#i really need to start watching these series again

[reverieblondie]

Bad Dream

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Nightmares, Mysterious passes, Breaking and entering, Panic attack, Breaking washers, Bucky touches your underwear (whoops...)

Summary: You and Bucky are not only neighbors but friends for months now. You two are close... but are still finding out new things about each other...

Word Count: 2,613

A/N: This was inspired by an amazing request got from an anon. I loved the idea so much that I can see this being turned into a full series if enough people like it! Just let me know! I look forward to feedback like always! and request are always open!

"So... What am I eating?"  

Bucky says almost suspiciously as he looks at the macaroni noodle on his fork.

"I can not believe you are so picky," you say, rolling your eyes before taking a delightful bite of the casserole dish you made. Once swallowed, you point your fork accusingly toward Bucky. "It's called tuna mac. It's cheap to make but delicious. Now you can either eat it, or I will stop being such a friendly neighbor and stop sharing my dinners with you."

Bucky chuckles before giving you his signature smirk, "If that's the case, don't come knocking on my door when something of yours breaks again." 

You huff, he doesn't play fair. 

He watches as you pout and sigh before he takes the macaroni and tuna mix into his mouth. When he eats it, his eyes bulge slightly. "That's actually really good?"

"See, you just need to trust me, neighbor. It's something my mom used to make. Boil noodles, mix up the sauce, and top with cheese. It tastes better than it sounds." 

Bucky smiles as you ramble on. When you look over at him, he looks back to his plate, mixing it around as he makes a face before eating more. "That's true. This is way better than that chicken we had last Thursday."  

"Hey! We agreed to forget that monstrosity!"

Of course, Bucky laughs at your dramatics, and you can't help but echo it back. Thursday night dinners have become your favorite tradition since moving in; no matter how shitty your week could have been, this always lifts up your spirits, even just a little bit. Most people in your building seem to avoid Bucky; they won't join him in the elevator or even greet him in the mailboxes. They judge his past... but who are you to judge? Though getting to know him didn't happen instantly, it happened because of an accident you might have caused…

You have been fighting with these washers and dryers since you moved in. And now here you are fighting again with the washer. The stupid thing won't spin, and it's starting to flood with water. You paused the cycle and knew that you should just ask the maintenance guy for help, but that has the risk of being blamed for it being broken.

Distracted, you don't notice someone walking in to use the other machines. Honestly, it's surprising someone else is up this late just to do their laundry. So much for not running into anyone while you're dressed in your lazy day pajamas—no bra just to add to the pending embarrassment… Trying your best to keep your head down and fix the machine as silently as possible, you didn't realize that your rattling around has definitely drawn attention. 

Until a shadow is cast over you. Turning slightly, you look up at the imposing figure and see your next-door neighbor. James Barnes... Ex Winter soldier and a current Avenger... 

His head tilts as he stares down at you, "Problem?" 

This is the first time you have really seen him up close… he's much taller than you thought, and his eyes are the clearest shade of blue… While you're silently coking, Bucky shifts on his feet, his scowl deepening as he continues to stare. Mentally, you chastise yourself for being rude and pull your hand from the filled drum to offer him a handshake, stumbling out your name in the process. This was a mistake, however, because you ended up splashing the super soldier with washer water… -Shit… 

"I'm sorry, and yeah, I'm just trying to get this washer to work… they never want to act right… old machines acting wonky, what's new?" You huff a laugh, but Bucky keeps looking at you unamused… ah yes… he's an old machine, you idiot… 

You quickly take another step closer in panic mode, "Oh! But not all old machines! My grandma had a vacuum for like 20 years, and it never crapped out on her!" -what are you even saying? 

Buck just further scoles you, keeping his eyes locked on yours. Honestly, it's a bit intimidating—his intense stare locked onto you. Then there's the fact that his glare doesn't roam—it's just set on your eyes. Plus, you're just rambling on, and he's just watching you like you have lost your mind! You can't afford to move again… 

"Why don't you just call for maintenance?" he says in a confused tone, his brows knitting together.  

You give him a gentle smile, "I don't want to be blamed for breaking it…" 

He doesn't seem too impressed with your excuse as he rolls his eyes, but to your surprise, instead of walking away, leaving you to struggle, he places his laundry down and begins to investigate the machine. 

You step closer to him, "So you're going to help me?" you chirp.

"I'm going to try, but if it breaks further, that's on you…" -Okay can't really blame him for that..

"Fair enough, neighbor." he only seems to hum at that before continuing his investigation. 

He does his diligence checking everything out; while he does that, you're doing your own checking out. It's not like you're trying to be a perv.... but curiosity always gets the cat in the end, so you allow yourself to check him out a little. His back faces you, and it's incredible how sturdy it appears; you can even see how the muscles ripple with every move despite it being hidden underneath his t-shirt. Then his narrow waist that draws your attention down the length of him, and his arms bulging with every move as it roots around on the inside of the drum. The dark metal arm is so eye-catching you can't help but stare even though you know you shouldn't... If you were caught, you would be modified by how rude it would be. But you can't help yourself from admiring how pretty it truly is… and the craftsmanship is impeccable… 

"I think something is just caught if I can unwrap it…" With another pull and a slight groan, he rips out what was caught. Surprisingly, it's Small... red and- 

Bucky holds up the dripping wet material, and now that he has it unscrambled, you are mortified... Of course, out of everything to get tangled up and caught, it had to be your thong. Turning it about, Bucky looks at the material confused, unsure, until he meets your mortified eyes and flushed face. It must suddenly click for the man that he's holding a stranger's underwear because, with the inhuman speed, he's met with realization and he's practically throwing your underwear at you like it would bite him. 

The flush of his neck and the way he suddenly does not meet your eyes tells you he's thoroughly embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, ma'am…" Ma'am? Wow, now he's talking to you properly; he really is embarrassed...

It's quiet for a moment as Bucky awkwardly shifts on his feet. Then you can't help yourself any longer, and you laugh. You laugh so hard you all but fall over yourself, and to your shock, Bucky breaks from his mortification and joins in on your laughter.

The moment lasted for a while until you were both on the verge of tears. As you wipe away your tears, you catch him smiling, and it's like looking at a completely different guy. If people saw this, they wouldn't be avoiding him, that's for sure. 

With the washer fixed, you could finish your laundry cycle as Bucky moved to start his. As you're turning to thank your helpful neighbor, he is gone? Scanning the room, you see him leaving, shit! 

"James!" You shout without thinking. He pauses before turning back with a small smirk. 

"Don't tell me you broke something else." 

He's… teasing you? A grin spreads to your face, "I wanted to thank you for helping me out." 

He shrugged, "It's no problem. But call me Bucky; when you say James, it makes me feel old." With that, he walked off. 

Days later, you were still troubled by the feeling you didn't get to properly thank your neighbor for saving your panties from doom. So you did the only thing you could think of. Making him food. Make sure debts and gratitude are always paid... it's something you picked up from both your parents, but where your dad made sure to do it with favors and money, your mom would always pay by making desserts and meals. So, in your situation, you decided on a platter of brownies.

The look on his face when you knocked on his door was priceless. Of course, he accepted, and thus, the cycle between you two started. You would have a favor, Bucky would help, and then you would make him a meal or dessert. Over time, Bucky's grumpiness was replaced with friendliness, and your friendship got stronger. Even though you had fewer favors, you two continued the tradition of eating a home-cooked meal together once a week until suddenly, it was odd if you were not seeing him.

Like now...

It's been three weeks since you last saw him. It's honestly so lonely in the building without him around. Sure, he's not talkative all the time, and there are still things you know you two have not shared, but it's undeniable this closeness you feel to him.

You just hope you get to see him soon, or you will be forced to break something and force him to come back…

It's another quiet night. It should be a night that you rest easy, drifting far off into dreamland. But you just can't seem to fall asleep. Perhaps it's the fault of a certain super soldier's absence. As you lay pondering whether you should just force yourself to rest or get up and do something until you're tired…

Then, loud bangs from the neighboring wall interrupted the stillness. On instinct, you freeze and try to listen to where the crashing is coming from. 

Bucky's place... but that's odd; he's not home. Or did you just miss him? Another crash makes you second guess that it could be a break in… 

But who would be dumb enough to break into a super soldier's apartment?

Apparently, you are...

It is technically breaking and entering, but is it bad if you do it for a good reason? What if someone is wreaking his place? What if he's in danger? What will you do if you actually run into someone? You will deal with that once you encounter it…

You ignore that for now as you concentrate on picking the lock... You hated it then, but you're now thankful for the skill at times like this. It clicks with a few more twists, and you're now sneaking through the threshold.

It's the same place you have been in multiple times, but tonight, you see the crumble of blankets on the living room floor, the flipped furniture, the mess of wreckage. Then you see the more heart-aching sight in the room's darkness. 

Bucky usually stands tall and has that sly smirk for you with some greeting. Now, he is crouched so small, disheveled, and trembling. Those ocean-blue eyes clenched tightly...

A step towards him immediately has him on the defense, ready to pounce.

But he pauses at the sight of you, confused, rightly so. But you're more distracted by how the outside lights reflect on the streams down his cheeks.

You're about to say something, but his hoarse voice cuts you off before you can, "Get out!".

You should really listen, but as he sinks back to the floor, your feet feel like lead. With a swallow and a steadying breath, you step closer. He should understand by now that you're not one for listening. 

Closer now, you can take in his sweat-drenched body and matted hair and how he tries to stop shaking... Thousands of questions flock to you; you just swallow them down. Slowly, you sit close enough to be noticed but not enough to touch him…

Settled beside him, you hold your hand towards him on the floor, making a silent offer. "I'll stay for as long as it takes..." 

It could take minutes or hours. There is also the chance of him lashing out, but you will just be silent and patient and let him feel your presence and hear your calm breaths.

You're there for a couple of minutes until a clammy warmth touches your hand. Looking down, you can tell the shaking has stopped a little. You spread your fingers and let him lace them with his own. 

"I... don't know what to say..." he mumbles, but you shake your head before meeting his eyes.

"You don't have to explain... We all have scars... Bad dreams. "

"Every night I have bad dreams... Sometimes, I just randomly shake awake."

"Other times, you just lay there waiting for the sun to rise."

The look he gives you tells you he's shared the experience. You shrug and look out the window, "Like I said... bad dreams."

As you two sit there, his shaking slowly stills, but your hand's grip only tightens. 

"I'm sorry..." It was such a silent whisper that you almost didn't hear it. Bucky, tired, and a wreck, brought back memories you thought were packed away. 

"Don't be sorry. Let's just work on getting you cleaned up. Are you good enough to rinse off?"

Bucky nods before standing up... He walks towards his bathroom but pauses just short... He has his own set of questions he wants to ask... One of them is clear to you... are you going to stay... 

"I'll clean for a bit and will brew some tea for, when you get out. Okay?" 

He gives a short nod before disappearing. You start placing what you can remember being placed before. It takes you a minute to get everything back in its place. Sure, this place was a mess, but you have had to fix the fallout of worse. Once done, you move on to the kitchen to brew the tea. As the water heats, you just listen to the muffled sound of the shower. Does this happen often? And if so, how have you never noticed before?

Bucky takes longer to wash off than you expected, but ultimately, it's a good thing he took the time for himself. When he finally comes out of the bathroom, he's only in pajama bottoms, a towel resting on his shoulder, and fixing his metal arm back into place. His hair is still dripping wet when he finally plops down on the couch. For a long moment, he's still thinking of what to say, but you just slide the peppermint tea over to him.

Bucky gives a small thank you before he lifts the cup, letting the smell waft to his nose and the cup warm his hand. When he finally takes a sip, you feel like you can breathe again. While he works on his tea, you notice the drops falling from his hair and landing on his skin, causing him to shiver. He didn't even bother to dry his hair, huh? Carefully, you take the towel from his shoulder and softly start to dry his wet hair away. Bucky looks at you curiously as you focus on the task before you. 

"Why are you so good at this?" 

"Like I said, everyone gets bad dreams. Some worse than others." 

He hums before slightly chuckling, "Is that also why you know how to break into apartments?"

The playful tone in his voice makes your heart squeeze, and you can't help but grin, "You're not the only one with secrets, soldier boy." 

[revelboo]

I'm asking for more Jazz or Ironhide crumbs... I will consume any content you throw at me at this point.

I'm a huge Jazz and Ironhide fan, ngl....

Hides the rest of my favorites in the closet

I just live those two

How about scenarios with both? 18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

I may be a bit scarce today- one of my friends has lovingly hounded the unholy crap out of me to suck it up and actually publish a manuscript instead of just saving them to my computer and starting the next book- she even mocked up a cover for me, but I think she’s mostly invested in me continuing the series since she has a thing for the twins in the next book…

All I ever really do with finished manuscripts is enter them into Romance Writers of America national chapter contests to try and win certificates to hang on my wall 😅 So I’ll be editing a sci-fi romance manuscript today at work between, well, actual work.

Jazz and Ironhide Scenarios

Jazz x Reader

• Groaning, you hang onto the pillow when Jazz tries to tug it away, the mattress dipping slightly as he cages you. Sprawled on your belly, you hear him chuckle before his mouth brushes the back of your shoulder. “Come on, kitten. Share a meal with me,” he whispers, venting to stir your hair. Feel his chassis bump your back as he shifts against you and a big hand braces near your head. And there’s not much point in pretending to be asleep. Not when he bites your earlobe just hard enough to sting.

• Primus, you’re so sweet. Head turning to shoot him a sleepy, disgruntled look. Laughing he presses another soft bite against the back of your shoulder and you reach back to swat at him, whining his name and it goes straight to his spike. Head lifting, he grins at the faint mark his denta left on your skin. And the urge to leave more lifts through him. Mark you as his. Leave those little mementos all over you. Feels you suck in a deep breath, but you don’t bother to get up. So he scoots back and bites the curve of your hip, laughing when you nearly roll off the mattress, kicking out a leg, little foot landing on his shoulder. “Don’t,” you growl.

• Shifting against you, he catches your leg and keeps it up. Hears your breath hitch when he leans over you, carefully pinning you. Distracted from refueling by the sight of you naked, sprawled inelegantly under him. “Don’t what?” He teases, servos flexing against your calf as he reaches with his other hand to touch you. And those eyes he loves flare with heat and need, lips parting. Freeing his spike, he grips himself and slides the head against you. Teasing himself as much as you. “Don’t do this?” He asks, voice roughening.

• Body heating at the laughter and need in his voice, he’s grinning crookedly down at you, hips rocking slightly so the head of his spike presses against you before he’s sliding against you again. Visor brightening when you lift your hips as much as you can with one of your legs up. “I thought you were hungry?” You manage, arching on a breathless sound at the next lazy slide. Head tipping as his attention slides from your face down, watching as he rocks himself again, slowly stretching you as his lips part.

Ironhide x Reader

• Letting himself into his habsuite, he swears softly seeing you and hurriedly shuts the door cutting off Red Alert mid sentence before the other bot can see you sprawled on his berth amid your blankets. “Couldn’t even wait for me to get off rotation, darlin’?” He growls, trying to keep the irritation from his tone. Little brat, laying there legs spread on full display from the door. What if someone else had gone into his habsuite? Seen you like that, little fingers playing with yourself? He’d have to offline someone. Of course, as much as you love drama, you’d probably find it entertaining.

• Head lifting to stare at him, you keep pumping your fingers inside yourself. “Took too long,” you manage, flashing him a grin to make him rumble as he secures the door and strides closer. “I have needs, you know. And I was bored.” It’s not like there’s much else to do and baiting the bot? Trying to rile him up? Too much fun when you know what the repercussions are. And he’s grabbing the edge of the berth, expression thunderous as you make a show of it, arching your back on a moan. Taunting him. Not even surprised when he vaults up with you, mass shifting.

• “Bored,” he retorts, optics lazily sliding from your fingers moving urgently up your body to your face and the challenge in those eyes. “You missing me, darlin’?” That sinful mouth of yours twitching into a cocky smile as he kneels between your spread thighs and catches your wrist. Venting when you tug against his grip with a little huff. “Always in a hurry,” he mutters, using his hold on you to move your hand against yourself. Slow and deep.

• Squirming as he watches you, controlling how fast you can go, you’re aware of those optics sliding over you. Seeing everything. Seeing too much. No matter how many times he’s seen your old scars, you hate when he looks at them. When he calls them proof of your strength instead of just ugly reminders of all the bad decisions you’ve made. Eyes closing, you shiver and lose yourself to the feel of him touching you, taking control. Not understanding why he wants you even now knowing how broken you are.

[ggukgoldensoul]

travel

pairing; idol!jk x reader

summary; reader has wanted to go to japan since she started watching anime when she was a child… good thing her boyfriend wants to make her happy whatever it takes.

warnings; nothing!!! pure fluff, jk loves so so so so much reader he would d!e for her and k!ll for her, and reader also loves jk so much she would kll for him.

a/n; i have started one piece and my anime root has started again (it never disappeared) i dont know why i didn’t started it earlier, such a good masterpiece!!! 

laying on the couch of the living room with the chill air of the air-conditioning wrapping around her like a second skin, the 5 episode of the second season of jujutsu kaisen was playing on the tv, a tray of food next to her. she knew she told jungkook she would wait for him to come back from the agency, but the need to continue the shibuya arc was stronger than any feeling. 

the front door opened and jungkook came in, leaving behind his shoes and jacket in the wardrobe. he heard the voice of gojo coming from the tv and froze. she stopped the episode and slowly turned towards him. 

“i can explain it” her hands up, trying to protect herself. against what? she didn’t know.

“yah, we were supposed to watch it together” he said while walking to the couch and sat beside her, arms crossed and a pout on his face, clearly annoyed and a little sad. she looked at him and grabbed his arm, shaking it a bit. “jungkook-ah, look at me, please, im sorry” still shaking his arm, jungkook let escape a hmm. “pleaseeeeeee…”

he wasn't going to give in. 

 sitting on his lap, she took his face in her hands so he was looking at her. they looked into each other's eyes, her doe eyes and pout melted something in him. damn, he couldn't stay mad at her. with a sigh, he hugged her and placed his face on her chest. laughing a bit, she hugged him back. “missed you kook” “missed you too sweetheart”

“would you mind if we start it again? i really want to watch it from the start” he said, excitement filled in his voice. she nodded and was about to sit beside him but jungkook’s arm tightened around her waist, not letting her go, and she was more than happy about it. 

jungkook took the control remote and played the first episode. she snuggled into him a little more and he placed a kiss on her cheek. 

time passed, night came, they finished the entire second season and then decided to continue with one piece. 

“do you know there’s a one piece theme park in japan? i really want to go, and also the jujutsu kaizen theme park and the nintendo one too, and then visit tokyo and buy things there” sighed “maybe one day i'll go.”

he listened to her rambling and noticed the sadness in her voice. he knew her financial situation wasn’t good, sometimes she would cancel their plans not wanting him to pay for everything, but he didn’t mind that a bit. he payed for her things because he wanted to, not because he was bound to it, he really loved to pamper her with love and things he knew would make her happy. 

“oh, we have runned out of food, im going to the kitchen to take more snacks”

jungkook stopped the episode and took his phone while she was in the kitchen. her head peeked out from the kitchen door. “we have runned out of snacks, do you want to order food?”

“ok!”

half hour passed and they were both eating and watching the series, enjoying a peaceful summer night with each other. 

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the sun was peeking through the curtains as if wanting to catch the lovers in their sleep. jungkook was the first one to wake up, admiring his lover by his side, the curve of her lip, the softness of her cheek, everything that made her being herself was something to admire. slowly, he got up and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. he was making the toasts and the coffee when he felt her arms around his waist. 

“good morning, gorgeous”

“good morning, gguk”

she sat at the kitchen island looking at her boyfriend moving around the kitchen. “anyway, why are you up this early? its barely 8 in the morning”

“we are going to travel”

“oh, travel? where?”

he placed the breakfast on the island “its a surprise”

“yah! it's this about yesterday? are you mad?”

“of course not! why would i be mad with you about that?” he placed a kiss to her forehead. “eat, we have to prepare luggage”

“okay” she said with a singsong voice

they finished their breakfast and went to prepare the luggage. 

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the clock hit 11 in the morning, everything was ready, the tickets hid from her, everything was a surprise until they reached the airport. all the suitcases were at the front door, all the lights were off, the only thing left was a quick check of the things they needed for the journey.

“sneakers?”

“yes”

“coat?”

“yes”

“jungkook, we have everything, this isn’t necessary.”

“i know, but i don't want you to complain later about not having something”

she rolled her eyes but smiled anyway, even though she didn’t know where they were going to travel, she felt excited and happy about it.  

“okay! let's gooo!”

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the airport was buzzing with people going and coming, airplanes landing and flying. they entered the airport when a call was made through the speakers.

“dear passengers of the airplane 06132013, with destination tokyo, japan, its going to take flight in 10 minutes”

“oh thats our flight lets go, come on”

“wait- what? jungkook wait!” she yelled at him while running behind him, trying to catch him.

“come on!”

“you're too fast! slow down!”

people looked at them while they ran to the door. they arrived sweating and panting, but they were living their best moment right now, but it wasn't until then that it hit her, they were flying to japan, they were going to tokyo, her dream since she was a child was going to come true in that moment, when their feet where on the plain and all because she had by her side the most wonderful person someone could ever met. 

“hey, dont cry bae”

she didn't even knew she was crying “its just that” a sob stopped her from talking “i really love you jungkook, im so glad to have you with me”

he took her by the waist and pressed her to his side, leaving soft and loving kisses to her face, head and neck. 

“lets go sweetheart, japan is waiting for us!”

all rights reserved to ©ggukgoldensoul. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

[emiixuu]

gratitude to dedicated

a continuation to ‘blossoming devotion’ in ‘the cat puppet and bunny doll’ series

💌 pairing :: harbinger!scaramouche x doll!reader

🌌 content warning :: unhealthy & developing relationship and characters

📝 synopsis :: and I shall have all of you, and you shall hide the pieces.

✒️ word count :: 4,084

🐰 author’s note :: after the events of blossoming devotion, before the events of puppet’s beloved

Like birds chirping, it seemed like the Fatui members probably have done all their duties with now not much to do except for their idle chit-chat. Gossips and rumours, they were almost scaring one another with their stories of what happened to the latest Fatui recruit.

An unknown addition working under the Sixth. Some say The Balladeer has sunk their teeth right into them and sucked them dry after they were an utter failure on the last mission. Others that he has quite literally cooked and ate them, forcing the others to eat with him, too.

It was you. As far as you were aware, you were alive and well. You were not eaten, you were not sucked dry.

The story has been twisted too many times to the point it was nothing but a spooky tale now. Another way to make the Sixth Harbinger even more frightening to the eyes of Fatui.

Silly rumours, you weren’t sure how they exactly came to exist. On the last mission, you were injured in the stomach by an arrow while trying to protect him. When you really try to think about it, he did, technically, taste you after you started to bleed. You didn’t find it scary, nor abnormal.

Thirst is common to humans so why did it terrify them so much to the point of creating these stories?

Kunikuzushi was, indeed, just thirsty. And you were, oh, so available to him at that moment.

Thirsty for whatever it is he was in need of.

“Am I not allowed to join you on your missions anymore?” You ask simply, looking up at him as you sit in your destined place in the corner of the room, on the floor. Beneath your knees, a kind gesture from him laid, a comfortable pillow.

There have been occurrences he has shown you kindness. Those moments were fleeting but appreciated nonetheless. You will take anything you could get.

“You will be better off here.” He spoke firmly, looking down upon you as he hovered above you. His arms crossed, watching you as if he was contemplating on what to do with you. As if you were an unneeded leftover he had to deal with.

Frankly, you were unfit. He voiced that to Dottore, too. Unfortunately, he was also good for nothing. Kunikuzushi has asked him to make you more resilient, to which he just shrugged and talked about how that would be a waste of material and time. Tsk, he wasted all that time before to create you but no longer cares to make you better? What were his plans anyways? Kunikuzushi didn’t want to dwell on that, he’d rather not get into trying to understand what was going on in Dottore’s head.

“Why? I won’t jump into danger again if you are worried about that.” You try to reason with him, not wanting him to leave you behind. It would be far too lonely and boring to stay here on your own. Staying away from him for too long would not do any good for you.

“And if you do? Do you think I want to visit Dottore everyday?” He shakes his head in disapproval, clearly he wouldn’t let himself get persuaded by you. You could plead and beg, but you will be staying right here.

“What am I supposed to do?” You ask. At this point maybe he should just ‘turn you off’ when he is away.

“I don’t know? Find something to do here?” He sighs, a little annoyed at having to deal with you, “just don’t get into trouble.”

You wouldn’t get into trouble. How could you do that, stuck between four walls? You couldn’t even think of any ways to cause problems. Flood his room? There was no water in here as far as you knew.

He left simply without saying anything else, leaving you all alone, not even sparing you another look.

Silence. The room was eerily dead except for the sound of the clock ticking. Ticking and ticking, minutes turning into hours, restless, you couldn’t just sit around and do nothing. Not to mention, all you had in mind was Kunikuzushi and he wasn’t even here to delight your thoughts.

Standing up from the position of your comfy pillow, you hesitantly walked around the room as if worried you might damage the floor beneath you if you weren’t careful enough with your steps. You stood still before the table, your electrogun, staring at it as it were staring back at you.

The urge to grab it and leave the room, following right behind him was almost unbearable. Leaving you here? How boring. You wanted to be of help to him. What if he’ll just throw you out after realizing you were no use for him? Having to prove yourself worthy of him, you couldn’t stay here. He needed you, too.

Because, who will protect him if not you? He might have told you he doesn’t need protection, but that fell flat on your ears. Your determination was much stronger than that.

You take the electrogun Kunikuzushi has given you in your hands and before anything could stop you, you walk right out the door of his room.

The hall behind the door, you have just gone through, was a long one. Empty yet fancy place. One could get lost here. You look from one side to the other, which way? You remember walking in both directions while you were following Kunikuzushi around before. But you couldn’t possibly know which way he would have gone this time. You didn’t even know what he was up to today.

Suddenly, a certain voice startled you, making you react quickly by aiming the electrogun on whoever it was.

“Ah? What do we have here? Scaramouche didn’t take you with him?” Dottore hums in thought, observing you as you clutched the gun in your hands, pointing it right at him. Your hands were trembling. You didn’t even notice him, where did he come from?

“What are your plans? Going around the Zapolyarny Palace and attacking everyone in your way?” He tuts at you, calmly pushing your gun away with his finger, “I don’t remember programming you to attack Fatui.”

“I’m sorry, you startled me, Father.” You lower your electrogun. What were you thinking? There was no threat inside the palace. You shouldn’t be so jumpy. Kunikuzushi wouldn’t be happy with you accidentally harming anyone from the organization while he was away. That would just cause issues for him.

“Did he leave you behind?” He smiles wryly at you and you nod to his question, “of course, you poor thing, he thinks you are not worth his time.”

He cooed sadly, as if you were a wounded little bird, unable to fly. Sudden wave of anxiety flows through you, his words alarming. Not worth his time?

“B- But I, he told me to wait for him.” You retort weakly. Dottore only laughs at your increasing worry, he knew he hit the bull’s-eye.

“Wait for you? And what is it that you are doing now?” He tilts his head at you, studying you. Evidently, you were doing the opposite of what you have been told to. You were aware Kunikuzushi might be displeased if you showed up in front of him, but you were doing it for him. Dottore just shook his head at you in pity.

“Come on, my child. Let’s repair that, hm?” He holds out his hand for you, luring you sweetly.

You raise your hand, hesitating for a moment. Would Kunikuzushi get mad? You were aware that he didn’t seem to like Dottore much. Still, there was no reason to not listen to your creator.

Kunikuzushi would understand. So you took Dottore’s hand.

Whatever The Doctor does to you will stay between the two of you. You won’t tell, not like you could. You won’t go to Kunikuzushi telling him about how you so eagerly wanted to go after him but were stopped by Dottore. Neither will he tell him he has borrowed his possession. It was just for a minute or two, he won’t notice and you won’t know the next time you are back in Kunikuzushi’s room either.

Essentially, nothing happened.

Sitting up abruptly, Kunikuzushi awoke. The room was dark with only the moon giving it a light, his vision slightly blurry as he started to come back to reality. He touches his cheek, feeling a wetness on them. Tears? He cried in his sleep again it seemed.

It was just a nightmare. Just a nightmare that was gnawing at him once more. He was in his bed, in his chamber. He was fine, everything was fine. He shouldn’t let it get to him. It comes and goes.

Sighing, he looks to the side and almost falls off right from the bed. Your face right next to his, your eyes watching him, a curious look on your face. It might have been a mistake to move you from the floor to bed.

“Were you still not taught about personal space?” Kunikuzushi grumbles. He seemed a bit softer than his usual irritated self as he just woke up.

You were far too close, observing him as if he was an unknown specimen to you.

“Are those tears?” You ask, your hand reaching for his face. Before you could get your hand on him, he slapped it away, not amused by your nosiness.

“Probably.” He deadpans.

What kind of answer was that? Now he wanted to slap himself instead, cringing at his own words, it must have been the grogginess. He didn’t want you to see that, it was nothing important. Crying in his sleep was no more than an ordinary occasional occurrence that meant nothing. Just a bad dream that will soon be forgotten.

“It’s nothing.” He says, rather quietly, his eyes no longer paying you any attention. Such behaviour from him was uncharacteristic. It seemed almost vulnerable, the small cracks glowing through his sharp exterior.

His expression made your heart ache, hollow yet with a hint of hidden sorrow.

Looking away won’t save him from you as you move on the bed to be right in front of him. Slowly, you raised your hand to his face again. Touch – gentle – like carefully holding a fine porcelain. Yet, touching him would be far more poisonous than the chance of him shattering under your tender fingertips.

You cup his face in your hands, surprisingly, he does not move away, nor did he smile or react in any way. He just stared at you, utterly unfeeling to one’s eyes. His face wanted to hide so much from the whole world, to bury himself entirely. You peeked behind that facade with dedicated solicitude. It was a once in a lifetime moment. Perhaps, it was the quietness of the room, coating the both of you in an engrossed bubble of each other. The moon gazing at the two of you, the only witness to your sin.

“Even Gods have the ability to shed tears.” You murmur, kissing his cheek as you sit in between his legs, feeding him with the promise of divinity, your words wrapping around him like silk.

You still didn’t understand what personal space meant, he assumed. Otherwise, why would you still be this close despite his warnings? But he couldn’t be cruel to the one who held him on pedestal.

“Weren’t you just made to be my glory, hm?” He quips, a light chuckle escaping past his lips but it does not reach his eyes.

Kunikuzushi ignores the itch to push you down and smother you with his desire. To sink his teeth into you, taste what you have been granting him with, closely and completely. Instead, all he does is slips past your hands and rests his face into the crook of your neck, warm and mellow place. He gives into this short tranquility with you. It felt right. There was no threat, he could lose himself in you. You were worthy. You were his. His rise. What good would it have done him to bleed you dry all at once?

Darkness enveloped you as the fine silk covered your eyes. One hand of his around your waist, the other holding your hand gently, leading you somewhere. Blindfolded and without any idea of what awaits you. Kunikuzushi said he wants to surprise you. You count your steps and the number is not so high, wherever he is taking you is not so far.

“Here we are,” he mutters quietly, almost as if he didn’t want to disturb the dark ambience with his voice, “careful.”

He slowly sits you down, the chair beneath you cushioned and comfortable. He doesn’t take off the silk on your eyes yet as he moves away from you. A quick sound of fire flaring, you flinch a little. Your small frightened reaction forced a hushed chuckle out of him.

“Do you not trust me?” He asks, his voice heightened to your senses, you couldn’t see but from the sound of his voice he was definitely smirking.

“Nothing to do with trust. You are free to do whatever you’d like with me at the end of the day and I shall trust your judgement.” You mumble into the darkness. You were just startled by the loud noise of a fire, that was all. You weren’t scared of him.

“Am I? Hm, so should I burn you?” He questions, you could feel sudden warmness in front of you. The fire he ignited, right in front of your face. His early amusement eerily fading away.

You didn’t dare move away from it, you stood still. No words came out of your mouth.

“Are you not afraid to turn into dust? The doctor might not be able to fix you again.” He taunts you.

“I will accept death if it’s chosen upon me by you.” You reply, but there is a hint of shakiness in your voice betraying you. A hint of fear. Of course. Even a puppet fears the everlasting darkness, to turn into nothing.

“Heh, it’s fine. You don’t have to act brave. Are you trying to impress me?” He cackles, moving the fire away from you again. He was only messing with you, playing with your mind.

He steps close to you again, carefully untying the silk as he lets you see again. You open your eyes, starting to slowly focus on what is in front of you. You found yourself in a room surrounded by a new darkness with a single candle lit on the table. A cake that seemed meticulously prepared to perfection on the rather expensive-looking plate.

You eye him, the utter confusion on your face tugs a self-satisfied smile on his, “I believe I have not given you any food to try yet.”

His words surprised you, did he really want to give you food? You did not need to eat, nor anything else of the human needs. This was not a necessity, but a pleasure. From the concealed benevolence of his, he has decided to give you a taste. A gratitude for your sweet worship. A pleasure for pleasure.

“T-There is no need, my Lord-” you shook your head, taken aback by his action. It would be a waste of cake if you ate it.

“No. This is a present from me. I’m not giving you permission to refuse,” he quickly interrupts you with a frown, seemingly not happy with your bashfulness, “and did I not tell you to call me Kunikuzushi?”

You reluctantly nodded, looking back at the dessert on the table.

“Strawberry cake,” he adds almost gently, trying to teach you something ‘new’, “that’s a fruit.”

You were not stupid. You knew what strawberries were. It seems he is underestimating your intelligence. It was not surprising he would do that. He looked down upon most people. Still, he should be aware by now that you did have a basic knowledge of the world. You nod to his explanation, “I know what strawberries are.”

“Don’t give me an attitude.” He chides you, the tone of his voice turning dangerous.

You look at him once more, panicking a little, “I didn’t!”

For a moment, he just stares at you as if what you have spoken has insulted him greatly. He was already quite lenient with you than he was with anyone else. He was even kind to you, in his own way. Gave you food, tried to provide you with an insight to the human world and all he gets is you muttering that you know? Maybe he should just throw the cake away.

Instead, he just bursts into humourless laughter after what seemed like an hour-long staring contest, sneering at you mockingly, “you should see your face.”

He was a bit hard to figure out. A ticking bomb that threatened to explode at any time, yet it didn’t. You were glad it didn’t. You admired him but that didn’t mean you weren’t a little scared of him at times. Gods are powerful, aren’t they? It was normal to fear a God.

He took the tiny fork in his hand, pointing at it, “a fork used for desserts.”

Now that was on purpose, you were sure as his lips curled up into a sly smile, his eyes glinting with sardonic mischief. He didn’t put the fork in your hands, instead he sunk it into the cake, slowly taking a piece of it.

“Open up.” He spoke in a gentle manner, coaxing you into opening your mouth for him, “you’re special so I will feed you myself.”

The word ‘special’ coating on his tongue, sticking, honeyed. You open your mouth for him, letting him place the piece of strawberry cake in there. You let the flavour melt in your mouth for a few seconds before starting to chew it, the fruity jam harmonizing with the fluffy cake on your tongue, releasing a newly found satisfaction in you. Sweet, light yet rich, and inviting as if made with the most tender love in one’s mind.

“It’s good.” You spoke with your mouth filled with it. He clicked his tongue at you, but no scolding words came out of him for talking with your mouth full, the look on his face still somewhat endearing. As soon as you swallowed, another piece came right into your mouth, not giving you a space to talk, resulting in a strained whine from you.

His smirk widened, shushing you. His free finger moved to the corner of your lips, wiping off a bit of cream on it right back into your mouth, “messy and clumsy.”

After you were done with this piece, you quickly tried to talk again, “don’t you want a taste too?”

“No, thanks. I am not a fan of these sweet things.” He mumbles, while again pressing the fork in front of your lips.

You were slightly surprised he gave you something he didn’t like. If he dislikes cakes, why prepare one for you? Of course, you still appreciated what he did for you. You were sure it came out of a place of care.

“Then what-” as soon as you opened your mouth again to talk, he shoved more into you. You frown lightly to which he just smiles in faux-innocence as if he wasn’t aware you wanted to talk. He didn’t care about your growing frustration and you didn’t try to show it more than the small frown on your face. You wouldn’t throw a fit with him.

“Then what do you like?” You manage to ask before he feeds you.

“Tea.” A simple reply comes out of his lips, not interested in having conversation with you at the moment.

He was simply enjoying feeding you the cake he himself prepared, made with only the greatest ingredients. He knew how to bake, and he was definitely not bad at it. It was not something he has done a lot. There was no reason for it, he didn’t enjoy the things he baked, and who would he bake for?

The Sixth Harbinger baking? As if he would let anyone from Fatui see him like that. He didn’t mind you seeing him like that. Definitely not, you were much different from those insects.

The last bite of the cake was presented before you, ready to eat it, you opened your mouth once more for him, expecting the taste of the velvety cake soon to meet you one last time. But there was nothing. The last bite of cake went right into his mouth. A hint of disappointment played on your face as you were looking forward to savouring the cake for the last time. Pouting at him, it was like taking candy from a child. Easy and slightly mean. But you would not complain, you wouldn’t talk back to him, would you? Smirking at you as he was chewing the cake, he seemed pleased with himself.

Without any warning, he leans his face into yours to the point of lips meeting, his hand on your face making sure you wouldn’t withdraw from him. Gently, he bites onto your lower lip to make you part your lips. And you did. He wasted no time, his tongue pushing the contents into your mouth, all of it, back where it was supposed to go in the first place, unintendedly caressing and intertwining with your tongue in an almost sensual manner. But he didn’t stay in your comfort any longer than he was supposed to, not even to explore you a little. He held back his selfishness. As he was rid of all the pastry, he moved back from you. You let the taste melt and savour it on your tongue a little longer, before swallowing it with ease. Kunikuzushi has made it seem like nothing, he simply mouth-fed you.

Bewilderment was not enough to describe the level of confusion he has given you. Did he really find this much amusement in messing with you? You could not predict his behaviour, it may be that you just need to study him a lot more. The Doctor didn’t give you a manual to understand the Sixth.

“I didn’t want to damage your teeth too much. It was your first time eating and the last bite was not so soft.” He says but it seemed more like he just made that up to feed your gullible mind, “plus you are right. I should have tried it first before feeding it to you. My mistake.”

“In any way, you should be honored you got it right from me.” He shrugs, putting the fork away on the finished plate. You were honored, perhaps his own saliva made the cake even better, that he would be as kind as to not only spoon-feed you but also directly feed you from his own mouth to yours. How thoughtful from the man you see as your God.

He did like playing with his food though. So it was no different.

“Thank you.” You say softly. He brings tissue to your lips, making sure you are all clean and proper, simply discarding it on the plate when he is done.

He steps away to the different room and in a few minutes or so he comes back, holding a tea set. He puts it onto the table, the flame of the candle still dancing, wax dripping. Taking the teapot in his hands, he pours the tea for you and himself, too.

“One cup of tea for you.” He hands you the cup and you take it into your hands, warming them.

The taste was bitter. Leaving a sharp, unapologetic edge across your tastebuds, no sweetness whatsoever. It was much different from the cake you had. So this is what he likes. He seems to be looking at you the whole time as you tasted the tea, his eyes not moving from you, not even to sip his own drink.

“How do you like it?” He questions, getting a little impatient as he waits for your opinion.

“It’s.. interesting.” You reply, intrigued by the flavour, your words careful as you drink more. The bitterness was addictive, each sip sending an intense wave through you. It was fitting for him, you were not surprised he liked tea. Addictive, intense, unapologetically sharp.

He smiles, more to himself than at you, content with the fact you were enjoying the tea.

“Want more?”

It would be Kunikuzushi’s pleasure to bestow upon you more of him.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Moments with the Justice League [Part 1] | Bruce Wayne/Batman x OC!Magician

Synopsis: A really, really short fic that will be a mini-series of the many times Vivian visits the Watchtower and walks into the shenanigans of the Justice League that reminds her that they’re also human and petty.

It was a last minute call, but Vivian got to the Watchtower right in time. Or a bit too early than Batman hoped, because just as Vivian and Hawkgirl came to the hall where JLA meetings are hosted, she found the members of the League standing by the window watching someone.

“Sorry I’m late, I had to make up an excuse and find a substitute for my class… why is Guy Gardner flashing his anus on the window?” Vivian fell to Batman’s side and looked at the man who pressed his ass against the window glass with bright green light saying: BYE BYE BATS!

“You’re early,” Bruce told her and was about to cover her eyes from the sight. “You don’t need to see that.”

Vivian swatted his hand away and walked up to the window she knocked on the glass. Guy turned to see who it was and found Vivian looking at him with an unimpressed face. He smirked, “Liked the show, sweetheart?” 

“You need a shave, asshole,” Vivian told him. “Now, stop rubbing your shit on the window or I’m coming out there and use your face to wipe that clean.”

“Geez, you’re no fun,” Guy pulled up his pants again and flew away.

Turning to the Justice League, Vivian sighed and gestured to the table for them to start the meeting. 

“Sorry about that,” Hal told her.

“Well, it’s Guy,” Vivian shrugged. Turning to her husband, Vivian said to him, “That one’s going to haunt me for a while. I’m sure I saw the inside of his ass. And I thought demons and hell are scary.”

Batman smirked. “I’ll make sure you don’t get nightmares about it later.”

“Oh, and how are you going to do that?” Vivian bit her lip to stop her smile.

“Stop, just stop,” Hal told them, disgusted to see Batman flirting. She’s his wife and all, but it’s still hard to see the Batman being all flirty.

“That’s not even the worst of it,” Superman muttered.

[heevee-likes-soup]

Hongjoong x Reader |1K- 1 Trope|

>> 1K- 1 Trope series: A start of me to start publishing/ Get back into writing, 1 character, 1 Trope, 1 K words <<

>> Soulmate AU <<

>> Summary: "Can I get a coffee?" Must have been amongst the most boring words you could've wished for on your wrist. The first words your soulmate would say to you. <<

>> Rating: Fluffy/ SFW <<

You weren't too interested in your Soulmate, on most days. Today, wasn't such a day. You were out with friends yesterday evening, it wasn't anything too big. Just some drinks, some catching up. Nothing special. And then one of them started to rant about her new Boyfriend, and how she was so happy with him. Most people found their Soulmates in Highschool, or College. You, were a professional by now, with all that already over, working a boring life- well, working in music production was never boring. And your career was blooming. Going from simply boringly watching and working with the hardware, to now some of your own creations being sold to clients.

You never bothered to look for your soulmate. The words on your forearm weren't much of a hint. "Can I get a coffee?" were about the most boring words you could've ever asked for.

But back to your friend, as she was talking about her new boyfriend- that's when it happend. A guy walked by, no one payed much attention to him as he passed. But seemingly, neither did he. As he tripped over your bag placed next to the table, he inconveniently spilled his cocktail a little- on said friend.

"Not the Pineapple!" he exclaimed as the fruit pick slipped out of the drink before her. "Not the…" she slowly repeated.

That's how they met.

And that caused your current, mental exhaustion. She needed all the moral support she could get that evening, explain to her new boyfriend- well, now ex, what had happend.

Now, you were about as done with dating as it got. Your last partner was lackluster, not just in bed, just in generell. It didn't hurt ending things, and for two years, you didn't really bother in dating, for this exact reason. Soulmates made 'casual' relationships messy.

This morning wasn't difficult because of any hangover from the night before, you kept calm with the drinks. It was difficult because said emotional support ended up in a three-hour call.

"Oh you look dead." Your oh so sunny coworker smiled when he entered your studio. "I know." You simply sighed, dropping your head down onto your arm pillow. "I had two hours of sleep- I had to help a friend break up with her boyfriend since she ran into her soulmate. How does that just happen?" You let out a small whine with the last word, muffled by your hand. "Oh, Great for her." Yunho smiled. He squinted looking at you. "I'm… gonna get you some caffeine." he simply smiled and walked through he studio office.

"Actually, we have a short notice coming in later." Yunho announced as he returned with two cups of coffee, sitting one down on your desk, seating himself next to you on the chair. The desk set up simply holding a few monitors with two seats. "Since we had a really empty day Boss squished him in for a recording later. He said the guy is good- has his own beats and everything, kind of just in search for some second opinion and professional recording." You nodded, taking only half the information in as you sipped on the bitter coffee. It did revive you somehow.

After falling asleep twice in front of your screen, the third time the different colored beams of the music program in front of you started to mush together, you took it as a sign- getting up, opening up some windows, and walking into the small in-office kitchen.

There, to your dismay, you discovered the coffee can to be already empty. No wonder with the caffeine addiction raging within this team.

You cautiously opened the water container, filling it up by the sink. Washing the can itself through once, not really caring about any coffee remains. You placed everything carefully back together again. Lastly, you replaced the filter, and started scooping the pulverized coffee carefully in. One for each cup made… which would summ up to 6, two for each, yunho, you, and your shared boss. Then an extra spoon for caffeine and one fo-

"Can I get a coffee?" A smiley voice sounded behind you. With a shrug you added another two scoops. "If you like it strong, sure." you answered without much of thought.

You managed to actually put the second spoon in, before your brain caught up. The silence now seeming deafening. You slowly turned around- god, the guy was gorgeous. His features were sharp, yet… detailed. It reminded you of a neatly cut diamond, sharp and refined. His hair was pushed back, split into two colors, one side black, the other nearly white.

His dark eyes went wide, probably matching your own face right now. His clothes were also oddly your style- the jacket hung oversize, a matching turtleneck and simple fitting pants while he paired it with colorfully painted sneakers. "Hi" he then smiled and oh god- his smile was full, it stretched over his face and was endlessly bright. "Hi…" you could only answer, looking down at the words on your wrist slowly filling up.

Your own phrase now appearing underneath his words. A moment of silence passed.

"I'm Hongjoong" he then smiled. And oh god- you could just die the way he looked at you. His features may have been sharp, but his eyes seemed like they were shining. "Y/N" you only answered with a small smile.

The lack of sleep, and amount of caffeine made you feel light headed to begin with, but this whole thing- This man- No, Hongjoong in front of you, made you feel a whole different way of dizzy.

"Oh I see you two ran into each other yourselves." Yunho smiled walking into the small office kitchen, slowing down his step while looking back and forth. "What…" he tried to ask until he caught onto how you were holding your wrist. "Can I get a coffee?" Yunho repeated with a grin. "I really love coffee-" Hongjoong shrugged still smiling at you.

[graysnetwork]

i saw that you had keegan requests open and was wondering if could elaborate more on meeting or general relationship with southern!keegan ? i love the way you write him and so i got curious when you mentioned it hehe. totally fine to ignore this too ✮ <3 tysm for your writing !!

tysm babes🙈💕

I should totally make this another series🙇🏻‍♀️

a few headcannons

- A gentlemen.

Keegan has this law that he abides by to treats you with the utmost respect and care. Opening doors, buckling you into your seat, buying you flowers, providing for you, cleaning and fixing your car—because a pretty thing like you shouldn’t pay a thousand dollars on something your man can fix.

There’s been several times Keegan’s had to lecture you.

“I know you’ve always been an independent woman, and I.. admire that ‘bout you, but you’re with me now. Alright, sweetheart? I open your door for you when we’re together.” Keegan says and closes your door again just to open it for you.

- The boots👅

Okay, perhaps this is self indulgent🤓

Keegan owns 500 pairs of boots, work boots, clean boots, his rodeo boots, and a few others. He likes them and he knows he looks good in them—or really, he just knows you like seeing him in them.

And when he pairs his boots with his cowboy hat he might as well just meet you in bed already and smack the hat right on your own head.

- Working

The man is a hard worker on the field and off. Taking care of the little lambs and bunnies you wanted so badly on your small farm. He just looks so scrumptious when he’s walking to the little barn while you sit on the porch and pet your golden retriever.

Don’t even get me started on his body babes.

Keegan walks around the house house and land when you two are out on purpose. He likes how your eyes burn holes into his body as he lifts hay off his Ford F-150 and leads the horses back to the barn.

Sometimes he even goes out with a shirt so you can watch him take it off.

Something about the was his pants fit him so good, and he has those boots on and the cowboy hat sits perfectly on his head as he walks around in the sun, is just 👌

A lone drop of sweat making its way down his back as he adjusts his hat is better than any smexy romance movie you’ve watched.

- Truck

His truck is on of his most prized possessions—the first being you obviously🙄.

But he has an old truck from his dad that’s in the garage because it barely runs anymore but he can’t bring himself to sell it. So he still has it but he drives his newer Ford F-150 instead. It’s also very special to him since it’s his first car bought on his own. And he looks damn good driving it.

Especially at the family functions when he’s backing in, looking back as he’s parking. And he gets out to unload the coolers for the party.

Oh and trailing back to the thing about him providing for you. He definitely bought you a little G-wagon or a a Bronco because he doesn’t need you complaining about how his truck feels like driving a tank.

At this point he’ll buy you a car for each day of the week, or your moods.

—

You’d just been stuffed with food by your in laws at the family thanksgiving dinner and you and Keegan were just about ready to leave before the topic about some cars had rekindled. Now you had to stand in the garage by the rest of your (fairly new) family, watching as Keegan, his dad, brother, and his sisters husband talked about how to fix something to do with the engine. Or something like that, you didn’t really pay attention.

But now you were interested as Keegan explained he’d done the same thing to your car sometimes last week and he knew how to fix the damn thing.

You could feel yourself getting.. (erm👀) interested as Keegan mansplained how to fix whatever was wrong with the car. Something about the way he was taking initiative, talking, fixing, and leaning over the car was subtly reminding you his little habits in bed.

And once he finished fixing the problem and the car was as good as new, you pulled him out of the house without anymore side conversations and got him to go home quickly where he gave you the best night in bed.

—

Or when you watched him mowing the lawn as you sat on your porch. It was hotter than anything you’d seen in your life. Was it normal to be this attracted to your husband? You didn’t know.

But you sat there in your silk pajamas he’d paid for as he pushed the lawn mowers across the grass. His torso on full display as he did so. His muscles flexed as he walked with the machine. Maybe you’d have to drag him back to bed after all.

I absolutely loved writing this, i had sm fun (can you tell? *literally wrote too many paragraphs*)

i’m definitely gonna have to write more of this version of him. lmk some more things i should add to his list of green flags🙇🏻‍♀️

thanks for coming to my ted talk👅

[fjadwrites]

So Boonboomger is done...

...and it just added to my list of Super Sentai series that I haven't watched after Ryusoulger.

Why did I stop? Definitely not because I don't like it anymore. That much I can tell.

Was it the characters? I'm sure it's not the plot. But something was definitely stopping me from watching Sentai the same way as before. I just couldn't tell what.

Anyway, we'll see if Gozyuger will change that for me. Or maybe I should just start watching the other series without any thought of other things.

LIST OF SUPER SENTAI SERIES I HAVEN'T WATCHED IN A LONG WHILE:

Lupinranger VS Patranger (I know this was shown after Kyuranger, but I seriously haven't watched this at all)

Kiramager

Zenkaiger

Donbrothers

King-ohger

Boonboomger

Now if I were to consider the number of episodes on each of these series... THAT'S A LOT OF EPISODES TO WATCH. And don't say that each episode is short. I know that. But the amount of episodes is still overwhelming for me. Should I do it 1 episode every day? Just so I can catch up?

I really need to do something about this.

[thekittyokat]

you ever just have a lot, a LOT of feelings all at once about a character and not even remotely enough words or brainpower to FORM the words to describe everything you're feeling. so it feels like you may explode. yeah

[peteytheparrot]

Ok but only A Series of Unfortunate Events could open with such a good quote every episode like ‘Darling, Dearest, Dead’ goes SO hard wtf…

[shannonsketches]

he's so important to me

[shigussy]

i keep getting tiktoks of these younger gen z kids referencing a time they did something relating to fandom in public and now they're embarrassed by it and everytime i see one i sit there thinking over all of middle and high school and having genuinely 0 moments that i feel embarrassed by, like i definitely did a lot of shit these kids would be embarrassed by but i think these are all just really fucking funny

also photographic evidence of the kinda kid i was. these are from 2014/15 when i was in 8th grade

-desolation row one shot(still on wattpad gerard way/reader smut)

-twerk it on (mcr crack fanfic no longer on wattpad but i have another fic in my library called twerking in taco bell which definitely ALSO used for my reading log)

-frank iero must die(a serial killer/assassin frerard fic, still on wattpad)

-hair (really vague maybe a phanfic? nowhere in my wattpad library rip)

my binder i used in 7th grade i had a blue one that looked pretty similar to this for 8th grade but idk where it went, also the parts i scribbled out are my full legal name i had written on it. i wrote it normally and then the big spot is where i wrote my name REALLY BIG in elysian code from the vladimir tod books. also the lines are from when i used an exacto knife to cut up some papers and forgot that my binder was underneath

in conclusion yall can now see why im so shameless about talking about shigaraki the way i do

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

rewatching 13s era for me is not so much diminishing returns as it is something opposite and eviler...............increasing losses? increasing losses

[reticent-fate]

i Need you to understand that i am just a simple little digimon redemption machine

the squeaky lil gazimon that serve etemon on the server continent? get those critters some beef jerky and cat toys

devimon from adventure? that's a friend waiting to happen

i see milleniummon and i go "that's a friend right there, get the lads some fruit salad"

kurata can suffer in digihell but i'll take his gizmon, they're cute

i just think they're neat

-sky

[bistaxx]

I wish I had more time to properly catch up on qsmp, I just feel so impossibly behind

[brinnanza]

genuinely I think margo would have been a better pick for loving fillory so much it makes a cure flower bloom. because at this point, quentin's love is nostalgic. it got him through a lot. and even living a whole life there with eliot isn't enough because he's still reckoning with the fact that eliot didn't want that, didn't want to try again.

but margo? margo loves fillory, but not out of nostalgia or childlike innocence. margo loves fillory like a goddamn adult, someone who sees everything fillory is, all its fucked up contradictions, all its faults, everything stupid and wrong and loves it anyway. loves it enough to want to change it, to make it better.

yknow who else could love fillory enough? fucking fen. fillory is her home. like she loves earth and new york, but it's never gonna be her home, where her people are, where her family is buried. of course fen loves fillory in a deeper, much more intrinsic way than quentin ever could.

also unrelated but margo could have left her goddamn eyeball on the kitchen counter to go save her fuckin life partner but what do I know about writing why even introduce the fact that she can pop her damn fairy eye out