#Bit 803

[mostlymarvelsstuff]

Reader receives Nats nudes accidentally

Authors note: Just in case you didn't see, you can now buy me a coffee/commission something. See this post for more info 🥰

Authors note 2.0: trying out a new thing with a drabble series

Word count: 803

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   A while ago, Tony had been feeling generous and had offered to update everyone's personal computers. And Nat was definitely in need of an upgrade, she was still using the old laptop she was first given when she joined SHIELD years ago. It still ran, which she was grateful for, but it did lack speed and some other niceties. So she took him up on said offer.

   Which is why she now finds herself sitting at her desk with two laptops in front of her while she transfers over her multitude of files and data. It's a bit of a tedious task to go back through everything and find out what is actually worth keeping, what's important and what can be trashed before she hands it back over to Hill, but in the end it’ll be worth it. 

   She's just finishing up now, sending over the last few miscellaneous things. But what she hadn’t realized was that she had not selected her new computer as a transfer location this time, but had selected your computer. Likely unnoticed because she had forgotten about even connecting her laptop to yours during your last mission, and because her eyesight was beginning to get strained after so many hours of sitting here. Regardless, off they went, and she was none the wiser

   Meanwhile you're just returning to your desk from a much needed break when you see the file transfer notification light up. This confuses you, as you hadn’t asked anyone to send anything over, nor had anyone told you to expect anything. But since you apparently have some more things to attend to, you sit back down and open the file. This proves to be of little help however, because nothing is labeled. All you know is that it contains several documents and one picture. 

   You decide to open the picture first, as it would hopefully not require reading. It's clearly been taken in a dimly lit room so it takes a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkened screen to discern anything, but soon enough you're greeted with the side profile of a naked woman. This confuses you even more, but you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away. And that's how you spot it, a small scar to the left of the belly button

   “Oh my god!” you exclaim as you register who you're seeing, and you quickly close the tab

   Your hands start sweating as you wrack your brain for a rational explanation. You knew Nat was a playful flirt, the two of you did so all the time. But to send an explicit picture, unprompted, and by file transfer at that, just didn’t make sense. That's when you remembered the other contents of the file, and you quickly skim through them to see if they would be of any help piecing things together. When you discover that they are just after mission reports and weapons specs your hunch of it being unintentional is confirmed. Now, you just had to figure out what to do about it

   A few minutes later, you're standing outside the redhead's door as anxiety bubbles inside you. But you fight through it and knock. 

   “Come in!”

   She's turned enough in her desk chair to see who's entering and a wide smile spreads across her face as she registers that it's you. You feel guilty now, because you have a feeling your demeanor and what you have to say will cause that smile to falter, but you need to do this. Afterall, you’d want someone to be forthcoming if they received something like this of you.

   “Uh, hi Nat” 

   She notices your nervousness, but sets aside the observation for now “Hey Y/n, what's up?”

    “I think you accidentally sent me a few of your things during that last file transfer”

   “Oh, shit. Sorry about that, I’ve been at this for a few hours now and I guess I hit yours by mistake” she explains, “I didn’t even realize we were still connected”

   “Neither had I. But Nat, there was a picture of you among the documents”

   “Yeah? I hope it was a good one at least” she jokes, not realizing what you were trying to say. You're silent for a moment too long however, because she fully turns her chair to look at you, with her brows furrowed with worry, “Y/n, what's wrong with the picture?”

   “Nothings wrong with it!” you reply, a little too enthusiastically when you think about what's yet to come, “It's just that, well…. You're naked”

   Her face turns a shade of pink you’d never seen before, and her head swims with insecurities and nervousness. But she manages to bring out an air of confidence and gives you a sultry smirk

  “So, answer the question. Was it a good picture?”

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[fanfictionismyaddiction]

Ego check

Word count: 803

Pairing: lando Norris x reader

Summary: At a crowded party, you challenge Lando Norris's inflated ego by advising him on how to engage genuinely

My request are open

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Just as you were about to retreat to a quieter corner, a guy slid up next to you, a cocky smirk already plastered on his face. His dark brown hair was tousled in that "I didn't try, but I totally did" way, and he carried himself with an air of entitlement that you could sense from a mile away.

"You must know who I am," he said without so much as a hello.

You blinked at him, unimpressed, and took another sip of your drink. "Should I?" you replied, your voice calm but pointed.

His smile faltered slightly, but he quickly recovered. "Lando. Lando Norris. I race in Formula 1."

You shrugged, raising an eyebrow. "That's nice."

He stared at you like you had just spoken in a foreign language. "You don’t know who I am? Lando Norris? F1 driver?" He leaned in closer as if trying to figure out if you were messing with him.

You tilted your head slightly, keeping your cool. "I heard you the first time. Just not sure why I should care."

Lando blinked, clearly taken aback. His ego was massive, and you could tell he was used to people fawning over him, especially at events like this. But you weren’t interested in that kind of attitude. You liked funny, genuine people—not guys who thought their fame gave them a free pass to be arrogant.

"You know," you said, setting your drink down on the bar, "if you want people to like you, you might want to try being a little less full of yourself. The whole 'do you know who I am' thing? Not cute."

He stared at you, speechless for a moment, clearly not used to being spoken to like that. But instead of getting defensive or annoyed, something in his expression changed. It was subtle at first—his posture relaxed a little, the smirk faded, and his eyes softened as he studied you.

"Okay," he said after a beat, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What should I say, then?"

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by his sudden shift in attitude. "Well, for starters, you could try saying 'Hi, I’m Lando. What’s your name?' You know, like a normal person."

He let out a short laugh, and you could tell the arrogance was melting away. "Hi," he said, still grinning but in a way that felt more real this time. "I’m Lando. What’s your name?"

You smiled back, feeling a little bit of your initial annoyance fade. "That’s better. I’m Y/n."

The conversation shifted after that. Lando dropped the cocky attitude, and instead of talking about himself, he started asking about you—your interests, what brought you to the party, and what you liked to do for fun. He cracked a few jokes, and you found yourself laughing more than you expected to.

It was almost like you had flipped a switch in him. The arrogance that had initially repelled you had given way to something softer, more genuine. He started to talk about his passion for racing in a way that wasn’t about impressing you, but about sharing something he loved.

And as the night went on, you couldn’t help but notice how his eyes lingered on you when you spoke, how his laugh was a little louder at your jokes, how he seemed to genuinely enjoy your company.

By the time you were getting ready to leave, Lando looked at you with an intensity that hadn’t been there before.

"You know," he said, leaning against the bar, "I think you’re the first person in a long time who hasn’t cared who I am. It’s kind of refreshing."

You smiled, grabbing your bag. "That’s because I care more about who people are, not what they do."

Lando ran a hand through his hair, looking a little flustered for the first time all night. "I think I could get used to that. Would it be too forward if I asked to see you again?"

You chuckled softly, feeling a warmth in your chest as you looked at him, no longer the arrogant guy who had first approached you but someone you might actually want to get to know.

"I guess we’ll see," you said with a grin before turning to leave.

And as you walked away, you couldn’t help but notice Lando watching you, looking completely smitten.

[buckslvrz]

oblivious - evan buckley x fem!reader

summary: buck and reader are both so stupid they can't realize they're in love with each other.

genre: fluff 

warnings: swearing 

pairing: evan buckley x fem!reader

word count: 803

note: omg not me in my writing era,,,, no but fr if this sucks, please spare me because it's my first time trying to write in years! please like n reblog if you like it! if u don't, please leave constructive criticism. i can take it, i'm not a little bitch :P

In the bustling firehouse atmosphere, Buck and I were rushing up the stairs after a call, hoping to get a bit of peace before the alarm went off again.

I throw myself down on the couch with Buck following suit, both of us still clad in our gear but finally catching our breath. I lean my head back on the couch and close my eyes, but Buck just had to ruin the silence with his big, fat mouth. "I think you might have scared the flames away for good with that one," he quipped, a playful smirk on his lips.

I rolled my eyes with a laugh, picking up a pillow and throwing it at his head. "Oh, please. Like you're one to talk, Mr. 'I Can Handle Any Blaze,'" I retorted, glaring at him with a smile on my face.

We continued back and forth, but our teasing was interrupted by the rest of the 118 walking over to the couch. Hen had a small smirk on her face and I knew she was about to say something stupid. She made it her mission to tease Buck and I every day. "Hey, lovebirds, save the flirting for after the shift," she joked, earning a chorus of laughter from the group.

Buck and I exchanged embarrassed glances, both our cheeks flushing slightly. I just huffed and stuck my finger up towards them, hoping to play it off like I didn't care. "Come on, guys, we're just friends," Buck protested, his tone slightly defensive.

"Yeah, we're friends just like the rest of you, fuck off." I added, feeling embarrassed as they all laughed at us. I turn my head slightly and glance at Buck, my eyes meeting his immediately.

They continued to tease us as they walked over to the kitchen area. Buck and I were still staring at each other. It felt like he was trying to say something but nothing was coming out. "Anyways, they're annoying." I chuckle nervously, trying to play it off as I stand up and walk towards the stairs.

I made my way down them but heard footsteps behind me. I glanced back and saw that Buck was following me. "Do you hate the idea?" Buck asked. His face was red and he was biting the inside of his cheek.

"What do you mean?" I asked curiously, my head tilting slightly. He sighed and grabbed my arm gently, tugging me behind the firetruck.

"Do you hate the idea of us being together? Does it gross you out? Would you like it? I mean give me something y/n." The words tumbled out of his mouth, his hands flying everywhere. He was looking anywhere but at me.

"Buck," I sigh softly, "Of course not. I wouldn't mind being with you." My eyes widen at the words that leave my mouth, watching his face snap towards mine as I begin to panic.

"I mean if that's what you want too!" I exclaimed, my hands shaking as I laughed nervously. My face felt like it was on fire. Oh god, I couldn't do this. I didn't wait for a reaction, I just spun on my heels but his arm stopped me.

Buck wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his chest as he looked down at me, smiling with a small blush on his cheeks. "I knew you couldn't resist me."

I roll my eyes and hit his chest with my hands, letting them rest on his shoulders. "You're insufferable, Buckley," I smile up at him and watch as he glances at my lips before dragging his eyes back up to mine.

I save him the effort and lean up, grabbing the back of his neck and slamming our lips together. My stomach felt like it was on fire as I run a hand through his tousled hair. His lips move against mine with hunger as I giggle into his mouth. "About damn time!"

We both pull away from each other startled, and look up to see Bobby and Hen standing on the balcony looking down at us. They both had huge smiles on their faces. "Eddie! Chim! You will not believe what you just missed!" Hen yelled again as Bobby whooped and clapped his hands. I laughed loudly as Buck slipped his arms around my waist again, pressing a kiss to my temple.

"We should have done this sooner," He mumbled, bumping his head on mine gently. I hum in agreement, "I know, we're too stupid." Buck shook his head and chuckled, pressing a small kiss to my lips. "No, we're smart, we just procrastinated," he whispered, his lips brushing against mine. I pull away, my cheeks flushed as I shake my head. "Well, at least we did it now," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

[kofiilicious]

“untied shoelaces” // luke castellan x reader

pairing. luke castellan x reader

word count. 803

content. reader doesn’t know how to tie their shoelaces so luke helps them and teases them about it. gn!reader. fluff, because that's, like, all i can write.

notes. my phone was like less than 8% when i wrote both halves of this,, but i pulled through

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Okay, so it was cross them, then two loops, then cross the loops and put one through the hole… wait. What hole???

You let out a frustrated huff. It was probably your fifth attempt trying to tie your sneakers. You were trying to get ready for the day, but your laces came untied, and you wanted to rip the ears off whatever bunny this method was based on.

So here you were, knelt on the ground, ending up with either a messy knot or laces that fell apart when you pulled them taut. You weren’t about to cave and ask someone for help, either — you were too stubborn for that. If anything, you’d go barefoot before that happened. It was kind of pathetic, being a demigod who has to face monsters hourly and not even knowing how to tie your shoes.

Someone suddenly knelt behind you after another failed attempt. Two familiarly strong arms wrapped around your abdomen, and a chin rested on your shoulder. A mop of dark curls slightly obscured your vision.

“Having a bit of trouble there?”

Ugh. Of course, Luke Castellan, your totally not favourite person on the entire planet, had to interrupt you while you were moping about your shoes. You tilted your head to the side, leaning on the slightly coarse pillow of brown locks beside you.

“Not at all. You’re crazy.”

“Really? Because I just watched you redo that lace at least five times. You look like you’re ‘bout to cry.”

One of Luke’s hands snakes up to tap his fingertip on the tip of your nose. It earns a frustrated huff for you, letting your hands drop back to your sides, your shoulders slumping. You’re officially giving up.

“I can’t do this anymore. I’m going barefoot today.”

“Why? Do you not know how to tie your shoes or something?”

The silence following the question was very telling. Luke huffed out a surprised laugh, arms squeezing your gut slightly as he leaned forward, chest pressed against your back, to gaze down at your untied shoes.

“You seriously can’t tie your shoes?”

“Shut up.”

The son of Hermes’ hands trailed down your sides to your hips before finally making it to one of your shoes. His hands were stupid large, and your gaze lingered on the vein that ran through it before trying to focus on what he was doing.

“Watch the professionals and learn.”

Safe to say, you watched, but you learned nothing. Luke lost you when he made the two bunny-ear loops. Everything was confusing, and you couldn’t make sense of it by the end.

“There. Now try on your other shoe.”

“Try what?”

“To.. to tie your shoe.”

“. . .”

“.. You didn’t pick up on a single thing I did, didn’t you?”

Your sheepish grin confirmed his suspicions. The brunette couldn’t help but groan, rolling his eyes as if he should’ve known better than to expect you to remember — or even to watch, for that matter.

“Alright. Switch your knee.”

With a pout, you abide. Earlier, you knotted the shoelaces on this sneaker and pulled it taut, but the two loops didn’t retain. Luke stared for a long few moments, dumbfounded, before bursting into hushed laughter and grabbing your sides to steady himself. You could feel the shake of his shoulders pressed against your back.

Your face burned up with embarrassment. The only thing that held you back from going off on him was that his laugh was probably the most addictive thing you’ve had the pleasure of hearing and causing.

“Are you done laughing at me yet?”

“I’m sorry— haha! I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

That lopsided grin on Luke’s face told you that he wasn’t really. You huffed, saying nothing as he began to undo the knot in your laces, which proved a struggle with his large fingers and his position. You didn’t dare help him.

Eventually, he rejoiced, untying the stubborn tangle. This time, as he tied your shoelaces the proper way, he tried to talk you through the steps. The words just seemed to go through one ear and out the other.

“Cross them over —”

“— loops, like bunny ears —”

“— one loop through this hole, and tighten.”

You were spacing out until he nudged you after you hadn’t responded the first two times he said your name.

“Did that help?”

“.. Totally.”

“…… You didn’t listen again, did you?”

“.. Nope.”

Luke shook his head with an amused smile. He stood, holding his hand out and helping you to your feet. He sighed out your name,

“What am I going to do with you..?”

You gave him a grin and went to take a step.. only to trip and fall flat on your face. Luke burst out laughing.

Motherfucker had tied your shoes together.

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[garfunklefield]

can i request a toji!bodyguard drabble w/ hate fucking and transactional sex since hez like broke? i really think hed do this bcz like hez super poor XD he needs the money

Cash Cow (drabble)

18+ viewer discretion is advised

fem!rich!reader/bodyguard!Toji Fushiguro Warnings: A little dub-con, degradation, lowkey hinted at your dad is a mob boss, railing, public sex, bathroom sex, overstimulation Word count: 803 DESC: You figure out the perfect way to get your bodyguard to fuck you

Hiiiiiii I'm super excited to be writing a whole lot today!

REQUESTS and ASKS open!

“Darling, meet Toji Zenin, your new bodyguard,” your father spoke to you delicately, motioning to the large man before you. Your eyes trailed over to the man before you, god he was hot. You’d never seen such a man before. He was tall and perfectly sculpted by god. You could just imagine his hands trailing over your body as he fucked you from behind. That was all you needed because you knew exactly what you were going to do: You were going to fuck your bodyguard. 

He was a rude and selfish man, calling you a brat and an annoying pain in his ass whenever you so much as spoke. But god you loved it. You wanted him to degrade you so badly. You wanted to hear his gruff voice slur all those degrading names into your ear as he pounded your abused little cunt. Toji was damn good at his job though. He followed you around like a little puppy, always at your side to scare off anyone whom your father wronged. You didn’t mind the extra muscle coming to your rescue when you needed it the most. And you didn’t mind the stares from other people when he did so.

“Zenin,” you spoke gently, looking over your shoulder to a very annoyed Toji, who held your shopping bags with one arm, “Do you want a raise?” You quirked an eyebrow as you spoke, smiling innocently. You knew the man was motivated purely by money. He’d do anything just to make an extra buck. So you knew he’d have to agree to whatever you cooked up.

“What is it, princess?” He asked, looking over at you with narrowed eyes. Fuck… you needed him to moan directly into your mouth as he fucked you raw. But patience is a virtue, and you’ll be getting it all soon. You turned on your heels, letting your skirt bounce up to reveal a bit of your legs as you did so. With two hands on your hips, you sized him up. You could take him. Even if he was incredibly bigger than you. 

“Fuck me,” you spoke, confidently. 

Toji’s eyebrow twitched and he stared at you blankly, “Cuse me?”

“Fuck … me,” you repeated, looking away with impatience rising in your voice. Was he really acting like this was the worst way to get a raise? It was simple transactional sex. He’d get to fuck your pretty pussy and you’d get filled up with his large cock. Who wouldn’t want that?

“I heard you,” he grumbled, walking forward and grabbing your arm with his free hand. You frowned and attempted to struggle out of his grasp but it was no use, he had you in a chokehold. And he had you in a choke hold when he pushed you up against the wall of the family bathroom, pulling down your skirt and panties with one movement. He wrapped his arm around you, elbow bent to arch your back against him as he slid himself inside you. You both were upright and you felt your insides stretch. A whine escaped your lips and he pressed you against him tighter. It was so uncomfortable but you loved it. 

“Shut the hell up,” he mumbled, thrusting his hips into. It wasn’t slow either. He started off strong just to get his check. And god that turned you on. He didn’t care about you and you didn’t care about him. All you wanted was to be fucked and then go back to shopping as one did. You nodded your head a few times and bit your lip to suppress more pathetic moans escaping. Toji didn’t make much noise as he fucked you. Maybe a groan here and there, but you could still tell he enjoyed it. As one arm held you in place by your neck, the other gripped your hip, smacking it a few times just to see you twitch. He laughed as you tensed and came for the first time on his cock, but he wasn’t done. You wanted to fuck him right? Well, then you should’ve realized Toji Zenin didn’t just fuck. He fucked. 

“T-Toji…” you gaped, trying to curl your body inwards but getting stopped when you felt your neck getting squeezed by his beefy arm. He slapped your hip again and you felt your clit ache with sensitivity. It was too much. It was way too much. But you relished in it like the whore you were. You were a slut for his cock, instantly becoming addicted to his sweet member. 

“Thousand dollars for this cock, kay?” He moaned into your ear, leaning forward to let his hot breath linger against your skin. You nodded again, dumbfounded by how good one singular cock could be. Trust me … you weren’t coming out of this unscathed. 

[casurlaub]

over 30 years old - @wolfstarmicrofic - words: 803

“They like you,” said Sirius as he watched Remus intently over the brim of his glass. An hour ago, the kitchen had been filled with voices, but now it was just him and Remus left, like it had been the previous night before the Weasleys had all arrived at Grimmauld Place. The fire danced on the amber liquid in his glass, illuminating the left side of his face and painting the kitchen in specks of red and gold. He took a sip, slowly, still watching Remus. “They respect you.” He lowered his glass, lips twitching. “Of course they got the completely wrong measure of you.”

Remus hummed, eyes set on the fireplace. “That wouldn’t be my fault.”

“Of course not,” said Sirius. The smile was audible in his voice.

“It isn’t.” Remus barely suppressed his own smile. “I used ‘Waddiwasi’ on Peeves on one of my first days,” he said, eyes flickering to Sirius. He thought of third year when it had been a marble, not gum, that Sirius, not Remus, had shot up Peeves’ nose.

If Sirius’s expression was anything to go by, he thought of the exact same thing. “I’m sure he had it coming.”

“He messed with Filch’s broom cupboard,” said Remus, fighting the urge to fiddle with the strap of his tea bag, an urge that left him a little confused. To say the last fourteen years had been challenging was like saying Dumbledore was a rather talented wizard, but at least adulthood had made him a little calmer. He hadn’t picked at his nails for over a decade and hadn’t even felt the urge to. But now… Now it felt like his fingers were twitching with the need to do something. And he didn’t know why.

Sirius just raised an eyebrow. “And?”

Remus exhaled and the twitching in his fingers stopped. He was sure he would have got away with his explanation with anyone else. But this single word, this simple syllable, tugged at something inside him.

Of course they got the completely wrong measure of you.

And Remus bent like a blade of grass, and willingly so. He smiled at Sirius and took a sip of tea. “He called me loony, loopy Lupin,” he told his mug.

“How dare he,” said Sirius, but there was no heat in it. His eyes had gone completely soft. “I should think that nickname would be reserved for a very exclusive club.”

Remus smiled to himself, thinking of first year when Peeves had come up with that nickname after having watched Remus have a conversation with one of the portraits - Sir Cadogan, at that. How James had made an effort to 'reclaim' it, never mind that there was no reclaiming a nickname that had never been Remus’s before. How Sirius had joined in eagerly. How both he and James had got really mad when some other Gryffindor had dared call Remus it. How Peter-

“Very exclusive indeed,” said Remus, forcing himself to lift his eyes again. Sirius was still looking at him and had been for a while, as far as Remus could tell. There was a strange flutter of nerves in his stomach, and it made no sense that it was there now because now it was just the two of them.

This was just Sirius.

Remus pushed it down, chalked it up to the exhausting evening they had had with too many people, and to narrowly escaping death during their ‘cleaning,’ then said, “But I’d appreciate it if its remaining member wouldn’t pick up that old habit. I feel it might undermine the respect thing a bit if I was called ‘loony Lupin.’”

“I won’t,” said Sirius without missing a beat. “As long as I get to keep ‘Moony’.”

It was the first time either of them addressed the nickname thing that seemed to be drifting between them ever since Sirius had called him ‘Moony’ a few days ago when they had still been back at Remus’s and not in this gloomiest of all houses.

The thing was that it wasn't just a nickname. The names were heavy with memories of better, brighter times when it hadn’t just been the two of them left. They sounded like James’s laughter, tasted like the Halloween feast at Hogwarts, felt like a warm ray of sunshine down by the lake.

But they weren’t only happy memories - as with everything, it came at a price. Two other names, one of which they never used, clung to them. And still, Sirius asked him whether…

Sirius raised his eyebrows, very slightly. But enough to emphasize.

This was a statement. A choice and a promise alike.

It won’t drag us apart. Not this time.

Remus met his eyes. The strange flutter was back. And the words fell from his lips. “You know you’ll always have ‘Moony.’”

[chlobliviate]

Wolfstar Microfics - Fix it fic

Words: 803

@wolfstarmicrofic

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“It’s not you, is it?” The words stopped Remus in his tracks. He turned to face Sirius, who had appeared in the doorway of his room. “It’s Pete.” He whispered.

Remus blinked at him, “It’s Pete?”

“I gave everyone different information about where James and Lily would be last night. I told you they’d be at Hogwarts, I told Marlene they’d be staying in Hogsmeade, I told Pete they’d be at home.” He paused, “He went there last night. Voldemort. Blew the place up.”

“No.” Remus shook his head. “Are they—”

“They’re fine. They were at The Burrow with Molly and Arthur.” Sirius looked at his friend. “Why did you let us think it was you?” Remus shook his head. “Why did you let me think it was you?”

“I thought it might be you if that’s any consolation.” Remus sounded pained. “I didn’t want to believe it, though. And, I suppose, with what Dumbledore’s had me doing, I thought you all might as well think me the traitor. It would be less painful for you all when I inevitably didn't come back.”

“Please tell me.” Sirius’ fingers gripped the edge of the doorframe. “Fuck what Dumbledore says. Tell me, Remus.”

Remus sighed, “I’ve been trying to convert werewolves to our side. Greyback and his pack, mostly.” He shrugged, “Fairly unsuccessfully.”

“You’ve been with Greyback?” Sirius’ knuckles were white. “Why would he ask you to do that? That’s fucking awful.”

“He couldn’t exactly send anyone else, could he?”

“But still!” Sirius looked devastated and Remus wanted to wrap his arms around him and never let go, but he took a step back and leant against the wall opposite Sirius’ door.

“Do James and Lily know? Dumbledore?”

“Yeah, Aurors picked up Pete and a few others this morning.” A tear escaped from the corner of Sirius’ eye. “I’m so sorry, Moons. I’m so sorry.”

“I would never,” Remus said quietly. “I owe the world to you, James, and Lily. I would never put any of you, or Harry, at risk on purpose.”

“I know.” Sirius bit the edge of his lip to stop it from trembling. “I don’t know how we got here. This fucking war is destroying everything and I’m destroying everything.”

“Sirius,” Remus looked so tired, “I’ve forgiven you for worse.” He tried to smile, “We’ll get through this.”

“Will we?” Sirius took a shaky breath. “All this time Pete has been feeding us lies about you, and we just believed them. ‘Isn’t it strange that Moony never tells us about his missions?’, ‘Remus missed another meeting? Weird.’ And…” He shook his head, “He said that he saw you kissing Barty Crouch from school.”

“I see.” Remus said slowly, “Well, for what it’s worth, I have never kissed Crouch.”

“Good, he’s a fucking state.” Sirius half laughed, half sobbed. “He made it sound so believable, Moons.”

“I’m sure he did.” Remus said, “I wish you’d all had more faith in me, but I understand what it must have looked like.”

“Can you not be so fucking understanding just this once?” Sirius shouted, “We thought you were a traitor, that you’d give up James and Lily. How can you be so calm about this?”

Remus pressed his lips together, “I’m so tired, Pads. I don’t have it in me to fight anymore. Pete was making comments to me about you, too. I started to believe them. So, I get it. He was our friend, why wouldn’t we believe him?”

“But you’re our friend. Why wouldn’t we trust you?” Sirius rubbed his eyes, “I don’t know how to make this right.”

“Pads,” Remus said softly, taking a step towards him. “Please, listen to me. I’m upset about it, but that doesn’t change the fact that I love you. Uh, all of you. All of you.” Sirius’ eyes flicked up to meet Remus’, who instantly looked away.

“Love you too, Moons. Oh!” Sirius pulled a chocolate frog out of his pocket, “It might be a bit melted now, but…”

“Thank you.” Remus took the frog and held it against his chest.

“For the endolphins.”

“Endorphins.” Remus corrected.

“Yeah, same thing.”

“It’s not the—” Remus smiled cautiously. “I would be so lost without you. It’s important to me that you know that, alright?”

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?” He asked quietly. They’d shared a bed fairly often at school, staying up late and talking. Even since living together, there were nights when Sirius would crawl into Remus’ bed after a bad dream. “It’s fine if you want to be alone, obviously.”

“Of course you can.” Remus looked towards his room, “I really don’t want to be alone.”

“I missed you so much, Moony.” Remus could tell that he didn’t just mean from the week he’d been away with Greyback’s pack.

“I missed you too.”

[meaningofaeons]

i absolutely love the way you write jing yuan! can you do some general domestic hcs for him? like him coming home after a long day at work and what'd you'd do together?

or on the weekend, where he doesn't have work, some cute sleeping in shenanigans before reader has to drag him out of bed

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⊹ character(s) - jing yuan ⊹ word count - 803 ⊹ notes - gn!reader

hi anon!! ty for the req!! I'm so sorry it took so long for me to get around to it </3 hope you enjoy !!! (=♡ ᆺ ♡=)

Now, Jing Yuan is a man of dignity.

He's the General of the Xianzhou Luofu, for Aeons' sake. Though he may nap on the job occasionally, nobody would ever question his status and majesty.

Well, nobody except for you.

It's difficult to take him seriously when he's composed one minute on screen, delivering a speech to the masses with poise and honor, and the next thing you know he's practically flopping into your arms once he gets home, completely deadweight.

Even if you wanted to scold him for throwing himself at you, it's impossible.

The General looks like a puppy when he gazes up at you, sleep-ridden expression doing nothing to get rid of the shine in his eyes upon seeing you.

"I'm home, my dear."

And his honey-like voice soothes your senses the moment he greets you.

He sounds so unbelievably happy and relieved, it's adorable.

Jing Yuan doesn't really enjoy doing anything too excitable or bothersome after a long day at work.

Really, if he had his way, he'd spend every day (working or no) in your arms, snuggled up in bed. Maybe with Mimi cuddling you two as well.

He's not opposed to some activities, though.

If you offer a game of chess or a walk around the gardens of Central Starskiff Haven, it's unlikely he'd deny you no matter how tired he is

But sometimes he will have to gently let you down—especially so if he's already made his way to bed and can't bring himself to rise from the plushness of the mattress.

(If you do end up going out, halfway through the walk or chess game he's probably going to hang off your shoulder and start snoozing lightly)

Jing Yuan can nap and doze just about anywhere and everywhere, but when he's in bed, there's not a chance in Hell of waking him.

Let him hold onto you, though.

Even if he'd rather not do anything at all once he's off work, he's still quite clingy to you.

Will groan and grumble like a child if you need to go on an errand or some such

Tries very hard to convince you to just stay with him.

Please bend to his will!! He works so hard, just let him enjoy the time he has to snuggle up to you

Stroke his hair, run a gentle caress over his face, he'll melt into your touch

Odds are he either gets home very very late and it's time for bed anyhow, or he gets home midday/afternoon and sleeps enough to ruin his bedtime

If it's the latter, he might be the one to ask you to take a walk and admire the stars together, surprisingly.

Jing Yuan is like a cat in that he can kind of sleep as much as he wants to, but sometimes he appreciates going out with you more than cooping up inside!

Now onto the weekends... You can't tell me this man is the worst on days off.

No need to get up for work? To him, that's as good as 'no need to get up at all.'

Obviously, there's stuff to be done around the house, or he made a promise to train with Yanqing that he may have forgotten about once he felt your hand stroking his white locks in the morning...

Not to mention, not only does he not get out of bed himself, but he has a vice grip on you making it so you can't get out of bed.

"Jing Yuan, darling. I need the restroom."

"Mmm... five more minutes..."

"I'll come right back."

"Ugh..."

I swear, if you thought he was petulant about you leaving during his afternoon naps, he's a whole new breed of childish in the morning if you so much as scoot away from him a bit

Forget about getting him up to do any chores or run any errands.

It'd be a miracle if you yourself managed to get out and finish them.

Once you manage to escape his grasp and run the errands you need to take care of outside of the comforts of your home, you will in most cases return to a somewhat guilty Jing Yuan who has taken care of the household chores in your absence.

You had scolded him to get up and get ready to go ten times before giving up, so the guilty conscience it put on him was very deserved, but...

He may be a bit lazy, but he's far from a slob, and he's certainly not ungrateful enough to you to let the household work go unfinished in your absence.

Besides... once your warmth had vanished from beside him, he found it a bit easier to drag himself up.

He's quick to latch right back onto you when you get home, though.

[thepersonnamedsam]

is that bluey? - dr3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!reader

summary: being home alone with a migraine, you turn on a show that reminds you of your boyfriend

word count: 803

warnings: if you have emetophobia, you probably shouldn’t read it…

note: i myself am currently suffering from a migraine and i am just listening to bluey to not feel so alone, yay me

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The toilet was your favourite place right now. With a blanket laid down on the floor and a cushion under the toilet, you were curled up in the bathroom. You installed a power strip, so every electronic device could be charged, such as the humidifier, your iPad, the kettle and your phone. Plus it was the only room without a window, which usually was something bad, but that day it was a blessing.

You were home alone, Daniel was away with Scotty, either training or doing some shit. You wanted him here, but you also didn’t want to disturb him. You had a migraine, it was one of the milder ones, you had worse of 'em, but still bad enough to stick to the toilet. The cold floor helped you stick to reality. You were sweating like crazy and your left side of your head was pounding. It was like your heart was in your head.

Nausea overtook your body once in a while, but there was something that helped you through it all; Bluey! Even though you usually didn’t like the blue-light of the electronics, today it was some relief because you felt less alone. You couldn’t wait until Daniel got back.

You knew the show because of Danny‘s nieces and nephews, they were always watching the show. Daniel was always invested in the show, trying to watch it at home with you, but you always refused. But now it reminded you of him, especially the way Bandit is treating Bluey and Bingo. It reminded you of him and his sisters kids. You missed Daniel, having a migraine without someone caring for you was the worst.

That’s why, when you heard the key in the door, you were so excited you almost felt your eye pop out of its socket.

„Baby? I‘m home, where are you?“, he shouted through the flat. His loud voice pounded through your head. You loved him, really, but you could’ve killed him that moment. He opened the door to the bathroom and saw you lying on the floor. His mind instantly connected the dots; you had a migraine!

„Aww my poor baby, how can I help?“, his voice now in a hush, not wanting to worsen the ache in your head. You whined and opened your arms. He snickered and tried to fit his lanky body on the floor. You cuddled into his body and closed your eyes.

„Are you watching Bluey?“, he tried to contain his excitement in his voice, but failed miserably. You hummed and he just smiled at you. „Finally“, he whispered.

„But why?“ - „I missed you, s‘all.“

After a while, you felt the nausea kicking in and you wrestled yourself out of Danny’s arms. Thank god you were already in the bathroom, because you didn’t know how long you could’ve contained yourself.

You felt Danny trying to make a ponytail with your hair and a soothing hand rubbing over your back.

„Let it all out, my sweet girl. That’s good, let it all out“, he whispered to you. You hated vomiting, it’s the worst. You were just dry heaving after some time, your body still trying to eject everything from your stomach. Tears were hitting the toilet ring and Daniel wiped your eyes with his thump.

„I know, I know, everything’s gonna be good. Just a few more moments.“

„Can you please get me a glass of water and a new ice packet?“, your voice barely over a whisper. Daniel stood up and came back with all the stuff needed. He even brought you a coke, the wives tale or getting rid of nausea. He also brought a painkiller, having seen you take one only 15 minutes earlier, but when you vomited, you probably flushed the painkiller out of your body already. He was such a thoughtful person.

Later in bed, you had a bit of a moment where you felt better. „I am so happy you finally wanna watch Bluey“, Daniel exclaimed with excitement. You giggled, you knew he’d be happy to see you watching Bluey. „It reminded me of you“, you shyly smiled at him. „Aww baby.“

„You know, I think Bingo is the glue of the family, you know what I mean? Like, she’s the piece that’s holding all of the together“, you explained to your boyfriend. He chuckled lightly, he knew you’d be invested in the kids show. „Yeah, I think so too, honey“, he whispered against your temple. He kissed it and closed your eyes with his hands. „We can watch some tomorrow, hopefully your migraine‘s gone by then.“ You nodded your head, instantly regretting it.

You put the cold packet on your neck and cuddled into Daniels side. His arm snaked around your waist and pulled you even closer. „Night night, love you“, you whispered. „Love you too, darling.“

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[heartz4shauna]

Last Resort

Word count: 803

Warnings: none!

a/n: swear to god i posted this already. i’m going insane but it’s okay. also was a request x (tagging @imsososolesbian because he agreed this masterpiece should bless yall once again)

Sitting in front of the fire in the quaint cabin did nothing for your stress. Sure, it helped with the cold but not your stress. You just felt anxious and hot which is much worse than anxious and cold. It was winter now, months after the plane crashed and everyone was losing hope. Well, everyone except one.

Taking slow, deep breaths you shut your eyes, imagining life back home. Family and friends still hoping and praying you’d be rescued soon.

The cabin was quiet, how it normally is. Natalie and Travis were out hunting. Misty was being herself, licking Coach’s ass. Their relationship bothered you- fuck, it bothered everyone. Everyone could see how uncomfortable it made Coach, but what could you do? You have to cope somehow, you thought.

The door to the cabin swung open and in came the Messiah. Lottie. You opened your eyes and looked back towards the door. She looked worn out, which wasn’t really unusual at that point. Her eyes met yours and she came to the fire and sat down opposite you.

“Hey, Lott.” You greeted her, a small smile playing on your lips. She gave a nod back, her eyes too focused on the fire. You cleared your throat and looked at her expectantly. She snapped out of her trance and looked back at you, “Hm?” “I’m just really stressed,” you started to explain. “I know I don’t believe in all of your.. magic powers or whatever, but I dunno, maybe you could help me?”

Lottie gave a nod, “Do you want to try meditation? That usually helps me.” You agreed, of course. Not much of a last resort, but damn it was close. “Give me your hands,” Lottie told you, putting her hands out for you to take. You abided, taking her hands in yours. You exhaled deeply, and closed your eyes.

“Just relax.” She whispered as she closed her eyes herself. You nodded and let go of your muscles. Unexpectedly, a strange noise came out of her, “Ommmmmmm….. Ommmmmmm…. Ommmm..,” she continued. You slowly opened an eye and looked at her, pure focus on her face. “Uh, Lott?” “Hush, you mustn’t speak,” she responded, eyes still shut. “What are you doing exactly?” You asked her. “I’m focusing, please don’t talk.”

“Now, breathe with me.. Ommmmmmm….” She started again. You sighed loudly but shut your eyes again and chanted along with her, “Ommmmmm… Ommmm….” After a good minute or two, you started giggling to yourself. Lottie opened her eyes and stared at you, “What’s funny?” You shook your head, still giggling, “Nothing, it’s nothing.”

“This is supposed to help with stress, so stop laughing,” Lottie stated, closing her eyes once again. “Okay, sorry,” you answered, taking another deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. “Can I ask you something?” You asked in a whisper. “Mhmm..” “So, where exactly did you learn this.. method of meditation?” You asked her, egging her on. “I’m not sure. It’s just, like, a natural instinct.” Lottie replied, truly believing you were interested.

“Did it come to you in a dream, Lott?” You questioned her, slowly opening your eyes. “I guess you might say that. It’s a natural instinct, like I said. Ommmmmmm….. Ommmmmm….”

“Our guidance counsellor used the same methods when I was stressed about my college applications.” You stated, just above a whisper. Lotties eyes opened quickly and she stared at you, “What?” You shrugged, “Or at least something similar to it.” Lottie groaned, “What, you don’t believe these methods work? Fine, c’mere.” She patted the floor in front of her. “Sit there.”

You scooted over to her with an eyebrow raised, “You gonna hit me?” you asked her. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, “No, I’m not. Turn around.” You turned around so your back was facing her. Lottie placed her hands on your shoulders and squeezed hard, “Ow?” “Sorry, it’s supposed to help,” Lottie replied, sounding a bit guilty. “Is it actually gonna help or are you just gonna give me sore shoulders?” Lottie shook her head, “No, it really will help.”

Relaxing into her grip you gave a sigh of acceptance. “That’s it, just breathe,” Lottie encouraged you. She slowly rubbed your back, whispering to you, “Breathe in.. and out. In.. and out.”

The cabin door swung open and in came Natalie and Travis, a deer held on their shoulders. You opened your eyes, quickly looking at the pair, “Game?” “No, it’s not game. We actually carved it out of wood. Yes, it’s game,” Natalie answered you sarcastically. You stood up from the floor and walked over to the dead deer, “It’s a good size. Should feed us for a day or two,” you stated. Lottie came up behind you and nodded.

Lottie squeezed your shoulders as she stood behind you, “I’ll help you later, okay?”

[texasbama]

Do you think the bees are a red herring for a bigger natural disaster, or is Timmy still stuck in Lone Star mode and just giving us bees, and like season 5 using it as an excuse for a cop storyline?

I admit I had hope when I saw Brad's name on episode 2 because he is THE disaster director, and they have been taking ages to film, but now I'm afraid it's just gonna be bees.....

I think this show (like most procedurals) has a formula. especially for these opening arcs. Every season its the same thing (ignoring season 6 and the blimp cause they tried to be different and failed). So right now i'm imagining something like this:

8x01 - opening scene is the bees then cut to hours/days before the "bee-nado". we'll be seeing how the 118 has been doing since we last saw them. Bathena in a new house/in search of one. Madney and HenRen with Mara. HenRen dealing with the Coucilwoman. Eddie without Chris. the 118 with Gerrard. We'll get few calls, we'll see Athena setting up for the prisoner/plane situation. then in the final minutes , we'll see the "bee-nado" forming or landing. whatever verbiage you wanna use there. end of 8x01.

8x02 - will be all bee related emergencies. 118 responding to someone getting bit multiple times (we saw a bts of an extra with the swollen face). We'll have some kind of emergency that makes us wanna cry. probably something with kids. Im thinking the end of ep 2 will be where the plane comes in. Im assuming the "bee-nado" will cause issues with the plane in some way. I don't think it will crash necessarily but maybe bee's somehow get in the plane?? idk something like that. but whatever big thing is happening with the plane that causes all of the emergency response vehicles we saw the bts of, probably wont happen till 803. perhaps someone on the 118 in stung and appears to be in danger of some sort and then bam. fade to black. next week on...

8x03 - will probably deal with/ finish up whatever shit happened with the plane. perhaps the prisoner athena is dealing with will have some story. whoever on the 118 may be in danger, will end up being okay. big saves from the 118 and Athena, respectively. this episode is titled "No Place Like Home". (???) so that will be a theme that carries throughout the emergencies as well as the firefam's personal lives. Bobby coming back to the 118. perhaps Bathena finding a new forever home. HenRen getting Mara back, etc.

This is obviously spec but i'm basing it off previous seasons. so idk. we'll see what happens. lol

[vecnuthy]

singed, glorious

| G | wc: 803 | pre-steddie, smoking, pining

Steve's focus is on one thing and one thing only at this end of tour party for Corroded Coffin — Eddie Munson, smoking

Inspired by this gif, originally posted here, now on AO3

Excerpt:

His position, fortunately or unfortunately, gives him a damn good view of a damn good view: Eddie looking at the city view colored pastel by the setting sun, the easy lift of his hand to his mouth, the pull of smoke that makes his back expand under his dress shirt, the exhale that makes his body relax just a little bit more than the last. It's practically indiscernible, but Steve notices.

He always notices. Doesn't know what that means.

Or maybe he does.

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[joonggphilia]

☼Vacation Getaway☼

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☼Pairing: sub! Lee Taeyeob (yoojung) X sub! male reader ☼Genre: smut ☼prompt: “I thought we got a room with two beds?” ☼CW: uhm sub on sub action…overstimulation implied, descriptive kissing! ☼a/n: bumping purses except the do fuck!!!! I love this man words cannot explainnnn

Read jaemmphilia’s version here!!

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“M/n! You don’t even know the room number. Room 803!” Yoojung exhaustedly called out behind you, as he was pushing the luggage cart. So much help you were. You quickly shoved the door open throwing your bags onto the floor and running onto the bed, jumping from one to the other…wait….the floor….only one bed. Your eyes widened at the space around you. You couldn’t help, but get a bit flustered as you turned to look at yoojung who was still out in the hall. “Hey tae, it’s only one bed.” You nervously chuckled as he walked past you to look at the room. His eyes widened and his cheeks got pink. “I thought we got a room with two beds? T-this is ok right…? We’ll be ok.” He slightly smiled. You could tell he didn’t mean it. Both of you always had tension, but that’s a story for another time…or is it?

You both laughed quietly, retreating back to your room after a nice night swim at the beach. It was super enjoyable spending quality time with your old friend, but you couldn’t help, but get anxious anytime he got close to you. Not to mention the way his ears flared up anytime you looked up at him. It was an undeniable tension. A tension that was ready to snap. “Well, I’m gonna get into bed. Sleep well.” You mumbled, climbing into bed as yoojung stepped into the bathroom with a nod. You tried to sleep, but you were so anxious about being in the same bed as him. The thought of his body next to yours. Temperature rising. The blanket slipping from your bodies. Fuck. Shuffling caught your attention, opening up your eyes slightly. You were met with Yoojungs dimly lit silhouette. He was beautiful. “M/n? Are you awake?” He whispered, peeking over his shoulder. You shyly nodded, perking up a bit. “I need help. I-I….m/n, I need you. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” He whispered, walking towards the bed. You pushed back against the headboard and rapidly nodded in agreement, words not being able to form. It was seriously happening. Yoojung crawled onto the bed, his towel coming loose, but neither of you minded as the distance between you was closed, and your lips were on each others. The kiss was sloppy, desperate, breathy, almost animalistic. Both of you whined, hands grasping for whatever was in reach. Your hands found themselves on his shoulders, while his tangled into your hair. You let him keep kissing you as the covers were removed. Both of you soon were exposed to the damp air. Yoojungs throbbing cock rubbed against your abdomen, causing him to release a high pitched moan, which was music to your ears at this point. Seeing this side of him was turning you on, causing you to whine into his mouth louder. “Please m/n. I’ve gotta be inside of you. Please. I need you. P-please.” He begged, his voice shaky and desperate. You nodded, light-headed and already fucked out from the make out alone. “M/n, I-it hurts please hurry.” Yoojung groaned, his hands prodding at his own red tip. His breathing was heavy and his cheeks were bright. “Can I ride you?” You rasped out, sitting up slightly and looking him in the eyes. He nodded slowly, repositioning himself so that he sat down on the bed, resting on his elbows. He eyed you up and down, giving you permission to make a move. You immediately straddled him, wincing as you sank down onto his length. It was heavenly, his whines mixed with yours, the heat of the room, and the sensations from both ends. It was all around otherworldly. You yelped, bottoming out. It took you a moment before actually being able to move and down, but once you did so yoojung let out a hiss, his whines becoming whimpers, tears threatening to fall. Seeing him like that only made you move faster, your own tears spilling onto his stomach. He helplessly thrusted back into your hole, while reaching out for your dick, pumping you at the same pace of thrusts. Both of you were getting sloppier, louder, and even hotter as you got closer. You slammed your lips into his once more, sucking on his bottom lip to keep everything stimulated. Once, yoojung felt your tongue on his, it was game over, a shout leaving his mouth as he shoot his load up into your hole. The feeling of his seed was overwhelming, sending you over the edge just as fast. It was like everything ended just as fast as it started, as you collapsed onto yoojung. Your breaths fell in sync as you came down from the highs. It was nice…like this was meant to happen. “Can we book this room for a few more days.” You quietly whispered, before falling asleep on yoojung’s chest. You’d never sleep in separate beds ever again.

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[lulublack90]

Prompt 16 - Summer

@wolfstarmicrofic August 16, word count 803

Previous part First Jegulus part

Sirius had popped home after the café had closed for the day and picked up their airbed. He’d offered Regulus a place to sleep at theirs while he got the flat sorted, but he’d refused. Sirius could see how excited his brother was to have a space all of his own, so he didn’t push it. He’d collected a few other things for Regulus that they had going spare. A floor lamp, pillow and duvet, the picnic set and travel kettle, a rug that he’d bought home and Remus had hated, that had been rolled up on top of their wardrobe ever since, and a few of their books, on loan, of course, or Remus would have his guts for garters. Remus was a book dragon and hoarded his books like they were precious treasures. 

He had so much in his arms that he ended up dumping it in the sidecar of his motorbike and drove it over to the café. It had been too long since he had driven the second love of his life. She growled happily beneath him as he drove the short distance to the café. He beeped the squeaky horn when he arrived and saw a disgruntled Regulus glaring at him from the upstairs window. 

“Come down and let me in!” He called after he’d taken his helmet off. Regulus, seeing it was him, gave him a small wave and disappeared from the window. 

“You didn’t have to bring all this, Sirius,” Regulus said quietly as Sirius plied his arms high with the things he’d brought. 

“Nonsense, it’s too late to go get anything tonight, and you need a few things to make it feel more like home,” Sirius grinned at him as he began to lug everything upstairs. 

The summer sun was still shining outside and bathed the room in its golden glow. “Sorry, I didn’t think about curtains. I can go back, I’m sure we have some spare,” He said when he took in the bare windows. Regulus shook his head and pointed above the frame. 

“There’s nothing to hang them off any way.” 

“Oh, you’re right.” Sirius huffed out a laugh. “Well, we’ll add it to the list of things you need,” He furrowed his brow as he tried to figure out when they could go shopping. “I can maybe see if we can shut the café a bit earlier tomorrow so we can go look for some things for you. But we’ve got the BBQ and Remus will go mental if we’re not there on time, so we’d have to look around quickish,” Sirius said as he set up the floor lamp in the corner of Regulus’s bedroom and began to spread out the air bed. It was a fancy one with the pump in it, all he had to do was plug it in and it did the rest. 

“Erm, about that,” Regulus said from the doorway, scuffing his shoe against the floor. “I kind of already agreed to go with James tomorrow morning. He said he knows a place that had good furniture for reasonable prices, and they should be able to do same-day delivery,” Regulus was chewing his lip nervously, clearly waiting for Sirius’s disapproval. Sirius pressed the on button on the air bed and stood back as it began to fill with air. 

“Actually, that’s a much better idea,” He smiled at his brother. “You’ll have more time to look, and I can help Remus set up,” The look of relief on Regulus’s face let Sirius know he’d said the right thing. “Oh and don’t tell Remus, but I borrowed a few of his books for you to read until you can get some more of your own. I’m guessing you didn’t have time to get any before…” He didn’t need nor want to finish that sentence. 

“Yeah, I had to leave most of them behind,” Regulus said sadly. Sirius’s brain went into overdrive and a plan began to form in his mind. He’d rectify that situation as well as he could, probably with the help of a certain matriarch and her electric blue 500. 

“Shall we order in for dinner? I don’t know about you, but I’m famished,” Sirius said, pulling out his phone and punching in the number of his favourite pizza place. “You eat carbs, dairy and processed meats again, don’t you?” He grinned wickedly at Regulus. Regulus rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, alright, get me a Hawaiian will you, please,” He said as he sifted through the books Sirius had brought. 

“Heathen,” Sirius winked at him as he turned the air pump off and placed their order. He smiled to himself, as he realised that this was the longest he and Regulus had gone in a long time without fighting. It was nice. It was really nice.

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[justmeinadaze]

Inside of Her Head (Steve X You)

A/N: This is just a little thing I wrote real quick. I'm actually experiencing this right now with my brain going a mile a minute. I literally spent 15min telling my roommate I don't want her to leave my side because I'm afraid something is going to happen to her or she's going to leave. My therapist says that's my inner child...some stuff we've been working on *sigh*. But my roommate suggested I channel this energy into something creative and thus you get this...this is what I wold love rn. Steve just holding me till I calm down and then watching a movie with me till I fall asleep <3.

Warnings: Reader experiencing an anxiety (manic) attack; Steve helps her through it

Word Count: 803

Steve comes home from work to a spotless apartment and he’s immediately on edge. Most people would be happy to come home to a clean space but not for him. When the home is this organized, something is wrong. 

“Y/N, baby? Where are you?”

No one responds but he knows you’re here, promptly going on the hunt. It doesn’t take him long to find you sitting on the bathroom floor with your knees to your chin and your hands twirling your hair as your blank eyes disassociate through him. 

You two have prepared for moments like this; you warned him when he moved in. It still doesn’t take away the guilt that bubbles in your stomach when you finally notice him as he places himself on the floor cross-legged in front of you. 

“Hey, Stevie. When…When did you get home?”

“A couple of minutes ago.”, he answers softly as his eyes continue to scan you over. “How was your day, honey?”

Your hands shake in front of you as your fingers seem to drum the air, moving without any real thought as your anxious eyes sift through memories. 

“It was good. It was good. I-I-I cleaned. I had only meant to clean the kitchen but then I thought you would want to relax in the living room when you got home so I tidied up in there but then I noticed your movies were out of whack and I thought it would be fun to organize them buy genre for our next movie night. When I finished that, I was going to lay down and nap but I couldn’t stop thinking about how the bathroom has been really messy lately and you know how I’ve been slacking on that…”

Steve listened to your rambling with the patience of a saint. Your lips were moving a mile a minute but he didn’t need to follow everything to know what was going on. Some days your brain just wasn’t 100%. Some days the medicine didn’t always help or something triggered an episode for you that had you like this. 

You tried explaining it to him before but he never truly understood until he experienced one with you himself. You sobbed on the bedroom floor, crying about fears that he would never allow to happen. He didn’t know you during your trauma so he couldn’t be there for you then but he could definitely keep you safe now physically and emotionally. 

“Baby girl, look at me.”, he cooed as he placed his palms out for you to take, grinning when you did. “I want you to inhale for me. That’s my good girl…and exhale. Good.”, he soothed as his thumbs tenderly massaged your skin. 

“Everything got so loud, Steve. I couldn’t…”, you shook your head as the tears fell before he scooted a bit closer to where you were.

“What triggered it this time? Do you know?”

You shook your head again. 

“I just…had this voice in my head…that says I don’t deserve you. That you’re going to leave me here alone just like everyone else. Today…it was so loud…”

“It’s ok, sweetheart. Breathe in again for me…and out again. Good, pretty girl. You’re doing so good.”, he smiled as he reached up to caress your cheek before taking your hand again. “Y/N, I love you so much. I’ve never met another girl like you in my entire life. You are beautiful, sweet, so talented and so smart, baby. There’s no one in the world more perfect for me than you. I’m not going anywhere.”

Once your breathing had slowed, Steve collected you into his arms and held you to his chest as he kissed your forehead. 

“I’m sorry I’m such a nuisance. I don’t mean to be.”

“You’re not, honey, I promise. Your parents are the nuisances…making you think you aren’t enough. You are more than enough, baby. You’re everything to me and I’m always going to be here to take care of you.”

You two sat like that till your anxiety passed and you finally felt safe. After kissing his lips, he guided you into the shower where he cleaned you and washed your hair before putting you in your most comfortable pajamas and carrying you out onto the couch. 

“How about I make some dinner and we watch something EXTREMELY violent?”

You giggle as he widens his eyes and you nod. While he’s making dinner, he brings you your favorite drink and turns on one of the sitcoms that makes you laugh until everything is ready. 

“Steve. Thank you…for everything. I love you to, baby.”

Tilting his body to kiss your lips, he playfully rustles your hair and throws a blanket over your legs. 

“You don’t have to thank me, Y/N. I’m always going to be here for you; good days and bad.”

[ikeuz]

ミ☕️♡💻.°୭̥ — 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 | 𝐏. 𝐒𝐇

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞♡ PAIRING: bf!sunghoon x gn!reader.

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞♡ GENRE: fluff, comfort ♡.

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞. WARNINGS: kissies ^0^, petnames (baby, my love.), tiny bit of crying, reader is just worn out ;(, lightens up towards the end !! <3

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞♡ WC: 803.

leaning his elbow on the armrest of your sofa, sunghoon places his cheek in the palm of his hand, his soft eyes watch your every move, a warm smile growing on his lips, watching you turn to him. as he lets out a small sigh, before speaking up in a gentle voice.

“take a break, baby. you’ve been working so hard, don’t you think you deserve it? hm?” sunghoon says softly, as he reaches his arms out to you, calling you over with a wave of his hands. you let out a small huff, softly nodding, closing your laptop as you set it to the side, now standing up, letting out a small chuckle as he gestures you over.

you walk up to the sofa, standing infront of him as you open your arms out. sunghoon smiles as he leans forwards, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your tummy, as he looks up at you, his gentle eyes meeting your tired ones, smiling when you wrap your arms around his shoulders, one of your hands finding it’s way in his hair, gently running your fingers through it.

“sit with me?” sunghoon mumbles, now moving to pepper light kisses along your tummy and waist, chuckling softly when you squeal, and flinch away from the ticklish feeling.

you nod softly, smiling as he takes your hands, and pulls you onto his lap, his hand coming up to the back of your head, gently holding it, as he pulls you in, nuzzling your head into his neck, letting out a heavy, tired sigh.

“you okay, baby?” he asks in a whisper, a sad smile growing on his lips as he feels you shake your head. pouting, he tightens his hold on you. “you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to… but i’m always here to listen to you, okay?” sunghoon says, his tone gentle, and quiet.

“i know it’s just—” you suck in a breath, taking a few seconds, before shakily exhaling. “i feel so tired lately. just tired of everything.. work, people, myself.. everything.” you speak out, voice trembling, tears threatening to trickle down your face as you swallow the burning lump in your throat.

his heart clenches at your weakened voice, wishing there was some way to take the pain and tiredness away from you, even if it means sacrificing his own time and happiness for you, he’d do it in a heart beat.

“is there anything i can do?” he asks, his cheek against yours as he speaks softly in your hear, hand holding the side of your head, gently caressing your cheek.

“just keep holding me. that’s all i need.” you mutter out, pulling your head away, your teary eyes meeting his, as you flash him a soft smile, before nuzzling your face back into his neck, inhaling the smell of what you thought was his body wash—turns out it was yours…

furrowing your eyebrows, you pull your face out of his neck, letting out a soft giggle. “did you use my body wash…?” you question, with a teasing smile, as you playfully squint your eyes at him.

the look on your boyfriends face was absolutely adorable. a sheepish smile on his face, paired with a pink tint on his cheeks. letting out an embarrassed chuckle, he slowly nods. “yeah it’s comforting… in a way…” he mumbles, his eyes wandering about, as his blush grows.

now you have your own blush forming… “oh, is it?” you whisper, tilting your head up, attempting to hide your tinted cheeks. sunghoon takes advantage of this, now leaning up to pepper small kisses along your neck, smiling as he does so.

“mhm… i use it when you’re not here, too.” he admits, his words muffled by your soft skin, his blush only growing as he confesses more.

“you’re so cute, my love…” you mumble, giggling softly when he nibbles at a specific ticklish spot on your neck. sunghoon smiles against your skin, slowly shaking his head, before pulling away, looking at you with an adorable cheeky smile that only grows larger as you look up at him, eyes glistening with adoration.

you both take a moment to admire one another; thoughts occupied by each other, and each other only. it was as if it was just you and him alone, left with nothing but love to conquer the world together… and it was all you needed; for you had only felt pure, and true love for him, as he did for you.

your once tiring, tear-filled night, now turned into a night of kisses, hugs, and most importantly, peace. the kind of peace you’d only find while in your lovers’ arms, accompanied by the quiet rainfall, as you both drift asleep, without a single care in the world.

=͟͟͞ ♡̩͙... ˚◞♡ NOTE: thank you all for being so patient w me <3. it took me sm courage to finally post this, and now that i’m actually satisfied with how it turned out, i hope you are as well. i hope it was worth the wait ♡.

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