#drousy

[trashworldblog]

casually talked about my disability with my professor and casually tried not to cry talking about the struggles of this semester

[ddosq]

Watching Butcher in S1, esp when he was assembling the team, my mind: (He's such a slut the way he approaches them and persuade everyone)

To add: A very nasty one too consider how he manipulated them.

[potatobugxo]

Ahh!! I loved the gender neutral Angel dust x reader where hes helping them chill after a long day! If its not too much trouble can you do one where gender neutral reader is comforting him after a val related nightmare?

yes ofc! <3 im so happy you liked the last one eeee

warnings: no specific mentions of sexual violence but it is implied, angel has a mental breakdown

🕷️🩷comforting angel after a nightmare🩷🕷️

angel inhales so sharply it jolts you awake. your eyes dart to the left where your boyfriend was sleeping, now sat completely upright and clutching the blanket draped over the both of you with a painfully balled fist. his fluffy white hair was in disarray and his eyes were as wide as could be. "angel, angel what's wrong?" you hurriedly sat up, still drousy from having been awoken. as you place a gentle hand on angel's shoulder, his erratic breathing slows, and the next thing you know four arms are engulfing you as angel dust buries his face into your shoulder. "i had another one..." he whimpers, and your hands instinctively rise to rest upon his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles on the loose t-shirt he wore. you knew immediately what he meant by "another one". there was only one nightmare that would reduce angel to a sobbing mess. "it's okay, it's alright," you whisper to him in a soothing tone. "he can't hurt you here, you're okay, you're safe..." angel starts to gutturally sob, tears staining your skin and your own pajamas but you don't care. you hold him close to you, embrace as gentle as can be as he leans his full body weight into you, clawing at the back of your shirt with his long fingers. "e-even when im sleeping, i-i cant, i cant get away from it," angel's words are stuttered and slurred, barely able to muster a sentence as he cries. you cant even respond to his statement, tears forming in your own eyes as you hug your boyfriend tighter.

"i'm so sorry," you utter. "but you're safe now, he can't get you here..." "i-i'm sorry," angel pulls away for a moment, thick beads of tears pooling in his eyes, staining the white fur of his cheeks. your hands cup the sides of his face and he leans into your touch, sniffling. "you don't have to be, love," you reassure him, resting your forehead against his and he hugs you again. you sit with him as he sobs until he finally calms down, sinking into your embrace as you lean back into the pillows, stroking his hair softly. your shirt is drenched in tears yet you couldn't care less.

[zippidi-dooda]

"Charlie, hello again!" You smiled, hanging your stethoscope around your neck.

The man in question walked over to you, holding a small bundle in his arms.

"What seems to be the issue this time?"

Chuckling, he grabbed your arm and led you towards your office, "nothin' too major, I don't think. But you'll probably want to keep the door closed for the other patients."

Concerned, you frowned and allowed him to close the door behind you, going over to the sink to thoroughly wash your hands.

"Place 'em on the bed there and tell me what's been going on."

"Well, ya see, I found this gal on my way to ...."

You listened to Charlie explain the situation, pulling on a pair of latex gloves and grabbing your usual tools for the job.

You weren't sure what he'd brought in this time or what ailment you'd have to treat, but you believed you had been accustomed enough to his spread of injuries and illnesses you'd be able treat this one no problem.

"Alright, let's see what's up with you old girl." You lifted the heat resistant blanket from the bundle that had been placed on the bed.

And then, laying in the fluffy heap, your eyes locked onto the golden eyes of a scaley, iguana sized creature huffing before you.

"Charlie," you mustered out, voice low and cool, "why am I looking at a dragon?"

"Well, hopefully to help her out. Now, her breed is normally prone to blowing plumes of fire so we should go carefully about this, but she hasn't exactly been too energetic since I found her. She is-"

You looked at him, raising a hand, "That's not what I mean, Charlie. Why did you bring her here? I know I've helped you out many times before but I've never handled a dragon before! What happened to the reserve's doctor?"

He breathed out a laugh, running a hand through his curly red locks. "She's been out and no one's been able to reach her. Look, you know I'd have checked in with her first if I could've. I care deeply about these guys, I'm not careless."

You pinched the bridge of your nose. "I'm aware of that. But there wasn't anyone else you could've went to? Someone more qualified and experienced to handle her?"

"You were the first person I thought of. She has a high fever, there's swells along her snout, and her wing's out of sorts. I was able to splint it but I think we'd both feel more at ease if you took a look at her. Please, Y/N, there has to be something you can do."

You couldn't help sighing at his plea, freckled face curled into a hopeful pout.

"Step back, Weasley," you raised the heart of the stethoscope, "I'll see what I can do."

You did your usual checkup and routine care for the small thing, getting down to the root of the problem, and soon enough the poor baby was fast asleep.

You cleaned up, tossing out your gloves, and gave the rundown to Charlie.

"Her wing fracture had been infected, which explains the fever and why you found her so drousy. I'm not sure how long she's been like this, but everything is stable now."

You jotted down in your clipboard.

"You did good with the splint, I dont expect there to be any complications with her wing development. Just keep it on her for a while and have her take some of this alongside her meals, okay," you handed him a prescription. "Oh, and make sure you check in with her regular doctor as soon as you get the chance."

Charlie grinned, kneeling next to the bed. With a finger, he stroked the dragon's head softly eliciting a rumbly purr from her chest.

"She's already looking better. You're a natural at this, Y/N!"

"Please, Charlie, don't surprise me like this again." You frowned.

He reached out to you, pulling you down to his side. "Ehe, don't know if I can do that."

"Charlie."

"But, I will work on having another specialist called to work with us down at the reserve. In case something like this happens again. I honestly don't know where the old nurse went ...."

You watched the small puffs of smoke float from the dragon's nostrils as she snored.

"I'm just glad I was able to do something."

"Well, you did take a bloody long time to get started."

You glared from the corner of your eye.

He laughed, draping an arm around your shoulder, drawing you close. "I'm kidding! Sorta. You did great, doll. Say ... you ever think about working with me at the reserve? We were just about looking to take in more pretty vets like you to help out."

You rubbed your temple. "Oh my lord."

He took your chin to look at you. "I'm serious."

"L/N, we have that appointment waiting for you at ... oh, my. I'll just ... tell them you'll be a minute."

[doubletaileddoubletrouble]

Tails? What are you doing here…?

-Sage

"Huh..?" The fox was still quite drousy, forcing himself up and looking around.

"Oh. Uhm... long story... 'Don really understand it myself" he's had a long day.

[the-entitie]

COD Men x K-9 Unit reader (WIP)

《《 Part 1 | Part 2

Reader works with a K-9 unit, and his partner is called Mutt, who is a mix breed of Alaskan Akita and Doberman(Mutt is also a service dog as reader has paranoia and C-PTSD). Readers call sign is Riot. The 141 boys needed help tracing a terrorist and John called in some favors to bring Riot and Mutt into the field. He helped the Los Vaqueros as well.

After the mission back at base, reader interacts with the men, and they end up interacting with reader.

Reader is referred to as you or Riot.

Mentions of panic attacks, anxiety attacks, C-PTSD, war, and / or war related violence. Unhealthy coping mechanisms, past trauma. Death of a family member. Torture, scars, and flashbacks.

Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra (657 words)

-Growing up alone, with only his mother. He adored the way you worked with Mutt. Sure, seeing the hulking mass of pure muscle and fur that was your partner is its own kind of scar, but he still adores how smooth you two are when out on a mission. -That fear is cemented when you suddenly whistle sharp and turn almost slaminginto him. Only for a hostile to drop under your hound who tackled them. Holding the enemy soldier down with snarls and jaw snapping in an obvious threat. He leans the cues you give that insight a violent recation, just a show or an actaul attack. All so he can predict the behavior. Not liking the scar. -The way you and Mutt act outside of the field had confused him. Why the hound was still so focused on you, why were you so reliant on Mutt. It's only the years he spent in hostile land that gives him a clue. You survived something. Mutt helps deal with the leftover pain it caused. -Rudy only sees that pain later, finding you down on the floor with Mutt desprerate to get you calm. He's seen how Alejandro deals with this kind of thing, but he didn't want to leave you here. Just to wallow in the panic. Making sure you heard him approach, to mutter. "What's, Oh, mierda. Hey. Hey, Riot?" He'll kneel down beside you when he knows you've noticed him. Making sure to keep his voice calm and quiet. "What, come on, que puedo. How can I help you?" "Talk. Please, just. I can't be in my own head right now. Talk to me. háblame. [Talk to me]" "Ok, ok. Did I. Or have you ever heard how Ale and me met?" "No- no. I don't thin-nk?" "Silencio ahora [quiet now], I'll talk. We met..." -You start seeking him out and learns Mutts call for him. He sees how much that takes out of you and when your drousy and half passed out? That's when you start talking to Mutt. Growling, yips, whines, and just going back and forth with each other. -Its the times he growls back at you, that you snap awake. He'll laugh it off, but after he sees how much fun it is for both of you? He'll growl at you just to tease you or walk up behind you just to growl a breath away from you. He loves it, sees you jump only to recognize it as him, them chase him down across the base. Even in the field, you also play along. On the days when it's quiet and you two need to hunker down for a sand storm. It becomes a norm of you scaring him so bad, he'll jump a foot in the air. -Rudy will start ruff housing with you as well. Even helping Mutt shove you around when you both get the free time to be home. It started small, little shoves and shoulder checks escalating to wrestling. He still growls at you. Hell, he even laughs at you and Mutt, yapping at each other when the two of you ruff house. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, he enjoys the quiet, too. Not nearly as much as the adrenaline of chasing you or you chasing him down, but it's still comfort. -The darker nights for you, the flashbacks, the way Mutt will help with it, he learns it. He slowly starts to ask, saying. "You can tell me fuck off Roit, but. Quiero saber como ayudar [I want to help you]. I need the story to do that." "Ok, well. It ain't una bonita historia [a pretty story], but you asked so nicely so. Yeah. I'll tell you," -After that, he becomes as much of a guard dog as Mutt is for you. Rudy will become the caregiver his mother raised him to be. What he became for her.

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick: (742 words)

-His first impressions of you and Mutt were nothing to write home about. You were sent in to help get him out of the hostile area after he was surrounded on a search and rescue effort. He was warned beforehand sure, but nothing will ever prepare him for when you came bursting in with a bloodied hound and a flustered Soap on your tail. Following you out as Mutt killed as many men as Soap shot. To Say it took him a minute to comprehend the level of 'fuck all of that' would be an under statement. He came around to Mutt, but it took a while. -You took him with you to the training grounds. After how shocked he was to see you and your K-9 partner, you asked if he wanted to learn how you both worked. If that could make him feel safer around Mutt. And yes. Maybe just maybe you showed off more than you explained, but you did explain how most of your commands were mixed words from several languages. "Wait, so they'll just drop?" "It's called recall training, so sort of." "Recall? Like controlling how far they go?" "Yip, watch." The whole having perfect control over Mutt took Gaz a bit to accept but watching the hound bolt down a fucking run way before you whistle sharp and Mutt suddenly skids to a stop, and then continue at that break neck pace only to come right back to you at a single call. -Gaz, seeing both of you still moving so fluidly outside of the field just felt like a side effect of working together so long. He doesn't think about the layers of scar tissue over your throat. He doesn't care that you disappear every now and gain. Why would he? Is what he wanted to think until the late nights spent on quiet runs through old hostile infested land. When you start talking him through the pain, ebbing from the through and through bullet hole. Holding down on the slow pump of blood, asking him stupid dad jokes. Hoping the mere spite of saying what cap. Price would is keeping him awake. "It'll be fine... just" "How does dark Vader like his toast?" "No. Roit. Please stop." Gaz begs with a breathless chuckle. "~on the dark side~" Full on laughing now, he half snorts. "I said stop!" -He almost chalks the echoing howl that bounced back and forth as a hallucination from blood loss, but considering that the team found you both as quickly as they did? It can't be. Gaz corners you when you both have nowhere to be and are off duty. It's almost embarrassing to sit down and explain that yes, you howled to Mutt, and yes, that's how you find you K-9 amist all that open land. Now Gaz will ask what else you can copy because damn was that awesome to hear. -Becoming more and more comfortable around each other, he gets to hear you howl more often. Even being there when Mutt first tackled you only to growl. It turned into ruff housing quick, both you and your hound growling back and forth. So, who cares that he also likes wrestling with you. He doesn't, and he sure as hell doesn't tell you how stupidly cute it is that you growl at him when he even gets the upper hand. Never will he let you know how fucken adorable he finds you and Mutt. -Gaz owes his life to you. If not, when he was shot , then definitely when Mutt would have his back as you had to crack down a lock. He's not at all as scared as before, he adores how the hound you work with. He enjoys the dumb sad jokes you two shoot off back and forth, over global coms just to annoy Price. But he loves, likes the way you sound exactly like Mutt. Yes, he will go 'grr' at you sometimes, but the sounds of you and Mutt trying to locate each other over the dark field will always be his favorite. Means, you're still alive. It means he can still fight to pay you back later. Not right now, but when that day comes, he won't be the one to let you die. And don't you dare force him to be a fucking lier.

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[tonberry-yoda]

Cuddling with Wesker Headcanons

notes - I just did the one with Leon and now I feel like I have to do Wesker. LISTEN, I still don't know a lot about the man, but I know a bit and I'm gonna play re5 soon. This may not be the most in character Wesker, but I want to cuddle him, so that's what he gets for being in my brain lolol

b-broad shoulders (*drools cutely*)

this man will hold you in his arms and never let go

i feel like he doesnt care for spooning, but instead wants you cuddled on his chest

yeah that feels right

and like, he'll give you little forehead kisses when you're sleeping

will his admit this to any of you in the morning???

no

tee hee

run your fingers softly over his face and neck and down his chest to his abs and he belongs to you now

that's just how things work

call him pretty names while cupping his face

he'll act like he hates it, but come on

he needs you for warmth

he is shivering at night and will just press you against you and use you as a blanket LMFAO

ever night before you two fall asleep in each other's arms, he will always tell you something about how pretty you are with a drousy voice before dozing off

you dont care if he says it through a yawn, it means the world to you

play with his hair because it's already fallen out and messy before you two go to sleep, so playing with it more just makes him smile a bit and always helps him sleep faster

i feel like he has a problem with sleep unless you're there, so make this man pass out, it's one of your best qualities <3

he will always be gone when you wake up, but he won't stop thinking about cuddling you lol, you just have that effect <3

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[randofics]

I really love the way you write your transformer fics. Can you please write one when reader is on her period if you don't mind 🙏🏽

Of course honey! And thanks! Wasn't sure who you wanted, so I just decided on Smokescreen cause he seems like he'd be very helpful with everything. Also, it's a few days after you asked, and I just got my period, too, so I guess you asked at the perfect time. We both need some extra support while we go through this crap.

Closer to the end, the whole atmosphere changes, and you can really tell where my mood swings due to crazy hormones. I was in pretty strong pain then stopped writing for an hour, and when I started again, I was just really... well, yall know what I mean. 🤪🤣

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You woke up early due to severe cramps, and after a quick trip to the bathroom and one to the kitchen to take pain medication, you went straight back to bed. Luckily, the meds kicked in pretty quickly, and you slept another few hours.

When Smokescreen pulled into your driveway and you didn't come out for several minutes, he started to get worried. You almost always immediately came out when he pulled up, and even when you didn't, it wasn't that long before you did come walking out. He called your phone, and it rang for a moment before you finally picked up.

Your voice was drousy and weak sounding when you spoke. "Smoke? What are you doing calling me?"

"I'm in your driveway, and you didn't come out, so I decided to call you. Are you ok? Cause you sound terrible."

"Oh, sorry, I was out like a light and didn't hear you. And I'm ok. I'll just stay home today." You most definitely didn't sound ok, and he couldn't just leave you here by yourself when you weren't feeling well. Maybe if he could get you back to base Mrs. Darby could check you out.

With his processor made up, he told you he was coming in to get you. Using his holoform, he got the spare key from under the flowerpot on the porch and opened your door. Walking inside, he navigated his way to your room. Your door was open, and he heard shuffling inside.

He peaked around the doorframe, scanning the room for you. You were curled into a ball on your bed, and the phone was still in your hand. When he walked in, you looked up at him sleepily, a frown on your face. "You look like you were attacked by a swarm of scraplets."

"Feels like one's chewing up my insides." Your grim visuals would've made any autobot queasy. He made a face of disgust and unease with your own expression not changing. "I need to take another pill. Can you carry me to the kitchen?" He nods and moves to the edge of your bed, picking you up bridal style. You hooked your arms around his neck as he carried you out of the room.

You hadn't seen his holoform very often. He almost never used it. But you couldn't lie about how attractive he was to you in either form. He looked like a typical circut driver, slim but relatively well built, and now you knew he was strong enough in this form to carry you like this.

If you were feeling better, you would probably be a blushing mess, but right now, it was just great to feel "human" contact. He set you on your feet close to the cabinet you pointed to, and when you struggled to reach the ibuprofen with the pain keeping you from moving much, he stood behind you with a hand on the counter and reached up easily grabbing it. "Do you mind pouring me some juice? The cups are in that cabinet over there."

As you leaned on the counter, he poured you some juice and watched you pop a pill swallowing it down with a sip of the drink. "Ok, I'll need to use the bathroom before we leave." You started to walk on your own, but he stopped you swooping you up again and taking you back down the hall to your bathroom. "You need to wait out here, ok? I'll just be a minute."

Patiently, he waited for you, and when you came out, he scooped you up again. "You need anything else before we leave?"

"My purse and my ibuprofen bottle." He nodded. "I'll come back in and grab them for you." With that, he took you outside to his alt, setting you down in the passenger seat. You watched him run back in, and for a minute, he was gone.

He jogged back out, stopping to hide your spare key and to lock your door. He slid into the driver's seat, holding your purse out for you to take. You grabbed it with one hand, the other pulling him to you by his jaw so you could give him a peck on the cheek.

He was momentarily stunned at your sudden effection. You gave him as big a smile as you could muster, and before you could turn away, he swooped in kissing you. You were surprised but relaxed into him. After a few beats, you pulled away slowly, looking him in the eye. He cleared his throat awkwardly and put his hands on the wheel, flexing his fingers nervously. "That... that was nice."

He peals out of your driveway and gets onto the neighborhood street. "If I weren't feeling so bad, I'd want to keep whatever that was going." You leaned over the center console on your elbow, giving him a look that had him hitting the breaks.

He looked at you clearly frazzled and blushing hard. "You... we can't... I mean, I... ugh, you can't just go saying stuff like that!" His hands drug across his face before he shook his head to clear it. "I really need to get you to Ms. Darby, you aren't acting right. We can talk about this later, so just get comfortable and get some rest."

The ibuprofen was finally helping a lot with the pain, but your hormones were surging, and you suddenly wanted to jump his bones. You held back, though, at his promise to talk about it later. "How about we go for a ride when I'm better?"

The way you said that had his engine sputtering for a moment, and he looked back at you grinning at him like the Cheshire cat. He was blushing harder if it was even possible. "Just take a nap, please. I know you need it."

"I will right after you answer a question." He let out a sigh. "What's your question?"

"Would you rather do it in the front seat or on your hood?"

"OH MY GOD, YOU'RE GONNA GIVE ME A SPARK ATTACK!"

[atlasscrumpit]

Vampire Miguel x Reader

(yandere themes)

It was only supposed to be a quick feed, he was famished.

But, when a drop of your blood hit his tongue he knew he could never go back to anyone else.

He had you pinned against a wall and listened to your sweet cries.

He pulled away a little and looked into your red eyes.

"Shh, shh sweet girl. It's okay, I'm not going to kill you." He whispered as he kissed along your neck softly.

"No more cries my sweet pet." He whispered before he kissed your lips softly.

"I'm scared." You whispered sobbing in fear as he wiped away your tears.

"Shh, puppy. I know you're afraid but you don't need to be. Look at you, so beautiful, your blood is so smooth and sweet... I can't give that up." He whispered as he smiled at you.

He could see you were frozen in terror.

"Come on, my darling. I need to get you home." He replied before he picked you up in his arms.

You went to hurt him but he quickly looked into your eyes.

"Sleep, my dear pet." He whispered as your mind clouded over and you slowly fell unconscious.

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Miguel smiled while he tucked you into his bed.

"You're so lucky I found you, sweetheart." He whispered as you groaned and opened your eyes, feeling drousy.

"Where am I? Why am I in pain?" You muttered as he smiled gently and ran his hand through your hair.

"Shh, my sweet girl. The pain will go soon, you're safe." He said as you finally saw his face.

You tried to move and run away but your body was far too weak.

Miguel placed his hand on your chest and you felt yourself involuntarily calming down.

"Easy, I don't want you to hurt yourself. Just relax and I'll take care of everything." He said as you began to softly cry.

"What have you done to me? What... Who the hell are you?" You growled, trying to even lift your head, but it was no use.

"Well, I was going to just kill you. But, I tasted your blood and it was like nothing I'd ever had. I couldn't let you go after that." He replied, only making you even more confused.

"My blood?" You questioned as he chuckled softly.

"You're such an sweet innocent girl. I feed off blood, sweetheart and I was going to completely drain you and leave you for dead... But as soon as your sweet blood hit my tongue I knew I would never let you go." He said while he ran his finger over the side of your neck where the wound was.

You began to cry more as he looked at you sadly.

"Oh, love. Please don't cry, the only time I'll ever hurt you is when I need to feed, but other than that I'll be taking good care of you and making sure you're absolutely spoilt." He said as you tried to push him away from you.

"You're sick, get away." You growled weakly as he chuckled.

"Well, darling. Here's the thing. Either you do what I say and behave and all of this could be quite pleasurable... Or you keep fighting me and I make your life here feel like fucking hell." His voice lowered as he stared into your eyes, making you shiver softly.

"I'm just scared." You whispered as he reached up and wiped away your tears.

"I know, my sweet pet. But, I promise you I won't do anything to harm you... Other than biting your neck but that can be quite pleasurable sometimes." He said as you looked up at him.

"A-Are you... Will you rape me?" You asked in a small whisper as he looked at you sadly.

"No, of course not, my sweet girl. Humans are filthy animals... I swear to you, you will never need to worry about that again." He whispered in reply as you nodded a little.

You began to cry again, but Miguel knew you were just overwhelmed.

"Just let it out, love. You're doing so good for me."

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It had only been four days since Miguel had taken you.

It honestly wasn't as bad as you'd expected, he let you roam around his large apartment and you could have anything you asked for.

He came home late one night looking exhausted.

"Y/N? Sweetheart, I need to talk to you." He called out weakly as you woke up and came out of your room.

"Miguel?" You questioned as he sighed in relief.

He sat on the couch and looked at you.

"I can't wait any longer, sweetheart. If I do I might lose control and hurt you. I just need you to do as I say and you'll be fine, okay?" He said as he patted his lap and kept his eyes on you.

You walked over to him and straddled his waist, he could tell you were nervous.

His placed one hand on your thigh and the other on your cheek.

"You'll be okay, I'm right here and I won't go too far." He said weakly as you nodded.

He brought you closer to him and tangled his hand into your hair and gently tilted your head to the side.

"That's it, relax for me." He whispered as you did your best to relax your body.

He pressed his lips to your neck and revelled in your scent before opening his mouth and sinking his fangs deep into your neck, making you gasp softly.

You gripped onto his shoulders and did your best to relax. But, he was somewhat right, it was starting to feel good.

His grip on your thigh, his hand playing with your hair and the softly sounds of satisfaction he was making all made you feel better about this situation, he made something so scary feel safe.

After a little while he pulled away and hummed in satisfaction.

"Good girl, absolutely perfect." He whispered, not sounding as weak anymore.

But, now you felt weak instead of him.

You rested against his chest, making him chuckle softly.

"Let's get you into bed, my love."

[princess-of-the-corner]

Say, remember that "Chloe sent back from the Chat Blanc timeline, Sass is kinda comatose Y& Chloe is getting snake traits" Fic idea?

Had a thought >:3c

Chloe is essentially permanently transformed.

She can't use Second Chance (This is her Second Chance) because Sass is not present, they are back in the Miracle Box comatose until post Chat Blanc era.

(Though maybe able to talk with Chloe, but still very drousy.)

So, she is just an enhanced human with very good instincts for dodging. But due to the perma-state she is getting the "Inherited traits" thing way faster & more, especially due to their bond.

This adds another layer of "Cryptid Chloe" to the whole affair.

Off the cuff is that she needs to be a lot more careful with her physical abilities which also means she comes off as more closed off than even before (Cue added touch starvation)

But also, when she goes into hero mode she is just switching from one Quantum Mask to another. What this means though is when she's done hero-ing, she is switching masks again.

IE she is not turning off her transformation she is trying to put on a different 'mask' and unless she gets it perfect, people don't recognize her by default.

Most students just mentally go "Blonde, near Sabrina, must be Chloe, did she do something with her make up maybe?" Though the longer it goes on the more some who interact with her a lot may notice.

But Sabrina, who interacts with Chloe most is getting it full force.

As in, "I did not recognize my friend sitting next to me until she told me it was her, also she has fangs and her eyes are wrong and she can rasp like a snake and oh god what is she!?"

Everyone else is living a super hero setting, Juleka & Rose are observing a supernatural fae transformation 'thing', Chloe's on a time travel redemption avert the apocalypse narrative & Sabrina's dealing with cryptid corruption body horror.

God poor Sabrina here she's so confused

[stvp1dbl00dslvt]

☆ Christmas Eve Leon x Male Reader

TW: none

⚠️: cute shi

Short: You and your boyfriend Leon go out Christmas shopping, come home and chillax or something idk

24th Of December 2006, Christmas Eve.. the time of year where couples and families come together to spend the holidays in gratitude.

This year was different, it was your first Christmas with your boyfriend Leon. He wasn't necessarily the biggest Christmas lover but he still enjoyed the occasion, especially now that he gets to spend it with you..

You both had plans to go out Christmas Shopping, buying just some snacks and a few DVDs to watch through out the night together

Holding hands, you both walk into your first shop shortly before he picks out some little raspberry liquorice pack, smiling like a loon over some small gummy type lollies. You on the other hand grabbing a bag of sweet chilli chips, "Happy?" He asks, smiling at you.. but really he was smiling because of the tiny pieces of flavoured liquorice, "Yep, sweet chilli is like the best flavour.. Honey Soy Chicken making a strong 2nd" you debate with him laughing at you, immersed in the few different selections of wine dating back to the 40's in a locked glass cabinet. "Shit," you look in suprise "those must be expensive." You chuckle, "But imagine the taste, the term 'aging like fine wine' is true yknow?" He smiles at you, "Careful, might have to spend the money for another Christmas gift" you chat back..

You both managed to get back home, snacks n movies in hand, you were on snack duty as he was to pick which movie to watch first.. debating between the classics 'Elf' and 'The Polar Express', obviously sticking with The Polar Express.

About half n hour later and your cuddled up with your boyfriend on the couch, eating chips n liquorice together watching a Christmas Movie and slowly getting more drousy.. "Best Christmas ever" you mumble, your eyes getting a bit heavier.

[grugruel]

An Affair to Remember

Pairing: Collegue!Bucky x f!Reader

Masterlist

Summary: You've worked with Bucky for quite some time now, from his first greeting and charming smile your affection for him bloomed. Although you kept your crush a secret, you couldnt help but very subtly flirt with him. He's much older, and well.. happily married. Which you wouldnt ever want to ruin, but theres no risk of that ever happening since he would never want you anyway.. right?

Warnings: Age-gap (reader over 20), adultry, slight smut (more to come), jealousy. Let me know what I missed!

Word count: ±4k

AN: Hello! Its my first time writing EVER. Its also my first time really postning anything on tumblr, so go easy on me. But if you do have any notes to make my writing better please let me know! :)

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My phone rang disturbingly loud, waking me in a startle. I jolted out of bed and franaticly searched for the source of the sound, laying concealed somewhere in my sheets. I became increasingly annoyed the more times the signal repeated itself, but it stopped soon after. Making the phone harder to find and me more agitated.

I eventually found it, noticing several missed calls from Hannah my bestfriend and collegue. Still drousy, I could't bother to call her back so I splayed out on the bed and waited for her to call me again. The rain tapping on my window had me drifting off to sleep, but just then the phone rung.

Disturbed from my sleep yet again, I answered the call asuming it would be her 'God its like 5 in the morning, why the fuck are you calling me?'

'Calm down now girl, by that reaction I presume I woke you up.' The voice on the other end chuckled.

I quirked my brow, last I checked Hannah was not a man, she was usually this sassy however. I looked at the number, not recognizing it and answered with a weary sigh 'Uhm, yes actually. Who is this again?'

'Dont you recognice my voice?' He laughed, 'It's Bucky' and just like that my morning was fixed in the flash of a second. I have been crushing on my married collegue for months at this point and I was fully aware how immoral it was.

Bucky continued 'I talked to Hannah this morning and she said you hadn't been answearing your phone and probably overslept, so I thought I'd give it a try myself.'

Overslept? I looked at the clock on my phone, the tiny letters appearing blurred by my tired eyes, I made them out to be 9:15. My face dropped as, 'Holy shit, I fucking overslept!' I exclamied and he laughed again, 'Yeah, not by a small margin either. We have that meeting today aswell, starting in 15, remember?'

I stumbled around my bedroom, phone in hand searching for aproppriate work clothes. 'I totally forgot' I chuckled, grabbig a tight white tee, a pair of bootcut jeans and struggled to get them on. One of my nails got stuck on a seam in the jeans, making the nail rip. I involuntarily let out a pained whine 'oh, fuck me!' not thinking to much of it and with no time to spare I just got my jeans on and headed for the bathroom to do my makeup.

'Hannah was the one supposed to pick me up' I sighed, 'Buck, you dont suppose you could be a gentleman and pick me up?' I asked sheepishly, 'Im sure I'll find a way to repay you' I said, mostly joking.

There was no answer on the other end, 'Buck, you there?' I asked, but still nothing. I thought I could hear breathing but chucked it up to a bad signal, 'Bucky?'.

Finally there was noise, Bucky cleared his throat and a strained voice came through 'Mmh right, I already told Hannah to go ahead and join the meeting and I'd come pick you up instead, I'll be there in about 15 minutes. If thats alright with you of course.'

'Yes. That'd be great! See you soon' I said and he hung up. I finished my makeup, put some of my best perfume on considering I'd be in close quarters with Bucky. I grabbed my bag, headphones and other necessities, put on my black plateu boots and looked out through my window. The rain was still pouring so I grabbed my black leather jacket and an umbrella aswell.

I checked to clock, 9:25. I had 5 minutes, I gave my appearance a quick once over before heading out. I looked really good, I thought. Maybe even good enough to seduce a married man thats twice my age.

About 15 minutes later Bucky pulled up in a sleek black car, I stood there with my umbrella splayed out over me, shivering.

He stepped out and opened the door for me, giving me an apologetic look. Which gave me a slight giddy feeling, because I imagined it ment that he cared for me. But it could've been because of his very appealing disheveld appearance too.

Either way, late or not. I didn't care much since I was already very late for work and beacause I was genuinley just glad to see him. I folded my umbrella, shook it of and laid it in the car. I turned to Bucky, giving him a quick hug and since I was feeling confident, a small kiss on the cheek aswell.

It made him tense up and I worried that I had crossed a line, but it was to late either way. The rained dribbled down on us, wetting our hair and leaving water stains on our shoulders. I put my hand on his bicep and looked up at him through my lashes, smiling sweetly 'Thank you for picking me up' I said, tilting my head 'but what took you so long though?'

'Nothing you need to worry about' he replied, raising his hand to brush a piece of wet hair from my face, then continued 'And sorry about this darling, it might be I that has to repay you.' he smirked, and gestured to my wet and shivering state.

I got into the car and let my imagination run free for a bit, thinking about what I hoped him "repaying" me could've ment, but I was torn out of my delusion by the sound of the car door closing on the other side. He lit the ignition and turned the heat up, then drove off.

He laid his hand on my thigh, rubbing it up and down in an effort to warm me up. His hand stilled and squeezed my knee, 'I missed you this morning you know.' he smiled.

I was to stunned to speak, beacuse we'd never never really touched eachother before. Partly out of respect for eachothers personal space, but mostly beacuse of his wife. Something had changed in us this morning, and im not sure why.

I laid my hand over his and glanced at him quickly with a shy smile. The scent of the car, along with my perfume, his cologne and the smell of our wet clothes made this moment feel like a piece of litterature. I turned my gace towards the wet roads and passing trees, enjoying this moment together.

Your reaction made him smile, all wet and pretty, acting innocent with thos big eyes and plush lips. Oh how he wished he never married.

We had settled into a comfortable silence, but my curiostiy eventually got the better of me. 'So? Im still wondering, how come it took you so long to get me?'.

He cleared his throat, 'I just, you know-' he couldn't figure out a belivable answer so he opted for a diversion instead, 'I guess I just wanted to get here in one piece, to ensure that you got to work at some point today. Why did you oversleep anyway?' He emphazied, chuckling at his bad attempt at redirecting the conversation.

His chuckle made him seem pleased with himself. He had extremly bad humor, just like a dad. I thought and decided to joke with him, saying it out loud.

It made him slightly uncomfortable at first, he let go of my knee and gripped the wheel nervously. I was afraid I had done something wrong, so I leaned closer and lightly rested my hand on his forearm 'Did I upset you Buck? Im so sorry if I did.'

'What?' He looked at her eyes, full of regret. 'Oh no darling, of course not! I was just thinking about a proper answer.' He said asuringly, 'its just that the wife and I haven't had much luck in that department'.

'No luck in the becoming a dad part or the having sex one?' I asked bluntly, my reflexes covered my mouth with my hand.

I have no idea what came over me. I immedietly regretted the question but since it was already done, I decided to play it cool and act innocent. He looked at me dumbfounded, seemingly as surprised by my bluntness as I was.

We locked eyes for a moment and I tilted my head to the side as if it was the most normal question in the world.

He couldnt help but chuckle, he would never have gussed youd ask something like that. But he answered all the same 'The latter, I suppose' he said shaking his head, barely beliving that he even answered the question.

I felt a bit bad for him, I would never derive him of sex. Since I already was in deep water and feeling as though I couldn't make it any worse. I decided to roll with my newfound bluntness.

'So.. youre sure It has nothing to do with your recently prolonged car rides, flushed cheecks, messy hair, wrinkled and half tucked shirt?' I bit my lip, waiting for his reaction.

He didnt know what to answer, he looked at you wondering if he should tell you off like a child for suggesting such things or if he should tell you the truth. That he'd been desperate for a change in his marrige and hadn't stopped thinking about you for the past weeks, that you were the only object of his desire. That when he slept with his wife he imagined you in her place, laying under him, on top of him, stading on your knees infront of him or bent over the nearest surfice. That he stopped sleeping with his wife beacuse she just didnt do it for him anymore.

Or that he didn't want to tell you that when he hung up your call this morning, he had driven to a secluded parking spot and jacked of while thinking of the whine he heard you make over the phone.

He decided to dismiss your question because he still loved his wife after all and didnt want to ruin their marrige. But at the very same time a part of him still hoped you'd thought of him the way he had thought of you.

'Im sure I dont know what you mean' was all he could say, giving you a quick look and a smirk.

I didnt want to push my luck any further, so I decided to accept his answer and let the subject rest. We continued the rest of of the ride in silence, enjoying the sound of the rain smattering on the roof.

10 minutes later we arrived to work and Bucky opened to door for me again. He took my hand and helped me out, locked the car and we hurried our way inside the building to avoid getting even more wet. The lobby was empty since everyone was presumably already in the meeting, which we had hoped to make it in time for at least half of it.

Bucky laid his hand on the small of your back as the two of you walked to the elevator, he felt it was a justified action since you were in a hurry. But as you were waiting for the elevator to arrive, his hand lingered for a moment longer than what propriety called for. He looked at you, searching for your gaze and hoping to find any sign of mutual affection.

I looked up at him and the amount of butterflies I got was indescribable, his eyes met mine. The eyecontact accompanied by his touch, his cologne and his closeness made my knees go weak. I took a step closer to him closer to him and he started massaging circles into my back with his thumb and you hummed appreciatively in response.

That was all the confirmstion he needed.

The elevator dinged and the doors opened, we stepped inside. He lets go of my back for a second to push the button to our floor and waits for the doors to close before he places the hand even lower on my back, right at the curve of my ass. I leaned against him, grabbing a fist of his jacket and gaze up at him with big doe eyes and a truly, innocent expression this time.

He meets your eyes, the sight before him makes him absolutley ravenous. He squeezed your ass firmly with one hand and as you whined in response grabbed your throat lightly in the other. You looked mesmerized and the thought of you letting him be in controll this way made him stiffen up. He slid his hand to the back of your neck and traced his thumb along your jaw as he inched closer to your face.

His lips a mere ghost over mine, feeling his breath on my skin is the most erotic thing to ever happen to me. Barely a second away from a kiss, the elevator grinds to a halt three floors to early. Taking me completley by surpries, it caused my feet to become unsteady. Bucky grabbed my hips quickly, helping me find my footing as the elevators made that ding. He lets go of my hips and moves his hands up to my shoulders in the matter of a second, just as the doors open.

'Whoa there! A bit light on your feet huh?' Bucky says while laughing as three suit-clad men step inside. 'Hey Barnes, there you are! Good god, man. You look like you've been sailing!' The tall one says and they all laugh, including Bucky.

I was a bit annoyed by Buckys quick rejection of me but brushed it of as I understood his reasoning, he was married after all, and I didnt really want to be know as the adultress whore either.

The doors close again, 'Well its pouring out there Mr. Tanner, sir. Did we miss the meeting?' He asks the the tall man, who im just realising is our boss. 'No It actually went on longer than excpected, we took a quick brake and are headed back up there right now.'

Mr. Tanner looks back at me, raising his eyebrow 'And whos this drenched little thing?' He says and smiles at me, slightly appaled by his audacity, but he was lean and handsome and I didnt want to lose my job so I smile back. 'Im from your group sir, collegue to Mr. Barnes, sir. He gave me a ride to work.' I say as proffesionally I can muster and extend my hand for him to shake.

He takes it, bows down and kisses the back of it, letting his lips linger and glances up at me 'How good of him' the man says and gives Bucky a side eye, 'It's a pleasure, miss. I hope I'll be seeing more of you from now on.'

'Same goes you for Mr. Tanner, sir.' I say and glance at Bucky, who's face have fallen. Much to my pleasure, Bucky appears to be..? I cant distinguish it between jealousy or protectiveness. The elevator halts again, dinging and the doors slide open.

'I'll see you two in the meeting then' Mr. Tanner says with a nod. He then turns to me before walking out, 'make sure to stop by my office girl, sooner rather than later.' He winks at me. Bucky gives him a curt nod 'We'll be there in a minute sir.' He says, forcing a smile and the men walk out.

I look at Bucky, shrugging my shoulders as if what just happened were no big deal and seeing his furious gaze made giggle. I step out of the elevator with Bucky close on my heel. We were a few feet away from the door to the conference room when he side-steped me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me around the corner.

Bucky hade never felt jelousy so strong before, not even for his own wife. Yet he could kill that man for even slightly touching you. When you were out of sight, he forcefully pressed your back up against a wall and placed his hand next to your head, leaning over you. The look of pure innocent excitement on your face made him want to tear you apart.

I had never been with anyone in this way before, I had slept with boys my own age of course. But it couldnt compare, it felt nothing as exciting as this, I could almost feel the wetness pooling between my legs. Bucky inched closer again, determined not to let anything come in our way again, he closed the distance. Our lips met in a feverish frenzy and I completley melted into him, he wrapped his other arm around my back to help me stand upright and then pressed his body closer to mine. There were no distance left between us and I could feel his bulge pressing up against my thigh, I looped one leg around his hip making his bulge hit that sweet spot and I rocked my hips against him, making my jeans cause the perfect friction. He let out a breathy moan which was music to my ears, I could've come undone from the sound of his moan alone. I leaned my head back against the wall and grabbing a fistful of his hair, lightly pulling on it, making him whine inbetween his furious kisses.

Along your jaw and down your neck he kissed and ripped you shirt by the neckline to get better access to that sweet spot inbetween your throat and collarbone. You yelped in surprise which only spurred him on further, becoming even more agressive with it. He couldn't tell his own moans apart from yours at this point and it drove him mad.

Your bliss was interrupted when you heard a voice.

'Oh my god' The woman said, her jaw dropping to the floor. We stopped in our tracks, Bucky let go of me and turned away from her, breathing furiously. I look at the ground gathering myself before facing her. Ready for whatever consequences our actions would hand us, I smoothed my hair and clothes out, cleared my throat and turned towards the woman. I had not realised how tense my face had become until that moment, for when I saw who it was I immedietly relaxed 'Hannah, thank god its you.'

'Are you insane?!' She exclaimed in a hushed voice, 'What if it had been literally anyone other than me?' her jaw was still practically on the floor. I walked up to her while Bucky was still collecting himself, waiting for certain parts of him to calm down.

Altough still in shock, she seemed to be proud 'I really cant belive this, in the office too? You're bold girl.' She said, changing to a whisper 'Good for you honestly, you got him at last huh?' I looked at her nodded excitedly and bit my lip. My crush on Bucky was of course no news to her.

'We really need to get inside before our dissaperance raise any suspicions, but I want all the details later, ok?' she looked me inte the eyes, and I nodded yes. She gave my appearence a once over, 'Girl your eyes were running? And did he rip your shirt?' She the shirt between her fingers and gasps, jealousy tinting her voice 'My goodness what an animal, good job you.' She said and pointed at Bucky, giving a smirk and he chuckled.

Hannah touched up my makeup then took my hand and we began walking around to corner towards to conference room, I gave Bucky one last look as we walked inside.

Me and Hannah sat at the end of the table and Bucky joined the rest of us a few minutes later, taking a seat next to Mr. Tanner. He was looking as dapper as always, as if nothing ever happened.

Hannah leaned in closer to me and whispered 'You're coming to the party with me tonight right?'

'Party?' I questioned.

'Yeah, the firm's been doing good and their celebrating' she replied, 'Im sure Bucky will be there' she said with smile tugging at the corner of her lips. I looked at her, eyes gleaming with mischief and then glanced at Bucky.

'I wouldnt miss it for the world.'

[askthe-r-m-au]

Yall know what time it is...

Back at it again at Krispy Kreme uh I mean Ring-Misstress AU fic

I've been thinking about themmmmmmm

[Ring-Misstress Chapter 4: A "Grand" opening]

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Pomni walked back to the center of the Circus, cane in hand, and Hat on her head. This was the last night before The Amazing Digital Circus virtual game would be shown to the public in at least a few years! According to Caine, at least. He suggested they work late into the night before anyone could show up. That way, they'd have almost everything ready by the morning. Caine noticed his Co-host walking into the room.

☆Ah, you're back! The little guy's asleep?☆

Pomni twirled the cane in her hand like a baton.

♧Yeah, wasn't much trouble. Easier than I thought it'd be!

Caine chuckled proudly. The tension from the deadline always left when she walked in.

☆See? I knew you'd be great for this job!☆

♧Heh, yeah... hey... Are you sure you wanna do this the whole night??♧

Caine had dazed off until he heard her question.

☆Hm? Oh- well, of course! You don't require sleep, so we'll have plenty of time!☆

♧Well, sure, I don't need to sleep... but... what about you? Voz needs to sleep, don't you?♧

He paused for a second.

☆Well, we don't sleep, we recharge. But it does give of the sensation of sleep and its symptoms. At least, I believe it does...☆

It didn't make much sense to Pomni, but she learned not to question these sorts of things a long time ago.

♧Huh. Wait... where do you- uhm- "sleep" anyway?♧

☆Oh. Well, uh, I usually just find some secluded area, out of bounds...☆

Caine was beginning to feel drousy just talking about it. But, not wanting to leave so soon, he perked himself up.

☆Now is not the time to worry about that though, my dear! We have work to do!!☆

♧Well you do look pretty ti-♧

☆Me? Tired? Nonsense!! Now, let's get back work!☆

The conversation was cut short. They silently continued fixing up the place. But Caine looked like he was getting progressively slower with each glance Pomni took.

♧Are... you sure you don't wanna... leave now?♧

☆And... leave you alone?? Like I would do that!☆

♧What? You don't trust me?? I can do things by myself.♧

☆N-no! It's not that at all, my dear! You are absolutely great at what you do! It's just that I think if I left you to do all this yourself then that... would be terribly... rude... of me...☆

Caine was barely hovering in the air by now.

♧... You wouldn't wanna be in this state tomorrow morning, would you??♧

☆...Ok... just for a few minutes...☆

Caine was still hesitant to leave His friends side. He fought with every last bit of energy in him to stay awake.

☆ before i go... Wh-why don't we discuss some ideas for adventures?? Anything sound good to you??☆

♧Hm... how about... "Count the sheep?"♧

☆Great idea!! Let's test that. One... ...two... ...☆

Caine stopped responding.

He floated idly in place, nearly touching the ground.

♧Welp. That's two times I'm putting someone to bed.♧

Pomni smiled as she walked down the hallway, dragging an unconscious Caine into her room, and walking back out, hat on her head, cane in her hand.

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[ENTERING "R.E.M." MODE...]

Caine opened his eyes to find himself in a darkly lit monochrome room. His vision was a bit fuzzy. The only things he could make out were a big red door and a misshapen box sitting atop a desk.

He hunched over the desk, looking at the strange box. One side looked different from the rest. It was pitch black.

Then it flashed white. It had a strangely similar look to the void. He leaned in closer. Then, a familiar sphere shaped character appeared in the center. Green strands of 1's and 0's growing around him...

_-°○You did this to yourself.○°-_

Oooookay, maybe he shouldn't be here.

Having no other option, he went through the big red door.

It led him back to the main area of the circus. Finally, a place he firmly recognized! Then he heard the sound of glitches rising from around him.

Maybe he would've been better off in the box room...

He looked up to see everyone had abstracted. Even the abstracts from the cellar somehow got out. Wait... everyone...?

♧C-cai-ªi-N-ne?♧

Caine immediately turned his head.

☆POMNI!☆

Her entire avatar was covered in glitches. She was holding on with her last bit of strength. She barely managed to speak.

♧It-t's... Iṭ'§...♧

He desperately tried to hold her head upright.

☆W-whats wrong, dear? Just tell me. I-I can fix it, I promise!☆

♧I-Tt-§...♧

_-♧ITS ALL YOUR FAULT.♧-_

The glitching code morphed into glowing eyes. Her body contorted until it was completely unrecognizable...

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.

.

[FULLY CHARGED]

The ringmaster jumped from shock, only to quickly realize that he had been lying down the entire time. Of all the times he's entered a "dream state" as they call it, he had never experienced such a negative one. Nothing has ever made him feel like-

His train of thought immediately stopped. He heard a thumping noise. Actually, he didn't just hear it...

He felt it...

He placed his hand to his chest, presumably where a human heart would be. And sure enough...

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

How was this possible? He couldn't truly be... unless-

[PAPAA!! GETUPGETUPGETUPGETUPGETUP!!]

The door slammed open, and little Voz barged into the room. Shaking the end of the bed violently until Caine finally rose from his sitting position.

☆Alright, okay, I am! Now, what's the r- OH...☆

He looked around, recalling the events from the previous night.

[Mama had sent me to wake you...]

☆Has anyone already-☆

[Yup...]

Oh, how foolish of the ringmaster to be late to his very own show, leaving his bel- CO-HOST, yes, to do everything by herself...

☆Welp, time is really crunching, kiddo! We better hurry back!☆

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Pomni and the main cast sat around. Along with a few players. All of them took the appearance of mannequins, but each with distinct accessories. One with purple butterfly wings, one with a chicken's beak, a party hat, and a plauge doctor mask.

The player's each had names displayed over their heads, and they showed up whenever they would speak.

Osa: Man, it's been forever since they announced this game!! Can't believe we finally get to play this together!!

Aki: Yeah! This is gonna be fun, huh Zari?

Zari: ...you brought me here against my will.

Plauge: Honestly, I agree. This is stupid...

♧Now, now, everyone! There's no need to be so impatient! I'm... I'm sure the ringmaster will be here very-♧

Caine and Voz appeared center stage with a loud SNAP.

☆Pomni! I'm so, very sorry I'm late. We'll have to talk later. Now who's ready to woo the-!☆

Caine looked up to see only 4 players in front of them.

☆Crowd. ... Well, this is anticlimactic.☆

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HOLY SMOKES I TOOK A LIL BREAK FROM THIS I KNOW BUT ITS OUT NYEAOW YIPPEEEE-

*Disintegrates into dust*

Also, huge thanks to my buddies Angii and sushi/vintage radio for letting me use our old tadc OCs for this! :>

Uhmm anyways asks r opened and... That's all byeee

[stevebabey]

ruby my angel congratulations on the milestone! very well deserved ilysm 🥺🫶

can i pls request ❤️‍🔥 a stevie blurb with prompt 11. a kiss that says ''we're late for work, but let's be later'' from list 5 pls? thank you so much!! @stvharrngton

kyrie!!! thank u my love!! ugh beloved i'm so glad ur here this was such a sweet prompt and i'm more than delighted to write it for u <3 i hope u enjoy it sweets :)) @stvharrngton

You’re undecided on whether mornings in Steve’s bed are a slice of heaven or a special form of torture.

On one hand, it’s bliss being between the sheets and in his arms. On the other, it has to end at some point. Especially on days you have early shifts, the both of you.

During this time of year, when the days get a bit longer, you wake to the sun more often than not. The bedroom gets drenched in gold, filtering through from a gap in the curtains, soft lines of light that paint you both rich and warm. Steve does it on purpose, some built-in fear about pitch black rooms. You never really mind anyways.

The alarm clock switches on the radio at 7am precisely. The top hits of 1987 melt out of the speakers and wooze over the airwaves, a soundtrack to your boyfriend’s mumbly-grumbly wakeup. He’s on his front, head turned towards you and the moment he’s awake, his brows scrunch together.

You’re feeling lucky to have woken before him, if only to watch his drousy yawns. He lets out a tired groan, snuffles into the pillow closer, and murmurs wordlessly. Your cheek crinkles the pillow as you grin easily, watching him.

Then you laugh a bit when you see him falling back to sleep easily, rocked by the sound of Heaven is a Place on Earth on the radio. You curl your hand over his shoulder, giving it a gentle jostle. Steve stirs, letting out another tired groan.

“How is it...” The beginnings of a sentence trips out his mouth, his eyes still closed. Your fingers start skirting about on his skin, tracing the dozens of freckles on his shoulder. It must be ticklish, shown in Steve’s wrinkled nose and the way he shivers, trying to dust your touch off him. “S’morning?” He asks, voice all gravelly.

“Mmhm,” You affirm, sweeping the hair back from his forehead. Steve finally peeks an eye open, one glimmer of his brown irises. You lend a dainty kiss to his shoulder and wiggle up from under the covers. Steve stares as you climb out of the bed, giving another dramatic huff that has the sheet fluttering around him. 

He stretches like a cat in the sun, some deep sound from his throat that has you whipping around — really wondering for a moment if he was going to start the day that way. With an amused smile at his lazy stretches, arms above his head, you begin to putter around to gather everything you need for the shower.

You get two steps into the bathroom before you call out to him. “You coming?”

There’s a shuffle behind you, a couple loud noises, and one muttered swear. You laugh quietly to yourself, knowing he's launched himself out of bed at your proposition.

“Yes! Yep, definitely, I’ll meet you in there!”

It‘s the opposite of a productive shower. Steve tries to wash his hair, yet insists you do it better, and melts under your magic fingers. He soaps up your back, along your shoulders and then makes the mistake of pressing a kiss to the skin — and quickly regrets it with a bleh, spitting out the soap. You laugh, nearly slip on the excess soap he’s managed to use, and the pair of you spend more time goofing off than cleaning.

Time is short by the time you’re out and into your clothes for work. The alarm clock blinks, radio wallowing love ballads now. You click it off and meet Steve down in the kitchen, feet moving with haste.

Steve looks handsome, as he always does. His hair’s still a bit wet, a few droplets on the collar of his shirt and he smiles when you enter, like you’re brought the sun in with you. He’s already fixed a pot of coffee, the smell percolating in the morning air, and he tastes like it when you press up on your toes and kiss him.

You’re late by now, you’re sure of it. Steve’s hands wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer, humming ever-so-contently against your lips. He kisses like he’s got all the time in the world, his mouth sweet and hot, his love feeling nearly tangible around you. You decide that being more than a little late is entirely worth it if he keeps kissing you like this.

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[iwasnot-here]

~Fred Weasley x Reader~

You were spending the night with Fred in the Gryffindor common room (house doesn't matter in this). It was around 12 in the morning and you two were bored almost to death when suddenly, you came up with a bright idea...

Fluff, that's about it.

You and your best friend, Fred had made plans to spend the night in the Gryffindor common room on Friday in celebration of not only the weekend, but also the most recent quidditch match that was won by Gryffindor's team.

Only a couple hours of downing butterbeer and unwrapping chocolate frogs, did you two yourselves lounged on the giant common room couch next to the cozy fireplace, bored almost to death.

Suddenly, you recalled your last trip to Hogsmeade, where you, Fred, George, and their best friend Lee visited Zonko's Joke Shop. You four found yourselves there almost every trip, restocking on joke items. Well, for the most part, it was the other three stocking up. However, you picked up an interesting looking firework. The firework, when ignited, took the form of a dragon for a couple of seconds.

"Oi, Freddie~!" You called over to him. He merely made a noise in response, bummed out from how bored he was. "Remember that Firework I got from Zonko's?" He jolted up, a mischievous smile on his face.

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You'd grabbed the firework from you dorm room, careful not to wake anyone else in there. Now you and Fred were on the couch with the Marauders map that Fred had managed to sneak from Harry while he was asleep.

"So we've got to wait until Filch is exactly at this spot..." You pointed at the start of the grand staircase. "Then we can light the firework and scare the pants of him!" Fred finished with a chuckle.

Once you two had planned out your prank, you set up next to the exit of the common room, continuously checking the map for other teachers as Filch made his rounds.

Finally, Filch was approaching the area you needed him to be. Fred held open the door so that the Fat Lady, even though she was asleep, didn't shut you out of the Gryffindor dormitory.

Carefully, while watching the map, you took your wand and the firework from your pocket. The map showed Filch nearby, although you didn't exactly need it to tell you that as you could hear his atrocious humming all the way down the staircase.

"Incendio." You whispered, lighting the firework. As soon as the spark began to trail along the string, you chucked it down the staircase, waiting for the loud BANG before running back towards Fred. All the way from the bottom of the staircase, Filch's scream echoed along with the sounds of the firework dragon.

Once Fred had shut the door behind you two, you collapsed on the couch in a fit of hysterical laughter. "Did you hear his scream?!" You said through giggles with tears in your eyes. Fred was also having a laugh at this. He never liked Filch in the first place, and any opportunity to get him back for snitching on him and his twin, he took advantage of.

"Never took you for a prankster, (Y/N)." He said with a smug grin on his face as he sat down next to you. You giggled before looking up at him, "Well, I guess I learned from the best." You smiled up at him. Through the darkness of the common room, you could barely make out a red tint adorning Fred's face. However, you assumed it was just the lighting from the fireplace and leaned back into the couch without giving it another thought.

Soon after, you grew drousy. Letting out an enormous yawn, "I'm sleepy" you told Fred. "Me too.." He said sluggishly as he rubbed his eyes.

Deciding that it was time to finally get some rest, you both got out the blankets and pillows you had stored in the common room for the night, and set up on the couches next to the fireplace. "Night, Freddie!" You called out to him, turning over towards the inner side of the couch. "Night, (Y/N)" You heard him say with a slight chuckle.

Not too long after, you'd fallen asleep in the comfort of your blanket and the warmth radiating from the fireplace. Little did you know, however, Fred stayed awake a bit longer, watching over you as you slept. His heart warmed at the sound of your small snores as you slept comfortably near him.

"She's absolutely adorable." He thought to himself.

I know it's kind of short and I'm sorry 😭 I really wanted to write a Fred x Reader though.