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[cheriladycl01]

Ghost - Oscar Piastri x UnknownDriver! Reader Part 3

Plot: Reader is the first female F1 driver of the century, however no-one knows that as you are a ghost on the grid. You started in 2022, coming in P12 in the championship. You get moved to Red Bull Racing in 2023 with the off year for Sergio Perez.

Credit to yrsonpurpose for the GIF

Standing up on the podium, not being able to do anything as you watched Oscar run off was torture. You had to stay there while your national anthem played that should have been amazing considering it was you, Lewis and Lando all up there together.

And of course, there were no breaks for you afterwards. Everyone wanted you, from SkySports, to F1, to Netflix. Everyone was throwing questions at you and asking how different your achievements feel now knowing that your the first woman to have completed many of them.

You were fine answering them, because like they said. All of your previous achievements were now bigger than they were as Ghost. People could tell that you weren't fully with them, you were a little spacey and sometimes struggled with hearing and answering the questions.

Most of them put it down to the post race fuzz of the win and revealing who you were, but upon getting to the Sky Sports Team who consisted of Jenson Button, Nico Rosberg, Natalie Pinkham and Danica Patrick questions turned sour.

"So Y/N aside from racing we caught light of Oscar Piastri's quick depart after the reveal, any insight on this?" Danica asks, making you look down.

"I don't think these questions are necessary" Jenson says just as the Red Bull PR manager was about to ask for racing related questions only.

"Yes please stick to racing questions only" the Red Bull PR backs up, nodding before taking a step back. You look back up, straight to Nico who had a soft look on his face.

"I'm just interested, you raced for Alpine last year when he was a reserve driver... for Alpine and you've been promoted to Red Bull this year while Piastri's made the move to Mclaren. Can't help but wonder if its underlying sexism that's made him this mad, you all cant deny he was blunt and rude in his interview with us earlier" Danica pushes and you head snaps up. You feel a hand on your shoulder as if to stop you from what your about to say but you go ahead anyway.

"I've hurt a dear friend. So how dare you stand there and try to victimize me, when he is the one that I've hurt. He knew me as Ghost's assistant and media manager... we were close and I've not been truthful to him for obvious reasons. So don't stand there and try to make him out to be a misogynistic twat when he isn't. I don't know what you experienced in NASCAR Danica but in F1 all I've experienced today is love and support. Just because your sport sucks doesn't mean mine does" you snap, and recoil shocked that you'd just said all of that. She looks at you also in shock, Jenson and Nico were trying to stop their laughter.

"Well, some strong opinions there from Y/N Y/L/N" Jenson says as he watches you turn away and walk off. You were done with interviews for the day. You just wanted to find Oscar and talk to him now.

"Lando! Lando" you shout as you see the curly haired boy ahead of you walking into the Mclaren motorhome.

"Hey, Y/N or should i say Ghost" he smiles before pulling you into a hug.

"I was not expecting that bombshell today, and I will admit I'm sorry for assuming you were some ugly guy... your very obviously not" he laughs.

"Where's Oscar" you ask, you didn't want to seem rude but of course he was your priority right now.

"Y/N, I don't think its a good idea to see him right now. I think maybe just wait for him to come to you. He's upset and" he starts but you look him dead in the eye.

"He upset me too, he just ran off... at my first race win" you say as selfish as it was... but he also ruined that experience for you.

"I know, but you did like lie to him for just under 2 years" Lando says softly not wanting to rattle your already unstable cage of self hatred.

"And what was i supposed to do Lando, tell him a secret that Red Bull had me sign an NDA over and break my contract and risk loosing my seat?" you ask, hoping he would start to understand.

"Look Y/N you really should go..." Lando pushes looking around the area you were currently in. He put a hand on your lower back as to guide you back out, but you planted yourself still.

"No, I'm not leaving till i talk to him" you grunt.

"Y/N I'm telling you this as your friend and your co-worker. You need to go" he says, you'd actually never seen his eyes this serious before and it had your head cocking to the side in confusion.

As your about to ask him why the hell he's being so twitchy, two people stumble out of the next room a little disheveled and both laughing. You eyes lock on them.

"O-Oscar?" you ask in shock, the girl looks up at him confused and his face turns red but also a sour expression comes onto his face.

Before any of them can say anything your turning away from them, everything feels slow motion, all the voices around you blur and your heartbeat comes erratic.

You couldn't understand why it hurt so much, the thought of him not even for a moment being happy for you up on a podium that he come here to be with some other girl ... or was it because in the time you'd spent with him you'd fallen for the racer.

You round the corner, stumbling behind the Mclaren motorhome so that you could just breath. You crouch down, your head leaning back against the side.

"Fucks sake" you say to yourself, once you'd calmed yourself from the initial shock you fully sat down on the metal edging outside the Mclaren motorhome.

"Y/N?" you hear a voice ask, your head peaks up and you spot Alex and Logan.

"Oh, hey guys. Great Race today!" you smile.

"Why are you just sat outside the Mclaren motorhome?" Logan asks raising an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, erm no reason. I just got lost on my way back to Red Bull" you smile standing up and walking to the long strip and turning left.

"Your still clearly lost, Red Bull's that way" Alex says pointing to the right hand side, that you weren't facing.

"Right, yeah i knew that" you smile, turning round and scuttering off the other way.

To say that the UK was the start of something spectacular was an understatement. You didn't go out and celebrate that night, you stayed in with your family.

The next race was Hungary where you proceeded to take the win away from Max in the last 3 laps, being on the fresher tires. They asked you to let Max take the win but you begged for them to let you fight it out. You shared the podium with Max and Lando, in Spa you came second, sharing the podium with Max and Charles and in The Netherlands you came 4th.

Throughout all of this Oscar hadn't reached out to you. You'd kept in contact with Lando, asking how he was and what had been going on. However Monza changed things.

An article came out about an interview Oscar had done about you and how you hadn't spoken to him since. He hadn't spoken very nicely about you when all you'd done was stick up for him. You guys got into a massive argument outside the garages that of course people caught on camera.

You had a really bad qualifying, the car just didn't have pace and your mind wasn't in the right place. So you were starting P14 on the grid, after a cry to Christian that you were so overwhelmed and him assuring you that it was today that really mattered.

You had turned off everything when you got in the car on the Sunday. No thoughts in your head just the racing. On the start you managed to get yourself to P12 overtaking Liam and Nico right of the bat.

"Excellent start Y/N lets keep pushing"

Martin Bundle - I have to say that Y/N is incredible with these races where she starts down in the back of the grid, and she gets those amazing starts where she slips in the middle of the two drivers ahead and is able to confidently get herself up too places

"Okay, and Alonso are ahead, you have DRS" your engineer tells you, and you are able to overtake Yuki who doesn't go as aggressively into the chicane as you do. You have a little spin but recover enough to pull up aside Alonso on the straight, going for the overtake.

"Amazing Y/N, that's P10 right now. Keep pushing"

Eventually you were left fighting Carlos, Max clipped a tire and was now down in 4th fighting with Charles.

"Y/N this has been a fantastic race, from P14 up to P2, Carlos is 1.8 second ahead. Lets get him and bring home a double podium. Max is fighting for P3 right now. 5 laps to go" he advises.

"Tell him to speed up, I'll give him DRS we can overtake Sainz together so its a 1.2" you advise looking seeing the Ferrari behind you. You slow down on the hairpin, breaking early, which Charles didn't expect where he was concentrating on defending from Max. You speed up, watching as he spins out a little leaving room for Max on the inside.

"Okay, Sainz has sped up there's now a 2.6 second gap"

"Copy that" you say, Max was using your slip stream, but didn't go for the overtake, you easily defended from Charles together while gaining on the other Ferrari.

"Okay last two laps, Sainz, 0.3 second gap"

"Yeah i can fucking tell I'm riding his rear end" you say, the minute you get onto the straight you and Max both go either side of Sainz, sandwiching him in as your about to go into turn 11. He breaks early falling back leaving you to take the optimal racing line and get ahead of Max.

"Is Max fighting this last lap?" you ask.

"He's been told is free to fight. Mode push and bring us another win" your race engineer advises, you breeze through the final lap, it was a close call but you came first.

"Y/N Y/L/N winner of the 2023 Italian Grand Prix" your race engineer says a big grin coming onto your face as you flip up the visor holding your fist up as you see all the Red Bull crew cheering for you on the fencing.

"Where did Oscar place?" you ask, you hadnt thought about him up until now. Even as you passed the orange 81 car, it was just another car then.

"Not a good race for Piastri, P12 behind Lawson"

"Okay. Thank you for the great drive today. Thank you Christian" you say before preparing yourself for the podium.

Would Oscar be there?

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[illubean]

Ok this is a bit hyper specific but I saw someone else request another writer to do this and I wanna see your take!

Do you this you could write a GN Reader who’s friends with one of the zoldyck kids (most likely Killua or Illumi) and while at the manner they pass by Silva/Zeno and Reader makes a remark like “damn… your dad/grandpa kinda fine…” and they hear?

Sorry if this is too specific….. ignore this if you don’t wanna write it!! <3

D.I.L.F.

Characters: Illumi Zoldyck, Silva Zoldyck Type: Crack, Short Oneshot, Gn!reader

Illumi is sick of your shit

Warnings: none

Being friends with Illumi was...interesting to say the least. No one actually understands how you guys came to be acquainted, aside from the fact you both work in the same business. But somehow, you had gained the cold assassin's trust enough to go on joint missions with him and be invited over to his home.

And boy, were you glad that was the case.

Currently, you were sitting at the Zoldycks' grand dining table, discussing a potential ally-ship. Well; more like listening to Illumi and his father discuss it.

To be honest, you could care less about the technical side of things. For now all you could pay attention to was Illumi's absolute beefcake of a dad.

You were leaning against your arm that was propped up on the table with a smitten look on your face. Oh the things you would do if he wasn't married.

Glancing over at you, Illumi noticed the spacey look on your face, your eyes glued to his dad who was seated across the table.

"So Y/n, what do you say?"

Your brain didn't really comprehend the words spoken to you by the albino man, but you just nodded.

"Huh, yeah, whatever, that sounds good."

All that mattered right now was that he was looking at you.

You were snapped out of your daze at the feeling of Illumi kicking you from under the table. You jumped out of your slouched position and snapped your head to look at your companion, who was giving you the most dubious side eye you have ever seen.

After dinner, you and Illumi made your way down the corridor, about to leave the estate.

"Damn Illumi...you never told me your dad was so fine," you sigh, thinking back to the man you had just met moments ago. Your friend narrowed his eyes at you as the pair of you kept walking.

"Don't say that."

"Aw, come on, he's a total DILF! Do you need another dog? I can bark. Seriously, if he's interested in another spouse tell him to call me."

Illumi stopped walking, one of his eyes twitching slightly in annoyance. You took a few more steps before noticing he had stopped. You turned around to look at him as a beat of silenced passed.

"...What?"

The black haired man swiftly and wordlessly turned you around by your shoulders and began to push you down the hall.

"Hey! Let go of me- I can walk on my own y'know!"

After a while of being shoved towards the front door of the main estate, Illumi swings it open and throws you out before you hear a loud 'SLAM' behind you. You land with a quiet 'oof!' before getting off and dusting your pants. You huff before turning around and raising your fist to the door.

"You're just mad you got your looks from your mom!"

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[buckybabieboy]

Heyy! I was reading you work, which I love btw, and I wanted to request a one-shot or blurb for little!bucky accidentally getting drunk, like how would he act, what would he say. I feel like he’d be super clingy and needy. With cg!mommy!reader please 🥹 Love you writing <333

Lol this is gonna be the cutest thing ever😭. Thanks for the request Babie!

Tipsy Baby.

☁️ Summary: Bucky has way too much to drink at Natasha’s party, leaving you to take care of your little boy.

⚠️TW(READ.): sub!touch-starved bucky, dom!fem!reader, Bucky is so touch starved😭, reader is able to carry bucky, lactation kink cuz I felt like it, mentions of alcohol, Bucky can get drunk if he drinks an abundance.

📝A/N(PLEASE READ): DO NOT READ IF YOU DONT LIKE. ITS THAT SIMPLE. DON’T REPORT MY WORK JUST BC YOU DONT LIKE IT. Anyways, pls enjoy this lil blurb! drunk Bucky is just the cutest 🥰. and your right, bucky is VERY clingy AND FUCKING TOUCH STARVEDDDD when he’s drunk.

“Mommyyyy!” Bucky slurs out as he dramatically falls in front of you on the compound’s floor.

“Mommy pay ‘tenttion to me!”

You peer over your phone and watch as your baby heaves and pants on the ground, his beautiful pale skin flushed with pinkish-reddish tones, and his big puppy dog eyes red and puffed.

“Baby, are you drunk?” You question him, though you already know the answer. He only whines and thrashes his limbs around in a hissy fit, not using his words.

“W-why are you so faaarrr?” He wails petulantly, completely ignoring your question.

“M’ not far, sweetheart, ‘m right in front of you.”

An empty bottle of Tiger Beer has accompanied him on the ground, clutched inside his sweaty palms.

“Gimme that!” You sigh before getting off of your comfy spot on the couch and snatching the bottle out of his hands. He whines even more.

“Who let you have this?”

Bucky pouts and mutters something, but it’s almost impossible to hear with the music and noise that flood throughout the compound.

“Can’t hear you bud, you’re gonna have to speak up f’me, okay?”

“T-tasha…” He hiccups. “N-Natasha lemme have some, mommy…”

Another exasperated sigh escapes from you as you begin to regret supporting Bucky’s idea to come to Natasha’s party. It didn’t really surprise you though, since he was always a party guy when he was younger. You rarely ever drank, especially when you were going to an event. You opted out of that a long time when the both of you got drunk, which you both know didn’t end well.

Natasha had invited everyone to her floor for a party. You weren’t too fond of the idea when you heard there was going to be alcohol, but Bucky was very excited and begged you to go. He assured you that Steve and Sam would be there to watch him.

So eventually you gave in, but not before making him promise that he wouldn’t drink.

When you arrived at the party, Bucky was acting more than normal. He immediately started chatting and playing party games with Wanda and Vision. He even played Twister with them, which you knew was a surprise to everyone. Despite the fact that loud noises triggered him, he seemed to be having a good time. Needless to say, you felt comfortable with letting him go off on his own for awhile.

Scanning the room, you spot Natasha by the fridge, a Tiger Beer in hand. The trash can next to her was filled with empty bottles of that stuff, and you knew they had to be Bucky’s. He couldn’t get drunk easily so it would take a copious amount of alcohol to get him drunk.

The blame wasn’t all on Natasha, though. Wanda, Vision, Steve, Natasha, and Sam all were made aware of Bucky and his little space—you’ve told them a numerous amount of times for his safety. So Natasha could’ve given him a bottle, but Bucky must’ve gotten his hands on this much alcohol all by himself.

You’d have to talk to them about that another day though, because right now, your little boy was cemented on the cold floor, spacey and dazed below you.

“S-so pretty. Mommy so pretty!” Bucky giggles, his head cocked to the side in awe as he gazes up at you. He wasn’t thinking about anything else. He literally couldn’t. His little brain couldn’t process anything while in little space, so him being drunk definitely amplified it X10.

“C’mon, baby boy. Let’s get you taken care of.”

You offer your hand to him. He doesn’t budge though, instead he whines, and mutters more incoherent sentences. This wasn’t the first time Bucky lost all of his words. When he was little, most of the time he would gesticulate instead of speaking up.

“Hmm…” You tap your index finger on your chin, prenteding to brainstorm. “Oh! I know what you want! You want uppies!”

Bucky nods and squeals, making grabby hands up at you. You place your hands under his arms, pick him up, and set him on your hip. A precious little noise escapes from him as he wraps his legs around your waist, his arms around your neck, and leans into your touch. The smell of your hair seemed to be the only thing he was able to process.

Once you make it to your floor, you set him down on the bed. He whines once again when you leave and you quickly shush him, reassuring him that you’re just getting his pj’s out for bed. Bucky stands up to take off his pants but stumbles and trips, landing face down on the floor.

“Hnnngh..” He whines, starting to pick up his thrashing and wailing from earlier.

“Hush, my little boy, let Mommy take care of you.”

“M’ dizzy…” He fusses. “Everything’s spinning…”

“I know baby, I know. Let’s get you in your PJ’s, okay?” You hush him a little bit before helping him off the ground and settting him back on the bed. It was a struggle, but you got his pants and shirt off. Now the task was to replace them with his nighttime ones. You take one leg of the pants, grab his leg, and slide it in.

“Good job, Jamie! Now your right leg!” You praise your little boy. He giggles when his pants are all the way on, and doesn’t even fuss when you put his shirt on for him.

“Perfect… now let Mommy get changed and then we can go sleepies, okay?”

He fussed, but you got changed in no time, and his fussing quickly became coos of happiness once you cradled him in your arms.

“My little baby.” You fawn. “Your mommy’s boy aren’t you?”

Bucky’s eyes flutter, as he tries to stay awake. His baby blues are glossy and clouded from the substance earlier.

“Mmm… uh-huh! M’mommy’s boy! Mommy’s goodest boy!”

“Yeah, except for earlier. What did I tell you about drinking that much alcohol? You know your little mind can’t take it.” You scold, and he pouts up at you.

“Sammy was watchin’ me! But then he drank some too, ‘n we-” His hiccups interrupts him.

“W-we made a stupid bet. Who could drink the mostest, ‘n I won.” He giggles at that last part, obviously proud of himself for beating Sam at literally anything.

You were about to respond when you noticed his eyes flutter. His metal fingers tug on your tank top—you already know what that means by now.

“Awh my baby’s hungry! You hungry, sweetheart?” You coo at him in the softest tone possible. He does nothing but nod, his words are becoming little to none—indicating that he was deep in.

“Go ahead, Jamie. You can have some, mommy doesn’t mind.”

You help him out a bit by tugging down the top yourself, your leaking tits out for Bucky to suckle on. He wastes no time, immediately latching his pink lips on your right nipple. His suckles were harsh and rapid. All he wanted right now was to taste your sweet nectar. A few strokes to the scalp and he’s almost out—his stamina completely gone from earlier.

You praise your little baby. Whispering to him all of the things he loved to hear. Calling him all of the names he loved to be called while in his little space.

The meekest whines and whimpers come from him as he suckled more frantically. As time went on he became frustrated—frustrated at the fact that he was too exhausted to keep going.

“Shh, it’s okay. I know… your so exhausted, hm? So exhausted from having so much fun earlier?”

You stroke his scalp with your fingers, keeping the movements slight and slow for him. Bucky could never describe it, but there was always a certain tactic, or pattern in which you’d scratch his scalp that made him feel so innocent. So vulnerable.

You know this, You know what touching Bucky’s hair does to him, what it does to him when he’s completely reliant and under your control.

“I’ve got you, Bucky Bear. Hush now.”

Bucky eventually quiets down, and so do his suckles on your nipple. He lets your nipple fall free from his mouth, some milk dripping down his parted lips. You wipe it off gently.

“Mommy m-mines?” He whimpers. “All mines?” He nuzzles himself into your chest, the warmth of your body and vibration of your voice as you cooed to him always calms him down.

“All yours, honey.”

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[linorachas]

#3 | bang chan

tags: toys, public space, established relationship, implied exhibitionism, once again chan is a little mean and i want him

buy me coffee?

When Chan tells you he’s got you a gift, he knows the last thing you expected was for it to be a sex toy.

It was pink, small and slim, curved a little at the tip and just a little bigger than his middle finger.

At first glance, it looked harmless. When Chan lays you down on the bed and eats you out until your toes are curling and your back is arching, you don’t even feel the toy being inserted inside of you until Chan thrusts it in and out.

You blink at Chan, clearly confused as to why he would buy something so small. At this point, you’ve basically been moulded to his dick, which was way above the average size. Chan knows you can take it bigger. So what was the point of this tiny little thing?

The confusion doubles when instead of letting you return the favor, Chan just pulls your panties back up, toy still inside. He kisses you sweetly, making sure you forget about every single thing when you taste yourself on his tongue.

“You wanna come to dinner with me and the boys?” he whispers against your lips. Still in a daze from your orgasm, you just nod mindlessly. Chan grins. So good for him.

Dinner is a fun affair, as it always is when you’re with the kids. You’ve got yourselves a private spacey room in some fancy shmancy restaurant, and the food, drinks, and company put you in such a good mood that you forget there was something inside you.

Until…it starts vibrating.

You jerk in your seat, eyes wide. Everybody immediately turns to you, but before you could process anything, Chan is already cooing, leaning down to rub your calf.

“Shit, sorry baby. I didn’t mean to kick you.” Chan mumbles as he presses a kiss to your cheek, apologetic. The rest of the boys soon turn back to what they were doing after the explanation.

You turn to Chan with a panicked look, because what the fuck. What the fuck? The toy he put in you was a vibrator. And despite its small size, the vibrations were so intense you swore you could feel it in your stomach. You squirm in your seat, suddenly very aware of the toy inside of you.

But that turns out to be a big mistake, because that only pushes the vibrator in deeper, and the tip brushes against your g-spot.

You double over with a gasp.

Chan gathers you in his arms immediately. Thankfully, the music in the restaurant and the boys’ chatter were too loud for anyone to hear you gasp. But it was loud enough for Chan to hear.

Chan, who had been planning this right from the start. Chan who had one hand in his pocket and one hand around your waist. Chan, who rearranges you so you’re curled into him, face hidden in his neck.

Chan, who discreetly leans down to whisper in your ear, “Stay still and be good for me.”

You stiffen. Chan knew you always wanted to be good. Especially for him. Chan also knew you couldn’t keep still, because when you were being pleasured, you always moved. Chan always lets you grind down on his face, his fingers, his cock when you’re in the throes of pleasure. He lets you squirm, grab at his hair, play with your nipples, scratch at his back. Moan in his ear. Now, he wasn’t letting you do any of that, and you were going to lose your goddamn mind.

“Chan,” You gasp into the skin of his neck, already trembling. Chan pulls you closer.

“You like it, baby? I picked it out especially for you. I didn’t think we needed toys, but I just wanted to see you squirming like this, right here. I know you would have wanted something bigger, but that wouldn’t have been a challenge for a slut like you, would it?” Chan mutters in your ear. “A huge dildo would slip right in, since you already take my cock so well.”

Underneath the table, your hands grip the hand that was around your waist. Chan interlocks your fingers and squeezes.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me? Are you gonna sit in my lap and let me play with you with the boys all around you? Just listen. If they turned the music down, they’ll probably hear the vibrator and hear how fucking wet you are.”

You turn your head and bite Chan’s shoulder to muffle your moans. Chan hisses under his breath. He shifts, hard cock pressing against this jeans and your lower back.

“It’s hard, isn’t it? My poor girl. Do you want to sit up and grind on my thigh? The boys would see you grinding on me like a bitch in heat. Would you let them see you like that? See how desperate you are for me?”

You try to shake your head, but the jolt of heat up your spine stops you. Chan’s words coupled with the vibrator in your pussy was making you so dizzy. If Chan pushed you more, you might just end up doing what he says and actually start grinding.

When you look up, there’s a glint in his eyes that says he knows exactly what you’re thinking.

You didn’t think it was possible, but the vibrations turn up even more. This time, you can’t stop the moan that slips from your lips. It’s loud.

“Y/N? You okay?”

You freeze. Chan grins.

#bang chan x reader #bang chan smut #bang chan imagines #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #stray kids imagines #this was honestly chan's first draft for unexpected kinks haha #but him bringing the toy didnt seem so unexpected 💀 #so i made it a lil drabble instead #seablurbs

[userpeggycarter]

buckynat + textposts. [ID under the cut]

[image ID: a series of GIFs and images, overlaid with tumblr textposts describing Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes’ relationship.

GIF 1: A textpost from user dominant-dominion, overlaid on an edited gif of Natasha and Bucky who are looking away from each other. The textpost says ‘sorry for being mentally ill, the sex will be bomb though.’

GIF 2: a GIF of Bucky kissing someone whose face has been whited out overlaid with a text post. The text post is from user elytrians, and says ‘actually, my favourite ship dynamic is “i could kill you” and “i would let you”. A reblog from the same user adds ‘especially when it’s mutual… we could destroy each other but we would rather cut off our own hands than raise them against each other. our love is self destructive but not because we are bad for eacher but because we want so badly to be good for each other that we would die for it.’

GIF 3: A gif of Bucky’s eyes above the Winter Soldier mask, and his eyes are above Natasha’s eyes as she turns around quickly. The textpost in the middle is from user aidaughter and says ‘are you trying to kill me (derogatory) or are you trying to kill me (romantic)’.

GIF 4: a GIF of Bucky drinking from a bottle and Natasha smirking. The overlaid text post begins with a post from user dateaboysuggestions who says ‘date a boy who forgives you for your past’. user trophyuncle reblogs to add ‘date a boy who disregards your Cracker Barrel arson charge’. A second reblog from user phoneus says ‘date a boy who was your accomplice in the arson.’

GIF 5: a picture of Natasha over a GIF of Bucky. The textpost is from user bramstokersdracula and says ‘the best thing a male character can do is be insane and love his wife’.

GIF 6: Two gifs on top of one another of Bucky kissing a faceless redheaded woman, and Natasha kissing a faceless man. The overlaid text post is from user guulabii and says ‘I think love is revolutionary because when done right, it allows for accountability, for growth, for healing, for laughter, for joy, for connection, for touch, for coming home. maybe it is foolish of me, even a little stupid to think of it as such but when done right, when honoured, when fulfilled, when prepared and boiled and served well, it truly does magic, it truly changes lives, it nourishes, it feeds, it gives hope, hope, so much of it.’

GIF 7: Two gifs laid overtop of each other. One is of Bucky kissing a woman, and the other is of Natasha looking up at a man. The textpost is from user xiaosdejun and says ‘do you ever think about how natasha is bucky’s first and only love and just. cry’.

GIF 8: An overtop gif of Natasha and the Winter Soldier fighting from CA:TWS. The overlaid textpost is from user bronwennjames and says ‘i simply like m/f romances where the woman is completely feral and the guy is just a little too into it.’ a reblog from the same person says ‘she stops trying to kill him and he’s honestly a little disappointed’.

GIF 9: a gif of Natasha in a bra on one side and Bucky looking at her with desire on his face on the other. There are red hearts floating around. The textpost is from a deactivated user and says ‘rom-coms (romantic communists)’.

GIF 10: A gif of Natasha on the left side in her White Widow suit with her hair down, and Bucky on the right side giving a challenging look. The overlaid textpost from user highassi says ‘“i can fix him” Bitch you’re worse’. end ID]

[ID by @spacey-acey-artemis, thank you!]

#marveledit #buckynatedit #natasharomanoffedit #buckybarnesedit #buckynat #winterwidow #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #dailyteamcap #marvelgifs #dailymarvelgifs #underbetelgeuse #tuserlanie #tusershay #userrin #marvellegends #* #marvel #mcu #otp: bucky x natasha

[baby-fics]

"Could you do a fic of the lost boys (David, Dwayne, Paul and Marko) with a little who wont/ can't settle. Crying whenever they're put down to sleep. What would they do?"

(As someone who loves the lost boys more than anything, Absolutely yes I can. They're like my biggest comfort characters, hope y'all like this! Forgive me if it's awkward, I haven't written a fic in a hot minute!)

It's Sunrise, Bedtime of Course!☀️

(CW: Descriptions of bugs and creepy crawlies, hurt/comfort I think?, minor angst.)

Arms reached around you while you were drawing on the floor, picking you up and peppering kisses over your face.

"Pauley I was drawing!" You said while giggling.

"Sorry sweets boss says it's bedtime.." The giggles stopped and you pouted at Paul.

"But can't we just stay up for a little bit? Please? I'm not even tired!" The puppy eyes you used were lethal, so to resist Paul put you on his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. When you saw David standing right behind him.

"Sorry baby cakes, suns coming up soon. Don't worry, we'll do something fun tomorrow night okay?" David took you from Paul and headed deeper into the cave to join your Daddies for bedtime.

You started to get fussy and fidgety, something didn't feel right.. all of the boys would be sleeping above you... But you'd be all alone, in this spooky cave with things that skitter, in the dark, by yourself. Youve only just recently moved in with them, still getting used to its charms. Feeling smaller and more afraid, you tried to leave David's arms and go back.

"Woah babycakes, bedtime! Why you being fussy?" he said with tiredness and sternness in his voice, holding onto you securely. You tried to speak, but the words just weren't there- so you did the next best thing. You started to cry, you were frustrated and a little scared, being alone even if they would be less than 20 feet above you.

Dwayne and Marko, who were setting up your nest and getting one of Marko's shirts for you to sleep in, dropped what they were doing and went over to you. All of the boys were now confused as to what was wrong, which was even more stressful!

The only work you felt like you knew how to say was "No!" So you just held onto David as tight as you could and repeatedly said "No" while crying. The boys were confused, you were okay a second ago! David tried to set you down but you just clung harder to him. David is a smart boy and so is Dwayne, once you did that they shared a knowing glance. Heading behind David, Dwayne put a cool hand on your face to get your attention,

"Would you feel better if we stayed baby?" Dwayne said caressing your cheek with his thumb. With wide eyes you looked at Dwayne and quickly nodded your head, gripping onto the back of David's jacket.

"Oh honey... Why didn't you just say so? You know your daddies will always sleep with you if you want us to!" Marko cooed to you joining Dwaynes side. They frowned when they saw their effort of cheering you up just made you curl into David's embrace more, to which he tightened his own grip, rubbing soft circles with his leather clad hand.

They walked over to the nest, the baby bat still hanging on to their covens leader. Refusing to let go until all of them, David included, promised they would stay with you tonight. To which they did, offering a pinkie promise that they couldn't break. Then the tears began to slow, letting yourself be put down as long as they stayed close by. Calming down knowing they would be right here, never having to go to sleep in an empty bed again.

You put your sleeve in your mouth when Paul approached with one of their band shirts and a black paci you had gotten online. He gently grabbed your hand and saw the doe eyed, spacey look in your eyes and knew you were absolutely babyspaced right now.

"How about you trade me sugar," which caught your interest, nodding your head and shaking your sleeve along with it, laughing Paul gently tugged your wrist saying, "How about you give me this so we can get you into Daddy's shirt, and you can use your paci? How's that sound?"

You slowly let your sleeve go so Daddy could give you the paci and help you into the shirt, which makes you whine and tear up again. Being changed is your least favorite part of bedtime... Before you could start crying Paul quickly put your shirt on and wiped your eyes attacking you with kisses and bringing you to the bed. Marko looks over and joins you, sandwiching you between him and Paul.

With Dwayne jumping onto the pile and settling on using you as his stuffed animal. David joined the outside of the pile, propping his head up as he watched his little family. He reached his hand over Marko and caressed your face as your eyes began to close.

"Don't worry, nobody's going anywhere. We'll be here when you wake up, okay? Sleep well little one." David said then he blew out the candle that illuminated the cave and each of them drifted to sleep with the pull of the sun, with you feeling safe in their arms knowing your Daddies weren't going anywhere. ☀️

#agere caregiver #little!reader #agere little #agere reader #monster x little! reader #little! reader #monster caregiver #sfw littlespace #vampire caregiver #the lost boys x little! reader

[lenaeclipse777]

so high ☆ mattheo riddle x f!reader

summary: you bet mattheo that you can out-smoke him at a slytherin party and he doesn’t believe you.

a/n: characters are 18+ also not proofread, so sorry if there's mistakes :)

warnings: suggestive flirting, making out, smut at the end, bets, smoking (obvs), reader smokes, dr*gs, drinking, swearing, general party theme lol

it was a saturday night, and throughout hogwarts castle, teachers slept, house elves cleaned the halls, and younger year students slept peacefully in their common rooms. all was quiet, except for the slytherin common room.

music blared from the enchanted speakers that enzo and pansy had gotten from hogsmeade earlier in the week, and firewhiskey shots were being passed around by the “bartender” who was really just adrian pucey sitting behind one of the tables in the room.

you watched from one of the plush couches as draco and blaise danced around each other, laughing and singing, already hammered off of a mix of weed and alcohol. theo was also with them, not nearly as hammered, but laughing at them and singing along to the song that was playing.

“and i thought these two couldn’t get any more ridiculous.” a voice said from behind you, and you didn’t have to turn around to know who it was.

“hi mattheo,” you smirked, not looking back at your best friend. “let them be, it’s your weed they’re zooted off of.”

his arms came to wrap around your shoulders as he leaned in behind you, lips tickling your ear as he whispered so only you could hear.

“i barely gave them any, they split a joint between them.”

finally, you turned around and gave the boy a smile.

“there’s no way that’s true matty, i’ve smoked your joints before and that is not what happens at all.”

he smirks at you and comes to sit down on the couch next to you. his arm goes back up around your shoulders as he leans closer to you.

“oh yeah? and what exactly happens when you smoke my joints love?” his tone is suggestive as he raises his eyebrows at you and gives you a teasing wink.

your cheeks redden, and you can tell he notices by the way his grin widens and he shuffles a little closer to you on the couch.

he’s challenging you, and you know it by the way he’s looking at you, his dark brown eyes boring into you, waiting for an answer.

two can play at this game.

mattheo may have been a flirt, but so were you.

he takes a sip of his drink as you shoot him a sweet smile, “oh you know, the usual, maybe a little spacey, a little relaxed, a little horny.”

you say the last part quietly so only he can hear you, and his eyes go wide as he chokes on his drink, coughing. you watch as it’s his turn to get flustered. he recovers quickly though, and before you know it he’s pulling out two joints from behind his ear.

“is that so?” he says, his tongue running against his bottom lip slowly as he looks at you.

“yeah, and you know what matty?” you start to slowly lean closer to him, your hand softly brushing up his arm.

his eyes flicker down to your lips and it's his turn to blush as he shifts slightly in his spot on the couch. flirting isn't uncommon in your relationship with the boy, but it's days like these when mattheo has already had a little bit to drink, and you're looking a little too good in your party outfit, that he thinks that maybe, just maybe, he'll be brave enough to make a move.

he lets out a breathy chuckle. "what darling?"

you lean even closer so that your lips are almost against his ear. "i bet you anything that i can out smoke you, right here, right now."

the hand that's still on his arm slides up to his left ear where two already rolled joints are resting. you snatch them up as he processes your words. you're already off the couch and laughing as he finally recovers and gives you a dark stare- not unkind, but something that you can't quite place.

"anything?" his voice is low, challenging you. "because i could think of a lot of things i want if i win."

"oh yeah? like what riddle?"

he gets off the couch and motions you to follow him through the common room doors. "come with me to the astronomy tower and we'll see who can really out smoke who." he looks back at you with a shit-eating grin. "and when i win, i get to ask you one question, and you have to answer truthfully. if you don't i'll know."

you laugh again at that. "ok matty, you're on. but if i win," you reach over to run a hand through his hair, your small hand finding his larger one in the darkness of the hallway. "you have to do my history of magic essay for me, and my potions notes."

mattheo shoots you a quick grin. "you're on princess."

the nickname makes your cheeks flush, and you thank merlin that the hallway is dark enough so he can't see how flustered he makes you.

it's around 12:30 by the time you arrive at the astronomy tower, and mattheo sparks the first joint with a quick incendio. your joint is between your lips and you're about to pull out your wand to light yours as well, but mattheo beats you to it.

"let me princess." he holds up his wand and lights yours up with ease. you flush again. that has to be one of the sexiest things he could have done. i might just let him win at this point.

"thanks matty." you say softly. he's leaning against the rail of the tower, and you step to join him. your arms are brushing against each others as you finish your first joints.

half an hour passes and you continue to try and out-smoke each other, giggling and becoming more chatty with each drag. by the time you're 2 joints in you have to call it quits. anymore you were going to green out, and you really didn't need to have a panic attack on top of one of the highest points in hogwarts.

"alright matty, you win, there's no way I'm having another one tonight." you have a genuine smile on your face as you tilt your head to look at him, joint still hanging off your pink lips. mattheo thinks you might be the prettiest girl he's ever seen. he looks away from you before you catch him staring, and sparks up another for himself.

"i knew you couldn't beat me darling, but you did get pretty close." he's looking at you with a smug smile and you just want to kiss it off his perfect face.

"shut up mattheo," you laugh good-naturedly at him. "i guess you get to ask me your question now. i promise to answer 100% truthfully."

you take a small step closer to him as you speak, and you are so close to each other now, that you can feel the heat radiating off of him.

"hmm let me think," he puts his hand on his chin in mock thought. truthfully, he knows exactly what he wants to ask you, but it's so fun to watch you squirm as you wait for him.

"ok here's my question,"

he pauses to flick the butt of the joint off the astronomy tower, and in one quick swoop, his arm is around your waist, pulling you flush against him. you look up at his brown eyes and see as confident as he looks, there's still a faint tint to his cheeks.

he speaks softly, "if i kissed you right now, would you kiss me back?"

your heartbeat speeds up and your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders. a loving smile spreads across your face as he awaits your answer.

"why don't you kiss me and find out?" you whisper leaning in.

a wide grin spreads across his face and he takes no time in pressing his soft lips to yours eagerly. you kiss him back with the same eagerness, and one of his hands stays on your waist as the other sinks down to caress your backside. the kiss gets deeper and more enthusiastic as you open your mouth a little to let his tongue slip in. you let out a soft moan and grab the back of his hair to give it a tug.

it's his turn to groan as he pushes you up against the railing of the tower. you and mattheo only pull away for the need of air. you're both panting as you pull away and smile at each other. the weed in your systems makes every touch seem so much more intimate, and you never want him to let go of you.

"if i knew you were going to kiss me like that, i would've dragged you up here sooner." you (half) joked as mattheo leaned into you to suck lovebites onto your neck.

his head was still buried in your skin as he answered you. "i don't think i'll ever be able to not kiss you again princess." his voice was needy, and you could feel the growing bulge in his pants. "i've wanted to do that for so long," he confessed quietly, pulling his lips away from your skin.

"me too baby."

the pet name made him drag you into another heated kiss, your hands finding their spot right on the top of his belt buckle. you could feel him against you, desperately searching for some relief.

"need a little help matty?"

he groans as he nods his head, leaning in to kiss you again. you waste no time in unbuckling his belt and watch as his pants fall down around his ankles. his hands are already reaching up your skirt, pulling your panties to the side as he slips two fingers into your awaiting heat.

"so wet for me princess, can't wait 'till my dick is in your perfect pussy."

his lewd words make you moan into his mouth, along with his expert fingers, pumping in and out of you. you can't wait anymore, and you pull down his boxers to let his dick spring free. you pull away from the kiss to look down at his throbbing member. he was the perfect size, tip flushing red as it leaked precum. your hand reached down to swipe it off, as your hand pumped him. his head was thrown back and his eyes rolled back into his skull, his voice heavy with lust when he spoke.

"gods princess i need to be inside of you right now." he pulled his fingers out of your soaked heat, looking at you for permission to enter.

you nodded at him and dragged him closer to your body. "fuck matty, i need you so bad."

he didn't need to be told twice, as his hand reached down around his cock, and pressed into you. you both moaned at the way he was stretching you out, the pleasure like nothing you've ever felt before.

"holy shit."

mattheo's swore as he thrust into you, moaning and whispering praises into your ear. "such a good girl for me princess, you feel so good."

"fuck mattheo, don't stop, i'm so close baby." you moaned. his cock was hitting the perfect spot, making your vision blurry.

"you take me so well baby, never gonna want anybody but you."

his thrust got harder as you clenched around him. the familiar heat in your stomach was white hot as you clenched even harder around his thick cock. "i'm coming matty, oh merlin." you moaned.

"yeah princess, come on my cock, i wanna see your pretty face when you do it."

his words were too much as you came around him. he groaned loudly as he felt you come, and his thrusts got sloppier and rougher. you could tell he was close.

"you fuck me so good matty," you panted. "come inside me baby, i wanna feel you."

that was enough to send him over the edge, and you could feel the thick ropes of cum release inside of you as he fucked you through his orgasm. you were both panting as you came down from your high together. he reluctantly pulled out of you and pulled his pants back on.

you smiled at him and leaned up to give him a quick kiss. "that was so good matty."

he still had a bit of a dazed look in his eyes as he stared at you.

"matty?" he was just staring at you, and you were getting nervous that he regretted it.

"can i be your boyfriend princess? i promise to treat you right." the genuine tone in his voice made you grin widely, as you kissed him again, this time with more passion.

"of course you can mattheo, as long as i can be your girl."

"you can be mine for as long as you want me to be princess, i love you." his hand caressed your cheek softly as you both smiled at each other.

"i love you too mattheo, more than you ever know. and who knows? maybe one day i'll actually out-smoke you."

he laughed and shook his head at your teasing. "i don't know darling, if i get to fuck you like that everytime, i'm definitely not letting you win."

"oh you're on riddle."

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you #mattheo riddle headcanon #mattheo x y/n #slytherin boys x reader #slytherin boys

[theroyaldarkcrow]

Will doesn’t get mad. Sure, he gets defensive, yes, but never angry, no. Instead, he gets sad. Mind numbing sad. The kind of sad that makes him feel like he’s floating on ice cold water, unable to move. He’s always the listener, the friend to turn to.

It’s made him needy. In fact, it’s made Will so needy that at times during being in a relationship with Nico di Anglo, he’d vanish for hours at a time, too scared to even look at him without wondering if he was taking up space. Bothering him by just existing.

To stop himself from thinking about it, he throws himself into his work. Will pulls all nighters for days at a time, studying new medicines or training at different parts of camp.

It gets to the point where more often than not, the blonde runs on autopilot without even realizing it.

He just wants to be held.

He just wants to be loved.

He wants someone to tell him he’s done good.

He wants to know there is nothing wrong with the way he gets.

Will gets his answer the day Nico kisses him for the first time. It was late at night, and the camp sing along was long over. He knew he should be going off to bed. Curfew was over. But lately, it was as if sleeping was like dying. He was so scared, he didn’t even want to close his eyes. Alone, the dark would swallow him. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t the only one in the room. The shadows would overtake him and eat him alive.

Will stared blankly at the dying embers of the fire, watching them flicker and fuse out. He detects movement at his side and he greets his boyfriend with a weak smile as Nico sits beside him.

“Hey,” The son of Hades whispers. “You okay?”

Will thinks about it for a beat too long. “Yeah. Are you?”

“I’m fine.”

The two boys sit there for a long time. Neither if them says a word. Will breathes quietly and slowly, trying to ignore the feeling that he should run away.

He flinches when Nico makes a grab for his hand.

Nico’s eyes widen and he pulls away. “Oh! Was I not-? Do you not-?”

“No, I’m sorry.” Will responds quickly. “You startled me..” This time, he makes a grab for Nico’s hand and the rapid beating of his heart steadies somewhat when Nico links their fingers and squeezes lightly.

Nico hums. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been all spacey lately.”

The words are slow when they leave Will’s mouth. “Well, babe, I am simply out of this world-“

It makes Nico snort. “That’s not what I mean! What I mean is-“ With the hand that isn’t holding Will’s, he reaches up and turns his face so that way they look directly into each other’s eyes.

Then the son of Hades presses his lips to Will’s.

It is so incredibly soft. It is so gentle, so unimaginable, impossible, even. The blonde melts like butter.

Nico draws a breath of air and kisses him again, and deepened the kiss, with Will assisting him by tangling his hand in that dark nest of hair and pulling him closer.

When the kiss ends, Will feels like he’s woken up from a blissful dream.

“What was that for?”

“I know how you feel, you know,” Nico mumbles, his hand still on Will’s cheek. He averts his eyes from his boyfriend’s. “You don’t have to say it for me to have figured it out. How you feel like you take up space?”

He sighs. “I used to get that way a lot with my sister, Bianca.”

Will doesn’t know how to respond. “…oh.” He says dumbly.

Nico looks at him now and smiles sheepishly, “I’m sorry you feel that way. Especially if it’s because of me.” The blonde opens his mouth to protest, but Nico stops him. “You don’t have to worry, okay? I love you. You’re lovely.”

Will stiffens ever so slightly. “I-“

“Don’t know how to take compliments?” Nico chuckles. “I am aware. Come here-“ He shifts, taking his hand off Will’s cheek and moving his body to face the fire pit, then puts Will’s head on his shoulder. “Go ahead. Fall asleep if you need to,”

“But I-“

“Sleep, Will.”

“…okay.”

Silence.

One beat.

Two beats.

Will’s whisper shatters it all. His eyes are closed when he asks, “You do realize you called me lovely, right?”

He hears his boyfriend grunt. “Tell anyone and I will deny it.”

The son of Apollo falls asleep with a smile on his face.

#pjo #hoo #nico di angelo #boo #percy jackson #solangelo #will solace #romance #cute #love #adorable #mental health #anxitey #royalstories

[hazywrites]

A Stark Christmas

Pairing: Robb Stark x Reader

Summary: It's your first time helping your boyfriend and his family pick out a Christmas tree, and he is very opinionated on the matter.

Warnings: Mentions of death of a family member

Words: 1,297

Read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47295508

AN: Hi my lovelies! I found this draft sitting on my computer untouched, and I really miss the holidays about now so I thought I'd share! This is my first time writing for Robb, but I hope you all like it. Please let me know what you think and if you'd like more holiday preferences for the GoT boys! As always, thank you for reading!

You were currently squeezed in the middle row of the Starks’ van. Sansa was seated to your right and Arya to your left, with Nymeria between her spread legs. The arrangement left you with barely any room for your own legs, so you kicked them up onto the center console and watched as the hyperactive husky jumped onto her owner’s lap, licking Arya’s face frantically and then smushing her nose against the window until someone rolled it down for her. Sansa was busying herself trying to get the perfect angle to take a group selfie. She looked lovely in all of them, and you tried to help by striking a cute pose or two, but Arya’s side of the picture came out blurry each time due to her constant movement. Sansa settled for cropping her younger sister out of the picture, posting only the two of you to Instagram with a myriad of holiday-related hashtags. You heard Theon begrudgingly breaking up a fight between Rickon and Bran in the back row. Suddenly, you felt a ticklish sensation on the bottom of your foot and shrieked, kicking your legs so much that Nymeria got excited and jumped at you as your boyfriend, Robb, looked back at you with a devilish laugh.

“How are you liking your first Stark Christmas?” He asked from the passenger seat. You rolled your eyes.

“I love it! I liked the part where we finally arrived at our destination.” He laughed at your sarcasm.

“We are a proud family. We don’t go to Home Depot-“ he scrunched his nose as he said the words, “for our Christmas trees. If you’re going to marry me one day you gotta get with the traditions.” He said it so casually, but your stomach erupted with butterflies. You two had been dating for a year and had never talked about marriage before. You were still a bit young to be thinking about it, but just the thought that Robb saw you in his future filled you with warmth. His half-brother, Jon, also seemed to pick up on Robb’s slip-up, teasing him about it for the rest of the drive. Robb just puffed out his chest and proudly doubled down on his statement, but you spotted the faintest hint of pink on his cheeks.

When you finally arrived, Arya and the younger Stark boys had taken to chasing Nymeria through the tree lot, Jon trailing behind to make sure they didn’t get into too much trouble, while Theon tried to impress Sansa by identifying the types of pine. It was an unspoken arrangement that Robb would be choosing the Christmas tree this year. Ever since his father, Ned, had passed, the family looked to him as the man of the house. Catelyn hadn’t even had the energy to come tree shopping this year. It inspired you the way the Stark children were keeping their spirits up and keeping their traditions alive. You just worried about your boyfriend, having to be the ‘strong’ one all the time. You squeezed his hand reassuringly and he smiled, leaning over to give you a quick kiss as you two looked along the rows of trees.

“I don’t know the first thing about tree shopping,” you confessed. You’d mostly said it to distract him, but it seemed to have worked. The spacey look in his eyes was replaced by a playful, judgey one.

“Yeah, they don’t teach you that on Amazon, do they?” He unconsciously raised his left eyebrow as he spoke, a quirk you loved about him.

“It was one time,” you groaned.

“A white, plastic Christmas tree,” he recalled with disgust. “Wasn’t it one of the mini ones, too?”

“My dorm has mandates on that sort of thing,” you whined. “A real tree is a fire hazard.”

“A fake tree is a relationship hazard,” he quipped. “No girlfriend of mine gets—“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,” you shoved your gloved hand over his mouth, earning your palm a bite that made you yelp and drop your hand in turn. “Show me how to choose a good tree.” The corners of his lips wobbled slightly, but you watched him try to keep his expression straight.

“I don’t know,” he confessed softly. “My dad used to go on and on about it but I never really paid attention. I didn’t think I’d have to do it on my own so soon.” The winter breeze carried his last words away, a whisper floating between rows of silent pines.

“You’re not alone,” you reminded him. “You’ve got your brothers and sisters, and Theon, and your mom… and me.” You focused on the button of his jacket as you said that last part. You didn’t know if it was presumptuous to count yourself in with his family, but you’d meant it. You wanted him to know he wasn’t alone. That you were there for him. Cold gloved fingers gripped your chin and raised your gaze to meet his ocean blue eyes.

“I know that, love,” he said. For a moment, you did nothing but look at each other. His eyes, his expression was so open. It was the most vulnerable moment you two had shared, yet not a word was spoken. You dared not breathe, afraid he would close himself off again. But he didn’t. He just looked at you, speaking with his eyes.

‘I love you,’ you thought as hard as you could. ‘I’m in love with you.’

Then slowly, he leaned in, his hands slipping into your hair. Your eyelids fluttered shut instinctively; your heartbeat quickened as your icy lips met his soft, warm ones. How did he always feel so warm? You felt the blood rushing to your cheeks as Robb kissed you slowly, so slowly. His soft lips brushing your own made you feel dizzy and lit a fire inside you at the same time. Even a year in, he still made you so nervous.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close. You couldn’t think of anything else. Just the feeling of him gently sucking on your lower lip and releasing it. His breath fanning your face as he sighed out. Your heart was so full of him you could burst. His hands on your waist, his eyes shut, his forehead leaning against yours for just a second before he slowly opened his eyes.

“I love you, Y/N,” he breathed softly.

“I love you,” you whispered back.

One look at your face and he was kissing you again, his lips fervently locking with your own. You reached up to caress his face but he caught your hand, cradling it against his chest.

“Hey, GET A ROOM!” Theon’s voice called out from behind you. Jon’s deep laugh followed.

“There’s children here you know! Did they even pick out a tree?!” He asked, earning more laughter from Theon. Robb groaned and your eyes fluttered open in time to watch him flip them off.

“Yeah, that one,” he gestured with his head to the tree closest to you. His eyes never left your face as you turned to look at it. It was crooked, and short, with uneven branches that drooped low. You were no tree expert, but even you could tell it was quite ugly.

“That one?” You asked, eyes widening. “Are you sure, because I know Christmas trees are super important to you, and—“

“Shut up, Y/N,” he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss that left you weak at the knees. Catelyn had raised an eyebrow when you all arrived home and presented her with Robb’s tree choice, but you had all been so busy laughing and decorating and watching films and baking that Christmas that somehow, that ugly little tree became the most perfect thing you could imagine.

#robb stark x reader #robb stark x you #robb stark/reader #robb stark/you #robb stark imagine #robb stark drabble #robb stark fic #robb stark fanfic #fluff

[sleepyhead-poll]

ROUND 3D, MATCH 4 OUT OF 4!

Propaganda Under the Cut:

Haar:

So sleepy he will see your army attacking along the border he's patrolling and will decide a nap is a better use of his time than reporting said attack or engaging. Reigns in the hot-head go getter Jill just to get more nap in. Has to be talked out of napping to join your army and also every support convo he has is about naps, trying to take a nap, or being woken up from a nap. Probably looked at everyone who got turned to stone in Radiant Dawn and thought "Goddess I wish that was me".

Linhardt von Hevring:

linhardt has like 1 goal in life and its to be able to sleep as much as he wants and research whatever he wants without any pressure from anyone or anything <3 quote from his wiki page: "he often flutters from interests and is only able to focus on whatever fancies him in the moment. Additionally, his extreme disinterest in anything off-topic will cause him to become drowsy and/or fall asleep." he's neurodivergent as hell

Bro just wants to sleep instead of going to war. He took a nap in the cafeteria with a fucking pillow. Bro is so sleepy and wanting to nap all day that he can’t even be bothered to introduce himself properly “Linhardt. Goodbye.” Anyway he is the best sleepy boy :)

Besides being the Goddess' sleepiest soldier, Linhardt is literally introduced in a cutscene falling asleep mid-lecture and his personal ability is called Catnap ('Snooze' in Japanese). Catnap allows Linhardt to recover HP if he doesn't take any actions during a turn. 🙏 Bro is sleeping on the battlefield

He's just a sleepy boy who brings a pillow around to sleep and doesn't give a fuck. His conversation during the great tree moon(april)? About how it's the best time to sleep? He's damn right.

Not really currently but they're really cool and sleepy and also bi

Just a sleepy guy who wants to nap over studying and battling.

Eepy eepy boy:) also most likely autistic

he’s so eepy!!!!!! the eepiest!!!!!!!! it’s one of his defining traits also he’s one of the only characters you can gay marry in the game

Chill and sleepy.

He is such a sleepyhead. He tends to come across as ditzy or spacey to others, when often he is just so so so sleepy. He caries around a pillow sometimes because he'll sleep wherever and whenever. He doesn't seem to care that others find it distasteful, because he's happy getting lots of sleep. He may have narcolepsy; but it doesn't seem to be an established word in canon so most people things he's lazy or avoidant of things, when he really just can't help it. As the teacher you can acknowledge him though and validate that being sleepy doesnt mean hes wrong, as long as he works hard when he's awake. Despite his sleepy though he's there for his friends in battle (usually as a healer in my games since he's not a fan of violence) and just lives a long nap afterwards.

Lindhart’s S support (basically a proposal scene) is him taking a nap with you and it’s the gayest shit ever

#round 3 #round 3d #fire emblem #fire emblem path of radiance #fire emblem three houses #fe9 #fe16 #haar #linhardt von hevring #poll bracket #poll tournament #polls #character polls #sleepyhead poll

[tiptapricot]

Ok hc idea but what if Marc set up Stevens phone so that the voicemails to his mother actually went to him and maybe if Marc has a spare moment while fronting he'll sit with a coffee and just... Listen to Steven? Catch up with how his life is going and just feel close to him? Be proud of his boy for sticking up for himself against Donna or how he took a nice walk through the park and saw a cool bird?

This hurts me greatly.

NO BUT LITERALLY This is one of my favorite fandom headcanons because it like… makes sense. While I don’t think every one of Steven’s calls was to an actual number, I like the idea of him having his mom’s contact in his phone, or someone he believes is his mom’s contact.

Marc set up the apartment, we know that, since their mom absolutely wouldn’t have and likely never even went to England, and he’s also probably the one who sent Steven postcards. He’s done so much to build up this elaborate role to care for Steven through, because it’s his only way to interact with him semi directly while still staying in the background. And Steven’s life needs some structure to uphold its illusion, to keep it so that he can exist semi-normally separate from their trauma.

The real phone contact wasn’t their initially, I think, not at first. It was just the house and then the postcards (because Marc visited somewhere on a mission and thought about how Steven always mumbles about feeling trapped or never getting time off from work, and he thought maybe giving him a secondhand window into the rest of the world would help ease the tension. Which it did. And does. So he continues), but then Marc started noticing the calls.

Maybe Steven didn’t do them at first, maybe something about the postcards sparked his brain to talk to her again, put his mom back as a forefront relationship. Like… if she was sending him things, he should too!

Marc started out bitter about it. He’d drift near front and hear Steven chattering away like he was talking to an old friend and it made him feel… wrong, and he’d recoil and sink down so he wouldn’t have to hear it. But it kept going. It never stopped. And Marc started trying to linger close to front more frequently so he could hear about Steven’s day, but that ended up getting messy. His presence would make Steven spacey or confused because he was getting too close, their communication not really at the point of comfortable cocon at that point.

And Marc didn’t want to cause harm (which is what he’d see it as, as intruding on Steven’s life because he’s he only one of them who gets to have that and Marc has already taken so much all he does is steal, doesn’t he?), and so he came up with the contact. He wired it to a burner phone, one he didn’t use for anything else, and labeled it “Mum💖🐊!” and Steven started calling it seamlessly, rattling on to a number that never talked back, to an empty message line.

The messages are always cut off at the start, since Steven usually starts talking before it goes to voicemail, but Marc still gets enough. Steven will slip out of front after a long day, or Marc will push into control for a mission, and there’s something there waiting for him. If he doesn’t have a mission, he’ll sit on Steven’s bed and flip open the little phone, the screen illuminating his face in blue in the dark, and there’ll be a message or two waiting.

(“Hey Mum! You won’t believe it but today I had an amazing chat with a bloke at work…. Yeah! He was some type of exchange student, I think, agreed that tons of the junk we’re selling is inaccurate… Right? It’s a bloody relief that’s what it is. He was quite nice, actually, though I don’t think he’ll be coming back. Shame that. Leaving me stuck with Donna.” Laughter crackles over the speakers.)

If he does have a mission, he listens to the messages on plane rides, and in the back of jeeps, and in the steamy bathroom of a hotel where he’s trying to scrub the blood from his hands.

(“Hey Mum!” “Helloo!” “Mornin’!” “Love you so much, bye!”)

Marc holds the phone so tight to his ear sometimes he’s worried it’ll break. (But it won’t. It’s a nokia for a reason)

The messages allow him to keep tabs on pieces of Steven’s life he can’t be present for, make sure he’s still comfortable and catch any events that might run into time he has to be away. It can be a bit patchy sometimes, since Steven doesn’t always actually press the call button, doesn’t always actually talk to anything, but that’s ok. Marc’s gotten good at taking what he can get, at grasping at scraps.

He’ll answer sometimes, if he’s alone. Pretends like Steven’s talking to him for real. He’ll respond in the space of the blank pauses and hope the reply matches up alright, and sometimes he can almost forget he’s talking to a recording and not the real thing… until the usual “Lators gators!” Steven always tacks on to the end. That always makes Marc’s breath stutter.

It’s stupid. It shouldn’t. He isn’t really part of Steven’s life, not really, so he shouldn’t expect it to feel real. He’s forging a fantasy to step in by proxy, to give him access to information and… a voice. Someone to talk to, even if they aren’t really talking back. It’s close enough. He makes it work.

Sometimes he wonders, though, how close it is to the truth.

Steven says “Mum,” and Marc listens, and wonders how much he takes after her, if his voice raises the same way and carries the same force, if his anger would make others scared like hers did, if he drinks the same way she does, for the same reasons.

Steven says “Mum,” and Marc hears it, and eventually it gets hard to distinguish where the act ends and he begins.

“She” isn’t like this, not like he makes her out to be, not real, but he is. “She” didn’t leave a letter under the door with twisting letters and a reminder to eat regularly, but he did. “She” didn’t leave a little wrapped present for the mail desk to get to him, didn’t look through online pet stores until he found some suitably nerdy tank decorations, but he did.

“She” didn’t care for Steven, but Marc does.

And he’s not quite sure he can stop.

#what did this turn into? i have no idea #is it coherent? also no idea #ALSO SHOULD SAY totally don’t think of post Cairo when everything has been revealed #Steven looking back on everything he thought his mum did for him and just seeing… Marc #seeing him. seeing though the veil. seeing him for him and all his actions and all his care. #def don’t think about that #moon knight #marc spector #steven grant #the fruit is talking again #the fruit is answering again #mikes mk meta #moon knight 2022

[rosinbae]

hiraeth ⋆ sung hanbin

◜✧◞ SYNOPSIS ─ a love story that ended tragically for the two souls.

◜✧◞ PAIRING ─ sung hanbin x male!reader

◜✧◞ GENRE ─ heavy angst, somewhat fluff.

◜✧◞ WARNINGS ─ mentions of bullying and homophobia.

"dad?"

y/n shifts, gaze softening as he notices his son at the door. he doesn't know why his son is awake at 1 in the morning, but he doesn't say anything more as he pats the spot on his bed beside him. "hi han, why are you up this late?"

the six year old, haneul, sits down beside his father as he clears his throat. "um— well, i wanted you to tell me a story".

"a story?" y/n raised an eyebrow.

"for an assignment, we have to ask our parents to tell us a story important to their lives, do you have any stories for me?"

y/n hums, mind racing for stories that he thought haneul would be interested in. he smiles as a familiar story comes to his mind, one that he was sure haneul would like since he always asked.

"well, would you like to learn about your other parent?"

haneul's eyes widen as he stares at his father with a shocked expression. "really?" he squeals, excited because he had always wanted to know about his other parent, one which he had never met before, only heard of from small memories or on vhs tapes his father owned.

y/n nods, though a painful one, as he stares at his son with his enamored eyes. "well, i never told you about them, might as well now, don't you think?"

haneul nods excitedly, clapping his hands as he stares at his father patiently, waiting for him to start the story.

"right.." y/n whispers, running a hand up and down his son's back. "where do i start?"

"yah! l/n y/n!"

the sixteen year old y/n groans as he hears the familiar shout. he stops dead in his tracks and turns around, whispering small complaints under his breath as he faces seok matthew.

"matthew! you have to stop yelling my name" he grits his teeth as he says those words. the seok simply giggles as he stares at his best friend, shaking his head at his words.

"shush, you love me" he replies. "i heard that the theater's getting a renewal! meaning next year, your finally allowed to put on that show!"

y/n looks shocked for a moment, but then a small smile crosses his face as he thinks about how this situation went well for him.

"congratulations y/n!"

"thank you!"

but y/n only pays attention to that voice for a little while, because his eyes immediately move to search for a certain friend of his. he catches another pair of brown eyes, and smiles at the sight of that friend.

ah yes, that sung hanbin— the boy who was constantly on his mind and always plagued his mind at the worst times. the boy who was always there when y/n had breakdowns over his parents' harsh words, the boy who y/n could always go to whenever he needed comfort.

once hanbin registers their eye contact, he gives y/n a small smile. "congrats n/n." he mouths, and y/n simply laughs sarcastically. "no need to congratulate me, you did much better."

hanbin simply shakes his head, waving his hand dismissively. he walks up to y/n, casually throwing an arm around his shoulder as he stares at him with enamored eyes. "i did better? learn to appreciate yourself, y/n".

"oh shut up" y/n scoffs, lightly nudging hanbin who gives a little grunt. "you did do better, don't try to convince me otherwise".

the sung rolls his eyes, though he gives another smile as a tiny of red spread across his cheeks.

he tries his best to ignore it, as he listens to y/n chatter with some other people, members of the school council, former theater members, even some of the teachers, hanbin just stood there, thinking.

"hey" hanbin snaps out of his thoughts when he feels a flick to his forehead. he winces and gives a small glare to y/n, which didn't last long since he gaze immediately softened upon seeing the look in his eyes.

"huh? what?" he inquires, and y/n chuckles at his forgetful behavior.

"stop being so spacey" he mutters, nudging him with his shoulder. "we have to go congratulate you" he gives a teasing smile, linking arms with hanbin as he makes his down the hall with him.

for some reason, sung hanbin just can't stop staring.

"don't you think he's a little troubling, honey?"

y/n is always used to his parents not using the nicest remarks when referring to him, his older brother was the golden child, even though he had as many achievements now that he was in his junior year of high school.

they refused to acknowledge any of that though, all because of his stupid sexuality, a sexuality he hadn't even figured out yet.

y/n remembers getting restlessly bullied by his brother for stuff he couldn't control, stuff that his parents told him was wrong, like liking boys for example. he never truly understood what was so wrong about it, but he had heard his parents discussing conversion therapy before.

he couldn't bear to think about such a thing.

"troubling as in messing around? then yeah".

"but what are supposed to do?" his mother says, clearly trying to whisper but failing to do so. "we can't have him be— a homosexual, not only is it wrong, but it's disgusting! do you know what this does to our reputation if anyone finds out about this? we have to send him to that camp you mentioned earlier—"

"but, then we have to explain to people why he's gone, where he disappeared off to, and then we have to try and figure out a cover up story".

"i'm telling you! it's all because those people he's hanging out with! we should stop him from going to school, he's clearly hanging around the wrong people!"

y/n sighs, not even making an effort to be silent as he slams his room door, locking it instantly. they don't care, of course they don't care, they only care about their stupid reputation, his stupid brother, their stupid beliefs which aren't supposed to have any hold of him.

he simply sits down on his bed, mind racing as he thinks about how he doesn't really have any options as long as he lives in this household. his only real passion is theater, and it won't get him anywhere as long his older brother is the one with all the achievements.

he's too lost in his thoughts when he hears a knock at his window, his face lights up as soon as he sees who it is, and he rushes to go open it. "hi" hanbin simply smiles, sticking out his tongue.

"i'll close the window on your fingers if you don't just come in" y/n deadpans, and hanbin chuckles at the overly aggressive tone in his voice.

"so.." hanbin closed the window as soon as he climbs in. "what's wrong?"

"huh?"

"you look like your about to cry" hanbin replies, and y/n curses internally because he knows him so well, curse sung hanbin for being so attentive towards him and caring so much about how he feels.

y/n sighs, simply letting himself fall into hanbin's arms as the sung cages him in his arms. "maybe i heard my parents discussing on how they are going to probably send me to conversion therapy because they don't like how i'm attracted to you" he mumbles casually.

"but besides that, i'm just naturally sensitive, you know?" he buries his face into hanbin's chest. "i am much of a crybaby.."

"don't say that" hanbin lifts y/n's head, cupping his face with his hands as he stares at him lovingly. "you know what? it's really stupid how your parents think, they can't see how much they scored with a child like you".

y/n stares back, biting his inner cheek as he listens to hanbin continue talking. "y/n, you are literally so talented, i don't know how i got with a person like you, because i am genuinely so grateful for you, and everything you have done for me".

"i should be telling you that" y/n replies, shaking his head as he smacks him on the shoulder. "your probably one of the best things that's happened to me in my sixteen years of living".

"is that an exaggeration?"

"i mean— i am the president of the theater club, it's kind of my job".

hanbin chuckles, simply staring at his boyfriend with that loving gaze which makes y/n feel as if he's about to suffocate.

"ugh, y/n i love you so much".

"stop it, you sound so corny".

"that's what you get for deciding to date me" he teases in a singsong voice, y/n rolls his eyes. he watches as hanbin takes another simple glance at him, sticking out his tongue once again.

"your stupid.." he mutters under his breath.

but that wasn't really true.

"y/n, i have to tell you something!"

y/n flips through the manual for that years theater performances as he only hums at the voice calling to him. he smiles as he catches sight of matthew from behind him, but his best friend doesn't seem so happy.

he removes his earpiece. "is something wrong matthew? did i do something wrong?" he asks, and he watches his best friends face fall even more as a thought crosses his mind.

"can we talk.. um— alone?" he asks, his gaze momentarily flicks over to hanbin, but he takes y/n's wrist and leads him out of the room, making the l/n stumble as he doesn't expect for that to happen.

"matthew what? what's going on—"

"why didn't you tell me!?" the seok immediately exclaims, he looks as if he wants to be pissed off, but for some reason he can't, because this is his best friend of eight years he's talking about.

"huh—"

"about your parents!? about them planning to send you away— oh my god! when were you planning on telling hanbin—"

"i was planning on telling him soon!" y/n shrieks, his voice wavering as he thinks about the horrible decision of him to not tell his partner about what his parents planned on doing. "i just thought— i feel like he's going to be mad!"

"mad? y/n! this is sung fucking hanbin were talking about! he'd move a whole ass universe for you! do you understand that if you don't tell him now your gonna regret it when you two eventually separate?"

y/n takes in his best friends words, and matthew sort of steps back, as he feels he's come off as a bit..aggressive with that tone of his. "sorry, i know that might've come off as aggressive".

"it's alright, you were looking out for me" y/n hangs his head as he mumbles those words under his breath. "i should tell him, but i definitely do have to tell him, i know that he's gonna be disappointed when i leave without telling him anything—"

"y/n, you leave next friday, either you break it to him or you don't, and leave" matthew explains, hugging his sweater as he shoots a sympathetic look to his best friend.

"i know.." he covers his face with his hands. "i just have so much to do, and my parents— fuck they're not gonna let it go if they figure out i've been with him for over eight months now".

"honestly, fuck what they think y/n. if they can't see beyond who you love, then i'm sorry, but you need to cut them off".

those words linger through y/n's head as he continues on with everything else that week. as friday approaches, his mind constantly races as he goes from telling hanbin to simply just going off and never speaking to him again.

well i can't do that— that would be so stupid of me to just leave him behind without saying anything then we never see each other again for the next few years! that's awful!

y/n is so grateful when it rains, because his parents are petty and hate rain. he doesn't listen to their shouts as he mindlessly walks into the rain, smiling as it immediately falls onto him and begins messing up his hair.

he knows, he just knows that this is where they'll probably meet for the last time, but that's okay, it doesn't matter anymore.

"i knew you'd show up".

"shut up" he scoffs at the sight of sung hanbin, his first and only ever love. he looks so messy, his hair is wet from the rain and looks a little messy, but he still looks so good, y/n can't help but love.

y/n immediately pulls him by his wrist, making hanbin stumble and let out a yelp, then a small giggle escapes his lips as he stares at y/n with loving eyes.

"you know, i've always wanted to do this" y/n says, wrapping his arms around hanbin's neck, tilting his head and squinting his eyes to get a better look at him.

"do what?" hanbin asks, genuinely curious, even though he probably has an idea of what y/n wants to do with how he's staring at him.

"kiss someone in the rain" he replies, and hanbin hums as his arms unconsciously wrap around his waist. he tilts his head, inquiring slowly. "but your not worried that your parents are gonna see?"

"i don't care about them anymore" he mumbles, gaze now focused on hanbin's lips. "are you gonna kiss me now, or what?" he asks, tilting his head again as he stares at hanbin.

"i thought you were gonna do it".

"coward".

"okay, be quiet".

hanbin rolls his eyes, moving forward to capture y/n's lips in a kiss, which takes him by surprise despite him being the one to bring it up in the first place. he lets out a small yelp, but quickly relaxes as hanbin runs a hand up and down his waist, a small reassurance.

in all honesty, this is exactly how y/n imagined a kiss in the rain. it feels so magical to him, and he can't help but giggle as he feels himself lightly stumble due to how tight hanbin is holding him.

he moves up his hand and runs it through hanbin's wet hair. he bites his bottom lip and it makes hanbin laugh, making him pull away as he giggles at the sight of the sight of his love.

"that" y/n doesn't finish his sentence as he just laughs, shaking his head. "that was amazing" he explains, pulling hanbin closer as the sung lets out a little yelp.

"fuck, i love you so much" y/n mumbles, the rain still falling so hard that his clothes are drenched. he doesn't care if he's wet and gross, he doesn't want to let go of hanbin, he just wants to spend the rest of his life with him, he doesn't really care about his future endeavors as long as he just spends the rest of his life with hanbin—

he can't imagine going on without him.

hanbin seems to begin getting emotional, but he shakes his head and buries it into y/n's neck. "i— i know a lot of this is my fault and i'm so sorry for everything y/n".

"it's not your fault, none of it is your fault" y/n chuckles, but hanbin just keeps his head buried in his shoulder. "hey, look at me".

reluctantly, hanbin lifts up his head, y/n using his finger to pick up his chin so he could stare him in the eyes. "you know this isn't the end, right? we'll see each other again".

hanbin tears up, and lets his head hang low. "don't make promises you can't keep" he mutters, a few tears running down his cheeks. y/n wipes the tears away from his thumb, and he simply chuckles again.

"your so stupid.." he mutters under his breath.

but it still wasn't really true.

"wow.." haneul mumbles, looking down at his fingers as he takes in the story. he always knew his grandparents and uncle weren't the best of people, but he never knew how much his father really went through just because of who he loved.

when he looks up, he notices the tears welling up in his father's eyes as he finishes the story he had refrained himself from telling for so long. "dad? are you okay?"

y/n sniffles, quickly wiping away his tears with his sleeve. "yeah, sorry, i get emotional whenever i bring hanbin up" he mumbles, but he smiles at his son. he looks so much like him.. he thinks with a small smile, running a hand over haneul's hair.

"it's okay" haneul whispers, looking down again as he pouts. "i can't believe you never told me about him, i mean— i always wanted to know".

"i didn't want you to feel disappointed.." y/n mutters, sighing as he closes his eyes, hands still resting on haneul's head. "he's the one who chose your name, you know?"

haneul lights up. "really?"

"yep" y/n nods, heart piercing as he thinks about how long it's been since he talked to hanbin, since he even mentioned him. "he named you haneul, after the sky, i couldn't disagree with him because it was so nice".

haneul giggles, feeling his father run his fingers through his hair once again. "so when can i meet him, dad? or..?"

"you already have" y/n whispers, much to haneul's surprise. "you just don't remember".

"what!? he's so cute hanbin!" y/n exclaims, gaze stuck on the child with beautiful dark brown eyes and chocolate colored hair. he was pretty much an identical to hanbin, like a mini hanbin in so many ways y/n could literally make a whole list.

"i knew you'd like him" the child lights up and immediately runs over to hanbin, hugging him around the leg. hanbin pats his head, running his fingers through his hair. "his name is haneul".

"like the sky?" y/n inquires, watching as the kid attaches himself to hanbin's leg. hanbin nods, smiling at him. he looks down at haneul, who is still nervous about y/n's presence, clearly.

"hanie, this is y/n, my partner" hanbin says, he notices haneul nod, and he smiles once again. "no need to worry, he's gonna take care of you too, like i am" he whispers, and haneul turns to y/n, giving him a shy smile.

y/n simply stares at haneul, that familiar look of love in his eyes similar to the one he always looks at hanbin with. he smiles at haneul, and reaches over to pat his head, making the young boy giggle.

hanbin looks back over at y/n, shaking his head as he continues to stare lovingly at his partner. he's so pretty, so amazing, talented, he could never imagine his life without him. as he looks back down at haneul, he can't believe how far his life has gotten.

"y/n?" he calls out, and the l/n looks back at him, giving a small hum. hanbin smiles as he sees his partner so pretty, even if he's so casual about everything, hanbin can't contain how much he loves him. "i love you" he says.

y/n smiles, looking to both haneul and hanbin with endearing eyes. he could feel his heart getting warmer as he looks in him in the eyes, he loves him so much, he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, with haneul , he just wants to be happy.

"i love you too, hanbin".

#sung hanbin #zerobaseone #zb1 #zb1 hanbin #zb1 imagines #sung hanbin x reader #sung hanbin imagines #zb1 scenarios #zb1 drabbles

[woodstoneb-b]

Hello and welcome to Woodstone Manor - I have been here since the beginning, this house growing up in my shadow. A majestic mighty tree that has stood the test of

Nah this is weird...I'm Jay Arondekar and this is all just a simulation. Because video games are awesome and so is this ability my wife, Sam has. She can see ghosts!

She inherited this house from her Great Aunt and after falling down the stairs and kind of dying for a bit - she got better! - she can see actually see and hear ghosts.

There's 8 of them haunting here (well...not exactly, but more on that later)

This is them! Well, almost all of them... From left to right - Trevor aka "No Pants" (fortunately this game doesn't let Sims go pantsless, but he absolutely insisted on me putting him in tiny underpants after this...weirdo.) He's a finance bro from 2000 - he worked at Lehman Brothers (yeah those guys), despite this he's not as shitty as you'd think.

Then there's Sasappis, he goes by Sass (a well deserved nickname my wife tells me), he's a Lanape who's tribe used to live on the land here and he died back in the 1500s. Despite that he really loves TV.

Next to him is Flower - and you can totally guess where she's from right? The 1960s. She died on the property after trying to hug a bear, drugs were involved. She's cool though, if a bit spacey.

The guy next to her is an honest to God Viking from like the year 1000. Did you know there were Vikings in New York?! I did not so this was pretty epic to find out. According to my wife the good news about Thorfinn aka Thor - he's learnt to speak English, the bad news - he talks a lot about murdering and pillaging, also cod, salmon...any fish really.

And your eyes do not deceive you, next to Thor is a soldier from the Revolutionary War - Captain Isaac Higgintoot, who you can learn all about by reading my wife's recently released book on him The Forgotten Founding Father: The Isaac Higgintoot Story - available from all good bookstores! He died from dysentery, but we don't talk about that

The guy in front who looks like boy scout, is not a boy scout, he's Pete, Pine Cone Troop Leader and awesome travel agent (kids ask your parents about that), he's from the 80s, loves D&D, basketball.

And in the back wearing the eyecatching red, is Alberta who you may have heard about from the monthly Murder at the Manor?! podcast hosted by my wife and Todd Pearlman complete and a total loon who has one of Alberta's toenails and wants to clone her she was a raising star in the Jazz Age and her loss is utter tragedy for the music world.

And this is Henrietta "Hetty" Woodstone aka the owner of Woodstone Manor - well, that would actually be my wife, since Hetty is a ghost, but yeah. She wanted a screengrab of just her because as the owner of Woodstone she deserves it. She and her asshole (we're not striking that out? No? OK) husband/cousin, Elias - Mill Owners and Robber Barons built Woodstone in the 1850s. Apparently, there was a house on it when they started, but they made it the place it is today.

Here's the ground floor layout, there's a Ballroom, a Library, a Music Room and a Games Room. So yeah, the Woodstone's were rolling in it!

The first floor, where the bedrooms are, there's actually 9 of them - well 8 if you don't include the Owner's Suite, or 6 if you take out the ghosts' bedrooms (why do ghosts need their own bedrooms? Because getting walked through hurts. They bunk up, Thor and Trevor share the Private Living Room so that means only 3 bedrooms are out of commission. Although the one marked "Spruce" isn't actually available yet because of a terrible mould issue so there's actually 5 guest rooms at the B&B in real life. But for the purposes of the game here, each Ghost gets their own room, again! They're pretty jealous of their simselves to be honest.

We have a basement with an actual secret Vault in it! Sadly, the visions I had a piles of gold ala Scrooge McDuck did not come to be. But you can drink wine down there now, it's accessed by a secret room and passageway. Where exactly is the secret door? You'll have to visit us to find out!

There's also a whole group of ghosts in the hot water heater room that died of Cholera, my wife says be glad you can't see them.

And finally the attic, you don't wanna go up there, it's full of old stuff including metal things that are probably a tetanus hazard. Also there's a ghost of a teenage girl up there, she got murdered on her way to prom in the late 80s and she's pretty pissed about it. Which is totally understandable, although she's also a huge mean girl and that sucks.

So now you have a bit of background! Tune in next time to see how the Ghosts settle in and their excitement at actually being able to leave the Manor grounds! (Did you know Ghosts are bound to the places they haunt? Turns out they are...which is why my wife and I have to put up with them)

#ghosts cbs #woodstone b&b #introduction #the sims 3

[criminalskies]

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Send me a rose and I'll reward you with a sentence from a WIP of mine

okay casper you're so sweet I feel bad giving you the angstiest thing I ever wrote but it's still a WIP I guess...

TW: themes of abuse

None of the team ever asked how you got into behavioral analysis, so you never had to explain the treatment you endured in your youth. But here you are, at a bar, celebrating what can only be considered a win, with some of your favorite people you’ve ever had the privilege of meeting. You were just thinking about how lucky you are to have finally found your place in this big adult world, to have found your people. People who cherish you just as much as you treasure them. But that’s when you saw him. Your eyes met his from across the dance floor. A pair of eyes you can never, ever forget. A pair of lips that would spit hatred on you when you thought you needed them the most. A boyish face concealing an acid tongue and a love that bites harder than you ever thought possible. Your fruity cocktail slipped from your grasp, smashing on the ground at the very sight of him. Luckily, the team then decided you must have had too much to drink if you can’t even hold onto a glass, and they took you home. To the home that you built, alone. With all the lavish comforts you were denied in the places you’d shared with him, or with your family. 

You didn’t sleep a wink. How was he here right now, In your town? You aren’t sure if he lives here or even if he saw you, but it doesn’t matter. This was your safezone, this town was the one place you’ve been able to stop running. You’re only 26. You’ve spent enough of your life running both towards and away from Marcus. You thought he was the one. The person who would take you from your broken home to somewhere shiny and new. He seemed like the person that could do something like that. But oh, boy were you wrong. Suddenly, you’re glad you kept every picture of every bruise, every screenshot of texts making threats against your life. You made a folder of every key point at which your high school sweetheart romance had turned very, very sour. You spent the night clutching the pages of that folder, every page inside revealing another source of heartache. Your broken wrist, your bruised collarbones, your phone on the floor in pieces, letters from your childhood best friend burned in the fireplace you thought the two of you would grow old in front of. Marcus had-

“You okay, mama?” You blink a few times, seeing Derek’s big hand, his fingers clicking right before your eyes. 

“What?” You can’t quite hear him, too engulfed in listing the things Marcus took from you. “I said, are you feeling okay? You look awfully far away.” Derek’s face comes into focus, his dark brows drawing together in concern. He’s been like a big brother to you these last few months, always having your back. It’s been nice having somebody in your corner. But now you really don’t think you want to share the truth with him. You haven’t known him long enough yet to prove you’re not some broken damsel in distress. It’s too soon for him to know you’re too weak to fight back against a violent abusive ex.

“Uh, yeah, I didn’t get much sleep last night. I’m feeling a bit spacey. I might get some water” You push yourself up out of your chair, trying to step out of where he’s got you caged in. But your steps backwards make your head spin and you feel yourself falling. Luckily, Derek catches you, “woah there, it’s okay. You’re okay, mama. Slowly now” He lowers you to sit on the ground.

#i literally started this in a fit of hatred and rage and never opened it again #i hope you enjoy it though. #rome’s got mail! #rose challenge #rome's writing

[mushiewrites]

Sweet & Sleepy

I...have no explanation for this one, it just came out of absolutely nowhere. I'm not sorry though 🥰

Dream challenges George to keep his arms out to the side and gives him light tickles, seeing how long he can last before gently targeting a very specific sensitive spot

(lee!George / ler!Dream : 1.4K words)

"P-Plehehease Dream, dohon't!" George's giggles were turning more and more desperate as he held his arms stretched out on either side of him, gripping the sheets tightly. The smaller boy writhed against the bed as fingertips trailed up and down the expanse of George's triceps, making him snort out a louder laugh as he continued to twist his fists into the blankets below him.

"You're doing great, George. You're doing so so good." Dream complimented him softly, lifting his head from its place on George's stomach to see the blush spread across his cheeks. The blonde continued to glide his nails along the underside of his upper arms, not able to stop his smile from spreading even wider at the squeaks that started to appear between George's laughs.

The two boys had spent the day popping in and out of streams until later in the day, until finally it was their time to relax. George had found himself in Dream's doorway, and ten minutes later they found themselves in this position. Dream challenged George to keep his arms out to the sides, betting the older boy that he couldn't last five minutes. But that five minutes had come and past with the brunette holding up his end of the challenge.

"H-How lohohong has ihihit been?" He questioned Dream's between his laughter, squirming lightly when the hands reached the sensitive skin by his armpits, using one pointer finger on each arm and lightly scratching. The blush slowly grew deeper when Dream decided to drag his pointer fingers back down his arms, stopping briefly to swirl a few circles in the crease of his elbows to make George squeal. His head shook slightly as the fingertips finally reached the inside of his wrists, trailing tiny lines back and forth across the skin there before gliding back up to the crease of his elbow.

"Longer than I ever thought you'd last." Dream chuckled, glancing down at his phone and seeing that he had been tickling lightly along George's arms for around ten minutes already. The smaller boy twitched to the left as Dream's pointer finger that traced along his right arm made it's way back to George's hand, tapping on the back of it and making George burst into nervous giggles.

"Nohoho, no Dream! You cahan't, you cahahan't!" The elder protested, knowing what the younger boy was requesting. Dream barked out a laugh, rolling his eyes and sitting up to crawl next to George's right arm, letting his left pointer finger drag back up his arm and over his chest, making George squeal before the finger continued its journey onto the right arm. He kept his right hand on the top of George's hand, lightly tapping and his left hand made its way down join the other.

"Come on Georgie, I know you can do it," Dream started lightly, barely above a whisper as to not break the soft and spacey atmosphere the older boy was currently floating in. George turned his head slightly towards Dream, finally cracking open his eyes while he continued to let out little squeaks from the tracing along his inner forearm. Dream was in awe at how adorable George was when he got like this; his eyes were sparkling, the corners of them wet with happy tears due to the light tickles he was receiving.

"O-Okahahay, but stohop when I say, alrihihight?" The groan he let out between his giggles was exaggerated, letting Dream know he wasn't actually annoyed or uncomfortable. The blonde rolled his eyes once more, shaking his head slightly with a smirk as he brought George's right hand up to his mouth, pecking a quick kiss on the back of it before bringing it to rest back on the bed. Only this time, Dream turned his hand so that George's palm was facing upwards. Dream wrapped the fingers of his right hand around George's, leaving his very sensitive palms open and vulnerable.

"I promise." Dream watched as George let out a sigh of relief, knowing that the blonde would stop when he needed him to. Dream raised an eyebrow up at him and George gave him a nod, and that was all he needed to know it was okay to start. The younger boy pressed George's fingers slightly into the bed, his palm stretching out slightly due to the way his fingers were laying against the sheets. Dream brought his left pointer finger back in motion, touching down in the center of George's palm and creating a tight spiral, slowly growing bigger and bigger as it drew further towards the outer palm.

George was cackling, slapping his left arm against the bed and kicking his legs out. Dream knew his palms were extremely ticklish and made sure to always take advantage of this fact whenever they held hands, or whenever George was being particularly annoying; he knew it would always tame the wild beast within George. The smaller boy was practically thrashing now, trying to the best of his ability to close his fist but he couldn't break through Dream's grip.

"P-Plehehease nohoho! It's sohoho bahahad, Dreheheam!" The younger boy giggled along with George, watching as he wiggled the rest of his body because of how much the light tickles were impacting him. He turned his gaze back to George's palm, tracing the pad of his finger over the lines in his skin. This cause George to yank hard at his arm, surprising Dream as he successfully pulled his arm back to his body. George was still lost in a world of giggles, holding his hand close to his chest as he attempted to rub away the ghost tickles with his opposite hand.

"Alright giggles, alright. I'm done, I promise." Dream reached out and gripped George's wrists lightly, pulling his hands into his own lap and rubbing circles into the backs of George's hands with his thumbs. He watched as the brunette took a few deep breaths in, slowly filling his lungs with some much needed air. After a few minutes, the blush began to lighten and George could finally breathe again, pulling his arms from Dream's lap to cover his face in embarrassment as he thought about the events that had just played out.

"Oh come on, it's okay," George peaked through the cracks of his fingers and watched as Dream adjusted himself to lay down next to George, again lightly gripping his wrists and pulling them down in between them. George whined through a quiet giggle, turning to face Dream and the younger did the same. Dream was looking at him as if he had created the stars and George couldn't handle it, letting out an embarrassed groan as he leaned forward and hid his face in the crook of Dream's neck. He placed a quick kiss below his ear, making Dream let out a tiny giggle as he brought his shoulder up to try and protect the sensitive patch of nerves under his skin. He giggled again at the realization that George was blocking him from protecting himself, slightly panicking until George settled his cheek against his shoulder, letting out a deep sigh. Dream wrapped his arms around George, pulling him even closer as he used one hand to stroke up and down the smaller boys back. They stayed like that for a few minutes, Dream leaning back slightly to see that George's eyes were now closed, his breathing shallow as he was slowly falling asleep.

"Someone's sleepy, hm?" Dream chuckled lowly as George let out a high pitched squeak, clearly not appreciating Dream breaking the comfortable silence between the two. After his whines of protest, he slowly nodded his head against Dream's shoulder, letting out a yawn and burying his face further into the crook of his neck. The blonde leaned down slightly, planting a gentle kiss on top of George's head as he closed his eyes himself, smiling while the sound of George's giggles played in his head as he fell asleep.

#lee!george #ler!dream #i dont know whats taken over my brain #but #i cannot stop #thank u llama for the fic title #triceps and palms #triceps and PAAAAAALMS #im yelling #mushie fics #mcyt tickle #my stuff

[sadlyghost]

platonic marc and steven from moon knight with daughter reader (but gender neutral reader please) where the reader is a teen and comes home drunk or stoned or smth and marc and steven take care of them. maybe the reader forces the boys to dance with them befoŕe they sleep? up to you, thank you!

Summary: After drinking alcohol for the first time at a party, you quickly regret it. Luckily your dads are there to take care of you.

Pairing: Steven Grant / Marc Spector x (platonic) Teen Daughter Reader

Words: 1500

Content Warnings: Alcohol, minor panic, being drunk, slight peer pressure.

Gif Caption - "Hopefully you'll be feeling better soon"

You had been invited to a party by some students from a higher grade at your school. You had hesitated in accepting the offer because only one of your friends were going, but you had ultimately decided that this was an opportunity that you didn't want to miss. You couldn't imagine yourself getting invited to any more of these 'cool people' parties, so you wanted to experience it at least once.

However, that didn't seem to of been a good idea, considering that you were currently awkwardly standing at said party, all alone, yet surrounded by people you'd never spoken to before. The one other friend you had gone with had spontaneously decided to speak to some other people, which left you at a loss of what to do.

Some older students had spotted you just hanging around and walked over, chuckling in amusement as they handed you a red cup.

"Uhhh thanks?" you say in confusion as you grab it, sniffing the liquid and wondering why the older students were even talking to you.

"Try some, you'll have more fun if you do. We don't want people moping around, its ruining the vibe" they explain. You swish the liquid around, inspecting it.

"What is it?" you ask softly. They all chuckle to eachother.

"It's alcohol. Vodka and juice, all the people here are drinking it. Have you never had alcohol before?" they explain and inquire. You shake your head in embarassment. They just laugh, patting your head jokingly, making you feel small and immature.

"You'll have lots of fun tonight then. That'll be enough to get you drunk super quick" they say as they walk off.

You spent a while assesing all of your options and considering trying the drink they gave you. You weren't lying, you had never had alcohol before and you definitely weren't planning on it tonight. But everyone else was drinking this, and they all looked like they were having fun. You're friend had ditched you and you didn't know what else to do but mope around until your dads picked you up.

You ended up deciding to give it a try. It couldn't be that bad right?

Turns out that small amount of alcohol could get you more drunk then you had prepared for. Instead of all the other students who were embracing being drunk and having fun, you stood in the corner, wide eyed as you stared out at the room. You didn't want to move. Your body felt like honey, like if you took a step you'd just collapse onto the ground. It was freaking you out to be honest. This was not what you had planned for at all. Alcohol was supposed to make you have fun, not make you scared.

You tried to call your dads to pick you up, but your vision was so blurry and your brain was so unfoccussed that you could hardly navigate your own phone.

You decided that leaving was what you needed to do. You had made a mistake by drinking that and you just wanted to go home. There was absolutely no point in you staying after your friend had ditched you.

Luckily there was a bus stop just down the street, so afer stumbling there, waiting and practically pulling your body on the bus, you were on your way home.

You somehow made your way back to your apartment and shakily walked in, feeling spacey and tired. Steven, who was cooking dinner in the kitchen moved his head to see you at the door.

"Y/n? You're back already? I thought we were going to pick you up in an hour or so" he voices as he pulls off his oven mits. Steven walks over to you and frowns at your slightly distant eyes.

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks in concern. You look up to him and gulp, you didn't want to tell him what happened, but was hiding it even an option?

"I dran' alcohol" you slur out without thinking it through enough. You frown at your pronunciation. Why couldn't you say it properly? Steven looks down at you kind of shocked. He hadn't expected something like this tonight.

"You...drank alcohol?" he repeats back to you clearly. You just nod, your head feeling heavier by the minute. He looks you over, inspecting your eyes and your body language

"Do you know what type and how much?" he asks. You shrug.

"The vodka stuff and I don' remember how much" you inform him openly, currently having no filter at all.

His stance changes slightly as he crosses his arms and looks down at you, your brain is too spacey to notice.

"What were you thinking?" Marc asks, voice sterner than Stevens.

"I though' alcohol wa' supposed to be fun" you say honestly. Marc just shakes his head at that.

"Only sometimes. But you shouldn't be drinking at this age and you definitely shouldn't be drinking at parties full of students older than you. Who knows what they could do" he grumbles seriously. You just sway in your spot slightly as you almost dose off.

"Woah, woah. You alright there?" Steven says as he puts his arms on your shoulders. You just mumble something incoherent in reply.

"Okay, lets get you to the couch why don't we?" he says as he leads you to sit down. He goes off to grab some water and a damp cloth which he places on your forehead. You just stare at the ceiling as he takes care of you.

"I'm going to murder whoever pressured them into this" Marc says to Steven.

"It might have been a choice as well. Regardless, save the lecture for tomorrow please. Spend tonight considering what you were like at that age - curious and eager to fit in I'd guess?" Steven reasons quietly, you not even paying attention to his words at the moment. Marc grumbles but doesn't say anything, letting Steven know that he was indeed right.

"But they're too young for this" Marc pipes in again. Steven nods in agreement.

"I know. But I'm sure this incident has given them perspective don't you think? I don't assume we'll be dealing with this again any time soon. They have to learn some way, lets just hope they understand now" Steven says. You just squirm on the couch, feeling uncomfortable.

"Do you need anything?" Steven asks you kindly. You sit up and look around. Everything still felt so unreal to you, so you just flop back down onto Steven. He catches you, feeling suprised.

You just lay there before you start playing with his shirt. It felt so soft and nice. You moved your head back a bit to look at the fabric with wide eyes. Steven watches, wondering what you were doing.

"You're sooo soft pa" you say in shock. Steven holds back his laugh at your words and what seemed to be amazement at the simple fabric of his shirt.

"Oh my god, they are so drunk" Marc comments, forcing a voice of dissaproval as he also hides the amusment in his voice.

You stand up and pull Steven with you. You hold his arms weakly and begin swinging them around. He just goes along with it.

"What are you doing?" he asks curiously, still slightly amused by your drunk actions.

"Dancey danceyy" you laugh as you imitate some tap dancing, very badly. Steven had to make sure you didn't fall since your balance was currently non-existent. At least your mood had gone up though.

"Dad come dance wit' mee" you say, still swinging your arms about and humming some random tune.

Marc fronts and goes along with it as well.

"Did you guys take dance classes? This is soo unfairrr" you complain, a little discouraged that your body isn't moving like you want it to.

"I think you're just a little out of it" Marc says truthfully. You continue trying to dance though, regardless of your horrible moves.

"Daa dun ta daa" you sing to yourself as you bust another horrible move. Marc snorts softly.

"Wow, maybe we do need to get you some dance classes, this is truely something" he says in amusement. But you were vibing, so it didn't matter in the moment how good you were at dancing.

Eventually you slowed down though, and your dancing came to a halt. You just leaned forward onto Marc.

"'m sleepy" you mumbled. He patted your back softly and nodded.

"Okay, lets get you to bed" he said, acting like he did when you were much younger and he actually did need to put you in bed like this. You just complied as he picked you up and carried you to your room.

He lay down your sleepy body and placed the blankets over you. He then sat on the end of your bed and waited for you to fall asleep so that he was sure you were okay.

"Thanks dad..." you whispered out tiredly. Marc just looked at you as you rolled over to get comfortable, eyes already half closed as you dozed off.

"And thanks pa" you thank Steven as well. Marc sighs. You made a mistake, but you were going to be just fine, he was sure of it.

"Your welcome kid" he replies softly.

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A/N: Thank you for the request! I hope this turned out close to what you imagined. I did try adding some context to the situation, so sorry if that ruins this! Also fun fact, I've never actually been drunk before, even though I'm legally allowed to in my country. So sorry if this is wildly inaccurate! I'm mostly going off what I've seen in movies and stuff. To anyone reading, please don't take a drink from someone, especially if you don't know whats in it. And try not to succumb to peer pressure, you have control over yourself and your own life. Stay safe everyone :)

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