#it is extremely random however i hope is fun to all

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Random Ask game

a novel that stabbed you in the heart recently

your regular café order

the food you like to eat when you get a cold

your favourite song to hear randomly play in a store

do you like street performers? if so, what type is your favourite?

art you want to hang on your walls

an organ you would like to take out for 6 minutes (whatever you choose it does not result in death)

your favourite day

ao3 text that you keep under your pillow<3

the perfect decoration you want to get

if you could walk in anything, what would you wear on your legs

a thing you know you should not taste but you are still curious about

favourite fabled animal

book world you would want your best friend to live in

a movie you do not recommend but love to watch it anyways

if you could choose for a fruit to be cheaper in stores/markets this year, which one would you choose

favourite street food

what makes you feel jolly

which two religious monsters do you think would be cool if they merged into a hybrid

which material would you like to be

what is your favourite tool(in the kitchen, in the lab, in the operation room, in the bathroom, in the craft room, garden, anywhere really)

favourite imaginary flower/plant

how did you play with dolls if you had them

what is your favourite pretend play game you had as a kid

if you could go feral without things going wrong afterwards, where would you do it

snow with footprints or newly baked snow?

[mercurial-chuckles]

🍂 smutty sept fest ask 🍂 

ok, hear me out,, established relationship bucky x female!reader. then, prompt #11 with consensual free-use pass but the reader always pretends to be an innocent little bambi when bucky fucks her in random places at anytime of the day; because she knows bucky has a corruption kink :)

anyway---

Enlivened Mornings

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader WC: 2.5k (Yes, I redeemed myself after the previous 16k Mr. Grumpaholic oneshot) A/N: This is an entry for Smutty September Fest. I did my best @winterarmyy Hope I did justice to your juicy ASK. Warnings: Mature content | Minors DNI | Overloaded fluff (kinda my brand, ya see :D) | Hot specimen Bucky | Bucky being a menace | Quickie!?! | 'Tis just smut, my dear hoes | Needy Bucky | Language | SMUT | smidge of semi public sex if you really really squint | Lemme know if I'm missing anything. Note: Do not Steal, Copy or Plagiarize any part of my work! Banner credits to me and the photo credits to the internet. Check out my other works: Masterlist

Indulge Away!

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The early morning light filtering through the soft curtains of the bedroom pulled Bucky slowly out of the sleepy haze. He stretched his arm, searching. When he didn't find you, he propped onto his elbow, blinking his eyes open to notice the crumpled blanket on the side.

He wondered if you were curled up underneath it. Sometimes, you had a habit of escaping his clutches if he didn't already have you wrapped tightly in his arms because you complained he ran hot, no thanks to the serum. Also, the constant libido-appeasing activities you both did don't help your case either.

However, Bucky needed you wrapped around him. His usual tactic would be changing the thermostat to the coldest setting and tugging the blanket off you. He was all too aware that's a bit of an extreme move, but you came crawling into his arms, clutching him tightly, as you should be.

Works every fucking time!

Today, that was not the case. You were not in the bedroom, and Bucky sighed, throwing the blanket away, and focused his ears.

The faint sound of rhythmic breathing drifted from the other side of the door, and the need to see you won over the morning inertia, and he walked out of the room in search of you and to drag you back to the bed.

There you were. In the middle of the sun-kissed room, barefoot on the yoga mat. Dressed in soft, form-fitting sports bra and leggings that hugged you deliciously, and hair loosely pulled back in a pony. The morning light played across your skin, casting a soft glow that made you look ethereal--like something right out of his usual dream.

Love has changed Bucky Barnes ineffably. It was truly a power of love; the nightmares dwindled, and redemption seemed not so far-fetched.

You did that. You'd unfathomably filled his heart with so much light that all the shadows of the past diminished under his feet like it's always noontime.

My beautiful girl. His heart screamed, reminding that this was not a dream. You were not a dream.

You were unobservant, and he took his time, devouring everything you.

Despite making fun of your situational awareness all the time, or lack thereof, the truth was that Bucky was downright stealthy and fully aware of it. Stealth was innate to him, made his job easier, and made sneaking behind you much more fun.

The way your eyes widened, your heart picked up, and the relief crossed your face upon recognizing him gave Bucky a slight rush, a constant addiction to see the relief when you noticed it was him.

He wasn't really proud of how much fun he had irking you. You were fucking adorable.

One evening, you barged into the apartment purposefully, thrusting your phone under his nose, and accusing him that he had Cuteness Aggression. Bucky had fun taking you apart against the fridge that night, and what a great night that was.

Bucky let his gaze trace every movement you made--the arch of your back, the bend of your legs, the way your muscles shifted beneath your tight clothes, and the uncovered skin.

He wanted to kiss you, lick every tiny inch of your skin, make you beg until your toes curled, and watch you reach the gates of pleasure and beyond, which you let him take you.

It was unreal, the feeling when he was nestled deep inside you, and you looked at him with so much love.

Bucky doesn't know what he ever did to deserve you; maybe the redemption did work, and the universe took pity on him. That had to be it, for someone like you to love him with all his scars, emotional and physical.

There was something so intimate, so quietly beautiful about the moment, about watching you all domestic in what he considered his safe haven. Home. Yes, you were home.

You moved into a gentle forward fold, hands gliding down to the floor as you bent over with a soft exhale. Bucky's breath hitched, his heart doing a slow flip as he watched you more; eyes followed the curve of your spine, unable to stop the wave of desire stirring in his chest to just place a large palm on your back and...

His cock twitched, and his mind queued the images of the way your body moved under his command.

With each stretch and bend, transitioning from one yoga pose to another with fluid precision, the need to bury deep inside you while you sing his praises and beg him overpowered. Then, you inhaled deeply and exhaled, moving into a downward dog pose.

Fucking hell.

He finally snapped out of his trance.

An almost animalistic groan reverberated in his chest.

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Startled by the sudden noise, you turned over your shoulder. Bucky was leaning against the door frame, legs crossed and arms folded, in only his black joggers. A relief spread over you as you smile at him widely, not breaking your pose.

"Morning," you teased lightly, wiggling your legs slightly to balance yourself from becoming a puddle watching him in all his sexiness.

It had been a whole three days since you saw him. Last night, he told you he would be home late and asked you not to wait up, but you always did. The need to see him safe and sound after he came home from missions was perfunctory at this point and eased your mind.

Well, he did get late because you tried keeping yourself awake, but as you snuggled on the couch watching Tangled, the day's toll and the fact that Bucky was safe and coming home to you melted all your worries away.

You inadvertently let the sleep consume you from the pattering sounds of the rain on the windows, and the occasional thunder lulled you deeper.

When you woke up, you found yourself wrapped in his arms. His right arm found its way under your shirt, his large, warm palm cupped your tit, and his muscular thigh lodged dangerously close to your panty-covered pussy.

If you had let your lust-hazed mind take the reins, you probably would have moved a bit closer to his thigh and rubbed yourself or woken him up in other ways you knew he enjoyed.

However, you knew he hardly slept on the missions. So, you let him get some more rest.

Now, looking at Bucky watching you with that look you were too familiar with had your thighs clenching involuntarily, and he noticed. He always did.

Bucky's steely gaze narrowed on your form, and his lips twitched with an all-knowing grin. He pushed himself off the wall and purposefully strode toward you.

He stood behind you, and you tried to stand up, needing to hug him and revive the taste of his lips in your mind, but he stymied your efforts.

Placing his large palm on the small of your back and pressing it firmly, "Don't stop on my account. I like this view," he sniggered, voice still raspy from sleep, sending a jolt through your body.

Bucky's hand moved to your waist, tracing his fingertips on your exposed skin. Your breath quickened, coming in puffs, and the heat spread across your body like wild unwarranted fire.

You felt your eyes close on their own accord as he moved his fingers deftly; skin singing at his touch.

His palm moved down to your ass, and he squeezed, making your belly flutter, and you sighed in delight.

"Missed me?" he questioned, moving forward to hover over your entire form, and his hard bulge rubbed on the cleft of your ass making you moan. He placed his chin on your right shoulder, nuzzling his stubble on your throat, and you turned to capture his lips, but he inched away to kiss your ear.

He ran his metal palm on your inner thighs, slowly inching them up to your belly. The cold fingers sent you reeling, and the familiar bubble of need built, spreading through your body as he moved his fingers inside your panties; all too soon, he retracted.

"Bucky," you whined desperately. He brought down his palm on your ass and spanked you.

"Ahhh FUCK," your moan resounded obscenely, lacing through the pureness of the morning, and the sudden force of his hand had you collapsing, and your knees gravitated to the ground. The impact was cushioned by a pillow, which you had no idea when he placed it. Thankfully, his metal arm held your shoulders, steadying you.

Heat spread across your lower belly, and you clenched at nothing. You were drenched and slightly embarrassed at how quickly he got you there.

Bucky rubbed your other ass cheek and hit you with much more force. The moan you let out was desperate, decadent even, and you were barely conscious about the window to your balcony, which you left open for some fresh air.

Bucky chuckled darkly, and you knew you were in for it.

He hooked his thumbs, his fingers moved inside your leggings and panties and yanked them down. You yelped at the suddenness, and the unmistakable tearing sound of the fabric told you the demise of your leggings. Another one notwithstanding his strength.

You looked over your shoulder only to see him crouch and rub his fingers all the way from the back of your ass to the front, backhanding your pussy and you mewled.

"I'll ensure you get all the stretching, doll," he vowed, running one palm from the back of your thigh and up. You felt the skin prickle under his touch as he rubbed your ass and moved it up your spine all the way to the nape of your neck. He twisted your hair into his hand and yanked; the painful pleasure had you squeaking.

"Mine to ruin, aren't ya, baby?" He remarked as you felt him wrap his metal arm around your waist, enveloping you completely, and rut himself into you. The first touch had you stumble forward, but thanks to his grip, you didn't faceplant onto the mat.

Bucky waited a second longer to give you a semblance of control if you wanted to use your safeword, which he often did when he got in such a mood. All you felt in that moment was your love catapult for him, and the lascivious need for him.

You wanted to shout, "Fuck me already," but you stayed silent, knowing fully well he would make it a point to edge you.

Bucky had a multitude of moods; most often, he just wanted physical touch; sometimes, he needed control when he fucked you without any volition, anytime, anywhere, within reason, of course. You loved it when he got that way, and he was plenty aware and played you like a fiddle.

Gazing over your shoulder, you simply rolled your hips, encouraging him. His wolfish grin made you shudder.

Oh, boy!

Bucky placed a kiss on your exposed skin on the back and nipped at it, making you squirm. His stubble tickled the side of your neck as he nuzzled a bit into your skin before straightening up, and with one practiced thrust, he was inside you, and you felt your body constrict. "Nghhhh, fuck," he groaned loudly, and you gasped for breath.

The unease with the sudden intrusion slowly left when he waited a beat longer before he set a pace that felt inhuman, superhuman even, like he was.

"Good girl," Bucky grunted. You would have nodded like a bobblehead if he didn't have your hair gripped tightly.

Undoubtedly, your neighbors must know by now you both were having a really good morning.

Bucky yanked you up, and you were now against his chest, purely with his support, ankles hanging in the air as he pounded into you from behind. You cried at the angle his cock touched your cervix.

He stopped suddenly, "Bucky, please," you sniveled.

"Not stopping for the world," he promised, "just need to see you, sweetheart," he muttered, turning you suddenly, and you flail unsteadily. He dexterously lowered you gently onto the mat, set the pillow underneath your hips, and knelt before you.

Staring into the darkened blue eyes in daylight always awed you. A ray of sunlight danced on his cheek, highlighting his face, and you preened.

He was so gorgeous, enchanting.

Bucky licked his lips and parted them, clutching your wrists in his large palm, groaning as he entered you, your eyes shut, mouth gaping open as he leaned more into you in a plank position, putting just a bit of weight on you every time he bottomed.

His bed hair called you to tug at it, which you knew he loved, but he held you firmly, shaking his head warningly as you tried to get out of his grip.

"Missed you so fucking much," Bucky roared. You looked at him with those wide eyes, biting your lip, the almost innocent gaze you gave him, making him lose his tether of control as he cursed, tapping your thighs, and you obeyed, winding your legs around him, and he fucked you with much more vigor.

"My fucking precious doll," he purred, lips ghosting your open mouth. His cock repeatedly pounced into that spot, making you cry. He pulled your bottom lip between his teeth, nipping at it and sending shivers to your core.

Everything built up, and you reached the edge of orgasm, eyes rolling. You clenched delightfully, body contracting, belly tightening.

He shifted, propelling his weight slightly onto you, and moved his right arm between your bodies to pinch your clit, and you cum, milking him. "Oh, fuck," he shouted, holding your chin and tapping your cheek.

"Gripping me so good," he hissed, gritting his teeth, rubbing your overstimulated clit.

As you came down, heavily breathing, he pulled you into a searing hot kiss, stealing your breath away.

"Mmm… take it," he ordered, and you became aware of the coil tightening in you again. You focused on the pleasure building quickly inside your belly.

His fullness, the way he grunted, holding you close, and the way he looked at you had you reaching the edge the second time.

"Aww, look at you," he whispered, almost condescendingly, into your ear. Bucky didn't slow his pace, still thrusting into you.

You were surely going to take the day off. You thought as your eyes shut at the sheer building of the pressure.

"Eyes on me, sweetheart," Bucky rasped deeply, and your eyes rolled in pleasure, unable to comply.

"I said," he left your wrists and placed his forearms beside your head, "Eyes." Thrust. "on." Grind. "Me," Thrust.

You marshaled everything in you to focus your eyes on him. His darkened gaze, that slight knowing smirk had you falling, and he snapped, growling as his hips stuttered, his cum painting all over your thighs and pussy.

After a few moments of stillness, he leaned forward, putting his weight on you, and you both breathed into each other, trying to steady your breath. He rolled his hips slightly, and you squealed at the overstimulation.

"Now, do you wanna come to bed?" he interposed smugly as he kissed your jaw. "Or do you need more yoga?" his jubilance had you rolling your eyes dramatically. Yet, you knew you were going to follow him into the damn bed anyways.

Temptation. Yes, that's what Bucky was. Pure six-foot, blue-eyed, brunette temptation, and he was all yours.

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Ahhhh... I'm gonna take a dip in the cold water, my dearies. How was it?

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[aliesbienish]

Hi!! I was wondering if you could please write a Paul x reader where the reader is super pregnant and is hungry all the time and eats the most random stuff and the pack teases her about it until Paul puts his foot down and tells them to back off

Thank you! I’m really enjoying the study of wolves🤍

Hi lovely anon, thank you for this sweet request - I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do x

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Recipe for Pack

There was no doubt who this baby belonged to, even in the womb. Since a few months into your pregnancy you’d been insatiably hungry, snacking continuously. Paul had always been the same, of course his excuse was his shifting. Unfairly that meant he got super hearing and strength while you needed to pee constantly and had nausea that rudely didn’t limit itself to the morning. So constant eating wasn’t an issue, it was the cravings that were becoming a hassle.

Paul, being a secret softie, had tried to cater to your every whim. Whether it was chocolate covered zucchini’s or melted cheese topped ice cream, he kept the judgement to a minimum. However these odd cravings did often lead to late night trips to the nearest 24 hour store located in Forks, a forty minute round trip. One particularly bad evening had him chauffeuring you 70 miles at 3am to Port Angeles, purely for a a chocolate milkshake and fries that got dipped into it. It was a miracle the machine wasn't broken.

But while Paul was nothing but accomodating, it couldn't always be said for the rest of his pack mates. Eating a hot dog with raspberry jam caused Jared to make vomiting noises. Adding leftover mash potato to a smore prompted Quil to question whether you needed a visit to a psychologist. Even sweetheart Seth made a quip that your cravings seemed like ingredients to a witches potion. Which was probably fair, as you munched on a buttered bread covered with rosemary.

But one comment, made sitting around Emily and Sam's dinning table took it too far.

Sitting with what to you seemed like a delightful combination of peanut butter and hot sauce bagels topped with orange slices, it was enough to elicit a groan.

"This seems to be getting way beyond normal now. I'm beginning to wonder if you are actually having these cravings or if you just like to make everyone else uncomfortable!" Jacob declared jokingly, but with your out of control emotions it was enough to stop you mid bite and feel shame.

"Right? I think next she'll just eat straight from the trash, it's not like she is far off!" Laughed Quil, causing laughter around the table.

Your eyes watered as you choked out "I'm sorry,"

"No, don't you dare apologise." Paul stated, gently placing his hands on your shoulders. "It's these morons who have no right to be teasing you." Turning to address the pack he gave them a hard stare. "You are all being absolute dicks. She's trying to survive extreme changes to her body, something we should be particularly understanding about, but instead your being rude and judgemental. If you all don't get your shit together and start being supportive then I will absolutely see if beating some sense into you in wolf form will help the process,"

The next evening you were all once again sitting around the dining table. The pack, showing their support, were all eating your newest and rather tame craving - chocolate covered bacon.

Sam got everyones attention and raised his fork in a toast "To our newest pack member,". The rest of the pack raised their own cutlery and echoed the sentiment.

This time the tears in your eyes were from happiness.

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[llatimeria]

I feel so resolved right now bc I've been getting a little frustrated with the Instagram reels I've been seeing that's mostly het women complaining about how their husbands don't share the mental load of housework - which is absolutely justified, ofc. everyone needs to partake in taking care of the home as close to equally as is reasonable.

the thing is this mostly takes the form of people making fun of how their husbands say things like "Yeah sure I'll share the load :) Just make me a list!:) just tell me what to do! :)" when that's kind of defeating the purpose -- if your partner's making lists of chores for you, you're still basically offloading a ton of mental effort onto them, which doesn't actually help the problem.

however I know from experience that I am that husband lol. and I'm sure a lot of these men are just kind of inconsiderate, but from my perspective as a disabled neurodivergent person, I reflexively try to offload things like Making Lists or Asking To Be Told What To Do onto my (overstressed, often panicking) partner because I'm scared that if I make decisions about what I need to do, I'll focus on something my partner didn't even have on their radar and waste all my energy "fixing" something which they didn't consider broken, leaving me with nothing to help solve the problems they actually care about.

I'm not trying to be a dick or deliberately being lazy, I just need to know what's bothering them the most so I can start there instead of starting on a random side quest that doesn't matter to either of us. considering how many of these people I've run into are in nd4nd relationships, I'm pretty sure I can't be the only "inconsiderate husband" out there who's having this feeling, and it's a little frustrating to see it being completely attributed to a moral failing and not, like, a possible symptom of their partner's own mental health issues. (like we definitely can't pretend like misogyny never plays a part in the Just Make Me A List type of behavior, but I know relatively certainly that is not where it's originating from in my own personal relationship, and I'm not that unique)

just when I was about to just make a kind of grumpy post about this problem and offer absolutely no solutions, I fuckin run into a reel where someone actually tells people how to bridge the gap between offloading mental effort and actually knowing what your partner wants you to do- literally just. offer a couple of observations to them instead of hoping they'll do everything for you. ie - instead of "just tell me what to do!!", say "I see the dishes have to be done and the trash has to be taken out, so I was gonna do the dishes then take out the trash, unless there was something else that needs my focus first". this tells your partner that you are taking on some of the mental burden, but still offers them the opportunity to point you in the right direction if you're WAY off.

it just makes so much fucking sense and I never would've thought of doing that on my own. genuinely an extremely useful video to just algorithmically be provided to me. it's actionable advice instead of just telling people "share the loaaaddd" without providing the scaffolding someone needs to do that when theyre unused to it (whether that be due to neurodivergency or growing up as a guy in a misogynistic society).

and its just like. God damn it. this is bullshit. I can't believe the stupid camera app is helping me in real ways. maybe the mental health gurus and internet therapists have a goddamn point sometimes. fucking hell

[mochinomnoms]

Helllooooo, Hope you have a fab week this week and so excited for the posting schedule.

I was wondering if you had any head canons for courting Floyd vs Jade. They likely would have been taught the same things from mama and papa leech, but I would love to hear their take on it and how they differ in your mind

My personal headcanon is that Narissa Leech saw her future husband talking to some random merperson, saw red, and decided to kidnap him in jealousy.

Now. Normally. This would be extremely offputting to people, and that's putting it nicely. Normally. However, Bruno Leech was absolutely smitten with his future wife since he first saw her and often followed her like a lovesick puppy, which she thought was funny. So getting kidnapped was a dream come true for him, and to him was a result of Narissa finally accepting him.

Thus, the twins' idea of courting is a bit...skewed. Thankfully their grandmother has much more normal stories to tell about her experiences (she's utterly confused as to how and why her daughter and grandsons turned out so weird). Both of them take after one of their parents in similar, but ironically bit more mellow ways.

Floyd is a mix of his parents: he enjoys being chased and chasing after his crush. He wants to have fun, he wants to see them get riled up in every and anyway! Floyd does mix in a few more traditional courting stuff in, such as giving random trinkets he found that reminds him of his crush. He also enjoys any form of physical contact with them, whether squeezing them against his chest or throwing an arm around their shoulders. He is a more likely to confront them if he notices that someone else is flirting with his crush. While he won't kidnap then or really is even prone to jealousy like his mother, Floyd will very bluntly state "I'm already courtin' em, go find someone more your league little guppy." glowering until the other party has run off to turn back to his crush with a lazy grin and present them with another pretty rock he found.

Jade takes after their father more, not necessarily in his passivity, but in that sort of lovesick mindset. I might be biased due to my fic, but I like to think that once Jade falls, he falls hard. All he'd like to do is quietly and secretly follow after his crush and study them like he does his mushrooms. He wants to know them intimately far before they ever get together, he wants to know everything down to what sock they prefer to put on first so that he can mold himself to be the very best and most accommodating mate he can be. In his head, if he's perfect, fitting into his crush like a puzzle piece, then they too will have no choice but to fall for him back. However, Jade does inherit his mother's nasty jealous streak, and depending on the situation, may or may not be inclined to put his competition out of service.

Thanks to their grandmother's influence and chastising, their parents have pushed for the two to at least try and follow proper mer courting methods. It's just ironic that the more impulsive of the two will follow those naturally, while the other more "levelheaded" one is more likely to act like a mix of a school girl with a crush and a serial stalker.

[koolades-world]

Hi! If it isn’t a bother, can you write about the brothers with a randomly cuddly MC? For example they’d be distant and antisocial one minute, and then quietly affectionate the next. Giving them hugs randomly before scurrying away like nothing happened.

Your works are amazing and I enjoy them extremely! Thank you for your great work :)

hi! sure thing :)

enjoy <3

Randomly Cuddly Mc

Lucifer

humans are so confusing

...is what he's saying outloud. his internal monologue is totally different

he loves that you take the time, even if it's just a couple of seconds

mans is touch starved. he will take what he can get haha

Mammon

every time you do it, he's going to light up like a christmas tree

he's kind of learned your routine now, but he acts like he hasn't

he'll yell after you as you scurry away to come back to finish the job haha

later, he may or may not get you back

Levi

you might be the death of him /pos

his heart can't take it!!

he thinks he's safe and then bam! you hug him

when you run off, he's left sounding like an overheating laptop

Satan

he's a little confused but he's got the spirit

he always gives you a little smile before you run off

to make you more comfortable, he tries to return the favor

however, he's not very random with it, and you now know when to expect his little affections

Asmo

if you go in for a hug, he isn't letting you go

i hope you're content with that cause you'll be there a while

he learned how quickly you'd flee afterwards

so, he adapted!

Beel

all and any hugs are welcome <3

if that's what you're comfortable with, that's what he's comfortable with

it's like a fun little surprise in a cereal box to him

it might be random, but very welcome and makes your day :)

Belphie

at first, he thinks the little hugs are from beel

however, once he learns they're from you, he's suddenly much more awake

he always seems to know exactly when you're coming in for a cuddle

50 50 chance he'll let you go or trap you in a nap with him haha

[deathbxnny]

If you aren't doing requests anymore, just ignore this, otherwise, thanks for the write! Mind if I request the arcane girls (yes this is coming from a bi bitch) with a reader lover who's caring for the girls when they're sick and literally cuffing the stubborn ones to the bed if they try and get out of bed and shrug off their sickness, and also making soup for them

Stubborn Arcane women being taken care of when they're sick! | Sevika, Jinx, Vi x Gn!Reader

I had so much fun writing this and I hope you'll enjoy this too, Anon!<33

Content: Mentions of characters having a common cold, established romantic relationships, fluff, unserious, sfw

Reader has no mentioned pronouns.

((Not proofread))

》SEVIKA

Being sick is never a possibility in her mind. She rarely ever gets sick and refuses to acknowledge it even if she did. She could be dying on the floor and still find a way to get up casually, despite all odds.

Once she gets into a relationship with you though, things suddenly change. Even the slightest sign of sickness gets her practically shackled to the bed now. Something she doesn't enjoy whatsoever, especially as she isn't used to how gentle and caring you are.

With that said, despite never daring to admit it, she really does secretly enjoy how you spoil her when you manage to keep her home whilst she's sick. From being fed delicious, warm soups to getting careful massages for her aching muscles. It truly is heaven on earth in a way.

She definitely also had to keep you from going and arguing with Silco, whenever he demanded for her to come to work anyways. Sevika was flattered you loved her so much, but please don't get yourself killed over this...

"I'm not sick." She hissed out with a frown, clearly unimpressed by you practically forcing her into bed. But you didn't let up, calmly continuing to tuck her into the soft sheets with a worried look. "Yes you are... and you're running a terrible fever too!" You muttered, quick to dodge her hand as she attempted to lightly swat you away when you took her temperature. "You're staying here whether you like it or not."

Rolling her eyes, she sighed in defeat. There was no convincing you otherwise of this and she honestly didn't have the energy for it either. "Let me get you some warm soup, actually..." You whispered mostly to yourself, yet didn't miss the way she perked up at the sound of your handmade food. She always loved everything you cooked.

"Hm... fine, maybe this isn't too bad..." She definitely ignored the victorious giggle you let out after.

》JINX

Jinx doesn't want to be a burden to you in any way, shape or form. So lying about her weakening condition, or even injuries, was common for her. Unfortunately however, she was a terrible liar and you looked right through her every time... much to her dismay.

She really didn't want to worry you and therefore usually opted to stay out as late as possible to deal with her sickness instead... but sometimes, you just are alot faster than her. Especially with Isha now as back up. Escape was impossible when you two teamed up against her.

And it's not like she really complained either! If anything, she did feel extremely grateful for the care you give her, when she's sniffling and coughing away. She loved your attention more than anything and what's better than getting extra love from you?

Now that she was tucked in tightly in bed and had her left hand unceremoniously handcuffed to a random nearby pipe, Jinx found herself simply sinking into sheets with a sigh. She wasn't fast enough to get away this time and pretending to not be sick didn't work either under your watchful eye. So surrendering was the only option now.

"Fine, fine... ya got me, okay?" You and Isha high fived eachother with victorious grins, before scurrying off to find the right medicine and something warm for the sick girl to eat. The care and love you two gave her secretly overwhelmed her, as she wasn't used to it anymore after being without it for so long... but she appreciates it by thanking you often.

She might even play sick for a bit, if it meant to get your attention for longer.

》VI

Being sick? What's that? It didn't exist in her world. And similarly to Sevika, she refused to acknowledge it, mainly because she hated admitting to any form of weakness. So she can't possibly ever be sick! You're just imagining things...

However, as expected, you did not fall for any lies or excuses. You never did, but that wasn't too surprising. You always took care of her even when it were just minor injuries, so a full blown cold would get her shackled to the bed the second she coughed a little too hard.

She gets why you do it, she really does. But come on! She has things to do, people to beat up. Vi was stuck in Stillwater for so long, a common cold was nothing to her. She has been through worse, really.

But everything stills when you take care of her so lovingly, the foreign feeling basically making her addicted for more. So that's what it felt like to be loved after so long...?

"You know... maybe this ain't too bad after all, cupcake." The woman grinned, seemingly finally satisfied after about an hour of arguing and being forced into bed to rest. Deadpanning, you sighed and shook your head, before placing another cool towel on her warm forehead. "Really now?" You asked, voice laced with a small tinge of exhaustion.

She was as stubborn as they come. But you were equally matched in that sense. And this time, you thankfully came out on top in the struggle... for now at least. Who knows when she'll find the energy to torment you again so you need to make the best of the situation and take care of her as fast as possible.

[wroetominter]

New Years Eve - George Clarke

Thank you to the lovely anon who requested this! I didn’t fully intend for this to be smutty, but it did take a slightly dirty turn. I made it a little more pg, though!

In which George and Y/n have been broken up for awhile, and the hands of fate, or a cheeky flatmate bring them back in each others arms.

Pairing: George X FemReader

Warnings: minor smut.

So the reader & George are broken up and the break up is still rather fresh but they've decided to continue being friends as it was mutual. The boys host a New Year's Eve party at their flat which the reader attends and somehow her & George end up getting back together maybe after some interference from their friends lol

I had never really been one for parties. Let alone a party full of drunk people where the biggest expectation is to go home with someone. Being a YouTuber, however brought on some interesting challenges with this. Content making, being the number one factor I had to face.

The choice was simple really, decline the invitation and miss out on being able to make stories, TikTok’s, and vlogs of the party, or go to the party, and probably have a great time, but at the risk of seeing someone hadn’t laid my eyes on in months.

Feeling rather risky, I had accepted the invitation to the boys New Years Eve party. The day had approached much faster than anticipated and I was now on my way through the all too familiar streets of London to a flat I had known like my own for over a year.

George and I had split amicably around two months ago, with neither of us really having the time to commit to a relationship. It was mutual, but it still hurt like a bitch to not only lose a boyfriend, but a best friend in one fell swoop.

I had secretly been hoping we could pick back up as friends, similar to how Chris and Shannon had done, but I unfortunately had been too terrified to even try and message him. No matter how badly I wanted to.

Making my way up the elevator, I purposely made sure to be fashionably late, hoping to slip in unnoticed and find myself a drink to gain some liquid confidence.

I knocked on the door, realizing it had been propped open so I could just let myself in.

“Darling you made it!” Becky shouted at me from across the room as I stepped into the crowd of people adorning the living room.

I hugged her, having some small talk before I made my way to the kitchen to pour myself a drink.

Stood there at the island was George with Chris, my breath hitched slightly at the sight of him. He had on a black knit sweater and corduroy trousers, with his newly long haircut sporting a few small curls that I found to be extremely flattering on him.

“Hey Y/n, how are you?” Chris asked pulling me in for a hug.

“I’m well thank you, how are you?” George took a sip of his drink, eyes never leaving mine over the rim of his glass.

“Yeah good thanks, glad you could make it. Pour yourself a drink and enjoy the night, I know I will!” He quickly rushed off to another group leaving George and I alone in the kitchen.

I looked to him, not knowing how to start a conversation with him.

“You look lovely” he started. I suddenly found myself tucking my arms around myself, feeling weirdly self conscious even though at one point George knew my body better than I did.

“Thank you, you do as well.. I like the…erm… new haircut” I stumbled over my words, and he smiled at me.

“Thank you, it’s not my usual but I figured I’d try it out.” We trailed off in a slightly awkward silence. I looked around nervously, deciding to finally get the drink I had came in here for. “See you around, I’m going to speak with Arthur,” George left the kitchen. I let out a sigh, cursing myself for being so damn awkward. I quickly backed a shot of vodka before I mixed up my drink, deciding it was probably the best night to get drunk if any.

The night progressed in a fun manner, random games and forfeits being played, shots taken, and drinks consumed by all.

The clock struck 11:50pm and I found myself getting nervous for midnight. I was not ready to be the only person in this large of a group not kissing someone. I knew it was inevitable, but it still didn’t feel like something I was ready for.

Pulled from my thoughts, Arthur Hill joined me in the living room looking out their window at the lovely view of London. “He hasn’t moved on, just so you know.” He sipped his drink.

“George?” I questioned, turning to face him.

He nodded. “I haven’t seen him so much as look at another girl. The photo I took of you two asleep on the train is still his phone background.” I stood there staring at him, a little dumbfounded.

“Why hasn’t he said anything to me about it?” I asked him. Figuring if anyone knew apart from George himself, it would be Arthur.

“He doesn’t want to bother you. He thinks you want to move on.” He said. We were then interrupted by none other than the man we were talking about.

“What’s going on over here?” From knowing George so well, I could tell he was now feeling the effects of the alcohol he had.

“Just checking on our dear Y/n over here. She looked a bit lonely, figured I’d offer her up a New Years kiss if she fancied.” My head shot around to meet Arthur’s.

In the time we were together, I found George to be a very loyal boyfriend, which obviously came with some jealous tendencies. These tended to arise when his mates would playfully flirt with me. Arthur knew that all too well, and it was evident on both his face, and George’s, that his plan had worked.

“I don’t know about that one Arthur, think I’d rather kiss myself in the mirror love.” I retorted, causing a small chuckle from the singer.

“Well, that’s me gone then, countdown is about to begin. Gotta go find someone who does want to kiss this pretty face,” he left, leaving George and I stood by the window alone. Everyone else had found themselves a partner. Nervous was the understatement of the year, thank god that one was almost over.

“Ten!” Butterflies grew in my stomach as I looked around the room.

“Nine!” I took a deep breath.

“Eight!” George brought himself closer to me, and I could feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“Seven!” Fuck. This was about to be the weirdest thirty seconds of my life.

“Six!” Is George feeling any of these nerves?

“Five!” - “remind me again why we broke up?” George asked.

“Four!” I stared at him.

“Three!” - “I don’t know anymore.” I whispered.

“Two!” - “let’s give this a go then?”

“One!” - “fuck it.”

George and I leaned in, lips meeting in the middle as everyone around us either kissed their partners or screamed “Happy New Year!”

I had forgotten completely how intoxicating it was to kiss George. His lips moved with mine in perfect rhythm, and his hands held me in a way that made me never want to leave his arms.

“Get it Georgie!” I heard screamed from the group of boys across the room, recognizing Bach’s voice as the instigator of that comment.

“Fucking twats always know how to ruin a good moment don’t they?” George commented, forehead still resting on mine. I laughed, breathing heavily as my hands rested on his chest.

“Talk in your room?” I asked him. He nodded, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the back hall where their bedrooms were.

I looked around the dimly lit room, finding comfort in the four walls. Nothing had changed in the few months since I had been here last.

I kicked off my shoes, and my jacket, sitting in his bed crossing my legs together and looking at him. “I missed you.” I blurted out of the blue.

“I missed you too. I don’t know why I couldn’t just make the time you needed. I didn’t know what I would be losing by giving up that easily.” We were sharing such a vulnerable moment together.

“I think in the moment, it was just easier to say let’s move on than try and make the time work. It was equal fault here, let’s be honest.” We agreed with each other.

“I want to make time for us again.” He whispered, reaching out to rest his hand on my knee. I placed my hand over his, smiling up at him.

“Me too.” I scooted in closer, wrapping my arms around his neck and placing my legs on either side of his, sitting down on his lap. I kissed him again, this time with more feeling.

His hands instinctively found their way to my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him.

“This is a good start.” He smirked at me, beginning to tug my shirt off of my torso.

“I couldn’t agree more.” I said pulling at the bottom of his sweater. I always forget how fit he is until the clothes are off. His toned arms in full display in front of me. I had to admit, I was a sucker for toned arms.

He grabbed me by the legs, flipping me over and hovering above me, placing himself between my hips.

“Let me show you how much I’ve missed you.” He said, unbuttoning and pulling down my jeans, leaving me nearly fully exposed in front of him. Unlike earlier, I didn’t find myself nervous. I was confident. This was my George, and I knew he would take care of me.

He began to remove the remainder of his clothing, and I followed suit. This didn’t seem like the night either of us were keen on intense foreplay. This was the rekindling of our relationship.

He leaned down to kiss me again, and I felt goosebumps forming as his hands touched my skin. He was telling me with his body that he needed me, that he wanted me.

I gasped as he pressed himself towards my entrance, my body naturally arching up to meet him there, knowing exactly what I wanted.

He pushed into me gently and I felt my head falling back in pleasure. He let out soft moans as he continued the motions of his hips, rocking back and forth in a rhythm that we had once been so accustomed to.

I had never experienced such passion in sex before George. Before this moment specifically. He knew me and my body so well it was almost electric the way we moved together. He kissed me gently as his thrusts grew more erratic, signaling he was close.

His hand reached between us, his killed fingers finding my most sensitive area and working his magic, helping me find my way to my release nearing the same time as him.

“George.” I whispered into his neck, holding onto his back with my hands.

“Come on darling,” he said, lips attaching to the sensitive skin under my ear.

I felt my release wash over me, a white hot burning pleasure that coursed through my body.

George pulled out, his hand quickly giving himself the last few pumps to send him spilling over the edge.

We laid there together, sweaty, and out of breath. George stood up to grab a wet washcloth, running it over my stomach to clean me after the nights events.

“Shower?” He propositioned. I looked over at the clock, seeing it read 12:45. I didn’t realize how long we had been here.

“Might as well, are you okay if I spend the night?” I asked him.

He laughed, pulling me closer to him in a hug. “I would honestly be offended if you didn’t.” I laughed with him, cupping his jaw as I kissed him again.

[shotanzz]

Who do you think would be the mtl jealous bf in riize?

OMGG ive been waiting for an ask like this 😭

MTL JEALOUS BF IN RIIZE based on astrology ~

(reminder that this for fun and astrology is something I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew them myself !!)

Most

Sungchan - Tbsh his jealousy would be pretty overboard and extremely obvious like a blaring red signal. He would NOT play about you. His cancer moon makes him pretty sensitive and obvious with his emotions so if he felt jealous he'd get in his feelings or even sulk/ruminate as well as he'd take it pretty personal and have a hard time letting go. His leo venus makes him pretty dramatic 😭. This venus paired with his moon might make him cause a scene or "act out" . His venus+moon leads to him wanting your care and attention on him and him alone. His cap mars screams possessiveness and being restrictive, he'd get so possessive do not let him see you laugh at another guys jokes or be helpful to another guy he'd be FUMING .

Wonbin - I honestly wasn't going to rank Wonbin this high but then I remembered his taurus mars paired with venus square pluto and pluto conjunct lilith so...here we are LMFAOO. From my own personal observations taurus mars is way more possessive in comparison to taurus venus; those pluto/venus/lilith aspects paired with his mars can make his jealousy take a snowball effect leading to an emotional avalanche. Plus a power imbalance fueling the jealousy even more and leading to him being restrictive. However, I ranked him below Sungchan because Sungchan would be VERY petty and loud about his jealousy while Wonbin would most likely silently seethe (due to his pisces sun, aquarius mercury) until he ultimately can't handle holding back, but until then his jealousy would still be DEEP.

Shotaro - His scorpio moon+capricorn venus makes him take the relationship pretty seriously. He craves stability and honesty and once he feels like his jealousy is compromising the security and trust in the relationship he must act ! He won't be too quick to jump into conclusions because of his libra mars, he'd probably think things through before asking/acting on his jealousy..and he might front and pretend he's only a tiny bit jealous/concerned when really it's weighing heavy on his heart in the beginning. When he is jealous he'd be more quiet and less jovial than he usually is. He'd be pretty straight up and might even just ask/tell you about how he's feeling. When things are clarified things will be cool again and he'll go back to being your sweet taro and hopefully stop staring daggers into the random guy talking to you while smiling.

Anton - Very unserious, would text "what position he got you in" and move on with his day. KIDDDING kind of 😭 He'd have short phases of possessiveness due to his taurus venus. His moon square saturn and venus square neptune can lead to slight paranoia and being unable to naturally express his insecurities which could be the source of the jealousy. Despite these things he wouldn't express his jealousy in toxic or overboard ways, he'd probably express his jealousy through jokes or non seriousness hoping you would pick up on it (you probably would with that mercury aries, straight to the point) If he ever did tell you straight up he wouldn't be too harsh he'd just want to be honest and being reassured will patch everything right up.

Sohee - I ranked Sohee this low because honestly when reading his chart I feel like his jealousy would, similarly to Anton's, be quick to come and go. He'd be quick to say something or show that he's uncomfortable. He wouldn't sit you down to have a serious convo about it, but it would have to just passively come out in conversation . As soon as he felt reassured then he'd be fine once again. Now if it was an ongoing issue of scenarios that led to him being jealous then he'd have a more serious even messy approach (his mars square pluto) his temper would awaken. But outside of that he trusts you, even if he doesn't trust and is suspicious of the guys around you he trusts YOUUU at the very end.

Seunghan - Oh the lovely boyfriend that just wants to keep the peace. He wouldn't want you to hound him out of jealousy so he ofc wouldn't do that to you either. If he was jealous he'd be more emotional rather than being petty+aggressive. His mercury is exalted in virgo so he'd definitely want to talk about it or at least let you know how he feels. Outside of that I think he'd want to avoid such a thing in the first place. He'd trust you as best as he can and wouldn't want there to be an imbalance in the relationship to where one of you are restricting the other due to deep seated jealousy (thanks to his libra sun+venus and sag moon). He quite literally just wants you two to be happy and knows that genuine jealousy can poison such a good thing.

Eunseok - I'm sorry fellow briize but this man is quite literally the least of your concern. His aries venus wouldn't want to make things too serious and ominous with jealousy (plus because he values his freedom so in his mind you must value yours too right ?) His sag mars paired with it means he doesn't want to dwell with thoughts of you possibly giving your attention to other guys. He basically has a nonchalant "she knows where home is" mentality lowkey. Plus if he ever did feel jealous he'd probably not say anything because his cap moon+pisces mercury would barely let him properly express it (with words at least). Also weirdly enough he'd be more jealous if you weren't in a relationship compared to if you guys were; once you two are officially together he wouldn't be as jealous anymore .

Least

[therealcocoshady]

Request

Little Lilly hearing reader or Marshall say a swear word and her repeating it at random times .

Time Out

Author’s Note : Thank you for your request ❤️. I had a fun time writing this and I hope you like it ✨. Please keep these fluffy and cute requests coming because they heal my soul ✨. (Other requests are also welcome)

2020

- Fuck.

It was almost inaudible at first, and he wasn’t sure he had heard that quite right. A tiny, childish voice using a big swear word. Definitely odd. Marshall turned his head, only to see that Lily had spilled juice all over the leather couch. She was pursing her lips, obviously frustrated. His three year-old was always annoyed when things weren’t proper. She hated having paint all over her finger, loathed having dirt on her dress after playing in the garden and, whenever she spilled something, it was as if she had witnessed the eruption of WWIII. Her being upset that she had spilled juice wasn’t surprising, but her using such a colorful language definitely was. It was the first time he heard her swearing and it almost broke his heart. It was probably a bit dramatic on his part, but it was further proof that his baby was growing up. She had just turned three and her language had gotten so much better in the past few months. However, he didn’t expect it to include swearing words. She was only three years old ! If memories served, his eldest daughters were a bit older the first time they swore.

- it’s fine, baby, he said. It’s just a little juice. We’ll clean it up. But you don’t get to use that word, ok ?

- What word ? She asked innocently.

- The one you just used. Ok, Lily ? No using that.

- Ok, Daddy.

There it was. Better. Lily was an extremely polite little girl and he prayed that she would stay that way. He decided not to make a big deal out of it. After all, he wasn’t even sure that she understood what she was saying. It probably wasn’t on purpose. Although, he wasn’t quite sure where she’d heard that word. Ever since he became a Dad for the first time, almost three decades ago, he had always been careful to mind his language around children - especially his own. One might argue that his making a living relied on the use of swear words - which wasn’t technically wrong - but there was no way in hell he would allow his kids to use them freely at home.

After tucking Lily in bed that night, he brought it up to you.

- So… Lily’s swearing now, he said with a frown.

- Swearing ? You asked. What did she say ?

- Fuck, he explained. I don’t even know where she heard that one.

- That might be me, you confessed. We went to the Starbucks drive-thru the other day and I spilled coffee all over my blouse. I might have let it out…

- Fuck, babe ! He scolded.

- You just said it ! You defended yourself.

- But she’s not around, he groaned. She’s three ! She has no business hearing that kind of word, let alone repeating it…

- I know, you said apologetically. Look… she’ll probably forget about it.

- I guess, he shrugged. I hope so. She’s only three. Even Stevie waited until she was five to use swear words.

- You must have had fun conversations when they found out you make a living by using swear words, you giggled.

- You don’t know the half of it, he chuckled. I mean, the kids always understood that it’s just me making songs. Mostly because we never used those words at home. And I would very much like it to be the same for Lily.

- She said it only once, you pointed out. Of course we’re not raising a rude little girl. She’s always so polite. I’m sure it won’t happen again.

Only it did happen again. A couple of days later, she let it out while you were sitting at the dining room and she accidentally dropped her cutlery on the floor. Both Marshall and you looked at each other.

- Fuck ! Lily said in an annoyed voice.

- Lily ! You scolded.

- Baby, remember what I said ? Marshall said sternly. No using that word. It’s a swear word and we don’t use that, understood ?

- But Mommy-

- I shouldn’t have used that word, you said. It’s a bad one.

- And if I catch you using it again, you’ll get grounded, Marshall warned.

You gave him a funny look. Out of the two of you, Marshall had always been a more lenient parent to Lily. He told you in the past that, when he was raising Alaina, Hailie and Stevie, he was more of a disciplinarian than Kim but, if you were being honest, you had trouble imagining him like this. Maybe it was because he adopted Lily when she was two, or because you had never had trouble scolding her yourself, but he was always so soft with her and, in fact, he had never raised his voice to her. He was very much the « cool » parent, to her. That being said, you could tell he was adamant on her respecting that rule - as he should because you were very much in agreement.

A couple of weeks went by and you didn’t catch your little girl swearing again, much to your relief. On a Saturday afternoon, you went for some shopping and Marshall had to pop by the studio to work on a beat he produced for some artists signed to the label and he took Lily with him. She was used to being in the studio and always had fun. She had her little habits, some toys and usually played peacefully while Marshall was able to work. She was on the couch, drawing when she saw that her marker had left some stains on her fingers.

- Fuuuuck, she whined.

Marshall immediately looked in her direction and sighed. He already hated what was about to happen but it had to.

- Lily, come here ! he said sternly.

- What Daddy? She asked in an annoyed voice.

- Quit the attitude, he sighed. Come here.

« She’s three » he thought. « she can’t start acting like an edgy teen when she hasn’t even started preschool yet ! ». He had her sit on the chair next to his and look her in the eyes.

- What did you say ? He asked.

- I said what, she repeated.

- Before that, he asked. What’s that word you used ?

- Fuck, she mumbled.

- That’s right, he said sternly. And what did I say about using that word ?

- That… I… shouldn’t, she said as she avoided his gaze.

- Right, he said. So now, you’re taking a time out.

- But Da-

- No buts, he scolded sternly. If you can’t draw without swearing, you don’t get to draw at all. And look at me when I talk to you, Lily.

She looked at him with tears welling in her eyes. It was the first time he scolded her like this, using his « big voice ». Her look immediately made him feel guilty and all he wanted was to hug her and apologize. It took everything in him not to, and he had her sit in the chair in silence for three minutes while he kept on working. She was looking down, her lip quivering. After a couple of minutes he looked at her. She had one minute left but he gave up. Toddlers don’t have a great time notion anyway and he was a ready feeling guilty for scolding her.

- Ok, bug, time out’s over, he said.

- Ok Daddy, she said in a sad voice that immediately guilt-trip him.

- You don’t like time outs, do you ? He asked with a raised eyebrow.

- No, she said.

- And I don’t like scolding you either, he explained. But I’m your Dad, and it’s my job to put you on time out when you do or say bad things. And if you use that word or any other swear word, you’re taking a time out. Ok ?

- Ok, she said in an almost inaudible voice.

- Now, I understand that sometimes, you’re frustrated, but we don’t use words like that, he said in a softer voice. You can groan, you can sigh, you can use normal words, but not this. Now, I want you to apologize.

- I’m sorry, Daddy, she said as tears welled up in her eyes again.

Guilt got the best of him and he pulled her in for a hug. Scolding her broke his heart and he was thankful that you were the one who did most of it because he wasn’t able to handle seeing sadness in the eyes of his princess. How he had managed to handle scolding the older ones over and over when they were growing up (mostly because his ex didn’t), he wasn’t sure. Had he always been so soft ?

- Don’t cry, baby, he said. It’s fine. You’re forgiven.

- But I don’t like it when you’re mean, she whined.

- I’m not mean, he chuckled. I still love you very much. Just because I scold you doesn’t mean I don’t, you know ?

- Ok, she sniffled.

- You want to go back to drawing ? He asked as he put her down.

- Will you draw with me ? She asked.

- I can take a little break, he said.

They went to the couch and started drawing together. They heard Royce and Denaun come inside the studio.

- So I told her to fuck off, you know ? Denaun said.

- Shit man, that bitch is a fucking- oh hey guys ! Royce said as he saw them.

- Time out, Lily said in a stern look.

Marshall immediately covered his mouth so that she wouldn’t see the smile he failed to contain.

- First of all, you say hello properly to Ryan and Denaun, he said. Also, you don’t get to put people on time out, Lily. I do.

- Hi, Uncle Ryan, Hi Uncle Nauny, she said as she went to hug them.

- What’s that time out thing ? Denaun asked as he picked up Lily to carry her.

- We’re learning not to use colorful language, Marshall chuckled.

- Oh, Royce said. Yeah, we shouldn’t have said that, Lily, you’re right. Sorry.

- Do they get time out, Daddy ? She asked as she looked at Marshall.

- Hell no, Denaun said. We’re grown ups, we don’t get time out.

- But you said the words, Lily argued.

- Yeah guys, time out, Marshall said with a grin.

- Seriously, man ? Royce asked.

- Yeah. Time out, Marshall said. Rules are the same for everybody.

He went to the kitchen area with the guys while Lily kept on drawing. They failed to contain their laughter. Ever since Marshall had adopted Lily, they enjoyed teasing him on his « Dad » demeanor, and how he was on a different mode when she was around.

- She’s got some attitude, Royce said.

- Probably got that from her Mom, Marshall chuckled.

- Wait until I tell Y/N you said that, Denaun grinned.

- Don’t, Marshall said. Otherwise I’m getting a time out.

[amimuu]

A KISSING BOOTH?!? [1K celebration post!)

Chime and Eira Bell and Bing-Lamb are now open for kisses, cuddles and hugs for all creatures, big and small! (Though Bing-Lamb does have a preference for three eyed cats. Maybe Bell does too but they’ll never admit it)

You can also challenge Bell to a game of cards, who knows maybe if you win you’ll get a reward! (winning is picked at random)

I usually don’t participate in this sort of stuff but this one was too good not to have my piece of cake too!!!

To participate, simply ✨reblog✨ this post with your character, and what you’d like this sillies to do!

Heads up, Bell is a big party pooper so it’s extremely likely they’ll reject most requests. However, they do have a type. And the requests they accept will heavily depend on that. Yes, biased Bell. What’s the type tho. Who knows! They won’t tell me!

Now—

KEEP. IT. SFW. PLEASE

ANY EXPLICIT REQUESTS WILL BE IGNORED AND THE USER WHO SENT IT BLOCKED. Understood? Understood.

The post will be open for a couple days and once the event is over I’ll make an update stating so. That said, have fun! Cuz I sure did heeheehoo.

Let’s hope this don’t flop

[mockerycrow]

I DON’T WANT THIS NIGHT TO END (Roommate!Gaz x GN!Reader)

roommate!gaz masterlist

summary; Kyle would do anything to relive these moments with you. 881 words.

authors note; this is EXTREMELY rusty writing in my opinion, but roommate!gaz deserves another chapter before i have to leave. i hope you guys enjoy anyway and let me know how this is. also, the car is not the convertible gaz owns!! i just needed a pic lmfao

[WARNINGS; fluff, pining, gaz is a half oblivious idiot, and a half “i don’t want to face my feelings like a man”.]

KYLE ADORES HIS convertible, but he certainly loves how you look in his convertible more. You’ve both fallen into an accidental routine of taking late night drives almost every night you’re together whilst he’s on leave. Sometimes, all you get as a warning that he’s home is when he sends you a text—sometimes you want to ask him if he even considers spending his leave anywhere else, but you’re not sure if you want to direct his attention away from you.

He knows his eyes should be glued to the road. Kyle knows the rules of the road intimately, especially due to his job and what he has to do—stuff you would consider reckless behavior. But may whoever is above forgive him for his eyes wandering because the big ol’ grin on your face with the wind rustling your clothes and brushing against your face is a picture he would pay money to be framed.

Kyle keeps glancing between you and the dark road ahead, knowing how dangerous it is to look off the road, but holy shit.

“I love this song.” You murmur, reaching forward to turn his stereo up louder. You tighten the seat belt and raise your arms up, feeling the wind thread between your fingers and feel it beat against your face. The feeling reminds you of where you are—with your best friend in his convertible, riding down some random dirt road. “Do you even know where we are?” You muse, glancing over at Kyle. However, you’re not worried. You never are. You don’t doubt your safety with him for a second.

Kyle hums and glances around; honestly, he doesn’t. It’s a shitty dirt road with trees. The road probably has pebbles and sizable rocks, judging by how the car jerks around a bit, but the price of a tire replacement is the least of Kyle’s worries. “No,” Kyle shouts over the music, glancing between the road ahead and you. “But we’re safe, yeah?”

You glance around, your eyes darting around the darkness. You’re sure if you were alone or with anybody else but Kyle, you wouldn’t be agreeing, but you find yourself nodding. “Yeah.” You echo him with a smile, mumbling the lyrics to the song on the stereo. Your arms lower, one of them hanging out the side of your car door, the other resting comfortably against your own body with your fingers tapping your knee to the beat.

“I do wonder how we will get home, though?” You question, your voice just loud enough over the music. Kyle can hear the amusement in your tone. He huffs as his eyes struggle to stay on the dirt road ahead of you two, his fingers tightening on his steering wheel. “GPS, sweets.” Kyle shouts with a snort. “Is this a marked road, though?” You respond—which makes Kyle go quiet for a moment because goddamn it, why do you have to be so smart?

Can’t you see he doesn’t want this to end?

“True,” Kyle eventually utters out loud, nearly drowned out by the low rumbling of the music. There’s a forming ball in the base of his throat, an anxious feeling that remains stuck. He can’t help but let his eyes drift from the dirt road and trees to you—and God, every glance is like the first time. You’re grinning like an idiot and you’re having so much fun doing something relatively mundane with him. And you’ll never know how much that means to him.

Kyle’s fingers twitch with want—but he looks back to the road and sighs, taking a quick glance at the clock on his dash. It’s late, he knows he should slow down and find a way home. It’s getting a bit cold, and he can feel the tiredness seeping into himself. He can tell you’re beginning to feel it, too.

The ball in Kyle’s throat lodges itself in his chest instead, right near where his heart remains. He isn’t too sure what to make of it. How can he even consider driving home when you’re glowing in the faint light of the dash, of the moon? He is never sure when he’ll get another moment like this with you.

Kyle’s eyes flicker to his gas tank meter; he has a pretty good amount left. Without thinking, he utters—“Let’s stay up all night.”

His eyes glance to you, and you’re looking back at him with a soft, closed lip smile, contemplating his suggestion. You eventually murmur, “It’s 3:35, Kyle. Are you sure? You’ve been quite tired since you’ve come home.”

His chest tightens—home?—“I’m sure.” He responds with a firm tone, shrugging as he glances back to the road ahead of him. Kyle forces himself to relax, one hand on the wheel and his other arm hangs out the side of the car, mirroring you in a way. “Why not? We have the whole night and a full tank, hm sweets?” You can’t help the laugh, turning down the music a bit.

“I get to choose the music.” You negotiate, reaching for his phone, but Kyle’s already handing it to you without looking. “Always.” He responds in a soft manner, your fingertips brushing against each other. Kyle glances at the dash clock again; 3:37.

Please don’t let this night end.

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[toothloveslego]

hi! can i request general domestic hcs of UT, UF and US bros with s/o? have a nice week! ^.^

Coming right up :)

Sorry i took actual eons due to a variety if factors my writting has generally fallen on the back burner :(

I hope you like it

Sans

- Lots of napping together

- Tells you random fun facts about science and such

- Will nerdy ramble about science to you

- Fixes anything that breaks so you dont have to worry about it

- Loves to spoon

- Hes loves being the little spoon

- Either way hes happy

- Hes is a great listener no matter the issue sans is willing to listen and give some great advice

- If your just standing there he will put his whole weight on you

- Hugs from behind (unless it makes you uncomfortable)

- Hes a nuzzler he loves nuzzling against your neck

Papyrus

- cooks for you alot if your sad, happy or anything really he will cook for you

- Will info dump to you about random topics usually about cars or the royal guard

- Will macitence your car or bike for you

- He will and does treat you like royalty

- He checks in on your selfcare often just to make sure your taking care of yourself

- He loves being big spoon makes him feel like hes protecting you

- However he generally prefers to cuddle facing you so he can see your face

- Brags about you to everyone

- Love to drag you outside to workout (sorry)

- His favourite place to go on dates is the aquarium

Red

- he will boost your confidence any chance he gets he may not look it but he loves praising his date-mate this can be something as simple as a “hey sexy” or a flurry of compliments

- He loves to grumble both at and to you, when he gets mad he apologizes awkwardly with flowers cause most the time its his anger more then anything

- Anyone who hurts you magically disappears

- Loves to kiss you to see you embarrassed in public he finds it funny

- If you attack back hes gets EXTREMELY FLUSTERED and CANNOT handle it

- He loves big spooning but he typically prefers being able to see your face when holding you

- Will tease you and is an asshole about it

- Despite all his talk hes actually more a of a cuddler and preffers it as a form of affection

Edge

- loves to carry you it makes him feel strong

- Big spoon all the way, he wants to curl around you and hold you make sure your all protected

- He will be cooking for you balanced meals all the time no choice about it

- Forces you to self care agressively he loves you too much to let you not self care

- Quick kisses between tasks when hes cooking ect

- Guard dog energy

- Dare look at something at the shop and hes bought it for you

- Smother mother for self care

[yanderes-galore]

Trygon (Teen Titans show or comics) with a citizen human Darling romantic concept?

I watched some lore videos so I hope this comes out right ^^;

Yandere! Trigon with Human Citizen! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Possessive behavior, Stalking, Occult themes, Implied pacts, Kidnapping, Dehumanization, Mature themes, Forced "relationship" (You're a pet).

Well, I feel you being a human isn't too strange considering his lore.

Trigon's original lore had him visiting women from other species all over the place to spread his offspring.

So... Him viewing you as a means to and end at first isn't too out of the ordinary.

Trigon is evil incarnate (I think—), he's extremely strong and capable of illusions/deception.

In fact, iirc Trigon showed himself to Raven's mother as a handsome angel.

It would not surprise me if Trigon disguised himself to get closer to some mortal he ended up invested in.

I know you're a civilian, however I don't think normal people come across Trigon and live.

Despite being a civilian, I imagine you'd have to be dragged into a cult or something.

Maybe as a sacrifice while they try to summon something evil.

Only for you to end up meeting Trigon in a disguise.

That or maybe, despite being a normal person, you're connected to Raven or the Teen Titans somehow.

Point is, I imagine despite not being a hero you'd need to have something Trigon's interested in.

Be that a connection to Raven or a hidden power of your own he plans to weaponize....

Regardless I think there needs to be something special.

Yet for now, let me just cover typical behavior.

Trigon is ruthless, cold and manipulative.

He wields incomprehensible powers and honestly... No one can get rid of him for long.

He can't seem to die.

The average person would be completely unable to get away from him if he found you interesting enough to keep.

You see, Trigon is not someone who cares for people.

He's selfish, even using his offspring to his advantage.

The "partners" he does have are often random mortals or given to him as offerings.

He's quick to cast them aside, especially if he wants them for strong offspring.

Honestly... Maybe that's a better fight.

At least then you can try to cut ties or live mostly normal.

Yet what if Trigon... doesn't cast you aside.

Despite being an overall normal person... deep down you have certain charm or power Trigon craves.

Your normal life cages your true potential....

No wonder you were offered as a sacrifice... or maybe even were drawn to Raven.

Your first meeting with Trigon was in a disguise.

He chooses a form you'd find attractive, using his demonic charm to grab your attention.

It's something he's done in the past to gain the attention of a mortal.

Mortals so easily fall for pretty things... Even when they harbor potential evil.

Maybe you play hard to get, you don't trust him and his attempts to seduce you.

Well, no matter, Trigon is probably intrigued by your challenge.

Most of the mortals he's charmed go along with it... or show fear...

You, on the other hand, are defiant.

Such defiance is a fun game for Trigon, as it would be for most demonic entities.

Trigon is obviously not a loving yandere.

He's a demonic entity who's selfish with his desires.

You could be the sweetest creature ever... and Trigon would want to exploit you like sugar.

Or you could be defiant towards him... and he'll just enjoy breaking you.

There's no winning with him.

He'll at first try deception because mortals respond better to it.

After all, you'd trust a handsome face more than a demon lord.

However, I doubt Trigon is very patient.

If you ignored him enough or didn't trust him... Trigon may just come to you in full demonic form.

He's a being capable of changing sizes, yet he always keeps himself bigger than you.

He likes control, intimidating you with his power or size is one way he gets that.

You being a mostly normal person is problematic because even if you had some sort of power... You don't know how to use it against him.

Trigon is open about his plans for you.

He wants you as a new plaything, a mortal to keep him entertained as he plans to rule yet another world.

He's power hungry... It makes sense why he'd want to enforce such power over you.

It's not like you can escape or get any privacy.

Trigon doesn't believe a pet like you should have such a thing.

Freedom... How pathetic... Your existence should benefit him.

Plus, if you have a hidden power he can tap into, he'll be using that too.

You're meant to be used for him.

Despite that... The demonic entity does find some pleasure in having your attention.

There's times he matches a more manageable height that's closer to yours, just so he can toy with you in more intimate ways.

Other times he'll choose his much larger form to hold you in the palm of his hand, just to see how weak you look.

The power dynamic between you is definitely more akin to an entity being worshipped by a follower.

To you, he's like a god.

A god who loves to impose his will on you.

A being of his power has no problem keeping what's his.

Must I even bring up kidnapping and murder like I do other yanderes?

It's quite obvious that he'd do both of those without much thought.

Murder? Hard to tell if he even registers it since he uses his powers all the time.

Kidnapping? It's more like claiming what's his.

You're the only mortal that has given him a show.

You entertain him.

All the others? Annoying and in his way.

You, however, submit with a bit of personality.

He may not be a being capable of traditional love... But he's a creature who can experience desire.

You certainly spark such a thing.

It would not surprise me if Trigon eventually dragged his obsession to Hell.

If he keeps you where you are, he'll have to deal with people like the Titans or the Justice League breathing down his neck each time he wishes to indulge.

No, if he just takes you with him, no one will care enough to rescue you, right?

Just a poor civilian taken by a Hell Lord.

Maybe he'll have to deal with heroes later... Yet you'll be long broken by then.

Here, in Hell, you'll finally be all his to indulge in.

You can keep up that snarky defiant personality... but it only makes you more entertaining to him...

Even if you die he may just trap you here, his to toy with forevermore.

[greeniegirl23]

Random Alastor Blurb Because I Love This Weird Radio Man :3

(Welcome to this blurb! These will be random rant posts I make about Alastor whenever the ideas come to me. Love him and there are things, thoughts, and ideas I have about him that I would love to share!

I may do this again, but I'm not sure. If I get more ideas I probably will.)

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• I feel like we don't talk about Alastor singing enough. Like, homie is really old fashioned. I feel like if he was really in love or wanted to get you off the market he is going to serenade the shit outta you.

• I'm talking about throwing rocks at the window playing a romantic instrument like a teenager in a cheesey romcom. Very "Kiki, do you love me?" type energy. You can't help but at least hear him out.

• Once y'all are finally together? Holy crap, he's constantly letting off some type of musical melody. Whether it's humming you to sleep while you cuddle, talking in a sing-song like voice, playing music as you two do something fun or enjoyable, or even just outright singing to you while you dance to the sound of his voice. Music is going to be the BIGGEST part of your life if it wasn't already.

• Adjusting to him sounding like he's straight out of a black and white movie is something I don't think is mentioned much either. Yes we all love his voice, but can we talk about how much fun adjusting to his voice, mannerisms, and slang would be?

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"Darling, are these your cheaters?" Alastor asked from the restroom.

"Cheaters?" You asked, peaking into the bathroom only to see him holding your spare pair of specticals. "Alastor, those are glasses.."

"Yes, I know! That's what I was asking."

"...."

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• Also listening to him speak in a Southern Drawl is something that will actually startle you for how rare it is. I suspect it would be when he first wakes up, is extremely angry yet trying to stay calm, is really comfortable, or just trying to be sexy.

• He's totally a sucker for thicker and curvy women. He's a real man, a few extra pounds doesn't bother him. With his cooking he'd probably be the reason we'd put on extra weight. Always, and I do mean always makes sure you're fed. Has a 6th sense for when you're hangry.

• Won't impose on your sense of style, however he won't let you leave the house in just anything either. If you look like shit or if something isn't fitting you properly, he will let you know and help you fix it. However, over time, you will see that you find yourself liking some fashion statements from his time.

• Cozy Alastor will definitely be lazy bones in private. I hope you have nothing else to do that night because once you're in the room, you're not allowed to leave. Cat rules with this one, once he's on you, you aren't allowed to move.

• Very clingy, would live in your skin if it meant he could be this relaxed all the time. We know he's a hugger, expect him to have a tight grip on you during cuddling. When I said you're going nowhere, I meant it.

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"Alastor.." You groaned. "Alastor it's been four hours, I need to pee."

He huffed, nuzzling closer into your chest. "Five mo' minutes.."

"That's what you said two hours ago, I feel like my blatter is gonna explode!" You whisper-yelled.

Aggressively and irritatingly, Alastor released you from his vice-like grip before flopping dramatically to the other side of the king sized bed. "Fine, leave me on my lonesome. Your rebuffing of my affections will not be forgotten..." He pouted as you sat up, feeling the blood return to your bones after hours of feeling like tv static from the numbness.

"You are such a drama queen.." You chuckled, only to be cut off by a pillow hitting you in the face.

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• Tries his best to give you old school remedies over modern day solutions. Being ancient himself, Alastor is very stuck in his ways when it comes to certain things. Since his mother was an ethic woman, he was used to doing things with work and elbow grease as opposed to convenience and slothful efforts.

• Upset stomach? Girl you better drink this ginger tea. Toothpaste not making your teeth white enough for you? Here, use these ground cloves for the next month and see the difference. Congested? Inhale the steam from this boiling pot of water with various herbs and a towel over your head. It'll clear right up!

• The master of making you question his ways, but never question if he genuinely loves you. Despite the things he may say or do that come across as brash, rude, or insensitive, Alastor never allows you to feel as if he doesn't love you or that he would choose anyone else over you.

• At first, you thought he was an asshole and you were partially right, but you learned that he had an unspoken language all of his own. Like when he places his hand around your waist to move you out of the way of himself or others. When he places his hand over yours whenever you're worrying about something and your about to start stimming in a negative way (I.e biting your nails to the meat, picking your face, chewing your hair.) . The way he rests his chin on your head as you sway like branches in the silence. That genuine smile he gives you when he sees you for the first time during the day.

• You love him and he loves you, he may not say it often or even ever, but you know and that's plenty enough for you. :3

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Thank you for reading, I hope you come back again for the next post I make. :D

[tanoraqui]

obviously the Historical Figure Episode(TM) of Doctor Who that I’d write would of the Noted Author subset endemic to the RTD Era; it’d be called “Spiders in the Trenches” and be set in the middle of World War One ft. one Lt. John Tolkien.

idk if the main aliens are spiders or if they're just using giant robotic spiders as soldier-minions. Either way, Tolkien is a little too defensive when he says he's not afraid of spiders.

The alien invaders want some sort of shiny mcguffin, maybe as a power source for their ship? Or for a mega-weapon? We do not want them to get it, at any rate. Race to find the Shiny Power Jewel-Thing which has been lost somewhere in this like 20-mile radius of the Western Front.

When our heroes narrowly beat the spiders to the SPJT, Tolkien realizes that the spiders only ever attack at night because light hurts them somehow, so he holds the SPJT up as it flares and shouts, "Get back, foul creatures! Back into the shadows from whence you came!"

(They're from the dark side of a tidally locked planet, and made for extremely low-light conditions? The SPJT flares because it's controlled telepathically and it connected to Tolkien's mind when he touched it?)

Ideally Tolkien's first encounter with the Doctor is that he wakes up in the trench one day (after losing some men to a mysterious monster in the darkness a couple nights ago?), and there's 2 random strangers in weird clothes idly singing and playing an instrument which they stole from someone a couple bedrolls down. (This works well with Fifteen & Ruby's established inclination to music!)

We do need an Eowyn Moment, because that's iconic, but I'd split it: for dialogue, at one point the head boss evil alien boasts, "No human can defeat the Tenebrarachnid Empire!" and the Doctor replies, "Good thing they've got me, then."...

[I don't know if this is a Fifteen line yet. I know it's a very Eleven line]

...and there's a soldier in Tolkien's unit who is revealed to be secretly a woman! Who disguised herself as a man in order to enlist for ??? reasons, and who dramatically pulls off her hat to reveal her long hair.

The third notable local character is the sort who inspired Sam Gamgee, "...the English soldier, [like] the privates and batmen I knew in the 1914 war, and recognized as so far superior to myself.”

^those two can have a romantic subplot if it fits (comrades-in-arms is also extremely good). Tolkien, however, at some point shows Ruby the picture of his wife Edith which he carries at all times, she of the black hair and bright grey eyes, and is obviously ready to monologue about how wonderful she is.

In the same scene(?), Tolkien looks up at the stars and says their brightness shining afar, clear of all the horrors on the ground, is always a source of hope and strength to him.

Maybe also in the same scene? Tolkien is shown to make up stories for fun, or to read them in his little spare time - fairy tales and mythological epics. Maybe he tells them to the men around the fire, maybe he keeps a little notebook, maybe he just admits to daydreaming... When asked why, he paraphrases his quote from later life, " Fantasy is escapist, and that is its glory. If a soldier is imprisoned by the enemy, don't we consider it his duty to escape?"

At some point (Star-watching scene? when the Doctor inevitably has to explain that aliens exist? when they're all saying goodbye in the end?) there's a line drawing attention to the Doctor's parallels with Eärendil - eternally wandering figure of hope, sailing the stars in a ship with a light on top, not quite mortal...

Tolkien DEFINITELY tries to figure out the alien language, in writing or speech.

Something the aliens are doing is making people sick. Maybe the attacking robo-spiders are venomous, maybe there's a toxic byproduct of the alien ship, maybe it's a deliberate first assault of the planned invasion... By the end of the episode, Tolkien is very ill. The Doctor has figured out an antidote and given it, but Tolkien says goodbye to him and Ruby only to stumble to a medical outpost - from where, the Doctor explains to Ruby, he'll be sent home with this bad case of what's assumed to be trench fever. Between the fever and the brief psychic entanglement, and unentanglement, with the SPJT, he won't even remember most of this, and what he does remember, he'll put down to fever dreams amidst the horrors of war.

But he'll remember some things! He'll remember an eternal wanderer of the stars, unaging and undying and ever-hopeful, heralded by light (and a vworrrp vrorrrp noise).