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thyme-in-a-bubble · 1 year ago

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a list of some autumnal movies/series 🍂

i am nothing if not an organised little goblin who can not stop themself from making a good list. this is just in case you want something with that fall vibe but can't think of any. just close your eyes and point somewhere on this little list, or even put the numbers in a generator and go with whatever the result is ♡

winter | spring | summer

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nosferatu (1922)

sabrina (1954)

the creature from the black lagoon (1954)

psycho (1960)

rosemary’s baby (1968)

the rocky horror picture show (1975)

halloween franchise (1978-)

friday the 13th franchise (1980-)

an american werewolf in london (1981)

dark crystal (1982)

a nightmare on elm street (1984)

ghostbusters (1984-)

ronja rövardotter (1984)

clue (1985)

princess bride (1987)

the witches of eastwick (1987)

elvira mistress of the dark (1988)

dead poets society (1989)

when harry met sally (1989)

ghost (1990)

the witches (1990)

death becomes her (1992)

hocus pocus (1993)

addams family values (1993)

interview with a vampie (1994)

the craft (1996)

the first wifes club (1996)

the scream franchise (1996-)

halloweentown (1998)

practical magic (1998)

you’ve got mail (1998)

the blair witch project (1999)

sleepy hollow (1999)

chocolat (2000)

amelie (2001)

the lord of the rings franchise (2001-2003)

scooby doo (2002)

school of rock (2003)

mona lisa smile (2003)

peter pan (2003)

pirates of the caribbean franchise (2003-2017)

north & south (2004)

pride and prejudice (2005)

the descent (2005)

just like heaven (2005)

the devil wears prada (2006)

the lake house (2006)

penelope (2006)

el orfanato (2007)

juno (2007)

ratatouille (2007)

bridge to terabithia (2007)

the edge of love (2008)

twilight (2008)

the curious case of benjamin button (2008)

julie & julia (2009)

jennifer’s body (2009)

dorian gray (2009)

coraline (2009)

true grit (2010)

the cabin in the woods (2011)

jane eyre (2011)

wuthering heights (2011)

perks of being a wallflower (2012)

the odd life of timothy green (2012)

hotel transylvania (2012-)

the conjuring franchise (2013-)

what we do in the shadows (2014)

the riot club (2014)

as above so below (2014)

john wick (2014-)

the age of adaline (2015)

the witch (2015)

far from the madding crowd (2015)

the edge of seventeen (2016)

paterson (2016)

20th century woman (2016)

the love witch (2016)

mary shelly (2017)

murder on the orient express (2017)

get out (2017)

a quiet place (2018 + 2020)

the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society (2018)

on the basis of sex (2018)

knives out (2019)

ready or not (2019)

the lighthouse (2019)

little women (2019)

the gentlemen (2019)

emma (2020)

ammonite (2020)

the dig (2021)

fear street trilogy (2021)

good luck to you, leo grande (2022)

the batman (2022)

fresh (2022)

bodies bodies bodies (2022)

mr malcom's list (2022)

totally killer (2023)

slay (2024)

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moomin (1990-1992)

twin peaks (1990-1991)

x files (1993-2018)

buffy the vampire slayer (1997-2003)

gilmore girls (2000-2007)

supernatural (2005-2020)

vampire diaries (2009-2017) / the originals (2013-2018) / legacies (2018-2022)

downton abbey (2010-2015)

the walking dead (2010-2022)

once upon a time (2011-2018)

american horror story (2011-)

teen wolf (2011-2017)

peaky blinders (2013-2022)

outlander (2014-)

how to get away with murder (2014-2020)

the magicians (2015-2020)

izombie (2015-2019)

poldark (2015-2019)

critical role (2015-)

stranger things (2016-)

ghost files / buzzfeed unsolved (2016-)

lucifer (2016-2021)

shadowhunters (2016-2019)

anne with an e (2017-2019)

the good fight (2017-2022)

riverdale (2017-2023)

manifest (2018-2023)

killing eve (2018-2022)

succession (2018-2023)

you (2018-)

a discovery of witches (2018-2022)

the chilling adventures of sabrina (2018-2020)

dickinson (2019-2021)

virgin river (2019-)

carnival row (2019-2023)

the witcher (2019-)

the umbrella academy (2019-2024)

sanditon (2019-2023)

good omens (2019-2025)

the haunting of bly manor (2020)

i’ll be gone in the dark (2020)

queens gambit (2020)

the great (2020-2023)

shadow and bone (2021-2023)

the nevers (2021-2023)

wednesday (2022-)

interview with the vampire (2022-)

vikings valhalla (2022-2024)

lessons in chemistry (2023)

my lady jane (2024-)

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fogandblackcoffee · 2 years ago

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I often see people depict Elias as the snobby, prim rich boy between Elias and Peter and here’s my argument for the opposite: Peter canonically talks about being an aristocrat and scion of a powerful household, casually mentions dropping unfathomable amounts of money on personal projects, acts like a spoilt child when he doesn’t get his way, spends all his time on his yacht ship chilling in his cabin and having meals delivered to him, insults Jon by calling him ‘grubby Jesus’ which is just so fucking snobby oh my god, has a family that clearly values appearances, and then there’s his ritual. God, his ritual. I mean:

“I still remember seeing the headline, there in black and white: “The Loneliest Building in Britain.” Trouble is, everyone I picked was white middle-class, so people actually cared, falling over themselves to declare it “emblematic of the problems of the modern world.”

He’s such critical levels of snobby rich boy that his ritual failed specifically because he’s so short-sighted about privilege (he also, like an arrogant little rich boy, insisted on picking people himself despite being surrounded by more qualified people, because of course he did).

Elias, meanwhile, is like a 200 years old man who is referred to as a ‘waste of a suit’, loves paperwork, wears the same haircuts for so long that other people notice how old fashioned they are, and is happy to let his vessels reach middle age and older. He’s an old man who likes paperwork and was able to pretend to be a well-meaning, but somewhat incompetent boss for years. Like, this guy isn’t the snobby rich boy between them; he actively uses Peter’s snobby rich boy status to benefit himself.

#Peter Lukas #Elias Bouchard #the magnus archives #lonelyeyes

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lazyneonrabbitt · 1 year ago

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Here you will find the full list of my works for Daryl Dixon and other characters portrayed by Norman Reedus. [Main masterlist]

Requests are OPEN

⬇️ Masterlist under the cut! ⬇️ [My Ao3]

★ indicates smut, 18+ content.

Series

Paintings & Picture frames [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6] [Pt.7]

No apocalypse AU. Daryl and reader are studying at the same college and are assigned orientation project parters. [ONGOING, HIATUS]

Wings [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] [Pt.5] [Pt.6]

Judith plays matchmaker by stealing your jacket and making it match Daryl’s

Oneshots

Records of forgotten times

Digging through old music brings back sad memories, but also happy talks of the future.

Sinful ★

Father Daryl enjoys some private moments with the not-really nun.

Ruppel

You're chilling on the couch watching your favorite show. Daryl joins you because he wants to learn about your interests.

Shielded (Fantasy AU)

Everyone openly shows and uses their powers, except for Daryl. Until you get hurt.

Bad ideas ★

During a laundry round while home alone you find some ..'used' items of Daryl's to fuck yourself with and now have to work through the concequences.

Girlfriend [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl is in a sucky relationship but doesn't see it at first. Reader helps him see and later shows him how a good partnership works.

Hunters Ink

One tattoo leads to many more when you fall head over heels with the artist.

Creep (modern AU)

Finding an apartment in this new town was easy, but now you needed a job.

Daisy chains

Daryl gets separated after the prison attack. He comes across a home for him and his kid to hole up in. Your home.

Beef

Requested : "Could you do a Daryl x reader where at first he doesn’t like her, and she tries to get to know why hes so mean to her? Maybe he yells at her and then some comfort after?"

Rough times

Requested: Hi! Would you be willing to maybe do a one shot with Daryl x reader in a pre established relationship but the reader is pregnant with a child that doesn't belong to him and she isn't proud of? (non-con if you're comfortable with that) Some angst about the reader being worried he won't love her once he finds out 👀

The fun has just begun

Two men snatch you away for some fun. Before they even get anywhere you and Daryl have turned the tables and have some fun of your own. CW: Torture

Forest Guardian [pt.1] [pt.2]

You plan a week long vacation to a luxury cabin. Luxury is nowhere near what you find.

Not your usual undead Vamp!AU

Which undead do you choose? The ones outside, or the one in front of you?

Breakfast ★ Vamp!AU

Locked in a bathroom stall with a hungry vampire was not how you planned to spent your time hiding from a herd.

Drabbles

Period cramp relief

Photographer Daryl

Different kinds of sex w/ Daryl

You needed Daryl for something

"Hey buddy, what are you doing here?"

"Carol gave me some cookies to share!"

Rick and Daryl go out on a run

Old man Daryl

Showing Daryl how beautiful he is ★

Worshipping Daryl's worn body

Daryl read you like a book ★ Vamp!AU

🐺Were!Daryl 🦊Were!Reader

🐺Series🐺

Shared interests [Pt.1] [Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4] ★

Grimes!reader. Your father shares information about the man he considers his brother in support of your interests. Those interests take a different turn than he expected..

🐺Multichapters🐺

🐺Monsters among us [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Your water breaks in the middle of nowhere but you find the prison in time for them to help you. There you meet the man of your nightmares. CW: childbirth

🐺🦊Feral for you [Pt.1] [Pt.2★]

Request. Daryl develops a crush on a soft and sweet lady, afraid to ask you out and ruin your sweetness, only to learn later on your have a feral side as well,

🐺Oneshots🐺

🐺 His girls (xOFCs)

Alexandria's new residents find a dog. And his very handsome owner.

🐺 Full moon meetings

You get stuck in the woods, surrounded by walkers and are saved by ..something.

🐺 Night shifts

During a night shift with Rick he sends you to investigate movement in the woods, knowing it would end with two of his group members coming home together.

🐺 Dog person ★

You’re Dog’s new favorite human and Daryl gets jealous. Lucky for him you’re also good with his dog-side.

🐺 Creature Feature ★

After overhearing your spilled dirty little secret of old world fantasies, Daryl suddenly feels like he does have a chance to get you into bed with him.

🐺 Unexpected

This can be read as a continuation of Dog Person. Reader is pregnant with Daryl’s pups and has to hide it from the community until they can leave for Daryl’s cabin. CW: childbirth

🐺 Roses for the ones left behind

Daryl gets taken and leaves a pregnant reader, not knowing her child and partner aren’t human. CW: childbirth

🐺 New comforts ★ alt. ending ★

No one needed to know that sex between the two of you was for human Daryl only. Alt.: Rick now knows.

🐺 Witch hunt

Thanks to an emotional slip-up you almost risk your home in Alexandria.

🐺 Arrows & Rags

You help a wounded creature who leads you back to its den, where you find the one person you thought you had lost in the walker attack.

🐺 Why didn't you tell me?

You follow Daryl into the woods on the one night he asked you to stay away.

🐺🦊 The softer the skin, the sharper the teeth

Request. WereDaryl and Glen find a she wolf (in human form) out and talk to her about coming to the prison. She and Daryl are mates

🐺 Shame

Your most private moments are shared with the intent to drive you away. And it amost worked.

🐺 Not a monster

Request. Beauty and the Beast inspired fic. Set during Alexandria times.

🐺 Domesticated

Request. Cuddling in bed, like mundane little moments in their relationship

🐺 Bath time

Daryl's distaste for showers rubbed off on his children.

🐺 Forbidden ★

Strickt parents and werewolves don't mix, so you run.

🐺🦊 Found

Daryl finds a young girl and takes her home. He adopts her and learns she's a wolf too.

🐺 Savior ★

You show a little too much interest in Negan's new prisoner so he uses you as a test subject. CW: Non-con, forced impreg

🐺 King of the cage

In the apocalypse, entertainment is hard to come by. Until you hear of underground groups fighting with anything nonhuman.. CW: Descriptive violence and murder.

🐺King and his Queen ★

[KING series pt.2] After Daryl's match he gets treated like royalty by his loving partner.

🐺 Instincts [Pt.1] [Pt.2]

Daryl finds a woman with her newborn pup, taking them into the group. Slowly their bond grows stronger.

🐺 Rules of Nature

Daryl gets hurt on a simple hunting trip and reader patches him up.

🐺 Get rid of it

You and Daryl never fought, until you did. Daryl relives old traumas while you stay at Hilltop.

🦊 The bridge home

Daryl has to introduce his exraordinary girlfriend by accident. (teeny bit of smut at the start)

🐺 Monster outside the walls

A warning about a monster outside of the Alexandrian walls takes a weird turn as new residents turn out to be trouble.

🐺 Demons are a girl's best friend ★

You hide from the rain in a church, not knowing a very interesting beast already claimed the place as his home.

🐺Drabbles🐺

🦊 Daryl was out on a hunt > Daryl liked being around her > Daryl has never been so proud

🐺 Daryl hated full moon these days.

🐺 You, Carol and Daryl go out on a run.

🐺 "Man, 's colder than a witch's tit."

🐺 You and Daryl had a great life.

🐺 Daryl came home early today.

🐺 Daryl saves you

🐺 You were all sitting around the bonfire

🐺 Daryl came home from a run. (xOFCs)

🐺 Cramps

The adventures of Daryl the werewolf and his witch girlfriend.

Inked Sigils. ★

Fate brought you together. Spells finally brought you family

Bored ★

You tagged along with your boyfriend who ‘just needed a minute’, but you were so bored..

Momma's boy ★

You find your boyfriend all alone and desperate in your apartment, so you help him out. Again.

Help wanted ★

Request "Fuck me if I’m wrong but scud just being pounced on by a desperate werewolf girl in heat would kinda be hot"

Warm & fuzzy

You just love him. It doesn’t matter what the others think

Much fun indeed ★

A summary of what being with the biker has thought you over time.

A biker's true loves ★

Request: can you do a story with funny sonny before his teeth got all messed up, younger and with female reader. super smutty. then maybe time jump and they are still together even after his looks have changed?

Coming soon??

Double Stuffed ★ Daryl/Scud/reader

It's your birthday so you get to have twice the fun!

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sailoryooons · 1 year ago

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alright fuck it somebody's gotta ask for some fluff around here. i want in the soop vibes !!! but it's just you and yoongi settling into the place you've rented for a weekend away bc you're forcing him to take a break. you share expensive whiskey and he cooks for you and it's domestic and CUTE (and like it could get smutty if you waaaaant idk idk). ok love you you're doing amazing sweetie !!!

❀ Pairing: Yoongi x f. reader

❀ Summary: A cozy trip to the woods is exactly what you and Yoongi need to manage your stress. You especially love the moments when Yoongi gets to enjoy you right by the fireside.

❀ Word Count: 2,352

❀ Genre: Fluff, established relationship, smut

❀ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately.

❀ Warnings: Teeth-rotting fluff, Yoongi and reader are really touching but in a cutesy way, recreational drinking but no one gets drunk, explicit language, explicit sexual content including nipple play, vaginal fingering, a little bit of overstimualtion, light teasing, and a lot of WAP.

❀ Published: August 1, 2023

❀ A/N: It’s cool it only took me an entire year to finish this request for the literal love of my entire life. And the best part? They’re now back to read it! Thank you for being my best friend and my light in the dark and the moon to my stars and also for picking oral or fingies even though I don’t know if you knew what you were picking them for skdjgndfigdh te quireo mas, mi vida.

❀ Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real-life scenarios.

Yoongi squeezes the back of your neck gently, making you look up from your book poised in your lap. Smoke from the grill catches on the wind and blows south, carrying the smell of sizzling meat. Yoongi doesn’t look at you, flipping pork belly with one hand while keeping his other hand on you.

“Will be ready in five,” he informs you, eyes inspecting the grilling vegetables on the top layer of the grill. “Better finish your chapter.”

You smile at that, pleased that he knows that you won’t want to get up from the chair you’ve drawn across the porch to sit next to him until you finish your chapter. Nodding, you dive back into your book, determined to finish before Yoongi’s done grilling.

It’s hard to concentrate, though. Dinner smells amazing, the smoky scent of meal and glazed veggies filling the porch. The weight and warmth of Yoongi’s hands as he kneads the muscles of your neck is comforting, Yoongi determined to keep his hold on you despite cooking.

Moments like this are few and far in between. Instead of reading, you take a second to soak it all in. Around your rented cabin is a stretch of evergreens and mountains, the blue sky turning liquid gold as the sun sets somewhere beyond the peak of the mountains.

Evening blankets the woods around you, urging the crickets to start up their nightly hymns and birds to flit from tree to tree as they head to their nests for the night. It’s not quite autumn yet, but there’s a chill in the air at this elevation, chased away by Yoongi’s closeness and the smoking grill.

“Come on,” he urges gently, giving you one more squeeze. “Ready.”

“I didn’t finish my chapter.”

“With all that staring into the trees, I’m not surprised. You looking for bears out there?”

“I was living in the moment. Plus, maybe a werewolf will appear.”

“Hmm. Come live in the moment with this pork before you turn into a werewolf from hunger.”

Dinner is spread out on a picnic bench table, platters of meat and vegetable skewers and steaming sides. Yoongi slides on the bench next to you, bumping your shoulder. He leans and gives you a gentle kiss on your head before turning to the food, reaching for skewers.

You flush with warmth, smiling over at him. Having him to yourself like this is wonderful. He’s warm and calm, smelling like cedar and smoke. Leaning into him a bit, you load your plate, both of you eating in silence as you watch the sky shift through layers of gold to pink and purple.

String lights on timers buzz above you, lighting the porch in warm, gold light. The air is chilly by the time you finish your meal, full and satiated. Together, you pick up what’s left and head inside, a shiver crawling up your spin from the breeze.

“I’ll start a fire,” Yoongi murmurs, smacking your ass as you head to the kitchen full of plates. You squeal and he laughs, deep and throaty.

When you’re done with the dishes, you pour two glasses of whisky. You stop just behind the couch, watching him as he stretches to spread out the corner of a blanket. There are piles of pillows surrounding him and extra blankets, a nest of his own creation in front of a warm, crackling fire.

Yoongi looks cozy. His nose is a little red from being outside and his long hair is tucked under a beanie. He’s shed the flannel he had on earlier, now in just sweatpants and a t-shirt that stretches across his shoulders. You don’t remember when he got so broad, but your stomach does a flip as you watch him, taking in all the things you’ve missed in the last few, very stressful months.

Sensing your stare, Yoongi looks up at you. His face brightens immediately, a small smile appearing on his face. “Hi.”

“You look cozy,” you tease.

“Missing the main ingredient.” He sits down and pats the space in between his legs. “Come on.”

Giddy, you hurry over to Yoongi, who takes the glasses from your hand and sets them to the side. Yoongi leans back against the rows of pillows he’s wedged up in front of the couch, legs spread for you. You sit down gently between them, your legs kicked out in front of you as you lean back into Yoongi’s warmth.

Cedar and smoke wrap around you. You can feel Yoongi’s heart beating through your back as you melt into him, sighing. He brings his arms around you, lifting one of the glasses for you to take.

“Better,” Yoongi hums, voice like velvet. “Much better.”

Leaning your head into the crook between his neck and shoulder, you tip your glass back, swigging the smoky, burning whisky. You make a content sound, drawing a laugh from Yoongi. The sound rumbles against you.

“Let’s stay here forever,” you mutter, gazing at the crackling flames. “We don’t need to go back.”

“Okay.”

“Really, just like that?”

You feel him shrug behind you. “I’m always down to do what you want. If you’re a bird, I’m a bird and all that.”

“God did you watch The Notebook with Jimin again?”

Yoongi’s laughter is louder this time. “Maybe so.”

Night stretches on and your whisky glass empties. It’s not enough to make you feel buzzed, but you feel snug in Yoongi’s arms, turning your head to press your nose against his neck. He shivers behind you and you giggle, nuzzling him further.

Yoongi nudges the glasses further away. His hands wrap around your middle and he squeezes you, turning his head so that his mouth rests against your forehead. Your skin buzzes where his lips are pressed, warm and wet as his tongue slips out and across your forehead.

“Ewww, Yoongi!”

He laughs. “What do you mean ‘ew’? You weren’t saying ew last night when my tongue was in that pussy.”

Yoongi’s words are heavy. They sink right through you to your core, a lick of arousal hot in your stomach as his hands drift from your waist to your thighs. Even through sweats, your skin heats up as his palms skate gently over the fabric, fingers squeezing as they go.

You squirm in his lap and Yoongi tuts, making you go boneless. Burying your face in his neck, you let his hands brush back up and under the hem of your shirt, jumping when his calloused fingers make contact with the softness of your stomach. A small sound escapes you, his tough featherlight and sending chills up your spine.

Every drag of his touch across your skin makes you feel hotter than the fireplace in front of you. You suck in a sharp breath as he drags his fingers on the underside of your breasts, soft-slow touch driving you mad. You squeeze your eyes shut, pressing your back into him as you arch a little, unable to sit entirely still.

Yoongi just laughs, the sound like honey dripping in your ears.

“Kiss me,” he says softly, nudging you with his head.

It feels like your head weighs a ton when you lift it to look up at him, your world spinning. His gaze is dark, smile lazy as he leans forward, pressing your lips to his. Yoongi’s mouth is slow and decadent, sucking at your bottom lip gently before pressing his tongue against your lips.

Years ago when you’d kissed Yoongi for the first time, you knew that no one else could kiss you like this. No one else could brush their tongue against yours, making your thighs squeeze together with just the simple melding of mouths. Now, you can’t get enough of his wet mouth on yours, leaning up into him as he hum-laughs at your eagerness.

Distracted, you barely realize that his hands are cupping your tits now until his thumbs brushing gently over your hardened nipples. You gasp into his mouth and he doesn’t let up, turning the slow kiss into something a little more demanding, a little hungrier.

Yoongi could swallow you whole and you’d let him. He could burn you up from the inside out after taking you apart piece by piece and lighting you on fire.

He pinches your nipples, pleasure rippling through you. The effect reverberates to your aching cunt, thighs pressed together to relieve the throb between your legs. Too easy for him. You know it’s easy and you used to hate it, but now, as Yoongi keeps one hand tweaking a nipple and the other slides down, you love it.

Love that he works you up like this. Loves that he knows how. Love that he can give you what you want without making you beg too much for it.

Tonight, Yoongi is indulgent. His hand is sure as it slips beneath the waistband of your sweats. You part your legs for him, placing them on the outside of his spread knees. He lets out a hum of appreciation, fingers slipping between your sticky folds.

“Good girl,” he whispers. You don’t know if he means because you’re dripping for him or because you open yourself up to him without command. Maybe it’s both. “Such a wet pussy, hmm?”

You nod, dropping your mouth from his lips to his neck, your lips messy and spit-slicked against his soft skin. Your tongue darts out, laving the tender spot beneath his ear and he moans. “Please,” you ask, kissing him there. “Don’t tease me.”

“I’m not.”

He continues to drag his fingers up and down your pussy, careful to avoid your clit. You feel like you’re going to fall away into time and space, but it’s also not nearly enough. Your thighs squeeze, fighting the urge to shut your legs.

“You arrrre.”

“Only a little.”

Finally - finally - Yoongi applies pressure to your clit, circling it gently with the collected juices from your leaking entrance. You soften in his hold, complete putting as he draws fluttering gasps and breaths from you, pleasure blossoming from your pussy to your stomach.

Biting your lip, you squirm a little in his lap. Yoongi’s legs spread a little wider, pulling your legs apart further, the stretch in your thighs pleasure-laced pain added to the stimulation. Yoongi lets go of your chest, sliding his hand down to tug at your sweats.

“Help me out, baby.”

Lifting your ass for him, you help him pull your sweats down but not all the way off. It’s just enough to display your glistening cunt in the firelight. He doesn’t delay a second, hand coming back to use one middle finger to lazily trace patterns around your clit and the other to explore further, teasing your hole.

“Greedy,” he mumbles. You’re not sure if he’s talking to you or your pussy as he slips a finger in, making your hips buck. “Keep still.”

“It’s hard,” you shoot back as he slowly begins to fuck you with his finger, his other hand careful not to stimulate you too fast. “Feels good.”

“Better than your own fingers when I’m gone?”

“Yes.”

“Better than-”

“Not better than your cock,” you gasp as his finger brushes against your g-spot. “Stop asking stupid questions, Yoongi.”

He just laughs but concedes, setting a pace matched with both of his hands. Your eyes roll back as you sink low against him, hips sliding down further to chase his thrusting hand. He pulls you apart so easily, knowing exactly the speed and depth to press, knows exactly when to add another finger, the stretch and pressure maddening.

Flames lick at the logs in front of you, heating up your skin even more. Yoongi is relentless, pulling you toward your orgasm at an agonizing pace. After years of practice, no one knows how to lure you better than him, no one knows how to string you up on the edge of a precipice, breath stilted, body shaking.

“Come on,” he murmurs, kissing your neck. “You want it so bad.”

And you do want it. You’re a writhing mess, feet digging into the blankets beneath you, legs straining against the waistband of your sweats that are pulled to the knees, nails digging into Yoongi’s forearms. The wet sound of him working your cunt makes the room spin, your arousal loud and messy and so so so good.

“Fuck,” you growl through gritted teeth. You clench up around his fingers, leg muscles twitching, shoulders pulling in as you start to seize up. “I’m gonna-”

You can’t finish your sentence. He thrusts his fingers harder, pressing right up against your soft spot, the pressure driving you to the edge of insanity. You think you’ll break in his hands, shatter to pieces with the force building in your gut.

“Yeah,” Yoongi agrees, as he slips a third finger in, fucking you hard, leaning forward and bending you in half as he uses the leverage to thrust his fingers upward. “You’re fucking gonna.”

“Shit!”

Between the angle, Yoongi’s knowing hands, and the sloppy, all tongue and teeth kiss he places on your shoulders, you break. You come around his fingers hard, wet, hot and screaming his name. He keeps going, the soaked sound of his fingers fucking your hole bracketed by your cursing as you squeal and lean away from him, trying to escape the grip of your orgasm.

Yoongi doesn’t let you. He pulls every drop of it out of you until you’re seeing white, your body filled with static. He goes until you’re boneless once more, useless in his lap as you gasp raggedly for air. Sweat-slick, overheated and mindless, you lay in his lap for a second as he slowly pulls his hands back. You feel empty without them, whining.

“Hush,” he admonishes, biting your arm lightly. “I’m not done with you yet.”

#yoongi smut #suga smut #min yoongi smut #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x reader #bts suga #bts fanfic #minors do not interact #minors dni #bts suga smut #halis happy agust #yoongi fluff

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glisten-inthedark · 2 months ago

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I don't know if I'm more chill about Byler endgame because I have the intel that people didn't have during volume 2 or what, but to any other ending that doesn't involve Byler becoming canon would just make the Duffer brothers the worst writers in the history of ever.

Because what do you mean you have a gay character that doesn't believe he'll get a happy ending only to prove that you know, he's right? How would that make any sense?!

I've said it before and I'll say how many times I have to: They could've made Will in love with literally anyone else. I don't know, some boy from Lenora, some other guy from Hawkings, hell, even Dustin was an option. But noooo, they instead chose to make him in love with his best friend.

They could've presented another male character with Argyle, instead they spent God knows how much money of their budget getting every Byler scene just right. Who would give this much dedication to a sinking ship? Like, they literally talked about how they had to wait during the day just so the lightning was just right during the van scene.

And also, the lighting during the cabin scene as well? Because that must have taken them ages to get it right. For the line to poor down only on Will, and that's not an artificial light, is literally the sun. So you're telling the Duffers were going to waste precious time getting these scenes just right but you know what? They don't mean anything at all, forget about it.

And to further drive the point home, the storyline makes no actual sense from a logical standpoint. Remove Byler. Let's all pretend we don't ship for one second.

Why in the world would they make Will in love with Mike of all people? He could've been gay without having to be that in love with someone. I know I'm repeating myself but I have to because I don't think you guys understand how senseless this plot is if they're not going to do anything about it.

And I mean senseless in the sense that it literally has no use to the plot (that we know of which is why I made that post about how Will's love will be fundamental to the story).

And not only that, not having Mike go with El to the Nina project thingy literally stalled their progression which is a huge deal. I know some people don't like that Byler was removed from the supernatural plot, but I for one think it was a necessary evil to allow Will to explore his feelings and for Mike to miss him.

And to honest, even if the writers are the most douchebags to ever douchebag, it still wouldn't explain the amount of care they took in every Byler scene. It wouldn't explain how whenever we are in Mike's POV, is like he literally sees Will like this shinning beacon of light.

Because if they wanted a quick cash grab on the expense of the queer community, I can assure you there are easier ways of doing it. I remember when I was at the Sterek fandom and J*ff Davis was an ass about the ship during interviews. I remember how Tyl*r P*sey made terrible comments all the while they were clearly using the shippers in the series. And yeah, while I do agree Teen Wolf wasn't necessarily queerbait because there were actual queer couples, it still left a bitter taste on my mouth.

The way they built this, they didn't give themselves an easy way out. It would be one thing if Will was gay but not in love with Mike, it's a completely different thing for him to love Mike so deeply that he's willing to sacrifice his own happiness for him.

The writers made him to me irrevocably in love with Mike. (You don't make her (him) feel like a mistake at all), El (Will) needs you and she (him) always Will. These aren't the words of someone that has a crush or whose feelings are fleeting, these are the words of someone who would rip his heart out just so that the man he loves can be happy.

These aren't the words of someone that can be just be: yeah, I moving on from this. Mike is Will's heart.

So sure, Will needs to discover self acceptance and self love. He needs to recognize that he can be happy and deserves to have happiness, but if that was the entire point all along, he literally could have figured that without having to be in love with his best friend whom he believes will never love him back.

If the sole point of his arc was: Needs to learn how to accept himself for who he is, there are other - less cruel - ways of going about.

Because at the end of the day, making Will to be this deeply in love with Mike only to be rejected is just that: pointless and cruel.

And again. Pointless.

The GA already believes that to be the case, the Mil*evns too, Will also believes that. So why would it be a conflict at all if it was actually the case?

Why would they make a slowburn reaction? Will already thinks he was rejected, that's the thing. He already thinks it's hopeless.

So why would they use the painting? Why would they frame everything as a love triangle? Why not get this shit over already?

Why pair them together with the already canon couples?

At this point I'm just rambling and repeating myself. I'm gonna sleep, but I hope I was coherent enough.

You guys are welcomed to chime in, I love to hear your thoughts on that because I feel like I wrote all of this before but I'll say however many times I have to.

#byler analysis #byler #will byers #mike wheeler

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rosesradio · 3 months ago

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hii can you do a leo x nyx!reader? if u dont feel like adding the nyx part that’s completely fine :) ty and take ur time!

hi !! here’s a bullet point fic for you 🫵💌

word count: 1,045

You thought there was no such thing as an abnormal demigod. All demigods were vastly different from mortals, so why would they hold each other to some unattainable standard of normality?

You were wrong. Ever since your first day at Camp, you were ostracized by the others. They avoided you, pretending you didn’t exist on a good day.

Being ignored was…manageable. Being whispered about, with lingering gazes, was less so.

You knew why they treat you this way. You are a child of Nyx. You were born of the goddess’s desire to embrace the stars, and so, starlight danced in your eyes. The mortals were less than intrigued by your appearance, always assuming you to be smug or mischievous.

You didn’t have a mortal parent. A tether to humanity. Based on what your mother told you before you had ran away to the Doors of Death, you had a mortal lifespan. Still, you are much more akin to a faerie child than a human or demigod.

The Hecate campers are a bit warmer towards you, all things considered. They share their magic with you, and you are able to perform small spells here and there.

Nico is also a good friend. It is a little odd to see him treated so warmly by others despite the similarities between the two of you. He never asks others to show more kindness to you, as you never break down and ask for his help.

You reflect on this, at first, when Leo sits across from you at breakfast one morning. He’s much more of an extrovert in your eyes, always outspoken and joking. His curls are messy, his eyes sparking with interest. In short: he’s cute, but his presence screams trouble.

You ask if someone sent him over, for kindness or cruelty or both.

Leo shakes his head. “I just wanted to see what your deal was, y/n.” He says, cocking his head to the side as he meets your eyes. Where his head is momentarily still, his hands are moving, nimble fingers fiddling with a piece of Celestial Bronze.

“This is my deal,” you shrug, nodding noncommittally towards your breakfast plate and open spell book. The current page displayed ‘Demons: How to Befriend Them After an Exorcism’.

“I don’t see why people avoid you, then,” Leo says. He makes a final touch on his momentary project and hands it to you. It’s a small, spiked sphere that appears to be glowing. It looks like a star—and you would know.

“You have, like, a million of those in your eyes.” Leo points out before his voice falters, and he looks down at the table with a flushed face. “I mean—sorry, that sounded weird, but—“

“It’s okay,” you shake your head, starting to smile. “I know it’s just a fact…most people don’t like to look at me because of it…”

Leo’s eyes lock with yours at that, an incredulous look on his face before his features soften. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile the entire time you’ve been here.”

You shrug. “I guess I’m just not used to people being that nice to me.” You hate the words as soon as you say them; they’re true, though there’s no need to guilt Leo about it.

Leo glances back down at the little sphere before meeting your eyes again. “Well, I’m here to change that. I think that’ll be some good decor for your cabin.”

You frown. “They haven’t, uh…they haven’t quite finished my cabin, yet.”

“What?” Leo asks in disbelief.

You nod. “I don’t mind. It’s in the queue, but seeing as I’m the only child of Nyx for now, it’s a low-priority thing. Really, I’m fine staying in the Hermes cabin. I think this little light will look good on my bedside table, anyway…that is, if the others don’t mind…”

Leo let out a hum, holding his face in his hand, his elbow on the table. He appeared to be…pouting. It gave you an abnormal sense of warmth and amusement to see it.

“The Hermes cabin is always overcrowded, even with the new cabins,” Leo said. “If you…if you promise to be chill about it, you could stay in the Bunker. It’s full of stuff, but it should be no problem getting your cot in there. Then, you won’t have to follow the Hermes cabin’s rules.”

You ponder the notion. “I’m sure you have rules, though.”

Leo shakes his head. “Um, I don’t think so. It’s an absolute fun zone! The only things I could think of would be…don’t touch the dangerous equipment, no dark magic past ten, and, uh…you have to hang out at least once a week. If you start rotting in the corner, I’ll have to kick you out like they did with the old Oracle in the attic.”

It was such an odd proposition. It wasn’t as if this boy you barely knew was inviting you to live with him—it was just him giving you a (presumably) quiet place to sleep. He was being nice…and he wasn’t being sent by anyone. Presumably.

“If this is some sort of prank,” you start uncertainly. “I will perform dark magic on you.”

“No pranks,” Leo promises. “At least, not yet. I’m not liable if I do a little hand-in-a-bowl-of-warm-water, but you don’t have to worry about that until you least expect it. Maybe…you could do a trial run. Come by and take a look around, watch a movie. I made a new projector, and—“

“You made a new projector?” You ask incredulously.

Leo nods, curls bouncing, his eyes alive with interest. “I’m still working on the popcorn machine, unfortunately…it keeps combusting, and the popcorn gets absolutely obliterated…”

For some reason, his utter melancholy over combusted popcorn makes you laugh. The sound surprises you so much, you cover your mouth with your hand.

Leo looks at you in disbelief, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “That settles it, then. We’re watching a comedy—I gotta hear you laugh again.”

You shake your head, cheeks flushed, positive the other campers are staring at the pair of you. For some reason, though, you can’t bring yourself to care. You are just beyond relieved to find yourself with a new friend…especially one as cute as Leo.

#leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x you #pjo #percy jackson #pjo drabbles #rose’s asks

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bomber-grl · 1 year ago

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Leo Valdez relationship hc♡

₊˚⊹Pairing(s): Leo Valdez x Gn!reader (no pronouns/no specific godly parent)

₊˚⊹Warning(s): Some cringe things so proceed with caution 😭

If you thought he was annoying he gets 100x worse

Like you know that one friend that gets a lil too comfortable around you?

Yea well that’s him except he’s your boyfriend

Now, I kinda sorta imagine diff sides of him as ur bf

So the most obvious way is him acting annoyingly clingy and such

He’s always cuddling up to you, calling you cringe nicknames/pet names, and just being so clingy and affectionate

Not that you hate it

He’s so sweet too, like he knows he’s annoying and stuff but for the most part it’s just to tease or mess with you

And when it comes to the more emotional part of the relationship, he’s there

You can only guess it’s because of how he always tries to hide his true feelings behind jokes and humor

Due to your relationship you two began getting closer and thus conversations of his true feelings and thoughts were revealed along the way.

So it just makes you sad that not enough people realize how sad and miserable he can be sometimes.

The reality of this slaps you in the face when you accidentally stumbled into him bawling his eyes out and very obviously going through something serious, then starts laughing and throwing out jokes at his own expense

Like why??

All you could think of doing was hugging him. Really settled in stone that y’all are 4lifers

Continuing from that, he really does like you

Like all his life he was literally “the other woman” in the sense that no one ever wanted him back.

So once you return his feelings he’s bamboozled

He genuinely takes a step back and tells you to stop joking around.

That’s how bad it was

Well, because of how taken back he was he not only made jokes but eventually realized there was no reason to use them as a cover anymore and just hugged and thanked you.

Yea, thanked you for liking him

Most times you enjoy each-others company in either your cabin, if not in bunker 9

While you’re just chilling in there practicing or doing whatever and him just working on a project he asks what makes him so attractive to you

Of course he drops jokes like “ofc I’m super sexy” or “how could u resist me?”

But when you ultimately tell him what you liked about him and how cute you found him-

He flusters

Badly

How easy it is to fluster him is one thing you absolutely love about him

He’s always getting overly cocky and flirting with you like there’s no tomorrow while dropping the most down right horrendous pet names known to man

(Ex: pookie wookie bear, sugar booger, etc)

Most times when Leo would flirt with girls in the past they’d ignore him and basically look down on him. ( which we all know)

Well when your lovely ass comes around he does the same routine

But unlike before, you actually reciprocate this flirting

And he combusts on the spot

*leo exe has stopped working*

Quite literally

He’s so unused to his affections being returned it’s literally whiplash the second it is

Gets to the point where he’s so embarrassed from your constant harassing teasing and flirting that he covers his face and basically whines out, begging for you to stop.

What a simp

(This statement is quite literally acknowledged by everyone else too LMAOO)

aside from that, he’s super hot

Literally

Concerningly so, especially during the summer

And it’s the absolute worse

Not only do you have to worry over him potentially over heating and passing out -

But also worry about yourself passing out CUZ THIS MAN DOES NOT KNOW PERSONAL SPACE!!!😭😭😭

He’s always clinging onto you and it could be 100 degrees outside and he truly does not give a flying fuck

It gets to the point where you have to peel him off of you, or at least beg someone else to do so in your place

And then he pouts and acts upset like??

Would he rather you die of over heating??😭

Like sorry we all ain’t fire resistant 🙄

Your personality takes a whole 180 during winter

Sure, they have the weather controller dome at camp but during missions that’s when you cling to him.

He always just lets you because of how touch starved the poor guy is.

(You probably are too if we’re being real here)

In the case that the weather controller isn’t working and it starts snowing then you most definitely sneak him in your cabin or bunker 9-

(I firmly believe he would build beds or sum shit for y’all to hang there and eat snacks)

And y’all would cuddle. You’d be warmly tucked under the sheets away from the harsh winds and hearing nothing else but each others breath.

Going back to physical affection in your relationship- home dude would be stressingggg

He’s be so nervous and his heartbeat would speed up anytime you’d hug and hold his hand.

Again, he gets way clingier and once y’all kiss there ain’t no going back.

He’s stuck to you forever.

If you ever want to cuddle or sleep in the same bed as him for a “sleepover”-ish thing then best believe dudes gonna be the worst sleepover- partner??

Just imagine this-

Leo, you ,both laying side by side under warm sheets on a dark winter night.

No light besides that of the moon and y’all have been pretty intimate and emotional. Just getting to know each-other on another level

Finally you’re falling asleep, your lids are drooping and you breath calms down after Leo shed a few tears.

Then all you hear is-

“Bro imagine if-“

Literal slap to the face

Like you can’t tell me he doesn’t say the most random shit and stops yall from actually sleeping. Literally has y’all giggling and shit all night.

If you’re in your cabin and you have siblings- they literally tell you to shut the fuck up and be grateful they let ur lil boyfriend sleep there without snitching.

Like goddamn

Never have y’all once slept in Leo’s cabin because how how fucking weird his siblings are-

Anyway 🙃

Bro is always showing you off

He has you on his arm and always saying shit about how he pulled a baddie

Like, sir, you’re the baddie

Anyway

Best believe home dude spoils you

Like sure, sometimes he’s a lil broke but he’s always making and buying you little things

Which is honestly so sweet 😭😭

Especially when you react by cuddling him and just peppering his face in kisses

He’s glad to have you as his significant other

I mean in his own words

“All da ladies love Leo”

(Ofc replaced w a Gn term cuz I’m sure everyone loves Leo lmao)

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nebbyy · 7 months ago

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Leo Valdez x Child of Aphrodite!reader

A/N: I haven’t got much to say this time, just a reminder that requests are open and will remain this way for some weeks at the very least:))

Warning: absolutely none (maybe some swearing? But like, two bad words), just pure fluff. Also, reader uses female pronouns

It was kind of against your destiny to fall in love: Aphrodite is bound to never return Hephaestus’ love, so that they’re stuck in a loveless marriage. With the two of you, it’s the total opposite

The exact same MOMENT you see the boy in camp, disheveled look, face covered in machine oil and dust, you’re, absolutely smitten

It’s the classical “she fell first, he fell harder” type of trope

He notices you pretty early on too, but he doesn’t even try to approach you at first

I mean, no way that the prettiest child of Aphrodite could ever even look into his direction, you’re wayyyy over his league

It takes Piper’s help to start things up, when she accidentally stumbles upon Leo while she was taking a walk around camp. “Oh how rude of me. Y/N, this is my best friend, Leo”

It would be embarrassing to write down just how much he’s stumbled on his words the first time the two of you talked, just because of how he was absolutely captured by your godly beauty

He comes to find that you’re also a lot more than you’re looks: you’re funny, smart, clever, strong as fuck, and one of the best friends Leo has ever known

It doesn’t take long for him to realize that he’s completely and irrevocably in love with you, but oh boy how long does it take him to confess it to you

He had prepared this big, fancy plan to take you by the beach, with candles all around, a circle of rose petals and in the center of it a picnic filled with all of your favorite foods waiting to be devoured

Too bad he didn’t check the weather that morning, or he would’ve seen that a storm was expected right on that evening. He might’ve asked for Percy’s or Jason’s help too, maybe they could’ve done some big-god shit to prevent the rain

Nevertheless, you both found yourself soaked wet, standing by a line of extinguished candles, the petals long gone with the wind, and the food watered down to a soup

He wanted to drown himself in the sea right then and there, but he was quickly stopped by your laugh coming from behind him

Oh gods, where you making fun of him? Did you figure out what his intentions were? It must’ve been it, I mean, how could you ever want to have anything to do with him other than simple friendship, he’s been so stupid so reckles-

His track of thoughts was interrupted by your hands grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a loving kiss, your skilled lips so soft and comforting against his much inexperienced ones

“You could’ve just told me you liked me at Camp, you know.”

“Wait, was it that simple?”

You laughed again shaking your head at his cluelessness, and he swore the sound of your laugh could’ve been the only thing he needed to live from that moment on

Okay no maybe food too, but you get the idea

You spend most of the time chilling in cabin 9 while he works on his projects, chilling in his bed or peaking at what he was doing

He definitely calls you dove for obvious reasons

Best believe that as soon as you guys are a thing all his flirting with every girl that moves is OVER my boy does not come from the streets he’s a loyal mf

After the curfew you usually sneak out to chill in some secluded area in the forest, and cuddle for hours in the moonlight

And whenever it rains, you waste no time to go at the beach and dance in the rain, reminiscing about the day you two got together

Oh, and get ready to see Leo as an emotional wreck anytime one of you is on a quest, when he’s unable to text you or hear anything from you for days or even WEEKS

He’s sure that’s worse than Prometheus’ destiny

Overall it’s like a golden retriever - siamese cat relationship, 10/10 would recommend

#percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo cabins #pjo tv show #pjo #writers on tumblr #fluff #my fic #heroes of olympus #pjo hoo toa #leo valdez #leo valdez x reader #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez x you #piper mclean #gender neutral reader

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percyjavksongf · 1 year ago

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𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬.•☆

➤𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐋𝐞𝐨 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐳 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

➤𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟏’𝟓𝟏𝟐

➤𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐛𝐡, 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐚𝐟

all you could feel was warmth, a delightfully cozy knitted blanket was tucked firmly around you and your pillow was slightly lumpy. Your eyes fluttered open and took their time adjusting to your surroundings, you peered down and noticed your pillow wasn’t a pillow at all, but Leo’s camo jacket folded up under your head, he must’ve noticed you drifting off before you had even realised.

You scanned the cabin for the man in question and quickly spotted him sitting hunched over by his work desk, the sheen layer of sweat reflecting off the dying fire that accompanied him. You watched him quietly, not wanting to break his concentration from whatever new project he had come up with while in your slumber.

Your eyes fell once again onto the glowing fireplace, this was Leo’s first winter at camp and thankfully he had been enjoying himself so far, you know from experience that some campers find the holidays to be a solemn time but you had been keen on making sure Leo enjoyed his first winter and didn’t fall into the seasonal depression that was easily obtained, you weren’t judging of course, if you didn’t have Leo by your side you’d be dealing with it.

Your gaze shifted back over to Leo, who, despite the snow that was pounding against the exterior of the cabin, was only dressed in his white tank top and cargo pants, you were always jealous of his inability to feel the cold, his body did always seem to run warmer than anyone else’s at camp.

You watched as he wrote quickly on his oil stained notepad, throwing it aside to continue at the practical work needed for his latest idea, you smiled against Leo’s jacket and continued to watch his every move, taking this opportunity to admire all the ways his personality shone through, the bouncing of his left leg when he was really concentrated, the way his dark hair curled around his ears and fell against his eyes, you always adored his curls, each strand adorned a beautiful golden hue from the dime fire in front of him, those curls of his also always seemed to have a mind of their own. His dark eyes were concentrated and sharply focused on his work, his face flushed slightly from the heat of the room and every minute or so he’d use his free, non oily hand to push his curls out of his field of view.

You didn’t know how long you’d been watching for, but Leo had you in such a dream like trance that you didn’t really mind, you had finally started to feel the chill of the room kissing intensely against your exposed skin through the holes of the knitted blanket, you shifted as quietly as you could in the blanket in an attempt to warm up but after a minute of this you gave up, deciding to sit up from your current position.

You looked over and noticed Leo had moved in his seat and was sitting with his back towards you, seemingly unaware of your movement, he always got like this when he was invested in his work, a bomb could go off outside and he wouldn’t hear a thing. You let your sock cladded feet hit the cool wooden floor and walked softly towards him, the blanket long forgotten. Once you reached his hunched frame you wrapped your arms around him and rested your chin on his exposed shoulder, you felt his jump slightly beneath you before settling, relaxing under your touch

“sorry, did I wake you?” his voice was laced with exhaustion and you shook your head no

“nah, just got cold and thought I’d come see what my human heater was up too” you felt the smile that spread against his face when his cheek pressed against your temple, Leo pushed his chair back and beckoned you to sit in his lap, which you did so without protest. Once you sat comfortably with you side pressed against his chest, he wrapped his arms around you to keep you from slipping away.

You looked outside again and noticed the snow was calming now, you were glad that they let the outside weather enter camp sometimes, you knew it would look like a dream outside tomorrow morning.

“we’re gonna build the best snowman tomorrow” you sigh happily

“obviously” Leo grins. You huff at the thought of having to make your way back to your cabin in the snow, it was pretty to look at in the warmth of Leo’s cabin but actually having to go out into it? You’re sure you’d get lost.

“cielo? Whats wrong?” you feel his hand come up to mess with your hair, running his fingers through and brushing against your now warm cheek.

“just thinking about having to track through that snow, you might have to go collect my frozen body tomorrow morning” your dramatics earn you an eye roll and a pinch to your side,

“hey!”

“you really think I’d make you walk back to your cabin in that weather? Cariño I never thought you’d think so little of me” the kiss pressed to the top of your head confirms that you’re not going anywhere tonight, you grabbed Leo’s free hand and inspect his fingers, oil covered and slightly scratched as always, you tutted and grabbed the pack of wipes you left on Leo’s worktop a couple of days ago, cleaning the oil off gently, ignoring Leo’s protests on how you didn’t need to do that for him

“i’m not sharing a bed with you if you’re all greasy” you laughed at the false offence Leo displayed at your objections

“fine, fine, I’ll get cleaned up and you make yourself comfortable”

you jump off Leo’s lap and make your way to the makeshift bed, dragging it closer to the fire and plopping yourself down on it, burrowing yourself into the soft wool blanket. You hear Leo come back into the room and peak up from under the sheets, blushing under Leo’s curiously intense gaze

“you ok in there?” he calls out as if you’re gone far away, you imagine how silly you must look to a man that’s never needed to swaddle himself for warmth and you laugh at the idea of it.

“I’m cold”

“that’s what I’m here for” he says boastfully before sliding himself beside you, if the heat is too much for him he doesn’t mention it.

Your hands find each other and you let yourself enjoy the feeling of his body next to yours, you both lay on your sides staring at each other for awhile, making each other laugh with lame jokes and recapping the best parts of the day before. The longer you laid beside Leo the more you knew he was the person you wanted to lay beside forever, it just felt so natural with him, no need to put up a front or act like everything was always ok, because being demigods meant that there were hard times, tearful goodbyes and painful memories, but its easier to deal with the hardships with someone like Leo by your side, you know from the bits he’s told you of his life before finding out he was the son of a god that he didn’t have it easy, but he made it through. Being a demigod means being a survivor, being viewed as determined, skilled and strong, but theres strength in numbers, being with Leo made you stronger, and the same can be said for him.

You didn’t notice the silence that had taken over the two of you, the feeling of Leo’s fingers brushing hair out of your eyes brings you back to the present, blinking up at him, you notice the softness in his dark eyes, his fingers dragging down your face and to resting against your cheek and neck.

“you know I’ll always look after you, right?” you furrow your brows at the confession, and Leo smiles that soft sort of smile, like when someone knows a secret that you don’t.

“I know” you whisper back, “i’ll always look after you too”.

Leo leans forward and presses his warms lips to your forehead, shuffling closer to you and bringing the blanket closer to you, not that you really needed it anymore. You let your tired eyes drift back to the window, the snow had finally stopped, leaving behind frosted windows and what you guessed was a foot of snow outside waiting for the eager campers tomorrow morning, you smile at the thought of everyone getting a snow day, no fear of monsters and prophecies, just teenagers being teenagers. You press your nose into the side of Leo’s neck and revel in the feeling of Leo’s hand drawing patterns on your back, you let your thoughts drift back to your conversation minutes prior, in this moment you knew that you were done for, not that you didn’t succumb by choice.

I’ll always look after you.

a/n: hola bitches, this ie sorter then i usually do but i wanted some sweet Leo stuff asap. Hope yous liked it!! Ik it isnt lik fanon Leo where hes super flirty and all but i lik sleepy sweet Leo. Anyways i hqve more Percy Jackson stuff coming so stay tuned ❤️🤭

#leo valdez x reader #leo valdez #pjo #pjo hoo toa #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #Percy Jackson #fanfic #x reader

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klm-zoflorr · 4 months ago

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Guess who made a new fic... Eheheh.... Eheheheh.... This was mostly just a silly idea but I really like the concept. Basically, somewhere else/jmj error/post s5, but the guys (all three, yes) are just chilling in a cabin. Oh, and jmart are having a divorce. Here's the first line because I am really proud of it:

Elias comes home to Jon laying on the couch in his underwear and Martin rotting away outside.

#klm-zoflorr #magpod #the magnus archives #tma #tma elias #elias bouchard #jonah magnus #tma spoilers #martin blackwood #jonathan sims #shipping tags to be. added.#wink wink #writing #tma fanfiction #fanfiction

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vesearlee · 5 days ago

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──── 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝑻𝒖𝒏𝒆

Quiet mornings in the forest were the equivalent of heaven while you called that cabin home — a true bonus was when the birds would sing in the breeze, their tunes carrying in the wind to reach you. Only, this time, it wasn’t a creature, but the man you loved who sat at the foot of your home.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈��𝐆 ── Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 ── 1.1k 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒 ── Fluff 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀 ── @smutconnoisseur 𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 ── Too Sweet by The Macarons Project 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ── The first thing I have written in what feels like years. the biggest thank you goes to SC for holding my hand while I tried and tried to get this down. it wouldn't have happened without you, thank you for helping me get out of the shell I was.

─── 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒅𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒔, 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ───

The brisk breeze of the morning blew through the cabin’s open front door, chilling your skin beneath the cosy robe you wore — a beautiful garment that saw you through every cold season, from autumn to winter and back again.

It was your favourite colour, the hem and edges covered in fur as soft as Koda’s coat. That wasn’t what made it so special to you, though; a gift from the man who sat on the porch in his hand carved, wooden chair while he leaned over the body of an aged acoustic guitar.

──── 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐎𝟑

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes oneshot

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queenjunothegreat · 7 days ago

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*(rings cowbell)* Who wants some Lost Trio content? @demigod-shenanigans has been Unwell™️and asked for sick!Piper fic, and who would I be to deny such a request? It took me ages to finish it, but that's beside the point. Enjoy!

“Are you okay?” Leo asked gently. She nodded, careful to keep her sight set on one point above Leo’s shoulder in order to avoid getting dizzy again. Leo looked even less convinced than before. “You don’t look too good. C’mere. You can chill out in here with me and we’ll–” “No,” she interrupted sharply, taking a step back from him. “Look, I’m fine. I told you, I’m just tired. You and Jason go have fun on your date, okay?” “What? No, are you–” “I told you I’m fine,” she insisted, her tone turning a little snappish. She turned to make her retreat back down the hall, but before she could go anywhere, she felt overly-warm fingers wrap around her wrist. She looked over her shoulder to see Leo frowning down at their connected hands in shocked confusion, and she snatched her wrist back before he could do some weird fire power thing and deduce her temperature down to the tenth decimal or something. “Bye, Leo. Have fun with Jason.” Before he could say another word, she fled. *** Piper got sick every summer because the world hated her. Fortunately, she's on a boat with her best friends in the world. Unfortunately, said friends are busy.

Piper hated being sick. She doubted anyone loved being sick, but it held a special spot on the shelf of “Well, this sucks” in her heart. When she was little, being sick meant bowl after bowl of warm black bean soup while her dad coddled her and brushed her bangs off her forehead and recited any story she requested in her weak, scratchy voice. But it had been a long, long time since he’d done that. Instead, being sick started to mean disinterested assistants coming into her room every hour on the hour to make sure that she hadn’t died since the last time they’d checked, and maybe a phone call from her dad, assuming he even remembered she was sick in the first place. And even that was only if she was lucky enough to be sick at home, of course. If she got sick at whatever school she’d been most recently shipped off to, she had to brace herself for even less than that.

There had been one time at Wilderness when she’d come down with the flu during that time she and Leo had been roommates. She’d woken him up with her coughing and sneezing in the middle of the night, and she begged him to go back to sleep and just ignore her. At first, it seemed like he was going to do what she’d said, but then he’d mysteriously wound up with a 102 degree fever the next morning, which had miraculously only lasted for as long as she was sick, too. He hadn’t done much, he couldn’t really, but he sat at the foot of her bed and chattered while he tinkered with his little contraptions and made sure she had plenty of water. He’d even snuck into the communal kitchen and made her a bowl of instant ramen with what he swore was vegetable broth instead of chicken. Unfortunately, she’d been hit with another wave of nausea and puked it up less than an hour later, but the gesture was still appreciated.

That’s where her mind wandered when she woke up in her bed on the Argo II, feeling like she’d been run over with a truck and her skull had been over-inflated. Great. A summer cold. She got them basically every year, for some reason, but she’d been convinced that her shiny new (well, new-ish) status as a demi-god would ward it off this time around. She should have known she wouldn’t be that lucky.

Without wasting what time and little energy she had on an internal debate, she was on her feet, shuffling down the hall, and knocking on the door to Leo’s cabin.

Surprisingly, he answered. If she’d been even a little more cognizant, she would have expected him to be in the engine room and covered in grease, but he was neither. She blinked slowly at him and squinted. “What are you doing in here?”

He laughed at her, the sound loud and bright and ringing painfully in her skull. “This is my room, Beauty Queen, remember? Better question is what are you doing here before you’ve downed your usual pot of coffee?”

She furrowed her brow at him, ignoring his question. “Why aren’t you covered in gunk?”

He looked a little exasperated now, and his cheeks were starting to flush pink. “I do know what a bath is. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, but why?”

“You’re the one who said that a man’s gotta make a good impression when he goes out, even if it’s not a first impression.”

Piper froze. She suddenly remembered Leo barging into her room a few nights before, his whole face scarlet and near-about hyperventilating as he recounted Jason sheepishly asking if maybe they could go get ice cream or something next time the Argo II had to make a pitstop. She’d shrieked right along with him, and together they picked out his least grimy pair of cargo shorts and his least embarrassing t-shirt. “We’ve stopped somewhere?”

Leo nodded, and the frown he wore dug a little crease between his furrowed eyebrows. “Uh, yeah. We’re right outside of Barcelona. We talked about this at dinner last night, remember?”

“I– yeah, of course I do,” she lied. “Sorry, you’re right. I definitely need to properly wake up.”

Leo didn’t look entirely convinced, but he still gave her a little smile. “Yeah. You want us to get you anything while we’re down there?”

She shook her head, then squeezed her eyes shut to fight off the wave of dizzy nausea that followed. She took in a short, sharp huff of air and flinched when she felt Leo brush his knuckles across the back of her wrist. She blinked a couple times until Leo’s concerned frown finally came back into focus. His mouth was still moving, so it was obvious he’d said something she didn’t hear. “Huh?”

“No,” she interrupted sharply, taking a step back from him. “Look, I’m fine. I told you, I’m just tired. You and Jason go have fun on your date, okay?”

“What? No, are you–”

“I told you I’m fine,” she insisted, her tone turning a little snappish. She turned to make her retreat back down the hall, but before she could go anywhere, she felt overly-warm fingers wrap around her wrist. She looked over her shoulder to see Leo frowning down at their connected hands in shocked confusion, and she snatched her wrist back before he could do some weird fire power thing and deduce her temperature down to the tenth decimal or something. “Bye, Leo. Have fun with Jason.”

Before he could say another word, she fled.

She stumbled her way back to her bed where she collapsed in a heap. She shivered violently and burrowed her way under her blanket. She’d be fine. She’d been sick before all by herself, and she could do it again. She just needed a nap, and when she felt a little better she’d go get some Nectar or Ambrosia or whatever out of the bathroom medicine cabinet. If thad didn’t work, and she was feeling really desperate, she’d go ask Coach to give her some of that gross Nature Healing Gatorade he’d given her on their quest to rescue Hera. It was gonna suck, just like being sick always did, but it was gonna be okay.

She’d be fine.

Piper was not fine.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep, but her body ached like she’d been suffering for a thousand years and her head was stuffed to the brim with cotton balls. She was still freezing cold, so she shuddered and pulled her blanket tighter around her shoulders. With a soft, pitiful groan, she rolled over and pressed her face into the firm stomach in front of her, determined to only emerge when the world was a less awful place to be.

Wait a minute.

She froze to let her brain sluggishly get back up to speed before she tilted her head back and pried open her crusted over eyes to see Jason beaming down at her with warm affection and amusement. “Hi there.”

She just squinted at him. After a moment, she opened her mouth to ask what he was doing there, but that was definitely not what came out. “Who are you?”

“That’s Mickey’s friend Pluto,” Leo’s voice piped up from behind her. She made a half-hearted effort to roll over and look at him, but Jason’s stomach was warm and she was very tired, so she gave up pretty easily.

When Jason spoke, she could practically hear the way his face puckered at Leo’s claim. “I don’t know who that is, but I don’t think it was a compliment.”

“It wasn’t,” Piper confirmed on an exhausted mumble, hiding her face away again. “I hate Pluto. And Goofy.”

“Yeah, yeah, you can tell Superman all about the injustices of the anthropomorphized world of Mickey Mouse and friends later,” Leo told her. “Right now you have to eat this.”

She whined, but let Leo roll her over onto her back and force feed her a spoonful of pudding. Instantly, the flavor of ramen noodles flooded her mouth and her face twisted up in displeasure. “Gross. What did you just make me eat?”

“Well, it’s Ambrosia, so you’re the one in charge of the flavor, not me,” Leo defended. He pressed the back of his wrist to her forehead and frowned. “Geeze, Beauty Queen, you’ve still got a nasty fever. No wonder you mistook Jason for a yellow cartoon dog.”

“She did not! That was you!”

“Literally whatever,” Leo dismissed. He sat down on the floor next to her bed so they were practically nose-to-nose, and he frowned at her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling bad earlier?”

“You shouldn’t be here,” Piper warned, ignoring the question. “You’re gonna get sick yourself. Both of you.”

Leo made an incorrect buzzer sound at her, but thankfully it was a lot quieter than the obnoxious noise they normally did. “Try again. I literally can’t catch whatever you have. Unlike you squishy organics, I’m too hot for germs and shit.”

“Well, what about Jason?”

“I had Coach make some immune-boosting Nature Healing stuff, so I’m good,” Jason said. His nose wrinkled. “It’s still gross, in case you were wondering.”

Piper chuckled, but quickly ran out of breath, so she quieted down. Then she frowned again. “Wait, I thought you two were getting ice cream. What are you doing here?”

“We were down there for maybe fifteen minutes before Leo spilled about you acting weird earlier,” Jason told her. “It sounded pretty bad, and we were worried, so we came back and checked on you.”

Piper grimaced. “You didn’t have to do that. Sorry.”

“Well, I’m glad we did it,” Leo frowned. “Piper, you looked… bad. Why didn’t you say something? You were, like, sick-sick. I’m talking full-on unresponsive, we’ve been giving you Nectar on and off for the past hour kind of sick.”

She shrugged and let her eyes slide shut. Their conversation hadn’t been long, but it was exhausting. She kinda just wanted to go back to sleep. “You were busy. I didn’t want to bother you.”

A heavy silence fell over her little cabin, and she felt like she’d said the wrong thing. She squeezed her eyes shut and took in a deep breath through her nose, determined to deal with whatever they said next with at least what little dignity she had left.

Then, a set of calloused fingers combed through her bangs, gently brushing them away from her forehead. “You’re not a bother, Piper,” Leo said softly. “You’re never gonna be a bother. Not to us. You and me, remember?”

Don’t cry, Piper told herself firmly as she squeezed her eyes shut tighter. She didn’t normally have a problem with any over-emotional bawling sessions she deemed necessary, but they usually left her feeling dehydrated and a little light-headed, which was the opposite of what she probably needed right now. Instead of crying, she grabbed Leo’s wrist and pressed her face into his palm and took in a deep, shuddering breath when he brushed his thumb over her cheekbone. “I’m tired.”

“Then sleep,” Jason ordered kindly. “We’ll be here when you wake up.”

“I’ll get you something to eat, too,” Leo added. “Maybe something better than shitty instant ramen, yeah?”

She sniffled, but she couldn’t help but smile. “Promise?”

She kept her eyes shut, but she could hear their answering smiles. “Promise.”

#my writing #lost trio #pjo fanfic

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