#but then he gets concerned and asks if it’s because he hasn’t slept with you for a while

[thranduel]

some thoughts about astarion because i'm tired of the internet reducing him to one thing

when bg3 came out in early access, astarion was always seen as the extremely flirty, confident guy who enjoyed sex (or so we thought) and spoke about it like it was his favourite thing. he was also kinda marketed as the “sexy vampire”, so you can understand why many people saw him that way based on the little amount of content we had. even while playing act 1 and act 2, many players still might think of him like that because he does have a very charismatic personality and he asks to sleep with you very early on, so it just automatically makes you think he’s genuinely happy doing that and being totally serious.

BUT!!!!!!! we end up finding out later on that’s NOT the case and it was all part of a plan to seduce us in order for him to gain protection. he opens up about his past and his trauma and how he was forced to use his body to lure people back to cazador. he struggles with intimacy and relationships in general because of this. that’s why i really hope that people stop reducing him to “hot sexy vampire that loves flirting and having sex with everyone” when that is not who he is, he’s literally traumatised because of sex due to being forced into it and he’s slowly trying to heal. he’s also so much more than just “the hot vampire”, ya know? if you actually put in the effort to get to know him, you will see who he truly is underneath and he has many loveable traits to appreciate.

you may not see the “soft” side of him very often because he hides it, but it’s there!! one thing i noticed that really stood out to me was that when i gave food to an orphan in act 3 and he approved. back when you first met him, he probably would’ve done the opposite or had no reaction at all. i also saw a clip of someone trying to romance karlach and astarion and he literally told tav to choose karlach over him because he can see that karlach loves her. he said normally an arrangement would work for him but after everything karlach has been through, he doesn’t want to get in the way or see her hurt. letting tav go is also hard for him as well but he still thought about someone else. he could’ve whined or been possessive or jealous but he didn’t do that at all. where are all those people who reduce astarion to “the guy that flirts and sleeps with everyone” now? seriously. that’s not what he does, and when he was forced into it by cazador, he was trying to survive, he didn’t do it for his own pleasure. it’s not a “hot” personality trait of his, it’s literally trauma. and because he did it so much, he got used to it, and that resulted in him disassociating and feeling empty.

apparently if you ask him to join you and sleep with the drows at the brothel (something i will never make him do in my playthroughs), he only says yes because he struggles to say no. but he disassociates. and if you’re in a high approval relationship with him and he loves you, he will feel safe enough to express his feelings and say he’s not comfortable. this happens before you fight cazador. i’m not sure if he gives the same response after, but either way, if he joins in, he will always disassociate and it’s not something he wants to do despite what he may say.

that being said, it’s obviously still okay to appreciate his beauty and attractiveness, because he is very beautiful. he appreciates it and even likes being called beautiful. calling him “hot” and “sexy” isn’t a bad thing either, we know he can be and i'm sure he knows it too! it’s just annoying when people act like that’s ALL he is and they don’t even mention anything else about his character. the love scenes are beautifully done too (i personally prefer the second one after you’ve stopped him from doing the ritual, because that’s the one where he decided he truly wanted it and felt safe and comfortable because he genuinely loves you), and i actually would’ve been fine if they didn’t have any scenes like that at all because it’s totally understandable and valid if he didn’t feel comfortable, but i just hope that people don’t take things too far and over-sexualise him just because of how he appeared to be in the first half of the game and the way he’s often marketed on social media. and yes i know he’s fictional and nothing on the internet is going to hurt his feelings!!!! it’s more about the fact that he canonically has sexual trauma and many people still say really disturbing stuff even AFTER they find out about that, and it just makes me uncomfortable to think that people are okay with treating someone like a sexual object especially when they've said they're traumatised and it makes them uncomfortable. idk if this makes sense 😭

but yeah he doesn't want to flirt and sleep with everyone as i've seen people claim. and if in an alternate universe he did, and he did it on his OWN terms, and the other people he had relationships with enjoyed it too, then good for them! absolutely nothing wrong with that if there's consent, respect and honesty. however, that's not the case with what happened with astarion, because 1. he was forced into using his body WHEN HE DID NOT WANT TO and 2. he misled people and lured them to a miserable fate. it's so horrible and devastating for everyone involved. sex was never something fun for him, and it certainly isn't a "personality trait" of his. it was a survival tactic. he was forced to. he didn’t want to.

obviously when he becomes more comfortable, then it's totally understandable to get excited when he flirts and shows physical affection. he can be so charming, funny, sweet and romantic and i love that. it’s so beautiful to see him heal, genuinely find comfort in someone for the first time and experience intimacy that he feels ready and comfortable for. he deserves to love and be loved on his own terms instead of being forced. but again, he is so much more than the guy we were introduced to at the beginning. the internet just sees one thing and sticks with it but i really hope people start to actually appreciate him for who he is and the complexity of his character.

aaaaand i just had to leave this here <3

#astarion #baldur’s gate 3 #bg3 #sorry for rambling i’ve just been very emotional about him recently 😭 #also i hope people remember that even if he NEVER EVER wanted to have sex again he is 100% valid #he does not have to change or force himself to feel a certain way #especially after everything he’s been through #and if you think he does then you’re gross. he doesn’t owe anyone ANYTHING #anyways #when he kept apologising for not sleeping with tav i wanted to cry #there is literally a scene where if you tell him halsin is interested in you he says it’s ok to go to him #but then he gets concerned and asks if it’s because he hasn’t slept with you for a while #and i wanted to cry #he should NEVER have to feel guilty for that #honestly the only reason why i think he might eventually feel comfortable with sex again is because -> #in act 3 after his genuine love confession after you help him defeat cazador he initiates it himself #and it feels like it’s something he truly wants after developing a strong emotional bond with someone for the first time #and i think that’s really beautiful that he chose to do it on his own terms when he felt ready #but also #for a while i wasn’t sure if he was repulsed and uncomfortable by sex in general and hated it entirely #or if he only feels comfortable after he develops a strong emotional bond #the only reason i think the second one now is because of what happened in act 3 #but regardless whatever it is i just want him to feel safe and comfortable and happy #my posts

[hecateslore]

💌

supervisor!Simon

When you get home, You strip down and get in the shower, warm water hitting your skin. You let out a sigh, the steam loosening the tension in your body. “Jesus christ.” you say aloud, the water feeling way too good on your skin. 

You get out of the shower wrapping your body in a towel and sitting on your bed, too lazy to get dressed, you do your best drying your skin, eyelids so heavy from the pressure behind your eyes from the headache. The warmth is still on your body from the shower, you take one good look at the dresser in your room, deciding to just sleep without clothes. You slide under the sheet, and close your eyes, drifting off into sleep. 

6 hours later, you’re awakened from your phone blaring next to you. An unknown number is on your screen, Brain still fuzzy from the nap you decide to answer, “Hello?”  

“Was this a bad time?” you recognize the voice, “How’d you get my number?” you ask, rubbing your eyes, crusties in your vision. “I have my ways.” he teases and you smile at his voice, “you’re a weirdo.” He chuckles at you. “I know.” 

“What phone are you calling from?” You ask mid yawn, “Mine.” your eyes widen for a moment, “You have one of those?” He snorts at your dumb statement, “Bought it just to track you because I’m crazy obsessed.” 

“Don’t remind me.” you roll your eyes. 

-

“Why not?” Simon smirks while holding his phone. “He’s not on my nice list right now.” You chuckle and Simon's smirk turns into a smile, “Am I on your nice list?” 

“You’re on a list, sure.” He Lets out another laugh, adjusting the way he sits on his couch. “I’m on a list huh?” He clears his throat, “You’re on a list too, you know?” He says. You jokingly scoff at him, “I’m on a list?” you yell playfully, “Yeah, I just need to figure out which one.” he says, smiling at the crack in your voice, It sounded like you’d been sleeping. “Please let it be the cool people list.” You plead jokingly, “I don’t think so.” 

“Simon, you suck.” you complain playfully. Simon held back on the inappropriate joke, Simon does in fact suck, and maybe he’d like for you to find out. But that’s just him. So he settles for a laugh, and you laugh too, it’s more belly, and loud. 

“So, how're you feeling?” He asks, sitting up. “I’m okay.” you say softer, “I was asleep.” you chuckle. “Did I wake you?” Simon's ears perk up. “Yeah, but it’s okay.” 

- 

“You sure? I can hang up?” You sigh at his concern, “You’re fine, I need to get up anyways.” You say lifting the blanket, shocked you actually slept nude. You put him on speaker and walk around looking for some pajamas to put on, “What’d you get for lunch.” you brought up, “Oh some dumb soup Linda said was good, it was horrible actually.” You can see the disgusted face he makes in your mind, and you giggle at him. “Don’t be mean to Linda.” 

“I’m not,she just needs better taste buds.” he says.“What kind of soup was it?” you ask, “Lentil.”  

“You take that back right now.” you say shocked, “It was nasty.” he admits, “Now, You are a man of no taste.” You say, while slipping a tshirt on. “Probably.” he half agrees. “What’d you and Johnny get up to?” You roll your eyes at the mention of his name, “We talked.” 

“About valentines day?” You hum and walk into your kitchen, looking through your fridge and freezer, eyeing the frozen pot pie. “As he says.” You state. “Well what’d he say?” he prods. “Simon, I didn't know you loved to gossip.” You tease. “Oh hush.”

“I’m joking, but He’s not a fan of our interlinkage.” You take the pot pie out of its package. “Of course he isn’t” he huffs, “Is he like your boyfriend?” he asks. “Well one, he hasn’t spoken to me all week, until today. And two, he hasn’t asked me out or nothing. We just flirt.” Simon only grunts. “Told you he was weird.” You laugh at his response. “A little.” you add. 

The microwave beeps in the background, “You heating something up?” he notes your commotion, “Uh, yeah, but you're fine.” 

He hums, “He asked for you..” he pauses, “After you left, if that brings any consolation.” he adds. “What’d he ask?” you question. “Where’d you go and If you were okay.” 

-

Simon heard you sigh on the other side of the phone, which it wasn’t true, he didn’t ask. He just nodded at your empty desk and went back to whatever it was that he was doing. It pained Simon to lie to you, but he didn’t want to see you hurt. The truth would’ve been ten times better, he knows that. 

“I don’t like people telling me what to do, you know?”  

“Oh I'm aware.” Simon chuckles and you giggle at his reaction. “I’m serious, like now, I’m actually enjoying talking to you.” Simon’s eyebrows raise and he pulls the phone from his face, shock taking over his body. “Thanks, I guess.” he says, chuckling a little bit. “You don’t say I guess, You say thank you.” 

“Let’s not give lessons on manners, Pointer.” You let out a laugh that makes Simon pull his phone from his ear. And that makes him giddy, giggling over the sound of your loud belly laugh.

“Hey, I gotta get in the shower.” Simon says, calming down from the laughing fit you both had, “You trying to leave me too.” You joke, Simon’s heart aches, taking the joke far too seriously. “I just got home from the gym” He says softly, “I stink.” 

“I guess.” You say, huffing. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asks.“Well duh!” you say sarcastically. 

“Bye, bye.”

“Bye, Simon.” 

#Supervisor!Simon #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley cod #ghost cod #ghost fanfiction #cod #cod mw2 #simon riley x you #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost mw2

[bucket-hat-lando]

Qatar Aftermath (OP)

Pairing Oscar x reader

Qatar is none of the drivers favorite places it’s hot and dry desert don’t mix well with cars going 200 plus miles an hour combine those things with being a rookie and you’re in for a long race weekend.

Oscar was not having a great weekend to begin with his qualifying lap time got deleted, but he was optimistic about Sunday especially with y/n there.

As the national anthem time got closer y/n could see Oscar hydrating as much as possible before getting in the car although y/n was still nervous especially after hearing stories from other girlfriends of drivers on the grid about the heat after effects. Standing on the grid after the anthem y/n turns around cupping his face giving him a kiss and whispering “good luck be safe and let your engineer know if the heat is too much please baby .” “ I will love I promise” Oscar responds holding her tightly.

As the race starts everything is going smoothly up until the end y/n heard about Logan retiring from being overheated and she prayed Oscar was doing ok considering he hasn’t complained on the radio about the heat. At the end of the race y/n was so proud Oscar got second in the gp and she couldn’t wait to see him!

When she saw him enter his drivers room after looking up from her phone she was concerned Oscar was pale cheeks red and in a pool of sweat in his own suit.

“Oscar you ok love “? “ I feel dizzy and nauseous “ he replied coming over to her and laying face down on the couch burying his face in the couch to get away from the bright lights. “I’m gonna find you some water and a cold towel just stay there baby” .

On a mission to help her boyfriend she ran into his trainer coming into the motor home. Seeing her looking frantic he asked “y/n is everything ok “? “Not exactly “ she replied “Oscar is feeling ill I’m not sure what to do” his trainer headed to his drivers room while y/n grabbed the supplies.

Entering she saw Oscar sitting up head down with a bucket between his legs worried she sat down beside him rubbing his back. “Were you sick love .” “ no just feel like it” he responded

His trainer spoke up after some time “y/n just get him to the hotel and let him take a cool shower and recuperate I’ll get him out of debrief .”

Finally they left the paddock y/n driving back while Oscar slept in the passenger seat holding her hand .

Getting into the room was harder than she anticipated because of her having to support Oscar but once they got to the room she helped him change into shorts and t shirt and covered him with the blanket bending down kissing his forehead whispering “ I love you and I’m proud of you.”

And done!!

Sorry for the delay

Hope you enjoy it🧡

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #mclaren f1 #f1 2023 #oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri fluff #lando norris fluff #op81 x reader #oscar piastri fanfic #oscar piastri imagine #op81 #op81 fluff #f1 x female reader #oscar piastri x you #oscar x reader

[ickadori]

++ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎 — 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆

↳ Choso is still unfamiliar with the more human way of doing things, but he is trying, so you can’t fault him too much when his actions resemble that of a curse rather than a human. VALENTINES EVENT MASTERLIST

[cws] yandere. stalking. chikan. mild violence. fem reader. i’ve taken creative liberties and made it so that choso can choose when he’s visible to humans thanks to being half-curse, half-human :3 reader is american.

Right and wrong is not something that Choso concerns himself with - he simply does what he pleases.

It’s not in the sense of him thinking that he’s above human laws (he is) and can therefore ignore them, but rather that he’s not familiar with them.

Yuji has told him time and time again about what is and is not acceptable, but it just hasn’t clicked in his head yet. In the rare times that he shows himself to humans, he always finds himself breaking some type of rule, law, or societal norm, as Yuji tells him.

“You can’t walk so close to people, Choso - they’ll think you’re a pervert or something!”

“I don’t care if she smelt good - you can’t sniff her like a dog!”

“Put your dick away! That’s not a bathroom! You can’t piss there!”

“No, Choso! You can’t kill somebody just because the line is too long!”

Humans were bound by so many rules, it was annoying. Choso found himself staying hidden more often than not, choosing to observe the people around him rather than taking more ‘lessons on humanity’ from his younger brother—Yuji was a big help, don’t get him wrong, but Choso didn’t feel right taking lessons from his younger sibling. Choso was the oldest, the one meant to protect and teach his younger brothers (something he had failed to do on two occasions, as he so painfully remembers every day), and if he didn’t know it, then it was his duty to learn it on his own.

The regular people of Japan, the ones who were terribly unfit to defend themselves (it’d be a hassle trying to protect them - he’s glad they’re not his siblings), were incredibly boring. Majority of them only worked and slept, some occasionally getting drunk at some hole-in-the-wall bar before stumbling home and passing out in the living room.

Choso preferred watching the not-so-regular people of Japan, the ones who led a life that Yuji always turned his nose up at, but Choso didn’t think they were so bad. They do what they want, what’s so wrong with that, he always asked. They didn’t let rules shape their actions or let laws turn them into a completely different person - they were simply them, and Choso found it admirable, in a way.

He watched men cloaked in black skulk around alleyways looking for a target to rob, women dressed in skimpy clothing slipping into cars only to slip out a few moments later with blood on their cleavage, teenagers walking into stores with no money yet walking out with pockets stuffed full of snacks and drinks, men in suits exchanging briefcases full of drugs and money, truck drivers transporting living, breathing humans adorned in chains - the dregs of society as so many called them.

He watched them sparingly, only when he grew bored of the mundane lives of everyone else, everyone else except for you, of course.

Choso had been watching you ever since he first began this poor attempt to assimilate into Yuji’s world. You lived a boring, plain, safe life, but he found himself interested nonetheless. You were an office worker, one with a funny accent that he learned was American. You liked to read and occasionally write, and you went on walks in the park on the weekend and took pictures of the scenery. You didn’t drink and you didn’t smoke but all your friends did. You had a library card that you lost on a monthly basis. You had an unhealthy addiction to carbonated drinks. You hated going to the dentist. You avoided stepping on the cracks in sidewalks. You desperately wanted a pet but your lease forbade you from getting one.

These were the boring, mundane details of your life. Nothing exciting, nothing noteworthy, and yet Choso had memorized it all.

You were on your way home from work now, unaware of Choso’s presence behind you. He was close - close enough to breathe in the scent of your signature perfume and take a peek down the top of your button down. Even your bra was boring, a dull gray that covered you fully, and an annoyed pout formed on his face before he turned his attention to the phone in your hand.

You were checking your banking account, likely making sure that you had enough for your daily sweet treat and tea from your favorite shop. It turns out that you don’t have enough, but he already knew that. You didn’t get paid until tomorrow, and you had used the last bit of your money on a recurring subscription that you had forgotten to cancel.

You sigh under your breath before dropping your phone into your purse, and Choso falls into step beside you, the rest of the journey to the train station going by uneventfully, as usual.

~

It’s a new day, and the same routine.

There’s a couple that steps onto the train before the both of you, their hands intertwined and the woman’s head nuzzled against the man's arm. Physical affection was another thing that Choso wasn’t familiar with.

Even if majority of his life hadn’t been spent locked away in a sealed vial, it wasn’t in his nature to be gentle with his hands - they were tools to protect what was dearest to him, and the only way he knew how to do that was to kill whatever threatened what was closest to him.

Although he wasn’t sure if you would appreciate that in this moment - you were squeamish when it came to blood, funnily enough, and he doubted he could kill the man standing behind you without making a mess.

“Tch.” Choso hovers near you, his eyes taking in the scene. You’re on your morning commute to work, dressed in the white button down he watched you press this morning, and a black pencil skirt that stuck to you like glue - it had been amusing watching you shimmy into it, stumbling around your room and cursing as you threw worried glances at the digital clock on your nightstand.

You were dressed identical to every other woman on this train -your hair was even in a similar updo- and yet the man—the pervert as Yuji would have called him—had singled you out in the overcrowded place. He stood behind you, closely, and Choso leaned to peer around your shoulder, lip lifting in annoyance when he sees the man’s crotch pushed against the swell of your ass.

The act itself doesn’t bother him, but rather that you’re the one the man chose to enact it on. He likely wouldn’t have batted an eye had the man chosen one of the other women to feel on, but the sight of someone touching you had never failed to invoke a feeling of intense hatred in Choso.

He didn’t like it, and he made it known when he moved to stand behind the man. He settled a heavy on his shoulder, his energy dark, thick and heavy as it nearly filled all the corners of the train car - an embodiment of the anger swirling in his gut. The man jolts and looks back over his shoulder, seeing nothing but perhaps a murky, dark substance. His hand grips hard, and the crunch that sounds followed by the pained wail doesn’t do much to quell that anger.

He had touched you, someone that Choso was closely coming to regard as important, and there was only one way that could right this wrong, but that would have to wait until the number of people around were low. Too many eyes were never good, and Choso had studied humans enough to know that their first instinct was to run to the police when they saw a body drop before their eyes.

With a shove to the side, the man is thrown halfway across the car, and a cacophony of shouts sound off as he goes tumbling. You spin around, eyebrows pulled together and mouth set in an angry line, and Choso feels that strange human urge to comfort surge forth.

You cast a glare to the man, your hands moving to hitch your bag higher up your shoulder, and you keep your back to the door, likely in an attempt to keep that from happening again…what’s it called again? He’s seen this scenario play out before in one of Yuji’s books that he tries and fails to keep a secret.

Ch…chi…chikan, train molestation.

His brother is a pervert, without a doubt, but he supposes that works in his favor. The magazine had piqued his interest, firstly because Yuji had gone to great lengths to stuff it into the back of his closet underneath a set of his college textbooks, and secondly because it housed a taboo of society, and the taboo is what interested Choso these days.

He had read it in its entirety, and then had tried to witness it himself. He had spent hours hanging around the station, going in and out of cars and maneuvering between bodies to try and catch a glimpse of the depraved act, yet he came up with nothing, until today that is.

And what a letdown that had been.

His mouth pulls down at the sides, and he gives you a slow once over. He starts at neatly done hair, moves down to sculpted brows that frame glossy eyes, then to a nose that he wouldn’t mind feeling against his own, and down to a set of lips that he finds himself thinking about more and more these days.

He goes further down, down to the way your shirt stretches across your breasts, the buttons straining just a bit, and he tilts his head to the side, a new type of feeling now festering in the pit of his stomach.

Your hands clasp together in front of you, the movement forcing your chest to jut out a bit more, and when the train curves around a bend, Choso lets gravity move him closer to you, head angled down. You tense just a bit, and your senses must be a bit better than everyone else’s, or maybe he’s just doing a poor job at concentrating on concealing himself.

You push yourself a bit further into the corner, and he further crowds you into it, a spark of excitement running up his spine — prey. That’s what you remind him of in this moment as you cower in the corner from a threat you can’t see. He wants to sink his teeth into you—no, his hands. He wants to touch you and squeeze you all over, sink his fingers into soft flesh and leave his mark behind.

So he does.

Tentatively, at first.

The tips of his fingers hover near your cheek, casting a shadow that you’re unable to see, and his breathing grows labored when he finally touches you - it’s shocking, literally. You jump as you feel it, and Choso frowns. He hasn’t learned about the grand thing called static, so in his mind, his mind that was locked away and kept rudimentary for so long, this shock upon first contact signified something monumental…something visceral.

You press further against the wall, brows furrowing as your hand moves up to rub at your cheek, and Choso moves down to the slope of your neck, fingers running along the throbbing vein, racing pulse, and then he’s rubbing at your collarbones. You’re warm just like him, but where he’s hard you’re soft - soft, doughy, fragile.

His hands settle on your breasts, one in each palm, and he squeezes. Oh. You frown deeper, your eyes dropping to where his hands are groping, but you don’t see. He’s right up on you now, head angled down and jaw slack as he tests the weight in his hands - they’re a nice size, a good size. Your nipples get hard under his hand, and he rubs against it with his thumb - your bra is so thin.

He thinks back to that book and what he had read in it, images of the debauchery floating to the front of his mind, and his mouth runs dry at the thought of doing those things to you. He had never thought about sexual gratification, much less craved it, but he felt as if he had been subconsciously seeking it out all his life and he had finally found it.

His breath is practically coming out in pants, matching the rapid thumps of his heart. He traps your nipples between his fingers and squeezes. You suck in a sharp breath of air, eyes darting around at the other passengers who don’t pay you much attention - they’re all warily looking at the man still moaning in pain as he sags in a corner and clutches at his shoulder.

Choso squeezes again, and he knows it’ll feel better if he was touching you skin on skin, but he’s certain you wouldn’t take kindly to him scattering your shirt buttons all over the floor of the train and leaving your bra in tatters so he pushes that thought away for later - maybe for when you’re curled under your blankets at night and in a deep, deep sleep.

The maddening ache in his pants would have taken him by surprise a few months ago, but Choso has gotten pretty acquainted with his body with the help of a few snagged medical books and Yuji’s laptop (which was still an enigma to Choso at times).

Both of his hands leave your breasts to instead push at his pants, the baggy material easily slipping down toned, lean thighs until they pool around his booted ankles.

His cock is pale but noticeably darker at the tip, and there’s a long, prominent vein that starts at the center of his shaft and disappears into black, coily pubes. His cock has never been able to stand up properly, weighted down by the sheer size, so it hangs between his thighs, thick and heavy, identical to his desire for you.

He wraps a hand around his turgid length, hissing through his teeth as he does, and pushes closer. You don’t move a muscle, standing stock-still as you try and fail to make sense of all these ‘phantom’ sensations.

If they were able, he’s sure your knuckles would have long since turned white with how hard you’re clutching onto the purse that’s now cradled against your chest. Your thighs shift together, inadvertently making your skirt rise a bit, heels noisily clinking against the platform of the car as you shuffle, and Choso spreads his legs and bends at the knees, a heaving breath leaving him as he slots his cock right through the opening between your thighs that you so graciously left.

The tights clinging to your thighs are smooth and silky, and coupled with the heat of your skin that perforates through, Choso feels himself jerk and twitch at the feeling. It’s leagues better than his hand, and his mind is already spinning at the thought of how you’ll feel on the inside.

His hand comes down heavy against the door beside your head, and you flinch as your head whips to the side to look, eyebrows furrowing when you notice the large handprint on the glass. His other hand curls around the pole to the left of you, hand gripping it so tight that he can feel the steel denting underneath his grip, and he rocks his hips, slowly.

Warm, soft, squishy, the adjectives flit through his mind one after the other, a new one coming with each push of his cock between your thighs. He’s hot all over, skin burning and strands of black plastering themselves to his damp face. His balls are tight, and his left eye twitches when a soft sound escapes your mouth, a look of bewilderment on your face.

He comes, hard. His orgasm locks all his muscles up and makes his teeth snap together so hard they nearly shatter. His eyes roll back, the pole caves in under the pressure of his grip, the window beside your head shatters as his hand goes through it, and he makes a split second decision to show himself in an effort to shield you from the hail of glass.

Choso can nearly see the scream of fright that gets caught in your throat at his sudden appearance, and a grin that lacks remorse twists onto his lips. Your bugged eyes slowly trail down, and the scream finally un-lodges itself when you catch sight of his softening length and the mess it’s left on your clothing.

Choso hides himself once again and steps off at the next station as he fixes his clothing. You stumble off as well, frantically heading towards the security booth as your eyes dart around to catch sight of him.

Soon, he thinks.

He’d let you see him again soon enough.

#choso x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut

[beenbaanbuun]

seventeen maknae line’s reaction to their youngest member not taking care of themselves

genre - fluff

warnings - talk about unhealthy eating habits, diet culture, sleep problems

lee seokmin

would anyone be surprised if i say that dk would be on you like a fucking rash if he notices a single thing out of the ordinary with you

like even if it’s just you being forgetful, this absolute angel of a man will 100% take the time and effort to seek you and and check on you

so when you sleep through your alarm and forget breakfast one morning, it’s no surprise when you wake up to seokmin’s face

“are you feeling alright?” he asks, voice gentle as he studies your sleepy face, “you missed breakfast…”

and of course you nod, because you’re feeling fine, but it doesn’t stop him from being concerned

“late night,” you reply as you sit up on your bed and rub your face, “must’ve just slept through my alarm, minnie.”

you say it to calm him down and stop him from worrying, but you only make it worse

“late night?” he sits down on your bed and grabs your hand, “couldn’t you sleep? is something on your mind? do i need to talk to someone for you?”

and you can’t help but laugh because trust seokmin to blow it out of proportion

you just lean into him and hug him as you tell him how grateful you are to have someone who cares so much

“i’m fine though, minnie,” you squeeze him, “i just needed to beat wonwoo’s high score in mario kart…”

kim mingyu

he’s someone i can see accidentally taking care of you

like he hasn’t even noticed the fact that you’ve started to be a little too strict with your diet and yet somehow he’s managing to make sure you’re eating enough

like i can see him cooking a meal and without even realising you haven’t eaten yet, he calls you over to try it

and the big baby blows on it and feeds it to you like to overly attentive friend/self-claimed big brother that he is

“open wide, kiddo,” he grins as you follow his instructions, “here comes the aeroplane!”

he only narrowly dodges the kick you aim at his shins…

and you have to admit that the food is good, and even if you don’t necessarily want to eat, you’re in a difficult situation

you can’t say it’s bad and deny it because then you’ll upset him, but you also can’t say it’s good and deny it because then he’ll make you take it anyway

best thing for you to do is just accept the food and move on

you promise you’ll try harder with your diet tomorrow

but as you walk away with the bowl of food, you know you won’t be able to - not with mingyu around

xu minghao

i mentioned minghao briefly in the hyung line one and i stand by what i said

this man monitors your diet like a hawk!!

not in a weird ‘you shouldn’t eat too much’ sort of way, but he likes to make sure you’re treating your body kindly

like he watches that you’re not eating too much of a bad thing, but he also likes to check that you’re not eating too little

literally follows you around with a piece of fruit in his bag for when you inevitably complain about being hungry

“oranges are a great source of vitamin c,” he says when he sees you pout at the fruit, “and i know you don’t get enough of that. now eat up!”

and if he sees you even eyeing up an energy drink, you best prepare yourself for the lecture of your life

“do you know how much caffeine is in one of these?” he hold the half drunk can in your face, “too much! if you’re tired, sleep more. god knows you need it…”

little do you know, he monitors your sleep too…

drags you out to do meditation with him if he sees that you’re up too late, knowing that by the time he’s finished you’ll be completely knocked out

he’ll complain about having to drag your tired body to bed yet again, but you can’t see the smile he wears as he tucks you in and wishes you a good night

boo seungkwan

i can see seungkwan as being very overly-attentive to your mental health more than anything else

like sure, he wants to make sure you’re taking care of your physical health too, but he knows that if you’re not there’s probably a deeper reason

so when he sees you arrive at practice one morning with deep eye bags and a frown, he is all over you in minutes

“bad sleep?” he asks as he ruffles your hair. you shrug, but he doesn’t mind. you don’t have to agree for him to know that he’s right, “want to talk about it?”

you sigh, knowing there’s no way of escaping his line of questioning

“i thought it was about time i went on a diet,” you say simply as you drop your bag in the corner, “i was up late researching what diet would be best.”

he scoffs and rolls his eyes, clearly dismayed with your words

“and why do you think you need to diet?” he says with a stern look on his face and you realise you’re not going to get out of this easily

all you can do is explain your thought process, and while he listens to every word you say, it’s obvious he’s more than upset

“if you want to do this, i cant stop you,” he says when you’re finished, “but i want you to do it for the right reasons, and i want you to do it healthily.”

chwe hansol

i think vernon would take care of you a lot, but you might not always notice since he does it silently

like this man will not express his worries about you not looking after yourself, he’ll just try his hardest to solve it

you’re not eating enough? he makes sure to put more meat on your plate during meal times

you’re not sleeping enough? he puts some melatonin gummies on your nightstand

you’re not drinking enough? you’re the first person he seeks out during breaks to offer a bottle of water to

it might take you a while to notice just how much he’s taking care of you at first, but when you do you always go out of your way to thank him

but you take a leaf out of his own book, and do it a little differently

“someone gave me some melatonin,” you say to seungcheol, but just loud enough that vernon can hear, “it helped so much! like, whoever it was is a hero.”

your eyes keep flickering over to vernon the whole time you’re talking, just so he knows that you know it’s him

and sure, he doesn’t do it for the praise, but he can’t deny it’s nice when you’re hyping him up anonymously to the other members

lee chan

this man will be your partner in crime and i guarantee he can and will absolutely use that against you if he needs to

like he insists on you two doing everything together and if you say you’re not doing anything? well neither is he!

and of course, when chan says he’s not going to eat dinner because you’re not, you feel so incredibly guilty that you decide that you decide maybe you shouldn’t skip the meal

“if you’re not hungry, then i’m not hungry!” he folds his arms and stares you down

“chan, that’s not how it works,” you scoff as you scan over some lyric sheets you’d been tasked to memorise, “if you’re hungry, go eat.”

he shakes his head and stays glued to his chair with a smirk

“we do everything together,” he says, “and if you’re being irresponsible and skipping meals, then we’ll do that together too!”

and whilst his logic makes no sense, you know he means it

so of course you push your work to the side and follow him out of the room to get dinner together

and when you’re up too late working too hard, chan is right by your side throughout the whole thing, refusing to sleep until you do

and it’s frustrating because you want to take care of chan just as much as he wants to take care of you

so you eat all your meals, and sleep a healthy amount, and drink as much water as you can and it’s annoying, but if it’s keeping chan healthy then you’re happy

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen oneshots #seventeen x reader #seventeen reactions #seventeen 14th member #seventeen addition #seventeen added member

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

Get Some Rest

Warnings: Mentions of a bau case, brief mention of drinks with Garcia, reader is sleep deprived, fluff!, some pining, no established relationship, that should be all but let me know if I missed anything<3

Word count: 1.3k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader

A/n: This was something that the lovely @criminalskies asked for and I was very happy to deliver! I hope you enjoy it sweetheart<3.

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat @ssahotchnerr @criminalskies @beardedhotchh @hotchnerbau @ssamorganhotchner @mrs-ssa-hotch @canuck-eh @luvehotch @callm3c0nfus3d @ivyflowers13 @randomuserrs

Hotch: @14buddy22 @pastanoodles11 @htchnr

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Hotch can always tell when you’re not doing so well.  Whether it’s because the case is extra tough on you for some reason.  Or you’re not getting enough sleep.  Whatever the reason may be, he just knows when you aren’t okay.  

The team is currently on a case and you are all in the precinct unfortunately having to wait for the unsub’s next move.  You are all lost and all you can do is wait for the unsub to slip up and leave something behind.  You’ve all tried to figure this guy out but none of you are getting anywhere with this case and it’s exhausting you all, but Aaron can tell it’s really bothering you even more.  He doesn’t know why it’s getting to you, but that’s not his main concern with you right now.  For now, it’s just him wanting to help you however he can.

You’re sitting down and hunched over a file that you can hardly read.  You’re so tired that all of the words seem to be blurring together and coming off of the page, the same page that you have been trying to read for about ten minutes now but you can’t comprehend anything on it.  The entire team is tired but you are completely exhausted because this case has been keeping you up.  This has resulted in numerous cups of coffee that you have been guzzling almost constantly and when you go to take another sip of your current cup of coffee, you realise you finished it about five minutes ago the last time you reached for it.

You stand up and make your way out of the room in search of more caffeine, but you don’t hear the footsteps trailing behind you because your senses are a bit dulled from how tired you are.  All you can focus on now is finding that coffee and once you pour yourself a cup, you feel a warm presence next to you.  You turn to look at him, you know it’s Hotch because you always get a specific feeling when he’s near you.  It’s something you’ve never been able to explain even to yourself, but when you tried to explain it to Penny during one of your little gossip sessions over a couple of drinks, she seemed to completely understand what you were trying to tell her.

“Are you okay?” He asks you quietly, he knows you aren’t so he’s not sure why he even asked.  It’s probably just what naturally comes out when he sees you struggling.  It’s not the first time he has asked you this knowing full well that you aren’t okay.  

You’re too exhausted to try brushing him and his concern off and putting up a front to act like everything is fine, so instead of doing that, you just shake your head in response and set the cup of coffee down as Hotch brings his hand up to rub soothing circles on your back.  The bags under your eyes match the ones that never seem to leave Aaron’s face and it breaks his heart a little bit.

“When was the last time you slept?” The concern on Aaron’s features is clear to you even in your sleepy state.  You really try to think of the answer.  You want it to be accurate but you aren’t really sure at this point.  With everything that has been going on with the case and how terribly it has been going, sleep was the last thing on your mind recently.  “I don’t know.  Yesterday?  Maybe the day before?  I’m not sure.” You rub at your eyes a little, trying to rub the sleep out of them.  You’ve been trying to do that all day but of course it hasn’t helped one bit.

“Come on.  Let’s get you back to the hotel.  You need to sleep.  You haven’t taken a break since we started this case and that’s not okay.  You’re draining yourself and I won’t let you do that.” Aaron’s voice is soft but you know that there is no room to argue with him so you just nod and let him guide you out of the precinct in your half asleep state.  

He helps you to one of the black SUVs and after you’re safely inside, he tells you to wait there for a few minutes.  He knew you couldn’t have kept yourself awake long enough to have him drag you around the precinct so he can inform your colleagues of everything.  Everything meaning that he tells all of them to call it quits for the night and to also get as much rest as they can before morning comes.  

The next thing you know, Aaron is gently shaking you awake and saying your name.  Apparently you had fallen asleep in the car before he came back and now you’re outside the hotel.  You are only half awake but it’s enough that you can both get up to your room and once he has you inside, he helps you lay down on the bed before also helping you undress.  He folds your clothes nicely and helps you into your pyjamas.  

He moves to step away from the bed after he gets you all tucked in but even though you can hardly keep your eyes open, you manage to reach out for his arm.  “Don’t go.  Please stay.” He can’t help but smile at your sleepy voice and mumbled words and he sits on the edge of the bed.  “Okay.  I’m here.  I promise I won’t go anywhere.” You smile at his reply and how gentle his voice is.  He tends to keep it soft around you and you love it.  You can feel the way his hand plays with your hair a little and then the thought occurs to you.  You don’t want him sleeping in that suit because you know he won’t be comfortable like that.

“You can borrow some of my pyjamas if you want.  That’s not really the most comfortable thing to wear to bed.” Your words are still mumbled as you lazily gesture to his work attire with your hand.  Another smile creeps onto Aaron’s face as he thinks about your offer.  He would love to wear something of yours.  The idea makes his cheeks heat up just a little and he nods even though you can’t see it now that your eyes are closed.

He stands up from the bed and finds your go-bag and grabs one of your shirts and pyjama bottoms before changing.  Once he’s back by your side, there’s a smile on his face as he climbs into bed next to you and the smile only grows when you immediately wrap your arms around him and pull him closer.  It makes Aaron’s heart flutter and in return he of course wraps you up in his embrace as you rest your head on him.  His cheeks flush even more when you nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck and his hand finds its way to your hair for him to start messing with the strands there.  

You’re starting to doze off now and he makes sure to keep holding you tightly in his arms as he plays with your hair and gently scratches your scalp which pulls little hums from you.  “Just get some rest, okay?  It’s alright now.” His voice is the softest you have ever heard it and it’s the last thing you hear before you fall into the deepest and most peaceful sleep you’ve had in a long time.  In fact, you think it’s the best sleep you have ever gotten in your entire life and it turns out to be the same for Aaron.  

Aaron ended up falling asleep shortly after you did and he thinks it’s because he was holding you as you clung to him.  You being so close and the way both of your scents completely relaxed the other was enough to shut both of you off for the entire night.  And if Aaron happened to place a few soft little kisses on your forehead right before he fell asleep, well then that only added to the safeness he made you feel even if you didn’t know it because you were already off in dreamland.

#aaron hotchner #hotch #aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner x gn!reader #aaron hotchner x gender neutral reader #aaron hotchner x you #hotch x reader #hotch x gn!reader #hotch x gender neutral reader #hotch x you #aaron hotchner fluff #hotch fluff #mon posts🩷

[aeaean--bliss]

maybe

summary: you and Tangerine haven't spoken in almost a year. now you've been ditched, and he's picking you up.

pairing: tangerine x reader

word count: 1.9k

warnings/tags: a tense ass car ride. swearing, tension, arguing, excessive rudeness, pining

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a/n: this was not the fic i intended to write or finish or upload:))) but here it is

He’ll be up. He owes you one, anyway. And it’s not like he sleeps. 

Plus, it’s you.

You did think it would take him longer to get here, though. It’s not like he lives nearby. Hasn’t even been ten minutes since the three dots popped up on your screen, followed immediately by the “omw” that your eyes have been glued to ever since. 

You should have just walked home. Bit the bullet, and walked the hour and a half trek back to yours. But it’s getting dark, you’ve barely slept, and your ankles are already starting to ache, just from the five minute walk down the block and back again.

He doesn’t get out when he pulls up; doesn’t even roll down the window or turn his head to look in your direction. Just leans back, one hand on the wheel, one elbow resting against the car window. The chain hanging off his wrist gleams in the light of a streetlight a couple of metres away. It’s one of the only things you can focus your eyes on as you stalk towards the car.

The slam of the car door rings in the night. The car is dead silent; no radio on, no phone call over bluetooth, no nothing. It’s never been this quiet.

The engine purrs gently. It’s strange. He’s sat right next to you, but he might as well be on the other side of the world. He hasn’t even asked for your address.

“The fuck you doin’ out here?”

His voice sounds strange. Maybe it’s the silence. Makes it sound almost distorted. Maybe it’s ‘cause you haven’t heard his actual voice in months. Maybe you forgot what it sounds like. Maybe it’s the hint of concern in his voice. 

No - that can’t be right. This is the same guy who told you to “walk it off” when you got your femur shattered by some dickhead with a golf club. 

“Just some guy,” you mumble. If there was one place you didn’t want to get ditched, it was here. Your phone’s nearly dead, and you don’t really know your way back to the main road. But he can’t possibly know that. Right? All you sent him was your location.

“Boyfriend?”

“What’s it to you?”

“Jesus, darlin’, no need to bite my head off.”

Maybe you’ve come in a bit too amped. Nevermind the fact that the last time you saw him, he blew your cover to help his own; he’s come to pick you up out in the middle of nowhere at eleven p.m., no complaints, and he’s not said anything out of order yet. You’ve come to think Tan’s the type of guy you gotta judge on an encounter by encounter basis. Maybe you shouldn’t, but it makes it easier.

“Not anymore, I guess.”

He grunts - there’s no other word for it - and brings a hand up to smooth down his moustache.

“Forgive me, darlin’, but you don’t sound very upset.”

“Yeah, well, I’m not exactly flowing over with love for the guy.”

“You really know how to fuckin’ pick ‘em, don’t ya,” he mutters. You glare. 

You’d think after having known him for - what, six, seven years? - you’d be used to his bite by now. Maybe it’s just tonight. You’re in a weird mood. If he calls you sensitive, you might actually start to cry.

“Probably better off then, ain’t ya, if he’s left ya to hang about outside by yourself an’ all.”

He must have clocked that you’re a bit off tonight. It comes out as an afterthought, barely audible above the soft purr of the engine.

“What you goin’ out with a prick like that for, anyway?”

“S’not like anyone else wants me.”

Everything gets heavy, then. In your peripheral vision, you try not to notice the way his knuckles tighten around the wheel, or the way his jaw tenses just the slightest bit. He doesn’t respond. You didn’t think he would. You’re in a torturing mood. Just want to poke and prod at the wound for a bit and see what happens. Because he says you know how to pick ‘em, but won’t let you pick him. Even if you both know he wants to be picked.

After about ten minutes of ear deafening silence, he clears his throat quietly. 

“Still workin’ down the bank?”

You hum, non-committedly. You can’t tell if you’re happy or sad that he’s stopped pushing for more on this other guy. Odds are, he’d be in the papers tomorrow for all the wrong reasons. You’ve got goosebumps from the cold. They itch a bit. Maybe waiting outside wasn’t the best idea, but it’s better than hanging around inside like some loner. Maybe you were just eager to see him.

You see him less now that you’ve gone civilian. Five bullet wounds and a back injury will do that to a person. It’s been around seven months since you last had anything to do with him. Seven months since you quit. The last message from him on your phone is from nine months ago. It says, “give me back my tie.” You didn’t respond. 

More than anything, you’re tired. And bored.

You never told him you worked at a bank.

“Might get back into liquidation. Lemon says he knows a guy.”

It’s a lie. You don’t want to get back in, and Lemon wouldn’t help you even if you did. Doesn’t mean you don’t hate your life the way it is right now.

“Nah, you wouldn’t survive out there, darlin’,” he mutters, little finger flicking up to switch on the indicators. “Times have changed. Good thing like you? They’d tear ya apart, I mean, look at ya.”

You can’t tell if he means it. Can’t tell if it means something. It hurts more than you think it does. It’s also kinda backhanded, even if it is a lie.

Flecks of rain have begun to spatter the windshield, their outlines illuminated by each passing streetlight. You’re seething. The type of thing where you can literally smell it off someone. You want him to mean it. But he probably doesn’t. And even if he does, he’s not gonna do anything about it.

“D’you even know where you’re going? You don’t have an address.”

“You think I don’t know where you live? Give me some credit.”

You never gave him your address.

“I’m not going to mine.”

He frowns, then, lips twitching like he wants to say something, like he’s getting ready to speak but hasn’t decided on the words yet. You can almost hear the sound of him blinking, like a cartoon. He looks kinda funny when he’s frustrated, like a muppet with a big, bushy moustache.

The hand comes out to gesture a “what the fuck” before he even speaks, almost in slow motion, like the thought is loading.

“Well, why the fuck didn’t you say somethin’ before I-”

“You didn’t fuckin’ ask, mate,” you groan, “Literally didn’t even fuckin’ say anything until-”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know where the fuck-”

“I didn’t ask you to know, I was gonna fuckin’ tell you.”

“Takin’ your sweet fuckin’ time, ain’t ya!”

“Would you relax, it’s not like you’ve gone the wrong way, I would have-”

“You know,” he cuts in, pointing his index finger accusatorily at you, “you’re a lot easier to deal with when you shut the fuck up.”

You shove his hand away. He’s not making sense.

“Fuck you.”

Green becomes amber becomes red light, shining through the watery sheen of the windshield and hitting his skin like a coloured lens. Without the grumble of the engine, you can almost hear him breathe. It grounds you. Reminds you he’s a real human being. Sometimes he’s such a caricature that you forget. 

When he speaks next, his voice is uncharacteristically light, and void of aggression.

“Thinkin’ of gettin’ a new suit.”

It’s so dumb. It’s so. dumb. And no one cares. But it’s his attempt at normalcy, and it’s a hell of an olive branch, even if it does give you whiplash. You don’t even know what to say to that. What are you supposed to say to that? 

Go get one, then. You don’t want to pick another fight. You’ve already got steam coming out of your ears from the last one. But it’s not like he’s broke, or doesn’t know where to get one. He’s trying, he’s really trying to make conversation, so you voice - quietly - the only thought that comes to mind.

“I like your blue one. Not the… the dark blue one.”

“Not the dark blue one?”

“No, I mean, the dark blue one.”

And then, completely out of character, in a moment of absolute weakness;

“I’m going to Italy next week for a conference. Maybe you could… come with? Maybe get something…”

“Yeah, well, I ain’t got the time for that, do I.”

Shot down.

“Fine. Forget I said anything.”

He inhales deeply, like he’s either about to explode or implode. To your relief, he exhales slowly, a hand coming up to scratch at his stubble.

“Where you goin’, anyway?”

“A friend’s,” you mutter, pulling at the hems of your sleeves.

“Yeah, but where’d they live? I gotta drop you somewhere, right?”

“Just… The Square is fine.”

“No chance. Are you fuckin’ dense?”

“Jesus Christ, fine,” you huff, grabbing his phone from the cup holder so you can plug in the address. But it’s fucking locked. You don’t know why you thought it wouldn’t be. You click the power button a couple of times before shoving it into his lap. “Unlock it, then. Jesus.”

He mutters something you can’t hear, and tosses it back in your general direction. It almost ricochets off the arm rest. 

The audio assistant on google maps pipes up every thirty seconds. Other than that, it’s quiet. He’s always so unnecessarily tense. It gets to you. All you do is argue. But it’s not like you hate each other. Is it? If he did, he wouldn’t have come to pick you up. If you did, you wouldn’t have asked him.

The car slows to a halt. He lets out a long, loud sigh, and drums his fingers against the wheel. Then he stops, and turns to look at you for the first time since you got in. 

“For what it’s worth, I really am sorry, darlin’.”

“Thanks for the lift.”

You’ve dipped before he can get another word out. It smells like rain on tarmac, like sweat and humidity, like headache and sleep. Just before you slam the door shut, he leans over the passenger seat. 

“Wait, wait.”

You jerk forward and pull the door back open mid-swing. You glare. 

“What.”

“If you ever need somewhere to go, I’ve, uh… I’ve got a nice flat. Just up…”

You almost want to let yourself fall for it. Just for fun. His eyes are so serious it almost makes you laugh. You’ve never known him to be serious about anything. But you can’t stop the belittling scoff that leaves your lips before it’s too late.

You miss the way his eyes stay on you as you head up the steps and hit the buzzer. He stays parked outside for a good while after you’ve got in. 

Maybe one day he’ll get up and walk after you. 

Maybe.

© @aeaean–bliss​; please do not copy, repost or translate any of my works. 

#tangerine x reader #tangerine x y/n #tangerine x you #tangerine fan fiction #bullet train #tangerine #bullet train fan fiction #maybe #aeaean bliss

[pagannatural]

1.19

Provenance

-the episode where they come so close to talking about Sam’s fat crush on Dean that I almost choked the first time I saw it

part I

-Sam beckons Dean away from his conversation with a woman at the bar. Like he flags him down and Dean is like Ope sorry lady my little brother who I spend every waking moment with needs to talk to me right now, no it can’t wait yeah I just do whatever he wants at all hours.

-Dean offers to try setting Sam up and Sam says he can get his own dates.

Dean says You could but you don’t. A rare moment of Dean plainly acknowledging that Sam could get it.

Sam’s expression is so hesitant. Dean says “nothing” but looks worried. Sam changes the subject back like he doesn’t actually want to talk about it. Usually Sam is vocal and pushes Dean to talk, but on this topic it’s the opposite.

Purely a theory but they’re both acting like this issue has come up before, like Oh it’s this again. And by before I mean way back before Stanford, this issue of Why isn’t Sam interested in anyone. The way Dean kind of mutters to himself passive aggressively and the way Sam answers but just moves on, the way he seems more needy in the first half of this episode.

-Dean’s eyes wander and Sam gets his attention again. His tone is less irritated and more puppyish and insistent. Dean says the case can wait until first thing and goes back to talk to the bar women and Sam calls after him forlornly.

His expression KILLS me. He wants Dean’s attention soso bad. He smiles after this though, because he loves Dean and finds him endearing.

-Sam lies artfully to the auction house guy. Dean tries to order champagne from him and calls him chuckles. Dean is good at defying authority by confronting, ridiculing, and fighting it.

-Sam says he took an art history course to meet girls and I believe him. He probably really wanted to meet someone to get his mind off of Dean.

-Dean asks Sam to call Sarah. It’s like he recognizes this puppy version of Sam and knows whatever he does doesn’t seem to help, so he’s trying to supply him with the one thing he really can’t do himself. He’s always controlling about Sam’s sex life but this time it’s coming from concern. And probably his own guilt, like he’s trying to repair something.

-Sarah asks Sam why he hasn’t been dating and he looks troubled, doesn’t answer. Next scene is Dean sharpening a knife.

Knives are symbolic of masculinity and of separation, of cutting things away. They’re often suggestive of the risk of being seduced by a man or of being penetrated.

As Dean sharpens his knife, he hedges around asking Sam if he slept with her, trying to keep it casual.

He doesn’t look casual. He only puts the knife aside when Sam changes the subject to the case. It makes the conversation feel sexually charged. Dean is also trying to give Sam some separation by pushing him toward Sarah, and it’s not working. He’s dangerous, to Sam, who’s trying to resist him.

-Sam is not happy about Dean pretending to forget his wallet to try and set him up with Sarah. He looks at Dean like he’s let him down, like he can’t believe what he’s hearing, like he really doesn’t like this.

He looks at Sarah, a very pretty art dealer, like she’s a bucket of slugs on his clean floor.

And he’s facing Dean, with his shoulder to her, until Dean physically leaves. He doesn’t blush or act embarrassed or anything when Dean pushes him toward her, he just seems uninterested and offended that Dean isn’t listening to him.

#samdean #supernatural #spn meta #spn 1x19 #I’m including too many images so this post has to be two parts sorry #wincest

[twisted-lover-boys]

hihi! Wondering if u can do hcs with vice dormleaders with a kitsune partner? Ty if u do this req !! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

Vice Dorm Leaders With A Kitsune Boyfriend

{not proof-read}

Of course!

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Trey never thought he’d meet a kitsune but there’s always a first for everything right? What truly surprised him is that he developed a romantic relationship with you

Your tails are such a pretty color and they’re so soft. If you ask, he will gladly brush them for you

There have been times where Trey was so stressed out that he just placed himself on your tails and slept for an hour or two

Your fox laugh genuinely scared him the first time he heard it but now considers it a calming white noise and loves when you laugh

He knows that you have a tendency to be sneaky and play pranks on unsuspecting students. So long as you don’t go too far, he doesn’t mind

Just because he doesn’t mind doesn’t mean that others don’t. He usually has to get you out of trouble through bargaining or using Doodle Suit

Don’t think you’re safe yet. Trey told you not to go too far and you did so no dessert after dinner!

All of Trey’s worries and stresses just melt away when he’s with you. You have a calming aura about you despite your cheekiness. He loves it

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Ruggie hasn’t really met a lot of people outside of the slums and his dorm mates so when he saw a kitsune, he was surprised to say the least. He couldn’t even believe himself when he started dating you

Your tails are so fluffy! He just wants to bury himself in them for a while just to get a break and if you ask him to brush them, he will be extra careful with them

Speaking of, he has actually slept on your tails before. Wether on accident or on purpose is still up for debate

Ruggie wasn’t actually bothered by your fox laugh considering he has that hyena laugh…but when people hear you laugh together for the first time, it’s horrifying

Ruggie knows that you can be sneaky at times just like him and he loves just snooping around with you. Your pranks are another story. Yeah they’re funny but just don’t go too far and don’t get caught

When you do get caught, Ruggie is already there doing negotiations and using Laugh With Me in case the other students become too much

Even after you’re both safe, he will scold you like a concerned mother. Well, since you got caught, he’ll just have to teach you how to make a quick getaway if you get seen

Ruggie is a stressed out little hyena just trying to survive in the world. After all of his hard work, he loves that he can just relax with you and forget about his worries with the man he loves

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Jade knows that there’s many types of creatures on the surface and seeing a kitsune among them was a pleasant surprise. He just never imagined he’d be able to make you his boyfriend

Your tails are such beautiful colors and they compliment your style very well. When brushing them, he takes extra care to not hurt you

He absolutely will not admit it but he has fallen asleep on your tails before when his work had become too much. They’re just so soft!

He was admittedly surprised when he heard your fox laugh but immediately started laughing along. He just found it amusing

He thinks it’s cute how sneaky you are. He’s always able to tell when you’re about to strike next. So long as it’s not during work hours or in Mostro Lounge, you won’t be in trouble

Of course he should’ve expected you to get in trouble with other students and he’s more than willing to get out of trouble. He’s very persuasive…

Just because he saved you doesn’t mean you’re out of the woods just yet. He has no problem in using Shock The Heart to find out the truth as to why the students perused you. Depending on your answer, you either get a free dessert or dish duty

Jade truly does love you and it shows in his actions. You bring some much needed calmness and chaos into his rather boring life

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Jamil has met a lot of people because of his connection to the Asim family but a kitsune was new to him. He just didn’t expect for you to become his boyfriend

He knows that you hold your tails to a high standard and of course he’s gentle when you ask him to brush. They’re so beautiful and colorful he doesn’t want them to grow dull

He will never admit this to anyone but he has fallen asleep on your tails before when he was super stressed. Of course you knew and told other students who wanted to bother him to be quiet

He physically jumped when he hears you laugh. It had to take a while in order for him to get used to it but now it’s just white noise

He knows how sneaky you can be and always is able to stop your pranks against him or Kalim. So long as no one gets hurt and he doesn’t have to clean up after you, he’s fine

The rare times he does get you out of trouble though, he’s already pulling out Snake Charmer to force them away if they don’t want to play nice

You’re not out of the woods just yet. He’s already scolding you like a concerned mother and assigning your chores to do around Scarabia as punishment

Nevertheless, even if you give him extra wrinkles or you help soothe his weary mind, he will always love you

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Rook has met a lot of people in his lifetime so he might’ve seen a kitsune, or he may have not. Dating one was the surprise for him

He always takes extra care of your tails and is always careful when brushing if you ask him to. Always complimenting their sheen and “glowing” colors

Rook finds himself somewhat relaxing around you. He’s still alert about his surroundings and would never truly let himself sleep but finds himself winding down with you

He wasn’t scared or surprised about your fox laugh as he actually enjoyed its unique sound. In fact, when he first heard it, he blushed.

No matter how hard you try, you cannot be sneakier than Rook. You both know when the other is around but he just manages to slip your heightened senses. Your pranks never work on him but he knows you enjoy them so he doesn’t bother you

He knows when and where you get in trouble thanks to I See You and can easily frighten the students away from you

He’s not much of a scolder but he will tell you to not get in trouble as the students that chased you could’ve physically harmed you and hurt your beauty

Rook is a love sick puppy for you. You truly out bring the meaning of beauty for him by just being yourself and he couldn’t be more happier with you

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Lilia is old so he’s met kitsunes before but he’s never gotten with one before. You were his first kitsune boyfriend and he’s honestly happy about that

It may seem like a bad idea to trust Lilia with your tails but he is so careful, gently ghosting your tails with the brush yet getting all the loose hairs and tangles out. How he does it is beyond you

He has probably slept on your tails before but you probably wouldn’t know. He’s very sneaky about it and the slightest movement from you can wake him up

Lilia loves your fox laugh. It’s just hits something in the back of his mind just right that he can’t help but swoon and laugh with you

You absolutely perform pranks together and they are so chaotic Diasomnia can’t catch a break. Paired with both of your sneakiness, you’re both menaces

Lilia knows that you can get in trouble more than him because of your fox-like nature but he always gets you out, thanks to his position and title

Lilia will lightly scold you for getting caught and will teach you how to run away faster or sneak away without getting caught he’s not helping—

Lilia is so in love with you and it shows. He’s so gentle and careful with you it would look like you’ve been with each other for years

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[trashpandato]

Vigilante

“This is the third Cadmus associate this month,” Alex says, frowning as she looks at the screen in front of her.

“I know.”

Kara is standing next to her sister. They’re reading the police report that Maggie sent over. It’s the third time someone has handcuffed a known member of Cadmus to a police cruiser while the patrol officers were inside a coffee shop on their break. The first two had already been on the DEO’s radar, but the third person’s connection to the terrorist group was unclear until Winn did some more digging and found a financial link.

“Clearly, someone has better intel than we do.”

Alex is unhappy about it. Sure, it’s good to get these guys off the streets, and without using any DEO resources to boot, but Kara knows her sister doesn’t like being in the dark about who might be behind these citizen arrests.

Kara bumps her shoulder against Alex. “We’ll get to the bottom of it. I promise.”

Alex nods but doesn’t look convinced.

The tension at the DEO spikes a couple of weeks later when not one but two people are found, this time handcuffed to NCPD’s front doors. Winn tries to find footage of the moment it happened from nearby security cameras, but he has to tell Alex that the cameras were not only disabled but any view of the front door area would have been obscured by a cloaking device he retrieved from a small ledge on the building itself.

“Clearly, whoever is doing this is not only way ahead of us, but they know their way around technology the DEO hasn’t even heard of yet.”

Alex is frustrated, and J’onn is concerned.

“We don’t know what Cadmus will do now that someone is picking off their members one by one,” he says. “It’s a provocation. They could retaliate.”

Kara agrees. Whoever is doing this is playing with fire. She’s worried about the city, worried that Cadmus might unleash one of their signature large-scale attacks in order to scare off this vigilante. She knows what Cadmus is capable of. Kara shudders as she remembers her last encounter with them, when she was kidnapped and forced by Lillian Luthor to blow out her powers and then had her blood drawn against her will.

She’s also worried about Lena.

Kara knows from past interactions that anytime Cadmus strikes, Lena is usually in the crosshairs somehow. Either as bait, or as a human shield, or simply because Lena is nearby, trying to foil her mother’s latest plans to do harm. She decides to pay Lena a visit to warn her.

When she lands on Lena’s balcony at L-Corp, she finds her hunched over at her desk. Kara can see the tense set to her shoulders, and when Lena turns around to greet her, it’s clear that she’s tired, like she hasn’t slept properly in weeks.

“Supergirl, to what do I owe the visit?”

Kara wants to ask how she’s doing, why she’s still at the office this late, wants to drag her home, cook her a real meal and force her to sleep. But she’s here on official business, not as a friend.

“I’m here to give you a heads up that Cadmus might be planning something.”

Lena tilts her head to the side, eyebrow raised. “Oh really? And what might that be?”

“We don’t know for sure. We just know that someone has been undermining the organization for weeks, making sure members have been arrested. We think Cadmus is going to retaliate soon.”

“I see,” Lena says, but she turns around and walks over to the small bar in her office and pours herself a drink. “And why are you telling me this, Supergirl? Do you think I know what my mother might be up to? That I’m involved somehow?”

When Lena turns around to face her, her gaze is hard and piercing.

“No,” Kara holds up her hands, palms out. “Not at all. I just, I’m worried. They’re dangerous and you’ve been hurt by them before.”

Lena’s features soften. “So have you.”

“I know, but I’m, well, I can take care of myself. I just wanted to tell you to be careful.”

Lena nods, but turns back to her desk. “I’ll take that under advisement. Is that all?”

Kara swallows. “Yes. That’s all.”

“Alright. Thank you for the heads up, Supergirl.”

The visit leaves a bad taste in Kara’s mouth. Something about how closed off Lena seemed doesn’t sit right. Over the next few days, she decides to keep an eye on her, and it’s during one of those unscheduled patrols when she hones in on Lena’s heartbeat. It’s too fast, too full of panic. Kara follows the sound in a flash and finds her in an empty warehouse near the port. Or at least Kara thinks it’s Lena, because the figure in front of her looks nothing like the Lena Luthor she knows. She’s clad black tactical gear, a mask obscuring her face, and she’s currently engaged in honest-to-god hand-to-hand combat with none other than Lillian Luthor.

Kara lands in the warehouse and her arrival throws Lena off. She turns toward the noise and Lillian takes advantage: she grabs a metal pipe from a nearby table and swings it at Lena’s head. The hit sends Lena stumbling backwards, and that’s when Kara puts an end to the scene playing out in front of her. Using her super speed, she incapacitates Lillian and calls Alex for backup.

Then she rushes over to Lena, who has taken off her mask and is hunched over and a little unsteady. Kara holds her up with a firm hand against Lena’s elbow and forearm.

“You. It’s been you all along.”

Lena doesn’t respond, just presses the sleeve of her shirt against her temple to stop the flow of blood from a cut on her head.

“Why?”

Finally, Lena looks up. “Because I was the only one with the inside information to bring them down.”

“You could have come to us. To me. We would have helped.”

But Lena shakes her head and freezes Kara in place with a firm look. “I couldn’t let her hurt you again.”

Kara swallows hard. She can hear the telltale signs of DEO vans approaching. She gives Lena’s arm a quick squeeze.

“Are you okay to get out of here? The cavalry is going to be here any second now. It’s probably better if they don’t find you here.”

Lena draws her eyebrows together in a confused frown, and Kara squeezes her arm one more time.

“You protect me, I protect you. I’ll take care of this,” Kara turns to nod at where Lillian is sitting slumped over in a chair. “No one needs to know it was you. Go and take care of your head, okay?”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Lena nods and scrambles towards the back entrance to the warehouse, out of sight just in time before the first DEO agents come barging in. Kara vows to swing by Lena’s place later with some ice cream and several of her patented Kara Danvers hugs to make sure Lena knows she’s not alone, that she’ll always have her back. Just like Lena always has hers.

#supercorp #kara x lena #supercorptober2023 #supercorptober

[vic-draws-sometimes]

Five times Gaz pinned hard for his captain and one time he got what he wanted. 

Not exactly ''pining hard'' but kinda too

The first time Kyle saw John Price and not just a brave captain was in a dark but noisy plane. It was a simple touch, Price probably did it as an automatism.   They had worked a handful of times already, always talked strictly business. Gaz liked it that way, less of a risk of grieving once shit hit the fan. Still, he felt a lot of admiration for Price.   He was tired as fuck in that plane, the few last days really taking a toll on his body. His bed now abandoned for a week entirely. He slept either in barracks (he still hasn’t visited the main base Price works from, where he’ll get his own quarters) or on the ground where he could take a break.   '’Almost over.’’ Kyle was brought out of his reveries by the gruff voice of Price. The older man was sitting beside him, looking at him. He brought his hand to Kyle’s nape and squeezed it affectionately. It was nothing, really. But for some reason the warmth brought by his hand spread throughout his entire body, and he was suddenly exhausted.   ‘’Sleep, I’ll wake you when we get there.’’ Kyle hesitated. Not that he didn’t trust the man, but he didn’t want to seem weak. But in the end, he was already nodding off, so he simply put his cap over his eyes and slept for the next hour.  

A week later, they finally got to Price’s main base, where Gaz would spend most of his free time from now on. It didn’t matter to him. The last few years he’d have the easy life, even getting an apartment. It had killed him to stay there, knowing he could do so much more.   He didn’t get to relax much the first two days he was there. Reports needed to be made, and as much as he hated doing them, he knew Price had much more than him to fill out.   It’s two days in, when he was almost done and back from a shower, that Price came knocking at his door.   ‘’Hi, sir. What brings you here?’’ Price was big, filling up the frame of his door, looking somewhat awkward as he entered the small room. There was a single bed, a locker and a flimsy desk with an uncomfortable chair.   ‘’Just coming to check up on you. How’re doing here?’’ He looked around, not quite impressed with the space. He was making Gaz a bit self-conscious.    ‘’I’m doing fine, sir, thank you.’’ At that, Price looked at him, suspicious. He motioned to the bed while he took seat, the wooden chair creaking under his weight.    ‘’C’mon, you can talk to me. I know it’s not an ideal situation, changing team and base even.’’ He said, joining his hands together. Kyle was sitting up straight on the hard mattress. ‘’I knew what I was getting into, sir. I’m fine reall-’’ Price held up a hand to cut him off.   ‘’We’re not talking as captain and sergeant, here. Drop the sir. I know it was your choice. You still have the right to be uncomfortable, and if you need some additional time off or bigger quarters, I can arrange it.’’ This felt weird. Like he was being treated as an equal.   Actually... He *was* being treated as an equal. Since they first met, too. Price was always asking for his opinion and ideas, guiding him rather than barking out orders.   ‘’You’re okay, Garrick?’’ Kyle looked at Price, surprised. Price was looking at him... Concerned. He wasn’t just another soldier to be sacrificed.   ‘’Yeah.’’ Kyle cleared his throat, looking away. ‘’Thank you, Price. I’ll tell you if I need anything.’’ This must've been what he wanted to hear, because Price smiled warmly at him and straighten his back. Kyle couldn’t help but smile too.   ‘’Alright. Soap’s gonna get here tomorrow, we’re going out for drinks with him and a couple of sergeants, you’re welcome if you want to join. ‘’ Kyle nodded, his body relaxing. Price left after that, leaving him to finally rest.  

A couple of weeks passed by, and Gaz was getting well used to the new team. Soap, or MacTavish, became a friend the first time they met. For now, the TF141 would only consist of them and Ghost, the legend. The other officers on base weren’t any trouble, not minding a new face at all. From what he’d heard, groups of recruits or new privates would come in every couple of months to train.   That day, Gaz had files to file and a body to train. A short and easy day.   After about an hour in his training, as he was getting off a machine, he spotted Price at the bench press. He was looking around, probably for a spotter, and Kyle jumped at the opportunity. He trained with Soap and some other sergeants, but he never even saw Price in the gym. Even now, Price was wearing a sweater and some huge gym shorts.   He was staring to think Price was out of shape.   ‘’Hey, Gaz! Perfect timing.’’ Price said, as soon as he saw Gaz walk towards him.   ‘’Looking for a spotter, sir?’’ Gaz said, full of smiles. He never really dropped the ‘sir’, as asked, but his attitude did change. He was always more relaxed with Price than any other higher officers. He felt like he could tell him anything.   ‘’Sure am. I’ll spot you after.’’ Price was looking at the weights, and Gaz couldn’t help but wonder which one he’ll take. Probably can’t lift more than 150lb with how often he trains. It would match what he saw of Price’s body shape.   To his surprise, Price took out 250lb in total. He looked at the younger man with a naïve smile.   ‘’Should be a decent warm-up, don’t ya think? ‘’ Gaz could only nod in agreement. Usually, his warm-ups were 200lb.   Price took off his sweater and for a second Kyle thought he was reliving his teenage years. Why did the world enter slow-motion when Price lifted his shirt? Why were they sparkles where his form was visible?   Why did he suddenly want to be a bar of bench press being lifted so easily by Price? Why did he have this horny feeling anytime Price asked him to add some weights.   Gaz prides himself in being a strong man, physically but mostly mentally. After all, you need a damn strong mind to do this job. But training weights Price without getting an erection must be in his top 5 hardest missions.   Because while Price was silent when getting spotted, it’s different when the roles are reversed. He signs praises to Gaz, mixing casual conversation with praises and encouragement.   Kyle knew he was gay, but it’s never been a problem at his job before. And he never thought he had any kink, but here he was.   He started to regret working out with Price, as he stood under a cold shower to soothe his muscles. See, he tried to match Price’s weights. Yes, he’s a bit competitive, sue him.  He ran a hand on his nape, shivering as he remembered when Price squeezed it just as they parted ways.   Turns out he has a crush on his captain. It explains so much of the recent weeks. And now it’ll only get worse, because he’s aware of it.  

Many months later, Gaz thinks about this cold shower full of questions as he nurses a drink at the bar. They killed Hassan and after a week to recuperate they all joined together to celebrate. They almost all died. Gaz saw Price get shot right in front of him, he really thought it was the end back there.   He felt a familiar warm hand settle at his nape to squeeze once.   ‘’You’re okay?’’ Price was looking at him with his soft concerned eyes.  Kyle couldn’t help but smile dumbly at him. He can't help it, he’s just so happy to see him alive, even after a week.   ‘’You’re a wee bit drunk, heh?’’ he told him, laughing a bit with him.   ‘’No, sir. ‘’ Kyle tried to say seriously, but looking at how Price was smiling at him it didn’t work. ‘’M not drunk, sir. ‘M happy. ‘’   ‘’You sure are.’’ Gaz shook his head, getting his face closer to Price’s.   ‘’I was so scared to lose you, so I’m happy to see you. I was so so scared... ‘’  ‘’Garrick..’’   ‘’Call me Kyle, please?’’ Gaz was having a somewhat clear head as he looked directly into Price’s eyes. Price looked... Nervous.   ‘’Kyle... What are you trying to do?’’ Gaz frowned a bit. What was he trying to do? He looked down at Price’s lips. Ah, that’s it.   But before he could do anything about it, Price pushed him away and stood up.   ‘’You’re drunk. Let’s get you home.’’ And as he usually does, Gaz followed the order. He had the idea that maybe Price would kiss him once in private. But he really just put him to bed and left him alone.   And... Kyle was grateful.  

Weeks passed, again. They had a couple of intel missions to find Makarov, without much success. Price was tired, Kyle was too. They were all.   This time, Kyle was standing in front of the door to Price’s office. It was midnight and he could still hear his captain working. He knocked and entered with a cup of tea.   ‘’Garrick, you should be asleep.’’ He looked up from his computer, he was wearing a tiny pair of glasses.   ‘’I could say the same, sir. ‘’ He joined him behind the desk and gave him his cup. Price tried to reprimand with his eyes but couldn’t refuse the cup.  ‘’Losing sleep won’t bring him closer, you know.’’ Kyle said after a minute of silence.   ‘’Sounds like something I heard before.’’   ‘’A wise old man told me this, once.’’   ‘’Old?! I’m 38 you brat.’’ Kyle snickered at that, then leaned forwards to be closer to Price.   ‘’With how little you’re sleeping, you have the face of a 60-year-old man.’’   ‘’That’s not true.’’   ‘’No. But you should sleep more.’’ Price looked at him like he asked the impossible, a bit annoyed.   ‘’We’re worried about you. ‘’ He added, then gave price his kicked puppy eyes. Apparently, that worked super well, Soap said. ‘’Anytime you ask something and look pitiful he says yes! You should do it more often and see his limit!’’  '’Please?’’ Price looked at him annoyed, but Kyle could see him slowly giving in. He suddenly groaned and looked away.   ‘’Okay! I’m going to sleep. ‘’ He stood up, murmuring a ‘’demon...’’. Kyle looked at him longer, to which Price cocked a brow. ‘’Anything else, Garrick?’’ He was a bit emboldened, now. Price did act different towards him. And if he remembers correctly, he refused the kiss because he was drunk, last time.   ‘’Yes, actually...’’ He took a step forward to enter the older man’s personal space, already putting a hand on his shoulder.   ‘’Just... Just this once...’’ He was so close to his him, he could smell him. If he wasn’t so focused on his lips, he would nuzzle in his neck to smell him better. Kyle was euphoric, feeling Price’s breathe and beating heart, as if they were melting into each other. But right as he was closing the gap, Price diverged his head and hugged him instead. ''Give me some time, you're too fast.'' Kyle was disappointed, yes, but hopeful. He felt the same, he just needed to wait. So he hugged him close and breathed him in.

Kyle waited. He waited for a year, almost forgot about it but thankfully his heart kept reminding him. He lost hope a couple of times, wondering if it was simply a way to reject him without breaking his heart. Makarov was found and killed, not without casualties. Ghost almost burned alive, same for Soap. He himself was almost shot in the head. Price was captured once and tortured for a couple of hours before they could find him. It was a miracle that they were all alive. They took a month of break to all recover before they joined together to celebrate. A week into it, Price called Kyle, inviting him over to dinner. Both didn't drink much. They talked a bit then put on a movie to fill the silence. Kyle could feel that Price wanted to tell him something, but he gave him time. At the end of the movie, he felt the older man shift. When he looked at him, he cupped his face with his hands. ''I'm sorry it took so long. I'm a coward.'' And finally, their lips connected. It was soft, but confident, like everything Kyle hoped.

This would be a 100k slowburn if I was a writer, unfortunately this is the best I have to offer. You can imagine all the in between scenes of pinning (from both sides) and almost kissing by yourselves

I had a lot of detailed ideas for this but left it in my notes for a month so I forgot everything, so that's why it's a bit short

Also, again, I'm not a writer

#pricegaz

[igglemouse]

The new day crept through the windows, pulling Simón awake almost reluctantly, the weight of last night holding him down for just a moment. He groans, rubbing sleep from his eyes and seeing the form lain next to him.

"Ugh," he gaze down at her. She looked so peaceful, so content, and so without worry. It was a reminder for him of the many mornings they had shared like this. Happier times. Simpler times. Dangerous times.

He gives her a nudge, hoping to bring her into the new day gently. "Wake up," he says, just loud enough to get her to stir. Her eyes flutter open as if she had come from the sweetest of dreams, a smile parting her lips as she sees him. He wish she hadn't, it was going to make what he had to do that much harder. "You have something to do, right?"

"Yeaaa," she said, yawning, coming to her senses. The light that poured through the windows had told her that perhaps she had slept too late. "The stand ah-"

At that he starts to get up. Normally, this would cause her no alarm, but because his movements were performed with such urgency she had gotten the hint that something here was wrong.

"Simon, wait," her hand stopped him for just a moment and just for a moment he thought to throw his concerns aside, to have her again if only for just another kiss but what would that do? "Where are you going?"

"Work," he said, the grim tone in his voice told her the nature of this work. She opened her lips to protest. He knew what she would say. That what he did wasn't so bad, it was just selling, not like her father, who was a killer. That was always her excuse and he expected it. He was prepared for it even, for them to do the same dance they had done over and over again.

"You don't have to," she said instead. Surprising him and prepared to offer him something else, a new script. "A new life, remember? You can do whatever you want, something-"

"Frida," he breathed. Her plea was the last thing he wanted to hear as it was a harsh reminder that last night was a mistake. "You know as well as I do, there's only two ways out of the game I play..." and he didn't plan on dragging her along because that is what love was, right? Wanting what was best for the person you love and right now he was sure he was not what was best for her.

Why do I have the feeling that I might not see Simón again? I mean, that was the plan when I ran here, to leave all of the past behind but last night I was convinced that he is not just a part of my past but of my future.

Perhaps I was too forward or perhaps there's something more going on with him? I'm not sure but I should give him space, if that's what he needs, but I wonder if what I needed was him?

His departure makes my otherwise apple salad taste a little bland. I wish he was here, at least to share a meal with me and a few more laughs.

I'm not left to think too much about it as a knock at the door cuts through my day. It's Sara. I have a feeling that I will love and hate this woman at the same time, just a feeling! I actually welcome her right now because I do need to get my mind on something else.

Sara claims she was just passing by and wanted to say hello and besides, she had not yet visited my home and why not today? She asked how I was doing here in Oasis Springs and I tell her that so far better than expected. I leave out my somewhat confusing relationship status because I have a feeling she's fishing for information. I don't think she's doing so to be malicious but moreso she's just the gossiping type.

"Not many options for good mens here so I'm not surprised one hasn't latched on to you yet," she says, eventually steering the conversation to romance.

"Have you not had much luck?" I ask and I can tell by the face she makes that she hasn't.

Doubt colors her reply: "I don't know, I've never felt like I'm the prettiest girl-"

"Sara, you're amazing from what I know! I mean, just on appearances alone and you bring a really good energy?"

"Hmm, yeah," she's not convinced and I think while she wouldn't mind talking about my romantic life she doesn't want to dwell too much on hers. "How's your simlish coming along?"

"It's coming, I guess," I tell her but I'd really rather avoid speaking it if I can. Thankfully, Sara can speak Selvadoradian and so my conversations with her is always natural and easy. "I think the people understand me in the end and that is what matters."

"It does! Plus that accent you have is cute! I wish I had an accent but I was born here sooooooo maybe if I get a sultry accent I'll add to my magentism yeah?"

I laugh since she is joking, partly, I think? I've never thought of myself as sultry at least. "Just have more confidence in yourself Sara, any guy that isn't looking your way is a guy not worth it in the end."

The kitchen is a sanctuary for me and one I am happy to return to after Sara's visit. She has her own life to live and I have mines which is now filled with jalapeños and the scent of cheddar as I whip up my next meal. Jalapeño Cheddar Cornbread. This one is new to me but I've shown the ability to master new recipes and this one isn't too difficult. It'll be up to my customers to decide how much it is worth.

So today I've upped the prices, 75% mark up, and I expected that it might make things a little slower. After all, you do reach a point where someone looks at the price of a thing and has to sit and think a little too long before giving you their simoleons and you know what? 75% is not that point!

People were buying my dishes at the same rate as before which means I make a rather easy 615 today and while I'd like more that's more than enough! You know, it's been a real sharp increase other than one day. Maybe this cooking thing is my destiny?

Night has fallen and left me well tucked inside, content to settle indoors for a more quiet kind of night as I scour the web for more opportunities on my brand new laptop. My stand might have closed for today but not my ambition and I wonder if I should get another job? The thought of being a chef in a bustling restaurant appeals to me. I'd learn something, that is sure, and I'd make vital connections, but it would be a lot of work.

I imagine a future with children and I think the 'parents' that life had given me. A mama I've never known and a papa I wished I never had known and I know I can do better, that I can build a better legacy for them and that just might mean working two jobs...

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[chloe-skywalker]

Press Complications - Bucky Barnes

Bucky x fem!reader

Warnings: none I don't think

Word count: 837

Summary: Prompts “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.” “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. O always lived. And I did my fucking best to keep everyone else alive to.”

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“Where’s everyone?” Bucky asked as he entered the main living area of the Avengers compound. There were a decent amount of people missing.

“Don’t know Buck.” Steve answered with a shrug of his shoulders.

“Pepper said something about the press.” Same spoke from his spot at the breakfast bar, eating a sandwich.

“The press has been after Nat and Y/n for months but last night they called an emergency meeting for the two.” Bruce explained to the confused group. Nat had to leave in the middle of the night to talk so he seemed to be the only one who knew so far.

Before anyone could say anything else Pepper Pots emerged from the elevator.

“Pep?” Steve said as a question, noticing Pepper took notice of the conversation. Hoping she could give them more.

Pepper sighed before comfiring. “He’s right. It was a private meeting between Tony, Nat, Y/n and myself.”

“What happened?” Bucky asked concerned about his new family and the girl he has a crush on.

“The press went public with something about Y/n’s past that were very private and very cruel. I don’t think she slept at all last night.” Pepper told them, further explaining the situation.

“Fucking bastards.” Sam scoffed in digust at the lengths the noisy pricks would go to.

“Langue.” Steve mumbled out not wanting anyone but Sam to hear him and get teased again. He still hasn’t lived down the last time.

“Tony says their back.” Pepper stated looking up from her phone at their friends as they entered the room, exiting the elevator. “How’s it go?”

“The press just gets worse with time.” Natasha stated shaking her head angrily.

Tony sighed, walking over to the fridge and grabbing a drink before standing next to Pepper. “We cleared the air and everything is fine now publicly, but some things said during the press conference to Y/n/n. They were-”

“Uncalled for. Rude. Disrespectful. I could go on.” Nat interrupted, fuming with anger.

“You okay?” Sam asked, looking concerned towards his Y/h/c-ed friend.

“There was this one asshole who wanted me to apologize…” Y/n shook her head shrugging her shoulders up. Letting out a deep breath, before looking at everyone and continuing. “I will not apologize for surviving. I lived. I always live. And I did my fucking best to keep eveyron eelse alive to.”

Y/n hated how just hearing what the reporter had said made her feel. Hearing her past, about the people she couldn’t save. She was trying not to let it show but she didn’t know how much longer she could hold it together.

“You shouldn’t and you don’t.” Pepper stated firmly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll have him fired in a matter of minutes.” Tony stated with a proud dark smirk. He was protective of Y/n, very protective. That asshole was not keeping his job.

“Thanks Tony.” Y/n smiled at the billionaire, finding it a little funny but also appreciating it. “I’m gonna go take a nap, I’m too exhausted from everything.”

She sent a wave and a small smile before heading down the hall to her room. Leaving everyone to their own devices. But Bucky watched her go and kept his eyes on the hallway for a while after. He knew she wasn't as fine as she was showing. Because he knows her.

So after a while of giving her space Bucky headed towards her room, not wanting her to be alone for to long knowing how she was probably feeling. So he waited about 15 minutes before knocking on her bedroom door.

“Hey, doll.” Bucky spoke once she opened the door.

“Bucky.” Y/n smiled at him but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“I just wanted to say.” he shifted on his feet nervously. Bucky had had a crush on her for awhile, and everyone was pretty sure that Y/n felt the same way. But right now he was concerned about how she was feeling emotionally. Bucky knew what she needed to hear right now. “I think your perfect. Even with all your flaws, you’re nothing but perfect.”

Y/n’s smile grew, not much but enough for Bucky to know she appreciated his statement. “Thank you Bucky.” She responded blushing.

“Your welcome, Doll.” Bucky replied with a soft smile and tinted cheeks from blushing also.

“You want to come in and watch some movies? I really need a nap but I don’t want to be alone right now. I could put on a movie.” Y/n offered softly, having a crush on him and not knowing exactly if he felt the same she was nervous he’d reject her offer.

“Sure. Of course Y/n/n.” Bucky smiled softly. Once Y/n opened the door wider, letting Bucky enter. Once he took off his shoes the two Avengers with horrible pasts got cozy in her bed. Y/n turned on a movie, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep with the comfort of Bucky’s presence.

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[buglord-isaac]

Angst. The Ghost and Soap kind

Ghost, Soap, Price, and Gaz are out drinking together with some other soldiers to take a break from training and planning. Everyone except Ghost himself is aware of Soap’s crush on him. They start bragging about their love lives, and shoot the occasional playful insult at each other.

Soap says “how could the Ghost even get laid, when he won’t even take off his mask~”

And Ghost retaliates with “I feel sorry for anyone who’s dated you, Johnny. Whoever hasn’t has dodged a bullet.”

Everyone goes silent. It’s basically a rejection without Soap even asking him out, and it’s in front of the whole squad who knows about the massive feelings he has for Ghost. He blinks. He’s shocked and devastated.

He starts feeling so panicked and hurt that he gets nauseous, so he says a quick “I drank too much.” And leaves. He runs to the bathroom and throws up the contents of his stomach. He’s still in too much shock to cry. He goes to bed with a sore chest from the crushing realisations.

The next day, he’s barely slept, but he decides to go to the training area and punch things. He trains for hours, no breaks, because it’s the only thing that keeps his mind off what happened last night. He remembers all of it. He only takes a break when he physically can’t stand and falls onto the dirt on his knees. Ghost comes up behind him.

“Some intense training, Johnny.”

Soap doesn’t speak. His eyes flicker and he doesn’t even look up at Ghost.

“You’re aware your knuckles are bleeding?”

Soap gives a short nod, gets up, and walks away to rehydrate and patch up his hands. Ghost trails him. He’s already been watching him for a good half hour, and he continues to watch him eat, drink, and bandage.

“You’re usually a lot more talkative, Johnny. What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothin’.”

“You still feel sick?”

Ghost came closer to him but Soap moved away. “I’m fine, sir. I’m training, and I’d rather not be interrupted.”

He turns away, but Ghost narrows his eyes and grabs Soap’s wrist.

“What’s wrong?”

Soap clenches his jaw, his chest tightens in both anger and grief, neither of which he wants to show.

“Respectfully, sir, fuck off.”

This takes Ghost by surprise. He’s not used to being ordered around, and especially not used to being told to Fuck Off. he doesn’t take well to it.

“Alright then, Sergeant. If you want to train so bad, fight me.”

Soap says nothing, so Ghost leans in and speaks in a deep and threatening voice. “That’s a Fucking Order, Soap.”

Ghost turns Soap around and shoves him backwards. Soap is straight faced because he’s so focused on just not *crying* in front of Ghost.

“I really don’t want to, sir… I want to be alone.”

“Since fucken when, Soap?”

“Today.”

Ghost growls, grabs the back of Soap’s neck, and bends him down a bit as a form of dominance. “I’m taking you to the infirmary. You’re sick.”

Soap, enraged, punches Ghost in the stomach. It’s blocked by his light armoured clothes, but Ghost takes it as an acceptance for them to spar together. He’s angry, so he’s not gentle. He throws Soap forward, then as he gets his footing again Ghost punches him square in the face.

Soap’s lip splits and bleeds down his chin. This is all too much for him. His legs give way and he falls to a kneeling position on the ground, and cries. He covers his eyes with his bandaged hands and sobs into them.

Ghost snaps out of his anger and looks insanely concerned. Soap had never cried before, not in anyone’s presence at least. Now he was crying over a split lip?

“Johnny…?”

“Fuck off, Ghost! Just fuck off!”

Gaz hears the commotion and runs over. He seems equally as shocked to see Soap crying, but he at least understands why. He grabs Ghost’s shoulder and pulls him away.

“You imbecile, what did you do!?”

“I thought he wanted to train…”

“My god you’re such a fool. Remember what you said last night??”

“I said an uncharacteristically large amount last night. Be specific.”

“My fucking god. He’s in love with you, Ghost. And you said not dating him was dodging a bullet.”

Ghost blinks. Within a half second, he’s nonverbal. Gaz leaves and helps a still sobbing Soap to the infirmary to get his lip stitched up.

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[atmilliways]

Wrong On The Money (4-5)

parts 4 & 5 of ?? | 863 words | Teen+

Blackmail fic on Ao3 | on tumblr

Summary:

Eddie hasn’t slept more than a couple hours at a time for days, simply because he doesn’t have time. He’s picked up a part time job at Thatcher Tire after school and weekends, and when he isn’t there or dozing through his classes at good ol’ Hawkins High he’s making drops all over town.  It’s just enough to make up for his uncle not being able to work right now, but barely.

4.

Eddie hasn’t slept more than a couple hours at a time for days, simply because he doesn’t have time. He’s picked up a part time job at Thatcher Tire after school and weekends, and when he isn’t there or dozing through his classes at good ol’ Hawkins High he’s making drops all over town. 

It’s just enough to make up for his uncle not being able to work right now, but barely. 

And dear god, does he need a fucking break. It’s stupid, and irresponsible, and he absolutely lied to Wayne about where he was headed tonight, but he needs to let off some steam. 

He’s wound up tight as a spring as he pulls up by the club, and sees Steve fucking Harrington going inside. It’s definitely him, too; Eddie peers in the windows of a nearby burgundy BMW he recognizes from around Hawkins. There's a gym bag in the back seat with HARRINGTON written on it, clear as day. 

The spring winches even tighter, until something goes twang. 

Because he can’t go in now. How could he possibly go in now, and share stagnant air with King Steve? Admittedly not the worst of the bullies on campus before graduating last year, but everyone had heard about what he’d called Jonathan Byers the winter semester of ‘83. So a hypocrite, at the very least—a freak in wolf’s clothing. 

(And god, the clothing. The way the sleeves of his tight t-shirt cling to his biceps. His ass in dark jeans. His signature hair starting to get a little long in the back, as though he’s been foregoing haircuts lately, still big and swoopy like a cartoon character but in a more tousled way than he’d worn it in school—)

All of it makes Eddie’s blood pop and fizz in his veins, on top of everything else right now. . . . Then Eddie has an idea. Eddie has a wonderful, awful idea.

5.

Over the course of several hours of waiting, Eddie comes to a conclusion that he doesn’t like, but . . . desperate times. It’s only been a few months and he’s already fraying at the edges. What happens when Wayne gets worse? When Wayne. . . ?

No. Nope, he’s not going to think about it, because if he thinks about it right now then he’s going to have a breakdown on the hood of Harrington’s fucking car. Instead, he works his way through an entire pack of cigarettes while talking himself in and out of the gradually forming plan by turns. 

And he happens to be talked into it when Harrington comes out of the club, sweaty and pretty and careless as you please, strolling up to the car like it’s no big deal. 

Eddie breathes out smoke and stops grinding his teeth long enough to say, “Hey, man. What’s a nice boy like you doing in a place like this, huh?”

“I was just leaving, actually,” Harrington says, eyeing him as though trying to decide what he wants without actually having to ask. Wary, but not terribly concerned. 

Which is just such a fucking insult. (But why wouldn’t it be? Even as hot as he is, even if he swings the right way, it’s not like Eddie had a shot with someone like this. It’s not like he’s about to torpedo anything.) Eddie has dirt on him now—even if it’s all terrible societal crap and pressure and bullshit, there’s no point in not calling a spade a spade. But the thing is. . . .

The thing is, everyone knows the Harringtons are loaded. They can afford to save a man’s life. If Eddie squints at it just right, what he’s about to do is basically tricking King Steve into good karma. 

“Yeah, I should probably head out too,” Eddie says with forced casualness. “Say, does your girlfriend know you’re out here?”

“My what?”

Eddie’s lips tighten briefly around his cigarette. “You know, Robin? Bit of a motor mouth, about yea high—” he gestures with a flourish “—and usually attached to you at the hip outside of school hours?”

It takes longer than he expected for the reality of the blackmail to click, and even then, Harrington’s reaction is underwhelming. All Eddie gets is a slight rise of the eyebrows and a heavy sigh, almost no apparent anxiety. 

Fucking arrogant. Does this guy really think he’s that untouchable?

“Is there something you want?” Harrington asks flatly. 

And fine, there’s no point in not being direct. They’re not friends, and King Steve has always been an asshole who needs taking down a peg. 

“Yep.” Eddie ashes his cigarette just shy of hitting the car’s pristine paint job, then stands to go. “Woods behind the field, there’s a picnic table back there. You know it?”

Harrington gives a curt nod. 

“Great. Be there tomorrow after school.”

“I have work.”

“So? Call out sick, pretty boy, or Robin hears all about this little nighttime excursion.”

He doesn’t wait for anything else, turning away before his face has a chance to break into a grimace where Harrington can see. This is something he’s going to absolutely loathe himself for, but if it works? If it helps Wayne get better? Eddie can fucking live with that.

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[fryingpan1234567]

🎶drabble drabble drab-ble, drabble drabble drab-ble, it’s two in the mor-ning—🎶

they’ve consumed my brain. Timkon Thought™️

~ It’s no secret Tim Drake doesn’t like sleeping. Enough nights of insomnia, dream demons, and fear gas will do that to a person. But there are just some people who take it to a whole different level.

Tim goes to school during the day, works when he doesn’t have school, and patrols all night long— he’s known in the Batfam for staying out the latest of them all, often until the sun begins to rise and he has to go home to get ready for school. The only time he doesn’t do such a practice is when Conner visits, which fortunately is often, because Tim’s siblings get concerned when he hasn’t slept in over a week.

But still, even with Conner around, it’s a fight to get Tim to sleep at all. One almost nobody wins.

It’s late when Tim hears the living room window slide open, soft footfalls landing on the rug there. He’d be concerned, normally, if only for the fact that he’s already in his pajamas and would hate to have to fight without a mask, but he knows who it is. Maybe that person knows the sound of his heartbeat, but Tim knows the rhythm of his existence and no Kryptonian powers can match that.

Exactly as expected, Conner pokes the slightly cracked bedroom door open with the toe of his boot not long after. Tim was already in bed, but nowhere near sleeping. In fact, he had a near-full mug of the strongest coffee he could possibly brew sitting on the nightstand next to him, the laptop in his lap the only source of light in the room.

Having none of his boyfriend’s shit, Conner flicked the light on. Tim blinked hazily up at him.

“Hey,” he managed, slightly leaning forward and silently pleading for a kiss. Kon obliged, but flicked him in the forehead as he pulled away.

“Why’re you up?” he asked instead of answering the greeting. “It’s like two in the morning.”

“Uhh…” As Conner began stripping out of his patrol gear and unceremoniously dumping it all on the floor, Tim’s attention returned to the screen before him. “Couldn’t sleep.”

Conner threw a shoe at him. It bounced off Tim’s shoulder. He didn’t even look up.

Kon sighed in defeat. “Didn’t you just get back from patrol, though?”

“Mm. Just a minute ago. Nothing exciting.”

They both lapsed into silence, the only sound in the apartment being Krypto’s snoring in the corner of the bedroom and the clicking of Tim’s laptop keyboard. Finally, freshly ready for bed, Conner flipped the light back off, plopped down next to Tim, and promptly flopped over in front of him.

Tim peeked over the top of his screen.

“Uh… hi?”

“Sweetheart.” Conner’s voice is muffled from the blankets. “Put the computer away.”

Tim snorted, keeping his gaze on the work before him as he took a loud sip of his coffee. It was already cooling down, and cold coffee is nasty, so he drank more of it to avoid dealing with it.

“Sorry, love,” Tim said softly as he set the mug back down, poking at Kon with a socked foot. “I have too much to do. You should go to bed, though.”

Like a curious puppy, Conner suddenly popped up and peeked over the top of the screen for an upside-down view of what Tim was doing.

“Well, what do you have to do?” he asked rather pitifully. Tim smiled at him.

“I’ve got, uhh, two papers and a presentation for school, a stack of pitches to sign off plus schedule a board meeting later this week for Wayne Enterprises, and then… sixty-seven cases Oracle sent me to deal with, looks like.” Tim squinted at the painfully bright screen. “And… I’m pretty sure that says three hundred missed text messages, but I could be wrong.”

“Jesus Christ.” Conner flopped back down again. “Can you put it off for tomorrow? I want cuddles, Timmy. Cuddle your poor boyfriend for once.”

“Hey, I- I cuddle you lots,” Tim protested, typing away with ease. “Like, too much. Jason told me he’d shoot me if he caught us making out in the library again.”

Kon barked out a laugh, startling the dog awake. “That was a bit more than cuddling, though.”

Tim kicked him off the bed.

Just as Tim started to worry, Conner crawled back up into the bed, this time moving to his side. It took the time of him worming under the covers and getting sufficiently comfortable before he spoke again, looking up at Tim’s coolly illuminated face. He was pretty, like always, even when sleep deprived and bathed in blue light.

Kon’s sigh dragged Tim out of his trance, finally looking down to face him. An involuntarily affectionate smile pulled at his lips at the sight of his boyfriend all sleep-warm and snuggly.

“Please just try to sleep,” Conner said softly, absently tracing patterns on Tim’s lower back. “If you really can’t, I’ll leave you alone.”

Tim hesitated. There was a lot of work to be done, there was no arguing that. But… wasn’t there kind of always a lot of work to be done? Maybe some sleep would improve his problem-solving skills, even if only slightly.

Picking up on the resolve, Conner gently closed the laptop for him and pulled him down, pushing it down to the foot of the bed. Almost immediately, Tim yawned hugely, nuzzling into Conner’s shoulder and inhaling deeply. Without the computer screen, the room was comfortably dark.

“Better?” he whispered, brushing Tim’s dark hair out of both their faces.

Tim sleepily smiled up at him. “Yeah.” After a moment, he added, “Thank you.”

“Anytime.”

It didn’t even take twenty minutes before Tim tried to worm his way back out of Conner’s arms to resume his work, but fortunately, Kon was absolutely expecting that. His grip tightened enough for Tim to let out a surprised squeak and freeze, absolutely not expecting his boyfriend to not be awake.

Conner cracked an eye open. Tim blinked up at him guiltily.

“Nice try, sweetheart.”

“Kon—“

“Nah, I don’t wanna hear it. Sleepytime.”

“Conner—“

“Sleepytime, Timmy.”

Sufficiently and effectively stuck, Tim huffed in exasperation, admitting to himself that he may have to give up. Luckily not in the worst of places to be.

It didn’t take long before Tim actually did drift off, the quiet thrum of Kon’s heartbeat acting as a lullaby. He didn’t even have nightmares.

Until he woke up, that is. The worst of the worst.

The perfect amount of sunlight filtered through the curtains, warmly filling the bedroom like a wake-up call in a fairytale. Conner was awake before Tim, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. Tim was still asleep on his bicep, like how they’d fallen asleep.

Kon noticed him when he shifted to stretch.

“Morning, sunshine,” he teased, watching as Tim did a full cat stretch, pillow kneading and everything. It was his favorite part of his boyfriend’s morning routine.

“Morning…” Tim trailed off with a yawn. “Hey, what time is it?”

Conner half shrugged. “Eh.”

Tim looked around for his phone before remembering he’d left it in the kitchen the night before.

“No, serious, Kon.”

“It’s, uh…” Conner squinted at his phone. “It is. Eleven-thirty. Almost.”

“WHAT—“

Before Tim could react much more than that, Kon promptly rolled on top of him to pin him to the mattress. Krypto poked his head up from his bed at the commotion.

“Absolutely not, pretty boy, you’re not going anywhere,” Conner declared gleefully. “That was much-needed rest and I think you should have some more of it.”

“nO—“ Tim shoved ineffectively at his boyfriend’s sides, trying and failing to haul him off. “I have— school—“

“We’re skipping.”

“But work—“

“Call out. I’m serious. You’re staying here with me and you’re gonna like it, He Who Never Takes Care Of Himself.” To aid his cause, Kon smushed a kiss into Tim’s forehead until he stopped struggling with a grumble about something that sounded suspiciously like Kryptonite. “Okay?” he added hopefully.

Tim seethed for a moment, but sensing there was really only one answer, his anger deflated almost immediately.

“Fine,” he relented. “This will not become a regular occurrence. I have things to do, asshole.”

“We’ll see, sweetheart.”

Tim skipped the next day, too.

~ not great, not proofread, whatever honestly

have a good day/ night/ 4am🥰

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