#she just likes to cover up with it while she watches tv

[corralinesage]

Learning you by heart (13/?)

HAPPY NEW YEARS EVERYONE!! May 2025 treat you well<3

Chapter 13: Parallel, parallel

You spent a good amount of time on the couch, watching any Christmas movies that you found on TV while surfing through the channels, indulging yourselves on an entire bowl of chocolate truffles to ensure you didn’t go hungry while sipping on refills of coffee. You were cuddled up in the corner of the couch in the same spot as the night before, Natasha’s head on your chest, cushioned by your breasts, your hand in her hair, a blanket covering your tangled up legs. You couldn’t have asked for anything better. You couldn’t have dreamt of anything more fulfilling and comforting than that very moment as her warmth seeped into your body and stirred up the colorful emotions inside you. There was nowhere else you would have rather been, no one else you would have rather been with. Every single aspect of that shared moment was perfect, undeniably beautiful.

You had lit up the candle you had received as a gift and put it on the coffee table, the bright yellow light flickering gently, the scent of cinnamon and clove only strengthening the smell of gingerbread that wafted through the entire house, mixing with the perfume you had immediately tried onto the inside of your wrist. The smell was sweet, slightly spicy in a way that you recognized to be typical for Natasha. She liked earthy, rich scents with a hint of sweetness, something that you hadn’t realized would suit you so well. You were wearing the thick socks Natasha had gifted you, warm beneath her and the blanket, sucking on a candy cane. The low lighting of the living room was delicate and cozy, the Christmas tree shining silently in the corner, your attention seeming to gravitate toward it every once in a while, as if to make sure that the tree was still in its rightful spot before returning to the cartoon Grinch you were watching, the colorful images flashing before you on the TV. Natasha was humming quietly to the well-known song in the movie, your arms automatically tightening around her to hold the adorable sight just a little closer to your chest. She was undeniably charming without even trying, the low humming warranting a kiss onto the top of her head. She pulled back from your chest to see your face, smiling at you in the most intimate and vulnerable way you had ever seen anyone smile. She crawled just a little higher on top of you, her lips only barely reaching your chin to give it an affectionate peck. After that you couldn’t help but to lift your head off the pillow to reach her properly, your hand that was in her curls guiding her into a firm kiss that made you feel like you couldn’t quite breathe properly.

When the morning turned into afternoon, you finally got up from the couch, deciding to help Wanda with the party preparations after she ushered you off the couch and made you tidy up the living room from the dishes, candy and gift wrappers. You and Natasha moved into the kitchen to clean and help Wanda with anything you could while she ran around the house following some schedule that you and Natasha were not a part of. It was rather amusing to watch Wanda fuss over the smallest of details in the strive for perfection despite the fact that all the people who were coming over were friends and family who expected quite positively nothing extravagant from Wanda. All they wanted was to spend time with their loved ones during the holidays, but Wanda was known for overshooting when it came to showing off her cooking and baking skills as well as hospitality. She loved to be the backbone of any get-together. She liked preparing food and trying out new recipes that she could potentially incorporate into her business. She also happened to strive off of people’s comments and praise regarding all her hard work. A good few hours later of you helping Wanda, it was finally time to go get ready for the party before the guests would arrive.

“What do you think I should wear?” You turned to Natasha expectantly after pulling open the doors to your wardrobe.

“Hmm, maybe something casual?” She suggested, taking a seat on the edge of your freshly made bed, going through her small purse that somehow fit way more items than you would’ve ever believed. You skimmed through the clothes in your closet, looking for something fancy, but nothing over the top. “You could put on a cute sweater and some nice trousers.” You grinned brightly at the suggestion as you laid your eyes on an item that fit the description at least partly. You pulled the sweater on without further consideration, leaving your plain pajama pants on.

“I’ve got just the thing”, you announced in excitement, amusement practically dripping from your voice, prompting Natasha to raise her eyes from the contents of her bag to see your clothing of choice. She burst into laughter at the sight of the familiar sweater, her gaze immediately dipping down to the mistletoe dangling above your belt line. The look on your face was one filled with pure joy as Natasha stood up from the bed to come closer to you, clearly lured in by the message on the sweater. She could barely hold in her chuckles as she stood before you, pulling on the hem of the sweater to take a proper look at the horribly ugly Christmas sweater.

“Oh, but I can’t have anyone else end up beneath this mistletoe. This one is just for me”, she hummed as if to herself, her eyes meeting yours.

“You’re under the mistletoe”, you whispered knowingly, your smirk wider than the Grinch’s.

“I am, indeed.” Her eyes remained on yours as she let go of the sweater, her hands finding your waist. She knelt slowly before you, her touch moving down to massage your hips and buttocks in a gentle caress. You could barely hold in your excitement, her sultry eyes staring up at you, her lower lip clamped between her teeth as she leaned forward, pressing her lips right below the mistletoe, a very visceral spark of electricity shooting through you at the gentle touch of her lips even through two layers of fabric, your knees turning into jelly from the simple kiss.

“I might just have to go with this one”, you breathed out weakly. It was rather easy to tell that you were ridiculously affected by Natasha’s touch, your body seeming to lean closer to her in search for more.

“If you keep this on, we’ll never make it downstairs”, she retorted in a gentle warning that made you giggle.

“Better take it off then. This thing is dangerous”, you mumbled in amusement, pulling the knitted fabric up your torso as Natasha stood up from the floor.

“I don’t think it’s the sweater, detka (baby)”, she mused quietly. “It’s you that’s dangerous.” She allowed her nails to scrape over your bare abdomen, your muscles contracting at the teasing touch, a small gasp sounding from you, prompting Natasha to look up at you, only to find the sweater still draped over your head, the mistletoe placed right over your forehead, an expectant smile on your face. She chuckled softly, the sound getting muffled by your lips as she kissed you, ensuring that you got a proper kiss to think about while you spent the night at a socially acceptable distance from each other.

Friends and family started to slowly find their ways to the brownstone an hour later after you and Natasha had finished getting ready. You ended up wearing a simple pair of trousers, as Natasha had suggested, paired with a slightly tamer sweater, putting on light makeup just for the joy of getting ready. You borrowed Natasha your makeup and hair care products that she hadn’t been able to bring with her because her change of clothing took up most of the space in her purse. She wore a short, tight skirt that reached her mid thighs, leaving a good amount of room for her toned legs to shine, the silky skin covered by sheer, black tights. On the top half, she wore a thin, white blouse that was form fitting but not tight. The sleeves were slightly looser around her wrists, giving the shirt an elegant look to it. She looked beautiful, irresistible, really, but that had nothing to do with her outfit and everything to do with her natural beauty, her face, her body, her personality.

Welcoming guests was unexpectedly entertaining for Natasha. Monica was the first to arrive which immediately made you and Natasha glance at each other knowingly, both of you thrilled to see Wanda blush like a fool as she accepted the red roses Monica had brought her. It was finally Wanda’s turn to be sappy and foolish around her crush, you and Natasha enjoying the show immensely until more guests started to appear at the doorstep. Natasha watched with her mouth agape as Steve Rogers and his shocking physique and height, or rather lack thereof, walked in with James Barnes in tow, shortly after followed by Clint and Laura Barton with their children. Natasha’s chest ached. She could barely breathe, her heart hammering inside her ribcage from utter shock at who exactly the guests were. Never in a million years had she expected to encounter more of the people she loved so dearly in another life, perhaps in every life —she was yet to find out. The living room filled quickly, Thor striding in with Jane Foster and Darcy Lewis. The final guest of the day was Pietro Maximoff, Natasha’s jaw nearly unhinging all together. She hadn’t seen Pietro in years, his traumatic death crossing her mind as the charming man pulled Wanda into a tight hug, kissing her hair as he swayed her gently. It felt beyond surreal, perhaps even more so as Natasha slowly became aware of just how far the similarities of the reality reached.

You got glasses of Prosecco once everyone had arrived and set their gifts beneath the Christmas tree, Natasha’s gaze going around the room as you all raised a toast for Christmas. They all clearly knew one another, Natasha turning out to be the only new addition to the group of people, but she was welcomed as warmly as ever by everyone. You were all gathered in the living room, illuminated by candles and Christmas lights, the conversation naturally picking up as the guests started to catch up with one another. Natasha learned a lot from simply sitting quietly beside you on the couch and listening to the cheerful chatting from others. Thor was a regular client at the bakery, years of consistent interaction with Wanda having led to random parties and invitations that had also allowed Wanda to befriend Jane and Darcy as well. Steve worked at the bakery and often hung out with Wanda during breaks. Bucky was a regular there because he was best friends with Steve and worked a block away as an engineer. Natasha’s gaze shifted to the only kids in the room, her eyes focusing on Lila who was a good eight years younger from the sixteen-year-old Natasha had left behind in her original reality. Lila was clearly the youngest of the three, the two older boys, whom she knew as Cooper and Nathaniel, lost in some kind of game that resembled rock-paper-scissors. Natasha could barely look at the children, memories from her previous reality flashing through her mind. She couldn’t look at Clint, the lump in her throat preventing her from making any contact with her best friend.

“Mommy, can I have more apple juice?” Lila asked quietly, poking her mother’s leg impatiently, holding her empty glass in her hand. Laura, who was sitting right next to you, was deep in conversation, lacking patience to even look Lila’s way. The girl poked her mother a little harder.

“Lilian!” Laura’s voice was chastising, but she didn’t seem entirely mad. “Why don’t you ask Cooper or Noah?” A part of Natasha felt a sense of grief from knowing that her presence had never reached the Barton family which had left the second-born boy with a different name.

“I was just going to go refill my glass. Why don’t you come with me?” Natasha said suddenly, just loudly enough for Lila to hear. The girl seemed taken aback by such an offer from a stranger, her eyes shifting to Laura for approval.

“What a nice offer from Natasha”, Laura said in a very typical voice used with kids as she did her best to persuade Lila. Natasha swallowed back her sudden tears, glancing away to blink her eyes dry. She should have fought harder back then. It should have been her. “Don’t you think so too, Lilian?” Natasha frowned almost imperceptibly at the name but let the observation slide by. Lila nodded her head, giving Natasha the permission to offer her hand to Lila. You looked fondly after them as Natasha and Lila went into the kitchen to find more apple juice for the latter. When they returned, Lila was giggling in excitement, a spark of joy in her eyes. You couldn’t help but to smile. It came to you as no surprise that Natasha was good with children and had won the girl over in such a short amount of time. She was such a charmer, after all.

You had more drinks and snacks that worked as appetizers for the Christmas dinner, Natasha and you going from one person to another to allow Natasha to get acquainted with everyone, so that you could all feel equally included. Once Wanda had everything ready in the dining room, she invited her guests to sit at the table and dig into the warm dinner. You all squished yourselves to sit around the medium-sized table that was far too large for you and Wanda alone, yet not enough to fit the large number of guests. The dinner was rather traditional, made up of different types of casseroles, refreshing side salads, and roasted meat. It was perfectly normal, and perfectly comforting. You and Natasha sat near Clint whom Natasha was conversing with after finally plucking up the courage to face him. He and Laura kept up a lively discussion about how they had met, their family, and how they knew Wanda. Apparently, they had known each other for years through the Maximoff family and liked to come over for Christmas every once in a while to stay in touch with Wanda and Pietro. Natasha struggled to focus on what Clint was saying, her mind straying every chance it got to remind her of what his fate had been in another life. She tried her best to counter such grim memories with better ones, ones that brought her comfort, but seeing him right there in front of her was all too jarring to deal with, her mind returning over and over again to the pain she had caused for the Barton family, until she finally managed to force herself to focus back on Clint’s story. She made a conscious effort to pay attention to positive details about he and Laura’s personalities to prevent herself from bursting into tears. She could easily spot all the familiar characteristics in Clint and Laura’s dynamic, but there were also many differences that stuck out. Clint’s humor, to Natasha’s surprise, was cleverer than the common dad jokes that Natasha had gotten used to over the years. Laura was sterner with the kids, which caused them to gravitate more toward their father, especially when asking for more sweets. Natasha noticed that she got along with the Barton’s very well, unexpectedly well. The interaction felt rather natural. Nothing felt forced, nothing felt all that strange. They were just a nice family willing to open up enough to let Natasha in, something that had always been very typical for Clint.

The kids exited the table first, far too impatient to linger around after finishing their plates of food. The boys, with Lila in tow, moved into the living room to play, Wanda providing them with paper and crayons in case they felt the need to express themselves in an artistic form, the conversation carrying on uninterrupted. You were genuinely pleased to see Natasha get along with the guests, relieved that she seemed to enjoy herself even when put in situations where she was surrounded mostly by complete strangers. It made you feel like the chances of keeping Natasha in your life for a longer period of time were entirely on the table for you. There would be no obstacles or hindrances when she had no trouble infiltrating herself into your life. You looked at her as you speared some green beans a bit absentmindedly onto your fork, observing the way she was communicating with Clint. She was fully absorbed into Clint’s story up until she felt a gentle poke against her arm. Natasha turned around to her left where she had felt the interruption, met with Lila and her shy smile as she handed Natasha a piece of paper.

“Wow, what’s this?” Natasha marveled rather animatedly, eyeing the drawing of a woman surrounded by butterflies and flowers. The parallel was almost overwhelming. All the times Lila had shown Natasha the most colorful and creative drawings found the forefront of her mind.

“You.” Lila bounced slightly on her toes, clearly impatient to hear Natasha’s verdict. “I drew your pretty outfit and hair.” Lila pointed at the image for emphasis.

“I can see that”, Natasha hummed in an impressed tone, nodding her head in approval, focusing strictly on the present moment to remain unaffected by the pain of her past. “This is beautiful”, she praised Lila, taking in all the details of the messy drawing. “Is that my bracelet?” Lila nodded enthusiastically. “Wow. You’re incredibly talented.” Natasha took another look at the bright red scribbles that made up her hair, the grey smudges that represented her shirt, and the brown square and black twigs that were meant to be her dress and tights. Lila giggled quietly before snatching the drawing from Natasha and returning to the coffee table to continue drawing. You grinned at Natasha knowingly.

“Looks like you’ve got a fan.” She chuckled softly at your comment, going back to her dinner and the conversation with Clint, eager to learn more about what he did for a living to hopefully distract herself further.

For dessert, Wanda had made cookies and cakes of all sorts to please everyone. There was cheesecake with cranberry sauce, chocolate lava cake, chocolate chip cookies, frosted gingerbreads, chocolate confectionery, and mini cinnamon rolls, the table packed with all the dishes to ensure nobody went hungry on Christmas Day. The amount of food was overwhelming but when it was evenly distributed among all the guests, it slowly disappeared from the table bite by bite. The next conversation Natasha found herself in was with Steve and Bucky. She found it difficult to not ogle at Steve and his rather scrawny appearance in comparison to the person Natasha had known before. Steve wasn’t quite as skinny and frail as he had been during the Second World War. He looked healthy and well nourished, but he was far from the hunk of a man Captain America was, although Natasha had to admit that there was a good amount of muscle on him, at least compared to the frail and sick version of him she had only seen pictures of. The dynamic between him and Bucky was much lighter and jovial than she had ever witnessed before. Their demeanors were more boyish, but they had a certain air of old souls about them despite belonging into the same age range as the rest of them, excluding Clint and Laura. Steve wasn’t as reserved as Captain Rogers had always been. He was up to date with the world and seemed to be truly in his element. It was nice to see him really reflect a sense of belonging in the world. It brought Natasha peace to know that his past wasn’t as troubled as it had been in her reality.

You all returned into the living room to lounge around after no one could bear to take another bite no matter how delicious the food was. Pietro and Thor’s loud laughter boomed throughout the entire first floor, accompanied by Jane and Darcy’s higher pitched giggles, music playing from the stereos as half of the guests whined about how full they were. It made you grin brightly. Never before had you experienced such a Christmas, having previously failed to see the beauty of simply coming together to celebrate the holiday season and the end of the year with those you loved the most. You followed Natasha toward the living room, but instead of taking a seat to join the others, she turned to you.

“I’m gonna go into the bathroom real quick”, she hummed in passing, pecking your lips briefly before heading up the stairs. You took a step toward an empty seat in the living room, but felt a hand on your shoulder before you could slip away from the kitchen.

“Hey, Lila found this from under the couch”, Wanda said, handing a black, leather wallet to you. You immediately recognized it to be Natasha’s from the golden clasp that held the coin pocket shut.

“Oh, thanks. I’ll take it upstairs”, you hummed, immediately heading toward the staircase.

You popped open the button of the wallet that held together the leather flaps, slightly unsure why you did so, your curious eyes taking a peek inside. Something white slipped out from the flat pocket of the wallet, a piece of paper of some sort landing on the wooden steps, letting out a slight slap when it connected with the sleek surface. You stopped in your tracks in the middle of the stairs, reaching down for what you realized to be a Polaroid picture, carefully picking it up as you slowly continued to walk up the stairs. You flipped the image around, your heartbeat thudding in your ears as the world slowed down around you. It was like your surroundings suddenly went completely silent. Nothing else outside of you existed as you made it into your room, freezing in your tracks, staring down at the printed picture in your hands. It was no more than the size of the palm of your hand yet held a significance like no other. You felt like you couldn’t quite breathe properly, the ragged inhales you took demanding twice the energy that breathing normally did. You couldn’t believe your eyes, the shock you experienced opening your eyelids so far that you felt like your eyeballs might pop out. You were in that picture. You were in that picture with Natasha, in Natasha’s arms, donning a summer dress that you didn’t own, both of you basking in the summer sunlight that you had never experienced with Natasha before. She was hugging you from behind, holding you against her, her cheek pressed tightly against yours as you both grinned at the camera. You looked different, your hair color was different, your demeanor was different enough for you to understand that it wasn’t you that you were looking at, yet the resemblance was uncanny. It was you.

[niyana-the-ambiguous-mobian]

I seriously had the most random dream about Sonic 3 last night, so I'm going to write it down from what I can remember... just in case Apollo sent me some secret messages or something. I doubt it's that, but you never know.

Spoilers are down below, obviously so read at your own risk.

From what I can remember, it was during the final battle in the 3rd act, where Sonic is fighting Shadow, but it was more of an alternate take of the scene, cause as soon as he punches Shadow up to the moon, he doesn't immediately follow him up.

Instead, the boy is floating there still fuming, his hands shaking wildly, and his teeth gritted. He starts breathing very heavily and erratically until the yellow glow around him starts to slowly darken. It begins where his heart is, traveling in a pattern that looks like he's been infected, going around his torso, his arms, legs, everything until he's completely covered.

And while this is happening, he is actually taken aback by this. He looks at his body in horror until the darkness reaches his eyes, causing them to close.

A small, subtle growling noise is heard as her opens his eyes once more, no longer red or green but pure white.

And this is happening QUICKLY in real time, too. Shadow is just landing on the moon by the time the transformation is done, and he's already on his way to get him.

What's more, when he finds Shadow on the moon and is about to pummel him, it's no longer Ben's voice that we hear, but rather it's was Jason Griffith's voice, doing a angry, deep voice that was mixed in with Ben's but his voice was more overtaking.

He was also saying something, but I can't remember what due to me being surprised that it was Jason I was hearing. I think he said something like, "You killed my father!", since he has it in his mind that Tom didn't survive the attack.

The dream shifts a bit where right as he's about to land a heavy blow, Sonic suddenly stops when Shadow says, "I'm right here!" and he starts having flashbacks, we see him with Tom in his cave at the start of the film, a flash of him and Maddie sitting on the couch, snuggled up together watching TV, him and Tails chatting with each other while they're assembling something in their room, and him with Knuckles in the woods as he teaches him how to punch and kick properly.

We even got a small flash with Longclaw. Seeing a new shot with the two of them on Sonic's home island where she was talking to him about something as he looks up at her in awe, like he's hearing a story of great adventures and heroes.

This causes him to stop and go, "What am I doing? This isn't-." He releases Shadow and takes a step back, the green in his eyes slowly coming back and the darkness fading away, back to where it emerged inside his heart.

And that's when I woke up.

So yeah, it was a lot, but I'm surprised I remembered the majority of what occurred since I usually forgot by the time I wake up from a vivid dream like that.

Don't know what to make of it, really, just a wild, random experience 😅

[baneonono]

watch house for the first time with me

season two episodes 11-20. were just gonna have to ignore spelling errors and stuff because I take these notes while it is very late at night. also if I’m wildly mischaracterizing the characters, it’s because I like it better and yes I am afraid that is how I watch tv shows. canon is whatever I want it to be, especially when I’m sleep deprived

11

“We need to talk about this” Wilson says like it’s his marriage that house is breaking up. I do love how invested Wilson is in Houses love life 

Wilson going to Stacy to yell at her is so iconic. I love my loyal man. Big puppy dog energy. 

“I can hear you caring” I love house. 

Wilson this episode: yelling at all parties involved in an affair, overly investing in other people’s romance, preparing drugs for patients to take, spilling everyone’s beans, trying to help everyone

I’m obsessed with how well house, Wilson, and stacy know each other. Mostly with how well house knows Stacy, Cuddy and Wilson. And then how well Wilson knows house

“You love me more” shut up shut up shut up house shut your face please 

Ughhhhhhh why are we doing this house and Stacy 

House did not just tell Cameron that he loves her. The way she flinched. 

The ultimatum house just gave Stacy-

So many things are happening that I want to scream about. Okay house with the kid is adorable in the exact opposite way Chase is adorable with kids. Because house is that person that kids love despite how unlikable he is and Chase kids love because of how likable he is and I just love them both. Also Stacy going to Cuddy the second she has house problems is amazing. I need more of them just chatting. When all of yall are beyond your in love with house phase can I get footage of you girls just gossiping. And can Wilson be there even though he’s the currently in love with house one and he will absolutely tell house everything said in the sacred gossip room. 

OH MY GOD MARK AND HOUSE SHOW DOWN IM SO EXCITED 

Mark going to the ex boyfriend is wild and he went so hard for it. House really just left him, a dude in a wheelchair, on the stairs.

House just can’t condemn mark to the same thing he went through, you heard it first

SAD ROOF BOY RETURNS BUT THIS TIME WILSON GOES TO FIND HIM. I KEEP WINNING

Wilson is really the shows method of moving everyone along emotionally. He’s not the oncology dude, he’s just hospital staff emotional support who happens to do oncology 

I do think that house was right that Stacy shouldn’t leave mark for house. He’s not gonna change, he doesn’t want to, I don’t think he trusts her, it’s better for everyone for her to move on 

12

House really just does whatever he wants and cuddy has to deal with it because he’s too smart

Chase🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 

I love when Wilson clocks house

Wilson: I don’t know him I don’t know him I don’t know him I don’t know him 

Girl- house- why are you testing your rivals drug on yourself, thinking it’s gonna not work

Foreman helping house😭😭😭😭😭😭

The triplets being so accommodating to house with the migraine he gave himself😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Bro lying on the ground is such a mood. I adore him

Why why why why am I watching a kid get covered in maggots. Why would someone do that to me and that poor kid. The parents should just say no

Wilson getting house water while also assaulting his senses😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

I love that Wilson is simultaneously caring for house and calling him out. What a man. 

This lumbar puncture is giving me anxiety. Like what if we don’t do this actually 

Foreman and Chase are so my second favorite duo in this show. 

House is unreasonably iconic

He’s really just a pathetic man trying insanely hard to not let it be known that he’s pathetic but I see him for what he is

It really is Wilson’s role in the show to tell us what everyone is feeling

13

Is…… is his leg getting worse?

Get house an mri 

Respectfully I don’t care about this girl. Let’s do house is the patient again. This father is stupid but it’s okay

House are you okay

I love that people look to Chase for comfort

House is so unhinged right now and it’s not fun to watch. Baby are you okay. Wilson come get your man what is going on

This episode is so gross

SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT IS WRONG WITH HOUSE 

HOUSE ASKED WILSON FOR HELP

Okay house lashing out everyone was a great moment of humanization for him. Because we all see him as this infallible being 

Wilson pretending to be god is the cutest thing I’ve seen all day. He’s so silly. He’s so silly for house 

Love how Chase goes along with house

JESUS CHRIST HOUSE. YOU NEED TO GO SEE A DOCTOR MY DUDE. HOW ARE YOU NOT GOING TO A DOCTOR. YOUR BEST FRIEND IS ONE. YOUR ENTIRE TEAM IS DOCTORS. YOUR BOSS IS A DOCTOR. YOU ARE ONE. PLEASE GO SEE A DOCTOR

Okay placebo is all well and good but what is wrong with him. I’m so lost. 

Also nonbinary/trans representation in a 2004 show?

14

Just house and Wilson is insulting each other

Living for house shouting at Wilson across the hospital about his sex life and Wilson just assuming it’s about him having an affair

I love when house goes into actually saving a patient mode. Him at work is absolutely spectacular

Wilson was reaching our house. How did you look that in the face of your hurting friend and just say no

WILSON MY BABY BOY

welp I’m sorry baby but at least you get to hang out with your best friend more…

15

I’m betting that house isn’t gonna kick Wilson out

CHASE WAS ACTUALLY GONNA APPLAUD FOR HOUSES JUGGLING 

I’m living for roommates hilson so bad. Please never back him move out 

Absolutely obsessed with Wilson being a good cook and house stealing all of his food 

“Property of James Wilson, trespassers with be prosecuted!” What if he put that sticky note on himself instead of the fridge? Just saying 

Babygirl, if you’re gonna delete Wilson’s voicemails about new apartments, at least get him an air mattress so he doesn’t have to sleep on the couch. Come on man, where’s your manners

16

Okay why did Wilson put the girl in an elevator so house could do something

I LOVE THE PRANKS. IM SORRY IVE BEEN BUSY THIS EPISODE DOING THINGS BUT HOUSE AND WILSON LIVING TOGETHER AND PRANKING EACH OTHER IS THE CUTEST THING IVE EVER SEEN 

I dearly adore roommate hilson. Like so bad

17

That kid in the intro was gonna try to deliver the teachers baby. Also these fake outs as to who is gonna be sick are getting so boring. Girl I don’t care who it is that gets sick, I don’t know any of them. 

House I- he just always has to be messing with Wilson

House making Wilson lose is hilarious. Love everything 

I LOVE WILSON

house tell your boyfriend if you’re doing okay

Wilson says something smart and House falls a little more in love with him 

This episode is insane, kid is dying, matching a case of 70 year old, house is obsessed, house is playing mind games with Wilson, there’s a party, Wilson was called in for an actual consult. What is going on

Wilson just talks and hopes that it triggers something in house. 

I think what this episode taught me is that if house ever loses a case, I will break down

18

I have come to the deeply disturbing realisation that house has become my comfort show since I started watching it

Living for Chase actively doing procedures and Cameron/Foreman asking him for advice during the procedures. Like you guys can’t wait 30 minutes. 

This Ethical Dilemma is so boring. I don’t care at all. 

No one plays along with house’s metaphors like Wilson

How many languages does house speak????

Idk foreman if someone I viewed as a colleague came to me and said that, I wouldn’t push them away like that. Maybe try not to be annoying to Cameron, you do have to work together

19

NO WILSON MOVED OUT WHY NO WHY HAVE I BEEN FORSAKEN

House going to Wilson to rant and then Wilson going to House to rant. I love them

This patient is freaking everyone out and I am one of those people. Can you like chill bro. A little too into himself

Yes girl get Foreman. 

Chat my dads are fighting

The way I love Wilson so much

Chase is really the best triplet

WILSON ARE YOU INSANE

He’s insane, he may be clocking house but he’s insane

This episode is wild

NO HILSON ROOMMATES DO THEY WANT ME TO CRY. I WANT MY ROOMMATES BACK

20

HOUSE JUST SHOOTING A GUY IS SO FUNNY 

Aw did they get put in time out, the way everyone is just sitting there looking et each other looks like they got put in time out

Okay Foreman went to the house and he’s giddy, I’m thinking maybe we should think about the house. 

Chase is literally the only sane one this episode

I love that house clocked chase repeating foreman’s theories so quickly 

This isn’t fun times anymore

[lafortezaboy]

Can you write how each Katseye member would celebrate readers birthday?

this is such a coincidence because my birthday was yesterday, but of course!

sophia tends to go all out, and she does that whether you really care for your birthday or not. not celebrating isn't really an option with sophia. she'll have you breakfast in bed waiting on you when you wake up, she'll have you honestly too many presents, and the two of you spend the day doing anything you want, whether that's going out and having fun, or just staying in and having a chill day. she makes your favorite food for dinner and she's baked you a cake too, or she'll take you out to dinner if you'd prefer that. the entire day is about you and she makes you feel so cared for and important, and she'll do it no matter what

manon is someone it depends on. if you're someone who likes celebrating your birthday, she also goes all out, she spoils you with presents and spends the day doing whatever you want to, she takes you to the nicest restaurant she can find and has your cake waiting on you there. but if you don't really do much for your birthday, she's more chill about it. you still get lots of presents, and she'll order your favorite cake, but she'll ask what you want to do and if you say nothing, she respects that. you spend the day in bed watching tv and playing games with her, and the amount of times you've kissed each other and broke out into giggles over something silly makes it just as enjoyable as anything else you'd have done

daniela also kind of doesn't give you the option, you're celebrating your birthday no matter what. you're her baby and she wants to celebrate you existing, so she's going to. she doesn't wake you up with a lot of presents, only the few things she picked out specifically for you, because the two of you spend the day at the mall, where your credit card isn't allowed to come out at all, she covers everything. so in all reality she gets you a lot, but she lets you pick most of it so she knows you'll enjoy it. dinner is whatever you want to have, and she gets you cupcakes that you have while cuddled up in bed

lara also makes you celebrate, but she also let's you decide how you two celebrate. if you like big celebrations, she'll be the one to plan a surprise party with all your friends and the girls, and that's after she's taken you to your favorite restaurant in town and given you the presents she got for you. if you aren't big on celebrating, she doesn't push much, but she does get you presents whether you like it or not, and dinner and cake is still a must. but if you're content spending the day in bed until dinner, she's completely fine with laying there right beside you

megan is really good about doing what you want, so if you don't really care for your birthday, she won't do anything aside from getting you a few gifts, because that was going to happen regardless. she might also try, and fail, to bake you a cake, but it's the thought that counts. if you do enjoy your birthday, she would go a bit overboard, getting you too many presents and setting up a picnic where you watch the sunset together, before you go home to the surprise party she planned for you. she still tried to bake you a cake, but it didn't turn out well, so sophia ended up taking over for her

[emp-t-man]

which character out of the w359 cast do you think would be the most likely to have a weighted blanket?

wait this is actually harder than i thought—

my gut reaction was eiffel, but i feel like after having to lock himself in lovelace’s cryo pod over and over for so long, being in a somewhat enclosed situation like that would make him a little uneasy

i feel like cozying up with normal blankets is something minkowski would like? but i don’t think she’d be too big a fan of weighted blankets, i think the feeling of being constricted would be a sensory issue for her

honestly i think if anyone would own one it would be lovelace, i feel like the security and certainty of something holding her while she tries to sleep would make it a lot easier for her to relax, since she’s normally so restless and would be mentally stuck in a place where she would feel the need to prepare to get out of bed at any given moment due to an emergency

[theinfinitedivides]

sh*t f*ck just saw a post on another platform that said they warned us about how Geon Woo and [redacted] would die in the very first ep i'm going to be sick

[nishiyako]

After A Long Day (NSFW)

Paring : Kenji Sato x Reader

Tags : Doggy style, Vaginal penetration, Make outs, praise , after care, Fluffy ending, Reader has some type of long hair, established Relationship, Kenji has some sort of complex.

Summary : After a long day of work, Kenji comes home to his lovely girlfriend with a surprise, merch she got of his jersey. Seeing his name and player number on you does wonders to his already inflated ego.

Kenji Sato was everywhere, his face and name of hundreds of billboards and products, it dose something to someone's ego.

He loved the support from fans, the attention from media but most importantly, he loved coming home from a long day of interviews, events, and partiess to you.

Simple and lovable you.

He parked his bike outside before entering his mansion, placing his helmet and keys on the dinner table before seeing you sitting in the living room on your phone while the TV was running.

He made his way over to you, your eyes looked up from your phone screen to see him suddenlt infront of you, you can't lie that you got a little startled but you were more happy he was back before it got too late,

He bends down and plants a soft kiss on your forehead, tucking a stray strand of hair away from your face in the process. He sits beside you as he unzips his biker jacket, "whatcha' watching?" He asks, wondering what's got you so focused this late at night, throwing his jacket to the end of the couch promising himself he'll clean it up later, throwing his arm around your shoulder, pulling himself closer.

"It's a tie between the TV and my phone if I'm being honest" you giggled placing your phone down, you met his loving gaze, placing your hand on his chest, softly kissing his cheek "how was your day sweetheart?" You asked softly, almost as a way of apologizing on you being so voided.

"Good, busy as always." He said like he was waiting for that question all day, meeting your hand on his chest, moving it, holding it while it rests on his lap "Well, it was mostly interviews and shooting for promotions for the team, after that we had a few drinks."

You listened intently as he got into the details of his day, complaining mostly. Giving your thoughts and opinions whenever he asked.

"That's about it. What did you do the whole day?" He asked after wrapping up his day, "Nothing really, just watched TV and cleaned up here a bit, " you said plainly before you stood up from the couch.

"Something I ordered came in the mail though," you said with a smile on your face. "Yeah? What is it?" He asked, as your smile peaked his intrest.

You took his hand, pulling him over to the bedroom, perverted thoughts alredy entering his mind, thinking you probably ordered some slutty liengre and wanted to show him.

You sat him down on the bed as you escaped into the bathroom, asking him to wait for a moment as you closed the door.

As soon as that door shuts he alredy started imagining what you're gonna walk out wearing, probably wearing something tight and strapy, an idiotic smile alredy appearing on his lips from picturing you in something that small.

But he remembered you weren't the type to get something like that, maybe a new dress? Something light for summer. His past thoughts still lingering no matter how cute the dress would be, imagining just lifting it over your hips and fucking you dumb.

His hands covered his red tinted face from just imagening it, sexual frustration just from you keeping him in suspense, "Ken? You ready?" Your voice through the door snapping him back to reality "Huh? Yeah, yeah." He said, a slight stutter from his voice.

You creecked the door open, as he took a deep breath, he opened his eyes.

You wore an oversized jearsy with his team's name on it, it looked simple enough, He thought it was cute, swing you show support for his team, practicly his second family.

Until you turned around, moving your hair to the side and there he saw it, a big 7 and his last name on your back.

You couldn't miss it either, it was right there, black bold lettering on the thin white fabric. You walked closer to him as his eyes were fixated on the way it hugged your body and how your thighs were peaking of out of the fabric just bearly.

Straddling his lap as he still couldn't find the strength to move a muscle, until he did.

His shaky hand going under the jersey, rubbing your bare hip, as you kissed him, your hands running through his hair as his hands creeped up your thigh looking for some panties to pull down, truely a perfect way to end his day he thought.

A giggle exits your mouth as he pulled away from the kiss, a puzzled look on his face before he felt you push him down on the bed snapping him back to attention suddenly, your mouth alredy leaving marks on his neck eagerly, seeming like the both of you werent even on the same wavelength.

"You arnt gonna find something down there, I'm not wearing anything" you whisper nonchalantly before continuing to attack his neck with kisses and love bites.

Basically hinting the fact that you're weren't wearing panties.

"You planned this didn't you" he breathed out

Is eyebrows widen in suprise, he takes a mintue sinking it it before accepting his fate before he layed back with stupid smirk, enjoying the free hickies while he undid his jeans.

In a few minutes you found yourself under him, the jersey just slightly above your midriff, his eyes widened. Holy shit, you really weren't wearing anything under that.

His signiture grin on his face as he pulled down his jeans just above his thighs, he swore he saw hearts in your eyes when you felt him press against you.

He had a feeling you've been pent up for a while, he was just too busy to do anything about it, until now ofcourse.

You felt him pick you up and made you lay on your stomach, pulling your hips right against him, feeling him throb in-between your legs, so close yet so far from where you realy wanted it, you felt his hand grip onto the flesh of your hips.

He leaned down, closing the distance between you two, his chest right against your back and his lips millimeters away from your ear "Feel that? All for you babe." He said in a husky tone, right against your ear, a grin on his lips after hearing a whine come out of your mouth hearing those words.

Your body jolted, feeling something familiar prod inside you, His mouth still right against your ear, not changing a single thing. you heard his breath hitch everytime he gets deeper.

Your body shivered from the feeling, you've missed this. You've both missed this.

He held your hands over your head, pressing them against the bed sheets as he gently bucked his hips, moving carefully feeling how tight you were around him yet taking him so well.

He was taking it in, fucking his perfect girlfriend, having her perfect voice loud enough to echo around the house, thanking his perfect self he got a place far from anyone else.

He got to have you, all to himself, after a long work day, wearing a jersey with his name on it.

With his name on it.

He let's go of your hands remembering something, one of them holding you by your hips, rutting in and out of you while the other one tucks your hair to the side of your shoulder, revealing the back design of his last name and player number on your back.

Shit, he felt so egotistical and narcissistic but this was better than any kind of liengre or sundress you could ever buy.

Looked like a scene from a wet dream he could've had.

You felt him pick up the pace, started moving aimlessly yet his tip kept rubbing the perfect spongey spot inside you. Your voice started raising, getting louder than it always was, not like you could say anything from your fucked out state.

His muscles started to tense, getting lost into he feeling of being inside you, spitting out praise.

"You're doing great baby," or "you look so fucking good for me." He'd coo, with just saying how much he loves you, and parts of you like how your hair was a mess, how perfect it looked when his cock would disappear inside you, or just worshiping your ass.

And most importantly that desperate arch on your back, only making it easier for him to hit that sweet spot over and over again.

The room being filled with the sound of moans, skin slapping against skin and the creaking of the bedframe. Laser focused on the overwhelming feeling of your walls around him, fluids dripping down your thigh, staining the bed sheets.

"Fuckk, Kenji, Kenji!" you cried out, making him stutter in his thrusts, hearing his name escape your lips a few times.

Hundreds, thousands, even millions of fans have cried out his name but nothing was quite like that one.

He kept going, this time with quicker, more feverish thrusts making you start to babbel words, "Whyd you stop?" He teased "cmon, who do you belong to?" He said, a sinister laugh following his remark.

"You" you breathed out still being thrusted in and out to, "names baby, I'm gonna need names." He said in a faux pity tone, you didn't even have to turn around to know he had the biggest, dumbest smile on his face right now.

You melted in his grip, you moaned his name again with more passion, feeding that ego of his. Knowing only he was the one making you feel like this, the leg trembling, spot hitting, eye watering kind of sex.

With his player number and last name on your back, he was thinking of finnishing inside and starting a family alredy, making you really his.

But that would be a bit too much to baby trap you, he knew you weren't going anywhere.

Seeing his last name on your back just drove him crazy, sining in the thought that one place, one day, that's gonna be yours too.

He wakes up from his baby fever trance to your voice "Fuck, Kenji... I'm so fucking close" you curse out, your hand meeting his, his other one continually making you bounce against him.

His spare hand layers over yours, holding it against the bedsheets, as he closes the distance once more, his lips right against hers, "Go on, you've earned it." He says before buying his face into the crook of your neck.

At that moment, you started seeing stars

He feels your walls tightening around him and you moan out his name for the final time. Seeing your body tense up and legs shake for him was something he would never forget the feeling of, knowing how good he made you feel never gets old.

His thrusts slow down as you come down from your high. He pulls out stroking his shaft a few times to the view of your fucked out body, using the white opaque liquid as lube, spilling his warm seed onto your curves, some hitting the new jersey by accident.

"Shit, you might want to wash it now." He laughed, you were too tired to make a comment on him alredy cumming on your new jersey.

Minutes pass, maybe around an hour. You see your loving boyfriend bring you your favorite tea "still sore?" He asked, "just a bit.." you reply back.

Now in a new pair of clothes and him snuggling up to you in bed, turning on the TV and putting on both your favorite series.

Truley, the perfect way to end both your days.

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A/N : Haven't posted in a hot minute, I know. Sorry to my followers, I know this is something new, but I swear the bnha fics r coming, there somewhere in my files 😭

A/N : Those who've read in in the first 13 hours actually pointed out there was a typo, so thank you for that <3. I'll try to spell check more diligently since I mostly only write late at night <33

[lxnarphase]

As a society we need to appreciate Suguru fingerfucking fem!reader as if it was nothing but an everyday task.

yes i have an indifference kink.

━━ ❝ INCOMING CALL : S. GOJO!!! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : suguru isn't going to let a phone call interrupt his wrist work out, especially when he realizes who's calling

☾₊‧⁺...cw : suguru geto x fem!reader ft. satoru gojo, smut, fingerfucking, pre-established relationship, exhibitionism, voyeurism, dirty talk, begging, suguru and satoru being perverts, suguru is a bad influence

☾₊‧⁺...a/n : mmm iM A FREAK !!! sorry i couldnt help but throw gojo in there too for a lil extraness so i hope u like it, suguru is just a big meanie but i love it

"oh, satoru's calling."

beep.

"hey, satoru, what's up?"

he was annoying. so, so, SO annoying.

only suguru would have the fucking nerve to whine and beg for you to leave the comfort of your soft sheets on the bed on your rest day to sit on the couch next to him while he watches some game show.

only suguru would pat your thighs, muttering a little 'open up, baby' without taking his eyes off the screen, acting as if he's more into it than you.

only suguru would smirk as he slips his fingers inside your soft pussy, humming as he slowly feels you begin to soak his fingers, teasing you on how quickly you get wet for him.

and only suguru would answer his fucking phone to gojo satoru of all people while he plays with your pussy.

"ehhh? you want to come over? but you were just here this morning," suguru hums into the phone, acting as if his fingers aren't swirling circles into your clit. it's so unfair, he's so good with his hands that you aren't sure how you're gonna be able to stay quiet. satoru never knew when to shut up, especially on the phone.

"aww, but i didn't get to see pipsqueak today!"

that makes you huff, annoyance crossing your features. you were not that small! satoru and suguru were just! abnormally tall!

before you can even mutter a snide comment, suguru slips his fingers back into you, smirking when you gasp so sweetly. your gushing all over his slender fingers and he's relishing the tight heat that envelops him.

"aww, satoru," suguru fucking purrs into the phone, not missing the way satoru's teasing comments pause for a moment nor the way you shook him a look. you know that tone, you know it better than anyone.

suguru is up to no fucking good.

"you're right, you did miss her. poor thing was so tired from last night, she needed to sleep in." suguru's focus is back on the TV, voice mischievous as he picks up pace with his finger, wanting to see if he could get you to crack.

"s-sugu," you whimper, a hand coming to cover your mouth. you didn't want to get too loud, the embarrassment of satoru possibly hearing you sounding worse than death. suguru nearly groaned into the phone, feeling how you squeezed on him.

"awww, baby, thinkin' about satoru hearing you is getting you this wet? hm?"

suguru's grip on your thigh to keep you spread for him is firm, his fingers digging into your soft skin as he holds you in place. it's so unfair how he continues to multitask so effortlessly, his phone in his other hand away from his face so he can say such filthy things to you.

it's unfair because it's just making you wetter.

"it's so cute how you get so wet for me, soaking my hand just from two fingers...now shh, baby, i gotta talk to satoru," he coos at you, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, like he's not fucking your cunt open with those slender digits of his.

without hesitation, he maneuvers his fingers deeper into the plush, wet heat of your pussy, curling them in a way that made your body arch instinctively as he brings his phone back to his ear, talking to satoru like nothing is happening.

while satoru continues to talk suguru's ear off, you are struggling so bad. it's hard to stay quiet with the way he's touching you. you don't get it, why is he still on the phone? each stroke of his stupid fingers keeps you wound up, unable to think properly, which lets to a sweet whimper leaving you before you can stop it.

"shhh, keep it down, baby," suguru whispers, leaning closer to you, his breath hot against your cheek. "we don't want satoru to hear what a naughty little slut you're being for me, would we?" he's so cruel, his words only making you shiver at the thrill of the situation. feeling you clench on his fingers, he hums curouisly. "oh..? maybe you do. you wanna have satoru hear you get your pussy played with?"

you shake your head, not wanting to deal with the endless teasing from suguru and satoru from being in this situation. but while you was keeping your mouth shut, your pussy betrays you. you're so wet, the sounds of your cunt gushing and sloshing around his fingers start to get picked up by the phone, and satoru noticed.

he could fucking hear the wet slick noises of suguru's fingers messing up your soft slit, and the sound stuns him into silence. he glups, something suguru hears and can't help but smirk about.

he's got the both of you exactly where he wants you.

after a few moments of silence, satoru clears his throat.

"i-is, uh...is she there?"

he's...he's curious, so curious to see if suguru will keep playing this game, keep pretending like he's not fucking you open with his fingers so good that he can hear it through the phone. shit, he's getting so hard from this, he feels like a fucking perv.

suguru's eyes flash with something dangerous at satoru's shaky words, his smirk turning almost evil. you want to glare at him, do something for putting you in such an embarrassing situation, but you just can't. not with how good he's making you feel and how the thought of satoru hearing you makes your walls clamp on his fingers.

suguru maintains his composure, fingers never faltering their movements in and out of your dripping cunt. "mm, i dunno, satoru, what do you think," he asks coolly, his voice a seductive blend of mockery and affection.

"suguruuu, h-he's gonna hear me," you whimper as your arm reaches out to grip his wrist, trying to stop his fingers from moving anymore. it was so messy sounding, your face was on fire. god, why did you have to get so wet from suguru being so mean?!

your breaths come in ragged gasps, hips moving instinctively against suguru's hand, unconsciously seeking more. you just can't help it, he's playing with your pussy so good, it's making your brain mushy.

the squelching sound of your slick wetness is unmistakable to satoru. on the other side of the phone, he's got his phone squished against his ear as much as possible, desperate to hear all of your noises. he's...he's hard, but he can't touch, not yet, he doesn't want any distractions from this.

"fuck, i-i can hear her, suguru...i-is she really wet?"

"mhm. she's dripping, 'toru, all over the couch."

without missing a beat, suguru moves the phone closer to you, continuing work his fingers inside your dripping slit. if you say anything, he'd just smirk at you and say he's just repositioning so his hand doesn't hurt.

but you know he's moving it closer to give satoru a better chance of hearing all your noises. and it just makes you squeeze on his fingers, your juices dripping down his wrist.

"here, angel. talk to satoru for me, yeah?"

...oh, what the hell?

your brain is already fucking melting out of your ears, you don't even think about what would happen if you take the phone. your hand trembles as you take the phone, the other hand clutching at the couch cushions for support.

the moment you bring the phone to you, you can hear satoru's excited breathing, the anticipation practically radiating through the speaker.

"h-hi, satoru..." you manage to greet him, voice breaking as suguru finds another sensitive spot within you, his free hand now pressing down on your tummy as he really starts to fuck you with his fingers.

"h-hey, sweet thing," satoru tries to purr, but it just comes out like a desperate sigh, a mix of curiosity and arousal clear in his tone. "you...you sound so pretty..."

suguru doesn't relent for a moment, his pretty fingers plunging and twisting inside you. sure, he wants you to be able to talk to satoru, but that doesn't mean you have to be incoherent. no, he wants you to be unable to hold back those moans from him.

who cares if his best friend is on the other line?

"c'mon, princess, tell him how you're feelin'," suguru whispers into your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "let him know how good 'm makin' your pretty pussy feel right now."

his voice sounds so good in your ear, your grip on the phone tightening as you try to hold onto the last shred of your composure.

"s-sugu, don't talk t' me like that, fuck, 's so embarrassing..."

he knows you don't mean it, not when he feels your gummy walls clench on him like that. you like it, you like when he's mean, when he makes you talk to him and tell him how good he's making you feel. but it feels even better because you know satoru is gonna hear how good suguru, his best friend, makes you feel with just his fingers.

the sensation of suguru's fingers, slick and sticky with your arousal, moving relentlessly inside your soft pussy and pressing against that fucking spot that makes you gush all over his hands, is making having any coherent thought nearly impossible.

"s-suguruuu, i-i can't, 'm gonna—!"

on the other end, satoru bites his lip to muffle his groan, the mental image of the scene flashing in his mind. his mind is going blank as the wet sounds of his best friend's fingers and your labored breaths and broken little moans fills his ears.

but then, they stop.

you let out the prettiest little moan and satoru feel his cock throb in his sweats, the feeling of precum leaking out making him shiver.

god, he wants to hear you like that all the time...

"s-suguru, why'd you—?"

"are you coming over or not, satoru? wouldn't you rather see her than hear her? if you come over, i'll teach you how t' make her squirt."

that seems to be all it takes to get him to keen, a high pitched and pathetic whimper coming from satoru's end of the call. who knew suguru could get the strongest to make such a sound just from a simple set of words?

"i'm on my way right now, please, don't let her cum without me there."

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[femmeroll]

okay i fear i enjoyed writing about older!sevika too much so here’s more i guess!

sevika x fem reader

cw: fluff and a tiny bit of smut, age gap, modern setting, sexting, sevika is old bless her heart

older!sevika is so bad at technology it’s insane. she’s gen x, okay! she didn’t grow up with it like you did! it takes her forever to figure out apple carplay in her truck. once she does she plays the playlist you made her every time she drives.

she has no profile picture on spotify and her username is ‘Sevika123456’. you’re her only follower.

older!sevika gets so awkward when you take pictures of her. she’ll turn her head away or cover her face whenever you get your phone out.

“baby, no pictures please. i don’t wanna be on your snapchats or whatever.”

“it’s just for my camera roll, sev, relax. smile for me, handsome. so cute!”

older!sevika has a framed picture of you two in her office at work. (thank you to my friend who said modern sev would be a psychologist bc im obsessed)

one of her clients asks about ‘the girl in the picture’ after a session. she goes twenty minutes overtime gushing about you to her client who literally doesn’t care at all.

older!sevika still has cable and refuses to get rid of it. CNN is the default channel of her tv. she doesn’t understand paying for a million streaming services even though she pays for like…so many channels that she doesn’t even watch.

“look, sweetie. i recorded all the episodes of your favorite show for you. can netflix do that?”

“yes, sevika. netflix absolutely does that.”

older!sevika doesn’t understand any of your niche internet references. if you’re hopelessly chronically online like me, you are constantly quoting the most random shit.

she tried on a suit for some event for you once. you looked at her and said “who is the diva?” and poor sevi was so confused :( she has no idea what all that means.

older!sevika has a piece of masking tape over her laptop camera because she’s convinced that the government is watching her.

when she gets an add for something online that she was talking about the day before, she’ll immediately tell you that the government heard her.

older!sevika freaks out when you start sexting her randomly. she’s hella confused at first but sorta gets it after a while.

‘i’m touching myself thinking about u sev :/ i miss ur body so much’

‘Wow! 🔥🤤 I will be home soon.’

‘were the emojis really necessary’

in conclusion older!sevika has my fuckin heart🤍 i’m so in love with her it’s insane

[xneens]

not his girlfriend

you’re not his girlfriend, but …

You're not his girlfriend, but you're the first person to listen to his ramblings. The first time he realizes, he notices he's been talking for too long without taking a breath, and you're still paying attention to what he's saying. Microbiology. You know nothing about the subject, asking him to clarify stuff while he talks. He's surprised because everyone always stops him.

You're not his girlfriend, but he knows your coffee orders. They're all disgustingly sweet, as the teams point out, but he knows what to get depending on the day. No matter how urgent the briefing is, he goes out of his way to stop at your favorite coffee shop. Every day, you're greeted with a fresh cup of coffee and a smile.

You're not his girlfriend, but he comforts you after emotionally hard cases. You often find yourself in his arms after wrapping up the cases, resting your head against his chest, allowing him to stroke your hair. He'll spend the flight next to you, his pinky resting on your arm as a way to ground you without the rest of the team exchanging glances.

You're not his girlfriend, but you don't leave his side when he gets shot on the field. You hold his hand as the paramedics carry him in the ambulance, and you only let go when they take him into surgery. He wakes with you by his side, his fingers immediately intertwining with yours before he's even fully awake. You smile and tell him he's an idiot for taking that bullet for you. He replies back with a smile and a, "Better for me to be injured than you."

You're not his girlfriend, but he makes sure you're paired up on cases. He goes to shooting practices to prove to Hotch he can be on the field with you, to prove that he can protect you. He does the stuff you don't want to, mostly readings you don't want to spend hours on or bagging up a used condom from the toilet.

You're not his girlfriend, but you go to every nerdy event with him. Whether it's a Spock convention or some nature documentary showing, you're there by his side. No longer does he find the seats next to him empty. Instead, when he looks over, he sees you and smiles, because now he's not alone.

You're not his girlfriend, but his mom thinks you are. When you spend a few days in Las Vegas for a case, you visit his mom with him, meeting her for the first time. She greets you, smiling coyly at her son, asking you if you like dating her son. He spends the next few minutes trying to convince her you're just friends. And the rest of the month trying to convince himself.

You're not his girlfriend, but he kills the man holding you hostage. He's the first to notice you gone, and he's the first to burst through the door, gun out. He doesn't bother talking to the unsub, doesn't bother descaling the situation, doesn't bother to wait for the rest of the team to enter before delivering a bullet through the man's head. He doesn't bother stepping over the body before he unties you and takes you in his arms.

You're not his girlfriend, but he covers you with a blanket when you fall asleep. He turns the TV off, placing a pillow under your head softly, making sure you don't wake up with a sore neck. He strokes your cheek with the back of his hand, longing in his eyes as he watches you breathe.

You're not his girlfriend, but he wishes you were.

[softbabybelle]

corruption 001. 𓍯𓂃 rֶָ֢ cameron

rafe cameron x shy!reader

𝜗𝜚 Summary : rafe finds sarah's best friend sitting in her room after she sneaks out to see her boyfriend, topper, and offers to keep her busy while teaching her something new.

𝜗𝜚 words : 2.5k

𝜗𝜚 c!w : weed, smoking, drvgs, suggestive.

part 2. part 3.

by the time sarah had re-entered her own bedroom, you were laying on your back across her bed, twisting your hair above your face, absentmindedly playing with the strands.

"i have a favour to ask." upon hearing your best friend's voice, you turned so you were laying on your stomach.

you liked having sleepover's with sarah but sometimes, she wasn't all that reliable. "m'kay." though you already had an idea what following words would pass her lips.

"i just got off the phone with topper and he wants me to go meet him." she settled herself against her drawers. "but my dad'll kill me if i stay out past curfew. think you could cover for me?"

you batted your lids at the girl, frowning for various reasons. you'd brought all your stuff so you and sarah could hang out, you were getting a little tired of her using you as an excuse to see her boyfriend and you were downright petrified of ward cameron. there was something awfully frightening about your friends' parents.

but you didn't like to be troublesome. so a small "okay." passed your lips with a thin smile.

it took sarah less than twenty minutes to get ready and before you knew it, you were waving goodbye as she snuck out the window.

she left the tv on so you could watch one of your shows but you were much more inclined to reading the book in your bag. at this point, you'd grown accustomed to sarah leaving you during the middle of your sleepover's, you had to come prepared.

the reason she invited you over and snuck out was because she knew ward wouldn't dare go near her room when she had a friend over. none of her family did.

well, none aside from one.

"sarah!" you heard a familiar voice from behind the door followed by a bang against it that rafe cameron would later excuse as a 'knock'. "listen, i know you took my fuckin' charger, so give it ba―oh."

rafe was sarah's older brother, you'd seen him around plenty of times and he'd surely seen you. at this point, you practically lived in the house. many times you'd sat across from him at the dinner table or sat on the beach chairs with sarah while he was in the pool. though you didn't often speak to him.

perhaps that was your fault more than it was his, though.

"you're here." he stated, glancing around the room for the white charger he was missing.

rafe often initiated conversation with you but it was only in your shy nature to nod after he said something and use less than two words to communicate before scurrying down the hall after sarah.

this time, she wasn't here to be your human shield.

"uhm, yeah." you sort of just squirmed, hoping he didn't ask about why you were in here alone.

but you didn't often get what you hoped for. "where's sarah?" snatching up the charger. upon his question, you blinked at him, a stretch of panic flashed across your face. you didn't even need to say anything, your look gave it all away. "snuck out with topper, huh?"

your top lip snuck your bottom teeth in. "please don't tell." you weren't used to being so confined with rafe. sure, you'd been in a hallway with him before but come to think of it, you weren't sure you'd ever been in a small room like sarah's, alone, with the door shut.

"wasn't going to." he counters. his eyes pass over the room, raking down to you. you were sitting on the bed with a little book in your hands, pink bookmark sticking out from the page you left it on. "you don't need to be sittin' pretty in here all alone, though." he approached the door before turning to face you. "you comin'?"

it was as if he'd expected you to follow. you hastily stood, pink blush across your cheeks. "where are we going?"

he shrugged. "my room." as if it'd been obvious.

a nervous pit swirled in your stomach. you hadn't spent enough alone time with rafe to be invited into his bedroom. sarah was the one out of the two of you who talked to many guys. you kind of just stood idly by, a nervous look on your face as you bit your bottom lip and angled your head to look at the ground. you supposed rafe wasn't so bad, though.

after all, you practically grew up with the boy.

but that didn't make it any easier.

"so, uh, how's school?" he sniffed, inviting you into the room before shutting the door closed.

you'd been around sarah and her friends long enough to know that the smell swirling the room was weed. something you'd never so much as touched. the room also had a smell of some expensive cologne, the same one you often detected from rafe.

"it's okay." you offered, standing idly near his dresser, hands messing with the hem of your shirt. "what about you?"

a soft sort of smirk fell across his face. "i'm not in school anymore." he reminded you before taking a seat on the bed, taking something out from the beside table's drawer.

"i knew that, sorry." you felt your face flush. you hated this, always making yourself look silly when you spoke to rafe. it was why you avoided him in the first place. you wanted nothing more than to run out of the room to where you came from. but sarah was gone, meaning you had nobody to use as an excuse or a getaway.

you'd merely have to endure.

he didn't say anything, only offering a humorous huff from his lips.

"you mind?" your eyes trailed down to what was in his hands, the source of the smell you'd detected earlier. "asked you a question, sweetheart."

"oh, uhm." your eyes snapped up to meet his, head feeling floaty at the name. "i don't mind if you smoke. it's you're room."

again, he offered no response but continued to take out his pieces. he was currently in search of a lighter. "what are you standin' all the way over there for? sit down. i don't bite." but there was a quirk to his lips when he said it that made you think he did bite.

"sorry." you mumbled before shuffling to the bed to sit on the furthest edge you could.

you didn't miss the way rafe rolled his eyes. he looked back at you, studying your features. "split one with me?" he was testing the waters. he knew you enough to gauge assumptions about you. asking him? you didn't drink, didn't smoke, didn't have sex. you were the type of girl who stayed in your friends bedroom reading a book while they snuck out to meet their boyfriend.

he wanted to see if you'd give in.

your eyes were watching his hands, the way he rolled paper between his fingers. "uhm, 've never smoked."

ding ding ding.

he cocked his head. "want to try?" he could see immediate panic flash across your features. in a way, it was exactly what he wanted. he wanted to soothe you into this, not for you to instantly kneel at his every command. he knew you weren't easy. "c'mon, baby, 's just me. promise i won't let anything happen to you."

"i don't know." you shook your head slightly.

you were no stranger to the names he used on you. he often spoke them in a soft yet playful voice, especially around sarah. you just thought he liked seeing his sister get angry, tossing a pillow his way and telling him to stop treating you like one of his 'notches on his belt' but if he was only keen on making sarah angry, then why was he calling you such things while you were alone, sarah nowhere in sight?

"how long have you known me?" since you were very, very young. "one can't hurt. you trust me?" you slowly nodded, eyes still wavering to his hands. "so what'do you say?"

you knew you shouldn't. if your parents ever found out, they'd kill you with their bare hands and rafe would be next in their death note journal.

but there was something about the way he was looking at you that had your stomach folding in two.

besides, you never did like upsetting people.

if you didn't say yes, rafe would think that you didn't like him. he would be upset that you'd be so mean to refuse such a kind offer.

so nonetheless, a small squeak of an "okay." left your lips.

"atta girl. c'mere." he gestured down and you blinked at him confusedly. was he asking you to sit in his lap? you swallowed thickly. "c'mere." he repeated, this time between a soft chuckle. he reached out for you, helping you to sit flush against his lap.

instantly, you swore you had never been so red in your life.

your eyes were all wide and embarrassed, cheeks flaming red hot while you tucked your bottom lip under your top one again. a habit you supposed you'd die with. to say you were shocked to feel his hand against your face was an understatement. his thumb pulled at your lip from between your teeth, securing it away from harm. "don't do that." he mumbled. "you know how to take a pull?"

awkward and embarrassed were two words you swore were forgetting their meaning. this was above and beyond that. "you just... suck, right?" you squirmed in his lap at your own words.

"inhale, sweetheart." he moved the rolled blunt up to your lips. "open." you complied and he stuck it between the two, lifting the lighter to set the top to a low burn. "don't try to keep it in, 'kay?"

you nodded, inhaling the blunt and finding a strange sensation fill your mouth.

you'd never smoked a cigarette before, much less a blunt.

it was a weird feeling but you did what he said, you didn't try to keep it in. you moved the blunt from your lips with your fingers and didn't feel the need to couch heavily. you just blew the smokey air back out.

"good girl." the soft pads of his fingers trailed softly against your bare thighs below your sleep shorts. you felt your stomach do flips at the praise. "did so well. you sure you haven't done this before?"

you nodded with a slight giggle. "'m sure."

you watched as he lifted the blunt to his lips, taking a drag, then another. he didn't seem as phased as he did. "mm, don' know if i believe you on that one, princess."

"i haven't!" your hips gently reached up against his own. "swear." before simmering back down.

he lifted the blunt to your lips. this time, he didn't need to tell you to part your mouth, you just did it. "cross your heart 'n hope to die?"

he was staring at you so intently that you swore you'd never seen anyone's eyes so vividly, never been more interested in the squiggles of blue in someone's iris or the way his pupils slowly began expanding.

all you could offer was a slow nod as he watched you take another inhale of the blunt, eyes suddenly now steady on your lips, watching you stain the end of the paper pink with lipgloss.

a smirk fell on his lips as he leaned back onto the headboard. one minute, you were too shy to leave sarah's room, now you were sitting on his lap, smoking a blunt with him.

rafe merely had a way with women.

"so what, you feel like 'm corrupting you yet?" his steady smirk and sly hand trailing up your thigh.

a giggle passed your lips as you shook your head. "no."

he hummed. "plenty of time for that." you weren't too sure what he'd meant, though you hadn't actually asked him either.

it didn't take long for you to get high. rafe realised this within less than a few minutes. your pupils had turned wide, eyes gone glassy and suddenly you couldn't stop licking your already wet lips. you were staring at him, a little too much, not that he was complaining. he'd spent too long waiting for you to shyly meet his eye. with the weed in your system, you couldn't seem to look away.

"can i ask you something?" his voice was low, hardly a whisper as he spoke now, as if afraid he'd awake something and the room would turn to dust, the moment would fade from his memory and this moment would dissappear.

"uh-huh." you were busy looking at him, downright gawking. your eyes were shamelessly staring right at his lips.

he wasn't as buzzed as you. but to be honest, he'd been doing this a long time before you. "have you ever been kissed?"

it was his turn for his eyes to advert to your lips. all glossy and wet. for the thousandth time, your tongue peaked out, wetting them again before biting your bottom lip.

he couldn't get you to stop biting it, no matter how hard he tried.

he'd merely have to train you, when the time came.

"mm-mm." you shook your head at him. finally, your eyes broke from his lips and looked up at his eyes. he could see now, how truly buzzed you were. your eyes were all red and glassy, it was almost as if he could feel you floating. you tilted your head at him. "are you gonna kiss me?"

his hands ran up and down against your skin. "do you want me to?" a hesitant nod followed his question. "say please." pulling the blunt up to his lips for another drag. it was almost out now.

it was a mindless tease but he felt you squirm in his lap again. "please, rafe." voice but a whiney murmur.

he blew the smoke out from his lips and watched it fall into your own parted mouth.

your eyes fluttered shut and he didn't give you a chance to think, his lips replacing the smoke. his were hungry, your's were soft, inviting. and he took the invite as soon as it'd been handed to him. his hand ran up your back, shoving your body as close to his own as he could. he wanted the heat to envelope him, wanted your skin against his own. wanted so badly to rip off every piece of clothing that tainted you. wanted you to be his for the taking.

but the way you suddenly pulled back, those doey, bloodshot eyes and fearful voice murmuring the words, "you're not gonna tell sarah, are you?" told rafe exactly what he already knew.

he need to be patient with you. take his time unravelling you until there was nothing left.

he shook his head, fingers soft against your face, running across your cheek.

"don't worry, sweetheart, your dirty secret's safe with me."

[miserycanary]

DEFINITELY NUTS ᡣ𐭩 ⤷ next

pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley & model!fem!reader

synopsis: Ghost mentions you but 141 doesn't believe that he got a wife

tags: crack (well, attempted), fluff

Ghost’s strict rules for privacy are something the 141 has known for years now. He’s not the type of person to blab about his personal life and often chooses just to keep quiet. So, imagine their surprise when he suddenly says that he’s going to take a day off because his wife asked him to watch a play. 

“Price, ‘am not gonna be here tomorrow. Got a date with my missus.”

All eyes are on him, everyone stills. “WIFE? Since when?!” Soap exclaimed, finally breaking the silence. His eyes were almost bulging out his eyes. “Never told you about her?” Ghost hums, unamused by the Scottish’s exclaim. “Johnny here does have a reasonable reaction. You never tell us anything ‘bout you, mate,” Price joined, chuckling and pulling out a cigar. The man just contemplates before brushing it off and bidding farewell, leaving the group confused. 

“Ain’t no way he’s telling us the truth. That man ain’t got no bone in his body to bag someone,” Soap voiced out, looking for anyone to support his disbelief. “I mean..” Gaz whistles out, crossing his arms over his chest and tilting his head as if he’s agreeing to some extent. That’s when, unbeknownst to Ghost, he got the reputation of being delusional and a liar. 

Soap, still doubtful days later, watches the lieutenant with a vision like a hawk. “Hey, lieutenant.” Ghost snaps his head up, looking at him. “How was the date with your wife?” Immediately, everyone else stopped what they were doing, silently listening. It was obvious he was baiting Ghost, emphasizing the wife as if putting on quotes. They weren’t as nosy as Soap but each one of them still held a bit of doubtness that the brick wall of the team managed to get a girl, and even marry her.

“It was okay. The missus had fun,” Ghost chuckles, fondly remembering how you were beaming on the way, rambling about the plot of the play. “Can we see pictures?” Soap smirked thinking he finally got the lieutenant but was taken aback when Ghost only shrugged and pulled out his phone before freezing. “Ah, we didn’t take pictures yesterday. Said she wanted to live in the moment.” 

Soap whipped his head to signal to Gaz, seemingly saying ‘See? He’s definitely lying! How convenient he has no pictures.” 

“How about just a picture of your wife?” Kyle suggested, now invested while Price seemed to be shaking his head in the corner. “I have none with me but..” With a few clicks, Ghost holds up his phone for everyone to see. Like birds, everyone flocked around him, curious to see. For a while, everyone was surprised and sure the man was lying. I mean, he just showed them a picture of a drop-dead gorgeous model from a magazine! 

‘He's definitely lost it’ everyone seemed to think, offering pity glances at the man who had this prideful shine in his eyes. Walking up to his superior, Soap patted him on the back. “It’s fine, mate… we understand how difficult it must be.” ‘not having a lady at all’

Thinking Johnny meant about your hectic schedule, he agreed. “It’s quite tough but we make it work,” he chuckled which made everyone wince.

‘Definitely nuts!’

Weeks passed after that and the topic never got brought up, until Ghost came in with a bento in hand covered with a handkerchief with frilly ends. When asked about it, he replied, “Ah, wife’s testing out recipes for an upcoming TV show. ‘S been practicing and asked me to bring one.” Once again, he was given pity glances and even heard a defeated sigh from Soap. 

‘He’s too far gone’

“How’s work?” you ask, dazedly paying attention to the movie you guys put, more invested in burying your face in Simon’s chest while he drapes both arms on your waist, completely engulfing your torso under his muscles. “Been getting a few weird stares,” he mumbles, playing with your hair and pressing kisses on your forehead. “Why?” you peer up, resting your chin on his shoulder. “I don’ know, princess.”

Meanwhile…

“Should we just… finally set the lieutenant on a date? I feel bad. I mean, he even lied about his “wife” making him lunch,” Johnny sighed.

“Probably the best idea,” Kyle nodded.

Now Price… he knows the truth. He met you before when you dropped by, asking for Ghost— which ended horribly— but he’ll lying if he said he’s not getting a kick out of this.

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[jymwahuwu]

Inspired by @hunnieknight art 🐾💖 quickly wrote something

cw: hybirds AU, puppy hybrid! reader and puppy hybrid! Capitano, mating mentioned but no detailed description

Morning is the moment you wake up smelling the sunny-side-up egg. You lie on the comfortable bed, your hands gently clenched into fists, your consciousness is blurry, but…it's the fragrance. You climbed out of bed and rushed to Mavuika's position with excitement. While she was frying eggs, she rubbed your ears and patted your head. "You can sleep a little longer," you responded by rubbing your cheek against her leg, giggling.

Hmm… there's an unusual smell in the air… what's that?

You searched the carpet and looked toward the window. There was one of its kind covered in a black mask - it was a large dog. His black ears and tail are imposing, and his chest and arms are muscular. Just by looking at it, you can tell that he is much stronger than you. Oops! He noticed you.

Mavuika glanced there casually. Isn't he much bigger than her favorite puppy? The next door neighbor is Tsaritsa from Snezhnaya. She turned down Venti’s poetry sharing party, declined Ei’s meditation course, and had no interest in Focalors’ aquarium. Among the six neighbors in the community, she lived a solitary and unique life. Oh, now she knew she had a loyal companion. She inevitably became wary, like a mother guarding against her daughter being asked out by a man.

"I don't trust that dog, don't go the fence." she ordered. "Be a good puppy."

Capitano stares at you more intently.

You tilt your head to look at her innocently. What is she talking about?

Mavuika doesn't stay at home all the time! She needs to work in the gym during the day. You whimpered and bit the edge of her dress, "Don't go out…" She sighed, coaxing you and promising to bring you snacks when she got home. You cheered and nodded, promising to look after the house and be a good puppy. You run and play with a ball in the living room and chat with your puppy friends on the Internet.

Uh, someone knocked on the window! You arched your back in fear, alert. Hey, he was the neighbor that day…you asked him what happened. Capitano asks if he can play with you. He has his family at home but they are all weird, especially the little fox named Dottore. You agreed, opened the window, and invited him into your home. You chase each other, run in circles, play with tails and ears, and watch TV shows. The two of you also swam and walked around the neighborhood together when Mavuika wasn't home.

One day, Capitano solemnly asks you if he can mate with you. You shyly waggled your tail and agreed. He gets close to you, bites your back gently, and rides on you…

And then…your belly swells. Mavuika took you to the hospital and the doctor said you were pregnant. You watched nervously from behind the door as Mavuika "interrogated" Capitano. You said you'd be fine. Capitano sent more gifts. He is there for you, even though sometimes it is necessary to watch you from the window.

The babies are born. You know what Capitano originally looked like now. Most of them are not like you, but like papa. He is still affectionate, holding your cheek and kissing you 🐾💌

[the-witty-pen-name]

Meddling Mr. Munson

Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: Wayne is your favorite regular at work. Plus- his nephew is really cute.

Warnings: fluff, so much fluff and good feels you’ll get a toothache, allusions to pregnancy, alcohol mentioned, mentions of bullying

The first time you meet Wayne Munson, you’re eight hours into your six hour shift at the only diner in Hawkins that's open twenty-four hours. You’re working the overnight shift, and you were supposed to be relieved at 4:00am, but the waitress who was supposed to relieve you called from a payphone to tell you her bus broke down and she can’t get to work until the replacement arrives. So now, you’re brewing a fresh pot of coffee for the only patron you’ve had before the breakfast rush- which hopefully you’ll be missing.

You chit chat with Mr. Munson while he sits at the counter nursing his black coffee. He works overnight at the plant you’ve learned, and he asks you questions about your college classes. He doesn’t admit it, because he’s not the type, but he really enjoys the daily chats with you as stopping at the diner after work becomes one of his routines.

“You should come meet me for breakfast on your way to school,” Wayne suggests one night when he and Eddie are watching TV. His suggestion is met with Eddie blowing a raspberry and a grumble about not wanting to wake up that early. Wayne tosses his hat at Eddie, harmlessly making Eddie jump. “I ain’t asking,” Wayne reiterates and Eddie nods sheepishly, sinking into the couch.

Your eyes light up when you hear the bell on the front door. You already know it’s one of your favorite regulars before you even look up. “‘Morning, Mr. Munson,” you say cheerfully, “Take a seat, I just put on a fresh pot.” You look up and you’re surprised to see he isn’t alone. “Oh, hi Eddie,” you say with a grin, surprised to see Wayne isn’t alone. Eddie’s brain short circuits because he doesn’t know how you even know him, and you are very pretty.

You step out from behind the counter with two mugs in hand as they slide into a booth. “You don’t remember me,” you tease, filling both the mugs with coffee. Eddie fumbles over his words apologetically and Wayne smirks to himself. “That’s okay, we weren’t really friends,” you explain and tell him your name, “You sat in front of me last year in Ms.O’Donnell’s class. We didn’t really talk much.” He’s silently thanking you for omitting that you didn’t talk because he was hardly there. However, he’s practically soaring that despite that you somehow remembered him and aren’t recoiling in disgust.

“Eddie’s got her again this year,” Wayne interjects and Eddie wants to roll under the booth. He’s suddenly embarrassed that he’s repeating senior year again and he wished you didn’t know that. Wayne means nothing by it, literally just making conversation, and the news Eddie is in her class doesn’t seem to even phase you.

“She’s brutal,” you exhale, “If you want, I think I still have my notes somewhere. They’re all yours.”

“T-that’d be great,” he manages to get out. You smile at him and his limbs feel like clay.

“Yeah, of course,” you wave it off like it’s nothing. “I’ll come back in a few and grab your orders, take your time.”

Wayne is using his menu to hide his grin from Eddie. He didn’t know if Eddie and you would hit it off, he just had hopes. He’s not one to meddle, especially in his nephew’s love life, but when you had told Wayne you didn’t have a boyfriend, he immediately wanted to introduce you to Eddie. He knew Eddie would just reject the idea, so he didn’t say anything.

“She’s cute,” Wayne says after a minute when you disappear behind the door to the kitchen.

“God, cut it out,” Eddie exclaims, dramatically covering his face with his hands. His face is bright red. This seriously can not be happening right now. “Wayne, seriously, you are not seriously trying to set me up right now?”

“I’m just trying to treat my nephew to breakfast, I thought it would be nice. We haven’t done this in a while,” he says evenly, but Eddie knows the truth. “I think I’m gonna get the meat lover’s omelet,” he muses, acting oblivious to Eddie’s antics.

Eddie’s nervous bouncing of his leg is making the booth shake, and the coffee spills out over the rim of the mugs ever so slightly. Wayne slides over extra napkins, and chastises Eddie about leaving rings on the table.

“Are you all set?” You ask, getting your notepad out of the front pocket of your apron. Wayne nods and Eddie is staring blankly at the menu in front of him, paralyzed.

“The pancakes are really good if you’re still trying to decide,” you offer, thinking Eddie is actually reading the menu.

“U-uh yeah, that sounds good,” he replies. You nod and scribble it down on your pad.

“Your usual Wayne?” You ask and he nods.

“You’re the best,” he smiles, passing you the menus.

“It’ll be right out,” you reply, “Do you want me to top these off?” Wayne offers you his empty cup and Eddie manages to shake his head no. You disappear behind the doors again to ring in the order, and Wayne nudges Eddie to snap out of it.

“You’re being rude,” he says, “Look I get it, I’ll stay out of it. But you don’t have to freeze her out. She’s being lovely.”

Of course you’re being lovely, Eddie screams internally. You are lovely! He can’t bring himself to correct his uncle that he’s not ignoring you to spite him, but he’s actually tongue tied and completely fumbling. He can’t give Wayne the satisfaction of being right and he also doesn’t want to say anything out loud in utter fear you’d hear him.

“Food should be right out,” you say with a sweet smile. You walk over to the opposite side of the diner and wipe down a few of the empty booths. Eddie flexes his fingers over his thighs repeatedly to try to relax. Wayne watches Eddie, starting to notice he’s a lot more twitchy than he usually is. Eddie’s always animated but this is new. Maybe, Wayne muses, his little plan might actually be working.

Wayne really only ever wants Eddie to be happy. He’s had a front row seat to the abuse Eddie has received from his peers his whole life. Under the tattoos and the hair and the ripped jeans, Wayne still sees the little boy he tucked into bed and the little boy who sat on the kitchen counter while he helped clean his scraped knees. He wished the pain he had to help Eddie navigate was still that simple. Wayne thought maybe you’d see Eddie the way he did.

You’re nice, and genuinely so. Wayne thought if anyone could see Eddie, truly see him for the amazing kid he was, it would be you. Even if this whole stupid plan of his amounted to nothing more, you’re treating Eddie with such a normal level of human decency and you have no idea how much that means to the both of them. For Wayne, that’s more than he could ever ask for. He knows as much as he’s resisting, Eddie will leave here and go to school feeling a little bit better. For a brief moment in an empty diner, he can see the world isn’t always out to get him. Sometimes, the world is nice- with pretty girls to talk to and uncles who love you more than life itself.

When you bring out the food, Wayne watches the way your eyes linger on Eddie. You’re also being a little shy. He smiles to himself, keeping his head low while he starts to dig into his food. You ask Eddie about his band, and Wayne watches his nephew’s eyes light up, his usual confidence returning to the forefront as he tells you all about Corroded Coffin. You listen, and Wayne realizes you’re not just placating Eddie, you actually care.

“I’ll have to come to another show sometime,” you say, “I say you guys at The Hideout like a couple months ago actually.”

“Really?” Eddie’s eyes widen in disbelief. You giggle, and nod.

“Yup, you guys were awesome,” you assure him. “If you guys ever sell a tape, let me know. I want one.”

As they finish up their breakfast, you drop off the check, and Eddie thinks he might die when he sees you’ve scribbled your number on the receipt for him. The check has been comped and the note read:

“Wayne, Happy to treat my favorite customer! Eddie, in case you’d want to go out sometime? No pressure.” With your number underneath.

The most recent time you saw Wayne Munson, he pulled you into a hug and thanked you for inviting him over. It’s the first time you and Eddie are hosting a holiday in your new apartment.

He smiles as he looks around. You and Eddie have really done an amazing job making a cozy little life together. He smells the turkey finishing up in the oven and he can’t believe he can finally witness his nephew this happy. The two of you insist he sit in the living room while you both finish cooking for him. He’s enjoying watching the two of you work in the kitchen together, moving synchronously like you’ve done this dance a million times before- and you have.

He settles in and Eddie brings him a beer. Wayne looks around at Eddie’s and your new home and he can’t help but beam with pride. This is all he could’ve asked for Eddie- all he’s ever wanted to see him have. Eddie’s still as dopey grinned and smitten as he was the first day back at the diner. Wayne knows you’re the one- he knew before you or Eddie knew.

Eddie’s his son, even if he’ll never be called Dad. He doesn’t want that anyways. But, he knows your the best daughter-in-law he could have ever asked for. A best friend and a confidant from the first day he met you. He’s so glad to have you both together in his life. Little did he know, that tonight after dinner when he’s long past just full- but not too full for pie- Eddie would hold your hand and you’d both sit across from him, giving him the best news he could possibly hear in this lifetime.

His small trio, will shortly be adding a fourth band member.

[gigi-loveless]

summary - loser!roommate!ellie gets you a special new toy.

warnings - smut (duh), use of vibrator, very very light degradation

authors note - this has been sitting in my drafts for like two months 😭 anyways!! requests are open!

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loser!roommate!ellie who is obsessed with toys. and i mean obsessed.

new packages are always on your doorstep from some sketchy ass website, triple wrapped with duct tape. curiously, you peer over her shoulder while she flips out her pocket knife and digs it into the box, breaking the seal with ease.

"what is it, els?" you ponder, brushing your hand over her shoulder sensually.

"shh. you'll see..." she nearly whispers, plucking the small, purple toy out of the box. thighs rubbing together in anticipation, you tilt your head at the oddly shaped item, as ellie smirks at you.

“so this….is a phone controlled vibrator."

oh.

~

“els…..” you mewl out, reaching your fourth orgasm of the night. the knot in your stomach pulsed, the aching becoming unbearable, vision going fuzzy.

“hold it.” she answers nonchalantly, not even bothering to look up from her phone to see the pathetic mess you’ve made before her. scrolling just to flip back to the app for a moment to turn the vibrator up to an agonizing high, pretending to wipe her mouth to cover her shit eating smirk.

“this was just to test it out….i’m supposed to take you out when you can barely behave yourself here?” she chuckles, her fingers drumming against her thigh.

the moans you were suppressing were absolutely sinful to keep to yourself, though ellie urged you to be quiet. just to make things interesting, you let out a pornographic whine, throwing your head back in pleasure. the room goes quiet for a moment, besides the trill of the tv.

“mm…..” ellie hums out, running her fingers through her auburn locks, gesturing her head towards the tv. “js’ watch your show, princess.”

suddenly, the steady, reliable trill of the toy began to pulse erratically against your puffy, throbbing clit, your back arching into it involuntarily. chanting her name like a prayer, your high is approaching quickly, guttural whines finally escaping the confines of your throat.

“thought you were better than that angel….” ellie tuts, taunting you as she strips of her boxers, her favorite light blue strap sitting snugly on her hips.

pt. 2….? this was supposed to just be a drabble but i got carried away oops!

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His Mini Version

His reaction when he saw the little doll version of himself that you possessed.

── .✦ Character x Female Reader (MC)

Included parts in order: Rafayel, Xavier, Zayne, Sylus, Caleb.

♡︎. Tags: fluff, domestic fluff, soft and sweet, plush dolls, established relationship, jealousy (Xavier's part), long distance relationship (Caleb's part)

♡︎. Word count: ~2k4

♡︎. Requested by Yue AuV.

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Rafayel

“Huh?”

Rafayel picked up the plush doll on the table, examined it for a moment, then turned to you and asked, "Is this how you think of me?"

You blinked. "Lovely, right?"

Rafayel frowned. He raised the doll to your eye level and said:

“Hear me out, Miss Bodyguard. I do look handsome and stylish, my physique is toned, with a model-like form. Yet, why... Why is this doll that you believe to resemble me so... chubby?"

"Rafayel!" You shrieked and swiftly grabbed both hands to cover the doll's ears. "How can you say that in front of Little Fish?! He'll feel terrible for himself!"

Rafayel gazed at you, then at the plush doll you had just given a name. His body was spherical, with small arms and legs coming out of it. His face was likewise round and fully linked to his body, resembling a huge cotton ball with purple hair patches on top.

"I've gained a little weight lately," Rafayel said, pouting while rubbing his belly. “But I'm definitely not that round!”

“I made him exactly like you for a purpose. Criticizing him means you are criticizing yourself.”

Rafayel did not give up. He took up Little Fish and brought it near to your face so you could compare. 

“Don't you think he's muuuuuuuuch less attractive than me? His body is not as beautiful as mine. He is not as cute or talented as me. Can he paint? Can he make you laugh? What makes you think he can ever replace me?!”

You tried not to laugh when Rafayel puffed up his cheeks, looking like a pufferfish, even identical to that plump plush doll. You replied:

“Well, you don't know that Little Fish also has a very special feature that is different from other dolls!” 

"What's so amazing about it? Tell me."

You extended your hands to accept the doll from Rafayel. When you gently squeezed the center of his chest, Little Fish made a sound mimicking Rafayel's voice:

“Hello Miss Bodyguard! Hello Miss Bodyguard!”

Rafayel stared at him with wide eyes. His demeanor changed from astonished to slightly suspicious.

"I recorded your voice," you added. "Simply hit the button, and he will talk. I can make a new recording if you want. What do you think? He's good, huh?"

You enthusiastically hugged Little Fish and approached him. Rafayel simply scratched his head. “Humans certainly have many strange toys,” he commented. But in the end, seeing you having so much fun with the plush doll, he patted your head and said: "Even though it's a bit ugly and weird compared to my standards, I'm still happy that Miss Bodyguard likes me so much that she even owns a plush doll designed after me!"

Xavier

Since joining Lumiere's fanclub, which was founded by your colleague Nero, you frequently brought home merchandise related to him. There were badges, cards, decorations, and even cotton goods. Among the dozens of Lumiere products that take up room in your residence on a daily basis, you absolutely adored the plush doll named Lumi.

Lumi had two bunny ears and was only a little larger than your hand, making him easy to carry anywhere and at any time. When you worked, he would stand on the desk to encourage you. When you trained, he would slip into your coat pocket and patiently wait for you on the bench. Every time you went out, you carefully put him in your bag. When you arrived home, he was usually on the couch next to you, or cuddled in your arms while you watched TV together. Even when you slept, you would bring him into bed, place him next to your pillow and cover him with a blanket.

Needless to say, this made Xavier quite uneasy. He had not liked Lumi one bit since he appeared in your arms for the first time. The plush doll occupied all your attention. He accompanied you everywhere, all the time. Your phone was full of pictures of him. Even when you slept, the doll was allowed to sleep with you while Xavier was left out. He sat on the edge of the bed, crossing his arms and glancing at Lumi.

“That's it, kiddo.”

Lumi opened his large blue eyes to stare at Xavier.

“You must leave.”

A rabbit ear on Lumi's head drooped down. 

“Give her back to me. Besides, the place where you sleep used to be mine."

The plush doll continued to stare at him with such innocence. Just as Xavier was about to pick him up, you walked into the room. You had changed your clothing, and of course, your pajamas included Lumiere's chibi pattern on them.

“What are you talking about with little Lumi?” You asked.

“Ah, nothing. I'm just telling him to go away.”

"Huh? Why? He's so little, he won't take up too much room on the bed, right?"

Xavier gave him a glance before turning to you, and his eyes quickly returned to their round, watery condition.

“He's been following you all day. Why does he even take my place at night? Do you really like him more than me?”

Xavier knew too well that you easily got softened when he acted like that. If Lumi's cuteness captured your heart, he would reclaim it by the same method.

“It's not like that,” you replied. One of your hands caressed Xavier's cheek. “Lumi is the one who will protect me in my dreams on the long nights while you're not here.”

Xavier rubbed his face into your palm. He said, “But now that I'm here, Lumi can go elsewhere.”

You thought what he said was right. So you compromised and placed the doll on the opposite side of your pillow, rather than between you and Xavier as previously. You snuggled into Xavier's arms. He remained silent, as if he had a lot on his mind. Then, after you had fallen asleep, he covertly grabbed Lumi and threw him to the ground, then hugged you even tighter.

Zayne 

You set a lunch box on Zayne's desk, then placed something else on top. 

It was a little plush doll measuring about ten centimeters. He had black hair, green bean eyes with a little brownish-yellow tint, he also donned a white blouse just like a certain doctor. 

“What do you have there? A mini version of me, it seems?” Zayne asked while putting away the files on his desk to prepare for lunch with you.

“Hehe,” you happily took the doll. He nestled into the palm of your hand. “Doctor Zayne, look how small you are! I can hold you with just one hand.”

Zayne gave you a little grin. Then he grabbed your other hand, pulling you closer to him.

"Of course." But if you use both hands, you'll be able to handle more than one Doctor Zayne.

You grasped both big and small Zayne with care.

Lunch that day went really well. Before departing, you slipped the little plush doll inside your coat pocket on the left side of your chest, patted it a few times, and told Zayne:

“This is where tiny Zayne will stay every day.  I will take him everywhere, including work, amusement parks, and even home. He will always be by my side!”

Zayne smiled and responded, "It turns out that I can cure not only your heart disease, but also your love sickness?"

You blushed. The Zayne standing in front of you suddenly leaned down, as if talking to the little doll in your pocket: "Miss Hunter and this plush doll's entire day would be so hectic. Would you mind asking her whether she still has time to join me for dinner tonight?"

You laughed when you noticed Zayne's childishness. You replied: “Of course I do. But after all, little Zayne is still an intern here. What are Doctor Zayne's thoughts about being his mentor?"

Zayne stood up straight, tenderly touching the doll's cheek with his finger. "All right. I'll be spending time with Intern Zayne. But when I do that, the lady who takes care of Intern Zayne should come along as well.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Zayne's fingers rose to push on your face. You puffed up your cheeks and nodded firmly in accord. From that day on, all your dates with Zayne were accompanied by little Intern Zayne, and he even made arrangements for the doll to have a separate seat by the windshield of his car.

Sylus

Sylus made frequent late-night visits to your place. That night was no exception. But he was astonished to see you open the door with a worn out expression, dragging a big plush doll on the ground.

"Why does it look so familiar?" Sylus spoke after studying the doll. He was around sixty centimeters tall, with white hair, red eyes like two rubies, and a signature smirk that looked so much like Sylus's.

"Huh? Oh, Baby Crow is a mini version of you!” You replied. After closing the door, you strolled back to the living room, holding the doll. You and him fell onto the sofa. Feeling tired after a long day, you had decided to hug the doll to bed before Sylus arrived.

He looked at you and that Baby Crow doll on the sofa and clicked his tongue. “It's a little huge compared to the definition of mini. And what the heck are you putting on me?”

Sylus snatched him out of your grasp. The doll - his little version - was dressed in pink Hello Kitty patterned pajamas,  identical to the ones you were wearing. He frowned.

“You and the doll even have matching pajamas. Where are mine then?”

Slowly opened your eyes on the sofa, you giggled: "Seeing that you like it so much, I will make you a set tomorrow. There are also Kuromi ones."

Sylus leaned down and kissed your hair, whispering: "Sleeping on the sofa will hurt your body." Then he helped you get up. You wrapped all of your limbs around Sylus's torso, as he held you with one hand and carried Baby Crow inside the room with the other.

Another night, when Sylus arrived home late, he caught you cuddling Baby Crow and sleeping soundly on the bed. Both of you were wearing the purple Kuromi pajamas you had mentioned before. He grinned as he softly punched Baby Crow. 

“Hey, you're taking up my space,” he told him.

The plush doll's challenging smile appeared to be taunting him. Sylus removed him from your arms and placed him at the end of the bed. Because there was nothing left to hug, you rolled over slightly, your fingers constantly searching for warmth until you found him.

Sylus took the doll's place, held you, and allowed you to immerse yourself in his arms. He said quietly: "You don't need a plush version of me anymore when you have the real one here, right?"

The next morning, still drowsy, you cuddled him and told him that your Baby Crow had grown into a genuine person.

Caleb

Caleb sent you a surprise package. Curious, you opened it and discovered a plush doll the size of a pillow inside. What was worth noting was that the doll resembled him, with purple eyes and an apple on his head. You phoned to show off to Caleb, who was still on duty at Skyhaven.

“Oh, you got him? I mean, Baby Cal?”

“You even have a name for him?” You grabbed the doll and placed him in your lap so Caleb could see him through the video call screen.

"Of course. I purposefully ordered him specifically for you. He's a present.” Caleb smiled brightly. He was free at the time, but his mission had yet to end so he could not come home to you right away.

You gazed down at the doll on your lap. He was so warm, and his adorable chubby face reminded you so much of Caleb. You inquired:

“But why did you send him to me?”

"To keep you company when I'm away on missions, of course," was his reply. "He will remind you to eat and go to bed on time, or hug you when you're weary."

You touched Cal's head. It was true; he was so soft that you simply wanted to squeeze him.

"Is this your compensation for not coming home for a month?"

Caleb laughed. He seemed a little sad. Then he instantly returned to his regular fresh appearance.

“Do you like him?”

"Of course. I can even release my rage on him every time I'm angry at you. Look!”

Having said that, you squeezed the doll's cheeks really hard. Caleb laughed from the other side of the screen. "Poor, little Cal. It looks like he'll have to take my position as your punching bag for a while now."

You kneaded the doll's cheeks again. He even donned a military uniform similar to Caleb's. The doll would not be able to replace him, you know; yet his existence would sooth your longing for the real person.

You leaned your head against Cal and asked Caleb:

“I have Cal here. What about you?”

“Oh, wait a minute.”

Caleb disappeared from the screen. You heard a rustling noise. A few minutes later, he emerged with another plush doll dressed in a Hunter suit. You immediately recognized it as a plush replica of yourself.

“This is little Hunter,” said Caleb. “She and little Cal are a couple. Every time I look at her, I will always think of you. For example, when I enter the room, she will appear and say: 'Why haven't you bought a ticket to Linkon yet?!' or 'You still dare to stay up late playing games?!'..."

You burst into laughter. "I didn't say it in that awful voice. But how old are you to even buy these things?..."

“I've been teased a lot by colleagues these past few days since I got little Hunter,” Caleb told you. “But since I think you also like plushies, I wanted to make something for you.”

"Thank you." You smiled, lovingly rubbing the doll he sent. “I like little Cal, but he's going to miss little Hunter very much. You mentioned that they were a couple. It means they should not be apart for too long, right?”