#Like I say sometimes I like telling everyone what's coming - sometimes I like leaving you to find out as I post-!

[shurisneakers]

paper man

warnings: angst, no sad ending, talks of death. unedited drabble that was written in 20 minutes.

a/n: i wanted angst and couldn't find any so i did this myself. will this make it onto my masterlist? who knows. it's 11pm and i have mary by big thief playing. my cat is yelling at me and really killing the sad girl vibe i got going. why does bucky look like a used car salesman in thunderbolts. whatever. love u guys

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“If I die tomorrow,” he starts, eyes still staring into the TV.

Your eyebrow quirks. “You're not going to die tomorrow. We're going bowling.”

“If I die tomorrow,” Bucky repeats, and you know he's not with you. He's wandering around the morning fog and thickets of his mind, arm stuck out while he meanders inside a labyrinth.

It's late. He's right on time. You know from experience that his thoughts don't belong to him after the sun sets.

“I–” he begins, and then his mouth clamps shut again.

From across the couch, you shoot him a glance that hopefully conveys understanding. Fast food wrappers litter the worn leather, hurdles between the both of you.

“I don't have a will,” he finally manages to get out.

You let out an exhale, soft.

“Let's make one now?” you offer.

Through his mist, he looks at you. Eyes the way it would be if you tried staring into the sun. Mouth tired, shoulders so low it sinks into dirt.

“I'll write it on my phone. We can do something about it in the morning,” you continue.

Bucky turns back to the TV, and the mindless chatter of late night commercials fills in the silence you leave in your wake.

He could die tomorrow. So could you. So could everyone you knew. It was an occupational hazard you thought he'd made his peace with.

Your phone lies beside you, and you're honestly a little embarrassed that your suggestion was shot down.

Most days you don't know what he needs. Admittedly, he doesn't either. Sometimes slow kisses with his back pressed up against the headboard does the trick. Other days….well, you don't know. He never lets you see those.

You can't blame him. What you both had with each other found a description in the quiet and the twilight. You hadn't even really spent the night in his room.

“I don't have anythin’ to leave,” his voice comes out like gravel, snapping you out of the pit you wanted to dig yourself. “That's the thing. If I die tomorrow, I don't have anythin' to my name. Nothin’ that matters anyway.”

His gaze shifts downward ever so slightly. If the TV wasn't illuminating his face in a pale sickly yellow, you'd see that his cheeks were burning red. His throat feels like it's folded in on itself.

“You got people to leave things for?” you ask, watching him keenly.

He catches your eye, sending a jolt through you. You shift awkwardly on the couch.

“Think so,” he says solemnly. It reads more like a question, with the way he observes you.

“Okay.” You nod. “Then we'll find you things.”

His eyebrows knit together, deepening the crease between them.

“I don't know where to start.” His words sound raw, like a croak.

You watch his head duck again. His body is stiff, and he looks like he wants to crawl out of his skin.

You look around the room, but your eyes land on the paper remains of your dinner. A thought crossed your mind, and you hesitate.

Bucky is too busy trying to see through thick trees and fog. It stretches above him so tall, taking away even what little sunlight crawls through the leaves.

The couch dips next to him and he's snapped out his labyrinth for a second.

Your hand is held out for his. It comes so naturally that he doesn't even remember stretching his palm out to meet yours.

You drop a tiny paper man onto his metal hand. It's twisted together from a napkin and its mangled limbs are uneven.

“Just a place to start,” you tell him softly.

Bucky stares at it while you inch back to your place.

While you shift the channel to something less repetitive and tedious, his fingers wrap around the origami project.

The fog fades in the light of the morning. The trees look a little less daunting.

He's got people to leave things for.

And a tiny paper man.

#bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #Bucky angst #winter soldier x reader #winter soldier angst

[perfectfangirl]

notes after rewatching fallout s1 ep4

• cooper and lucy wandering the desert and mans starts coughin', somethin' settin' in • whoa i just realized you could hear roger roaring from outside • roger was at a clinic, probably trying to find something to help him ☹️ • i wrote a whole entire post on this scene but anyways can i say we see full blown uncooked cannibalism hardly ten minutes into episode four like is everyone ok • the fact this scene is presented with a lot of tension, like a horror film and truly it's just a guy named roger fighting to stay not feral • i wonder how cooper met him? ghouls tend to know each other after a while [on account of the discrimination], i'm sure he was checking with this man every now and then tbh. perhaps. a friend. • cooper asks roger how he's feeling and he says "you know... it's hard out here. dang smoothies can be so unkind" and i just 😞 • "i see you got a smoothie of your own" ding ding ding ghoulcy this one's for you • you know what's particularly sad about ghoulification is for example that roger has had to isolate himself from others, even ghouls, because he was turning • roger asking for a vial and cooper looking at lucy [cooper, you botched the using lucy for bait, come on] • firmly in the camp that if cooper had vials left, he would give one to roger. cooper has shown himself to be crude and cruel seeming at times but i just know he went there with purpose • roger accepting he's turning and telling cooper and lucy to leave as a warning, roger seemed so nice, why and how did he get like this

• "i did ok" 😞 • going from standard human to turning into a feral ghoul in less than twenty eight years in the fallout universe is insane and idk if there's a lot of lore on why someone could end up like this and someone like cooper not • the difference in cooper's and roger's symptoms are pretty stark--- not entirely sold on him coughing and passing out is from ferality and more inclined to think chem withdrawals but i digress • "say, you remember how good food use to taste?" post war life is so bad, nobody in the wasteland remembers when food use to food 😭

• because roger is really nice and having a conversation, roger turns, speaking to lucy. cooper using this as an opportunity to kill roger seems so sudden and a betrayal until • look at cooper's eyes and his reaction after pulling the trigger--- not exactly the expression of someone who is in it "for the love of the game", in fact, i have come to view this act as a mercy kill • which is ironic of course because as we've all come to see, lucy does the exact thing for her own mother four episodes later • once feral, ghouls roam the wasteland operating on two instincts alone: hunger and defense. they are a threat to all those around them and i don't recall much on reversal. that's no life. roger would've turned feral and harmed them or others, it is sad • cooper mercy killing roger was in some ways compassionate, he had a sweet conversation with roger giving his last thoughts something warm and nice. cooper then going on to butcher and consume his flesh was an uh choice 💀

• and lucy immediately confused was like "wait?, why'd you do that? he was sick." i don't know if she entirely understands ghoulification, seems she thought maybe he could be helped • lucy is basically confused, begging cooper to not like, eat this guy 😭 • i'm gonna have to agree that he didn't have to eat roger, radroaches is everywhere and for free, still pondering if he did this to fuck with her or because some reason i am missing • cooper asking lucy what her name was [hold on, why he care about that?" and lucy so nearly coming this close to finding out what hank did and who cooper is [since she didn't ask his name] • "sometimes a fella's got to eat a fella" is my all time favourite quote in season one of this show lmao • cooper be funny as fuck for no reason like this man's brain is cooked • i would personally like to ask walton whose idea it was to go "mmm. mmm." while eating irradiated human flesh like that, like why is the pre war actor cooper howard like this • lucy is incomprehensibly disgusted but then goes on a thing [a vulnerable thing] about vault 32 starving [in the great plague of '77] and that she lost her mother during this time and that her father never resorted to cannibalism. there's some time and memory discrepancies here • "well there's what people say they did and what they really did" i wanted cooper to be wrong so bad here when he went on to clown hank by saying "i'll bet your daddy was first in line at the cookout. i bet he had a bib with a drawing of his neighbour's ass on it" • lmao they gave all the best lines to cooper, i'm sick, he was right • lucy, having had enough and not finding cooper's humour being used as a way to cope like this asks this disturbed little man • "how do you live like this? why keep going?" and for the briefest moment, and i do mean brief, cooper feels the crushing weight of who he is when lucy confronts him like this • of course he shakes off a moral inquiry and transfers it to another as he asks "why the fuck am i doing all the work?... ass jerky don't make itself." and forces lucy to do it instead • twice now this man has talked about ass in less than ten minutes and for everyone's sake i'll move along 💀

• woody basically trying to interrogate the raider prisoners and getting nothing, meanwhile--- i think they already starting to be poisoned • ooo ok but betty telling norm he's the last standing maclean in the vault so his words carry and people listen. it occurred to me maybe he inadvertently inspired the poisonings of the raiders but it's also occurring to me that because they couldn't just all be shot outright, being poisoned was the best follow through method, nobody notices until it's already too late. now who is sneaky enough for that? • "when clever boys like you are angry, you're lucky not to have seen where that can lead." so... was betty present for shady sands? hmm • betty asking norm to tread lightly is very... not a threat, but she's watching him, right

• ok! we have that second water scene. it's confirmed here cooper is fetching water from an irradiated source [hence why denying lucy any makes sense] he puts it in his canteen and drinks it just fine. lucy is obviously mindlessly thirsty because she defeatedly drops down to drink the murky, stagnant irradiated water. it's so irradiated, her pip boy is going crazy, she literally gags in the scene • "now you're getting it. how does this golden rule jibe with what's going through your head now?" well i mean we knew cooper been fucking with her the whole time and showing her the wasteland streets but it is also unlikely she would have found a clean water source where they are, i guess her getting radiation sickness may have been inevitable but cooper denying her water kept her from being sick • after another insane string of sentences from this centuries old movie star, lucy finally asks "what are you?" and it's more like "what the fuck is wrong with you?" • "oh i'm you, sweetie, you just give it a little time" is majorly menacing after everybody just drank stagnant rad water like it's koolaid • cooper felt so smug then was zapped with karma again because he has a coughing fit directly after telling lucy this lmao • walton has such a good old man cough ❤️ • lucy takes cooper coughing up a lung as an opportunity to run [where i don't know but] • cooper uses his lasso skills he used to use at kid's parties to pull lucy back and then says some shit like "where you think you going? you ain't going nowhere."

• so we have arrived at the infamous and intriguing finger biting off scene--- can i just say she bit his finger off with such ease and then! cooper doesn't even act like it hurt, he seems... pleased he got that kind of reaction out of lucy. he's like into it 💀 • "there you are, you little killer" i'll keep this pg13 and say cooper really wanted to get a rise out of lucy, to bring the dog out of her, huh • he... then proceeds to cut her [corresponding hand's] finger off. ironically applying the "do unto others as you would have done unto you" tit for tat, if you will • i was surprised he did this because like ok, she spat it out? pick it up and reattach it, fella 😭 but there's more under the surface here because • cooper says "now that right there is the closest thing we've had to an honest exchange so far." and he's being framed in a close up so close, you can see his dainty eyelashes, sun shining in the background, his hazel eyes sparkling--- this is not on accident ☝️ gdgkdkfd • there's a lot of symbolism to be had but for now, i'll save that for next episode notes when cooper does the thing • ah chet! and steph. i kinda am of the idea she strategically got with him but anyways! who wouldn't! chet hot as fuck! and steph look like an assassin • bert's shoes so small gldgldfl • steph is definitely angry and sad dealing with bert's death in her own special way [trying to fuck chet] • excuse me but why they turned an almost sex scene into a birthing scene 😭💀 • lucy been walking the wasteland without a shoe, how she do it 😭 • i did not pick up on cooper bartering lucy for two months' worth of vials [thanks subtitles] • "mint condition" [looks at a bloody stump on hand] "near mint condition" now who fault is this?? lmao • "you got problems out here too, sweetheart" like, shut up 😭 • cooper every time he interacts with a mr. handy is one of the only few places he gets to hear a voice of this old friend • "best you try your luck behind that door" well at least he untied her • this is like the third time he's gotten instant karma with lucy because either he pretended to keep it together until she went in or genuinely didn't know he was going to pass out but • went through the five stages of grief trying to figure who he sold her to because i deadass was thinking the same thing lucy was 😭 • lucy being given the finger of like, a corpse or something because it's grey 😭 forever changed by the wasteland, always carrying a little bleakness and death with her ❤️ • lucy never experiencing real cotton [or maybe only rarely] • lucy calling cooper a creature 😭 • "he put a leash around my neck and made me drink from puddle water that i'm pretty sure was some kind of animal pee" sending 😭 she talking to this evil mr. handy like it's a person • her recounting her captivity with cooper like he was simply being mean to her is just • "and i thought i was here to be a sex slave." "what?! no! what a disgusting idea. i'm simply going to harvest your organs." damn, fallout which one is worse, like fuck---

• hope the jello cake veronica got wasn't poisoned... • "what are you looking at?" "a murderer in a cage, paying the price for what you did to us. for what you did to the innocent people in vault 32" and norm gets circumstantial evidence from a raider by accidentally cross examining one of them with it being more than anything woody could coax out of them • one thing about the macleans, they smart • i also think it's excellent writing that intrigue was spurred like this by a raider saying vault 32 wasn't innocent because they were running an experiment like all the vaults did, everything isn't so black and white • norm reads every situation correctly because why he read chet by saying chet came along to investigate because norm reminds him of lucy fkdgkdkg • still piecing together the full extent of vaults 31, 32, 33 together but at first i couldn't understand why it looked like so many took their own lives--- apparently them discovering what vault 31 was about started a rebellion but two years seemed so recent to me. curious how this overlaps with shady sands if it does • they showed the spooky ass rat utopia experiment still playing on the tvs in there but i wasn't sure if this was explicit about that being vault 32's experiment

• lucy being prompted to continue on because of a flashback from her mom upon awakening 🥲 • "lucy sweetie what are you doing out here?" and those were her memories on the surface [nevermind cooper calling her [[condescendingly]] "sweetheart"] • i did not realize the ghouls were being kept in the freezers but it looks like they either only sell ghouls or keep the ghouls "on ice" [not unlike how dom pedro would keep cooper and cut pieces off of him] and collect the organs of standard people right then and there • "sir, you can't do this. please, i need my organs" lucy, it's just a robot bulter, he's not a real guy 😭 • the way lucy got out of this pickle quick, almost got snip snipped but short circuited the murderbot • lucy putting her murdercap on and putting drano in the murderbot's syringes, clever girl • it was so "star wars" of her to treat mr. handy like a person and then the guys running the organ trafficking scheme going "you might as well be holding an air conditioner hostage" 😭 • the organ traffickers running the super duper mart ring are so dull and banal evil types, it's so satire

• i just registered those two organ trafficker guys got a camera and can see cooper laid out in front of the store • lucy freeing the ghouls 🥲and one even thanking her [even the feral ones 💀] • poor martha, i peep how we see lucy's grey finger and it being shown used to defend herself against martha in her feral state • organ traffickers got ate up bless • nothing lucy did besides shoot was going to honestly stop martha, sometimes your pacifist playthrough doesn't go as planned • the pip boys still being on and running on the not alive people in vault 32 • "death to management" and it's directly the reference to vault 31's experiment, right there

• lucy walking out of there with mismatched shoes but two shoes nonetheless ☝️ • i guess lucy sincerely did not comprehend cooper is a ghoul or ghoulification, i suppose most vault dwellers literally would never know, that's post war history, wow • lucy asking cooper about if the vials keep him from going feral and he cannot even speak, he can only nod, from a prone position, on the ground--- the power/framing trade off is excellent • lucy bends down, briefly rolls the gun in her hand, while cooper lies helpless, she delivers a fatal line • "i may end up looking like you. but i'll never be like you" harbouring not enough ill will against him despite mistreatment, she gives cooper several vials, directly near his hand. didn't have to do none of that shit! • if i was cooper, i'd be scared as hell of this lady, she took down an organ trafficking ring in a grocery store ran by two armed guys, a murderbot, with some feral ghoul hostages, all of the bad and dangerous people fucking died • she really could've ended cooper right then and there, his devotion in season two gone be unmatched lmao

• i truly think he had a hint of a smile on his face after she helped [save his life] by anyways • lucy walks into the proverbial sunset meanwhile this man shambles into super duper mart about to go on the biggest bender the wasteland has seen since the bombs dropped • cooper gets so fucked up, i lost count how many things he ingested, king said all of 'em • cooper is so goddamn famous, his film "the man from deadhorse" is just sitting next to a tv • you could say here is where cooper has a crisis of conscience whereupon he holds the tape in his hand but truly we know already he had that centuries ago when he filmed "the man from deadhorse"

• cooper watching the scene, the very moment in his life where things started to shift--- he tries to cock an invisible fun, being unable as he remembers his trigger finger is gone [neutral, disarmed, here's where i think he decides he wants to sew on lucy's finger to his hand] it's like he's starting over, a moral rebirth but with his trigger finger • they really made cooper say "you commie son of a bitch" in a western, just ugly propaganda • let's examine "feo, fuerte, y formal" again! "ugly, strong, dignity" does post war cooper have two out of three on that front? is this his step into regaining dignity again? • cooper was always playing characters, it was expected of him and he got paid for it. it feels like a wall is being torn down, something is being shed here. and maybe it's this character he's masquerading as • cooper and lucy both having revelations in the super duper mart--- lucy realising you can't always reason and logic out of a situation and cooper being confronted with the fact you can keep your morality and sense of self intact and a horrible place and situation doesn't have to change you

#fallout #fallout show #ghoulcy #lucy #cooper #the ghoul #text post #my meanderings #the ghouls

[d10nyx]

resident evil works

☆ slice of heaven

ft. leon kennedy x reader

“Are you sure you want this?” The words are whispered breathlessly against the skin of your neck, Leon's lips brushing you lightly, his grip strong on your waist. What he means to say is, are you sure you want me? But the words get caught in his throat. He can't ruin this moment. He doesn't want to scare you off.

☆ silver lining

ft. leon kennedy x puppy!reader

You're the cutest little puppy girl he's ever seen. Fluffy ears atop your head, your tail wagging so fast behind you it's practically a blur. He doesn't even think about it when he calls a worker over, paying for you then and there. He doesn't even blink at the amount of money you cost him. He'd sell a kidney to be able to afford you if he needed it. At least the government pays well.

☆ can't speak

ft. leon kennedy x bratty!reader

Leon's jaw clenches when you worm your way into his office for the hundredth time that day. It's like you've made it your personal goal to test his limits. Sometimes, he thinks it's his own fault. Dating a girl half his age was always going to come with its challenges… He just hadn't expected you to be such a brat.

☆ sneaking out of heaven ▪︎ part one ▪︎ part two ▪︎ finale

ft. leon kennedy x pastor's daughter!reader

If God created everyone in His image, he must have put a little extra of Himself in Leon Kennedy. You're not entirely convinced you're not in the presence of an angel. Or perhaps a demon sent by the devil to lure you into a life of sin.

☆ addicted to hurting

ft. mean coworker!leon x reader

You don't mean to keep moving, but there's something uncomfortable about Leon of all people holding you so close. You try to put some distance between the two of you while staying close enough to feel his body heat. “For fuck-” He lets out a deep breath from his nose, and then he's gripping you tighter, pulling you back against him. “Didn't I tell you to stop moving?”

☆ hey now, you're an all-star (commission)

ft. leon kennedy x reader

“Damn. You're looking shreksy, babe.” “No.” You reply quickly, making your way over to the bed. “Shrektacular?” “Absolutely not.” “Work with me here, angel. I only have so many Shrek puns at my disposal, y'know?” He says cheekily, patting his lap. Another deep, irritated exhale leaves you as you settle, placing your palms firmly on his chest.

☆ nothing's complicated if we pretend

ft. dbf!chris redfield x reader

Chris' face manages to keep it's usual, stoic expression, but you can hear the audible gulp he makes as he processes your words, the crease between his brows deepening slightly. You can tell he's thinking about the fact that your dad is only one room over - that he could come back into the living room at any moment. “Your dad would have a meltdown of epic proportions, and I'd definitely get my ass kicked.” He responds, his gaze flicking down to your lips. “Lucky for you, I happen to be great at covert operations.”

☆ sweet girl / sunflower

ft. dd!chris x lg!reader

“You were also being a bad girl. You know I have to get this work done, and you kept distracting me.” He replies as he spins his chair so he's facing your direction. A crease forms between his brow as he notices you worrying your bottom lip between your teeth. “What have I told you about that?” He sighs, tugging you closer with his hands on your waist before he's reaching a hand up and freeing your lip with his thumb, swiping the pad gently back and forth along it. His expression is already soft. He's a pushover when it comes to you. Always has been.

#masterlist #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy smut #chris redfield smut #chris redfield x you

[aurumacadicus]

My birthday was just on the twelfth so how about 12 for the ficlet challenge?

Happy birthday! 🥳 This will round the prompts out to an even thirty so I'm going to go ahead and close the meme after this. Sorry if I didn't use yours!

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Steve reached out to put his hand on Tony's ankle, hesitating just as his fingertips met the blanket covering him. He drew his hand back slowly. He wasn't sure what to do. If he was allowed. Catastrophically grounded, Strange had called it when he'd come to examine Tony. He'd abstained from using magic so long that his body had purged all of it.

It had been terrifying to watch. It still played in Steve's mind every time he closed his eyes. Tony's armor had dropped around his feet, sloughing off his body in lines of melting gold. The battlefield had gone silent. Even the Doom bots, which should have had no fear and thus no hesitation, had frozen where they were. Tony had sucked in a breath. Lifted a hand toward the glowing arc reactor in his chest. But he hadn't made it in time. His magic had pulsed, bursting out of him with such force that it had burst the glass in every building and car for a ten mile radius.

He'd nearly burned himself out. And there was no telling if he'd ever be able to make more magic.

Steve had never realized how much of Tony was magic. He looked so small in his bed, eyes wide and sightless. Even the reactor's glow seemed dimmer now.

"I didn't know you were a witch," Steve offered. He'd been told talking might help. He'd never known what to say, before. He figured anything would be better than nothing at this point, though. Even Rhodey hadn't been able to get a response the few times he'd gotten leave to come visit. "Was it a secret? Or was I just oblivious?"

Tony said nothing. Steve hadn't really expected him to. He waited a beat, then reached out again, taking Tony's hand in his. It was cold. He brought his other hand up and clasped Tony's hand between both of his own.

"Techno-mage?" he murmured thoughtfully. "Or. Electricity maybe." He remembered how Tony's magic had pulsed, a deep, echoing thing he felt more in his chest than heard with his ears. "Sound?"

Tony's hand twitched in his grip. Steve fought the urge to lunge to his feet, bellow that there had been a change so everyone could pile in to see him. No need to get worked up, he told himself, casually sliding his gaze up to Tony's face. Tony's gaze was just as blank as before. The corners of his lips had turned down into a frown though.

"Tony?" Steve asked gently. "Can you hear me?"

Tony said nothing. His hand didn't twitch again. Steve sighed, shoulders sagging. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead to the back of Tony's wrist. He'd heard that sometimes, being cut off from their magic could kill a witch. Tony hadn't died, but it had been a near thing. He wondered if maybe that wouldn't have been better. How happy could Tony be, a shell of himself like this?

Steve lifted his head again, looking up at Tony's face. "It's getting late." He ran his thumb over Tony's knuckles gently. "I should go." He hadn't, at the beginning. He and the others had decided, in a tense emergency meeting, that Steve having the wherewithal to leave himself was less traumatizing than him being dragged out to shower and eat under duress. He brushed his lips over the back of Tony's hand, then patted it gently as he stood. "I'll come back in the morning."

He was almost out the door when his sharp ears caught a breathy, weak, "...tay..."

Steve turned on his heel, stunned. He reached out to grab the doorway to brace himself. Tony looked just as unaware as he had a moment ago--as he had the entire time he'd been laid out in bed. "Tony?" he asked, hope nearly choking the word back down.

"...Stay," Tony said, more air than sound.

Steve crossed back over to him in several long steps, snatching his hand back up as he bent closer to him. "You want me to stay the night?"

Finally, miraculously, Tony's gaze drifted up to his face. His eyes were damp as he whispered, "Please."

"Anything you want," Steve answered, relief sinking down to his bones as he sagged back into his chair.

"...Here," Tony offered, his other hand twitching at his side.

"On the bed? Yeah," he answered, standing back up. "I can help you warm up. Can I be a wolf? I. I'll be. Like a weighted blanket then. And I'm. Softer. That way."

"'kay," Tony answered softly.

Steve worried he was just being agreeable because he was too exhausted to be anything else, but he decided he wasn't going to be sorry. Tony's core temperature had dropped. 'His inner spark unable to maintain its temperature,' Strange had said, and 'prescribed' keeping him as warm as possible. Steve's lupine body would work in place of the hot water bottles tucked at Tony's feet, the electric blanket covering him. Besides, Tony had always liked burying his fingers in Steve's coarse fur when he could. He could warm his hands with skin contact.

Maybe he couldn't do anything about Tony's magic. But he could help try and get his temperature regulated. That Tony was aware and could speak was an improvement, after all.

If nothing else, Steve would at least have more information to give Bruce and Strange when they came in to check on him in the morning.

#aurumacadicus answers #anon #1-161 stony ficlet challenge #stony #anyway steve wakes up to tony weakly slapping wherever he can reach because he is BOILING #the magic is back on the menu steve please he's dying get off

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

Indiposed: chapter one (Noah Sebastian fanfic)

18+

Link to the prologue: https://www.tumblr.com/magnificentstrawberryomen/751033862216450048/indiposed-noah-sebastian-fanfic?source=share

chapter one

The hour after me doing Noah's makeup and getting him dressed passed by quickly, and I make my way next to the stage to stand next to Bryan, the band's photographer. We talk a bit before the show begins, and while doing so, I look around me-a full crowd is surrounding us, full of excited fans wearing merch and/or all kinds of alternative styled looks. Their excitement, happiness and nerves all came together in the room, making me feel the same thing as well. The love that everyone shares for the band is so strong, and it's amazing to see and feel.

But when the lights go off, and the intro that the band has put together plays on the screen, everyone goes wild. And the crowd really loses it when the band comes up, making me grin like some proud mother. They truly deserve this, being this appreciated and adored by the people here, because they most definitely are. 

As always, the band does an amazing job, and I sing along with a lot of songs which I do every night, either backstage or sometimes besides the stage like right now. Sometimes a few of their fans recognize me, so I smile and wave at them. It's still something to get used to sometimes, not gonna lie. I am pretty known in their fandom because of the backstage content I share when doing the guys' makeup and styling, or just silly moments in my Instagram-story, and I've read and seen that they really appreciate and like that. It's sweet, and I get a lot of compliments from my work too. 

I can notice Noah sneaking a few glances at me from time to time, and I try not to let it get too much to me-especially when he looks, well, let's say rather good while singing. It's almost like he knows what he knows what he is doing at moments like that… but I know that he is aware how good looking people find him. And somehow, also of me. Asshole.

The show is a big success, a big part of the crowd sings-or scream, my poor ears-the lyrics along from the bottom of their heart, the mosh pits are big and as heavy as it should be at a metal concert, and the band and the people connect so well. I can tell it gives Noah a big rush of energy, because of the way he is smiling, goofing around with the band, jumping and putting his all into the show. It makes my heart all warm, and I again feel so proud of all of them. 

I leave a couple of minutes before the show is over, because that's usually chaos with crowds as big as these. I wait for the band to hand them their towels and guard them safely backstage with the rest of the crew.

Noah, drenched in sweat, is the last member that quickly runs towards me, a big and pleased smile on his face. I return the same smile and hand him his towel, while saying: `That was such a great show!´

He grabs the towel and quickly wipes the sweat off his face, looking at me with the same excitement he had on stage. `Fuck, it was. It was amazing,´ he grinned, running a hand through his damp hair and running the towel over it after.

`It truly was, Noah. You all did such an amazing job, I'm so proud of you,´ I say and his smile only grows bigger, just as the twinkle in his dark brown eyes. 

`Glad to know I didn't disappoint anyone, including you,´ he answers with a sly smile and I playfully hit his arm with my fist.

`You couldn't Noah, you know that.´

`Hey guys, don't forget the afterparty,´ we hear Nick say when he looks around the corner, a playful smile on his lips when he sees us standing together. `We have just half an hour to get ready and to get there, sooo… I don't know what you guys are planning to do,´ he says with a shrug and a grin after, and I grab Noah's towel out of his hands so I can slap Nick against his shoulder with it.

`Hey! Ouch! Just fucking kidding of course,´ he says while rubbing his arm after, but his smile remains on his face.

`Very funny. Don't worry, we will get ready now,´ I answer him while rolling my eyes.

The other bandmates-and especially Nick, Jesus-seem to be very fond of making jokes like that about me and Noah since we grew closer and know each other longer, and I always try to ignore it, laugh along or joke back. Noah usually does the same, but he does seem to enjoy the jokes a little too much sometimes, which can get me a little flustered.

`Hey, Hailey, can I ask you something?´ Noah asks when I scared Nick away with his towel, and I nod. He scratches his neck, and asks me with a kind, little smile: `How about I accompany you tonight? For the party, I mean? Like, that we go together, the two of us?´

It's impossible to say no when he looks like a shy, lost puppy when asking me that. `Yeah, sure,´ I smile. `As long as we make it look professional and friendly,´ I say, and I feel my cheeks turning red after that. `Because it is, of course…´

`Oh yes, of course,´ he chuckles. `Dont worry about it, I'll behave alright,´ he smirks with a wink after. 

For fucks sake, that definitely does not make my cheeks any less red. I still have to fight back my smile though, and I nod. `Alright, I will get changed now, and text you when I'm ready.´

`Yeah, cool.´

`Okay, see you soon,´ I smile. The security and crew make sure we first get to our hotel safely, making sure we don't get mobbed or seen.

Once I checked in my own room, I quickly get ready, stressing just a little because I know I have to hurry. I put on some makeup, do my hair, put on my favorite perfume and a little black dress with that looks good on my body but is also good enough to go out with for a party. 

After I'm sure enough that I'm ready to go, I text Noah that I'm ready and am waiting for him in the hallway that's close to the band members' rooms. I nervously tick with my fingers against my phone case. I always get a little nervous when I go to social gatherings, so I am kinda relieved that me and Noah will attend together, so I won't have to show up all by myself and be all awkward when having to greet people and such.

I spot Noah walking towards me, his hand running through his mid-long hair and smiling at me with a kind and admiring smile. He looks good in his black open blouse with short sleeves, a tank top and tight pants underneath in the same color-of course. 

`Wow… you look really good,´ he says when approaching me, looking me up and down with a genuine grin. I smile back at him, tucking some of my dark wavy hair behind my hair, feeling kinda flustered because of his compliment.

`Thank you. You look quite nice yourself,´ I compliment him back.

His grin widens and he offers me his arm, asking me: `Ready to go?´

I nod, accepting his arm with a small smile, before he leads me to the exit door of the hotel and we walk a small few minutes in comfortable silence through the little cold air.

Once we go through a lightly cracking, heavy backdoor of a almost hidden building (I guess this is some secret afterparty place only known for people in the music and acting scene) and we get checked by a funny looking tall guy with a beard almost coming till his waist, music starts blasting through my ears. The crowded, dark room has a big blue bowl of light on the ceiling, shining through the room onto the dancing people in the room. 

`This is your kind of party, right?´ Noah jokes when he notices the way I'm looking… kinda lost around here. Literally the only people I know here are the band and some crew members, and the rest of the people are all strangers to me. It makes me kinda anxious-I have no problem being social and talkative around my familiar circle, or when I have and need to be professional for my job, but other than that… Yeah, I can kinda struggle and be awkward most of the time.

And that's why I answer him: `Yeah… I do need a drink though,´ I sheepishly laugh, already walking towards a table full of drinks I am spotting.

`Alright, we’ll get you a drink then,´ Noah chuckles when he follows behind me, standing pretty close to me as we pick up our drinks before continuing to walk around and greet some people. The simple gesture of his hand on my lower back when I poured in our drinks keeps replaying in my head, and thank God the room is so warm that the light blush on my face can easily be associated with that. 

We talk a bit with the people we greet or get greeted by (well, they mostly recognize Noah, which is fair), feeling his gaze on me now and then. What makes me stick to sipping… quickly and a lot. Oops. I can’t help it, he makes me nervous like that and I was already anxious, and the drinks are right there for me to grab. So can you really blame me though?

When we continue walking through the room (with me starting to stumble around and dance like a fucking idiot), Noah looks down at me and starts laughing lightly. `So, you are enjoying yourself quite a bit huh?´

`I do, yeah,´ I giggle, and heavily nod while saying so.

`Slow down will you, though? We have been here for only…´ He stops to look at his watch, and then back at me with an amusing smile. `Forty-five minutes.´

`Oh shut up,´ I tease. `Go have some more yourself.´

He chuckles at my sassy tone, clearly finding me being drunk funny. `You know…´ He starts, moving even closer to me now. I gulp. `You should be careful… If you continue like this I might have to carry you on my shoulder back to the hotel.´ His eyes still twinkle with amusement, but I can sense some kind of serious, worried tone in his voice though.

`You are really brave thinking I can’t take care of myself so you have a reason to pick me up and carry me,´ I chuckle and roll my eyes. `I might be a… líttle drunk, but I can still think more clearly than these two,´ I add, and I look at two people standing in the corner of the room, trying to make their way towards the exit while barely being able to stand on their feet.

Noah laughs at that, shaking his head slowly. `Well, I never said you aren’t able to take care of yourself or whatever… But what I meant is that, once you’re way further past this state, you might rethink your decision on going home alone tonight.´ After that he shrugs, adding: `Trust me, I’ve been there.´

`We’ll see, Sebastian,´ I slur and run towards the middle of the room after. `I want to dance first!´ I then yell through the loud music.

When in the middle of the dance room and the crowd, I begin moving my body and hips at the rhythm of the music, my eyes closed, getting a little lost in the moment and the music. It feels good and freeing, and the alcohol makes me forget my usual social anxiety that I would get-I just focus on how good I currently feel and smile.

When I open my eyes again, I see Noah laughing for a bit when he watches me dance. His arms are crossed when his eyes linger over my body, and I gesture for him to come join me. He grins and steps in my pace, moving his hips to the rhythm as well alongside me. 

  `Oh shit my boy got moves!´ I giggle and grab his hips without thinking, pushing them against mine. `I am still the winner here though, watch out,´ I tease and another drunk laugh escapes from my mouth.

An arrogant smirk appears on his face when he puts a little more effort into dancing. He plays along to my game immediately. `Hmm, is that so?´

I smile with my eyes closed when I feel his body getting more pressed against mine, and I hate to admit it… but it does some things to me. When I open my eyes again, I hold his gaze while still moving my hips against his. His smirk only grows wider and he keeps repeating my movements, moving them faster while dancing more intensely with me, keeping his eyes locked in mine as well. 

I feel my cheeks getting hot when his sudden movements make me let out a small whimper-how fucking embarrising. So I just make a little prayer hoping that the music was loud enough for him to not hear that, but we keep standing closer to each other.

`Oh… Someone’s a little tipsy huh?´ Noah softly and playfully says with a hint of flirtation. 

`Shh,´ I say, slightly irritated, but when I see his handsome smile on his face I can’t stay irritated for long. I rest my hands in his neck and press my forehead against his. Noah lets out a soft chuckle, it being like a warm brush of air on my face.

`Is there anything else you wanna tell or show me, little tipsy girl?...´ he says in a flirtatious tone, moving even closer to me, our faces just centimeters away from each other. Oh god. I feel the music slowly disappear around me, my own racing heartbeat and his voice the only sounds filling my red ears. I can’t pretend his words have no effect on me. I can’t even pretend that I’m starting to feel even more madly attracted to him right now-who am I even kidding?

Noah slowly wraps his arms around my hips as he pulls me even closer, his face close to my neck, I can feel the breath going through his nose on it. I close my eyes-my neck is a very sensitive spot of mine, and my body and mind are starting to almost lose it at this point. The desire grows by the second, wishing he would just put his goddamn lips on my skin already. 

Thinking and wishing this is so bad.

And of course this fucker moves his face even closer to my neck, he can clearly tell how sensitive this spot of mine is. His breath is just lingering centimeters away from my neck, and it sends shivers all over it.

`You know,´ he starts, almost sounding seductive to me, `I think you’re more than just tipsy…´

Well he is goddamn right, because I am feeling very drunk right now. `Hmm,´ I just casually hum, ´so?´

`So…´ lingers after an amused chuckle escaping from his mouth. His face becomes even closer, he makes sure I feel my breath gazing against my sensitive spot every time he exhales. His hands are now wrapped tightly around my waist, slightly squeezing my hips. It’s insane how quickly he makes me feel such a strong desire for him and his touch-I almost want to beg him to place his lips right there.

`I think… I think I could make your tipsy night better,´ he finally continues his sentence after what seems to be the longest thirty seconds of my life. 

My body fills itself even more with desire, it screams along with my head that he feels and thinks the same kinda things as I do. I open my eyes again to look at Noah, looking back at me with his damn attractive smirk of his. He’s good at this and he clearly knows it, but two can play this game, right?

`Can you?´ I tease him back.

`Well,´ he says again with a flirtatious tone, his hands squeezing my hips even tighter, his breath still lingering just centimeters above my neck. `Yes… I think I can.´

`Interesting. And when will that start then, exactly?´

I am totally not fuming with a wildfire of need for him while saying that, of course.

`Hmm, oh, well…´ he says in that flirty, attractive way that he is so good at doing. It takes a few seconds before he starts slightly grazing his lips against my neck, almost like a whisper. God-that could almost send me over the edge alone. But I try to keep it cool, and the only thing I do is smirk at his actions.

`Don’t you have a little bit of sleep every night though, because of tour? Shouldn’t you be a smart boy and go rest early?´

`That’s true… We do have pretty long and exhausting tours every night.´ He pauses a few seconds before he continues. `But… I also feel that joining you in your little ‘tipsy’ adventure is just a little too tempting…´

And I almost roll my eyes back out of a response of pleasure when he begins moving his lips against my neck again-this time a bit longer and slightly more aggressively. Dear. Lord. Have mercy.

I bite my full underlip though to contain it all, asking him sweetly: `Don’t you want me to remember it all, though?´

Noah chuckles for a second before he begins speaking again, his lips still lingering and gazing against my neck as he does so. `Do you think you won’t remember this later?...´ he asks me in a teasing tone as he increases the length of kisses on my neck.

I would definitely remember a lot of this later, somehow I’m not the kind of drunk that forgets a lot or has little to no control left over what they are doing. Hence why he has permission to do all of this with me right now.

`Well, you just said that I give you the impression that I am more than just a little tipsy…´ I say with a sly smile, just teasing him back for my own fun. God, his kisses on my neck feel so good, I need to stay concentrated on my act though.

Noah laughs for a bit, it vibrates on my neck and makes my body slightly shake, and I can’t help but smile after his joyful laughter. 

`Alright, I guess you may have a point there…´ he says as he continues moving his goddamn lips against my goddamn neck, with even more pressure as he does so. His hands are still tight around my hips, keeping me close to him as he continues doing what he’s doing.

He makes it so, so hard to not give in, cause what he is doing is extremely hot to me and feels so good. So I bite my lip even harder, and before I slowly push him away from me, I make sure to grind a little against his hips, just to get him back. `I also have to get up early in the morning… This moment was fun though.´

`Hmm, alright alright, of course. And that will all go well while being this ‘tipsy’, you believe?´ he asks after my movement and comment, the grin on his face teasing and daring. 

`Yes,´ I respond, sticking my tongue out after a little laugh. He lets out a laugh himself because of my drunken, teasing act, and I roll my eyes.

`Oh shut up Sebastian,´ I say to him with fake annoyance, my eyes scanning the room to find the exit door. Once I have found it, I gesture to him to follow me, so we make our way towards the door through the sweating and still dancing bodies. My body is filled with excitement and adrenaline, curious to find out where this night will lead us even more than just the teasing and his lips touching my neck, setting my whole body and mind on fire alone.

#noahsebastian #noah sebastian #noah sebastian bad omens #noah sebastian smut #bad omens cult #bad omens #bad omens fanfiction #smut #romantic #intimacy #18+ story #18+ only #tumblr fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction

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Continue the legacy pt 2

Leclerc son x Verstappen daughter

Masterlist of the story

Wc: 1100+

Summary: The families are happily spending the holidays. Well one of them is happy, the other has a bit of drama.

A/N: I know almost nothing about Nelson Piquet. His reactions are for the story and I do not know what he thinks of it.The same counts for Kelly. Keep in mind everything is fictional.

2028- Christmas

Winter break had been going great for Charles. He didn't have to leave every week to go to the other side of the world. He could wake up next to his wife, sun shining through the curtains. The sound of snores coming out of the living room from Leo and Jules quietly asleep in the room next to theirs. It was heaven in his eyes.

Charles feels Alex move next to him, trying to get out of the bed, but Charles trows his arm around her body to pull her back. He laughs and escapes her lips as she turns around to face her husband. "Charles, we have to get ready to meet your family." she went with her hand trough his hair, making him smile and kiss her on the cheek

"They can wait five more minutes." Alexandra gave into her husband, knowing that he would just pull back if she tried to leave again. Unfortunately for Charles, Leo started whining, meaning he had to go out. Charles groans and Alex laughs at his antics as she stands up to let Leo in the garden.

He follows her out of the bedroom and walks towards Jules's room. "Bonjoir mon étoile, did you sleep well?" he asks, even though Jules couldn't speak yet. Jules was at the age that he started to brabble a bit more and sometimes he tried to say words. Charles finds it adorable when Jules looks up at him, giggles leaving his mouth as he energetically moves around. He had made it his job to let 'papa' be his first word.

Later that day the family of three entered Pascales home. "Merry Christmas, Maman." Charles says to his mother, placing three kisses on her cheeks. She thanks him before embracing Alexandra in a hug and gives her kisses too. "Merry Christmas everyone." Jules lets out a little giggle from the touch as his grandmother places a kiss on his cheeks.

"There is my favorite nephew," Artur says as he walks up to Jules to give him a hug. Jules lets out a laugh as Arthur tickles him. "Can you give me a high five, give your favorite uncle a high five," The youngest Leclerc brother puts out his hand, but his nephew just walks back to his father. This caused them all to laugh at him.

"he is also your only nephew," Charles tells his younger brother as he picks up his son from the floor. He walks over to his mother to greet her and gives her three kisses on the cheek. "Where is Lorenzo?"

"Him and Charlotte are stuck in traffic, they will be here shortly." She answers her son as she walks over to her daughter to give her a kiss. "Great to see you again. "

Alexandra smiles at the older woman, "We brought tiramisu for dessert. "

¨ You didn't have to do that. We already have so much,΅ the older woman said as she took the tray from her daughter in law and went to put it in the fridge.

"You can never have too many desserts Maman." Arthur says as he picks up a cookie from the table. His mother is quick to pat his hand away and give him a look of disapproval. "Get your hand away and wait for your brother to arrive." Arthur lets out an annoyed puff and goes to sit on the couch.

At dinner later that evening the family of 7 are seated at the dinner table, talking about if Charles and Alexandra were going to put their son into karting.

"If he does, let's hope he doesn't get a rival with his peers like his dad did. Always looking for trouble on and off the track.." Pascale laughs as she remembers her son's attics from his karting career.

"You never know. Maybe Verstappen's child does karting too and they just become the smaller versions of their dads."

"It had been so long ago that Max and I pushed each other off the tracks. But sure, time will tell." Charles says he can only hope that wouldn't happen.

As they continue their conversation, Charles can't help but feel grateful for this moment with his family, surrounded by love and laughter. He knows that these moments are precious and fleeting, with him being away all the time and he's determined to cherish them every step of the way.

It was quite funny moment that the Verstappen's were discussing the same topic in the grand villa in Brazil. Only, it was being spoken about rather poorly. The atmosphere was tense, with the air thick with unspoken emotions. Nelson Piquet had been eyeing his youngest granddaughter lying in her crib with concern.

"Shouldn't you like to try to get a son to continue our legacy?" Nelson Piquet commented, his voice dripping with condescension. "After all, family is everything, isn't it?" He glanced at Max, who was already rolling his eyes in exasperation.

"Sofie can always pick up racing if she develops an interest in it," Max replied, trying to politely steer the conversation away from the sensitive topic. But the older man wasn't having any of it.

"Don't be ridiculous," he said, his tone growing increasingly annoyed. "She's a woman, they don't belong on a race track." He looked at Max with disappointment.

"I never asked for your opinion on her career, so you can just keep your mouth shut," Max shot back, his temper flaring.

Kelly scolded him sharply. "Max, don't talk to my father like that," she said, trying to intervene. But Max was too angry to listen.

"I don't give a fuck if he is your father," he said, his voice rising. "He's a sexist person. If any woman wants to get into motorsport then she does what she wants. None of them asked for your opinion on it." He picked up Sofie and walked towards the door.

"I am just going back to the hotel," he said, as he reached for the door handle. "Merry Christmas and a Happy new year." With that, he walked out of the room, leaving Kelly and her father looking at each other in stunned silence.

Kelly didn't even try to stop him from leaving, but instead walked over to her father and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Don't mind him," she said, trying to calm him. But her father just shook his head, his expression clouded with disappointment and anger. "I never liked him. You could do so much better."

At that moment Penelope walked back into the living room, having gone to the toilet. "Where is Maxy?"

"He decided to leave earlier with Sofie. We will see him tomorrow." Kelly walked over to her daughter, who looked confused at the people in front of her, feeling the tension from miles away. She just dropped the topic, not wanting to steer anything more. She would have to ask Max.

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Next chapter will be better because Sofie and Jules will be older. I just giving some background chapters.

Tag list: @hiireadstuff @nikfigueiredo @elliott-calls @g-l-o-b-e-w-h-o-r-e

#formula 1 #formule 1 #f1 #charles leclerc #max verstappen #lestappen #mv1 #continue the legacy #alexandra mleux #alexandra saint mleux #arthur leclerc #lorenzo leclerc #pascale leclerc #nelson piquet #kelly piquet #penelope piquet #christmas #new year #f1 fanfic #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic

[accidentally-in-fictional-love]

🤔🦉🌶️ please <3

Sugar and Spice - Spicy Jack Delroy Headcanons

Warnings: Gender-neutral reader, exhibition/voyeur tendencies

Notes: Tried to have a nap, couldn't hack it, back up again for more writing :3c Tried to keep these just on the cusp of NSFW so the smut emoji has more weight to it, but these are indeed a bit spicy hehe they're all reader-coded so I hope that's okay, thank you so much for the request, I had a lot of fun with these ones 😏💗💗💗

loving Jack Delroy is like loving two people at once: the charismatic TV show host who smiles for the cameras, and the real him who only shows himself when all the cameras are gone

he's so engrained into being a showman that even when you're alone with him it feels like a performance, but not in the way that makes you think he's presenting a false self, more like he can't help but constantly tell you everything you want to hear; this mainly comes out when the lights are down and his hands are on you, his voice low as he reads your every cue and promises you everything you want him to do to you

as such, his dirty talk is top notch, always guaranteed to send heat exactly where he wants it once he's made up his mind to make you come undone

he loves to show you off, your arm always entwined with his own when you're out in public so everyone knows that you're his, the proof of that in every paper

you have your own designated seat in the front row of Night Owls, and while he's perfectly fine while the cameras are on him, being that close but unable to touch you while the commercials are running and everyone's eyes are off him often leads to him stealing you away with a smile to the nearest hidden corner

his dressing room is a constant place to sneak away to before and after his shows, so much so that you've started hiding spare clothes and supplies in the back of the topmost drawer just out of sight

sometimes he likes to leave the door unlocked, just so he can hold you down and keep you keening as people walk around just outside, the threat of Leo or Gus walking in and seeing how he couldn't wait to get you home only heightening every touch

he loves being able to please you, his favourite position being between your thighs as you mess up his perfectly combed hair and wrinkle his pristinely ironed suits

he craves your attention at all times unless he's seriously working, needing to be near you and make contact in some way even if it's just your legs draped over his as he makes business calls on the couch

for as much as he loves to see your reactions to his promises, he thrives on your praise even more, your whispers of how wonderful he is, how good he makes you feel, so weak to it that you have to be careful what you say when you're around other people

while he prefers to gently hold you and cover you in kisses wherever he can reach until you're a blushing mess, he also loves it when his soft kisses get you too hot under the collar until you become desperate for more

he loves to put on shows for you, from slowly and methodically stripping as you watch to make you want him, to touching himself while you're kept at bay until he's ready to let you do whatever you want to him, your eyes on him his favourite and most potent aphrodisiac

his kisses often taste like whiskey and cigarettes, the strengths of which actually able to tell you when he's stressed, but you telling him he's doing a good job and buttering him up until he's putty in your hands can be a good remedy

for as easy as he can control you just with that devilish mouth on your neck, he's surprisingly easy to control right back, liking when he can drop all pretense and worship you whenever you feel the desire to ask

while he tries not to show it, he can be very jealous and possessive under the right circumstances, and seeing you with anyone else can get him to speak louder, gain everyone's attention so he can be the only one focusing on you, his hand finding its place on your hip and holding you close

he loves being able to mark you up with lovebites, and while they're mostly kept out of sight so you don't have to overdress, he instantly goes weak when you wear them with pride on your neck, no makeup to cover them up from the world

he's teased you before with the idea of using a camera in the bedroom, but for the most part he just takes photos of you to decorate his private office at home with to your embarrassment (you not-so-secretly love to indulge him though)

he loves using petnames with you, using sweet ones in public and coded ones for when he wants to let you know he needs you, but there's only one he uses when it's just the two of you at home, wrapped in each other's arms

due to his days in radio and now TV training him well, he's very composed whenever things start to get steamy, so if you can push his buttons in all the right ways and make him lose that composure, babble nonsense and groan into your ear due to how badly he wants you, you know you're seeing his truest self

#Ray's Headcanons #Ray's Requests #david dastmalchian #jack delroy #jack delroy x reader #my readmores keep shifting down and I have to keep editing my posts to fix it OTL it'd better not do it for this one or I'm screaming #I've had a very productive writing day so far between these and F/U ;w;

[hella1975]

hiiii haha. hello. exceptionally awkward introduction bc idrk how to start something like this so let's just jump right in. im taking a break from this account for a bit. i know i said i wanted taob out before halloween and currently im fine sticking with that deadline, but if i decide i need longer away then i will take longer away. every time ive reassured people that id never abandon a fic and updates will always come eventually i never once considered that my writing and ability to feel safe and comfortable on this site would be actively taken from me, so im not even going to apologise. i dont want this either and more importantly i dont fucking deserve it. i dont know what it is in the past year, if ive hit a certain amount of followers or 'popularity' that's made it so the natural ratio of positive to negative interactions must in turn go up, but there's been a serious uptick in weird asks for me. the annoying part is that a very small amount of them are actually objectively mean and hateful, the rest are just weird and invasive from people who seemingly dont realise that's what they're being. ive reached a point where i dont care if the intentions are good. it's not my job as a 20 year old tumblr user of all things to defend the morality of someone who couldnt even bother to come off anon. unfortunately, after blocking only one or two anons, the weird asks have decreased substantially, which says all you need to know about the fascinating and exhilarating lives led by these people, but ive also gone on to turn anon asks off entirely. this is something i actively fought against doing and had to be pushed into by my mutuals (who have been the coolest people on planet earth during this entire thing). turning off anon was a big deal to me even if it sounds silly. i felt betrayed and like id been backed into a corner because it was so vehmently something i DIDNT WANT that to feel like i had to do it anyway for my own mental health??? that sucks. so even though ive 'fixed' the problem, im still kind of reeling and uncomfortable every time i come on tumblr. i hope it's just something i need time to ease because i'll truly be devastated if this becomes 'ruined' for me. tumblr exists as the only place in the world where i am honestly every facet of myself without shame or hesitation; losing that would be insanely harmful to me. and to the people who cant appeal to the actual human behind the post, let me put that in words you can understand: we wouldn't get any more writing 😦😦😦 riots and fires and sirens, i know. so yeah. to anyone who has sent me an anon ask and you're now wondering if you were part of the problem, im firmly of the belief that you'll know if you are. when i say 'weird asks' i dont mean 'you sent me a para about your personal life just to vent or ask for advice' or 'you sent me a really deep emotional compliment about the impact me and/or my writing has had on you' - i love asks like that, so much that i put off taking a break and turning off anon solely for the joy they bring me. im sorry that it might feel like you're being punished too bc of the actions of what in reality is a HANDFUL of weird people, but this is what i feel like i have to do to feel safe and not go insane every time i log in. love you guys, hopefully ill see you soon x

#seriously another shout out to my mutuals #id particularly like to say thank you to boom who's always right there for me no matter what's happening or how insane im being #and also everyone in our little discord that wound up having to make a whole new channel for venting #bc i was there so often like 'today's weird ask isssss.... telling me about my cupsize!! rip them to shreds!!!' #hannah and theo especially being there and pushing me to finally turn off anon. war is truly over #and of course rori bc the shamelessness u show when hating on my anon asks has been genuinely really cathartic #sometimes u really do just need a rottweiler mutual to tell random people online to kill themselves 😭 #okay weird oscar acceptance speechcore gratitude over. i do just rlly love my mutuals #like i went three years not telling anyone about the worse side of internet popularity for fear of looking spoiled and ungrateful #so for the first time to open up about it and be met with outrage on my behalf and people saying in fact it's MORE fucked up #than i initially realised bc ive grown desensitised to it is. yeah cathartic i guess #they are singlehandedly reassuring me of the good this cursed app still holds #so everyone thank them and send them flowers NOW #okay im done i think. see you guys soon. i truly do want to come back asap bc like i said i NEVER EVEN WANTED TO FUCKING LEAVE #SOME ASSHOLES JUST HAD TO PUT GRENADES ON WHAT I ASSUMED WERE VERY UNIVERSAL AND OBVIOUS BOUNDARIES #if you're reading this like 'ohhh fuck i defo sent something invasive lately. i thought it was a joke/we were friends' #then 1) we arent friends if you're on anon. it immediately creates a power imbalance where you know me and any necessary context #but i have no idea who you are or how much you know about me. that's already a fucked dynamic #and 2) I HOPE YOU FEEL BAD. LIKE GENUINELY I HOPE YOU FEEL AWFUL AND HAVE A GOOD LONG LOOK AT YOURSELF #okay i think that's all. ta-ra lads??? how tf do u end something like this #ive queued this to reblog a couple more times throughout the day

[blluespirit]

I sort of like the thought that Zuko and Aang take the Sun Warriors' warning not to tell anyone about the dragons a little more seriously… and they keep it between them. Of course, they trust Sokka, Toph and Katara. Of course they know they wouldn’t tell anyone, but now three people (including Iroh) know the truth about Ran and Shaw. And that’s three too many when you’re trying to keep a secret.

(and there are other people at the temple as well - like Haru, Teo and The Duke - who, while trustworthy, aren’t as close to them as the others, and when it comes to secrets with as much consequence as this one, you can’t afford to take any chances.)

Furthermore, the culture within the Fire Nation since Sozin’s rein has been warped. The culture is not to respect the dragons as the original firebenders, it’s to conquer and kill them. It’s the ultimate proof of your strength as a firebender. All it takes is one mistake before rumour spreads, and people go looking for the ultimate hunt. It’s not something Zuko or Aang can risk.

Whether Katara, Toph and Sokka (and Suki) ever find out the truth is up to you. But post-war, after Zuko returns from a strange, poorly explained trip with a dragon, and eventually develops the ability to use rainbow fire, either the others have some questions about Aang’s knowing look, or they are finally let in on a monumental secret.

#it’s a kids show so i think for that reason it was played for laughs about keeping the dragons a secret is not necessarily a bad choice... #the show does that sometimes where it says something off hand and then leaves me lying face down contemplating ✨the consequences✨ of that #but there are some… implications there about being too loose lipped with the truth in leading up to the end of and immediately post #war fire nation. just because zuko understands the spiritual significance of a dragon it does not mean the rest of his people will. actuall #its more likely that they'd reject zuko's opinion considering that he's basically coming into power and then telling everyone that #they've been lied to their whole lives. the fire nation is drowning in propaganda. for a lot of people this opinion of dragons and #firebending's true nature being violence and destruction is all they know. fire is LIFE but to most people that's an alien concept #and in terms of keeping secrets - it’s not even a matter of trust it’s a matter of too many people knowing #you might not even realised you’ve revealed some incredible information to someone who has the means to spread it or pursue it #so… i think zuko would be hyper aware of this. since he grew up hearing stories about the 'glory' of dragon hunting #and since iroh has also made a concerted effort to keep this information hidden i think it makes sense he’d be very hesitant to let it #get out to the public #aang would agree i think esp if zuko explained the importance of hiding them even from loved ones #ALSO random but it also makes me wonder what the fire nation said about roku in wake of the war #he had a dragon but he didn’t kill it. he didn’t ’conquer’ it #sozin would have had to work his ASS off to reframe history as him being the more… loyal(?) patriotic (?) of the two #did he frame it as roku didn’t have the courage to kill a dragon??? that he lacked the strength of a true firebender? #the avatar works hard but sozin's propaganda machine works harder 🧍‍♀️ #zuko #aang #avatar the last airbender #zuko & aang #jack talks #sun warriors #book 3 #what is it with me having a whole separate post in the tags 👁️👄👁️

[476b]

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#ooouuuugghhhhhhh ive spend the last hour making myself sad :( #whyd i have to go catch feelings for someone who Could Not Give A Shit lol #its a blessing that im moving or i would probably just slowly kill myself for the next year #watching him Very Obviously like someone more than me lol #worst part is everyone knows im just some sadsack sidepiece #and like we were never 'together' so idk wtf im upset about!!! #i could go out and do just as much as he does!!! #but i guess i just wish it had been different and that i had gotten closer w everyone else before i had to leave :( #because now i really feel like i could have been spending way more time w everyone if i had stopped waiting for him to invite me to things #he never invited me to shit anyways!! i was ALWAYS the one to ask 'hey are you free sometime' #EVERY SINGLE TIME #killing him with hammers in my mind #i deserve so much better and i KNOW that but hes hot and smart and has such cool friends #and i just really wanted to be part of that group so badly #and i dont have any relationship expirience i dont know how all of this is supposed to Work i just #i dont know i guess i thought it would be different #anyways im seeing him again tomorrow for what might be the last time #and i wont tell him any of the things i should bc ill see his stupid beautiful face and forget everything i wanted to say #you know this mother fucker wont even help me move? more than an entire year together and he flat out says no to helping me #and i know for a Fact he'll never come visit me #and ill probably drive my stupid little ass down two+ hours just to see him #you know hes got at least two guys willing to drive hours just for him #i need to meet this other guy so we can unionize #cus i guarenteeeee hes probably treating this guy not much better than me #and i say probably the last time bc now itll be reliant on him actually making a fucking effort to see me lol #or itll just be at shows and stuff #not like itll make a big difference cus we onky saw each other once or twice a month ANYWAYS #actually makes me so angry why did i spend so much mental energy on this guy #ILL FIND SOMEONE IN ALBANY WHO ACTUALLY FUCKING LIKES ME JUST YOU GUYS WAIT #btw if i know you irl... ignore this... its shameful...

[pepsitwist]

still dodging rampage spoilers like theyre the fucking plague, but i gotta say, i have no idea why they did it tonight. seeing how late everything went just...why? why do this tonight? ive only ever been to two shows and BOTH shows had issues with everyone leaving after dynamite. which is understandable. you go in, watch dark elevation, watch dynamite (which arguably always has the more interesting booking and most of the storylines), and then still have an hour to go? so adding on a whole SECOND HOUR onto the pretaped THIRD SHOW you watch in a night is just too much. 

#i went to week two of fyter fest this year and lemme tell you. by rampage almost everyone was gone #one half of the arena was already empty so having more than half of the ppl that DID come leave?? #that ruined the energy #cannot IMAGINE having a second hour of rampage like this tonight #im surprised anybody stayed #and if the booking is as bad as ppl are saying then holy shit #i REALLY cant believe ppl stayed. tk has to figure this shit out #soooo sick of the whole 'this is gonna be an amazing show' instantly followed by one of the shows being god awful #if youre doing a special rampage. then DONT DO IT ON WEDNESDAY!! #as soon as i heard it was filmed tonight i was somuch less excited #also terrified that this means eddie v sammy had the ending changed from what it was supposed to b originally #sounds like the kind of thing theyd change for some terrible reason unknown to any man #anyways. yeah. im mad. im annoyed. im frustrated. #trying to enjoy this damn company is hard sometimes. fuck #just look at how this shit goes!!! anyone couldve told you like 6 hours worth of wrestling is too much for the general population!!!

[madigoround]

💜

#I’m going to complain about something that is probably a non issue and I’m making a bigger deal out of it than it is probably but I’m having #anxiety about it and this is my journal basically so #I have been telling everyone and their mother that im counting down the days until I get the keys to my home on April 7th and a few days ago #these girls from work who like we’ve known each other like a year and a half by now probably and at first they kind of hated me because for #my work task I have to come to them to get something signed right and they make a huge deal of it sometimes but I think im growing on them #they ask me things now and joke around with me so it’s an improvement and a few days ago when I was talking with them about it they were #like do you want help cleaning your home since I said I was gonna take that first weekend to deep clean it and I jokingly accepted thinking #they didn’t mean it because people just say things like that you know? but then one of them texted me tonight to ask if #I would still like them to come over next weekend and I said sure but you don’t have to clean you can just hang out and they are bringing #games and like on the one hand I would like more friends but on the other hand 1 this is my home I’m inviting people I don’t know outside of #work into my home and 2 what if they turn out to be mean to me and then is it like I’ve soured my home a bit?? #3 what if it’s super awkward or something and then I have to see them at work #like it’s probably fine and I do want more friends but if they said something bad about my home which I love so much already I would have to #ask them to leave #i’m just talking to myself #processing out loud I guess

[fingertipsmp3]

Does anyone else have a friend who will panic and call you if they don’t receive a response to their message within 15 minutes, but will regularly leave you on read or delivered or go fully MIA for days

#that’s my best friend and also my granddad #she calls me i’m like ‘fuck that i’ll call back; i’m not talking to her while i’m in a towel it feels weird’ (just got out of the shower) #2 mins later she calls again. i have a shirt on & a towel over my bottom half. i answer like ‘what? what’s the emergency?’ #why does this woman say ‘you weren’t responding to my messages :(‘ i check and i’m like ‘you mean the message you sent 12 minutes ago? #i was in the shower’ ‘oh’ ‘so what’s up’ ‘do you want to go to the shop with me?’ ‘ma’am it’s 8:15pm on a sunday in december and i am mostly #wearing my pyjamas. what do you think’ #i love her but she tests me every day #my granddad is so much worse actually. he’ll text me or my mom (he gets us mixed up in his messenger app. sometimes he even messages #my stepdad something that’s meant for one of us. or presumably his bowling friends as well. i think sometimes he can’t be bothered to put #his glasses on and just clicks into the most recent conversation and hopes his message will find its way to the relevant person) #then if they don’t read it & respond within… about 1-5 minutes. he calls my mom; then her landline; then me; then my stepdad #and repeats ad nauseam until someone answers their phone. he does this faster and with more dedication and urgency if it’s NOT an emergency #the most fun part of this is when i see a call come in from him; don’t manage to answer it in time; call him back and he literally doesn’t #answer because he’s either already calling someone else OR he’s abandoned his phone and walked off #and he never puts his hearing aids in and also leaves his phone on vibrate so it doesn’t ring anywhere near as loud as he needs it to #he’s also constantly leaving his phone at home. i’m like JOHN. it’s a mobile. #if i need my grandparents i literally just call their landline because if no one answers that tells me everything i need to know #which is that they are out which means my granddad either doesn’t have his phone; or has it but won’t answer it #my grandma’s hearing is fine but she has a visceral hatred of phones (she doesn’t own one) so she won’t answer it or tell him it’s ringing #so yeah. my granddad expects everyone else on the planet to be available 24/7 but refuses to make himself available an equal amount #like if you want time away from your phone just say that. i love time away from my phone #but in that same vein you also cannot get mad when i don’t answer my phone if YOU don’t answer your phone. lol #personal

[sourlove]

YANDERE JOCK 🏈

TW: OBSESSION, YANDERE THEMES, STALKING, MILD HARASSMENT, IMPLIED MURDER

(FEMALE CHEERLEADER READER)

Yandere! Jock who is convinced that the two of you are dating.

Yandere! Jock who is like a golden retriever but is a freaking beast on the field and absolutely crushes every game because he sees you cheering on the sidelines for him. When asked how he gets his wins, he says, "My girl is watching. Can't let her down."

Yandere! Jock who blows you kisses and waves even when you ignore him. He just loves you so much and is so happy when he spots you. Sure you might not always respond but the just means he has to try harder next time.

Yandere! Jock who doesn't care when you tell him to leave you alone. You're probably just in a bad mood but it's okay! He'll make you feel better!

Yandere! Jock who has the school also convinced that you guys are dating. He follows you around like a puppy and he always calls you 'my girl' so people naturally assumed you were together. Whenever you try to squash the rumors, he amps it up again.

Yandere! Jock who loves when people think you're together. He begs asks you to wear his letterman jacket so you have his name on you. He literally lights up if you wear it because it's cold or you want him to stop pestering you.

Yandere! Jock who only messes up during games when he stops to watch your cheer routine. If you're on top of a pyramid or some other dangerous stunt, he's rushing off the field to catch you. The football coach has since banned you from participating in any stunts.

Yandere! Jock who is glued to you so much that you slowly start to get used to his presence. He takes advantage of your indifference and tries to do more stuff to get you to acknowledge him. He carries your stuff, buys you lunch, drives you home and even walks you home when you don't want to enter his car. Sure, you don't exactly know he's walking with you but he's just looking out for his best girl!

Yandere! Jock who is so eager to see you, sometimes, that he's waiting outside your door first thing in the morning. What you don't know is that he's been there all night, staring at your window and waiting for you to wake up.

Yandere! Jock who bribes the cheerleaders to wingman for him. All of a sudden, your team is telling you what a sweetheart he is and how you guys look so great together. With all these people on his side, you have to give in sooner or later, right?

Yandere! Jock who finally asks you to be his girlfriend officially and is over the moon when you agree. If you thought he was clingy before, just wait. He's started leaving his things around for you to wear or carry like he's staking his claim on you. You have to explain the concept of personal space and alone time to him but he just stares at you in confusion. Why would you not want to be around him all the time? He loves being around you!

Yandere! Jock who runs up after every game to hug you, despite your protests because he's so sweaty. It's like a dog being so excited they just jump on you and lick all over you. His teammates have to drag him away to his dismay. He just wanted to give you a little kiss, why's everyone keeping you from him?

Yandere! Jock who let's you take charge, in and outside of the bedroom. Boy's just happy to be there.

Yandere! Jock who is clingy even in his sleep. He likes to lay on top of you so you can't slip away and leave him all alone. He's huge so it's like sleeping under a giant space heater. If it's too hot to cuddle, he pouts and whines when you tell him not to touch you at all. He still finds a way though, and sometimes you wake up to him holding your hand from across the pillow wall.

Yandere! Jock who is actually pretty harmless. He's like a giant puppy and isn't violent with the people around you. All he wants is your love and attention 24/7 and everyone is pretty much used to his antics to know where the line is drawn. That is, until a new person comes to school and starts making moves on you.

Yandere! Jock who is usually very friendly but is cold with only them and refusing to leave your side when they're near you.

Yandere! Jock who is in a great mood when they suddenly disappear without a trace.

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A/N: Please leave a like, comment and reblog if you enjoyed this! I personally this character he's adorable. If you want any headcanons or special requests, leave an ask too :)

@justabratsworld @pinkrose1422 (i feel like you'll like this oc lol)

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[fooled-around-and-fell]

she's mean, and he loves her for it.

summary: your peers wonder how the ever-so-annoying gojo satoru can stand being in a relationship with you pairing: sunshine!gojo satoru x grumpy!female reader genre: angst, fluff warnings: none

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"Did you guys know Gojo-sensei is dating-" Nobara looks around left and right before whispering your name in fear that you might be around.

"Ehhh?" Yuuji's eyebrows knit together. "No way. She's so scary and he's so...happy."

Nobara agrees, "She never smiles -- kinda looks like she has a permanent frown, too. She scares me."

"You think maybe she intimidated him to date her?"

Megumi watches as his two friends bicker about whether you and Satoru look good together, not realizing that you've heard everything they said. Megumi notices you've arrived to teach them and clears his throat, catching the attention of his two friends. He glances at you to check how you're doing after hearing what they said, but as expected, you remain professional and stoic. But Megumi knows better, he grew up under your and Satoru's wings after all.

"Shit." Nobara and Yuuji mutter under their breaths.

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It's fairly common for people to question your relationship with Satoru. He's this... happy-go-lucky guy who annoys everyone except those on the same wavelength as him, while you keep to yourself, prioritizing your alone time, and taking things seriously.

Sometimes, too serious.

You never let it get to you, though, because you don't really care what people say. You and Satoru are happy, that's all that matters. Until recently, when those jerk Kyoto students came over to train, they started talking about you and Satoru.

"She's so serious all the time, I don't understand how Gojo puts up with her."

"I think he's scared to breakup with her."

"I bet she's high maintenance."

"Honestly, why is he with her when he can be with someone who's... not so difficult?"

You grit your teeth at that last comment. You can't tell who said what, but it doesn't matter. Their words got to your head and now you're angry. Angry because you're scared they might be right.

Does Satoru think you're difficult? You're not entirely sure how to show them that yes, you deserve Satoru despite being the dark, grumpy person you are.

Sighing, you decide to go home instead of joining the dinner. Satoru's not in there anyway, he just got back from a mission and is waiting for you at home.

Once you close the door to your apartment, you immediately feel Satoru's arm envelope around you from behind. He smells like fresh mint -- just got out of the shower.

"Hi darling," he kisses your cheek.

"Hi, Toru." You take your shoes off and give him a quick peck before making your way to the bedroom to put your stuff down.

Satoru watches you slowly, "hm, aren't you supposed to have that dinner with the Kyoto students today?"

Your jaw clenches, taking a second before shrugging. "Decided to skip it. I'm tired."

He just hums, "In that case, you wanna watch Bridgerton with me after your shower?"

"Again?" You groan, "Isn't it like the third time you've watched it?"

"Yes, and?"

"I'll skip, thanks."

He blows a raspberry and leaves you to shower while he lays down on the couch to watch Anthony Bridgerton fall in love with his Kate Sheffield.

While you were in the shower, the words kept coming back to you. Somehow more exaggerated. You're difficult. He doesn't like you. He's just tolerating you. Why would he be with someone who doesn't even smile? Look at him, Gojo is the epitome of sunshine. You're nothing like him. Why would he like you?

Groaning, you let the hot water wash away your thoughts -- though they don't really go away. Maybe you should just try to be nicer to Satoru, be more cheerful.

After your shower, you see him lying down on the couch while watching his show, and you sit on the other end, silently dreading having to watch the same show again. But you're doing this for Satoru, so you will.

With a satisfied grin, Satoru saunters over and lies down on top of you, his head resting on your chest. You smile softly, enjoying the tight grip he has on you and his soft hair between your fingers.

"How was the mission?" You ask, "Did you have to go to Shoko?"

Satoru shakes his head, "Sweetheart, it's me we're talking about here."

"You can still get hurt, Toru." You pat his hair gently, "I've seen you bleed."

"I'm always careful. Don't worry." He kisses your hand.

You sigh softly. You know Satoru is always careful, it's just that he always goes on missions alone, and more often nowadays that it makes you worry. Yes, he's the strongest, but you never want to take that for granted.

"Toru," You call him again, a little hesitant, "You know I love you, right?"

He lifts his head from your chest, staring at you with those big blue eyes. "Of course. And I love you. So much."

He kisses you deeply, now switching positions so you're lying down on top of him. "So do you want to talk about it?"

"No.." You mumble. Of course, Satoru knows. He isn't stupid. He can sense when something's wrong with you, just like how you can feel the scar on his hip that wasn't there before. He did go to Shoko.

But none of you say anything. You just hold each other tighter that night. It's more than enough.

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Satoru is on another mission. It's supposed to be easy, at least that's what he said 3 days ago. You haven't heard from him at all in 3 days and you're beginning to worry. Your frown is deeper than usual, you sigh more often, and your fuse is shorter.

Everyone's more scared of you.

You let the kids take a break while you try to collect your thoughts. You can't be seen so distracted, not when Satoru left you in charge of them.

"You doing okay?" You hear Megumi's voice approach you.

Blinking away the tears that almost fell, you turn around to face him. "I'm fine, Megs."

"I told you not to call me that..." He sulks as he stands next to you, leaning against the wall. He can see you're distraught, and growing up with you, there's only been a handful of times he's seen you like this.

"You know he's going to be fine, right?"

You sigh. "I'm just worried."

You remember once when Satoru didn't come back for a week. He couldn't be reached, no one could track him down, and you were just at home, taking care of Megumi. The boy's more like you than Satoru, he's not exactly sensitive or cheery. But he knows when you're feeling sad, so he'd stay up with you, praying for Satoru's safety.

"Guys!" Yuuji runs towards you and Megumi.

"What is it, Yuuji?"

"It's Gojo-sensei-" He pants, "He's back!"

You run as fast as you can with Yuuji and Megumi, and you can finally see your white-haired, blue-eyed boyfriend limping his way back to the school grounds.

He raises his hand and waves to you with a big smile despite struggling to walk. "Tsk-" You frown even more, feeling the tears pooling again as you walk towards him and catch him in an embrace.

"Umph-" He groans. "Hi, baby."

You let go of him and check his injuries -- he's healed most of it himself, thank goodness, but the bruises are still there. "We need to go to Shoko-"

"Mm, that can wait." He pulls you to sit down on the soft grass, hugging you once again. "It's okay, I'm here now."

You choke on your own sobs and hug him tighter, sitting between his legs and burying your head in his chest. "You idiot."

"'M sorry for makin' you worry," he smiles gently, leaving kisses all over your face.

As you cup his face in your hands, you're suddenly very aware of the 3 pairs of eyes staring at you both. Noticing it too, Satoru covers your red, embarrassed face. "Okay, nothing to see here. Go.. do something. Scram. Skedaddle."

Once the kids are gone, he chuckles and thinks you're being really cute. "They're gone, sweets."

You glare at his teasing smile.

Satoru wipes away your tears, kissing your frown away. "What took you so long?" You ask after kissing him deeply, not letting him go.

A smirk lingers on Satoru's lips. "I took a detour to Kyoto after the mission to teach some kids a lesson."

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[ginevrapng]

I saw that you were accepting requests and I was wondering if you could write something about best friends’ dads!marauders x reader or something like that?

If not, I completely understand! <3

i've never written bestfriends!dads before so i hope you enjoy it! i didn't know if you wanted me to include peter but the majority of marauders fics leave out peter and i think this concept works better without him. <3

there was a lot of great things about being harry potter's best friend, one of those things happens to be getting to spend time with his hot dad james, completely off limits dad. that doesn't stop you from thinking about how charming he is though.

you've seen photos of james when he were younger and harry is a spitting image of him. now with age he's changed in all the best ways, his hair less messy, neater with slightly having the appearance of being slicked back and with thicker frame glasses. a distinction between him and harry, both younger and older is his build, james being more built with broader shoulders and more muscular.

he's kind and considerate and always calls you 'sweetheart' making you flush and every time leaves you wide eyed. you've never heard him call anyone else sweetheart so it's always leaving you feeling bashful.

james tells you that you can come and visit and stay whenever you want and you're always welcome so whenever you spend time at harry's you also end up seeing his two godfathers who also spend a lot of time there. whenever that happens you are rather reluctant to leave the house, not just enjoying all the company that they deliver but also how attractive they are, just like james.

remus somehow always memorising you. like when he rolls his sleeves up so you can see his arms or how you swear you sometimes see in the corner of your eye glimpses of him looking at your lips while you're talking. his jumpers and cardigans always looking so comfortable and soft, you wonder what they'd look like on you. you think about his sandy hair that covers his eyes and his beautiful hazel eyes that crinkle when he smiles and how he always looks tired and how you'd happily let him rest and sleep on you. he never talks about his work but it must be pretty rough for him to constantly look so tired.

sirius is ruggedly handsome always leaning against walls instead of sitting down, even when a seat is available. leaving you watching longer than you should as you watch his pose and see him stretching causing his tshirt to rise, exposing a bit of his torso. he has his long jet black hair which now has streaks of grey that he constantly runs his hands through.

you're going back into the living room, where everyone is, after you went to the kitchen to get a glass of cold water due to the heat and see sirius moving in a way that momentarily makes you freeze.

"you alright doll?" sirius smirks at you after spotting you. you nod but are unable to stop shifting side to side nervously after being caught, causing him to raise his eyebrow, looking amused as he chuckles at you.

this is the first time any of them has addressed your behaviour towards them but they have all noticed your longing looks and shy glances.

they've all been waiting for the moment to make a move and they're starting to lose their patience. you were none the wiser with their intentions, trying to get you alone, away from your friends and away from harry, asking you personal questions and give you special attention.

"you got a boyfriend or girlfriend doll? sirius asked you out of the blue one day, catching you completely off guard.

you splutter and try to answer while james starts speaking. "you're not dating my harry are you sweetheart?"

"what! of course i'm not! we're just friends." you say probably louder than you should, wanting to defend yourself.

you hear someone coming up behind you, "good." remus clasps your shoulders with his hands, slowly rubbing them and making patterns with his thumbs before he moves away and goes to help sirius with the washing up.

fiddling with your fingers you watch them all clear the table and sort out things that needed to be doing in the house with a small dreamy smile on your face.

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