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Pet Empathy

Pairing – Jonathan Archer x GN!Reader

Summary – Based on S2E5 “A Night In Sickbay”, as a crew member of the Enterprise, Captain Archer calls you–another pet-lover to console him in his time of need.

Word Count – 806

Jonathan Archer was sleepless and starting to get agitated with all of Doctor Phlox’s late-night antics. He could barely get an hour's worth of sleep before he was up and ripping the curtain open in sickbay to Phlox feeding another one of his chirping creatures. Not only Phlox, but it was also Captain Archer’s anxiety and concern towards his beloved dog–Porthos–that was chewing into his subconscious. He wasn’t sure how much more he could handle.

As soon as he brought up his quarrel with T’pol, Phlox decided to point out sexual tension–a common phenomenon going on between all crew before then, which is when Archer’s mind raced to think of you.

For once, his mind wasn’t preoccupied with his beagle, but instead with you–his loyal and devoted crew member. He remembered you were one of the few exceptions, like himself, to bring on board an Earth pet to look after in your quarters.

You always showed responsibility with your care to your animal, and Archer made sure to be friendly with someone like-minded when it came to animals, so it was no doubt he was familiar with you.

When it came time to his frustration he commed you, in the early hours of the night. When you came running into the sickbay in your sleepwear, you first caught sight of the sickly dog laying in his box, then second to your captain.

“Captain Archer, I’m so terribly sorry to hear what happened to Porthos,” you said.

“It’s… Definitely a tragedy, L/N, but I want to apologise for any disturbance I’ve caused this late at night, I just… don’t know who else to contact,” he grovelled.

“It’s alright, Captain, I completely understand if he were mine.”

“I knew you would,” he chuckled.

“How’s she doing?” You asked, walking up to the box, stroking the corner of the glass as if he could feel it.

“We should know within a couple of hours,” Archer repeated, as he continued to say to everyone.

Silence filled the air. Phlox was busy doing his duties with other species and medicine, still eavesdropping on your conversation with the captain. There wasn’t much to say to your captain without it possibly being deemed inappropriate, although, being summoned in your sleepwear in front of your superior was already inappropriate, you didn’t want to extend it any further by saying something unprofessional.

“As someone who loves their animals just as much as I do, what should I do in this situation, crewman?” He asked, head low, ashamed that he felt he must ask for support.

“I find it endearing that you stick by your companion’s side while he is sick, Captain…” As you say that, your eyes catch Phlox’s gaze, while he gives you a fascinated ‘hm,’ “...But I think that it might cause you more harm than good, might disrupt your sleep and therefore your mental health, affecting the crew, Captain. Why don’t we return to your quarters for a short while, take your mind off things,” you suggested.

He looked over to Phlox, “Oh, it’s quite alright, Captain, he is in a stable condition. I’ll let you know if anything dire happens.”

The captain’s quarters were quiet without Porthos, he couldn’t take his eyes off of the empty dog bed.

“If the Kreetassan even tried to look over the data, Porthos wouldn’t be in this mess,” he complained, pacing the room. The hot tea you retrieved for him was sitting on the table alone, losing steam with every second that passed.

“I’m sure there is always someone to blame, but on this mission, there is always the risk that we might lose our loved ones, especially those in our crew, and the ship,” you tried to explain.

“You’re right,” Archer said after a moment of thought, “I should’ve never risked Porthos on an alien planet.”

“No, Captain.” He stopped to look at you, who asserted their position as they stood up. “Your decisions come with consequences, but now is the time to be optimistic.”

He looked puzzled, so you walked up to him. Really close. Close enough so he could watch your lips while you talked.

“You trust your doctor, yes?”

“Yes, but I can’t he–”

“Then trust he has it under control. There is still a chance to redeem this ship of embarrassment with the Kreetassan,” you tell him. But you’re so close to him, he heard every word you said, but also ignored it all. He couldn’t stop looking at you.

“You’re right… L/N.” Then, he leaned down and kissed you. Without any self-control or professionalism, in the privacy of his quarters, he kissed you.

When he pulled back, you straightened yourself out. “I’m… sorry L/N. That was–”

“It’s okay, Captain. It was your decision. I guess us pet owners are highly empathetic.”

“I guess so,” he laughed.

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idk they might be going back to jail

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Sometimes tumblr fanfics are so funny because they’re like

Star Wars boys and how they would show their affection 🥰

And then their adjacent gif is

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what my notifs look like currently

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💗 Yousa are Kenough 💗 (source)

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First Love

Pairing – Klaus Hargreeves x Reader

Summary – You trust your brother and your best friend with the whole world, so who better than to share your firsts with?

Word Count – 563

Warning – Implications of underage sexy-times, mentions of drugs

You and Klaus were each other’s first everything. You, Klaus, and Ben were inseparable and did everything together, but there was always a deeper connection between you and Klaus. Ben felt like the third wheel even before he died.

Klaus and Ben’s relationship was different to you and Klaus–they were brothers, best friends–but having the opposite gender involved complicated it. Peak puberty and newly developing feelings paired with two best friends who trusted each other opened so many doors to exploration.

Being cooped up in the academy didn’t help either, there wasn’t much to do except sneaking out to smoke one of Klaus’ joints. That’s probably how he got the rubber too, the same way he managed to smuggle cannabis.That also meant the two of you were great at sneaking around after curfew without your father knowing, better than Luther and Allison at least.

It was another one of those nights. You and Klaus sitting cross-legged opposite each other on his bed passing each other the joint and blowing the smoke out his window, laughing and chatting about whatever embarrassing things your siblings did that day. The joint must've been laced with something that night, because at the end of every conversation there would be a long silence before someone started a new one and in that time, you felt the resounding urge to kiss him.

Klaus was cute, silly, and would do anything to make you smile. As much as the two of you grew up to be close as siblings, there was always something inside you that made you feel like you had already found your soulmate. If you ever needed someone to comfort you when you cry, or just to keep you company, somehow Klaus was always at the doorway ready for when you needed him.

After your shared joint, you both laid down in his bed with his arm around you, and that silence hung in the air once again. You couldn’t say you loved Klaus just yet, you were young and hadn’t experienced the outside world, but of course you loved the boy you’ve seen every day since you could remember–the boy you called your brother. But, you couldn’t love Klaus. He was always open-minded, and you admired that and looked up to him, so you tried to be the same. Anyway, by the time your father would let you all go gallivanting outside of the academy, then Klaus would’ve easily already found someone to settle with, because who wouldn’t fall head-over-heels for him like you did?

You felt courageous in his arms and so you looked up at him. He looked down at you when he felt your head turn on his shoulder. Another reason you thought he was your soulmate was how he could effortlessly read your mind. Without a word, he pinched your chin between his fingers and pulled your lips to his. It was so sudden yet so euphoric, a first kiss was better than drugs.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.”

When you made out in his room, and he bent over to pull the mysterious loose packet of rubber under his bed, you knew you wouldn’t want to share any of your firsts with anyone that wasn’t the boy you trusted–your first kiss, your first time, and your first love would always be with him.

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Ewan & the horse in Long Way Round for @obi-wkenobi 

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A Noble Ship Embarks

Pairing: Tenth Doctor/Reader

Warnings: None but the bad title, which you’ve made it through! You did it!

Summary: Donna Noble knows attraction. Donna Noble knows romance. So when the two idiots she travels with can’t see that they’re meant to be, it’s up to Donna to put the pieces together. 

Donna Noble was, by nature, a highly suspicious person. This, in spite of her track record of missing the finer details—suspicious fiancés, planetary invasions. That time she’d worn that one top inside-out for a month (it had looked better that way anyway, so honestly? Kudos to blind intuition). 

So maybe she couldn’t rattle off the name of each planet in the universe like a certain beanpole of an alien. Maybe she couldn’t half-understand the Doctor’s ramblings like his other bright-eyed companion. But she could definitely, one-hundred-percent tell if a certain beanpole and a certain companion wanted to… to… dance around the maypole?

God, never mind. The metaphor got away from her.

Point: Donna Noble wasn’t blind. Unlike the lovable, frustrating, absolutely dense idiots she traveled with.

She’d been hesitant to label things, at first. Maybe she was over-reading the situation, too set on seeing what she’d wanted to see. Because of course she wanted to see it. The two of you deserved to be happy, more than anyone she knew, and wouldn’t you make just the cutest babies for her to spoil rotten—

“Oh, what did you get?” you asked, eyeing the strawberry-tinged cone in the Doctor’s hand. You three were out for ice cream on Pirth. Walking down the longest boardwalk in the universe (roughly the length of Texas, the Doctor had said), a sea breeze flapped at your clothes and the bright banners hanging off stall fronts. Donna kept having to rescue her hair from her bright blue snow cone. The Doctor’s ice cream glowed crimson, with little swirling, amber currents that looked more like lava instead of a fruit puree.

“Mount Olympus Mons Mango and Mocha,” he said, over-enunciating the M’s. Donna would bet five pounds that he’d based his whole order on alliteration. The big dork.

You wrinkled your nose. “I can’t tell if that sounds disgusting or delicious.”

“Here,” the Doctor offered. “Try mine.”

“You sure?” you asked. When he nodded—something about his blank face struck Donna as far too forced, his nod too fast—you accepted the ice cream, juggling it with your own. The Doctor’s brown eyes never blinked as your tongue darted out and swirled around the cone. His cheeks seemed to grow pink, and his hand was shaky when he took back the dessert.

Donna’s brow furrowed. She watched the pair of you as you walked a few steps ahead. Yes, she’d slowed down to… spy a little. It wasn’t as crazy as it sounded, shut up. Laughing, you licked your lips, then said you still weren’t sure about the flavor. The Doctor chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck.

Donna nodded to herself, half her hair inside her ice, mouth stained turquoise, and let out a low “Hmmm.”

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“Can I drive?” you asked. You were leaned across the TARDIS console, head propped up on your hand.

The Doctor looked down at you, and his mouth pulled up into a smirk. “You. You want to drive the TARDIS?”

“Oh, it can’t be that hard,” you replied. Donna knew that she’d better settle herself in for another endless round of ‘platonic teasing between friends.’ She watched the two of you from where she was sprawled out on the rickety console chair-thing. Flipping through her magazine, she began eavesdropping. Which was completely normal, thank you.

“Can’t be that hard?” the Doctor scoffed. “Little cocky, aren’t we?”

“Well, you’re always mucking it up, but I think I could handle it.” You flashed him a grin, then surprised him by imitating his signature wink. Donna had to swallow her snort when the Doctor’s comeback faltered, stuck staring at you. Eventually his big ole brain rebooted, and he cleared his throat and began explaining some swirlymajigger. What a massive goof.

Of course, Donna knew all about this sort of thing: the light flirting that could suddenly catch up with a person and make their stomach drop. She knew how friendship and banter could lead to the rumpy numpy, Humpty Dumpty. Donna Noble understood hidden attraction. Donna Noble knew romance.

All right, so she’d seen it on the telly, back off. It’s called living vicariously. God.

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TOP 10 CHARACTERS (according to my followers)

7. Grogu (The Mandalorian)

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Alternative Payment

Summary – After coming home from his shift, Mike can’t pay you, but he puts an end to the sexual tension between you.

Pairing – Mike Schmidt x Reader

Warnings – Smut, no rigorous editing cuz I just wrote this on my phone in a spur of the moment fic

The front door clicked closed as Mike entered his home after coming home from his night shift.

After not hearing from Max for a while, he decided to call you again now that he worked night shifts. Abby was more than happy to have you back as her babysitter, Mike found that she was more energetic than when Mike had employed Max.

He closed the door quietly, noticing your body slumped on the couch. He gently dumped his stuff on the dining room table and slipped off his shoes before padding over to see your sleepy state.

Lying on your stomach with your arm slung off the couch and a blanket draped around your lower half, with empty microwave popcorn wrappers and soda cans on the floor, Mike knew you had been up late movie-watching.

He was so conflicted about his next move. He needed to wake you so he could let you go home but he didn’t want to disrupt your sleep.

Mike’s least favourite part about rehiring you wasn’t the fact that you charged him less, or that you made Abby’s life brighter, but that he hated how his old feelings for you had reawakened.

Mike had a crush on you, and still did, and maybe the way your vulnerability is displayed while softly snoring on his couch was was part of the goofiness he found so endearing about you.

He knelt down and brushed some of the fallen hair over your face out of the way and over your ear, softly dragging his hand down to your shoulder where he gently began to shake you.

When you started to stir he wanted to punch himself. He didn’t want to be mean and wake you up, and he would’ve really enjoyed watching you sleep for a bit longer, but he knew he can’t afford to have you any longer than he has to.

“Mngh… Mike… Welcome home,” you groggily greeted him, rubbing your eyes and sitting yourself up.

“Sorry, I hope I didn’t disturb you,” he said, taking a place beside you on the couch after you swung your legs off and back onto the floor.

“No, no,” you yawned, “not at all.” You started to grab your rubbish and get up to put it away, while Mike just awkwardly stayed sat on the couch.

“So, what did you watch?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh the movie. I watched Blade, was really feeling like vampires,” you responded, returning to your spot on the couch.

Mike was pretty cute too you had to admit. He was short, and all those oversized sweaters and jackets didn’t help, but that’s what made him very cute.

The awkward silence of the two of you sitting in silence in the dark together was getting stronger. You saw him look at you out of the corner of your eye and so you turned your head, and that’s when you felt something bubble and boil down below, a shiver of heat moving south.

He held his gaze longer than a normal person would, a gaze long enough to admire how you looked. Then finally, he looked away.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, but I need a few more days before I can pay you while my pay check comes I—“ he explained.

“Mike, I totally get it,” you cut him off, “don’t stress about it now. Abby makes it worth more.”

“Thank you, you know it really means a lot to me, and especially Abby,” Mike said, looking back at you again with deep sincerity in his eyes, “She really likes you, I don’t know how you do it but I haven’t seen her this happy since—“ he stopped.

“It’s okay, Mike. Abby is a joy to be around, and I’m more than happy to help.”

That look he gave you, full of so much gratitude it was seeping from his eyes, he felt as though he could practically jump on you.

His eyes continued to linger, and you had also not turned away. It was like a subconscious rebounding—since the other person didn’t look away, neither did you. The longer it went, the more delusional questions bounced around your head, “is he staring because he likes me?”, “is he going to kiss me?”, “should I make the first move?”, “what if I’m reading into it too much?” All these questions were finally answered when he slowly started to inch his face towards you.

He did it in small increments to make sure that you were getting the message, and that he could pull back at the first signs of disinterest. As soon as you were confident about what his actions were, you also closed in on the gap and the your lips met his, in a very delicate series of kisses and pecks.

Mike was an incredibly gentle man, especially when he rested a hand behind your head and the other on your lap. Mike only wanted to get closer to you, you hold you, to make you his.

Those delicate kisses deepened after each one, and soon the two of you were passionately making out on his couch, his hands caressing you and and gripping your body. It had been so long since he wanted to do this to you.

He peeled the blanket off your body, and tugging at the hems of your clothing to usher you to take them off. There was an unfair balance between you both and how many articles of clothing you were wearing, but Mike was so needy—he had been wanting this for much longer and he couldn’t wait to get down to business.

You couldn’t protest his outfit while lewd sounds were spewing from your mouth. Soft pants and quiet moans of encouragement was all you mustered, remembering to be quiet enough to not disturb the little girl down the hall.

His tongue danced on you and in you, his breath hot and his mouth wet. He licked and sucked, and poked and prodded at your pussy, eating you out like it was his breakfast.

Finally you could reach down and yank on his clothing at the shoulders and he got the message. He reluctantly removed himself from your cunt, a string of saliva connecting the two of you when he sat up, being broken when he pulled his sweaters and shirt over his head.

He stood up and continued to undress himself, unbuckling his pants so he could step out of it. He pulled down his briefs to reveal his thing, standing tall and proud because of you (although he won’t admit it’s been like this since he first walked in and saw you).

You sat up and grabbed it, pumping it to take in its impressive length and girth. He softly groaned when he felt the head of his cock slip between your lips and over your tongue.

Your salivation lubed him up while you sucked, and as good as it felt for Mike, he really just wanted to feel inside you.

Gesturing you to stop, you did, and with one knee positioned on the couch, he started to navigate his dick to your core.

You leaned back, anticipating the feeling. You felt his head at your entrance, and when you felt his body heat was emanating more and more, that’s when you felt it slip inside of you, your walls moulding itself around his cock, stretching your muscles around the foreign object.

Mike was gentle, always was. His first few thrusts were slow while your body got used to the feeling, but then he couldn’t hold on, the animal inside of him needed to be released and he started pounding into you, holding you like you were going to fly away from him.

He was more than ecstatic to finally be in this position, he yearned this closeness with you for so long it was eating himself inside out. A spontaneous moment of courage led to this and he was so thankful. Thankful of this, thankful of you, so many positive emotions he was close to reaching his peak just from being so overwhelmingly happy.

Then there was creaking. Between you and Mike’s soft yet heavy panting, the creaking of the floorboards was loud. He stopped abruptly, and the two of you whipped your head around to the doorway, but nothing was there. It was just the house settling in the early morning hours, but this reminded the both of you to not get so carried away with your noises.

Mike turned back to you, and since he was doing all the work, you were just waiting for him to make the decision to stop or keep going, but Mike was so close to finishing, and he didn’t want his first time with you to be ruined by paranoia. He needed to keep feeling you.

Mike watching you underneath him, lying back on his couch again, legs splayed wide open, while his hips jolt furiously into yours, you were so hot like this.

That feeling came back fast to Mike, and his legs began to quiver as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth while his orgasm rippled through him and into you.

After he pulled out and gave you his shirt to wear while he cleaned up a bit, he joined you back on the couch, sitting under the blanket.

“Thank you,” Mike sighed, “I hope this is enough to sustain you until I can pay you back.”

“Yeah, this’ll do for now,” and you kissed him on the cheek as your thank you back.

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I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you fuck, the way you taste

Thirst trap suitless Vader. Enjoy.

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James Russell as Brahms Heelshire in The Boy (2016) 03/??

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Hayden Christensen as Sam Monroe in Life as a House (2001)

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Since when did Fertile get 1k likes brb gonna pitch myself off the jedi temple

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Life as a House: *emotional story about a father and son repairing their relationship*

Hayden Christensen fans: little EMO boys SCURRY to me like RATS