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[ellemj]

Breathe: Part 2 (Final Part)

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Two-Part Fic

Read Part 1 here.

Summary: Bucky shows you what it's like to not be able to breathe. It's how you make him feel every time you risk your life, after all, it's only fair for you to feel the same way for once.

Warnings: profanity, enemies to lovers type vibe, oral sex (male receiving), maybe breath play??, dirty talk, fingering, mutual pining.

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: I've been super busy over the last few weeks and truly haven't had the time to write, even when I've had the motivation to. With the things I've experienced this month I'm honestly on the brink of branching into writing angst. To briefly trauma dump, having someone scream and beg you to save a life that is hours beyond saving can really push a girl to write angst. Anyway, I should be able to write a lot more in the coming weeks and I'm excited to interact with you all again.

            If Bucky was thinking straight, he wouldn’t have the image of his flesh hand fisted in your hair flashing through his mind right now.  He wouldn’t be thinking about kissing and sucking along the side of your neck as your hands work to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants. If he was thinking straight, he sure as hell wouldn’t be about to give you exactly what you asked for.

            Show me what it’s like.

            What what’s like?

            Not being able to breathe.

            The tense exchange is on replay in his head as he looks at you with a hardened gaze. The tip of your index finger grazes over the skin of his lower stomach, just above his belt, as you stare back at him. Why did you ask for it? He can’t help but wonder within himself, why did you ask for some filthy variation of his cock in your mouth? Does it have anything to do with him? Or is he simply the only one around to give you one last adrenaline rush before you’re benched indefinitely? Does he even care?

            Your fingertips slip more fully under the hem of his shirt and you trace one of his v-lines with the same finger that was previously lingering along his belt. Bucky takes a deep, steady breath as another image flashes through his mind. He imagines his hand tangled in your hair as you hollow your cheeks and take every fucking inch of his cock into your goddamn mouth. In this moment, he doesn’t care if you’re only willing to suck his dick in want of an adrenaline rush or whatever the fuck else is driving you right now. All he cares about is showing you how you make him feel every single time you rush out into the field, ready to get yourself killed. All he cares about is showing you what it’s like when your lungs are starved of air and you can’t catch a full breath. He’s going to fucking show you.

            “Take it off.” Bucky’s voice comes out low and commanding in a way that has tingles running down your spine in an instant. As bold as you felt when you asked him what you asked him just a moment earlier, you find yourself suddenly unsure.

            “What?” Your hand falters against his skin. Does he want your hand off? Bucky senses your hesitation and his flesh hand quickly finds yours and guides it back down to the buckle of his belt.

            “My belt. Take it off.” Again, your hand falters. Bucky isn’t thinking at all when he lifts his own hand and lets his palm conform to the curve of your jaw, when his thumb gently brushes over your cheek. He has every ounce of your attention now. Your hands start working on autopilot, pulling the end of his belt through its loop and undoing the buckle with ease. Bucky’s thumb continues circling against your cheek, his eyes lingering on your face as you undo the button of his pants and grasp the zipper between your thumb and forefinger. “You listen so well when your life isn’t on the line.” He says, almost disappointedly. But then again, if you listened to orders in the field like everyone else, the two of you probably wouldn’t be where you are right now. When you start to tug his zipper down, he quickly places a hand over the back of yours and stops you.

            Your fucking eyes. The way you’re looking at him right now, with that damn innocent look in your eye like you’ve never touched a man’s zipper before, is doing unholy things to him. Bucky can feel his cock hardening to an uncomfortable degree, and he knows you can feel it too with where your hand is resting right now.

            “Maybe you should take advantage of that.” You whisper softly. Bucky narrows his eyes at you.

            “Of what?”

            “How well I listen when my life isn’t on the line.” A small smile plays on your lips and Bucky finds it simultaneously infuriating and undeniably attractive. His eyes coast away from your face and down your arm, all the way to where your hand rests beneath his on his zipper. He catches sight of the hair tie you removed from your hair earlier still tight around your wrist. Letting his hand fall away from yours, his signature smirk takes over his features.

            “Tie your hair back.”

            You never knew Bucky Barnes held so much power over you.

            He can’t stop staring at you, studying you as you do exactly what he asked. As you tie your hair back, he can feel the tension growing all around him. He takes it on himself to pull the zipper of his jeans down, but he doesn’t dare to do any more than that. He wants you to do it yourself. He wants to see your hands, that are so small in comparison to his own, doing everything he tells them to.  Bucky’s eyes fixate on the skin of your neck, and though he has a plan in mind that doesn’t involve his mouth on you, he can’t help it. In an instant, his flesh hand tangles in the hair that you’ve just tied back and he’s pulling you closer. Every soft drag of his lips against your skin sends more and more heat straight to your core. His tongue darts out from between his lips and wets your skin before he dares to let his teeth join the equation. The first mark he leaves on you draws a sharp gasp from you. The second mark earns him an irresistible whimper. But the third? With the third mark to your neck, you moan his fucking name.

            When Bucky lets go of his grip on your hair and moves his seat away from the steering wheel just a moment after the first moan that he heard fall from your lips, you both know you’ve reached a place of no return. When you tug his jeans down a little further and slide one hand into the front of his boxers, something in the air snaps. Your hand wraps around his length, barely able to contain the entirety of his girth, and his head falls back against the headrest of his seat.

            “Shit.”  The hushed profanity tumbles past his lips as if he didn’t even mean to let it out. Without freeing him from the confines of his boxers, you give his length one stroke. Fuck. He’s big. He’s so big that you think you might’ve underestimated just how easy it would be for him to show you what it’s like to not be able to breathe. You stroke him from base to tip again and feel his precum gathering against your palm. When you do it a third time, his head snaps forward and you feel his hand in your hair again, tugging your head back so you’re forced to look him in the eye. “I can’t fucking stand you.” He says pointedly as your hand continues to move at a torturously slow pace along his shaft. You circle your thumb around the head of his cock and feel him shudder in his seat.

            “I can’t fucking stand you either.”

            “Then why the hell is your hand on my cock?” He taunts as his stare pierces somewhere deep within you. You say nothing in response, but you stroke his length from base to tip again, slower this time. “You can’t stand me but you’re going to suck my dick, aren’t you?”

            Bucky notices the way your grip around him falters, the way you squeeze him a little tighter before your hand slightly loosens around his shaft. He can fucking smell your arousal soaking into your panties. He’s a pleasantly surprised when you decide to take initiative and tug the waistband of his boxers down enough to free his cock. It springs up against his lower stomach and you watch in awe as he pulls his shirt up enough to showcase his toned abs and keep precum from wetting the fabric.

            “Oh my god.” You breathe the words out slowly as your eyes take in the reality before you. Just like you thought, he’s big. You could tell when you had your hand on it, but seeing it right in front of you? Even in the dim light of the supermarket parking lot, you can tell you might be in over your head. While you’re thinking you might be in over your head, Bucky’s thinking about how he’s going to enjoy holding your head down.

---

            “That’s it, take another deep breath for me.” Bucky says, smoothing back your hair as he memorizes every single inch of your flushed face. You wet your bottom lip with your tongue and maintain eye contact with him as you do just that. You inhale a deep, steady breath just as he guides your head down again. His thick cock slides between your parted lips, glides over your tongue, and nudges against the back of your throat for the third time. “Fuck, just like that.” You still have a couple of inches left to take but you resist, your eyes fluttering closed as you gag around his length. Who would’ve thought choking on Bucky Barnes’ dick would be so fucking pleasurable? “All of it.” Bucky says lowly, pushing your head down enough to make you take the last two inches. He bottoms out in your mouth and a groan is ripped from his chest, making his shaft vibrate against your tongue. You moan around him and he suddenly curls his fingers into your hair and pulls you back. You’re ready for him to say something infuriating, something that’ll make you want to punch out his perfect teeth but deepthroat him all at the same time. It’s what he does best honestly.

            “If you keep pulling me back, we’re going to be here all night.” Even with the taste of his precum on your tongue and his hand fisted in your hair, you’re talking shit. Bucky studies you with a menacing gaze, his eyes traveling over the features of your face slowly as he chooses his words carefully.

            “I told you that I can’t fucking breathe when you do stupid shit, and you asked me to show you what that feels like.” He reminds you, narrowing his eyes. You nod in response. “Squeeze my thigh if you can’t handle it.” Before you’ve even processed the instructions, Bucky’s pushing your head down again and forcing his cock into your mouth. This time, he’s forceful and needy with it. He’s doing exactly what he said and showing you what it’s like to not be able to breathe.

            Up and down Bucky drags your head by his grip on your hair. Up and down along the length of his sizable cock, reveling in the feel of your tongue against his shaft and your throat tightening around whatever he gives it. Your lungs are burning. Your eyes are watering.

            “You feel that? That burning in your chest?” He asks, pushing your head down again and holding it still this time. “That’s how I feel every time you try to do shit on your own, every time you risk your life for no goddamn reason.” He holds you there for another second, until he feels a tear drip onto his upper thigh. When he lets you up for air this time, the look on his face is a mix of lustful and gentleness. He wipes your watering eyes with the pad of his thumb, admiring the fucked-out look on your face as you fight to catch your breath. “You take me so well.” Bucky coos. At this point you might as well not even be wearing any panties, because you can feel your wetness soaking through to your jeans.

            When you’ve just nearly caught your breath, Bucky gives you a small nod before guiding you down again, gentler this time.

            “Your head is spinning, isn’t it? The lack of oxygen makes it hard to think straight.” He’s right. All you can focus on is the wetness between your legs and the way the head of his cock keeps triggering your gag reflex in an unexpectedly enjoyable way. Does he know you’re enjoying this every bit as much as he is? Does he know that you’re wishing he’d done this to you when you were on your knees in that upstairs office earlier? As your head spins and the taste of his still-dripping precum lingers in your mouth, you imagine what it might’ve been like if those men had busted into the room when you were on your knees for the man with the vibranium arm. You squeeze your thighs together and surprise both yourself and Bucky when you nudge your head forward, letting your nose brush against his thigh as you take impossibly more of him into your throat. Bucky lets out a guttural groan and presses his head back into the headrest once more as he fights to maintain control over the situation. He’s just about to let you up for air when he hears a strangled whimper and then feels your body shaking over his lap. He’s quick to take his hand off of your head, thinking you’ve fully run out of breath, but you don’t sit up like he’s expecting. Instead, you start bobbing your head up and down, sucking his dick like it’s all you’ve ever wanted to do. “Shit, baby.” Baby? You’re deepthroating him of your own volition now, taking in as much of his length as you can and then backing off, doing that over and over again as he trembles in his seat. “You’re gonna make me cum if you don’t let up, shit.” He groans, cautiously letting his hand rest on the back of your head again.

            Bucky isn’t the one starved of oxygen and yet he finds himself unable to think straight. He doesn’t realize he’s tugging the tie out of your hair until it’s done. He doesn’t even realize he’s sliding your hair tie over his own wrist, his subconscious mind planning to keep it as a souvenir. What he does realize, is that you’re as close to your own orgasm as he is. It’s why he doesn’t think twice about sliding his flesh hand from your head, down your spine, and into the waistband of the back of your jeans. His touch doesn’t surprise you, but it spurs you on. His fingers dance over the wet fabric of your panties, testing the waters as you suck his dick with a newfound fervency. When he pushes the pointless fabric to the side and plunges a single finger into your cunt without warning, you take as much of his length into your mouth as you can and then you fucking swallow around him.

            “Fuck, you like sucking my dick, don’t you? Look at you swallowing my cock, taking all of it so easily.”

            Bucky adds a second finger to your dripping cunt, sliding them in to the hilt as you clench around him. When you moan around his cock, he can’t stand it anymore. He’s quick to pull his fingers out of you and grip your hair tightly, pulling you off of his cock. You take a deep breath, hating that he stopped you but thankful for the chance to breathe normally for a second.

            “When you moan like that…fuck. I almost—”

            “How am I supposed to swallow your cum if you keep fucking pulling me off?” You ask, your annoyance evident in your tone. Bucky’s eyes widen but his grip on your hair remains the same.

            “Is that what you want to do? Swallow my cum?”

            “Bucky…” You let his name roll off of your tongue in a whisper as you lean in close to his face and wrap one hand around his throbbing hard-on. “Let me swallow.”

---

            All Bucky can think about is the way you kissed him. The way you swallowed every drop of cum he spilled into your mouth and then sat up and pressed your lips to his, the way you dragged the tip of your tongue over his bottom lip before sinking back into the passenger seat has been burned in his brain for the last three days. For the last three fucking days.

            He stands with his back against the cool metal of the elevator wall, staring down at the black hair tie on his wrist. He hasn’t taken it off once, he can’t.

            You sit in front of your vanity, running your fingers over the fading marks on your neck. Is it wrong to wish he’d left you with some kind of permanent reminder of that night in the car? Is it wrong to hate that the marks he left will be gone soon?

---

            You were supposed to be meeting with Fury. You assumed that meant Fury alone, until you found yourself seated right across from Bucky Barnes. You’re two feet away from the man that had his fingers inside of you three days ago, two feet away from the man whose cum you swallowed like it was a cold drink of water on a hot summer’s day. You hadn’t expected to interact with him again after that night. You were benched, after all, your partnership indefinitely suspended with you being taken out of the field.

            When Fury walks in moments later, breaking the thick tension that was beginning to suffocate you both, what he says changes the dynamic entirely.

            Not only is he putting you back in the field, but he expects you and Bucky to spend a week undercover in the lowest place on Earth: Madripoor. A week together.

            When Fury leaves the two of you sitting in the conference room, the tension returns at full strength, swirling around the room and threatening to suck the air out of your lungs. It comes to a head when Bucky’s about to speak, about to say anything he can think of to break through the thick cloud in the atmosphere. He leans forward and rests his arms on the table, opening his mouth to say something, and that’s when you see it. Your hair tie from that night, wrapped around his wrist. His eyes follow the line of your gaze until you’re both looking at the seemingly insignificant piece of elastic.  

            But it isn’t insignificant.

            Bucky Barnes is wearing your hair tie on his wrist, and he has been for three days now.

            When your eyes meet again, that familiar warmth begins to build low in your stomach.

            Tie your hair back.

            He’d said it so authoritatively and you’d listened so willingly. Neither of you is aware that the other is thinking about the same thing.

            The next time Bucky wants your mouth around his cock, he’ll be tying your hair back himself.

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[shoddynomenclature]

Companions React to Reader Sitting on Their Lap

It’s another pretty short one this week, as I’ve had terrible Minthara brainrot and I’ve been able to write nothing but filthy smut 😔

Anyway, this one is some family friendly head canons about the ladies with a bonus Dame Aylin and Isobel!

Shadowheart

Shadowheart doesn’t say anything at first, but you do notice her skin get slightly redder, and you watch a tiny smirk grow across her face.

She’s not typically one for public displays of affection, but something about lap sitting is different.

It’s like affection with plausible deniability. What else was I supposed to do? Sit on the floor?

After you’ve done it once, Shadowheart considers the barrier broken and takes every opportunity to sit on your lap.

Sometimes you think she must have a sixth sense that tells her when you sit down, because she simply appears on your lap.

If you cross your legs or do anything else to prevent her sitting in your lap, she gives you a little cough to let you know you should remedy that as soon as possible.

Depending on who’s around, she’ll sometimes lean back against you, pressing her whole body to yours.

She likes it when you wrap your arms around her and rest your head on her shoulder.

While she prefers to be the one sitting on your lap, she’s still more than happy to let you sit on hers.

Lae’zel

The first time you try sitting on her lap, she pushes you off. Why are you sitting on top of her? Weirdo. You roll your eyes and sit on the ground.

But then she decides that it’s weirder you’re sitting on the ground so she gives you her seat.

But then she doesn’t want to stand anymore. Tsk’va. Whatever. Guess she’s gonna have to sit on you.

Lae’zel only ever sits on your lap, never the other way around. She oddly never picks up on any of the possible implications of that.

If anyone calls Lae’zel a bottom she’s gonna throw hands.

She doesn’t lay up against you or anything. To her this move is strictly practical, or at least she acts like it is.

You let her have it. As far as you’re concerned, you have a lovely girlfriend on your lap so you’re not going to complain.

Karlach

The first time you nonchalantly sit down in Karlach’s lap, she’s so chill and unfazed.

At least, that’s the vibe she’s trying to give off. She can be cool about this. So cool.

It’s less than a minute before her body starts to betray her. Her legs bounce up and down excitedly under you. As soon as you turn to face her, her stoic expression cracks into one of pure delight.

After that, Karlach pulls so many tricks to ask you to sit in her lap without actually having to ask.

Oh no! There’s no more chairs! Wherever will you sit? Looks like it’ll just have to be in her lap again. Ignore those broken chairs hidden in the corner, this isn’t about them.

You catch on pretty fast. Only so many chairs can disappear before things start to get suspicious.

You sit yourself on Karlach’s lap, watching the goofy smile grow across her face. “You know you can just ask, right?”

Her skin flushes and she buries her face in your neck. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Unfortunately, she’ll never sit on your lap because she’s too afraid to crush you. Even if you’re bigger than her. You’re too precious to risk it.

Minthara

Minthara is always taking up as much space as she desires in any given situation, so it’s not uncommon that she takes up the space of more than one person.

Luckily she’s always got a place for you to sit, whether that be in between her legs or on them.

She’s never bashful about pulling you into her lap, even when there people are around.

If anything, an audience actually encourages her. You are hers, and that is most clear to everyone when you’re perched on her thigh.

Other times she will be slightly more subtle, tapping her inner thigh in a silent invitation, queuing you to join her.

There are very few scenarios in which Minthara will sit on your lap though. At least, in public.

If you try to get her to sit, she’ll shoot you an “I know that you know this isn’t how this works” look, leaving you to let her take your seat and take your position on her lap.

Jaheira

It really depends on the day with Jaheira.

Most days she going to tell you to get an extra chair. There is no need for you to be sitting in her lap right now.

Sometimes, even if there is no extra chair she would have you sit at her feet in front of her before she let you into her lap.

But on those particularly long and hard days, when you come back looking exhausted and beat, she will allow for some extra tenderness.

She’ll gently guide your head to rest on her shoulder or against her chest and stroke your hair.

If you’re in a more comfortable space she will even slide her hand up under your shirt to rub your back.

More often than not, you fall asleep almost instantly, even if everyone around you is still making a ruckus.

She’s still not going to carry you to bed though. You can walk yourself there.

Dame Aylin x Isobel

Isobel is a princess and Dame Aylin is her throne. It’s more common than not the Isobel is on Aylin’s lap.

For Aylin, it’s like displaying a beautiful trophy. She needs everyone to look at her beautiful girlfriend right now.

The notion makes Isobel blush, but she’s just as proud to have Aylin as Aylin is to have her, so she’ll allow it.

Aylin doesn’t sit on Isobel’s lap, nor would she ever allow her to give up her seat, but Aylin will sit at her feet and gaze up at her with awe and wonder while Isobel smiles down at her and runs her hands through the aasimar’s hair.

And Selune forbid there’s no place for Isobel to sit. Aylin would sooner get down on one knee and let Isobel sit on her leg than leave a tired Isobel to stand.

Aylin’s shoulders are also an acceptable option. She can hoist Isobel up there with ease. She’ll never have to walk for any longer than she wishes.

Granted, it makes them like 10 feet tall, so there’s only a few places it’s applicable before Isobel has to be on alert for low hanging obstacles.

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[causeilikelix]

new to the blog but abt those felix throughts 😍😍 felix whos so tired of the members calling him innocent and babying him. yea its nice from time to time but hes a grown man ! so he goes 100% hard dom on you just so your moans can be heard in the dorm 🫣 also he would totally cover you in bite marks and hickeys just so he can get his point across to his group 💕

now THAT's what I'm taking about skhsfdlkfjsdlkfj

Like we all know that Felix is a lil guy with too much love in his body but soft =/= sub. He's a man very comfortable in his identity and the power he holds over you. Felix just wants to make his baby feel good but he also wants to prove a point...

Smut and warnings below the cut. MINORS DNI!!!!!!

↳  Words - 2.7k (and some change)

↳Warnings: SMUT duh, Soft!Dom Felix (I'm still getting used to writing Hard!Dom anyone) and a tough of Hard!Dom Lix at the end, afab!reader, relatively vanilla, fingering (f receiving), P in V, unprotected sex (don't), multiple orgasms, exhibitionism?, hickeys

You loved his innocent vibe!  You really did!  His angelic smile and his sweet words and actions is what drew you to him in the first place.  He was nothing but romantic and sweet all the time.  The best communicator, respectful of your boundaries, always treated you like a princess.  Honestly everyone needs their own personal Felix!!

But he’s tired.  He can’t help it.  All of his friends baby him so much!  Like Changbin said himself, Felix is happiness personified!  But enough is enough.  His sweet exterior is giving him a reputation he doesn’t want.  When his friends talk about their sex lives, they always make these jokes that Felix must be a little pillow prince who takes what he’s given and lets his partner take the lead.  In fact, his friends bet, he’s as innocent as can be and maybe you and him don’t even have sex at all!

He’s still grumbly about it when you get to the dorm one night, just to spend a little time together in between schedules.  He greets you with his normal warm hug and a sweet peck but you can sense something is off.  

Initially you stay in the living room to continue watching the movie the other guys are watching.  It’s some action film you couldn’t give two shits about.  Your legs are swung over Felix’s lap and he’s gently massaging your calves and thighs while he stares at the screen.  You can hear a few of the other guys snickering but you can’t make out what they’re saying.  When you glance at Felix, his eyebrows are furrowed and his jaw is set.  Honestly it’s kind of hot and makes heat pool between your legs.  Let’s be honest though…. It’s Felix.  Almost everything he does can get you wet.

The boys laugh again and you note that it’s during a not particularly funny part of the movie.  This is where Felix breaks.  He pushes your legs off him and grabs your hand.

“Come on, babe, this isn’t very interesting.  Let’s go to my room.”  Felix whispered to you, his lips grazing the shell of your ear. 

Your body immediately went hot and you had a feeling you knew what was on his mind.  He dragged you to his room and tossed the door shut behind him. 

His hands were cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss before the latch had fully closed.  You could simply melt into his kisses.  They always were deep and full of every ounce of love in his body.  Tonight, however, his lips were urgent and demanding. 

“I need you baby, please.”  He whispered against your mouth.  The need to show his friends that he wasn’t a little boy anymore coursed through him, but he would stop if you gave the word.

“Lix, I need you too.”  You managed out between kisses, “But what about the guys?  They’re right outside and-”

“Remember what we talked about last month?”  Felix kissed down your neck and pushed you back towards the bed. 

How could you forget?  Most of the time you and Felix had sex it was very mutual.  You didn’t do a whole lot of powerplay.  Maybe a sprinkling here and there when the situation was right, but Felix loved it when sex was a mutual expression of love.  A few weeks ago he asked you about exploring power play a little more and maybe experimenting with some kinks.  One of them was being listened to.  Not necessarily the real thing, but pretending like someone could walk in on you at any moment. 

With the boys right down the hall, that one held more risk than normal. 

“You wanna try it?”  You asked.  The back of your knees caught on the edge of the bed and you sat down.  Felix weaved his fingers through your hair and bent down to kiss you.  You parted your knees instinctively and Felix settled between them. 

With him above you like this, you felt small under him.  The thrill it gave you made your heart speed up.  You gripped his slim waist to pull him closer. 

“I want them to hear you while I fuck you dumb,” Felix’s voice dropped and octave.  It sent a shiver down your spine.  You always loved it when he got like this.  When he got too horny, his voice dropped and it made you wet in an instant.

Felix’s hands made quick work of your clothes.  He wasted no time in getting you naked, leaving your top and jeans in a pile on the floor.  Even though you hadn’t expected to have sex on this visit, you still wore one of your cuter underwear sets.   Baby pink with a little bit of lace at the top of the cups of the bra and the top of the panties, made even more innocent by a tiny rose in the center of both pieces. 

Felix swallowed thickly at the sight.  

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”  Felix whispered.  He maneuvered you onto the bed and hovered over you.  You clawed at his shirt, urging him to take it off.  He smirked and tugged it off.  “Just say the word and I’ll stop, okay?  Until then you're going to let me do whatever I want with you, right baby?”

“Yes, baby.”  You nodded in understanding.

You groaned at the sight of his chiseled chest.  Those gorgeous, defined ab muscles and his perfect little pink nipples made your mouth water.  Everything about him was beautiful from his head to his toes.  Not to mention his cock.  Speaking of, you wanted to see it immediately.  You tried to reach for his pants but he grabbed your wrists and shoved you back against the bed. 

“No touching without permission, got it baby?”  He cooed, “I wouldn’t want to have to punish you.  I bet you’re already wet, aren’t you?  It doesn’t take much to get my baby worked up.”

Felix slipped his hand into your underwear and seemed unfazed by the amount of slick in your panties.  To be honest, you thought that there should have been more.  The sudden show of power had your cunt gushing and clenching around nothing and you needed him inside you, um, yesterday. 

“Felix, please!”  You cried, pushing your hips up into his hand.  His digits rubbed small, slow circles on your clit.  Just enough to feel good but not enough to actually get anywhere. 

“What do you want, baby?  Good girls use their words.”  Felix chided, his fingers slipping lower to tap against your entrance but not going in. 

“I want you to touch me!  Please!”  You kept your voice quiet so that no one outside the door could hear you, but that wasn’t what Felix wanted. 

“You want me to touch you?  Alright, baby, I’m feeling nice today.”  Felix kept his eyes on your face as he slipped two of his fingers into your tight hole with basically no resistance.  He watched as your face screwed up in pleasure and your lips parted in a silent moan.  “Come on you can do better than that.”

With that, Felix pumped his fingers into you.  Quick thrusts wouldn’t get him where he wanted to go so he opted for long, deep strokes that pressed the pads of his fingers onto that special spot he’d found a few weeks ago.  The ball of his hand pressed deliciously against your clit with every thrust.  You swallowed a moan and turned your head to press your face into your arm to help silence yourself. 

At this, Felix threw three quick thrusts of his fingers into you.

“Uh uh,” he chided, “I want to hear those beautiful noises of yours, baby.  Let me know how good I’m making you feel, yeah?”

He pressed a few more deep and precise thrusts into you and this time you complied with a long, drawn out moan.  Felix grinned.  He continued like this for a few minutes, pressing his fingers in as deep as possible.  He resorted to pressing his hand against your clit and his fingers massaging that spot within you. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight.  You’re drenching my fingers already.  I can’t wait until you cream my cock, baby.  Keep moaning, just like that.”

He has you clenching and cumming on his fingers in seconds.  It’s almost embarrassing how quickly he gets your thighs shaking.  You’re moaning so loudly that you’re certain that the others can hear you.  Felix smiles through the whole thing.  His eyes are dark as he watches you cum just from his fingers. 

“Good girl, there it is.  Let’s see if you can take my cock, yeah?”

“Please.”  You moan loudly. 

Felix pulls his fingers out of you and you whine at the loss.  He pulls your panties down your legs and tosses them somewhere in the room.  Next he strips from the rest of his clothes and his cock slaps against his stomach.  Precum pearled at his tip and your mouth watered.  You longed to take him in your mouth and suck him until he came but he had other plans.

“Hands and knees.  Now.”  Felix demands.  He pumps his cock a few times to make sure he’s hard enough.  How could he not be, though, as he watches you climb onto your hands and knees and present your ass and your glistening hole to him.  He leans over you and brushes his cock along your swollen folds.  “Good girl.  God, you have the most perfect ass…”  Felix palmed it appreciatively before pulling his hand back and landing a firm slap on the flesh.

“Fellix!”  you gasped when he landed a second slap.  

“That’s right, baby, remember who’s name you’re screaming when I make you cum.”  Felix’s deep voice rumbles. 

He lined up his tip at your entrance and rubbed it through your folds a few times, reveling in the way he could make you shiver every time his cock grazed your over-sensitive clit.  When you least expected it, Felix pushed his cock into your tight, warm cunt.  You both moaned out in unison when he bottomed out.  His long, thick cock filled you up perfectly.  It was as if your pussy was designed for him.  Felix swore that he could spend the rest of his life between your legs.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you, darling?”

With that, he began thrusting.  Sometimes adjusting to someone’s cock in you is a thing of myth.  You can never get used to how perfectly he fills you up.  It may not be the longest, but it’s thick and it stretches you more than anything or anyone else ever has.  His cock has a perfect little curve to it that hits that little spot inside you whenever he angles his hips just right. 

Tonight, he’s determined to get all of the sounds out of you that he can.  So every single thrust is designed to do just that.  He shoves himself into your snug heat as deep as he can go every single time.  It’s like you can feel him in your throat.  Every thrust pushes his hips flush with your ass.  He takes a hand and presses on your back to push your chest onto the bed.  

“Fuuuuuck baby, you feel so good.”  Felix moaned, “Always so warm and tight for me, baby.”

“You feel so good inside of me,”  You moan back, struggling to get your words out between Felix’s rough thrusts, “Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

“Come on, moan for me baby, show them how good I make you feel.”

As if you had a choice.  His thrusts were hard and he shifted his hips until his tip speared into that spot over and over again.  Felix had found that spot by chance a few weeks ago when he was fingering you and now he made it a point to seek it out every time.  

Felix’s hand curled around your bodies and his fingers made contact with your clit immediately.  At this, you keened and let out the loudest moan of the night.  Your cunt clamped onto Felix’s cock and he bit his lip to keep from cumming right there.  Your tight, wet heat eas driving him crazy but you had to cum first.  

He could have sworn that the TV volume lowered.

“Come on baby, cum for me.”  Felix grunted, his finger swirling around your swollen clit.

Your walls clenched and fluttered around him.  Something in your belly pulled taut and you rocked yourself back on Felix’s cock.  The extra bit of friction made the coil pull tight.  You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to let your body relax so that Felix could take over and bring you to orgasm.  Your moans grew louder and louder as you got closer.

“Yes, yes, yes!”  You cried, “Fuck, Felix!  Right there!”

“That’s a good girl, cream my cock, baby.”  

The sound of the TV in the front room had stopped all together.

The extra pressure of you pushing back onto his cock was just the right thing.  The intense pressure in your stomach suddenly released all at once.  Your legs trembled and your body shook.  Felix took over and gripped your hips tightly.  He slowly guided your hips down towards the bed so you were laying flat, continuing his intense thrusts into your cunt.  He leaned over you and pressed his lips to the back of your neck. 

“Felix, don’t stop,”  you moaned, arching your back into him to keep his dick lodged inside you as deep as possible.  

Your orgasm washed over you in waves, each one resulting in a gush of wetness between your legs.  His hips kept drilling into you diligently.  He kissed along your shoulders and neck, sucking dark marks onto your skin.  The second you rolled over, he’d give you hickeys on your neck and breasts to match these.

When he sensed your orgasm coming to an end, he slowed his hips but kept his cock lodged within your tight walls.  He hadn’t come yet but he knew he had to give you a short break before he sought his own orgasm. 

“Was I loud enough?”  You giggled,  “What was that about?”

“The guys were making fun of me, saying things like… I couldn’t be a dom because I’m too innocent, that I’m just a pillow prince and I let you do all the work.”  Felix peppered soft kisses on your skin. 

“That’s not it at all baby!  We just like sex to be reciprocal, that’s all.”

“I know, but I guess I needed a little ego boost.”  Felix shrugged.

“Well if I get to come like that every time we need an ego boost, by all means,”  You giggled, rubbing your ass back into him and making his cock slide against your puffy walls, making you both gasp.  “I think you could stand to be a little meaner, though.”

“What?  You want me to be mean to you?”  Felix stared at you with large eyes.

“Maybe a little more.”

“Oh, so you want me to call you my own little personal slut?”  Felix whispered in your ear.  That tantalizing voice of his made your cunt clench on him.  “Oh so you would like that?  I should have known you’d be a little cock-hungry slut.  Can’t go a single day without my cock in you, is that it?”

“Mmhm…”  You nodded, eyes suddenly a little teary but in the best way.  You pushed your hips back against his again.  He groaned and pressed a hand to your hip to stop your movements.

“If you keep going like that I’m gonna treat you like a little cocksleeve, got it?  I’ll stuff you with enough cum to keep you full for weeks.  You want that, baby?”

“God, yes,” your eyes rolled back at the thought of feeling even fuller than you were now.

“Then relax, my pretty slut, we’re just getting started.”  Felix growled. 

His hand slipped under you to press lightly against your tummy, the pressure pushing your g-spot effortlessly against the tip of his cock.  He’d hardly have to aim at all like this.  You let out a noise somewhere between a gasp and a moan.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fill you up ‘til your cute little cunt can’t handle it anymore.  M’ cum is all yours.”

#felix smut #lee felix smut #yongbok smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #lee yongbok smut #felix lee smut #ellie writes #PHEW #an ask! #i got carried away with this one #meant to be like 10 paragraphs but its now liek five pages #i don;t have time for the other asks tonight but #i am getting to them #fuck felix is so hot #thank you so much for the ask

[mandalhoerian]

Shai! Shai! I've thought of another scenario for Leon😊 Altho being a new fan I've come to the conclusion that Leon is the type to believe he's not good enough for his partner, he believes they could do better then him. So imagine a Leon who has finally accepted he has feelings for you and works up the courage to confess only for you to turn the tables on him and say you dont feel good enough for him. I imagine he would be in disbelief? How would he react to his crush telling him "You're too good for me Leon."?

too good for me | leon kennedy x reader

pairing: leon kennedy x reader (unspecified gender) genre: fluff, miscommunication, the "endeared badass x normal person scared shitless of the endeared badass" trope. no spice, unfortunately. only good vibes and leon being head over heels smitten. enjoy! word count: 2.7K? It's short! notes: hi sarah! i am SO SORRY this has taken forever. you requested this one month ago! its been so hectic lately, i've been having health problems that required regular hospital visits and tests upon tests, but now that my surgery (yeah i know... yikes) is authorized i'm only waiting for them to call me for the date and have all the time in the world to get my rest and write. i'm also working on your other (wink wink) request! thank you so much for being patient with me. hope this is what you had in mind! i also added my touch and ideas to it lmao. happy reading!!

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“You’re too good for me,” is the hesitant, small answer you give him while avoiding eye contact and playing with your fingers in front of your office’s shared coffee maker Leon had made countless paperwork excuses to be able to simply stop by — to his question, that is, about why you wouldn’t go on a simple date with him. 

You puff out an awkward laugh to smooth things over as humorous but it’s forced and not at all sincere. 

It’s taken Leon a whole inner journey (Spain. Mostly the simultaneous trauma and catharsis of Spain) to get over himself to recognize what his heart truly wanted but was too pussy to look at before, yet here you two are. The lone angel in his life telling the failure Leon is that he’s too good? For you?

He simply stares, dumbly standing there, piping hot coffee that’s actually incompatible with his taste buds he insists he must do a detour to get from here simply because you often do, stiff and awkward in his hold, thinking he heard you wrong because he hasn’t gotten a good night’s rest — rest, not sleep — in forever since he came back from Spain. 

He’s been forcing himself to come to work just for a glimpse of you and your pretty face to recharge his battery, heal his soul a bit, let you be all that occupies his mind despite being laid off after that outrageous mission that resulted in the president’s unwanted favor and nightmares upon nightmares with only anxious yet soothing thoughts of you as the best bad out of the worst he’s had to face— and what is it that you said again?  

“You’re joking right?” Leon says, pride not knowing if it should be broken or not because he’s not sure to take this as a rejection, and it isn’t his intention for it to sound that harsh. He’s not some asshole who can’t take no for an answer, it’s your reasoning that has him downright jamming like a gun.

Leon has to remind himself to switch off work mode because now you look mousey as if he has a paw on your tail, shoulders pulled into yourself.  “Sorry!” He feels so bad, heart expanding within his ribcage and it aches, fuck, he just wanted to ask you out and all he’s doing is scaring you. “I’m sorry, you were kidding. I didn’t get it— I’m kinda slow and you sound flat sometimes, of course you weren’t serious, I’m—”

“No, I was serious.” His eyebrows furrow at yet another self-degradation from you. “It’s you who has to be kidding. What do you mean too good for you?”

You are at a loss of words, mouth opening but nothing coming out, and finally look him in the eye and all Leon wants to do is lean down and capture your mouth, he’s heavily distracted by you licking your lips and swallowing, the sighting of the tip of your pink tongue makes his shirt suddenly suffocating and tight. 

“I mean,” you begin tentatively, unaware of what’s going on in his head, vaguely gesturing to Leon. “Well… You’re you, I mean… And I’m. Me. Look at you and look at me. Why would you even…?”

“Hey,” Leon sets his mug on the counter, closing his eyes and pinching the insides with his thumb and pointer. The implications alone sent a zapping headache through his skull that he knows he has to rest to be able to unpack, especially when he’s finally decided on seriously pursuing you in spite of himself. Leon can’t let this remain unaddressed, for your sake and his sanity. “How about I wait for you after work today and we talk about this somewhere else?” He’s squinting. “In detail.”

“We don’t really need to—”

“We do.” Leon wants you to see he’s serious about this — about you. “Because I see something here that I want to pursue and we can’t have any misunderstandings. Would appreciate it if you at least give me the chance to clear the air.”

“P-pursue?” You swallow and Leon’s mind wanders again. “Clear the air you say…”

He breathes in. “Can you give me your phone?”

You slap it into his palm almost immediately, the speed with which you obey him without asking him any questions surprises him. He wants to scold if you’re willing to hand over your mobile to any guy who asks, but supposes it’s not his place — is frustrated this is what it takes to get him annoyed, as well. He isn’t some young adult. Weirdly, you make him feel like one.  

He’s punching his own number in, despite the conflicting feelings, finally feeling like this is getting somewhere and he’s doing it when you start talking again, nervous. “You can uh, clear the air… right here… without taking me to a secondary location…” 

His eyes flick up to yours in confusion and you look to the right immediately, and back to him. To the right. Back to him. It’s somehow comedic, because why do you look like you’re cornered by some bad guy? 

You really look like you want to be anywhere else than here, Leon’s fucking this up and he doesn’t even know what he’s doing wrong. Was he going too fast? Should he have told you his number and let you save it instead? 

You’re mumbling, nervousness clear as day for reasons he can’t fathom, he hears you, but he doesn’t really understand. 

“What? What's wrong?" Leon asks, his voice laced with genuine concern. He takes a step closer, wanting to bridge the gap between you and alleviate whatever discomfort you were experiencing. "You seem... uneasy. Did I do something wrong?"

Your eyes meet his briefly, then quickly shift away again, as if you are struggling to find the right words. 

Leon's heart sinks. His intention wasn’t to make you feel nervous or pressured, especially when he is genuinely trying to connect with you — then, in a brilliant moment of heart-stopping realization, the fact that you might just not be interested slaps him in the face and he’s…

Well. Wouldn’t that be the reality? 

Leon is… He isn’t exactly the ideal man. Not with what he does, and how his life is. He’s aware of that. Have been running from forming connections because of what he knows will end up happening because of that. He can’t get attached and keep losing people — can’t keep getting hurt in the vicious cycle to prevent everyone from getting hurt. It’s been the bane of his existence ever since STRATCOM plucked him off straight from Raccoon City. Even if you work in the same field as him, just different offices, who is to say it will work out anyway? 

He’s getting ahead of himself. You might not like him at all in the first place. Jesus. 

Maybe you see him for what he is. Maybe you think he’s not  —- the effort’s not worth it, and you wouldn’t exactly be wrong in thinking so. You could be wanting something else in life that he only has the desire to give you, and not the promise. He wouldn’t blame you, hell, who would blame someone for being their own person with their thoughts, wishes, wants and goals in life? 

You’re too good for me, really, is his line. It has been right from the beginning, his excuse in running away from his undeniable, frightening attraction to you.

"No, it's not you," you finally managed to articulate, prompting Leon to release the breath he was holding, your voice shaky, playing with your fingers. "I just... I feel a bit overwhelmed. This is all happening so fast, and I never expected..."

Leon nods, his expression softening as he realizes the weight of the situation. He hasn’t fully considered how his sudden confession and determination to pursue you might have caught you off guard. He has been so focused on his own feelings that he hasn’t taken into account your own thoughts and emotions.

"I understand," he replies, voice gentle and reassuring. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I just... I couldn't keep my feelings to myself anymore. But please know that I don't expect an immediate answer or any commitment from you. I just… Well. I just wanted to tell you. See where this goes. Or, maybe, if that’s not the case… Get rejected for good so I can move on, you know?"

You laugh a little and it’s genuine — you have no idea how it turns Leon’s heart into putty right where it hangs between two lungs. “Do you really mean all of that?”

“Of course,” he says, offended the tiniest bit. “Why do you think I would joke about something like this?”

“It’s not about you joking, really…” You’re uncomfortable again, hesitating to tell him something. 

“Hey, you can tell me.”

“Can you promise you won’t get mad?”

“What am I, your father?” He snorts. “Come on, tell me.” 

You brace yourself for it and he doesn’t understand why until you say it. “You, um… You’re kinda scary.”

He blinks. “Sorry?”

“Sorry!” You raise your hands up in panic. “I don’t really mean it like that, not to insult you or anything, it’s actually admirable, I’m just saying! Discipline, work ethic, unmatched field performance! You’re very… Very, uh… Intimidating, yeah, that’s the word…? I mean, like… You, uh, you’re famous, you know, we all know your work, you’re very hard working, working hard, very hard work — uh, um… So it’s…”

“I scare you?” Leon swears he felt his eyes get bigger the faster you kept on vomiting words. “You think I would hurt you?” 

“No!” You reject strongly, waving a nervous hand at him. Silence befalls later, which you follow awkwardly with a silent, guilty. “Maybe,” after clearing your throat. 

 He had always strived to be a protector, but he hadn't realized that his image and reputation — what it had become after Spain — could have such an effect on someone he cares about. 

"I never meant to scare you," he says softly, his voice filled with genuine remorse, he puts the coffee mug on the counter and leans his hip on it, shoulders sagging a bit as he crosses his arms. The thought of you only feeling intimidation about him leaves a bitter taste worse than the coffee does. "I guess... I've always been so focused on work, on the dangers just around the corner — I’m aware how it might affect my relationships in the long run so I never attempted to form any at all, but I never realized how it might affect how people see me in the first place. I never wanted to make you, of all people, feel this way. I could never hurt you. Never."

“I didn’t want to imply you’re a guy who’d intentionally hurt someone—”

“Don’t worry about it,” he sighs, ruffling his hair to get rid of the awkwardness. “So I’ve just been bugging you this whole time, huh? Jesus. I’m so sorry.”

“No! No, don’t say that, you’re amazing! You’re like a hero around here…”

“Around here doesn’t mean shit,” he replies curtly, and regrets cursing like that in front of you immediately. It’s unbecoming of him — and doesn’t help his image in your eyes at all. He’s getting frustrated. His tone lowers into a softer, more disappointed, heartfelt one. “I only care about how you think of me.” 

“Well, you’re amazing,” you say again, bashfully this time, and it prompts him to look at you. There’s something shy about you now that has him standing taller in anticipation, wondering if it’s him reading this wrong or not. “It’s pretty well-known if you didn’t know.”

“I don’t know,” he prods, idiot heart fluttering at the way you’re flustered. “What do you think? Besides intimidating, I mean. Not reporting on the local gossip this time, if you don’t mind.”

“You seem like a nice guy,” you settle. The middle ground. “I’ve seen you with the president’s daughter.”

Leon's expression softens at your words, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over him. He takes a deep breath, trying to let go of the tension that had built up within him. The mention brings a slight smile to his face, memories of Ashley flooding his mind, a fondness evident in his eyes. "Ah, Ashley. Yeah, that was quite the adventure. Though what can you be other than a nice guy when your mission is the president’s daughter?"

“I know a couple people who’d treat her like a package to be delivered. You prioritized her wellbeing more than anything.”

“What else was I supposed to prioritize?”

“You know what I mean. Emotional wellbeing. I’ve read your initial report and her statement. You cared about her.” A smile tugs at your lips, he can tell you’re a bit more comfortable now. "Especially during what you’ve been through. It's impressive how you handle yourself in those situations."

He shrugs modestly, a hint of pride shining in his eyes. You respect him. "I guess you could say it comes with the job. But it's not all action and danger, you know. There's more to me than just being a government agent."

Your curiosity piques, and you tilt your head, prompting him to continue. "Tell me more. What's Leon Kennedy like outside of work and missions?"

It catches him off guard that you want to know more and take the first step. You could have just rejected him. His heart picks up, chest expanding in excitement, he’s glad for the opportunity to share a glimpse of his life beyond the chaos of his work — he’s normally not eager to share pieces of his life like this, but… He’d give it to you on a silver platter, whether it'd lure you in or not. That’s how Leon knows he wants this with you so bad. “I wanna lie to woo you but… Would it be too unattractive to tell I really don’t have a life outside of work? I’m still trying to find some balance in my life. The upper echelon guys are pretty ruthless and demanding. I guess it means I can say I’m into traveling?”

“Is this the cool guy way of saying you’re an introvert these days?”

The unexpectedness of it is what gets him to throw his head back to laugh, and he catches you staring, scrambling to rub his face to get rid of it and regain some composure. “Yeah,” he breathes. “Pretty much.”

“Well,” you gesture at him, there’s a vague pink hue dusting your cheeks. “What are you into, then?”

God, he can’t stop, “Other than you?” from escaping his dumb mouth. He shouldn’t have said it. It’s too corny. So uncalled for. Your mouth hangs open and he wishes he could rewind the tape to take it back and choose some other option. “Say… What about we continue this discussion after work? I know a good coffee place. Let me make it up to you for invading your lunch time. I’ll tell you all about me, what do you say?”

You look at the clock on the wall, he knows you didn’t get to have anything because he decided to turn up and serenade you with unwanted attention, it’s two birds with one stone for him if you decide to accept — he wouldn’t have asked if he didn’t see a perfect moment to seize the chance. 

“Coffee sounds perfect,” you nod, with no pressure from him, and it lifts a great weight off his shoulders. “Would it be okay if I eat something too?”

Why are you so adorable? You don’t know that you own the power to get Leon to have your superiors let you go for the day, but he can’t get too excited right now. “Say the word and it becomes a dinner date.”

It gets you flustered again, you don’t know where to put your hands, and he’s so happy about it. “It’s a weekday… That’d be a bit exhausting…”

“Okay. Coffee date it is.”

He’s noticing you like the cheeky confidence, and it makes sense, considering the intensity had you intimidated. “Thank you,” you say. “I’d like that.”

“Believe me,” Leon can’t stop the grin from overtaking his expression. “My pleasure. You’re honestly too good for me.”

There’s the sudden urge to kiss you when vulnerability and shyness lights up your whole face, but he’ll take it slow. He has to take it slow. For himself. 

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s. kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy imagine #leon kennedy fanfic #leon kennedy fluff

[fellshish]

just felt like letting you know im makin my way through your spn bookmarks on ao3 and its saving my life 💚 do you have an ultimate-nothing-compares destiel faves from the bunch?

YES omg these are the fics that rewired my brain changed my life etc:

And this your living kiss (M, 56k): au where dean is a self deprecating former poet who used to write anonymously under the pen name jack allen. Now he’s finding his way back to loving poetry by taking a class at a college taught by professor novak… only he doesn’t know professor novak happens to be the number one jack allen scholar in the country. Amazing. Inspiring. I’ve reread it several times and it’s probably my favourite fic of all time

The cheapest room in the house (E, 89k): one of those fics whose writing i’m jealous of, it’s mind bogglingly good. And hot. The destiel grindr fic — cas downloads grindr and dean helps him. The rituals are SO intricate. But really, nothing i could say could do justice to how good this is.

Fenario (E, 47k): cas empty rescue fic. Certain paragraphs and scenes are just seared into my brain, amazing writing. I still think about “Cas’s legs give out and he pitches forward, falling the rest of the way into Dean’s lap in a mockery of a pieta” — that’s the point where i knew this fic was gonna become a fave

Right where you left me (E, 93k): cas comes back from the empty but it’s years later. He rings the doorbell and finds dean married. This fic was an event while it was still updating. Supremely well written and with an emotional maturity needed for the theme

Am I a man or am I a muppet (G, 7k): one of the funniest fics i’ve ever read. Dean wakes up as a muppet. Just roll with it! It’s crack, sure, but so good?? This inspired a scene in one of my gomens fics even

Burn this into your brains forever (E, 10k): to me this is an underrated fic for how funny it is. Fake dating between dean and garth but don’t worry, it’s a destiel fic

Half empty (M, 37k): more of a dean study. Reads like you’re dreaming and nothing makes sense. Dean is confused about everything. Kind of a mysterious vibe, excellent writing

There is rest for the wicked (G, 14k): sleepy, domestic dean. The destiel happens so…. Idk. Naturally. It’s a fic that really stays with you for a long time

Ninety one whiskey (E, 401k): one of thee destiel fics of all time. It’s famously a must-read and for good reason. A war fic, so quite heavy and not for everyone. But an absolute experience. I read the last few chapters in bed middle of the night tears streaming down my face. Simply iconic

A winter’s tale (T, 64k): this fic forever changed the way i see cas’ human arc on the show. Not super destiel-y but can be read that way. Again quite heavy. Northernsparrow is an excellent writer.

The dean winchester beat sheet (E, 144k): au where dean is in college and in complete and utter denial about his sexuality. So supremely funny. I will say this dean is not for everyone. But to me he is iconic and i think about certain scenes still. Forever changed the song i want to break free for me.

What has eight tentacles and isn’t allowed to eat pie? (T, 16k): basically uhhhh dean gets turned into an octopus. HEAR ME OUT. This fic will change you fundamentally as a person. It’s funny but also smart. A classic!

Maybe it really is the end (M, 2k): it’s short but there’s not a word out of place. Basically, belphegor taunts dean and cas while in the body of jack. It’s so good and so underrated. I think about it all the time

How a grocer watches dean pull his head out of his ass in seven days (E, 51k): destiel written from an outsider pov, a christian lady who’s easily scandalised and whose narrative voice is SO hilarious. One of the funniest fics i’ve ever read. Fake dating too!

#destiel #my asks #destiel fic recs #fells book club

[ohtobeleah]

Baby R: A Terms of Endearment Story

-> Terms of Endearment Masterlist

Summary: Riley Carole Bradshaw makes her big entrance to the world when Jakes in Texas and Bradley isn’t sure if he’s ready to be a dad twice over.

Warnings: Birth. Pregnancy trope. Inaccurate medical information. Bradley x F!reader. Jake x Platonic!F!reader

Word Count: 5.7k

Author Note: Y’all don’t know how long this took me to write. It had been sitting in my drafts for MONTHS. I’d say pre wedding, because that’s the last time I made pumpkin & prosciutto pasta.

“Pumpkin and Prosciutto Pasta?” Bradley liked to play a game whenever he’d come through the threshold of his humble abode after a long, long day of work. He wouldn't ask you what's for dinner, he’d simply place his keys in the keybowl by the door and stop to smell the aroma of whatever you had cooking in the kitchen. Some nights it was some new recipe you’d decided to tackle from your favourite cookbook. Five minute healthy family meals. Other nights it was chinese takeout or whatever two for one special Penny and Amilia had concocted at the Hard Deck. 

But most nights, like tonight, when Bradley was stuck working back late racking up the much-needed overtime he was pulling with your second daughter ready to join you earth side any day now–he came home to the familiar smell of some of his favourite dishes. 

“Yep!” You called out from the kitchen as Rooster kicked off his boots by the door. “Should be ready in a few minutes, everythings done but the pumpkin. It's almost ready though.” He could hear the smile on your face before he even saw it. That was just you. Simply Y/n. His Y/n. His beautiful Lieutenant ‘Felix’ Bradshaw. 

“Tooster!!” Odette cooed as she came racing around the corner, this was her favourite time of the day. Bradley groaned as he crouched down so that his daughter could slam herself into his warm embrace. With large arms that kept her safe, Bradley wrapped the four year old up and held her close. This was his favourite time of day. “I missed you.” It was barely audible as she buried her face into Roosters chest before she looked up at him looking down at her. Taking in the all too familiar smell of jet fuel masked with that Giorgio Armani cologne he kept in his locker. 

Then Odette did what she did best, she threw you right under the bus with no remorse for her actions. She snitched on you, your own daughter. A snitch if there ever was one. Jake swore if he looked up the very definition of a snitch Odettes name, age, weight and height would be right fucking there. She’d gotten him into some serious trouble as of late with Amilia and he was not vibing the four year old mini you that he swore blind was out to get him. 

“The baby in mama's tummy has been hurtin her today.” Fuck. It wasn't like Bradley wasnt ready for another baby, he was. He was as ready as he’d ever be. But although Odette was his daughter just as much as baby R was–this was still Rooster's first pregnancy. It was his first biological child. This was the first newborn he’d experience, first birth he’d witness. He was ready for baby R to arrive, but Rooster wasn't sure if he was ready for all the firsts he wasn't around for with Odette. 

“Has she darlin '?” Bradley cooed as he rubbed his nose against his daughters. Dot giggled softly before she was wriggling out of his grasp. “Has the baby in mama’s tummy been hurting her?” Bradley repeated what his daughter had told him as he walked with her hand in hand into the kitchen where you stood– mid contraction, breathing through it as best you could. “Might be time to take mama to the hospital so that baby can come out of mama’s tummy.” 

“Nope–” You shook your head. “I'm fine, they're just Braxton Hicks Roo.” You argued softly as your contraction subsided. Bradley watched the way you leaded against the countertop and rocked your hips side to side to feel some sort of relief. You normally didn't do that with Braxton Hicks. 

“Braxton Hicks she says.” Bradley smiled as the corners of his lips pinned to his cheeks. He rounded into the kitchen, swiping up the oven mit as he did so before opening the oven to fish out the roasting pumpkin. “Baby, I love you, but I've seen your Braxton Hicks, and that little wiggle you just did there?” Bradley turned back to look at you over his shoulder, all knowing and ready to put his husband pants on. “Is new.”

“I'm not in labour Bradley.” You stood with a sigh, waddling over to where he stood before you eyed him off. The only thing that stood between you and your husband was your thirty nine week baby bump. The bump he had helped create. “But what I do have is a toddler who's decided she doesn't like spaghetti.” Rooster raised his eyebrow at your statement before he was degloving his hand from the oven mit. 

“What four year old doesn't like spaghetti?” Bradleys hands slowly crept up to touch your stomach. With gentle palms he felt just how low your unborn child had dropped, just how hard your stomach had become. Fuck. You were in labour, weren't you? But it was either denial or delusion at the wheel right now. Regardless of that, his baby was coming. 

“Our four year old, she wants the shell pasta.” You explained. “I'm sure if she gets hungry enough the spaghetti will do.” Rooster agreed—knowing his daughter and her tendencies to eat like a garbage truck come collection day. 

“How long have you been having contractions for?” Bradley changed the subject to what really mattered. You were having your baby, his baby. There was a moment of silence shared between the two of you as you mulled over whether or not you were going to tell the truth, or continue to run from it. Your last birth experience hadnt been the best, that type of trauma stays with a person. And even though you had all the faith and trust in Bradley that the world could provide–you were still beyond terrified to have to give birth again. He knew that too. 

“Since around lunch time, they’re super far apart.” You explained softly as tears began to fill your eyes, eyes that told Bradley you were scared. “I'm not ready to have this baby.” You admitted as you shook your head and held your hand over his. “At least tonight I’m not.” 

“Okay, that's fine.” Rooster wasn't gonna argue with his pregnant wife about what she could or couldn't do with her body. He’d learnt to pick his battles and this just didn't seem like a hill that he was ready to die on. Besides, regardless or what you were or weren't ready for? Baby R was coming. It was only a matter of time. “How about I finish up here and I'll run you a bath?” 

“Jakes in Texas–” Oh? What did Hangman being in Texas have to do with you running a bath? Oh! Bradley thought to himself. Jake was your person. He was your person during your last birth. “But yeah, yeah a bath sounds really good right now, my back is killing me.” Without much more of a fuss, you padded out of the kitchen and ventured upstairs while Rooster got the rest of dinner assembled and ready to serve. He eyed off the four year old by his side. The little shadow he’d had in his life for what felt like an eternity. His best buddy. 

“So help me god kid you better eat your spaghetti.” 

“I don’t wike sketti—“ Dot replied with a grimace. Bradley just sighed and shook his head with a deep sigh. “It’s yucky.” 

“Big girls like spaghetti Odette.” Rooster tried to make it make a little sense to the little girl who stood beside him, looking up at him as if he was her entire world. In some way he was. “And if you eat your dinner you can have a chocolate paddle pop before bed.” 

“Ahhh!” At the sound of your cries, Rooster took off running up the stairs. He dropped the tongs into the bowl of roasted pumpkin and scooped up Dot and booked it every second step until he was busting through your bedroom door. 

“Honey? What’s wrong?” He asked when he saw you on the floor, crouching down beside the bed in tears. But he already knew. “Hey I can’t help you if you don’t tell me?” Rooster tried again as he sat down beside where you were sobbing. Only once the contraction settled did you let out a breath and sit beside him with your backs against the side of your shared bed. Odette sat between Bradley’s legs, her little hand came to rest utop your stomach—all she knew was that there was a baby in her mums tummy. “Fe—“

“She can’t come without Jake here.” Was all you said. You knew it was stupid, somewhat ironic and a whole lot of crazy, because your husband and the father of your child was sitting right next to you. Ready and willing to help you through this. “He said he’d be there.” 

Bradley took your hand in his, he intertwined his digits with yours and smiled at you with the softest of looks in his big stupid brown puppy dog eyes. 

“I want you to find some comfy clothes, and I’m gonna run you a bath.” He explained all the while Odette drank in the love her parents shared. “And while you’re in the bath, I’m gonna ring Hangman and I’m gonna see if he can come home a little earlier.” 

“What if he can’t make it?” It was all you cared about, you couldn’t do this without Jake. You had barely done it the first time. “I can’t do this without him Rooster I can’t—“ 

“Hey, look at me honey.” Bradley cooed as he tilted your chin up so you could see he was right there. “He’ll make it, now I need you to just get in the tub yeah? Baby’s gonna come when she’s ready and we don’t need you to be stressed about things you can’t control.” 

You couldn’t have been more thankful for Bradley Bradshaw. He knew the bond you and Jake shared was simply platonic and a little psychotic at times, you didn’t need to give him an explanation as to why it was so important to have him there, because he knew and understood why. 

Bradley was your husband and father of your child, sure, but Jake Seresin was your person. So, once you were in the bath with warm water soothing all your aching contracting muscles, Bradley pressed on the one contact in his phone besides yours that got the biggest workout, his brother in arms, Jake Seresin. 

“I need you on the next flight out.” It wasn’t a can you type of question but rather a demand. A nonnegotiable statement that made Jake drop the beer in his hand as he locked eyes with Amilia from where she sat with his mother. 

“Oh she’s not is she?” Was all Jake said. He had a dream last night you went into labour while he was on annual leave. The twin bed Jake used as a child wasn’t big enough for the two of them, so when Jake shot up, he had accidentally caused Amilia to fall face first onto the floor beside the teenage bed. 

“Yep—“ Bradley replied. “Delusion is very much at the wheel and she’s adamant she’s not giving birth until you're here.” It brought back a lot of uncomfortable memories from Odette's birth, but Jake was racing up the stairs before he even got off the phone. “How soon can you—“ Before Bradley could even finish his sentence, Jake was answering the ever looming question. 

“We’re on the next flight out.” 

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“Hey munchkin!” Phoenix cooed as Bradley opened the door for the women who kept all the men in her life on their toes. “Ready to have the best sleepover ever?” The little four year old was apprehensive at first to leave you and Tooster, but once she was promised that you would bring her home a baby sister to love unconditionally forever, Odette seemed more comfortable with the idea of spending some alone time with her Aunty Phoenix. “How’s Fe?” 

“She’s alright—“ Phoenix could tell by the lines on Roosters forehead that he was getting nervous, really nervous. “Her contractions are still pretty far apart, according to her they’re just Braxton hicks.” Phoenix laughed softly as she shook her head and kicked off her boots. 

“Sounds like her.” She replied as she watched Rooster rubbed the back of his neck nervously, still holding the front door wide open. “Rooster, you guys are having a baby.” 

“My mum used to tell me all the time that when I was born, dad took me around the maternity wing to show me to all the nurses.” Phoenix could see the teary look in her wingman's eyes. “That he was nothing but excited, ecstatic even.” Rooster paused as he shook his head and sighed to himself. “And I’m just—“ 

“Scared?” Phoenix knew what Bradley was about to say as he nodded in agreement. He was terrified. 

“Beyond belief, yeah.” 

“Rooster, you’re allowed to be scared.” Phoenix tried her best to bring a little comfort to the expecting father of two. “You’re about to be a dad twice over, you’re officially about to be even teams.” 

“What if I’m not good at it?” Bradley groaned as he ran his hands through his hair as little Odette pulled at his T-shirt just wanting to be picked up. “What if—what if I’m not good at all the firsts? The newborn stage, the feeding, the burping, the cradling the diaper changes the—“ 

“You’re gonna be fine daddio.” Phoenix chuckled as she watched Bradley bend over to collect the four year old he loved more than life itself. “If I was having this conversation with Rhett I’d tell him never to procreate, but you?” Phoenix smiled. “You’re gonna be fine, Dot turned out okay, I’m sure this one will too.” 

“Yeah well, I wasn’t around for the first few years, they’re kinda important for development, what if—“ Again, Phoenix didn’t want her best friend spiralling when you needed him to be as present as he could be. 

“You, Bradley Bradshaw, are going to be an amazing father.” It was as sincere and genuine as it could've been. “We watched you step up, no questions asked for Odette, hell if anything that’s just a testament to how great of a father you already are!” Bradley had to stop and take what his best friend was saying, in. He loved Odette so much, as if she was his own. She was his. He was the only father she’d ever really known. “It’s okay to be scared, I’d be more concerned if you weren’t, but Fe’s gonna need you for support so I’d give yourself like five minutes to freak out and then you gotta put those feelings aside and be her rock while she births your child.”

Bradley followed Phoenix out to her car that she’d parked in the drive, he trailed not too far behind her with Dot on his hip as he frowned. 

“You really don’t think Rhett should have kids?” He asked cautiously, that could be a bigger jab than Natasha probably meant it to be. Braldey wondered if her and Rhett were doing alright, those two were always on their own wavelength. 

All Phoenix did was sigh as she threw Odette's overnight bag into the back seat. Last time she saw Rhett it had ended in an argument over his inability to express his feelings besides anger. 

“Ask me again when I’m not ovulating.” 

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“Sorry Oz–” Jake recognised that Amilia had said something but wasn't exactly sure what it had been with the way he had completely zoned out while waiting for their flight in the domestic terminal. They were able to get a last minute flight, but Jake wasn't holding his breath about getting back to you in time to be there for the birth of baby R. “What did you say?” 

“I asked if you'd ever thought about having your own kids one day?” Amilia asked as she handed Jake the packet of Lays original she was snacking on. Flying made her nauseous but it always helped to have something in her stomach prior to take off. It seemed a little counter intuitive, but there was a method to her madness. 

“Uh–yeah I have.” Jake replied as he reached into the bag for a few chips. “Two kids, but I wouldn't be opposed to more if the circumstances were right.” Jake didn't hesitate with his answer, it was the whole ass truth. “But I mean it all comes down to work and if–” That's when Jake did hesitate. Amilia caught on right away to what Jake was about to say, it didn't take an engineering degree to figure out where he was going. 

“I've always wanted kids.” Amilia didn't mean to sound so chipper, but it was hard not to be. “Two kids, but yeah I think I'm the same as you, I wouldn't really mind more or less depending on the circumstances.” The two had never really spoken about kids before, or marriage, or the next big steps in life. Jake and Amilia were kind of just going with the flow, but if the flow led to kids, to marriage, to the white picket fence in suburbia, Amilia wouldn't mind. Not with Jake at least. 

Jake was the same, he hadn’t really thought about marriage before. Ever since you had little Odette he had thought about children from time to time. But when Amilia stepped into his life Jake found himself thinking about that diamond ring more and more. 

“Boys or girls?” Jake asked, he didn't want this conversation to end. “Hypothetically, what would be your perfect family?” Jake Seresin had never been one to fall in love so heavily, but as he sat in the middle of the domestic terminal with his girlfriend, he knew he was down bad. So head over heels in love with Amilia Fisher that he knew when he saw Rooster he was gonna ask him to help him find the perfect ring for his Oz. The girl with a thousand different sayings he still hardly knew the meaning of. The girl who came into his life like a whirlwind. 

“I've always been told I look like a boy mum.” Amilia replied with a smirk as she placed another chip in her mouth with a small but proud nod. “I used to work a little in the kids' creche at work when we were short staffed and I was always able to rangle the boys a little bit more than the girls.” Amilia shrugged with an unsure expression. “Not sure why though, maybe it's just my mannerisms and cool personality.” She teased only to knock her shoulder against Jakes. 

“That checks out–” Jake smiled ear to ear as a small but audible chuckle escaped his lips.  “I can't say the same, Fe says I'd make a good girl dad.” It was from all the time spent with Dot, You’d never seen Jake with any children besides Dot. You only had your own experiences watching Jake love your daughter like his own. 

“Well–” Amilia cooed as heart crept across the apples of her cheeks, sunkissed and tanned. “Hypothetically then, one of each to answer your question.” Jake knew what his girlfriend was getting at, and although they never truly mentioned each other, there was a deep understanding that they, in that moment, had just both taken another step forward together. 

“Sounds perfect Oz.” Jake cooed as he sat back and wrapped his arms around Amilias shoulders, pulling her closer into his side. “Sounds perfect.” He mumbled before planting a gentle but loving kiss to her temple, Hoping that one day, maybe their hypothetical would become a reality. 

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“Are you sure you don't want the epidural Mrs Bradshaw?” One of the labour and delivery nurses on duty asked as you rocked your hips back and forth while you let your elbows rest on the hospital bed. Bradley stood behind you, pressing his thumbs into your hips hoping to relieve just an ounce of the pain. 

“No–no epidural thanks.” You struggled out as you tried to ride out your latest contraction. “I’m fine–” 

“Okay, well you're getting awfully close to ten centimetres, I'd be getting pretty excited for baby to arrive in the next few hours.” Bradley knew deep down you were trying to delay giving birth for as long as you could, but he knew that once the ball started to roll there was no stopping it. You were having this baby whether Jake was here or not. 

“How about some ice chips Honey?” Bradley asked as you stood and let out a loud but warranted sigh of relief as your last contracts passed. They were getting closer and closer, so close it was only a few seconds of reprieve before the next wave of pain and emotional distress came about. 

“Ice chips would be great.” You relied as a thin layer of sweat covered your entire body. Bradley looked to the labour and delivery nurse with pleading eyes. She knew what he was requesting. 

“I'll be right back with your ice chips.” She cooed through a smile. She had seen a million labouring mums come through this L&D ward and it was always the mothers who opted not to utilise the epidural that ate the most amount of ice ships. 

“You did this to me you know–” You groaned as you got into bed. “This baby has been crushing my organs and making me piss myself for the last three months and now shes gonna tear my fucking vagina in half because she got your big ass head.” All Rooster could do was laugh as he leaned in to kiss your forehead. 

“I specifically remember you asking me to quote unquote ‘Put a baby in you’” Bradley teased as he pulled away. “But sure, im entirely to blame even though you seduced me and vice clamped my–” 

“I’m back with your ice chips mama–” Carrie the labour and delivery nurse cooed just before Bradley could finish his crude sentence. “How are we doing on our back?” 

“Alright.” You sighed as you ran your hands across your stomach. “I'm starting to feel like I need to push though.” 

“Might be go time then, i'll get your legs up and have a little look see.” It was then you looked up at your husband with a worried look in your eyes, one he recognised immediately. With lips pressed together and a sympathetic expression, Rooster tried to soften the blow. 

“His phone's off, I’d assume he's in the air mama–” Bradley pushed your hair away from your forehead. “You can do this–”

“What if something goes wrong?” Your eyes welled with uncertain tears. “He needs to be here.” 

“I won't let anything go wrong.” Bradley replied as he reached down to take your hand in his. “You're not alone, I'm right here, Jakes on his way, baby R is happy and healthy and is ready to join us earth side.” it was the pep talk you needed to hear. “You’re gonna do this because you're my wife now and I love you so much I can't even begin to explain it, you can do this mama, I believe in you.” 

“Suck ass–” You chuckled back as Braldey let his forehead rest against yours. “I love you so much Roo, I really do.” Bradley smiled softly before he pressed his lips to yours. He was about to be a father of two very beautiful girls, but this time felt different. This was his first biological child. He’d never experienced this kind of love before, the birth of a child. But as Bradley pulled away he handed you the small cup of ice you’d requested, his best friend, the love of his life, the mother of his children. 

“Eat your damn ice chips.” 

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“Jesus Jake at least wait until the taxi stops!” Amilia gasped as she unclipped her seatbelt. Jake was basically out of the car before he’d even pulled the handbrake. “Thanks mate–” Amilia smiled as she pulled out her wallet to pay the taxi driver. Jake was already fishing out their bags from the back of the cab. 

“Fucking hell i hope she hans’t had the baby yet–” Jake was as flustered as he could be. “I don't even know how many hours it's been since Rooster called.” 

“It's been about seven.” Amilia replied as she placed her hand over Jakes. “Stop, I've got this, Fanboy’s coming to pick me up to take me back to Phoenix's.” 

“Baby no.” Jake tried to argue. “Stay?” 

“This is something you need to do for Fe alone flyboy.” Amilia reached out to run her thumb across the scruff of Jake's cheek. “Go, call me when baby girls here and crying and gunk free alright.” 

“Alright, I love you, let Mick drive, don't get behind the wheel.” Jake just had to have a little dig, he couldn't help himself as he leaned in to kiss his girlfriend's lips. It was a tender loving moment as Amilia reached around to tease the baby hairs at the back of Jake's neck. 

“I love you, and fuck you.” Jake didn't stick around for very long as he smiled and turned on his heels. The texts Rooster had sent were short and simple but told Jake everything he needed to know. You were progressing quickly, you were in room 103 in the maternity ward, you were cussing him out and that he better hurry the fuck up and get here because you were fighting the contractions. 

Jake had no idea where he was going but he was running. He knew he was raising eyebrows and turning heads as he raced through the North Island Base Hospital looking for one, the maternity ward and two, your specific room. The memories of when you had gone into labour with little Odette had been plaguing Jake's memory since Bradley had called. Oh how times had changed. The only thing that had stayed the same was the unbreakable bond your and Jake shared. An unconditional support and love that couldn't be broken. 

“Hello!” Jake grinned almost out of breath when he reached the nurses station in the maternity ward. “Im looking for–” Before Jake could finish his sentence, a loud painful scream echoed down the hall. He knew those lungs. “Fe? That's my sister! I think, uh–can I go?” It seemed like an odd thing to ask even if Jake was in the labour and delivery ward. 

“You must be Jake?” Theu nurse trying to eat her breakfast of what was left of it asked as she looked up at the flustered blonde man with piercing emerald eyes. 

“That's me.” Jake replied as the nurse before him nodded. She knew only two people were permitted inside your birthing suite. Bradley Bradshaw was already present and accounted for. 

“Down the hall to the left, maybe she’ll finally give in and push now that you're here.” Jake frowned at the idea that you were trying to hold out on giving birth because he wasn't here. He understood trauma bonding or thought he did from the way his therapist explained it, but he never stopped to think about the idea that having another child would bring up significant trauma from your first experience. 

You'd never mentioned it, being scared to give birth again. Although, Jake had never really asked. Since Bob's death Jake had been dealing with his own trauma. He was dealing with night terrors and survivor's guilt that kept him up into the early hours of the morning. For all the good that had happened since, Jake often stopped to ask himself if he was scared to move on from the day he unintentionally took another man's life. Being here for you when you welcomed your second daughter into the world felt like the world was moving on without Bob Floyd, and that made Jake want to spiral into a fit or uncontrollable rage. 

It wasn't fair. 

“Ahhhhh!” “Mrs Bradshaw you have to push!” 

But keeping you waiting wasn't fair either. Jake stood at the threshold of the slightly jaw door. He took a deep breath in and said a small prayer to the only man he hoped was listening and barged right on in. 

“I'm here!” Jake's voice cut through the heavy and thick air that was your hospital room. There was a woman between your legs, assessing the situation, another by your bedside, and Rooster, looking seven colours of bad shit because this time it was his hand that was being crushed and not jakes. He felt little sympathy for the man you called himself your husband. Jake knew what it took to make babies and he was pretty damn sure he’d walked in on the very act that was the time baby R was conceived. 

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN!?” You shouted at the top of your lungs almost without even realising it. 

“Oh thank god!” Bradley sighed as he looked into the eyes of the man who had become more of a brother than a friend. “Honey, Honey look, Jakes here–you gotta push now alright? Baby needs to come out.” You had been fighting this for the better half or the last two hours. Bradley knew the nurses were getting worried, to the point one had even pulled him aside and said that she was considering an emergency c-section if you continued trying to delay your body's ability to deliver naturally. 

“Jake? At first you thought it was just your mind playing tricks on you from the pain. Delusion had set in and you were just imagining your best friend. But the second Jake's hand touched yours, the one Bradley wasn't already holding for moral support, you cried a little harder as you let your head fall back against the back of the hospital bed. “You made it.” 

“I did, I'm right here, what? You thought I was gonna miss this? Never Fe never.” 

“Took your sweet ass time man.” Bradley teased as he held back tears. This was the birth of his daughter, you were bridging another life into the world, one he’d helped create. Jake was your person, you were Bradleys. “This is it honey, this baby is coming–” 

“Oh god it hurts!!” You shouted through gritted teeth. “I can't do this! I can't!” 

“Oh you're gonna have to Mrs. Bradshaw, baby’s almost here.” The doctor between your legs cooed. “Heads almost out, on three I need you to push mama and push hard alright?” 

“No–I–I can't do it.” 

“Hey, look at me?” Jake cooed as he looked down at you, his best friend, the guy who loves you more than life itself is standing right next to you, you aren’t alone anymore, you'll never be alone again, baby’s gotta come out and you're the only one who can get her out.” 

“AAAAHHHHHH!” You cried out as you squeezed down on both Jake and Bradleys hand. Bradley wipes your face with a damp cloth the nurse had given him. He wanted nothing more to take your pain away. “Roo!! I hate your big ass head!!!” 

“That's it mama let it out.” Bradley smiled. “Come on baby, I got you, she's almost here.” 

“I'm never letting you touch me again!!” 

“Okay okay, breathe Y/n, breathe.” the woman between your legs interrupted. “Good job mama, I reckon your little girl is gonna be here on your next push–but just breathe for a minute, hard parts over, heads out.” 

“I remember when Odette was born.” You mumbled out as Bradley kept patting your face down with that damp cloth. It was a comforting sensation, cooling and calming. “I was so upset Jaidyn wasn't there, I wondered what I’d done to upset him so much that he wou–would miss his daughter's birth.” 

“I love you so much Y/n, so much you hear me.” Bradley cried as tears fell down his face. “You’re so unbelievably strong.” 

“I need to push!” You replied, the sudden urge that you were going to shit yourself and tear in two overwhelmed you entirely. 

“This is it Fe, absolutely no turning back now super mama.” Jake cooed as you held his hand as tight as you could. 

“Push Y/n, this is it, baby’s coming!” Your doctor smiled as you pushed as hard as you could. The scream you let out was otherworldly and like nothing Bradley had ever heard before. It was all consuming, all encompassing, all telling of the sacrifice you were giving in order to bring his baby girl into the world. In that moment, Bradley Bradshaw knew he’d do anything to protect you and his growing family. He'd already done the extreme once, but now? He’d do it all over again.

“Annnnd baby girls here!” You fell back against the bed completely spent as tiny cries filled the room. Your baby girl's lungs sure did work wonders. “Congratulations Mr and Mrs Bradshaw.” it had only been a few moments before your baby girl was placed on your chest for the first time.

“Oh.” She was so tiny, so pure, so full of love. “Oh hi baby girl.” You cried as she cried too. “I'm your mama baby, hi sweet girl, my tiny little Riley.” 

“She's so small, oh my gosh.” Bradley had never seen a tinier human before in his life, but his whole heart was so full of love. “Hi Riley, hi baby girl–” Bradley wasn't sure if he was ready to be a dad twice over. He wasn't sure if he was ready for all the firsts he missed with Odette, but what he did know as he saw his daughter for the very first time, the same daughter you had carried for nine long months, was that he was gonna try his hardest to be the best dad he could be. 

“You did so good Y/n, I'm so proud of you.” Jake leaned in to kiss your forehead, he was just so glad he could be here for you. “You did it.” Jake could only watch on as he stepped aside to let the new parents of two fall in love with their gunk covered daughter. His job as your person was done, but he’d do it all again. For you. 

“I'm never giving birth again.” You sighed as you fell more in love with your second daughter:

Riley Carole Bradshaw. Baby R:

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Stray Kids September Reading 2023

Note: please take it lightly

Bangchan

Love: Remember that person he was stalking? Well it seems like Chan has a little competition here, because despite having a huge crush on them he also figured out that this person is already on a relationship which made him very sucky and pouty about the whole thing. 

Career: He has been working a lot lately, I feel like he has been training to the point of exhaustion sometimes simply because there’s new skills that he wants to be perfect in. I have to admit that chan is working a lot and giving a lot of himself at the moment to please the fans and the audience. 

Self: Chan is going through a very creative period, where he has new ideas and new concepts in mind. It feels like he is working a lot on those to make them come out into fruition and be able to express himself in other ways. He is also figuring out new ways of communicating with the fans. 

Minho

Love: There was a huge conflict between him and his partner. I couldn’t figure out the reason why they argued, I just know it was really a big argument to the point where he has been completely ignoring and avoiding them lately. So for now I don’t really know his relationship status. 

Career: I keep believing that Minho isn’t happy in the group partially because there’s a lot of dishonesty within the group but also with the company that keeps seeing them as less than human beings. Minho thinks the company aren’t taking action for the consequences it brings upon the members and himself and that the whole thing is unfair on why some members have the right to certain things while others don’t. 

Self: His self doubts about everything in his life have been blocking him a lot from the potential good things in his life. I believe that this time, Minho is lacking of emotional maturity to deal with the things that upsets him. 

Changbin

Love: This boy is annoying when it comes to love, because once again I am picking up on his self negative thoughts about love, in a way where he believes he doesn’t deserve love. So he restricts himself from being in a relationship despite being in love or having crushes. 

Career: Thankfully he is learning to be more spontaneous and I think he was finally able to get the green light to compose and to write again without having to follow a certain vibe for the group. This honestly makes Changbin happy because he is able to show his colors instead of having to adapt to what “some people” and the company expect them to do. 

Self: He is working a lot of forgiveness, both for people he loved that hurt him and for himself because he knows he hasn’t been easy to deal with either. Changbin is moving on from all the nativity in his life which is very good. 

Hyunjin

Love: His co-dependencies never end and although he knows with his crush it’s over, that doesn’t stop him at the moment from trying to get affection from others in a way to show his crush that he is done with them but at the same time I think Hyunjin is self eluting himself since there’s a lot of inner feelings that he is ignoring. 

Career: He will be probably traveling somewhere soon for his work, but other than that, I see that Hyunjin is living a very fast paced life when it comes to his career. He just keeps going through his schedules without complains. I am a bit worried about this because he doesn’t seem like resting much 

Self: Hyunjin is going through a very dark period of his life in a way that even himself cannot see. From what I see, he doesn’t eat much, does a lot of restriction without even noticing (so if he doesn’t eat It’s not order of the company but him that doesn’t even notice that he isn’t taking care of himself). I see some type of addictions, probably drinking too much but I cannot be sure of this since it could be only related to his shadow self that is very prominent at the moment. Also Hyunjin is like being very hyper sexual too, which could be the reason why I see negative attachments. 

Han

Love: I think Han is on a relationship at the moment that just begun but the not so good side of it is that he already created a emotional dependance on this person the same way he did with his ex. It seems like it’s the only way he has to reassure himself of his relationships. 

Career: He doesn’t trust one bit on his company, at least not with the projects for his solos. Just like Minho, he is bittersweet on certain things and doesn’t understand why there’s always some other members that get to get all the credits

Self: He is working a lot for his career, and it seems like his productivity is the only thing that matter for him at the moment. Han as a strict routine he is following in order to show his company what he is capable of providing for the group musically speaking. 

Felix

Love: This boy is completely lost with his life to be honest, especially when it comes to love. He lacks direction, he doesn’t know what he wants, what he craves, what he needs. And every time it seems like he finds a way to create arguments with the ones he loves without understanding why 

Career: His sponsor isn’t very okay with the few contracts that they made and there’s definitely some delays when it comes to his solo projects. Felix is dependent on the money that is being used and for the moment he hasn’t been reaching nor being able to proceed with the rest of his projects. 

Self: He has been very introverted lately, he doesn’t speak much with people and he is often alone, in his mind trying to work on his self worth and development. I am just scared that he isn’t taking care of his proper needs;

Seungmin

Love: His relationship is going perfectly fine, it’s full of good things and Seungmin and his partner are still able o see each other and having a heathy relaitonshio/ for now everything shows long term success for their love. 

Career: Lately he has created healthy and clear boundaries with the company and his sponsor so things seem to be going rather well for him. Seungmin is happy with his situation, he is able to speak his mind without being afraid and he has become a lot more independent as well. 

Self: At the moment his energy is very strong, because Seungmin is full of ambition. He now knows what he wants for his career, what are his goals and how to access them so he is taking a lot of shadow actions in order to get what he wants. 

I.N

Love: Single, this boy is just living his life and having fun with his friends. I feel like he goes out a lot, he parties with other idols too. He is just a young man enjoying his life as a young adult.  

Career: What the company makes him do isn’t aligned with his personal values and because of that Jeongin has a lot of decisions to make that sometimes overwhelms him. Because he doesn’t like his idol image but at the same time he cannot change it. 

Self: He is expanding as a person, he is working on himself and trying very hard to have overseas opportunities for himself and his career. Jeongin is focused more on himself than the group at the moment. 

#Stray Kids #Stray Kids astrology #Stray Kids reading #Stray Kids taro #Stray Kids headcanons #Stray Kids tarot #Stray Kids imagines #Stray Kids reactions #Stray Kids scenarios

[wayfayrr]

Hi, Moss!!

First of all, congratulations on 300 followers!!

I'd like to request some soft buttered rum with a yule log to eat in for the event!

I usually lurk in the shadows, but for this milestone, I thought I'll come forth from the darkness hehe <3

You're so awesome, I love all of your stuff, ESPECIALLY the self aware fics!!!!

I hope you have a great day/night <33

~Fi 🐝✨️

here's your order for you fi, it's very nice to see you in the light like this <3

Sorry that this one is shorter than the others so far </3 (there's a little context in the tags but I'm not gonna get into everything rn) soft twi is fun though, he's just a bit of a simp and a menace ain't he? just a soft boy with too many puppy vibes for his own good! even though this one is a little shorter I can promise there's more twi coming soon.

I'm glad you like the self-aware fics too!!! they're my pride and joy to write, seeing how many ways they can be taken and how fun every link could be in the situation. I've got wild on the back burner right now but he'll be one of the first to be up after I finish the event works

[Event masterlist]

“you like the snow Wolfie?” 

Twi's acting like a puppy right now, bounding around the field, occasionally stopping to shake off the snow. It’s nice to see him acting more carefree for once, seeing as he’s usually more stressed out about wild getting into trouble and such but for now he can just be more comfortable. 

It’s not for too long though as he shifts back after my question, by the look on his face probably because I’ve not been as active as he would like me to be right now. 

“Do you not darlin’?” 

Why does he look so smug. What is he planning to d- 

“LINK! Link that’s freezing come on.”

He’s not even listening, just snickering as he’s preparing another snowball. Well two can play at this game can’t they? 

I’ve just got to hit him more than he can hit me, simple enough right, should be fine not like he’s a hero who probably has much more everything than me. If I just - 

“You alright rancher? Got a little something on your face there.”

The way his nose scrunched up was downright adorable, even though only seconds later his own snowball was buried into my hair. The melted water running down onto my neck only fueled my desire to throw another. It was simply instinct for me to start making another…

Well start on it before he tackled me anyways.

“Whu- hey. What’s - what was that for?”

“Isn’t this more fun darlin’?”

“Twi come onnn.”

“I prefer this so much more [name]... unless you’d prefer that I go back to covering you with snow?”

“Oh so you’re playing like that then?”

If he wasn’t so stupidly strong I would so have flipped this on him already, but sadly he is stupidly strong even when he’s not putting any effort into it. Not that he’s really doing anything besides holding my wrists above my head and laughing lightly. 

“Are you planning on anything then?”

“Do you want me to do anything?”

“I - I mean… why wouldn’t I?”

Something shifted in his demeanour then, as he stopped laughing, his hands slipping to my waist as he stared into my eyes entranced. 

“You’d let me?”

“It’s you, twi of course I would.”

"... May I kiss you then?"

#sorry these will be a bit shorter from now on #I'm not doing well at all lol #fighting the urge to go completely awol and delete the entirety of my online presence currently ;-; #which is why I left the discord kgjvkjgv #but anyway writing is cheaper than therapy sooooo #gonna fight tooth and nail to keep on going even if it's a little less overall because I'm burning out a lil ig #january am I right? :) #moss✦writes #tp link x reader #link x reader #linked universe x reader #lu twilight #lu twilight x reader

[outro-jo]

new moon, new vibes

pairing: bang chan x gn reader

type: one shot

warnings: practicing witchcraft, mentions of deities, use of florida water, kinda spicy alluded at the end but nothing at all in detail… i can’t think of anything else 😂

notes: this is how i would practice but this is not a tutorial nor am i teaching you how to do things. if you want to practice witchcraft, please do your own research! this is just a self indulgent piece of writing and it is fiction 🫰🏻don’t come to me for questions lmao i’m sorry but i’m not a teacher. i just study for myself and incorporate things as i see fit. there are practitioners who teach, i am not one of them for my own idk… safety isn’t the right word bc like i’m protected but like mental health… i’m in and out of my practice sm it feels hypocritical to teach so just don’t ask 😂 i can give resources tho and google is ✨free✨ 🤍 also, i wouldn’t really request another one of these. the new moon in virgo said, “bitch, do something” 😂 sorry for the long disclaimer

please read info before requesting!

masterlist | info

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chris tracks the moon better than you do sometimes. never for any reason in particular other than sheer curiosity but this time it all just worked out. yes, he’s like three albums ahead in recording with bonus 3racha songs that will never see the light of day, but he was feeling the need to start working on a new album too. the boys creativity was spiking as well and they were getting restless. in other words, it was time to get to work, but chris needed a refreshing in his work space. normally he loved his studio, it was all you could do some days to get him out of it. sucked into his kaleidoscope hole of creativity until it finally set him free once the album was done. but the vibes were stale. he felt trapped lately, like his mind was racing with ideas of lyrics and melodies but none of them were clicking.

that’s where you come in.

nothing felt better to christopher after he just helped clean the house and then you banish the negative energy and cleanse the space. he knew it was time for some of that in his studio or he was gonna go insane.

your spirituality was nothing you hid especially from him. he grew up in the church so he kept his distance but was quietly observing. he still remembers the first night he watched you work.

the living room was dimly lit, windows open with the moon cascading light into the living room on your makeshift work station on the coffee table. the air swirled with smells of incense, oils, and herbs and you sit quietly as you worked. your playlist of music softly played in the background. chris didn’t say a word but he was enthralled with everything you did, almost attempting to ask what each thing was and how it worked but you seemed to be in a zone.

“ask, christopher.” you spoke up, not bothering to glance his way.

he awkwardly shifted in his seat on the floor as he cleared his throat, “what’s that do?”

he cringed at himself a little for sounding like a child but you couldn’t help but smirk at how adorable and clueless he was.

“well, this is a pretty basic banishing spell.” you continued into detail of your work and the reasoning, which worked out well for you because then you could further set your intentions into the spell. eventually that’s just how you would do your spell work, explaining things to him in detail and why you were doing things.

also, it always blew his mind how you always seemed to know things before they happened but you were never super obvious about it. one time you had warned him about a presence at work. his questions at the time went unanswered but then he came home in shock.

“how the hell did you know about Beomseok?” he was in utter disbelief.

you simply shrugged, “you have family on the other side wanting to protect you.”

ever since he thought there might be something to what you do and after some time of thought he came to you and said that however you wanted to use him in your practice, he was willing. you started out slow and decided that apollo would be a good fit to work with for him and his music. it started with regular cleansing and a sun charm you enchanted for him, but now chris was feeling the pull for more to be done.

“i need your help.”

you glanced up at him from your spot on the couch to give him your full attention as he moved to take a seat next to you. he seemed nervous as he shifted a bit.

“so, the moon is moving into pisces tonight and the guys and i are feeling a shift in our creativity and it’s a new moon but the energy in my studio is awful. so i was wondering…” chris stopped looking for you to finish the sentence as he wasn’t quite sure what he was even asking for.

you mimicked his head motions, trying to pick up what he was putting down. “you want me to cleanse your space?”

“i think so…” he breathed out a chuckle. “something, i dunno. whatever you do in here when we clean the house.”

you let out a laugh, finally understanding what he was trying to ask. “ok, yeah, so some incense, crystals?”

“yes! i like crystals.”

fuck, he was cute.

“yeah! let me get some stuff. oh! and by the window over there, grab a water bottle.” you pointed as you walked down the hall.

“one of these?”

“yep! it’s moon water. it’ll cleanse you too.” quickly you rushed out, stopping in front of him as he drank and showed the spray bottle in your hand. “florida water. gets rid of bad vibes. if we’re gonna do this we should cleanse ourselves.”

“oh! uh-ok.” he stood up straighter and squared off his shoulders in preparation.

“close your eyes and take a deep breath in…” you paused as he complied. “and out. good! now imagine a bright, warm, golden light surrounding you.”

after a minute, he nodded, “ok.”

“keep your eyes closed, and i’ll spray this now, ok?”

he nodded.

“perfect. keep drinking your water. do you remember what incense you liked best?” you rushed off again to gather supplies.

“ummm… oh! the dragon one!”

you giggled to yourself, “dragon’s blood?”

“yeah! it sounds cool.”

god, his intuition is insane.

you finished packing up your essentials and as the sun was setting you were able to head down to his studio. immediately when you walked in, you could tell exactly what he meant by the energy being off. the room, while not having any physical changes, felt stagnant and almost moldy without having the physical smell, but nothing you couldn’t fix.

“ok, top to bottom clean. dusting, clearing out trash, everything.” you told him.

chris nodded and immediately got to work. he was thankful to start with something he understood. while jype had regular cleaners, chris usually told them not to bother cleaning in here since he has things a certain way and he always intended to clean himself… he never did. the room already started to feel better with just a deep cleaning.

“what next?” chris asked eagerly.

“cleanse with some florida water and incense.” you explained, pulling it out of your bag.

this time when you used the florida water, you explained the history of the perfume to him and explained the use of herbs and ingredients, since you usually made it yourself. next was the incense and the properties of dragon’s blood, saying that it’s good for courage in pursuing creative projects that might be out of his comfort zone and that how there’s even science to back how the essential oils have increased activity in the left hemisphere of the brain.

“next, crystals. we charge them in the moon or sunlight.” you told him, raising the first one too him. “citrine, it’s heat treated amethyst that changes the color. it banishes negative energy and keeps you focused. also brings in abundance.” you finished him with a wink. each crystal you pulled out of your bag you gave an explanation and finally set everything up. finally you pulled out a golden stick candle with some herbs. “final thing, we’re gonna ask apollo for some help.”

“oh! the music guy! that’s a good idea!” chris exclaimed as he took the seat next to you at the desk.

everything felt different from the first time he saw you practicing your craft. before he was quiet and timid, afraid to ask questions and even participate. now, he was getting fully involved by helping make sigils with his intentions, carving them into the candle then applying herbs and oils. the two of you watched the candle burn down and chris already felt the energy in the room shift dramatically with new ideas for music pouring into his head. he couldn’t wait to get started but it was still a new moon and you two had other rituals to attend to.

#kpop #kpop imagines #kpop fanfic #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #stray kids #skz #stray kids scenarios #stray kids imagine #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #stray kids drabbles #straykids #stray kids reactions #stray kids imagines #bang chan #bang chan fanfic #bang chan fluff #bang chan imagines #bang chan imagine #bang chan fic #bang chan reactions #bang chan scenarios

[tommykinard6]

I don't mean to pile onto your bad day but I've been seeing a lot of creators on tiktok complain/compare the bucktommy and henren tags/fic count on ao3 because there's almost more bucktommy fics then there are henren fics. The number one claim is always that bucktommy writers are racist because we don't write for henren. But like, that's not correct at all? People can write fanfiction for whatever they want to. If they want to see more henren stuff then they can write it on their own.

We can coexist without fighting each other. I'm just tired of people screaming about how bucktommy is anti this or anti that, when we're just vibing by ourselves and don't want the drama but the drama finds us anyway because Sucky People are loud and get heard the most.

You’re good, anon. It actually gave me something to think about during work.

As a quick disclaimer, before we begin, I’m not a POC. I am not speaking for anyone in the Black community and am not attempting to speak over them. My following thoughts are as a queer woman-ish who is also a writer.

I think it must be noted that Hen and Karen have been overlooked since day one. The fact that Buck coming out made it the “gay firefighter show” when we’ve had a beautiful canonical lesbian couple since the very beginning? Is only proof. Is this proof of racism in the fandom? Maybe. Quite possibly. I would argue that it comes from a misogynistic point as well.

If you look in any fandom, regardless of the color of their skin, any wlw ship is horribly overlooked. I’ve done some tag searching on ao3. Straight and mlm ships battle for dominance while there are canonical and fanonical wlw ships that have a drastic difference in numbers. This isn’t a good thing. But it’s an experience that spans fandoms.

I find it sad that BuckTommy has almost more fics, with only two episodes under their belt, than Henren with 7 seasons. However, this isn’t a reason to hate on BuckTommy. The ship didn’t do anything wrong. Comparison is the thief of joy and it’s also rage bait. I think that some creators simply are using anything they can to hate on BuckTommy. Which that makes it sadder, that they aren’t concerned about Henren other than pushing their own agenda.

This isn’t to say all creators who are speaking about this are doing this, but I guarantee some are.

Now, let me speak as a writer.

As someone with 62 published fics on ao3, I write almost exclusively mlm ships. This isn’t because I hate women. And as a queer woman-ish, don’t even start about homophobia. But for some reason, I find it so much easier to write men than I do to write women. This is true for straight and wlw ships and also just in general. I love Henren, but I don’t have the faintest idea about how to write them.

It’s hard enough to write as it is and I’m already writing on ships that are easy for me. I try to write women and it just hasn’t come out right. I want to challenge myself, branch out, and maybe I’ll write for Henren to do that. But I say all this to point out that for some people like me, writing some ships and demographics of ships are just a little more difficult.

That leads me into something else.

I, as a white person, worry about accidentally writing non-white characters wrong. And this was reinforced not too long ago when we had that whole thing on ao3 with deliberate racism in 9-1-1 fics. If anyone has resources or advice for writing non-white characters, I would love to hear that! The last thing I want to do is cause any harm.

I feel like I’ve spoken a lot about me, but that’s because I can’t really speak for anyone else. I can only speak from my experience.

We already have a ship war between BuckTommy and Buddie. We don’t need to pit more people against each other. I think we can love BuckTommy while agreeing that Henren needs to be seen and appreciated and treated equally.

End note to say: I tried to speak as delicately and as sensitively as I could, but if anything came out wrong, please feel free to point it out (kindly). Again, I speak for no one but my very little section of the world. I’m interested to hear what people of other backgrounds have to add!

#911 abc #911 show #9-1-1 #tommy kinard #bucktommy #evan buckley #lou ferrigno jr #911 season 7 #tk6 answers #oliver stark #henren #henrietta wilson #hen wilson #karen wilson

[junnopons]

a guide to writing your sp

Before we continue, I wanna remind everyone real quick that you don’t need a template to script. You don’t even need a script, subliminals, or whatever. This is just for people, including me, who want to script as their method and don’t know where to start. This doesn’t have to be used for scripting an sp specifically. Feel free to use this to script your ideal self or whatever your heart desires. Also, to answer some questions about manifesting a sp in general (feel free to skip this, as this is probably gonna be the longest part of the blog 😭)

Q) what point of view do I need to write my script in? A) there isn’t any specific rule for how you write your script, except the rules you give yourself. feel free to write it however you wish

Q) does this person need to be in my life currently in order for me to manifest them? A) not at all. whether you want to manifest your childhood bestie, a complete stranger you met only yesterday, or a rando that looks, acts, and feels just like your favorite fictional character. you are truly limitless in who and what you can manifest

Q) how long will it take? A) as long as you want! 1 day, 12 years, 38 hours, 3 minutes, whatever! It’s just like manifesting something smaller like food or a phone. Although, if you still have doubts about your manifestation coming to you at the time you want I’d recommend working on self concept or repeating affirmations. You don’t have to though, ofc

Q) what if my sp is taken/not interested/or something else? A) now, with the knowledge of this being a rather controversial topic in the community feel free to take my opinion with a grain of salt. I personally don’t like messing with people’s relationships or feelings for any sort of gain, so I’d take that situation as an opportunity to manifest an even better version of your sp. this way no one gets hurt in the situation and you and your past sp can live happily

Q) what if I’m manifesting a fictional character/someone like a fictional character? How will that work? A) now, see I can’t exactly tell you the specifics of how it works (because tbh I don’t really know the specifics,) but I like to think about manifesting a fictional sp in two ways. 1. There are about 8 billion people on this earth right now. One of those 8 billion people are bound to have exactly your requirements, no matter how detailed or how simple they are. 2. There are countless amounts of realities, and just like when you script for reality shifting when you manifest you are also technically shifting to a reality with your desires. So what makes manifesting an sp any different

Feel free to send asks about anything else concerning this topic, I’ll be very happy to answer. Although, please don’t be rude or spam. That’s such a vibe killer (and no one wants to be a vibe killer). And with that, let’s discuss the guide to writing your sp.

With writing an sp I like to imagine it as writing a wiki page of an official character (or writing an introduction to an original character of yours). The way you write it won’t make a difference, but I like writing mine with lots of details. Something like

name | age | sexuality | gender | zodiac | workplace/occupation | nationality | ethnicity | extra extra extra

Next comes the appearance part. Personally I like to make sure my appearance part is detailed to help with visualization. I also like to make my sps look somewhat close to known celebrities. That way when wanting to visualize them I can use various forms of media. For example, if you’re sp looks a lot like Felix form stray kids feel free to use edits of him to visualize. There are many ways of writing an sp’s physical description. Such as

“my sp looks like Felix from straykids with yuzuru hanyu’s body “ or “my sp has *very specific facial feature from one celebrity* with *another specific facial feature from another celebrity*” or simply write it like “my sp has brown dyed hair with emerald green eyes”

You can also leave this part blank like every other part of your script. The possibilities are endless.

Then, I like to go into the backstory and personality. I do it in the same group of paragraphs personally because I like to see how the backstory affects the person I’m writing about to make sure it’s pretty realistic. I like writing this part in 3rd person, but feel free to write it anyway you choose to. Also feel free to take this as seriously as you want to. For those, like me, who need a backstory idea or help with writing what characteristics your sp might have because of their experiences I recommend visiting the “one stop for writers” website.

After that, I like to get into one of the fun parts, my sp’s relationship with others. Whether it’s their relationship with their mother, the relationship with your friends, or the relationship with your family. Just don’t forget to write about yourself.

Personally I like writing my sp’s relationships something like this: “[Name] and their mother unfortunately do not get along that well, mainly due to *blah blah blah blah*” but ofc you can always make it less detailed too. Something like “Sp’s relationship with mother - neutral” will work just as good. Allow whatever’s up there to fill in the gaps for you

I don’t necessarily believe you have to script anything after that. I like adding more things such as personal style, how we meet, talents and skills, inspirations, etc,. But nothing on here or on the guide is mandatory. As long as you have a basic idea of how you want your sp to be you don’t need all of this. And so with that, I think it’s time for me to go. Do note that this blog with always be updated in case I find spelling mistakes or new information, but if you have any questions about this part or any part of the guide don’t be afraid to ask. With that, I’m logging off. Peace.

#void state #manifesting #manifest #manifest sp #sp manifestation #manifesting blog #loa affirmations #loa #law of assumption #junno posts ✨

[gorpiepng]

hello! It's me again, the anon that requested a blogsy addicted reader! Wow, you write really fast. I just wanna say that you're amazing and hope great things come your way! While also taking breaks once in a while. So you won't get any writer's block.

I noticed that your asks are open again. 👉🏻👈🏻

And I apologize if you get requests about Pest so much, I just really love the beetle man. 🌹

But I would like to request a headcanon about pest and a player!reader that only visits the elevator every two weeks. So, the feelings are very very slow burn. I love slow burn stories istg, a plus if reader is also a mischievous lil' thief that steals miscellaneous stuffs of the people in the elevator.

That's all, and thank you very much for your hard work! 🌹

🪲 pest/player reader who’s also a thief

ahhhh hello welcome back!!! always good to see u again! i do tend to write pretty fast when i’m set on it and have the time lololol. thank you so much nonny, hope you enjoy :] p.s i may make this into a little series because i adore this concept and i’ve never written slow burn before teehee

pest isn’t too thrilled by your initial presence in the elevator. from one thief to another, you gave off quite the shady vibe, and he didn’t like that too much. the thought of competition in petty thievery irked him, but it’s not like they’d just walk right up to you and say that. no, they watch you with an (almost) blank stare whenever your guard is down, analyzing your characteristics from afar

but you left as soon as you came. pest wasn’t sure if they were happy about that or disappointed they couldn’t learn more. after all, that was a very short stay, having only been riding the elevator for a few floors. for a little while after that you didn’t leave his mind which formed very conflicting thoughts and predictions about you. normally pest didn’t care this much about anyone, but you were a special exception, given how similar your... ‘career paths’ were, and perhaps something else pest wasn’t coming to terms with yet.

right as pest finally kicked you out of his head, assuming you were just a one-time thing never to be seen again, you walked right into the elevator and stood directly next to him, holding eye contact as you did so. the feeling was mutual— you ALSO found him quite interesting, but you didn’t know much about them. because unlike pest, you didn’t watch people like a hawk. hm.

the only thing pest could think to do was scowl at you, prompting you to advert your gaze elsewhere. the last thing you wanted was trouble from a stranger who looks like they could kick your ass back into the stone age. pest didn’t mean to do that- it was on instinct really, but at least it allowed him some time to think. think about you, and how you work

he watches you steal things from various floors and bystander’s pockets. he’s anything but a snitch, he’s not going to rat you out anytime soon, but silently judges you for being less adept of a thief than he is. it really begins to boil down to how much better pest thinks they are than you, how they could even steal your own stolen property, which maybeeee they’ve thought about...

but that little trance they’re stuck in is quickly broken by the sound of your voice, “hey.” your tone didn’t appear to hold any underlying meaning so pest simply looked down at you with a neutral expression. “邪魔しないで,” was what you were met with, much to your dismay. it’s not even like you could infer what they were saying- you just couldn’t understand. it makes sense though as their sweater had Japanese lettering, to which you mentally facepalmed at for not noticing before.

pest had a tiny half-smirk at your confused look, one of your brows raised involuntarily. being able to speak a language to someone who doesn’t know a thing about it really made them feel more in control of the situation. expecting you to respond with a snarky comment or simply disengage like most would; pest begrudgingly watched you exit the elevator, only turning around to glance at him once. it made him feel a turmoil of emotions deep within his guts that cluttered his mind with thoughts, knowing he wasn’t going to see you again for a while. they needed more time. more time with you, to understand how you work, and that’s all. pest hated the feeling of being SO intrigued by someone yet being unable to obtain all the information they need.

next time, pest thought. next time, they’ll make sure you don’t step off that elevator without a little talk. it’s just waiting so long for that ‘next time’ that makes him so much more desperate.

#regretevator #regretevator x reader #roblox #roblox x reader #pest #pest x reader #pest regretevator

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Shiv's Salon: Javier Peña

I love you so much @imaswellkid and anon for sending our favourite DEA agent to Shiv! Truth to be told, I was dying for someone to do so. I shouldn't pick favourites, but I had the best time writing this. Javier has the same grumpy vibes as Frankie that Shiv loves riffing off with. Maddie and anon, I hope you enjoy this, my lovelies!

646 words | warnings: mention of tight pants and muscles, Shiv is shameless, I recycled a bit of this post in this drabble.

Ok. You’ll admit it. You didn’t make the best first impression. But it’s not your fault.

He was all big hands on narrow hips, broad shoulders in a tight raspberry red shirt. Even his tidy moustache seemed to be frowning at you when he snapped, 'My eyes are up here, lady.'

You wished you had more shame. But you don’t. Instead, you grinned. 'I was looking at your - belt. Buckle. Belt buckle. It’s a - very nice belt.'

Frankie, bless his soul, scoffed from behind you where he was manning the counter. ‘Seriously Shiv? I’m standing right here.’

But still, he doesn’t need to be this grumpy. You haven’t been able to get anything out of him other than how he wanted his hair cut.

'Same. But shorter.'

You get to work, swinging into position on your squeaky swivel stool. 'So - you’re from out of town?'

Grunt.

'Visiting family?'

Grunt.

'Not much of a talker, huh?'

Grunt.

You grin at his petulance. After all, you always break them.

You turn for a split second to get the clipper from the neighbouring styling station. When you circle back, he already has a cigarette dangling from his thin lips and a lighter in his hands, his thumb on the sparkwheel - and you physically dive at him to knock it out of his hand.

'Are you fucking kidding me, man?’ you yell as the lighter hits the ground with a clink. ‘There's hairspray everywhere.'

He glares at you, hands open in exasperation as he plucks the cigarette from mouth and flings it crankily onto the table. 'What's the big fucking deal? I always smoke at the barber's down in Colombia.'

Despite your exasperation, you arch an eyebrow and grin - there's your opening. 'So... Colombia, huh? What do you do down there?’

Rolling his eyes, he lies unapologetically. ‘I’m a janitor.’

You smile back pleasantly. ‘Sure. If you can tell me the difference between a broom and a mop, I’ll believe you.’

He crosses his arms and pouts, which isn’t fair, because it just makes his biceps pop.

‘I thought so,’ you say conversationally, turning on the electric clipper. ‘Are you a spy?

‘Nope.’

‘Diplomat?’

‘Nope.’

‘Undercover police?’

He’s desperate enough to glance back at Frankie at the counter, who’s watching you two like a hawk. ‘Help me.’

Even he takes pity on your customer. He advises sagely, ‘It’s easier to not resist.’

With a deep sigh, the man in the chair pins you with a grouchy glare, and answers, ‘I’m in the DEA.’

‘What’s that?’

‘Drug Enforcement Administration. I take down drug cartels.’

Your eyebrows reach for your hairline. ‘Wow. Tough job, huh?’

He shrugs. ‘Bit late to change careers now.’

You make short work of his haircut - he clearly is a man who takes care of himself, and the way his hair grows tells you that he goes to a good barber regularly, so it’s an easy job for you.

He meets you at the counter after you clean him up, making sure there are no bits of hair stuck to his neck or his shirt. He reaches for his wallet in his back pocket (how does he fit anything in those ridiculous jeans?) and asks, ‘How much?’

‘It’s on the house.’

Both him and Frankie look at you in surprise. ‘Why?’

‘Thank you for your service,’ you reply simply, offering him your hand.

He shakes it, a bit warily, his hand easily engulfing yours. He hesitates, then mumbles, ‘Peña. Javi Peña.’

You grin and give him your name. ‘It’s a pleasure, Agent Peña.’

Frankie nods at the man with begrudging respect as he pushes himself off the counter and walks towards the door. When he reaches the threshold, you call out. ‘Hey, Javi.’

He turns around, almost puppy-like big brown eyes staring at you in a question.

You wink at him. ‘Thanks for wearing those tight pants, too.’

Fuck Yeah 1.2k Sleepover

#fuckyeah1200sleepover #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña fanfiction #shiv's salon

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OC in 15 - Kira Kingston

rules: share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture the character/personality/vibe of the OC. Bonus points for just using dialogue without other details about the scene, but you're free to include those as well!

Thank you @deepinifhell for tagging me! With her permission, I will be doing a little bit of borrowing from @delucadarling's that have featured Kira, simply because I'm not sure I have enough of my own writing to fill the slots! Dialogue borrowed from her will be marked with an asterisk 😊 Without further ado! 1. “It’s fine,” She says, offering him a determined smile. “If we’re working together I suppose I ought to get used to it sooner rather than later, right?”

2. “That must have been a big change,” Kira says carefully. “Do you miss it?”

3. "I feel like you’ll be facing more danger than I do. The biggest threat I’ll be dealing with is wayward needles."

4. Kira laughs. “I won’t force you too if you think it’d be too boring.”

5. “...Now that that’s settled,” Kira says, clearly pleased with her partner,  “let’s go ahead and get started.”*

6. “I didn’t have a lot of choice, but I can’t say I regret taking the job,” Kira says. “I wanted to help people, you know? And even if Wayhaven is usually a quiet town, I felt certain that I could best help with the new position.”*

7. She gives herself a little shake and squares her shoulders. “Come, let’s get to work – we have a lot to do.”

8. “You’re teasing me.” “I am,” Kira admits. “But you always look so adorable when you’re serious.” 

9. “I’d like to have you there,” Kira tells her. “And I know you'd like to meet her.”

10. “I love you,” she says, whisper-soft. “I think I could do anything with you at my side.” 

11. “No, but you’re alright, aren’t you?” Kira says, turning to give Barbie another once over. Barbie nods. “Then I can move on to my second concern, which is why is Bobby here?”*

12. “Which shirt are you going to wear? Do you need it pressed?” She asks. “I was thinking that green one,” Nat points to where the blouse in question is currently hanging off a hook in Kira’s open wardrobe.

13. Kira nods, a grim expression on her face. “I’ve heard that can be a problem. I feel pretty lucky to not have to worry about that much. The most I have to deal with is the mayor and the police captain, but they’re both usually so busy puffing their chests out at each other that I think I’ll be able to fly under the radar. Run things properly, you know?"*

14. “I carry a mini first aid kit for things just like this,” Kira says, her tone cheerful, blissfully unaware that there’s a shark in the water.*

15. Detective Kingston brightens up with a smile. “Isn’t it just? I grew up here, you know. My whole life, except for college. I couldn’t stay away.”

It was fun to dig around to find fun lines for Kira! And follow up asks about them are always welcome :3c

As a bonus thank-you for reading here's some of the very first Kira & Nat art I did, from about a year ago!

In return I'll tag @delucadarling @serially-wayhaven/@serial-chillr @nat-seal-well @evilbunnyking @agentnatesewell @nsewell @topaz-carbuncle and anyone else who'd like to do it!

#tag meme #kira kingston #forgive me if anyone is double tagged #and thank you for reading!

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Prove Me Wrong (Jujutsu Kaisen)

Heyo! Guess who's back with more of the OG chaos trio? This girl! I freaking love them your honor- and after rewatching JJK 0 recently (as of writing this anyway) I wanted more fluff with them- and so I made it :3 I hope y'all like it! :D

CW: Swearing

Cloud 9 (Taglist Peeps):

@thatbigbisexual29 @duckymcdoorknob @gladdygirl18 @baby-tickles2022 @cupcake-spice13 @rachi-roo

Summary: Gojo refuses to believe Shoko isn't ticklish- so he convinces Geto to help prove her wrong. Things get silly.

Shoko Ieriri was without a doubt, a hundred percent ticklish. Gojo knew this like the back of his hand.

He…didn’t have any actual proof of this information, but the vibes were there- she had to be!

“You can’t just decide someone’s ticklishness based on a feeling.” Geto rolled his eyes when Gojo declared his theory, finishing off the last of his soda. “Besides- we’ve tried tickling her before, remember? She didn’t even react.”

“Well yeah- she wasn’t ticklish on her sides! That doesn’t mean she isn’t ticklish somewhere else!” Gojo was slumped in his spot beside him, arms over the back of the bench, his abandoned can of cola a delightful trap for bugs. “I bet she’s one of those people who you need to turn on their ticklishness- has that one spot that when prodded, it sets off the rest of them!”

“Or she could just be immune.” Geto reached across him, stealing the remaining cola before the local wasp could. “Some people are. Maybe it’s a reverse curse thing.”

“Yeah but anyone can learn that- hell; I bet I could!”

“Probably. Then you’d never be ticklish again.” Geto jabbed his side, making him spasm and scrunch. “Or it’d make it worse. It’s always so tingly when she does it- the whole healing thing. You can barely handle it.”

“She touches too softly, that’s all.” He fussed, cheeks dusting as he sank in his seat once more. Geto smiled around the can. He went to drink.

Without any warning, Gojo jabbed him in the hip.

“GE-AH!” The other boy wheezed, soda spitting everywhere as he coughed and choked.

“That’s what you get. Now- are you gonna help me or not?” Gojo raised a brow, eyes dancing when Geto glared at him.

“Fine. But first- I’m gonna kick your ass!”

~~~

“Hey.” Shoko waved at Gojo as she walked in, kicking her shoes off by the door. “What’s up, Satoru?”

“Hello, my dearest Shoko. Please- come in and have a seat.” He waved his hand in a flourish, the table a semi-organized mess of notebooks, pens, textbooks and snacks.

 The medic made a low sounding whistle, brows raised at the spread. “And here I thought you were full of shit about studying. Bummer- I was looking forward to goofing off.” Shrugging, she came over and took a seat, immediately grabbing a bag of sour cream chips. “Where’s Suguru?”

“He’s running late- likely talking up some pretty girl in town.” Gojo leaned into his hands, eyes dancing. “Can you believe it? He actually has admirers!”

“Jealous?” Shoko smiled around a chip, earning a tongue stuck out at her.

“Please- I’m simply too hot to handle.” While he talked, his eyes found Geto’s looming shadow by the hall, waiting for his cue. Time to get this show on the road.

“So, Shoko darling. What would you say are the biggest drawbacks of your curse technique?” Lead her in- nice and slow.

“What’s with all the darlings and dearests? Are you practicing for Suguru?” She tilted her head at him before growing thoughtful. “I guess the biggest drawback is fatigue. Reverse curse technique- it takes a lot out of you.”

“Ah, I see. What else? I’m curious!” Gojo leaned in, fully engaged. Geto moved closer in steady paces.

“Knew you were full of shit. Hm…well, it’s a high demand technique, so I’m always busy. And I suppose walking in on gruesome sights is another bummer. Oh- and my friends try to use it as a distraction technique to get the jump on me.”

Geto froze- face blank. Gojo’s glasses drooped.

Silence.

“Suguru, do it!” Gojo cried before anyone could move.

“Right! Take THIS!” Geto shot his hands into her armpits, wiggling his fingers.

The reaction was…

“Ah. So you’re still trying to tickle me, huh?” She blinked at him boredly, something amused in her smile at Geto’s blank stare. “Go ahead- I already told you I’m not ticklish.”

“T-There’s got to be somewhere! Here?” He tried her neck. Shoko merely rolled it to the side.

“Here?” Gojo scrambled around the table, squeezing her hip.

“It’s got to be bad here!” Geto pressed into her ribs.

“This is a good spot!” Gojo poked her belly.

“Oh ho ho. Please, guys stop. I’m soooooo ticklish.” Shoko snickered, unfazed by their antics. No matter where they touched, she was unmoved, finishing off the last of her chips. “I can’t handle it. Please, don’t.”

“My god.” Gojo sat back, wide eyed and mildly spooked. “She’s a god.”

“Unfazed and untouched.” Geto put his hands on his hips, shaking his head.

“Praise me.” She flexed, satisfied. “My turn- which one of you got the bright idea?”

“Satoru.” Geto wasted no time.

“T-Traitor!” Gojo cried, scrambling back just as Shoko went to grab him. “He helped though! Get him first!”

“Nah. I like tickling you more. You make funny noises.” She dived, grabbing his ankle as Gojo tried to wiggle free. Within seconds she was upon him, sitting by his hips as her fingers worked along his torso. “See what I mean?”

“Aheahhahahahhahahha! S-Shohohohohohokoohohohohohooho! Gehahahahhahaa, nohohohohohohohohohoohoo!” The pale haired teen was a mess of giggles almost immediately, flopping like a fish out of water as he batted at her hands. “Dohohohooohn’t tihiihhihickle mehehehehehehehe!”

“Heh- I tried to tell you, Satoru.” Geto snickered, eyes falling to Shoko as he watched her work. She was sitting on her knees, socked feet tucked under her butt as she carried on pinching Gojo’s waist.

…..Hm….

Without any warning, he dragged a finger down her sole.

“AH!” A sharp squeal shot out of her mouth, full body spasming at the feeling. Geto stared, brows raised. Gojo was equally stunned, staring at the reverse curse user with equal amazement.

“Oh my GOD! I freaking knew it! You’re ticklish!” Gojo cackled, pumping his fist in the air like a happy child. “Shoko’s ticklish! Shoko’s tickli-EEHEHEEHEHE!”

“Eh. So I am- but you’re more.” She grinned, prodding the terrible spot along his lower third rib. “See what I mean? Funny noises.”

“AEHHHAHAHHAHA! SKEHEHHHEHHEHE! SUHUHUHUGUHUHHUURU HEHEHEHEHELP!” Gojo cried out, flailing his hands for mercy. “GEHEHHEHEHT EHHEHEHEHEHEHER!”

“So demanding…” Geto grinned before shuffling over, hands raised and fingers clawed. “Here I come~”

~~~

It was safe to say Geto tried.

The moment his fingers touched Shoko’s foot, she all but flailed, arm swinging backwards and knocking him sideways. Before she could check on him though, Gojo all but leaped across- tackling a groaning Geto and going right for the hips. 

"SAHHAHAHAHTAHAHHAHRU YOU SHIIHIHIIHIT!"

"Hehe, gotcha Sugu-EHEHEHEH SHOKO!"

"Hehehehehe~"

More antics ensued. A foot connected with Gojo’s stomach- likely Shoko’s, one of Geto’s curses came out (“Let’s kiss!” “GET THE HELL OFF ME!”) and the little table of snacks and books that weren’t even real textbooks went tumbling over with a kick.

When the dust finally settled, the three of them were spread out across the carpet of Gojo’s apartment, giggly and exhausted.

“Heh…hehehe..new ruhuhle. No suhuhuhuhmoning curses.” Gojo declared, earning a tired round of “Hurrahs” from his friends.

“Ihihin my defense- I was gohoing for the hahands.” Geto huffed, rubbing his jaw with a snicker. “That’s ohohne hell of a right hook, Shoko.”

“Heh. Bet.” She sat up, patting herself down until she found her cigarettes. “I’m gonna take a smoke break.” She reached out, pressing her fingers into his cheek until the bruise was no longer there. “Sorry about that.”

Once the door shut, Gojo grinned, raising a tired hand. “Told you she was ticklish!”

“She’s also violent when tickled.” Geto rolled his eyes, slapping it anyway. “Was it worth it?”

They sat there, reflecting for a moment. Her laugh was so….gremlin-like. Snickery and snorty, shrill at points. Completely different than you’d expect from her…

“Worth it.” They nodded.

Thanks for reading!

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[contentconsumer]

but you don’t like coffee?

a/n: just something to get me back into writing and rn i’m crushing so hard on steve harrington, maybe a future series? just some fluff lol, not my gif!

word count: 1k(ish)

requested?: no, requests are closed but ships are OPEN

pairing: steve harrington x reader

warnings?: usual stranger things vibes/warnings, steve being wholesome, 

summary: mutual pinning between the scoops ahoy worker and the barista across the food court.

robin was sick and tired of watching steve stare at the new girl across the mall. ever since you started working at a cafe opposite scoops ahoy in the food court, steve had suddenly taken a new found enthusam for being on the front desk - and robin wasn’t stupid, she had noticed his ‘slightly creepy’ staring at the poor girl who she remembered from their shared timed in high school. what was also creeping robin out was the fact steve was now early to his shifts, steve was many things but early was not one of them. robin’s breaking point was when she picked up on the fact steve had stopped trying to hit on every teenage girl who entered a 5 foot radius. 

on this particular wednesday robin could make out your figure clearing tables, simply minding your own business, with a sigh she turns to face steve who’s eyes are already following you, “why don’t you just talk to her?” “talk to who?” steve tries to play dumb, “the cafe girl you’ve been ooggling for the past 2 weeks” “her name is Y/N” “oh, she has a name!” robin claps her hands sarcastically, “brillant, so enlighten me - why do you know her name?” “because we went to high school with her” steve raises an eyebrow finally taking his gaze of you to stare at robin, “steve, do you really expect me to believe you remember a girl from high school who you probably never spoke to.” “how do you know i never spoke to her?” steve counters “did you ever speak to her?” “no, but-” “there is no but, why do you know her name? oh my god- have you been stalking this poor girl?” “what? NO! i just may have started visiting their cafe everyday before or after my shift” steve admits somewhat sheepishly “so you’re telling me that you’ve spoken to this girl” robin gestures wildly with her hands, “but not asked her out of made a move? thats not very king steve of you” she uses quotation marks with her fingers, “look, i’ve tried but she’s just” steve looks around exasperatedly, “different” robin gasps, “she makes you nervous” “no, i never said that!” “but that’s what it is, isn’t it? isn’t it?” robin repeated over and over poking steve in the side causing steve to lose his temper and bickering to occur, what they don’t realise while caught up in their argument is you walking into the store, in fact neither of them have any clue you’re there until you cough slightly and mumble a very quiet, ‘excuse me’.

the pair in front of you physically jump apart at the sound of your voice, “sorry i um didn’t mean to scare y’all” you cringe, “i was just wondering if you guys had any spare whipped cream we’ve ran out? i know it sounds so stupid but theres this kid at the cafe i work at right now having a full on meltdown because i said i couldn’t put any on his hot chocolate and i swear to god if i have to listen to a 2 year old screech in my fucking ear one more time i’m gonna loose it” you press your lips together offering a smile after your small rant.

for once in her life robin decides to actively help steve out by giving him the chance to reply to you yet after an awkward amount of silence she glances at him out of the corner of her eye to find his cheeks a deep crismon, he is nervous, she thinks before deciding to cut in to help whatever the fuck is going on, “uh yeah we do, i’ll go grab some!” she wanders off leaving you and steve again in silence, slightly cursing him to do something - anything. 

you cannot take much more of steve’s gawking at you, “so how's it going?” you offer a conversation starter, this helps snap steve out of his daze, “uh yeah, it’s um, it’s going - h-h-how are you?” he slightly stumbles over his words and you can see a red creep up his neck, “yeah i’m good” and soon you fall into a small conversation in which you decide to ask, “i was actually wondering if maybe you want-” “i got it!” robin reappears cutting off your almost-date proposal, with a sigh you slap on a smile and take the cream from her, “thanks so much,” you start to back out of the store, “oh and steve? i’ll have your regular ready for you tomorrow” you smile, “you’re a lifesaver” steve calls after you, his mind racing through what just happened and if you were going to ask what he thought you were going to, “your regular?” robin cocks an eyebrow, “black coffee.” steve mumbles, “steve!” robin exclaims “you don’t even like coffee!” “i might” “no you don’t and that’s a fact! once i let you try some of mine to which you said and i quote it tastes like ‘satans asshole’” “well maybe it’s grown on me” “no,” robin tuts “Y/N has grown on you” robin teases, “yeah well you ruined that chance,” steve pouts slightly, “what?” his best friend stares blankly at him, “she was gonna ask me something but you cut her off with your stupid cream!” “she asked for the cream!” “well you couldn’t wait 5 minutes?” steve shrugs with wide eyes waving his arms manically. 

you wander back across the mall, and a sigh escapes your lips once you get back to your cafe, where your friend and co-worker is staring at you with an expectant gaze, “well?” she asks, to which you shake your head, “i didn’t get to ask him, i got interrupted.” “ah too bad kid,” Y/B/F says ruffling, “well there's always tomorrow, when he comes in for his coffee which he throws away after talking to you” “yeah” you giggle, “there’s always tomorrow” “and once he says yes to going out with you please stop staring at him across the food court, you’re making many families and myself uncomfortable with you eye undressing” “hey!” you get defensive “i don’t eye-” “yes, yes you do Y/N” a blush covers your face, “in my defense, i think it’s the hair” this leaves both you and your coworker in an abundance of laughter all while robin and steve are back in another argument, going back and forth about how ‘robin ruined the moment’. 

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