#so no one come for me abt that joke in the beginning please and thank you

[michinnyun]

Fashion Choices

Pairing: Steven Grant x f!Reader, Marc Spector x f!Reader

Summary: You've been giving Steven a hard time about his wardrobe lately. It's not that you don't like when he wears a collared shirt on top of another collared shirt, you just want him to try new things. Then him and Marc decide to tease you about it. Big mistake. Huge. // Chapter 1 is only with Steven. Chapter 2 will be for Marcy-Marc

Tags: Sharing Clothes × Lingerie × Teasing × Established Relationship × Pure Smut × Sub Steven Grant (Marvel) × If You Squint × Dom/sub Undertones × Masturbation × p in v × Enthusiastic Consent × Breeding Kink × No use of y/n × Woman on Top × for the majority of it lol × Multiple Orgasms × Unprotected Sex × Rough Sex

Words: 2.8k

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Steven has a lot of collared shirts. Like, a lot of them.

“You dress like a lesbian,” you tell him one day, laughing when you see that he's layered one of his button ups on top of another collared shirt.

He scoffs. “I can’t believe you just said that to me during Pride month.”

He manages to dodge the book thrown at his head, but he isn't able to dodge your questions after that.

“Why did I find another collared shirt in your bag?” you ask, showing him the reusable bag he'd brought to the shop earlier that day.

He pouts. “That’s for Marc.”

You can’t help but smile at him. He’s adorable. “Nice try. Marc almost exclusively wears crew necks.”

He doesn't meet your eyes. “Jake, then.”

“Jake dresses like a newsie in 1920’s New York.”

Steven groans. “Would you deny me my comforts, woman?” He pulls you into his lap, peppering kisses to your face that make you scream and laugh, trying to escape.

“I just want you all to try branching out!”

His eyes roll back into his head, Marc staring back at you now, intense as always. “Why would we want to do that?” he asks, pressing searing hot kisses into your neck.

The sudden shift in persona and mood makes you dizzy. You don't know if you'll ever get used to them doing that.

You gasp softly, grabbing onto the crinkly-soft fabric of Steven-Marc's starchy shirt.

“Marc,” you murmur, letting him trail a hand down your side. You haven't seen him in a while, and he’s clearly happy to see you, based on the way he's insistently pressing himself into you.

“Baby,” he mumbles back, licking a line up your neck to your earlobe, a white hot spike of arousal shooting down to your clit. You arch against him, letting him lift you and press you into the table, his hand riding up your shirt and teasing a nipple. You can feel how wet he’s making you, the way only your boys can. He laces your fingers together and kisses the back of your hand, ducks down to kiss your neck again-

Then, he stills. “Anyway, lots of work to do today, love. Better hop to it!”

Steven pulls away from you and grabs his stuff, leaving you stunned and frustratingly horny as he heads towards the door.

“W-wh-” you stutter.

“Don’t question my fashion choices!” he shouts, letting the door shut behind him. You narrow your eyes, huffing.

Oh, he’s in for it now. __

Your boys aren't coming over until later. It’s been two days since the Steven-Marc situation, and you won’t even let them sext you. The moment anything remotely sexual starts up, you shut it down. They’re getting restless. Steven especially. He’s always been particularly needy.

The boutique owner had been terribly nice when you'd explained your situation (minus the “my boyfriends’s’s are a superhero/Avatar/legendary warrior with multiple personality disorder” detail). You’d picked out the prettiest piece together, a delicate lace thing with more modest coverings for your private areas. Something that would drive Steven perfectly crazy.

“If I’ve done my job right, this won't survive the night,” she promised.

You’re slightly fidgety. You've never worn something this complicated before. Nothing for the express purpose of getting fucked.

It doesn't matter, really. Your boys can't resist you. That’s what's going to make this so much fun.

One of Steven’s many button ups is covering your lingerie, which had taken twenty minutes of cursing for you to put on. It’s a soft, purple shirt, your personal favorite. He’d been wearing it the first time you met.

You’re reading a book, or trying. You’ve been skimming the same page over and over in nervous anticipation ever since you got the text he’s almost at your flat.

He knocks on the door, and you answer in nothing but his shirt, your hair done in the way you know he loves. He always makes a comment when you wear it like this, so you made sure it was perfect before he came over.

He kind of just stares at you for a minute, taking you in. Then, something happens, something you've only seen a few times before. They start fighting over the body.

“I don’t- she clearly. This is- Marc. Steven. You-Why d-I- Jake, if you don't- Why can’t I, guys-”

He’s saying this all softly, eyes closed in concentration. You don't want to touch him. You don't want him to have a panic attack, and then have your attempt at revenge/seduction turn into something traumatic.

Finally, he settles, and Steven looks at you with wide, wet eyes.

“Is this- for me?” He swallows hard, looking at the way the fabric drapes over your body, just a little too big for you. You nod sweetly, leading him to bed.

He lies back at your insistence, staring up at you in awe as you straddle him, smiling teasingly.

His hand starts to slide up your thigh, but you swat at it.

“No touching,” your murmur, starting to unbutton yourself for him. He nods, swallowing again.

As the beginnings of your surprise are revealed, you realize he might not be the only one who has a problem with this no touching rule.

They’re fighting over the body again.

“If you’d just- Steven, look at her, I can’t- Stop.” Steven says firmly. You quirk an eyebrow.

“Everything alright in there?”

He nods, looking slightly miffed. “Just- you look really, really good, love. Really good. Don’t feel like sharing right now.”

You blush, then wiggle a little. Steven hisses, clenching his hands into fists. Fuck, he's already hard.

He whines when you finish unbuttoning the shirt, letting the fabric pool at your elbows, letting him drink his fill of your new outfit.

He’s slack jawed, mindlessly moving his hips against you. “Fuck,” he whimpers, letting the word trail off into a growl that ends deep in his throat.

His hands are getting fidgety, so you take the opportunity while he’s distracted to grab onto his wrists and pin them next to his head.

“You’re right Steven,” you purr. “I do actually like your shirts. Maybe I’ll wear them more often.”

He throws his head back, groaning. “I knew that's what this was bloody about, you little minx.”

You laugh, grinding down again bodily and making him gasp.

“That’s what you get for being a fucking tease. You can touch when I’m done with your punishment.”

If Steven’s eyes weren't so dark, you're sure you'd be able to see how his pupils are blown wide with lust. He looks ravenous, depraved. You haven't even kissed him.

“Yes,” he murmurs, even as he struggles against your grip.

You let him go, and hum happily when his hands stay in place.

You unbutton his pants, licking your lips as you pull out his cock, hard and leaking for you. You smear a pearl of precome weeping from the tip, relishing the sounds he makes.

You lean down, letting the crotch of your lingerie grind over his hard length. “You’re so mean to me sometimes, Steven. Just wanted to be a little mean back. Give you a taste of your own medicine.”

He whimpers. “Not trying to be mean. Just-just-”

“Just?” you ask, slowing down until he gasps and his hands twitch.

“Just wanted to prove a point,” he finishes lamely, arching his back so he can press up into you. You tsk at him, but allow it.

“Wanna take this off, pretty boy?” you ask, running your hands over the lace covering your plush breasts.

He nods frantically, craning his neck up so he can see a little better, get a little closer. You push him down with one hand, increasing the friction on your clit while you press a chaste kiss to his mouth.

“Later. Good boys get to undress me,” you hum, grinding down and chasing the rush of him pressing against your most sensitive spot. His eyes flutter shut, finally surrendering to you.

“Steven,” you murmur, kissing the corner of his mouth, traveling down his neck and sucking marks into his skin.

He grunts a response, too far gone to really answer you. You leave your tongue over the salt-heat of him, listening to his rattling breaths and stuttering heartbeat.

“You’re doing so good,” you murmur against his neck. “My good boy.”

His hips jerk violently against you, and you stop moving completely. He freezes.

“I’m sorry,” he says frantically, but it's too late.

“Nope,” you say, popping the p. You spread your legs, hovering over him and moving your panties to the side so you can rub your clit.

Steven’s mouth hangs open, devastated yet unbelievably turned on.

“Now you get to watch me come,” you say, gathering some of the wetness leaking from his tip to soften the friction. “And you can't do anything about it.”

He whines, shutting his eyes closed and growling in frustration. You spread yourself wider, letting your legs rest on the tops of his thighs.

Steven loves making you come. With his mouth, his fingers, his cock. Masturbating in front of him is still hot, but it frustrates him more than anything that he’s not the one making you feel good. Little does he know, the sight of him all hot and bothered is usually what gets you there faster. Like right now.

You feel it starting to bubble up, a deliciously warm orgasm that you’ve been depriving yourself of for days since the shirt incident. It takes a little while, but you finally peak, your fingers bringing you to completion at the sight of Steven Grant, helpless and completely distraught underneath you.

You lean forward until you're burying your face in his neck again, your thigh muscles still contracting pleasantly.

Steven hesitates, his hands moving from where they're meant to be to gently hold your waist. You purr, nuzzling into him so he knows he has permission. You're much more agreeable now that you know he’s suffered sufficiently enough.

He kicks his pants off the rest of the way, still gentle, careful not to disturb you in your good mood. You move a little, unbuttoning his shirts until the smooth expanse of his chest is warm under your palm.

“We’re matching,” you murmur happily. He chuckles nervously, one hand moving to cup the lace covering your bottom.

“This for me?”

You nod. “Don’t question my fashion choices,” you say, nipping at his ear lobe.

“Of course not. Never,” he says, running a hand over your garter belt appreciatively.

He reaches behind to move your panties aside, dipping shaking fingers into the wetness you’ve made for him. “Fuck,” he whispers, practically throbbing against you.

“You can go ahead,” you tell him, yawning. “Want you to. Want you inside, Steven.”

“Fuck,” he says a little louder, grabbing his cock where it's trapped between your bodies and sliding it between your legs to bring it home.

He lets out a breath he's been holding in, and you bloom under his fingers, legs widening to accommodate his girth. You’ve had enough teasing, and it looks like Steven has too.

He fucks you at a brutal pace, whining and gasping into your hair while you press sloppy kisses into his jaw.

“So good,” you whisper, encouraging him. “So good. My Steven.”

“I- hah, love you. Fuck.” The easy glide of him inside you isn't enough to make you come again quite yet, but you give a valiant effort. You suck at the tender spot under his ear, the one you know drives him crazy, and his hips stutter.

“Pretty girl, wearing my clothes and putting on nice things. Don’t deserve you, do I? So good to me,” he murmurs into your ear, one arm holding you close while he uses his other hand to push down on your lower back, using you as his little cocksleeve.

“Steven,” you gasp, grinding down harder onto him until you feel blissfully over sensitive, the fabric of his shirts rubbing against your skin while he fucks you hard, the way he’s been waiting to for days.

He groans out your name before he bites down on your neck. You mewl, bearing down on him before you sit back so you can ride Steven properly. He hangs onto your thighs for dear life as you move in earnest, pulling off him fully before slamming back down onto the length of him.

He brings his hands up to cup at the intricate lace designs covering your breasts, snapping the strap of your bra before he thrusts into you so hard that you can feel him in your guts.

“Fuck, can’t get enough of this little pussy,” he says, watching himself disappear into your tight heat. He moves a hand down, pressing a thumb to your abused clit and making you black out a little.

“S-Steven,” you stutter, no longer able to conjure competent speech, not when he touches you like that.

“Yeah, you like it when I touch you? Should’ve let me earlier. Even if you were mad at me,” he rambles, rubbing tight circles that make pleasure travel up your spine.

“Wasn't mad,” you whine. “Just wanted r-revenge. And I-I-” You can’t think about anything other than Steven’s hands on you, bringing you to the precipice of another sorely needed orgasm.

“I know, love,” he coos. “You got what you wanted. Now let me get mine.”

Your head tips back a little before Steven pulls one of the cups of your bra down, sitting up and sucking a pert nipple into his mouth. Your chest is still criss-crossed by straps and covered in lace, and Steven is clearly frustrated by the extra covering which he had found so sexy earlier.

“Steven,” you say breathlessly. “Gonna come again, I-”

“It’s okay,” he mouths against your skin. “You can come. Come all over my cock, love. Wanna feel it.”

He flicks his tongue against your tight bud, and you’re overwhelmed by sensation. Just a little-

You reach your hand down to give your clit a little more attention, and finally your second orgasm of the night claims you.

You milk Steven, making him choke and moan against you as your head tilts back and you cry out into the empty apartment.

Then Steven does something that you didn’t expect. He rips your panties off of you.

“Steven,” you gasp, despite remembering what the boutique owner had said about your outfit not lasting the night. “Those were expensive.”

He flips you over, pulling out and rubbing his cock between your folds. “I'll buy you a new pair,” he says, melding his mouth to yours before he pushes in again.

If you thought he was giving it his all before, you were mistaken. Steven’s fucking you at a punishing, brutal pace, pulling at the straps of your lingerie until one by one they all snap off of you and you’re left bare in nothing but shredded lace and his button-up.

You whine, the result of two orgasms making Steven’s conquest an easy slide. Your eyes roll back into your head a little. He’s relentless, insatiable, biting the meat of your bottom lip and licking into your mouth, fucking you so well that you know you’re going to be thinking about it for weeks.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he stutters. “I’m never going to get enough of you. Fuck. Fuck. I-I’m gonna-”

“Come in me,” you beg. “Steven, Steven, come inside.”

He looks into your eyes. “You want me to come inside? Fill you up? B-breed you?”

You wrap your legs around his back and pull him closer into you, making the angle deeper. He groans, wet sloppy sounds accompanying his increasingly quickening thrusts.

“Come in me, Steven,” you kiss his cheek. “Come in me. Breed me. Please, please.”

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck-”

He pulses inside you, coming hard like you've been daydreaming he would for the past few days. You kiss the side of his head while he buries his face into your shoulder. “Perfect,” you whisper. “Perfect boy.”

He whimpers, still not relenting in filling you. You’re a little surprised. This is the longest an orgasm has ever lasted for Steven. You must’ve taken a lot out of him.

When he’s finally finished, he lets out a big sigh. You rub his back, nuzzling into him and wrapping your arms around his neck, trying to stretch out the moment as much as you can.

“Will you leave me alone about my wardrobe now?” he says into your neck, slightly muffled. You laugh.

“Sure. Only if you promise to wear a t-shirt once in a while.”

He groans. “Deal.”

#REMINDER THAT IM A GAY PERSON BTW #so no one come for me abt that joke in the beginning please and thank you #if you have not been making this joke all month then i'm sorry i don't know what to tell you #anyway happy pride month #my fic #moon knight 2022 #moon knight #oscar isaac #steven grant x you #steven grant smut #steven grant x reader #steven grant #marc spector #marc spector x reader

[ncttytrack]

hi can you make a drabble abt jake fucking a fan after their concert in the backstage 😵‍💫🤤

Damn 🤤 I think i got a little bit carried away...

His personal groupie - s.j

Idol!Jake x fan!reader

Words: 1,5k

Warnings: power dynamics, cream pie, Dom!Jake, Sub!reader

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You were just about to leave the enhypen concert when a guard suddenly appeared in front of you, telling you that the group wants to meet you. As you are confused as to why, you were also excited, they are your favourite singers afterall. When you finally get backstage, you see a door with a sign. ‘Enhypen'. Your whole body is shacking, and you take a deep breath to compose yourself. You nervously knock on the door, maybe too light for the members to even hear.

The door suddenly flies open, and you look up to see Heeseung in front of you. When he sees who it was that knocked on the door, that person being you, a smirk appeared on his face. He looks back at the others, "Jake, she's here". He says as the other members begin to snicker. They all leave, looking back at you while walking away, making you confused.

"Why are you just standing there? Come in beautiful" Jake says and looks at you with a sly grin. Beautiful. Jake Sim just called you beautiful. What is going on? "Erhm, okay" you say awkwardly as you walk into the room, looking anywhere but at Jake.

"You are very pretty, I noticed you on the first row at the concert". Jake is getting closer to you, licking his lips. Your heart beats hard in your chest. You can't believe that Jake just invited you backstage, and you definitely can't believe the words coming out from his mouth. "T-thank you". He bites his lips trying to hold in his laughter. She is so cute. “It's true", he says, being closer to you now.

He definitely picked the perfect fan for his groupie. All the others in the hyung-line had already had one, and he eagerly waited for his turn to fuck a fan. Sunghoon always says how powerful he feels after doing it, like an egoboost. Jake wants that god damn ego boost.

You can feel the touch of Jake's hand on your chin, lifting you up to look at him. You let out a gasp when you feel his thumb sliding over your lips, making your heart skip a beat. You are too concentrated to notice that Jake used his other hand to close the door behind you, though forgetting to lock it.

"Have you ever fucked a celebrity?", he says, still playing with your bottom lip. You gulp down your saliva nervously, trying to calm yourself. The fact that Jake from Enhypen just asked that question, makes this seem like a total joke. “Hm?" Jake hums when he doesn't get an answer as fast as he wanted, tilting his hand to the side and cocking an eyebrow.

"No, no I haven't". You say, trying to keep your eyes away from him. His hands suddenly appear on the lower part of your back, pushing you closer to him, and therefor making it easier for him to slide his leg between your thighs. You whine at the feeling from his leg rubbing against your core. He lets out a chuckle, pressing his hand on your back even harder towards him, making your back arch. Because of this, your breast is pressing against his chest, and he loves how soft you feel.

"Do you want to?" He says, looking down on you. As if you could ever say no. "I promise to make you feel good alright?". You can feel your stomach tingle, and your pussy is already getting wet by his words. Surely this is a once in a lifetime offer, a opportunity you can’t waste. “Please fuck me Jake". His hand leaves your chin, grabbing the back of your neck to press your lips against yours. You moan at the kiss, still feeling his leg rubbing against you. His tongue slides through your lips, making the kiss go deeper. Even his tongue is stronger than yours, making it go deeper down your throat, making you choke and unable to break the kiss.

When he finally pulls away from you, a string of saliva connecting your lips, you would already be out of breath. He then kisses you again, while backing you up towards the couch behind you, pushing you down gently using the strength from his body. Your hair is already messy from his touch, and your whole body is hot, and the only thing you want is Jake to take off your clothes. As if Jake could read your mind, he removes your shirt, making your boobs pop out in front of him.

His lips leave yours, kissing you down your neck to your nipple sucking on it while playing with the other. You let out a moan, louder this time, at the feeling of his warm wet lips, sucking and pulling your nipple with his teeth, making you feel pain but also pleasure. While you grab his hair, his other hand creeps down under your skirt and gently begins to rub your pussy outside of your panties.

"Tsk, tsk, so wet for me hm? Who am I kidding, you probably were wet for me already watching me at the concert" He says looking down at you, finally sliding in his hands inside your panties. The wetness makes Jake let out a hiss, and he can feel his cock twitch in his pants. He loves the feeling of your wet folds against his fingers, and to know that you were this wet for him? He could do this for days. He takes off your panties, throwing it into his bag on the other side of the room. A souvenir.

He slowly rubs his fingers up and down on your pussy, barely brushing over your clit on purpose, making you feel frustrated. He is teasing you, laughing when he sees you buckle your hips trying to rub harder against his hand. Out of embarrassment you cover your eyes with your forarms, missing the sight of Jake taking off his pants with his other hand.

Suddenly the feeling of his hand is replaced by his cock teasing your entrance. And just as you are about to let out the nastiest moan at the feeling, you hear someone opening the door. You panic, you thought Jake closed the door. You look at the entrance and see no other than Heeseung, Sunghoon and Jay. You hide your face again. This can't be happening, what are they doing here. Heeseung licks his lips. "We want to watch", he says, grabbing a chair right beside you to sit on. "You really bagged a pretty groupie Jake", says Jay, walking towards the two of you. Suddenly you feel someone right besides you, grabbing your hands covering your face, pulling them away from you. "Too bad she covers herself too much" Sunghoon is looking right down at you.

Jake pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue, irritated. He wanted to have his alone time with his fan. He slaps Sunghoons hands away from your wrists. "Watch. Not touch" He says with a stern voice, still teasing your hole with his cock. Sunghoon lets out a laugh, and leans back at the nearest wall. "Fine by me", “Let us watch you fucking your fan, Jake”

As humiliating this is, it's making you wetter than ever, and the arousal you feel is starting to hurt. You need his cock, even if you have to beg for it. "Please Jakey, just fuck me already" you say throusting up your hips trying to make contact with his cock. “Oh she's an eager one", Heeseung says, palming himself through his tight jeans.

Jake takes a deep breath when pushing his hard cock inside of you, stretching you out completely the more he slides into you. It doesn't take long before he thrusts in and out of you, starting off slow, but now going fast, trying to reach his high. His cock has been hard since he saw you at the first row, and he has basically been edgin for an hour. You look up at him, sweat is running down his forehead, dropping down your chest.

You look to the side at the others. Jay and Heeseung are jerking of on the inside of their jeans, while looking at you getting fucked by their bestfriend. Sunghoon however is still leaning towards the wall, smirking when he see you locking at him. "Why are you looking at me", he says and cocks his eyebrows, "Do you wish it was me fucking you right now", he says, obviously trying to be mean towards Jake for fun.

Jake grabs your chin to make you look at him instead, before roughly kissing you, muffling yours moans with his mouth. You can feel him getting closer by the way his thrusts become sloppier, and you both cum at the same time. By the sounds of it, the others do too. He pulls out of you, seeing the way your pussy is drenched with both his and your juices. He grabs the back of your head and leans his forehead on yours, while brushing your sweaty hair from your face. "You did such a good job baby”

Even months after fucking you, he couldn’t forget about you, still having your panties in his bag. Are are and will always be his first and only groupie.

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[miloformula123fan]

Hi! i wanted to request lando x fem!reader where dhe studies in the US and is dating lando and talks about him all the time but all of her friends thinks she is joking because she has no proof (she cant post anything yet because lando hasnt said anything abt a gf to the public). and y/n crys to lando because no matter how much convincing she does they think shes just messing with them. (she literally drives his spare mclaren and they still dont beleive her.) so lando decides to suprise her in class and then posts her on insta and all of her friends feel really bad

woohoo!

Please keep requesting - y'all have awesome ideas we agree on a lot of stuff :) - my guidelines are here, and if you want some prompts, they are here.

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this was so much fun to write haha :)

lando norris x reader

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Y/N picks up her laptop and some pens with her notebook. She’s got another study date with her friends. She likes them, sure she does, but sometimes they get a little irritating. 

For one, they don’t believe that her boyfriend is THE Lando Norris. They think she’s either got some unemployed schmuck who she is afraid to tell them about due to his poorness (the stuck up snobs) or they think she’s got some old sugar daddy that she doesn’t want them to meet because he’s so old.

So Y/N is taking less than ideal measures. Like today. Lando recently acquired a new McLaren from his work, some customised Spider that came out a couple of years ago. So now that he has his new car, he shipped his old one out to America, so Y/N would have something nice to drive around. His old McLaren GT, not necessarily old, it still cost about $210k, but not Lando’s current favourite, so Y/N could drive it around a bit.

And drive it, she would. Maybe this would finally convince her friends. Once and for all, that Lando Norris was interested in her and was dating her. She grabbed the keys off the table, double checked she had everything and then got into the car, driving the 10 minutes to the coffee shop.

Okay, maybe pulling up outside a coffee shop entirely inhabited by uni students in a custom McLaren wasn’t the best idea, but it was the best one she had. She got out of the car, locking it and headed in, almost immediately spotting her friends.

“Hello! I’ll just grab a coffee and then we can get to it!” She smiled at them, but she could see their faces

“How about you get us all a coffee with your sugar daddy money, Y/N.”

Y/N put her head down and ordered a hot chocolate and a cookie before returning to the table.

“So, how’s Lucas, Gabrielle?”

“Oh come on, no one wants to hear about my boyfriend, Y/N, we all just want to hear about your sugar daddy.”

“As I’ve told you before, I do not have a sugar daddy. I have Lando, who is my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy. And he is good, excited for the Las Vegas Grand Prix, and then excited to be coming home at the end of the season.”

“Yeah right, just cause you’re sending nudes to some old guy, doesn’t mean you can’t tell your best friends… come on, cut the charade Y/N.”

“I-” YN could feel tears welling up in her eyes, so she grabbed her stuff, and her hot chocolate before getting into the McLaren and driving off. 

Thank god it was only a 5 minute drive, else Y/N may not have made it back due to the tears welling up in her eyes. Maybe if she had, she would’ve seen the other McLaren in the driveway, but instead she walked into the house and locked herself in the bathroom, sitting down and beginning to cry.

Lando outside quickly froze. He honestly had no idea what to do. He was planning on surprising his girlfriend when she got home from her study date with her friends, but she arrived 2 minutes after he got home and had immediately walked into the bathroom without even saying hello. Leaning against the door, Lando could hear shaky breaths and sobs through the door, as he leaned his whole weight onto it, he quickly realised that she had not in fact locked the door, as he fell through it, landing on the cold tile floor.

The sobs stopped, as the hiccups continued. “L-lando, are you, okay? Wait, hang on, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in the factory in England?” The confusion in her voice was evident.

“Yeah, well I had some spare time, and I decided to come over, and the door wasn’t locked properly, but what happened? Why are you in here crying pretty girl?”

“It’s nothing, I promise, just me getting upset over nothing.”

“It’s clearly not nothing darling when you’re sitting here on the bathroom crying, huh?”

“Just… well, people don’t think we’re dating. They think I’m lying about it to try and cover for some 80 year old sugar daddy, and they think i’m being delusional.”

“Why, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Didn’t want to worry you…”

“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N of course I worry about you. Let’s forget about your shitty friends, and let’s go get a takeout dinner and a movie.”

“Love Actually?”

“Yes, if you want.”

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Y/N dashed into the classroom, running slightly late as she sat down, and pulled open her laptop. Cursing herself for oversleeping, and not having the time to grab a coffee on the way, she sat down and began to take notes.

Halfway through the lecture, Y/N heard the door at the back of the room open again. ‘Well at least I’m not the last one.’ She heard whispers and gasps and tried to focus on the lecture until she felt a presence standing next to her and looked up into her boyfriend’s brown eyes.

In his hands was a starbucks cup, a classic ice chocolate based on the label on the cup. Lando placed the cup on the table, before pressing a kiss to Y/N’s head and half jogging out of the room to avoid the fangirls.

Y/N could feel the judgemental looks at the back of her head, but all she could do was smile.

Lando Norris 

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#f1 fic #miloformula123fan #f1 x reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris #f1 fanfic #lando norris x you

[valentine-writes]

their "i love you"s and other drabbles...

「 tws + notes: no tws, HEAVILY unedited, a little angst in sum partz but f it we ball (THERE'S SUMN WRONG W/ ME I NEVER DO THIS MUCH?), fluff, tried to add a lil bit of everyone, little thoughtz abt the characters,,, 」

↳ ft. ben reilly/scarlet spider, gwen stacy, hobie brown/spider-punk, jessica drew, lyla, margo kess, miles morales (1610 and 42), miguel o'hara/spider-man 2099, pavitr prabhakar, peter b parker, spider-man noir, and the spot/johnathan ohnn

「 gn!reader, romantic relationships <3 」

author's note: not my usual content but thought it wud b fun to whip up a few drabbles,, (´。＿。｀) diff format than usual too! all separate and stuff, w/ the characterz at the bottom being the ones the drabble applies to the most (ALL CAPZ MEANS I THOUGHT IT FIT THEM SUPER WELL!!!!) thought it wud b fun,,, altered lyrics are italicized, itz jus a pronoun change 2 make it gender neutral (❁´◡`❁) edit: my tags. do not fit. so i had to redo them. reblogz r super appreciated ^_^ i jus wanna make sure all fans of these characterz are being fed content <33

[ please don't forget about me - pompey ]

"and if you see me everyday / will I lose my shine?"

↳ always terrified of not being exciting and new to you– like one day, their appeal will fade. not like they understand what drew you to them in the first place, but they never asked. maybe you're just hanging around for the hell of it. maybe one day, they'll watch you leave and they'll have nothing to convince you to stay

"how many bad jokes will it take? / or awkward quiet times?"

↳ they wonder if they're already losing you slowly. everytime they speak to you, it's like they're trying to compensate for something. begging you to look at them– but not too close,,, just in case you notice how brutally flawed they are, beyond just the quirks you find endearing. maybe one day you'll look too deep into their eyes and you won't like what you see

▸ JOHNATHAN OHNN/THE SPOT, peter b parker

[ soft sounds from another planet - japanese breakfast ]

"i'll show you the way to hurt me"

↳ loving again is the biggest risk anyone who's been hurt like them could take. you make it worth the danger– the possibility of the pain they've grown all too familiar with. maybe for today, caution can be set aside. when it comes to you, they wouldn't mind letting their guard down.

"in search of a soft sound from another planet / in search of a quiet place to lay this to rest."

↳ they have to admit their past has burdened them in ways they can't even begin to communicate. they know you can't fix everything that has been broken in their lives. still, the comfort you provide is never taken for granted. you are their safe space– the soft sound from another planet. their quiet place to finally lay it all to rest. and suddenly, the aching in their chest doesn't eat them up inside as much as it used to.

you make it easy to love again.

▸ GWEN STACY, MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDER-MAN 2099

[ our lullabye - miracle musical ]

"i was made for you / you were made for me"

↳ it's hard to believe that you're more than just a distant fantasy sometimes. they can't deny how much they've yearned for a love like the one you two share. something so sweet, so real. it's nothing like the movies or the fairytales, but is anything ever? even when things are messy and complicated, it's undeniable how perfect it all feels. how everything about the two of you just fits. they're inclined to thank every shooting star they've ever wished on, every birthday candle they've ever held their deepest desires in as they blew the flame out for the day you two met. by any manner of higher power or forces unseen to the human eye, they're certain fate was on their side to give them such a blessing.

"i'll love you 'till you're gone / our song goes on and on"

↳ they're determined to hold on as long as possible. all good things cannot last– but they try not to dwell on that thought. they hold onto the hope that you're the one thing that will stay. your love feels divine. radiant, in the way it overtakes them fully. they almost feel undeserving. so, no matter how small or how grand the action, they try to remind you every day, "i love you"s woven into their every being whenever you're around.

▸ lyla, SPIDER-MAN NOIR, johnathan ohnn/the spot

[ i will - mitski ]

"everything you feel is good / if you would only let you"

↳ sometimes they feel you holding back. they can't help but notice the tension in the room as you suppress the things you want to say, silence the thoughts in your head. they know it's not easy to be earnest all the time. but they love you– they care for you. and all they've ever wanted is for you to be authentic. if it's pure, how could it ever be wrong? maybe in your own time, you'll be able to unravel in front of them. they're by your side every step of the way. to finally have you open up to them– to be real, to be honest– it would mean the world to them. they want to show you they love every single part of you. they love you when you're upset, when you're crying, when you're angry– because it's you.

"so stay with me / hold my hand / there's no need / to be brave"

↳ they offer every reassurance they can give you. you no longer have to fend for yourself. those days of being alone are over. you can crumble apart if you need– there's no need for constant bravery anymore. you did such a good job picking yourself up, time and time again. now, they outstretch a hand to you, a silent way of saying, "let me help you this time."

▸ ben reilly/scarlet spider, gwen stacy, HOBIE BROWN/SPIDER-PUNK, JESSICA DREW, lyla, MILES MORALES (1610), PAVITR PRABHAKAR, PETER B PARKER tbh all of them but shhh

[ right side of my neck - faye webster ]

"you looked back at me once / but i looked back two times"

↳ absolutely smitten with you. it doesn't matter how hard you fell. they. fell. harder. and maybe it's not obvious to you. but they've never had someone who made them care so much. some part of them feels immature for feeling so in love,, like a school kid with a puppy crush. they find it ridiculous, how absolutely lovesick and enamoured they are with everything about you. whatever you feel and express towards them, they feel towards you three times as much. they try everyday to show it.

"the right side of my neck / still smells like you"

↳ you just seem to leave a part of you with them always. they can't ignore it– can't seem to escape your presence, even when you're not physically there. it felt like spiralling to insanity at first. but they've learned to appreciate it– find comfort in it, even. the way the smell of your shampoo lingers on the pillow they leant you when you stayed over, the way that the mug of tea (made just the way you like it) is still on the kitchen table from the morning after– you left your t-shirt once and you had to ask them directly for it back. they like keeping pieces of you near. it reminds them of how loved they are.

▸ BEN REILLY/SCARLET SPIDER, gwen stacy, HOBIE BROWN/SPIDER-PUNK, MARGO KESS, miles morales (1610 and 42), pavitr prabhakar, the spot/johnathan ohnn

[ you love me - kimya dawson ]

"but when i met you, right away, i knew / you would never, ever, ever hurt me"

↳ you're used to pulling away. leave before they can leave you, before they even try to make you miss them– but the second you met them? they were insistent on proving that they were harmless. they could never dream of hurting you. and they see as you pull away, scared to get too close– and yet, every single time, they open their arms back to you.

"and the road's still long but you come along / and you hold my hand, and you understand"

↳ "when you're ready" has become second place in their favourite three word sentences. they remind you of these words constantly.

"when you're ready" means they don't mind that it's not now. ""when you're ready" means it doesn't matter how long they have to wait for you, they will. when you're ready" is another form of "i love you"

▸ MARGO KESS, MILES MORALES (1610), pavitr prabhakar, PETER B PARKER, spider-man noir

[ (you) on my arm - leith ross ]

"i wanna buy you pretty little things / and never ever lie to you"

↳ wants something simple with you. craves a form of sweet, normalcy. the mundane tasks and events of life seem far more appealing to them when you're in the picture. no, they never really imagined ever having a quiet life, yet the hope for one with you lingered. to buy you little gifts, to be the best they could possibly be to you, to drive around with you for the hell of it. they're certain anything could be heaven if you were there to accompany them.

a quiet life sounds nice.

"i'd be better armed if you agreed to take it"

↳ having you on their arm just makes them feel secure. keeping you close while showing you off to the world– showing you've got each other. they're a bit sappy for little things like this. everywhere you go, they never fail to extend an arm out to you. something about you makes them feel safer than ever.

▸ jessica drew, miles morales (1610), MILES MORALES (42), peter b parker, SPIDER-MAN NOIR

[ peach scone - hobo johnson ]

"so I fall to ground, collect myself and get ready to take over your heart / or at least your spare time"

↳ they try so incredibly hard to be the one for you. no matter what they try, they just seem to fumble and mess it up. they stumble over their words when they try to compliment you, they get weak in the knees when they try to make a move, and no matter how much they spend deliberating, and deliberating– they've got no clue how to win you over. hopefully you find their clumsy attempts endearing. they're making a fool of themself. and maybe, they haven't really said anything yet– but they're happy to at least hang around you in the meantime

▸ BEN REILLY/SCARLET SPIDER, gwen stacy, MILES MORALES (1610), spider-man noir, the spot/johnathan ohnn

[ dan the dancer - mitski ]

" he liked them more than life itself / i'm sure "

↳ he was quiet in the way he expressed his adoration. still, he did everything he could to ensure you would never go unloved. the way he looks into your eyes, taking you in like you are the loveliest thing on earth... it's only fitting. you're his world. maybe in the silent moments, when his fingers gently brush your cheek, admiring you– you'd begin to understand this.

▸ MILES MORALES (42), MIGUEL O'HARA/SPIDER-MAN 2099

[ lover // over the moon - alice phoebe lou ]

"i'm a lover / i feel it now / i'm a lover / just never knew how"

↳ they don't even try to hide how much they enjoy your company. you're special to them– why would they try to hide that? at this point, whenever you feel arms wrap around you from behind, you've learned to see their grinning face when you glance over your shoulder. maybe they've never been particularly shy about most things,, but now they're just twice as loud. it's inexplicable, the things you do to them. they hadn't anticipated being so utterly soft,,, not like they're complaining

▸ hobie brown/spider-punk, PAVITR PRABHAKAR

#spiderman: across the spiderverse #across the spiderverse #atsv #atsv headcanons #atsv x reader #gwen stacy x reader #hobie brown x reader #miles morales x reader #miles g x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #pavitr prabhakar x reader #peter b parker x reader #spider man noir x reader #spider noir x reader #the spot x reader #johnathon ohnn x reader #ben reilly x reader #margo kess x reader #lyla x reader #jessica drew x reader #AUDHEWJBJE I CANT BELIEVE HALF MY TAGS JUS DELETED EARLIER #i cant even gaf atm im :[

[uselesssomebody]

Hi! I saw your post asking abt Miguel fanfics, and id love to read a fanfic abt spider-man 2099! Could you write a fanfic (can be as much fluff, angst, or smut as you want) where F!reader is SpiderWoman, and goes to catch an anomaly with Miguel; her partner that’s slowly becoming fond of reader, yet doesn’t want to admit it. During their mission, reader gets hurt and Miguel confesses while treating her wounds, thinking she’s unconscious and he’s scared to lose her- even to see her hurt. If not that’s totally fine Ill read anything you publish!

𝕞𝕚 𝕔𝕚𝕖𝕝𝕠 - miguel o'hara x spider!reader

complete masterlist | miguel o'hara masterlist

words || 𝟛.𝟜𝕜

summary || in which miguel makes a confession when he thinks reader can't hear him

a/n || grumpy x sunshine trope but plot twist, he's a total simp (reader is too tbf)

➵ thanks for the request anon! very cute love this trope a lot, and hope you enjoy. also your last sentence is literally such a massive compliment for me you're so sweet i love you <3

➵ my tiktok is disrespectfully feral (like him) about this man what the fuck

➵ a bit of spanish in this one, all thanks to a lovely user on here! for non-spanish speakers, translations are below the warnings.

➵ send me requests if you have ‘em. enjoy!

warnings || fluff/smidge of angst

translations

➵ mierda - shit

➵ mi cielo, por favor no puedo perderte - my darling, please, i can't lose you

➵ también eres mi cielo - you're also my darling

miguel o'hara was a man of few words.

miles could attest to it, alongside gwen, pav, hobie, and peter b.

the lot of them liked - nay, loved - to talk, so his stark silence always seemed out of place, and his long pauses in between words owed to a lot of shifty stares between the group, or awkward silences. thus, the only person who really got along with him was mayday, who could happily spend every moment of her day babbling nonsensically at him as he desperately tried to keep her from crawling all over him.

that was one of the few things he was very bad at.

so, it was a complete shock to gwen when she could hear animated talking from miguel's... uh - lair? platform? she wasn't sure what exactly it was yet. in her intrigue, she grabs miles - the poor guy trying to grab a bagel from the cafeteria - and tells him to follow her. his brows also furrow at the noises, and they decide to wait a moment before alerting miguel to their presence.

"that's ridiculous!" his voice is loud, incredulous, and it causes the other person - a decidedly feminine voice - to ring out in a laugh.

"you're so unimaginative. think big, o'hara! sure, it's complicated, but it's the perfect plan." her tone makes it obvious there's a smile on her face, but what surprises them in that miguel sounds like he also has one on his face. gwen looks shocked. she didn't know he could smile.

they both suddenly feel a palm on their shoulders, and they yelp in surprise. pav's excitable voice greets them, asking what they were doing. miles desperately tries to get him to lower his voice, but it's too late, as the door is already sliding open.

miguel looks at the three of them, a little unimpressed, and she waves at the lot of them from behind him. the platform begins lowering at a snail's pace, and miguel waits stoically for it to reach ground level. impatient, and having already been subject to the move several times, she rolls her eyes, shooting a web out from her wrist to reach the tall ceiling and gracefully lowering down to them. miles found it very poppins-esque.

"hey guys!" she mumbles cheerfully. though pav's face is covered by his mask, she smiles at his obvious beam behind it, ruffling his hair as she comes to stand next to them, looking up to see miguel still being lowered down, "any day now," she jokes to the three teens, and miles snorts at the sarcastic comment.

"can i... help you?" miguel raises an eyebrow as his platform finally reaches ground level. he eyes the younger spiders inquisitively. miles and pav look between each other, not really sure now why they were here, and gwen speaks up.

"it's earth-587 - they had an alchemax breach, and the home spider needs help stopping the burglar." she speaks quickly, having been tasked by jessica to alert miguel of the news. she'd been steadfast in the communication, of course, until she'd been distracted by the sounds of laughter - she still couldn't believe it - that she heard.

miguel looks at her sternly.

"we're not mall cops, a burglary is hardly an issue." he drawls, still unimpressed. she stands up a bit straighter.

"the villain is some rich megalomaniac who wants to hop dimensions in order to accumulate more wealth." she deadpans, and miguel looks at her, slightly more interested.

"alright, yeah. drew told you to tell me? let her know i'll handle it." gwen nods, before turning to leave with miles and pav. as they do, so too does the woman he was talking to, waving animatedly.

"that sounds fun, o'hara. bye!" before she can take more than a few steps alongside the teens, they all hear the spongy sound of a web being shot out, and she stops in her tracks, before being dragged back. miles yelps in shock, not realizing what was happening, before coughing to give off an impression of nonchalance, making gwen chuckle behind her hand. pav laughs at the woman's decidedly deadpan expression as miguel pulls her back towards him with the web.

"not so fast. who do you think i'm sending out to catch him?" he mutters, as the teens finally step out. she rolls her eyes.

"i feel like i do all your work for you." she mumbles sarcastically. he releases her, turning around and not acknowledging the comment.

"sure you do." he responds, matching her tone with ease.

as the teens step out, pav is grinning behind his mask. miles looks at him quizzically, and gwen begins walking forward, already knowing what he's gonna say.

"so, how long are we saying?" he asks animatedly, "one month? two months?"

"what?" miles asks, honestly befuddled.

"he's guessing how long o'hara and that girl have been together," gwen answers, already knowing a lot about pav's tendency to see romance where she wouldn't or couldn't. what surprised her, though, was miles' immediately agreement.

"thank god i wasn't the only one!" he exclaims, immediately beginning to chatter away with pav in solidarity.

"alright, boss," she salutes, stepping onto his platform, "what's the plan?" for a moment, miguel doesn't respond, simply looking at her, before she snaps her fingers in front of his face, "hey! you fall asleep, o'hara?" miguel shakes his head, sighing in exasperation, as she laughs to herself. though he shows his annoyance while looking at her, as he turns to pull up the fact file of that universe, a small smile graces his lips, appreciating the sound of her laugh and the way it looks on her face.

she leans over his shoulder - or, she tries to, before seceding to his tall frame and instead peeking past his arm - as she raps her fingers in an anticipating manner over his bicep. usually, he didn't love people touching him - having to deal with an overly ecstatic peter b. on occasion - but he didn't mind anything about her, in all honesty.

realizing this, he sighs harshly, hoping she doesn't comment on it, as he scolds himself for getting distracted. he had one of, if not the most important jobs in the multiverse, and he couldn't allow himself to feel so vulnerable around - a coworker, essentially. but, goddamn, did she make him smile. she was the only one who did, he was sure. he tries to ignore it, though it becomes increasingly difficult as her pretty side profile moves past him, reading the file intently. pretty? fuck. he was gone.

she looks over at him expectantly, and he blinks, hoping his staring wasn't too noticeable, "so... he's created a gizmo." she knew it poked him when she called it that, as he now found the name a little cringy. she disagreed. she thought it was cute.

she thought he was cute.

well, maybe cute wasn't the right word - it's hard to call a 6'7" guy who's built like that cute - but somehow, he was.

when she first met him, he was damn stoic and quiet - only focused on his job. and she understood - of course, the fate of universes could lie in his decisions. she, at first, was just glad to have been allowed into this elite society, so she kept her nose in her work, not straying far from it. soon, though, as she established herself as not only highly skilled, but also highly successful in her assigned missions, she took the opportunity to be herself around the others, knowing her nonchalant and jokey attitude wouldn't be enough for her to get reprimanded anymore. more importantly than that, she started seeing miguel a lot more, as he went from her boss - some guy a huge distance from her - to someone much more equal to her.

that led to the relationship - uh, working relationship, anything else she simply wished for - that they had: handling the big bads of the multiverse together. as partners. she was ecstatic at the idea, happy that her skill was being appreciated, and excited to know her work would be more valuable.

but then she met him. the - well, more - real him.

she was shocked to learn the man could laugh, the first time he let her signature spiderman humor - that she technically shared with most other versions of her - penetrate his cold and determined exterior. it wasn't exactly a laugh - more of a chuckle/snort - but it was more than enough for her to double take, and then smile.

as they set out on more missions together, she obviously appreciated his determination, strength and wit, but she really enjoyed those moments of softness, or when he'd react to her sarcastic humor.

and, of course, that time he had to hold her on their way back from that mission where she twisted her ankle was painful but very - uh, memorable.

she snaps out of her thoughts as he enlarges the information about both the villain's suit and universe-travelling machine.

"something like that," he starts, examining it further, before turning to the information about his suit, "his suit is built to withstand and reduce the effects of multiversal travel, and his defense and weapons seem to be modified military gear. so bullets and vests that just handle or deliver more damage." he mutters, and she nods.

"so - nothing too crazy." her confidence makes him smile, and he nods.

"yeah, sure." he looks over the information again, before shrugging, "a attack from the front and the back should be enough - front distracts while back webs. right?" he decides, nonchalantly. she grimaces.

"don't talk to me about your back webs," she jokes causing him to roll his eyes.

"understood?" he reiterates. she nods, saluting.

"yes, sir. should be home for dinner - heard they're serving empanadas!"

they were not back in time for dinner, much less in time for empanadas.

she'd decided it'd be easier for her to bait out the villain, knowing that most wouldn't take so kindly - nor give a moment of hesitation - to someone of miguel's build and stature. and it'd been fine, until miguel's overconfidence had led to only one of his hands being properly webbed up, allowing him to reach for his modified gun with its modified bullets. he had pointed it as miguel had his back turned, smiling down at her as he called over 587's spiderman to pick him up. she'd noticed before he could, pushing him out of the way before he could react. usually, she wouldn't be able to, but his shock left his position malleable, and his eyes widened - time slowing - as he could see the bullet puncture the side of her stomach.

he shouts out her name, reflexes working to catch her before she fell, and the sharp cry of pain she let out caused his heart to drop. he was pretty sure he had growled, shooting a web precisely at the villain's arm, and wrenching the gun from his grasp, only a hair away from doing something he'd regret. when a small "wait-" tumbles between her labored gasps, he places his anger to the side, immediately letting her squeeze his hand to power through the agony. he looks at her in confusion, wondering how the hell a bullet was causing her so much pain - especially with her spider-healing - but then remembered the modifications listed in the file - including increased damage. he breathes raggedly, completely unsure of what to do, as spider-587 swings past him, a little too excited for his liking.

before he can snap at the kid - he sounded like a college student, honestly - 587 notices her weakened health, coming to kneel beside the both of them. seeing the situation, he swallows harshly.

"uh - take her back to my place while i bring this guy in." he quickly mutters his address, and miguel nods gratefully, immediately picking her up, desperate to ensure that she can get patched up. he swings through the familiar-but-not streets of manhattan, clutching her tightly to him, as she does the same, worried about falling, but confident he wouldn't let her. his heart-rate quickens as he feels her tight hold on him weaken, a sign of her diminishing strength.

the window of the small apartment kitchen is open, and miguel slips inside, less careful than usual to be quiet, focused wholeheartedly on getting her situated. he slips into the bathroom, setting her down on the cold, tiled floor. she winces at the uncomfortable angle he has to have her in as she slumps against the wall, trying to take quick, deep breaths, but wincing whenever her chest rose. miguel desperately searched through the small bathroom's tiny cupboards, finding a first-aid kit. her eyes blink up at the stark green of the casing, a sigh of relief ghosting past her lips.

"you're okay - you're alright, just relax, okay?" he mumbles, tone uncharacteristically emotive. she hums a response, and the breath of her shaky exhale falls over his face as he bends down to examine the wound.

it's not great. far from it, in fact, as he can hardly see the bullet, wedged deep in her bleeding flesh. he lets out a ragged gasp, before forcing his mouth shut when he hears her whimper.

"is - is it bad?" she breathes out into the small space between them. he's not sure what to say. it objectively is, but he doesn't want her more upset in her current situation.

"i'll fix it," is the response he settles on, as he gets to work. in this job, he'd seen quite a few injuries - though not many were like this, and none that had happened to her. he works meticulously to extract the bullet and care for the wound, hyper-aware of how close they were. he could feel her soft breaths on the top of his head, her fingers would curl over his thigh as she tried to firm the uncomfortable sensations, and her chest would brush against his temple when she squirmed at the painful procedure. he tried to keep his mind focused, though it felt inclined to panic every time he heard her whimpers or gasps at a sting or ache.

what really made him panic, though, was when he stopped hearing them. having heard nothing but even breaths for the past minute or two, he looks up in confusion and sees her eyes closed, shoulders completely slumped.

"hey? you there?" he asks softly, waving a hand in front of her face, before decidedly getting more upset, his face scrunching in worry as he gently taps her face, careful not to move it too much, "hello? are you - mierda, mierda..." he trails off, voice becoming shaky. he looks over her face and, seeing the peace of it, he feels a strange mix of relief, that she seemed less in pain, and fear - as he'd seen that peace on many a dead man as well.

working more delicately, he continues the process, his eyes unable to leave her for more than a few seconds. he was trying to convince himself it was just to make sure she was still alright, but the more base part of him kept reminding him of just how much he cared about her, and how he truly hated the morbid thoughts that were encroaching his stressed mind.

"please, please don't give up on me," he mumbles, letting himself talk to keep sane, even though he knew she couldn't hear him, "fuck, stay strong for me. you're so strong, y'know that? and you're smart, and so skilled. i - i do really like working with you. even though - y'know, i'm kind of an asshole around you sometimes. you should see me around the others, though, that's just me. damn, that is just me," it'd transitioned to a ramble, "why - fuck, why do you even work with me? i'm so different from you, and you must feel weird in my company, but you're nice, and you always make me laugh - fuck. i do really like you. not just working with you. you - you mean so much more to me than you think and - well, i wish i could tell you that more often, dammit. i'm just..." he sighs deeply, his fingers brushing over her newly furrowed brows. he's worried that he'd hurt her, and he stops for a moment to let her unconscious self recover, before dropping his voice to a whisper, "i can't lose you, mi cielo, por favor no puedo perderte. i - i really need you to stay strong - stay alive for me." he looks at her relaxing brows, and turns away, beginning to work, as he curses himself internally for being stupid enough to not have said anything until the poor woman literally couldn't hear him.

except, she could. she was incredibly weak - too weak to move, or hold any tension in her muscles, or even open her eyes, but she was just slumped down - not unconscious. she had felt horrible when she couldn't open her mouth to tell him she was fine - well, at least, better than he thought she was - after she'd heard his worry, but she'd become truly upset she couldn't move when she heard his rushed and mumbled confession.

she wanted to reach up and tuck back that bit of hair that always fell over his face when he was working or stressed, and let her hands travel down behind his neck before she'd pull him in for a kiss, like she'd wanted to do for so long. she was over the moon at his words, her lips just barely parting in an effort to say something, but nothing came out. as she could hear him shift away, finally finished, she did fall asleep, still on the brink of returning his feelings.

it'd taken a night of sleep, but after the bullet had been taken out, her body had begun naturally healing, and by morning, she was nearly good to go. she still winced if she turned around too quickly, and miguel was absolutely insistent on half-carrying her to the on-deck infirmary at the spider society. it had led to a few confused glances in their direction, and hobie's admitted annoyance at seeing them together, so close. hobie didn't love miguel - as was known by most - but he found her much more interesting, and seeing that the both were definitely together - as confirmed by pav and miles' exclamations of the fact - he had resigned himself to a signature curl of his lips, before - after only a few short minutes - finding something else around him to critique.

as miguel set her down, she looked up at him expectantly, searching for that softness from yesterday. it didn't come in the form of his soft words, but rather in the look in his eyes, and the wordless moment he spent squeezing her hand, before mentioning something about having to go back to work, eyes averted from hers. she knew he must have felt awkward looking at her, not realizing she knew what he'd said, so she doesn't mind.

when she's discharged, she makes her way to his office, a box of empanadas from the cafeteria - saved, per her request - in her hand, and knocked on his door. he lets her in, lowering his platform in a heartbeat. she realizes it's going faster than usual, and laughs to herself, realizing he truly did do that slow drop for dramatic effect. he tries to refuse the food, suggesting she eat them and rebuild her strength, but she brushes him off.

"where would i be if you weren't playing doctor, miguel?" his eyes widen at her use of his first name - decidedly uncommon in their interactions.

"is - are you okay? didn't hurt you too bad, did i?" he mumbles softly, looking at her with a worried gaze. she shakes her head, smiling.

"not at all. i did want to mention something to you, though." he looks at her, inquisitive.

"yeah?"

"también eres mi cielo."

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara oneshot #miguel o'hara imagine #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara fluff #miguel o'hara angst #spiderman 2099 #across the spiderverse #mi cielo #oscar isaac

[aoyum]

Omg I loved your Aonung fics! Could I request a Aonung x reader fic please! I was thinking a fic where it’s angst to fluff and Aonung has said something hurtful to the reader and the reader starts avoiding him. You can decide what he does for forgiveness! Thank you!

bye this took so long i’m so sorry, tysm for sending smth in

Sorrows

ao’nung x gn!omaticaya reader

angst, fluff

ao’nung leaves your brother stranded in the sea and tries to get your forgiveness

1.0k words

i kinda based the beginning off of the scene where jake tells the people the truth abt why he came, watch here

“You… what?” you asked, trying to understand if you had heard him correctly. Ao’nungs lips flattened into a thin line, inhaling sharply before continuing. “I left Lo’ak stranded in the ocean.”

At first you laughed, thinking it was a prank, but then you clocked the way he would bow his head, avoiding your eyes. You realized it was not a joking matter.

Your heart sunk, snatching your hand away from him as if he burned you. “I thought you were done with this. I trusted you…”

Ao’nung could hardly bear the feeling of how much your words stung, he moved closer to try and console you. “Stop it!” you shouted in your native language, glaring at him with nothing but unadulterated anger. You shoved him, moving towards the entrance of the marui. “He could be dead by now— I will never forgive you!”

Parting with those words, you ripped your gaze from his and ran to tell your family of the news.

—

Weeks were spent ignoring Ao’nung after the incident. Lo’ak had luckily been found safe, and had forgiven Ao’nung, but you just couldn’t find it in you to do the same.

You figured that you should be more like Lo’ak, that you should be more easygoing and forgiving, given that he was found without a scratch, but you were one to hold grudges, and this was one you were willing to take with you to the grave.

More than several times Ao’nung or his friends would approach you, trying to get you to let up, but you just wouldn’t.

Everyone was well aware of the feelings you harbored for each other, furthermore it wasn’t awkward for just the two of you.

You were busy tending to the ilus, too busy to notice the approaching Na’vi. It was too late to run when you had already felt his tap on your thigh, when you locked eyes and acknowledged his presence.

You looked away and continued your activity as if he wasn’t there. Huffing, Ao’nung instructed for the ilu to move away and it did so. At this you ground your teeth and spun to look at him, crossing your arms in annoyance.

“I’ve said it hundreds of times now, so let’s just skip past this part.”

“Can we skip all of the parts?” you hissed.

Ao’nung creased his brows, tilting his head.

“What don’t you get, Ao’nung? Take a hint already.”

He shook his head, stepping closer. “Come with me,” he pleaded, “just this once. If you don’t like it you can ignore me forever.” he bargained, already calling for his ilu before you could protest. It didn’t stop you, though.

“No,” you whispered as the blue creature approached, “and I was already planning on doing that.”

He hopped onto the ilu and made tsaheylu, expectantly looking at you. You only looked back and stood firmly.

A smile pulled at his lips as a hand wrapped around your thigh and tugged, leaving you no choice but to give in to the force of it. Yelping, you climbed onto the ilu before you fell under, forcibly shoving Ao’nung in anger.

“You might want to hold on for this.”

You were going to make a snarky retort, but you shut your mouth instantly when you felt yourself completely submerge under the water. Your hands instinctively grappled onto Ao’nung for dear life.

At first, it was just blurry bubbles, but as your vision cleared and you dove deeper into the water, you realized the beautiful glow of the reef.

Neon and bold colors contrasted to the light and not-so-bold ones, the beautiful reef animals, the spirituality of it, it was a sight you would never tire of. Ao’nung knew you and your weaknesses well.

After a few more seconds of it, you were pulled to the surface. Ao’nungs soft laughter sounded out and you snapped your head to him, your tranquility dissipating fast.

“What’s so funny?” you flicked him with your fingers, basking in the satisfaction of his small ‘ow’.

The ilu swam to the shore and Ao’nung was first to get off, offering you his hand. You mockingly smiled at him and acted as if it wasn’t there, standing up yourself.

You began to walk onto the shore.

Walking away from him, he soon realized.

He hurriedly ran to you and swiftly put himself between you and the line of trees, your exit.

Rolling your eyes, you avoided his gaze. “Did you think that showing me the fish and reef was going to make me forgive you? You could’ve gotten my brother killed.”

Ao’nung shook his head, eyes never daring to leave your form. “I wanted to give you something. A token of just how sorry I am.” he pleaded.

Hesitantly, you met his eyes and he took it as approval, making his way behind you. You heard the familiar clinking of beads and looked down, eyes zeroing in on the object in his hands.

It was a necklace. Braided in unique ways and decorated with some of the most beautiful beads and seashells you’d ever seen. Your heart fluttered as he brought it closer to your neck.

You felt your hair being moved to the side and the coolness of the accessories on your neck. Unconsciously, your hand moved up to touch it, admiring how it looked on you as you looked down.

“I made it for you.” you heard from behind. Ao’nung moved in front of you, stepping closer. His arms wrapped around you and enclosed you.

“Your beauty is like the reef,” he began to say, “You glow when you smile, just like the stars. You stun me, just by watching you doing anything.”

By his words alone, you were left falling apart.

“You may hate me as long as you want, you may ignore me—” he tried to say, but you shut him up. You lifted up and pressed your lips to his, pulling him impossibly closer to you.

He released a muffled groan, lowering himself to the ground as you followed. His hands found their way to your waist and he lifted you, deepening the kiss.

When you pulled away, he pushed forward again, trying to memorize the way you felt. Eventually he pulled away, both of your chests rising and falling quicker than usual.

“Am I forgiven?” he asked.

The both of you knew it was a rhetorical question.

©olangi 2023

tl: @philiasoul

#avatar #avatar 2 #aonung #aonung x reader #ao’nung #ao’nung x reader #atwow #avatar x reader #avatar way of water #avatar fluff #omatikaya #omaticaya #omaticaya reader

[gettinshiggywithit]

!Celebrating your birthday with the BSD boys!

(this is part 1)(pt2{tmrw})(pt3{Wednesday})

scenario:- its your birthday and you're celebrating with the bsd bois!

pairings:- dazai x gn!reader,kunikida x gn!reader, ranpo x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff

Type:- headcannons

↪️Dazai Osamu

I feel like dazai would open with “HAPPY BIRTHDAY! YOURE NOW ONE YEAR CLOSER TO DYING A NATURAL DEATH”

*proceeds to throw around double suicide ideas*

But jokes aside,if you’re not that thrilled at the prospect of aging (and honestly valid) he’ll definitely hype you up.

Like this man CANNOT take a compliment to save his life

But DAM can he dish em out

Probably has a full day of fun activities planned

But if you’re more an introverted and indoor person hed organise a full fun day for just the two of you at his place,movies,presents,couple-y stuff;The Whole SheBang!

Thered definitely be some dangerous activities in there

But hey! Its dazai, he probably knows what hes doin rightt???(spoiler:he doesnt)

The day ends with fireworks (whether by like using actual ones or junichiros light snow ability,we may never know)

And he tells you that theres no one else he’d rather go out as beautifully as the fireworks with~

↪️Kunikida Doppo

Has a DETAILED schedule for your day

Ofc it consist of stuff that he KNOWS you’ll love

If you’re kinda down abt the fact you’re gettin older he’ll just tell you that it’s inevitable and that it is nothing to be worried about

If be sees that that didnt help,(buddy come on) he says that time seems to have frozen for you and that you look as beautiful as the day you met

(WAN tachihara voice:WHATS THIS???? A COMPLIMENT FROM KUNIKIDA??????)

Also when you guys cut a cake at the agency,he gives you a book-shaped package and asks you to open it in private

It was a book of poems, he’d been writing them since the day you first met.and lemme tell you,theyre sweeter and sappier than anyone would ever think him capable of writing

When you thank him for it he just kinda shrugs it off but you can CLEARLY see the blush creeping up his face and can hear the lil crack in his voice

Also uses doppo poet to make you a smol bouquet of your fave flowers

Could he have bought em from a shop? Yes. But did he wanna woo you? Also yes.

What can i say,he’s surprisingly romantic

(Ps:- DO NOTT LET DAZAI GET HIS HANDS ON THAT BOOK OF POEMS!!)

↪️Edogawa Ranpo

Showers you with snacks

Like

Literally AND figuratively

Also allows you to eat some of his(its your special day after all)

Gets you the most insightful and heartfelt gift but also something that you’ve wanted for a while

When you ask him how he knew youd wanted it,he launches into a huge explanation of how he used his special ability to analyse your body language and-yadayadayada

Please tell him ur impressed cos he loves hearin ur praises

Asks poe to write a birthday themed mystery and yall solve it together

(Ofc he doesnt out right asks,he just kinda dares poe that he cant write it...ranpo be ranpo-ing mann)

(But when poe finds out its for you he does it with even more determination than before!!{howww is that eveb possible???})

Karl also gives you a gift cos poe really likes you(you’re nice to him and say his stories are great) (future angst piece???)

Your day will end with a huge ass movie marathon

SOO MANY SNACKS

like u thought he gave u a lot in the beginning

But DAM boi is STOCKED

will feed you throughout the movie and cuddles you close

He just loves spendin this much time with you tbh🥺

please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but these stories? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

Comments & Reblogs w/ tags >>>>>>>>>>>likes please

Taglist open for anyone who wants!

#bungou stray dogs comfort headcanons #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs dazai #bsd x gender neutral reader #dazai x reader fluff #dazai x reader #dazai headcanons #dazai fluff #bsd kunikida #kunikida x reader #bungou stray dogs kunikida #kunikida headcanons #ranpo bungou stray dogs #ranpo edogawa #ranpo edogawa fluff #edogawa ranpo x reader #ranpo x reader #ranpo fluff #📚jaya’s tales #ranpo headcanons #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #bsd headcanons #bsd hcs #dazai x y/n #kunikida x y/n #ranpo x y/n #dazai x fem reader #ranpo x you #kunikida x you

[yonpote]

another thing is like... under capitalism, business success and wealth begin to alienate you from others who don't have that. and that alienation can feed into greed, like why not keep investing and making business deals and buying expensive stuff? and no one around is really going to call you out because they are either capitalist hacks or maybe people who once struggled who now rely on you.

so like, I don't inherently expect much from creators like dnp who come into money. even though they probably have more financial freedom than many other creators because of all the tours, books, games, etc (because they are good at business!)

so like, as their fans who ultimately are their consumers, I think it's good to call them out, especially because they have shown before that they have good intentions.

am I expecting much from them? no. wealth can be corrupting and speaking out comes with risk to business/career interests. but they have a special relationship with their audience, as we're mostly all fellow queer and neurodivergent people with similar interests. so we can provide feedback and be the ones to try to ground them and be like "hey that wasn't cool please do better." stopping engagement with them and their content entirely doesn't really do anything to help, unless they did something they needed to absolutely be deplatformed for. stopping engagement is a valid personal choice, but when I see stuff that begins to resemble like 'they aren't being activists right now time for everyone to unstan' I'm like... if that makes you feel better, fine, but I would rather parasocially / affectionately be like "hey I expect more from you!" in a way that is constructive. which is something I would want to do with my friends, but the difference is, if my friends didn't change or try to then I probably would distance myself from them. Whereas Dan and Phil are entertainers we don't now irl, we have a different relationship with them. but compared to many other creators, they really do tend to be more sensitive to their audience (which has helped their success).

but so this time the (mostly leftist) phannies calling them out actually got them to do a fundraiser so that's cool! even if it's because of the backlash like, that's what the point of backlash is! we should want people to change behavior. not to just abstractly punish them, for something they could be unlikely to do without pressure. though hopefully it will lead to less instances of having to pressure them.

idk this brings up interesting stuff about parasocial relationships, the transactions between creators and their audience, and capitalism. so of course I had to rant about it for a sec lol.

thats completely true! thank u for the rant lol but yeah i dont want to come across as being like, NEVER EXPECT ANYTHING FROM YOUR FAV CREATORS it was more like, with dnp specifically we know where their heart is i guess so it can be unnecessary to call for whatever. BUT you're absolutely right in that they probably wouldn't have done a charity stream were it not for pressure from fans. and maybe this is ME being parasocial but i'd like to think that this isn't for damage control or performativism (i mean it is a LITTLE cuz any publicity is a little bit abt looking good) but rather like, putting their money where their mouth is basically! and showing to their core audience like hey we care about this thing too and we fully hear you.

i was thinking about this General concept wrt dnp because i think there have been other moments where dnp were called out about something or criticized for like their more offensive humor and they stopped doing that and educated themselves which is better than most creators who put up fakeass apology videos. ive seen a lot of ppl say they want dan to talk about and apologize for his racist and sexist humor (and honestly only asking dan but not bringing up that phil also had his share of racist jokes) but it's like. at this point what further could he say? he's not a 21 year old shit head anymore (and yeah good for you for being a socially aware 21 y/o in 2024 but that offensive humor literally was just the culture of that time period) and they both have SHOWN that they have grown and even talked about it in like the pinof react video where they talked about "yeah we bullied kristen stewart a lot cuz it was just popular to make fun of her and justin bieber and that really sucks that we did that" like they have changed and shown change! they do not need to make a grand apology statement cuz like if you wanna talk performativism then lets talk about the fakeness of basically every apology video on the internet????

sorry thats unrelated to what u were talking abt but it just made me start thinking BUT YEAH THANK YOU FOR YOUR HOT TAKES!!!!

#myrambles

[sunnysoulzz]

Hi!I was wondering if you could do more Dean Taylor smuts,Im so obsessed over him it's not even a joke anymore bro,and it's such a shame that there's not enough smuts of this scrumptious man.If you can,can you write a smut about him?I would really appreciate it,thank you!!!🙌🏻💋 (if I wrote any of this shit incorrectly, English is not my first language so excuse me 😭)

Ofc!! I’ve been wanting to write smth for a while but had no inspo + dean is so 😩 he NEEDS more smut

How abt some forest sex? :3

Contains: forest sex, smut, dean x reader, quickie, not in canon at all, also this is kinda short

The sun was beginning to set, and there was already problems in the house. Dean, your boyfriend had begun growing agitated and aggressive. You tried your best to call him down, telling him it’ll all work out and it’ll be ok. Eventually Paul got annoyed, telling Dean to go fuck off in the woods for a while to “check for any way they could escape” or something. Dean obeyed, mainly to get out of the house. You followed.

It didn’t take him long to forget about checking around the house and just go looking around the woods, you didn’t say much, just enjoying the night air and the dread of what would happened if Paul’s whole plan didn’t work out. You looked over to Dean, he lit a cigarette. He turned to face you before eyeing you up and down.

“You know..I really feel like I gotta blow off some stream” he mumbled, he tilted his head down, looking at you through his lashes. It was obvious what he was getting at, and how could you say no. You smiled, “I can help with that.” You moved forward wrapping your arms around his neck. His hands moved to your waist as he moaned into the kiss. He pushed you up against a near by tree, moving down to kiss and suck at your neck.

His hands moved to the waistband of your pants. “Please- fuck- I’m so pissed off right now, can we fuck?” He mumbled into the crook off your neck. You moaned, “yes- please-“.

It didn’t take long for your pants and underwear to be discarded on the cold forest dirt. Dean unbuckled his pants, not bothering to take them off before he slammed into you. You threw your head back. “Ah- what if Paul or Jenna comes looking for us?” You moaned, trying not to be too loud. “They won’t. We just- gotta be quick” he groaned out.

He continued slamming into you, the tree felt rough against your back, but the feeling of Dean inside you was heavenly. His eyes were filled with lust as he looked into yours. He moved forward, kissing you. You moaned into his mouth. “Fuck I’m close” he moaned. “C-can I cum inside?” He looked at you softly, his thrusts never slowly. “Please!” You cried out.

It didn’t take long for his thrusts to become sloppy, he bottomed out inside you, you both came at the same time. You leaned against the tree after putting your clothes back on, trying to catch your breath. He leaned into you, kissing your cheek “we gotta hurry back” you giggled. “Mmm..” he responded. You couldn’t see what you looked like, so you just had to pray you don’t look like you just had your brains fucked out.

—

I’m ngl- I wrote this in one sitting so sorry for the spelling mistakes! Hope this is ok! I’ve been very hyperfixated on Tyler the creator atm, which is odd- so sorry abt not posting lol. My request are always open!

#devon bostick #rodrick heffley smut #dean taylor #dean taylor smut #the entitled #Dean Taylor x reader

[lewishamil10n]

went through your chores choreman tag, and it opened my eyes to the possibilities. in the past, I mostly focused on hilson and huddy and whatever wilson and cuddy are called but never the fellows. you have correct opinions on valewis and middle-aged men being not normal about each other, so you are definitely right about choreman. tell me more about choreman, please, bc your taste? impeccable.

hi! so first of all

you have correct opinions on valewis and middle-aged men being not normal about each other

is the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, thank you :')

ok coming round to your ask — i feel you because one my first watch i didn't care abt choreman much, all my focus was on hilson and huddy as well. hell, i didn't even like chase till midway through s3 lol even though foreman was my favorite since episode 1.

second watch though, is usually when i notice the smaller details, and the funny thing about choreman is that i am damn sure all of it is entirely unintended. which is fine! the writers paid more attention to hilson/huddy, chameron got some attention (though not a lot), and then foreteen became a thing too. but if you're paying attention only to chase and foreman, it's a RIDE. which i am putting under a readmore to be considerate lol

so season 1 starts off with foreman being the newest member of the team. it's clear they get on fine in the beginning — we see them having lunches together, chase answers foreman's questions about house's insanity, etc. but by the time the vogler arc starts, it becomes clear that foreman, in all his judgy glory, doesn't actually hold a very high opinion of chase; he obviously thinks chase is a spoiled selfish nepo baby who doesn't care about his job. when vogler wants them to fire someone, foreman's vote is for chase. and then he's sort of proven right when chase goes behind their backs to help vogler. from that point onwards the lunches together and jokes become snark and derision, and it's obvious they're not friends.

season 2 is more of the same, pretty much — until euphoria. i can't emphasize enough how meaningful that moment is, with chase and foreman's dad in the chapel. it's really such a small moment, especially at first glance. foreman's dad doesn't know how to talk to him; he's religious, he's got a spiritual perspective on everything (including his wife's alzheimer's) and foreman doesn't. on top of that foreman clearly doesn't visit his family much. he's not very religious, and this seems to be a bone of contention between them. it's clear rodney cares about his son a lot; he just doesn't quite know how to express it. he finds chase in the chapel (as we know from s1, chase is religious too, to put it simply). chase, who has recently lost his own father, who has been watching rodney do his best with his son while his own dad never bothered, has very simple advice. "tell him you love him." barebones, straightforward, and that's exactly what rodney does. when foreman is at his worst, his father holds his hand and says "i don't want to miss you" and that is what gets through to foreman. and it's such a little moment! but it means a lot for foreman and his dad, and it goes a long way to show that chase does understand foreman better than anyone thinks he does.

season 3. things begin to change. it turns out chase is working in the NICU as well, because apparently his shithead of a dad cut him out of his will for reasons we never find out. the tritter arc happens. tritter plays chase, and everyone easily accuses him of betraying them. unsurprising due to the events of s1 but sad because it's obvious chase has changed. chase's frustration and exhaustion at being singled out is clearly visible. none of them are friends, but chase especially tends to be singled out; he's the butt of most of house's jokes, cameron finds her daddy issues jabs hilarious, and foreman mostly ignores him. chase and cameron start an fwb arrangement. foreman loses a patient and begins considering leaving ppth. house sabotages him. chase, who understands people better than anyone thinks he does, figures it out. tries to talk about it with foreman, except foreman — who is ashamed — cuts him off and tells him "i don't like you. i never have, and i never will" which obviously takes chase aback. he refuses to write foreman a recommendation letter. house bullies foreman more than usual. chase stands up for him and gets himself fired for the trouble. foreman leaves. cameron quits.

season 4. foreman has no choice but to return to ppth. surprise, chase and cameron never left either. initially foreman seems annoyed to see chase, especially since chase is betting against him, but chase doesn't give a fuck and continues hanging around foreman. foreman sort of lets it happen because sometimes in life you just have to pick your battles and he's already dealing with house and the fellowship hunger games. the infamous exchange between house and wilson happens ("foreman seems protected. maybe he's gay." "does he become an idiot around chase?") which honestly sums up their entire relationship development pretty well. but we'll get to that. s4 is quite short due to the writer's strike that was going on at the time, and ends with a whopper of a double episode that still makes me cry like a little bitch. at the very end, when everyone is dealing with the aftermath of amber's death, we see foreman sitting alone in a diner booth — until someone places a hand on his shoulder to comfort him. he looks up, smiles, and moves aside to make place. it's chase. he and cameron join foreman for dinner. just like old times, eh?

but something's changed.

season 5. house and wilson are temporarily broken up, which house deals with very normally. as in he hires a PI to stalk wilson and also be his substitute bff. the PI digs up dirt on everyone — except foreman, who is squeaky clean. this should be a good thing. to foreman, it is not. everyone calls him boring so he goes off to find chase like AM I BORING???? and chase is like. um. yeah? though you're not so much boring as intensely repressed. then again you do have a tattoo so what do i know. foreman's rationale for asking chase is that chase doesn't care about him enough to lie to him. still, Means Something that when he wants an honest opinion, he goes to the one guy he claims not to like at all. foreman gets offered a clinical trial. thirteen is in it. she's on the placebo. foreman, who's begun dating her, is in a Dilemma. who does he go to for advice first? you guessed it; the guy he claims he'll never like. they have lunch together, and chase tells him not to be an idiot. foreman, establishing a precedent he will continue to act upon for the rest of the show, is an idiot. more stuff happens which i will not elaborate upon. suffice to say they're clearly friends now, despite whatever foreman says because, as established, he's an idiot. also, many scenes of chase and foreman having lunch together. as people that hate each other do.

chase gets engaged with great difficulty and a very Healthy ignorance of the dynamics of his own relationship. foreman "kidnaps" him and gets drunk at his bachelor party, chase gets drunk too, and foreman wraps his arms around him from behind and convinces him to have one more shot. chase is holding a stuffed kangaroo and leaning into foreman. it's all very ... you know. colleagues. yes. then chase licks a stripper and goes into anaphylactic shock, because that's just how his life is. when chase is being wheeled into the hospital, he begins to tell cameron about the party, and foreman, who claims not to give a shit about him, quickly puts his oxygen mask up to shut him up and save him from cameron's wrath. fun times. s5 failmarriage bachelor party you will always be famous.

and then. whoo boy. season 6. s6 my absolute beloved. chase kills a genocidal dictator. or, if we're being pedantic, commits actions that directly lead to his painful death. foreman finds out, confronts him. he's the head of department because house doesn't want to be. this is a high profile case. it's his ass on the line. chase tells him why he did what he did, and asks that if foreman wants to call the cops, at least let him know so he can tell cameron first. foreman considers this, goes "naw" and, acting upon the previously established precedent, covers up the murder. in s5 he was at risk of losing his license; here he's straight up at risk of jail. it's all gucci though. friendly reminder of his insistence he doesn't give a fuck about chase. anyway. chase suffers from obvious ptsd and confides in foreman as they examine some dude's long decomposed remains. foreman covers for him when cameron begins getting suspicious. chase tells cameron and she, while previously a-ok with murdering the dictator, is now all GASP. HOW DARE. HOUSE HAS CORRUPTED YOU. DIVORCE! DIVORCE FOR YOU FOR ONE THOUSAND YEARS! chase is understandably upset. foreman is like "i get you dude i just had a breakup too ://" and chase is like be SO for real right now. s6 goes on; chase fits in well with 13 and taub, and it's clear this team is actually friends. including foreman and chase.

also. the karaoke scene. wilson pays house's team to take him out with them so he can stop thirdwheeling him and sam. everyone does so individually; chase and foreman do it as a pair. foreman even negotiates a higher fee; presumably to split with chase. they do karaoke together. looks very much like house is thirdwheeling yet another couple. they have fun, though.

season 7 is the season of the famed chastity belt episode. episode 1 itself starts off with shenanigans, as these two along with taub and 13 try to acquire a neurosurgeon. cuddy wants them to hire a female doc to replace 13. chase hires a hot woman whose resume he fundamentally misunderstands. foreman bullies her because he's mad house didn't ask him. chase is like "can you like, not?" and foreman is like. "shit. you right. ok, i will not" and sticks up for her. doesn't matter, she gets fired anyway. the takeaway is that when foreman is power tripping and chase calls him out, he actually listens. as in, pays attention and values chase's opinion and then corrects himself based on it. they've come a long way. they have a lot of fun moments, like playing rock-paper-scissors to see who has to babysit masters; chase being the world's worst wingman to foreman at a wedding; chase whining to foreman that he didn't get put on a billboard and foreman calling him a pretty boy and a swimsuit model. as one does.

stuff happens. huddy break up. 13 comes back. she's real sad because her honestly? her life kinda sucks i can't lie. masters leaves. they get a patient who won a lottery. chase and foreman get into a discussion where chase is like "well you're worried what it means for the hospital that cuddy's mom is suing house and cuddy, so obviously this means you're repressed as fuck." foreman is like "you're HORNY" and chase is like "am not! i am Going To Wait For True Love now." it's a bet. chase has to try to get a rise out of foreman. no one knows what's at stake here, since they don't discuss money, favors, or anything else changing hands. foreman does say, out loud, in front of God and house and country, that if he wins he gets to put chase in a chastity belt. no one is fazed by this. no one is weirded out by this. no one finds it strange. probably it's a given to them all that foreman constantly wants to dom chase. he does it enough in the workplace anyway. nothing new there.

(they both lose the bet, by the way.)

more stuff happens. huddy break up some more. house gives her living room a nonconsensual renovation. house becomes a temporary part of the US prison industrial complex.

season 8 starts off with many changes — foreman is now dean of medicine, and there's no diagnostic department. taub has fucked off to new york, and chase is off surfing somewhere. 13 has found herself a girlfriend. good for her! but then chase and taub come back. two new fellows join the team. foreman tries to boss house around. it goes as well as you'd expect. chase tells him off for being too restrictive and bureaucratic now. foreman is like "shit, you right" and lets them do whatever they want to the patient. chase gets the right diagnosis. the day is saved. this is their first case back.

more little moments. chase and foreman hang out at taub's house while foreman ruminates on the ethics of his relationship. chase plays peekaboo with babies while taub stews in his own jealousy. it's cute, honestly.

then chase gets stabbed, and foreman, for lack of a better word, panics a little. in that he literally can't figure out whose fault this is, so the obvious solution is to get someone else to make that call. he calls in his old mentor. he knows that if it's his fault, he will be fired. he blames himself a bit, wondering if he should've reined house in more. it's ruled to be nobody's fault. chase, reacting in a Normal and healthy manner, starts sleeping around again, then falls in intense Like with a nun. foreman disapproves. the nun ditches him after a religious experience on the surgical table. chase is sad until house yells some common sense into him, and he returns to the team. they get a case with a little girl. chase finds out the little girl's mum is experimenting on her. next scene is literally foreman interrogating the mum while chase stands behind him like they're some medical crime fighting duo. that'd be a fun spin off actually.

treiber, a pathologist who's got beef with chase, gets sick. house and wilson have fucked off to have a grand adventure. everyone panics. foreman tells chase to stop fucking up the case, but also doesn't take him off it. chase puts his entire pussy into solving the case, and decides to leave the team. foreman tells him "about time", indicating he's thought for quite a while that chase has outgrown the department, and is capable of running his own. they hug while a soft romantic song plays in the background. their scenes are cut with those of house and wilson. not sure who the romantic song applies to; probably both pairings if the lyrics are any indication. listen to it here.

more stuff happens. house fakes his death to drive off into the sunset with wilson. foreman is like, i know JUST the guy to replace him!! and hires chase back, the natural conclusion to chase's arc as a doctor. this is a job that foreman has failed at before, and he is trusting it to chase. they've come SUCH a long way. by the end of the show, not only do they respect each other immensely as colleagues, they are close friends who give each other's opinions a lot of weight, and also they are literally parallels to house/cuddy by the end.

also foreman wants to put chase in a chastity belt. there's that, too. may he one day realize his dream. amen.

#SORRY THIS GOT SO LONG #UH. enjoy the ship manifesto ig? #asks #marchlione #choreman #house md #ty for the ask btw i did have fun writing this asdfsdf #foremanchase #<- blog tag #choreman ship manifesto

[ador3him]

omg what about being friends with dream and him being in denial abt having feelings for you but then someone just openly says like “oh, yeah y/n’s definitely hot. like- dream! you’re friends with her right? would you mind putting in a good word for me?” I LIVE FOR JEALOUS DREAM

pairing: Dream x gn!reader

warnings: swearing, KINDA SUGGESTIVE BUT DEF NOT NSFW also not proofread

requested? yes!! i actually combined 2 requests! because they were SOOOO similar this was the second one: "maybe jealous best friend dream?? angst from dream being jealous to fluff?? maybe a forced confession??"

word count: 0.7k

a/n: i love karl i just didnt know who to put as the second person so i used karl im sorry guys :(

“Welcome to the stream! Woo this is great, what the heck,” y/n laughs a bit at the chat spamming and delaying every couple seconds. “Today fellas we are going to be joined by the one the only Dream!” their voice raises at the announcement of Dream’s name. “Hello guys!” Dreams voice pops through the mic as he appears from out of frame. “Wow chat loves me more than you, y/n,” he jokes laughing as y/n gasps whacking him softly on the stomach. “We also have another special guest in my house and on stream today,” y/n smiles widely as Karl appears from where Dream did. “Karl mother fucking Jacobs people!” they scream giddily. “Woo! I am here people!” Karl says really close to the mic.

“y/n stand up for a second,” Dream whispers to them as Karl loads up Spotify to play some background music. Before y/n has a chance to say anything when they stand up Dream sits down and pulls y/n onto his lap resting his arms around their waist and onto their lap. “Dreams trying to seduce me guys help,” they laugh leaning back onto his chest a bit. “What the,” Karl turns around to see what the commotion is. His eyes are fixated on what is happening, causing Dream to tighten his grip around y/n’s waist. “Should we start?” y/n suggests holding their hands out for Karl to drag them both closer to their desk. “Today chat us three are going to be playing Just Dance!” y/n says in a funky voice making Karl laugh and Dream again tighten his grip around them, like they were a stress ball or something. “Okay to play this we actually have to be standing believe it or not Dreamy,” they start forcing themself out of his death grip laughing, making Dream smile a bit.

“Thank you, guys, so much for watching! If you have been here since we started, I am sorry you had to watch 4 hours of us idiots but if you are just tuning in don’t worry, I will be making a YouTube video with clips soon! I am going to raid uh, who is streaming, Foolish! Have fun watching Foolish, mwah!” y/n waves goodbye to the camera before turning it off, Dream and Karl had already left to get them three dinner leaving y/n alone.

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The car ride home from getting the takeaway was dead silent expect for the soft sounds of Dream’s music he was playing on AUX. He’s borrowing y/n’s car and didn’t want to mess with the radio. Karl sat in the passenger seat scrolling aimlessly through his phone. “Its so quiet,” Karl laughs a bit awkwardly. “Sorry,” Dream mumbles turning his music up slightly.

Karl begins to tap his fingers on his knee to the song, which seems to annoy Dream. What now he’s going to take his music taste. “So, Dream you know how we are here with y/n right?” Karl asks the obvious. “Really? Didn’t notice,” he replies eyes focused solely on the road ahead. “Well, I think they are so beautiful, and I was wondering if you could maybe put in a good word for me. Just because you have known them longer.” His voice never wavered sure his friend would do this for him. “No,” Dream replies pulling into y/n driveway. “W-what?” he looks over at him, but he is already out the car with the takeout bags.

“Y/n, come here please,” Dream calls once he enters their house, Karl following a couple feet behind him. “What’s up Dreamy,” y/n walks around the corner in Dreams merch hoodie and bike shorts, his eyes soften a bit, he places the bags down and walk up to y/n. “You’re mine, right?” he whispers once he is close to them. “Yours?” they look up at him. “Mine, no label but mine,” he clarifies. “Not Karl’s, not Georges, no one but mine,” he’s eyes flicker from their eyes to their lips. “Totally yours,” they whisper so quietly he could almost not hear it. “Good,” he leans down and kisses their lips, his hands softly holding their cheeks as if they would break. When they both pull away y/n smiles, “You got jealous of Karl didn’t you,” they laugh. “Shut up,” he pushes them away a little before pulling them back by the waist.

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[wrongcaitlyn]

hi hi! first off I AM SUCH A HUGE FAN LIKE YOU HAVE NO CLUE. I literally shake every time you release a new chapter it’s insane. i’ve been following since… maybe chapter 14 of talk your talk and go viral (i just need this love spiral)? and i have been reading them as soon as they come out and wow. just read the new chapter shaking screaming crying throwing up. But to get to the actual ask i swear on my life that sometime in the og fic will said that he was going to make a solangelo ship account and become the biggest solangelo shipper lol. i just looked and it’s in chapter 21! “Which is a strange concept to think of, obviously, but he’s going to move past that. The only thing that really matters is that he wakes up in Will’s arms, and Will, somehow, finds it all hilarious. He is, however, going undercover on his Kanye West hate account to become the number one Will Solace x Nico di Angelo shipper, and to most of stan twitter, he’s probably coming off as insane and delusional.”

please tell me if will actually went through with that account. cause i was kinda confused in the new chapter when will said the solangelo rumors were getting annoying. since yk. he was egging it on.

sorry for such a long ask but i’ve just been wondering and AAHHHH IM SUCH A HUGE FAN YOU HAVE NO IDEAAAAAA I also made a playlist for this fic that’s probably over 10 hours long at this point most of it consists of songs i think nico would make because i’m insane.

HI omg literally thank u so much😭😭💔💔 it makes me so happy that you like the fic that much!!!

to answer the question, he definitely did, at the beginning - but that was still very early on in nico’s career, and his fan base was pretty small (at least compared to how it skyrocketed later that year). i think there’s a very fine line between joking that “haha these friends would make such a cute couple i ship!” (what will was doing) compared to certain “fans” who will insist on nico coming out and them having a public relationship/trying to find “hints” and “clues” that aren’t there/theorizing abt them having broken up, or them pining, or basically just invading nico (and will’s) privacy (what will is annoyed by/what other ppl are doing).

will ended up abandoning that acc when he got to college (1 bc he didn’t have time and 2 bc of people becoming too invasive). will def was egging it on back in hs, mainly just to counter the piper x nico rumors and bc he thought it’d be funny, but it became clear at some point that people weren’t seeing the joke aspect of the ship, and taking it way too seriously (bc even tho will thought it’d be funny, he didn’t actually want to out either of them).

plus, yk what happened at the grammys. having ppl try to out nico or accuse him of queerbaiting is really not what will wants to encourage! he made a mistake bc he was a teenager and he is not perfect! (tho tbf, nico thought it was funny at first too, and then just kinda forgot abt it when he became less active on social media)

DROP THE PLAYLIST💳💥💳💥 (i literally have 20+ playlists for this fic and will never turn down some more. i have an obsession.)

tysm for the ask!!! this ended up being a very long response lmao but i have way too many thoughts abt this au😭

#wrongcaitlyn #talk ur talk asks #pjo #solangelo #solangelo fic #nico di angelo #will solace

[kelsiejayy]

i would love a stranger things ship/match up please 😄 im a biromantic asexual (sex-repulsed so my partner would have to be ok with that) woman! im 5’5”, short brown hair, i wear glasses, i have facial piercings (a nose ring, septum ring, and snake bite lip rings 😎) and shshshs im pretty chubby and self conscious about it so ye I’m low key like “would they still like me if I looked like no one who’s currently on the show 🤡” but it’s not a big deal to address if it makes u uncomfy

Personality wise I try to crack jokes and be sarcastic 24/7 because I have no idea how to hold a normal conversation otherwise. People say I’m nice but it kind of feels weird to be called that?? Like I try to be nice bc I have pretty intense anxiety but I fly off the handle as soon as little things deviate from how I plan a particular moment to go and tbh I can be so vindictive in the safety of my mind but I digress. When it comes to ~romantic feelings~, my plan is to pretend I don’t have a heart and push people away even if they make me feel good bc I have ✨vulnerability issues✨ so they would need to be able to put up with my bs and how much I swear up and down they won’t want to stick around. Maybe who can just pick me up like a sack of potatoes (physically or metaphorically depending lol) and refuse to put me down until I chill which would probably work 😂 they also need to have a sense of humor bc if I told a joke and they didn’t laugh I think I’d die lmaooo

As for hobbies, I love to write fiction and I’m majoring in creative writing at college rn, I used to love to sing but my neuroses kind of ruined that (prob a good thing bc I was a huuuuuuge diva), I collect comic books and action figures, I love video games, mystery novels, uhhhh. Yeah. I hate candy, cooking, and driving (never had a license never will babeyyy). I’m brain dead so that’s all I got but hopefully that’s enough 🙏 thank u so much

hi thank you for your request!

STRANGER THINGS: eddie!

ok so before i begin i wanna say eddie does not care abt looks...although he cares about your piercings and will never shut up about how hot you look with them you will have to deal with that 24/7...besides that eddie will continuously reassure you he likes you for you and it is not a facade. he definitely understands having issues about being vulnerable and will always persist on talking through thoughts with you and just being around. i feel like to enforce how much he is infatuated with you he will just go over to your house and sit in your room or wherever you are until you have to forcibly kick him out because he has been there for way too fucking long and he would need to change his clothes and shower. this man would be whipped i am telling you. i don't think eddie really knows how to be fully romantic but he tries his best bringing you books he thinks you would like or movies that you might enjoy. he would force a karaoke night though. he would love to hear you sing but he arguably loves how much you would laugh when he tries to imitate whoever the artist is that's playing. overall eddie will try his best to understand how to help you and even if he can't fully do it he always wants you to know he is there and ready to talk whenever you want or need.

i hope you enjoyed it! if you have any feedback please feel free to give it i love to hear what y'all think!

if you would like to request a ship head over to my blog they are open as of 6/23

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[secretsappyabode]

PLEASE i appreciate your support and kind words on my date night art with Kabu it was a DELIGHT to read, thank you Tiff ✨🧡!!!!!!!!

I wanted to ask, what're your favorite qualities about Stan? What would he say his favorite qualities about you are 👀?

Clover @tex-treasures

WAAAAHH OF COURSE ITS MY PLEASURE!!! :>

(rubs my fuckin hands together) fave qualities eh? HOO where do I start

My fave qualities are; the goofy grin he gets when he tells a bad joke. he likes to entertain ppl any chance he gets, even if the jokes are terrible. second, his fighting skills 👀👀, not only is it cool to watch him beat up some bad guys, or fight against zombies, but also??? hot as hell 😳💦 his hugs!! big arms to hold me with, big round belly to squish and hold onto, the way i can bury my face into the crook of his neck!!! good shit!!! and sometimes his stubble scratches my face a bit hehe he has a rough exterior but he’s also a big softie on the inside. look hes a jerk, but he has a heart of gold. no matter how much he might try and play it off, he cares abt the ppl in his life, and its just really nice to see!! hes also protective over his family; despite everything he just goes all out for them like he loves his family so much to the point of self sacrifice and aaaaa ;A;  also???? hes just so endearing all together!! like yeah he has his charisma, yknow what with him being a conman and all that, but the mans cute ok!!!! he sings to himself whenever hes doing some mundane task, he made dipper and mabel fishing hats, he tears up when mabel gives him the “our hero” sash, HES JUST SO ;;;;;;A;;;;;;; one more thing i gotta mention, he can be pretty perceptive. he can tell when ppl are sad, and will always offer to listen to them talk. and sometimes he helps take their mind off of whats bothering them! that rly helps me out, cuz sometimes i struggle with expressing my negative feelings, and i tend to just shrug it off. but stan manages to sniff them out, and he pulls me to the side like “hey i noticed you were doing this lately, something troubling ya?” and then we just talk abt it. it helps me string a proper sentence together and sort out my thoughts. he helps keep things real, cuz sometimes i dont even notice smth is bad until hes like “oof hon thats not ok. you cant let them treat you like that.” he helps me recognise bad treatment and disrespect, and im forever grateful for that cuz shits hard to tell sometimes ;A; 

As for stan I reckon he’d say smth like this: “Fave qualities about her? Geez, where do I even start? Okay, first things first, she is the sweetest most adorable gal I’ve ever met. I’m not kiddin’ when i say she’ll give ya cavities. Second, she…she always knows what to say, y’know? Sometimes when I’m having a day that’s just the absolute shits, she swoops in, says a couple of sweet words and BOOM, instant mood lifter. I don’t know how or where she gets this amount of wisdom from, but man, she knows just how to make ya feel heard and…and wanted. She’s great like that.

“She gives great hugs too, she’s so soft and squishy, i even tried to get her a patent for it!! Her hugs should be shared with the world! Could cure depression with that!! Heh heh, nah but for real, there’s just something about the way she holds ya. It’s so close and warm, comforting even. Look, I’m a big guy in case ya can’t tell, and I love bein’ the big spoon, but sometimes...sometimes you gotta let her do it. It’s-it’s just nice, yknow?

“OH!! how could I forget?? Her voice. Hooooo baby I could listen to her sing until I leave this crummy plane of existence. Even sirens are jealous of her, hell, I suspected her as one at the beginning. Not only does she have the voice of an angel, she’s got the most amazing laugh. If I make her laugh, I feel like a million bucks. Like, I KNOW I did something right if I got a laugh out of her. ‘Cause she’s really funny too!! The shit the comes outta her mouth, lemme tell ya. 

“But there’s one thing I really do appreciate, it’s how patient and considerate she is with everyone. Don’t get me wrong, she’s definitely the kinda gal that can kick some serious butt when it counts, but THAT’S why she can be so intense. She believes in that “humans have always been kind” kinda stuff, and that’s somethin’ i’ve seen her fight for. It’s...kinda inspiring actually. The moment i saw her treat my brother with this...i dunno, gentleness? Just this straight forward kindness that’s kinda blunt but also...real? I dunno what I’m sayin’. But basically, I knew that she was a keeper the moment i saw those two together. 

“WELP, that’s enough emotional vulnerability for today!! Eesh, i rambled too much. I gotta scram, but thanks again for the ask, kiddo! You take care, you hear?”

#stan loving hours #lovely people #TY SM FOR THE ASK WEEEE #tried smth new with this one heehee #once again i have rambled on for SO LONG FJHGDHGJJHFGJD #stan: goes on and on abt his gf regardless of whos listening #me: heehee him big and cute :>

[starglitterz]

cynosure. (iv)

─── chapter 4 ! ~ stay with me

summary; you and xiao are genmates under the famed streamer company genshin impact. the chemistry between the two of you is undeniable, and your fanbases absolutely love your collaborations. but when you both start meeting up offline more and more, your connection starts to deepen past just harmless flirting and playful banter. with these real feelings starting to affect both your job and reputation online, how will you two react when your relationship becomes the internet’s cynosure?

a/n; reading order for pics is

1 2

3 4

also don't forget to read chapter 3 first, tumblr didn't let it show up in tags so you might have missed it LOL and if the same thing happens to this chapter i'm going to commit arson /j

hope you enjoy !! :D

warnings; drunkenness

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this chapter is specially dedicated to the wonderpets gang !! (@bookuya & @noirkkat) thanks for being so cute and supportive when i told you i finished the chapter HAHA ily guys sm 🥺💘

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facts !!

xiao and y/n both nearly fainted while texting each other at the beginning, and xiao dropped his phone onto his face almost as soon as the conversation was over because he was so surprised he had actually asked y/n to come over. he also proceeded to go on a crazy cleaning rampage of his entire house that day. as for y/n, every time her replies were 'dry' she was actually freaking out so much that she couldn't type out a proper reply LMAO

ganqing & chili so true,,, quill 🤝 making everyone gay AHAHA it's up to you to decide if they're official/just platonic flirting bc rn the only canon couple in cynosure is yantao.

also lumine tends to travel a lot between mondstadt, liyue and inazuma, because of her main job (streaming is a side gig for her and her brother) and that's why keqing had to confirm if she was actually there.

that one line where zhongli says 'no matter how small you are' to xiao can be interpreted as a dirty joke,,, but tbh it's a play on words!! xiao's chinese name is 魈, read as xiāo and meaning 'demon', but the word for 'small' in chinese is 小, read as xiăo. basically if you mispronounce xiao's name the meaning will change, which is what zhongli is teasing him abt and why xiao says 'that's not my name!' KJSAKJSD i'm so proud of this joke let me have my moment <3

zhongli and xiao have a sort of father-son relationship because zhongli is someone he looks up to a lot, and they've been close ever since xiao had just finished highschool. childe is the gay stepdad while aether is the chaotic cousin /j

a/n; WAHHHASDKASJKD XIAO INVITED Y/N TO HIS HOUSE OMFG AAAAAAAAA ok sorry back 2 my a/n,,, sorry for the super long wait in between chapters! i had some 'technical difficulties' w my phone & also i have writer's block JKDJSK sobs,,, but anyways this chapter is super cute and omg i am So Excited for the next chapter screams loudly HAHA anyways i hope you enjoyed this chapter my loves !! now bye byeeee <3

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[plxviofiles]

Kate X Fem!Reader fluff, Kate finds out that R is ticklish, she stores this knowledge in her back pocket to use when the time comes... well that time has come? What did R do? What revenge will Kate enact? (Perhaps Kate pins R down somewhere or something) Thank u so much!! 😁😁

I love your Kate requests 😭 my whole blog is literally a Kate Bishop fanpage and ykw, I'm not mad abt it please send me natasha requests too I'm not sure what I feel about this one, but I hope you like it !! <3

for what is tickling, if not laughter persevering (i'm obsessed with this meme I can't help myself)

#kate bishop x fem!reader, ft. the avengers (but they're tired of your bs 😔) (requests are open!!)

WARNINGS: swear words, a suggestive joke

A/N: yep. nothing much to say for this one. I REFERENCED MORE THINGS. this time it was the lion king (the pinned ya parts I'm having childhood flashbacks) and eternals (i loved the movie and i love drukkari <3) will i ever stop? no. THIS IS BARELY PROOFREAD. as usual. you shouldn't be surprised ❤ also my previous post didn't show up in tags and it BETTER this time or I'm rioting reposting <3

! word count: 1.4K (ah yes. normalcy)

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Saying that you avoid your girlfriend like the plague...is an understatement.

The avengers are having a chill day. Wanda and Natasha are sitting upside down on the couch, Yelena next to them, while they talked and Yelena listened, occasionally taking a snack from the vest she was always wearing. Sam and Bucky were playing cards leisurely and bantering as usual, Steve and Tony were playing a game of chess, Clint and Thor sitting nearby, the former making more trick arrows, and the latter eating his heated pop tarts.

It was peaceful. Serene. Magically undisturbed.

“SOMEONE!! HELLO!?!??! HELP.”

Suddenly, various versions of you were leaping into the kitchen, splitting up and glaring at the archer who seemed like she was having the time of her life.

“NO ONE CAN SAVE YOU!”

“YOU WON’T KNOW WHICH ONE IS THE REAL ME.”

“IS THAT A CHALLENGE?”

Kate just runs after you with the smuggest smile you’ve ever seen, while you (or youS) scramble away like you’re being chased by an axe murderer.

“Everything used to be so quiet,” Steve looks at the dropped chess board game that he was winning and clasps his hands in a prayer motion, “God, it’s me again.”

Tony looks dumbfounded and he shuts his eyes tightly, “If you try really, really hard, you can somehow convince yourself that they don’t exist.”

Everyone shuts their eyes.

(Distantly, “YOU’LL NEVER CATCH ME!” “I WON’T STOP UNTIL I DO.”)

“It isn’t working,” Wanda voices out, on the verge of tears.

Natasha holds her and whispers soothing phrases as Wanda sobs, and Yelena tries to no avail to offer her biscuits.

Bucky turns to Thor, “Couldn’t you just- I don’t know,” he mimicked a slam down as if he were holding a hammer, then made frantic faces, and fell flat on the couch.

Sam gasps overdramatically, and Clint just nods in agreement with Bucky’s statement.

“I shall do no such thing!” Thor booms indignantly, “I’m their protector, not their destroyer!”

“We can blame Natasha and Clint,” Tony jokes unhelpfully, nudging Steve, who still seemed bummed out about the chess game, “They brought those two in.”

“Tony,” Natasha drawls intimidatingly, “I could so, so easily post those pictures of you in a bunny suit.”

Clint snickers as Tony’s face blanches.

“How did this even start?” Yelena questions, looking the least disturbed, “How did you guys let this happen?”

And before anyone could complain about her statement, Natasha speaks up, “It all started during that one movie night.”

---

“Remind me who thought watching “The Conjuring” was a good idea,” you murmured, getting popcorn, while Kate grabbed the drinks.

“Aw, is my baby scared?” Kate teases, and you scoff, “As if.”

Everyone takes their respective seats, and the movie begins.

Normally, this should’ve been a win for you.

You sat, poker-faced through the entire thing, and Kate was the one snuggling closer whenever a jumpscare came out.

“Why the fuck is this so scary,” Kate says into your ear, “It’s so unnecessary.”

“Who’s the scared one now?” you ask cockily, and Kate pokes you.

You laugh out loud at a suspenseful part of the movie, and everyone turns towards you.

You sheepishly rub the back of your neck, “Sorry, guys, just thought of something really funny.”

The rest shrug and go back to the movie, but Kate smiles. She smiles when she was just cowering a few seconds ago.

Fuck.

---

“KATE!” she started using ACTUAL arrows to shoot each one of your illusions with the risk of hitting you.

“YOU’RE CRAZY!” you exclaim when she finally hits the last one and narrows you down.

She runs towards you and tackles you to the ground.

“Pinned ya,” Kate brags, her face right above yours.

“I’ll be able to pin you down someday,” you growl back playfully.

“Yeah, dream on,” Kate says with a shit eating grin, “You got caught so….”

She brings her hands to your waist and starts tickling you.

“K-Kate!” you exclaim, giggling uncontrollably, “Please!”

“But you look so cute this way!” she teases, “Seems like you’re completely at my mercy.”

You were shaking so hard with laughter, you couldn’t breathe, “STOP.”

“On one condition!” Kate stops for a moment, letting you breathe, as you glare at her.

“What is it?”

“Cuddles later.”

You were still breathing heavily, “You….did…all this…just for…cuddles?”

Kate sits up on you and raises her head, thinking.

“Pretty much. You’re always busy!”

Her pout makes your heart melt and you couldn’t help yourself.

“You could’ve just asked like a normal person,” you mumble, your hands on her waist, gently massaging the skin there.

Kate whimpers adorably at your touch, “I know.”

“Fine, let’s go,” you agree, “Just get the fuck off of me.”

“You know, this is pretty comfy,” she grins, and you smile sarcastically.

“Funny.”

—

Kate was very pleased with herself. She has bragging rights, got to have fun, and is now cuddling with her girlfriend in bed. What could get better?

“Katie,” you call sweetly, Legally Blonde playing on the laptop in front of you.

“Hm?” she tears off her gaze from the movie to look at you.

You kiss her softly, and Kate smiles into the kiss.

“Could you pass me the popcorn?”

“Sure!”

But when she gives it to you, you put it on the table next to you. Her eyes widen for the split second that lets you know that she's aware of what was going to happen.

She tried to move but you were faster, straddling her and pinning her arms to the bed.

"You know, under different circumstances," Kate winces, surprised, "this would've been really hot."

"Pinned ya," you quote your girlfriend with a proud smirk.

"AND NOW IT'S YOUR TURN!"

Kate laughs as you attack her with tickles.

"...This....feels...horrible when it's done to you," she manages to say, huffing, "C-Can you stop now?"

"Let me think," you say, your hands traveling higher, "No."

The archer sounds like she's about to explode with how much she was trembling and wheezing, and only when she starts to tap your arm, you stop.

"YES! I got my revenge," you got off the bed and cup your hands on your mouth, like a speaker, "Kate Bishop is a loser!"

"That's over the top," Kate mumbles under her breath.

"It wasn't over the top last Christmas when you gave me coal as a pretend gift."

"HEY! I gave you a real gift after that!"

"And you know I don't think you're actually a loser," you say, leaning your forehead on hers, although she was still grumpy, "My beautiful, beautiful Kate."

"I hate how you always know what to say to make me happy," Kate sighs, blushing.

"You love it."

---

"Now, this is just a whole new level of childishness," Kate verbalises her discomfort.

"I think it's pretty funny," Tony cuts in.

Natasha agrees, snorting, "It kinda is."

"You guys fucking suck," you complain.

Yelena walks in, and pauses to take a look.

"Tin Man! Did you take your suit's hands and put one on both of them on high power?"

Tony rolls his eyes at the blonde's nickname for him but nods, "I wouldn't word it that way, but yes."

"That's comedy gold!" the assassin squeals in delight, trotting over to you and Kate, "You two look so silly."

"I don't even remember how they did this," you mutter, trying to move but not being able to, "I've never been so humiliated in my entire life."

"That's hard to believe," Kate tries to laugh, but a cough comes out instead because of the pressure on her abdomen, "Fuck, this sucks."

"We're only letting you go when you two promise to stop," Sam intervenes, standing in front of you like a strict dad.

You keep quiet.

"Kate?"

"What are you calling me for!?"

"Both of you," Steve stands beside Sam, his arms crossed.

"Thor?" you ask the man, pouting.

"I'm sorry, lady y/n and lady Kate, I can't do much as of now," Thor says with a grimace and Clint pats him on the back.

"Fine," Kate says finally, "We promise."

"y/n?" Natasha looks to you, brow raised.

"I promise," you huff reluctantly.

Tony raises his hands and the hands of the suit returned to his own.

You sit up immediately, holding your hand for Kate to take, which she does, and you whisper to her, asking if she's okay.

"I'm fine," she whispers back, smiling at your protectiveness, "You?"

You hum, rubbing the spot where the hand was and you glare at Tony, "You're mean."

Tony shrugs.

"Tell me something I don't know."

Yelena chuckles.

"You're all idiots if you think this will be the last time they'll do something like this."

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