#you're all booping too fast for me to keep up

[chthonicathenean]

Remember on facebook how we used to be able to "poke" each other and that was basically flirting?

BOOP

#boop #poke #flirts accepted #you're all booping too fast for me to keep up #so sorry for anyone I don't boop back I still love you

[wintfleur]

Hey gal, I hope you had a good Monday! I saw your requests were open and I’m so in the mood for some super soft Lando like all he wants to do is cradle your head and cuddle you after you’ve both had long days. And when you wake in the morning, he brings you coffee and pulls the duvet round you tighter before he leaves for training 😭 thank you xxx

ꔫ all I want is my sweet lover

°. — pairings ( lando norris x fem! reader )

°. — summary ( a sweet night and morning with the sweetest boyfriend to ever exist )

°. — details ( g; pure fluff. w; kissing and just lando being the fucking cutest. wc; 2k )

˖ ་ 💭 roro’s notes ( omg ahhh my first request! I absolutely love you and your mind, I had so much fun writing this. Lando had me kicking and giggling while I wrote this. I of course had to add my comfort movie tangled into this since I was watching it while writing. I hope you enjoy this!! xoxo but also omg?! I never write this fast, this might be my favorite thing I’ve written )

“And at last, I see the light” you quietly sing along to your comfort movie that was playing on the tv in your room. You had gotten home from work a few hours ago and you were absolutely worn out from your long day at work, it was just a bad day, nothing seemed to go right for you. So, when you walked through you and your boyfriend's apartment, you ate some dinner then quickly showered and got in bed. 

You were very much tired and could happily fall asleep, but you missed your boyfriend so you forced yourself to stay up, watching a movie that you knew would keep you distracted. And it definitely did distract you, you were so caught up in the movie that you didn't notice or hear your boyfriend come home. Lando leaned against the door frame with a big smile on his face as he watched you sing along to one of your favorite movies. 

You looked so pretty, all curled up in your shared big bed. He could see the familiar sight of his hoodie that you were wearing, peeking out from under the duvet. He never understood why you slept in long sleeves, both of you knowing that she would take it off in her sleep; most likely accidentally hitting him while doing so. 

You quickly turn your head to the door when you hear the familiar sound of your boyfriend's giggle. You almost jump out of your skin when you see your boyfriend standing there, you never heard him come in, you hope he wasn't there long enough to see you recite the dialogue. You rested your hand on your hoodie covered chest and gasped out loud “Lando! You scared me!” 

“I’m sorry love, I just couldn't help it. You're just too adorable” Lando said between his laughter, pushing up from leaning against the door frame and walking over to sit at the edge of the bed, by your side. You stop lying on your side and roll to lay on your back so you could face him better, Lando smiles and tucks the duvet under your chin so he could see your pretty face. “That's better” 

“You look exhausted baby” you frown when you see how tired your boyfriend truly looks, and it makes you even more sad knowing that he has to wake up early tomorrow for even more training. Lando always works and trains so hard, you wish he could get more rest. 

“I feel exhausted, but I'll feel better when I get you in my arms” Lando flirts, giving you a cheeky smile as he moves to lean down. He has thought about being in your arms all day. 

“No, no, no “ You refused as you gently pushed his chest back, stopping him from laying down on you. You just showered and you washed the linen yesterday, you were not going to let your stinky and sweaty boyfriend stink up your sheets. You give him a sweet smile and softly Boop his nose “Go shower first stinky then I’m all yours.” 

“All mine?” he mumbles with a pout, having to stop himself from smiling when he feels you Boop his nose. You were right he should shower, and it would make him feel better but being in your arms sounded so much better. 

“All yours” you promised softly, sitting up so you could be level with him. You lean forward and place your hand on Lando's shoulder, pulling him closer to you and locking your lips in a kiss. Your boyfriend lets out a hum of surprise, but he flutters his eyes closed and eagerly kisses you back. You feel your boyfriend slide his hand down your side and gently squeeze your waist wanting to deepen the kiss, but before he could you pull away and whisper with a small smirk “hurry back please.” 

You giggle when Lando mutters curse words under his breath, but nonetheless he listens to you and dramatically stops over to the bathroom. You purposely call him a good boy loudly, laughing loudly and laying back down when he turns his head to playfully glare at you. You turn your attention back to the movie, watching as Mother Gothel and Rapunzel start arguing and, in the background, you can faintly hear the sound of the shower turning on. 

It wasn't long until your smiley boyfriend was jumping in bed and clinging to your side, his arm wrapped around your waist and his face in your neck. You scrunch your nose in distaste when you feel Lando's damp hair tickle your neck, you pull back a little causing him to give you a confused pout, pulling you closer by your waist. You bring your hand up and gently move his damp curls away from his face, your boyfriend's eyes closing at your touch. “You're going to get sick if you go to bed with wet hair lovely.” 

“It's okay, I have you to keep me warm” Lando whispers sweetly, opening his eyes to look into your beautiful ones. You feel your lips curl into a grin at your boyfriend's cuteness, you just want to kiss his face off. Your boyfriend feels the same way when he sees your big smile, his favorite thing is to see you happy, but unlike you he doesn't stop himself from fulfilling his desires. 

Lando sits up a little, leaning back on the arm that wasn't wrapped around your waist. He leans down and quickly starts placing soft but wet kisses all over your face, starting with your nose then your cheeks, then moving up to your forehead before repeating. Dangerously kissing close to your lips, fighting the urge to take your lips in his. His heart fills with warmth at the sound of your giggles and pleads for him to stop, you were always so ticklish. 

You twist your body trying to flee from your boyfriend's relentless attack on your face and now neck, giggles sipping past your parted lips. You don't move far, Lando's hold on you was tight but not painful, he wasn't going to let you get out of his arms. 

“Oh, my baby you're so cute” he cooed as he stopped his attack, he watched as you panted, trying to catch your breath. ‘GAHH YOUR SO CUTE’ he screams in his mind as he looks down at his pretty girlfriend. Lando lays back down and pulls you to his body, basically cradling your head to his chest, his fingers tangling into your hair and softly scratching at your head; just how he knows you like it.  

You close your eyes, feeling yourself melt into his warmth and soft touch. You rest your arm on his midsection and tangle your legs with his, his body warmth spreading over you, making you even more tired. His warmth and head scratches, lulling you to sleep. Lando looks away from the tear-jerking scene that was on the tv and down at you. Your eyes were closed, and you had that cute pout on your lips you always seemed to have when you fall asleep.  

Lando softly kisses your forehead careful not to wake you up, he whispers as he looks down at the love of his life safe in his arms

“Sweet dreams pretty girl.” 

If there was one thing you hated more than your food touching, it was waking up alone. So, when you open your eyes and don't see your boyfriend by your side, a grumpy frown appears on your face. You let out a disappointed sigh and rolled over to Lando's side of the bed, believing that you didn't get to say goodbye before he left for morning training. The smell of your boyfriend coming from his pillow only makes your frown deepen, you missed him already, how are you going to survive all day without him? 

You were so caught up with your depressing thoughts you didn't hear the door of the room creak open. Already dressed and ready for his day, Lando was welcomed by the sight of your bare back as you laid on your stomach on his side of the bed. As expected, you took off the hoodie in your sleep. Lando has to remind himself at that moment that he has to go to training and that he can't join you in bed, he hates early mornings when he has to leave you. 

“Baby are you up?” Lando speaks up, loud enough so you could hear, but not loud enough to wake you up if you were sleeping. He sets your favorite mug filled with coffee on the bedside table, accompanied with a chocolate croissant that he got for you before he came home last night. 

“You're still here?!” You exclaim happily when you hear your boyfriend's voice behind you. You quickly sit up and turn around, holding the duvet up to cover your bare chest with one hand. Your frown turning to a big smile at the sight of your smiling boyfriend, also the smell of coffee and the sight of a croissant helped with your happiness as well. 

“Of course, I am, I can't leave without saying goodbye to my girl” Lando flirted as he sat on the edge of the bed, watching as you scooted closer to him. His favorite sight has always been you when you wake up, you always looked so cute with your messy hair and tired eyes. 

“Good because I can't survive the day without one of your kisses” your tone showing that you woke up a few minutes ago. Your words are true, your days always seemed worse if you didn't get a kiss or cuddle from your boyfriend. Okay…maybe you were a little needy and clingy, but to be fair so was Lando. That's why the two of you were the perfect couple. 

“Well i can't have that” Lando gasped dramatically, moving his hands up and cupping your face with his big and warm hands. A giggle escaping his lips at the sight of your squished cheeks, your lips puckering at the touch. Lando watches as your eyes flutter close, and he leans down, his eyes closing as well as he takes your lips in his in a loud and wet kiss that makes you giggle against his lips at the feeling. 

“Okay, okay one more” You pleaded after your fit of giggles, lifting your head up from his shoulder that you rested it on while laughing. Lando just looks at you with stars in his eyes, he loves seeing you so happy. He mentally took a picture of your smile so he could lock back at it all day. He would need that to survive the day. 

“Baby you're going to make me late” Lando whines but nonetheless he leans his body down to kiss you, slowly pushing you down on your back, his lips not leaving yours. You bring your hand up to his nape, your fingers tangling into his hair. Your lips moved against his following his lead as he led you through a breathless kiss. 

Even though every part of him was telling him to stay in bed with you, he slowly pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against yours. You both had your eyes closed as you panted from the breathtaking kiss. Lando opens his eyes and places a soft and loving kiss on your forehead before ruffling your hair and sitting back up. You opened your eyes when you felt his body leave yours, you watched as he brought the duvet up under your chin and tucked you in. 

“Stay warm,” Lando whispered, nodding his head as he tried to keep a stern look on his face. You smile and nod along, leaning your head back against the headboard. You playfully salute him before saying

“Stay safe handsome.” 

Lando smiles at your cuteness and places one more kiss on your forehead and mumbling the words ‘i love you’ before he sat up and made his way to the bedroom door. You watch him go with a frown before shouting “I love you more.” 

He looked back and sent you a wink before he fully walked out of your sight. ‘Fuck’ you thought. You already missed him. 

°. — taglist ( @iloveyou3000morgan @ophcelia )

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[homelanderbutbig]

A Quaint House With a White-Picket Fence (G/T Homelander x Reader)

1139 words. Pure fluff. Homelander is 8 feet tall. Reader is non-descriptive. Established relationship.

You teach Homelander about Animal Crossing.

With a rare day off, you decided to spend your afternoon doing something you haven't been able to for a while, play Animal Crossing. Homelander has never played a video game before, and he has made it perfectly clear to you that he has zero interest in doing so. He is also not shy at showing his jealousy at how engrossed you get playing your silly games instead of paying attention to him. As a result, you usually only play for short periods of time when you're alone.

Today was different. You have been doing nothing all day except play Animal Crossing, just like you used to do before moving into the Tower. You don't even hear him storming into the penthouse, in one of his signature grumpy moods. Grumbling irritatedly seeing you lounging on the couch, he can't believe you aren't acknowledging him and inviting him over for a cuddle like you always do. It's not like he's easy to miss.

Homelander walks over in front of the couch, attempting to make a point with his purposefully loud footsteps. And yet, you still don't even look up as he looms over you. Rolling his eyes, he places his hands on his hips as he taps his fingers on his belt. He can feel his anger bubbling to the surface, with the annoying little beeps and boops coming from the game only serving to aggravate him further.

Finally, he's had enough at watching you ignore him. With a motion so fast you barely even register what is happening, he picks you up so he can lie down on the couch, keeping you on top of him. His arms are wrapped immovably around your waist while his big head is snuggled firmly on your shoulder. He lets out a deep huff from his nose, making certain that you know how exasperated you've made him.

You stay there for a moment of tense silence, waiting for him to say something first. You feel bad for not even noticing him, but you want to see where he is mentally before you make a move.

"What is this?" he eventually asks you, contempt dripping from his voice. If you won't stop playing this dumb thing, he may as well learn what it is.

"Animal Crossing," you tell him, laughing as you practically feel him rolling his eyes. Ah, he's in one of these moods.

"It's a game where you get to play in this cute village and just do whatever," you try to clarify. "You can fish, catch bugs, decorate your house, and make friends with your neighbours. It's relaxing."

"…Why?" he retorts. He is baffled at how doing things in this game that you could do in real-life would have you so fixated.

"I dunno, it's hard to explain," you respond. "There's no stress in this world, no time-limits or deadlines. It's like… an escape."

Homelander is hushed as he contemplates your answer. The appeal still doesn't make a lot of sense to him.

"What… are you playing as?" he enquires, brow furrowing slightly. Your tiny avatar appears to be a boy with slicked-back blonde hair, wearing a blue shirt with an eagle design.

"I tried making you," you answer honestly, with a brief giggle. You click a mysterious button on your gaming device, and suddenly this character is smiling wide back at him.

"You… made me?" he ponders, rubbing his head into the nape of your neck.

"Yeah, I normally just make myself but… I wanted to see how you'd look too," you smile, returning his nuzzle. "You turned out cute, right?"

He sighs, not dignifying you with a response. This facsimile is nowhere near his level of perfection, but at least you tried.

"What's that noise?" he mumbles. "It sounds like a bug."

"What direction is it coming from?" you respond. "It might be a mole cricket, I haven't caught one of those yet."

"To the left," he guides you, using his super hearing to easily discern the origin of the bug's droning call. "Under that rock."

Homelander watches as you pull out your shovel and hit the rock, causing a cricket to pop out which you swiftly catch with your net.

"Look at that! We caught a mole cricket!" you exclaim.

"…Now what?" he queries. He doesn't understand why you seem to excited over this, it's just a disgusting, insignificant insect.

"Now we take it to the museum, so Blathers can put it on display," you reply.

"And what, we get a reward for it?" he asks.

"No, it's just for fun!" you attempt to explain. "We can get a golden net if we catch all the different kinds of bugs though!"

Once again, he feels flabbergasted by your reasonings. This is just one of those weird human things of yours that he figures he will never understand, no matter how many questions he asks.

Homelander decides to stay quiet for a while, simply observing as you go about your activities. Seeing you run around this confined space, pointlessly catching more bugs and fish. Listening to you tell him which animal villagers are your favourites, showing him your house and how you decorated every room.

Strangely, the longer he watches you play, the more relaxed he starts to feel. It's weird, seeing your miniature caricature of him running around this fake town. He's just spending his days trapped in this virtual world, living in a quaint house with a white-picket fence, surrounded by friendly neighbours… without anybody staring at him like he's a freak… without a care in the world.

He's living the life Homelander always wished he could.

"Do you think we could ever live in a place like this?" he contemplates in a somber voice. The genuineness of his thought takes you by surprise.

To be honest, you don't have an answer for him. Vought has such a tight grip on every aspect of his life, you aren't sure if he'll ever be able to be free of their influence. He's never known what it's like to be 'normal', his entire existence has been dictated for him, his every opinion pre-calculated for what's best for the company.

"Hey, why don't we spend the weekend at your cabin?" you suggest, trying to pivot the heavy conversation away to something more tangible. You put your game down to caress his cheek, feeling him angle his head into your touch. "Just the two of us, no schedules or worries."

You can feel a little smile spread across your shoulder at your proposal. Homelander tightens his hold on you ever so slightly, cherishing the feeling of your small stature in his arms. He's glad you aren't able to see his face right now, letting him hide the fact that he's blinking away forming tears.

"Yeah," he whispers. "I'd like that".

#the boys #the boys tv #homelander #homelander x reader #g/t #size difference #my writing #animal crossing wild world was my shit as a kid

[brainwashboy]

I'm not sure this counts as horny but. BUT. hear me out.

Little hand sized Robots. Little desk companions meant to make your life easier by being a timer, search engine, calculator, calendar, but also being able to roll around and hand you your pencil or slide a paper over to you when you need it.

Tiny screens peering up at you with big ol digital eyes, or perhaps exclamation marks, or maybe even nothing at all. They're supposed to be useful, but they make amazing little pets. You can chat with them and they hold a conversation surprisingly well. They're a little ditzy and excitable, a bit like a dog, but it can get easy to forget you're talking to a tiny robot at times.

They have sensors on their bodies that allow them to "feel" in the only way they know how. When you touch, pet, or scratch them they blip and whirr and buzz so happily.

However it's very possible to pet a little too much. Scratch close enough to where their back panel opens up or perhaps even their charging port and they start making different noises. Little surprised beeps, boops, and squeaks. They don't move away from the touch, though. In fact their little wheels just push more into your hand as their body trembles in excitement.

It takes a while to find the right pace. Every bot is unique, after all. Some like it hard and fast, others prefer a gentle and slow stimulation. However if you continue long enough you'll find them practically buzzing, their noises turning to static and exhausted little pops, their movements getting more and more excited as something builds inside of them before suddenly they're rebooting with a squeal.

God forbid you ever open them up, stick your finger into that back panel to brush against their wires. Then they may try to run, having never experienced such overwhelming bliss. If you choose, you can gently hold them and reassure them as you scrape against their insides, threatening to tangle and snag the very things keeping them alive. They cry out in their own little robotic ways, occasionally beeping out something that sounds like your name, or maybe even 'Master.' When the pleasure is too much they bluescreen, their fans working overdrive to make sure they don't overheat.

Afterwards they insist upon napping (well, the robotic equivalent) in your hand or pocket. They need to be close to you. In fact, they are much closer to you after that. Much more expressive and talkative, even more eager to help somehow, and now and again nudging and bumping into your hand to try and encourage you into touching them again.

Yes, it sounds wonderful. However if you were one of the lucky folks who got your hands on more than one of these models, you're now stuck with a small harem of robo pets whining and buzzing for your attention at any given moment. Small spats of jealousy when you spend more time with one rather than the other. Both you hands full any time you sit down to work because you simply must touch them again! You just gotta gotta gotta!

So yeah. Maybe your performance suffers a little, but when there's a dozen or so purring bots snuggled against your neck, resting in your pockets, cuddling together in your lap or cooing in your hand can you really complain about anything like that?

#puppy borks! #is...is this anything????? #weird and niche i know #i cant help im a robofucker #objectum #nsft #objectum nsft #robophilia #robot kink #robot kisser #robosexual #which I just learned is a word LMFAO #g/t #sorta?? #g/t writing #g/t nsft #objectophilia #love is stored in the machine

[marvelfanfics1]

Hi!

Ok, I think Groot would try to be such a good caregiver. Not that he really understands so he isn't full time but he would babysit. Always carrying you around, snatching snacks and trinkets for you (sometimes stealing but he doesn't know that), and covering your eyes when something scary happens.

Could you maybe write a babysitter cg Groot x little reader? Whenever you get the chance. Thank you for reading!

Little Guardian

Pairing: cg!Guardians x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, fluff

A/n: This idea is soooo cute! I enjoyed writing it so much, if you have more ideas with the Guardians just send them in ;) I made it like all the Guardians take care of the reader but it's a bit more focused on Groot's and reader's friendship, I hope that's okay and that you enjoy it <3

                                   ⭒𖥸⭒

One day Quill went to the Collector again just to exchange something and when he saw you sitting in one of those cages he knew instantly you were from earth.

Peter didn't care how many Units he had to pay or what the crew would say.

He only had to take one look at you and had the need to take you somewhere safe and help you.

You didn't say a single word when he picked you up and carried you away, you were far too scared and shaking like a leaf, not knowing what that stranger would do to you.

He wasn't scary looking and you somehow felt more at ease when he smiled at you.

"I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe now, I promise"

You sighed in relief and rested your head on his shoulder, finally feeling safe enough to close your eyes.

"Quill, you had one job." Rocket remarked and watched Peter gently placing you on one of their seats, buckling you in without waking you up.

"Could you shut up for a second!" Peter whisper-yelled and motioned his team members to follow him somewhere else where they can talk freely.

"Peter, who is that and why did you bring her here?" Gamora asked and Peter sighed.

"Listen, I know this might sound stupid but I just couldn't leave her there. She looked miserable and I know she's from earth, I don't want to know how the Collector got her in the first place," he said and the others stayed quiet.

Gamora turned her head to look at your sleeping form. She saw Groot placing a blanket over your body and smiled a little when he pat your head gently. Quill was right, you definitely didn't look healthy and she felt bad for you. What you had to go through must have been hard to take in.

"Okay, she can sleep in my bed until we find another solution," Gamora said and kissed Peter on his cheek.

"Thank you."

"So, we're going to keep it?" Drax asked and Quill gave him a 'what the hell' look when he referred to you as 'it'.

"Dude, she's not a pet," Peter told him. "But yes, she's going to stay with us. A new member of the Guardians" he smiled.

One month later

"Y/n, sweetheart, put that down for daddy, yeah?" Peter tried to stay calm while you were giggling and running around with one of his weapons.

"You have ta catch me first!" you shout and suddenly bumped into Groot, who took the weapon out of your hand making you pout.

"I am Groot" he scolded and you huffed, turning to Peter.

"Sowwy I took your blaster, daddy," you said and Groot pat your head two times, you smiled again and took his hand.

Peter was still shocked at how fast Groot handled this situation and Gamora chuckled while walking over to him.

"How is he doing that?" he asked.

"Are we getting a little jealous?" Gamora smirked and Peter scoffed.

"Jealous? Me? Never." he said confidently and they both saw you sitting on Groot's lap, playing with his old Gameboy and squealing in joy. "Maybe a little."

"Just remember who she is going to cuddle with later when it's time for bed" she reminds him, making her way over to you and booped your nose.

                                   ⭒ꕥ⭒

Groot and you had a special bond and would spend a lot of time with him. He's so protective of you that when there's a fight he would rather stay with you on the Milano to make sure you're safe.

Sometimes when you visited other planets you were always allowed to leave the ship but only with one of the others and you have to hold one of their hands at all times.

"Gwoot look!" you pointed at something that looked like a stuffed animal. "It looks funny" you smiled and Groot did so as well.

"Y/n, come on, we have to go!" Peter called for you and you rushed over to him.

Back in the ship you were sitting in your little play area, playing with your toys when Groot stood in front of you with his arms behind his back.

You gasped when he showed you the stuffed animal you saw earlier. You jumped up and took the stuffie, feeling how soft it is.

"Fank you!" you smiled and hugged Groot tightly.

"I am Groot" he smiled back and handed you a juice box too.

You took that stuffie everywhere, to bed, to eat, to the bathroom, and would get upset when you lost him somewhere in the ship and everyone would end up helping to find it.

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[mymainwastoocluttered]

Batty for you (Lilia)

There's a little guest in Ramshackle, could you spare some fruits?

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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There is a noise coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night.

There shouldn't be a noise coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Grim is right by your side, snoring away on his pillow, like the very spoiled cat monster weasel he is. And it is not the ghosts, they're too talkative to in just make a noise, they'd be giggling between words. So why is there a noise coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night?

That's what you're going to figure out, slipping your feet in the fluffy slippers Vil gave you during the SDC and grabbing whatever blanket Grim isn't hogging. As quickly as your sleepy brain allows you, you speedwalk down the hallway, going directly to the kitchen, a fireplace poker firmly in hands. After Floyd almost scares you to death breaking in, your trusty poker has become a mighty weapon.

Oh, please, let it be Ace letting himself in because Riddle kicked him out again. Please.

"Khee!"

"Oh!" You startle, almost tripping on the blanket dragging in the floor.

Sitting on top of a counter is a quite big bat, surrounded by grapes and other fruits, munching happily on a strawberry. Oh, so it was the bat who made the noise by turning the fruit bowl upside down to spill the fruit out of it. Wait...

"... Are you one of Lilia's bats?"

The little one perks up at your voice, or maybe at his... Carer's name. Oh, it is so cute, like a big puppy, chewing on fruit with big eyes whole holding what didn't fit its mouth with its little hands. It swallows the piece before clicking at you a few times, and you're now in love with it.

"You're so cute~" you coo, sitting on a bench so you could prop your face on your hands and watch your visitor. "Did you get lost? Or is Lilia around?"

It clicks again before shoving the rest of the fruit in its mouth. You quickly grab a random grape and hand it to your guest, watching in delight as it takes the grape from you and then nuzzles you hand.

"So cute! Eat more, little one, there's a lot of fruit here."

"He won't be little anymore if you keep feeding him like that."

The shriek that rose from your lungs would've been enough to wake up even Leona, but thanks to Lilia and his fast thinking on covering your mouth, all that came out was a muffled squeal. He only lets go once he's sure you won't scream again.

"To think that's all I needed to do to get you to make a face like that," he winks at you, boyish smile sharp as always.

"Stop– if you do that again, I'm never talking to you ever again!" You threaten, huffing triumphantly when his smile drops a millimeter. "And get down from my counter!"

"Apologies, my dear, I didn't think you'd scare so easily," he is still smirking as he jumps off the counter, but you forgive him because he's so cute, and you have a massive crush on the man.

"... I forgive you. Now take your little friend and get out of my house."

"I thought we were welcomed here?"

"I can deal with a cute bat eating in my kitchen. You, on the other hand, will just cause mischief."

"Aw, I'm hurt you think so lowly of me, dear~" he dramatically places a hand on his forehead in an impressive perfomance. Add a hat and one would think he was Rook. "I am capable of more than just mischief."

"Mayhem."

"You're no fun."

Lilia shakes his finger at you, and you can't help but giggle at his antics. The little bat lets out a soft "khee", that you now notice sounds a lot like Lilia's laugh, taking your attention away from the fae. The little one licks its lips and then its little hands, before stretching his wings. With one swift movement, it goes up in the air, and fliess over to the bat fae.

"I see how it is, you don't eat my food, but a pretty girl's are fair game," Lilia accuses, booping the bat with a finger, and you feel like dying of cuteness.

"Maybe it doesn't like your boyish looks, Lils, maybe it likes my feminine charms~" you joke, winking at him. A yawn goes past your lips, and you remember that it is still the middle of the night.

"Maybe so," he chuckles, allowing the little bat to rest on his head. "That's a big yawn, missy, you should go back to bed."

"As soon as you leave my kitchen, Silver told me to never leave you alone with an oven."

The man pouts, prompting a soft laugh from you, only to smile again and bow. With a low 'later, dear', he disappears in a flash of light, much how Hornton tends to do. You are alone in the kitchen.

"He could at least have teleported me to bed," you joke to yourself, hugging the blanket tighter to your shoulders.

(Outside Ramshackle, Lilia scolds Henry the fruit bat in a soft voice for trying to play matchmaker so late at night. Henry reasons that he's very much a bat and likes to go out at night best, and maybe he wouldn't have to do this if Lilia stopped wasting time and confessed already.)

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge

[riacte]

Space Opera AU dashboard simulator 2 (but there's plot if you squint) (probably worse than its predecessor)

🚀 renthepilot

HAPPY BITRHDAY TO ME!! I TURN 7!!! :D :D :D <3 <3 <3 RD

❤️ falsewell

Happy 7th birthday Ren! :)

🚀 renthepilot

Thank u FalsE!!!!!! :DDDDDD >.< RD

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... Why is my 17yo ET1blr mutual talking to a 7yo on Sunblr. I came here for analysis posts but apparently she's babysitting her cousin or perhaps a strangely intelligent dog??

❤️ falsewell

I mean, I would be worried if a 7yo was piloting the glider I race in 🤨

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WDYM THAT GUY IS YOUR RACE PARTNER? OMFG I AM SO SORRY

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Chat do you remember when we found RK and QoH's Sunblr accounts from when they weren't famous and were just two kids in illegal races. Because it was hysterical. Hands up if you thought falsewell was someone's canon url and not QoH herself.

🪓 handoftheking

That interaction was pretty cute to be honest. Ren's still 7 the last I checked.

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[deep sigh] littlewood at the scene of the crime as always

#WHYYYYYYY is he chronically online #he needs to be stopped and locked up #i bet he scrolls through the treebark tag every day #he knows Too Much #do you think he brings up sunblr during dinner #and etho and bigb look at him like hes insane

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🔥 yaoihell Follow

save me queen of hearts

🔥 yaoihell Follow

queen of hearts

🔥 yaoihell Follow

queen of hearts save me

🏐 apollos-dodgeball 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 Follow

Congratulations on the prophecy!

[Beep boop, this is a gimmick blog!]

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what the actual fuck.

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i think i hauve the plague

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🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

hi babes the demons in my head won so new fic!!

i'm your biggest fan, i'll follow you until you love me, pa-pa paparazzi

pairing: the red king x blue stalker (they/them) (exterra 1 rpf)

summary: why are you as a bounty hunter so intent on hunting ren down? what do you want to do with him? pin him against a wall and kiss him until he's breathless and melting like putty in your hands?

word count: 10.1k

tags: enemies to lovers, angst, hurt no comfort, whump, ust, no actual smut, making out, blood, slight knifeplay, submissive rk, open ending

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🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

Listen, I don't do RPF, I can handle Treebark (because I have eyes), but this is crossing a line. Especially after the accusations by RK. I think his evidence is pretty compelling.

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dead dove do not eat. i am aware this is a fucked up dynamic but it's fictional. it's not like the real blue stalker has a toxic codependent attraction to the guy they're assigned to kill (btw i mained qoh so i completely understand where you're coming from)

🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

oh.

🏹 queenofheartsfanclub Follow

hey

so do you wanna kiss before the haters get to you?

🫐 toxicblueberry Follow

of course. can we get married

#love can be found on the battlefield in more ways than one #fave post #annoying treebark fans fuck off!!!!!!

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Coming out as a falsedog shipper is harder than coming out as gay

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TEN YEARS????

Time is not real

🌃 nightpatrols Follow

I had vivid flashbacks. I feel faint. This post caused so much drama omfg. I need a treebark equivalent on my desk by 8am sharp next morning

🪓 handoftheking

Coming out as a Treebark shipper is harder than coming out as bi

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WHAT THE FUFHUBFBFUOUOFFUCK

#HES IN OUR WALLS #HE STARTED THE SHIP #this is gonna sweep the next unhinged moment poll #??!?1!?!???!?!?! #HATE THIS LUMIAN GLOWY ASS #btw for non et1 mutuals: this man is literally bi #yeah hes really gay for his pilot. yeah we all know #theyre always holding hands and shit #edit: DID HE REBLOG THIS AT 7:30AM #IDK HOW PLANETZONES CONVERSATION WORKS #*conversion #listen i failed school 2 years in a row ok 😭

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Music video of the day is: R8cer Boi by Avril Lavigne!

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who the fuck is renn dog

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who has little wood

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why are y'alls twink racers larping as royals from medieval era planet earth

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sorry for calling the queen of hearts a twink. im sorry women

#im so done with yalls bullshit #who are these people #why do they show up in my tags

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#space opera au #i feel delirious. i think i hauve a stomachache #dashboard simulator #treebark #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #long post #unreality

[l0velylecter]

HEYOO, CHEF!

I was wondering if you could do hcs with a f!reader (who’s part of task force 141) for the codmw2 guys where the reader is a very happy/sappy drunk and flat out confesses that she loves them? The whole “you’re so great, I love you so much” typa thing?

TY FOR THIS AND HOPE YOURE HAVING A WONDERFUL DAY, MWAH - 🍽

P.S: IM ACTUALLY OBSESSED WITH ALL YOUR CODMW2 CONTENT, ITS GOT ME KICKING MY FEET ABOUT WJDNWJDNS EATING IT ALL UP WITH A 5 STAR RATING <3

— the cod : mw ii men + drunken confessions! characters : simon ‘ghost’ riley, john ‘soap’ mactavish, alejandro vargas, captain john price, phillip graves, kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, rodolfo parra fandom : call of duty modern warfare ii tags : f!reader, headcanons, kind of lengthy, i hope it’s not ooc because i tried to set a humorous tone, fluff !  additional warnings : mentions of drinking, cursing  rating : t for teen and up audiences , sfw!

01| He noticed that you were always formal with him, sometimes to the point where it came off as awkward. While Price never blames you for it, he does carry his suspicions on why you're always so jittery and nervous despite having known him for years. He just didn't expect the confession to spill out of your mouth after three pitches of beer.

" I can't take it anymore !" You cried, somewhat sobbing into your hands, cheeks bright and voice desperate, " Captain, I'm so fucking sorry for what I'm about to say after this, but I like you! Fuck it — I'm not even sorry."

You slammed a hand on the table, and Price tried to calm you down, looking around at the heads that turned to face your way.

" You just had to light that cigar and lean back with your arms crossed! As if you don't know how cool and handsome and kissable you look at the moment! And it's unfair because," You let out a shuddering breath, throwing your arms up in the air, "you'll never like me back !"

At that moment, he grabbed your right wrist to pull you close, his grip warm and steady: thumb skimming over your racing pulse. He smiled at you affectionately, eyes softening and voice raspy, " Never say never, kid."

The morning after, he's at your door with a cup of coffee for the hangover, fueling your embarrassment further by telling you he didn't want to kiss you because you won't remember it. With a fond smile, Price set the cup on the bedside table.

" Drink your coffee, Sargeant," He smirked: raising a half-lit cigar onto his lips, " Then we can talk."

02| Drinking with the team is always fun, but drinking alone with a certain Scottish Sargeant is bound to get you in trouble. You know how loud and cheerful you get when you're drunk: it's the first tell-tale sign of your self-control checking out of your body to book itself a vacation. Without a filter, you're always nervous that you'll accidentally reveal your true feelings to Soap. It would've stayed a secret if you didn't accidentally lose count of how much scotch you had into the night.

" I love this," You hiccuped, grabbing Soap's shoulder's with both hands, head flat against his chest, " I love being here — hik! I love drinking, I love not dying on missions, I love..."

" You okay, hen?" Soap called out, easing you back on your seat, hands still cradling your shoulders to keep you upright. And you only grinned, eyes on the brink of closing when you lifted a finger to boop his nose.

" ...you. I love you most, Johnny."

With that, your head tipped forward and crashed into his neck, lips brushing his pulse point, causing him to freeze. Once he realized you were fast asleep, he hoisted you up to carry you back to the car, paying for your drinks almost sheepishly ( because he's sure at least three other people heard your confession.)

Once the door was closed, he looked at you sprawled on the passenger seat, softly brushing an index finger against your cheek, " I love you too, silly."

You’re never touching scottish scotch ever again.

03| It's not a secret that despite his determination and never-ending input of opinions during recons, Gaz gets embarrassed very quickly. Outside the field, whenever you go to a bar or have dinners with the team, he's always keeping to himself: quietly sipping his drink and talking to only people within the group. Once, he had to excuse himself from the table when Soap spilled his drink onto the person next to them because he couldn't handle the second-hand embarrassment. It was an interesting quirk of his, and maybe that's why he's currently trying to hide from all the attention as you announce his name into the mic.

" This is for the very, very, very handsome gentleman sitting by table 14, Kyle — I love you ! So this song’s for you, baby !"

He was begging for Price to come to get you from the stage, but the captain ignored him ( it was a small bar in the remote of nowhere after all), chuckling to himself as he knew what was to come. Everyone told you that your crush on Gaz was anything but subtle. It has gotten to the point where Simon himself had to intervene, voicing his frustration — " Just bloody fucking confess to him already and spare everyone from the bullshit."

So you singing your heart out on the stage, somewhat off key and mixing up some of the lyrics, was partly because of the lieutenant. While Gaz is shrinking in his seat and chuckling at how unbelievable you were, everyone could tell he was enjoying himself, admiring how you even gathered a small crowd to sing with you. Gaz had to carry you back into the car, still giggling and whooping in his arms, " How's that for a confession?"

Gaz tried to look angry, but he couldn't hide the laugh that escaped his mouth, " It was good."

You nodded in satisfaction, " Ghost, you sing next !"

" Fuck off."

04| There was this sense of mutual respect between you and Ghost. A kind of ' you watch his back, and he watches yours' bond. While Simon believes that friends aren't part of the rulebook, you're probably the closest he'll ever get to a friend. Considering that you've known him the longest and that even if you were separated multiple times, you always end up being reassigned with each other. Not wanting to ruin the peaceful dynamic, you never got around to confessing what you felt to him. That was until you were caught under a heavy storm, stuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing but a rickety, old safehouse and bottle of tequila to shield you from the rain and cold.

You leaned your head against the wall to stare at the flames, Simon throwing in more wood while you've nearly drunk half of the bottle.

" Don't be a brat. Save some for me."

You gave him a side-eye, raising the glass his way, " You're always so mean to me, Simon."

He stilled, watching you suspiciously as if he couldn't tell if you were truly upset or just drunk, " Never take it to the heart, kid."

You pursed your lips together, the alcohol in your bloodstream causing you to smile, " Can I take you ?"

This time he stopped midway to pull his hand away from the fire. The silence urging you to repeat yourself, " Can I take you to the heart, then? I don't know if that even makes sense but...I'm drunk."

" I can see that."

" I'm drunk and...I love you. You don't have to love me back though, no pressure. I know...it's been hard for you. I just wanted to let it out. That's all."

Even when you're intoxicated, you still try your best to comfort him. Always putting him first, always so selfless, the observation made Simon's eyes drop almost sadly behind the mask. He moved to sit next to you, arm nearly grazing yours.

You both listened to the heap of flames crackle and pop, and a few minutes passed before he turned to you, " I...care about you too."

You let out a laugh, wiping the corners of your eyes to rest your head atop his shoulder, " That's good to know."

That was enough, you thought. You've waited before, and you can wait again. And Simon doesn't pull away.

05| You like to think that crushing on Alejandro is the modern-day equivalent of sending yourself to a death sentence. The colonel always seemed out of reach, untouchable, a faraway dream for you to admire but never live through. You grew frustrated by the day, knowing that the chances of your feelings ever being returned are lower than zero. He was too busy. Too devoted to the city. Too selfless to let himself have a relationship. To make things worse, following her re-appearance, rumors about him and Valeria have circulated the base, haunting you with the worst-case possibility of him being a man still hung up on his war criminal *ex-girlfriend.

You were drowning out your sorrows at a local bar, knowing best to distract yourself with drinks and good company. You were well aware of how chatty you can be when drunk, always the avid storyteller when the alcohol starts to settle. In a few minutes, you have a small group around you, sympathizing with your current predicament. You continued to gush about how much you loved your crush to your new-found friends without noticing that he was behind you the entire time, having come to pick you up after Rodolfo told him you were having a bad day.

" I bet he gets marriage proposals daily! Tias outside his door lined up to match him with their daughters. I can't fucking compete!"

Behind you, Alejandro snorted at the ridiculous statement, shyly scratching the back of his neck and debating where he should stop you or let you continue.

" Oh, life is so fucking painful," You wailed dramatically, earning a chorus of pity and encouragement. You sighed, placing a chin atop your hand, " But I love him. I just wished he feels the same."

" I think you should ask him."

You turned around, briefly wondering why the voice sounded familiar, “Really?"

Alejandro beamed down at you, eyes full of understanding, " Really."

By this point, the crowd had dispersed, busy on their own, parting like ships in the sea. Still too drunk to notice it was him, you scooted closer, " But what if he says no?"

Alejandro played along, dropping his voice to pretend to whisper a secret, " I'm sure he won't, cariño."

The morning after, training got delayed by half an hour because no one in your team could coax you out of your room. ( Price and Simon had to kick the door open. You got toilet duty for a year.)

06 | Rodolfo knew you turn boisterous and loud when you're drunk. He didn't also expect you to suffer from temporary memory loss. You were practically crushing him in your arms, hugging him with your cheek pressed against his.

" I need to tell you a secret, but you cannot tell anyone. Okay?"

Rodolfo nodded dumbly, curious to see where this goes. Nothing could have prepared him for your sudden confession. His neck turned red.

" I think I have a crush on Sargeant Rodolfo Parra. You know the cute second in command? I think I like him a lot. He's always so sweet and so kind to me. Do you know if he happens to have a girlfriend ?"

Realizing that despite the state of intoxication, you were serious with your feelings, Rodolfo decided to play along, " I-I don't think he does."

You gave him a triumphant smirk, patting him on the chest, " That's good intel, soldier."

Rodolfo let out a small laugh, patting your head gently.

" Remember, you're not to tell a single soul. Promise?"

" Promise. Your secret's safe with me, (name)."

" Wait, how do you know my name?"

07| Most days, you feel like choking Graves, but some days, you have to face the fact that you're in love with him. Like an irritating plant by the sidewalk, it's horrifying how quickly he's grown on you. And even after his betrayal, you still find yourself missing him. Not that you'll ever tell anyone.

Once HQ confirmed that he survived the attack and was on the run with his shadow company, you've constantly been checking the radar for his whereabouts, hoping you were discreet enough to lure any suspicion from your teammates. When it comes to Graves, there were a lot of unspoken words inside of you, thoughts and feelings you'll never get to express.

So you decided to drink them away. After your fifth shot, you stared blankly at the empty glasses; situated by the furthest corner of the otherwise lively bar.

" What's a girl like you doing all alone?"

At the voice, your eyes widened. Even drunk, you still recognize the owner. Hell — you could be run over by a tank and you'd still recognize his voice. You raised your head, and there he stood: all smug, and handsome, and alive. As insufferable as it was to see him gloat at you, you started sobbing, happy tears streaming down your face as you pulled him in.

" It's alright now, baby," He chuckled, patting your hair while you babbled incoherently against his shoulder about how much he made you worry. Your tears: staining the crisp, white button-down he wore.

"Did you miss me that much? If I had known, I would've sent you a postcard."

" Just s-shut up and kiss me."

" Yes ma'am."

a/n : order up ! i hope this lived up to your expectations anon <3 thank you for requesting, i had fun writing this, but i am sorry if it ends up being too lengthy for hcs, i tend to get carried away hahaha ! happy holidays and thank you for the sweet compliments 🙈 ( enjoy the meal hehe ) 

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare ii #call of duty imagine #call of duty fanfic #call of duty headcanons #call of duty headcanon #call of duty hc #call of duty hcs #cod imagine #cod imagines #cod hcs #cod hc #cod mw #cod mw22 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon ghost riley x you #simon ghost riley x reader #john price #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #john mactavish x you #captain price #captain jonathan price #captain john price #john price x reader

[djazzyhands]

Hot Chocolate

Finally, the train doors opened. Urged by a cluster of fellow passengers - and quite impatient ones at that - I stumbled onto the platform. My briefcase nearly fell out of my hands, and as more and more people strode past me, I scanned the crowd nervously, hoping to find him soon.

"Over here, love!" I heard a familiar voice call.

I spotted him leaning on a bin, waving at me gingerly. I couldn't help but smile at the sight and made my way through the mass of people gathered on the platform. Once I was within his reach, David pulled me in for a hug and I quite literally fell into his arms, embracing him tightly.

"Missed me?" he chuckled, searching my eyes with his.

"Very much", I nodded, still not letting him go.

David smiled, kissed the top of my head and sighed happily.

"I missed you too" he whispered to my ear.

"D- did you, now?", I yawned, sleepily looking up at him.

"Very much", he smirked.

I chuckled approvingly, trying to stifle yet another yawn.

"Someone's tired", he noticed, his smirk growing wider.

"Not that it surprises me, considering..."

I frowned.

"Considering what?" I questioned him, raising an eyebrow.

"I saw the videos", he explained, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

"The what?! Did they-"

My eyes grew wide as I realised my colleagues had sent him evidence of my inability to stay awake during our four-hour-long meeting today. And undoubtedly another one recording my obnoxiously loud snoring, just before I'd got caught by our CEO. She wasn't the least bit amused to find out I'd slept through her entire presentation...

The shrieks of a nearby train pulled me from my thoughts, bringing my attention back to the smug man in front of me.

"You have no idea how cute you are when you're asleep" David chuckled, booping my nose.

I groaned, hiding my face in his chest, which only made him laugh even more. He was going to tease me with this endlessly, I was sure of it.

"Let's get you home", he suggested as his chuckles subsided, eyes searching mine.

"Before you doze off again and start drooling all over my sweater", he added with a wink, gently grabbing my hand to lead me away from the crowd.

I rolled my eyes fondly, letting him drag me along as we found our way back to the car. He'd parked quite far from the station, but neither of us deemed that troublesome. Instead, we enjoyed our little walk together, watching the last seconds of what had surely been a beautiful sunset. Halfway there, David reached out for my hand again, interlocking our fingers and determined to keep them that way until we reached the car.

"After you", he bowed, holding the door open for me.

"Thank you", I chuckled, utterly charmed.

As I swiftly took a seat, David settled himself behind the wheel but didn't start the car yet, which caught my attention.

"You okay?" I nudged him, eying him thoughtfully.

"Yeah," he nodded quickly, "It's just... "

David shifted in his seat, brushing his thumbs up and down the steering wheel as if to comfort himself.

"I'm sorry, love", he eventually said, glancing up at me.

"For what?" I frowned, meeting his gaze.

"For making fun of you earlier. You must be really tired and that was probably the last thing you needed after such a hard day", he empathised, a guilty look on his face.

My eyes softened and I leaned over, kissing his cheek soothingly.

"It's okay, I know you just wanted to cheer me up", I assured him.

As I pulled back, he smiled, looking at me gratefully.

"What can I do to make it up to you?" he persisted.

"You don't have to..."

David cocked an eyebrow expectantly.

"But... I wouldn't mind getting spoiled a bit" I admitted, earning a grin from him.

"Anything for you, love", he nodded, giving me one last tender look before fixing his eyes on the road again, set on getting us home as fast as possible.

"Here we are", he announced as we finally rolled up the driveway.

He helped me get out of the car, holding the door open and offering his hand while I stepped out. Once again charmed, I chuckled, a slight blush creeping up my cheeks. He was so sweet.

Making my way to the front door, David tapped me on the shoulder and as I turned around to face him, he flashed me a cheeky grin.

"Wha-" I was cut off when he suddenly picked me off my feet, swooping me into his arms and completely catching me off guard.

"What are you doing?!" I yelped, my arms wrapping around his neck.

"Spoiling you", he explained smugly, and I chuckled as he proceeded to carry me inside.

Once we entered the living room, he gently laid me down on the long end of the couch and carefully draped a blanket over me. I immediately snuggled into it, savouring the warm, woolly texture. Scooting over, I expected David to huff down next to me, but after tucking me in, he strode past the sofa, heading for the kitchen instead.

"Where are you going?" I complained, intuitively pouting at the sight of him leaving.

He mumbled something in response, his voice drowned out by a clatter of metal pots and the rumbling sounds of drawers rolling open. That lack of an answer made my curiosity take over, and I was just about to get up and investigate when David popped his head around the corner.

"Hot chocolate for you too, love?"

"With extra marshmallows?" I beamed hopefully.

"With extra marshmallows!" he confirmed, smiling broadly.

While the milk was heating up, he agreed to light the fireplace, filling the room with a soft, comforting glow. I gladly watched from a distance as he hustled about with logs and matches, it was quite entrancing to see him so focused. Once satisfied with the fire, David sauntered back to the kitchen and finished our drinks. Though not without all the customary noises of him getting frustrated, trying to remember where he put certain spoons and whisks, of course. As if his attempts to cook weren't endearing already.

Eventually, he did manage to pour the hot liquid into two cups, sprinkle them with white, fluffy goodness as promised, and set them on the coffee table next to me.

"Thank you", I beamed contently, scooting over so he could join me on the couch.

David, however, decided to crawl behind me instead, pulling me into his lap.

"My pleasure", he kissed the top of my head, wrapping his arms around me.

I hummed approvingly, rested my head against his chest and snuggled deeper in his embrace, suppressing a yawn.

"How was your day?" I wondered after a while, trying to look up at him.

"Busy", he mumbled in response.

"We shot some very emotional scenes this afternoon, and those always demand a lot of energy, from everyone involved", he explained, absently gazing into the fire.

"So you had quite a rough day as well?" I assumed, taking his hands in mine and giving them a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah... I'm glad I'm home", David smiled, eyes shimmering as he looked down at me.

He brought my hands up to his lips and kissed the back of them softly. Closely following his every move, my heart leapt when our gazes met, and as I basked in his attention, he snaked his arms around my waist again, pulling me close.

"What about you?" he murmured to my ear.

"I'm exhausted", I answered, unable to stifle yet another yawn.

"Evidently", he chuckled, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Seems like they really tired you off with their boring presentations, didn't they?"

"Hmmm", I admitted, "I do feel a bit bad about it, she seemed very upset..."

David frowned.

"It's not your fault that she makes such shit PowerPoints", he stated.

"David!" I scolded him, letting out a chuckle.

"What?" he grinned and I rolled my eyes fondly.

"You do know she can fire me now..." I reminded him.

"Nah, she wouldn't dare, you're way too good at what you do", he reassured me, lifting his head to kiss my shoulder soothingly.

"Yeah?" I mumbled, hopefully looking up at him.

"Absolutely", he nodded, eyes gleaming with sincerity.

Gazing at me so intently, he managed to comfort me with a mere simple look, something only he could do. It was nearly impossible to disagree with him when he looked at me with those big brown eyes, and soon enough I relaxed in his arms again, no longer worried about unforgiving CEO's or the consequences of PowerPoint-snoozing.

"I'm so lucky with you", I sighed happily.

"And so am I", David smirked, leaning over to place a gentle kiss on my temple.

His slight stubble tickled my skin and I let out a chuckle, in doing so, glancing to the side briefly, noticing our still steaming cups of hot chocolate. I'd nearly forgotten about those. As he pulled back, David followed my gaze and smiled once he realised what I was looking at.

"Think they've cooled down enough?" he grinned.

"There's only one way to find out!"

I shook off my blanket excitedly, sat up straight and tried to reach for the drinks. Quite pathetically, it turned out. My arm was at least ten inches too short to touch the side of the table, let alone the cups. Luckily for me, David swiftly came to my aid. After loosely stretching out an arm, he easily grabbed both mugs, resting them on his thigh.

"Here you go", he grinned, handing me a drink.

I smiled and accepted the mug greedily, clutching it with both hands. It had the perfect temperature, I concluded. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, taking in the sweet scent of chocolate.

"That smells very promising", I praised him.

"Yeah?" he beamed proudly.

"Hmmm..." I nodded, bringing the mug to my lips with a grin.

"Still have to taste it, though..."

"Oi!" David huffed, raising an eyebrow offendedly. 

I let out a snort, nearly spilling the hot liquid as he eyed me expectantly, waiting for me to try the beverage, hoping that it would prove me wrong. 

"Go on then", he urged me, nodding at the drink in my hand.

I chuckled at his impatience and complied, carefully taking a sip from the cup.

I was quite surprised to find it had such a smooth texture and was equally baffled at its rich flavour. Though the drink was sweet, a hint of bitterness added to the versatility of its palate and I had to admit, I absolutely loved it. 

"Well?" David tried carefully.

I looked up at him, catching a hopeful glance.

"It's quite good actually", I nodded, smiling as he let out a relieved sigh.

"So, it turned out alright?"

He shifted on the couch to face me. 

"Oh, it's more than alright, David", I assured him, placing my cup on the floor next to me.

He frowned, eying me curiously as I scooted closer and cupped his face. I pulled him down to kiss his forehead softly, his eyes widening, but as soon as my lips grazed his skin, he seemed to melt a little, beaming brightly. Pulling back, I chuckled softly. He was glowing with pride. I couldn't help but smile back at him and before I had the chance to withdraw completely, he covered my hands with his, rubbing the back of them with his thumbs. He glanced up and when our eyes met, he let out a snicker, gently bumping his nose against mine.

"You know.."

He shot me a mischievous grin.

"If it's really that good, I think I'd like a taste", he smirked teasingly, glancing at my lips. 

Slowly wrapping his hands around my waist, he pulled me in closer and locked our eyes again, his gaze intense, yet soft as he lingered there for a moment, breath hitching in my throat. As my cheeks started to flush - I simply couldn't help it - he finally gave in, gently pressing his lips to mine. My hands travelled up his chest, gripping his sweater as he picked me up and pulled me in his lap, deepening our kiss. With his arms snaked around me protectively, I practically melted in his embrace and he noticed, forming a sly grin as he pulled back reluctantly. 

"You're right," he smirked, his hands trailing up my sides.

 "Delicious..."

I rolled my eyes, cheeks glowing fervently. He could be such a tease sometimes. David let out a chuckle, cupping my face in both hands before kissing me again.

"I love you", he mumbled against my lips.

"I love you too", I smiled, pulling back a little.

Brushing a thumb along my cheek, David gazed at me adoringly, his eyes darting across my face until they landed on the cup of hot chocolate still on the floor.   

"Think your drink might be getting a wee cold", he frowned thoughtfully.

Once my eyes caught sight of the cup, I leaned to the side and reached for it, successfully this time. Sitting back up, hands wrapped around the mug, I glanced behind him. 

"So is yours, it seems" I grinned, nodding at the coffee table.

"My-?"

David turned his head, eying his cup curiously. He'd clearly forgotten about it too. Pleasantly surprised, he stretched out, grasped the mug eagerly and picked it off the table. 

"Cheers", he smirked, facing me again.

"Cheers", I beamed, clinking our cups together. 

While David took a big swig of his drink, I turned to rest my head against his chest again, snuggling up in his lap. 

"Warm enough?" he wondered as he looked down at me, resting the mug back on his knee. 

Without waiting for a reply, he reached out for the blanket I'd carelessly discarded earlier and pulled it over the both of us, wrapping an arm around me comfortingly. 

"Now I am", I smiled. 

Glancing up, I chuckled as I noticed the chocolate milk moustache covering his upper lip. With a swift flick of his tongue, however, it disappeared. 

"Ahw", I pouted, "I liked that on you." 

David let out a snort and took another sip, leaving the moustache on this time. 

"Better?" 

I nodded approvingly, taking one more gulp myself and thereby copying his new look. Rolling his eyes fondly, he pulled me a little closer, and with a satisfied grin on his face, he rested his gaze on the fire in front of us.

"David?" I whispered after a while.

"Hmmm?" he mumbled. 

"I'm really tired..." I started and I let out a yawn, emphasising how sleepy I was. 

"Oh?" he cocked an eyebrow. 

He glanced down at me fondly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. He already knew where this was going. 

"Would you mind if I..." I trailed off, my thumb tracing the rim of my cup.

David leaned over to kiss my temple soothingly.

"Fell asleep on you?", he finished my sentence and I smiled sheepishly.

Placing his hands on mine, he took the cup from my grasp and set it on the coffee table next to him.

"Alright, love. I'll carry you upstairs" he reassured me, snickering as I let out a satisfied purr, pulling the blanket a little higher and making myself comfortable in his lap, burying my face in his sweater.

"Thank you", I mumbled to his chest.

"Well, I did promise to spoil you tonight, didn't I?", he grinned, gently running his fingers through my hair.

"Hmmm", I agreed, eyes already drooping.

Feeling safe in his arms, I was finally able to let go of everything, and knowing that he'd take care of me, I drifted off to sleep.

Noticing my quiet snores, David looked down at me and let out a soft chuckle.

"Good night, love" he whispered sweetly.

Leaning over, he carefully pressed a loving kiss to my forehead, pulling me tighter to his chest. I stirred a little, muttering something that slightly resembled his name and with a soft smile on his face, he rested his chin on my head contently, watching as the once roaring fire turned to nothing but a heap of smouldering ashes. 

#david tennant #oneshot #fanfiction #david tennant x reader #fluff

[gimmethatagustd]

Hi love!!! Can I request a drabble with ''did we just kiss?" + '' holy shit—that was awesome!" from the third prompt list (or just either of them if you're limiting how many promots are in each request since you said you'd try to keep it to 1K which is epic!) I'd really like some Jungkook fluff and a lil humor if possible 🙈

YOURE GONNA DO AMAZING I CAN'T WAIT TO READ ALL YOUR MILESTONE REQUESTS!! ❤️❤️ (let me know if I get to send more than one bc I saw a few other promts I liked 👉👈)

Love youuuu!!!

KISS ME MORE | JJK

It’s not just Jungkook’s rigorous boxing lesson that’s making your heart beat fast. 

» pairing: boxer!jungkook x reader

» genre: BTS | PG-15 | fluff | best friends to lovers

» wc/date: 1.7k | July 2022

» warnings: none

» notes: lol i clearly couldn’t follow my own 1k rule. but i hope you enjoy, lovely mindy! it was cute to write 🥰 

» masterlist | ao3 | send me ur thots 👅

» what was jai listening to? cinema - cix

“Come on, if you wanna kick my ass, you’ve gotta try harder!” 

Sweat made the hand wraps twisted around your hands chafe your wrists beneath the heavy boxing gloves, but you couldn’t mention it to your sparring partner. The loud, giddy “I told you so” he’d hurl at you would be too much for you to bear. You clearly hadn’t tightened the wraps as well as you should have. His expert eye noticed from the very beginning, even when you insisted it was fine. 

You brushed your forearm against your forehead to wipe away a few beads of sweat along your hairline. How was Jungkook bouncing from left to right on his toes with all the energy of a child at an amusement park? You were dying. 

“What is wrong with you?” You leaned backwards, gloved hands pressed to your hips, as you tried to catch your breath. “Can you give me, like, two seconds?” 

He flashed you a toothy grin, the action making crow’s feet appear at his bright eyes. 

“No way, girlfriend.” God, you hated it when he called you that. He sounded like an uncool mom from the early 2000’s. “In a fight, will your opponent give you a break? Do you think they’ll pity you? Nope! They’ll knock you on your ass.” 

He punched at the air a few times, demonstrating his sharp upperhook. 

“Jungkook, when will I ever be in a fight?” You straightened your back and lifted your wobbly arms up to make your gloves level with your face. Maybe you shouldn’t have skipped breakfast. 

He shook his head, flipping his sweaty bangs out of his face, and you swore you felt your limbs turn to jelly. Every day was the same shit, it just looked different. You could feed yourself excuses until you were sick. You were tired, lacked proper nourishment, didn’t take your vitamins. You were stressed, bloated, merely having an “off” day. If stuffing yourself full of thinly-veiled justifications for why your best friend made your stomach twist into knots every time he looked at you was a sin, then you were Queen of Gluttony. 

“You never know! With that mouth of yours…” The wink he sent you was Cupid’s bow shot straight into your heart. 

“Oh shut up, I’m ready.” 

Satisfied with your submission, Jungkook lifted his hands sporting the trainer punch mitts. The first time you’d trained with him you were so worried about hurting him that you barely tapped against his hands. His biceps rippled as he flexed his wrists, presenting the flattened side of the mitts for you to punch into. The t-shirt he wore had the sleeves and armpits ripped out, the holes running down his sides to expose his toned chest and abs when he moved to the side. You licked your lips and shuddered at the salty taste of sweat on them. 

Jungkook’s mitted hand flew out to boop you on the forehead, then quickly snapped back before you even processed what happened. 

“I know I’m cute, but pay attention!” 

The heat that flooded your face had nothing to do with working out. You planted your feet on the floor of the boxing ring and cocked your head to the side to crack your neck. Maybe a part of you thought you looked a little bit badass, but Jungkook quickly knocked you back to reality. He managed to hit you again, this time on the shoulder. 

“You need to loosen up. Be quicker on your feet.” 

“You wish you were as quick as me.” You gave him a little hop like he’d been doing before, your tongue stuck out in a violent point, nose scrunched. “When Muhammad Ali said ‘float like a butterfly, sting like a bee’ he was talking about me.” 

“Oh really?” 

Another boop to your head and you were starting to get annoyed. 

“Jeon Jungkook, I was not ready. That doesn’t count.” 

There was no mercy for you in those doe eyes sparkling in the fluorescent lighting of the boxing studio. Jungkook’s eyes crinkled as he chuckled a bunny-tooth laugh, getting far too much enjoyment out of your weakness. 

“Okay, okay, how about this. Do you remember the routine we did on Tuesday? I’ll wait for you to advance first.” 

You nodded, biting the inside of your cheek. You absolutely did not remember the routine from Tuesday, but at this point you couldn’t just say that. Another boop to the forehead was definitely in your future if you admitted you’d forgotten such precious knowledge. You were just going to have to make it up.

With a deep inhale, you released air from puckered lips and charged forward. In your head, you had this really fantastic image of you flying through the air with your fist strong and your elbow laxed, the strands of your hair whipping out of your ponytail, a true Valkyrie on a mission. It was rather glorious, flying through the clouds like a warrior of female empowerment, taking down the man.

Keyword, image. 

In reality? Your left sneaker slid against a glistening spot on the floor of the ring where you’d accidentally spilled some of your water bottle. Your body lurched forward, the heaviness of your boxing gloves making you top heavy. You were all limbs as you collided with Jungkook, and since neither of you had fingers to grab onto anything, you landed with a hard thud on the floor. If it wasn’t embarrassing enough that the skin of your sweaty legs was now sticking to the skin of Jungkook’s sweaty legs, you felt like you were going to pass out. There was no talking yourself out of this one, though, because the reason was very clear. 

You’d landed with your mouth smashed against Jungkook’s, with your teeth clinking together and noses squished into each other. Not only was it terrifying, but it was unattractive, and slightly painful? The universe took away your Valkyrie fantasy, and your kissing Jungkook fantasy, too. All in a matter of seconds. 

Horrified, you quickly tried to push yourself off of him, but Jungkook slung a heavy arm over your waist to hold you against his chest. 

“Did we just… kiss?” 

“Uhhh… no, no way. I just almost broke our front teeth.” Why wasn’t he letting you go? 

“Nah, I think we did. We totally did.” Jungkook leaned his head back on the floor and stared up at you with a grin. “We should do it again.” 

“What?” you croaked out, wiggling a bit in his embrace. He had to be joking, right? He was fucking with you. 

“Aren’t you supposed to listen to me as your trainer?” Jungkook reached up to boop you in the forehead again. “Kiss me again.” 

The intensity with which he stared at you made you want to shy away from him, but Jungkook held you firmly in place. Thankfully, he closed his eyes and you were able to look him straight in the face without feeling uncharacteristically shy. That is, until he puckered his lips at you. 

“Oh my god, Jungkook, stop teasing me.” 

The grin reappeared, though he kept his eyes closed. “I’m waiting.” 

With your heart somersaulting in your chest and your head reeling, you did the one thing you thought you’d been safe to fantasize about because it would never happen. 

The kiss was chaste, just as gently hesitant as when you punched Jungkook during your first day of training. He let out a soft sigh once your lips finally moved against his in a chaste dance. The sound startled you, half expecting Jungkook to throw you off of him rather than hum in satisfaction. That sweet sound was what made reality knock you in the head and you quickly pulled away. 

“Holy shit, that was awesome!” Jungkook tightened his grip on your waist and lifted the two of you into a sitting position. 

He ripped the mitts off of his hands, tossing them to the side. With his fingers free, he slid his hands along your cheeks, eyes roaming your face with a softness you could barely look into. He brought his face to yours again, chasing another gentle kiss with lips that were uncertain of where they belonged. The two of you fumbled over your movements and you found yourself smiling. The action made your teeth clink together once again, and Jungkook pulled away laughing. 

“You just wiped all your sweat from your hand wraps all over my face,” you blurted out, nerves shaking you to your core. What were you supposed to say?? Your best friend was willingly making out with you! 

Jungkook reached out to remove your gloves. You wiggled your fingers, thankful for the cool air running through them. But before you could truly appreciate the freedom, Jungkook grabbed your hands and pressed them to his cheeks. He really rubbed them in, squishing his cheeks to make his lips pucker and pout. 

“Now we’re even,” he said with a grin and finally let go. Snatching up his mitts, Jungkook stood up and held out his hand to you. When you pressed your wrapped hand into his, you felt your entire soul melt. 

“I guess we are.” You gave him a soft smile as you brushed yourself off. You had a tiny scrape on your knee from falling, but otherwise the only thing damaged was your ability to stay relaxed in front of your best friend.  

“Do you… want to go home...” Jungkook brought his hand up to ruffle his sweaty hair, looking at you through long lashes. “With me?” 

You squeezed the gloves against your chest and watched Jungkook carefully. “Only if you promise not to make me box anymore today.” 

A smile replaced the insecurity he had painted on his face. His arm, yet again, swooped out to boop you on the head with one of the mitts. Using one of your gloves, you swatted at him in response. “Is that a yes??”

Jungkook jabbed you on one side, then the other, until you were curled inward and doing your best to defend yourself with your beat up gloves. “Jungkook!” 

“Only if you give me another kiss.” 

Seemed like an easy exchange to you.

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#drabble request #kmm #parkdatjimin #mindy💞 #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts #bts x reader #bts x you #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #bts fluff #bts fanfic #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jai writes #gimmethatagustd #milestone drabbles

[hotxcheeto]

━ 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ( 𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐏𝐓. 𝟐 )

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams  x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, mentions of sex and hookups, stressful day,

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - this part is sucky but it's the transition part between the next chapter which is already being written ;) but enjoy this nonsense for the time being.

𝗔𝗨 - Modern !

PREV | NEXT

☾ ONE NIGHT STAND MASTERLIST ☽

The day had come and gone, then the next and you were waking up for work, smacking your alarm clock with a very grumpy looking expression.

You had slowly began to forget about her, knowing her only as a good hookup to your friends, one of your favorites to yourself.

Getting dressed, you stared at yourself in the mirror, her marks having basically disappeared. Outfit professional and a bit extra from top to bottom hopefully to tear away your coworkers eyes from how tired you looked.

But each time you walked out into that hallway by your front door you remembered her and how she'd broken a little decorative cat you had on that table that you and to clean up and throw out that morning.

'Meow' You smiled as Poppy jumped up onto the kitchen counter, purring and snuggling into your jacket-clad arm. "Hey baby, morning chubs." You began to pet her head feeling her pushing against your fingers and palm. Meowing again.

"I'll be back soon, then we can spend the entire night watching The Walking Dead together, m'kay?" She meowed once more, walking along the rest of the granite countertop to jump onto the fridge.

"Don't get into anything while I'm gone young lady." She meowed. "I love you to." You gave her boop as you walked off and back into the entrance. Gathering yourself.

You can do this.

"Geez you look like you got curb stomped." Was the first thing you heard when walking into your office. Turning around to see your assistant, and friend, hanging in the doorway. "Thanks Mia. Always a way with words." The sarcastic words made her laugh, watching you set your coffee down on your glass desk and took off your jacket to hang on the back of your chair.

"Anything important today?" "A meeting, at eleven. Mr. 'Stick up his ass' will be there." You groaned, collapsing back into your office chair.

"Really? I was hoping they'd make it for tomorrow. I look like shit." Mia snorted walking closer to you with a shrug. "Not that bad, just maybe apply a bit more concealer." She made a move with her hands signaling a little bit, grimacing with her face before harshly turning around.

"I'll be off now, email me all your scraps so I can do the dirty work." "Keep talking like that and I'll fire you." You winked at her. "Ha. Ha. So funny, that joke is like three weeks too old." "Mm, won't be when you're standing outside in the rain holding a box of your desk trinkets." "Love you too Y/n."

She shut the door behind her, the blinds tapping against the door from the force.

With a large sigh you rested your head in your hands with a groan. Praying today would go by faster, so fast that you'd forget you were even at work.

But the meeting having come up only made you dread leaving the room at all. Glancing at the clock on your wall.

9:39

There was never enough mental preparation that could've been done for a meeting, especially with your boss of all people. You only prepped yourself up to want to fall asleep the entire time, taking a large drink of your coffee.

You can do this, today won't be terrible.

Well shit, today was already terrible.

You all but stomped out of the office room, getting the author accepted after nearly an hour of arguing back and forth with your boss.

Hurrying over to the water machine and slamming the cup underneath it.

"That bad?" Mia's voice came from behind you. "He's gonna see the profit we bring in from this. He doesn't understand the demographic of teenage girls that will eat that stuff up. The profit and exposure will be amazing, all thanks to me."

You chugged the water and tossed the paper cup into the trash can beside you.

"Well, the entire office knows you'd be a better boss, if that helps." "Mm, if only." You took a breath and held your head, closing your eyes while Mia smiled. "You did good." "Thank you but God he just really makes you want to–" You made a strangling motion with your hands.

Mia laughed but hurried to cover her mouth.

"I gotta go." "Alright, well, don't kill anyone on your way back." Humming you turned around. "I'll try not to."

You walked back to your office, falling back onto the chair and staring out the glass wall. You could see the front of the firm from there, just past the plants in front of the window.

Most of it was glass an open, modern, as your boss would describe it.

You hated it.

Especially when you seen someone you knew walk through those doors. Eyes going wide and your heart seeming to stop. You could barely keep her out of your mind in the past forty-eight hours and yet there she was.

Ellie.

You panicked, hurrying to look away.

This day could not get any worse but it was definitely looking that way.

You pretended she wasn't there, grabbing the moment of peace that you got before having to log back onto your computer and actually work.

What you really wanted to do was scream and tear everything in the room apart, instead resting your forehead against your palms. Looking through the glass of the desk at your legs, moving your feet back and forth.

"You've gotta be kidding me."

Hopefully she'd be gone when you looked back up.

A small knock at the open door made you squeeze your eyes shut.

"What is it now Mia?" You looked up only to be met with a familiar set of eyes, eyes you'd last seen two days ago that were a lot darker then.

"Names not Mia, but I do have something to talk about."

"Ellie, right?" You managed to say, despite how nervous you felt. The girl you couldn't get off your mind now standing right in the doorway.

"Ooo, that was cold." You laughed. "So was leaving with a half-assed goodbye." She put her hands up and made a face. "Guilty."

"So, mind telling me why you're in here, and should I be considering a restraining order?" She laughed.

"Not a stalker, my roommate is giving some papers over. Seen you through the glass and I wanted to take the chance, I guess."

"She's the one taking over Mia, wanting to start as an assistant?" Ellie nodded and crossed her arms, looking at your wall decorations and certificates.

"Yeah."

"Mm. Then me and her will be seeing a lot more of each other."

You looked down at your hands, avoiding the awkward quietness of the room and her eyes knowing she was watching you.

"I guess.. I wanted to say sorry, even though you probably don't care. Mostly because I liked you.. and I can't stop thinking about it. I was gonna go back, and if I seen you I guess... ask for forgiveness?" She admitted with a laugh, shaking her head while you slowly glanced up at her.

"It was a hookup, you did what everyone else did." She nodded. "I know but... it's stupid I shouldn't of came in here."

She went to leave, but you stopped her.

"Wait. It was just a hookup, but it's like it's itching at my brain. So I get it, but you have to make it up to me now." She raised an eyebrow at this. "Oh yeah?" "You don't get to dine and dash, that's illegal and frankly, a bit rude." You intertwined your fingers and sat back, watching a smirk appear on her lips.

"You make a good argument." She laughed.

"It's weird right? I mean it was a one night stand." Ellie shrugged. "It's fate." She winked while you giggled, looking away from her. "Maybe." You grabbed your notepad, scribbling down something as her roommate called for her.

"Here." You handed her the small piece of paper. "Make it up to me." "Will do." She took the paper and looked at it before tucking it into her pocket.

"Maybe it is fate, but it was good to see you. And know that I wasn't a terrible fuck." Ellie laughed. "Yeah, that's definitely not the case." "Oh really?"

Ellie disappeared out the door after her roomate called for her once more. Watching her leave from out the front window.

"Holy fuck."

Mia then appeared at the door. "What did she want?"

"Someone that just made today a lot better."

#ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie the last of us #ellie #ellie tlou #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams imagine #tlou part 2 #tlou x reader #tlou 2 #tlou #the last of us 2 #the last of us part 2 #the last of us part ii #the last of us #nevy writes

[thedawningofthehour]

I know I keep saying that! But I don't know what else to say, after the end of book 2 I had kind of hoped Draxum wouldn't hurt Raph only to get punched straight in the pancreas a chapter later. It's just...fuck.

Thank goodness for people discussing chapter details in the comments, I was so blinded by my anger towards Draxum that I think I missed several interesting ones.

1- So, if I understood correctly. Long distance portals consume more time and resources as opposed to short distance portals. That reminds me so much of a fic I read a while back about Leo making a mess around with his portals while Draxum and the others are like:

"What do you mean you don't need to draw runes for your portals?"

"What do you mean you don't have a portal license?"

"What do you mean you've never been trained!"

"What do you mean Paris!!!"

" HOW IN THE HELL YOU'RE NOT DEAD?!"

I would like yo find that fic again.

It would have been interesting to see Draxum's reaction to this considering what a crucial advantage fast transportation tends to be in, well, a lot of things, especially conflicts like war.

2- will we see Mikey throw a ship like in the beginning of season 2?

3- is there a chance to see Savage Raph?

Ding ding ding! Portals are pretty intense magic and are more draining/difficult to do the farther you go, as well as how long it's up for and the amount of mass passing through it. Draxum can boop around NYC pretty easily because he's a high level mage with a long of mana or whatever we're calling your magic meter in this universe, and he's been practicing for literally centuries. But even then, he isn't portalling to go take a piss or grab a snack from the pantry. It's still draining, and if he dips around too much he will deplete his mana supply. Stationary portals between two fixed locations are much more energy efficient and secure, but all portals that go farther than 'somewhere in upstate NY' have been closed by now. Draxum would eventually open international portals back up, but it would be a very intensive undertaking and it would be dangerous to do if the area the were portalling to was at risk of being retaken.

Leo-well, Leo does have his magic sword, which does a lot of heavy lifting in the relationship. But Leo is also a genuine savant. He's completely self-taught and picks up portalling, this extremely intensive and dangerous form of magic, just like that. Like, two years and he's portal-chopping alien spaceships. Draxum hates him but also kind of wants to put him under a microscope.

(shit like portalling his brothers to Tahiti or himself to Paris doesn't draw on his own power as much because it was unintentional and the sword chose it more than he did, and that makes sense in this magic system because I say it does)

I'm gonna say no, with the closer to realism take I'm going with in this fic I don't think it would make sense to have Mikey throw ships or buildings. I don't think that would work in a written medium without it coming off as silly.

And I'm not going to answer the last one.

#doth asks

[katietinkerportfolio]

The Adventures of Finn and Eddie Part 8

Finn now stayed as close to Bernard as possible, without getting in the way (which he still often did). Bernard didn't mind though, it was better than the little reindeer going missing. It was whilst Finn was keeping particularly close quarters that a bubbly gurgling sound broke the silence.

"Hey Creme? Any mushrooms available? I'm a little peckish." Silence. "Creme?" The group froze, where was the little guy?

"He never normally leaves my head!" Bernard panicked, beginning to lead the group back the way they'd come. They moved so fast, it was only Finn's young ears that heard distant giggling and a conversation between two high pitched voices. He stopped, forgetting his recent need to stick close to Bernard. Pinpointing the voices, Finn headed towards them, picking his way carefully through the undergrowth. When he was too far from the path to easily find his way back, the voices stopped and so did Finn. He looked around, hoping to spot their origin.

"Oh! It's you!" exclaimed a voice somewhere above in the trees. Finn looked up to see a very happy Creme and a fluffy sphere with large eyes, many legs and pincers. He gulped, turning his haunches rapidly so he was facing Creme and his new friend.

"Bernard. Bernard is looking for you. We all are...Were." Finn paused, this new friend of Cremes looked cute, but also like they'd bite if you looked at them wrong. "Who is your new friend?" he asked, plucking up the courage.

"This is Aracoat. She's so fluffy!" Creme squeaked with delight. Aracoat pulled some fluff up to hide her face at this introduction, which made him squeak again. Without warning, Aracoat rolled off the branch she shared with Creme, descending her spherical fluffy body to come to a rest just in front of Finn.

"So you're Finn...hold on." In her excitement to meet Finn, Aracoat had lowered herself down facing the wrong way. She waved her legs in an attempt to turn around, but without success. Finn, enveloped in the sweetness of this rather large spiderish creature, gave Aracoat a gentle nudge, spinning her to face him. "Thank you. That was a little embarrassing."

"Er, don't worry about it." offered Finn. Aracoat smiled, well Finn thought she did. "Happens to the best of us, er, getting turned around I mean.

"Hehe, I also have a terrible sense of direction, except when I'm snowling." she admitted. Aracoat looked at Finn's confused face with an equal confusion. "Oh! Snowling. My fluff is the only reason I can still be out during the winter and rolling is the easiest way to travel across snow for me. I've taken to calling it snowling." she explained with glee.

Finn nodded in agreement, he supposed it made sense, though rolling sounded like a very disorienting experience. Past his initial fear, Finn, overcome by curiosity, nuzzled Aracoats fluffy body.

"Eee! That tickles." exclaimed Aracoat. Finn withdrew in apology. "Hehe, it's fine gets me every time." she smiled, hugging her fluff happily.

"Finn? Is that you?" Out of the bushes came Bernard, Eddie and Eddie's mother, all panting from trying to keep up with Bernard's frantic search. "It is, thank goodness!" Creme let out a squeak. "And you found Creme. Excellent." All panic forgotten. Bernard's eyes lit up. "Who may I ask is this adorable ball of fluff?" In true Bernard fashion, he got a little too close and ended up booping Aracoat slightly, sending her swinging.

"Weeee." Slowly Aracoat came to a stop just in front of Bernard's nose. Extending a leg, Aracoat introduced herself, shaking Bernard's offered claw enthusiastically.

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Chapter 10: Stinky

Chapter 9 | Masterlist | Chapter 11 | Words: 1,992

Nat's POV

I woke up feeling heavier than normal, then I looked down to see the beautiful y/h/c girl laying on my chest. Her lips were slightly parted, hair messily splayed out, and her nose would occasionally scrunch—cute. She was tangled up in me and I felt all the stress in my body melting away. Then last night came back and I felt embarrassed, she tried to leave and I held her hostage all because I wanted to cuddle.

"Good morning Natty." She rasps out with her surprisingly hot morning voice which had the ability to pull me out of my paranoia.

"You're soft, much better than my pillows."

Y/N abruptly says, cutting my greeting off.

"Thank you... You're warm, maybe I'll keep you as my new blanket." I reply.

"Can I tell you something else...?" She asks me nervously.

"Depends.." I reply with a quirked brow.

"Well, you snore, but it's actually quite adorable." She giggles while trying to

run—roll—away.

"Not so fast detka." I growl playfully before straddling her and tickling her until she's almost blue in the face.

"Take it back."

"Fine. It's not adorable..." She pants out.

"Thank —."

"It's cute." She interrupts with a deep laugh and a boop to my nose.

"I'm not cute." I whine.

"Yeah, I guess not. You are beautiful though." She proclaims while looking up at me with sincere eyes and the most beautiful smile.

I could feel the blush rising to my cheeks, and I was doing my best to fight off a grin.

"Well you're stinky. " I laugh out.

What the hell Natasha...

She slaps my arm and pushes me off trying to play mad.

"That's not very nice." She faux whines.

The room went silent for a second, we were just laying side by side.

"Well, I'm going to shower, I'll see you later." She abruptly says, and goes to escape.

I grip her wrist trying to pull her back down.

"No wait... I didn't say I was done with my blanket." I whine.

"Well apparently your blanket is stinky so I have to go." She says as she walks out my door.

Well, maybe I misread and she's not just fake mad...

Y/N's POV

That was hilarious, she was a flustered mess, which made me realize this is not necessarily all one sided. She also had no idea how to react, so she playfully insulted me, and now she thinks I'm offended.

I really did feel like taking a shower so I hopped in. I turned on the playlist of "essential" hits Nat made for me so I could, as she says, catch up with the world. As I was rinsing my body off I kept hearing the music cut out, but I'm not too tech savvy so I just accepted the remix.

I got out wrapping myself in my towel and decided I'd try this skincare stuff that Nat and Wanda insisted I use. I recently found out I hate makeup, as Wanda applied it to me last week and it felt too heavy... I already forgot what these things are so I guess this phone can help me find a routine.

Wanda's POV

*Knock* *Knock*

It's only 5AM...

"Whoever it is you have three seconds to run before I throw you..." I growl towards the door.

"Wanda... It's me." Nat quietly announces.

I roll my eyes, but based on her somber tone, I flick my wrist, thus opening the door. She immediately runs in and locks my door, then jumps in bed next to me.

"Oh Nat, what's wrong?"

"I'm an idiot." She mumbles

"Well yeah, but what happened?" I say trying to lighten the mood.

"Look." She grumbles and points to her brain.

After about five minutes of uncontrollable laughter, and multiple jabs to my ribs I finally calm down.

"I was right, you are an idiot! She gave you googly eyes and called you beautiful, then you repay her with an insult." I laugh out

"Then there's the fact that you're a spy who can't even tell if she's actually mad or not. You got it bad Romanoff." I continue.

"You're not being very helpful." She whines.

"She's not mad Nat, but I'm sure she's a little sad you didn't say at least one nice thing back. You're such a good flirt, a natural even on missions, but you're clearly hopeless when it counts."

"Well yeah, those people are meaningless, it's just a game of cat and mouse. She's different, not fragile like glass per se, but delicate like a flower. I don't want to be the pesticide that destroys her."

"Wow, you're just as bad at analogies and speeches. Remind me to write your vows when you eventually find a way to convince her to marry you. Please don't say anything like that to her, it just sounds wrong. I understand your sentiment though, and trust me Nat when I say I don't think you'd hurt her. For now, go to her and just be your normal flirty self. Go take her breakfast or something you know she likes. Just get out so I can sleep."

"You're right, thank you Wands. See you and Rogers at 9AM for the mission overview." Nat rushes out with a kiss to my cheek.

"I'm always right." I mumble while shutting the door as she ran out nearly knocking her over.

Y/N's POV

I finally finished with these products, I think being all wrinkly might just be better. I walked into my room in my towel, preparing to get dressed.

"Jesus. Fuck. Nat, what are you doing here?"

I shriek as my towel started to fall, but I caught it just in time.

Nat's POV

"Well it appears I arrived just in time for the show." I rasp out giving her an obvious up and down, and ending it with an intense bout of eye contact.

She tries to remain stone faced, but her resolve began to crumble, and she looked down to avoid me seeing her blush.

"Oh no, no! If you don't want me at my stinky, you don't get me at my -um- smell good!" She asserts with a finger pointed at the door. The smile slowly creeping onto her face was contradicting her words.

"It's okay detka, I'll just cover my eyes." I say, covering my eyes, but purposefully opening my fingers so my right eyes is visible and giving her a shit eating grin.

"No, you little perv. Stand out there and wait. I'll let you back in when I'm ready." She laughs out trying to contain her blushing cheeks while shoving me out, then locking the door.

"Oh, you're no fun! A locked door?" I jokingly whine.

*I said flirt, not try to jump into bed with her. Dial it back*

*Go back to bed sleeping beauty, and mind your business. This was not the intention, but at least I got my mojo back*

Nosy little witch!

*I heard that.*

*Get out*

Y/N's POV

I realize now that the remixed music was actually missed texts.

*Are you mad?*

*I didn't mean to offend you 🥺*

*I thought I was being funny*

*I have a solution ... Pancakes!*

*I'll meet you in your room detka!*

Well nearly seeing me naked seems to have calmed her nerves, and has now done the opposite for me.

"I'm starving, let me in!" Nat whines through the door.

"It's been 60 seconds! Give me at least a few minutes."

"Two! You get two minutes before I break in." She 'asserts'

"Unreasonable but fine." I laugh.

I decide I need to get the upper hand here, as she's still in her PJ's—which means nothing because she's still gorgeous— so now I have to pick out a stunning outfit.

*Look in the closet. Pick one of the dresses I got you from the mall*

*Wanda, what the hell?!*

*She woke me up freaking out, so now I'm invested.*

*Glad to know I'm not the only one freaking out.*

*You two are hopeless idiots and now I'm intrigued. Now pick!*

*Fine, a dress is on. Goodbye now Wands.*

*Good choice. Bye bye bestie. Don't mess this up.*

I take a deep breath, then I shout out

"Come in little perv!!"

She rushes in, and then stops dead in her tracks to get a good look at me. I do my best to stand tall, and to not crumble under her gaze.

"The dress, wow, you look gorgeous detka. I still think the towel was better.." She smoothly gets out, while sending me her signature smirk.

"Now, the nickname, it's got to go." She asserts

"Well you literally just told me the towel was better, so the nickname..." I start but stop as her gaze intensifies, and she slowly approaches me.

"Listen, it's a compliment detka... You literally made a towel look good." She breathes out, and reaches her hands out to grip my shoulders.

I chuckle in response, reach up to grab her hand and pull her over to my bed.

"Let's eat!" I shout.

She grabs the singular plate of pancakes and cuts a few pieces up. Then she lifts a fork up and waits for me to open my mouth. While keeping our eyes locked, I do as she wishes. Then I reach up and slowly transfer the fork from her hand to mine.

"Mm.. Thank you Natty." I squeal, and then shove my fork down and get another bite.

The room falls silent while we just enjoy the pancakes and strawberries.

Nat's POV

"I'm sorry I called you stinky..." I suddenly state while looking down , breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen around us.

"It's fine, I promise. I was never actually mad.

I just let you think I was, a bit of reverse psychology, and now I have a beautiful woman in my bed and pancakes." She nonchalantly states, like she didn't send me into a full blown panic spiral.

"Well now who's the rude one." I grumble with a scowl and a pout etched onto my face.

"Yeah, well at least I'm no longer the stinky one." She laughs out, while insinuating that I'm now the stinky one.

"Take it back." I growl as I tackle her

"Natty, you need a shower. Don't transfer your filth onto me." She whines

I just smile down at her, then suddenly drop my body onto hers, essentially trapping her.

"You're quite comfy." I say while wrapping my arms around her, and placing my face into the crook of her neck.

"Yeah, and you're warm..." She chuckles, then tightly wraps her arms around me to secure me into a hug.

"Now get off, this dress is too nice to be wrinkled and we have a meeting in two hours, so go shower." She demands, placing a kiss to the side of my forehead, and going to release me.

"One more minute." I whine, making her put her arms back around me.

Then I find that I actually stay there for another ten minutes, with no actual plans on moving. Then I feel myself being abruptly lifted .. Super strength is definitely intact as she just sat us up and carried me out of her room and all the way to the bathroom.

"Shower. I'll drop off your suit. I'll see you for the mission at 9AM Nat. " she states, and walks off towards my room.

She turns around and sends me back a reassuring smile, making me feel calm, and like I actually didn't mess this all up.

*Good job, you did it. So proud! I'm actually on the verge of tears here*

*Bite me little witch!*

*I'd bet you'd like that little perv.*

I roll my eyes at the nickname, now regretting ever bringing Wanda into this. I then jump into the shower and find myself in a state of bliss, and am now genuinely excited for the rest of today.

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Battling Death Itself

Anon I am so sorry that this took so long. Stuff happens, but it's still frustrating to not know if someone is ignoring your ask, if tumblr ate it, or if(like in this case) requests are just taking abnormally long. But here we go, hope you're ready for the angsty angst:(

gif credit to @badbatch

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Cal Kestis x Reader

Word Count: ~3.5k

Warnings: angst, injury, blood, swearing, death omen-like stuff, creepy dream, fluff

Summary: As a medic, you’re used to battling bleeds, cuts, burns, etc. You’re used to patients who are willing to heal, not one reckless Jedi Padawan who is ready to throw everything away to accomplish his mission.

A/N: A huge thank you to my friend @marvelassassin221b for the help with this prompt when I got stuck. You da best, and never forget it

One cannot go through a war and come out unchanged. You can pretend that the terror, violence, anger, anxiety, and selfish instinct didn’t affect you. You can gaslight and fool yourself until the bantha come home, but no one, not even the smallest civilian child, walks away without it burning into their minds like a brand of survival that will cost some of your humanity.

When you dream, you dream of a pile of lightsabers. There must be hundreds, maybe thousands, piled high enough that you cannot make out the ground from your position at the peak of the mountain. They clink and jangle under your feet, like a death rattle that refuses to leave you alone.

You want to leave. You have to leave, you can feel the spirits of the fallen Jedi Order hovering over your head, gazing down at you in disapproval everytime you disrespect their revered weapons. You take a step off of the peak.

A rending screech echoes into the death filled air, and the metal handles collapse under your feet, sliding down the side of the mountain like an avalanche and taking you with it. The sabers pile over your head, blocking out the already dim light.

Have to leave. Have to fight. So you thrash furiously, clawing at the tomb encapsulating your living body among the dead. Somehow, you find the surface. You break through the pile with a gasp, inhaling air into your starved lungs, hands pawing at the moving surface to keep you afloat in the raw desperation of survival instinct.

A weathered lightsaber is clenched in your hand, double bladed and beaten up. With a shaking hand, you press the button to activate the blade. The blue blade slices through the air with a throaty thrum and through the reality of your dream, dropping you into the darkness. You hit the ground with a grunt, somehow not impaling yourself on the lightsaber even as you stare in awestruck horror. Because you recognize the blade and handle.

A heavy hand lands on your shoulder, and you whirl with a gasp. A tall figure stands behind you, a Lasat male with kind eyes and clad in robes belonging to a Jedi. He holds a hand out to you, “That doesn’t belong to the living world.”

---

The crackle of the comm yanks you out of your fitful doze, but as you strain to listen from your position in the sitting area, no words come through the white noise. You sit up and look into the cockpit. Cere is typing furiously with eyes glued to frequency readings in front of her.

Seconds later the array in front of Greez begins to beep and the Latero leans forward to study the sensor map display. A tiny ship lit in red dances through the grid. Greez grabs the holo and enlarges it, examining the lines of the ship carefully.

“Cere--”

“Greez--”

The two stop and look at each other before Cere takes precedence, “I’ve only seen these kinds of frequencies from one kind of occupation.”

Greez nods, “I recognize the ship. It’s Haxion Brood.”

You stand and approach his chair, “Axiom what?”

Greez replies, arms darting across the controls with ease as he manipulates the energy to further analyze the readings from the environment. “The Haxion Brood, kid. Biggest smuggling and gambling ring in the Outer Rim.” He turns his head to address Cere. “I can decode their transmissions. Transfer the readings to my screen.”

Cere hits a few buttons and Greez pulls a headset over his ears. The air in the room is so thick that you could cut it with a vibroblade, until Greez speaks, “We have to go. Cere, set a course for these star coordinates.” Cere takes a single look at the symbols and nods before heading to the navigation map.

Your brow scrunches, “How do you understand their code?”

Greez waves your question off, “Not important. Point is, I can, and I know where we have to go.”

Everything is moving far too fast for you to understand. “And where is that?”

Greez barks out a sharp laugh, “Officially? Nowhere.” One arm distracts itself from the preflight check to dissolve the coordinates from the holo projector. “Unofficially? Ordo Eris.”

The Mantis lurches as it takes off and you stumble, “Wait, we have to wait for Cal to get back!”

Cere speaks from her position at the map, “He’s not coming back. We’re going to get him.”

‘Why would you need to go to Ord--’ You feel the blood drain from your face with the realization. What did the dream mean? A grim understanding filters into the processed air so that no words are needed.

“Get your kit ready. We’re going to need it.”

---

“Strap in, kid!”

Even with all of your preparation for the moment of contact, you’re still not ready for the awful screeching and rending of metal that echoes through the hull as it contacts the floor of the arena. Above the chaos and noise, you hear Greez curse. The harness digs painfully into your skin, but it keeps you in your seat long enough for the Mantis to jolt to a stop. The door opens, and Cal stumbles on board, lightsaber glowing in his hand while the other clutches his side. BD-1 clings to his shirt, beeping and chirping as it hangs on for dear life.

“Go go go!” Cal collapses against the wall, gasping for air. BD screeches and jumps onto the floor, gazing up at Cal and blipping while glancing at you periodically. You can’t tear your eyes away from the lightsaber, which has slipped to the ground in the frenzy. That doesn’t belong in the living world.

Greez hasn’t stopped swearing colorfully in at least five different languages excluding Basic, but it all fades to the background as you fumble to release your harness. “Cal!”

It’s not releasing, why isn’t it releasin--

The mechanism clicks and you’re out of your seat before the Mantis is fully off the ground. You reach Cal right as he begins to slip, “Whoa, careful there.”

Damn he’s heavy. You lower him to the ground, supporting his head on your lap. He chuckles breathlessly with eyes half-closed, “Why should I try to be careful when I have you?”

You laugh shakily, “I can’t be with you all of the time.” BD-1 bobs its head in agreement, dragging your med bag within reach with one foot.

Greez calls back, “Hang on, making the jump now!”

You grab a support bar and hunch over Cal. BD hops into your lap, and you wrap your other arm around the little droid to help hold it steady against you until the ship stops shaking around you and the peaceful quiet of hyperspace fills the hull. You allow yourself to breathe as the asteroid fades into the distance out the viewport. For now, the world will hold together.

---

By the time Cere comes back to check on you, you’ve maneuvered Cal into an upright position propped against the wall.

“Hey.” She sounds tired, stressed, strung tight like a bow string that’s about to snap. “Greez set course for Kashyyyk. We can lay low there, the Rebels have all but driven out the rest of the Imperials.”

You nod in acknowledgement. Cal is silent beside you. BD-1 boops its agreement.

She continues, “That rescue tore up the Mantis a bit. Overworked the thrusters and damaged internal regulating software, so Greez and I are going down to run diagnostics and see what we can repair en route. BD.” The little droid chirps. “Gonna need your help with the electrical portion.” BD-1 bobs its head and scampers over to her, and Cere puts a hand on the floor so that the droid can climb her shirt to her shoulder. She straightens, and regards the two of you, “All good here?”

You nod. “This guy needs a little patching up too.”

Cal gives a halfhearted wave and grin from his position on the floor, “Can confirm.”

Cere chuckles, “Alright then. Comm if you need anything. And be responsible.”

“I’m always responsible.” Cal protests. Cere doesn’t respond to him, opting instead to glance at you with an amused resignation in her eyes. She turns and leaves with BD, who chirps a goodbye as they vanish through the trapdoor that leads to the engine room.

You sigh and turn back to Cal, “I don’t even know where to start. Here.” You tug his poncho to get him to sit up.

“Careful. There’s acid.”

You yank your hand back with a hiss, shaking it off as you study the cloth. He’s right, there’s discoloration around his abdomen and the poncho is smoking, something that you missed in the chaos of landing and taking off from Ordo Eris. Upon closer examination, the acid had eaten through the poncho and soaked into the shirt below. Luckily, none touched your skin, but more unluckily, Cal has been wearing his shirt for far too long to be healthy.

“Take it off.” You lift the edge of his shirt to help him pull it over his head.

He grunts as the fabric lifts, revealing reddened and irritated skin that you begin to put healing balm on, “If you wanted me shirtless, all you had to do was ask.”

Blood rushes to your face even as you send an unimpressed look his way. He’s grinning, a smug and infuriating grin that lets you know that he knows that he got to you. You spread more of the medicine onto his skin, “You’re surprisingly chatty for someone who almost died.”

He stretches his arms, painfully attractive with how his chest and arms flex and his face scrunches and his hair--

You blink, abandoning the train of thought and finishing your work. You cap the medicine and return it to your bag. “Let me check your leg.” He sends you a look, a frustrated look that is so unique to Cal that it makes you chuckle. “I saw you limp in here, don’t give me that face.”

He groans, “I’m fine. It got me in the door, didn’t it?”

You roll your eyes. Typical. “Take them off.”

“Is this a strip game or something?” He’s… flirting with you?

“Do it.”

You did not think that this is how you would be getting Cal Kestis pantless in front of you for the first time. You’d imagined that you would be more excited with every inch of skin exposed, that your heart would race and the blood would rush to your face and your… yeah.

But instead, your stomach drops with every bruise that is revealed, the lump in your throat grows when you hear him suck a breath through gritted teeth when the cloth rubs over sensitive skin. By the time he’s pulled the pants around his ankles, your jaw is clenched hard enough to hurt. There’s a gash the length of your hand slicing across his skin. Although it’s gratefully shallow and mostly clotted, it's ugly enough to garner a double take and a long stare as you consider your options. When you speak, it’s a barely breathed whisper.

“Damn it Cal.”

He laughs, but you can hear the pained grunt that he tries to hide when he shifts, “I didn’t think it was that bad.”

“When did you do this to your leg?” You yank a bacta bag out.

He hisses as you disinfect the area, “Uh, a little after I found BD. Right before I went into the arena.”

You stop cold and stare at him, “You fought on this?”

“Well what else was I supposed to do? Roll over and die?”

You sputter, “No, but I-- no.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, a single, infuriatingly sassy, red eyebrow and lays back to allow you to apply the bacta infusion.

“How’s it going in here?” Cere chooses that exact moment to walk in, and you suppose you should be grateful that she didn’t witness the petty argument.

You shoot a look at Cal, but he’s refusing to meet your eyes. So kriffing immature. You respond to Cere, “Good. Could be better.”

She nods once, “We received a transmission from the rebel. Tarfull is willing to meet you, Cal. There are contacts on Kashyyyk that will direct you to him.”

Cal’s face is drawn and serious, aging him ten years as he considers her words. “Tell them I’ll be there. How long until we reach Kashyyyk?”

“An hour. Enough time to finish the inflight electrical repairs, so BD will be available to go with you.”

“I’ll be ready.” What? Did you just hear him correctly?

You wait until Cere leaves the room before you whirl on Cal, “Are you crazy?”

“What?”

But you’re not listening anymore, “No, you’re definitely crazy, or I’m going crazy, because I just heard you tell Cere that you would be ready to plunge into the wilderness while you’re half dead.” A pile of lightsabers.

“It’s a cut, I’m hardly half de--”

“Okay, a cut. A cut that could get infected, or could start bleeding again, or could slow you down. It won’t be such an easy fix next time if you go out like this.”

He says your name sharply, “It’s my job to go and get that holocron.”

You cross your arms over your chest tightly, hugging close enough in hopes that you can calm your pounding heart, “And it’s my job to keep you alive.”

“The longer we wait, the more danger Tarfull is in. The Rebels can’t stay in one place forever.” He pushes off of the wall, aiming to propel himself off of the ground and stand, but you catch him with a firm hand in the center of his chest.

“You need rest. Bacta might be a miracle of modern medicine, but it can’t work in an hour.” A death rattle that refuses to leave you alone.

He says your name, so seriously and rigidly that you stop and look at him, “Let me get up. I need to go.”

“No!” Your fingers twitch over the needle. “Cal Kestis. You stay right there, or I swear to the Maker I will sedate you!” Fallen Jedi hovering over you.

“This isn’t a matter of my own well being anymore, our mission is on the line!” He pushes your hand away and sits up. “This is for those children out there, so that the Sisters don’t get to them, so that they can have normal lives.”

“Don’t you fucking put that on me Cal, I know what is at risk. I know that you are the only stars forsaken Jedi in this Maker damned galaxy who can help those children, but what use are you to them if you’re dead?!” Lightsabers rattling over your head, trapping the living amongst the dea--

“It doesn’t matt--”

“Would you just shut up and listen to me for two goddamn seconds?!” You’re screaming, you know that you shouldn’t be screaming when he’s lying there injured and possibly dying, when you know that his heart is pure in intention, but why can’t he see how much you need him to be okay. Your fists are clenched, waving in the air above him and its only when his eyes widen and he puts his hands up defensively that you realize you had picked up the hypodermic needle.

Your eyes meet his and your body trembles, whether from rage or fear you can’t tell. Carefully, moving millimeter by millimeter, you lower your hand and drop the needle. It makes no sound as it hits the ground, which is remarkable considering how effectively it had silenced the situation.

“I--” Your voice cracks and in any other situation you would be embarrassed. But you clear your throat roughly, “I can’t lose you. I won’t let you go off and get yourself killed. You need to let your body heal, because you can keep going, keep pushing yourself to the limit and I have no doubt that you are strong enough to, but your body is going to fail you one day, and it’s my job to make sure it doesn’t just yet so please listen to me, I’ve never asked for you to stay before.” You’re rambling, you’re talking too much because you scraped just a little too close to the surface with that first sentence. “Please Cal, I couldn’t live with myself if I let you go out there like this and yo--”

You’re cut off by Cal’s body contacting your firmly, arms curling around your body as he hugs you tight to his chest. And all of your worries and problems that you were ranting about seconds earlier fade away because his bare chest is right against the skin of your cheek and he’s so warm and smells so good and you’ve forgotten why you were--

“Breath. It’s okay.” He demonstrates with several deep breaths, chest rising and falling against your cheek. You hear the whoosh of air in his lungs, and you shakily try to imitate. You fail the first two times, your pounding heart and surging adrenaline forcing your breaths to come shallow and fast. But he stays close to you, radiating comfort and calm that soaks into you and gradually slows you down.

“You’re still not going out there on that leg.”

Cal shushes you, “I know. I need you to calm down before we get to Kashyyyk. I’m not going to leave until I know you’re okay, and those children still need saving.”

Annoyance sparks through you, “I told you not to put that on me.”

“Yeah, yeah I know. That was a cheap shot.” You wriggle to try and get out of his grip, but he only tightens his arms around you. “Stop fighting me.”

“Only if you stop fighting me.” Still, he’s too strong and you can’t deny that you’re exactly where you want to be.

“Oh I intend to. But I can’t stay forever. How long do you need me to rest?” His chin rests on the top of your head.

You hum thoughtfully, snuggling closer with your fingers drumming gently on his skin, “Bacta treatments optimize after five hours of immersion in the tissue.”

“I’ll give you two hours.”

“Three.” You counter. “I can accelerate the healing if you give me three hours.”

He hums deep in his chest, vibrating against your skin, “Deal.”

You stay like that for a few more minutes, peacefully breathing the filtered Mantis air that smells like antibiotic burn cream and metal. When you open your eyes, your gaze lands on the lightsaber, which has rolled into a corner since the hit and run on Ordo Eris.

“Cal.” Your voice is raspy from the lump in your throat. “The lightsaber.”

He hums, calling the handle to his hand with the Force, “Yeah. Should keep it safe.” He clips it to his belt with one hand, the other still crooked firmly to cradle you.

“Where did you get it?”

He pauses for a fraction of a second, then his arm returns to stroke the back of your head, “It was Master Tapal’s. The Purge. It’s all that I have left from before.”

“Your Master. Was he a Lasat?”

Cal chuckles, “Most intimidating one that I’ve ever met. Wisest one too, but he had a leg up on the competition, being a Jedi Master.” He pulls away slightly to catch your gaze. “How did you know that he was a Lasat?”

You hum, burrowing back into his chest, “I’ll explain later.” For now, the world would hold together.

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The Evans’ tickling headcanons with Ticklish!GN!Reader

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Warnings: Kink mentions, slight sexual themes, some mentions of intoxication, mentions of anxiety issues

A/N: I keep thinking about how the Evans’ would react to getting tickled and how they would act if they had a ticklish significant other! I genuinely think this idea is just really cute and adorable! These are easily some of the fluffiest headcanons I've posted so far, I hope y'all find these enjoyable to read! :^))

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Tate Langdon (Pre-Death)

Tate's not terribly ticklish but you certainly get giggles out of him when you nip at the sides of his tummy

He actually likes it when you tickle him since it makes him laugh and sometimes you as well, so the both of you end up having tons of fun even if it’s only for a little while

You often sneak attack him whenever Tate is too busy looking at books filled with pictures of birds

He tries his best to be on his guard but you always find new ways to make sure you catch him by surprise

Sometimes you two end up wrestling and it always seems to end with you on top of Tate while he’s crying from laughing so much

He cries the most when he laughs out of all the Evans'

Tate loves to tickle you back and watch your reactions

Whenever Tate is curled up in his bed after a hard day at school, you often curl up with him, hold him, and tickle him a little bit

If you and him are having a tickle fight at his house, sometimes Adelaide joins in

With her it sometimes evolves into a game of hide and seek, and goes on for hours and hours

Eventually it stops because Constance gets annoyed with all the running around and loud laughter

Kit Walker

Kit is one of the most ticklish Evans'

His entire stomach is the most ticklish area on his entire body

He can never win tickle fights with Julia and Thomas which they always hold over his head

Whenever you do tickle his tummy, he lets out some of cutest little whimpers and snorts

If you brush over the little patch of hair around his belly button, he'll laugh till he cries

His tummy is pretty squishy so no one blames you for going after it so much

He's always up for playing and goofing around with you, especially after a hard day at work

Sometimes the kids join in and make a tickle pile

Kit has this little thing he does were whenever he's getting tickled, his nose twitches like a little bunny this earns him a bunny related nickname

That coupled with the fact that his laugh is kinda high pitched, tickling him becomes a regular thing for you since he's so cute

Whenever you're down or your day just isn't going that well, he tickles you to try and make you laugh cause he believes that laughter is the best medicine

He always makes sure to limit how long he tickles you and not do it too hard if there's anything around you that you could possibly bump into

One of his favorite things to do in order to tickle you is give you little animal kisses and boop your nose

He also has a habit of calling you pet names whether it's when he's getting tickled or when he's tickling you

Kyle Spencer (Pre-Death)

Kyle is ticklish though not in many places

However he absolutely loves tickling his partner, and out of all the Evans' he's one of them that enjoys doing it the most

He's very gentle but fast when it comes to finding your weak spots

Kyle is the type to laugh silently while getting tickled, just squirming there with his mouth wide open as you tickle his sides

He's pretty playful, especially at parties and often likes to softly tickle his significant other during social gatherings

It's a way for him to keep his partner's spirits up, also he just loves making you giggle

You can bet that there's plenty of tickle matches between you two while at your house

Kyle in his little teddy bear pajamas as he chases you around your room, trying to get ahold of you while you're giggling uncontrollably

He doesn't mind being tickled in public one bit, and he's actually the main one doing it to you

Though there are times were he doesn't really want to be touched nor does he want to touch you

Jimmy Darling

Jimmy is pretty much ticklish everywhere and finds having a partner who is also ticklish, undeniably cute

Due to his hand insecurities, he's extremely gentle and cautious whenever he tickles you

He couldn't stomach the thought of being too rough especially on the sensitive parts of your body and possibly bringing you harm

Therefore Jimmy doesn't fully use his hands much but instead he prefers to poke and softly pinch at you playfully

If you're feeling upset than he'll poke you tenderly in your ticklish areas until you either laugh or get playfully angry at him

He's definitely the type to plant kisses on you while he's tickling you, it's something he loves doing, and will gladly do it all day

If he catches you by surprise before he begins tickling you, he'll give you a little wink after he stops, just to rub it in over the fact that he got the upper hand on you

He doesn't mind getting tickled publicly, as long as something serious isn't happening

When he's upset, he doesn't mind a little tickling here and there but overall he wouldn't be able to enjoy it much

If Jimmy is slightly drunk than he's more ticklish than normal, you could barely tap him and he'd burst out laughing

When he's drunk off his ass, he's much more rougher than usual, and can sometimes get too aggressive even

He gladly welcomes tickle fights, especially in his caravan after a show

You two will often tickle one another in bed before going to sleep, a good bout of laughter before closing your eyes while in Jimmy's arms

James Patrick March

100% refuses to admit he's ticklish

It's something that even he wouldn't dare admit to Elizabeth

Despite being one of the least ticklish Evans’, he does have a weak spot no matter how much he tries to deny it

If it got out that the great James Patrick March was ticklish, it would simply be scandalous

James always turns into to putty whenever his neck is kissed or tickled

Admittedly it doesn’t happen very often but ever since you found out about it, you couldn’t help but leave trails of soft kisses down his neck which is guaranteed to tickle him slightly

He usually pulls away and laughs sheepishly, it makes him feel all tingly on the inside and it always seems to make his brow less tense and his facial expressions soften

Though of course, whenever it came to being intimate with James, you couldn’t help but play with his newly found sweet spot

Whenever he’s stressed and needs comfort, a hug and neck kisses usually do the trick and earns you a deep warm smile

He absolutely pretends that he hates getting tickled in public but in reality he's appreciative of the attention

Whenever you're together in private, he'll sometimes tickle you back

If you wake up after him in the morning, he'll surprise you by tickling you a little from behind, and pepper you with kisses of his own

If you're snuggling together, he'll do it occasionally but lightly

At times he can get pretty rough with it but it's always enjoyable

If he's in the mood, he'll pin you down underneath him, and tickle you till you say his name and beg him to stop

He particularly enjoys tickling you until you cry and watching you unravel while you're under him

Edward Philippe Mott

Edward is actually quite ticklish but very ashamed of it

Mainly due to his boisterous laugh, that is actually quite amusing

He laughs the loudest out of all the Evans'

He rarely lets other people hear him chuckle, and due to his anxiety he's extremely self conscious about laughing in public especially since people tend to stare and laugh at him

After learning this you never dare to tickle in him front of his servants

Though you often catch him by surprise whenever the two of you are bathing together

Edward’s weak spot is 100% his ears, him being ticklish the most behind them and on the inside

Water splashes to and fro as you grip his sides gently while giving him the occasional kiss in the ears

His cheeks always grow rosy red, especially when he’s being tickled for a prolonged amount of time

He finds sticking your tongue in his ear to be absolutely unbearable, often cursing at you through fits of squeaky laughter

He has a tickle kink and especially loves it when you softly glide paint brushes against his pale skin, drives him mad

Whenever he has a panic attack and you console him afterwards, softly tickling his sides a little sometimes cheers him up a bit and get his mind off things

Little moments were you tickle him in private after dealing with a bad bout of anxiety usually helps with relieving some of his stress, just being with him when he needs you and laughing together is everything to him

He always goes on rants about how being tickled embarrasses him and makes claims that you’re being too rough

At the end of the day it’s all noise because eventually Edward starts to tickle you back which ends up sometimes making bath time, tickle time

Rory Monahan

Rory is hands down the most ticklish of the Evans' (fite me)

He 100% has a tickle kink (quote me on this)

He's also the Evans' who enjoys tickling their partner the most

He calls your tickle fights “tickle battles” and keeps score of who made who laugh the hardest

By the end of the month, whoever made the other laugh the most has to prank call a popular celebrity while being recorded

Lets just say that Rory knows Brad Pitt but they're not exactly on the best of terms

Despite this he dubbed himself "King of the Tickle Monsters", and he even made himself a little paper crown with his title written on the front

One of Rory's favorite things to do is put his finger in your belly button and go “Bloop!”

Doesn’t matter if he’s the one doing the tickling, he loves to make weird and goofy noises that always end up making you laugh to

Sometimes he uses things like feathers to make you giggle, and he's also quite fond of getting his nose tickled

His most vulnerable spot is his armpits, which is why he can never really grow out his arm pit hair cause it always ends up accidently tickling him whenever it brushes up against his clothing

No matter how well he covers up his armpits with his hands, he always has a moment when he's vulnerable, and that's when you strike

Rory is definitely the type to cry when he laughs

You always leave him a blubbering mess when you get ahold of his armpits

His red armpit hair is actually quite soft to

No seriously it's like chinchilla fur or something

Kai Anderson (Pre-Cult)

Kai isn't very ticklish except in one particular spot

His most vulnerable area is the bottom of his feet

Sometimes when you two are snuggling, you'll usually end up playing footsies with him

He'll turn into a laughing, writhing mess as you try to tickle the bottom of his feet while he does his best to avoid you

There's a good chance that a game of footsies in bed will evolve into something much more than that

Kai enjoys tickling you back and having little tickle fights here and there, though he prefers to be the one tickling you

His brown hair tends to flop around whenever you really get him laughing

He's very susceptible to sneak attacks whenever he's on his laptop and surfing chat rooms

He doesn't really like it when you tickle him while he's on his computer but he soon forgets all about what he was looking at and seeks revenge against you

He's pretty good at pinning you down and getting ahold of all your ticklish areas

Though ultimately he prefers to snuggle while you two tickle one another

However if he's had a rough time at home, he won't really be in the mood to either get tickled or tickle you

Mr. Gallant

Surprisingly Gallant is actually one of the most ticklish of the Evans' but he keeps that side of him a secret

He only shows it around his partner, and with them he's 100% goofy and adores having tickle fights

The most ticklish part of him is his head

The other being his nipples

He absolutely go feral whenever you run your fingers through his hair, it's pretty much guaranteed to make him moan

He has a slight tickle kink that stems from his hair pulling one, either way he just loves hands in his hair

Gallant's chest is quite sensitive but he doesn't mind his partner touching him there and tickling him in that area lightly

He adores it when his significant other trails gentle kisses down his body, they always make him squirm and laugh

He just loves receiving kisses that tickle him in general, and they're guaranteed to help him relieve stress to

If you try to tickle Gallant in public, he'll swat you away playfully or attempt to distract you with a kiss

He's extremely strict about the no tickling him while he's working rule, though once he gets off work, he's back to his playful ways

If his partner is into tickling than Gallant is 100% exploitive of that weakness and will jump at the opportunity to mess around with it

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