#i made a bunch of small things but maybe I'll make something big next!

[catjest3r]

Finally new kandi TwT

#i made a bunch of small things but maybe I'll make something big next! #my art #kandi #kandi cuff #ravecore #scenecore #kandicore #y2k #bead lizard #rainbow #rainbowcore #kandi necklace #kandi stars #the stars are for earrings btw!! i put them on some hoops and through my guages <3

[2af-afterdark]

Friend(?) Like Me

Please keep in mind that the game is still not out, so so it is based on a bunch of random headcanons sort of put together.

Content: GN!MC (they/them)/Minhyeok (whb), friends with benefits, the sex is kind of goofy (it's friends ribbing each other), unrequited crush, there is penetration but it is not stated if it's anal or vaginal

They looked best when dim florescent light framed their silhouette like a halo, their eyes were slitted as if they were fighting to keep them open when all they wanted was to close, their mouth was hung open in a series of endless cries and screams, and their hands were pressed against his chest while their ass swallowed his cock over and over.

Minhyeok liked to hold their hips while watching them ride his dick. A small part of him thought they might just float away if he didn't hold them against him in whatever way he could. That, and they could go for longer if he helped them, which he liked most of all.

"You're rough today." Not that he minded. "What happened? Did you forgot to charge your vibe again?"

Embarrassment danced in their eyes, right behind the lust.

"Really? You know I'm not a dildo, right?" Again, not that he minded being their sexual outlet.

"I know, but- Oh~ right there." Their voice shifted pitch and their hips ground down against him. "Fuck! Real dick is the best."

"Maybe I should get you a dildo shaped like mine for your birthday. You seem to enjoy it."

Plus, he could enjoy the thought of them using it when he jerked off. The thought of their legs splayed open, dildo shaped just like his cock glistening with lube as they pushed it deep inside of their hole, mumbling that it was too big but pushing it in anyway (not that they'd ever made that complaint before but it was his fantasy and he was allowed to take liberties), fucking themselves until they came, and then calling him up because all masturbating did was make them miss him... yeah, he would be using that fantasy next time he had to take care of himself.

But it was clear that would remain only a fantasy as their nose scrunched up at his suggestion. "Dude, don't make it weird."

Because riding your best friend's dick, in his bed, in the same house they used to run around playing tag and jumping on the bed wasn't already making things weird and blurring the lines of their relationship. But this was always how they were. At least he was their first choice instead of some stranger.

"Fine. I'll stick to a something normal. Like a pack of batteries."

"You're such a shit." When they laughed, he could feel them clench around his dick and he had to stop himself from moaning for them. "Now, you gonna help me out or...?"

Minhyeok dug his fingers into their hips, gripping them tightly and raising his own to smack into them. Their smartass tongue was silenced by groans dragged straight from their throat. The sound went to his cock, but he held back from ravishing them they way he wanted. Instead, he controlled his pace to one he'd learned long ago made their legs go weak.

"Better?"

"Mhm." They sighed between cries.

"Thought so."

He was as much of a shit as they were. That's why he didn't mind being their dildo for the evening or teasing them about it at the same time he was enjoying the sight of them.

"Fuck you." They finally gave in and collapsed on his chest, moaning against him as their hole swallowed his cock over and over from below.

He smirked, both internally and externally. "If you insist."

He would be glad to really fuck them as much as they would allow until his feelings escaped the tightly sealed jar they were kept in burst out for the briefest of moments when he held onto their trembling body and came because of them. He would pretend it was just sex to him, just like it was for them, but it he would secretly be waiting for the next time they had a craving for the touch of a real person.

#2af writes #what in hell is bad #whb #whb minhyeok

[josnhoes]

For when you are free, KNAK reader asking Savanaclaw to take them to an amusement park. Sincerely, a wolf.

Content warning: Fluff, pure Platonic, some possessive protective thoughts from the guys but nothing alarming. More akin to protective older siblings who say no that's *my* sibling often,

Back home you'd always loved amusement parks, sure you didn't go often but some of your best memories were at them. So when you overheard some classmates talking about going to one this weekend you knew you had a new mission.

You spent the better part of a day thinking who you could convince to take you. Heartslabyul was out, knowing the dorm it probably had crazy rules and you didn't want to deal with that. Octavinelle you didn't trust the fish mafia not to cause issues. Scarabia was a good option but you figured Jamil was already swarmed with work and keeping Kalim on a baby leash in such a big place wouldn't be fun for him. Ignihyde? No Idia would never enjoy such a crowded place. Diasomnia would be fun but maybe a bit too much for the park goers *other* then you.

So obviously Savanaclaw was the way to go. Leona might be a bit hard to convince, but he was key as he was the one who'd bankroll the trip. Jack would be easy; he adored you and making you happy especially if you asked for things that made for a normal childhood. Ruggie would agree of he wasn't paying for anything plus it would mean basically a day off.

You started with the dormleader. No point in asking Jack and Ruggie until the trip had funds. If he said no you could always set up a lemonade stand or something.

Leona knew you were up to something, it was written all over your small face. There was also a little pep in your step as you walked up to him.

"Can you take me to an amusement park?" You looked up at him with what he could only assume was your best pleading face.

Obviously if he took you he'd need to bring the wolf and Ruggie, "And be around a bunch of screaming brats all day? No thanks." He wasn't heartless and had a soft spot for you, but he had to act like he was going to say no.

"Please big brother Leona? I *really* wanna go with you and my savannaclaw big brothers." You knew he loved being call big brother. Being the second and last born he was the family's moody baby, so being the big brother was an ego boost. Especially since you called his brother Mr.

"Fine but I'm not waiting in any lines so we're getting fast passes." Or the fast pass plus thing.

"Thank you thank you big brother you're the best!" You beamed up at him before darting off to get the other two involved. He would deny the fond fuzzy feelings he got from seeing you so excited.

Jack you didn't even have to really ask. "Jack! I got Leona to agree to take us to an amusement park! You're coming too right?"

He couldn't help the soft smile and the way his tail wagged at how happy his youngest pack member was to do something like a normal kid. "Of course." His smile only grew as you cheered and ran off likely to invite Ruggie.

Ruggie was a wild card. He was used to kids pleading for things. So your only hope is it being free and paid for by Leona would entice him...it would and you knew it.

"Ruggie!!" You ran to him only to trip as you got closer. Luckily the beast mam grabbed your shirt before you met the floor.

"What's got you so riled up?"

"Will you come with me to the amusement park?"

He frowned, "No can do kiddo, I don't have the money for that and neither do you." He felt a little bad denying you.

"You don't have to pay I got Leona to agree to pay!" You beamed up proudly.

"You did? Maybe next time you can ask for a bit more shihihihi. Alright I'll go You know I can't say no to spending Leona's money."

And just like that you had the perfect trio ready to go to the park now you all just had to pick when.

#knak au #twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader

[scholastic-dragon]

Personal Heater

Warnings: hellboy being hellboy (sex jokes and language) and spelling mistakes

Summary: Stuck together on a mission in Alaska, you and Hellboy are forced to stay in a cheap hotel. With the temperature steadily dropping and no other option, you use Hellboy as a personal heater.

Word count: 1k

The wind howled around you. You yanked up your jacket for the fifth time in the last 3 minutes as you trudge through the snow covered street to the inn.

In was an old building that was barely visible in the snowstorm. The windows were covered in frost and snow but a warm light shown out of them and onto the street.

You grunted pulling the big door open, a small bell ringing above your head. You stomped your feet on the worn welcome mat and shook the excess snow off your shoulders.

"Welcome, dear, anything I can help you with?" A kind looking old lady sat behind a chipped desk across from you.

You nodded and gave your best smile, wiping at your red nose.

"Yes, I would like a room please, just for tonight," You approached the desk, rubbing your hands together in your mittens.

"Yes, let's see here," She pulled out a pair of reading glasses and scanned a large book in front of her. Mumbling as her finger traced over the worn and weathered pages. "I have an extra room, on the first floor, just down the hall."

"Perfect, I'll take it,"

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Trudging down the worn carpet, you found the door and unlocked it. It was a small room, the bed was a full size with two matching nightstands.

You sighed dreadfully seeing no fireplace or heater.

You closed the door, locking it behind you and went to the far window. It took a few tries to lift it all the way, but it finally went.

You stuck your head out and looked around, trying to find HB.

"Y/n!" He formed right in front of you, covered in snow and shivering. You quickly moved out of the way of the window and allowed him to crawl in. It was a tight squeeze, but he made it in.

You quickly shut it behind him as he brush snow off of himself. He looked around the room as you removed your scarf and mittens.

"Not bad, not bad," He murmered, rubbing his hands together.

"Yeah, I got it for a steal too, unfortunately it doesn't have a heater or fireplace,"

"Or another bed," Hellboy pointed to the bed, your eyes widened as the realization hit you.

"Shit," You mumbled, covering your face with your hands. "I knew I forgot something,"

"Easy, babe. If you wanted to get in bed with me, you could've just asked," He sauntered over to you, with his arms open and his classic smirk.

"It wasn't on purpose!" You shoved his chest, he didn't move which made you more upset as you walked past him.

"Oh, come now, don't get your panties in a bunch, we can make this work,"

You rolled your eyes and set your gloves and scarf on the nightstand. Next you removed your boots, setting them against the wall so you wouldn't trip on them.

You debated on your jacket, but the snow lef ton it had started to soak into it, making it wet.

That left you in your work pants and shirt, uncomfortable, but it was thick fabric.

You pulled back the large duvet and quickly climbed in, sighing when you felt how thick the sheets were.

"Going to bed already?" Hellboy mused with a smile. He hadn't removed any of his things, instead he lit his cigar.

"It's almost midnight, HB," You roll your eyes.

"Yeah, but don'tcha wanna stay up for a bit, maybe talk a little," He gently nudged your knee with his hand, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

"Shut up," You groan, rolling onto your side, facing away from him.

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About an hour later, Hellboy had joined you, you felt the bed dip and groan from his weight as he layed next to you.

You were curled up, trying to get some warmth but it wasn't working. Eventually your body started trembling and shivering, Hellboy glanced at you and gently tapped your shoulder.

"Hey, y/n?"

You simply hum in response, not wanting to move.

"You okay? You're shaking?" His large hand rubbed soft circles on your shoulder, his hand was warm.

"I'm cold, it's freezing,"

"We could snuggle, that might warm ya up,"

"Shut up,"

"I'm not playin' around," You could tell by his voice he was being sincere and not making more sex jokes. "Come here,"

You felt his hand slip under your body and wrap around you. Without any struggle, he pulled you flush against his chest.

"Better?" His voice was soft, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Yeah, a little," Your heart was racing, suddenly the cold didn't matter, only how close he was to you, how tenderly he was holding you.

"You sure? You're trembling," He commented, looking down at your small form in his arms.

"I'm okay, just..." You squirmed a little, wanting to see his face. You turned to face him, seeing now that he wasn't wearing a shirt. "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" The disdain was thick in your voice.

"Don't need it, I'm my own personal heater."

"Whatever," You shake your head and snuggle up against him. Laying your head on his chest as his arm wrapped around you, holding you close.

His hand drew gentle shaped on your back, slowly lulling you to sleep as you warmed up.

"I could get used to this," You mumbled sleepily into his chest, eyes closed.

"What, snuggling or the cold?" He joked, feeling his heart skip a beat at your response.

"Us,"

"Us?" His voice falters, he's sure he misheard you. Why would you ever actually want someone like him? He knew he didn't actually have a chance with you, this was just banter.

"Yeah. Us. I want there to be an us,"

"You must be really sleepy, you're saying things you don't mean," He meant to have a joking tone, but it only comes out as sad.

"I wouldn't be snuggling with you like this if I didn't like you, Red."

His heart beat faster against his chest, he pulled you closer to him, kissing your temple and hair line with a large smile.

"You mean that?" You nod and hum, wrapping your arms around his waist and chest and holding him tight.

"Wait, was the one bed an actual accident or did you do that on purpose?" He peered down at you, laughing softly, seeing you had conveniently fallen asleep.

He placed another kiss to your forehead, before resting his head against yours and closing his eyes.

#hellboy #hellboy x reader #hellboy imagine #hellboy headcannons #one bed trope #romantic #fluffy

[buck1eys]

Eddie comes round to fix Steve's fuse, and one thing leads to another with the help of a little music

One beer had led to another, and he'd been blissed out on the sofa with his Walkman on and Duran Duran playing on loop when the doorbell rang.

Steve started from his slump and looked at the clock. By the dim blue twilight coming in through the kitchen window, he could read the clock as just gone six. He crept over to the door and looked out. To his surprise, it was Eddie Munson, stood there with a toolbox.

“Hey, Eddie.” Steve opened the door. “What's up?”

“Harrington. Good to see you big guy. You want me to fix your fuse?”

“Oh, yeah, thanks man.” Steve hoped it wasn't too obvious that it Eddie had completely slipped his mind. It was too late to do anything about the beer cans now, so Steve waved him through.

His mother's manners kicked in like a reflex. “Can I get you a drink?”

“Sure, water's fine, or,” Steve heard Eddie chuckle. “You got another beer?”

Steve dug one out of the chest freezer. The girl who worked Thursday nights at the liquor store had had a crush on him for years. He came into the other room and saw Eddie playing with his Walkman.

Eddie pulled a face. “Carnival? Really?”

Steve rolled his eyes. “I'll show you where the fuse box is.” Eddie wasn't listening. He was rummaging through the giant toolbox until, with a shout of triumph, he dug out a tape of his own. Then he took out an extremely battered boom box that must have been taking most of the space, and flashed Steve an evil grin.

“Consider this a night of education, Steve.”

The music was horrible, but Steve listened as politely as he could as Eddie took a bunch more tools out the box until he found the right screwdriver.

“My weapon,” he grinned, flourishing it. “So, Henderson says you've been dishing out life advice.”

“God that kid has a mouth on him.” Steve probably wouldn't have been so candid if he hadn't had pretty much the whole six pack, but his head hurt and he was still anxious as hell and, to be perfectly honest, the last thing he wanted was to make small talk with Eddie Munson right now.

To his surprise, Eddie seemed to appreciate his bad mood. “Tell me about it. That kid thinks he knows everything, and he's barely out of diapers.”

It was quite nice, it turned out, to talk about the kids to someone who just knew them as kids, not allies in an epic and frankly terrifying battle against supernatural forces of darkness. Eddie did the fusebox pretty quickly, but the conversation was still flowing and Steve gave him another beer. When the tape ran out, Eddie let Steve choose the next one.

It wasn't much of a choice, Steve hardly recognised any of the names, and in the end his choice was made for him as he picked the only one without a skull on it.

“Oh, shit, this one's Wayne's.” Eddie laughed over the rim of the can. “The Boss, not very metal of you Steve.”

“Maybe your uncle has better taste than you do.” Steve said. He hoped he was right, he knew the songs that got on the radio and liked them well enough, but so far Bruce Springsteen had just been background noise to Steve.

It was pretty good. It was really good. It was, quite possibly, the best thing Steve had ever heard, or maybe that was the beer talking. Still, the pummelling chorus of the first song, the anxious hush of the one about a girl called Candy, and the bleak fire of the final song stoked something in Steve's soul. When the A side ended with a click, the two of them sat in silence for a minute.

“Wayne like this album. Says it's like Bruce wrote it just for him.”

Steve nodded. He was worried he'd say something clumsy and break the moment. The uncomfortable fizz of nerves he normally felt when Eddie was around had been mellowed by the music and the beer into something almost enjoyable.

Eddie glanced at the clock. It was almost nine.

“Alright Steve, it's been real. Maybe Dustin was right, you're not so bad. I mean... a Harrington into Springsteen, who would have thought.”

Steve felt the sting of the comment, and the sadness that Eddie was leaving, and wondered why he cared.

“You can borrow the tape if you want. Second side's better, if you'd believe.”

“Are you sure?” Steve asked. “You've already fixed my fuse box.”

“Yeah, just drop it back when you come get Max. God knows Wayne's got every song the guy's ever written, you're basically doing me a favour.”

Steve pocketed the tape and followed Eddie to the door. It was very dark in the hallway, night had long since fallen. He wondered if the tape was Eddie's way of saying he wanted to see Steve again, and the thought made him bold.

“Thanks, I owe you one.”

“I suppose you do, king Steve.”

“What do I have to do to get you to stop calling me that.” There was something below the surface of his words. They were doing a familiar dance now.

Eddie's eyes were very wide in the darkness. He stepped closer, almost as if he were squaring up to Steve.

“You've got a way to go, your highness.”

Steve could smell him, cigarette smoke and denim and damp, and the peanut buttery smell of weed the clung to his hair. Eddie let the toolbox fall, and the electricity that had been bothering Steve all this time zipped up and hit him like a lightning strike. Everything was darkness. He put a hand on Eddie's chest and could feel his heart stumbling towards something.

And then Eddie kissed him.

It was soft and rough and bitter, the same action he'd done a hundred times with a hundred girls, but it had never felt as terrifying as this. Eddie kissed him, and Steve kissed him back. Then his brain caught up with his body and he panicked. Eddie gasped slightly as Steve pushed him away.

“What are you doing?”

“I...”

“Eddie?”

“Steve?” His voice sounded so goddamn hopeful. He stepped forwards again and tried to kiss Steve, but Steve pushed him away, harder this time. Eddie stumbled and hit the counter.

Steve put his hand out to steady him, already feeling a rush of guilt.

“Sorry man, I just... what just happened.”

“No. Don't worry, it's cool.” Eddie's whisper sounded a little hysterical. “I'm just gonna, I'm gonna go... okay?”

Steve nodded, as though he was talking to a caged animal. But as Eddie bent down and picked up the toolbox without taking his eyes of Steve, it was as though he thought it was Steve who might snap and break at any moment. Then he turned and fled down the fire escape with a clatter of boots.

Steve was left alone in the darkness, with his blood buzzing and a thousand questions on his lips.

from my fic a promised land

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #steve harrington x eddie munson #*mp

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Ghost Story - Chapter 9

Pairing: Rooster x Female OC

Word Count: 1407

Warnings: Swearing

Summary: No one will miss a ghost. It'd been a running joke for as long as anyone could remember, something Ghost herself started, and she always said it with a smile on her face or with mirth in her voice. The untouchable stealth pilot in every sense of the word, no one could've predicted the depth of her turmoil over recent events, nor the extremes she would go to in order to protect the man she loved, not even those closest to her. Now, all that was left of the young aviator for Maverick, Hangman, and Rooster were the memories of the past, which would slowly fade with time. She'd come into their lives and made an unforgettable impression, and then, like a ghost, she was gone... Then again, ghosts can't die a second time.

Notes: The chapters/parts in italics are flashbacks. Also, I know I used Melissa Benoist as Juliette in India Lima Yankee but I really love her as an actress okay...

Chapter Songs: Anti-Hero Hate My Heart

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Ghost

"No, absolutely not," Bryn declared, snatching the dark blue dress out of Ghost's hands. "If Penny's parameters were for you to not wear black and white, I'm not letting you choose another dark color. You're going to wear something that makes you shine."

Ghost groaned. "But-"

"But nothing!" Bryn grasped her friend's shoulders and said kindly, "I know you don't like having your clothes bring attention to you, and I'll help you find something colorful that you're comfortable in, but you have got to spice up your wardrobe."

"Fine, fine, I'll look for something else." Ghost returned to the rack, digging through the dresses and fighting her natural instinct to try on the black and white dresses. She couldn't even choose silver, having checked with Penny earlier.

COLOR! She had texted Ghost. I want to see you in color!

Bryn saw the message, too, and took the instructions to heart. She picked out a few dresses for Ghost, mainly bright blues, a couple of light greens, and a red. That last one Ghost knew she would say no to. She could maybe work her invisibility magic with the blues and greens, but red acted like a beacon for attention, the last thing she wanted. Ghost already felt out of place at the dinner despite Penny's declaration the pilot was as much a Dagger as the others, feeling that would garner her attention as it was.

Finally, after an hour and about twenty dresses to try on, Ghost entered the changing room and got to work. She tried on the ones she picked out first but was dismayed when none flattered her. They were either too short, too long, too small, or too big. It didn't help that the ones she did like had no more sizes within her range to try on, so Ghost moved on to the dresses chosen by Bryn. They were much brighter than the ones the pilot picked out, but they annoyingly fit her much better. Ghost realized she might've been sabotaging herself with the outfits she'd chosen as a subtle way to show Bryn that the colorful dresses weren't working and to let her go for the dark ones, but her best friend knew how to dress Ghost.

"What about this one?" Ghost inquired, stepping in front of the tri-fold mirror. It was the second to last dress Bryn had picked out, and if this one didn't work out, it left the red one, the very dress Ghost didn't want to try.

Bryn studied the outfit, her nose scrunching. "It's cute, but it does this weird bunching in the back. I don't think it's made well. Next one."

Shit... With a defeated sigh, Ghost returned to the changing room, slipping out of the blue dress and into the red one. The moment she put it on, she knew it was all over. It fit perfectly, it looked incredible, and it made Ghost stand out. Guessing Bryn's reaction wouldn't be difficult.

"Oh. My. God!" Bryn exclaimed, mouth dropping open when Ghost shyly stepped outside. "You look amazing!"

Ghost admired the dress in the mirror. The design itself was simple: plain red fabric for the bodice that hugged her curves, delicate lace sleeves, a low scoop neckline, and a sweeping open back. 

"Please tell me you're going to get that," Bryn said, staring hopefully at her friend through the mirror.

Ghost pulled the sleeves over her fists, staring at herself. "I don't think I have much of a choice. It's the only one we've found in this entire mall that fits me."

"There's always a choice." Then, kindly, Bryn added, "Ghost, if you're not comfortable in it, talk to Penny. As much as she'd love to see you in something other than white or black, I know she'd want you to be comfortable."

"I already promised her I'd wear color. I'm not going to go back on my word."

Bryn came to stand next to the mirror, leaning against the wall. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course."

"Why don't you wear color? You look stunning, especially in red, and if you wore dresses like that all the time, you'd knock men dead."

"Outside of it being easier to do laundry? I like being able to blend in with the crowd. I like having escape options because as much as I enjoy being with friends, if I'm uncomfortable somewhere, I like being able to slip out without anyone noticing me. When I wear color, especially outfits like this, that tactic all but disappears."

"Not everyone misses when you've disappeared."

"Yeah, well, a few people, like yourself, have developed a sixth sense for my presence. The majority of people miss me, though. After all-" she offered a sly smirk- "No one misses a Ghost."

"I do. I missed having my best friend around, and I know others miss having you around, too."

Ghost frowned, confused. "What do you mean?"

"Rooster talked to me about having dinner with you, said he hasn't seen you much, and wants to catch up. It's not hard to figure out it's because he misses you."

Damn it, I didn't think he'd actually ask her about it! "I don't know why. We see each other every Saturday at dogfight football, and we run into each other at Penny and Mav's all the time since I'm helping Penny redecorate."

"I think he wants to hang out with you away from the Daggers and Benjamins."

"Would you be okay with it?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because while I know you trust me not to do what that Brittany bitch did with your ex, I didn't want you to even have to consider it happening between Rooster and me in the first place," Ghost said, trying not to think how she essentially had done what Brittany did. Even if Rooster and Bryn hadn't started dating yet, Ghost still knew he was about to go on a date with one of her friends, and she still slept with him. How despicable could she be?

"I trust the both of you. Carole and Maverick raised Rooster right, and you have unwavering loyalty and morals," Bryn pointed out. "You two can hang out whenever you want. I'm not worried."

Ghost noticed the expression on her friend's face and said, "I know that look. You have a question."

"It's nothing, and I don't want to sound rude or nosy asking it."

"Talk to me, Kazansky."

Bryn bit her lip and hesitated for a moment. "I know you've only ever dated Hangman, but with how close you and Rooster are and the way he talks about you, I'm just curious: did anything ever happen between you two?"

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Abort mission! Abort mission! "No," Ghost said firmly, guilt flooding her veins and filling her bones at the lie. "We've only ever been friends, and that's all we'll ever be. We've been through a lot together, and he's been there for me at some of my lowest points. That's why we're so close. Although remind me to tell him to cool it talking about me around you if the way he's doing so is making you think there was something between us."

Bryn chuckled. "It's fine. It's entertaining to hear the stories about you two. I find it funny how much you two fought when you first knew each other."

"God, we were always at each other's throats," Ghost remarked, going back into the changing room to hide her flaming cheeks from Bryn before she noticed. Ghost removed the dress and slipped back into her black jeans, shirt, and boots, relief and comfortability settling in with the familiar, neutral clothes. Stepping back outside, the dress draped over her arm, she said, "Let's go to the register, and then I don't know about you, but I'm starving!"

Bryn lit up. "Does that mean you're buying the dress?!"

Ghost rolled her eyes but smiled. "Yes, it means I'm buying the dress."

"I deserve a medal for this accomplishment, honestly. Come on-" Bryn looped her arm through Ghost's- "let's go before you change your mind!"

Laughing, the two friends strode off, but deep down, the guilt gnawed at Ghost's conscience: You're a terrible friend. You slept with your best friend's boyfriend, and rather than tell her the truth, you lied to her. You're no better than Brittany. 

And all Ghost could think in response was a grim: I know.

***

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Chapters: Chp 1 Chp 2 Chp 3 Chp 4 Chp 5 Chp 6 Chp 7 Chp 8 Chp 9

#top gun #top gun maverick #fanfiction #fanfic #top gun fanfic #top gun fanfiction #tg #maverick #rooster #hangman #phoenix #bob #coyote #fanboy #payback #halo #fritz #omaha #harvard #yale #charlie #ghost #ghost story #winchester #bradley bradshaw #top gun 2 #iceman #penny benjamin

[porkcracker]

Au-dventcalendar

"Advent Advent mein Soulmate brennt"

A Transformers Soulmate Adventcalendar

Day 12

Ship: Rung x Swerve

AUs: Hoard, Merformers

Swerve loses his chronometer and finds his soulmate instead. Who also found his chronometer, what a lucky incident.

Lost Light was one of the most impressive colonies around. The reef and connected cave system are home to a truly chaotic bunch of Mers. They didn't all get along all of the time, but they were still a close-knit community. One of the most popular places to hang out was Swerve's, a bar owned by the Mer Swerve.

Swerve was quite happy to have so many others in his bar almost all the time, especially considering he enjoyed talking and joking quite a lot. Thus, he had more people that would listen to him for some time. Not that he wasn't aware that he was annoying most of the mers.

However, currently, he wasn't at his bar for once, but swimming along the edge of the reef, optics glued to the ground. He was looking for something that he could use or that would peak his interest just the right way. So far, he had had no success, but the small Mer was confident that in time he would find something. At least he would assume so; the things found here would fit quite well into his collection, and he still had hope that, if his collection was just big and nice enough, his soulmate would actually consider staying with him.

Seeing as the water around him started to get darker, Swerve decided to stop for the day and continue his search next cycle. He turned around and swam back towards the inner part of the reef, where his cave was, not noticing that he had lost something as he did so. Upon reaching his cave, Swerve decided to sort through his collection and once more try to guess who his soulmate was with the help of the collected items. He carefully laid the items out on his table. So far, he had collected a piece of very pretty orange coral, three stones with unique forms, two things he couldn't identify from a ship's wrack, a book about ways to calm someone down, and a bell.

While Swerve would have loved to know who his soulmate was, he couldn't deny that it was also quite fun to try and guess who it was just with the collected items for clues. So far, he had no clue who his soulmate could be, making him assume he had not yet met them. Before he could dwell on it further, he was interrupted by someone knocking at his entrance. Swerve needed a klik to react before calling out an enthusiastic "Come in."

As his guest slowly entered, Swerve needed a moment before he remembered what the pretty mer was called, which made him feel quite bad. "Hello Rung, what can I do for you?" he asked while swimming away from the table and closer to the orange Mer. His head tilted slightly in question.

Rung turned to look at the other Mer, and Swerve couldn't help but wonder what he would look like without his glasses. A small smile on his faceplate Rung reached into a bag he had with him and pulled out a chronometer: "I think you lost this, and I thought it would be better to give it to you sooner rather than later." The bartender blinked, surprised, before accepting the chronometer. "Oh thanks Rung, I didn't even notice I lost it. Well, obviously I would have looked for it, but maybe then I wouldn't have been back already, and I'm not a fan of being outside on this dark of a night. I don't assume you are either, so it's even nicer of you to give it back now instead of next cycle. So thank you very much. Where did you even find it? I guess at the reef edge is the only place I was today. That's kind of far away. I hope you didn't have to swim too much extra because of me- no? That's great, really. Do you want anything in return? I could make you a drink. Wait here, I'll be right back with one for you. Get comfortable. " With Swerve talking at a mile per hour, Rung was unable to get a word in, but he still tried to assure the smaller Mer that he hadn't been bothered by the extra swim way or bringing him his chronometer.

On one hand, Rung didn't want to intrude further, but on the other hand, he thought it would be rude to just leave now. So instead, he slowly swam deeper into the cave and looked around with thinly veiled curiosity. As he reached the table, he took a seat, before taking a closer look at the items placed on it. Rung was fascinated with most of the items, he had to confess, the book and the clipboard especially. Inwardly, he asked himself where Swerve even found these things. It itched in his servos to get a closer look at the book, but he wasn't sure if Swerve would be offended by that, so he kept his servos to himself.

"HEY, what are you doing over there?" came the question from behind him, and Rung cringed inwardly before quickly trying to calm Swerve. "I'm sorry, I was just looking.", Rung apologised, after a brief moment Swerve placed  a shell glass in front of him and scratching behind his audial-fins replied. "Sorry, it's just that this is my collection and I get nervous when others are around it, you know? You can look if you want. I'm not even sure what two of these things are, but they aren't for me anyway, technically, so I don't think that's all that important. I like the coral through, it's pretty.", there was a twinkle in his eyes as he picked the coral up and held it next to Rung, "Look, it has almost exactly your colour. ". The moment he said that, he clicked his mouth shut and looked away as a blush warmed his faceplate.

In retrospect, Swerve could agree that both the coral and Rung were very pretty. He was now only waiting for the other Mer to awkwardly accept the compliment and then leave. Rung blinked a little, surprised, before the words settled in fully and he too started to blush. No one had ever complimented his looks before. "Thank you, Swerve. I'm sure your soulmate will love your collection. I at least would. It's clear that you care a lot. If you don't mind, where did you find the book?", Rung asked, in hopes of distracting Swerve from his embarrassment.

Instead, a thoughtful look grew on Swerve's faceplate before he suddenly seemed to realize something. Swimming closer until he was right in front of Rung, he started to talk again: "You're my soulmate, Rung. It makes sense. The coral is exactly your colour, you like my collection, and the items are all things you think are interesting or like. And you're also super pretty and smart, which makes you like the perfect soulmate. So it just really makes sense.". Once Swerve was finished with his word swall, Rung couldn't help but agree. It did make sense, and thinking of his own collection, Rung could see Swerve liking it too. 

#advent calendar 2022 #transformers #maccadam #swerve #rung #swerve x Rung #hoard #merformers #soulmate au #day 12

[voluminous-violet]

V, The People (so probably just me) gotta know: what are your Fallout faction takes. Just Generally I mean

Oh really? This is a fun question I really wasn't expecting but I'll take it!

So we're gonna start with my most controversial take probably and then work randomly from there lmao

Brotherhood of Steel: Ok I'm gonna be honest I REALLY like the BoS a lot, in almost all of their depictions, minus like fallout 4. I think it makes a lot of sense that some former military types would go nuts with trying to prevent the over use and reliance on old war tech and take it way too far while also being over the top sanctimonious about it. I also like that there's small pockets of Brotherhood who seem to realize that they're in a much better position to help people and actually try makes them a more dynamic faction. I'm ok with them being a more lawful neutral faction of not really giving fuck, rather than the big bad monsters like Fallout 4.

NCR: Boy howdy is this faction a cluster fuck of "Guys hear me out we have REALLY GOOD IDEAS TRUST ME" and then fucking up everything nonstop. Probably one of the most realistic factions in terms of wanting to do good but being so far up their own in bureaucracy and self importance that you get basically all of their problems in New Vegas. They WANT to be lawful good but end up being neutral good mostly.

Followers of the Apocalypse: Probably the only faction that has an idea of what they want to do and ACTUALLY gets it done even if it's on a smaller scale than they would want. One of the few factions you can openly say you're part of and not get shot on site by someone lmao.

Caesar's Legion: Oh noooo the bastard clan is bastards??? Yeah I'm not a fan, though I do like the touch in the writing where you hear reports from places the Legion has conquered talking about how like "Life sorta sucks but there's a sense of normalcy at least?" Like no one says they're GOOD but some at least appreciate the safety it brings. It's a nice touch in my opinion to give the player that absolutely TINY moment where they think "MAYBE I could hear them out" before seeing all the crucifixes and immediately ignoring anything they say.

The Enclave: Ok so I'm glad they're basically done with, but I wouldn't mind hearing that there's like tiny squads scattered across the wastes trying to keep the factions ideals alive. Honestly, I wish they weren't in Fallout 3 because I think they would've made a GREAT foil in Fallout 4 for the next faction...

The Institute: Ok so this was actually the final faction I sided with in my playthrough to get the platinum trophy in Fallout 4. I usually LOVE the super high tech factions and the neat futurism they bring, I mean ffs I'm a BoS simp, but god is there just... almost nothing redeemable about The Institute? They literally just do things because they can and think the rest of the world should just go with it because everyone is lesser than them? And don't get me started the synth debated because that's something that really shouldn't have even been a thing but HERE WE ARE I GUESS.

The Minutemen: Honestly just... why are they here? I know they're supposed to be the Yes Man for Fallout 4 in case you fuck up literally everything else, but they're just SO BLAND. Preston is annoying, Mama Murphy is just there to make the game easier for new players, and the rest of them have like no character beyond angry, depressed, or mechanic.

I know I'm leaving a bunch off but this is getting long winded so if you agree, disagree, or want a specific faction mentioned, just send another ask!

[treefory]

The cat meets someone new

Working through the past

CHAPER 4

Chaper 3 here

Chapter 1 here

Cash wiped his eyes, The music was giving him a headache. He stood at his post next to the bar. There wasn’t a fight tonight so cash got to work upstairs in the club.

He watched drinks being served. Making sure none of them got spiked. He saw people drinking and having fun with each other, something he hadn’t done in a long time.

He leaned up against the wall and pulled out his phone.

11:40pm

Cash put his phone back in his pocket with a small growl. His replacement was meant to be here ten minutes ago.

A tired sigh escaped his maw. Tomorrow was Sunday. The thought of sleeping in tomorrow made him even more tired. But now he had plans on Sundays, buying groceries for two and seeing Shelby.

Cash flinched as he felt someone tap his shoulder. He couldn’t hear them coming, the music was too loud. They wore the same uniform as him.

“Ay, you can go on break now.” They said

“Thanks.” Cash said as he walked off.

He walked around the dance floor. The loud music and flashing lights made his head throb. In the wall behind the DJ booth was a white door. He took the keys he had in his pocket and opened the it.

The bright light of the break room hurt his eyes as he walked in and looked around for a place to sit. Most of the tables had people sitting at them so he sat at the emptiest table he could find. He rested his head in his paws. He shot a glance at who he was sitting with. He was nothing he had ever seen before.

He had a canine-like head with ears shaped like pointy half circles. His fur was a warm brown with a cream colored mouth and Spots covered his face and neck.

But his most notable feature was his hair. Thick red hair sprouted from between his ears and ran down his neck into his shirt

Cash looked at the papers he had in his paws. They were lists of things. Vodka, water, tequila, etc. just a bunch of drinks with costs next to them. All the papers looked like this

The guy wrote in a notebook, seemingly taking notes of everything

What are you? You don’t look like a wolf. Too big to be a fox… what are you doing-

The guy looked up, meeting Cash's gaze.

Shit, was I staring?

Cash quickly looked away, embarrassed. “sorry.” He whispered.

The guy chuckled “it’s okay.” His chuckle was weird. It was a throaty sound that didn’t Match his raspy voice.

His voice… It was so familiar.

“I’m a hyena, if that was what you were wondering.” He continued.

“Oh. I've Never met a hyena before.” Cash mumbled

“Heh, I get that a lot.” He smiled “I’m guessing you're a leopard?”

A leopard, something cash was often mistaken with. It was wrong of course. “No, I’m a jaguar.”

“Ooooo, never met a jaguar before!” He said as he looked at another one of his papers

His voice, where was it from?

Cash fiddled with his paws. Should I ask? He looks busy with all his papers. Meh it wasn’t important anyways.

“Oh! Weren’t you one of the security guards in the basement the other day?”

“Oh, uh yeah.”

“I saw you break up that fight. You're fast!”

Cash’s ear twitched “You were there?”

“Yeah! I was the announcer. Didn’t you hear?”

“Oh that was you?”

“Uh huh! It's probably a one time thing tho…”

“Is That’s not your job?”

“Nah, I’m an accountant.” He said as he held up His papers. “You think they would hire someone just to talk over the speakers?” he asked, not a hint of spite in his voice

“Uh, I don't know.” Cash shrugged, feeling a little stupid

He pulled out his phone and opened a note app.

Lettuce, apples, pork…maybe some fish? Cash thought as he typed. He typed slowly, always correcting his spelling.

His grocery list was coming along well, But his headache wasn't going anywhere. He rubbed his head, letting out a small groan as he did, catching the attention of the hyena.

“You okay?” he asked

Cash rubbed his eyes “yeah, im fine.”

“You don't look fine.” he said as he put down his papers.

Why don’t you mind your business?

“It's just a headache, I'll be fine.” Cash mumbled.

“Oh you should rest then.”

“can't, I have stuff to do.” Cash groned

“Like what?”

“Budget stuff.”

The hyenas yellow eyes lit up “budgeting? I'm good at that! I can do it for you if you want.”

Cash raised an eyebrow “For free?”

“Sure!”

Cash handed the hyena his phone and put his head down in his arms. He watched him as he quickly typed. Cash wasn’t taking his eyes off his phone.

“Why are you doing your work here? Don’t you have like, an office or something?” Cash asked

“Oh yeah I do. But my manager doesn’t want me there. She said I talk too much, so I come to the break room to work and talk with whoever I can find.”

I see where she’s coming from

“Ah, okay.”

“So what’s your budget?”

“Right now, most I can do is 150$”

“For all this? Heh heh, don’t worry I’ll figure something out. A lot of this stuff you can get from a farmers market, that’ll save you some. Hmm, but the meat you can just get from a supermarket.”

“…”

“Oh! I can also price everything and tell you where to get them. So the lettuce is gonna be that and the chicken…” the hyena trailed off into a whisper. “What kind of lettuce do you want?”

“Romaine.”

“Alright… heh, you don’t talk much, do you?”

“…”

The hyena chuckled as he kept typing.

The sound of him typing everything was so calming. Cash’s ears focused on the sound and slowly began to drown out the loud music from outside. He ran his fingers down his arm, they felt soft and warm to the touch. He nestled his face into them. The room slowly became dark as he closed his eyes

“Done!”

Cash jumped as he quickly opened his eyes. “Huh?”

The hyena laughed, flashing his huge teeth in a toothy grin. “I’m done budgeting your groceries for you.” He handed him back his phone

Ugh, Did I fall asleep? In public?

Cash took back his phone and patted his pockets, making sure no one had taken his wallet or keys. Thankfully, everything was still there.

Cash felt his eyes widen as he scrolled through his notes.

Wow. Everything is priced and labeled. Damn, he even said where to get the stuff and what brand.

“So after you get everything your total should be around 90$ - 120$. It varies depending on the weight of some items but it should all fit within your budget.”

“Huh, I didn’t expect you to go into so much detail, thank you.”

Cash glanced at the time. It was 12:00 am

“Oh, my break is over.” Cash said as he stood.

“Thank you uhhh… what’s your name?”

“Hena!”

Cash cocked his head “Hena the hyena?”

“Yeah…” Hena sighed. “Obviously I didn’t choose it.”

“I’m Cash.”

“It was nice meeting you, Cash!”

“You too!” Cash gave Hena a gentle wave as he walked out the room.

Cash wiped away the small smile he had on his face, not wanting anyone to see it.

He stood back at his post. His headache wasn’t gone, but he was feeling a bit better. The thought of having his grocery list planned out was nice.

He folded his arms as he leaned up against the wall.

Hena… talks too much. Nice guy though.

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#original chracter #gay ocs #original writing #gay writing #gay romance #gay love #lgbtq #furry oc #trauma #therapy #slow burn #angst #hurt/comfort #romance writing #furry #oc story #writing with pictures

[the-firebird69]

We're looking forward to a couple of events one is the sinking of the bunkers the second is the install of the second wall at lake Superior the first one had hardly any customers literally is like 20 trillion and only 10 trillion tried something and that was it. For the crab attack I'm trying to get people ready. They're going to go up that way tonight with big ships haven't been up there with a huge ones last night they went up with up to three mile but they don't really do it that much it's only a small crab attack every time tonight they're going up there with four Mile chips probably about three each River when they come down it's going to play a lot of those skeletons out I'll be about 1/3 which is a lot and it'll attract the ton of them probably up to half mile those are gigantic and those May attract more and more and make pile up but I don't think so I think a bunch of them will die in the rest will sit there and they'll get removed and they won't come in small ones will come in and much it all out it's going to get captured every few minutes and there won't be that many left at that point. A couple other things once this happens with the four Mile ships it won't it will bring a bunch of fish in we don't think it's going to be enough for Bobby McGee and Forrest Gump but it will show you what it's like there's going to be 2/3 of the skeletons left and bja has a bunch of heavy stuff to grab and I'll probably do it tomorrow night because the shaking is pushing everybody out and the stuff is all disappearing and he thinks the big stuff might disappear and there's a bunch of it it's about 200 pieces at 20 miles it's going to take several trips by 500s about four trips and plans on going up and down it's going to create torrential rain all over the place and it's a nightmare and it's going to pressurize the river and harbor and the river has not had any muck excavated and there's no tobacco field which is ridiculous the lake oh has been excavated about half of it and by bja who has a huge crop it's Giant and it's south of the lake and it's probably really towards the south of Miami and then you go Weston about 10 miles before the asteroid. Is a 5x5 patch with tobacco his first harvest is will be this week we think and a sunset if any of it's mature you should go in and see if it's any good and harvest a bunch of cigars or so today he's looking for mature plants and found a few maybe about 20 acres and he said I'm going to do it and it's perfect and it's tanning it and his processing and by tomorrow he'll have cigars I need to smoke a little bit of it kind of raw it's a way to tell he said it's kind of ready only a few of the plants in a certain area so you check the mix and he said what is this it's different you said it washed down and we didn't use enough so that you can sprinkle it up there it's in Rose so he said you gave machine cuz it's in Rose and it was oh yeah so he went and he mixed up more and the piles almost gone and he put it in there and he said you have to put like a ridge or something every four things but then again it's going to all gather right there and then he said this I suppose you're right about something you almost have to terrace it or it flows off..... So he took his tractor and he made another field and he terraced it it's only about 10 acres he said it only takes a few minutes and he can aqueduct it and stuff and it's going to work so he decided to do that on the next field and it's plowing now it's like 10 by 10 it's a huge one cuz he knows it works so tonight is going to go get Muck

Started rampaging and DC and New England and Trump is now pushed out and small and it worked

-here in punta Gorda the police the sheriff is down to 125 and they're holding and they couldn't get rid of more the police heard about 40 and they couldn't push them out and we talked about the public workers and private and other than that it's not time going on except Trump to get in indicted. You're thinking about when to hold the trial a lot of people think it's in a month but you have to wait and see I guess there's a lot of stuff going on in a lot of things are getting beat up and a lot of BGA we're kind of loud they're only 3% of the population now they got the living s*** kicked out of them they're still in leadership roles and they're in the media it's disgusting the biggest f****** weekly f***** I've ever seen you're doing stuff with him. Right now we're using them for things we're going to start taking over companies again soon airlines is a big one we started with JetBlue and allegiant and Southwest they're all kind of smaller and rebel type places there's a few more Swiss hair Canada and a couple more but we are in process and what we're doing is we are taking over the airports and they're reassigning them to the islands they cannot handle the pressure all the fact that hardly any of them are flying and they get mad so we're working on it and we're doing okay and we do need people for this duty and immediately same with the gasoline and oil production and processing we need volunteers for the student to sign on for the studio and people to sign up for our military now but we need you to means we need you.

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Zues Hera

Olympus

[maybenotmei]

how would malleus, Leona and Azul deal with their crush baking things some nights and the next day, crush leaves the boys some every single time wrapped up in a box tightly so they will stay fresh? What if they baked some mini buns shaped like lions, dragons or Octopuses/fish as well for once?

hi requestor, was just wondering if youre asking for my thoughts or if u want more arranged headcanons for your requests ^^ i'll do the former for this one, because i think it's cute, really! tell me if you want more arranged hcs though, and if this format is ok for your other azul request too!..... you're feeding into my interest for azul,,,,,,,,,,,

(though there may not be that much of a difference aside from layout...) THANK U BTW TO BUCKETOFFORKS FOR HELPING OUT W MALLEUS !!!!

ft. azul ashengrotto, malleus draconia, leona kingscholar

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for azul, i think he'd be pretty intrigued at first. maybe because he'd see you consult jade about something, head to the kitchen, and go back carrying a small lunch box back to your dorm. it's pretty late at night, so it would make him wonder.

he doesn't wonder anymore after seeing the same lunchbox at his desk the next day, though.

this was the first occurrence of him getting something like this (and azul wakes up fairly early so he doesn't know how you were able to place this here secretly) and after piecing things together he... got flustered

oh my god if you actually confirm you made that cute octopus bun and that batch of rice and octodogs then he would feel extremely indebted to you and he's unsure how to pay back

also he probably would feel hesitant to eat it because it's 1. so cute (cute enough for him to take a picture, and keep it. that's rare for him) 2. most likely made by you .... he eats it anyway and my god it tastes so good?

the next day when he sees you again baking something and then that thing showing up on his desk again? you're just doing too much now— he feels like he's wallowing in debt from how much you're spoiling him with this food (do not take this negatively, he loves how your food tastes)

if you confirm it was you... then he's already thinking of ways to pay you back as quick as possible. don't insist he takes it for free he insists he does something for you as well

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for leona, ....okay listen i don't know much aside from the fact he will eat it without hesitation if he knows it's from you

...what? your cooking is better than the cafeteria's. that's a pretty big compliment because people were fighting for that sandwich in the cafeteria, you know?

he would ask you when he first sees you at night in the kitchen, ask you stuff like "what are you doing here?" but wouldn't push the topic because he is tired and it is 10 in the evening. he would remember the lunch box on the counter though

and well, when that same lunch box arrived at his nightstand warm and fresh despite it being made hours ago, he... appreciated it?! i'm sure he has the guts to ask you to make more, since he's assuming you made it (damn, good guess...!) but not right now

your lion-shaped bread tasted the best though.

ruggie's thankful he doesn't have to fight for his life in the cafeteria anymore thanks to the secret person....

requestor im sorry i barely know anything about leona 😭

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you... gave malleus food?

wow, i'm.... uh... honestly he doesn't know how to react either. like sudden food in his place? sounds nice, i wonder who did this (he probably knows you did it because you weren't slick with leaving the lounge wrapping something up at 10pm)

he would show up to the lounge holding the bunch of food because he wants to show it to the rest. lilia and silver would probably have a look at it and sebek is panicking very loudly because what if it's poisoned and malleus consumes it and suddenly he had failed to protect the young ma-

oh. he's fine. he took a bite. he liked it. it's not burnt at the bottom, and it's very well-baked. the dragon-shaped bread had some vanilla filling, which was nice.

the same thing repeats every day, though. you bake something, leave it at malleus's room (how did you even get inside?) or by the lounge addressed to him, the rest are in awe, sebek is worried, malleus enjoys it. you're... secretly thankful

when he does find out it was you who made it...

"child of man(?), did you make the bread? thank you 🙂" (he wishes you'd make some more)

okay this was difficult 😢 i'm not super familiar w malleus so im sorry :,,,,)

#twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader

[marvelsbanner]

Part of a Team

Summary: Wanda is the newest Avengers recruit and she’s having a hard time finding her place in this new life- maybe she can find it in you?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x y/n, you

Warnings: Brief mention of death and blood, minor language (if you squint theres kind of compromising situations? nothing outright sexual)

Word Count: ~2700

A/N: Reblogs, likes, and comments are VERY much appreciated, all mistakes are my own! xx 

**I don't own marvel and if I did Natasha would be alive**

Something was wrong. You were just in Strucker’s lab- just on the trail of one of the enhanced twins. The alarms were going off around you and your boots clanged on the metal floor- before you froze in your place, a red haze overtaking you and suddenly you were thrown into the daylight.

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You felt tingles run through your veins and down your spine; your head throbbed. You felt vulnerable, seen. What the hell is going on-

You’re in the forest, you think. No- there are rocks. Big rocks-

Focus.

No, not rocks. Graves. Gravestones. Where the hell are you?

You drag your heavy feet over to the nearest, it takes a moment for your vision to focus.

Who’s grave? Who’s grave? Oh god.  No no no- this, this can’t be-

Natasha Romanoff.

You felt like throwing up. This couldn’t be real. You dragged yourself to another stone situated nearby: Clint Barton. Beloved husband, father, and friend.

It felt like you couldn't breathe, you were just there with them. You were just there.

Your body jerks as cold hands grab your shoulders and spin your body to face them-

Steve.

You throw your arms around his neck, “STEVE! Oh god Steve! You’re okay- you’re.. cold” you feel something wet and sticky on your hand, pulling it back and seeing red. So much red.

“Steve..” you quickly stumble back, tripping in the process. It’s then you see- it’s too late. His body was grey and lifeless. He falls onto his knees and then collapses totally. You scream and scramble backwards, head hitting another gravestone in the process.

You turn to face it, to read another name of one of the team members you’ve come to call family- but it's not one of theirs. It’s yours.

It’s your name. A graveyard for the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes.

Suddenly your body jolts and you take a sharp intake of breath- your ears are pounding. Everything hurts. But you see her- the enhanced. She’s looking at you with a look you can’t describe. It’s not fear, it’s not anger.. Pity? Empathy? You can’t look away from her, the glowing red eyes capturing you as their prey.

And then there was black.

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A few weeks later and you’re back at the tower. Things have changed- the entire world has changed, really. The battle opened up new doors- literal new doors to new realms- that the world had previously thought impossible.

The team had expanded, with Steve’s friend Sam joining the team, as well as Vision, the synthezoid that helped the team to defeat Ultron.

There was also her.

Wanda Maximoff was one of the enhanced twins from Strucker’s experiments, you eventually learned. It was voluntary, but after learning about her backstory you think you would have done the same in her place. 

She lost her brother- Pietro- in the battle and she took it hard. She didn’t come out of her room when she could help it. Clint was rather protective over her, maybe it was the fatherly figure coming out of him- maybe he was feeling guilt over being the one Pietro sacrificed himself to save. Either way, he was able to get her out of the room a few times and get her to eat. Vision also struck up a strange friendship with the girl- but then again, Vision was easy company, and rather empathetic for a synthezoid.

Everybody took a hit from when Wanda messed with their heads, some more than others.

You didn’t talk for a week.

Didn’t even talk with Clint’s kids when they wanted to play with you.

You didn’t hold it against her. She proved what a valuable asset she was to the team as she fought alongside the group. She did what she thought was right at the time, and that’s not something you could hold against anybody.

Ever since the Battle, Wanda has been staying in the Avengers facilities with the rest of the group, an official Avenger, but you could tell she was still uneasy around the team. She only talked when she was directly talked to and didn't come out of her room but for a few times a day for food and training, sometimes not even then.

And then there was you.

She seemed to avoid you like the plague. You weren’t even sure you two made eye contact for the entire first few weeks she was there.

At first you thought she just didn’t like you, that something about you rubbed her the wrong way, or something you had done had offended her.

But it was her eyes that gave it away- the same soft look that she gave you right after exploring the deepest and darkest parts of your mind that day at Strucker’s lab. She knew from the second it happened that she had hit a deep nerve, and she would continue to give you that damn look every time she thought you didn't notice her.

But you always did.

You couldn’t help it, the way you were drawn to her. She reminded you so much of yourself before joining the team, broken, and alone in your head. You wanted to know her. You wanted to be there for her, be someone to her, you didn’t want her to keep walking on eggshells around you.

And so, you told her.

You found her in the kitchen late one night. She was wearing flannel pajama bottoms and a garnet tank top with a plain gray robe overtop. Her hair was a mess, roughly shoved into a ponytail and her hands were cupped around a mug. She was blowing on what looked to be dandelion tea, and as you got closer the fragrant earthy smell confirmed your suspicions.

She looked adorable.

And slightly startled to find you alone with her.

“Evening” you said as a greeting as you made your way to the counter top.

She gave a tight-lipped half smile with a timid “Hi” before going back to blowing on her tea. She made a slight movement that looked like she was going to try to slip away before you continued,

“You did really well in training the other day. Cap can’t give you enough praise” you say, taking a seat on one of the counter barstools.

She looks puzzled for a moment over your attempt at small talk before getting out a “Thank you.”

You both stood there in silence for a moment, just looking at each other, feeling the air grow thicker with each second ticking by.

“I like the pajamas” you say with a small smirk. You yourself were still dressed for the day in your leather jacket and black jeans. You could have sworn you saw flush creep up her neck before she swallowed it down with a sip of her tea.

There was another silent moment as she gave you a quizzical look, “I don’t quite understand what’s happening here.” She says with a vague hand gesture to the space between them.

You gave a slight chuckle, it was very on-brand for Wanda to be straight to the point.

“Look, Wanda,” You rotated your body on the stool to face her more comfortably,

“I see the way you look at me when you think i’m not looking. You avoid me at any given opportunity, I actually think this has been the most words we’ve exchanged in your whole time living here.”

She raised her ducked head to look you in the eyes and gave a small shake to her head, “I don’t understand.”

You don’t break eye contact, but simply offer a small smile as you reply “I’m not afraid of you, Wanda. And I don’t hold anything from that day against you. All is forgiven, and I would like to move past that. I understand you believed everything you were doing was for the right reasons, and the only thing that it shows me is your dedication and loyalty to a greater cause. Even if it was the wrong one at the time.”

She looked shocked, to say the least. Her mouth slightly opening and closing as she pondered what to say in response.

“You all should be afraid of me. You see the chaos I’ve created and you think you know what I can do,” her voice caught before she continued, “But the truth is I don't even know what i'm capable of. I don’t belong here.” she says softly.

You give a sad smile before slipping off of the stool and moving closer to her.

“We all thought that, at one point or another. We’ve got a whole freak circus here, we’ve got more baggage than Delta flies in a year- that's, that's uh, an airline. My bad.” You elaborate after she gives you a puzzled look, holding back a smile at your stuttered explanation.

“Aaand I ruined the moment.” You give a small chuckle, before continuing “But my point still stands. Nobody belongs here more or less than anyone else. We’re all just here, that's the truth of the matter. We’re just a bunch of unlucky misfits trying to figure out how to work as a team. Just give it a try, and maybe you’ll find you fit in better than you imagined you would.”

At some point during your speech you had moved close enough to take her hand, and you look down at it now, blushing before going to move it away.

Before you could, she gives your hand a squeeze before moving in to place a gentle kiss against your cheek.

“Thank you, y/n.”

And with that she slips away to her room, leaving you alone with your racing heart and her lukewarm mug of tea.

-

The next morning you found yourself awake bright and early for another morning training session with Nat and Steve- but you had a guest this time.

“Wanda” you greeted, which she returned with a timid “Good morning.”

“I’m glad you could make it” you say, sincerely.

“I decided to take your advice.” She replies with the smallest smile pulling at her lips.

The two of you stood there for a moment, just taking each other in before Steve cleared his throat, “Alright, we should get started then. Wanda, I'll spar with you to start. Nat, you take y/n. Try not to kill each other, please.” He said with a humored smile.

You make your way towards the corner with Nat on your heels. She gives you a quizzical look with a raised brow, glancing between you and Wanda. You roll your eyes and shake your head, only responding with a pointed “Later,” before your legs sweep under hers and an arm wraps around her torso, flipping you both to the ground and landing with you on top of her.

“Using my own move against me, that’s a low blow y/n.” You both laugh, and you barely respond with a “I learned from the best” before she wraps a leg around your waist and grabs your wrists with one hand, flipping you over and pinning you to the ground. She winks and replies “Damn right you did.”

It went like that for another half an hour, the two of you going back and forth battling for the upper hand. Natasha was the one who had trained you since the beginning, and you could almost say you were near her equal now. Well, you could at least give her a run for her money in a spar.

The two of you were panting and glistening with sweat, cheeks flushed from the exercise when she gave you a mischievous wink and called out to the other two, “Hey grandpa, I think I’m done getting my ass kicked by y/n for the day. I want someone easy, come spar with me”

If looks could kill, the look you were giving her would have the assassin dead on the floor.

Steve only looked amused, grabbing a towel to wipe his own sweat as he responded “Bring it on, Romanoff. Try not to break anything, though. I’ve been told they want my bones for the Smithsonian” Nat rolled her eyes and gave a pointedly fake laugh before they made their way to the other side of the gym, leaving you and Wanda alone.

“Hi” you greeted. She responded with a small smile and a “Hi” in return.

She looked as though she were still catching her breath, the rise and fall of her chest was noticeably fast and her face was still adorned with a glisten of sweat and pretty pink flush.

The same flush you saw from her last night, standing in the kitchen with the dim light around her.

Oh God you were in deep now.

“Nat and I were just wrestling around, hand to hand combat kind of stuff, but I see you and Steve were boxing so it's up to you what you’d like to do.” you say quickly.

“Well.. I do have this,” She waves her hand to show her flicker of red powers “for missions, so I don’t think I really need that kind of training.” She says with a smirk, “But I admit, you seem like a good teacher. Maybe.. some basics?”

She was pushing it. Pushing at this, the same way you were pushing last night. Alright, maybe you could run with this.

You give her a teasing smile, “Alright then. We’ll start slowly. May I?” You ask, reaching out for her, but not quite touching.

“By all means” she says, and you can feel the familiar flush creeping up your neck again. You release a puff of breath and shake yourself out of your thoughts before stepping closer to Wanda, and in one fluid motion you had one leg behind hers, your left arm resting against her upper chest and your other at the small of her back, pushing her flush against yourself.

You could hear the small gasp she let out, smirking to yourself.

“This is a simple take down, easy to get out of, but good for beginning. Now i'm just gonna pull you down as slowly as I can-”

You bring her left leg out from under her and carefully let the two of you sink to the floor, leaving you straddled on top of her and pinning her arms to the ground. The air suddenly felt a lot warmer.

You meet her eyes, breath hitching as you feel her pulse quicken beneath your touch.

You clear your throat and begin again, “Like I said before, it’s easy to get out of, but you want to keep the element of surprise. Use your opponent's body weight against them, if you can twist your wrist to slip it out of their grip and use your hips to to flip-”

Before you could even finish she had you pinned beneath her, wind knocked out of you from the impact.

“Like that?” she said, looking down at you through hooded eyes, thick accent teasing- flirting?

You were suddenly very aware of your close proximity and compromising position- flush against each other with her hips straddling your waist; close enough to feel her rapid heartbeat. 

“Yeah- that was- that was good” you sputtered out, barely able to hear yourself over the rapid beating of your own heart. Or maybe it was hers- you aren't sure you could tell the difference between up and down right now.

She gave a proud smirk and opened her mouth to say something before a certain synthezoid floated through the gym walls, clueless to the moment he was interrupting.

“Mr. Stark requests a team meeting and would like you to meet him in the conference room.” He said simply before turning and leaving through the wall again.

Wanda gave you a look that seemed to say we’ll finish this later and moved off of you. You missed the heat of her body immediately.

She offered you a hand up and you gladly took it, the two of you walking side by side in silence to the meeting, shoulders bumping and small smiles shared between you two as you think to yourself that maybe you could get used to this. 

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Reader Who Likes Giving Gifts

reno x gen!reader and rude x gen!reader

a/n: these are the only two that i'll start with since i could kinda grasp at their personalities!!

also this is where reader gives acts of services to them

(love reno with his friend pitbull😔🤟)

Reno

a man who clearly is a big baby, acts tough but is a huge child that wouldn't pay attention if you asked him to sit down

he teases you for how clingy and affectionate you are but you keep him grounded cause you know he wanted more

please compliment this man nonchalantly and innocently! eventhough he knows you're putting on an act and clearly knows what you're doing, why did it suddenly get so hot for him and why is his heart racing?

he cursed you out everytime you do that and tbh don't care about it, stick your tongue out at him and doubt he won't chase you around

you're always buying little trinkets and things for him and he fully appreaciates it, i hc him to be a biggest simp with the most cliche act of acting unbothered and makes fun of you for it

but make sure to make fun of him when he starts going on his little rants in the shower about how cute you are and don't wet the towel when you throw it at him when he forgets to bring it in the bathroom and when you're shocking him

going home to reno just kicking back and relaxing with the tv on and the fan on blast when his shirt crumples on the floor.

because of summer, he's just fanning his shirtless self and questions how you can go out with energy to buy your stuff.

"i'm home!" you greeted where he greeted you back and you breathed in when the summer heat sinks in and you rushed in the kitchen for drinks, yelling from the kitchen if he wanted soda pop or coke.

you crawled onto his lap and place the freezing can on his cheek and he hisses at the cold sting and he does it back to you with your can and you played around a bit with the drinks.

after fighting with him a bit, you shift in his lap constantly made him groan cause he wanted to watch tv but your head was in the way so you flopped over and placed your head on his chest. he tries to ask what you've been up to and you told him that you bought him something.

"lemme guess,, flowers?" the quirk of his eyebrow didn't match his confused expression afterwards when you said yes and carefully pulled out a bunch of different flowers from your bag and walked over to him.

you told him the flowers reminded you of how pretty he was, second due to you being the first (imagine with sparkles around you when you place your hand under your chin) but he stilled, his eyes closing slightly to your compliment which he obviously turned pink to

"geez how cheesy can you get?" he huffed and you pinched his cheek and kissed his face all over and countinued on with your speech an explained how every flower matched his description, which how hot summer was for the both of you, the cheese defitenely was melting as reno pestered in every pause of breath from on how predictable you were.

this was a battle of trying to compliment him and him shutting it down by making fun of you, if he didn't enjoy your comments then why was he turning more pinker with every sentence you threw at him? defitenely not the summer heat.

Rude

when he starts noticing all the little notes you leave, he would cover half of his face to hide his blush

you would sneak in notes whenever you go by his office at lunch and slip them on his table when he's busy talking to you while filling out papers with his head down

you thought he wouldn't notice with how much they're piling up, well you did it on purpose since he didn't bring up about your notes

(poor him, he appreciates it but he's just too shy to admit how your flowery language about loving him was a little too suggestive!)

you would so hide it in sneaky places but he hasn't said anything after you have left two so you 'hid' it in hideous and obvious places

just like any normal day, it's time for you to place more sticky notes and maybe a small lunchbox for him to enjoy

he excused himself in the middle of your small talk with him because he had to go somewhere

you quickly left the lunchbox and notes on his table when the doors swung shut, directly on his papers cause you were done with the ignorance. feeling giddy about the whole thing, you skipped on out of the office.

a firm thumb on your forehead shocked you out of your state and you tried to yell at the person but a familiar sticky note was falling off your forehead as the poor excuse of the glue quickly exposed rude who was tapping the floor with his foot.

you opened your mouth, also shocked at the audacity that this man have for even wanting an explanation but he shuts you down with a finger to your lips and you tilted your head in confusion.

"a-ah um." he was flustered! you almost screamed at how adorable he looked right now, you picked up the note that you wrote and it was doodles of you and him and a lot of 'i love yous' and you cooed at his bright face.

"cmonn rude! you couldn't possibly be that sheepish to all my messages!" you held his face and his tough facade was falling apart and if he actually broke out of it, he would litterally shake with how you close the distance between him and you rubbed his face with your thumbs while staring at his tender eyes trying to look elsewhere to not break.

"beat it lovebirds, not infront of the office" reno karate chopped both your heads lightly and slipped a hand through the space of you and rude to push you two apart to walk into the office to do his bussiness and boy, were you two embarassed.

rude excused himself with a dry cough right after he gives a peck on your lips and you rocked yourself back and forth because his reaction was one to remember and you skipped on out there to.

"sooo what happened back there?" rude did not respond but he broke down, rubbing his face, you'll forever be the death of him, right next to reno (maybe)

bonus

you slide into the elevator right after rufus and tseng entered and hummed quietly to yourself, settling in the comfortable silence.

rufus whistled out of nowhere to get your attention (as well as tseng) and you swiftly turned your head back to him to pop a question to him but he commented before you could.

"tone down the displays of affections, your man is having trouble in the office because of you" damn did that made you sputter.

#ff7r #ff7 x reader #ff7 fluff #ff7 fanfic #ff7 headcanons #reno x reader #ff7 reno #reno of the turks #rude x reader #ff7 turks #rude ff7 #final fantasy x reader #final fantasy fluff

[bonnymori]

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠

Word count: 1200+

Contents/Warnings: (1) Fushiguro Megumi x gn!Reader (2) Classic training but no fighting scene I apologise (3) A... dirty humor joke? (4) Idiot in love cough cough (5) Laidback romance, this may become a pattern on my fanfiction :3

A/N: Hello, I introduce myself as Hara! This is my very first written piece! I would like to apologise for any typos, english is not my first language; that being said, I hope this works out alright! :)

It's around mid afternoon, the sky painted in a vibrant blue with multiple clouds scattered around, Fushiguro recalls having started training right after lunch; he politely declined Maki's suggestion of training together, it wasn't about strength or fighting hand to hand today, the struggle was his shikigami. Lately, he's been having problems over teamwork - before, he thought such a thing was impossible, since all of the shikigami were under one will alone, being his. Yet the amount of times the divine dogs have bumped into eachothers, sometimes Nue would simply skip past the target, not paying attention to it at all.

Or perhaps, he himself was to blame. Fushiguro likes thinking about you, more than he'd admit, but now it's starting to distract for real. That's what he need, to think of you- I mean, concentration! And maybe, new group attacks, that would do nicely, too.

He's been beating a tedious dummy for a hour and half now, maybe more. After managing to make up a combo or two, he sits down on the grass, just to breathe for a moment. Breathing is nice, he observes as the divine dogs go slack like their owner, now playing around with one another rather than chewing the dummies stuffing. His black and white snake is watching the banter between the canine shikigamis, tongue coming in and out just like a real snake. Nue settles upon the dummies ragged body, eyes closed- peacefully enjoying sunbathing. Fushiguro had no idea they were so lively until now, now he knew why people constantly asked if they could pet his shikigami.

He glances down at the frog supporting his arm, it's like they enjoy just laying on grass, just breathing like him.

"How many buddies out! Are you training today, Fushiguro?"

At the sound of your voice, you bet his lips casually turn upwars in a casual yet small smile. Kugisaki saw it from distance once, says she it's almost a robotic response.

"Yes, I'm training their cooperation." Fushiguro replies, swiftly getting up. He notices the frog from earlier making a beeline to you, as if to say hello.

So you crouch down and pets it briefly, smiling at the small creature.

"That ought to be hard, specially with a innefective dummy." You approach its remains, chuckling at all the stuffing and cloth scattered around. "Make me your target instead!"

Say what?

"I uh, come again?"

"I'll do the running and dodging, it's much practical this way!"

He has trouble accepting that, even if it's true. You mean more than an ally on his heart, and besides, that's some Itadori-level-recklessy. So he groans, slightly irritated and obviously, worried for your safety. "You'll get hurt."

"Don't we get hurt everyday? Even if there is an accident, I know you'll call them out and help me quickly, you notice things fast."

He does, Fushiguro would help you in a heartbeat- probably faster.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, lash out on me!"

Putting 'lash' and 'me' in the same phrase got heat rising on his ears, but he complied nonetheless. "Just letting you know, I'll stand here and the shikigami attacks."

You protest. "Wouldn't it be better if you fought among them?"

"For today, I'd like to focus on their compatibility only."

"Oh, got it! Next time we can work on the latter option then!" Next time. He wants there to be a next time.

Even though you're the one troubling his mind in battles, he's head over heels. He remembers when it all started, your relationship is basically pools worth of quality time. You came along with Itadori, tangled into the mess back in Sendai. Strangely, Fushiguro clicked with you even faster than Itadori- your collected personality was a great factor, even though you are just as cheerful as the cherry boy.

"You're spacing out, what's up?"

Fushiguro's gaze snapped up to meet yours, realizing his mistake. "Ah, nothing, let's start." His hands folded as your guard rose, so it begun. If you noticed his lame excuse, you didn't comment about it.

The ravenette was pleasantly relieved how easily you could deceive and dodge his attacks, his shikigami may leave a tear or two on your clothes, that he didn't have to worry about, because they're easily fixable. Naturally, the toughest for you to dodge was mostly his snake, sometimes Nue would surprise you from above, nothing you couldn't handle. He started intensing up using the combined attacks, and immediately noticed your faltering steps, earning a bruise on your calf. Although neither he or you stopped, adrenaline rushing through veins nonstop.

You somehow finished training with a bite mark over your forehead, not deep enough to be worth worry. The instant your bodies came to slack, his shikigami ran to you like little children lost in a supermarket. At this point, it was pratically multitasking, to pet both demon dogs while trying not to run out of breath having Orochi wrapped around your midsection. Megumi flushed over the affectionate antics, knowing they were a manifestation of feelings within himself.

Now, you and Fushiguro are spawled on the training field, neither showered, coated with sweat sticking to your clothes, but it didn't matter much.

"I never realized, just how many cursed energy do you have? It's surprising how many shikigami you kept our for this long time." Fushiguro heard you shifting to sit up, and followed you up.

"A bunch." It was not a creative nor informative answer, but you took it in with a smile on your face anyway.

He watched you get up to fetch a drink, careful to not trip over the shikigami also scattered around -- Fushiguro always 'forgot' to put them away next to you.

You handed him a strawberry yogurt box, the same drink also sat in your hands. "Well then, why are you spacing out so much these days? You can be honest with me."

'She's oblivious enough, I'm in need of advice, it's convenient.' So he thought, figuring if he disguised it enough, you wouldn't be able to tell. It's not a big deal if you did, though, saves time actually.

"Something's on my mind, and it troubles me during fights."

"Simple, you can just come in terms with it."

He glanced down, "Why?"

"The sooner the better, when you accept something, it comes at ease on your mind. I'm a hundred percent sure it works!" You gave him a thumbsup, slurping on the pink drink.

"Such faithful source."

"I'm sure it does! The thought keeps coming back because you're denying it, am I wrong?"

Not really, no. Fushiguro wants to keep it as friendship for the sake of your both careers within the jujutsu world; he knows it's dangerous, yet a part of him just wants to say 'fuck it', like if he had the guts to. The ravenette thinks it's a way too much generic way to describe what he feels, but it's the easiest, so he goes with it anyway. The back of his brain fears rejection, part of the reason why he hasn't made a move yet.

"I'll try it out."

"Good!" And you're always supportive no matter what, to the point it charms him more and more everyday.

For now, he's okay keeping it platonic. But, when the day after tomorrow comes, he just might confess.

#fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro x reader #megumi+fluff #megumi x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu megumi #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x you

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◟𖥻 ♡⃕ ៹ ·˚ ༘ ◡̈ she wasn't you ཿ remus lupin

▰▰▰ pairing(s): young!remus lupin x fem!reader, young!james potter x fem!reader (platonic)

summary: remus realizes that he was looking for y/n in other people

warning: a little jealousy ig, probably some grammar mistakes since english is not my first language :)

a/n: this is my first post and is honestly such a mess, I didn't even know what I was writing half of the time but I really liked the result so here ya go!!

words count: 1868

slightly inspired by this scene from secret admirer

ㅤㅤㅤy/n had always loved hogsmeade, especially in snowy times, there was something about the town that used to made her very happy and excited about the days they were allowed to visit the place. However, that saturday morning she wasn't as thrilled about the trip as always, and she was even willing to stay at bed all day while her friends went to have fun.

“cmon, you never miss an oportunity to go to hogsmeade” pleaded james while the girl covered herself with blankets up to the neck

“y'know what they say, there's always a first time for everything” she shrugged.

“is this about remus?” potter ventured to ask, making the girl freeze in her spot.

“what about remus?” she asked back, trying to act nonchalantly, the boy raised his eyebrowns at her in pure disbelief.

“I know that you know that he has a date, y/n/n” he said cautiously, waiting to see the reaction of his best friend, who hid further under the sheets as a response

"really? didn't know, guess people find out new things every day huh” she kept acting like she didn't know, like that wasn't the reason she was in bed at two in the afternoon, but she was a pretty bad liar and the way james knew her, probably better than anyone, didn't help at all

“listen to me y/n, I know that you fancy him and I know it's been like this for a while but this is probably for the better” james sighned, sitting on the edge of his bed, where she was laying with the covers covering most of her face “I love moony, and i'm very happy for him, but you deserve more than being sad in bed for someone that doesn't see how amazing you are”

y/n poked her head out of the covers, a very little smile crossing her face as she extended her arms towards james who quickly understood and took her in his own arms, hugging her and stroking her tousled hair with a smile. she felt safe, she always felt safe being with james, as if her worries were silly and there was nothing in the world that could hurt her.

“I still don't want to go to hogsmeade” she mumbled, her face hiding in the crook of his neck “I appreciate what you're doing for me, really, but I just want to sleep and forget about all this, just for today”

“then I'll stay with you” james replied, laying down and dragging y/n with him, determined not to let her go.

“but you should go, you deserve some fun and peter and sirius are waiting for you, you guys probably had a lot of plans for today.” she babbled, shoking her head.

“I'm pretty sure they can survive a few hours without me” james insisted and y/n knew he wasn't going to give up.

“can they? 'cause I bet sirius would die after fifteen minutes without you” she said jokingly, closing her eyes with a smile peeking out of her face as she heard james laughing

“he can figure how to survive just for today, I'm not gonna leave you alone drowning in your own misery” he joked, but the determination was clear in his voice.

y/n didn't bother to reply, knowing he would keep insisting, James Potter was for sure stubborn as hell and once he had proposed something, it was impossible to get the idea out of his head. So she sighned and, without talking more, she made herself comfortable in his arms, her eyes still closed as the world began to disappear around her and a feeling of peace started settling in her chest as the minutes passed slowly.

“shut up, you're gonna wake them up" sirius' voice flooded y/n's ears, followed by the sound of a door being opened

"no need, you already did" replied peter watching at the bed where his two friends were laying.

indeed, y/n began to slowly open her eyes while letting out a small yawn but remus was too frozen in his place to even react to that, a very strange feeling hitting his stomach as his head replayed over and over the scene his own eyes had witnessed seconds before; y/n laying on top of James, her face hidden in his chest while the boy hugged her around the waist, both of them fast asleep over the messy sheets.

“hey guys, how was hogsmeade?” she said, releasing herself from james's grasp to sit next to him, a tired smile crossing her face as she watched the other three marauders.

“it was pretty boring withou-” peter's sentence was left unfinished and the words lost in the air as remus spoke above him.

“we spend the whole afternoon looking for you two” he looked angry and y/n's tiredness disappeared quickly, being remplaced with surprise at the actitude of the boy.

“the hell's happening?” muttered james, his voice sounding sleepy as he narrowed his eyes at his friends

“we can ask you the same question" replied remus bitterly “did you even think how bloody worried we were?”

“moony what the fuck, It wasn't a big deal, we just fell asleep.” james was still half asleep, maybe too much to deal with the situation.

“you know what, prongs? I just remembered we bought a bunch of stuff from zonko's” sirius was fast to intervene, walking towards potter's bed “why don't we go watch it? I thought we could think of some way to use them”

before james could even respond, sirius lifted him completely out of bed and dragged him to the door, james tripping over his own feet while trying to walk on his own as peter didn't waste time following them. y/n got up too, with the intention of following them but sirius quickly closed the door before she could even get to it.

she understood the message very clear, exhaling before she turned to look at the only boy left; remus put his hands to his own face to hide behind them, letting out an exasperated sigh. the girl approached him quietly without saying anything, the two of them falling in a silence for some very long minutes.

“what happened to you?” she hesitated before asking, eyeing him with discretion.

“do you like him?” the answer was obviusly not expected by y/n, who seemed to have been taken by surprise “I mean james, do you like him?”

“what are you talking about?” she laugned with disbelief, but when she saw how serious remus was, she sighed “of course not”

“it's you who I like, prat” she wanted to tell him, but she bit her tongue just in time not to let go of anything that she would regret later, falling silent as she watched remus nooding slowly with his head.

“why do you care anyway” she questioned instead, crossing her arms under her chest.

“you two are my best friends, of course I care” y/n felt the disappointment roll her stomach at the answer. That was not the answer she was expecting.

“how was your date?” she quickly changed the subject, even though a part of her didn't want to know the answer.

“oh great, yeah, she's great” He rambled on, glancing at y / n sideways before speaking again “but...”

“but...” she encouraged, biting her lower lip while looking at the floor.

“but...” remus hesitated, scratching the back of his neck as a million thoughts ran through his head “she was great but she wasn't you”

she quickly raised her head, allowing remus a view of her tear-filled eyes but she didn't care about that, her biggest concern was the way her heart was starting to beat fast, almost as if it was treatening to jump off her chest in any moment.

“what do you mean?” she gulped, feeling a lump in her throat that didn't allow her to fully form the words.

“she was talking about all those things and she was really interesting you know? or so I thought, because I wasn't really paying attention” he admitted, shutting his eyes for a minute “I wasn't paying attention 'cause the only thing I could think about was that she wasn't you”

y/n had always liked remus, and she really didn't think anyone could blame her for it, was there really something not to like?  Remus was pretty, kind and incredibly charming, he was a great friend, extremely smart and responsible when it was necessary but at the same time he could be so much fun when he was around the people he felt comfortable with.  if anyone thought about the perfect human prototype, then the closest thing to that would have to be remus lupin.

so being there in that exact moment, standing in front of him after hearing what he had to say, she felt all the words get stuck in her throat as she locked eyes with him.

“it just wasn't what I thought it was supposed to be” he continued, feeling nervous as the time passed and there was no response from her “I expected her to be like... you.”

she had dreamed of situations similar to that for so long, she had waited for something like that for years and now that she had remus telling her all that, looking completely serious, she didn't know how to respond and that made her feel slightly frustrated, because she could see the desperation growing in lupin's eyes as time passed.

“I just want you to know that I don't expect you to feel the same, but I just can't keep it all to myself anymore” he kept babbling and was only interrumpted when y/n finally reacted.

and she did the only thing that crossed her mind, approaching him and pulling him by the collar of his shirt to bring their lips together in a kiss that caught remus off guard and he only reacted seconds later, realizing that everything was real and not just a product of his imagination; his shoulders relaxing as he raised one of his hands to her chin, the other hand resting on her waist. Their lips danced together for a few seconds, fitting perfectly, almost as if they were made for each other and everything around them disappeared, the world stopping its course during that moment.

“I don't like james” she repeated, as she had done minutes before, her breathing was agitated as she rested her forehead on his “I don't like him because I like you, you idiot”

remus smile grew while he leaned to give her a little peek on the lips, only to be interrumpted by a sniff coming from the entry of the room, the two of them quickly pulling apart to put their glances towards the place, only to find three people standing right there, each one with the same smile on their faces.

“well aren't you two adorable?” teased sirius, with a grin on his face.

“you guys seriously don't know boundaries, do you?" y/n asked, only realizing her mistake once she saw sirius smiling even more.

“we siriusly don't”

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Warm to The Touch | {CCH}

→ Summary; it's not often that Chanhee gets sick, but when he does, he's a very big crybaby about it. That, or he really is in as much pain as he says he is—regardless that leaves you to take care of him, and funnily enough, it has its perks.

• WC/genre: 2K of smut + fluff

• Includes/cw: Chanhee being sick and reader taking care of him, no kissies on lips 😔, sub!Chanhee, gn!reader, fingering (m receiving), dick neglection (?), handjobs, brief praise, aftercare

Riding the bus wasn't your favorite thing to do, but it was soothing if you were in the right mood.

Sadly, you weren't. Mostly due to the fact that Chanhee was quite literally blowing up your phone with texts asking how much longer it'd take you to be off the train and on your way with his precious medicine, making you sigh and roll your eyes before shooting him a reply that you'd be there soon, but knowing nothing would calm him down until you were in front of him to prove it.

You can't help but smile.

Chanhee didn't complain much about anything, besides maybe you not helping him with washing the dishes or set the table while he made dinner, but everything else was, at most, a dirty look that softened relatively quickly. Sickness, though, was a whole other ballgame.

He would rant and rave about the tiniest of phantom pains, practically on the male equivalent of his period with the way his mood would get snappy and sour at the slightest inconveniences.

But maybe he really did just have a shit pain tolerance like he'd often hint at. Though it didn't stop you from still being baffled when he'd get a bad cramp in the middle of the night and whine about it until he'd fall asleep again.

Coming back to reality as you glance up to the bus's nearing destination, you stretch lazily and begin to stand, muscles aching from walking all day and back cracking loud enough for you to wonder if other people heard it. The bus slows to a stop before finally lurching against the sidewalk, and you take your leave through the opening doors with an appreciative thanks to the driver.

Almost immediately after you hop down from the steps, a layering of chilly wind washes harshly against your front and the familiar smell of petrichor into your nose, relentless rain droplets against your coat as you begin in a jog in the direction of your apartment. Chanhee must be freezing right now, you think, concern growing even heavier at the visible breaths of air you let out. If he's already got the sniffles, a sore throat, and headaches, he's probably getting worse considering you'd forgotten to turn the heater on before you left.

Stupid mistake.

It takes maybe a couple more minutes, less than it'd take if you were walking like normal, before you're finally at your door, punching in the code for the lock before shouldering it open and kicking off your shoes on the shoe rack. It's cold inside, you can tell by the way your cheeks still feel numb.

"Chanhee! I got your medicine!" Your words echo throughout the hall, spreading out when you keep calling his name as you move farther in; past the open kitchen and to the bedroom door opposite the bathroom.

When you come into the room, Chanhee is still in the bed where he was when you left, but this time, he's sat up, looking at you with hooded eyes and a thin sheen of sweat covering his face. He frowns, "It's about time. While I was here suffering, you were out with your friends. Unbelievable..," he pouts and shakes his head.

With a chuckle and now eased posture, you sit in front of him and set the bag of medicine beside you to check his temperature. He's extremely hot.

"Yeah, well, staying around you while you're sick is enough to drive me crazy so you can't really pin the blame on me for needing to leave. Plus, it's not like you tried to stop me, did you?" You smile at him, standing back up to go run him a lukewarm bath.

"I was asleep!"

"Your problem, not mine!"

___

"Alright, up you go."

"Ah, but my whole body hurts..."

"Too bad, you're sweating a bunch and you haven't done anything to clean yourself yet."

Another tug of Chanhee's hands, and he's stumbling into your arms with a raspy groan at the jerky movement. You pat his back, pecking his damp forehead, then drag him to the bathroom.

"Can you undress yourself or do you need my help with everything?" You half-joke.

"Don't be rude, it's actually hard for me to do a lot of things," Chanhee utters bitterly, but he does manage to pull his shirt over his head, albeit with your help, as well as his pants and boxers before stepping into the water.

"Or maybe you're just fragile as hell and the smallest things have you bedridden for a week."

"Oh my god I'm gonna-"

"Hush, princess, you won't do anything," you find yourself laughing as you lower yourself to your knees beside the tub, folding your arms on the side before resting your cheek atop them, "Just relax, okay? I know you're too tired to argue right now, so let yourself calm down for a couple."

He thankfully doesn't protest, and takes your advice for once; letting himself fall against the back of the bathtub and close his eyes, the sigh through his nose an indication that he's allowing himself to enjoy the water. He looks so peaceful like this. Doll-like eyelashes fluttering against smooth, heated cheeks, and head slowly lolling to face you.

You feel yourself reach out. You know it's happening, but you don't stop it when you run a hand through Chanhee's bangs, then swipe a thumb past his eyelid to trail to his nose, then lips.

He opens his eyes, but doesn't say anything, even if he probably finds it strange. He lets you touch him.

"You're very pretty," you mumble whilst pouring water onto his head using the wash bucket on the back surface of the bathtub. Drops trickle down into mini patterns on his face, and he drags a hand over it to clear them away.

"Even while sick?" He raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at your answer.

You comb the water into his hair to wet it as you nod, "Even while sick."

Chanhee smiles, "So, how was your day out?"

"It was nice. Found a perfect place where I'd love to take you, actually."

"Oh? Where?"

"The bone zone-"

"Oh my god, you're so annoying!"

You erupt into a fit of laughter as Chanhee swats a hand at you, getting some of your shirt and arm wet where you shield yourself from his little attack. You pinch his cheek, flashing a toothy grin, "Oh, come on! That was a good one and you know it. Smooth as ever if I do say so myself."

"Yeah, and you're the only one saying so," He pouts, pulling away from your pinchy fingers and trying his best to hide the steadily growing smirk that threatens to break his face into a smile. Stubborn as always, you see.

"You can leave now," Chanhee gives you a pointed look.

"Alright, alright. I'll be in the bedroom awaiting any further commands, your highness," You shake your head, and make a grand display of leaving the room and him to his own privacy.

Chanhee doesn't take long in the bath anyway, so you knew you wouldn't have to wait long as you fall back against the bed, shifting around until you've made yourself comfortable against the strewn navy covers. You spare a glance out the window pressed against your side; still raining, and still bathed in a silver glow from the blanketing clouds. It'd make you kind of sad, if not melancholic, but you were in a good mood from coming home, so at the most, you were calm.

Calm, even when Chanhee emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam a half hour later, only wearing a pink striped button up pajama shirt and matching bottoms, hands raised above his head whilst he dries his hair with a small towel. He comes to a stop in front of you.

"There he is," you exclaim, looking up from your phone and patting the spot next to you with a mischievous glint in your eye, "C'mere."

"I wonder why I'm hesitating," he says, and you can practically feel the the sarcasm in his words.

"Because hot people make you nervous? Duh."

"Are you insinuating that you're hot?"

That's your queue.

Leaning forward, you grab Chanhee's wrist and tug him into your chest, causing him to stumble slightly, but you catch him and pull him flush against you. A flurry of kisses to his face, excluding his lips, ensue.

Chanhee squirms around in your arms and acts like he doesn't like the affection at first, but a few more seconds of the same treatment prove true to his soft side when he goes limp and begins to giggle at the ticklish feel of your butterfly pecks.

Oh, that giggle. How you loved to hear it; sweet and beautiful like the chime of the prettiest bell in your ears.

You pull him on top of you as you relax against the crevice where the mattress meets the wall, and rest your cheek on the top of his head, humming, "You saying that I'm not hot?"

"Yes."

"Damn."

"Kidding."

"No you weren't."

"Yes I was."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You- Hush!" Chanhee covers your mouth finally and you chuckle against his palm at his feeble attempt to silence you.

You press a kiss to it instead of bickering further, causing him to soften. Just then, you realize something as you touch down his wrist.

"Woah, has your fever not died down at all? You're even starting to sweat a little bit again, too..."

Your suspicions prove true when a closer inspection at the ruddy skin flushed from his cheeks down to his chest and heavier-than-normal breathing indicates that he's still hot, or at least overheated.

"Here," you murmur, already shifting him on his back so you can easily unclasp the buttons of his shirt, "Are you in any pain or is it still just the sore throat?"

"The headache I had earlier is starting to come back. It's getting worse, but that's about it so don't worry, I'll be fine," Chanhee tries his hand at reassurance, you can tell, but it doesn't do anything to stop you from crawling over him to scurry into the kitchen.

"I'm getting you some water, hang on!" You call out from down the hall, making quick work of filling up a decently sized glass before you return to him with some painkillers as well. He barely manages to sit up when you reach him; his face scrunching at the obvious pain that's beginning to hit him tenfold as he gratefully takes the pills and throws his head back when he tosses them in his mouth, chasing them with the cold glass of water you provided.

"Ah, it's actually really starting to hurt...," Chanhee whimpers and at the sound, you slide back into the bed to pepper his face with pecks once again. He's grateful for the comfort, if the way he gently drapes his arm over your shoulder says anything.

"Oh, my poor baby," you coo lowly, feeling the goosebumps on his back that prickle at your tone, "Is there anything I can do to make it better? Did you already take your medicine?"

"Yeah.. still hurts.."

"I can tell," you snort and trail a finger down Chanhee's sternum, looping it back up to flick at one of his nipples. He jolts, and you can't help but give a cheeky smirk, "Even your nipples have taken on somewhat of a hue. I wonder what other places are doing the same thing...," your words would hold suggestion to even the most clueless of people, spoken through lips now slicked with saliva as you roll your tongue across the tinted flesh and lower your head for a taste of his exposed breast.

"Ah!" Chanhee gasps loudly and his fingers find purchase on the back of your head, his body trembling when he arches his chest up into your face, searching for more when his mouth fails to ask you such a favor.

Teasing his nipple with a gentle nip before pulling away to kiss it instead, you caress his narrow waist, "You said it hurts, no?"

"It does...," Chanhee pants and nods as fast as his throbbing head will allow him.

"Where does it hurt most, baby? Tell me," You wet your fingers with a quick swipe of your tongue then reach under his lower half to slide your hand into his shorts, Chanhee helping you by taking one leg out, and glide down the seam of his ass to tease his rim, "Here?"

"Y-yes..!" you chuckle when he huffs and flings both arms around your head, pulling you close into him and meeting your forehead as he grinds down against your digits.

"Awe, look at you..."

And look at him indeed; Chanhee is already a mess before you. Staring at you with those big watery doe eyes of his, and silently pleading for you to continue doing things to his body that has him feeling like bursting.

You give him exactly what he wants.

Pushing your finger into him, slowly due to how tight the fit is, you press sloppy kisses to the underside of his jaw. The reaction Chanhee gives is a familiar one, with sensual lips dropped open to let out a high-pitched moan and legs trembling as he holds them open for you, fighting to not shut his eyes upon feeling you enter him.

"Good," you drawl, tilting your wrist at an angle once your index and pinkie meet the backs of Chanhee's thighs and gently curling your fingers upwards, "Just like that, baby. Is this okay? Are you okay?" Your eyes search his face for discomfort, and though you don't find any, you still your movements.

He nods and nuzzles against the top of your head with his cheek, "Mm-hm. Keep going, please."

You start back up at his polite request, as much as you love hearing him ask for more of something, and begin to drag the pads of your fingers back and fourth alongside his walls until you feel the telltale firmness of his prostate, then start on massaging it.

"Ah!" He emits a short, melodical whine at the burst of sensation now seething within him. It drives him one step from crazy as he scrunches his face and unconsciously slaps at your shoulder in a sort of mid-euphoria result.

You huff out a half-laugh, sitting back on your knees so you can get a better view of what you're doing, "Good?"

Chanhee tries to use his words, but by the way you pin him down to the bed with a palm flat against his collarbone before speeding up your hand, he can only manage a broken sob. It's followed by another of the same needy type, but this time, it's louder and causes your stomach to all but flip at the sound. Chanhee throws his head back, thrashing this way and that to somewhat get away from the overwhelming feeling, but also pushing down against it at the same time; all the while your hand keeps him in place.

"I'll take that as a yes," you jest, mostly to yourself because Chanhee sure isn't listening, then bend down slightly to finally turn your focus to his weeping cock. It's full-blooded from being hard for so long, angry red at the tip and jumping every once in a while, especially when you open your mouth to lick a strip from the base to the head.

"P-please I can't! You're gonna make me cum!" Chanhee rushes to sit up, but you push him back down as soon as he tries. He looks absolutely horrified at being so close already.

"And what's the problem with that?"

"I-I just- I don't want to disappoint you."

"Oh, baby," You take your hand from his chest in favor of jerking him off, which he all but chokes at, "It doesn't disappoint me at all. I find it very hot, actually."

"Plea-ease..! Oh!" Chanhee wails one final time before he lets go all over your hand.

It covers your knuckles, dripping white down the side of your thumb as you keep stroking him to help him ride it out. The orgasm must've hit him hard, you think when you look up to see Chanhee shuddering in time with the aftershocks that zap his body every few seconds, eyes closed and skin dewy with a sheen of perspiration.

"Hey, come back to me. You alright? Does your head still hurt?"

He takes a moment to open his eyes, but when they roll open and find your face, he does something that catches you off-guard. He latches himself onto your front, straddling your lap, and rests his head over your shoulder with a sigh.

"Chanhee, hang on a bit, my hand's still dirty and I need to clean you up-"

"In a second. I'm tired."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Mm, I don't feel like talking right now."

"... You are such a handful."

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