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in1-nutshell · 5 months

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Hey, not sure if you're down for writing a continuation of the “Megatron 'accidentally' adopting human Buddy who fears nothing” post. But there was a line “Rung has a line of bots that express the same worry for Buddy one day doing something dumb and not being able to come back from it.” that I think should be expanded upon. Dangerous things are constantly happening to the lost light crew and Buddy must have the devil's luck to come out of everything that happens unscathed. I'd like to see that luck run out. I'd like to see the crew panicking because Buddy got hurt badly and there's been no news if they'll recover or not. I want to see Megatron deal with the impending mortality of his newly adopted kid poorly. And I want to see everyone on the lost light panic even more because if Megatron doesn't start a war if this kid dies, Whirl absolutely will. P.s please let buddy live, I may crave angst, but not that much.

Have a good day, love your writing

Ooooh! Have you been peaking at some of my drafts? haha! I have been thinking about what would happen if Buddy ever got hurt on Megatron's watch. But now more bots are going to watch.

Hope you enjoy!

Megatron and Fearless Buddy who gets seriously hurt

SFW, familial, platonic, angst but happy ending, mention of injuries but nothing graphic or detailed, Human reader

MTMTE/LL

As we all know Buddy fears nothing

And this put some stress on their friends and new dad, Megatron.

“Hey Megs!”--Rodimus

“Rodimus, don’t call me that.”--Megatron

“Yeah, not gonna happen. Anyways I was wondering if you’ve seen Buddy anywhere. They were supposed to show me something?”--Rodimus

“Show you what?”--Megatron

“Something about being a present for being Brainstorm’s ‘Guinea pig’?”--Rodimus

Buddy flying by on a jet pack.

“Hi Roddy! Hi Megs! Bye Roddy! Bye Megs!”--Buddy

“…”—Rodimus and Megatron

CRASH!

Both mechs start running

But as time continues to go on, their little antics are just normalized. Sure, there are still some bots that know the true fragility of the human life span. Such bots included but not limited to Ratchet, First Aid, Velocity, Swerve, Rung, Megatron, and Whirl

“Where are you going with those pilars?”—First Aid

“It’s nothing illegal, yet.”--Buddy

“What type of answer is that!?”—First Aid

But for the most part the crew thinks Buddy is almost as durable as they are. Yes, even Megatron has been guilty of this type of behavior. He isn’t too proud of that.

“C’mon Fleshy jump and do a flip!”—Random Bot

“Bet—”--Buddy

“I think not.”--Whirl

“Whirl?!”--Buddy

“If you break your dumb fragile bones who else is going to come with me on planet expeditions? Cyclonus? I think not. He sucks out all the fun.”—Whirl

“I am literally right here.”--Cyclonus

So, let the angst begin.

The place was being invaded by space pirates.

The pirates where taking the bridge and had successfully barricaded themselves in.

“Why can’t we just break the door down?”--Buddy

“The main room has delicate equipment. One wrong move…”--Megatron

“Okay that’s a bad idea then.”--Buddy

“We just need an opening from the main door and we can figure out the rest.”--Rodimus

“Hey, I’m tiny enough to fit through the crack under the door. I can open the door!”--Buddy

“Absolutely not.”--Megatron

“For once I’m agreeing with him.”--Whirl

“Hey, its not like we have many options here. Unless someone else has a better idea then I am quite literally the only thing stopping these guys.”--Buddy

“…go then…”--Megatron

He was going to regret saying it like that. The computers dashboard in order to unlock the door or at least give it an opening. So, when they were sure that the aliens weren’t looking, they sprinted over to the console by swinging up with a grappling hook to the chair and began running towards the buttons.

They had indirectly activated the plasma screens.

These were holoscreens all over the ship that would show what was happening on the bridge. Everyone had a front row seat to Buddy sprinting across the console. There where cheers as Buddy was coming closer and closer to the button

“They made it!”--Rodimus

“Way to go Buddy!”--Tailgate

“Just press the button.”—Ultra Magnus

“That’s my Amica—”--Whirl

It was right there…

The alien came out of nowhere…

“EW! A Rat!”--Alien

“A ra—"--Buddy

They swatted Buddy across the room in one swift movement. They’re tiny body hurdling across the room and off screen. A small sickening crack was heard.

It was barely noticeable.

But it caused a deafening sound across the entire Lost Light.

Good news for the crew, Buddy’s shoe came off from the force of the hit and successfully pressed the button opening the door.

Everyone is lined up to take these aliens down.

Megatron and Whirl are at the forefront of it.

Megatron is trying to find Buddy while Whirl is absolutely destroying everything.

Megatron spots Buddy slumped over in the far corner of the room.

No motion, nothing

He is just frozen in place.

“Buddy…”--Megatron

“…”--Buddy

“Megatron! Move!”--Ratchet

Ratchet snaps him out of it as he is trying to help Buddy.

Megatron snaps out of it a cover him.

Buddy is rushed out an into the medbay.

Everyone is waiting.

The sudden gravity of Buddy’s mortality weighs heavily on the minds of everyone involved.

Megatron sulks in his room thinking about how he failed them. He can’t bear to sit by Buddy in the med bay. Ratchet understands and tells him that he when Buddy wakes up.

Whirl on the other hand, stays by Buddy’s bed side the entire time.

“Hey Tiny. It’s been a hot minute since you’ve open those little eyes… You mind opening them up?”--whirl

“…”--Buddy

“Fine be like that…”--Whirl

“…”--Buddy

“Well, you’ve missed a lot since you took that hit. One you have a ton of inner most energon by your room and a growing number of get-well gifts. I personally made sure none of you’re a secret bomb. Megs is still in his room and its giving everyone the creeps.”--Whirl

“…”--Buddy

“… Don’t tell this to anyone… but we miss you, you scared the ever living Pits out of us.”--Whirl

“…”--Buddy

Whirl has lost every good thing in his life. He is going to make sure that this one thing does go so soon.

Buddy does wake up

“Hye Whirly Bird?”--Buddy

“Buddy?!”--Whirl

“Why you looking at me like that? Someone died?”--Buddy

“You nearly did Tiny!”--Whirl

“But I didn’t, huh? It takes more than a hand to stop me.”--Buddy

“…I guess huh.”--Whirl

Megatron is zooming over when he hears. Buddy is trying to play off their injuries to try and keep the peace.

“Hey Megs.”--Buddy

“Buddy…”--Megatron

“You okay? You look like you’re dying.”--Buddy

“… that was a poor choice of words.”--Megatron

“Yeah I guess— woah, Megs?"—Buddy

Megatron gently holding Buddy’s hand the best he can

“Just let me hold you please, just a little bit.”--Megatron

“Sure Megs.”--Buddy

As they are recovering Buddy is treated with a bit more respect than they had before. Good thing too, they did after all manage to save the ship after all.

#transformers #transformers x reader #idw mtmte #mtmte x reader #mtmte megatron #mtmte rodimus #mtmte whirl #maccadam #mtmte x platonic reader #human buddy

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non-stop-imagines · 3 months

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MEE RELEASE THE ARCHIVES BABE

Thank you for this. It kick started my creativity. I have soooo many WIPs that I'm excited to show you guys and my ideas need somewhere to land, so why not here.

I'm also gonna link this to my Masterlist so I can link the finished products to both and people are able to choose how they decide which fic to read.

(A bunch of barely coherent brainstorming under the cut 😚 And this apparently will be changing and updated whenever I think of it so keep checking back 💖)

Works in progress/ideas by driver:

Lewis Hamilton

- Something with the vibe of Angel of Mine by Monica because that song reminds me of him every time it comes on and I desperately want to try writing for Lewis again

Another song one. Ours by Taylor Swift. You both are very busy but very in love and will always make time for each other. No matter what.

Max Verstappen

Raincheck sneak peek here (Intense hatred between Max and the reader can only last so long.)

Big brother Max trying to help his sister out but is block by his father at EVERY TURN. (Tyla faceclaim and the request alone has me obsessed with her now. I absolutely love her.

Different things to add to Repeat That Au; Big sister, best friend and a lot of pregnancy talk (including something that links in the On Display Au courtesy of my ♥️ anon)

Lando Norris

Lando flirting with his PR manager who is a few years older.

Two words: Uncle. Lando.

Something to the song Making Whoopee by Frank Sinatra bc Lando seems like the type of guy to do anything for the girl he wants to fu k really badly. Wedding. Home. Baby. Whole nine yards. Big simp energy. The best type of energy

More from the Valentine Au because it's cute and I love it

Lance Stroll

Fake dating. We love when besties fake date and fall in love 😙

Oscar Piastri

Oscar loves his wife. Talks about her all the time. But no one knows they're married??? A little sneaky peek (that is barely put together):

"Your girlfriend is into astrology. I made the mistake of telling her my birthday." Lando spoke, twirling his flags, not seeing the extremely confused look Oscar was giving him.

"Girlfriend?" Lando looked up at his teammate and given him an equally confused face, believing his comment was quite clear.

"Uh, yeah? Yn?" Lando was so matter of fact, and yet had no idea how wrong he was.

"Yn's my wife. We're married."

"BUT YOU'RE BABIES!?"

"YOU'RE TWO YEARS OLDER THAN US!

More for Girl Almighty bc we have to see how the reader and Oscar do driving against each other

Charles Leclerc

Cocoa Butter Kisses-Charles is mesmerizing by your everything shower routine and how good you smell when you're done

Rockstar-undercover soft girl-reader; another smutty one; just gotta figure out the direction I was to take it

Wedding Night-Self explanatory;smut and aftercare (almost done with the smut, just gotta do the aftercare)

More stuff from My Biggest Fan Au bc who doesn't love Charles and Gianna 🥹

Something to I Wish by 1D with Pierre. You and Charles are literally the perfect couple. The entire way through. (See the ideas for Pierre for his part in the plot)

Logan Sargeant

Thanksgiving with the Fam and our very own Mr. America gets to experience a black Thanksgiving (yes I did get that suggestion right after Thanksgiving. Let's not talk about that 😔)

Something with the vibe of Wouldn't it be Nice by The Beach Boys bc apparently I think Logan is the purest little boy on the grid and just wants to live a happy life with his girlfriend

Carlos Sainz

More for Mírame Au (stay tuned bc there will come a time where I open request for suggestions for this 😚)

Esteban Ocon

Man's will be pining for Lewis' personal assistant and it will become a viral F1 moment.

Daniel Ricciardo

Reader can't stand sisters new boyfriend, and Daniel can't stand the fact that his girlfriends identical twin sister hates him, but feelings change, just not for the better

Handled: The Backstory (How reader and Daniel meet and fall for each other 😚) yes it will be smutty

Something based off the song "Would You Go with Me" because it is very Daniel and I don't know how to explain it

What do you think the opposite of On Display would be? (Hint: jealous Danny 😚)

More for On Display, but I might make her an OC to make another fic suggestion (look under Max ideas) a bit easier to write.

Fernando Alonso

Fernando and reader are literally each other's muse, he talk about her all the time and he inspires and entire album (and makes his music video debut)

Fernando gets some plants to impress reader; now he the plant dad to her plant mom and it's an inside jokes between family and friends

Fernandos favorite pass time is picking the readers hair color

Sebastian Vettel

Sebastian only wants one thing: For everyone to know how much he loves his ballerina girlfriend. Another little sneak peek (that, again, is just barely put together):

"Yes. You are in the presence...of the first...black Sugar Plum Fairy for the New York City Ballet." Your cheeks were sore from smiling, but nothing could dull your shine right now. Your friends that were hovering around you finally crowd around and give you tight loving squeezes, greeting Sebastian on your phone and bragging on your accomplishment.

"Sebastian! How does it feel to be dating the best principal dancer in the history of the New York City Ballet?" Your friend, Julia, hooks her arms over your shoulders and presses her mouth to your temple.

"I'm just glad I get to be her boyfriend. That's my title now. Sebastian Vettel, boyfriend Yn, New York City Ballett Principal Dancer and first black NYCB Sugar Plum Fairy.

Pierre Gasly

Introducing new OC!Eve (Chloe Bailey faceclaim);my way of introducing the readers sister into the Repeat That Au; we get to start off with a small backstory

I Wish-1D; Pierre's got it BAD. Go listen to the song. His POV is the song. It's heartbreaking and I love it so much. Probably one of the first fics that doesn't have a happy ending.

Maxiel

Trying get someone to buy you and Daniel a drink goes wrong

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raven2012 · 3 months

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Secrets - Feli Rauch x Leon!Reader

Warnings: tiny bit of smut

Translations: ,,Schatz'' means treasure and is used in the same context as ,,love'' or ,,babe''

, Hermana, it’s so good to see you. How’s Germany treating you?’’, You were cradled into a bone crushing hug when your sister, Mapi, noticed you. You just flew from Wolfsburg all the way to Barcelona to visit your sister.

Ingrid was next to hug you and then they took your luggage and lead you to their car. The drive to their home was filled with questions about your life in Germany.

You went there a year ago after a few good years at Man United. You needed a new challenge, so you took the best offer outside the Wsl. That offer came from Wolfsburg.

Your sister knew that you are very happy at Wolfsburg what she didn’t knew was who made you that happy.

After a short drive to Mapi and Ingrid's flat you were seated around the dinner table. You were all talking about your upcoming games with the Bundesliga when suddenly your phone was ringing.

You excused yourself and walked into the open kitchen:,,Hey Schatz’’; on the other Hand was your girlfriend, Feli:,,Hey Süße, wie gehts dir? Wie war dein Flug?"(Hey sweetie, how are you? How was your flight?) ,,Mir geht's gut, Schatz. und der Flug war auch gut.’’(I’m fine schatz and the flight was okay)

You talked to your girlfriend for a few more minutes until you realized that your sister and her girlfriend were waiting for you.

You hung up with a promise to talk later. you walked back into the living room and sat down at the table. ,,Who was that?’’, your sister asked:,,Just a teammate from Wolfsburg.’’

Ingrid sent you a knowing smirk. You knew that Mapi did not speak german but it completely slipped your mind that Ingrid played for Wolfsburg some time ago.

After a few hours of talking and lots of laughing you went to the guest room and called Feli.

,,Hey Schatz’’, Felis face appeared on your phone screen. You missed her dearly and both talked to close for a hour until you were tired and got ready for bed.

You just wanted to turn the light off when Ingrid was standing in the Doorway:,, So, Feli Rauch?’’ You heard her teasing tone in her voice and tried to cut out her suspicions:,, Yeah, we are really good friends, she’s my roommate.’’

Ingrid closed the door and sat down on your bed next to you:,,You can tell me you know? And I’m not deaf either. I heard you calling her ,,Schatz’’, she is your girlfriend, isn’t she?’’

You sank back into your cushion:,,Fine, you’re right. She is my girlfriend.’’ ,,Do you love her?’’, Your face lit up, Feli was one of your favourite topics. You could talk for hours about her.

You were home with Ingrid because Mapi was at the grocery store. Earlier today you talked to your girlfriend and you both missed each other so much that she offered to fly to Barcelona for the rest of your break.

Ingrid was standing in the kitchen prepping dinner:,,Ingrid, i got a question.’’

,,Yeah, what’s it?’’

,,Do you think Feli could stay here over the rest of the break? I really miss her and she offered to come to Barcelona.’’

Ingrid had no problem with it, the only problem was your sister, who didn’t know of your girlfriend yet.

You and Ingrid brainstormed and came up with the plan to bring Feli from the airport to Mapi and Ingrids home and then later introduce her as your girlfriend over dinner.

A few days later you and Mapi were picking up Feli from the airport, since your relationship was a secret Feli couldn’t just kiss you in the middle of the airport.

Once you saw her you had to keep yourself from running into her arms, instead opting to wait until she was at a reasonable distance for you to walk over to her and hug her. You closed her into your arms and nuzzled your face into her neck. You breathed in her scent and immediately calmed down.

Mapi may have been oblivious but not so oblivious that she didn’t notice how your entire demeanor changed once you were in Felis arms.

When you got home you showed Feli where the guest room was and since the house only had one, it was where you both would be staying.

Feli walked in behind you and closed the door. She immediately turned you around and pressed her lips onto yours. It was a sweet kiss, a kiss of lovers reuniting after being apart for weeks.

The kiss deepend and Feli walked you to the bed. She gently pushed you onto it. Feli was immediately on top of you and resumed kissing you.

You let your hands wander over her torso, under her clothes. They wandered under her sports bra and pinched Felis right nipple. She let out a quiet moan at that and opened your trousers. Her eyes met yours, the question of consent lying behind the gesture:,, Feli, bitte…’’, you whisper in a desperate voice.

You take Felis hand and pull it into your trousers and put it right over your wet heat. Feli starts circling her finger over your clit, wich was still hidden by the fabric of your underwear. Your head was resting back against the headboard, one hand of yours was in the back of Felis neck and the other gripped the sheets tightly.

You felt yourself getting worked up when suddenly Mapi opened the door:,,Ay dios mio!’’

She immediately slammed the door closed again. ,,I guess the secrets out…’’ Feli said while still laying on top of you. She gave you one last kiss before you both got up to face your sister.

Feli and you walked downstairs, hand in hand. You saw Mapi and Ingrid sitting on the sofa.

Ingrid nodded encouraging at you while Mapi looked at you with a blank face.,, A friend? Really?’’ She then looked at Feli:,, How long have you been sleeping with my sister?’’ You looked a little shocked at that question but your girlfriends answer made you fall in love with her again:,, Around 4 months and I am not just sleeping with her. She is the love of my life.’’ Mapi looked back at you, now with a smile on her face:,, I like her, You chose a good one, hermana. Just next time: lock the door please.’’

You and your girlfriend went red within a second but you were relieved and grateful that Mapi accepted Feli as your girlfriend.

#woso fanfics #feli rauch #fanfic

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n3ptoonz · 6 months

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'Are You Still Watching?'

Pairing: Sub!König/Dom!Reader

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings/tags: Smut!! Explicit! Movie night, handjobs, reader calls him a good boy because he's, in fact, a good boy, spit/licking mentioned, voice lines used

Word count: 1.5k+

Explicit content below the cut

You invited König over for a movie date since it's been while considering the last time you had time in each other's presence. Of course, his job comes first. You understood that well because you also served but decided to leave after voluntary years. You became fast friends and started dating a few months after, keeping your relationship alive even after you left.

You loved each other just that much, after all

He's on leave for a month so you must make due with the time slot. The dinner you had wasn't fancy, just enough to where you two could fill up and start whatever shitty movie found on netflix.

After some brainstorming you're finally an hour into some boring movie with cheesy fight scenes and explosions. Though...you both knew it was boring...and wanted something else to happen so continuing the movie would be out the picture

You're both bored. You both just want each other. It's been so long. A very long four months without seeing each other. There were times that he'd called on his burner during the down times on his missions but you both knew it simply wouldn't be enough

That is until today.

We all know König is a big boy with social anxiety, so naturally, you're the conductor to this train

"Hey, König," you say lifting your head from his shoulder and placing your hand on his thigh

He jumps at the sudden feeling for two reasons: one is because your hand is cold but the other is it's awfully close to his crotch

You always did find it surprising that his thighs were so soft despite what he does for a living

"Y-Yeah?," his breath comes out shaky as he turns his head to look down at you

What can I say? No matter your height, he's always towering in some way

He reaches over to grab the remote and pause the movie, there's really no use for it anymore. Whatever you have to say has nothing to do with it

So he thinks.

"I was thinking we do something else...," you brought the hand that was on his thigh to his jaw to make him fully look at you. The stubble he hasn't bothered to shave because you love it so much prickling the pads of your fingers. You brought him so close your noses ghost over each other's

His needy eyes dart back and forth from your eyes to your lips. The light from the tv illuminating the side of his face made his pleading expression twice more noticeable.

He whines softly but obviously that doesn't get past you. He was contemplating whether or not he should ask, but honestly...what's understood doesn't need to be said.

He wasted no time closing the distance between your lips while you wasted none shoving your hand down his shorts and stroking what you could through his boxers. The man is fucking massive in many ways. Your action caused him to moan into the kiss, but he wouldn't dare breaking it. Once you were able to pull him free you broke the seal to breathe. He was panting gently, his head tilted, and he couldn't take his eyes off you.

You lean close to his ear and whisper, "Play the movie," causing his eyebrows to furrow upwards. Like a lost, confused puppy.

He wouldn't even think to question what you have in mind. He trusts you with everything. Himself, his life, you name it. All day everyday he has to be the big man that takes charge and make some type of impact on the world. With you? Don't get him started

He clicks play and looks back at you for more instructions. Soft, needy eyes darting back at your dark, lust filled ones. You simply made a gesture for him to watch the tv; he obeys, a little confused, but ultimately followed silent orders. You never stopped gazing at his side profile, it's just so rugged and nice. Rough and worn down from gunpowder and war. That alone was so oddly captivating to you. You could stare at the side of his face 25/8. You could stare at him 25/8.

You lick your palm and then hover it below his mouth

"Spit."

He takes your wrist without hesitation and does so, knowing exactly where it's about to go now. He couldn't even help himself but whine at the mere thought

Immediately, you brought your hand down to stroke him, tucking his hair behind his ear with your free hand, whispering again, "You are such a good boy, you know that?"

He doesn't respond right away, assuming it's rhetorical

"You've earned this...You're so good for me, König," he stifles his own moans and groans at your sultry voice and your incredible handwork

"Ah ah, good boys are vocal. You're gonna be vocal for me, aren't you?," he nods frantically with his eyes closed shut, choking out leftover sounds

"I asked you a question," you squeezed at the base to get him to regain focus

"Yes- please- Ah-," his breath was caught in his throat right when you re-stroked and ran your thumb over the tip, it already leaking from excited he is on the inside.

Just like his height, he had down below to match. On soft he's about 5-6...but hard? Eight in length and about an inch and a half in width. The man is slanging. It filled your hands perfectly. Whenever you give him head and struggle to keep up with the size, his ego inflates by the masses. He hasn't ever said this much, afraid you'll take it for arrogance. But he sure does love watching the sight of you trying to take him.

Wherever it is.

It's always the quiet ones.

"Eyes on the screen. No more closing your eyes, understand?"

All he could get out was a "mhm" and a weak nod while staring at the screen in front of him. Both of you knew good and well he wasn't retaining anything. The sound of the slick created by the saliva and his own secretions now increasing as you move your hand faster

"How's the movie, dear?"

"V-Very lovely!," his voice raised in pitch as he breathes out his response. You honestly didn't expect him to respond as quickly as he did

He's just about ready to blow. And you knew that. By this point if he did close his eyes again, it wouldn't bother you. He's been craving your touch for such a long time so you won't be so cruel this time. Seeing him struggle to keep himself together was driving you up the wall. You took notice to how well he's been holding back and obeying your words, so you praise him for it

"You know, König, I'm so proud of you for being my good boy. Look at you...so pretty in this light...how do you feel right now?"

"Can't...take much more...agh-," he whimpers and moans breathily over and over again. His breathing starts to pick up as his eyes shut again, tears threatening to fall. His chest was moving abnormally from his irregular respiration. The pleasure from your voice to your praise to the fast pacing of your warm, soft palm rubbing him and all the right ways had all the blood in his body rush to his pelvis, causing him to start bucking greedily into your head as he cries out

"Can I cum? Please? Please let me cum!," he curses out in German shortly after begging, turning to with tears falling from his eyes

All you had to do was nod and place a kiss on his lips as he released. Your other hand kept his head in place so he'd moan into your mouth while the other stroked him through his high. The more you made out and moved your hand, the more he kept going. All the pent up emotions he built up on deployment being let out in this very moment. He hasn't felt this alive is so damn long. Too long, in fact. It got so much to the point where he covered his face with both hands!

As he finished up you gradually stopped, pulling away from his lips and resting your forehead on his. You two breathed heavily and just sat there for a bit to relish in this blissful moment

"Thank you...I needed that so badly," he says and kisses your forehead

You wiped his tears with your thumb and chuckled, "I'll go get a rag for my hand and cleaning up"

"No need," he says grabbing your wrist

"What-"

Just like a dog, he licked your hand clean while looking you in the eyes. You could feel him trembling from post excitement on your skin, so you caress is cheek in reaction

"Come on, let's go shower this off," you say standing up out of his grasp

"Ok!," the moment he stands up you're reminded of how humongous this boy is. Especially with his length still swinging in between his legs. He picks you up with zero effort so that you'll straddle him, the whole action taking you by surprise. You traced across the creases in his muscles with your fingers and the scars that decorated them too

"You're better off in my hands, meine liebe" (my love)

The color in the dark living room changed from the light on the tv dimming

"Are you still watching?"

#n3ptoonz #smut #call of duty #cod smut #konig #konig mw2 #konig x reader #konig cod #konig x you #konig call of duty #konig smut #konig imagine

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lulubobatea · 2 years

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ass pats with Nanami, Toji, Sukuna, Choso, Geto, Todo, & Toge

*send tweet*

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If you do write this you definitely can pick and choose characters. writing is supposed to be fun not a job so have fun with this:)

𝐉𝐉𝐊 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐒 + 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. nanami, sukuna, gojo

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞. fluff

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. @tenyaiidasslut

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. Of course! Sending some butty slaps/pats to ya! Really srry it took long, had to do finals first before doing request ( ≧Д≦) but I have delivered to u<3

;sorry if their bad! Did this at 1amish without any brainstorming! (ᗒᗩᗕ) I'll make a part 2 soon so I hope still u enjoy these!

✎ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈.

Nanami would return home, tired af from exorcising curses. Would differently smell the food you were cooking for dinner. "I'm home dear", he spoke as he enters the kitchen.

Closing the led to the pot you turn cheerfully, "hi love!" Walking straight to him you cup his cheeks planting a kiss on top of his forehead before going back to cooking.

Stood their for a good few seconds he snap back to reality and notice the cute apron you were wearing. The tight shorts spreading your ass cheeks, without a second thought the only sound that echo the kitchen room was,

SLAP!

It echo the quiet room. Both stood their in silence before you spoke up. "Nanami..?" Turning to look at him, you could see his ear tips bright pink. Flushing you quickly turn away, covering the blush that covered your cheeks.

"sorry I just-"

"you could have patted it.." your lips pouted, feeling the sting from the slap. 'but then again, it felt good-' you shook your head, stopping the dirty thoughts you were thinking of.

"wait. Your okay with me touching your..butt?" Turning to him, your face give off disbelief. Bruh. "I'm yours! So of course it's okay touching my butt" you spoke, pink dust covering your cheeks.

His hand still touching your butt, he patted them before nuzzling into your neck, whispering a soft "sorry". Giggling you slap his butt, surprising him before rubbing them and patting them to ease the pain. "Payback" you giggled, hearing soft chuckles from Nanami you smiled and dig yourself into his neck.

. . .

"I smell something burning"

"THE FOOD NANAMI!"

✎ 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀.

"(Y/nnnn), come hereee!" Sukuna spoke out loud, calling for you. "Gimmie a second Sukuna! I'm folding some clothes here!" You yell out from a different room.

"I don't give a shit so come here!!" Sighing you got up from the bed and walk to the living room, sitting on the couch was your beloved curse husband.

"I'm here" you spoke, crossing your arms. "Come" was all he you and knowing full will if you were to disobey his orders, will, you wouldn't be able to walk for a good week.

Signing you walked towards him. As you stood their you see his hand reaching and then, SLAP!

He slap your butt! You blinked, too stunned to speak. Seeing your reaction he bursted into laughter. Warping his arms around his stomach as he continue laughing, you pouted.

"this motherfucker. I'll get him back!' you thought, as you left pouting hours passed by.

Seeing him standing and chatting with his curse minions you hid your smug, and quietly tiptoe, readying your hand the little curse minions spoke your name, "miss (y/n)"

The moment their mention your name, quickly you slap his butt before running off laughing. Sukuna, stood their, also stunned by what you did.

Regaining himself his lips turned into a smirk. Chuckling evilly, he caught up to you, grabbing you and throwing you on his shoulders as he slaps your booty again.

"will be having a fun time tonight baby~"

𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎.

Gojo was bored, didn't know what to do. Got his work done, finish preparing yuuji, finish his duties. So what else but to pull a prank on you.

Seeing you cleaning the living room, he smirked and chuckled evilly as he walked towards you. Hearing footsteps you turn around, seeing Gojo walking suspiciously while whistling, you knew Gojo was up to no good.

"what's up love? Need something" you spoke first.

"oh yeah I do~" placing his hands on your waist, you were about to reply before hearing your butt getting spank by Gojo.

SLAP!!

"GOJO YOU LITTLE!!-" Gojo ran as he filled the house with his laughter. Standing their you let out a sigh before small chuckles left your lips.

You've been busy for the past month, and you guess knew that Gojo must've been bored without getting any attention from you. Putting the broom away you chased after you childlike, cute, bf. Ready to return the butty slap he just did to you.

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izukuwus · 10 months

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Boiling Point 2: A Watched Pot - Miguel O'Hara/Reader (NSFW)

First - Next - M.list - Ao3

A/N: yeehaw I didn't forget

Summary: The game is on, and you begin your very important training.

Warnings: masturbation, strong language

Word count: ~3400 words

It is the evening you have decided to re-train your discipline, with or without a dominant partner, and you need to figure out what the fuck you're thinking.

I mean, sure, it's perfectly fine to tell yourself that you'll get your discipline back and posture in the general direction of the source of your recent car crash into hornytown, but you do need to ask yourself what any of that actually means. Yeah, you were disciplined before. If the guy you were with told you not to touch yourself, you didn't touch yourself. But you had no problems doing that because—and this part is key—you really didn't feel like it all that much.

So, really, the issue was never that you were disciplined and now you're not, it's that you never needed to be disciplined before and now you don't know what the fuck to do with yourself.

The obvious answer is this: set ground rules. Set some sort of challenge for yourself so that you know where to begin and what to do to train yourself so you stop wrecking your shit and doing stupid things, like overheating your entire vibrator collection and letting some totally original asswipe of a villain punch you through a wall just to feel something.

So you sit down with a pen and a notebook and you brainstorm until you come away with a list of restrictions and a purpose. You debate on keeping the list itself with you, as a reminder, and eventually decide that, no, you’ll write it up on your whiteboard. A nice little reminder. You need to be able to see what you’re doing, after all. Wouldn’t very well do if you forgot, would it?

When it’s written up, you step back and give it a glance-over, nodding to yourself in satisfaction.

Estimated delivery date for new toy: ??? end of next week? The site said 7-10 days from date of shipping, but it doesn’t ship immediately. We’ll go two weeks from today’s date to be safe.

- no orgasms until the new vibe arrives

- touching, playing, thinking, etc. allowed IF not to completion

- you do NOT need a dom to discipline you. literally just stop being so fucking horny.

- suffer.

For good measure, you add a line a few inches down and sign your name in big, flourishing swoops, as though that's sealing a contract with yourself. Stupid, there's no witnesses. This would never hold up in a court of law.

...actually, the exhibitionist in you kind of wants to know how that would work out.

Besides, from time to time you like to think that the spider that made you is carried with you. She's done enough for you, anyway. Probably definitely died by now. You don't think spiders live that long. Either way, she’s your witness.

So you cap your dry erase marker and close up your notebook and neatly slide it back into its place on your bookshelf. Luckily, you don't ever have people over, so it's not like anyone will be seeing your totally innocent contract. Maybe you should have worded it in such a way that you can spin a different web about it, just in case.

...nah. You'll leave it just like that. When you get your toy and emerge triumphant from two weeks of self-imposed orgasm denial knowing that you do NOT need any extra discipline, thank you very much Mister Miguel O'Hara, middle manager of worlds, you'll take it down and put some over-inspiring quote up in its place or something.

You scroll down the tab opened to a new toy shop you're trying out, seeing as your previous go-to sold you a nearly two hundred dollar vibrator that barely made it through one rough month with you (you should really follow up with them on a refund or a replacement or something, actually) and take your pick of their wares. Maybe this site will have vibrators that aren't made for weak vanilla bitches who only need to cum once to the thought of their boss before they're satisfied. Couldn't be you.

Hey, maybe you'll call in sick to work and have a marathon once you've kicked this challenge's ass!

...nah. Better not. Miguel would catch word that you're off work and somehow find an anomaly to sic you on. Not to mention, you’d probably fucking break the new one again at that rate.

Once you've placed your order, you update the contract with estimated delivery dates, and settle in for a nice night in.

Let the games begin.

It is day one of your new lease on your sex life, and this shit's easy.

Who ever thought this would be difficult? Just don't masturbate. Do something else instead. Scroll social media or something. Wham, bam, thank you ma'am, you're so fucking disciplined it's unreal. Who needs to prove anything to anyone? You certainly don't.

This morning, you took out the trash and said farewell to the final remnants of your last toy lost to Miguel O'Hara's unfair physiology. You went to work, did your job perfectly fine, and went out to patrol the streets. When you returned, you returned to find that the garbage pickers had come and taken the bags away. Good riddance.

(You didn't hear this from me, but you only checked your email twice today for a shipping confirmation from the shop. You're so fucking good at this.)

It is day two of enacting a contract with yourself to be more disciplined and less horny, and your toy still has not shipped.

I mean, it's not really a big deal. You've got shit to do and all. It's now the weekend, but crime doesn't actually stop regardless of when you clock in and out of work, a fact which you're honestly very happy with. I mean, imagine if you never got to close down shop for an hour while someone beat the shit out of some comic book wannabe in the streets outside your office? Unsustainable, to say the least. And sometimes, you get to go beat someone up directly after a really obnoxious phone call, and honestly? That may be the only reason you haven't been fired yet.

So, you spend the morning chilling out, get lunch, and just as you've finished getting ready to head out for a neat little patrol, someone drawn in a suspiciously out-of-place art style launches past your window.

Perfectly punctual! This is great! You slide out your fire escape and give chase, launching yourself anomaly-ways with a hoot. It's only after you're already face-to-face with the guy that you think to let someone know what's up, but then you're being launched backwards so you don't really have the chance. Dammit.

Anyways, you've got this, so you really just need Miguel to take him back once you've kicked his ass, and—

Oh, speak of the devil. There he is launching through a portal directly at the guy, and there's you following up to join him.

It's practically a dance by now—you swing to catch up, use a web to pull this abstract motherfucker up and prevent him from causing issues with traffic. It takes precious little time to deal with him, and once he's sent back, you resign yourself to being dragged back to HQ to report in and probably hear something about how you should have called HQ to let them know about the anomaly.

"Did you plan on calling in the anomaly, or were you just going to try to handle everything yourself?" Miguel asks you the second the problem is dealt with.

Fucking called it.

"I literally had my hand on my wristband when you showed up."

"I didn't see it." He shrugs.

You can't help but roll your eyes. Part of you wants to be a brat. You gently remind yourself that being a brat only works if you're actually with a brat tamer, and you have no confirmation that Miguel would. You know, as if you had a chance with him anyway. He's married to his screens. (It’s a really good setup, so you don’t blame him.) "I did, though. He just kind of showed up outside my apartment, so I followed. Best to reduce collateral first, right?"

He sighs. He does that around you a lot. "Right."

See, this shit's easy. He's right in front of you, and you're telling him about the two minutes you had with the villain before he showed up, and your mind is on the topic at hand. You are present, and you are disciplined. You took no stupid hits during that fight. You're fucking fantastic.

...he's really pretty, though. Effortlessly, even. You think it’s the way he carries himself.

"So, hey, I already ate, but do you want me to bring you something to eat? I know that was like, more sunlight than you've gotten in the past month."

He raises an eyebrow at you. He does that around you a lot. "I do eat on occasion, you know."

"I do know! That's why I'm offering to bring you something. You're busy a lot and should probably eat more than you do."

"I'm fine," he says finally.

You quirk a little smile and turn to leave. "Fine, fine. I'll surprise you, then. See you in a few! Thanks for the assist!"

Okay, so maybe bringing him food is, among other things, an excuse to leave the room right now immediately and also a reason to come back, once you've wound down from the adrenaline of the fight.

But, consider this: shut up.

You return with a box of food for him, quietly leave it on his desk just out of his immediate line of sight, and sneak out of the room before he can tell you no.

When you're home, you decide that you owe it to yourself to chill out a little more. You did good! You got the guy! You did a nice thing for the very attractive person at HQ! Your mind only wandered a little! You didn't even let your voice kink take over your brain when he spoke to you!

So, you scroll mindlessly. A nice, restorative pastime that only has positive effects on your mental health.

And goddammit, your mutual put porn on your dash again.

You sigh, you stare at it too long, and you try to keep your mind off it. You really, really do.

It is day four of the contract, and your new vibrator has finally shipped.

Great, too, because it was definitely not starting to get difficult. You usually hang around HQ on Sundays, if nothing's going on in your own dimension. You like being helpful, so you keep yourself on standby.

Standby is a nice thing to be on. You get to hang out with other Spiders, learn from the others at HQ. Sometimes they've got cool tricks to show you, or you run into less experienced Spiders and get to teach them something fucked up they can do with their webs. Rarely, Miguel actually leaves his little Spider-cave for food or to track someone down. More rarely, you actually catch glimpses of him when he does, which is how you find yourself chilling out with one of your favored Peters and pretending like you're not looking at his ass.

What? It's a nice ass.

...you wonder what he'd do if you just grabbed his ass one day. You're kind of tempted to try.

(Probably have to punish you. Probably growl a little bit. Probably bend you over and—)

Anyway, this shit's easy. Looking at a hot guy's ass does not break your rules, so you let yourself peek when he walks by and play it off when you get called out on it by a teasing Peter. I mean, it doesn't exactly work, but at least playing it off looks better than openly staring at your collective boss's ass and not even pretending you weren't.

Keep telling yourself that, anyway.

It is day five of your quest to be more horny and less disciplined, and—wait, that's not right.

It is day five of your quest to be more disciplined and less horny, and your dreaming brain has fucking betrayed you.

You dreamed that you actually grabbed his ass. You dreamed that he turned on you.

You dreamed of Miguel taking you back to his cave with him, and demanding answers for your behavior, and you dreamed of pushing him over the edge until he yanked you over with a well-placed web and spanked you back into your place. You’re not usually that into spanking, but that did not stop you from waking up with a damp heat between your legs and the urge to do something about it. You indulged yourself, in the time it took you to wake up, and then, by the time you were really conscious, you had to rip your hand out of your sleep shorts, lest you prove Miguel right. And you’ll be fucked if you ever prove Miguel right.

…wait.

Okay, so look. You stopped. You didn’t cum. You’re doing a good job. You wash your hands, get ready for work, carefully adjust your suit underneath your work clothes, and get through the day.

It is day seven of this bullshit, and you are starting to get tired of this story format.

More than that, you’re tired of this story. You tried to distract yourself with reading, only all your books are about vampires, so that only got you thinking even more because the POV character got bit by a vampire and it was so well-described and so horny and you’re very horny and moderately-described now.

You get called in, because of course you do, and you see his stupid face, because of course you do, and you’re desperately torn between pissing him off to get him to flash his fangs your way and being relieved that he’s not angry enough to speak clearly.

You are decidedly not relieved. The knowledge that they are there is enough, and you have every intent to hump your pillow when you get home like some fucking teenager, knowing damn well that it’s never enough for you.

Sleep-deprived, and you move to leave, but no, it never works that way, does it?

“[name]. A moment.”

Fuck.

You dally a bit with a sigh. “You’ve got to have better things to do with your time than badger me for details I already gave you.”

“You’re going to be off for the next few days.”

That’s worse, actually. Your hackles raise on instinct, and you turn to glare at him. “What? No! I’ve been doing a good job, haven’t I?”

You hate the stern way he looks at you. He’s an enigma, one you’re still trying to learn when you’re not too busy being infatuated with him on every other front. It’s difficult to tell what’s stern and what’s just his beautiful resting bitch face, but you’re leaning more towards stern. “You’re doing too good. It’s concerning.”

You are floored. You are aghast. You are fucking flabbergasted.

“You told me to be more disciplined?”

“Is this discipline?”

He’s hard to piss off. Not for anyone else—he has firm opinions and knows what’s best, and you never really want to piss him off for any reason beyond seeing him go a little feral at you, so you take extra care to actually just listen to him, aside from the small quips and quibbles of the day-to-day. Right now, though, you want to piss him off. You are vibrating with horny energy and affronted energy and genuinely just Energy, so with your fists clenched, you turn up your nose at him. "I don't know, you tell me." Okay, that's good. It's mildly flirty. You are winning at Being a Brat.

"I'm sure you do know. Discipline is not what I would call throwing a fit at being ordered to take care of yourself. It's definitely not stomping your feet at being told no."

"I am taking care of myself! I am balancing work, sleep, eating regularly, bouncing around the multiverse and my own dimension, and I'm not even complaining about anything!"

"You are actively complaining. To me. Right now."

"Because I don't understand why you're punishing me for doing a good job!"

"Trust me, you don't want to know what an actual punishment would look like from me."

Oh.

You quite do, actually.

You are grateful for the dim lighting Miguel keeps, grateful that he's not likely to notice the sudden flush to your cheeks. If he does, he's more likely to take it as anger, anyhow.

"Go home. Get some rest. It's obvious you haven't been sleeping enough."

"T-that is really rich, coming from you!"

"And just what is that supposed to mean?"

"I mean that the only proof I have that you ever eat or leave this room is sometimes I bring you food and it gets eaten. You take care of yourself, and I'll gladly take care of myself."

"Are you trying to strike up a deal with me?"

"Is it working?"

"No."

You hum, feeling the thrill of gaining ground. He's turned away from you, proving that you're right.

"Look, Miguel, we'll both get dinner and get some sleep, and tomorrow morning, the multiverse will still be here, intact, because you are not the only person who can handle yourself and I am not the only person who can handle mine, and—"

"If you would please shut up, I will go eat food."

"Good."

He scoffs. "Already blowing it."

Infuriated, you open your mouth in retort, then slam it shut. You turn, and you leave, and try not to let his voice echo around inside your empty head like a Windows screensaver.

Miguel's voice echoes around inside your empty head like a Windows screensaver, because Miguel’s voice does not care what you are or are not trying to do for your sanity. Every time it hits a corner, you switch between scrolling your phone in frustration, fingering yourself in frustration, and refreshing your package tracker in frustration. Nothing moves or changes, and you are still thinking about his threats to punish you, still thinking about whether he's actually getting good rest, still considering the idea that maybe as part of his you-mandated self care routine tonight, he has gotten food, gone to wherever his bedroom is (likely somewhere hidden in the depths of HQ), and also resorted to lazy masturbation.

You know better to do more than dream, though, so you are stuck with the knowledge that he is not, that, knowing him, he probably waited for you to leave HQ and immediately turned back around to go back to his comfortable dark room, his comfortable monitors, and his comfortable total lack of self-care.

Still, a Spider can dream, and right now, you are dreaming of his cock.

You are rubbing small, slow circles into your clit, two-fingered, and you imagine what he must look like. Healthy fantasies dictate that he's probably only a little above average, so that's what you try to imagine when you think of what he must look like fisting his cock. Your mind conjures the sound of him groaning quietly into a too-large room, the sight of his face, flush with desire that only darkens his handsome features.

It is only a daydream in spite of the late hour, and your imagination can only wander so far, but you allow yourself to think of his fangs flashing as he sighs into the motion, allow yourself to speed up a bit as you imagine him doing the same. He'd be thick, he'd work himself up to an inadvisable pace that you can barely match. He rarely cares for himself, and you imagine that'd translate well—not to desperation, but to desire that bleeds into demand.

It is, after all, quite difficult to tell when a request is an order when it comes to him.

Your body sings as you get close, and then you open your eyes just a little bit, and you see it. The fucking whiteboard.

Mournful, you yank your hand away and slam your face into your pillow.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

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tortoisebore · 10 months

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okay hear me out remus and sirius at IKEA pretending every room is their house and pretend making food it’d be so chaotic

SO TRUEEEEE SO TRUE

omfg imagine

they go in the first time to grab a kitchen table after they move apartments bc the one sirius found on the side of the road two years ago finally broke during the move across the city. so their apartment is still full of boxes and they venture out early one morning and before they go in remus puts his hands on sirius’ shoulders and makes him look at him and he goes “we are here for ONE THING. we are here for a TABLE. nothing else.” and he makes sirius audibly confirm that yes, they are there for only a table and they’re going to get in and get out and that’s it, no dilly dallying. because he’s been to an ikea before but sirius hasn’t and he knows what’s about to happen so he assigns himself as their supervisor for the trip

but then six hours later they’re calling an uber XL to the front of the ikea and they’re standing there with a box that supposedly contains their new table and another one that contains a bookshelf and four of those big blue tarp ikea bags and two lamps and they’re both just standing there on the curb like ‘🧍……..,what the hell just happened’

so they set up their new place over the next few months and they make it all cozy and warm and sirius’ records are all over the living room and remus’ books have migrated from his new bookshelf in their bedroom and they’re taking over every corner of the place, like they’re practically sentient.

so one random weeknight they’re having takeout on the couch and sirius is looking around like 🧐 and he goes ‘u know…..,you could use another bookshelf.’ and remus is all ‘lmfao yeah, i know’ and sirius is like ‘………we could…..we could go to ikea………’ and remus goes ‘😐………………yes’

so then the next saturday they’re back and they’re having another pep talk outside and they’re both going ‘we’re here for a bookshelf we’re here for a bookshelf we’re here for a bookshelf’ and people are passing them and staring at them bc they’re chanting it louder and louder like they’re casting a fucking spell on the place

and they get inside and they do really really good for a while and they’ve almost made it to the storage section where they found remus’ first bookshelf last time when they stumble upon all these showrooms??? and they both stop in their tracks and they’re going 😧😦😲🤯😮😯 and then all hell breaks loose

they leave that time with four more tarp ikea bags of random shit, like a planter shaped like a marble statue even though they don’t have any plants, and a set of stainless steel mixing bowls even though they have absolutely no need for fucking mixing bowls, and a toothbrush holder (because the other week remus opened the drawer in their bathroom to see their toothbrushes touching and he had a meltdown about germs while sirius loudly explained that they very regularly have their mouths on every part of each other’s body) and two more bookshelves for remus and a vinyl organizer for sirius and a new little stand for his record player that’ll go nice next to the window in the living room

so they’re good on furniture for a while but now they go to ikea for entertainment purposes because the showroomssssssss

they’ll brainstorm a new backstory every time they go—sometimes they’re newlyweds looking to furnish their first home just outside the city, other times they’re roommates with extreme levels of sexual tension that haven’t admitted they’re in love with each other yet, and a couple of times they’ve roleplayed as a very picky and argumentative elderly couple that can’t agree on curtains

one saturday afternoon they’re in this living room setup with all these floor-to-ceiling dark gray glass cabinets and a sleek steel electric fireplace and a bunch of orange-tinted lamps. and sirius is lounging in the gray tweed chair in the corner and remus is opening the cabinets and testing the soft-shut hinges, and sirius goes ‘i don’t think your brother will like the couch.’ and remus doesn’t have a brother but he sighs all big and goes ‘it doesn’t matter if my brother likes the couch, sirius, it’s our couch.’ and sirius is all ‘yeah but i don’t want to hear all his yapping about structure and lumbar support and shit when they come for christmas—‘ and remus drags a hand down his face and he’s all ‘baby, can you at least pretend that you don’t hate him for two seconds while we get a fucking couch—“ and sirius stands up and huffs and stomps his foot and goes ‘it was never about the couch!!!! this is about you taking my side for once!!!!!’ and everyone in the vicinity is eavesdropping because this is some juicy relationship drama to be happening in the home section of this ikea right now

and another time they’re in this bedroom setup with a big light birch wood wardrobe covering the entire wall. and it lights up when you open the doors and there’s shelves for shoes and drawers and a fucking jewelry drawer?? in it and sirius is like ‘you need this in your room, remus.’ and remus goes ‘i do not. this would not even come close to fitting in my room,’ and sirius is all ‘it absolutely would, i know exactly how big your room is and this would fit great on the wall across from the window, you need more shit in there anyway, it’s sad and empty.’ and remus leans against the wardrobe door next to the one sirius has open and he’s all ‘how do you know what fits in my room, huh?’ and sirius blushes a bit and he backtracks and he’s all ‘no i mean i just think it would fit. like i think it would look good. our rooms are close to the same size and and and—‘ and remus is crossing his arms and getting up in his space going all ‘it is kind of empty, huh? maybe you should do something about that?’ and sirius is all ‘😳 like what….?’ and remus shrugs and goes ‘maybe i should just let you do it. put shit on the walls and all that. you know, make it nice.’ and sirius is shutting the doors and crossing his own arms and leaning against the wood to size him up and he goes ‘you want me to make your room nice for you?’ and remus goes ‘mhm yes yeah i do,’ and sirius is all ‘why don’t i just put a giant picture of me on your wall, that’d spruce the place up, right?’ and remus is biting his lip and going ‘mmmm that might not work actually, what if i bring someone home? what would they think?’ and sirius laughs really loud and rolls his eyes and goes ‘yeah rightttt you haven’t pulled anyone in months, remus—’ and then remus is crowding him up against the door and going ‘keeping tabs on me, huh?’ and then they’re getting chastised by security for making out in the fake ikea shower attached to the bedroom with the giant wardrobe

and one friday night when they don’t feel like going out they wander around the home section and fight about curtains. like sirius is all ‘i can’t watch my shows in the evening with the sun coming through that damn window remus, we need curtains.’ and remus is all ‘well fucking excuse me for enjoying some natural light every once in a while’ and they bicker about what color to choose for the rod because the beige matches the walls and will blend in nicely but the black matches the legs on their dining table chairs and eventually remus goes ‘holy fuck sirius just get the beige jesus christ it never ends—‘ and sirius scoffs and goes ‘all you do is complain, it’s like listening to a toddler—‘ and then they’re going home with and getting wine drunk on this pinot noir remus bought the other week and trying to hang up the pretty new sheers in the living room and sirius nearly cracks his skull open and has to be caught out of mid-air by a very tipsy and clumsy remus while trying to hang them up standing on a chair and they’re both laughing so hard they’re crying

sometimes they spend the whole trip in the fake kitchens pretending they’re at their vacation home in the south of france where sirius spent summers as a kid and sirius will bumble about the kitchen and send remus to the attached living room to finally fix that squeaky hinge on the tv stand. and they actually do quite a lot of shopping in the kitchens so they have to be careful about spending too much time in there, because sirius loves all the little gadgets and spice racks and electric can openers and display jars because ever since they got those mixing bowls he’s been dabbling in baking and their kitchen has gotten more action in the last six months than it probably ever has but remus always makes sure to stop by the grocery store and grab another bag of flour when sirius texts and asks for one, even when he’s had an annoying day and just wants to go home, because sirius likes to keep his hands busy and remus loves coming home and finding him making a giant sticky mess on the counters

they’re in this green kitchen one day and it has a big huge rack above the island for pots and pans to hang off of. and sirius breaks character and goes all starry eyed and remus immediately knows where this is going when he turns to him with big eyes and goes ‘look at it!!! 😲😲’ and remus is like ‘it is very cool but it’s like six hundred fucking—‘ and sirius is moving around the room looking at it from all angles like ‘oh but imagine how great it would look, we could put your stainless steel pans up there, they’d look so nice!!!’ and then remus is going to talk him down and immediately almost cracking his head on the corner of the giant rack. and he goes ‘look, see, i’m too tall for it, i’d break my head open the first week we had it in there—‘ and then sirius is pouting, shuffling up close and wrapping his arms around remus’ middle and looking up at him with his chin on his sternum and he’s the living embodiment of 🥺🥺🥺

so remus spends the next weekend supervising while sirius installs anchors in their ceiling and hangs the rack above the tiny island in their kitchen because he’s a saint and he’s too in love for his own good

#u ask tortoise answers #anon #IKEA RANT #tortoise writes a novel ab an ask for no reason #last month i was staying in hammersmith for a week and we stopped at the ikea every night in the way home #just browsed around #i devoured every inch of that ikea #‘tortoise we want to go home we’re tired please’#‘hang on u guys have got to see this fuckin cabinet i found’#almost bought a couch & then remembered i don’t live in london #the closest ikea to me is fuckin d*llas god help me #day trip to d*llas just to wander around ikea

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softsnzstuff · 4 months

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A Week With the Munsons

Based on my post:

Wayne gets the flu, followed very shortly by Eddie. Steve has been coming over to keep them company until he gets sick too.

Word Count: 1.6k | Canon - set in 1986

Eddie would be the first person to tell you that Wayne Munson is always on his feet working on something or helping someone. Eddie will ALSO be the first one to worry should there come a day that Wayne isn’t up and about, covered in oil or dirt.

The 21 year old shut off the kitchen sink with his forearm, tossing the towel over the shoulder of his Hellfire shirt as he carried in a plate of toast, black coffee, and some Asprin with both hands.

“How you feeling, old man?”

He phrased the question as a casual tease, but deep down, he was really worried.

“I’ll tell ya Ed,” he coughed chestily, “I haven’t had a flu this bad since 1963.”

Eddie frowned, setting the food down on the side table.

He’d noticed his uncle seemed more tired than usual since the beginning of the week - chalked it up to long hours and not enough sleep. But now Wayne was laid up on the pullout and had called out of work for the second day in a row after having been sent home early two days ago.

“That’s no good. I’m sorry.”

Wayne coughed again, “What’s no good is you spending all your time looking after me. I can take care of myself.”

There was no heat behind the words, if anything, it was sympathy.

“I know you can.” Eddie started, “But I’m here to take care of you so you’re stuck with me!”

He faked an evil laugh, and retreated to the small table by the phone. His DND binder was out and he was planning for the next campaign.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

A few hours had passed and Wayne was snoring on the pullout. The campaign was sort of coming together, but after awhile, Eddie’s brain got foggy and it was hard to think of new ways to advance the plot.

There was a light knock at the door. Someone who wanted to let their presence known but also didn’t want to disturb. Steve. He’s been coming over the past day or two to keep Eddie company and help with the campaign brainstorming.

Eddie stood up, having to pause for a moment to stabilize himself. He answered the door while rubbing at his eyes.

“Hey- are you okay?” Steve asked, voice hushed.

“Yeah, just… got up too fast.” Eddie groaned, sniffling. “Come in.”

The younger man followed his partner inside the trailer, taking note of Wayne sleeping in the living room. “Came by to see if you needed help with your campaign.”

Eddie waved a hand dismissively in the air. “Started working on it but wasn’t feeling it right now. Thanks for coming.” He smiled, kissing Steve on the lips.

The pair made their way to the metalhead’s room where Steve perched on the edge of Eddie’s bed.

“So how’s Wayne?”

“Ehh, he hasn’t gotten any worse but it’s super weird to see him down for this long.” Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose, “I mean you know him. He’s usually so…? Active n shit.. hhh H’xCHT! G’tSCH! N’xxT!”

Eddie rocked forward with each stifle, trying not to wake his uncle in the next room.

“Bless you!” Steve exclaimed.

“Ngh. Thanks.” The older man sniffled wetly against the back of his hand, a barely noticeable shiver rattling through his body. “S’cold.”

Eddie opened his small closet and grabbed a black hoodie, pulling it over his head. The newly developed tickle in his nose was not going away.

He grabbed the collar of the sweatshirt with both hands and ducked down inside, trying to muffle the sound. “Ptssch! M’ptCHh! … h’kTSCHiew!”

When he looked back up, Steve was now standing in front of him, looking concerned.

Steve gently reached a hand up, resting it on his boyfriends forehead behind the bangs. “You don’t sound too hot, Eds, are you catching this flu?”

Eddie sniffled helplessly into the sleeve of his jacket, “N’do.”

Steve cocked his head and raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Yes??” Eddie asked, looking at Steve for the verdict.

Feeling the warmth radiating off of his partner, Steve nodded, frowning.

“Fuck. I thought I was just tired.” Eddie scrubbed at his face.

“Let’s go take a nap then babe.” Steve’s voice was so soft and tempting.

“That’s so boring for you though. You can go home, I’d understand.”

“And leave you and Wayne here sick? No chance. I’ll just put something on the tv with the volume real low.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Steve is relaxing on the couch with the living room tv on a super low volume. His arm is around Eddie, who has curled into the smallest ball on Steve’s lap with a blanket over him and a box of tissues tucked under his arm.

It’s probably about 4pm when Wayne blinks himself awake, groaning slightly as he props himself up on the pullout.

“Hey Mr.Munson.” Steve waves from the couch.

“You can call me Wayne, kiddo. What’re you watching?”

Steve grins, “Ferris Bueller. Wanna join?”

“Sure.”

Wayne sits all the way up and sips at his glass of water from the table when he really notices Eddie. His nephew’s lips are slightly parted, a familiar congested snore escaping them. He takes note of the tissue box under his arm and the fever flush dusted across his cheeks.

“Aw crap.” He sighs, feeling guilty. “Eddie too?”

Steve nods, “He went down pretty quick. How are you feeling?”

The eldest Munson shrugs, “Been better. Been worse. I feel like I should get him to bed.”

Wayne nods towards Eddie, uncle instincts kicking in. “I’m sure he’s like a personal heater over there.”

Steve chuckles and nods. His boyfriend is absolutely throwing off heat waves right now.

The brunette rubs his partner’s arm and leans down to speak softly. “Hey buddy, let’s get you into your own bed, hmm?”

Eddie shifted slightly, letting out a small groan that turned into a cough.

“Come on son, if you go lay down I’ll make you some jello water.” Wayne stood up and was now hovering over his nephew, trying to encourage some movement.

Eddie opened his eyes, only half there, slowly getting up with the blanket still draped around him. Steve guided him down the short hallway to the bedroom where he flopped onto the bed and resumed his curled position.

“I’ll be back in a second.” Steve said softly before joining Wayne at the stovetop where he was boiling some water.

“When Eddie was little,” Wayne started as he stirred the water, “I’d make him jello water when he got sick. S’basically just jello that ain’t solid yet. Tastes like candy but keeps him hydrated. Told him it would make him feel better and I think he still believes it.”

Steve smiled as Wayne coughed into his shoulder before adding the jello pack and some cold water.

“So that’s the trick then, huh?” Steve laughed. “My parents used to just stick me in a cold shower and then send me out to school.”

The man tried to hide the sadness behind his eyes. “Well next time you’re sick I’ll make you some jello water too. And you can try some now as well!”

He spooned a little into two plastic cups that had probably been there since Eddie was a child.

Steve grabbed two to head into Eddie’s room, “Thanks Wayne.”

The man nodded, retreating back to the pullout. When Steve got to the bedroom, Eddie was sat up blowing his nose.

“H’etCHuhew!! snrkk” he tossed the practically soaked tissue to the side and grabbed a fresh one. “This is awful. Is that m’by jello water?”

“Yeah,” Steve handed a cup over and Eddie downed it, lying back down.

Steve drank his too and crawled under the covers, where Eddie immediately wrapped himself around Steve. He looked up at the younger man, “I love you. Thanks for staying with m’be even though we’re all gross.”

“Lucky for you, you’re still adorable.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~

Wayne awoke the next morning to the sound of some clamoring in the kitchen and some coughing.

He peeked over at the clock - 9:47am. Despite it being late in the morning, the trailer was dark and quiet - the sure fire way to tell that the Munsons were sick.

“Alright there Ed?” Wayne sat up, ready to go take care of whatever his nephew was doing. Upon looking though, he realized it wasn’t Eddie. “Steve?”

The 20 year old looked up, he was pale with a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Hair sticking up in every direction. He coughed again into his elbow.

“I’m sorry, I was getting some water. I didn’t mean to wake you.” He was clearly flustered.

“You okay bud? You seem out of it.” Wayne approached slowly.

“Yeah I’m fine. Umm I actually think I’m sick, I was gonna head home…”

“No no no,” now it was Steve’s turn to have his forehead felt, “You’re in no condition to drive. You’ll stay with us and I’ll take care of you boys. I’m feeling a little better today.”

“But…”

“No buts. You’re one of us. Get back in bed and I’ll make you both some jello water.”

#s/tranger t/hings #e/ddie m/unson #s/teve h/arrington #w/ayne m/unson is the best #t/he m/unsons #snzblr #sickfic #kb writes #steddiesnz #snz kink

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a mastermind [1]

ryan mcmahon x reader

faceclaim:phoebe bridgers

authors note: k so this is kinda an all over the place fic but I had a lot of fun making it so ENJOY! @orangeinecstasy a fellow ryan appreciator, thanks for the brainstorming 🫡

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My protector (Rúben Dias x Reader)

Word count: 2755

**Little fluff imagine we brainstormed one day. Enjoy it ❤️**

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"And basically, I have to continue with the exercises for a couple of weeks and the foot will be healed", I tell my boyfriend who called me right after I left the doctor's office for my daily rehab session after my injury.

"Almost there, then. I swear your injury has felt eternal. Even worse than one of mine", he laughs.

"That's your overprotective nature. And…what's going on?"

"What happened?"

When I make my way into the building where I live, I see builders working there. They weren't here when I left and no one informed us of any future work that needed to be done.

"Eh…there are builders in the building. I'll see why they are here and call you later, ok?"

"Sure. Let me know if you need anything before my match".

"I will".

My worst fear seems to come true when I notice the builders are working on the lift.

"Excuse me? Is there something wrong with the lift?"

"Yes, ma'am. We were called because someone got stuck in it and found there were quite a few things that weren't working well. So we need to repair it urgently. If someone uses it, there could be an accident".

"Well, it's good you saw the problem before that happened. How long will it take you to fix it?"

"Around two weeks?", he says.

"Oh…that's a lot", I say, realising then these men are just doing their best and don't need my negativity. "Thanks for fixing it. I…I'll get the stairs, I guess".

"Sorry about that".

By the time I get to my floor, which is the 9th floor, I'm almost in tears. My foot hurts so much.

I lay down on the sofa, trying to will the pain to go away. But two weeks of this? All the work done to heal my injury will be gone. I'll probably injure the foot more.

My phone starts ringing and I see it's Rúben.

"Hey", I say, trying not to sound like someone who is about to cry.

"Hi! What were the builders doing then?"

"They…", but I can't continue without little sobs coming out of me.

"What's wrong?", I can hear the concern in Rúben's voice. "Did any of them do anything to you?"

"No. They were really polite but…I'm not going to be able to use the lift for two whole weeks, Rúben. My foot hurts so much from walking up the stairs".

Now I'm full-on crying.

"Don't cry, please. Not while I'm not there to comfort you. There is a very easy solution to that".

"Which is?"

"Move in with me while the builders are there".

"You sure?"

"More than sure", he laughs. "Get everything ready. I'll pick you up after training".

A couple of hours later I’m feeling a lot better. The foot doesn’t hurt anymore and I’ve been able to walk around the apartment to collect my things. When my doorbell rings, I know it’s Rúben so I slowly make my way to the door.

“Hi”, I say, hugging him before he can even walk inside the house.

“Feeling better?”, he asks, kissing the top of my head.

“Yes. I’m not in pain anymore and knowing I won’t have to go up and down the stairs for the next few weeks cheered me up”.

“And you get to spend a lot more time with me”, he says, kissing my nose.

“Yeah, that’s the bad part but you have a few away matches. I’ll be able to rest then”.

“Hilarious”.

I move away from him, still laughing, and grab my bag.

“It’s all ready. Do you want to have something to drink before we go?”

“No, I’m good. Give me the bag”.

“Rúben”, we always have the same arguments, he won’t let me carry anything bigger than my handbag. “It’s not that heavy. I can carry it”.

“It’d be uncomfortable while we go down the stairs”.

“How?”

“Because I’ll carry you. It’s easier if it’s on my back and not yours”.

“You’re not carrying me down the stairs”.

“Of course I am, you’re injured”, he says, looking at me as if that was the only reasonable way to do things.

“But I can walk down the stairs. It’s fine”.

He walks towards me and grabs my face gently.

“You were crying before because of how much your foot hurt. I’m not going to let you do something that’ll make you cry because of the pain when there is an easy way to avoid it”.

“But, what if you injure yourself?”, I say, trying to find an excuse.

“Come on, I lift weights that are heavier than you. I’ll be fine”.

“No you don’t…”, but then I see the look he’s giving me. “Well, you’re a freak”.

He shakes his head, laughing. And when we get to the door, he lifts me in his arms as if I weighed nothing and we go down the stairs.

On our way to the doorway, we found several of my neighbours going up and down the stairs. Obviously, the lift doesn’t work for any of them either.

“This is so embarrassing”, I tell Rúben after one of the ladies from the 3rd floor spends almost five minutes telling him what a gentleman he is and touching his arms.

“Not for me”.

After what feels like an eternity, we get to the doorway level and he puts me down.

“Thank you”.

“Any time. You’re much nicer to hold than the weights”, he jokes, kissing my forehead.

“You know, I read once about forehead kisses and what they meant”.

“Yeah?”, he asks, his tone curious. “What do they mean? I do it without even noticing”.

“There are different theories but my favourite one is that we give those kisses to those we want to protect. Sounds a lot like you”.

“It does. And I do want to protect you. I hate knowing that I can’t always do it”.

“Well, you’re doing a great job anyways”.

We go to the car and then I get an idea.

"I'm going to Google forehead kisses to see which meaning you like best".

"I already liked the protection one but go ahead".

I search through different articles until I find one I like.

"Look", I start, "this says that kissing on the forehead denotes affection, adoration, and care for the person".

"Do you want me to tell you that I adore you?", he laughs. "A bit too corny".

"I think it's cute".

"Well", says Rúben, turning to grab my hand and kissing it since we are at a red light, "I do adore you".

"Now you are going to make me look up hand kisses".

He just keeps on laughing and starts driving again.

"Oh my God! I love this part".

"Read it".

"When a man feels protective about the person he is in love with, he tries to express it in several ways. One of the ways is to place a kiss on their forehead. So, if you see that your partner is placing his arms around you to give you a hug followed by a forehead kiss, know that he wants to protect you from the worries of the world. He wants you to feel safe and secure in his arms and enjoy being there, keeping worries at bay".

"Wow".

"That's literally you", I say. "My protector".

Now I'm the one looking at him like I adore him.

Living with Rúben is…interesting. All the times I’ve stayed at his place, he was focused on being present for me, so he made small changes to his routine. Now I get to see it all…and I’ve never felt so lazy in my life.

“Do you really need to go to a yoga class now?”, I ask when we finish dinner.

“I don’t have to but it’s nice. Stretching is important. Do you want to come?”

“I can’t really do yoga right now”.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just keep me company”, he says, leaning down to hug my shoulders and to put his head on one of them. “Pleaaaaase”.

“Aren’t you tired of me?”, I laugh.

“Never!”

So we go to the class. His teacher welcomes me with a big hug and makes a big fuss about me coming back once I'm fit.

"He won't shut up about you", she says, "it's so nice to find out you actually exist".

I laugh at her words. "I do exist, yeah. But only believe the good things he says".

"As if he would say something bad about you", she shakes her head. "You sure you can't do any of the moves?"

"No, it's ok. I'm really tired from the rehab session I had this morning anyways".

"You can change your mind later if you want".

But I don't. I just sit down and enjoy the view. And take some photos too. Who can blame me?

Back home, I need to do a couple more exercises for my foot before bed and Rúben decides to join me.

“Actually, I did that one when I injured my foot years ago”, he says, while trying to replicate my moves.

“I love seeing we have so much in common”, I joke. “Ok, one more and then I can reward myself with some tea and biscuits”.

“What do you say about having your tea and biscuits while you’re taking a relaxing bath”.

“I say I love the way you think”.

“I’ll start running it while you get the food and drink ready”.

I stare at Rúben’s figure while he walks to the bathroom. Saying he’s been spoiling me would be an understatement. I almost feel a bit guilty that he’s always doing so much for me.

“You ready?”, he asks when I get to the bath, holding my mug and my little bowl full of chocolate digestives.

“Yes, that smells so good”.

“I saw this bath thing the other day and thought of you. I know you love everything that smells like peaches”.

I put my arms around his neck so I can stand on my tiptoes, with one foot only, and kiss him.

“I don’t think queens are treated as well as you treat me”, I tell him.

“Well, we don’t have queens in Portugal but I can give you the honorary title if you want to”.

“Queen of the Dias kingdom?”

“You might have to fight my mum for that title but you are already on princess level”.

When I get in the bath, I close my eyes and just enjoy the warm water and the perfect smell. I almost even forget the food I brought with me.

Once I’m out of the bath, I start doing my night routine.

“Can I come in?”, asks Rúben after knocking on the door.

“Sure”.

“I heard you moving and guessed you were out of the bath. Was it good?”

“Perfect”, I tell him with a smile. “I’d give you a thank you kiss but I have a mask on”.

“And you’ve never looked better”, he laughs, seeing the bright pink colour of the mask I applied.

“You should try it. It might remove the ugly from your face”.

He ignores me and walks towards the sink until he’s behind me and can hug me and start peppering kisses on the back of my neck.

“You seem to be content with my ugliness so I’ll stay the same”.

When I wash my face to remove the mask, I get one of my face rollers to massage my face.

“What’s that?”, asks Rúben.

“A roller. For the face”.

“What does it do?”

“You know? I’m not sure, but it feels nice”.

When I’m done with it, I put it back on the shelf but Rúben takes it and looks at it.

“So you use it like this?”, he asks, trying to imitate what I was doing.

“No”, I say, holding his hand so I can move the roller in the right way. “Like that”.

“Am I pretty now?”

“Never been prettier”, I say, giving him a quick kiss.

After applying some moisturizer, I go to the bed and start braiding my long hair like I do every night.

“Can I have a go at that?”

“At what?”

“Your braid”, he says, pointing at the almost-done braid I’m holding. “You always do it before bed and I was wondering if I could try doing it too. It looks relaxing”.

“Sure…do you want to try now?”

“Can I?”, he says, looking so excited about something so simple, so I nod and I undo all the hair I had managed to braid.

“We have to brush it first”, I say, giving him my brush.

“I know. Ok…from the ends to the roots”.

“You really have been paying attention, huh?”

“Isn’t that something good for a boyfriend?”

“Oh yeah. I’m not complaining”.

He keeps muttering things, both in English and Portuguese, while doing the braid until he’s done.

“Can I see it?”

“Wait”, he says, getting up to get a mirror so I can see his masterpiece.

“That’s actually really good. Have you been practising?”

“Who would I practice with?”, he laughs.

“I don’t know. Haaland?”

I can’t stop staring at my hair. It’s so cute that he even wanted to give it a try.

“I’ll teach you more hairstyles for when I can’t be bothered doing my hair. You can be my personal hairdresser”.

“Fine. But I’m not curling your hair. You always complain about burning your fingers and you’ve been doing that for years. I’ll probably end up in the emergency room”.

“So dramatic”, I laugh.

After half an hour of reading, I finally feel sleepy enough so I put my Kindle away. When I turn to look at Rúben, I see he’s still on his phone.

“I’m going to sleep now”, I say.

“Ok”.

He puts his phone away and turns the lights off.

“You don’t have to sleep when I do, Rúben”, I tell him again. “I know it’s a bit early for you”.

“Worth it for the cuddles”.

And it is. The cuddles and the forehead kisses. I’ve always struggled with falling asleep, but when I have Rúben's strong arms around me, it only takes me a couple of minutes to fall asleep. The article couldn't be more right about how safe I feel when he silently shows me how much he'll protect me.

“I need to leave now”, says Rúben from the front door and I walk as fast as I can to go say goodbye to him.

“I’m coming!”

“Don’t walk too fast”.

“It’s fine. You know I’m almost done with rehab. It feels so good to not be in pain”, I laugh, finally reaching him.

“I’ll miss you”, he says, hugging me tightly.

“You’ll be back tomorrow night. And I’ll stay up just for you”.

“I want to tell you not to, but I also really want to see you when I come back”, he says, frowning.

“It’s fine. I want to see you too, so we are both being selfish”.

We kiss again, making the most out of every second he can stay home before leaving.

“Now I really need to go”.

“Ok, I’ll start packing while you are away, by the way”.

“Why?”, he asks, turning to look at me.

“The lift is fixed. I can go back home”.

“But your rehab isn’t finished”, he complains.

“Yeah, but it’s only 4 more days so it’s fine”.

“But…”.

“Rúben, my love, you need to go”, I tell him after looking at my watch.

“And you don’t”, he says, confusing me.

“I know. I don’t think Pep can find a place for me in the line-up”.

“No, I mean you don’t need to go. I don’t want you to go”.

Is he insinuating what I think he’s insinuating?

“These last two weeks have been perfect for me. Have they not been good for you?”

“Of course they have, Rúben but…”.

“But would you want to stay here for, you know, longer?”

I can’t help but smile at how much he’s struggling to ask a simple question. “How much longer?”

“I don’t know, forever?”

“It’s almost as if you were asking me to move in with you or something, you know?”, I tease him.

“I am. Would you? Would you move in with me?”

“I’d love to”.

He drops his bag to lift me and kiss me.

“We’ll talk about this more when I come back”.

“Don’t worry, we have all the time in the world. Now go and win that match or I’ll change my mind”.

#ruben dias #ruben dias imagine #ruben dias x reader #ruben dias fluff #ruben dias one shot #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias fanfiction #footballer imagine #footballer x reader #footballer fluff #footballer fanfiction #foootballer fanfic #ruben dias x y/n #footballer x y/n #footballer one shot

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gallavich-headcanon · 1 year

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Bartender AU recs

two young lovers, half-priced drinks by sadwhales aka @farfromohio (complete, 41k words) Mickey ,the hot bartender, saves Ian the college student, from a bad first date.

Suncatcher by @wehangout (WIP, 42k words ) Private investigator Ian is trying to solve a mysterious burglaries case when he ends up brainstorming with Mickey, a clever and hot bartender.

Jerkface 9000 by @jackieq (oneshot, 14k words) Bartender and bar owner Mickey befriends Ian when he comes to his bar after catching his ex , Caleb, cheating on him. (pretty canon compliant Ian- mentions of Caleb, Trevor, EMT training and Monica's death)

Between the bars by crazynadine (Complete, 27k words) Mickey is a bartender in gay bars, working at a gay valentine getaway (weekend full of cliche romantic bullshit) that Ian gets invited to by the boring guy he's been seeing. What happens when the guy's ex comes to win him back and Ian is dumped in front of everyone? He's going to make the most out of it.

In Case of Emergency... by @flamingbluepanda (One-shot, 2k words) Ian is a bartender and lives in Boston, and the only close relationships he has are with his patrons at the bar. One night Ian gets a call from the hospital that Mickey, one of his favorites and fellow ex-Chicagoan, is in the hospital.

To the Ends of the Earth by @yeah-all-of-it (WIP, 64k words) Mickey is a bartender at a small town in Wyoming, he has been seeing Angie for a few years now, but it's nothing serious. Mickey doesn’t know why Ian, an outdoorsy traveler who just showed up one day, is evoking feelings in him he’s never felt with Angie. Or any other girl he’s ever been with for that matter.

Cleansing Wave Flowing Through my Veins by @toastyhusbandstand (One-shot, 5k words) Mickey, a bartender at the Alibi room, finds himself once again in Ian’s bed, right in the enemy’s lap. He’s admitting he’s a junkie. And he needs his fucking hit. What’s the stage that comes after denial?

With My Eyes Clear, I'm Sober by cantfuckinbelievethis (orphan_account) (One-shot, 2.7k words) Ian is a self conscious veteran with a prosthetic leg that is on the verge of giving up on dating, but Mickey, his cute bartender, is right under his nose.

Magically Delicious by @the-rat-wins (One-shot, 6k words) Mickey takes Mandy to a bar with fucking magic tricks for her birthday, per her request. What happens when she sends him to get the hot redhead bartender's number for her?

you found me, you knew me by jinlin5 aka @doodlevich (complete 43k words) Ian is a psychic, specializes in tarot and palm reading. Mickey is a Boys Town bartender who happens to be a huge skeptic. He obviously doesn't believe in soulmates, but kissing Ian had unlocked feelings that scared the shit out of him.

an honorable mention - Quatervois by DodgerBear @dodgerbear84 (one of my favorite WIP, 41k words) Ian isn't technically a bartender but he serves Mickey at a bar a couple of times. Closeted soldier Mickey meets farmer Ian (with a couple odd jobs) in a bar when on leave from his base in the Deep South. The tale of beautiful gay panic.

I bet I missed so many good ones (also I've read all of these and want more to satisfy my addiction) so please tell me about your favorites!

#yes i am obsessed with bartender aus #bartender au #fic rec #gallavich fic rec #master list #gallavich #ian x mickey #shameless #bartender ian #bartender mickey

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whaleofatjme1920 · 2 years

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In that case!

Can I request a romantic ride on the dragon thing (Ikran?) with Jake Sully? If I'm dating a Na'vi or an Avatar I wanna ride in style.

Reader could be possibly be a researcher and maybe Jake is being a little flirty or trying to show off? If you need more to work off of let me know and I'll go back to brainstorming, lol

Riding an Ikran with Jake Sully

[GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none?]

[AN: Yes ofc you can. I love this stuff. I realize,,,, I am slowly making this more poly than I realized,,, and ngl I kinda like it,,, that way? for this dynamic? look I love Jake and Neytiri together I think you dating both of them would be-]

headcanons bc im weak lol

Let's pretend after the events of the movie, you're one of the few humans chosen to stay and live on Pandora because you've always been doing the right thing, and Jake wanting to fight for the planet, his friendship with the Omaticaya and strictly but strong platonic bond with Neytiri furthered you wanting to do the right thing.

So you're here now! Pandora is your home! You and the few other humans that have been chosen to stay, Norm (who's avatar is still healing from the gunshot wounds, they think he'll be good to fully link within the month), Max, you all miss Trudy-

Jake is still the dastardly man you liked when he was just some jarhead coming to Pandora for the first time. But, as the clan leader for the Omaticaya, he's got some tricks up his sleeve! And one of them is wanting to show you his ikran.

He says he'll "pick you up" when it's twilight. Sitting on the roof of a what used to be a giant base, you wait for the man you love.

And there he is. The cry of a creature known as a banshee in the language you were raised in comes gliding on the gentle breeze. Jake is there. There's a large smile on his face just seeing you.

Neytiri is gliding alongside him. She seems happy to see you too. There's a certain sadness in her eyes as she pats the neck of her ikran as the two perch on the rooftop near you. She misses Seze more and more by the moment.

Both Jake and Neytiri tap lightly at the space between their eyebrows before gently rolling their hands out towards you. They see you.

You smile and return the gesture, a slight heat rising to your cheeks how Jake grins. He says a few things to Neytiri before she nods, the words "enjoy date night" sounding foreign on her tongue as she takes to the skies again.

Jake's much taller like this. He's 10ft, strong, and his ikran is even bigger than him. You feel so small next to them, but giggle when he picks you up in his embrace anyways. Gods, how he wishes he could kiss you right now-but Pandora's air is still toxic to your lungs, and only in brief, rare situations can you actually kiss him.

you're almost certain he's looked into getting you an avatar, but those things don't grow easily and without the resources,,,,,

ANYWAYS, he picks you up and pretty much places you right behind him. His tail even curls around you. He's saying the cutest things, flirting with you even if it's awkward.

He's always been charming. Both as a human, and now as an avatar? a proper Na'vi?

He has his ikran doing a lot of daring stuff, chuckling at how you grip your arms tight around his waist. Is it scary? yeah! But would Jake let anything bad happen to you? Of course not!

All of your date nights start like this. Jake is charming as always, his ikran is close to doing loops, you can't help but laugh and let your heart flutter at how he speaks to you, and you're over the moon to know he's yours.

Jake feels like he needs to do the most just to be worthy of your time, just to call you his.

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully headcanon #james cameron avatar x reader #james cameron avatar #neytiri headcanon

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panthera-tigris-venenata · 9 months

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@hannahhook7744 and I had a GREAT story Idea and I wish for you to see our brainstorming (TM) for it. Hannah’s in purple and me in orange, because colaboration and I thought it was funny .

(...I’ll edit whatever’s needed, yeah?)

Audrey suggests the idea.

They both end up happier because of it.

They all realize after yearS (They ALL live in denial. Except for Gil who thinks everyone else knows they’re dating.) that their relationship turned into a real one and they're all fine with it. They get out of denial eventually. (Yeah but it takes them ages). Definitely.

Uma confronts Ben about how he dropped the ball on his relationship with Audrey and his friendship with both her and Chad.

They get Jordan involved to have some media influence on their side.

Jordan is secretly cooperating with Ursula who is there for the drama (Oh course she is. Is she a good mom in yours?). (She’s a greek god – octopus. She has no idea how semi-human babies work. It’s a miracle that Uma is still alive.)

Cinderella and Charming are fine about it (but also it gets them to pay more attention to Chad, which is a win).

Harriet should be allowed to be a hypocritical bitch about her brother’s mess of a relationship

Yes.

Harry is like 'shut up, you and Anthony are DEFINITELY not in a closed relationship!' (So they actually admitted to being in a relationship?)

Harriet 'I Have no idea what you're talking about–'

Harry 'I've seen Ginny leave your room half naked!' (We will have to clarify they aren't sisters in this universe). (Yes!! Disaster Threesome. Loving it)(

Do you want to hear disaster hc for Audrey & CJ that fits into this?

Sure.

Audrey was like: So you think I should have a heir? Sure here let me just– *Audrey Rose named CJ Hook as her official heir*. (Yes. Then Cj is just like 'let's piss off Leah more assigning Freddie and Zevon jobs of power. )Audrey enables this chaos. Harry, of course, goes to councils with Uma and Harriet is asked to join after one (1) session with CJ. FG and beast are not having a fun time.

Belle joined one council meeting and They gave her hell because Chad overheard what she said to Ben about Audrey in d1.

Audrey's cousin tries to be a bitch. The sea three shut that down immediately . (As they should)

Can we give Arabella a minor corruption arc while we are at it? Just siding with them or something. (Yes. Absolutely.)

It's a fake relationship yet the moment Chad comes to the lost revenge near tears the sea three are ready to murder someone. (They got attached). (The crew was betting over this.they knew they’d get attached.The swapped gold is ignored by Sea Three. This is normal.) (Yes.) (Any bets on who upset Chad?). (...Mal?) (Most likely).

Any scenes you can picture? We need a catalyst to kick Audrey into proposing this idea to Chad so that? Audrey explaining the idea to Chad and then to the pirates. (Audrey’s grandmother probably turned back to how she was and Chad probably tells her that he thinks his parents haven't care about him since Chloe was born. He was adopted when he was 6. Chole was born 2 years later sickly and his parents were working on bringing the Tremaine sisters, Hans—Drizella's husband, and their kids back). Audrey probably proposes the idea to piss her parents off and test if Chad's parents still care). (Leah should be ranting about multiple things including thinly veiled amatonormativity because she’s a bitch like that and definitely thinks that girl is a spinster by twenty.) (YES).

There was the prompt that went „Permission to off them?“ „Permission enthusiastically granted.“ That’s Huma when someone hurts Chad. Audrey is already dialing Jordan. (YES. and Gil is just comforting Chad.) (Obviously. He’s like, Should I go help you guys cause some brutal violence? „No don’t worry we’ve got it!“ „For the last time,you CAN’T kill the queen–“) (lol. I love that Gil goes either way when it comes to murder. Audrey is usually like 'no murder'.. but with some exceptions).

Also Chad just feeling like no one even cares about him trying to put effort into changing and thinking that maybe it's too late for him only for Urusla or Hook to be like 'You're a TEENAGER. It is so not too late.' Or Harriet. I'm not picky.. (Harriet. She’s done with teenage bullshit since she was thirteen. Also, Ursula doesn’t understand the concept of time. …Neither does Hook really.) (Harriet, comforting crying Chad, internally: “All I wanted was to borrow some office supplies and weapons. Why does it always end like this?”) (Harriet has become the one who is always telling teenagers and kids it's not too late for them to change).

Also Harriet *yells at a ton of reporters* STOP BULLYING THESE TEENAGERS OR SO HELP ME— (Anthony: No murder in front of the cameras–) (yesss).

#disney descendants #uma descendants #harriet hook #harry hook #cj hook #anthony tremaine #chad charming #audrey rose #gil descendants

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pandamoniumvibes-27 · 2 years

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I noticed your call for hc ideas, so I’ll throw one your way!

Ei x a reader who was born mortal during the Archon War, but somehow became immortal? Maybe something about the reader being there for her after Khaenri’ah?

I’m in love with this idea. I actually have a private idea of mine that is slightly related to the characters becoming immortal maybe I’ll share it at a later date!

Request are still open but the Golden Archipelago event is making me feel a bit inspired for possible Mona content!

Miko’s age is around 500 I think but I added a couple of years so she would be before khaenri’ah

Sorry this has been in my drafts for like at least a month maybe more. This is only part 1 I explain the reading at the end of the story.

Have fun reading!!!

You had heard about the Archons fighting

Your family was careful to pick a god named Makoto to go under for safety

You had never seen her fight or even knew what she looked liked

You lived most of your life the war but a minor thought in your head

It wasn’t till the age of 12 when you heard someone yelling at something in the trees that you even bothered to find out more of the archons…

“Miko your being a real bitch!”

You were quite taken aback by the language that was reserved for adults, this girl… She sounded like a child

A girl with purple hair and eyes was looking up at a very proud pink fox

You never saw a fox before but the expression on its face made it look like it was smirking

‘Could foxes even smirk?!’

The fox was on a branch of the tree which was barely holding her up

But the fox seemed calm as ever looking like cat who caught a mouse

“Do you need help getting your fox? I can get one of the elders from the village to help.”

The fox and the girl turned to look at you.

“That won’t be needed. Miko is just doing this to get me worked up. Giving her more attention will only encourage her.”

“You know, your not supposed to use curse words.”

“I’m older than I look.”

“I call bull.”

“Bull?”

“It means I think what your saying is fake.”

“I have no reason not to tell the truth”

“Yeah you do! You don’t want to get in trouble! But don’t worry I won’t say a word!”

The girl blinked a bit and waited for a prolonged second.

“Good.”

“So how do we get your cat down?”

“Miko isn’t a cat she’s a Kitsune.”

“Im going to call her a cat until she stops acting like a cat.”

The fox jumped down from the tree at that moment turning into a girl about 5 years old pink ears and tail she looked at you with a frown

‘Could foxes even frown?’

She walked over to the purple haired girl and grabbed her chest

“Give me the sword.”

‘THE FUCK’

Nothing happened thank the archons but you invited the two to your home for some snacks

They were hesitant but agreed after seeing you silently beg for around 10 minutes.

The fact they enjoyed spending time with you surprised them even more.

You gave them some fruit and water but you spent most of the time talking and playing with the few mortal games you had.

“Would you like to play cards?”

“Cards?”

“I know a few. But If you don’t like that I have a board game me a the kids in the village made. It’s a game where you have to collect 7 gems that are represented with chest pieces. But there are obstacles to try and stop you that you need to over come by setting up the correct strategy.”

“I’m very smart I’m sure I would win.”

“Like I would lose to a cat!”

You guys had a lot of fun playing.

You and ei teamed up to steal the orange chess piece and the turquoise chess piece.

But Miko ended stealing the purple chess piece without you noticing and ended up tricking one of you and Ei’s most helpful pawns

But it soon came to sun down and they had to go back home before the monsters came out.

“I did not expect Miko to kill the fire moth.”

“Fire moth?”

“Yeah that’s our code name for the pawn you killed.”

“The one that had fire and ice powers?”

“Yeah but her real name was Rose”

“You guys certainly had fun brainstorming you little team.”

“Yeah it was fun. But you were so cool with that manoeuvre you did to get the purple chess piece.”

“Yes stealing our pawn to use for your scheme was a good idea Miko.”

“I think we named that pawn scarlet scara for short.”

You said goodbye and asked them to visit you when they could

You watched them head back into the woods and you went to bed very happy that day

You had so much fun.

Ei visited you first.

She came in the morning waking you up basket in hand.

“Where are we going?”

“It’s not to far you’ll see soon.”

The two of you walked to a mountain. There Ei took the basket she was carrying and took out snacks.

“I thought it would only be right for me to repay you by sharing some of my snacks I have at home.”

“This is your home?”

Ei got a laugh out of that.

“This is better than home. It’s calm. Near my home there is always fighting.”

“Like parent issues?”

“No… I don’t know why but I feel inclined to tell you this. Maybe you have put something in the food.”

“Everything was picked from trees!”

“Haha!! You are different than most humans. I myself am not human though. I’m a god who is supposed to protect humans. But us Gods are fighting and there is little times of peace. Somehow I seem to forget all of when I’m with you.”

“Ei I want to know you. I want to be friends with you really badly… Meet me at my house next week and I can show you a place near the village.”

“I suppose the others will not notice if I’m not gone for too long.”

“I’ll see you next week.”

End of part 1

A/N: this has taken me forever and it has been hard because school just started up again for me. Also I got carried away with what was supposed to be head cannons so I’m splitting it in two. The second part will tackle more Archon war stuff but I felt like I needed to have them develop a relationship. I will try to get part 2 done in a timely manor but please be patient.

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Part 2 is up!!! You can see it on the masterlist!

#genshin impact #raiden ei #raiden ei x reader #ei x reader #ei #yae miko #I didn’t check for spelling errors or edit that much #that’s future me’s problem

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our last night

a short (about 3 pages) oksamber fic by me! no content warnings, i would say it’s angst though

When the shoreside community first moved under the water, to make their permanent home in the Ethersea, the first several days were a liminal space. All that anyone had ever known was gone, but they had only the smallest beginning of a new home, and no idea of what was to come. They paused in the time between to comfort each other, to be with their grief, before they had to continue on with the task of constructing their new life. People mostly stayed on the Biggest Baby in the early days, but they did their best to find their own space within the large communal home. In any case, it was better than the shithouses on the beach at least. Amber and Oksana had found their own corner of the ship, somewhere dark and quiet with just each other. Who else would there be? They were all each other had, the only remnant of the world before and the only constant going forward into this one. One morning after a few days, Oksana was already gone by the time Amber woke up, which was out of the ordinary, and Amber didn’t usually wake up late. She wasn’t too worried though, as she would say, they were both big girls and could take care of themselves, so she went to the communal kitchen area to get some coffee (black for Oksana, with a splash of milk and a couple sugars for herself, but she didn’t let anyone else see that) and a couple danishes. When she returned, their little area was still empty. Even though it was the morning, not a lot of light reached it, and the dark did not comfort Amber right now. She was used to hanging out in dark places, but when you’re still coming to terms with the fact that you’ll never properly see the sun again, it’s much more uneasy. Amber slid down the wall, slumping onto a pillow and letting her head rest on her knees. Things weren’t what she was used to, and she couldn’t operate in her normal way. If you’re someone who pretty much just lives in the present and doesn’t usually think very far ahead, that’s not going to feel very good when the present is suddenly unknown and uncertain. You’re still present, but maybe you don’t want to be anymore. Involuntarily, teardrops rolled down her face, slowly at first but then a river, and her shoulders trembled as she sobbed silently. Even alone, Amber wouldn’t want anyone to hear her cry. When she heard Oksana’s footsteps at the end of the hallway, she quickly dried her face with her bandanna and tried to act like nothing had happened. Even though she had quite clearly been crying, Oksana gracefully ignored this fact, although she did put her arm around Amber as she sat down.

“Hey bubba, where were you?” asked Amber as she handed over the other danish and mug of coffee.

“A meeting...” Oksana trailed off as if there was more detail to be given about this but she did not offer it. She was not at all an anxious nor shy person, so Amber immediately raised an eyebrow.

“For what? Come on, don’t be a clasper! You know you can tell me anything.”

Oksana sighed. “Well, you know that our city is going to need to be defended, right? We have pretty much no idea what’s out there, but someone has to go get on the Biggest Baby and protect everyone else from it.”

Despite the seriousness of the moment, the two women giggled. It was still hard to believe that was the name of the ship, and not only that, but the name from the special renaming brainstorm committee!

“Anyway, the defense force is going to be called the Chaperones, and they want me on the team. It sounds like some pretty intense stuff, but if that’s how I can help our city, I want to do it.”

A smile spread across Amber’s face. “That’s awesome! Of course they asked you to come help kick ass, bubba. I thought something might be wrong, but that’s great news.” “Yeah, yeah it is,” Oksana replied. Her shoulders softened a little. “I think it’ll be good, not easy but good, I’m just still not used to everything down here so it all feels a little, uncertain, yknow?”

Amber nodded. They sat in silence for a while, eating their danishes. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Amber hopped up to get it, and she opened the door to a gruff man who asked, “Is Kodira here?” She shook her head and said,

“I don’t know what other guppy you’re looking for, but the only two here are me and Oksana.”

However, Kodira slowly got up and came to stand next to Amber.

“No, that’s me. I’m Kodira. Listen, I’ll explain in a minute, but what do you need?” The man had a hurried conversation with her and left as quickly as he came.

“Hey Oksana? You wanna tell me what’s going on, and who the fuck Kodira is?” snapped Amber.

“It’s okay Amber, it’s still just me,” Kodira explained. “Apparently to work for the chaperones they want to change your name to something that honors Koda, yknow, the vestiges whose body is the Biggest Baby. So, Kodira. It’s a little weird, but I think I can get used to it.”

“I would call that more than a little fuckin’ weird!” Amber stomped towards Oksana. “If you wanna go join their cult and be Kodira or whatever, fine. I knew we’d end up doing different things down here, I just didn’t expect this.”

“Hey. Back up,” Oksana commanded. Amber huffed but went to go sit down. “Listen, this is a lot for both of us right now. What they came to tell me is that I gotta leave tomorrow. And I would like this to not be the last conversation we have. So I’m gonna take a nap, and you’re gonna go for a walk, and we’ll talk again later.”

Amber generally hated being told what to do, but she respected her best friend, and silently obliged, heading out the door, down the hall, and away. She found some barrels to punch while Oksana fitfully dozed. Once Amber’s hands hurt (she was strong, but even she had limits) and the water had begun to darken, she walked back to the room. The door was unlocked, so she entered quietly to find Oksana packing her suitcase. As soon as they made eye contact, she set her things down and they approached each other, silently embracing. Oksana was the taller of the two, so Amber’s head nestled on her collarbone. Time slowed to the consistency of molasses, as they created this physical memory. Finally, Amber pulled away, her cheeks wet. Almost whispering, she said, “Well damn, bubba, you know I don’t cry or say sorry but...I’m sorry for calling the Chaperones a cult. I want you to be happy, and if that’s not with me, well, I’m a big girl.” She chuckled and gave a sad smile. Oksana held her hands and squeezed them, and then Amber helped her finish packing. They laid down next to each other, sharing a blanket, for the last time. The next morning, Amber woke up alone again, but she knew Oksana wouldn’t be coming back. The two of them wouldn’t spend another night together for more than 23 years, but neither of them knew that that morning.

#message from mirph #mirph’s manuscripts #(new writing tag bcs trust me. there will be more)#taz fanfic #the adventure zone #taz oksana #oksana kodira #taz kodira #amber gris #oksamber #wlw ship #wlw fanfic

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