#R1999 X x reader

[seoliee]

It's been a while since I wrote something so it might be trash lolol but I tried my best because there aren't any stories for my main ;_;

Behind Those Eyes

Reverse 1999: X x reader

"So... what is this supposed to be?"

You ask, staring at the unknown contraption X had placed in front of her desk. His handsome facial features beaming with excitement and pride.

"It's my newest innovation! Introducing the great expresso making machine!" X exclaims, his voice filled with enthusiasm as he made goofy hand gestures towards the contraption that he made.

You made an exasperated sigh, your gaze flickers to the grinning young scientist in front of you. As much as you are tired of his antics, you cannot deny the fondness you feel in your heart whenever he gives you that grin he seldom gives to others.

"What does it do exactly aside from of course, making expresso?" You ask, leaning yourself further on your swivel chair and crossing your arms waiting for his demonstration.

"I'm so glad you asked my dear (Y/n)."

And so, he went on lengthy explanation on how this new contraption of his is another step close to the great future and exaggerates how it could solve every coffee lovers dilemma.

Mainly, because the machine does the little artwork thing on the foam by itself rather than doing it themselves therefore no failures and you drink your coffee right away without any do-overs.

Perhaps, you should hide his coffee beans to lessen his caffeine addiction and knock some sense into that handsome head of his.

"Well? Amazing, right?" X looks quite pleased with himself, pertaining to the smug smile curled up on his lips.

"Yes. Indeed it is." You replied, clapping your hands and trying your best to show a genuine smile.

Though, of course nothing could get pass X's watchful eyes.

He pouts, looking as if he was about to throw a tantrum like a child. "Come on... That's the driest response I've ever gotten from you." He complains, displeased by your lack luster reply. He thought you would be so enthusiastic and basically be jumping all over the place.

His heterochromatic eyes narrows at you, as if a predator watching its prey carefully.

You had a sudden change after getting assigned to work under Madam Z. He deduced it must be because of the sudden inflation of workload or perhaps another variable he's unknown of.

Either way, he didn't liked it that much. No. Anyone, but not his (Y/n).

He heard you sigh once more, breaking out of his trance. He looked at you with concern as he sat down on top of your desk. "Hey, what's wrong? Is everything fine in your department?" He asks, sounding genuinely concern for her well-being.

You don't even know where to start. It's not like you can tell him everything you've witnessed as it'll endanger both you and him. Her lips pursed into a thin line, frowning. "It's just about the mountains of paperworks I have to do tomorrow." It's not a lie. You do always have a lot of paperwork to read and sign.

However, X had seen through it but decides not to go into detail.

"Then why don't you ask to be reassigned somewhere else?"

"That can't be done. It'll look so unprofes— woah!"

Before you could register what just happened. X had forcefully turned your swivel chair to make you face him, extending his arm to the head rest so his face is now close to yours. So close that you can practically feel his breath against your own parted lips.

His other hand was on top of your hand rested on the armrest, practically caging you underneath his body. His hypnotic heterochromatic eyes were squinted down, gazing deep into your own wavering pupils.

"I can go make a request to Madam Z to reassign you back in my department." He speaks in a hush tone, his hot breath fanning against your lips.

His eyes trail to your parted lips as he brings up his hand and runs his thumb across your bottom lip.

"I missed working with you, (Y/n)"

Before things could escalate further, you gathered your bearings together and gently pushes him off of you much to his dismay.

"B-Breaktime is over. I.. I have to go and deliver some papers to Madam Z." You hastily grab a few random papers off your desk and ran off outside the room with your cheeks flaming red and fuming.

Once you're out of earshot. X laughs and lets himself sit down on your swivel chair and glances up to the white ceiling above him.

"My dear little lamb has gotten so easily flustered these days..."

His right hand goes up to cover his peculiar yellow eyes that has a gear iris and combs back his bangs up.

"Perhaps blowing up this whole place isn't so bad." He says to himself, letting himself absorbed into his own thoughts.

He made a gun with his hand and makes an action like he shoots himself, chuckling once again to the thought.

"Just kidding..."

~•~

"Have you ever wondered what the outside world looks like?" A little version of (Y/n) asks the small gray head boy beside her.

"Sometimes. Why do you ask?" The boy asks.

Little (Y/n) continues to stare up at the glass ceiling above them and watches as birds freely flies above the globe. (Y/n)'s eyes glints in wonder. How would it feel to be free? Free from this orphanage.

"Because I want to see it. I don't wanna stay here anymore."

The boy only stared at her. A comforting silence engulfed them both before be uttered a response.

"Want me to burn everything and escape?

Little (Y/n) turns her attention to him and watches how the gear iris in his peculiar yellow eye began to turn.

[friendsoup]

Hello! Can I ask for kissing headcannons with MedPoc, Tennant and possibly Getian? 👉👈

Kissing Headcanons!

Recipe: MedPoc x Reader, Tennant x Reader, Getain x Reader, GN! Reader, CW: Skin Picking (On Medicine Pocket's!)

WC: 571

Chef's Note: SORRY ANON THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG!!! I totally didn't forget! (i did). Getian is a new muse for me, so I hope you enjoyed how I wrote him!

Medicine Pocket

They haven’t kissed many people. In fact, you may be the first person they’ve ever kissed. They aren’t too experienced when it comes to romantic affection, though they often pretend like they know their shit. However, when it comes down to your first shared kiss, it’s incredibly obvious that they’re inexperienced. I’m talking, eyes squeezed shut, lips incredibly puckered, a quick peck on the lips. 

They often pick at their lips, and so the skin on their lips is often hard or uneven. It’s not too noticeable when you kiss them, unless it’s an especially bad day.

Medi, surprisingly, gets really flustered when kissing. They’re fine when it comes to casual physical affection, but something like a kiss is new to them. They’re still getting used to it. Every time you kiss them, their face gets incredibly red, and their hands get clammy. 

Sorry I cannot see Medi as suave in the slightest. They’re a little gremlin who deeply craves physical contact, but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

Tennant

Oh she’s a GOOD kisser. Like, you��ll be seeing sparks good. She’s had a lot of practice!

Tennant is 100% the type for dramatics. Whispering romantic nothings into your ear before pressing a kiss to your lips, or dipping you before leaning over for a kiss. She loves showing affection in grand ways, making you feel like you’re in a movie. The more star struck you are with her, the better.

Tennant is used to leading when it comes to kissing. She’s usually the one to initiate a kiss, or ask for it. If you end up trying to take the lead, she’ll be a bit lost. She’s not used to letting other people take charge. She won’t hate it, quite the contrary, but it’ll end up as a battle for dominance. 

Tennat likes to tease you before a kiss. She’ll get close to your face, her breath hot on your cheek, before whispering something and walking away. When you try to stop her, she’ll turn to you with a smirk. “Expecting something, love? You know, you only have to ask.” She likes making you flustered.

Getian

He’s not the type for physical affection usually. He won’t initiate it, unless you ask for it. Being physical with people is something he hasn’t done for a very, very long time. He’s gotten quite clueless when it comes to it. If you want a kiss from him, you have to be very blunt.

He’s the type to whisper poetry to you before a kiss. He’ll look at you with stars in his eyes, and whisper every beautiful thing he thinks about you. Every kiss with him is incredibly intimate, and he makes sure of that. Casual affection just isn’t something he does.

Even though he won’t ask for a kiss, he does enjoy them. When you pull away, he’s breathless, his face red and his eyes wide. Every kiss sparks something new inside him, he finds himself longing for them, though he’ll never tell you that. He believes you’re the most amazing person in the world, and kissing you is a blessing.

After a kiss he gets incredibly flustered. It might be hard for him to speak for a little bit afterwards. He’ll hide his face in his wings, or look away from you. He doesn’t like being so vulnerable, though he feels safe enough to do so around you.

[eylinny]

I made more r1999 celebrity au meme :

@sinmalssimp pls i really love ur au, i can't stop drawing it 😢💕‼️.

[missalt27]

Under the Influence. 🔮

Warning: Usage of drugs and alcohol, Afab!Pavia, Manipulation, belly bulge, Creampie, squirting and baby trapping. (Dilf! Top male reader)

Your P.O.V:

“For fuck sake leave me the fuck alone.”

You turned your back to Pavia and walked away. Grabbing the bottle of alcohol and chugging it. You’re a drug addict and alcoholic which is weird because of your condition is still okay, even in mid 30s. Even sometimes worked out at the gym making people consider you’re special. Probably, your body or looks, it doesn’t matter.

Pavia smiled at you and begin to grab your box of cigarettes from your pocket and threw it away. You looked at him unimpressed with what he had done.

“Go get your cigarettes! What are you waiting for!?” He said with a laugh before he looked away.

You sighed and grabbed the box of cigarettes before walking away. But before you could even stood up from your crouch, Pavia pulled you teasingly and snatched your alcohol bottle and smashing it on the ground.

At this rate, he was already like seeing you like this. Sad, no life drug addict who only works out for nothing. He enjoys humiliating you making your life worse than before.

You stood up and grabbed full of Pavia’s hair before pulling it by force making him look up to you.

“Angry now? Just a simple tease like that?” He laughed at your face.

“Just be happy that you’re attractive and enough to—“ Before he could even get to finish his sentence, you grabbed his jaw and covered his mouth, forcing him to shut up.

“Be fucking quiet before I shove my dick up your ass.” You looked at him straight in the eyes. He smiled at you as if it was his dream to be railed by you. He knew that he could keep you with him forever. Knowing that you can fuck him senselessly without any hesitation. He knew this is the only chance to make you his baby daddy. He can force you into getting him pregnant! He can keep you forever!

He pulled away and licked his lips. “Then do it, be a man of your words. Fuck me.”

Before you pulled away, Pavia grabbed a small piece of pill from his pocket and gave it to you.

“Here, your favourite place to escape everything…”

———————————————

“Two fingers. Now.”

Pavia pulled his panties off and showed his wet pussy. He finger himself with his middle finger before inserting his index finger. Shoving up his pussyhole while holding onto your shoulder for support. His finger going inside and out slowly but it wasn’t satisfied enough for you. This was taking too long you pushed him down onto the bed and pulled out your belt before tied Pavia’s hands together.

“Fucking take everything and shut your pretty little mouth up.”

Pavia whined after he was pushed on the bed. His pussy was letting out slick as he was desperate for you to finally use him. You shoved up your big fingers inside him harshly and going in and out of his pussy fast and rough.

“AH! Wait-..!! T-Too fast! SL..Ow down!!!” Pavia grabbed your hand hoping it would stop you from fingering him so roughly but it didn’t. You kept on pushing deep inside him.

“Aahn…. Cumming..CUMmMING!!! AAAHhnn…” Pavia ended up pissing on your hand but it didn’t stop there. You pulled out your fingers and went on top of him and took off your pants.

Pavia was panting under you after his intense orgasm. He looked at you with full of love as he hugged your torso resting his head on your shoulder. Your hands went up to his thighs and opened them widely as your hard cock teasingly rub against Pavia’s clit making him moan slightly.

You slowly insert your huge hard dick into Pavia’s pussy. His gummy walls were trying to keep up length but you’re too big! Pavia screamed after the tip of your cock hit his womb and you slowly pull in and out of his hole.

“Fuck.. you’re so fucking tight…”

You can tell that Pavia was enjoying this. He get a hold on to your shoulder and widen his legs open for you. His pussy tighten around your big cock. He felt your dick hitting his cervix and went into his womb slightly.

“Fuck, cumming…”

Hearing the word ‘cum’ makes Pavia crazy. He felt your dick was getting into his womb even deeper making him let out a tear because of the pain and pleasure.

You backed away from Pavia and continued to fuck him. Not caring if he wants your touch. Pavia look down on his stomach to see a bulge. He was shocked to see this. Seeing him like that gives him a smile on your face. You lightly pushed Pavia’s bulge making him throw his head back. You laughed at his reaction before he looked back at you with a pout.

You continued on fucking him until Pavia couldn’t keep up your pace. He was sobbing moaning in pleasure. He then squirt as you were still inside him. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum inside me… don’t pull out..”

Pavia looked up to you with pleading eyes. You didn’t think of your consequences before you shoot your load in him filling him up nonstop. Pavia’s eyes rolled back as he felt your thick load inside his womb and spilling out his pussy.

In the end you kept on fucking Pavia for a whole two hours. Pavia knew that you were high and that pill he gave you and his plan on getting pregnant with your child is going well. Too well…

———————————————

The next morning you woke up to see Pavia sleeping on your chest. He was wearing your shirt and you were naked. Your head hurts and you stood up and trying to remember what happened last night. You look at Pavia for a while before noticing his pants on the floor had cigarettes. You stood up and grabbed the cigarette box before something caught your eye. It was the drug packet that he gave you. amphetamines

Pavia slowly woke up and rubbed his eyes before looking at you.

“M/N…? What are you doing..?”

“Thank goodness you didn’t gave me cocaine.”

“Huh..??”

“Nothing, go rest.”

Pavia stood up from the bed and took out a pregnancy test in the bathroom. A few minutes later he looked at his test that said positive. He grinned as he saw the results and got out the bathroom happily. “M/N I’m pregnant~!!”

“Excuse me..?”

You’re trying to sober up from last night drug but hearing Pavia bust out the bathroom door and skipping to you happily ranting about his pregnancy concerns you. You end up giving it in and except the consequences for your actions…

“So… should we start dating or stay as sex buddies?”

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Author’s Notes:

PLS PLS SEND ME A REQUEST ISTG. JUST RANT ABOUT YOUR HORNY NASTY FIC GOING ON IN YOUR HEAD AND I’LL PROBABLY LISTEN TO YOU.

JUST PLEASEEEEEE *dies*🕊️

[seruadoric]

clinginess .

incl . medpoc , x , pavia , zima , horropedia , 6 (six)

synopsis . how do they deal with clinginess, how compatible are they with a clingy s/o?

content . romance , headcanons , ooc (??) , gn!reader

MEDICINE POCKET is very clear about their boundaries; they do not take crossing them lightly. while you are their lover and significant other, they still make a line that you should not cross.

. though, a contrary belief is that medicine pocket would reciprocate your manner. i believe that either way, medicine pocket would find your behavior endearing.

. medicine pocket would often let you work alongside them - that is, if you don't mind. they would let you take notes for them, telling you to 'do as i say,' or 'write down what i say'.

;; OVERALL medicine pocket would be ( somewhat ) compatible with a clingy partner. just as long as you don't bother them as they're working, they would enjoy being in your presence and having you cling onto them.

X is rather indifferent to this. unlike medicine pocket, he does not necessarily have a sense of boundaries; he does not mind whether you cling onto him or not, he acts just the same.

. x is used to charming people with his personality and looks, so he did not seem to take notice of it at the start of your relationship. he found it amusing, and would oftentimes return your gestures.

. there is a chance of x taking advantage of this scenario to make you test his inventions for him ( of course, he makes sure they're safe to try first ) but otherwise, nothing serious.

;; OVERALL i find x to be a sort of 50/50 in this case. he could be considered more compatible, but there are some contradictions in my head. he is pretty questionable, really ...

PAVIA doesn't want anyone digging into his business. he doesn't want you asking him questions about his work knowing you wont get any answers, he would be happier with someone understanding of his boundaries and line of work.

. i have a headcanon that his wolves get clingy whenever they're hungry - so pavia is quite used to clinginess already. in general, he wouldn't mind if you were touchy with him. you could just lay your hands on his chest, sit on his lap randomly, and he wouldn't care all that much.

. the only problem that pavia has with this is the countless questions you ask him. about his past, about his work - he dislikes having someone pry into his personal life. other than that, he really just doesn't care.

;; OVERALL i don't exactly believe he's all that compatible with a clingy s/o. yes, he likes your touches and affection, but he does not need you smothering him! he needs to do his work as a mercenary, and prefers keeping you out of it.

ZIMA would have to take time to warm up to your clinginess at first. he appears awkward and gruff at first, but eventually would be willing to engage in it.

. he was but a lonely poet before he met you, with nothing but wild animals to keep him company - he considers himself lucky to have you in his life. about your clinginess, he does not mind it much.

. physical affection isn't something he's used to, and it's something that you introduce to him. he has no trouble in showering you with words of affirmation and small gifts, but he's quite iffy with other love languages.

;; OVERALL zima enjoys bathing in the warmth of his lover, a deep contrast to his life in the cold. i believe that zima is one of, if not the most, compatible with a clingy s/o.

HORROPEDIA is completely inexperienced, but that doesn't stop him from reciprocating your affection.

. he'd get caught off guard each time you touch him - he just doesn't strike me as the guy that's really used to physical touch. sure, eventually he wouldn't start to mind it much, but at the start of the relationship he's a bit sheepish with it.

. when he starts to get used to it, he likes to return your affections. he'll often have you by his side, but there are still times where he needs some time alone. if you can respect that, the relationship will be long-lasting.

;; OVERALL compatible! he enjoys your presence, and you enjoy his too. horropedia does not have any objections to your clinginess, and likes being showered with your affection.

SIX does not know how to deal with your clinginess. is he supposed to entertain you? he was more used to blending in with the background, he is unfamiliar with your touches and affection.

. six is curious by nature, and he starts to wonder why? he could understand it from a medical standpoint, and it's not like he would really mind your clinginess - perhaps you have some emotional wound that you would like him to heal?

. unless it bothers you, six wouldn't be as affectionate. he's been so closed-off and distant from his friends, learning how to love and be affectionate towards somebody again must be hard for him.

;; OVERALL makes a decent couple. while six takes a lot of time and space to get used to it, he likes your affectionate gestures, despite not returning them as much.

before you ask ' wheres diggers !? ' DONT. HES TOO UGLY I JHATE HIM !!!! ( /j i don't understand his character and am too lazy to write for him ) i will be posting another part of this !! the next part will be including the girlies next :33

likely going to be editing this soon ... this has got to be my worst work broa 😭

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

OMFG ARGUS BRO UGHHHH RHEHDHEHFUDXJJXJDJDJETHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH WOWWWW SISSOR ME TIMBERS FISNFJSKFNEJ I NEED A FIC WITH HER IN IT NOW

P.s Lati istg when u see her u finna have a bi/gay panic fhzjdjuxiecjdj

hehe as soon as i saw argus, i just wanted her to put me in a chokehold, i love a woman who could just straight up kill me ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ her design is just so yummy i love it so much jsakchshjvb,,

and omg argus scissoring you?? it's more likely than you think (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝) in spite of her gruff demeanor, there's just something so clumsily intimate in the way that she griiinds herself against your slick pussy, her calloused hands finding purchase on your trembling body. >w< unnfhhhhh just the way argus watches you so intently as you desperately push yourself back into her already-rough ministrations, memorizing every lil' cute expression and reaction you give.

and who knows, maybe next time, she'll finally get her hands on one of those toys you always keep bringin' up <33

[moon-cakiie]

💋🐺

Bonus:

A/n: Pavia's hair is hard to draw, it took me a while to finish redo his hair ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ

[reverse1999fics]

Hallo! I not sure request is open if is not feel free to decline this sorry! If is alright could i request 6 and medicine pocket separately with a shy and timid s/o who worries a lot and hides behind them doesn’t have any friends but likes to just be by their side most of the time and clings to them? Hope you have a nice day!

Woohoo! Back on that grind and cranking out requests!! They are open btw!!

Please forgive me if either of them are a little ooc! I don't have MP and I skipped through the story so I don't entirely know 6's personality all that well!!

Medicine Pocket & 6 w/a Timid/Shy S/O (separate)

Medicine Pocket is someone with a very flamboyant personality, always being able to speak their mind. They never quite understood why or how you could be so timid, but that didn't stop them from loving you all the same.

Their tall physic let off an intimidating aura to those who didn't know them properly, but to you it was a source of comfort. Their height makes it easy for you to hide behind, holding their hand or a part of their coat and trailing behind them like a child would play follow the leader. Of course Medicine Pocket had no issue with this, even taking pride in how safe you'd feel around them and only them.

No matter that you don't have many friends, neither do they due to how... Different they are to others, all they need is to be in your company they say. Others were frustrating and didn't understand what they were trying to say, what they meant, but you did. You always understood their words and actions, so you were the only person they truly wanted to be around.

Clingy? You? Clearly you've never met them because goodness only knows how much they love to be around you. Even if it were you just simply being in the same room as them, they want to be near you. You know them better than anyone else, understand their weird antics and never judge them for how they acted or what they did. That was something they held close to their heart, right next to you, so of course your affection is needed on a daily basis! Sit next to them while they work on projects or go through paperwork, lay your head on their shoulder, read a book on the couch they moved in the room just for you, take a nice nap, sit on their lap, let them sit on your lap! Anything, as long as you were with them.

6 is a person driven to perfection when it comes to his work, someone strict with his rules and follows them all to a T. You, are a slight exception though. Oh how adorable you are to him, holding onto his sash while standing behind him, cowering from the other numbers like a little kitten. He had a soft spot for you, that much was clear to everyone

Being of high status on the island, he was a busy person, usually so busy he comes off as a recluse. But never was he too busy to ignore you even for a moment. Come into his arms after a long day of interacting with people, sit in his lap and rest to regain your social battery while he works on equations and problem solving. Your battery recharges just as much as his does, so let him rest his head on yours for a moment but don't question his closed eyes. He's just letting them rest for a moment.

You need not worry about not having many friends, he wouldn't say he has many either, if any at all. You are his one and only, why pay attention to others when he has you to keep him company? He'd rather stay home with you by his side with a good book of philosophy rather than go out with others. His robes will keep you warm, so snuggle up to his side and read along with him if you do so please.

His personality severely contradicts your own, having a more serious and stern personality that goes against your timid one, but that never stops him from loving you all the same. Should the two of you be away from each other he'll leave a piece of him with you, perhaps something on his person he wears often, or maybe a book he knows you'd like. When he is with you he'll never mind you grabbing a hold of his hand, even when others are around. He finds it adorable how you seem to try and melt into his arm as you hold onto it while others are around and chatting.

[iridescent-solstice]

| Fic inspired by: {Reverse 1999} A 20th Century Time-Travel Strategic RPG Game |

Noticing her turning to leave, you panic and grab onto her wrist. A vice-like grip around it, almost as if when she leaves . . . She’d disappear and take everything you hold dear with her. 

“Timekeeper wait!” 

Vertin’s head snaps to look at you. So quickly, you swear it flew. A mixture of intense emotions written all over her face. Eyes widened in shock with her mouth slightly agape. She’s been on many missions that‘s brought new arcanists to the foundation, but never has anyone clung to her in such a manner. Its the storm, Vertin tells herself, the storm is what’s causing you to act like this. Why else would you cling to failure like her who can’t protect anyone? But then she looks into your eyes . . . Eyes that peer up at her so vulnerably. Never has anyone looked at her with such fondness in their eyes. Never . . . Has anyone but her mother held onto her like she’s their lifeline. 

“I-” You pull your arm back immediately, attempting to speak but the ability to speak has already left you. Apologies about to leave you, but she speaks up before you can even start. “Whatever it is that you wish to speak, you must be quick about it. The storm is almost here.” She speaks with finality in her voice. Ahh, another mission must have been assigned. 

Embarrassed, your eyes wander away from her face as you fidget with yourself. “I- . . . Timekeeper, I know you’re busy. It’s not my intention to keep you from your duties . . .” Trailing off again, you’re unable to speak. “But?” She says in an attempt to coax it out of you. The authoritative tone melts away to a voice as smooth as butter, so you cave. Like you always do with her.

“I know that you've been through these many times.” You swallow trying to gather the courage to speak to her so boldly. Openly for the first time. She watches you with such intensity that you get lost in her eyes. The same aloof expression as always has captivated you like no other face could ever. This causes your soul to jump to the sky in fright when you feel her hand grasp yours. Tight and warm, yet her touch is so gentle. . . . As if to say she’s here for you. “With lots of other arcanists but . . . This is my first time braving through the storm. I know you're needed elsewhere but if it's possible . . . Please could you . . . Could I stay with you please?” Your voice teeters off meekly at the last sentence. Tears welling up in your eyes, but you blink them away as you pull your hand away from hers. Face turning away in shame. “I MEAN . . . Forgive me, I just got carried away. You should go before someone comes to-” 

“I’ll stay.” Now it’s your turn to look shocked. Eyes finding hers again once more. The sad sea green ocean in her eyes moves you to huddle closer back to her. To comfort her, something tugs at your heart whenever her eyes get like that. Murky and dark, like she’s reminiscing on something that doesn’t exist anymore. Oh, how you wish you’d be allowed to know what goes on in her head. “I know what it’s like to be all alone with no one to turn to. Don’t worry about my mission, after all I'm not a timekeeper yet, so you shouldn’t keep calling me that either. My abilities are far too weak to be considered for high stake missions at the moment.” With that being said, she breaks your shared stare. An arm hesitantly wrapping around you. Looking outside the window, she observes the rain as it dances around the flowers outside the facility. “I’ll stay with you, as long as you need me to.”  Those words bring you more comfort than anything the foundation could ever offer. And they have offered a lot. Your ability is a game changer. By getting to you first, they got the first real upper hand on manus vindicate but all you feel like is a puppet they poke and prod at.

Vertin on the other hand, feels like home. God, you haven’t thought of that in a long while. Wordlessly, you lean your head on her shoulder. She lets you.

Together the two of you watch the world outside as the number on her wristwatch gets closer and closer to zero. Abnormalities beginning to appear, and soon the storm will begin.

5 4 3 2 1

. . . Her hand clutches yours even tighter and a whimper is heard. You're not sure if it's hers or yours.

[ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇʀꜱ ʙʏ: @grungenglam]

[noob-with-a-shitty-computer]

dikke my beloved

[mdnnight]

✱ champagne weather ! recipent : medicine pocket

this moment in time : welcome to the suitcase, where it's always raining. spend some time with your dearest mildly insane scientist, medicine pocket .

notes from lucille : it's been five months since the last medicine pocket fic . fun fact ( i think ) medicine pocket is 5'8 / 177 cm so enjoy how poorly written this was

tags : medicine pocket x reader , fluff , gn reader , reader is implied to work at laplace medical center blah blah , the first time i've written something in over a year , dogs? sorry if you're allergic , not proofread because rereading my writing makes me cringe , ooc medicine pocket mayber who knows , word count : 219

you can't hear anything except for your heartbeat and the pitter-patter of the rain hitting against glass, head against pillow with one arm snaked around your waist — medicine pocket's. their other is holding up the latest arcanist daily, thumb pressed against the thin pages.

this was the closet thing to peace you could get, considering that medicine pocket had been fussing for you to sleep at more reasonable times ( before three in the morning , and still a very hypocriticial request considering ... medicine pocket. ) and in their words, " passing out on your desk does not count, dumbass. "

not like they didn't do that on the regular.

" go to bed. " the words startle you out of your thoughts, unconsciously moving away from medicine pocket before their arm tightens around your waist, bringing you closer to them.

" it's not even that late ... " complaints start to rise out of your mouth, until you turn and see that the clock reads one in the morning. oops. " okay nevermind — i'll sleep . " you mutter out, still faced away from medicine pocket so you don't have to see the smirk on their face.

there's a moment of silence where they speak nothing and you can only hear the drizzle outside, and maybe the sound of medicine pocket flipping a page in their magazine. " great . good night, darling . "

you can still hear the smugness in their voice, maybe.

[seoliee]

IM ON MY KNEES, BEGGING SOMEONE TO WRITE AN X x READER

If not, then I'm forced to write one for myself.

[friendsoup]

Did You Forget? | Medicine Pocket x Reader

Recipe: Medi is Bad at Feelings, Tsudere? Medi, Reader has a bad Memory, X is a shit head, But also the best wingman ever?, Jealous! Medicine Pocket, Medi is head over heels for Reader, Small kiss at the end, Easily Flustered Medi

WC: 984

Chef's Note: The second of my Valentine's Day Special! It feels good writing Medi again <3 I've missed my fail enbey

“Hey, dumbass.” 

A familiar voice disturbs your silent concentration. You look up from the paperwork you were slaving over, making a face at the intruder in your office. Medicine Pocket. Your peer here at Laplace, and a general annoyance. You two get along fine enough, though to anyone looking from the outside, it’d seem as though you despised each other. Mutual bullying was how you liked to describe it. 

“Yeah?” You glanced up to them, before your gaze fell back on your sheet. You knew that’d get under their skin. They hated when you didn’t pay attention to them. Even more when you didn’t play into their banter. This act wasn’t entirely to piss them off though, you had important work to do. You couldn’t sit here all day and hurl insults. 

…though you wish you could. It’d be far more interesting.

“Don’t you have something to say to me?” Medi asks. They shove their hands in their pocket, cocking their head to the side.

That’s unusual. What are they trying to goad you into saying? Do they want an apology? But for what? As far as you’re aware, you haven’t done anything too mean. Nothing that they aren’t cool with. Maybe it’s a special event? You rack your brain, trying to come up with today’s date.

“...Happy birthday?” You meekly propose, pulling your shoulders to your ears. 

“Fucking, what?” Medi shoots back. “Come on! Aren’t you supposed to be a genius?! Have you been eating the pens you use to write all your stupid papers?! Has the ink poisoning killed off all your braincells?!” They hiss. 

Usually, you’d follow the banter, start fighting back. But you honestly don’t know what Medi’s worked up over. The lab has been relatively calm. Nothing important has happened or been planned for weeks now. Your attention turns to them, fully, but all you can do is blankly stare. Something you aren’t used to happens within the silence. Medi’s usual shit-eating grin drops. They tense, a scowl forming on their lips. “You’re serious.” They stare at you, preparing for this to all be a joke. When you don’t respond, they stand upright, turning towards the door. “Whatever. Forget about it. It’s not important anyway.” 

You want to argue, but you’re lost. You simply turn back to your paperwork, picking your pen back up to continue, when a new person enters the office. 

“Oh! Medicine Pocket.” X stands in the doorway, blocking the other scientist’s way. “I thought I heard your voice.” His voice is uncharacteristically cheery, which only ever means trouble.

Medi raised an eyebrow, their scowl only deepening. “What are you here for, nerd?”

“I could ask the same of you! Though I have a hypothesis. Those chocolates in your pocket… they’re for Y/N, yeah?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

Medi jumps. “What the fuck?! Hell no! Like I’d ever give them chocolates. That’s-That’s so stupid! I would never!” “Chocolates? Why?” You pipe up.

X looks quizzically at the two of you, before a smile splits across his face. “Ah, have you forgotten the date? It’s Valentine’s Day. I thought Medicine Pocket was here to celebrate, but I see now I was wrong. How sad. They shouldn’t mind, then, that I have some chocolates of my own to give you.”

“You do?” You ask, eyes lighting up.

“You do?” Medi asks, aggravation flashing on their face.

X makes his way over to you, placing a small bag of chocolates on your desk. You examine them, giving a smile. “Thank you, X. These are lovely.” “Th-They aren’t even your favorite!” Medi argues. 

X simply smiles. “Well, if you don’t get anything better, then that means my chocolates were the favorite, yes?” He asks.

“I suppose it does. In a very literal way.” You respond, narrowing your eyes. What is he getting at?

“Isn’t that deserving of a reward, you think?” He continues.

“Uhm. Maybe?” You’re very confused now, unable to connect the lines.

“In the spirit of the holiday, how about a kiss on the cheek?” X looks to you, his expression unchanging. 

Medi looks like they’re about to throw up.

A kiss on the cheek? That’s nothing. You consider X a little brother, and though you’ve never shown affection to him before, you aren’t against the idea. Maybe he needs the comfort? “Sure.” You give a shrug.

“H-HUH?!” Medi jumps out of their skin. “No! No way! Not happening! Not at all!” They argue.

“But Medicine Pocket, I’ve won. That means I get a prize.” “By default, asshole!” They shriek. “Here, look!” Medi produces a bag from their pocket, slamming it on your desk. It’s a small bag of chocolates, like X’s. Only this time, it’s your favorite. You feel a slight warmth in your face. You didn’t know Medi knew what you liked. You must have only mentioned it once.

“Ah, will you look at that. Seems like you’ve won, Medicine.” X grins. He doesn’t seem too downcast over losing that kiss. “Go on, claim your prize then.” “H-huh?” Medi stutters, glancing over at you.

“You gave the best chocolates, which means you get the kiss. Go on, get it.” X makes a motion towards you.

“Y/N wouldn’t kiss me!” Medi argues.

“I’m not against the idea.” You rub the back of your neck.

Medi’s face turns dangerously red, as they shuffle over to you. With a small peep, they lean forward, squeezing their eyes shut. “Just- Get it over with, alright?!” They bark.

Without any hesitation, you press a quick kiss to their cheek. Instantly, they spring upwards. “Wow, uhm, look at the time! I have to go!” They quickly ramble, before darting out the door.

They were so worked up, over that? You hum to yourself, staring at the door they left from. Half stuck in a daydream.

“Seems my work is done, then.” X states. 

What a dick.

[eylinny]

I draw r1999 celebrity au, the Q&A one

@sinmalssimp ty for giving me ur permission to draw ur au!

[seruadoric]

Will u do a getian fluff? (If ur still in the r1999 fandom ofc)

GETIAN , WHO ...

content warnings // fluff, various headcanon scenarios , romance ( can be perceived as platonic ) , gn!reader

notes // i absolutely fell in love with getian during notes on shuori, therefore i am very much ecstatic to write for him ♡ i actually have a lot more for him in mind, but i'm not going to be oversharing today ( im actually just too lazy to write )

word count // 580

GETIAN who wants to impress you - and he does that by playing music to you.

➜﹒due to his bone wand, getian is able to play multiple instruments at a time. he conducts a beautiful orchestra of harps, lutes, and drums. the music is extremely clear and loud, but it is beautiful all the same. he wants to share his passion of music with his loved one, and is delighted when you show a positive response.

you have never heard something quite like this, and it was as if he had put you in an infinite trance. the music is carefully orchestrated, harmonizing together perfectly. you'd doubt you would break out of this reverie before the music had come to a stop, the initial quietness returning.

getian's attentive eyes look towards you, in search of finding a reaction of some sort ... and he was delighted seeing your face light up, the soft sound of applause resonating. he cracked a smile, one that was barely even noticeable -

"your music never fails to put me at ease." you spoke, in which he replies with a nod. "i will be sure to play for you more, then"

GETIAN who invites you to fly with him, especially late at night.

➜﹒the nighttime is a perfect time to stretch his wings and get some fresh air. whether or not you have wings like him, he will invite you to fly to the highest building to have the best view of the city (or the wilderness).

"hold on tight, and don't let go." he warned, the sheer pressure of being so high up making his voice barely audible. getian's talons held onto the hem of your clothing, careful not to hurt you, or to rip them - "i won't be able to catch you if you fall."

you reckon you flew a few miles, before he finally placed you down. he perched on the branch of a tree only a few feet away, stretching his wings out. here, you could see the whole city in its glory - the lights of the streets, slowly flickering as time passed.

once each light dimmed down, it was only the moon and its stars to accompany you. he will eventually fly you back down, but for now he does not need to say a thing - just admire the stars in a comfortable silence.

GETIAN who gifts you trinkets and jewelries he might've found in the wilderness; they can vary from high-value objects or literal trash, but you will love them nonetheless.

➜﹒ there will be short periods of time where getian is away, which he makes it up to you by gifting the things he found on his adventures. really, they're just shiny and peculiar objects that he found tossed around, but he managed to make something good out of them. (by giving them to you!)

"emm ... getian, what's this?" your expression, tinged with both mystification and amusement, didn't go unnoticed by the feathered man. "for you." he pushed the trinkets to you, as if urging you to take them.

"help yourself, i have no need for them." he raises his wing to his face, letting you take your pick. among them, there were valuable stones like jade and crystals ... but what caught your eye was a makeshift ring; a pull-tab from a used can of dr. papper, long thrown away by its user.

"i'll take this one."

૮˶- ﻌ -˶ა⌒)ᦱ zᶻ

[bunnivez]

-ˋˏ 𐔌 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬 !! 𐦯 ˎˊ-

⟡ ݁₊ . 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! — I MISS MY WIFE SO MUCH SHSHS

“You are the most precious flower, my lady. So delicate, dripping with beauty and perfection.” Her words were low and filled with adoration, you could feel her soft breath against your cheek, eventually to your lips. You looked into her crimson eyes and it was like she was hypnotizing you, you crave her, you need her.

What started as a night at a luxurious party filled with people of status and money turned into meeting a strange, charming lady and ending in your bed with her.

You wrapped your arms around her neck, pulling her into a passionate kiss. The way she moved, slowly undressed you, trailed kisses down your neck. It left you shaking and impatient, you grinding slightly against her and she chuckled in response.

“Impatient, my lady? Be a bit more patient. This moment should be enjoyed and savored, not rushed.” It was embarrassing that she noticed, and what’s even worse is that she was doing it on purpose; the smirk on her face as your cheeks flushed said enough.

The night was beautiful, the moon’s rays of light peeked through the curtains. You glanced down at her, panting and sweating while she looked like a goddess in between your legs, the rays of moonlight highlighted her features and made her eyes stand out more.

You felt your body burning despite the room being cold tonight. It all felt too much, she knew how to use her mouth, and her hands, playing your body like an instrument, it was like second nature to her. You needed to grasp onto something or else you might slip out of reality, you’re so close.

The night went on, full of bliss and passion. Tennant looked at your sleeping form with a soft look, with one hand she carefully tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. She was debating if she should leave or stay a while longer, you looked so peaceful, so angelic. Knowing later in the morning you’ll be mournful once realization hits.

She can’t stay though, even if she wants to. Commitment isn’t a thing for Tennant, she is a liar, a scammer picking on her next victim to trick and jump after the next one. She felt bad for doing so now. Normally she wouldn’t care, but you are… Different. There are many pretty women in the world but you are the first one to have made her feel something. It wasn’t just your beauty, but your kind soul. So innocent, too kind for this world, for her.

She doesn’t deserve to stay with someone like you.

With one last glance, she stood up, put on her hat, and left. Not even a letter, or a hint as to where she’s going. She can’t go back.

Morning came, and you felt the rays of sun hit your skin. Slowly, you lifted your eyes, reaching for the spot next to you only to feel nothing but the cold sheets. You felt your heart drop, you quickly sat down to look at your surroundings.

Nothing. The sheets messy, your body naked, but no letter. Her clothes weren’t there, her hat, nothing. No traces of her at all, the diamond necklace she gave you last night laid on the nightstand now as charcoal.

The necklace was just as fake as her words, her kisses, her affection. Was the only thing she wanted your money? And you fell for her like an idiot, such a foolish person you are. You let her in your bed, gave yourself to her, let her touch you in such an intimate way only for her to leave without saying anything? You feel heavy, like there’s an invisible weight on your shoulders slowly crushing you.

Tears suddenly rolled down your cheeks as you slowly started dressing yourself. You wanted to go out and find her, ask for an explanation, or beg her to come back and stay. Did she want to stay with you though? Why would you beg a scumbag like her to come back?

You looked at yourself in the mirror and all you could see was a pathetic girl crying. She isn’t worth your tears, but why can’t you stop crying? You feel more sorrow than anger towards her, you want her lips against yours one last time.

You will find her, you have to for your sake.

⟢ 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐳 ᵎᵎ — do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt any of my works without my permission and or confirmation.