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patolemus · 5 months

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Sterek fic recs: Time Travel AU Edition

As I promised @oldefashioned here is the start of my unending sterek fic reccing. I’ll go by category because this post will never end otherwise.

1. song of the phoenix by graveltotempo

In a last ditch effort to save Beacon Hills after everyone else has died, Stiles channels all of his energy and magic into cleansing the Nemeton and the magical core of the town. But he is more powerful than he knows, more connected to the Nemeton than anyone can guess, and a group of kids, teenagers and adults wakes up in the middle of the night ten years earlier with a second chance they didn't know they needed and a bond they don't understand. Stiles though? Stiles wakes up with a little more.

Notes: It's just. So good. It's kinda hard to explain but basically no one knows what's going on but at the same time it works. Kinda. They're working on it. Stiles is awesome in this, I especially love his relationship with the Hales, because of course I do. It's ongoing.

2. Twice And For All by novasillies

“Derek,” he said despite himself. The werewolf’s eyes sharpened. Scott gave him a distressed look. “Do I know you?” He asked tensely, and Stiles grinned in return. “Oh, no,” he answered, “Not yet.” - In which a well-timed conflict between the magic of the Ghost Riders and Stiles' spark sends him back to the day Scott got bitten. Stiles pointedly changes nothing and so God complexes, needlessly complex romantic drama, and pure, unbridled silliness ensue. (Updates every Thursday wink wonk)

Notes: This is to date one of my favorite time travel fics of all time, across multiple fandoms. Stiles in this one is just *chef's kiss*. Completely unhinged, I love him. Also, the sterek? Easily one of the best dynamics I've read. It's ongoing, only four chapters left!

3. Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn't step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain? Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That's easy as pie, right? Right?

Notes: I liked this one because it's not the typical Stiles travels back in time after everyone else in the pack dies. It's got a different premise, still somewhat canon compliant (maybe??? canon enough), and it's amazingly done. It's complete.

4. Daybreak by TheObsidianQuill

"There . . ." Stiles swallowed and looked down at the bottle in his grasp as he slowly swirled the amber liquid inside. "There's really nothing left. For me. Everyone is . . . gone, and it feels like I haven't thought of tomorrow in years." His words rang in the air like a gunshot, he took another heavy drink. "I would trade every last breath I take to just have another shot—not even a guarantee, just a chance to make things right and bring back even one of them." ----- The pack was gone. He had nothing left. He had no one. With nothing to lose, Stiles puts everything on the line to go back in time to try to prevent the future from becoming his past. Broken, guarded, and haunted by his past, only one overgrown-pup of a wolf seems able to get past his defenses. Changing the future? Easy. Finding a place for himself in the Hale Pack? Impossible.

Notes: So good! Stiles is a traumatized bean and the Hales are just everything! It's complete.

5. The A Spark of Hope and the Butterfly Effect series by Phlinting

It's been eleven years since Scott was bitten by a feral werewolf and, despite his pack's many victories along the way, Gerard Argent's influence lives on. As the knowledge of the supernatural spread to the general population so did the hatred and fear of the unknown. The McCall pack has been picked off one by one and Stiles, Sheriff Stilinski, and Peter Hale are the only three left, on the run and barely surviving. But Stiles has found a spell. He has the magic, the spark, and his belief. He has his dad and Peter to help power it and he has the will and desperation to succeed. He's going back to the Hale fire and this time he's going to stop it ALL before it starts. It's the perfect solution. Too bad things never go quite according to plan...

Notes: The Sheriff and Peter are *chef's kiss* here! I really don't know how to explain all that happens here but it gets a little out of control in the best way. It's complete.

6. The The Long Way Round series by exclamation

A magical accident sends Stiles back in time. Now he's stuck in New York, living with Derek and Laura, and the only way to get back to his own time is to learn to use magic. Meanwhile, he must figure out how much he can tell them about their future. Can he warn them about the dangers they face? Can he change his own past? And can he trust the creature known as Bookworm, who seems to know him better than he knows himself?

Notes: This series had me in a chokehold, I cried so much but it was absolutely worth it! Stiles doesn't plan to travel back in time on this one, this just... happen, and it all spirals a bit out of control. But don't worry! You may have no idea of what's going to happen, but the author certainly did and they did an amazing work. It's complete.

7. It’s Happening by isthatbloodonhisshirt (wasterella)

Derek stopped listening to him, brain going a mile a minute. Derek, it’s fucking happening! Derek, please! He would recognize that fucking voice anywhere. Two years. Two fucking years had passed, and now this little shit was standing in front of him, speaking his name, and grinning like an idiot. “It’s you,” Derek said, earning him a confused look from Stiles. “The phone call. Two years ago. It was you.” (SNYE - January 2nd - Time Travel)

Notes: This is not canon compliant. It's a whole other universe, actually, and it's so good. Good ol' Derek is losing his mind over here, but it's alright! Things work out just fine. It's complete.

These ones are not time travel, but dimensional travel. It’s similar enough so here you go.

8. The play it again series by metisket

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself. “Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Notes: I honestly don't know how to show the whole of my appreciation for this series. I think I've read this about five times since I found it last year. Stiles lands himself in a whole other dimension, where the Hale House fire never happened and Scott is human. It goes about as well as you can expect. It's technically not complete, but the main piece is.

9. The Home Across The Universe series by TricksterShi

You can lose your home and spend your whole life looking for it, sometimes you may even find bits of it again. But sometimes home goes out searching and finds you first. ~ The day he loses his father and his pack, Stiles is transported to a parallel world where his counterpart is nine years old and seemingly small changes have had a huge impact on the course of events in Beacon Hills. At first sticking to the shadows as a vigilante to protect his otherworld father and younger self, Stiles is soon drawn out into the light and onto a path that forces him to confront the traumas of his past so that he can make a place for himself in this new world.

Notes: Just. This absolute beast of a universe is seriously so well done, and so good. Imagine play it again, but much more depressing and waaaay longer. The angst is on point! The Stilinskis are the best in this one. And Derek and Laura have my heart, love my pookies. Stiles is not having the best times, but he'll be looked after, don't worry! Also technically not complete, but all the pieces in the series are done.

10. The Ley Lines series by forestofbabel

Stiles is back in town after many years, angry and bitter and disconnected from anything you might call pack. It might as well be a tradition at this point that he gets drunk and wakes up in the woods. Only, this time, something is different. The ghosts that have weighed in his heart are alive and well, and Stiles gets to witness a life that could have been his. There is one thing he knows, though. No matter how much he may want to stay, he has to go home. If the ley lines you should follow, and your dwelling at the end, and find your presence has been hollowed, your hereafter is to amend." *** Stiles is faced in this new world with someone he had been avoiding for a long time. Himself. The Double Walker cannot survive where the Double Walker dwells *** Derek had an itch under his skin. There was something missing. He knew exactly what it was. Who it was. His regrets paraded themselves in a steady stream, and he had to watch as Stiles left time and time again, knowing it would be the only way to let the ley lines heal. That didn't make it hurt any less. Still, some part of Derek hoped.

Notes: I honestly just read the first part, but I thought I'd add the whole series so people know what they're getting into. The first part can be read as a stand alone, so if anyone wants to stop after that they absolutely can. The fic itself is a bit sad, but it has a happy ending! Stiles travels to another dimension, and shenanigans follow. The series is complete.

#hope you like this!#fic recs #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #eternal sterek #one day I'll come here and post my own time travel sterek fic #today is not that day #time travel au #teen wolf #sterek fanfic #ao3

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babsvibes · 4 months

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Boblin Fic Recs

Fics centered around Bob and Linda from Bob’s Burgers. This is by no means a comprehensive list, so please feel free to add your faves in the replies!

Canon Compliant

I'm in love with every song you've ever heard by @jimmypesto When Linda has one too many Pesto Coladas, Jimmy calls Bob to come collect her

I like the way you sound in the morning by @jimmypesto Six "morning afters" over the course of Bob and Linda's relationship

What's That Song? It Goes Pike... by @babsvibes Linda has a song stuck in her head, and now it's everyone's problem

gonna make love last forever by @neopetting soft otp prompts with boblin

After Date Night With the Belchers by @thestarstho A look into Bob and Linda's alone time after a date

Mixed Collections

you're in the kitchen humming, all that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing by @jimmyjrsmusoems A few important moments in Bob and Linda's relationship, as seen through the eyes of others

Boblin Week 2023, Day Extras: Unused Prompts by @sailoreuterpe Collection of ficlets using the prompts not selected for Boblin Week 2023

Bob's Burgers Drabbles by @aimmyarrowshigh Collection of Bob's Burgers drabbles

Sips From Your Lips by Gaynin Linda and Bob have always enjoyed wine and spirits, almost as much as they've enjoyed each other (mature)

Things You Said... by @daddygrandpaandthebeaver A collection of Bob's Burgers ficlets based on "things you said..." prompts

Pre-Canon

I didn’t have it in myself to go with grace by @jimmypesto Bob and Linda break up for approximately twelve hours; wallowing ensues

not while I'm around by @jimmypesto Bob picks Linda up after a girls’ night just in time to find her being bothered by a creep

i think we do this love thing right by @br1ghtestlight Bob and Linda try to cuddle without waking up Louise

Through a Child’s Eyes by YAJJ There was romance and love in the world, and Teeny Tina knew it for a fact. All she had to do was look at her parents, after all.

just lay entwined here, undiscovered by @tully-blue Tonight, it goes: shelf, doorknob, nightstand, undressing with three stumbles and several muffled curses, vanity, and finally, Linda climbs over him and into bed. Well, if he wasn’t awake already, that would’ve done it

Canon Divergent

still my patron saint by @jimmypesto A Boblin Ghost AU (explicit)

I belong with you, you belong with me (you're my sweetheart) by @daddygrandpaandthebeaver Five universes where Bob and Linda Belcher are soulmates, plus one where they chose to be together anyway

clair de lune by @weatheredlaw Five things that didn't happen, couldn't happen, wouldn't happen

Of Pregnancies and Bumped Heads by @burgerspeople Linda's second pregnancy puts her on her ass.

Had Me at Hello by @golden--doodler Bob and Linda's big day has finally arrived after what feels like forever.

Explicit

brought purpose to your hips by @jimmypesto Linda wakes up in the middle of the night

falling for you is easy (like sunday morning) by @thisaliennerd Maybe there’s no such thing as fate, but one chance meeting is about to change the course of two people’s lives forever. Bob and Linda are falling in love fast, but can they balance their feelings with the practical realities of dating? (explicit)

Cheesus the Meatsiah by @babsvibes The night Bob almost gets the Meatsiah right

know that body like it's mine by @jimmypesto Bob and Linda always use hotel rooms as opportunities to experiment

our love's the only thing that could matter (must be signed in to view) 31 days of my favorite married couple doing sexy things. Sometimes kinky and sometimes vanilla, but they’re always very in love

#babsbles #boblinweek24 #boblin week #bob’s burgers #bobs burgers #fic rec #fic rec list #boblin #bob belcher #linda belcher #Bob Belcher/Linda Belcher #‘oh I’m noticing a lot of Caroline on this list’ you think I’m going to put together a boblin fic Rec list that doesn’t star jimmypesto?#out of your mind #long post

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lomlhwa · 1 year

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i'll help you feel better (h.k)

pairing: bf!heuning kai x gf!reader

preview: heuning kai wakes up with a terrible headache and a stomach ache. he finds that the only thing he really wants, is for your help to feel better

tags/warnings: fem reader, sickfic (???), kai has a stomach ache, a fever and a sore throat :(, oral (m.receiving), marking, lots of forehead kisses, pet names (baby, sweetheart, my love), hand holding, lots of sloppy kisses yay (don't actually kiss your partner like this when they're sick), riding, slight size kink (it's me, what do you expect?), unprotected penetration (wrap it before you tap it), creampie

trigger warnings: n/a

wc: 988

song recs for this fic: stay up by baekhyun, are u ridin? by baekhyun, step? by bibi, moon by jonghyun

a/n: mom i frewed up🧍this was requested by a lovely anon! thank you sm for this request, i hope you like it! (sorry for how short this is)

heuning kai wakes up, rolls over and checks the clock. 03:00am. why on god’s great, green earth is he awake at this time?

he stays for a moment and realization finally hits him. his stomach hurts. not only that, but his head is pounding. he reaches up to feel his forehead. it feels hot. but that could also just be his general body heat temperature.

he shifts to face you. he doesn’t really want to wake you up, but what if he really is sick? he feels like a little kid who threw up in the middle of the night. he reaches over to shake you awake. you stir and roll over.

you open one of your eyes to peek at your boyfriend. “hyuka? hey, what’s wrong?” you ask, rubbing your eyes before opening both of them to take in his figure fully. you lift yourself onto your elbows, sensing something is wrong.

“my stomach… my head… hurts,” he mumbles. his headache is hitting him in full force. he groans, leaning his head on the headboard behind him. you lift yourself up to sit criss-cross, looking at him with a worried expression.

you lean over him to turn the lamp on the bedside table on. you can tell he’s pale and bordering on sickly. you place the back of your hand on his forehead. he’s burning up. just to double check, you lift onto your knees to place your lips to his skin. yep, burning.

“oh my god, kai. you’re burning up! do you want some tylenol? do you want a cold cloth for your forehead?” you hold his face in your hands; his entire face is on fire. he shakes his head, wrapping his hands around your wrists.

“need something else…” he presses his lips to yours, whining into your mouth. your tongues collide in a feverish fight for dominance. he sucks on the tip of your tongue as he pulls you closer.

"need your mouth, sweetheart, please," he mumbles. you nod against him, kissing him a few more times before pulling away. you crawl down the bed, hooking your fingers under his waistband as you move.

you let his hardened cock pop out of his shorts and boxers. you're practically already drooling puddles on his legs at the sight. you wrap your hand around the base, stroking him slowly. you ghost your tongue over his tip, gathering his pre-cum.

you take his tip between your lips and suck ever so gently. he takes a sharp breath and bucks his hips up. you push down on his protruding hip bone, silently telling him to stay still.

he drapes his arm over his eyes, his chest heaving. you bob your head up and down on his length at a steady pace. he places his free hand on the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. you move faster, your mouth and hand keeping a matching speed.

“fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me cum like that,” his voice is low and raspy, probably the result of his oncoming sore throat. as he starts thrusting into your mouth you realize he won’t be the only one with a sore throat if he keeps fucking your mouth like this.

you hum against him before making sure to keep up your ministrations. his whines get more and more high pitched as his high creeps up on him. you remove your mouth and jerk him quickly. “cum for me and i’ll make sure you feel better, kai,” you smile a sinister type smile at him.

he looks at you with the glassiest eyes imaginable as he comes undone for you. he spills all over your hand and his lower abdomen. you stroke him slowly to coax him through his orgasm. you press your lips to his forehead, finding that he’s still burning up.

“will you let me ride you, baby?” you ask him. he nods, his heavy breathing starting to subside. you shimmy out of your own pants and underwear before hovering your core over his half-hardened length. you reach down to hold his length as you slide down on it.

his hands rest on your hips, his fingertips leaving imprints on your hip bones. you set a soft rhythm to start, only barely rocking your hips back and forth. you play with the hair on the back of his neck as he tries to focus on you. you bring your lips to his, resulting in a spitty mess of teeth and tongues.

you finally move faster when your own body can’t even take the teasing. his hands fall away as he watches himself disappear inside you; a bulge appearing in your lower abdomen every time he’s sheathed completely.

he traces the outline with his finger, amazed at how well you take him. “do you feel better, hyuka?” you ask, seemingly out of the blue. you snap him out of his amazed trance with your question. “feeling much better, my love,” he says softly. you give him a small smile back as your legs start to burn and your high builds up.

“fuck, kai, i’m gonna cum,” you gasp. his hands tighten on your waist to thrust his hips up to meet yours. your high washes over you like a tidal wave, causing you to collapse onto your boyfriend’s chest. he thrusts a few more times into you before releasing inside you.

he holds you close, his arms trapping you against him. you know you should get up and go to the bathroom and also get redressed. but heuning kai is just so warm and comfortable. much to your dismay, you end up falling asleep on him.

when you wake up in the morning, he’s feeling somewhat better. you can tell that you, for sure, caught whatever he has. you both call out of work and spend the whole day in bed. and maybe have round two…. and three.

#lomlhwa #lomlhwa requests #txt #tomorrow x together smut #tomorrow x together #heuning kai #heuning kai smut #txt smut

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mairsedoats · 3 days

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My (quite long) list of samfro fic recs :-)

Leaving here some of my favorite samfro fics (so far) because well, why not? The ones with a little star (☆ ) are like… favorites of all time! They’re incredibly good (in my humble opinion anyhow.)

Starting off with a bunch of AU’s:

Down the Slopes - fizzingwhizbee ☆

Ski instructor Sam and Writer Frodo modern AU (rating T)

Through a Glass, Darkly - fizzingwhizbee ☆

Over the Garden Wall AU (Rated T)

Why were you digging (what did you bury) - blankie ☆

Frodo as a sort of God AU. (Rated T)

Impressions of a Morning Glory -mangostrawberry ☆

Where Frodo wakes up without his memory. Post-quest AU (rated T)

A Second Cup of Coffee - mangostrawberry ☆

coffee shop AU where Sam works at a coffee shop and Frodo is a college student who frequents the shop. (Rated T)

Tasteful Floral Arrangements - j9ac9k

College coffee shop AU; Frodo develops a slightly obsessive crush on the shop assistant at the florist on the high street. (Rated T)

Just like a Folksong - jolychetta ☆

Coffee shop/florist AU. (Rated G)

Come away with me - tayles_28

Another coffee shop AU because apparently I’m a sucker for those. (Rated M)

Flower Boy - Cronch_Rat ☆

A growing flowers on your skin AU. (Rated T)

Tulips and carnations - kathkin

Florist Sam and college student Frodo AU. (Rated T)

A light in the darkness - YamBits (I absolutely love Yambits’ works)

Frodo has settled into his life as Mayor, with Sam as his Deputy, when Merry arrives with news of an old terror, set on stalking Frodo. (Rated M)

Poisoned Mushrooms - YamBits ☆

Frodo's friends conspire to defend him against strange accidents and dark figures drawn to Bag End. As the world gets darker, Frodo and Sam find themselves growing closer. Set a year before the Journey. (Rated M)

Crossing the Barrier - YamBits ☆

Sam crosses the sea, and reunites with Frodo. After waiting to speak with him for so long, Sam finds that Frodo has lost the ability to speak their common language. (Rated T)

Seasons and sentiment- fizzingwhizbee

Winter in Bag End. Sam is dealing with a Problem. (Rated T)

Strawberry Juice - Ethereal_Soul ☆

Frodo writes poetry about Sam lying on his garden, tries to translate it and is embarrassed when Sam almost finds out. Inspired by “strawberry blond” by Mitski. (Rated G)

Thrust out the Harlot - igraine1419

Merry tricks Frodo and Sam into a game of hide and seek. (Rated E)

Hourglass - igraine1419

When strangers arrive in Hobbiton, Frodo is drawn onto a dangerous path. (Rated E)

For Eyes to See that Can - igraine1419

During a long, lonely night at Rivendell, Sam is restless until magic comes to his aid. (Rated E)

Cardinals - LadyRa [au]

The soil Galadriel gave Sam has some unexpected side effects. (Rated T)

Ghosts that we knew - objectlesson

Frodo stays in the shire au. (Rated M)

Of Sun and Shade - icannotevenhhh

Pre-quest. (Rated G)

Passion for Life - lauriel_lunar ☆

Sam reunites with Frodo in Valor after 60 years; Frodo is untouched by time. (Rated T)

Ten Thousand Starlit Nights - lauriel_lunar

Set during Two Towers. (Rated T)

We’ll take our chances (we’ll last a month) - Chash

Fic I had fun reading; roommates AU (Rated T)

Here at the end of all things (with you) - grasslandgirl

Post-quest. (Rated G)

Oh, Samwise Gamgee You Old Fool - Cas_Wings

Pre-quest; When Sam and Frodo go for an outing, they both begin to reflect on their feelings for one another. (Rated E)

Exsanguinating circumstances - chrononautical

Vampire au (Rated M)

Salvation - yeaka

The ring gives Frodo bad cravings; Short vampire AU. (Rated T)

A Kiss Sweeter Than Cream and a Smile Brighter Than Sunlight (Teapots and Copper Kettles) - ohmygoshwhatascream

A sweet one shot. (Rated T)

Flesh Spread Thin Over Aching Bones (A Song in the Wind) - ohmygoshwhatascream

Set in canon where Sam looks for Frodo at the top of the dark tower of Cirith Ungol. (Angsty fic) (Rated T)

I Don’t Care - OpportunityRover

Sam and Frodo share a cloak in the middle of Mordor. (Rated G)

When I consider everything that grows - wrishwrosh

Pre-quest; Floriography. (Rated T)

You sold me a future - tigerlilycorine

A bit more floriography; flowers as a courting device of course… (Rated G)

The Language of Flowers - Annwyn

And more floriogrophy…who cheered! (Rated M)

Watch it grow, from far, from close - bayleavves

Frodo and Sam over the course of the seasons. (Rated T)

In the Silent Forest Listening - Verecunda

Even after the Quest is ended, Frodo and Sam both find it hard to sleep. (Rated G)

For a Mere bit of Love - illegible_scribble

Silly kissing booth fic. (Rated G)

“Always” - ocean_blue

Soulmate AU; When you come of age you receive a soul mark somewhere on your body which represents your soulmate and gives you a clue to who they are. (Rated T)

Heal my heart and drown my woe - winterwyrd

Frodo and Sam take care of each other and try to avoid revealing too much of their hearts in the process. (Rated G)

Sweet Cider - ElderberryWine

Rated T.

#If you continue going through the list you can sorta see I gave up with the descriptions…#samfro #samfrodo #fic rec #lotr #lord of the rings

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thetableistryingtoeatme · 1 month

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Youre a ho

what song makes you feel better?

My YT music wrapped always says my top vibes or whatever are Happy and Up beat, so most of my saved music makes me feel better tbh. But Tongue Tied by Grouplove always makes me think of when you (the ho who sent this) told me to think of you dancing to it whenever I got stressed out during my exam. It was th only way I coul get through the exam and I still sometimes think about it to get through hard exams.

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

Stardust

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?'

I really want a candle that smells like smoke and fire itself but I dont think they make those

4. what flower would you like to be given?

Snapdragons. But in a pot. Don't give me something dead unless its the bodies of my enemies

5. who do you feel most you around?

My dog

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

Physical: I have nice hair, I'm strong, and my dimples are very cute

Non-physical: I'm funny, I always do my best to be kind, and I am very determined

7. what color brings you peace?

rainbow sparkle

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good.

@pinkhobofish

9. what calms you down?

A night walk where I can look at the moon and stars

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

I start physics of astrophysics class next week and I'm very excited to learn about astrophysics!

11. what’s your ideal date?

April 24th. Its my birthday and thus the perfect date

12. how are you?

Sick :(

13. what’s your comfort food?

Cookie dough (or whatever sweet I'm obsessed with at the time) and vegan mac with chicken nuggets

14. favorite feel-good show?

Parks and Rec

15. for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

I haven't gotten any

16. compliment the person who sent you this number.

You are far smarter and more capable than you think. If you believed in yourself half as much as I do, you would be amazed at all the things you could do. And you deserve to do great things.

17. fairy lights or LED lights?

Fairy

18. do you still love stuffed animals?

Yes. I have a stuffed Grogu that my brother got me that I sleep with every night. And if it isn't Grogu, its a fat unicorn one of my students gave me when I had to leave school early for health reasons. I love them with all my heart.

19. most important thing in your life?

20. what do you want most in the world right now?

NASA Pathways Internship

21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

This is not the end. We will come back to our dreams.

22. what would you say to your future self?

Damn, bitch. You look hot

23. favorite piece of clothing?

My comfy or my cropped, plaid blazor

24. what’s something you do to de-stress?

Exercise

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

I love any gift that shows someone cares. I know thats kind of a cop out, but different people have different skills or things they like to make/give. An engraved sword

26. what movie would you want to live in?

Star Trek: A Voyage Home. I want to see the future whales

27. which character would you want to be?

The Doctor

28. hugs or hand-holding?

Hand-hodling

29. morning, afternoon or night?

Night

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

When my dog wakes me up in the middle of the night to ask to come under the covers and then nestles in as close to me as she can and we both fall back to sleep

#asks #ask games

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fbfh · 3 years

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prolonged bisexual panic - steve harrington x fem reader x billy hargrove

genre: angsty bisexual pining + smut

wc: 5k

pairing: steve x fem reader, billy wants to be in the middle, background jonathan x nancy

warnings: everyone's beat up after an ambiguous monster fight, billy has a lot of self loathing and internalized issues, you kiss billy thinking he's steve cause you're half asleep, billy is actually a good brother and not abusive in this, billy has to come to terms with the fact that he's bi and in love with you and steve, morning wood, dream that takes place in a hospital, jacking off in the shower, billy thinks about you and steve while jacking off in the shower, did I mention boners enough yet, billy cries like twice because you're both nice to him, you call yourself mommy as a joke, let me know if I missed anything I don't have any braincells rn

spoilers: billy and max (cause they're introduced in season 2), brief mention of ambiguous monsters and monster slime

summary: caught between you and steve the night after a battle, billy has nowhere to run from the warmth he feels around you two. he doesn't want to admit how badly he wants to be with both of you because he obviously doesn't stand a chance, but he doesn't really have another option at this point.

music rec: i actually made a playlist this time!! you can listen to it on shuffle if you want but it's in chronological order w the plot yk it's only a few songs so I can link them here too

arms tonight - mother mother, water fountain - alec benjamin, caught in the middle - paramore, i/me/myself - will wood, verbatim - mother mother, sudden desire - hayley williams, bizarre love triangle - new order

a/n: why did the writers do billy so dirty.... I could have made sure he was okay.... "i can fix him" yeah well I can add him to my f/o list

also I'm about to start season 3 so no spoilers lol

also also I feel like this is probs some of my best work so far so PLS let me know!!!! give me feedback and validation!!!! rant to me on anon!!!! I wanna hear it you can not possibly annoy me bc I'M the annoying one!!!!! <33

ALSO I've decided to be that bitch and start including outfits in fics again so enjoy this and follow my shoplook!!

as with all nsfw works, all participating characters (steve, billy, and reader) are aged up to 18+, minors obviously dni <3

One benefit of Steve’s parents barely ever being home is that when shit hits the fan, and you’re up late into the night fighting interdimensional monsters, everyone can crash at his place, no questions asked. The older kids - you, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Billy - had gotten everyone over to Steve’s place, ordered some pizza, and set up movies and a giant pillow fort in the living room for the younger kids in hopes that it would help them sleep, and gotten to bed yourselves before three in the morning. It doesn’t sound like much, but after the night you’ve all had, you’ll consider it a victory. You told them more times than you can count, if they need anything you’ll all be right upstairs, wake someone up if you need anything. Jonathan and Nancy had taken the guest room, for obvious reasons, leaving you, Billy, and Steve to crash in Steve’s (in your opinion, garishly plaid) room.

Asleep on your feet, getting ready for bed through nothing more than muscle memory, you and Steve peel off your superfluous layers, leaving you in a baggy tee shirt and sweatpants respectively, and fall into bed without a second thought, asleep within minutes. Neither of you notice the compromising position you’re in, or the intimate touches and soft breathy kisses you share out of habit.

Billy, however, does notice. Mainly because as you fell into bed with each other, he got caught in the middle. He was half asleep minutes ago, but he’s definitely awake now. He barely had time to pull off his jeans, much less put on the pajama pants Steve had tossed at him, so clad in nothing more than boxers and a tank top, you and Steve press your forms into his. Part of him wishes he'd left his jeans on, but with your hand already slipping under his shirt and Steve’s on his thigh, he doesn’t think it would have made much difference.

Steve’s arm is under Billy's head, face in his hair, his other hand sleepily caressing Billy's thigh, sending heat to his core. Warmth radiates off his bare chest, and Billy feels a part of him that was always a little annoyed that Steve was never on the skins team during basketball, one he never let himself acknowledge, flood with catharsis. Curiosity, he always told himself, a type of curiosity only satisfied by locker rooms and… whatever situation he finds himself in now.

You nuzzle your face into his neck, and he lets out a quiet, breathy sigh. He can't stop himself from resting his hand on the dip of your waist. Your shirt riding up from the curve of your hip, his hands seem to move on their own, brushing up and down your waist. He finds a subtle indent on your hip where the elastic of your underwear rests, and he traces the soft material, digging in his heels as his mind wanders places he knows it shouldn’t go.

Laying between you, touching and cuddling you both is such a bizarre sensation; as campy as it may sound, he truly never thought he’d be close to both of you like this. There’s no doubt that he’s wanted to be, desperately, for some time, but he’d always written it off as another self destructive pipe dream.

He’d tried earlier today. He really did. You had just finished patching up and settling down the kids, and were passing around first aid kits to the older siblings. One was given to Jonathan and Nancy, one to Billy, and you and Steve had used the supplies in the bathroom. He had lurked outside the bathroom door, trying to work up the nerve to join you, even just existing separately in the same space would have been enough.

He watched you two through the bathroom door, with you standing in between Steve’s legs while his hands skimmed up and down your hips, finally resting on the small of your back. Your hand under his chin, guiding his face around, you assessed his injuries. He’d gotten away with just a black eye and a busted lip, as he always seems to, and you dabbed at the skin gently with a cotton ball. Steve winced slightly at the sting, and Billy could just make out your voices, quietly floating to the doorway.

“Y’know,” Steve started, “I think I’m gonna need a lot of get better kisses to recover from this one,” he trailed off, pulling you closer to him. He just had to walk in the room. Just enter, and make conversation, and keep doing what he was doing before.

“Woah, tiger,” you said with a laugh as he leaned in, grabbing antiseptic cream from the counter, “you won’t be able to kiss anyone if you don’t let me fix your lip.”

You patted his chest, readjusting his face to get a better look. Steve’s eyes got a dreamy sort of look to them, and in that moment, anyone in the room could feel how profound and tangible his love for you is.

He couldn't do it.

Breath pulled from his lungs, Billy returned to Steve’s room, your laughter echoing down the hall at something one of you had said. Misery seemed to pump from his heart through his veins, spreading throughout his entire body.

Now he doesn’t have to wonder what your hands would feel like on his chest, or what Steve’s arms would be like loosely wrapped around him. He doesn’t have to wonder what your shampoo would smell like, or what Steve’s sleepy sighs feel like against his skin. Now, lying here with you, both of you, it’s surreal how fast the tides have turned, how fast that deep resounding sadness has turned into overwhelming warmth and fulfillment. Even if it doesn’t mean anything by sunrise, he knows it will to him.

Even still, he feels like he's being torn apart. At this point, he can’t deny how badly he wants this, how he'll take any scraps of attention, or even passive inclusion, you and Steve might throw him, but for reasons infuriatingly beyond his understanding, his instincts keep telling him to run. That this warmth he's feeling is too much and he'll get burned, or worse, accustomed to it, never able to survive in the inevitable coldness of solitude again. And then what? He just curls up and dies? He lets out an irritated sigh. Frustration, many kinds of it, continues to build.

He squeezes his eyes shut, blinking heavily as he tries to stay awake. He can’t dwell on that distress, as much as he might like to; every breath, every touch of your skin on his, the warmth radiating off of you and onto him keeps him painstakingly in the present. Touching both of you like this, soft and gentle, is so intense, a strange sort of high he’s never felt anywhere else. His long building panic begins to plateau, as he settles into the unwavering sensation of being between you like this. He finds himself blinking more and opening his eyes less, your comforting touches and his prior exhaustion finally catching up with him.

He doesn’t want to sleep. He doesn’t want to risk the miniscule chance that something might happen, and he would sleep through it. He feels you moving, heart in his throat, looking at you nervously. He doesn’t want you to wake up and be disgusted at being so close to him. You’re so kind to everyone, he knows you’d never say that, but he couldn’t live with himself if he knew he’d made you feel that way.

But you don’t wake up. You stretch, arms and legs elongating, your hand getting dangerously close to his hips, before settling back into a comfortable position. Your hips rock against his thigh a few times as you get comfortable, and he bites his lip, trying desperately not to make any noise. Your hand, no longer resting on the bare skin of his stomach, grabs onto the collar of his shirt, pulling it gently. And it stays like that. There you are again, Steve’s breath ghosting steadily over his face, you pressed into his side. In this new position, he can feel the soft flesh of your chest against his.

It’s too much. He wants to get up and leave, and he wants to stay here forever, leaning into this newfound warmth, but he does nothing. He lays there, paralized, choking on conflict. He squeezes his eyes shut, breathing growing ragged as he tries to calm himself, stay in control of his emotions. He’s really glad you’re both sound asleep and not awake to see the stray tears that slip down his cheeks.

He feels you stir again, and tries to force his breathing to slow down. Your hand leaves his chest, and rises softly to his cheek. He flinches slightly as you brush away the tears rolling down his face with the most gentle touch he thinks he’s ever felt in his life. A new wave of deep sadness hits, the tenderness of your gesture making him want to cry more. You shift, pressing a soft, sleepy kiss to his formerly tear stained cheeks. The feeling amplifies.

“Hey, it’s okay,” you murmur in his ear, emulating nothing but pure love and warmth, “I’ve got you, you’re okay…” You continue pressing soft kisses into the side of his face and neck, hand rubbing soothing circles on his chest and stomach.

“You’re okay Stevie.”

In spite of the reassuring tone of your voice, he thinks being split open and gutted with a cleaver would hurt less. He stares at the ceiling, your touch hypnotic.

“I love you.” you say into his ear, pressing a kiss into his jaw. “You’re just… the sweetest person, and I love you so much…”

Slowly, turning his head toward yours, he watches your silhouette in the dark room, moonlight illuminating everything in a surreal, blue cast. Slowly, tenderly, he leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. You hum in approval, pace of your hand on his chest and stomach slowing down. He begins to get caught up in the soothing, hypnotic current of your movements, unaware that he’s even closed his eyes.

He soon finds himself in an uncomfortable plastic chair along the hall of a hospital. He’s filled with a visceral sense of disgust and sickening dread. He’s waiting, stuck stagnant on news that may or may not come. A hand comes up, and he recognizes it as Steve’s. He gently guides Billy’s head to the side, resting on his shoulder, arm around him. His free hand rests on Billy’s leg, and Billy places his own shaking hand on top of it. Soon after your hand covers his, thumb rubbing his skin reassuringly. Your free arm wraps loosely around his waist as you sit curled up in the seat next to him, resting your head on his chest.

And you stay like that.

As doctors and nurses and hospital staff rush around, completely ignoring him, he waits. He’s still full of that sickening, miserable, cold feeling, but you and Steve are completely unshaken, unbothered; still, but not stagnant. The waiting, not even bothering to beg doctors and nurses for any kind of information because he knows they won’t give him anything, is still horrible, but with you and Steve here, beacons of peace and tranquility, it’s enough to take the edge off. Enough to make it bearable. He’s not sure what happens next, as his consciousness is pulled quickly back to a waking state.

His head is turned away from you, resting on Harrington’s arm, his eyes damp again. He’s awake, Billy realizes, from the comforting shushing noises he’s making.

“It’s okay, I’m right here baby…” he mutters, voice thick with sleep, and presses a kiss to the top of Billy’s head.

“You know I love you, right?”

His words hang in the air.

Billy nods slowly in confirmation. Just to make sure he doesn’t wake up, he tells himself, nothing to do with how much time he’s spent avoiding imagining what a love confession from Harrington would be like. Even he can see how thinly veiled that load of bullshit is.

“Cause I do.” Harrington says, breaking the late night silence once again, “I love you lots.”

There might have been more, but he’s asleep again within moments. It’s not what he thought it would be like, not even close - even his wildest fantasies never would have placed him in this situation - but he’ll take what he can get. He feels his breathing fall in line with yours and Steves, eyes blinking slower and slower.

His mind is awake before his eyes open. All of the muscles in his body are relaxed, and he’s so warm. He’s hit with the distinct, resounding feeling that something really, really good has happened, but he shouldn’t question what it is, or it will just disappear from his grasp. If he plays his cards exactly right, and doesn’t move too fast, he won’t break this beautiful delicate thing he’s been given.

Someone moves behind him, and his eyes open. Your face is barely an inch away from his, his arm slung over your waist. One of your legs rests between his, his dick rock hard and cushioned by your soft thigh. Steve shifts behind him, letting out a sigh that fans over Billy’s neck as he wakes up. Face flushing, Billy realizes that he can feel Steve, who has the same problem, hard and right up against him.

You stretch, and sit up, turning to face them. As if you couldn’t get any sweeter, you very politely ignore the fact that Billy was practically just grinding into your thigh.

“Morning,” you yawn, and his chest squeezes. How are you so fucking cute? Steve rolls over, either not noticing or not caring that he’d just had his dick up against Billy’s ass. Billy’s not sure which is worse. He picks up the clock on the nightstand.

“What time is it?” he says, still obviously groggy. His hair is messy and his cheeks are flushed from sleep.

“God, I don’t even know,” you say with another stretch, your shirt riding up and exposing your hips and waist. He can handle this, he can just be normal. Act like nothing weird happened. You let out the softest, breathy little moan when you stretch.

“Last night was really something, huh?” You ask rhetorically, with the jovial, almost conspiratory look you get from sharing an inside joke or a secret with someone. Billy’s heart is pounding. He looks over at Steve, who looks between you two with the same look.

“Yeah,” he says with a chuckle. He wonders if this is it, if… he doesn’t know what would finally happen. He just knows he’ll say yes if it’s with you two. Steve continues.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many monsters in one place.”

Right.

The big event that happened last night was fighting a horde of monsters, not three people sharing a bed. He stands up abruptly, his flight response going into overdrive now that he’s not at risk of waking you up.

“I’m going to take a shower.” he says, quickly making his way to the door.

“Yeah,” Steve starts, “the bathroom’s right down the-”

He’s out the door before Steve can finish. A few feet down the hall, he hesitates, and circles back to Steve’s door, hearing your voices faintly through the small opening.

“I know, I did too! You’d think we’d be up all night from the adrenaline, but I was out like a light.”

“Yeah, maybe we should have Billy sleep with us more often…”

A fresh wave of heat hits his cheeks, and his cock is straining against his underwear. He rushes to the bathroom and closes the door firmly.

Maybe we should have Billy sleep with us more often. You don’t say shit like that unless you’re into someone, right? Maybe… maybe he wasn’t completely delusional about how he felt last night. If you didn’t want to be with him, you would have hated waking up next to him, right? God, he wants to be with you so fucking much.

He looks over at the sink and remembers you patching up Steve. He braces himself against the wall with one arm, imagining Harrington's arms around his waist. He mimes tilting Steve's head back, tending to his injuries. He can almost hear his voice asking him for get better kisses, his tone cocky in a way that makes a wistful smile ghost over his face. He sits on the closed toilet, head tilted back like Steve's had been, and imagines your soft, caring touch. He wonders what little nicknames you’d come up with for him… maybe cowboy, or hot shot. He lets out a weepy, yearning laugh rubbing his hands over his face. Whatever it is, it would sound so cute coming from you. It always does. He wonders if you’d pat his chest like you did with Harrington, or maybe run your hand through his hair a few times.

He tries to catch his breath but memories from last night won’t stop replaying in his head, and he finds himself touching all the places you did last night. His hand grips the collar of his shirt, mimicking yours, fingers trail along his thigh like Steve's did.

"You know I love you, right?"

He's palming himself, hand already sticky with precum, almost poking out of his boxers. Steve's voice echoes in his head and he feels you kissing tears off his face.

"Cause I do. I love you lots." Your hands rub soothing circles on his chest and stomach, his pace increases… He's still there mentally, lying between you, perfume and cologne mixing and mingling into something completely intoxicating that he doesn't want to stop breathing, even if he's getting high off it and- Jesus Christ, he has to get rid of this morning wood right now.

He turns the water on hot; he gave up on cold showers a while ago. They don't help him, not when it's you two he's thinking about. He strokes himself as he peels off his clothes, frustrated and desperate and heavy. He steps into the hot water, wishing his hands were yours… or maybe your mouth. Maybe Steve’s hands... your hands, Steve's mouth?

Any of it.

All of it.

He throws his head back against the tiles, cool in contrast with the water so hot it's already making his skin pink. He can't fight his mind for much longer, can't stop the torrent of images and desires, imagined touch ghosting over his skin. He pants, breath heavy with lust and steam in the air. He wishes something would happen, wishes you'd have the sudden desire to break down the door and join him. He wishes you'd barge in together, one shoving their tongue down his throat, the other sucking hickeys into his neck. He increases his pace, finally getting somewhere.

You would bang on the door before entering, tear off your clothes and squeeze into the tight space with him, because…

“Because we can’t keep our hands off you,” he imagines your voice, so breathy and cute and close to him. Your hands would touch him all over, quickly making their way to his cock.

“Besides, do we need a reason?” Harrington would ask from behind, caging you both in with his strong arms, his lips dangerously close to Billy’s ear.

God, he wants you so bad, wants your cute little body pressed up against him, wants to feel Harrington’s hands grope him, going down, down, down… he wonders if he could actually have sex with you, both of you, or if it would be too much for him.

“I guess we’ll just have to practice,” you’d say, hands in his hair, pulling him down into an open mouthed kiss.

“We’ll have you trained up in no time,” Steve would murmur into his neck before sucking another hickey. What he wouldn’t give for you to ravage his body, have your way with him. He knows he’d love it too. He never thought of himself as submissive before but…

His mind continues to wander.

Harrington, he realizes, he’s seen naked before, in the locker room. A shameful heat rises to his cheeks as he recalls every carefully stored memory, every carefully defined muscle. He can picture him here now, hair wet, strong arms glistening, hand grabbing Billy’s chin. He’d run his thumb over Billy’s lips with that fiery look in his eyes he only gets when something is really important.

You, however… he’s never seen you like that. His imagination takes off running, thinking back to how you felt pressed up against him, the soft skin of your bare legs rubbing against his.

He slides down the wall of the shower slowly, growing closer. He wonders what you’d feel like in his hands, in his arms, for real this time. He’d slide down the shower wall like he is now, you coming down with him. You’d straddle his hips, body soft in front of him against the hard wall. Your nails dragging down his chest and through his hair, you’d look up at him taking all the breath from his lungs. You’re so pretty, you’re both so pretty. He wants to be pretty. He wants to be pretty to you.

He wants both of you.

He wishes you were both in here, as desperate to be with him as he is to be with you. He wishes he was sandwiched between you again, four hands groping him, pulling at his hair, helping him out, touching him where he needs it most.

A loud knock at the door, followed by your voice snaps him out of his train of thought. He stands up, startled.

"Billy?" You call again. He freezes.

"Yeah?" His voice cracks. He can't make out what you say.

"Can we come in?" You ask again. His heart is in his throat. There is nothing he wants more than for you to come in right now. But god, he was so close. He waits, cock still hot and throbbing in his hand. He can’t keep jerking off to the thought of his friends absolutely ruining him when you’re right there, right?

“Yeah,” he says again. The door creaks open, and the temperature drops as steam billows out, your voices taking its place.

“We’re doing some laundry to get the rest of the… slime… out of our clothes,” you say, recalling how repulsive those monsters were, “so which one do you want?”

He barely processes what you’re saying, terrified you’ll somehow find out exactly what he’s doing and why he’s doing it, terrified you can somehow see through him and into his thoughts. In spite of how impossible it is, he’s terrified at the thought of either of you being… disgusted with him? With everything he's thinking about you? He's terrified, terrified you’ll hate him, cast him out like a horny lusting pariah. It’s not like you’re even that close to begin with, no matter how much he might like to be.

“What?” he asks, brain fogged with confusion and thoughts of you.

“Detergent. What are they again?” you ask the second part more quietly, and Steve’s voice now bounces against the walls, still groggy from sleep.

“Clean linen or April fresh.”

“Uh…”

“Blue or pink?” Steve asks again, simplifying the question.

“Both.” he blurts before he can think.

“Okay,” you say, “we’ll let you know when your clothes are clean.”

“I have some stuff for you to borrow until then.” Steve adds, “I’ll leave it on the counter.”

“Sounds good.” Billy says, trying not to sound snappy. He lets out a shaky, haggard breath.

“Breakfast is cereal and leftovers,” you begin.

“And a lot of coffee.” Steve interjects. You continue with a chuckle.

“You can come whenever you’re ready.”

“Right.” he can come whenever he’s ready.

“Thanks.” he blurts as an afterthought.

After what feels like an eternity (and simultaneously not nearly long enough) the door is closed and he’s once again alone with his thoughts. He braces himself against the wall, water dripping down his face, right hand lazily holding his cock, now gripping it with a newfound fervor. He pants, grinding into his hand, wishing he had something or someone - or someones - to help him out a little.

He wonders what you would do if you were getting Harrington off. Images of you pumping his cock and pulling his hair, whispering dirty shit in his ear flood Billy’s mind. For the thousandth time, he imagines being right in the middle of it. Back pressed against Steve’s broad chest, you straddling his lap, telling him how to touch himself… Finally, it’s enough to send him over the edge. He humps into his hand, and muscles contracting, balls twitching, and climaxes hard. Riding out his high, he pumps out all the thick hot cum that’s been building up - and hopefully the feelings building up along with it.

He sinks to his knees and watches it go down the drain, panting and light headed. Once he catches his breath, he stands back up. Right as he reluctantly turns off the water, the door opens again. His stomach drops. If he had come in any sooner… he wonders if you could hear him over the running water.

“Clothes are on the counter.” Steve says, now sounding more awake, the smell of coffee wafting and mingling with the steam in the room. Billy runs a hand through his wet hair, brushing it back, and thanks him.

“Need a towel?” Steve asks.

“Yeah,” Billy says, and he watches as a moment later Steve’s hand pokes past the shower curtain, handing him the fluffy material, their fingers brushing as he takes it from him.

“Thanks,” he says, slightly breathless.

“No problem.” Steve says casually. The door opens and closes, and Billy is alone again. He wraps the towel around his waist, stepping out into the rest of the bathroom. He looks at the clothes on the counter; gray sweatpants and a led zeppelin tee shirt, knot tied in the front. He recognizes the sweatpants as Steve’s, and the shirt as yours. A soft smile kisses the corners of his lips.

Once he’s dried off and dressed, he decides to leave the shirt tied up, even though it shows a lot more of his midriff than he’s used to. He can picture you clear as day in this exact shirt, casually gathering the material and twisting it until it’s knotted up. He looks at the folds in the fabric, face warm, and is struck with the sudden realization that if this shirt ever got untied, it would never be tied in the exact same way ever again. It will always be different.

A sudden outburst of laughter from down stairs snaps him out of his train of thought. He has to face you eventually, he thinks, opening the bathroom door and beginning his descent down the stairs to rejoin everyone, he can’t put it off any longer. He heads down the stairs and into the living room, ruffling Max’s hair and exchanging good mornings.

“Did you sleep okay?” he and Max are newest to all this stuff, and he the last thing he wants is for her to be afraid of anything. He takes solace in the fact that it’s not everyone’s first time at the rodeo.

“Yeah,” she replies, seeming as normal as could be expected under the circumstances, which puts his mind at ease. “How about you?”

“I…” he trails off, knowing this is the worst possible time and place to bare his soul and confess his sins, “slept. I guess.”

“Coffee’s in the kitchen.” she replies without missing a beat.

“So I heard,” he mutters, before heading in that direction. He enters the kitchen, stopping in the doorway

Steve is smothering you in kisses, turning you into a giggling mess. You playfully smack his chest, and he barely pulls away enough to talk.

“Y’know, you really should be nicer to me. I have a booboo eye.”

“Oh, of course,” you say, feigning concern, “I’ll call an ambulance right away.”

“Y’know, a sexy nurse would probably do the job,” he says quietly, nuzzling into your neck.

“Oh… my god.” you laugh in disbelief, “You really are the worst, Harrington, you know that?”

It gets hard to breathe for a minute, as everything he felt last night, and this morning come rushing back, full force. He lets out a soft laugh at the situation. He actually thought he had all this under control for a minute. All of this is amplified as you hand him a cup of coffee.

“Morning sleepyhead,” you smile, passing by. Steve pats his chest

“Will you tell her she’d be an amazing nurse?”

Billy, too flustered to think but just fucking overjoyed to be included, scrambles for an answer.

“I mean…” he says with a smile he hopes comes across as cocky and not lovestruck.

You turn to Steve.

“You’re a terrible influence. I don’t want you around my kids.”

“Oh they’re your kids now?”

“Call me mommy!” you call over your shoulder. Steve and Billy watch you walk away, and Steve says, partially to himself, partially to Billy, “I can not get enough of her, you know?” Steve follows you back into the living room. Billy watches both of you drink coffee and eat breakfast, chatting with the kids.

“Yeah,” he breathes, once again wracked with a visceral sense of longing, a deep empty feeling, the cure for which is painfully within grasp but still intangible, in spite of how much he might try, “I do.”

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all too well

cc!punz x gn!reader

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summary- 'cause there we are again in the middle of the night-we're dancing 'round the kitchen in the refrigerator light- i remember it all too well

warnings- slight angst, crying

pronouns- none used

song rec- all too well by taylor swift

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it’s late at night, but sleep refuses to come. you sigh, looking at your boyfriend dead asleep next to you. his arms around your waist, holding you tight. his head rested on your chest, blond locks messy from sleep. you gently untangle yourself from his embrace, slipping out from under the covers.

the cold air outside of your warm bed hits you with a shock, and you grab one of punz’s sweatshirts off the floor to cover the tanktop you wore. it was a little big, sleeves hanging over your wrists limply. you pulled them up, walking silently down the stairs.

you grab a snack out of the fridge, not hearing the light padding of your boyfriend walking down the steps. he wraps his arms around your waist sleepily, resting his head on your shoulder.

“can’t sleep?” he mumbled, low voice rumbling pleasantly against your skin. he kissed you just below the jawline, lacing your fingers with his.

he spins you slightly, holding you close to him. there you stand, smiling, dancing in the refrigerator light. happier than you ever thought you could be.

then you wake up.

your bed is cold, blankets absent of warmth. you pull them toward you with a shiver, tears forming at the corners of your eyes at the memory you had just relived so vividly. too vividly. you pinch the bridge of your nose, trying to hold back the tears. after all these months, you still remembered it all too well.

your phone screen lights up, displaying his name. punz. the heart was still a part of his contact name. ironic, how he was still a part of your heart as well.

why was he calling you at midnight?

after a moment's hesitation, you pick up the phone, pressing it to your ear.

“hello?” you asked quietly.

“y/n-” his voice broke, as if he had been crying. some part of you wished he had, after what he did.

“why?” you asked simply. he knew what you were asking. why did you call? why do you still care? why do i still care? why did you break up with me?

“i miss you” comes his simple response.

“i-” you couldn't bring yourself to admit you missed him. it was like admitting defeat.

“can we try again, y/n?” he pleaded.

if only you could see the tears on his face.

“i remember it all too well” you whispered, tears beginning to form again.

“can we try, please?” he begs.

“okay” you reply.

“can i come over?” he asks quietly. you hear shuffles in the background.

“yeah.” you respond.

it doesn’t take long before he pulls up, the sound of tires on asphalt carry through your house. you walk down the stairs as he opens the door. he drops his bag at the sight of you, wrapping his arms around you. tears stream down your face as you nearly crumple in his arms.

“its late” you sniff.

“never too late for you” he replies.

“we should sleep” you reply, smiling at the sentiment.

he laces your fingers together. the familiar feeling is back. it feels right.

for the first time in months, you feel warm when you go to sleep. his arms around your waist, holding you tight.

a/n- something about temperature metaphors idk

tags- @allywritesforfun @cr3scentm0on @pixviepie @dukina @wrenqueenisboss

@bunarise i’m sorry but only kinda

#mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #dream smp x reader #dream smp x you #dsmp #dream smp #mcyt #mcyt fanfiction #dream smp fanfiction #punz x you #punz x reader #cc!punz x you #cc!punz x reader #cc!punz #cc!punz x gn!reader

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robinofgothamcity · 3 years

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♡ "the next time i see you, it'll be in hell" / "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me"

♡ pairing: connor kent (superboy/RotS) x fem! reader

♡ note: not checked for grammar or spelling mistakes / i was listening to 'esa hembra es mala' by gloria trevi so if you do speak spanish, that's a song rec while you read this fic. if you don't, listen to 'hermit the frog' by marina instead!

"connor please, you're giving ME a headache and it's only seven in the morning," his friend, jake, spoke as his hands covered his face, "wait, shut up, who is that?" connor asked, seeing you with a few friends.

jake sighed, "that's ( your name )," he spoke softly, "she's friends with everyone here. some like her, some can't stand her. it all depends on how she feels with you." you were schools resident 'popular' girl and had a bit of a following among your class.

"i'm gonna go talk to her," connor said. his friends eyes widened, "connor no!" jake screamed, grabbing his friend and pulling him back, "she's a complete bitch, don't do it!" jake exclaimed as he could tell that everything he was saying was going over connor's head.

you fixed the newspaper that had superboy's face plastered on the cover, "i just think that superboy could beat robin if i'm being honest. PLUS he's attractive because you can actually see his face," the day old conversation between you and your friends about who was the better sidekick struck up again and anyone who knew you knew how much you adored superboy.

"hey ladies," you turned to look at the boy, confused on who he was as you had never seen him around school. you gave him a small smile, "uh, hi?" you asked, "do i know you?"

the boy who approached you was wearing sunglasses which threw you off considering your school didn't allow anyone to wear them inside the building. you looked to his other friend, recognizing him as someone you had in your Calc class.

"just wanted to introduce myself, i'm connor," he said, giving you a sly smirk. you shook his hand, half awkwardly, "please i'm ( your name )," you replied as you saw the way connor gave jake a wink, "is there something you wanted or?" you asked again, not knowing why he was still here.

"no, just wanted to say hi to my future girlfriend," you let out a laugh, catching everyone off guard, "please, as if," you replied as you grabbed your friends and walked away, kind of taken back by the new boy.

"he was kinda cute," one of your friends said as you rolled your eyes, "uh, not really? kinda weird if you ask me," you replied, looking down at the newspaper, "well, i'm going to class, see ya," you said, walked towards your AP Lit class.

you sat down in the front, immediately talking to the friends you had in the class. it wasn't even five minutes later when connor entered the class, immediately smirking when he saw you. you growled, instantly annoyed at his expression.

"ah, so you've met the resident new boy?" you nodded as your friend giggled, "he's really nice. made more than a friends already," she said as you shrugged, "okay and? he had a lot of nerve coming up to me and telling me i'd be his future girlfriend," you replied.

she let out a belting laugh, "yeah, he told meghan from fifth period the same thing," you saw connor walking up to your desk and before he could make himself comfortable next to you, you instantly put your leg on the chair, "don't even think about it," you said, not even looking at him, "the desk in the back is available though," you smirked as you watched your teacher roll her eyes at your attitude.

connor bent down to your level, "don't gotta be so hostile, sweetheart, i know you like me," he whispered before getting up and leaving.

your friend, looked at you, laughing at disbelief at both of your attitudes. you rolled your eyes, trying to pay attention to the discussion as you could feel connor's eyes on you almost the entire time.

throughout the weeks and going into months, your relationship with connor didn't change. he arguably became the biggest pain your ass from the beginning of the day until the final bell rang. he managed to befriend a few of your friends which meant that you were around him at times.

you sipped your coffee as you were reading the newest article on superboy, "ah, ah, ah, what do we have here?" connor asked, taking the magazine from your hand, "superboy fan, huh?" he scanned the cover, a smug smirk coming onto his face as you snatched the magazine back.

"yeah, someone who's actually useful in life," you replied as he walked with you to your locker. he had never saw the inside of it and taken back by the amount of photos you had....of him, "aww, don't be that way, sweetheart! maybe one day superboy will actually give you a chance," he joked.

your annoyance instantly shot up as you slammed your locker and walking away, "see ya later sweetie!" he screamed. you stopped in the middle of the hall and flicked him off, "the next time i'll see you, it'll be in hell!" you yelled, storming off to class.

you walked into class, sitting down as your friend, henry, walked up to you, "hey babe," he said, a warm feeling crossing your face at the term of endearment, "hey henry, what're you up to?" you asked, seeing him looking at you, a bit nervously now.

"i was wondering if you were free-," before henry could say anything else, connor walked up behind him and tapping him on the shoulder. he had heard the conversation between the two of you and knew exactly where it was heading, "uh, she's not interested, better luck next time," connor stated, surprising henry with his sudden angry attitude.

henry knowing he didn't want to risk the chance of getting his ass kicked walked away from the conversation as you stared at connor with rage in your eyes, "what do you want?" you seethed as you saw connor's smirk playing on his face, "you weren't actually entertaining him, were you?" he asked in disbelief, "i literally hate you with every ounce of my being," you blurted, finally sick of connor's attitude.

his mouth hung open as you got up from the desk, "do me a favor and PLEASE leave me alone, that's all i ask," you stated as you walked out of class and deciding to ditch for the rest of the day.

"told you she was gonna blow up," jake informed as he sat down in his seat, connor still standing in place, taking in everything you had said. he knew he was being a bit of an ass but he didn't know you were that angry with him.

connor knew he had to make this up. he genuinely did like you and he didn't want to ruin his chances with you because of his shitty attitude. throughout the class period, he picked his brain for ideas until sirens went off in his head.

SUPERBOY.

he knew you were practically in love with his alter ego and he knew he could use superboy as a way to persuade you into giving him another chance. that is if he played his cards right.

you reluctantly showed up the next day, trying to avoid connor as best as you could. you were talking with a few friends, gossiping about the fight that superboy and robin had against a few low level villains in metropolis last night.

"hey, look at connor," jake whispered, seeing his friend practically beat up. you were taken back by his appearance as he had a few bruises on his arms and legs, "are you okay?" jake asked connor.

connor shook his head slowly, his body still recovering from the night before, "what were yall talking about?" he asked, trying to redirect the conversation. everyone looked to you, "someone was gushing about superboy, so please, if you'd continue," meghan said playfully.

"oh shut up, like you don't have robin posters all over your room," you retorted as you watched connor struggling to stay upright, "all i'm saying is that superboy remains the best sidekick there is. did you see the way he walked out of that fight scratchless and look at robin, he nearly died," you continued.

meghan instantly retorted as you noticed how eerily silent connor had became. you turned over to him, about to say something sarcastic towards him until he flopped on top of you, passing out completely. you looked down at him, "connor?" you whispered, "hey connor, wake up," you whispered, shaking him a bit.

"take him to the nurse!" jake yelled at you as you grabbed connor by the arm and pulling him against you, "fuck off, he's heavy as hell," you breathed, trying to steady his weight against you before walking slowly towards the nurse.

you made the walk to the nurse but by the time you made it, connor had woken up, "don't take me to the nurse, please," he whispered, "what are you talking about?" you exclaimed, "you clearly aren't okay and you don't look okay either," you added on.

he steered the two of you to the family bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit, "clean me up here, i really don't want to be questioned right now," he said, nothing cocky or playful in his voice. you sat him on the toilet, bending down to clean his face first, "hey, is everything okay....you know at home?" you asked.

he laughed, shaking his head, "these injuries aren't from my guardians if that's what you're wondering. i kinda got into a fight last night," you stared at him confused, "did you lose or something? these injuries look horrible," you replied.

"course i did, just took a nasty beating before i won," he said as he flinched at the rubbing alcohol hitting his arm. you muttered a sorry as you put a band-aid on a few of his cuts, "listen, i wanted to say sorry for acting like a prick," connor muttered a few minutes later.

you were taken back by his apology, "i knew i was being an ass but please don't take this as me joking but you're actually the best thing that's happened to me since i transferred," you remained silent, not knowing to respond as you put the last band-aid on his knee.

"and if i could have a second chance, that would be super dope, ya know?" he tried to say without sounding nervous, "you better not be joking, kent," you threatened, putting your finger on his chest and shoving him a bit.

connor flinched back in pain as you muttered a sorry, "i'm not joking, i'd really like to take you out for coffee sometime," he asked as he grabbed your hand and gave it a kiss. you agreed as you responded with a kiss on his cheek, "also, i had this lying around my room and figured you'd like it more than i would," he dug into his backpack and gave you a magazine.

your eyes widen seeing what it was. it was the magazine that superboy first appeared in and you had analyzed a few signatures of his to know that it was his signature on the front, "did superboy sign this?" you practically tried to contain your excitement as you ran your finger over the sharpie.

connor nodded, "i met him one time after he saved a few people in metropolis last year and got him to sign the magazine. i figured since you like hm a lot more than i do, you'd take care of it better than i would," overwhelmed with excitement, you grabbed connor by the neck and kissed him.

connor was taken back by the sudden kiss but awkwardly responded with another kiss as you held the magazine close to your chest, "i can't thank you enough for this connor," you whispered, your lips still on his a bit. he chuckled, "just meet me at the coffee shop near the school and that'll suffice," he replied, giving you another kiss before slowly getting up.

"now lets get to our second period before we get marked truant again," he grabbed your hand and held it as softly as possible, "you know how much shit our friends are gonna give us, right?" you said, laughing a bit. connor nodded, "nothing we can't handle," he replied as he squeezed your hand in reassurance.

#dc x reader #dc imagine #dc #superboy x y/n #superboy x reader #superboy imagine #connor kent #connor kent imagine #connor kent x reader #connor kent x you #comics

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jkbabiey · 3 years

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🇵 🇷 🇴 🇲 🇮 🇸 🇪 [ 🇯 🇯 🇰 ]

Words: 3.5 K

Pairing: hitman!Jungkook x medstudent!reader

Warnings: angsty; killing; using females as sexual distractions; very brief smut (it's not even smut, it's like a smutty phrase)

Song Rec: Alrighty Aphrodite - Peach Pit; Soda - Nothing but Thieves; Would You - The Vamps; Middle of the night - Eley Duhé; Daddy Issues - The Neighbourhood; Searching - Z by Z

It was about three in the morning when you were suddenly woken up by the annoyingly high-pitched ringtone of your phone. You seriously had to change that. Your first instinct (and you'd be worried if it wasn't everyone's first instinct) would be to turn off your alarm and throw your phone anywhere far away from your peaceful sleeping form. It was your day off, you had to enjoy it.

But then you noticed Jungkook's warm presence in your bed, wasn't there and his side of the mattress was cold.

JK ❤️ CALLING…

You picked up the phone, as the irritating sound of your ring phone was substituted by Jungkook’s hushed tone.

“Y/n…” he started. There wasn’t a ‘sorry for waking you up' or a simple ‘hey’. He was in panic. Jungkook wasn’t ok, which made you sit up quickly, waiting to hear more of him. “Y/n, I need you to go to my office," you stood up and, in quick, large steps, got inside his dark office. "Beneath the secretary, there’s a key,” he sounded like he was whispering and hiding somewhere. “You’re going to find a big black bag inside the closet I always tell you not to open. Don't check what's inside the bag. Meet me in the dark corner behind the coffee shop near our place, yeah?”

It was the first time Jungkook sounded this desperate. Something had gone wrong and you were sure he wasn’t alright. Jungkook would never involve you in any part of the twisted world he worked in. “Baby, are you-“

“I’ll be waiting. Be as quick as you can.”

And he hung up.

Walking down the dark empty streets near your house, with a big black bag full of weapons, such as guns, knives, and drugs (of course you opened the bag, despite Jungkook's warnings), you saw the coffee shop Jungkook had mentioned from afar. You entered the dark alleyway behind it, catching a glimpse of a manly silhouette.

Jungkook’s face appeared in the dark alley, illuminated by the faint weak light close by. Jungkook had a busted eyebrow and lip and was holding his right shoulder. He approached you, catching the obvious fear on your face.

“Jungkook, what’s happening?” you asked, uneasy, but Jungkook wouldn’t answer, just taking the heavy sack from your hand and kissing your forehead softly.

“Go back home and sleep. Forget this happened, I’ll be home soon, yeah?”

“Fuck no!” you blurted and Jungkook was quick to take his bloody hand, which was previously holding his shoulder, to your mouth, covering it. You widened your eyes in panic, seeing the state he was in. His t-shirt was completely covered in blood on the right side of his torso and the skin on his shoulder looked like it had been cut.

“You’re gonna keep quiet. When I let you go, you don’t say a word and go. home.” he whispered, using the menacing tone he had used on you the day you found out about his sinister occupation. It didn’t really scare you anymore. You learned the worst way that Jungkook would never hurt you, in any circumstance, so Jungkook could use any tone of voice he wanted on you because you wouldn't budge.

You weren’t leaving, but you nodded with his hand still on your face, so he would let you go.

When he took his hand away from your face, it was covered in his blood. You quickly tried to wipe it away with the sleeve of your black sweatshirt. “You’re insane if you think I’m leaving after seeing you’re hurt,” you muttered as your eyes bored into his - your gaze just as threatening as his.

You had learned how to be scary when the time came to it. It could be alarming when Jungkook came home, frustrated, after a bad day at work - he could push anyone away in fear with how dreadful his attitude was in those days, so you learned how to deal with it.

Jungkook sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew you wouldn't leave if he didn't explain what was happening to you so he decided to do that. “I thought this would be an easy kill, but apparently the guy is crazy and armed. That’s why I needed this.” he raised the heavy black bag in his hand and you nodded.

“I’ll help you,” you muttered.

“No fucking way, Y/N. Go home,” he argued but you slightly touched his injured, placing your warm hand on his shoulder, which made him hiss and tumble back in pain - which proved your point.

“You’re injured, you can't do anything by yourself in this state - I’m not going home, just to wake up tomorrow morning with Jimin calling to tell me you’re dead!” you yelled and Jungkook sighed, regretting ever calling you and pulling you into this.

You had met Jimin about a month ago. You and Jungkook had had a whole argument about how he knew every single member of your family and all your friends and you didn't know one single person close to him. He did try to make it up to you with amazingly hot sex, but it didn't work - when you two finished you brought up the same issue and Jungkook had no choice but to call Jimin the next morning, asking him to go with the two of you to get breakfast.

"You're making this harder for me Y/N. Just go home, please," he begged but you quickly denied his request, shaking your head. Jungkook stepped away from you, walking anxiously from side to side. When he did, finally, look at you, his eyes were uncertain and you tilted your head to the side, silently asking what he was thinking of.

“What are you wearing under that?” he asked out of nowhere.

“Jungkook, it’s not time for dirty talk!”

“What? - I’m no- Just, what are you wearing Y/N?!” he repeated, frustrated, and you took your sweatshirt off, revealing the tight tank top you were wearing, paired with some short tight jean shorts. Jungkook gave you a once over and approached you, placing a hand on your waist and kissing you - completely ignoring the blood near your mouth, or maybe just unbothered by it - it's not like the guy wasn't used to working with blood, his and other people's.

“Would it make you feel shitty if I asked you to distract him? Don't do anything, just be flirty.” He looked you deep in the eyes and you squeezed his forearm, which was circling your waist.

“What if does something?” he held your body closer to his at that and kissed your lips again.

“I’ll kill him before he does."

You were walking slowly in the dark cold streets, waiting for your target, and you were freezing. The sweatshirt you were wearing, previously covering you from the cold wind of the night, was now stuffed inside Jungkook's bag.

Jungkook was hiding behind some bushes around the area. He had his eyes focused on you and he could see from where he was hiding the way you kept shivering whenever a particularly cold blast of wind passed you by. He had never regretted calling you as much as he did at that moment.

Suddenly, a strange-looking man appeared out of nowhere. Stumbling in the same street you were walking on. He was walking in a zigzag pattern as if he was drunk, but his eyes were scarily focused on every single corner of the street. Jungkook had warned you about him so you were expecting a man in the worst of shapes - but this was another level.

When his scary pair of eyes landed on you, you made sure to look back at him, sending a pretty and flirty smile his way. He seemed to like it, laughing and walking quickly towards you - ou felt like running and screaming out loud - the only thing that prevented you from doing it was the fact that Jungkook was close by and he would never, in a million years, let anything happen to you in front of his own eyes.

So you stayed still, just curling your hair around your finger.

When the man got close enough to talk to you, you noticed his nose was bleeding and Jungkook had managed to leave him in a bad shape, even unarmed.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing in the streets at four in the morning?" the man said in a hushed tone, his eyes still attentive to every dark alley next to you.

"Waiting for a gentleman to take me home, maybe?" you answered, trying to hide the disgust and fear from your tone of voice.

The man stayed quiet for a second, a crepy smile growing on his lips. "Well, it's your lucky day then," he laughed and got close enough for you to feel his heavy breath on your face. "What's your name?"

He was each and each second less focused on the street and more focused on your petite figure in front of him. "Why don't you give it a guess?" you asked back and he brought one of his dirty hands to push a strand of your hair behind your ear.

Suddenly you caught Jungkook's figure appearing from behind the bushes from the corner of your eye but didn't dare focus your gaze on him, in fear the man would notice and catch him. "C'mon beautiful, spit it out..."

It was just before his other hand could rest on your naked waist that you saw the man's head falling along with both his hands. His body fell on top of yours and you saw how there was a trail of blood running down his neck from a deep hole in the back of his head.

Jungkook quickly ran towards you, grabbing his victim's foot and dragging him away from your body. He threw your black sweatshirt back at you, telling you to put it back on.

You were in shock, quickly following his every instruction, even grabbing the dead man's forearms to help Jungkook carry him back into the dark alley you and Jungkook had met before.

It shocked you how this was all coming so naturally to Jungkook as he placed the body down on the harsh ground with force and grabbed his old phone from his pocket to take a picture of the body and send it to the person who had solicited this service.

When Jungkook was done with everything, he looked at you, adjusting the heavy bag on his shoulder. "Let's go home."

"Is he going to stay there? You don't want to put him somewhere else?" you muttered, notoriously nervous and shocked with everything that had happened that night.

"Someone else is going to take care of that," he answered, as gently as he could. Jungkook didn't want to touch you right now after killing a man and being covered in his blood. It wasn't as if you weren't as dirty as he was, as the man had fallen on top of you when Jungkook shot him, but, still, he felt way too dirty to hold you - you deserved better. So he didn't, just signaling with his head for you to start walking.

You were standing under the running water of your shower. Your eyes shut closed and you couldn't do much. Everything that kept playing in your mind was the image of that disgusting man trying to take you home just before dying in your arms. You had carried him away from other people's eyes and left him in the streets to rot.

Jungkook was outside and he acted as if nothing had happened just thirty minutes before. He came home and walked towards the kitchen to get a cup of water, asking you if you wanted one. When you denied it, Jungkook told you to go shower first and you did. It was crazy how nonchalant he was about all of this and the fact that it didn't bother him to slightest left you wondering who, really, was the man you were dating.

How cold did someone have to be to be able to kill without any remorse?

Suddenly, you felt two strong arms, which you knew very well, wrapping around your waist. Jungkook's chin rested on your shoulder and he kissed your neck. "How you doing?" he whispered and you didn't know how to answer that.

How were you supposed to be doing? Why did Jungkook even let you be a part of that, knowing you? Knowing that you are training to become a surgeon and save people, not kill them. "I don't know."

"Are you mad at me?" he asked, grabbing your arm to turn your body towards his, probably sensing your uncertainty towards him by your tone of oice. You faced him. He was way less scary under the lights of the shower, but you could still see the Jungkook you had met a few minutes ago - the Jungkook he was when he did his job was absolutely different from the Jungkook you were dating.

"Why did you let me do that?"

"I told you to go home Y/N! You're the one that decided to stay!" he answered, trying to sound as soft as he could, even when your inquiry had annoyed him to no extent.

"You shouldn't have let me do that!" you yelled, pushing him away, trying to get out of the shower. "Let me go," you said when he held both your arms with his gentle hands to keep you in place.

"I understand that you're in shock, but you're not going to put the blame on me for this Y/N!"

"Jungkook, let me go!" you yelled and Jungkook held you tighter, now pressing your body to his in a familiar embrace. You wanted anything but to be kept in a place you didn't want to be, so you fought, trying to punch his built chest with your closed fists. Jungkook didn't budge, just holding you tighter and tighter each second that you fought back.

So you gave up, letting the tears you had been holding all night fall and run down your cheeks. You rested your head on Jungkook's chest and he placed one of his hands on your hair, massaging the back of your head, trying to calm you down. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, baby..." he muttered against your ear and you placed a soft kiss against the skin of his chest, where your head was placed. "I love you, I'm sorry."

Things with Jungkook had been... sour, these last few days.

After the night you saw Jungkook doing his job things changed - your behavior towards him changed, and he noticed it.

It isn't as if you didn't know what he did, because you did. He had made sure you did and you were with him only because you had chosen to be because if it depended on him, you two would've parted ways a long time ago. But, even knowing what your boyfriend did as his occupation, you were shocked to actually see him doing it. Of course, you had pictured it before, but actually seeing Jungkook kill someone in front of your eyes was a whole another level.

It got you questioning what you were doing with your life. For god's sake, you're the good girl in your group of friends, you have an amazing sister and two great parents, you're about to become a surgical resident and still, you're dating a serial killer.

It was even ironic in your head how you worked to save lives and he killed people every single day.

Another thing that kept on playing over on your mind was the way Jungkook had used you for your body that night. He had offered your body to a dangerous armed man. What kind of man was Jungkook, really?

Jungkook was nothing like you had seen a few nights before - and it got you questioning 'did you really want this life?'

Jungkook was a smart man. He had always been and he always had an advantage over other people for being able to see ahead of time and, many times, predicting what's going on inside their minds. You knew that and you knew that Jungkook knew exactly what was going on inside your mind. It was no big surprise when you got home, after a stressful day at the hospital and he was sitting on the couch waiting for you just to ask "Y/N, tell me what do you want."

"I want to sleep Jungkook," you answered shortly and turned your back on him, just before you felt him turning your body towards him once again, and pushing you towards the wall behind you.

"You're not going to sleep, baby," he whispered against your lips. "I know exactly what you've been thinking these last few days. You think I'm a cold-hearted serial killer that doesn't care about anyone else but himself, right?" Jungkook was angry and he could be scary when he got this way, but you weren't scared of him. You were either a psychopath for not being scared of the angry serial killer you had met the other night, or you were way too innocent to believe Jungkook would ever hurt you in any way because something in your mind kept reminding you that Jungkook would never do that.

"Isn't that what you are?" you asked back, making Jungkook chuckle at your boldness, something new to him - you were never this outspoken when he got angry at you.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I am. That's why I sent you to seduce that man a few nights ago. He could have done anything to you and I wouldn't care," he answered, the poisonous tone of voice he was using on you hitting you right in the heart, but also doing other things. You were unaware of that effect of Jungkook on you.

Suddenly Jungkook felt your lips being hardly pushed against his. You grabbed his neck and jumped to have him quickly grab the underside of your thighs.

Quickly both of your clothes were thrown somewhere in the living room and your ragged breath was mixing with his. Jungkook was rough that night, not sparing you any mercy when his thick grith entered you. You hadn't had sex in a while due to the tense atmosphere that was hovering between you two, so you missed each other - more than you'd like to admit.

It was wild, carnal, almost animalistic. It was quick and harsh. Jungkook had high stamina, not stopping the pace of his hips until you were crying out loud and begging him to stop. Jungkook loved the look on your face as you begged him to go slower - parted lips, blushed cheeks, and watery eyes, boring into his.

When Jungkook stopped, with his face buried on the crook of your neck, still holding you up against the wall - which you were thankful for, both of you knew that if he let you go you'd fall face first of the floor. You weren't prepared to hear Jungkook sobbing a few seconds after you two finished. The big contrast between the manly and strong figure holding you up against the wall and the vulnerability he was putting himself through was now clearer than ever.

You placed a comforting hand on Jungkook's head, playing with his dark locks of hair while still gasping for air after what he had put you through. You shushed him and kissed the skin of his neck affectionately.

"I'm sorry for what happened that night," he whispered against your neck as you kept kissing his. "I never wanted to put you through that, I didn't think you'd want to stay there. I just- I just thought what I told you to do was the safest you could do in all of that, but- but it wasn't, and I-I was so irresponsible... If any-anything had happened to you I wouldn't be able to live with it." Jungkook paused for a few seconds, a sobbing mess already. "I love you and I'm sorry Y/N. I'd kill myself if anything happened to you," he whispered after pulling his head away and locking eyes with you.

"It's alright baby," you whispered back.

Jungkook wasn't the monster you had been painting him to be the last few weeks. He was actually a very sensitive man and he love you. He loved you and you loved him, and that's what mattered to you when you came back to him months ago, and it was still the only thing that mattered to you now.

Yes, Jungkook had shown a completely different part of himself that night, but what now? The side of him you knew and dealt with every day wasn't that one and you were more than happy with the person he had learned to reveal to you. The person he became at work was the person his teammates and victims had to deal with. You weren't his teammate, let alone his victim. You were his partner.

You love him and he loves you and that's all that matters.

#promise #jkxreader #jk #jungkook #jeon jungkook #jungkook scenario #jungkook scenarios #jungkook reaction #jeon jungguk #jungkook fanfic #jungkook masterlist #jungkoo #jungkook doctor au #assassin!jk #hitman!jungkook #hitman!jk #hitman!jkxmedstudent!reader

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crispin-kreme · 3 years

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Can ask the same request as this with Leona, Riddle,Idia.Thank you

twst boys’ first dance under the starlight (pt 2)

pairings: riddle roshearts x gn! reader, leona kingscholar x gn! reader, idia shroud x gn! reader

warnings: grammatical errors

notes: FINALLY I REALLY WANTED TO WRITE THIS WITH THE OTHER TWST BOYS ANYWAYS- thank you sm for waiting and i hope you enjoy this! (also added a song rec for this so yall can imagine 🕴)

song rec:

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

it was in the middle of the night and you couldn’t sleep. you sat up from thebed and watched riddle’s sleeping figure. he looked so peaceful causing you to not wake him up. you figured that using your phone might help you sleep. riddle was awakened by the light and soft sounds of your phone. “why are you up this late?” riddle asks. you were startled a bit, you placed your phone down and looked at him “i couldn’t quite catch some sleep. i didn’t want to wake you.” you explained. riddle sits up beside you. “i’m sorry if i woke you.” you added. riddle sighs “would you like to go for a walk?” he asks. “it would probably help you sleep.” he added. you nodded and agreed to his suggestion of taking you for a night walk.

both of you walked through the rose maze and through the tea garden. “look. the stars are beautiful tonight and so as the moon.” you said in awe as you pointed at the sky. riddle looks up at the sky “they do.” he replied with a smile. looking around through the tea garden, you smirked at riddle. “no one’s here. a little dance with you won’t hurt.” you blurted out as you took riddle’s hands. his eyes widened “a dance? i- i don’t know how to dance, y/n.” riddle says. you chuckled “don’t worry. i’ll guide you.” you replied as you hummed a song. riddle noticed how you were starting to waltz with him. he was mesmerized with you as you danced with him. riddle stops dancing as he cupped your face. he then dives into a kiss- riddle has never got to kiss you under the starlight. you pulled away shortly after. you chuckled at him “how romantic of you… a dance and a kiss under the starlight is quite magical.” you stated. riddle blushed “w-well, this was your idea!” “isn’t it your idea to kiss me?” you laughed as you kissed his forehead.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

you came to leona’s room late in the evening. “leona?” you called as you entered his room. you caught a glimpse of him standing by the balcony of his room. leona’s ears perked up as he heard the sound of your voice. you came to the balcony and stood beside him “you’re here. what took you so long?” leona replied. “ahh.. there was a lot of assignments that hindered my way from going here.” you explained. you looked at the night sky and turned in awe at the stars and the moon. “its beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” leona blurted out. you nodded with a smile at leona.

this gave you a romantic idea. you slowly took leona’s hands in yours “eh- what are you doing, herbivore?” leona asks in confusion. “why won’t we dance? i haven’t been spending time with you a lot.” you said with a smile. leona’s eyes widened “a dance? you know i don’t dance- but fine let’s do it.” leona says as he clicks his tongue in reply. you started to hum and swayed a long with him. you slowly wrapped your hands around him and he did the same to you too. later on, you stopped humming as he cupped your face. slowly, he dived into a kiss. you passionately kissed back and pulled away. “well- that was sudden.” you said with a laugh. “a kiss under the starlight wasn’t that bad.” leona replied.

IDIA SHROUD

“idia, its midnight. you should stop playing your video games.” you said with concern in your voice. “just one more round, y/n.” idia says as his eyes were glued on the monitor and his fingers rapidly pressing on the keyboard. you placed a hand on his shoulder. “your eyes need a break. let’s go out and take a walk, shall we?” you suggested. idia sighed and removed his headphones as he paused the game. he turned to you “fine- i’ll stop playing my games. let’s not go out.” he says as if he was pleading. “idia, you need to go out and rest your eyes once in a while. come on let’s go.” you said.

you decided on taking a walk through the ramshackle dorm. idia was looking at the sky throughout the walk. “the sky is beautiful tonight, isn’t it?” you tell to idia. idia hummed and nodded in reply. you took idia’s hands “i have an idea- let’s dance! it would be romantic.” you said with a giggle. idia’s eyes widened “d-dance?! no, you’ve got to be kidding me.” idia exclaimed. “i’ll guide you through it.” you said as you started to sway with him. you hummed a familiar tune that both of you can dance to. idia was having fun dancing with you but he slows down as he cupped your face. “c-can i?” he asks indicating if he could kiss you “yes you–” you were immediately cut off as he kissed you. you kissed back and pulled away shortly. under the moonlight, you could clearly see idia blush. “i-i couldn’t help it!” idia says in his defense. you chuckled “its alright. that was quite romantic.” you replied as you gave a peck on his lips.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland scenarios #twst imagines #twst x reader #twst scenarios #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #idia shroud

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namelessayakashi · 3 years

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Merlin/Arthur Fic Rec List

This is going to be a long post, so the recs start blow the cut!

I wanted to make a fic rec list!! So, here I am. Should be doing my uni homework that's due tonight but I am a terrible procrastinator.

I will probably make another one later on when I have more time that is more organized, but this one is in no particular order.

Last Updated 23 Sept. 2021

Also, quickly, a big thank you to @kickassfu for the making gif above for this post, ilysm Maf!!

Onto the fics!

Unsaid Love by AeonTheDimensionalGirl

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Return Fic; Angst with a Happy Ending

Wordcount: 4,022

Quick Summary: Songfic for the song Unsaid Emily from Julie & the Phantoms. Follows Merlin through the years as every century on Arthur's birthday more and more of a song is revealed to him when he goes to sleep. [Regency setting fic]

-- I am still not over this fic of @aeonthedimensionalgirl's, this fic is literally incredible. It is so good. I recommend reading it with Unsaid Emily playing on repeat in the background.

The Wisdom Of The Ages by tehfanglyfish

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Fluff; Getting Together

Wordcount: 4,200

Quick Summary: "Saving Arthur while disguised as Dragoon the Great was all well and good until the king decided the old sorcerer deserved a reward. On the run from Arthur, Merlin finds sanctuary in an elderly women's social club. What was supposed to be a one-time visit becomes a regular part of Merlin's week, as he returns each Friday to discuss recipes, commiserate about aches and pains, and lament the state of his love life." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Such a good fic, honestly, like. Merlin befriends Camelot's elderly ladies. Need I say more? It's great.

Forgetful Days by OnceFutureEmrys

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Fluff; Modern AU

Wordcount: 620

Quick Summary: "Arthur is very forgetful. Luckily, Merlin is there to help." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Seriously, @oncefutureemrys this fic is so cute and it's just great, def recommend it

Home in Your Arms by OnceFutureEmrys

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Pining; Fluff; Modern AU

Wordcount: 1,574

Quick Summary: "Arthur is missing Merlin when when he hears someone knocking on the door..." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Yes, another one from OFE, because I love her and her fics. This fic is so sweet, it is a modern University AU!

Ink On A Page by Hisa_Ai

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Pining; Fluff

Wordcount: 2,170

Quick Summary: Merlin writes his feelings on parchment, because if they are on paper, they are just words on a page, and not really his and didn't hold any meaning. One day Arthur notices him writing on one of these pieces of parchment.

-- Literally so beautiful. I loved this fic so much, and I recommend it so much. It is a canon era confessions fic, and it's just so good.

Fool Me Once by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Type: Humor; Magic Revealed; Dark Humor

Wordcount: 18, 728

Quick Summary: "Uther finds out about Merlin’s magic, but can’t seem to kill him. Merlin is just trying to protect Arthur. They become a begrudgingly effective duo. Arthur doesn't understand why they think he isn't noticing this." - Summary directly from AO3

-- I mean, can I just recommend this entire series? Seriously, the series this fic is in is just--excellent. I love this fic. It has Immortal Merlin and Uther Knowing about his magic. Seriously, though, just this series is amazing ahah Exceptionally Exceptional, Calling the Middleman, Returning the Favor, In Which Arthur Lets a Sorcerer Live and Regrets It, just to name a few, are incredible and I definitely recommend reading them.

for my beating heart is far too small for the entirety of my love for you by kickassfu

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Fluff; Established Relationship

Wordcount: 1,566

Quick Summary: Arthur is trying to learn a little magic to surprise Merlin at his coronation after their wedding.

-- So, I actually gave @kickassfu the prompt for this one. And oh my gods. How they did it? So soft, sweet. It is so good, and I 100% recommend you check it out!

That’s my Man by AeonTheDimensionalGirl

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Magic Revealed; Arranged Marriage; Angst with a Happy Ending

Wordcount: 2,287

Quick Summary: "By ancient, prophesied law, Arthur Pendragon must wed Emrys.

Problem is no one knows who they are." - Summary directly from AO3

-- I told you Aeon would be on here again! Love this fic so much. Love magic reveals, love arranged marriages. Seriously, this is great.

the house is flooded (as is his heart) by powered_by_notes

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Domestic Fluff; Return Fic

Wordcount: 2,281

Quick Summary: Arthur leaves to do some work in town, and Merlin runs into a bit of trouble with the cottage and their chickens while he's gone.

-- They have chickens. Enough said. No but really, this is so good, they live in a cottage and they have chickens and I definitely recommend this fic.

Emrys the Really, Truly Terrible by lindenwaverly

Rating: Teens & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Magic Reveal, Emrys Reveal

Wordcount: 15,241

Quick Summary: Arthur has repealed the ban on magic, but Merlin still hasn't come clean about his identity. The issue comes in where, Arthur wants Emrys to be his Court Sorcerer

-- literally. cackled. this is so great, i loved this one. i read it in the morning and do not regret it one bit. some of the dialogue just killed me. it's a great fic, and you should definitely read it.

Arthur Pendragon's Business Judgment Rule by oddishly

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Woke Up Married

Wordcount: 27,459

Quick Summary: "Arthur and Merlin wake up married. Camelot is in the middle of treaty negotiations with a visiting king. It's okay, Arthur has a plan." - Summary directly from AO3

Lord Drake's Bequest by Pennyplainknits

Rating: Mature

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Type: Modern Era, Fake Relationship

Wordcount: 9,966

Quick Summary: " "To my great-nephew Arthur I bequeath Tintagel Distribution, wholly and without reserve, save for one condition. You must marry, and stay married, for a period of no less than six months. You're a wonderful businessman Arthur, but a full life needs love and companionship, not just a string of affairs. Settle down young Arthur, and your life will be the richer for it." " - Summary directly from AO3

of all things magic, a cerulean haze by powered_by_notes

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warning: None Apply

Type: Magic Reveal

Wc: 7,092

Summary: "When Arthur goes missing, Merlin goes off on his own searching for him. He knows to look for things that the others simply do not and has things at his disposal that the others, again, simply do not.

. . .Magical things, of course.

In all his power, worry, anger, and relentless searching, he has no idea the missing king is being shown all the things that Merlin is doing with that power.

. . .Magical things, of course." - Summary directly from AO3

-- Loved this sm. Gods, I was supposed to read this ages ago, but only FINALLY just found the time to last night and it was so great. Arthur is kidnapped while out doing smth for Merlin and it's just really good.

On the Run by Sorceressofdragons

Rating: E

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Modern AU

Wordcount: 18,155

Summary: After an unsuccessful attempt on their lives, new neighbours Arthur and Merlin decide to take off into the woods. Their destination is Morgana’s country estate, but these two city boys don’t know anything about survival—so if the foxes don’t get them, the lack of Monster Munch might. Featuring sex mishaps, weird food, walking in circles, and some obligatory cuddling. Oh, and Merlin is hung. - Summary directly from AO3

-- fucking KILLED me. This was just -- it was great. Literally, from the start I SWORE i knew the who and why only to discover I was totally off with the *why* and it was fantastic.

Hear Your Heart Sing (Love, Love, Love) by schweet_heart

Rating: Mature

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Soulmate Au, Modern Au

Wordcount: 15,834

Summary: Merlin used to like the idea of finding The One – until he fell in love with Arthur Pendragon. Now he has a boss he can't date (but can't stop thinking about), a soulmate he can't find (who has terrible taste in music), and a best friend who can't believe he still hasn't got his act together (even though it's seriously not his fault).Sometimes, life is unfairly complicated, even without your soulmate singing painfully catchy tunes in the back of your head. - Summary directly from AO3

-- This one was just great. The soulmates, the songs, the misunderstandings--it was great. I loved this one.

Note to Idiot by tinylilremus

Rating: Teen & Up

Archive Warnings: None Apply

Type: Harry Potter AU, Modern AU

Wordcount: 9,762

Summary: Arthur and Merlin are members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad who work different shifts and share the same office. Arthur, who works the day shift, can't stand the rain. Merlin, who works the night shift, can't concentrate without it.

When they both get tired of changing the weather in the magical window in their underground office, is there a more British way to settle their differences than with a few passive-aggressive memos? - Summary directly from AO3

-- HP AU! A Ministry AU at that! I literally. I loved this so much. Merlin & Arthur are both in the AMRS, different shifts, and it's just hnsdsjdkh it's so good. Really, it's great. And we get to see them on the job a bit!!! Which is fun. This one is def a great one to read, esp if you like HP AUs

as stated previously, this list is being frequently updated with more fics!!!

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dylanlila · 3 years

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I’m growing bored of my current music catalogue, so what are your primary Bruce Springsteen recs?

I'M LITERALLY LISTENING TO BRUCEY RIGHT NOW?????!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am never ever ever!!!!!! calm except for when I listen to my pal Springsteen, it's An Experience alright???!!!!!

OK OK OK NOW

💫BORN TO RUN💫 IS THE ALBUM, like- you can never go wrong with it. As for songs, Thunder Road is especially dear to me :") Tho I've been screaming along to Born to Run (the song) A Lot these days. Like A Lot A Lot. (I could talk about this album forever... it's soooooooooooo)

Darkness on the Edge of Town (the song, but also the album cuz THAT'S MY BIRTHDAY BUDDY!!!) is A Song.

I think you'd enjoy Racing in the Street for some reason, it just HITS!

this dude has some pretty cool and poetic ways to describe or imply sexual themes (THERE'S THIS VERSE IN BORN TO RUN THAT MAKES ME GO ???!!!!!!! CUZ OF THE WAY HE SINGS IT???? also like... I'm on Fire... Sometimes it's like someone took a knife, baby/Edgy and dull and cut a six inch valley/Through the middle of my skull/At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet/And a freight train running through the middle of my head WHO DOES THAT????)

also check out this post if you're looking for reasons to love him that go beyond his music <3

OH AND I CAN MAKE YOU A JO-ISH DAD ROCK PROFESSIONAL PLAYLIST IF YOU WANT

sorry this is SO MESSY I JUST THINK THAT 🎶✨☀️BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN☀️✨🎶

#restless wind inside a letter box💌#bruce springsteen #I AM MAKING YOU A PLAYLIST OK #my music taste is just house meets cristina yang meets lady bird meets charlie kelmeckis but you'll handle it #mal the writer wizard #ah bruce springsteen and the weird space he occupies in the music industry #mal the writer wizard 💜💫📝

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romavitae · 3 years

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Larry stylinson fic recs

> 10k

Tired Tired Sea by MediaWhore slow burn | strangers to lovers

As a B&B owner on the most remote of all the British Isles, Louis Tomlinson is used to spending the coldest half of the year in complete isolation, with his dog and the sea as sole companions. Until, one day, a mysterious stranger on a quest to rebuild himself rents a room for the winter.

Walk That Mile by purpledaisy road trip AU | college AU | strangers to enemies to lovers

A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

Far Afield by QuickedWeen flower shop au | witch harry | strangers to lovers

Harry Styles is a witch who owns the best flower shop in Manchester. Lottie Tomlinson is planning her wedding, and brings her brother along to her first appointment. Both men have been having a bad day and sparks fly.

Caught By The Sun by metal_eye middle school/high school AU | summer fic | friends to lovers

Harry and Louis meet every summer at the lake.

1K - 10K

Tik-Tock by bubblegumclouds soulmates au | baby louis | baby harry

When Louis was born to Jay Tomlinson with a tiny 2 years on his clock, it starts the most beautiful love story. Even if things are missed, fate finds a way to make it work.

I Think of You in Colours That Don't Exist - At Least Not For Me by whatamidoingwithmylife blind harry | established relationship

A few things you need to know before reading this: you are a person who is very much in love with a boy who has green eyes and was born blind - you try to tell him what colours are. Or "what I feel about you is green, what I feel about us is pink".

I forget (but i remember you) by honey_beeing anterograde amnesia AU

Where Harry has anterograde amnesia and needs Louis's help sometimes.

Letters From The Hopeful by he_wants_to_write historical AU

Love letters dipped in the scarlet fire turn to dark shreds of ash. Harry's messy handwriting dissipates amid the smoke and the heat. Louis still smiles as the papers burn away, for he knows what his future holds.

Strawberries an Cigarettes by ThoseFookin_Avacados exes to lovers

On a very lonely valentines day, Harry's car breaks down in an unknown alleyway, where he bumps into a blue-eyed boy who takes him back seven years ago on the same day.

Colour me bubblegum pink by loveroflou friends to lovers

Teaching harry how to kiss was never supposed to be a thing, but his lips are plush and red bitten and his eyes are large and glossy, and louis’ only human.

World as our Dancefloor, You as my Music by janeaustensdiary established relationship

It's a quiet morning and Harry wants to dance in the rain.

Give Up The Fight by asphodelknox established relationship

Harry and Louis are in Jamaica so Harry can record his upcoming album. After a particularly bad fight, Harry decides to play one of his new songs to wake up Louis the next morning.

Latching onto you by orphan_account parents AU

It's strange for louis, because he's no longer the smallest thing that fits under harry's arm.

We're having a baby, my baby and me by Throwthemflowers gender dysphoria | emplied mpreg | hurt/comfort

Harry has one dream. Louis plays along.

If Your Plane Fell Out Of The Skies, Who Would You Call With Your Last Goodbye by Softasamarshmallow angst with an happy ending | exes to lovers

Harry and Louis have broken up, but Louis is in a plane crash, and rings Harry to say his goodbye.

< 1K

Dreams unwind by clare328 witch harry

“A spell is more effective if he dresses for the part. Bell sleeves held up to the late afternoon light, magical in itself; the power is in the dream of it. Slides against his skin, makes him feel precious. The ritual begins now, early, before his lover travels home. Secrets are powerful too.”

How Long Will We Fall (Before We Can Climb) by 4ureyesonly28

Louis' faith in Harry is unbreakable. When they get caught kissing and he is thrown out of his home forever, he has to learn to have faith in himself.

Sweet creatures freed by wallowingwillow

A poem.

Forbidden Love by everlaker

A series of poems.

2 rings by louisovermyknee

What goes on in the back room of a wedding?

Late night promises by Idzzdi

Louis wakes Harry up in the middle of the night and whispers “Marry me,” into his ear.

Sixteen by thethingthathasnoname

Harry's internal monologue leading up to the moment when he shouted 16 when singing 18.

#28th appreciation #fic rec #larry stylinson #harry styles #louis tomlinson

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tonystarksfavoritedaughter · 3 years

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Crazy Rich Avengers: Chapter 2

Peter Parker x Reader

Chapter Summary: Tony is oblivious, Shuri is a queen as always, Peter is breakfast man and Y/N’s a grandma

Warnings: swearing and one mention of sex

Word count: 2589

*Flashback to Wednesday*

“Alright troops, let’s get this party started.” Tony walked into the debriefing room that was used for only meetings, but this week it had a new purpose: discussing Wanda and Vision’s wedding plans. Everyone was gathered around a circular table with plans and maps strewn out across the table.

“What made you guys want to get married in Maui?” Nat turned to Wanda and Vision. Wanda simply shrugged, “We just wanted to see what the island has to offer.”

“Plus Mr. Stark has that lovely beach house in Spreckelsville,” Vision added.

“Are y’all inviting Peter and Y/N to the wedding?” Sam asked

“Of course! Why wouldn’t we?” Wanda seemed kind of offended that Sam would ask that. She was very close with Peter and the way he talked about you always made her warm inside knowing that he found someone he really loved. She was kind of like a second aunt to him in a way, though no one could top Aunt May.

“Oh, I love Y/N so much. Did you guys tell her happy birthday two weeks ago?” Nat asked.

A couple of ‘I forgot’’ and ‘Oh shit’ replies made their way into the group and Nat just shook her head.

“Wait wait wait. Who’s Y/N?” Tony was so confused. He had never heard of a Y/N Y/L/N before. Was she an employee close with Wanda? And why was she with Peter?

“What do mean who’s Y/N?” Steve asked.

“She’s Peter’s girlfriend, Stark.” Bucky stated it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. And it kind of was. Peter would come into the Compound on the weekends sometimes for training and just gush about you to everyone and even Bucky seemed to know who you were. And he never pays attention to Peter. Tony just sat there, not knowing what to say to hearing his intern having a girlfriend.

“Pete has girlfriend?” How come you all knew and I didn’t?”

Thor took a swig of his drink. “Because you do not listen to the Man of Spiders.”

At this moment Shuri, T’Challa, and Okoye walk in, with papers and blueprints in only T’Challa and Okoye’s hands, while Shuri sips her iced coffee, like the bad bitch she is.

“Hey what’s up losers?” She walked in and took the papers from their hands and spread them out on the table. She turned to Wanda and Vision. “Okay so I developed a knew sound system for the reception that does not require a DJ, and you can choose which one you want!” They all look at the plans and sure enough, there were about four different designs that they could choose from. Wanda and Vision had put Shuri in charge of all the technological elements of the wedding because she was clearly the smartest out of all of them.

T’Challa stepped up to the table. “Sorry we are late; my sister had to bring all of her designs and took about three hours to pack.”

“What? I have to look my best for the wedding. We all know you just throw clothes into a suitcase and call it a day.” She turned towards everyone else. “The only shoes he brought were his flip flops.”

“What you don’t like my royal sandals?” He puts up his foot to show off his shoes and turned to Okoye for support. She just shook her head. “I’m not getting in the middle of this, but if I were to choose a side, I agree with Shuri.”

Shuri laughed in T’Challa’s face and fist bumped Okoye and he looked at them and shook his head.

“What do you two know what fashion?” He asked.

“More than you,” they both said at the same time. This got everyone laughing around the table and Steve did his classic belly laugh where he grabbed the side of his chest and basically fell over.

Shuri turned to Wanda, “So, whose all invited to your big day?”

“Well, we invited Peter and Y/N –“

“Yes! Sorry I just can’t wait to meet her for the first time. Go on.”

Wanda laughed, “Aren’t we all? Also, Peter’s friend Ned is invited because he helps us all out on missions. What is it he calls himself?”

“The Guy in the Chair,” Vision replied.

“Ah yes, and of course all of you people. We wanted to keep it small,” Wanda finished.

“You know,” Sam started, turning to the royal bunch. “Stark over here didn’t know that Pete had a girlfriend.”

“What?” They all three gasped.

Okoye spoke this time, “We live all the way in Wakanda, and knew about this. You live twenty minutes away.”

“We know. It’s ridiculous,” Rhodey spoke.

“Okay and is there a specific song that you are walking down to?” Shuri asked.

“We chose the song ‘To My Future Wife’ by Mr. Jon Bellion,” Vision replied

“Oh, I love his songs!”

“We figured it represented our love for each other,” Wanda looked at Vision and gave him a peck on the lips, with hearts in both of their eyes. A bunch of aw’s filled the room as a response to the couple.

*Flashback ends*

You wake up at around three thirty in the morning to your alarm. You were essentially trapped in Peter’s arms and had to pry yourself out to get up and get ready. You threw a pillow at him to wake him up.

“What was that for?” He groaned.

“Come on. We got to get up or we’ll miss the flight.”

He got up with a sigh and got ready. He just dressed in jeans and that tight black t-shirt that you loved. Why would he pick that for a flight? You bit your lip and just turned away getting ready yourself. You picked out your black leggings and a white shirt because you wanted to be comfy for the 12+ hour flight ahead of you.

You packed your purse as your carry on which had your phone chargers, headphones, perfume, you know, the essentials for flying.

“What are we going to do for breakfast?” He asked. Peter was a breakfast man and so deciding what to eat in the morning was very important for him.

“There’s a coffee place at the airport; don’t worry, Pete.”

You left your apartment at around four in the morning and made sure that everything was turned off and nothing was out of the ordinary. You two take an Uber to JFK and almost fell asleep again. One thing was for sure, you were taking a nap as soon as you got on the plane. When you got there, you checked in with the front desk and saw that your flight would take off at 5:30am. So, you took Peter to the little coffee stand in the airport to get him some energy and food. He got a mocha iced coffee with a blueberry scone and you got a caramel macchiato and a breakfast bagel. You sat down near where your flight would be boarding and ate your food. You were so excited to eat because your favorite breakfast item was just a good bacon, egg, and cheese bagel. You bit into it and sighed out in a state of peace.

You had downloaded a few episodes of your favorite shows on your laptop so you and Peter could watch them together. You had downloaded some from The Office, Brooklyn 99, Parks and Rec, and The Good Place. You pulled out your laptop and headphones and gave one earbud to Peter so he could watch too. You decided to watch the episode of The Office where Michael hosts the Fun Run for Rabies.

About an hour later they started to board for your flight and packed everything up and walked over to the flight attendant.

“Right this way,” she said. She led you past the economy class and into first class and you started to get suspicious. There was no way you could afford this. Sure, you had some money put into savings, but it wasn’t much. She led you into one of cabins and you put your purse down.

“Uh ma’am?” You called out.

“Yes?”

“Um there must be some mistake, I mean… we’re economy people. Like, we’re broke, there’s no way that we’re in first class.”

“Are you sure? You two are Y/N Y/L/N and Peter Parker, right?” She asked confused.

“Tony, I swear,” Peter sighed.

“What?”

“I told Mr. Stark to not upgrade us because we were fine, but I guess he didn’t listen.”

“Oh.”

The flight attendant walked away and you fell on the bed. The cabin had a little TV on the opposite wall and the bed facing it. Night tables were on both sides of the bed with little lamps that made it kind of cozy. You walked around the small room looking at the different little pictures of beaches from different countries. There were a set of silk pajamas on your nightstand and you held them up to Peter.

“These are nicer than my actual clothes!” Peter just laughed at how excited you were and pulled you down on the bed. He rubbed your thighs and started to kiss your neck and sucked lightly and slowly worked his way up to your ear and nibbled on it.

“As much as I would love to continue this, I am not having sex on a plane,” you laughed.

He laid down on the bed with you, “Well what do you wanna do then?”

“Tell me about everyone that’s going to be there. I want to be prepared to meet them when we get there.”

“Okay for starters, there’s Wanda and Vision, Wanda has like these mind-reading powers, so be careful about what you’re thinking around her. There have been plenty of times where I’ve thought about you in an adult way that’s caused her to not to be near me sometimes. But she’s awesome. She’s kind of like my second aunt when May’s not around; we’re really close.”

“Good to know. It’s also a good thing she’s not here right now because all I can think about is you in that shirt,” you wink at him.

He laughs and kisses your nose, “Vision is also pretty cool. You’ve seen Vision in like pictures and everything so you know he can shift between robot and human form, so that’s cool. Um, he’s just really chill and laid back. There’s also Sam and Bucky.”

“Oh yeah you’ve told me about them. Do they still tease you a lot?”

“Not much anymore, but I’m sure they will when they see us together,” he sighed. Yesterday when he went to the Compound for his camera, they had mentioned that Peter wouldn’t be getting much packing done if he knew what they meant. Peter did know what they meant and just rolled his eyes at them.

“Sam’s pretty cool when he’s not teasing me, and then he’s kind of a jerk, but overall he’s cool; you’ll probably get along more with him than anyone. He’s got a good sense of humor so,” he trailed off.

“Oh okay. Now what about Bucky?”

“Bucky still doesn’t really like me, all because of what happened in Berlin.”

“Sounds like he’s petty.”

“Yeah he kind of is,” he laughed.

He goes through telling you about all the Avengers and what they’re like. They all sounded pretty chill and fun to hang around.

“By the way, Ned is going to be there.”

“What? Really?” You neatly shouted because you haven’t seen him since about a month before college classes started. He had gone all the way to MIT for college, and the last time you saw him, was when you and Peter had helped him move into his dorm.

“Why is he going?”

“He’s like our ‘Guy in the Chair’ for the team. Tells us where to go on missions, and helps out with the team, so I guess Wanda and Vision wanted him there.”

“At least there will be someone I know and close with,” you laugh at Peter’s fake hurt expression.

“You’ll have me, baby.”

“Yeah, but you’ll probably be talking to everyone and doing wedding stuff and I’ll be just hanging out. But now I have Ned! Now, tell me about Mr. Tony Stark. I know he’s kind of like your father-figure as you put it sometimes. Do you think he’ll like me, or will he go all Papa Bear on me and tell me that I’m not good enough?” You joked.

“He should be cool with you. Mr. Stark’s a pretty easy-going guy so I don’t think there will be a problem. Unless you try to crash the wedding,” he smiled.

“Yeah I’m totally gonna crash it and just get shit-faced at the wedding.” It was now close to seven o’clock in the morning and you and Peter were wide awake and couldn’t go back to sleep and still had another thirteen hours to go, so you just pulled your laptop back out and put on one of your shows and cuddled with Peter.

He held your waist against his and laid his head on top of yours. Your arms were wrapped around his torso and head on his chest, watching TV. You stayed like this for a couple of hours. You eventually got bored and started playing a game on your phone.

“Whatcha playing?” He asked.

“Candy Crush.”

He laughed at your game choice. “You’re such a grandma.”

“What? Just because I like candy crush that makes me grandma?’

“Yep.”

You lightly slap his chest as a response and watched his smile turn wide into a laugh. God those eye crinkles, I swear, you thought. It was kind of true though, everyone in your family and in high school called you the grandma friend of the group because you picked crocheting and baking of all hobbies, just like a grandma. And apparently Candy Crush was now considered a grandma game.

“Okay, I’d like to see you beat an ultra-hard level where you only have twenty moves to save 10 gummy bears,” you challenged him.

“Is that seriously a level on there?”

“Yes, and I beat it on the first try. Why, you scared?”

“No, had me your phone.”

You gladly give it to him and throughout the level you have to hold in your laughs because seeing his face scrunch up in frustration may have been the best thing ever.

“Shit!” He exclaimed

“What, did you lose?”

“No,” he lied. You held out your hand for your phone and saw that he lost on the level.

“Ha! Loser,” you poked his chest as you teased him. “It’s a shame you lost though, because losers don’t get prizes.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s my prize?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at you.

You shrugged. “Guess you got to win if you want to find out.”

This time he held out his hand for your phone. “Just know, you got four more chances to win before you run out of lives.” Peter tried so hard at the game and gently slammed your phone in frustration and you giggled. Let’s just say that Peter didn’t get his prize. The rest of the flight consisted of watching TV and eating the surprisingly amazing airline snacks. When the nighttime came, the flight attendants turned all the lights off, kind of like a silent go to sleep call for all the passengers. You and Peter snuggled up against each other and waited for the rest of the flight to be over.

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A/N: We got an Avengers flashback! Yay! I really wanted to incorporate the Wakandan bunch because a) Black Panther is my favorite movie, and b) They are all just amazing and I love the way that Shuri and Okoye tease T’Challa all the time and wanted to put that in this. The whole Candy Crush scene had actually happened to me before and I thought it would be nice to add a piece of me in the story, and Candy Crush is honestly underrated if you ask me lol. I hope you all really like this chapter, because the next one is going to be awesome! Thank you all for reading!

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