#thank you in advance 💛💛

[camilleflyingrotten]

Part 1/?

[dopethingnut]

[starsabovethesun]

For some reason the Google drive isn't working on my device, and the web links I tried aren't available in my country. Can anyone upload them privately onto YouTube or something so I can download them that way? Totally understand if you can't, just curious if anyone who had access to the thing could.

(btw when I say not working I mean that I can download it but it doesn't save the visuals. I can only hear the audio)

[i-still-mask-because]

Its barely an inconvenience to do and improves public saftey.

Thank you for submitting!

Definitely feel free to ignore this if you meant it's barely an inconvenience to you personally. Otherwise, I believe it's necessary to put it out there that masking definitely can be an inconvenience to bare for those that have a difficult time dealing with sensory issues, and I want to emphasize to anyone who does experience sensory issues when masking that there are mask & respirator alternatives that can make the experience more bearable. I list some examples here in this post.

I also want to emphasize to everyone that has not been masking that because there are people who experience sensory issues when masking as well as people who straight-up cannot mask for whatever reason, that it's extremely necessary for everyone who CAN mask TO mask so that we can protect those that can't/have a difficult time doing so.

[groovygrub]

I clicked on your blog for the pacific rim posts, got intrigued by your bio, stayed for the disturbingly large amount of shared interests and sense of humor. rock on bud 🤘⚡️

hi, friend!!! it's honestly vaguely alarming that you find my blog so relatable, but who the hell am i to object to that when i'm the one posting it?? 😅

regardless, i'm very happy to have you here!! i mainly post pacific rim and always sunny content (with an entirely unsystematic mélange of whatever else makes me laugh or fascinates me, per tumblr tradition ✨), so feel free to stick around!

thank you for this btw, asks & messages like these give me such an adrenaline rush (people probably think i'm joking when i say that but i'm not 💀)! i can't overstate how happy it makes me to know that some of the dumb shit i post might bring a tiny bit of Good to someone's day. i know i probably sound like a broken record but it's true. human connection is SO badass, dude 🤟🥲

[golden-nightss]

Could I get y'all's opinion, please ?

I bought the couch in the middle. Which TV console works best with it ? My accent color for the living room is burnt orange. The walls are a cool cream color, carpet is a gray white beige tweed mix.

[collisvng]

hey hey!!!! do you mind if i req skz ot8 fake texts of them finding out that idol!fem!reader's girl group is making a colllab w skz??? thank you in advance!! 💗

—cw: slight swearing/suggestiveness

—an: sorry this took my wayyyy to long to get posted, but i hope you still like it! i haven't written anything ot8 officially yet so this was a lot of fun. 💛

🧡: this is my first post back after a bit of a mental health hiatus so i hope my writing isn't too rusty 🫠

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

The AU public posting will resume on December 29th, Friday, at 6pm PST as usual.

If you can't wait that long, both EP 1 and EP 2 are available NOW on my Patreon:

(I would like to thank in advance all those who already DO support me on Patreon - your generosity makes it possible for me to actually draw these comics! 💛 Without Patreon support, I'd likely have to pick up another job, which would mean no time for comics.)

[novaursa]

hello !! do you think you can do a request where at the family dinner , aemond doesn’t do his speech but instead expresses his desire to marry reader who is rhaenyras oldest and only daughter ? and a little smut but nothing like too smutty please , if you can 💛 thank you in advance !

The Ties That Bind

Requests are closed!

- Summary: After Luke was named rightful heir to Driftmark by your grandsire, King Viserys I, during the feast, Aemond, makes a claim of his own.

- Paring: niece!reader/Aemond Targaryen

- Note: The reader is the oldest child and only daughter of Rhaenyra.

- Rating: Explicit 18+ (just to be safe)

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne

The hall is filled with the warm glow of countless candles and the hum of lively conversation, yet you feel the tension woven beneath it all. It has been a long, arduous day. Vaemond Velaryon’s blood still stains the floor of the throne room, though servants scrubbed at it tirelessly. Your mother, Rhaenyra, sits at the high table next to your grandsire, King Viserys, her face a mask of calm, though you know well that her heart is heavy with the strain of politics, the weight of family expectations, and the ever-present danger to her children.

You sit beside her, the only daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, surrounded by your younger brothers. Luke, who has just been named heir to Driftmark, smiles hesitantly at you, as though seeking reassurance. Jace offers him a comforting smile, but you know well enough that the blow of Vaemond’s death still lingers in their minds. Across the table, Alicent Hightower’s gaze flits between her children and your family, her brow furrowing as if anticipating what will come next.

Aemond sits at the far end of the table, quiet, yet his presence is like a storm gathering on the horizon. He catches your eye now and then, though you look away, pretending to focus on the feast laid out before you. You’ve known him since childhood, grown alongside him in the shadow of the Red Keep, but something has changed in the last few years. He’s no longer the boy you remembered—he’s a man now, hardened, sharp, and dangerous.

You can feel his gaze, heavy on you, even as he lifts his cup to his lips, the sharp planes of his face cast in shadow by the flickering candlelight. The toasts are made, starting with the King, who, despite his frailty, speaks with a warmth and hopefulness that rings hollow in the tension-laden room.

���Let us be one house,” Viserys says, raising his goblet with a trembling hand. “Let us honor our blood, our traditions. For the good of the realm.”

The silence that follows his words is filled with unspoken promises and buried grudges. You swallow down the bitter taste of wine, wishing for the feast to end, for the night to be over. But just as you think you can retreat into your own thoughts, Aemond stands.

All eyes turn to him.

There’s a palpable shift in the room. You feel it in your bones as you watch him, tall and imposing, his one good eye gleaming in the firelight. He raises his cup, and for a moment, you think he will speak words meant to inflame, to goad your brothers like he did once before. But his gaze does not shift to Jace or Luke. Instead, it lingers on you.

“I have a few words of my own,” Aemond begins, his voice smooth yet commanding, cutting through the murmur of the hall. The silence that falls is heavy. “My family, my kin,” he pauses, glancing around the room, “I wish to honor my blood tonight. And in doing so, I wish to speak of marriage.”

A murmur ripples through the guests, uncertain and shocked. Your heart pounds in your chest, faster with every breath as his words sink in. He cannot mean…

“I speak not of mere alliances for political gain,” Aemond continues, and his gaze finally locks with yours. “I speak of love.”

The entire hall seems to still. Your mother stiffens beside you, and you feel the weight of her hand on your arm. Alicent watches her son with narrowed eyes, while Helaena seems to shrink into her chair, confused. Daemon, seated across from you, raises a brow in interest, though he does not seem surprised.

“I have long admired you, niece,” Aemond says, and there is an intensity in his voice now, an edge that makes your heart skip a beat. “You are the embodiment of Targaryen blood—strong, proud, unyielding. It is my wish to wed you, to unite our houses in the truest sense.”

The breath catches in your throat. The words hang in the air like a blade, cutting through the festering tension. You glance at your mother, who looks torn between fury and shock. Her gaze is steel, but beneath it, you can sense her worry. This is not what anyone expected.

For a moment, the world seems to tilt. You, a daughter of Rhaenyra, the rightful queen, proposed to by Aemond, the man who once took Vhagar and burned with resentment for your family.

King Viserys coughs, breaking the silence, and forces a smile. “An admirable proposal, Aemond. It... it seems fitting.” His words are strained, as though unsure whether to accept or reject the offer.

Your own voice is caught in your throat, uncertain of what to say. The looks on your brothers’ faces tell you all you need to know—they hate the idea, but they can do nothing but seethe in silence. The politics of the realm are far more dangerous than personal feelings.

Later, when the feast has ended, you find yourself walking alone in the gardens outside the castle, seeking the solace of the night air. The moon is full, casting everything in silver. The tension of the hall still buzzes in your mind, and you wonder what your life would be like if you accepted Aemond’s proposal.

The sound of footsteps approaches, and you turn to see him, his pale hair catching the moonlight like spun silk. Aemond’s face is unreadable, but there’s something in his gaze, something raw and yearning.

“You left without saying a word,” he says softly, his voice far gentler than it had been during his speech.

“I needed time to think,” you reply, your heart beating faster as he steps closer.

He studies you, his eye trailing over your face, as though he’s memorizing every detail. “Do you hate me for it?” he asks, his voice barely more than a whisper.

You shake your head, though you don’t know if you’re lying to him or to yourself. “I don’t know what to think.”

His hand reaches for yours, and though you should pull away, you don’t. His touch is warm, steady, despite the cold night. “I meant every word I said, Y/N.”

“I’m not a prize to be claimed,” you say, but there’s no venom in your words.

“I don’t see you as such,” Aemond replies, his voice soft and sincere. “I see you as my equal. My match in every way.”

The silence between you stretches, filled with the unspoken tension that has existed for years. And before you can stop yourself, you close the distance between you. Your lips meet his, hesitant at first, but then the dam breaks. There’s no more uncertainty, no more doubt. The kiss deepens, and Aemond pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you with an intensity that leaves you breathless.

When you part, the air between you is charged, and before you know it, you’re leading him to your chambers, your steps quick and urgent. Inside, the room is dimly lit, the fire casting long shadows. The moment the door closes behind you, Aemond is upon you, his lips crashing against yours, his hands roaming over your body with a hunger that matches your own.

The rest of the world fades away as you pull him closer, your hands tangled in his silver hair. His touch is all-consuming, his mouth claiming yours in a way that leaves you dizzy. When you fall into the bed together, there’s nothing left but the sound of your breathing, the feel of his skin against yours, the taste of him on your lips.

He moves over you, his touch both gentle and fierce, as though he’s trying to memorize every inch of you. And when he finally enters you, it’s with a tenderness you hadn’t expected. The world shatters and rebuilds itself around the two of you, your bodies moving in sync, as though this was inevitable, as though this was always meant to be.

When it’s over, you lie together in the dim light, his arms wrapped around you, your head resting against his chest. The weight of what’s happened lingers between you, but there’s no regret. Not now.

[chibinasuu]

Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series | Masterlist

Hello! Ever wondered what it would be like to sail on the Thousand Sunny on regular days when the Straw Hat Crew is not saving entire kingdoms and all that? Well, this series is for you!

This is a collection of domestic, slice-of-life moments between the Reader and each member of the Straw Hat Pirates. All of the stories are one-shots and not directly related to one another.

I hope you enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them!

All fics are GN, but written with F!Reader in mind (exception: Sanji's references reader as "lady", and Franky's uses "princess" as a nickname)

English is not my first language, so apologies in advance for any grammar mistakes

Tags: sfw, pure fluff, no use of y/n, reader is a straw hat pirate, domestic bliss onboard the sunny, platonic reader x straw hat pirates, character study

Pairings x = can be interpreted as platonic or romantic & = strictly platonic

💙 Good Mornings | Sanji x Reader

🧡 Money and Tangerines | Nami x Reader

💛 Voice Mail | Usopp x Reader

🩷 Sweet Treats | Chopper & Reader

💚 Drunken Shenanigans | Zoro x Reader

💜 On the Same Page | Robin x Reader

🖤 Happy Working Song | Brook & Reader

🤎 Steady as She Goes | Jinbe & Reader

🩵 White Noise | Franky x Reader

❤️ Captain’s Seat | Luffy x Reader

update: oh wow, can’t believe that this series has finally come to an end! this is my first project here and i didn’t really know what to expect, but it’s been such a ride! all the likes, reblogs, and comments have been very encouraging - thank you so much! i really do hope you enjoyed reading this silly little series ❤️

[missrosiesworld]

Hi, thank you so much for your Von Lycaon headcanons and blurbs and fic snippets because you just get his character so well and I can actually imagine him saying and doing the things he’s doing in your writings, so all love and appreciation to you! And another big thank you for making the fics M4A as well!

That being said, am I able to request headcanons and/or blurbs about how Von Lycaon would act while the reader is sick? Thank you in advance and I can’t wait to read more of your writing! ♡

Thanks so much for your kind words! Having you say I've captured Von Lycaon's character means a lot. The idea of imagining how he would behave in a variety of situations is something I enjoy exploring, so I'm glad it rings true with you. I'm so happy you can picture him so clearly through these headcanons and snippets, and I appreciate your appreciation. Once again, thank you for your support! 💛

I can absolutely write about this! If Lycaon's partner fell ill, he would be deeply concerned and provide unwavering care. He’d stay by their side, ensuring they had everything they needed, from warm meals and tea to hydration. His gentle nature would shine through as he offered comforting words and tender touches. Lycaon would make sure they rested properly, following any care routines, and he would refuse to leave their side until they were fully recovered.

Headcanons for Lycaon When His Partner is Sick:

Attentive Caretaker: Lycaon would immediately shift into caretaker mode, ensuring his partner is as comfortable as possible.

With his brow furrowed in concern, Lycaon gently tucked the blankets around his partner. "Are you warm enough? Do you need another blanket?" he asked, his voice low and soothing. As he spoke, he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from their face and tucking it tenderly behind their ear, his touch soothing them gently. "I'm okay, really," they replied softly, meeting his gaze with a small smile. Lycaon nodded, still concerned but respecting their comfort. "I’ll be right here if you need anything," he promised, sitting down beside them, his presence a constant, calming reassurance as he remained ready to respond at a moment's notice.

Reluctant to Leave Their Side: Lycaon would be hesitant to leave his partner’s side, wanting to be there for every moment.

As his partner lay in bed, struggling with a fever, Lycaon sat by their side, his hand never leaving theirs. "You should rest too," they whispered, their voice weak but concerned as they noticed exhaustion in his gaze. Lycaon shook his head gently, squeezing their hand with a reassuring grip. "I’m fine," he replied, his voice steady and filled with quiet determination. "You’re more important. I’ll rest when you’re better." As the hours passed, Lycaon refused to leave their side. Whenever they stirred, he offered a soft smile and a comforting word. "I’m right here," he would murmur, brushing a cool cloth across their forehead. While his heart ached to see them in pain, he knew his presence was the best comfort he could provide. So he stood silent, protecting them from all discomfort, unwilling to let them go it alone.

Gentle Encouragement: Lycaon would encourage them to take their medicine and follow any necessary care routines, though he’d do so with patience and gentleness.

Lycaon sat at the edge of the bed, holding the small cup of medicine in his hand. Weary and reluctant, his partner gazed at him. "I know it doesn’t taste great," Lycaon said softly, gently reassuring them as he held out the cup. "But you need to take your medicine." They grimaced, hesitating as they eyed the cup. Lycaon, sensing their reluctance, smiled encouragingly. "I’ll have something sweet for you after, I promise," he added, gently coaxing. "Just one quick sip, and it’ll be over." Nodding, they took the cup from his hands, trusting in his patient encouragement. Lycaon stayed close, resting his hand on their back as they swallowed the medicine. "There you go," he murmured, his voice full of praise. "You did great." He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to their forehead, his heart swelling with love. "Now, how about that treat I promised?"

Protective Instincts: His protective instincts would heighten, ensuring no one disturbs them, and that they have a quiet and peaceful environment to recover in.

During his partner's rest, Lycaon became acutely aware of every sound and movement around them. When a friend stopped by to check in, he met them at the door, his expression calm but firm. "They’re resting right now," he said quietly, his voice leaving no room for an argument. "They need peace and quiet to recover." The friend nodded, sensing Lycaon's unspoken intensity, and quickly retreated. Lycaon gently closed the door and returned to his partner’s side. Sitting down, he softened his watchful gaze as he brushed a stray hair from their forehead. "Just rest," he murmured, his voice low and comforting. "I’ve got everything under control."

Thoughtful Distractions: Knowing that illness can sometimes bring a sense of boredom or restlessness, Lycaon would find ways to keep his partner entertained.

As Lycaon watched his partner fidget restlessly in bed, he noticed their frustration. Leaving the room quietly, he returned with a book in hand. "I thought you might like to be distracted," he said with a gentle smile, settling in beside them. "How about I read to you?" Nodding, his partner softened his eyes with appreciation. Lycaon opened the book and began reading in a soothing, rhythmic voice. Occasionally, he glanced at them as he read, making sure they were comfortable. "I always loved this part," he murmured, sharing a soft smile as he continued. With the sound of his voice and the warmth of his presence, he offered a comforting distraction, allowing his partner to relax momentarily. They were transported to another world by Lycaon's voice, as his affectionate gaze never strayed from theirs. "You look more at ease," he commented softly, reaching out to gently squeeze their hand. The tension in his partner's body eased as Lycaon's words and presence wrapped around him like a comforting blanket.

Affectionate Gestures: Despite the illness, Lycaon would still find ways to express his affection, from tender touches to sweet words.

Even with his partner feeling under the weather, Lycaon couldn’t help but find small ways to show his affection. As they lay in bed, he sat close, his fingers gently threading through their hair, each stroke a soothing reminder of his love. "You’re doing so well," he whispered, his voice rich with warmth and encouragement. Every so often, he would lean in, pressing a soft kiss to their forehead, the touch lingering with tenderness. His thumb brushed lightly across their cheek, his gaze filled with deep affection. "I’m here, and I love you," he murmured, his words a gentle caress meant to comfort them.

[theemporium]

Yay for the 10k! Congrats love! a 💛 “30. grabbing onto their arm” with Nico Hischier!! Idk if I can request this as well but maybe in a haunted house setting too, if possible? 🫣

thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

30. grabbing onto their arm

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It had been Timo’s idea to go to the carnival.

There were a few days between games that the boys had free with the exception of a few practices and training sessions. And with Halloween coming up, Timo deemed it necessary that they all do something to celebrate since the actual holiday would be spent travelling to another state for a roadie. 

Hence, the boy managed to hunt down and find some carnival set up an hour or so out of the main city. 

Much to everyone’s surprise—and mostly your own—your brother had managed to plan the day out completely. He had rides and games he wanted to play. He had tournaments set up amongst you all. He had everything planned out—especially the tickets he booked in advance for the haunted house on site. 

You didn’t think anything of it at first. After all, you knew your brother well enough to know that he got excited about holidays, and Halloween was just another thing he liked to throw his everything into. 

You only started getting suspicious when he became very insistent on the way everyone stood in the line. 

“It’s just a line, we’re all getting in anyways,” you said to him, perplexed by the way he insisted on you taking a certain ticket. “What’s the big deal?”

Timo just flashed you a knowing smile. “No reason.” 

As it would turn out, there was a reason. A big reason. A reason that left you to believe that your brother thought he was some mastermind who had done the impossible because, as it would turn out, you could only go into the haunted house in pairs. 

And you were paired with Nico Hischier—the captain of the Devils and the very same person you had been embarrassingly crushing over for the last year, which Timo knew very well.

“I’m sure it won’t be that scary,” Nico assured you, seeming to confuse your nerves for fear as the two of you approached the entrance. “It’s probably only scary for kids and Jack.” 

You snorted despite yourself. “Don’t get too confident, Cap, you might be jinxing yourself.” 

He just flashed you a smile. “How bad can a carnival haunted house really be?” 

The answer is fucking teriffying. 

You didn’t know what budget this haunted house had or who had planned it, but it wasn’t the fun, kiddy haunted house you were expecting. It was creepy and freaky and you could hear the blood roaring in your ears in anticipation as you rounded each corner. 

Your final straw was when one of the actors dressed in a killer clown costume jumped out from a seemingly normal cupboard, catching you off-guard and making you grab the closest thing to you for some comfort.

Nico didn’t even blink twice at you grabbing his arm, his body almost moving on instinct as he pulled you closer towards him and further away from the ‘threat’. You hadn’t even realised until the two of you scurried to the next section of the haunted house and you realised your face was practically squished against his bicep with his hand on the back of your head.

“Fuck,” you murmured, your heart racing in your chest. “I am going to kill Timo.”

Nico laughed, his hand dropping to gently cover one of your own. “He’s probably screaming himself.” 

“No wonder,” you grumbled. “This place is freaky.”

“I’ll protect you,” Nico murmured, his voice oddly sincere for a haunted house. 

But you could only smile in response. 

And you would never admit it to Timo because he would be far too smug but the haunted house was a pivotal moment in your relationship with the Devils captain, especially when you two walked out with you still wrapped around his arm and Nico showing no signs of wanting to let you go for the rest of the night.

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[dollywons]

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thank you in advance!!

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[nina-ya]

Hihi I have a request I've been thinking

Could u do modern au with surgeon law and his s/o works at a children's hospital?

One day law (shockingly) gets off of work earlier than normal and decides to go to his s/o work to surprise picking them up.ariving there he gets guided to a room where his s/o is at. There is his s/o comforting a little girl who's in tears thanking s/o for everything and that she was gonna get discharged the next day after being in the hospital for months.i need laws reaction 💯%

Sorry if it's long ,ty in advance qwq💛🙏

A/N: AAAAAA HIII I had so much fun writing this i love love love modern au doctor stuff i have way too many thoughts circulating in my mind about it hgnnn ANYWAYS I DO HOPE YOU ENJOY!! Pairing: Law x reader CW: None, fluff WC: 1k

The clock on the wall struck the new hour, and with that, the end of Law’s shift. The hospital has a policy that forces residents to cap their hours at 80 a week to prevent fatigue and being overworked. With no choice but to leave, he found himself with some extra time on his hands. 

Law grabbed his coat and slung his bag over his shoulder before heading out of the hospital. His mind immediately wandered to you and the children's hospital you worked at. It was just a walk down the road, since it was connected to the main hospital that he works at, and your shift just so happened to end in an hour. You two rarely get to go home together and this was an opportunity for Law to surprise you.  

He walked across the street and entered the main entrance to the children's hospital. The bright colors and child-like aesthetic was a sharp contrast to the sterile environment of his own wing of the hospital. He approached a nurses station, greeting the nurse with a smile, asking where you were. 

The nurse nodded, recognizing him and gestured behind her, “Room 203. You came at a good time, they’re wrapping up with the last patient.”

Law thanked the nurse and walked through the hallways to where you were. As he approached the room, he heard the soft murmur of your voice along with the sniffles and cries of what he could only assume was your patient. Law peered inside through the door and his heart softened at the sight before him. You were sitting on the edge of a hospital bed, with a little girl sobbing into your chest as you stroked her back.

She pulled back from the hug, her tear streaked face and trembling hands just pulling at Law's heartstrings. He watched as you gently wiped the tears, comforting and soothing her. “I’m so proud of you,” you said softly. “In just a few hours you will be going home and you will be able to sleep in your own bed.” 

The little girl sniffled and looked up at you with wide and grateful eyes. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice quivering. “Thank you for everything.”

You smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “You’ve been so brave, and I’m going to miss you. But remember, this isn’t goodbye forever. I’ll see you at your follow-up appointments.”

The girl sniffled again, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. “I’m going to miss you too,” she said, her voice cracking with emotion. 

You glanced down at the stuffed animals pinned to your uniform, a small collection of soft companions that you kept to cheer the children up; perfect for moments like these. You unpinned a small, fluffy teddy bear and handed it to her. “Here,” you said, pressing the bear into her hands. “This is for you, to keep you company until we see each other again.”

Her eyes widened as she accepted the bear, clutching it tightly to her chest. “Thank you,” she whispered again, looking up at you with those tear filled eyes. 

Just then, you looked up and noticed Law standing on the doorway, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. His presence surprised you, and you jumped at the sight, gasping in surprise. “Law!” you said, a soft chuckle leaving your lips. 

Law stepped into the room, his gaze gentle as he looked over at the young girl “Hi,” he greeted her with a small wave. “What's your name?”

The girls eyes widened even more at the sight of the Law, she seemed to suddenly grow shy, hiding behind her new stuffed friend as she responded. “My name is Lily.” She said in a quiet voice. She then turned to you and whispered “Is he your boyfriend?”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the question, glancing over at Law. “You could say something like that,” you responded, watching as Law walked over and stood besides you two. 

“Well, Lily,” he started, “I’ve heard a lot about you. You’re quite the strong young girl.” The girl giggled, as she stared up at Law with beaming eyes. 

“Did you know she’s getting discharged in the morning?” you asked, gleaming at the news.

“That’s wonderful news,” Law said, giving her an encouraging smile. “I’m sure everyone will miss you around here, but it’s great that you're going home.”

Lily nodded, clutching the teddy bear to her chest even tighter. “I’m gonna miss everyone, too,” she murmured. 

You gave her one last hug before standing up. “I have to go now,” you said with a small frown. “But I’ll see you at your follow up appointments, okay?”

“Okay,” Lilly said, waving as you and Law headed towards the door.

As you walked down the hallway, Law gave you a glance, a smirk playing on his lips. “You’re such a softy with the kids, you know that?”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him playfully. “Oh, like you’re any better. I saw you almost tear up in there.”

He chuckled, shaking his head at you. “You don’t have any proof of that. Besides, it’s cute seeing you get all emotional.”

You raised an eyebrow, smirking back at him. “I work with kids. I can't be a hardened emotionless human unlike you can be.”

“Hey, hey, hey, I’m not emotionless. It just so happens that I apparently have a ‘resting bitch face’ according to the nurses,” he responded with a nudge of his own.

You giggled at his words, responding with  “yeah, you kinda do.”

Law’s eyes widened in mock offense. “You’re on their side?” he asked with feign horror. 

You laughed again, leaning into him as you walked. “I’ll always be on their side. Now come on, let’s go home. I don’t remember the last time we got to go home together.”

He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Yeah, let’s make the most of it.” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. 

You both stepped out of the hospital, the cold air of the night hitting you both as you walked to the car. You continued to tease each other on the way home, the banter flowing easily as you inched closer and closer to your home. You two always savored these fleeting moments, fully taking advantage of the time you two had together when you weren’t consumed by your hectic jobs. Your lives seemed to be perfect, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[jermer10]

(I'm new here so if you have done this already, MB) could you write heavy x reader when reader finds heavys clothes and wears them and heavy catches them?? I would like reader to be gender neutral or female and it can lead to NSFW if you want it too 🥴 thank you (ignore if needed) 💛💛💛

TF2 sweater weather | heavy x reader

18+ only, afab reader | i fucking LOVE heavy

drabbles under the cut :P

Every merc had a designated job in order to keep the barracks clean, and yours happened to be the bathrooms. You absolutely hated this job. Ten mercs living under one roof where 90% of you were men? Yeah, those bathrooms were feral, and after having to scrub them clean 2 times a week for months, you were beginning to grow exhausted. So when Medic offered to swap the laundry job with you for a week, you took full advantage of his generosity. You had no idea how much laundry 10 mercs produced in the span of a week. The first night is when you saw Misha's sweater in the dryer. It was massive, the biggest piece of clothing you had ever seen, red and adorned with black stripes and diamonds across the chest. It smelt of washing detergent, the musk of old clothing, and a hint of the lemongrass cologne he had been wearing that hadn't been washed out in the machine.

This wasn't the first time you had seen the sweater, in fact he wore it often during the colder months, but it was the first time you had it in your hands, the first time you were able to smell it up close, the first time you were able to feel the plush fabric scrunched up in your fists. You felt dizzy, face flushing in both embarrassment and lust. Your crush on the older man had not gone unnoticed by him, and his small advances had done nothing to aid the sticky wetness which gathered in your underwear whenever he had gotten too close. You closed your eyes, breathing in the scent of him, hands inching to the waistband of your shorts.

"YO! MEDIC! I NEED SOME UNDERWEAR!" A voice boomed from the entrance to the laundry. You snapped out of your trance, and threw the sweater back into the laundry basket. Scout came swiftly around the corner, towel wrapped around his lanky hips. "Oh! Uhh, hey y/n." He grinned, blush dusting his cheeks. "Hey man, underwear is in the basket. I'm not finished sorting through them yet so you'll have to search for 'em." He nodded, scavenging through the clothes. 'I need to get my shit together, that was so gross..' you thought, the blood rushing to your face once more as you began to toss the dirty clothes into the washing machine.

Night three you had seen the sweater again, and this time it was in the dirty basket. You couldn't help the perverse thoughts, gingerly picking the piece of clothing and setting it aside. You figured you could get a couple of loads on before washing it with the last of the clothing, then you would have adequate time to...do what you needed. It was dirty, the way you continued to glance over at it even after you had resigned yourself to doing your job. You needed to smell it, the blood entrenched in the fibers of the fabric, the lemongrass stench that you could pick up from across the spacious room, the smell of Heavy, his natural odor alone set you off.

"Fuck," You breathed out, feeing your fingers slide into your pants as you held the sweater to your face. You could cum there and then, imagining him as the person touching you. It wasn't enough, you needed to wear the sweater. You needed to feel him wrapped around you. It slid over your head with ease, the sleeves far too large, the bottom hem of the sweater reaching well below your knees. You came hard, muffled noises of moans as you shoved your face into the bunched up fabric. "What the fuck is wrong with me?" You clasped your face in your hands.

It was Sunday, the final day of washing clothes before you would have to go back to the bathrooms. The week had been slow, and you were certain Misha had picked up the change in your behavior. You were skittish, face red whenever you saw him, and whenever you saw him swearing that god forsaken sweater you couldn't even bare to stay in the same room as him for longer than a minute. That fucking sweater. Sitting clean, in the dryer, waiting, no, begging, for you to put it on. You obliged, slipping into the cloth eagerly. You stood there for a moment, smelling the fabric, taking it in. This was the last time you would get to do this. The last- "What are you doing?" You heard the thick Russian accent of the man behind you before you even heard what he had said.

You couldn't even look at him. You didn't have to, you could hear his menacing footsteps walk up to you, and then you felt his large hands grasp your hips. You couldn't help but gasp at the sensation. "Heavy has been waiting for opportunity like this. This is why you have been so scared of Heavy hmm?" His tone was hot, heavy, and laced with false concern. "Uhh, yeah I guess." You mumbled awkwardly. He laughed, a deep, hearty laugh that made your knees weak and your eyes squeeze close. "Come, little голубь." You felt yourself being lifted into the air and placed on the folding bench in front of the machines.

Heavy stripped your shorts from you, leaving no time for you to process his actions before your bottom half was completely naked. "Heavy came here to talk, but fucking you will get point across much quicker." He grinned, a lovestruck, sadistic grin. If you had been wet before, you were soaked now. He knelt down face lined up with your sobbing pussy, his tongue prodding at your entrance before his mouth absorbed your sex. "Ohhhhh fuuuuuuckkkkk" The moan drawls from your throat, its raw and guttural. Your body writhes and shakes under his gentle touch.

His tongue snakes it's way onto your clit, gently sucking and prodding at it with his lips. You're getting close, your fingers gripped onto his face, pulling him in closer, begging for release. He pulls away, and before you can produce a whine of protest, he pushes his index finger into you. It's enough to stretch you, to fill you up completely. He thrusts his finger in twice, placing his mouth back onto your pussy, and you cum hard. He pulls away licking his fingers clean, you're a heaving whining mess. "Wear Heavy's clothes more often." He states simply, standing up and smacking your ass before kissing you passionately and walking out. You should swap jobs with Medic more often.

[little-pup-pip]

hi there !! your moodboards are absolutely wonderful; would it be possible to make a yellow board themed around baby chick & puppy plushies, miffy and pompompurin! no paci please :3 thank you in advance sweetheart! 💛

Yes!!