#if i post these at midnight i can reblog them the next day :>

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hotter than a june kiss i'm blushing a shade of licorice

oc kiss week 2025 - featuring @scionshtola's corisande ymir

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midnight cravings

member — minghao x f reader genre — smut word count — 1.7k synopsis — what better way is there to get a good night's rest than having minghao fuck you to sleep? warnings — descriptions of female anatomy, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, praise, nicknames (baby, honey, good girl), established relationship notes — june onlyhuis posting 2 days in a row... unheard of ! i was gonna wait a bit longer to post this but a) am impatient and b) i still feel bad about disappearing off the face of the earth for so long so i’m making up for it <3 pls feel free to reblog/comment/send an ask if you liked this!! i'm really trying to get back into writing again and any feedback helps me a ton :) enjoy!

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it's not often that you wake up in the middle of the night feeling restless.

sometimes it's because you desperately need a drink of water, and sometimes it's because you need to pee. sometimes it's because you had a nightmare that startles you so bad, you just need to lie awake for a second to calm yourself down.

but sometimes it's for a different reason. sometimes, you have a dream that's so good, you can't stop thinking about it when you wake up. thinking about… minghao.

rolling onto your side, you watch him, eyes still adjusting to the darkness as you try to ignore the throbbing between your legs. 

as you start to wake up you notice the way his long hair falls across his face. his barely audible snores fill the room, the sound much too peaceful for the thoughts you're currently having.

you inhale quietly, hesitating as you debate your next move. finally you decide to reach out, tapping his shoulder as lightly as you can.

“hao?” you whisper, pushing the sheets down to your waist. seconds turn into minutes as you wait for a reply, but the snores continue.

you tap his arm again, almost holding your breath.

the snoring stops, so you whisper his name a little louder, hoping to wake him up gradually and not startle him. “minghao?”

there's a mumbled noise, then finally a “hmm?” as he lifts his head off the pillow.

you don't reply, not knowing quite how to reply, so he breathes out slowly and starts to shake himself away from sleep. “what time is it?”

“late,” you tell him hesitantly, voice hushed.

he squints his eyes shut for a moment before opening them again. “why're you up?”

you pause for a moment. “had a dream.”

“good one or bad one?”

you feel your cheeks burn, but it still doesn't compare to the heat building in the pit of your stomach. “good. really good.”

he hums with a little chuckle. he knows exactly what you want now, but he never lets you off easy. “and what do you need me for?” he asks.

you try to hold back a whimper, knowing you're gonna have to use your words if you want something. “fuck me back to sleep, hao, will you? please?”

your hand slips beneath the sheets, gently resting on his thigh before trailing over the waistband of his silk pajama pants. before you even touch him you know he's already starting to get hard, just from the sigh he lets out at the warmth of your palm against his leg.

“is that what you need, baby?” he asks, his voice breathy and deep from sleep. “need me to take care of you?”

you squeeze your thighs together impatiently. “please?” you ask again. you move your hand against his bulge, feeling his hips push up against you.

minghao groans, his hand on top of yours pressing into his cock. “roll onto your side,” he says, the words gentle but commanding.

you move to face away from him as he pushes up onto his elbows, leaning over your body and gently brushing your hair onto the pillow. “tell me about your dream,” he says, bending down to kiss your neck.

his lips are warm and distracting. “don't remember,” you sigh. “just thinking about you. always thinking about you.”

he hums against your neck and you can't help but smile. the action is so similar to what he'd do during the daytime, but at the same time so completely different. you love it when he's rough and hard and makes you feel like you're bursting at the seams, but you love the times like this too, whispers and spontaneous touches that feel almost like a dream.

his hand curls around your body, cold fingertips against your stomach making you shiver as they slowly move their way down between your legs and push your panties to the side.

“so wet already,” he whispers, running his finger between your folds. “have you been awake long?”

you gasp when he pushes into you, clenching around his index finger. “no,” you breathe out. “i woke you up as soon as i did.”

“you didn't even try to take care of it yourself?” he asks, and you can almost hear the proud grin in his words.

“knew you could do a better job,” you whine as he pushes another finger into your heat. “a-always take such good care of me, i just wanted you.”

“such a good girl for me,” he breathes out in agreement, and you hear him groan as he presses his bulge into the back of your thigh. “are you prepped enough or do you need more?”

“need your cock, hao, please?” you beg him, and reluctantly he pulls his fingers out of you but quickly replaces them with his cock.

it's completely dark in the room save for the moonlight shining through the window. but it doesn't take minghao long to position himself behind you, guiding his length between your legs with the practiced ease that could only come from knowing someone as long as you have.

“fuck… not gonna last long, honey,” he groans as he slides into you, gently holding your thighs apart.

he draws back out of you, pushing himself into you harder and harder with each snap of his hips. “don't need to, just don't stop,” you moan at the slow and rhythmic motion. “just make me cum.”

he leans over to kiss your temple, his body almost completely surrounding you under the covers. with his free hand he brushes your hair out of the way, cradling your head against his chest. 

you can tell he's more tired than usual because of the languid pace he's set, giving you slow, deep thrusts that make you feel so light, like you'd float away from the bed if it weren't for his arms wrapped around you. 

each stroke seems almost deeper than the last, and you swear you can feel every ridge and vein of his cock ingrained inside you.

he pauses for a beat, adjusting his hips to get a better angle. you gasp, back arching away from him as each thrust kisses you in the spot that makes your knees weak.

“right there—fuck! right there, please keep going,” you babble to him, balling your hands into fists and gripping your pillow as you struggle to find something to hold onto. 

he doesn't say anything in reply, concentrated on keeping his pace.

your walls throb with pleasure and you're sure he can feel it too, judging by the guttural moans he lets out each time he pulls out of you.  

“minghao, close, c-close!” you whimper, voice shaking as you try to warn him. it only takes a couple more deep thrusts before an orgasm overtakes you that blurs your vision with stars, and all you can do is gasp for breath as you shudder in his arms, clenching uncontrollably around his cock.

you release your grip on the pillow and move your hand onto his, squeezing him so tightly you think you might break him as you struggle to ride out the waves of pleasure.

he exhales sharply as his thrusts begin to get sloppier, and you know he's close, too.

“cum for me,” you plead, breathless whispers cutting through the dark. “wanna feel you.”

minghao curses and pushes his face into your neck, his hot breath making your skin prickle. the weight of his body atop yours has an almost calming effect as you recover from your orgasm, even as he continues to desperately thrust into you, chasing that last bit of pleasure.

within just a few more strokes he's coming undone and you feel your walls flood with warmth. he leaves open-mouthed kisses and moans across your shoulder, his entire body tensed against your back as he empties into you.

the moment seems to last forever until he finally loosens his grip around you, keeping his cock inside you as he breathes out slowly.

“feel better, baby?” he asks, gently kissing your cheek as he pushes your sweat-drenched hair out of the way once more. “just like your dream?”

you sigh, unable to hide the smile on your face. “perfect. better than the dream.”

“i love you,” he mumbles against your neck. “always so good for me. anything you need, darling, i'm all yours.”

your face warms and you don't reply, but you squeeze his hand again and he squeezes back.

after a moment you throw the covers off and exhale, mentally preparing yourself to get out of bed as minghao pulls out of you with a groan. you can feel his cum beginning to seep out so you force yourself up before it can get on the sheets, not wanting to clean up any more than you have to. 

your exhaustion hits you all at once, and you rush through clean up as fast as you can so you can finally relax. minghao follows you to the bathroom, cleaning himself up and handing you a cold washcloth once you're finished, seeming just as eager as you are to get back to sleep.

the second you're finished he tugs your hand back into the bedroom, both of you falling onto the bed. even with the overhead fan circulating cool air the room is much too warm to sleep with pajamas now, so you settle for just a clean pair of underwear before jumping under the covers again.

silence settles in quickly once you're both back in bed, lying on your side with minghao's arm draped across your waist. it's not long before he starts to snore again, but you barely stay awake long enough to hear it, the familiar sound lulling you back to sleep in no time at all.

it's not the first time you've woken him up in the middle of the night, and it certainly won't be the last.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley Fic Recommendations Pt 2🎀✨

this post will contain sfw and nsfw content - nsfw below the cut! please support the writers!! they deserve a lot of love for sharing their fics with us<3 comment, reblog, and like their posts - gonna be real, I’d just binge their blogs because let’s be honest… everything they write goes incredibly hard

SFW:

starting strong with @tojisun! hugs and kisses, have coming home to… Simon? and some subspace

can’t not include @gremlinmodetweeker and their Ghost Icks post

@simonsrileyhusband is up next with Teen!Simon helping Teen!Reader come out to their parents

a fan favourite, @khioneee’s fic about Simon’s instinct to protect

the start to a series that has ruined me, @majinbangus’s fic about Johnny getting you a ‘dog’

from @themotherofhorses, holding Simon while he cries

@simonbrain gave us Simon being good with kids

@chaosandmarigolds was fantastic and wrote Traditional!Simon Riley

@midnight-shadow-cafe, and their big, beautiful brain, served up Closer Than You Think

our lovely @xoxunhinged wrote about Simon taking you out and Simon being clumsy

aah!! @dante-mightdie is serving up some angst with Simon and BlueCollar!Simon Riley

@puff0o0 was so, so sweet and gave us kissing Simon’s gun and Simon with a cold partner

@fishsinsareacknowledged wrote about Simon destressing with you and hugging Simon

love this from @i-love-you-just-the-same, telling Simon “we’re getting married”

hi, dmitriene actually posted this as I was finishing up the masterlist so… it’s fresh!! Simon letting himself rest

and, from @leafavleo’s wonderful blog, push ups with Simon

please make sure to read content warnings (CW) and/or trigger warnings (TW)! your comfort comes first, check the fic before you read it<3

NSFW:

is it really a masterlist if I don’t include @codnasties? thought so, we’re indulging in a little Dom!Ghost taking care of his princess and CNC with Simon

@k6tzie gave us some CoD 🌽!links and Sub!Virgin!Ghost

we’re going to round back to tojisun! I might have a bias for their fics… maybe. listing them off in no particular order: DadBod!Simon Riley, Biker!Simon Riley, Simon bullying into you, Simon Riley’s breeding kink, loving sex, oral fixation, practicing for Simon and a follow up post - toji!!! love you, pookie<3

a GN! and Male!Reader writer, our beloved simonsrileyhusband again! Loser!Simon Riley x Older!Reader, Loser!Virgin!Simon, Loser!Simon Riley, Older!Simon, size kink, and sucking off Simon

hello, hello @simonrillleyyysss, we love Ghost on your period and (tbf it can be read as sfw, but it’s in nsfw just to cover my bases) sucking on Simon’s nipples

@simonriley09, smooches, Inexperienced!Simon Riley x Virgin!Reader and (specifically held off on reblogging just to put it in here first) public sex with Simon

back to simonbrain, Simon’s depraved and Simon and his harmless bird

OKAY. dante-mightdie popped off with Butcher!Simon Riley - can we make that clear? okay, Butcher!Simon Riley being a little gross, Butcher!Simon Riley taking you in the break room, camping with Butcher!Simon Riley, and Butcher!Simon Riley needs a hand

@yawnderu wrote a wonderful sex pollen fic

guess what… another sex pollen fic from @shotmrmiller

@lxvvie made my brain blue screen with grey sweatpants, little Lieutenant Riley, and it’s yours

we all clap and cheer, it’s @evilgwrl with Simon’s too big

@ghouljams… thanking you every day for Cerberus!Ghost

b-b-b- @bi-writes! mwah, Ghost doesn’t take his mask off

another one from @navybrat817 where Simon fucks you with the mask on

did someone say @dmitriene? I did! collaring Simon, Simon being gentle, and rough sex with Simon

big brain moment from @theorist-fox, Simon’s not a stallion in bed and I’m unwell for this

speaking of unwell, @lovelyghst wrote about his Jacob’s ladder

@lvrsrequ3st gave us Simon edges you

@girlyteengirlcore’s overstim with Simon fic, wonderful

Subtle Thirst by @blingblong55, tasty, yummy, scrumptious

@maskedbyghost’s fic where Simon recites his vows is so very good

so, we’re back to majinbangus… oh boy. Simon gets a bath and pulling Simon’s collar, but like, read through the series, I’m begging you

@nighttimealone wrote some humping with Simon, love to see it

“do you think you'll kill for me one day?” from @cherie-doll

@thedivinetexts gave us Simon sharing you with the 141

@khioneee wrote about Simon being too big and Simon’s voice

@beloveds-embrace wrote a little something, too heavy? never

@musouie wrote about how Simon begs

@konigsblog served up some Bull!Simon x Cow!Reader oh my god

and, last but certainly not least, an oral fixation from @fictionismyreality3

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ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ (ʀᴀꜰᴇ ᴄᴀᴍᴇʀᴏɴ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ)

this is part two. for part one, click here!

pairing: rafe cameron x f!reader, (not au, both are early to mid 20's)

word count: 4.6k

summary: you wait up for rafe after he leaves you for sofia

warnings: ANGST/THEMES OF DEPRESSION. please only read if you're comfortable!, reader literally sits on her couch for 2 days, forced undressing (not sexually), no smut but they shower together, rafe is trying to be good i promise, i haven't finished s4 so if i get shit wrong about his house i'm sorry, not proofread

a note: ik i just posted part 1 yesterday but like. i had to keep cooking. let me know if you want a part three! also, i think this is my longest fic to date...

please reblog and like, it means a lot! let me know what you think!

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You wait for him all day. Like the good girl he expects you to be.

You shower and pamper yourself, trying to take the edge off, but it’s all for naught. You were going to be an anxious, stressed mess until you heard those three knocks. You sit, fully dressed in a simple crop top and miniskirt, watching TV. You don’t dare move from this spot, just in case he decides to come home to you early.

The clock strikes one, and the waiting is too much for you. You're anxious, stressed, nervous; everything that you didn't want to be. The waiting feels like hours but also like seconds, the seconds ticking away painfully slow and too fast, the minutes and hours passing without your realization or intention.

You watch the TV with unseeing eyes, still sitting on the couch, fully dressed. And then it strikes two. And all you can do is wait some more. You don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there. You’ve already made it through a season of the show you were watching, mindlessly staring at the screen.

Sitting. 

Waiting.

The sun starts to set, orange and pink hues streaking across your living room. You don’t move from your spot, starting to grow even more anxious. The tag on your shirt is starting to irritate you, but you don’t dare to move. You didn’t want to miss him, didn’t want to miss the knocks from your bedroom. 

The sun completely sets, the only source of light coming from your TV. It’s just a few minutes after 6:00pm, but the room feels dark, so much darker than any other night before. Your phone vibrates, dancing across the coffee table, but it isn’t Rafe, so you don’t answer it, not wanting to miss the three knocks. Your patience grows thin, and each second feels like an eternity. Waiting is never a pleasant thing. Waiting for him is even worse.

6 PM turns into 9 PM, and suddenly it’s midnight. Rafe never came home.

You continue to stay up, pinching your arm occasionally to wake you back up. You didn’t want to miss him. You had a habit of being a heavy sleeper and sleeping in, and you knew that you would miss the knocks. 

You grab your phone, scrolling through Sofia’s Instagram with shaky hands. There was no point in checking Rafe’s, he barely posted. The little pink ring swims around Sofia’s profile picture, and you click on her story.

The first story is from 12 hours ago, showing a plate from a fancy brunch spot on the mainland. The date he ditched you to take her on. The next story is from 10 hours ago, a shot of both of their hands holding cups of ice cream on a pier somewhere. He was wearing the gold Ouroboros ring you bought him, and it makes your heart clench. The next story is from 7 hours ago, a selfie of her looking frustratingly gorgeous in Rafe’s bedroom, the covers pulled up over her bare chest.

Did they fuck? Even after everything that happened last night?

The last story is from 3 hours ago, a selfie of them together outside a sushi restaurant, her arm around his neck while he looks off into the distance, a cigarette in his mouth. He’s still wearing that stupid ring.

Did he forget about you?

It wouldn’t be the first time.

You hope, foolishly, that he would text you, tell you he’s running late and that he’ll be there soon. But he doesn’t. You don’t move to text him first, knowing he won’t respond anyway, especially if Sofia is next to him.

You set your phone down, feeling completely overwhelmed. The possibility of them sleeping together tonight makes you sick to your stomach, but you wouldn’t put it past Rafe to do something like that. Especially after what he said yesterday.

She’s my girlfriend.

And you were just his…what? His friend? His side chick? The other woman? A warm mouth and a tight hole that he sought out when he was done with Sofia’s shit?

You drop your phone onto the floor, grabbing the pillow from under your head and pressing your face into it, trying to silence your sobs. It takes everything in you not to scream into the pillow, your body shaking with the force of your sobs. How could you be such an idiot? He never fails to make you feel so naïve. You thought last night would change everything between the two of you, but it didn’t. 

All it did was remind you how worthless you were, that you were just his second best. Maybe the picture that you painted of him looks better in your mind.

You suddenly jump when your window slams shut. It blows open again before slamming once more, your curtains rippling with the wind. You get up, shuffling across the room. You shut the window, drawing the curtains closed, but not before looking out of them to see if Rafe’s car was parked outside. 

It wasn’t.

You lay back down, resting your head on your pillow, starting to stare at the screen again. You make it through a few more episodes of whatever the hell you put on before it suddenly shuts off. Even the show’s characters didn’t want to be with you. Your head is pounding, your throat is dry, and your eyes are red-rimmed and swollen from your tears. Your heart aches, and your lungs sting with every breath you take.

You don’t even move to turn the TV off or try to fix it. You just lay there, crying in the light of the TV static.

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The sun rises, and you don’t get up at first. 

You didn’t want to move, just in case he showed up, but part of you knew deep down that he wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon. You fix the TV before laying back down, staring mindlessly at the screen, trying to distract yourself. You reach down onto the floor, grabbing your phone. You check Sofia’s Instagram again. The little pink circle around her picture taunts you. You click on it anyway, wiping the tears out of your eyes.

Joining the remaining stories from yesterday is one new post. A selfie of her with a clay facemask on, one eye closed as she blocks the sunlight with her hand, lounging beside Rafe’s new pool. She’s wearing a necklace with a diamond ‘R’ charm on it, as if she’s personally rubbing it in your face.

You lock your phone, putting it down on the floor before sliding it away with a flick of your wrist. It doesn’t go far, hitting one of the legs of your coffee table. You change the show on your TV, picking some true-crime documentary before laying your head back down.

You watch the show with distant eyes, feeling completely numb. You don’t know why you keep checking her account, knowing it would just make you feel even worse. But you do it anyway, because maybe deep down you deserve it. You think about texting him, asking him if he’s coming over today. But you don’t dare. You don’t want to come off as a clingy whore. 

Your phone buzzes from the floor, vibrating the coffee table, startling you. You stay on the couch, reaching across the floor with one hand and grabbing your phone. You eagerly turn it over, expecting it to be from Rafe, maybe a long apology text, or even just a simple ‘On my way over.’ The phone doesn’t immediately light up. You hate that feature. You tap on the screen, your face immediately falling.

It’s just an email from your electric company about your mid-cycle usage report.

You let out a sharp scream, chucking your phone against the wall. It doesn’t shatter, but it bends around the sharp corner of the plaster.

The scream of frustration is cathartic, but it doesn’t last long. It’s quickly replaced by the feeling of loneliness that has become so common these past few days. But right now, it seems like a million times more unbearable. You start to cry again, burying your face back into your pillow.

The sun sets, and then it gets dark. You don’t move.

You can’t move. What if he comes back? What if this is the time he knocks? You can’t miss them. You can’t miss him. You curl yourself into a pathetic heap on the couch, hoping that he’ll come back. He will. He has to. He has to know how miserable you are. He has to realize how badly he’s hurting you and actually care about it this time. 

But each hour feels even more hopeless than the last. You stay up, wide awake, all night thinking about him. You don’t hear a single knock. You don’t see any headlights or cars pulling up into your driveway. There’s nothing but crickets in the distance and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears.

You barely pay attention to the show in front of you, staring with unfocused eyes at the screen. The sun starts to rise, casting a soft pink hue onto your living room. You’ve been sitting on your couch for two days, waiting for a man who probably doesn’t want you. Two days. Two days of sitting here, hoping, praying that he would come back. Two days of sitting here like a fool, waiting for a man who’s with someone else.

Yet you can’t seem to find the motivation to get up. You can’t. Just in case, this time, he shows up.

Your head throbs, your heartbeat pounding in your ears. You shut your eyes, burying your face in your pillow. You wish you were laying your head on his chest instead. Your thoughts are too loud, too consuming, too overwhelming. It’s hard to think clearly, to sort things out in your head. You’re so exhausted, mentally and physically, that you start to doze off.

You fall asleep, face buried in your mascara stained pillow.

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Your eyes suddenly shoot open when you feel your shoulder being shaken and a hand on your face.

“Hey, sweetheart. Wake up, I’m here.” Rafe’s voice is like music to your ears. Soft, low, deep. You feel his large hand against your cheek, his thumb gently stroking your skin as he tries to gently coax you awake. He’s here. After two long days of no food, no shower, no company except your own miserable thoughts, he’s here.

“Rafe?” You ask, head and body aching from two days of laying completely still on your uncomfortable Ikea couch.

“Yeah, baby. I’m here.” Rafe says, his voice soft and gentle. His fingers trail along your cheek, his hand so big against your face. He tries to hide it, but you can see the slight grimace on his face as he takes you in. “Are you okay? I tried calling you this morning, but you didn’t answer.”

You glance around, trying to take in your surroundings. You finally fell asleep, and judging by the slowly setting sun, you slept for a while. “My phone, I um…” You gesture to the smashed phone laying across the room.

Rafe sighs, his brow furrowing as he glances over to your smashed phone. “I’ll buy you a new one.” He says, looking back at you. His expression falls, and his eyes narrow. “How long have you been sitting here?”

“Two days.” You say, sitting up. You’re still in the same crop top and miniskirt, your hair starting to feel greasy and itchy.

“Jesus, baby.” Rafe exhales, shaking his head. “Have you eaten anything?” He asks, brushing your messy hair out of your face gently.

“I was waiting for you.” You say, completely ignoring his question. “You said you would come back. I was waiting for you.” You look up at him, feeling completely and utterly pathetic.

His eyes soften, his hand moving to cup your face in his palm. “I know. And I came back, like I promised.” He says soothingly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently. “Baby, you look terrible.”

“No, you promised me two days ago that you would come back.” You say, your voice growing thick as you start to cry again. “You said after your brunch date with Sofia that you would come back.”

Rafe opens his mouth to speak, only to close it again. He doesn’t say anything for a while, as if trying to come up with something to say. His expression shifts slightly, from sympathetic to something else, something almost akin to guilt. He sighs, finally speaking, “I’m sorry. I know. I didn’t realize how late it was until it was too late to swing by here.”

“So you left me hanging for an extra day?” You ask, reaching up to wipe away a stray tear.

“I’m sorry, alright?” He says, still gentle, but a hint of irritation is there. “I know I said I’d-… I said I’d come back, but I lost track of time, baby. I had to hang out with her for a while to keep up appearances.”

“Oh, fuck you and your appearances!” You say, standing up. You lose balance, reaching down with one hand to balance yourself on the arm of the couch. “Just admit that you didn’t want to see me.”

Rafe reaches out to steady you on your feet, frowning. “That’s not-… I did want to see you.” He says, his voice growing sterner, more irritated. “But I had other obligations. I had to keep up appearances. I told you that.”

“Don’t expect me to believe that bullshit, Rafe.” You say. You try to pull away from him, but he tightens his grip on your arm. “You can just dump me, you know.”

“Yeah? So can you.” He snaps back, his grip on your arm tightening even more.

Your face and eyes twitch slightly, your chest aching. You feel so stupid. Your breathing starts to escalate, coming out of your nose in short puffs. “Let go of me.”

“No.” He says, his voice hard, stern. He still grips your arm tightly, not wanting to let you go. He knows you well enough to understand that you would storm off, maybe even lock yourself in your bedroom. Both of Rafe’s hands move to your hips, pulling you closer. “Sweetheart, look at me.”

“No!” You shout, trying to pull away. You twist around, reaching down and trying to tug his hands apart. “You can’t do this to me!”

“Baby, look at me! I said, look at me!” Rafe raises his voice, finally using his strength against you, pinning you against his chest with his arms around your waist. He’s got you pressed flush against him now, one hand grabbing your chin and forcing you to face him, your neck craning. “Look at me when I’m talking to you, sweetheart.”

You squirm and wiggle, starting to cry. “You can’t treat me like this!”

His grip tightens, his jaw tensing as he grips your chin and face roughly. It almost feels like he’s manhandling you, forcing you to stay in place as he glares at you. His blue eyes have a hard edge to them. “I will treat you anyway I damn well please, sweetheart. You’re in no place to make demands or tell me what I can and can’t do. I said, look at me.”

You finally meet his gaze. You just sit in his grasp, sniffling as more and more tears threaten to fall. Your bottom lip trembles, and you wonder if you look as pathetic as you feel.

Rafe sighs, his expression growing soft. He loosens his grip on your face, his thumb caresses your cheek. He takes a deep breath, counting to four. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s get you cleaned up.” In one swift motion, he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder as he makes his way towards your bathroom.

“No! Let go of me!” You whine, pounding your fists against his back.

“Quit it.” He snaps, reaching behind his back and grabbing both of your wrists, yanking your hands away from him as best he can. “I swear to god, sweetheart, I will spank you if you don’t stop punching me in the back.” He pushes open the bathroom door, setting you down on the edge of the bathtub, your wrists still in his grip. He turns on the shower, waiting for the water to warm up before turning to you with a sigh. “Take off your clothes, sweetheart.”

“No.” You whine, trying to tug your wrists away.

He scoffs, exasperated. “I’m tired of having to repeat myself to you, baby. You’re gonna take a goddamn shower even if I have to force you to, so drop that attitude real quick, or I’ll strip you myself.” He leans in closer, his eyes darkening, his jaw clenching again. “You wanna be bratty and defiant with me? I can get real bratty with you right back, sweetheart. Real bratty.”

Your eyes water and your bottom lip trembles. Rafe sighs, taking another deep breath. He had to be nicer to you. “You gotta shower, baby, come on.” He grabs the bottom of your crop top gently, thumb rubbing along the hem.

You sniffle, wiping your cheeks. When your scalp starts to itch, and you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, mascara smeared, you realise he’s right. You raise your arms up.

“Good girl.” He says, sounding relieved. He reaches behind you to grab the bottom of your shirt, slowly pulling it up over your head. He can see how exhausted you are, how awful you look and how horrible you must feel. He gently drops your shirt on the floor, gently running a hand through your hair with a sigh. He reaches behind you and grabs the waist strap of your skirt. “Lift your hips for me, sweetheart.”

You obey, lifting your hips.

Rafe slides the skirt off your hips and down your thighs, setting it on top of your shirt on the floor. He then grabs the waistband of your panties, kissing your hipbones as he tugs them off of your legs and adds them to the pile of discarded clothing. He then reaches forward, gently running his fingers through your hair. “You’re so pretty, baby.” He says, his voice quiet.

“Thank you.” You whisper.

He can tell that you’re still upset with him, and while he’s annoyed by it, he tries to maintain his composure, trying to be patient with you. He steps back, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it aside before undoing his jeans. “Come on, pretty girl. Get in the shower while I undress.”

You nod, standing up on shaky legs and stepping into the shower. Your muscles instantly relax under the water as you step in, back facing the water.

Rafe watches you for a moment, his gaze lingering on your body before you shut the curtain. He quickly discards the rest of his clothes. Slowly, deliberately, he steps into the shower behind you, not wanting to startle you. He reaches over and moves you a little to the side, giving him room under the water to stand with you. He gently spins you around so your back is facing him, the water hitting your chest. He glances around the built-in ledges of your shower. “Where’s your stuff?” 

You point to the metal shelves you stuck onto the wall, full of expensive products, all gifts from Rafe.

He glances over at the shelf, noticing how neat and precise everything is. Rafe laughs as he grabs your shampoo. “God, you always gotta have everything organized.” He teases, pulling you against his chest with an arm wrapped around your torso, his strong hand pressed against your stomach. He kisses your shoulder before lifting your hair away from your neck to kiss there, his chest and abdomen pressed flush against your back. 

He pours a fair amount of the shampoo into his hand, setting the bottle down. He hasn’t had to actually wash his hair in so long, he forgot what a normal amount of shampoo looks like. He rubs his hands together, lathering it up before starting to gently massage into your scalp. “Keep your head tilted back so you don’t get anything in your eyes.”

You tilt your head back, reaching back and putting your hands on his ribs to keep steady.

He hums in approval as his fingers work, rubbing and massaging your scalp. His body is relaxed against your naked curves, his fingers now working through your hair slowly, ensuring it’s completely lathered before he moves onto the conditioner. He keeps the conditioner in your hair while he washes your body. You reach up and grab your face wash yourself, squirting some into your hands before thoroughly washing your face, trying to get the two-day-old mascara off. Rafe keeps his arm wrapped around your upper body so you can keep leaning against him.

After rinsing yourself clean, he turns the water off, pushing the shower curtain open. He grabs a towel for himself off of the hook by the shower, stepping out. “C’mere, baby.” He says quietly.

You step out, watching as he wraps the towel tight around his waist. He grabs another from your linen closet, holding it open for you. “Arms up, sweetheart.” He says, waiting for you to obey, and you do, lifting your arms. 

Rafe quickly wraps the towel around you, gently rubbing your body to dry you off. He then pulls you close, hugging you. One hand holds the back of your head, the other resting on the small of your back. He’s been craving the feel of your bare skin for the past two days, and it was nice to finally feel it again. “I’m sorry.” He says, quietly, sincerely. His lips graze your forehead.

“Why couldn’t you have just texted me?” You ask.

Rafe pauses, sighing. He was worried this would come up at some point. He tries to choose his words wisely, so he won’t start a fight so soon after the initial one. “Because… I…sweetheart, I was trying to keep a low profile with her.” His voice is just above a whisper. “Texting you would have let her know there was something going on.”

You shake your head. “You could’ve texted me and then immediately deleted the conversation. She wouldn’t have noticed.”

“I thought of that,” He starts, his brow furrowing. “But the thing is…she looks at my phone sometimes. So I just didn’t want to risk it, alright?”

You look away as he starts to dry your hair with the towel. “I wish things were different. I wish you could change.”

“That’s not fair, baby.” He says, his voice holding a hint of warning. He’s annoyed with you again, but he tries not to lash out this time, especially when taking into account how much he missed you. “You act like I don’t want things to be different.” He runs the towel over your head, gently squeezing your hair to wring out the excess water. “Do you even have enough respect to see me try?”

Your breath hitches. You watch him as he finishes with your hair, wrapping the towel around your chest. 

“I love you, Rafe.” The words tumble out of your mouth before you realise you even said them. “Of course I have respect for you. Of course I want you to try.”

Rafe pauses, his shoulders relaxing as his expression softens. He smiles at you, his eyes looking into yours. He grabs your hips, his thumbs rubbing along the soft skin there. He sighs, closing his eyes. “Then don’t act like I’m evil when I do try.” His voice is quiet, soft. “I mean it. Stop acting like I’m a complete ass to you, sweetheart, because I have been fucking trying.”

He didn’t say he loved you. You don’t care how crazy and clingy you sound at this point, you have to know. “Do you love me too?”

Rafe opens his eyes, his expression growing serious all of a sudden. He pauses for a moment, searching the gaze of your eyes. His hands on your hips move to your lower back, wrapping around you and pulling you close against his chest. His chest is warm against your bare breasts, his body firm and strong. “Baby, that’s a stupid question.”

“You didn’t answer it.” At least just lie and say yes. Please just say that you love me more.

He sighs, his grip on you growing tighter. One of his hands moves up to the back of your neck, holding you in place. He lifts your chin up with a single finger, looking into your eyes. “Loves never meant much to me, sweetheart. I mean… Ward told me that he loved me, and you know exactly what he did.” Rafe brushes his thumb across your cheek. “But…yes, I do love you. You’re the only one I truly love.”

“Promise?” You ask, your voice quiet.

Rafe holds that strong eye contact for a few more seconds before his face softens more, his gaze softening in his eyes. “I promise, sweetheart. I swear on my life. I don’t love anyone else as much as I love you.” His other hand runs up and down your sides, fingers spreading across your skin.

“Not even Sofia?” You ask.

“Especially not her.” He says, pulling you even closer against his chest. He’s growing agitated again. “I told you this before. Everything with her is fake, completely fake. I’m with her for appearances. All she is, is a pretty face.”

You want to believe him, so you do. You lay your head on his chest, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Rafe sighs, relieved that you seem to finally understand. He rubs your back, one hand wrapping around your neck to keep you held against him. He kisses the top of your head, resting his chin on top like before. “Don’t ask me that question again, sweetheart.” He says, his voice gentle, yet stern. “You know I only love you, there’s no need for you to ask such dumb questions.”

You nod. “Can you stay tonight?”

He sighs, nodding. “Yeah. I can stay tonight.” He takes your chin in his hand again, tilting your face up to look at him. “Can you promise me something, though?”

You take a deep breath. “Anything.”

His brow furrows again, his thumb rubbing along your jawline. “Don’t ever doubt my love for you, alright? I can’t deal with that self-loathing bullshit you pull sometimes, sweetheart, you got that?”

Your eyebrows furrow slightly. You weren’t expecting that. But at this point, you’re so desperate to lay down with him that you’ll do anything he wants. “I promise, Rafe.”

He smiles, kissing your forehead. “Good girl.” He says, his voice gentler. “Now, let’s get you into bed, hm?” You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist as he carries you to bed. He lays down next to you, tucking you in before handing you his phone. “Pick out what new phone you want.” When you look confused, he sighs. “I told you I would buy you a new one because you destroyed yours.”

Oh, yeah. This has been the longest two days of your entire life, and you weren’t even sure if any of that actually happened.

Rafe unlocks his phone before handing it to you, picking something to watch from the small TV on your dresser. You scroll through his pages of unorganised apps, before finally finding Google, typing in the newest iPhone model. You buy yourself a new phone in your favourite colour, all on Rafe’s dime. You’re tempted to text Sofia pretending to be Rafe and tell her it’s over, and to leave you alone, but you don’t. Rafe loved you, and Rafe wanted you. He could dump her himself.

You lock his phone, handing it back to him. He sets it on your bedside table, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close.

If it’s meant to be, then it will be.

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Let me help you: Agatha Harkness/Agnes x fem!reader

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Requested by: @eddieboi23

Summary: You´re feeling under the weather but you try to hide it, Agatha/Agnes notices this and she takes care of you.

This is a romantic!Agatha Harkness/Agnes x fem!reader and mom!Wanda Maximoff x reader

Words: 3k+

Warnings: None, just pure fluff

Author´s notes: Hi, this was a requested story, I do not know if I should tag the people who requested at the time, I want to be respectful, so I am not sure if I should tag them, I will try and do it since it was their request and their idea and if any of the people who requested back at the time now feel uncomfortable being tagged, please let me know and I will delete the tag.

This was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.

Again, as this was one of the first stories I wrote for Agatha Harkness is a little bit short, I will be uploading the rest of the stories from time to time, I have to edit them and make sure they are legible enough and with not a lot of grammatical errors.

I hope you like it!

If you enjoy, could you comment, like or reblog? it would help a lot really ♥️

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 Wanda dragged you with her to Eastview, which later she changed to Westview and you were grateful for the fact that she didn’t erase your memories or held you under her mind control, also this was a good change, you really didn’t have anyone else outside and you were really close to Wanda, so this was alright, you even liked being here, there was no pain nor sadness inside Westview, and finally you had a place to call home.

You have thought you were going to have your own residential house but you didn’t, Wanda just gave you your own room in her house, and if you were honest you were happy with that, if she had given you your own house you would have felt a little lonely and in the end you would have come to Wanda´s house almost daily, so, it was better this way, you were a family and Wanda loved to have you around all the time, she knew all the bad things you had passed through and she just wanted to give you some kind of family, the same thing she craved for.

The house was big enough and you really liked that the house felt warm, it was really funny to wake up to the boys entering your room just to wake you up to tell you that they were hungry and ask you if you could make chocolate pancakes, whenever they asked you that, you would laugh, and asked them why they didn’t wake Wanda up, and their answer was always that they really loved your pancakes, you knew they did, the extra chocolate chips were what made them so special.

It was really great, Tommy and Billy were like you little brothers and you loved them a lot, they were always asking you to play with them, it didn’t matter what, they always needed another person to play with and you were the best for that.

And the best part was your next-door neighbor, you had met her one day when you and the boys were playing in the front porch, you were laughing because Tommy was daring Billy to go over Dottie´s house to bring some flowers from her bushes and to paint with a can spray one of her walls, you were not sure why they didn’t like Dottie, she was not that bad, yes she could be a little full of herself but she was still nice to you from time to time, but it was funny to see Billy arguing that it would be better if they went together, you were the adult there and you should have told them that it would be wrong, but who where you to stop them? You were sure they weren’t going to do it anytime soon, so it was funny to watch them plot something.

“Planning on invading Dottie´s house? Did you know that she´s not in the evenings?” You heard a voice behind you and you turned yourself to look at the woman, her hair was straight and long, she was peeking through the border that separated your garden and hers.

“You shouldn’t give them ideas, we never know” You said to her while smiling, she was beautiful, you had already seen her before but you were a little too shy so you never really talked to her, she was all the time talking to Wanda and you really didn’t want to intrude or something so you better stayed behind.

“Maybe you could help us with this aunt Agnes” You heard Tommy talking to her while he was showing a can of spray paint, you really didn’t know where they had got them, maybe Wanda had bought them? You were not sure

“Oh, Tommy I would be more than happy to help you with that” You laughed at her answer, why did everybody seem not to like Dottie?

“You don´t like Dottie either? She´s not so annoying as everybody thinks” When you said that Billy went straight to you and he placed himself in front of you, you were sitting in the steps of the front porch so it was easy for him to put his hand on your shoulder.

“You failed us y/n” He said in a serious tone but the grin on his face let you know he was joking, you giggled and when you looked towards Tommy you could see he was sharing a look with Agnes, he was scrunching his nose just like his mother does all the time, and he kept looking at Agnes while he furrowed his brows, Agnes was raising one of her browns and she simpered, then the two of them looked back at you and after some seconds they went back to look at each other, then the two of them burst out laughing, you didn’t understand what was so funny but you couldn’t help to smile.

“What? All I´m saying is that maybe we don´t know her at all, that´s all” You said while raising your hands a little

“If you say so sweetheart” Agnes said with a smile on her face, Tommy and Billy both rolled their eyes a little with a giggle

“Alright, alright I will stop talking about that” You said while standing to hug the boys

“Would you like to come to my house? I just made lemonade, is already cold enough” They boys cheered up and they took each one of your hands to start walking towards Agnes´ house.

“It looks like we´re coming” Biting a little your lower lip you started to walk with the boys and Agnes smiled, you were really beautiful and this was the perfect time to get to know you better.

“Awesome” She walked towards her front porch and when you arrived, she had already opened her door and she let you in.

“Thank you” You said shyly and Agnes winked at you.

That was the first time you had a proper talk with her, and you loved it, you really liked Agnes, she was hilarious, her sense of humor was one of the many things you loved about her, you loved the way she would slightly touch you, little gestures like her brushing her fingers against your hand while you walked closer to her, or how she would put her hand on your shoulder or on your lower back when you walked side by side with her down the street.

They boys noticed this, they realized that whenever Agnes was near you, you would always blush and had a big smile whenever she talked to you.

Tommy was the one who noticed this, and it had been the day Wanda, the boys, Agnes and you went downtown to buy some new shoes for the boys, Wanda had asked if you would like to come and when you went outside you met Agnes halfway through your path, and she asked if she could stick to you, of course you were happy that she would come with you and you fluttered your eyelashes at her, Tommy could see how Agnes looked at you with the same expression you looked at her, so he elbowed his brother to make him look at Agnes and you, and they smirked.

After that Tommy and Billy started to ask if you could call Agnes over to go out with all of you, and you were really grateful that they seemed to like Agnes to the point of always making you call for her, lowkey you really loved that because it was a really awesome excuse to call her to come over to your house, you would call her and say “Hey Agnes, we´re going for a walk and the boys are asking for you, would you like to come with us?” She always said yes and all the times you felt excited for that. Wanda noticed how Agnes and you acted around each other and whenever she saw you talking to her with that dreamy look you had only for her she would smirk, she was sure you two would end up together but none of you seem to be ready to take a step, you were just wandering around each other hoping that the other one would notice how much in love you were, but you seemed so oblivious about her feelings for you just as well as she was oblivious about the way you felt for her.

A week later on Sunday the day had a scorching weather and the boys decided to use the water pistol to cool themselves a little, you were in your room and thinking about Agnes and her beautiful blue eyes, she was so beautiful and her voice, her voice was what you loved the most about her, the way she called you sweetheart, angel, or buttercup was always so cute, you loved the way she called you and of course Agnes knew that you liked it, she loved to seeing you the way you blushed.

A knock on your door woke you up from your daydreaming and you stopped looking at the ceiling to open the door, in front of you was Billy with a water gun on his hand.

“Hey would you like to come play with us? We have this” He said shaking the toy in his hand.

“Of course, can I have one too?” Billy nodded and he ran back to his room to take another one and when he came back next to you, he handed you the water gun.

Walking downstairs to go to the garden, Billy rushed to step outside first and when you first stepped outside the boys threw water at you.

“That´s not fair! That´s two against one” You said while laughing, the day passed with you and the boys throwing water at each other until you were completely soaked and after that you stayed outside sitting in one of the chairs to wait for your clothes to get dry.

Maybe that had been a bad idea, because the next day you felt your throat a little sore, but you thought it would be something that it would pass so you just shrugged it off.

Today Wanda and her sons wanted to go out for a quick walk in the park, and you felt worse than yesterday, you thought about saying it would be better but you didn’t want to let them down so you said you would be coming with them.

Going for a walk with Wanda and the boys had been a bad idea, if only you had stayed in your room with a warm and fluffy blanket over you and hugging a pillow, you wouldn’t feel so dizzy now, you felt as if everything around you was spinning, the headache wasn’t going away and you just wanted to lay on the lawn of the park because It looked so comfortable.

This time you didn’t want to call for Agnes because you really didn’t like when people see you like this, it made you feel weak, so you just out on a happy face and tried to act as if everything was alright. So, you just kept walking a little behind them.

“Are you alright y/n?” Wanda asked you when she saw how slowly you were walking; you looked a little tired.

“I´m alright Wanda, why do you ask?” You faked a smile and started to walk faster; Wanda knew you were not alright but decided not to keep pressuring you.

After thirty minutes of walking around the park they boys asked their mother if she could buy them a soda to what she said yes.

“Do you want something y/n?” Wanda asked watching you go to sit in one of the park benches

“No, thanks, I´m cool” You said while smiling and when the three of them started to walk away you put your hands on your head, you couldn’t stand the throbbing pain in your head it was too strong and you just wanted it to go away, you had a runny nose and you really wanted to go home.

“Hey sweetheart are you alright?” You quickly straightened yourself a little when you heard Agnes´ voice and you smiled, you didn’t know you were going to find her here.

“Yes, yes I´m fine” You told her and when you turned your head to look at her she frowned, you didn’t look fine, you looked paler and your eyes were a little puffy also your voice sounded a little raspy.

She noticed you were wearing a hoody but underneath you had another sweater, and due to the hot weather, she found this to be a little strange.

“Are you cold doll?” You felt your face heating at the endearment, you really didn’t want to hide from her

“To be honest, yes, I´m feeling a little cold” You said to her and Agnes sat herself down next to you in the bench, Agnes brought her hand to your forehead and her hand the back of her hand felt cold so you leant into her touch, but Agnes gasped at how hot you were, she was sure you had a fever.

“Baby girl, you´re burning” Agnes didn’t take her hand off your face and you appreciated that, her touch was so sweet

“Are you here alone? Did you come her by yourself?” Her voice had a worried tone and your heart warmed at her voice

“No, I came here with Wanda and the boys” You answered her with your eyes closed and your head still resting against her hand

Agnes found this really cute and she put her head on your cheek to caress it

The two of you were so immersed in the comfortable position you were that you didn’t notice Wanda and her sons were coming towards you.

“Hello Agnes, I can see you found y/n” Wanda said with a smirk on her face, the same smirk the boys had on their faces.

Agnes looked at Wanda and she threw a worried look to her

“She has a fever” Said Agnes with a serious look on her face, Wanda sighed and looked at you

“Why didn’t you say anything? We could have let you rest” Said Wanda kneeling in front of you

“I don´t know” You said in a whisper and Agnes stroked your hair a little

“I think it would be better if you come with me to rest” You nodded and Agatha stood up from the bench and she stretched her hand out for you to take it, you smiled and you happily took her hand, she helped you to stand out from the bench and Agnes pulled you closer to her body and her she put her free hand on your lower back to help you walk.

“Don´t worry Wanda I will take care of our girl” When you heard that you couldn’t help yourself from smiling and you leant a little onto her, you didn’t see the look Wanda gave to the two of you, she was sure this would be the perfect time for you to talk about your feelings for each other.

All the way to your house Agnes never left your hand, and you loved the feeling of her touch on you, she was so sweet with you.

“Doll, would you like me to take to your house or would you like to come to mine?” Agnes asked you when you two were close enough to the neighbourhood, you thought about that a little before answering

“I would like to go to your place Agnes” She smiled and took you to her house, Agnes opened her front door and she let you in first, you walked slowly into her house smelling the sweet essence coming from it, it smelled like vanilla and coffee, and it was the same sweet smell she had all the time, it felt good to be here with her. You turned yourself around to look at her but you did it so quickly that it didn’t help your diziness and you felt as if you were going to fall to the ground.

Agnes quickly moved towards you catching you before you could fall

“Are you ok angel?” She asked with her arms holding your waist and your hands grabbing her arms

“Yes, I´m sorry I felt dizzy and I felt the room just started to spin around, I think it was the sudden change of position” She helped you to stand a little and you she hugged you, you rested your head in the crook of her neck and she loved the feeling of your warm breath against her skin.

“Does your head hurt?” She asked you after moments of comforting silence

“Just a little, is not as bad as earlier” You lifted your head to look at Agnes.

“Let´s take you to bed darling, you need to rest” Agnes helped you to walk again and once again you felt her hand on your waist her grip was firm but soft at the same time.

“Careful with the steps hon” Agnes said when you were right in front of the stairs

“Thank you, Agnes” You said smiling with a little blush on your face

“I love when you blush darling” And that comment only helped you to increase the blush on your face.

When you arrived at the second floor, she took you to the room that was right to the left, Agnes opened the door and she let you in first again, you really liked what she was doing in and you bit your lip.

Agnes led you on the bed and she helped you to enter the bed, you took your shoes off and once you were in, Agnes put a blanket over you and you thanked her.

“Are you comfortable honey?” She was giving you all her attention and you felt so loved.

“I am, thank you so much Agnes really” You saw that she took out something from her nightstand and when you looked again, she already had a glass of water, you were confused, you never saw where she had got the glass of water, but maybe you just didn’t notice so you brushed the thought off.

“You don´t need to thank me darling, I want to help you feel better, here take this sweetheart, this will help with the headache and the fever” She gave you the  tiny pill and you put her on your tongue, swallowing it, then she gave you the water and you took a sip.

Agnes left the glass on her nightstand and she sat on the bed next to your, her hand automatically went to your hair and she stroked it.

“You´re so beautiful” She whispered, never taking her eyes off you and you felt a rush inside you, something started to grow inside you, it was as if you felt brave enough to act on your feelings, so you leant into her watching her lips, you saw Agnes getting closer to you, your heart beat faster and faster as your faces came closer, finally your lips met hers, her lips were soft, they felt like silk, you could feel the tickling sensation of her breath beneath your nose, a warm feeling blossomed in Agnes´ chest, as her lips brushed together with yours for the first time, the smell of her perfume mixed with the coffee scent of the house, it was amazing to have her this close to you.

Removing yourself a little from her you saw the look on her eyes, she was looking at you with so much love that you felt your chest getting warmer.

“That was amazing doll, you do not know how much I have wanted to do that” Agnes softly caressed your cheek with her thumb, her heart was beating fast, she felt excited.

“I love you y/n, I´ve loved you for a long time now” Agnes pressed her forehead against yours and she closed her eyes, feeling the warm of your skin against her own.

“I´m happy to know that you feel the same way I do, I love you too, I thought you didn’t like me that way, but now I´m really happy Agnes” Agnes left a soft peck on your lips again.

“Mind if we share my bed?” Agnes had a grin on her face and you nodded, she took her shoes off her feet and crawled on the bed next to yours, she passed her arm around your shoulder and you rested your head on her shoulders.

“I hope you dent get sick as well, we just kissed” Agnes laughed a little and she dropped a kiss on your forehead

“I won´t get sick darling, you can keep kissing me” You giggled and just rested your head against her, closing your eyes you left yourself succumb to your tiredness, you were safe with her and you knew that when you woke up again Agnes was going to be next to you, so you happily hugged Agnes, you could talk later, for now you were going to sleep a little next to her.

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, power imbalance, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: double chapter day! Thank you to @alicedopey for the ask! I see you girl.

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Cotton drags over tinted skin, flecks it red catching along with the new blood trickling from the split. A hiss passes through clenched teeth despite your gentleness. The act reminds you of when your daughter was only six, crying over a scraped knee as you covered it with a Spongebob bandaid. You don't have any of the yellow strips now, just the roll of gauze and medical tape.

"Ah," Nick clenches his jaw again.

"Sorry," you murmur, "it needs pressure."

You push your thumb against the cotton and he winces, forcing a smile as he crackles out a chuckle.

"I can handle it, honey," he assures you as you hold the cotton above his brow, his other brilliant eye looking up at you. "Just like you handle me so well."

You don't respond. Your boss is a mercurial man. One moment, charming, the next rigid and ignitable. You've learned it's better to just go along with whatever mood he's chosen.

"Other guy looks worse," he remarks as you lift the cotton.

You nod, "I'm sure, sir."

He laughs again, closing his eyes with a sigh. He sits reclined in one of the leather armchair, his head tilted as you tend to him. It's after midnight. You're supposed to be at home sleeping. Your daughter's coming back from college for the weekend, you planned on brunch.

You sift out the box of slender steri-strips and bend over him, carefully sealing the gash above his brow. He's a handsome man. Objectively, you must admit it. Dangerous, too, but you don't wonder about the cuts and bruises. He has a shining badge that tells you more than enough.

"Hands of a goddess," he purrs as he opens his other eye again.

You stand and gather up the waste, packing away the medkit. You thank him plainly and fight the urge to look at the clock. You wad up the used gauze in your fist.

"Sir, is there anything else tonight?"

He lifts his head, both eyes on you now. He considers you as he sits straight and grips his knees. He stands and shrugs, spinning on his heel and striding to the mirror hung on the wall, just above the low table decorated with brass and oak.

"Did I interrupt you?" He asks as he checks his reflection. His left cheekbone is purpled and scraped.

"No, I was only sleeping," you say. You try not to let on that it doesn't come easy or often for you. It's not his concern.

"Mmm," he squints at himself and winces as it tugs at his wound. "Well, you can find an extra room here, drive back in the morning."

"That's kind, sir, but I'm okay," you back up, "I'll clean this up and go if there's nothing else."

"You'll just be back tomorrow," he turns and crosses his arms.

"Um, it's my day off, sir."

He clicks his tongue and nods, "forgot."

You force a small smile. No big deal.

"Got big plans then?"

You hesitate. He doesn't usually ask. You shake your head. You don't think he really cares.

"Would you like some scotch before I go then?"

He inhales, chest rising deeply before falling again. He drops his arms and slips his hands into his pockets. One tail of his shirt is untucked and his jacket is splotched with dark stains. He is sauvely unkempt.

"Sure," he grumbles as he paces before the artificial fireplace.

You dip your chin and leave him. You toss away the garbage and tuck away the kit. You wash your hands before you return to the den and take the thick-bodied decanter from the cabinet. He stands with one hand on the mantle as he stares at the floor.

You pour him a glass and bring it to him. He accepts it without looking up. You ask him if he wants the rest left out for him. He says it doesn't matter.

You bid him good night as he resumes his pensive trance. The adrenaline slakes away and now he's coming down. He'll be in for a good sleep, a lot better than your own. You'll be lucky to get a few hours before you're due to meet Josephine.

🥃

You smile across at your daughter. Every time you see her, she seems more grown up than the last. She has a pretty flower pin in her hair and her lips are glossed the perfect shade of rose. She reminds you of your age, both in a good way and a bad way.

You don't fail to notice the other looks in Josephine's direction. Joey, she corrected you when you picked her up. The changes in her make you feel stagnant. You suppose that comes with age too. You're done blossoming, you only have the wilting ahead of you.

"So, exciting," you say as you pinch the stem of your glass, a pair of mimosas between you as you await your entrees, "you got an internship."

"Um, yeah, it's not bad," she pushes her shoulders up, "my boss is okay, I guess."

"That's good, most bosses don't earn much more than 'eh' as a rating," you kid, "sorry, kiddo."

"Mom," she warns.

"I know, sorry," you correct yourself, "I'll try not to do it again."

You remember being her age. Caught in between adulthood and childhood, not wanting to be reminded of the latter.

"It's fine," she sighs, "I just... I'm trying to be a grown-up, you know?"

"Oh, you've got lots of time for that, Miss Lawyer," you trill, "you are very grown up. You know that, don't you? I'm so proud of you."

"Still got a far way to go," she sips from her own glass. You couldn't have ever imagined your daughter with prosecco sparkling in her hand, but there she is. You almost can't believe she's yours. "Let's talk about you. That's a lot less stressful."

"Ha, but boring," you roll your eyes. "You know, same old."

"Oh, trust, I could tell by the dark circles."

"Oof, you did not," you cackle, "Josephine-- Joey."

"You should try some vitamin C cream--"

"Don't," you warn her with a point across the table.

She giggles and her eyes flit around. There's something else. Something she's not telling you. But she wants to.

"What's going on?" you prompt.

"This is such a nice place," she looks at the table and fidgets, "thanks for breakfast, mom..."

"But..." you add on.

"I... hate to ask but..."

"You need money," you utter, "that's okay. We can make it work. What's it for?"

"Books," she says, "I kinda ran out before I could buy them all, so..."

"That's okay. I'll see if I can't get a few extra hours at work then."

As if he could hear the very allusion to his existence, your phone flashes with a private caller. It's Nick. It's only ever him. You flip the phone down to hid the call.

"Take it," your daughter insists, "it's fine."

"No, it isn't. It's my day off. It's our day," you say, "it can wait."

She smiles. She's so pretty. You can't help but feel inadequate next to her; your own daughter. She's young and vibrant and you're wearing a blouse you bought a decade ago that squeezes your middle a bit too tight.

"Like I said, I'm boring," you sit forward, "tell me about the good stuff. The juicy stuff. Any boys-- or, men?"

"Mom," she snipes.

"What? I gotta live vicariously through you."

She rolls her eyes, "no."

You laugh. You always loved teasing her. She's hard-nosed and too focused to worry about the piddly troubles caused by boys. Or...

"Any girls?"

She looks at you with fire in her eyes. Ah, that's it.

"What's her name?" You goad.

"No, it's nothing. We're not even-- I mean, there's no one," she takes another gulp of her mimosa.

"Sureeee," you drag out the word teasingly, "how many more of those to spill?"

"Enough," she warns, "what about you, huh? You seeing anyone besides your soap operas?"

Now it's your turn to frown, "no," you answer evenly, "I... don't think that's in the cards for me, honey."

"Mom, it's okay," she softens her voice, "dad wouldn't... he would want you to be happy."

"Mm, he would, but he was my happy," you bat your lashes against the singeing heat. "I'm okay, really."

"You deserve someone," she says. "You don't have to be alone."

"I am alone, doesn't mean I'm lonely," you deflect. "Anyway, let's enjoy this. I don't get enough of you."

"Alright, twist my arm, I'll settle for free mimosas and a breakfast bowl," she gives a snarky grin.

You smile. She's the hope you have left. You hope that she never goes through the same pain again. One loss is enough for both of you.

🥃

Joey orders and Uber and you sidle in next to her. You clutch your phone over your purse as the haze of the mimosas fogs in your vision. You may have indulged a bit much.

Your phone shines and you look down. 'Private'.

"I see what you mean about bosses," Joey chides.

"It's not-- not a big deal," you dismiss the call.

"Mom, maybe it's an emergency," she sniffs, "he's been calling a lot."

"He's an adult, I just sweep up his crumbs," you wave her off.

Your phone lights up once more. You're starting to get paranoid. Still, you have to maintain boundaries. Today is your day off.

You exhale and sit back. You watch the city smear by and yawn. The restless night tingles on your eyelids.

Finally, you get to your apartment and slump out of the Uber. You stop as Joey helps you tip the driver with the app and you carry on into the lobby of your building. The feeling of the world passing you by lingers beyond the car ride.

Upstairs, you get Joey settled into the room you haven't changed since she left. She puts her bag on the bed and hangs out in the living room as you put on a pot of coffee. It's too early to be this tipsy. You yawn and your phone once more comes to life.

You swipe it up and tell Joey to help herself to the coffee as you sweep out of the room. You head down the hall and step into your bedroom as you answer, "Mr. Fowler."

"You're busy?" Nick asks.

"It's my day off," you say firmly.

"Yes, we talked about that."

You're quiet. Confused. You try to recall the last time he bothered you outside of work. When you're not being paid for it, you never really hear from him.

"Is something going--" you stop and suppress a hiccup. It's more dehydration than the alcohol. "On?"

"I have guests coming," he says, "thought you might like some overtime."

"Oh, sir, I'm sorry, but--"

"Clearly you're disposed," he says tersely. Is he mad?

"I wasn't expecting--"

"It's fine. It was an offer. I can manage on my own."

"Of course, sir, I wouldn't--"

You flinch as the line cuts and the call goes dead with a bloop. You pull the phone away from your face and furrow your brow. Really? He hung up on you.

You toss your phone on the bed. Whatever. Forget him. Even if you weren't three glasses deep, you wouldn't leave Joey just to kowtow to his pretentious friends.

[pomrania]

Smaugust: "from a book"

For Smaugust I am drawing cats as dragons. If you want me to draw your cat as a dragon, reblog this post with a photo of your cat, as well as the cat's name included in the body of the post. Read below the cut for full details; it's the same as in previous years.

This particular post is accepting requests so long as it's still 1 August 2024 somewhere in the world. If it's no longer that date, check my blog to see if there's a current post.

If there's a particular dragon (other than Smaug) from a book, which you'd like me to draw your cat as, tell me what it is, giving enough information that I can look up what that dragon looks like. Otherwise, I shall interpret the prompt ("from a book") however seems best for the image at hand.

One request per person per day, and only one cat per request. It is acceptable, and even encouraged, to make a request for every day of Smaugust.

Cats will be dragonified in accordance with the theme for the day, given in the post's title. I'm using the prompts from @pencilcat's list, although not necessarily in the given order.

Non-cats are allowed so long as you provide reasons why the animal in question is actually totally a cat.

Check the date given at the top of the post, to see if requests are open for it. Unless it's literally impossible, I'll be drawing and then posting every valid request I've received; however, sometimes that gets done once requests are closed for a post. So just because I reblog this post and add art to it, that doesn't necessarily mean it's okay to make your own request (doesn't necessarily mean that it's not okay, either).

One thing that's changed from last year: there won't be a post for every day in August. I'll be deciding each day whether I feel up to making a new post (and thus taking requests) at the moment, or if I need to work on the requests I still have, or take a rest. Since I can't guarantee that requests will be open for any given day, if you know ahead of time that you're not going to be available on certain days but you'd still like to see your cat drawn as a dragon, get in touch with me ahead of time, because I'd hate for anyone to have to miss out.

The deadline for requests on a particular post is "when it's no longer that day anywhere in the world". This is because I hate fiddling with time zones. If you're in the Americas, this means anywhere from a couple to a bunch of hours past midnight, depending on where you live; in Europe, it's longer than that; for the rest of the world, listen I don't actually know where the international date line is (if that's what it's called) and I don't care enough to look it up. In practice, the deadline is "whenever I get online the next day", unless I'm sufficiently annoyed or particular that I'll actually check the date stamps.

I'd prefer for you to only give me one picture per request that you want drawn as a dragon, because then I don't have to choose. However, it's perfectly okay to include extra photos if you just want to show off your cat; I'd just ask that if there's more than two of them, that you put them under a cut so they won't take up too much room on anyone's dash.

[skzoologist]

The link

word count: ~1.8k

warnings: angst, hurt/comfort

summary: Everyone has their own limits, but some turn a blind eye to it.

a/n: If there are any mistakes to this, please tell me so I can fix them, as I wrote it past midnight when I wasn't feeling well. I ran through it the next day, but I am just one person and so mistakes could have easily slipped past me. Either way, I hope you enjoy it!

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!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Bae had been feeling off all day, from the very moment he had opened his eyes. It was an unsettling feeling, one that sat heavily in his stomach and made his organs twist into knots, like a myriad of snakes piled on top of each other.

Then he met the others and it all became clear, the air so tense you could basically cut it.

He felt nauseous.

It was comeback season; their album was nearly releasing and so everyone had been working day and night to perfect their skills, to perfect this gift for their fans. Each member sported an aura of exhaustion around them, the skin underneath their bright eyes dark and dull. Some looked more worn down than the others, contagious smiles not quite reaching their eyes.

Bae wasn't an exception to this, far from it. He had pulled his fair share of all-nighters, only beaten by 3RACHA themselves. Perfectionism ran in his veins, and so he could easily recognise when someone was trapped in their own mind, ruining their body for the sake of some unattainable perfection.

And it didn't take more than a single glance to see it on Chan, the signs all there and hard to deny.

The male looked like death itself, forced into a prison of flesh and hating every second of it. Those chocolate eyes were dull, never truly seeing what was in front of them unless it was that cursed laptop screen he had spent days upon days staring at. Not to mention how irritable he was, snapping so easily that the younger members were now afraid to approach him, sparking quite a few confrontations that were hard to break.

And Bae was forced to witness it all, heart heavy as their strong leader was crumbling to the ground in front of his very eyes.

It was late at night that Jisung asked him to stop by their studio, needing some advice and Bae had always been happy to help, especially in such stressful times. No matter how much his own joints ached, mind on the brink of exhaustion, he would always heed the members’ calls. And so his hands deftly packed his bag and locked the room, being the last one to stay behind and practise the dance moves until they were burned into his synapses.

He made quick work of the way there, empty hallways bright in contrast to the outside world that was bathed in darkness.

Once he reached the door, he peeked his head in, no need to knock as he was a regular there. Jisung noticed him almost immediately, as if the male had been staring at the door this whole time, rushing to his side with an almost panicked look. That made the alarm bells inside Bae’s head ring ceaselessly, already guessing that it was about Chan; and it wasn't anything good.

“Hyung, oh my god I'm so happy you're here. Chan hyung’s out of control and at this point you're the only one that can help.” - the frightened boy rushed out, words nearly unintelligible.

Bae held Jisung close, running a calming hand through the younger's dark locks as he put a tiny smile onto his face, hoping to reassure and calm the slight trembles in the other’s body. He already knew what this was about; sadly it wasn't the first time, and most definitely not the last.

“It's okay Sungie, go back to the dorms. I'll take care of it, hm?” - he hummed out, voice low and unwavering.

Jisung nodded, looking up at him with wide, grateful eyes. With a small push of his hands away the quokka went, and he was forced to address the heated argument that could be heard from inside the room by now.

Right, Changbin was still in there with Chan.

With a deep inhale Bae pushed the door open, softly closing it after he slipped inside. A sight he was unfortunately familiar with greeted him: Changbin was shouting back at Chan, both participants equally frustrated with each other. So much so that they didn't even notice him, only when he placed his hands on the younger's shoulders, touch firm yet gentle.

“Bin, I got this. I'll pack up afterwards, just go after Jisung. Please?” - Bae asked in a soft voice, his voice only heard because the two were surprised into silence by his sudden appearance.

When he felt that the other was about to protest, unable to let things go, he hugged Changbin from behind and gently squeezed him into himself. It was something he had always done in times like these, when things got too heated; and it never failed to calm Changbin down, something he was hoping to achieve at that very moment.

It seemed to have worked once again as the younger's shoulders slightly relaxed, a long sigh heard from his direction. Bae patted his back, watching him leave before he steeled himself, eyes now staring at Chan.

Chan, who went back to working on a track, jaw set so tight Bae was afraid the man would break a tooth. Still, he knew he wouldn't have an easy time with the older and so he softly called out to him, slightly dejected at the lack of reaction.

That didn't deter him and so he tried again, only to have the raging storm that was now Chan directed at him.

“What? You're gonna tell me to go back and rest too? Save it, I don't fucking need it right now.”

Bae took in a deep breath, the burning in his lungs grounding him and granting just enough distraction to steel himself. His hyung wasn't acting like how he usually did; these words weren't truly his.

“If you're just gonna stand there, you can go. You're bothering me.” - Chan mumbled and Bae could feel his own storm brewing inside, answering the older’s in a silent rage.

With a single step he closed the distance, hand slamming against the table with such vicious force that Chan flinched, wide eyes now blinking up at him.

“I don't need your sass right now either!” - he hissed out, face now so close to Chan’s that he could see the wonderful array of browns swirling inside those eyes.

He took another breath, eyes slightly narrowing down at his entirely too tired hyung.

“I understand the pressure you're under, and you know I do. It's not easy to be the leader of our group, especially when it's comeback season and work buries us alive. But please, listen to us. You need rest now, not more work!” - his voice was determined, words cutting straight to the point as he knew just walking around it with pretty sentences wouldn’t work.

His pleas fell on deaf ears, Chan’s eyebrows furrowing in renewed anger.

“I know my own limits, so y’all can stop pestering me so damn much.”

Bae never wanted to hit Chan so much before, to make the older see some sense already. He could feel his own pulse climbing, heart beating faster and faster. That sickening feeling that resided in his stomach was now replaced by burning acid. The sorrow he felt for the man was the only thing keeping it in check.

“If your limits include snapping at us constantly, then by all means, go ahead. I'll just go back to drying up Innie’s tears then, but maybe Sungie joined him by now too.”

Bae was aware how cruel saying that was, and his heart hurt at the words. But nothing else worked when Chan became blinded by deadlines and the impossible weight of public expectations; he knew, he had tried everything in these past years without any success. His heart ached and broke into tiny pieces at his hyung's expression, eyes now wide and filled with nothing but immense guilt and regret.

Before Chan could say anything Bae pulled him close, not caring how this awkward position was hurting his aching back. He could feel the older tremble in his hold, hands latching onto him as if he was Chan’s lifeline.

There was only silence after that, no sound heard besides the occasional quiet sniffle. Bae didn't acknowledge those quiet little sounds, instead he soothingly ran a hand over the other’s back and drew little shapes into the clothes skin there. The hold on his clothes tightened, making his heart squeeze painfully, pulling the other impossibly closer to himself.

Once he was sure Chan was calm enough, he gently pulled back, giving his hyung an understanding smile.

Chan was always there for all of them, giving them a shoulder to lean on whenever they needed it. He was a constant in their life, their rock, their pillar; something they could lean on when times turned harsh. There was not a day when none of them leaned against their oldest hyung in a way, may the reason be something silly like a lost game, or something serious like the fear of failure.

It didn’t take long for the older to weasel his way into Bae’s heart, and so he swore to himself that he would let Chan lean on him, seek comfort in him, no matter what.

“I'll pack up and then we can go, alright? Save your work in the meantime, before it gets lost.” - he gently instructed before doing as he said he would, waiting for his hyung's nod.

There wasn't a lot to pack up, only Jisung and Changbin’s jackets, along with a bag that belonged to the former. Bae put them all together, the bag slung over his shoulder and the jackets tied around it, leaving his hands free.

“Ready?” - he asked, glancing at an awaiting Chan.

The male stood there, eyes cast towards the ground in shame as his hands fidgeted and tore at his nails. Tension was visible in the older's form and Bae could feel his heart painfully squeeze at the sight, silently beckoning Chan over.

Once his hyung was in reach he kneeled down, back open and turned towards the other.

“I don't-... Bae…” “Hyung, please?”

His voice was nearly pleading, wanting to lessen Chan's burdens as much as possible. Thankfully there were no more protests heard in the silent room as the older climbed onto his back, actions slow and hesitant.

With a single motion Bae stood up, a surprised little sound escaping the one he carried. It drew the smallest of chuckles out of him, yet he just silently went on his way back to the dorms, letting the teasing comments die on his tongue.

It was quiet, neither of the two really spoke on the short trek. They didn't need to; there was a certain level of understanding between them, forged by the time and difficulties they had faced together. It was more than enough for Bae to understand Chan’s silent words, his hyung practically melting into his hold as time passed. That hold around his neck was steady, trusting, and he couldn't ask for more.

“Thank you.” - the words were murmured into his skin sleepily, drawing a small smile out of him. “I'll always be here for you, Hyung.” - his words were but a whisper, afraid to shatter the tranquillity that settled over them.

[elixirfromthestars]

WELCOME TO MY CAFE! ˖°.₊˚☕⊹♡

I miss interacting with fellow writers and readers, so I decided to host my own little writing challenge ♡ Between juggling grad school prep and an internship, I wanted to do something to keep me connected to this lovely community, so welcome everyone to my cozy little cafe :) 

The writing challenge starts today and closes on September 29th (National Coffee Day). I will be reading + reblogging every fic. The masterlist will be posted at the end. (if you see this anytime later or can’t make the deadline do not fret, if anything below inspires you, you are welcome to write and tag me and I will add your submission to the masterlist♡)

Below are the rules, prompts, and guidelines ♡

who you can write for: all marvel characters are welcome / any fictional sebastian stan or chris evans characters are welcome too (any characters they’ve portrayed based on real life people will not be accepted though!!) (please keep it to x reader fics only!!)

some general guidelines: Below I’ve provided a number of different prompts and songs for inspiration ♡ Anyone can use them and mix and match however you’d like!! If you use any please let me know somewhere in the post! If none of them below inspire you, to stay within theme please include either a cafe or coffee somewhere in the fic :) 18+ fics are welcome, just please add warnings! Any length of fics are welcome, but if it’s over 500 words please add the “keep reading” option. If you write something as part of a bigger series please write your submission as a standalone ♡

˖°.₊˚☕⊹♡ This is a sweet and cozy little cafe, but of course, there is always a possibility of rain. If anything below inspires an angsty fic, then by all means go ahead and write it! Your submission does not have to include fluff! 

what is not accepted: no dark fics, anything involving minors, incest, rape, noncon/dubcon 

how to enter: please tag me and use #elixirscafe when you post ♡ i’ll leave a like to let you know I saw it and reblog it once I read it :) if i haven’t responded to your post send me an inbox or dm please and thank you! 

Happy writing! My inbox is always open for any questions or comments!! ♡  

What table are you sitting at? 

♡ Coffeeshop AU 

♡ Soulmate AU 

♡ Bakery AU 

♡ Regency Era AU 

♡ Western AU

♡ Neighbor AU 

♡ Pen Pal AU

♡ Small Town AU 

♡ Royal AU

♡ College AU

Would you like a sweet treat?

🍩 ༄ؘ “No, I’m not letting you go. It’s too early to get out of bed.” 

🍰 ༄ؘ Saying I love you for the first time.

🍪 ༄ؘ “ Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.” 

🍫 ༄ؘ  “ You...you learned how to cook my favorite meal?”

🧁 ༄ؘ “ I’m not going to get sick, you baby. Just let me hold you.” 

🥧 ༄ؘ  “ What else do I need when I have my whole world in my arms?”

🍮 ༄ؘ “ I’m only doing it because you’re cute.” 

🥯 ༄ؘ “ Could you hold my hand?” 

🥞 ༄ؘ “ I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” 

🍞 ༄ؘ “ I like hearing your heart beating when I put my head on your chest.” 

🍯  ༄ؘ “ Why don’t you tell me what I can do to make your day better?” 

🥐 ༄ؘ “ I’ve tried to forbid myself from falling in love, but now I can’t help it.”

Do you like the music in the cafe? Which song should I play next?

˖°.₊˚☕⊹♡ Feel free to use the lyrics below, the entire feel of the song, or any other lyrics in the song! The playlist is below in case you want to go through and listen to the songs while you write ♡

Apple Cider “ And I don’t even like you that much. Wait, I do, fuck. Call me at midnight. Let’s give this a try.” Beabadoobee

Apple Juice “ Don’t let goodbyes come too easy. Love me, just let me know that you need me.” Jessie Reyez

Apple Pie “I found you under an April sky, and you feel like city life, apple pie baked just right. Home is wherever you are tonight.” Lizzy McAlpine

August “ And I can see us twisted in bedsheets. August slipped away like a bottle of wine.’Cause you were never mine.” Taylor Swift

Bubble Gum “ Sorry I didn’t kiss you, but it’s obvious I wanted to.” Clairo

Caramel “ Love like a landslide, I kiss you goodnight. It used to be easy.” 5SOS

Cardigan “And when I felt like I was an old cardigan, under someone's bed. You put me on and said I was your favorite.” Taylor Swift

Chai Tea “ I love sippin’ chai tea, with you across from me. I love hearing your voice, talkin ‘bout nothing.” Audrey

Champagne Problems “ You had a speech, you’re speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches, and I couldn’t give a reason.” Taylor Swift

Chocolate “ I need more time off with you to turn you on. And I want to wake up without the alarm. A thousand eyes on me constantly, but I just want you.” Ziggy Alberts

Cinnamon “ It’s a slow cinnamon summer. Your spell is pulling me under. Rowing in a wooded hollow. Showing me the moves to follow.” Jome

Coffee Breath “ Make me fantasize,'bout you baby. And you smell so sweet, like fresh-picked daisies.” Sofia Mills 

Coffee Cup “ So we’re swapping our cups, and after a while, we’re swapping a glance. And I can think nothing better than starting the year with a drop of romance.” Anthony Lazaro

Espresso “ Now he’s thinkin’ ‘bout me every night, oh. Is it that sweet? I guess so. Say you can’t sleep, baby, I know. That’s that me espresso.” Sabrina Carpenter

Grapejuice “ I was on my way to buy some flowers for you. Thought that we could hide away in a corner of the heath. There’s never been someone who’s so perfect for me.” Harry Styles

Honey + Tea “Girls like flowers, clever poetry. That old adage doesn't work on me, but conversation and a cup of tea. Boy, you had me at philosophy.” Mōzi

Milk & Honey “ So come meet me in the garden, where the angels sing. We’re mixing up milk and honey, soft lips divine. Slow cherry and lay me down, oh, she’s coming to set me free.” Jessarae

Pancakes for Dinner “ I’ll try to hide the way I feel, but I’ll just wanna shout. What do I have to lose right now?” Lizzy McAlpine

Thin Mints “ If you let me lova ya like I wanna, write you all the poems like Whitman. You can take my Thin Mints, if you let me love ya like I wanna.” Evan Crommett

Too Sweet “ I think I’ll take my whiskey neat. My coffee black and my bed at three. You’re too sweet for me.” Hozier

playlist for the songs above can be found here: 🧸

to my lovely mutuals, please don’t feel pressured to participate or share, just thought I’d share this with you all ♡  

@peteyprecious616 ♡ @malum-forev ♡ @rosepetalsinwinter ♡ @inkedreverie ♡ @nickfowlerrr ♡ @missraion ♡ @pocolottie​ ♡ @sweetiebarnes ♡

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger The Movie Reader Insert | Prologue

disclaimer! images in the banner above are NOT what (y/n)/the reader looks like, it’s just an example of the vibe of this chapter

pairing: Ray Manchester/f!reader + Platonic!Henry Hart/f!reader

summary: One year post-retirement, Ray and (y/n) wake up in their little slice of heaven. They're living the dream out in the country, finding time to raise a baby and fool around. Nothing can go wrong, right?

rating: E (15!) fluff and spice - nothing exceptionally explicit, but Ray is a doofus who is constantly horny for his sweet girl. marriage, nudity, slight dirty talk, allusions to sex, allusions to f-receiving oral, nothing actually happens, pillow talk, mentions of pregnancy, post-pregnancy body, they have a baby! ray is in love big time, mentions dying but no one actually dies

word count: 3.5k

a/n: I wasn't going to do the movie yet, but as you can see, I'm weak. So, here we are. For those who are new, this is a continuation/spinoff of my Henry Danger & Danger Force Reader Insert series, where Ray and (y/n) have done the whole works - dating, getting engaged, marriage, all that good stuff. No major spoilers for the end of Danger Force here because that series will get finished (eventually), but yes, they have a baby and they retire to live in a cute lil house. cos who doesn't like a happy ending?

Anywho, this story will mostly be (y/n) and Henry interacting, but I can't resist giving some fluff and spice to these two. Hope you enjoy!

Thank you for reading! I (respectfully) yearn for likes, comments, and reblogs. Click for vibes

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A soft golden glow filled a room in a house, signalling that it was morning once again. 

There wasn’t much special about the house. It was family-sized, with white, wooden panelling, a slate roof, and big bay windows above and beneath the overhanging porch, which even had a rocking chair by the front door. There were rolling fields all around, spanning so many miles and miles of green countryside that it was enough to make any red-blooded person sick to their stomach with envy. 

Very Little House on the Prairie, only less backwater – as it said in the seller’s description. 

That was because it was perfect. Not too near the nearest town, but not too far away, either. No, it was nicely out of the way, and that’s how its inhabitants liked it. After all, they’d long had enough of the big city – the noise, the smell, the people. God, so many people. 

People are great until you’re at their beck and call, and it wasn’t until their only close friends were the crickets chirping outside that Ray and (y/n) Manchester realised how Swellview ground them down. 

Talk about low spirits—theirs were exhausted. But they supposed that was what retirement was invented for: a chance to relax after years of hard work and sacrifice. And if anyone had given the best years of their lives to that place, it was the two ex-superheroes.

One year later. Three hundred and sixty-five days, and their lives hadn’t been the same since. Danger Force was gone. Schwoz and the Man’s Nest, too. Once they turned away those rock-hewn walls and high ceilings, they didn’t look back – perhaps once, but only to wave goodbye as they left forever. It was okay; the kids could handle the mantle of Heroes of Swellview, which they were more than welcome to.  

Everything was good in the big city, but things were better in the country. 

Cracking open her eyes, (y/n) blinked in the morning sun. It streamed through the windows – God, she still loved having windows – and made the bedroom feel all warm and cosy, bathing her tastefully procured, farmhouse-style furniture in a gold glow. Every day, she could wake up and count her lucky stars, forever grateful that this was her life now. 

No more midnight emergencies. No more interrupted alone time. No more screaming children. Just her in a little house in the country, precisely as they had always dreamed – after all, she never wanted to dream alone. 

And, thanks to those lucky stars, she didn’t have to. 

She smiled upon feeling his arms around her body, tightening whenever she wiggled a little bit as if he was afraid she might run off and disappear. Ray was always like that, snuggling so close during sleep that he practically smothered his wife, but she didn’t mind. It was adorable how he fidgeted closer, not satisfied until he was on top of her or vice versa. 

Burying her face further into his neck, she inhaled deeply, loving the faint scent of his leftover cologne and shampoo. She left a kiss against his throat, smiling widening when a rough, sleepy groan left his chest. He was awake. 

“Morning, sweet girl…” muttered Ray, his voice like gravel as he cracked an eye open to look upon his precious wife. 

He squeezed her frame in his arms, propping his chin on her shoulder and rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand to clear the fog around his dozy mind. He’d never get used to how well he slept now that he was retired. 

“Good morning, doofus,” (y/n) replied, wearing a similarly sleepy smile as her hand ran across his chest – wedding rings glinting in the daylight. “Sleep well?”

“Never better.” The ex-hero rolled over a little, relaxing his back muscles and stretching out his legs as she rested her cheek on his pec. A hand came up to stroke her hair, heavy and clumsy in its movements, but she felt the love behind it—felt it practically radiating off his body when he spoke through a wide-mouthed yawn.

“Can’t complain when I wake up to my beautiful wife every day.”

His flattery made (y/n) giggle, although she was now too used to his corny lines and cheesy romancing for her cheeks to warm. She rolled her eyes, slinging her leg over his hip to scooch closer, and he was only too happy to assist. 

“Five seconds of being awake, and you’re already flirting with me.”

“Can’t help it. You’re so damn gorgeous,” said Ray, a broad, cheeky grin gracing his handsome features – especially when the arm around her shoulders slipped. His hand trailed her curves, which these days had him salivating like a dog whenever he saw them.

“Not at seven AM, I’m not.” The woman shook her head and gave him a slight, self-deprecating smile. 

She didn’t doubt that, after a night of tossing and turning, early starts, late finishes, no shower, and no chance to tame the rats’ nest that was her hair, she was nowhere near beautiful. And that made Ray pout.

“Excuse me, that’s my wife you’re bad-mouthing,” he replied, an edge of semi-serious sternness in his tone. 

If he knew her well enough – and he did – she wasn’t entirely as unbothered as she let on. A lot had changed in the last year; neither were as young as they used to be. Hell, they didn’t spend hours in the gym anymore because there was no point with no bad guys to fight. 

His stiff muscles gave way to a slightly softer, but no less bulky, figure, and she… He never thought she could be more beautiful until his sweet girl became a mom…

“And in my eyes, she’s the hottest, sweetest, prettiest thing that ever gave me the time of day.”

The gentle smile that graced her lips in return was all he needed to keep going, especially since it was directed at him. “There’s the poet I married.”

“Yeah…” Ray nodded, closing his eyes and nearly purring when her fingers slipped through his hair, which had grown out a little since they bought the house. “You married me.”

“I did…” (y/n) whispered as she played with a few chocolate strands, brushing them away from his forehead. “Best choice I ever made…”

She leaned down to kiss him, slow and gentle, and the man hummed appreciatively. The thick stubble on his jaw undoubtedly tickled and scratched her skin, but the former heroine didn’t care, loving the feeling and how it made him look – so rugged and manly after years of being perfectly groomed as The Captain. 

His fingers brushed her cheek, allowing his golden band to nudge against her soft skin as they lay there for a few silent, fleeting moments. 

Gripping her hip, Ray pulled away after a few seconds, licking his lips to chase the honeyed sweetness that she always seemed to have. “Oh, yeah?” 

“Mm-hmm...” His pretty girl nodded, glancing around the room with a fond gaze, eyeing everything she was grateful for. Of course, he took her momentary distraction as a chance to swoop in, pressing kisses down her exposed throat since no singular kiss would ever be enough.

“We’ve got this great house in a beautiful place, enough money to last the rest of our lives, and—

“—And the sex is still great?” She looked down to see his raised eyebrow and goofy grin. 

“Not where I was going, but sure,” answered (y/n), shaking her head at the feeling of his hand patting and squeezing her ass. Some things would never change – certainly not his endless desire for her. “You’ve still got it, doof.”

Ray nodded, as serious as sin as his darkening eyes looked into hers, swallowing upon noticing her little shiver. “Damn right. Nearly eight years together, and I still make you scream the house down. Speaking of which…”

Oh, she knew that smirk. His gaze slid from her beautiful face to roam her body with the same interest and lust as they’d always had, and the old hero wasted no time in getting his hands on her. Turning more onto his side, a large palm drifted down her neck, passing over the curve of her breast in that sexy, little sleep shirt she wore – the one he loved because it stopped around her upper thigh. 

Down his finger went, tracing patterns on her skin as he tried to play it cool – batting his eyelashes and smiling innocently as if his wife didn’t know his game. By the time his touch reached her navel, her quivering voice couldn’t help but ask. 

“Where are you going with that hand?”

“You know where,” he said, circling just below her belly button and just above the elastic of her underwear. All he had to do was ask, smacking his lips together at the thought of being so close, and he knew she was tempted. 

A year ago, she would’ve succumbed more readily, but these days, (y/n) was just as needy as him, yet also apprehensive. And for good reason, no matter how much he pleaded. “Come on. We have time.”

“We never have time,” she replied thoughtfully, sounding almost bitter at what had become a fact of life. 

All Ray did was smile, never one to complain about their now patchy sex schedule because he’d be stupid to complain. Above all things, he might have been an idiot, but he wasn’t stupid, pulling back from his suckling on her neck to follow where her nervous stare went. 

“Ray—the baby monitor is right there.”

When he thought his life would be peaceful, fate threw a curveball. It turns out there were midnight emergencies. There was interrupted alone time. And although he’d raised and seen off eight children at this point, one still needed him. 

And damn him if Ray Manchester wasn’t head over heels with the little bundle of Joy slumbering peacefully in the next room. 

“I’m sure Baby Manchester will understand that mommy and daddy want to do grown-up things,” he told her in his calmest voice whilst ignoring the walkie-talkie on their bedside table. 

At the first sound of a coo or cry, he was like lighting, running out of the room to check that everything was all right. And, of course, it was – it wasn’t like they had enemies anymore. Ray quickly learned that babies inevitably cry, and whilst his had him wrapped around a tiny, pinkish finger, a few moments left alone weren’t necessarily bad. 

If anything, it played in his favour right now. 

“But if we wake—” (y/n) shuddered, her gaze still not moving from the table as if anticipating a shrieking cry. 

Even if his lips felt like heaven on her skin, dipping his head to suck a fleeting bruise on her collarbone, she hated the thought of starting and not finishing—of getting so close to the passion they used to share, only for it to be cut short at the crux. It wouldn’t be the first time it happened. 

“We won’t,” her husband insisted, smooching loudly up her neck to reach those pillowy lips. He placed a featherlight kiss on them, using his many years of experience to change her mind. “Come on, sweet girl. Remember we used to do it everymorning?”

Despite how her ears warmed, the woman met his smirk with a dry glance. Yes, she did remember, secretly aching and longing for the early days of their relationship when they could roll around the sheets all morning. Those were the days. 

“That was before we had a baby, doofus.”

“Yeah, and I should worship the ground you walk on for that,” he replied, sounding serious and throaty, making her squirm nervously under his admiring gaze. His hand wandered over newfound, favourite areas – her wider hips, softer tummy, heavier chest – and he smiled at her breathless mewl.

She was still so sensitive, even after the baby changed her body, making it rounder, fleshier, and bigger. If Ray thought he was blessed to be a father, he must’ve done something right in his life to hover over his trembling wife, swallowing thickly at having more of her to love. 

“Please, darlin’…I’m dying of thirst over here.” He rested his chin against her shoulder, shuffling closer until his hips and growing hardness pressed into her side. 

“…You’re so lucky I love you,” (y/n) said after a silent pause, and the silly grin on her doofus’ face was worth however long they had. 

She ran her fingers through his hair, giggling into a kiss as he immediately rolled fully on top of her, groaning against her lips. The longer strands meant she had something to yank on, and when that stubble reached her thighs…

God, it had been ages since he’d done that, and she suddenly realised how she craved it. “You should put that silver tongueto better use, Raymond.”

“God, I love you…” he replied gutturally, nodding diligently without needing to be told twice before he began moving down her body – pressing light, little kisses as he went. 

Pushing her shirt out of the way, the ex-hero greedily drank in the sight of her nude body as she threw the clothing off into a corner. He urged her to relax against the pillows and mattress as he settled between her legs – a homecoming that felt way overdue after simply sleeping in bed. 

For a man of experience, Ray swore his hands were shaking, too anxious to have her writhing under him already as his fingertips teased the edge of her underwear, playing with the lacy edge so he could slide it gently over her hip bones. He licked his lips, all too eager for a taste, as she lifted her hips, moaning for him to hurry up. 

He swore under his breath, tugging the final piece of clothing down her legs with breathless anticipation. A chuckle left his lips at her whines as a large hand slung one leg over his shoulder before pulling her down the bed toward his waiting tongue, which would soon give them both what they wanted. 

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” whispered Ray as he rubbed his nose against her inner thigh, hoping to prolong his favourite pastime. “Just let me—”

A sharp, gurgling cry shattered the moment. Ray looked at (y/n). (y/n) looked at Ray. With their eyes locked, they hoped it was just a fluke – a little shout out of nowhere as they laid perfectly still like doing so would freeze time long enough for them to fuck. 

That was wishful thinking, and one hiccup turned into choked warbles, which became loud, beckoning wails. And they both knew what that meant. 

“Fuck.”

“Shit.” They sighed, knowing the romance and passion in the air had gone as the baby monitor played its ear-shattering, heartbreaking tune. 

With a low groan, Ray smushed his forehead again as his wife’s abdomen, tickling her bare skin with his hot breath, although she didn’t have the heart to laugh at him. (y/n) dropped her head back against the pillows, willing her desire and neediness to dissipate because the moment was annoyingly, disappointingly, frustratingly gone.

“I told you,” she said quietly, although there was no blame or bite in her tone. “It’s quarter past…Feeding time.”

“Yeah, it was feeding time for me, too—ow!” The hero grumbled, only for his precious wife to whack his shoulder with an unserious frown on her pretty face. 

“Later, doof,” she told him gently but firmly, patting his head as she sat up against the headboard. “Gotta get up…”

But before she could swing her legs over the bed’s edge and put her feet on the floor, the man urged her to lay back down, hands pushing her shoulders back against the mattress. “Stay in bed, sweetheart. I’ll make up a bottle for our meatball.”

His smile meant she couldn’t argue, not when he’d been so sweet, caring, and attentive since she’d mothered his child. Ray took to fatherhood like he was born for it, juggling housework, gardening, shopping, cooking, and everything else whilst still having an arm free to carry his child. 

He wanted his sweet girl to rest, so he kissed her temple as he climbed out of their little sanctuary, fully intent on handling everything if it meant she could get a little more shut-eye. The former heroine watched with an enamoured smile as he found and donned some plaid pyjama pants, looking every part the handsome hero she fell in love with as he opted to remain deliciously shirtless. 

Although, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at one minor detail. “Baby, doofus. Baby, not meatball.”

“Came out looking like a meatball. Name’s stuck,” answered Ray, grinning unapologetically because he said it with so much love for his lil’ meatball. 

Leaning down for a final, chaste kiss, he wandered out of the room, stretching his bulky arms over his head as he called out to the baby in the next room. “Now, where is Daddy’s little angel?”

“Such a doofus…” (y/n) muttered to herself and shook her head, albeit with a smile. Inhaling deeply, she debated going back to sleep, still feeling sleepy with the soft sheets and blankets, but she couldn’t—wouldn’t do that to her doofus. 

She could hear him cooing through the monitor, sweet-talking to the baby as if he’d actually get a response from a one-year-old. No, she refused to sleep whilst he slaved the day away, so instead, she reached for her phone as it charged beside the lamp. 

Eyeing the time on her lock screen – an adorable photo of her husband holding their newborn with tears in his eyes – she thought fifteen minutes more in bed wouldn’t hurt.

Scrolling through the many notifications, she swiped through her email first, rolling her eyes at how much crap bled through the junk filter. Everything was inconsequential trash, but something caught her eye as she flicked between apps.

‘Spam, spam, spam, read that later, not interested, delete—a text from Piper?’ 

That had her sitting up a little straighter. A grin naturally made its way onto her face as she opened the message, swiftly realising that nothing was wrong, bless her worrying heart. 

If she had it her way, she’d have everyone under one roof – Henry, Jasper, Charlotte, Piper, Chapa, Mika, Miles, and Bose – all the baby birds in one nest. Still, the woman knew they had to have their own adventures, settling for texts, sparse phone calls, and monthly updates from those little crimefighters in both Swellview and Dystopia. 

At least Piper remembered to tell her about how she and Schwoz wanted to visit that godforsaken city. 

‘Arrived in Dystopia. Schwoz snored for the whole flight, so I shoved expired peanuts up his nose, LOL! Meeting Henry and Jasper now – wish me luck xx.’ 

“Aw…My babies…” she mumbled, glad to hear something positive that wasn’t Charlotte’s struggles to get into university, Henry’s love life, Jasper’s moustache obsession, or Schwoz’s many, many problems. 

In some ways, she missed the old days, finding the adjustment to daily life jarring. Looking around her bedroom, (y/n) knew she was the luckiest girl in the world, having two rings on her left hand and a doting husband and child next door, so why did something feel…missing? 

She closed her eyes and sighed, knowing it was selfish to complain, even silently. There was nothing wrong with her perfect life, and she had to keep thinking that, no matter if she found herself reaching for a gum ball every once in a while. Even if she sometimes caught Ray looking wistfully at his old super-suit, she had to ignore it. 

‘We worked so hard for this…’ she thought to herself as her thumbs hovered above a reply to Piper. ‘Who am I to want to go back?’

So, she forced a little smile and began typing, encouraging the sassy, young girl to be nice to her old friend, who’d use her in one of his experiments if she wasn’t careful. She was just about to give her love to Henry and Jasper when she shivered, feeling the air go from warm and golden to cold and dark in a split second. 

“What the—?” (y/n) gasped as a strong wind picked up, shaking the room like a freight train was passing through, and she felt her heart pound in her ears as her vision began to cloud over. Her tastefully curated bedroom melted into hues of purple, yellow and pink, and she swore lightning zapped at her skin as she shielded her eyes from a blinding light. 

(y/n) felt herself falling, her last thought wondering if this was it. Admittedly, she didn’t know what was happening, and it sure as hell was a weird way to go – up in a cloud of violet smoke. 

Was she going to die? If so, she wanted one more chance to tell Ray she loved him—one more time to hold her baby in her arms and whisper, “Momma loves you, meatball.” What kind of death was this if she couldn’t see their faces one last time?

But when she screamed, no words came out, and then, in the blink of an eye, it all faded to black. 

Next Chapter

[absolutely-existing]

brotherband exchange

hello hello, and welcome to the 2025 exchange!! this is the first year it’s happening, so here’s how it’s going to work:

everyone will be assigned someone to make a gift for, which can be either fic or art. gifts work on a 1:1 ratio, meaning that everyone makes one gift and receives one —barring pinch hitters, who can make something else if somebody drops out, because they’re cool like that

to sign up, fill in this form by saturday, 4th of january, at midnight nzst. after that, i’ll assign pairings and dm everyone with their assignments over the next few days, so y’all can start making your incredible works!

posting will happen through the first week of february, and creations must be finished by the 9th of february. make sure to keep everything anonymous before then!!

works must be posted on tumblr with the tag #brotherband exchange 2025, and make sure to tag me in the post! i will be reblogging everything to this blog, which tumblr won’t let me tag for some reason. fics can be posted on ao3 too, but they must be linked to on tumblr so i can reblog them

feel free to ask me any questions —my asks and dms are always open. and that’s it!! good luck to everyone :D

[sterekfests]

Welcome to our Winter round of Sterek Fests! Sterek Winter Fest will run from November 26 - January 6 in celebration of Winter, whether you are excited to begin decorating for Christmas, have last-minute shopping to do for the holidays, or just want to enjoy the cold weather and snow with your pack or family, there’s a little something for everyone!

Check out our Rules and FAQs. 

We also have a Discord you can join.

How to Participate:

Participating in Sterek Winter Fest is easy and stress-free! This is a no-commitment fest where you can participate as little or as much as you want. Participate in one week and none of the others if you so fancy, or participate in all of them! We have an AO3 Collection for you to post all of your creations in!  This fest is open to both Fic and Art, so create to your heart's content!

How to post:

You can post your creations to any website that you want, as long as they are viewable to the public, whether that’s Tumblr, LiveJournal, DreamWidth, or our AO3 Collection. @sterekfests so we see your creations to reblog them. Use the tags #sterekfestswinter2023, and #sterekfests for generic tags. For weekly tags: #sterekfestsbeginning, #sterekfestssnow, #sterekfestswonderland, #sterekfestswant, #sterekfestschristmas, #sterekfestsmidnight

Late Posting:

Late posting is always welcomed! The collection will stay open for late submissions. You can find our Summer and Fall collections also if you’d like to add to those collections.

If you have any questions, feel free to send us an ask!

- Liam (@sterekbros) & Dori (@evanesdust)

Keep reading to see all the awesome theme weeks ahead!

November 26 - December 2: “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas.” 

With Christmas music playing in the background, it’s time for Derek and Stiles to decorate for the holidays. Do they pull out old, familiar ornaments as they reminisce about past Christmases? Or are they building new traditions, weaving fresh memories into each tinsel and bell? Either way, it will be a perfect little Christmas moment. 

December 3 - 9: “Let it snow.” 

The weather outside might be frightful, but that won’t stop Derek and Stiles from enjoying the snow. Whether they’re building snowmen, throwing snowballs, or making snow angels, they’re bound to have a fun time. 

December 10 - 16: “Winter Wonderland.” 

This holiday season, Stiles and Derek can look forward to snow-covered landscapes, twinkling lights, and quaint little shops full of festive cheer. Maybe they wander through town, observing the festive decorations. Or perhaps they find joy in small moments, as they slide down a big, wintery hill. No matter how they choose to spend their day,  laughter is guaranteed. 

December 17 - 23: “All I want for Christmas.”

Christmas wishes are abundant this winter season, whether that means Eli wants the latest toy on the market, or Stiles wants to spend time with his family and pack during the holiday season. Perhaps Derek is spending his time shopping for the perfect present for his mate and pup, or Stiles is trying to create the perfect holiday atmosphere leading up to Christmas. Either way, Stiles and Derek spend the holiday together, sharing winter feelings and love this chilly season.

December 24 - 30: “Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays.”

It's Christmas time, whether that's in Beacon Hills, New York, or somewhere else around the globe where Stiles and Derek are celebrating Christmas. Maybe they're at home, sharing their first Christmas as a couple, or it's Eli's first Christmas with the Pack. Either way, the gifts and love they share will warm their hearts this Christmas season.

December 31 - January 6: “Kiss me at midnight.”

The countdown to midnight has begun! Are Derek and Stiles spending their New Year's in New York City watching the ball drop in Times Square? Perhaps they're spending time at home together while they watch the ball drop on TV while their kids sleep in the next room. Or maybe they're meeting for the first time at a New Year's party and kiss at midnight. Of course, they fall in love. Share their New Year's and resolutions with us this winter season! 

@thebigbangblogproject @teenwolffandomevents @sterekevents

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Weeks 161 -162

Welcome to Weeks 161 & 162

A/N: I just want to thank everyone who gave me recommendations for new authors and mutual authors fanfics. I found so many authors that I already have a list for next week! 💜

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community.  💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Inferno - (Andy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Ari Oneshot - @biteofcherry

Opening the heart - (Wanda x Victor Von Doom) - @nekoannie-chan

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 16 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Root of all Ransom - Part 4 - (Ransom x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Threadbare - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

The Barracuda - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Love in Lace - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Light It Up - (Curtis x Reader) - @navybrat817

What Happens in Vegas - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Before you - Normal ending - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

A (not) good cake slice - (Wanda x Steve) - @nekoannie-chan

Taking It All - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Love, Love, Love - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Want you to want me - (Ari x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Under the Clouds - (Lee x Reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Ari Drabble - @late-to-the-party-81

Ex-factor - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Lee Bodecker Oneshot - @lunarbuck

Close Quarters - (Jake x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Playing With Fire - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

On My Mind - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

"Are we friends?" "I don't think so" - @nekoannie-chan

No One, But Me - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Bathtime - (Curtis x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

Meet Me at Our Spot - (Andy x Reader) - @geniedetails

Open Up - (Ari x Black! Reader) - @galatially

Shades of Gray - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

3 Billion Divorce - Part 5 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Collared part 18 - @spnexploration

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 5 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Hands off - Part 5 - (Stucky x Reader) - @darsynia

Twice (Nick x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

And Mine You Shall Be - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

No One Special - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn

Should've - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Breakfast in Bed - @fluffyprettykitty

Sign the Dotted Line - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

Special Delivery - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @xxindiglow

staying in - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Destroyer!Chris drabble - @biteofcherry

Midnight Surprise - (Bucky x Reader) - @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor

40’s!Bucky Drabble - @pellucid-constellations

[theheirofthesharingan]

I saw you reblogged a post requesting asks so here is my contribution. Feel free to ignore, because it is probably a difficult question.

So, the Uchiha burdened Itachi with their problems and used him against the village even though he was just a child. From your posts I see you defend this and there is no much to argue here, it is pretty obvious it is true regardless of the legitimate reasons they had to oppose the village. So, in your opinion, and based on the situation they were in, what would have been your course of action if you were in their place? In Fugaku's place, let's say. What should they have done taking into account that even leaving the village peacefully can be considered treason.

I just don't have the slightless idea and I think maybe you are the right person to come up with a good analysis of this.

Great blog, by the way. Happy to see a space to love both Sasuke and Itachi, it is so rare. Enjoy the day/night, whatever it is at your end.

Hey!

Yes, it is a difficult question because of the possibilities and AUs it can conjure. I'll try to answer it as best as I can.

The Uchiha clan was doomed from the start. From the time of Madara and Hashirama, I mean. It was always a one-sided game where Uchiha were always seen as an afterthought. As a goodwill gesture, Hashirama tried to offer Madara the Hokage seat and then deserted him. Okay, maybe there was some weight in what Tobirama said.

Hashirama was the driving force behind the truce and the village. It was his vision that he never gave up on and continued to fight for despite Madara not being in the picture. Uchiha also acknowledged his contribution. They lived in a warring era, so everyone was fed up with this perpetuatal violence and hate, Uchiha included. That makes Tobirama's next words about them bullshit. Unlike both Madara and Tobirama, Hashirama - who had also lost his siblings - tried to look at the bigger picture. The problem was that he chickened out of his promise he made to Madara in the last moment, which is a major breach of trust on both personal and diplomatic fronts. Both Madara and Hashirama were clan leaders and must have had the abilities required to carry on the responsibility of the village. Yes, the village was growing with other clans coming to live in and you needed abled leaders, Hashirama should have thought of it before rather than changing his stance after the proposing Madara the Hokage seat. They were both capable of handling the village, and one would always have the back of the other, because they had seen some of the worst alone, and endured the same things since their childhood.

Then, Hashirama backed out. And Madara attacked the village multiple times, slowly tarnishing the name of the Uchiha clan, who wanted nothing more than to live in peace.

To summarize it, the conflict in which Itachi was brutally used was bigger than him, Fugaku, and the clan itself. It was a deeply rooted prejudice that had taken hold because of the events of the past. It would be impossible to get rid of it and also convince the village that they were oppressed.

If they tried violent methods for it (coup d'état), it would be the end for the clan in more ways than one. It was never, ever the answer to the oppression, especially because lives were not at stake with this.

What else could they have done?

Diplomacy.

It was like shooting an arrow in the dark with the coup which may or may not have been successful, so why not try something else before taking the destructive path?

Obito mentions Hiruzen wanted to buy some time, but it wasn't enough. In Itachi's memories we see Hiruzen saying the same. Though from his Midnight novel we know Hiruzen didn't do much to help the cause and was secretly okay with the clan's extinction. It might not have been entirely due to hate or prejudice that Danzo had; instead it was 'I will not have to work on this issue too much, too long if the clan's dead completely since they're not backing out.'

It's a valid argument that since Hiruzen knew about the clan's displeasure with the system, he could have reached out too. It was his duty. However, as the marginalised group the clan could also have reached out, instead of, you know, throwing a 10-year-old child to do the spying for them, collect the information, and then attack the government.

The idea of the coup was shortsighted and upto no good. This is when the Uchiha did have some power in their hands.

They had their roots set deep into the Anbu as well.

The Uchiha police force had enough power to arrest anyone except for the Anbu (they could arrest any other Shinobi and civilians).

They had their connections in Anbu. Like I said before, pressurizing Hiruzen into taking an action and letting him know of their plight would have been a better idea than sending a child to spy for them. It was a matter of 'we'll see what happens' anyway. So why not first reach out to seek support and then do something about it if your demands are not met? It would most likely come to that eventually, but making a noise, letting others know, would have been better than sending Itachi into it. There might have been some dissenters who might have supported them, and helped their cause.

In Itachi's novels, which elaborate on the oppression, the clan looking for negotiation is never mentioned either. Historically, too, going against the village had resulted in the complete annihilation of a clan.

It all boils down to taking one more chance with the negotiation before taking the drastic measures.

One more thing that would make more sense than what they actually did, would have been waiting for the old geezer i.e., Hiruzen to die. If they weren't planning the coup d'état, Konoha would have no reason to kill them. Hiruzen wasn't immortal. He would have died at one point.

Koharu and Homura recommended Jiraiya instead of Danzo to be the fifth Hokage. In Kakashi's filler arc, Hiruzen kicks him out after the massacre, but manga doesn't provide any such information. When he's introduced he's already the leader of the Root.

There are countless possibilities on the outcome of Konoha Crush with Uchiha being in the picture. But let's say it does happen and Orochimaru causes enough damage and kills Hiruzen, the old man is dead, which gives way to the fifth Hokage. By this time Shisui must be grown up. There's a possibility he might have been Hiruzen's successor. If not him, and Tsunade does show up as Hiruzen's successor, the kind of person we know she is, she would be far more compassionate towards the clan.

Unlike Hiruzen she put Danzo and the other two elders in their place. She took stand for Naruto. She had immense respect for Kakashi as well. I strongly believe she would have been the perfect person to understand and help the clan. I don't view her as a one-dimensional 'loyal to Konoha' woman as her predecessors were, who wanted to protect the landmass rather than lives of the civilians.

Given her character I imagine her to be able to separate the cause of the clan's dissatisfaction towards the village and work on it. She wasn't blind in prejudices like others were.

I also imagine she'd dote on both Itachi and Sasuke. And Itachi might be her successor since in the novel he wanted to be one.

Also, thank you for the kind words. I know it's super rare to find people who love both the brothers. So it's nice to come across people who share my love for them both.

[usamamoweek]

UsaMamo Week 2023 - Master Post

Thank you to everyone who participated, reblogged, commented, liked and gave kudos. Thank you to everyone who was a beta / cheerleader behind the scenes. This event turned out amazingly well and we are so happy to see both new faces and some old friends participate this year. (And don't forget about our "Meet the Creators" series, to learn a little more about people in this fandom)

To make sure none of the amazing works that have been created for this UsaMamo Week have been missed, we have compiled them all into this master post (in alphabetical order by the creator):

Stories:

@caelenath - UsaMamo Week 2023 - Day 4: Beach

The whole situation was any red-blooded man's dream—nine gorgeous women in swimwear, a dreamy sunset, and a legitimate excuse to ogle them from every angle.

But he had eyes for only one...

@daikon1 :

Moon Sake Bottle Action!

Somehow at a houseparty with Usagi, Mamoru feels totally out of his depth - until Minako suggests they liven things up a bit. But can an unusual talent for carnival games be leveraged into a kiss with his crush??

A Royal Audience

Once upon a time, there was an extremely self-centered mentor...

Ten Ways to Say 'I Love You'

A portrait of Usagi and Mamoru’s relationship over the years, told in letters, poems, and journal entries.

There Was Only One... Stowaway on the School Beach Trip

It was the perfect summer scheme... and then Mamoru had walked into the train compartment.

Mamoru's Anxiety: A Love Letter for Usagi!

Filling in a 'missing scene' from Usagi's Joy: A Love Letter From Tuxedo Mask - What does Mamoru think about Usagi receiving a love letter from his alter-ego?

Keyrings, and Chaos, and Gender Expectations, Oh My!

Galaxia may have been defeated, but the patriarchy is still alive and well. With some help from Sailor Moon, Mamoru has a few things to say about that!!

Fe(e)line

As Tsukino Usagi awoke one morning from pleasant dreams, she found herself transformed in her bed into an adorable kitty.

@goddessalthena :

Dear Mamo-chan

"I'll write. And I'll call," he promised. "So...I expect you to write me all the time."

"...I will," she vowed.

But only one of them kept their word.

Picture Perfect

It was a perfect day. Almost too good to be true.

Usagi & Mamoru share a few firsts as they bask in the first blush of young love.

@kaitoscarlett - The words I couldn't say

After their first night together, Usagi finds herself waking up alone in Mamoru's apartment. While waiting for him, she explores his book shelf and finds something, she probably shouldn't read.

@lilliebellfanfics :

Day 1: Kiss Game

Summary: Usagi and Mamoru are chosen as the next contestants in Minako's pop-up competitions. They expect something weird and zany like the previous ones... not a kissing game. Well, kissing or not, Usagi says bring it on.

Day 4: There was only one...

Usagi's investigating a series of energy bursts at Tokyo Dome City amusement park. With so many unknowns--what was the source of the energy? Was it Zoisite or a new enemy?--the last thing she wants to do is share a ride on the Ferris wheel with Mamoru.

Day 7: Midnight / Fireworks

"One thing I love about prompts is they get me writing for my WIPs! I bring you another scene from DFD, but this is much much later than the current arc. For reasons, Usagi ends up staying at Mamoru's place. Things get hot & steamy, and here's a scene from somewhere in the middle."

Day 5: Free Day

The Tsukino clan are about to hit the slopes as the next part of their winter competition. Usagi is a clear winner and she's excited to beat Shingo on the double black diamond and win points for her team... only Mamoru's never skied before. Shit.

(Also Christmas Markets and kissing)

@master-ray5 - Lips Of An Angel

Mamoru gets a call on his lunch break from his Ex in Japan.

@random-mailbox - Love Letter (Poem)

Poem inspired by the Stars arc in the Anime

@riverlethe - Game Night

Minako organizes (by throwing together at the very last minute) Game Night to help the senshi blow off some steam on a rare night off.

Rei picked a small red box up off the table. “‘Love Letter’?” she grimaced. “This is going to be a long night, isn’t it?”

@sailormoonandme - Year of the Rabbit. UsaMamo Week 2023

Unbeknownst to anyone else, Serenity and Endymion arrange a secret rendezvous on the beach. Manga Canon.

@speak-mnemosyne1 :

Trust

In a dark, cramped space with stifling air, something in the chemistry between two people transformed. The universe fell away and, in those seven minutes, actions had no consequences.

But this.. this felt more like Seven Minutes in Hell.

Magnolias

For the prince of Earth, there was only one girl in the entire Solar System with whom falling in love was forbidden..

Present

“Just for a year… but I may end up staying longer than that.” Mamoru tried to swallow back the words as they left his mouth. He hated lying to Usagi, hated the way her blue eyes looked up at him with oceans of love.

@spei-sidus :

Lucky Bunny

Day 1: Year of the Rabbit / Kiss Game

Forgiven

Sailor Moon is forgiven by Tuxedo Kamen for Serenity's final actions

An Ode to the Rose

Valentine's Day is coming up and the girls decide, since they weren't giving chocolates to anyone, to write love letters to give to their future boyfriends.

The Binoculars

A day at the beach leads Mamoru to ask Usagi out.

Free Day

Neo Queen Serenity goes back in time to go on a date with First Season Mamoru.

Like a Fairy

An injured Usagi leads the nijizuishou to not only replenish her energy, but also form the Ginzuishou.

Moonlight Musings

Some midnight musings for our roaming heroine.

@wishwars - Confessions Left Unsaid

At the end of Season 1, Episode 3 of the 90s anime, Usagi decides to write a love letter to Tuxedo Mask. What if Mamoru reads it?

Art:

@iiyasbssmdoodles - Day 6 - wings

@iamcharlotte88 - Three Levels of Kisses for Mamoru Chiba (artwork for @daikon1 Moon Sake Bottle Action! story)

@lilliebellfanfics - Day 2: Royalty, Day 3: Love Letters / Poetry

@mhanevision - Day 2 Royalty , Day 5 - Free Day "Barbenheimer" , Day 7 - Midnight (Happy Birthday Mamo-Chan , Day 1 - Year of the Rabbit (Happy Birthday Usako)

@mochibuni - Art for Epilogue (story Rocks in Space by @vchanny-og )

Images / Mood boards:

@random-mailbox - Day 1 - Year of the Rabbit , Day 1 - Kiss Game, Week Day 2 - Royalty, Day 2 - Sword, Day 3 - Love Letters / Poetry, Day 4 - Beach, Day 4 - There was only one..., Day 5 - Free Day , Day 6 - Wings , Day 6 - Crystal, Day 7 - Midnight, Day 7 - Fireworks

Podcasts:

@oshiokiyopod - UsaMamo Week 2023 Special Episode!

You can listen to the episode on Spotify, Google Podcasts, Apple Podcasts, Pocket Cast, and Podchaser (links to show pages in the platform names).

[spnfanficpond]

Weekly Pond Newsletter

It's Daylight Saving Time again in the US! (It's coming for the rest of you soon enough.) Yes, it's that time of year when we lose an hour and all get cranky and have more heart attacks and car accidents. I wonder if we could Tulpa DST away, somehow? Like, if we all just thought about it hard enough all at the same time.... Of course, arranging the "at the same time" part of that would be a nightmare because of, you know, DST and time zones and such.

Old Business:

Poll results - Last week, we asked you all if you would be interested in learning about typesetting or fanbinding, and the answer was an overwhelming YES! We will keep this in mind and work on making this happen!

Monthly Prompt - The monthly prompt post went up and it's all about Sky and Water! Tag us in anything this inspires you to create so we can signal boost it!

Angel Fish Awards - The post for February went up, and the winner of the raffle was @spn-fanfic-reblog-writes!

SPN Rewatch: Fanfic Edition - We had another great chat, this time about the last two episodes in season 1! Check out the Archive masterlist for links to the docs for each episode to read all about it. Remember, if these ideas inspire you to write anything, let us know so we can signal boost it!

#TweetFicTues - Last week's prompts were:

New Business:

Steve Carlson Stageit today - Later today, Steve Carlson will be doing an online concert on Stageit! Click here for more info and to get tickets!

Conventions - AHBL is happening right now in Melbourne, and Creation Burbank is next weekend! So much new content from our cast! If you're attending a con and want to meet up with other Pondies, we have channels in our Discord server for that. Check them out!

Fishing For Treasures - Next weekend is FFT weekend here at the Pond, and the theme for March is CROSSOVER FICS! Drop your links in either the FFT channel in the Discord server or our inbox here by Friday, Midnight, EDT!

Manta Ray chat - Admin Michelle will be spending some time in the Discord server next weekend. Keep an eye out for announcements with the day and time!

St Patrick's Day is next weekend! Give us your favorite leprechaun or otherwise Irish-related fics in the replies and reblogs so we all can celebrate!

POLL - Since so many folks are interested in typesetting and/or fanbinding, and these seem like topics that would require video, would you all be okay with Zoom as a platform for these tutorials?

(Divider by @glygriffe!)

That's all for this week! To see all Pond events, and also other SPN-related things like conventions and online concerts, check out our Google calendar! Click here for a static view in Eastern US/Canada time (desktop only, no mobile app access, sadly), and click here to add our calendar to your own Google calendar! We try to keep it as up-to-date as possible. If there's something you want to see on the calendar that's not there (maybe a convention we missed, cast birthdays, or something similar), send us an ASK and let us know!

Hope you have a great week! - From your Admins and Manta Rays, @manawhaat, @mrswhozeewhatsis, @mariekoukie6661, @thoughtslikeaminefield, @spencereliotwinchester and @heavenssexiestangel!