#but it's 1288 words actually

[cottonlemonade]

heyy. New to your blog and I think your writing is just so cute!! If you're still taking requests I'd really like a strawberry with slice of cucumbers for Tobio. If not then please feel free to ignore!

How You Met

word count: 1288 || avg. reading time: 6 mins.

pairing: post-time skip Kageyama x chubby!Reader

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers, the tiniest pinch of suggestiveness

request: fluffy-spicy, forced proximity, pining Kageyama

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Tobio rushed out of the locker room.

Wakatoshi didn‘t even bother anymore to ask him if he wanted to stay after practice to work on perfecting their attacks. For over two weeks the setter had always left at 7.32 p.m. on the dot, hurrying to catch his train.

Wakatoshi applauded his seeming dedication to work-life-balance while Hoshiumi just looked up at his fellow spiker with an annoyed crease in his brow, “That‘s great and all, but who is gonna set for us now?“

Truth be told, Tobio could have taken any train home. It was all the same to him. There was nothing in his apartment that needed his urgent attention and having Ushijima-san ask him for more spike sets sounded like a great night but somehow volleyball had recently taken a backseat for the most peculiar reason.

His strides lengthened as he ran to the train station, his breath steadily forming little clouds in front of him.

Arriving at the platform, his eyes tried to find you in the myriad of commuters for those precious few minutes in his day. Every morning and every evening for the last couple of weeks you had taken the same train as him. You had caught his attention when you couldn‘t hold back a cheer in the crowded train as your eyes were glued to your phone. When he had glanced at the screen he saw a live stream of a volleyball match of a rivaling team. At first he wanted to move closer to watch along but then he actually noticed you - apologizing profusely to the people around you who had thrown you dirty looks upon your outburst. You had tucked your phone into the pocket of your blazer. Your hair was put up to a somewhat tidy bun, a few strands loose from what appeared to have been a long day. A lanyard around your neck held an employee ID. All together with the pencil skirt made him certain you were some kind of office worker. He had seen you knead the strap of your bag and chew your bottom lip, looking impatient at every stop the train made until yours came and you practically jumped outside to bring out your phone again. You seemed to have checked the score and did a little dance when the doors of the train closed and Tobio was left with the rapidly disappearing image of you excitedly greeting a friend at your platform before the train picked up speed again.

So he just kind of started keeping an eye out for you.

You got on in the morning, calm and composed, maybe looking over a file in your hand or tapping around on your phone sifting through emails, while in the afternoon a much more relaxed version boarded the train, rolling your shoulders and stretching your neck.

And it didn‘t take long for him to drift off whenever he saw you, imagining where you worked, wondering if you had a boyfriend, if you would consider getting rid of the boyfriend if one existed, which volleyball team you supported, if you had played yourself, what your favorite volleyball position was and so on.

The first time you had spotted THE Kageyama Tobio on your train your heart had stopped and your brain almost gone into fangirl-overdrive. Not only were his gaming stats absolutely insane but then he also had to go and look like that! A couple of times you had let yourself live in a little daydream where you were absolutely sure he was throwing shy glances in your direction and you had checked your hair in the reflection of the train window before scolding yourself for such an absurd thought. Chances were slim to none that he would notice some chubby intern, blending in almost too well with the rest of the business crowd.

But that didn‘t stop you from looking forward to your commutes more than ever. How lucky was it that his training always ended perfectly with your workday! It was about time something good came your way.

Today however, you were late and were already worried you would miss out on your evening fix of his striking features. The commuter-packed train was still in view when you gathered every last ounce of strength and sprinted towards the closing doors. You made it just in time, feeling sweaty but accomplished - and were now face to face with Kageyama Tobio.

His last two functioning brain cells started screaming in panic because you were so very close. Great, you were even prettier than he had originally assessed. He remembered that Hoshiumi told him on a few occasions already not to stare at people but… how could he not?

The commuters behind him pushed when the train shook a little over an uneven part in the rails and he stretched out his arm to catch himself. His hand was pressed against the window of the door a couple of inches next to your ear. (Oh, was this one of those Kabedon-things Hoshiumi had talked about a while ago?) There was about one regulation-conform volleyball’s size space between you and him now. His eyes almost automatically darted to your lips and his breathing became shallow. When he managed to bring his gaze back up, your eyes met and he was sure that this was what a heart attack felt like. His cheeks were burning.

How could someone‘s eyes be this blue, you wondered. He was so close, the smell of his aftershave made you dizzy - in a good way. More than anything you would have just loved to ask for his autograph or talk to him. You also would happily invite this man for a coffee … and then bang him like a church door on Sunday. Gosh, he really was so pretty. Okay, pure thoughts.

With another jolt the train soon came to a stop and a new mass of people piled in, sardining everyone all the more and ensuring that Kageyama moved in even further. His profile must have lied, you decided. He must be taller than 1.88m the way he towered over you. The large hand that was still right next to you with those long fingers made you speculate how he would- Pure thoughts, pure thoughts, you reprimanded yourself. But it wasn‘t easy - his body radiated this incredible heat, no doubt a remnant from the certainly rigorous training he just had. Your face was all but pressed to his chest now and you squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on a report you had to write for your boss. He smelled like fresh laundry, oh no. God, please don’t ever let this train ride end.

You didn’t hear the melodic voice overhead announcing your stop and so when the door opened behind you, you lost your balance, seemingly stumbling backward in slow motion. And a hand shot out. A muscular arm wrapped securely around your waist and you just knew you had died and gone to heaven when you looked into the startlingly beautiful eyes of the Kageyama Tobio. The grumbling and annoyed mutters of the people having to swerve around you two didn’t even register because he was still holding you, in a sort of dip like you would see on the cover of a romance book.

“Thank you.”, you said breathlessly, amazed by how strong he must be to hold you so casually.

You waited for his response. Your heart pounding in your chest, imagining 10034 different ways he could react right now from swooning one liners to scandalous remarks that would leave you blushing and melting in his touch.

His mouth opened. This was it. Oh, Kageyama-sama…

“… Do… you… like volleyball?”

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a/n: thank you for your sweet words! I really hope you had as much fun reading this as I had writing it. This was such a passion project cause I have been dying to write a “close proximity pining” for a more stoic character this whole time!! I wanted this to feel like a silly romantic comedy anime.

Special thanks to @makkir0ll for unraveling my ramblings and helping me keep my thoughts coherent ✨

#sunnys lemonade stand #kageyama x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio #haikyuu kageyama #kageyama tobio x chubby reader #kageyama tobio x reader #hq kageyama

[princess-library-dead-account]

The Price of Love

Part two

Pairing: Karl Heisenberg X Gn!Reader

Word count: 1288

Genre: Smut, kinda angsty

Warnings/tags: Hate sex, degradation, bottom Karl Heisenberg, yandere Karl Heisenberg, top reader, afab reader, pegging, Karl being a loser, it says yandere but he’s actually really gentle, established relationship, reader is mean

You do this because you hate him. Lord fucking Heisenberg, decided he had the right to steal you from the village. Your family, your life, your job- gone. Just like that. You hate him. Everyday, every damned day- you’d think it was all just a bad dream, that you’d wake up in your own bed.

But no.

You'd wake up in bed together some days. Most days you would wake up on the couch, not able to bear how he’d cling to you in your sleep. You’d make your own breakfast- he never ate any, instead opting to chug a mug of coffee. Then he’d fuck off to the lower levels, working on his experiments. Leaving you alone with your thoughts. You tried to keep yourself busy, you really did- you’d clean the living area of the factory, you’d read, draw, you’d do anything- just to keep your mind off him. But it never worked.

You hated him- and the worst part was, he’d let you. He might raise his voice occasionally, but he’d apologize awkwardly right after. He’d be… sweet, or as sweet as someone that played around with corpses as a hobby could be. He’d murmur about how much he loved you on the rare occasion you lied in bed with him. He’d try- and fail- to make you dinner, the chicken burnt and blackened, completely unseasoned, and the carrots only slightly warm, still hard and raw. He’d awkwardly give you a small kiss on the top of your head before he headed down to work on the soldats.

But- you couldn’t like him, could you-? He’s sick- he kidnapped you- he took you from your life. No. You hate him. You want nothing more than to cause him pain, to destroy him. And he’d let you. And he’d… like it. And you would too, as much as you hated yourself for it.

You sigh, looking down at the gray haired man on his knees below you. You stood on the carpet floor of his bedroom, wearing a harness with a purple dildo. The toy rested in Karl’s mouth, and he looked up at you with pleading eyes. He wears nothing but a pair of raggedy boxers, and you wear just a baggy shirt. Something in you snaps, and you roughly grab a handful of his scraggly hair, forcing him down on your cock. He splutters, wet sounds coming from him as he chokes on your length. You grin slightly at his noises, and he desperately bobs his head on your strap. You pant, watching as he squirms, a tent growing in his boxers.

“Pathetic.” You spit out, your voice a low growl. Karl whimpers against your cock, squirming slightly as he tries to keep up with the brutal pace you’ve set. You continue fucking his mouth, taking in his soft whimpers, watching as he grows increasingly restless. He rubs his legs together desperately, squirming under you. You pant, watching with sick satisfaction as his eyes begin to water, and a little drool spills from his mouth. You continue using him, before his hands come up, pawing at your ass, trying to get your attention. He murmurs, trying to speak, but it’s muffled by the toy. You don’t really care what he has to say, opting to thrust harder into his throat, relishing his gags. He attempts to speak again, this time a little louder. You pull him off your cock with an annoyed expression, and he pants slightly, his face flushed from a mix of arousal and humiliation.

“What?” You hiss out, grabbing him by the hair.

“I-“ he chokes out, his throat scratchy and abused.

“Speak, you stupid slut”.

“I- p-please fuck me-“ He whimpers out, his voice small. He looks so pathetic, his hazel eyes tearing up from your merciless use of his throat.

“Please fuck me-?!” You mock, your face contorting into a sick grin.

“Sweetie-” He starts softly, before you cut him off.

“PLEASE FUCK ME?!” You laugh loudly in his face.

“Sure, Karl.” you respond, saying his name like it makes you sick.

“-but you asked for this” you murmur, eyes narrowing. You grab a handful of his gray hair causing him to cry out, and you throw him onto the bed. He lays down on his back with glazed eyes as you rifle through his nightstand. You find what you’re looking for, a small bottle of lube. You squirt some on the strap, spreading it around with your hands, before crawling on top of Karl. He whimpers softly, rubbing his thighs together to try and stimulate himself.

“You’re pathetic.” You murmur, practically ripping his underwear off as you throw it onto the floor. He whines at your words, shifting on the bed. Your hands grip his thighs tightly, spreading him open, and you prod the strap against his tight hole. He moans softly, bucking his hips into you. You enter him slowly, filling him up with just the tip. He moans needily, his hands coming up to gently paw at your back.

“Ah— m-more- ”he whimpers softly against your ear, his beard tickling your face. You growl, sinking the strap into him until it bottoms out inside him. He moans loudly, his hard cock rubbing against your stomach as you thrust into him. He whimpers as you increase your pace, his hands gently scratching at your back. You groan at his submissiveness, holding yourself on one arm and moving your hand to ghost over his dick. He cries out, bucking his hips into you. His face is flushed, a sheen of sweat on his tanned face. You lean down, slowly licking a stripe up his cheek, groaning at the salty taste. He makes a sound in between a moan and a whimper, pawing at your back adorably. Your fingers run teasingly over his cock, before fully gripping his length, jacking him off. He mewls, squirming as you thrust into him. You pant, watching as he falls apart on your strap. He cries out, tucking his head into your neck as he cums with a cry. He spurts sticky white ropes onto his soft stomach, some hitting you. His cock twitches against your stomach, softening. He lets out a low whimper, holding you tightly as he pants.

“Ah- buttercup- mm-” he murmurs softly. His blissed out expression turns into a guilty and embarrassed one as you look down at him with a mix of disgust and shame. You pull out of him slowly and he whines softly, chasing after the toy. You look down at him, before getting out of bed.

“Buttercup- ‘m sorry-” He starts, beginning to apologize for how fast he finished, shame turning his face even redder. You take the harness off, and slam it on the nightstand before leaving the bedroom.

“Y/n, please-”. He starts, moving on the bed so he sits up. You look over at him as you stand in the doorframe. His face is still slightly flushed, his eyes watery. His expression is pleading, like he wants you to stay. You sigh.

“Goodnight, Karl.” You say flatly, before leaving and shutting the door. You walk a few steps over to the living room, before flopping onto the couch, exhausted. You yawn, feeling your eyelids grow heavy. You shift the couch, unaware of his muffled sobs as you try to drift off to sleep, your heart heavy. The couch is uncomfortable, but it's better than having to sleep in bed with Karl. You try to purge the image of him from your mind, him sweaty and flushed and covered in his own cum. His eyes pleading adorably, his body so soft and malleable.

Because you hate him.

Right?

#karl heisenberg #resident evil #resi #resident evil village #resident evil eight #resident evil 8 #karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x reader smut #bottom karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x top reader #yandere karl heisenberg #yandere karl heisenberg x reader #karl heisenberg x reader angst #karl heisenberg x reader hate sex

[godsmenusuperbowl]

Shared Love ~ *Felix Lee*

Summary: Now that Felix knows you're his soulmate, he needs to talk to you. But as the opportunity presents himself, he finds speaking to you may actually be a bad idea. Still, he needs to at least see you one more time...

Pairing: Felix Lee X G/N!Reader

Genre: Fluffyish Oneshot

Word Count: 1288

Warning: Soulmate AU

Masterlist

Taglist: @samepoisonsamevine @imagine-a-life-like-this @mxnsxngie @maeleelee @kpop-will-kill-me

A/N: Part 2 to Shared Experiences. I highly recommend reading that one first.

The show was over and Felix was beginning to feel like he was going crazy. Halfway through the performance, he lost sight of you standing in the wings. He'd be lying if he said if he didn't feel a little disappointed, a sting of rejection coursing through him. As soon as he felt that, he felt guilty, knowing you probably felt the same thing he felt. 

For the first time in his life, Felix wished he didn't have this particular soul mark. He wished his emotions weren't so transparent to you. You didn't deserve to feel how conflicted he felt about his feelings for you. But he was sure you could. There was a glimmer of sadness in the back of his mind that he could tell was coming from you. What he wouldn't give to bolt off this stage right now so the two of you could talk through this new revelation together.

Now with the show over, he wanted nothing more than to disappear and never see you again. After all of these years trying to find his soulmate, he wasn't sure he could handle your rejection, not now, not ever. But he asked to speak to you. He asked to see you one more time after the show was all over. And he wasn't going to leave you waiting, even if it means he was bound to get his heartbroken.

After he got off the stage, he asked one of the stage managers if they saw you anywhere. They directed him to one of the many empty rooms backstage. He took a deep breath before knocking on the door. 

"Come in." You sounded so timid, so scared. It made his stomach twist and he almost turned tail and disappeared like he wanted to. But he knew he couldn't. He owed you this conversation, come what may.

He entered the room to see you sitting on the couch and twiddling your fingers. You quickly stood as he came in and for a stretch of time, the two of you stared at each other. So many thoughts and emotions were running through his mind and he was sure you were feeling the same. 

"Hi." His voice was strangled, but someone needed to start the talk.

"Hey." Your voice, on the other hand, was breathless. There was another brief pause before you shook your head. "Damn, okay, we're soulmates. Let's just get that part out in the open."

He quickly nodded, his cheeks burning and the pit in his stomach growing. "Yeah, we are. Is that... is that a good thing?"

You seemed caught off-guard by his question and he instantly wished he could take it all back. But you answered him instead. "I mean, I can't say for sure. We just met. I don't really know anything about you."

"You don't read all of the magazines about Stray Kids." That was not the right thing to say. But the words came tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop himself. 

Instead of looking embarrassed or offended, you let out a breathy laugh. "I mean, yeah, sometimes. But that's not like the real you. It's how you present yourself to the press or to your fans. I don't know all your deepest darkest secrets or desires. Not that I need to know them! That's asking too much of a practical stranger at the moment!"

Felix couldn't help but laugh at how flustered you got. It seemed you both didn't really know how to approach the topic. But your attempts were admirable. He thought you were adorable. What he wouldn't give to know what you were thinking about his response to all of this.

Taking another deep breath to calm his nerves, he said, "Well, we don't have to be practical strangers. What I'm trying to say is you just joined our style team, right? We'll get to see each other more often. I'm sure we'll get closer."

He thought he said the right thing, but when you groaned and buried your face in your hands, he started to second guess himself. 

"Ugh, that makes this even worse!"

"How so?"

You glanced at him through your fingers. "It's a personal rule of mine. I don't date my co-workers or my clients. Work should be kept strictly professional and I am not about to jeopardize such a good paying job just for a soulmate, no offense."

He shook his head. "None taken. But I understand."

"Look, Felix, you seem really sweet and genuine." You began to explain and he already began to brace himself for the sting of rejection. "But I just don't know if I can pursue this whole soulmate thing while we work together. It's just so unprofessional and I am not about to get either of us in trouble. I'm sorry."

Instead of trying to console you to the best of his ability or slipping away to sulk, he instead looked at you thoughtfully. "Let me get this straight, if we weren't working together, you'd be open to the idea of pursuing the whole soulmate thing we have."

A skeptical look crossed your face, but you didn't deny it. "What do you have in mind?"

"What if I had you transferred to a different JYP style team? I know Itzy is looking for another makeup artist."

Instantly your eyes lit up. "Itzy? Oh my- I would love to work with them! They're amazing and I love their music and their stage presence is so cool! It would be an absolute dream to be on their team in any way, shape, or form!"

Felix couldn't help but let out a bark of laughter. "Wow, you sound exactly like Changbin when he's gushing about his favorite girl groups."

"Ah, so that little fact of his is true?"

"Please, it would be harder for him to deny it than to make it an act." He rolled his eyes before smiling at you. "So I take it you'd be open to working with Itzy?"

You enthusiastically. "Absolutely! I would be more than open to work with them! I'll do whatever it takes to make them look like the fabulous queens they are!"

"Well, I'll tell the stylists you're interested. They'll be more than happy to take you on."

The two of you smiled at each other for a long while before you snapped out of it. "Wait a minute. Wait just a minute! Did I just get conned to take another job so that I could also get a boyfriend?"

Felix blushed at your insinuation. "Well, I mean, when you put it like that..."

Your laugh broke him out of his embarrassment and his smile returned. "Wow, this day just gets crazier and crazier! To think I finally met my soulmate after all these years! And I was never really interested in meeting you in the first place!"

He frowned. "What? Why? I've been dying to meet you ever since our first shared experience!"

"Oh, well, I didn't think that just because I had a soulmate meant I needed to drop everything to find them." You explained. "I wanted to focus on myself so that if and when I met my soulmate, I'd be able to give them the best version of myself."

"That's actually really admirable." He blushes. It almost made his desperate attempts to try and find his soulmate seem silly. "I, um, I hope I can give you the best version of myself."

You smiled and gently touched his cheek. Your hands were so soft and so warm. He could feel himself melting into your touch like butter. He could already tell he wanted to keep this feeling for as long as possible.

"Felix, you already have."

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[asherloki]

The prompt is "You never asked me anything in return, you just showered love on me, and all I gave you was doubt, unfaithfulness and mistreatment." :)

Just honesty

Marc Spector x reader

Word count:- 1288

Warnings:- quite angsty actually!

A/n:- I didn't actually thought I could use this prompt for a moon boy, it was fun writing honestly, hope you like it.

Dialogue prompt list here!

You were shocked when after a year of dating marc Spector you found out he has DID. All you ever ask for is honesty, you rather preferred him telling you right away than finding it out after a year out of nowhere.

"you could tell me marc, I would've understood" you said almost crying out of dishonesty, disappointment and sadness.

"I thought it'd freak you out, I thought you'd leave me" marc had his own reasoning too, you couldn't deny whatever his reason was to hide such thing from you was acceptable, you may have still stayed after hearing his mental illness but anyone else would've left him then and there, and anyway how was he to know. You forgave him, because why not, this man would do anything for you, anything to keep you happy. You knew one thing for sure, Marc Spector was the man who'd risk his life for you. Everything between you two went back to normal, until one day you found out another thing about him. Something that's unbelievable, Your boyfriend is an ex mercenary, yes ex but still, mercenary, he never said that. You being someone who'd prefer honesty had to deal with someone like Marc, who hid two very important things of his life from you. The one thing he never hid was him being moon knight, a superhero.

But this time it was enough for you, when you recieved the phone of his, the call from Bushman and heard all the things about his past you froze,

"I'm living with a... a.. freaking mercenary? no no no... it can't be... he's so sweet to me, nice to me he can't just..." your train of thoughts went on until a voice from behind interrupted.

"everything alright?" Marc, it was marc.

'the one I should confront' a voice in your head said. you slowly turned to face the liar, the one that was actually a liar in your eyes, your eyes were red out of crying, yet you didn't exactly cried. After the phone call you froze and tears streamed down your cheeks.

"baby, you're crying is everything..." he trailed off as he saw his phone in your hand " my phone". His heart gave a tug, that was enough for him to understand, the one secret that was left to discover was no longer a secret.

"Bushman " you said in your shakey voice, crying or rather shedding tears nonstop.

"he called? so I guess you know that..." before he could finish you said,

"mercenary". your face, the expression terrified the man thaf stood infront of you, it reminded him of his mother, when she blamed him for his dead brother.

"it's..." he couldn't say anything, what could he? what was there to say? everything is infront of you now.

"freaking mercenary" hurt, fear and disappointment was clear in your voice. Marc just stood there watching you, years of being blamed prepared him to not to cry, he didn't cry he just stood there.

"such a LIAR" you yelled at the word 'liar'.

"I didn't lie" Marc muttered under his breath.

"no, but you kept it hidden from me, and about your DID, what else now? what are you?"

he knew there wasn't anything left to discover but he still just stood there watching you. You stood there looking at the man you love, the image you had of him changing. Marc noticed the window behind you, the sky was cloudy, you always feared the thurders so he silently went passed you and closed the window so you don't be scared. You watched everything and laughed mocking his actions,

"oh my dear! oh Mr Marc Spector thinks he'd win me over again".

"I'm doing what I've always done, you fear the lightning so I... I'm sorry but I'm not a mercenary now" he said, ofcourse he wasn't anymore. but you could hardly let go off it, even though a voice in your head kept telling you 'please, you know he's the nicest guy to you, he's never hurt you, for a whole year as long as you've been together all he did is give you love and support, did you do the same?' the memories of him showering unconditional love on you played infront of you but then the scene infront of you was true too. You just wanted to run away, not caring about the weather,

"you know what?" you said looking at Marc "it's enough now, I'm... I'm going" that's all and you run. Marc could barely say anything but run after you, you ran down the stairs and landed on the road. The clouds, it terrified you, but better to run under it than being caught by Marc. So you thought and so you did. Following you marc landed on the road too, he didn't has it in him to utter a simple 'stop' to you. He knew how much his secrets hurted you and all he wanted was to hold in his arms and apologize.

You on the other hand ran, aimlessly, making all the few people outside stare until the Bright, flashing lightning lit up the sky like fireworks; banging, crashing thunder roaring furiously, sizzling, electrifying lightning zipping across the sky. It was a nightmare for you, all of these are nightmare for you anyway. but that was alot too handle, you fell on your knees, covering both your ears with your hands. Marc was terrified for you, he knew he'd freak you out but he had to, he held you in his arms as he too sat on the pavement. The sounds were terrifying, the flashing light reminded you of your life without these arms wrapped around you. Lonely, sad, scared. How can you smile without the man who did his best to keep you smiling? You let yourself fall into his arms and Marc tightened his grip around you. that's it, that's good, that's home. You allowed yourself to cry now, in his arms. After a minute or two you both stood up, that's when you saw Marc crying too, silently, like he always did when you doubted him, when you flirted with other men, when you took him for granted. Yet his hands reached to wipe your tears with a sad smile on his lips,

"I won't force you to stay, but I'd like if you forgive me, don't go like that please". he said with such pain that you could feel his heart was heavy,

"why do yoh care so much about me?" you enquired,

"because you know, I love you, you don't have to believe it but I do", he answered your question. You watched him, rather observed him. He lied or hid alot from you but one truth is that he genuinely loved you.

"You never asked me anything in return, you just showered love on me, and all I gave you was doubt, unfaithfulness and mistreatment." you said, tears still flowing down your eyes.

Marc's hand cupped your face as he said, " what can I do? one truth of my life is I love you" he then let go off you and turned around. He walked to his house knowing you'd sure leave him at this point. Until he heard footsteps and then saw your figure walking beside him to his house, he was confused ofcourse,

" you ... do you wanna come inside."

you looked at him with the expression of an annoyed girlfriend, the one he enjoyed extremely, " ofcourse, I need to get to my home, and these walls and rooms aren't my home, you are Marc, you are."

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #marc spector x you #steven grant x y/n #jake lockely x reader

[suckerforcate]

Hello! It's me again, I have an idea once more. What if in the kingdom Brienne is staying at, the reader is a poet. The reader poems about her everyday, but doesn't think her love would be given back. So she settles for trying to make her day, every day. The reader wants to boost Brienne's confidence. So she leaves the poems where Brienne will find them. Until one day Brienne catches the reader. I'll leave the ending up to you though.

If my heart could speak

Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader

Word Count: 1288

Warning: none

A/n: So this idea was really beautiful and I quite like how it turned out. Though I habe to admit I did not wrote the poems myself, I am rather the one for Epic rather than Lyric. So the first one is from Rupi Kaur, the second one is from Akexandra Vasiliu, the third one is from stefaniebriarpoetry from Instagram and the last one is from Kiersten White! I have just changed the pronouns in the third one to 'you'.

The day Brienne had arrived in the Kingdom and you had laid eyes on her, it had happened. You had fallen in love. Well, at the beginning you probably weren't really in love. But you were absolutely mesmerised by her beauty, her grace, her eyes, the stories behind them, her smile, her voice, everything about her. The falling in love had just happened, like a natural process.

All your life your poems had been inspired by the beauty you found in simple things. So it was no wonder that your poems started being about Brienne more and more, until at some point you didn't write about anything else but your love and adoration for her.

It was absolutely clear to you, that she's never reciprocate your feelings, why should she? You were just a poet, nothing as special as her, a knight. So you had settled with leaving your poems all around her, in places where you knew she would find them. She had implied that people hadn't always treated her nicely, so you made it your job to remind her of her own beauty.

The first poem you had felt was good enough to be seen by her eyes, was a very small one. You wanted to start little.

If you are broken

and they have left you

do not question

whether you were

enough

the problem was

you were enough

they were not able to carry it

It was small and yet it said everything it needed to say. You had sneaked into Brienne's room as she was away and put it on top her neatly folded night clothes on her bed.

With each time you got bolder in the choice of your poem, they got more specific, you opened up more. Showed more of your feelings.

If my heart could speak,

it would say to you,

"I will not let you go,

I will hold you

in my arms

forever."

This one you had placed on the chair she always sat on at dinner, right before she had come in, making sure she would actually get it. Before sneaking out you had looked at her, seeing her read it and a slight smile appearing. What you didn't see was the way her smile promptly left and Brienne looked around, a mix of anger and sadness on her face.

The next time you laid down the one you probably liked the most, it was purely about her beauty. The way you were absolutely in awe of her.

The sunlight caught your eyes,

the wind whipped your hair

around the curves of your face,

and I was undone...

desperate to trace constellations

between every freckle

and scar on your body:

your body that would burn for me,

wearing nothing but moonlight

until stirring with the dawn

our fingers still laced,

our tongues still eager by morning.

This one had found its place on the table in her room, together with some flowers you had picked for her. You sincerely hoped she hadn't seen you pick them and would find out that the poems were from you.

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You had just sneaked into Brienne's room again, wanting to lay down the next poem. You saw the flowers you had picked and given her the day before, in a vase with water in them. Your heart swelled, and you stayed in her room just a moment too long. As you heard the door behind you open, you stiffened. How would you come out of this situation, hastily you grabbed the poem to hide it.

"(Y/n)? What are you doing here?" You slowly turned around, your mind rattling for an excuse.

"I-" you didn't get any further, as Brienne interrupt you. She had seen the paper in your hand.

"(Y/n), what do you have there?" As if it would help, you shoved it further behind your back.

"It's nothing, really." She didn't believe you, of course she didn't.

"Read it to me, please." You thought she looked scared, even sad. So you just did. You knew it'd probably ruin everything, but you just did it.

I didn't fall in love with you.

I walked into love with you,

with my eyes wide open,

choosing to take

every step along the way.

I do believe in fate and destiny,

but I also believe

we are only fated

to do the things

that we'd choose anyway.

And I'd choose you;

in a hundred lifetimes,

in a hundred worlds,

in any version of reality,

I'd find you, and I'd choose you.

Brienne's eyes filled with sadness, anger and confusion. You had messed it up, of course you had. You were so stupid.

"Why do you do this? Are you trying to mock me? Do you think this is funny?" Now you were confused, utterly. You had just told her that you were in love with her.

"I don't understand, what do you mean?" Brienne seemed to get angrier. Her voice louder than before and yet it seemed to break.

"You're making fun of me, with these poems. Putting them to places where I'll see them, ruining my day. People have called me cruel things, but no one has ever tried to hurt me so deeply." This was the actual opposite of your intention. So you had ruined it, but on a totally different way than you had thought.

You put the poem down and approached Brienne, wanting to put a hand in her arm. But she flinched, taking a step back.

"Don't touch me!" Her voice was thinner now, through suppressed tears. You took a step back.

"Ok, ok. I won't touch you. It's alright. But I'd like to speak, just listen. Is that okay? If you don't want to, I'll leave." You wanted to show her, that she was in control. You wouldn't do anything she didn't want.

"Talk." It lacked her usual kindness, but it was a confirmation nonetheless.

"First of all, I'm sorry if I've hurt you. In whatever way. That's the last thing I wanted to do. My initial thought was to brighten up your day. Show you how amazing you are, how much I love you. I apologise if I've overstepped." Brienne had sat down, while you were talking. She had calmed down and looked at you, still unsure whether to trust you or not.

"You don't mean that." It's just who she was, untrusting, unsure about herself. Not thinking she was loveable. She could tear herself away from those thoughts.

You slowly approached her, waiting if she'd send you away again. She didn't, so you kneeled down in front of her, gently taking her hand in yours.

"I do. More than I have ever meant anything in my life. All those poems, I've written them with you in mind. For I can't think of anything but you, since you have arrived. My mind is completely filled with you." She looked in your eyes, searching for any sign that you are lying. But to her own surprise she didn't find any. Your eyes were filled with honesty, love and adoration. Things she had never seen in anyone's eyes directed towards her.

Ashamed of her own feelings, all she could say was: "What if I'd happen to feel quite similar?"

Your eyes shone, she was sure now of your truthfulness.

"That, Brienne, would make me the happiest person alive." You stood up a little and leaned into her, gently stroking her cheek, making her blush under your touch. Before you could overthink it, you mildly kissed her. Capturing the salty remains of a tear. Moving away and looking at her, you could just smile. Over how happy you were, but mostly over the bright red that graced Brienne's cheek.

#wlw #gwendoline christie #gwendoline christie x reader #brienne of tarth #brienne of tarth x reader #got #game of thrones

[vodika-vibes]

„I’m gonna fuck you so good you forget all about that bastard.” for a jealous Mereel please?🥺🙏🏻 I‘m missing my man 😔

thaaaaanks 💖

Be Mine

Summary: You're having a bad day with your ex harassing you, and Mereel decides to do something about it.

Pairing: Mereel Skirata x F!reader

Word Count: 1288

Warnings: Smut

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: So...this was supposed to be jealous Mereel and just filth...but I started writing and instead fluff appeared?

You scowl at your bottle as you rest your chin on your folded arms. The bottle is full, you haven’t touched a drop of the liquid inside it, for all that you spend 5 credits to buy it.

Honestly, you don’t have any intention of getting drunk. But having the option right there is kind of soothing right now.

Your on-again off-again, and currently off-again, boyfriend just sent you a picture of the twins that he’s having a threesome with. And sure, your emotions towards your ex lean more towards the frosty to outright loathing end of the spectrum, but that doesn’t mean that his comments don’t hurt.

Of course you were never going to agree to a threesome. Of course you were never going to agree to do some of the things that he’s asked you to do over the years you’ve been dating.

Honestly. You’re so done with him it’s not even funny.

Your comm dings and you scowl at the message and the image that slides across your screen.

“Well, someone’s in a cheerful mood,” You set your comm facedown on the table and look up at Mereel, a small smile crossing your face.

“Yeah, well…It’s been a rough day.”

“Mm, I hear that. Can I join you, mesh’la?”

You motion at the open chair next to you, “Help yourself.” You watch him sit, and then you shift so that your head is resting on the palm of your hand, “No drink tonight, Mereel?”

“Not right now.” He replies easily, “That might change though, depending.”

“Depending on what?” You ask, curiously.

“Ah, don’t worry about it.” Mereel motions to the bottle, “That still looks very full.”

“Yeah, I’m not really feeling like getting drunk right now.” You admit.

“Yeah? You do look kind of glum. What’s wrong?”

“Eh…”

“Come on, mesh’la. It’s me.”

You sigh softly. And then you grab your comm and hand it to him, “See for yourself.”

He raises his eyebrows and opens the dozens of unread messages, and then both of his brows shoot up even higher, “Isn’t that your-”

“Ex? Yeah.”

“With a pair of twins?”

“So it would seem.”

Mereel tilts his head, “Damn, they’re flexible-”

“Dude,”

“Sorry, sorry.” Mereel closes the comm and sets it back on the table, “So, you’re upset because he’s-”

“I’m upset because he’s trying to make me upset and it’s working.” You lean back in your seat, “Like, no. I’m not into threesomes, I want just one partner, I don’t want to share! And no, I don’t like pain and no I’m not going to agree to try something simply because it’s something that-” You take a deep breath, “Sorry, I’m not trying to vent on you.”

“He tried to force you to do things you didn’t want?” Mereel asks, a frown on his face, “What a dick.”

You laugh, “Tried, being the keyword. I’ve never let a man force me to do anything.”

“As you shouldn’t,” Mereel agrees, with a small grin, “but, you know. He thinks he’s upsetting you, but, babe, he’s having a threesome with a pair of twins, and he’s thinking about you the whole time. That’s your win.”

You scrunch up your nose. “I feel like I should be saying ew.”

Your comm chimes again, and you reach out to grab it, but Mereel is faster, as he presses his hand over it. His gaze is serious as he looks at you, “I have a proposition for you.”

“...if the proposition involves shooting my ex, maybe don’t ask me tonight.” You reply dryly.

He laughs, “Actually, it has nothing to do with him, and everything to do with you. And me.”

You raise a single brow, “Go ahead?”

“Give me the night.”

“What?”

“Be mine, just for one night.” Mereel pleads, he lifts his hand and brushes his fingers against your cheek, “I won’t pressure you, I won’t expect anything, I just want you to be mine, just for a little while. Even if it’s just one night.”

“Mer-”

“I will fuck you so good that you forget all about that bastard,” He says it likes is a promise that he knows he can fulfill. “Let me prove it to you.”

You stare at him, jaw slightly slack, and then, slowly, you nod. “Okay.”

“I…really?”

“Really.”

Mereel’s lips are on yours as soon as you finish your simple sentence. He kisses you like he needs you to exist. He kisses you like he’s trying to replace everything that was ever your ex’s with himself. 

He kisses you like he loves you. And it feels like your heart is going to burst.

He gets you out of the bar and back to your apartment in record time. And as soon as you’re inside, your back is pressed against the front door, and his hands are burning a path down your body, over your clothing. 

Every touch of his lips, every press of his fingers, seems designed to drive you a little more insane, to make you just a little more needy, to make you want him just a little more. 

And by the time he has you laid out on your bed, your panties are soaked and you’re arching up against him, seeking friction that only he can give.

Mereel seems content to move at the speed of frozen molasses though, as he slowly, lovingly, pulls your clothes off, as though he’s unwrapping a delicate Life Day present. And every inch of skin exposed to his admiring eye is lavished with attention from his lips, his tongue, his fingers-

It takes him a whole 30 minutes to undress you, and as soon as you’re bare under him, he pulls back and he stares at you. He stares at you long enough that you shift nervously under him.

“Mereel?” You whisper his name, and the smile that graces his face is so warm, and so loving, that you feel your face burn. No one’s ever looked at you like that.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, almost reverently. 

You feel your face heat even more, and you avert your gaze, but his fingers, soft and gentle, lightly nudge you back to facing him. 

“Cyare,” He murmurs, “I’m afraid I lied to you.”

Your fingers curl around the hem of his shirt as you feel a spike of anxiety, as you run through a mental list of all the things he could have lied to you about tonight. Mereel smiles at you, soft and soothing, as his hands glide across your body.

“I don’t want one night,” He admits, “I want forever. I want to be your forever.” His fingers dip between your thighs and he lightly traces your folds, light enough that you start to squirm, “I want you to give me everything you gave him, and in return, I’ll give you everything that I am.”

His thumb finds your clit, and your hips jerk. He murmurs something soothingly, and slowly eases in a single finger and he starts shallowly thrusting in time with the way he rolls his thumb across your clit.

His name falls from your lips as you squirm under his gentle ministrations. 

“Let me have you,” Mereel whispers, “Let me have you and I’ll give you the galaxy, cyare.”

Your orgasm washes through you, as soft and gentle as Mereel himself, and you gasp out his name. And somewhere in there, you give him your answer. And it’s the easiest answer you’ve ever given anyone.

“Yes.”

Mereel grins at you, and you know that that was just the first of many orgasms that he’s going to give you tonight. And your comm, still chiming away every few minutes, lay forgotten on the kitchen table, where Mereel set it.

#star wars #tcw #mereel skirata x reader #mereel x reader #18+ fic #clone thirsting #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

So. Since I've only written like one (1) chapter in May, it seems like I need an additional motivation. Let's start...

June's writing challenge!

The premise is the same as in April, writing every day. Just an additional gig - I have to end up with more added words than back then!

Let's start with today, I wrote a ficlet, yes, so 1288 words, but those words don't actually count. It was a hard decision, but this challenge is for my big WIP only, so no additions! In this case, I have 402 words today! Let's go!

#writer's blog #writer's journal #writer #write #writers on tumblr #writers #writing #writeblr #fanfic #fanfiction writers

[our-flag-means-death-ao3feed]

the ghost of you (all that's left)

by sara_wolfe

Stede is dead.

Ed can’t quite wrap his head around the idea. Stede is…he’s Ed’s worst enemy. He’s the love of Ed’s life. He’s been, for months now, the sole focus of Ed’s every waking moment.

He’s not supposed to be dead.

Words: 1288, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Our Flag Means Death (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Blackbeard | Edward Teach, Stede Bonnet, Crew of the Revenge (Our Flag Means Death)

Relationships: Blackbeard | Edward Teach/Stede Bonnet

Additional Tags: Insomnia, Crying, Suicidal Thoughts, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, Blackbeard | Edward Teach Thinks Stede Bonnet is Dead, More Specifically He Thinks Stede is a Ghost, Stede isn't Actually Dead

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/39570906

#Our flag means death #ofmd

[bad268]

Hey! Can I please request a Remus Lupin x reader, where the reader is James' sister and its summer vacation so all the other marauders come and stay there for a couple of days. But Remus and the reader have to share a room. Lots of fluff please ❤ Thank you very much!

Please Stop (Remus Lupin X Potter! Reader)

Fandom: Harry Potter

Requested: Clearly. (I'm sorry I took so long. I couldn't figure how I wanted to write it)

Warnings: random thoughts, the word moist is used once

W.C. 1288

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Pinterest)

“When are they getting here?” I pestered my brother, only older by a few minutes. His friends, which included my boyfriend Remus, were coming over to spend most of the summer with us. A month of the holiday had already passed, and they stay until we go back to school in September. If you couldn’t tell, I was excited to see my second brother and boyfriend. “When are they getting here?”

“Shut up, why don’t you,” He groaned. He received an owl the previous day saying they would be arriving earlier than they had planned, yet he did not tell me; I found it when I was emptying the trash. “They aren’t supposed to be here for a week.”

“No,” I accused, jumping onto his bed. “I saw the owl they sent you yesterday. They are coming today!”

“I knew I should’ve flushed it,” James mumbled. “Okay, yeah. They’ll be here today, but I actually don’t know when.”

Almost as if they could hear us talking about them, a knock rang through the house. James and I looked at each other before racing to answer the door. He cheated by pushing me away from the stairs to get down them first, so he could greet his friends.

“Run before she hugs you to death,” he whispered to them before I came rushing towards Sirius and Remus.

“I missed you guys!” I exclaimed between the two as I pulled them both into a hug.

“One of us more than the other, am I right?” Sirius joked, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and Remus puts his around my waist.

“Oh, definitely,” I replied, sarcastically. Realizing that I hogged James’s friends, I stepped back to let him greet them. “Ok, I’ll let James hug you guys now.”

“Wow, so generous,” he said, throwing a playful glare at me before dragging his friends into the house. “Come on, boys. We’ve got mischief to cause.”

“Hey, what about my boyfriend? Don’t I get to spend time with him, too?” I pouted, jokingly. James just rolled his eyes as Remus walked over to me, giving me a hug and light peck on the cheek before following after James and Sirius.

“You’ll have enough time to spend with him when he sleeps in your room for the next two months,” James threw back as they went up the stairs.

“Mom’s letting him stay in my room? Since when?” I shouted in disbelief. Our mother had always been strict on who was allowed in our rooms, and boys in my room were a big no-no. The fact that she was letting my boyfriend sleep in my room, willingly, was shocking. “Not complaining, but seriously?”

“If you don’t shout it loud enough for her to hear,” he whispered harshly, “what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Be glad my room is too small to fit two extra beds.”

~~

“Alright,” he started. “What’s the plan?”

“Whatever you want, I guess,” I responded. We were trying to figure out the sleeping arrangements since we don’t have an extra air mattress, and the couch in my room is uncomfortable. I suggested he sleep in my bed, but he offered to sleep on the floor.

“Well, I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” he tried to counter.

“It doesn’t make me uncomfortable if I’m the one offering,” I pointed out. “If you’re uncomfortable, then we can set up a bed on the floor or you can sleep on the couch.”

“I’m not uncomfortable with it,” he replied quickly, moving closer to hug me. “If you’re fine with it, I am.”

“This was a lot of debate for us to come to one conclusion,” I laughed. “Now, which side of the bed do you want?”

~~

“Why do people get in a car but on a bus?”

“Y/N, it is three in the morning. Please go to sleep.”

“Oh I wish I could, but since I can’t, you are going to suffer with me.”

“Of course, you would make me stay awake with you,” he muttered. Reluctantly, he shifts to face you from his previous position of laying on his stomach. “What else is on your mind?”

“Do you ever feel bugs crawling on you, but they’re not there?”

“Clearly, they’re the ghosts of the bugs you have killed.”

“I wish I could unhear that.”

“I wish I could unhear this whole conversation, but I guess we’re both disappointed.”

“Way to crush my spirits. I thought you loved me,” I responded, jokingly offended, as I turned my back to him. After a few minutes of awkward silence, I turned back over to face Remus, taking note that his eyes were closed. “Rem, how can your body replicate the feeling of falling from high altitudes in a nightmare if you’ve never fallen like that before?”

“I will hex you if you don’t go to sleep.”

~~

“Ready to head to Diagon Alley?” James said excitedly as everyone was getting ready for our trip to get school supplies.

“I’ve been ready! We’re just waiting for Sirius to stop playing with his hair,” I joked while walking out of the kitchen with Remus. I paused in front of the fireplace before adding, “I want to get a butterbeer at some point, just saying.”

“I already said I would buy you a butterbeer and candy, did I not?” Remus questioned with a playful eye roll.

“Honestly, I thought that was a joke,” I mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, beauty takes time,” Sirius said sarcastically, walking down the stairs to meet us at the fireplace. “The only person that would understand is Y/N.”

“Stop flirting with my sister,” James snapped.

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend, “ Remus snapped over James.

“Stop flirting with me,” I laughed.

“Okay, I get it!” Sirius said defensively, putting his hands up in mock surrender. He moves over to the fireplace, immediately grabbing some flew powder. “Let’s go! We’re burning daylight!”

“We have been ready for two hours!” I shouted.

~~

We spent the next few hours circling around Diagon Alley, searching for books, supplies, and other essentials (and nonessentials) for when we go back to Hogwarts. Remus and I separated from the group when we decided to look at books first; we wanted to get all of the required items before we bought things we did not necessarily need. 

We started in Flourish and Blotts Bookseller where we got our new school books, parchment, ink and we may or may not have found some other books that peaked our interests. Then, we went to get new robes and uniforms at Madam Malkin’s Robes. Next, we went to Magical Menagerie to get a new owl since mine passed away last year. Finally, we were able to play with our money!

We went directly to Sugarplum’s Sweet Shop. Remus wanted more chocolate while I wanted Fizzing Whizzbees. We ended up getting a lot more than that. We got extra chocolate frogs, ice mice, cauldron cakes, and snack boxes in general. Once we spent almost all of our money on sweets, we met up with James and Sirius at the Three Broomsticks. By the time we got there, James and Sirius already has one empty mug each and were starting a second.

“Godric, did you buy the whole store?” James laughed.

“Maybe, but we needed to restock, James,” I replied sitting next to my brother while Remus set his stuff down next to Sirius, across from me before going to get us butterbeers. 

“You both know we will be back here at the end of the month, right?” Sirius asked, rhetorically.

“Yeah, but you can never have enough sweets,” I responded. Just then, Remus came back, handing you a mug of butterbeer. “Thank you moistly.”

“Please stop.”

~~~~~

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[simplee-dreaming]

It's Still Funny

A/N: Thank you so much to the anon who requested this. I'm so sorry it took forever but I hope it's worth it!

Word count: 1288

Summary: After the reader hurts herself, Stephen makes a useful discovery.

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“Stephen! Stephen! Stephen!” You cried, running down the hall. You speed round the corner towards his room.

“Stephen! Ste-”*BANG*

“Jesus, Y/N - are you okay?!” Stephen ran over to you. His door was partially shut and you had collided with it whilst speeding into his room.

“Yep…all good…fine and dandy…” you winced, sitting upright.

“Where does it hurt?” He asked, helping you up.

“Nowhere, I’m fine,” you inhaled sharply. He noticed you gently rubbing your knee.

“Did you bang your knee?”

“No, I just like to give it attention from time to time. You see, it gets pretty lonely,” you replied, sarcastically. He looked at you, unamused.

“Very funny. Let me see.” He pressed his fingers into your knee and you jolted.

“Did that hurt?”

“No…”

“Y/N you’ve got to be honest otherwise I can’t help you.” He pressed again and you retracted your knee back.

“Actually…it doesn’t need seeing to. I’m fine! Absolutely fine…”

He raised an eyebrow at you before squeezing your knee. You yelped loudly and brought it up to your chest.

“Wait a second…”

“N-no Stephen…everything is fine!” You tried to say positively, but he was already onto you. He grabbed your leg and squeezed your knee consistently and you burst into giggles.

“Stehehephen!!” You cried.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were ticklish??” He teased, not releasing your leg.

“I’m nohohot!” You lied. He shook his head at you and moved his fingers to tickle under your knee.

“WAHAHAIT!” You screeched, falling back into giggles.

“Are you ticklish?” He asked. You screamed out a no.

“Hm. Very well.” Stephen gripped your leg tighter so you couldn’t move it and picked up the pace of his fingers tickling under your knee. You were giggling and squealing like mad.

“Now are you ticklish?”

“NOHOHOHO!” You cried again. He sighed before moving his hand down to your socked foot.

“WAIT STE-HAHAHAH!” You tried to cry but was instantly cut off by Stephen quickly tickling up and down your sole. You fell backwards and screamed, trying to kick your leg out of his grasp but he had you firmly trapped. His fingers spidered from your toes, down your sole, to your heel and back up again as quickly as possible.

“OHOHOHOKAY PLEHEHEASE STOP!” You kicked so violently that he had no choice but to let you go before you hurt yourself further.

“So…ticklish eh?” He teased.

“Shut up…” you warned.

“That’s useful information,” He winked. “Anyway, what were you calling my name for anyway?”

“Oh yeah, I just wanted to say hi…”

“Is that all?”

“Yeah…I knew you were probably busy so I just wanted to annoy you…”

“Oh really?” He said, a playful tone to his voice.

“And I think I’m gonna go now…” he quickly lunged at you but you leapt off the floor and legged it down the hall.

“I’LL GET YOU!” He called from his room, but he decided to wait for another day to strike when you least expected it.

A few days had passed and Stephen made no attempt to try and get you, which you were sort of thankful for. He did, however, keep reminding you of the plonker you were for running into his door.

“You should’ve heard it, it was almost cartoon-like,” Stephen chuckled as he told Wong for the third time.

“Alright I get it, she ran into your door. Very funny,” Wong huffed back.

“I think everyone gets it now,” you said.

“Oh I know but it’s still funny,” Stephen smirked at you.

“Hey Wong, did you see Stephen trip up the stairs yesterday? Hilarious!” You said, sarcastically. Stephen titled his head at you.

“You’re bringing that up again?”

“It’s still funny,” you repeated his words. Stephen narrowed his eyes at you.

“For goodness sake. I’m going upstairs,” Wong sighed at you both and vacated the room.

“Are you copying me?” Stephen asked.

“Are you copying me?” You replied.

“Mature.”

“Real mature.”

“Alright, stop that.”

“Stop what?”

“That.”

“What?”

“Stop being annoying.”

“You stop being annoying.”

“So childish.”

“Your face is childish.”

Stephen looked at you, puzzled.

“What?”

“You heard me,” you leant back in your chair with a smug look on your face like you had just come up with the greatest insult of all time.

“Alright I think it’s time we got back to training,”

“I think it’s time you got back to training.”

“What?”

“Exactly.”

You smirked at him again as he looked at you even more confused than before.

“Get to the training room.”

“You get to the training room.”

“I will, once you move too.”

“Well I will once you move.”

“Y/N.” He warned.

“Stephen.” You retaliated.

“You won’t want me to force you into the training room.”

“And what does that entail?”

“This.” Without warning, Stephen slammed himself down on the sofa next to you and instantly latched onto your sides. You shrieked loudly as he began kneading his fingers into your sensitive skin.

“STHEHEPHEN!” You cried.

“Are you gonna come train?”

“NOHOHO!”

“Suit yourself,” his quick fingers made their way up your sides and wiggled in between each rib bone. Your laughter shot up an octave as you fell to the side. Stephen adjusted himself so he layed you flat on the sofa and straddled your waist. His fingers sped up as he tickled each rib bone and the muscle surrounding them.

“WAHAHAHIT!”

“Are you gonna train?”

“I-I CAHAHAN’T!”

“You can’t?”

You screamed loudly as he made his way up once more and landed in the spot where your ribs met the base of your underarms. You cackled as he scratched at that area.

Your constantly squirming meant Stephen quickly seized the opportunity to launch his hands under your arms. You locked your arms to your sides, accidentally trapping his fingers there as he wiggled against your oversensitive armpits.

You couldn’t form coherent words so instead opted to banging your feet against the sofa and screeching as loud as possible.

“Say you’ll come to training or I’ll get your feet again,” he warned, wiggling his trapped fingers as best he good.

“YO-YOU’LL COHOHOME TO TRAHAHAIHIHING!” You screamed.

“Oh darling, so close,” Stephen freed his hands and gave your tummy some tickle attention before doing a 180 and pinning your legs down.

“STEPHEN PLEASE NO!” You begged.

“Come to training then,” he shrugged. He didn’t wait for an answer before he trapped one foot with one of his hands and used the other to tickle up and down your sole. Your other foot bashed desperately on the sofa but he wouldn’t let go. He had your foot firmly trapped as he tortured it with tickles. He ran his nails over and under your toes and up and down your soles until you fell into silent laughter. Your other foot stopped bashing against the sofa as your body fell weak with the ticklish sensation.

Stephen stopped to let you breathe and turned back around to face you.

“You gonna come to training?” He poked your belly with every word.

You nodded, tiny giggles escaping your lips as you lazily tried to bat his hands away.

“You sure?” He lightly scratched at your belly this time, your hands latched onto his wrists as you giggled more.

“Yehehes, plehease stohop.”

He chuckled and got off of you.

“I’ll give you 5 minutes to recover then I want to see you in there ready to train.”

“Fine,” you huffed. He left the room and you turned to your side. You were so exhausted from the torture that you accidentally fell asleep. Stephen came to check on you 10 minutes after you didn’t show. He decided to let you sleep…but he would make sure you paid for missing this crucial training time.

#tickle fic #marvel tickle fic #ler!stephen strange #lee!reader

[oreosmama]

He Wants You to Sit on His Lap (BNHA Headcanons)

*GIFs not mine*

A/N: yall...it’s been a while hasn’t it? I hope you’re all doing well, and maybe this is weird, but I’m really glad you guys are reading and enjoying my stuff💜 I do want to post more, I really do, but right now it seems like all that will come out is headcanons. I don’t know what the future holds!!! BUT--perhaps we shall call the next few weeks�� wait for it... headcanon season (dun dun dun). Anyways, enjoy!

Word count: 1288

Kirishima Eijirou:

“YNNNN”

First he draws out your name.

“YNNNNNN please!”

Then it’s the nicknames. 

Pumpkin, sweetcheeks, babygirl, princess.

One time he even says “lover” but after a fierce glare and a not-so verbal tirade, he decided it was best to leave that one for the bedroom.

Once you make it past the first phase of whining and bitching, he moves onto his second, more convincing tactic.

Those goddamn puppy dog eyes

You’d think a manly man like Kirishima would refuse to stoop so low

Oh how wrong you are.

His bottom lip juts out and you can just see the smallest glimpse of his razor sharp fangs looking more pg-rated than ever as he pouts at you. 

And once you look, you can’t go back. Like Medusa, he’ll have you stone-solid, unable to look anywhere else but into those eyes that make guilt pool in the pit of your stomach. 

A little glimmer in his eyes once he knows he has you hooked as your glare falters. 

And then

“...please?”

Damn him. And his muscular thighs under yours. And his immovable arms wrapped around your waist. But most of all…

Damn that fanged smile of victory. 

Kaminari Denki:

Oh yeah. He’s gonna annoy the hell out of you. 

Not so much like Kirishima with the pet names--as he’s certainly been on the receiving end of a vicious punch one too many times

(should have known “sugar tits” wasn’t gonna fly with you)

--but more so with the puppy dog eyes. Quickly, he realizes that is quite ineffective on you--or, perhaps it is just ineffective for him

Either way, as previously mentioned, Kaminari will beg for you to sit on his lap until your ears bleed. 

One time he even short-circuited your headphones when you tried to block him out. A risky move, indeed, but somehow he didn’t manage to fry every one of your brain cells. 

“YN!”

“Hey! Hey! YNNNN!”

“Hey YN, come sit on my lap!”

“Come onnnn, I promise I won’t do anything!”

“Okay, maybe I will, but I promise it won’t be anything you won’t enjoy!”

He was great at annoying you, and, to be honest, it worked most days. However, there are always those few exceptions where he truly just… gets under your skin. 

“No, Denki! Now, let it go!” The words explode from your lips like a popped balloon, and in seconds you know you’ve made a mistake. 

Hindsight, days like these almost always happen during your time of the month (yeah, yeah, TMI, I know), and that of course was part of the reason you were apprehensive about sitting on his lap.

But, shit, even the most heartless of people would give in to those misting eyes. 

He’d go silent, glancing away with a small nod and an “okay” you could barely hear over a pin dropping. 

And your heart climbs up your throat when that easy smile of his doesn’t return in seconds. 

Give in. Always, always give in to a sad Kaminari. 

“YN, you don’t have to-”

“Shut up,” you grumble, wrapping your arms just a bit tighter around his shoulders as you drop your face to his neck. 

He stays silent. But, naturally, that’s just not Kaminari’s style. In seconds, you feel his normal grin return as his hands slither down your back, reaching just to where your body meets his lap. 

“I told you,” he squeezes the muscle, “this was the best position for a butt massage.”

Fuckin’ perv. 

Todoroki Shouto:

Ha

Pfft.

Pft. 

Yeah right

Like you’re strong enough to deny this man that one time in his life he actually asks you to sit on his lap. 

Don’t kid yourself. 

“YN?”

“Hmm?”

There’s a hint of pink on his cheeks as his hands nervously run up and down his thighs. But buried deep, deep in his heterochromic eyes, so deep even you couldn’t see it, there’s a touch of mischief. 

“Can you sit on my-”

Fuck yes.

“Fuck yes.”

In the blink of an eye, you’ve settled yourself into his lap like it was your own personal throne.

(If you had told him those exact words, he would have shown you another one)

His hands, shaking at first, settle on your shoulders, then on your hips, until finally he skittishly sets them palms-down on the cushion of the couch. 

After a minute, he finally acknowledges your look of confusion and shrugs a shoulder. 

“I don’t know what to do with them.”

Good lord.

Glancing at the ceiling for just a second, you take a deep breath for patience before grabbing his hands and wrapping them around your abdomen. 

“Put them here,” you mumble, avoiding his gaze and making a move to spin on his lap and press your back against his chest.

Except--

“Fuck.”

You freeze, not moving an inch (which seemed to be complete irony considering his situation). 

“Don’t move like that.”

Ha

Pfft.

Pft.

He shouldn’t kid himself. 

Of course you were going to move like that. 

And now, you were going to move like that all night long.

Midoriya Izuku:

Not in a million years will this boy ask you to sit on his lap. Even if you told him to ask you, he’d still burn brighter than a tomato before stumbling out an excuse and sprinting away. 

But you knew. 

After a while of being together, you began to see his ticks. His little hints that he wanted you to come closer. 

And then just a little closer. 

And then so close that you were practically (literally) sitting right on top of him. 

Yeah, you knew his ticks. Midoriya is a shy boy, if not a boy who refrains from asking things of others that may or may not cause them to go even slightly out of their way to help him. 

But you knew. 

Interestingly enough, when he wants you to sit on his lap, it’s not anything major. 

First, he licks his lips. Not in an “I wanna taste you” kind of way--more like a “Hey, you got any spare Chapstick?” kind of way.

Then his hands will twitch. And he’ll lean back in his seat and stare at you.

*at your thighs

And finally, his legs will stop bouncing (because, really, when do they ever do that?)

His mouth will open and close repeatedly like a fish, almost like he’s trying to say your name but he’s suddenly forgotten how to speak. 

It’s awkward looking, really, and it certainly did take you a while to learn exactly why the hell he was looking at you so. 

But then--hallelujah--it finally clicked. 

And then you’d rise from your seat, make your way over to him, and plop down into his lap, ruffling his hair and pressing small kisses to the freckles dotting his cheeks. 

“If you wanted me to sit on your lap, you should’ve just said so,” you grin. A small whirl of contentment conjures in your chest when he rubs his hands up and down your sides.

It takes him a minute to summon the words he so desperately wants to say, and as that time passes, he peppers his own kisses along your chin.

Then they come to him.

“Thank you, baby.”

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[armyangxls]

The New Weirdo From Shadyside Pt 8: Soulmates

Kate Schmidt x Plus Size Reader

Warning(s) : Swearing, Mentions of killing

Word count : 1288

Summary : Reader becomes close with Kate and the friends, and catches feelings for Kate along the way

Notes : Kate is 18 in this story!

Part one, two, three, four, five, six, seven

*Six months later*

The months passed so fast yet so slow… a lot had changed. You became close with Kate, Deena, and the rest of the group. You started writing a lot including a nonfiction novel of everything that had happened to you and the rest of Shadyside “Goode is Evil”.

Sometimes random Sunnyvalers would come up to you and the rest of the group, fakely apologizing for what you guys had been through. Some days you just laid in bed sobbing. And along the way, you also caught feelings for Kate.

~

Walking with Kate through town when you saw Maria Nick’s old assistant, sitting on a bench.

“Hello!” Maria said, waving to you.

“Umm hi.” You said, stopping by her with Kate.

“I’m sorry for everything you both went through, I truly am, I know that some people can be so fake about it.”

Maria said in a somber tone.

“Thank you!” You said, softly.

“I was actually born in Shadyside, And I moved back here since everything happened. I got a job at the school.” Maria said, smiling.

“That’s awesome to hear, I’m glad you got away from Sunnyvale!” You said, smiling, happy that for once someone wasn’t being fake about it.

“Me too!” “Well, I hope you both have a great day!” She said.

“Thank you! I hope you have a great day!” You and Kate said in unison, walking away.

~

You were currently hanging out with Kate at the local park, sitting at a picnic table.

“And he had these weirdass goat heads all over his house!” You said.

“Wait what?” Kate asked, in a shocked tone.

“I haven’t told you that yet?” You asked, laughing.

“No! You didn’t take that as a red flag? I love you, you’re my best friend but what the fuck were you thinking?” She asked.

“I was distracted he didn’t have his uniform on and his hair was all- the evil mother fucker looked good!” You said

“He was nak-“ she asked

“No! He had clothes on, regular clothes.” You said.

“Oh! But I’m still judging you!” She said, hugging you from the side.

~

“Wanna have a sleepover at your house and listen to Fleetwood Mac, Pixies, and watch Anne of Green Gables?” You asked

“Of course, Would I even be human if I said no? ” She joked, flipping her black hair back with her hand.

“No, no you would not be human.” You said, smiling admiring her smile, hair, her eyes, her everything.

~

You were currently standing on the steps to Kate’s house.

“Heyyyy bitch!” Kate said, standing on top of the stairs, holding out her arms, offering a hug.

“Heyyy bitch!” You said, walking up the steps to her, you both wrapped your arms around each other, hugging each other.

~

She grabbed your hand and dragged you to her room, you sat down on her bed, and she put the Fleetwood Mac CD in the CD player.

She sat down beside you, you both laid down staring at the ceiling “So how’s the book coming along?” She asked.

“Good! It’s very therapeutic but also so traumatic writing it.” You said.

“I can imagine. Everyone that’s been hurt by the curse and the Goodes, especially Heather, Ryan, and Simon would soo proud of you for writing it. For getting the full story out, and I’m proud of you.” She said, softly smiling at you.

“Thank you! They would be proud of you too.” You said, looking at her smiling.

“You know, Heather and Ryan would’ve loved you!” You said.

“And Simon would’ve loved you!” She said, looking at you smiling.

~

You sat up “Umm Kate..” you said

“Yeah?” She asked, sitting up, turning towards you. You turned to face her.

“The Last time I confessed my feelings for someone they tried to kill me two days later. But anywho I like you, not just as friends.” You said all giddy.

“At least I’m not gonna do that! And I like you too!” She said, smiling.

“Can I kiss you?” She asked, putting her hands on your cheeks. You nodded excitedly, your lips met. the kiss full of softness, love, and pure goodness.

“You’re going to call me crazy. but I really think we’re soulmates.” You said as you pulled away from the kiss.

“No, I agree!” She said smiling, putting her arms around you hugging you, and you hugged back. You both fell backwards on the bed, staring into each other’s eyes

“Your eyes are so beautiful!”

“They're just brown eyes.”

“They’re like caramel melted with chocolate.”

“Thank you, my cheesy weirdo beautiful girlfriend!”

She said. You laughed. “I like the sound of that “my girlfriend”. ” You said.

“Wanna watch Anne of Green Gables now?” She asked, smiling.

“Of course!” You said, smiling.

“I’ll get the movie ready, you get the popcorn? Can I trust you with the popcorn? ” She asked.

You jokingly glared at her.

“What? Last time you burned it, and made the whole house reek of burnt popcorn.” She said, laughing, getting up and walked over to her dresser which the tv was on top of. Putting the VHS in.

You got up, walking out of her room to the kitchen, making the popcorn.

~

You walked back to her room, a popcorn bowl in one hand and a box of M&Ms in the other.

Kate sat on the bed waiting

“Here’s the NON BURNT popcorn!” You joked, handing her the bowl.

“Thank you! Did you get the M&Ms?” She asked, smiling.

“Of course!” You said, handing her the M&Ms.

She opened the box, pouring them into the popcorn.

You sat down beside her, resting your head on her shoulder.

You pushed the play button on the remote, and the movie started.

~

You both laid down, you rested your head on the plush pillow.

You turned, laying on your side facing Kate, you wrapped your arm around her waist and rested your head on her chest. Feeling the soft material of her Care Bear shirt against your cheek.

“This is the happiest I’ve been in a while.” You said, softly smiling.

“This is the happiest I’ve been in a while too.” She said, smiling, kissing the top of your head, and wrapped her arm around your shoulder.

You slowly fell asleep in her arms.

~

*The next morning*

“Y/n?” Kate asked, you slowly opened your eyes, the room bright, sun shining through her curtains, Looking beside you at Kate

“I’m gay- what-?” You asked, groggily.

She laughed “Uh, good morning!” She said, smiling, brushing a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Good morning!” You said, smiling.

~

You walked down the steps of Kate’s house, holding hands with Kate.

“Hey.” Kate said awkwardly to your friends Deena, Sam, and Josh who were standing by the stairs of her house.

“Hi, wait, are you two together? We really are the gay group!” Deena said, laughing and smiling, holding hands with Sam.

“Yeah. And we really are!” Kate said, giggling.

You both walked down the stairs.

“Group hug!” You said, smiling, wrapping your arms around Kate.

Deena wrapped her arms around you both, then Sam and Josh joined the group hug.

.

.

.

Even though it all you still found good, pure good things… people Kate, Deena, Josh, Sam, Christine, and Martin.

You had found your true match, the other weirdo from Shadyside… Kate.

She was everything Nick wasn’t… she was kind, loving, didn’t try to kill you and your friends, actually cares about people she loves, and she is good.

Everything was back to normal at least as normal as it was on Queer Street I mean Fier Street…

Author’s note : Thank you guy SOO MUCH for all support on this series!! I can’t believe it’s over! I hope you guys like the final part!!

Before I started writing again I didn’t think I could even write a story, none the less a whole series! I’m SO PROUD of myself!!🥰😭💜

Also how did this series go from Homophobic N*ck G*ode to a queer story? lol because my chaotic queer self that likes shitty guy characters wrote it! :))

Taglist : @puck-the-puppy @simpotathoe @ang3licho3-deactivated20211230

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[221bshrlocked]

Unbreakable Bond

Pairing: Vampire!Din Djarin x GN!Reader (Modern AU)

Warnings: Horror-ish. Mentions of blood. Not much else.

Words: 1288

A/N: This is for this week's Writer Wednesday challenge held by the wonderful @autumnleaves1991-blog & @clydesducktape. I'm writing a longer Vampire!Din piece so I'm in a mood. Let me know how I'm doing in the comments please and thank you :D

As the snowstorm raged against the walls of the mansion, you couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread wash over you at how awfully quiet the hallways were this night. Ever since you were hired to care for the estate, you had to acclimate to the strange guests that arrived during odd hours, and because of how often they came, there was seldom this much silence across the floors.

As you made your rounds to ensure that the servants weren’t in places they shouldn’t be, you noticed a faint light coming from one of the rooms you yourself were warned to never set foot past. You almost walked past the door, knowing well that your master would be disappointed had you disobeyed one of his few rules. But then you noticed a handprint just above the knob and your heart ceased to beat for a moment.

There was blood on the brass knob that dripped down from the handprint on the wood. You learned early on that you should never question your master’s choices but as you looked at the fresh viscous material as it dripped down to the floor, you couldn’t help but feel responsible for whatever might occur tonight.

Going against your better judgment, you pushed open the door slowly and stepped in, never once daring to call out for your master as you shut the door behind you and moved around the room.

Unlike the rest of the household, which was covered with pastels and the newest furniture, this room seemed...older. More minimalistic than the main guest hall, the large room seemed to absorb whatever light that shone from the lamps across the space. As you continued to walk around and inspect the dark ottomans and what appeared to be ancient artifacts on the shelves of the walls, you failed to notice the looming form standing behind the spiraling staircase that lead to the second-floor library.

You come to a halt when you hear the sound of glass breaking underneath your foot and as you take a step back and lean down to inspect the photo, a familiar hint of fear washes over you.

It cannot be.

As you look at the almost faded picture in between your fingers, you never once hear the footsteps approaching you from behind the staircase. As soon as your mind finally catches up with the implications behind the photo, you place the old picture on the small table near the couch and turn around to leave.

You almost drop to your knees when you find a pair of black orbs staring right into your soul, and even though you never knew him to be dangerous, you can’t help but feel more afraid of him than of the raging storm outside.

“You shouldn’t be here.” He growls down at you and your throat tightens when you notice two canines peaking from beneath his lips.

“I- I’m so sorry sir I- I wasn’t sure if…” You don’t even know what you’re trying to tell him and he must sense how terrified you are of him because he stumbles back and allows himself to fall on one of the larger chairs.

It takes you a few moments to allow your eyes to move past his abnormal features and when you notice the large gash on his chest, you somehow manage to snap out of your haze and approach him. As you try to kneel down in front of him, he flinches back and growls, actually growls, at your wandering hands.

“Do not touch me!” Your hands are shaking but you ignore him and push open his coat and vest to inspect the wound.

“Sir...allow me to help you. Please I- I can call a doctor or-” You stutter through some options and try to figure out what could have possible caused such a deep wound. But nothing comes to mind, nothing sane at least.

“No, n-no doctors...no one can- ffuck,” he cranes his head back and cries out in pain before digging his nails into the fabric beneath him. The ripping sound he causes makes you shake in fear and when you finally meet his eyes again, you find them much more contained and calmer than a moment ago.

“I- I would never hurt you mesh’la, you- you must know that.” You cannot recognize the word he calls you and you figure it must be his native language.

“I know sir,” for some odd reason, you believe your own words as they break the silence of the room and when you see a faint smile take over his handsome, rugged features, you decide to just ask him the silly question that may or may not end up saving his life.

“Sir, do you need...blood? To- to heal?” It sounds even more pathetic now that you’ve said it out loud but when his smile drops and he attempts to move away from you, you already know the answer.

“No- not you...not from you, I- I can’t ask that of you.” You’re shocked by how much more afraid he seems to be at the realization of what you’re willing to do and you realize that perhaps your previous words weren’t a lie after all.

“You’re not asking, I’m offering.” You don’t leave much room for debate as you stand up and rid yourself of your coat. He shakes his head and pleads for you to leave as you sit as close to him as possible and crane your neck to the side.

“Please...not you.” He begs one last time and you clench your jaw as you move the collar of your shirt down to your shoulder to give him better access to your skin.

“I’m offering sir, willingly.” You repeat one last time and hope he finds the will to believe you. A small breath of relief leaves your lips when he begins to move and lean towards you and you don’t have a moment’s warning before he pushes you down beneath him and sinks his fangs into the space between your shoulder and your neck.

You didn’t really have time to think of how you might feel from this...act...but as you hear the loud sound of him gulping down your blood, you allow yourself to surrender to him and push back on the thoughts swimming through your mind of finding some way to escape. He’s much gentler in his touches than you initially thought, and frankly, dreamt of, but the more he drinks from you, the more bruising his roaming hands become, and before you know it, he’s making space for himself between your thighs and growling in wanton at how willing and submissive you’ve become for him.

You’re not sure how long the two of you remain entangled and you hiss in pain when you feel his sharp fangs retract from your skin before his tongue laps at the blood continuing to ooze out of the two puncture wounds he’s marked you with.

A haze falls over you and as your eyes begin to flutter closed, you look up and see the familiar brown eyes you’ve grown so fond of over the past few months staring back at you.

“Mesh’la,” he whispers down to you and frowns in fear when he caresses the side of your cheeks and gains a tired smile from you.

“I owe you my life,” he says as he wipes his mouth so he could lean down and kiss your forehead.

“N-no need sir…” You barely manage to breathe out to him and just as your head collapses to the side in exhaustion, you hear him call for you one last time.

“You are mine now ner kar’ta...rest.”

#Writer Wednesday #din djarin x reader #din djarin #din djarin/reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian/reader #the mandalorian x reader #gn!reader #pedro pascal #vampire din djarin #vampire mandalorian #vampire!din djarin

[whisperlullaby]

Walk Me Home

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader (AU kind of)

Warnings: Cursing, angst, drunk people, catcalling (bad catcalling), fluff 

Word Count:  1288

Summary: You’re walking home and you realized you’re being followed. Your phone is dead and you’re pretty far away from home. 

A/N: I wrote another thing! I hope you guys like it BIG THANK YOU to @river-soul​ for not only reading this through for  me but for also giving me the idea for the ending. If I missed any warning tags let me know. I hope you enjoy!

“Shit” you muttered as you quickened your pace down the street. Your phone just died and you were still 12 blocks from your apartment. That's what you get for not upgrading your phone after it started refusing to hold a charge. It was 12 o'clock at night and traffic down these residential roads was almost non-existent. You kept your headphones in hoping to ward off any random people trying to talk to you. After about a block you noticed two men stumbling loudly behind you. 

"Hey baby why don't you slow down and walk with us? Bet we could show you a real good time," one of men slurred.

Great. They were drunk and you were alone with a useless phone. If only you had enough money for a cab this wouldn't even be a problem. You ignored them and sped up to cross the street. They followed.

"Aw you're breaking our heart sexy. Come on. Just slow down." 

Your heart was hammering in your chest. They were going to follow you home and you couldn't do anything about it. As you looked down the street you noticed how dark it was, every brownstone had their lights off. You started to feel nauseous and lightheaded. One street down. You crossed the road one more time and something bright caught your eye. Someone's light was on. Like a homing beacon you made your way over to the building and pressed the call button.

"Hello?" A low baratone voice came out of the box, and you let out a relieved sigh.

"Hey there stranger," you said with as much cheer as you could muster though your voice trembled. "Sorry I'm late I know I said I'd be by earlier but my shift ran over. I would have called but my phone died and before you say I told you so I know I should get a new one that actually stays charged. Lucky for me though I had these two guys escort me here for about two blocks." 

Your voice was shot. You were shaking as you eyed the two men across the street listening in on your conversation. You closed your eyes and prayed that whoever this person was that they were your saving grace.

"Hey sugar I was waiting for you, give me a second I'll be right down."

You tried your best to control your unsteady breathing. In the moments it took for this mystery man to come down the two men had crossed the street. You could feel the tears threatening to spill over and the bile rising into your throat.

"Come on sweet cheeks we can take real good care of you. You don't have to be such a bitch." One of the men spat out at you. 

Just then you heard the click of the door unlocking behind you and out stepped a tall handsome man. You thought you had woken him up since he was wearing a red unzipped hoodie and loose fitting navy blue joggers. Your eyes widened slightly at his bare chest. As you looked up to his face you saw his warm brown eyes looking down at you with worry. You let out a sigh when he put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you into him.

"Hey honey I was getting worried when I couldn't reach you.” The man glanced over at the two drunk guys with a look that could kill. “ These the guys who were helping you get here safely?" 

"Yep these are the guys. You know how unsafe the streets can get at night." Your voice was cracking as you shook in the mans grasp.

"Hey we just wanted to have a little fun with the lady. No one got hurt." The shorter of the two men mumbled.

The man who's evening you interrupted straightened his back and pointed at the men. "You both should get out of here before someone does get hurt and I can guarantee it won't be anyone on this doorstep."

The men left in a huff. Once they were out of sight you turned to your unlikely hero causing his arm to drop from your shoulders.

"Thank you. They started shouting at me and I was so scared they were going to follow me all the way home. No one else had their light on and I panicked." You started crying and hugging yourself.

"Don't even worry about it sugar. I'm glad I had my light on. What's your name?" The man asked kindly.

"Y/N." you sniffled.

"Well Y/N, my name is Sam. Why don't I walk you home so you don't run into anymore trouble."

You looked at Sam hesitantly. You were grateful he scared your probable attackers away, but you didn't know him either. He could just want to follow you home too for all you knew, but his gentle smile and piercing gaze seemed to calm you down on an unconscious level.

"You seem pretty shaken up still and I'd hate to just leave you alone. I can call you a cab and wait with you until it comes if you would prefer?" Sam suggested earnestly.

"Oh I, um, I don't have enough money for a cab. It's why I was walking home in the first place." You looked down fidgeting with your hands. 

"Let me pay for it for you. I would rather you get home safely than continue to wander the streets alone, especially after what already happened." Sam pleaded while placing a comforting hand on your shoulder.

"Oh I couldn't do that. First taking your time, then your money? I'd feel like a thief." You chuckled humorlessly.

Sam took in a deep breath and sighed. "Well I could give you my number and you could pay me back whenever you could if that would make you feel better? I mean you already know where I live so might as well have my number too." He smirked.

You genuinely laughed and looked up at Sam's face, full of confidence and caring. He radiated such warmth that you found yourself agreeing to his offer of a cab and his number.

Sam pulled his phone out of the pocket of his joggers and called a cab for you. Then, he reached through the door for one of his business cards. You noticed that the logo was from the VA.

"You work at the VA?" You questioned.

"Yeah after I left active duty I came home wanting to support other veterans. Now I'm my own boss and I run a support group. I give my number out to the other people in the program in case they need someone to talk to." Sam responded with a reserved smile.

"Is that why you were up? Talking to one of the people from the support group?"

"Yeah some nights are harder for people than others and I just want to make sure people know they have someone to talk to who will listen." Sam stated holding your gaze.

You smiled. "Well I'm glad that you were up. I don't even want to think about what would have happened if you didn't play along."

"Like I said honey, I listen. I could tell something wasn't right and what kind of person would I be to leave you out there hanging? I haven't left anyone stranded before and I'm not about to start now," Sam stated confidently.

As the cab pulled up he offered you his arm which you accepted. What had started as a rough evening seemed to be looking up you thought, the twinkle in his dark brown eyes making you smile.

As Sam closed the cab door you waved goodbye through the window. Looking down at his business card you felt lucky to have met Sam Wilson. 

#sam wilson x reader #sam wilson au #sam wilson #sam wilson x you #sam wilson x y/n #marvel au #catcalling #sam is a hero #charge your phone

[rainybookshop]

Texts from 1917

Fandom: 1917 (College/University AU)

Words: 1288

Read it on AO3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/36087733

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Tom: I woke up with Schofield

Joe: Called it

Joe: I woke up with Leslie

Tom:...........

Tom: this explains so much

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Tom: hey do you want to go out for breakfast

Will: Did you just send me that from the bathroom?

Will: Tom I’m literally in the next room

Will: I can actually hear you typing

Tom: just answer the question okay

Will: I was going to make us pancakes but sure

Tom: no pancakes is good!

Tom: pancakes is great

Will: You were too nervous to ask in person huh

Tom: ...maybe

Will: you’re so cute, get out here

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Tom: okay Joe just answer me this one thing

Joe: no

Tom: just this one thing and I’ll stop asking I swear

Joe: NO

Tom: does Leslie keep the beanie on when you’re

Tom: you know

Joe: I don’t even want to think about how many times Mum must have dropped you as an infant

Tom: RUDE

Tom: also you’re evading the question so I’m assuming the answer is yes

Joe: ugh FINE tbh we decided to take things slow and get to know each other. That first night we just fell asleep watching a movie.

Tom: wait what

Tom: well that’s

Tom: pretty cute of you really

Joe: I answered you now piss off

Tom: do you pass each other notes in class too

Tom: whisper sweet nothings in his ear

Tom: doodle Mr. Joseph Leslie all over your notebook in hearts

Joe: I’m telling mum you said Mrs. Bowman’s cherry pie was better than hers

Tom: DON’T YOU DARE

Tom: BABE did you know that Joe and Leslie are like. legit dating not even hooking up like who would have guessed

Will: Leslie basically lives in that beanie are you really surprised he has emotional issues

Tom: ajksdfs I almost spit my hot chocolate all over my laptop

Will: Plus there’s nothing wrong with getting to know someone better before you jump into bed with them

Tom: you just couldn’t resist these baby blues huh

Will:..........

Tom: wait really?

Will: Uh honestly yeah that’s pretty much it

Tom: omg

Will: You were smiling a lot and you kept waving your hands around when you were telling your stories

Tom: omg

Will: And then you were so sad when you thought I wanted to leave and well you know the rest

Tom: I’m literally giggling like a schoolgirl this is so fucking cute <3

Will: <3

Tom: there’s a foreign exchange student glaring at me HARD rn

Will: Idk why you even go to the silent floor you’re physically incapable of not talking for 5 minutes

Tom: seriously this dude looks like he’s going to stab me at any second

Will: Do you need me to come get you?

Tom: I’m mostly kidding but also

Tom: yesplease

Will: Be there in 3

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Jondalar to The Convoy Boys group chat

Jondalar: hey Tom do you think you could come pick up Will?

Tom: I thought you were all out for boys night? is he ok??

Jondalar: no no he's fine it's just - well.

Jondalar: Katy Perry came on and he just keeps mumbling about cherry chapstick and scrolling through your Instagram looking kind of sad.

Jondalar: It’s really pathetic but also none of us can deal with his face doing that anymore can you please resolve your fight?

Tom: we didn’t even fight???

Jondalar: oh boy

Tom: he’s just really sweet and romantic yk? and I think my appendix thing really scared him

Rossi: true

Cooke: your face literally lost all colour I didn’t even know a person could do that

Tom: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk I was pretty out of it the whole time

Malky: glad you’re okay man

Singer: ^

Jondalar: ^

Tom: thanks guys :)

Tom: but yeah I’ll come get him

Tom: I might have already been on my way over

Tom: Joe might have kicked me out.

Tom: said I was moping just because Will was gone and I was making him another playlist

Cooke: Doesn’t he already have like 12?

Rossi: Wasn’t the last one just all your feelings about his hands?

Jondalar: oh boy

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Will: Can we watch WWII in color tonight?

Tom: bad day huh?

Will: I’m still stuck in the chem lab, our first test tube exploded and almost started a fire so now we have to redo the whole thing

Tom: you’re a history major why are you even taking chemistry

Will: I ended up in the wrong classroom on the first day and I was too proud to say anything so now I just have to stick it out

Tom: lmfao. wait really??

Will: Lol no I just liked chem in high school and thought it would be a nice break from writing essays

Will: But instead I’m stuck here re-doing an experiment because one of my lab partners might be drunk and the other one got thrown out of Chem II for causing a rat infestation

Tom: I have so many questions but idk if I want to know the answers

Will: I might actually strangle one of them if I have to be here much longer

Tom: I’ll come by in 10 with coffee

Will: I love you

Tom: ….

Will: …

Will: Shit well that’s not how I meant to say it

Tom: it’s ok I know you’re probably exhausted

Will: Well I mean I am but also

Will: I do. I love you, Tom

Tom: I love you too Scho

Tom: I’m also pretty sure everyone in this coffee shop thinks I’m crazy bc I just stared at my phone for a minute straight instead of ordering when it was my turn but

Tom: I don’t care. Hang in there, I’ll see you soon.

Will: See you soon babe <3

Tom: <3 !!

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Joe: [image attached: Blakefield napping.jpg] Seriously what is it with Scho and sleeping on trees

Joe: and ofc course it’s a cherry tree

Joe: Tom and his #aesthetic

Leslie: this is freaking adorable I hate it so much why would you send this to me

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Tom: afjdkalfjdkaslfjdklsafdkslafdskla

Tom: omgomgomg

Tom: Scho HELP

Will: Tom what's happening are you okay???

Tom: so I may have

Tom: acquired a pretty accurate replica

Tom: of a WWI uniform

Tom: and dressed up in it

Will: Holy shit

Tom: and taken a couple of pictures

Tom: to send to you

Tom: obvs

Will: Holy shit.

Tom: except then I might accidentally

Tom: have sent all of them to professor Mackenzie

Tom: like the super scary prof who set us up to fail our midterms like lambs sent to the slaughter

Will: Lmfao seriously?

Will: Wait. How did you even manage to send them to him?

Tom: ....I have him saved in my phone as super scary prof Mackenzie

Tom: which comes right after Scho

Will: Lmao babe you have to admit you might have set yourself up for that one

Tom: ajlkdfjaklfjadlfjdklds NO FUCKING WAY

Tom: he just emailed me BACK

Will: He didn't.

Tom: holy fucking shit he said he "admired my commitment to the historical accuracy" and asked if I'd be willing to put together a full replica for extra credit

Tom: I might actually pass 20th century history omg

Tom: what a fucking roller coaster ride that was

Will: Only you, Tom.

Will: This is the funniest thing that's happened all week but also I love you so much for dressing up in that uniform for me

Tom: well btw

Tom: I'm still wearing it <3

Will: .....

Will: Be there in 2

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Leslie to The Convoy Boys group chat

Leslie: Why is Schofield running across campus?

Jondalar: He said something about Tom and WWI uniforms and just took off

Tom: I can explain

Joe: Do NOT

#blakefield #tom blake #william schofield #1917 #text fic #fluffy humor because we could all use a little silliness rn

[bibbawrites]

I Love You - Owen Joyner x Reader (16+)

Request: Owen x reader smut where they’re just super giggly and just all fluffy

Word Count: 1288 words

Summary: The best moments in life are free. Spending time with your boyfriend Owen definitely proved that 

Warnings: brief mention of divorce, fluffy/giggly make out, swearing, implied s*x

A/N: okay so this isnt actually smut, its kinda just a fluffy giggly make out session with implied smut but yeah hopefully you guys aren’t disappointed by this sorry it took so long (and that its so shit lol), anxiety is truly a bitch but i’m determined to get past this for you guys  also i was listening to “i was made for loving you” by tori kelly and ed sheeran while writing this so if you wanna listen to that you’re more than welcome to but you don’t need to 

Growing up you never wanted to fall in love. Your parents had broken up when you were only young and your mother always made sure to remind you how horrible men were and how you never needed one in your life. 

And you always believed her. That was until you met Owen. 

You first met Owen when you were 16, on holidays with your mum, your older sisters, your mum’s best friend and her best friend’s kids. Your mum and her best friend decided to go on a cruise together to reminisce on the days before they had kids, and of course that meant they didn’t want anything to do with you, your sisters or the other kids once you set foot on the boat. 

Your sisters were “too old” to spend time with you, instead opting to lie half naked near the pool to attract boys. And the kids of your mum’s best friend were too young, all going off to the kids club. 

You had woken up that morning, the first proper morning of the 14 day cruise, and decided to explore the boat, and eventually you found yourself on an observation deck at the front of the boat. There was a small table with two chairs, one of the chairs occupied by a blonde boy who looked to be around your age. 

“Do you mind if I sit?” You had asked him. He had looked up at you with a big grin and nodded, and you sat, introduced yourself and spent several hours there together watching for dolphins. 

The two of you hit it off, spending every waking moment of the entire two weeks of the cruise together before tearily separating at the cruise terminal, with him going back to Oklahoma and you going back to Tennessee. 

After the cruise you stayed in contact with Owen, occasionally visiting each other when you had the chance but mostly keeping in contact via ridiculously long facetime sessions and phone calls, and texts 24/7. 

Eventually you found yourself falling for the boy you had met on the cruise and he felt the same, the two of you beginning a long distance relationship. 

The two of you discussed running away together, getting your own place where you could just live your lives together without the distraction of your families. But these plans were ruined when the world shut down in a global pandemic. 

Then one day you had just had enough, packing as much as you could into your car and escaping your broken family in favour of the almost 11 hour drive to Norman, Oklahoma where you moved in with Owen and his family, happy to finally be with your boyfriend full time. 

“Can we go for a drive?” Owen questioned you one Sunday afternoon, the two of you laying on the grass in his backyard, staring up at a clear blue sky. You turned your head towards Owen. 

“Where would we go?” You questioned. He shrugged. 

“Nowhere? Just drive around for a bit.” He suggested, already standing up and holding his hands out for you to take. You took them, standing up next to him. 

“Sounds good.” You agreed, following him through the house and out to his car. 

“Can I pick the music?” You questioned once you were buckled into the passengers side. Owen grinned at you. 

“Always.” He said, offering you his phone. You took it and unlocked it easily, his passcode being your birthday, and you opened up his Spotify as Owen started the car. 

“Love songs?” You asked. He nodded and you clicked the playlist, the opening notes of Truly Madly Deeply by Savage Garden coming out of the speakers. 

“Want coffee?” Owen suggested, pulling out of the driveway. 

“Ooh yeah coffee sounds amazing.” You agreed. As you drove you smiled softly, glancing over at the boy in the drivers seat just wondering how you got so lucky. 

Almost an hour and a half later you and Owen arrived home, having tired of driving around Norman, your coffee well and truly finished. 

“Is anyone home?” Owen called as he unlocked the front door, holding it open for you to walk in before following you. 

No response. Owen grinned. 

“Whole place to ourselves.” He said, raising an eyebrow.

You took a step closer to him and he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“About time we got some alone time.” You whispered, and he grinned, leaning down to connect your lips.

Tugging you by your shirt he pulled you down the hallway to his room, lips never disconnecting. He kicked open his door and you couldn’t help but giggle against his lips.

“What?” He asked with a grin, pulling away from you. You shut the door behind you and turned back to Owen, smiling softly.

“Just you being extra.” You replied, and he laughed.

“Only for you.” He teased, pulling you over to the bed.

You sat down on his bed, and he sat next to you, soft smiles on both of your faces.

“Guess what?” You said, reaching out to play with his long, blonde hair. He lent into your touch.

“You’re mad and I’m not?” He teased, and you giggled.

“No!” You exclaimed. Owen gasped playfully.

“Then what?” He matched your tone perfectly.

“I love you.” You told him. He smiled, kissing you gently.

“I love you too.” He replied. You grinned. 

“But I love you more.” You retaliated. He shook his head. 

“Uh no? I love you the most.” He pulled a face. 

“Well I love you most-est.” You bit back with a grin.

“I love you to the moon and saturn.” He replied. You paused.

“Nice Taylor Swift reference.” You praised. He smiled softly.

“I really do love you Y/N.” He said, his tone much more serious.

“I love you too Owen.” You told him, your tone matching his. 

He pushed you backwards onto the bed and climbed on top of you, connecting your lips again. You tangled your fingers through his hair, tugging slightly causing Owen to moan into your mouth. 

Kissing Owen was like a drug. No matter how much you got you always wanted more. His lips were made to fit with yours, and you would be forever grateful that you found him. 

Your tongues tangled together, and when he finally pulled away you were panting, trying to catch your breath. 

Owen’s lips grazed your neck gently as he left a trail of soft kisses along it. You giggled at the tickling feeling that it created, and Owen pulled away, a confused look on his face. 

“What?” He questioned. 

“Tickles.” You said simply. He smiled cheekily. 

“Oh yeah? Wanna know what else tickles?” He asked, and before you could answer his fingers were attacking your sides, causing you to squirm and laugh under him. 

“Stop!” You squealed. Owen laughed. 

“You were the one who brought up tickling.” He said, shaking his head as he continued to tickle you. 

“I didn’t mean for you to tickle me though.” You managed to say through laughs. 

“What was that, sorry? You need to stop laughing so I can understand you.” Owen teased. 

“Owen!” You exclaimed. “Stop or I’ll pee on you.” 

“You wouldn’t.” He froze. 

You took a deep breath, pushing him off you. 

“You’re such an idiot.” You said after a moment. Owen grinned, moving closer. 

“But I’m your idiot, right?” He questioned, batting his eyelashes at you. 

“Unfortunately.” You fake sighed.

“Fuck you.” Owen gasped. You gave him a cheeky grin. 

“Would you please?” You replied, and his eyes lit up, pushing you back down onto the bed and showing you once and for all how much he really loved you. 

#owen joyner #owen patrick joyner #owen joyner x reader #julie and the phantoms #reader insert #fluffy kinda