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lonophobic · 1 year

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“should’ve just begged for me in the first place, huh?”

tartaglia x male reader

tw: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT), top male reader, reader is a sadist, but tartag is a masochist so its all good lmao, binding, crying, begging, overstimulation, orgasm denial, nipple play, reader is mentioned to be a half-god, childe is called a whore once, childe is called ajax for this fic, i think thats it but im not sure lmao

genre: smut (MINORS DO NOT INTERACT)

summary: uhh plotless smut lol childe radiates bottom energy so much

a/n: this was supposed to be a small little thirst. small. idk what happened.

part 2!

!not proofread

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y/n could hear ajax’s sobs as his tip leaked precum, a white puddle already resting on his stomach from the previous orgasms. his hands were tied behind his back, immobilizing him and rendering him helpless. you were still thrusting into his tight hole, the two of you covered in a thin layer of sweat. ajax’s back was leaning against the bed frame, yet his head was hanging down as you could hear his pants and soft sniffles. he didn’t even know how many times he had cum that night already, all he knew was that he wanted more- needed more. he felt you slow down, and as he was about to start complaining, he felt your lips against his, bringing him into a surprisingly soft kiss, which was a large contrast to how the two of you looked at that moment. tounges danced with each other as ajax could feel your dick twitch inside him. you pulled back, quickening your pace with a soft groan. you glanced at ajax’s tear- streaked face, then let go of one of his thighs you were holding up to trail up his chest until you were brushing your fingers against his hard nipples, which brought a raspy whimper up his throat. he was getting lost in the moment when you suddenly pinched his nipple, hard. you felt him tighten around you, letting out a hoarse moan while he threw his head back, hearing a bump from his head hitting the bed frame. you put your hand back to his thigh to hold it back up, and replaced your fingers with your mouth- licking, sucking, and biting the hardened nub. you heard him let out another sob as he spasmed around your cock, his cum being so thin at this point that he might as well be squirting water. his back arched off the bed frame, and you slowed down your thrusts until they came to a stop. you were a bit tired too- you cummed quite a bit already inside the harbinger. you were about to pull out to get cleaned up, but you felt your boyfriend bite your neck, keeping you in place.

“where do you think you’re going? i thought you said you’d fuck me dumb today. i expected more from a half-god.”

this made you chuckle- you’ve never met anyone else in your entire eternal life who could handle more rounds than ajax. it made you amused, excitement bubbling from your core.

“fine. we can go further. but-if you really want me to go harder-“

you paused to lean down and kiss his temple, leaning a bit further down to be right next to his ear to whisper-

“you’re gonna have to beg for it, you little whore.”

this sent shivers down ajax’s spine; he smirked, and replied with a snarky response.

“you’ll never see me beg for a good fucking, shouldn’t you just give it to me?”

ajax was squirming, openly sobbing. as much as he regretted saying those words to you, every inch of his body seemed to love it. he had been denied orgasm after orgasm, your thrusting and hand jerking him off stopping right at the edge. it was driving him crazy- his eyes rolled to the back of his head, head tilting back as far as it could go before the bed frame stopped it. his mouth open wide as it spilled moan after moan, taking in huge gulps of air as he was fucked right to the edge, just to be pulled back. his tears were falling freely off of his eyes onto his cheeks, mind hazy from the intense feeling he was getting. he could barely process you were talking to him, but your hand gripping his chin to make him face you brought him back to reality.

“you want to cum?”

this sounded like a miracle to ajax; he had been on the edge for archons know how long, hours probably. he was willing to do anything for release at this point.

“YES-yesyesyes, please- please- i’m sorry i said that to you- pleasepleasepleaseplease just let me cum,”

he blurted out, tightening around the cock that had been ruining his insides for the past several hours. this seemed to satisfy you, and you leaned down to kiss his forehead with a soft smile.

“finally decided to listen, huh? well, i guess i could help you, since i’ve had my fun.”

you helped to shift ajax so that he was on his back, and retying his restraints so that they were tied against the bed frame. you suddenly brought his knees to his shoulders, which made ajax stiffen in surprise. when you slammed yourself back inside, he let out a loud, raspy moan that was almost a shout. you gave him no time to recover, pulling out until just the tip of your cock was inside and harshly trusting all the way back in. ajax could feel you so much deeper inside, your tip pressing against his prostate. he moaned loudly at every thrust, hearing the flesh of your hips snap against his bruised ass. you put his legs on your shoulders and leaning down so you could bite at his neck, hard enough to draw blood. you felt ajax’s back lift off of the bed as you sucked on the spot you had bit as you whispered soft praises into his ear, which were hardly processed by the ginger. you glanced down, seeing his stomach bulge with each thrust. as you bit down on another spot, you pressed down on the bulge, which finally pushed ajax over the edge. he screamed, sticky white liquid squirting from his tip. he clenched down hard on your cock, which made you cum as well with a moan. the two of you sat there for a minute, both panting as you calmed down from your highs. after a minute, he heard you chuckle.

“should’ve just begged for me in the first place, huh?”

you heard him laugh weakly, his voice raspy as he responded.

“i’ll be sure to get you back sometime.”

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damn i just wanted bottom childe and this is what my rotting brain created 🧍

planning a part 2 where foul legacy!childe tests the limits of his half-god boyfriend 🤗

edit: forgot to add tags lmao

#tartaglia x male reader #childe x male reader #ajax x male reader #male reader #top reader #top male reader #smut #oh god my brainrot is horrible #bottom childe #bottom tartaglia

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mara-xx217 · 7 months

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Good morning/afternoon/night! My internet is really bad at the moment so im not sure when this ask is gonna get through lol :,)

If I remember it correctly, your asks are open! So I decided to try my luck on sending one! (I've only downloaded Tumblr recently so im sorry if this goes badly :,) )

May I ask for a scenario or something like that with Pocketcat obsessing over a poor and desperate soul(aka reader lol) who is just trying to make their way through the Fear and Hunger dungeons/The festival of Termina (It's probably better if you choose lol)? Reader is just trying to go through another day without being attacked in their sleep and maybe smoking some Opium while that goddamn cat is just starting from a corner.

((Im not sure how asks work! Sorry if I made a mistake!!))

Omg yes this is perfectly fine! Everybody loves Pocketcat (me included) so I'm more than happy to answer this lol. Let's set this during the Festival, shall we? :)

You're doing great!

Warnings: Stalking, General Creep Behavior, Pocketcat Deserves His Own Warning, Drug Use

The atmosphere of Prehevil was a buzz with an invisible, cold heat. Your skin had started to tingle the moment you woke up from that terrible dream you had on the train and a throbbing headache that started as a minor annoyance has now turned into a full blown migraine that has you feeling like you've been brained by a lead pipe, a very real possibility given all the pissed off locals that have been attacking you unprompted and out of the blue as you've wandered the mostly deserted streets.

The last few blocks, you've begun to feel as though you were being watched... Every other step you take, you swear that you hear the echo of a footfall that is just barely out of sync of your own. You pause mid step and listen carefully.

...click...

Shit. You don't look over your shoulder, fearing what you might find following you. You shove your hands in your jacket pockets and suddenly pick up your pace, not quite running but not walking casually either. Your fucking head is killing you... You wanted nothing more than to take a hit from your pipe... but you needed to find somewhere relatively safe first. Continuing on, you round several more street corners. You don't stop until you no longer hear any footsteps mirroring your own. Slowing down, you strain your ears once again.

....

Silence. You shuffle to a stop. Your headache is nearly blinding and you sit on a pair of steps that lead into one of the many buildings in Prehevil. Fumbling with your bag, you fish out your smoking pipe, your eyes closed as they were throbbing and painfully dry. You crack an eye open and find a nearly empty matchbook, striking it alight and lighting the pipe that was still partially filled with opium. Extreme, but its all you have.

And your head-

It was sweet relief. The opium was strong and fast acting. Your headache numbed, as did your paranoia. Your heartbeat slowed and you felt yourself fall at ease. You kept your eyes closed, enjoying the brief moment of quiet. Has it been only a few hours of this? It almost felt like a lifetime... Your eyes open, blinking as they readjust to the light. And you find yourself startled as there was someone standing down the street opposite of where you sat.

The colour purple was a strange sight in this blood-soaked town... Not a drop of gore was on him, yet the bag at his feet was blood-smeared and breathing, you could tell even from where you sat. He was tall and well-dressed, strange all around and strangely making a point to avoid eye-contact with you. As you stared at him, suddenly sobering from the opium, he twitched his head and glanced in your direction. What the hell was he wearing...?

"Ah-! Oh, dear me! I didn't see you there at all!" His accent was strange and he seemed exasperated. Though he was wearing a mask, something that appeared to be cumbersome and inflexible, it had a lot of character and seemed to reflect it well through his eyes.

"My, my, how rude of me! I do apologize, this Festival has us all running about like mad, does it not?" You uneasily looked side to side.

Was... he talking to you?

"What... 'Festival'...?" He continued on.

"Say... perhaps I am mistaken but... do I know you? Maybe you get that a lot, you do have one of those faces, but I swear that you look..." The masked man turned to face you. He had one hand in his pocket, something that make you gravely nervous.

"...familiar?" You don't know why you answered him. Perhaps it was the awkwardness of this situation getting to you.

"Yes! Familiar. I feel as though I have met you once before, in lands and times different though under such similar circumstances..." He grew wistful, seeming to reflect on an old and touching memory. You frowned. There was something nagging at the back of your head....

"Pray tell, how has this Festival been treating you? Worse for wear? Perhaps you have had your fill and wish to turn in for the day?" You narrowed your eyes.

"I... What?" He continued.

"No matter, there is time left for you, though not much at all, I'm afraid. There is never enough time, is there? Or it certainly doesn't feel that way... Especially where the ones we love are concerned..." He turned his head so you couldn't see his masked face. The man brought his hand to his mouth and seemed to suddenly grow sheepish. The hand in his pocket began to twitch and you felt your stomach roll in apprehension.

"Do you have that special someone in your life? I did... once upon a time... Though it has been so many ages since I last saw them..." He turned to face you and he seemed larger and closer than he truly was. The masked man grew in height and seemed to lean in close to you, until you had your back flat against the stairs and you were cowering before him from across the street.

"Though... looking upon you has brought a wave of nostalgia over me! Truly, I must thank you for this, for I had missed them terribly..." There was a genuineness to his voice that was almost moving... for a split second, you felt your guard lower.

"I see..." Your shoulders dropped a little. A wave of emotion washed over you.

Relief

Gratitude

But in the warmness there was also,

Anticipation

Fear

Hatred

Deja vu seized your heart and froze you in place. Your temples began to throb as the colour drained from your face. The stranger had become familiar and known to you, though you didn't understand how or why. He seemed pleased with the shift in your demeanor.

"That's quite enough I think..." You furrowed your brows, confused.

"What-?"

"Yes, quite so!" You can tell that he was smiling under the mask.

"I don't understand-" He nodded to himself.

"That's quite alright, old sport! Give it some time, I think it will all become apparent, sooner than later." The man straightened up and you no longer felt crowded.

"W-What will? What- Who even are you-?!" Your question was waved off.

"Enough questions! Don't you think it's about time now?" Anxiety pulsed under your skin.

"Time? Time f-for what?"

"Time to wake up, of course! You've nearly overslept!" You're stunned. Confused and a little annoyed, you open your mouth to rebuke him, but he's suddenly in front of you and has a gloved hand clamped around your mouth. You can't move, you can't blink, you can't even scream in terror as a wave of nostalgia crashes over you.

"Hush, now... I've stolen you away from my Master for long enough... It's time for us to part ways for now, but we will meet again. It will be just like the good old days, just you wait!" You didn't know who this fucking freak was and you didn't care. You just wanted him to get the hell away from you already!

"Go on, then! Away with you!" His tone was cheery but he picked you off the stone stairs with his one hand with ease, until your legs were dangling limply in the air.

You were thrown down but instead of busting your head on the edge of sharp stairs you startled in a seated position. You hit your elbow against the cool train window and your head bounced off of it as you struggled to regain your senses.

It was... what?

It wasn't real... It was all just one big, terrible dream... You sighed in relief. In the moments that it took your heart to slow, you realized something.

The train wasn't moving and it was devoid of all passengers.

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#fear and hunger #fear & hunger #fear & hunger termina #fear & hunger pocketcat #fear & hunger x reader #pocketcat x reader #and it was all a dream!!!!

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altrodent · 1 year

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Life Saver

Pairing: Timothy Lawrence x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Teeth rotting fluff, past relations with Handsome Jack, tiniest bit of angst, slow burn, Borderlands2/3 spoilers?, mentions of alcohol, lotssss of swearing lol, siren reader

Summary: After reunifying with someone from your past, you finally realize that someone you truly needed was taken away from you, just not the one you expected it to be.

DISCLAIMER: I wrote moxxi’s name like moXXXi for most of the story, please bear with me. Also, most of this was written very late at night and only poorly reviewed a couple times

After the not-so-tragic passing of a psychopath who controlled your entire career, you finally ended up back on track with your life. You originally worked as head of defensive security at the one and only Hyperion, but where did it all go wrong? It began when Jack broke up with his, at the time, girlfriend moxxxi. You couldn’t tell if it was desperation, or just a thing he was into, but he quickly took a liking to you. A person in charge, power, strength, but not more than him economically. He eventually “promoted” you to his assistant and you absolutely despised it. He made an excuse that the desk he ordered for you wouldn’t ship for a while, so you’d have to sit on his lap while he did his work. Though he was attractive, wealthy, and even kinda funny, it just felt gross- perverted even… and not the good consensual kind.

Whilst you worked there, eventually you started seeing him more often, except it wasn’t him. It was a man named Timothy, one of his duplicates. He hired him to be a vault Hunter for him but eventually as time went on he talked to you more and more, even convinced Jack to let you go on some of his missions with him. He was sweet and funny, and maybe at some point you were interested in him, but the way Jack had you wrapped around his finger, he’d pull you back in if he realized you got too close to Timothy.

Years later after working with them, Jack finally passed away leaving you go back to a career that was your own. While you wanted to find Timothy, you just didn’t have enough time, though if he survived that long working for Jack, he’s sure to be fine. As time passed, you became a Vault Hunter originally for the thrill of the kill and to hopefully just do whatever the hell you wanted alone, but you caved and ended up joining a crew on a ship called “The Sanctuary” and even though you knew your rule about not getting attached, you were sure they could handle themselves fine if anything happened. They could, and still do, one day when wandering around this ship you finally enter the brightly glowing pink room. You always noticed it, but was always too busy trying to complete missions for the other members. It looked like a bar after going on a killing spree for days takes all the energy out of you.

“Hey, sugar, never seen you around here” said a beautiful pale woman with a harlequin type corset “Yeah, I rarely have time to… explore.” You said, with a sigh. The woman can tell by the dark circles around your eyes that you’ve been busy, she’s clever so she puts two and two together. “You’re the Vault Hunter, right, pleasure” she puts her hand out, you grasp it with a firm shake even though it looks like you’ve been to hell and back. She starts making you a drink, seems like Lilith spilled to her some of your interests, which leads to a very interesting offer; “So, Vault Hunter, I was wondering if you’d like to take me up on an offer.” She leans against the bar getting close to your face “… what kind of offer..?” She smiles before moving a piece of hair out of her face “Well, wanted to see if you’d be interested in a raid of the Handsome Jackpot casino and claim its riches. You can say no but, you will get a lot out of this heist” her gaze doesn’t look away from you, intent on getting you to do the mission “How much are we talking?” She walks around the bar, picking up a scribbled-on clipboard on her way, and presents it to you. “Holy shit.” She hums a laugh “So, do we have a deal, VH?” She smiles and holds her hand out once more, needing your trust “Yeah, we do.” You take her hand and shake it. “I’ll send the coordinates to your Echo, from there I’ll guide you through. When you get there please don’t die, I prefer my attractive customers to stay alive.” She sends you a wink as you take one last drink before preparing to head to the Casino.

You jump on the drop pod, to head to- what might just be, the most rewarding mission you could ever imagine. Sure shooting Skags for the nice old man on Pandora is rewarding but, this is a literal heist. You had heard of ‘handsome Jack’ but you knew Jack, so you weren’t very ecstatic to see him again, even if it was just for this mission. Sure he’s dead, doesn’t mean you want to completely cut him out of your life altogether. From the small window of your drop-pod you see what is a giant hologram of Jack’s head. Once your pod drops, two robots try to stop you and get you to pay for “VIP” valet, you just shake your head no and then run past them into the building. “For a fancy casino… this place looks like shit.” You hear a giggle over your ear piece “Yeah, after Jack died the casino got ransacked with debt-ridden peasants. They’re the one’s we’re gonna help, sugar. Hopefully most of them won’t have to feel your wrath on the way~” you huff a laugh, before making your way to a giant slot machine? “What the fu-“ “Jack here! Welcome to the Handsome Jackpot! Who’s ready to give me their money?” The man himself, again as a giant hologram… he loves himself, too much “After all these years, I still want to kick his dick in.” You mumble, Moxxxi laughs “Keep that energy up, Vault Hunter, you’ll need it”

“That’s Jack for you. Dead seven years and still is trying to screw us over.” You roll your eyes, “tell me about it.” Moxxxi tuts “I have a question, if I may, did you know Jack? Before he died?” You purse your lips “Yeah, unfortunately. Used to be his head of security, then he ‘promoted’ me to basically his own personal lap dog” you kick away some of the robots, moxxxi gasps “Sugar, were you the person at reception? I remember you now, I always felt so bad that you had to be so close to him everyday.” You sigh “I got the attention I never had, but not in the way I preferred… well until the other Jack came.” You reach a room full of more debt-riders “dammit, what a waste of ammo…” you look down at your fist and shrug, you realize that the debt these people owed made them unable to afford any source of energy… or guns, for that matter. “Wait, Sugar, what ‘other Jack’?” You grunt as another debtor tries to take you down “Can you give me a sec, Mox?” You turn your echo piece off, as you slam them into the floor. You tilt your head back “god, why is there SO MANY?!” Another wave falls from the ceiling, you give in to the waste and take out a gun and knock them all down with a single mag. You click your echo piece on again “What were you asking about-?” You said, whilst looting some of their bodies for home fully something. “The other Jack? Who is it?” You bite the inside of your lip “Jacks dead, so I can say his name now, right? He might be dead too- I don’t know I think he said it was Jim- Jimmy? Jimothy? I feel shitty now, he was like the only person I talked to when working at Hyperion-“ “Timothy Lawrence, hm, never would take you for the type.” You pause your looting “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Your jaw drops in disbelief “Nothing, Sugar.” You can hear her giggle on the other side “Head out the exit, you should see a giant tower, it’s the biggest thing in the casino by a mile. Now if I know Jack, and I’m ashamed to say I did, that tower is where we can find the keys to the kingdom.”

After about an half an hour of wandering around and killing all the debtors, you reached what Jack so “greatly” named the Spendopticon. All of a sudden you get an incoming transmission from someone named “Pretty Boy” you groan “What do you wan-“ he cuts you off, very rudely “Welcome to the Casino! So you’re the big spender who’s been racking up charges, eh?” Your face grimaces before shooting a debtor that tried crawling on you “uh, yeah? I guess, who the hell are you?” He laughs as you’re trying to shake off more people “Heh, well pardon our mess there, we’re still working on ‘renovations’. But all you need to know is I’m the boss here. Anyone gives you a hard time, just ask for Pretty Boy, heh! I’ll sort them out for ya.” You groan as you swing at another one “Look ‘Pretty Boy’, thanks for the offer, but I’m good working alone.” He sighs “Well, my offer still stands, don’t go breakin’ my heart so soon, toots.” He signs off “God, why does everything with Jack have to end up creepy and slightly perverted?” Moxxxi hums, “I don’t know sugar, but at least we know who the boss is. But don’t trust a word he says, he seems all teeth.”

You wander around to another court yard, but this time it’s different. The robots don’t seem to attack you, they race past you to fight off the debtors who are causing a riot. Stunned, you walk past him. Once you snuck past, you see something out of the ordinary “Can ANYONE hear me?” A voice yells from inside a big yellow crate, guarded by giant loader bots. “Hahaha! I got all the time in the world, Timmie! All the time in the world.” You step closer to the crate until a loose sheet of metal gets caught on your boot and makes a loud crash “shit.” The door on the crate rattles “Is someone out there?! Please, help me out!” Pretty boy laughs over the Spendopticon’s PA systems “Have fun with my loaders, ya schmuck!” The loaders all turn to you, “Can’t I just have ONE mission on a nice beach somewhere?” You whine, while you really aren’t one to complain, you haven’t slept in a while and your body is running off whatever gasoline liquor Moxxxi have you on the sanctuary earlier. You grab your gun of choice from your bag, and load in a new mag “Come on robitches, let’s dance.”

Pretty Boy calls in for more backup, you get distracted and an EXP-loader hits hard, destroys your armor completely. “Fuck!” Pretty Boy laughs and mocks you right before you shoot the screen with his ugly mug on it, unfortunately for your gun that was all the ammo you had left. Luckily, using the anger from the guy in the box complaining that he was trapped, you took out your rage against the robots and started bashing their mechanical heads in with the butt of your gun. “You might’ve destroyed my screens, but your next toots. And Timmie, it was nice seeing ya, handsome bastard. We’ll talk soon!” And with that the final loader drops and you head back to the door. It swings open revealing a man hunched over with a metallic right hand, and his hoodie up. He raises his hands “N-n-no! Don’t shoot, don’t shoot! Don’t- this isn’t what it looks like…” he pulls up his hoodie, and immediately you raise your gun more. If it wasn’t bad enough his face was everywhere, there is no way in hell… he survived! It’s Jack, but it doesn’t feel like it, also isn’t he supposed to be dead? You raise a brow in confusion and you keep your gun steady. There isn’t any ammo, but he doesn’t know that. “Explain yourself, now, or I’ll turn your face into ground beef.” He raises his hands more “I just need you to-“ he pauses and his hands drop slowly “It…it’s you…”

your brows furrow and you slowly lower your gun “I’m who?” His lip corners twitch, unknowing wether to feel happy to see you do upset that you don’t remember him right off the bat. He pulls his shirt collar down to reveal a pendant, a pendant you knew all too well. When you two finished your first mission, the older woman who you helped made you both matching charm necklaces. They were gorgeous and even engraved your initials together, since she thought you two were dating. You put your gun down, you reach into one of your pockets and pull out your pendant. You lock eyes with him, “Timothy, is it really you…?” He smiles, and before he can even respond something inside you breaks. The cold outer shell that formed over the last tasking 7 years sheds away as your muscles move, without your will, and pull him into a warm embrace. It doesn’t take long for him to bury his face in your hair, and hold you like he was never going to let go. “I was so worried about you, Tim… I should’ve taken you with me, I- I’m sorry.” He pulls away and cups your face “Don’t apologize! You’re here now, that’s all I’ve ever wanted… wait, why are you here anyways? I mean, I’m glad your here, but you got to escape Jack why-“ you grab his shoulders to get his attention “Would love to fill you in on what I’ve been doing for the past 7 years, but I need your help.” He smirks at me “I’ll help you as much as you need, baby- I’m sorry! The DNA… yeah I got some of his DNA so stuff like that happens now. But what do you need help with?” Your face is blushed a bit from the first bit, but you manage to snap yourself out of it “I’m trying to figure out how to get into Jacks tower.” He snorts “Join the club, butt-face! Oh my lanta, Im soso sorry I really can’t help it.” You giggle, and he turns his gaze away but, you’re not stupid and you can see that blush on his cute cheeks. “I can get you in though, this-a-way!” He spins your shoulders so you’re now facing the way to walk, and while you’re walking to wherever you need to go you decide to ask him a couple of questions. “So Jack infused you with his DNA so now you make weird Jack remarks?” He groans “Yes, it’s the worst. I felt like I wasn’t myself before, and now I’m like an off-brand version of Jack!” He pouts, and you giggle at his expression “Look, as long as there’s a tiny bit of you still in there, that’s all that matters… and hey, maybe once this is all over, I can get my medic on my ship to get you back to normal… if you want to, of course.” He’s not listening, or maybe he is? You can’t tell, he’s just gazing at you as you tiredly ramble to him. “You have a medic, and a ship, and you still are talking to me?” You nod “Why wouldn’t I?” He looks down at his feet and shrugs, before seeing blood at yours. His eyes widen to see that the explosion he heard earlier, was displayed very boldly on your back. “Shit! You’re bleeding- like a lot!” You yawn “I’m fine that happens.” He takes your arm and rushes you to a door in a nearby wall “Well, I was gonna do a tour but I don’t want you to die on the doormat!”

He gently sits you in a chair while he grabs a small medical kit he had hiding underneath a nearby pipe. He’s panicking, to wrap your wound but when he does your echo falls to the floor. “Hey, hun stay awake okay? I don’t want you… dying.” You happy-pout “You’re so nice Tim…” he squishes your cheeks “And you’re so stupid! Sorry- DNA, again… but still, please don’t get this hurt again, I don’t want anything bad to happen.” You rolls your eyes and lean your forehead against his “Yeah, yeah…” he fiddles with his hands “Maybe- maybe we can push the mission off until tomorrow?” You huff “I’m fine, Timmy, I swear-“ he squeezes your face between his hands “Hun, you look tired, hungry and you could die if I don’t help you. So please, just let me do this for you… you’d do the same for me, right?” You groan, “Tim, I promise, I’m fine…” he rolls his eyes “If you were fine we wouldn’t be having this conversation would we?” You avoid his gaze, he was right. But you didn’t want to be weak, you didn’t want to be vulnerable.

“I’d hate to break up this sweet moment, sugar, but we do need him to help us with the mission.” Moxxxi speaks over your echo, Timothy picks it up “Moxxxi? You’re working on this mission?” This hurts a little, sure you were his friend before you were a Vault Hunter, but that doesn’t mean you maybe didn’t crush on him at one point or another. And Mox is literally the Handsome Jack gaze, Timothy… Tim could love her. Moxxxi finally moves from my echo to the holo-pad, “Tell my why I shouldn’t let the Vault Hunter blow your brains out Timothy?” He raises his hands “Moxxxiiiii, hi… look, they’re basically bleeding out can you just let me handle that first?” She crosses her arms before looking at you. He turns around to see that you’re standing up, seemingly fine. “Wait are you..” he lifts the back of your shirt, the wound is gone “How-“ he furrows his brows trying to figure it out before Moxxxi interrupts him “VH is fine, again, tell me why we should trust you.” He rubs the back of his neck, “Look, Mox, I trust him. If he wanted to kill me already he would’ve. And besides, I know he couldn’t if he tried either.” He pouts “what’s that supposed to mean-“ she sighs “Whatever you say Sugar, but what use does he have for us?”

He moves around to my side “Well, as unfortunate as it is, I both look, sound and even have a little bit of his DNA. I can get the vault Hunter where they need to go.” Moxxxi walks up to you “Are you sure about this? I trust your decision VH.” You nod, a slight smile on your face. She hums “Okay, well don’t get carried away in here, Sugar.” She sends you a wink before logging off, leaving you a confused flustered mess. Tim leans over to look at your face “You okay- also, again, never answered my question! How’d you heal your back?!” You grab your echo again “I’m fine, and I-“ you paused, you never told him. He’s never seen it, your siren markings. How would he react to knowing that you his that from him ever since you met. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” You scratch your head, “I’ll tell you about it later, we ne-“ he raises a brow and looks at you with probably the sternest face he’s ever made. “We need to get you to stop blowing me off.” You sigh as he moves to face you and gently places his hands on your shoulders “Talk to me.” You can’t say no to him, “Fine, just… promise you won’t get mad?” He smiles “I could never get mad at you” god you really want to kiss him right now- BESIDES THE POINT, you clear your throat “Just uhm… this is a little odd, so just bear with me here.” He nods, you take off your remaining chest armor and lift the under shirt to reveal glowing markings that curve around your chests features. He’s just standing there staring, maybe it’s cause he’s confused, maybe it’s cause he didn’t know your a siren… most likely because you just lifted your shirt for him, but beyond that, you’re concerned. “I was talking with my medic, Tannis, and she ran some experiments on me and when I woke up I had these siren markings. I don’t know how she did it but it makes me able to like save myself? I just keep forgetting about it, I usually never had the pleasure of not bleeding out.” He’s still standing there “Timothy, you’re staring.” He shakes his head, his cheeks colored a bright cherry red “Sorry, yeah uhm… that’s cool as shit, also maybe next time a more descriptive warning- but nonetheless, we should probably get going on this mission, yeah?”

He walks around the Spendopticon showing you all the entrances, the turrets and most importantly where he thinks the plan will work most. And before you know it, after days upon days of fighting, and even a trusted persons betrayal, you’re finally here. Pretty Boy kidnapped Timothy, and he wants your head on a mount. Unfortunately for you, he has a giant mecha-Jack suit, and you have to take him out by yourself. As easy as it may seem to a hardcore vault Hunter, you also have Timothy’s life- as well as yours on the line. He set it to self destruct, and the only way you can stop it is by defeating pretty boy and setting Timothy free. Luckily, Pretty boy isn’t used to having such height or the mechs controls, so as long as you move a lot he can’t seem to hit you. He finally get downed “Would you like to upgrade to the premium shield package?” You hear Pretty Boy slam the controls “No, dammit! Just go back to work!” Soon more of his loaders spawn. You walk near Timothy as you kill them “Are you doing alright in there?” He kneels down to talk to you “Are you alright out there? I would help but these bars burn like hell!” You grunt as you kick away one of the mini-loaders “I’ll be fine, Tim, trust me.”

Soon enough Pretty Boy stands back up “Round two, Toots!” You look back at Timothy “wai-“ You reload your gun “I’ll be right back, swear!” You run right up to pretty boy, shooting his mech in the weak spots that were basically already ripping open due to the pure amount of gun fire. Eventually you shoot at the spot for long enough to the point that the legs aren’t functioning correctly anymore. He gets distracted and you take this opportunity to shoot at this other weak spots. Mainly his joints. Usually you would aim for the head, but seeing as that’s quite literally the only part of the mech that backfired, you chose not to aim for it… it literally repelled your bullets. Eventually after enough damage to the robot he gets downed again. You slide over to a crate and grab more ammo before one of the mini-loaders starts shooting at you. “Why you little-“ you pick it up and throw it at the other one and they both make a tiny explosion. Cute, but unfortunate. You make your way back over to Timothy “Hey, Tim-Tim, you still doing okay?” He squats “Maybe you should stop talking to me, and focus on not dying, hun” you tilt your head “Hun? What’s with that, and why do you care so much? Do you not trust me?” He points, and before even getting a word out, you cut him off with the sound of a pistol. “Yeah, loader, got it, answer my question”

you continue to blast your way through the small wave of loaders “firstly, I said hun because of the DN- no, because I wanted too, and secondly I care because-“ The mecha-Jack stands once again “Dammit! Can this stupid bitch stay down! I’ll be right back Tim, we can talk after you’re safe!” He throws his arms up in anguish, before accidentally brushing his finger against the lasers “Fuck!” And finally, after Mecha-Jack starts to fly, he falls just as fast. Pretty boy crawls out of his head and tries running away, you pull him by the collar back “P-please! Toots, don’t hurt me, I’ll do anything! Wealth, power, what do you want?” You point your gun at his head “I want quiet.” You pull the trigger and his final breath draws. Though his life ended yours continues… but it won’t forever if you can’t shut down the course towards the wormhole. “Use that panel over there, it should work!” You type it in before the Hyperion voice lady boots you out “We need your DNA, Tim.” He groans “And I can’t get out of here without that either… look, you should leave” you look at him in disbelief “Timothy, why the hell would you say that, I’m not leaving you here. That’s not funny.” He kneels down to face you “I’m not Joking… you have such a cool full life ahead of you, and I don’t want you to die just because I’m trapped in this shitty laser cage-“ he stands up, obviously with an idea “Timothy I’m not-“ he shushes you “Wait I have an idea. Cover your ears, I don’t want you to hear this.”

You look around the room, but oblige covering your ears. He hesitantly brings his hand up to the laser and screams bloody murder while he slowly saws it off. You cringe, you don’t like seeing him get hurt. He finishes cutting his hand off and he sits in pain “Just… just pick that up, hun… use that I need a second-“ he breathes shakingly as you pick up his severed hand and place it onto the machine “Handsome DNA detected! Self-destruction by wormhole protocol: cancelled. Cages: cleared.” The Handsome Jackpot stops moving and Timothy’s cage bars fall. He jumps down and meets you eye to eye “Who knew that after all these years you’d still be helping me?” You smile as his arms meet your waist “Never said I would stop, did I?” He chuckles as your arms wrap around his neck “Well I think my hero deserves a long awaited reward.” He looks at your lips and back to your eyes, you nod before he tilts his head and locks his lips with yours. As cheesy as it is, you’ve always dreamt of this, preferably without the murder bots and the small guy’s corpse behind you, but beggars can’t be choosers. “You owe me one, now, you know that Tim?” He laughs “Yeah, yeah… come on, let go loot the shit out of this casino.” As quickly as the debt raked up, it fell just as fast. And everyone was finally free from Jack greedy hands for the last time.

The End (?)

(A/N): I might make a “Timothy on the Sanctuary” fluff story after this, you won’t need to have read all of this to read that one, but it’s gonna be so fluffy (I’m ill, don’t ask 😭) But I hoped you somewhat enjoyed this! I was on a mental rollercoaster writing this.

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Teen Wolf 1x01

Starting with cops. Not auspicious. ACAB.

Pretty house.

Obligatory shirtless dude.

Gross, dude, clean your sink.

He got dressed really fast. Multiple layers and shoes and everything.

Cop’s kid is a douche. People who come to my house when it’s not an emergency just because I didn’t answer my phone can get fucked, number one. Number two, he’s so fucking perky about it being half a body. Like, she’s not even a person to him. Which, I guess tracks since he’s a cop’s kid.

Wow, cop’s kid is like a super douche. He’s put the other kid down like three times in less than a minute. Why is red hoodie kid (real subtle with the imagery on that one) even friends with this guy? More importantly, why is he going along with all of this? Teenage boys are weird.

Lol, red hoodie guy asking the pertinent questions while douchebag’s like, huh, didn’t think of that. Why am I getting the impression that red hoodie guy is the brains behind this whole thing?

Oh, man, okay, severe asthmatic trying out for lacrosse does seem to be a pie in the sky dream, but cop’s kid was still a dick about it.

Also, as someone with both a severe asthmatic friend in high school, and someone who hangs around a lot with physically disabled people as an adult, cop’s kid is still being a dick. Fucker didn’t even slow down when his friend started wheezing, the absolute shitstain. Like, dude, that shit’s deadly.

Fucking hell, and then he starts running?! Oh boy, this kid is selfish with a severe lack of impulse control. I may actually hate him. Some of the worst kind of people to be around, tbh.

Red hoodie kid is the enabler who’s about to kill himself from an asthma attack. Not smart, red hoodie kid. You are better off without him.

Oof, second not smart move by Scott. Clearly the Sheriff has no control over his kid the punishment is going to amount to a lecture and do absolutely nothing to change his kid’s behavior (typical). Scott would have been better off getting a lecture and escort back to the car.

Now he’s soaking wet in the woods, where he doesn’t want to be, fresh off of an asthma attack, with no guarantee that cop’s kid will even wait for him the selfish fuck.

And now he’s lost his inhaler. Oh boy.

And now he’s found a body. This just keeps going from bad to worse. Man, I really feel for him, as I too was the kid who got dragged into things and often had harsher consequences than the people who dragged me into them.

Shit, did he lose his phone too?

And there would be the wolf. And the bite. And red hoodie guy is the teen wolf, lol.

Okay, so Scott bikes to school. Which means his asthma might be more managed than I thought. Probably the attack the night before was due to the cold and the fear.

And we have another douchebag. Oh goodie.

Okay, but, like, nothing about cop’s kid trying to go back and find him? Nothing like an apology? Just, like, implying he’s either lying or stupid about the wolf and then getting weirdly excited about the dead body again?

THIS KID IS TERRIBLE SCOTT, WHY DO YOU HANG OUT WITH HIM?

As an aside, that’s a pretty comprehensive bandage. Like, do most parents stock large gauze pads and medical tape? I mean, my mom did, but she’s a nurse. I know for certain my dad didn’t.

So, like, quick question: is cop’s kid just borderline gross about all women?

Because on its own, his sort of but not quite catcall of Lydia is mostly fine. But…uh, they fucking linked Lydia to the dead woman’s body through the dialogue and the kid got super giddy about half the body and now all I can think of is that cop’s kid is into necrophilia and is imagining Lydia in the place of the random women. Like, wtf is going on here? Why are we characterizing this kid like this? Is he going to be a future villain because he’s giving me all sorts of bad vibes.

Did kids still pass physical notes in the 2010s? I feel like it all would have been texting by then.

Lol. Kafka Metamorphosis. Oh boy.

So, Scott is going to see himself as monstrous and is going to struggle with his change and his humanity. Understandable.

But, like, Metamorphosis can easily be used as an allegory for the breadwinner of the family going through a catastrophic illness - either mental or physical - and becoming a burden to their family and eventually being cast aside.

It can also easily be read as someone who is treated as monstrous begins to believe that they are monstrous and thus becomes a monster.

I wonder if the show is actually going to explore either of these themes or was this just used as MTV shorthand.

Allison is very pretty and very tall. Also, new girl feels. I moved twelve times by the times I was twelve and hated it.

Scott, bro, you are not smooth. But you are cute, so you’re forgiven.

“Beautiful people herd together,” says cop’s kid to a gorgeous girl implying that she is not gorgeous. Why is he like this?

Douchebag Captain is still a douche. And Lydia’s 100% Cordelia Chase. Like, that conversation was so close to the initial conversation between Buffy and Cordelia it’s ridiculous.

Cop’s kid still being selfish, I see.

Also, interesting that Scott said he’s tired of sitting on the sidelines when it’s only two scenes after the Kafka thing. Because Gregor’s whole deal was being passive: things kept happening to him instead of him making things happen. If Scott is being the opposite of Gregor here, I wonder if instead of the being treated as a burden and cast aside this is going to go more with the original Teen Wolf story and he’s going to be the town hero somehow? Though with probably more of a Buffy vibe.

I know they’re showing that he can’t control it with him listening in on all of these conversations, but, like, I’m just imagining the first sense being smell and it’s hilarious.

The music choice is killing me right now.

Also, is lacrosse like hockey in that the ball needs to go across the goal line to count? Because, like, he took it in the face but it didn’t look like it crossed the line. Hockey goalies get hit in the face all the time and it’s totally normal.

Okay, cop’s kid got points back for cheering for Scott, but then immediately lost them because he instantly tried to ride his coattails. Ugh. This kid is terrible.

Captain douchecanoe doesn’t look at his Coach, just looks straight to his girlfriend. Like, bro, is her dick-game that good?

Ha! There is a smell thing. You’d think that would have kicked in when he was in the locker room.

Once again cop’s kid is being a dick.

If that is the right spot, I’m seriously impressed with Scott being able to find it again. There was a lot of fumbling and turning around in the dark and then falling down and getting chased. Like, I got lost because a house got painted once so the whole intersection looked different.

Lol, the music cue there is hilarious.

What a weird freakin dude. All aggressive and shit but then tosses over the inhaler. Mixed signals much?

“Only like a few years older” Uh, that man is clearly in his twenties. How old are these kids supposed to be? Are they seniors? I was thinking younger.

Of course cop’s kid recognizes random guy on sight from a violent crime from ten years ago. Yikes.

Okay, vet clinic letting a teenager close is a little weird. Maybe the vet’s on an emergency call? Also, maybe this is where Scott got his bandages the first time around.

Uh, like, is this the first time that day that Scott went back there? Why are the cats freaking out now?

I wonder how Allison got the dog in the car in the first place if it’s so aggressive.

Oooh, we have eye change.

Splint and painkiller seems reasonable, but, uh, usually they have an on call vet, and I feel like that might be an option.

Lol. The dog is judging you hard.

Aww, Scott making her feel better for her reaction. That’s sweet. It’s also interesting that he did it by feminizing himself instead of trying to convince her that her response was totally normal or that there was nothing wrong with being a girly girl. Not the usual take for a teenage boy.

“I hear this breed is very litigious.” That’s right, Scott says, I’m throwing out them big words because I got brains and brawn and compassion, pretty lady.

Oh my god, eyelash on the cheek too! How many tropes can we fit in this scene?

Scott is not your passive protagonist! Boy is shooting his shot!

BUT THE FULL MOON IS ON FRIDAY. Just in case you, like, missed it.

I dig the practical effect there.

No, but these music cues are still killing me. Also, how much was Scott shirtless in this episode? Like a good 50%, right?

The CGI wolf is bad.

I didn’t know lycanthropy came with sleepwalking. Well that’s terrifying.

Also, like, it’s interesting that the change is coming on slowly. It wasn’t immediate that night nor is it only going to happen during the full moon. It’s a bunch of little things and some are harder to deal with than others.

Honestly, that makes lycanthropy feel much more like an illness. A chronic illness that has weird symptoms and no one believes you? That sounds exactly like women and/or people of color trying to navigate healthcare.

“My mom does all the grocery shopping.” Oh. My. God. Baby boy, that was hilarious. He looked truly baffled, which does fit his character, but also his bff is a cop’s kid so like, I feel like he knows some drug lingo.

Scott flailing around trying to tell people the truth and nobody believes him.

Oh, yeah, clearly that boundaries lecture worked on cop’s kid.

Cop’s kid has ADHD, huh? That explains the impulsiveness without thinking things through, I guess. Doesn’t explain why he’s a dick though.

Like, here’s the thing. Cop’s kid isn’t wrong that people just can’t do that kind of thing overnight (and obviously isn’t wrong in this story). But, like, Scott’s been telling multiple people things like this for three days and literally everyone’s blown his concerns off. And now you’re coming to him with oh actually there is a wolf in California so now it must be werewolves and you expect him to believe you? Make it make sense.

Is this the first time we’ve heard cop kid’s name?

It’s funny that Stiles is like, this is totally true and factual information about werewolves that I looked up in this random book in my town’s library. Like, buddy. What? How would you know if any of it is actually true?

Stiles “the change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your plus.” Lol. The first physical werewolf change that we saw was Scott trying to calm a hurt dog down to help her. I mean, obviously it was the hearing thing first, but the show has made it seem like the hearing and smelling thing is an all the time deal whereas the eye color seemed like something different.

The almost punch was scary because it came out of nowhere. Scott has really been pretty even keeled this whole time. Also Scott apologized twice for the shove and the almost hit even though Stiles never did apologize for abandoning him in the woods. Still a dick.

Shirtless again.

All of these kids live in really nice houses. Which, like, is weird. Like, are we rural? Are we affluent suburb? What is the deal here?

Okay, creepy Derek who is clearly also a werewolf. Are you the biter in this scenario or just part of the pack?

Okay, what the fuck is Lydia’s deal? Like, do you just have no loyalty whatsoever? Every man and woman for themselves?

Was Stiles actually at the party totally chill or was that a hallucination of Scott’s? I can’t imagine the guy flailing earlier about werewolves and almost being punched just casually asking, “Yo, Scott, you good?”

Creepy Derek being creepier. Allison, girl, you better run.

Oh man, I feel so bad for Scott. This looks painful and terrifying.

Okay, Stiles gets points back again for going to check on Scott. But that does mean it was him at the party and not a hallucination, and that interaction still strikes me as weird.

Scott’s first thought being to have Stiles check on Allison even though he’s going through this painful, terrifying experience makes me feel things.

Protection mode activated.

“She’s safe from you.”

Uh…bud? At the first sign of something wrong he left her and the only reason he’s out here is because you lured him with her jacket? Needlessly convoluted way of ‘helping’ does not instill confidence.

And then he attacks Scott. Great. A replay of the first night.

What. The. Fuck.

Did you luring him out there into a trap, asshole?

Ahh, lure him into a trap so that you can ‘save’ him. So you’re not just an asshole, but a manipulative asshole.

Is it really so bad, Scott? To be attacked and changed without your consent? To have no one ever believe you? To have people hunting you? To know that you can never be just a kid again?

The bite is a gift? A gift? Oh. Wow. Derek Hale, creepy stalker likes forcing things on people without their consent and then tells them that they should be grateful for it. Absolutely terrible garbage fire of a person (derogatory).

Okay, nope, I seriously hate this guy. Kick him in the balls, Scott.

Oh, hey, Stiles actually came back for Scott this time. Fine. That scene was kind of cute. And Stiles is clearly loyal. I guess he can stay, but he’s on thin ice.

Ugh, Scott who doesn’t want to lie, but won’t tell the truth is strangely endearing. Allison, I get you, girl.

Lol. Allison’s dad is the hunter, of course.

So like, let’s think this through. Allison said her family moved around a lot, clearly tracking werewolf activity. So why Beacon Hills? The severed body being found and the wolf attack on Scott was literally the night before Allison showed up. So like, it had to be something else that pulled them there. I wonder what it was.

#teen wolf #episode reaction #1x01 #scott mccall #stiles stilinski #allison argent #derek hale

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I did it. I wrote fanfic for Helluva Boss. It's consuming my mind. XD

So I was looking through the Striker tag on here for more of my favourite bastard snakey boi and found this really neat artwork. :D

And it's a really interesting concept and the artwork is so well done and they've kept just enough of Striker's sinister energy in the images that my brain just wouldn't leave me alone about it. And it got me thinking: Redeemed Striker cuddling up to Moxxie for warmth is definitely cute and even I love it (and I'm aromantic as fuck XD ). But would it be possible to write something with the same basic concept, just making it a different scenario to involve my first impression of Striker instead, without having to redeem and develop Striker first? Can I have my cake and eat it too? XD

I've changed my mind since I first posted this so here's the freshly edited new introductory waffle:

I want to flesh this out a little and write it as a whole oneshot partnered with my Blitz/Striker fic which is also set during Harvest Moon and maybe ending along the lines of the events in the canon episode, but in the meantime my brain churned out about 800 words for the specific prompt. I think I'm leaning for the fic being about Moxxie's perspective of Striker arriving at the farm. Moxxie dislikes him immediately and since Striker is an egotistical supremacist piece of shit he just doubles down on the dickwad behaviour, but keeps it subtle enough for Blitz and Millie to do their usual thing of overlooking Moxxie's concerns about things they don't see as a problem/threat/red flag (I promise I'm not hating on them; I love their characters but also sometimes it does seem like a fair bit of the shit Moxxie gets dragged into could have been avoided if they'd listened to him. XD Though then we wouldn't have the show so again, not complaining, just playing with it. Don't kill me lol.) And Moxxie understandably gets sick of Striker's shit and they begin a tit for tat resulting in Moxxie shooting Striker's window 'by accident' and then 'forgetting' to fix it. XD And since they're all sleeping in the farm house, Striker chooses to escalate with a cruel and unusual punishment...

Behold, my first ever attempt at dark fluff. XD

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The sound of the door opening and soft light spilling across the room made Moxxie's eyelids flicker, a low growl of annoyance building in his chest.

Millie had a bad habit of laughing off their boss' infuriating behaviour, finding it amusing. Cute, even. Moxxie vehemently disagreed, yet his complaints typically fell on deaf ears, so he usually just endured. But these night-time visits were reaching the absolute line and Moxxie had had enough. He didn't care what his wife said, he was going to fucking murder Blitz if he took even one more step toward-

His back tensed in surprise as the covers lifted, the mattress behind him sinking beneath Blitz's weight. The night had finally come. He'd suspected his boss would escalate, but the fact it was really happening took its sweet time trickling through his outraged mind. Moxxie's vicious attempt to slam his elbow into the licentious imp's gut was too slow and easily thwarted as a large hand latched onto his arm, halting its trajectory.

"Blitz, I swear to fucking Satan, I will claw your eyes out of your skull and feed them to Luna! Get off me," he hissed quietly, hoping not to wake his snoring wife. She might just tell him to move over and give Blitz more space before falling asleep again anyway.

Before he could do much else however, a long, clammy, lithe body that was decidedly not Blitz pressed into him, strong arms wrapping around his much smaller form and pulling him closer. His heartbeat accelerated and a bolt of fear shot down his spine.

"Shouldn't make threats you can't follow up on, rodent."

Striker's breath wafted over Moxxie's ear in a gentle caress. He shuddered, tugging uselessly at the unyielding grip trapping him against the assassin as he felt Striker curl further, moulding himself into every part of Moxxie he could reach. Moxxie's tail twitched, caught between them and unable to find a gap to escape.

"What the fuck?"

It should have been a shout, but his throat was tense with fright, the words emerging in an embarrassingly pathetic whimper. One hand searched for Millie, desperately praying he could wake her before they were both slaughtered in their sleep.

"Quit wriggling," Striker rumbled, fingers lacing through Moxxie's to draw the hand back into his chest.

"Why are you in here? Get out."

Moxxie still couldn't manage more than a choked whisper, but the fact there seemed to be no intention of actually harming him allowed a rising indignation to take fear's place. He tried kicking, though that only served to annoy Striker, who immediately enveloped the flailing legs between his own. It was like being stuck in a patch of quicksand; the more Moxxie struggled, the deeper he sank.

"Someone hasn't fixed the wall in my room yet. It's cold."

That long, spiked tail snaked across Moxxie's shivering skin, coiling around their tangled limbs and draping itself over his abdomen. The quiet rattle as the tip continued upward and settled by his face sent a chill through him and he squeezed his eyes shut.

"That doesn't mean you get to- mmph!"

His final, barely audible attempt at protest was swiftly cut off by Striker's free hand covering his mouth.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," came the deceptively soft admonishment, arms and tail constricting in a painful warning. Moxxie groaned and went limp, hoping it would be enough to appease, the understanding he really was at his captor's mercy sinking to the base of his stomach like a concrete brick on the ocean floor. Striker chuckled and thankfully granted him the ability to draw breath after a moment, though he remained tightly entwined with the trembling little body in his clutches, chin resting in mock affection atop Moxxie's head as he murmured, "Good boy. Go back to sleep."

This was just another one of Striker's games, he told himself. If he stayed very still and didn't cause a fuss, his tormentor would get bored and leave.

Any minute now.

The dark outline of Millie's senseless form under the blanket was silhouetted against the window, her peaceful snores the only sound stirring the atmosphere. Striker's breathing had slowed too, apparently content to stay snuggled against him, leaching his warmth and sanity alike.

Well, fuck.

When several minutes had passed without any further threat, Moxxie forced himself to relax. There was nothing he could do anyway. If Striker wanted him dead he would be already. Staying alert all night would play right into the other's aims, showing him the intimidation tactics were working the second he saw his victim's tired eyes and frazzled demeanour the next morning.

Moxxie refused to let him win that easily.

He listened for Millie, his breaths steadying as he timed them to match hers and held the image of her beautiful beaming grin in his mind. Striker was bound to slip up eventually and when he did, Moxxie would be prepared for him. A new thought of slicing the trecherous demon's throat with his own knife flashed through Moxxie's head and he smiled, playing it slowly on loop until he managed to drift off again.

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wesperbrekkered · 9 months

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hi!! wesper 25 and/or 50 for the kiss prompt🫶🏻🥰

Sorry this is so late! It took a lil while to muster up the motivation to finish this lol.

But anyway: 50. A kiss out of love

This is the most self indulgent thing ever oh my

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His Ma used to call them ‘bad head days.’

When his mind used to work itself up and out of control, buzzing far too quickly for his body to catch up to. It was like his senses were on overdrive, and every sound, every touch felt like nails being hammered into his skull. When it felt like ants were crawling just under his skin and he wanted nothing more then to rip it apart to relieve the itch.

So yeah, suffice to say, Jesper never liked these days.

He’d gotten better at predicting when they might come. It would start with the thoughts. Wylan would be slow to answer his question and Jesper would find himself questioning if his boyfriend hated him. Then he’d realise Marya hadn’t spoken to him in a few days for more then just a passing greeting, or that Kaz had ignored his last letter. He’d start questioning what was he even doing here, that he was only annoying these people by forcing his presence on them.

Then Wylan would put his cup down on the counter with a clatter and Jesper would wince. The birds would be slightly louder then normal, grating on the inside of his ears. The sound of the maid bustling around in the next room would have him resisting the urge to clap his hands over his ears.

The light would start getting too bright, too sharp. His clothes too itchy, the molecules in the table too loud, too aware, too alive and demanding his attention.

And it would all start building and building until Jesper found himself teetering on the edge of an invisible precipice, hopelessly delicate. Hopeless to do anything but tip off the other side and crumple into a sobbing ball.

Jesper’s hands shook where he cradled his cup of coffee. The bitter scent that normally eased his mind made his stomach turn, and it was all he could do to not wrinkle his nose as it stabbed its way into his brain. He’d recognised the signs long before now, when the buzzing had started in his ears not long after he woke up. Tonight was supposed to be their night though. Since being voted to the Merchant Council they found that they barely had time to even look at each other most nights, so Wylan had cleared his schedule for just one night in their hectic week.

And Jesper was not going to ruin it all because his head was being silly.

“I was thinking,” Wylan began, fingers tapping the rim of his mug, “it’s been far too long since we invited Kaz round for dinner.”

Jesper nodded slowly, feeling like the world was spinning around too fast, “I thought I wasn’t allowed to let him in?”

“That’s just when he shows up unannounced, it’s different when we have to drag him round.”

Jesper hummed non committedly. He wanted desperately to curl up into himself and escape from the outside world for just a little bit.

The sound of a mug being placed down in the table caught his attention and he glanced up, in time to see Wylan watching him worriedly. “You’re very quiet,” he said with a frown, “everything alright Jes?”

Jesper forced a smile onto his face. Wylan had been working flat out these past few weeks, he didn’t need to worry about him, “I’m perfectly fine Wy, don’t worry.”

Wylan didn’t seem convinced, but after shooting Jesper another concerned look he began speaking again, telling him about the new Opera House opening up just on the outskirts of the Zelvar District. Jesper did try to listen, honestly! But he felt like everything around him was starting to strip itself of all meaning. It was like the world was turning up the dial, setting all his senses and nerves alight.

His gaze zeroed in on a whirl on the coffee table, desperately aware of the way his breaths were coming shorter and shorter.

Inhale.

The smell of his coffee wound its way through his nostrils and he wanted to throw up.

Exhale.

He could feel the seams of his pants scratching against his thighs.

Inhale.

The low candlelight was piercing his skull like a jagged knife.

Exhale.

“Jesper?”

Inhale.

He squeezed his eyes shut, even as he heard Wylan’s chair being pushed back.

His next exhale left his chest with a broken sob.

“Jes?”

Wylan’s hands were gently placed on the tops of his shoulders, not holding him or squeezing just... there. Jesper brought his own hands up to his face, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes as his whole body started to shudder.

“You alright Jes?” Wylan asked softly, ever so slightly rubbing tiny circles on Jesper’s shoulders.

“I’m fine Wylan,” Jesper tried hopelessly, voice muffled by his hands.

Wylan scoffed lightly, stilling the movement of his hands. “I might not be as good at reading people as Kaz, but you don’t look very fine to me.”

Jesper snorted despite himself.

“Talk to me Jes, what’s up?”

Soft hands wrapped around Jesper’s wrists, gently prying them away from his face before he could gouge his own eyes out. Wylan’s own face filled his vision, a blur of smattered freckles and wide blue eyes and curly red hair that could never be tamed. He smiled softly to himself.

“It’s... its complicated,” he said lamely, dropping his gaze to focus on his purple trousers. The colour was slightly more muted then his usual clothes, and he was glad for it, it didn’t hurt his eyes at this moment. He could feel his mind whirring at a speed that was uncontrollable to even him, but from the moment Wylan’s soft voice had cut through the whirlwind of thoughts, they had slowed just a fraction.

It wasn’t much, but it was enough that he could think. Just a little bit.

Wylan’s smile was lopsided, his brows furrowed in worry, “try me?”

Taking a breath that was probably far deeper then the situation required, his knee bouncing up and down, Jesper tried. “My head is being a bit...” he blew out a breath, waving one hand in the air, “its a bit funky today.”

Wylan’s brows furrowed even more and Jesper huffed slightly, “Yeah I’m sorry that was a bad description. Its like, my head is always very fast and very loud, but sometimes it gets a bit too much. Like I’m doped up on Jurda and running from here to Belendt in the space of two bells. I don’t really know how to cope with it so...” he trailed off, looking off to the side, “I kind of just... shut down I guess.”

When he looked away from the wall again, Wylan was nodding in understand, a small, reassuring smile playing on his lips. “I see.” Jesper tried to smile back, but it was tight and wobbly and eventually he gave up, dropping his head forward and squeezing his eyes shut. Wylan was still holding Jesper’s wrists, and he gave them a small squeeze. “What helps?” he asked carefully.

Jesper thought about it for a moment. Usually what he did was curl up in a ball in his room, hiding under the blankets until he either fell asleep or the lack of sensation tricked his mind into slowing down again. “Dark,” he croaked, “and quiet. And you.”

Wylan pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of his wrist, where his pulse was fluttering wildly out of control. “Me?”

Jesper nodded, still with his eyes closed, still looking down. “You make me feel still. I feel safe around you, peaceful.” It was an understatement. Wylan was his tether, the one thing keeping his head out of the clouds, his mind under control. Wylan soothed the restless thrum of energy under his skin, cooled the raging fire within him, calmed his wild thoughts. Wylan was the ground beneath his feet, a solid weight for him to cling to, and the thought scared him quite a bit.

Wylan kissed his pulse again, thumb rubbing quiet circles against the bony jut of his wrist. “Alright,” he murmured, his voice gentle and low, like music spilling from behind a closed door. “We’ll go upstairs.”

Jesper nodded mutely, allowing Wylan to pull him to his feet. He kept his head lowered as they ascended the stairs, his eyes squinted to prevent as much light from piercing his fragile mind as possible.

The journey to their bedroom didn’t take long. It never did. It was the room closest to where the stairs opened up to the second floor. To everyone else, they said it was for ease of access, so that they could reach downstairs quicker in case of an emergency.

The real reason was because everytime their desire burned too hot to handle, Wylan always shoved him into the first bedroom he could find, and eventually they just stayed there.

And, well, Jesper wasn’t going to complain.

He barely registered Wylan plopping him down onto the bed until the rough, scraping noise of the curtains being pulled yanked him out of his own head. He winced.

“Sorry,” Wylan murmured gently, already making his way back to the bed, the room blissfully shrouded in darkness. Those blackout curtains were finally coming in handy.

Jesper lay back, pulling the covers up over his eyes for no reason other then for comfort, curling into a ball. His head was still pounding, his heart racing at a speed that used to scare him but he was used it now.

The bed dipped slightly when Wylan snuck in beside him. He hesitated for a moment, before snaking one arm around his waist, placing the palm of his hand over Jesper’s racing heart.

Jesper was already falling fast asleep before he registered the gentle brush of lips against his shoulder.

Jesper woke with a start far later that night. The room was still dark, the sky outside hidden behind the pair of blackout curtains. He blinked, slightly disoriented at the pitch black surrounding him. For a brief moment, he couldn’t quite remember how he’d ended up in bed and when had it gotten dark?

Then Wylan shifted from behind him, arm tightening around his waist momentarily before relaxing again.

Jesper smiled, without really meaning to.

Right.

His head had slowed, a little bit foggy from tiredness and the aftermath, but he found he could think a lot clearer. He turned in Wylan’s arms, careful not to disturb him, and settled down again, burying his nose in Wylan’s unruly curls. Jesper let out a breath, relaxing fully into Wylan’s hold.

It had been a long, long time since someone had comforted him through his ‘bad head days’ and it threatened to terrify Jesper just how much he didn’t mind that Wylan was the one to be there. The time for being scared about new developments in his relationship wasn’t... gone... exactly. More that he was used to this feeling, to showing his vulnerability instead of hiding it behind cheap smiles and dirty jokes.

Jesper pressed a gentle, loving kiss to Wylan’s forehead, smiling against freckled skin. “I love you,” he murmured softly, snuggling further into Wylan’s protective grip.

It had been a long time since he’d ever felt so loved, and Jesper wasn’t so scared of it anymore. Not really.

Now, Jesper just loved Wylan, with all of his lying, thieving heart and complicated brain.

#jesper fahey #wesper fanfic #wesper #six of crows #crooked kingdom #send anons #writing prompts #wylan x jesper #six of crows jesper #jesper x wylan #jesper fahey fanfiction #wylan van eck fanfiction #wylan van eck #domestic fluff

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wannabegwenstacy · 5 months

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Writing Ideas:

okay, so this is what's gonna happen. i'm feeling manic and i got some free time from work and school currently. sooo..i'm gonna throw out a few ideas/teasers for some stuff i have in my drafts. if you like please tell me so i have some motivation to finish or even keep working on these ideas. thank you! ;)

Enrapture;

wordcount: currently at 8k...will most likely be over 10k and this planned to be part 1

pairing: Jimin x Taehyung x Fem. Reader/OC

tags: smut, fluff, childhood friends to friends w/ benefits to lovers, established relationship (friendship!), flashbacks, talk of college mayhem,

warnings: 18+ NSFW Smut, Alcohol Consumption, Talk of the Pandemic and Quarantine (it's set during the pandemic and the characters are in quarantine for part of it), talk of poor mental health (abandonment issues and some other stuff), masurbation, nudism, oral (m & f), nipple piercing (reader has them, vmin suck them), hair pulling (m), cock riding of the reverse kind, Taehyung has got a big dick but that's a given, cum eating, lazy eiffel tower..kinda, slight voyeurism, jimin at one point gives himself a hand job.

summary: When you you ended up moving in with your two best friends of 9 years to quarantine together during the pandemic the last thing you expected was to discover more about them than you thought you already knew. You knew everything there was to know about these boys so why does it feel so weird when one night after your celebration of quarantine being lifted when you wake up in one their beds all three of you together? this should be fine but it was far from just fine like you told them. This could change everything.

notes: i have been writing this for like 2+ years off and on. it's the first thing in my drafts lol like I add on and change things constantly. i want to finish it but this is the reason of my writers block/not posting. so i would love to get it out but i struggle.

The Boyz as College AUs

wordcount: sangyeon's aint even finished and its already 1.6k of bullet points. i have 11 members to write ranging from 1k - 2k words each..

tags: suggestive, maybe smut idk yet, fluff, crack, college au, very trope-y, i fell first but they feel harder trope, right person wrong time trope, slow burn bullet point style for most, slice of life, enemies to lovers!, best friends to lovers, okay you know what just assume probably every trope will be covered

warnings: possible smut..mdni, okay umm actual smut i just reread jacob's when making this 👀, talks of heavy anxiety, very cheesy, most likely all written lowercase on purpose, wip so not 100% sure of every thing yet

summary: this is gonna be formatted like my Bangtan in Bed thing I did years ago but more fluffy not so smutty. Pretty self explanatory but The boyz as College AUs! meaning how I imagine each of the boyz if you met them in another life in college.

notes: this one is my newest one in my drafts so it might take the most time to finish. might be a series but might be a master post we will see!

Bangtan in Bed: Jeon Jungkook | NSFW

wordcount: i usually do around 1k for these

tags: smut..and more smut

warnings: (this is the warnings i had from where i left off writing this part over a year ago. subject to change.) baby boy kookie, massages, dry humping, strong senses, sensory play, mood setting, daredevil kookie, risky sex, stamina control, strength kink, wall sex, shower sex, standing up sex, thigh riding, overstimulation (receiving), forced orgasms (receiving), praise kink (receiving), phone sex, guided masturbation, mutual masturbation

summary: how jeon jungkook might be in bed based off my opinion!

notes: i haven't touched this in a LONG TIME! I probably need to go back and change a bunch i already written. i also honestly need to go back and edit the other members to kinda see if they still hold up. I did get a request to finish this series a while back and it's been eating at me so that's why this is on here.

#eden's updates #eden's writing updates #the boyz #the boyz scenarios #bts #jungkook #jimin #taehyung #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #minors dni #jungkook smut #some ideas #please indulge me

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sakuramoussy · 2 years

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Rising Heat

maybe obvious but uh tw for the text under read more as its suggestive (but I dont do outright nsfw so no worries on that, its just implied lol the image makes it kind of obvious though)

After Luis' confession to Vin, Luis expected all of their meetings to either stop completely or become incredibly awkward. Not only did he agree to Vin's friends with benefits proposal, but he also completely messed up and didn't even manage to have sex when Vin tried to seduce him. Luis should have expected he wasn't ready for any sexual commitment, he messed up, bad. Luis nearly had a panic attack and after all that, Luis remains a virgin. Then it happened again, Luis flinched, telling Vin he couldn't do it. He wasn't ready. Vin didn't seem to mind, but Luis was sure that Vin was getting frustrated. Maybe things would be better if Luis never told Vin how he felt.

"If you aren't ready then please just say so.. but if you want to try, I can guide you through it, and we can take it slow. That's up to you to decide."

"Mm.. I.. I mean.. I want to, but.. I'm so nervous.. It doesn't make sense.. I shouldn't be scared of this.. Not like this."

"It's okay! I shouldn't have been so pushy.. You've got trauma, I won't push you to talk about it, but I understand."

"W-well wait.. We.. We can try.. Uhm.. Can you.. Show me how?"

From the position they were in, it was easy for Vin to climb into Luis' lap, delicately sitting with his thighs bracketing Luis' so that Vin could carefully ease Luis into it. Vin places delicate kisses along Luis' cheek, down his neck, then pulls him in to kiss him softly on the lips. Luis kisses him back softly but eagerly, it’s clear to Vin how much he wants to feel Vin and kiss him everywhere.

"Uhm. Wait."

"Want me to stop?"

"N-no.. I just.. I have a lot of.. Scars.. on my chest. I don't think I'm comfortable with you seeing them just yet.."

"That's fine, the shirt can stay on! No need to worry, though.. Promise me you'll show me sometime?"

"Okay.. Sure.. Just not yet. I'm sorry."

Vin continues slowly, carefully guiding Luis' hands to strip him of his clothes before touching Luis' thighs or pants with his hands. Vin worries at first about letting Luis get too handsy, but then realizes that that is exactly what he wants. He wants Luis to grip his thighs and fuck him senseless, but he has to be careful and take things a bit slow. Plus, Vin knows Luis has never been in a romantic relationship before, much less a sexual one. Vin finds himself guiding Luis’ hands to his thighs, gently coaxing Luis to grip his thighs and pull him closer. Vin finds himself guiding Luis through everything, he nervously pulls back a few times, confused and anxious because he’s never done this before, but Vin gently eases Luis into it, and before long, Luis has Vin pinned flat on his back, completely stripped of all his clothes on a disheveled bedspread. Somehow, Vin doesn’t feel guilty sinking into Luis’ touch, he wants Luis to be rough and passionate, but Luis isn’t ready for that yet, and is decidedly gentle and curious. Vin doesn’t know how he’s ever going to go back to Sin knowing how much better Luis treats him in comparison. Vin can’t even consider Sin a friend, but the thought of kissing Luis, his best friend, was a million times better than his supposed husband, Sin. Even with their first night together, Vin knows he’s never going back to Sin, and he knows he should consider a divorce to indulge in his new lover.

#suggestive #vinluis #pl luis #pl vin #primordial life #my characters #original character #primordial life story scene #pl story scene #story scene #stories #pl story #luis #vin #heart #pl heart

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cinnamon-bunni · 2 years

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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 :)

am i supposed to do one for every single rose? because i don't think i have enough wips to do so lmao i'll give you two different parts of my time travel glenn fic because why not <3

“I mean, my calf is a bit in pain, but the other healers already took care of that,” he said. “And other than my headache, I feel just fine.” “Are you sure?” Mercedes pressed. “Nothing else?” “Really, I feel fine. I’m sure the headache will leave on its own.” “That’s odd,” Annette said, a frown growing on her face. “It’s been a while since I’ve looked at or even studied time travel spells, but from what I do remember, they usually left horrible symptoms, which usually led to death–which is why we don’t see anybody using them. They’re too dangerous, yet you seem just fine. I mean, you haven’t even died yet!” Glenn paled a bit. “Am I…going to die soon?”

Here, have something from the second chapter :) Writing Annette, Mercedes, and Glenn all hanging out (well more like Annie asking Glenn a million questions) is so so fun and I look forward to writing more of them. Hopefully chapter two should come out soon-ish; I'm close to being done, but I'm focusing on other fics first, so once I finish those then hopefully this fic will be top priority (we'll have to see in the future though. But hopefully I'll crank out some chapters and some Annie and Mercie <3)

“Wow, really taking it out on that dummy, huh?” Glenn paused, labored breaths leaving his body as he brought back the spear close to him. He straightened himself out from his primary battle position, letting his body loose but keeping the–horrible, crude, worn-down wooden–spear close to his body. He tightened his grip on it when he looked over his shoulder to glare at the person with the smartass comment, for even daring to interrupt his training session. Even in the dark, he could tell who it was. The man’s face might not have been clear, or even completely visible, but he could still recognize the man, and the rage he felt whenever he was in his presence. Even though time had apparently passed, the fiery red hair was still so recognizable. A different haircut, sure, but the shade was still distinguishable. More scars were on his face that Glenn remembered, but the dumb smirk on his face still pissed Glenn off. The same relaxed, arrogant way he just stands and exists, leaning against the doorway. It was hard to fully see him, yeah, but the little bits that the moonlight lit up made it clear enough for Glenn to know. Twenty years changes a lot in a person, he’s seen that first hand with Dimitri–but Glenn knew. Glenn knew and recognized the person in front of him. Maybe it was from the stress and anger that came from the whole situation, or maybe because he already held a small hatred towards the man, but Glenn felt a surge of wrath and a need to spar, to fight surge through him. And from that, he hardened his glare and pointed his spear towards the intruder, in a silent way of challenging him to a fight. A hiss left his lips of the name who stood before him. “Miklan.”

This was whipped up in the middle of the night because the scene wouldn't leave my head and I want to get to this part so so badly lmao. Alas it is like chapter 4 or something so I won't write the scene for some while, especially since I haven't even planned what chapter 3/4 will be ^^;;; but god I wanna get to this part so badly, where Glenn is just taken over by anger and rage and annoyance and lack of sleep. It's a slow transition through the chapters and this reveal will probably be the tipping point--or maybe when Felix arrives. That might actually be his breaking point lol Also yes this is most definitely Miklan. I can think of no other character who has red hair, is laid-back, could've possibly gathered more scars over a twenty year period, and is someone Glenn already knows. No one else comes to mind. Definitely not.

#i mean if you wanted me to do one snippet per rose i'll gladly do more lol <33 #bunni mumbles #ask game #fe3h

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OMG WHAT ?? 😡 I cant believe tumblr deleted my ask from you :( that’s so rude !! thank goodness I sent in another one ! ^_^

I’m doing very well, n’ tysm !! n’ small update; I’ve been well, I actually just finished my classes so I’m officially on summer break !! >.< I have so much time on my hands I just don’t know what to do ! wbu ?? how’ve you been ml ! 🫶🏼 AWE TYY !! I managed to get sm inspo and have 3.5k words ! I have to continue writing later today ! >.<

OMG YOU SHOULD !! Im glad you’re getting motivation again ! hopefully you can write something soon !! I’m rooting for you !! 🤧 I’m sure whatever you come up with is going to be amazing esp since you have free time !! ^_^ 🎉 oh yes !! so, it’s called “fanfics and the boy next door” it’s not finished yet sadly cause I was super preoccupied with school ! but now that I’m also free lol I get to hopefully finish it soon !! ^_^

YES I DID OML !! IT WAS LITERALLY THE BEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE 🤧 I miss her sm it was literally insane !! 🤧 n’ TYYY !! It was a surprise from my sis, my sisters and I went together !! It was all vv fun !! oml, I saw that ! resale prices went up to like 3k, it was like so crazy ! 💜 THAT REMINDS ME ! so, once it got to the rep era of the concert the whole stadium was literally SHAKING ! and I mean SHAKING !! it was scary but honestly so much fun LMAOO 😭

OMG YAY THATS SO EXCITING !! 💗 have you found a job that you’re interested in yet or do you know what you want to work as !! 🫶🏼 ooo that sounds nice !! I hope you enjoy your trips n’ pls make sure to be careful !! <33 AWE :( maybe you guys can meet up whenever you can ? even though college is over that doesn’t mean you have to stop being friends !! ^_^ 🫶🏼🥹

hm ! well, I don’t have any plans sadly lol !! I’m thinking of maybe focusing on writing and editing this summer !! I am supposedly going to the beach next Saturday though ! so that’s something to do ! 😅😭 but I guess we’ll see what happens !! 😭🫶🏼 how’s your day been so far ?? anything fun happen ?

(cont.) OMG ALSO !! tysm for liking my theme 🤧🫶🏼 I forgot to thank u for the compliment lol !! your theme tho > it’s so iconic and I will forever love it 🥹

I KNOW I WAS SO UPSET WHEN I TRIED TO POST IT AND THE RED LINE SHOWED UP <//3 AND IT WOULDNT EVEN LET ME RETRY POSTING IT LIKE WTHHH TUMBLR

also im so glad you're doing well !!! and congrats on finishing exams and i hope you're enjoying your summer break to its fullest !! 🥰💖 maybe you can take up a hobby :o like crocheting HAHAH learn how to crochet with me 😌 i was making a shirt and it turned out rlly cute actually :') OMG YAYYY i hope the writing's going well >:)) 3.5k phewwww i see you 😮‍💨 and i've been doing good !! school definitely burnt me out this year so the break is nice HAHAH but getting back to work omg.... i was so tired all the time last summer so we'll see how it goes LOL

omg do you think you're gonna finish the fic soon?? :o i hope it goes well !! ALSO IM GLAD YOU HAD FUN AT THE CONCERT did you like "speak now"? 💘 i am not a swiftie but my friends really liked it :')) OHH YEAH REPUTATION IS A TOP TIER ALBUM im sure it must've been insane to see live !!

there are a few roles im interested in but im also telling myself i need to work my way up to higher positions since they're more mid-senior level positions 🥲 i will be all good tho !! 😌 job hunting SUCKS i hate when entry level positions require years of experience like girl that's not entry level anymore HAHAH also yes!! i think we will be fine since we all live relatively close ,, it's just gonna be so nostalgic thinking back to when i was free to do whatever in college LOL

ooo that sounds fun !! 🥰 i hope you had a good time at the beach <33 my day's been pretty slow ngl 😩 yesterday i went to my friend's party and then tomorrow i think im going to a movie with a few friends but we'll see 🥲 today tho i have been watching gose throughout the day at random HAHAH

#💌 : love notes #enaus

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purplesurveys · 1 year

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What made you happy in the last 24 hours? Getting home has never made me happier as it did yesterday. After dealing with a 2 AM calltime and a 7-hour hike, I was just SO happy to see my mom and sister and play with the dogs and lie down on the floor and take a shower and nurse all my battle wounds from the hike and finally SLEEP. I legit slept for like 15 hours save for the quick time I woke up at 10 PM last night to eat something.

What was the last book you read? Around the World in Eighty Days but I don’t think I’ve resumed reading it since January...

What was the most fun thing you did in the last 24 hours? I watched a live feed of Yoongi’s third show of the tour this morning. I wouldn’t have done so since I really only had to see the premiere show (which I already did last Thursday), but word was spreading that Jimin was at earlier’s show so I had to see if they were doing Tony Montana haha.

Anyway, he joined the show just as a viewer and there was no collab performance but I had a lot of fun still.

Have you done anything adventurous lately? The hiking thing I guess but I felt furthest from adventurous.

What was the last thing you regretted doing (or not doing)? Ordering too much rice for my hiking party yesterday. My first wave of orders went by QUICKLY and like half of the group clearly needed more food to eat, so I made an order for more rice but by the time it came, everyone was starting to say they were full -_____- So then we had rice good for like 15 people that nobody was touching and it all felt like a big waste. Luckily they all felt the same and everyone just kinda took their own portion for takeout lol.

What was the most delicious food you ate in the last 24 hours? BAGNET KARE-KARE HOLY FUCK. I’ve been eating kare-kare my entire life but I’ve only ever had the kind where it’s all the soft parts of the beef, but yesterday I finally got to try the bagnet version and oh my fucking god changed the actual trajectory of my life. I’m itching to go back to that restaurant to have it again.

Do you like the way your hair looks right now? It’s the way it usually looks when the weather is nearly 40ºC, so meaning to say I hate how it looks but I don’t really have a choice.

Do you think it rains too much where you live? There’s a time of the year where it’s supposed to rain too much, but apart from that, no.

What color is your laptop? Silver/grey. Is your computer slow? Is it having problems? It’s a 2015 model so it’s definitely run its course, but apart from a considerably poorer battery life and not being eligible for newer software updates, it’s fine. I never use my personal laptop except to take surveys anyway so there’s also no reason for me to be shopping for a new one either.

Do you worry a lot, or do you live carefree? Somehow I am a mix of both, if that makes any sense. I overthink a lot, but when things go wrong it’s also easy for me to think “if it happens, it happens.” Like I can’t change the past anyway, so I just move on.

I still think it’s an improvement from my past self though – all I used to do is worryworryworry and then let regret eat me up when I make mistakes.

Do you have a Bible that’s falling apart? We still have the actual Bible that was used for my parents’ wedding 26 years ago – but I wouldn’t say it’s falling apart. It’s just that the pages smell very, well, old book-y, which is expected.

What did the last pair of earrings you wore look like? I haven’t worn earrings and even clip-ons in years but if I had to guess, the last pair was my favorite hoop clip-ons.

What is the next fun thing you are planning to do? I’m watching a wrestling show tonight – which I honessssstly want to cancel on since my entire body is screaming in pain – but I don’t want to flake on Andi lol so I’m going. It should be fun anyway; Tajiri is on the card so that’s exciting.

Do you suffer from chronic pain? No.

What was the last thing you did outside? I had an OC moment and went out twice to check if my car’s interior light was on. I’m pretty obsessive about that these days because a couple of weeks ago it was my mom who forgot to turn the light off, so then a whole weekend passed and when I started the car the next time I took it out, it wouldn’t start anymore haha.

Do you need to clean your room? No, it’s fine right now.

Have you ever read the Bible all the way through? No.

Do you collect mason jars? No. I remember when that was a fad...

What was the last thing you decorated? The living room.

What’s on your floor? Napping dogs.

What was the last piece of candy you ate? A brownie bar, if that counts?? I know that’s not candy though lol

Are you wearing shorts right now? No because I’m headed out in like 2 hours anyway. I really want to wear shorts though :((((

Who was your first best friend? Kaye.

Who was/is your last or current best friend? Angela, Andi.

Do you have a best friend currently? Yep.

Are you lonely? No.

Have you spent most of your life lonely? No, I wouldn’t say most.

Did you answer your phone in the last 24 hours? Yes and no? I ignored all work calls that came through, but when my mom video called yesterday I had no problem picking that up.

What’s your favorite magazine to read? I don’t really read them anymore, unless Weverse Magazine comes out with something new OR if there’s a foreign magazine that publishes a BTS interview. Even then I don’t have a favorite.

What color is the sky right now? Blue.

Do you like the name Skye? No. That -e makes me want to grind my teeth. Do you want to have kids? Continued from yesterday. I would love to, but I don’t think it’s in the cards anymore.

When was the last time you ate taffy? Not sure...I don’t have those a lot at all. It’s probably been years.

Name three toppings you like on a salad. Spicy mayo, croutons, and...idk those are all I can think of. I don’t have salads frequently.

Do you like pineapple? One of my least favorite food in just every context. Hate it as a flavor, hate it on my pizza, as a juice...

Would you rather visit Asia or Europe? Europe would be a nice once-in-a-lifetime trip, but culture and cuisine wise I really prefer to go around Asia.

Do you know anyone who travels all the time? Yes, a handful of people.

Do you think it’s selfish to travel all the time, when most people can’t? For me, it depends on the context. I have a co-worker a couple positions above me who is almost always exclusively traveling for leisure and living out their hobbies and it’s honestly very baffling because it’s like hello? we are in the same workplace and every other employee is dying at how fast-paced everything is? how are you in Korea for the 107th time? are you still employed maybe I just missed the memo?? hahaha. Would you ever consider studying abroad? Maybe for a masters, yeah; but back in college I never thought about it as it didn’t seem worth the eventual hassle of getting delayed.

What was the last thing you ate? Pasta with tuna and broccoli. Are you happy with your life right now? It’s a solid 7/10 right now. I’m comfortable, but am also feeling like life has been too routine-y lately; it’s why I’m really excited for my Thailand and Malaysia trips. More than seeing Yoongi, I also just feel like I’m long overdue a vacation even if it’s just a bit short of two weeks.

What color was your first phone? The case was red but I don’t actually recall what color the actual model was.

Do you remember your high school locker combination? Continued again from the night before. I actually don’t. Knowing how big of a fangirl I was in high school though (I still am, but you get me lol) it was most likely either 319 or 904.

If you’re a YouTuber, list three companies you’d like to sponsor you. 24 Chicken, School Tteokbokki, and Yabu.

Do you miss someone? My dad.

If applicable, how long did it take you to grieve the loss of your best friend? A little over six months. I thought it would be a lifetime long, but fortunately I was surrounded by a great support system who helped walk me out of it.

Do you wear flip-flops? Only when I go outside to briefly do an outdoor chore or am at the beach.

Which do you like better: cacti, palm trees, or maple trees? I don’t have a preference.

What type of tree do you see most of where you live? I don’t actually know; they all look the same to me.

Have you ever seen fireflies? Yes.

Can you see the moon from your bedroom window? Nope.

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week sixty-seven

OKAY woah. crazy week. although mainly friday was crazy lol. im just gonna do a short highlight then tell yall ab friday in more detail.

- v ghosted me. or well, he hasnt been in on the app in days so it could be that but im gonna count it as ghosting considering he MUST notice we arent talking, right?

- started talking to j. hes a slow replier although he did tell me quite early on that he is so i dont mind it AS much but ya. i wanna talk to himmmmm more.

- in general ive been getting more matches recently, esp w men. idk how im suddenly in such an era.

- won music quiz ???? me, c, f, p and v shared the price. s had sat w out team and helped us but he wasnt officially in our team so he didnt drink anything. i had mixed vibes ab s but i quite like him now, hes really nice but he reminds me a bit of k but i dont want to think of him as shittily as i do of him just bc he kind of reminds me of him manner-wise. manner-wise as in the way he speaks, not acts.

- ms concert !!!! so good !!! shes so talented !!!!!!!!

okay, so... friday. the day had come. were all doomed.

i went to helsinki by train early in the morning and i arrived in helsinki around 11:30. i had forgotten my sandwiches i had made the night before so i was starving. i went to hesburger and had some food. i was sooooo bored for the like,, 5 hours of freetime i had before the show. i went to check out where the venue was and i was feeling quite happy but my ears started hurting so bad bc it was cold so i after finding the venue i had to find somewhere to warm up for a bit which ended up being in some health center. the area around the venue was so,,, lame. like there was nothing to do at all and it was raining and it was cold so walking outside wasnt my fav activity. i decided to go buy some food for the train ride home and then i struggled figuring out what to do bc like,, i had like two hours of freetime left so i COULDVE gone back to the city center and done some fun stuff but it was kind of that thing of when u have plans at like 4 pm so u cant do ANYTHING before that even though u realistically have the time to do it. yk?

it started raining and i was not feeling myself at all and i had the urge to cry bc i was so overwhelmed but i ended up walking around in a light panic then i went to the venue and just waited outside for like an hour. a group of brits in doomed hoodies came out of a van and walked into the venue and bro i was starting to get nervous lol everything started feeling so real.

the venue opens. ppl rush in and i let some ppl go before me since i didnt want to be first at the m&g. we got a neon orange wristband and then were guided to the wardrobe. i put away my stuff and then went to buy merch. i got the save the bees tee and its so cute. my card declined at first bc of some area ban thingy so i had to fix that real quick before buying it. the staff were so nice though!

i had to pick up my makeup from the wardrobe bc i forgot it in my bag and also i was unsure whether we were meeting dan w masks on or not so in case we werent wearing masks i wanted to fix my makeup. we ended up meeting him w masks on though so i wouldve been fine.

i go to the m&g queue. i didnt even know it had started until i saw dans back on the side of the screen separating him from the queue. he wore a nice outfit. some sweater w a skeleton on the back and ripped jeans. very dan. very on brand. i had a lil freak out and fangirled by myself lol i was so aaaaaa

i was talking w n for a good bit during the queueing and in the midst of it she said i should ask what his fav pokémon is bc we had been talking ab that a couple of days ago while i was making hama bead stuff for him. i told n id ask him to send her a voice message from my phone. n got excited ab it but told me to not waste my time w him on her but i was so sure i wanted to do this so i just set that as a lil goal.

when i was close to the front i stopped talking w n for a bit and just tried to calm down a bit. i put on the screen rec on my phone when the last person in front of me left to go meet him and once i got to walk in we immediately went in for a hug and bro i was so awkward bc he wanted to hug me above my shoulders bc yk,,, hes tall but i tried doing one of those twisty ones where one arm goes above and one under and broooo. THE TWISTY HUGS R NOT EVEN GOOD LIKE BRO NOOOOOO... anyways, before i start crying ab that, lets continue. he immediately asks if i want anything signed and i hand him my pride flag and make a little joke ab how i thought it was on brand. he asks if the letter in my hand was for him and i misinterpret it as if the pride flag was for him so i just answer awkwardly like “no but i brought u a letter” like OKAY GURL....... anyways... i hand him the letter and make a lil comment on the taemin sticker i used to seal it w. he laughs ab it and says i have taste. he goes in to reach for my phone and asks if i want him to take the pictures and i just say yes and tried to make him notice my cringey wallpaper of him and phil, yk,,, thinking i could make a lil joke ab how i have it as a joke and that i dont have a literal photo of him and phil from like 2009 thinking its the shit (although,,, it kind of is the shit). anyways, he doesnt notice it and just takes a few pics. 5/6 turn out blurry but theyre all cute so its fine, still ly dan lol he starts ending the interaction and being all like “well, i hope u enjoy the show tonight!” and i reply w like “also-” and he was listening attentively again and being all like “yeah?” instead of scurrying me away (bro i feel like im making both him and me sound like douchebags but it was a pleasant experience, it was just a very hectic one). i tell him shortly that me and n met bc of him and phil and he was like “really??” and i asked him if he could send a voice message to her telling her his fav pokémon bc she loves pokémon. hes like “yes, ofc!” and then i hand him my phone w me and ns chat open. he starts a message but doesnt record it so he has to do it again and he reacted so cutely when he realized it wasnt recording PLSS hes so cute. he records it again and then i thank him and he goes in for another hug before i leave and aghhhh i was so shakey afterwards. also, HE SMELLS SO GOOD????? its very obviously lush so i have a mission to find that exact lush product now bc WOAH. i smelt like him for a solid 30 mins afterwards, it was crazy.

the show was so good and my seat was great!!! im so happy w everything and the pre-show pl was amazing. sticker, famous last words, his own diss track??? i loved it. so happy. i love dan sm!!!

sotw: the cure - apart

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noizo1d · 1 year

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2022 MEDIA RECAP

reviews of all the stuff i've watched/played this year

3/30 - TRANSFORMERS: PRIME (COMPLETE SERIES)

had a lot of fun with the first season but the writing quality tanked going into mid-s2 with the relic hunt (which was a problem people also had with this show so i feel validated). smokescreen's introduction and most of the episodes with him saved it a little but it was still really slow going into s3

the more i think about the show the more i feel like it's not really as THE SECOND COMING OF JESUS ITS SO GOOOOOOOOOOOD as other people say it is but not obscenely terrible either

i'm not fucking with the fandom though they're insane /neg

7/10

3/26 - TRANSFORMERS: PRIME: BEAST HUNTERS - PREDACONS RISING

me talking about tfp vs me talking about predacons rising:

man this doesn't even feel like an actual end to the show, just a semi-canonical one-off between prime and rid15

"galvatron" has a cool design tho

5/10

4/18 - POKÉMON OMEGA RUBY

fun game, i enjoyed it a lot :D

9/10

6/13 - TRANSFORMERS COMBINER WARS

the only show i've ever watched out of the prime wars trilogy lol

expected this to be godawful but it's not as bad as i was expecting. not very good but not horrendous either

4/10 could hardly remember anything

6/25 - BUDDY THUNDERSTRUCK

kinda boring ngl

good for what it is tho, sucked it didn't get a 2nd season. but it had a satisfying ending for what it was so i'm fine with it

6/10

6/30 - ROBOTOMY

this show was stupid as all fuck but i love it

No Child Left Benign was super fucked up though

8/10

8/21 - MEGAS XLR

this show is SO FUCKING GOOD i am not exaggerating

really funny, great character development and dynamic from the main 3 protagonists, nicely action-packed, great parody of mecha and sci-fi media in general

i don't like giving 10/10s all that often because i feel conscious about overrating them too much but this gets a 10/10 easily. definitely worth the hype, go watch it if you can

12/20 - POKÉMON SUN

very fun game to revisit if you zone out during the cutscenes/first like, hour of the game. i powered through it within a matter of about a week.

8/10 i miss the 3ds era of pokemon a lot we need to go back

12/25 - YOUTUBE POOP: SKELLINGTON'S REVENGE

fun christmas special. i haven't watched this since i was a bab so it was pretty fun to revisit

8/10

12/26 - NIGHT WARRIORS: DARKSTALKERS - THE ANIMATION

i watched the first episode subbed but then i switched to the dub because some of the beast wars voice actors (including my favorite voice actor) were on it (certified autism moment). it's fine and i liked it but i stopped paying attention for the last episode. but what can you do?

wished lord raptor got more screentime ngl

7/10, would recommend if you're a fan of darkstalkers

#new text post tag (wow!)#i didn't feel like i finished a lot of stuff. weird...#of course everything else is in process of watching because i'm really really really bad with watching stuff lol

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55? (for the spotify wrapped thing)

Slowly getting to these! Inspiration has decided to take a bit of a vacation post-NaNo apparently lol

55 is Oxygen by Living Things, and Kairan has decided he wants to be sappy

Spotify Wrapped Prompts! Send me a number and I’ll write a snippet based on the corresponding song!

The city was just a bright smudge on the horizon when Kairan finally slowed to a stop. He killed the motor, and for a few moments the silence and the darkness pressed in on them.

Slowly, he felt Charlie’s grip loosen as he looked around. “Why did we stop here?” he asked.

“Why not?” Kairan shook off the remainder of Charlie’s grip and dismounted his bike. He took off his helmet and shook out his hair, though it wouldn’t help much and it’s not like Charlie could see it or care.

“There’s nothing here.”

“Spoken like a true city boy.” Kairan started to untie the bag he’d thrown onto the back of his bike before they’d left. “C’mon Ori, nothing’s gonna hurt you. Not out here at least.”

Charlie didn’t say anything, but he started to remove his own helmet, which was a good start in Kairan’s opinion. Kairan busied himself with unpacking the bag and laying out the blanket he’d brought as he waited for Charlie’s next move.

“Why are we out here?” Despite no longer being muffled by the helmet, Charlie’s voice seemed quieter than before.

“Because I thought it would be fun.” Kairan silently declared his work good enough, and sat down on the blanket.

“This is your idea of fun?” Kairan couldn’t blame Charlie for sounding so skeptical. After all, the dead of night out in the wasteland was a far cry from the races they usually frequented.

“Yes. Are you going to get down from there or do I need to drag you?”

Charlie slid off of the bike, onto the blanket next to Kairan. “I still don’t understand.”

“Patience.” Kairan grabbed Charlie by the shoulder and pushed him down. Charlie yelped as he tumbled onto his side. “Give it like, half an hour, okay?”

Charlie grumbled and elbowed Kairan in retaliation, but didn’t put up any further protest.

Kairan’s estimate had been generous. His eyes had been adjusting to the darkness in the time that it had taken to cajole Charlie down to the ground, and the dimmer stars were slowly becoming more visible as he looked up at the night sky.

“Oh,” Charlie breathed. Kairan glanced over at him to see his eyes wide, staring up at the sky in silent awe.

“City boy,” Kairan teased.

“I didn’t..... I never knew they could be so bright.”

“Yeah.” Kairan stretched and rested his hands behind his head as a pillow. “Somebody once told me everybody should take a night to just go look at the stars without any of those city lights in the way.”

“Holli?”

“Nah. An old friend of ours.” Kairan took a breath and tried to ignore how his chest still seized up a little even after all this time.

Charlie either caught the little hitch or his particular wording, because he didn’t question further. Instead, he scooted a little closer to rest his head against Kairan’s shoulder.

“Y’know,” Kairan said, never one to enjoy the total silence they were surrounded by, “you’re named after one of those.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. Orion. Somewhere up there.” Kairan swiped his free hand across the sky. “Don’t remember where exactly though.”

“You’re making stuff up now.”

“Would I ever lie to you?” Kairan asked.

Charlie pushed himself up onto his elbows to look directly at Kairan. “I think we both know the answer to that one, Eclipse.”

Kairan would have normally countered with some witty retort, but the moon emerged from its cloud cover then, and he was distracted by the way the light played off of Charlie’s hair and haloed him in soft silver light. His breath stuttered again, this time for a completely different reason.

Before he could find his voice again, Charlie poked him in the chest. “Therefore, I’m not trusting you in this case.” His piece said, Charlie resumed his position of using Kairan as a pillow.

“Fine then.” Kairan thought he did an adequate job of keeping his voice steady despite the very cute boy currently laying on him. “You can look it up when we get back and you’ll see I was right.”

Silence greeted his words, but Kairan knew Charlie and his fidgety habits to recognize it was one of those silences where Charlie was working up the courage to say something.

When he finally spoke up, his voice had lost whatever confidence he’d had before. “Are we going back right now?”

“Do you want to?”

Charlie shook his head.

“Then no.” Kairan wrapped an arm around Charlie’s shoulders. “We’ll stay till the sun rises if that’s what you want.”

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Little, Teeny Crush | sebastian stan

Synopsis: Chris and Sam hook you and Sebastian up on Chris’ birthday night out, knowing you like him.

A/N: This is really rough for my first piece lol but hope you enjoy anyway. Requests are open for Sebastian Stan/Chris Evans/Tom Holland related topics. I have a few of my own story ideas I’m putting out, so if you do request bear with me.

“I honestly hope he doesn’t come,” you say, twirling the straw in your drink as a hopeful distraction. You focus on the ice cubes that circle the glass, feeling your chest pulsating at the same pace. It was June and that meant, really, only one thing: Chris demanding a night out for his birthday. You and Anthony had already planned the night, intending it as a surprise, but Chris ended up finding out and wanted to stay updated. So, now, the three of you were sat in The Wooden Crown Arms—because Chris always had an interest in British pubs—in a booth in the corner, waiting for Sebastian to arrive… Well, they were waiting, you were dreading.

“Why?” Anthony asks, sitting opposite you and laughing. “He’s just late, what’s he ever done to you?”

An already tipsy Chris giggles. “She has a little crush on him,” he points at you and then boops your nose. “A little, teeny crush.”

You roll your eyes and try to suppress a laugh. “I’m gonna need a lot more to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Evans.”

“A crush?” Anthony leans closer to you from across the table excitedly. “Really?”

Before you can reply, you watch Sebastian walk through the entrance on the other end of the room. “Shut up,” you say. “He’s coming over.”

Chris turns around but Sebastian still hasn’t seen you guys. “Oh, you mean Sebastian Stan?” He says loudly, almost falling off the seat. Anthony manages to pull him back before he completely hits the ground.

That’s when Sebastian sees you.

He only looks at you first and it’s like the two of you are having some film-like slow-motion moment. But then Chris’ loud voice breaks it, and he engulfs Sebastian in a hug. You feel Sebastian still looking at you but you try and keep your focus on Anthony, too worried that you’ll blush if you look long enough.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he says, sitting down next to you. His thigh brushes yours and you gulp, but he seemingly ignores it, greeting Anthony across the table. “Traffic was a bitch.”

“I think Y/N wants you to say that last part again,” Chris giggles. You widen your eyes at him and grit your teeth. Fuck.

“Why?” Sebastian is looking right at you, obviously waiting for an answer but you can’t meet his eyes—and you see Chris staring, evidently manifesting you to look at each other.

Still looking at Chris, you say, “My hearing is really bad in this place. I just didn’t catch it.”

“Right,” Seb laughs in confusion. “I guess I’m gonna need a lot to drink if I’m gonna catch up with you, Chris.”

Anthony and Chris turned to you, eyes wide at Sebastian’s similar line to yours earlier.

“It’s a common phrase, guys,” you sigh.

“A what?” Sebastian laughs confused again.

“Common phrase.”

“A common phrase?”

“We said the same thing,” you explain. “They think it means something. I think it means Chris is too drunk already.”

“I’m perfectly fine, Y/N! Look, it’s like this… when you have a time and you have a moment, it’s going to be pretty interesting.”

“Chris, what the fuck are you saying?” You laugh.

Sebastian laughs. “I’m gonna go get a drink. Anyone want another?” He looks at Anthony, who shows his full bottle, and then to Chris, and Anthony shakes his head. Then he finally looks at you, and you finally look back at him which causes your stomach to feel like a whole circus.

“Southern Comfort and lemonade.” You smile.

He nods and heads towards the bar. As soon as he’s out of sight, you lean across the table. “I should smack you both, what are you doing!”

“Did you just say you’ll smack us?” Chris giggles.

Anthony ignores Chris and says, “Trying to hook you up.”

“You don’t even know if he’s attracted to me. Can you not put me out there when I haven’t done it myself? I can’t handle rejection. Especially not from someone as hot as Sebast—“

“Here you go.” Sebastian sings, sliding your drink towards you. “Got you a straw too, saw you had one in your last drink.”

In unison, Chris and Anthony shout, “Gentleman!”

“This is so weird,” Sebastian laughs. “I love it.”

***

Chris and Sebastian are deep in conversation while you and Anthony scan the food menu for snacks. Sebastian stretches his arm across the back of the booth seat behind you—his focus still on Chris. Anthony’s eyes widen at you, face not really containing his excitement. You mouth to him to “chill out”.

“I need the bathroom!” Anthony bursts out abruptly. Everyone looks at him. “Yeah, I need the bathroom. Move Chris…”

After a short moment, Chris’ phone dings and he looks at it. Then he quickly looks up, grinning at both you and Sebastian. You give Chris a look of, don’t you fucking dare leave me alone with him. But his grin only grows larger.

“I have to go to the bathroom.”

You sigh, “did Anthony just text—“

“I just have to go to the bathroom. I can’t hold it any longer, I guess.”

And then he’s gone… leaving you and Sebastian left alone. With his arm still behind your head, he taps the seat with his fingers and you feel your heartbeat get faster. You’re getting nervous—or rather more nervous than before. You can hear his fingers on the leather so close by your ear.

“Y/N?” He says, and you snap out of your daze. “Were you not listening?” He laughs, a smile wide on his face.

“I don’t think I was, I’m sorry. Say that again.”

“I was asking if you were having a good time.”

“I’m having a great time.” You’re still facing frontwards but you notice and feel Sebastian turn his body towards you. “What about you?” You give a quick glance and then sip your drink again.

“I’m having a good time…” he’s chuckling to himself. You can hear the leather squeaking as he’s shaking his leg. “I’m having a really good time, yeah.”

“Seems Chris is too,” you joke.

“Yeah,” he says. “Chris is definitely going for it tonight.”

“Yeah…”

“Why were they shouting my name when I first arrived?”

You gulp and hope he didn’t hear it. “They must have seen you come in.”

“They were facing you,” he says with a smile still on his face. “You were the one to see me. I saw you look at me and look away.” You drink faster through the straw. “Did you say something about me?” He laughs.

You choke as you swallow your drink, coughing and catching the attention of the other people in the bar. He rubs your back and puts a hand on your arm. “Oh my god, that was embarrassing.”

“Are you okay?” When he asks this, you turn to him. Properly looking at him now and you wonder if you can trust yourself. While looking at him, you notice one of his collar sides is sticking up. You unfold it and caress it down so it’s in its right place.

“Sorry,” you say overly apologetic. You completely forgot where you were for a moment. “It was bugging me. One side up. One side down.”

He just stays smiling and shakes his head. “No problem, I liked it… I mean, I appreciated it. Appreciated it, yeah.”

He’s looking at you in the eyes and you don’t think you’ve ever met someone who makes such great eye contact like him. It’s making you nervous again. His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes, licking his lips every now and then.

Then you move your hands down to the hem of his top, twisting it around your fingertip to ease your nerves. “Is this okay?” You ask and he nods.

He moves his free hand—with his other still in the back of the booth seat behind you—onto your thigh, his thumb gently caressing the inside of it. “Is this okay?” He asks and you nod. You feel your insides becoming giddy, goosebumps forming across your skin.

Just as you think Sebastian is leaning in, Anthony approaches the table and you retract your hand from his shirt but his hand stays still on your thigh.

“I’m gonna give Chris a ride home,” he says. “He’s gone a little bit overboard. You two good, here?”

You nod. “Yeah, I’ll grab a cab home.”

“We can share and split the cost,” Sebastian says. “Then we know you get home safe.”

***

The cab finally pulls up outside your apartment building, and you hesitate for a moment. The rain is pattering on the car windows and with your light alcoholic buzz, everything feels so calm and soothing.

“You okay?” He asks.

You want to ask him up, but you don’t want to feel rejected. Maybe you were imagining the moment in the bar?

“I’d like that,” he says.

You’re brought out of your thoughts, “Huh?”

“Coming up to your apartment,” he laughs.

“Did I say that out loud?”

He nods, laughing. “Did you not mean to?”

The cab driver sighs. “Look, man, this is cute and all but I’m running gas, here. Are you getting out or not?”

Sebastian looks at you to make sure you want him to come up. You nod at him knowingly. He lets you out of the cab first before he paying the driver. When he exits, he puts a hand to the small of your back. You’re both quiet when you walk through the lobby and into the elevator—maybe it’s tension or maybe it’s just awkwardness. You’re not quite sure.

“Which number?” He asks.

“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you laugh. “It’s the third floor.”

He presses the button for number 3 and stands close by your side, his hand still on the small of your back. The doors open on your floor and you walk down the hall to your apartment, Sebastian now trailing behind you instead of beside you. You put the key in the lock and turn it, open the door.

“You’re not some secret serial killer, are you?” You ask. “Only you’re trailing behind me…”

“I figured I’d give you some space in case you felt like you wanted to slam the door in my face and not let me in.” He says this as he’s walking through the hallway of your apartment. When he sees your couch he asks if he can sit on it and you nod.

“Water or coffee?” You call to him from the kitchen.

“Coffee, please, Y/N.”

You walk into the room holding a glass of water for yourself and a coffee for Sebastian. You sit opposite him on the couch. “Tonight was fun,” you say.

“Very fun,” he agrees, sipping from the mug. Then there’s a moment of silence. “Did you like my hand on your thigh?”

“Did I?” You stutter nervously, taken aback by the question.

“I should really stop making you choke, shouldn’t I?” He chuckles. “So, did you? Like my hand on your thigh?”

“That’s a sexy way of asking for consent,” you giggle. “But I did, yeah.”

He looks at you deeply again, and you’re getting nervous again. “Would you like it…” he moves closer to you, and you do the same.

“I would,” you whisper.

He places the mug on the table and rests his hand on your thigh like earlier. His thumb gently caressing the inside of it.

***

Sebastian’s hand was cold when it slid up your body to rest his hand by your collar bone, his palm flat feeling your heartbeat get faster and faster, and his wrist resting between your boobs. His other hand slipped into your underwear, finger sliding down your slit.

“You’re soaking,” he whispered in your ear, his breath warm. A jarring difference from his cold hands. “Have you been like this all night?”

You tilt your head back onto his shoulder. And he loves the sight, you in pleasure heaven, your neck on show for him, your body quivering back into his. “Have you been like this all night?”

“Y-yes,” you manage to make out. “Oh, daddy, yes. All night.”

“Good thing I came up to you, then?” He asks. “Are you glad I came up to you?” He emphasises the word “came” and he feels you clench against his finger.

“Not yet, baby, you don’t get me inside of you yet. Just be patient, baby.”

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans imagine #chris evans smut #sebastian stan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan imagine #sebastian stan smut #tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #peter parker x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #steve rogers imagine #peter parker imagine

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