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lxnarphase · 9 days

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I-T G-I-R-L ᯓ★

━━ ❝ THIS P★SSY SOMETHING ALL OVER THE WORLD ❞

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...ft. : blk!fem!reader + g. satoru + g. suguru + n. kento + h. hiromi + f. toji + k. shiu + k. choso + r. sukuna + h. kinji + t. fumihiko + t. aoi

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : the new girl has caught his attention...and he really, really likes what he sees.

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...lunar's note : i want to try something a little different where i do little drabbles and pieces similar to 'chef kiss, she's a treat' except they'll be longer !! ❤︎ the list will be updated with links as they are posted ! leave a reply if you would like to be tagged

BITCH, YOU KNOW I'M SEXY | F. TOJI

ᯓ ❤︎ being toji's roommate, you finally snaps after another night of not being able to sleep because of toji's late night hookups. your house, your rules.

DON'T CALL, JUST TEXT ME | N. KENTO

ᯓ ❤︎ nanami always makes sure he takes good care of his girl and other girls can't help but get a little jealous of you. why not rub it in their face a little bit?

SLOW, CAN'T GET ON MY SPEED | K. CHOSO

ᯓ ❤︎ aftering pushing choso's buttons all day long, he can't help but crack and show you that he's not the constantly shy, blushing mess you think he is

YOU KNOW I AM THAT GIRL | T. AOI

ᯓ ❤︎ of course everyone is shocked when todo comes around with a girlfriend of all things...but how the hell did he bag you?!

BITCH, DON'T KISS AND TELL | H. HIROMI

ᯓ ❤︎ 'i won't go back to my ex' he said. 'i can live without her' he said. well, now hiromi's on his knees with his head is under your skirt, like the liar he is.

DON'T BE MAD AT ME 'CUS I'M C★NT, BITCH | R. SUKUNA

ᯓ ❤︎ sukuna has always hated piercing the pink, girly girls that would probably start crying the second they see the needle. but that succubus tattoo catches his eye.

TRENDSETTER, BITCH | T. FUMIHIKO

ᯓ ❤︎ you always have takaba take your insta pictures, but he's learned recently that he likes taking pictures of you all the time. all. the. time.

I'M A ST★R GIRL, BITCH | H. KINJI

ᯓ ❤︎ hakari has always found himself getting lost in your eyes because of how unique they are. but he recently notice whenever you look at him they do something...different.

PRETTY BITCHES LOVE ME | G. SUGURU

ᯓ ❤︎ suguru is just as big of a show off as gojo, he's just more subtle about it. and he wants everyone in this damn club to know that you're his.

TO BE IN VOGUE, TO WALK IN SHOWS | K. SHIU

ᯓ ❤︎ shiu loves your mini fashion shows on his days off, you always look so so pretty. but today's outfit? he likes it a bit too much.

I'M THAT BITCH, YOU ALREADY KNOW | G. SATORU

ᯓ ❤︎ satoru has started incorporating little accessories that match your fits of the day and he knows he's always making sure everyone knows its from you.

#jjk x black reader #jjk x black y/n #jujutsu kaisen x black reader #gojo x black reader #black fem reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #𖤐 ── lxnarblabs.

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lostbetweenvampiresandmusic · 2 months

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Stories and hospital beds

Marko x reader

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If the room had been a little warmer, I could have almost claimed that I was comfortable. That was, of course, forgetting the fact that I could not move my leg (it was stuck in bandages) and that my ribs were hurting with every breath I took. If I'm completely honest with myself, I have a hard time remembering how exactly I ended up in the hospital.

Last night, Marko had taken me out on a date. We had dinner in a fancy restaurant - he'd even dressed up a little for the occasion, although I greatly regretted him not wearing either a crop top or his jacket. I loved that coat. We talked for hours, and afterwards, we went down to the boardwalk. He dragged me into the haunted house, chuckling whenever I got scared and held on to him tightly. We went on the rollercoaster, the ferris-wheel - obviously we kissed when we got stuck at the top. It had been a great night. Absolutely fantastic.

With a pained sigh, I realised what had happened. Markos' bike had been messed with. He had it parked outside the boardwalk as usual, but when we got on to go back to the cave, he mentioned that the bike felt different. That something was off. He even got off to check if he could find what was wrong, but he couldn't. Even so, he made me wear a helmet, just to be sure. Last night , I laughed at the idea - I trust him with my life, and I knew he would get me home safely.

But now, I am glad he forced me to wear that helmet. If I hadn't worn it, I am certain I would have been in a coffin right now. Once we took off, Marko decided to keep to the main roads, still not fully trusting his bike. We were lucky that he did because the second he hit 20 miles an hour, he lost control. The bike swerved, falling over. Marko, with his vampire speed, managed to get away with hardly a scratch. I, however, human that I am, got trapped under the bike. As the bike shoved over the ground for another couple of feet, I got dragged along. Both my legs were completely open, gravel sticking to the bloody skin. I could hardly breathe with the weight of the bike on top of me. Marko quickly lifted the bike up, pushing it aside. When he tried to help me up, I broke down in tears crying out in pain. It hurt so much, I couldn't move.

"Let me see, hon," he said, carefully laying me back on the ground. He gently lifted my shirt, hissing quietly as he saw the damage. "They're bruised," he said softly as he lowered my shirt. "Broken, perhaps. I need to call an ambulance. I'll be right back."

He pressed a soft kiss on my lips before rushing off to the phone cell, a block away. He returned quickly as promised, and he spent the whole night with me. Keeping me company, holding me when the doctors and nurses performed their examinations. By morning, however, he had no choice but to leave. As much as I didn't want him to go, I didn't want to find my mate burned to crisp.

During the day, I got a visit from my roommate, who brought along some books that had been on my tbr. Nurses came and went, and I spent most of the day in and out of consciousness, loving the moments of sleep since they brought along a moment of peace.

I was asleep, when Marko entered my room that evening. "Your friend needs their rest, so we gave them some sleeping medicine," one of the nurses told him. "But they might still benefit from you being here with them, you know. Knowing someone's there to take care of you is also very beneficial for the healing process."

Marko nodded, holding my hand as he watched me sleep. His eyes landed on my tbr pile. He hated reading, never really found a point to it - but he knew how much I loved it. And he knew how much I loved hearing his voice. So, he grabbed the very first book he could find, and he began to read.

"In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort."

He read, further and further into the story. His voice was smooth and calming, and I slowly found myself waking up. The more he read, the more he got into the story. He began to give specific voices to the characters. Even without him telling me, I could hear when it was Bilbo or Gandalf speaking. As I woke up fully, I looked at him with a soft smile.

"Hey, how're you feeling?"

I grimaced slightly. "Tired, if you can believe it. And in pain."

"I'm so sorry this happened, babe."

"No, no, this is not on you - or me for that matter. Someone messed with your bike. I'm just glad you got me to wear that helmet."

"Me too," he was about to close the book, but refrained from doing so upon seeing my face. "You want me to continue?"

"As long as you don't mind?" I asked, moving a bit so he could lay down next to me on the bed. "It keeps my mind off of this -" I motioned to my body, "and I like how you tell the story."

"This is just a ploy so you can get me to read your favourite books."

"No, but if this is what it takes, then I don't mind," I teased, smiling as he continued to read to me.

#the lost boys #marko #david #paul #tlb #dwayne #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #the lost boys x reader #lost boys

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whatsk-poppinhomies · 10 months

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Pairing : college!ex-boyfriend!Han Jisung x F!Reader TW : MORE angst ; jealous Jisung ; fluffy ending though ; kind of suggestive ; Word Count : 1.2k Request : Anonny : OMG COLLEGE JISUNG WAS PAINFUL! You did such a great job with that one line he said outside the party. If requests are open, can I request an update on what happened during that week or after graduation? Nothing to be written out. I'm just so curious to know what happened to them! A/N : I know you said it doesn't have to be written out but I'm gonna write it out because my brain has way more to say than just a couple sentences!! I hope you enjoy!!

Roommates. It was weird for him. After 4 years of being so close to you, he had been bumped down to nothing but a roommate, and not even a roommate that you enjoyed living with. You avoided him at every turn, you didn’t talk to him, you didn’t even look at him.

Mornings where he’d wake up beside you, nuzzling his face into your neck as his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, tired giggles filling the room as you unsuccessfully tried to move away from him… they were gone. He missed you, he missed every single moment that he used to share with you.

Soft kitchen kisses when you’d both stand in the kitchen making breakfast, your eyes barely opened as you almost burnt the pancakes and bacon. Quiet yawns as his arms held onto you, your body leaning back against him as you almost fell asleep in the comfort of his hold.

He had been demoted to the couch, and while he found some sort of bittersweet happiness in the scent of you that clung to the cushions, it wasn’t you. The sofa was cold without you beside him, he could barely even sleep, his eyes refusing to close completely knowing that you were there, you were so close but so far away. He hated it, he hated that he had caused this, and he feared that there was no way to go back.

3 days until graduation and you were going out more often, something that Jisung wasn’t used to happening. It almost felt like you were doing it just to escape him. You didn’t like leaving the house, and it’s not like you were going shopping, you would always come back empty handed with the biggest smile on your face.

It was a smile that he was familiar with, the same kind of smile you’d wear whenever you’d go on dates together, whenever you’d so much as see him on campus. You were happy to see him… And now it seemed like you were happy to be seeing someone else.

His phone went crazy with notifications about the parties that were happening every single night almost, leading up to graduation. He ignored all of them. Parties weren’t his thing… not anymore. The thought of being surrounded by so many people made his skin crawl, being surrounded by the people that he had tried so hard to impress… And he still couldn’t figure out for himself why their thoughts mattered so damn much.

Friends… If they were really his friends they would have respected you… No… They weren’t his friends, they just liked having him around. He was the life of the party somehow, and even that didn’t make sense to him. He hated being around so many people… Why did he do it? What was so important about being popular? He wouldn’t know these people once these next 3 days are over. The only person he wanted to take with him once college was over was you, and you didn’t want that… You didn’t want him anymore.

1 day left until graduation, everyone was so excited, but he was terrified. Today would be the last day he got to actually be with you, to spend with you… And of course you were out again. Who the hell were you out with? Who had you going out so much? Who had gotten your attention like this and stolen you away from him?

You walked through the front door, once again bagless, showing him that you still weren’t shopping. He could see on your face, you were flustered, he knew that look quite well, he had made you look like that many times. You were giggly and giddy and when you shut the door behind you, you leaned against it, letting out the cutest little sigh. Is that how you reacted when you’d come back home after dates with him?

A date? A date?! That’s the only thing that made sense to him, and now he was… upset… he was jealous… he was pissed. “Yah!” He shouted, jumping up off the couch and storming over to you, his hand landing against the door right next to your head, caging you between him and the door. “Where were you? Huh!? What have you been doing? Who are you going out with?!”

Your little smile quickly fell when he was right in front of you and he hated that you seemed to be drained of all emotion when he was close to you. “It’s none of your business, Jisung.” You muttered, trying to duck under his arm, but he moved closer, pressing his chest against yours and pinning you there. “What are you doing?” You grunted, trying to push against him, but he wasn’t budging, his muscles flexing as he kept himself steady.

“I can’t fucking take it! It’s driving me bat shit crazy, and I hate seeing you happy if it’s not with me.” You rolled your eyes and his fist came down against the door with agitation. “Who are you going out with?! I’ll kick his ass, I swear to god!” He screeched, his head falling forward, his forehead resting against yours as he breathed heavily. “Who is it…? Just tell me, please… Are we really done?”

“You’re being ridiculous.” You mumbled, tilting your head away from him. “Don’t you have parties to attend? I’m sure everyone misses you.” You tried to push against him again, but he refused to move, his hands moving from the door to grip your hips, his head falling to your shoulder as he shuddered with quiet sobs.

“I don’t care who misses me… I want you to miss me… I miss you.” He whispered, desperately kissing along your shoulder, wanting you to feel something, wanting you to want him. “Fuck the parties… I want you… I just want you. Fuck, I miss you so fucking much!” He nibbled lightly on your neck, and he was more proud than he’d like to admit when you tilted your head to the side, a soft gasp leaving your lips. “Tell me who he is… Please, baby… Just tell me… Is he better than me?”

Your hands moved to his hair, your fingers tangling in it as you gently pulled him back, but the feeling of it had him moaning softly. “Are you jealous?” You cooed, a small smirk playing on your lips, and he didn’t even care how smug you were right now. He was jealous, and he nodded quickly. “I was with my mom… We’re getting things set up for when I move back in with her.”

He couldn’t help but stare blankly at you, blinking rapidly as his mouth fell open, and then your words sank in and his lips were latching back onto your neck, kissing and sucking against your skin ruthlessly before moving up to your lips, his teeth sinking into your bottom lip. “Why… Why did you look so happy? Why were you giggling? Hmm?” He questioned through heavy breaths, and you snorted softly as you cupped his cheeks.

“Because I know how you get… I knew you’d get jealous…” You teased, squishing his cheeks before kissing him once more. “It worked, and now you know how I felt at the party… Well, before you insulted me… Which I’m still pissed about by the way.”

“I’m sorry!” He shouted quickly, his bottom lip jutted out as his eyes widened. “We’re… We’re not done though… Are we? I don’t even want to party… I just want you.” His fingers were gripping your shirt so tight, the fabric balled up in his palms as he stepped back, leading you to the couch. “I want to spend my life with you… Every second of every day… Please…”

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sweeethinny · 2 years

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A New Friend

read here or on AO3 For my best cat friend, Apolo <3

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Lily was lying on the couch in the living room, tired and almost asleep, when she heard someone try to open the door.

She was scared, James was on a mission and she was alone. And pregnant.

Quickly she grabbed her wand, walking to the door and trying to see through the peephole who was there, but there was nothing, even though the lock continued to move as if someone was trying to open it.

It had rained and it was cold, everything was dark outside, and if it was a Death Eater, Lily needed to prepare herself for the door to explode and she would try in the slightest to protect herself, but maybe she couldn't, because her belly was starting to hamper her art of defense.

She opened the door slowly, away and hidden, with just a wave of her wand… No hooded man entered, no spell cut her room in half, nothing. Only one cat, a little fat, white with caramel spots, crooked tail and pale eyes, entered her house as if he owned it, meowing loudly and looking at her with indignation, all wet and looking hungry.

There was no collar and no identification on it.

Lily closed the door and walked over to the cat (who seemed willing to adopt her as his new owner) who rubbed himself against her legs and hands and meowed even louder.

Well… Lily and James now had a cat by the looks of it.

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I had a cat. well, it wasn't *my* cat, but i call it mine. I met him the day after the first uni party I went to, and while I was having an anxiety attack, he lay with me in my bed and kept me company. he wasn't mine, obviously, but he stayed with me all weekend, until I found his owner. but he continued to come to my house. he slept with me, lay on top of my computer when he wanted attention, opened the door to my house (yes), argued with us whenever we denied him a meal, slept next to me during my therapy, stayed in the middle of my roommate and her girlfriend when they lay together demanding attention, and just loved sleeping on my legs and belly. he stayed with us while my friend was vomiting in the bathroom, sitting in front of the door as if to say ''don't worry, I'm here'' and throughout the night that followed, while she was sick, he lay with me and stayed there. the next day when i needed to go out he lay with her because he was a cat who hated cuddles but seemed to know when his humans needed help. I looked for him on the street when he ran away, we bought him food, we took care of him every time he was here, I felt some embarrassment because of him and his habit of going up to super high places and then not being able to come down... he was my best friend, and I didn't even like cats. but unfortunately, the cat that wasn't mine, disappeared two weeks ago and never came back; I still wait for him at my window and for him to open the door to our house, but he never comes. so, to immortalize him in a way, I gave him the family he deserves, because I know he would help Lily as much as he helped us in seven months.

With all my love, a love I didn't even know I could have for a cat, I hope that wherever he is (dead or alive) Apolo knows that I love him and that I wanted one last time to fill him with kisses and hugs until he fights with me. ps: the first time we met was exactly like this; I was sleeping after the party when someone tried to open the door, I freaked out, and when I opened the door, he walked in. yes, he was a cat that opened doors.

#jily #james x lily #short fic #for my best cat friend #i luv u Popo <3 #my fic

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kaeyahiya · 1 year

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SFW Kaveh Headcanon

bc he is upcoming babygirl of the month whom I adore

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Pairing: None technically

Warning: Mentions of him being shipped with Al-Haitham (my bad sorry) and use of strong language

Word count: 362

Authors note: Please enjoy my stream of consciousness that just sorta came out whenever I think about this man. I'm literally so in love with him and his boyfriend roommate, it's not even funny.

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Kaveh will look Alhaithm up and down before he leaves the house

There was an incident one time where he left the house looking like a mess

Kaveh has standards and refuse to have people around him looking sloppy

This man you can trust to be like "Your legs do look amazing in that but it's ugly so.. no change."

When you first get to know him this may seem harsh in the way he criticizes your looks but that's just how he is

It's out of love and endearment

However if Al-Haitham says anything he will disagree with him no matter what his opinion is

Those two get mistaken for lovers with how often the bicker I swear. It bring the "and they were roommate-""oh my god they were roommate" troupe to the next fucking level

Off topic sorry

Anyway

Kaveh has a strong work ethic

He gets really invested into the projects he works on

Sometimes it's all he can talk about

Kaveh is an avid drink but also a tea connoisseur

He used to drink coffee but it reminds him too much of his Akademiya days, working 72 hour days on projects with no sleep

Speaking of sleep

For the first month of living with Alhaitham he had to share a bed with him and he absolutely hates the sheets

Threw a fit about it every night

"Why do your sheets feel like a child made them?! Why do you subject yourself to this?

"Why don't you move out then!!!"

He also needs at least 8 hours of sleep, he claims it's for his beauty rest

Despite being a scholar of the Akademiya, he's seeks a lot of pleasure in aesthetics and vanity

AKA he spends hours getting ready in the morning

Despite that he is normally the first one to show up for anything

A party, he'll help whoever is throwing it set up

A meeting, extra time to make his plans look pretty

You name it Kaveh will be there first

All around I think he's good at what he does, and though he does tend to brag at bit that what makes him babygirl himself

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Just a reminder my asks are open once again, please send me some requests if you want 🧍🏻‍♂️

#genshin impact #kaveh headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #my writing #genshin impact kaveh #kavehaitham #slightly???#it's mentioned okay

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jocy-diaries · 2 years

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07-10-2022

Day Nineteen: Florence

So we had DnD early this morning and I'm coming to terms with the fact that when that happens, I just sleep all day until 12. I hate it, but it's four for four now. It's also making me realize how restricted my schedule is because of DnD. Like at home it makes sense because I don't go anywhere at night. But here I could have gone to the clubs or something. And the game was weeeeird. We got our two new characters and one of them is weeeeird. But the players are having fun so I can't argue much. I feel bad because everyday that I have DnD now since it's so early in the morning I grumble to myself 'How many more times do I have to do this??' And it takes me a whole hour to get truly awake.

I had the weirdest dream today too. I was in a pseudo cult? Like everyone around me was in it so you literally couldn't exist without being in the cult and joining on in their conversations, so i did. I ended up being part of one gang that was Dumplings (fuck the empenadas gang) and you couldn't touch the person's leg, it was an offensive gesture to be reprimanded through service and labor. But ohmygod one of the leaders did this gross experiment where the 'prophecy' said that a dog would be cut open, we would drink it's blood, and then it would be brought back to life. He did it with a toy dog and brought out a mixed drink for all of us to drink. I asked about bringing the toy dog back to life but he ignored me. There were also these *delicious* chocolate crepes. And I had bought a house but kept it mostly empty and my bus driver gave me shit about it because he knew I had bought it under a pseudonym and my neighbors wanted to be nice and throw me a housewarming party IN MY HOUSE so they broke in and did that. Freaking ridiculous.

Bro I'm hungry. I kinda wanna be home so I could just. Drive or get Doordash whenever I wanted instead of walking through the hot sun. Summer is just Not the tome to travel to new places. I think I'll do all of my exploration in Spring and Autumn from now on. It's so hot and I hate it cuz it makes me not wanna go anywhere.

It's so funny. We had a whole discussion last night about how we wished we were rich, and then the one rich girl said she wishes she was rich too and it's like. Bruh. You work for your dad's insurance firm for fun and ask them for money whenever you run out and your boyfriends buy you whatever you want and when we talk about a place you say "My parents parents a condo there" like bro. You ARE. Anyhow, I may be petty. Realizing that 13 year Olds and 21 year Olds are doing this trip means that they're probably having their parents pay for it while I'm here working myself and paying for this trip. It makes me feel a bit. Lesser. And of course I don't like that. Plus they're all so pretty and I can't be without my makeup which doesn't help.

We were supposed to go to the place where they shot Call Me By Your Name today but everyone woke up too late and was too tired. And I hurried to dress up and everything lol My back really hurts from yesterday though. Too many rock hits. And too much bad swimming. I did wash my hair in a very loose natural way though, so I hope it's okay. And it was really just letting water run through it instead of fully washing it with shampoo. I hope that's okay. I'm also realizing that the skin on my legs is weird... No matter how much Lotion I put on it it's never soft and supple. It's always stretchy and taugh, fish like. Or burn victim like. I don't like it. Especially with all the dark Strawberry legs dots.

I'm following a lot of the people here on Instagram now so I'm gonna have to set some privacy sorry reels lol And I have so many stories to get through... And stuff to send my parents too! Goodness it's a lot. And I'm so hungry.

One thing that annoys me about my roommates (and I know they're not on Tumblr so I can bitch) is that they really only cook for themselves, even when we have guests that they cook for themselves only and eat by themselves only. I had to ask our guest if she wanted to go out to eat since they didn't bother asking her, and mid way through us deciding where we would eat she interrupted to ask about the tickets for the trip they'd be taking. I usually don't like her type. And I can't be sure I entirely do. But I also can't help but be in awe of her a little. I walked our guest to the bus station afterwards and went shopping. I don't think I'll be going with them to the island trip though. I'll be on my period so it wouldn't be fun for me. I will keep it to go with my friend later~ ;)

#dear diary #july 2022 #travel #italy 2022 #florence #07.10.2022

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howdoesagrapewrites · 3 years

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All yours, Babooshka.

Tags: Yelena x fem!reader, soulmate!au, fluff with a bit of angts, historically completely incorrect, happy ending.

TW: depiction of war, brief mention of sex, homophobic slur a few times, suicide.

Synopsis: War is no place for loving, it never was, but maybe you could love her again in the 21 Century, i mean, only if you could stop feeling so overwhelmed by her only existence, but no matter what, you can't stop something that's meant to be.

Notes: one, i don't like the part 4, it just feels lazy to me, and two, i'm not a native, so please tell me if i made a mistake <3

Part one: When she was beautiful.

Yelena Armanovna, as strong as ten soldiers, the jewel of the battlefield, once was just a kid, her land was destroyed by the war, and as the only child of the house, she was forced to join the army, or else die there, she became a soldier, and she desired that the war wasn't real, that she hadn't being born into this world, that no one had.

Everyone knew that she didn't talk a lot, most of their fellow soldiers didn't even knew where she came from, or if she was even from Russia, the only one she talked to was a nurse, her name was y/n y/ln, and like Yelena, no one knew about her origin, the nurse was way more talkative than Yelena, but she was assigned to other areas, staying with older soldiers, child soldiers, or severely injured soldiers, she was called by the child soldiers "angel", because of her comforting aura in hard times like those.

These women wouldn't be able to meet eachother if it wasn't for the near-death experience Yelena faced one time. She got shot by a hidden enemy, fainted from the blood loss and was taken to the nursery right away, they couldn't afford to lose her. That's when you saw the look in her eyes, that look, and you knew that death was upon the jewel of the battlefield, and you knew that if she died, everyone else will die, you tried as hard as you could to stay cool during the surgery, but you were breaking, because of all the hope that was layed on her shoulders, she was the hope of everyone else in that place to return home someday, even if Russia didn't won the war, her strenght will keep a few alive. So there you were, assisting the surgery of the one that could do something to keep everybody safe and triying to act like it didn't meant a thing. At the end, she survived, and with her, the dreams of returning to your home, you were the one assigned to take care of her, and you were going to make sure Yelena survived.

Part two: Uncanny how she remind her of her little lady.

—"¿Yelena Armanovna?" You asked to the blonde girl laying on the bed.

"Yes" she answered without taking her deep eyes out of the book.

You told her that it was your bed she was in, pointing at your last name on the post-it next to the bed, then showing her the same mark on the bed across the room where it said: "J. Armanovna".

"Ah, i hate when they misspeal it, it's Yelena with a "Y". Well, sorry, but this is the only bed i can sleep in, i'm kinda tall, you can use mine, i will give you a cookie for your kindness." She concluded with a little smile, you notices how her voice was way sweeter than you could think considering how menacing her looks were.

At the end you decided to let her keep the bed, thinking it wouldn't mean anything, how wrong you were, now you could look at her sleeping without moving from the bed, and you did it, you thought it was so creepy and you wanted to stop, but you couldn't, why? Why were you obsessed with the sight of her closed eyes and dry lips at night? Why did she gave you this insane feeling of comfort and loss at the same time? It was so uncanny.

No matter how weird It felt, you couldn't escape from Yelena, she was your roommate, and your classmate in some of your classes, on top of that, she was quite nice, a very smart lady with a pleasent personality, so you had no excuse to be mean or distant whenever she asked about your day, or started a small talk when the professor was late. Along with that sort-of friendship, you also knew Yelena's group; a beautiful girl with raven hair named Pieck, a blonde sarcastic man named Zeke, sometimes his brother Eren, and Hanji, a very excentric and funny person. These people were good friends to you, more than you expected, and that confirmed you: there was nothing wrong about Yelena, and you had no reason to be disturbed by her… Well, to be honest, there it was a little thing that made you upset, Pieck said that Yelena liked Zeke, again, you had no reason to be mad, but you were anyway. Why did you felt so attached to this lady? Why did you did what you did?

It was 2:00 am, you couldn't sleep and you were so ashamed of being doing what that thing, what thing? Writing a love letter, a love letter to Yelena, with a pseudonym, with the first word that popped into your head: "Babooshka". You put perfume on the paper, and you signed it under that name, a scented letter, when you were finished, you let the envelope under your bed, and let it on Yelena's locker.

Part three: How she was before the tears.

She woke up, feeling dazed and almost disappointed for being alive, when Yelena saw you, she recognized you for the stories of her colleagues, "Angel?" She guessed.

"Hello", you smiled and giggle a bit for that nickname, "My name is y/n y/ln, and i will take care of you until you are better"

"If i'm with you means i'm already dead, you only take care of the ones that are almost there." Yelena asserted with a careless attitude.

You wanted to protest, but it was meaningless, you wouldn't make her upset in her state, "May i ask how is your wound feeling? Are you in pain?" You kept that polite and sweet smile on your face.

You kept taking care of Yelena, she healed way too soon, her body wanted to stay alive, but you couldn't say the same thing about her. You got to meet the real jewel of the battlefield, she told you her story, and you told her yours, you two knew everything about eachother, likes, dislikes, and sad pasts. You noticed how Yelena cried softly whenever she thought about her life before, her life before the tears, before the war, when she felt happy. And you also noticed that you could erase that tears, the touch between your soft hands and her ser face, was something magical, something that nobody could understand in that moment, but you two? You knew everything about it, about that love touch, those secret beautiful instants you shared.

You were the one crying when Yelena got better, you were joyful for her recovery, but you knew that she had to go, and after that, you were going to lose her forever, or so you thought. "We can send eachother letters, and we can meet at night." She reassured you while you were laying on her chest, skin to skin, she kissed your forehead and caressed your cheeks with her strong and graceful hands, you purred at her cuddled your body in hers, you liked to kiss her scars, she had so many, it showed how determined she was on the battle and you liked that, the eyes and body of a soldier, and the heart of a suave lover, Yelena was always elegant, her movements could been rough and beastily, but she was soft and neat, whether i'll be fighting, talking, or embracing you. You could say with pride that only you knew this side of Yelena Armanovna, the subtle dominance she always established on her manner mixed with the chivalry and dulcet, that made the blonde woman truly enticing and amusing to anyone with enough luck to discover it.

You knew that your letters to Yelena couldn't be too suspicious, so you took advantage of the fact that no one knew a thing about her, "Babooshka", was the pseudonym you choose, because everyone was going to think that it was from Yelena's grandmother.

Your first letter to her, was this one:

"My dearest Yelena, even though i promised that i wouldn't miss you too much, you have been away for three days and i'm already feeling the lack of your touch, and missing your dark eyes that make me shiver every time. I always thought that i would die without having loved, but you prove me wrong, i love you, i love every part of you, if i could picture perfection, it would be you, your laugh, your hair, the way you talk about home, everything about you would fit the word "perfect".

I swear to God and every star on the sky, that someday i will marry you, someday i will call you my wife, and you will be fully mine, and i will be fully yours. I know that you may think i'm silly because of this wish, but i know in my guts that i will become your wife, no matter how many years or Centuries i have to wait to do it.

All yours, Babooshka."

When Yelena read the letter, she felt nothing but joy, she couldn't use words to describe how in love she was with everyone of your words, and giggled at the idea of marriage, of course she would marry you, she would marry you all the times that she could, she will make you hers every time, and she would submit herself to you every time.

The two lovers kept sending and receiving love letters, and meeting at the comfort and hacen of the night, with only starts and the moon herself as a witness, sharing the intimacy of loving, not always touching two bodies, but the touch of two souls, two tormented souls who found love in a hopeless place.

It has been almost a year since the letters and secret meetings started to happen, Yelena and y/n couldn't be more in love, but tragedy was upon them. A soldier named Floch, started to notice the letters, and one day, he intercepted one, the love words were obviously not from Yelena's grandmother, and with fear of the jewel of the battlefield getting courted by a man who could get her pregnant and useless, this soldier tried to trace the letters, he spend days getting up triying to catch the mailman, and when he did it, he noticed that there wasn't an adress, so it must have been another soldier. After waiting for the guilty one to put the letter on the mail box, he saw y/n y/ln, the nurse, the angel, being a witness of how Satán corrupted the two women into a sapphic relationship, he ran into his superior's arms, showing him the evidence and warning him that given the nature of the letters, he may be grossed out by the devil's pervertion in the two women.

The superior gave orders of keeping Armanovna here, and taking the nurse away, into a convertion field.

Yelena was lucky to hear it, and she ran the fastest that she could into the critical patients nursery, where Y/N was. "Babooshka", she whispered at your ear while grabbing your arm yo take you away, you followed her into the woods. "What happened?" You asked with confution, you saw the look of pure fear un Yelena's eyes.

"They are going to tear us apart, they are are going to take you away, they will torture you there", she was ay the edge of crying, and so did you.

"What can we do?" You couldn't think anything, you were all feelings

"Die, that's our only option, if we run away they will find anyway." The tall one tried to stay calm, failing

"You can't die, you mean hope for everyone!" Your conscience was heavy, you couldn't let Yelena die for you

"Y/n… You are the love of my life, if they take you away, i will kill myself anyway, i can't live without you, i can't just survive anymore, i need to live, when i'm with you i'm alive." Yelena wrapped you in a hug and you felt the tears falling on her face.

At the end, you agreed, Yelena already had a little bottle hidden in her uniform, you both took sips until the bottle was empty, and you kissed and felt eachother like never before, because it was the last time, those were your last hours of life. You passed away after two hours, you were sleeping in Yelena's arms, while she was singing a lullaby from her hometown.

She started with a cracked voice; "I know i do not have silver or gold like many others,

but i promise that i will wrap my bride in silk" she stopped to cry a little.

"and i will love her with such depht,

that all my lacks she will forget,

and she will love until the end… "

Yelena cried louder, and before falling asleep, and looked at your corpse with adoration.

I'm all yours, Babooshka.

Part four: Babooshka

She woke up, ready for the exams, dressed with her usual suit, and put a lucky charm on her pocket.

She was getting to class when she remembered, "my lucky pen is in my locker", so she went to get it, and saw a letter that fell sloppylly on her perfectly organized locker. She looked at the envelope and read "Babooshka", It clearly wasn't from her grandmother, one, because she would have written in "the tongue of mother Russia", two, because she was a bitter old woman that didn't write her, never, not even on her birthday, and three, because it was on her locker, not the mailbox. She opened it go find a love letter that has essence of a known perfume, she received the letter with a strange delight, smelling it and making a place on her locker for the piece of paper.

These letters came one by one every week, and she knew they were from y/n, but Yelena couldn't help to love the letters, and she wanted to keep collecting more and more.

She decided to shoot her shot after two months, when you two were studying together, she kissed your lips out of nowhere, leaving you completely confused and flustered.

"I- i thought you liked Zeke…"

"Oh, i did" Yelena acted so shamelessly "But then you came."

"Do you say that a lot?" You asked annoying trying to shield from your notorious blush

"No, just you, Babooshka. I don't know why, but you make me fee… alive? I feel so close to you since i saw you."

You didn't know what to do, you felt the same way, and you were way too nervous to think a witty reprise.

"Why did you choose the pseudonym Babooshka?" Yelena have been wanting to ask you for a long time.

"For real? I don't know, it just, familiar? I guess"

"Ok, then" she smiled and pulled you closer

"I'm all yours, Babooshka."

#yelena headcanons #yelena #yelena aot #yelena x reader #yelena snk #yelena supremacy #yelena fanfic #aot fanfiction #babooshka #Babooshka songfic

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rebeccccccaaa · 3 years

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ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ɴᴇʀᴅ ⓟⓐⓡⓣ ①

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ғʀᴀᴛʙᴏʏ!ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x sʜʏ-ɪsʜ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀᴜ

(ɪɴᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇᴅ ɪ ɢᴜᴇss)

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: (two part series!) You’re starting to struggle in class and decide to ask your professor for some tutoring or extra classes to boost your grade. He ends up assigning the last person you’d expect to tutor you. (is it really a surprise though?)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: none in this chapter ;)

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 𝟸.𝟸ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅs (sᴏʀʀʏ ɪᴛ’s ᴋɪɴ��ᴀ ʟᴏɴɢ)

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You stare at your work for what seems like hours before deciding to glance at the clock only to find it’s been 20 mins. This subject was never your strong suit but in order to earn your desired degree, you had to take this class. You’d been putting it off for some time but it’s just better to get it over with then struggle right before graduation. So here you are sitting and staring at the work that just doesn’t seem to make sense.

By the time your professor released the class for the day, you’d barely even lifted your pen from the table.

“Y/n, could I speak to you for a minute?” your professor said, “James, if you could stay as well.”

“What’s up, professor?” Bucky flashed a cheeky smile. The bastard has always been charming since you saw him and especially taking a couple classes with him too. A huge player too of course. I mean what’s a frat boy without getting laid after every party they throw.

“Lemme speak to you first,” he gestured to you, “how is the assignment going?”

You were a bit embarrassed to admit that you were struggling a lot especially in front of Bucky. He’s actually a pretty nice person but not really being a super social one yourself, he tends to intimidate you along with the rest of his friends more than you’d like to admit.

“Well if I’m being honest, I can’t seem to grasp onto the material. I’m really trying but I just can’t,” you practically whispered.

You didn’t want to but you took a quick glance at Bucky to see what he was probably thinking but thankfully he was on his phone; probably giving you as much privacy as he could.

“Well is there anything you like me to do to help in understanding the material? Maybe a tutor?”

“Yes, that would probably be beneficial,” you chuckled.

“Perfect, because James here is one the best students I’ve had,” ok kinda backhanded.

Bucky’s head shot up when he heard his name and quickly put his phone away averted his attention to the professor.

“Right James?”

“Hmm?”

“James here has a 97% in the class. He’s got the highest grade of all my classes,” the professor seemed like a proud father to him. Bucky merely just shook his head, getting really shy almost. Bucky, shy? Weird.

“I don’t think that’s true,” he murmured.

“Nope, 100% true. Your teachers and I talk a lot about you. You’re very gifted, James,” James looked at you completely embarrassed. You stood with wide eyes because you didn’t think frat boys actually took their studies seriously. They’re usually up late with all the parties they throw every weekend and some of them are so indulged into their sports that they probably didn’t have time to get A’s in their classes.

“So what do you say, Y/n? Willing to let him tutor you?”

“I mean if he has time and wants to, I’d be very appreciative of it.”

“Yeah I guess I can,” he smiled.

“Thank you, and thank you too, Professor.”

“Looking forward to that assignment, Y/n. Now scram, kids.”

“Hey thanks for-”

“You can’t tell anyone that I'm tutoring you,” he cut you off, not in a mean way, just panicked.

“Oh ok.”

“I mean it. Look it was already hard getting into the frat house and now being head of house, it’ll be embarrassing if they found out I’m a nerd.”

“What’s so bad about being a nerd?”

“I don’t know. It’s like an unspoken rule I guess.”

“What a nerd,” you joked.

“Whatever,” he chuckled, “So your place or mine?”

“Huh?” you questioned.

“For tutoring? Do you want me to come over?”

“Oh I thought we would do that in the library or something,” you responded.

“I mean we can, I just didn’t know what time and the library closes pretty early.”

“You can come over. I’ll ask my roommate if it’s ok.”

“Ok, let me get your number so we can coordinate.”

“Ok, thanks again, Tom.”

“Yeah, no problem,” he smiled back.

+++

“Girl what are you getting yourself into?” your roommate, Natasha questioned.

“What do you mean?”

“Buck is gonna tutor you? I’m pretty sure he knows jack shit about what is going on in that class.” Right, no one knows he’s practically a genius.

“I don’t know. My professor said he could help me so I’m gonna give it a shot. He can’t stupider than me, especially with this subject.”

“Ok,” she mocked.

“But if he tries anything let me know,” she warned.

“Why would he try anything?” you asked, confused about the sudden subject change.

“Y/n, Bucky is a huge player. He’s hooked up with like more than half the girls in the sorority houses. Hell, even I hooked up with him.”

“Oh my god, what!”

“It was last year when I was in a house. I hated it so I moved out this year. Still friends with Wanda though. You’d like her.”

“Ok well I don’t think he will, I mean look at me.”

“What?”

You hesitated because you weren’t the most confident person. There was nothing wrong with you but there also wasn’t anything special. You were barely a social person let alone some who could easily pursue a relationship or even a hook up.

“I think you’re hot, but something tells me you think otherwise,” Nat said.

“I don’t wanna get into it but just know you won’t have to worry about anything happening.”

You texted Bucky that he could come over whenever he was available and about 30 mins later he was knocking on your door ready to help you with the assignment.

+++

Obviously nothing happened that night, or the night after, or the night after. Or the next four weeks after. Bucky was actually helping you understand the material a lot better. You were still a bit confused but not as much as before. During your sessions you were beginning to learn a lot more things about Bucky like how his childhood best friend Steve Rogers was also a member in the house; and also knows about his prodigy brain.

“How’s the tutoring going?” Steve asked walking into the kitchen where you and Bucky were doing work.

“Good I guess,” you responded.

“Well I’ll uh, leave you two be.”

He didn’t in fact leave but instead start gesturing quite aggressively to ask you more questions to get to know you better. See what you didn’t know was that Bucky had taken even more of a liking to you since starting your study sessions together. He never pursued anything because he didn’t want to scare you and definitely didn’t want you to think that he was taking advantage of the situation you guys were in; you know being your tutor and all.

Sure Bucky was kind of a player but the rumors of sleeping with another girl at every party every weekend wasn’t totally true. He hooked up with a couple girls but he wasn’t a sex addict. And he definitely didn’t leave them high and dry. He would usually meet up with the girls but they didn’t seem to want anything more than a one night stand.

He sort of gave up on finding a relationship and soon after altogether stopped having sex, especially at their parties the boys host every weekend. He definitely wasn’t waiting until marriage but he didn’t want to feel used anymore because that was seemingly the case after each ‘hook-up’ that happened.

When Bucky first saw you in class, he truly thought you the most beautiful girl ever. He quickly caught on to the fact that you were not a social person; you weren’t exactly shy but definitely didn’t initiate conversation. You always kept to yourself in the back of each classroom and quietly did your work. Bucky goddamn fell head over heels for you.

But you two never talked.

Every chance he got to initiate some sort of conversation was quickly taken away whether it’d be the end of class time where you’d briskly leave the classroom to attend your next lecture, or the boys in his house would meet up with him completely interfering with his window to talk to you. And it’s not like you ever went to any of the frat parties.

So he continued to chase you all the while having absolutely no idea one of the most well known and well liked frat boys at the university having this massive giant enormous fat crush on you. And to top it off, now that he’s certainly got all the time in the world to finally get to know you, he freezes up and can only seem to answer your questions… about school.

You didn’t take Bucky to be such an awkward guy. You definitely didn’t think with all the girls that are constantly after him and how charismatic he seemed he would actually be super quiet awkward after the initial ‘Hey, what’s up!’.

You grew a liking to him though because he wasn’t annoying. The majority of guys in the house were pretty loud and obnoxious whenever you got the chance to hear them usually while you were studying in Bucky’s room because again, no one really knew how much of a nerd he really was. But you never actually met the rest of the boys. You’d always managed to sneak out to avoid confrontation about why you're even there.

Speaking of loud and obnoxious frat boys.

“Hey hey hey!” they walked in.

Immediately you and Bucky grabbed all the papers and threw them in your backpack while Steve went out to hopefully stall the boys from coming into the kitchen like they always did after football practice.

As soon as the last paper went inside your bag, the boys walked past Steve into the kitchen to find you and Bucky standing there awkwardly.

“Who’s this?” Tony asked.

“This is a girl in my class, Y/n.”

“Whatcha doing here?”

“She’s tutoring me,” Bucky quickly lied. Ironically.

“Oh man, dude,” one of the boys laughed.

“Well we’ll be out of your hair. Good luck, Bucky and don’t annoy her.”

“We’ll be in my room studying you guys are fine,” Bucky grabbed your arm and took upstairs to his room.

“So they’re fine with you being tutored but not tutoring?” you asked in a mocking tone.

“It’s a weird rule but also a lot of the guys downstairs get tutored too. Like Vis, and Thor, oh Thor. Loki does too and Steve. But if I’m being honest, I do in fact think Bruce and Tony are science nerds. But Tony sleeps around enough to distract from it, not Bruce so much but he’s pretty quiet.”

“Ugh, boys.”

“Anyways, shall we continue?” he chuckled.

“I guess, yeah.”

After about an hour in his room, you ended up leaning out of studying and more into talking and getting to know each other; properly this time.

“And yeah, that’s how my sister’s pants exploded.”

“That’s hilarious.”

There was a moment of silence between you two before it got too awkward and you spoke out.

“I should probably get going.”

“Do you need a ride?”

“I can call a cab. It’s fi-”

“Nonsense,” he interrupted, “I’ll drive you. It’s not a big deal.”

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“Yeah. It’s totally fine.”

You told Bucky your address to your apartment and remained in silence during the majority of the car ride.

“You know I never striked you as a quiet person,” you broke the silence.

“What? I’m not a quiet person.”

“Yes you are. Everytime we have a study session it’s usually silent until I have to ask you a question about something.”

“Well, it’s not my intention to be so awkward around you.”

“Why are you?” you asked him.

“I don’t know,” then it got quiet again.

You arrived at your apartment and unclicked your seatbelt. You turned to Bucky to say goodbye and realized how close you two were. Admittedly you didn’t mind too much; what you didn’t expect was for Bucky to in fact kiss you. He grabbed your arm gently and pulled closer to him as his eyes closed, lips moving against yours slowly. You weren’t exactly mad but you weren’t also happy with this outcome.

Despite Bucky not hooking up with anyone for a long time now and being completely enamored by you, you still believe he was a ladies man because he hadn’t told you otherwise. You didn’t want to be another name added to the list of a frat boy’s one night stands. So you pulled away with slightly furrowed brows and Bucky realized he fucked up.

“Thanks again, Bucky,” you quickly got out of the car, not acknowledging him shouting your name before the car door closed. You ran up the steps to enter your apartment as fast as you can, still feeling the taste of him on your lips and tongue. God why did he have to do that?

Bucky sat in his car for a bit but decided to leave to not bother you and possibly fuck things up more than they already are. He’ll wait for you to come to him so he doesn’t seem invasive. Yeah that’s the plan.

But things don’t normally go to plan right?

#bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky x you #bucky #bucky fluff #frat!boy bucky barnes #collage!bucky #collage au

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mrsedmercer · 5 years

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Steamy Love (Tom Hiddleston x Reader) Part 11: ~Anytime~

Summary: While prepping for movie night, Tom asks about your streaming.

Warnings: Foreshadowing, a sensual bit.

Read it on my Wattpad: @/HiddlesStar

Word count: 1'800

Tags: @theoneanna @midnightdragonzero @drakesfiance @kcd15 @ihthr @deviantsendbyreallife

The next day you were up, you silently looked over your lines after getting dressed and getting your makeup on and such. You had planned to go out to get some groceries and some snacks for the little movie night you had planned with Tom. He was in the kitchen making the both of you breakfast. You don't think you'll ever see a day where he sleeps in. He loves his breakfast.

While you had woken up in his bed yesterday evening, you had slept in your own room for the night last night, though it didn't have the same warm scent his bed did. You missed his bed.

God, you can't believe you actually slept with him. You lucky bastard. His fans would be both jealous and furious if they knew.

Just as you were finishing up with reading through a scene, Tom gently knocked on your door. You turned around, hearing his voice.

"Breakfast is ready, darling.." Tom spoke from the other side before leaving to go back to the kitchen. You fixed up your hair somewhat, then got up and left your room to go eat breakfast. He made a pretty basic bacon and eggs breakfast, but it looked good.

"Good morning." You spoke to Tom, sitting down at the table in front of him with your own plate.

"Morning." He spoke in a pleasantly happy tone. "I hope you slept well last night, despite our little nap."

Oh God. Is he gonna mention your...'time' together whenever he can, now?

"I did, but my bed isn't nearly as comfy as yours." You admitted with a soft chuckle.

"You prefer my bed, mm?" He rose a brow at you, giving a charming smirk. "You could've slept with me for the night. I would've been okay with it."

You glanced away with a bashful little smile, peeking your head up afterwards. "Perhaps if there's a next time, I will." You replied with a friendly shrug.

"That's fine by me. You are welcome in my bed anytime.." Tom spoke, gently getting up with his plate since he was done.

That made you blush quite a bit.

He knew.

He knows what he's doing.

You can see it in that little fucking smirk of his.

He knows.

God, he's just so fucking charming.

You let out a bashful little chuckle, finishing up with your own plate as he washed his before getting up, placing the dish in the sink with a sassy smile.

"Can you wash that for me? Thanks.." You sassed, moving past him to head back to your room. He let out a little low chuckle as you left, getting yourself ready to go. You had to empty out your purse and look for any bags you could bring to the grocery store. You didn't like paying for bags. Not when they were cheap and always fall apart, especially if you're carrying a lot of cans of bottles.

You heard the door open behind you, standing up straight and turning to face Tom, who was standing at the door frame with his arms crossed.

"You know..." He lowered his voice a bit as he stepped into the room. "In cases similar to these, your sass would not be tolerated.." He gazed down at you like you were his prey, standing close enough to be able to look straight down at you. His blue eyes looked dark and alluring.

You knew he was just being seductive, so you played along.

"Oh it wouldn't would it?.." You purred with a playful grin, tilting your head a bit.

"Mm-mm.." He gently shook his head, his eyes glancing down at your lips before moving back up to your eyes. "There would be discipline...maybe punishments.." He purred back, somewhat biting the corner of his lower lip.

"Is it really a punishment if I enjoy it?..." You asked, your hands resting behind your back. He gave you a charming smirk, uncrossing his arms and having them rested as his side somewhat.

"..Good point..." He muttered in his deep tone, leaning down achingly slow until your lips met once more. You shared a small kiss, feeling his soft lips slowly move with yours. His kisses always felt so heavenly, like he was taking you up into the clouds with every slow connection your lips made. His hands moved up to cup your face, the kiss beginning to deepen somewhat. Every little movement he makes around you always makes you want to melt. He could control your every move like a puppet and you would probably thank him.

After a moment, he pulled back, keeping his hands on you, his thumbs caressing your skin somewhat as he gazed at you. He gave a charming smile.

"My punishments should not be taken lightly.." He whispered lowly. "Your curiosities may get you into some trouble.."

"I love trouble.." You whispered back with a teasy little smile, getting a grin from him as well. He chuckled lowly, pulling back from you. He noticed the bags you had brought out, raising a brow.

"Are you headed to the store now?" He asked, watching as you closed your purse.

"Yeah. Better to do it now before it gets too cold. I hate how cold it's been getting at night."

"Mind if I tag along?" Tom asked with a smile, leaning against the open door. "I'm a bit burnt out from looking over my lines so much. Could use some fresh air."

"You sure the paparazzi aren't gonna follow us around?" You asked. You've seen a couple paparazzi photos that were taken of Tom. He understandably didn't look very pleased in them and you wouldn't want him to be uncomfortable.

"They don't know where to look just yet." Tom winked with a confident smile, making you smile as well.

"I don't mind the company, then." You replied.

"Just let me grab my wallet and the keys. I'll meet you at the front door." He spoke, leaving to head back to his room. You grabbed the bag and your purse, leaving your room to go get your boots on.

He eventually met you at the front door and left the house after you both had your shoes and jackets on, getting in his car to head to the store. You were actually happy that he was coming with you, so you didn't have to go wait at the bus stop. He had the radio on for the ride, Cyndi Lauper's Time After Time playing once he turned it on.

"This song reminds me of Stranger Things." You admitted, glancing at the time on the clock.

"You've never listened to the whole song?" Tom asked, a little surprised.

"I'm not too big into the oldies type of music" You admitted. "I lean more towards the early 2000's."

"Is that so?" Tom tilted his head curiously. "I bet I can switch that up."

"Switch that up?" You repeated, a little smile on your lips. "Trust me, whenever someone is sure I'll like something they want to show me, I never end up actually getting into it."

"I am not just 'someone'." Tom grinned, glancing at you with a wink before looking back at the road. You liked his confidence.

Once you got to the parking lot, he parked the car and got out of the car with you. You both walked into the store, talking to each other about what you would both would want to have for snacks during tonight's movie.

Tom constantly suggested fruit trays. You weren't sure why, but you eventually caved and got 2 small fruit trays. They were small, but costed less than the bigger trays.

"I'm excited for the movie.." You admitted as they walked through one of the many aisles.

"I'm excited for the snackies." Tom admitted, making you chuckle.

"Snackies?" You repeated, seeing him start chuckling as well.

"Yes. Snackies." He nodded, the both of you sharing a little laugh. He's so cute.

After getting a couple more items, you got to the cashier. You insisted on paying for the items but Tom wouldn't let you. He really wants to spoil you.

You both got back to the car and put all of the groceries in the backseat before getting back in the car, driving home.

"I'm very excited for you to watch this film." Tom admitted as he drove. "I don't want to give too much away, but I think you'll get a kick out of it."

"I'm just excited to see more of your acting." You spoke with a soft smile, looking at him. He gave you a bashful little smile.

"You flatter me.." He spoke, looking back at the road. "I was thinking, actually, since you are going to be watching the major films I've been in, perhaps you could teach me more about your streams."

"You could always join me for a stream or two." You offered. "I'm streaming at the end of the weekend for the first time since moving here. Would be a nice surprise."

"Do your fans know we're roommates?' Tom asked.

"No, but they know I'm in a film with you." You shrugged before smiling more. "They'll lose their minds if you join me. It would be hilarious."

Tom gave a soft smile. "I'd be honoured to join you." He replied. "Will you be playing a game, too?"

"If you'd rather I not, we can make it a chill stream. I've done a couple of those." You admitted.

"Oh no, I'd insist on you playing a game." Tom smirked. "You're good at what you play on your own, but I'd like to see how good you really can be with me over your shoulder."

You chuckled. "Oh please, I'll play even better with you there." You replied.

"To impress me, I bet." Tom gave a playful purr, making you give a disapproving shake of the head and an equally playful smile.

"Hiddleston, what am I gonna do with you?" You joked, the both of you laughing somewhat.

You got back to the house and put all the groceries away. You got back to reading over your lines, Tom joining you to read through the script together. You even rehearsed a bit. He was easy to keep up with, despite what you've heard. Finally, as the sun began to set, you and Tom started setting up the living room, one of you fixing up the couch while the other got the snacks and hot chocolate ready. You love hot chocolate.

You both sat down on the couch, sitting beside each other, but not too close.

"Ready?" Tom asked you, picking up the TV remote to press play.

"Hell yeah I'm ready." You gave a bright smile, looking at the screen as he pressed play.

Here we go.

#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston imagine #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston x you #fanfiction #wattpad #steamy love

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lovelylogans · 6 years

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Could you do "I'm sorry I got way too into playing house" for the weird sentences prompts? 😁

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warnings: mentions of past animal abuse, mentions of dog killing other small animals (birds and rodentia), some vague anxiety stuff

pairings: platonic lamp, gen

words: 2,203

notes: sure thing! i am also shoehorning this in as a sequel to this previous prompt fic of mine in which the sides adopt a tripod pitbull puppy, so, like, Dog Content™

The puppy’s name, once they came up with it, was just too perfect, really.

“Croft,” Roman cooed, and Croft lifted his head from where he’d been napping on Virgil’s lap. “Crofty, honey, come to papa, I’ve got a new toy!”

Croft snuffled a little, settling his big, meaty head back on Virgil’s nap and staring at Roman with doleful eyes.

Roman sighed at him. “You’re the laziest puppy I’ve ever met,” he said, lowering the toy he’d been squeaking.

“Did you not hear him doing laps in the hallway at three in the morning?” Logan asked, from where he was absentmindedly running his hand up and down Croft’s back. “The dog is nocturnal.”

“Wonder where he gets that from,” Patton said, and shot a Look to all three of his roommates, as if to truly underline how horrible they were at following Logan’s advice, even Logan himself.

Logan’s original name idea was Crofter’s Premium Spread Logan’s Berry Organic Jam, potentially shortened to CPSLBOJ, which was understandably shot down by everyone in the room. Roman’s next proposal was Crofter’s, to which Virgil said they weren’t naming the dog after a fucking jam brand, and Patton proposed the mediation of Croft: so they could say he’d been named after the jam brand or after Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider franchise.

So Croft had immediately been given a Croft collar tag with all of their phone numbers on it, a custom jam jar toy Roman had commissioned from someone on Etsy that Croft rarely touched, and a fluffy Lara Croft toy that was tucked up by his dog bed that he also rarely touched.

Croft was currently pretty small, since he was still a puppy; according to the vet, he’d probably top out around 80 or 90 pounds. But right now he just had really big ears, a very long tail, and three massive paws that he tripped over pretty often.

Virgil scratched absently behind Croft’s ears, and Croft let out a sort of grumbly happy noise; he was a talkative kind of dog, with a lot of sighs and grumbling and soft little barks they all unanimously called boofs.

He also had the tendency to arororowowow! at them whenever they all left him for a period of time, leaping up on them, eager to be pet, which Logan was trying to train him out of, because whenever he leapt up he didn’t exactly have two stable paws to land on when he came back down.

It wasn’t like they all left him all at once very often; really mostly whenever they went out to dinner. Their schedules were different enough that most of the time one of them was home to take Croft out when he needed it and work on basic training with Croft. He was a smart little guy, and very food-and-affection motivated, so Croft had down the basic sit, shake, lay down thing; they were still working on roll over and heel. And stay; he’d get so excited to follow after wherever they were walking off to, he’d gambol right after them, tail wagging excitedly.

Croft had been living with them for less than a month, but he’d managed to capture all of their hearts basically immediately.

Roman had, in fact, immediately recreated Rosa’s I’ve only had Arlo for a day and a half but if anything happened to him I would kill everyone in the room and then myself from Brooklyn 99, with all of them. All four were on their various social medias to announce that they’d gotten a dog, and also printed out and framed in the living room.

It was odd, to look at the photo and Croft now; he’d already grown so much in the month they’d had him.

Croft had his problems too; potty-training was an ongoing battle. He couldn’t handle other dogs, and either got aggressive or whimpering and frightened whenever he saw them, so they always walked him early in the morning, when there wouldn’t be other dogs around. He was a menace to most small rodentia and birds; he’d already killed three robins, a mouse, and had grievously injured a possum.

But he was such a cuddly, eager boy—any difficulties were well worth it.

“Fatherhood has changed me,” Roman had declared once, which—well. Kinda, yeah.

Once they started parting ways, Croft picked his head up from Virgil’s lap, following after them; he slept in their beds, because they were all softies. Croft tended to alternate between all of them, moving from room to room throughout the night. They’d all learned to either sleep through a dog hopping on their bed, or to sleepily roll over, give him a clumsy pat, and go right back to sleep.

Croft was also a bed hog, so it was a bit of a struggle to actually get in bed once he was there; a lot of the time, they had to lift him, set him aside, and quickly lay down under the covers before Croft could decide he wanted to take over their pillows or the center of the bed.

Once Logan came back to his room, ready to curl up in bed, he was unsurprised to see Croft already sprawled wide across the bed.

“Croft, move, you know the drill,” Logan said, shoving him to the other side of the bed and promptly sliding under the covers, turning off the lamp, sending them into darkness; there was the familiar press of Croft’s cold nose as he situated himself, pressing as close as he could get to Logan.

Logan wrapped an arm around him, sleepy, and pressed his nose against Croft’s back, inhaling his doggish scent. He loved this dog, to a degree he’d never actually admit out loud.

“Good boy,” Logan whispered, and Croft let out a sleepy little sigh.

Roman woke up to a tongue on his face.

Roman squinted, and laughed a little, narrowly dodging a doggy kiss straight into the mouth, nudging Croft’s head aside.

“M’up, m’up,” Roman said, and patted him on the back. “Let’s hope you didn’t leave any surprises around the apartment, how about a bit of a w—stroll, huh?”

Croft had quickly learned what the w word meant, so they either spelled it out or used some other word, lest Croft start bouncing around eagerly.

No surprises, which was good, and Roman tugged on some clothes, hunting around for a plastic baggie and Croft’s leash, at which point, Croft started bouncing eagerly, running between Roman and the door, jumping and wagging his tail so fast his whole butt wiggled.

“I know, I know!” Roman said with a laugh. “Okay, now—sit.”

Croft sat. Well, mostly; he sat in such a way that his butt didn’t quite touch the ground.

“Let’s go!” Roman said, opening the front door, and Croft charged forth, yanking Roman forward with his odd-hopping gait, throwing himself into the walk with all his force.

Roman liked taking Croft on these early morning walks; it was some exercise, which was nice, and… well.

He’d never tell his roommates this, but Croft was a really good listener.

He knew that Croft didn’t actually understand him, but he was good at seeming like he did; there were the huffs, and pants, and looks that he did often. It was just kind of nice to… talk, sometimes.

“It’s probably going to be a bit of a long day,” Roman told Croft, as Croft sniffed interestedly at a tree. “I’m not going to be here a lot. Rehearsals are really picking up pace.”

Croft made a snuffling noise.

“Yeah, I know, I haven’t been here as much,” Roman said, “but you’ve got the other three, too, ya know? I’ll try and keep morning walks free and extra long, how about that?”

Croft tilted his head a little, and trotted-hopped onwards. Good enough for Roman.

The walk in the brisk fall weather continued like that; Roman talking to Croft about his schedule, his worries, and each time, Croft would make some kind of noise, or wag his tail.

It was just nice, Roman guessed, to talk to someone who’d keep all your secrets, and not judge you for silly things like I’m worried that I’m going to mess up onstage and everyone’s going to hate me for it. Croft would just wag his tail and lick him and flop down on the couch with him once they’d gotten through with the walk, demanding all the pets that Roman could give him.

Listen, Virgil had been team cat, all the way. He was as surprised as anyone to find out how much he liked having a dog.

Virgil cracked his eyes open when the door creaked open, irrationally afraid (when wasn’t he irrationally afraid, though?) that Patton had gotten back early and noticed Virgil wasn’t on campus today. Virgil frowned, because no one was there.

The sudden displacement of his mattress spoke of a different story, and Virgil let a hand flop in Croft’s direction.

“Hey, bud,” he said, voice scratchy. “I’m not really… at my best today, so if you wanna play tug or something—”

Croft made the grumbling-sighing noise at him, and instead laid his big head on Virgil’s chest, huffing a breath through his nose.

“Oh,” Virgil said, at last, and paused, hand hovering, before he at last let it come down on Croft’s head. “Cuddle time, huh? That’s what you want?”

Sometimes, it seemed like Croft’s favorite times of day were in the early morning, when he cuddled up against any of them and they both snoozed until they actually had to wake up. Virgil had never before met a (would be) 90 pound dog who was so convinced he was a lapdog.

“Mkay,” Virgil murmured, and they adjusted—Croft ended up, essentially, on his side, mostly laying on top of Virgil, head tucked in the space between Virgil’s head and neck.

Virgil, hesitantly, wrapped his arms around Croft’s body—to make sure he stayed in place and didn’t fall off, and stuff.

The warmth and the weight of him was doing something to make Virgil’s eyelids feel heavier, though. Croft would occasionally rumble in his ear, in his sleep; Virgil envied the swiftness with which he could fall asleep.

“You’re a good boy,” Virgil managed to say, and started petting Croft; his fur was kind of bristly, and it provided an interesting texture under his hands. Something else to focus on.

“Such a good boy,” Virgil murmured, hand continuing to make the lazy path up and down Croft’s back.

So dogs weren’t that bad, after all.

“Crofty Crofty Croft!” Patton sing-songed, bent forward, hands on his knees. “Who’s a good boy? Whosagoodboy?!”

Croft was eagerly wagging his tail. Who is the good boy?!

“Is it you?!” Patton crooned, and giggled as Croft hopped a little. “Is it you?! I think it is! You’re such a good boy, Croft!”

He scooped up Croft in his arms (he was genuinely considering taking up weightlifting so he’d be able to keep picking him up once he was fully grown) and planted a kiss on his little forehead, Croft wiggling in his arms.

Patton was alone for the evening, but that was okay, because he’d thought of some things to try with Croft! Things they’d never done with him before!

“We’re gonna do an experiment, baby!” Patton crooned, and at last set Croft down. “Okay, so, here we go! I got some new things to try!”

There were a lot of new toys. Unsurprisingly, Croft loved all the ones that would transfer a treat to himself; Patton could relate to wanting only food and love. Like, a lot.

To the point he immediately snapchatted an image of Croft chasing clumsily after a treat ball with that exact caption to his roommates.

Okay, he might have snapchatted a lot of pictures of Croft. His camera roll was now almost exclusively pictures of Croft or his friends, but really mostly Croft.

Patton, at last, dug out the piece de resistance, as Roman would say, and crooned at Croft to come—and immediately realized some flaws with this plan.

But he was gonna make it work!

“Patton, we’re home,” Virgil called, and frowned.

Croft hadn’t come running as soon as they came through the door. That was… different.

Logan and Roman were exchanging looks of a similar degree, Logan already half-crouched, as if just out of habit. He cleared his throat and stood up, straightening his tie.

“Kitchen!” Patton called, and all three progressed forwards, before coming to a stop.

Patton, blinking, turned from where he’d been stirring a pot on the stove, holding Croft (in a onesie) on his hip, as if Croft was a baby.

“Um,” Virgil said at last. “Patton.”

Patton blinked at him, and looked at Croft, and then back to them, before he laughed a little nervously, setting Croft back on the ground so Croft could hop forth and demand love.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I got way into playing house.”

“We baby this dog too much,” Logan said ruefully, before immediately helping Croft unearth a slightly trapped treat from the treat ball and giving it to him.

“He deserves it,” Roman declared, and nobody could quite find it in themselves to disagree.

#my fic #my fanfic #lamp #sanders sides fanfic #anonymous #ask #logan #virgil #patton #roman

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justyouraveragebpdgirl · 2 years

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2-25-22

It's currently 9:12pm where I am. I have had the last two days off to relax and catch up on my sleep since I've been SUPER crazy busy at work the last month. BUT I did get a pay raise so I don't mind.

I used to work retail before, like Price Chopper and Walmart, and even a Cirilla's. I always hated it, I dreaded coming to work, I'd get such anxiety that I'd often call out. I don't do that anymore, I really like my new job and I've been here.... 2 months now? I'm a front desk employee at a hotel, and I do meet some very fun and interesting people, including some of my FAVORITE regulars, including a man who has lived there the last 14 months as he searches for a house, a woman and her husband who spend every weekend with us as they look to buy a house too (and sell their own), and a man who comes every few weeks and sometimes brings his cats. The first man, whom I'll call F, he is amazing, he is an older man who treats all of us like we're his grandkids or something. He is a war veteran, and just recently got out of the hospital after contracting COVID which caused a heart attack, and he also had stomach ulcers on top of that. He was in the hospital for ELEVEN days. He thankfully made it out, but I still check up on him and make sure he stays hydrated and takes care of himself. The woman (K) and her husband are SO sweet, and they bring their dog with them. They cook in their room and often bring me some whenever I'm working. I need to make them a cake! The third man (G) is really nice, very quiet, and I got to have a full conversation with him last week as we talked about our pets and the weather. It's the most conversation anyone's had with him, I think, as he is a very quiet and private man.

I did get to pick up my check earlier today and deposit it, then moved half of it into the savings account I made 2 weeks ago. So I have $1000 in there now. I make myself do it because then I can use that money later when I have an emergency, or I want to move out and get an apartment, or something like that. I would love to be able to afford an apartment by myself, and only have a roommate for the purpose of just being housemates for fun, not because I'm DEPENDING on their money. My best friend Miah and I would love to get an apartment together in a few years. I want to get a nice one, with maybe an extra room for an office space, so I can work on my writing or whatever I want/need to do.

Yesterday I FINALLY had some successful brainstorming, and I am very happy and proud. I read somewhere that one of my idols, R.L. Stine, first comes up with his titles for his books, and THEN he writes the book. So I tried that and it lead to several great ideas. I don't know why I never tried that before. I want to write short scary fictional books like he does.

Anyway, I think I'm going to hop off here and try to brainstorm some more before I need to shower and go to sleep for work tomorrow.

Goodnight, my fellow bloggers and readers. May your night bring you much restfulness!

With Love,

Annie ❤

#journal #dailyjournal #life #lifeblog #work #positivity #happiness #love #selfimprovement #youngadult #adultlife #bpd #depression #anxiety #bloggers #blogger #writing

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hmsindecision · 7 years

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Hi sister, this is a heavy story, but I need some advice. For background, I'm in university. And I share a small apartment with a very close friend who I've known since high school. My friend has a friend I've never gotten along with. This became less of a problem after high school because the friend didn't get in to uni. So I didn't see her for a long time. Now she's back in my life in a dramatic way. She's going through a surprise pregnancy. Her parents are unsupportive and she doesn't 1/3?

Continued:2/3 have a romantic partner or really any support system outside my close friend/roommate. Now, my friend wants this girl to stay with us until the baby’s born and she can get back on her feet. My friend seems to have forgotten that I hate her friend and she hates me. She’s a very loud arrogant person. She’s never respected me or my boundaries. Whenever we see each other, she tries to create an atmosphere where we’re both competing for my close friends attention. I don’t want this woman in my space living with me. Even if it’s just temporary. I consider myself a feminist. I do my best to help other women and I feel sympathy. An unplanned pregnancy must suck. Especially when you’re so alone in the world. I just can’t support her. I know my friend wants to, but I don’t and we share an apartment. It’s not like I’ll be able to avoid her. She’ll be in my house! How can I tell my friend that there’s no way in hell her friend can stay with us without sounding completely heartless?—————————This is definitely a tough one! I totally get that while this woman needs some help, she isn’t a positive person to be around–and adding a pregnant woman that doesn’t respect you or your boundaries into close quarters is a recipe for disaster–especially as you try to juggle life and class. As much as this is a rough place for her to be in, it doesn’t mean that she needs to move in with you. Helping her to find a place, a job, even hooking her up with programs that offer transitional housing for pregnant women in need (they exist!) are all good things. And while offering your home up can be a good thing too, not if it means severely damaging your own quality of life.

It’s also true that if she moves in, it would not end with her pregnancy. A worse place to be in while you are trying to get your life together is having an infant that needs constant care. It would inevitably be the three of you AND a baby for a while–and is that even legal in your lease? Letting someone stay for a couple weeks, a month even, that’s within the bounds of friendship (though it would still be unfair to expect of you). But an entire pregnancy? When she has a baby? When does it end?

I absolutely think that it is wonderful that your friend wants to help. But I think that moving her in is a short-sighted solution. Where is she going to sleep? A heavily pregnant woman can’t sleep on her back and many women use special maternity pillows–a couch may just not cut it. That’s only the tiniest concern right there but it becomes a headache fast.

But how to tell your friend that in a way that doesn’t make her defensive? Tell her that it’s a small space, and that is a long time for three people to share it. Ask if you can help with research to find her housing options and support options. Researching help (government care, private charities) is a great way to help a woman out even if you can’t stand being in the same room with her. She needs resources, and I agree, she needs your roommate’s friendship. But throwing the three of you together isn’t good for her, your roommate, you, or even the baby. That’s a lot of stress!

And if your friend doesn’t budge, well… It might be time to move elsewhere, for your own sanity.

#pregnant friend #boundaries

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