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hamlets-ak · 1 month

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even at my worst ? even then ༊*·˚

timothée taking care of you while you’re ill

when you first call to tell him that you’re ill, his first reaction is hysteria. every attempt of you to calm him down goes in vain and he completely ignores your warnings to not come over.

« i’m gonna be just fine, tim. it’s just a cold, really- » « i’m on my way. »

he quickly rushes to your flat, wanting to make sure that you’re okay himself.

« hey, how you feeling? »

he sits on the bed beside you and places a hand on your forehead, before leaning down to press his lips on your temple to gauge your temperature.

« i thought you said it was just a cold. you’re burning up! » « i’m fine stop fussing over me. » « you’re not ‘fine.’ »

you push him away and even though you are very thankful, you plead with him to go home. but he is not going anywhere. timothée just wants to be by your side, no matter what you tell him and how hard you try to urge him to go home, he is not leaving until you get better.

« i’m here to take care of you and i’m not leaving until you’re well again. »

he never imagined himself caring so much for someone to the point of feeling such deep pain and wishing to switch places and take the illness from you.

he turns the house up and down trying to find the thermometer and when he finally does, he tries to take your temperature multiple times. your faces fall and you both look at it sceptical until tim decides to go to the pharmacy and get a new one.

« don’t you dare get out of bed! »

despite his limited cooking skills, timothée tries to cook for you - makes you soup and brings it to your bed. he waits for you to finish or at least eat a decent amount. you can’t help but chuckle every time you glance up and catch him staring at you anxiously while biting his nails.

« i know it’s shit but you have to eat it. sorry. » « it’s not that shit actually. it’s good. » « oh. wow. okay then. i’m glad it’s good. »

timothée still falls beside you and holds you regardless of your state. he’s willing to bet his own health because he will not be able to forgive himself if he makes you feel unwanted or that you are a burden to him.

« you’re going to end up just like me. » « you’re worth catching a cold over. »

he wraps his arms around you, bringing you close, and snuggles with you. you lean into his touch, head resting on the crook of his neck as he brushes your hair back, out of your face and presses sweet kisses on top of your head.

« i feel horrible. » « i know sweetheart, i know. »

you binge watch your favourite movies and shows all day with your commentary on top. he gives in to all your wishes and even if he doesn’t like them, he tolerates them just to see you smiling again.

when you overcome the dizziness you rest together and he softly reads your favourite book. timothée cracks a smile while reading and he just can’t stop himself once he notices your eyes following the lines or when you mumble them out loud at the same time.

his eyes are on you while you sleep and he doesn’t leave your side for a second.

« sleep, i’ll be right here. »

he hums gently while playing with your hair, unsure whether or not you are listening until slumber takes over him as well.

when your temperature is high, you deliriously confess your love to him. he tries to soothe you by whispering words of affection and holding your hand tight. timothée intertwines your fingers together as he tells you how much he loves you and that he can’t wait for you to get better.

« i hope you get well as soon as possible love, it hurts to see you suffering like this. »

you get embarrassed every time you feel sick in front of him but he reassures you it’s alright and he doesn’t mind it as long as you feel better.

« i’m disgusting... » « no, not to me »

when it comes to you he can turn into a true hypochondriac. if the fever doesn’t retreat soon, he immediately searches the symptoms online and prepares to call a doctor or take you to the nearest hospital in case it escalates.

the whole situation makes you laugh, even if your head is on fire. he smiles miserably at you and the sound of your laughter brings him comfort.

« do i amuse you? » « yes. »

timothée respects your silence and doesn’t force you into engaging in conversation.

he calls your mum to inform her of your progress and he’s the one who mostly speaks with her since you don’t feel like talking to anyone other than him.

you’re the only thing that preoccupies his mind while he’s away. he tries to go on with his day but it seems impossible, knowing that you’re alone and sick.

tim checks his phone constantly for any new messages and phones you often to see how you’re doing, remind you to use the thermometer or ask if you need or crave anything.

on his way home, he sometimes brings you your favourite flowers or very specific things he knows that even though you didn’t ask for, you are probably going to change your mind later.

timotée fills you up with his day and tells you all about his silly little encounters as he gently places a hand on your forehead before using the thermometer and helps you change into clean clothes.

it warms his heart watching you getting better and better day by day, becoming more talkative and eager to participate in lengthy conversations, laughing louder and smiling as you both sit on your bed with legs crossed, play cards and eat all the junk he got.

#hamlets-ak #timothée chalamet #timothee chalamet #x trader #timothee chalamet fanfiction #timothee chalamet x reader #timothee chalamet x you #timothee fanfic #timothée chalamet headcanons #timothee chalamet imagine #headcanons #fluff #comfort

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oblivious-idiot · 1 year

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Marker Mayhem

Lockwood and Co Appreciation Week: Day One - Favourite Main Trio Character Summary: You find Lockwood asleep in the living room from waiting up for you but your delirious state gets a bit carried away with your permanent marker.

AN: This is for day one of the Lockwood and Co Appreciation Week! Lockwood is probably my favourite character but only by a smidge haha. I love how he can be so protective of George and Lucy while also being a reckless dickhead lol. Pairings: Anthony Lockwood x Reader

Word count: 800~

Warnings: just some fluff and hysterical laughter

When arriving back home to 35 Portland Row it was late in the evening and way past curfew. You'd spent the past few days up north visiting your family but you train back to London was delayed, meaning you got home much later than expected. You made sure to enter the house as quietly as you could so you wouldn't wake any of your housemates, knowing they all could do with as much undisturbed rest as possible.

Once you had taken all your stuff back up to your room and gotten changed you headed back downstairs to make yourself a cup of tea, only to notice the living room light dimly glowing from underneath the door. Slowly opening the door, your tired eyes fell upon the sleeping body of your best friend - and crush, Anthony Lockwood. His body had slightly slid down in his armchair, a magazine sprawled across his chest which he'd clearly tried to read to keep himself awake, drool starting to form on the edge of his mouth. You couldn't help but quietly giggle at his sleepy state and you decided that you should probably get him up to bed. But first you had another idea in mind.

You scoured the kitchen draws until you came across what you were looking for, a permanent marker. He was going to absolutely hate you for this but you were starting to get delirious from your long day that you simply didn't care, it was going to be too funny. Plus, when were you going to get another chance like this again? Lockwood looked like he never slept so it was probably unlikely.

Creeping back into the living room where Lockwood was softly snoring in his chair, you uncapped the pen in your hands with a mischievous grin on your lips. Suppressing your laughter, you slowly and softly drew on Lockwood's face - first just an intricate moustache, but then you moved on to horns and other squiggles around his eyes and chin. What's more, Lockwood smarted to smile when you drew around his lips and temple, which made your face so red from holding in your sniggers. Once you were happy with your completed work you stepped out of the room to get yourself a drink of water and let yourself breathe steady, letting your face turn back to a normal colour.

It was getting late and you realised it was probably due time to wake Lockwood up so he could get some actual rest. "Hey Anthony, it's time to go to bed" you say to him softly as you stroked his hair, making him slowly wake up as he stretched out his arms, looking at you once he opened his eyes. "Oh you're back, thank goodness I was getting worried..." he looked around the dark room and then back to your face "what time is it?" giving you a puzzled look. "Way past your bedtime, come on let's go upstairs" you say as you pull him up from his chair. You lead Lockwood upstairs into his room, guiding him to his bed and away from his mirror so he didn't have time to see the drawings on his face.

The next morning you were in the kitchen with George and Lucy before Lockwood had woken up, but the next thing you heard was Lockwood's voice shouting from within his room "whAT THE-" and then rapid footsteps racing down the stairs. George and Lucy exchanged confused glances while you remembered what happened last night. Suddenly Lockwood swung the kitchen door open, still wearing his clothes from the night before and his face covered in slightly smudged pen "Alright, which one of you three did this!?" his voice mildly angry, breaking halfway through his sentence, eyes darting between the three of you in the room.

George and Lucy both broke down into laughter as soon as Lockwood came in the room "oh I thought it was something serious" Lucy said through snorted laughter, "it suits you quite well actually, really brings out your eyes" George adds in with a smirk. You were trying so hard to not laugh, your artwork looking so much more funny the day after, but because of your suppressed laughter Lockwood shot you a look "it was you.." "I'm sorry, I was really tired, I don't even remember doing it" you held up your hands in defence, laughter escaping your lips. "You don't remember!? Y/n look at my face!" he said, clearly in disbelief "I waited up for you to come home, I was worried, and this is what I get in return??" Lockwood continued, but you couldn't meet his eyes, you couldn't take him seriously looking like that. "I- I'm sorry" you force out amongst your hysterical giggles "I'll help you clean up, I promise" "I would bloody well hope so." Lockwood finally heaved out, finally letting himself laugh about the whole situation.

#allie writes #lockwood & co #lockwood and co #anthony lockwood #anthony lockwood x reader #anthony lockwood x you #lockwood and co x reader #lockwood and co imagines #lucy carlyle #george karim #l&coaw2023

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csprslvt · 9 months

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You and i, and her.

Chapter one. (see intro for context)

Summary: When settling into Jackson, reader dreams of her past but tries to ignore it by spending time with Ellie, who is desperate for connection after pregnant Dina has left her to be with Jesse. Awkward introductions and slight miscommunication ensues.

Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, the D slur, reader misses muscle mommy Abby, assumed major character death, mentions of sex

CHAPTER ONE:

Something was weighing heavy on your heart.

Ever since you found that locket, something in you was missing, as if you finally became aware of a part of your life you had forgotten you’d experienced. You wore the locket, looking for other things in your bag that would bring clarity to your past. So far all you had was that pine soap and photo that connected with the once love of your life,

Abby.

You knew her, or rather you had known her at some point. So many questions littered your mind, but still the dissociation was so heavy it was difficult to uncover without getting a headache.

“Hey? y/n?” A hand nudged your shoulder, pulling you from your trance.

Ellie was trying to get your attention.

“Oh sorry, what was the question?”

Ellie smiled, “ I was saying, are you going to finish that?”

You looked down at your plate, you and Ellie were eating in Ellie’s room, deciding that a group of people would be too much for you to handle in such a drugged out, sensory sensitive state. You both sat on the bed, Ellie against the headboard and you against the foot of the bed. Your legs touched softly.

“Uhm no, i'm still kind of nauseous, you can have my food if you want.” You offered your plate of bread, meat and rice to Ellie.

“ You sure?”

“Yea yea go ahead!”

Ellie’s smile grew and she took the plate from your hands, eating eagerly.

“ So” Ellie spoke between chewing, “How are you feeling?”

“I feel, confused and a little woozy, but better now that i'm clean and out of the sun”

“I really do think something has happened to you, you were so… delirious when we found you”

“Yea I feel almost…foggy? Like I'm forgetting something important, forgetting where I came from because of whatever has happened.”

Ellie nodded in sympathy,

“Whatever happened, it must've been a lot to handle. I mean you were covered in blood and clearly exhausted. So don't pressure yourself to remember every detail, I'm sure it’ll come to you eventually.”

“Yea, yea I hope so” You smiled and Ellie finished her meal, she took both plates.

“I'll go get rid of these, uh, you stay here”

You nodded in response and once she left, you opened your locket staring at it.

Abby.

Where could she be? Why did you end up alone? Clearly she appeared to care about you? Why can't you remember anything but her name, her scent, her hands?

You shivered a bit, memories flooded to the surface but just as they were about to enter your grasp, it slipped away from you.

There has to be something else missing.

When Ellie entered the room again, she offered to show you where you would be staying, the two of you hit it off, becoming fast friends, a duo.

When you settled into your new room, you smelt of the forest, it soothed you and you fell into a deep slumber.

Long blond hair fell into your fingertips as you ran your fingers through it. It was soft, healthy and it carried the faint scent of pine.

“Are you always going to keep it in that stupid braid?” You spoke, with a playful wonder to your voice.

“It's not stupid asshat, it keeps my hair out of my face” Abby spoke, with a voice as smooth as honey. It made you smile a bit, just listening to her speak with a careless freedom to her.

“But your beautiful hair! You gotta let it down once and awhile before your hairline recedes”

Abby turned around facing you, hair leaving your fingertips.

“My hairline isn't going to recede.” She says sternly

“You'll lose all your hair and end up looking like owen.”

“Owen? Just because he's my ex boyfriend doesn't mean you can bully him.”

“Yes it does, that's what ex boyfriends are there for!”

“You're just jealous.”

“Jealous of what? His inability to make you cum?” You said with a smirk, indulging in playful banter.

At that Abby blushed, staring into your eyes.

“Okay well, okay I have no response to that. You're right.”

“Oh my god I was just guessing but seriously?”

“Yea one time we had sex in a boat and he literally came after three pumps, leaving me high and dry.”

You wrinkled your nose in disgust

“Do you think he even knows where the clit is?”

“No, definitely not, believe me I tried teaching him but it was like… he just rubbed my inner thigh and then asked me if I came”

“Oh trust me, if you did, he would've known by the way you scream and-”

“ Oh I scream? You're the one saying my name so loud it's like you're trying to use echolocation”

“Echolocation? You're comparing my noises to echolocation? Fuck you”

“Oh you'd like that wouldn't you”

“Oh my god Abby!”

“ See? Echolocation”

“You know what? I hate you.”

“ You didn't hate me last night”

“Well I do now”

“Let's change that, shall we?”

You nodded and right as Abby pulled you into her lap, you-

“Hey! y/n! Wake up! It's Ellie!”

You groaned, rubbing your eyes to wake up.

“Huh?”

“Get up!”

“Oh my god” You mumbled, reminiscing about your dream that seemed so real.

memories.

You got up and stumbled to your feet, your cargo pants had ridden up like pantaloons and your chest was nearly falling out of your tank top, you adjusted yourself before opening the door.

“Uhm, hi.”

You blinked.

“You woke me from my peaceful slumber” You said, with a tone of playfulness in your voice

“Oh did I? You certainly look like you slept well.”

Ellie took in your appearance, you stood there, in clothes from yesterday, wearing one sock and no bra, smelling of winter pine. She looked a bit too long at your smile.

Ellie knew she was warming you to you too fast, but since her break up with Dina, she missed human connection, friendship.

“Yea, I did actually” You smiled

“Come in Ellie,let me brush my teeth before we do anything”

Ellie stepped closer to you

“Oh yea, that morning breath is awful” She wrinkled her nose, clearly poking fun at you.

“ Well fuck you too!” You exclaimed, moving into the bathroom brushing your teeth and looking into the mirror.

Though you were bruised and scarred, you were clean and safe and you looked closer to what you were supposed to be.

Your eyes wandered to the golden locket laid on your collarbone, and your mood dropped.

Oh Abby…

Though you wanted to make yourself comfortable in Jackson, the goal was to find Abby. Eventually you'd leave and seek her out, once you had a lead.

“Hurry up!” Ellie spoke, removing you from your mind where your only thoughts were of pine and blond hair.

You quickly brushed your teeth and fixed your hair, trying to make it look at least a little decent. In a perfect world you would have worn makeup and had real clothes, but this was survival.

You eventually left the bathroom and faced Ellie, she got up from her place on your unmade bed and walked to the door, beckoning for you to follow her.

“ Where are we going?”

The air outside wasn't as humid as it felt with blood sticking to your skin, but it was still way too warm for cargo pants.You huffed a bit trying to cool down.

“To the stables! I wanted to show you the horses!”

“Horses?”

“Yea!”

“I dunno, I'm not an animal person…”

“Oh C’mon! It'll be fun!”

You smiled, Ellie seemed excited and you needed to think of something that wasn't Abby and your unclear past. You relaxed a bit before nodding.

“Okay…”

“Great! Let's go!”

The stables stunk.

They smelt of straight horse shit and it was disgusting. But you've smelt plenty worse.

Ellie was filled with joy, leading you to each horse and introducing you, she was clearly close with the animals.

“This is shimmer and this is-”

“Hey, Ellie”

Ellie paused looking behind her at the voice, you turned away from petting shimmer to look as well.

A woman stood, with long dark hair, dark eyes and a purple shirt. She was holding hands with some guy, he wasn't particularly remarkable but when Ellies eyes darted between their hands you could tell there was a thick tension. Not the sexy kind.

“Hi Dina” Ellie seemed… awkward, uncomfortable and a little hurt.

Whoever this Dina was, she clearly had a past with Ellie, you raised an eyebrow.

“Who's that?” Dina looked you up and down, she was beautiful but still, Ellies nervous energy made you uncomfortable too. Dina didn't sound particularly menacing or rude, honestly, she seemed sweet but Ellie couldn't respond. You took the liberty of introducing yourself.

“Im y/n” You offered a smile, placing a hand on Ellies shoulder, she looked at you.

“Ellie and I were just leaving.”

The man beside Dina looked between the two girls with a need to break the tension. He was kind enough to offer you a hand and a comforting gaze.

“Hi y/n, Im jesse, nice to meet you.”

You shook hands.

“Nice to meet you too Jesse, well we better run! See ya around!” You smiled and grabbed Ellies hand, dragging her along as you exited the stables.

You let go of Ellie's hand once you were out of sight.

“Ellie, what the fuck was that?”

Ellie groaned, putting her head in her hands.

“That was Dina…my ex girlfriend”

You blinked.

“Ex girlfriend.”

“Yea we broke up a little bit ago, I didn't expect her to be with Jesse again so soon. God that was so embarrassing! I stood there like a total dumbass gawking at her. What the fuck!”

Ellie began a ramble

“Ex girlfriend.” You said in shock. Ellie was like you, she liked girls. And you understood why she was with Dina, she was beautiful.

Ellie paused

“Listen if your gonna be a homophobic asshole I don't wanna-”

You panicked, oh no, she totally thought you were a bigot.

“No! No no no Ellie oh my god no” You laughed, she looked annoyed.

“Seriously! If your gonna call me a dyke or something Id rather not-”

“I like girls too!”

Ellie paused, her jaw dropped.

“Huh?”

“Is it really that surprising? Dude I love girls. And you dated Dina? Why’d you let her go? She's hot like super-”

Ellie held up her hands

“Okay, okay! Yea I get it, can we please stop talking about how hot my ex is”

“Sorry, sorry”

“She's the one that broke up with me…while we were dating, she found out she was pregnant with Jesse’s kid. It kind of brought them back together or whatever. And she dumped me.”

“She dumped you?”

“That's what I just said, yes, don't rub it in”

“No I didnt mean it like that…respectfully Ellie, you are fine as fuck and so far you have an amazing personality. I'm just surprised she would leave you because of a damn baby.”

“You think im fine as fuck?” Ellies face turned red, a blush covered her freckles.

“Respectfully, yea”

“Oh.”

You felt awkward again, urging you to change the subject.

“Anyways…can we find something to eat? I'm not nauseous anymore”

“Yea, yes of course. Lets go”

Eating certainly helped your unsettled stomach, you devoured your plate in less than three minutes, and Ellie joked about it, and you felt like you could finally escape the gaping hole in your chest that Abby left.

You assumed she was dead. It was almost better to think that she wasn't suffering and killing anymore. But something in your gut knew you were just making excuses. You knew better her than that. Still, you brushed those thoughts away. It couldn't be too bad, staying in Jackson for a while. Right?

#gaming #ellie tlou2 #the last of us 2 #abby x reader #ellie williams #ellie x reader #first fic #angst #jesse x dina #love triangle #eventual smut #friends to lovers #ex girlfriend #abby anderson

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cantsaythetword · 8 months

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Hi! Idk if your still doing fics but can you do a stucky tickle fic about Steve being grumpy and bucky cheering him up and then Steve tickled bucky for revenge and Peter is just watching the whole thing? Thank you so much if you do!

Hi! Sorry this took so long to get to! Love me a good stucky prompt hehehe :D Thanks for being patient for it, hope the fic is alright!!

Every Hero has an Achilles Heel

~A/N - I'll be honest, this fic is a litttttle self-indulgent cause it's based off of a super lee-ass thought my brain came up with so enjoy my delirious inventions of an exhausted crow.

As usual, this fic is set pre - Infinity War/Endgame cause otherwise characters are missing etc. so it's very early Peter Parker :)

A very cute prompt from w1nt37 coming right up!

- Enoy! ~

Tag List: @mysterious-marvel

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"Mr Barnes?"

A small voice broke Bucky out of his concentrated state. He had been working on upgrading his arm for who knows how long at this point, and to be honest he probably needed a break.

Bucky turned towards the voice - Peter's, of course - and gave him a smile. "Hey kid, what's up?"

Peter let out the breath he had been holding since asking for Bucky's attention. "It's Mr Rogers, he seems a bit… annoyed? Or upset, maybe…"

Bucky nodded, offering the reassurance and encouragement that Peter obviously needed. God, it seemed like no matter how many missions the kid did with them he would never relax.

"And I just thought… I figured you were probably the best person to tell… to see if you could help?"

"Yeah of course." Bucky grinned as he stood from his workbench and started walking towards the door. "I've handled a cranky Steve before I know just what'll fix him."

Peter half-jogged through the halls to keep himself beside Bucky. "I didn't mean he was grumpy, like he didn't do anything bad or anything I jus-"

"Relax, kid." Bucky chuckled. "Whatever Steve's feeling, I'll sort it."

The pair entered the main living room, finding Steve sitting on a barstool hunched over the bench. His eyes were closed, but it was obvious he wasn't sleeping.

"Hey punk." Bucky taunted playfully. "What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Steve said, feinting honesty but his tone was too flat to pull it off.

Bucky flopped down into a stool next to his friend, leaning an elbow on the countertop. "You know, I remember a stretching routine that used to fix you up every time you felt grumpy."

Steve let out an amused huff. "Really Buck? Yoga?"

"What?" Bucky grinned. "Old people love yoga, don't knock it 'til you try it Grandpa."

That got a legitimate chuckle from Steve. "Wow, your way to cheer me up is through insults?"

"It'll have to be unless you stand up."

With a roll of his eyes, Steve pushed off the stool and took a few steps back for space. "Better?"

Bucky nodded, "it'll do," before standing up himself and moving next to his friend. "Now, raise your arms straight out in front of you, as far as they go."

As Steve followed the instruction, Bucky flashed a wink at Peter (who had been half-hiding in the corner of the room for the whole exchange).

"Now," Bucky continued, "move your hands out to either side, keeping your arms nice and straight."

"Bucky this is stupid, I'm-"

"Nononono you're almost done I swear!" Bucky interjected, not allowing Steve to finsh his complaint. "Put your hands on your head and try to pull your elbows back so they touch."

As Steve did this, Bucky slowly crept behind the ex-soldier - hands already in a claw shape.

"You know Buck, this actually does streEHETCH NO BUCKY!" Steve tried to say before interrupting himself with a shriek.

Bucky had wrapped his arms around his friend in an inescapable tickle-hug. His hands free to claw and vibrate up and down Steve's ribcage while his arms did the hard work of keeping the now-collapsed supersoldier somewhat upright.

Poor Steve's knees had buckled the second Bucky's fingers made contact, and he had immediately curled in on himself like an armadillo to try and protect his poor ribs.

But his attacker had almost limitess access to any and all of the sensitive spots on the sides of his body, and Bucky defintely had plans to use them all. As Bucky worked his left hand up into Steve's armpit, and his right down to Steve's hip bone, Peter couldn't keep a straight face any longer.

"Captain America's ticklish?" He giggled out.

'NOHOHO!" Steve squealed in response.

It was Bucky's turn to roll his eyes. "In case you could't tell, Steve's lying through his teeth."

Peter nodded with a laugh.

"YEAH WEHEHELL-" Steve spluttered out through desperate shrieks. "YOU KNOHOHOW- YOU KNOW WHOHOHO EHEHEHE- BUHUCKY PLEHEHEASE!"

"Take your time buddy." Bucky teased, continuing his ruthless attack on Steve's nervous system.

"BUHUCKY'S TIHICKLISH TOHOHOO!!"

"Don't you dare." Bucky froze for a moment.

Bad move.

Taking his opportunity without a second thought, Steve twisted out of Bucky's grasp and shoved his hands under Bucky's arms. Bucky absolutely squealed as cackles bubbled out of his mouth.

Peter stared, mouth agape in shock.

"STEHEHEVE WAHAHAIT!" Bucky begged as he was hoisted over Cap's shoulder, the backs of his thighs being ruthlessly squeezed.

"Looks like I'm not the only ticklish supersoldier around here." Steve grinned, practically throwing Bucky onto the couch next to Peter and letting his fingers skitter along Bucky's collarbones.

"STOHOP IT YOU JEHERK!"

Peter laughed. "Is every super hero ticklish?"

Steve paused for a minute to let Bucky catch his breath. "It seems like it." He said with a small laugh.

Bucky grinned from under his friend. "But we could always check…"

It only took the pair exchanging a playful glance for Peter to put two and two together. Unfortunately, Peter barely had time to squeal before the two super soldiers tackled him.

The poor kid was screwed before he even hit the floor.

#fic #mine #ask #stucky tickle fic #peter is also there lmao #also someone remind me to repost this on AO3 tomorrow or something lol #and to add it to my masterpost

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dirty-bear-rick-sanchez · 2 years

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Caretaking

Decided to write my first Birdrick fic. It’s light enough that you can read it as platonic if you prefer, but I’ve written it with shippy intentions in mind. I’m really obsessed with their early relationship when they and Squanchy were living in their shithole apartment from the comics - I love the option for domesticity. Also fair warning because I know some people might want to avoid content like this, especially since covid, but this does feature Rick being ill (flu-like symptoms, nothing gastrointestinal - emetophobes don’t worry!) and there are suggestions of the illness being contagious. It’s nothing life-threatening, but I know that any sort of illness can be a trigger for some people, especially given the past couple of years.

I hope that nothing is too OOC - with Rick I’m justifying it since he’s too ill to fully have his guard up like normal, but with Birdperson I’m honestly just not sure how to write him 😅

Summary: Birdperson is worried about Rick overworking himself while ill and takes care of him. Can be read as romantic or platonic. ~1.3k words.

Birdperson startles awake to the sound of a hacking cough from another room, loud enough to disturb his sleep. The walls of their apartment are thin enough that being unexpectedly awoken in the middle of the night is a frustratingly common occurrence. However, unlike the annoyance he normally feels when being woken up by loud inebriated people in the hallway or on the streets outside, this sound sparks concern in his chest. Rick’s voice is something that Birdperson thinks would be incredibly distinctive even if he didn’t share living space with the man, and he can easily identify it in the pained sounds coming from the next room.

Worried, Birdperson gets out of bed and goes to check on his friend. Rick’s door is ajar, and through the crack Birdperson can see Rick tinkering with some sort of gadget whose purpose would be a complete mystery had he not spent much of the previous two days listening to Rick talk excitedly about it. A few hours ago, however, the parts Rick needed had finally arrived, and Birdperson has not seen him since.

In that time, Rick has apparently taken a considerable turn for the worse, his eyes bloodshot against his pale and clammy skin, and his body trembling with what Birdperson guesses is fever. Despite this, Rick never diverts his attention from his project, except for the moments when his coughing overtakes him so violently that he has to place a hand on the desk to support himself.

Birdperson slowly opens the door. Rick doesn’t appear to notice him, absorbed in his work.

“Rick?” Birdperson tries to speak gently, so as not to frighten his friend. His efforts are in vain, as Rick jumps so hard he nearly falls out of his chair.

“Geez, Pers, don’t scare me like that!” Rick wheezes, his voice so rough and strained that Birdperson internally winces at the sound of it. After a moment to recover from the shock, Rick breaks into a shaky grin.

“Hey, check it out! I’ve almost finished the wiring on this circuit board, and once that’s done I can connect in the-” Rick is cut off by another bout of coughing, his body almost bent double. Birdperson steps forward, troubled, placing a supporting hand on Rick’s shoulder. As Rick’s paroxysm eases, Birdperson presses the back of his other hand to Rick’s forehead.

“You are hot.” he states, frowning in concern. Rick’s face melts into a delirious smirk.

“Heh, thanks, baby.” he mumbles. Part of Birdperson thinks that maybe Rick isn’t so ill if he’s still able to joke, but he has known the man long enough to know that this is unlikely to be the case. Besides, Rick almost certainly hasn’t eaten or slept in hours if he’s been this fixated on his project.

“Rick, you are unwell. Allow me to help you to bed.”

Rick pouts in a way that Birdperson would find adorable were he not so anxious about his friend’s wellbeing.

“Aw, Pers, c’mon. I’m nearly done. At least lemme finish this circuit board!” he whines like a nestling. Well, if Rick is going to behave like a nestling, then Birdperson will have to treat him like one.

Catching Rick off guard, he grabs the skinny man in his arms, restraining him. Rick tries to struggle and protest, but he’s much weaker than Birdperson at the best of times, let alone in his current fever-stricken state. Birdperson carries Rick the short distance from his desk to his bed in two brisk steps and deposits him gently atop the mattress. As soon as Rick’s body touches the bed, he completely stops resisting and the weight of his illness seems to strike him all at once. He pulls the blankets up to his chin, shivering.

“BP, I-I don’t feel well.” he stammers through chattering teeth, his fever making him more vulnerable than Birdperson has ever seen him allow himself to be.

“What assistance do you require?”

“I-I’m cold. And thirsty. And my throat hurts.”

Birdperson makes a mental note.

“I will return shortly with blankets and tea.” he informs Rick, then begins to leave.

“Wait!” Rick’s voice sounds small and scared, like a child after a nightmare. Birdperson turns back. “D-don’t leave me.”

“Rick, if I am to help you, I must leave to acquire the things you need.”

Rick looks almost as if he might cry, and Birdperson is struck with an uncomfortable mix of emotions: concern, for his friend’s health; guilt, that he has upset Rick; and a strange feeling he can’t name, as if he is invading Rick’s privacy by seeing him in a compromised state. He tries to push these aside to deal with the matter at hand. He leans in and gently rests a hand on top of Rick’s. Rick clutches at it with his other hand.

“I will only be gone for a minute. I will come straight back.”

Rick still looks hesitant. “You promise?”

Birdperson nods solemnly. “I promise.”

Rick nods and releases Birdperson’s hand. As Birdperson turns to leave, he hears Rick sniffle, and he’s not sure if it’s from the illness or the emotion or a mixture of both.

True to his word, he hurries as much as he can, gathering blankets, a glass of water, tea with one spoonful of space honey. When he re-enters Rick’s bedroom, he’s struck by how small and frail the other man looks. Rick looks relieved to see him, as if he truly believed that Birdperson would abandon him.

Birdperson gets to work tucking Rick in with extra blankets and tries to encourage him to drink. As he sits next to Rick, the other man leans in close to him, resting his head on Birdperson’s shoulder and clinging onto his arm. He looks so pathetic that Birdperson tries his best to comfort him, awkwardly brushing Rick’s hair from where it is stuck to his sweaty forehead. Although Birdperson knows he looks fairly humanoid, hair is not a feature his species possesses, and even at a moment like this, a small part of him marvels at its soft texture, how it is so similar to, yet entirely different from, feathers.

“Don’t go.” Rick mumbles, his voice hushed, as if his shame at the idea of showing vulnerability is so deeply ingrained that it manages to persist even through the fog of fever.

“You wish for me to stay here with you?”

Rick nods, and Birdperson knows there’s no way he can leave.

“I will have to sleep here, then?” he half asks, half states.

Again, Rick simply nods in response. Birdperson wriggles his body down under the covers next to Rick, who remains clutching onto him. Birdperson can feel him trembling, and he wraps an arm and a wing around Rick. Rick’s skin burns with fever, and Birdperson hopes that their species are different enough that Rick’s illness will not be transmissible to him. Although Rick is a remarkably clever man, biology is not typically one of his areas of passion, and humans are rare enough as to be almost non-existent in the universe, meaning that Birdperson has no way of knowing if this is the case. His eyes flicker to the man next to him, finally asleep, his face relaxed and innocent in a way Birdperson has never seen it before.

It’s worth the risk, he thinks, before finally returning to sleep himself.

Bonus:

“Hey Rick,” cries Squanchy in a voice far too loud for the current hour of the morning. “Have you squanched my - ” he abruptly cuts himself off as he takes in the sight of his two bandmates curled up asleep together in Rick’s bed.

“Thank the stars those two idiots finally just squanched and got it over with.” he mutters to himself as he makes a hasty retreat to the kitchen.

#rick and morty #rnm #rick sanchez #birdperson #birdrick #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #my fic #my writing #rick and morty fanfic #rnm fanfic #squanchy #young rick #flesh curtains rick #flesh curtains #the flesh curtains #autistic rick #autistic rick sanchez

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of water and coal; a finnick odair fanfic

Fair warning: I'm not a finnick stan and I don't know all that much about him. It's been awhile since I read the books but I was using AI and got inspired to write something fun.

CHAPTER 1

TW: Mentions of assault/violence

As I sit slumped against a post in this unfamiliar market, I try to remember who I am. I am Lyra Torres, I am 22 years old. I am from District Twelve. But this isn’t District Twelve, it can’t be. I’ve never seen this place before. I wince at a deep pain in my side as I try to breathe. I look down to see my hand covering my waist, I don’t remember why I’m hurting, but when I lift my hand I see a bullet wound. I squeeze my eyes shut and inhale sharply. That’s right, I was shot. There’s blood pooling by my legs, the edges of the puddle fuzzy as it mixes with water. It’s raining, I realize, as water drips from the wood above me. Where am I? My vision is blurred by the rain and I wipe messily at my eyes with the edge of my damp sleeve. I hear footsteps and fear runs through my body. I can’t get up, I can’t move, everything in my body is screaming at me, telling me I’m in danger, but I’m stuck. It feels as if my body weighs a ton. I watch through the rain as a tall figure approaches me. This is it, I tell myself, this is how I die. A familiar face comes into view as the man crouches beside me. I can’t place where I’ve seen him before but I’m certain that I have. He’s speaking to me but I can’t make out his words.

“What?” I ask in confusion, “I can’t understand you.”

The man repeats himself and this time my brain manages to make sense of it, “Are you hurt?”

It takes me a moment to process his words but I nod and look down at my waist, lifting my hand to reveal the wound. I can feel the atmosphere shift as he sees it, but I can’t react.

“What happened?” He asks, his voice is so familiar, “Who hurt you?”

I shake my head, I can’t make sense of anything, I can’t remember, “Someone shot me.”

In my state of delirium, I almost laugh as I point out the obvious, but the man doesn’t seem to think it’s funny. I watch as he glances around for a moment before looking back at me as if he’s trying to place where he’s seen me before.

“Hey, I know you,” he tells me, scooting closer to me and shielding his eyes from the rain, “You’re related to Haymitch, right?”

Oh yes, Haymitch, that sounds familiar. I try to run through my head as quickly as I can, trying to recall how I’m related to Haymitch.

“He’s my godfather,” I remember, my words are slurred but he seems to understand.

“That’s right, I’ve seen you with him on the news,” the man tells me, he puts his arm around my back and tries to stand up, “Here, let me help you up.”

“No,” I whine, everything hurts and the world is already spinning as he tries to pull me to my feet.

“Yes, you need medical attention,” he insists, effectively pulling me up this time.

As his face comes into view again, I ask, “Are you Haymitch?”

The man laughs for a moment, apparently what I said was humorous, “No, I’m Finnick.”

The name sounds familiar, “Finnick?”

“That’s right, Finnick Odair,” he tells me, pulling me in some unknown direction.

I can barely see two feet in front of me in the state I’m in so I keep my eyes fixed on my savior, then it hits me. Finnick Odair, the victor of the 65th Hunger Games.

I gasp almost comically, “Finnick? What are you doing in District Twelve?”

“We’re not in District Twelve,” he corrects me, using little effort to drag me forward.

“We’re not?” I ask, dumbfounded, none of this makes any sense, “Where are we?”

He stops walking for a moment and turns to face me, “We’re in District Four, what the hell happened to you?”

Before I can answer I feel nauseous. I must be losing blood. I might be delirious but I know for certain I do not want to throw up on Finnick Odair of all people. But before I even have the chance to lose what little food I might have in my stomach, I pass out.

I wake up some time later and find myself lying on a cot somewhere I don’t recognize. The room is dark but it smells sterile. I try to sit up but immediately lay back down when I realize how much my side hurts.

“Yeah, I bet that hurts,” a voice comes from somewhere in the room.

I freeze, terror filling my body as I hear the person stand up and walk over to me. I watch stiffly as Finnick Odair comes into view. There aren’t enough words in the English language to describe how confused I am at this moment.

“Finnick Odair?” I almost scoff.

“The one and only,” he replies with a sly smile.

I stare up at him for a moment, trying to figure out where the hell I am and why Finnick Odair is standing over me. I’m wracking my brain, but I can’t remember anything, only the basics.

“You look confused,” he points out the obvious, “you don’t remember yesterday?”

I shake my head.

“Try harder,” he pushes, although his words seem harsh, the look in his eyes says otherwise.

I look down at my waist and see the bandage wrapped around it. Slowly, yesterday comes back to me. I remember feeling like I was dying, sitting against some soggy post in another unfamiliar location. I recall the face of Finnick Odair coming into view as he asked me questions. I remember feeling dizzy and nauseous like I was about to throw up. Did I throw up on him?

My eyes go wide, “Did I throw up on you?”

Finnick visibly tries to hold back a smile at my words and clears his throat, “No, fortunately, you passed out before your body could repel anything.”

Although I’m grateful that I didn’t throw up on him, that doesn’t ease my anxiety one bit.

“Where am I?” I ask him.

He frowns, “I can’t tell you that.”

“What district am I in, Finnick?” I insist, propping myself up on my elbows despite the pain in my side.

He considers his answer for a moment, glancing around the room as if someone could be watching us, before answering, “District Four.”

My face contorts in utter confusion. District Four, how the hell did I end up here? As if predicting my next question, Finnick speaks.

“I don’t know how you got here, I found you in a sketchy part of town bleeding out,” he looks displeased, like the memory genuinely upsets him.

“And you decided to bring me…?” I try once more to get him to reveal where we are, but he simply shakes his head at me.

“Like I said, I can’t tell you,” he reminds me, “Not now.”

I watch as he paces around the room. Only now do I really make out where I am. Even though there’s hardly any light, I can see the room has no windows, only a door on the far side of the room. I try to sit up fully but Finnick holds up a hand.

“Don’t try and sit up,” he says, “You lost a lot of blood.”

I reluctantly lay back down and stare up at the ceiling. There is only one dim fluorescent light on the entire ceiling.

“Why won’t you tell me where we are?”

“It’s complicated,” he answers, stepping closer to me, “I would if I could, but people are already upset with me for bringing you here as it is.”

I furrow my eyebrows, my head hurts and this whole situation seems to be making it worse.

“So what now?” I ask.

Finnick shrugs and sits on the edge of my bed, “There are two options. One, we knock you out and drop you off in town-”

“I’ll die if you send me back there, a Peacekeeper already tried to kill me once,” I say without realizing.

Finnick almost looks furious, “A Peacekeeper did this to you?”

I now realize I can remember. I vaguely remember stumbling off a train and into the market. I got lost, and then a Peacekeeper cornered me. As the memories flood back to me I feel sick to my stomach.

“Oh god,” I mutter to myself, reaching up to cover my eyes.

“Do you remember what they looked like?” Finnick presses.

I shake my head, “He was wearing a helmet, but I remember his voice.”

“Why the hell would a Peacekeeper shoot an unarmed civilian?” I can hear the anger in his voice, although he knows in his heart the right Peacekeeper would jump at the chance to kill someone for no reason.

“Because I’m not supposed to be here,” I remove my hands from my face, tears building in my eyes, “I’m supposed to be on the train with Haymitch.”

Finnick doesn’t say anything, he only watches me as if he’s waiting for me to continue.

“Let me sit up,” I request.

“No, the doctor said you shouldn’t sit up on your own for a day or so,” Finnick refuses.

“Then help me sit up,” I beg, suddenly feeling claustrophobic.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I’m about to freak out,” I have a wild look in my eyes, it’s all too much.

Finnick opens his mouth to protest but decides against it when he sees my expression. He gingerly helps me sit up and adjust the bed. He seems almost afraid to touch me as if one wrong move will set me off. When I’m finally upright, he’s staring at me expectantly.

“The Victory Tour,” I tell him, taking a deep breath.

“What?” He narrows his eyes.

“I was on the Victory with Haymitch, Katniss, and Peeta,” I stare down at my hands blankly, “Haymitch insists on bringing me, I’m all he has left. He refuses to leave me alone when he leaves the District.”

I pause and look up at Finnick, he’s watching me intently.

“How long ago were they here?” I ask, the timeline feels blurry.

“Two days ago,” Finnick replies coldly.

They’re long gone by now, even if Haymitch threw a fit, President Snow wouldn’t let them delay the tour just to find me.

“Two days ago,” I repeat numbly, “I think Haymitch and I got into a fight. It was about something stupid, I’m sure.”

I pull the thin sheet resting on my legs up to my neck as I speak.

“I remember getting drunk. I never drink, I hate what it does to Haymitch,” I confess, “But I was just so upset I couldn’t resist. I think I got off the train right before we were supposed to leave and I got lost. I’ve never visited another District before.”

My stomach churns as I recall what happened next. I’m waiting for Finnick to stop me, to tell me to save it for someone who cares, but he doesn’t. Instead, I find him hanging onto every word.

“He came out of nowhere. He must’ve been following me for blocks. He was so big, bigger than any man I’ve ever seen before,” my eyebrows knit together, “He tried to grab me, he said he’d seen me on TV before. Wanted to know what a ‘pretty little thing’ like me was doing in that part of town. I tried to scream but he put his hand over my mouth so I bit him. Then he shot me.”

I look down at my hands again to find that I’m gripping the sheets so hard my knuckles are turning white, “He must’ve thought I was dead. I don’t think he’s ever shot someone before, he was so spooked.”

Finnick looks as if he’s about to say something but I beat him to it, “Why are you here, Finnick? Why did you save me?”

“Would you rather I let you bleed out in the streets?” He asks in a serious tone.

“Why did you save me?” I repeat.

Finnick simply stares back at me, unsure of what to say. And then I remember.

“What’s the second option?”

“What?” He questions.

“You said I had two options,” I remind him, “What’s the second option?”

He looks hesitant, as he’s worried his next words will upset me. I know from his expression that they will.

“Join the rebellion.”

I almost can’t believe my ears, I want to laugh.

“What?” I challenge.

“You heard me,” there’s not a trace of jest in his voice, “Join the rebellion.”

“If Haymitch found out I joined the revolution because of you, he’d hunt you down and kill you himself,” I almost scoff.

“So you’re content with being a bystander then? One of those ungrateful bastards who’s fine being under the thumb of the capital?” Finnick glares at me, “Don’t you want things to change?”

“How could I not?” I start to feel angry, “Every day I watch as people starve in my district. You don’t know what it’s like in the seam.”

“Then do something about it,” Finnick retorts.

“Don’t you think I want to?” I raise my voice, “Don’t you think I wish there was something I could do? A way for me to stop the games and feed the starving children of my district?”

“If you’re so upset, why are you riding around on the Victor’s train instead of fighting for what’s right?”

I can’t say I’ve ever wanted to smack Finnick Odair before, and never did I think I would have the opportunity to do so, but I hold back, “Haymitch won’t allow it. Have you talked to him before? He’s not exactly the most flexible person. I can’t sneeze without him knowing. Do you think I enjoy sitting and watching as the districts fall to pieces?”

Finnick looks almost disgusted with me and it makes my blood boil.

“I’m not a victor like you or Katniss. I have no influence,” I growl, “The only reason I’m still alive is because Haymitch is my godfather.”

“So what if he won’t allow it? Stand up for yourself. You’re your own person, not a sheep meant to follow whatever Haymitch says. You have free will, use it,” he looks like he wants to reach out and grab me by my shirt.

“I’m not a sheep,” I say through gritted teeth, “This is the first time I’ve been away from Haymitch since my parents died and I got shot and almost assaulted. What the hell do you expect me to do, strangle a peacekeeper?”

“I want you to join the revolution,” he reiterates.

“Oh I’ll join the revolution, but when the time comes, it’s you that will have to explain my death to Haymitch,” my eyes are like daggers as I stare back at him.

“Is that a threat?” He scoffs, “Are you threatening a victor?”

“No, but Haymitch will,” I reply.

“I think I can handle that old man,” Finnick practically spits, “Now are you in, or not?”

“I’m in, but only if I never have to see you again,” I tell him.

Finnick laughs, “Oh I’m sure that can be arranged.”

And with that, Finnick gets up and leaves the room. The moment the door shuts behind him I begin to scream. I can’t help it as hot, angry tears stream down my cheeks. I so badly want to slam my head into the wall but I can hardly move. Instead, I cry until my head is pounding and I feel like I can’t breathe. Eventually, I fall asleep.

#hunger games #catching fire #mockingjay #finnick odair #finnick x oc #fanfic #fanfiction #fluff #smut #eventual smut #angst #mild enemies to lovers

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marley-manson · 1 year

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hunnihawk leader follower and/or meta shit lol if you're still doing the wip game

Thank you! Yeah I'll always answer ask meme prompts as long as people want to send them, idc how long it's been.

I'll give you everything I have written for the first one, which is:

AU where instead of Carrie Donovan BJ cheats with a man and Hawkeye finds out. BJ has a crisis, and Hawkeye straight up takes advantage. Instead of encouraging BJ to stick with his wife, he encourages BJ to explore those feelings and consider that he may not be happy in a heterosexual marriage etc etc and makes out with him.

Basically the idea is a fic that leans into Hawkeye's force of personality and tendency to take charge and pursue what he wants vs BJ's paggro resentment of it even as he goes along with him. Plus I think the fact that Hawkeye once canonically tried to cajole someone into leaving their spouse for him, and was perfectly fine being ~the other man~ to Margaret, should get more attention lol. Like, if the circumstances were different with BJ, as in he's not straight and Hawkeye realizes it, I could see him going all out in pursuit of an affair, and I’d love to see that explored. So like, it would basically be Hawkeye convincing himself that it’s in BJ’s best interests to fuck him because that’s what he wants, and BJ going along with it because that’s also what he wants but being wracked with guilt at the same time and sort of letting himself be led because then he can put more of the blame on Hawkeye rather than himself for not either divorcing Peg or putting his foot down and not cheating.

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meta shit is probably the fic I’m most likely to finish and post next, since I actually wrote it all the way through to the end and now I just have to edit it. And figure out a title lol. But basically Hawkeye gets insomnia again circa like season 9 or 10 and in his half delirious state notices the tone differences between the early seasons and the late seasons and tries to investigate them. It’s not full like, Hawkeye realizes he’s in a tv show style meta, more just a vehicle to self-indulgently explore some of my own takes on the show and Hawkeye.

Hawkeye squinted at him. His eyes were taking a while to adjust to the dim interior after coming in out of the light. “Why aren’t you in a dress?” he asked.

“I don’t wear ‘em anymore. Are you feeling all right?” Great, now Klinger was clucking over him.

“I’m fine, but green isn’t your color.”

“I was always partial to yellow, personally. But you’re a few months out of date for that, Captain.”

That word hit him like a mild electric shock. “Hey, hey, look - why do you call me that?”

“Huh?”

“That, that, ‘sir,’ ‘Captain,’ all that. Seeing as how you-you-you hate it here so much.” His brain was sliding out of his ears but his body had more than enough energy and drive, so he started pacing.

“Gimme a break, here, Captain - Hawkeye. I had to be a model citizen to get out on a section eight. You know that. Please don’t walk on my bed.”

He diverted his route slightly for the next lap. “You don’t anymore.”

“Yeah, well, old habits die hard. When in Rome, you know.” Klinger said it with fake cheerfulness. Hawkeye had infinite reserves right now and he still couldn’t help but wonder where he got the energy to dive into every pointless little task and gesture with a smile and a crisp salute.

He spun around and walked backwards for a few paces to look at Klinger. “Don’t you think it’s demeaning?”

“I’m pretty used to it.”

“Guess you can get used to anything eventually.” A sudden rush of vertigo hit him so he sat down on the bed when he got back to it, needing to ground himself on something for a minute. Klinger was at his side in an instant. Maybe he’d wavered a little as he sat down.

“You don’t seem drunk,” Klinger said, “but you’re definitely something. You stay right there, I’ll get the Colonel.”

“I’m not sick, I’m just not tired either.” He rested his forehead in his hands, palms pressed against his eye sockets and elbows braced on his knees.

Klinger didn’t run to find Potter; he sat on the bed next to him. “When’s the last time you slept?” he asked.

“Two days ago.” He rubbed his eyes and opened them again.

Klinger whistled. “Want me to whack you around the head with a two-by-four?”

“Let’s give it another day before we resort to that.”

#ask meme #text post #marley on mash

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littlepanduh-writes-365 · 1 year

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Day 99

Title: “It's Late”

Features: SiDong (Dream Catcher)

Word Count: 858

Description: Handong gets carried away during a late night conversation.

Tags: Domestic Fluff | College AU | Dialogue Focus

Handong sighs after recalling a story from her childhood memory. At this point, she is a little self-conscious about how vulnerable she’s being with Siyeon, but she won’t deny that she enjoys the elder’s company. She only hopes that Siyeon feels the same.

To ease her anxieties, she looks out the window. The pitch blackness and lack of activity tells Dongie that they’re deep into the night. Once it passes 2AM, her thoughts tend to run wild. The notion seems to extend when she’s talking to people she’s comfortable around. Although she’s still insecure with her Korean abilities, Siyeon has always been a good listener. Besides, Siyeon was the one who asked a question and the exchange student wanted to give a thorough explanation.

Wait a second. Shoot.

Is it past 2AM?

Dongie reaches for her phone on her nightstand. She checks the time.

3:39 AM.

Her jaw drops. “Oh, my god.”

Siyeon raises an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Did you forget you had a deadline or something?”

Handong shoves the phone on her laptop camera. There’s glare, so Siyeon doesn’t quite catch what she’s supposed to see. “It’s almost 4AM! That means it's almost 5AM for you!”

The older woman checks the time. 4:40 AM. She doesn't know where 5 hours went, but tries to act nonchalant. “It seems so.” Admittedly, she’s a little tired, so she can’t think of another response. Even if it was past her bedtime, she felt energized by her girlfriend’s discussion. It’s not everyday she gets to hear Dongie talk so much.

“How are you awake right now? Don’t you normally sleep at like 10PM? I know it’s a Friday, but you told me that you sleep early!

“Geez! I’m sorry for running my mouth. I’m sorry for losing track of time! It’s just that one story led to another and I got carried away and, fuck, did you even get to eat your dinner?”

With the way Handong was acting, Siyeon felt guilty for their prolonged conversation. There were admittedly a few spots Siyeon could’ve stopped her, but something about Dongie’s elevated tone and unusually quick-paced speech convinced herself to just keep listening. Nonetheless, it’s not the problem Hadong thinks it is, so Siyeon just laughs at her girlfriend’s antics

“Goodness gracious, it’s 4:40 AM. I don’t even stay up this late. I’m so sorry.” She lets out a sound that was between a groan and a whine.

Siyeon cuts her offer with a chuckle. She wonders if Handong knows that, in her delirious state of mind, everything she says is giving her butterflies. Maybe they should go to sleep soon because the rush of emotions is working more effectively than caffeine and they really should get some rest. “Don’t be silly. You don't need to apologize. I wanted to stay up with you.”

"Okay." Dongie suddenly becomes docile again. The sudden shift makes Siyeon let out another healthy laugh. Handong’s mind isn’t that clear, but the melodious sound gives her a sense of assurance that the Korean student likes her as much as she does. Emotions are still running high, but she’ll sleep easy with that assurance in her consciousness.

Siyeon sighs before staring directly at the camera. There’s a sense of longing because she’d rather be physically with her girlfriend, but she reminds herself that the they'll be graduating soon and the distance between them will soon close. “Hey, I really had a good time tonight. I love listening to your stories.”

The comment isn’t laced with sugar, but it still makes something flutter in Dongie’s stomach. All she can do is hug one of her plushies and hide behind it. Siyeon wants to affectionately laugh again, but knows that it will only further embarrass her girlfriend.

This time, Dongie sighs, attempting to look chic. Siyeon commends her attempt, but falls in love with her smile. “Alright. Let’s not prolong this call anymore. We should go to sleep.”

Even though her girlfriend is correct, Siyeon doesn’t want to hang up. She wants to talk until sunset. If only, she could forget about laundry plans or the study session she’s supposed to have with Jiyeon.

"I miss you," she blurts out.

There's a hint of sadness in Dongie's eyes. They both try not to say such emotional statements, knowing how difficult it is to process them alone, but Siyeon can't help it.

Dongie stays strong. “Okay. I’m hanging up now.” She makes a face towards the camera.

Siyeon wants to roll her eyes, but can’t even respond to the cute expression. Exhaustion seems to hit her like a truck. “Okay then. Goodnight, Dongie.”

“Goodnight, Singie~” The smile she gives before hanging up imprints in Siyeon’s brain. "I love you." She hangs up without giving Siyeon a chance to reciprocate the affection.

Siyeon gawks at her phone screen. Those three syllables rarely pass Dongie's lips. Her girlfriend definitely said it to retaliate her words of affirmation, but they definitely leave a huge impact. She thinks about responding to her via text, but decides that she needs to ride the emotional high and rolls out of bed to clean up.

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spaceumbredoggos · 24 days

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So much for stardust chapter Nineteen

Kenz’s Point Of View:

“Kenz!!! Kenz!!! Kenz!!!”

I grumbled awake to Dipper slurring in his half-rabid state. Fuck. It’s like he’s drunk. Is this supposed to happen?

Bee walked into the room, noticing Dipper laughing his ass off at pictures of me sleeping. “He’s acting like he brushed his teeth with Jack Daniel’s. Can you make him stop? And also, why is he acting this way?”

Bee was also super alarmed by Dipper’s erratic behavior. “That’s half rabies, half the Umbredoggo venom.”

“Well at least it’s working.” I tried to sit up, but my bones ached. Dipper stumbled on the ground and flopped onto me, causing me to yelp in pain. “GET. HIM. OFF!!!!” I wriggled out from underneath Dipper as he booped me. “Dipper knock it off and go to sleep. You’ll feel better when you wake up.” But Dipper didn’t listen. Instead, he was chewing on one of the wounds on my shoulder. I snapped back and held him down as blood trickled down my shoulder, dripping on Dipper. “You’re making a mess on Bee’s guest bed. With my blood. Stop acting creepy.”

Bee blushed as I stood up. White hot pain surged through me as I noticed the chunk bitten out of my leg. ��Just lay back down.”

Dipper got back up and started trying to eat a frosted sugar cookie. However, his throat kept spasming as he tried to swallow, almost causing him to choke. I operated the Heimlich that Ford taught me to use on that one time Stan tried to eat a live cicada (gross.) and managed to get Dipper breathing again. He gasped for breath and smiled. “You saved me.” He rubbed my head and blushed, totally delirious and out of his mind. He’s crushing on me bad.

“Kenz?!”

“Yeah, Bee?”

“Do you have a moment?” I tried to stand up, only to feel the pain in my torn calf. “You might have to pull me aside.” Bee carried me into the other room and gave a heaving sigh. “I think I know where Dipper got rabies from, and it’s not very good.”

“Rabies by itself isn’t really good. It’s usually fatal. He just has uncanny plot convenience in the form of a friend who happens to have the only cure.” I sat down on the couch, noticing some scratches in it. “Hey, where the hell did these come from?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you.” Bee pulled up a picture of a deer with a long bushy tail, cat-like paws, and sharp canine teeth. I recognized the snowy white Big Dipper marking on the forehead. The antlers were similar to that of a mule deer, and the sharp teeth was similar to that of a wolf’s stuffed in a deer’s mouth. “Is that Dipper?”

“He got rabies from a weredego—“

“Is that like a Wendigo werewolf hybrid?” Bee nodded as I felt a chill down my spine. “He’s cursed to transform into that form whenever he goes into his rabid phases. But he can eventually transform into it at will.”

“Are you sure?” I bristled, feeling the feral Umbredoggo brain in the back of my mind snarl at him, seeing him as competition. “We should tell Ford immediately.”

“I already told him.”

“Is there a way to break the curse? This is gonna crush him. He’s already gonna be crushed when he hears that he can’t be with Pacifica, or anyone really, due to the risk of transmitting rabies.” My heart tore itself in half for Dipper. The poor bean. I wasn’t there to protect him from this.

“Kenz, you’re gonna have to keep an eye on him at all times. Until he can control this.”

“I can’t control my umbredoggo form either. As of yet, at least.” I grumbled, thinking about how badly Dipper was crushing on me. “And another thing. Why is Dipper suddenly fawning over me?”

“I don’t think he even knows what he’s doing.” Bee looked pained, like she felt terrible for letting it happen. “So, how are we gonna break the news to him? And to Mabel, and to the town… His parents… I know he’s a grown adult, at eighteen, but he’s only just.”

“So are you.”

“I turn nineteen in May. It’s already April. He doesn’t turn nineteen until August.” I limped to the room Dipper was in. He was thankfully asleep. I laid down next to him, wiping some of the froth off his mouth. “We should be heading back to the shack pretty soon.”

“I think you’re gonna be sharing a room with Dipper because of his—“

“Wait! Umbredoggos are predators. Deer is one of their prey items of choice.”

“Dipper isn’t technically a deer. He has some traits associated with werewolves and wendigo’s.”

“You’re right. Fuck. That tumblr post about what if deer were predators. It’s all coming to life.”

Bee drove us back to the Shack as Ford walked me in to the living room. Dipper slept the whole ride home, leaning on me and nuzzling me. I carried him to the couch and got some sleep myself.

I woke up to the sound of Ford’s loud snoring. I grunted in irritation as Dipper’s frothy drool soaked my clothes. I stood up, bolting to the shower. I washed my hair and body and came out with a fresh wolf tshirt and pair of grey sweat pants. I sat back down on the couch, nearly rolling in a puddle of Dipper’s drool. “You’re gonna make me do everything, huh?” I stood up, grabbing a bandana and tying it around Dipper’s neck to catch the drool. I cleaned up the drool on the couch, grabbing my phone to watch a movie. I turned on Rio, needing some childhood comfort. “Huh. They put a chain on the two of those birds.”

I heard a massive crash come from the kitchen, which woke Ford up. “I’ll manage this idiot.”

“Kenz, it’s 3 am. You should be asleep.” I glared at Ford and bolted to the kitchen, catching up to Dipper. He was sleep walking and making a mess. I facepalmed and bolted to Dipper. He started to bleat in his sleep. “Oh no you don’t. You’re not transforming into Deerper now.” I held onto Dipper, trying to stifle his deer like tendencies. Dipper squirmed and woke up, drooling on me. “Dipper. You were sleepwalking. Go back to the couch.”

Dipper flailed in my arms, trying to get out. “Let me go!!!” He yelped, swatting at my arms as I tripped on his foot, falling to the ground. Ford burst out laughing as I kept tripping on everything trying to get to get up. “You got him, eh?”

“Shut up and actually be helpful. I can keep an eye on the idiot for a change!!! If he bites you, at best you have to go to the hospital for shots for the next several weeks, and at worst…” A heavy feeling punched me in the gut as I turned my head away, dragging Dipper to the couch and holding him down. “Kenz—“

“Dipper. You have to be more careful.” Is he fully lucid at this point? I wrapped him in blankets and noticed that he wasn’t drooling anymore. Is he aware of the news? He must be terrified. Does he remember anything from being rabid? My heart ached for him, knowing that the first few weeks of recovery would be the hardest.

“Dipper, just go to sleep.”

“Kenz, why are you being so—“

“I said, Go to sleep!!! You were sleep walking!!! And don’t glare at me like that! I know what’s going on!!!” But Dipper kept squirming. “Kenz, let me go.”

“No!!!” I pinned him to the couch. “Look. I don’t know if you’re aware of how serious everything is. You could have died. And you could die. At any point! You’re not healthy and a single bite to anyone would infect them. I’m thy e only one who’s safe to bite. If you go rabid again, you could kill someone.”

Dipper’s eyes widened as he gazed at my wounds. “Did I—“

“It’s not your fault. You don’t know what you are doing half the time. Right now, the world feels so confusing and crazy and you’re all like, how am I not dead yet? I should be dead. The truth is, I care too much to see anyone die.” I held Dipper in the blanket burrito. “Kenz—“

“Dipper, just hold still.” I noticed a tick on his head. “Okay, I’m gonna let you go, but stay still. Ford, get the bug comb. Dipper has a massive tick in his hair.”

“WHAT?!!”

“Have you been going days without a shower?” A whiff of body odor caused me to bolt to the other side of the room. “Dipper. You’re getting a bath. A really long one.”

“You can’t make me.” Dipper stuck out his tongue. “I can.” I carried Dipper to the bathroom and locked the door. “Why did you lock us in here?”

“Because you need to get clean. You need basic hygiene. How do you expect to get better when you smell like a sweaty gym locker?” I started the bath, but Dipper bolted to the door. I tackled him, but he wrestled me off of him. I tripped him. “Dipper. Take your clothes off and get in the tub.”

“Make me.”

“MASON PINES!!!”

“Uh oh!!!” Dipper bolted to the other side of the room as I managed to get his shirt off. “There’s the bite. Dipper, how come you didn’t tell Ford you got bitten by whatever the hell bit you? You could’ve avoided the rabies nightmare and—“

“Shut up!!!” Dipper slipped on a puddle as I grabbed his pants, causing them to come off. “Underwear, now!!!”

“Fuck you.”

“Don’t make this harder on yourself.” I cringed, realizing what I had to do. I eventually managed to get Dipper in the tub. “The water’s fucking hot!!!”

“I elbowed it! It’s perfect temperature.” I doused him in soap, getting the bug comb to get the bugs out. “Fleas, ticks, and head-lice? Okay. I’m getting the heavy duty bug soap. How have you not gotten the bubonic plague or Lyme disease? Also, comb your hair. It’s matted worse than a neglected poodle’s.”

“And your hair is any better?”

“Yes. I actually shower every day. It helps me reset after dealing with your bullshit.” I’m getting sick of your bullshit, Dipper. I grumbled and groaned, glaring at Dipper so that he would actually wash his body and not just sit there. “Do you have to stare at me naked?”

“It’s called doubling. It’s for those who have executive functioning problems such as myself. At least my problems are not hygiene related.”

“I don’t have executive dysfunction.” Dipper rolled his eyes as I drained the tub and washed out all the dead bugs in his hair. Dipper tried to hide the bite wound from me. “Let me see it.”

“No.”

“It smells awful. I think it’s infected.” I held Dipper by his head and gazed at the bite on his torso. “Shit.” I caught a glimpse of a couple of maggots and swallowed back my vomit. “It’s just maggots, Kenz.”

“MAGGOTS?!!!”

“Don’t make this worse than it already is.” I grabbed some hydrogen peroxide and some gauze. “Hold the fuck still and this will be easy. If you squirm and squeal like Waddles, I will bite you and you’ll know what real pain is.”

Dipper froze as I washed my hands and put gloves o. I doused the wound in hydrogen peroxide, flushing the pus and the maggots out. I grabbed Ford’s scalpel and managed to cut out a lot of the infected tissue. Dipper held still the entire time, screaming curses like a baby. I called Ford over.

“Nice job.”

“I had a bit of practice on my own bite wounds.” The wound was free of infected tissue and was bleeding a bright red. “What do you think? Should we stitch it up, cauterize it, or wrap it in gauze and let nature work?”

“I’ll handle it from here.”

“Of course. I’ll hold Dipper still so he doesn’t bite you.” I put Dipper in the same gentle headlock as before, keeping his line of sight away from the wound. “I should’ve called Ford over sooner, but this was an emergency situation and Ford was out getting medicine. He did train me in treating my own wounds.”

“I fucking hate you so much.”

“Believe me, the feeling’s mutual.” Dipper wriggled to get out of my grasp as I rolled my eyes. “For fuck’s sake. Stay still.”

“It hurts.”

“You’re acting like a cheeky ankle biter with all your yapping!!!” Ford burst out laughing at my sudden Australian burst. “You watch too much Bluey.”

“And that’s something I’ll be proud to admit.” I heard a splash as Dipper tackled Ford. I spun back as Ford was struggling to wrestle Dipper off. He’s gone rabid again. Feeling a new energy channel through me, I tackled Dipper in my umbredoggo form. He retaliated by turning into his deer-like form, smacking my face with his paws. I hissed and bit him gently on the scruff, thinking it will immobilize him.

His antlers slashed at my jaw, cutting a vessel that caused electric blue blood to squirt everywhere. I locked antlers with Dipper, fanning my wings out. “This has to stop!!!” I spread my forelegs out in an arched position, growling. The blood draining from the wound on my jaw made me dizzy, and my head spun from the fight for consciousness. I struck Dipper in the skull with a swift nap from my right forepaw, enough to knock him out. I collapsed on the ground, heavily breathing and my flanks heaving from my sides. Ford rushed over to me as I tried to lay protectively on Dipper, keeping him from waking up and moving. Ford approached my head. “Let me see.”

“And risk Dipper waking up in his rabid state and biting you?” I snarled, holding his jaws shut as he flailed and started spazing. “I can knock him out with a tranquilizer.”

“Fine. But do it quickly.” Ford rushed over and jabbed a needle in Dipper’s neck. Dipper bucked me off, but collapsed as the drugs took effect. He passed out as I carried him to his bed before collapsing on it myself.

Ford grabbed me by the scruff, immobilizing me so that he could examine the wound. “You’re lucky it missed your carotid artery. You would have bled out in seconds.” Ford took out a pair of clippers and cut away the fur around the wound. I was in too much shock to really protest as he put stitches in the wound. I panted from exhaustion, walking up to Dipper’s bed and laying on him.

I dipped my head, sighing with exhaustion as the sun rose from the window. Ford patted my head and put a blanket on me. “Get some sleep.”

I nodded, leaning on Dipper. You have to see that things are different now. Dipper started running in his sleep. I put my wing on him to comfort him. He stopped stirring as I dozed off myself.

#gravity falls #self insert #ford pines #dipper pines #so much for stardust #bee helluva boss #helluva boss #angst #rabies #deerper #everything turns to deer for me

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samstree · 3 years

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Hi Jin, 39. Lingering glances and soft expression only brought out by crush for the pining prompts?

Thanks for the prompt my dear! <3<3

How about a delirious Geralt who's only soft when he sees Jaskier! ;)

(geraskier, hurt/comfort, injuries, Geralt is high and Lambert is confused, 1.4k, pre-relationship)

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“I can’t deal with Geralt like this,” Lambert growls before he slams the bedroom door shut, all the while balancing the bowl of stew in his hand. “Let him starve. Maybe he’ll learn to behave.”

Jaskier’s pacing comes to a dead stop.

“What? You can’t just leave him! He was stranded in that cave for days. He needs the food!” the bard chews on his lower lip again, the skin there already burning from days of worry. “Look, Lambert, I appreciate you appearing out of nowhere to get him out. I really do. But can’t you just try harder? Please?”

The younger witcher lets out a grunt that sounds too similar to his wolf brother. He pinches the bridge of his nose.

“Look, bard. It’s not that I don’t want to.” The irritation in Lambert’s voice is palpable, but Jaskier can tell the hidden concern under all the gruffness. When it comes down to it, the rest of them are not that hard to read. “The scorpion’s venom is making him hallucinate. It’s putting him in a dreamlike state, because that’s how the creature keeps its victims subdued long enough to feed on them.”

“More the reason we shouldn’t leave him—”

“He is high as a kite and can’t even recognize me. He’s not himself!” Lambert sighs. “And he won’t stop… pawing at me.”

Jaskier stares at him incredulously, resting his hands on his hips.

“And what? You’re scared because your brother keeps touching you?” the bard huffs. “I’ll do it then!”

“Not just that,” Lambert snarls. “Geralt may be living some ridiculous dream in his head, but he’s still strong as fuck. Urgh, don’t ever tell him this, but he tried to tackle me just now and almost broke my arm. He certainly would have if it weren’t for his injury.”

Behind the thin wall, Jaskier can still hear Geralt murmuring incoherent nonsense. Perhaps he would have been able to deal with the worry that’s been churning in his stomach for days, if it weren’t for the next hoarse cry that penetrates the door and pierces right through his heart.

“…Where is he? Where…" Geralt slurs loudly, his voice sounding so lost, so lonely all of a sudden.

“That’s it. I’m going in.” Jaskier charges into the room, passing a Lambert who’s too slow to stop him because of the stew he’s holding.

At the back of his mind, he still registers the colorful curses the younger witcher lets out, but all he can focus on once he pushes open the door is Geralt. He’s sitting against the headboard in a position that can’t be comfortable. His shirt is nowhere to be found. The only thing that covers his torso is the bandage that roughly wraps around his shoulder, with specks of blood seeping out.

Oh, and his eyes. Honey gold keeps searching blindly but somehow is dimming by the moment. He looks as if he’s lost something important. Jaskier’s heart twists and he can’t help but reach for Geralt when those golden eyes fall on him. Those furrowed brows relax, just a smidge.

“Hey, it’s alright.” The bard’s palm falls on Geralt’s bicep, feeling the heat of his clammy skin. A relieved sigh heaves out of the witcher’s chest. “You are safe now, Geralt. Lambert got you out.”

Jaskier continues to brush back the stray hair at Geralt’s temple, tucking it away. Maybe his own distress is letting him see things that aren’t there, but he swears Geralt is leaning into his touch, even nuzzling his palm a little.

Oh, he’s so out of it.

“You don’t need to be scared anymore.” Jaskier puts as much reassurance in his voice as possible, although he’s not sure who he’s trying to convince. He takes Geralt’s wrist when Lambert calls out.

“No, bard! He’ll snap you like a—”

But Geralt only catches his hand gently, threading their fingers together. The witcher looks down at their interlocked hands and frowns, like his mind can’t process the image.

“Jaskier?” he whispers carefully before looking up at the bard, his eyes focusing with clarity for the first time.

“Yes, I’m here,” Jaskier chuckles tightly. “There you are, finally.”

“Am I dreaming?”

“No, this is as real as it gets.”

At those words, Geralt immediately springs up to wrap his arms around the bard, but it’s clear that he’s reining in the raw strength in his body, making the embrace tight but not crushing. Jaskier gasps in surprise but can only return the hug in equal measure.

It’s not that Geralt never shows affection, but it’s usually a lot less… direct like this. Or physical, like this. Although, the pawing is nice, especially when the pent-up worry in Jaskier’s chest is on the verge of breaking like a dam.

“You are okay. You are okay…” Geralt murmurs into Jaskier’s ear, clinging tightly to keep him close. “I couldn’t find you for so long. Jask, where did you go…”

“Oh.” It must be the dream that’s making the witcher behave out of the ordinary. The bard lets out a sigh, whether in relief or disappointment he can’t really tell. “I’m here now, don’t you worry, my dear. Although I do need you to do something for me.”

“Anything.”

Geralt pulls back to meet his gaze in earnest, his expression unbearably soft. Jaskier’s breath hitches. He’ll never see the same look again once Geralt gets down from the high, the bard laments silently.

“I need you to eat something. You haven’t had any food in days,” Jaskier explains patiently. “I can even help you, okay?”

Receiving a small nod from Geralt, the bard looks to Lambert, who’s leaning against the door frame with an exasperated look on his face. He shakes his head but complies with the silent request and retrieves the food.

All the while, Geralt is still fixing his eyes on Jaskier’s every movement as the bard arranges the pillows behind his back and helps him lean on them more comfortably.

“So he canbe nice,” Lambert snorts, shoving the bowl into Jaskier’s hands.

“The charms of not looking angry all the time. You should try it, Lambert.” Jaskier thanks him and begins helping Geralt down the stew. The witcher is still weak from the ordeal, so he has to also steady the bowl while Geralt scoops up the chunks of meat.

When Geralt is finished, Jaskier can’t help but flash out a grin, feeling quite proud of himself. Just when he gets up, a hand comes up to grab him urgently.

“Will you be gone again?” the witcher sounds haunted, his eyes glistening like a sad puppy.

“No, of course not. I promise.” Jaskier can only set down the now-empty bowl on the nightstand. Honey eyes still trail after his hands, and travel up to his face. “I know it’s hard to believe what you’re seeing. Your mind must feel like a mess right now,” he coos. “Maybe it’ll be better if you take a nap.”

“But you—”

“I’ll be here when you wake up.” A smile tugs at the corners of Jaskier’s lips as the witcher grins lazily in return. He untangles Geralt’s long hair as he shifts down on the bed, so it’s more comfortable when his head is pillowed nicely. The pad of his thumb brushes across Geralt’s forehead, tracing the shape of an eyebrow repeatedly.

Soft honey eyes flutter heavily, but still struggling to linger with a stubbornness that is typically Geralt.

“I’ll be here,” he whispers again.

Finally, the witcher drifts off under his ministration. When Jaskier turns to look at Lambert, the younger witcher is watching him intently, instead of his injured brother. Golden eyes that are more piercing than the bard is used to these days are fixed on him curiously, studying him like a puzzle.

“What?” Jaskier asks, confused at the attention.

But Lambert only shrugs, opens his mouth, and closes it. The sound of Geralt’s even breathing fills the silence.

“You—" Lambert finally says quietly. “He never… Urgh, never mind.” The other witcher waves his hand dismissively and turns to leave.

This one is even more confusing, Jaskier thinks as he ignores Lambert’s unsaid words, and returns to his vigil.

Somehow, with some occasional touches and murmured words, Geralt doesn’t seem to have any more distressing dreams in his slumber.

#geraskier #gereaskier fic #soft geralt #soft jaskier #hurt geralt #geralt whump #:((#pining #prompt fill

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adowbaldwin · 2 years

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Can you do a Baldwin smut

Well, so i had a smol idea, based off of Baldwin x Rima (despite the fact she literally only gets mentioned once, but come on. Fernando 1000000% introduced her to Baldwin/Congregation Library for a reason)

so, based off limited information of her (literally her name and dark eyes) i googled the name Rima ( https://themeaningofthename.com/rima/ )

and so, decidedly based off of the information that the name is popular in Armenia, Azerbaijan, Georgia, Lithuania, Saudi Arabia, United States of America i have taken it upon myself to fancast her as Samira Efendi, from Azerbaijan (also my favourite Eurovision 2021 contestant)

hope you like it @gracejj15 hehehhehe

*smut below the cut

Baldwin, depending on the way you looked at it, was either an opportunist or a hypercritic. Either way you couldn’t deny that he lived life to the full.

Rima, entirely the opposite of the demonic De Clermont head, she was a level person with very few sins to count.

She found him charming (shockingly) and he was attracted to her. It was odd, during the times when the covenant was upheld he had never taken up with a warmblood. It had been repealed now, so he was free to do as he wished. Much like he had in the years prior to it being instated. He had almost forgotten how nice and warm a human cunny was.

“are you just going to stare at me all day or get in?” he had barely turned to look at her, he could feel the intensity of her gaze

she chewed her lips contemplating. She was much rather enjoying the view of him in the shower, water cascading over his sculpted frame and very hard cock

“you best join me, this is entirely your fault you know” he pointed south at his throbbing cock.

she giggled, slipping off her chemise “yes Sieur” she circled her arms over his neck, breathing in the heady scent of him “i wish we could stay here forever”

“mmmmm” he mumbled against her neck, little kisses and nips trailed along the softest spots of her. She tilted her head back, contented moans as he sucked on her weakest part

“Keep this up and Fernando will definitely smell -”

he cut her off with a finger pressed to her pouted lips “do not mention him while i intend on fucking that sweet, sweet cunt of yours”

The tone of his voice made her shiver, warm Goosebumps on her skin as his delicate touch began to wonder. She held his gaze as he worked her core, thumb rubbing tight circles over her clit as he pressed a finger into her entrance. She could spend forever like this, pressed against the cold tile with his fingers scissoring, working her so well she wondered what she did before him.

He took in the sight of her hungrily, cock throbbing in want “So beautiful” he husked. He watched in curiosity as her core sucked his fingers back in, begging for more. He could watch it all day, her messy lips closing over the top of his knuckles as he buried them deep inside her

“That would be mmmm sweet if you weren't staring at my cunt while saying it” she struggled to speak, her body working into a frenzy. She tried as she could to meet his speed, hips gyrating with the move of his hands but it was no use. She was human, and far too delirious to focus

Baldwin let out a feral growl as she clamped around his fingers, a cry of his name falling from her lips followed by a quick succession of shit shit shit

she wasn't a shy woman, not by any means, but when he took his fingers to his mouth and sucked with fervour and moaned, it made her blush “so sweet” his voice was gruff with a mix of adoration “turn around” he lazily flickered his eyes over her body, the peach of her ass so tempting.

Thwack she jumped in shock as his hand collided with her bum “hey!” her moment of surprise quelled by the feeling of the tip of his cock breaching her entrance, firm hands guiding her legs apart and holding her in place “oh, oh”

She gasped as the full thickness of him eased into her fluttering core, arching her back with earnest. She rested her forearms against the tile bracing herself for it, him. His first few thrusts were slow and shallow, stretching and settling into her without causing any unwanted pain. He was always conscious of that, the vulnerability that came with a human “you okay” he pressed kisses along the cut of her jaw

“Just fuck me, for Christs sake” she whined, pushing back into him, grinding her hips with avid encouragement

He grunted under the friction, welcomed torment he would return in due course. He squeezed her sides, fingers digging into the plump flesh as he drove into her, pulling her into him as much as he fucked into her “so good for me” he moaned, hips wildly rutting into her, head flush against her shoulder. His praise made her flutter around him, his words sparking something dark and carnal deep in her.

She writhed and moaned under the building pleasure, her own cries mirrored by his grunts and groans, her name falling from his lips like a prayer beautiful Rima he’d say such a pretty pussy filthy comments were married in with endearments.

He turned her head sideways so he could see her, face contorted with pleasure, what he was giving her. Their eyes met, both filled with unbridled lust and want and for a moment he retreated, the thick head of his resting at her entrance before slamming back into her, the change of pace making her a keening mess under his control.

Rima relentlessly wailed his name, waking the neighbours seven towns over but she didn’t care, nor did he. She had been swirling her hips, meeting his pace but now all she could do was hold on for dear life, one hand squeezing his as Baldwin worked her over until she was a bumbling mess where the only thing she knew in that moment was pleasure. His hips drove forward harshly and with his free hand he flicked his thumb over her clit, moving between tight circles and rubbing.

They were panting heavily, the air in the bathroom now hot and humid, and she could feel her orgasm approaching rapidly. She enjoyed the roughness of his fingers against her pearly bud, and he knew just when to quicken the pace or change rhythm. He knew her body expertly. He kissed and nipped against her shoulder, thrusts now becoming more erratic and Rima knew he would come undone at any moment. Just as well he knew her, she knew his cues.

White hot pleasure crawled up her spine, his ministrations of her throbbing clit pushing her to heaven. The salacious squelches of their sex damped by their moans, the very feel of being around each other intoxicating. That feeling blossomed deep and she went taught with her climax a ragged sob catching in her throat as she cum. She could do next to nothing as she shook, after waves crashing around her as his pace began to falter “Fuck” he hissed against her ear, followed by a soft whine of her name. The feel of her violently clashing around his heavy cock was all he needed, and with an undignified cry he spilled inside her.

He kept himself nestled inside her, both regaining their senses and breathing “Perfect” he practically cooed, soft kiss pressed to the top of her head “fucking perfect”

“do you have to work today?” the disappointment lingered in her voice, and then she was letting out a discontented sound as he slipped out of her. She stayed silent as he gently washed her, shower head skimming over sensitive areas. He turned the water off, the silence now odd change of pace in the previously noisy room.

She felt his big hands on her waist as he turned her around “I do suppose I deserve a day or two off” they both smiled at each other before leaning in for a slow, soft kiss, mumbling words of adoration against each other’s lips.

#adow #adow smut #smutty #Baldwin Montclair #king smut #a discovery of witches #baldwin de clermont #fic

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in-tua-deep · 3 years

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Are you into my hero academia? What about an AU or crossover with tua?

UHHHH I am technically, like, peripherally? I watched some seasons of the show like two or three years ago and since then have simply absorbed all content through osmosis, reading fanfiction that has canon events, and my sister telling me about the arcs of her fav characters lmao

so a crossover hmmm

First of all you'd have to like, establish whether bnha is an alternate universe or just The Future If No Apocalypse with quirks being traced back to the descendants of the kids born without mothers

So let's say it's that - the glowing baby was the "first quirk" but the truth is people had powers before that. But - well, the Umbrella Academy was obviously a marketing gimmick to those in the future! There were even comics based on them

In the future, you might find some of those comics in museum exhibits dedicated to depictions of powers in the pre-quirk era, but they're just fun depictions and much less popular than, oh, DC or MCU comics which are also in the exhibits!

End of s2 doesn't happen I guess in this au?? No sparrow academy at least lmao. So, the Umbrella Academy stop the apocalypse (again) and the Commission threat is? Neutralized? Whatever. They decide to jump back to the future

Five warns them that time travel is a crapshoot, that he has no fucking idea when they'll land beyond some nebulous "future" because Five can at least control the direction if not exactly how long

Also, Five is like. Super tired. Incredibly tired. Homeboy still has a healing gut wound, time traveled twice, has been jumping all over the place, gotten even more injured, experienced paradox psychosis, and managed to undo time all in the space of like, two weeks. There actually more than that but we don't have time to get into how fucking tired Five is from his ~Month of Hell

Like genuinely this is like putting someone almost delirious from lack of sleep in the driver's seat of a car and expecting to get to your destination in one piece

But hey, the siblings are like "do it uwu" and Five has sacrificed everything for them already so why not get behind the wheel again

So Five jumps them, and of course something goes wrong because Five has pushed his powers like a great big rubber band and honestly it was only a matter of time before he lost his grip and it snapped back to hit him

So here be the umbrella academy: spilled out into the future like a cup of bad coffee.

Five probably isn't in too good of shape tbh, like they're hundreds of years in the future (but hey at least confirmation of no apocalypse am I right) in a world full of superpowers and Five is like. bleeding from his ears and nose probably idk

Let's handwave a little bit - Reginald made them all polyglots so the squad all speak varying levels of Japanese. Allison is the best at it, Five is second best but tends to use more archaic words bc he had missions in Japan back when he was with the commission, and Klaus is third best.

(Ben is the worst bc he decided when he was 16-and-dead that he didn't have to do anything regarding lessons and maintenance and hasn't given a shit since - but also he's dead so)

So you have a bunch of weird adults with a bleeding child in like, an alley who have appeared from nowhere

so of course heroes get involved

Anyway, the squad get taken in and Five is conscious but like, barely? And he's not going to let himself get separated from his siblings again fuck-you-officer and there is a lot of confusion

anyway detective tsukauchi ends up getting involved and ends up having to hear this batshit story and be like "...truth." which sends all kinds of people scrambling because fucking time travel? Like yeah, it's been theorized to be a possible quirk but there's no recorded cases of any sort of time travel that is for more than 24 hours let alone hundreds of years

"I'm an adult." Five says sourly, "I just happened to be returned to my 13 year old body when I time traveled one time."

"True." Tsukauchi says, feeling his soul leave his body, but like. absently. the way he does when he's called in at 2am after getting off of work at midnight.

"I'm 58." Five says.

"Lie." Tsukauchi says, because this is a headcanon hill I will die on.

"I'm probably 58, but it was hard to keep track. I'm at least 50." Five corrects.

"True." Tsukauchi sighs like these six (seven? they keep referring to another sibling and Klaus said 'ghost' like that was fine and it registered as true and Tsukauchi is not nearly paid enough for this) are not giving him a migraine by just existing

on the bright side there's like, probably protocols in place for individuals who are Legally Chronologically Adults but thanks to quirks are Not Physically Or Not Mentally Adults with tests to determine if the individual needs a guardian or not

though i'm gonna be honest idk if Five would pass the test bc he literally cannot take care of himself at all, has never paid taxes or understands how to exist legally, and also his emotional maturity is stunted as all hell. also like. we don't actually know how much being in his thirteen-year-old body affects his mental state but yeAH Five is vibing

anyway Tsukauchi probably phones a friend on this bullshit because Time Travel Child alone is probably enough for the Hero Commission to be like "find a way to control and use it or nuke it from orbit" and that's not even touching whatever the fuck Klaus is doing (shit gets real once 'dead men tell no tales' stops being true) let ALONE Allison's whole deal

on the bright side like, at least Vanya isn't getting side-eyed that much bc Big Destructive Quirks aren't exactly unknown? if vanya wanted to i guess quirk suppressors exist for that until extensive training on how to control a super powerful quirk happens

Tsukauchi in the group chat: Aizawa please I am literally begging you to take this bullshit on

Aizawa: in this economy? with my class?

RatGod: lol we'll take them ;3c

Aizawa: no

Anyway they probably end up having to live at UA while Five insists on trying to get them home still and everyone else is like "oh hey we used to be child soldiers as well! (:" and Aizawa is like "i hate everything about this and everything about all of you but also like nedzu is making me interact with you so :/"

nedzu is out here vibing like "lol i just don't want the hero commission to get their little paws on these time traveling fuckers, i think you should make then teaching assistants or something"

honestly the siblings are probably like. figuring out how to function in the bnha universe and getting like, legally registered and stuff while Five ferally refuses bc that's like saying he's giving up on getting them home and he can do this

Recovery girl tries to heal him a little when he arrives and he passes out for two weeks like, immediately bc homeboy is running on fumes and spite at this point

also i think on principle it would be REALLY FUNNY if the squad got to tag along with the class bc like. Five is thirteen and the class are all 15. this does not sound like a large age gap. anyone who has interacted with teenagers know that the class would squint at Five and be like "who is this sassy lost middle schooler."

I feel like when I was a sophomore we were still like "freshman... babie" even though we were literally only one year older.

i think the difference between the umbrella academy and school kids would be pretty funny like. objectively the bnha kids are lowkey child soldiers?? like they're 15 and fighting villains but like, there's all this red tape and laws and stuff but,,, deku still be breaking his limbs in a child fighting ring against equally superpowered children for like. entertainment and sponsorships sooo

but also like Five would be like "oh cool when is the experimentation class"

"the what"

"you know, when your powers are pushed real hard by putting you in different terrible situations while your dad and sibling stand by with clipboards writing down the exact voltage it takes before you can't use your powers anymore when being electrocuted"

"hound dog's office is right there. therapy is available to you at any time. i need you to know this."

all might calls Luther "my boy" like one (1) time and Luther just breaks down crying probably because he is starved for positive attention

klaus and midnight get along like a literal house on fire, aizawa tried his best to keep them apart for as long as possible but god damn

(klaus: your name is shimura nana??

all might: immediately dies choking on blood)

i feel it absolutely necessary to point out that aizawa, present mic, and midnight are all like, 30? and the umbrella academy are all between 29-early 30s? they are PEERS but like. the umbrella academy are more chaotic due to childhood trauma

the umbrella academy probably get offered to like. also train to be heroes. i mean,, there HAS to be some sort of track for people who change careers right?? you don't have to cement your future as a hero when you're 15 i'm sure there must be something and the squad already have experience if they want to go be legal heroes

diego probably does at least?? diego just vibes honestly. diego gets momo to make knives during a team exercise and they just go feral on everyone else and it ends with diego highfiving momo and someone getting way to close to being stabbed for comfort

Five might just be. legally enrolled as an Actual Student? But also i think it's funny to picture the entire squad just. all in the back of the classroom with luther trying to fit into a high school desk as they take notes on the laws of The Future surrounding heroics

every word out of the umbrella academy's mouths just make everyone more concerned on principal but like, five and klaus are probably the worst offenders. Klaus just says whatever comes to mind with no filter and Five doesn't get what people would consider to be abnormal anymore like

Five: yeah our dad bought us when we were babies and experimented on us throughout our childhood in order to make an elite team of child soldiers superheroes, it happens

Todoroki: ...have you heard of quirk marriages?

izuku probably has an aneurism bc he's is the only person who might recognize them from the comics because you know ya boy extensively researched the idea of heroics in pre-quirk eras (batman was an inspiration alright???) and might dredge up a memory of a less popular comic series

Five: I can time travel but it is very hard, which is why we are hundreds of years in the future. And why I look like a child.

Kaminari: so are you a kid or not?

Five, serenely: whatever is most convenient for me at any given moment

Mina: hell yeah game the system

they have a brief lesson on astronomy and Luther raises his hand like "ooh! i was isolated on the moon for four years and did SO MUCH research" and then just gets up and starts infodumping like way too much information on the moon

Izuku sitting there like "damn if quirks hadn't popped up we could have achieved so much in terms of space travel. please tell me more giant man who lived in pre-quirk era."

Vanya finds out about the quirkless and is like "oh mood that genuinely sounds like my childhood, being ordinary in a house full of extraordinary people, and then i found out that i did have powers but only much later in life after i had already been emotionally scarred by the experience"

deku: vanya we have so much in common

iida and uraraka: concerned noises

aizawa: hound dog. therapy with hound dog for all of you.

there's probably some conflict with like, the hero commission wanting to get their hands on the time travelers?? but probably especially five and klaus as a) time travel and b) ghosts (the hc def has bodies they would like to stay buried)

five has a pavlovian reaction to anything with 'commission' in the name and hates them on site, probably plays into his age in order to become a ward of UA or something to protect him from the commission a little bit.

(this makes nedzu Five's legal guardian. aizawa has his resignation papers all prepped in a drawer marked 'in case of emergency' but let's be real, if nedzu wants to take over the world aizawa should probably be on the rat-bear's side of things :/)

five: ah, i do recall the inhumane experimentation that we were subjected to

nedzu, who was experimented on: haha same hat! want me to dig up the location of reginald hargreeves's remains so you can spit on them?

klaus: nah no worries we dumped them out in the courtyard unceremoniously like, a while back. how long ago varies for each of us because of time travel!

luther: you said hound dog's office was down the hall and to the right?

on the bright side, Luther probably feels like. way less self conscious about his body, partially bc of his fighting and all that in the 60s but also bc !! now he genuinely doesn't feel like a freak. no one even gives him a second glance. one of the teachers looks like a slab of cement with a face. gang orca looks Like That. there is literally a student with an entire bird head and goth aesthetic. Luther does not stick out at all

allison and shinso bond over having "villainous" voice-based quirks

allison and shinso having worn muzzles at some point in their youth as punishment 🤝

aizawa probably helps train vanya as well with the whole, being able to erase a world ending quirk safely thing he's got going on which makes for a very nice safety net

i don't think vanya would want to be a hero at the end of things though. maybe the assistant teacher in the music class or something?? all vanya wants is to be able to not end the world

i feel like as time goes by, five brings up trying to get home less and less. part of that is because like,,, genuinely what do they have to go back to?? Allison has Claire, but like. I'm 100% sure the first thing she did in the future was try track down Claire's records and found out Claire was like. fine. became an adult, had a family, probably became the ancestor of the first "quirked" kids who officially popped up after light baby. had a good life, died at an old age etc. etc.

they start settling into the bnha world with like, "we can always hop aboard the five express into where the fuck ever" as a plan Z if things go completely pear shaped (again)

i'mma be real, five himself doesn't give a fuck as long as there is a) no apocalypse and b) his family is alive. Like that's it. His bar is so incredibly low and yet his life keeps fucking trying to limbo under it

i just think it would be funny to have like, Five trying to get along with his "peers" and make friends while the siblings do the same but like, in the staff room

also think it would be funny for five to just walk into the staff room and get coffee occasionally.

a teacher: why is a student in here -

Five, sipping coffee: i'm an adult

nedzu like "what kind of guardian would i be if i didn't teach my new son all the tunnels around ua so he can pop out wherever"

five like "hey new dad can i put stashes of supplies all around ua of weapons, money, food, and other assorted things that might be useful if one needed to fight or make a run for it" and nedzu is like "haha just put your list of what supplies you want in your go bags on my desk and i'll critique it later!"

anyway a bnha/tua crossover would be incredibly chaotic but probably very funny

#long post #far tua long #tua bnha crossover #what kind of disaster is this #there are so many characters in bnha to even consider #there is no more apocalypse so five either chills the fuck out or his paranoia ramps up to an eleven #or both!#five teleporting into nedzu's office like: hey i wrote a 52 page potential contingency plan for if x happens #and nedzu is like 'wonderful!' and gives it back to five the next day with corrections and critiques in red ink #klaus ben and ghost!nana get along like a house on fire even if she keeps telling klaus that he's too skinny #ben: klaus is an absolute fucking idiot with zero braincells #nana nodding sagely while looking at all might: ah yes i know the exact type #diego and snipe become absolute bros like ride or die because why not #luther gets positive reinforcement and goes to therapy #also thirteen listens patiently to luther infodumping about space because i think that would be nice #five is either like 'i'm only thirteen uwu' or 'i'm fifty eight' and there is nothing in between - only what is most convenient #i feel like kaminari and mina vibe with five's brand of chaos #iida doesn't know whether to murder five for being a gremlin and disobeying so many rules or to be respectful bc five is technically old #aizawa is SO TIRED y'all #aizawa thinks vanya is going to be the good hargreeves but PSYCHE all the hargreeves are equally chaotic in different ways #five calls nedzu 'dad' for the sole reason that it makes every teacher and/or hero in earshot cringe in automatic fear #klaus also calls nedzu dad because he just thinks it's funny #five and nedzu have similar coping mechanisms so they vibe but nedzu also vibes with klaus's sense of chaotic humor #five gets talked into healthier coping mechanisms by way of 'keeping his cover' or 'preventing the hc from getting their hands on you'#aka five is not allowed to drink alcohol #five HAS gone to midnight and been like 'hey teach knock me the fuck out my brain is working overdrive and i need to not be awake anymore'

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“This week’s movie is…” you paused for the dramatic effect and met each one of your club members’ eyes before pulling out the DVD case from your bag. “Sweet Blossoms!”

Everyone groaned.

“Hey!” you laughed, putting the movie down on the desk. A gorgeous smile tugged at your lips. “It’s my turn so I get to choose!”

“You always choose the worst ones,” your classmate mumbled. “I’m sick of watching romantic comedies. Besides, this is one of the last times we’ll watch a movie in our club.”

Yeah, the graduation was close.

You pouted, giving one person, in particular, the puppy eyes. “Junpei,” you said. “Tell them something, you’re the president.”

Junpei chuckled nervously when you put him on the spot like that. “Haha, I… We made a promise to let one of us choose a movie each week, we should keep our promise.”

“I’m not watching that,” the other club member said. “We’re here to watch movies we appreciate, not whatever dumpster trash you like.”

Although the other two members were being mean, they were right.

“Guys,” Junpei was unsure to say something. He could see how your smile vanished, your shoulders slackened as you flipped the DVD to its back so you wouldn’t need to see the cover title. “It’s her turn to choose.”

“Nevermind,” you uttered, putting the DVD back in your bag. “They’re right. I was being selfish. You can skip my turn.”

“But-”

“Great! I rented Pulp Fiction yesterday and brought it with me.” Your classmate dove his hand inside his bag to fish out the DVD.

Junpei noticed the way your lower lip trembled and you pressing your lips together to hide it. When your gaze met him, you forced a smile on your face, mouthing that it was alright.

You were just like him.

He got up from his seat to sit next to you as your classmate put the movie in the DVD player. It was nothing unusual, most of you sat together to make small comments during a movie.

You pushed your stuff on the desk to the side so he could have some space to put his bag.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, the movie had already started.

“There’s no reason for you to apologize,” you softly stated, leaning closer to keep your voice down and not disturb the movie. “It was my fault.”

“Still, we gather here to watch movies our members enjoyed. We’re not actual film critics or anything.” He was trying not to lower his gaze to your chest. One of the buttons had come undone on your shirt, he could see your bra. “Next week is my turn, I can rent the movie you wanted to watch so we can watch it. They won’t complain then.”

Your eyes widened and he could swear that he saw them sparkle. A second later, you dropped your gaze to your lap to fidget with your fingers. “Nevermind, it’ll cause trouble. It’s passive-aggressive and I don’t wanna cause trouble for anyone. Nobody wanna watch the movie I chose anyway.”

“I do,” he whispered, cheeks flushing. While you weren’t looking he had gotten a chance to peek inside your shirt.

Lifting your head, you looked up at him with the prettiest and the most genuine smile he had ever seen. “Really?”

He nodded in affirmation, “We can watch it together after school if y-you wanna.”

“Shh!” The oldest club member turned and pointed two fingers at you and then to his eyes. “No flirting in the losers club.”

Both of you got quiet and it took you a long moment before leaning closer to tell Junpei something.

“So, where will we watch the movie?”

That was how he ended up bringing you to his place. You awkwardly sat on his bed and he tried to stop his shaking hands.

“I wish I had a television in my room too,” you said, starting a conversation to ease the mood. “You’re so lucky, Jun!”

Calling him nicknames like that… you were trying to make him delirious. “I-it’s nothing, it’s some old thing I got from second hand.”

“Still!”

He heard a rustling sound. Once he was done with putting the movie in the DVD player, he whipped his head around to check what you were doing.

His breathing almost stopped when he saw you laying on his bed and checking your phone. You were moving your legs up on the air as you scrolled down some social media platform. Your skirt wasn’t long enough to cover the supple flesh of your thighs, they were squished together and because you were laying on your chest, the skirt’s fabric was relaxed on your ass, leaving not much to the imagination.

Junpei gulped audibly and averted his gaze. “The movie.” That was all he managed to say.

You hummed and sat up on his bed as he took a place next to you. He couldn’t understand why you were so careless, didn’t you think of him as a man?

No, you were purely naive. Not at all aware of the real dangers of the world. Not at all aware of what kind of thoughts about you went through his mind every single day.

The movie opened with the female lead who from her first appearance stated that she was the manic pixie dream girl getting some flowers from a secret admirer despite having a boyfriend.

It was simply trash. That was the only way he could describe the storyline or the mood of the movie. On his own, under any condition, Junpei wouldn’t pick this garbage up and sit through it but since you wanted to watch it… he had to endure it.

You, on the other hand, seemed to enjoy the movie. Hands on your lap, gasping every now and then when the male lead encouraged the female lead to dump her boyfriend with his shitty compliments.

He found it kind of amusing to watch you react to the movie rather than watch it himself. Soon enough his gaze dropped to your lap. Under the skirt were your bare legs and you were sitting on his bed. Your ass was placed on his bed. The thought of your panties touching the sheets of his bed made his thoughts go south. If you got wet right now, you could soak his sheets.

Slowly, you shifted on his bed, getting in a more comfortable position to watch the movie. Unbeknownst to you, he had a better view of your cleavage now, it was only natural that he couldn’t look away. As vulnerable you were, he was still a man and like any other man, Junpei couldn’t stop himself from fantasizing.

What color panties were you wearing? If he lifted your skirt up to check, would you be surprised? You wouldn’t push him away, that was for sure. You came here all on your own after all, laying on his bed like that and looking like this… There was no doubt you were basically inviting him to fuck you.

The credits rolled sooner than he would have wanted.

You stretched your arms over your head and let out a soft groan. “Thank you, Jun.”

“For what?” He got up from his bed to take the DVD out from the player.

“For watching this with me. I’m so lucky to have a friend like you!” A friend, huh? He thought of you more than a friend but you were probably playing hard to get. The two of you were the same, you just had to be embarrassed to admit your feelings for him. Yeah, that had to be it.

“I liked the movie.” Liar. He didn’t watch it.

Silence.

“I should get going,” you sighed, retrieving your bag and jacket from the floor.

By the time you stood up, Junpei was holding the DVD case towards you. “I hope you had fun.”

“I did.” You smiled, taking it from him. “Thank you again.”

Junpei was languidly nodding, lost in his own thoughts.

As soon as you left his room and apartment, Junpei hurried back to his room. Getting on his knees, he pressed his face into the exact spot you sat on for two full hours. He took a deep inhale, filling his lungs to their limit.

So this was your scent.

Unbuckling his belt, he kept inhaling the smell of your pussy absorbed on his sheets. He was already impossibly hard, if it weren’t for the way he was slouching when you were beside him, you would definitely notice.

His hand wrapped around his cock and he stroked it from the base to the tip, using your smell and his own fantasies about you as his material for today.

Oh, how he wished he could smell you directly.

~~~

The next day, he couldn’t look you in the eye during the club meeting to talk about the movie everyone watched yesterday.

While you were debating with the two other members about how although the cinematography and the dialogue were great you didn’t enjoy the excessive amount of cursing.

“You just don’t understand cinema,” one of them grumbled.

“Couldn’t agree more, I mean… Do you even watch anything other than your weird romance movies?” The other one grinned.

“Let’s not take it too far,” Junpei mumbled, his words went unheard.

“I didn’t say anything bad about the movie,” you argued. “It was well written but the dialogue was too vulgar for my taste.”

“And since when do you have taste?”

Laughter.

“Yeah, she’s such a scatterbrained normie.”

“Guys.” Junpei stood up on his seat to stop the hassle.

“At least I’m not a pathetic loser.” It slipped. As if you had been wanting to say it out loud for so long. “You know that this is why nobody likes any of you, right?”

It became silent.

Junpei sat back on his chair and the other two who had been grinning from ear to ear as they were teasing you frowned.

You clapped a hand over your mouth, realizing what you had said but the deed was done.

“Sorry.” Mumbling, you gathered your stuff and left the clubroom.

~~~

Getting bullied wasn’t the worst part. It was the way other people treated him because he was getting bullied.

People looked at him with pity, sometimes talked to him because they wanted to include him. They were all doing these things to feel better about themselves. It was never about him.

He could let the cigarette burns, all the times he got beaten and the countless lies others spread about him slip but not the fake kindness.

He hated the fakes.

~~~

It was two days after the incident when you finally decided to approach Junpei before he exited the school garden.

“Hey, Jun.”

A shiver rose up his spine and he stopped walking momentarily. “(name), good to see you.” He turned around to face you but you were looking down onto the pavement. You didn’t want to look him in the face.

“Yeah...” You took a deep breath to calm your senses before speaking. “I just wanted to apologize for the other day. I didn’t mean any of the things I said.”

He said nothing.

“I’m really sorry about it, I was being bitter because of the way they talked to me but I shouldn’t have reacted that way.”

He proceeded to stay quiet, though you had a lot to say to him, it was impossible to find the courage or the words to speak when he was being like this. However, you came prepared for anything.

Reaching inside your bag, you pulled out a DVD case with a movie title Junpei had been looking forward to watching. You had heard him talk about it nonstop for months until it got released recently. He couldn’t get his hands on the DVD itself because of how the movie was always rented out but now, you were holding it.

“Wanna watch it together? My treat.”

How could he possibly say no?

“Okay.”

Your nerves eased when he put on a smile.

Thankfully, the walk to his place was short. In his room, you took off your jacket and grabbed the DVD case to put it on yourself. “I tipped the cashier a couple of extra bucks to get my hands on this,” you giggled and turned on his television with the remote control, the player lit up instantly.

“You didn’t have to.”

“Well, it’s just my way of apologizing, don’t sweat it!” Pressing the button for the disc slot, you opened the case to grab the CD. “Besides, I wanted to watch this for a long time too.”

He could tell you were lying but he wasn’t sure if you were trying to be nice to him out of pity or not. Gradually, he realized he couldn’t put you in a box. You two were alike. Exactly like him, you didn’t know where you fit in but he started to get an idea about where might fit in just fine.

As you were standing with the remote control in your hands and waiting for the movie title to show up on the screen, a set of hands were placed on your hips, making you flinch.

“Jun?”

Junpei couldn’t help but press himself against you, his hands on your hips moved to your stomach, and grabbed the remote control out of your grasp. He threw the device to the side.

“Jun?” you tried calling him again, not realizing he needed a hug this badly. “Are-are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he replied, you felt him bury his face into your hair and heard him take a sniff. His hands moved in different ways. One slid up to cup your breast over your shirt and the other slid down your stomach.

“Um, if you wanna hug me, I can face you. This position is… weird....” You merely comprehended that he wasn’t hugging you when his hand soothed the fabric of your skirt and went under it to grab you by your pussy.

Your thighs pressed together at the same time a surprised gasp left your lips. His hand was pushing you towards him as he was pressing against you, urging you to feel everything.

“Wait,” you tried to say, but when his hips snapped forward it broke into another gasp. A finger pressed on your slit over the fabric of your panties, he dragged it up while his hand harshly groped your breast.

“W-what are you doing?”

“What do you think?” Junpei nosed some hair out of his way and placed his lips on your nape, grazing his lips on the sensitive skin before moving to kiss your neck. “I thought you were here to spend time with me.” His teeth nibbled on the thin flesh and your legs turned to jelly.

“B-but the movie.”

Hooking a finger under the elastic on the edge of your panties, he pulled them to the side and let his middle finger slip inside.

“We can watch it later.”

“Jun, wait.” You squirmed and tried to move away from his fingers but you were trapped. If you moved backward you were going to press harder against his erection and moving forward meant his finger going deeper inside you. The latter was the worst option, so you moved your hips away from his hand.

What you hadn’t calculated was the way you were rocking back on forth with Junpei as he was grinding his clothed cock against the soft flesh of your ass. When you pressed yourself against him harder, it didn’t leave any more space for you to move away from his fingers.

Thanks to your dumb decision, Junpei had you right where he wanted.

“You’re so cute, always trying to act smarter than you actually are,” he whispered, lips brushing against your neck. “When you left that day after we watched your stupid movie, I jerked off to you.”

His hand on your breast moved between your bodies and placed on the front of his pants. He tugged them down while drawing small circles on your neck with his tongue and two of his fingers thrust inside your slick heat.

“I shoved my nose into the exact spot you sat to inhale your scent.”

The revelation of what he did after you left made you tremble. His hot and wet tongue pressed flat against the side of your neck and his fingers moving in a scissoring motion distracted you from his free hand guiding his cock between your legs.

“From the moment we met, I knew we were made for each other, (name).”

Nevertheless the awkward positioning, he slipped his fingers out of you and moved to grab your leg from the back of your knee. He lifted your leg until his cock had enough space to move and his hips surged forward.

A panicked sound left your lips when his cock moved between your folds rather than going inside like he had planned.

Before you could struggle, he pulled his hips back and thrust forward, angling his hips in the right direction. This time, it was a success.

Both of you moaned in unison.

Junpei buried his face into your neck and groaned loudly to the sensation of your warm cunt. Your gummy walls were sucking him right in. He couldn’t help slamming his hips into your pussy with a little too much force. You shook in his arms, nearly losing your balance “J-Jun,” you breathed, tone faint. “T-the movie.”

“Is that what you really want right now?” he whispered into your ear, thrusting in your cunt agitatedly.

You wanted to say something and shove him away so the two of you could focus on the movie that was playing on the screen instead but his cock stroked a sweet spot inside made you melt in his hold. You moaned instead, giving him the answer he wanted to hear.

He picked up a pace to fuck into you in a smooth motion and roughly pound into your pussy to steal cute little moans out of you. He was too lost in pleasure to be able to think. All he wanted was to feel your pussy clench around his cock.

His kisses on your neck turned into biting and you felt him lift your leg higher, launching both of you forward when you lost your balance. You managed to hold onto the TV stand while Junpei didn’t let the small accident interrupt him.

Letting go of your leg, he placed his hand on your back and pushed until you arched your back.

Now, he could thrust deeper inside you. Almost frantically, he started hammering his cock into your pussy. The impact caused you to place both hands on the furniture in front of you and hold onto it for dear life. Your clenching walls around him felt heavenly, he couldn’t stop moving his hips.

A shaky moan escaped your lips when the tip of his cock kissed your cervix. Your hands gripped the furniture and your toes curled at the sensation. At some point, your attention suddenly averted to Junpei’s wandering hands pulling your back flush against his chest as every thrust of his hips left you shaking and begging for more.

“J-Jun,” you whined.

He knew exactly what it meant. If he couldn’t tell from the neediness in your voice, he could tell it from the way your gummy walls started pulsating around his cock. Instead of picking up his pace and fucking you like an animal in heat like you thought he would do, Junpei tried to thrust deeper, stroking your sensitive spot with his cock until your vision turned white and you started rocking yourself back on Junpei’s cock. Only then his thrusts became harder, almost as if he wanted to claim you as his only.

“Can I do it inside?” Junpei didn’t need an answer but you gave him one anyway.

“Y-yeah.”

His pace suddenly slackened, he was close to his own orgasm. He pushed his cock in your pussy down to the base and you felt the slight twitch of his balls on your ass as thick spurts of seed filled your womb.

He lowly grunted, continuing to move his hips and fucking his seed into you with disgustingly wet sounds. Your legs started to shake under you, his hands on your hips were the only things keeping you standing up but once he let go of you, the support disappeared. You dropped on the floor, his cum oozed out of you and stained the carpet.

None of you said anything. Not when you were catching your breaths or when you were fixing your clothes.

It took you a full minute before you asked something so utterly idiotic. “Should I go home?”

At that exact moment, he understood why people enjoyed bullying others who were weaker than them.

“I thought you came here to watch the movie with me.” He dared to say.

You stared at him blankly, your gaze slowly turned to the movie that had been playing the whole time and a faint smile tugged at your lips as you reached for the remote control on the other side of the carpet to restart the movie.

~~~

In the next club meeting, Junpei brought the movie you had wanted to watch last week.

Although the other two groaned in unison, they sat through the entire movie once Junpei told them they owed you this.

As for you, watching the movie you had already seen a week ago was boring but the anticipation to watch another new release you had rented with Junpei after school was enough to keep you on the edge.

#wrote this for a reader after they said junpei was their fave and gifted it to them lol #idk if they follow me on tumblr but if they do... i love you <3 #reader is a leetle dumb #junpei x reader #junpei yoshino x reader

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Surprises | Sub! Zhongli

Pairing: Zhongli x GN!Reader

Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!

Words: 1.4k

A/N: A short one for now (bc im lazy and i just wrote this on my phone skskks) but I just needed to get this out of my system bc all week all i thought about was naked apron zhongli and politics,,, not a good combination

Warning: THIS IS AN 18+ FIC, SO MINORS OUT THERE, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

It was by the end of a long adventure when you decided to return home to Liyue—home to your ex-Archon husband who had been patiently waiting for you.

The situation has always been like this, and perhaps someday it will change but you decided to cross that bridge when you get there.

As for now, what's important was the fact that you were back at home, lugging around your heavy backpack as you open the door, yet only to be greeted by something you hadn't expected, not in a million years.

"Z-Zhongli…? What—"

With eyes wide, your luggage fell to the floor along with your jaw. There in front of the kitchen counter was your beloved husband, still handsome and elegant though his attire has proven otherwise. Only covered by a flimsy plain-looking apron, you could see his whole package without much impediment.

"Oh, it seems you have returned, my love," he replied as if he wasn't naked except for an apron.

You closed your eyes as you held on to the dining table for support.

"Right, yes, yes I'm back," you replied, sighing. "But more importantly, could you please explain to me why you're wearing that?"

Zhongli only raised his brows at you.

"Oh this? Is it not to your liking, my love? Childe has informed me that this could improve our relationship."

Upon hearing the Snezhnayan troublemaker's name, you sighed again, this time much louder.

"You really should stop taking advice from him, Zhongli."

A long hum followed, his hands now on his chin as if thinking deeply—or as deeply as you could in a naked apron.

"Then I suppose it is not to your liking then," he plainly replied and you groaned.

It's not like you didn't like it—you really like the view of his buttcheeks for one—but this is just….it's just….

You pursed your lips. You're running out of reasons why this isn't good.

"That's not the point," you told him, walking towards his direction and placing a hand on his chest. "I...just—"

Looking up, you were met with amber orbs, gazing down on you and waiting patiently for you to continue. Yet there was no hope for your reply, you were utterly mesmerized by him at that moment—realizing that you had missed him so much and now he was right there in front of you.

"YN?" Zhongli called your attention, concerned why you had stalled in the midst of your sentence.

Biting your lip, you tried to hold off lustful thoughts before you could turn them into actions. But there was no escape. As he wrapped his solid arms around your waist and gently kissed your forehead, you knew you can't stop yourself from ravishing him. It has been too long afterall.

Gazing into his eyes, you slowly inched yourself closer to him—face flushed as you bumped noses which made the both of you smile at each other.

"You know what, I won't question the apron anymore."

With those words, you captured his lips in a soft, gentle kiss as you poured all your love for Zhongli. You missed this, you missed his warmth and the gentle strength of his embrace. He must've felt the same way too, as you felt him grow stiffer underneath the apron.

Gradually, the nips and bites became deeper, tongues exploring each other again after such a long time. It was quite obvious this wouldn't end with a simple make out session, and while you would rather have a shower first, you were far too horny to care.

"Zhongli…" you whispered above his lips, exchanging pecks. "I want to take you here…"

The man could only flush at your suggestion yet he nodded nonetheless. It has been a while since you were inside of him and the mere thought of it made his shaft twitch in anticipation.

With one last long drawn kiss, you hurriedly went to the bedroom and got all the things you needed, including some lubricant. When you returned, your husband was already turned towards the counter, his ass bare and ready for what's to come.

You grinned, spreading his asscheeks so you can take a good look of his hole.

"Have you been playing with yourself while I was away?" You asked, lathering your hands good with lube as well as his hole.

"I…mmn….y-yes…" Zhongli replied, bent against the counter with his ass on the air. It was such an erotic position, especially while you were teasing him, and it only fueled his arousal.

You hummed, fingers grazing around the rim. "Tell me what you'd do."

"Nghh….I would...t-touch myself…! A-aaahn! Y-YN…!" he struggled to reply, his words punctuated by moans while you inserted one digit.

"Oh? Touch yourself where, my love?" You continued, pumping in and out of him, preparing him for something much bigger.

Zhongli was beginning to feel delirious. Your fingers thrusting inside his hole was already too much, but when you began teasing his hardened nipples, he couldn't help but loose all coherent thought.

"Eughh….! Nnmm…! Y-YN….n-not so fast...I—!"

"Not until you answer my question," you replied calmly though that was simply an act. You were just as aroused as him,watching as he arched his back, or when he makes such a debauched face everytime you hit a really good spot.

"I-I…! Nnghh….rub...my cock...mmn!!" He groaned as you follow his words, hands pumping his now engorged length.

"Like this?"

With half-lidded eyes, he moaned in ecstasy as you stimulated both his cock and his hole. He had truly missed this sensation of almost passing out in pleasure.

"Y-yes...yes!! F-fuck…love...nnghh!!" He whispered as if in a state of trance. "M-my...my hole...too…"

At this point, his words only served to arouse you more—wanting more than ever to fill him up. There was just something erotic with a submissive Zhongli that you jist can't help getting turned on with.

"You...like it...in here, don't you?" You pushed three digits in roughly, making Zhongli arch his back against the counter as his dick leaked pre-cum.

"O-oohhh….! Hhnghhh….! Y-YN…! P-please...please….I—"

Grinning, you suddenly slapped his ass, making him tighten up around your fingers. You knew he was ready for you, and you couldn't take it anymore. He was just to sexy, too arousing, too erotic. You wanted to fuck him so badly right now.

Without warning, you removed your fingers and began lathering your shaft with his juices alongside with a generous serving of lube. Pressing the tip against his now gaping hole, you were asking him permission one final time.

"Please….Y-YN…! F-fill me up….!"

With those words, you thrusted inside of him in an instant; knocking his breath away. Zhongli could feel you so deep inside him, making him so full and stretched. It felt so good he couldn't keep his eyes open.

"Z-Zhongli…! Mmnhn….! I'll move now…."

Thrusting sharply inside, he made a loud moan as you continued to pump in and out of him. You were rough but it felt so good and you were sure your husband was in the same boat as well, hearing him mutter your name repeatedly as if under a spell.

"Y-YN….YN…! S-so big…nnghh….! F-feelsh...so….good...mmmnh…!!"

"How...about this then…?"

You smirked and began playing with his nipple and his rather lonely cock. It will only be a matter of time before he cums as you felt his cock twitch everytime you hit his prostate.

"F-fuck….nnmmn!!! Y-YN…! Nnghh!! I'm...I—"

Pulling his ponytail, you bent over and kissed him on the lips; knowing full well that he was close to cumming. You were teetering at the edge as well, losing rhythm as you kept on thrusting inside his tight hole.

"H-hey….mmn...let's cum together…" you whispered as you buried your face against his neck, as you buried yourself deep in him as well.

"Y-YN….!! O-oohh….! I'm….! Aaaaghhh….aaaahhbn….! I-I….c-cumming….!"

In a few sharp thrusts, Zhongli released himself on the wooden counter as your hand continued to pump him—merciless until you followed him right after.

Taking a few breathes, you slipped out of him as you supported his weight; worried he might fall to the floor. Gazing at each other, the both of you shared one simple kiss before continuing to embrace each other.

"I...missed you…" you whispered to his ear, basking in the afterglow.

"Me too….my love…"

For a while, the two of you stayed like this until you broke the silence.

"You know, why don't we skip breakfast and continue in the bedroom," you suggested as your husband grinned at you. "I'll let you top this time."

"Very well," he replied, and made a mental note to thank Childe with another pair of gilded chopsticks.

#genshin impact #zhongli #schlongli #zhongli x reader #genshin impact x reader #nsfvv

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