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totheblood · 7 months

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all-american bitch!

pairing: ellie williams x reader

warnings: mostly fluff, cursing, suggestive themes maybe.

a/n:i wrote this for my monthly challenge in our writing server, so if you see GUTS themed ellie and abby fics... that's why.... so i chose the song, all american bitch because i thought it would be a difficult write and wanted to challenge myself. so this one is a little shorter and i hope you enjoy! AI AUDIO in the fic also reblogs, asks, and replies are so appreciated and encouraged! thank u kisses

wc: 1k

"with perfect all-american lips."

ellie wanted to hate you.

with every fiber in her being, she wanted to hate you. but as she sat in the student center, laptop open and earbuds in, she couldn’t help but stare. from her place at the table she could see you wide-eyed and grinning, talking to a group of people she didn’t know. when you laughed you touched the shoulder of the guy to your right, but when you smiled you leaned into the girl to your left. she noticed how you looked at people when they spoke, hanging onto every word they were saying. every time the group would laugh at a joke or statement you made, she watched as you nervously fiddled with the necklace loosely hung around your neck with your initial on it.

she wanted to hate you but she didn’t. instead, she hated everything she thought you represented. the mean girls in the movies or the girl next door. you were somehow all of it wrapped up in one. she didn’t know you at all but somehow you were the perfect all-american -

“bitch!” a girl sitting across from you screamed, throwing her full cup of coke onto your face, causing everyone to stand up and gasp. ellie stood up with them, removing her headphones and ignoring the pull of dina’s hand, asking her what she was doing.

you wiped the sticky liquid from your eyes, and tried to get as much of it off your face so you could walk back to your dorm. when you began picking up your things and noticed no one was going to follow you, ask if you were okay, or defend you, a tear formed in your eye. you, however, was determined to not cry in front of most of the people that attended this school. instead, you scurried off as quickly as you could.

ellie didn’t even notice she was following you till the brisk fall air hit her face. your feet were moving faster than her mind was going, but she was determined to catch up.

“hey,” she called out. you didn’t turn around though, you just kept walking. from where she was she could hear your sniffles, “hey! are you okay?”

that got your attention. you stopped, not turning around, and waited for ellie to circle around you and say something.

“are you okay?” she asked again, watching your stunned face. she ignored the bubbling in her stomach at being this close to you. she could see every detail of your face, every crease, every freckle, and every pore. you were prettier up close, “i saw what happened back there… it looked brutal.”

“i’m,” a tear slipped from your face and onto your already damp clothes, ellie was sooooo not looking at your tits right now, “i’m fine.”

“are you sure?” she asked again, eyes searching your face for an answer, “none of your friends came to check on you?”

“i guess they aren’t really friends, huh,” you laughed dryly, wiping at your eye again.

“just shitty ones,” she joked back, “look, do you want me to help you get cleaned up? maybe you can vent to me about whatever the fuck that just was.

your eyes scanned her face this time, “why would you do that? you don’t know me?”

“i think you may be in need of some new friends,” she smiled, making you crack a small one.

“very true.”

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ellie helped wipe the coke off your face and neck. since it had been sitting on your skin for a while it had gone sticky, and you were getting choked up trying to wipe everything off. plus, ellie was so nice and tender, gently rubbing at your skin and making sure she wasn’t rubbing to hard. she held your face in her hand, turning it and using your roomates expensive facewash to get it clean. when it came to your chest she backed up, saying a, “i shouldn’t.”

“why?” you asked, “we’re both girls.”

“i think i’m supposed to ask you out on a date before doing that.” she chuckled, stepping back a little further, expecting rejection, a slap in the face, anything.

“oh,” you said, eyeing her up and down, head-turning and lips pursed when you saw her tattoos, “could have figured from the tattoo alone.”

“hey! are you saying my tattoo makes me look gay?” she laughed, a big bright smile on her face. this time when you smiled you showed your teeth. ellie’s face turned a bright red, as she looked down. she made you smile, she was proud of that.

“it’s a dead giveaway that you’re gay,” you giggled again. ellie looked up at you, squinting her eyes.

“if you knew that i was gay then, why did you let me come in and?” ellie’s voice got quiet, she didn’t want you to think she was a creep. it’s not like she came in here to flirt with you, or did she. the way you were looking at her was making all her thoughts mesh together into slush.

“i don’t know,” your voice was teasing, you were fucking teasing her, “maybe i wanted a cute girl to come in here and clean me up.”

“cute?” ellie laughed.

“yeah, cute,” you repeated, pulling your bottom lip in between your teeth, “like how you’re blushing right now. that’s cute.”

ellie’s face got even redder somehow, causing her to hang her head and pinch the bridge of her nose, “fuck.”

“were you going for hot?” you asked, reaching for her from your place on the bathroom counter, pulling at the sleeves of her oversized t-shirt so she would move closer to you.

“what about my t-shirt doesn’t scream hot?” she looked up now, and fuck was she close to you.

“cute and funny,” you smiled, eyes bright, “who would’ve thought?”

ellie looked away again, flustered still, but still in your grasp, “you forgot respectable.”

you laughed and ellie was close enough to feel your breath on her neck. she shivered, but her eyes met yours again.

“when are you going to ask?” you whispered, voice low.

“what?”

“the date?” you clarified, making her smile grow again.

“oh, yeah,” she rubbed the back of her neck nervously, “do you want to go on a date with me?”

“yes.”

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juuls · 2 years

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I keep falling asleep everywhere and it’s only been a few days. Any Spoonies of the Fibro kind have any experience with this..:….? : Basically on Wednesday my body started hurting everywhere and not just in the trigger points. No new meds, no new habits. But it got so unbearable that my brother dropped me off at the hospital (he had to pick me up about a half dizen hours later because of Raid, which I said was wonderfully fine (I used to raid, myself lol)).

I kept falling asleep everywhere. Waiting room, doctor’s room before he got in, doctor’s room after, and then at the coffee shop I waited at for my brother (the staff were so sweet and basically adopted me).

Had to fight (well, I gently pushed, not fought) for even 3 days of the lowest form of ‘narcotic family meds. It helped but I’ll definitely talk to my regular doc about it on June 1st.

Doc was a little worried about a blood-borne virus or another type of virus that starts eating st the joints. Which actually jives with what my physiotherapist said on Tuesday when she noticed arthritic nodules at the base of my fingers that weren’t there a year ago. Sigh. Would be a shame if I had gout. :P

And yet he still didn’t draw blood or seab or anything fir other samples???

People hear ‘fibromyalgia’ and seem to just close off half their brain. Ridiculous.

But yes. Mostly my question is: have any of you experienced excessive lethargy and sharp pain everywhere on your body, not just triggers? Any hints or clues from your own life experience?

Medical side of Tumblr, I call upon you with this ring of—wait, wrong script. 😂

But yeah, any and all advice would be loving. When it’s just my trigger points hurting, I do know how to lie down to minimize the pain. This, though? Far more widespread snd the lethargy is likely because of not sleeping well.

*violently shakes magic 8 ball* GIVE ME A CLEAR ANSWER, YOU HUNK OF JUNK

And before you ask: yes I had a fully normal (besides herniation and degeneration) MRI done in 2018, osteoporosis check every few, pap every 3, somewhat regular blood tests (unless they look at the wrong things…

So hey! It’s great I’m not nauseous nearly as bad as those 8 months were but oh lookie, a new problem. Or one I was ignoring on purpose while dealing with the nausea.

Sad part is I can only have a ~1km walk a day and it’s been so lovely out. I can sit on the comfy deck chairs but everyone else has to walk Yg noe. My baby. 😢🥲🥰

Off to go fall asleep outside since I just now crossed “fall asleep in shower” off my list. Jeebies H. Crab.

Any help is great, even commiserating! Love all y’all and thanks for listening to me be all upset. Time for some fanfic I’ll likely get a paragraph into then zzzzzz. :P

💜💙💜❤️🧡💙💜

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callsign-relic · 8 months

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touch starved rodimus. I can't stop thinking about touch starved rodimus. he just seems like the physically affectionate type so I would love to request a fluffy piece between him and a human fem!reader that gets him a little emotional bc physical touch isn't something he got often before they met 🥺 sfw pls? 🥹 love ur writing<3

Anon, this was such a big brained idea. I absolutely loved writing this. I mean I love writing Roddy any chance I can get HAHA, but physical affection seems perfect for him, so this was a joy to write. I hope you enjoy :) and thank you for enjoying my writing!!!

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader

Rodimus was entirely unsure of himself right now.

That fact was astounding to him. He was Rodimus, captain of the Lost Light. Rodimus, capable leader, yet friend foremost. Rodimus, overall cool guy.

Yet here he was, spark pounding in his chassis in a tizzy, hesitant to even shift his weight about as he lay on his berth in his habsuite, with you laying right up against his sensitive neck cabling.

In your half-asleep daze, you paw at the thick wires, one arm doing its best to wrap around the length while the other raises itself to graze his jaw. The mech’s vents hitch— you were so close to him, not even aware of what your tiny little frame was doing to him, yet he was frozen anyway.

He could call for you, awaken you from your stupor. But that would require him to disturb you in such a rare moment of peace. Slowly— slower than he thought he had ever moved before— Rodimus turns his head from facing upwards into the ceiling, to gazing down at you. You were caught in a daze between consciousness and slumber, yet you looked so beautiful all the same.

Eventually, he moves his entire form to face you, daring to raise a servo up behind you to cup you within. In your tossing and turning, you shift upwards from his neck, all the way up to his face. Groggily, your eyes slowly peel themselves open, yet never open wider than half-lidded.

“Rodimus…?” Your voice rumbles, quiet from disuse. The captain blinks, stammering for a moment as he scrambles to reply.

“Oh, uh— yeah?” He begins, voice no higher than a whisper. “Sorry if I woke you, just try and go back to—“

His words, however, are swiftly cut off by your own movements. You run a hand down the cool, white metal of his cheek, giggling drowsily to yourself. “‘S so warm… but you’re nice an’ cool.” Then, you scooch right up against the mech’s face. You land a gentle kiss onto his top lip before scooting further upwards, the length of your body resting perfectly against his nose.

Rodimus felt as though he couldn’t even breathe. Not out of anxiety— though that definitely contributed to that fact— but rather he felt that any little motion he made would jostle you in your spot, and that you’d leave. No other person had ever gotten so close to him before, and the fact that he couldn’t scoop you up into his servos and hold you tight into his chassis was driving him crazy.

Carefully, he moves that yellow servo closer towards you, extending a single digit to run it across the length of your back in slow, repeated motions. You release a low hum in reply, only pressing your little body against him further. Your human frame was so warm, so lively and soft and squishy and—

The captain couldn’t help himself as his fingers wrapped themselves around you, pulling you down from his nose. You grunt a little in confusion, raising your head as you look around in your haze. No longer were you huddled up against the bridge of his nose, rather, you were bright back down near his dermas. Gently, the mech leaned in, placing a kiss on the side of your face that nearly took up the entire expanse of your head.

The feeling of his dermas on your face was an odd sensation, to be sure. They weren’t as hard as the outer layers of his armor plating, but not nearly as malleable as the small bits of protoform peeking through it all. It was certainly gentle, however, despite how you could feel the rush of air move in and out of his intake through the part in his lips.

Still somehow not awake enough to even ask what brought about this sudden behavior, you merely giggle to yourself some more, playfully pushing away at his dermas as they continue to press themselves over you. Unbeknownst to you, that only caused Rodimus’ spark to flutter ever further in its chamber. The feeling of your little hands up against him barely registered themselves into the systems of his nervecircuits, yet they were there all the same.

With the hand that encircled you, he raises a thumb up and over your head, running down the length of your hair in the same repeated movements as he did to your spine mere moments ago. “You’re so cute,” he murmurs, though the proximity makes his voice rumble through your entire self. “What did I do to deserve someone like you?”

You only chuckle in reply, pulling yourself away from his lips and back up towards his nose. Though the mech wished he could just kiss you more, he released his hands enough for you to move. “Like that’s even a question,” you drawl, extending an arm to run up and down the bridge of his pure white nose. “‘Cause you’re Rodimus, duh.”

The captain’s spark felt as though it was going to burst then and there. He couldn’t help but laugh as he once again wrapped his hands around you, gently cupping you as close to himself as he could. He could only do so much with your tiny frame, but he knew that rubbing another digit along the length of your body would suffice.

“You know what? You’re right. Why did I even ask?”

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Can I request a Huening Kai x gn reader where y/n is friends with the txt members and they all know about Hyuka’s big crush on y/n and always tease him about it, until one day he finally confesses and they share their first kiss?

he's so gender NSOINESLNS i love him

pairing: huening kai x gn!reader (they/them pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 1.1k

includes: one mention of reader attending classes, blushy kai, teasing but supportive txt

again got a ton of inspo from this prompt list by @urfriendlywriter !!

a/n: thank you for requesting !! this idea is really cute, i love it sm <33 i hope you like it !!

requests open !! read my rules first

kai’s body feels warm next to your own as you subtly shift a little closer to him. the vents above you blasting cool air down felt nice until you acclimated to the temperature of the room; now only serving to make you increasingly colder.

“are you okay?” he whispers. his reddened cheeks aren’t visible in the darkness though he’s sure beomgyu and yeonjun are already aware of his growing embarrassment.

“just cold,” you reply. you’re about to move away from kai when he reaches over, hesitantly taking your hand into his. he hopes you don’t notice how nervous he is to be so close to you. all of his senses feel heightened around you.

you slowly move a little closer so your head is leaning against kai’s shoulder. the movie continues droning on in the background - even as your eyes grow progressively more tired and you eventually fall asleep.

“cute,” soobin whispers. he’s the first person to notice you sleeping on him. turning around, he gently nudges kai before gesturing to you with a small smile.

kai’s cheeks burn as his body unconsciously stiffens. you’ve never been this close before. “maybe you should move them so their neck doesn’t get stiff from sleeping like that,” taehyun suggests.

“and try to relax,” beomgyu teases. “i’m sure y/n wouldn’t appreciate having a wooden plank for a boyfriend.”

“let him be embarrassed,” yeonjun playfully swats at beomgyu’s shoulder. “they’ve never been this affectionate before.”

“shut up,” kai whispers. he ignores their teasing to take soobin’s advice, awkwardly resting his arm around you as he coaxes your body down so you’re laying more comfortably in his lap.

the movie is all but forgotten in the background in favor of watching you and kai. his cheeks burn as he avoids their glances, making a point of staring at the screen in front of you.

“they’re such a cute couple,” yeonjun whispers. “i wish i had someone to cuddle with me like that.”

“i’ll cuddle you, hyung,” beomgyu says, dramatically pulling him into a hug. despite his playful protests, yeonjun lets beomgyu wrap him into a hug.

“we’re not dating,” kai clarifies.

soobin raises an eyebrow at him. “you’re not? but y/n flirts with you all the time.”

“they’re not flirting.”

“yes, they are,” taehyun chuckles. “they let you drag them around everywhere. they bring you your coffee order even though they have classes to attend. sometimes they randomly send flowers to the company when they hear you’re having a rough day. i’m surprised you haven’t noticed.”

kai holds his breath a little when you shift slightly from your position on his lap. he lets out a small breath of relief when you simply move a little closer to him.

“let me ask this then,” soobin says. “do you like them?”

kai remains silent for a few seconds but the growing blush on his face says everything he can’t. his ears are burning as he nods. “yeah. i like them a lot.”

“you should ask them out,” beomgyu says. “you would be good together.”

“he’s right, you know,” taehyun leans over to pat his knee. “y/n makes you happier whenever they’re around. you should consider it.”

on the tv, the movie ends with a climatic sting before the credits begin to roll. soobin sits up to turn it off before standing up. he ruffles kai’s hair with a small smile before he leaves. “at least think about it.”

taehyun is the next to go, following after soobin to his room. yeonjun drags beomgyu up with him as they leave as well, leaving you and kai on the couch in the living room alone.

you sit up once beomgyu’s bedroom door closes with a small ‘click.’ you blink the remaining sleepiness from your eyes as you shift to sit across from kai. “i didn’t know you guys talk about me.”

kai freezes as he looks over at you. his attention remains solely on you. in the dim light you can just barely make out his sharp features and the light blush on his cheeks. deep brown eyes stare into your own - almost tempting you to break the silence.

“how much did you hear?” he finally asks.

“not much.” your mind drifts back to the muffled conversation you heard in your sleepy state. it wasn’t much, but it was enough. you shift a little closer to kai. he licks his lips quickly - a nervous habit he had picked up over the years that never failed to fluster you. “so, you have a crush on me?”

any anxiety that previously lingered immediately disappears when kai’s face flushes a deep red. you can’t help the way your lips quirk upwards into a small smile at how nervous he is. “well, i mean, i…” he sighs, eyes falling down to stare at his hands. “yeah. i have a crush on you.”

you reach your hand up to cup kai’s cheek, gently stroking your thumb against his skin. you can almost feel the embarrassment radiating off of him as you tilt his face up so he’s looking at you. “i have a crush on you too.”

kai’s eyes grow wide as he stares at you. silence lingers for a few seconds while he processes the information. you almost regret saying anything at all when he speaks again. “really?”

his voice is so quiet you nearly miss it entirely. you lean in a little closer just in case. “i’ve liked you for years, kai.” your eyes drop from looking into his to focusing on his lips. they’re tinted pink - likely the remains of a lip stain applied for a recent comeback stage.

you’re broken out of your trance when kai speaks again. “can i kiss you?” instead of answering verbally, you slowly lean in and pull him down to meet you in a sweet kiss. months of fantasizing about this moment will never live up to the feeling of actually kissing kai.

he pulls away after a few seconds with a small smile. it feels surreal - cuddling together during a movie, confessing to him, kissing him. you almost feel like you’re simply waiting to wake up from a lucid dream when kai leans in to pull you into another sweet kiss.

it’s longer this time. your bodies mold together as if this was always meant to be. “i like you, y/n.” kai’s voice is breathless when he whispers the words. “really,” he presses a kiss against your jaw. “really,” this time he pecks your cheek. “really like you. will you be mine?”

you pull him back into a full kiss that you both smile into. “i already am.”

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zxphy · 1 year

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Okayy so you wanted some ideas, right? I saw your incel! Scaramouche post and I was wondering what your thoughts are on a yandere incel! Xiao? It's a popular idea but I really love it and maybe you could write it for Fem! Reader or Gn! Reader if you don't write fem! Readers

☆ No bitches?

Yandere! Incel! Xiao x Fem! Reader

Tws/cws: Xiao, misogyny, women beating, domestic abuse, use of the word "retard", implied noncon, fem aligned reader lmfao, gaslighting, doxxing, rape and murder threats, and non consensual groping. Multiple spelling mistakes are present. Both you and Xiao are 18.

Smut written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable.

Xiao was your best friend since childhood, but as you both got older into adult hood, he started acting different.

A lot more grabby and forceful. He was unable to get a girlfriend or get laid, so he went to reddit and 4chan to vent his frustrstions, there he met lots of people just like him.

He may or may not have asked them "why do women not like me", getting multiple misogynistic replies. Bro was easily manipulated then turned into a self proclaimed "incel" in about a month. He believed everything his new group of friends said.

He always talked about his discord servers and his gross friends to you, saying how they give him the best advice and their misogynistic views about how women should know their place and yada yada.

You started to hang out with him less and less, as Xiao grew incredibly insufferable. Just being near him made you uncomfortable, you were scared of even being in the same room as him.

Even though you hardly talked to him, yiu still interacted online because hey! He's been your best friend since birth you don't have the heart to end the friendship.. :(

The less time you spent with Xiao, the more time you spent with Aether, one of his best friends. Xiao obviously took notice of thst, and his huge crush on you did NOT help.

Xiao considered himself a nice guy, thinking he deserved sex from "females". Complaining that girls only want Chads who just use them for their body and leave, as if incels aren't the same thing but worse.

You wanted to help him you know.. NOT have that mindset, but his stupid 4chan friends kept encouraging his disgusting way of thinking!! :(

At sometime, Xiao eventually confessed his love for you. But honestly, you kind of expected that to happen considering you were the only chick that even looked in his direction, let alone talked to him. You let him down as lightly as you can, trying not to set him off. Cause from what you heard, self proclaimed incels usually never take "no" for an answer and take every rejection personally.

"I'm sorry Xiao, it's not you.. it's me." Oh it's definately him.

"But I'm a nice guy! I'll treat you well and get everything you want. I have a job, I can spoil you!" Ah. That would make sense as to where he gets all the money to blow on hentai from.

"I just don't have any feelings for you besides platonic ones. I'm sorry and I hope this doesn't ruin our friendship." You begin to sweat, praying you didn't set him off.

Xiao looked down to the ground at his feet and sighed. "I understand." You sigh in relief, until Xiao says this,

"Can I at least have a hug?" Oh fuck.

You begin to sweat more and nodded slowly, "S-sure man.." you open your arms out for a hug and Xiao embraces you tightly, good fucking god he smells disgusting. When was the last time he showered?? It should be common knowledge that axe body isn't a substitution for showers. The scents clash in a way that make your nose hairs burn and your toes curl. It took everything out of you to not gag.

But on the other hand, Xiao was in heaven, you smell so good! His face is in your hair and he takes a big whiff and he shudders, obviously enjoying himself. It's been forever since he's been so close to a girl, let alone YOU.

His hands slowly trail down from your back and get lower, eventually he had his hands on your ass and gave it a a light squeeze. You push him away and laugh nervously and wave him good bye, leaving him by yourself.

Days go by and you started getting mysterious phone calls, text messages and messages on your social media from anonymous people. Majority of them being death and rape threats.

Anonymous672

U stupid bitch why did u leave him to go fuck his best friend??

And another,

(777-777-777)

Im gonna rape u then kill u in an alleyway u deserve it stupid whore.

And another,

Anonymous929

I know your address.

And another...

Anonymous476

Get ready to get raped!

And... another.

(555-555-555)

He's gonna put you in your place, whore.

One time you even got a phone call and it qqs just a guy heavily breathing into the phone then threatening to rape you and then bury your body in the woods for "rejecting a perfectly nice guy."

At that point it was kind of obvious as to why you're getting such threats. Either Xiao has been using alt accounts and throwaway numbers or he had doxxed you to his other "nice guy" friends. You were honestly pissed, was he THAT butthurt because you didn't want to have sex with him? He needs to get a fucking life. Xiao used to be an amazing guy, your best friend, but now his stupid "nice guy" phase tore you both apart. You thought the rejection went well, that he'd be normal about it, but then he goes doxxing a girl because she didn't want to have sex with him? What the fuck?

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and started looking for Xiao's number, you hit him a message.

(You)

Xiao. Read 1:44pm.

(You)

XIAO. Read 1:57pm.

(You)

XIAO ANSWER ME, FUCKWAD. Read 2:00pm.

I know what you did. Read 2:00pm.

(Weird Fuck)

(You)

Xiao did you fucking doxx me?? Are you retarded? What the fuck is wrong with you, people keep threatening to rape and kill me you fucking ass wipe. Read 2:01pm.

(Weird Fuck)

Im sorry just meet me at my place

(You)

What?? No dawg, I'm not gonna go to your fucking house, I wanna know why you fucking doxxed me, we were literally best friends before you became a fucking misogynist. Why did you doxx me?? Read 2:02pm.

(Weird Fuck)

Come over and ill tell u

(You)

Kys. Read 2:02pm.

You shoved your phone back in your pocket and you huffed. Who does that fucker think he is?? All because you wouldn't date him!!

You being you, you still went to his home to get answers. He didn't deny doxxing you which ulset you even more. His dick probs got hard just by you texting him. (He did :3) You're sick of sll the threats, you just want it to stop. You just want Xiao to stop his bitchless behaviour. Now you're gonna do something about it.

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You walk up to the lavish home and knocked on the door. Of course Xiao still lives with his dad instead of doing something productive like going to colledge like his twin sister Ganyu. You folded your arms and waited. You assumed that Mr. Zhongli wasn't home because you heard some random porn game from the third story window, Xiao's room.

You knocked again, but this time louder. You heard the game pause, then a door slamming, then rapid footsteps going down stairs. You hesrd a voice from behind the door.

"Are you the delivery guy?" *Xiao.*

"No fuckwad." You replied back. The door slowly swung open, revealing Xiao. He looked a lot more gross than you remember, he looked incredibly dishevled, with messy greasy hair, a random tshirt with very suspcious stains and dandruff on it, baggy gray sweatpants that aldo had a suspcious stain, but this time on the crotch area, and a pair of perscription glasses, the frame kind of similar to yours. But what you really could not get over, was the smell. He smelled like he hasn't showered in months, he smells entirely of spoilt food, semen, body odor and sweat. Disgusting.

"You look and smell like shit." You push past Xiao and walk into the lovely home.

"You came." He mumbled.

Of course you came, you wanted to know why the fuck he'd doxx you. He grossed you out comepletely, he was a digusting good for nothing freak. Xiao was actually a nice guy, he got good grades, was super sweet to everyone and made his father proud.

Xiao avoided eye contact and told you to follow him to his room, so you both could talk. You shook your head, feeling uneasy.

"Mr. Zhongli isn't home, why not talk here?" He ignored your question and walked up the stairs. You followed behind but kept a reasonable distance. Reasonable being several feet.

Xiao opened his bedroom door and you were immedately met with a horrible stench, his room smelled like him but worse. It smelt like semen, piss and shame. His room was covered in hentai posters and anime girl figurines, his clothes thrown all over the floor, and in the corner there was a really expensive looking gaming set up.

He could afford a multi-monitor gaming set up but not deoderant?

What couldn't go unnoticed was the collection of stiff socks gathering in a pile near his bed.

"Xiao what the hell? Your room is a fucking biohazard, feels like I need a gas mask and a hazmat suit just to be in here." You felt sorry for his father, you couldn't imagkne what it feels like having a son just like Xiao.

You walked into the room, being careful of wjere you step, Xiao sits in his gaming chair and then types a message into his Discord chat. He then got back up and cleared a space on his bed, throwing whatever was previously there onto the floor. "You can uh.. sit there."

You shook your head, but then you looked back at Xiao and he looked like he was about to cry. You felt bad so you sat anyway. You're definately burning this skirt when you get home.

You got a proper look around the room, not only seeing the weird posters, but pictures of you.

Creepy...

Xiao sat in his gaming chair and swung side to side, he looked nervous. Sweating as he looked at you.

You finally spoke up breaking the awkward silence. "So Xiao, why did fuck did you doxx me?" Xiao stayed silent and looked away from you. This really set you off. "Don't ignore me you asswipe! I've been getting threats of violent rape, I home you know you committed a cyber crime!"

"Relax, (Name.)" Xiao said still not looking at you. "It's not that serious." You scoffed and felt yourself getting more mad.

"Not that serious? NOT THAT SERIOUS?? Xiao! For the love of fucking christ, people are threatening to kill me! Why would you doxx me?!" You raised your voice at him, and you saw him get more nervous.

"Well.. I-I don't know I just. Me and you were like really close, but then you started fucking Aether.." You huffed, even more angry than before, "God fucking damnit Xiao! I'm trying to not fucking strangle you, but you're making it so hard!" You stood up and continued yelling, "You were so cool until you started acting like this! Kf course women won't like you if you keep thinking that she's gonna hop on your gross cock, Xiao! No one wants your tiny penis, I can assure that!"

You folded your arms and contued, "Sorry you feel so offended because I feel SAFE around Aether! He doesn't talk about how women's only purpose is to have kids and serve her mans or whatever, unlike YOU!"

Xiao fumbled with the draw strings on his sweatpants, "I-I don't know I uh just thought that you'd like me I g-guess.."

You face palmed. "Xiao. You doxxed me because I didn't want to date you? Dude! I explicitly told you that I have zero attraction to you. I only have PLATONIC feelings for you man. We had a good friendship but your gross ways ruined it-"

Xiao interupted you, "I'm a nice guy (Name), I'll treat you right. You're not like other females.."

"Oh my fucking god, Xiao..." you pinched the bridge of your nose. "I cannot believe that you think any girl would want to date YOU! A gross, disgusting people of shit incel like you! You're retarded if you think any girl would want your gross penis inside of her!"

Xiao stood up, "Fuck you (Name)!" You staggered back, surpised of his sudden outburst.

"Females like yourself are the problem. All you do is fuck chads and leave actjal nice sigmas in the dust!"

You blinked before letting out a laugh. "PFFTT!!! Dawg! Fuck this shit for real, and you know what? I'ma go to Aether's place to fuck him! How doed thst make you feel, Xiao? You gonna cry??" You flicked him off before getting up, walking to leave the room.

Suddenly your arm gets grabbed and you're pulled back, thrown onto the floor. Xiao gets on top of you and punches you square in the nose. You let out a loud squeal of pain.

"Xiao what the fu-" Xiao picks you up from under your arms and puts on on his bed, he starts feeling up your body, his hands trailing up yojr skirt, fumbling with the hem of your safety shorts.

You kicked him in the stomach and punched him in his face, Xiao staggered back and held his stomach as his glassed fell off his face, you took the chance and pushed him off you and ran.

Unfortunately for you, you tripped on the wires spewn about his room and you fell, Xiao took this opportunity and turned you around and kicked you until you stopped fighting. As an extra measure, Xiao grabbed your head, lifted it slightly then slammed it back down into the floor. You gripped your head in pain and whined.

"Xiao? What the fuck.." you wince. Xiao once again picks you up, and drops you onto his head, his hands trailing up your skirt. He lifts it slightly and pull down your safety shorts revealing your panties. His obvious erection poking through his sweatpants. Xiao went back to his gaming chair and once again started typing on his discord server, before getting up and locking his bedroom door. Too busy holding onto your head and lightly crying in pain, you had not noticed that he actually did lock the door.

The teen walked back over to you, took your shoes off and peeked off your safety shorts. He got close to you and whispered into your ear, "How does it feel to be put in your place?" He slapped you playfully.

Xiao shoved down his pants, his hard cock springing out. He hasn't shaved in a while, revealing curly black n green pubes covering his pelvic area. The tears that were threatening to fall, have fell, hot tears flowing down your cheeks hoping that Xiao isn't gonna do what you think he's gonna do.

"Xiao please. Don't do this.." You looked up at him in fear. Xiao ignored you and pulled off your panties, revealing your pussy. He threw them into a random direction. He pressed himself against you.

You're struggling to process what the fuck is going on, you're being held down, Xiao's dick is rubbing against you and half your clothes are missing.

Xiao then tore off your tshirt and threw the shreds in another random direction, then took off your bra, groping your chest the second he saw your tits.

"You're so fucking pretty.. and you're all mine." Xiao took his fingers and spread apart your lips, revealing your lovely pink insides. Xiao shoved two of his fingers inside of you just to test and you yelped.

"Fuck yeah, you're tight as balls." Xiao removed his fingers and quickly replaced his fingers with his thick cock.

He then slammed inside of you, putting his hands around your neck.

You're his now.

ANDDD.. DONE! I'M SO GLAD I HAD THE MOTIVATION TO WRITE THIS..

I honestly think I got a little too into it, anyway I hope you guys enjoy! :3

@mistywaves98

#🌧⋆⁺₊⋆✿:zeze's creations✧#incel xiao #yandere genshin impact smut #yandere #yandere xiao #dark content #yandere genshin impact #darkfic #dark fic #genshin impact smut #genshin x you #yandere genshin x reader #yandere xiao x reader #xiao x reader #gross xiao

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Hey, sorry that it seems that you had a hard time with the last ask! Quick question: you've said before in one of your posts that hel7l7 is just a character. Do you expect all of your asks to be genuine? Have you considered that any of your followers understands that you are playing a character, and are simply playing along? Or, are you attempting to deceive your followers? Simply put, are you being genuine?

Hi,

I think some people missed that I was lowkey satire in my reply to that last anon. I'm aware that it was probably sent to me as a hate message but I hoped that anon would see it and realise that it was a little bit of a weird thing to say to me.

Anyway, interesting question..!

Let me break this down ->

Do I expect all of my asks to be genuine? No. It's the internet. I know how this works. I don't expect everything to be genuine. Do I think it's ok that some people send me the weirdest shit? No. Would I like all my asks to be genuine? Yes. But I just know it's not realistic. I think that 90% of my asks are nice and genuine. I get a lot of compliments and nice messages that I don't always post. (But I do see them, so if you read this and you ever send me one, ily!) The other 10% are hate messages or weird, triggering stuff that I mostly delete immediately. My DMs are a different story. But luckily those aren't public...

Have you considered that any of your followers understands that you are playing a character, and are simply playing along? I'm not playing a character. I have mentioned in the past that hel7l7/Bear is some sort of alter ego. It felt like that for a long time. And I realise now that this might have made it sound like hel7l7/Bear are much different than who I am when I use my real name.

I'm Bear/hel7l7. It is not a character that's much different than who I am in real life. I have friends who have followed this account on my instagram and they never spoke about there being any big difference between me irl and me online.

What people do need to keep in mind is that this is social media. What you see here is a sliver of who I am in real life. My art is very raw and honest and that quickly turns into people thinking they know me. In that way you can see Bear/hel7l7 as that part of me. It is the part of me that posts online about my healing process, about my feelings, it is the part of me that is most present when I make vent art. When I make stuff for this creative diary sort of thing. It's not a made up character, it just is a part of me that I share online.

So if people think I'm playing a character, I hope this clears it up.

Or, are you attempting to deceive your followers? Simply put, are you being genuine?

I don't know why I would deceive my followers... What would the purpose of that be? I am being genuine. But I do think it is important that we continue to realize that the internet is a floating place outside of “real life”. I am sincere within the context of the internet. But I also try to protect my own peace of mind by occasionally choosing not to respond to everything.

I don't owe my followers anything. I do my best to respond to messages. And when I do it will always be with genuine intentions. Everything I do for this account is done with love and joy for the work I create and do. I am extremely grateful for what I have built up over the years and for the people who support me.

The downside is that this involves a group of people who think they know me even though they have never actually met me. I sometimes have difficulty with the para-social aspect of having this account. In those moments I am no less sincere, but sometimes I have to protect my peace a little.

I hope this has provided some clarification.

#i have a headache and my english is suffering because of it #i hope this answered your question

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spaceman-earthgirl · 2 years

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Supercorptober 2022 Day 17: Cafe

ao3 fic link. series link.

Lena is not having a great day. It had started when her mother had called, continued into losing one of their main investors for Lena’s clean water project she’s working on, and is only worse now as she’s stuck in a coffee shop, waiting for a cup of coffee she’s now regretting ordering.

She’d thought she’d get out of the office and clear her head, thought a small break might help her bad mood, but now she’s even more annoyed, stuck in a busy café, considering just walking out even though she’s already paid.

“Hey, watch it!” she snaps when someone in front of her steps back, knocking straight into her. She doesn’t mean to say it, or for it to come out so harsh, but there’s a headache nestled behind her eyes and an anger simmering beneath her skin that has everything to do with her bad day and nothing to do with the poor woman she’s just snapped at.

“I’m so sorry,” the blonde says, turning around to apologise and Lena’s struck by blue eyes and an apologetic smile.

Some of Lena’s anger soothes away and she lets out a sigh. “No, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

The lady’s smile softens a bit. “Bad day?”

Lena runs a hand through her hair. “Something like that.”

The barista calls out the name “Kara” and that must be the woman beside her because she sends Lena another apologetic smile and then turns to get her order.

Lena thinks that’s going to be it, thinks their interaction is over, but once the woman has a cup of coffee in hand, she turns back to Lena, and in a surprising turn of events, invites her to sit with her.

“If you want,” she adds, looking so shy and hopeful and how could Lena say no, especially when the woman standing in front of her is unfairly pretty. “I just thought you might want to talk, or might want a distraction from your bad day.”

And she’s kind too.

Lena’s bad day is rapidly turning around.

She does have to get back to work, but taking a break also sounds nice, especially when it comes with a pretty smile.

Lena’s name is called and she steps up to grab her own coffee and then she follows the woman to one of the only empty tables in the café.

“I’m Kara, by the way,” Kara says, hand stretched across the table.

Lena accepts it. “I’m Lena,” Lena answers, the rest of her anger from today ebbing away. Kara has this thing about her, Lena’s not sure how to describe it but it instantly puts Lena at ease.

Lena doesn’t miss the way Kara’s eyes fall to her forearm, the blank ink that’s been there since she was 16 and she got her soulmark, just like everyone else.

“Have you met yours?” Lena asks, knowing that Kara is curious. Everyone’s curious, Lena is too. It’s a lucky thing to have found your soulmate.

“I’m not sure, maybe.” Kara replies. “Have you?”

Lena’s surprised by that, she’s never heard that response before, it’s always a yes or a no. “Not yet.”

Kara watches her for a long moment and Lena’s about to ask if everything is ok but Kara speaks.

“So, bad day? Do you want to talk about it?”

Lena’s all ready to tell her that she doesn’t, that’s she’s not particularly inclined to tell a stranger about her shitty day, but instead, she opens her mouth and starts talking, and once she’s started, she can’t stop, telling Kara all about her bad day.

Kara’s eyes widen about halfway through her story, and she knows Kara has realised who she is.

But she doesn’t interrupt and by the end, Lena genuinely feels better after venting a little.

“I feel dumb for not recognising you,” Kara says once she’s finished. “And I’m sorry about your bad day.”

“Thank you,” Lena smiles. “It’s not so bad anymore.”

Kara blushes and it might actually be the cutest thing Lena has ever seen and wow, she’s not sure she’s ever felt like this before, but she likes it.

Lena knows she should probably get back to work, but she’s also the boss so she figures she’s allowed to take a bit more of a break. She asks Kara about herself and then they get talking and Lena loses track of time, until Kara looks down at her watch and they realise how long they’ve been talking.

“Shoot! We’ve been talking for nearly an hour. My boss is going to kill me if I don’t get back to work soon.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise we’d been talking that long.”

Kara smiles. “I’m not sorry. But before we go, can I show you something?” Kara asks.

“What is it?”

Kara rolls up her sleeve, revealing the black writing on her own skin.

Hey, watch it.

They’re the first words her soulmate will say to her when they meet. Though she’s not sure why Kara is showing her, they’re not soulmates, they’ve already spoken and their tattoos don’t match their words.

“Yours says ‘I’m so sorry’,” Kara says, looking nervous and does Kara think they could be soulmates?

Suddenly, Lena has never wanted anything more in her life.

She thinks back to their first interaction, when she’d been rude and said-

Lena’s mouth drops open, because Kara had in fact said ‘I’m so sorry’ to her when they first met. She hears those words all the time, they’ve almost lost meaning now, she’d given up listening for them because they’re so common. She’d been relying on the other person to recognise they were soulmates, using their own tattoo to confirm their soulmates status.

And that’s exactly what’s happening now.

“Are we…?” Lena trails off, too scared to say it now because she wants this, she wants Kara, even though they've barely known each other an hour.

“We match,” Kara says, stretching her arm out beside Lena’s on the table and there it is, their first interaction written between them.

“I’m sorry I was so rude,” Lena says, remembering again how she’d snapped at Kara.

“I always wondered what our first interaction would be.” Kara shifts her arm back, but lays her hand over Lena’s instead.

The touch is electric, sends heat up Lena’s arm.

“Do you want to have dinner with me tonight? Because even without these, I’d want to get to know you, I’ve never felt like this about anyone before.”

Lena’s heart stutters in her chest. Even 5 minutes ago, before she’d known, she’d already been halfway to falling in love with Kara.

Lena flips her hand, intertwines her fingers with Kara’s. “I’d really like that.”

#supergirl #supercorp #kara danvers #lena luthor #this one started as a coffee shop au and ended up being a soulmates au too #supercorp fanfic #supercorptober2022

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Tickletober 2022 - Day 13: Blush

A/N: I find this so entertaining because literally the other two days of prompts you wanted have already been requested, AND I didn't feel like doing Ghost Tickles because it's too similar to the force and I've already written a Mando fic utilizing the force. So thank you, AnonEmu, for sending in your loving words and prompts! I hope this suffices, even though it's not exactly what you requested!

Fandom: The Mandalorian (Star Wars)

Characters: Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

There were times while you were getting to know the Mandalorian that you begun to pick up on his body language or verbal cues. Without having a human face to make connections with and view emotions, you had to pick up his signs and tells quicker than an average relationship.

And before long, you could tell when Din was sad, angry, anxious, in pain, nervous, and your favorites were of course him being happy. When Din was happy, he'd stand up straighter and his helmet would face you a couple seconds too long, so you knew he was smiling under there. Sometimes his fingers would tap out patterns or beats on an object he was near or holding, or sometimes on his own thigh. That showed that he was content and felt safe.

"I'm nohot kidding, I think you would look cute with this," you joked around with him one late night, holding up a large pink bow a village child made for Din after he'd helped them out.

"Never," Din replied curtly.

You were both sitting on the floor of the ship, facing each other, each leaning against an opposite wall. And your legs were laced together, one and then the other.

"They made it for you, you know," you sighed, a smile still playing on your lips.

"And as my gift, I choose to give it to you for you to wear."

"You're no fun," you huffed. The two of you shared a few moments of quiet as you thumbed the fabric of the bow between your fingers. Then you leaned forward and reached your arms up, trying to wrap it around Din's helmet.

"Stay still!"

"Stop!"

You had to heave yourself up onto your knees, but you got it on his helmet and positioned it in the perfect way before you busted up in laughter, holding onto your stomach.

"Alright, enough," Din made the move to remove the bow from his helmet, but his hand stopped halfway in the air. It was just so nice to hear you laughing, and he didn't want it to end sooner than it had to.

"Youhuhu look so adorable! Here, I'll get you a mirror!" you stumbled up to your feet and ran to get a reflective surface for Din. You brought back a loose metal plate that was meant to go into a wall panel on the ship that hasn't yet been fixed.

And it was then that you saw a new reaction. Din was blushing. You didn't know how you knew, but it seemed clear as day. He seemed tenser than normal, but not as tense as when he was anxious or mad. And his head was angled towards the floor, and once he got a look at himself, his head turned to the side. His hand slid around on his helmet to try and feel for the bow to rip it off.

"No need to be embarrassed," you sat yourself beside Din and grabbed his wrist that was searching for the bow. After lowering it, you took your hand and removed it, placing it into your lap. You looked into the vents of his helmet and smiled at him, "Like I said, you looked adorable. Definitely add it to the repertoire," your hand hadn't released Din's wrist, so you took advantage of the situation and slid your hand into his gloved one. And you held it. An image of Din's Beskar tinted pink at his cheeks swam through your brain and it made you smile brighter.

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"Come here."

"No, you're going to annoy me," that staticky voice filtered through the helmet.

You snorted. How astute of the Mandalorian.

"I wihill not annoy you," you raised your hand in the air as if to swear, "I want to test it out, okay? That's all... if you really hate it, I'll stop. I promise."

Once Din had reluctantly dragged himself back towards the bed by you, he sat himself down. And he sat stiffly. You heard him clear his throat before he presented his hand to you.

You held Din's hand in one of yours, his palm face up.

You had been helping him take off his Beskar armor when you discovered something. The arm plates had slid off, except for a sharp corner getting caught on the cloth of his glove, and you quickly reached to pull the fabric back up to its rightful place. And Din drew his arm back in such a way that you knew it didn't have to do with him feeling exposed or in pain.

With a gentle touch, you pinched the edge of Din's glove between your fingers and slid it down so his wrist was no longer covered. You glanced up towards his face, making sure you still had permission. It looked like his gaze was a little off to the left of you. You placed one finger onto his wrist and rubbed the skin tenderly.

And then the reaction came again. Din's fingers twitched and he moved to pull his arm to himself, but you made sure he kept it in your grip.

You smiled a mile wide towards him, "You're soft there," was how you decided to word it. And again, you could see Din blushing. It was endearing. Not literally, of course, but the energy was the same.

Your finger rubbed around his wrist until it slipped under his glove, hooking the fabric and dragging it up a hair, just so you could touch his palm now. Din gasped and his fingers flinched.

"Very soft," you seemed to whisper unconsciously.

This was a big step for your relationship. You were seeing and touching some of his skin. You weren't going to take this new step for granted. Anything to keep Din blushing like you knew he was.

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"Nuh-uh, no."

"Please! Oh, please, Din!"

"You're going to stop and never bring this up again."

"Fine..." you huffed, before continuing, "I wasn't doing anything in the first place."

Din eyed you. Yes, eyed you with his literal, beautiful dark brown eyes.

"Could you be crystal clear and tell me what it was I was doing that got you so defensive, Mando?" you turned the tease up to 11, crawling towards him on the plush sofa you two had previously been cuddling on.

Din shook his head and his eyes tried to avoid yours now. You watched him suck in his cheek in the effort to not smile, you assumed. And that only made you smile bigger and brighter, "I just touched you like..." you reached out a hand towards Din's side and his reflexes caught your hand before you touched him, "... well, almost like that."

"I said to stop."

"You don't mean it," you tilted your head just as he moved his in the same direction, mirroring one another, "You want me to. Just for a little."

"W-Why... no, no I-I don't think I do," Din's voice got small and his eyes shifted, the corners of his mouth twitched and tugged, just dying to be pulled up into a smile... but the best part was the flush that creeped up his neck and spread to his cheeks and ears.

You smiled and leaned in closer while he still held onto your wrist, an illusion of keeping it at bay.

"You're so cute," you breathed and grinned and your hand easily slipped past Din's defenses and wiggled along his side. Your other hand quickly joined in to keep the activities lively.

Din bucked and that smile finally broke through, sweet giggles accompanying it. You kissed around his pink neck, and at the apples of his cheeks, and finally one sweet kiss to the tip of his nose, now rosy from laughter and joy you helped bring to him.

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puppy-t337h · 10 months

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MIGUEL O'HARA X READER // ONE BAD DAY

in light of ao3 being down here's a sneak peak of what I'm working on now for y'alls bedtime story

No content warnings. just banter, some fluff, and a healthy dose of breaking and entering

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Your car whirred to a stop as you opened your door and stepped out into the freezing rain. A puddle splashed beneath your feet as you shut your door and locked it with a beep that rang out through the barren parking lot. It wasn't unusual for you to come to work so late, but definitely uncommon, so you thought up excuses as you glanced around for any nearby people. Maybe you forgot your notes? A folder? Your jacket?

Your glasses. You forgot your glasses.

The sound of keys shattered the peaceful silence as you walked around the building to the decided meeting place, basking in the eerie silence of the pouring rain at night. Your breath fogged out into the air in front of you, highlighted by the yellow glow of a nearby streetlamp as you pulled the collar of your lab coat up and glanced around. You spotted a figure a little ways off the same time he spotted you. You continued walking calmly, the figure getting closer and closer. The stranger approached, and you nearly panicked if not for the two faint dots of red eyes that flashed in the street lamp. You stopped in front of Miguel as he was revealed by the light, your eyebrows rising as he did so.

"Woah," you said before you could stop yourself.

"What?" He asked, almost sounding genuinely offended as he glanced down at himself and fixed the too-small lab coat.

"Nothing, you just … you clean up nice." You cleared your throat and kept walking. "Follow me, the door is back this way."

He hesitated only for a moment before following silently. Nerves sizzled underneath your skin like electricity about to burst into flames. Even though, technically, you weren't breaking in—you still wanted to impress him. You had to, if you were going to save your universe as you knew it.

Somehow, you didn't realize the severity of the situation until that moment. Here you were, breaking into your workplace to steal something confidential with a near-stranger from the future. Not only that, but the outcome of said heist determined whether or not you lived to see your next birthday.

Life sure was crazy, wasn't it?

"Okay, now, how do you want to go about this?" You asked, approaching the front door. "Break a window? Hack the cameras? Climb in through the vents and distract the people inside?"

"None of the above," he answered, fishing around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out a keycard. You snatched it from him immediately and your brow furrowed at the image that stared back at you—a much younger-looking, much less buff, much less tired Miguel stared back at you. He was smiling, bright and hopeful at the camera and his eyes were so brown they were nearly black. His skin was still that lovely shade of olive, but that was really the only thing that didn't change much.

"You worked here?" You asked in disbelief, "God, how old were you?"

"Twenty-six," he answered, averting his gaze. "That was before, uh … everything happened."

A smile twitched at your lips. You never pegged him as the bashful, awkward type considering his—well—everything … but it only added charm to his otherwise intimidating countenance. He was big, and he could be mean, but he wasn't always that way. It made you wonder what could've happened to him that made him so guarded.

It made you want to know him more.

You glanced down at the picture again, smiling. "I can tell. You looked like a baby."

"I didn't."

"You did." You handed the keycard back to him. "So you got bit here? In the lab?"

"I wasn't bit. But eighty years in the future, yeah. I became this."

"Right. I forgot. Did you bite the spider, then?" You pressed, and he let out a small breath through his nose that was almost, almost a laugh.

"Funny." Miguel replied sarcastically before he plucked the keycard from your hands and slid it back into his pocket. "Alchemax Headquarters gets changed and relocated in the supposed near future, so I worked in a completely different building. Your job is to navigate me through all this shitty tech so we can take care of whatever is setting off all my alarms back at HQ."

You hummed, stuffing your cold hands in your pockets to look for your own keycard as you finally came across the door. "you know what that means, right?"

"What?"

You stuck the keycard in the slot and it beeped. The door unlocked with a click, granting your entry. "It means I'm older than you."

"You're not."

"I am."

"Espera—" he gripped the back of your lab coat before you could step in the building, and you stumbled in your tracks. "Did you think of an excuse to get into the office?"

"Uhh, yeah, actually. Forgot my glasses."

Your heart nearly dropped out through your ass whenever he physically brushed the back of his hand against your face to guide your eyes back towards him. You swallowed heavily, unsure how to react. His expression was unreadable as he carefully reached a hand up and plucked the glasses from your face. Miguel fixed the tape that held them together, folded them up, and then looked back down at you. The exchange left you stammering for a reason you couldn't quite place.

"Word of advice, superglue works better than tape." He said, offering the glasses back to you.

"Sorry." You plucked them out of his hand with a bashful smile, "I'm still too used to wearing them."

With that, you both stepped into the sterile, fluorescent lighting and shut the door behind you. You blinked as your eyes adjusted to the dramatic change in lighting. A breath left your throat at the pleasant change in temperature as you rubbed your numb hands together, glancing around for anybody that happened to be nearby. Your heart began to pound in your chest—this was really happening, wasn't it?

"Just try not to blow our cover," he replied in a low whisper, moving his neck slightly to gain your eye contact again. "You ready to do this?"

You closed your eyes and mapped out the layout of the building in your head. You could duck through the back hallway and ride the elevator there so as to not gain the attention of too many people. Your office was on the way in case you both ended up needing to hide, as well as several supply closets and empty labs.

While you were at it, you made peace with the possibility of getting caught, fired, and arrested.

You hoped Miguel was really as good at this Superhero thing as he let on.

You took a deep breath in, "yeah." You swallowed, turned on your heel, and began sauntering down the familiar hallway. "Ready as I'll ever be."

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Read the rest of the fic here

#miguel o'hara #x reader #spiderverse #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #miguel o'hara fluff #banter #fanfic #atsv fanfiction

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lucreziaq2001 · 4 months

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•TV show: "Criminal minds".

•Content warnings: A young mother being forced to hand her baby over to new parents after only a few minutes to say goodbye to him, her being sad and angry about it and wanting her son back and the nuns at the institute the girl had given birth at selling some of the babies to wealthy couples instead of doing legal adoptions only.

•VERY IMPORTANT THING: This chapter was really upsetting for me to write, so if you find it upsetting to read, I understand. Feel free to skip it.

•Some of the lines are almost the same that are in a scene of the "Cold case" episode this story is inspired by. I did modify them a bit, though. I didn't just copy and paste them.

•Tags: @lex13cm, @golden1u5t, @rynwritesreid, @reidmeister, @justalesbianwithsomegayshit, @thatonewritersstuff, @marril96, @c-m-stuff, @criminal-addict.

Between their two hearts

Chapter 18: Emily's despair and Sister Margaret's secret

In the evening of July 18, 1968, just three days after giving birth to her baby girl, Jennifer discovered a side of Emily she had never seen before.

The girl's son, born on July 8, was taken from her to be given to his adoptive parents that day, and seeing her friend so sad, Jennifer couldn't help but go be by her side.

When she entered Emily's room, she found her sitting on her bed, crying in a way she had never seen anyone do it except her mother six years earlier, when she had seen her sister's dead body in their house's bathroom.

So she sat next to her friend and took her hand without saying anything, waiting for Emily to vent about what had happened if she felt the need to do it.

"They only gave me fifteen minutes to say goodbye" the girl sobbed a few seconds after Jennifer had arrived.

As expected, that vent session hadn't taken long to start.

"Don't worry, he'll be fine" Jennifer tried to say to console her friend, but her words were of very little use.

"It seemed like less than a second" Emily added shortly after "I picked him up and caressed his sweet little hands. They were so small and perfect. As soon as I saw him, I knew that...that he only belonged to me. They shouldn't have taken him away".

After finishing that speech, the girl began to sob even harder than she was doing before, and since she wasn't sure what else to say, Jennifer simply hugged her at first.

"Shhh. Sadly, there's no going back anymore" she then whispered "Hey, you need to calm down now. Try to think about the future".

"I don't care about that" Emily, who just couldn't stop crying, replied "I want my son back right now".

"I heard he was given to a very nice couple" Jennifer tried to reassure her again "His new dad is a lawyer, they're rich. It couldn't have gone any better than this".

Emily, however, just shook her head.

Yes, throughout most of the pregnancy she hadn't wanted her child, but things had changed as soon as she had seen him for the first time and when the time had come for her to say goodbye to him, two of the nuns had quite literally had to rip him out of her arms.

"They may be the best people in the world, but he is my baby" she replied through the tears streaming down her face "He is only mine and they have to give him back to me. They have to give him back. I am his mother".

"Now that Joanne has left, there's an empty bed in my room. You can sleep there tonight. Come with me" Jennifer told her softly, not knowing what else to do to comfort her.

Normally, sleeping in a room that wasn't theirs, even for just one evening, was against the rules at Saint Bridget's, but the girl hoped that for that night, the nuns would have understood her refusal to leave Emily alone.

"I want my son back" Emily repeated again as, with an arm around her, Jennifer accompanied her towards her room.

After putting Emily to bed and waiting for her to fall asleep, however, the girl heard a baby's cries coming from Sister Margaret's study, so she decided to go see what was going on.

The door was half-open, and thanks to that, Jennifer saw Sister Margaret put a baby, probably Emily's son, in a basket and give the makeshift crib to a man in a suit, then the man handing her a bag full of dollar bills.

And at that point, the girl understood: the adoptions that took place at Saint Bridget's weren't legal ones, or at least, not all of them were like that.

The nuns sold their children to wealthy couples, and she was not going to allow that to happen to her daughter too.

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meimi-haneoka · 10 months

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È il mio 10 anniversario su Tumblr 🥳

It's apparently my 10th anniversary on Tumblr 😳😳😳

This blog definitely didn't start as a CCS blog, or not even a Clamp blog, I remember I was in my Saint Tail brainrot/withdrawal period, and I wanted to ramble about it all alone on a personal space, always hoping that Tachikawa sensei one day would write the extra chapter that she talked about on her blog...hence why I chose this url. For this and another personal reason, actually. I also loved to RT all the nice screencaps and edits for my favorite anime...

...then 2016 came and the love of my life, CCS, came back and my blog was absolutely swept away by the excitement, turning pretty much into a constant stream of CCS content and chapter commentary for Clear Card each month. When the anime came out in 2018, things only got worse 😂 but then in 2020 I started to realize about the translation differences between the English version and the original Japanese, and I decided that my beloved story deserved better than that, better than being misunderstood like that, especially the new characters that in the meantime I came to love so dearly...

So pretty naturally, I started to vent my frustration compiling all the mistakes/differences every month, in a very "whoever is willing to read it, is welcome to do so" fashion. For my convenience the differences are always included in my commentary. I haven't gone around promoting my posts very much, it's basically always "I run into someone confused about a line in the Eng ver/got some facts wrong, I tell them that the original JP actually says something else and I leave a link to my blog".

The more the story went on, the more I wondered if I was stepping on anyone's toes for doing these posts, but with my immense joy it seems they got Clamp's blessing, so I'll keep doing them till the very end of the story.

In between these commentaries, I throw some other translations I do mainly for myself (Twitter Spaces where Sakura is mentioned, interviews especially about the anime, etc) and that I like to organize more or less neatly in one place, and that people can share if they want. And also my fanarts, even though they never do big numbers here. But heh, I'll keep sharing them here too, cause it's my blog after all.

So yeah, 10 years of this. There were definitely times when I've hated this website and its community since things were becoming pretty toxic, flames started randomly out of nowhere, I just hope once the anime will be back it won't be the same shit again. I stopped looking at the CCS tags because of that and other reasons connected to that, so unless one of the people I follow shares it and puts it on my dash, I almost never reblog CCS art/edits/gifs etc. Cause the pretty artworks aren't worth wrecking my mood because I found the nth person shaming something that I love (and the people who love that thing, with it). Sorry about that, my blog is pretty boring in that sense.

Luckily, Tumblr brought me also good things, so I guess it makes up for that. I've met lots of people from my current CCS "circle", here.

To be honest, I know I have 2626 followers (as of today), but to this day I still wonder why. I highly doubt all of them are here because they're interested in my posts, probably not even half of them, lol (and I do my best to kick the bots). Nonetheless, thank you to all the people who interact with my posts ❤️ and thank you for sending me nice asks every month! 🙏 I don't always reply to them right away and some of them I leave for later when I have a downtime (like this one ask that's pretty broad in topic and I'm keeping it for when I have a little more time and nothing else to talk about).

Since Clear Card will continue for a little more than expected, the monthly appointment here will continue in parallel, and I'm already preparing my next "trivia" post, it's a topic I wanted to talk about since looooooong time. 😉

#10 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone #10 years on this hellsite?!#Naaaaah #You gotta be kidding me #I feel so old lol #Personal

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peterparkers-bad-youtube-apology · 2 years

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Smooth Water

Wipeout - Chapter 2

Pairing: Surfer!Tom Holland x Reader

A/N: Hey guys! Here is part two for you, hope you enjoy! I love getting feedback, it’s what helps keep me motivated, so please let me know what you guys think! Also just a side note, a few of my tags for my taglist weren’t working so if you see this and you were supposed to be tagged but you weren’t I am so sorry! Hope you enjoy, love you guys xx

Warnings: Slight angst

Summary: Tom takes you surfing and you vent

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Tom arrived at your house at exactly 10 am to find you were still struggling to pull your hair into a braid. Currently you were seated in front of your mirror with a hair tie hanging out of your mouth while you tried to work your baby hairs into the braid. Tom was seated on your bed, laughing while he watched your struggle.

“Why don’t you come here and let me help” he smirked as you started undoing your braid for the third time since he’d arrived.

“I got it, I got it,” you insisted, “I’m just trying to make sure it’s tight enough, I don’t want the hair tie to fall out.”

“Let me help,” he pushed himself off the bed and grabbed your shoulders, “Come sit for a second.”

You sighed and let him pull you away, “Fine.”

Tom sat back down and patted the spot between his legs. You sat in between them and crossed your legs with a small, annoyed huff.

“I can’t believe you’re the one making us late,” he chuckled as he started braiding your hair.

“Well I was expecting you to be late,” you rolled your eyes.

“So sorry to throw you off,” he hummed, “Your hair smells nice.”

“Yeah it’s called a shower, you should try one sometime.”

“Really? I haven’t heard of that before, maybe you can show me,” he teased.

“Why don’t you just ask Jade to show you?” you snapped, your face flushing at your sudden outburst.

“Jade?” he frowned, “Why would I ask Jade for anything?”

“I don’t know, you two were all over each other last night,” you bit your cheek nervously while you waited for him to reply.

“What are you talking about? You weren’t even with me last night,” he knit his brows in confusion.

“I saw you guys making out on Adrien’s story,” you confessed.

Tom suddenly burst into laughter, his head falling forward against your back, “You thought I was making out with Jade?!”

Your stomach started to bubble with anger again, “I saw it with my own two eyes Tom.”

“But I wasn’t making out with her,” he wiped his eyes and fell back onto the bed in a fit of laughter, “We were playing spin the bottle and hers landed on me, I let her give me a little peck but that’s it. I would never make out with Jade, I can’t fucking stand her.”

Once again your cheeks started to burn with embarrassment, “Oh.”

“I can’t believe you thought I’d actually make out with Jade, of all people on the planet,” he held his stomach, seeming unable to calm himself from his laughing fit.

“It’s not funny Tom,” you scoffed.

“No, it’s fucking hilarious,” he grabbed your shoulders as he sat back up, “Obviously I would never make out with Jade Flower, she’s fucking awful to you, I would never do that to you,” he squeezed you affectionately before his hands returned to your hair.

“Don’t call me Flower,” you glanced down at your hands, “You mean it? You really wouldn’t go for her?”

“Of course not. I can hardly stand to be around her, and I know it would hurt you, I could never do that,” he assured you with a big smile, “I can’t believe you thought I would though, that’s fucking mad.”

“It’s not funny Tom, I was really upset about it,” you admitted.

“Is that why you didn’t come out last night?” he questioned.

“Yeah.”

“I thought you seemed upset, I didn’t want to be pushy though,” he hummed, “I’m sorry. You can always talk to me about that sort of thing though, I mean the first part of friends with benefits is friends after all. I care about you and making sure you're happy and comfortable, you know?”

You thought about what Grace had said, about you possibly starting to want something more with Tom. Truthfully you weren’t sure if she was right or not. Sometimes you could picture something more with him, in moments like this, but then you remembered who he was. It was just like Grace had said, Tom would never commit. He prided himself on never catching feelings, for anyone, the way he cared about you would never move beyond platonic.

You cared about him in the platonic sense too, and you valued the friendship you had with him above most others. He was one of the only people, besides Grace, that you’d really grown close to since moving to town. Catching feelings for him could ruin that, and then of course there was the issue of him not really being boyfriend material. Tom was nearsighted and pleasure seeking. He didn’t have a plan for the future, and he rarely did anything that wouldn’t grant him immediate gratification. You had a plan for your life, and Tom’s impulsivity would never fit into that as anything more than a friend.

“Thank you Tom, I appreciate it a lot,” you glanced over your shoulder at him, “I’m sorry I snapped at you.”

“You’re welcome Flower,” he grabbed your face and pressed a loud, dramatic kiss to your cheek, “And it’s alright, I’d feel the same way in your shoes.”

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, “I take it back, I’m still mad at you.”

“Come on, it’s cute,” he chuckled lightly, “I brought that pink surfboard you like, does that put me back in your good graces?”

“I don’t know, how’s the braid turning out?”

“Pretty good, it would be better if you sat still.”

“Me?” you gaped, “You’re the one that’s having a laughing fit.”

“Well I’m done now, so sit still,” he ordered.

“Bossy,” you commented.

“Just a bit,” he smirked as he pulled your hair back, “I’m almost done.”

“Thank you for doing that, I can never get it tight enough when I do it myself,” you sighed, “You wouldn’t believe how much harder it is to braid your own hair.”

“I’ll make sure it’s nice and snug. You won’t be polluting the seas on my watch,” he chuckled as he wrapped a hair tie around the bottom of your braid, tugging against it to make sure it was nice and snug, “There, does that feel like it will stay?”

You shook your head back and forth a few times before nodding, “Yeah, that’s perfect.”

“Fantastic,” he hopped off the bed and plucked your bag from the ground as he went pacing towards the front door, “You know you always over pack, you really just need a towel.”

“I only bring the necessities,” you retorted as he pushed open the door.

He peeked inside the bag while you locked up, “I’ve got sunscreen and zinc in the car, and water. You’ve got a whole second swimsuit, and a first aid kit.”

“I need the second swimsuit in case I lose part of mine, and I’m only bringing the first aid kit because I know you don’t keep one in your car, which you’re should,” you scoffed as he tossed your bag into the back seat of his old, beat up, two door, yellow Jeep Wrangler.

“In all my years of surfing I have never seen someone lose any piece of their swimsuit, but I’ll concede on the first aid kit, I should probably keep one in my car.”

“Ha,” you smiled smugly as you slid into the car. Tom always kept the doors and the top off, and although he always assured you it was perfectly safe it still made you uneasy. You always took the middle seat in an effort to keep yourself a little safer.

“I was thinking we could head to that little beach up north,” Tom placed his hand over your thigh as he pulled into the street, “I don’t really wanna run into any of the kiddos today, you know, keep it just you and I.”

“That’s fine with me,” you agreed, “I like the smaller waves anyway.”

“Fantastic, it gets a little tiring getting swarmed everywhere I go,” he squeezed your leg, “You know, local celebrity and all.”

You had to roll your eyes at the comment. The surf shack where Tom worked, Aqua Life, offered children’s surfing classes during the summer, which Tom and Harrison taught together. When he first told you he was one of the surf instructors you were puzzled, he didn’t strike you as the kind of person who’d enjoy working with kids, but he actually did great with them. You knew he was a good teacher, he’d taught you to surf after all, but he was always so gentle and encouraging with the kids. The kids adored him too, sometimes when you were out on the beach together they would come flocking over, eager to say hi or show him whatever new trick they’d learned. Tom indulged them every time and always ended up apologizing to you later, but you’d always found it too endearing to be annoyed.

“I think it’s cute when they come up to you,” you smiled, “Even though you never get as excited when I learn a new trick.”

“Would you like me to get up and cheer for you after every successful run?” he laughed.

You nodded, “Yeah I would actually, I’d find that very encouraging.”

“Oh I’m so sorry, I’ll make sure I do today,” he promised.

“You should have from the beginning, it’s not very ethical to play favorites with your students.”

“You wouldn’t have a problem with it if you were the favorite,” he glanced over at you with a smirk.

“Excuse me?” you feigned offense, “I’m sleeping with you, that should bump me into first on principle.”

“Sorry darling, Paddy’s still my favorite,” he shrugged, “You’re a close second though.”

You rolled your eyes, “I should have known, he’s way better at surfing than I am.”

“He’s had a lot more practice, don’t beat yourself up about it,” Tom squeezed one of your legs, “You’re much better than most of the other 13 year olds I teach.”

“Just most?” you raised a brow.

He nodded, “Yeah, I mean some of those kids are really good, and if we’re being honest you’re pop up could still use a little work.”

“What’s wrong with my pop up?” you frowned and knit your brows in confusion.

“It’s just a little wobbly sometimes. I think you’re still bringing both feet up at the same time instead of your back foot first,” he explained,

“I bring my back foot first,” you defended, “And I’m not wobbly either.”

“You can say that now but I’ve seen you wobble with my own two eyes.”

“Okay well I’ve seen you wobbling up there too then,” you accused.

He glanced over at you again with a big, cocky smile, “Darling I never, ever wobble.”

“Is that supposed to be some kind of innuendo?” you glared at him.

He laughed and shrugged, “I don’t know, I guess if you think it is. I don’t know what for though.”

“Well I don’t know, but you had that look on your face.”

“What look?” he questioned.

“Whenever you say some stupid pick up line or make some kind of flirty comment you think is just hilarious you get this cocky little smirk on your face. Then you open your mouth and say something stupid like ‘I like your boobs’,” you mocked his voice and to the best of your ability, it was a poor imitation but it made him laugh.

“That is not stupid,” he feinged offense through his laughter, “That’s important information that you need to know.”

“It is stupid, I already know you like my boobs, everybody does, they’re boobs,” you rolled your eyes.

“Yes but I like them in a far deeper and more intellectual way than anyone else ever will.”

“That was so stupid” you choked on your own words as you devolved into laughter.

He squeezed your leg again while you laughed beside him, “I love your laugh.”

Heat rose in your cheeks suddenly, “Thank you.”

“It’s really warm,” he pulled onto the long gravel road that led to the beach, “Your laugh I mean, not the weather. It’s just like… Inviting, and contagious.”

“Thank you Tom, that means a lot,” you nibbled your bottom lip before continuing, “Actually I’ve always been sort of insecure about my laugh. I’ve always thought it was kind of loud, and obnoxious.”

“Not a chance,” he tossed his arm over your shoulders and pressed a loud kiss to the side of your cheek, “You’ve got the cutest, most reasonably volumed laugh I’ve ever heard.”

“Well when you aren’t doing that cocky little smirk you’ve got a really nice smile Tommy.”

“But the cocky little smirk isn’t cute?” he chuckled.

“I think that’s more hot than it is cute.”

“I’ll take it,” he finally pulled into the large sandy parking lot. You were happy to see it was totally deserted for the time being, “I’ll get the boards.”

He pulled off his shirt as he climbed onto the side of the Jeep, leaving in him only some swim trunks and the small coconut bead necklace you’d never seen him without. You picked up the shirt and crammed it into your bag along with the baggy shirt you’d thrown on over your swimsuit. He passed his board down to you as he unstrapped them from the top of the car, and you couldn’t help but gawk a bit. Something about him on the water or him with his board always turned you on, you liked how excited and passionate he got.

Tom glanced back at you with the intention of passing the second board to you, but his lips drew to a smirk when he noticed you were staring, “You know we don’t have to go straight to the water,” he hummed as you took the smaller, pink board from him. He jumped down from the side of the Jeep and grazed your stomach with the back of his hand.

“I came to surf Holland,” you slipped the board under your arm and sauntered away towards the beach.

Tom followed after you with a playful smile, “You wouldn’t even know how to surf if it weren't for me.”

“Grace could have taught me.”

“But she didn’t,” he reached forward and pinched your butt, making you jump and squeal.

“Asshole,” you glared over your shoulder at him while he laughed.

“Oh shove it, you love me,” he winked.

“You wish,” you scoffed as you set your things down by a large piece of driftwood, “Ready?”

“Not yet, we need some Zinka,” he reminded as he wiped two thick stripes of pink sunscreen under your eyes before doing the same to himself, “Now we’re ready, and we look adorable.”

You smiled, “You got pink this time?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I thought you’d like to match the board.”

“You thought correctly,” you held the board up to your cheek, “What do you think?”

“Well I think you look cute, but the light pink would have matched better, I think they stopped making it though…” he pursed his lips, “I don’t know, maybe I can pick some up when I go to Hawaii.”

You laughed lightly, “I hope that’s like the only souvenir you bring back, just a little bottle of Zinka.”

“It won’t be the only thing, but that’s the only thing I’ll bring back for you.”

“A shot glass?” you raised a brow, “Come on Tom.”

“You better bring me back something better than that,” you poked his chest and started walking towards the water. The sand was starting to burn your feet and you were eager to get into the cool water.

“I’ll bring you back something good,” he promised, “A shot glass or something.”

“Oh you’re right, I know you prefer body shots,” he winked, “Do you have some specific souvenir in mind?”

“You don’t actually need to get me anything Tom,” you curled your toes as the water washed up over your feet. The contrast of temperatures made you shiver.

“I’m gonna get you something, I’m sure I’ll see something you’ll like while I’m there,” he smiled while he watched you wade through the water, continuing to jump and shiver while you tried to adjust to the cold water, “It’s just water (y/n).”

“It’s cold,” you whined, “And it’s hot outside, my body doesn’t know what to do.”

“You’ll adjust,” he promised, “Or you could get a wetsuit, then you wouldn’t have to worry about losing your swimsuit either.”

“Wetsuits are super expensive, and not nearly as cute,” you motioned to yourself as an example.

“Well you’ve got me there, the bikini is definitely easier to get off too,” he smirked and attempted to grab the edge of your bikini bottoms, frowning when you swatted his hand away.

“You’re a perv.”

“I don’t know why you’re acting surprised,” he smiled cheekily.

You shoved him and he shoved you back, causing you to stumble a few steps. You responded by hitting him in the butt with your board. He jumped in surprise but started laughing with you. He then grabbed your board and tried to pull it from your hands. The board leash around your ankle ended up pulling you towards him too. You stumbled and squealed, waving your arms to try and catch yourself before you fell into the water. Tom dropped both of your boards and was just barely about to catch you.

“Sorry,” he chuckled lightly, “I forgot about the leash.”

“I’m not sure if I believe you, but thanks,” you attempted to stand but he dipped you back further, until the water was grazing your upper thighs and butt, “Tom I swear if you drop me I am gonna kill you.”

“I’m not gonna drop you,” he promised, “I just want a little kiss before I let you up, I think that’s more than fair payment for catching you.”

“I don’t have to pay you back, you pushed me!” you squealed again and grabbed his shoulders as he dipped you even further, “Fine, fine, just let me up.”

He helped you back up and grabbed your waist with both hands. His fingers sank into your soft skin while he leaned in towards you. Tom’s lips tasted like cheap piña colada chapstick and moved so perfectly with yours that you wondered why you’d put up any protest about kissing him. You smiled as he pulled you flush against him, one of his hands slowly sneaking up your torso. He was more than a good kisser, and the things he could do with his lips had made you weak in the knees more times than you could count.

One of your hands slipped up into his hair while he gently nibbled on your bottom lip. Happily you opened your mouth for him and brushed your tongue against his. Just as you were starting to get lost in the kiss you felt the leash tugging at your ankle again as your board drifted away from you. It was an unfortunate reminder that you were standing in the middle of an ocean, and even though the beach was deserted, it was still public.

“Tom,” you pulled away from him just as his hand slipped up over one of your breasts, “I think that was good enough for a thank you kiss.”

He nodded and licked his lips, “More than good enough darling, you’ve got the most phenomenal lips,” his thumb grazed your bottom lip before he stepped away to fetch his own board, “But we can get back to that later.”

You nodded in agreement as you plucked your board up and shoved it under your arm, “Yeah, you’ll get cranky if we miss all the good waves.”

“Obviously, I mean I can’t show off if the waves are shit,” he winked, “But speaking of doing things later, next week is Adrien’s birthday.”

“Oh, is he having a party or something?” you hummed.

He nodded and dropped his board into the water, “Yeah, he’s gonna have a little bonfire next Friday, but he wants to do it in Cannon so it’s a little closer to his hometown. I don’t know if you’d want to go with me, but I’ll drive if you want to go, it’s like an hour away.”

You pondered his proposition while you two started to paddle out, “Well I work until 7, but I could go after.”

“Great,” he beamed at you, “Grace is going to be out of town right?” his eyes wandered your figure while he spoke, “After the party I could spend the night if you wanted.”

“Yeah she’s got that concert,” your cheeks flushed and your heart fluttered at the insinuation, “I get kind of freaked out when I’m home alone, so if you wanted to stay over that’d be perfect.”

“Fantastic,” he beamed at you, “I’m looking forward to it darling.”

“Me too,” you cleared your throat and dragged your eyes back to the water, “Do you care if I take the first wave?”

He shook his head, “Be my guest Flower.”

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islandofsages · 2 years

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hiiii can i request bring best friends with scara, childe and venti in modern au?? have a nice day!!

summary: in which you two are best friends, now and forever.

characters: childe and venti (separate)

tags: gn!reader, platonic, modern au, fluff, hc format

warnings: none

author's notes: unfortunately i don't write for scara anon :( i don't write for any of the unplayable characters for now but maybe in the future i will! so i hope you don't mind me only doing childe and venti. i hope you like this anon and have a good day too <3

childe

he’s that one rich white guy that you can’t help but like because he’s just so damn charming and you kind of hate yourself for it - but then you remember some people genuinely hate the guy just because he looks like a douchebag even though he really isn’t and suddenly you don’t really hate it at all. but that’s the thing with him; people either love him or hate him. no in-between. you’re the former of course. and he feels the same about you too!

he loves spoiling you and not just because he likes flexing his black credit card. he genuinely likes treating you! you’re hungry? worry not, he’s already driving you to your favorite restaurant. you saw a piece of clothing you like yesterday? tell him where the shop is and he’ll throw in some extra accessories for you too! or else.

he can be such a parent to you sometimes though; but you can’t blame him, not when he’s such a family-oriented guy. so when he gives you advice, you better heed it - half of the time, he’s talking from experience! he’s always looking out for you and you appreciate it a lot even if you feel like one of his many little siblings

in terms of physical affection, if you’re comfortable, he does give the occasional hug and hand-holding. he likes the warm feeling of your hand in his (or his hand in yours if your hand is bigger), it gives him a sense of closeness. would give you platonic kisses too if you don’t mind! he can be quite affectionate sometimes so you better buckle up

he’s the type to boast about how amazing and great of a friend you are - as much as you somewhat enjoy the flattery and attention, you can’t help but feel embarrassed. but it’s not like you can stop him; if you try to, he’ll boast you about you even more

“did you guys know that i have the most spectacular and bestest friend in the whole wide world? hey (y/n), c’mere, i need to show everyone how awesome you are!”

he would absolutely be up for late night conversations on the phone about anything and everything. though whenever you text him during your insomniac moments, it takes a few attempts for him to reply. he’d complain how you’re interrupting his beauty sleep but then proceeds to stay up for hours on end just talking to you because, really, who needs sleep when you can chat with your best friend as if the world’s going to end?

even then, every moment with you feels like an eternity for him - an eternity in paradise. though, he wouldn’t mind hell either, as long as you’re with him.

venti

he’s kind of an annoying pain in the ass but he’s your annoying pain in the ass. and you can’t ask for a better pain in the ass because he is the absolute best at it. plus, as much as he’s headache-inducing most of the time, he’s only headache-inducing as he is because you care for him. and he cares for you too!

he loves to tease people by attempting to serenade everyone he sees with that little ukulele of his - and you were one of his many victims of course. you still are! while it’s irritating 85% of the time, when you’re feeling down, his serenades are just what you need to make you feel better. he’d offer you a hug right after and if you wanna vent, his shoulder is free for you to cry on

he’s always inviting you to do and try out fun stuff - so don’t be surprised if he invites you to go bungee jumping next week or skating at the local rink this weekend or attending your favorite artist’s concert tomorrow. wait, tomorrow? oh gosh, he’s always so impulsive with his decisions. you haven’t even washed your favorite outfit yet!

but never fear for venti the fashionista is here! he’s definitely very, very stylish and would not hesitate to become your personal stylist too. he can make even the plainest of black tees work somehow - and so he helps you with that! you can’t even be mad at him for the last minute invite because he’s just too good at it

“and…there we go! you look like a brand new person, (y/n)! in a good way, of course. no need to thank me, hehehe.”

that’s what being friends with him feels like all the time; he makes a bunch of rash and spontaneous decisions but balances it out somehow, you deal with his adventurous nature but you at least get a kick out of it. being with him is simply so freeing and you love it so much. you love him so much

he’d definitely send you random memes and “shower-thoughts” at three in the morning you curse yourself for not putting your phone on do not disturb. you’d tell him to go the heck to sleep but then he continues to spout nonsense and you have no choice but to deal with it because honestly, you don’t have the heart to ignore him. plus, you could use a laugh and him making no sense always seems to work

sleep-deprived as you are, at least you aren’t venti-deprived. that would be the worst thing that could ever happen to you. venti wouldn’t want to be you-deprived either.

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