#overwhelmed!little!reader

[pahtoosh]

too much

[image ID: a gif of Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan sitting next to each other and cocking their heads to the side. made by tumblr user weird-mumbling. /.end ID]

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18+

wc: ~6700 words (my longest one yet!)

warnings: slight angst. baby is overstimulated and has a meltdown. steve calls you sweetheart. bucky calls you babydoll. written on my phone.

a/n: i honestly had a really bad night. i was so overwhelmed and tired. it was five am and i couldn’t sleep bc it was so hot, so i started writing this. it was incredibly therapeutic for me and i hope it helps some of you too🤍

pairing: daddy!stucky x gn!little!reader (Dada = Steve, Baba = Bucky, Daddies = both Steve and Bucky)

summary: you’ve been holding in your stress for far too long. tonight’s party pushes you past your tipping point.

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Tony was throwing a party to celebrate the team’s latest successful mission. Being the man that he is, he didn’t exactly need an excuse to throw a party, but he’d been on an “extravaganza cleanse” as he liked to call it. His last bash was nearly three months ago, so he’d surely be going all-out with this latest one. A couple weeks ago, the idea of a party excited you.

But these last few days have been terrible.

You kept running into problems left and right. Some of them weren’t a big deal on their own, but all together and combined with the stress of a party and the possibility of having to meet new people—maybe lots of new people—you’d had enough.

It was the day of the party. You’d been a little quiet all morning and afternoon, trying to conserve your energy. Steve and Bucky asked you if there was anything you needed to talk about, but you couldn’t find the words so you just shook your head.

They shared a worried look out of your glance while you continued forcefully stabbing fruits onto your fork from your afternoon snack.

It was now an hour before the party and your daddies decided to tidy up the place before leaving so your little family could come back to a clean home. Normally, you’d be alongside them cleaning too but they let you stay in your room because you were having a rough day.

The noises from cleaning brought you to your breaking point. As your mind raced, the sounds of the vacuum cleaner and Steve’s record player taunted you. It was as if you were being pulled in all directions with no end in sight.

A more focused baby might have put on their noise canceling headphones, but you were too overwhelmed to do anything more than lie in bed, eyes closed, with your palms pressed to your ears. You missed the sound of the vacuum cleaner turning off and your door opening. A gentle tap on your foot had you startled.

Eyes now wide open, you stared at Bucky with your hands still covering your ears. He took note of your distress and tried speaking as gently as possible.

“Hey, babydoll. Was the vacuum cleaner too loud for you?”

You nodded.

“Aw, Baba’s sorry about that. Dada and I are getting ready for the party now, do you wanna join us? Everyone’s so excited to see you.”

You were conflicted. On one hand, you really really didn’t want to even leave your bed right now. On the other, your daddies had been looking forward to this party and you didn’t want to disappoint them.

As you stared at Bucky, ears still covered and brow now furrowed, Steve walked in holding one of your new t-shirts on a hanger.

“I got someone’s new lucky dino shirt,” he said in a sing-song voice. He halted at the doorway, sensing the tension. The extra set of eyes on you and reminder that the party was happening now was the last straw.

You lost it. You burst into tears, flipping over and sobbing into your pillow. You pressed your hands even harder against your ears and kicked your feet on the bed.

“TOO MUCH! TOO MUCH TOO MUCH TOO MUCH!” you wailed.

You yelled until you couldn’t anymore. Your bed shook from the force of your movements.

Steve and Bucky watched, heartbroken as sobs racked your body. Steve set down the shirt and stood next to Bucky who was still sitting at the foot of the bed. They held each other’s hand, unsure of what to do at the moment. Normally, they’d be calming you down with a hug or a pat on the back but it seemed like touching you right now would only add to your overstimulation.

It was only minutes before your meltdown came to a stop, but it felt like you’d been screaming forever. Your cries died down, leaving you hiccuping into your pillow.

“Sweetheart?” Steve called out. “You don’t have to go to the party, it’s okay. We’ll all stay home tonight.”

You shook your head, still facing the pillow.

“No? You wanna go to the party?”

You shook your head again. “Daddies go. I stay.” Your words were muffled by the pillow but the punctual nature of your speech and your daddies’ super hearing allowed them to hear the message.

“Babydoll, we can’t leave you here alone,” Bucky started.

You kicked your legs again. “Go! Go go go!”

Bucky took a breath. He didn’t want to upset you anymore, but you were crossing boundaries. “Hey, that’s no way to talk to your Baba. You can’t stay home alone, you know this. Now, please be the big kid we know you are and tell us what’s wrong.”

You sniffled. Baba was right. You couldn’t stop or control the meltdown, but it was time to make things right now that you’d calmed down slightly. You flipped over slowly, hands now only partially covering your ears.

“S-sorry Baba. Sorry Dada,” you hiccuped. “I don’ wanna go. Is too much.” A tear rolled down your cheek and Steve instinctively wiped it away. You didn’t flinch: you were on the come down.

“We forgive you, baby. Now, we can’t let you stay home by yourself but how about a compromise? You can stay in your room and close the door. Baba and I will be in our room, quiet as a mouse,” Steve offered.

“You can take all the alone time you need. And if you need anything you can come to me and Dada or write us a note,” Bucky continued.

You gave the idea some thought. Some quiet alone time would’ve been helpful an hour or two ago. Now, you were tired and just wanted some love from your daddies. A little quiet together time sounded nicer than quiet alone time.

You shook your head. “Don’ wanna be alone nanymore. Can we watch cartoons? Just us and calm? And we cuddle?”

Your daddies cooed. “Of course, sweetheart. Do you wanna come here and give your daddies a hug?”

You nodded and got up to crawl to them. The three of you were squeezed onto your little bed, but you’d never been so comfortable. The pressure from your daddies’ strong arms and the group hug were very calming.

“May we kiss you, babydoll?”

“Yes. One at a time please.”

“Such a respectful baby we have,” Steve said, kissing your forehead.

Bucky agreed and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The three of you migrated to the living room and you picked Arthur as the show for tonight. Steve prepared a plate with some of your safe foods in case you wanted a little snack before dinner. Bucky sat on the couch next to you, leaving you some space but you snuggled into his side, wanting the weight of his arm and the slight chill of the vibranium to help ground you.

Steve walked to the living room from the kitchen and set the plate down on the coffee table in front of you. “Am I allowed to join this cuddle session?” he asked.

You made grabby hands toward him, directing him to your left side. Your Dada placed his arm on the back of the couch so he could be closer to his two favorite people. He let you play with his other hand, twiddling around with his fingers while you watched the show.

Today might’ve had a rough start, but you ended up right where you belong.

𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃

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[gojoest]

—reunion ;

how many times was it, you wonder.

that you opened the closet in your shared bedroom and found yourself staring at satoru’s clothes, and teared up because the last time you had them ironed, he was sitting on the bed behind you, throwing silly remarks at how you’re hotter than the steaming iron in your hand. you would roll your eyes and tell him that half of the time you were steaming hot was out of annoyance because he left the toilet seat up. and he would chuckle and say “my bad, love. won’t forget next time”.

that next time never came.

you would tear up every time upon seeing the toilet seat left down. so you got used to his habit and purposely kept it up at all times. because that way the bathroom had more semblance of when he was still around.

you would tear up simply glancing at his toothbrush placed in the holder because the bristles looked too hard and stiff since he didn’t get to use it in a long time. or the sunglasses he left on the nightstand that you couldn’t bring yourself to move and would carefully dust around so you didn’t change the way they were placed. because he left them there. he touched them last.

was it silly to think that as long as they stayed there, part of him would always be in that house? you didn’t know. but you clearly remember the day you had a breakdown in the middle of your kitchen because your friend threw the empty box of kikufuku mochi in the trash. it was the box he bought. the box he ate from. it was just an empty snack wrap, a trash. yet it felt like part of his presence was torn out of your life.

and this morning your alarm goes off. you open your eyes and sigh because you know how the routine goes— get up, see his sunglasses on the nightstand, tear up, wash your face, brush your teeth, see his toothbrush, tear up some more, smile at the toilet seat being up but then cry because it wasn’t him who left it that way but you, see his clothes when picking your outfit, cry, get dressed and go to work with puffy eyes.

but every once in a while, certain circumstances make it so you’re unable to stick to your daily routine. like oversleeping in the morning and then being forced to skip half of the steps in a rush so you don’t run late to work. or missing sunglasses on the nightstand, or the toilet seat left down, or a white-haired man, making pancakes in the kitchen (or an attempt at least).

“is this a dream or..”, you mumble with a shaky voice.

“if i burn the kitchen down— yes! it’s a bad bad dream”

tears build up in your eyes and you quickly rush to nuzzle into his chest, wrapping both arms around him and squeezing tightly.

“you.. you idiot”

“kept my word though— did you see the seat? left it down this time!”

“took you long..”

“my bad, love”, he chuckles resting his chin at the top of your head while squeezing you back into the hug, “but think i need a new toothbrush, this one hurts my gums”

he does need a new toothbrush. and this time you don’t mind throwing away the old one.

[starrylevi]

Levi who has an untitled album in his phone and it’s all pictures of you. Most are candids in which you’re caught off guard. He’s talented at taking pictures without you noticing. There’s a picture of you sleeping, another of you snuggled up against his chest, one of you belly laughing, and more. However, his favorites are the ones that are the most ordinary, the ones that you personally don’t think are all that special. In these pictures you’re doing the most mundane things like laundry, washing the dishes, watching television, engaging in your favorite hobby, etc. He thinks you look beautiful in all of them. He doesn’t believe there needs to be a reason for him to take these pictures. You simply existing is reason enough for him.

[fuckingstrange]

Don't make me beg

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Spencer sits in bed, reading through a book to pass the time. He hears the door open, lifting his head and adjusting his glasses as you walk in. He gives you a confused look, because he wasn't aware you were coming over - He though you were busy, heading off to a gathering.

“What's up?” Spencer asks in a whisper, only growing more confused, and a little concerned, when you don't answer. You simply walk over to him and slowly sit in his lap, giving him time to deny you from sitting, but he decides to let you sit, even wrapping his arms around you and setting the book he was previously reading down.

He pulls you close, gently kissing your forehead before you rest your head on his shoulder. His hand runs up and down your arm, showing you he definitely caught on to how upset you were. You look up to see him open his mouth to speak, and for a second you worry that he's gonna make you tell him what happened, but instead he simply whispers “I love you.”

[myjealouseyes]

Sirius when he realizes that his daughter can actually enjoy learning some of the posh pureblood stuff he was forced to do as a kid because she has a choice and feels comfortable and safe and it doesn’t weigh on her like it did him. She can just…be a kid and do things without worrying about consequences.

[fbfh]

just woke up from a baby dream and I'm a sobbing wreck :) anyway Logan Huntzberger doesn't expect much from his future besides monetary success, partying, and a lot lot lot of sex. he definitley doesn't expect to look up one day and realize he's sharing a home, a life with someone. not only that, but he's the one that instigated it. he told you in college he didn't like you being around other guys. he stopped caring about the girls that he would go between, because now he just seems to care about you. everything else falls to the sidelines. so he comes back to his big fancy house after an important business meeting on the golf course, and he sees you there. some old sitcom is marathoning on tv, and you're wrapped up in fluffy blankets, hair up and out of your face. you look so cozy, so comfortable. you keep adjusting the blankets, fussing with them as you hum softly. he walks closer, overcome with a feeling of love and swelling pride and... paternal instinct he's never felt. your son Henry, just a month or two old is bundled on your arms. you look up at Logan and smile so warmly he could cry just from the look on your face when you see him.

"hi," you breathe softly. Henry's settled down, so you don't want to rile him up too much, but he's not all the way asleep.

"hey ace," he breaths, sitting next to you. he wraps you in his arms and kisses you, meeting forgotten as you both admire you baby boy together. you rub his tummy gently, soothingly, and Logan smooths his hair. it's short and fuzzy, and a little prickly. it makes him laugh softly. Henry is wearing the white and blue onesie Honor got for him at the baby shower. he makes a mental note to take some pictures to send her of him wearing it. the soft fabric of his polo shirt and the smell of his cologne mixed with the distinct remnants of golf course air is so comforting. he watches you admire your son, trace the shape of his cute little nose, copy the faces he makes, babble little noises at him. he watches you smooth his hair and help him get comfortable in your arms, watches you place your finger in his hand so he can hold onto it with that surprisingly strong baby death grip. Henry wiggles around, getting comfortable in your arms, and you kiss his forehead again. once you're sure that he's settled, not too warm and not too cold, comfortable and lying safely, you can finally relax. you rest your head on Logan's shoulder, closing your eyes and finally letting yourself relax and rest a little. you take in a big deep breath of his masculine scent, somehow both spicy and refreshing, and sigh. you're content. you're more than content, he realizes. you're happy. Logan... made you happy. he found out what you wanted and built you a life you want, a life he wants. it hits him like a ton of bricks in one overwhelming, amazing moment, and he soaks in the feeling, watching the way your sleeping babys face and yours mirror each other.

[romanestuffsposts]

Overwhelmed

Hi there love! I had a lovely request that I accidentally deleted. But Fortunately I write it down ; Hiya! I love your stuff and I'm sorry you lost your account!

I was wondering if I could request a little who has a mini meltdown after a busy day (going shopping/being at work where it is noisy) and pulls their hearing aids out and throws them on the floor (doesn't break them!) because the noises become too overwhelming. After they get all the snuggles from Stucky and maybe put in a pull-up and gets a bottle? (Only if you are comfortable!) I can get really stressed and overwhelmed when I wear mine when I'm little because it picks up on the electrical sounds (high pitched sounds, humming etc)

No rush/pressure to do this!

- 🐝 X

I'm sorry to hear you have stress like that, I hope you'll find a way to get it better. I know it can take times but I hope you'll find it <3

And thank you love ❤️

I'm also sorry that i didn't post for 4 days, I was sick and unable to do anything 😅

Anyways, I'm better now so enjoy lovers 💜

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Warnings : angst, stress, meltdown, cries, comfort, pet names, cuddles, paci, lots of love and comfort toward little reader.

Pairing : daddies!stucky ; daddy!Bucky x Papa!Steve x little!reader

Summary : ⤴️⤴️

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Too much,

Everything was just too much for you today and you can't handle it anymore.

Usually it's calm and cosy at your work. You just have to read books before they're publishing and you have to say what you liked and what you didn't liked, what you thought would make polemics or could cause any problems. You found the perfect job for you. The room where you cosily read is quiet because either way it's hard to concentrate, it's like that in all the area.

However, today was the total oposite. Some dude name Bobby had his birthday, which is cool, it means cake, having a break from work, it means resting your eyes ect. But you weren't prepared to hear all the loud music and all the loud laughters or yell from your collegues. You tried to get yourself into it but you never liked loud noises, you still made the effort but when everyone started jumping at one song, one of your men collegue grabbed your shoulders to make you jump with them- it was in the euphoria of the moment, he didn't mean to scare you but he did and you got scared. You tried to hide it too but all of those things were a lot to handle on your own.

You got home earlier because you felt too overwhelmed to stay at work and act like everything were fine when nothing was. You rush in the kitchen to get some water. Maybe some fresh liquid will help you calm down. As soon as you open the fridge and take out the bottle of water, it slipped out of your hands and fall down on the cold tiles. The new muffled sound is added to the list and you find yourself on the ground, crying.

You're hands fly to your face and you sob in them. You bring your knees to your chest. You take off your hearing aids and look down at them, your tears fall more violently when you gaze the things in your hands. You throw them on the floor. You don't want to see them, they caused you stressed and you got scared because of them.

You don't hear the front door opening because of your sobs, you don't hear your daddies walking in the house. They laughed about something that happened at work but Steve stops walking and laughing when he hears muffled voice. He looks at Bucky and frowns "is she already at home ?" he asks

Bucky shurgs and they both keep walking quietly this time toward the noises. But when Bucky understands it's not only muffled voice but cries, he starts to run until he reaches the kitchen. Steve is closes behind Bukcy and almost bumps into him when he suddenly stops running. Bucky looks down and sees you curled up on yourself on the kitchen floor. He and Steve kneels down "Baby ?" You shake your head and cries harder. You didn't know how long you were on the floor crying but now you know, it's been a long time.

"Sweetie, something happened ?" Your Papa asks. Bucky sits on one side of you and Steve on the other side of you. You shake your head and keep crying making your daddies worrier. Steve caresses your legs while Bucky caresses your back as they shush you, whisper sweet nothings in your ears and help you getting more comfortable about what happened, even if they still don't know what happened.

"You're okay, you're home now. Nothing bad can happen in here." Your Papa says as he kisses your temple. You let yourself falling against his chest as your cries start to calm down. "Keep going, sweetness. You're doing a great job" he whispers. Bucky grabs the bottle of water who is on the ground and he sees at the same time something else on the ground. He benches over to grab it and frowns "Steve" he says grabbing his husband's attention.

Steve looks up at him, Bucky shows him the hearing aids he has on his hands and Steve frowns. He removes your hair and puts them behind your ears and sees you don't wear yours so the one Bucky has on his hands are probably the one you wore today.

"Sweetie, why don't we go upstairs and take a warm bath ? I’m sure It'll make you feel better" he quietly says as he slides his fingers down your hair "We can go upstairs with some water too since you wanted some" he proposes

They aren't dump, the bottle of water didn't fall by herself from the frige

You sniff and nod your head. Steve nods at Bucky and he goes upstairs to prepare the bath while Steve stays in the kitchen with you. He needs to be sure you're fine.

Steve stands up and rests you on his left hip as he wonders around the kitchen. He grabs a glass and fills it with water as he swings you on his hip. He hums one of your favorite song to calm your cries down. Your head is rest against his shoulder and you put your thumb in your mouth. Steve peers down at you when he finished cleaning the kitchen but when he sees your thumb in your mouth he went to grab it to pull it out but stops himself. He doesn't like those things, Bucky neither but every time you feel anxious or stressed, sad or angry you grab your paci or your Daddies's tag. It calm you to have something in between your lips and right now you need something in your mouth. Steve knows you can't wait to be upstairs to have your paci in your lips so he lets you- for some minutes only, to have your thumb in your mouth.

He caresses your back as he walks upstairs, shushing you every times he hears your quiet sniffs. When he's on top of the staires, he goes to the bathroom and sees Bucky finishing the bath "here you are" he smiles when he hears you behind him. "hi zazzy" you whisper through your thumb. Bucky smiles more and kisses your nose "hi beautiful" he whispers back

"your bath is ready, sweetie" Steve says and sits you on the sink so he and Bucky can help you undress yourself. He steps aside to let Bucky reaches you and he quickly excuses himself to go grab a clean pyjama, for you after your bath.

Bucky removes your shoes first and then your socket. He pulls away by the top your little sunny dress- your favorite, and then removes your underwears carefully. Bucky peers up at you while preparing you for your bath, he gives you winks or pokes here and there to make you smile or giggle which work.

"do you want to go in there by yourself or do you want me to put you in it ?" he asks putting your hair behind your ears. You nod making him laugh. You give him an innocent smile since you don't know why he's laughing but you find it funny. He shakes his head and pushes your nose with his "damn you're so cute"

You blush and giggle as you swing your legs, hitting him from times to times "Why did you nod ?" he asks smirking at you "to go in there by yourself ?" he asks and you nod again "okay so you don't want me to carry you in the bath ?" he says just to be sure but you nod again making him sigh in defeat

Steve chuckles as he stands straight. It's been a long time he was there, watching you both with a loving smile on his face. He was leaning against the doorway but stand up when he sees that you're too little to understand

"Come here" he smiles grabbing you to lowering you down. He grabs your hand and leads you to the warm bathtub. He kneels beside the bathtub and put his arm above the edge of the tub, he dips his fingers in hot water "feel the water and tell us if it's not too hot for you or too cold, sweetness" he says caressing your naked back up and down

You shiver from the touch of your Papa and the cold breeze hitting your sensible skin. You slowly lower your hand above the water and soak your fingers in the water slightly. You get them out and nod at your Papa, "it's okay for you ?" he asks and you nod again. He grabs your hand and helps you getting in it but still let you do it by yourself

Once you're cover of bubble, a pack on your lips and some toys to play with, your daddies puts the glass of water beside you and go in the bedroom to prepare the room for the night. Seeing in what bad stade you were when they came home, they would rather have you beside them all night so they can be sure that you're fine.

Bucky sighs as he makes the bed making Steve looks up at him "what ?"

"What do you think happened ?" he asks looking down at the sheets. Steve shurgs "i don't know but it seems to have shook her up a bit too much but I think we don't have to push her to talk to us. It clearly was something big to her and if she feels the need to talk to us about it then she'll do it but if she needs time, we'll let her be but still show her that we're here incase"

Bucky nods "I have the same opinion" after that he frowns his eyebrows "but," Steve looks up at Bucky again "what about the hearing aids ?"

"Did she broke them ?" Steve asks and Bucky shakes his head "no, I put them where we put them when she's not wearing them" he says and Steve nods "good, I don't think we don’t need to worry about that. I just think she felt too much things and couldn't handle it anymore and just threw them away. I think she wanted and needed to get in a quiet and calm space of mind and just didn't know how to do that"

Bucky sighs "i know you said we don't have to worry but I do. What if something happened ? Like really happened ?"

"I know it's hard Buck but we can't be on her back all the times. She needs to move on by herself and even if we're behind her if she needs us, she needs to do things by herself" Steve says and grabs his husband's hands "We won't let her down. We'll be there for her but she needs to succeed on her own"

Bucky nods and leans to kiss Steve on the lips. They both make their way back to the bathroom and smile when they see you playing in your bubble bath "are you ready to go out ?" Steve asks but you shake your head "No ?" he frowns

"No Papaa" you whine in a way that say 'obviously' making Bucky laughing "I not soap yet" you say and look side eye at him. Steve shakes his head while smiling "how could I forget that" he says smashing his forehead making you giggle. Bucky grabs your favorite flavor soap and hand it to Steve.

The sweet hands and the delicious flavor slide all over your body and you relax at the feelings. The way his hand strokes your body make you more sleepy than you were before. After cleaning each one of your toes who got yourself giggling, Steve pulls you up and lowers you on the ground while Bucky hold wide open a big towel.

They help you get your pyjama on you and after cleaning you teeth, your Papa goes to grab Bucksie so he's in bed, all ready for you. Bucky lifts you up and walks you to their warm and big comfy bed. He goes under the cover after you and cover your tired body with the sheets"here you go, little one" he says kissing your forehead. You hear the door closing and feel your Papa going in bed behind you.

He rests Bucksie in your arms and kisses your cheek. You mumble a quietly thank you and snuggle your daddies. Your Daddy slides his fingers in your hair and your Papa's on your back "we're here if you need us, beautiful. Always. You can count on us if you need it, you don't need to be ashamed of how you're feeling or if you need help with something, anything." Your Daddy says resting his forehead against yours

"we love you and we're here for you, sweetie. Always and forever"

[atlantis-just-drowned]

hi!! hope youre having a good day :) would you write a short like,, makeout fic with pluto if you dont mind? thank you!! i love your writing sm

A/N: HI ANON YOU'RE SO KIND OMG!! Thank you for being so patient with me aghgfhgehfg- I just started college and moved in on my own, which is like, a huge change. So yeah life has been hectic those last few months. But hey! Here it finally is!

On a calm afternoon

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You could hear the oxygen getting engulfed in his lungs as he breathed in. From where you were resting on Pluto's chest, eyes half-lidded, you could hear every calm breath he took. Your head rising up, then down. Up, then down. Over and over again, to the same rhythm.

It was peaceful, you thought.

The way the sunlight sipped through the window of his room, and the comfortable silence between the two of you as he focused on the book he was reading, sitting on his bed with his legs on each side of your figure.

In your drowsy state, you heard the harmonious sound of air filling his lung, and felt your head raise a little higher as he took a deep breath, grounding you back on earth and taking you away from the sweet slumber you were about to fall into.

You tried to reposition your head with a groan. Somehow, gaining consciousness has made your position less comfortable than it was before, and you let out a small huff.

Just as you stopped moving, you felt the touch of five fingertips grazing at the skin of your skull; the sensation made your eyes flutter open, and you looked up at your boyfriend.

He has that calm, relaxed position. Expression neutral, his eye moving slightly from left to right has he keeps reading his book line after line. In the same time, you could still hear the air in his lungs, and his fingers threading through your hair.

This was everything you had ever wanted.

The circumstances around the two of you were so strange, you had to admit. You still struggled to understand how death could be such a lively experience – having you running around, discovering and learning when you should be laying still, somewhere under the dirt.

But this, this relationship that Pluto and you shared, it was enough to make you forget about it all.

It felt way too much like life to be anything you could possibly find in death. It was so real that it made anything else seem pale and meaningless in comparison.

It was love, your heart told you. And you knew it was true.

The sensation of his hand leaving your hair brought you back to earth, and you pouted at the loss of his delicate touch.

The faintest ghost of a smile painted his lips for a moment as he used his now free hand to turn another page, his eye still fixed on the words.

You couldn’t help but to crave more of him.

The absence of his left hand on your scalp didn’t seem right. It was suddenly making you feel so cold and empty – you wanted his warmth again.

Still against him, you moved further up on his figure, passing your arms underneath him to capture his torso.

His reaction was almost immediate.

You heard a small surprised cry leave him, and felt the muscles in his back and shoulders tense immediately against the palms of your hands.

“Wh… What are you doing?!”

A few weeks ago, Pluto’s anxiousness and bewildered tone would have made you back off instantly, but you were starting to know better. Instead, you melted further against him, nuzzling your face in his neck, earning a shudder from him when your breath hit the base of his jawline, just below his left ear.

“Just cuddling you.” You breathed out with a relaxed tone.

You didn’t move a muscle. After a while of you simply laying on top of him, you felt his breathing slow down little by little, falling back into a calm and even rhythm. His left hand falling onto the back of your head once again, with his fingers threading through your hair.

Another silent moment passed, where you took a deep breath, and sighed. You knew you couldn’t go back to sleep. The yearning for his touch was so addictive – you only wanted to bask in his affection now. To have him as close to you as possible.

Tightening your grip around him, you pressed a firm kiss on his shoulder through the fabric of his clothes.

This time, despite tensing up for a split second, he let out a chuckle in reaction. His chest jumping up and down against yours.

“Now I’m starting to think you might…” he started with a grin, before your teeth grazed slightly against the crook of his neck, the sensation attenuated by his turtle-neck, but still present. He sucked in a breath, and you felt him arch into your touch, his knees bending on each side of you. You were unable to say if the movement was voluntary or not as the rest of his sentence came out in a repressed moan, struggling to form coherent words. “b-be ge-etting a l-little clingy!”

You stopped your attack and grinned pridefully, loving every reaction you could get from him. His left hand was still in your hair, a lot more tense than it was a few seconds ago. Meanwhile, the book he was previously reading was still in his right hand, now closed and held so firmly you were starting to get concerned he might puncture the cover with his fingers.

It didn’t stop you, though.

Pressing another gentle kiss on the dark-haired man’s left shoulder, you dived down to kiss his collarbone through his turtle-neck, your hands tracing the outline of his waist and earning you another shiver, before you slipped them underneath the fabric and against his warm skin.

Pluto let out a groan, his back instantly arching against you like your fingers were burning him in the gentlest way. The book he held fell from his hand as he abandoned it to encircle your shoulders with his arms, hands clawing and gripping at the back of your shirt for support.

He gasped in, stuttering your name before trying to articulate. “W-Wait… T-That’s… That’s n-not cuddling…!”

Your head shot up to look at him. His breath was uneven, his face so warm you wouldn’t be surprised if he started seething. He looked at you with wide opened eyes, his eyebrows pinching up in an anxious expression.

Oh.

Maybe the teasing has gone a bit far, you realized.

Giving him an apologetic smile, you muttered “Sorry. Got a little carried away.” before pressing a gentle, chaste kiss on his lips. “Do you want me to stop?”

There was a silence, and you could feel his hands on each sides of you face, where he has placed them when you had kissed.

He looked at you for a moment, seemingly calming down a little. You could still feel his pulse racing, but the way he detailed your face – your lips – seemed less panicked now. He seemed almost… stunned. Like he was amazed to see you here. Like he struggled to realise this was real.

It was this peculiar look he gave you, that made you want to shout from all rooftops how much you loved him.

His hands held you a little firmer, and he shook his head timidly, your faces so close his nose almost brushed yours.

“No.” He answered in a whisper. So low, yet you could hear the conviction in his tone. “Please don’t.”

The grip Pluto has on you was still gentle as he brought you closer, until you went in and kissed him with a smile.

He wasn’t tense or scared anymore – it was far from being your first kiss by this point. He knew he could trust you to be kind on him.

When your hands roamed higher in his back, pushing his shirt up in the process, he shivered and let out a small moan in response. His arms laid around your neck again, one of his hand messing with your hair.

You couldn’t feel more like a teenager than in that moment. It was insane, you knew it. The way every touch, every second was like you were both seventeen again, smiling and kissing and touching each other for the first time.

You wished this could go on forever.

The way his chest arched into yours when you deepened the kiss, the feeling of his tongue lapping at yours tentatively and the sounds he made at every caress of your fingers. You could never get enough of it.

Your heart was stammering against your ribcage, fuelled by how perfectly your hand could fit on his waist, and how his own hands held you ever-so firmly despite the way they trembled, in an attempt to keep you as close to him as possible, knees locked around you and pushing your body against his.

You were both panting by the time you parted, and Pluto’s face was just as red as your mind was hazy.

Dipping your head down in his neck, you brought your left hand up to hook a finger in the collar of his top, pealing it away from his skin to suck a hickey there.

The dark-haired man tried to hold back a whine through his teeth, tightening his hold on you in an attempt to bring you even closer. He was so precious, you thought. Breathing in and out so fast you doubted the oxygen got through his whole body, as he arched and kept holding on to you like you were a life line. Feeling his skin on your fingertips was a pleasure you couldn’t deny yourself.

And suddenly you heard a knock at the door.

Your arms immediately straightened up to push yourself off of your boyfriend and look at the door. Pluto almost fell from his bed with how far he jumped, gripping your shoulders so tightly it was almost painful. You assumed it would probably hurt a lot more, if being his partner didn’t mean being on the receiving hand of those death grips anytime he got scared.

“Pluto?” You heard his best-friend’s – and roommate’s – voice call from the other side. “Can I come in or is there anything… tricky, going on?”

Your brain was empty. Not a single thought going on. You couldn’t find anything to say.

Given the silence from Pluto, he was probably in the same state of mind. Maybe just more panicked.

Well, one of you had to say something – anything, really. You searched for appropriate words to piece out together into a coherent sentence. It was harder than it should have been. “Uuuuuh…”

“Okay!” Duke’s voice cut you out with a nervous tone before you could even have figured out what to tell him. “That’s enough of an answer, I’ll come back later!”

And then he just… left.

Wow. Okay. What just happened.

You blinked a few times in disbelief. This whole interaction seemed surreal.

When you turned toward your boyfriend again, he gave you the same dumbfounded look you were probably giving him, confirming this whole thing was just as unexpected to him as it was to you.

You stared at each other in complete silence for a moment, until he finally processed the whole chain of events. You saw his face progressively turn a dark shade of red, while his expression slowly went from one of pure shock, to a profound embarrassment.

“Bloody heck…”

He buried his face in your shoulder like you’d be able to hide him from his own discomfort, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you realized what has happened too.

“Stop laughing!” He called out without looking up, trying to scold you but you could hear the smile in his voice. “How am I going to explain this to him, now?!”

If that was supposed to stop you, it sure failed. You only kept laughing as you answered “I don’t think he wants you to explain anything.”

This time, you felt him nuzzling further into the crook of your neck, letting out an embarrassed sound as he swore again. “Oh dammit…”

Sympathizing with his unease, you let your laugher die down and ran a hand through his hair until he calmed down.

[alonelystargazer]

I haven't been on twt for days and part of me says I should feel bad for leaving my moots without warning but another part of me feels like I'm not being tied down, the constant stream of interactions were getting overwhelming

[scarlet-alleyway]

“None of you seem like bad people at all.” “While that’s very kind and slightly idealistic of you to say, I doubt the concern is whether or not you would be ‘scared off’,” Donatello had replied just as Raph opened his mouth, rolling his eyes and leaning back on the couch he had been hogging ever since dinner finished up. “Rather, the lack of strong information is more to keep you out of any potential ‘trouble’ that might arise from becoming too involved. Be reassured that our business is completely moral and legal… most of the time.” You had opened your mouth to ask more about that last part, but a slight shake of the head from April- after giving Donnie a light reprimanding smack on the shoulder- had you changing the subject without further questioning. After a while, the topic was all but forgotten, shoved aside to play an old board game instead; and trying your best to ignore the random elbow nudging and wiggled eyebrows Raphael’s brothers kept throwing his way for no discernible reason after he had decided to sit down beside you.  Surely, you weren’t that obvious about your feelings towards him… were you?

in other words me, randomly updating after like a month of self-isolation and chaos:

*screams*

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

kind of sick of warm hearted readers. what about evil (but not actually) reader who's just a fuckin hazard warning by itself, that would go lengths of burning the world down for their loved ones and homicide. not evil-for-fun type of shit, but I can do harm and I will, ya see? well, technically that's kinda suguru coded. if you think about it ... wanted to see some blood, anger and illegal actions for once, as they're part of our nature. ya see. I think there's a lot of possibilities here. like for example, gojo getting heartbroken by witnessing them stain their soul for something he couldn't stop. it's kinda good in my opinion

ANONNNNNNNN YOUR BRAIN <33333333 i love sweet warmhearted readers but i ALSO adore readers who are either morally dubious or. just cunts LMAO…… i have lots and lots of thoughts abt suguru w that kind of reader (i’ve got a whole series planned on the concept >:3) but!!!! gojo and yuuta are some super tasty options too…

with satoru it’s especially heartbreaking bc…… it’s literally just stsg </3 so we know how he’d act!!! going purely off canon he would never stop loving you, even if your morals don’t align….. but because of who he is he’d have no choice but to stand against you. i’m forever thinking abt that One line in the ln where the narrator compares suguru to a setting sun……. because satoru could do nothing but watch him slowly slip away………. SNIFFLE. they make me ill. he’d have no choice but to watch you leave and he’d never quite forgive himself for it…………

anyway where was i . yuuta!!!! your brain anon!!!!!! i totally agree, yuuta and geto are imo the most likely characters to believe in reader’s goodness/love them regardless of their actions . but yuuta canonically doesn’t care abt morals as much as geto does so!!!! he’s probably the best option……. him feeling protective over you :’3 ohhhh he’s a loverboy alright. i think he’d feel so crushed just watching you lose yourself. but he would never ever ever cast you away!!!!! he’s a ride or die <3333

[rexxdjarin]

Quick thots for a character eh? Echo. Anything echo 😏😏😏

Send me a character and I’ll do some quick asks and thots for them. 😈

HEJXJDJS YES. I fucking LOVE Echo. My feels for him have skyrocketed lately🥰 ok so

Echo really…..really likes to be cockwarmed. like really fucking likes it. 👀

You take him to your place or he’ll bring you to a quiet corner in the barracks and after he’s had more than his fill of kissing you all over and stripping the clothes off you bit by bit…he’s pulling you into his lap.

You slowly ease down onto him and he sighs happily, eyes hooded and hands gripping onto your hips. “Yeah fuck that’s it….” He’s groaning, while you draw your hips up just enough to create a drag of pleasure against him. You tighten your walls in rhythm with the slow rolls of your hips.

“So good…h-how do you…do that?” He gasps, burying his face in your neck to kiss you as you ride him. “You’re so good to me, mesh’la.”

You giggle softly, contracting your walls impossibly tighter and making him tip his head back to audibly moan. You rest your hand on his chin, tipping his face up to gaze lovingly at his strong rounded jaw, his pretty brown eyes and that satisfied, blissed out smile he seemed to save only for you. “Because you deserve it, my handsome…perfect man.”

[birdsofpvey]

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[chilling-seavey]

SO I have written another George centered fic but (without spoiling too much of the plot) the reader already has a significant other.

When I wrote this, I just used another 'celebrity' I simp for as the significant other (shoutout Wham!'s Andrew Ridgeley) but before I decide to post this fic, I wanted to ask what you guys would prefer to read. I could keep just as I wrote it with the significant other basically being someone else/someone random, OR I could edit it to make the significant other be the name of another F1 driver.

Please keep in mind this is an Alternate Universe taking place in the 1980s so even if you want me to edit to include another driver, they will have basically no prior relationship with George. This significant other is basically just a secondary character for plot.

[reinanova]

hmm i wonder if the fact that i’m in a really bad reading slump and can only read fanfics or reread favorite books (where i’m consuming media with familiar and comforting characters and worlds) says something about my mental state

[bizarrelittlemew]

if you hate the thing so much why not just scroll by instead of reblogging and writing a novel in the tags