#don't take too much of my drabble seriously just having a moment over here

[lactoseintolerentswag]

Hm. Cake box mix in the cabinet and we bored so we made some and it didn't taste good. Like it didn't taste bad it just wasn't good. I used to get so anxious abt baking because everything had to be perfect. The first time I baked I actually accidentally set our only oven mit on fire. My dad used to joke that a meal made by someone else always tasted better because you didn't have to waste your energy to get the product. He said that to me when I apologized for the pancakes I made him being on the crispy side. And I mean yeah I got it. None of the treats I made were as delicious as the store bought ones in plastic squeaky boxes. Some of that was some ignorance of baking techniques like the time I cried because the frosting kept melting off my fresh out of the oven cupcakes. And some of that was because I only had a handful of years of baking things under my belt. My early chocolate chip cookies still had chunks of flour in them because I didn't stir enough, while my Mom's were smooth and buttery. But this cake box mix doesn't taste good. Not like the cake I made for my best friend's surprise party, or the pumpkin muffins I made for a family that let me stay over more than 2 nights. Ten years of baking under my belt. And I'm thinking I actually crave some of my own food instead of something I can buy in a plastic box. All the love, passion, and time I put into something really was worth it. This box mix is dry and too sweet. We can't quite shape those little frosting flowers right yet, but I know I can make some pretty fucking good frosting. And hey, I'm still bored.

[armysantiny]

A doctor’s worry – Zayne

P: Zayne x gender neutral reader | G: fluff, drabble | Inc: mc overworking themselves (as usual), Zayne worrying over mc, Yvonne being a good friend, Zayne's sweet tooth, some indulgent fluff for the soul, calling Zayne 'Doctor Li' bc that's how the title works infold, obv don't take my desc of hospital life too seriously lmao | Wc: 718 | W: mc has an injury but no graphic desc. | R: G

Min's notes: When I tell you I was just writing this all day at work lmao. I just love the way Zayne loves </3

"Hey, Zayne? Do we have the MRI results from last night's case?" Greyson's asking him, both doctors on their way to their respective offices after catching each other in the car park.

"We should do, I'll forward it on to you once I'm inside."

The hospital's busy today, everyone's schedule packed with either meetings, patient appointments, surgeries, or some unholy combination of all three. And for once, Zayne couldn't be more thankful that his schedule is much the same, the gruelling but rewarding hours of his double shift awaiting him.. Sat in his chair while he types out a letter of recommendation for a patient just gone to see a physiotherapist, Zayne sips on the glass of water on his desk, too occupied to do much else other than his job.

At least today, being busy out of his mind helps. It helps him not stress over y/n taking a mission in the No Hunt Zone. The hunter, for all their skill and natural talent, has a mind numbingly stubborn habit of overworking themselves to the point of injury and beyond. Which is why Zayne is trying to bury his concern underneath an avalanche of work, because y/n is working on a sprained ankle.

The doctor even managed to spot the beginning signs of swelling that morning before they left, but y/n was already out the door by the time he opened his mouth.

See you tonight love, they had said, don't push yourself too hard.

How cruel, to remind him to not push himself all the while leaving the vines of worry to bloom around his heart. But he loves y/n anyway, so they're not to blame when Zayne finds that he's no longer frustrated by the waiting, just longing for his hunter to return home so he can fuss over them until the vines relent until the next time they decide to put themselves at risk.

So lost in replying to emails, Zayne nearly doesn't hear the knock at the door, looking up from his screen moments before the knocking becomes more urgent.

"Come in."

"Doctor Li?" It's Yvonne, and Zayne's frigid politeness melts away a tad into something a bit more friendly. "You didn't show up for lunch... so I thought I'd take the liberty of bringing something up from the cafeteria. I recall y/n mentioning your affinity for sweet things?"

It's then, as he's taking the boxed lunch with a gentle thank you, that Zayne notices the separate box of two macarons that Yvonne's handing him. They're from his favourite café. Of course they are. Of course, his love would dutifully tell his colleagues what to do should he be too absorbed in his work. Astra above, he loves them.

When Yvonne leaves, clearly satisfied that the cardiovascular specialist isn't going to go hungry, Zayne allows himself to smile, his own heart fond and aching all the same.

"I'll save one for you."

In between his responsibilities and workload, the doctor hardly realises when the sun begins to set, painting the sky all kinds of pinks and oranges before, inevitably, the sky is dark. Moonlight shines through the gaps in his closed blinds, illuminating his desk in its cool light for a handful of minutes until Zayne is forced to get up and turn the lights on, fluorescent white irritating his eyes for a second. If y/n was here, they'd tell him to squint first, let his eyes adjust until he's comfortable. He can't help but think about them now, most of his tasks done for the day and his mind free enough to think about his lover, how much he misses them, would rather they stay in his arms, stay off their injury and rest...

His phone rings.

"Hello." His expression is soft.

"Zayne! Sorry for going no contact love," y/n says, clearly satisfied with their day. They're forgiven, as always. "I'm on my way back to the office, I'll see you in the hour?"

"Sure. I'll come and pick you up, you shouldn't be putting anymore strain on your ankle."

He can practically hear the amused rolling-of-eyes from y/n.

"Yes doctor~ see you soon! Love you!"

"Love you too, y/n." He hangs up the phone and takes a good look at his office. He can afford to leave a little early tonight.

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[daltonsluvr]

IN THE COMPANY OF THE STARS

pairing: theodore nott x gn!reader

summary: amongst the peaceful covering of the astronomy tower, you find an unlikely comfort in the presence of none other than theodore nott. (1.2k wc)

authors note: first little drabble to bring me back out of my writers slump - and who better than boyfriend no.1 to do so??

"Is this seat taken?" You turned around at the voice, to see none other than Theodore Nott standing behind you, his hands in his pockets, indicating at the space next to you.

Technically, the seat he wanted wasn't a seat at all. It's a part of the Astronomy Tower floor, of which you were sitting on, your feet dangling over the edge. You had a book in your lap, which had been left long forgotten as you looked ahead of you at the stars which danced upon the night sky. It really was the prettiest place in all of Hogwarts.

Slowly, you shook your head, and he nodded in response, taking a seat beside you. It's strange, you thought to yourself, watching him closely as he too dangled his legs out in front of him. The two of you knew each other from classes and such, yet had only interacted a couple of times, usually to ask for a quill or something along those lines.

You realised then just how weird you must have looked, watching him so intensely, and so you forced your attention back to the landscape around you, focusing on the trees ahead.

A few beats. 1, 2-

"You come here often?" he broke the silence first, turning to look at you. You hadn’t noticed until that moment just how startlingly beautiful his eyes were - dead, but with a softness behind them. It was entrancing, to say the least.

"Yeah," you answered, meeting his eyes. "The stars don't ask too many questions, so they're pretty great company when I need some peace." You hadn't meant for the comment to be funny, yet you watched as a chuckle escaped his lips: a beautiful sound, really.

"Didn't think you'd ever be a quiet person," he half-laughed, his eyes crinkling slightly. "Anyone could hear your voice from a mile off."

"Even the loudest of us need some quiet, sometimes," you responded, shrugging your shoulders, and swinging your feet slightly. "This must be a regular spot for you then, huh, given your notorious 'Mr Silent' status?"

The statement was true - this was the most you had ever heard the boy spoke, to anyone. It was his turn to now shrug, before leaning back on his hands. "You could say that."

You assumed the conversation had reached its natural end, and so you took the book you had on your lap and opened it to the page you'd bookmarked, and began reading.

"Romeo and Juliet?" A voice from next to you read, and you turned once more to see Theodore now reading the cover of the book, raising a brow in your direction. "You read muggle literature?"

"Shakespeare is one of the greats, I'd be stupid not to," you answered. Upon seeing the look on his face, you continued, "Don't tell me you've never read Shakespeare."

He shook his head, and you laughed, endearingly. "You are seriously missing out, Nott. Muggle or not, he's amazing. A real genius."

"Well, talk to me, then," Theodore looked down at you, his eyes piercing through your own. "Tell me about this guy and his books."

"They're plays, really," you started, almost unsure as to whether or not to continue. But he looked at you, almost daring you to continue, and so you did.

It was unusual for you to find someone so interested in talking to you, especially about something as niche as the works of William Shakespeare, but then again, Theodore Nott really wasn't like anyone you'd ever met before.

"-this book was one of the first my mother gave to me, and so its always been my favourite," you finished eventually, your voice growing slightly hoarse from talking so much. "Sorry for talking your ear off."

"No worries," he said in return, sending a small smile your way. "The b-play, certainly sounds interesting."

Looking between him and the book, you reached out to him, book still in your grasp. "Here, take it. To borrow."

He looked at you, almost questioning you with his eyes. "Why?"

"Everyone needs to read Shakespeare at least once in their lives, and I'm guessing none of your friends own any of his works, right?" He shook his head once again, and you shook your own in mock exasperation. "Honestly."

You coaxed him once again until he took the book from your hands, and you watched as he felt the cover of it. "It's a bit battered, because it's the one my mother got me when I was younger. And I have written inside it, so you may want to ignore that as well."

You got up, book officially out of your hands, and you dusted off your robes. Finally ready to go, you made to leave, until he called out your name. You turned around to look back at him.

"Thank you." was all he said, a smile lighting up his features with genuity.

"No problem, Theodore-"

"Theo."

"Theo. No worries, Theo," it was your turn to smile as you turned to leave, leaving the Slytherin boy alone.

— —— — — —

"A boy left this for you." A small first year girl approached you no more than a week later, a box in their arms, which they had outstretched towards you. You were sat by the window in your common room, Transfiguration homework in your lap as you worked through the questions McGonagall had set you.

"Did the boy leave a name?" you questioned, looking cynically at the box in front of you, which you had taken from the girl.

"No, he said you'd know who he is." The girl gave you a small fleeting smile, before skipping off, presumably to go and sit with her friends.

The box was noticeably small, and could be carrying nothing more than a couple of things, you thought to yourself, as you carefully opened it.

As soon as you saw the contents of it, though, a smile spread across your face, and you had no doubts of who the box was from. You had never pegged Theodore Nott to be one for dramatics, so you couldn't understand why he had decided to return your book in a box, but nonetheless you appreciated the sentiment.

You picked up the battered copy, the pages just as beautifully crumpled as before, and you found yourself smiling again. A note lay underneath the book, and you picked it up to read what it said.

The play was great - you clearly have good taste. Shakespeare truly is one of the greats. Astronomy tower at 8? — T.N.

Delicately folding the note and putting it in your robe pocket, you took back the copy of Romeo & Juliet in your hands, and began to flip through the pages.

His chicken scratch handwriting tattooed the pages - not overlapping the actual text or your writing, but still written as nearly as he could in numerous corners of the book.

You laughed as you read through a few of them, most of which were his sardonic comments about Romeo's idiocy, and in turn Juliet's naivety.

Eventually closing the book, you set it aside, and smiled to yourself. You weren't exactly sure how you'd found a friend in Theodore Nott, but you were certainly glad that you had.

[therhythmafterthesummer]

I'm the anon who sent the ask about Pack Mum and her frustrations; your version is fucking top notch (I'm just a switchy bitch lol) and let's be real, don't we all need a bit of that in our lives? 😩😩😩 would love to see Chris' version of that too, whatever you write is going to be amazing either way 😍

previous ask for reference

fun fact, i have a handful of drabbles written for these two that have never left my google docs (some of them probably won't, ever), since i use them as practice. for this particular scenario i already had something written, so might as well share it with y'all. please bear with me, this is barely proof read sjkdfhsdkjf

Pairing: Werewolf!Chan x Human!F.Reader (one of the main pairings of my WereRoomies series, but you don’t really need to read any other instalments to understand/enjoy this one). | Word Count: ~2k. | Warnings: smut | established relationship · pet names · oral [F.&M.Rec] · edging · face sitting/fucking, all that good stuff · spanking

minors do not interact.

> Chris💕🐺: pretty baby  > howre u feeling today > ???

< You: hey darling < i’m very meh < but still standing so it’s fine < you? 

> Chris💕🐺: im having a really bad day > dont wanna get into details but god i just wanna be home

< You: oh no ): < can i help you in any way?

You saw the ‘Typing…’ text under Chris’ contact name pop up and disappear a few times before he finally replied.

> Chris💕🐺: actually… > maybe > u can say no btw > but > would u sit on my face and let me edge you for a long while when im back home?

< You: how long is a long while?

> Chris💕🐺: a really long while > as much as u can stand it > just wanna dive between ur legs > want to suffocate on your cunt and your thighs baby > so bad > fuck > had to come to hide in the restroom for a bit cuz im so hard rn just thinking about it

You couldn’t help but chuckle. But being honest with yourself, the proposition certainly gave you a similar reaction to Chris’. All you could think about now was having your boyfriend’s tongue between your legs, aided by his lips and his nose to bring you to that sweet, sweet edge over and over again…

Wetness was starting to pool at your centre, your thighs pressed together to ease some of that familiar ache, and you honestly had to make the conscious effort to remember you were still at the office, in a very public space.

Your phone vibrating again in your hand brought you back from your little day dream.

> Chris💕🐺: again > u can totally say no

< You: mmm🤔 < i’d love to sit on my alpha’s handsome face < would you let me grind on it baby?

> Chris💕🐺: fuck… yes > anything as long as u just dont come > not until i tell you to > or until u cant take it anymore > yeah? 

< You: yea 😇

> Chris💕🐺: fuck > ure so good to me pretty > seriously > im gonna make u feel so good love > hydrate yourself as much as u can > its gonna be so worth it > love u prettiest

< You: love you babiest

The rest of your workday was honestly a blur. All you could think about was the evening that awaited you. So, when you finally reached home–with your boyfriend nowhere in sight–you simply took a quick shower to get squeaky clean and got yourself into one of his t-shirts to ensure his scent was all over you when he came home.

As soon as Chris made it through the front door he gave you a quick kiss, dropped his belongings wherever, and made a beeline to the bathroom to take a shower–all as he discarded pieces of clothing on the way. A very delightful sight, you’d admit.

Now here you were, laying on the sofa and scrolling on your phone, waiting for him to come out.

The second he’d gotten out of the shower, barely even patting himself dry, with his hair still wet, Chris made his way to you.

Before you could even stand up, he was already hovering over you, kissing you deeply for a moment, only to finally trace a path of kisses to your neck so he could nibble at your pulsepoint.

“Been thinking about you all day, pretty baby”, he mumbled against your skin, licking the area and kissing it after. 

“Me too, darling…” A sigh of relief passed your lips, while you all but melted under the attention your boyfriend was providing to your neck. “You got me so wet”, taking a hold of his hand, you guided it to your core, where his fingers traced your folds, spreading your essence with a deep inhale. “So fucking wet just thinking about you, Chris”. 

“Fuck…You smell so fucking good…” Burying his face further in the crook of your neck, he sucked on your pulse point, just as he eased two fingers into you, making you moan in surprise as he diligently massaged your walls. 

You bared your neck, giving your boyfriend plenty of room for him to paint purple roses on your skin. Holding tightly onto his arms, you couldn’t help but squirm a little when he started to thrust his fingers in and out of you, once he started curling them to hit that sweet spot within your warmth.

“So tight, baby…” Chris mumbled as he eased a third finger into you, making you whine at the delicious stretch. “We don’t fuck for a couple of days and it’s almost like your cunt has forgotten me…” 

You shook your head, swallowing the saliva that had pooled in your mouth. “Impossible. She–she knows who she belongs to”.

“Fuck…” Pulling his fingers out of you, he straightened himself. “Come here, beautiful”.

Chris laid down, motioning for you to place each knee next to his head. You did as asked, staring at him between your legs as you lowered yourself, hovering just a bit while he caressed your thighs. 

“C’mon, baby”, Chris borderline whined, bringing his hands to your hips and holding you tightly. “Sit”. 

“I’m…baby, I don’t wanna crush you”.

This was a common debate when you found yourselves in this situation. Sometimes you didn’t even need to think twice about complying, but, as a heavier person, other times you were a bit unsure. Today was one of those days, clearly. And as usual, your boyfriend was quick to reassure you.

“Babe, we’ve been through this. I’m a fucking animal, remember? All that werewolf thing? You’re not gonna crush me”, he chuckled. “Sit on me, get comfy, and brace yourself, yeah?” 

With a deep inhale, you nodded, finally lowering yourself all the way. You couldn’t hold back the gasp that left your mouth as soon as you felt Chris’ tongue make contact with your heat. “Oh–”

His tongue running through your folds, teasing your entrance, licking your clit, sucking on it…Every single one of his motions had tingles of pleasure travelling up and down your spine, had your chest heaving, and quiet whines coming out of your mouth.

Bringing his hands to your thighs, he held you tightly in place, so tight you wondered if you’d see a mark left in the shape of his fingers later–something you were admittedly eager to see. He was groaning a lot, you were moaning a lot, and, in no time, he had reduced you to a whimpering mess.

Maybe it was all that daydreaming you’d been doing after he sent you those texts, maybe it was just how good your boyfriend was at working you up, but you were very quickly getting close to the edge, almost ready to tip over it.

“Baby…Chris, fuck, I’m…close”, your voice quivered a bit, and Chris simply hummed in response, finally slowing his movements. 

His hands roamed your body as his tongue flicked your sensitive nub, the pressure was light enough that the signs of your approaching orgasm seemed to be fading away. In all honesty, you weren’t sure if you were going to stand this at all. You’d try, of course, but you realised very quickly how badly you wanted your relief.

Kneading your breasts, Chris simply continued his motions, slowly licking your clit, or dipping his tongue inside of you for a taste. You couldn’t help but roll your hips, trying to get some extra stimulation. And whenever he licked at your entrance, his nose would bump your clit, and it had you pathetically whining as you ground your core on his face. 

When Chris finally opened his eyes to look at you, you stared right back. 

That stare-off had the fine hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, and you were immediately trapped in that undeniably predator look of his.

It was kind of amusing, how that look seemed to have the complete opposite effect it should have on you. It should’ve made you feel intimidated, scared, but after spending this much time with Chris, after giving yourself to him so many times already, the trust you had in him made it so that stare of his just made you want to be closer to him. It enticed you, it made you shiver, made you wetter, and, right now, just by looking at him, at that utterly primal desire in his eyes, you could feel yourself grow closer to your climax again.

You genuinely couldn’t tell how long you spent right there. You had already lost count of how many times he’d brought you to the edge by the fifth time. Your legs were starting to burn, your lower back hurt, and you suddenly felt like you needed something in your mouth. 

“C–Chris”, you tugged on his hair, gasping when he quickened the pace of his tongue. “Baby… Want–”

He squeezed your bum, one butcheek in each hand, surely bruising you with the strength of his grip. It made you dizzy, and you were sure you were dripping all over him by now. He released his hold on one of your buttocks, only to land a harsh smack on it after, urging you to speak, making you shamelessly moan with the action. 

Chris hardly ever spanked you–aside from a playful, mild smack here and there. He’d told you before that he felt like he already put your body through so much with everything else, adding that, too, was just unnecessary, and that it could possibly hurt you too much. But, fuck, if the sting felt good whenever he did.

“Need your cock, baby”, you finally sighed, trembling with your upcoming release. Chris gave you a curious look, not stopping his tongue for a second, so you decided to clarify. “In my mouth, Chris. Please…”

Taking a hold of your hips, he lifted you up a bit, enough to talk. “Turn around, pretty”.

Your legs were incredibly unsteady, but you managed to do it, finally laying on Chris with his tongue once again in its rightful place within your warmth. 

Saliva pooled in your mouth at the sight of your boyfriend’s cock. Incredibly hard, twitching, and with an impressive pool of pre-cum under his tip where it laid on his lower abdomen. He was clearly enjoying this a lot, and just the sight had you clenching with need..

When you took him in your hand, his thighs jerked a bit, and a moan muffled against your skin as he continued to feast on your cunt. You simply pumped him in your hand, once, twice, relishing just how hard he was. 

Wasting no more time, you licked a long stripe from his base to the tip, swirling your tongue around it for good measure. Until, finally, you took him in your mouth, eliciting a shared moan from the both of you. 

Chris’ hands dragged up and down your back, kneading your flesh as he went, moaning against your heat whenever you got him deeper into your mouth, whenever your nails dug on his thighs. 

All of a sudden, you felt Chris’ hand land harshly on one of your buttocks. The sudden sting made you moan around his length and clench around thin air. He did it again on the other, holding the supple flesh of your bum tightly in his hands right after in an attempt to soothe your skin. 

His length popped out of your mouth with a sinful sucking sound. With a hazy mind and a needy cunt, you were speaking before you could think twice about it. “More…”

Chris immediately complied, smacking one of your buttcheeks again, groaning lowly as your moans spilled freely out in the room without his cock in your mouth.

He repeated the motions a handful of times, all while you jerked him to the best of your now compromised motor skills. Your moans got increasingly more desperate the more he spanked you, and your whole body trembled with arousal.

“Pretty…” Chris mumbled, keeping you off of him enough so you could hear him, although you barely could, you were too far gone. “Put my cock back in your mouth, baby. Suck me off, and when I spank you again, you can come. Okay?” 

“Okay…”

“Good, good girl”, Chris pulled you back on his mouth, eliciting a shaky moan from your lips. 

You did as asked, taking him once again into your mouth and sucking him, rather eagerly, if you might add. Your lips caught on the ridge of his head time and time again, his tongue and his lips focused on your clit, licking and sucking harder and faster by the second, just how he did whenever he wanted you to come, and when you finally felt the sting on your ass again, you could hardly make sense of your surroundings anymore.

Before you knew it, your entire body shook with your release, desperately moaning around Chris’ length as pleasure tears fell from your eyes. It was so much, so intense, and when Chris held the back of your head in place with one of his hands and started to thrust up into your mouth you were sure you had already died and gone to heaven.

It felt like you were coming for an eternity, the sheer intensity of your release had you shaking and squirming in your boyfriend’s hold. The most satisfying part of it all, though, was when you vaguely registered Chris’ warmth flooding your mouth, making you moan once again just at the feel of his cum going down your throat, making you dizzy just by the blissed-out sounds that were coming out of his mouth. 

You swallowed it all, sucking on his tip until the very last drop of his release had coated your tongue, and as soon as Chris detached himself from your core, your body slumped, your vision clouded, and a ringing broke free in your ears.

“Baby? Baby, please. Talk to me”, Chris sounded so close. But how could he if your heads were in completely opposite directions?

“Pretty?” You felt his hands on your cheeks, and once you opened your eyes and saw the worried look on his face, you realised you were laying on the sofa, while he was crouching on the floor next to you. When did he move? He was just below you a few seconds ago. 

“Did I…Did I pass out?” You blinked at him, reaching for his hand on your face to softly caress the back of it. 

“Fuck, you did. For a few seconds. I thought I had choked you to death. Are you okay? I’m so sorry”, he was going into his Protective Alpha mode, and it made you smile. 

“I’m fine, baby. Don’t apologise. Give me a kiss”, you did feel a bit lightheaded, but you also felt light all over, as if your crushing orgasm had taken all the tension off of your body completely.

Chris sighed, pecking your lips, your nose, your cheeks, all over your face. “Fuck, give me a second. I’ll bring you some water”. 

You simply hummed, stretching your achy limbs and turning on your other side to face the backrest.

When Chris came back, you gulped the glass of water in one go before you gave it back to him so he could place it on the coffee table. 

You made grabby hands at him, and he chuckled, laying behind you and pulling you to his chest so he could press kisses on your shoulder.

“That was insane”, you mumbled while you caressed the arm he had wrapped around your waist. 

“It was, fuck…I got too carried away, you’re all bruised, love”, his fingers gently traced the curve of your bum, and you leaned into his touch. 

“Felt so good, though”, you sighed, content, further pressing your back to his chest. “So good I passed out, baby. That’s a new record”. 

Chris giggled, and you couldn’t help but giggle as well. 

“Do you feel better?” You asked, snuggling closer, relishing his warmth on your back, his warmth all around you.

“I feel like I won a million euros, a billion dollars, a trillion won…You get the point”, Chris nuzzled your nape, pressing lingering kisses there, all as he brought a hand to your belly to lightly squish your soft flesh. “Honestly just what I needed. For my pretty girlfriend to feel insanely good, and to blow my load in her perfect, warm mouth”.

You chuckled, taking a hold of his hand and bringing it to your lips so you could press a kiss on his palm, right before you turned around in his hold and cupped his cheeks, smiling at him. “I love you”. 

“Love you”, he repeated immediately, diving in for a kiss. When he pulled back, he held you tightly, pressing kisses on your cheeks. “You’re so good to me”.

“And you to me, baby”, you mumbled back, kissing him on the cheek before you tucked your head under his chin.

You both laid there for a moment, a moment of just your soft caresses on each other’s exposed skin. Until Chris heaved a satisfied sigh, pulling away from your embrace to stand up from the sofa.

“C’mon, pretty. Time to be pampered and cuddle in the tub”, Chris took you in his arms. A soft chuckle left your lips, and you held onto him, pressing tender kisses on his neck all the way to the bathroom.

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[leosxrealm]

OMG I LOVE LOVE LOVVEEE ur best friend’s brother fic w itoshi sae!! it randomly popped up in my head and i js had to go reread it !!!! i was wondering if you could do a part 2 or maybe a few more headcanons abt it ?? :)

-ʙᴇꜱᴛ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ- [ᴘᴀʀᴛ-02]

pairing(s): itoshi sae x gn! reader

warning(s): mentions of sex, nothing too explicit, mentions of alcohol, rin and sae have a better relationship, rin being a protective bestie (in his own way), everyone is 18+

a/n: i re-read that fic to get some of the details right and ngl lie it made me cringe a lil lmao. but thank you !! i decided on doing both. i made a separate post for boyfriend head cannons, so you can check that out! this one is a small drabble on what happened with rin. hope you like this and the hcs

!not proofread!

part 1 || headcannons

you squirmed under rin's intense gaze. he was pissed pissed. the safest thing for you right now was to keep your mouth shut.

rin was waiting for you at your apartment when you got home from your little nap with sae. you were kind of regretting giving him the spare key to your apartment. but you knew that this would have to be done one day or the other. you just didn't know that it would be this soon.

with the last bit of courage, you looked your best friend in the eyes, "rin-"

"don't" he cut you off before you could even explain yourself.

it's kinda stupid, he thinks. he has known that his older brother has harbored feelings for you for years, but never acted on it because sae believed that relationships are a waste of his time.

now, rin wasn't stupid, he very well knew that all that happened between you and his brother could have been the result of the alcohol in both your systems. he just couldn't accept it.

what annoyed rin the most is that he doesn't know if sae took advantage of your drunken state. deep down he knows that his brother is better than this. and no matter how much of an asshole he could be; he would never stoop to that level. but, he can't think straight right now. what if there's even a slightest of the slightest chance that this was all planned by sae. he would make sure to make his brother's life a living hell.

"whatever you're thinking, it's not that," your voice pulled him out of the spiral of thoughts in his head. he looked at the couch you were sitting on. what was this? some kind of intervention? in your own house?

you gulped, before continuing, "i don't remember much from last night. it's all a little blur, to be honest. but i was the one that initiated the kiss that led to all of this," you vaguely motioned with your hand, "i remember a few moments here and there. your brother didn't force himself on me."

"do you love him?"

you choked on your own saliva. where the hell did that come from? "well...." you paused, trying to find the right words, "'love' would be too strong of a word." he didn't say anything in return. an uncomfortable and tense silence settled over you two.

"i do like him!" you blurted out. you had to say something, you couldn't take the silence anymore. looking down, you fiddled with your fingers. "i like him," you reiterated, "a lot. and i would like to give him a chance."

rin sighed. he knew this was coming but seriously? his best friend and his brother? it would take him some time to accept it.

"we discussed it...before he dropped me off..." you trailed off, "he wants to court me. officially."

"okay."

"huh?"

"i said, okay" his irritated tone made you shut up real quick. right, he hates repeating himself. and if it were someone else, he would have ignored them a second time. they weren't worth his time. but you were his best friend, you weren't someone else. as much as he hates it, he would repeat himself for his best friend; and how do you pay him back? by sleeping with his damn brother? he scoffs at the thought.

honestly? he should've seen this coming. he knew your lingering gazes and exchanged glances would lead to something someday.

he sighed for what seemed like the millionth time. he can't do this right now. too much thinking. so the both of you spent the rest of the evening watching horror movies.

[the-oblivious-writer]

Wanna Be Yours |Drabble (1)|

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Drabble One: Studying & Compliments

Notes: Decided to do a drabble instead of a chapter...sue me (if you're Jan Levinson, please don't take this joke seriously)

Warnings: None that I'm aware of

Prologue|Next Part

Y/N patiently sat in the library and waited for the Gryffindor. Her head rested on her hand when she heard a book being slammed on the table which caused her to jump up. “Oh sorry. I didn’t mean to put it down that hard.” Y/N looked over to see Hermione setting up her study materials and immediately sat up.

“Ready to get started?” Hermione asked, taking a seat across from the Slytherin. Y/N nodded and took out her quill. “I’d introduce myself but I believe we’ve met before.”

“You’d be correct, we bumped into each other in the hallways a couple days ago” Y/N answered while opening her book. “So, Amelia told me you were struggling in Arithmancy.” The Y/H/C haired girl hummed.

Two hours go by and Y/N’s made some progress. But that’s still progress, at least that’s what Hermione was saying. “How about a break?” Y/N mumbled sure and closed her book. 

Hermione looked at Y/N for a moment before saying,“You’re not much of a talker, are you?” Y/N looked up at her and gave a small smile before shaking her head.

“When I bumped into you the other day, I wouldn’t have guessed that.” Y/N furrows her eyebrows before Hermione elaborates. “I just mean, you probably did more talking when you bumped into me than during these entire two hours.”

“Sometimes I get a spur of confidence. I guess you just caught me at the right time.” Hermione thought for a second before replying. “Well I’m glad I did. You have a lovely voice.” The complement caught you off guard, causing blood to rush to your face. 

“Really?” Y/N croaked, she hated how her voice did that. 

“Yeah” Hermione giggled with a soft smile. Y/N could look at that smile all day if she could. 

Wait- what?  

Hermione on the other hand couldn’t believe nobody had told Y/N how beautiful her voice was, at least that's what it seemed like from the slight shock she expressed.

“Thank you,” Y/N responded, returning the soft smile. Hermione sat there, admiring the girl’s smile. 

Just do it Hermione, ask her the Gryffindor thought to herself. “Me and a couple of my friends were planning on going to Hogsmeade this weekend. Would you like to join us? And of course you could invite some of your friends if you’d like–” Y/N cut off Hermione’s rambling.

“Yes. I’d love to join you,” Y/N answered, hoping she didn’t sound too eager.

The rest of the evening was spent going over the study materials, the occasional jokes and compliments here and there. Y/N and Hermione clicked easily it seemed and both had secretly hoped the feeling would never end.

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hello hello, i’m loving all these lil drabbles, you’re such an amazing writer <333

mayhaps 14 “I’m not going to hurt you.”? 👀

thank you!

(also @julesiuile asked for a part 2 to this post, so here we go!)

14. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Against her better judgment, Nancy goes back.

Robin doesn't ask for her this time, but then, she doesn't have to. Maybe she knows that. Maybe she's counting on it. Maybe Nancy is walking directly back into her own demise--at the hands of war, or at the hands of her own stupid heart.

Or maybe the stunned look when Nancy walks into her makeshift cell for the second time is genuine, and maybe the tears that she tries to fight are, too.

"What happens next?" Nancy asks, straight to business because it's the only conversation she thinks she can stand.

"What do you mean?"

"You've been caught. Hopper escaped prison. They must know your cover's blown. So what happens now?"

Robin bites the inside of her cheek. "Whatever it is, I don't think I have much say in it."

Nancy crosses her arms over her chest. She grips her arms and digs her nails into her skin.

"The others say you're not talking."

Robin's eyes turn desperate. "I've told them everything I know."

"Doesn't seem like much."

"That's the point, Nancy. The less I know, the less I can give away if I'm caught. Hell, I'm not even supposed to live to this point."

"What do you mean?"

Robin wiggles her fingers behind her as best she can, and Nancy notices for the first time that they're bare.

"My ring." At Nancy's blank stare, she tilts her head. "Hopper didn't tell you?"

"Just spit it out, Robin."

"My ring," Robin says again. "There was a pill. In my ring. If my cover was blown--"

She falters as Nancy closes her eyes.

"Hopper found it before I could."

"Would you have?"

"I'm supposed to."

Nancy looks at her again. "Do you always just do what you're told?"

"I'm not like you, Nance," Robin whispers. "I'm not a fighter."

"You're a soldier."

"And there's a difference. You make decisions. I just follow orders."

"And what are your orders now?"

Robin shakes her head. "I don't have any. I'm supposed to be dead."

Nancy continues to glare at her, waiting. Robin sighs.

"Once they realize I've been captured--and I'm sure they already have--they'll send someone to confirm my death. Once they realize I'm not dead..." Robin looks at her helplessly. "There's a reason I wanted to leave."

"If you just tell us what they're planning, we--"

"That's just it, Nancy! I don't know. They make it so I do not know. If I did, I would tell you, because the last thing I want is for you to get hurt in all of this."

"It's too late for that," Nancy mutters.

Robin sinks against the chair. Her eyes close. "I'm going to ask you for something, and you're going to hate me for it."

"What?" Nancy spits.

"Let me go."

"You're joking, right?"

Robin looks up at her again, completely serious. Nancy scoffs and turns away.

"You're an idiot. You really think--after everything? Why the hell would I let you go?"

"Because if you don't--"

"Right. The big Russian conspiracy will come after us."

Robin grits her teeth. "You're not taking this seriously."

"I'm taking this very seriously." Nancy turns on her heel and marches toward her. "Serious enough to know that I don't trust you, not for anything. I let you go, you run off, and suddenly you have no reason not to sell us out to them."

"No," Robin whispers. "I have every reason not to."

"You're a fucking liar, Robin Buckley." Nancy winces as she says the name. Robin does, too. Nancy turns away again, desperate for the space between them.

For a long moment, neither of them say anything.

Then,

"It is my name."

"What?"

"Robin. Not my birth name, obviously, but I--I chose it. I wanted it. It's my name."

"I don't care."

"I do."

Nancy sighs. "What will you do?"

"Run." Robin is smiling weakly, helplessly, when Nancy turns toward her again. "You were right. I'm a coward. But I'm not going to hurt you, and I'm not going to stick around and wait for you to get hurt. To get killed. I'll run."

"They'd find you."

"Almost certainly."

"So you'll go back to them. Or they'll kill you."

"The latter," says Robin simply, "because I wouldn't give you guys away."

"Even if I believed you," Nancy says, "what makes you think I would want that?"

"It would be easier if you did."

"Yeah, well, easy isn't an option anymore. You made sure of that."

"I'm sorry, Nancy," Robin breathes. "I regretted it every day. You have to know that. But I never regretted you. And so I could never find the strength to leave."

"Why are you telling me this? What's the point?"

"Because you deserve the truth."

Nancy laughs hollowly. Robin closes her eyes again.

"You've always deserved the truth. I'm sorry I didn't give it to you sooner."

"Yeah." Nancy walks toward the door and knocks, waiting for Hopper to let her out again. "Me too."

-

She spends the rest of the week avoiding Hopper's cabin entirely. Robin doesn't ask for her. Hopper gives up trying to get her to help. Steve and Mike try to coax her back. Nancy ignores them all.

But she still spends every waking moment in that room, turning over Robin's words. The sincerity in her words. The fearful, hopeless slump of her shoulders. The regret in her eyes, and the love.

Nancy tries to play it out in her mind, running through every possibility of what will happen if Robin's lying, or what will happen if she's telling the truth. But it all ends basically the same. It's all already ended, really.

-

Hopper's cabin is mostly empty the next time Nancy goes back. Hopper and Murray are asleep in the living room. Joyce and Jonathan are nowhere to be seen.

El is the one sitting in front of Robin's door. Her eyes are closed, but she tilts her head toward Nancy when she steps into the hall.

"You're back," she says, opening her eyes.

Nancy nods. "Can I see her?"

"It is the middle of the night."

"It is."

El watches her carefully. Nancy sighs. Jonathan would be easier, always ready to follow her command. But if anyone believes in second chances, it's El.

"She's told us everything she knows," Nancy says quietly.

El nods. "She said that to me, too. Hop doesn't believe her, but I think she's telling the truth."

"They're going to come for her."

"Yes."

"El--"

"Do you..." El hesitates, and Nancy isn't sure if she's afraid or just uncertain of the words. "Do you still love her?"

Nancy looks up at the door, solid and cold. Robin behind it, quick and clever and a liar, a traitor, an enemy. Her friend. Her heart. The best part of her life until recently.

"Yes." It's the most painful truth she's ever told.

She looks back down, and El holds her gaze steadily.

"Okay."

She steps aside, making room for Nancy to step forward and slowly, carefully, push the door open.

Robin is asleep when they walk into the room, but when Nancy pauses for a moment to prop the door, she hears a soft, mumbled, "Nancy?"

She shakes her head. Robin must get the cue, because she doesn't say anything else. She just sits up taller and waits. El waits, too, watching calmly to see what Nancy will do.

Nancy takes a deep breath. Then she walks forward. She draws her pocket knife and kneels at Robin's feet. She sees Robin stiffen, practically feels her holding her breath. Nancy slips the blade into the zip ties at her ankle and tugs, snapping them free.

She stands and looks down at Robin's hands, still cuffed to the chair behind her. "El--"

El jerks her head, and the cuffs break open. Robin twists her wrists and catches them before they can clatter to the floor. El gives her a long, unreadable look, then,

"I will be in the living room. Don't wake Hop."

And with that, she walks away, drifting silently out of the room and down the hall without looking back.

Robin looks up at Nancy. "What are you--"

"Don't ask me. If I think about it too much, I'll change my mind."

"Nancy. I don't want to get you in trouble."

"You asked for this." Nancy sighs. "Besides, you're the one who said it. You're a soldier. I'm a fighter. Now come on."

Robin swallows hard, but she nods and does as she's told, rising to her feet. She stumbles a little, legs stiff, and Nancy reaches out to catch her without thinking. It's the first time they've touched since--

Nancy lets her go once she's steady on her feet. Robin's shaky breath rattles through the silence in the room.

It's easy to slip back through the house. Nancy spots El sitting cross-legged on the floor of the living room, back to them. The front door opens easily, silently. Nancy guides Robin carefully over the trip wires in the front walk, around the line of sight of the camera she knows is watching the door.

But then they reach the tree line, and she realizes she has to let her go, and everything gets so much harder.

"You'll freeze to death out here," Nancy says, already shivering herself from the chill in the air.

"I've survived colder, I promise."

"You'll starve."

"I have a stash out in Mirkwood, just in case I needed to make a quick getaway. I'll be alright."

"What are you going to do?" The words barely make it out. Robin turns to face her, and Nancy sees her own grief flooding her eyes.

Robin reaches out, hand rising to her cheek, but she doesn't touch her. Not until Nancy takes the step forward into her touch. She closes her eyes at the feeling of Robin's hand against her face, calloused and warm and so familiar it aches.

"Whatever I can to keep you safe," Robin whispers. "I have a lot to make up for, and I know I'll never truly be able to earn your forgiveness. But I swear to you, Nancy. If you never believe any other words from my mouth, believe this: I will do everything in my power to protect you now. All of you."

"And if you fail? If they--" Her voice breaks. She stops trying. But she opens her eyes again, and she sees Robin's warm smile.

"Then I fail. But the time we had will still have been worth it."

Nancy swallows. "I still hate you."

"I know."

Nancy pushes up on her toes and kisses her, hard. Robin freezes for a split second, but then she melts, her other hand coming up to hold Nancy's waist and pull her gently closer.

It's over quickly, but they don't part. Nancy presses her forehead to Robin's and tries to memorize the weight of her hands, the warmth of her proximity.

"But I love you," she whispers. "So please, don't fail."

She feels more than hears the catch in Robin's breath, but Robin doesn't say anything. Nancy supposes it's the most honest answer she can give.

They linger until they can't anymore, until it's too cold and too much time has past and even Nancy knows they're seriously pushing their luck.

"Stay safe," Robin says as she lets her go. Nancy doesn't say anything. She just stares at Robin--her Robin--and prays this isn't the last time she'll see her.

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Sunshine on Sakaar - Prologue

AN: Hello, dear readers! So when I was writing The Twin Flames, I started thinking about how Sunshine would react during the Avengers Civil War. A big part of her character is conflict avoidance and being a big people pleaser, so my first thought is that she would have tried not to pick a side until she was forced to do so. The other thought I had was what if she was never involved? How would she not be involved? What if she ended up on Saakar with Bruce? I decided that the idea didn't make as much sense as her being on earth and honestly, I think the Civil War scenes really add to her character progression, but I wrote them anyway because I thought it was funny and people are always asking for more Sunshine and Loki, so here it is! I ask that you don't take this too seriously, it's not really going to be a series, just mostly some scenes and drabbles, but I hope you enjoy!

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"Hey, guys," Sam calls, stumbling through the rubble of what was left of Sokovia. "Where is she?"

The realization dawns on Steve suddenly. He left you on the Quinjet. You were still on the Quinjet. The Quinjet that Hulk just took off in. "Nat, when you say Bruce took off..."

Nat claps a hand over her mouth, "Oh my God."

"Guys," Sam calls again, this time with more urgency. "Where is she?"

Steve turns to Sam with a morose expression. "I'm so sorry, Sam."

Sam's chest heaves with panic, jumping to the worst conclusions, "No, no, she's fine. She was hurt, but you said you were-"

"I did," Steve immediately replies, "I didn’t mean that she’s- she’s alive.”

“But?”

“But I put her on the jet, Sam," Steve explains, his voice hollow yet thick with guilt. "To - to keep her safe while she was passed out. I left her on the jet."

"You left her alone?" Sam bitterly accuses.

"The team, they needed me. I thought she'd be safe there, out of harm's way."

"Where's the jet now, Steve?" Sam demands.

"Bruce - Hulk, actually, is with her. He's flying the jet."

Sam helplessly clutches his damaged wing, unable to take off and look for the jet. "The Hulk is flying the Quinjet right now? Are you kidding me?"

"Nat's tapping into their comms right now. Who knows Pinkie Pie might be up and piloting her way back here as we speak!" Tony offers in an attempt to console him. 

"Because we're just always that lucky," Sam sarcastically retorts. He shakes his head, doing his best to remain confident and optimistic for your return, "It's okay, it's alright. You know, we just need to find the jet. We can find them and all this will be over."

"I'm in," Nat announces.

"So where are they?"

"He's flying in stealth mode."

Sam angrily groans, "Of course he is."

"Hey, big guy. You did it. Job's finished. Now, I need you to turn this bird around, okay? We can't track you in stealth mode."

Natasha hears a loud clang of Hulk's heavy fist against the console. She flinches at the sound. "I know you're hurt but your friend is back there and she needs you right now. Please."

Another loud smash of Hulk's fist causes the screen to flicker in and out.

Sam takes over, grabbing Nat's wrist and shouting into the little hologram screen, "Bruce, I swear to God, you bring her back. You hear me, you bring your ass back here right now!"

The screen flickers for an even longer moment, Nat turns to Sam with a remorseful look, "Sam, we’re about to lose all communication."

Sam turns to Tony with a pleading, frantic expression, "Tony, there's gotta be something we can do. Pull them out of stealth mode! Go after them! Do something!"

"I'm trying!" Tony frustratedly exclaims. "If I could do that it wouldn't be much of a stealth mode would it?"

"Tony...."

"Romanov, buy me some more time, keep him talking," Tony orders.

"Come on, big guy, pl-" Nat's words are abruptly cut off with a blank screen.

Sam's eyes flash over to Natasha, "What just happened? Nat, what just happened?"

"He just shut us off."

"Now what?"

"They could be anywhere."

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Drabble request:

somehow, some way, Tinky manages to smush Abstinence Camp Lautski and NPMD Lautski into the same realtit

this idea has been ROTATING in my brain forever thank you goodnight

OH MY GOD-

Anon you can't just give me an idea like that and then duck out!!! And with no way to find out who you are either???

Anyway, that's cool as hell, let's get this show on the road!

Steph didn't know when she started seeing double, but at some point, she started swearing she could see... Another of her. Exactly the same in appearance... Mannerisms...

The other her was perfectly fine with everything until the moment the two of them locked eyes across the way. Then she just stared, stock still, unable to believe what she was seeing, or what the hell was going on. Out of an instinct she didn't know, Steph had beckoned her over, trying to pretend like any of this was normal.

It took a while, but the two of them managed to air things out. Stephanie- which the stranger decided upon because it was slightly easier- said she thought something was off earlier that morning, but given that Hatchetfield was notorious for never changing, she couldn't place anything wrong.

Steph had to agree. Nothing ever changed in Hatchetfield, and frankly, she wouldn't notice if anything was wrong either.

Neither of them could make sense of it. Stephanie said she'd not come alone, and after that the two of them came to an arrangement. She was going to find the friend she'd mentioned, and Steph was going to meet her again with the one person she thought might be able to make ends of any of this catastrophic mess. If he couldn't by himself, then the four of them likely could, in any case...

Pete was smart. Logical. He probably knew all sorts that she couldn't even comprehend. That's why she decided to call him first. In her head, even if he couldn't sort this out, he would at least make an effort to get things to make more sense.

"... Hey, Steph!"

He picked up quickly. He always did. And he always seemed so happy to hear from her. The very thought of it brought a smile to her face. "Hey, Pete." Before she could set them off into one of their long conversations, she needed to get to the point. Otherwise they would never get to it. "Uh, I've got a bit of a problem here..."

"A problem? What kinda problem?" She heard the creaking of his bedframe as he sat down. Damnit, now she had to make it make sense to herself, too! She seriously tried to think, to break it down, but nothing was working. There was no sensible way of explaining that she had seen and spoken to another version of herself. Eventually, she just sighed.

"I don't think that I can explain it well enough..."

Another creak. "Take your time, I'm not going anywhere."

"No, uh- I really don't think I can explain... I think you gotta come see this for yourself." Yeah, that was a good way around it. He could make his own judgements if he just saw it plain. Better than her trying to work it out in a few words.

"Sure... Okay. If that's- uh- if that works better?"

She nodded, knowing full well that he couldn't see her. "Yeah, maybe it will. How fast can you get to the park?"

He hummed. "The park? From here? I can be there in maybe ten minutes? How's that?"

"That's perfect. Thanks so much..."

Steph left him alone, and immediately, he sunk back, his brow furrowed in thought. There was a lot to think about, after all. She had left him with a fair deal for consideration. For someone who was normally so good with words, it was strange to have her so inarticulate. He needed to see something, and apparently, that was the only way she could properly explain it. Sure, it seemed a little weird, and Steph seemed a little apprehensive, but he hoped that she was right, that it would make sense when he got there.

No, of course it could. Steph knew what she was talking about, it would totally make more sense when he saw... Whatever it was she wanted him to see. He pulled on his shoes and left without much of a second thought.

In no more than a quarter of an hour, he'd reached the park. Steph was waiting for him on a bench, and waved him over as soon as she saw him. He quickened his pace until he'd reached the bench, and then they started to walk together.

"So, what's the problem?" He asked, glancing behind him.

"This is weird as hell... But, this morning, I swore to god that I was seeing double, but I was wrong..."

"Seeing double? In what way?"

They'd made their way across the park, and instead of an explanation, Steph pointed over at one of the larger trees in the grove, to a girl, who was leaning against it, talking to a boy on the floor.

Pete stared, adjusted his glasses, and stared again. They were far enough away that it wasn't obvious, which was lucky on his behalf, because he was able to do little else. He didn't have to ask for an explanation; it was right there in front of him. "Holy shit, is that _you_?"

"Yeah, it's super weird. When I saw her, I felt this kinda... Connection? Like, I knew straight away that she and I were the same... If you know what I mean."

He didn't. But he nodded anyway, making a note to himself that _this was just another thing he had to get an answer for, if he could._ "Not to mention you look... Pretty much exactly the same."

"Creepy, right?" The two of them approached the pair by the tree, and Steph raised a hand in greeting. "Stephanie, hey! This is the guy I was talking about, the one who might be able to make sense of what's going on here?"

"Well, maybe... No promises," Pete smiled, rubbing the back of his neck. He held out his free hand in the direction of the familiar stranger. "I'm Peter."

He watched Stephanie's eyes widen. She looked at the boy on the ground, then took Pete's hand with a soft smile that still somehow managed to portray all of that warmth and brightness that he knew so well. "This can't be a coincidence..."

Pete also glanced down to the boy on the ground. He was around his age, with large glasses and a head of curly brown hair. When their eyes locked, Pete saw something flash and dance between them. Something yellow, like a crackle of lightning.

It felt familiar, and something in Pete's brain clicked. The pieces started to fit together; the coincidence, the surprise etched on Stephanie's face, even the way that boy was looking at him... 

He nodded slowly. "Let me guess... You're Peter, too? Peter... Spankoffski, by any chance?"

"Yeah. Steph filled me in," Peter nodded towards Stephanie, who raised her eyebrows. "I think I might know what's going on?"

"Really?" Steph asked, impressed.

"Well, not exactly, but it does kinda make sense... In a way. I could probably work it out."

Pete looked to Stephanie. "We'll make this easier. Call me Pete, then."

The situation as far as the four of them could work out was as follows. Steph and Pete hadn't felt any kind of displacement or anything wrong with the world. Both would've been fully content to take it at the same level as any other Saturday. Maybe they would've hung out together anyway. Maybe they would've taken advantage of Solomon being so busy with preparations for the Honey Festival...

Neither of them had noticed anything was wrong at all until Stephanie came into the picture. Stephanie did. Peter was convinced he'd mistaken the feeling for something else. Now there was two of both of them. What was weirder still was the fact that the two Stephs looked near enough identical to one another, while the two Petes couldn't be more different.

The crackles of familiarity were mutual. Pete knew to recognise his double through nothing more than that spark.

"While we figure out how the hell you got here, and maybe how the hell to get you back..." Pete sat down on the ground near to his double, and glanced between he and Stephanie. "How about you guys tell us what we're missing out on?"

"What you're missing out on?" Stephanie asked, folding her arms over her chest.

"i'm just assuming we don't have identical lives, but who knows, huh?"

"What about you two?" Peter asked curiously. "You seem... Close, right? How'd that happen?" There was a smile playing on his lips, one that suggested his seemingly genuine interest at finding out how Pete and Steph managed to find each other.

"Close?" Steph echoed, amused. "I guess you could say that... Well, we got close after he let me cheat off him for a bilogy pop quiz."

Peter's eyes widened. Pete laughed. "Don't look at me like that! I was sitting in earshot, what else was I gonna do?"

Peter realised a little too quickly that he'd have done exactly the same thing if he was in earshot of someone like Stephanie Lauter too, there was absolutely no argument about it. He sat back against his hands with a resigning shrug, and let Steph try to continue her story.

"After that, it was like everything happened at once. Max Jägerman- uh, you know him, right?"

Stephanie nodded. "Yeah, sure, I know him. The backup QB. Everyone in school knows Jägerman."

"Backup? Wait, who's the quarterback for you guys?"

"Brad Callaghan."

"Asshole," Peter muttered under his breath, and Stephanie hummed in agreement. "Jägerman too, while we're on that. Anyway, uh- what about him?"

"He... Went missing." Steph was trying to cover her ass and Pete's at the same time. She was going to admit that Max turned up dead, but for the sake of both of them, she was going to deter as far as possible from the fact that they were technically the ones who killed him. "Things started to go downhill fast after that. He turned up dead, So did a couple other kids in our grade."

"Then the mayor, too. And a couple others," Pete added all too hesitantly. He was also trying to avoid thinking about what has happened in the Waylon Place that night, evem though the memory of it wasn't so much haunting as a major guilt trip. He knew he shouldn't feel bad about Max; he made their lives a living hell, and he still didn't feel bad about what happened, so to speak. Especially since it was an accident and the three of them had the memories to prove it. "But this is where it gets less believeable. See, all of those killings... Were done by Max. He came back, y'know? Back from the dead..."

"Woah..." Stephanie whispered, straightening up from against the tree.

"No shit?" Peter, however, leaned forwards, his intent gaze fixed on Pete. He lifted a hand to adjust his glasses, and saw his double nod. "Jeez..."

"We're the lucky ones," Pete hummed. "We're still here... Can't say that about the others, mind. Once we got rid of Max... That was it. They were as dead as he was..." He sighed heavily. Ruth and Richie were never not on his mind, not as things stood. He'd allowed himself to geel guilty about that over everything else, but he didn't have a reason to feel bad about Max. Those two were a different story entirely...

Steph sensed his discomfort at the topic, and for good reason too. He was still far from being able to think about anything else that wasn't his friends, now that the whole thing had blown over and everything had settled in. So she tried to change the subject quickly, turning towards Peter. "So what's your story then? How'd you two meet?"

"This is the stupidest story ever." Steph defended quickly, rolling her eyes. "Both of us got shipped off to fucking idonwannabang."

This seemed to resonate somewhere in Pete's mind, and he blinked. "Damn, wait, really? Peter, was that Ted's idea?"

Peter nodded, seemingly more drawn back than he was moments ago.

"You got scammed, man. D'you really think he of all people woulda survived that place?"

"It wasn't one of his best ideas, that's for sure..."

The tense change sunk in. Pete didn't want to think that as the immediate possibility, but what else made sense with the way Peter phrased it? He held his breath, hoping it was just another case of his overactive mind jumping to conclusions again. "... Wasn't?"

Peter frowned, exhaling a sigh that was probably a lot deeper than he expected it to be. "Yeah. Wasn't. You say you're the lucky ones? Heh, yeah... Me too."

"What... What happened to him?"

"I don't know. Never will. He was the one who dropped me off, but by the time summer was over, he was- he was fucking gone. I... don't want to ask."

[ahgasegotarmy116]

another drunk drabble from dilf, please - Z

"I loooooove this wine Jungkook like looove" I slur, my body seemly going in slow motion as I take another drink of it and end up spilling half of it on myself.

"Oh! Oopsies!" I giggle to myself as Jungkook watches me make a complete fool of myself from the other side of the table.

"Remind me to never let you drink anymore when we meet" he says while rubbing his temples, not amused at the result of this little dinner he had planned.

"Why nooooott? I looooove drinking when I'm around you. You seem less mean when I do" I hiccup and giggle again, completely gone after my fourth glass.

"Alright Angel I think that's enough of that. Time to get you out of this dress and into bed" he says, standing up and walking over to where I'm seated.

I gasp at his words and hold my hand out, keeping him at arms length. "You wouldn't take advantage of me while I was drunk now would you?" I say, blinking slowly while I watch his figure fade in and out of focus.

"No I wouldn't because knowing you you would probably throw up from all the positions I had planned on having you in tonight" he says, grabbing my forearm and pulling me up from my chair.

"Owww" I whine while he pulls me into the bedroom, dragging my feet the whole way.

"You know, I thought you couldn't be anymore difficult than how you usually are but you never cease to amaze me" he says while not even bothering to let up on his grip.

As we enter the bedroom he sits me down on the bed, kneeling before me and taking off my heels. "I can do it myself" I whine trying to do so but he swats my hands away, knowing full well I couldn't undo the straps on them no matter how hard I tried.

"Get up" he says pulling me to my feet and turning me around to unzip my dress. "Fuck why did I make you wear this?" he curses, looking at the black lingerie set he sent to my house today.

He slides the dress off of me and unhooks my bra before pulling back the covers and tucking me in.

"Who knew you could be such a gentleman" I tease, sighing as I snuggle into the blankets. "Go to sleep y/n" he orders, done with my antics. "Okay okay I'm goingggg" I say, closing my eyes but opening them moments later when I hear him moving around.

He brings me a glass of water and sets it down on the nightstand as well as brings the little trash can over to set on the floor beside the bed.

"If you need to puke try to get it in here alright?" he says and I can't stop myself from rolling my eyes. "Roll those eyes at me one more time Angel and you'll regret it" he warns and I laugh, not being able to take anything he says seriously.

"Aye aye captain" I say while saluting him before turning on my side to face away from him.

"Hey!" I call out when I feel a harsh slap on my ass. "Keep it up baby, keep it up" he says making good on his promise. "You're no fun" I pout, facing away from him again.

"And you're too much fun now just shut up and go to sleep" he grumbles, walking over to the window and plopping down on the armchair in front of it.

"You're staying?" I ask curiously, confused as to why he would bother hanging around. "Someone's gotta make sure you don't choke and die in your sleep" he says while mindlessly scrolling through his phone, not even bothering to spare me a glance.

"So cute" I say, humming in contentment, thankful for having a little guardian tonight even though most of the time he's the devil incarnate.

"Go. To. Sleep" he growls, punctuating every word and all I can do is giggle in response before slowly drifting off to sleep.

"Just you wait Angel. You're going to hate the rude awakening I'm gonna give you" Jungkook taunts my sleeping form, thinking of all the ways he plans to torture me...

[finalgirlkateausten]

“ can you stop?! i’m pregnant, for crying out loud, it’s not like i’m made of glass! “ for the fix-it verse if it works, and if not just something with rhekker please? 💗

This absolutely works in the fix-it verse and I am going to make it angsty :) Also, a drabble with scene breaks?? Who am I????

CW for pregnancy, hospitals, and discussion of childbirth/premature labor/etc

Ava would laugh at Connor actually bothering to move her breakfast closer to her on the table, except that he's legitimately taking himself seriously, and fussing with the tilt of the bed, too. Sure, bed rest means she's not supposed to move too much, but this is a little extreme.

"Can you stop?" she sighs, moving his hand away from the buttons on the side of the hospital bed. "I'm pregnant, but for crying out loud, that doesn't mean I'm made of glass!"

"Avey, that may have been true a week ago," her fiance says, "but now you're literally in labor. And it's more than ten weeks early."

"I'm not in labor, that's the problem," she grumbles. "God, I know it's good for these babies to stay put for as long as they can, but now I just have to wait, knowing anything could go wrong... do you know how high the risk of infection is with a prematurely ruptured amniotic sac? And if any of them ends up with a respiratory infection, that utterly defeats the purpose of waiting at all."

"I know, I know, there's a lot to worry about," Connor agrees, fidgeting in the armchair next to her. "But that's what the steroids are for, remember? The longer you wait, the stronger these three get... and I'm right here with you, Avey, whatever you need."

She takes his hand with her left and uses her right to pick up the slightly burnt toast, which Connor has already smeared with strawberry jelly at her request. "I just feel like I'm bad at this part."

Connor's face is the picture of confusion. "Honey, no, you're doing amazing. You're working so hard."

"Then why do I feel so fucking terrible?" Ava squeezes his hand, searching his concerned expression for any reassurance. "I thought I was handling everything so well, but now-- god, it's not even physically, I just feel like everything is constantly moving too fast, and my anxiety is through the goddamn roof..." she trails off, letting go of him and abandoning her untouched toast in favor of burying her face in her hands.

Almost immediately, she feels him rubbing her back. "Did you ever talk to your doc about going back up a little after he cut your meds?"

"I didn't think it was going to get bad enough," she mutters.

"We can get someone in here," he offers.

She groans at the thought of suffering through a hospital psych eval. "I don't know..."

"Just think about it, baby," he encourages. "If it'll make you feel better..."

Ava humphs in protest, shifting back upright and rubbing her cumbersome baby bump. She can hardly breathe bent over with three tiny bodies taking up all the space in there.

A moment later, her nurse comes in for the routine checks. "Your heart rate is still consistently a little higher than we want," she hums, "and I'm not a big fan of your blood pressure, either. We may have to start you on some meds for that."

"It's not cardiovascular," she groans. "It's just my anxiety. I'm not on my full-strength medication, and now I'm stuck in the hospital for who knows how long..."

Her nurse frowns at that. "Well, alright. We might have someone come talk to you later, then."

Ava smiles wryly. "Just what I wanted."

She manages to finish her breakfast after the nurse leaves, and then with Connor rubbing her back, she closes her eyes in the hopes of dozing. "Get some rest, babe," he encourages, and she mumbles incoherently in response.

Sleep is a blessing at this point.

----

Connor is loathe to leave Ava for even a minute at this point, but while she's sleeping she won't miss him, and besides, he's on a mission. He has to poke around the psych floor for a little bit before he finds who he's looking for, and since he's in street clothes, he even gets redirected a few times before he manages to sneak on through.

"Sarah!"

She yelps and startles in surprise, turning in her office chair with a hand over her heart. "Jesus, Connor, you scared me! Why aren't you up on the maternity floor?"

"'Cause I need a psych consult," he explains. "Ava's in rough shape, and I think someone needs to look at her meds again, but that's a low priority up in obstetrics."

"Okay," Sarah says slowly, "so what you do, is you find the doctor, and you ask if there's any way they can make a psych eval happen, and then the doctor calls us--"

"C'mon, Sarah," he groans, "do me a solid? Besides, Ava will feel better if it's you..."

She purses her lips, turns to scowl at her computer, and then checks her watch. "Alright. You're lucky you got me between patients."

"Thanks so much," he says, sighing in relief as he claps her on the shoulder. "We really appreciate it, Sarah."

"Let's walk and talk," she says, grabbing the tablet off her desk. "What are her current medications, just so I know what I'm working with?"

Connor explains as best he can as they return to the maternity floor, and he'd been right in thinking Ava would be more relaxed with a friendly face, because she answers questions and explains her symptoms with a remarkable lack of resistance, compared to the other doctors they've been talking to over the past few days. And then Sarah leaves to converse with Ava's actual doctors, and it turns out the initial plan is to try a light sedative that's approved for pregnancy in the hopes of a more immediate effect on Ava's emotional state.

He anxiously watches his fiancee's face for any indication that she's upset with the idea, but she nods and lets them administer it, holding his hand with her right as they run the meds into her IV. Sure, Connor's not thrilled about her being more out of it and sleepy and less able to answer his frequent and slightly pointless questions about her wellbeing, but that's a selfish reason to protest. So he keeps his mouth shut and holds onto Ava as they wait for the meds to kick in.

"Connor," she mumbles, already having been dozing before he'd brought Sarah in, "will you come hold me?"

"Yeah, of course," he says, carefully climbing onto the bed with her. Seven months in, they've both become experts at cuddling in spite of her baby bump, so he spoons her along her back and massages her shoulders, one hand drifting to rest on her belly. "How are you feeling?"

"Cold," she mumbles. "Tired."

"I'll keep you warm," he says, making a mental note to ask a nurse for a blanket the next time one comes in. "You can go back to sleep."

"Am I just gonna be in a fog for the rest of this?"

"I don't know," he answers truthfully. "You can talk to the doctors in a little while if it ends up being too much."

"I'll accept being in a fog if it means I can stop being scared every single second," she sighs, her voice getting quieter and quieter.

Connor kisses her hair. "I don't want you to be scared."

She leans back into him, her eyes closed now. "I'm... tired."

"Good," he murmurs, still rubbing her shoulders. "Get some rest."

"You'll stay?"

"Of course. I'm right here."

Ava hums slowly, and her breathing begins to slow. Connor peppers kisses over her hair and the back of her neck, rubbing her back as she drifts off. "I love you," he whispers.

She doesn't answer, and he just hopes she's finally able to get restful sleep.

[anthonyjlockwood]

You spam me a bit on the last one of these, so now I spam you! *Evil laugh*

😊🥰📚😂😭💖✨🔁

aaaaaaaaaa okay fine maybe i deserve this 😂

😊 A fic that made you smile on a bad day

answered here!

🥰 A fic that gives you warm fuzzy feelings

answered here!

I'm... going to put the rest of this under a read more I think, there are too many questions 😂

📚 A fic you wish you could display on your bookshelf

Ugh, i love everything about this fic. the plot, pacing, concept, characterization, setting..... EVERYTHING. the readability (is that a word? i'm making it a word) is great and I remember reading it towards the beginning of my JATP journey, so there's an undertone of nostalgia involved with this one, too!

Fic summary:

“Oh! Apparently, there are 36 questions that are designed to make anyone fall in love with anyone,” Reggie says, eyes wandering over the page. “That sounds easy.” Luke peers at the article and snorts. “Yeah, right. You mean to tell me that if I do these with Bobby’s dad, I will fall in love with him? Sounds likely.” Reggie shrugs, a grin tugging at his lips when he meets Luke’s eyes. “We could try it. Scared to actually fall in love with me, Patterson?”

or, Luke takes Reggie on a camping trip to the woods in an attempt to cure his writer's block and gets a little more than he bargained for.

by @sunsetcurveofficial / goodluckgettingtosleep on ao3

😂 A fic that made you laugh out loud

This one makes me laugh because, while it does have some funny moments, I also actually just laugh that there’s angst in it at all, and that it’s my fault 😂

Fic Summary: Luke hears a rumor about Julie, and decides to confront her. Silliness ensues.

by @valiantlyweepingdreamer / BoyMom on ao3

😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

OH MY GODDDD, this fic 😭😭😭

Any fic that deals with Luke running away/Luke's feelings in general, I tend to gravitate towards, because those are also the kinds of fics I like to write. But THIS ONE... definitely one of my favorites, and it's one that I don't think I've talked about too much. The whole journey this fic goes through, of Luke navigating his feelings about running away and letting his friends be there for him, is AMAZING.

Fic Summary:

Reggie studies him for a moment; Luke can practically hear the cogs turning in his head. He squints his eyes and tilts his head a few degrees before asking: “Do you think you made a mistake, Luke?”

There’s no judgement in his voice, no expectation for a certain answer, just pure curiosity, and maybe a hint of friendly concern. Luke lets out a frustrated groan before throwing his hands up.

“I don’t know! There are, like, wanted posters out for me, Reg!” he exclaims, voice pitched embarrassingly high. “Doesn’t that mean the police are involved? There’s probably a huge investigation going on or something. Fuck.” - or, being a teenage runaway is harder than it looks. luke would tell you that he’s handling it pretty well, given the circumstances. his friends would tell you that’s a blatant, bold-faced lie. but don’t worry—they’re working on it.

by @cassiopeiakaleidoscope / cassiopeiakaleidoscope on ao3

💖 A drabble that made you want 100K more words

i don’t think this qualifies as a drabble but i absolutely would read a 100,000 word version of THIS ONE

Fic Summary: Bobby has some Thoughts, and Luke won’t leave him alone until they’re gone.

by @tillstarscollided / tillstarscollided on ao3

(seriously emi WHERE'S THE LUKEBOBBY FIC OP 👀😂)

and!! i actually have two answers to this!

THIS ONE THIS ONE THIS ONE

Fic Summary: Bobby is a winter sunrise, and Luke is happy to revolve around him.

Ughhh @valiantlyweepingdreamer I need several thousand more words of this one too, please 😂

✨ A fic you wish you could read again for the first time

this one……… one of my favorites ever <3

Fic Summary:

“It’s three in the morning, Luke!” The phone on her nightstand glows brightly, a sharp contrast to the rest of the room. It takes the blue light boring into her brain, forcibly waking it up, for the situation to sink in. When Julie turns back to Luke, her outrage has faded into alarm. “What’s going on?”

Thunder rumbles in the distance; a lightning flash illuminates Luke’s face. Ice water floods Julie’s stomach, drenching her like the storm outside. She‘s never seen Luke so frightened before — not about the jolts, not about crossing over, not even when he remembers dying. Luke isn’t afraid of things, usually. Tonight, he looks terrified.

“It’s Reggie,” Luke says, shaking his head. “You gotta come. Something’s wrong.”

( side effects of coming back from the dead may include... 4. you can get sick. really sick. )

by @julies-butterflies / thessalonike (starblessed) on ao3

and finally...

🔁 A fic you’ve re-read several times

The Luke and Ray dynamic is so beloved to me… I don’t even know why, I just love them 😂

Fic Summary:

Luke doesn’t know when his mom yelling at him became preferable to the quiet conversations, the ones where she’d squeeze his knee and remind him that she wasn’t mad, that she loved him, that she just didn’t understand why he kept putting his music before her and their relationship. All he knows is that when he was younger, her approval meant everything, and when she’d choose soft words and a softer tone over harsh tellings off, it would dig deep, but it was a relief, not to be yelled at.

Please pay heed to the trigger warnings

by @a-tomb-with-a-view / A_Tomb_With_A_View on ao3

[familyvideostevie]

emma, i adore everything you write, seriously. you've quickly become one of my fav writers here on tumblr, and whenever i'm in need of some comfort i come to your blog and reread one of your fics. ♡

if you're still taking requests, how about either steve or eddie tying a ribbon (or anything, really) on reader's ring finger as a makeshift wedding ring while they're talking about marriage? like, all domestic and fluff.

it could be a baby blurb or a drabble...anything, really. and no worries if you can't/don't wanna write this! ily anyways <3

also, congrats on 500 followers ♡♡♡

amy hi!!! i am such a fan of your blog, this means the world to me!!!!! i really really loved writing this for you, so i hope you like it!! come say hi anytime please <3 this was just screaming eddie and his rings to me in a post-graduation moment<3 | 1.1k, fem!reader, fluff fluff fluff

"I can't believe it's over," Eddie says. You're tucked into his side where you both flopped down onto his bed. His fresh high school diploma is propped up on his desk and his green gown lays crumpled on the floor. The entire group had shown up for the ceremony and you have a stack of polaroids in your pocket of everyone and the new grad. It's been a wonderful day.

"I thought Higgins was going to cry when he shook your hand," you say. "He looked so relieved when you walked off stage." Eddie's palm traces up and down your arm lazily, his other hand playing with your fingers on his chest.

"Me and him both." He hums, a sound you feel in your bones since you're so close. "Thought Wayne was gonna crack a rib when he hugged me." He sounds unbearably fond and a little in awe. Eddie has never stopped being surprised at how much people love him. It's been kind of an overwhelming day as a result, which is why you're taking a breather here before you head out to his graduation party.

"He's proud of you, Eddie," you scold him. "We all are. I am."

"Gotta figure out what's next, I guess." He's quiet for a few moments and you sling a leg over his, turning so you can see his face better.

"Well, what do you want to do?"

"No idea, sweetheart." He looks down at you, taking his time roaming over your face. "Never got that far in the planning." The only thing he's been sure about is you.

"We could stay here. Get jobs and stick around and make sure the kiddos graduate high school."

"Think Harrington could get me a job at Family Video?" he snickers. You roll your eyes.

"Or we could move out of Hawkins, try somewhere new?"

"We'd have to come back sometimes," he reminds you. "Otherwise we'd never hear the end of it." You adopt a serious expression and nod.

"Of course." His eyes are sparkling and he looks so happy. You want to look at him forever. "Maybe Corroded Coffin will go on tour and you'll be a super mega rockstar."

"Nah," he says. He brushes some hair off of your face, the pads of his fingers gentle on your forehead. "I'd miss you too much."

"I keep saying 'we' for a reason, Eddie." You feel shy all of a sudden for having to spell it out for him and your face heats. "Where you go, I go." The way his eyes soften and his mouth forms an 'o' would be funny in another circumstance, but all you feel is tenderness.

"I see," he whispers. "So you wanna stick around then, huh? Hitch a ride on the Munson express?" You burst into laughter and smack his chest lightly before sitting up.

"We were having a moment!" you sputter out, giggles overwhelming you. He follows you up, turning on the bed so his knee presses into your thigh.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Bring the moment back." His hair is a bit of a mess so you run your fingers through it though you know you'll never succeed in taming it. "I just had a thought," he says, softer, eyes on your movements.

"Oh dear," you mumble. He smirks but continues.

"Think about the future for a second, yeah? Me and you doing whatever we want wherever we end up."

"Sounding good so far, Eddie." He reaches up and pulls your hands down into his lap, tracing your knuckles with his thumbs. His expression is earnest and fond and maybe a little nervous.

"And we decide that we want to make things a little more official. Since you're it for me."

"And you're it for me," you say back, your usual refrain. The realization at where he's going with this makes your fingers tingle and your eyes start to burn. You feel like your heart is going to burst open. Eddie seems to realize that you're catching on so he hurries his words.

"So we have a little party and invite all of our friends and somewhere in between the drinking and the music we get --"

"Married," you breathe out. "You wanna marry me, Munson? Is this a proposal?" You wouldn't mind if it was, but you know this is something that's far down the line.

"No," he says. "Wait, yes. Yes I want to marry you. No this isn't a proposal. Not a real one, anyway."

"Okay," you reply. "Just checking." You know that Eddie loves you but this feels like something else. It feels bigger. It feels forever.

"So, what do you think about that?" he asks. You realize you never gave him an answer, however hypothetical it may be. You surge forward to kiss him and land a little left of his mouth in your excitement. He laughs and you try again, this time taking his bottom lip between yours so that he might get a clue as to how you're feeling.

"I think that sounds great," you say when you pull away. He untangles your hands and pulls off one of his rings. "Eddie, oh god, I'll lose that, you don't have to --"

"Doesn't matter if you do, sweetheart," he says. "I just wanna see what it feels like for a second." You're a little confused but surrender to him as he lifts your right hand and then furrows his brows.

"Oh, shit. Wait, is it left or right hand?"

"Baby," you say, unable to contain the smile on your face. "I have no idea." He holds his hands up in front of him and flicks his eyes between them before coming to a decision.

"Left, I think. Let's go with that." He gently picks up yours and slides the metal onto your ring finger. You both gasp as he does it. He just holds you there, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Looks good," Eddie says, voice a little raw. "Looks real good." He brings your hand up to his mouth so he can kiss the new addition. If this gets any more tender you might explode, so you surge forward again to kiss him.

"I love you," you say into his mouth. "I love you so much." He moves to kiss down your jaw, your throat.

"I love you," he replies between pecks. "Gonna marry you someday." You groan at his words as he sucks a spot on your collarbone.

"We're gonna be late to your own party, right?" He pulls away to grin wolfishly.

"That's the plan." You can't believe you get to have him forever. You can't wait.

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[hotxcheeto]

Can I request a Samantha giddings x fem!reader romance? :)

━ 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅

𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Sam Giddings x Fem!Reader 

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, fluff, mention of grief ( josh ), kissing

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - I didn't have much to go off lol so here's this cute little drabble / one-shot of them just being domestically cute ig, sorry this took so long!! haven't been doing super well lately! ty for the rq!

"Is that my sweater?" You asked quietly, Sam tying her hair back before turning her body to look at you. "I don't know, is it?" She said it while biting back a smile, shrugging before turning back to the mirror.

"I don't know it looks eerily similar to one I have." It was your turn to joke this time, sitting up while tossing your phone aside onto the mattress. "Like I mean exact shade and style." "We must have the same one."

"Oh yeah?" She nodded, turning away from the mirror and taking long strides over to your side of the bed. Your hand instinctively going to her thigh as she set her hand down on your shoulder and massaged it.

"It looks better on me anyway." You laughed at that, though with a slight scoff, playfully smacking her hip. "Rude." "You look good in everything... but this sweater." "Oh, but what about that shirt you were wearing yesterday?" "That one too." "Ah."

You shook your head, Sam moving to crawl across you to get to her side of the bed. Falling down onto the pillow while looking at you with a smile.

"It smells like you." "I think I got that." You giggled, laying down beside your girlfriend, smelling her fresh mint breath and shampoo. "And it feels like you." "That's creepy." "Aw, I think it's cute."

Sam leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your nose. Your head then moving to catch her lips in a kiss, tasting of her toothpaste and cherry chapstick, smiling halfway through.

"I was thinking, tomorrow night we should make those vegan chicken nuggets." "Their not chicken." "Oh shut it, you know what I mean." You hummed, wrapping a strand of her blonde hair around your finger.

"What if I think they're the grossest things in the world and are hospitalized after eating them?" "Well that's certainly a chain of events." You huffed, pulling a throw blanket over you.

"Well I'm thinking realistically." "Oh yeah babe, real realistic."

Sam smiled as you pulled the small blanket over her as well, snuggling up close to the girl before sighing.

"They're actually good food and not shit you just want me to try?" "I promise, I really think you'll like them, my dad liked them."

Sam swore your eyes lit up at that, after days of pleading to share the giant box of tenders with her, that was what finally got you to break.

"He did?" "Seriously?" "Answer the question." "Yes Y/n." "Then fine, I will try your vegan fake chicken things."

Sam would've said something snarky, but knowing you, you would have denied trying them, argued and then fell asleep all in five minutes.

"Thank you, you're gonna like them." "You better hope." "Oh, what're you gonna do to me if you don't?"

You pretended to think for a moment before pretending to come to a conclusion. Grinning.

"I'll lock you in the closet and feed you vegan goldfish crackers through the floor gap."

"Oh and what to drink?"

"Baby waters every three days. Juice boxes if you're good."

"How sweet of you."

"I know you're lucky I love you."

Sam moved to snuggle into your shoulder, laying your cheek against her forehead.

"Are you excited for Josh's getaway, memorial party bash?" "No, the guy needs therapy, time to grieve, I'm not so sure going back to the place the twins disappeared from is the best idea."

Same hummed in semi-agreeance, looking forward at your TV playing and then at the snowy, fogged window.

"I thought so too." "But maybe this'll help him cope, or something. Maybe give him closure or... I really don't know. I call him at least once a week, he seems... okay. But how much can you really get over a phone call?"

"I think it'll do him some good having us around." You nodded, Sam feeling you move, her eyes slowly beginning to droop while watching the colors of the screen flash along the walls of your shared bedroom.

Inhaling the smell of you in her sweater and the one you'd put on earlier. Her acrylic nails running along your the bare back of your hand.

"I love you y'know that?" She then mumbled looking up at you, tapping your nose with her finger. "Thanks." "Really?" "I love you too Sammy."

"Even when I still your clothes?" "Especially when you steal my clothes."

[vaguely-yandere]

OH MY GAWD U RESPONDED SO QUICKLY! i thought i was hallucinating LOLOL

omg but author dearest i love your writing <333 I LOVE UR BLOG!! and a lot of people will, im sure of it!! im just waiting for people to come flooding into ur inbox <3333 youre going to be so popular regardless of how many followers you get everyone will love you <33 your content appeals to a very specific genre of reader and people eat this shit up! aka ME !! also sorry but im still brainrotting over that drabble you wrote!! proof of ur power >>>>

imagine if sensitive yandere’s little shenanigans are so extreme to the point where they just. buy out the whole aisle of those instant noodles LOL (seriously, where are they getting this money?) and by some act of god, you come stumbling into the aisle only to find all of your favorite instant noodle brand in the same strangers cart. youre all like ‘aw man theres no more (i thought they said they would be in stock today!)’ and turn to leave. in that moment… sensitive yanderes gotta make a choice! because this silly little grocery store has, yet again, brought the two of you together, and youre about to leave. leave them. also the thought of making you indirectly disappointed in them by buying up your favorite comfort food is possibly worse than reaching out to you to give you a packet.

hmmmm… what to do, what to do….

thank you, thank you! i usually respond very quickly because i am, as the kids would say, "chronically online" (i don't think im using that term correctly) and i guess my specialty is catering towards hyper specific readers! <3

the sensitive yandere would have a couple of choices here. reach out and offer you some (but they'd embarrass themselves, they aren't ready yet and you'd also have to pay for it!), buy it all really really fast and race to give all of it to you (doesn't matter if they end up starving, they can feed off your love!), or maybe they could break in again? no no, that'd be too much, they don't wanna scare you!

but i think what we're forgetting here is that the sensitive yandere is a chronic over thinker by nature. the poor thing just can't help it! it's the reason why they just get so nervous and anxious around you, why they feel like their body is about to explode with love! one touch could lead to a billion, sharing the same air as you is one step closer to sharing a home with you, one moment in your presence is one step closer to always being there for you. always. so! being an over thinker, they've already thought through this scenario. not this exact one, but similar.

you hear a quiet voice behind you and you were just going to ignore it, assuming someone was mumbling to themselves but there was just this weird feeling of intensity radiating behind you that you couldn't let go of, your gut just screaming at you that something was wrong. so, you turned around and faced a stranger with their face primarily covered with a nearly completely drawstringed shut hoodie.

"uh. yeah?" you ask, putting on a polite smile. the person in front of you was wracked with shivers, even with their hands in their pocket you could see how their body shaked and quivered.

"do you.. need something?"

the stranger let out a few pants before finally answering you. "um. i uh. grabbed the last.. of the- of the noodles. did you need some?" they mumbled, barely making their way through the sentence. you could see one of their eyes, just barely, staring directly at the floor, unblinking and wide as a dinner plate and either their eyes were black or their pupils were insanely big.

"oh n-.." you were going to refuse but.. well, you were hungry and really craving these so maybe just taking a few wouldn't hurt! besides, you'd only need enough to tide you over until they restocked next time. "uh, yea! yes please, that'd be amazing, thank you so much!" you grin wide at the stranger, your gut still telling you something was wrong but maybe it was just a false alarm. you were a naturally anxious person and you really shouldn't judge people by their looks.

the stranger seemed to have a hard time properly holding the cup of noodles, holding it very weirdly, (who picks things up by the very edge?) so you took it upon yourself to gently take it from them, ever so slightly letting your thumbnail brush against the side of their hand. they completely froze up, allowing you to take the item from their stiff grasp, not even moving as you slowly took four more packages from their cart, staring at them and wondering what the fuck was wrong with them. (ew, why was the one that they were holding wet?)

"um. thank you..?"

they didn't move. were they breathing? you couldn't really see their face well so you had no idea but they were still standing so you had to assume something was fine.

"thaaaaanks..." you say again, slowly moving away. don't question it. ask stupid questions, win stupid prizes.

meanwhile, the sensitive yandere has tears spilling rapidly out of their tear ducts as it finally sinks in just how long it had been since someone had touched them. they swore, they could feel your warmth burning their flesh, even thought you only lightly grazed them with your thumbnail. they needed to work harder on their exposure therapy and now, they didn't know how much longer they could take being away from you... maybe they'd leave some more presents and good night kisses for you.

[kithtaehyung]

personalllyyy I want the balcony bit of fireworks from yoongi's pov :) -🌷

hello yes flower, it seems that you have come over here just to hurt me.

3tan drabble: fireworks (balcony), yoongi pov genre: angst wc: 965

“I see someone started the year off right.”

Yoongi figured you were going to say something. Every time he spotted you around the cul de sac after the first countdown, he could tell something was off. Whether that was because of his kiss, or something else, he couldn't take seeing you that way after witnessing you smile the way you did.

“I dunno,” is how he responds, walking over to the railing and wanting to tell you how it went down. Why he wants to do so, he doesn't want to think about too hard. “She damn near ripped my tongue out.”

Your response is immediate and free of any hard feelings. “I don’t blame her. Yours is annoying.”

“Wow.”

He sees a glass being held out for him to toast, and he looks at you before you yell,

“Here’s to a happy fuck last year!”

What did you just say?

“Oh, fuck. I meant—I meant the whole year, not like… Umm.”

Oh. Wow. You really don't know how endearing you are. Yoongi can only laugh before politely toasting. “Happy fuck last year.”

As he takes his swig, he covertly catches you turning to watch the fireworks going off around the blocks, eyes instantly as bright as every single one of them.

Fireworks were never Yoongi's thing. Not just because they're dangerous and sound like something else that can seriously injure people, but they're also way too loud for his tastes.

But up here, far away from the action but still able to watch all the light shows, he's found that they're nice to watch from a distance.

A small sound of excitement pops beside him, drawing his eyes to your completely awestruck form a few feet away.

Do you even know how you look right now? Do you even know he's there anymore? To him, you look lost in your own little world, and he can't help but want to keep you there forever.

“It’s so weird how you can love something you’re afraid of.”

Stilling, Yoongi blinks before turning back to watch the rooftops.

Is he supposed to say something? What does he even say to that? Why does he feel something in his chest?

There's one thing he can default to, though, and his friend is to thank for that. The two of you really are similar. “Geez, you talk just like your brother.”

Your voice is soft when you respond, but still as crisp as the cold night air, “I mean, I dunno. I just think it’s interesting. I love fireworks, but apparently I am terrified of them.”

Yoongi instinctively drinks from his bottle again, wondering what to say as he places it on the railing in front of him. He can relate to your sentiments at surface level, but there's something else in your words that has him contemplative, too. Something he's been thinking about for awhile and hasn't exactly acknowledged.

He thinks he'll give away more than what he's asking, but he says fuck it and does so anyways.

“So you like the idea of them but not the real thing?”

And luckily for him, you don't catch on. Good.

“I guess so. Weird, right?”

No. It's not weird at all. But he wants to choose his words carefully as he stares at the sparkling sky in front of him.

He's glad that he decided to come up here for some peace and quiet after getting jumped multiple times for New Years kisses. No matter how much fun he seemingly had tonight, being up here - with you - will be what he remembers the most.

“Who cares if it’s weird,” he finally responds. “If you love it, that’s just facts.”

You don't respond to him after that, but the people shouting about the next countdown don't allow much more conversation anyway.

“I should go," you say, the sad lilt to your voice not getting past him.

But, dutifully, he lets you. “Yeah.”

“Have a good new year, Yoongi. See you around.”

Well, the moment was nice while it lasted. Besides, he can't have you all to himself for that long. Not at all, in fact. Stuffing cold hands into his jacket, he turns to watch you leave. “Same. See ya.”

After you slide the door shut, Yoongi turns back to the pops of color steady lighting up the neighborhood. 

But, somehow, it’s not as nice to watch anymore. 

It can’t be that simple, can it? It felt perfect when you were standing there, and now it doesn’t? What the hell does that even mean? 

His eyes flicker to where you were before, like doing do would bring you back again so he could have you to himself for a whole lot longer. 

Goddamn it. 

He shouldn’t be having these feelings, especially for you. How were you able to get under his skin so easily? Are these feelings even gonna last? They are outright terrifying—

Terrifying.

Swiping your glass that you left on the railing, Yoongi makes his way to the door that he knows you haven’t left yet. Because of course you haven’t. Your attraction to him is blatantly obvious to him, and the fact that you proved a bit put out by his kiss only served to prove his thoughts. 

When you see him behind the sliding door, he simply watches you, telling himself not to do exactly what the fuck he’s thinking about doing. 

But as he slides it open, Yoongi does it with purpose, his urge to make you happy trumping the logical side of his brain.

“I left my d—”

“Fireworks scare the shit outta me, too.”

And it’s the truth. 

As he finally kisses someone of his own volition that night, he hopes to any higher power that you don’t get what he really means. 

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a/n: flower i hope you’re happy with yourself. because why???? why??