pretty gloss go to waste. Needless to say he woke up with kisses all over him especially in the lower region <3

Todoroki: Shoto being the sweet boy he was planned a little getaway to a flower field since he knew you both were interested in nature and such. He had gotten ready first and while waiting for you he took a small nap to rest up before the long drive there. You on the otherhand had different plans. You had prepared a cute cottage core like outfit with light makeup and some added on freckles, you were trying to go for a fairy/elf look. So obviously you wanted to look glowy and mysterious and what better shimmery thing to use then lip gloss. You put on your favorite shimmery pink tint one and was on your way to wake up sho. When you did though he just sat and stared for a moment before asking “Did I die or something why is there an angel in front of me???” You had giggled and thanked him for the compliment (though he actually thought you were) and got him up and you two were on your way to the flower field. Needless to say you got railed in a very pretty setting with lip gloss smudged all over shotos face and body.

Kirishima: Kirishima had been watching you do your makeup for a while now, just admiring your features before and after and enjoying every second of it. He had said his occasional yet meaningful compliment everytime you did a new part of the makeup but when he saw you grab the one weakness product he was done for. You hadn’t noticed for a while now but whenever you used that gloss it drove Kiri mad. The way he only pictured your pretty lips rapped around his red riot dick with your eyeliner smudged just made the man go insane with lust. He had been staring for a while now so when you asked if he was alright all he could say was “ please let me fuck you” to which you were surprised but happily agreed and let him do what he had been fantasizing about everytime you wore that dammed gloss.

Shinsou: It was a date set at a cat cafe obviously. You two had been snuggling cats and sipping coffee for a while now when you realized your gloss had lost its touch so you reapplied it and that’s when he saw it in all its glory, oh how he wished you had been under him whining about how it was to much and that all he could say was that you could take it like a good kitty. He was now in a daze when he felt you poke his cheek and he just smirked and began to whisper seductive words in your ear and you just had to play it cool since others were around, only allowing the occasional blush and whine here and there. When you two got home however was when the real fun began and his fantasy became a reality.

Ack! I’m so sorry this is so bad- it’s like 1am rn and this isn’t proofread so if theres any mistakes or anything you’d like changed or someone added please let me know as I’m open to (kind) criticism! I hope you enjoyed none the less though thanks for the request love <3

#shinsou smut #izuku smut #bakugou smut #kirishima smut #todoroki smut #katsuki smut #shinsou x reader #izuku x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima x reader smut #todoroki x reader #Non-hero au #bnha x reader #mha smut #Rozu Writes 🌸

[bbhyeoliskooks]

aaaa you write so good! everything is on point and your fluff writings really make me melt inside 😭

if your requests are open, can you pls do bestie txt who's secretly in love with mc and found out mc got cheated on? TYSM~ i hope more ppl stumble across your writings~

꒰ "𝗗𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗞𝗻𝗼𝘄?” ꒱

Like a good friend, TXT members are there for you when you got cheated on, even if they’re in love with you.

◌ Genre: Mostly angst but also includes a pinch of fluff, unrequited love, best friends au

◌ Warnings: Cheating, swear words, and pain :)

◌ Song: Tell Me

ꗃ YE♡NJUN: I thought I was enough.

◌ When you called Yeonjun at 1am, crying hysterically because your significant other cheated on you, he was more than just angry (at the very least)

◌ In fact, your best friend was infuriated that you got treated this way- he actually made your S/O promise they’d never break your heart and surprise surprise! They did.

◌ As soon as you called, he hurriedly pulled on his coat and rushed out with different pairs of shoes

◌ When you answered the door with tears running down your face, Yeonjun swore his heart broke

◌ He immediately threw his arms around you, holding you as you sobbed on his shoulder

◌ Hearing you cry was practically torture to him, and he cooed as you ranted to him about everything on the bed

◌ It was absolute devastation for Yeonjun as he heard the way you were treated, and even though it was selfish- he couldn’t stop thinking about how much better he could treat you. He’d really put in so much effort to be the best boyfriend for you.

◌ “I don’t get it, Yeonjun!” You cried, shaking no matter how much your best friend tried to calm you down. “Why did they cheat on me? I thought I was enough!”

◌ He sighed in defeat, just wanting to take all your pain away. “you are more than good enough, Y/N. To me you’re perfect... it’s just a shame that they didn’t see that. I’m really sorry.”

◌ Seeing him care so much caused you to break down once again, face splotchy and red from how much you cried. While your heart broke all over again, so did Yeonjun’s

◌ “I know, I know,” he cooed, combing his gentle fingers through your hair. Besides this, he had no clue what to do to comfort you at all. Rage just filled his veins as every second passed, and he swore to himself that he wouldn’t let anybody else hurt you like that ever again

◌ “I just... I just want someone to love me again,” you sniffled, holding your breath as the world crashed on your shoulders

◌ He gulped, unable to look at you in the eye anymore. “I... I’m sorry.” Of course, there was no way he could say he felt this way for you. It would be too selfish.

◌ When you finally fell asleep in his arms, basically crying yourself to sleep from how disheartened you were, Yeonjun kissed the top of your head while holding you as tight as he could

◌ “Oh, Y/N...” he sighed, wiping your wet cheeks with the back of his hand. “When will you know that I can treat you so much better than them?”

ꗃ S♡♡BIN: I care because I’m your best friend.

◌ The day you told Soobin that your significant other cheated on you, he was more worried about you than his own feelings

◌ He knew you were putting on a brave face so that he wouldn’t worry about you, but it was actually doing more harm than good

◌ It wasn’t fair that you worried about his feelings, even if you were hurt yourself

◌ “It’s fine, Bin,” you reassured, hoping the smile on you face would make him feel better.

It didn’t.

◌ “You shouldn’t be concerned anyway... I mean, the gesture is nice but you don’t have to worry so much about me.”

◌ Soobin bit his lip, hoping he wouldn’t say anything that would scare you away. Oh- maybe like saying I’m in love with you which is why I care so much?

◌ He groaned, desperate to make you see that he was there for you. “Y/N, I’m your best friend! And as your best friend, there’s no way I can’t just not worry about you! Besides you’re the one who got cheated on, how can you even lie and say you’re fine?”

◌ You gulped, averting your eyes so that he wouldn’t be able to see that you were lying

◌ “It’s nothing, Soobin. I promise everything is-”

◌ “Don’t make a promise you can’t keep, Y/N! You’re not okay, so just tell me and I’m here for you! I always have been and that’s never going to change!”

◌ Now the argument was getting heated. You swore you could cut the tension in the air with a sharp knife and it still wouldn’t be able to do much damage

◌ “You know what?! Then don’t care! I certainly don’t care about you, your opinion, myself, and-”

◌ “I care because I’m in love with you! How can I not care? Even though you’re not my best friend, I love you and I hate seeing you this way.”

◌ Soobin, on the other hand, stared at you mortified, quickly shuffling out of his chair to grab his stuff. You tried calling his name, urging him to stay so you two could talk about it, but there was nothing you could do

◌ It was selfish... you kept thinking that at least someone loved your good for nothing ass. After what you said, there was someone who really loved you through it. But god, why did it have to be Soobin?

ꗃ BE♡MGYU: how did you not notice this?

◌ It was a pretty good day for both you and Beomgyu since you were on a stress-free day, one where you’d spoil yourself doing either nothing or shopping till you dropped

◌ You had just finished eating, your stomach full with delicious food as Beomgyu looked for a new pair of shoes

◌ Everything was going relatively fine when you heard some familiar laughing, but you pushed it off as being a stranger’s since there was also another set of laughter from someone you didn’t know

◌ “Y/N? How about these pairs of shoes?” Beomgyu held up a pair of some chic black shoes, but he noticed you weren’t paying attention

◌ That’s when you heard the person say your significant other’s name

◌ Certainly you were just being paranoid, right? But it didn’t hurt to check, of course

◌ You whipped your head to find... your significant other holding someone else’s hand? Before pulling them in for a kiss?

◌ Beomgyu noticed you stopped laughing and turned his head to look at you, following your eyes only to find your significant other not being faithful

◌ You dropped your shopping bags, your limbs feeling like jelly as you watched the two of them being together

◌ For all the years you were together, did your relationship really mean nothing to them? Were you nothing at all?

◌ Beomgyu took you into his arms, pulling you to the corner so nobody else would see you cry

◌ “I’m here for you, Y/N... I’m here,” he whispered while kissing the top of your head, holding you as you cried in his chest

◌ It didn’t make sense. How did you not notice this?

◌ Your best friend’s heart broke as you sobbed into him, and he felt useless trying to comfort you to the best of his abilities. Even if he was hopelessly in love with you, there was nothing else he could do to mend your broken heart

ꗃ TAEH♡UN: I hope you know that.

◌ Taehyun was extremely worried the week he didn’t hear from you at all

◌ You never showed up to the plans you two made together and you hadn’t responded to the texts he sent days ago

◌ It was like you were a ghost, someone who never existed in the first place

◌ Now, Taehyun wasn’t one to barge into your house but it seemed like an emergency when you never got back to him

◌ And it didn’t seem that your significant other wanted to talk about your well being either, so he figured it was a little suspicious

◌ Something must’ve happened between the two of you, but he didn’t want to be nosy. After all, it was your business and he had nothing to do with it

◌ That meant he couldn’t really do anything, even though he had secret feelings for you

◌ But honestly, that was okay. It was better to be your best friend than lose you to some stupid crush

◌ When he arrived at your house he found you frantically yelling at your significant other while throwing their things out of the house. Is this why you were so unresponsive?’

◌ He watched as your significant other drove away and shot them a dirty look, one that said “touch them again, and I promise I’ll kill you” before knocking on your door

◌ It took you a while to respond, but when you finally did and saw Taehyun... you weren’t sure if you could hold it in anymore

◌ For a second you tried to put on a smile for him, but it crumbled the second you saw his eyes full of pity... which meant that he saw everything go down just a couple minutes before

◌ “I’m so sorry,” Taehyun muttered, wanting to comfort you in whatever way he could, “you don’t deserve this at all, Y/N. I hope you know that.”

◌ “I know, but... I just wanted it to be them so badly. I really thought it would be them, Hyun,” you cried as you looked up at him with tear glistened eyes

He sighed, not being able to say anything. Why? Why didn’t you see that he was the best option for you? And why did he have to be in love with you when you obviously just wanted to be only friends

ꗃ HUEN♡NGKAI: Sleep well.

◌ It’s been how long? A week? Since you found out your significant other had cheated on you?

◌ Yeah, and you were sure you would’ve been dead if Kai hadn’t been the sweetest friend ever, coming over whenever you called for him

◌ Even if he was busy he would be sure to visit you after working, bringing you ice cream and sweets he knew you liked so that you would feel better

◌ He was such a precious friend to you.. he knew this as well, which is why he couldn’t bear the thought of saying he liked you more than that

◌ “Kai?” You muttered, tugging on the sleeve of his shirt

◌ “Yeah?” He reached to pause the show but you shook your head

◌ “Thank you for being with me even though I’m a mess. I’m sure I don’t look the best right now and I’m probably scaring you away, but I’m just very grateful. Thank you, really.”

◌ “It’s more than okay... and you don’t look like a mess, Y/N. You’re so pretty, I-” he stopped himself before saying too much and you smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt

◌ It meant a lot that he said that, even if he wasn’t right

◌ “Thanks, Kai! That’s one of the reasons why I’m lucky to have you! And um... you don’t mind if I go to sleep, right? Fill me in tomorrow if you keep watching.”

◌ “Sure, Y/N. Goodnight and sleep well, yeah?” You did just that, nuzzling your cheek into him before falling asleep. Kai sighed, not even paying attention to the TV anymore, and more so to his pounding heart

◌ He didn’t want to lose you to some feelings that had grown unknowingly. So with you falling asleep on his chest as just friends... that was better than anything else

◌ After all, Kai couldn’t be too greedy when it came to you. He loved you more than anything else and just because he loved you more than you loved him didn’t mean he had the right to ruin anything that you two had

◌ Therefore, being your friend was more than good enough- it’s totally not like he was in literal torture watching you sleep in his arms knowing that you weren’t his 

◌ Well, this was funny... he was in deep trouble now, huh?

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Released: December 21, 2021 (7:30pm)

Thoughts: I am so incredibly sorry that this took forever omg ?! almost two months and that is unacceptable of me my goshhh T^T i’ve just been super busy lately, but i’m so glad you requested! i really enjoyed writing this and i might write a part two hehe <3 feel so bad for my txt babies and gosh just this plot >>> Anyway once again I’m sorry for the wait, and I sincerely hope you enjoy it!! also thank you sm for the sweet words you said 🥺💗

Taglist: @dj-fart 

#txt fluff #txt angst #txt reactions #txt scenarios #txt imagines #txt fanfic #txt fics #txt mtl #txt headcannons #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun angst #soobin fluff #soobin angst #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu angst #taehyun fluff #taehyun angst #hueningkai fluff #hueningkai angst #🎐: [✐ keah’s requests?]

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helpfgdfdh, so i commented on one of your posts. and i have absolutely no idea how to use tumblr correctly, cause i usually read my fanfics from ao3, or just dont. never been a fan of tumblrs layout. and now its embarrassing to know i couldve just asked lmao. anyways as i so foolishly commented, simpbur with a trans!male character. he sneaks around their room, either finds chest binders, medical records for testosterone, or records for top surgery. or a combination of that. accidently blurts out that he found that when he sees them around their apartment again you can know me as 🦝 anonymous. or just not at all because my dumb comment,

Ahh! Hello! I didn't notice the comment until you mentioned it in this ask lol! Also of course I can! welcome 🦝 it's great to see another anon! I would also like to mention that if I get anything wrong about the trans!Male y/n, I apologize!

Simpbur checks through your window checking for any sign that you were still home. He opens the window slowly. Luckily for him you never lock your windows.

He climbed through, his shoes landing on the carpet floor of your bed room. He takes a deep breath in your room, the small of you fills his nose. He couldn't help but giggle. He looks around your room, it was exactly how he imagined, but better.

He shakes his head, he wasn't here to gawk at the sight of your room. He was here to grab some boxers to jerk off too.

He walks to your closet, opening it. It was a rather normal closet but to simpbur it was a gold mine. He grabs one of your shirts, inhaling the scent, it smelled like heaven. He grabs the shirt; he's pretty sure you wouldn't mind him taking it anyway.

He goes to one of your drawers. Searching for his prize. He pulls out something, it wasn't want he was looking for but it definitely intrigued him.

It was a binder. He looked it over a bit surprised, but shrugged it off not thinking much of it. He kept looking, he grabbed what he was looking for.

It was your boxers. There was a packer in it, he wasn't expecting that. He thought it over, packer, binder, it clicked. Y/n was trans. He didn't really care, you were still going to be his. He closed the closet, rushing out your window with his goodies.

In the morning, he walks to your place. He would normally walk you to work so it wasn't surprising to see him at your door steps. You smile, he gives you a smile back.

You close the door locking it, as you guys ramble about your day. When something caught you of guard. He look at him surprised and nervous.

"You know I'm trans?" You ask.

He looks back at you confused, before he realized his slip up. He didn't know how to answer,

"Yes," he said.

There was few moments of silence that hung over the two of you. You look away from him with a sigh.

"Hey, just because your trans doesn't mean anything changes between us," he said,

your eyes meet his, you look in his eyes for any sign that he might be lying.

"Really?" You say,

"of course."

Ack, I hope it's good! It's like 1am for me right now, jdhdjdj, also I like dislocated my shoulder! So I'm sorry I haven't been answering as many asks!

#i am 👁👅👁 anon #please toiletwipes notice me uwu #c: simpbur #simpbur x reader #simpbur x you #wilbur x reader #trans male #trans reader

[aresrambles]

Are You Bored? [Pt. 1]

shigaraki tomura x f!reader - mentions of nsfw, villain!reader (984 words)

a/n: fuck! my 1st blog post please go easy on me </3 it’s 1am and i couldn’t stop thinking of shiggy so i hope this is ok ahh lmk!

part 2 is up!

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“You know, when I see you, my fingers twitch.”

You hadn’t even registered when Shigaraki had entered the room, however you knew better than to let him recognize that surprise. Instead, your eyes remain glued to your book as you let out a soft hum in acknowledgement.

Oh.

You realize that you had thrown your bra carelessly somewhere on the floor at some point. Silently praying it doesn’t catch his eye, you attempt to scan the room discretely and almost sigh in relief as you see it wedged underneath the dresser. He won’t see it there, thank God.

“That same fucking bored expression- every time I see you.” Shigaraki’s whiny voice snaps you out of your stupor and directs your attention back to him. Today his crimson eyes don’t seem so cruel, in fact, there’s something behind them that’s a little harder to recognize. “It’s always that same look. So tell me, Y/N,” He leaves the doorway and instead joins you on the bed, guiding your chin to face him with his pinky painstakingly close to your face. He wouldn’t, you know that, but the thought makes your head feel dizzy. “Are you that bored right now?”

Why is your heart pounding? This isn’t fear, no- it’s something worse. Something that makes your lower half ache and twist and beg to shuffle closer to him. He smells like fresh laundry today.

“How could I be, Boss? You’re right in front of me.” You reply coolly. A rehearsed reply. You are in fact ready for anything he could throw at you. With such a temperamental leader, it would be foolish not to be. Shigaraki almost takes a second to process your response before abruptly letting you go, leaning back to stare at the ceiling.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” He grumbles, although not bitterly. Instead, he looks lost in thought, looking everywhere except your face. You don’t want to admit to yourself that you already miss the feeling of him being so close. Your stomach still feels knotty and hot. “Boss, if I can ask, is everything alright?” You regret the question as soon as it escapes your lips, feeling that familiar Shigaraki glare return and settle icily over you.

“What, so I need a fucking reason to be in here now? He snaps. You can only stare at him incredulously until he’s forced to speak again. After all, your place is out of the way so Shigaraki hardly comes by here, at least to the best of your knowledge.

“I wanted to see why you’ve always got such a stick up your ass, especially around me. Around Twice and Toga- I mean fuck, even Spinner, you’re fine. But you shut up around me.” He looks so different right now, eyes wide and focused on your every movement like a wild animal, it didn’t help to soothe the fire taking hold of your body. Sometimes you really do wonder if this is the same Shigaraki who’s killed before, and will undoubtedly kill again. You shouldn’t be alone with him right now; not when your mind is this scattered.

“I didn’t realize, Boss.” You answer sheepishly, knowing damn well it was true.

“Bull-fucking-shit. You think I’m not worthy of your respect, or some shit?” He’s seething, and it doesn’t help when you accidentally giggle. So that’s what it was. Shigaraki mistook your awkward crushing behaviour for some portrayal of dominance. How cute. “What’s so fucking funny?”

Feeling a surge of confidence bubbling up inside of you, you lean forward until your face is centimeters away from his. Shigaraki maintains his glare but inwardly heats up at the sudden proximity between you both. The truth is, he wanted to see you. He wanted to find out what he’s doing wrong, why you didn’t like him. Why won’t you smile at him like how you’ve been smiling at those other freaks? Yes, you made his fingers twitch. But not to hurt you.

His fingers longed to explore your folds, to push dripping cum from your pussy back in through your mouth. He wanted to watch you gag on them and worship him, just like how it was supposed to be. You’re supposed to be his and if you just won’t give in, then how was he supposed to make that happen? How long until you crack?

“Boss,” You murmur, “‘Truth is you keep makin’ me nervous. You’re pretty.”

It takes all the self-control Shigaraki has not to let his jaw slack as he digests your words. You’re lying, you have to be. It can’t have been this easy to get you, how can he-

Ah. Your lips are soft.

The tension really had become too much, and it was of course up to you to do something about it. It was your duty to Shigaraki as one of his humble league members. And what better way to dissolve the sexual tension than to kiss him with everything you’ve got? You smile into the kiss as you feel uncertain, fumbling tugs at your shirt. This was long overdue. Shigaraki’s lips feel rough and white-hot against you as you scramble to get closer to him. Somehow no matter how close you got, it wasn’t enough. You want to be able to fall into his body and lay there, inside of him. And unbeknownst to you, he feels the exact same way.

Except Shigaraki can’t risk his excitement costing you your life.

He pushes you away all of a sudden and stands up, hands in pockets. “Alright.” He declares, before ducking out of your bedroom. You sit there, hair mussed up and taking heavy breaths as you watch him disappear, feeling incredibly embarrassed. Did he just reject you? Did you act way too confidently? Was this all a mistake?

Your questions soon came to a halt however when you glanced back down at the dresser and saw your bra was now missing.

Oh, Boss…

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[nataliedanovelist]

GF - Timestuck AU: The Power of Mabel ch.7 (finale)

While fighting over a time machine so one twin can win a pig or the other can win the heart of a girl, Mabel is left stranded in a snowy forest with no time machine and no brother. Oops.

ch.6

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Ford sat on the kitchen floor with his back against the cupboards, clinging to his knees, his glasses still in hand. His throat was sore and his eyes hurt and his nose was runny and his heart was raw and broken, and yet he wasn’t done crying. Though he was done sobbing and occasionally crying so hard he thought he would throw up, free-flowing tears still streamed down his face as he hid the bottom-half of his head in his beefy arms. 

“What do we do now?” He moaned.

Stan looked at the know-it-all who didn’t have a clue. He sighed and moved to sit next to him, his back against the cupboard and his knees up by his chest as he combed his mullet. “I dunno… Sit here and die?”

Ford hiccuped a cruel laugh and buried his face in his arms fully. “I wish I could.”

Stan snorted. “What’s that saying? The good die young?”

Ford groaned and started to sob again. 

Stan rubbed his back, his head against the cupboard and he looked up at the ceiling. “O-Okay, okay… Let’s think about this. So we never made up, or something else really bad happened between us, and that’s the timeline Mabel was from, right?”

“Right.” Ford gruffed, lifting his head up and rubbing his eyes dry.

“So, since that didn’t happen, or it happened differently… B-But that doesn’t mean she’s… She’ll still exist in our timeline, won’t she? She’s gonna be okay?” He asked the scientist, digging for some kind of hope.

Ford sighed and rested his cleft chin on his arms. “As long as what happened didn’t interfere with Alex’s life too much… Which I don’t know how it could… Mabel and Dipper should still be born in 1999. There’s a small possibility they’ll be different than what they once were, or because of some unseen butterfly effect, their birth might be different or might not happen at all… But…”

The eldest by fifteen minutes slipped his glasses back on, stood, and said stubbornly, “I’m going to do what I can to ensure it is a better future than what the kids had. Our entire family was broken because of what we did and didn’t do. Clearly either one of us went insane or died or something horrible, and I won’t allow that to happen.”

“I don’t think we gotta worry too much about that happening.” Stan said from down on the floor. “I mean, if Mabel changed things so much that an entire reality changed, then we don’t really gotta do much except not screw this up.”

Ford laughed and held out a hand to his twin, who gladly clasped it and stood. “You’re right.”

But the men were disheartened to finally notice the mess in the kitchen. Mabel’s cake batter sat on the flour-dusted counter, the oven was hot and ready for baking, and the muffin tray was on the floor from where Mabel dropped it. Ford looked down at the sweater he was wearing - the sweater she had knitted for him - and without a word he walked to the living room and saw Mabel’s knitting sitting on the couch where she had left it, a completed red sweater with a golden heart on it.

Ford smiled mournfully and held the sweater as Stan joined him and gasped at the sweater. The big brother held it out to the little brother and croaked, “We’ll see her again.”

Stan smiled, cleared his throat, and took off his hoodie and snagged the new sweater to slip it over his old white t-shirt. “Yeah.”

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July 22nd, 1980

Ford held the lantern up to better read the writing in the cave. He peered at it and was intrigued by a description of a being with answers. It would be summoned if he read out-loud, and though there were many clear warnings against this, the desperate scientist was extremely tempted.

“Sixer! Let’s move before we get caved in or some shit.” Stan called as he walked up to Ford. “What are you reading, cavemen graffiti?”

“Look, Stanley, there are tales of an all-knowing being with answers. It could help me with my theory…”

“Nope.” Stan grabbed Ford by the collar of his trenchcoat and dragged him away like dragging a child out of a toy store.

“Stanley! Let me go!”

“That shit’s got bad voodoo written all over it! You’ve gotta be inhaling toxic cave gas or something to think summoning a demon is a good idea!”

“We don’t know it’s a demon.”

“Really? Then why does that wall read in old blood ‘Do not summon demon!’?”

“Huh. Well, um…”

“That’s what I thought, now don’t make me pick you up and carry you. Let’s move.” And he lightly shoved Ford forward to lead the walk away from the cave and through the tunnels for sunlight.

~~~~~~~~~~

Alex’s wedding was wonderful and a joyous day, but it also made Ford and Stan nervous. They both agreed not to say a word to anyone (as far as Fiddleford knew, Ford had found the girl’s parents and all was over and ended well), and white they were happy to be one step closer to meeting the kids, they were slightly worried that something might be different than Mabel’s timeline.

She never told them her mother’s name. Did Alex marry someone else? Did they marry at the correct time? There was no way of telling, and they both agreed to allow themselves to enjoy the day and maybe drink a little. Or a lot. 

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When Shermie called and told them that Alex and Dana were going to have a baby, Ford choked on his coffee and Stan dropped the phone. They silently exchanged looks and were terrified that there was only one baby. But it was seven months before the end of August, so maybe the new parents were choosing to keep everything a surprise. Knowing Alex, that is something he would do, especially if there were twins. A beautiful surprise for his twin uncles.

So they congratulated Shermie and made him swear to call them if anything happened so they could be there. And despite their fear, they were very joyous of becoming grunkles again.

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August 31st, 1999

The entire week leading up to the day, the men were incredibly anxious. The birthday was on 31st, which meant Dipper and Mabel could be born at 1am on the 31st, or 11pm on the 31st. They had no way of knowing, but as long as that damn telephone stayed silent, they weren't leaving the house all weekend. Neither of them slept the night of the 30th, just in case.

Finally, a little after coffee on the 31st, the phone rang. Both Ford and Stan tackled each other and fought for it, but Stan sat on Ford and grabbed it first.

“Stanley, get off me!”

“Stanley, what are you doing to your brother?” Shermie chuckled on the other end.

“Nevermind that, Sherm!” Stan laughed. “What’s going on with you?” He asked casually, though he smiled down at Ford, who smiled back, despite still being sat on in the kitchen.

“Well, you guys know I’m gonna be a grandpa soon…”

“Really? Had no idea.” Stan said sarcastically as he stood up to get off Ford. “So? Is it happening now?!” Ford ran down the hall.

Shermie laughed. “Yup. I just got here myself and Alex and Dana got here about twenty minutes ago.”

“Piedmont Hospital, right?”

“Right.”

“We’ll be there in six hours.”

“It’s an eight hour drive!”

“I said six hours!”

“STANL-” But Stan hung up the phone.

Stan hurried up to his attic bedroom and dressed in his baby-blue Hawaiian shirt and slacks, while also grabbing a suitcase he’s had ready all week, prepared to stay as long as Alex and Dana needed him.

He ran back downstairs with suitcase in hand, with Ford by the door, and they sprinted into the Stanmobile and drove down the road.

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Shermie was waiting for them in the hall, beaming with joy, and his little brothers ran to him for a tackle-hug.

“Good to see you, Grandpa!”

“Congratulations, Shermie!”

“Thank you, thank you!”

“Did we miss it?!” Stan asked. “Has it happened yet?!”

Shermie grinned and nodded. “Yes, everyone is safe and fine.” And he opened the door.

The aged explorers beamed (and no, they weren’t crying) to find Alex holding one baby and Dana holding another baby. The eldest pair of twins high-sixed and cheered and then gently approached the little ones, beaming down at them.

It was like they had been holding their breath for twenty years, and now they could finally breathe.

“What are their names?” Ford asked quietly, seeing how each newborn was sleeping soundly.

“This is Mabel,” Alex introduced, giving the bundle to Stan.

“And this is Mason.” Dana said tiredly, giving her son to Ford to hold.

Stan and Ford were a bit concerned with the name change, but one look at the baby boy relaxed them. Of course a name like Dipper was a nickname.

“Matching names, huh?” Stan asked cheekily, cradling Mabel and looking down at her with shining brown eyes.

“We couldn’t help ourselves.” Alex chuckled.

Ford’s eyes were glued to Mason. While of course he had been dying to see Mabel again, he had also been excited to meet his science-loving nephew. He was so cute and small in his polydactyl hands and Ford knew it would take a lot more strength than what he had to let him go.

The author tore his eyes away to see his twin looking down at Mabel with tears in his eyes, holding her close to his heart and trying really hard to hold it together, but his joy and peace was far stronger than any bad habits that stopped him from showing his emotions. Stan lightly kissed Mabel’s cheek and Ford saw his lips barely move, though he didn’t hear what he said. Which was fine by him. Ford smiled back down at Mason, finally content.

No one heard him say it, thank Moses, but Stan couldn’t help himself. He had whispered to his niece as quiet as a mouse, “I’ve missed you, pumpkin.”

And finally, after all these years, the small hole in the boys’ hearts could be filled.

THE END!

#GF #gravity falls #gravity falls au #timestuck au #fanfiction #stangst #thank you guys SO much for reading! #im sorry i hurt you last chapter #hopefully this makes up for it ^^; #august 31st

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resonate : b.b

in a world after the blip, like many you find yourself in therapy. yet, you run into someone you never anticipated meeting. (4k - it’s long, i couldn’t stop but i hope you like it!!)

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requested: yes! by the lovely @interestedcas​ - thank you sm for the request angel :) (i’ve changed one or two details around, but i hope that’s okay!) warnings: mentions of depression, murder, being in therapy, angst but fluffy ending 

(everything on my blog is my own writing. if it is shared on another page or website without being credited, it has not been approved to be shared by me. all rights reserved.)

It doesn’t matter how many times you visit, you still despise going to her office. The routine never changes; you walk into the lobby and sign in, scribbling an attempted signature before entering the elevator.

Four floors up, you exit and simply wait on the sunken grey sofa. The magazines are out of date- from before everything happened. No one ever talks to one another, too lost in their own thoughts whilst your head remains too empty.

And then something changes. You can hear her door opening and a heavy sigh from someone exiting. “James,” She calls after the person emerging from her office who keeps his head low.

You can’t help but watch the spectacle before you, clad in leather and dark jeans, his face shielded from your view as he passes you by.

Doctor Raynor stands in the waiting room with her hands on her hips, notepad in hand as she mutters something under her breath.

“Hey, Doc.” You wave, breaking her deep thought as she looks over to you with that set frown across her lips.

“Y/n,” Doctor Raynor walks toward you, lowering her notebook into her pocket. “sorry for the wait, come on through.”

Rising to your feet, you follow behind her as you walk through the bleak corridors lined with framed photos of brighter scenes; couples on a beach during sunset, animals on a farm and your personal favourite- fireworks in New York City.

“So,” Closing the door, Raynor takes her seat opposite you, observing you as you lean back on the large couch. “how are you doing this week, Y/n?”

“Fine, I guess.” Shrugging your shoulders is an automatic response to those words. Yet, it’s never enough to keep Raynor happy as she opens her notebook. “You really have something to write already, after one sentence?” You remark, tutting under your breath as you look around the room whilst she scribbles on her pages.

“You know the whole purpose of coming here is to talk.” She comments, now looking up at you. “Let’s try again, shall we? How are you doing this week?”

Fighting the urge to roll your eyes, you stare blankly back at her. “Why’d your last patient storm out like that?” Avoiding her question, you can see her jaw clenching as she leans back in the armchair. “Guess someone else was having a bad day, huh?” You chuckle dryly, and to your surprise, she nods along.

“Everyone has bad days,” She remarks. “some worse than others.”

“Tell me ‘bout it.” You respond, bringing your legs up as you sit cross-legged and hug the nearest cushion into your lap. “I, I had another nightmare,” You admit, trying to ignore the sound of her pen against paper. “it wasn’t as graphic, or, violent.”

“What happened this time?” Doctor Raynor asks, averting her attention from her notebook as you bite your lower lip, unaware of how hard you’re biting down until you feel blood against your tongue. “Y/n?” Snapping her fingers, you emerge from your thoughts and wipe your lip, ignoring the crimson on your fingertips.

“I just saw them, lying there whilst the building was burning.” You try to ignore the sound of cries, distant sirens and pleas for help in the back of your mind. “But there wasn’t any blood, they were just lying there like they were fine, just, sleeping.”

“And why do you think that is?” Raynor taps her pen repetitively.

“Is there a reason? Some sort of coping mechanism or mental response?” You ask, turning it back on her as she purses her lips, contemplating her response.

“It can be perceived as you purifying them,” She suggests. “trying to see them as innocent.”

“But they weren’t.” You quickly comment. “No one was during that time.”

“What about yourself?” Raynor questions and you scoff loudly.

“Course I wasn’t innocent during that, I mean,” You motion to the room you’re currently in. “I’m here, aren’t I?” You laugh, feeling your nails digging into the cushion on your lap.

“Listen, Y/n, you have to break through this. Have you tried writing down about these nightmares after they happen?” You nod and Doctor Raynor shuffles in her seat, now resting her arms against her legs. “How about you get some fresh air? Have you tried contacting anyone you lost touch with since the blip?”

“They don’t know who I am anymore.” You mutter.

“Get a grip, Y/n. You’re not the lead in a rom-com.” Raynor sighs.

“You’re kinda mean, you know that, right?” You snap back, and she simply holds her hands up in defence. “I’ll try again this week, maybe I’ll meet a nice guy at a coffee shop.” The sarcasm rolls off your tongue as you stand up. “This was fun, Doc,” You flash a smile, ignoring the abrupt closing of her notebook.

“Y/n,” Doctor Raynor drags your name out as you reach the door.

“Can’t wait for next week!” You wave slowly whilst your back faces the door, unaware of the strong wall you collide against. “Oof.” A noise escapes your lips as you quickly turn around.

Forcing your gaze upwards, you recognise the unapologetic stoic expression from anywhere. He was listed amongst those lost in the blip, one of the fallen Avengers.

Yet, standing before you he seems softer. His eyes remain locked on you despite Doctor Raynor nearing you both.

“James, decided to try our session again?” Doctor Raynor comments, and you break your focus from the former soldier.

“I’ll see you next week, Doc.” Your tone softens as you slip past Bucky and quickly walk down the corridor, unaware of his eyes following you, wishing he at least introduced himself.

“You can try again next week, James. She'll be back.” Doctor Raynor pulls the door further open, and with his head hanging low, Bucky nods to himself before taking up your seat.

*

Screaming yourself awake, you heave a breath as you clutch your chest, trying to focus on controlling your heart rate.

Tears stream down your cheeks uncontrollably. “Y/n?” Your roommate calls out, knocking lightly on your door. “Can I come in?” She asks quietly, peering through the door to see you sat upright with one hand covering your mouth whilst the other grips the bedsheets. “Oh, babe.” She hums, walking over and sits beside you.

The two of you sit in silence for a while, allowing you time to process what just happened, the sight of their body beneath your feet, your hands coated in crimson as the flames roared through the windows, shattering in an instant. “Why is it we can never remember dreams, but we always remember our nightmares?” You think aloud into the darkness, glancing over to see it was only 1 in the morning.

“I, I don’t know.” She mutters. “Can I get you anything?”

Shaking your head, your roommate rises to her feet. “I think I’m going to get some fresh air.” You state, tearing the covers from your body as you grab your jacket, slipping it on over your pyjamas.

“Y/n, I love you but it’s 1am. It’s not exactly safe to go out.” She crosses her arms over her chest, ignoring you shrugging your shoulders in response. “At least let me come with you.”

“It’s fine, really.” You object, walking towards the front door knowing you've experienced a lot worse during the blip whilst she was absent, one of the missing. “I’ve got my phone, I’ll be back in a bit.”

Before she can say anything else, you walk out and close the door quietly behind you, craving solitude from the one place you’ll know you can get it.

Feeling the cool chill of Autumn creeping in, you tug your jacket further across your chest and bury your hands into the deep pockets. You fiddle with the remanents of tissue in the left pocket, picking it apart to suppress the memories of the nightmare that begin to plague your thoughts once more.

Your feet lead the way whilst your mind remains preoccupied, unaware of the dewy grass beneath your sneakers and the quiet conversations occurring across the park.

Sitting down, you can feel the coolness dampening your trousers, but you’re too lost to care; and seemingly too oblivious to notice the man approaching you with a deep-set frown.

“It’s not exactly wise to be out alone this late you know.” He tells you, standing a few feet away from you whilst your eyes remain locked on the trampled dandelion in front of your scuffed sneakers. “Is everything okay?”

You force yourself to nod. “Yeah, thanks.” You mutter, hearing him shuffle closer until he’s sat by your side, allowing a gap between you both as he sighs loudly. “Why’re you sitting with me? There’s an entire park for you to enjoy.” You remark, now glancing over to the stranger who notices you tense. “You’re,”

He simply nods. “Yeah.” Bucky lowers his head, knowing you’d recognise him for that reason, of course, that’s all he’s known for.

“You’re the guy from Raynor's office, right?” You finish, and Bucky lifts his head up, a genuine small smile crossing his lips as he nods.

“Yeah.” His voice is softer now, his heart rising in his chest. “I’m James.” He holds his gloved hand out, and you accept it.

“Y/n.” You shake it before hiding your hand once more into your pocket. “So, what’s wrong with you then?” You chuckle dryly. “Traumatic childhood? Oh, how about PTSD?”

Bucky shakes his head. “Something like that.” He remarks, looking up at the stars pinpricked in the sky. “So why’re you out here then?”

“I could ask you the same,” You retort, glancing over to focus on him, having only briefly noticed him the other day at the bleak office. Yet here, he seems calm, his expression is relaxed as opposed to stoic, you could even say he seems happy at a stretch. “but I won’t, ‘cause I’m not Raynor.”

“Coulda fooled me.” Bucky jokes with ease as he hears you laugh quietly. “The pyjamas really add to it I’ll admit.” He glances down, quickly noticing you rolling your eyes, but there’s only humour lining your expression, no sign of disgust.

“I, I couldn’t sleep.” You speak up, bringing your legs to your chest as you wrap your arms around them, keeping them in place. “Nightmares, you know?”

Nodding knowingly, Bucky turns his attention to the homeless man curled up on the bench, a knife catching his gaze.

“Do you wanna go for a walk? I know from experience that usually helps me clear my head.” Bucky suggests, rising to his feet as he holds his gloved hand out for you.

“And why would I do such a thing? I barely know you, James.” You remind him, looking up at his hand before lifting your eyes up to meet his.

“True,” He hums, secretly relieved that you don’t know him. “at least let me walk you home?”

Hearing the homeless man beginning to stir and muttering nonsense, you sigh before taking Bucky’s hand as he pulls you up with ease. You almost fall into his chest, but you force your hand out to rest on his shoulder to stop yourself.

“Sorry,” You mutter, focusing on how your shoes are almost touching his.

Breathing out a laugh in your hair, Bucky shrugs his shoulder. “No worries, doll.” It slips out too easily, but you don’t seem to notice as you walk alongside Bucky.

The two of you walk through the streets in comfortable silence. For once, you don’t feel obliged to talk through the short walk, that you have to somehow convince him that you’re feeling fine; because he knows how it feels.

You can mentally list over one hundred questions you could potentially ask him about his past, about the 40′s and who he once was. But you know it isn’t fair to delve into someone else’s memories, invade into something he might not fully remember. So tonight, he remains as James from Doctor Raynor's office, and you’re content with just that.

“Well, this is me.” You motion to the front door of the small apartment building, noticing your lamp is still on in your room. “Thanks again for walking me back, James.”

“Anytime.” Bucky smiles. “I guess I’ll erm,” He stumbles over his words, internally screaming at himself to just ask for your number or to take you out for coffee sometime. “I’ll see you around.” He nods, unable to form the words he wishes he could say. “Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” You smile before opening the front door, disappearing out of sight as Bucky turns on his heels, about to force himself to ask for your number.

“Next time, Buck.” He mutters to himself, knowing Raynor will give him shit for not trying hard enough when he next visits her.

*

“-stupid fucking elevator!” You groan loudly as the doors finally open and you stumble out, oblivious to Bucky exiting Raynor's office and standing in the waiting room, hearing you coming his way.

Looking around, Bucky shuffles the outdated magazines and takes a seat. He tugs on his trousers and his jacket, wishing he wore something different this morning if he knew you’d be coming today.

As you turn the corner, the anxieties slowly ease when Bucky smiles your way. “Morning.” Bucky waves, trying to hide how fast his heart is beating in his chest as you walk toward him apprehensively.

“Didn’t expect to see you here.” You state, looking at the options before you as the waiting room remains empty beside the two of you.

Yet, before you can fully run through your options on where would be best to sit, Bucky moves along on the grey sofa, allowing you room to sit beside him.

“I just, er, finished.” He mutters, unsure where to focus.

“And you decided to hang out at the happiest place on Earth for the sake of it?” You raise a brow to him.

“I was leaving, but then I heard you.” Bucky mentally applauds himself, knowing Sam would be proud once he tells him. “Not to sound creepy or anything,” He quickly adds, but you’re laughing to yourself, shaking your head happily.

“Not creepy at all, James.” You assure him, giving him a playful nudge of his arm. “So, solve any deep routed trauma today?” You joke with ease, something Bucky is secretly thankful for.

Usually, in the waiting room, there’s a man in his fifties who shakes with nerves. He’s never met Bucky’s gaze once, refuses to.

“Gettin’ there.” Bucky tells you, now turning his body toward yours as he rests his arm over the couch. “Listen, Y/n,” He starts, only to be cut off by the sound of the door opening and Doctor Raynor presenting herself.

“James? You’re still here?” The Doctor questions, clearly surprised until her eyes pan over to see you sat beside him. “Hi Y/n, come on through.” She motions and you stand up.

“Wish me luck.” You wink to Bucky, oblivious to the near heart palpitations you cause as the door closes behind you.

Averting his attention to the dusty clock, Bucky contemplates his next move. He could leave now, and simply hope he’ll see you again next time he visits. Or, he could wait for you. You could only be an hour at the most, and it isn’t Wednesday so Yori isn’t anticipating a lunch trip either.

So, Bucky leant back on the sofa, closing his eyes to stop himself from homing in on the conversation on the other side of that door.

“Well, I’ve got to say, you seem happier today.” Raynor remarks.

“I guess I am.” You honestly answer, not forcing your self-defence shield up before your eyes for the first time in a while. “I, I’ve not had a nightmare in three days.”

“And how do you feel about that?”

You breathe out a sigh. “Relieved? But I don’t know like I’ve gotten so used to reliving it, and everything that happened and now not seeing it feels,” You pause as you grab a hold of the cushion beside you. “alien.”

“That’s perfectly normal, Y/n.” Raynor assures you. “Simple things such as distractions can often cause nightmares to diminish, or perhaps new people in your lives who cause a positive influence.” She trails off, turning her head toward the closed door; motioning to the man sat in the waiting room.

“James?” You scoff lightly, trying to brush it off. However, Doctor Raynor notices you shift as you pick up the cushion, relaxing it on your lap. “No, he’s, I barely know him.” You tell her, hearing her hum in response.

“Do you know about him, though?” Raynor questions, watching as you nod slowly.

“Of course I do,” You say sadly. “I remember the news broadcasts and when the blip happened, him being among those lost.” You explain, fiddling with the hem of the cushion as a distraction.

Outside the room, Bucky can feel his heart sink. You know who he is, and what he’s done. How could he think someone like you could trust him, get to know him after his past?

“He’s changing though,” The words leave your lips quickly, and Bucky tilts his head up toward the door once more. “I, I don’t know how to explain it, but he seems like a good guy.”

Scribbling in her notepad, Doctor Raynor nods along. “I can’t comment due to patient confidentiality, Y/n.” She shrugs, looking past you and up toward the small camera hidden in the ceiling light. “But, I will say he’s mentioned you.”

A gentle laugh leaves your lips as you raise a brow. “So much for confidentiality there, Doc.” Pausing, you think back to the other night when he found you in the park and walked you home. He didn’t say much, but then again he didn’t need to. His company alone was warm, and it was since that night your nightmares stopped.

“What’re you thinking, Y/n?” Raynor tilts her head, trying to gauge your current thought process.

Glancing up, you stare blankly back at her. “What if my nightmares come back?” You sadly ask. “What if them stopping was just a temporary fix? I, I don’t want to see it anymore, I don’t want to wake up thinking my hands are coated in their blood.” Tears build up in your eyes for the first time in days, threatening to spill over like your misconstrued thoughts.

“Have you practised any of your coping methods since I last saw you?”

You pause, looking up as tears fall from your eyes. “Yeah,” You breathe out. “I went to the park, the one down the street.” You slowly explain, your ears perking up at the familiar sound of her pen against paper. “And, and James was there.”

“So, since that night, you haven’t?” Doctor Raynor trails off at the motion of your head shaking. “Alright,” She closes her notebook over and places it on the floor beside her. “Y/n, I want you to go out there, talk to James and ask him out or something.”

“I, I can’t do that.” Tensing up, you tighten your grip on the cushion that previously remained relaxed against your lap. “That’s just dumb.” You defend yourself, ignoring your heart that’s been thinking about the man since that night.

“Dumb or not, it’s worth a try.” Raynor leans back, crossing her arms having listened to an identical conversation with Bucky just over an hour before.

“Is that it then?” You ask.

“Until you have something else to tell me,” Doctor Raynor rises to her feet as she approaches the door whilst you remain seated, apprehensive to face James whenever you’ll next see him.

“Am I just meant to find him somehow?” You quietly ask in the Doctors direction, hearing the door creep open.

Unaware of the small smile crossing her lips, she glances back at you. “I’m sure you will, Y/n.” She comments, returning to her seat whilst you head to the door, slipping out without any further discussion.

Yet, as you glance up, you freeze.

“James?” Utterly perplexed, Bucky half-heartedly waves to you. “I, why’re you still here?” You step forward, only to witness Bucky stepping backwards.

“You know who I am?” Sadness drips from his words as he struggles to meet your gaze.

“James,” You speak up, but Bucky shakes his head before he brushes past you, heading toward the elevator.

Remaining glued to the spot you’re standing in, you simply watch the elevator doors open as Bucky slips inside.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Doctor Raynor sighs loudly, standing in the doorway. “Go!” Watching you walk away, a smile ghosts her lips as she reflects on the pair of you, both lost souls so close to finding a home.

Without needing to be told twice, your feet suddenly move with ease. You’re running through the bleak corridors, seeing blurs of colour crossing your peripheral vision as you reach the stairwell.

“Stupid.” Bucky mutters to himself. How could he have gotten his hopes up?

Exiting the building, Bucky takes the left turn and walks down the street, burying his gloved hands in his pockets.

“James!” You yell, puffing heavily as you slam the office doors open, looking around for any sign of him.

Upon hearing you call his name, Bucky pauses and dares to look over his shoulder to see you wiping your face. “Fuck.” You mutter, burying your face in your hands, only flinching and moving when a hand rests on your shoulder.

Looking up, those sweet blue eyes home in on yours. “Wanna go to the park?” Bucky calmly suggests, relieved when you nod and walk alongside him in silence, the only sound between you both being you sniffing and the hammering of his heart against his chest.

As the pair of you reach the large metal gate, Bucky allows you to walk ahead whilst he holds it open. Usually, you might have a joke or suave comment to make, but today you mutter a thank you before he returns to your side.

“James,”

“Y/n,”

You both pause, interrupting one another as you stop in the middle of the pathway, ignoring the laughter of children around you playing happily.

“I’m sorry,” You start the conversation whilst he remains quiet by your side. “I didn’t want to say anything or bring it up as I know what it’s like to be known by your past actions.” Furrowing your brows, you try to ignore the child screaming and crying ahead of you, watching their Mother pick them up and cradle them close in her arms.

Bucky follows your line of vision, seeing the Mother sway side to side as her child’s cries begin to subside.

“I just wanted to get to know you.” Whispering the sentence you can’t help but close your eyes as it simply hangs in front of him, unsure whether to accept or decline. “And if you don’t that’s perfectly fine, I’ll just walk back that way and, and you can go that way.” Opening your eyes, you point in two differing directions.

And to your surprise, Bucky breathes out a laugh at your crossed arms. “I, I’d like to get to know you too, Y/n.” He smiles, mentally repeating everything he’s talked about with Doctor Raynor. “I’m no longer the Winter Soldier, my name is James Barnes.” He mutters to himself, aware of your eyes on him as you kick some stones beneath your feet, scuffing the white of your sneakers.

“I’m not a killer anymore. I’m not a monster, nor an agent.” You breathe out, listening to Bucky shifting beside you. “I’m just me,” Looking up, you shyly smile at him as he mirrors your reaction. “just Y/n.”

Holding his hand out, you notice his glove is gone. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/n.”

With brief hesitancy, you accept his hand, revelling in the warmth as it weaves through your skin, causing goosebumps to ignite. “It’s lovely to meet you too, James.”

Lowering your hand, you don’t notice that it still remains in his as you both walk through the park. There’s a lot to be uncovered from you both, but maybe, just maybe doing it together won’t be so bad.

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[wheeier]

no taking back

summary: it was only fun and games. but steve had other plans.

warnings: modern au, tooth-rotting fluff i guess, little but of swearing

+ olivia rodrigo’s sour album (stream besties), the movie tangled at the end because it just radiates as a comfort movie

yes a modern au !!! i just saw this on tiktok (the sour part, but the rest was my idea!) and thought it was so cute so it gave me an idea to make it as a fic, enjoy !!!

steve harrington x fem!reader

olivia rodrigo’s new album just released and you were thrilled to listen to it and stream it the whole day.

when you finally got to listen to it, you asked your friends—robin, nancy, and the party, if they listened to it and which ones were their favorites.

robin told you that her top three were hope ur ok, jealousy, jealousy, and brutal.

nancy said she really loved favorite crime.

max said hers was also brutal.

el told you that she played good 4 u and traitor on repeat that hopper had to go into her room to turn it down.

when mike comes over to the cabin he can assure that el does indeed play them on repeat and get pissy about it (but he secretly loves the album, but he wouldn’t let her or anyone know that).

and lastly lucas and dustin are fans of deja vu and 1 step forward 3 steps back. max even told you that they would sing the bridge of deja vu on the top of their lungs.

you slightly laughed at the memory of them telling you about it.

however, there’s one more person that you haven’t talked to about it yet.

steve.

your smile faltered and faded when he came across in your mind.

your feelings for him had deepened over the time and listening to the sour album made it feel like you two had broken up, which in fact, is not true because you were never together in the first place.

suddenly, an idea popped in your head. instead of being sad about steve, you thought about texting him, although it’s almost 1AM, you knew he’d still be up.

Sailor Man

You: hey

You: u up?

Sailor Man: duh

Sailor Man: this has been our nightly routine u always bother me when i’m about to go to sleep

You: fuck off

You: don’t pretend that you’re not binge watching outer banks until 4am

Sailor Man: i’m not?!?

You: yeah right

You: anyways

You: can u do me a favor

Sailor Man: will i get free pizza afterwards

You: no

Sailor Man: k

You: what the fuck

You: fine

Sailor Man: hehe

Sailor Man: what’s the favor ;)

You: dont get me started with that winky face i swear ure so dead when i see you at the wheeler’s house tomorrow

You: have you listened to olivia rodrigo’s new album

Sailor Man: ohh the bitter album?

You: ITS SOUR DUMBASS

Sailor Man: I DONT KNOW?!?

You: I CANT DO THIS HJAGSK

Sailor Man: shut up

Sailor Man: i’ve heard some of the songs but i haven’t fully listened to them

Sailor Man: why

You: can you like

You: ask me to be ur girlfriend then break up with me right after so i can experience and actually feel the whole sour album

Sailor Man: what

You: just do it !!

Sailor Man: you’re so funny (y/n/n)

Sailor Man: okay

Sailor Man: will you be my girlfriend?

You: yes !!!

You: ...

You: hello

You: dont tell me u fell asleep

Sailor Man: i’m not doing the last part you might as well forget about it

You: wjat

Sailor Man: :D

You: wtf

You: okay steve cut it out i’m not doing this anymore u’re not funny

Sailor Man: nope

Sailor Man: go to sleep we’re dating now that’s how this works

Sailor Man: okay i dont know if you’re still reading this now and i am terrified to say this to you in person like TERRIFIED. might piss my pants if i did. so (y/n/n), my favorite dumbass, my favorite person to talk to at night even if it interrupts my binge watching marathon, you make me so happy to the point that even when i sleep you’re still in my dreams. i like you. i have like the biggest fattest crush on you. and thank you for doing that sour album thing or whatever, because of that i get to finally ask you out

you rolled on your back after you read the message, facing the ceiling as your mind processed what just happened. was he playing with you? was he actually serious about asking you out?

Incoming video call...

Sailor Man

you took a deep breath before tapping the green button and placing it back down on the bed.

“hey,” you can tell that he was tired based on his voice. “can you show your face, please? i miss you.”

ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you hesitantly lifted the phone and shifted your position to lay on your side. “hey.”

“hey yourself.” steve grins. that stupid grin that makes your stomach turn, that grin you always want to see everyday.

“what’s..up?” you avoided looking at him and started to admire your surroundings and the posters placed on your wall. this was the only time you were glad you weren’t with him in person.

“i just wanted to see if you’re okay.” of course he will ask that. he's steve. he cares about other more than himself.

“i am, thanks.” you showed a smile that doesn't reach your ears and steve knew something was bothering you. “hey, look. i'm sorry about my confession- if it made you uncomfortable i'm sorry-”

“no,” you cut him off, looking back at his face on the screen. “i’m fine, really. you don't have to apologize. i was just, surprised.”

there was silence between the two of you for a few seconds, before you spoke again. “did you mean it?” you voice was only above whisper but steve managed to hear them. “of course,” he answered almost too quick, without any hesitation. “i've been trying to find the perfect opportunity and had been asking god for signs because i can't make a move myself-”

“asking god?” you chuckled and steve smiled hearing them, glad that he somehow lightened the mood. “well, more like begging.” he continues and you giggled.

once your laughter died you both fell into silence again. you still couldn’t believe that out of a fun joke, it would turn into a whole another situation. “so, um.. just so you know, i’m not mad, or upset, or anything. i really was just surprised. it felt like a dream because i didn’t know that you like me back and all i did was just supposed to be a fun joke but—”

“hold on, back?”

“what?”

“like you back. you said i like you back.” steve sat up on his bed and fixed his hair as his eyes widened. “i did...” you said slowly, not catching up.

“does that mean you..”

then it hit you. “oh, right. yeah. i- i like you..too.” you waited for his reaction and once you saw him smile you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same.

“i knew it. and well, i guess that confirms it. we’re dating now. no taking back.” he smirks then laughs when your rolled your eyes. “don’t flatter yourself, harrington. i did not say shit.” you pointed your index finger on the screen, barely containing your giggles.

“based on your beautiful smile i think you don’t need to say it. i like you, and you like me. we’re dating.” steve gives you a teasing smile. you tried keeping your serious face but it won’t last longer so you finally smiled again. “alright, fine. no taking backs. we’re dating.” you said then laughed as he whisper-yelled ‘yes!’ while fist pumping the air.

he soon joined your laughter and you stayed like that until your jaw was pretty much in pain because of your smiles. when it was all quiet again, you both just admired each other’s presence through the screens of your phones. “i wish i was there with you.” he mumbles. “yeah, me too.” you hugged your cold pillow beside you, closing your eyes for a moment and imagining it as steve.

“are your parents home?”

you snorted at his random question. “i’m actually alone right now, they’re out because dad got promoted at his work so he and mom and i think a few friends went out to celebrate. they should be home by an hour or two. why?”

“nothing.” was all he said before hanging up. you were left confused but then he’s your best friend after all, so you knew right then and there that he’ll do something stupid. after you turned your phone off you suddenly felt watching a movie so you went to the kitchen to make some popcorn.

when it was finished and had been put in a bowl, that’s when you heard your doorbell rang—in a pattern which you recognize, and only one person does that.

you let out a quiet laugh when you realized who it was and set the bowl on the counter before opening the door.

“hi!” steve greeted you with a smile. “uh, hi?” you laughed nervously and stepped aside for him to go in. “i smell popcorn, are we having a movie night?” he says as he steps inside and shrugged off his jacket. “actually yeah, i’m planning on watching—”

“tangled.” he finishes off, you subconsciously smiled upon hearing your favorite movie. “how’d you know?”

steve snatches a few popcorns from the bowl as you both arrived in the kitchen. “(y/n), you have watched that movie 7 times this week and always gush to me about it.”

“well, you’re the only one that is around my age that i can talk to with that movie. robin and nancy aren’t that into it.” you replied, grabbing the bowl and making your way back to your bedroom, steve following your heels. “and you think i’m the best option to talk to about that?” he asks, plopping down on your bed and resting his back on the headboard.

“you’re not complaining.” you shrugged as you grabbed your laptop and sat beside steve.

“yeah, probably because i like you.” it came out of his mouth casually. you froze in place and felt your cheeks heat up, finally nodding your head slowly, “..probably.” as you typed in the movie in your laptop you felt steve scoot closer, making your breath hitch.

you were both in a comfortable silence while watching the movie, except for a few jokes and comments that steve makes and him explaining how similar he was to flynn rider.

“you know, since i’m eugene, you could be rapunzel.” he suddenly says. you eyes were still on the screen but your eyebrows furrowed. “why? i’m nothing like her.”

finally looking at steve, you almost screamed how he was already looking at you. “oh, you are so rapunzel. you may not have the longest hair in the world, but you are pretty much similar.” he replies, smiling and not taking his eyes off of you.

you paused the movie and shifted your body towards him, intrigued by his explaination. “how so?”

“well, first off,” steve starts, resting his hands on the soft mattress. “you’re both sweet, you’re both a huge ray of sunshine, have gorgeous eyes and smile, and eugene is head over heels over you — and since he doesn’t exist in real life, i’d like to be the substitute.” he finished with a confident smile.

after about three seconds, you burst out of laughter. you laughed. as much as he loves the sound of your laugh, he can’t help but pout. “(y/n), i’m trying to be sweet here!”

“i’m sorry!- it’s just- i can’t help but laugh at your flirting.” you managed to say between your laughs. you know he’s kidding but he looked at you like he was offended.

your laughter died down and held steve’s face. “it’s cute, sorry.” you mumble with a little laugh. when he finally smiled you turned to your laptop and continued the movie.

steve gazes at you for a few more seconds before watching the movie with you again. “thank you.” you whisper, glancing at him.

“you’re very much welcome, my rapunzel.” he says smiling before he slides a bit down on the bed so his head could reach your shoulder and rests it there.

you giggled as you heard him whisper,

“thank you, olivia rodrigo.”

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