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Linger On- Chapter Twelve

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Summary: After you and Joel spend the night together, you come home to a surprise.

Rating: E MDNI 18+

Warnings: angst, infidelity, nothing spicy this chapter

Immersability: reader is able-bodied. can have/has had a child.

Word Count: 2.5k

Author's Note: We're BAAAAACCCCCKKKK!!!!! I am SO sorry to have been away from this story for so long! i had serious writer's block where this story was concerned. I've already written part of the next chapter so it won't be three months until the next update! Also, we are coming up to the end of this story. Just one more chapter and an epilogue, I think! thank you to everyone who stuck it out and stayed with me! i love y'all more than you know!

Today is my birthday so I thought I would give you all this chapter as a treat!

You wake up wrapped in Joel’s arms. Once again, your senses are invaded by him.  You can feel his chest rising against your back and his breath on your neck. The smell of sex and dried sweat sticks to you both. You try to remain as still as possible, not wanting to break the spell. Right now, you have everything you’ve ever wanted. The thought of ever letting this slip away again fills you with a sense of dread. You inch closer to Joel, his arms drawing you closer, your bodies entwined, and you drift back into the world of dreams, content to live in this beautiful illusion a bit longer.

When you wake for the second time, you immediately notice that you are alone. The sheets are cold when you reach over to feel them. Your chest gets tight at the thought that Joel might have changed his mind. That he might regret getting involved with you again. Maybe he didn’t mean everything he had said to you yesterday. What man would agree to limiting himself to whatever time you can sneak away from your husband, your real life , that he could get? Especially one who loves you as much as Joel claims to. As you shake off your sleep, your anxiety subsides. Joel wouldn’t do that to you, to himself. If all he wanted was a fuck, he could get that anywhere. From someone he doesn’t have such a complicated history with. The smell of coffee brewing catches your attention. Idiot , you think to yourself. Why would Joel leave you here? This is his house. You rifle through his duffel bag on the floor for a shirt. You brought your own but you like his clothes best. You pull his t-shirt over your head and make your way to the kitchen. The sight of Joel and Tommy standing in the kitchen drinking coffee and talking quietly makes your heart ache. You wish you could wake up to this every morning. Jamie and Sarah would be sitting at the table, chattering away, waiting for Dad to pile their plates high with pancakes, and Uncle Tommy to pour way too much syrup on them while Joel’s back is turned. What am I waiting for? You think as tears sting your eyes. 

The Miller men notice you then. “Good mornin’, sunshine.” Tommy says and Joel turns to see you standing there in nothing but his Fleetwood Mac shirt. He chokes down the lump that has appeared in his throat.

“Good mornin’, baby.” He says, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you in close.

“Good morning boys.” You hum. Joel plants a kiss on your temple and Tommy hands you a cup of coffee.

“You hungry, baby?” Joel asks, willing to do just about anything to keep you here for as long as possible.

“Starving.” You tell him. He moves to the stove to start making you a plate. “Really worked up an appetite last night.” You say with a playful swat to his ass.

“Really?” Joel says with a mock glare. A look that gets more serious when Tommy starts laughing. You give Tommy a wink and Joel looks between the two of you. “I definitely didn’t miss you two gangin’ up on me.” He grumbles and hands you your plate. “Feel free to serve yourself, traitor .” He tells his brother and takes his seat at the head of the table. 

“So, what are you two up to today?” Tommy asks when he joins you and Joel. You look at the clock on the kitchen wall, the one that you had bought from the thrift store years ago in the hopes that Tommy would actually start being on time, and realize that you have to pick Jamie up in an hour.

“I have to get Jamie and then I think I’m gonna go do a bit of shopping for my studio.” You beam a smile at Joel. “What about you?” You ask him.

“I’m gonna go see the lawyer this mornin’ and then I’m gonna go see Sarah.” Joel says. You don’t miss the sadness in his eyes.

“I’m headin’ up to sleep.” Tommy says. “Had a late night myself.” He winks. Joel rolls his eyes and you hide a smile behind your hands. The three of you finish your breakfast and Tommy heads up to take a shower and presumably sleep the day away. You and Joel eventually make your way back up to his room, the both of you moving slower than you normally would. Neither one of you are ready to leave this little bubble of peace and love and solitude you have found yourselves in. Once again, you find yourself wondering why you are holding back from the life you want, from the life you deserve, the life Joel desperately wants to give you. Joel watches you dress, unwilling to take his eyes off of you for even a moment, knowing that each look he gets at you might be his last. You both linger at the front door, the strap of your overnight bag slung over Joel’s shoulder. He’ll walk you to your car, but you’ll say your goodbyes here, lest the neighbors get any ideas in their heads.

“Call me tonight?” he asks.

“I will, I promise.” you say, giving him one last kiss. 

You decide to stop by your house on the way to pick up Jamie, feeling the need for a shower. You are so lost in your thoughts, your daydreams of what could be, that you don’t even notice Steve’s car in the driveway when you pull in. You pull your bag out of the backseat and close the car door. When you turn to walk into the house, Steve is standing on the porch. He’s leaned up against the railing and his arms are crossed over his chest. You don’t even bother to hide the surprise in your voice when you ask “What are you doing here?” He uncrosses his arms and places his hands on his hips.

“I live here.” he scoffs. The nerve of him to take that tone with you.

“Could have fooled me.” you retort. You are in no mood for his shit, willing him to stop talking. You can already feel the glow from your night with Joel fading from you, drifting from your grasp. He’s standing right in front of you now.

“Where the hell have been?” he demands.

“We stayed at my parents house last night. Jamie is still there.” Steve lets out a mirthless chuckle and shakes his head.

“Jamie’s in the house right now, having a snack.” Your jaw slackens at his words, at the realization that he knows you lied. 

“Your mom’s house was the first place I went when I arrived home and found my lovely wife and son weren’t here. The night nurse told me that the boys had a sleepover. That she hadn’t seen or heard from you since you dropped Jamie off yesterday afternoon.” Steve actually has the audacity to look at you with disgust. “Who were you with?” he asks.

“Who have you been with all this time?” you counter.

“What are you talking about?” he questions, feigning innocence.

“Oh, I know all about you and Natalie.” you tell him. He tries to hide his shock, but he isn’t quick enough.

“Natalie? My assistant? You’ve really lost it if you think there’s anything going on between me and her.” but you can see the gears spinning inside his head. He’s trying to come up with something better than that.

“Save it, Steve.” you tell him. “You were seen together.” you inform him. 

His eyes light up with recognition. “He told you, didn’t he?” he asks, indignantly. “Is that who you were with last night? Our fucking contractor?” when you don’t say anything he narrows his eyes. “You were, weren’t you? Have you been fucking him this whole time? Isn’t he married?” you hike the strap of your bag higher up on your shoulder and move to walk around Steve. He holds his arm in front of you and stops you. “Tell me!” he screams, not caring if the neighbors hear you fighting in the yard.

“Yes.” you say quietly, looking down at the ground.

“Yes, what?” he shouts again.

“Yes, he told me! Yes, I was with him last night!” you aren’t sure why he even gives a fuck. He has his twenty two year old girlfriend to be concerned with, after all. You push past his arm and run into the house. You drop your bag on the floor of the entryway and head into the kitchen. Jamie is sitting at the island, eating his grapes and coloring in a coloring book. 

“Hi, buddy!” you call out to him, holding your tears back as best you can.

“Mommy!” he exclaims. “Did you see? Daddy’s home.” you pull him into your arms and hug him tightly. The joy on his face breaks your heart. Because you know that Steve is leaving again, sooner rather than later. You also know that this time, when he does, he won’t be coming back. While Jamie is telling you about his sleepover, Steve comes in from outside. He doesn’t even look at you before he goes upstairs and slams the door to his office. Even though you know he was the first to be unfaithful, you can’t help but feel guilty. He’s right, you think, about almost everything. You decide that as much as you deserve the whole truth, so does he. 

Steve only leaves his office to say goodnight to Jamie, only after you’ve left the room. You ready yourself for bed and climb under the sheets. And then you lie there and stare at the ceiling. You won’t be able to sleep tonight. When Joel called earlier you whispered into the phone that you’d have to call him back. After you assured him that everything was okay. You didn’t need him getting worried and showing up here, not now. After what feels like hours of tossing and turning, you finally get out of bed and walk quietly across the hall. You place your ear against the door, you don’t hear anything. You tap lightly on the door a few times and hold your breath and wait. Steve opens the door a crack.

“What do you want?” he groans. He’s still dressed in his slacks and buttons down from earlier. His tie has been loosened and the top button of his shirt is undone.

“Can we talk?” you ask softly. He steps backwards and opens the door wider. You step through and he closes the door behind you. 

You take a seat on the couch and he remains standing, with his arms crossed over his chest. “Well?” he stares you down, trying to be intimidating. You don’t let him. Spending time with Joel and Tommy, being back here in Austin, has reminded you of who you used to be. You steel your nerves and straighten your spine. “

I think I deserve the truth.” you tell him firmly. He opens his mouth but you continue before he gets a word out. “I think you deserve the truth, too.” he closes his mouth and his expression softens. “I knew Joel, before I moved to Chicago. Actually, he was supposed to move with me.” you begin. Steve’s eyes widen in surprise.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks in an accusing tone.

“Because, he broke my heart. He found out that he had gotten someone pregnant before we met, and decided to marry her.” You start at the beginning, from the night you met the Miller brothers. Eventually, Steve comes to sit next to you on the couch. When you start to cry, he places a comforting arm around your shoulder. 

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asks, sounding more sympathetic than he has in a long time.

“I was scared.” you explain. “I didn’t want to hurt you.” Steve inhales deeply, and seems to choose his words very carefully.

“Do you- are you in love with him?” he asks. You wipe tears away with the back of your hand and nod your head.

“I never stopped loving him.” you croak, your throat is raw from crying.

“I think I always knew deep down that you didn’t love me, not that way.” he offers. A fresh round of tears spring to your eyes and you try to explain. Steve shakes his head and offers you a soft pat on the shoulder. “It’s okay. I guess we both have been holding back and hiding stuff. I think that tells us all we need to know about the future of this marriage.” You nod again and stand from the couch.

“I guess we have some things we need to figure out. But we can do that tomorrow.” you say good night to each other and you return to your bed. You feel a sense of relief, like a weight has been lifted off your chest. You take a deep breath and close your eyes. Finally, you are able to sleep. 

You don’t speak to Joel again until Monday. He shows up right on time, with coffee in hand. “Good mornin’, darlin’.” You reach for the coffee but he jerks his arm backward. “Think you oughta pay for this coffee before you drink it.” he jokes with a smile, and leans his face close to yours. You lace your fingers together behind his neck and slot your lips between his. “Good morning.” you reply. You lead him into the kitchen to finish cleaning up. You direct his attention to a foil wrapped plate on the island. “You made me breakfast?” he asks.

“Just returning the favor.” you tell him. His dimple appears as he beams at you and unwraps the plate. 

“Did you mean what you said, Joel?” you ask him. When he doesn’t respond, you continue. “That you’d take whatever you could get? That you’d wait for me as long as you have to?” he finishes chewing a slice of bacon and swallows.

“‘Course I meant it. I just wanna be with you, baby. I don’t really care what the rest looks like. Why you askin’ me this?” You take a long swig of your coffee, made just the way you like it, and set it down on the counter.

“Steve moved out yesterday, for real.” Joel sets his fork down on his plate and swallows hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

“What do you mean?” You walk closer to him and you can see his eyes already shining with tears.

“He’s calling the lawyer this morning. To start divorce proceedings.” Joel closes the distance between you.

“What does this mean? For us?” he asks.

“Well, it means, if you want to, that we can do this for real. No more sneaking around. No more hiding.” You yelp in surprise when Joel picks you up.

“If I want to? Darlin’, there ain’t nothing I want more than to be able to call you mine again.” he spins you around and a giggle bubbles out of you. Joel sets you back down and kisses you deeply. “My girl.” he says, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You can’t remember the last time you felt this light, this happy. 

Then, the phone rings. 

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HSR Men Omegaverse (A/B/O) Dynamics

This is entirely self-serving, but let's be honest, the HSR community is kinda starving for a/b/o content. So! I'm here to make sure y'all are fed. ♡ And if you're at all upset with the dynamics I give them, fear not! I may or may not write content in the future that will dabble in giving them other dynamics.

Rating: SFW Warnings: None Characters: Caelus, Dan Heng, Welt, Gepard, Sampo, Luka, Jing Yuan, Luocha, Blade, Argenti + Dr Ratio Summary: What the dynamics of all the HSR men would be, and how it plays into their personalities and environments.

At first, no one was really sure what CAELUS was, to be honest. The only person who really seemed interested in guessing or betting anything was March, who excitedly hoped he was another omega she could drag into her nest and gossip with. However, it wasn't long after finally settling on the express that his dynamic was revealed; Caelus is a BETA. This doesn't really affect him at all, aside from general uneducated in matters pertaining to alphas and omegas. Though, it has been theorized that this is a best-case scenario regarding the stellaron inside Caelus's body. If he was an alpha or omega, a rut or heat cycle might negatively affect the stellaron, and vice versa.

DAN HENG neither openly talks about nor hides the fact that he is an ALPHA. He's fairly quiet and keeps to himself most of the time, so it took everyone on the Nameless some time to find out initially. In previous incarnations, his alpha status helped in the efficiency and social standing of the High Elder, but that proves meaningless to Dan Heng now. All it means to him in the present is that March will steal his clothes and he has an excuse to be left alone for a whole week once every few months.

When first meeting WELT, it's almost suffocatingly obvious that's an ALPHA, from his tall stature, deep voice, and a tangible instinct to protect the rest of the Nameless. Though, once he softens up and reveals himself to be a more gentle, wise, and excitable man, he never loses that air of authority to him. Not in a governing sense, but in the same way as a calming father-figure. Welt will protect those close to him with his life, not willing to let them suffer the same as so many others. He's very comfortable in his status as well, not being afraid to indulge in things more traditionally labeled as for omegas.

The Landau family is an old, prestigious lineage, one that carries with it a lot of tradition - one that GEPARD's father tried to uphold. Despite being a BETA, Gepard has been raised and trained with a traditionally alpha mentality. His job is to protect, serve, and provide for Belebog and the Landau family. Though, he maintained his gentler demeanor in large part due to the continued presence and support of Serval and Lynx. Sometimes he feels an added sense of stress that he isn't an alpha, like his father had hoped for, but he is reminded with every passing day that his dynamic doesn't factor into his value as a Silvermane Guard, or as a Landau.

Acting as prime suspect witness to those reminders is SAMPO. Everyone in Belebog, including Gepard, assumes the slippery con man is an alpha - after all, that's how he has meticulously portrayed himself. A two-faced alpha whose only interest is in lining his own pockets. But underneath all the fake smiles, disguises, and scams is a proud BETA of the Masked Fools. If anything, this dynamic suits Sampo perfectly, as he can feasibly tailor any kind of dynamic he wants for his new persona. Need a beautiful, unassuming omegan woman? Now you have Madam Brughel Poisson. Besides, dealing with a rut or heat cycle wouldn't exactly be all that fun, would it?

Now, Belebog isn't home to just betas. Somewhere in the depths of the Underworld, LUKA is either engaged in a brawl with a formidable foe or keeping a protective watch over the kids. Dynamics aren't very important in the everyday lives of the people in the Underground, but the second he steps into a room, it's immediately obvious that he is an ALPHA. This is made even more clear in his close relationships with other alphas; his playful rivalry with Seele, his brotherly role to Hook, and his training with Oleg.

Acting as the General of the Xianzhou Loufu, carrying the lofty title of Divine Foresight, JING YUAN is the definition of an ALPHA. Every few decades, there's a few scandalous headlines that propose the rumor that he's secretly an omega due to his nonchalant demeanor and close mentorship of Yanqing, but they're quickly disproven every time. While yes, a lofty role doesn't equate to being an alpha, but it's hard to dispute his overwhelming presence. All of the staff in the Seat of Divine Foresight are witnesses to his stubbornness, his cunning, and the crackling tension that arises with the General's anger, no matter how he tries to contrast it with his easy-going attitude.

It never crosses anyone's mind to question what LUOCHA is, exactly. Not everyone's dynamic is immediately obvious, and he's a traveling merchant after all, he might come from a culture with different ideas of how to appear as one dynamic over another. Just another face and scent in a sea of faces and scents. There are very few who know that he's an OMEGA, and even those that do, they don't really care to act on that fact. Don't let his dynamic fool you - it requires a lot of audacity and righteous passion to drive one to want to kill an Aeon.

As a weapon, there is no need for such labels. None of these words mean much to BLADE anymore, even if they still continue to affect him. He never acknowledges the fact that he's an ALPHA, not finding that it swings his sword any faster or brings death any quicker. Though, he can't dispute the way his dynamic serves against his best interests, as any stimuli that emboldens that part of him typically retaliates in the form of the mara. Whenever he's able to indulge in the occasional guilty pleasure, however, he finds himself to be surprisingly tender. Kafka once caught him hoarding a few of the weighted stuffed animals she and Silver Wolf got to soothe his chronic pain, scenting them and trilling at them. Thank the Aeons it was only Kafka who found him, or else Silver Wolf would have been teasing him about it for weeks.

ARGENTI will never be one to hide any part of his identity, proclaiming loudly and proudly that he is an ALPHA serving the Aeon of Beauty, Idrila. At first, he may be met with some speculation as to whether he's telling the truth. It's not every day that you meet an alpha that smells so flowery and disarming, much similarly to an omega. Not to mention that he's just as tender, just as wholeheartedly loving as all those lovesick omegas on tv. But similarly to Jing Yuan, he has a certain presence to him that certainly proves his claim.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, regarded as arrogant, brilliant, and an all-around pain in the ass, is DR RATIO. While he will firmly assert that his dynamic has no bearing on his personality nor capabilities, he is very knowledgeable on how being an ALPHA affects his every day life. Dr Ratio takes great care in assuring that not even idiots can misconstrue his intentions, putting on scent patches and never baring his teeth. However, this has led a few to question whether he really is an alpha, pointing out that his grandiose personality may point to him trying to compensate. In one way or another, they are swiftly proven wrong, even if Dr Ratio doesn't see their 'close-minded ignorance' as worth his time nor an explanation.

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Morpheus Relationship Headcannons

I have a series coming soon, here's something small to hold y'all over. We need more sandman content on here.

 Let's start off by saying that this man loves you totally and completely. Anything you are insecure about he sees as perfect. Because of this, he will never use his powers to alter your appearance. Instead, he will help you to overcome your insecurities.

The only exception to this is if you are trans. If this is the case, he will give you gender affirming alterations. This will not include weight and things like that.

My man lives for simple domestic things. Come up behind him and give him a hug when he's talking with Lucien, brush a stray feather from his cloak, bring him snacks during long, tiring meetings. Sure he doesn’t need to eat, but he is very starved of affection and relishes in acts that show him how much you care.

He loves to spoil you. He’s very bad at words, so he will show how much he loves you by giving you gifts no mortal man could. It’s not like he just absentmindedly pulls hins out of the fabric whenever he wants, he really takes his time with each gift. He’ll spend hours shaping each and every one to perfection. You deserve nothing less than the best.

Going off of that, his proposal? Oh my gods. He spends months crafting the ring. He would finish one design, then spot one slight imperfection and scrap the whole thing. It needed to be as perfect as you, but he eventually learned that wasn’t possible, and settled for the best he could get. (Let me know if you guys want an entire set of headcannons on your and Morpheus’s engagement/wedding. I have severe brain rot).

Please for the love of the gods call him by his name. Not my lord or Dream, but Morpheus. Pet names are okay (Darling, Love, or anything that has to do with an inside joke are his favorites) but nothing tops the sound of your voice saying his name.

If you choose to live in the dreaming with him, you will share his quarters. He’ll let you do anything to alter them to make them more comfortable for you. He loves to walk into the once bare rooms to find a new plant added to the collection by the windows, or a stack of books next to the overflowing shelves.

On that thought, he loves seeing the remnants of you throughout the dreaming. A notateted bookmark in the pages of a book he hasn't opened in months, a jacket forgotten on a chair in the library. Or, if you're an artist like me, smudges of dried paint on desks or a crumpled up sketch in the dining hall. 

If you choose to spend the day in the mortal world, then he will provide you with the house of your dreams. Again, he loves to spoil you. 

After Lucien and Deaths encouragement, he finally learns to give you less extravagant gifts as well. Maybe every once in a while you’ll even find simple handwritten notes. Often, they are book recommendations or something small like that. His handwriting is either very elegant or very messy. No inbetween.

Very old fashioned lover. Holds the door for you, leaves you flowers at your doorstep, covers the corners of sharp tables with his hands when you lean down. 

I’ve talked about gift giving, but I think his main love language would be quality time.  He’s a very busy man, and doesn’t have the time to spend on a lot of one on one with you. Please please please sit with this man while he works and do your own thing. Lay across his lap as he studies in the library, come with him as he visits various dreams across his domain. Spend as much time with him as you can, even if he can’t give you his full attention. I promise it will pay off.

If you have a period, you will be completely cared for. You’ll be relieved of all your duties (if you have any in the dreaming) and get to relax in Morpheus's unfairly comfortable bed. You’ll have heating pads, painkillers, and food galore. Anything you could possibly want he provides. He will spend every moment he can with you (as if he doesn’t already). 

If you get along with Death, that’s automatic bonus points for you. Same with Hob, but more so with the former. Death absolutely loves you, and tries to knock some sense into Morpheus whenever he’s being petty or oblivious. She is also the one who convinced him to ask you out in the first place, if you weren’t the one to initiate it.

Speaking of his siblings, the only other one he would want you to meet is Delirium. If you treat her like an endless and give her the proper respect, that is another huge green flag in his eyes. She will really love you if you’re willing to hold friendly conversations with her.

He’s very bad at communicating. You need to force him to sit down and have a civil conversation when there’s a problem, and he often ignores or blows you off. Just keep pushing it, and he will eventually get it through his thick skull. Often, you will recruit Death to help you. 

Despite being one of the most powerful creatures to ever exist, he is incredibly insecure. Please give him reassurance whenever you can. Tell him that you love him and that he’s everything you could ever want and more. 

Overall, he’s a dense but incredibly caring lover

Let me know if you guys want more :)))

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Focus On Me - Tom Cruise [18+]

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Summary : Tom makes you wait all day long while he does his endless meeting. Can you wait till he's done, or will you act up in the end to gain his attention back to you?

Paring: Tom Cruise x Female Reader

A/N : Aaahhh this is my very first writing content, can't believe i have the guts to put it out. I hope y'all like it as much as i do. I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes or typo cause English is not my first language.

Warnings : smut, curse words, oral sex, minor dni

Tagging : my favs writers cause y'all are so talented and y'all inspires me endlessly @youlightmeupfinn @malavera @cherrycola27 @call-sign-shark

You keep pressing that same button on your remote TV. You keep jumping from one platform to another, Netflix, HBO Go, Amazon Prime, and Disney + but no shows or movie that seems appealing to your eyes anymore. You either have watched them or... you're just too tired to watch another movie or another episode of a series. You spend your whole day in front of the TV while your man is busy with his endless meeting in his office room.

Looking over at the clock, 5.42 p.m.

You recall earlier that Tom said he'll be done by 7 and by then you two will head out for a dinner outside. So you push the red button on the remote to turn off the TV. You push yourself to stand on your feet and move from the big cloudy-like couch to your shared bedroom.

You hop for a quick shower just to freshen up then you do your simple makeup routine and you blow dry your hair so it falls straight naturally. Going to your shared walk-in closet, you think to yourself which look will you wear for tonight's little date out?

"Let's go a little casual shall we?" You talk to yourself.

You then decided to go with a simple look. Just a silk champagne-colored tank top with a pair of jeans and Louboutin's stiletto. You also wear some jewelry, the diamond solitaire necklace that Tom got you last valentine's day.

Taking your black coat and your purse you're ready to head out. Looking at the watch around your wrist, it's 6.52 p.m. Seems like there's no sight of Tom leaving his office room yet.

Well, he still has 8 more minutes before you'll barge into his office and drag him out yourself.

Now you sit back on the big cloudy-like grey couch and you keep looking toward that corridor waiting for Tom to come out any moment by now.

You keep checking on your watch, 6.55, 6.58. Minutes feels like forever now.

When the clock turns exactly at 7.00 pm you gasp slightly.

"Ok maybe wait till 7.01" you said to yourself.

Let's give him another minute. Maybe he finishes exactly on 7.

You try to be patient by shifting your mind to your phone screen. You scroll down your social media, instagram and twitter, looking at the edits and tweets from your fans, they always manage to bring a smile to your face and make you feel better.

Looking at the corner left of your phone. Your eyes widen when the time tells it's 7.15 already.

"What?! Oh, you've got to be kidding me, Tom," you sigh.

You throw your phone down and steps toward his office room.

Knocking on the door but you don't bother to wait for his answer, you just push it open. Tom still sits on his chair eyes focused on the iMac screen in front of him. The familiar voice of Christopher McQuarrie fills the room.

Geez, he's still in a damn meeting huh.

You're standing still by the door, leaning on the door frame, and have not to step inside his room. His eyes shifted from the screen to your figure. Tom quickly put his hand on the mouse and click on something which I'm guessing he was turning off the microphone or the camera.

"Gosh, really, Tom?" You cut him and pouted.

Tom silently curse to himself. He lost track of time and accidentally forgot that he promised you earlier to take you out for dinner.

"Honey... I'm so sorry, 10 more minutes," he said with a guilty look on his face.

"I'm starving!"

Nope. You're not really hungry yet, you just want him to get out of this room you hate so much and just be with you for the entire night.

"We're nearly done, I promise you, 10 more minutes, and you look beautiful sweetheart," Tom smiles.

You roll your eyes, "Fine," you sigh and walk inside of his office room.

"10 more minutes or I'll drag you out of this room myself" You sit on the sofa in front of him. Tom grins at you, he always finds amusement when you're annoyed, he told you that you look adorable when you're upset.

You sit there silently, crossing your legs and hand holding your face. Your eyes are glued on your husband while his went back to the screen already.

McQ already asking back for his opinion over some input for a stunt. Tom then shares his opinion and his ideas for another daring-impossible stunt that he will do for the next movie. Yeah, yeah, when Tom and McQ are put together, everything comes sensational. The creativity and dedication these boys give in to make a movie and to entertain the audience are out of this world. And that, you always adore that about your husband. Although sometimes it annoys you when he got very busy and has little time to spend with you.

Your eyes then went down. Tom's wearing that blue jeans button down, which he kept the first few buttons undone revealing his beautiful tanned skin. His hair is slightly longer than usual, cause he'll be filming as Ethan Hunt. And my oh my, you like it longer like that. The way he's so focused on the meeting and how he explains the ideas from his head is appearing to be sexier than how you should've found it.

Maybe it's because you're missing him. Maybe it's because you're needy now of him.

Or maybe it's just the way he is. Everything about this man always makes you crazy for him.

Tom glances at you shortly and a slight smile appears on his face when he founds your eyes didn't even shift a centimeter away from his figure.

You look over at your watch. It's 7.26 and yet he's still rambling to describe how he wants the stunt to be exactly like how he pictures it in his head.

You stood up in front of his table and just point at your watch around your wrist. Tom doesn't even bother to look at you back and just lifts his hand in the air telling you to wait again.

You click your tongue and tilt your head to the side. He's really testing your patient here huh.

He ignores you again and just gives you that same hand gesture telling you to wait again.

But you had enough.

Looking around his table, suddenly a brilliant idea popped on your head. You take one rubber band from the little bowl he has on top of his desk and you tie your hair up in a ponytail.

Tom took a glance at you which you only repay with a playful bratty smirk. Someone then ask again for his input and his eyes went back to the screen.

You drop to your knees and crawl carefully under his desk.

"Yes, I'll have it confirmed to the studio soon. Uh---"

Once he found you under the table and in between his legs, Tom's eyes widen at you in shock.

"What are you doing?!" He mouths at you silently. But you didn't answer him and only grins at him.

You run your hands on his thighs. Even though they're covered with his jeans but you can feel his bulky muscular thighs underneath. Tom shifted in his seat but he try to remain calm in front of the camera. Your hand starts to slip underneath the button-down to find the button and the zipper of his jeans. Tom tries to stop you but you push away his hands from you and you stare back at him sharply then you continue to unbutton and unzip his jeans.

"Uh... Don't we have a meeting, Chris, with uh... paramount next Thursday?" He continues. You could hear a clicking sound from his mouse.

"What are you doing?!" He quickly asks as he holds both sides of your arms.

"You made me wait! You can't keep your focus on me so i have no choice but to fish for your attention, baby- McQ's asking for you. Answer him." You told him.

His eyes went back up to the screen and he unmute the mic again to answer McQ.

"Uh.. yes, sorry what was that McQ?"

"Are....you okay?" McQ concerningly asks.

You nearly chuckle there but you hold it in. You continue to unzip his jeans and take out his shaft through the fly hole. Tom hisses when you have your fingers around his cock.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry, I thought I see mice down here." He cleverly lies. "What was that Chrissss" he hiss again and slightly jolted when you put his member inside your mouth. His eyes widen and his hands are firm on a fist.

"Um... i was saying, we'll have it confirmed to paramount at that meeting, right?"

"Mhmm" Tom mumbles and try his best to not groan in front of the camera while you are down on your knees in between his legs and have his hardening member inside of your mouth.

You pull out his cock from your mouth and you pump his cock while you lick and sucks his balls. Tom takes a deep sharp breath and grips your arm firmly. His blood starts to surfacing, making him look flushed.

Tom quickly turns off the camera.

"Shitt!" He exclaimed. "S-sorry guys i think something is wrong with my camera," he lies.

Tom pushes his chair back till it hits the wall behind him and he also pulls you with him. He's giving you more room for you to work on, so you don't stay in the small room under his desk.

You put your index finger in front of your lips telling him to stay silent before you take his cock again and put it inside of your mouth. Tom bucks his head back at the contact of his cock inside your warm mouth. He pulls back his head again to meet your eyes.

"Are we done, McQ?" He asks.

Huh, now you're asking to have it done.

You just keep on doing your job there in between his legs. Sucking on his member, bucking your head up and down, and stroking the remaining length of him that you couldn't take to your mouth. Tom runs his finger through your hair. Holding the back of your head while you keep bobbing your head at his length, taking him as far back to the back of your throat.

"One more Tom, about Norway--"

Tom quickly mouths "Fuck" as he rolls his head.

He wants to have the meeting ended instantly. He wants to be able to groan and moans loudly now. More than that, he wants to have you. He wants to rail you now on top of his desk.

"I have asks Michelle to have it booked for mid-March, is it okay?" McQ continues to asks.

".....M-Mid march?" Tom thinks. "Isn't Oscar's in mid March?"

"Um... yeah, March 12th i think-- wait you're going to the oscar?" McQ asks back.

Hid member starts to pulsating inside of your mouth. You could feel that he's close. Tom put his fist to his mouth, trying his best to hold back not to come right now.

"Tom?" McQ calls again.

"Yesss! Yes, still here." Tom answers

"Are you sure you're okay? You sounds like you're out of breath..." McQ asks confused to himself.

"I'm okay, I'm.... really. Okay." Tom sigh and his grips on your hair tightens.

"About oscar... We'll-- Mmm... we'll see! We'll see later about it." He tries to answer the question as normal sounds as possible.

His jaws fall agape and his eyebrows pinched together. Tom buck his head back again and close his eyes shut. He's so close.

"Okay, then i guess that's all for this meeting. Any thing more you want to add, Tom?" McQ asks before closing it.

"N-no!! Thank you guys!" Tom's practically trembling.

"Thank you, I'll end the zoom, see ya" McQ said before the iconic system sound when a zoom meeting ended played out.

Tom quickly opens his eyes again, looking at the iMac screen to confirm it himself that the meeting is ended.

"Ohh-- you little slut!" He finally could verbally react to your sinful actions.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.... keep sucking me like that, you fucking minx!"

Tom's hand on your head, helping you to guide your movement down at his length. He also starts to buck his hips upwards, fucking your mouth.

"Oohh, honey, I'm coming!" He breathlessly said.

A few more swipes of your fury tongue on his sensitive head and he burst his seeds to the back of your throat. His muscles flex. And he grips onto you hard, hard enough to maybe let a bruise afterward. But you love every time he left a love mark on you.

You slowly pull your head back and his cock falls out from your mouth. You swallow his seeds and clean the remaining mess of his around your lips and on your fingers. You suck one by one of your fingers which are glazed by his precum mixing with your spit.

Still with a panting breath, Tom chuckles at you.

"You..." he shook his head.

"Now I got your focus on me," you said with such a sultry tone.

"Oh darling, you know you always do have 'em"

You clicked your tongue and roll your eyes but then you both laugh at it. Tom pulls you for a kiss then. It was a long warm and deep kind of kiss. One that always makes you certain that you are the number one priority in his life. And that he loves you, more than anything in this world.

Tom then breaks away from the kiss and rubs your cheek softly. He stares at you deeply with such adoration in his eyes.

"Wow darling," he whispers.

"You sure gonna wish you'll never have meetings at home from now on," he said with a devilish smirk on his face.

You're sure you start a new challenge for him. But at least, now he knows not to make you wait again.

[evans-heaven]

Close ; Joseph Quinn

Pt 2 of Scene, girlies. I'm too tired to write a quirky intro so we'll just get right into it.

Pairing: Joseph Quinn x Fem!Actress!Reader

Warnings: Unedited content, language, in depth talk of anxiety so please be cautious, a little angst, a little fluff, mention of Eddie's death, also y'all I'll be honest i don't like this very much but maybe you will 😅

Wc: 3.5k

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It was around 1AM, and you and Joe were in his rented car driving back to your apartment complex. You’d been staying there since filming began, like a lot of other cast members. Though you and Joe had separate apartments, many a night came about where you crashed at each others’ places, whether accidentally falling asleep during a hangout session or on purpose when you wanted company and everyone else was on set late. Tonight may not have been one of those nights, though.  You were emotionally and physically exhausted, and could tell Joe was as well. You practically drooled at the thought of curling up in your own bed, the one you’d gotten used to in your home away from home.

The ride was pretty quiet, aside from the odd yawn from one of you here and there. The car faintly smelled of takeout, which you two ate about a half hour prior in the parking lot of a 24 hour Chinese restaurant, starving and not being able to wait until you got home. Of course a full stomach ended up making you even more tired, so you weren’t surprised when you began nodding off a bit.

It wasn’t until Joe caught you by surprise with a question that you found yourself fully awake as you stared at him, eyes widened.

“So, are you ready to tell me why you were so worried about today?”

He spoke casually, like it was a throwaway question, he’d ask anyone else, but since there wasn’t anyone else in the car, you knew he was talking to you.

“What do you mean?” you were nonchalant, asking in the same tone he did. If you acted unbothered, it wouldn’t seem that deep, right?

Unfortunately, he didn’t buy it. “Y/N, we know each other better than we know ourselves. I can tell today was about so much more than you’re letting on,” he said. “It kills me when I can tell something is bothering you and I don’t know what,”

Your heart rate increased, partly because of the conversation that was about to happen, and partly because of how much Joe cared for you. Even though you weren’t new to the concept of people caring about you and your feelings, it still blew your mind just how much this man you had only known for just under 2 years cared for you.  He had one of the biggest hearts that had ever been bared to you and his ability for love and compassion could be damn near enviable. It was like this friendship had been going strong for decades, simply because of the closeness developed between the two of you. You knew it, the crew knew it, and the cast especially knew it (and reminded you of it daily).

Still, talking about your feelings was fucking hard, especially face to face. You almost wanted to suggest he shoot you a text message asking what as wrong so you could write a damn book as a reply. You’d always been better at writing what you felt than saying it out loud.

But this wasn’t virtual, it was real life. He was asking, and he was waiting for an answer. You had one, but the trouble would be getting it out to begin with.

“To be honest with you,” you started. “Even I didn’t understand at first what had me so worked up about it,” you admitted. And it was true. Like most of your anxiety induced tyrants, initially you couldn’t figure out why your nerves to film that day seemed stronger than they probably should have been. In the week leading up to it, the feelings seemed to grow, and so did your frustration with yourself because you just couldn’t figure out why the nerves were there and why they were so relentless.

Anxiety really grabbed you by the boobs and made your life hell sometimes.

You were so over it consuming you, until realization dawned on you the morning of shooting. It finally came to you, as you and Joe hugged before he had to go off and shoot some scenes that didn’t have you in them, why filming that scene in particular would be so hard and why it was affecting you as much as it did.

“But now, I do understand,” you said to him. You felt your emotions rise on your throat again, and you shoved them back to wherever they came from. This was going to be hard. “And maybe….my nerves didn’t have much to do with Eddie’s death at all,” you began.

“Ouch,” Joe said, smirking at you.

“Even though,” you stressed, holding up a hand, ignoring his fake offense. "I love Eddie, and a lot of those tears I shed were real. No one wants to see their pretend boyfriend die, or see their best friend who plays their pretend boyfriend, pretend to die," you said, looking off to the side, wondering if that made sense. 

However, Joe agreed. "True," he said, nodding, keeping his eyes on the road ahead of him.

"But....I think the real reason it affected me today the way it did is because of what it might mean," You said. Okay, good start.

Coming up to the stoplight just before your destination, he turned to you with his brows furrowed. "What will it mean?" he asked, his voice soft and patient.

Christ. "Well, I hate to be blunt, but this is essentially the end of Eddie and Stacey, as we know it. I mean, Stacey's leaving Hawkins, but the Duffers told me upfront I'd be back for season 5. But what about Eddie? Is he coming back, is his death permanent, who knows? I just...can't help but worry,"

"You've got a point, sadly," he admitted, looking a bit somber. "But what's there to worry about?" he pressed.

You made a noise that was somewhere between a groan and a sigh, wishing Joe could just read your mind and know everything you wanted to say. You sat up straight in your seat and placed your palms on your thighs. "Like, okay, these past two years have been the best of my life, and a decent chunk of that is thanks to you. Seeing you everyday, and being close to you, is something I've gotten used to, it's one of my favorite things,"

He smiled at you, the warmest look in his gorgeous brown eyes. "It's one of my favorite things too, love," he said, pulling your hand from your lap and threading his fingers through yours.

The red light changed to green, and as he drove forward, you squeezed his hand. "I just need to know, will we....will we always be like this?" you asked him, finally done beating around the bush. It almost felt like him taking your hand gave you a boost of confidence you’d been lacking.

After your question, a sudden silence fell upon the moment. It was very much unlike the comfortable silence that normally would, like earlier in the car, or when you had movie night, or walked to the deli near your apartment building for lunch on a day off. This was awkward, almost eerie, as eerie as a rented Honda could feel.

You thought it was a pretty easy question, but he clearly needed to ponder it. You simply waited for a response. Words, a sigh, a shrug, anything. Your face was calm, but it concealed a mind worried about what he'd say next.

Just then, the quietness was shattered by his illegally adorable laugh filling the vehicle. His shoulders shook with it as he kept his eyes ahead. A blush coated his cheeks, illuminated by the passing streetlights.

Definitely not a reaction you were expecting.

You just looked at him, a confused look in your eyes and an uneasy smile on your face, any confidence you found in yourself now dwindling. You wouldn't be surprised if your face mirrored that one meme where a character from The Simpsons says "I'm in danger". You let out nervous chuckles that were drowned out by his loud laughter. What is happening right now?

He took a moment to catch his breath, his laugh dying down but a smile remaining on his face. He shook his head. "Are you trying to get rid of me, Y/N?" He asked, looking at you, and it was clear the question made him want to burst out laughing again.

You became wide-eyed. "No? No, that's not what I meant, I-"

"Do you really think I'd let this affect us?" He asked, cutting you off gently.

Oh. Your face relaxed and became heated.

"I would never let one of my favorite people out of my life just because we're not working together anymore," he said. 

You looked down to avoid his intense gaze, feeling somewhat ashamed. It was because of his wording, you feared he was a little offended by the implication you made, even despite his prior bout of laughter. You almost totally ignored when he said you were one of his favorite people. At any other moment, your heart would have done a little ‘!’ at that statement, but right now, you were tense.

He noticed, because of course he did, and mumbled “Hang on,” as he pulled into the underground parking lot of your building. He quickly drove into a spot and stopped the car, then turned to face you, as much as he could in a vehicle.

He brought his other hand up to grasp your chin and tilt your head back up so you were face to face with him. 

"What brought this on?" Joe asked as he stroked your chin lightly a couple of times.

You shrugged a shoulder, trying not to get side tracked by the soft, gentle movement against your skin. "I've just been thinking all day," you said. "Things are gonna be so different now. We won't see each other everyday, won't be in the same apartment building, you'll probably be off working on another project. I love that for you, but at the same, it sucks. You’re the one who helped me through my anxiety everyday, until everything was okay eventually, and now you’re one of my closest friends. The thought of losing that has just been eating at me lately,"

It wasn't that you weren't close with the other cast members-they'd become some of your closest friends. Just yesterday you'd had one of those wine mom-esque brunches with Maya and Natalia, and Millie and Sadie always came to you for big sister advice. The boys on set were something like annoying, yet loveable little brothers you loved to mess with just as much.

But your relationship with Joseph just had something special about it. You were naturally a very lowkey and shy person, and that often culminated in being nervous around new people and during new experiences, which was only made worse by you having anxiety. Stranger Things was your first acting role after you finally decided to listen to your gut, swallow your worries, and pursue your dream of being in Hollywood.  Excited as you were for the role, being the new girl amongst a cast of people who had known each other for years was almost enough to make you back out. You didn’t expect some type of Mean Girls situation, of course, but you did expect to be just awkward and jumpy enough to make you feel like you were being a bother or alienated, which you probably wouldn’t have been. But, good ol’ anxiety had a way of making you panic about things before they even happened-if they happened at all.

And that brought you to what you had with Joe. With how strong and borderline intimate it-a perfectly platonic friendship- was, you'd feel it's absence when filming for season 5 began. You couldn't help the sad feeling that gave you. Joe was also the newest cast member who had a pretty substantial role as Eddie Munson, the ‘villain’ of the season, and your character Stacey’s boyfriend. Having to play a couple meant you guys already spent a lot of time together on set, but offset is where you really felt your closeness thrive. Joe made you feel calm, almost making you forget about how nervous you had initially been at the start of production. You loved having people like him in your life, people who made everything seem okay, even if for one moment, and every moment with Joe felt like that.

And when you eventually settled in well with the cast, but still found anxiety creeping up on you for various other reasons, he was always there with open arms whenever you both needed a hug. Or to lend a palm to place yours in or to draw absentmindedly on when you felt anxious. He would also tell you distracting stories, like failed auditions or awkward stories from his days as a theater kid. All these things aided in you being free around him, no sweaty palms or lurching stomachs in sight.

At some point, you realized it became about so much more than him helping with your anxiety. You just enjoyed each other’s company regardless of whether he was helping you stay calm or you were just hanging out together because you could. Always together, to the point where, if you walked into a room alone, people wondered where Joe was, and vice versa. You became those best friends that made others feel like third wheels (unintentionally, of course, and you felt bad whenever that happened). It was such a tender and close bond you two had, unlike any you ever felt before.

And it was because of that relationship you had grown so accustomed to, that you felt the anxiety begin to show its ass again. That it would all disappear, little by little, after Eddie died and Joe possibly wouldn’t return. The hustle and bustle of Hollywood was impossible to ignore, and you had no doubt he would get swept up into it-he was too damn talented not to. 

But the change would be so palpable, considering he was the one who made you so comfortable to begin with. Would you go back to feeling like the meek new girl on the block? Even if you had your other cast members, something would still feel like it was missing. You hadn’t been candid with them the way you’d been with Joe, because you were so selective in who you opened up to. And you were beginning to regret doing that, feeling like it hindered your security with everyone else, making you think you weren’t as close as you could be. Maybe then, things would be okay. 

You just had to latch on to Joe. Stupid, stupid, stu-

“I get you,” Joe said, pulling you from your thoughts.  “I do, because it's been the same for me,” he dropped his hand from your chin and leaned it against the door handle.

You raised your brows. “Really?”

“Yep. C’mon, I was joining the cast of one of the biggest shows in the world. You heard me before we filmed the scene, I was so scared I would ruin the show,” he said. “Joining a show 4 seasons in felt like switching schools in the middle of the term, for lack of a better analogy. Everyone knew everyone, had their unbreakable bonds, well established in the industry simply because of the cast they were a part of. It was intimidating,”

Listening to Joe made you feel so seen and heard, every thought he just voiced was one you had in the beginning. Realistically speaking, anyone would have their own insecurities about joining a show, four seasons in, like he said. But clearly, he was damn good at hiding them.

“But what made it slightly less intimidating, was learning that I wouldn’t be alone. Learning that an outrageously talented and charismatic, not to mention beautiful, actress would be playing my girlfriend, and meeting her at that first ever table read, was enough to make every worry I had feel so irrational,” Joe turned to face you again, pressing his fingers into the back of your hand to punctuate his statement. 

The smile that began to spread across your face was unstoppable, and you couldn’t even try to hide it. Your face became heated, not from embarrassment, but from holy shit what did you do to deserve this man?

He chuckled at the probably comical grin on your face as you remained speechless. “The last two years have been so fucking incredible to me because of you, Y/N. You made this experience," he said. “And that’s a type of influence I never, ever, want to lose,”

He was still squeezing your hand, not to the point of white knuckles, but where it made his words sink in even more than any words should.

His sincerity coated your heart, nerves, and entire body like a salve. You felt like you could explode from the amount of feelings you were experiencing right now. You loved how the smile on your face felt, because of what brought it. You never wanted to relax your face, and you never wanted Joe to stop talking.

“So with that being said,” he declared, then placed a look that very much read like the word ‘duh’ on his face, “Give me one good reason why I would ever let you go?”

It was your turn to laugh, as your already upturned lips opened to release a series of giggles. Maybe it was his tone, maybe his face, maybe you felt foolish and just couldn’t help but laugh about it.

Or maybe, you were just happy because every last fear you had about the relationship you built with Joe fizzling out just because you weren’t working together anymore (allegedly), had disappeared. He made them all vanish with his words, building back up that certainty in you, in him. 

You had been so focused on your own side of the bond you two shared, you never even stopped to consider if he would ever allow it to die out, because it meant just as much to him, as it did to you. Every embrace, every inside joke, every movie night, every moment, held the same weight in both of you.

He was never letting you go, and you sure as hell weren’t going to let him go.

You also seriously envied him for his ability to get to the damn point, but that was another conversation.

“Okay, okay, maybe I was a clown for believing anything would change,” you admitted sheepishly.

“A huge clown, actually,” Joe corrected, leaning in closer with a look of faux seriousness on his face, taunting you.

You gasped and whacked him on the shoulder with your free hand, leading to the both of you exploding with laughter. The sound bounced off of the walls of the car, ringing in your ears to create a noise you never wanted to hear the end of. Your happiness mixed together as the previous angsty atmosphere of the car completely went away, and the weight on your shoulders lifted in its entirety.

After sharing that laugh for what felt like forever, it died down into sparse chuckles, but the energy was still there, even when you both became silent and simply stared into each other’s eyes. 

You realized it turned into one of your ‘they’re doing it again’ moments. Moments where you’d fall into a comfortable silence, not needing any words as you simply read each other’s eyes. You and Joe had those a lot, and the cast loved to call you out on it. But with the view in his eyes, you never brought yourself to care.

“C’mere, you,” he muttered, ending the silence and releasing your hand to pull you into him gently by your shoulder. He wrapped you in his embrace, one arm around your shoulder, the other pressing your face into his warm chest. You dug your fingers into his plaid shirt covered back, the thrum of his heart in your ear feeling like a sweet song. 

Never before had such a fast paced sound been so soothing. 

“I just never want this to end, Joe,” you said, words muffled by his chest, but still loud and clear to him, as he tightened his hold on you.

‘It never will, babes, I promise you,” he vowed, and you knew he wasn’t lying.

Your embrace was longer than the laughter, longer than the silence.  You could stay there until the sun came up, and even longer. His arms were becoming one of your favorite places on earth to be, a location you knew like the back of your hand. 

And you would always have it, because he wasn’t going anywhere. The man of your (platonic) dreams was here to stay, and whatever you were to him, you were gonna be there for him, no matter what, as well. Nothing would take you away from each other. Not the death of a character, not a rapidly changing career, nothing.

Your hold on each other was still intact when he spoke again, after pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Movie night?’ he asked, lips against your hairline.

“Movie night,” you replied.

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Hope you enjoyed <3 ya girl is gonna get some sleep now lmao

[eluxcastar]

Can you please Do Urd geales x reader.Forced Marriage. Thank you💕

Forced marriage

FEATURES: urd geales

CW: forced marriage (obviously), minor mostly implied yandere vibes, urd is loving this you are not, he also has kinda masochist vibes???, urd is written to be somewhat controlling, more like just controlling

WC: 900

NOTES: y'all are feeding my dark content thoughts and ily for that but side note this lowkey got me thinking of urd being the one forced into this marriage but I'm at least half sure you were probably talking about reader being forced into it and so I oblige.

this actually somewhat reminded me of motimatcha's yandere hcs for urd so there's probably some subconscious inspiration from that

but I would be SO upset if you asked for the reverse I just WOULDN'T know how to LIVE it would be HORRIBLE /s (save me)

you don't think you will ever get used to this idea, knowing that, in a post-apocalyptic world, you would be forced to marry the one who waltzed in to clean up the mess and declared himself to be the new 'King'.

yes, you suppose there are worse places to be alive, at least you hope something like that, that perhaps this person is one of the 'better' choices, even knowing you never had a choice to begin with. It used to keep you up at night having to live in a state being constantly protected from yourself, knowing you're far too daring to just let him have his way. As such, he would never be allowing you to have yours either, though the phrasing is always far more flowery, spoken in a tone like your scolding Father when he thinks you're being immature.

he's doing it for your safety, he wonders if someone could hurt you, he thinks you need some kind of supervision, before you were too young to be out alone. It angered you before and never stopped angering you. Somebody is always watching.

you don't even quite remember how you got into this predicament, being too young to understand what was happening beyond the world ending and trying not to starve, dehydrate or die all while being afraid the monsters outside the city would attack you--arguably simpler times. You wish you never came to understand, remaining an innocent child without a clue as to why you were suddenly so protected, why people started drifting away from you, why you were plucked from your life on occasion to go and spend time around a man you barely knew.

he never did bother to explain either, you just managed to overhear. The world felt so much darker that day, even in the warm Spring sunshine with the flowers all in bloom around you. The world has always been duller since you realised you're to be used as a sacrifice for his satisfaction and whatever else he wants from you as a part of your 'agreement' to marry him, whether you had no say at all or the say came from the lips of a clueless child, you probably wouldn't know.

you will spend your days bitter and spiteful toward this man, acting to make his life a living hell, wear a sour face in public and put him through a half hour long argument about why you can't just do as he asks of you for once, bicker and deny him any public sign of affection until you force him to grip your arm so hard again you feel small as you always used to in his presence.

the bruises it causes don't leave for days, but that's only a benefit to you as you can show them off all you like outside and just let people interpret the appearance of fingers so clearly marked into your skin.

but you can't do those things yet, because as of now you quietly make life for him awful in other ways with your incessant fussiness and minor complaints that you constantly try to blow out of proportion just to get a rise out of him. Truly, he doesn't much care for what you want, always so self-centred, but he's already put so much effort into this endeavour of grooming you to be the perfect little lover who follows his every command, and though that has failed, letting you out would provide you with too much satisfaction for his liking.

you have grown to be someone he doesn't think he can stand, let alone desire in any way. He just can't let you go, and even in your many bouts of rage has he found himself finally breaking all of that down to get the obedient person he wants from you who can behave, but even when you go as far as to spit on his waistcoat in your next act of defiance he finds a sick pleasure in seeing you rebel each and every time, knowing he's going to win in the end anyway.

watching you is like a toddler throwing a tantrum each and every time without fail, but he can't recall a time he was mad so much as caught off guard. Humans are funny in the way they try to deny the things they don't like, and he will have you even if he has to drag you down the aisle himself, just to see the look on your face as every attempt to free yourself is met with the same wall it always has been.

he never did understand why you continued, but seeing your sweet face contorted to anger as being at the alter finally cements everything and you realise your own helplessness on the verge of tears is a drug. He knows you're not supposed to glare at the person you're marrying on your wedding day, but he revels in the sight of you being broken by just a kiss as you finally start bawling your eyes out without any control over your emotions. You can do nothing as he finger wipes collects the tears from your cheeks that soak into his gloves never to be seen again, almost as if erased if not for you spilling more in their absence aided by how condescending the smile on his face seems as he lowers his voice to 'comfort' you.

"Don't cry love, this is a happy day."

[frischkasekuchen]

Yandere! Professor! Vanya x Reader

Credits:

thriftlita - Vanya

Content Warnings:

Teacher/Student Relationship

Drugging

Kidnapping

References to animal death/animals get harmed

Blood and General Violence

Slight body horror

Stalking

Swearing

(Author's note: Romance is not my forte, so please forgive me if a good chunk of the plot is unsatisfactory (Vanya is a tad bit OOC in this fic). Reader-chan is 18+, but Teacher/Student relationships are illegal. If you have any concerns or questions about the content, please feel free to send me an ask. With that said... (bangs pots and pans) HEY SHRINE MAIDENS! @pearlsongfromstuff, @shu-dzhoker- COME GET Y'ALL FOOD! Happy Valentine's Day to all!)

First Week of Uni. Sept. 20XX

You wandered around the school, hauling around a KFC family meal. Of course, you wouldn’t have ordered such a large meal of your own volition, but you were already out the door after you noticed your bag was heavier than usual. Now, you were just looking for a quiet place to eat, since you hadn’t made any friends to hang out with (It was a hard-knock life being a social science major, wasn’t it?). 

Scoping out the lecture halls, you could hear students murmuring and professors, of course, lecturing. Walking down the hall, you pressed your ear to the last door labeled “ENGINEERING”. …No sound. You give the door a small knock.

A voice comes from the door. “Come in.”

You pull the door ajar and poke your head through, surveying the room. 

You step through the door and shut it behind you. The lecture hall is…clean to your pleasant surprise. You honestly thought that the room would stink of oil and be cluttered with scrap metal. Before you stood before the professor, who appeared to be critiquing students’ blueprints. A brunette with a shock of white streaking through his hair. Reading glasses slipping down his large, crooked nose. Focused, cornflower eyes, a black turtleneck that hugs his muscles just right-

No (Y/N)! You are not thirsting for a man just met! This is NOT one of those shitty romance novels you read! Just. Act. Normal!

“Um, good afternoon Professor…?”

“Bazarov.” he added, “Can I help you?”

Oh God, that rumble, that thick accent AWOOGA-

“Oh, um, I just wanted to be somewhere quiet. Cafeteria’s kinda loud. I could leave if I’m intruding.”

He waves off your concern with a smile. “No, you can stay. Just clean up after yourself, all right?”

“Oh- uh- okay!”  You sit behind one of the desks, looking through the paper bag. You found a spoon, along with a container of mashed potato and gravy. “Excuse me, sir.” you pipe up, holding out the items, “Have you eaten lunch yet?”

“Ah,” he looks at the clock above him, “Haven’t actually.”

“I can’t eat this whole thing by myself so…Do you eat mashed potato?”

For a second, you see a pink tint on his cheeks, flabbergasted. He walks over to your desk and you move over so he can sit beside you.“Thank you, I’ll have to repay you later.” 

Your face warms, “Your welcome. You don’t have to do anything for me though, I’m just happy you won’t starve till classes are out.”

You both spend the next ten minutes eating and making small talk. He asks about your parents, your major, your hobbies(he seems to be into some of them too), …if you’re taken at the moment. You flushed at the question and confessed that you were a single pringle for the time being

As you clean up after yourselves, your mom calls you, letting you know she’s in the parking lot. As you bid him goodbye, he asks “Before you go, what is your name?”

You mentally facepalm; you ate lunch with this guy and you never introduced yourself?

“(Y/N)! (Y/N) (L/N)!” you say before rushing out the door, heaving your bag over your shoulder. “Have a good day!”

“You too, dear!”

When you get into your mother’s car, the “dear” finally hits you. 

Your face burns up to hell. 

***

Last Week Before Finals, Dec. 20XX

You awaken with a startle after a stranger puts their hand on your shoulder. Your head snaps up to see a familiar face beside you. “O-Oh! Pro. Bazarov?” 

He gives you a trademark, warm smile. “Good evening. I found this near one of your classes.” The professor places a paperback on the desk, the cover features a mask and a whip, along with a title in crimson, graceful calligraphy . “Is this yours-?”

You slap an arm down on it and drag it over to yourself, hunching over it. “IT’S- it’s- it’s my mom’s Christmas present! It’s one of her guilty pleasures. Loves this author- loves them!” you squeak, lightheaded from all of the blood rushing to your face. 

“I’m glad I found it then.” The older man chuckles, and you suspect that he’s seen through your perfectly worded falsehood. To your relief, he changes the subject. “What are you doing at the library so late, hmm? You’re never here after dark.”

“Oh- um…I needed internet.”, you slump in your chair, crossing your ankles. “The whole neighborhood’s power went out this morning, and I really need to finish this essay.”

“When is it due?” he asks as he bends over to look at your assignment.

“Tonight; midnight, actually.”

“What will you do after the library closes?”

You roll your eyes as you sit back up. “I mean, I have an hour left, right?”

“It’s 7:55; the library closes in five minutes.”

Your eyes snap open, as though you heard footsteps while you were home alone. “No- wait!” your eyes dart to your laptop’s clock.

7:57 pm

FUCK.

“Godammit!” you squeak, shutting down your laptop and sloppily shoving your charger and books into your bag. “Shit, shit, shit!”

You feel tears prick your eyes as your brain begins to catastrophize in overdrive.

You’re on scholarship. This is the week before finals. You can’t risk a failing grade. You can’t afford university. Your grades are going to drop. You won’t be able to study. Your parents will kick you out. You’ll have to work minimum wage. You’ll be homeless. You’ll die. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this. You weren’t ready for this-

A calloused hand wipes a tear from your face. Oh shit, did you start crying? “Hush, no tears little bird.” 

“I’m sorry.” you sob, “I just- just-!” You take a deep breath and scrape the tears off your face, but your mouth is still wrenched into a frown. 

“No worries. You could stay over at my house and finish the assignment there, if you don’t mind.”

Your muscles stop straining a frown on your face at those words. “Really? Do I…need to pay you back or something?”

“No,no. I need to pay you back. Besides, you’re already having a hard time.” without a cue, he picks up your bag and heads towards the ground floor. 

“Oh, thanks! W-wait up!” you forget to push your chair in as you chase him down the stairs.

***

Pro. Bazarov is a speedemon, you learn after he passes two or four (maybe five???) red lights. Shockingly enough, not a single officer pulled you over. Either the professor was too fast to be identified or the local force was just used to him. When the road turns into a path in the woods, he slows down, to the relief of your turning stomach. 

In a clearing, Pro. Bazarov pulls up to a cabin with a chicken coop and a …cow pen? 

“You have animals?” you ask, awe in your voice.

“Is cheaper in the long run. If I want milk, cheese or eggs; it’s here.” he answers with a shrug, taking the key out of the ignition. 

“You make cheese?”

“Eh, easier said than done. But it’s better than the plastic they sell at the supermarket.”

Oh my God, is he talking about sandwich cheddar?

As you slide out of your seat and onto the snow sprinkled soil, you hear something thumping. Panting.

All of a sudden, your legs are attacked by a furry mass of fury. You squeal in terror as you squirm back into the car with canines snapping at your ankles. 

The professor comes over to your side and yells, “Medukva, ostanovka! They’re a guest.”

The bear (dog???) stops haranguing you, stepping back but still staring at you. Gingerly, you step back out, keeping your eyes on the bear(?). The animal approaches you, sniffing and brushing around your legs. “My apologies, she’s territorial.” 

“Heyyyy there.” you speak warily, “Do you think I can pet her?”

“You can, I’m sure she won’t bite.”

You put a hand on Medy’s head and stroke it. A pleasant rumble comes from her and she leans into your hand. “Aww, she’s adorable when she’s not trying to kill me.”

The professor takes your hand and waves off Medy, “Come along now, you still have an essay to finish, don’t you?”

“Oh- yes!” you follow him inside the house obediently.

***

Your essay is finished and submitted, you pump two hands. “DONE!” 

The professor walks in, in nothing but sweatpants and a black tank top (ohhh Goddd you can see his muscles), and reeks of yeast and flour. “Good job.”

“I was really overthinking the word count. I went over it, actually.” you run a hand through your hair habitually. 

“I’m going to say this, since you probably do not hear this enough.” He walks over and embraces you. You squawk as you feel a hand stroke your back . “I’m proud of you.” he murmurs in a tone so intimate. 

He pulls away from you, ignoring your embarrassed state. “Would you like some bread? It’s fresh out of the oven.”

He’s a malewife.

“Yes please!” you leave your laptop to charge in his study. 

Going down the hall to the kitchen, you see framed photos of a much younger professor, accompanied by a young boy or two. The photo above the kitchen’s doorway presents the professor smiling at the camera and a tiny, green-eyed version of him pouting.

“Professor? Who’re the kids in the photos?” you ask impolitely. Damn, that was too forward.

“Oh, those are my sons.”

“Sons?” you walk over to a rectangular table with four chairs. You take a seat at the right and slouch a little. “I was under the impression you lived alone.”

He places a plate of butter in the middle of the table. “I do live alone.”

Oh. “I see, sorry I asked, professor.” 

“No need for apologies.” he says as he places a plate of bread in front of you. “And you don’t have to refer to me so formally. Just call me Vanya.”

“Yes sir, I mean- Vanya.”

***

Vanya leads you down a corridor and pulls out a set of keys. Plucking one off of the ring, he unlocks the middle door. “You’ll be sleeping here, all right?” He hands the key to you and pushes the door open. The room is simple; there’s a small bed in the corner with a night stand beside it, and a mirror on the other end of the room. “Is this room suitable? If not, I wouldn’t mind sharing my bed with you.”

You shake your head furiously, “N-no! The room’s fine; I’m good. Goodnight!” Before you can make your retreat, he catches you by the shoulder. “Vanya?” His hand crawls up your neck and cups your cheek, a thumb stroking it. A shiver runs up your spine. “W-What’s up?”

Vanya leans in, your noses nearly touching. “You always get so red around me. Dear me, you’re as red as a rose. It’s adorable.”  His thumb brushes your lips. 

Vanya kisses you on your forehead. You think you would have died if he kissed you on the mouth.

“Sweet dreams, little bird. Bathroom’s the last door on the end, okay?”

You give him a nod, and he leaves you standing dumbfounded in the doorway.

***

When you wake up, the sun’s not out but the sky’s gotten brighter. You instinctively feel around for your phone, and when you find nothing, you remember that you left it in Vanya’s study. You got up out of bed, and left your bedroom, going left of the kitchen, back to the study.

You open the door to see that your devices are missing. Just great.

You go over to the dining hall to find the ring of keys and a note on the table. You pick it up and read it. 

Good morning, (Y/N). If you are reading this, I am outside checking my traps, or tending to the animals.

Oh my, a huntsman too?

There is kasha and coffee on the stove. Help yourself to some coffee and porridge, if you’d like.

Vanya

P.S: Sugar and cream are in the left cupboard and I’d recommend having some candied fruit with the kasha; those are in the cabinet just before the cream and sugar.

You peered over at the stove to see a steaming kettle and pot. Is he spoiling you, or courting you? Does he think you’re starving just because you’re a college student (let’s be honest, you’ve been living on fast food and frozen dinners for a month)? You look at the clock and see that it’s 6:30.

Weird, your phone should’ve gone off by now-

BEEP. BEEP.  BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

There’s the loud and obnoxious bitch. 

You hear it coming from below you. You follow the sound through the floorboards, and it leads you to a cellar door. It’s locked of course, but you have the keys. You Naruto run to and from the kitchen, swiping the keys. After the first five keys, the sixth key works. You open a door to darkness. You feel the walls for a light switch, you find one and flick it on. A small hanging lightbulb illuminates the room. 

You regret turning on the light. You regret going down the stairs.

You walk up to a desk with your noisy phone, laptop, and student file. You pick up the folder, look it over.

Your address is underlined.

Taking your phone and shutting off that stupid alarm, you open one of the desk’s drawers. Inside it lay photos of you and a digital camera. You pick one of the photos and you recognize the area, the time of day by the sun’s flare.

These photos were taken at your orientation.

At the back of the drawer, the reality of your situation sets in. Wire cutters.

OH FUCK.

He took your devices so you couldn’t contact the outside.

You place all of the items on the desk. You turn on your phone to see notifications of your mom’s panicked texts. You simply reply with

Me: Call the cops.

You open your camera app and start taking live video. You back up with your phone outstretched, so future viewers can see the evidence and the room. You back up to the door; the final shot looks like you’re showing off a Minecraft build.

You’re yanked through the doorway and your phone slips from your hand and falls into the cellar. The house keys are torn off your wrist. The door slams shut, locks, and Vanya keeps a palm on it for good measure. He stinks of soil and blood.

You both meet eyes, but not in the sexy, dominating manner you’ve seen in bodice rippers. While his stature looms over you, you can see panic in his shrunken pupils. You can’t fight Pro. Bazarov, a man who has built muscle from years of constant labor. So, you do the next best thing-

You run to the kitchen.

You practically bodyslam into the backdoor, the knob digging into the fat of your side. You push yourself off the door to grab the knob and twist and twist and twist- it’s locked.

Pro. Bazarov comes thundering in behind you, and you quickly dive under the table. As you get to your knees, the professor does the same and pins you on the oven. You’re both pressed flush against one another, and the only free parts of your body are your arms, which you flail about defiantly. He catches you by your left arm and pins it down, “Calm down! Just let me explain!”

“Explain what?!” you screech as you try to buck him off with your hips, it’s an exercise in futility though. You search the stove for something, anything to grab. You find a handle, and bring it down on Pro. Bazarov’s head. In a second the man is covered in hot porridge and wacked over the head with a hot pot. He throws himself back, going down and taking the table with him.

“AGGGHHHH!”

He drops the keys.

You snatch the keys and bolt for the back door once more. Luckily, the first key works and you bolt out into the winter morning. Who gives a shit about a sweater or shoes? You’re escaping a criminal dammit. 

Unfortunately, Medy comes bolting after you, teeth bared. You take a look at your surroundings, and spot a bear trap in the snow. You go around it, but Medy ignores that. You don’t look behind you as you hear her howl in pain. “Sorry.” you whisper.

Now you’re tearing through the trees, bolting across frozen streams and looking for an end to the trees.

Poignantly, you never really escape. 

As you pass two birch trees, grown as though they were a gate to the fae, the ground gives out beneath you.

“NO!”

You fall into a pit. A sickening crunch could be heard as your leg broke. You scream and sobbed like you’ve never before. You curl up into a fetal position and leave your broken leg laying free as though it does not belong to you. Before you is a dark hall that mocks you.

***

You wake up to a warm hand on your face. 

You open your eyes to see-

A bandaged Pro. Bazarov caressing your face.

“No. Nonononononononononononononononono.” you go on and on, knowing that you cannot run this time.

“Look what you’ve gone and done.” his voice is a scolding whisper, he strokes the thigh of your broken leg. “You’ve gone and hurt yourself. This is why you should’ve stayed.”

You look past him to see another person standing behind him, you cannot make them out with your vision, blurry from crying. The professor looks to the stranger, “Would you mind holding them down? I cannot do two jobs at once.” They nod at him.

The stranger walks behind you and sits you in their lap. Using one hand, they grab you by the wrists and press your hands into your lap. Their other hand grips you by the chin, revealing your neck. 

You gasp as a needle is pressed into your neck. 

You don’t fight back, what’s the point?

“Good,” the professor coos. “You’re being so good for me right now.”

When he removes the syringe, the stranger drops you on your back. 

“Zaichik, don’t be so rough with them.” 

“Whatever.” the stranger says with a vocal eyeroll. “Hope they’re worth it, old man.”

The last thing you see is a black cloth being thrown over you.

[alottamoney]

https://www.tumblr.com/alottamoney/735512456112242688/the-way-tkkrs-put-all-their-hopes-in-jungkook?

Why can't you jkkrs keep your gigantic noses out of other people's business? Stay in your corner and enjoy your feast, Bh has plenty of content to make sure you won't starve in the next 18 months. The tattoos are absolutely on the people who got them knowing full well they're limiting their choices. Why should Tae or RM forego an easier option or a higher rank to babysit 2 grownass men who made a decision all on their own? JK biased fans sure have the audacity to make demands of other members when the man can't even be arsed to make a simple sm post congratulating his groupmate of 10+ years. If JM wants to play house in the military with someone who is usurping his dream collabs then all the best to him but don't bring Tae into this like your breed doesn't call him every name in the book if he so much as looks in JK's direction.

I'm probably talking into a void atp. Y'all enjoy these nine days. Who knows when y'all will get to bicker like this again.

[mego42]

7, 14, 19, 26

7. What’s your favourite quote from a fic?

this is difficult as my memory is shite and I am not the change I want to see in the world and do not leave myself notes in my bookmarks but okay off the top of my head:

@sothischickshe​‘s “howdy” from (a) time to kill is absolutely iconic.

this bit from @hypermania​‘s feel it on the way home makes me wanna punch myself in the face, I really love the like, reluctant desperation for each other it captures):

“Goodbye, Elizabeth.”

The words come easier than he expected, even if he can’t say them until he’s already turned away, on his way out. He’s walked through the back gate more times than he can count, enough that it feels like some sort of path should’ve formed, that his footsteps should be carved into the ground by now. But the grass is just as green, just as alive as ever, and every step he takes feels like more work than the last. It takes a lifetime just to reach the gate.

“No.” It’s incredulous. Petulant. Entitled in that way she’s been from day one.

It’s breathtaking.

obsessed with this bit from @pynkhues​‘ porn star AU (which I am, for the record, aware has a title but I live for shorthand), I love how it captures the spark of beth and rio’s initial connection from canon and translates it to the AU (also find it honestly bizarre levels of endearing that Rio calls Gretchen Gretch but that’s a separate thing):

“Yeah,” he growls against her now bare neck. “You do. Knew it the moment you got all mad and shit at me and Gretch in your audition. You don’t like bein’ ignored. You like bein’ seen.”

She clenches again, eyes falling shut, her thighs wobble, breath catches in her throat, and Rio laughs roughly against her throat.

“Yeah, you like it. I see you. We get in there, everyone’s gonna see you.”

I also think a lot about your bit in ch 1 of collect where Rio’s trying to get away from the thought of Beth and his list of anti-Beth criteria, it feels so right and is also hilarious bc like, buddy, come on now, give it up. if you’re making lists like this you’re done.

No women between 5’7 and 5’10, ‘cause Elizabeth’s height fluctuates dependin’ on her shoes.

No women with doe eyes, doesn’t matter the color, ‘cause she’s all he sees when he looks into ‘em.

They can’t drink bourbon or tequila shots, and shit, it’s not even the things she likes, but the things she doesn’t, too—which means no women nursin’ a chard or a rosé, either.

If they’re got a flower printed or embroidered or embossed anywhere on their person, they’re out.

He’s left women in parkin’ lots for drivin’ vans, and said goodnight ‘cause they carry a large brown purse.

14. What’s the longest fic you’ve read?

i have absolutely no idea, i’ve read some long ones, easily over 100k, probs over 200k? i’d be surprised if over 300k.

19. What fandoms do you enjoy reading fics from?

we’ve talked about this a little but i’m actually super selective about what fandom’s i’ll read fic for! i generally cannot read fic for book fandoms bc the difference in writing style often breaks my brain a little (ex: I cannot read trc fic, the prose style of the series is too distinctive and too wrapped up in what I love about it), though i’ve dabbled in a couple.

usually if i’m driven to read fic, it’s bc i’m not getting idk, enough? i guess? from canon. or i’m just so bonkers over it I have to seek out more. most often it’s driven by ship stuff, though I really love gen in addition to whatever ship content sent me to ao3. 

26. What’s the most obscure pairing you’ve ever read?

answered here but in terms of like, not crackfic, the smallest fandom i ever read for has 133 total fics on ao3, 83 for the main ship so that’s pppppp small 

fanfic reader asks that I may or may not answer as intended

[willowwhispersspeakeasy]

Oml I just found ur blog and it's SO GOOD everything is *chef's kiss*

can I pls request headcanons for that secret dating trope (where they like, have to keep the relationship a secret for some reason)

For Jade, Floyd, Idia and Riddle if that's okay

sooooo I'm a Whore for this trope and so im adding Rook bc im also a Whore for that lil blonde freak. Rooks was also written first and turned out as more of a scenario so whoops.

twst! dating in secret trope

characters: Idia Shroud, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Riddle Rosehearts, Rook Hunt

warnings: gender neutral mc, suggestive content, gaslighting mention

Idia

hiding your relationship with Idia is both remarkably easy and strangely difficult. he is rarely seen in social gatherings so you needn't worry about avoiding physical affection.

however, Idia's first instinct when overwhelmed or nervous is to hide, usually crawling into a corner or someone he deems as "safe". he used to hide behind Ortho or be seen just over the shoulder of Octavinelle's dorm leader.

now however, he wanted to run and hide behind you. you were warm and safe and you smelled nice and it calmed the man's racing nerves. but, that could have some serious consequences.

to spite going to the same school you and your boyfriend mostly communicated through online games, chatrooms, or FaceTime calls occasionally.

it was nice in some ways, because you could be as affectionate with him as you wanted. since it was all done on private chats anyway and no one knew who you were messaging if they glanced over your shoulder.

but it still left you with an aching sense of... loneliness. sometimes you would sneak into his dorm, claiming Ortho had asked you for help. the boy was happy to see you, and even happier to see his brother light up at your appearance.

you'd spend the night there, curled up in Idia's jacket. it was loose on your frame and smelled like him. while he'd never admit it the boy is horribly touch starved, rarely getting hugged by anyone besides Ortho.

you'd fall asleep, after staying up talking into the wee hours of the morning. Idia's head on your chest as his limbs curled around you like a koala. his hair tickles your cheeks, but you just rub his back before drifting off yourself.

Jade

Jade can lie through his teeth and never lose his smile. he is an absolute master manipulator so rest easy knowing this secret he will never be in danger of exposing.

having said that, there is absolutely no way either of you will be able to hide this from Floyd and Azul long term. Jade can gaslight them for a few months but the pair know him to well and are far to intelligent.

Azul will play nice. while he'd love to use this for blackmail Jade is to dangerous of a man to do so. besides, his silence is easily bought.

Floyd however, is more likely to be mistaken as your boyfriend then Jade. seeing as he quickly excepts you as a member of his family. you are his brothers partner, which means y'all are siblings in law in his mind. so you can expect plenty of teasing from the merman. but Jade is greatly reassured to see Floyd except you so whole heartedly.

its often late into the evening when you find Jade cleaning up the kitchen in Mostro Lounge. Floyd probably dragged you across campus to meet him, quickly dumping you in the doorway before vanishing somewhere to make trouble for Azul.

Jade turns to greet you, wiping his hands on a towel. you can't help but drag your eyes over his exposed forearms, the bluegreen veins taught for you to see.

the merman chuckles at your distraction, walking over and tilting your head up for a kiss. he isn't used to being looked at and admired, but he does so enjoy teasing you.

if you want you should join his club. as the only two members the pair of you can get away with much more there then you would otherwise. plus, no one cares about his 'weird mushroom obsession' so no one will wander in to disturb you. whatever it is you may get up to~

Floyd

good luck with that. trying to hide his relationship with you is hell for this merman. the pair of you could only get away with it for about a month before Floyd cracks.

if its absolutely necessary that you hide your relationship, you'd need outside help. Azul is more then pleased to offer his services, and I would recommend thinking over his offer carefully before excepting or denying it.

Jade is neither a better nor worse option. he doesn't come with the same carefully worded clauses that Azul does, but it also doesn't offer you the safety of having everything written on paper. Jade also wants what's best for Floyd, not for you. so, keep that in mind.

Floyd's love language is physical touch so its incredibly hard for him to keep his distance from you. Floyd wants to pull you into his lap or rest his arm around your shoulder at all times, and it can sour his mood when he remembers he can't.

he also wants to monopolize your time, so you'll be seeing him hanging not far from your side quite often. you might be able to convince others hes more of a body guard then your boyfriend but its still gunna look a little, fishy, for most.

its also going to be a dead giveaway that you are one of the only people who can get Floyd to pay attention. even if you acted this way when you were only friends, most people will read his behavior as romantic regardless.

Floyd is also very needy as a lover so good luck keeping up with him and hiding your relationship. the pair of you probably take up nightly swims, just so he can get his share of cuddles and no one is around to bother you.

Riddle

Riddle is good at maintaining his discretion. only your most trusted friends would know of your relationship with the red head being more than platonic. altho, he can embarrass himself and turn red as a lobster.

your relationship with Riddle reads to outsiders much more as a mutual academically minded friendship. often seen as study partners, Riddle is gentle but firm with you, just as he is will his housemates.

the pair of you will need clearly marked boundaries over this. not only as a normal couple but in order to provide secrecy and trust with each other. places you can be seen alone together and places you cannot. studying in the library? safe. eating just the two of you in the cafeteria? not safe.

most of the teachers would even be oblivious to your relationship with Riddle. none of the other housewardens are aware. you can even hide it from ADeuce without to much trouble.

of course, the price for your flawless secrecy is... you dont actually get to be a 'couple' very often if at all. you and Riddle have been clear and honest with each other about your feelings, yet he keeps you at arms length for your protection.

its hard and its lonely, even with your partner just sitting on the other side of a desk. Riddle's emotional intelligence needs work, so be open and honest with him when its getting to be to much for you.

he'll sneak you out into the hedge maze, under the guise of keeping him company while surveying it. the pair of you can hide from prying eyes there, and get an actual chance to be a couple for a change.

Rook

he was torn. Rook had to bite his tongue to real in his affections for you when in public, maintaining the guise of the pair of you just being friends. he did pride himself on his performance, offering you no more affection then gentle pats on your shoulder and the same cheery voice he offered everyone. yet there was a thrill, when he saw you following him out into the woods.

you followed where you had seen Rook sneak off to out into the woods outside of Pomefiore's dorm. when you came to the edge of the tree line, you peered out into the clearing below.

a shout of surprise was stifled in your throat by a gloved hand placed over your mouth. a matching arm wrapped around your waist and you were tugged into the firm chest of your lover.

"mon amour, you have returned to my side once again~" Rook sung, already peppering kisses down your neck.

"Rook... hey- not here..." you whined as he sucked lightly on your skin, far to light to leave a mark but enough to make you crave more. your teeth sunk in your lip as you wished he'd sink his teeth into your flesh and suck pretty flowers of blue and purple.

"no one will see us mon trésor~ my, you're already quaking in my arms! have I neglected you to long?" his voice purrs in teasing, wet sounds of his tongue on your ear causing your breath to hitch. "have I failed to satisfy you as your lover?"

"no- Rook, please..." the warmth of his breath against your ear only served to make you tremble. Rook did well to hide your relationship from prying eyes, but it was so very hard.

you wanted to crawl into his lap as he cleaned and tuned his bow. to sneak kisses hidden from prying eyes behind those wide brim hats of his. to hear him write poetry into your hair without worry of being observed.

"please what songbird? what do you need?" your chin was raised to meet his gaze. narrow eyes of green, rich as the forest around you, held you with desire burning beneath them.

"I... I miss you." the words tumbled from your lips without thought. simple, honest, and earnest in your desire. the blonde man lets out a charming laugh at your words.

"I am right here now, mon amour, your heart needn't long for me any longer." he tilted your chin up once more, this time capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

kissing Rook is like laying in a field of wildflowers on a warm spring evening. he is soft and warm and sweet on your tongue. and the pretty sounds he pulls from your throat vibrate like a cool breeze.

"je t'aime, ma cherie."

[modernstoner]

one night gig | p.parker

nsfw content.

summary: peter is stressed due to school, after his friend, harry osborn suggested that he should have some fun.

including: smut (obvi) fingering, one night stand

pairing: aged up! peter parker x fem!reader

w/c: 1.2k

a/n: hello my fellow whores, you can picture any peter you want. andrew, tom, tobey ♡ anyways quick mention, since winter break started i'll try to be active but there will be times where my posts will delay because even tho i'm on my break, i'm still busy asf. also this one is kinda lazily written and pretty bad in my opinion cuz i wrote at 3am and was very tired, but i wasn't going to let y'all starve. anyways, enjoy my lil whores ♡

with a cold drink in your hand, you stood at the bar, watching your friends as they have to time of their life. you didn't feel like dancing, all you wanted was to drink all your problems away.

but the sour taste of alcohol was too much for your sensitive taste bud. so, you decided to spend the night with coca-cola.

your lips wrapped around the straw as you suck delicately. the number of people packed in one small place made the air hot and heavy, making it almost unbearable.

little did you know, someone had their eyes on you.

"dude, don't be a fucking pussy just go and ask her." harry shouted to peter through the loud music in the club.

peter sighed, debating if he should approach you or not. his roommate, harry osborn noticed how stressed and overworked peter was due to all the schoolwork.

"i don't know, i—"

"look man, i know school is important but sometimes it's alright to go out and have fun. no harm or shame in it." harry tried to convince him.

peter looked at harry and then at you. he had to admit, he did needed a bit of a stress reliever.

you circle your straw in your drink, bored. you felt a tap on your shoulder and you turned, thinking it might be one of your friends. however, the man you came face to face with wasn't anyone you've seen.

"h-hi, do you mind if i sit here?" peter stuttered, not used to talking to girls.

"uh, yeah sure, go ahead." you say, going back to your thoughts.

peter struggled to say anything for few minutes, looking back at harry who gave him a thumbs up. he took a deep breath, "so, you from around here?"

"yeah, you?" you asked him.

"I go to M.I.T so i'm pretty close." he replied as you made a thin line with your lips. "how about you?" he asks.

"boston uni."

you knew what this stranger's intention were, you aren't dumb but have to admit, this dude was pretty smoking hot.

both of you had some normal conversation, leaving some flirty remarks here and there. peter felt comfortable around you and you felt comfortable around him too.

"you want to head outside?" peter asked and you accepted his request.

when his fingers wrapped around with yours, tugging you out of the club, the excitement that had been building up was now pounding in your chest.

you knew what was going to happen, so did peter but neither of you complained or protested.

you two arrived at peter's small messy dorm since it was the closest. after closing his door, he smashed his lips with yours, sending you waves of butterflies.

while making out, both of you tried to take off each other's clothes. you undid his belt.

he grabbed you, making you jump a bit, taking it as a signal, you wrapped your legs around his torso, still kissing.

peter carried you to his bed, laying you on your back as he started to kiss and suck on your neck, his lips were on your neck but his hands goes lower.

his hand moves down your belly button, his fingertips graze the hem of your sweater.

"is it okay?" he asks, breathing heavily against your neck and you nod making peter smirk.

his two fingers gently press down on your clothed clit, and you whimper. you divert your attention to peter's movement. he slowly moves his fingers, but moves them back up. "can i?" he asks for consent.

you eagerly nod and he chuckles. he slides his hand down your pants, and he feels how soaked you are for the first time.

peter begin to rub your clit over the panties but this time you feel a bit more friction due to your sweats being out of the way. he stops abruptly, looking at you one last time.

"are you sure you want this?"

"ugh—just fuck me, peter."

he smiles warmly before leaning in, connecting his lips with yours. you bring your hand up to his face, peter felt your fingertips graze his jawline.

his hand goes back to rubbing you making you moan into the kiss, sending waves of butterflies to peter's stomach. peter took of your pants still kissing you, using his ring finger to push your panties aside and his middle finger glides through your fold.

your mouth hangs open, but your eyes fixated on him when he pushes one finger. you moan, loudly when he adds a second finger.

you latched onto his bicep, throwing your head when he curls his finger. his name and curse words spill out of your mouth.

peter felt your walls tighten, knowing you were close so he fastens his movement. you let out a high pitched moan as he pressed soft kisses your neck.

after you released, peter hovers over you, softly kissing your lips as you wrap your arms around his neck. he felt your hand snaking around his back, signaling him to take off his shirt. leaving him in his boxers.

peter smirk, noticing you were checking him up and down. who knew a dorky dude you met at a bar was jacked?

he looks at you as you look at him. sexual tension dancing in the air, you looked so hot, all naked for him.

he roughly spreads your leg, standing between them, his hand stretched to his bedside, getting a condom. (safe sex kids)

he rips the condom with his teeth, taking off his boxer. your eyes widened at the sight of him.

oh boy, this is going to be a long night.

peter fulls you closer, forcing your thighs to feel his hard cock. you feel his tip at your entrance, he slowly pushes into you. "oh—" you whine before peter fills you up.

both of you moan at the feeling. he waits for you to adjust to his size. "move, please." peter obeyed.

he slowly moving in and out of you, some thrust being rough and harsh. peter groaned, "you're so fucking tight." he moves faster making you moan.

the room fills with skin-slapping, low moans and groans. "mhmf—faster." you plead. peter nods, fastens his movement, hitting your g-spot perfectly.

peter noticed it, smirking as he started to speeds up watching as your eyes roll back at how good it feels. his tip repeatedly gazed at your spot. you feel the buildup in your stomach.

his head falls in the crook of your neck and you dig your nails deeper into his back. both of your moans become louder as you clench around him.

"i'm gonna—cum." you struggles to say between cries of pleasure.

"m-me too, ugh. cum for me, (y/n)." peter groans as he snaps his hips against yours few more time. you and peter release at the same time.

taking few moments to process, heavy breathing. peter slips out of you, throwing the condom in the bin next to the bed before laying next to you.

you're body was weak and tired but you turn to peter, wrapping your arms around his torso. his arms immediately goes around your neck.

harry comes to the dorm late at night, smiling proudly as he sees you cuddling with peter. cleaning few stuff around the dorm, grabbing the thrown clothes on the floor and putting them on peter's chair.

© modernstoner

[apompkwrites]

hello!! i love your reader impact series and i have a request :) maybe you can do venti, xiao, and chongyun's reactions when the reader gets shipped quite often with another character from the game. thank you!

reader impact || ships

series masterlist characters: chongyun, venti, xiao genre: fluff contains: just talking about ships, nothing too much summary: streamers react to (name) ships in genshin.  notes: man sagau/cult au back at it again with a death grip on my brain :// anyway kinda wanna draw the streamers... who do y'all wanna see first??

chongyun -

he's noticed a lot of content involving you and your friend!

he's not too... upset at first?

if anything, he's really, and i mean really, oblivious.

he wholeheartedly believes that everyone is talking about you and your friend in a... well, a friend sense.

it takes a few streams for his chat to finally break through to him.

and when they do, it's not terrible?

i mean, he's not too much into shipping characters but he appreciates it.

mainly because he gets to see more content of you :)

he's honestly just starved for content. please hoyoverse give (name) content.

venti -

he's kinda upset?

but also kinda inspired?

like he wants to make so many songs based solely on the ships he's seen of you.

but also he just doesn't like the idea of making a song based on a ship he doesn't particularly enjoy?

but his inspiration outweighs his dislike.

he'll make a bunch of songs and tales based on headcanons he's seen of you being shipped with someone.

there's a ship of you with an old friend of yours that is the complete opposite of your personality?

he's made a song that centers around opposites attracting and sticking together.

there's another ship of you with a stand-offish character that has a traumatic background that you're already involved in?

he's already made a song that has the singer opening up to one person and one person only.

basically, he's not too entertained by the thought of ships but he appreciates the inspirations he gets from them.

xiao -

xiao, honestly, hates them.

he mainly hates them just because a lot of them just seem... out of character for you?

like he just doesn't think they're believable ships.

there might be, like, one or two that he enjoys, but most of the ones he's seen are too headcanon-y.

if that makes sense at all?

he thinks that people are making a new character that just looks like you.

his chat likes to claim that he's just jealous it's not him.

they offer to make fanart for him and making a new ship, though!

he really appreciates it :))

his chat literally makes a whole new ship where it's him and you, but it's also lore accurate you.

so the ship is just sort of... two people who can't let their guards down?

but they manage to work around it and make it healthy :)

[prelovednikaidou]

corrupt; draken, ken ryuguji [01]

Summary:

In which you met the man of your past, but he didn't come back to remind you of the bitter break-up. Draken had one thing in mind and it was to never let you leave his side ever again. Distance made the heart grow fonder but he'd rather let you spend the rest of your life hating him if it meant you'd never leave his sight.

"I don't wish you well when you ain't with me, I want you crying."

Warning:

mention of suicide, oral receiving (reader),

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Word count: 2.1k

series masterlist

[01: jealousy]

Draken wanted to take you away.

The curves of your spine, flowing down to the slope of your well-rounded bottom flesh, he watched the symmetrical dimple right above your butt - mocking him that those precious intimate spots were no longer his possession to own.

It wasn't only him who shared the same thought; everyone in this crowded room had their eyes glued on you. As if you were holding those guests captive, you felt immense pressure on your feet and thighs, quivered before you wrapped your leg around the shining pole.

Spinning, spinning, spinning.

Those blinding lights showered your sweating figure in all fairness, the sound of Abel's voice had long dimmed down, it meant that your show was done. It was silent in a minute,

lifting your face - your lips curled into a hunting smile and the room soared with cheers, crumpled money tossed across the stage, but your sense of content was suppressed by the overwhelming tension.

A pair of black pupils were starring at you - pinning you to where you stood. He was among the crowd, all in his glory without care but you. You felt something burst inside your chest, unable to tear your focus from him.

This longing for him is toxic.

Flashes of memories where those sober eyes bore into yours when he pumped his fat cock into your tight cunt until his thick cum over spilled, the same eyes that once shone with so much love but turned cold.

"Dollface!"

A shout from backstage startled you from your daze, another coworker came up and escorted you down, assisting you to take off the painful high heels.

"What's with you?" She threw a curious stare your way.

You still couldn't wrap your mind. He was there. Flesh and soul, presented in front of you. It was a brief eye contact but it was enough. Enough to tell you that he was coming back for you.

It had been years since the two of you chose to split up, making your paths without each other's companion.

"I, I've got to go. I forgot that I locked the windows, my cat's probably waiting for me. He's been out for 3 days so he's starving I think. Y'all can continue without me,"

You stood but your knees turned weak at the sudden arrival of him, standing by the door. A few steps taken back, you lost all rationality to stay calm because your heart thumped loudly.

Standing tall on his 6' ft, athletic and young Draken was nowhere to be seen but replaced - with a mature adult man that induced everything he carried into lust.

The robust body looked incredibly fit, lean, and you could see the strong outlines of his defined chest and abdominal muscles from the black shirt. If it was years ago, those leather jackets wouldn't suit him - he'd look like those up-start wannabe gangsters.

But it was different now. It clung to his broad shoulders perfectly, he wasn't as cheap as those local pranksters. The dark jeans also did little job in hiding his long legs. He was indeed a member of a gang; eerie and cruel - but he had never look this good that you want to fuck.

Draken's presence was enough to brush away every man in the room that you belonged to him. Your little admirers couldn't even look at him in the eyes, let alone make up a fight.

They left with a strong sense of defeat; no wonder you never once accept any confessions, turned out you have such a man waiting.

"Why is he here? This area is off-limits. Only staff is allowed. Naoki, guide him out." You forced yourself to mutter those words, uncaring to look at him with your back facing him.

Naoki sighed, this man literally slipped $750 under the table just to meet you. Those incompetent flies who claimed to love you didn't even spare this much effort. She only signaled him to step in before she whispered to you,

"Remember the guy I told you? The one that booked a whole session for your private room? He's that guy. It's just that he arrived a little early than the arranged meeting but it'll be great if you can build a connection with him."

You glared back, "Then send him back. We still have a week before that, right? I'm tired. I can't keep up with this," You pushed off her hand from your shoulder, began to take off your wig. His eyes were still the same; always undressing you naked.

Naoki could only grit her teeth, the money already landed in her pocket. What if he asked it back? She can't let such a great deal slip so she greeted him,

"She's a bit tired from the recent show. How about we push this to tomorrow? She's got free time on her hand to rest too." At least, this would do, right?

"If I have so much time on my hands, I wouldn't have come a week early. So you guess it yourself." His voice has changed too. It was an octave lower, you immediately rubbed your thighs together before you waved a hand.

"Haaa... leave us, Naoki. But I need you to go to my house. I wasn't joking about what I said earlier."

Naoki hurriedly nodded, clutching to her pocket before her eyes warily darted from Draken to you. Is this a couple feud? She noted in her head that she'd help this guy soon in the future - who doesn't want easy money?

"Okay, I will. Sir...? Err.. hope you have a pleasant chat with Dollface. I will excuse myself then ." The hindrance in Draken's eyes finally left the room, the door closed in a thump and the subtle tension thickened.

He didn't say anything, only leaned his body by the door as he watched you wiped off your makeup. This was his morning view back when you were still wet behind ears about pole dancing. You'd come back at the crack of drawn and he'd already been out to his workshop.

"Dollface."

Stubborn like a little cat, your doe eyes didn't look up from your make-up bag and he could see through your act to be so busy. He loved how feisty you've become after years. It eased his heart that you could chase off those little shit.

"It suits you, [Y/N]. Face so pretty like a doll. Make one's heart itch to keep around. But I wonder why the name sounds so familiar."

"State your business. I'm heading home straight after this so don't expect a lap dance or something."

"Then that's the plan. I'll drive you home, eh?"

That damn 'eh'. He picked up your habit too well that the time he spent with you shaped him into copying your habit. It sounded cute but your heart still couldn't forgive him. Let him suffer a little.

"Don't need to. My boyfriend is great at doing his job. So do me a favor and let me rest quickly, how about that?"

Now, you were looking at him through the mirror. It was just too hard for you to muster yourself to face him directly. Draken didn't seem shaken. He stood straightly, you clenched your thighs tighter.

"Have I ever been quick in everything when I'm with you, [Y/N]?" His towering figure gawked over your smaller frame - casting his shadow over you as his sharp facial features caught your attention.

"Can't remember. Maybe? Because I said it just now almost like a reflex." You replied, not backing down but instead, squaring up to him that your ample breasts brushed against his torso.

His cologne didn't smell like the tacky, cheap body spray he used to own. This one smelled so expensive, alienated your memory of his familiar scent.

"Now you're getting older, your memory is getting rusty, dollface. Should I put on a play and see if you can call anything in mind?" You felt your breath became heavier but he didn't let you lose your focus yet.

Your chin was tugged upwards, the shadow of his cap cast upon his face and you remembered now; it was his eyes. Because he wasn't vocal about his feelings, you could understand everything from his eyes.

"You've grown softer, Draken. I almost threw up listening to you talk like this. What, are you changing jobs now? Don't tell me you went from a gangster to a con artist."

No, you were lying to yourself. Draken didn't change but improved. Change can be something bad but he never did anything that would bring him down. He just got better.

And it was true when the velvety touch on your beating pulse suddenly moved to your lips before he squished your cheeks in his hand.

"Fucking hot as hell but so damn annoying." He laughed, the light from his eyes never return, only replaced by a wicked glint.

He wanted to take you to his place, fuck you in his bed until you couldn't walk properly so he'd have more reasons to keep you at his place. He wanted to swallow you whole and he barely even started but why was it so damn hard to have you?

"Don't dare to think of anything nasty. You might not care about commitment in a relationship, but I do. So take your hands off me, Draken."

"Kenie. It's Kenie for you."

Your lips were so plump and wet, his other arm wrapped around your waist - hoisting you up to his body before he leaned by the dresser.

You shrieked when his scalding hot palm touched your naked back and as he untied the strings of your bra, he smiled at your face as he said,

"Do you think I'm going to believe that, dollface? Do you really think I don't know that this pussy hasn't been fucked well for months? I have eyes across this ward. You don't get to fool me."

Heat rose to your face, your small hands pushed on his shoulders, "You're still up in my business? Sounds like someone can't fucking move on."

He nodded, ripping off your lacey bralette and his big hands began to palm your heavy breast - carelessly rubbing your nipple with his thumb. You fought the urge to moan, you hold onto his shoulder for dear strength.

"You're right. I can't move on." Your breath hitched, he nuzzled his face to the column of your neck, inhaling so deep, and wrapped his arms tightly around your body. He missed you so much. So much that if you ran away again, he'd just kill himself.

"I fucked my fist thinking of you. I got this hard just by thinking of you. I'm not ashamed of it."

"That's your problem, Draken. I'm not you. I'm living my best life right now, and sorry that I can still cum just with my fingers."

"That's my girl," He pushed you until your back met the concrete wall, your eyes widened when he took off his cap and put it on you before he dropped to his knees.

"I am aware of your appetite, [Y/N]. You won't be happy with such a small meal. You always keep coming back to have your tight pussy stuffed. Even when we were living together, you couldn't stop begging my dick every night."

"What the hell are you talking about-" You pushed his forehead away from your private part, one hand covering your pussy but he gripped the side of your hips - bringing you straight to his mouth.

"I don't care if you use me as your favorite Cherry Twins. But don't deny that I made you cummed the hardest when I was in your life, dollface."

Your eyes became misty, his words just flew through your head - empty when his mouth latched on your clothed crotch, lapping on the small fabric that the nudge of his tongue probed on your budding clit.

Cherry Twins were the name he gave to your vibrators. Since he was always out when you were at home, he'd make you use them to your greedy cunt - even made a video call so he could jerk off in the public restroom.

You were wild, but he taught you to live even wilder.

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[miraculousmaladys]

TFP If You Ship...

Ultra Magnus

I would also like to warn yall, I do roast the shit outta these ships and you. Some of y'all are nasty and need to be told/reminded, and some of you need to stay far the fuck away from me. Aight? Aight lets begin.

MagOp/OpMag/Magnimus/ Ultra Magnus x Optimus Prime: You pretentious bitch. You absolute fucking- I have no fucking words to describe how beige you are. You 're personality is plain oatmeal. Message me. I want to beat your ass. You prolly like them for the fact that they can relate to each other, and because of their importance to the war. But I hate you cause you also have more content. Fuck you. May your cereal turn soggy before you can eat that shit, may your drawing tablet get so hot in that one corner that you can fry bacon on that bitch. Fuck you.

MagMeg/Magatron(ew)/ Ultra Magnus x Megatron: you eat mayonnaise with a fucking spoon. Y'all saw that one scene with them on Darkmount and was just like "hm, but what if fuck?" and ran with it. You went to Ao3 expecting kinky shit, but all you got was stuff for IDW Megs and Mags and honestly baby, its gon' be okay.

Matchet/Ragus?/ Ultra Magnus x Ratchet: Yes we get it, the old man can dom now shut the fuck up. If taking your S/O to the nursing home as a date was a ship it'd be these old crotchety ass bitches. But, but, on a more serious note this ship can be so therapeutic for both mechs. These two were there way before the start of the war, they lived through it, and they knew Optimus all throughout. I imagine Ratchet would tell Magnus about Orion before his ascension to the primacy. I ain't ever been more depressed scrolling through a tag though, y'all broke bitches need whatever the fuck UltraScreen is having.

Magbee/Ultra Bumble/Ultra Magnus x Bee: I ain't ever seen two same heighted Cybertronians in a relationship, always one of'em gotta be spike suckin' height.

UltraJack/ Ultra Magnus x Wheeljack: Listen, listen, both these mechs love their solitary time and it can create so much angst, SO MUCH. Magnus feeling he must uphold his duties and Wheeljack having a mindset similar to a pirate. His spark belongs to the stars AND Magnus, but the stars will always come first. But bitch this is Ultra Magnus. We horny. We know Wheeljack is a fucking brat, and Ultra Magnus is his Dom.... baby we nasty. We nasty and there is no fucking denying that shit my GOD.

Ultrabulk/ Ultra Magnus x Bulkhead: Listen man as crazy as this might sound, I think this could work. Just like any other ship with Bulkhead you are fucking STRUGGLING though dude, you got like 5 fics you keep coming back to. You cry at night, knowing, and praying, that the gods will smile upon you and bless you with an update. You know you struggling when you only got three fics that have this ship as the focus. If y'all ban together I'm sure you can scrounge together like three pieces of fanart and a lint roller between the four of you.

UltraScream/ Ultra Magnus x Starscream: I don't see how anyone could hate this ship. Like, they literally work as really good foils to each other. You've got Magnus who is loyal as fuck, very militaristic??? And very much involved with the safety of his team. He's described as recklessly brave. Starscream on the other hand has a lot of character to work on and Magnus could help him along with that, and he can teach Magnus self preser- fucking-vation because Mr. "gets fucking chomped by a predacon for another bitchass Autobot" needs it. You're fuckass wants someone to save you, or you want to go absolutely apeshit. You are the mom friend everyone is worried about.

Ultracee/ Ultra Magnus x Arcee: Huh?? I mean like....Okaaaayy?? I mean good for you. This ship makes me feel the way that you feel when someone offers you candy you don't like, but you wouldn't mind eating it so you do. To be honest the people who ship this definitely see diamonds in places others wouldn't expect, but like you're so fucking unnessecary oh my god. Like you prolly add weird ass comments to other peoples statements, ain't nobody out here asking for an echo. Sit down.

UltraShock: ya like'em thicc don't you commanding officer Ultra Magnus? Anyway maybe y'all could team up with UltraBulk shippers and add a pile of used soda cans to the pile. Y'all are ghosts, do you even exist on this plane. My guesstimate on how many people actually ship this forreal is like 5.

Ultrawave/MagnusSound/Magnus x Soundwave: Listen if the Ultrabulk shippers are starving y'all ain't even corporeal. I show up to this ship with a fucking ghost talk box and some heat sensors, and like one boombox tryna see if GHOSTS even inhabit this bitch. Y'all aight? Are y'all good?? HELLO IN THERE (hello in there) (hello in there). Yall really go all out for the goth shit. Prolly hidin' in the shadows of my house waiting to strike.

Ultrascreen:

You, and I mean this in the most (derogatory) way possible, are a fucking

HOE

Literally looked on AO3 saw nearly NOTHING BUT kinky MF PORN. The oooonly plot y'all got is exactly how long Ultra Magnus can deny Smokescreen an overload. Why every time it comes to Magnus people make this by the books vanilla bitch the kinkiest one. YES I love subverting expectations but can I PLEASE get one fic where he sputters because his partner says a bad word. These two are the main ones who get this treatment, and baby I ain't complaining, but please. Please just- please sir I-I a-ah!

Ultradown: The UltraBulk, and UltraWave shippers come here every year, at the exact same location, at the exact same time, all for this ritual. The UltraWave shippers take out a boombox, some energon candies, and a supersized Cybertronian false spike. The UltraBulkers begin to sing the incantation to summon their fallen comrade: https://youtu.be/m9We2XsVZfc. They must do this once every year, they must battle the UltraDown shippers, though most would say they are a myth, the UltraShock and UltraWave shippers know better.

MagnusOut/KnockMagnusOut?/Ultra Knockout: Listen its not as horny as Smokescreen but the constant tension is definitely there. Knockout is just as horny as the depressed, RE-pressed ass Magnus fans and can you really blame him? Boyfriend? Dead. Magnus? kinky. Hotel? California.

/If I missed any let my gay ass know. Sorry if this ones lackluster, but some of these ships don't even really seem to have a fanbase?? Remember that these are TFP ships y'all.

Also I better see more Bulkhead content after this. Do you all have a problem with truly thicc bootyful babes or what?

[elijahs-wife]

🌙 hey y'all! we're almost at the very end of march so here's this month's reading list, to show some appreciation to all the amazing writers on this site. seriously, you're all absolute angels!

🌙 all the fics on this list are so incredible, please show these writers some support and reblog them if you enjoy them as much as i did! also a reminder to any minors to heed any 18+ warnings that some of these stories contain! 

🌙 and here's last month's reading list in case you missed it!

☁️ the vampire diaries/the originals

↠ clean up by @seraphictrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] very very good elijah characterization and just all around spectacular!!💘 you’ll be seeing me rec a lot more of lauren in the future!!

↠ nsfw alphabet with klaus by @theeoriginals

[klaus mikaelson x reader, headcanon, smut] sweet lord this was so steamy and just... 10/10 man. its really that good 🥵

↠ can we make new orleans our paris? by @iliveiloveiwrite

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, fluff] when i tell you my heart jumped when reading this!!💖 its just so sweet and fluffy i could die, also millie writes for a ton of other fandoms pls check out her stuff!!

↠ cockwarming with klaus by @nikmikaelsonswife

[klaus mikaelson x reader, headcanon, smut] read this for the second time and it still made me all 🥵🥵 bc goddamn who doesn’t want a klaus in their bed?

↠ eternity isn’t long enough by @imkylotrash

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] absolutely beautiful, gorgeous writing style and such a warm happy ending, exactly what i needed💗

↠ remember me by @fieldsofmoonshine 

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst] one of very few fics that actually made me cry, this is so horribly sad but beautiful at the same time💔

↠ for the quiet days in the the quarter by @klausownsmyass 

[kol mikaelson x reader, headcanon, fluff] absolutely hilarious platonic prankster kol content i will not say any more, just read this😂

↠ prophetess by @seraphictrash​

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] this was so beautifully written!! i was sure it was going to be angsty as hell and it was, but fortunately there is a happy ending😌 lauren never misses, i’m telling you!!

↠ the club by @imgoingtofreakoutnow

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot] gentleman elijah content, we truly love to see it😌 go check out annie’s masterlist (and also follow her bc she just hit a milestone!!) 

↠ the notebook by @fieldsofmoonshine

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, angst with a happy ending] absolutely adored this one, i don’t want to say anything so as to not spoil it so pls just trust me on this and read this one!!💘

↠ payback pt 2 by @mayans-sauce

[elijah mikaelson x reader, one shot, smut] oh my god oh my god i remember this one broke my brain lmao it was almost too steamy and good😂😭

↠ you and i by TheSushiMonster

[bonnie bennett x enzo st john, series] found this gem on ao3, don’t think the author is on tumblr but it’s a series of bonenzo drabbles and they are all absolutely incredible and beautifully written. this was published in 2017 but dont let that stop you from leaving all the kudos and comments!!💓

↠ keeping secrets by @imaginearyparties​ 

[davina claire x marcel gerard, drabble] ilana, all of your content is simply top-tier but i must say this might be my favorite that you’ve ever done💖 we are truly starved of davina x marcel content and you are our saviour😌

↠ elijah mikaelson imagine by @alwaysfangirlingish 

[elijah mikaelson x reader, drabble, fluff] an adorable little thing about elijah proposing to his girlfriend, absolutely adorable pls go read!!💗

☁️ marvel cinematic universe

↠ the cracks in our reality by @divine-mistake

[loki x reader, ongoing series] i really had to restrain myself from just putting your entire masterlist on here, but let’s start with tcor. i cannot rave on about this series enough, it is so wonderfully written and loki’s characterization and inner voice in this is like one of the best i’ve ever read. if you are a loki stan and not reading this, you’re missing out big time!!!💞

↠ deny (with love) my labor by @divine-mistake

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, angst with a happy ending] the other fic on this list that actually made me cry😭 i was so, so moved by this story, it’s so painful and real and beautiful and UGH you are so talented how?? 

↠ the servant and the prince by @dizzydancingdreamer

[loki x reader, ongoing series] okay i am very behind on reading this but i adored chapter one so much!! as if i didn’t love soulmate aus enough, you went and added a cinderella theme to the story?? its outrageously good and i’ve only read chapter 1. pls everyone read dizzy’s story she is absolutely darling and so talented!!💖

↠ peaches by @buckycuddlebuddy 

[bucky barnes x reader, series] i didn’t really care for the dad’s best friend au before this series came into my life 😭😂 (mostly) filthy goodness, and i absolutely love it

↠ i like you better, than anything else in the sky by @ritesofreverie 

[sam wilson x reader, one shot, smut] my underrated king!!💖 i loved this, it was so sexy and sweet at the same time. he could really do whatever he wanted to me lmfao, thank you for providing us with delicious sam content😌

↠ groupie love by @burninmatches 

[bucky barnes x reader, one shot, smut] this is the first time i’ve ever read a rockstar!bucky au but god is it good!! so well written, so undeniably hot and i hate that i love how smug and douchey bucky is in this one😭😂

↠ oasis by @bubblebuckys 

[bucky barnes x reader, drabble, smut] when i tell you this made me gasp... i’m not even joking, this was just pure filthy goodness and i am so here for it🥴

↠ knife talk by @tripleyeeet 

[loki x reader, one shot, fluff] so cute and honestly so funny, i love that loki wasn’t mad at her either however i will not stand for the bucky slander lmao i refuse to believe he’s a bad kisser😂😭

↠ debt-free by @stormquill

[tony stark x reader, series] i’ve recently been on a bit of a tony streak and this,,, this really hits the spot🥴 only read the first chapter but i can’t wait to read the rest!! 

↠ study date by @wand3ringr0s3

[peter parker x reader, one shot, fluff] i love my spidey so much and this is just such a cute fic!! like i was yearning for it to be real the whole time💘

☁️ chris evans + his characters

↠ you won’t play, you’re no fun by @gyllenhaalstories

[chris evans x reader, one shot, smut] professor!chris absolutely owns this 🐱 that man could order me around all day every day and you know i would obey him💀

↠ little doves don’t cry by @ritesofreverie 

[steve rogers x reader x andy barber, one shot, smut] excuse me this was so fucking hot and for what. for what. who thought it would be a good idea to put a steve and andy 3some fantasy in my head😐

☁️ miscellaneous

↠ air conditioning universe by @darthamidalas

[javier peña x reader, series] honestly can’t believe i only found this series like 2 days ago but i’m so glad i did bc it’s some of the best writing for peña that i’ve ever read, no joke!!💗

↠ settle by @duskholland

[tom holland x reader, one shot, smut] i already love tom... add a mob au and i’m an absolute goner. this was genuinely so fucking hot and i can’t deal with it i can’t😩

lastly, thank you to everyone here for sharing your stories with us! the world is so much better with wonderful fanfiction authors like yourselves in it 💖 i am immensely grateful to all of you! xx tay

[mysticgoblinwriter]

Driving In A Cold Sweat; There Is No One On This Highway

Warnings- Murder, infidelity, swearing, food imagery, shitty parents, i made Steve the villain who’s in the HOA and a politician, adult content, dark!reader, cheating, a bit of flirting, mental health joke (mental health is NOT a joke, y’all), religion symbolism, dark!steve, peggy x bucky,

Word Count- 1.9k

kudos to @blackberrybucky for being my soundboard, and @fandomsandxfiles for being my beta reader. Love y'all

a/n- This is inspired by Hypothermic by Goodnight Texas.  Its really dark, and I surprised myself writing this but I like it. I also changed the landscape to desert. Leave comments if you want! As many as you like, I fangirl over my work too. All writers should, its selfcare.

IF YOU WANT SOMETHING FLUFFY AND SOFT TURN AWAY NOW; MINORS DNI

DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE. A REBLOG IS APPRECIATED. A REPOST IS NOT.

Bucky looks you up and down, taking you in like you are the gods own ambrosia.  “So, doll.  What brings you to this shit hole?”

You laugh to yourself.  “I murdered somebody.”- was the sentence that also inspired this but its not in the actual story.

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The radio gave out miles ago.  It was emitting nothing except for crackling and static.  Every now and then it would cut back to a sermon, funnily enough it’d been the same one that was on when you started your trip.  Sunset was a little ways off.  If you looked hard enough you could see coyotes just off the asphalt.  Alive, yes.  But just how long had their souls been gone?  Someone was screaming.

A man.  You’d heard that scream before.  Seared into you memory like that steak you had for your 15th birthday. It was right next to you.  Oozing blood and raw-red.  You could hear the clink of the knife as it scraped against the plate.  Shaking your head to clear it, you notice an exit with a gas station.  “Now’s a time as good as any to stop.”  Gravel crunches as you slide up next to the pump. The neon beer lights from the bar across the road are calling.  But you can’t answer. The gas handle is slick and grimy, you’ve felt something like that before, but you can’t remember what.  A fuzzy noise in the back of your ears gets your attention.  Another truck has pulled in.  Right in the spot next to yours, never mind the dozen others that are free.  A bulky man steps down, his face hidden by a rangers hat.

You could tell he worked out though.  And had hair in need of a washing.  Clunk.  The tank was full.  You thought it best to leave before anyone could place you, but your stomach needed something other than greasy two-bit fast food.  You glance around, looking for any sign that promised a hot meal.

“Looking for something, doll?” You let out a small gasp.  He was staring straight at you now.

“Does this shithole have a place to eat?  I might have to start eating the cactus.”

He lets out a soft laugh, “Yeah, there’s a diner about half mile down the road.”

His face brightens like he just thought of something.  “You wanna meet me there?  I’ll buy dinner?”  You weigh the options.  You can’t have anybody recognize you; but your cash is getting low and however you can stretch it, you must.  You nod once.  “Sure.”

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The diner is every trope you’d seen in the movies your pops watched when he got off work.  Flies buzzing, neon sign flickering, checkered tile.  It even had the shiny red leather booths.  What a dream.  “Getcha a seat anywhere, honey.  I’ll be right over,” came a perky voice from the back.  Presumably a waitress. You choose the booth near the back exit.  Its always good to have a backup plan.

The man said he needed to get something at the mini-mart, that you could go ahead and he’d catch up.  Somebody screamed right next to you, causing you to jump out of your seat.  You whip your head around.  No one was even in the dining area.  It sounded so real.  Like you could reach out and grasp the shattering inky blackness.  You take a couple of deep breaths.  Try to remember your happy place.  Tahiti, its a magical place.  Or so you’ve been told  You just picked it from a magazine that was open on the coffee table the night your mother set fire to the curtains in the living room.  The flames had licked up the page, burning the island resort into ash.  Boots thudded as they made way to where you were.  He slides in across from you.

“Um, the waitress’ll be right out,” you said softly.  He barely heard it over the rickety air conditioning.  He nods to show he heard.  He’s sitting close.  Closer than you’d thought another human would ever sit next to you again.  His hands are rough and calloused.  The sleeve cuffs of his hoodie are frayed; as if someone clawed at them.  Eyes traveling up his body, you take in more details.  The hoodie isn’t faded, its brand new.  He wears a bracelet of leather on his right hand, with a charm you can’t quite see.  His necklace is corded hemp, plain and understated.

A light stubble that’s maybe three days old covers his jaw.  His eyes... are piercing right through you. You take in a quick breath, not being able to look away.  You’d never seen that shade of blue before.   He’d been watching you watching him.  Quirking an eyebrow, ”See anything ya like, doll?” You start to sputter an answer but the waitress comes over.  “Sorry about the wait.  Here’s your-”  Blue eyes interrupts her, “We don’t need those.  I’ll have the special and she’ll have the ‘Its Impossible To Go Away Hungry’ plate”  “Okay, then.  I’ll get that right out to ya folks.”

You glare at him, he mirrors it with dicky nonchalance. “Why did you order for me?”  He leans forward, tilts his head the right the tiniest fraction.  “You’re starved.  I really don’t give a damn what kept you from eating but I ain’t gonna let you go without giving you a meal.  The steak plate is the biggest meal they have.  You can take a to go box, that is if you don’t eat the whole thing.”

“Oh.”  You cast out a huff, “Well, thank you.”  He flashes a killer smile. Pearly white teeth in a straight line.  Not an imperfection to be found anywhere.  A silence falls between the two of you.  You can’t decide whether its comfortable of not.

“My name is Bucky.  I thought you wouldn’t like eating with a stranger.  I like to doodle in the margins of my books sometimes.”  “Please tell me not library books.”  He scoffs as if you suggested the impossible, “Never.  Do you think I’m crazy?”

“Jury’s out on that, Bucky.”  He looks at you more intently now.  “Really?  Same could be said about you.  When I first spoke to you it was like a deer in headlights.  Ya running from something, sugar?”  He’d said it jokingly but you didn’t laugh.

“No.  Nothing like that.”

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Shirley came back with your plates, and two root beers.  She left the check at the end of the table and Bucky swooped it up.  The meal passed by in the comfortable sounds of silverware clinking and ice clacking in the cups.  You both ate in record time.

You were careful to save enough for a second meal. That went into the to go container.  Now both cups were drained and plates scraped clean.  You start to slide out of your seat, mumbling a thanks but Bucky stops you.  “Wait, won’t you sit here a while longer?  I’d be kinda sad sitting here alone.”  After a moments hesitation, you resume your position.  “What do you wanna talk about?  It can’t be the weather.  Its been dry as bones for weeks.”   He ponders for a moment, “You.”  He shifts a little, resting one ankle on the opposite knee.

“I want to know what you’re running from, and see if I can offer...a distraction.”  That shocks you.  “Life?  Aren’t we all running away in some form or another?  I just happened to take the mobile route.”  You shrug, “What do you want me to say?  It was all shitty so I left it behind.  And as for the distraction part, I got a whore last night, so don’t bother.”  He is silent.  Just sits there and gazes at you.  You cock your head, getting impatient.  “Am I allowed to leave now?  Or do you want to talk about our feelings?”

“I slept with my best friends wife.”

“I-I’m sorry you what??”

“I slept with my best friends wife.  He owns half the town, what with him being mayor and all.  I couldn’t take it anymore, he’s always been the golden boy.  Always been the beacon of light.  I just wanted a slice of what he had.”  He looks up, his eyes are dead.  “She was willing, and I just... took her.  There on his desk.  He’d been out for lunch with some bigwig, and I made her cum twice on my cock.”  He chuckles darkly.  “That’d been the first time.  All the other times don’t matter, he doesn’t know about those.  But he does know about the time in the craft shed.  Peggy did pottery.

Had a nice little workshop, it was connected to the mansion they had.  I wanted to bring her pleasure in the place where she gets frustrated often, so she’d have something else to think about.  Steve caught us on the floor.  A big bunch of daffodils in hand.  Stupid, those weren’t even her favorites.”  He was gone now, lost in memories, not even knowing he was talking.  “Said he had come by to take her to lunch.  That was always like Steve.  Expected her to clear her schedule at the drop of a hat but never doing the same for anybody. He didn’t even get mad.  He just walked away, muttering something about his office.

Peggy said she could talk some sense into him.  The next day I found her in the garbage when I took out my trash.”  Your sharp inhale and big eyes do nothing to catch his attention.  “Steve comes strolling out of nowhere, said that she was a threat to his image.  Said that I need to leave or face the same.  I asked why he left me alive and he said ‘So you can remember the pain until you lay down in the ground and the mice and carrion drag your body up from its silk cocoon to feast.”

But that’s not all.”  He said the last bit so quietly, it was as if he said nothing.

“What?”  He’s crying now, tears are forming rivers in his eyes.  “She knew.  She knew  he was going to be there and that’s how she wanted to go out.”  Your puzzled expression makes him laugh.  “Don’t know many politicians, do you?  Good.  Keep it that way.  That day when the mail came I got a letter.  From her.  It said how she wanted to divorce Steve ever since he became the HOA president.  But she couldn’t.  He had threatened her once, just once and what he said was so blisteringly awful.  And he did it.  He is a man of his word, after all.  He kept his damn word.”

“So...she used you as an out?”  He winces.  You hadn’t meant to sound like that.

“Yes.”

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Out in the diners parking lot you say goodbye to James.  Wait.  No, no.  His name is Bucky.  He’s got a green  Chevy and blue eyes.  Or was it red?  It doesn’t matter anyway.  You back out and head for the next state, ignoring the blood leaking from the tarp in your trunk.  The screams have stopped.  And the moon is bright.