#I want to write more…but busy and tired nooo

[fever-project]

Do the others notice the slowly building father daughter dynamic between rav and tetra? What do they think of it?

(Wars, mask, wind, Artemis, Midna, Ghirahim, Impa, Yuga, Marin, the blue haired time lady whose name I forgot, etc..)

(the blue haired time lady is Lana, and don't worry I forget her name a lot too lol)

And yes, they do! Impa is the first to notice that something is up, but doesn’t say anything even when she fully figured it out all by herself. But that’s mainly because she hadn’t found the time to properly tease Ravio about it. Then Marin, being pretty close to Ravio and babysitting Tetra, notices and immediately clocks it as a budding, familial relationship. She’s one of the few people in HW who had even had a father, much less a loving, caring father(although hers was a bit of a sleeping bum lol). She first thinks it’s more of a sibling-like bond, because there are like, less than 10 years or age difference between the two of them. Then she quickly realized that no, that’s not it, and guessed that it was a father daughter dynamic. When she realized that she was correct, she thought it was adorable, hilarious, and mildly concerning. Ravio, you’re young too, you don’t need to be a father.

I’d like to think that this would also be a bit of a realization moment for Wind, because I like it when Linebeck had acted as a father figure towards him, maybe doing some fatherly things that are similar to what Ravio’s doing with Tetra. After that however, he would be teasing her so bad. She would tease him back, but yeah, he doesn’t put too much thought as to why Ravio is being all fatherly to Tetra, more so as to the comedy of it. He trusts Ravio and he trust Tetra, so everything’s a-okay with him.

Lana(blue haired time lady)would be very worried, mainly at the fact that these two are from completely different times and timelines. They’ll be heartbroken the moment they have to return to their original times. Nonetheless, she’s very glad that they’re getting along, although she does try to smooth interject into all and any conversations that they all will have to be brought back to their original times after the war is won. So, she’s a bit of a downer even though she tries really hard not to be.

The King of Red Lions/King Daphnes Hyrule, once he learns of this, is happy for Tetra. No matter how short lived this growing father daughter dynamic is, he’s glad Tetra has someone to connect with in such a way. Honestly, most of the time crew are like this, they generally think that’s it’s both adorable, and ultimately short lived. But a short amount of time is still an amount of time, and it definitely is a beneficial one for their mental health. I’m trying to explain this well, but I think I’m a bit too tired to fully explain what I mean, ugh.

Anyways, villain time! Honestly haven’t thought too much about them, but I’d image they would see this dynamic as a weakness to exploit, especially with Yuga. I’d image he’d tried to kidnap Tetra to mess with Ravio, but Tetra’s definitely prepared for these kinds of situations by now lol.

I can talk about Ghirahim I think. Hm. I don’t think he would really care tbh. Or notice. At most he’d probably would notice that something is happening, that they’re getting close, but he has better things to do. Maybe he would mock them but he honestly would not care at all. Most of the bad guys(except Yuga and likely Cia(maybe wizzaro?? can’t remember what he’s like tbh))wouldn’t really care too much or care enough to notice the interpersonal relationships of the time crew.

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I WANT MOREEE (im not greedy i swear)

—“let it grow”

jann mardenborough x fem! reader

summary: nothing left to do when jann finally gets a new haircut except going absolutely feral

content warnings: 18+, smut, porn with plot, fluff, sub! jann, soft jann, whiny whimpery jann, oral fixation, p in v (wrap it bro), f! masturbation (reader putting on a show for jann), cum eating, cumshots, pussy job, slight size kink

a/n: @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha had me promise to write some smut so yall have them to thank also sorry i have to repost 😭

looking at the last couple of years it can be said that there’s a surge in the sport’s popularity. not that it wasn’t ever popular but recently there are newcomers to the car racing fanclub. it attracts new big companies to invest and offer sponsorships to the label making jann busier than ever.

-especially it being almost the starting of a new season and all. sometimes he’s too caught up with work that you cant help but feeling left behind. he’d be out at the most random times of the day sometimes even when you’re getting ready for bed. that’s the norm you have to accept knowing your boyfriend does not have a fixed working schedule. when danny manages to slide them in for a meeting with a new client, he needs to be there. he’s become too busy that he doesn’t even have time to get his hair cut. his adorable undercut has now fully grown to the same length of the rest of his hair.

you dont really mind his grown hair because you get to enjoy watching him getting ready, putting products into his curls. one of the things you find him adorable for is the fact that he takes good care of his hair so eventho its grown, he keeps it neat and healthy. you can sit and watch him for hours on end, especially after he had left for a particularly long period where he doesn’t really have time for all the products. so when he comes home, you both will spend the free time just talking and enjoying each other’s presence while he grooms himself. sometimes you’d even help getting the back of his hair where he couldn’t see or reach. or when he got tired from doing the rest

“but its getting too long babe, i need to keep it short for the balaclava” he defends himself. he’s been complaining about how his hair’s getting into his face when he wears the helmet and how uncomfortable its becoming. you pout at his reasoning, not wanting him to cut his hair. “nooo please keep ittt,, you’ve never let it grow ever. plus you look-“ you trail off from your sentence, turning your head to a different direction. too shy to admit it. he searches into your face, raising his arms. “i look…?” you turn your head even further as he follows, chasing your face. “-hot.” you say under your breath. his cheeks heat up at your words before deciding to tease you

“come again ?”

“no”

he let out a laugh as he pulls you in for a back hug, his large arms squeezing your sides. he rests his head on top of yours, swaying the both of you. “im sorry baby but i need to, okay?” you purse your lips shut, pouting. you keep quiet as you give him a look. “i’ll take that as a yes ?” he quickly give you a kiss before planting a peck on your forehead, reaching for his jacket from the couch. standing beside the doorframe, you watch him as he gets into his porsche. you wave at him, smiling as he drives off, thinking about how he’s probably gonna get a haircut.

his first race of the season is this weekend so you have to leave for the airport tomorrow. as you’re packing his and your stuff into the luggage your hear the front door being unlocked. he’s back. you continue arranging the clothes so they can all fit, subconsciously anticipating for the suprise of seeing his new haircut. you hear him calling for you from downstairs before his voice’s getting nearer. the door to your bedroom swings open to reveal an excited, jumpy jann with a huge smile across his face. “honey, im homeee” he jokes, acting like a husband who just got back from his 9-5 job. this is the jann you’d get called a liar for when telling his team about his behaviour. they dont believe that he actually acts like this around you. but jack does, he knows how jann actually is. you turn to face him as you’re being met with the fresh haircut, making him almost unrecognizable. it reminds you of when you first met him years ago. when he just got into racing, back when he was so shy to people and to you. especially you. if you could comically describe the feeling you’re feeling rn, it is as if your heart just got shot by cupids arrow. awestruck. it’s like having a crush on him for the second time. not like you’re not crushing on him every other day but the haircut makes you want to do things to him. you feel heat creeping across your cheek before rushing to your core.

seeing you quiet and not returning any reaction panics him. every possible scenario of you breaking up with him because of that haircut plays into his mind. “baby..?” he steps closer, slowly walking towards you. “hey look, if you dont like it i can- um, i can wear my durag all the time. you like it when i do, right ?” he offers, him internally panicking shows the most adorable side of him. not in a million years does he want to do anything you dont like. you get up from the floor just as you finish up on packing. “lemme- let me get that,,” he quickly reach for the luggage to help you zip them up. you walk to your bed, footsteps heavy as he follows from behind like a lost puppy. he’s worrying hard that you’re being quiet. as you lay your butt on the soft material he kneels before you, looking up at you with eyes filled with panic and worry. “please say something baby” you look down at him rubbing at your legs before reaching down to cup his face, smoothing over his also newly shaved skin. gosh he looks so cute

you trail your fingers from his cheek to his mouth, feeling his plump lips before pushing your fingers past them. he closes his lips around your fingers, sucking at them as you push down on his tongue. “you’re funny, jann” he blinks, listening attentively before you continue,

“you’re funny if you think you can look like this and expect me to not fuck you”

he shakes his head thinking you’d want him to deny it. your pull your fingers out, strings of saliva attached to it as you wipe it on his cheek. you tsk at him being silent. “do you remember when we first started dating ?” a smile creeps onto his face as the memories slip into his mind. he nods. “-you looked exactly like you do right now.” his smile grows wider. a lot about him has changed but one thing that wont, is how he’s willing to let you fuck him dumb anytime. especially when he deserves it. wasting no time, you lean down to crash your lips onto his as you fingers rake up the fresh undercut he just got. a shiver goes down his spine feeling the tips of your fingers graze the back of his head before they pull at the strands at the top. your noses bump against each other as you suck on his bottom lips hungrily. the haircut’s really making you go feral.

you get up from the bed ushering him to do the same. the kiss got interrupted for a second before you pull him down by his crewneck, making him lean down. he returns your kiss sloppily, spit getting smeared all over your mouths before you pull away to take a breath. his mouth chases yours, not wanting to stop kissing your lips ever if he could. he begins to suck at your tongue as his lips continue lapping at yours like a starved animal. just as you pull away he let out a whine in protest. his eyes droopy, lips shiny as he steps back, obeying your hand on his chest before you push him onto the bed. as soon as he’s settled he’s quick to take off his sweater earning a giggle from you. as his hand move to reach the hem of his sweatpants next you stop him, “ah-ah” while grabbing his hand. he smiles sheepishly as he obeys, settling his hands on his sides instead. you get off the bed to pick up something off the floor hidden by the luggage, holding it carefully to not let jann see what it is. you climb back onto the bed, straddling him before you grind teasingly against his prominent bulge. he lets out a soft moan thinking you’re gonna make him cum soon. you chuckle at his response before grabbing both his hands and bringing them to his back before tying them together with his tie that you just picked off the floor. you didn’t tie it tight but he knows not to break the knot. he’s learned his lesson the hard way. you climb off the bed before taking off all your clothes at the edge of it, making sure he watches.

“my sweet jann, i always miss you dearly when you’re busy” you tell him dramatically. its true tho, you do. he watches your ass bounce closely as you’re walking towards the wardrobe, glancing at him behind your shoulder. you search into the wardrobe before reaching just the thing you need before slipping it through your head. his gt academy t-shirt. the size of the shirt is just enough to slightly cover your bare pussy. you turn to look at him as he throws his head back, cursing under his breath. “fuck- is that..?” he blinks a few times, making sure he’s seeing the right thing

“yes” you confirm, before continuing

“it gets lonely, so this shirt will have to do” you say as you take a deep whiff of the scent on his shirt.

his chest is heaving hard, nervous as to find out what you’re planning on doing

“you wanna know what i do when you’re not there to help me ?” he watches closely as you walk towards the edge of the bed, climbing onto it. you start roaming your hands across your stomach before reaching up, the shirt caught together with your arm as you play with your nipples. starting off slow, you graze your nails across them before groping at your tits, putting on a show for him. you notice his cock twitching in his pants, forming a small dark patch at the tip. his mouth is slightly agape as his eyebrows furrow. “oh- fuck” he throws his head back, barely able to handle seeing you like this.

“its nothing compared to your fingers but-“ you sigh, purposely not finishing the sentence as you start rubbing your clit slowly. you look down, your fingers collecting the wetness as you spread your folds. you inch your knees forward closer to him, to really let him have a good look. “m’so wet for you jann,,” you tease, as he licks his lips, not knowing to look at your face or your hand while you play with your clit. as you start rubbing your fingers through your folds he shuts his eyes closed. he swears he almost came when you start letting out noises, the pretty little noises that could be the death of him.

fucking yourself on your fingers while wearing his shirt infront of him, you let out a moan as you call out his name in a high pitched whine. your fingers move rapidly as you feel your orgasm approaching. “m’so close jann, fuck-“ you manage to let out before the waves come crashing down, your knees growing weak. jann struggles to hold himself back from coming undone in his pants while he forces his hips down from buckling upwards. “please…,,you’re gonna-” he starts to plead before you shut him up by stuffing your fingers that were collecting your cum into his mouth. he hums at the taste, closing his eyes savouring it. you feel his tongue swirl around your fingers before you pull them out. “good boy” more precum seeps out of his hard cock as he feels himself growing harder. you lean in to kiss him, your fingers sprawled across the side of his face. he tries to prop himself up better so he can return your kiss harder but fails. trailing your kisses from his mouth to his neck, you make sure to bite and suck at the skin, gaining moans from him.

reaching behind him to untie the restraint, he looks up at you as soon as his hands are free. his eyes search into yours for permission, “can i-?” you nod at him before saying,

“fuck me jann, fuck me like you miss me”

he wastes no time flipping you over, taking the gt shirt off before pinning you down, earning a yelp from you. its now his turn to kiss at your neck, his kisses sloppy and wet. he’s sucking and biting at the skin that will surely leave marks. his hands roam uncontrollably all over your body, after being deprived of touching you. he wanted to touch you so bad but he patiently waited. he knows if he’s good you’re gonna award him. his patience earlier proved its worth now that he gets to fuck you. your arms wrap around his shoulders, pulling him closer as his hand works the hem of his sweatpants. his thick hard cock grazes your pussy before slapping at his lower stomach. you look down at his happy trail below his navel, covered by the size of his length. his hot mouth is now settled on one of your tits, tongue lapping at the nipple before sucking at it. he greedily attempts on putting the whole of your breast into his mouth, covering them all with spit.

“fuck- mhmfh,, fuck” he curses as his hand strokes his throbbing wet cock, getting it ready for your pussy, momentarily pulling away from stuffing his face in between your breasts. he decides to tease you by rubbing his length betwen your folds, spreading your wetness all over it. he grabs his cock before tapping the tip on your clit, grinning at you as he does so. your faces inches away from each other, you could feel his hot breath fanning over your face. he has one elbow propped beside your face, his eyes eyes directly boring into yours. theres a slight glint in them, making you lose yourself in his eyes. he prods his cock at your entrance before bottoming out, earning a high pitched moan from you while he let out a low groan. he rests his head beside yours for a moment before looking at you for green light.

you reach up to kiss him as you nod. he winces at the tight fit of your pussy, the warmth engulfing him, making him lost in the pleasure. your pussy always feels so good for him, always a perfect fit for his thick cock. “ahh- mfhm,, so nice- s’warm”he says as he starts moving, it didn’t take long until he starts properly fucking you. moving his hips rapidly as the sound skin slapping and a mix of you and his moans fill the room. he whines as he feel his tip nudging your wet walls, making squelching sounds. he looks down at his cock splittling your pussy open, “fffuck-!” shaking his head, the view messing with his mind. it’s all so hot to him. as he feel your walls clench around him, his free hand reaches down to rub at your clit, occasionally pressing down to add onto the pressure. your fingers graze across his broad shoulders, your nails slightly digging into his skin earning a whimper from him. his head is resting at the crook of your neck, you can hear the small whimpers escaping his lips every now and then.

his cock buried deep, fucking into your pussy as you can feel his thrusts getting sloppier. he raises his head to start kissing at your tits again, before looking up at you, putting on his pleading eyes.

“what do you need baby ?”

“can i- fuck” he gets interrupted by your walls clenching around him

“can i cum on your tits-? these- these pretty tits,,” he mumbles the last bit of his sentences as he continues lapping at your nipples. throwing your head back, you almost can’t register what he’s saying from the pleasure as you just nod. he’s been so good, he deserves whatever he wants. you let out a dragged out whine as he pulls out, hands stroking his cock rapidly as he aims at your tits. you feel his warm seed landing on your breasts as you watch him shoot thick ropes of his cum onto you, some getting on your stomach. you reach your hand to your chest, collecting some of it before sucking your fingers clean.

he looks down at your body glistening with sweat and his cum, chest heaving trying to catch his breath. he runs his hand on his forehead, just below his new haircut. “fuck” he curses, before leaning down to kiss you, resting his forehead against yours. you let a smile rip on your face, before asking, “you okay ?” he nods, “never better” you let out a small laugh as he joins you

“i should get haircuts more often”

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[vamp4kaulitz]

MORNINGS W GRUMPY BILL

no pronouns pacifically used can be seen as any gender

2006-2008 bill , will make a 2023 one i promise

Bill had a real busy schedule today, so you guys had to wake up early. Of course you knew Bill wasn’t a morning person, so it was hard with your mornings with him. You usually woke up earlier than him (if you don’t pretend shhh). You tossed and turned in bed and then yawned. You turned over and saw Bill sleeping. “How can someone be so fine when sleeping?” You thought. Only Bill Kaulitz can. You smiled and then got up and brushed your teeth before you went and woke up him.

“Bill?” You softly said while shaking him a bit. “Hmmm…” He whined while turning away from you. “Bill, we have to get ready. You have a very busy schedule today.” You said and Bill slowly opened his eyes. “A few more minutes.” He spoke and then fell back asleep. You chuckled and then hugged him. “Bill, come on..” “Schatz..Please..” He whined while wiggling around. “Fine, I’m gonna go get georg.” You smirked because you knew georg will definitely wake him up. As soon as he heard georg’s name he woke tf up.

“Meine Liebe you’re such a meanie!” Bill complained and then got up and went to brush his teeth and stuff. You also got ready and packed some of you guys stuff you’ll definitely need.

Once you guys had got on the bus, Bill was ignoring the fuck out of you. You knew he wasn’t a morning person, so of course he had his little tantrums in the morning. “Bill can you—“ “No!” “I didn’t even finish my sentence!!” “Nooo!” He whined while wiggling away from you and turning to the window. You sighed and shook your head. The whole ride he ignored you and when you tried to put your head on his shoulder he’d whine and shrug you off him. Bill didn’t care who he lashed out on, he just wanted to sleep more.

“That’s what you get for sleeping at 2 in the morning Bill.” You would say when he whined about wanting to sleep and being tired.

Of course his little tantrums and whiny mood disappeared once it was the afternoon. You would explain to him how he acted and he would be so upset at himself for pushing you away. “Meine Liebe!!” He whined while hugging you. “I’m sorry!! You know how I can act in the morning..” He pouted and you chuckled. “Don’t worry baby, I’m used to it by now.” No matter how your used to it, you found it cute every time.

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[frodo-with-glasses]

More Reading Thoughts: A Long-Expected Party

There’s something so incredibly endearing about the slow, meandering beginning of LotR.

Even today—in a day and age when every author tries to grab you by the eyeballs in the first five words—Tolkien’s writing still has that gentle, irresistible draw that takes you by the hand and leads you slowly but surely into adventure. Something about a “birthday party of special magnificence” just appeals to all our inner children, I think; and the tiny mysteries, and the joy of a world of fantastical creatures living in peace and comfort, just adds to that. You want to go to Middle Earth, and you want to get lost in it. It’s like a lazy river at a water park; you wade in, get settled, and relax, and the next thing you know you’re far away from where you started.

All of that to say, Tolkien’s writing is goals and I aspire to be even a fraction of what this man was someday.

Anyway. To the bullet points!

Isn’t it hilarious how quick people are to begrudge one another their good fortune?? If Bilbo had been poor and died in a timely manner his neighbors would probably have liked him just fine, but he gets a lot of wealth and lives a long time and all the hobbits go >:-(

They’re not wrong to be suspicious, of course, but it’s still a biting social commentary. And very funny!

“As Mr. Baggins was generous with his money, most people were willing to forgive him his oddities and his good fortune.” 🤣

“You should come live with me so we can celebrate our birthday parties more comfortably together” belongs in the same category as C. S. Lewis’ “and they got so used to arguing that they married each other to keep doing it more conveniently”

“And suddenly, all the old people found that everyone actually WANTED to hear their rambling stories!”

GAFFER GAMGEE MY BELOVED

Hobbits are all so terribly prejudiced. What endearing morons.

Ooh, confirmation that Bilbo and Frodo look similar!

“There never was much to tell of him! … Till he was drownded.” “DROWNDED??”

I love that the only things we know about Drogo Baggins are that he was unremarkable and fat and married a strange woman

The Gaffer: “Thank goodness Mr. Bilbo saved young Mr. Frodo from those strange, dastardly Bucklanders…”

Meanwhile, Merry feels his eye Twitch and doesn’t know why 🤣

The spelling of jewels as “jools” is adorable for reasons I can’t describe

Tiny Gaffer Gamgee saw Bilbo come home from his Adventure!!

The Gaffer’s words are strangely prophetic. Sam did indeed land in trouble that was bigger than him—and thank goodness he did.

The Gaffer basically says here “if generosity is being strange, we could do with a lot more strangeness!” and honestly that’s a motto I want to live by

I love that Sam is most likely the one who started the rumor about the fireworks X-D

I wish we’d gotten to see the Dwarves visiting Bag End in the movies. It’s a shame they were cut. Imagine what cool costumes they could have had!

“G for grand!” and Gandalf’s smile. Ugh, my heart 🥹

Pity that September 22nd fell on a Friday this year. We were so close to it being a Thursday, like in the book! Oh well. Try again another year, I guess X-D

Are small business owners grumbling about your purchases from foreign parts?? Here’s an easy solution! Just BUY OUT THE STOCK OF EVERYONE FOR MILES AROUND IMMEDIATELY AFTERWARDS

Also the fact that the post offices are absolutely flooded 🤣 Bilbo, you madlad

“Old Gaffer Gamgee stopped even pretending to work on his garden” LOL

The brief paragraph of NOOO BAD WEATHER THE DAY BEFORE THE PARTY is honestly spectacular. It’s so nerve-wracking for just a second there—which is hilarious in light of the war and death and GIANT SPIDERS we’re going to read about. I think it has a flavor of Tolkien’s beliefs on eucatastrophe hidden in there—it’s not out of Bilbo’s own effort that the weather cleared up just in time for his party, it was just happy providence—but I’m too tired to write an essay about it right now.

“Half the Shire’s been invited…and the rest of them are turning up anyway!”

The hobbits who came through the gate again to get a second present 🤣🤣🤣

“The hobbit-children were so excited that for a while they almost forgot about eating.” That’s impressive!!

I love that some of the toys are dwarven-made. That’s such a cool detail that makes the world seem both fantastical (because dwarves!) and real (because you can Amazon order toys from them!) at the same time.

The names of the fireworks!! Especially the ones that are onomatopoeia, like “backarappers”! It just makes brain go ✨✨✨

Pfffft, yellow rain

There’s the express train reference!

Notable difference here: in the movies, the big dragon firework was set off ahead of schedule by Merry and Pippin, and all the hobbits freak out. In the book, the big dragon firework is set off right on time to signal supper, and all the hobbits freak out (but are immediately pacified by food).

Small detail I’d like to see in more fanfics: “Bilbo had been specializing in food for many years, and his table had a high reputation.” Yes, the idea of Bilbo and Frodo eating like the bachelors they are is hilarious, BUT! We have textual evidence to the contrary! I don’t know if this line means that Bilbo was a magnificent cook himself or simply hired magnificent cooks, but either way, it’s canon that the Bag End bachelors ate like kings!

“The feast was so incredible that everyone was incredibly full and took home leftovers and no one bought any new groceries for weeks. The good news is that Bilbo had bought out all the grocery stores anyway, so it was fine.”

Why is the detail about the golden buttons on Bilbo’s waistcoat so enchanting to me?? I really think this chapter just activates the Inner Child Mode in my brain, and suddenly even something as simple as shiny buttons becomes beautiful and magical. Also it’s just a lovely way to paint a vivid picture in my mind.

I’m so glad they kept so many of the jokes in Bilbo’s speech for the movies 🤣 “PROUDFEET!!”

And now here we see Tolkien, author of the fantasy epic that has defined the genre for a century and counting, unironically using caps lock. Folks, you can’t make this crap up.

The sneaky way Tolkien says Bilbo vanished before he mentions the flash of light is Very Good and hints at the fact that there’s something else at work here

Rory Brandybuck is the G.O.A.T.

“But at the same time he felt deeply troubled: he realized suddenly that he loved the old hobbit dearly.” Aww, Frodo…

Incredible that the debate between Bilbo and Gandalf over the Ring takes up almost four pages, but it doesn’t feel like it. Excellent suspense.

I wonder where Gandalf is going “to bed”. It doesn’t look like he’s staying in Bag End, so did he get a room at an inn somewhere? Is he sleeping in his cart??

Also it’s implied later in the book that Gandalf the White doesn’t sleep. Inconsistency?? A slight untruth?? Secret powerup to Gandalf the White that we’ve overlooked??

“The sun rose. The hobbits rose rather later.” Pffft

The SHADE in all the presents oh my WORD

Except for the ones for the poorer hobbits. Bilbo’s gift for the Gaffer is so simple in its contents, and yet so generous and thoughtful 🥹

MERRY MY LAD

MY FAVORITE HOBBIT (don’t tell the others)

How old would Merry have been here?? Like nineteen?? Incredible that he was already such a logistics guy that Frodo trusted him to keep an eye on the house while all the chaos is happening.

“Do you hear that, Merry? That was an insult, if you like.” “It was a compliment, and so, of course, not true.” HAHAHAHA DRAG HIM MERRY

“IF YOU DON’T LET ME IN, FRODO, I SHALL BLOW YOUR DOOR RIGHT DOWN YOUR HOLE AND OUT THROUGH THE HILL” 🤣🤣🤣

Frodo: “I’m so sorry, I thought you were Lobelia!” Gandalf: “Understandable, have a nice day”

“I would give them Bag End and everything else, if I could get Bilbo back and go off tramping in the country with him.” N’aww, Frodoooo 😭

“Look out for me, especially at unlikely times!” Therefore you also must be ready, for the Son of Man is coming at an hour you do not expect.…

“Frodo did not see him again for a long time.” Ooh, ominous.

[azumasoroshi]

man you know that one trope where the enemy comes to the protag's house (or vice versa) when they're hurt and is like "i didnt know where else to go"

i fuckin love that like. unconscious draw dynamic with shizaya where only when they're not in their right mind (probably from blood loss or sleep deprivation) do they start to unconsciously seek each other out

like they'll just start walking and not really know where they're going but they find themselves at each others' houses and by the time they realize where they are, the other one's already opened the door and is frozen

or like. shizuo doesnt even realize he's trailing izaya's scent until he runs into izaya himself, or izaya doesnt realize he's headed to ikebukuro until the train comes to a stop and he's like oh. huh

shizuo's walking around idly when he catches a glimpse of izaya bleeding as he runs away and izaya's thinking that he can't get caught by shizuo right now because shizuo will definitely hurt him, but shizuo chases after izaya anyway and he's not even sure why because it's not anger clouding his actions anymore but something else (concern?? nooo it couldnt be)

shizuo's always been better at sensing izaya through raw instinct than izaya is at sensing him but when izaya's tired enough to let go of some of his repressed emotions and constantly-running brain he finds that his instinct carries him to shizuo as well

like. just the magnetic force between them. i need more of it the flavor is so good because sometimes they dont even want it to be there. izaya comes to shizuo and he's like fuck. i need to go home and sleep off this fucking bullet wound why am i HERE WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

or shizuo gets a bad feeling out of nowhere and he's like damn the flea must be getting stabbed in an alley somewhere. dont care (he sets out on a walk a few minutes later and if he unconsciously starts checking alleyways that's no one's business but his own) (he doesn't actually find izaya dying in an alleyway but he does find a gang looking for him and maaaybe he roughs them up bit)

so insane over how subconscious their attachment to each other is please give me more fics about it lest i write them myself because this post already contains like 5 different fanfic plots

[shellxrls]

to answer ur questions (2)

2. okay so this one really depends on his mood!!

if he’s had a stressful day, or has just been doing a lot of his ‘business’ then he needs to burn off some of that energy!! these are the times when he’s rough, no foreplay, just straight to the mating press. he absolutely does not use protection at these times (I’m on the pill also I scripted a male contraceptive pill that he’s on cause I’m smart like that) bc he literally does not have time to think to. also this man has a crazy breeding kink like he jst wants to fill me up with Cameron babies and who am I to complain!!

but literally at these times he does not hold back, spanking, choking, really fucking rough shit and he’s into it. also does not stop and ANYTHING but a safe word or action.

these are the times where he uses those degrading nicknames every single time he hits that mushy spot, or if he hears a whimper or a noise he absolutely degrades, that’s just his mindset, he needs something to take his anger out with!! by the end of it when he’s relaxed a bit I’ll normally take a bit more lead, yes he’s still in control but I’ll suck him off, or ride him or something that he doesn’t need too much work for. also atp my brain will be the effective consistency of baby food and I’m just obsessed with him in that mindset. jst need to help daddy out ugh I miss himmm.

he gets a bit gentler at that point but he still uses those degrading nicknames, maybe wraps a hand round my neck. or if I’m giving him a blowjob he pushes me righttt down.

top tier aftercare after these instances!! he’s acc very good and knows quite a bit about how the female body works, and he’s not one to let it be neglected.

if he’s a bit more relaxed, maybe after a day of just playing golf at the country club or something along those sort of lines he’s less rough. he’s generally more into praise. he also lovessss giving backshots esp cause he got me this cutie lil buttplug that he just loves to see!!

more foreplay when he’s like this, like previously stated maybe he’ll eat me out, or I’ll suck him off. also off topic but he loves having his balls sucked on <3

he goes a bit slower, and in general is a bit nicer about it, like I said praise is a big thing for him. he likes to apply things from his own life to our sex life. so like he knows that he himself likes to be validated to he makes sure I feel validated in bed.

sometimes there’s still a hand around the throat but most of the time he sticks to giving hickeys, normally on the tits cause this boy is a titty sucker he can’t even deny it.

if he’s giving backshots he likes to push on the lower back or put a hand on the lower tummy to feel it bulge when he thrusts in. amazing dirty talk too!!

he can also be a total exhibitionist, he’s not one to shy away from making me hump on him or his thigh in broad daylight at the country club or a party. if he’s dealing with Barry and I’m whining too much he’ll just stuff a hand down my skirt to shut me up!! he’s also so casual about it, absolutely will not stop a conversation, literally complaining avidly about something ward said while simultaneously making me grind on him like there’s no tomorrow. making nooo effort to shush my noises.

he’s the softest when he’s tired, sometimes I wake him up in the middle of the night cause I just need him!!! and he’ll be all groggy and tried but me nods and agrees. bringing me to jst hump on him or ride his cock real slow and intimate, talking me through it real nice cause he knows if I woke up in the dead of night like that I probably need taking care of well. lots of kisses and praise and shushes bc everyone’s still asleep. it’s so rare to catch him being so soft I swear and I love it when I do <33

- Rafe shifter

— context (for anyone who doesn’t understand)

firstly, thank you for writing this all out again omg ?? i rlly appreciate that you’re so willing to answer and in so much depth too <3 !!

MATING PRESS FOR THE WIN ! i knew it, and also male contraceptives that is so smart bcuz as u said mans has balls made for breeding apparently.

i’m surprised ab the aftercare tbh, i always thought he’d be kinda a one and done guy but to be fair i do understand that if you’re dating it wld be hard for him to just leave you in such a vulnerable position esp after such an intense fuck.

THE BACKSHOTS THING ARGH. knew it was big enough for him to feel inside of u and i knew he’d like feeling ur stomach bulge too.

sorry the casual dominance is actually killinggg me. that’s hot as fuck omg ?? sticking his hand down ur skirt ??? IN PUBLIC !! i need him so bad.

awwwe i love that he’s capable of being soft at times too omg, groggy sleepy sex is lowkey my favourite and it’s sooo <33 to know he can do it !!

[screaming-universe]

🐺🐺🐺

🐉🐉🐉

😌 no ulterior motive whatsoever 😌

nooo you'd never 😌🧡 (make me write game)

🐺 Werewolf Hunters

Tommy ran faster than he had ever run before—or at least that’s what it felt like. In reality he was exhausted and starved but he was running as fast as he could, leaving the clamour of the hunter town behind him. And also his boyfriends; he was leaving them behind too. First he had gotten them into this mess and now he was leaving them behind. But neither Eddie nor Evan had managed to break free and with Eddie’s concussion and Evan’s limp they would not have gotten far. Tommy had wanted nothing more than to go and help them but that would still leave them stuck, ultimately. It had been their only opportunity to escape so far and Eddie had nodded at him to take it. Evan had been busy being wrestled to the ground at the time. Tommy could only hope that his boyfriends would be fine until he managed to come back for them. Or well, as fine as could be with everything that had already happened. Now Tommy had to try and find help to free them once and for all, even if it was breaking his heart to leave them behind. It felt ironic that the best thing he could do for his boyfriends was to leave them behind. Hopefully that wasn’t an ominous sign when it came to the future of their relationship.

🐉 Would you still love me if I was a wyrm?

Once they got back from the call, Buck did one of the most Buck things he could do and pulled out his phone for a research deep-dive. They sat on the couch, Eddie comfortably in Buck’s lap, with one of Buck’s hands resting on his back while the other scrolled through the internet. The topic: dragons, of course. “We should probably figure out what kind of dragon you are!” Buck said. “That might help us.” Eddie wanted to ask about just how this would help them but then Buck scratched the scales between his wing joints just right and he gave up on glaring at his boyfriend judgmentally. Buck apparently found some sort of quiz that allowed you to find out the dragon species by offering a few choices. He would read them, glance at Eddie and tap his screen before repeating the process. …… The quiz that Buck had found was by the Dracological Society of America which sounded trustworthy enough to Buck. The first question seemed rather easy: how big is the dragon? and he had to choose between: bigger than a two-story house, bigger than a one-story house, bigger than a horse, bigger than a dog, smaller than a dog. Buck glanced down at Eddie, who had started to rest his head on Buck’s thigh in a way that was so utterly adorable that Buck had to take a photo of him. Eddie lazily blinked up at him but he was tired and he usually settled down rather under Buck’s hand. That sure was a thing that had always been the case, Buck noticed with a warm feeling blooming inside. He probably should not tell Eddie that he fell into the smallest size category; he was touchy about that after all. Now the next question. How many horns does the dragon have on its head? Huh. That was a bit harder. Buck gently scratched Eddie’s chin to get him to turn his head a bit and Eddie complied easily. The ridge on the back probably did not count, right? Buck counted six horns on one side and he knew they were symmetrical, so twelve. …. "Did you know," Buck said excitedly, barely even making it sound like a question, "that the probability of a dragon biting you is five times higher than that of a shark biting you?" Eddie was eyeing Buck in a way that strongly suggested he contemplated becoming a part of these statistics.

[bella-rose29]

episode 4 commentary - Sweet Dreams

warnings: swearing, once again barely any of this is proper commentary it's just me calling everyone pretty and simping over their hands and arms, SPOILERS FOR THE SHOW AND BOOKS, when I have multiple of the same letter in a row (so like AAAAA) I have to press the key every single time (fun) so... idk why it's a warning but I felt like you just needed to know how excited I got

that's a funky headboard

omg I want her jumper

LOCKWOOD WITH THE ALICE IN WONDERLAND REFERENCE

that toast would have scared the shit out of me too Lucy dw

angry

concerned bbs

"we were not 'rescued'" and "stuck up mediocrities" will forever be iconic

"he lacks respect"

this whole scene always makes me laugh tbh

so many good quotes

"you take the lie, and you take Kipps' face and put them together--"

"and you just wanna watch him... die"

"please tell me there's tea" mood AND THEN HE'S THE ONE MAKING TEA

concerned bbs again

"you're just not rude enough to her, George"

the way he appears round that door 😭

FUCK OFF JOPLIN

hand

I will not be discussing the sound I made at lockwood sat in the chair after passing on the business card

Georgie no

spiky shoes

my dried mango I'm eating is so good

"pre-pleb?"

lockwood's so pretty omg

so is lucy

hmmmmmmmmmm lockwood

^^^

why does his mouth not move

also why was that hot

rainy taxi

hand

George looks so excited talking about the black market I love him

hand

George I love you

lockwood could your ego get any bigger (but also hehehe)

"proper honest blokes, real salt of the earth"

"you've never even spoken to them"

*pause* "yeah well they're a bit scary"

"go write a poem about it!" George you beautiful human being

showman speech! showman speech!

hand

BOBBY I CANT HEAR ANYTHING BUT BESHPOKELY NOW

"you will have my undivided attention" gbsgsukrhgosuruhgksh I would melt and then evaporate when he smiled

"no backbone this generation!"

"I am not filling out more forms" mood

he's so pretttyyyyyyyyy

NOT THE CAMERA SPINNING AROUND LIKE THE BONE GLASS

woo they have chains now!

lockwood is so angry

"it knows you're there" oh very comforting

bzzzzzzzzzzzz

JOPLIN GO AWAY

omg Lucy nooo

hehehe it's her bestie

touching locklyle moment of: "Luce, what's going on? are you okay?"

*George in the background* "WhERe'S mY LiGht?"

bestieeee

yeah well don't open it

"stand by" lockwood honey she's not in any state of mind to deal with this

Georgie nooooo

idk if it's a thing but the fact that lockwood was the only seemingly unaffected??? Lucy obviously has Listening, and George can do some of the Touch stuff, so does that mean they're more susceptible to psychic emotions? George had the nausea and Lucy had the headache and all the rest of it but lockwood was fine? idk

"all someone had to do was apply themselves!" iconic

DON'T FEEL EXCITED BITCH

GEORGIE NOOO

whoops

bit dusty now

BADASS BITCH MOMENTTTTTTT

THROW THAT RAPIER!!!!

heavily breathing lockwood 👀

hehehe bestieeee

already trying to get out lolllllll

oh no the boys are fighting :(

"you'd never bollock her like this would you"

tired-of-this-lockwood is one of my favourites I think

"iS iT tALkInG tO yOu nOw?"

oops

don't talk about the room

"clinically insane-" "really FUCKING powerful" I love them

"you gave her a free pass just 'cause you like the way she looks at you" ok 1) DUDE SAID THAT WITH LUCY IN THE ROOM I LOVE HIM and 2) honestly I am lockwood bc I too would give her a free pass if Lucy looked at me like 😍 (or even if she just looked at me tbh)

"I don't know what you're talking about" "yeah sure" I AM GEORGE IN THIS SITUATION

boy's angry

"why, 'cause you can't handle being my Tom Rotwell?" OOOO WHAT A BLOW TO THE EGO

THE MICROEXPRESSSIONS S SIESR0[HORUSHGOSRUHGOA CAMERON CHAPMAN THE MAN YOU AREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

sorry can you tell I love that bit

aw Georgie nooo

lanky boy

I WANNA GIVE HIM A HUGGGG :((((

Georgie noooo

IS THAT MARY WATSON

is that a FQD I see?

hehehe he's so silly

"he was a massive prick to me just now" he deserved that

awkward teens hehehe

SJRHGIUSRHGOURHSOUGHSEORIGJORS THIS SCENENEEEEEEE

TENDING TO WOUNDSSSSSSSSSSDSDIUSGHESIUHGOSUR H

"the real reason you might be here is to shine it on somebody else" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

WHY AM I TEARING UP (I think it's the hormones actually)

HE IS SO BAD AT NOT LOOKING AT HER LIPS (me too)

his smileeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

WHY AM I CRYING

WTF

HE LOOKED AT HER LIPS AGAIN

NOW THEY'RE TENDERLY HOLDING HANDS

NOT THE PINKY FINGER

NOT HIM LOOKING AT HER LIPS FOR THE THIRD TIME

omg the awkwardness after they sat in silence staring at each other and holding hands

ok but the fact they cut to george's room but showed it through the mirror on his wardrobe???????? omggggg deep analysis of when mirrors are used here we come

he's so pretty

peekaboo

not the biscuit 😭

"do not cross" *crosses*

he looks like a guilty child

he sounds like one too

"absolutely by the book" sure...

BOBBYYYYYYYY

heavily breathing lockwood hmmmmmmm

I'm sorry I can't take bobby Vernon seriously bc I just think of bobby (who isn't that small) and I laugh

I've had to pause it which is a problem bc it's gonna take me a while to get through this 😭

he's so smug omg 😭

"there you go, sir" with as much smugness as possible

screeching like a parrot at bobby's laugh

I actually can't stop laughing this is ridiculous

"yes, I do, actually" YOU SHOW THEM GEORGIE

"you sure you do?" "I know who that man is"

"this better be good Karim" *immediately aims his attack at bobby*

"they'll be glad of the work, but this is Phoenician" I AM A PROUD BESTIE JUST LIKE LOCKWOOD AND LUCY ARE IN THAT MOMENT

"bobby, just a hunch. something I read in a book, if you remember those" I LOVE HIM YOUR HONOUR

he's having so much fun being smarter than bobby Vernon and I love it

"thank you bobby, you've been a wonderful assistant"

*gets a shot of just him concluding his point like the DIs in death in paradise while looking awesome*

"shut up karim" "you thought it was a brewer!" ah, rivalry

lockwood looks so thin (like thinner than he normally does) he kinda looked like a cartoon I won't lie

barnes is so done

"shall we get hotdogs"

he's so smug

stop calling him irrelevant bestie

lucy's "oh for god's sake" in the background is me

"Quill Kipps, the walking appendix" ok 1) honey go to bed and 2) why was the way he said that kinda 👀🤭

lockwood seriously go to bed, your brain is clearly not functioning properly

"three less amateurs stumbling around" um kipps if you're going to insult them could you at least say fewer? (I'm a pedant just like lockwood)

"what the hell is he doing" "whatever the hell he wants" hehehe

[hees-mine]

Nooo 😭😭 I’m so sad you decided to de activate!! I loved what you did do while you were in business and I really wish that you hadn’t deactivated but if it makes you happy and less pressurized you do it for you !! While I’m disappointed that I won’t be hearing from you anymore, I’m proud of you for taking such a step. It must’ve been stressful not wanting to punish people for things others did, or closing your acc in general must’ve been depressing. Those people don’t have shit to do with their day, that’s why they stuff their hairy ass noses in other peoples business! If you’re doing it because of what others say, kindly, FUCK THEM!! They have no right to judge you, but if their words really hurt you enough for you to do this then I’ll respect your wishes.

Goodbye!! Hopefully we can become friends in the future! I’ll forever remember you @hees-mine ! 🩷🩷

Thank you for staying with me and loving what I do🩵

It’s literally nothing other than the fact I’m sick of being hounded and asked for a “part 2”

I hope everyone who left those comments will see this and understand that they are the reason I’m leaving

I’m just tired of meeting the demand and getting zero appreciation

Playtime was supposed to be a one shot last time was supposed to be a one shot but people kept asking for more and I delivered

Which I wish I hadn’t cause even then I was being spoken to rudely

But as soon as I say I’m not gonna be series anymore the ask just keep coming

And I don’t get it I’m glad people want to read more from me but the constant demands for more is just very discouraging and it’s what ultimately led me to this decision

In the future to all the readers out there here’s some tips

1 stop being a silent reader / unless youre nervous to send an ask

2 hit reblog/like on all the fics that you genuinely like you don’t have to spam like or like a fic just cause but if you do like it hit the like button it’s that simple I know your fingers might be tired from scrolling but push on and give us a reblog it goes a long way cause remember one of the only things that makes writing enjoyable is feedback

3 stop asking for updates period don’t ask for part two’s if someone said there’s gonna be a part two just wait for them to release it don’t keep asking when it’s gonna come out

We take hours to write please just take a few seconds to let us know you appreciate our hard work

Thank you sweetheart and I’ll remember you too🩵

[magicalmelancholy-blog1]

I don't normally reply to shit in reblogs but for the sake of readability I think it will be necessary. Putting my reply under a cut since it's kinda long.

Oh nooo! Hope you have better weeks from now on! (But also same on the shitty week.)

Not in any of your fandoms but I can totally relate to small fandom (though in my case I managed to collect some really nice friends to talk about my main one with, so the only painful thing is not having merch of my favorite characters, but it's not like I have much money rn anyway).

I'll answer the questions now. My favorite fandom things are *drum roll* Len'en Project! Since you're a system, I should warn you its system rep is kinda questionable. Suzumi is like, they want to murder someone and that someone is one of the protagonists and they're presented as like ooo scary, but when you actually play from their perspective the two guys that are active just kinda bicker because one of them is tired and wants to kill someone over it and the other one is like "No not right now it'll fuck up timeloop". From what I gather, some systems hate them, and some love them but they're really hoping Len'en's creator doesn't fuck it up in a future game. My own opinion (as a singlet) is aligned with the second one (I really love the way those two headmates I mentioned earlier bicker, it's not even just about the murder thing either).

Anyway now that I'm done explaining Suzumi discourse, the reason I like Len'en is mainly that it feels like it has a lot of love put into it. Like, this also has to do with past faulty translations, but it's been years since we've had a proper game (Book of the Cafe came out but it was a live service game and complications happened), and people are still figuring out new shit. Like, you got your Japanese mythology guy finding new connections to the lore, because Len'en's creator is also a Japanese mythology guy (by the way I'm talking about @/singular-yike, though honestly he's more active on discord and the Len'en wiki). Len'en's lore is also pretty deep, but at the same time, there's still plenty of gaps for you to fill in with theories and headcanons (and fanfiction, I love writing it). Though like honestly, even if you just focus on the text with no further analysis, you'll still be busy editing the wiki for a while because it isn't the most thorough or accurate source (we're trying though). There's also a lot of visual details you can analyze too, such as in spell card backgrounds and whatnot.

In general I love literary analysis~ I'm an English major, and I lowkey wanna switch my focus to literature, but at the same time, I don't really wanna become a teacher and I feel like that's all I'll be able to do if I just focus on literature, so instead I just have the occasional lit class and more classes focused around publishing and editing (I wanna edit books someday).

I also really like music. Used to play violin until I decided to switch to cello, and then I played that until my wrists started fucking up so now I just cope by fucking around in music programs. I like Touhou OST and its many many arranges, alongside vocal synth stuff.

Okay before I move on, I'll just quickly list other fandom things I've been liking lately: Disco Elysium (currently playing), Tsukihime (having thoughts about). That's a short list, but there's definitely a lot of more dormant interests in my brain too.

I've also been getting into birding lately. Still pretty shit at recognizing birds but they're so so cute! There's also a certain satisfaction in logging down the stuff you managed to recognize on eBird (been slacking on that though due to a lack of motivation).

Okay so like, we booped each other over inbox a few times and now we're mutuals, so I might as well annoy you with some questions too~

What are your favorite things having to do with fandom? What are your favorite things that don't have much to do with fandom?

I'M SO SORRY FOR LATE REPLY I've had the shittiest week possible RRRRRRR (mfw we're moving houses... 😔😔😔)

QUESTIONS NEVER ANNOY ME WAHHHH!!!!!! :DDD I love attention!! SOOO THIS IS SOPH!!! we're a system but my oh so kind sysmates waited for me 2 be back in front so I could reply to them myself since I was the one who booped u!!!!! So tbh whoever you ask might have different answers but . these are mine...!!!!!!!

WHEN IT COMES 2 FANDOM I love interacting with people!!! Seeing peoples amazing art and theories and just brainrotting over their favorite characters..... I LOVE THAT and I love making friends w/ people..!!!! Sadly my main fandoms are niche as HELL to the point I barely know anyone in them BUT I love talking to them and meeting new people it's soso fun‼️ My fav fandoms at the moment are Atelier Series (niche) and Fire Emblem (not rly niche but I like Engage so that makes it super niche in a way JFGSRJGSFH)

When it's not fandom related I LOVE OC stuff and art stuff, I like brainrotting over characters yes but I like brainrotting over my own characters too. NDSGJFSJF Might be the NPD speaking......... I also rly rly rly love history and literature studies personally I love learning dumb shit that happened in the roman empire LMAO and just . learning abt the culture of the past like medieval stuff etc. I also want to learn ancient latin just because it'd be so cool to speak the dead language people only use to compose final boss themes in RPGs. GMGSTJFWTJ

HOW ABOUT YOUUUU >:DDD I ask u the same questions feel free to answerrr!!!! >:DDDDD

[katmoonz]

Pretty Girl Can Take It

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2k

Includes: Rough sex, Dom!Remus, Sub!Reader, overstimulation, praise kink, orgasms, fingering, mention of squirting, slightest bit of crying, pet names, aftercare, smut, fluff

Do not post any of my work anywhere else!!! I’m fine with reblogs but not with people stealing my work. 

Notes: This took me so long to write, it was supposed to be just an aftercare fic but I got a bit carried away setting the scene and ended up with 90% smut, here’s the result...

“I'm gonna cum” you moan as your boyfriend Remus Lupin pounds into you roughly from behind.

You and Remus had been at it for a while and you'd cum twice already but he kept going overstimulating you, loving the way that it made you clench around his length whilst letting out loads of little gasps and moans.

Remus slows down and pulls you by the hair so that you are on your knees leaning back against him.

“Darling, you ask when you want to cum, you should know that by now” he grunts into your ear as he pauses in his thrusts.

“No, no, no, please don’t stop!” You whine.

“M’pretty baby is so needy for me, isn’t she? Ask nicely and I might give you what you want.” Remus says gruffly in your ear.

Remus starts kissing down the side of your neck leaving marks whilst grabbing one of your breasts in his hand. This makes your pussy throb and become even more wet.

“Please let me cum, I need to cum so bad it hurts” you moan with tears in your eyes.

Remus lets go of your hair and pushes on your back making you gasp as you resume your previous position on your hands and knees.

“Good girl,” he says, leaving one last kiss on your neck before he starts thrusting into you hard and fast, making tears fall down your face at the delicious mix of pain and pure pleasure he was giving you.

You can feel your orgasm building up and get even more desperate for relief.

As if sensing this, Remus brings a hand down and starts rubbing at your clit desperate to bring you pleasure, his cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

It’s so overwhelming that your hands give in and you end up resting on your forearms with your head buried into the pillow as Remus vigorously thrusts into you.

Finally, you fall over the precipice, your legs shaking as you let out a guttural moan. You feel so relieved as your pussy clenches around Remus’ cock.

You can feel Remus’ cock twitch as he releases inside of you, groaning into your ear, his cum warm as he loses himself in your pussy.

You feel so sensitive after three orgasms and want nothing more than to cuddle up with your gorgeous boyfriend but Remus has other plans as he quickly pulls out and flips you over onto your back.

You let out a high pitch whine as he shoves three fingers into your slick pussy and rubs at your still aching clitoris with his thumb.

“Too much” you whine pitifully.

“M’pretty girl can take it though can’t she?” replies Remus through gritted teeth, a droplet of sweat falls down his head as he focuses all of his strength on making you orgasm again.

“Pretty girl can take it” you repeat back. Your head is fuzzy from all of the pleasure and overstimulation.

Remus grins and rubs your clit in quick but effective circles. He works your clit to the point where you’re on the edge of cumming again.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum.” you moan letting Remus know that you are almost there.

Remus suddenly stops rubbing your clit and slows down the fingers which he keeps within your throbbing pussy.

“Nooo” you whine “please don’t stop”

“You gonna be my good girl?” He asks with a twinkle in his eye.

“Yes! I’ll be your good girl”

Remus resumes his previous actions of thrusting his fingers into your pussy, putting all of the force from his forearm into each thrust.

Once again you feel your orgasm build up behind your navel as your legs start to twitch.

“Please” you moan out

Remus grins up at you, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Please what love?”

You look at him with tears pouring down your face “Please can I cum” you beg.

Remus keeps going for another few seconds before letting out a single sentence “Cum for me baby”

You let go and feel your entire body shake in pleasure as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

Remus stops rubbing your clit but keeps thrusting his fingers into your pussy.

You try to pull away but are met with a slap to your thigh.

“Hold still” he barks out.

“Too much, too much.” You whine out still sniffling.

“Just one more darlin, I promise,” he says with a slight frown upon his face from concentration.

Remus curls his fingers a bit more so that they brush off of your g-spot every time he thrusts them in.

You feel another orgasm building up inside of you but it feels slightly different.

“Oh” you moan as you feel sparks almost like electricity go through your body.

“Does that feel good love?” He says licking the sweat from his lip before increasing the pace again.

You nod in response to his question, your hands grabbing onto the bedsheets.

You can hear your pussy squelch as the pressure builds. The pleasure is almost too much to handle.

“Please” you beg again not sure of what you're asking for.

“Good girl, cum for me” he pants out as his thumb comes back to rub furiously at your clit.

This topples you over the edge for the last time, your eyes roll back and your vision goes white as your entire body shakes.

You squeal as your legs uncontrollably shake and your pussy contracts around Remus’ digits.

“Good girl”

As your orgasm fades away you start to feel the ache of overstimulation from Remus’ fingers which remain within your pussy. You whine and squirm trying to get away from the fingers, tears falling down your face.

“Shh it’s okay, we’re done now you did such a good job, my good girl.” Remus gently removes his fingers from you and puts them in his mouth sucking all of the delicious pussy juices off of them before sitting back against the headboard and pulling you into his lap.

“Such a pretty girl, you took that so well.” He runs his hand through your hair as he praises you before bringing your face into his hands. Gently he wipes away the tears that have fallen.

“So good” he kisses you on the forehead before bringing you back into his chest.

As you regain awareness of your surroundings you feel Remus’ heart thump beneath your face and the bed beneath you feels damp with sweat.

“Did we really sweat that much? s’not that hot in here.” You mumble into him.

Remus lets out a chuckle before leaning back and bringing a finger under your chin to make you look up at him.

“Sweetheart it's not sweat, you squirted”

Your eyes widen in realisation before you bury your head back into his chest hiding your face from him in embarrassment.

“Aww, don’t be embarrassed love, it was so fuckin’ sexy” he says as he strokes your back one more time before standing up and carrying you to the bathroom.

“C’mon baby, let's have a quick bath before bed” he places you on the bathroom counter before walking over to the bath to fill it up.

As the water starts running he starts to mess around with some bottles, picking one up he turns to face you “Lavender?” he asks.

You look up at him whilst biting your lip “yes, please”

He pours the lavender-scented bubble bath in before coming back over to you, he lifts you up and brings you over to the toilet to take care of your business, whilst you do that he leaves the room to go and fetch some towels.

Coming back into the room he switches off the water before walking over to you, he picks you up and brings you over to the bath gently placing you in the tub before getting in behind you.

Your thighs are still trembling slightly from all of the overstimulation, Remus pulls you back into his chest and runs his hands over your arms before kissing you gently on the neck.

“M’pretty girl” he mumbles as he brings his hands down to cup your breasts whilst nuzzling your neck. Remus gently squeezes each breast, massaging them lightly with his muscular hands before stopping to pick up a washcloth.

Remus gathers up some soap and starts slowly washing you down, he starts with your arms so that he can keep you against his chest then he puts down the cloth so that he can put soap on his hands, he gently washes your torso with his hands taking extra care around your breasts.

Remus picks the cloth back up and pushes you forward slightly to do your back, he does so quickly so that he can take you back into his arms as soon as possible. Next, he moves on to your pussy, the water in the tub had been soothing it whilst you were relaxing. Remus brings his hand down to clean it but at the first touch you whine and flinch.

“Shhh darling, it’s okay, I’m just cleaning you up I promise.” He soothes

Remus tries to clean you again and succeeds but you still flinch, tears start to fall down your face at the touch on your clit which has been overstimulated beyond belief.

“Oh baby, I’m sorry” he holds you in his arms and rocks you slightly trying to calm you down a bit before he tilts your head back to look into your eyes. “I love you” he proclaims before giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.

“Would you like me to do your hair m’love or are you too tired?” He questions with a soft look in his eyes.

“M’sleepy” you mumble as you lean back further into his arms.

“Okay darlin’, I’ll take you to bed in a few minutes” he softly strokes the side of your face before picking up the wash cloth to quickly clean himself.

After a couple of minutes he stops, stands up and gets out of the tub. Remus being the gentleman that he is takes your hand and leads you out of the tub before wrapping a towel around you.

You move to return to the bedroom but he stops you with a hand on the waist, confused and tired you turn around to look at him.

Remus lifts you up and places you on the counter, he rummages around for a minute before coming out with your skincare products.

“I’ve got to take care of you m’love, let me just do this real quick”

Remus gently washes your face before applying your toner and moisturiser all whilst looking into your eyes. His gaze is soft and sweet as it usually is post-coitus a contrast to the burning dominant look in his eyes that he has in the bedroom.

After finishing your skincare routine Remus lifts you off of the counter and carries you back to the bedroom, placing you on the bed.

Remus walks over to the dresser and searches for a minute before picking out one of his T-shirt’s, he throws it over to you and picks out a pair of underwear for himself.

Remus walks back over to you and gets you to stand up, he lifts up the covers on the bed then motions for you to lay down and he kisses you on the head before walking around to the other side of the bed and getting in with you.

Remus pulls you into his arms, wrapping them around you in a warm embrace. You look up at him sleepily, “I really wore you out this time didn’t I?” he chuckles.

“Love you so much” you whisper before leaning up to kiss him softly on the lips.

“I love you too darling” replies Remus fondly.

You rest your head against his chest and listen to his slow breaths and steady heartbeat, you can feel yourself getting more relaxed and sleepy.

The last thing you feel as you drift off to sleep is Remus’ hand soothingly rubbing your back as he holds you in his arms.

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Idk what your rules are, but could you do something where Kaeya gets really drunk, Diluc has his s/o come get him, but he doesn't realize it's his s/o cuz he's that drunk, and thinks they are bringing him to their house for 😏, and is like "nooo stop I have a girlfriend" and just being a wholesome bf??? I have adhd so idk if I worded this so it makes sense...sorry

Take Me Home

A/N: i am very sad rn this is very cute im glad this is what i get to write rigth now thank you anon!!!

i love all my followers so much im sorry i cant give you more

edit: just wnt yall to know that probably all the spelling mistakes during kaeyas dialogue is intentional LOL

btw!! 4 ppl who want to know specifically my rules are on my carrd if ur super into rule-abiding, but they're rlly general rules and not rlly that important ykyk

Gender neutral reader! Requests open!!

Pairing: Kaeya x GN!Reader

Word Count: 417

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: Kaeya being drunk but also wholesome...also he thinks u wanna... .... its kind of suggestive ok

You were never opposed to helping out around the town. Even when you were done for the day as a member of the Knights of Fevonious, you lent a hand to whoever needed it. Currently, you were helping Flora organize her followers.

You can hear the cheers from Angel's Share even this far away. It sounds like they're having fun. You would join them if you weren't so busy. It's not like the bar is really your scene anyway.

But when you were walking past the tavern door, holding a flower pot, Diluc flung the door open and burst from the chaos. He grabbed your hands, disregarding the flower pot that crashed to the ground, and handed you a sack of mora.

"Take. Him." He said, through gritted teeth. You giggled quietly at his expression. He looked really tired, so you obliged without much teasing.

You entered the tavern and found him immediately, laughing away with some adventurers and spilling his drink everywhere. You pushed through them and grabbed his arm, tugging him away from the crowd.

"Okay, big guy, you're coming home with me." You hummed, looking up/down at him. "Let's go."

"I don'f wanna go..." He whined, tugging his arm away weakly. "Lemme go.."

He was slurring his words and it was honestly cute.

"Don't worry, you can come back tomorrow or something." You hummed. He made a nauseous sound. "Or, maybe I'm making you take the day off."

He continued to whine as you just about dragged him home, but he didn't fight you otherwise.

You lugged him into bed and took off his shoes, before standing in front of his limp form with your hands on your hips.

"C'mon, get undressed." You said, patting his chest.

"Sorry," He slurred, letting out a cough, "I have a parhtnerrr.."

He tried to stand up,

"I really haahve to go.." He mumbled, but you pushed him back down.

"Please don't..." He mumbled, pushing you away weakly.

"I am your partner, silly." You say, grabbing his face and making him look at you. "See?"

He seemed to relax a lot.

"Ohh..." He drawled.

"Now hurry. I want you to get as much rest as you can." You said,

He grabbed your face instead, kissing your nose.

"Hey, I missed you... all day... you didn't even come to the tavern..." He said in a pouting voice.

"Yeah? Well, the sooner you get dressed the sooner we can talk," You hummed, pulling him up. "C'mon, I'll help you."

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Okay, so I don’t know if your parents ever made you hold there hand when you where 8 or 9 even 10. But what about Harry on tour for hs1 and him and char are out wondering the city so he’s holding her hand but she gets embarrassed since she’s old enough to walk on her own even though she isn’t. And like something like that?

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This tour was very different for Charleigh and Harry. Firstly, because it didn't involve any of the One Direction boys, secondly, there were completely new faces and thirdly because it was Harry's first solo album.

It had been difficult for Charleigh, and now she was 8, she had a bit more of an understanding of changes, but she was still not used to it all. The very beginnings of tour, were always a lot for Charleigh to get back into the routine of it.

On this particular day in the busiest streets of New York, Harry was in a rush to make sure Charleigh had a proper hot meal before the show. Se was extremely tired and very grumpy today. “Char, come on bug. Need to go and get you some food” He sighs softly and leans down to get her hand so he doesn’t loose her, even though they had four security men with them.

“Nooo Daddy stop” She whines quietly and tries to wiggle her hand free.

“Cherry, what’s wrong?” He frowns, looking down at her with a curious gaze as they wait to cross the road.

“I’m old enough. I don’t need to hold your hand” She mutters, still attempting to wriggle her hand free.

He took a deep breath and leant down to speak to her quietly. “Charleigh, you’re eight. We’re in a busy city and crossing a busy road. Now do as you’re told please” He says calmly but sternly.

She frowns and stares at the ground, kicking her feet slightly as she loosely held her Dad’s hand, although he had a firm enough grip on her, not enough to hurt, but enough to make sure she’s safe.

She was at the age where she was familiar with the paparazzi, sometimes she didn’t really mind. But some day’s she really didn’t like to be in their view. As she began to see the distant flashes once they had crossed the road, she hid behind her Dad’s legs, almost making him trip.

“Daddy, make them go away” She whimpers. His poor Cherry was tired, hungry and especially didn’t want her face in photos. Harry always wished he could make them all go away instantly, but they never left until they got what they came for and more.

Harry frowned as Charleigh’s fists tightened on his joggers. Hearing her whines turn into cries, he instantly turned around and picked her up, holding her at his hip as her arms instantly snaked around his neck and her head was buried in his shoulder, her small cheeks red and tears staining his white t-shirt.

“Shhh, you’re safe. You’re okay...you may find me embarrassing...but I’ll always keep you safe” He mutters softly, pressing a kiss to her head and shielding her from the cameras.

He always got so angry at the press, but he knew best than to tell them what he really feels in front of Charleigh.

@TMZ: Harry Styles Making His Daughter Cry In New York

Harry was spotted in Times Square today with daughter Charleigh, 8. Styles was looking very angry as he carried his crying 8 year old. 

Was little Charleigh being a little nightmare again?

@ Harry_Styles replying to @TMZ : It’s not often I comment on things like this, but just to clarify, my daughter was crying because she didn’t want her photos taken my the press when she’s very tired. She’s eight years old and shouldn’t be having camera’s shoved in her face if she doesn’t want them. It’s also no ones place to speak of my daughter in that way.

@ MrsAnneTwist replying to @ Harry_styles and @ TMZ : This is horrid, they have no respect! I’m sure they wouldn’t like it if someone did this to their child! Hope my bug is okay! 

@ Harryfan1: WTF! How can someone write an article like this?!

@ Harryfan2: #JusticeForHarryAndCharleigh #FuckThePress

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Bathtime

GN!reader x Thoma

Summary: You get beaten up and Thoma runs you a nice bath which leads to some cute semi-flirting and awkwardness (✿◠‿◠)

Tags: incredibly fluffly fluff fluff with a hint of nakedness (no smut) so I guess it's 18+?, not proofread (pls message me about mistakes so I can correct them)

A/N: sooo I haven't written anything in... two years? I think? So I'm a little out of practice and there were a lot of moments when I was like: what the hell are you even doing this is so bad. But I just kept going and I think in the end it turned out kinda cute. Still working my confidence up to write some smut.....

Exhausted from your most recent battle against some low-life Treasure Hoarders you push against the heavy door of your apartment. Or more likely, fall against it because your limbs are just too jaded. You throw your blood-soaked claymore to the floor, that is a mess you will clean up tomorrow.

If you had known there were that many of them you probably would have asked someone for backup. But you were a little too confident three hours ago and made a fatal assumption that now makes your knees shake from exhaustion. Stiffly you carry your body to the bed, letting yourself slump on the mattress, face first. You sigh loudly with your head pressed into the soft cushion.

Your clothes are dirty, stained with blood and sand; your hair tangled and sticky from the sweat of your forehead. You are on the verge of passing out when you hear a firm knock. You groan weakly. "I'm not home!", you muffle, your face still pressed into the mattress.

"Hey y/n ? Are you alright?"

It's Thoma.

"Come in", you shout lifting your head up just enough so he can hear you.

By the time the blond arrives in your room, your head has landed on your bed again, eyes closed.

"Are you okay, y/n? You look like hell, what happened??" As soon as Thoma sees your limp body he rushes to the side of the bed. On his knees he cups your cheek trying to look at your face to see if you're alright. You only groan trying to push yourself up as not to worry him.

"Treasure Hoarders... and I can't read tracks for the life of me apparently. I won, though", you chuckle.

"Why didn't you say anything? I could've helped you" Thoma helps you sit up against the headboard and scans your face for bruises and nose bleeds. His hand is now resting on your shoulder in case you might fall over.

"You're always so busy with your work, I didn't wanna trouble you. Besides, I was convinced it were only like two guys. Didn't think it would be a whole gang of 'em", you smile softly. You wince when Thoma's fingertips travel to your shoulder blate and accidentally touch a bruised spot one of the Treasure Hoarders hit you with a shovel.

"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry! C'mere I know what will help", he says with a worried smile.

"Nooo I just wanna sleep, Thoma, pleaseee" you whine, not wanting to stand up ever again.

"I'm gonna make you a nice bath and you're gonna relax and you'll feel so much better when you're all cleaned up and then you can go to sleep, promise." He winks at you.

As sleepy as you are, a bath does sound nice. Also, the filth would be almost impossible to get off once it's all dry tomorrow. So you nod.

Thoma grins at you, pats you on the head and jumps up to run to your bathroom. You had almost dozed off again when he was at your bedside again a few minutes later to help you walk to the tub.

"Take my hands, sweetie", he says in a low voice. Thoma guides you into your own bathroom, supporting your tired body. "Do you want me to...", he begins looking at you and then the tub filled with bubbly water which smells like bee wax and vanilla.

"Oh uhh, no I'm fine", you chuckle. "You can leave now, thank you for...this." Your hands are still in his. His grip is firm yet gentle as to not hurt you again. "I'm gonna need my hands back though."

"Oh yeah, sorry", he laughs apologetically. "Call me if you need me." He backs out of the room, looking at you with a sweet smile before closing the door behind him.

You reach out to touch the bubbles floating on top of the water, giggling quietly. Thoma leans with his back against the wall close to the door listening intently, he smiles softly when he hears your delight.

Carefully you peal yourself out of your clothes, leaving them on the floor. You step into the bathtub. But your weak arms and legs betray you and what was supposed to be a gentle sitting down is now a loud splashy slipping and landing on your back. You squeal in surprise.

Before you know it the door swings open and you stare into green eyes full of anxiety. The bubbles are mostly outside of the tub now, leaving you sitting completely naked and exposed. Both of you stare at each other with wide eyes. The incredible pain coming from your back from the fall are only second on your mind right now.

Thoma stands frozen for what feels like half an eternity before clearing his throat to collect himself. "I'm sorry, I heard your scream so I needed to see if you're alright. Did you slip?" He stares so intently at your face trying to not let his eyes wander, it almost makes you laugh at him. But you're just too embarrassed to even answer him, so you only nod.

"Alright, I'm not leaving you alone anymore. Let me help you clean you up." With that he comes closer, his eyes still fixed on your face. Him moving snaps you out of your own frozen state. You break the intense eye contact and try to cover as much of your body with your hands as possible.

For the next hour both of you don't speak a single word. Thoma had filled the tub with new water and started gently scrubbing the dirt off your skin. You watched him silently, mesmerized by how sweet he was to you. And after a while you do relax. At this point, there was no going back.

"You are breathtakingly beautiful, y/n, you know that? Even with sandy hair and bloody hands." He softly rubs his thumb over your knuckles, carefully trying not to touch any bruised spots again.

You blush a bit, turning your head away. He cups your cheek to make you look at him, "I mean it." He smiles.

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After helping you out of the tub, Thoma wraps you into a clean towel. It's warm and feels soft against your skin. "Be right back", he says and leaves the room eagerly.

When he comes back he has a pile of clothes in his arms, "I didn't know which to pick so I just got a whole bunch. Oh, also... isn't that... my shirt?" He chuckles lightly holding up one of his black shirts that was squeezed in between your other clothes.

"Uhhh, well... remember that one time I helped you with that Hilichurl camp and one of them ripped my top, so we went to your place and you lent me your shirt so I didn't have to go home in rags?"

"Oh... so you... kept it?"

"I'm so sorry, I should've given it back. I just... it smelled like you and I-", you tried to explain yourself.

"Hey hey, don't worry about it. I was just... surprised you liked it", he soothes you, one hand in your still soaked hair.

"Well, I like you." You smile and look down.

Thoma holds his breath for a second before responding, "I like you too." He bows down a bit to catch your gaze again. "You wanna wear it now?"

You nod, blushing a bit.

And so he helps you put on some comfy clothes, his shirt including. Once you're all nice and dry he guides you to your bed again, which apparently he had cleaned up a bit at some point.

"Can you... can you stay, Thoma?", you ask, holding his hand as you sit down on your bed.

"Sure, sweetie." He lays down beside you, pulling a thick blanket over both of you. One hand is on your stomach as you press your back into his warm frame.

"Thank you, Thoma", you mumble, sleep already pulling your consciousness away.

"You're welcome, y/n"

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Shoutout to you for reading the whole thing!

[nanamisflowerfield]

Heyo could I ask hcs for guy, tsuzuru and taichi with an s/o who says really cheesy pickup lines (for example; "my mum told me to follow my dreams can I follow you?) just to see them blush?? Thank you anyways have a nice day and please stay safe!! Lovec your work!! <3 :]

I really enjoyed writing it! Thanks for requesting it and for your sweet words (////)! I hope that you like it and have a great day!💕

📝 “I’ve heard it said that kissing is the ‘language of love’. Would you care to have a conversation with me about it sometime?” You smiled at Tsuzuru, noticing that he had raised his eyebrow at you. It was the very first time, that you had used a pickup line on him, but maybe it will help you to finally see him blush!

📝 “If we talk about it… Maybe it could help me with some ideas. Sure, a small talk about it won’t hurt.” Tsuzuru said, turning his head back towards his laptop as he continued to work on it, leaving you standing behind him.

📝 Maybe he was just tired. That could be possible, right? He is always busy and doing lots of things. You just have to use more on him so he will figure out that you actually use some cheesy ones on him!

📝 A week later, you walked to your dear friend, sitting down next to him only to ask him out of the blue: “Kiss me if I’m wrong but, dinosaurs still exist, right?” Tsuzuru’s bright eyes widen at your words. His cheeks were dusted red as he listened carefully and hearing even those words in his mind, asking him the same question over and over, making his cheeks go redder. “W-What…?” He stuttered, now realizing that you used a pickup line on him.

📝 “You heard me. Kiss me if I’m wrong.” You smirked at him, winking at the flustered man, as you stood up. Oh, how adorable Tsuzuru was, when he looked at you with this expression. You surely will not stop using those cheesy pickup lines. Who wouldn’t even want to stop after seeing the script writer so flustered and nearly dropping his phone…?

🐶 “Hey, I just wanted to thank you for the gift… I’ve been wearing this smile ever since you gave it to me.” You smiled sweetly at Taichi, whose blush spread from his cheeks towards his nose and ears. “Huh…? I… What? M-Me…?” That was the whole reason, why you started to use those cheesy but also funny pickup lines on sweet puppy-like Taichi.

🐶 You could never stop doing it, as it made Taichi so flustered. He was even more puppy-like whenever you did so, even following you like one, making Yuki and Banri laugh at the redhead’s behavior.

🐶 Never did he thought that somebody would try to flirt with him. He doesn’t even know how to stay calm around you. Hell, there was even a time, Taichi tried to use some lines on you, but when you were faster than him, words couldn’t escape his mouth, as he stared at you.

🐶 “Your hand looks heavy—can I hold it for you?” The autumn troupe actor wanted to scream “YES!” in a heartbeat, but again, he stood there, hiding his blushing face with his palms, while you chuckled at his reaction.

🐶 You used them all the time… Even when you two ate your food together. “What’s on your face?” You asked him, making Taichi look up from his food, asking himself if he had a bit of his sauce on his cheek again. “Is it… sauce?” He asked, trying to wipe it off, while still munching on his food. “Oh, sorry… It’s just your beautiful eyes! Huh… Taichi!? Oh my god, I’m sorry, please don’t die! I didn’t want you to choke on your food! Taichiiii!! Take a deep breath! Oh nooo!”

🤖 “My mom told me to follow my dreams. Can I follow you?” Guy raised his eyebrows at you, not familiar with any pickup lines at all. “I wanted to go to the park. If you want to accompany me, you are very welcome to do so.” Guy said, leaving the building. “W-Wait… What?”

🤖 One day, Guy will learn about it and you will make sure, that his face will get as red as the roses you’ve seen your friends getting, after their plays. “I will never stop my cheesy pickup line game.” You laughed, only to see your friend Izumi shake her head at you. “It’s Guy. I’m sure that he won’t react the same way like some other people.”

🤖 Oh boy, was Izumi wrong! You never gave up and threw them at the actor, wherever and whenever you could. You will see the reaction you wanted!

🤖 “I swear someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes.” Your hands were on top of Guy’s shoulders, as you eyed him. “That’s not possible, (y/n).” He just said, turning around to leave you once again alone in his room. “Mh… Guy’s ears were a little bit red… Wait… Was he blushing?” Your lips turned into a wide smile, cheering and happy that you finally did it! Guy was blushing! Not as much as you wished for, but he still did it!

🤖 “Next mission… Make him blush more often…” You smirked to yourself, running after the taller man, as you told him more pickup lines.

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oh nooo, those prompts are adorable!! could you please do something for stevetony? any prompt you’d want to write would be amazing, but I really love 🤧 or 🔥.

also, I hope you’re enjoying the festive season a lot❤️💚 xx

ahhh, tbh this month has been so busy i feel like i missed the entire festive season!! it's finally calming down just in time for christmas tho so! 💚 I hope you're having a nice holiday season, too!

i went with 🤧 (sick for the holidays) for a modern au where steve is tony's PA and gets sick just around christmas ❤️

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"Wish me luck, Steven. I'm running out for a lunch meeting. If I'm not back by two, call me and stage an emergency, k?" Tony asks, stopping at Steve's desk to wrap his scarf around his neck and sigh heavily. It's freezing out, threatening snow almost all day, and Steve's sure it'll hold out just in time for the evening rush home.

The idea of trudging home through the snow makes him want to shiver, even as he's safely inside the warm, festive Stark Industries building.

"If I stop for an afternoon pick me up to revive myself after said lunch, what can I get you?"

Steve considers this, watching Tony brush an invisible piece of fuzz off the sleeve of his jacket. He hates these meetings, Steve knows. They're always with hopeful new graduates looking for jobs, or people looking for investments for their start-ups, and the lunches always happen because their parents are on the SI board, or know someone who knows someone. It's rare that Tony goes to one of these and comes back in a good mood. Steve's seen enough of them to know by now.

"Tea?" Steve asks. It would be nice after an afternoon of spreadsheets on any given day, but especially today, when his throat's been feeling scratchy for most of the day.

Most of the last two days, really, but he can't tell if it's the change in weather, the dust blowing through the heating vents, or an actual cold coming on. He'll gladly take either of the first two over the third option. With Christmas right around the corner, year end work stuff, and the Stark Industries Christmas party all coming up, he really, really doesn't have time to deal with one of his endless winter colds.

They always make themselves at home in his sinuses for a week or two at by far the most inopportune times, leaving him a sniffly, sneezing, tired mess for longer than he'd like. For as careful and conscientious as he is, Steve never knows how he ends up getting sick as often as he does.

"Tea it is," Tony says. "Remember, not back by two, call me and say the sky is falling."

Steve laughs, shaking his head. "Got it. And you know, you can always tell them no, right? You own the company, surely you're not obligated to meet with people unless you want to, right?"

"You'd think," Tony says, sighing again. "It's an optics thing," he explains. "But you're right, I should be putting my foot down more."

"That's a good New Year's resolution," Steve says. "No more lunches unless you want to be there."

"Lunches with just you for the foreseeable future, then" Tony says.

"That's not what I—" Steve feels his face flush and hopes Tony's too distracted to notice it.

"You didn't, I did," Tony says, waving a hand. "Anyway, I'm going now. I'll be back with your tea and a double shot for me. And turn the heat up if you want, you look like you're freezing," Tony says as he leaves.

Steve stares after him, wondering how Tony could possibly have noticed that during their brief conversation, but gets up and adjusts the thermostat anyway.

He is freezing.

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By the time Tony gets back, Steve has raised the temperature twice more, and while he's warming up, his throat's definitely feeling worse, and on top of that he's tired from the heat. He's dangerously close to dozing off on his keyboard when Tony walks in, bringing with him a rush of cold afternoon air, and a steaming cup of tea.

"A London fog for Mr. Rogers," Tony says, depositing the cup on Steve's desk.

"Thanks, Tony," Steve says, touched that Tony had remembered his order. Though, while Steve used to be the one bringing the coffee, more often than not they go on coffee runs together these days, and it's not like he changes up his order very often. "How was it?" He asks, rubbing his eyes to wake himself up and taking a careful sip of his drink.

"Not as bad as I feared, actually. This kid's genius level smart, and really just wanted to talk about his ideas. Didn't ask me for a thing," Tony says.

He unwinds the scarf and shucks off his coat, disappearing into his office for a minute to deposit them before returning to Steve's desk. He perches on the edge of it while he sips his coffee — iced, even in this weather — Steve notes fondly.

"So naturally you're going to do something crazy nice for him," Steve supplies.

The tea feels wonderful on his throat, coating it and warming him up all at once, and he feels a renewed hope that maybe this is all he needed: a break and a hot drink and some time with Tony.

Tony grins at him. "Yeah, probably."

Steve can't help but smile back. There was no one like Tony Stark, he'd known that in theory when he applied for the job as his assistant over a year ago now, but he knows it probably better than anyone now, having seen Tony at his best and worst, day in and day out.

"The final invoice for the party came in while you were out. I paid it, you just need to sign it. It's on your desk. And the expense reports are ready for a signature, too. Also on your desk," Steve says.

"What would I do without you?" Tony asks, standing.

"Hire a new assistant I guess," Steve teases.

It's a running joke that Tony goes through assistants like t-shirts. At least, he had before Steve. Tony had been through a long list of past PAs who hadn't worked out, for various reasons. Steve been warned about that when he started, but something about the two of them just clicked. They worked perfectly together, and between Tony's big ideas and Steve's attention to detail, there was very little they couldn't accomplish when they put their minds to it. They'd spent many a late night together, working through plans and schematics, ordering in take out and going for celebratory drinks, and Steve can't imagine doing it with anyone else.

Most people didn't understand how someone could love being an assistant, and Steve, prior to coming to work for Tony, probably wouldn't have been able to understand it himself, but he really does love his job. He's good at it, for one thing, managing calendars and projects and making sure everything on Tony's plate is being handled. The company is also innovative and supportive of all its employees, which is hard to find in a lot of these types of jobs. At a billion-dollar corporation like Stark Industries, it's almost unheard of.

The fact that his boss is gorgeous and funny and unbelievably generous is just an added bonus to an already great gig. Steve can't put his finger on when, exactly, his feelings for Tony Stark had settled in, but what he does know is that they've taken root now, and it feels almost like they've always been there.

"You're irreplaceable, you know that," Tony says. He lets his eyes fall to Steve's for a minute, then frowns. "You okay? You look a little..."

Steve freezes, wondering how bad he must look for Tony to notice. "I'm good," he says quickly. "A little tired, but a good night's sleep should fix that."

"Okay," Tony nods. "Good. If not, you know you have all the PTO you could ever want, you should use it."

"Sure, I will if you will," Steve smiles.

"Right. That's a good New Year's resolution: Use PTO," Tony says with a laugh, retreating into his office to finish out the day.

****

When he gets up the next morning, Steve realizes with a sinking feeling that he is most definitely feeling worse instead of better, and the nine hours of sleep hadn't fixed him right up like he'd hoped. He'd fallen asleep almost immediately after eating and showering last night, not making it far past nine o'clock before passing out in his bed.

Instead, this morning finds Steve with a dull ache behind his eyes, his nose is starting to run, and he's being plagued by frequent sneezing fits. With the SI Christmas party just days away, though, there's no way he can lose an entire day to be sick on his couch.

Instead, he makes himself some toast and makes himself eat all of it before downing some DayQuil before leaving his apartment. The space is pretty small, but he's made it his own, filling it with books and sketchbooks and art. Plus, this time of year he has his little pre-lit tree setup, and Christmas lights hung up around the living room and entry way. It's cozy, and really, he'd like nothing more than to spend the day on the couch with his lights on and marathon old Christmas movies.

Steve promises himself he'll leave work on time today and get home and relax and do just that. Maybe he'll even order takeout so he doesn't have to think about dinner. The idea is nice and warm enough that it motivates him down the stairs and out into the cold, wintry morning.

He manages to keep his nose in check for the entire length of his subway ride to the office, which feels like a feat, given how stuffy he feels this morning. Between the cold air and the onslaught of perfumes and cologne, Steve spends the majority of the ride rubbing at his nose and fumbling for tissues, determined not to be that guy on the train.

By the time he reaches his desk though, the warmth of the building and the relentless itch in his sinuses can't be quelled for another minute. He grabs a handful of tissues from the box he keeps on his desk, breath catching a few times as he holds them over his mouth and nose.

“ehh-hhuh! uhh–CHSH! et’CHshsh! eptSH! TSH!” The sneezes shiver right out of him, leaving him sniffling into his tissues when he's done.

"God bless you," Tony says, appearing at his side, his eyebrows knit with concern. "You do not sound good, Steve. You look like you've been hit by a truck, and I mean that in the nicest way possible."

"Snf! Not sure that's something you can say ndicely," Steve replies, sitting down. He's tempted to keep his coat on, what with how chilly he still is, but he shrugs out of it and drapes it over the back of his chair. He'd warm up soon enough now that he's inside.

Tony rolls his eyes. "You always look good, and I know you know what I mean."

Steve swallows. He doesn't, actually, but he nods like he does, looking down at his sweater. It's not his usual work wear, but it's thick and warm and that took priority today.

"I took medicine, don't worry," Steve says.

"Consider this: I do worry, though."

Steve laughs, something warm settling in his chest at the idea of Tony worrying about him.

"Worrying's my job," Steve says.

Tony shakes his head. "Someone's gotta worry about you. That's not in your job description. Though it probably should be," he frowns again. "Seriously, if you don't feel good, please go home. I promise not to burn the building down while you're out."

"Tony, I'm seriously okay. I'll go home if I feel any worse, alright?"

"Okay, okay, suit yourself." Tony shoots him one more tense look before disappearing into his office again.

Steve nods, making a show of turning his laptop on and adjusting his keyboard and settling in.

His eyes feel glassy and heavy, though, and all morning, focusing on his brightly lit computer screen makes his eyes water, which makes his nose run, which makes him sneeze. It's a terrible, frustrating cycle.

By lunchtime, Steve is decidedly not fine. The DayQuil's starting to wear off, the little trashcan under his desk is full of tissues, and he knows he's probably wearing on Tony's nerves with his constant sniffles and sneezing. He'd come out a few times, to bless him, to offer him tea, and just to chat, and since Steve had already been too distracted by his cold to get much of anything done, he'd welcomed Tony's visits even more than usual.

Finally, he gets up to go to the bathroom, determined to splash some water on his face and clean himself up some. When he returns, though, there's a new box of tissues on his desk, along with a post-it note on top in Tony's scrawled handwriting.

Steven,

Running out to meet Pep. Please take these and go home and feel better or you're fired.

Kidding.

But really, go home. New Year's resolution: take your sick days.

Feel better :)

—TS

Steve smiles down at the note and shakes his head. He knows Tony's right. He's hardly being useful today, and nearly all of the big stuff for the party is taken care of. He can watch the remaining RSVPs trickle in via email on his phone, and spend the rest of the day making sure he isn't too sick and miserable to actually attend the party on Friday.

****

In the end, it's a relief to be home. Steve has to muffle back a handful of sneezes on his way there, but still. There's no getting around it this time, he's too cold and sick to do anything but tuck his face into his elbow as he ticklish pressure behind his sinuses crests into a few scattered sneezes on the ride home.

“uhhChssmpshh! TChushooo!” They're stronger and wetter than earlier, and he knows that the rest of the day will be more of the same.

Steve changes into sweats as soon as he gets inside, turns on his little electric fireplace, and sinks into his couch with a stuffy sigh. He's not one for feeling sorry for himself, but as he takes another dose of medicine and flicks through his long list of holiday movies, Steve can't help but think how nice it would be if someone were here with him. Not to fuss over him, not really, just to... keep him company a little. Someone who wanted to be with him even when he felt and sounded and looked like shit.

Well, okay, not just someone.

The image of Tony in his suit that morning floats into his mind as if on cue, and Steve lets himself think, just for a minute, what it might be like if Tony wasn't just his boss and friend, but something more. If he were here, right now, laying beside him on his couch.

It's a nice thought, Steve thinks. He doesn't get too far into his little fantasy, though, before his cold and the warmth of the blankets tug him down into a deep, fitful sleep.

When Steve wakes up again, it's to the sound of someone knocking on his door.

Steve blinks his eyes a few times, wincing at how sore his throat feels. His head feels like it's packed with cotton and he's pretty sure he already has to—

“uhh-hEH! ehh–TCHchssh! “hutCHSshhiew! uhhhISSHhiew!"

Right. Sneeze.

The knocking comes again, more tentative this time, and Steve manages to rub his nose into some tissues before tossing them, and his blankets aside and padding over to the door. Someone had to be lost delivering food or something because he certainly isn't expecting anyone.

Steve's stunned into silence when he opens the door and finds Tony standing on the other side of it, an uncertain look on his face that Steve's never seen before.

"Hi. Look, this is probably like, an HR violation of some sort, you know that's not my area, but I thought maybe you could use some... sick person supplies. Or some company, if you want it," Tony babbles, like something right out of Steve's dreams.

"Or you can just take this and throw me out on my ass, which is probably the smart decision here. I mean, who wants their boss to—"

"What? No, come in," Steve says, still in disbelief. He moves aside and lets Tony in.

Tony Stark. Here. In his apartment. Steve is suddenly too aware of the fact that he has on old college sweatpants, and that there are blankets and tissues strewn over his couch, and wonders if maybe he shouldn't have been so eager to tell Tony to come in.

"You didn't have to do this," Steve says when Tony hands over the bag. "Really, I'm probably one million percent contagious."

Tony rubs the back of his neck. "There's soup in there, from the deli by the office. Chicken and rice, not chicken noodle," he specifies.

Steve smiles. He loves that deli, and that soup, even though Tony laughs at him for picking that over chicken noodle like everyone else.

"Thanks," he says softly. "Can I get you anything? A drink or..." He trails off, unsure what the protocol is for when the boss you've been in love with for the better part of a year shows up on your doorstep.

"I'm good, seriously, Steve, you should sit down." Tony motions to the couch, and Steve's face flushes as he hurries to swipe the tissues into the trash and shove the blankets aside.

"Do you have tea?" Tony asks, and Steve stands again, nodding.

"Let me make you some," Tony says, "just show me where you keep it."

It's strange, having Tony here, making tea in his kitchen and insisting Steve relax for once. It's laughable, really, because Steve's not sure he's ever seen Tony relax, either, but still, he can't say it isn't nice, having him here.

Even if he does wish it were under better circumstances.

"For you," Tony says, returning to the living room with a mug in hand. He sits down beside Steve on the couch, and Steve can feel his eyes on him as he takes a sip.

"Thanks," Steve says again. "I was just thinking company would be nice," he adds.

Tony looks pleased to hear this. "Well, not really just, but earlier. I was asleep when you knocked."

At this, Tony looks ready to leap to his feet and offer to leave again, and Steve places a hand on his arm, just in case he tries. "Not that I mind being woken up," he adds quickly.

They agree on a Christmas movie, and though Steve keeps apologizing when he pauses it to blow his nose or sneeze for the millionth time, Tony never seems to mind.

"God bless you!" Tony says, laying a hand on Steve's back as if to steady him after a particularly strong sneeze.

"Sorry," Steve says again. "I'm terrible company like this. You really don't have to stay."

"And you really don't have to keep apologizing," Tony says quietly. " I'm not going anywhere. This is nice, actually."

Steve's quiet, and he thinks there might be something there in the silence between them, but then the movies continues to play and neither of them say anything and whatever is is passes.

****

At some point, Steve falls asleep. He knows this because he wakes up an hour later, his face pressed into something soft and sturdy.

It comes back to him all at once, that Tony knocked on his door, made him tea, brought him soup, and then...

Steve promptly fell asleep on top of him.

"Morning, sunshine," Tony says, smiling a little as Steve gets his bearings. He feels almost too warm, and his nose is more stuffy than runny like it had been earlier. He feels every bit like he's been hit by a truck, just like Tony said earlier.

It's strange that this is all still the same day, that he'd gone to work and come home and Tony appeared and they fell asleep on his couch.

"I'mb sorry," Steve says immediately. "I didn't mean to fall asleep on you."

"New years resolution: stop apologizing so much," Tony says. He looks at Steve more seriously. "Really, it's fine, you look cute."

Steve stares at him, positive he's misheard something, or taken too much cold medicine. Whatever it is, there's no way..."

"Actually, what I should do is stop suggesting resolutions for you and try and keep my own," Tony says

"Which is what?" Steve asks, though he's starting to think he knows just what it is. His heart is gathering speed in his chest and it takes him a minute to process the words as they leave Tony's mouth.

"Oh, you know, the usual. Work out more. Take my time off. Stop having feelings for you, normal stuff."

Stop having feelings for you.

"Sorry, like I said, walking HR violation," Tony says. "I'll just go and we can forget this ever happened, okay?"

"Tony, stop." Steve shakes his head. "If I wasn't sick I would kiss you to make you stop apologizing," he confesses. "I've felt the same way since... I don't know, my first day, probably."

Tony gapes at him. "You did," he says.

Steve nods, running a hand through his sleep-rumpled hair.

Tony's silent for a long moment, then nudges himself closer to Steve and leans in, brushing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, like he's testing a theory.

"Huh," he says.

"I don't think I've ever seen you speechless before," Steve laughs.

"First time for everything, Steven," Tony says.

Steve lets himself think of all the other firsts he wants to have with Tony.

"New year's resolution: ask for what we want," Steve says. He still feels tired, exhausted, really, and he definitely needs more cold medicine before he actually gets in bed, but he can't bring himself to think about any of that just now.

"Deal," Tony grins. He settles in close to Steve again with a contented sigh.

The new year was already looking bright.