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[thekenobee]

@fairytalesandfandoms

Newmann on the cutting room floor.

[toomuchracket]

if you're too shy (office nerd!matty x reader fluff)

in which the other music journalist at the magazine you work at is the cutest weird boy you've ever met. enjoy <3

in hindsight, coming back from a two-week holiday the same day the magazine goes to print was a misguided idea.

your editor-in-chief tells you as much when you enter the office, pulling you into a half hug. “don't get me wrong, it's lovely to see you,” she says, scraping her hair back into a bun and securing it with a pencil. “but you'll be doing nothing all day, i'm afraid. maybe some last minute proofing, but i think everyone in nightlife and reviews has been alright. double-check with marianne.”

you do just that, weaving your way through people running copy and coffee between departments until you reach your own. it's mercifully quiet compared to everywhere else, the ten or so people dotted at desks around the sunlit room looking at their laptops and wearing headphones; you actually have to flick marianne on the back of the head to get her to notice you. “oi.”

“who the- oh, hi!” marianne's face softens when she sees it's you, and she stands to pull you into one of her infamously bone-crushing hugs before pulling back to get a good look. “well, you look annoyingly well-rested. but i suppose a fortnight in a spanish villa will do that to you. bitch.”

“i had a great time, thanks for asking,” you grin. “how’s everything been with you? stressful, without your star reporter?”

“well, for starters, you've been succeeded for that title.”

you frown only half-jokingly, scanning the room to try and guess which of your colleagues has replaced you as marianne's unofficial favourite. “who the fuck…?”

“language,” she lightly slaps your arm, in spite of the fact she was just about to say the same thing, then smiles suspiciously. “and i’m talking about our newest recruit.”

the brewing annoyance in your stomach dissipates immediately, replaced by a flock of tiny butterflies. “oh,” you try to keep your smile to a minimum. “that's okay. i like him.”

marianne sees right through you, though. she rolls her eyes. “oh, you would.”

“what?”

she sighs, motioning for you to lower your voice and modifying her own to a whisper. “he’s a curly-haired pretty-eyed vaguely scrawny white boy. you'd like him even if he didn't think the sun shone out of your arse.”

“marianne!” you hiss. “he does not!”

“don’t act all indignant, he has literally looked over at you once every thirty seconds since you walked in - and don't look, idiot, you'll freak him out. we need him on the ball, today of all days,” she rubs her eyes. “but yes, he’s very good at his job. i like him, even if i've no idea what in the world he goes off on his tangents about. great writer.”

“yeah, he is,” you risk a glance towards him, but all you can see is the back of his laptop - covered in stickers for things you can only name half of - and dark curls peeking out from the side of his headphones. “i like the references. different perspective from me, innit? that's why we hired him, after all.”

“who's we? you were too pissed off that i was hiring another music critic to agree to be part of the interviewing panel.”

you'd love to disagree, but you really were pissed when marianne and the other editors told you they were expanding the nightlife section. it didn't matter that it was in response to an increase in funding and readership, with the magazine switching to a print format as well as the online edition you'd contributed to since its creation - your fierce independence and pride meant you didn't take the news well, made you think it was an issue with your competence and writing ability that meant you'd be getting a new colleague. but once you were reassured that you'd still get to keep the Big Gigs and restaurant reviews to yourself, you were slightly more agreeable to the idea.

and once you actually met the new guy, stumbling over both his words and his own feet as he introduced himself, you couldn't quite remember why you'd been opposed in the first place.

“well,” you say, snapping back into reality. “thank goodness i'm over it now.”

“because you want to get under him?”

“no!” you stand indignantly, and then grin. “on top, maybe.”

“good grief,” your boss shakes her head. “don't you go bringing it up to him - excuse the pun - before this edition goes to the printers,” she points at you as you move to walk away. “or talking to him at all until then, actually, you hear me? i love you, but you're a distraction to him, and he's my best journo.”

“he's not, but alright,” you pat her head as you walk back towards the door. “i'll be in the staff room if you need me. and i won't talk to anyone, mum, i promise.”

“i'm only five years older than you!”

“whatever you say!” you reply in a singsongy voice, giggling to yourself as you wander towards the sunny kitchen. the little radio on the windowsill is on, as it always is, and you nod along to the cure while you wait for the kettle to boil. once you've made a cuppa (and grabbed a slack handful of the chocolate digestives marianne always keeps the cupboard stocked with), you settle at the table with your laptop, typing out ideas for your next feature and doing your best not to think about the boy down the corridor you've been instructed not to talk to for the time being. for the most part, you succeed.

that is, until he walks into the staff room two hours later.

you frantically wipe your face of biscuit crumbs as he does, smiling as sweetly as you can for someone with no idea if she has chocolate on her teeth or not. “hi, matty. how are you?”

“oh, hi! i'm, uh, i'm alright,” matty smiles widely enough that his verbal emotional downplaying is blatant - still, he's so cute, beaming at you like that with his little sweater paws. he’s always in a jumper or cardigan or hoodie of some kind, and on more than one occasion in the three months you've known him, you've absolutely thought about literally cosying up into him instead of doing any work. “how was spain? and the wedding - it was a family wedding you were going to, yeah?”

“that's right,” it’s not a big deal, but you glow at the fact he remembered. or maybe it's the soft intent he looks at you with. “it was lovely, yeah. although - wait, have we gone to print?” you ask, suddenly recalling marianne's instructions. “i'm not keeping you from work?”

matty's curls bounce as he shakes his head, light hitting off the metal hoop in his earlobe (that you're only mildly obsessed with). “we've gone. i'm just in here to get my lunch,” he pulls a tupperware from the fridge, cheeks rosy as he waves it. “made some soup last night.”

he makes his own soup. the thought is so endearing that it takes everything in you not to sigh; you settle for a smile. “carrot and coriander?”

“you can tell from one glance?”

you shrug. “s'my favourite.”

“really?” matty's face seems to light up. “mine too,” he busies himself with putting the tupperware in the microwave, taking his time pressing buttons and turning dials before looking bashfully at you. “so, you had a nice time at the wedding, then?”

“i did, thank you. do you, um,” you start, suddenly shy. “d'you want to see some photos from it, while you're waiting for the soup to heat up?”

he nods back just as shyly, sitting quite awkwardly on the seat next to yours; while you open your photos app, matty twists a stray curl around his finger, and the movement seems to send your nerves into vibration as well as the molecules in the air. with a series of shallow breaths, you locate the folder of the wedding pictures and set your phone on the table. “feel free to flick through them, if you like.”

“thank you,” matty sits forward, carefully swiping through the album. you lean on your elbow, doing your best not to beam adoringly at the way he looks intently at each photo before moving to the next. “the venue is really beautiful.”

“yeah, it was stunning.”

the next picture is one of you in your bridesmaid dress, taken by your sister the morning of the wedding. you watch, slightly heartsick, as matty's mouth falls open as he looks at you; the feeling worsens when he tentatively does the same thing in real life, those pretty eyes of his sparkling as he smiles softly. “so are you. really. like,” he looks down at the photo again, shaking his head slightly before looking back up at you. “that colour is beautiful on you. honest. you look incredible.”

“thank you,” the words come out in a whisper, and the two of you silently smile at each other for a moment until you clear your throat. “um, there are more of the official pics on my instagram, let me… actually, do you have my private account?”

“oh, no,” matty shakes his head again - god, you love the way his hair moves. “just the one for your writing.”

“well,” you tap on the app with an almost-imperceptibly shaky finger. “that's the username there, if you'd like to follow. no pressure, of course. don’t wanna fuck up your algorithms or anything.”

your nervous chuckle at the end of the sentence turns to a giggle when you see matty's face as you share your username; it lights up so much that you'd be forgiven for thinking he'd just won the lottery. he pulls his own phone out and taps away at it. “you don't have to follow me back, by the way,” his cheeks flush a deep red, a beautiful colour. “m'not posting anything interesting.”

doubtful. he might be one of the most interesting people you've ever met, all talent and sweetness and a wealth of cultural understanding wrapped up in a sweater and a pretty face. “no, i'd like to.”

“alright. thank you,” matty's cheeks seem to get even redder as he watches you hit follow back, face twitching as though he’s trying to stop himself smiling too big. when the microwave dings, he all but skips over to it, almost tripping over the leg of his chair in a sweetly awkward way; he swears under his breath when he lifts the steaming container out, turning back sheepishly to look at you. “sorry.”

“don't worry,” you grin at him, feeling slightly bold. “i still think you're sweet when you swear.”

he giggles, and the noise makes your heart leap; in addition to being one of the most interesting people you think you've ever met, matty healy is without doubt the cutest. watching his lips pout in concentration as he stirs the soup and checks the temperature, you briefly imagine what they would feel like against your own, how he would be if the two of you were to kiss. just as giggly and endearingly awkward as he usually is, you think - eager to please, lips and tongue a little sloppy and unsure but enthusiastic enough for you not to mind, slightly unsure of where to put his hands so as to not make you uncomfortable… the scene is as clear as day in your head, and you really, really want to recreate it. you'd devour him right now if you could, the sweetheart.

and then, matty reaches up to get a bowl from the shelf, the hem of his shirt goes with him, and your want to devour him suddenly takes on a less pg-rated meaning than it did a second ago.

he has a fucking hip tattoo.

you’re pretty sure it's only a sliver of the full design you can actually see, but the hints of red and blue and black ink and the glimpse of his happy trail are enough to fuck you up completely. as you register what you're seeing - what you're discovering about the seemingly buttoned-up, shy, unassuming-to-everyone-but-you matty - your breath catches in your throat, forcing you to cough quite obviously on the mouthful of lukewarm tea you'd just taken. one cough turns into another, and you clap a hand over your mouth to make your tattoo reaction attack the least obvious it can be.

still, the ever-perceptive man across the kitchen notices, running over to crouch in front of you with concern filling those beautiful eyes of his. “you alright, darling?”

darling?! no, you most certainly aren't alright.

but you can't tell matty that, so you stick to gesturing to let him know you'll reply once you've managed to swallow your tea. “i am, yeah, thanks. tea just, y'know, went down the wrong way.”

matty tilts his head. “you sure?”

“yeah,” you smile, slightly embarrassed. “really. thank you, though.”

“of course,” he smiles in return, knee brushing lightly against your leg as he steadies himself; he looks down, eyes widening as he registers how close the two of you are, and quickly stands. “i'd better, y'know, get my lunch.”

you nod, despite the strange loneliness settling into your bones at the lack of him next to you. “i can head back to the office, if you want peace?”

“no, no, please stay!” matty all but gasps, turning to look at you like a deer caught in headlights - he clears his throat, blinking a few times before speaking again. “please don't feel the need to leave on my account, i mean. or feel obliged to talk, really - i was just going to read.”

“you're sure i won't be a bother to you?”

matty smiles warmly, shaking his head. “that'll never happen.”

christ.

“okay,” you whisper, winking at him - and savouring the little giggle that bubbles out of him when you do - before turning back to your laptop. 

matty settles at the table a minute or so later, pulling a paperback from his back pocket and holding it open quite attractively with one hand. you peek over the rim of your laptop at him every so often, never for more than a couple of seconds at a time; partially to avoid the mortification of him catching you, but mostly because if you look at him any longer you know your mind will wander back to that fucking hip tattoo of his, and what it might look like completely visible to you, and what it might feel like under your lips, and what noises matty might make if you slowly dragged your tongue all over it before moving to the side to lick a wavy line up the length of his-

enough. he's literally right there.

the room feels hot, all of a sudden, your cheeks flushing and throat drying to match. on only slightly shaky legs, you pick up your waterbottle and head to the water fountain, crouching as best you can to fill it. even though he stays silent, you can feel matty’s eyes on you from across the room, but it doesn't bother you or freak you out in the way that other men ogling you at a water fountain would - it's quite obvious that matty has some sort of more-than-platonic affection for you, but his gaze has always been one of appreciation and awe when it comes to you, not the predatory one you've come to expect from men. and yet, his is the only male gaze that makes you feel slightly nervous, unused to being looked at with such reverence and tenderness by an attractive boy; in complete contrast, though, it also makes you lower your guard, pull down the bricks from the wall you've built around your heart, and allow yourself to actually feel something for matty, for once. something good, honest, promising.

matty looks up from his book as you sit down, smiling pleasantly. he opens his mouth as if to talk, and then closes it immediately, shaking his head slightly.

this intrigues you. “you okay, matty?”

“hmm? oh, yeah, i was just thinking,” his cheeks go a shade of pink you would buy in blush form if you could find it. “when you were first talking about the wedding… you said although, and then we got off-topic slightly. what, um, what were you going to say, if you don't mind me asking?”

“oh, right,” you wrack your brain, doing your best to not get distracted by how cute you find his perception. “i think i was going to say something about how, as good as it all was, there's nothing like a family wedding to remind you of how single you are.”

his jaw falls open. “you… you don't have a boyfriend? wait, sorry,” he blinks. “or a partner?”

you shake your head, biting the inside of your lip to stop yourself smiling. “no boyfriend, no. and thus, constantly advised by a never-ending flock of aunts that i should get one so i could get married.”

“christ,” matty winces. “yeah, my cousin's getting married in a couple of months - not looking forward to everyone asking me when i'm going to meet a nice girl and settle down, as if i can answer.”

no girlfriend. how interesting. “you're single? really?”

he rolls his eyes, still smiling at you. “be serious. course i am.”

“i am being serious! that surprises me,” you lean on one elbow, tilting your head to look at him. “you're lovely, matty.”

matty’s eyes widen, and he blinks adorably a few times before he smiles shyly again. “thank you. i think the same about you.”

“you do?”

he simply nods, total sincerity in those pretty eyes. 

you feel your cheeks warm, but you make no effort to hide it. “thank you.”

matty shrugs. “just telling the truth, darling,” he looks panicked when he realises what he's said. “sorry for calling you that, twice, it just-”

“i like it, matty, it's alright,” you say reassuringly. “and i like-”

“oh, thank god you're both here,” marianne bursts into the room, carrying her laptop; you frown petulantly at her for ruining your moment, but shuffle your chair round closer to matty's so she can sit at the table too. “something weird’s happening.”

matty squints. “what d'you mean by weird?”

marianne pushes her laptop towards you both. “there's overlap in your planned reviews - the band you're going to see at the end of next week, matthew, have just been announced as the opener for the next Big Gig. i need to know how we want to go about this.”

“oh,” he looks at you. “i don't mind if you want to just review them as part of yours.”

you're shaking your head vehemently before he even finishes talking. “no, that's not fair,” you tap your lips with your index finger the way you always do when you concentrate, trying to ignore the glow within your body when you see matty looking at them from the corner of your eye; inspiration strikes, and you turn to marianne. “matty could come with me, couldn't he? if he reviews their headline gig, and then he does a follow-up review of their opening set in the Big Gig feature - we could just do a joint byline, work together on it.”

both of them turn to look at you in slight shock. marianne is the first to speak, her words trickling out slowly as she processes the fact you've just agreed to let someone else work on a Big Gig for the first time. “you're… happy with that?”

“if matty is, yeah,” you turn to him, smiling. “sound alright?”

he beams. “more than. thank you.”

“of course,” you turn back to the boss. “there you go. sorted.”

she sighs, relieved. “thank goodness for that. alright,” she stands, picking up her laptop and heading back to the main office. “i'll coordinate press passes. thanks for making that simple - you're both stars.”

“anytime!” you call after her, before turning back to matty. “you're sure you're happy to do this? i realise i've just given you more work to do, but…”

he laughs, a beautiful sound. “nah, i don't mind. also,” he shuffles in his seat, bashful again. “i actually have a spare ticket for the first show, if you'd like it - bought it before i saw it was on the review roster. doesn't seem fair that i get to go to two gigs while you only get one, i think. i mean, no pressure, obviously, but the offer's there.”

god, he’s so fucking cute. how could you ever say no to him? “i'd like that a lot, matty, thank you,” you beam at him. “i think us working together is going to be a lot of fun.”

matty beams back just as enthusiastically. “i think so too.”

[thearchercore]

exactly, charles has built a very good entourage. If you notice the people around him are all people he has known since he was a child. His circle has not changed, whether on a professional or personal level. He has an entourage who respects his private life and who takes into account his opinion on the fact of being exposed or not. This always reminds me during the new year, his group of friends was in Portugal, they were posting on the networks but there was no indication that Charles was with them. No photos or videos of him have been posted by them. We knew he was there thanks to a photo from a fan. It was because he didn't want anyone to know where he was and his friends respected that. Then he posted a ridiculous photo out of context to say that he spent the new year in Portugal several days after the new year 🤣. He really controls what flows through him. It's like when he is with his family, during the winter holidays, he disappears during the period when he is with his family (We know that his mother is very discreet) the only photos we have come from Lorenzo. He has a trusted entourage unlike others who even if he likes to be private he is exposed absolutely everywhere while he is supposed to be on vacation, "his in-laws" film him and make him sign things to sell them.

yeah! i mean, people like antoine are fairly new additions to his close circle (i believe he joined charles full time last year?) but still, with andrea and joris as his personal team, you just can tell he's very careful as to who he trusts and who he lets into his inner circle. you can also sometimes notice when he carefully picks what events he attends (for example, bahrain padel games come to my mind - he joined the one where no one was taken pictures of except for one group pic and 144p video of him playing. the day before daniel and lando had a whole photo op session at the same place, and he didn't attend that one.)

he's very calculated, but also very smart (he knows how to disappear EXTREMELY WELL). so usually, when he posts about something (even if it looks like a candid), you know he put a lot of thought behind it

[i-am-creacheur]

okay listen. I get the urge to talk about my favorite life series ship like it's Canon in every season...BUT. THAT HAS NEVER ONCE BEEN THE CASE.

Yes, Jimmy would be upset if Tango canaried (technical scientific term for that). Everyone would be- even I would be, and I've never watched a single one of his videos. Canarying sucks, and it hurts. Of course I would be upset. THAT DOES NOT MEAN THAT I THINK JIMMY WOULD BREAK DOWN SOBBING FROM A CHARACTER STAND POINT. They have had only like... THREE on screen interactions. One is Tango murdering a man infront of Jimmy and another is Tango cheerfully burning down something one of Jimmy's teammates worked very hard on. WildLifeChara!Jimmy has more reason to hate or be afraid of WildLifeChara!Tango than to be madly in love with him.

I promise you, if Tango had offered Jimmy a life instead of Ren, people wouldn't shut up about for MONTHS. But, because it's Ren, somehow the interaction isn't NEARLY as homoerotic??? I understand having NOTP's, but the Jimmy/Ren ship doesn't even show up ONCE on ao3. Zero fics. ZE-RO. There's no reason to hate something that doesn't even exist.

This same concept applies for Flower Husbands as well- not just in Wild Life, and Secret Life and Limited Life and Last Life and Real Life though- in Empires.

I have no clue about Empires Season 1, but they barely interacted in Empires Season 2- and yet the amount of ship art I sift through on a weekly basis for my side blog is actually insane. Yeah, the few interactions WERE important, but I think Scott only flirted (in video) with Jimmy maaybbeeee three times. I have no idea what the count of that for streaming is, but I swear it is not enough to keep that number so inflated.

Although, honestly, this problem might just be affecting me because of my personal view on shipping- if it's in a context where it doesn't make sense for the characters to be romantically engaged, I won't read it or write it.

For example, my beloved Solidwood! I mostly get their vibes or read their fics from the following series: Evo, Last Life, New Life, Empires2, Secret Life. That's because those settings make sense! They are active, they are engaged, they have near constant interactions or very close base locations. It makes SENSE for them to be shipped. However, if you showed me art or fic of them in, say, Limited Life, I'd furrow my brow and tilt my head and say "no, that doesn't do anything for me." BECAUSE THEY HAVE ZERO REASON TO BE INVESTED ROMANTICALLY IN ONE ANOTHER THERE, AS A STAND ALONE SETTING.

Most of the major Jimmy ships, though, don't follow this rule. I can understand loving a ship so much you want to see it everywhere- but, I promise you, stepping back and looking at which characters actually have chemistry regarding the new setting and social system will do wonders... you won't have to think of new Au's to insert your favorite ship into a new setting... all ships will be your favorite ship (unless they give you the ick). Join the multishiper hivemind /j

No but honestly it's gotten to the point where I will like or dislike a creator/character of theirs by what ship is their most popular given the context of the setting. Like, Tango in Double Life? Awww the sweetie!! I love him :) and then Tango in Empires2 sets off alarm bells in my brain screaming at me. He is NOT meant to be here bringing that ship here, this is NOT its territory. Same problem for Scott in nearly damn near every SMP both Jimmy and him are in... except Wild Life because he's actually been pretty nice and not condescending or forcing on Jimmy. I guess also power imbalances in how fans view them is a major no-go for me...

Idk if you read this whole thing thanks I guess... for anymore needed context I am a Jimmy rarepair obsessed multishiper.

TLDR; Lots of popular ships are inserted into settings without a thought for what that would mean for the setting and any changes in the established social connections, which gives OP the ick. I'm also not policing ships I'm just begging people to please either understand more ships using in setting context or list their AU details in the summaries of the fics. This goes hand in hand with misinterpreting characters in writing also... the more ships you like the more characters you will get to get good at writing!!!!

[definitelynotstable]

Camomile pt. 12 [Ghost x gn!Reader]

pt. 1, pt. 2, pt. 3, pt. 4, pt. 5, pt. 6, pt. 7, pt. 8, pt. 9, pt. 10, pt. 11, pt. 12

AN: Here you go!!! It’s hard to write alongside the gameplay and not make it just a boring copy and paste but I did my best! Let me know what you think <3 

Synopsis: Closely follows the “Kill or Capture” mission from mw2 (reboot). Rights to the game developers &lt;3 Word count: 1.4k Warnings: canon divergence, canon typical violence, guns, wounds, swearing etc Ghost x gn!Reader (Callsign: Rags)

✧˚ · .

Ghost kicks open the door and you cover him. Pressing yourself to the walls, you work your way through the building. It’s been torn apart by air-support but still crawls with enemies. Ghost leads half the squad up the stairs and you stay behind with Soap.

A red light glows ahead of you and as you raise your gun to shoot, Soap grabs your arm; shaking his head.

He mimes an explosion with his free hand and your eyes widen. A fucking suicide bomber. You follow Soap as he takes out a handgun and attaches a silencer. He hugs the wall slightly, squinting to aim. You both hold your breath as he pulls the trigger. The man wearing the explosive slumps over – single bullet in the centre of his forehead.

“Good shot,” you whisper shakily, still tense. 

Soap shoves his handgun back in its holster. “Not just a pretty face, am I?”

You huff a weak laugh, covering him as he approaches cautiously towards the live explosives. “Thank fuck you’re a demo expert.” 

He bites his lip as he focuses on the mess of wires. “Yeah, comes in handy don’t it?”

He makes quick work of dismantling the explosive and when he stands to his feet, the device in separate pieces you sigh. 

“Anyone have eyes on Hassan?”

The rooms buzz with a variety of “negatives” and you hear Ghost growl in frustration.

“Heading to the second deck.”

You raise a hand to your comms, “Copy.”

You and Soap meet Ghost on the stairs, following him as you clear the hall. There the distant sound of voices, some kind of recording. You swing open a door at Ghost’s signal and a hostile storms out – knocking you over. You slump against the wall, ears ringing as Ghost whips out his handgun, shooting him once in the torso and straight in the head. 

“You alright?” Soap offers you a hand and you take it. 

“I will be when we get this fucker.” You grumble, following him into the room. Shoots ring out and two body slump as you round the corner. 

A laptop in the corner plays a recording. Hassan.

“Hassan’s everywhere.” Ghost says, inspecting the laptop before unplugging it and handing it to a marine.

Soap scoffs. “Everywhere but here.”

You riffle through the drawers. “There’s fuck all here,” you say, kicking a crooked desk drawer. “He must’ve known we were coming.”

Soap flashes you a sharp look, frowning. “And how would he ken that?”

You grit your teeth. You’ve effectively just accused someone of betrayal. It’s a stretch and you know it but something isn’t adding up. 

“I’m not sure, something’s off.”

Ghost who stands by, watching you carefully takes in a deep breath before nodding. “Agreed. He was here, this is a blood ops-centre.”

“Let’s regroup outside, they need us to clear the warehouse.” Soap says, before radioing to the rest of the squad. Ghost and the marine follow him out.

You sigh, hanging back to roll your shoulder with a small groan. The adrenaline is wearing off and it starting to feel like a failure of a mission. You blink rapidly, feeling dizzy. Gritting your teeth, you take out a shot of adrenaline and shove it into your thigh, giving the room one last sweep before heading for the door. 

✧˚ · .

The warehouse doesn’t take long to clear, it’s an open space and well lit by the time you get there. You push your visor back, squinting. Soap covers you as you edge round a crate, throwing a flash-bang towards the hostiles as you grip the sniper in your hands. You use the remaining ammo to cover your squad as they move in, ducking behind when they concentrate their fire on you.

“LT!” You press your fingers to change the comm channel, “Little help!”

Ghost turns from where he stands behind a shelving unit a little way ahead of you, noticing you’ve both been pinned down. 

“Stay down,” his voice rasps in your ear, “Stay low, we’ve got you.”

You tense against the crate, pressing into Soap as bullets spray around you. Slowly the gunfire ceases and Ghost rounds the corner of the crate. 

He heaves Soap to his feet before offering you a hand. You take it, a groan slipping from your lips as it strains your shoulder. Ghost pauses, instead pulling you up by your other hand. 

“Fuckin’ ell, nothing my arse.” 

You bat his hand away as it inches towards your wounded shoulder. “I’ve taken adrenaline, it’s nothing for now.”

He glares at you, the blood spattered mask making it much more intimidating. “You –“

–“Steamin’ Jesus!”  A voice cuts him off. Ghost looks up, distracted. You take advantage of it, pushing past him to join Soap who has flung open the doors of a blue container. 

“Ballistic missiles.” You state, jaw hanging open. 

“A mobile launcher.” Soap adds.

“These’ll go 1,000 miles.” Someone exclaims.

“At least.”

Soap turns, heading round the side of the container. “How the hell did Iran get their hands on these?”

You follow him, standing by as he climbs up a crate to get a better look. You can hear Ghost ask a marine to get them in contact with Laswell and she echoes in your comms.

“This is Watcher-1, send traffic.”

“Laswell, this is Ghost, we got something.” The Lieutenant grips the radio on the front of his vest.

“Tell me you found Hassan …”

Soap turns around. “Ghost, take a look at this.” As he moves he reveals a symbol – no a flag. An American flag.

“Fuck.” You swear under your breath. 

Ghost’s eyes widen. 

“Ghost, do you have Hassan?” Laswell asks again.

“Negative. We found a weapons cache. Hassan’s got missiles …they’re American.”

Another voice, deeper this time comes over the comms. “0-7 — This is Gold Eagle Actual, repeat your last …”

“I say again – Hassan has American missiles.”

There’s a long pause before a reply comes through the comms. You can almost hear the argument between Shepherd and Laswell. 

“Gold Eagle Actual to Ghost – move your team and call for fire, I want those weapons destroyed.”

✧˚ · .

It doesn’t take long to EXFIL but by the time you make it to the evac, Soap is the sole thing keeping you awake. 

“Let me fucking sleep, Soap, please.” You moan, batting his hands away from your face where they keep patting you cheeks and gently prying your eyes open. 

“No can do, Rags. You know the drill,” he says, easily pushing your hands aside, “medic now, sleep later.”

“Listen to the man,” a voice drawls from your right and you roll over on the uncomfortable bench against the wall of the extraction chopper. “It’s either him pissing ya off or me.”

“Neither thanks.” You mumble at your Lieutenant who gazes down at you, arms crossed. 

“Maybe ya need to stop gettin’ fuckin’ shot, how about that?” He retorts, pulling your hands away from your face and patting your cheek, hard. 

“Soap got shot too–“

–“It’s a graze, not a whole damn bullet.”

You huff, entirely too tired to continue the argument. “Whatever.”

The medic on the evac chopper finally triages you as a priority; Soap and Ghost stepping off to the side while he treats you. You watch them through heavily lidded eyes as the medic wraps a temporary dressing around your shoulder.  

“What is it?” You ask as the medic moves on to another person; Ghost sits beside you and Soap opposite.

“Price and Gaz ‘ave been sent to Amsterdam.” Soap says, resting his elbows on his knees.

“Oh?” You sit up straighter, brows furrowed. “What for?”

Ghost clears his throat, “It’s a smuggling hub; Laswell reckons Iran has friends there.”

“Are we heading there next?”

“Nah, we get a break,” Ghost says, leaning back against the wall, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles. 

“Lucky us.” Soap huffs, mirroring the Lieutenant. 

You sigh, exhaustion hitting you like a truck but your mind racing. You slouch, entirely uncomfortable against the metal hull of the chopper. 

“Come on,” an arm wraps around your shoulder and pulls you against your Lieutenants shoulder, “Nap time.”

“I don’t think I can.” You mumble, cheek pressed against his tactical vest. Ghost’s arm remains draped over you, the cabin of the heli is dark – you doubt anyone is looking. 

“Yes you can,” Ghost tells you, gloved hand brushing your shoulder. “We’ll be here for a few hours yet – at least try.”

Your eyelids are fluttering but you strain to keep them open. A gloved hand brushes over your forehead, running down your face and gently over your eyes. Your lids shut on impulse and the hand returns to cup your head. 

“Sleep.” He urges, hand settling in your hair. 

You blink one last time before your eyes close for good.

✧˚ · .

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[ilaein]

Hi babi,

Happiest Birthday to you again. It’s been 8 years and I’m still fond of you. I hope you always well. I’ve been so happy to witness all your achievements in life. I had the chance to see you twice personally and the recent MysteryElevator still lingers in me. You look exactly how I thought of you, well more ethereal than ever. You look so.. so unreal. Most of the time while you are performing I can’t compose my thoughts that u are really right infront of me It feels like I’m just watching you on the big screen. Silly. My soft spoken voice struggle to shout your name as everyone in the crowd did the same. I sob in between some of your songs esp my fave ones. I can’t believe my eyes you’re glowing! Glowing infront of me .. of us..

I remember how stunned I was during our Hi-Bye session. I didn’t expect you’ll be that close.. I nearly can’t breathe. 😅 Got some heart and soul malfunction. 🤭🤣 I was mesmerized.. I wasn’t able to fell asleep no matter how tired I was after the show. I spent the rest of the evening wondering.. how can you be that handsome?! Hahahaha I also promised to myself that, that would be the last fancon of yours that I’ll go to. ‘Cause I just wanna move on with my life.. this life around me. I’m getting old and I find it hard to like someone else while I’m attracted to you. Hahaha It’s crazy. Im crazy.

For the past few weeks I avoided watching your clips that pops up everywhere.. literally in every social I have .. even random reels I was scrolling to in my dummy Insta I saw you! I restricted myself from checking notifs that includes news about you. I even unfollowed your official twitter account haha. I talk about it to some of my friends I requested them not to mention you anymore. ‘Cause they love to tease me using gifs of u or sending me clips about you. I’m still your fan but I have to detach myself in some way before it gets deeper than this. I don’t want my future husband be mad when he sees my diary full of dongmin. Haha.

Recently i bumped into twitter account handler “Kai” she’s the luckiest fan ever. She was able to attend most of your fanmeets and had several videocall with you. I was so happy for her. She even prepared a NEW YORK TIMES SQUARE AD with the largest single LED with the best resoultion! for your Birthday today! Like just wow! She really made everything so possible! She also prepares gifts and a manager of one of your fan projects. Incredible! 🤍💜

Then I realized.. for those long years that I became your fan, I wasn’t able to give you anything.. aside from flexing you on my socials, making you my cover photo since 2016 haha which I remove last 2022z Greeting you a Happiest Birthday in all of my socials.. Facebook, Insta, Twitter, etc. Supporting your songs, projects and dramas silently reposting them.. and just praying for your happiness and health.. that’s all I manage to do.. Don’t have the means to sent you food trucks like what Kim Domingo did.. or to show up in every fancon venue you have scheduled like Andrea. But one thing we all have in common.. that I’m sure of.. We all love you! 🥰

This might be my last post and greetings as I now focus in my own journey. But no matter what I’m still an aroha and eunwoo stan by heart. Thank you for being my inspiration all throughout my college years. Thank you for existing..

Happiest Birthday to you again, naesarang.

May you get all the best in life and please know that you deserve them all.

Yourstrully,

A.Lee

(Ps. As I am writing the last few sentences spotify that’s currently on shuffle playing some random playlist decided to play “STAY” from your Entity Album yes. And I almost chuckled. You’re growing so much on me, I’m scared haha. Next thing I knew I was giggling and turning red. You’re not even here! I’m sweating! Hahahahahaha)

Here are some of your recent pictures I truly love! Its not that obvious I love your long hair right? Haha!

And ops! I will definitely tell you once I had my Gabriel Dongmin hahahaha 🤭

[ordinarytalk]

So I'm just finally beginning to recover from the three day paranormal weekend event thing I helped run, and I'm just writing highlights so I can reassure myself that yes, this all actually happened:

I just barely got trained in running the historical tours in time for this event. Meaning, I spent the entire week prior cramming the history of the site with more intensity than I crammed for my college finals. The tours had to be about an hour and fifteen minutes, I would be doing them all day, and I had to be prepared for questions.

Part of my cramming involved me typing out five pages of notes outlining my planned tour path, the buildings I was stopping at, and what historical highlights I was planning to talk about at each building. Because I was teaching swimming lessons until 7 or 8pm most weeknights, I didn't have time to meet with the operations manager who was helping train me, so I just sent the document to her so she could fact-check it.

The night before the event was a ghost hunt/celebrity mixer for VIP guests. They oversold the VIP tickets so we had way way more guests than was originally planned for. The operations manager was told at the last minute that they needed seven history tours to be run simultaneously that night because the guests had been promised history tours, and the tours needed to all be done at around the same time. We had two history guides, me and another guy.

The ops manager ended up printing out my notes and handing them out to other employees and saying "just improvise, sorry, and thank you." We pulled it off flawlessly.

After the tours, I was supposed to be giving the paranormal guide staff members their breaks throughout the night. I got yanked to be a celebrity handler instead because we were short on people. I did not want to be a celebrity handler. I am very awkward around new people at the best of times, and I don't know anything about celebrities.

Celebrity and her crew turned out to be super friendly. I still felt awkward as hell, but then they started asking me about history and that unlocked my hyperfixation powers and I started getting excited and rambling cool facts about every room we walked into. Eventually I realized they were filming me. Success?

The paranormal investigations during the whole weekend were like the least successful/least active ones I have ever seen here. I think if I was dead and several hundred people were stomping all over my house and trying to talk to me, I'd shut up and go somewhere else too.

Ended 3am. Woke up 8am. Dying.

Me and the other history guide alternated giving tours all day Saturday. Apparently I did good? Some people cried and one group applauded me.

So sleep deprived I straight up passed out in the grass for ten minutes after two of my tours.

Can a person die from hydrating solely with Monster energy drinks, asking for a friend

Monster energy drinks did nothing, started laughing loudly at nothing at one point and then took another lawn nap when coworkers started looking at me

Another VIP mixer/history tour/ghost hunt that night!

The celebrity & crew from last night specifically requested me to lead them around for the ghost hunt tonight because they liked me? Success???

We were still very short on people and we really needed me to do breaks so I only was supposed to be with the celeb team for 30 minutes but it got stretched to 45 because they asked me about history again, whoops

I am still being filmed. I am still not sure what I am being filmed for. Success???????

Had to do all the breaks speedwalking, while being rained on. The last person was almost dying by the time I got to them. I almost pass out again as soon as I sit down in their chair, I've been standing almost all day aside from the lawn naps.

Destination Fear left snack and drink shrapnel everywhere at where their meet & greet table had been. Someone there really likes cheez-its.

2am bedtime. Feet are looking a little swollen and gnarly and I'm walking like a chicken on hot coals.

Sunday! Everyone on crew looks like the walking dead.

I actually had a little over an hour free before the history tours start and I was able to look at vendors! I bought a dracula pin and a movie monster crop top that doesn't fit.

More history tours. We're getting more sunshine today so I ask to borrow one of the hats from merch because I will get a migraine if direct sunlight hits the top of my head for more than two minutes.

Smaller tour groups, everyone's a little more tired.

One of the other employees tells me how she had to babysit the Destination Fear crew when they filmed here. Apparently they kept on trying to go places they weren't supposed to.

The Destination Fear meet and greet line from yesterday is still there, and it's still terrifying.

The guys from Mountain Monsters are like the best guys ever. They are never not having a good time. They're like if my Uncle Gerry and Uncle Rance decided to make a cryptid-hunting show together. At one point, during the other guide's history tour, one of 'em suddenly busted out of a nearby porta potty yelling "WHOO-EE! I tore that porta john UP!!" and everybody on the tour just lost their shit. I might need to watch their show now.

Everything shut down by 5pm, but I stayed until 7pm to help with teardown. I offered to buy the hat from merch I'd been wearing but was told I could just keep it, so I got a hat now.

If there's one thing this incredibly busy week was successful at doing, it was stopping me from thinking about my birthday, because I keep thinking about all the stuff I was supposed to have done by this age, and all the stuff I'll never get to do or have because it's too late, and crying.

My birthday literally just happened as I was typing this. Still trying not to think about it.

[gatedelvers]

Devlog 1 - The Cursed Update (is still coming, we're not dead)

(Read in Steam) The latter part of this post will talk about upcoming content in patch 0.2. The early part here is a chronicle of the Fun Times we've had working on patch 0.2. If you want the latter, scroll down until you see a small crab face.

The Fun Times aka Why Isn't There New Stuff Yet

Around the start of July, someone on the Steam forums asked us when the major content updates were coming.

I, foolishly, answered along the lines of "1-2 months, unless something goes wrong :)"

This was not meant to be a challenge to existence as a whole to take every measure possible in order to stop the patch from being finished. I apologise to existence for the misunderstanding, and would like to clarify that I actually just want to make games.

To keep a long list short, in the last bunch of months our 3-person dev team has enjoyed exciting activities like: - Various health issues! - Losing a pet! - Mold poisoning! - Losing a home to a mold infestation! (i'm writing this from my mom's basement, like any self-respecting game developer) - Being harassed by fire alarm malfunctions! - Water damage scares! (unrelated to the mold thing, somehow)

At least we dodged the Unity Situation. Game's in Unreal. Thankfully. Condolences to anyone stuck dealing with that.

As it turns out, weekly disasters combined with a vague sense of time pressure do not for a good game development make. Things seem to have calmed down a bit, and we've been getting work done again, but at a slower rate (and we're still looking into that new, less poisonous apartment thing). I humbly request we be allowed to keep not getting wrecked.

That's enough venting, let's talk about the stuff you're actually here for: more roguelike dungeon crawly things!

The Major Update: 0.2 - Fairweather Fleet

Everything promised for the update in the little box on the main menu is still very much coming, but we've got a lot more details and some extra goodies packed into there! We're looking at:

- The new world, Fairweather Fleet. - A new playable character. - 9 new items, 7 of which are chest loot. - Seals, a new difficulty progression/challenge run system. - Scrap has been removed. - Lots of adjustments (spell rebalancing, new Librarian passive) and fixes to a lot of things.

The patch has definitely gotten a bit bigger than intended, but I'm pretty happy with the additions!

To elaborate on one of those, the removal of Scrap: Scrap as a resource added a lot of busywork before the game would let you stack infusions on your stuff, and the choice of throwing away a cool item to get the scrap necessary to make your other items more cool was never a particularly fun one. Neither was having to pass up on infusions so your co-op partner got to use more of them, and it's not great for a co-op game if having more players reduces the amount of fun stuff the game lets you do.

Infusing things is the fun part. Dealing with scrap costs was generally not. So we decided to remove Scrap entirely and add a simpler restriction to infusion stacking: All items now start with 1 infusion slot available, and each time you defeat a boss, all items everywhere gain 1 more slot for the rest of the run.

We also added gold, because vending machines need something you can pay with. The Scrapper makes gold now. Don't think about it too hard.

So far the results of the change have looked promising (mostly positive feedback from playtesters with a few valid complaints we're working to iron out), and a simpler system is easier to get into. Infusing is one of the cooler parts of the game, so we want everyone to get to play with it! To which end, we're also adding Un-Infusers that let you undo infusions and get all the material items back. They can be found at fountains, so feel free to try that infusion you're not sure will work out! ...After the patch. Not yet.

Thanks for reading, and playing :)

- Kalle-Eemeli "Mag" Paananen Game Designer/Programmer/Multitool Person

[talesofthementallyill]

June 4, 2023

Not sure why but I have decided to start a blog/public journal/whatever this turns into but mostly imma just write whatever i feel like and that's that. So first things first (I'm the realest) lately has been a lot to deal with. My partner's truck went kaput and now i'm having to drive everywhere (major vom alert if you knew me) even worse I had to drive to DI saturday and it was kinda scary and i got a lil dizzy but we made it to and fro in one piece. Speaking of the DI trip I thought i was bad about the water but boy I practically had to DRAG my partner out of it. OMFG but honestly it maybe made me love him even more. Like at least now I know if I ever wanna go to the beach he will no doubt go with me. On the other hand though going to the beach made me sad because I went with my bsf and she has a baby and so she didn't really get in the water because she was having to cater to him and that no doubt is another reason I'm getting my tubes removed asap i do not wanna be held back in life and that's all i see children are they hold you back from being your happiest you wanna go out ope gotta drag this parasite with you like no ma'am no sir no fucking thank you but it made me sad because i remember when i would visit before moving and boy were we wild in the water; we would fight waves like no other and we would be like chest deep in the water digging in the sand for shells (but lemme be real with you chief i would i would just stand there holding on for dear life i was what the kids called supporting cast) and now that shes a mom we cant do that anymore and even worse is shes most likely moving after the summer and i have no one but my partner when she leaves. I've tried finding other friends and i had one for a few months but omfg i hated her she was obnoxious and the straw that pretty much broke the camels back was she was trying to pet one of our hamster despite the fact i told her hes not a touchy pet we just feed them water them and look at them and even worse when she reached in he screamed (did you know hamsters scream when theyr'e scared?) and she thought it was sooo funny she HAD to snapchat it to friends so she made him scream not one not two but like six fucking times im truly amazed and bewildered as to him surviving and she hasn't been allowed over since and i have seen her once since then and she guilted me into bringing her food and even sent me money despite the fact i told her no and then ONLY reason i stayed her friend is cause she had my very first ever piece and i wanted it back before i ghosted her so that last time i got it then i have been ghosting her since and i feel NOTHING. No guilt. No regret. Nothing She traumatized one of my animals and despite the fact i've never really loved on him hes one of my babies.

Wow this is a novel good luck to the zero people that read it

[erin-bo-berin]

I have a request set in the Steve x Singlemom!reader verse, maybe have one where you stopped by Family Video and Steve’s boss is going off on Steve for having Abbie & Arabella in the store while he’s working and causing havoc and he calls reader a name (like a bitch or something) Robin defends you while Steve run after you and hugs you once he realizes you’re there to see him and he walks back in and goes to hand in his vest because no one talks shit about his wife and kids? If not your forte, then ignore this, but I love the way you write dad!steve -🦋

Thank you omg 🥺

And no one messes with Steve’s girls 😏

Part of the Dad Steve x SingleTeenMom!Reader ‘verse

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“Daddy, look!” Abbie ran over to Steve, a tape in her hand, “I found Dumbo!”

Steve laughed, picking her up.

“Are you, mommy and sissy going to watch that while I’m at work?”

“No, silly,” she giggled, “We waiting till you get home!”

“Thank goodness,” he sighed, putting a hand on his chest, relieved, “I wouldn’t want to miss out on the flying elephant.”

You, Abbie and Arabella had decided to visit Steve while he was at work and you’d promised Abbie she could pick out a few movies to rent.

Arabella was now toddling everywhere and you tried to keep up with her as much as you could, all while keeping your eye on your rambunctious four year old.

“Oh, Bella, no!” you cried, her nickname slipping out as you watched her pull off an entire row of tapes off the shelf.

“Ope, no worries. I got this,” Robin called jogging over.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologized, scooping Arabella up in your arms, “Can I help?”

Robin waved you off.

“It’s okay, accidents happen. Besides, our tiniest Family Video family member was just trying to pick out a good movie, weren’t you sweetheart?” Robin poked her side, making Arabella grin.

“Next time, I’m bringing the stroller. Something, anything,” you groaned, looking at the mess, “I’ll slip you a ten in the tip jar I swear.”

Robin laughed.

“And deprive my goddaughter from having fun? Never.”

You saw Abbie running back to the aisle she had came from minutes earlier.

“And there goes the other hooligan,” you sighed.

“Gotta tell you, Y/N,” Robin said, putting the last tape back and standing, “You’re a saint.”

“And to think Steve wants four more still.”

Robin looked horrified.

“Dingus, keep your dick in your pants already!”

He looked at her, baffled and you held back your laugh.

You heard a crash and cry.

“Mommy!”

You ran to the aisle Abbie was on and gasped at the fallen over cardboard cut out that had knocked over a pile of tapes.

“Abrielle,” you scolded, “I told you to be careful.”

Her lip trembled and you knew you were minutes away from a meltdown that would for sure send Arabella into one as well. It was definitely well past naptime.

“Harrington! Buckley!”

You jumped at a booming voice and looked up to see a stern looking middle aged man. This must be the newer boss.

Keith had left a few months ago and even though he’d been annoying, this new guy made him look like a saint.

“What the hell is going on here?”

Abbie clung to your leg, hiding behind it.

“Nothing, Charlie. Just cleaning up a little mess. Can you please stop yelling? You’re scaring my girls.”

His hard gaze focused on the disaster are of the aisle they all were currently occupying.

“I’m sorry, I knocked it over and caused a mess. I’m so clumsy,” you lied, not wanting to get Steve in trouble.

“What have I told you Harrington? No family visits during your shift if your bitch and brats are going to wreck my store!”

“Fuck off, Charlie. There was no one in the store and Y/N just dropped by to pick up the girls some movies. Don’t want us turning away a paying customer, would you?” Robin snapped.

“I don’t care. Look at the mess she made. Thanks a lot, bitch,” he spat at you.

Your face had paled and you instantly grabbed for Annie’s hand.

“Come on girls, we should get going. I’m so sorry,” you told the three, “I really am. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Steve had remained suspiciously quiet, but his face was thunderous.

“I’ll see you at home, Steve,” you mumbled, “Bye Robin.”

You hurried out of the store with both girls, face flaming in embarrassment.

“What the fuck, Charlie?!” Steve roared, the minute you were gone.

“Don’t you dare call my wife a bitch of my girls brats. They are my family and they did nothing wrong. You had no right to yell at her.”

He yanked off his green vest, tossing it at him.

“You know what? I quit.”

He stormed out, seeing you buckling the girls into your car.

“Y/N,” he called.

You whirled around and saw him.

“I’m so sor-”

“You have nothing to apologize for,” he said, wrapping you in his arms, “I’m so sorry you had to hear that.”

You hugged him back, face nestled in his chest. That’s when you realized his vest was gone. You were horrified at his answer when you asked him about a minute later.

“I quit. No one speaks to me or my family like that and gets away with it.”

“But Steve,” you panicked, “You need this job!”

“Don’t worry,” he chuckled, “Robin’s been trying to get him fired and replaced for months. I guarantee you she’s already on the phone with headquarters reporting him. I just quit working for him not Family Video.”

He smirked at your exasperation.

“Oh Steve,” you sighed, “Such the gentleman you are coming to our rescue.”

“What can I say?” he smiled, kissing your forehead, “My family is everything to me.”

[gloriousmonsters]

comprehensive list of every MDZS character that has made a ‘are we in a relationship/is this gay??’ post in an au where everything is the same except reddit exists and people use modern terminology when it’s funny

obviously, wei wuxian. ‘i’ve been playing gay chicken with this guy and sleeping in the same bed as him and he’s really quiet but he hasn’t been telling me to quit it like he used to and also he looks at me strangely sometimes and buys me drinks and we actually wound up having sex the other night--’ responses tend: ‘you’ve had sex how many times? yeah, that’s not technically a bromance’

lan xichen makes one while on the road with meng yao, lovingly detailing how they’ve been doing chores together and meng yao thoughtlessly called him a ‘good boy’ while doing laundry and it made him blush really hard, omg, and he wants to believe something might be there but meng yao is just so smart and talented and the situation’s difficult so he doesn’t want to presume even though meng yao keeps touching his hands while teaching him to mend clothes and seems to have a special smile just for him, etc etc. responses: people going ‘op just go for it’ and a bunch of people just calling him a sub

xiao xingchen and song lan make posts at the same time about their amazing friend that they share a common dream with and we kind of casually hold hands sometimes and call each other endearments but like, platonically? i think? reponses: ‘oh my fucking god *posts screenshot of the other one’s post*’. they wind up having a good laugh over it and making an update post about how they’re together now

years later xiao xingchen makes a post about how he’s been cohabiting with this guy who keeps on making jokes to make him laugh and teasing him by calling them ‘married’ and like, they are living together and sort of raising a teenager, well mostly she’s raising herself, but anyway - he thinks he’s getting signals but he’s had some trouble with relationships ending messily before, and he doesn’t want to presume something and make his friend uncomfortable, what they have is so precious... responses: a-qing’s burner account saying the guy is sus, don’t go for it. xue yang’s burner saying ‘he’s 100% into you. jump his bones’

jin guangyao makes a post asking ‘if a guy you really like and sort of had a summer romance with asks you to be sworn brothers, but like... also sworn brothers with your ex, what does it mean?’ and deletes the post after accumulating a bunch of responses demanding more info

jiang cheng demands to know that if you’re best friends with someone and they’re sort of your adopted brother but definitely your sect brother and they PROMISED with their OWN MOUTH to stay by your side and then they dump you to go off and cohabit with ANOTHER MAN and a bunch of refugees but that bit’s not important, that’s like, a breach of contract, right? because you’re in a relationship, right? responses: a number of people directing him to r/AITA. ‘op is this even a romantic relationship or is it a bro thing’ jc replies saying IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT IT IS and deletes, but not before screenshots are everywhere

xue yang makes a post about how he was like, sort of faking being into this guy for lulz but now he’s kind of caught feelings and the flirting-to-make-the-other-guy-uncomfortable has escalated to morning kisses and the dude keeps leaving candy on his pillow and like... do you guys think he’s just playing along with the joke, or is it serious? responses: ‘oh my fucking god op’ ‘yeah you’re dating. you’re like 75% married’ and a-qing’s burner account telling him he’s reading too much into it

su she makes a post detailing how he’s had a crush on his boss who’s also his friend for a while and so he doesn’t want to let his hopes make him assume anything but his boss is extremely touchy-feely with him sometimes and asks him to work late alone together on... projects, it’s not important what, and maybe he gets playfully called a ‘work boyfriend’ a lot and his boss goes out of his way to compliment him sometimes, etc... Multiple responses point out he’s listed like 80 kinds of HR violations. su she replies it doesn’t matter. responses assert that yeah, it kind of does, also did you mention your boss already has a boyfriend? red flag op. sms gets pissed at nobody addressing his actual question and deletes the post

jin guangyao makes a post asking how many times you have to ‘jokingly’ call someone your boyfriend and spend late nights working on projects while finding excuses to touch before you acknowledge maybe something is going on. he gets a few OH MY GOD IT’S YOU... MR HR VIOLATIONS responses before swiftly deleting

wen ning has attempted to write a post several times throughout his life and undeath and always chickened out and deleted what he wrote at the last moment. he finally just makes a post about regrets and wishing you’d asked things outright and shared your feelings on r/offmychest or something. it’s very moving and gets shared a lot. wwx absolutely sees it and comments ‘man the dude in this story must be an asshole to not realize op’s feelings’ with 0 self awareness. for my own happiness this absolutely is the start to an endgame ningxian postcanon au

lan wangji makes an account post guanyin temple to ask ‘if a man tells me ‘I like you, I love you, I whatever you, I want to fuck you every day’, does that mean we’re in a relationship?’ he ignores every response except the first person to just say ‘yep’, replies ‘thank you’ to that person and then never returns to xianxia reddit

[warmaidensrevenge]

Tom wants you.

Tom Grant x Plus size reader

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Ope. I'm having fun with this series.

Warning: 18+ sexual situations, mentions of nudity, angst, fluff, and language. Smut but it's lovely.

Part 3

Summary: not all questions should be answered. Tom can't help himself when he's with you.

🤍🥹☺️

Tom stood there for a moment before heading back to his room. Head full of questions. Why did you stop wearing your ring? Why didn't you go home for Christmas? You have money? Why did you lie to him about the present? Do you like him? And most importantly was he in love with you?

He tried to sleep after that but his thoughts were too loud. He need to talk to you. He heard the pipes moving. And he sat up. He heard running down the hall and someone was pounding on his door.

" Tom a pipe burst in the dining hall." Mike shouted.

Tom grabbed his tool belt and slipped on his boots and ran to the mess hall. There was water everywhere. He saw where the leak was coming from and went to find the water shut off valve. When he returned you were there mopping. Everyone was in there trying to clean up. He wanted to approach you but there were important matters at hand. He replaced the broken pipe and sealed everything. The floor was cleaned up. He looked around for you but you were gone.

He knocked on your door but you weren't there. He searched the entire lodge looking. But no you. He went to see if you were in the showers and you were. He walked in and saw you. You were completely naked washing your hair with your eyes closed. The see through curtain didn't bother to keep your modesty. He stood there frozen. He wanted to turn and walk out but he couldn't. Your chest had a worded tattoo. Your large bosoms where perfect. Your areolas were a shade darker than your lips. Your gorgeous stomach hung. Your vagina was shaven and your thighs were touching. Tom felt himself becoming erect. But he didn't want to be. Of course you were absolutely beautiful. But he didn't want to see you like this. Not without your permission. So finally abled to move he left.

Pacing in his room he talked down his erection. All his questions would have to wait for now. He went to bed that night dreaming of you.

Waking up in the morning he noticed he had a bit of a problem. Seems like he had a wet dream. He gathered some clothes and a towel and head to the showers. Once in all he could think about is you. Your smile, your laugh, how you smelled. He was in love with you. He knew that now. He need some relief so he masturbated. Afterwards he was able to think with a clear mind. Yes most definitely he was in love.

As he left he saw you knocking at his door. A smile immediately found him.

" Oh morning Thomas." You said when you saw him.

" Morning love." Tom said finally close enough for him to hug you.

"How did you sleep?"you asked

" Quite well thank you. And yourself?" He said still hugging you. He didn't want to ever let go. But you were the one to pull away first.

" Ehh not too bad. Thank you for fixing the pipes. That could have been so much worse."

" Yeah it was no problem. The pipes are getting old."

" yeah....so what are your plans for the day?" You asked

" I have to go work on a few things. But it shouldn't take too long."

" Ok." You smiled "well I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner? Just us?"

" Yes of course." He was afraid he sounded to eager.

"Great!" Your smile got bigger "Meet me in the game room around 7?"

" Will be there."

You gave him one last hug before you went to start your day. He was filled with exhilaration. But the questions came putting a hold on his enthusiasm. Did you just ask him out on a date? Should he dress up? Or was this just like any another time you two had supper? The thoughts didn't stop. Even when he was working.

The day seemed way too long for him. He wanted to see you. Hug you again. The thoughts were broken when the power went off. It was about 5 pm and there was a Storm brewing outside. It was supposed to be in the negatives that night. So everyone had to prepared for a cold one. It wasn't until the generator failed were things about to get worse.

Everyone met in the lobby to come up with a plan. Tom found you and stood by your side.

" You a'right?"

"Yes I'm fine. It's just getting cold fast." You looked up to Tom. "looks like we need to take a raincheck for dinner."

Tom sadden at your words. He could only give you a thin lip smile. As everyone finally got to the lobby the plan was to all sleep in the there, since it had the biggest fire place. Tom and Mike were sent to get as much wood as possible down in the basement. A few others were instructed to grab flash lights, lanterns, and candles. The rest were told to gather as many blankets as possible. Before Tom left you grabbed his hand.

"Hey. Hurry up ok. The basement gets the coldest first. Please put on something warmer and some gloves."

Your concern made him happy but upset at the same time. He wanted to say with you. But he couldn't. So he nodded and left.

The lodge was pitch black. The only illumination coming from cell phones and flashlights. You were right. It was incredibly cold in the basement. Tom never had to come down here before during the winter. He could see his and Mike breath as soon as they step through the threshold of the door. Making quick work, him and Mike filled large crates with as much as they could carry. Coming back for one more round.

Finally back in the lobby he and Mike went to the fire place to warm up. You were there waiting on him. You wrapped a blanket around him and handed him a cup of tea. You left to start handing out hot chocolate to the others. Setting up a table with snacks and sandwiches. Tom watched you. You weren't wearing much. Just sweats. You must be freezing. That's when he got up to make his way to you.

" Where's your jumper?"

" My what?" You said not looking at him.

" your umm...coat"

"Oh uhhh it was in the wash with all my blankets."

" you don't have anything else?"

You shook your head. He could tell you were cold.

" Hey come here" he said pulling you into him covering you with his blanket.

He held you rubbing your back. Your were shivering. You were holding on to him like he was you life line.

" They can get their own food. Come to the fire. Let's get you warmed up"

You nodded and allowed him to lead you back to the fire. You sat still holding onto him.

" Better love?"

" mmm yes." You whispered

" Where are we sleeping?"

" I uhh thought I would wait for you before we set up."

" uh well there's an empty spot just over there." He pointed at spot off to the side. It was far from the others but not too far away from the fire.

You nodded and Tom went to set up. Leaving you by the fire. He put the 2 pillows next to each other. He thought maybe you wouldn't want to be that close to him but you were gonna have to share the blanket so it was necessary. As things settled down and everyone was chatting, you and Tom laid down. You let him hold you while your rested on his chest. He didn't care if anyone saw you two. He just wanted to make sure you were warm.

His stomach was growling and you were so close that you heard it. You sat up and looked at the table now bare with food.

" Come on. Let's get you something to eat."

You got up and held out your hand. He took it and you lead him to the kitchen. Tom sat on the counter with a blanket wrapped around him as you pulled out stuff to make him a sandwich. He saw your hands shaking . He got off the counter and took off his jacket. Draping it over your shoulders. You held his wrist for a minute thanking him for it. Your cold hand sent shivers down his spine. When you let go he pulled the blanket back on. When you were finished you handed him the sandwich.

" My gloves are in the pocket. Put them on"

You nodded and looked for them. Finding them and putting them on.

" Sorry this wasn't the dinner I promised."

" don't worry about it. This is just as good." He said with a mouth full.

" I was planning on making you cottage pie."

" It's okay. We can do it again another night." You smiled and watched him finish eating. "Want another?"

" Mmm no I'm a'right"

" Ready to go back?"

He nodded. And you guys went to lay back down. You took off his jacket and gloves and sat them on the chair next to the bed. Finally laying back in his arms.

Most of the others were asleep by the time you guys got back.

"Are you tired love?" He spoke softly.

" Nope."

" You want to play a game or something?"

" No I don't want to be too loud"

"Then let's go to the media room. There's a fire place in there."

Tom noticed your hesitation but you agreed. You grabbed the blanket and pillows while he grabbed a small pile of wood.

You set up the bed while he started the fire. You left for a moment and came back with scrabble. Sitting across from each you guys began to play. With only the fire light the room. The light making you look absolutely stunning.

" Thomas, that is not a word."

" Care to challenge it?"

You pressed your lips and pulled out your phone.

" If you're wrong you lose a turn."

" Yeah yeah. Shut up."

Tom smirked when your brows pinched together.

" I hate this game." You said putting your phone down and crossed your arms.

He laughed while putting down new tiles. "Cothuri 96 points"

" What the hell is that?"

He chuckled "It's a leather boot worn in Greek theater."

" Piss me off. I'm done. You win." You pouted.

" Sore loser are we?"

" Shut it Thomas." You frowned

He shook his head smirking as he put the game up.

" So what now?" He asked.

You were staring into the fire. Looking like you were contemplating something. He sat next to you. Thighs meeting.

"I just feel bad."

"Why?" He tried to meet your gaze but you didn't waiver.

" Thomas....I lied to you. I uhh I was the one who bought you your ticket."

" oh...I know."

You shot a look at him and he smiled.

" Frank told me."

" Damnit Frank."

" Thank you. I uhh I loved it."

You returned his smile. " I'm glad you did"

There was a brief moment of silence.

" I have a confession as well."

You turned to face him and he turned too. He hung his head. The shame of telling you this was too much to bear looking you in the eye.

" I was looked for you yesterday. After the pipe burst. And I uhh found you...taking a bath."

" uhh ok...."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to look."

" You saw me? Naked?"

He paused he couldn't tell if you were upset by your tone.

"Thomas you saw me naked?"

" Yes. But I left once I saw."

" Oh."

You sound upset. And Tom had to see if you were. But he still couldn't tell because of your resting face.

" I'm so sorry. I really didn't mean too."

" Its fine Thomas. Don't worry your pretty little head about it." You said with a smile putting your fingers in his small curls rubbing them.

"I really am sorry though."

You put your hand back on your lap. " It's fine. I just feel sorry for you."

" What?"

You looked towards the fire. " sorry that you had to see me. I know how I look. Must have been off putting."

"What?! No your not. You're beautiful."

You looked back at him. "You're sweet. But you don't need to lie."

" I'm not lying. Your gorgeous. I always thought you were gorgeous. Since the day at the airport when we first got here."

An awkward silence fell.

" do you....do you like me? You asked

" I uhhh. Yeah I do." He said pulling his bottom lip with his teeth.

You pause for a moment. " Can I kiss you?"

His eyes wide at your request. " I uhh. Yes I would like that."

He watched you prop yourself to your knees. His breath quickened and his heart was racing. He felt as his cheeks blushed when you came closer. He had to breath out of his mouth because it felt like his nostrils weren't giving him air. He could see your chest rising and falling rapidly. You were nervous too.

You hovered for a second before placing you lips against his. He held his breath. Your lips were the softest he ever felt. He couldn't explain the feeling he got in that moment. It was like all that he ever felt was all happening at once. All he could do was put his hand on your cheek to pull you in for a deeper kiss. As you pulled apart a small gasp left your lips. And you met his forehead with yours.

"That was..." Your breath was shaky. " That was really nice "

" Yeah. I've been wanted to do that for so long now."

You sat back down and looked at him. " You have?"

" God yes. You're amazing."

You smiled. " Come lay down."

He watched you as you took off your sweatshirt revealing your under garment and got under the covers.

" We don't have to do this now." He said

" You don't want to?" You sat up holding the blanket to cover your chest.

" No I do. I really do-"

" Then come Thomas. And make love to me."

He got up and crawled to you. You watched him while taking off you bra. But still holding on to the blanket to cover your now bare bosoms. He kissed you again as you held on to his chin. This time tongues massaging each others.

Tom put his arm around your waist pulling you to your knees and he adjusted himself. The blanket fell away and you pressed yourself against him. He held on for dear life. As if you were going to float away. You broke to breath just before he found your lips again. Moans left your lips. You pulled away. Your beautiful lips were swollen and just a touch of a darker pink. You helped him out of his shirt and pulled him back for another kiss. After a few moments he laid you down resting on top of you. He stroked your hair with one hand and while the other held him up. He wished he had more hands so he could touch you all over. He pressed his pelvis against the blanket between your legs. Groaning at the slight friction. He move his lips down you neck placing small wet kisses. His hand that was stroking your hair now opened around your breast. He massaged it gently and he continued kissing. He felt your hips move and your hands on his lower back pulling him into you. Not being close enough he pulled off the blanket. Hips now meeting again. He pressed his length against your core. And you moaned softly. The noises you were making sounded like sweet music to him. But he want to be closer. So he got to his knees and wrapped his finger under the elastic band of your bottoms. Slowly pulling them and your panties off. You lift your legs up so he could remove the sweats from your ankles. Then spreading your thighs for him. He kneeled there drink you in. Memorizing ever little detail. The tattoo that was just under your collar bone. The curve of your breast. The stretch marks riddled across your luscious body. Your meaty thighs that looked so soft.

" Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked. But you didn't answer.

Instead you sat back up and unbuttoned his pants and unzipped his zipper. He helped you pulled down his pants before laying back down. He kicked them off to the side and nestled between your warm core. Finding your lips again pressing himself against you. You let out a moan from the friction. You were completely moistened. Your juices fell onto his member. He kissed down your neck once more while your hands wrapped under his arms holding on to his shoulders. You were trying to remain quiet. But once he took your nipple into his mouth you let out a gasp. This making you press harder against him. He swirled his tongue around your bud before tugging it slight between his teeth. Then releasing and returning to suck. He move to the other breast to do the same. He propped himself on one elbow while still licking and sucking on your breast. Moving his hips slightly to reach down to touch your sex. His fingers slid between your slick folds. He looked up to see your head pushed back into the pillow with your eyes closed. He could feel the goosebumps that emerged from your skin. He went back to kiss the areas he could reach. His fingers now circle your nub. His penis throbbed. He want to be inside you. But he continued to rub lazy circles around your clit. As he slid a finger into your entrance you grabbed his hand to hold it there. You were trying to get use to him. You were so incredibly tight he thought. This making him want you more. To feel your warmth around him. You stared to move your hips against his palm. Soft moans of pleasure leaving you.

Tom looked up and saw your eyes. He was going to ask if you were ok with doing this but your words stopped him.

" yes Thomas. I want this....I'm ready."

He pulled his hand away and positioned himself to your entrance. He moves so that his arms were on either side of your shoulders.

You rested your hands on his waist preparing for him. He pushed in slow until he was half in you. Your velvet slick warm walls hugged him. You gasped at the stretch he provided. And he grunted at your clench.

"Tom please don't stop" you begged

He listened and thrusted the rest of himself into you. Only pausing for you to adjust. He felt the end of you when he was finally in. You let out a deafening breath as he hit your sweet spot. He slowly started to thrust in and out, hitting your pillowing skin. You covered your mouth to muffle the sounds of pleasure. He pulled your hand away and held it down to the side. Intertwining your fingers. Your foreheads met after. He was close. He had to throw his head back to concentrate on not releasing so soon. But you pulled at his neck softly to make him looked at you. Your were looking at him with loving eyes. Mouth parted slightly letting out small moans. You looked so beautiful. He couldn't look away. And neither could you. You were close. He could feel it. As you rocked your hips chasing you release he felt his coming. When you stopped you both let the wave wash over you. He felt your body tremble under him as the last of his love filled you. He rested himself against you. Both heaving. After catching your breath he lifted to kiss you.

" God that was amazing."

You smiled and nodded with your eyes closed. Swallowing hard. He rolled off of you and put his arm under your head pulling you into his chest. He rubbed your back until he heard your breath slowing and a small moan left your lips. He looked to see that you had fallen asleep. He smiled and rested against the pillow.

" I love you" he said while falling into a deep slumber.

...

[dorimena]

𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚜

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎 (ﾟ▽ﾟ*)

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚔𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢, 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. ·̀.̫·́✧

𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚜𝚖𝚜. ( و ᐖ )人(ᐛ ╯)

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 ��𝚝𝚘𝚙, 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍. ୧((〃•̀ꇴ•〃))૭⁺✧

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝. ﾍ|·∀·|ﾉ*~●

𝙸 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝙸   (ﾟ△ﾟ;ﾉ)ﾉ 

𝚁𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 (⌒.-)＝★

-🧸

I don’t think so, but if someone is, they can come fight me ╰(°益°)╯

Todoroki begging you to stop and acting like he doesn’t want anymore but his stupid smile gives him away, love it (っ˘▽˘) ♡

It’s alright! Sometimes our thoughts get the best of us and words flow just as easily as these sub babe’s cum from their dicks.

Thank you for the reminder! This weekend I can finally rest easy as my midterms are done. You as well, stay fed, hydrated and well rested (っ˘ω˘ς )

Sorry if there are any typos! Take this as a follow up from the previous thirst!

A few weeks ago, you gave Todoroki one of the best fuckings of his life, if a wet carpet, weak boyfriend and broken coffee table wasn’t enough to show.

(And yes, even though you thought the table had survived, apparently it cracked, but thank god it was wood.)

A few days ago, he suddenly became quite touchy. Not even clingy, just liked groping you everywhere, anywhere, rubbing your sensitive spots on your body, pressing his morning wood between your thighs as he whines about how hard he is and how he wants mommy to fuck him.

But he’d leave you high and dry, acting as if he wasn’t begging for a good fuck or suck.

Without much hesitation and very much thought...

In front of you is a handcuffed Todoroki, who’s sporting quite a cute lacy bra on his chest, barely covering his nipples respectively as he trembles through another denied orgasm, mouth opened as airy whines of pleas leave.

His chest slowly steadies with every exhale, his toes uncurling as he tries to calm himself down to not let another dose of disappointment get to him. He had it coming, and this should be seen as revenge with how he’d deny you pleasure. But just that! Why won’t you let him cum?!

“M-mommy, please. Please! H-hah! Mommy-nnngh~”

You press down on vibrator more, moving it side to side to allow the intense vibrations touch him where he’s most sensitive, to drive him back to the brink of his orgasm to then turn it off, deny it, watch him try to blindly chase after the toy that's tied to his dick.

You get bored with how his reactions don’t seem to show any signs of him crying, screaming, weeping, begging. He’s being quite strong, then again it’s punishment, and he knows if he’s a good boy and takes it, he gets a reward.

Pushing him so he’s lying on his right side, you lift his right leg up and over your shoulder, slowly taking off the butt plug that’s been stretching him for a long and slowly push your strap on in.

Now Todoroki’s weeping, a few tears wetting the blindfold as he hisses and moans, feeling the stretch, loving the stretch, needing this stretch.

And without wasting another minute, you untie the vibrator from his dick, but keep his cockring on.

He doesn’t seem to notice, or mind, not with how he’s already rolling his hips to feel you enter and slip out at his tempo, at his need, as his desire.

You move your hips with him, making sure to be slow, letting him get used to the toy before you lose your cool and let go of control, letting your hips do the fucking and mouth do the dirty talk, berating him for touching you in the mornings, for being such a needy slut that he just had to hump your thighs for what, gratification? A sign of dominance?

“N-no mo-ooooh”

Dumb baby, can’t pronounce your name right with how silly he’s slowly getting.

And out of nowhere, completely out of the sky, his orgasm finally numbs his body and senses, ears ringing, mouth salivating, nose closing, eyes covering and touch shocking to the point he can’t even let out a single loud noise, just hectic panting and those cute airy whines.

His drool is dripping to the bed, accumulating as he doesn’t even close his mouth, not with how you keep going and pick up your pace.

A few more rounds in and he’s finally loud, wheezing through every dry orgasm and whiningly moaning ‘mommy’ over and over again with every violent twitch of his poor neglected dick.

He’s been either begging you to take the cock ring off or fuck him harder, as if the way your hips are rolling isn’t enough for him yet.

“Stuh-sto-stuhp! Sto-op!”

He’s panting loudly, the handcuffs rattling with every struggle he made to leave your relentless fucking.

Okay, maybe he doesn’t want you to stop, never wants you to. And you can see he’s lying because your silly baby boy is smiling like a crazed man, so fucked out he can’t apparently feel the way his cheeks must be hurting for smiling so much.

Maybe a bit more and he’ll make his ahegao face, right?

You didn’t have to wait long, not with you uncuffing him, making him grab his pillow for mercy as your hips slam repeatedly against his ass, his screams muffled and hips twitching up and down too fast, makes it look like he’s trying to meet up with you but failing.

And when one of the last dry orgasms is shown through quick tremors, you quickly take off his cockring, flip him on his back and grab onto his dick, stroking it in time with your thrusts.

It doesn’t take long before he finally cums in thick ropes, too many ropes, as his tongue pokes out, drool dripping from his opened mouth, eyes that were looking at you crossing as his eyebrows furrow upwards.

But this orgasm was the most silent one from the rest, not even a small peep of noise coming from him unless you count his shattering exhale, chest rising and falling quick enough to look as if he’d ran for miles and miles, and his eyes are shut, bringing your attention with how red he is, and how much his skin burns.

By the time Todoroki opens his eyes, he’s confused when he sees he’s cleaned, changed, hair clipped back and the sudden change in the sheets’ color.

When he looks to the clock on his side, he wonders if he had dreamt about everything, but if he did, he should feel sticky and sweaty, mostly horny; but he doesn’t.

The time reads 5:31 am.

His eyes widen and he thinks ‘what? No, can’t be!’

Last time he saw it, it read 1:24 am before he-

He giggles as he runs a hand over his face, looking over to your sleeping figure.

How’d you do it?

No, not referring to changing him, cleaning him, changing the sheets; you’re a pro at that.

How’d you fuck him to sleep?!

[fireflykaizoku]

Heya! I know you’ve done 3 soulmate fics now, but with the sort of angsty feel with Mimi-ya’s request I was wondering if a Katakuri x reader, in regards to the age difference he had given up hope that it was even possible for him to have happiness outside of his family, would make for a good read and also possibly dangerous for reader to come face to face with Big Mom and all those siblings! Thank you x

Hii! i'm sorry i took long to finish it, but i kept watching OP and reading more about Katakuri, since it's my first time writing for him. Since i'm still on episode 850, i was afraid it'd be a bit ooc. If it is, i'm so sorry! my writing for Katakuri will improve as i finish the arc. I hope you like it anyway, it was fun to write it ❤

Your family was rich and well-known around the Grand Line. Being the only daughter, they were trying to find a husband for you, a political marriage that could be good for both families, especially yours. They had a list of potential husbands, but you didn’t bother checking it since you were too focused on your birthday party. It was a small party, just with close friends and family, but you wanted everything to be perfect.

And it was. You had so much fun around people you loved, it was hard to fall asleep after that; you were genuinely happy.

Before opening your eyes, you could already feel the sweet smell, something like candy, donuts or cake. Thinking it was maybe a belated birthday breakfast, you opened your eyes and was ready to jump out of the bed when you realized the bedroom was completely different from yours. And as soon as you looked down, you realized that body definitely wasn’t yours. The toned chest, tattoos and the scarf around your neck weren’t yours.

You could only feel happiness and relief, you were glad you already switched bodies with your soulmate. Who knew it’d be that fast? But you wanted to see more of him, so you got up and started looking for a mirror in his room. The reflection surprised you at first, not being the kind of soulmate you expected to have. He had tattoos, crimson hair, and apparently was very tall. In fact, he was huge. When you put the scarf down a little, you noticed he had scars, and you assumed that’s why he covered his mouth. He also had fangs, which you thought were extremely charming. He wasn’t ugly, in fact, he was far from that. He was very handsome. Intimidating, of course. But very handsome.

Looking around, you found a vest, and on the back, you noticed “Charlotte” written on it.

— Charlotte? — you whispered to yourself, thinking you’ve seen that name somewhere until you finally realized after a couple of minutes.

— He’s one of Big Mom’s son!

You remember when your parents were trying to find a husband for you, his name came up a couple of times. It was probably Charlotte Katakuri. You’ve never seen any pictures of him, but you knew he was a very strong and powerful man.

After a couple of minutes just looking at his figure in the mirror, admiring his traits, a knock on the door brought you back to reality.

— Katakuri-sama, it’s almost time for Big Mom’s tea party. — someone said, outside the room before leaving right away.

You heard about the famous Tea Parties, but you didn’t even know how to behave. You knew there would be so many people, powerful people, and some probably well known as well, so you couldn’t take the risk of things going wrong.

You couldn’t describe the relief you felt when you noticed a den den mushi in the corner of the room. Perfect! You’d call him, explain everything and hopefully he’d be there just in time for the party.

It took a couple of minutes, but finally someone answered. You got quiet for a moment, not knowing what to say.

— Charlotte Katakuri? — you asked, a bit nervous.

— It’s me. I assume you’re (L/N) (F/N)? — you hummed in response. — I see you’re my soulmate and we switched bodies.

— Yes, and you have a Tea Party to attend today. Do you think we can switch back before then?

— Unfortunately, no. Your island is quite far from the Whole Cake Island. Can you go instead? You’ll just have to sit without saying anything. It won’t last too long, and when it’s over you go straight to your room.

— But what if… I need to fight? I don’t know how to… — he interrupted you.

— Don’t worry, it shouldn’t have an attack. But if anything happens, look for Brûlée and explain everything. I’ll be there before the sunrise, and we’ll be able to switch back, hopefully.

He seemed so calm even in a situation like this. But following his advice, you went to the party. It was fun and there was delicious food everywhere, but you couldn’t disrespect your soulmate and remove the scarf off. Maybe when you switch back you can ask Katakuri to let you eat a few.

You started sweating whenever Big Mom or any of his kids got near you, trying to talk. So to avoid raising any suspicions, you just nodded the whole time. And whenever you heard a fuss, your soul felt like it’d leave your body, worried it’d be a confront. If you had to fight today, acting like Katakuri, you wouldn’t know what to do.

You were hungry, but too shy to ask for anything. As if someone heard your thoughts, a few small men knocked on your door, bringing donuts. Not just two or three, but many donuts. They bowed and left quickly.

After eating half of it, you fell asleep. You were very anxious since you’d meet your soulmate in a few hours, but your eyelids got heavier and you couldn’t fight the sleep anymore. You woke up a few hours later with someone gently tapping your arm. When you opened your eyes, you realized Katakuri had arrived.

You were still sleepy, and sat on the bed, rubbing your eyes until you actually felt awake. The height difference was quite a lot, and it was funny. You had to sit on the floor so the two of you would be face to face.

— Hello, Katakuri. — you felt incredibly shy now.

— Good morning. — he tried to hide the fact he was embarrassed, and was hoping you couldn’t hear how fast his heart was beating.

— This… Is it the time when we kiss?— you suggested, looking away. Would he think you were being too straightforward?

— Yes… We should… Kiss.

You pulled the scarf down slowly with your now cold hands. You closed your eyes, feeling very nervous. You kissed a few times before, but it still felt like something new. Especially now that it wasn’t just a random person, it was your soulmate.

Noticing you were waiting for him to make a move, he moved closer, sealing your lips together. Just a peck at first, until you gave him permission to deepen the kiss. Both of you were shy, and the kiss was a bit clumsy. Maybe he haven’t had many kisses too.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to realize you two had switched back, his big and strong hands holding your face was a sign that it worked. You rested your head on his hand, looking at him with eyes full of admiration and a soft smile on your lips.

— Aren’t you… Scared or disgusted? — he asked, feeling insecure now that his face was exposed to you.

— Why would I be? — you genuinely asked, smiling softly.

— Because… Of my mouth. I’m not how you probably wanted your soulmate to look like, and I don’t want you to think you have to put up with me because we’re soulmates. Now that we switched back, you can go if you want to. — his voice didn’t seem angry, as if he was demanding you to leave. It sounded sad, as if he had been through a lot.

You heart ached just to think that someone had the courage to hurt your soulmate.

Little did you know that many people treated him differently, not wanting to be around him or making fun of him because of his appearance; little did you know that while most of his siblings found their soulmates already, and he spent most of his life thinking he didn’t deserve his other half. Little did you know that he gave up on finding someone and started to deal with the fact that only his family would be able to love him.

But now, after meeting you, he threw his rational self out of the window. He felt like he could love someone; marry someone for a reason other than just a political marriage. But would you want him just like he wants you?

— We switched back, right? — you caressed his face softly. He wasn’t expecting it, no one has ever been this gentle with him before. — That means we’re in love.

— I don’t want you to be with someone like me, you’d only be in danger. — he turned his face not to see you. — You wouldn’t be able to deal with my siblings. It won’t be like playing house, and it won’t be like the marriage you might be expecting.

You got quiet, taking a deep breath. He wouldn’t push you away easily. Katakuri noticed your silence, and was expecting you to leave the room, agreeing that life with him wouldn’t be the perfect calm life you probably wanted. Instead, before he could even use his haki to have a glimpse of the future, you turned his face and pecked his lips.

— I won’t give up so easily. — you crossed your arms. — You’re my soulmate and I won’t leave you just because you think I can’t deal with a dangerous lifestyle. I want you, and if you want me too… We can make this work.

Looking at your face that was looking at him with love in your eyes, how could he say “no”? Maybe Big Mom would be willing to accept this relationship and give her blessing, and his siblings would be happy for him. He could even pretend it was all because of your family and their power at first.

His stomach started growling before he could say anything.

— I’m sorry, I only ate a few donuts while I was in your body. — you felt a little embarrassed about what you were about to ask. — But I wanted to eat some of the sweets yesterday. Do you think… — he didn’t let you finish the question.

— You can have the sweets, I’ll ask to get them delivered for breakfast. — he covered his face with the scarf again. — For now, you should sleep. We’ll have a long day meeting my family tomorrow.

[chrizbang]

Pairing: Lee Felix x female reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: mature content, lowkey slow burn, breeding kink, soft!dom Felix, creampie.

Word count: 2.975

You and Ashley have been friends for four years now. You went through a lot of hardships together, especially when Ashley had an unplanned pregnancy in the last year of college. Luckily, Mason, now her husband, is an amazing person, and even though it was hard, she was able to graduate. You loved her baby, Arthur, so much, like it was your little brother. You knew that their anniversary was getting closer and you wanted to surprise her.

"No way, I cannot ask you for something like that."

"You're not asking, I'm offering. Besides, you know I love spending time with Arthur," you said, holding your phone with one hand while you tried to wash the dishes you used to eat dinner with the other. 

"I don't know Y/N..."

"Girl, just stop. I'm not taking a no for an answer. Spending quality time with your husband is important and I know that you have been not getting laid lately."

"You have no idea how hard it is to have sex with a one-year-old making a mess everywhere." You both laughed. 

"I'll go to your house tomorrow at 7 pm. Get a reservation at a nice restaurant, get shaved and, wear your best dress. I want you and Mason to have a good time together."

"Okay, but only because it is our anniversary. I'm gonna take this as a present." Ashley sighed, knowing that she had to say yes anyway.

"Because it is, Ashley. I'll see you tomorrow, bye."

"Bye, honey."

You finished your shores and were planning on watching some videos on youtube when you heard your phone buzzing. You picked it up and saw that you had a message.

Felix, 8:45 pm: Hey

Felix, 8:45 pm: Sorry for messaging late but, are you free tomorrow?

You chuckled. Almost 9 pm wasn't late.

Y/N, 8:46 pm: Sorry, I'm going to my friend's house after work.

Y/N, 8:47 pm: I'm going to babysit her baby so she can go have dinner with her husband.

You met Felix at work, during lunch. He was new there and you have seen him sometimes walking around the place, but you never talked to him. Until one day when he dropped his coffee on you. You remembered how embarrassed he was, his cheeks were red and he profusely apologized. Ever since, you had some small talk with him here and there until one day you gave him his number, saying that he could message you if he needed help with something from work. You know it was bullshit since he was from a different department, but still, you needed an excuse to talk to him. He messaged you a few times but eventually, you thought it was a lost cause.

Y/N, 8:57 pm: Why do you ask?

Felix, 9:00 pm: Nothing.

Felix, 9:01 pm: It's silly.

Y/N, 9:03 pm: If it was that silly, you wouldn't have messaged me.

Y/N, 9:03 pm: Spit it out.

Felix, 9:12 pm: There's a convention for Star Wars fans tomorrow. You said that you loved the movies one time so I bought tickets for you.

Y/N, 9:14 pm: Why didn't you tell me before? 

Felix, 9:15 pm: I didn't know if you would want to go. But it's okay, don't worry about it.

You thought for a moment. You really wanted to spend time with him. Felix was so sweet, respectful and kind. He was also very, very handsome.

Y/N, 9:30 pm: Do you wanna come to my friend's house tomorrow with me? 

You looked at your phone five minutes later and saw that Felix visualized the message but didn't answer. "Congratulations, you fucked it up, Y/N," you said.

You sat on your couch and turned the tv on, planning on finally watching your favorite youtube videos, when you heard your phone buzzing again.

Felix, 9:50 pm: Sure, why not? Is it okay with your friend? She doesn't know me.

You sighed, happy that he answered.

Y/N, 9:51 pm: I'm gonna tell her but I'm pretty sure she'll be fine.

"Is he cute?" Ashley asked, putting on her earring. She looked gorgeous with a tight red dress that accentuated her curves and contrasted with her dark skin. Her curly hair was in a bun, leaving her neck and shoulders exposed. You knew Mason would love it.

"He is very cute. And he's so nice too. I only invited him over because he seems really sweet."

You went to Ashley's house one hour before she would leave for dinner so you could help her get ready, and by help, you meant to force her to wear something that wasn't a t-shirt and jeans.

"How do I look?" she turned around, facing you.

"Gorgeous as always."

Ashley hugged you tight. "Thank you so much, Y/N. You know you don't have to do this, right?"

"But I want to."

The bell rang.

"That's probably Felix," you said.

"Let's go downstairs, I wanna meet this boy."

When you went to the living room you saw Felix talking to Mason.

"Hello, I'm Ashley, nice to meet you."

"I'm Felix, nice to meet you too," Felix raised his hand so he could shake Ashley's hand but she gave him a light hug. You smiled, finding really cute how awkward he was.

"Arthur is sleeping now, he already ate, but if he wakes up, there's milk on the fridge. He usually sleeps all night so you don't have much to worry about."

"Okay, you guys have to go before you're late for dinner," you said, pulling Mason and Ashley towards the door.

"Call me if you need anything. We'll be back tomorrow morning so you'll don't have much trouble with him."

"Don't worry about it. You can take your time."

"Also, don't forg-"

"Baby, we have to go," Mason insisted, holding her hand and trying to get her inside of the car.

"Fine. Bye everyone, see you tomorrow."

You waved at them before going inside and closing the door.

"I'm gonna check on Arthur for a second, you can wait here, okay?" You told Felix.

"Sure."

You went upstairs and checked on Arthur's room. He was sleeping soundly. You felt the urge to lightly pinch his chubby little cute cheeks but you decided not to bother him. You went to the living room again and Felix was sitting on the couch.

"Are you hungry? We bought pizza."

"Uhm, not really."

"Are you sure?" you insisted.

"Okay, one slice would be good."

Felix got up and followed you to the kitchen.

"Your friend has a beautiful house," he said, admiring the place.

"She does. I mean, she's an architect and Mason is an engineer, so they were able to buy a nice place," you cut a piece and handed it to him.

"You said that you studied together."

"We went to the same college, but I graduated in graphic design. For obvious reasons, I don't make as much money as them," you laughed. "Did you always wanted to work in a publishing company?" Felix sat on the balcony standing in the middle of the kitchen. "Honestly, I just wanted to work with what I love. Graphic design is not something that people value but it is what makes me happy." You looked at him and Felix smiled at you, his dimple prominent on his face. He was so cute. "What about you?" "Oh, marketing is definitely not something I dreamed of working with. My family has a long line of people that have been working with it, so I barely had a choice,” Felix confessed. "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah." He looked thoughtful like his mind was somewhere else. "I actually wanted to work with art. I love painting." "Really? That's so cool. Do you have a picture of a painting to show me? I would love to see it." Felix hesitated for a while before he grabbed his phone and scrolled through his gallery. "Please don't think I'm weird," he said before showing you the picture. You raised your eyebrows when you saw what was on the screen of his phone. A beautiful painting of you. You realized that he used your profile picture on Facebook as a reference. "Felix, this is amazing." "It took me a week to finish it," he said, holding his hands behind his back, clearly feeling shy. "I love it, really." You and Felix finished eating. You talked more about your plans for the future, the things you wanted to do with your life, your dreams. You were sitting on the couch watching tv when you heard Arthur crying upstairs. "Ops, somebody woke up." You got up to go to his room and you noticed that Felix was following you. "You don't have to go if you don't want to." "It's fine, I wanna help you." When you entered the room, Arthur was up in his crib, deeply crying. "It's okay," you said in a soft tone, picking him up. "I think somebody needs to change its diaper," Felix said. "You are right," you laughed. "Let's change this little boy." You put Arthur on the changing mat and started to change him, but to be honest, you had no idea what you were doing. Felix laughed. "Let me help you." Felix quickly changed his diaper, he clearly knew what he was doing. "Woah, how do you know that?" you asked, looking at him dumbfounded. He laughed again, amused by your reaction. "I have a small brother so I have changed his diaper plenty of times." "Aaah, that explains a lot."

"Let's see if he wants to eat," Felix said, holding Arthur in his arms. You went to the kitchen and looked for the milk. After pouring it into a pan, you heated it up. "We need to make sure we don't overheat it so it won't burn the baby," Felix said while he tested the milk's temperature. You put it into a baby bottle and gave it to Arthur who promptly drank it. "I guess he was hungry," Felix chuckled. "Do you plan on having kids, Felix?" you looked at him, completely mesmerized by how good he was with kids. "Yes, I love kids. I plan on having two kids one day." "That's so cute, I'm sure you'll be an amazing dad." Felix smiled, making your heart skip a beat. "Do you want to have kids, Y/N?" he looked apprehensive. "Yeah, one day. I still need to find the right person." "Of course." Arthur went back to sleep again when he was done eating. "Not gonna lie, taking care of a baby can be tiring," claimed said, sitting on the couch. Felix sat next to you, his knee touching your leg. "Do you want to watch a movie?" you asked. "Sure!" Twenty minutes later, you started to sleep. Your head felt heavy until it fell on Felix's shoulder. He simply smiled, enjoying the feeling of you so close to him.

The sound of the bell ringing woke you up. You were laying on the couch, a blanket over your body. You looked around and Felix was sleeping on the smaller couch next to yours, with just a pillow under his head. You got up and answered the door. "Hey!" Ashley said, hugging you. "Hi. How was your night?" "It was amazing. Thank you so much, Y/N." Ashley went to the middle of the living room to drop her bag on the couch, Mason following behind. "How's Arthur? Did he behaved?" Mason asked. "Yeah, he slept almost all of the time." You rubbed your eyes, still feeling sleepy. Ashley turned around, seeing Felix sleeping on the couch. "You guys could have slept in the guest room," she laughed. "I'm gonna check on Arthur. What about some breakfast later?" Mason suggested. "That sounds great, but I think we should go home. Besides, you guys need to spend some family time with your baby." You woke Felix up, and while he was trying to get conscious, you chatted with Ashley about dinner. Mason went downstairs with Arthur and you chatted a little more before leaving. "Do you want me to take you home?" Felix asked, leaving Ashley's house by your side. "No, it's okay, I'll get an Uber." "Aw, come on. I'm not gonna let you leave on an Uber so early in the morning." You looked at him, admiring the freckles on his skin. His pink lips looked soft and you had to fight the urge to kiss him. "You know what, okay. I'll go with you." The drive to your house was silent, the music playing on the radio helped you to distract the thoughts on your head. The night you spent with Felix was amazing, seeing him being so sweet like that only made you even more attracted to him. Felix stopped in front of your house. "Well, we are here." "Do you want to come in?" "Oh... uhm, sure, yes, that would be great." You smiled and left the car, running to open the door for him. "Please don't mind the mess," you said, taking some clothes that were on the couch. "Don't worry about it." "Do you want to eat something?" "I'm fine, I'm still full because of the pizza from yesterday." "Okay." There was an awkward silence for a while and you realized you didn't think this through. Invite him over and what? "You know what? There's something I want to eat," Felix said. "Oh, okay. What do you want? I have bread, cereal, we can make panca-" "You." "What?" you looked at him, your eyes wide. "I w-want to eat you." Felix stuttered, his face showing that he was feeling too shy to be saying the words that left his mouth. "Oh, I'm... I-" you didn't have the chance to finish, Felix approached you and kissed you. You were still processing what was happening so you didn't kiss him back yet. Felix noticed and stopped kissing you. "I-I'm so sorry, Y/N, I shoul-" "No! It's okay. I just wasn't expecting." You kissed him, holding his face and tasting his lips. His left hand held the back of your head while the other held your waist. He bit your lower lip, his tongue entering your mouth and playing with yours. He pressed his body against yours and you felt his semi-hard dick. You whined, trying to control your breath. "Do you want to keep going?" Felix asked, his forehead resting against yours. You simply nodded. "Where's your room?" You grabbed his hand, guiding him to your room. Once you were inside, Felix slammed you against the door, pressing his body into yours. He started to grind his clothed cock on your heat and, this time, you couldn't hold your moans anymore. "Felix," was all you managed to say before he kissed you again. A messy kiss that screamed how much he was longing for you, how much he desired you. His hand grabbed your ass, pulling you closer as if it was even possible. "I wanna taste you," he said, taking you to the bed. You laid down and he wasted no time to take off your pants, pulling your panties with them in a swift movement. Soon enough, his tongue was exploring your wet lips, savoring the taste of your arousal. Felix played with your clit, his tongue sliding against the sensitive skin. You hoped that your neighbors had already left for work, otherwise you would end up waking them up because of your moans. Felix stopped eating you out to unbutton his shirt. "You have no idea how much I wanted to fuck you," he said, his voice deep, making you raise your hips, craving to be filled up. "Felix, please," you moaned. "You want me to fuck you, baby?" "Yes, please." It was embarrassing, you weren't used to begging. Most of the time that you had sex, you were always the one in control. But not with Felix. "Are you on the pill?" Felix asked, taking the rest of his clothes off and pumping his rock-hard cock. "Yeah, please fuck me." "Anything for you," he growled, sliding his dick into your dripping pussy. Felix already started an incessant pounding into you, stealing moans from your throat. "You are so fucking beautiful." You closed your eyes, feeling the burning on your stomach getting stronger. "Fuck, so fucking good, Y/N. You are taking me so well." "Please, don't s-stop." "Turn around, I wanna fuck you from behind." You didn't have much strength left, but Felix helped you out. He was inside of you again, hitting the right spots in this position. Felix felt your pussy tightening against his dick and he started to play with your clit. "Fuck, Felix, I'm gonna cum," you screamed, not being able to control yourself anymore. You came, a long moan leaving your mouth. "I'm gonna cum inside of your little pussy, I'm gonna fill you up so good." He didn't slow his pace, his hips hitting yours in a fast rhythm. "I'm gonna put a baby in your little cute belly, baby girl," he said, closing his eyes as his dick slid in and out of your pussy. "Fuck," you moaned. "You are gonna look so good, all swollen, f-fuck." A few lazy thrusts and Felix came inside of you. He kept thrusting on you for a while until you milked him out. He laid by your side, trying to catch his breath. Felix put his arm on his face, hiding it. He looked completely flustered. "I'm sorry, Y/N. It was way too soon for me to let out this embarrassing kinky stuff." "Felix, shut up. It was fucking hot," you smiled, turning around to hug him and rest your head on his chest. He played with your hair, the warmth of his skin making you fall asleep. But sleeping wasn't on Felix's plans. "Ready for round two?"

[jesslockwood]

Photo Opportunities

Word Count: 2.7k

Pairing(s): Tom Holland x Actress!Reader

Warnings: FLUFF with a slightly (barely) suggestive sentence towards the end 

A/n: damn I can't write anything except actress reader? smh but this is for @londonspidey ‘s sit-com Writing challenge (ik I'm early lol) but I was so excited I wrote the whole thing in one go lmao the prompt is bolded!

Calling yourself a fan was an understatement. You were obsessed with anything and everything marvel. And oddly enough, you could after today say you were in the club. It wasn’t a public fact yet, until later that day actually, at the Marvel panel at comic con that you were being announced as the actress for the character, Felica Hardy and no one else knew except for the people who cast you and your best friend who signed an NDA. You were technically still a known actress for your roles on television mainly as Thalia on the PJO Disney + series and a couple of still decently sized films. 

You were currently wrapping up signing autographs for fans of yours for today. Your team had planned it out so it wasn’t suspicious that you were at the con with a few of your castmates scattered doing other junkets and press so people wouldn’t guess who they were acting as the cast for new marvel projects. 

You had been planning to go meet your best friend, who wasn’t in the industry before getting a text that she bought you both a photo-op with someone and she wouldn’t tell you who. You couldn’t only assume it was a marvel actor that you would indeed, freak out. 

Y/b/n: btw I brought you a mask. I get the wig lol.

You: please tell me it doesn’t cover my full face. Also, how are we posing?

Y/b/n: I bought as many photo ops as I could so a lot of different ones, And if I tell you the poses it’ll spoil it.

You: is this with the money I pay you to be my assistant with? Lol fine I’m omw with security

Y/b/n: maybe… 

Y/b/n: and they’ll need more backup security for who we’re getting a photo op with than you do for your hellfire.

You roll your eyes before taking your stuff and exiting the booth, before heading out the backways with staff security and your detailed security for the day. You only had security because you wanted to explore the con when you weren’t needed.

Your best friend had also been your assistant for the con weekend, but you didn’t want her to be confined to you the whole three days so when she could, you would let her explore it, at least she could experience it as a fan, right?

When you made it to that part of the building, you wanted to wait in line with her, which your security didn’t agree to so she texted you when there were about five people ahead of her. She was one of the last in line, with you asking her to be kind, so others would get their chance to be first with whomever it was. 

When she texted you and your detailed exit, getting a few stares and others taking their phones out to either take photos or tweet, you wave at them before joining your best friend in line.

“Here,” she says before handing you none other than a black cat mask before she puts on a red wig. 

You glare at her slightly trying to not make a scene, before putting it on. 

“I’m assuming you're Mary Jane?” you laugh figuring out that it had to be someone from Spider-Man.

“How’d you- never mind.” She laughs with you.

She then explains how she’s going to pose for your five photo ops, joking in between how she should “get a raise for this”.

You catch sight of him before sucking in your breath. This was either going to go down amazingly or terribly, there was no in-between with you. 

“Excuse Me, are you Y/n Y/l/n?”

You turn around and are met by some fans who were standing in line behind you.

“I am! How’s your con going?” you ask politely to the two of them.

“It's going amazing! We love you as Thalia! Could we maybe get a picture? Only if it’s okay?”

“Of course! Thank you for supporting me!” your best friend grabs their phone to take the photo, before you take off the mask, and stand between the two fans, and your best friend snaps a few photos. 

“Thank you so much! And Are you fans of Tom?”

You start slowly walking back to catch up to the line. 

“Yeah, I love him as Spiderman, but I also enjoy his other roles. He's very talented, I'd love to work with him one day!” 

“Have you seen him in Uncharted?  We love Him as Nathan drake!”

“I have, he was amazing per usual! How are you two posing with him?”

They show you their innovative pose. You laugh and tell them it's great before you have to wish them goodbye before heading up for your turn for the photo op. 

“How do we want to pose- hang on, I recognize you!”

You freeze slightly before your friend mouths for you to flirt. You look down at the mask in your hand before getting into character and saying “Of course you do Spidey, I'm always causing you trouble.” you put on the mask and wink. 

He seems slightly stunned, laughing, feeling like he’s seen you somewhere, not only because he found you extremely gorgeous, while in his peripheral vision he sees his brother/ assistant, Harry waving like a madman on the side. 

Your friend directs you both through the poses, first, one both him putting “webs” onto you as she looks over his shoulder, the second one, both of you kissing his cheeks, the third, all jumping in the air in your best superhero poses, the fourth one she gets a photo op alone and the last one she gives to you,

“Seriously, who are you?”

“Your Wildest dreams, baby,” you say, taking off the mask. 

Your best friend yells “freestyle” from the sidelines before Tom dips you, gently, with you shocked, holding the mask out with your free arm and the photo captures that moment. 

 He gently helps you stand back up fully, not before you drop the mask.

“Nice moves Spider-Man.”

“Not so bad yourself, Black Cat.”

You laugh before, taking off with your best friend, well more her dragging you to the printing station leaving the mask behind. Tom picks it up before shoving it in his back pocket to hopefully give back if he could find you. 

-

`You were sitting in the green room, trending on Twitter before you were actually supposed to be trending on Twitter, and god knows where else.  

Someone had snuck a video of you and Tom, up till him dipping you, and a video of you interacting with the fans in the line.

Your Y/b/n was currently reading off some tweets out loud

“‘A kind queen we stan.’  I agree, I also agree with ‘Date her if you can't date me tom!!!’.

‘THALIA AND PETER PARKER??? My two fandoms have collided.’ same, same. Oo this one says, ‘if she ain’t playing black cat I will sue marvel.’ I'm dying at the reply ‘She needs to post the photos or I'll sue her!’. This one’s funny, ‘she could squash him like a bug in heels but he liked his queen like that.’.”

She pauses watching you texting.

“Y/n? Y/n?”

“What? Sorry I was only half listening. I was texting my publicist. She said to stay on the DL until tonight. 

“Well we should get food, you haven't eaten since this morning.”

“By the way, your show has shot to number one on Disney +. Also, you have like three times the followers you had before, probably cause you're trending on every platform, even Tumblr!”

“Wow you should just become my social media manager now.” you joke trying to ease the joy yet weirded out feeling in your stomach.

“Does that come with a raise? Because after today I've spent way too much of what I'm paid.” she jokes back.

-

After finishing his photo ops Tom asked Harry who she was and to find out. By the time he finished autographs for the day, Tom and Harry walked to the panel room in the back for announcements, one that included him for the new Avengers movie, while Harry gave him the rundown.

“So she’s an actress, she plays Thalia on Disney plus’ Percy Jackson series, and that's her most known project. The other girl with her is her assistant best friend, and now she's trending everywhere. People dug up some old photos of her being a marvel/Spider-Man fan, so there's that. And she's here at the con for the rest of the weekend. She's doing photo ops tomorrow at one, and yes she's single from what I gather since you were looking at her like this.” he makes a weird face before tom smacks him.

“And plus you have time in your schedule to get a photo op with her, that is if you eat lunch quickly.”

That gave Tom an idea. 

“Harry I’m going to need you to book me one, oh and help me find a Spider-Man costume!” He says, before leaving harry to do ‘assistant’ work. entering the green room for the announcements, watching them announce a new movie.

“We are so excited to announce to the Marvel Universe, and spider-verse-” that perked tom’s ears, “-directed by Gina Prince-Bythewood, and today we are announcing our amazing Miss Felicia Hardy, please give a warm welcome to the stage, Your Black Cat!”

You suddenly emerged in an aisle way, dressed in all black with a leather jacket, black ankle boots, and of course black sunglasses indoors.

The music is marvel music until it suddenly changes after a recorded laugh from you into “I can’t be tamed by Miley Cyrus”.

You start owning the music while saying hi and touching fans’ hands. You decide to take off your sunglasses and throwing them to a fan, for them to keep, before getting on stage.

“What a Performance from the one the only Y/n Y/l/n!”

You laugh, being met with the loudest applause you had heard all con before being handed a Mic. 

“Thank you but I'm a terrible dancer.” You Joke.

Tom was staring at the screen stunned. You had been the black cat all along. You were in the marvel universe and spidey one,  so he'd definitely be seeing more of you. The hard part is that you seemed so genuine when you talked, interacted with fans and was no doubt, stunning. 

“Better close your mouth or the flies will get in.” Tom turns around to find the voice of none other than his friend slash bully, Sebastian Stan, along with Anthony Mackie.

“Looks like the kid has a crush!” Anthony laughs, pointing to the screen you were on.

“I-I don’t! I don’t even know her!” Tom tries to come to his own defense, hopelessly.

“She’s got you whipped already don’t even deny it.” Harry comes in, joining the teasing of one, Tom Holland.

“Maybe we can invite her out for drinks tonight, then fanboy over here can meet her, and then probably scare her off!” Anthony mentions.

“You haven’t looked on the internet? They’ve already met.” Seb says, before showing Anthony twitter. 

Anthony stands there slightly shocked before bursting into laughter.

“Well, she’s damn well a keeper for Tom since she obviously likes him.”

A staff member peaks their head in the green room to tell Tom he’s up next.

“Well, that’s my cue to leave you two!”

On the other hand, you were on an adrenaline high from being on stage, and seeing all the fans. You knew tomorrow was going to be crazy, as you expected people to book your photo op left and right since the announcement. 

You had decided to decline an offer from your fellow marvel universe castmates, Sebastian Stan and Anthony Mackie, which they so graciously told you that whenever you’re free, the offer still stood. 

You had gotten to your hotel room seeing your phone blowing up on the social media apps for the second time that day. 

You responded to the important stuff, before heading to bed, knowing it was going to be hectic.

-

You had been right, it was absolutely insane, the number of people who showed up. You had fully booked all your time slots for photo ops. You had seen so many people dressed up in marvel cosplay, ranging from Loki to Ironman, even some people dressed up as your character, which was wildly insane to see.

You had been nearing the end of the line and had enjoyed every moment with the fans, and you couldn’t wait for your autographing session later that day, to truly get a chance to talk to the fans and connect with them and how they felt about you being their beloved Black Cat. 

After a few more photos, posing how they wanted, you see a fully dressed, head to toe, mask and all, Spider-Man. You had seen some spider-mans but most took off their masks to snap a picture. The person was the last in line. 

“Hey Black Cat.” The southern American accented voice tells you, seeming very familiar. 

“Hey, Spider, what poses do you have up your sleeve?” you ask kindly.

“I bought a few, Cat.” they laugh.

“Okay, You can do whatever a spider can right?” you pull out a line out of the comics jokingly.

“I can do flips if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Is that some kind of nerd pick-up line? Because it’s only kind of working.” you laugh. 

“I really can, but this is one.”

He gets down on one knee, holding a black cat mask instead of a ring. The photographer captures the shocked expression on your face.

“I- Don’t- What- Spider I-” 

“Ow My feelings…” Suddenly their voice changes into a British accent before they pull off the mask to reveal-

“Tom?”

“I guess you don’t have a spidey sense darling?” The photographer captures the moment without warning eating the moment up. 

You laugh at that. 

“I guess you found out my true identity Spider. And it’s nice to officially meet you, Tom.”

He laughs, just as nervous as you, he notices he has gotten closer to you and a strand of hair loosely is blowing in your face, so naturally, he pushes it behind your ear. Another snap of the camera can be heard. 

“NOW KISS!” a voice belonging to your best friend yells from the side, mid-eating a churro.

You both laugh really hard at that.

The both of you calm down, slowly leaning lost in the moment. The camera snaps again. You both look at the photographer weirded out, and they just shrug.

“Wait can you actually do a flip?” you ask, pulling away, not wanting prying eyes aka the photographer, to pry in your business. 

“I can, though I’d show you later, maybe in the greenroom?”

“That sounds naughty, but, sure.” you joke around. 

He laughs before, you both take off from the area going to grab the photos.

-

After spending most of the day together when you could, you get Tom’s number, before heading back to your hotel room. He texts you as soon as you get back. 

Spider: I had fun today, minus finding our assistants making out.

You: we should ‘snog’ too, it’ll gross them out ;)

You: I had fun too btw. Are you leaving tomorrow?

Spider: lol we should. And yeah an early flight, 6 am to be exact. Hbu?

You: Yeah me too... another day another dollar lol

Spider: ill miss you, Cat.

You: stop talking like we’ll never see each other again lol. As a matter of fact, come to my room, we’re watching a movie!

Spider: alright, I’ll order snacks. 

  You sigh smiling at your phone. You haven’t felt this giddy in a long time.

Your phone pings with a few Instagram notifications.

Tomholland2013 has started following you.

Tomholland2013 has tagged you in a photo.

You open Instagram to find the photo of him “proposing” to you posted.

“Ow, my leg, my- feelings...Welcome to the Universe, Cat.” the photo is captioned. You decide to post, the photo of him dipping you.

“So what do you say, Spider? Wanna help me pull off the Heist of the Heist of the Century?” you caption it, Before getting comfortable to watch a movie. 

What an opportunity ;)

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