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[yandere-daze]

I´ve had this idea plague my mind for the last few days and now it´s finally time for me to unleash it onto the world. Feel free to comment on or ask questions about this idea/ AU if you find it interesting!

This work was inspired by the normalized yandere genshin AU I stumbled upon while scrolling through Tumblr, created by @fancyfeathers

Hope you enjoy!

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tw yandere, normalized yandere behaviour, mentions of obsession, possessiveness, kidnapping, stalking, murder, emotional manipulation and isolation

Yandere! Genshin Academy/Normalized Yandere AU

In this AU, yanderes are a normal and accepted part of society. Not only are their toxic attitudes and behaviours permitted but even encouraged. Somehow, over the years, people have even started to wish for a yandere as their partners. By Teyvat society at large, yanderes are seen as somewhat of an ideal partner. They´re fiercely loyal and would do absolutely anything for their darlings, right?

And yet, many darlings sing a different tune when reality suddenly comes crashing down onto them when a yandere actually starts pursuing them. Fantasizing about things such as being kidnapped is simply something entirely different compared to experiencing the real thing. And yet, when they call out for help from their loved ones, they´re simply patted on their back and congratulated. Some might even express their condolences to the poor yandere, saying that it always takes a bit of time for a darling to realize that this is for the best.

You are one of the few people who are completely horrified by the concept of a yandere and even more so to see everyone around you treat kidnappings or murder sprees as something completely normal or even romantic. You shudder at the thought of ever attracting the attention of a yandere, knowing that you would have no one to help you avoid that dreadful fate.

Which is why your complete world is turned upside down when you´ve been registered at the wrong academy by mistake. An administrative error, you were told. One, that might take a few weeks or even months to correct.

Now normally, you would have been annoyed but fine with this. You would just have to bear with it for a bit and attend a different school until the error is fixed and you can finally go to your desired one.

But you felt a pool of dread form deep within you when you did some research on the academy you had been wrongly assigned to. It actually wasn´t all that easy to find information on the academy, which you found strange, seeing as this has never been an issue with any other well-regarded academy. But no matter how much you search, nothing concrete is to be found. Only a few abandoned forum posts where people asked around about their missing friend who had last been seen close to the academy in question.

It made you feel a bit uneasy but you figured that it probably didn´t have anything to do with the academy itself. As sad as it was, disappearances were happening all over Teyvat, so this one case wasn´t really of note.

But seeing as you couldn´t find anything else, you figured that you would just need to figure things out on your first day attending the academy.

And oh, were you in for a nasty surprise.

As soon as you sat down for your first lesson, you noticed how strange the atmosphere was. Everyone had been staring at you so strangely when you entered the room, it kind of unnerved you.

After that, a few introductions were exchanged and you slowly calmed down again. Your classmates seemed nice enough and you thought that maybe, your time here wouldn´t be so bad after all.

All that quickly changed when your professor finally entered the room and introduced himself as the instructor who would teach you the subject of "stalking".

Turning your head left and right, you tried to see if anyone else was as shocked about this as you were but to your surprise, no one even raised an eyebrow at this very concerning introduction.

A class on stalking? Maybe this wasn´t what you actually feared and more so a clumsy way of saying that this would be a psychology class focusing on the mental effects stalking has on the victims? With all these yanderes running around unchecked, there were bound to be many victims and so a class like this might actually be beneficiary. I mean surely they wouldn´t actually try to teach young adults how to kidnap someone, right?

Right?

Well, it turns out you were wrong when the professor started outlining different forms of stalking. Following "your darling" around, stalking them online, placing cameras or microphones in their rooms to observe them anytime you wanted.

Your mind was spiraling as you listened to the lecture and you briefly wondered at just what kind of an academy you had been enlisted in. Surely this must be some kind of joke, right? A prank played on newcomers at the academy to get them spooked? Surely someone is going to come in any moment, clear all of this up and then laugh at you actually falling for this?

But no matter how much you hoped for this to be the case, no one was coming. No one was making fun of you for falling for such an obvious prank. In fact, none of your classmates seemed perturbed at all by what was being taught here. How could they be okay with a lesson that basically amounted to "how to stalk someone 101"? You felt like you were losing your mind.

Glancing to your right, you see your blond deskmate eagerly nodding along to whatever the professor was saying and swiftly taking notes whenever a sentence seemed to particularly strike a chord with him. His red eyes practically sparkled as he outlined "helpful tips and tricks for not alerting your darling of your presence" on his paper, using a text marker to highlight a particular passage as if to say that it would come in handy in the future.

On your left, you saw another tall male student and for a moment you hoped that maybe, just maybe, there was someone else here who was bothered by the lecture given. He had a bored look on his face and he was wearing some type of headphones over his grey hair. Was he even paying attention? Maybe he was trying to cancel out the horrific lecture taking place at the moment.

You discreetly leaned over a bit, only to see that he was actually holding a book hidden under the desk, his eyes carefully following the paragraphs of tiny letters. Well, it seems like he certainly wasn´t paying much attention to the lecture because what he was secretly reading seemed to be some advanced material on the success rate of different methods of stalking, from the looks of it.

You quickly turned your head back when you saw him glancing over at you with an unreadable stare. Well, it looks like your hopes were dashed again after all. This guy was nuts too.

Knowing this, you really couldn´t do much aside from waiting for class to be over.

Your small hope that this was just a really strange outlier was quickly destroyed again in your following classes.

Next was a class on emotional manipulation and how to get your darling to depend on you.

Then, a class on how to force yourself into your darling´s life and how to approach growing closer to them.

Finally, the day ended with a lecture on how to kidnap your darling and make them disappear without a trace.

As the bell finally rung, the professor informed your class that there was also an optional class about how to effectively "get rid" of a rival that you can sign up for. You pretended to not be bothered when several students raised their hands to show their interest in attending this course.

You scrambled to get out of your seat as fast as possible, not wanting to stay in this hellish classroom for even a second later. You fled into the hallway and walk by groups of students excitedly chattering about things you didn´t want to listen to.

"Oh, I hope I can find my darling soon! I just know I´ll feel a special connection when we first make eye contact! I´ve been waiting for so long", the first girl swooned as she twirled strands of her long brown hair around her finger, seemingly lost in her own fantasies.

"Agreed. I know that once I meet my darling, I won´t let anything get between us. I will never let them go. It´s only a matter of time", the taller, blue-haired woman chimed in, her voice calmer than that of her excitable friend.

You didn´t like the way her eyes linger on you as you pass by them.

Once home, you tried to make contact with the administrative office again to ask them if the process of your transfer can be sped up in any way. You didn´t want to spend another second in that academy.

With what you have seen today, you were easily able to deduce the true nature of this academy and it left you absolutely terrified.

The fact that you weren´t able to find any information about the academy beforehand, your strange classmates fixated on their potential "darlings" and of course the horrid classes being taught there.

Somehow, you have ended up in an academy for yanderes. Every single person you saw there today was a lovesick lunatic in some shape or form. And the more you thought about it, the more you realized you were in huge danger there. What would your crazed classmates do if they ever found out that you actually weren´t a fellow yandere but someone they could claim as a "darling"? The very thought of it makes you sick. You have to get out of there immediately!

Which is why your heart dropped when after some long hesitation, the person on the phone finally answered you.

"You must excuse me but I´m afraid to tell you that there have been some... unforeseen circumstances that do not permit me to work on your case at the moment. I have been asked to postpone this matter until further notice".

"What? Why?", is all you could manage to say in your befuddlement. You knew bureaucracy can take a long time but for this woman to specifically be asked to postpone this? Just what was going on here?

Again, the woman on the phone hesitated to answer and you could hear a tinge of nervousness in her voice when she finally spoke up. As if she wasn´t sure if she was allowed to say what she was about to.

"I´m afraid that I´m not at liberty to provide this information. The person asking me to...focus on different cases for the meantime wished to stay anonymous. Even so, it is not within my power to refuse their wishes as they have provided our establishment with a generous donation. I sadly cannot help you with this issue", at least the woman did sound generally apologetic but that didn´t really help you in this situation.

Your mind was still reeling as you processed this information. Someone specifically asked for your transferal to not be worked on? Why would anyone do this? And they seemed to have a large fortune too? Why all this to make you stay around?

It can´t be that you already attracted someone´s attention while at the academy, right? Surely that couldn´t be true! You made sure to not interact with anyone directly after you realized just what kind of people attended this school. How could one of these yanderes have "fallen for you" already?

It seemed so utterly unbelievable and if you were being honest, you didn´t want to believe that it was true either. But nothing else made sense. Why would anyone do this otherwise?

Noticing your prolonged silence, the woman spoke up once more.

"I´m sure that all of this will be resolved soon. It will only be a few months. I am sure you will find many friends at your current school soon."

You sure hoped not. The thought of being noticed by any of the yanderes already made the hairs on your neck rise. You vowed to stay away from anyone who even showed a fleeting interest in you. You had to keep yourself safe until you can finally switch schools. You could do this, you had to!

You barely registered when the woman bid you farewell and hung up the phone after you once again didn´t answer her.

Now completely alone, you forged a plan. If you didn´t want to get involved in anything dangerous, no one could find out that you were actually here by mistake and not a yandere. Nothing could be worse than these lunatics finding out that you´re a darling, so you´ll have to be very careful. But how do you do this?

Well, it seemed like you must act like a yandere yourself. You would have to pretend that you´re a lovesick fool who totally isn´t bothered by all this talk about kidnapping, stalking, and murder. Thinking about it again already made you sick but you didn´t really have any other options. No one could find out or it was over for you.

You only hoped that you could convincingly play the part and that no one was perceptive enough to see right through you. Well, it couldn´t be that hard, right?

Surely no one already had their eye on you. Right?

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Dinosaur

Lewis Hamilton x Reader

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The thunder crashed outside, the rain pouring heavily on to the streets below. While inside was quite the opposite compared to the roaring storm that was outside the shared apartment you and Lewis had. You both were sitting on the floor around the coffee table playing card games to make time go by faster. You know where to start a game of war. While you were separating out the deck Lewis broke the silence.

“Y/n truth or dare?”

You looked up at him with confusion written all over your face. “Truth?” You said questionably.

He giggled. “If you could be any animal what would you be?”

You couldn't help but laugh, this was the last question you thought you were going to be asked. “A dinosaur.” You answered confidently.

Lewis smiled, “Why? Because they're big and scary?” He asked jokingly, putting his arms next to him like a T-Rex.

You shook your head, and looked up at him to make eye contact. “No, because they're dead.” You said with a monotone voice.

Lewis looked at you with confusion written all over his face, that was the last thing he thought would come out of your mouth. His jaw was wide open, almost touching the floor.

“Baby, close your mouth you are going to attract flies.” You giggled.

His mouth then quickly snapped shut, and crawled over to you and quickly pulled you into his chest.

“God I love you, but sometimes you are a pain in my ass.” He whispered.

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Pickled Interruptions - a Pickled Peña Production

Hello!

As you've probably seen, we've been gearing up for a writing challenge these past few weeks - Pickled Peña! A brain child of some of my lovely friends here on Tumblr. Anyone who joins in will be added to the Pickled Peña Master List over at @pickled-pena and I cannot wait to see what everyone comes up with based on the prompts that were randomly selected.

Below the cut is my contribution. I ended up using an OFC I created for another fandom but there's no need for prior information about her to read this fic. I just wanted to bring her out to play again because she's such a firecracker and would give Peña a challenge.

There are no warnings for this fic, it's just a bit of spicy fluff, mentions of pickles, sticky floors and Peña's half hard dick because...you know...

“Daniels! No fucking pickles in the vodka orange!” Eve snapped at the new bartender on her shift as she grabbed a pair of tongs and picked the sad, floating cucumber from the orange juice. 

“Who the hell even hired you?” she growled at him as he shrugged and slid the drink over to the disgruntled looking patron on the other side of the bar. 

Eve sighed and went back to serving her side of the bar, keeping an eye on him from the corner of her eye. It was New Year's Eve, the busiest night of the year in any decent club but instead of making drinks and getting big tips, she was now babysitting the dumbass newbie. The imbecile further down the bar had been hired just yesterday to cover for a skinny kid, Lenny, who’d suddenly called in and claimed he had a broken leg. 

And she could see why Daniels had been hired, the cluster of women surrounding his section of the bar made it very evident. The man was undeniably good looking, his broad shoulders and narrow hips emphasized by the uniform worn by all the bartenders at the club, tight fitting black slacks, a white shirt open at the neck, rolled up sleeves and a black vest. She’d be lying to herself if she didn’t say she was tempted, but she pulled her eyes away from his butt as he bent down to pick up a tumbler he’d dropped. It was a very good butt, but she had a job to do, and she could see almost every woman, and some of the men, stare at it when he turned around to grab whiskey from the top shelf. 

“Daniels!” she yelled, making him jump and almost drop the five hundred dollar bottle of bourbon he’d just grabbed. “We do not put JD Gold Medal in a fucking Jack and Coke,” she hissed at him as she took the bottle from his hand, “get a fucking grip, regular JD is just fine.” 

“Yes, boss,” he replied, grabbing the right bottle this time, pouring a much too generous measure into the glass as Eve rolled her eyes. 

“Put this back on the shelf when you’re done,” she snapped, “Considering your name I really thought you’d know more about Jack Daniels, Jack Daniels,” she scoffed at him and went back to her section of the bar.  

Javier Peña seethed under his breath as he poured the Coke into the glass, trying to remember his bartending crash course from two days ago. Who’s stupid fucking idea had it been to give him the alias Jack-fucking-Daniels? This last minute undercover thing was dicey as fuck as it was, even if was just to be reconnaissance to figure out when the next drug shipment this club was a front for would come in. He just needed to get a look at the office in the back, but so far the bossy know-it-all they’d stuck him with at the bar had gone back there herself every time something was needed from storage. 

He glanced over at her, she was leaning over the counter, smiling at some clearly drunk blonde guy, the open buttons of her white shirt straining against her cleavage, giving the man a perfect view. And he was taking advantage of it, not even attempting to hide the way he was staring at her breasts. But judging by the generous tip he gave her when she passed him his drink, it had been worth it. And he had to give it to her, she had the looks to make all the men at the bar hang on to her every movement as she swiftly made their drinks. He had noticed that most of the men were on her side of the bar, and the women on his side. He didn’t mind, he just wished he was as fast as her when it came to making drinks. He fucking hated having to ask her for instructions, her barely contained eye rolls becoming more and more pronounced the further the night went. But she was right, he wouldn’t have fucking hired himself either, the only drink he knew was whiskey, neat. 

Javier had tried flirting with Eve, hoping to get some information from her while she showed him where everything was in the bar before opening on his first night the day before. 

“The ice is here, it usually needs to be refilled once a night if it’s busy. The big ice machine is next to the storage room out back,” she thumbed behind her to the door, “but I’ll handle that. You just keep the patrons happy for now.” 

“How about keeping you happy,” he smiled, wiping his thumb over his bottom lip, “I don’t mind carrying the heavy stuff for you, cariño.” 

“Yeah, thanks, I can handle myself,” she snorted, turning away from him and nudging the bar fridge with the toe of her shoe, “This is where we keep any garnishes for the cocktails, we’ll need to cut up some more during the night so keep an eye on how much we have left.” 

“So, you’ve been doing this long? You seem to know your way around a bar,” he asked as he leaned on the counter next to her, making sure he was down on her level as he smiled, reaching up to tuck a strand of her copper red hair behind her ear. She swatted away his hand and he chuckled, “Feisty, jus-” 

“If you say what I think you're about to say about redheads and temper, just shut it,” she snapped at him, her eyes flashing, “I’ve heard every possible variation.” 

“Sorry, sorry,” he grinned, holding up his hands in surrender as she turned on her heel and stalked off to the other side of the bar, grabbing the dish cloth and throwing it at him with a flick of her wrist. 

“You’re on dishwasher duty, don’t fuck up.” 

He caught it mid air before it hit his face, sauntering after her as she pulled up the hood of the dishwasher.

“I’m sorry, I’ll be less predictable in the future,” he grinned and changed his tact, giving her a softer smile this time, leaving some space between them, “I’ve always had a soft spot for redheads, never dated one though,” he said, tilting his head as she scowled. He was making sure to keep his eyes on her face and not let them drift down to where the shirt of her uniform opened up. 

“Good for you;” she replied, pulling out the tray of clean glasses and pointing to them, “They need to be dried or they’ll have water stains, get to it.” 

“Yes, boss.”

“And put them with the other clean glasses when you’re done,” she pulled down the hood again and started turning away but Javier put his hand out to stop her.

“Wait, I apologize, I was an ass, I didn’t mean to come on so strong,” he gently put his hand on her upper arm, careful to not grab her, just let it rest there as he gave her his most sincere look, “but if you get an evening off, I’d like to make it up to you and take you out, just for a drink or something.” 

He smiled at her again, keeping it soft and honest looking as he removed his hand from her arm, “I’m serious, you’re a beautiful woman and clearly a much better bartender than me, and I’d like to get to know you. If you’ll let me.” 

He kept his eyes on her as he stopped talking, reading her face for any tell tale signs of her softening but she wasn’t budging. 

“I don’t date bartenders,” she smirked, picking up an empty tray and leaving the bar area. 

“Make it your New Year’s resolution to try something new and date one?” he called after her with a grin as she began collecting dirty glasses

“Not dating bartenders is my New Year’s resolution,” she threw back at him over her shoulder. 

The first night at the bar had been a disaster and the second was shaping up to be even worse. The bar was quickly getting packed with people out to celebrate New Year’s Eve and it was all hands on deck. Eve cursed as she saw Daniels attempt a gin and tonic, adding far too much tonic as the guest protested. To adjust he poured more gin into the tall glass and made the G&T strong enough to knock out a bull. 

“Daniels!” Eve called, jerking her head in the direction of the back door, “We’re gonna need two new kegs of Stella, get ‘em for me. Patty, take over for Daniels, we’ll be faster without him.” 

Javier tried to look pissed off but in reality this was what he’d been hoping for. Handing the G&T to Patty, who gave him a dirty look, he left the bar and hurried towards the backdoor. If he moved quickly he’d get a few minutes to snoop around. 

The backdoor led to a large storage room, the kegs were stacked in a corner. But at the other end of the room was another door that led to a hallway, and at the end of that, the office. Javier knew this since they’d managed to pull the blueprint of the building from city hall, and now he quickly grabbed a keg and brought it back to the bar. 

“Gonna take a few minutes for the next one, I knocked some shit over, I need to clean it up,” he told Eve, shrugging as she rolled her eyes at him, handing a patron a bright cocktail. 

“Just hurry up, Daniels.” 

“Yes, boss.”

Javier turned and hurried back to the backdoor, closing it behind him and shutting out some of the loud music from the night club, the dull thud of the base reverberating through the walls. 

The office was locked but the cheap mechanism easily gave in and Javier slipped inside, scanning the room for any paperwork. He quickly got to work and flicked through a stack on the desk, moving on to opening the drawers when he found nothing. Next was a thick ledger on the bookshelf and bingo! Tucked between the pages were several shipping manifests, certain rows underlined. The next ship was due in three days. With a satisfied grunt Javier slapped his hand on the ledger. 

The door to the office swung open and Javier froze by the desk, staring at Eve who looked at him with annoyance written clearly across her face.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snarled, her hand slipping behind her waist in a movement Javier knew far too well, his hands shot up immediately as she pulled a gun from the back of her pants. 

“Nothing, boss, I was just looking for the pay statements, I think Patty’s stealing my tip,” he bullshitted and he knew she hadn’t bought a word. 

“Bollocks, Peña, you’re fucking DEA and you’re messing up my case.” 

Javier felt his mouth fall open as she moved across the office, coming to stand next to him and looking at the shipping manifest. 

“How the fuck do you know?” he finally spat out as she ran her finger over the rows he’d just scanned. 

“Because I’m CIA, and you’re the worst fucking bartender I’ve ever met.” 

“That doesn’t explain it,” Javier replied, “How are you CIA? You’re a bartender!”

“I wasn’t always CIA,” Eve tapped one of the rows, “This one, that’s the one I’m after, and I’m guessing they’re bringing in drugs on it too? Since you’re here?” 

“Yeah, that’s one, the same one we’ve seen three times before. Just didn’t realize it’d be coming in this week.” 

Eve looked over at him and rolled her eyes, “If the DEA put a bit more effort into their cases you’d know that this ship comes in exactly every twenty-one days, always from one of three ports. But they rendezvous on international waters with a ship from Colombia and transfer over their goods. We’ve had our eyes on the girls they bring at the same time, usually about ten poor things dreaming of a better life, but it makes sense for them to bring in drugs the same way.” 

“But how do you know I’m DEA?” Javier asked again and Eve closed the ledger with a snap and put it back on the shelf. 

“Because Lenny ‘breaks his leg’ and you’re magically available two days before New Years, the busiest night of the entire year. Any bartender has been booked months ago. But you’re also the worst fucking bartender I’ve ever seen,” she shook her head, tucking her gun back in the back of her pants. “So I lifted your prints and did a run, Javier Peña, DEA. I like to know who I’m working with.” 

“Well, fuck…” he huffed, “let’s hope no one else is a thorough as you, CIA.” 

Eve gave him a crooked smile, “No one rarely is, Peña.” 

“So these guys traffic women too and that’s why you’re here?” he asked as Eve moved to open the office door and he followed behind her. 

“Yeah, my boss has been on them for months and got a tip off about this place a few weeks ago, I’ve been undercover here since.” The hallway was empty and they moved out, Javier carefully closed the door behind them, making sure it locked again. 

“You had me fooled,” he chuckled, “I thought you were in with them, that’s why I asked you out, to see if I could get you to spill.” 

“Sure that’s why you asked me out,” Eve smirked, “Had nothing to do with the fact that this ridiculous uniform shirt is open halfway to my belly button.”

“That may have been a deciding factor in choosing my mark,” Javier grinned as they started making their way back to the bar. Suddenly the music from the club increased in volume, the door of the storage room was thrown open and over the sound of the music, they heard heavy footsteps. 

“Shit,” Eve hissed, “we’re not supposed to be back here! Quick, in here!” She grabbed Javier’s arm and pulled him in through a door halfway down the hallway and quietly closed the door. The room was a small storage space, jars of cocktail garnishes mixed with cleaning agents stacked on the floor. The space was cramped and Eve found herself pressed up against Javier’s chest as he squeezed in and closed the door quietly behind them. 

“You’re on my foot,” he hissed, shifting, his hands on her hips to move her to the side. 

“Stand still, they’re coming,” she whispered back at him, grabbing on to his arms to keep her balance as her foot knocked against a jar on the floor. The footsteps echoed through the hallway and passed the door, as they held their breath. 

“Wait outside,” came a gruff voice that Eve recognised as Mason’s, the guy who ran the club and was, supposedly, second in command. 

“Yes, boss,” came the surly reply as the door to the office clicked open and shut. Eve tried to keep her breathing as quiet as possible as she and Javier listened to the shuffling boots of the henchman outside the office door, efficiently trapping them in the storage room. 

Javier was uncomfortably aware of how her soft breasts were pressed up against his chest, her hands on his arms to keep her steady. The top of her head was just by his cheek and with each inhale he could smell the light flowery scent of her shampoo. It reminded him of springtime back home and without meaning to, he inhaled deeply and held his breath, closing his eyes. He shifted his body weight, his hands on her hips sliding up every so slightly as the warm press of her body made his cock twitch. 

She shifted next to him, her hips brushing against what could only be his half hard length, hearing a low intake of breath from above as he adjusted his stance. Pressed up against him, her nose was right next to the soft looking skin of his neck, a smattering of freckles visible in the dim light. She could feel him inhaling softly above her and she did the same, catching his aftershave and fresh sweat from the long shift. She carefully tilted her head up, watching his lips part as his tongue came out to wet his plush bottom lip, before he slipped it back inside, meeting her eyes as he looked down at her. 

In the hallway the office door opened and closed again. 

“Alright, all under control for tonight, get Jones and head on over there an-” 

The crash of a glass jar interrupted the man’s orders as Eve cursed under her breath, somehow the stacked jars by their feet had toppled over and now the vinegar smell of pickle juice filled the storage room. 

“What the fuck is going on, check that room, Mendez!” 

Javier grabbed Eve’s face between his hands and pressed her against the wall, his lips on hers a split second before the door was yanked open. He groaned loudly into her mouth, rolling his hips into her soft belly and thanked her quick mind as she pulled him closer by his arms, whimpering against him.

“I don’t fucking pay you for fucking in the storage room!” Mason yelled and Javier yanked himself away from Eve as if they’d just been caught red handed. 

“S-sorry, boss,” Eve stuttered, smoothing down her shirt as Mason growled. 

“Clean this fucking mess up and get back to work, I’m docking both your pays for this. And for the pickles!” 

The door rattled as he slammed it shut, leaving the two of them in the dark again. Javier still had his hands on her face and she was holding on to his arms, exhaling slowly as the footsteps faded down the hallway. 

“Quick thinking, Peña,” she said, looking up at him in the dim light with a smile.

“I hope you won’t judge my kissing skills on that,” he grinned, “I had planned to give you a much nicer first kiss if you’d said yes to that date.” 

“You’re telling me that wasn’t your best work?” Eve asked, taking in the way his eyes dropped to her lips before finding her eyes again. Her hands were still on his biceps, the warmth from his body seeping into her palms as his muscles flexed and moved.  

“Not even close, honey,” his smirk was audacious as he leaned in again, bending down towards her lips, waiting for her to make the final move or pull away. He didn’t need to wait long, her grip on his arms tightened as she moved closer. Her lips were soft when she pressed them against his, parting slightly as he gave her a light kiss, capturing her bottom lip between his own, moving slowly. He felt her open her mouth for him, her tongue touching his lip and he pulled her closer, his fingers sliding into her hair, cupping the back of her head as he deepened the kiss and she responded with a moan. 

The small space reeked of pickle juice, it was sticky under her shoes, she could hear Peña’s shoes slosh in it as he pushed her up against the wall. But his big hand, cupping her head, his warm lips over her own, all conscious thought melted away. Even those about how he really was a DEA prick who couldn’t mix a drink to save his life. At the back of her mind, her conscience hissed at her; ‘unprofessional’. But a much larger part of her brain was drowning in the way his tongue licked into her mouth, and the way his hands felt holding her against him as the evidence of his own excitement grew between them. 

He groaned into her mouth, rolling his hips against her and she gasped for air, before pulling him closer. 

“Please, cariño, tell me you’ll let me take you on that date,” Javier mumbled against her as she kissed the corner of his mouth, moving her lips along his jaw, “I’m not about to fuck you in a storage cupboard, so I need to take you on that date.” 

Her teeth scraped across his neck and he hissed as she sucked a mark into the thin skin, his fingers digging into her hips as he sought out any friction he could get. 

“I don’t think we need a date, Peña,” she mumbled, letting him tilt her head back and reciprocate the mark she’d left on his neck. He pushed her shirt to the side and found the soft skin over her collarbone hidden just out of sight. Eve curled her fingers through his hair as his mouth made her gasp into the dim light of the small room. 

Javi pulled away and straightened up, his hand sliding down from her hip, grabbing the round shape of her ass, pulling her core closer and letting her feel how hard he was as he looked at her, his dark eyes half closed, breathing heavily. 

“Javi,” he muttered, bending down to her open mouth again, “it’s Javi.” 

“Javi,” she mumbled, “I don’t think we need a date, but…” she trailed off as his teeth closed over her bottom lip and gently sucked it in as she moaned into his mouth. He shifted his weight, lifting his shoe from the sticky floor and pressed his leg between her thighs, feeling the heat of her core through the thin fabric of their uniform pants. 

“Fuck, Javi,” she gasped, the pressure of his thick thigh rubbing just where she needed him the most, but with a groan she pulled away from him, putting her hands on his warm chest and pushed him back, “Fuck, don’t, we’re never getting out of here if you do that.” 

“What’s the rush?” he chuckled, “Are you really gonna finish the bartending shift now that we have the shipping info?” 

“If we don’t, we’ll raise suspicion, better to finish it and leave normally,” Eve replied, trying to catch her breath as his dark eyes continued to trail over her lips, down her neck and the shirt he’d pushed open. 

He inhaled slowly, thinking while he lifted his hand and ran the tips of his fingers down her cleavage, caressing the soft skin, finding the lacy edge of her bra, the same white shade as the shirt. 

“You’re right, we should finish the shift,” he sighed, reluctantly removing himself from her warm body, carefully stepping back across the wet floor, “I’ll clean up in here, you get back to the bar, they’re probably swamped.” 

Eve nodded as Javi opened the door, letting them both out into the empty hallway, his hands still on her waist, reluctant to let go of her, now that he’d had a taste. 

“There’s a mop in the other room, and some rubbish bags,” she said as he followed her back towards the club, feeling him caress her hips, cupping her ass as they walked, giving it a light squeeze that made her throw a smile back at him over her shoulder. 

“Be careful, don’t cut yourself on the glass.” 

“I won’t, I’ll see you out there.” 

Javi cursed the sticky pickle juice, and sloshed water over the floor to get it all up once he’d picked up the pieces of glass. He glanced down at his watch as he tossed the trash bag in the bin and opened the door to the nightclub again, it was getting close to midnight. 

The place was swamped, people packed in on the dance floor, pushed up against the bar, where he could see Eve holding up a shaker, the vigorous movements making her breasts shimmy under the white shirt. The movement wasn’t lost on the three men hanging on the bar, all three of them clearly transfixed by her cleavage as she prepared their drinks. Hot jealousy shot up Javi’s spine, making him take longer strides, stepping up behind her as she placed the shaker on the bar counter. He scowled at the three men, staring them down as they pulled their eyes from Eve and were faced with his furious face right behind her. 

“Patty, quit slacking,” Eve called out, glancing over her shoulder down the bar where the tired looking brunette was leaning against the till, arms crossed, waiting for the bar helper to cut up orange slices. 

“I’m waiting for the oranges,” she snapped back at her as Eve accepted the bills from the three men and deftly took another order for a round of complicated sounding cocktails. 

“So take another order while you wait, the line is a mile long, how did it-” 

“What the fuck, you stand there and accuse me, but where you all this time?” Patty’s voice cut through the music of the club like a shrill fog horn, “You two were gone fucking ages, while we had to fight off this crowd!” She gestured at the throng of people by the bar, some of the patrons watching her angry face with glee, spoiling for a good shouting match behind the bar. 

Eve bit back her retort, Patty was right, she and Javier had been gone much too long and she knew the rest of the bar staff noticed. 

“It was my fault,” Javier said behind her, “I knocked over a couple of jars of pickles, had to clean them up and that pickle juice is a bitch to get off the floor.” 

Patty growled and swiped the orange slices off the cutting board, nearly knocking it to the floor as she stomped over to her section again. 

Eve put the last few drinks on to the bar as champagne corks started popping and the music was turned down. Across the nightclub people started to cheer as the manager, and a few of the  waiters, began handing out flutes to the guests as midnight approached. There’s temporary reprieve at the bar as the guests turned towards the small stage in the corner where the manager stood, next to the big screen tv streaming live from Times Square. 

Javier found Eve’s hand out of sight from the rest of the staff and pulled her with him, around to the back of the bar. Guests were still milling around but they’re all focused on the screen as they started chanting, counting down from ten. 

“A kiss at midnight, cariño?” Javi asked, pulling her into his chest, hands landing on her waist and her cheek, sweeping away a damp curl from her forehead. 

She didn’t reply, instead she smiled at him and cupped her hand around the back of his head and pulled his mouth down to hers. Around them the crowd shouted but the noise fades as he parted his lips and let her tongue in. She tugged gently at his curls, angling her face to better reach him and he tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her up on her tiptoes so that he could taste her properly. 

The crowd cheered, loud yells of ‘Happy New Year!” erupted as the ball dropped, but it faded into the background as she let a low moan escape into his mouth and he felt her tongue lick into him. The music kicked off again, people began to dance, clinking glasses, hugging and kissing, but Javier let his hand cup her cheek, stroking his thumb over her soft skin, her body warm pressed up against his. Neither of them paying attention to the man who’s just spotted them from across the club as Patty waved at him, pointing in their direction.  

“Alright, that’s fucking it,” Mason yelled as he grabbed Javier’s shoulder and yanked him away from Eve, “You’re both fucking fired, and you can kiss your pay checks for the night good bye.”

He raised his hands to shove them both in the direction of the staff changing rooms, but pulled up short as he saw the furious look on Javier’s face, Eve’s hand on his arm to hold him back. 

Mason settled on growling; “Get the fuck out of my club, you fucking slackers, go make out on someone else’s dime.” 

“Gladly,” Eve scoffed, her hand sliding down and grabbing Javi’s, tugging him along as he scowled at Mason. 

It didn’t take long before they were both outside the club, back in civilian clothes, their bartending uniforms left behind. 

“So, any plans for the rest of the night, querida?” Javier asked, sticking his hands in his leather jacket, fishing out a packet of smokes. 

“A bodega sandwich and falling asleep on the couch,” Eve replied, shaking her head as Javi offered her a cigarette. 

“I was thinking,” he said, taking a first drag, “you said your New Year's resolution was to not date bartenders?” He tilted his head to the side and gave her a smirk as she chuckled, realizing where he was going with this. 

“Yeah, no bartenders,” she smiled and he grinned back. 

“Well, it seems I’m no longer a bartender…” 

“Thank god, worst bartender ever, Javi.”

“So how about that date, cariño?” 

#pickledpena #pickled peña writing challenge #pickled-pena #pickled peña #javier peña fanfic #javier peña #pickled pena #pickledpeña writing challenge

[hlficlibrary]

HL FIC LIBRARY ✤ AUTHOR REC

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✤ Number of fics: 208

✤ Posting Since: 2016

TOP 5 FICS:

1️⃣ Hold My Heart {E, 14k}

“Excuse me, mate, I’m the window seat here.” The voice was soft, apologetic, and accented in something a bit unfamiliar — northern England, maybe, Harry thought.

“Oh,” Harry jumped to his feet and moved aside, “I’m sorry, I didn’t see you standing there.”

The other man laughed as he swung a bag into the overhead compartment and slid into the seat. “You were well caught up in that book, mate. What are you reading?”

Harry paused, wondering how to explain the fact that he was reading an epic and x-rated romance that was the story of a relationship between a prince and the man he’d enslaved. “Oh, you know, just some fiction my sister recommended.” He turned to look at the man and froze.

Sitting next to him was Louis Tomlinson.

Or, the one where famous Louis Tomlinson offers his hand and a lot more to his seat mate on a transatlantic flight.

(Co-written with @a-writerwrites)

2️⃣ Feels Like Coming Home {E, 60k}

The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn't heard one word from Louis, and he's moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he's a chef, isn't easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he'd left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.

This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

3️⃣ On the Go {T, 2k}

From this post because I could not resist.

4️⃣ It's a Better Place (Since You Came Along) {E, 51k}

When Harry Styles, a mid-level talent, Finder, and small business owner, sets off on the vacation of a lifetime with his best friend, Niall Horan, he has no idea the changes his life will undergo over the next nine days. He's got it all planned - there's going to be shore excursions, lounging by the pool on the deck of the luxurious cruise ship, not to mention margaritas. What he does not plan for are the new friends, new bonds, or the mystery from his past that comes back to haunt him, and he certainly hasn't planned for Louis.

5️⃣ For Better and For Worse {M, 12k}

Harry and Louis have been together for 5 years and they've been getting questions when they would be getting married and start a family. Bur Harry doesn't have the time. They were arguing one morning when Harry had enough and left for work. He's a doctor and works at the a&e there is a call that there has been a bad car crash and that there is more than one patient coming in. Harry does his job good and works on the first patient and everything goes great until his next patient is Louis.

HIDDEN GEM:

💎 Unveiled {M, 65k}

The train grinds to a halt and Harry leans forward in his eagerness to take it all in. It’s a gorgeous Spring day, the sky the same intense blue that he knows from home, which comforts him. There’s much here that looks almost familiar, but then so much that is new and strange to his eyes. The bustling station platform and winding streets beyond paved in cobblestones look much like home. There are vehicles ranging from small to very large, some with strange and unusual shapes of which he can only guess the purpose. But most surprising are the people. There is a crowd gathered, filled with men and women, some in what looks to be a military uniform, some in what must be the street clothes in this Land.

There are no robes. And not a single one of them is veiled.

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[scarrletmoon]

Hello!

You may know me from Twitter, a website so awful that I deleted my account of 7 years and disappeared into the sunset! Anyway, here's some OFMD fics you might know me for, with more under the cut

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Unhand Me or Bleed | 4.2k | E

Stede Bonnet has an “unhand me or bleed” moment and Ed can't not fuck him. Post reunion.

Rum and Linen | 5.6k | E

Usually when Ed gets drunk, he crashes on the couch. This time, he doesn't.

Glass Houses | 9.1k | E

With his head finally clear, Stede snatched his curtains closed and backed away from the window, panted as his heart rate slowly came down. But the image of Ed, spread over his sheets, was already burned into Stede’s memory in vivid technicolour, like the afterimage of the sun seared behind his eyelids. Stede sank onto his bed and stared up at the ceiling. “Shit.” or; newly divorced Stede Bonnet discovers a new kink.

Breakfast | 2.6k | E

Inspired by @rysiutokwiat's art series. A typical quiet morning between co-captains aboard The Revenge turns into a much spicier breakfast.

Bower Vine | 8.2k | E

Inspired by a Tumblr post by welcomemysentence. Stede has always loved flowers, but most of his memories of them involve being bullied as a child. Ed devises a plan to help him make new ones. or: Ed gently, lovingly fucks Stede in a wildflower meadow.

Lavender | 2.6k | E

Stede really likes it when Ed wears his clothes.

Later | 700 | T

Let's pretend Stede came back right before Ed's Kraken moment.

Last Christmas | 5.8k | E

For the first time in years, Stede doesn't have any Christmas plans and neither does his new co-worker, Ed Teach. As the last two people in the office on Christmas Eve, they make plans of their own.

take from me my lace | 4.5k | E

Stede has more than one pair of laced breeches and Ed definitely takes notice.

#scarrlet rambles #finally making that pinned post i put off forever! #now's a great time when i'm supposed to be doing literally anything else

[mrs-weasley-reid]

Savory Kiss

(Spencer Reid x fem!bau!reader)

A/N: I hope you enjoy... And should I keep doing this? I've been on tumblr but I never really post, mostly reblogging lol

Summary: A lot of things happened last night, but a shared drunken kiss between you and Spencer had your mind panicking.

WARNING: bit of an overdramatic reader (but tbh I think it's a normal reaction), cursing, just fluff x

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"Shit."

You sat up on your bed, a hand smacking your forehead following suit. You could feel the heat that rushed to your cheeks, a shade of red tinting your skin. You woke up from a dream, a nightmare. Oh, who were you kidding? It wasn't any of those. It was an actual event that happened barely twelve hours ago.

"Oh my god," the hand on your forehead pushed the loose strands of hair up. "I kissed Spencer." You continued to whisper under your breath as your fingers softly grazed your lips.

It wasn't just a kiss. You made out with him. Hands in his soft, curly hair. Your body pressed against his. And your lungs were out of air.

You slammed your back on the mattress, wiggling around as if you were having a seizure. "This can't be happening!" You rolled over. Your blanket wrapping around your body. Your hands smacked your face in hopes that you were just dreaming.

How ever would you face Spencer? Face your co-worker? Your teammate? If you weren't such a liquor fanatic last night, you wouldn't be in this situation.

The sound of your alarm startled you, reading 7 in the morning. You dragged yourself out of bed, dreadfully preparing yourself for work.

Your travel to the Bureau office took ten minutes at the most, and you could walk it for thirty minutes, but today you wanted someone to do God's will and crash their car to yours on your way to work.

With a to-go cup of coffee in hand and a scowl in your throat, you pushed the glass door open when you reached the Behavioral Analysis Unit floor.

Emily was the first to greet you, "I drank more than you did. How are you looking like a storm just passed you?" She chuckled, sipping in her second dose of coffee.

Your eyes blew wide, and you dragged her to the side. "I'm going to kill myself." You started in a whisper.

"Jesus, Y/N. I know I did it once, but I don't go around giving advice on how to do it." Emily looked up and shrugged. "Okay, yeah. I do tell people how to fake their death, but it's too early."

You shook your head, "No! I did something stupid."

She grinned, "How stupid are we talking about?"

"Stupid, as in kissing Spencer!" You hissed, looking around to ensure he was nowhere near you two.

"Oh," Emily rolled her eyes. "Kiss? More like ate his face."

"Oh, my, god," you couldn't believe what you had just heard, making you ask the obvious. "You saw?"

Emily bobbed her head sheepishly, blowing on her coffee in a satisfying manner. "I didn't just see. I watched it."

"That doesn't make me feel any better, you psycho." You growled, pushing her shoulder lightly.

"Why are you even freaking out? You've been crushing on boy genius for months now. You finally got to taste his minty fresh breath you've been daydreaming about." She snorted.

You glared at her. How could she be entertained by your dilemma? And you sighed at the question. You'd be more surprised if she wasn't.

"I know I talk about jumping on Spencer and ravishing him like a wild animal all the time, but—" You ignored Emily's widened eyes and subtle cough to stop you from talking. "—I at least want to do that when I'm sober and not in a drunken fashion."

The sound of metal crashing on the sink made you shut your mouth. You wanted to further sew it shut when you heard a soft 'sorry' behind you, immediately recognizing the owner of the voice.

You closed your eyes agonizingly, swallowing the lump in your throat. "Please, kill me now." You begged Emily.

She raised her hand in defense, "I made an oath not to use my gun for leisure."

You took a deep breath and turned to face Spencer with a crooked smile, "Hey."

"Uh," Spencer's ears were red, holding the spoon that he dropped tightly. "Right, yeah. Hey!" His voice hitched, and Emily's snort didn't pass your ears.

"I'm gonna leave you two some privacy," Emily made eye contact with you. "Call me when you're about to make out again." She taunted and dashed away before you could even smack her shoulder.

You smiled and sighed. Nothing else could make things worst than this. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to hear that." You held your hands together, anxiety coursing through your veins.

Spencer looked away, feeling his face combust under your gaze.

Everybody knew how brave you were. Despite facing serial killers, you kept stable eye contact. Even Hotch sometimes felt nervous whenever you held his gaze as he lectured you.

For Spencer, it was your charm and also the death of him. You wanted to do what to him? His mind was spinning. He kept it to himself, maybe with Derek, who caught him staring at you once, but he tried his best to hide his attraction to you.

From the moment you made a joke of kissing Emily because shaking hands weren't a thing from where you came from to last night, where you stared at him straight in the eye and ordered him to kiss you, he was whipped, and he knew it.

He didn't know what to do, and frankly, he was more concerned about you hearing his heartbeat than your statement regarding him. "No, no. I should be the one apologizing. I should've not eavesdropped on your conversation."

A bright laugh escaped you, "Spence, we were talking in the break area. It's everyone's space. Besides, I wasn't being silent either." The nickname rolled out of your tongue beautifully, and you liked it. You loved how the elongated end gathered suspense, whether you would say his name entirely or leave it at that.

Spencer gripped his mug at the usage of his nickname, by you, of all people. "Right." He swallowed the air in his throat, forming a tight-lipped smile.

"Okay, then." You tapped your lap offbeat, clearing your throat. "I'll see you around." You bid farewell and marched to your desk.

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Spencer hated elevators. It suffocated him, more so that you were with him, silently humming to yourself as you fought the anxiety boiling in your stomach.

You didn't avoid Spencer, at least not directly. A smile here and there when you bumped into each other and even managed to converse about one of your last cases without melting into a puddle on the linoleum floor.

But you did, however, would twist your ankles 180 degrees when you saw Spencer approaching, only when he hadn't noticed you yet. Just like earlier, after you returned from lunch with Penelope, Spencer was on his way out to take his break with Emily and Derek, scrambling to hook his messenger bag on his shoulder. You ran to catch up to Penelope, asking her if she could teach you some basic codes.

And the time arrived, when you turned around after getting in the elevator and Spencer slipped his scrawny body through the closing door. You couldn't turn anywhere, so you smiled and put on your brave face.

"Done for the day?" As if it wasn't evident by how you two clutched the straps of your bags.

"Yeah," he bit the bottom of his lip, glancing at you from his peripheral. Your words were clear to his head. They were loud and enunciated by the way you hissed every word to Emily.

Silence engulfed the two of you for the rest of the ride down to the parking garage. Spencer gestured for you to get out first, to which you replied with a small 'thanks' and a soft nod.

You turned in his direction. You found Spencer barely stepping off the elevator as if he had waited for you to take no less than twenty steps before he started to move. "Have a great evening, Spence." You couldn't let your own embarrassment affect your friendship with Spencer. Not when you were bound to see him the next day and the next, and until you were welcome to the bureau.

He halted, clutching his bag. "You too." He muttered, almost inaudible for you to hear if it wasn't for the acoustic of the parking lot.

His eyes were distant, and you knew that you may not have wholly ruined your friendship, but you most likely made a mess out of it. So you left him with a nod and continued to walk to your car.

You hadn't moved more than two steps when Spencer spoke, "Do you regret it?"

You paused, your brows furrowing. Your body swirled at the weight of his vague question. "What?"

"Do you regret kissing me?" He asked, taking a massive gulp of nothing.

"No!" You shouted an exaggerated reaction to a simple question, inviting blood to travel to your face. "No, I don't." You reiterated, a lot calmer this time.

"Are you sure? You don't have to lie. I get it. I'm not really the best kisser—"

"No! No! Spence, no!" You didn't even realize that you were walking towards him until you stood half foot away.

Guilt spread throughout your veins for making him think for a second or more that you regretted kissing him. Sure your mind was hazy at the memory of his lips on yours, but it didn't mean you didn't like it.

"No, really, Y/N. It's okay." He reassured you, a longing stare glossing over his hazel eyes.

"The only thing I regret about our kiss was the fact that I wasn't sober." You admitted, willing yourself not to run and dip as you held his gaze.

There you go again. Keeping him a prisoner of your gaze even if it was clear to both of you that you were on the verge of wanting to jump off a bridge.

A subtle smile was slowly forming on his lips. Still, because of your panic and eyes glued to his, you didn't notice it, rambling to explain how bad you felt for making him feel insecure about the way he kissed.

"I just," you sighed. "I just hoped I could remember how good it felt to make out with you, but because I was drunk, I only remember what happened but not how it felt. And it sucks. It sucks—"

He grabbed your face, and your breathing stopped. Spencer kissed you with eagerness and passion. He has been holding himself back the whole day. You had no idea how much he wanted to greet you with a soft kiss when he had the chance to steal you away from Emily this morning. Still, your slight panic got to his head, making him wonder if it was alcohol that made you want to kiss him.

You didn't know when it happened, but your arms were now snaked around his neck, fingers tangled with his curly hair. You were hooked. And finally, it reminded you how amazing it felt to kiss Dr. Spencer Reid.

You both pulled away, gasping for air, grinning from ear to ear. Your chest rose and down, your fingers feeling numb and tingly from the euphoric kiss he left lingering on your lips.

"You remember now?" Spencer asked with a shit-eating grin that he couldn't seem to wipe off his face.

You crossed your arms, index finger tapping your chin as you hummed. "I don't know... You see, I don't have a great memory like yours." You kidded, mirroring his expression.

Spencer rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to speak, but you pulled his tie towards you to get your lips locked once again. You felt how he had difficulty placing his hands on your body, settling to hug you close to him.

The two of you giggled like teenagers, pecking each other's lips for more but too breathless to continue.

"See? Y/N doesn't just kiss. She eats your whole face."

The two of you looked toward the elevator, finding Emily, Derek, and JJ.

Derek and JJ tittered at the joke, but most of their smiles were a form of congratulations for the both of you.

You rolled your eyes at Emily, "When I like something, I savor it." You threw a suggestive wink at Spencer, earning a bright red glow from his face.

#spencer reid #spencerreid #spencer reid x self insert #fanfic #criminal minds #criminalminds #criminal minds fanfiction #reid #doctor reid #cm #fluff #spencer reid fluff #dr spencer reid

[dabibebee]

Hi there dear readers… this story will take place after the war between the heroes and the villains, let’s say the todoroki family forgave touya and he forgave them too that includes the families of the victims he killed so it’s time to get himself a bride and that bride is none other than you ;)

P.s: he’s still scarred like before, Eri rewinded him to the state before he got those awful burns on him… Also forgive my grammar and punctuations I’m not an English speaker lol. Anyhow enjoy my very first tumblr blog lol

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“You’re finally a normal human being touya, don’t let your past affect you, I’m sure you’ll find the perfect girl.” Said Fuyumi messaging touya’s shoulders “ actually I have someone I’d like to be with but I’m not sure she’ll accept me.” Said touya rubbing his neck “nonesense” said fuyumi pinching his cheeks then spent the rest of the day telling him about what he missed in the family.

As for you

You were taking care of your niece while thinking of what you’ve done weeks before the war started and you still find it embarrassing “come on y/n it’s not like he’s alive with all the burns he obtained on himself.” Said your best friend through the phone. “Tsk tsk, don’t say that I know he’s alive, gotta go.” You said hanging up the phone to recall what happened since the little rascal is sound asleep.

Flash back

You were walking through the crowds in the city in the cold winter night trying to find Christmas gifts for your family when you noticed a patched up guy sitting on the bench in the park and looking at the snowy sky above, he looked lonely and the people around him are kind of avoiding making any contact with the man because they’re aware of who he is. “He’s so cute in person.” You thought walking to the man. You ended up standing between his parted legs “even if you have a fire quirk, sitting here in the cold is bad for you mister dabi.” You said cupping his cheeks with your warm hands “what do you suggest? Doll.” Said dabi enjoying the comfortable contact of your hands on his healthy and unhealthy skin. “How about a delicious hot chocolate, my treat.” You said rubbing his staples. “ mmmm I’d rather get a kiss.” Said Dabi smirking at your flushed face “ a kiss it is.” You said before crashing your lips on his warm ones…. You guys kissed for a long while to the point of you falling into his lap without noticing at all and when the kiss broke you were both blushing hard. “Fuck I’m rock hard now.” Said dabi carrying you to the nearest dark alleyway. He quickly let go of you. “Turn around, hands on the wall.” Said dabi fiddling with his belt. You did as he told you then all of a sudden you heard him unbuckle his belt. “W-what are you doing?” You asked trying to turn around but he turned your face back to the wall. “Nothing that will ruin your life, don’t worry.” Said dabi pumping his fat dick then he lifted your short frilly skirt and placed his length inside your panties and not inside your pussy. “ oh God!” Said dabi thrusting at a slow pace. “Ahh.” You moaned and held the wall with all your might when he picked up the pace. “ you’re godsend to me doll.” Said Dabi removing your scarf so he could give your cream like neck some hickeys. You looked down and saw the massive cock between your legs and his heavy balls making contact with your butt cheeks… in no time a thick white rope of his essence coated your panties and dripped down your legs. “Ahhh that was hella good, thanks doll.” Said dabi pulling away from you then sheathed his member in his boxers and pulled up his pants then turned you around. “ I could’ve gotten you pregnant but you’ll have to wait some other time, here’s my contact information.” Said dabi giving you a piece of paper then kissed your cheek and walked away.

You opened the paper and saw his phone number so you hid it in your pocket and adjusted your sticky panties then walked back to your apartment. Blushing constantly when you remember the last thing he told you.

End of flashback

Since then you didn’t dare contact him because you know he’s so busy with the league and the PLF so you didn’t wanna add to his problems “ I gotta sleep or I’m doomed tomorrow.” You said pulling up the blanket to your body.

The next day you had to meet up with fuyumi to discuss some things related to the upcoming exams next week and she told you she’s bringing up her older brother with her, you’ve waited for thirty minutes at the college’s campus until a red car pulled up and parked not too far from you. It was fuyumi. She left the car with her big brother and you couldn’t believe yourself, the guy besides her was none other than the ex-villain you’ve fallen in love with. “Oh my God!” You said running towards fuyumi who was expecting a hug from you but you ran past her and hugged touya who hugged you back. “ I can’t believe you’re alive, I missed you so much.” You said pampering his scarred face with kisses. “Easy babygirl.” Said touya giving you an eskimo kiss. “Wow y/n is the perfect match for you touya.” Said fuyumi squealing like a happy kid who’s got the prize he wanted. “Don’t you guys have stuff to discuss?” Asked touya still has you in his arms. “ we do but that can wait for tomorrow.” You said receiving an approving look from fuyumi. “ you guys need to catch up with each other, I’ll go work on some projects.” Said fuyumi leaving you and touya alone. He was wearing a black leather pants with black boots and a light grey dress shirt that has the first few buttons unbuttoned with a darker grey trench coat. “You look hot.” Said touya loving the way you’re dressed. “ says the hottest man alive.” You said walking hand in hand with him to a nearby bench. You sat down and he sat down next to you. “Hey y/n.” Said touya looking a bit nervous. “ yes” You said hugging his arm. “ do you by any chance think of marriage?” Said touya finally blurting what he wanted to tell you the moment you met in that cold weather that day. “Of course I would want to get married but I don’t have a boyfriend.” You said looking around at all the couples in the campus. “ then would you like to go out with me.” Said touya pulling you into his lap. “ I’d love too.” You said wrapping your arms around his neck then kissed his lips passionately

“But why would you ask this all of a sudden?” You asked after the kiss broke. “ my mom wants to see her grandkids before she kicks the bucket so I’m trying to make her wish come true.” Said touya kissing your neck. “ fair enough.” You said cuddling with him more before your next class started.

The days have passed and today was your wedding day to the number one’s oldest son.

“Black hair suits you touya.” Said rei adjusting his bowtie. “ thanks mom.” Said touya giving her forehead a chaste kiss. “ you shouldn’t keep your bride waiting.” Said enji wiping his tears away. “ you’re right.” Said touya giving tissues to his dad. Even though everything is fine with the family, there are times were the tension is high between the two of them.

Time skip to the wedding night.

“ when am I expecting grandchildren from you two.” Said rei giving you a hug while the others congratulated you “by the end of this night she’ll be pregnant.” Said touya shamelessly as he fist bumped natsuo. “Awww I’m so happy for you two.” Said toga jumping up and down excitedly. “ yeah enjoy your night.” Said shigaraki playing with his Nintendo but without all the hands around his body. “ I wish you happiness lady y/n.” Said compress giving you a red rose. “ thank you.” You said taking it from him. “ now now its time to go.” Said Dabi taking you away from all of them.

In the suite that enji booked for you two… you went to the bedroom to take your makeup off and wear the sexy see through babydoll dress that fuyumi bought for you while touya took off all of the accessories he’s wearing and just sticking with his dress shirt and pants (hence he’s wearing the same as the fanart) since he’s awaiting for you he decided to smoke a bit…

“Psst psst.” You said getting his attention from the huge window he was looking at. “Oh my.” Said touya taking his pants off then chased after you around the suite with his hard cock. Once he had a grip of you he wasted no time in drilling his dick in your pussy all night… thus making you pregnant as he promised.

#dabi #dabi my hero academia #dabi x reader #dabi x y/n #dabi x female reader #dabi smut

[transfemmesam]

supernatural fic rec list

(mostly for me to keep all my favorites together. all on ao3) (be nice, i’ve never made one of these and the format is new to me)

Try asking by @applecrumbledore

Wincest, 7k words, rated T. Outside POV.

“Jerry says he saw them going at it in the back of that car of theirs outside Atlanta last year, I swear to God.” “Listen, man, I don’t like them either, but that’s a low blow. Jerry’s a fucking pervert.”

The sound of dead leaves by clavicular and unhappy_ghost

John/Sam + wincest, 6k words, rated M. Sam POV.

John looks at Sam in a way no father should. Sam aches when Dean smiles. The shadows that loom over Sam Winchester are not just those of the monsters lurking in the night.

Echoes of Hell by The_Nightbreaker

Gen, 35k words, rated M. Sam POV.

It wasn't real. He wasn't in Hell anymore. That's what he tried to tell himself over and over. But two centuries of torture don't disappear in a day. Sam struggles with visions of Hell, fighting to maintain his grip on reality. Dean hates that he can't protect his brother from what isn't real—but curse him if he doesn't try. When the boys stumble on a case with ties to the Devil himself, will they be able to pull themselves together in time to stop the sacrifices? Or will the echoes of Hell finally overtake them? Aka, season 7, but the plot is Hell trauma, not leviathans.

Evening Shadows by withthekeyisking

Gen, 2k words, rated T. Outside POV.

Sam is hallucinating the monster who tortured him for nearly two centuries, Dean feels like he's failing his brother, and a diner waitress bears witness.

Lesser Evils by Dyed_Red

Wincest, 9k words, rated E. Dean POV.

“So you’re just gonna, what – torture us for an hour while your guys hightail it to Buffalo? That’s your master plan here?”  “Oh I can do a lot in an hour or two, Sammy. Like having your surrogate daddy here carve Dean a new face. Like backsliding you off your pretty bandwagon. Like…Seeing how far big brother will go for his sweet baby Sam.”

Prophecy of an Abomination by ashitanoyuki

Gen, 88k words, rated M. Sam POV.

Sam wants to be normal. Sometimes, it's harder than he'd like to keep faith in God. Or: a story of religious!Sam plus powers!Sam culminating in horrifying Sam whump (with eventual comfort to go with the hurt). A character study of the first two seasons that sharply diverges in season two.

he’ll follow me down every street, no matter what my crime by according2thelore

Wincest + Meg/Dean, 17k words, rated M. Dean POV.

“What do you want, Sam?” Sam stands up, so Dean is forced to look up into his face. Sam turns them slowly, so the small of Dean’s back bumps into the polished wood of the counter. “I want…” Sam says, eyes flicking down to Dean’s lips and Dean knows when something is too good to be true, knows that this can’t possibly be real, knows— “Christo.” Dean rasps, just before Sam’s lips land on his, eyes open wide. Sam’s eyes flash black. “Whoops,” Sam says casually. A thread of tension stretches between them, almost interminable, and then they both move at once. The demon in Sam’s body slams Dean back, and Dean crashes against the bar. ~~~ A rework of S2E14 "Born Under a Bad Sign" with Meg!Sam and Dean instead of Jo for WincestWednesday on tumblr's July Event, prompt "Favorite Episode" (with a cameo from the second prompt "Blood")

You’d Have Loved Her (But You Won’t) by punkrock101

Gen, 5k words, rated G. Sam POV. (compiler’s note: this is my personal favorite fic of all time)

Sam never got to tell him. Sam never got to tell anybody.

Flowers in the Impala by Evendar

Wincest, 2k words, rated M. Outside POV.

Kate wants them to be a family - really, she does - but there's something wrong with John's boys.

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that’s long enough for now, i think. feel free to reblog with your favorite fics as well

#supernatural #spn #wincest #samjohn #fic recs #spn fic #txt #holy scriptures

[ayamari-no-goshi]

Don’t Forget to Write (6)

.... I apparently forgot to post the last chapter when I released it months ago. Oops.

AO3 -> first, previous

Fandoms: DC (Batman comics)

Summary: From Dick’s POV.  Damian happened to win a contest to illustrate a new book by an up and coming author. Being the good brother he is, Dick decided to check the book.He quickly realized he was reading a  very first hand account of one of Jason’s old cases, and deciding to act like a normal person would, he decided to read some of the author’s other works. What he found shook the very foundation of what he thought  was true?  

Warnings: rated T - mostly for swearing and questionable mental health. Amnesia

Parings: none

Notes: originally uploaded to AO3. Cross-posted to tumblr

“Stop grumbling for a moment. It’s about to start,” Dick teased as Jason continued to pace. After almost two months of preparations and another three weeks to convince Jason, they were finally having the press conference to announce he was alive.

His brother shot him a look as he messed with his tie yet again. While it was clear he was nervous, most of his discomfort came from the prosthetics he had to wear to make it look like nothing suspicious happened, and he was doing his best not to touch them. Over time, they would be changed to make it appear as if he’d healed either on his own or through some treatment. They were currently leaning towards the latter as an explanation, especially with how severe the damage to his hands used to be.

Deciding messing with his clothes wasn’t getting him anywhere, he reached into his suit jacket, pulled out a cigarette, and placed it to his lips. They were working on breaking him of that habit again, but at least he had no desire to light it. With the return of his memories, there was now an understanding why he couldn’t tolerate the smell of the smoke. It subconsciously reminded him too much of what happened.

“I thought Pennyworth searched your person for those.” Damian seemed moderately impressed.

Jason gave a mischievous grin. “He did.”

“You’re going to have to teach me how you did that. Nothing gets passed Alfred,” Tim stated as he double checked the prosthetics on Jason’s hands. Those were the ones most likely to come loose.

“I’ll think about it.”

It warmed Dick’s heart to see how his younger siblings interacted. While they were still getting used to each other, things were going relatively well.

One of the first things Dick did was make sure he gave Jason a summary of the others’ histories. It ended up being the right move as Jason admitted he had very conflicted emotions over the fact there had been other Robins after him. The one thing he couldn’t seem to reconcile with was Bruce allowing any child back in those colors. He didn’t think that kids truly understood the risks of playing hero, and that was something he was still coming to terms with himself. Dick made sure to tell his brother that it was his death that brought that to light for him too.

But as a result of that conversation, Dick noticed Jason’s protective streak towards his younger siblings. At one point, he had a nasty argument with Bruce after Damian came to his apartment to get away from the Manor for a night. Since it was a fight with Bruce that triggered his flight and eventual death, Jason was not going to tolerate Bruce’s inability to articulate his emotions and cause another catastrophe. It was amazing to watch, and in its own way, started changing how they conversed with each other for the better.

It also opened the door for everyone to start randomly crashing at Jason’s apartment. However, his apartment wasn’t really large enough for the constant influx of siblings and pseudo-siblings. So, they were working on getting Jason a much better apartment that was up to Bat standards near Crime Alley. It was supposed to be a surprise. But seeing as he stated that if anyone spent an exorbitant amount of money on him needed to make a donation of an equal amount to the charity organization who helped take care of him while he had no memories, he clearly already knew. In Dick’s opinion, that was a fair request.

For the most part, they were going to leave the decorating up to Jason. But they were all working on finding more bat and bird plushes to match his other ones. Damian had been the one to announce it wasn’t appropriate he only had ones that represented Dick, himself, and Bruce. They were still trying to figure out if Steph’s and Alfred’s should also follow that pattern or be different animals.

They were also working on sprucing up Jason’s old room. While he didn’t want to give up his independence, Jason had begun staying over the Manor some nights. It thrilled Alfred to have him back home, and soon the two started baking together again. And if he wasn’t doing that, Tim, Cass, Steph, or even Damian had begun commandeering him for various activities. Usually it was related to movies, but Dick did once catch Jason assisting Damian with some of his English homework. Even Babs, once she’d gotten the okay to come visit, had started stealing Jason away on some days.

Alfred even reported he found Bruce and Jason playing chess together. Dick could remember his brother venting about how Bruce always beat him at the game when he was still in the Manor. While it didn’t mean that everything was good between them, it showed they were working on it.

In Dick’s case, he decided to wait for Jason to reach out to him regarding bonding activities. Sure, he made suggestions of various activities he’d like to do with him, but they were just that, suggestions. Not only was Jason overwhelmed with everything, but there was also the distance there had been between them before his death. That was something he couldn’t just erase. While Jason hadn’t yet taken him up on any of his offers, he had rather shyly asked if Dick could help him get back in shape. And to him, that was a huge victory.

Even though Mask was finally back in jail, the likelihood he’d be back out on the streets sooner than later was high. So, retraining himself made a lot of sense even if he had a wicked swing with his tire iron.

They still weren’t entirely sure if Jason was going to rejoin the vigilante life. While it had come up in a couple conversations, Jason’s answer was always vague. However, he was willing to start being their ears on the streets. He already had a good rapport with the regulars of Crime Alley so sending them information he happened to learn wasn’t too much extra work. Babs had also started training him on her system, just in case.

The other aspect that was up in the air in Jason’s life was his writing career. His stories were an unconscious attempt to put back together the pieces of his former life, and he’d accidentally given away a lot of hints towards their lives and secrets. With his memories back, it was unlikely he’d be able to write in the exact same way which could raise some alarms. For now, he was reviewing what he had almost finished to see how much he needed to change and whether or not it was salvageable. He also wanted to write some short pieces in different genres to see how they’d be received.

There was also upheaval happening at the publishing company. After it was revealed Amy was Black Mask’s assistant once he was finally caught, the GCPD finally got involved. While most of the recent disappearances of writers were directly related to Mask and his paranoia, there was evidence it had occurred in the past if one of the Families were involved with the company. Trying to save face, the company gutted itself out and was in the process of rehiring, which put most of their projects on hold. At least Jason currently didn’t have to worry about any of his projects getting him into any more trouble for the time being.

The only thing he seemed certain of was that he was going to continue working with the organization that helped him out so much over the years. Now that he would have a proper identity again, he would be able to support them in ways he couldn’t do before. Well, that would be after he dealt with any outstanding bills or taxes he owed over the years. He was also going to go for his GED. Once that was squared away, he was going to consider college since it had been something he always dreamed of, even when he was on the streets trying to care for himself.

“Cass, seriously! Stop stealing them!” Jason snapped. Coming out of his thoughts, Dick watched as their sister gracefully kept just out of reach while laughing. It had become something like a game between them.

“Since we’re getting close to show time,” Dick stated after glancing at the clock. The press conference was to begin in just five minutes, “Let’s go back over the basics.”

“I didn’t start getting my memory back until I met you guys after the interview with Vicki Vale, which is mostly true,” Jason stated, almost bored, as he gave up on getting his cigarette back. They had reviewed this several times by that point. “But it wasn’t until Black Mask got interested in me which got Batman’s attention that revelations were made.”

“If asked, we are to state that Batman recognized him due to previous interactions with us and started the process of verifying his identity,” Damian continued. “We are to let Father answer any questions regarding the non-existent body in his grave.”

“Bruce stated he’s going to phrase it as a misidentification that had only recently come to light,” Tim continued. “He’s going to do what he can to help the GCPD to identify whoever is in that grave. I’m still not entirely sure exactly how he’s planning on that one. I thought he was going to ask J’onn to play the role, but it seems like he has something else in mind. He also has some story regarding how the switch happened and how you returned to Gotham.”

“I thought he was going to play the ‘we have no idea, but we’re going to find out’ card. At least that’s what he told me,” Jason huffed. “Thankfully, I can’t really contradict whatever bullshit he comes up with. The time between coming back and waking up in the hospital is thankfully fuzzy. Are we certain someone got hold of my medical records?”

Dick nodded. “I think Bruce did that on purpose to help prove how bad of a condition you were in. It’ll at least take some of the pressure off of you, but I don’t doubt some idiot is going to try to push some buttons.”

“If they want to go after me, that’s fine. I’m not going to be happy if they decide to take digs at anyone other than me or Bruce.”

“Wouldn’t that be a headline? ‘Lost Wayne son fist fights reporter’,” Tim teased, though there was no doubt in Dick’s mind that it could happen.

“Let’s try not to do that. But I think both Lois and Clark are in the audience. They’ll hopefully be able to keep things under control.”

Outside their family, the first two people Bruce let know that Jason was alive ended up being Clark and Diana. They had asked to see him as soon as he was willing. After that, it was only a matter of time before the rest of the hero community found out. Dick was partially responsible for the leak after he let it slip to Donna, who told Wally, and it just snowballed from there. Soon other heroes were visiting just to see Jason. It had the unintended effect of allowing him to start making friendships he never had a chance to while being Robin. It was easing the loneliness he’d been harboring for years.

Someone knocked on the door of the room they were currently borrowing. “Guess that’s our cue,” Dick stated as he gently pushed Jason towards the door.

…

“Are you sure you’re ready?” Dick questioned as he watched Jason do his double checks on his gear.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” he answered as he pulled up his hood.

It had been almost eight months since he’d recovered his memories, and he was finally going out on the streets under a new persona. While he hadn’t directly agreed to it before the previous months, he had started back into his training with gusto almost immediately after he got the okay. Unlike the rest of them, he was going to predominately stick to one area as he eased back into it.

He hadn’t picked out a name just yet, but that was fine. He was half willing to let the people of Crime Alley come up with a name for him, but for now, he was going to act as more of a shadow than a directly seen force. To start, he was going to target the pimps and the drug dealers in the area. Once that was better under control, he would branch out to targeting the gangs. They were hoping he’d be able to keep out of the sight of the major rogues until he was in a situation where he was better established.

While he didn’t want to say it, Bruce was uneasy about letting Jason back in the field. His protectiveness had come out in full force as he helped Jason construct his outfit. And interestingly, unlike the rest of them, Jason wanted to make his outfit look less traditional hero and more akin to a civilian. Dick once asked if he wanted to appear as something like a ghost, especially with how Jason wasn’t going to show most of his face. While Jason didn’t directly answer, he just smiled.

In a morbid sort of way, it made sense for him. He’d already died and crawled his way back from the dead. If anyone had the right to act like a ghost, it was Jason. And knowing his brother, he was going to milk it for all it was worth on the streets. Jay always did have a flair for the dramatic after all.

“You better come home in one piece,” Dick warned him. “Seriously, don’t be afraid to call for help.”

Jason stared at him for a moment. While Dick couldn’t see his face well, with the hood up all he could see in the shadows were the red tints from his domino mask, he could tell his brother was smiling. “I lost everything once because I thought I wasn’t wanted. You proved me wrong and helped me find a different ending. I’m not going to risk giving that up again.” He patted his shoulder. “Besides, I still have to get you back for that prank you pulled last week. Can’t do that if I’m dead.”

Dick couldn’t help how he momentarily froze. Jason had begun making jokes about his death. They seemed to be a coping mechanism for him which meant the rest of them had to get used to it. As distressing as addressing it could be, it was something that happened, and they couldn’t get around it. Some days, he wondered if that was why he made those jokes.

“That’s true, but you still need to be in one piece to enact your revenge.”

“Oh, I don’t know. I bet I could get Tim to help me.”

“Pranks can wait until after Patrol.” Bruce gently touched Jason’s shoulder. Concern was barely visible on his face. “It’s time.”

As they took to their respective vehicles, Dick couldn’t help the excitement that raced through him. His brother, the first one he taught how to properly be Robin, was finally going to fly with him again. It had been a long time coming, but they were finally all together again.

Who knew that a simple book, written by a young man without a memory, would have been the key to it?

#don't forget to write #writer AU #dc comics #fanfiction #fanfic #Jason Todd #Red Hood #Batman #Bruce Wayne #Dick Grayson #Nightwing

[your-local-hoemie]

Making out with thoma and tugging on his soft hair mgmfgnfmfmf

Woof woof bark bark-

I like your brain very much yes yes!

This isn’t smut but I still don’t feel comfortable with minors interacting so please avoid if you’re under 18

Warnings: suggestive, making out, grown-up touches, Gn!reader, established relationship, not proof-read.

Characters: Thoma.

It was a warm summers day in Inazuma and the streets were bustling with busy people, going about their day and the atmosphere was buzzing with energy.

You had decided to take a stroll along the harbour to take in the cool sea breeze against your skin and sounds of the waves crashing against the rocks.

It had been a few days since you last saw your boyfriend; Thoma. Inazuma’s well renowned “fixer” and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him dearly.

So when you happened to catch a glance of the friendly ginger helping some sailors with their cargo, (yes he’s still ginger. Fight me) you were ecstatic to say the least!

“Thoma!” You could hardly hold yourself back as you rushed over to his side, wrapping your arms around him with a elated giggle.

“Y/N? What are you doing here??” Thoma replied while a grin beamed across his face at the sight of his beloved in his arms.

“I was just taking a walk and then I saw you and couldn’t resist coming over and saying hello! I’m not keeping you from your work am I?”

“No, don’t worry. I’ve just finished up actually. If you’d like I’d be more than happy to spend the rest of my free time with you!”

With that, the two of you ventured off into the bustling streets all while catching up on the time that you both had missed out on together.

As the sun started to set in the horizon, you both found yourself situated underneath a maple tree overlooking the city.

“You know, you should be really proud of yourself, Thoma. You’ve done so much for this place and the people in it”

Thoma gave you a bashful chuckle, pink dusting his cheeks at your words.

“I really don’t do that much. I just help out where I can. But thank you for your kindness, love”

He was always so humble. You couldn’t help but find this to be an adorable aspect of his personality.

The way his cheeks flushed red whenever you gave him a compliment and the way he’d always give out a little embarrassed giggle, always had a way to make your heart to little flips in your chest.

Unable to resist the beautiful man laying next to you. Dying sunlight giving him an enchanting glow while the soft grass framed his face perfectly. You propped yourself up on your elbow and without any warning; you pressed your lips tightly against his.

Thoma froze for a brief moment at your unexpected action before melting into your affections unable to resist the urge to lay you down on the grass on your back, taking his place on top of you with his lips growing more desperate in the heat of the moment.

The more your lips intertwined with each other, the more everything else around you melted away as your bodies pressed against each other in a beautiful synchronisation of love for each other.

Feeling the heat in your body build up, you couldn’t help but let your hand find its way up to his soft, silky locks. Letting the strands of his sun kissed hair wrap around your fingers, giving it a gentle tug he couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

After a few more minutes you finally pull away, both of you breathless and flushed from the impromptu make out session; you could see the blush plastering his pretty face as his sense come back into play.

“You’re such a troublemaker Y/N. What if someone caught us?”

“Then I’d proudly show them that you belong to me~”

I hope this is accurate because I don’t know how making out works :)

Also I had to rewrite this entire thing because tumblr went weird and didn’t save it istg T^T

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin headcanons #genshin impact scenarios #genshin scenarios #genshin boyfriend scenarios #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact headcanons #genshin fanfic #thoma #thoma genshin impact #thoma x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #thoma scenarios #thoma headcanons #thoma x y/n #thoma fanfic

[vinvantae]

hey! i’m quite new to tumblr so i have absolutely no idea how to request a fic, but i’m going to try here? i hope i’m right😭

so i had this idea for a daniel ricciardo x reader where the reader being a driver for aston martin w/ seb and close friends with many of the other drivers, especially danny ric.

during the last race before summer break, they’re like p6 and p7, but at the end of a straight, daniels brake doesn’t work and he gets closer and closer to the next turn. the reader realizes that something is wrong and that daniel doesn’t have control over his car anymore so she decides to stop his car with her’s to save his, even if that puts her in danger. in that moment she realizes that she might feel more for him than just pure friendship. the cars slither out into the gravel and crash into the wall, but nothing “bad” happens.

the reader, a bit sore and with a sprained wrist, immediately jumps out of her car to help daniel out of his, since he’s also hurt but nothing severe. as soon as they’re out, daniel just pulls her into a hug and thanks her and they don’t break away until the marshalls tell them to clear the track.

they’re brought to the hospital and ask to be room-buddies so that they’re not bored. that evening, they do a live video together in the hospital, telling the fans that they’re fine and that they will be racing again after the break.

i have no idea if this was the right way to request sth, i’m sorry if it wasn’t😂

you don’t have to use this idea, if you don’t want to and if you want to use it, take ur time and don’t stress yourself!

xx lilly

Hi Lilly, thanks for the request! I’ve taken your idea and made some changes to make it my own hope that’s okay 🧡 I’ve used Daniel’s collision with Lance as inspo

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Apex

You and Seb made your way towards the garage, chatting away as you usually did. It wasn’t fantastic weather and the sky was threatening to let rain crash down but it was holding back for now. It was the last race of the season before the summer break and you were excited for your time off.

The senior driver had taken you under his wing as soon as you joined the team so making friends with the other members of the grid was a lot easier because most of them had a strong bond with Seb.

The driver’s parade was spent goofing around with Daniel, the two of you laughing and finding every opportunity to wind up your fellow members of the grid. Your energy match was unparalleled and you were like two peas in a pod and more often than not your laughter could be heard long before you were seen. The other drivers would often exchange knowing looks when the two of you stood a little bit too close or his hands lingered on you a little too long, but the naivety was almost sweet and they didn’t want to burst your bubbles.

You weren’t really expecting to have to deal with Dan during the race, even though McLaren were struggling this season, Aston Martin were struggling even more. But as you sped around the corner, he emerged beside you from the pit lane… on hards? Weird choice, you thought. The tire had been underperforming all race.

You cursed mentally as he hit the apex first, forcing you to go around the outside but instead of heading straight on you found your car going sideways off into the gravel - the nose of Daniel’s McLaren nestled into the green of your car. You wriggled your tires and tried to get out of the trap but it wasn’t working.

“For fucks sake.” You cursed, turning off the car and removing the steering wheel and neck rest so you could get out.

Daniel’s engine was still growling as he tried to get going again but it seemed his race was as fucked as yours. Once he turned it off you pressed your hands against his halo.

“So, what the fuck?” You laughed, wanting to be mad at him but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it.

“Locked up.” He grumbled your voices muffled by your helmets, he struggled a little before pulling his steering wheel off. “Fucking tires. Sorry, didn’t mean to take you out… you okay?”

“Think so, maybe a little whiplash but nothing too bad, you?” You stepped back so he could climb out the car, assessing the damage he’d caused.

“Think I’ve done something to my wrist.” You helped him out of the car and he cradled it to his chest. “My own fault though, as long as you’re alright.”

He brought his hand up to your helmet and brushed his gloved thumb across the surface before pulling you into a one armed hug. “Would’ve been so mad at myself if I’d hurt you.”

You hummed contently. “Thankfully I’m a tough cookie.”

It was moments like this that you really felt warm and safe with Dan, even though that he was the one who had caused the incident - the way he held you made you feel so secure. The marshals insisted that the two of you went to the medical centre to be checked over, especially as Dan had complained about his wrist. The Australian convinced them that you should both ride in the medical car together, his arm staying around your shoulder.

"Are you sure you're okay, Dan?" You asked quietly, leaning into his hold, both of your helmets now off. "You're being very cuddly.”

“…just… don’t know what I would’ve done if I’d hurt you.” He mumbled, squeezing your shoulder. “You mean the world to me.”

You felt your cheeks flush. “…you don’t have to think about that, I’m okay. I promise.”

His eyes met yours and in that moment, you could swear you could hear your heartbeat in your ears. You had always had these feelings for Daniel buried deep down but moments like this always made them bubble up to the surface. He simply smiled and turned back to face the front as you pulled up outside the medical centre.

"Once they've checked us over, wanna do a little Instagram live to let the fans know we are okay?" You asked, climbing out the car.

"Yeah, sounds good."

The checks were over pretty quickly but they decided to keep you both in until the race was concluded. The fans were relived when you let them know you were both unscathed so it just left you and Dan sat on one of the beds - you swinging your legs a little.

"So, can I admit something?"

You let your eyes lift from the floor to meet his gaze. The Australian felt his heart skip a beat. "Of course."

"...I know it probably seems really cliché and forced but I just need to say it because I can't imagine and incident like that happening again and you not knowing how I feel." His voice dropped to a whisper, tattooed hand wrapping around yours. "I like you, more than I probably should do, but you're one of the only people I think about and I'd really like to take you out on a date."

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, shocked by his admission but you found yourself nodding. "I'd really like that."

He grinned and pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek. If you had known that his team putting him on the wrong tires was all it would take for him to ask you out, then you might have begged them too a long time ago.

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Hope you enjoyed <3

#daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo #f1 fic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #ricciardo x reader #f1 #x reader

[imagionationstation]

One Last Time - 2012TMNT Drabblish

So I was scrolling through Tumblr and came across a headcanons list that named a sleep-like headcanon for each turtle. Leo’s involved being unable to sleep without a weighted blanket (misses turtle piles, I bet &lt;;/3) and Donnie’s listed something about sleeping well on his own but eventually ending up in Leo’s room when he has nightmares (always manages to sneak back out before Leo wakes up tho. Keep his dignity intact). 

I went look for them again to reread and make sure my memory was holding true, but after scrolling to the point that my device almost crashed and searching #tmntheadcanons with every possible description that I can think off- I gave up the search. 

If you recognize these headcanons as your own- I surrender the ownership to you! I’m just using them for fluff because my brain won’t leave me alone.

Donnie jolts upright with a choked scream. 

He falls back onto the surface below him, something definitely not as concrete as he remembered. Heart pounding, breaths quick, a cold sweat covering every inch of him- he rolls over and grips the sheet over the mattress, fingers digging into the elastic surface in a desperate attempt to ground himself. He’s home. He’s in his room. He’s safe. He’s safe. He safe. 

He can still hear the gravely laugh. It’s only in his head, he knows that, and he repeats this mantra to block the overlapping voices- He’s home he’s safe “Do it now!” He’s safe he’s safe “I’ll tell you what we’re gonna do…” HE’S HOME HE’S SAFE- and squeezes his eyes shut to avoid looking around and risk seeing even the tiniest glint of a blade. 

He’s knows there’s nothing there. He knows he won’t see anything. He knows. He’s safe. He’s safe. He’s safe. 

After what feels like hours, the fears begins to lessen its hold and his fingers loosen over the sheets, dipping into a light doze that eases his heartbeat because he’s home he’s safe he’s safe safe he’s…

“We’re gonna see what makes you TICK!”

He’s on the floor before he realizes that he’s jumped off the bed in a blind panic. He scrambles away from the hotel bed that would bear his crude remains and out the first exit that presents itself, slamming the door shut and scanning the permitter-

This is the lair. He’s in the lair. He turns, trying to regain his breath. That’s his room. He’s home. 

A soft, frustrated whine escapes as he leans his head on the door. He’s exhausted beyond belief and the terror programmed in his brain wouldn’t leave him alone. It had been three days- three days!- and he still can’t bring himself to sleep longer than a few minutes. It takes longer than that to calm himself back down. He can’t calm down. Why can’t he calm down?

It doesn’t make since. There’s something about his bed that isn’t comfortable anymore. Something about lying there that doesn’t feel safe. He’s not safe. 

But he is. He is. He’s safe. He’s home. He’s home so he’s safe. 

His body weighs a million pounds as he digs in the belt he forgot to take off and pulls out his t-phone. He glances at the time. They all settled down barely half an hour ago. Is that even enough time to enter REM sleep twice? Is his sleep-deprived mind hallucinating? 

That’s just what he needs. 

His hand tightens around the phone. This isn’t fair. It’s over. Everything’s fine. He’s safe! 

He just wants to sleep. 

He drags himself off the door and takes hold of the handle. He knows he should head inside and try again, but he’s been trying and it’s not working. It’s flawed and pointless and he’s tired and he doesn’t know what else to do and- and- 

His eyes are burning and watering in a frustrating mix. He lifts a hand to scrub at them, letting loose a weak puff of air, eyes unconsciously trailing to his brother’s door. Instinct kicks in and he’s taken a step before rationality follow suit. 

No! 

No, he swore that was the last time. 

He can’t start this again. He’s too old for this. 

He’s practically an adult! He- he just needs- 

His hand closes around a doorknob, but it’s not his own. He takes a steadying breath. 

Just- just one more time. This is the last one. Last time. This one. 

It’s not a bit deal, right? Leo doesn’t notice. No one knows. He-

“Do it now!”

He wrenches the door open and staggers in, fighting to breath. He refuses to look behind him because he’s not there not there no one is there-

Leo stirs and rolls over. Donnie freezes guiltily, expecting him to sense his presence and check up on the room’s intruder, but he settles, breathing evenly. He knows he should leave. He knows he should just get out and go to his own bed in his own room and stop acting like a spineless whimp- 

He steps forward. Don’t overthink it. Don’t overthink- just do it. Do it. Just- 

ALARM. ALARM ALARM ALARM- 

Memory kick in hardcore and Donnie scrambles to unlock his t-phone. He turn on the alarm to wake him at least an hour before Leo normally wakes up, setting it on vibrate to give him plenty of time to sneak out unnoticed. He clutches it in shaky hands, glancing back at his brother. 

Last time- last time- don’t overthink it- don’t think don’t think don’t- 

Donnie doesn’t know how the brother that prides himself on mastering his senses never notices when the distribution of the weighted blankets that he leans on almost every night changes. Yet, he simply doesn’t, and Donnie thanks his lucky stars for this. 

Donnie lays down, but immediately feels like there are eyes on him, boring into the back of his skull. He left the door open. Goosebumps prickle and spread, but he refuses to look back, biting down on his lower lip when a whimper tries to escape.

He gives in, snatching a weighted blanket to drag over himself and then hugging the t-phone to his chest, waiting for his pounding heart to settle. He tries to stay as small as possible to not invade his older brother’s space. It’s shameful. He’s too old for this. Way too old. Why is he even in here? 

He should go.

He doesn’t move. 

The adrenaline rush doesn’t last long as the triumph of being unnoticed sinks in. The silence is only broken by the steady breathing of his older brother and he stares at the back of his shell as his eyes flicker, becoming harder and harder to keep open.

Then Leo rolls over- hardly unexpected, he leans heavily on those blankets- and an arm drops over the blanket on him. Donnie shrinks a bit, worried he’s going to feel the difference and awaken, but a firm grip subconsciously urges him close. 

Donnie can breath again. The cold in his bones is replaced with an impossibly familiar warmth and the even breaths above are so much better than his mantra. He shudders as the rest of the fear oozes out, pressing as close as he dares to the pillar of safety. He rests his forehead on his plastron, feeling each patterned beat of his heart.

When a yawn startles him to reality, he pulls away, settling on the mattress to avoid taking pillow space. The exhaustion is impossible to ignore and he doesn’t have to say what his body and instincts willingly accept. He’s not alone, but that’s okay. That’s perfect.

He’s home. He’s home and he’s here. He’s home and Leo’s here so… so he’s… sss..

Leo sighs. His not-so-sneaky ball of brother is lost within minutes and he stealthily adjusts the blanket so it doesn’t risk coming loose, just in case the shivers that he felt were partly from the cold, even though Leo knows why he’s receiving an afternoon visit. 

“I blew it. I led him right into a trap.”

“Hey. We’re a team and we cover each other’s mistakes. We’ll get them back.”

“Then we better move. Whatever he wants Don and Gecko for, it’s not good…” 

Donnie never did tell them what The Don’s plans where.

Leo’s sure he will in time, but whatever happened before they could get to him is clearly at the forefront of his thoughts. It’s weighing heavily on their brainy bro, preventing him from resting or relaxing, and that’s how Leo knew that this ‘visit’ was coming. It was really only a matter of waiting.

Donnie nuzzles into the bedding beneath him, leaning on the t-phone between his hands and plastron. Leo smiles fondly, fingers curling around his pillow as he watches the admittedly cute subconscious approval of his bed. He doesn’t remember when this started.

Thinking back to their days in turtles piles, Leo wonders if the two of them never really stopped. He rubs the younger turtle’s shell, deeming him asleep enough not to awaken from the movement.

He needs the rest.

Besides, Donnie would be mortified if he knew that Leo knew.

He’d probably stop coming at all, which is exactly why the leader doesn’t say a word. His younger brother prefers to pull away from the rest of them when bad things happen. He gets lost in his head and tries to process things on his own- but even geniuses need help sometimes, and Leo’s alway willing to give whatever help he can. It’s his responsibility.

…And maybe, deep down, he’s a little selfish. He doesn’t know what to call this. A routine? A habit? There has to be a title for it, to describe the reason why he got so worried those first two nights when Donnie didn’t come. Second-guessing if he’d even show up this time. Flicking in and out of sleep as he wonders if maybe the older brother wasn’t needed as much as the leader anymore. 

But he’s here. 

So doesn’t that say something? 

He’s here, right in Leo’s reach, safe and alive and home.

Leo tucks him a bit closer, feeling tension still in his shoulders, and mutters a line as familiar as the secret that the other doesn’t realize they share. “You’re safe, Dee. You’re home. I’m here.”

Donnie presses into Leo’s plastron again, something he often does during these nights, perhaps finding the firm surface calming somehow. He churrs, something distant and content and so very weak, but Leo hears it all the same.

The tight knot of worry falls undone. He’s able to relax then, protectively clutching something so much better than a shaped pile of weighted fabrics.

Donnie will wake up in a few hours and be unaware that Leo watches him leave, satisfied to have chased off the few nightmares that day. Neither brother will say a word as the evening passes and day closes in, wondering if that was the last time.

It’s hard, really, to determine a last time when they can’t recall a first.

#tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2k12 #2012 tmnt #ImagionationStation’s Ficlets #tmnt donnie 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt leo 2012 #2012 leonardo #tmnt 2012 leo #leo 2012 #2012 leo #donnie 2012 #2012 donatello #2012 donnie #tmnt donatello 2012 #tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fic #tmnt fandom

[tw33k-tucker]

Smile! Your on the air

Doodle requests are open‼️

The series characters I can draw the best(In order) are:

South Park, Eddsworld, Creepypasta, n' SMG4

Just a some things about me(changes/updates so much)

Fictionkin of:

Tweek Tweak

Craig Tucker

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Damien Thorn (South Park)

Michael Afton (FNAF)

Crying Child/Evan Afton (FNAF 4)

Mr Puzzles

SMG3 (SMG4)

Louise (Bob's Burgers)

Adam

Lucifer

Vox

Husk

Angel Dust (Hazbin hotel)

Tord

Tom (Eddsworld)

Kevin (Spooky Month)

Selever (FNF)

Shadow (Sonic, but not sure which specific Sonic yet)

Jeff T. Killer

BEN Drowned

And Ticci Toby (Creepypasta)

Questioning: 3

Therian but not completely comfortable to reveal more then a few of my Theriotypes, those few are a Border Collie, Island Fox, Clouded leopard, Red Panda, Some kind of Shark, and an Opossum

He/Him (Trans FTM/Masc)

13 on May 16th, Tumblr dont come after me

Christan (but excepts any religion)

Favorite Animal is Guinea pigs

2nd favorite drink is coffee

2nd:Hansel by Sodikken

Top ten Favorite songs:

1st:Bad Habit by Steve Lacy

3rd:Breezeblocks by alt-j

5th:Coffee by Jack Stauber's Micropop

4th:My Band by D12

6th:Christmas kids by Roar

7th:Noel's Lament

8th:I love you like an alcoholic by The Taxpayers

9th:Charlies Inferno by That Handsome Devil

10th:I Can't Decide by Scissor Sisters

(Dont judge me on my songs,I know i have a weird a taste in music)

A few last random shit facts 'bout me

I am very scared of alarms(Like, fire alarms)

I have Trypophobia aka fear of holes(it's very bad)

I have a love hate relationship with insects

I'm AroAce and Gay

Wolverine is my all-time favorite hero(I don't care that he's technically an anti-hero/also an X-Men, he's the best)

Black and Red are my favorite colors

HTTYD is my favorite movie series

I love Scooby Doo(Especially Mystery Incorporated)

I am a mix of Introverted and Extroverted

I swear I wanna cry when stuff I've been waiting for is altered(Don't ask, I have no idea why)

I have anxiety

I freak out VERY easily

Salamanders are so cool istg

I have sensitive ears so I hate loud noises(I think I'm just a wimp)

I was in a car crash when I was 8(Luckily me and my dad were fine)

I like Diary of a wimpy kid

I have an older brother that I fight with(Imagine Rodrick and Greg's rivalry)

Some noises also make me want to bawl my eyes out(Also don't ask why, I seriously don't know)

I will 'kill' you if you look in my sketchbook(I swear you do not wanna see it, like really, you do NOT)

I have social anxiety👍

I'm seriously fucked up in the brain

I have OCD

And I have a Spotify by the name Craig-Fucker 👍

And yeah, that's all I'm willing to tell

Also please don't hate me, I can't control who I am

Thanks for reading

Random Icons :D

Okay! One last thing, sense I have started the Zombie Park series, you can ask them questions about litterly ANYTHING some stuff they might not be allowed to answer at the moment like some stuff that'll happen in the future, but if you have any questions about the AU feel free to ask

#Intro #Fictionkin #Therian

[tired-biscuit]

I just thought of this 😃 how do you think drunk naruto would act around his s/o?

hi anon, i'm sorry for replying so late. i do hope that you're still around tumblr, so that you'll get to see this. thoughts are under the cut, because a part of it is nsfw!! 🧡

[18+ content. minors DNI!!]

So, I'm thinking of two versions of drunk Naruto.

SFW:

Becomes very touchy-feely.

Clingy as fuck.

Always has his arm draped around your shoulders, his palm wrapped around your waist, or his hand on your knee if you're sitting down. As if he's making sure you're always there; right next to him.

Gives you constant pecks to your temple or cheekbone.

Gossips (audibly). He literally doesn't know the definition of 'whispering' when he's drunk.

Runs off on drunken adventures and then pouts when he can't find his way back to you again.

His grin turns crooked and kind of droopy, but it's still really cute. Definitely bigger on one side than the other, albeit just as dazzling as ever.

His gaze becomes hooded. He literally looks like he's half-asleep most of the time. The blue in his eyes turns murky, like a sea after a godawful storm.

Turns very heavy. Especially if you help him walk back home from the bar. It's a literal workout to drag him up the stairs.

Publicly affectionate (to the extreme).

Does that little "Hah!" from time to time whenever somebody says something funny (or not).

Unzips his jacket and constantly tugs on the collar of his white t-shirt because of his body temperature rising.

Pink in the face. His cheeks burn so hot that you'd be able to fry eggs on 'em.

Constantly tells you he loves you. When you grab him another drink, when you listen to what he wants to tell you, when you help him put on his jacket, when you make sure he has his phone, keys and wallet with him - it's a never-ending jumble of: "I love you s'much, babe." "Thank you, babe. I love ya." "You're s'pretty. Love... Ya!"

If you're not around, he texts you long paragraphs of how much he appreciates you, even though 3/4 of it is riddled with spelling mistakes and questionable emojis.

Big, strong bear hugs that make you feel like he's crushing the entirety of your bones inside your body.

Likes to eat chips with his beer, and definitely pops each finger into his mouth and licks them clean from the salt with a loud smack!

Constantly demanding to try a sip of your girly cocktails, even though he proclaims himself as a "manly man".

Speaks in incoherent sentences.

He gets woozy and yawns a lot when it gets late and he's since grown tired of partying. Definitely leans into your side and kind of turns quiet. (It's a signal that it's time to take him home.)

Is unable to shower alone when he gets home. You have to help him get in and lean down, so that you can rinse off the bubbly foam out of his hair because of the height difference. Though, he's so clumsy that the bottles are sent flying everywhere with loud thuds and crashes when he does what you ask of him and his hand slips on the wet tiles during it.

Klutz™️

NSFW:

Snores the house down the moment his head hits the pillow.

This.

Lasts longer than he usually does.

Is very clumsy with his fingers, but tries his best.

All the kisses he gives you are sloppy and slow; sensual. Lots of drool (especially on your neck and chest).

Surprisingly becomes fluent in dirty talk. (Wants to hear you say that you're a little slut for him.)

Gets hard just from thinking about what he'll do to you.

His body is really, really warm.

He sweats a lot because of it.

Forgets how strong he actually is, so you have to remind him when he starts to manhandle you a bit too roughly for your liking.

Smiles lazily whenever you're quivering from orgasm underneath him.

Lazy, patient thrusts. He really enjoys how wet you are and how the slick feels and sounds like whenever he pulls back and slams right back in.

Nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck when you feel especially good - mostly whenever you're clenching around him. You can hear every single deep, ragged breath.

Loves having you as splayed wide open for him as you're able to. He wants to see everything.

Grunts instead of moans. Like these deep, short sounds of primal need that rumble within his heaving chest.

Looks and acts way... Darker, than he normally does.

His cum tastes slightly bitter because of the alcohol in his system.

Praises you a lot.

"My pretty girl... Stuffed full with my cock."

Gets this sort of dazed look in his eye when you're close to breaking apart. Like the bliss he's making you feel is too overwhelming to watch, and he's shutting down because of it.

Curses when he cums. Really nasty words that certainly don't fit his sunshine persona, but they make him even hotter.

So fucking heavy when he falls on top of you. Literally flattens you like a pancake against the mattress.

Has a preference to stay inside you for a long while after you're both finished and his dick turns soft. Just kind of smears the mixed arousal and relief between your sexes; until you have to argue that you have to go pee and tidy yourself up, and he's grunting in protest.

Snores the house down the moment his head hits the pillow, part two.

#naruto #naruto uzumaki #naruto uzumaki x reader #naruto x reader #naruto x you #naruto smut

[garak]

tagged by @ytptennis & @tf2yuri =]

last played song: if i must be honest its polka power.

favorite song: losalamitoslatinfunklovesong - gene harris

song of choice: home again - menahan street band

+ five songs i've had on repeat: there's talk - gene dunlap, he's the greatest dancer - sister sledge, my barn my rules - horsegiirl & MCR-T, 愛は備長炭パートⅡ by Bomber HEY!!, and of course sending postcards from a plane crash by fob...

i tag @hometownrockstar @amethyinst @wokeuplaughing @greaterhorrors @cdfreak and anyone else who wants to do it... i love tag games i miss ye olden days of kinnie tumblr when we did these like weekly. that was a fun time

#living after midnight #tag games

[quodekash]

this episode may take longer to watch than any episode previously has

flirting at its finest

holy frick I am definitely way more attached to these two than I strictly should be

he just gave his boyfriend a curfew for playing soccer. I love them so much

dshgsdgshdhghfsdgfhagewhsdgfhad

AAAAAASDHSDASHGFAHSFGASHFGAHSGF

IVE BEEN LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS SCENE FOR SO LONG THEY MAKE ME SO HAPPY

KANG ATTACKING HIS BOYFRIEND IN KISSESSSS ERHBDGSHKRB

kaaang

you doofus schmoofus

hes probably fine tho, time blindness, we've seen it happen before (the first time they studied together), so he'll show up, he just got carried away

side note: why doesnt sailom have a phone case

WAIT HANG ON

the last time this happened (sailom giving kang a time for him to come study with him, and kang being over an hour and a half late to that time), it was the first time they'd had a tutoring session. what if this is foreshadowing, and it's about to be the last time they have a tutoring session?? everything's right about to go down, I can feel it. just let me enjoy the fluffiness of everything for a while before we have to suffer in the angst

he DOES want to study, but he struggles with time blindness and hyper focus and he lost track of time and didnt notice but im SURE he rushed home the MINUTE he realised what time it was

sailom, those are your brother's words, not yours

you're only thinking that because your brother implanted it into your mind, and it was a simple explanation that you took because you were worried and scared for him. just listen to kang and let him explain himself

noooo this is like the scene with pimfah in episode 6

SEE?????? LISTEN TO YOUR BOYFRIEND NEXT TIME DOOFUS AND COMMUNICATE BETTER

its fine, its okay, this is a learning experience, a lesson for them, they will grow from this both as a couple and as individuals, its okay, they'll work it out

IMNOTGONNACRYIMNOTGONNACRYIMNOTGONNACRYIMNOTGONNACRY

OH WHO AM I KIDDING, IM SOBBING

oh yeah, see that eye contact there? thats the eye contact of "im probably going to shoot you or be involved in you getting shot, perhaps intentionally perhaps not, while I rob your house because I am poor and I hate the rich"

whaht

ohhh yeah the sprained ankle

lets all just take a moment to appreciate how pretty papang is

thank you that is all

THEY ARE FRIENDS

THEY ARE FRIENDSSSSSS

AAAAAA

they're sitting next to each otherrrrrrr

GOEURLDJSBGVRE

THIS ENTIRE SCENE IS JUST SO PERFECT

1. sailom apologised for getting angry

2. kang apologised for coming home late

3. sailom made sure kang knows that his debts are HIS problem, not kang's

4. sailom is motivating kang to pursue his dreams

5. 'because I have my wind, this windmill can spin' I MEAN COME ON

IM TRYING TO NOT AUDIBLY SOB BUT I LOVE THEM TOO MUCH THEYRE SO CUTE

HE SAID THE LINE BUT WITHOUT THE SAME FLASHBACK OVER AND OVER AGAIN LIKE TWELVE TIMES IN THE ONE EPISODE

this fluff is too much for my gay little heart to handle

luckily its all gonna crash and burn soon tho :)

YESSSS

I love the studying-while-exercising-oishi-drink-breaks

I ALSO LOVE THIS TROPE

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

cmon guys just kiss

you got so close last episode

OML

I CANT

THATS SO FUNNY

IVE SEEN SOME GAY-ASS OISHI COMMERCIALS BUT THIS MIGHT JUST BE THE BEST ONE

screaming crying throwing up they're so disgusting (and pls keep it coming I love it)

not that I doubted it before, but respectthepetty is definitely right about that praise kink, no one alive can deny it now

he loves toying with him so much, and I love watching it

T H E P O U T

...you know, I really wish Tumblr allowed more than 30 images per post.

#quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #perthchimon #chimon wachirawit #perth tanapon #kangsailom #kanghansailom #sailomkanghan #sailomkang #guynawa #guynava #marcpawin #win pawin #marc pahun #pawin kulkaranyawich