#idk what base lone trail is

[bigkickguy]

saria and silence training ! I just think they should spar and get Close ;)

[thesewordsareallihavetogive]

Cold Nights to Sunday Mornings - bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader

Summary: 2.1k words. loosely inspired by "Hold My Girl" by George Ezra. (idk what to put for the summary but! pls trust that it's worth your time bc i'm proud of this :) )

Warnings: lots of angst & fluff to redeem the angst

a/n: the fall semester just started & i've been really busy so i'm just as shocked as you are that i'm actually posting a fic. enjoy & please let me know what you think <3

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“Baby, we have to get up,” she pleaded. Bradley ignored her request and wrapped his arms around her midsection tighter.

A soft displeased hum left her lips—though it was mostly in jest. She could never be anything but content in Bradley’s arms. The sound only had the aviator nuzzling his head further against her neck, peppering light kisses across the exposed skin.

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Before y/n, Bradley never slept in. Rooster was his call sign for a reason. For better or for worse, he had a habit of being up before the sun and the rest of the sane world. 

Sleeping in meant that he was only prolonging the amount of time he spent in bed alone. The barrack beds were uncomfortable and cold. When he’d been promoted and was able to arrange for housing off-base he ran into the same issue. A thousand dollars and a new mattress later, the comfort issue was fixed. He might as well have been sleeping on a damn cloud. But his bed was still cold. And lonely.

Without an alarm clock he rose every morning no later than 5:30 a.m.. Maybe it was because of all his years in the military. Maybe it was the broken teenager inside of him that was always running—from his past, to his future, to find someplace somewhere that he could rest easy—and damn, was that exhausting. Everyone he loved and counted on died suddenly, or abandoned him, or died slowly.

As he got older, he found a little bit of peace. Bradley worked his ass off and earned his successful career. He reconnected with his estranged Godfather. He was reassigned to the same base he spent most of his early childhood at.

He slept better after that. In his mid-thirties, it was about damn time that he was able to relax a bit. Yet still, no amount of blankets warmed up the everpresent unwelcome chill.

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One morning he had a particularly unpleasant wake-up. At just after 4 in the morning, Bradley woke up drenched in sweat. The nightmares weren’t frequent, but they weren’t uncommon. It came with the territory of being directly involved in combat. He couldn’t go back to sleep–he never could–so he got up. He cleaned his entire house. He watched a movie that he wasn’t paying attention to. He went for a run. He didn’t bother counting the miles, he just ran until he felt better; even though he never really did. When he was done showering, it was finally a socially acceptable hour to call someone.

Bradley’s thumb hovered over Pete’s phone number. Before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed harder than necessary on the screen and winced as the phone rang. After 3 rings Bradley’s tense shoulders deflated. Just before the call went to voicemail, it was picked up with haste. Shuffling could be heard on the other end of the line.

“Hi sweetie!” That’s not Maverick.

“Hey Penny…” he trailed off awkwardly. He was hardly prepared to have a conversation with his godfather, much less his godfather’s girlfriend.

“Mav is out in the hangar right now working on his plane,” Penny explained with a sarcastic air of ‘what else is new?’. There was more shuffling as Penny moved to hold the phone between her shoulder and ear. She had a splatter or two of pancake batter on her manicured hands. Pete would just have to suck it up when he saw the evidence on his phone later.

“I’m making breakfast right now, would you like to come over? I’ll make up a plate for you, hun,” Penny offered sweetly. She was so caught up in putting together her Sunday breakfast feast that she hardly realized she never asked Bradley why he called.

The younger man paused for a moment. He didn’t want to impose, but he really didn’t want to be alone right now.

Pete met Bradley at the front door with a fond smile. Bradley tried his best to return the smile but he wasn’t successful. His lips just looked like they were twisted in pain and there wasn’t much light in his eyes. Maverick’s brow furrowed. He wouldn’t push until the kid was ready to open up, and he had a feeling that wouldn’t be until after he had a plate full of Penny’s famous pancakes.

Amelia all but inhaled her breakfast before she twirled around the house like a mini tornado, grabbing her bag and keys and shouting ‘ThanksforbreakfastI’mgoingtothebeachwithsomefriendsloveyoubye!’ as the door slammed shut behind her. Maverick’s eyebrows raised and Penny just shook her head with a smile.

The older woman subtly watched Bradley clear his plate. She waited until he swallowed his last bite of food and washed it down with orange juice before she rested her soft hand over his white knuckle clenched fist on the table.

“What’s going on, Bradley?” she asked gently. She was careful–like he was a scared animal that might bolt in an instant. Pete leaned in, making sure he was within his godson’s line of sight too. Bradley couldn’t meet either of their eyes. He cleared his throat and was quiet for a moment.

He told them about the nightmare. About the cold sweat, and the cold sheets, and the cold bed, and the cold empty house. Mav’s heart broke. He was trying his best to do right by Goose; he’d just barely managed to repair his relationship with his godson, but he supposed there was only so much he could protect the younger aviator from.

Pete reached across to rest an arm on Bradley’s shoulder. He tensed then relaxed, but didn’t shake off Mav’s hand. Maybe that was a good sign. Penny’s gaze was sympathetic. Bradley rarely opened up to anyone, but he knew Penny was the person to go to when pity would make him nauseous.

“It might be helpful to get some company,” the older, wiser woman suggested and squeezed Bradley’s hand. His fist unclenched a bit. Pete had been mostly silent up until this point. He wasn’t good with emotions, that much was obvious to anyone who’d spent more than half an hour outside of work with the man.

“Company other than one night stands and the stray cats you swear you don’t feed,” Pete remarked. Rooster chuckled. It was the first genuinely positive reaction they’d seen from him this morning. The cats are lovely company, thank you very much, Bradley thought.

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Bradley tried to get his shit together. He was mostly successful. He officially took in one of the stray cats. He brought him to the vet and made sure his vaccines were up to date and got the poor cat neutered. A cat tree tower took residence next to the backdoor Bradley left cat food out by.

He even tried his hand at gardening. He started a small vegetable garden and did a bit of landscaping. Two months ago he didn’t know which perennials were best suited for California weather, much less how to take care of them. Now he’d installed a carefully timed automatic sprinkler system and even built a tarp over part of the earthy plot to prevent too much sun exposure for some of the more delicate plants.

You have to love yourself before you can love someone else.

Bradley was convinced that phrase was absolute bullshit. Plenty of people were in happy relationships and still went through bouts of being miserable with themselves. Penny tsked Bradley’s pessimism at her bar top. She’d unofficially taken on the role of being his intermittent therapist.

“Bull shit or not, you need to work out some of your own issues before you start dating around,” she said pointedly. She was being pulled in the opposite direction by another bartender that needed her help when she shouted back to Bradley, “Don’t you dare download Tinder, mister!” The exclamation was far too loud for Bradley’s taste, especially when several heads suddenly whipped around to focus on him.

So work out his issues he did. 

He stopped throwing himself into work and ruthless workouts simply for the sake of avoiding his thoughts and being alone. He tried out sitting in silence with his thoughts in his lonely house. He hated it. But he got better at it over time. Goose the cat climbing across his lap and snuggling against his thigh made things better.

Companionship. Mav and Penny were right. He needed someone outside of work. Someone whose life didn’t center around the Navy or planes or beer.

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y/n wasn’t who he ever imagined ending up with. She didn’t particularly care for the U.S. military-industrial complex. She wasn’t a beer girl and she wasn’t very good at driving. She was afraid of heights so she preferred not to fly when she traveled. Whenever she could drive instead of take a flight, she would—even though she’s admittedly a bad driver.

y/n loved Bradley’s cat. She was a cat and a dog person. She was also a bearded dragon person—something that Bradley did not expect to learn about anyone over the age of 20. Her eyes were filled with wonder when she first laid eyes on his thriving vegetable garden.

y/n was very outdoorsy. She loved nature and the beach, she dragged Bradley out of his cold house more times than he could count. The more time y/n spent at his house, the less cold it felt. She brought Bradley on hikes—he had no idea how many trails and reserves were within driving distance. Bradley always drove.

Their green thumbs linked well together. y/n introduced several cat-safe plants to the interior of Bradley’s home. Every once in a blue moon, the couple would spend time at y/n’s apartment. Her roommate was even less of a fan of the military-industrial complex and it showed. One morning Bradley woke up before y/n so he headed to her kitchen to make them breakfast. Her roommate, Allie, woke up early as well. A not-so-casual conversation ensued (read: scrutinizing questions) about Bradley being ‘“Property of Uncle Sam” over the sound of scrambled eggs sizzling. After that, Bradley suggested they spend more time at his house. It was roomier, he reasoned. y/n snorted. “You just don’t want Allie talking at you at the butt crack of dawn,” y/n corrected. Bradley nodded with tight lips.

Mav and Penny enthusiastically offered to help move y/n into Bradley’s home after the spunky y/h/c accepted his offer with a massive grin and a PG-13 kiss.

Now that Bradley woke up with y/n in his arms every morning, he wasn’t really eager to hop out of bed anymore. He was pretty sure the last time he habitually woke up later than 9 in the morning on weekends was when he was in high school.

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y/n huffed and leaned back into Bradley’s warm embrace. The man was practically a space heater in bed, but he was her space heater.

She twisted around in his arms with a grin so that they were chest to chest. Bradley’s legs tensed when y/n’s cold feet assaulted his skin.

“We need to go feed Goose,” y/n reasoned, even though she knew full well that Bradley couldn’t be reasoned with when he was comfortable in bed. Comfortable and bed were two words that weren’t associated with each other for quite a long time for Bradley.

“He can starve for a bit,” he mumbled without opening his eyes. y/n gasped and swatted his arm. The corner of his lip twitched into a grin as he leaned forward to blindly press a kiss to y/n’s face. 

“You have morning breath, Brad,” she wrinkled her nose. He squinted one eye open and stuck his tongue out at y/n. She rolled her eyes but she too snuggled further into his warm embrace. 20 minutes or so passed by. y/n was falling in and out of almost asleep, and she was ready to get the day going.

She squirmed in Bradley’s arms again.

“Bradleyyy,” she groaned, feeling antsy. The aviator shook his head with a smile. For the first time all morning, he cracked his eyes open. The light streaming through the window highlighted the flecks of gold in his beautiful big brown eyes and y/n forgot what she was going to say.

“Shhh, five more minutes” he hushed softly and pressed a kiss to y/n’s nose, a content smile on his face.

“Give me a minute to hold my girl.”

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[familyofpaladins]

okay so I came up with this idea long before season 4. Possibly after I first watched the show (which was after season 2). And while its aleady poven wrong, theres a couple things I want to add to theories about what's happening in season 4, but i will put those thoughts (and any season 4 spoilers) under a cut. But the rest you can read as a story idea or au if you want

(Also, sorry for typos and lack of capitalizing, I typed it in a note app first and it doesnt automatically capitalize new sentences)

ok ok so this idea is basically MK is a stone egg baby kinda based on the idea of hatching an egg under a toad makes a basilisk, but if you sit a mystic monkey on a rock and have him wish for a successor he hatches one ANYWAY idk if this stone is already magic or not. but wukong sits on a stone on a mountain near the city and looks over the city. he admires the view and kinda wishes how he had someone to spend it with. but also he's lonely and maybe is kinda preparing to end his immortality. but he doesnt want to leave the city/world unprotected, and that maybe he could train someone to take over for him. but this is all just a passing thought! he barely even realizes that he thought it! he turns into a bird and flies back to ffm little does he know that in his thinking, some of his magic was absorbed by the stone. but that alone isnt enough to hatch a baby.

the stone sits on a hiking trail. A hiking trail that a certain pig likes to hike when he needs to get out some of his frustration when it's been a bad day in the noodle shop. He likes to sit on the nice big stone and look at the city. He can see his shop from here and he knows no matter how bad a day he had, the shop is worth it. And maybe he thinks about how the building had been passed down through his family, but who was he going to give it to? (not that he's anywhere near old enough to give up the shop, but… he didnt have any family.) hmmm maybe he should hire some help? hmm other places deliver. maybe he could get someone to do that? absent thoughts, and relief gained, the pig continues home. none the wisher that the stone has taken in his thoughts and wishes

And maybe the pig comes back on the trail with a scholar to show him the view, and maybe the scholar complains about his ankles and asks to sit down. and maybe he starts to tell stories of the Monkey King and maybe the pig is a little less than attentive , and the scholar wishes for someone who enjoys the tales as much as he does. And after they finish enjoying the sunset they continue on their way. none the wiser to the stone that holds warmth from more than just the setting sun.

More people come and sit on the stone to look at the beauty of the city and bask in its warmth. A couple with their baby daughter who has too much energy for their house of collections. A big blue guy who is trying to cool his temper by going on hikes and befriending the wildlife. and maybe they all come back at various times. and they sit on the stone.

And the stone has been storing their energy and wants and desires until one day

one day the pig is hiking to his favorite spot. but before he gets there he finds a little lost child on the path. who would just leave a child on the trail?? he takes the child back to the city. no parents are ever found and well, they've gotten a little attached to each other. it's not for another couple months that he has a chance to go back to the trail and is very disappointed that his favorite spot to sit is no longer there. (who moves a stone?!)

As for the monkey king. maybe he senses something (but doesnt know what exactly) when the stone hatched. or maybe he's observing the city again when he's drawn to a noodle shop. Inside he sees the pig and the scholar and a child. He thinks what ever he sensed was the pig and scholar, since they so closely resemble his old companions. However the child steals his attention as he climbs the stool onto the counter to swipe the noodles from a bowl with out the other two noticing at all. the King finds the kid amusing and decides to check in on him anytime he decides the visit the city. and finds he does so more and more often and the kid reminds him of himself.

And as the years go on, he thinks that maybe just maybe, he could retire and this kid could be his successor. yeah, that seems like a good plan! the kid was just like him, but also better. who better to give his powers to?

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 4 BELOW

okay. so obviously this idea is wrong firstly in that in canon MK's stone came from Moneky King's stone, whereas my idea had it be a completely different stone.

Canon also makes it seem like someone deliberately made MK. But I do wonder if the person or whoever or whatever realized what they were doing though, and didnt realize they succeeded and that's why MK was able to just wander up to Pigsy's shop. Maybe. Idk

I DO THINK that the whole reason Monkey King started watching Mk was because he sensed Something about the kid (even if he didnt consciously realise it or pinpoint what exactly he was sensing) and decided to keep watching him. And after a while decided that if anyone would be his successor it should be this kid! (Genuinely unaware of the link they share)

[reverie-starlight]

{lover- m. atsumu}

I was listening to lover and I got inspired... this song makes me feel all kinds of lonely. Like- there's lonely, and then there's the kind of lonely I feel while listening to Lover.

Please enjoy this! I had fun writing it. I even made a special header for it cause this has literally been months in the making. I used the lover logo and everything hehe.

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Warnings: some language and alcohol consumption by reader, like one (1) dirty joke. slightly suggestive, but very very briefly in a couple spots. this is one of the fluffiest things I've ever written and I blame Taylor Swift for making me soft. not proof read.

Character: Miya Atsumu (you have no idea how long this has been sitting in my drafts under the name (lover- unspecified hq character) because I couldn't decide between Akaashi, Atsumu or Suna. Of course Atsumu prevailed bc I am in love with him.)

Word Count: idk but it’s long... definitely closer to 2k?

Synopsis: A collection of moments from when you and Atsumu navigate having your own home and living together for the first time.

Notes: The way this is set up isn't going to match the song 100%, I just chose some stand out lyrics, so it's a songfic, but not really. It isn't the whole song. And these moments aren't like, in sequence or anything, it's basically drabbles based on whatever I thought of for the chosen lyric.

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we could leave the christmas lights up 'til january

this is our place, we make the rules

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you were able to sit down on the sofa and admire your handiwork. You curled up against your boyfriend's side and smiled at what had been accomplished.

For the past week and a half, you and Atsumu had been busy moving into your new shared home. It was an apartment, and it was already a million times better than your previous living arrangements. You were living together now and it was surreal.

And what's more was that it was yours. You weren't just spending the night, you weren't visiting- it was your shared home with someone you cared for so deeply. It was your place, and both of you were free to do as you pleased with it.

"You know," you started off quietly, not wanting to disrupt the peace but also wanting to get this thought off of your mind. "We could potentially put up the Christmas decorations around the apartment one day after work this week. We're not running on anyone else's schedule anymore. We can literally put them up whenever we want."

Your boyfriend peered down at you and smiled. It wasn't one of his usual arrogant grins reserved for the court, or one of the teasing smirks that he used when he wanted to get on your nerves. This one was softer. It matched the look in his eyes and you knew it meant he was as happy as you were.

Tired from helping you move around furniture all day, but very happy.

"That's true. And that also means we wouldn't have to rush to take 'em down within a socially acceptable timeframe. 'Samu was always a stickler for that." He slightly shifted so that he could look at the one storage box that had been left out for the time being. In black marker it read Holiday Decorations- they had come from your old apartment.

You felt bad leaving your friend without any decorations at all, but since you paid for them (and Osamu refused to give his brother their shared box) you took yours with you.

"That is also true." You sighed and looked around the newly finished living room. A comfortable silence took over once again.

"So were ya thinking tomorrow after you get home, or..." Atsumu trailed off.

Home. He must've said sentences similar to that a million times over the course of your relationship, however it was always referring to a different place with people who weren't him. The weight of it was different now. Home was with him, and though it felt like that even before moving in together, home- as in the physical place you now lived- was also with him.

"That sounds perfect." you grinned up at him.

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have I known you 20 seconds, or 20 years?

The only way to describe this moment was pure.

Lying face-to-face in bed with your lover, not talking at all, just admiring each other. Sometimes he would brush away a strand of hair from your face and follow up with caressing your cheek. Talking wasn't needed. You were at a point in your relationship with Atsumu where silences didn't need to be filled with meaningless small talk.

You had an understanding of each other now and it ran so deep that you wondered how you hadn't known this man your whole life. In the grand scheme of your time on this planet, you had only known him for a small part of it.

It baffled you, in all honesty, how you knew he would be your forever.

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can I go where you go?

can we always be this close forever and ever?

When he first brought up the prospect of living together, you were a bit hesitant.

You knew there was no need to be, considering you had been together for years, but you were scared of change and you really loved how things were going. Moving in together was bound to cause more petty arguments until you could both navigate the new dynamics that it was bound to bring to your relationship.

And if you were being really honest, you were worried that you wouldn't necessarily have your own space- your room would now be shared, you had to be mindful of how you decorated the place so it would be to both of your likings... you were scared that moving in with someone (who wasn't just your roommate) would take away some of the joys of independence.

But once you got settled and used to living together?

You never wanted to be apart from him again.

Laughter rang through the kitchen as he flung some flour at you. It was one in the morning and the two of you decided it would be a good idea to make cookies.

"Okay, okay! I yield! Just stop!" He laughed as you were about to crack an egg over his head.

You set the egg down and pretended to be done with your attacks. Walking over to the sink to wash your hands as he put the cookies in the oven, you silently filled up a small cup with water.

"Alright, I'm gonna go change-" he was cut off by a splash of water in his face.

You grinned at him and started backing away as he wiped a hand over his face. He noticed you trying to sneak away and lunged at you.

"Oh no, you're not getting away that easy," he laughed, chasing you around the kitchen.

Yeah, you wouldn't trade living with him for the world.

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take me out, and take me home

You were drunk.

You had gone out with a group of your friends to celebrate a birthday and you were lucky enough to not be playing designated driver. You were going to offer but Atsumu suggested that he take that role on instead since he had practice the next day and didn't want to go in with a hangover.

("Plus," he said, "You always offer and you deserve to have some fun, too.")

You seldom drank when you went out with friends, usually just preferring to watch over them and make sure they were safe. Even Atsumu had only ever seen you drunk a handful of times, and never in a public setting with loud music and other drunk people involved. But tonight you decided that as long as he was there to keep you from doing something stupid, you could let loose. He had no idea what was in store.

So when you stumbled up to him and interrupted his conversation with one of your friend's boyfriends (who also opted to stay sober), he couldn't help but laugh a bit. You tried to lean on the bar beside you but missed it, causing your boyfriend to quickly catch you before you could drop to the ground. You bounced back quick from the embarrassment, using his hands on your waist to your advantage.

"Hey, handsome," you tried to flirt, putting your arms around his neck, "can I buy you a drink?"

He stared at you for a second before smirking. If he knew one thing about you when you got drunk, it was that your confidence could easily be turned into clinginess or shyness depending on how he responded to whatever advances you made.

He whispered something in your ear that made you flush. Then you were hiding your face in his neck as he laughed at you even more, patting your side.

"'Tsumu, c'mon, let me be the flirt in this relationship for once," you mumbled against him.

He rubbed your back comfortingly and said "I'm very sorry, baby, you can flirt with me all you want on the car ride home, kay?"

You nodded and brought your face out of hiding.

He checked his phone for the time. "We should get going, actually, it's getting pretty late. Is that alright with you, sweetheart?"

You nodded and jumped on him, making him scramble to catch you once again. "Take me home, lover."

And when he did eventually get you home, after saying bye to your friends, and a car ride full of your flirting, he realized had to carry you the whole way up. Sleepiness was taking over and you were getting sappy- his favourite part.

He sat you down on the bathroom counter, washing your face and brushing your teeth for you with the softest look in his eyes as you rambled on about all the reasons you loved him. He listened to you speak with a fond smile, small hums of acknowledgement leaving his mouth and his chest swelling with love.

"And, I'm just so proud of you, baby, you're amazing." You finished your slurred rant with a bright smile and a sloppy kiss to his forehead.

He giggled a bit and hugged you tightly before pulling away to look into your eyes. "You have no idea how much I love you. How grateful I am for you," he ran his hands up and down your sides and smiled when you squirmed. "Now let's get you into bed, sleepy." He peppered you with a few kisses before taking you to your shared bed and lying you down.

He always wanted to be the one who brought you home.

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and i'm highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you

i've loved you three summers now honey, but i want 'em all

He had taken you as his plus one to an event he was obligated to attend. It was some sort of banquet- you weren't really clear on all the details but you did know that it was a big deal for Atsumu. There was going to be a lot of potential sponsors for him and his teammates, so you wanted to make sure that you weren't being anything less than perfect so you wouldn't attach a negative image to him. (He told you that there was nothing to worry about, that nothing you could do or say would ever be so bad, but you worried anyway.)

You really were trying to be calm and collected.

But this girl, the daughter of a potential sponsor, was seriously pushing your limits.

The entire night she had been eying him, just waiting for you to leave his side- glaring at you then smiling at Atsumu if he happened to look over. You were not having it, obviously, and you tried to make it clear that she had no chance.

But she was persistent.

"I mean, come on, I can get my dad to sponsor you so easily- I have a lot of sway with him, you know? There’s just one condition you’d have to meet," you heard her say as you were walking out of the bathroom and back to his side.

You rolled your eyes. You knew your boyfriend was attractive- it wasn't unusual for people to try to flirt with him before realizing he wasn't single- and you knew you had nothing to worry about. He was so loyal and loving and he would never even entertain the thought of betraying you like that.

But sometimes he could be a bit dense.

He definitely wasn't the playboy flirt the media often made him out to be. In fact, you even made the first move before you started dating. He hadn't realized you were flirting at all until you made it clear to him.

So you didn't hold it against him when you heard him being friendly with the girl who now had a hand on his arm. You walked up beside him and looped your arm through his free one. He immediately turned and smiled at you, then tried to introduce the girl. 

“Oh, hey baby, there ya are. This is-” he widened his eyes at you in panic as he realized he forgot her name and you had to fight back the smile that was making its way onto your face. He quickly turned to face the girl to make it seem like he directed that last sentence at her. “My partner, (L/n) (Y/n).” 

She didn’t remove her hand from his arm and only seemed to latch onto him tighter at your arrival.

The girl faked a smile towards you. “Hi,” it was obviously cold, and if Atsumu hadn’t noticed her behavior before, he was definitely catching on now.

He pulled his arm out of her grasp and moved closer to you. “She was just telling me about how ‘er father’s company could be a potential sponsor. What were ya saying before about me having to meet a condition?” 

She flushed but didn’t lose any confidence. “Well, I was going to say the condition was buying me dinner... would you be interested, Atsumu?”

Your eyes widened at her use of his first name and he frowned. “Uh... definitely not. Please call me Miya. We’re not close, and we’re never going to be. Thank you for your sponsorship offer, but I think your condition is a little too impossible for me to meet. I have a partner and the least ya could do is respect that.”

With that said, he moved his hand into yours and tugged you along behind him. You stuck your tongue out at the girl as you passed her, not feeling bad at the embarrassed look on her face one bit.

Once you were out on the balcony, he apologized for not realizing she was flirting sooner. 

“’Tsum, it’s all good. Once you did realize it, you shut it down immediately. You did nothing wrong.” 

He nodded but you could still tell he felt guilty. You grabbed his hand and squeezed it so he would look at you. “If you feel bad about getting hit on a lot when I’m around, or flirted with despite this relationship being public knowledge, please don’t. I trust you and I know that you would never break that. It can be frustrating, and maybe some days I feel more insecure than others, but at the end of the day? We go home together. We’re a team, okay? I love you.”

Atsumu looked at you like you just hung the stars in the sky. “I love you so much.” He wanted to hug you, pick you up, kiss you- show you how much your words reassured him and how grateful he was for you. 

But there were still people on the other side of the door who would be eager to call the two of you out for being unprofessional at one of his work events. So instead he settled for placing a quick kiss on your hand.

He glanced through the doorway and then stood up. “How mad do you think my publicity rep would be with me if people saw us leaving early again?”

“He’d be pissed. You’ve been so good tonight.”

“And you’ve been perfect. Just like I said you’d be. I think we can risk a few articles, right?”

You sighed, but smiled up at him anyway. “One of these days we’ll see a work party through to the end, but today is not that day.” 

The two of you giggled and snuck out of the party, not caring one bit about the affronted looks of old businessmen or the teasing glances of his teammates.

The next morning, his phone was blowing up with angry messages from his managers and some snarky texts from his brother. He shut off his phone and rolled over to fall back asleep with you in his arms. 

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and you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me

“Baby, I lied, I have another one,” said Atsumu as he walked up to where you sat on the couch. 

You groaned. Your boyfriend had been telling you bad jokes all morning, obviously trying to get on your nerves, and you finally managed to get him to stop.

Or so you thought.

“Atsumu, I swear, it’s only been twenty minutes-”

“Just listen! I think you’ll like this one.”

You sighed. “Fine. Go ahead.”

He dramatically cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. “Now this may seem corny but you make me-”

“Atsumu,” you cut him off when you realized where the joke was going. 

“Knock knock,” he said, as if he anticipated you’d cut him off.

“Who’s there?” you couldn’t have sounded more done with him if you tried.

“Al.”

“Al who?”

“Al give you a kiss if you just open this stupid door!” The smile he gave you reminded you of a puppy after doing a trick- proud and looking for a positive response.

You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him.

“You’re lucky that one was cute- it made up for that other one.”

His smile widened. “Speaking of that one-”

“Oh fine, have your way.” You tried and failed to sound annoyed as you put your arms out for him. 

He laughed and picked you up, running to your shared room.

You had to admit- you were happy that you were the only one he directed those types of jokes to.

And even if they were lame, you still loved him with everything you had.

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you're my, my, my, my lover

[snow-in-liyue]

Albedo x Homunculus!Reader

Intro & Ch. 1 of the promised Albedo fic! :D Ch. 2 is written just not proof read so that will be out soon too... Idk how many chapters this is going to have I'm just winging it...

Description: Albedo tries his hand at creating an artificial human like himself, will he succeed?

Fem!Reader

TW: None

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Albedo had never considered himself a lonely person per se. In fact, most of the time he did much prefer to be on his own to continue alchemical studies or enjoy his time creating art. Although he always had others he could turn to for company, namely Sucrose, Timaeus, and Klee, he often found such social interactions to be tiring after too long in another's presence. That being said, he still couldn’t stop the brief moments of clarity he’d experience during experiments or studies of how dull his surroundings were without another’s existence to take up space around him. But such thoughts were always fleeting. Mere ‘what if’ scenarios that he’d ponder for a second before turning back to his desired work; engrossing himself entirely once again in his pursuit to the meaning of life and the truth of the world. 

This stayed his way of thinking until approximately a week after meeting the Traveler. On that day, a particularly strong snowstorm had engulfed the entirety of Dragonspine in the mid afternoon. Albedo had been working in his lab alone that morning before realizing that he had left a much needed slime condensation sample at his cabin. Leaving his current research materials in a locked chest for safety from lone Hillichurls or thieves, he decided to make the quick trip to retrieve the sample. The walk from his residence on Dragonspine to his open lab wasn’t long, simply being on the base of the mountain following the trail some ways north. Despite that, the weather had already begun to worsen by the time he arrived, wind picking up to an almost jostling speed and heavy, dark clouds overtaking the sky above. And in the few minutes it takes for him to unlock the door, find the right sample, and turn to leave, a snowstorm had already fully ascended onto the area. 

Although he knew that he could make the journey back to the lab if he wanted to, he decided it was not worth the energy. He wouldn’t be able to work in the environment regardless and would end up just coming back to his cabin. With a sigh, Albedo decided to leave the chosen day's work and take up another activity until the snowstorm had time to pass. All of his materials, including current notebook and tools, were at his lab so he was left with two choices to pass his time: a new sketchbook or his library. On one hand, the bleak atmosphere in the center of a snowstorm didn’t exactly ignite any inspiration for a painting or sketch, but on the other hand, he had already read all of his current books and could recount each story and scientific study that was held within their pages from how often they were reread.

After only a brief second of contemplation, Albedo grabbed his sketchbook and a pencil from the desk and took a seat by the window. Having no source of inspiration led him to staring at the blank pages and letting his eyes drift around his cold, dark study. Albedo wasn’t one to let himself feel vulnerable but in those minutes he felt cold. Too cold for someone largely unaffected by even Dragonspine’s year-around frigid temperatures. No. This wasn’t an external cold. More curious than anything, Albedo chose to focus on what he was feeling, as an artificial being he was always fascinated at the prospect of new emotions. 

Bored. But that also wasn’t quite it. Lacking stimulation but with a certain ache like he longed for something that didn’t exist and wasn’t there. Perhaps… Perhaps someone like him who could fill in the areas of his home that felt missing. Someone who could both understand his lust for knowledge and his personality as a whole; to be able to exist with him symbiotically and help him feel less alone in the world. And with that, Albedo began to sketch. His pencil glided gracefully across the paper, allowing his emotions to take free rein to stem out his newest project. 

You.

Chapter 1

A sketch of a girl and a newfound desire for companionship was all it took for Albedo to deep dive obsessively into copies of his mother’s notes on his ‘birth’. How she built him through soil and chalk and gave him life using the Art of Khemia was no easy feat and required extensive amounts of energy, focus, and details. Over the course of several long months and almost countless trials and errors, Albedo had finally succeeded in creating you, a homunculus just like himself. 

The first day you were conscious was difficult for both of you. To give you life Albedo had to transfer energy into your being, giving you a golden diamond on your neck matching his. But this process had taken its toll on his energy levels, though he possessed more stamina than even the most healthy of humans, you required an almost terrifying amount to kick start your life into being. As such, before you could begin to generate your own energy like Albedo could, he needed to sacrifice his own health. Albedo wondered at the time if Gold had the same experience with him or his other brothers, he didn’t remember the day of his birth but for some reason it didn’t seem likely. Perhaps it was divine punishment for an artificial being to play the gods himself and create a new soul, but he could only speculate. And so, when he forced all of the energy he could manage into your neck and sealed it within you and you still didn’t open your eyes, he had thought he had failed. Albedo panted and leaned against the wall to stay upright as he gazed at you for several long minutes, hoping, praying to a higher power perhaps that the most grueling work he had ever experienced in his long life had not been for nothing.  

That was how he ended up here, with you. Before you knew what was happening you had felt electricity exploding inside of you; spreading out to every inch of your being. Yet somehow you felt relaxed. Though you didn’t understand the meaning of the word or what was happening to you, you let yourself sink into the depths and allowed the warm feeling to engulf you whole. Then suddenly you felt a tug. Your chest expanded as air entered your system for the first time. On high alert and not understanding anything, your eyes pop open in shock and your limbs flail for a second, casting you into an upright position before freezing entirely. Chest heaving in effort and thoughts both blank and running haywire, your eyes shift around the room in a panic and land on the only other moving thing. 

Of course in time you would learn that this was Albedo, your creator. He seemed startled for a second, his eyes wide as they studied yours in great detail. Both of you remained unmoving for some time, both somehow expecting the other to initiate contact but unable to do so, with his energy reserves dangerously low and you not even having the slightest clue what was going on or who you even were. 

Finally, Albedo composes himself as much as he can and addresses you, “It is a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Albedo, can you understand anything that I’m saying?” You could, somewhat, but you were too afraid to test out making any noises yourself so he continued in a soft voice, “I spoke to you, as you were being created, I had hoped you might have been able to hear me…” 

He trails off, looking down at your neck for a second and adjusting his body that was leaning against the wall. “If you can understand me, know that you are not in any danger. I know that you must be confused and scared right now but we both need rest so I’m afraid everything will have to wait until later.” 

He’s right. You feel strange, awake by a thread held together with pure adrenaline and yet exhausted from the near-trauma of your ‘birth’. He could see it too, ever observant to the way your entire body shivers in effort and eyes reflect a weight far too heavy for someone not even an hour old to be carrying. Albedo walks toward you slowly, cautious in his movements to not startle you even more. You watch him closely, more with curiosity now than fear, your gaze darts back and forth on his figure, soaking up the new experience. The way his clothes rustle, his limbs moving, the shake in his hands in excitement or exhaustion even he couldn't tell. As he nears you though your focus becomes fixated on his eyes; so large and blue and framed with thick platinum lashes. You’re mesmerized by the depths of them; letting your body go slack from the comfort you find in them. You would soon learn you were feeling emotions, knowledge so ordinary but at that moment meant everything to you. 

Lost in your weak daze, Albedo takes the opportunity to gently guide your body back down onto the couch you were ‘born’ upon; your body lax in his hands as he molded you into a sleeping position. Soft fingers then slowly graze the skin of your cheek, long, graceful, and delicate in their touch as if the contact alone was capable of tainting the purity of your existence. Still unaware of anything happening, you put your life in his hands without a second thought, trusting on instinct that this person was safe. He felt safe. 

Albedo realized quickly that you didn’t know how to sleep so he moved his hand, from where it was caressing your cheek, up to coax your eyes to flutter close. But you had other ideas. At the motion you became aware of the movement, blinking was an unconscious action but now you could move them on will? Once his hand moved away your eyes opened again. And again he closed them. But you would rather look at him than the dark, why does he want your vision so black? You much preferred blue. 

At his third attempt to teach you, he chuckled at your little game. You didn’t know what that sound meant but it made you feel warm and bubbly so it must be good, your mouth twitched into a smile to mirror his. He seemed to like this response, “You need to rest, I’m sure the dark is scary at first but I need you to be brave, can you be brave for me?” 

Brave? What does it mean to be brave? Will he keep smiling for me if I’m brave? In that moment you think you would do anything he asked of you, not that that ever really changes. Once more he closes your eyes and this time you let him, you want to be brave. The pads of his fingers hold still on your lids for a few moments, just long enough to ensure that you understood what he wants from you. Though you can’t see him or feel him anymore you can sense that he is still there, and that is enough for you. And so Albedo stays planted right where he is, by your side, until you drift off into a dreamless, but restful, sleep. It doesn’t take long, your ‘birth’ had taken a lot out of you after all, as it had with him.

Although he didn’t require sleep like a human would, he found it was extremely efficient in restoring energy levels so he did often partake in the act. Energy could be recovered in many ways for an artificial being, through food, sleep, sunlight, and could be transferred from other life or even inanimate objects. 

Though when he tried to find rest in his sparsely used bedroom he suddenly found that he could not leave you. A paternal instinct perhaps? No no. He didn’t feel like a parent to you in the way he viewed his creator as his mother. This felt different somehow but he didn’t have the energy to ponder it so he pulled out a futon, one of the two he kept in a closet that Timaeus and Sucrose used on days when they would stay too long and were unable to make the trek back to Mondstadt. Along with the futon, now laid out next to the couch where you reside, Albedo also takes a blanket and covers your form in its warmth. Satisfied, he makes himself comfortable and lets sleep claim him as well. 

The next morning you felt much better. It felt like no time had passed at all before you became conscious again and noticed something light cut into the darkness behind your eyes. Should you keep your eyes closed? You debate for a minute and decide yes, he was happy when your eyes were closed, you felt warm when he was happy. Something else was also making you feel warm but in a different way, something was laid on top of you, a light pressure that wasn’t there before. Noises from somewhere filled in the space around you and you were tempted to see what was happening; eager to learn more. 

But you didn’t, that is until you felt a light nudge on you and heard Albedo speak up, “Good morning, are you awake?” He spoke softly should you still be asleep. With his permission, not that you understood anything he said, you finally opened your eyes, refreshed and looking forward to starting your first real day of life. 

That morning Albedo spent most of the time talking just to you, getting you used to his voice and his presence while also teaching you basics. You learned that the pressure on top of you was called a blanket, the brightness was sunlight, what you had done was called ‘sleeping’ and when you opened your eyes was ‘waking up’. Although you looked forward to learning new things, you still felt slightly scared, more anxious than anything, especially when he gave you the lesson of how to stand and support your own weight. He said it was very important that you control what you do without his guidance, he didn’t want you to be nothing but a puppet who only followed his orders. There were so many strange noises and sights and things to feel, learn, do, it was overwhelming. Albedo could see that as well, you were trying your hardest to take everything in as he talked to you but you began to look tired and confused once more. Finding a good place to stop, he decided it was time to show you what food was. 

Albedo let you watch him as you pleased as he prepared a simple eggs and toast breakfast for you. He walked you through the process; what this was, why he was doing that, how to do this part, etc. He doesn’t think he’s ever talked so much in one day but you were worth the effort. You were so captivated by the process of cooking, he thinks you haven’t shown interest like that in anything that he’s taught you so far. In fact, while before you were keeping your distance from him out of unknown fear, now you had situated yourself right by his side following his movements closely as you soaked in every detail you observed. Albedo was quite proud of how you were progressing, just like him you were an abnormally quick learner. 

Once breakfast was done and plated, you followed his lead on how to sit at the table and pick up your utensils. Albedo couldn’t help but smile fondly at your, admittedly, adorable expressions of confusion on the face that he had painted and carved with his own hands. Holding your fork seemed easy enough, just grip the end that does not have the pointy parts, but picking up food came with slightly more difficulty. You follow his motions carefully and he moves slower so that you can grasp what he was doing. However, when you try to do the same, your fork shakes and you cannot stab or scoop any of the eggs, it takes you several attempts and adjustments before you can successfully get a piece. Albedo is patient with you all the while but once you have something on your fork you freeze; too scared it will fall off. 

“Let me help,” Albedo spoke before moving towards you and placing his hand over where yours rests on the fork handle, “Don’t be afraid, you can always try again. Your mistakes are what lead you to victory, you should not be afraid of them.” 

Dropping this ‘egg’ is a mistake so what is the victory? Is that good? It sounds good. Being afraid was how you felt when Albedo was not with you, you did not like that feeling, you know you don’t want to be afraid. Albedo had taught you that being ‘brave’ was the opposite of being ‘afraid’ but that you had to be afraid to be brave… Many things are confusing.

With a guided motion, Albedo brought your fork up, and mimicking what you saw him do, you opened your mouth and let him feed you. As soon as it hits your taste buds your eyes widen in newly discovered glee and, to his surprise, your neck diamond glows warmly at the emotion, that needed some testing but he’s sure it’s nothing harmful. Albedo watched as you moved your jaw up and down like he had, though more awkward and ungraceful, before you seemed to realize the purpose of the motion and got the hang of it better. Knowing you’d need more instructions for the next part, he places his hand softly over the junction of your throat and caresses up and down. At first you were confused, albeit shy, by the touch but you remembered what he called ‘swallowing’ and like that it was gone. He had said this ‘food’ gave you energy and that you needed to eat as much as you could. Once you are done with your lesson on eating, he moves back over to his plate and resumes breakfast, watching you all the while with an analytical blue gaze as you concentrate with practicing, learning and perfecting on your own with each trial-and-error.

Perfect, he thinks, you have the ability to solve your own problems and make your own decisions, everything is going smoothly so far. 

After the energy recharge, he teaches you more valuable lessons such as putting dishes away, cleaning them, washing hands, keeping things clean. Albedo had to simplify his explanations so much but thankfully he has had practice with talking to and teaching Klee as well so he was more than prepared. The process was long and some moments were better than others but you had progressed smoothly, beyond his expectations. With being his first artificial human test subject Albedo had expected more problems to arise.

This continues for another week before you practice speaking yourself, and then another two for you to begin speaking eloquently, though with a still limited vocabulary, like you have been your entire life. As you grasped speech, he began ending the day by asking you questions about how you felt, what sort of things you were pondering during the day, your thoughts on your lessons, among other things. A physical exam was also performed, he said it was to check on your bodies ‘adjustment to life’ or something like that. You didn’t care. It was just boring having to stand there while he poked and prodded your skin, checking on your eyes and movement and especially the diamond on your neck. He would spend the most time placing his hands over the gold to ‘check your vitals’ as he called it, it always made you feel warm, much too warm than what you were accustomed to. 

Everyday Albedo also made sure to read to you, stopping when you had questions or wanted to try saying a word, but your favorite time was when it was night and he would read you adventure books called ‘light novels’. In some of them he showed you the illustrations that he drew himself and you always gazed in awe. Your creator was amazing. He made sure that you understood these emotions and how to express them, unlike after his birth when Gold was only focused on teaching him alchemy. You were going to be different, he decided. He wanted to give you choices that he never received himself and he would simply be your teacher, there to guide you, not control.

You were going to be his greatest creation, he would make sure of it.

[writersblockended]

Hawks Masturbating Drabble:

NSFW 18+ Minors DNI

CW// nsfw, swearing, slight vouyerism/ Pervy hawks

- fem bodied reader & Hawks POV

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Keigo plopped down on his office chair and turned his head to look outside his window. He sighed knowing he was gonna stay in his office for a couple more hours doing paperwork. It’s already almost evening and he’s still got tons of work due this Friday night, so he decided to do the right thing and stay up later than usual so he could enjoy his weekend off. He’s used to this routine of staying up late in his office but he just wishes he had some more time to himself.

He sighs again and turns back to face his desk, turning on his work laptop and types away at his case reports.

After an hour and a half of progress he decided he was gonna take a break, so he went down to the main floor to pick up something to eat from the food court. He was just gonna grab a water and an apple to keep his energy up.

When he reached the elevator he pushed down the button to the main floor and leaned back on the steel wall. If only he could get take out right now...nah I’ve got to keep in shape I can’t go around eating junk all the time...

He shrugged his head and let himself close his eyes as he felt the elevator do its job. He then heard the ding of the elevator and opened his eyes again expecting to be in the first floor, but instead his eyes met a short figure.

He saw you

He raked his eyes from bottom to top. Starting with your heels to your legs, and then those thighs, keeping his eyes at the level of your short and tight , black skirt that shaped your hips perfectly. Keigo looked up and realized you had your eyes fixed right on him so he cleared his throat awkwardly and looked away. He knew his face was red with how hot he was feeling.

Well that was embarrassing...

He observed the way you moved when you press on the button for the first floor and heard the elevator doors close. He tried his best to not look in your general direction but your figure had him in such a trance, he felt like your prescense could swallow him whole. He peaked from behind his wings to look at you once again and unbeknownst to him, his left wing bumped into you.

You let out a yelp followed with an “oh my” as you stumbled back, but Keigo was there to catch you before you fell. Wrapping his arm around you, he felt his chest press up against your forehead. “I’m so sorry I can be so clumsy sometimes” Keigo grinned, he had a clear view of your face and neck from this angle. You had to crane your neck up to make eye contact with him. You nodded and gave his explanation an acknowledgment, “it’s okay, it was an accident”

You turned back around to face the elevator door and right then, the doors clicked open to reveal the first floor. You stepped out and Keigo couldn’t help but admire the view from behind, those calves flexed nicely with the weight of your body and the heels that you wore. That tight, pencil mini skirt made your ass look even rounder than he would have expected. You seemed to have quite the sway in your walk that didn’t fit the serious look on your face that made you look like a top-level official from the hero commission.

He took a step forward realizing, he’d once again, stood there staring at you like an idiot. He couldn’t help it, you were seductive. And to be less creative with his words, you were hot. Out of respect he did not approach you, it was quite late anyway. He mentally shrugged and got his water and food as quickly as he could. He did not need any distractions right now. He had work, and lots of it, now wasn’t the time.

He went back to his office and scurried to his desk. He just needed to finish his work and go home, that’s it. As simple as it sounded his concentration kept faltering. He knew spring was right around the corner and his brain wasn’t cooperating like it usually would. It didn’t help that he had just run in with a really hot employee who he’d hadn’t even known the name of. If he was honest, he just felt horny and tired.

Keigo felt himself slowly lose motivation to finish up his work because his mind kept drifting to those wonderful well-shaped legs of yours oh and that itty bitty waist....no you gotta finish your work Keigo! You’re a hero not a perv

He groaned and closed his laptop. His useless attempt to keep his composure Wasn’t working and he had no other choice than to rub one in. So he closed his eyes and leaned back on his wings and began to caress his body up and down, slowly. Just enough to imagine your perfectly manicured nails trailing up his chest and down his abdomen. He felt himself grow hard at the thought of you being on your knees with a sultry look on your face, all just for him. Keigo palmed himself and slowly began rubbing himself through his pants, the friction making him slightly flustered. He wanted more, he needed more.

He unbuckled his belt and reached over his desk’s drawer for his secret stash of lube he always kept in his office. He’d never used it before but now just might be the perfect time. He pulled his boxers down and pumped his dick with his lubed up hand. Starting at the base to tease himself as he pretended his hand was yours instead. His cock was aching hard, the leaking tip already an angry red shade.

He began to stroke himself faster and held onto himself tighter. He started moaning softly, gasping and using his other hand to claw at his chair. The view was almost intoxicating for anyone who might catch him. The winged hero was sprawled all over his chair, head leaning back, with his legs fully spread apart. He was fucking his fist harshly now. His wrist straining at how quick his movements were, but he was too fucked out, horny, and lonely to care.

Stroking himself while the image of you present in his mind drew him over the edge, just enough to make him almost cum way too early. He couldn’t get you out of his head, all he could think of is what he would do to those thighs. Or what those thighs could do for him. He groaned once again and gave himself a couple more strokes until he felt himself get closer to an orgasm. He felt himself tense up and gave out a loud whimper before he finished. Thick, long ropes of cum coating his hand as he continued to stroke himself languidly. Quick pants leave his mouth as he struggles to gain composure after his orgasm. Suddenly the feeling of embarrassment overwhelmed his body.

I can’t believe I just jacked off at the thought of a one of my employees. Fuck. All because I couldn’t keep my hormones in check.

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YALL this was my first Drabble LMFAO idk it’s probably so bad ksosnwlslsls rip

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[angelicmichael]

Okay so I have a ton of inspo to write for Stan after last nights episode and I have a lot of fic ideas and concepts I can’t get out of my brain so.. here they are lmfao. The first concept is fluffy and wholesome but the other ones are pretty dark and most involve death and blood.. fair warning hehe. ALSO if any writers see this; feel free to write something based off one of these if you’d like !! 🥺💖 I don’t mind :)

Idk why but I rlly wanna write something domestic and fluffy.. maybe some fluff with no plot djdjd. But maybe reader and Stan are friends, and are hiding in his cabin from the cannibals after a close call (maybe they decided to go hiking earlier and ran into them) and get a bit.. distracted afterwards 👁. Maybe the scare of the cannibals make them have a heart to heart and then.. they decide to stay the night in the cabin bc they don’t wanna leave bc their still scared. And maybe it’s also stormy outside or somethin hehe. and they just 👁 make out 👁 and cuddle 👁 and fall asleep together 👉🏻👈🏻. And their just both rlly grateful that they’re both alive 🥺 and together 🥺🥺

Maybe reader comes to surprise Stan bc they’ve been dating for a while but.. he’s been distant lately. Not picking up calls, and just acting rlly unlike himself. Reader doesn’t exactly know that theirs cannibals in the forest but she knows that theirs something, or that Stan believes that there’s something so she gets concerned and goes to see him. She goes straight into his cabin (maybe she has a spare key.. and it’s night so he shouldn’t be busy) and she sees his jacket, his hat, his gun.. reader grabs a flashlight and starts to look outside for him and finds a trail of blood.. reader immeadietly starts to panic but before she can probably react she sees something running in her direction full force.. but she doesn’t know it’s Stan until he literally is in her arms hugging her. Stan runs into her practically and reader realizes he’s bleeding when she sees blood on her shirt when they pull away.. He has a huge stomach wound and he’s going into shock. Reader is in complete disbelief that this is actually happening and that he could actually die, but Stan is still talking to her.. he urges her to leave and to not wait around for him and to not bother getting help. He tells her about the cannibals and reader doesn’t believe him but.. as she goes to leave to get help anyway she sees a shadow out of the corner of her eye and realizes that he probably wasn’t bullshitting. Reader goes to be with Stan and comforts him in his final moments 🥺

This is so random and not in depth/plot heavy at all but I’m just thinking about Stan confiding in reader about the cannibals.. and then she decides to playfully bite him. At first it’s a joke.. and their dating so it’s not really that weird but then she hears him moan and she completely stops.. purely laughing at the fact that he has a fucking biting kink and how ironic it is (ig this is just me saying that I think Stan has a biting kink LMAO)

Okay so I kinda hate the ending of the episode tbh so.. here’s a fix it fic idea hehe. Major spoiler warning but instead of Stan dying.. maybe he sort of is a ally to the cannibals?? Not necessarily becomes one but more so protects them and in return they protect him u know?? But to make this a fic.. maybe reader and Stan have been dating for a while and she doesn’t realize his ‘alliance’ until she goes to the forest w him.. She sees how the cannibals won’t touch him and she’s beyond fucking bewildered. However the cannibals want reader, but Stan is v protective 😌 and maybe he shoots a cannibal or two and ofc it ends in fluff.. Stan starts fussing over reader and her (little to nonexsisting) wounds and even threatens to quit his job for her but reader tells him to stop bc she’s okay 🥺 but maybe the fic ends w him quitting his job and them both leaving the national park <3

Y’all knew this was coming but a fic where Stan is a cannibal (but not full on feral tho) is necessary LOL. I’m kinda thinking about fairytale or little red hiding hood au for this one?? Maybe reader goes into the forest bc she knows that women have been going missing as of late and she’s curious 👁 and wants to investigate. She goes into the forest and finds Stan, who automatically seems sus bc of how out of it he seems.. his clothes are stained red in a couple places.. he barely makes eye contact and reader can’t help but to marvel at how sharp his teeth seem to be.. the more they talk the closer he gets.. to the point where it would almost be uncomfortable if he wasn’t so attractive and charming.. even with the scent of iron heavy on his breath, reader can’t help but to want to kiss him, to feel his mouth on hers but she also starts to feel like it’s not necessarily a choice. He seems like the primary suspect so reader feels if she wants to survive she’s going to have to seduce him… and not to mention if she truly wants to get info out of him about the missing women.

Okay so after seeing @stanvogel ’s post, I’m just thinking about Michael x Stan so.. here’s a Michael x Stan one 👉🏻👈🏻 hehe. It’s another normal day for Stan.. doing quick checks and patrols throughout the forest. Stan loved his job, he really did but this was the part he always dreaded the most. He gives the forest half a glance as he walks through - hoping that something wouldn’t happen to catch his eye or pop out at him. Hoping he could just go back to his cabin and have a easy shift but of course, he just had to see someone. Seeing people isolated in the forest wasn’t something that Stan was unaccustomed with, but the fact the individual he saw was currently drenched in blood and was still alive was something to marvel at. Stan quickly introduced himself and asked what the fuck he was doing.. after babbling some shit about satan and saying his name was ‘Michael’.. Stan had heard enough. He didn’t exactly want to take care of this lunatic but he wasn’t going to leave him out to be eaten and have his intestines ripped out either.. not on his shift if he could help it. Stan brought Michael back to his cabin, carefully cleaning up his wounds and trying not to stare at his crystal blue eyes for too long.. or his lips. Harshly reminding himself this was a guest, not someone he should even think about asking out but Michael surprisingly took the leap first. Asking if Stan was single and that’s all it took. Stan wasn’t sure if he agreed to start seeing him because he was genuinely interested or because he didn’t want him going back out to the forest and gaining the attention of the cannibals.. either way, Stan couldn’t really argue. He was simply happy that he could finally capture someone’s attention and keep it for once. Someone who would stay with him and make this job a little less lonely.. Antichrist or not.

[zombryz]

chile, I want my guts DESTROYED by Broly or Whis. Ik saying Whis is a stretch, but idk, he's so fine to meeee. thank you 🥰

Hi Anon! I’m sort of a Whis girl myself (˵ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°˵) please enjoy this lovely Whis one shot ~

TW: smut, and some fluff ✧

Lord Beerus’ planet was honestly really pretty. It was concealed within a nebula and it appeared to be upside down although when you were within it you were always right side up. Strange, but beautiful. There was an enormous tree growing in the center which at the base held Lord Beerus’ castle. Every morning you would take in all its glory with your daily meditation ritual that Piccolo taught you. You have been here for going on four months now. Because you were human you had no need for training, but Goku and Vegeta insisted on you coming along to cook meals and to keep them company. The Saiyan’s would be so lost without you. You had originally rolled your eyes at the invitation but you couldn’t pass up traveling through the galaxy. Lord Beerus and his attendant, Whis, didn’t seem to mind. They were always in the mood for a good meal. It was also a perk having a destroyer on your side, imagine if someone on earth had looked at you the wrong way. Gods, not even luck would be able to help them. It had grown a bit lonely though, your daily routine consisted of; waking up, meditating, watching Goku and Vegeta train with Whis, prepare breakfast, go back to meditation, watch them train some more, cook lunch, talk to Lord Beerus when/if he woke up, sometimes watch godtube with Lord Beerus, cook dinner, go to sleep, repeat. Your routine was becoming tiresome and you ached for a change.

This morning you had been meditating, your regular schedule, you looked down to see Goku and Vegeta going head to head with Whis. Obviously, Whis had dodged every single attack made by the pair of Saiyans. Your hands were on top of your knees while you were sitting in a criss-cross position. You had lifted one eye up to watch them train. The Saiyans hadn’t interested you as much as Whis did. He was so smooth and had such a calming presence. You felt as though nothing could penetrate his defenses. Vegeta once told you that Whis was the one to train Lord Beerus and so that piqued your interest. While watching them train you had usually fixed your eyes on either Goku or Vegeta, but this time you couldn’t take your eyes off of Whis. Something about him was so elegant and intoxicating. He must’ve felt your peering eyes because in the midst of taking on four fists to the face he looked up at you, making eye contact causing you to immediately close both of your eyes. Shit, you’d been caught peeping. You hoped with his many talents that he couldn’t read minds, that would be embarrassing to explain to him the dirty things you had been thinking at that moment. 

Finally, it was dinner time. You had cooked up a large enough meal for your makeshift-god family. You made mountains of ramen, it all looked and smelled so delicious. The spices filling up the room causing your mouth to water. You grabbed one bowl for yourself and let them all dig in. 

“Thank you, Y/N,” Whis looked at you with sincerity in his eyes. He held direct eye contact for a moment. This was a different look for him, usually, he stuffs his face and would give thanks after. 

“You’re welcome, Whis,” you replied, giving a gentle smile. This interaction caused your heart to thump in your chest. He had singled you out before you were nothing more than the cook. If you were being honest with yourself you didn’t even know if he knew your name. 

After dinner, you found yourself in your bedroom, one of the many rooms in the palace. This always confused you because Beerus didn’t seem to be one for having guests over. You had just gotten out of your nightly shower patting your hair dry with a secondary towel. When you walk out of the bathroom that was attached to your bedroom, you see none other than the Angel himself, Whis. You froze, your first thought was that maybe you were seeing things. Why was Whis in your bedroom? He was standing there with his scepter in his right hand while his left hand was behind his back. There was a moment of silence before he began to speak. 

“I am not supposed to be doing this but after the way you looked at me today it confirmed it,” he trailed off at the end. You weren’t really following. 

“Whis, what are you talking about?” You questioned, raising a brow in confusion. He seemed a little nervous himself and you were glad you weren’t the only one having a mini panic attack. 

“I have felt attracted to you for a while now, Y/N. Today, when you looked at me during training your body language had confirmed that you feel the same.” He said this time sounding more confident than before. Your heart started racing, you thought this was just some silly crush but now an Angel was standing in your bedroom confessing how he feels about you. Your face was turning rosy when you realized you hadn’t responded to him yet. 

“Oh, um. Y-Yeah. I’m sorry if that complicates things for you. I didn’t even think Angels were capable of liking mortals.” You finally answered, unsure of where this was going to go. You were beginning to feel the weight of this whole conversation, not even thinking about the fact that you were still in only a towel. Angels definitely didn’t understand social cues, otherwise, this would be way more awkward. 

Without responding Whis hammered his scepter to the ground ordering it to undress you. Your towel dropped to the ground and you had no intention of covering yourself. Your cheeks had become completely red now, you were standing in front of the angel completely naked with your hair still dripping wet. Whis leaned his scepter against the wall and started undressing, removing his long black cuirass first and then his maroon robe not long after. Still in shock, you watched him remove every bit of clothing he had on until you were both standing nude and at each other’s disposal. Standing in silence you felt that this was oddly romantic, his eyes wandered down your body appreciating every part, every curve of it with a hunger in his eyes that you had never seen before. You returned the favor by letting your eyes trail down his body, starting with his perfectly chiseled jaw, just under was his glowing blue halo that fell at his collarbone, his arm muscles looked like they had been crafted by the gods themselves. His chest was perfectly swole and slender. His torso ended in a beautiful v-shape. He was standing with both hands behind his back, allowing you to take in his glory. When your eyes went lower you realized that he was already as hard as a rock. His dick was big and long and a lighter shade of blue than the rest of his skin. It looked so supple in the moonlight, his tip was a brighter pink and it had an iridescent glow of pre-cum at its tip. You wanted so badly to get on your knees, sucking off the Angel right where he stood. Your body tingles at the thought causing you to shiver.

Whis lifted two fingers and motioned for you to come to him, without even having to move your body you were flying to him through the air using his abilities. The space between you was very limited now and this caused your breathing to quicken. He towered over you and you couldn’t help but want to be dominated by him. Whis on the other hand was calm and eager. You stepped closer to him, that’s when you noticed his halo was preventing you from getting any closer. To fix the issue, you stepped underneath and into his halo so that now he shared his space with you. The halo was now wrapped around the both of you causing you to be forced closer together. Chests now touching, you looked up to see his face illuminated by both the moonlight sneaking in through the window and his halo that was humming a low buzzing noise next to both sides of your faces. The feeling was euphoric. He made one last gentle look at you before his eyes turned needy, he leaned down to kiss you. It was passionate and fiery, both of his hands came out from behind his back to grab and cup your face. His tongue wanting to explore your mouth so you slightly opened yours allowing him entrance. A moan escaped your lips sending him into a fury. His kisses became sloppy and hungry. His hands traveled down to your breasts, toying with your already hard nipples. He slightly pinched at your nipples before grabbing a fistful of your breasts causing him to inhale deeply. Growing impatient he reached down to pick you up so that you would be closer to him. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he carried you to your bed. Halo still around you both it was the most intimate you had ever felt with anyone. It was as though you were tied to each other, causing an unbreakable bond. Whis slowly laid you on the bed, you were already soaking wet and ready for him. This time you grew impatient and reached for his cock, once you had him in your hands you lined him up to your entrance making sure to slide him up and down to gather your wetness. Whis kissed you between moans, the moment he slid in you both inhaled deeply feeling the pleasure of him inside of you, your lips still pressed together. With a few more pumps you grew comfortable with his size, you wanted him to quicken his pace. 

“Whis, faster. P-please,” you breathily mewled in his ear, he didn’t hesitate. He began thrusting into you harder and faster causing you to throw your head back in pleasure which only caused him to fall closer to you because of the halo. As he continued fucking you he snaked his hands up to your breasts, with his halo it was difficult but he needed you in his mouth. He leaned down slightly, bending his body enough to grab one of your breasts. He began flicking his tongue over your sensitive skin, you were quite literally in heaven. With his free hand, he began circling your clit with his thumb. Gods, this felt so good. You bucked your hips into him desperate for release.

You wanted to make him feel good too, you motioned for him to switch places. With a quick shift you were straddling him, his cock still deep inside your walls. You moved slightly as you got comfortable in the new position. His halo created the perfect closeness you needed to ride out your orgasm. Whis sat up and kissed down your neck and collarbone. He planted sloppy kisses all over your face. He kissed the tip of your nose and forehead, causing you to smile while you bounced on top of him. This reaction made him smile sweetly in return. You continued to grind against him, he lifted his lower body slightly to give you a greater closeness than you had before. While you were riding him he wrapped his arms around you holding you down on his cock shoving his length entirely inside you, holding you still while he thrust into you this time. A loud moan came from the back of your throat causing him to quicken his speed. You were reaching for release and god was he giving it to you, he kept massaging your breasts with one hand while holding you tightly in the other. You rode out your climax, clamping around him, milking his cock, not worried about if anyone else in the palace could hear your moans of pleasure. Whis wasn’t far behind, he quickened his speed steading out his thrusts so that he could come. He held you down on his cock shoving in and out of you while you bounced on top of him. His cock hitting the end of your walls each time. With his eyes closed, he threw his head back causing you to be pulled into the nook of his neck and shoulder. You planted kisses on the sides of his neck as you rest your head on him while he came hard inside of you. He felt so good. Without getting off of him, he remained inside of you, you could feel his warm cum spilling out from the sides of your walls and down your legs but you didn’t care. You were both panting, you were still laid against him quite comfortably where you were. You were in a hugging position and never wanted to move out of this spot. After a minute or two you sat up, still straddling him you took both of your hands and cupped them around his temples, pushing his tall, white hair down while you reached up to kiss him on the forehead. After the kiss, you pressed your forehead against his. He was your angel and you never wanted to leave this halo.

[thcweasley]

Prove IT

PAIRING : George Weasley X Y/N

SUMMARY : George getting jealous of his twin brother for being closer to you. and youre proving him theres nothing to worry about ;)

WARNINGS : smut hehe

WORDS : 1.2k

A/N: repost cost last time it didnt work THANKYOU FOR THE LOVE ON THIS FIC OMGGG. sorry it took so long this is my first smut ever :’) hope you enjoy

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this is part two of YOURS

*photo not mine*

“Im not even sure why I thought you like me, he is the better twin. Im just me. I just thought I have a chance with you. Throughout my life, ive always get hands down from my siblings, share with my siblings.” He realised how ridiculous he sounded but it didn’t stop him. “I love how you get along with my friends. But, i just thought, I thought youre my person. Finally someone I can proudly say mine. I thought you feel the same way as I do…” Georges voice was getting quitter when he felt your hand grabbing his. “I like you a lot and I get that you don’t feel the same way. So if youre coming here to explain that i-“

His words were cut off by your lips crashing to his. “You never let me speak Georgie”  You murmured against his lips “I don’t know how you got it all wrong” you kissed his cheek lightly. “I didn’t know you felt that way. George. I like you, im your person. Ive always been“

With a big smile he pulled in for another kiss. He held on to your waist pulling you closer to him, positioning you onto his lap. You threw your and around his neck, deepening the kiss whilst his hands lazily griped your waist.

You can feel something poking between the inner part of your legs. With a slight smile you press your legs more on to him, grinding it against him. Earning a low groan from him.

He held your hips down on him, so both of you can feel more of the friction. His lips travelled to your jaw and to the back of your neck. You could feel his hot breath, sending shivers down your spine as he moved his lips closer to your ears. “Prove it”

With that you moved your lips to his neck, whilst struggling to unbutton his shirt. “Fuck” George muttered underneath his breath as you trail kisses down his chest.

You pulled down his pants down to his knees revealing his boxer. You palmed him over his boxer, earning a low groan from him. You tugged down the band of his briefs, moving your hand on the base of his already hard cock.

You looked up at him as you kiss his tip, moving your hand up and down his shaft. His cheeks were flushed red, his eyes was closed. He leaned his head back to the head of the bed as you take him into your mouth

“Merlin Y/N” The sound of his moans filled the room. You couldn’t help but starting to get wet from it.

You began to bob your head down onto his cock, taking him deeper every time. You can feel his fingers on your head, stroking your hair gently occasionally pushing you more to him lightly. “Fuck.. Y/N” He mumbled. His hand wound tighter into your hair. His hips twitching, you know hes getting closer.

He bucked his hips upwards. His cock hitting the back of your throat, making you gag and pulled him out of your mouth.

“Fuck im sorry” He ran his fingers through your hair. “I got excited” He grinned sheepishly.

You smiled. moving closer to him. You straddled yourself on top of his bare stomach, giving him a peck on his lips. He pulled you in closer, kissing you hard. You moaned at him squeezing your ass. He took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, exploring the inside.

You felt his hand move from you ass to your waist, holding you in place. He moaned into the kiss, with his other hand pleasuring himself.

You broke off the kiss. Sitting up, raising your eyebrow. “Impatient aren’t we?” You said in a mocking tone.

“I cant help it” He answered “I thought I have to do it myself. I thought maybe you changed your mind” He admitted innocently.

You chuckled, kissing the boy on the cheek “Didn’t I suppose to prove myself to you” You pulled up your shirt, realising that you might be too dressed for this occasion. “Didn’t you ask me to prove myself that I like you?” George’s hand flew to the back of your bra trying to unclasped it. You leaned forward onto him, helping him to reach it. “Didn’t you tell me to prove myself that im yours?” You kissed his forehead. After a few attempts, finally George succeeded on undoing your bra. You sat up, letting your bra to slide off of you.

His eyes were dark, filled with lust. “youre so beautiful..”

You grabbed his hands placing it on your bare chest. “Or did you change your mind”

He groaned at how soft your breasts are, squeezing it. “Fuck, just prove it already then”

With that you took off your skirt along with your panties. You position yourself on top of his hard rod. The tip was red, aching for some action. You help his cock in your hand, trying to positioned yourself as you try to sunk yourself down to him. George held your hips in his hands, gripping on it.

You can feel his tip entering you, causing both of you to moan in unison. You pulled out a little just to get down on him more, taking him deeper everytime.

You started moving once he finally filled you up. His grip on your hips seems to get tighter.

George was definitely bigger than you had expected, sure he was tall and everything. But, riding him now, you feel so full. You can feel him hitting the spot you didn’t know existed. “Georgie..”

“You feel so good Y/N fuck.. So warm, and tight..”He let out a low groan, which only turned you on even more.”

“Yes Gerogie, only for you” You could feel his hands move up, gripping your waist tightly. You felt yourself moving slower as you get closer. “Im Yours, only yours”

“Mine” He let out a groan, trusting his hips up to meet yours. Giving a shook all over your body. You felt your body weaken as you lean forward him, pressin your forehead on his.

George took this an opportunity to take the lead, he put his arms around your body as he trusted up to you. His trust was hard and messy. You screwed your eyes shut, biting your lips.

“George im close..” You whined, trying to hold your release.

“Let it go love” He gave you a kiss one last time.

You moaned throwing your head back as your orgasm washed over you. Eyes squeezed tight, thighs shook. Your cheeks were flushed red as your trying to catch your breath.

“Merlin Y/N” George grunted feeling you clenching around him getting him closer to his release. But what pushed him was the sight of you coming undone. His hips stilled, his cock twitching as he released inside her.

You pull yourself off of him once you both catch up on your breath. Laying beside him.

George turned to his side, facing you. Smiling. “Sorry” he started “it could’ve been more romantic, candles, petals, you know” He grinned sheepishly.

You smiled back at him, running your hands on his messy red hair. “Well we can do that next time”

“Theres next time?” His eyes widen in excitement.

You shook your head smiling “George.. Didn’t I prove you enough?” You pulled your hands off of his hair. “Unless you don’t want to?” Teased him “In that case maybe I should go for the other twin” You moved yourself, your back facing him.

“Way to ruin the mood Y/N” You could hear him chuckling, pulling you into a hug. “Youre mine” idk this got me thinking what if fred likes y/n too ahahhahahaha MY OTHER WORKS follow me / send request / talk to me! im lonely (if u send me anonymously maybe click here) my collaborative ford anglia playlist Christmas with the Weasley playlist

[daddyfordaeddy]

Pairing: Jinyoung x gn!Reader Warnings: its smut. its badly written smut. its a handjob. the lightest dom/sub undertones ever because idk how to write that. the reader is the more dominatn one in this situation. theres cursing. light blood but not sexual.

Summary: Jinyoung cuts his hand at work. You lend him yours. I will never not make puns. Genre: Smut Word Count: 2031 This is a request for @crzy-devil​ 

im sorry that the ending isn’t quite what you wanted but i was struggling and didn’t wanst to make you wait any longer. i hope you enjoy it.

You know Jinyoung’s job can be dangerous. All the stunts he has to perform, you worry a little. But he can handle himself most of the time, you try not to worry too much. You trust him enough to tell you if it’s hurting or if he’s stressed. No matter how late he stays filming, you’re always sitting up to wait for him to return to your shared home so you can kiss away all the tiredness in his eyes before the two of you head to bed.

This time, his drama is more action-based than his other ones, and as a result, you start to worry more. Even if he isn’t the lead, he has plenty of screentime, most usually shots of fights. You see behind-the-scenes videos of Jinyoung in action and every day you worry a little more each time. When Jinyoung comes home he tries not to make you worry but he’s naturally vocal about how he feels and so you get a little more insight into his job and how much stress it gives him and you just feel even worse.

When Jinyoung comes home one evening, with a tight smile on his face warning bells ring in your head. “Jinyoungie, hi,” you start carefully, “how was the set today? You get a break this week, right?”

Jinyoung sighs, “Kind of. They cut short the break so I’ll only be here for a four-day weekend.” Your lips purse but you say nothing else. Jinyoung heads straight into the bathroom, knocking into the doorframe once before entering with a short curse and your eyebrows fly into your hairline.

“Love, you good?” you ask, slowly standing and making your way over to the doorframe to peek in. Jinyoung’s head snaps up and he looks at you with a wide-eyed stare, but that’s not where your eyes are trained on. You’re currently looking at his hand, which has a long, deep gash on it, and it’s bleeding rather worryingly. “Jinyoungie, what happened?”

Jinyoung is just looking at you sullenly. “I cut myself on one of the falling lights. The director bumped into it. It’s fine, really.” You level him with a glare as you bend down to get the gauze.

“Honestly, Jinyoung, I worry, you know. Go sit down at the counter and I’l be out soon.” As Jinyoung opens his mouth to complain you tut. “No, don’t argue with me. Go sit.”

Jinyoung sulks, but he understands and lets you fiddle around with the cabinets as he does as you tell him. When you exit the bathroom a few minutes later, you see him idly tracing patterns into the countertop as he has his cut hand wrapped in his shirt to stop the blood from dripping all over the counter. “You didn’t get a damp paper towel?” you admonish him gently as you approach him and take his hand in yours. “Now your shirt will get all bloody. I’ll have to handwash it.”

Jinyoung pouts and you laugh a little at his expression as you dab lightly around the wound with a washcloth. He doesn’t say much, opting to watch you clean up his hand and put some ointment before dressing and wrapping it in gauze. When you finish, you bring his hand up to your mouth and press a quick kiss to the wide palm. “Take care of yourself, you know.”

Jinyoung softly laughs, puckering his lips with a playful whine. You sigh but lean in to kiss him as he wishes. You’re soft for this boy and you know it. When his hands find their way to your waist, you tut and pull away. “I don’t want you reopening the wound or something, Jinyoungie.”

Jinyoug just whines and loops his arms around your waist, letting his head rest on your shoulder. “But babe,” he draws out the vowel, “I’m dying and I’m lonely.” You laugh at his desperation, letting your hands travel up to his chin to tilt it and allow deeper kisses.

“I really don’t think it’s a good idea? It’s not like I think you’ll be unhinged or something, but if your hand is out of commission…”

Jinyoung just presses his face even more into your neck. “Like it when you take care of me, though. I want to be pampered. I’ll even let you call me baby.” Your ears burn bright red at that and your palms get a bit sweaty. Jinyoung giggles at your obvious reaction, pressing a light kiss to your warm skin.

Though your face is red, your grip on his jaw tightens slightly. Jinyoung lets his jaw fall lax at the pressure and the anticipation of what’s to come. You lean in again, pressing a hungrier kiss to his mouth, enjoying his willingness to let you do what you want. Jinyoung’s hands find your hips, digging in his fingers but you pull away at the feeling.

“Baby, you sure?” you ask, trying out the nickname as well, and Jinyoung flushes all the way to his neck. It’s a pretty sight, and you have to refrain from leaning down and marking up the skin. Jinyoung nods, and you raise a single eyebrow. “Words, Jinyoungie.”

“Yes, please, god, please,” Jinyoung finally pleads, teeth finding purchase in your collarbone. “Touch me, please.” You trail your fingers down from his jaw to his shoulders, setting onto his lap. It’s not too comfortable of a seat, you don’t want to make him fall off the barstool, but Jinyoung just laves his tongue across your now bruising marks.

You pull his hands away from your waist, letting his hands curl around the edges of the stool he is on. “Don’t move your hands, all right, Jinyoungie?” The words are a bit heavy coming out of your mouth, but Jinyoung enjoys it, nodding vigorously and gripping the stool until his knuckles are white. “Er...maybe loosen your grip. I don’t want you to stress your wound.”

Jinyoung lets out a short laugh at your words, and your face burns but you power through. When Jinyoung opens his mouth, you press a finger against his lips. “Don’t make a sound unless I ask you, yeah? I want to make this all about you.”

When Jinyoung nods silently, you smile and give him short praise, pressing a kiss to the corner of his jaw. He squirms a little, but with a little warning nip to his neck, he stills as you trail your hands down the broad expanse of his chest to his hips. When your fingers dip into the waistband of his pants, his breath hitches, but you pull your fingers out just as fast. Jinyoung’s lips tighten a bit, willing himself to not make a sound and you giggle brightly. Jinyoung shoots you a glare but when he does, your hand presses into his crotch and instead he lets out a hiss. You settle onto his thighs as your hand creeps back into the waistband of his sweatpants. This time, even if his breath catches, you continue on your descent and slide into his boxers as well.

Jinyoung’s hips kick and you laugh at that, pulling your hands away. “You need to stay still, Jinyoungie. I can’t make you feel good if you don’t let me.” Jinyoung hisses through his teeth, letting his head fall forward onto your shoulder. You can tell he’s not above begging, so you slide off his lap and haul him to his feet.

“(Y/N), please,” Jinyoung begs, “I’m so close.” You laugh again and let his words slide.

“I know, baby, come on, we have lube in the bedroom. I don’t want to chafe your cock, yeah? I want you to feel good.” Jinyoung pouts again but lets you hold his hand and pull him toward the bedroom.

As you rifle through the bedside table for some lube, Jinyoung settles completely on the bed, back against the headboard. When you turn around, he opens his arms up and you sigh a little but settle into his lap again. However, instead of resting your weight fully onto his thighs, you stay on your knees, pulling at the hem of his pants until his hips lift up and he lets you remove his sweats and boxers.

You grab the lube and twist the cap open. It’s just about half empty but it’s all you need anyway. As you drizzle it onto your palm, Jinyoung obediently fists his hands in the sheets after you shoot him a look and a quirk of your lips. His cock is hard, drooling precum out of the tip, and you’ve hardly touched him. You feel a little pride run through your body but try not to get ahead of yourself.

When you finally have a sufficient enough amount of lube on your hand that it drips onto Jinyoung’s thighs, you finally wrap your hand around his length. Jinyoung bites his lip, drawing blood as he tries not to let a sound escape from his lips. You laugh again, leaning forward and pressing your lips against his as you twist your hand slowly, thumbing over the head of his dick. Jinyoung licks against the seam of your lips eagerly, as if trying to distract himself from the cries in his throat.

When you squeeze just right, in that way you know Jinyoung would die for, Jinyoung can’t help but moan into your mouth, and you laugh right back. You don’t cease your stroking of his cock nor do you speed up, letting Jinyoung whine and wriggle just a tad before you nip at his lips and whisper a warning, “stay still, baby.”

Jinyoung looks like he might cry if you drag this out any further, and so you take pity and sit back on his thighs again, working his dick with more fervour and watching Jinyoung throw his head back and shudder. His dick twitches violently when you rub your lube covers thumb along the veins and you smile at the sight. “Are you close?” It’s a rhetorical question, you’ve known Jinyoung long enough to know when he wants to come, but he lets a moan rip out of his throat and whines a yes anyway.

You laugh, letting your hands come down to fondle his balls. “You can come, baby.” Jinyoung’s back arches as he whines. When he lands back down on the bed with a thump, his cock finally shoots ropes of cum onto his chest and it dribbles down to your hands as well. You continue to stroke him through it, up until he whines from the overstimulation.

You wait until he finally relaxes and looks at you with tired eyes when your hand drags up his stomach, gathering the cum pooling. His eyes widen when you bring your hand up to your mouth and lick the excess off. He can only let out another breathy groan, finally letting his hands come up from the bedsheets and he makes grabby hands at you.

You laugh open-mouthed again, falling into his arms and peering up at him as he smiles back and brushes some hair out of your face. “Love you,” he whispers as he leans down to pepper kisses all over your face.

“I love you too, baby,” you giggle, capturing his face with your hands and pressing a long kiss to his lips. He doesn’t mind the taste of himself on you, just licking into your mouth and pulling you impossibly closer with an arm around your waist. “Hey, quick question.”

Jinyoung raises an eyebrow. “You just jacked me off and you want to ask me a question? What is it?”

“What’s the director’s number? I might have to have a few words with him on the matter.” Jinyoung snorts, his hands cupping your ace and stroking your cheeks with his thumbs. You pout. “He messed up my boyfriend’s hand because of his fucking incompetence. I wanna sue him, Jinyoungie.”

Jinyoung just leans down to give you another kiss and you willingly return it. “I love that you’re caring baby, but don’t worry about it. I’ll deal with it, yeah?” You just pout again and Jinyoung spends the rest of the day kissing it away.

[paradoxolotl]

hey idk if you’ve talked about it before but if Travellin’ Soldier is based on the Chicks song then i will legally have to attack you like a wild animal 🧡

Oh oh oh oh no

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Andrew was dead on his feet, the hours of the day pulling on his body like physical weights. There was still three hours left before he could go home, and he spent his breaths counting down until he could fall into his bed with his headphones. He was exhausted enough that he would sleep deep enough to escape any nightmares that were waiting. The little bell above the door rang, announcing the arrival of yet another customer. Quickly wiping down the table he had just cleared, Andrew avoided looking up to greet them, hopefully successfully conveying how deeply he was inconvenienced by them. Hitching the tray of dirty dishes higher, he still managed to avoid looking at the newcomer, making his way back behind the counter to deposit the tray by the kitchen doors.

Finally, Andrew turned to survey the small diner, spotting him immediately. He was sitting at the counter, twisted to keep the door in his sight. The green of his uniform brought out the copper tones in his auburn hair, but Andrew was far more interested in the way his eyes darted to catalogue the movement of the other people around him. Stepping up to the man, Andrew dropped a tacky laminated menu in front of him, popping his gum as he did so. Instead of jumping like he thought he would, the man turned slowly to level a cool gaze at him. The blue of his eyes hit him hard enough to take the air out of his lungs and suddenly Andrew wasn’t so tired.

The man raised a brow before taking a slow perusal of the menu in front of him. Andrew bit down hard on his gum. Usually his glare had most people mumbling out their orders or shifting uncomfortably in their seats, but this man appeared completely at ease.

“What’s good?” His voice was more accented than Andrew expected, a little rough around the edges.

“Nothing. It’s all terrible.”

“Like the service then,” the man nodded, glancing back up at Andrew.

He fought the urge to cross his arms. Shrugging instead, he leaned a hip against the counter, giving the man his best apathetic look. If he didn’t like Andrew’s service, then he could get the fuck out and take his too pretty face elsewhere.

After a few more minutes looking over the sparse menu, he ended up ordering a black coffee. Rolling his eyes, Andrew poured a mug, placing it in front of him none too gently. A bead of dark liquid ran down the smooth white porcelain, leaving a lonely trail behind. Andrew didn’t wait to see if he wanted anything else, leaving to bring a bill to another table.

Twenty minutes later, and it was just Andrew, the man, and an older couple left in the front of the diner. Knowing the rest of his shift would be spent with minimal interruptions, Andrew pulled his bag out from the back, fishing out his homework. The one good thing about this job was that his boss didn’t mind his attitude and as long as his work got done, Andrew could do whatever he wanted when it was slow. Which was great, because learning Russian was not as easy as he thought it would be. He could memorize vocab no problem, but as his professor so elegantly put: his pronunciation was shit.

Mumbling quiet Russian to himself, Andrew put on another pot of coffee before flipping open his textbook. He made it a few paragraphs in before movement in his peripheral drew his gaze up. The man was looking at him strangely, his mug long empty. Andrew didn’t offer him a refill.

“What?”

The man blinked at him, “What are you doing?”

Andrew lifted his book in response, unwilling to hear a lecture about work ethic from anyone. He was sure the man was military of some kind, and Andrew had a long history of issues with authority.

“Oh,” the man said. Then, in perfect Russian, “your pronunciation is shit.”

If Andrew wasn’t trying to memorize the way his voice sounded wrapped around the language, his glare might have been more impressive. As it was, Andrew popped another piece of bubblegum into his mouth to curb the itch for nicotine. Fuck Aaron and his pestering.

He was about to turn back to his textbook when the man shifted again. “I could help you,” he offered.

Andrew’s first instinct was to refuse. As a principle, he didn’t accept help from anyone. But he would be lying if he said he wouldn’t mind an excuse to look at this man a bit longer. Damn those eyes and fiery curls. He could say it was because of the man’s clear proficiency in the language if anyone asked, but “What do you want for it?”

The man drummed his long fingers on his mug, “Another cup of coffee would be nice.”

“That’s not equal.” Andrew ran his life with equivalent exchange. Checks and balances. Black and white. He could not see how help in Russian equaled a cup of coffee.

“It’ll keep me company,” he said with a shrug, a complicated expression crossing his face.

Mulling it over, Andrew decided he could work with that. He really did need help with his pronunciation. “Fine,” he relented, shoving his books down the counter towards the man. Ignoring the small smile on that face, Andrew grabbed the coffee to give him a refill.

“I’m Neil,” he said, but didn’t offer his hand, which Andrew appreciated.

“Andrew.”

Neil gave a pointed look to Andrew’s nametag, which very clearly said Joe, but didn’t comment. Instead, he launched into a conversation entirely in Russian.

[oven-thermometer]

Reactions to reader wearing their hood/scarf/scowl

Inspired by a removed post. (idk what happened to their Tumblr page ;;). Sorry Fury, I couldn’t think of anything for you whoops

War

You were sitting by your desk in your room, it was a quiet afternoon and the horsemen had just gotten back from a mission. War was taking some time to shower and clean all the grime and blood off of him, they were all gone for a rather long time and it was starting to get to you – every day you’d cuddle his pillow on his side of the bed just to smell him and make it seem like he was there. After greeting and hugging you, War made a beeline for the shower, unceremoniously plopping his armour and cowl haphazardly in a trail to the joining bathroom of your shared room. You decided to distract yourself with work as you flipped open your laptop and start scowering deadlines and new emails, but something was poking at your peripheral vision - War's scarlet hood. He only ever let you wear it when you were still travelling together. You never asked to wear it otherwise – finding it odd. But you missed him so much and after he basically rushed to the shower to clean himself for you, you couldn’t wait anymore. You closed your laptop, stood up from your desk and stepped over to where his hood was laying on the floor. You inhaled sharply and reached out quickly before you could change your mind. You wrapped it around you like a cloak and ran your fingers across the golden seams, reminiscing about waking up with it around you after being badly injured. You bring the edge up to your nose and inhale his scent, he smells like worn-out leather and burning oak, probably from Ruin. You laugh silently to yourself but stop and jump when you feel a large hand on your right shoulder, apparently War finished his shower.

“Is there a reason you’re wearing my hood, (y/n)?”

You smile and turn around to look at him, “Do I need a reason? Just missed you is all.”

He smiled in return and moved his hand from your shoulder to your cheek. “Humans are sentimental beings, are they not?”

You hum in agreement and sigh contentedly.

Death

The day had been a lazy one – filled with a long, sleepy morning and an afternoon of terrible Hallmark movies with cuddling on the couch. You and Death had spent the entire day alone together, as the others were all having the day to themselves out of the house. War was training in the Void and Strife and Fury were out shopping all day. It was raining a soft mist with the sun occasionally peaking out, but it seemed to melt away the moment you looked back at Death - you were both lying on your sides on the couch, he was behind you, with his arms cradling your form and his head resting next to yours. You were on your fourth movie about the base of a stale love story. You and him had even made up a game of stopping the movie ten minutes in to try and guess the entire plot of the movie. You were both mostly wrong but it ended in laughs for both of you so you didn’t really mind at all. Every time you laughed, you could feel him chuckle behind you, the vibrations shuffling your hair and giving you goosebumps. The ending of the movie came and you smiled, having been completely wrong about your assumptions of the lady becoming a werewolf and marrying the dog trainer. You turned your head around as the ads after the credits started.

“Guess I was wrong.”

“Hm, what a shame.” The edge of his mouth turned upwards in a teasing manner. His amber eyes cutting through you.

“Yeah - laugh it up fuzzball, the next movie is your turn. You haven’t been right yet either.”

“There are..more…of these?” He asked, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“Oh honey, there are so many of these.” You give out a laugh as he seems to sink himself into the couch.

“…I need some tea before the next one.” He lifts his arms and carefully raises himself from behind you on the couch. He straightens his scowl and brushes his hair out of his face, “Would you like some?”

“Sure, why not.” You reply and sit up on the couch, figuring it’s time to move your jelly bones.

Death huffed in response, walking away to the kitchen. He removed his scowl in the process, getting a bit too hot since the sun had been shining for a while now. He draped it over the opposite edge of the couch, looked back to make sure it didn’t fall and moved on to the kitchen. After being engulfed with Death’s scent for so long and then having it gone so quickly made you want it back, you probably had an issue with how much you loved his smell. The musk of dead leaves under dark rain made you calm. You turned to the scowl hanging there innocently and it gave you an idea.

Death stood up from fetching the kettle you kept in your lower cupboards. He turned to the stove top but instead of seeing the cups and teabags he had set out, he saw you. You, in his scowl. You were standing towards him, with your hands behind your back. There was a smug grin on your face.

“You should guard this thing better. It smells nice, I should steal it from you more often.” Moving to fiddle with the edges as you spoke.

He eyed your face and squinted his eyes slightly…

That afternoon, the other three horsemen came home to a wrecked living room. Finding you running from Death down the hall, clutching his scowl while howling with laughter, but they didn’t see a frown on his face, instead he was actually smiling. Kind of.

Strife

It was less of a steal situation per say and more of a you-look-cold-so-I'll-give-you-my-scarf situation.

It was a calm, cool night. The lonely candle on the window gave a soft glow, adding on to the crisp moonlight washing over the both of you. Strife was sitting up straight on the bed with you cradled in his arms. Your day had been a rough one. You had a terrible sleep last night, had a bunch of assignments dumped on you for work, the rent for your apartment was due today and it seemed like every single thing that could've gone wrong – did. The moment you got home you deflated completely. Not that there was a lot of air left in you anyways. Strife jumped into action by making (ordering) you food and whipping together some hot chocolate with marshmallows. After your dinner and warm bath, during which Strife happily complied to washing your back for you, you both plopped down on your shared bed without a word. He calmly held your dozing form while stroking your head and rubbing circles on your arms and shoulders. You had just thrown on an old t shirt and pyjama shorts - you didn’t care much about looking remotely decent right now and neither did he. The world around you melted as the weight on your shoulders seem to slip off. All with the affection he was showing you.

Some time during the night, the temperature had dropped significantly – Strife couldn’t care less about the temperature but the moment he saw you shivering in your peaceful slumber he once again, jumped into action. He gently moved to one side as he leaned over to grab his scarf that was splayed across the bed side table. He swiftly wrapped it around your upper body, cradling you in his long arms once again. You stopped shivering and gave a small smile. Strife smiled to himself and kissed the top of your forehead as he quietly shushed you back to sleep and whispered, “Goodnight my darling.”

[mrfutureboy]

(bttf wip anon) what about talking about the ones with titles? Cute redhead, I waited up all night, jukebox heroes, and who is the man I see?

hi anon welcome back! i want to of course give the disclaimer that these are wips, so any snippets i share are very unlikely to be perfectly worked out haha. but thank you so much for the interest! ^_^

cute redhead:

yeahhh, so this one is definitely one of the crackiest of all the wips on my list. and it's a bttf: the game fic! basically, it's the part in the first episode (iirc) where doc's in jail and gives marty the idea to recruit doc's younger self to help him...except marty meets young emmett and is infatuated bc goddammit marty's got a weakness for red heads. honestly, i cant remember if that idea is based off something said in the games or if i read it in a fic and then was like "yep that tracks" lmfaoo.

anyway. it's so stupid but it's funny to me cuz marty says what he says and then doc goes into panic mode like "marty! you can't fuck my past self!" and starts going on and on about the ramifications to the spacetime continuum and marty's like "welp i dont really have much of a choice here do i". i haven't solidified how i want doc's rant to go so right now i have 2 versions of it. this is only like a 300 word fic (or at least it will be if i finish it)

here's a peek at the beginning, before doc has his rant i havent fully committed to yet:

“Psst, Doc!”

Doc popped up behind the bars of his jail cell. “Marty! Have you found my younger self yet?”

“Yeah, Doc, but ah, jeez,” Marty trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck. “You never told me you were a cute redhead.”

“If I had known I was one, I surely would’ve told you,” Doc assured him with a slight upturn of his lips.

Marty chuckled nervously. “I wish you had, because this poses a, uh, unforeseen problem.”

“I’m sure whatever it is, we can figure out how to bypass it!” Doc waved his hand around. “What is it, Marty?”

“I have to fuck you, Doc. Younger you, that is.”

i waited up all night but i never saw the light:

the title (bc this is likely to be the actual title: as you could tell from my wip list, i have a lot of placeholders lol) is a lyric from "spiralling" by keane. it's a very marty song imo!

the premise of the fic is that the marty we follow in the movie returns to 1985 an hour or so earlier and heads to his house to sneakily do...something, honestly i dunno yet, and in the process ends up accidentally waking up the version of himself thats asleep in bed. twin pine marty finds out that life is different for lone pine marty and he ends up asking a lot of questions. it's actually told form the perspective of lone pine marty atm but idk i've thought about making it the other way around.

originally, it was going to be a songfic of sorts, with direct quotations from the song. i could potentially still do that but as i worked on it i kinda got away from that. with that original idea, twin pine marty was going to be a bit of an egomaniac when he realized he could bend things to his will via time travel (even tho he totally did it on accident). here's a snippet of that part atm that quotes/slightly paraphrases the song lyrics (the "other Marty" is twin pine marty bc pov):

“I made you. Fashioned you from jewels and stone, as it were. Made you in the image of myself. I gave you…everything you wanted, so you’d never know anything else,” the other Marty [verb], hands reaching out towards Marty’s face. The teen recoiled from the gesture. “Tell me, Marty, did you wanna be a winner? An icon? You wanna be famous? The president? Hell, you wanna start a war? You wanna have a family? Did you wanna be in love?”

“Do I wanna be in love?”

“Did you wanna be in love!”

Also, as noted in the original wip masterlist, this wip has a companion called "i fashioned you from jewels and stone" (which you can see from the snippet above that it's also titled after a lyric from spiralling). At the moment, the only real difference is that it has some dialogue w twin pine marty asking about george and lorraine, while this wip hasn't really gotten past marty getting caught by lone pine marty. and then that bit of dialogue up there, and the very ending, which i will also share here:

“Don’t bother going back to sleep,” Marty chuffed, standing with one leg out of the window. “Doc’s about to call you. He forgot his camera.”

The other Marty blinked in confusion, and before he could say anything, the phone started to ring. Both Marties stared at each other as the one in bed slowly picked up the phone. “H-hello?”

“Marty!” Doc’s voice boomed in the receiver. “You didn’t fall asleep did you?”

“…No, of course not,” he answered, his eyes wide.

The Marty in the window climbed the rest of the way out. He stood and waited for his counterpart to finish up on the phone, then finally said, “I’ll just leave this open for you, then. See you in the future,” he said cheekily, offering a short wave before heading off.

jukebox heroes:

this is just a silly little thing that's not very fleshed out, but the idea is that doc and marty are just chillin at doc's place (post trilogy i guess or maybe post bttf1 but 2&3 didnt happen? post bttf game? doesn't matter; doc's there) and "johnny b. goode" comes on the jukebox and marty's like "oh hey this is the song i played at the enchantment under the sea dance" and doc's like "what u were on stage?" and then marty basically explains what happened bc i imagine doc doesnt actually know the story lol. i will share a little snippet as a treat even tho there's not much to share:

“After they kissed? Marty, you were supposed to get out of there as soon as they kissed and you and your siblings’ fates were sealed!”

“Doc, you gotta understand, they were begging for an encore! I couldn’t just leave em’ hanging!”

Doc shook his head fondly. “No wonder you were late for our rendezvous. You’re just lucky you weren’t too late!”

who is the man i see where i'm supposed to be:

this is that fic i would keep referring to as my "big project" two summers ago but is probably going to end up being fewer words than "deal with god" which i basically wrote the entirety of in one night. and ive been working on THIS fic for HOW long?? yikes

the title is from "crystal ball" by keane bc it is my #1 marty song. there is also a companion thing in my notes app called "FOR CRYSTAL BALL (maybe)" which is basically just some ideas of dialogue for this fic that i havent added in yet. also this fic used to be called crystal ball.

the premise is that it's been about a week since marty returned from 1885 and he's been having constant nightmares. it's another one of those nights, so he goes to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water and take some painkillers, but when he lifts his head, his reflection isn't himself, but stoltz!marty ! whoa! maybe it's just a figment of our poor kid's imagination but the reflection is talking to him about how marty stole his life and blah blah blah. ends with george and lorraine finding marty on the floor in the bathroom (ALIVE DONT WORRY) and marty incessantly apologizing. imma be honest that scene rips my cold little heart right out of my chest lmao i'd love to share it but i will refrain atm. just cuz ideally i want y'all to suffer through the whole of the fic before getting to that punch in the gut :D

the reason this fic has been taking me so long is that i have the WORST time trying to write the dialogue between marty and his reflection! the whole beginning and end are done but the middle, the MEAT, is just never up to my standards when i try to write it.

even tho it's not finished and at this point i'll never fucking finish it to my liking, this fic is my baby. here's marty first meeting the man in the mirror:

He thought to lift his head before he accidentally drowned himself in the sink. He blindly reached for the hand towel to pat his face dry, letting out a heaving sigh into the soft fabric. Much softer than the towels we used to have, he remarked to himself. Jesus Christ, was life really that disappointing before, if the damn towels are an improvement? The towel fell into the sink alongside the pill bottle, and he yelped in surprise when he looked back in the mirror.

The face that stared back at him wasn’t his own. The reflection towered over him, piercing blue eyes boring into Marty’s own. There was no life behind these eyes, and they stared down at him like they could see right through him. A sudden shiver racked him; he could feel the cold gaze piercing his body, turning all of his blood to ice. Its eyebrows suddenly knit together, and it frowned deeply in contempt, eyes flitting about as it took in the sight of Marty. Marty could feel himself trembling under the reflection’s scrutiny.

as much as i kinda want to, i don't just want to post the entire beginning of the fic, so here's some of their first bits of dialogue, cuz i like the thing with the pills:

“How did you…I didn’t say that out loud.”

“You didn’t have to. I’m in your head, Marty. I can hear everything you’re thinking.”

Marty’s hand trembled as he reached for the pill bottle in the sink. His internal monologue was running a mile a minute as he frantically searched for the expiration date. No, you can’t. You can’t hear what I’m thinking because you’re not real. I’m just having a bad reaction to the pills. They have to be expired; they just have to. Where’s the damn expiration date? Good ‘til 1988…What year is it now? No, there has to be a mistake. This isn’t real. You’re not real, you don’t know what I’m thinking, you don’t know my name—Wait. You know my name; how do you know my name?

The reflection cut off Marty’s train of thought. “It’s because I’m you, Marty. The you that doesn’t exist anymore.”

this got long as hell but thank you again SO MUCH, anon, for showing interest in my wips!! let me know if there's any others you'd like to hear about! i didnt want to overwhelm you in the first ask by talking about EVERYTHING lol but i'm very willing to talk about the others as well

[withluvgen]

Dark Shadow - Warren Worthington III X Reader

Request from @val-halla-bitch

Hiya! Can I have a Warren birb fic where the reader has a “dark power” (like controlling shadows or something) and is basically the personification of a vampire, and dresses super goth and stuff and everyone is scared of her, but after Apocalypse, Warren has to room with her because she’s the only student without a roommate and they both have a crush on each other? Idk where this is going. Thank youuuuu <3

And

Hi!!! I LOVE your writing so muchhh! Can I pretty please get a Warren x reader where the reader has a spooky power (idk what) and most people are scared of her but warren thinks she’s cool and they end up dating and just very fluffy vibes? Thank youuuuuu <3

 A/N: Okay so to the person who requested this I’m sorry it took so long before I actually wrote this. I think they requested it at around August or September the first time? But don’t worry because I’m definitely making this a series. This turned out to be like an introduction part for y/n, so I’m deciding to make this into a series/ mini series. I kinda fell in love with writing this so yeah expect there to be more of this. 

Side note: I also kind of based her mutation on Tokoyami from My Hero Academia. 

WC: 1.5K

Warnings: Curse words, Angst. A little bit of fluff. 

DARK SHADOW

It was a rainy afternoon when he came into her life. He was new to the institute and was set to be her new roommate. It wasn’t new for y/n to be roomed with someone despite the gender, they didn’t last long as their roommate anyway so it didn’t really matter to her. The longest roommate she had lasted 2 weeks before y/n’s mutation scared them off.

People were always afraid of her, and she was used to it by this time. She grew up with people being scared of her because of her mutation, especially when she was younger and didn’t know how to control her mutation. She never made any friends as a child because of it, and now that she’s grown up she doesn’t feel the need to make friends. She was fine with being alone because she never needed anybody, or at least that’s what she thinks.

Her mutation? Shadow manipulation. She could control the shadows and make them do whatever she wants. Shadow puppets, that was her favorite thing to do with her mutation but sometimes she would lose control over them and the puppets would go wild. This happened a lot during the night or whenever it was too dark, but that didn’t stop her at times even if she knew the risks. She wanted to learn how to control it. It wasn’t until she was 10 years old that her mutation manifested into something dark, one of her puppets wouldn’t leave no matter what she did. It was as if it had developed a mind of its own. She was scared of her own mutation for the first time in her life. That was when she was sent to Xavier’s so she could learn how to control it.

After a year of studying her mutation, Hank couldn’t explain how or why her shadow puppet wouldn’t leave and why it had developed a mind of its own. But the professor had a feeling that it was because she was lonely. She felt as if she needed a friend and somehow her mutation manifested that friend for her.  As she grew older this shadow puppet, was no longer just a puppet for her. She learned that it was part of her now and actually became friends with it. As she slowly understood what the shadow was, she learned that her own emotions can be felt by the shadow and that they somehow have a psychic connection.

She never liked having anyone around, especially the roommates they tried to put her with. They were always too loud or too annoying. She didn’t have the hard to say this to them so at night when she’s asleep, her shadow would torment her roommate without her knowing. The next morning she’d wake up to the other side of the room completely empty.

That wasn’t the case for her current roommate. It has been about a month and Warren was still there. She wondered why that was. She was used to her roommates leaving after a week or two, but something made Warren stay. It made her curious. So, for the first time ever, she was going to try and befriend her roommate.

“H-hey.” She hesitantly said. Warren only looked at her direction with a questioning look on his face.

“Why are you here?” She asked trying not so sound rude.

“Uh? This is my room?” Warren raises an eyebrow at her.

“I fucking know that but I mean, why are you still here? It’s been a month, and you’re still here. I want to know why?” Y/N asks voice raising a little bit because of her frustration.

“Look, I’m not scared of you or your stupid dark shadow or whatever the fuck that thing is. I’ve been through so much worse than that thing tormenting me at night. So, whether you like it or not, I’m not going anywhere.” Warren says sitting up and places the comic book he was reading beside him.

“Tormenting you? Wait what?” she asks as this information is completely new to her.

“Very funny. I know you’ve been controlling that thing to scare me off so quit will you?” Warren says with a straight face as he looks her in the eyes.

“I- I really don’t know what you’re talking about though?” Her brow furrows as she conjures up her shadow puppet. “Puppet, care to explain what my roommate is saying?”

“I don’t know what he’s talking about.” Puppet says as it shakes its head.

“WOAH? That thing can talk?” Warren asks in astonishment.

“Yeah.  It has a mind of its own so I don’t completely control it.” Y/N says as she looks down a little embarrassed. This was the first time she ever told anyone about her mutation because she doesn’t have friends in the institute. She does have a few acquaintances like Jean, but she’s not exactly what she considers a friend. “It has been like this since I was Ten.”

“T-that’s actually pretty cool.” Warren says standing up to circle around puppet. He tries to touch the shadow but it bursts out.

“HEY STOP IT!” Puppet says appearing larger to scare off Warren.

“Sorry. Puppet doesn’t like people much. And uhh…you really think it’s cool? That’s actually the first time I’ve heard that.” Y/N says bashfully.

“I mean yeah? I’ve faced a lot of different mutants in my cage fights but this is the first time I’m seeing something like this.”

“T-thank you.” Y/N says as she feels her cheeks heating. Wondering what this feeling was.

It was a little while later when Y/N was alone in their room that she actually talked to shadow puppet to confront them about the whole “terrorizing the roommates” thing. She wasn’t upset about it she just found it a bit too much. She didn’t exactly want a roommate but she didn’t like the idea of puppet scaring people off on purpose just so she’d be alone.

“Look, Puppet, I’m not mad about it. I just want to know why you did it.” Y/N said as she sat on her bed looking a puppet that was pacing the room.

“I had to. You were feeling really upset about having a roommate and I thought you didn’t want them so I took care of them for you.” Puppet looked at her with sad eyes.

“I don’t want a roommate, but that doesn’t mean what you did was right. Have you done this for all of my past roommates?” She looks at her shadow puppet curiously.

“NO! Yes.” Puppet looks at the ground, as if ashamed of what it’s done.

“What the fuck? You’ve done this for the past 9 roommates I had, 10 including Warren?” Y/N bursts in laughter at the revelation.

“Yes.” Puppet answers sadly.

“It’s fine, puppet. I’m not mad. Just don’t do it anymore.” Y/N says as puppet instantly perks up at the sentence.

“Ohhhhhhhh~ you like him don’t you?!” Puppet exclaims.

“Shut up.” Y/N rolls her eyes as she looks away.

“Ohhhhh my little baby Y/N has a crush on the bird boy!” Puppet says running around happily. Mumbling about how to it should start planning a wedding. Y/N smiles watching her puppet be excited for the first time.

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It was a few months later and Y/N slowly started opening up to Warren more. For the first time in years, Y/N actually made a friend. It was weird for the other students to actually see Y/N smiling, but ever since she became friends with Warren, she has been more cheerful than she was in the previous years. Even shadow puppet wasn’t being aggressively scary anymore, well it still was but less often.

It didn’t take the other students to figure out that the reason behind Y/N’s change in demeanor was because of her new roommate. It was rare to see them without the other. Y/N and Warren suddenly became inseparable, and to the older students it was the cutest thing ever. The younger students were still afraid of the two since Y/N was the personification of darkness and Warren was one of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

“Here.” Warren says as he hands a cup of Y/N’s favorite drink to her before class.

“Thanks.” Y/N says accepting the drink with a warm smile on her face. The two of them head to class with puppet trailing behind them.

“Is it just me or does y/n seem a lot cheerful since Warren came here?” Peter asked Scott as they saw the two walk past them.

“It’s weird don’t you think?” Scott shrugs as he looks at the pair walking to class.

“I THINK IT’S ADORABLE!! DON’T YOU JUST SHIP THEM?!” Puppet says, popping out from the darkness before rushing to catch up with Y/n and Warren.

“See? Weird. Even her puppet is acting strange.” Scott says furrowing his brows.

“A little bit. But this is the first time I’ve seen her like this. Maybe she’ll finally let us be her friends.” Peter says before rushing to his class.

[calpops]

engagement party | c.h.

Your engagement party with Calum goes off without a hitch and questions about the wedding get answered with grins and full hearts.

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Thousands of blooming flowers surround you, stems and petals and fairy lights creating a demure glow to the night. People linger all about and Calum stays at your side. The ring on your finger glimmers under a full bright moon as friends and family come up to congratulate you both and take a peek at the opal and flecks of diamond. You wear a smile that doesn’t go away and Calum matches you, eyes crinkling and hands squeezing yours. He’s dressed up but not as much he will be for the wedding, images of him in a proper tux invading your thoughts. His parents and Mali even made it to the party, Calum flying them out without a second thought after the night he consoled you and promised you he and his family were your family now.

Michael and Luke come up at the same time with their partners on their arms and genuine happiness for the both of you on their faces. Small talk ensues about the wedding before Calum clears his throat and gives them both a knowing look.

“You’ll both be in my groom’s court?” Calum asks though you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have to. They’re his brothers and would never say no.

“Obviously,” Luke says and claps Calum on the back. The unasked question of one of them being the best man doesn’t phase either of them. You’re pretty sure everyone knows who that will be; there’s no envy or hard feelings about it. You’re also pretty sure they’ll all circle around to each being a best man for each other at some point.

“Couldn’t stop me even if you tried,” Michael joked, the entire group laughing but knowing the joke was quite honest. “I really didn’t know this day would ever come,” Michael continued, a teasing air to his tone. “Until the day he came back from your first date. Then I figured it would happen eventually.”

You go warm through a night breeze at Michael’s admission and look to Calum who only smiles at the told truth. The bench you sat on for your first date is just ahead of you, memories of sweaty hands and blushing cheeks, gentle small talk, a walk home and an even more gentle kiss on the cheek flood you. Calum quietly recounts that day to the group who coo at the memory. The botanical garden is the perfect place to celebrate the engagement. It had been in Calum’s plans since he decided to buy you a ring and ask you to marry him. Ashton comes through the small crowd suddenly, a glass of sparkling cider in his hands and amusement in his eyes.

“I told Calum to propose to you here,” Ashton says with a shrug. “Not that it would’ve happened that way anyway,” he says with a knowing eye. You go flush at the comment but Calum pulls you closer, fits you under his arm and shakes his head. The night of the proposal had been a bit of a disaster but a yes and the next day had made up for it tenfold.

“I wanted to save it for this… and the wedding…” Calum trails off and looks at you. “If you’d like that?”

You’re nodding before words of confirmation can form. He’s smiling. The group rings in with their approval and comments of how beautiful that will be. “I would. Can we? Is it possible?” You inquire. The engagement party being here during closing hours is one thing, but a wedding during business hours is another.

“I’ve already looked into it,” Calum confirms with a nod and dips down to kiss your cheek. “But we can look for other venues too, just to be sure.”

You shake your head. You’ve already got images of the wedding here in your mind. The crowd of close friends and family mingling with flowers and lights helps to bring the picture alive. A wedding arch where the bench you first sat would be divine with blossoming marigolds behind you, possibly even intertwined into the lattice work of the arch you can conjure up in your imagination. You don’t want to be married anywhere else.

“No, this is perfect,” you say, mind made up without needing to venture anywhere else.

The group starts to disperse so other people can congratulate you but Calum holds Ashton back.

“I gotta ask you something,” he says and makes Ashton pause and turn back around to face you both. You already know the question that will pass Calum’s lips. “Would you be the best man?”

Ashton’s grin is splitting, dazzling against the background of highlighted flowers. He nods through his words. “Of course. I’m so happy for you two,” he says and pulls you both into a hug with his drink splashing around the rim at the motion. Ashton and Calum both choke back what could be tears.

“Thanks mate, for everything,” Calum says as you realize how much Ashton has done for Calum and for your relationship with him. He was the one to fly to London with him to help pick out the ring with Mali, the one to help plan the proposal that accidentally happened twice. You have no doubt he will be the best best man.

“Anytime,” Ashton promises and steps away so Calum’s parents and Mali can take his place.

You have your own question to ask Calum’s sister. As soon as she’s in hearing distance you’re blurting it out—a lot less practiced than Calum’s question for Ashton—and she’s nodding as she wraps her arms around you, forcing Calum’s hold from you in favor of hers.

“I was wondering if you’d ask me to be the maid of honor,” she said as she pulled away from the hug.

“I told her you would,” Calum comments and throws his hands up in surrender when you give him a look for ruining the surprise. “She wouldn’t drop it. I had to tell her,” he defends and Mali corroborates for him.

“There’s no one else I’d want up there with us,” you promise much to her delight and satisfaction.

Mali and Calum’s parents wish you both well and move on for others to come through but you pull Calum aside when you want a moment alone. Crowds—even small ones with only people closest to you— have never been your favorite. You need a moment to catch your breath and calm down, Calum’s presence always helpful in those endeavors.

“Doing okay?” He questions, concern evident in gentle brown eyes.

“Yes,” you answer honestly, you are okay, you’re overwhelmed with happiness at what the future holds and all that this party means. You sigh, unsure you can put that into words. Instead you settle for, “I can’t wait to be married.”

Calum smirks. “I can’t wait for the honeymoon,” he says and pushes a strand of hair behind your ear. He’s delicate with you and his words are enough to get you to laugh. You needed this moment alone with him more than you first realized.

He wraps his arms around you and kisses the side of your head in your moment of being alone with him and bliss. Your friends and family linger out in the garden while you soak up Calum’s affections and jokes.

“Will you ever tell me where this honeymoon might be?” You wonder aloud, Calum having told you he had it taken care of.

“No, that’d ruin the surprise,” he says. “Just trust me.”

“I do,” you reply and grin at the word choice you will be saying again soon enough. Calum catches it too and smiles along with you. I do isn’t so far away and you know those words will last forever.

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Based on the dwc prompts: “Will you be the best man?”, “I can’t wait to be married”, “I can’t wait for the honeymoon” and @outerspaceisbetterthannothing message: Engagement party in a botanical garden they had their first date (where Cal planned on asking her to marry him originally). Everything is in the lights and looks magical. Ash mocks her how he ruined a perfect proposal they spent weeks organized. His family is here (he had no doubts and flown them out), she asks Mali to be her maid of honour and says how she’s always wanted a sister. And Cal is happier than he ever though he could be.

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20 First Lines

Tagged by @athgalla and @novantinuum​! Thanks! This should be interesting!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories.  See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

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I don’t have 20 “published” fics so I might fill out the extras with some old or unfinished things.

Unless otherwise specified, these are Gravity Falls fics. I’ll just go in order from oldest to newest with the extras tacked on at the end:

1) Mending

A chilled evening breeze, laced in the scents of grass and evergreen, blew through the broken walls and collapsed beams of the Mystery Shack’s living room.

2) Behind the Facade (starts with a flashback to childhood)

Stan kicked his feet, sending his swing hurtling back and forth.

3) The Vandals

From the moment he returned to Dimension 46’/, Stanford wanted to know what had become of his old friend, Fiddleford.

4) Maybe It’s Not Too Late

The Stan O’ War II was a creaky vessel cobbled together by loving hands.

5) Artistic Differences

Crisp leaves rustled across the gravel path in a cascade of yellow and orange.

6) Letters to the Oracle

Early September brought a cool breeze to the forest making Stanford’s morning walks infinitely more pleasant.

7) The Gift of Sleep

Dipper yawned and turned another page, soaking in the story of a boy who could travel to other worlds in his dreams.

8) One Person’s Boredom Is Another Person’s Fun (One shot in the Maybe It’s Not Too Late series)

Stanford’s pen scribbled between the lines of a notebook, his curly cursive filling the backs and fronts of nearly every dogeared page with revised notes from a long day of lectures.

9) The Best Handyman This Place Has Ever Seen

Stan showed nearly every yellowed tooth of his dentures in a smile that strained his cheeks as much as his patience.

10) Maybe It's Not Too Late - deleted/unwritten scenes

Stan and Fiddleford dragged their feet across the terrazzo, slogging their way to the musty elevator through a maze of scuffed walls and hospital halls.

11) Heroism is Subjective (Starts with a flash forward to Dipper and Mabel as adults)

Dipper had barely climbed out of his slush-spattered SUV when a flash of pink and purple slammed into him and powerful arms wrapped around his neck.  Mabel's quilted coat sleeves squished against his cheeks as she squealed in delight, "Dipper!"

12) The Plaidypus

In a tangle of half-shadows cast in purple, red, green, and blue, stretching from the base of each object on his desk, cast from the glow of every lamp in his study turned to its brightest setting, Stanford's head spun.

13) The Man Downstairs

A quiet mind was a rare occurrence for Stanford Pines, even before he'd made the deal that plunged his life into lonely confinement.

14) He Thought He’d Be Relieved (One-shot in The Man Downstairs series)

It had already been three years - Three years since that demon discovered a way to possess Ford's body whenever he pleased and they still had no way of stopping him.

15) A Fresh Start

Ford awoke, curled up on his side, to the nose-tingling scent of fresh-cut wood and a sneeze that alerted him to a more pressing matter than his irritated sinuses.

16) Devour-Ed (The only Ed, Edd, and Eddy thing I’ve ever written - from 2004 >_< If anyone wants to look at this atrocity it actually still exists on Fanart Central along with some old art which is half embarrassingly horrible and half actually not bad)

“Run, Ed, run!” Edd screamed, to a scurrying Ed. “I’m running, I’m running!” Ed huffed as he carried Edd on his shoulders. “Hurry, hurry!” Edd panicked. “I’m hurrying, I’m hurrying!” “In, in!” The two Eds scrambled through the door to Ed’s house. “I’m inning, I’m inning!”

17) Ripples to Waves (Working title - original WIP)

“Hurry!  Uh… I mean…  please, can’t we go any faster?”  Thick navy cotton crinkled between Kai’s fidgeting hands leaving the hem of his military cadet coat pressed with wrinkles.

18) Untitled Prequel to Ripples to Waves (Is it? IDK. It might be part 1 of the series?)

Wilhelmina was, despite her habit of climbing dirt piles and rolling down the sides, a princess.

19) Maybe Part 2 or 3 of Ripples to Waves? This one might need some explanation since it would have been set up in a previous part that Alstr is blind, Kai has actually silver hair and uses tarnish remover to clean it sometimes, and they train together daily. (And they might be destined to be NB ace partners but don’t know it yet ;))

Alstr’s staff sailed through the air toward Kai’s head.  He barely somersaulted out of the way, his braid flipping behind him and leaving a pungent trail of tarnish remover for Alstr to follow.

20) There is no 20 :P

Technically there are... other things I’ve written but I’m not going to be horny on main I mean there are a bunch of things that will never be finished and a bunch that are too nebulous to pick out an opening line so I’ll just leave it at that.

Welp, guess I go for a lot of description or setting the scene right away. Some are awfully wordy in looking back on them. The shorter, snappier ones feel better to me now. 

As for a favorite, I kind of like # 18. It’s short but still sets up the premise of the character. And I’m pretty fond of #13 and #9 for setting up the mood/tone.

And now for the tagging! It looks like a bunch of people I know have already been tagged but if you haven’t been and you see this, consider yourself tagged!