#they always turn on the washing machine at 10 at night?

[loguetowns]

sweet dreams

roronoa zoro x reader

kiss me through the phone

1.2k words

a/n: this was inspired by this haikyuu fanfic (pls read if ur a sakusa enjoyer, i promise you it's worth the read!!). anyways, i feel like zoro is always the one i write for as my first fic back from a hiatus hehe

sleep usually comes to zoro quite easily, greeting him like an old friend. tonight, however, it evades him like he’s offended it. he’s restless, tossing and turning, back and forth, until he finally gives up.

he looks at the clock.

it’s been 2 minutes.

ugh, fuck it.

he sits at the edge of the bed, reaching for the snail sitting on his bedside table. the receiver rests between his ear and his shoulder as he dials, leg bouncing up and down as he waits for the voice he’s so desperate to hear.

purururururu-

“hello?"

your voice is a little fuzzy through the phone, and zoro presses the receiver even closer to his ear.

“hi.”

for a second, there's only silence and zoro frowns. nami did warn him that there was a storm hitting the island. it’s also really late.

maybe it wasn't such a good idea to call-

and then your laughter comes through, finding him like a ray of sun peeking through dark clouds.

“zoro, what even- i have so many questions!”

at the sound of your voice, he can feel a wave of comfort wash over him. he sinks into his bed and, instinctively, he smiles.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah!” you giggle. "where did you get a den den mushi? why are you calling? shouldn’t you be asleep?”

before he can answer, you gasp. “wait,” your voice drops to a whisper. “did you… did you steal a phone?”

you sound so horrified and zoro laughs — earnestly, truly, and oh-so easily. somehow, happiness is so effortless with you.

“zoro!” you chastise him, scandalized at his laughter. “tell me you didn’t!”

he nestles into his pillows. with you in his ear, it almost feels like you're right next to him.

“i'm a pirate, not a thief.” he huffs. “nami was hoarding a couple in her room and with a little - ahem - negotiating, she let me use one.”

“oh boy,” zoro can hear you shuffle in bed. “i hope you didn't trade the rest of your life savings just for a snail.”

“life savings? you mean the 10 berries i hold to my name?”

“uh, have you seen your bounty? you hold a lot more than 10 berries to your name.”

“you keeping tabs on me?“

"of course i am," you say it so matter-of-factly that zoro can't help but grin. he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror — god, he looks as lovesick as the stupid cook.

but he doesn't hate it.

“i know it's late but don't act like you weren't still up. i know you don't sleep.”

“maybe i can't sleep because i don't have my white noise machine here with me.”

he scoffs, “is that what i am to you? just white noise while i sleep?”

“please.” zoro smiles; he can practically hear you roll your eyes. “you're lucky you can't hear yourself snore. and you should consider it a compliment! it means it's useful to have you in bed.”

“just useful, huh? i feel like mind-blowing might be a better way to describe my performance in bed.”

you click your tongue and zoro laughs. it's truly amazing how you can still make him feel so weightless from across the seas.

“always so cocky,” you tsk. “is that a job requirement when you sign up to be a pirate or something?”

“if it was, chopper and usopp would've never made the cut.”

“don't pick on them!” zoro hears a soft thud! as you fall back against your pillows. “gosh, it feels like forever since i've seen them.”

“because it has been. they miss you."

after a beat, he adds, “i miss you.”

“i miss you too.”

for a moment, neither of you speak. all he hears is the patter of rain in the background and when he closes his eyes, he can imagine you cozy in bed with a window open. you always love the sound of rain at night.

“i'm excited to see you all tomorrow,” you say quietly.

“yeah, but me the most, right?”

“of course.”

he sighs, looking out the window at the night sky, moonlit and cloudless. he wishes that it was rain instead — because that would mean he’s not so far away.

“i wish i could see you right now.”

you laugh and zoro can picture the way your eyes crinkle when you do, “i think you can wait a few hours.”

“actually,” he says. “accounting for the storm, it'll take us another 16 hours. but who's counting?”

“definitely not you.”

“definitely not.”

“you're just always impatient.”

“correct.”

“patience is a virtue, you know.”

“i'm not virtuous.”

“no, you're ridiculous.” the affection in your voice makes zoro's heart ache. there’s more rustling, and he wishes for nothing more than to be under the covers with you.

tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

“go to sleep.” it's like you can read his mind. “i promise time will pass by a lot faster if you do.”

zoro stares at the moon, wondering if it knows that it'll never come close to outshining you.

“tell me a story first.”

“what?”

“tell me a bedtime story.”

“now?” you sigh. “but it’s so late. my brain cells stop working after business hours.”

“yeah, but i’m a vip client.”

“sorry, we don't do after-hours services.”

“if you do, i promise to give you a present tomorrow.” he reaches over to grab the aforementioned gift from his bedside, as if you’d be able to see it through the phone.

“a present?” curiosity colours your pretty voice. “wait, it better not be something lame, like a... kiss or a hug.”

“i dare you to call my kisses lame to my face.”

“or what, big boy?” you tease.

“oh, you don’t wanna know,” he warns. “i am a pirate after all.”

“ooh, so scary. i better do what the scary pirate says.”

and with that, zoro smiles to himself. he opens your present, playing with the contents as he gets comfortable, eyes closing as he waits for you to start.

you're not even halfway through your story before his snores travel through the snail, and you shake your head with endearment. your heart longs for him the way his wants you. you were only half-joking earlier; it really is that much harder for you to sleep without him.

there is nothing more comforting than the sound of zoro’s gentle slumber, the feel of his breath against your skin as he snuggles close, chest against your back, an arm snaked around your waist.

a sigh echoes in your lonely room. you should really take your own advice; tomorrow will come faster if you sleep.

you choose not to hang up. instead, you place the receiver next to your pillow and you pull up the covers, ready to join zoro in dreamland.

“good night,” you whisper to the rain, the moon, and your lover.

“i can’t wait to be with you.”

and from across the ocean, zoro sleeps soundly with starlight illuminating his room, catching the edges of a ring falling out of his hand — one with glittering diamonds, that he's spent days picking out, that he'll offer on one knee as he confesses,

i can’t wait to be with you,

for the rest of our lives.

#roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader #roronoa zoro fluff #zoro fluff #one piece x reader #¡! ❞ [ fics ] #man what tags do i even use anymore

[luvring]

ASTROLOGY BOT

1.2k words, just timeskip akaashi overthinking and crushing on gn!reader. LOL

akaashi has always considered himself ‘on the fence’ when it comes to superstitions and signs from the universe.

he might say ghosts aren’t real, but never goes near a supposedly haunted site just in case. he’ll ignore videos titled “for you” if he can’t relate, say it must have been a sign only after something goes wrong, and never acts on them even if he knows he has to.

but he can’t deny that he thinks about it throughout the day when it’s something he hopes is true—that maybe he’s tried out a few filters and trends to see if you, his crush of way too long, were his soulmate.

it’s bokuto this time, though, that sends him a sign.

a tweet, really.

an astrology bot on twitter that tweeted 17 minutes ago— “sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you, too.”

AKAASHI!!!

i told you!!!

i turned their post notifications on to see if they’d say anything funny again and LOOK!!!!

keiji watches his friend’s texts come in through as notifications, eyes mostly fixed on the tweet, re-reading it over and over.

it’s a minute before he texts back.

it’s just a bot bokuto

it doesn’t actually mean anything

but bokuto is typing replies in mere seconds,

awwwww come on :((

remember when they were like

be careful virgo they don’t have the best intentions >:(

and IT WAS ABOUT ME ALMOST GETTING SCAMMED!! THEY STOPPED A SCAM!!! O____O

whats the worst thing that could happen???

i mean.. well…at least the worst thing that could happen ISNT u losing a bunch of money T_____T

imagine if u lost hundreds of dollars bc u confessed ;——; scary…

keiji breathes out a laugh.

i won’t lose hundreds of dollars but it’d haunt me for the rest of my life like every other embarrassing thing that’s ever happened and u know that

but thank you

i’ll think about telling them

he’s vaguely aware of bokuto sending another text with his name in all caps before he turns off his phone. it lands somewhere beside him on his comforter, and he takes off his glasses if only to run his hands down his face.

there’s a feeling he gets, akin to both butterflies and a 10 meter drop, when one of these bots decides to let his imagination get away from him.

for a few minutes keiji lets himself think it might be true, and that you think about going on dates with him the same way he does with you.

the latest idea he had was taking you to a new board game cafe that had opened nearby. he had skipped then swiped back up to its ad—a perfect spot for couples looking to spice up a regular cafe date!

he hadn’t closed his curtains properly that night, and the moon lit up his room while he stared at the ceiling. would you be competitive? would you rather play a co-op game?

would you see him sipping on his drink, and ask to have a taste?

he thought about how he might accidentally have some foam above his lip, and how you’d softly laugh before tapping above your own to signal his appearance. he cringed at the possible humiliation of looking silly in front of you, but it went away with the foam you’d gently swipe with your thumb, or maybe even hold his face to kiss away instead. you’d tease him and say it was as sweet as him.

but it’s nonsensical.

as far as keiji knows, whoever runs the account is using a random generator to pick a sign and bullshitting every tweet in their drafts.

it’s almost always only a sentence anyway.

but does that mean it’s a sign that this one was two?

keiji forces himself to stop thinking and takes a deep breath, letting the warmth hit his palms still covering his face. silence washes over him, and he lets his ears focus on the traffic outside, and the sound of the washing machine running a couple of rooms away.

but then he thinks about you. and he scrunches his eyes shut and groans, hands moving to grip his hair before he rolls over onto his stomach.

there’s a thud as his phone hits the ground while he pulls the blanket to cover his head.

sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you, too.

sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you, too.

not just tell them you like them, as if it was a shove to be courageous for once, but they like you, too.

did you like him, too?

was he good enough for you to like him?

did you hate him?

was he going to trust an astrology bot as uninformed about your feelings as he was?

maybe more importantly, was he going to let a bot dictate whether he finally confesses to you after almost a year of pining? a year based on the fact that one day you held the elevator door open for him with a smile and already knew what floor he needed?

(you had noticed him as the new employee, though he didn’t notice you while busy getting used to his job. he made sure to note the fact you got off the floor above him so he could press the button for you next time.)

and keiji doesn’t really believe in signs or the supernatural. he doesn’t want to let himself, because if he does then there’s probably a ghost in that shut-down building on his way to work, he’s gotten himself twenty years of bad luck, and he’s big enough of a coward that the universe decided to take it upon itself to tell him that itself.

but he’s hiding under his blanket when the absurdity of it all hits him—the anxiety and what-ifs and pretending he didn’t know you liked going for lunch a little earlier than him, and that he didn’t plan his break to say hello—and he feels like he’s sixteen again.

and maybe if there’s one thing he doesn’t want to feel other than being rejected, he thinks it’s being sixteen again.

so he jolts up.

and somewhere, in the back of his mind, keiji wonders if the universe jolted up with him, excited to see where this goes.

adrenaline working, he reaches for his glasses and fumbles to put them on with one hand while the other feels the floor to find his phone. the bright screen makes him squint, and the notification of bokuto’s “AKAASHIII :((” welcomes him before anything else.

sagittarius, tell them you like them. they like you too.

the tweet seems to be engraving itself into his mind as his shaky fingers hold his phone, and he taps your icon.

he skims the last text you had sent,

thanks keiji!! i’ll see u tomorrow then :) and remember we get off early!

it's a little embarrassing how his chest tightens at you his name and a smiley face. but he goes to type one himself, spending a second to mentally tell the astrology account they’re changing lives, but nothing more or else he thinks he might throw up—

btw if you’re free, did you want to grab food after work? there’s a cafe i wanted to check out with you :)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #akaashi x reader #akaashi fluff #haikyuu x gn!reader #hmm.... going 2 make a ramble post 4 this

[lucifersimp333]

MC's Rope

NSFW

18+ ONLY

MINORS DNI AND DO NOT READ

MINORS AND AGLESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED

LuciferXmc

Reader has female anatomy

( I fucking love how Lucifer looks in this photo, I had to use it)

Though Lucifer always had a soft spot for you, you managed to piss him off enough to be strung by the ceiling. You allowed Mammon to persuade you in to one of his money making schemes, and of course it didnt go as planned. You caught Lucifer on a bad day, and though he didn't tie your restraints as tight as he does with his brothers, you're still suspended from the ceiling.

About 30 minuets being suspended from the ceiling, he decided to check on you to see how you're holding up to your restraints. You're human, which means you're fragile. He walks in the hallway you're hung in and the smell of your arousal smacks him in the face. He can smell when you're aroused, thanks to his demon powers. "Hey Lucifer!" you say as you're hung by your torso, arms tied behind your back. "Hello, MC" he says. He keeps a calm look on his face, but inside his thoughts are swirling. Do you like being punished? Is this turning you on as much as he feels turned on? " I assume you want to be released now." he says as he steps closer to you, reaching his hand up to a stray piece of rope to let you down, hiding his arousal. " Nah, I don't mind being here." you brush off, giving him a slight smile. His hand stops in his tracks, and he can't help but grow a sinister smirk. He puts his hand back down to his side. " Very well, I'll let you be." he says as he turns away from you and walks down the hall, feeling his pants getting tight. That's just what he did, let you be. He let you hang there for the rest. Hours later Satan finally found you and decided to get you down, mentally cursing Lucifer for letting a human be suspended in the air for hours on end.

Time passes and dinner is finished. As you're at the table cleaning up your plate, Lucifer announces " MC, come to my room in 10. We need to discuss a few things." You eyes widen and you quickly glance at Mammon. " oooooooo, I smell a lecture! ~" Asmo sings. "See what happens when you hang out with Mammon? You get in to all sorts of trouble! Next time you're bored, just come to my room instead, MC~". You give Asmo and Mammon a quick worried glance as you wash your dishes. Great, you're going to spend the rest of your night hearing Lucifer nag about your decisions made with Mammon. You got bored and decided to go to the casino with Mammon, how were you supposed to know he was trying to rig the slot machines?

You knock on Lucifer's door and enter his room after hearing a stern "Come in". You shut the door behind you. " Hey Lucifer, look I'm sor-" you try to say, but Lucifer cuts you off. "Lock it" he demands, standing in the middle of his room with his arms crossed. You obey his order and lock the door behind you, your hands trembling with nervousness. You turn to face him, and he strides towards you. He takes his hand and cups your cheek, "So, you like being tied up, do you?" You're face gets flushed and you avoid his gaze. "I- I guess you could say that..." you say in a nervous voice.

He smirks a sinister grin as he leans in to kiss you. He walks you backwards to the wall while kissing you and pulls out a rope that was tucked away in his coat pocket. He turns you around and presses your chest against the wall. He takes your arms and begins to make Shabari knots starting at your wrist and working them up past your elbows. Your heart pounds and your panties dampen, you can't help but to clench your thighs together in anticipation. He grabs you by the knots on your arms and walks you to his bed.

He bends you over the bed, hand behind your neck as he pins your face into the pillow. With his free hand, he pulls your underwear and panties off. "You dirty whore, you like being tied up, don't you? Just look at how wet you're getting." He slides his hand in between your legs, sticking two fingers inside of you. He curls his fingers into a C shape and pulls up, pressing against your spongey G spot. You let out a muffled pleased cry in the pillow, spreading your legs apart for easier access. "Just what I thought, a fucking whore." he confirms. He begins to finger fuck you with his leather glove dripping of your slick. He lets go of your neck with his left hand and spreads your pussy lips apart, wanting a full view of your wet cunt being fucked by his fingers. "L-Lucifer!" You cry. "Shut the fuck up! Whores aren't allowed to speak!" he barks, slapping you on the ass with his left hand, continuing to finger fuck you with his right. You let out a yelp and shove your face back in the pillow. "You're not supposed to enjoy the punishments you receive. You liked being hung from the ceiling, didn't you? You wanted to be selfish and enjoy it, avoiding an adequate punishment. You can't deceive me, MC." he snarls, shoving his leathered fingers deeper in your pussy.

He pulls his fingers out and gets on his knees behind you. He shoves his demon tongue into your heat, hand on each ass cheek. He groans with satisfaction as he rubs and squeezes your ass, enjoying his view and savoring your taste. He fucks you with his tongue, making you moan into the bedsheets. The rope around your arms makes it impossible to prop yourself up and completely vulnerable. Once he's had enough of your taste, he stands back up. You can hear the buckle of his belt being undone and his pants falling to the floor. He grabs you by the rope on your arms and slides his demon cock into your heat. You scream with pleasure and arch your back, sticking your ass up in the air. He pulls you in to his thrusts by the rope on your arms, making you ram against his body hard and loud. The sound of your ass cheeks clapping against his body and your moans in the bedsheet fill the room. "Whores like you always need force in order to correct their actions." Lucifer spits while pulling on the rope tighter, causing your back to arch and your face to peel off the bed. " Will you be a good whore for now on?" he asks through his teeth. "y-yes!! Yes Lucifer!" you cry through your moans. "LIES! Say it like you mean it!" He shouts, thrusting harder into you. You can feel his dick sink deeper into your torso, almost as if it's tickling the bottom of your lungs. " I'll be a g-good whore, Lucifer-er!" you howl, creaming all over his dick. You shake with pleasure and grow weak after your orgasm, pussy throbbing. Lucifer pulls out of you and makes you stand by pulling you up by your rope. He turns you around, holding you upright with his arms. " I hope you have learned your lesson not to cause me headache any longer. However, I am always willing to give you a reminder not to misbehave whenever it is needed."

#obey me smut #obey me shall we date smut #obeymelucifer #obey me lucifer smut #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfic

[travlersjoy444]

2012 Raph x reader Incorrect Quotes

Uhm...mostly, that is. There's a few that are just random TMNT 2012 incorrect quotes. This was very fun for me. Might do it again sometime if the mood strikes.

***

(Y/N), skipping rocks on a lake with Raph: It’s such a beautiful evening.

Raph: Yeah, it is.

Raph: *whispering* Take that you fucking lake.

***

(Y/N): Why does Leo always do the laundry so loudly?

Raph: So everyone knows that no one helps them out in the house.

Leo, in the distance: *slams the washing machine shut*

***

Raph: You’re giving me a sticker?

Mikey: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Raph: I’m not a preschooler.

Mikey: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Raph: I earned this, back off.

***

Raph: Why am I always the bad guy?

(Y/N): Well, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

***

(Y/N): Is Raph always like this when they lose?

Mikey: Oh, yes. You should've been there for the fabled 'Great Jenga Tantrum'.

Raph: yOU BUMPED THAT TABLE AND YOU KNOW IT!

***

(Y/N): Hey, wanna help me commit arson?

Leo: What the hell!?

(Y/N): Oh, sorry, my bad.

(Y/N), whispering: Wanna help me commit arson?

Leo, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

***

Casey: You know what bothers me? Bats. Why can bats fly?

Raph: Not again...

Casey: No. Seriously, who gave them the right? They're mammals! Mammals walk on land, no exceptions.

(Y/N): Just wait until you hear about whales.

Casey: What now?

***

Casey on Monday: *glues a dime to the sidewalk* Heh heh heh.

Casey on Wednesday: *walking down the street* Ooh hey! A dime!

***

(Y/N): When I met you I thought you were a real bitch.

Raph: What changed your mind?

(Y/N): Oh, I still think you’re a bitch, I’ve just grown to like that about you.

***

Leo: When I said you should try being friendlier this isn't what I meant.

Raph, stirring a cup of tea aggressively: Oh, so now I'm TOO friendly? There's no pleasing you.

(Y/N), who broke into their house an hour ago: Two sugars please.

Raph: Coming right up.

***

Casey: It’s funny how well you and Raph get along. Didn’t they hate you at first?

(Y/N): Raph hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

***

Casey: We can bake these cookies at 400 degrees for 10 minutes or 4,000 degrees for 1 minute.

Donnie: No, that's not how you make cookies.

(Y/N): FLOOR IT!!

Casey: How about 4,000,000 degrees for 1 second?!?

Donnie: yOU'RE GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN-

Casey: I'M GONNA HARNESS THE POWER OF THE FUCKING SUN TO MAKE COOKIES!

Raph: DO IT!

Donnie: NO-

***

Raph: What the fuck? People actually tell their crushes they like them??

(Y/N): What the hell do you do?

Raph: I die? What kinda question…

***

(Y/N): I made this friendship bracelet for you.

Raph: You know, I’m not really a jewelry person.

(Y/N): You don’t have to wear…

Raph: No, I’m gonna wear it forever. Back off.

***

Raph: *sneaking in through their window*

Leo: *turning in their chair and flicking the light one* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Raph: I was with (Y/N)?

(Y/N): *turning in their chair* Wanna try again?

***

Raph, at (Y/N)'s funeral: I need a moment with them.

Everyone: Of course. *They leave*

Raph, leaning over (Y/N)′s coffin: Okay, listen here you little shit. I know you’re not dead.

(Y/N): Yeah, no shit.

***

Raph: (Y/N), I don't like you.

(Y/N): What did you say?

Raph: You heard me!

(Y/N), internally: And it turns out I actually didn't hear what the fuck you just said.

***

*(Y/N) sneezes*

Raph: (Y/N), are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!

*Donnie sneezes*

Raph: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.

***

(Y/N): Okay, but what if we went to dinner not as friends this time?

Raph: ...So...as enemies??

(Y/N):

***

Raph: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

(Y/N): It was me...

Raph: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

***

Kidnapper: I have your partner.

(Y/N): What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

(Y/N): Oh my god, you have Raph.

***

Raph: I want to kiss you.

(Y/N), not paying attention: What?

Raph: I said if you die, I won't miss you.

***

*(Y/N) is crying after a breakup*

Raph: There there, (Y/N).

(Y/N), still crying: Thanks, but how did you get into my room?

Raph: Great question—

***

Raph: *yawns*

(Y/N): Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring.

Raph: Then you must be exhausted.

Leo: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

***

Raph: Watcha doin?

(Y/N): Stealing my neighbour’s cat.

Raph: Scandalous.

Raph: Can I help?

***

(Y/N): Come on, Leo. Nobody actually believes that Raph is in love with me.

Leo, to The Squad: Raise your hand if you think that Raph is helplessly in love with (Y/N).

*Everyone raises their hand*

(Y/N): Raph, put your hand down.

***

(Y/N): Someone take me to art museums and make out with me.

Raph: But they said not to touch the masterpieces.

(Y/N): Well somebody's got to pin the artwork to the wall.

Leo, on a walkie talkie: This is Leo, those idiots are fucking around in the East wing again.

***

Mikey: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room.

Raph: Screw that, I’m not kissing anyone.

*(Y/N) walks in*

Raph: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

***

Raph: If you want my advice-

Donnie: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times.

Raph: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me.

(Y/N): It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.

***

Casey: Time sensitive question how flirt boy.

Raph: Throw rocks at he.

Mikey: Hot Dogs.

(Y/N): Kill him.

Casey: Thanks guys.

***

Leo: Why do you look like that?

Raph, laying face-first on the floor: Like what?

Leo: Like you’re dead.

Raph: It’s because I’m dying. Fuck off.

Casey: Raph accidentally called (Y/N) “babe” in front of everyone today.

Raph: *sobs into the floor*

***

(Y/N): I'm so happy, I could kiss you!

Raph: Um...Neat.

*later*

Raph, lying face down on their bed: I said "Neat," Donnie. Who the fuck says neat these days? 

It's not neat to say neat but I said it anyways because I'm fucking stupid.

Donnie, reading a book: Don't beat yourself up too much, Raph. Everyone gets nervous sometimes. Remember what I did when Casey confessed their love for me?

Raph: Didn't you thank them?

Donnie: *closes the book and looks at the ceiling* I fucking thanked them.

***

(Y/N): How would you like your coffee?

Raph: As dark as my soul.

(Y/N): Got it, one cup of milk coming right up!

***

(Y/N): Raph, I need some advice.

Raph: You need advice from ME?

(Y/N): Yeah, frightening, isn't it?

***

(Y/N): *sighs* I have no friends...

Raph:

Raph: *coughs* Bitch, what am I? A roach?!

***

Leo: You need to stop swearing so much.

Raph: Shut the fuck up.

Leo: Yeah, that's not how you do it.

Raph: Alright sorry. It's just that it's hard not to swear. The words just creep up on me when I least expect it.

Leo: Now now, don't be like that. Just replace the swear words with 'beep' and you'll be fine.

Raph: Shit the beep up.

Leo:

Raph: SHUT, DAMMIT! I MEANT SHUT!

***

Raph: *is throwing stones at (Y/N)'s window*

(Y/N): You have a phone for a reason, Raph!

*THUD*

(Y/N): DID YOU JUST THROW YOUR PHONE AT MY WINDOW?!

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Same as it ever was 10

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as neglect, bullying, manipulation, cheating, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Between your home life and work, you just can’t catch a break. Especially after you draw the ire of your boss.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen ft. Pete Brenner

Note: need a little time to figure out don't speak so here ya are.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me.

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Your dreams are muddied with the dregs of your reality. You wade through the swamp of waking horrors mutated by the nonsensical hues of your subconscious. Your escape is less than happy as you open your eyes to stare at the basement ceiling. The water stain there is just another latent trouble waiting to implode.

The most potent reminder of the utter disarray if your life isn't the heaps of laundry waiting by the machine or the steady drip from the old wash sink. It's the violent pang radiating from your tailbone, another tenderly throbbing by your shoulder blade. The mortifying scene plays in your mind; Pete's obtuse come on and your own bitter and insecure rejection.

Your morning routine is made more tedious by your condition. Every move is tinged in torment and the kids seem unexpectedly rambunctious. Or maybe you just can't keep up with them.

You get them packed up and in the car. You were so swept up, you didn't even get your morning coffee. It's not as if you'd expected this day to go any smoother than the last. Thankfully, you don’t run into your husband.

 School drop off is just as hectic, ominous if anything. You tell Simone to take Malik inside for you as you stay behind the wheel.

“Are you okay?” She asks, ever observative. Why does she have to be so smart? Hopefully, she stays that way.

“Good, just had a late night,” you assure her, “I’ve got a big… meeting this morning.”

“Yeah, dad said something about a promotion,” she unbuckles her seat belt and sidles over to unclasp Malik from his seat.

“Do you need help, honey?” You ask, steeling yourself at the idea of getting out of the car.

“I got it,” she insists. “Are you going to work late again?”

“I… don’t think so,” you answer tenuously.

“Oh,” is all she can utter. She gets Malik out and grabs both their bookbags. “Come on,” she tugs on his hand as he opens her door.

“Love you guys,” you say.

“Love you, mommy!” Malik sings.

“Yeah, love ya too,” Simone mutters then huffs at Malik, “hurry up. I wanna read before class.”

She shuts the door, a bit heavier than you expect, and you watch them until they get to the front doors, meeting the other clusters of students and parents. You inhale and turn forward, flicking your lashes as your eyes burn. Your back is on fire with pain, but worse, your heart is a pit of agony. You feel your family crumbling all around you.

A pair of headlights flash in your rear view and you shift into gear and slowly roll away from the pick up area. You grip the wheel tight and wiggle your nose, resisting the hot wall of tears trembling in your head. You don’t know what to do, there’s nothing to do but keep going. Things will change, they always do.

You watch the time as you drive to work. You pull into the lot and click the button on your seat belt, letting it repel as you lean back. Oh god, the hardest part, getting out. With each second, you feel worse. So what? Some bruises? You’ve dealt with worse.

You open the door and snatch your bag from the other seat. You turn sideways, bag on your elbow, as you grip the side of the car and the steering wheel and push yourself to your feet. You smother a yelp to a whimper. Your legs shake with the pain hammering in your tailbone.

You lean on the door as you close it. You take another deep breath, this one racks you torturously. You set your feet and limp along the side of the building in your beat up Keds. No heels or flats, you need support.

You nearly fall into the elevator, relieved to be alone for the ride up. You lean on the wall and watch the floor light up one at a time. You hobble off, holding your lower back. It’s not an unusual sight. Your hips have been fucked up since your second pregnancy.

You limp past your desk as you keep your morning task in mind. You just want it done and over with. Then you can sit in the ungodly office chair and try not to break. 

You’ve never been so thankful for the apathy of your coworkers. Hansen trained them well. They know to only worry about themselves and their work. The exemplar of capitalistic character.

You approach Hansen’s office door. To your surprise, it’s unlocked. You let yourself in, not bothering to make sure you’re unseen. Who gives a fuck anymore? He is hardly the beacon of discretion.

You drop your bag on the long console table with the vase of fake lilies and keep moving. You can’t stop. You undress without hesitation. You treat it like business. No point in wasting time.

You pile your clothes in the uncomfortable acrylic chair across from the immense leather throne on its swivel. You round the desk and stumble. You catch yourself as you brace your back and whine. Oh god, shit.

You give in to the tremble in your legs and fall to your knees. You drag yourself under the desk and sit on your knees. That’s not a good idea. You grit your teeth and gulp. You’ve never felt pain like this. Well you have, but you know you’re not going into labour.

Your legs are tingly despite the hot pain coursing around your hips. You do your best to breathe through it as you wait. What are you even doing? How did it come to this? For christ sakes, your forty-fucking-four years old. Waiting like some bimbo in your boss’ office.

Before you can sink into your self-loathing, you hear the door. He clicks his tongue as you listen to his deliberate gait. He’s making a show of it. He’s drawing it out. You bite back your irritation. As much as he plays around, he’s easy. Just like Pete. He’s entirely ruled by that dangling worm between his legs.

He sighs and struts around. You can picture the smug smirk under his dumb mustache. But you don’t. You’re already tensed up.

There’s a clink on the desk as he sets down his coffee and he hums as he rolls the chair out. He sits and spreads his knees wide. There’s a twitch in his pants. His finely tailored pants that probably cost more than your mortgage. 

“Good morning,” he grips the arms of the chair as he leans back.

You don’t say a word as you reach for him. He wheels closer as you pop the top button of his pants. His gaze is stolid on you. You feel yourself sweating under it. It’s more humiliating to know he’s watching you so intently.

You tug down his fly. No underwear. You’re hardly surprised. The man who doesn’t wear socks with his tacky loafers likely doesn’t have a very full top drawer. You pull him through the vee of fabric and stroke his half-hard length.

“I didn’t even play with myself in the shower,” he taunts, “I saved it all for you.”

He snorts as you stay silent. You just keep going. He takes a breath and lets it out through his nose.

“Who pissed in your coffee?” He asks.

You once more have no answer. He flinches as you squeeze around his tip and roll your palm over it. He hisses as he squeezes the leather armrests.

“Fucking balls,” he puffs as he tilts his head back, “those hands–”

You bring your other hand up to cup him from below. You remember when you used to enjoy this. When you wanted it. How Pete’s groans used to spark a thrill in you but this, this just makes you feel grimy.

“Shit, shit,” he gulps, “slow down, baby face.”

You ignore him and he spasms. He sits forward and grabs your wrists, stopping you. You clench your jaw and look up at him.

“Hey, slow the fuck down,” he warns you, “the fuck’s your problem?”

You shrug and your cheek strains as even just that gesture tweaks in your hips. You stare at him dully. He tilts his head as he juts his jaw out. His lip curls as he rolls himself away in the chair. He snaps his fingers.

“Get out of there,” he demands. 

You blink to keep from rolling your eyes. You put your hands on the floor but can’t move. You try to crawl forward but just can’t. Your tailbone is throbbing.

“I said get up,” he snaps.

“I can’t,” you rasp.

“What?” He leans forward.

“I fucking can’t–”

“Jesus fuck,” he stands and bends over you, angling around to hook his arms around you. 

He hauls you up and you squeal as the fire shoots around your hips. He holds you under your arms as he turns you and lets you fall against his desk. You land on the flat keyboard and very pointy paperweight.

“Damn,” he smacks your ass, the flesh jiggling on impact, “look at that.”

You cry out, louder than you mean too. You whimper and hit the desk with your fist. He peels his hand away and you sense him raise it again. You stretch your arm behind you and wave at him desperately.

“No, no, please–” Your hand falls to your tailbone and you whine, “stop.”

You squeeze your thighs tight, overly aware of the dimples in the flesh and the lines rippled into the skin. Worse than the agony is the exposure. Both overwhelm you to the point of defeat.

“What?” He snips.

“I think– I think something’s wrong with me,” you choke out, feeling along your back. There’s a tender bump right along the base of your spine.

“What’s wrong?” He growls.

“Look…” you try to push yourself off the desk and your legs wobble. Before you can crumple to the floor, he catches you. Thankfully, surprisingly. “I fell in the shower last night,” your throat tightens at the admission of your own mortality, “I’m old, alright? And I fucking hurt myself.”

He sighs. His demeanour changes, not so rough, not so impatient as he angles you into the leather chair. It hurts just as much but you don’t care. It’s better than the floor.

“Fuck,” he puts his hands on his hips, his dick still standing above his pants. No shame. “Fine, you finish the job and I’ll let you off for the day. Go see a fucking doctor.”

You furrow your brow at him. Really?

“Well, you’re halfway there, sweet cheeks,” he turns a palm out, “so, get on it.”

Disbelief? Hardly. You could predict this. But you're exasperated and exhausted and you could rip that damn thing off his body. 

You clamp your lips tight and sit up as best you can. You reach for him, gripping him tightly so he yipes. He slaps your wrist.

“Hey, lay off,” he warns.

You sniff but listen. You ease up and stroke him. He falls back into his groans, hands on his hips as he pushes his pelvis towards you. You just stare at the hem of his shirt as you keep a steady rhythm. How can men be so simple but make things so difficult?

You flinch as he bends his knees, just a bit, and reaches for your chest. You try to bat him away but he throws your hand back. He cups your tit and kneads, rolling his thumb over your nipple. You shudder and look away, crossing your arm around your stomach. You hope he can’t see everything from up there.

“Can I come on your tits?” He snarls, “don’t know why I’m asking…”

He steps closer and you feel him getting closer. His body tenses as his other hand goes to your shoulder and he rocks his hips, as good as fucking your hand. You direct his tip down and turn your chin up, disgusted as he quakes in your grip.

He grunts as he cums, his voice trailing off in thick moans as he unleashes on you. Cords of his cum string over your chest and up your neck. You swallow down your disgust as you see him through his climax, finishing with another pinch on your nipple.

He lets you go and backs up, “whew,” he blows out and gives an emphatic shiver.

You puff and gather what’s left of your strength. It’s done. You’re free. For a few hours at least. You let the pain roll out in a guttural grunt as you stand and stagger to grab a tissue from the sleek metal box on his desk. You do your best to clean yourself up. Hopefully you can do a better job at the clinic in case they need to do any tests.

“That was fucking… spectacular,” he nears and grabs a tissue of his own, brushing against your back, “even dragging your tail around like a beat dog, you just get the job done, don’t you?”

You need a coffee. You’re going to punch him. You take another tissue and continue to sop up the slimy mess.

You wince as his hand settles on your ass. It isn’t as bad as the slap but it still makes you yelp. He tuts and retracted his touch.

“Goddamn,” he mutters. “You go get yourself figured the fuck out.” His frustration cracks in his voice, “I was looking forward to this…”

“Life doesn’t always go as we planned,” you shake your head and toss out the tissues. You go to the chair and grab your underwear, letting them unfurl.

“Wouldn’t you fucking know?” He barks, “give me those.” He yanks the underwear from your grasp, “I told you, forget the fucking parachute.” He throws them and shakes his head, “you know, that’s the problem with you old ones, you don’t fucking listen.”

You grab your pants as he simmers. You lean on the chair as you lift each foot and pull the belt to your waist. He looms, pacing, huffing and puffing.

“...hurt your fucking back....”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” you murmur.

“You’re lucky you have good hands,” he carries on, “very fucking lucky. I could bankrupt you. You and your little brats would be out on the street–”

“Mr. Hansen,” you hook your bra behind your back with a torturous effort, “please–”

“You just keep them in mind, huh?” He sneers, “you better not be fucking lying.”

“I wish I was,” you grab your blouse and hook it over your head, poking your arms into the sleeves.

“Wait, wait,” he waves his hand and blocks you from the door, “you think… if you laid down… I could just slide in?”

You give a look. The look. The one you give Pete when he forgets something at the grocery store. Or the kids when they won’t stop fighting. He blanches as his eyes meet yours.

“Alright, alright, go see a doctor,” he relents, his frustration still sharp. “The sooner, the fucking better.”

He wags his finger in your face before he backs up. You limp to the door and grab your bag before you let yourself out. As you shut the door, you hear a thump. You see more tantrums from grown men than you do your own children.

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[little-miss-dilf-lover]

Hi I was wondering since I think you do platonic writing cause you did younger sister to Peter quill headcanons

Can I request Frank Castle x teenage daughter reader headcanons ❤❤

hii!! yes ofcc!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

FRANK AS YOUR DAD HC’S

frank castle x teenage daughter reader

im gonna say you're an only child, just for the sake of the hc's. maybe also, it's just you and frank, so no mum in the picture (though you're welcome to think opposite) 

so.. 

— no matter how old you are, you're still his little girl. you'd always be his little girl

— you'd be the light of his life, his reason for living. you're the only one he cares about, and if he lost you, he'd have nothing

— he gets a little too overprotective, shielding you. maybe excessively so

— has to meet every guy you date. makes them come to the door when they pick you up. probs something about them having to call him sir. def does that thing where he asks their intentions. maybe tries to scare them off. I imagine you running upstairs to get your bag, and your date and frank are left downstairs, and frank's just staring him down and being intimidating, waiting for him to run out and leave 

— as you're leaving, he'd say, "I know what boys like that are like. be careful princess," your bf would just gulp, kinda shitting himself, and you'd be like, "dad! I'll be fine," (bc you've heard it all before. maybe you're saying the words same time as him) then he'd shout to said bf as he's getting in the car, "have her back by 10, or I'll break your neck," something like that, but not so corny

— he's very strict with curfew, no later than 10pm. but it's not to punish you, just out of fear etc

— he finds it hard to let you be a teenager, to let you out. he knows that he can't protect you from everything, and needs to let you spread your wings, but it's hard - he's getting there though !! he's got better at it

— he's def taught you how to take care of yourself across many aspects so that you never have to rely on someone: how to change a tire, how to fix a part on a washing machine, how to use a gun, how to fight, how to change oil. all the things you need in life, he's taught you

— maybe car stuff isn't your thing, but you go along with it as you don't want to upset him. so every sunday, you're both in the garage working on his old car (but it's actually a gift he's gonna give you when it's done)

— you have takeouts every saturday night, watching crappy tv at the same time. maybe you wanna watch your show, and he doesn't, saying how he “doesn't wanna watch that shit,” but you tell him, “too bad,” and put it on. he'd secretly enjoy it. maybe asking if after dinner you wanna stay downstairs and watch another ep, saying how the tv's bigger blah blah, but it's actually so he can watch more

— he says things like "don't you love your old man?" when he asks you to do something you don’t wanna do

— he def shouts up the stairs to you if your music is too loud, "for the love of christ. turn that shit down,"

— but he's the best dad ever, and you know it 

— — — — — — — — — — ☆ — — — — — — — — — —

#request #frank castle fluff #frank castle #frank castle x daughter reader #frank castle headcanons #frank castle x reader

[blushcoloreddreams]

How to do your laundry 101

Taking care of your laundry is one of those mundane tasks you’ll need to deal with for the rest of your life so might as well learn to do it well and enjoy it. So this is my routine and top tips I gathered since living alone

Sort throughout the week (everyday). Every day I separate my dirty clothes on my hamper into darks and lights on another other side. Before taking them to laundry machine I always check my rewear drawer for any dirty clothes. I usually run 1- 2 cycles in the days I do it, totaling around 4 a week since the apartment building I currently live in has a shared laundry room and I can’t got the machines all for myself but if you have your own, feel free to do it all in one go. First cycle is for every day light or white everyday clothing, second to everyday dark or colored clothes. Cycle 3 for towels and bedding which I’ll run with a normal cycle with hot water to ensure they get a deep hygienic cleaning from body oills, lotions and any lingering bacteria. Cycle 4 is for cleaning cloths / bath mats that. And maybe an extra “cycle”, more often than not, done by hand for any delicate pieces, special fabrics or depending on the dirtiness level, that should be washed on a delicate mode. This regime is more intuitively than definitive, sometimes I’ll merge darks and lights together on a cold cycle specially if they are not heavily dirty. Separations is done to prevent colored clothing to bleeding to lighter clothing but this is mostly a concern for any new clothes with deep coloring like indigo, died denim and reds so be sure to wash them separately on the first few times.

Set a time for that. I usually do it Tuesday nights and Thursday morning but you might need to do it more often if you got a bigger family, the important thing is to turn it into a routine and not a dreadful task

Dress comfortably cute - I like to put my hair up in a claw clip to get it out of my face when cleaning and so it doesn’t touch anything It shouldn’t. Dressing up a bit always help you romanize what you are doing and feel better about yourself. (Also I’d hate to meet a neighbor in pajamas haha)

Learn how to treat stains - for blood hydrogen peroxide, apply it directly to the stain, spray some water to keep it hydrated and let it there for 10-15 min and throw it in the laundry preferably on cold water. For oil stains I use baking soda and dish detergent, splotch out any excess oil then sprinkle some baking soda to absorb the oil, I’ll let it sit overnight and the next morning I’ll scrub with dish detergent to help breakdown the oils and I’ll put it into laundry in a hot cycle. For all common stains like ketchup, almond butter coffee berries, vinegar and ink first gently take any excess with a paper towel. For any grease food stains I’ll also add a bit of dish deteargent. If the stain is fresh you only need to treat it with oxygen bleach and water and wait for about 15 min but honestly I often only take care of then on the end of the day or the week and that’s why I rely on the soak method a lot specially for these tough stains.I’ll fill a bin or clean sink with hot water and oxygen bleach and let it soak every night, after it just rinse and add it to the wash cycle and if the stain remains don’t put it into the dryer or it can permanently set the stain.

Read the clothing tag whenever you get new clothes to get familiar with the fabric. I usually check it with a care label guide I found on Pinterest.

Choose the right detergent for you. I prefer powder since it’s more concentrated and work as well as liquid ones. And usually I just add a bit of fabric softer since I’m not allergic

Less is more, you don’t need to use the whole pack to clean it better. Excess laundry detergent can not fully dissolve and form excess studs which won’t get rinsed away properly, and makes it harder for the clothes to create the traction needed to wash the dirt off. 2 table spoons per full load is what seems to work for me.

Flip the clothes inside out. The inside of your garment is usually the dirtiest since it comes in contact with your skin and sweat and it also protect the ink from graphic tees. Also flip the pockets inside out to check any items that shouldn’t go in the wash

Use a mesh bag for delicates like bras and lace garments to protect them pilling or tangling with other items in the load

Choose the right settings for the washing. There are usually 3 settings, cottons, delicates and permanent press. Delicates is the most gentle, cotton the most intense. 99% of the time I choose cottons on a normal cycle unless I’m washing delicates that are machine washable. I prefer cold water to prevent shrinking and color fading

Tidy and clean between cycles. The avarage washing cycle is 15 min to an hour while the drying is 30 min -45 min so while you are already in the spirit you can use this time to tidy up around the home.

Don’t forget about the wet laundry so it doesn’t smell weird. If it does add a sprinkle of baking soda and run the cycle again on the hottest Setting

Remove lint from the lint trap in the dryer to avoid if from getting back from the clothes.

Air dry delicates. I use a rack and I lay the garments as flat as I can to prevent the fibers from stretching. I use it for any athletic wear, delicates max rayons or things the label recommends to do so

Tune in while folding the clothes. Sometimes I like to listen to a podcast, audiobook or YouTube video to make it more fun and keep me engaged

#personal #home & lifestyle #home making #femininity #personal development #laundry #cleaning #organization #homemaking

[tomholland1996simp]

Lingerie || Tom Holland

Hi love you writing it’s my first request so I hope I don’t bother you but can you do a fic where reader is living with Tom Harry haz and tuwaine and she just bought new lengergie and put them in for washing and then leaves so when the boys go to do the laundry the see the stuff and kinda freak out like what is that and when she comes back she finds them trying to figure out how to use it or smt like that thanks xx

said by plumsforbuckyy

Living with four boys could be so fun but also the worst thing ever. You see it’s really about living with these boys. That being..Tom, Harrison, Tuwaine and Harry. Don’t get me wrong you love them very much, with all your heart. However sometimes they could be so annoying and you just need some women company.

When you first moved in with the boys you were excited and happy to live with your best friends. Little did you know it could be quite tough being the only girl. For example, when your on your period you didn’t want them knowing as there a group of boys. Sometimes they would notice and find out but it was just a bit embarrassing for you. They didn’t mind of course though, as it is mother nature doing it’s thing.

Today, however, was the day you just threw your clothes into the washing basket without thinking what was actually going in it. From the pervious night you had worn a nice sexy black lingerie set, and let’s just say it’s a very kinky type one. You have before put some lingerie in the washing basket, it being normal plain like a thong not much. This time though was different.

You had gone out to do a bit of shopping for the apartment, whilst the boys did the house work that was needed to be done. They had to do the laundry, clean the floors, wash up and get some previous clothes from the dryer. Of course that would be easy as there’s four of them. Someone was meant to go shopping with you, however, you needed to make a stop on the way to your friends so you told them to all stay at home.

Tom and Harrison were on the task where they had to clean the dirty washing bag. Tom passing Haz the right colour clothes and him placing it in the washing machine. You wanna know why they didn’t do it themselves, don’t ask, they always think it’s easier they tell you. Harry was in charge of getting the dried up clothes out the dryer, whilst Tuwaine washes up the dishes.

As Harry was pulling out the now dried clothes that’s when he came across the lace black lingerie. “What the fuck, woahhhh” He said kinda shocked his best friend had something like this. His words bringing the attention of all the other boys as they stopped what they were doing.

“What, what is-omg” Harrison walked over to Harry seeing what was in his hands.

Tom was curious to see what they were all looking at and when he saw it he snatched it from his brother hands. “Woah, who knew y/n would have something kinky like this” He brought the fabric up seeing what it looked like.

“It’s just because you like her” Harrison smirked making Tom give him a death glare. The boys were freaked out but also curious with things in there head.

“How do you think she gets it on? Is it even comfortable” Harry questioned curiously.

Then an idea popped into Harrison’s mind, “Okay we’re gonna do 1–10 and whoever gets the same number has to try put it on.” The other boys agreeing with him. They went around in turns saying numbers until it was Harrison and Tom.

“1,2,3…”

“2!” They both shout making Toms eyes widen as he has to try on his best friends lingerie, well his crushes. Harry threw him the lingerie, it hitting his face as he grabbed it.

He was in his grey joggers with no shirt, so he took the joggers off leaving him in his boxers. He inspected the lingerie one more time before Harry made a comment. “Woah, I wonder what her cup size is because that’s big” He commented on the laces bra part.

Tom then places his legs through the bottom holes of the lingerie, it being a bit tight on him due to your smaller leg size. Once he pulled it up he felt the laced bra part, most likely imagining what other horny boys would.

“What do I do now?” He questioned confused on how to put the rest on but also being carful so he didn’t break it or stretch it out.

The boys couldn’t answer his question as the sound of a gasp filled the room. There stood there best friend holding shopping bags. You had came in to the sound of the boys laughing and talking about gods know what.

When you walked into the kitchen you saw them, Tom having his legs in your new clean lingerie that you just brought recently. The rest of the boys looking at him, talking about the sexy set.

You totally forgot that this set was in for being dried up. You recently brought two sets, this was the black one and only today did you put your new white one in the dirty bag too.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You ask trying not to laugh at the boys reaction to seeing you standing there.

Tom instantly got red and started to take off your lingerie that was on his legs, he struggled at first but managed to get it off. “I-I erm…uhhh it wasn’t my idea!” Tom panicked blaming the other boys.

“I came back to see you in my lingerie Thomas. What goes through your heads I have no clue” You place the bags on the floor going over to take your lingerie off Tom.

“Y/n I ain’t gonna lie but I didn’t even know you owned anything like this” Harry admitted. To the corner of my eye I see Harrison looking in the dirty washing bag with wide eyes. Shit.

“Guys there’s more” He hit Toms arms pulling out the white lingerie. “Hey- Oiii give it. Don’t touch my things” You take it off Harrison throwing it back into the dirty washing bag.

“Woah, that’s a bit sexy. Very kinky, never took you for a girl who would own these” Tom said.

“You guys are weird don’t touch my things, especially my lingerie if you wanted to see me in it you could’ve just said. I would show you it on” You joked to them, however, Tom being the awkward and dorky fool he is, thinks you was for real.

“wait, really” He smiled in excitement.

“No, Tommy i’m kidding. You already put your legs through it” You chuckle, taking your clean lingerie into your room.

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[lilunaire]

How's twbos coming along? Any teasers maybe :b? No pressure 🙏

TEASER 9 - CH.10 TIL WE BURN OUR SKINS

It's going quite well actually ! But as I said in last chapter note, chapters are getting bigger and bigger so it takes wayyyy more time than before. I think i'm currently at 40% and hopes i'll reach 70% by the end of this week, and post it in two weeks (max 3 weeks).

Here, get two teasers :) They are respectfully from the two most voted propositions.

Enjoy ♡

(teasers below the line)

Teaser 1 🕯️🩰

Still without looking, closing her eyes, she turns back to Miles. She can feel him approaching her but still jumps a little when he grabs both of her hands. She feels him guide her to the center of the room before he stops her. She hears his footsteps fading away, before classical music plays in the room. A waltz, to be precise. And not just any waltz.

“That wouldn't be a good night without music, right?"

She finally opens her eyes and he is back in front of her, his left hand extended forward. “May I have this dance?" It's her turn to smile and laugh like an idiot as she grabs his hand, and places the other on the back of his neck.

His hand rests on the hollow of her waist, he murmurs the tempo and they leave.

When she thinks about it, salsa isn't that different from waltzing. It's more rhythmic, with more freedom in the movements, but she feels the same things. The biggest change is that here they take their time. He twirls her, and the skirt of her dress does the same.

“You remembered it, she pointed out as he pulled her back towards him. — How could I forgot that?"

Her smile goes ear-to-ear, and her heart warms when she hears it. He can only melt when he sees her beautiful smile once again.

Teaser 2 🛏️💋 CW : very slightly implied """sexual""" content

So there she is, squeezing her thighs and rubbing them, trying to get rid of the heat in her lower abdomen, and to comfort herself by clinging to him. She could go to the bathroom and take care of her problem, but it was like her body couldn't do without the young man. She knew it was useless, so why get even more frustrated?

His face is turned towards her, and he looks so serene when he sleeps. She becomes sad knowing that this was not always the case, feeling guilty for not coming to sleep with him more often. Her right hand approaches him and gently traces his features. He sniffles and a small grin instinctively forms, but he still doesn't wake up.

She slides her finger over the bridge of his nose and she feels fuzzy inside when she hears him whisper her name in his sleep. She stops for a few seconds, by fear of breaking his well-deserved rest, but resumes when his face relaxes again.

After several minutes of observing him from all angles, she still doesn't feel tired, but rather bored. She decides to continue some household chores, as silently as possible. It would be better than doing nothing, right?

She leaves the embrace gently, and he groans at the loss of contact and warmth. She leaves their bedroom silently, on tiptoe, and goes to the living room, where a large quantity of clothes, now dry, is waiting to be folded. She also thinks about the other part of clean laundry that she hadn't even been able to hang out because of lack of space.

She empties the dryer and collects the second half, still wet, in the washing machine, and begins to hang it out in the greatest silence. Well, if you exclude Gwanda who considered she was not receiving enough attention at more than two in the morning, meowing in agony.

Gwen is forced to scratch her back and the underside of her chin while hanging the wet cloth with one hand. Not an easy task… Fortunately, this ends up calming the kitten who leaves and curls up on the table for yet another nap. She can finally move on to folding laundry. She's not sure how long she takes, maybe forty-five minutes? But just after she finished folding the laundry, when she had started to dry some wet dishes, she hears Miles shouting her name and hurried footsteps heading towards the main room.

#ghostflower #lilu's writing #til we burn our skins #teaser #gwen x miles #miles x gwen

[imtrashraccoon]

Hello! It's me again with another drabble! This is the first of five or six planned bonus chapters (?). For a slight change of pace, I wrote this one from Papyrus' POV as it seemed a bit more entertaining, but let me know if you liked this or not?

Timewise, this takes place a little over a month or two after the humans fell into the Underground, somewhere between Day 7: First Kiss and before Day 10: Dress Up.

First Day, Previous Day, & Bonus Two.

Bonus 1: Scarfs Part 2

Papyrus finished buckling the last strap, securing his chestplate to his person, before turning to the dresser to put on his gloves and scarf. He was rather proud of his armour, especially because it was unique, thanks to Sans helping him model it after a character from a comic book. Over the years, he'd had to improve it or do repairs whenever someone got a lucky hit on him, however, certain elements had always remained the same like the colour scheme and his favorite red scarf.

Speaking of which, his scarf was missing. He knew he had it yesterday after getting home from work, and after changing out of his armour, he'd put it on the dresser with his gloves like he always did. Had he misplaced it?

As unlikely as this was, he couldn't rule out the possibility all together, despite how meticulously organized he always was. He was of the belief that everything had its place and that was where it should be.

He started looking around just in case. He did remember being rather tired last night so maybe he'd just slipped up? He frowned and shook his head. As if... He didn't mess things up, he was the Great and Terrible Papyrus!

His scarf wasn't in the washing machine or dryer. It didn't seem to be anywhere in his room or in the bathroom either. It didn't make sense to be downstairs, but it was the only other place he could've left it.

Had someone stolen his scarf?

Sans would often try to pull pranks to mess with him, but he should know better than steal his favorite scarf. Usually his pranks were more obnoxious or messy though. Like there would be a ransom note demanding some stupid fee in exchange for seeing his scarf in one piece again or something.

He wouldn't put it past Frisk to take something without asking as they were a child. They may not know better or may not realize this was a big deal to him. Still, they were a smart kid and seemed to have a decent sense of social cues, plus, you were very proactive in taking care of them. There was no way you wouldn't notice if they'd stolen it.

That left you as the only remaining possible culprit. Unlike the other two, you had a more believable motive. He remembered that you really liked how soft his scarf was and had even called his armour cool. Still, you were also smart, as evidenced by how quickly you'd managed to convince him and his brother to spare you and Frisk. He liked to think you were smart enough to know stealing from anyone, let alone him, was a pretty bad idea though.

He found you and Frisk where he expected you'd be - in the living room. Frisk was playing with Doomfanger by teasing her with one of those feather wands he'd bought her. The cat was absolutely fascinated and he couldn't help but smile at how cute they both were.

You were huddled up on the couch with a blanket and a book. Normally that wasn't suspicious, however, you were practically cocooned in the blanket like you were freezing cold, despite the temperature in the house being rather warm. You also hadn't acknowledged him like you usually did whenever he entered the same room. He hadn't exactly been trying to be quiet either.

He narrowed his eye sockets suspiciously and stalked up behind you. He was an expert at moving silently when he wanted and despite how much you hated it, he found it quite funny to sneak up and startle you. Maybe it was slightly cruel, but he really liked how you sometimes jumped from the shock and how your surprise would morph into anger. You were especially cute when annoyed at him and he really couldn't help teasing you about it.

That was his intention this time as well and he was just about to hug you, when he spotted the reason you were this huddled up in the first place. Hidden underneath the blanket was his red scarf, although it was mostly covered save for a gap where the blanket had bunched weirdly by your neck.

"Oh You Did Not..."

You let out a cute little gasp when he wrapped his arms around your shoulders, crossing over your chest and gripping your upper arms firmly. He was careful not to dig his claws into your skin too much but it was a bit tricky as he hadn't put his gloves on yet.

"Thought You Were So Sneaky, Huh, Precious?" he whispered in your ear.

He could see how quickly the realization that he knew what you'd done dawned on you. It was slightly cathartic to watch your eyes widen and your cheeks turn pink with embarrassment. He wasn't content leaving this here though, no, he was going to take this even further.

"Yeah..." you murmured. "I'm sorry for taking it, but I really like your scarf." Glancing up at him over your shoulder, you asked, "Any chance I could borrow it for longer...?"

He didn't miss the way your blush deepened slightly and he couldn't help the smirk that now graced his skull.

"I Do Not Take Kindly To People Stealing From Me..."

He could hear your heartrate steadily increasing the longer he kept you trapped like this. It was a bit strange that you hadn't even tried to get away, even if you were completely trapped, he had expected you would at least try.

You struggled to speak for a moment, opening and closing your mouth as you tried to say anything at all. "...I didn't actually steal your scarf..." you finally muttered. Although it was apparent that you knew how weak of an excuse this was when you couldn't make eye contact with him.

He hummed softly and shook his head. "Then, What Do You Call This? Because 'Temporarily Borrowing Without Asking' Is The Same Thing At The End Of The Day..." He loved the shocked look you gave him when he said that. It seems he'd taken your next excuse right out of your mouth.

You squirmed a little bit but predictably, couldn't get out of his grip, even if you weren't currently tangled up in the blanket on top of everything. "Look, you can have it back if you care that much..." you grumbled.

He clicked his tongue at how quickly your tone had gone from embarrassed to annoyed. That wouldn't do... You were the one in the wrong here and it seemed he would have to subtly remind you of that fact.

"Oh I Care A Lot, Precious~" he purred. "There Are Consequences For People Who Cross Me...And I Happen To Be Quite Creative When It Comes To Punishments..." He could hear your heart skip a beat at that.

"Oh This Was Turning Out Deliciously."

You glanced at where Frisk was still playing with Doomfanger, they didn't seem to have noticed the exchange somewhat surprisingly, but he tilted your head back to look at him again. You seemed worried about something but not actually scared, thankfully.

"Tell You What," he whispered. "I Know A Way To Make This All Go Away..." He could see the curiousity flicker in your eyes and couldn't seem to wipe the smirk off of his face.

"You do?" you asked softly.

He nodded in an admittedly smarmy kind of way. Moving his hand from your chin, he cupped your cheek and leaned closer to your face. He paused for a moment and when you gave him a slight nod, pressed a slow but gentle kiss to your lips.

He was fully aware that his sharp teeth could seriously hurt you if he wasn't careful. Still, this wasn't a new issue, although some of his previous lovers had actually preferred if he was rough, you were much softer than anyone else. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you afterall...

Your skin was absolutely addicting to touch, even if he'd only had limited contact so far. You were squishy and yet there was a certain firmness at the same time. You'd explained that you had a whole skeleton that held everything together which was more than a little mind blowing for him.

When he finally pulled away from the kiss, he took an unbridled amount of satisfaction in seeing how flushed and out of breath you were. It just gave him a small thrill whenever he could see the effect he had on you.

"Positively Adorable..."

He finally let go of your shoulders and drew back slightly, but not before whispering one more thing. "Could I Have My Scarf Back Before I Have To Leave For Work, Precious?"

You were apparently stunned speechless and could only nod in response. There was a hint of a frown on your face though, but he wasn't about to leave the house without an important part of his uniform. Not even if you begged him...

Probably not anyways.

#selfshipufpap #undertale #underfell #underfell papyrus x reader #reader #named oc #the hand we've been dealt #thwbd #alternate universe #raccoons drabbles

[cchapsticck]

@bettiebloodshed I am so sure this is not what you meant at all but:

Anyway. They’re climbing through Robin’s bedroom window, absolutely obliterated. Her folks aren’t home, there’s no reason for this beyond the drunk logic that demands it. She goes ass over tits right through the ground floor window and she’s cracking up, face down, in the carpet and Steve manifests some intoxicated savant level of physical acuity to jump through after her, prepared to like, triage whatever mess she’s made of her face while laughing in it.

Robin like, shushes him, all stuttered out between the giggles.

“No one’s home, babe.” Steve says, also laughing in hushed giggles, but also whispering. Because drunk idiots. 

Eddie knows a thing or fuckin’ two about being unsupervised. 

And that’s not like, an aspersion on Wayne or anything he didn’t always work third shift but the man also didn’t come with Legal Guardian pre-equipped into his, like, ideal life trajectory or anything. So like, cut him a break. Wayne’s great. It's not that. It's like. It's fine. He turned out fine. (Totally.) He just spent a not insignificant amount of his adolescence kind of unsupervised for not insignificant periods of time. Thus the aforementioned thing or two.

(Not that anyone’s asking, but the loose threads at the knee of his jeans get stuck in the groove at the bottom of the window and he fumbles the landing, bangs his knee on the window frame on the way over, loud as fuck, but no one’s rushing to his drunken aid.)  And like yeah yeah yeah plenty of reason blah blah blah there’s definitely like. A learning curve to being 12 and home alone (or 10, or 8, or-), how you gotta ease yourself into the stuff you’re not allowed to do when someone’s around but need to, to like. Function. 

Your little solo performance for an audience of You where you figure something out about growing up or being grown or fail miserably. These might be those proverbial growing pains, honestly.

They end up in a pile on Robin’s bedroom floor, Robin’s head on Steve’s stomach, Steve’s head jammed up against the frame of her bed, flat on his back, with his hand idly fucking around with her hair up on his ribs. Eddie, a polite distance away from both, toe of his shoe inches from Steve's calf, which he can somehow innately sense through his fuckin' Reebok's. 

The mechanics of a turkey sandwich are like, entry level. Paper towel, bread, turkey, bread, done. Boom. Sandwich. Teach a man to fish, etc.

"My mom wouldn't leave me home alone until I was like, 16. She was so sure I was going to throw house parties or something. " Robin says, while they all stare at the popcorn ceiling trying to find shapes in the white pebbled canopy. "Like, my neighbor would be waiting for me in my living room when I got home from school it was so humiliating."

"Did you even have enough friends for house parties?" Steve snips at her and she reaches back and punches him in the waist, with an outraged little screech, fist really digging up under the soft place beneath his ribs and he kind of curls up around her resting head. Protecting his vulnerable midsection.

"What do you call this then?" she says, gesturing wildly to her bedroom ceiling. Like, you're here, you fuckin' sucker.

"Oh my god, Robin," Steve sounds so sad, like so fake sad and pitying, the mean girl that he is "if your mom is expecting house parties she's gonna be so sad."

Robin fuckin' cackles. Kind of bangs her head back into Steve's stomach. His poor fuckin' ribs.

Need a plate? No problem. Run it under the sink, pick the dried up shit on it off with your thumbnail. Plate. Done. Easy. 

"When Wayne started working third shift I was like, 15," he kind of gestures towards Robin, commiserating "he wasn't around at night so he could be home after school and shit. So it was just my stupid ass after hours. But like, I'd never lived in a place with a washing machine before and I was probably like, trying to make a good impression or something so I read the box of Tide, no shit, 20 times. And I got so stressed out about, like, washing temperatures and the scoop in the box and shit I just put dish soap in it and that shit does not work the same." Robin cackles into the silence of the empty house, and Steve snorts, kinda bangs his head on the underside of the bed frame. Like his skull hasn't been through enough. Now partially underneath it, having squirmed away a bit from Robin's ongoing onslaught of his torso. "Plus side though, that's absolutely how you get out of certain household chores for the indeterminate future. I totally fucked up the floor, there like a- fuckin'- bubble in it. Fridge door gets stuck on it. Wayne still bitches about it."

"But you tried!" Steve and Robin and their shared frontal cortex say at the same time.

"But I tried!" he echoes, letting his shoe brush against Steve's knee.

Pro tip? Phone rings? Don’t even answer it. That’s what they don’t tell you about phones, you don’t even have to answer it. The noise is all five alarm urgent like you gotta, worst fuckin' noise in the world like it’s gonna be a problem if you don’t. But you actually don’t. 

"There was this one time my parents were gone to this conference in Denver for like, two weeks, I think I must have been 10. And half the lights in the house died on day two. It was so weird. Like, the light in the fridge went out and I didn't even know they made light bulbs for that. There weren't even light bulbs in the house for lamps. I made dinner with a flashlight."

Steve's the only one laughing and maybe he knows it which is why he tries to cover. Double down. All on black. Its not like they don't both like. Know.

"They ended up staying another two weeks. You can totally make Kraft in the microwave, did you know that? I was so afraid of using the stove. Like, its still kind of crunchy, like the noodles or whatever but like- I'd never been allowed to, so I thought like, even home alone, I'd get yelled at if I tried. So I just. Didn't."

Get a little spooked by yourself? Get in your head a little? Trailer park too quiet? That tick tick tick ticking sound speeding up a little? Turn all the lights on in the trailer. Who’s gonna stop you? 

"And here we are." Robin says, and he's pretty sure he can hear her voice echo down the empty hallway.

#prompts #bettiebloodshed #eddie munson #robin buckley #steve harrington

[goldenempyrean]

sick!liz x reader where they spend a day at the pool. after showering, stubborn lizzie refuses to blowdry her hair before going to bed. she quickly regrets that decision when she wakes up in the middle of the night sneezing and coughing nonstop

Goodnight, My Love

Heyyy, this has been sitting patiently in my inbox for faaaar too long, so here it is ;)

Summary: You told your girlfriend that she should’ve dried her hair, did she listen? No. Did she regret it? Yes.

Wordcount:1510

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“The shower’s ready for you.” Lizzie said as she came out of the bathroom, a white towel wrapped snugly around her.

You smiled as you thanked her, taking a minute to admire her figure as she began to slowly dry herself before making your way into the bathroom.

Hot steam had filled the room and you felt a feeling of relaxation fade over you as you entered the room. You took of your clothes and stepped into the running shower, the hot water falling gracefully over your body, instantly relieving you from the aches in your muscles.

Earlier on that day both yourself and Lizzie had gone swimming in your pool together. It was been really fun too! Time had flown by in seconds, you’d only realised how late it had gotten once you both saw the sky become a beautiful ombré of orange and pink as the sun began to set.

You felt yourself begin to grin as you remembered the days events, you always loved spending the day with Lizzie. You let yourself soak up the heat of the water for another minute before washing your hair and body, making sure that there was no traces of chlorine left on your skin.

10 minutes later you were all fresh and clean, stepping out of the shower, you grabbed the fuzzy towel which Lizzie had left on the radiator for you. Slipping on your slippers you padded back out into your bedroom, feeling a flustered your cheeks at the sight of Lizzie sitting upright in bed, there were a pair of reading glasses sitting cutely over her nose while she wore one of your loose tshirts. In her hands she held a small book as her hair hung in wet stands beside her head, God she looked beautiful.

“Hey baby.” You smiled, walking over towards your desk, sitting down as you took the cord of your hairdryer and plugged it into the outlet.

“Hey,” She replied, looking up from her book, “How was your shower sweetie?”

“It was great, thank you for leaving the towel on the radiator, it feels amazing.” You said, turning on the machine in your hand, the hot wind beginning to dry your hair. Pulling a brush through your damp hair, you were sure to dry every part of it and 5 minutes later you found yourself pulling your hair into a loose bun.

“What about yours, you drying your hair too?” You asked curiously as you finished drying yourself off, the majority of your body had dried from the towel just being wrapped around you alone.

“No, it’ll be fine.” Came her reply, as she glanced up to watch you change into a pair of grey silky pyjamas.

“I can dry it for you if you’re too tired?” You offered kindly as you threw your towel into the laundry basket at the opposite site of your room, neatly landing it in.

“Its okay, but thank you.” She flashed you a genuine smile and you could see the small twinkle in her eyes sparkle as you climbed into bed beside her.

“You sure? Going to bed with wet hair is meant to be bad for you.” You pondered as Lizzie shrugged.

“It’ll be fine, nothings ever happened before.” She said, turning the page of her book.

You dropped the matter. Lizzie was old enough to make her own decisions afterall, instead you asked, “That book any good?”

Lizzie lifted her arm and wrapped it around your shoulders as you cuddled into her, “Its pretty good so far.” She softly replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, “You should head to sleep my love, that swimming looks like its tired you out.”

You gave in to the urge to yawn as Lizzie closed her book, placing it neatly atop of her nightstand, “You sleeping too?” You replied, already knowing the answer. Lizzie gave you a nod as she clicked the small lamp, turning the light off.

A gentle, comforting darkness swallowed the room as both yourself and Lizzie snuggled down into the sheets, not minding the wet hair running down her neck.

“Goodnight sweetie.”

“Goodnight.”

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You didn’t exactly know what had woken you at first as you slowly awoke from your sleep. Peering through the swaying curtains, you sighed realising you’d left the window open. Catching glimpses of the outside world you quickly realised that it was still dark outside, pitch black infact.

Reaching over, you grabbed your phone from your nightstand, clicking it on. The bright light from the screen forcing you to squint your eyes as you made out the time displayed on it, 2:31 AM.

A sudden sound made you jump, causing you to drop your phone onto yourself. A deep, chesty, congested-sounding cough rattles out from the woman beside you. Oh. So that’s why you’d woken up.

It was only then that you’d notice the quiet raspy crackling which came from her chest as she breathed heavily.

You were about to speak up and ask her if she was okay when you felt her muscles go suddenly tense against your back.

“Hhh’uSHH!” Lizzie stifled a sneeze, you felt yourself instantly coil with concern at the sound. A wet, exhausted sound, a sound only heard when either of you were sick.

You rolled over to face her, she had her back to you and hadn’t spoken a word, “Bless you.”

It was then that she turned to lay on her back, shuffling upwards so she was slightly upright, “Im sorry baby, did I wake you up?” She croaked, giving a thick sniffle afterwards, her voice breaking on certain words as the raspy words left her throat.

“No.” You fibbed, sitting yourself up beside her as she spluttered off into another set of coughs and you felt the concern in the pit of your stomach grow, “You don’t sound very well at all, my love.”

“Im okay.” She tried to assure you as she finally finished coughing, “Just something in my throat.” Her argument was weak but you couldn’t help but be astonished at her blatant denial.

Lizzie sniffled as her breath caught on her words, “You shou- hH- probably- H- go back -hH- to sleep.” Her nose twitched as she fought off the itching tickle.

You hummed and carefully reached over her to tap on her lamp, the dim light softly illuminated the room, seeing Lizzie’s flushed cheeks and glossy eyes you couldn’t help but give her a sympathetic pout, “Baby yo-“

“Hh’iTSHHUUEW!” Lizzie suddenly snapped forwards as she sneezed into her palm, the fluttering of her eyes told you she wasn’t quite finished, “Hhh-hh’ITSHHIEW! HUP’TSHHHEW!”

“Oh my sweet babygirl, bless you!” You exclaimed as Lizzie’s absurdly loud sneezes came.

It took you a second to notice that she hadn’t removed her palm from its position cupped firmly against her face, her eyes widening behind her hand. You looked at her with uncertain expression before realising what she needed. You hopped up from the bed and jogged to the bathroom, quickly returning with the box of tissues you kept in there. With an understanding nod, you wordlessly placed the box in front of her, turning around to give her some privacy.

You heard the sound of Lizzie blowing her nose before she spoke up again, “Im so sorry that was disgustingly gross.” You could hear the embarrassment entangled within her voice.

“Oh no baby.” You said reassuringly, climbing back into bed beside her, “Nothing was gross, its okay. It happens sometimes, you’re okay sweetie.”

Lizzie sniffled as you kept pressing gentle kisses to her head, she felt herself sink into you, letting her arm fall over you as she cuddled into your embrace, “I felt fine earlier…” Her raspy voice whimpered as she turned her head away to muffle another series of damp congested coughs into the covers.

You slipped your hand around and began rubbing her back, you wanted to say ‘I told you so’ but it didn’t seem appropriate, “I think its because you went to sleep with your hair all wet, plus, that window was left open so its been cold in here all night.” You said, reminding yourself to gently hold your hand against her forehead, “You’re a little too warm, do you want me to get you some medicine?” You asked, feeling Lizzie shake her head a moment later.

“I just want to go back to sleep.” She sniffled before taking another tissue to blow her running nose, “You should go back to sleep too sweetie.” She added, resting her head against your chest.

“That sounds good to me baby, I do want you to take something for this though if your still feeling like this when we wake up.” You said as you got comfortable and settled your head down on your pillow.

It wasn’t long before you heard small congested snores arise from your sleeping girlfriend. You felt yourself sigh as you pressed a final kiss to her feverish forehead, a silent vow that you would keep her safe as she slept.

“Goodnight, my love.”

#sickfic #snzfic #marvel sickfic #whump #fluffy #marvel snzfic #mcu #femreader #snz #sick!lizzie olsen x reader #sick lizzie olsen #lizzie olsen fluff #lizzie olsen sickfic #lizzie olsen whump #lizzie olsen comfort #lizzie olsen caretaking #lizzie olsen snzfic #lizzie olsen x reader #lizzie olsen x y/n #lizzie olsen x fem!reader #sick lizzie olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x y/n #elizabeth olsen sickfic #elizabeth olsen fluff #elizabeth olsen whump

[bassettmemes]

BIG DUMB HEART, CHAPTER TWO ↳ a collection of lyrics from jenna raine's big dumb heart, chapter two ep, as well as the singles fumbled the bag and see you later (ten years).

IT IS WHAT IT IS.

"Shrunk all my clothes in the washing machine."

"Running on two or three hours of sleep."

"There's a light flashing in my car, I don't know what it means."

"Ya know what I mean?."

"Thought I knew chaos then I turned eighteen."

"Lemons make lemonade. Flowers bloom in the rain. Growing up is a pain. It is what it is."

"It's not the end of the world; there's always light where it burns."

"It's kinda weird, kinda fun, I'm a speck on a rock."

"You can laugh, you can dance with your stomach in knots."

"You can trip, you can slip, you can fall down again, again, again and again, and it all works out in the end."

CRUISE CONTROL.

"Play the role, do what I'm told and keep it quiet, a never ending picket fence to live and die in."

"It's never made sense to me, I don't want the same routine that's on repeat, don't want it easy."

"Deep inside I just want to get up and leave."

"Even my bedroom ceiling is getting a little bored, and I got no reason to stay here anymore."

"High speed driving into the unknown. It's about time to take my hands off the wheel and just breathe in."

"What a feeling, taking off the cruise control."

"Trust the silence of the empty road. Right now, I don't need to see where I'm going."

"What's a life if you don't go and live it."

"Take a risk, it's better than a million what if's."

"I guess I've always had one foot out the door. There ain't one good reason to stay here anymore."

NIGHTS LIKE THESE.

"Called me out the blue, you needed something to do, and you had one more seat left in the trunk."

"You said, "We're waiting outside, don't look at the time"."

"I put on my favorite sweater, then we got breakfast for dinner."

"And, when they kicked us out we went for a ride, laughed 'til we cried."

"It feels like a movie."

"Everything freezes for a second."

"I let my memory take a picture I won't delete."

"I hate when it hits me that we're getting older every second, slipping away between our fingers in a blink."

"We go park the car somewhere we can see the stars and the light pollution isn't so bad, and look out at the lights."

"Tell me about your dreams, they're not as scary as they seem."

"I can't wait to watch you make it big. Yeah, you're going far."

"It feels like forever."

"I don't wanna jinx it if I say it, but we could be friends through all the ages, don't you think?"

"The same stupid kids with older faces. I guess either way I wouldn't change a single thing."

"And, when I'm 60, pulling a box out of the attic, telling my kids about the past like yesterday, they'll point at the pictures, and I'll hear the laughter in the diner. The smell of the coffee and the pancakes never fades."

WHAT ARE FRIENDS FOR.

"I knew it straight away, he was gonna let you down."

"Gonna have to find out for yourself."

"Had to let the flame burn out, hate to see you hurting now. I won't say I told you so."

"I'll hold you when he won't, even if it's 2 AM, and you said you wouldn't cry again."

"You can show up at my door and pour your heart out on my floor."

"Why are you not on your way? Just 10 minutes on the interstate. If you can't show up at my door, and pour your heart out on my floor, then what are friends for."

"We can order too much food, watch a movie in my room, tomorrow we'll be sleeping in, waking up at 2 PM, when he texts you back, I'll make sure you don't text back."

FUMBLED THE BAG.

"I saw you out with your friends, same old cologne on your skin."

"You said, "I miss you" and "how you been?". You know I'm no good at this."

"My stomach's doing front flips, I used to know you, it makes me sick."

"So don't call me overdramatic, pretending the story of us isn't tragic."

"What if the best thing that you had is somebody that you want back?"

"What if the moment you walked away, you wished you turned around?"

"What if you got it all wrong and I was the one all along?"

"Hate to say, "I told you so", but baby ain't it sad? You fumbled the bag."

"You said your sister's engaged, she found love, you can't say the same."

"Thought that would be us one day."

"Small talk is hard to maintain when my heart's in 2019, you stood close and I just looked away."

"Now you gotta watch me give the world to someone else."

"You're throwing matches on a flame, but you're the one who burned it out."

SEE YOU LATER (TEN YEARS).

"It's funny 'cause I've always dreamed of me and you now here we are, staring at the stars."

"You just broke my heart even though you promised you'd never do that from the start."

"I guess we can only make it so far, 'cause time wasn't in our favor. This isn't "goodbye", this is simply "see you later"."

"Let me know when it's time to come back."

"Maybe when your life is on track, and you don't have to hesitate, hopefully it isn't too late. Luckily for you I'm patient."

"I'm OK with you making me wait and, as long as you're near, I'll be here, even if it takes ten years."

"Can't fall in love, when I found the one, how am I supposed to move on, when you're never really too far gone?"

"The memories won't go away, I feel pain every time I hear your name, but I always think of you the same."

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TWST Fanschool OC Profile ~ Bobbie Flutterheart

"The Stage is like a new lover. Be prepared to give it your all and it will love you back or get a new one hehe." ~ Bobbie Flutterheart

Personal Info

Name: Bobbie Flutterheart

Gender: Non-binary Transfem (She/They)

Age: 32

Species: Dino-Reptilian Beasthuman

Based on: Birdo from Super Mario Series

Orientation: Pansexual

Birthday: 10/9

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 168cm

Eye Color: Royal Blue

Hair Color: Dusty Pink

Homeland: Interstate Hill

Work Info

School: Hourglass Station Academy (@hourglassstationacademy)

Occupation: Theater Arts Teacher,Retired Stage Performer

Other Info

Dominant Hand: Right

Favorite Food: Deviled Eggs

Least Favorite Food: Shellfish

Dislikes: Sweating,Tardiness,Forgetting Something,Off Tune Singing,Lack of Attention,Her Favorite Lipstick Shade being Sold Out

Hobby: Watching Her Old stage Plays,Makeup Organization,Hair/Horn Care,Shopping,Reciting Movie Quotes,Flirting with everyone at work,Reading Play Scripts

Talents: Acting,Makeup,Directing Plays,Making Casting Sheets,Looking Fabulous,Flirtation,Energizing a Room,Singing,Posing

Elemental Magic: Light/Flora

Unique Magic: "Egg em off stage!" - Bobbie can conjure an infinite amount of eggs filled with whatever she wants them filled with and often throws them at whatever/whoever is making her angry repeatedly.

OC’s Lore Summary: A stage performer who once had her name in lights as a main cast in a play. Now retired she struggles to do normal things as her mind only thinks about her days on the stage. She finally decided to see if teaching/seeing others continue stage life would keep her happy.

Personality: Bobbie can come off as dramatic a lot given she is usually in acting mode but that's not all the time. She is super flirty around her coworkers, always trying to get a date or invite to her place. It's an annoying way to ask for friends as she thinks only those who love her would be her friends. She can get vain if seeing someone getting a lot of attention over her but that's just her not accepting she isn't the center of attention any more. When tired or off work she shows her true nature of just being lonely and wanting someone to give her a little bit of attention.

Fun Facts: Bobbie started acting at age 6. Often was casted as a monster as a kid.

Most comments about Bobbie stage acting were about how her deep voice carried and felt good in people's ear whenever she talked or sang.

Even though she may be too old for bows, Bobbie always wears one in her hair. People she flirts with often say they can't take her seriously as she looks childish with it on. She knows it looks cute so ignores comments about her bow.

She is mostly known for monster and demon play roles given how she looks but she has some regular roles too she is proud of.

She had no preference when it came to roles. She would try out for male,female,and all other types. Often getting evil male or effeminate male roles.

Since retirement she has struggled to do basic things as she always had someone doing them for her. She constantly fights with her washing machine,microwaves all her food,and will throw something away and get new one rather than clean it. Only thing she has been ok with is the dishwasher.

Bobbie wears what seems to be a diamond wedding ring on her left hand but everyone knows she is not married. She bought it for herself as a way to distract her mind from loneliness as she can imagine getting married when looking at it.

She needs friends but always tries to turn a potential friend into a lover even just for a night so she barely has anyone who'd say she is their friend. Most are stage performers who never see her in person so don't get hit on as they know how she is but still care about her. They text or talk to her on the phone or on social media sites.

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What's your most embarassing moment?

I shouldn't be telling you this, because it's too long, and I'll generate corny jokes about some of the scenes. But one sunny morning back in second grade, I decided to go to school at 6 AM, one hour early. My mother brings me to school using her tricycle. It's just a bike with a sidecar, not the motor-powered one. The night before that day, it rained, so some water accumulated in front of the school gate. It always happens because there is no drainage system in our school back then, so a lot of water is always gathered in that spot. And yep, of course, I saw that muddy water in front of the school gate and it gave me an idea. That will play a big role in this story, so my mother dropped me off, and I realized I was so early that some teachers hadn't arrived yet, and I was the only person in our room. So I decided to walk around the school, and then suddenly I got bored. And then I remembered the idea that I was thinking about a while ago, and I decided to do it. The idea is to walk and jump across the muddy water using some stones that are spread across the muddy water. First I stared at that and came up with a plan. The plan was to hold on to the gate of the school, so that I would never fall. I really thought it was a pretty decent idea, so like what I planned, I jumped on the first stone, and when I landed, the freaking stone wiggled and I slip away. It happened so fast that I didn't even have a chance to hold on to the gate, so I fell into that muddy water. It was a nightmare. My body was covered with mud. My white uniform suddenly turned brown, I remember there were a lot of concerned human beings in the store in front of the school, and they saw me fall. I can say that they were so concerned that they didn't even help me to get up. So I got up. I was so embarrassed I couldn't even cry. I just ran away towards our house, covered with mud. At that time, some students were walking toward the school, and some people were cleaning their front yards, and they saw me running. Of course, when they saw me, they left a comment. I don't want to remember those comments. It's so embarrassing. but if you want to know those comments just imagine yourself in my situation hahah. I'll always just think that what they saw is a new superhero in town named Muddy Man, and my power is, "I can turn your ordinary day into an extra-embarassing day." hahah I remember coming to our house breathless and covered with mud and my mother saw me She was like, "What the holy washing machine happened to you?" and I was like i "I-i-i-i fell" i remember looking like a depressed muddy pig and my mother is taking care of me while spittin some heavy diss track hahaha Take note that our house is 4 streets away from our school, so I can say that it was one hell of an embarrassing journey. Because of that I didn't take the morning classes, but my bag is in the room and my existence was not in there, I'm just in our house thinking about my life choices. I think one of the most stupid thing about that day is I don't even know until now why I came to school that early, all of that will never happen if I just watch MTV top 10 before coming to school usually MTV top 10 always end at exactly 7am, its a routine for me to watch that every day before coming to school, but that day is different. It seems like the devil planned it all out. So yeah it already happens and I cannot do anything to prevent that, so maybe I'll just laugh at everything hahahhaha