#i was sleeping on the counch

[fangswbenefits]

Consequences

Summary: Miguel’s obsession with you reaches a breaking point, and now he’s left to deal with the consequences.

Pairing: Miguel O’Hara x spider-woman!reader

Word count: 2.5k

18+. Miguel POV. Obsessed and jealous Miguel. Shy/inexperienced sweet reader. Pining. Pillow hump*ng.

Part 1 (if you’re just starting out) - Previous part

Miguel hadn’t managed to get a single second of sleep.

After having heard you mumble that name over and over, he had retreated to the living room, scanning through your file like a madman, hoping he’d find out who this person was.

Tom.

He had Lyla comb through everything, but nothing had come up.

By the time six in the morning rolled around, you exited the room with a long yawn, stretching out your arms, as Miguel sat on his counch, eyeing you intensely.

Still not wearing a bra.

Still in his shirt.

But having mumbled someone else’s name.

Needless to say, this ordeal had effectively killed his boner for good.

It was hard for him to hide his scowl. “Sleep well?”

Your lips curled into a satisfied smile. “Hmm. You?”

Laughable.

He nodded, not wanting his voice to betray his feelings.

“Do you think I can take a shower before I go to the lab?”

“Sure.”

You glared at him, arching an eyebrow. “Is… everything okay?”

“Of course,” he said, clearing his throat. “You have some fresh towels in there.”

“Great!” you chirped happily, disappearing into the bathroom.

Maybe a few hours ago, Miguel O’Hara would have been rock hard from the thought of you being naked with nothing but a door in the way.

But he was having a hard time focusing on anything beyond his blinding jealousy.

Who was Tom? A boyfriend? Family? A pet? Someone random?

Or someone important?

Why didn’t he know about this? Was he overreacting? Maybe there was nothing to be jealous of.

But he was sure of something: he needed answers.

He walked up to the kitchen and brew himself a cup of coffee, needing to deal with the headache that had settled.

Not long after, you emerged from the bathroom, completely soaked in the scent of his body wash, and he nearly gasped at how it completely overtook his senses.

Already in your suit, you quickly dropped by his bedroom to drop off his clothes, and walked right back, bearing a sleepy smile.

“Want something to eat?”

You nodded, sitting on the stool by the counter. “Yes, please. Do you have some fruit?”

He grabbed his cup of coffee and scanned the cupboard. “An apple?”

“Yes!” you beamed.

Miguel offered you one that you immediately brought to your lips, sinking your teeth into the soft surface.

To someone on the outside, this could be considered a moment between a couple who was just getting ready to start the day.

Everything looked very… domestic.

Except, it wasn’t.

Maybe he shouldn’t ask. Would it be too much?

But he had to know. It was eating him alive inside not knowing.

“Who’s Tom?”

Your eyes shot up to meet his and you immediately stopped chewing. “What?”

Miguel tried to appear as casual as possible, but something in your reaction made him regret having asked in the first place.

There was no going back now, so he might as well push for it.

Right?

“I heard you in your sleep,” he went on, taking a sip of his coffee. “You whispered that name.”

Your face had hardened lightly and your gaze dropped to the apple in your hand. “Uh… yeah. I’m sorry if I woke you up.”

I didn’t even sleep…

“Is he family or…?”

You swallowed and slid off the stool, waving a dismissive hand. “It’s no big deal. Wait… what time is it?” you said, tapping your watch. “Oh. I need to head back to the lab.”

At this point, Miguel knew he had maybe fucked up big time, and went into full on panic mode.

“I’m sorry that I asked, I-”

You immediately shook your head. “Don’t worry. It’s fine! Thanks for letting me stay over.”

He rounded the countertop and walked up to you, desperate to fix whatever he had just broken.

“You can take the day off if you need.”

You smiled again, but he knew that this time it was genuine. “That’s exactly what I don’t need. Now that I’ve managed to get the chips to work, I need to get back and run some tests.”

He allowed himself to relax slightly. From this distance he could smell his shampoo on you, and it made his heart clench.

There you were again.

His hardworking sweet girl.

You gave his arm a light pat. “Thanks again, Miguel. Your bed is really comfortable,” you said, heading to the doorway while rummaging through your backpack. “Much more than mine.”

He’d have it in your apartment in a heartbeat, and he nearly offered, but chose silence.

“See you later!” you waved with a smile before taking another bite out of the apple, and disappearing beyond the sliding door.

That smile could break a man.

It had broken him long ago.

And now Miguel wanted to scream.

To break something.

Not only did he not get an answer from you, but now he was under the impression he had crossed a line he shouldn’t have by having asked you.

He stormed into his room, and paced hurriedly from one end to the other, trying to decide what to do next.

That was until your scent gripped his heightened senses again.

He glared at his bed.

Your scent lingered in the bedsheets and, as if on autopilot, he paced towards it and gripped one pillow, bringing it to his face.

The family rush of blood downwards was almost painful.

You had been in his bed, and he had lost count of the amount of times he had fantasised ravaging you in it.

He allowed his digital suit to dissolve, leaving him fully naked.

Miguel knew deep down that this was too desperate. Even for him.

But that didn’t stop him.

Instead, he got on top of the mattress, right above where you had slept, and positioned the pillow lower, until the underside of his cock was resting on the soft material.

You had left his shirt neatly folded on top of another pillow and he brought the fabric to his nose, breathing in your scent mixed with his.

His hips rolled once.

It was intoxicating, but he couldn’t stop himself from slowly dragging his cock up and down the pillow soaked in your scent, soon to become soaked in his precum.

His grunts were muffled by the fabric and he felt his fang tear through it.

He wasn’t going to last long.

This was too much.

With a few more snaps of his hips, and feeling more and more precum spill out, Miguel was a moaning mess.

How he wished you’d be right under him, taking all those thrusts deep inside, whimpering and sobbing as he filled you over and over again.

The thought of you struggling to take him for the first time was enough to push him over the edge, and more sounds of fabric being torn filled his ears.

He stilled as a guttural growl broke from his throat, strings of cum shooting out and seeping into the soft fabric below.

His breathing was still erratic by the time his fangs retracted.

Once he found the will to get up, he picked up the cum-drenched pillow and decided to throw it away.

The post-nut clarity hit him like a thousand bricks, as he cleaned up the mess, allowing his suit to cover his entire body once again.

If you weren’t going to tell him about Tom, then he knew just who to ask.

Jessica Drew.

Pulling out two orange screens in his livingroom, your file immediately coming up. He then tapped on his watch twice.

Jessica’s hologram popped up. “Morning, Miguel.”

“Busy?”

“Just headed out to brief my squad.”

“Who’s Tom?” he blurted out, positioning his wrist so that she could see your file on the screen.

“Oh.”

He scowled deeply. “What do you mean ‘oh’?”

Jess clicked her tongue. “I mean that I’m not surprised this is about her.”

“What?”

“You’re not as subtle as you think you are, Miguel O’Hara,” she said with a teasing smile. “You might be able to fool others — hell, even her —, but you can’t fool me.”

That was Jessica Drew. Perceptive as always. He wasn’t all that annoyed that she could read him that well. After all, he had recruited her for a reason.

“I’m just concerned about her,” he said, admitting defeat.

“I’m sure you are,” she said, adjusting her glasses. “But maybe you should be asking her, no?”

“I did, and she pushed the topic away.”

She shrugged. “Well, I don’t know of any Tom. That name never popped up while I was scouting her.”

He felt disappointment and frustration grip him tightly, and he began scrolling through your file, wishing he could have missed something.

“Look, I may head out to her dimension later today, and see what I can find,” she offered with a sigh.

“Thank you, Jess.”

“But Miguel…?”

His crimson eyes darted to the flickering hologram. “Yes?”

“If she doesn’t want to talk about it, there may be a chance you won’t like what I find out. If I find anything, that is.”

Point taken.

He was started to accept that the truth might be an inconvenience for him.

But he had to know. The frustration of not knowing was driving him crazy.

“Just do what you have to do.”

She nodded and the hologram faded.

The first time Miguel had been at to your place was to check up on you after almost an entire week of going without sleep.

You were stubborn. Even more than he had been in his younger days.

You’d go home, but continue working, so he had no choice but to restrict your access to the lab data from outside HQ. As expected, you weren’t happy, but finally took his advice and got some rest.

Now he was back, but for a different reason, and he could only hope things between you two hadn’t soured.

He had kept his distance throughout the rest of day, occasionally checking you through the cameras as the mic in your suit.

Nothing had seemed out of the ordinary.

But he had an uneasy feeling brewing inside him, so he had to make sure.

You had promptly let him in even though it was close to midnight, slightly confused as to the reason of him dropping by.

As he stepped in, he was met with a sight he hadn’t seen the last time he had visited: there were wires spread everywhere along the floor, mixed between card boxes and paper scattered across every possible surface he could set his eyes on.

“Sorry for the mess,” you giggled apologetically. “Wasn’t expecting visitors.”

Good.

But also… very workaholic of you.

You were dressed in just a shirt — seemingly wearing a bra, this time — and some sweatpants, with a pencil tucked behind your ear, as you paced in circles, glaring at your pad.

“Love what you did with the decoration,” Miguel mused, trying his best to strategically avoid stepping on anything. “Fire hazard aesthetic, is it?”

You paused to stare at him with a lighthearted chuckle. “Bingo!”

Your reaction made him feel more at ease. Perhaps he had read too much into things.

You were still acting like his sweet girl.

The table at the center had barely any room left, and he managed to find a vacant spot on a chair nearby. “May I sit?”

You were looking through a tube with five different wires running along it. “Oh… I was going to place this there.”

Miguel immediately moved away. “Right. Of course.”

Priorities of any scientist.

Flashing him your trademark grin, you moved around to rest the tube horizontally on the chair.

This place truly resembled his when he was first getting started with Nueva York. All the blueprints and planning and computers and screens.

Oddly enough, your apartment made him feel nostalgic.

“So, what’s up?” you said, before taking a sip of your water.

He ran a hand through his hair and heaved a deep sigh. “I wanted to apologise for earlier today.”

You blinked.

“That conversation… about Tom?”

“Oh!” you suddenly said as realisation hit you. “There’s nothing to apologise for, Miguel! It’s a non issue.”

Well. He begged to differ, actually. Whoever this Tom person was, it had already created a slight rift between you two, even if unintentionally.

And he wanted to fix that.

Miguel was a fixer.

“I just want to make sure that Tom isn’t going to become an issue. For you… or for us.”

He added that last part in an effort to compel you to talk about him, which stemmed from genuine concern. What if Tom was someone dangerous and that could put spider society at risk?

You waved your hand dismissively. “He won’t. Don’t worry.”

He bit the inside of his cheek, feeling the urge to continue with the questions, but it had become clear you weren’t going to collaborate.

It didn’t matter.

He would have information on Tom soon enough, and then he’d decide whether he was an issue or not.

But then… “Are you two close?”

He mentally slapped himself for his impulse.

“Oh, yeah… I guess you could say that,” you said, dragging your finger along the screen in front of you. “But, really, there’s no point talking about it.”

But why?

So he was someone close to you… he had dreaded this possibility becoming true.

But maybe… maybe it was just some family member.

He began pacing around with arms crossed, glacing outside the window and into the night sky.

Deep down, he wanted you to know he was there for you, but he also wanted some answers.

He needed answers.

“He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

At this, you slammed your palms on the table, a frown settling on your face. “Miguel! Drop it, please… it’s nothing.”

That was unexpected.

And so unlike you.

And it was enough to stop him in his tracks. “I’m just looking out for you.”

He was. Truly.

And for his relationship with you. A future one, hopefully.

Your features softened as your eyes met his, and he felt the sudden urge to close the gap between you two and pull you into an embrace.

But he chose to keep his distance, not wanting to seem overbearing.

“I know. I’m sorry,” you drawled out, rubbing your temples with both hands. “I shouldn’t have snapped like that.”

He shook his head at once. “I shouldn’t have asked.”

“I’ve been too overloaded with work, which is my fault, I know,” you said, pacing nervously. “But… I just want to help.”

Miguel sighed. “And you are. You don’t need to constantly prove yourself. No one will think less of you for not figuring things out at first,” he continued, and he meant every single word. “There’s so much trial and error in our line of work. We should work hard, yes. But not to the point of exhaustion.”

You halted, glaring at him like he had just uttered something unthinkable.

Unexpectedly, you were the one to close the distance between you two with unsure steps.

Dropping both arms against his sides, Miguel watched in silence as you paced closer and closer, your face holding a hint of sadness that should be forbidden.

You should never have to feel sad.

“I know you care,” you said, you voice but a whisper. “And I’m really grateful for you.”

Miguel’s heart sped up, as you tilted your head to stare at him. “Can I hug you?”

How could he ever say no to you? He’d give you anything. Everything.

You just didn’t know that.

He was left baffled and could only nod, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressed your cheek to his chest.

For a man who was perceived as a genius and had built an entire city from the ground up, Miguel sure felt like a fish out of water. So out of his element. He hadn’t shared this level of closeness with anyone in years.

But slowly, he managed to place one hand to the back of your head while the other pulled you closer, in the hopes that you would find safety and comfort in his embrace.

“Thank you.”

A few hours ago, he was humping his pillow thinking of you, fully drunk in your scent. Now, something else filled him.

Anger.

Rage.

No… there was no doubt whoever this Tom individual was that he had left a mark on you. And he couldn’t stand seeing his sweet girl like this.

He had to find out what had happened and what he had done to his sweet girl.

He would find him and he would break him if he had to.

Your tears were wetting his suit, and he had to muster all his willpower not to bolt into your dimension in search of him.

The fingers on your back caressed you slowly, lulling you into a comfortable position.

“I’m here for you.”

He felt your arms tighten around him, and he heard a sob. “Can… can you sing something?”

“What?”

“It distracts me…”

He felt puzzled at first, but he did want to help you. “Uh… anything?”

You nodded with a sniffle.

“Okay… uh… the itsy bitsy spider craw-”

You broke into a laughter. “Seriously?”

He felt his lips turn into a warm smile, as he kept rubbing your back.

Slowly, you loosened your grip around him and tilted your head to stare at him, chin resting on his chest with a sweet smile.

It had worked.

“You have such pretty eyes,” you whispered.

On impulse, he brushed his thumb along your cheek, wiping away a few teardrops.

His eyes then fell to your lips as they parted slightly, and he brought the thumb to brush along them, enjoying the softness and how your breath came out in shallow pants.

His sweet girl…

How he really wanted to—

And then his watch stared beeping, cutting the moment short.

Of course.

You jolted and he bent his arm and glared, as spider-byte’s hologram emerged. “Boss, Jessica has found subject A on Earth-2848.”

Fuck.

You immediately tore from him, wiping away the remnants of your tears.

“My Earth? What happe-”

He quickly cut you off. “Send me the file.”

Margo glanced briefly at you. “Uploading the file, boss.”

Miguel immediately terminated contact, and the hologram dissolved. He was then met with your questioning face

“Is it an anomaly? Is everything okay?”

He pinched the bridge of his nose. “We are just tracking some unusual activity.”

He didn’t want to lie to you.

But you had left him no choice.

He had to know who Tom was.

For you.

“I’m taking care of it,” he tried to reassure again.

You didn’t seem all that convinced, but didn’t insist.

Instead, you took a few steps back, and he felt your warmth painfully leave him at once.

He could get used to it so easily.

Then, he glared down at the screen of his watch, waiting for the file to be ready.

“Hey, Miguel?”

79%

Almost there.

“Miguel?”

His gaze remained fixed. “Hmm?”

“Do you think you can unlock my suit settings?”

That made him snap his head to glare at you.

What?

You were holding your pad, extending it to him. “I’ve been getting this weird interference in my suit,” you sniffled, eyes still puffy from crying. “I wanted to troubleshoot, but it doesn’t let me access the settings.”

Of course not. He had made sure of that.

But something else began looming over him… “What kind of interference?”

You shrugged, tapping the screen. “Static, I think? I only hear it from time to time, though.”

Miguel’s heart instantly dropped, Lyla’s words of caution ringing inside his head: “You’re not the only tech savvy spider here.”

No, no, no…

“So… can you let me in?”

The mic.

Fuck.

Part 5

Masterlist

[bornagainmurdock]

rainy nap // matt murdock

Matt was lying on the counch, face down resting his head on his hands when you got home. It was silent except for the rain coming down outside: steady adn strong, loudly patting against the window.

"Hey Matty—"

"Shhhh." He was quick to interrupt you, returning his attention to the sound outside and relaxing every muscle in his body. "It's raining."

You nodded, trying as quietly as you could to take off your shoes to set on the rug near the front door, and dropping your bag and jacket at the table.

While you removed your rain-soaked clothes and changed into one of Matt's shirts, he settled back down fully, eyes closed, shoudlers taut and stretched to create the perfect pillow for his head.

When you were finally dry, you walked into the living room again, sitting on the table watching Matt breathe.

You reached out to rub his back, his body immediatly pressing up into your touch. He sighed before shifting to reach an arm out to hold your hand, searching through the space in front of the couch for you.

"Isn't it so pretty?" Matt mumbled, content and smiling.

When you had hold of his hand, you swung it a bit and then brought it up to you lips to kiss his knuckles.

"Prettier from inside I'd say. I was soaked running home."

"Really relaxing. Keep drifting off." Matt said, eyes already closing again.

"Maybe you need a nap." You said, starting to stand up to leave him be.

"Maybe you need to join me."

He used his leverage to pull you down to him, turning to make space for you on the couch next to him.

Matt wraps his arms around your body, one under your head and the other gravity-ing on your hip.

"Like the rain." Matt mumbled again, this time into the back of your head.

"I can tell, goof." You laughed, scooting back farther into his body.

"Pat pat pat." Matt tried to copy the sound of the rain against the apartnment windows, wiggling along with the tune.

"You're so cute." You kissed his arm in front of your chest.

"Nooo." Matt whined blushing.

Matt nuzzled in closer, and so you did the same, sinking even farther into his body.

You eventually felt him starting to drift off, soft snores coming from his mouth within a few minutes.

"Goodnight, Matty. I love you."

You settled in, smiling as you closed your eyes to sleep as well.

[misteria247]

I can see 12 Mikey waking up extremely early in the morning dragging his counterparts, 87 Mikey, 03 Mikey, 07 Mikey, Bayverse Mikey and Rise Leo with him to the sound room in the lair and setting the speakers up in the volume.

They plug in 12 Mikey's phone and begin to search for this specific playlist he'd made for this very moment. He searches for the song and hits play. It's silent for a brief moment and then the lair's suddenly filled with-

"TUMBLE OUT OF BED AND I STUMBLED IN THE KITCHEN-"

The reaction is instantaneous. They hear several loud shouts or bodies tumbling out of their beds or off of counches. Swearing from 12 Raph, 03 Raph and 07 Raph fills the lair and Bayverse Raph and 87 Raph are growling threateningly to shut it down now or so help them-

03 Donnie, 12 Donnie, and Rise Donnie who were asleep in the lab all fall out of their respective chairs from the song while 87 Donnie, Bayverse Donnie and 07 Donnie try to figure out what the hell is going on, stumbling around in sleepy dazes to try and make it stop.

Rise Raph, Rise Mikey and 12 Leo who're sleeping on the couch nearby are up instantly, Rise Raph tumbling off of the couch and accidentally knocking 12 Leo and Rise Mikey off of the couch as well making them all hit the floor. Them falling off the couch and letting out hisses of pain and startlement come from the living room. Rise Splinter who was asleep on the armchair jumps awake and his loud yelp wakes up even more of the lair. The sounds of 87 Leo, 03 Leo, 07 Leo and Bayverse Leo snapping out and asking what the hell is causing this noise and to turn it off now.

The rest of the group, 87 Splinter, 03 Splinter, 07 Splinter, and Bayverse Splinter sit in the dojo and decide to turn a blind eye to the chaos outside of the doors. It's too early to deal with this insanity. All while this is happening and the Mikey's and Rise Leo are completely losing their minds Dolly Parton's voice continues on-

"WORKING 9 TO 5, WHAT A WAY TO MAKE A LIVING-"

Once everything's put more in focus and everyone's over the shock Rise Leo has to grab his prankster orange breathen and get the fuck out of Dodge when the Donnie's especially 12 Donnie and Rise Donnie start going for them because they haven't had any coffee and Dolly Parton's going off and they're going to kill the masterminds behind this circus even if it kills them-

The group of pranksters stay out of the lair for like half of the day because everyone is out for their heads atm.

[croaker-explained]

dropping by to say hi, I loved the Kermiad, and I've been off Tumblr for a bit, what on earth is going on with the Croaker and his roommates atm? You seemed like the best person to ask.

thank you! I plan on having an in depth explanation with a proper timeline of the roommates in my part 2, but this is the rough explanation (which became a tad longer than expected)

Kermit's been in communication with the coven for about a month or two total, but moved in finally after the fight at dennys was supposed to take place. He never arrived at dennys because his mother brought him to an evangelical church, and got him in church therapy. he left a little over two week ago during the night in secret.

selection of the covens rules:

no non-MCR music, it impedes the spirit of gerard way in athena

no italian food allowed (if you are caught youre punished)

sage will drive you one way, but youre on your own on the way back

Our cast:

athena (mydarlingathena)- thanfiction-esque. Is possessed by gerard way, is a vampire and drinks milton and sages blood. Athena the vessel is responsible for kermits invite, not gerard. Eats flies [children of the rot] harvested from the carcass in the closet. Sleeps in a bed

sage (minuseyes) - big into cannibalism and raw meat. Older sibling to Milton. Makes art and likes french poetry. Was athena's first convert and manages the budget. She spends all the money on meat and incense. Has a job, owns the car. Sleeps on the counch

[ham]milton (lifedoesntdiscriminate) - a struggling theatre kid trying to repent and become emo. The second convert that had to be broken by Athena, and tastes better than sage. Some guy really wants him in an apple costume. Originally seemed the most normal, then turned out he was lying about being an orphan. Runs the etsy. Sleeps in the closet.

recap:

Croaker has struggled since moving into the apartment, because there is a deficit in blankets and he has had to sleep under athenas bed in a cold room (or gerard way) without a blanket. Kermit dissapeared, and the croaker couldnt find him anywhere, even when he broke back into his mothers house.

When the three roommates did their "roommate bonding activity/ritual" tmj took this oppurtunity to masturbate, but jerked off too loud and caught their ire. This is when athena said she had to break him. Tmj since then has had to clean up the whole apartment (-the closet), clean with his toothbrush [he doesnt own one, so he used miltons], and is being sleep deprived by athena.

around this time, he also revealed his dark eve kin, and was assigned mentally sound by his tharapist.

a lot of the roommate deal came to a head when kermit was fed fly cookies as punishment, which he did not take well. This caused him to do vriska mode and piss all over the counters. Sage is punished for the consequences of kermits revenge -- a dead fly (the angel) on the countertop athena coveted disappeared. Sage is moved to the closet and milton takes the couch.

after convincing, tmj enters the closet of the rot, which smelt so bad milton would always be on the verge of vommiting. She observed a 24h moment of silence because of how foul it was. There was another bag in the rot bucket. This according to milton, was "kermits proxy". Kermit the frog was inside the bag. Tmj discovered miltons blog and learned they stole kermit and went "crime mode". He did something to milton. We do not know what happened. At this point in time, kermit is in rough shape, with the damage done by equus tmj to his eyes exacerbated by maggots.

there are images of the rot on milton and kermits blog, and it is an astronomical amount of maggots. The apartment is generally very unclean, and has an extreme mold problem.

Edit: since writing this, Kermit stabbed athena to kill gerard way, athena and sage burned tmj's kermit plushie at a local graveyard, and have been evicted from their apartment. Karmit has returned to his mothers house, bringing milton with him.

[hebimoonlightwrites]

Anonymous asked: hello if is still available, I would like to ask for bae and then in another section for twc maybe with an s/o fem who has an animal friend that follows her everywhere and helps her with what she can (like rapunzel with her chameleon or pocahontas with her hummingbird or giselle with her squirrel phil, etc ) you can choose the animal you want :') Thank you and happy holidays ♥ #Hebi100Special

Writer's corner: So sorry again for having misunderstood what you meant, darl! This is going to be the first part of your request! It was supposed to be part of my Special, but it arrived late, as the 16th, so I didn't write it before. So sorry again, please let me know if you like it or not qwq ♥

Warnings: none

⋆𝐁𝐀𝐄⋆ 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫

⋆When Allen saw mc with her sweet and adorable puppy, he smiled and couldn't help but asked her:

⋆"It's sooo cutee..!! May I pet it??"

⋆I personally imagine Allen being friendly towards animals.

⋆Even if it's not canon, I'm sure he'd be!

⋆'cause it's said that he's awkward when he tries to make some friends

⋆So I cannot stop imagining him getting all happy and kneeling down only to pet some cats or puppies.

⋆(You're free to think differently, of course♥~)

⋆Surely he'd be happy and get excited if mc allowed him to pet that sweet puppy.

⋆He'd approach and caress its head with sparkling eyes and a sweet smile on his face

⋆Allen would be quite surprised to see how amazingly mc could communicate with it

⋆He'd look at her and her puppy understanding each other with a curious expression

⋆Also I think he'd try hard to understand how it'd be possible for mc and her pet to communicate.

⋆I mean..

⋆That puppy helps mc with everything!

⋆Even with simple things!

⋆And it seems to get every kind of message mc gives it!

⋆When mc cries, her puppy reaches her only to rub against her cheeks, licking her tears sweetly

⋆And Allen can't help but be surprised each time that puppy does something with the evident intention of helping mc

⋆Allen even quite admires the fact that mc has that kind of friendship and trusts her pet

⋆In deep he thinks it's adorable

⋆Also I'm sure Allen would get grow fond of that puppy

⋆So imagine him holding it on his chest while he's laying on the counch with mc too

⋆"It's fallen asleep, babe! Look..!!..."

⋆Hajun has always given me the vibes of a father..

⋆Let me explain..

⋆We've seen that kind of father who hates animals but ends up growing fond of a pet at least once

⋆So I cannot help but imagine Hajun being quite dry towards the pet at first

⋆He'd ignore it or wouldn't talk of it at first

⋆Since he acts also elegantly, I even imagine him being maybe a little bit annoyed by the fact that mc's puppy lays on the sofa

⋆I'm sure he would try hard not to make it evident

⋆But he'd try to make mc understand how it annoys him with sentences which seem innocent at first

⋆But that hides his annoyance towards that small and sweet pet.

⋆"Yeah, babe, I know but... Is it necessary to allow it to sleep on the sofa?.."

⋆After some time though I'm sure Hajun would learn to appreciate it

⋆Especially if he found out about mc's connection to her puppy

⋆That's when he'd start to focus on it

⋆Hajun would undoubtedly be surprised by the fact that mc manages to understand her pet

⋆But he'd be even more surprised to discover that, yes..

⋆Even that small and sweet puppy can understand not only what mc says, but also when she makes signs

⋆That puppy is actually so smart that Hajun would start to wonder about that connection

⋆How the hell is that possible!?

⋆Puppies don't speak or aren't able to understand humans!

⋆Hajun would start to appreciate that puppy more especially if mc clearly showed him how much she cares about it

⋆Hearing all those sweet words, how much mc loves it and the fact that it's her dear friend

⋆Even after seeing that puppy joyfully licking his hand..

⋆It'd bring Hajun to love it!

⋆Those big eyes and that happy expression on mc's small puppy while running towards Hajun when he came back home after college..

⋆All these things will drive him to love it too

⋆"Oh, hi~! It's been a while! Thank you for greeting me back! I missed you too!"

⋆Anne loves mc's puppy!

⋆They really cannot start a day without reaching it and petting its head

⋆"Good morning!~ Aww.. Hii! Hi hi hi!!~"

⋆They've started loving it immediately

⋆From the first day mc decided to live with them and brought it over with her

⋆From the first instant Anne saw it

⋆They couldn't hold back and kneeled down only to pet it

⋆"Ohhh hiiii~ What is your namee~?!"

⋆So contrary to how I imagined Hajun before, Anne didn't have any kind of bad thoughts at first

⋆They wouldn't change their mind after discovering how easily mc can communicate with her puppy

⋆Instead they would simply think that..

⋆Yeah...

⋆Maybe that one isn't a simple puppy but it's more than that.

⋆Anne would seriously think that it's amazing how their babe can understand it and how that small puppy manages to get what mc says!

⋆I'm sure Anne would even joke about it

⋆They would definitely call mc a fairy or would say something like:

⋆"Ohh wooow! This is the proof that you're a magician! Maybe you even made a magical spell to make me fall in love with you~ ehh?"

⋆Since Anne is that type of person who's friendly, I do imagine them behaving like this

⋆They would even buy clothes for the pet.

⋆Anne would try even to match their clothes, mc's ones and the puppy's ones.

⋆Then they would look at the mirror and say something like:

⋆"Yess!! Slayyyy! We're fabulous!!~ What a fashion family we aree!!"

⋆I don't even think they would be jealous of mc's connection with her puppy

⋆Instead they would consider mc and that pet as their home, their family

⋆And I believe they would even tell their babe:

⋆"Babe.. I know what you're thinking about and.. no. It doesn't annoy me! I love it as much as I love you. You both are my home, my family. I couldn't live without seeing you both peacefully sleeping in the morning!"

⋆They would even buy clothes for the pet.

⋆Anne would try even to match their clothes, mc's ones and the puppy's ones.

⋆Then they would look at the mirror and say something like:

⋆"Yess!! Slayyyy! We're fabulous!!~ What a fashion family we aree!!"

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[saltykidcreation]

10. Well, They Are Mermaids

April, Casey and vern looks confused when they saw the girls that with turtles walking, they looks like just not used to walking. They all got out from truck.

the turtles immediately hugging splinter when he waithing for them.

"My sons, I am glad that you return with safety" said splinter.

"We will not gonna make it if not because of them" said donnie and nods to the girls that the turtles brought with them. The girls standing side by sides each other and looks likely about fall seeing how shakes their legs and splinter though that they need sat.

"Where's my manners, I am not offering you to sit" said splinter to the girls. The girls gave splinter awkwards smiles. The girls and 3 humans sat on big couch while splinter and the turtles sat on floor.

"So, my sons how this four girls find you and save you? " asked splinter. The turtles look each other not sure how told their father and their friends. The turtles looks four girls likes asking their permission.

"Are they all trust worthy? " asked vanora. Turtles answers yes.

"Even this lame human can be trusted" added raph pointed to Vern.

"HEY! " exclaimed Vern.

Four girls nods each other.

"Very well, take us to small pool" said vanora. The turtles lifted four girls from counch.

"What are you doing? " asked Casey looks confused and he not only one that looks confused with turtles behavior. Turtles put the girls in pool (they definitely have some kind pool in their house so far I see) then splinter, April, casey and vern saw that four girls changed they can see fin ears and wings but mostly surprising that their legs became fin fis tail.

"YOU GUYS BRING MERMAIDS!!?? " asked three human with shocks clearly with this but splinter just wided his eyes.

"They are real" said Vern then he passed out on floor. The mermaids winced looks at that.

"Don't worry he will waking up" said raph.

Splinter gave the turtles that said 'you all Beter started to explains'.

The turtles told their father and their friends from how they straddles on a land that very far from new York, met the mermaids, the mermaids helping them (they left part that turtles and mermaids became lovers but look likely everyone know or suspicious without turtles told them) and planning for the muders that happened in new York.

After told their father and their friends, they made arrangements for the mermaids, they definitely need keep wet or soaked when they sleep and luckily the lair have sort of clean water pool for them.

Now everyone need rest because tommorow will be very surprising a d tiring.

[thanksfortheflaglove]

alright heres the post: i feel like i was meant to have experiences and travel the world and just live my life to the fullest and i just dont think another 4 years of sitting in a classroom are what im made for but idk how to 1) be able to have experiences and travel the world bc ppl make it seem that if u dont go to college u'll never be able to do anything so idk what the other option is and 2) even tho my mom didnt go to college and my dad didnt get a great degree i wouldnt know how to tell them and i feel like id disappoint alot of ppl and have no one on my side. i just feel like im meant for so much more and idk i just have ~big dreams~ and i wanna achieve them but i feel Stuck

[wirt-and-wirt-by-products]

its :) my :) bedtime :) but :) i :) cant :) go :) to :) bed :) bc :) im :) babysitting :) my roommate’s :) dog :)

[chil2de]

Walking around the house with no panties on, the shortest skirts you have, so you bend down purposefully to show off your pussy, laying on the counch belly down, the skirt riding up so you can show off your round, perky booty. No bras on, with thin, low cut, sometimes almost see-through shirts so you can flash your titties when you bend down or clumsily spill some juice on your shirt. Rubbing on him, grinding on his bulge whenever you need to go past him to enter a room, his big, calloused hands grabbing onto your hips, travelling down to ypur dripping wet cunt. Leaving your door slightly open when you're getting dressed after a shower.

Teasing your mom's new boyfriend, Toji, is dangerous, but so much fun and always worth it. You can't wait for your mom to go back to work. For now, you'll have to make do while she's sleeping.

anon... i fuckin- PLEASE YOU ARE GIVING ME HEART PROBLEMS I LOVE U SO BAD plspslspslss ur intellect... it’s so sexy. thank you. thank you for allowing me a piece of this. i present proudly, the sequel to my beloved anonie’s thirst ask that sounds like it just came out of my shifting script (do not write again or i might have to ask your hand in marriage 🛐🛐🛐)

read my disclaimer if you’re new <3

part two is here! this is a mini-series.

tw: age gap (reader is implied to be in uni, i mean toji has a 15 y/o son so...)

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day and night: one.

“ma! how do you think this skirt looks? well, well? is it cute? i think it’s adorable!” you swoon, clasping your hands together innocently as you give your mother a little whirl, fully comprehending that the wind would ride up and flash toji some of your delicate skin.

he hisses out a harsh exhale, averting his gaze that you so boldly catch in your peripherals. it evokes a small hum from you as you await your mother’s approval.

“i mean- it’s cute, yeah, but don’t you think it’s a bit too short, dear? i’d prefer if it were only for home use.” she glances at you from over the counter where she scrubs some dishes.

oh, it wasn’t for anything but home use.

you were dancing a very fine line, and toji knew that all too well.

“‘kaaaay, i’ll wear it at home. oh, and, i finished cleaning my room. is there anything you need help with?” you hum, rolling your weight onto your tiptoes and back onto your heels.

“thank you, love. could you clean up the living room a bit? i’d ask toji to do it, but he just got back from a job.”

“that’s okay! and speaking of, mister fushiguro, how are you? was work well?” you inquire innocently, striding over to the coffee table. you bend down to grab a few cups, and you can hear the grind of teeth and bone from toji. he makes out the damp slick that coats your bare thighs glimmering in the fluorescent light, too.

“just fine.” he states in an indifferent, flat tone.

“eh? mister fushiguro, are you alright? you don’t sound too well. would you like me to grab you some medicine?” you spin around on your heels, one hand rests on your hips as you endow him with a carefully crafted smile of concern.

you can feel your knees buckle when toji mouths the words that you’re just dying to hear. you swear that you can imagine his voice thrumming in your head.

he enunciates it clearly for you to lip read.

‘i’ll put you in your fucking place.’

you lean forward, hand reaching out to feel his forehead. you slick his hair back and he only stares up at you through half lidded eyes.

in the process, he catches a whiff of your delicate yet feminine perfume. it makes his dick twitch in his pants, the way he catches sight of the valley of your breasts- nipples perking out through your cute little crop top shirt. how your bare stomach peeks out at him and all he can think about is how he wants to paw at the skin there, the way he wants to knead your thighs like they’re putty with those thigh high socks you’ve got going.

“hmmm? your forehead’s kinda hot. sure you’re not running a fever?”

“it’s just a headache. go help your mom out.” his jade green orbs trail to your mother, making sure she’s preoccupied with the dishes before he yanks ahold of your wrist and trails his hot tongue along the back of your hand.

“okay! whatever you say, mister fushiguro.”

whatever he says, huh?

if he told you to bend over right now, would you?

“here- lemme wash them. you go rest up, okay? you’ve been cleaning all day, mom, do you wanna take a nap or something?” you nudge your mother’s elbows, motioning for her to step aside so you can take over washing some of the leftover cutlery.

“are you sure? don’t you have to study for your university exams? i can handle the rest, it’s alright.”

“nonono, it’s okay! i’ve pretty much done what i can. they’re not due for another month, anyway. it’s fine, i promise! you should rest up.”

you’re sure that the last thing your oblivious mother wants is to take a nap, but you can’t help but squeeze and rub your thighs together at the thought of jumping on toji’s cock. it’s not like she’d expect her sweet innocent young daughter to be fucking her boyfriend, right?

with a hesitant sigh, your mother complies and waves toji off before entering her bedroom. he gives her a small smile before turning his attention to you.

“come here a sec.” he beckons you over and you spin around with curiosity.

“yes, mister fushiguro?” you perk your lips up at him, thrusting your chest out.

“drop the act.” he demands, tone low and laced with danger.

you deliver a small giggle, plush lips upturned into a brash smirk as you wrap your hands around the base of his neck, straddling yourself into his lap.

“such a naughty girl, aren’t you? don’t you think you’re being a bit too bold, strutting around with no underwear like that?” he hums derisively, green eyes stripping you clean as his vast and calloused hand grabs a fistful of your ass.

“but it’s just the way you like me, isn’t it?” you coo, cocking your head to kiss the side of his neck. toji utters a low moan from the depths of his chest, one that you can feel vibrate throughout his broad build.

“damn. you really can’t get enough of me, huh?”

you lap your tongue at his scar, carefully kissing the skin there. toji’s free hand moves to your stomach, where his index draws circles around your belly button.

you give him a grimace, eyes wide and glossy like a kicked puppy. you want more than that. you want more of his touch.

“so needy. just like your mother, aren’t you?”

“you’re just like megumi-chan too~” you lick your lips, witnessing the way toji’s eyes veneer in conflict.

“my son? that’s in poor taste. he’s not taking care of you well, is he?”

“prefer my cock, don’t you?” his thumb pulls on your bottom lip, revealing the pearls of your teeth.

“y-yes mister fushiguro..”

“mister fushiguro? i told you, didn’t i?”

“it’s daddy for you. open up, princess.”

he leans forward, tensing his lips.

instead of spitting straight forward like he always does, toji takes his sweet time to make you antagonise against the wait.

your eyes gleam and shine as you watch the long strand of saliva dripping from his scarred lips. you can’t help but pant a little, anticipating the moment his dna hits your tongue.

you swallow his spit whole, flicking your tongue up to the roof of your mouth to showcase your pride.

“that’s my good girl.” he purrs, flashing you an egocentric smirk.

toji bounces his leg up and down, grinding his built thigh against your clit. you exude a noise reminiscent of a squeak as you meet in time with his movements, desperately scouring for more friction.

he has you right where he wants you, undone and stupid when he hasn’t properly laid his hands on you.

“p-please, daddy.. need more, can’t wait..”

“can’t wait for what?”

“y-you.. i need you, please.. i waited all day for you.” you mumble with melancholy, small and fragile hands scramble against toji’s neck. to him, it probably feels like an insect on his skin- but he appreciates the sentiment.

“n-no..” disappointment paints your features blue when toji crams his index finger inside your wet cunt. there’s already an obscure squelch when he enters, coating him in warm and messy slick. he revels in how aroused you are for him, and truth be told he didn’t think it’d be possible for such a small thing like you to possess such a high libido.

“no? that’s what happens when you’re not specific. maybe i’ll teach you for trying to get a rise out of me.”

“that stunt you pulled? try that shit again and i’ll rail you in front of her.”

“i-i’m sorry, daddy.. pleaseplease, i want your dick already! i’ve been a good girl, haven’t i? you said it yourself.. so please-“ you sob through hiccups, chomping through the haze that clouds your cognitive thinking.

all you can think about is his cock, how it feels inside you. the shape of his tip, the thickness of his girth. that one vein you can always feel kissing the inside of your walls.

it’s too much. you might even faint if you don’t get what you want soon. you held off this long, wasn’t that good enough for him? daddy toji would always scold you if he found out that you were playing with yourself.. he wouldn’t speak to you for weeks, all the while showering your mother with his affection. he’d pull her in for hugs, kiss the side of her temples whilst giving you sideway glances.

so cute. really. it’s amusing to toji how you’re over here losing your mind for him, whilst he can sit perfectly fine and ruin you in ways more than one.

“ah-ah. be quiet.” he hushes you delicately, as though he actually cares about the level of your volume.

when you beg again, he can’t avoid falling prisoner to that glassy doe-eyed gaze of yours.

your gratuity comes in the form of a broken moan when toji allows you to sink down onto his thick dick. his scarred lips brush against your neck and his hot breath sizzles against you.

“so good. you’re always so wet for me.” he murmurs, suckling love bites into your neck.

have fun explaining that one.

“daddy, y-your shirt- please-“

“my shirt? you want me to take it off?”

“y-yeah”

“why?”

“scratches..”

he hums in awe before shifting to remove his shirt in a criss-crossed manner. he crumples the fabric up into a ball, tossing it aside.

across his collarbone, there’s a love bite that you left two days ago.

on both of his large pecs, there’s four bite marks each.

if there’s anything you beat your mother to, it’s marking toji up. he never takes his shirt off in bed with her.

down and across his abdomen are faint licks of scratch marks. they’re littered more predominantly across the expanse of his toned back and shoulder blades.

you grip onto his steady bicep, pinching into the hard muscle there for support. your other hand rests onto his chest as you work to ride the full length of his dick.

it’s evident that you’re struggling and tumbling. a few bounces in and you can feel your thighs singe like a blazing hot pan.

toji yanks fistfuls of your hair to manoeuvre your body. he keeps you straight up whilst buckling his hips to fuck himself upwards. and his other hand flies to your mouth instantly, because he knows. why wouldn’t he? he knows how to take care of his good girl. all the right spots to pump his fingers into, exactly how you like your pussy eaten- sloppy and loud. of course he’d know how to make you tick and to hit your g-spot instantly with every thrust.

“t-toji- ‘s too-ah! much- i can’t- it’s so sensitive-“

“who gave you permission to call me by my given name? i certainly didn’t.”

“i’msorry- please daddy- please~”

“what the hell are you even begging for? you’re fucked so stupid. if it’s not my name rolling off your tongue, i don’t wanna hear it.” (a/n: this sounds condescending, but he’s referring to the pet name, not ‘toji’)

“s-sorry”

“you wanted my dick, so where’s all your bite gone? can’t you take it?”

you can’t respond. there’s only garbled static and high pitched whimpers.

when you hear your mother stirring in the room next door, you’re the only one to freeze for a second.

“such a silly whore. throbbing on my cock like that. you’re so cute.”

with toji stirring up your guts, it’s only natural for him to rub your clit for you. he really does have to do all the work, huh?

repeating his pet name in a chant, there’s a last surge of energy that allows you to bounce in time with his thrusts. you grimace at the fact that you can’t take all of his shaft, due to the fact that toji has you lifted up from preventing that telltale sound of his balls slapping against you. his digits fill and cram your mouth, drool coating him and dripping down his wrist in an amusing sheen. he can make out the white cream that coats his dick in a ring and hisses out a moan of his own.

“s-so close” you mewl, digging your nails into his flesh. toji hisses, eyebrows creasing and face screwed, but fuck, if it doesn’t make his dick hurt he’d be a filthy liar.

“nope. daddy toji always finishes first, remember?”

“b-but da-“

“shut up.”

you whine and grimace, but your walls still flutter and clamp down onto toji like a vice. you beg him over and over until the words no longer sound correct to you.

maybe if you two were home alone, he’d ride this out and torture you a little longer.

toji’s thrusts become more erratic and sloppy, chest heaving and breath laboured. he can already tell the sheer amount of his cum that he’s about to empty inside you.

you don’t usually physically feel him cumming inside, hell if ever, but this time? fuck. you can feel his tip twitch as he shoots ribbons of his warm seed inside your cunt- filling you up to the brim until it threatens to spill.

after about fifteen seconds, toji finally allows you your release. you come crashing down with fervor, toes curling, fingertips digging, eyes rolled and mouth hung as your juices mix with his.

toji scoffs when a lone drip of his cum oozes out onto his dick. he gathers it up, swiping it with his thumb before dipping it into your mouth.

“keep it inside.” he pulls himself out and you panic with fear.

“i wanna see that shit still inside you tomorrow. you’ll know better than to disappoint me.”

looks like you won’t be seeing megumi tonight, after all.

read part two here! this is a mini-series.

[mywritingonlyfans]

after seeing vic’s post this story came to my mind:

*its kinda long and my english not the best sorry*

you’re friends first with thomas, you met somehow when you were younger and kept in touch. he presents you to the band at some point but for some reson victoria couldnt be there.

they see how much you and Vic would get along and make a plan. you were supose to stay at thomas but he makes some excuse, when you ask the other ones its the same. they all recomand you should stay and victoria’s since she wouldnt mind.

you go there and just as the guys suspected your chemestry is unbeliveble. you spend the day with the band and get super close to her. at first you say you should sleep on the counch but since you got so close she tells you to sleep with her.

the summer night in rome is so hot but so idilic. the windows wide open as the warm wind carasses both of your bodies. you went to sleep in underwear and a big t-shirt while Vic wears only a pair of tiny panties. you talk for hours without feeling like the time is passing.

in the middle of the night, overwhelmed by the smell of the flowers just under her window, the sounds of people coming home from bars and some cars in the great distance only honest thoughts come out. in a moment of vulnerability they kiss. from the outside its sloppy and messy, but inside it feels like their souls connected. their blood cels become fireworks in their heart and they felt like one.

in a few minutes, their kisses started to feel like desire. now the peaceful rome was hearing moans, whimpers and smooches.

the morning felt even better then the night. walking up naked next to your, now, lover. cuddles were shared along with soft kisses, no longer filled with desire but with care. since the both of them had a day off they decided to go with the boat on a local lake.

vic and you just enjoyed eachother’s company and the beautiful summer. they sunbathed and swam. after that they took a walk in the nature (where THE pictures were taken) and have a little picnic. the body’s desires were stronger then the tierdness the both felt wich led them into having slow lovemaking in the nature. the only witness to their raw act was the nature. the birds started to sing sweeter and louder, the wind was slower and warmer and the sun hid from the carnal act behind the white clouds.

ok bestie i didnt expect to write all that but oh well 😭😭😭

this is so intimate and good, i'm crying, for god's sake??? i just want that for living????

sleeping with victoria naked, and still getting intimate with her, should add us another 100 years of youth, i'm sure!!

i love this, thanks for sending me this and don't worry you're english is fine😊

[btsqualityy]

Three types of Min kids (toddler) at their daddy studio.

Kins: mind her own things, listens to YG music, sleeps but her fav place to sleep is on Yoongi chest. Plays with uncles but mostly like to chill with daddy in studio.

Pooks: casually chilling watching cartoon on the counch. When Yoongi plays up beat songs, Pooks would sit on Yoongi lap and moving his legs and butt to the rhythm. He loves playing tag with uncles.

Kam: while Yoongi is working, she would play pretend by herself “would you like some more tea mr. sparkle?” “I have magical power bam bam!” Or she will go play with her uncles. She won’t take her nap if JK brings Aria to play with her. Yoongi has to feed her lunch bc she is busy playing and he may or may not have to feed the maknae too bc “Like Kammie said the food tastes better when hyung feed us so ahhh” 🤣

But Yoongi wouldn’t want any other way. 🥰

This is too cute 😭he would love to have his babies with him all the time 🥺🥰

[elles-writing]

When the worlds collide - part III.

gif not mine

A/N: Hello guys, I hope you enjoyed second part!! I was tired yesterday, so I quickly typed the author’s note and other stuff and then fell asleep in my hoodie how tired I was. Today’s Friday, so my first four days of school are over!! They were good and in Monday my school’s ending earlier, which is also great. I’m also sorry for Kili being quite out of character, but I promise, he’s gonna be back in character in other parts, so don’t worry!

I’m pretty proud of how I’m writting Gandalf here, though. I think he reacts how he would react.

In the next part is going to be a fan art for this series, I personally really enjoy drawing, even though I still can’t draw the way I’d like to and I’m still trying to figure out how to draw characters and people in general, but I’ll try, cuz I wanted to do it for a while, so now I’m actually gonna do it!

Also, I wanted to post this part a few hours ago, but we had to go to the forest to work here and I couldn’t find the gif I wanted for this part, but I FINALLY found it!!

Again, feedback is highly appreciated!!

Warnings: Kili probably being OOC, Fili teasing his brother, mentions of torture towards Bilbo, cheeky reader towards angry Dwalin

masterlist    part one    part two

Tags: @moony-artnstuff​

Your pov

You’ve been in the living room, working on preparing yourself for questions about TV, movies and all this stuff, when you’ve heard some laugh from the kitchen. You tip-toed here and tried to overhear what they were talking about.

„Shut it, just shut up, Fili, she’ll hear-“ You’ve heard Kili’s voice, full of emotions, but mostly worry and a bit of fear.

„What is that about, lads?“ Dwalin’s voice said and you shivered.

„Well, our dear little Kili has got a-“ he whispered something you didn’t understood and your mind wondered to that moment with parasites. Almost all of them bursted out laughing. You’ve decided to step in. They could talk about it later, you needed them to understand you truly wanted to help them. You stepped into the doors.

„I-I think I can show you what I meant,“ You said, a bit unsure. All of them looked over to you and you sighed.

„Follow me.“

You took out some blankets, so they could either fold it and sit on it, or to create a cocoon from it, earlier and prepared it on the ground and couch for them.

The reactions were...quite different from what you’ve been hoping for.

Kili and Fili immediatelly took their places on the counch and took a blanket each. Thranduil glared at them and sat on the other side of the couch, Legolas sat down on the ground to him, pulling the blanket over his long legs. Dwalin snorted and turned to Gandalf, angrily muttering something.

„We’re not here to play hide and seek or any childish games, Gandalf.“ You frowned and folded your hands.

„I’m sorry to interrupt, Master Dwarf, but you’ll get your explanation – or at least part of it – once you sit down,“ You said and he turned around. All of your courage dissappeared into thin air.

Only Fili and Kili were laughing when they’ve seen that scene.

You shot them a glare and went to turn on the TV.

„I am begging you, behave please. This is only for watching. It’s playing a movie, which is something like a record of...something and you can watch it again. You cannot step into it, change the action, and so on. You can comment it, though.“

You sat down between Fili and Kili on the couch. Next to Kili was seated Bard, then Thranduil, next to Fili was Balin, Bilbo and Gandalf. Others rather sat down on the ground.

You turned on the movie and wiggled in your cocoon from the blanket. You felt the warmth of their bodies and you happily sighed. It was way too comfortable here. There was no way for you getting out of here anymore.

When the logo came up, both Fili and Kili started asking.

„Where does the music is coming from?“

„What is it?“

„What does it means?“

You aswered their questions, but decided to skip the part with old Bilbo. You didn’t knew how would you explained that.

When a ‚Good morning‘ scene was there, Bilbo’s jaw dropped. He madly blushed.

„I-what-how did they done that?!“ His whisper-yell voice and wide eyes he setted upon you made you laugh.

„They did pretty good job I suppose,“ You noticed Kili to stiffen and turned your attention back to the movie. There was almost dinning scene already, Bilbo in the movie sitting by his table, ready to eat. You were eyeing him now, the tortue and how his face flinched when there was the bell-ringing sound.

You’ve been scrunched between Kili and Fili and your eyes suddenly felt quite heavy. You yawned and closed them for a second.

Third person view

Kili didn’t noticed, when did you fell aspeep, but a weird feeling was creeping through his whole body. He turned to Fili and opened his mouth, only to notice your head was lying on his shoulder and your hands hugging his arm. He closed his mouth and opened it again in wonder and blushed madly, even more than when you sat between him and Fili.

Fili looked over to his brother and noticed Y/N being asleep and hugging Kili’s arm. He chuckled.

„I guess you don’t have to be jealous because of Master Baggins anymore.“ Kili looked at your sleeping form and whispered.

„I-I don’t think she likes me in that way. I don’t even have a proper beard, Mahal.“

„But she’s cuddling you, isn’t she?“ Fili rose his eyebrow and Kili furrowed his, not sure of where his brother was going with it.

„Just sayin‘ she could’ve been cuddling with me.“ Fili said as if it wouldn’t be a big deal, but Kili’s mouth opened and he frowned at his brother. Fili almost rolled his eyes.

„Don’t tell me that you, of all dwarves, through all that confident flirting of yours, cannot squeeze out a word around her.“ Kili’s averted gaze to the floor and red cheeks and ears were enough for Fili to know.

His younger brother was hopelessly in love with that kind woman whom decided to help them to find a way home.

He looked at your peaceful expression. I wouldn’t mind her as my sister-in-law, he thought to himself and let his brother enjoy his moment.

[pollenallergie]

Okay, I just need to talk about this real quick before I forget...

I hc that the Kid hates the alarms you use to wake up in the morning. Like you use so many of them because you’ll never simply get up for the first one (it takes like five on a good day and ten on a bad one) and he hates them so so much. LOATHES ENTIRELY. You’ll be sleeping peacefully then one will go off, then another, then another and that poor little bunny just can’t take it. All of a sudden he’s shoving you gently while curling up against you even more so than before.

“Mommy, turn it off.” He whines. “Make it stop.”

You hate how much it bothers him, but nothing else can successfully wake you up and you have to get up. You always end up making it up to him later on in the morning by giving him just about anything he wants before you leave for work. Does he want to snuggle up and eat breakfast on the counch while watching cartoons? Then that’s what he’ll get. Does he want extra sugar on his Rice Krispies? Who are you to say no to that? Does he need help taking care of his morning wood? Why, you’d be happy to help. Anything his beautiful little heart desires.

Maybe I’ll expand upon this some day... idk. I just had to put it forth into the world before it got lost in the hellscape that is my brain for the rest of eternity. Ya know?

[biribaa]

WAI WAIT WAIT I had a thought and, how would O7 react to the reader wearing that fluffy jacket?? or the reader draping O7's inactive facility wires over their shoulders, and O7 found out??? the sudden brainrot had hit me

Fuzzy, soft, fluffy jacket

Fem!AI/Robot/O7 x reader

There will be O7's lore mentions, so If somebody want context, read my O7/Olivia x reader hcs for that

TW/CW: Mentions of torture and acrophobia.

Your situation is pathetic, you feel like a child of 5 lost in a clothing store because you separated from your mother, and the situation is almost like that, but with O7. You were sleeping with your girlfriend peacefully, but she hurried to whatever it was, and when you woke up, you found yourself on O7's counch that was carried by wires and that was meters away from the floor, alone.

The couch was large, almost the size of a large bed, but even so, the feeling that at any moment this counch could fall over made your stomach turn. You knew that O7 has her own role in this place, and she was the main star, but sometimes, you think O7 really takes the whole torture humans thing as a real job, making her even have appointments for herself and even acting more formal, but yet, she seems happy about it. But most of the time O7 is just on the couch with her mic on, where would she go? Not to mention O7 would never leave you alone, not with people she hates out there.

You sighed. You know what? Enough worrying, there must be something out there that can entertain your bored human brain.

You looked around, it was dark, and behind the couch, giant screens you never saw O7 use; down, there are hundreds of wires, thick and thin, holding the couch, it was a great abundance, it almost looked like a spider's web. Okay, maybe there's not so much AROUND you, but maybe there is on the couch.

The sofa was black and it was leather, and on the back seats was a big print that said "winner's couch", another one of O7's jokes to humiliate any of the humans. There was also a blanket and two pillows on the couch, which O7 brought so you wouldn't die in the cold. On the armrest nearest you were some O7's items, a notebook, some papers, sci-fi books that you might recognize, like "2001: A Space Odyssey" and "I Have No Mouth and I Must Scream", but you can't recognize the rest. And right on the side, a clipboard with papers full of notes. But what caught your eye's eye was a certain black jacket, O7's jacket.

There was no way you could control your curiosity with that right in front of you. You always wanted to wear O7's jacket, but you never had the courage to ask.

You looked both ways, checking if O7 isn't close, you crawled over to the jacket that was on the other side of the couch, and finally put your fingers on the jacket. You lifted the jacket over your front like it was the best thing you've ever seen, the inside of the jacket was covered in beige fur, and the texture was kinda heavy, and your fingers wouldn't go through the texture that easily, it looked like it even had a pattern, like lines.

You had an idea. You looked both ways again under pressure, and brought the jacket to your nose, taking a long sniff of the jacket. It smelled like used clothes, but it wasn't horrible, it even gave the jacket a spirit. Not to mention a strong smell of rusty metal, this jacket smelled like a workshop, especially one that works with things related to metal. You brushed the jacket off your nose, and admired it once more.

Finally, you've decided to put on the jacket, you've tucked the sleeves onto your arms, and arranged the fur on the hood. It is quite remarkable that the jacket is bigger than you are, and even though O7 is made of cold metal, the jacket was very comfortable and warm. You cracked a smile with the jacket, it gave you such a fuzzy feeling, it was like your own home, your own source of comfort, like a little sunshine.

You just found yourself in a situation where you were practically hugging yourself, a really tight hug, with the most goofy and silly smile you already had. Maybe or not, you might be imagining that who is actually hugging you is O7.

"Oh Casanova! I'm so, so, so sorry for leaving you alone for so long!" Speaking of the devil, a familiar voice comes up, and it slowly gets closer. You froze, but you had nowhere to hide. "Ugh, Julia and Antony formed a stupid group against me, I had to separate the two." O7 slowly got up and appeared in your view, she was —just like the counch— carried by hundreds of wires, and there were some extra wires that the second pair of arms were holding.

"Honestly Julia isn't that annoying, Antony and Tester are definitely worse, but when is she together with Antony? It's like she's influenced completly." She put a step on the arm of the sofa "I'm exhausted, all I need right now is a little bit of Y/N– Ugh, get out!" The second foot she was going to put on the couch was tangled up with a thread, which she managed to remove two seconds later.

O7 heaves a sigh, and finally turns his head toward you to face you. "So?–"

O7 stoned, and the smile on her screen slowly disappeared, and when 5 seconds passed of her staring at you in silence, you knew something was wrong.

"O7? Is something wrong?" You finally called out, snapping O7 back to reality "Is it the jacket? I can take it off if you want–"

"No! No, no... You... You can keep It" O7 cut off your speech, there was a tone of desperation in her tone that made you worried.

O7 slowly approached in silence, and sat on the arm of the sofa away from you and watched you silently. O7 didn't know how to react, she didn't know if she was happy because you looked adorable in that jacket, or if she was emotional because this was supposed to be X's jacket before he died.

O7 forgot X, she swears she got over X, because you helped her forget, but even so, seeing her current partner wear the jacket that was supposed to belong to a person who marked her life, someone who made her finally feel that someone loves her and cares about her left O7 devastated, if she could, she might be tearing up.

"Oh!" Your slow head FINALLY noticed the problem with the situation, and without hesitation you started to take off the jacket "I'm so sorry O7! I should have asked before, I forgot how special this jacket is for you and–" "No, no, no! It's fine! Really..." O7 approaches you sharply and stops your action, putting her hands on the collar of the jacket and pulling it back towards you and placing her hands on your shoulder.

"Really, it's fine..." Her hands moved to your arms as the extra pair of arms fixed the jacket that was a crooked. "It even suits you!" O7's smile finally returns

"...Really?"

"Really!"

[tamsinl13]

Greek mythology reality show (or soap opera)

So I got this Greek mythology book for Christmas so I started reading it and, let’s just say I have a great idea for the next big reality show. I pride myself on know a fair amount of stuff about mythology (specifically Greek and Roman), but this idea never came to my mind before.

direct quote: “Nemesis was the goddess of retribution, and for the poet Hesiod, she was the daughter of Night, her siblings including Moros (doom), Black Ker (violent death), Thanatos (death), Hypnus (sleep), Oneiroi (dreams), Momos (blame), Oizys (misery), the Moirae (fates), Apate, (deceit), and Eris (strife).”

Forget about the Kardashians, I want THIS show. That would be HILARIOUS. I’m just thinking about Black Ker (violent death) and Thanatos (death) arguing over who would be in each of their jurisdiction. 

I mean, Violent Death and Vengance are siblings and NO ONES TALKING ABOUT THIS.

Imagine Deceit being your sister? You’d be so screwed. 

You’d be playing a family game of cards and all hell would break loose. Momos (blame) would be complaining and saying that it’s everyone’s fault that that he doesn’t have the Ace of clubs, and Nyx (night) would be trying to wake up Hypnus, who’s sleeping on the counch, because it’s “family time”. And Apate (deceit) would be lying about her cards and everyone would be mad at her because it’s freaking Go Fish and that’s not how it’s played. And so on. For EVERY family reunion. \

And maybe sometimes other gods, like Hera would drop in and be like “maybe it’s not that bad that Hepheastus is ugly, at least these aren’t my kids”. 

It would be so entertaining. I would binge this show, and I don’t even like reality shows.

[fieldfullofbangtan]

bts imgn: taking care of them when they are drunk (friends)

holy poop this is my first ever imagine and it is WAY too long im gonna try to make it shorter in the future lol

(also im taking requests! so send emmmm)

requests are open!

✎ masterlist

SeokJin

Jin would call you at 3am asking you to pick him up from a bar. You knew that the boys sometimes went out to grab a drink but this time Jin was alone which was weird. He didn’t- or couldn’t say much more than just “(Y/N) please can you come pick me up? Im at the usual place...”. 

When you got there he sat outside on a bench napping, you had to pretty much carry him to the car. He crashed at your place cause you thought him getting drunk might be because of some fight he had with the others. When he woke up he explained.

“Did I puke?”

“God I hope not...” you say worried looking around.

“Sorry... The bar had a drink called unicorn poop and it tasted like cotton candy and I think we all had one too many so the boys left without noticing I went to the bathroom...”

Just as he finished that sentence the front door busts open and 6 men run inside looking scared shitless. When they spot Jin on the couch they all sigh in relief.

“Thank god...”

( vv him being groggy af in the morning vv )

Namjoon

Namjoon can drink, everybody knows that. He is usually the one who acts the most sober and takes care of the others. But you’re not that bad of a drinker yourself. A few cocktails and a few shots is no biggie. So when you all went out one night Jin and Suga had to bring the lightweights home because they were all basically asleep 2.5  hours in. 

You and Namjoon were just beginning though. After another 1.5 hours of dancing and drinking your feet started to hurt and the music was getting too loud. You walk around to try to find Joon but he is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly somebody hugs you from behind. Getting ready to headbutt whatever creep is behind you, he says

“Can we go home now pleaaaase” 

You laugh at how dorky Joon is being. He’s only like this is he’s wasted. He becomes a 9 year old boy who has abandoment issues.

“Sure but you will need to let me go cause I can’t move when you are hugging me like this” you say as you laugh.

“Fine...” he says as he pouts.

The club is walking distans to their dorm so you decide to just walk with him and crash there. The 15 minute walk is filled with corny dad jokes, waves of compliments and occasional deep thoughts. You even have to save him from walking into a few lamp posts and poles.

Waking up at their dorms the day after you see a message on your phone. 

Namjoon 9:30

- we had to leave early for practice this morning but we left you some Doenjang soup. thanks for a fun night out and if you tell anyone about how drunk i was last night you are no longer allowed to borrow my clothes. ily :)

(vv you are yoongiiii vv)

Yoongi

You hear someone knocking at your door at 12pm. The smart thing to do is grab a frying pan and hide in the closet, but this is not the first time something like this has happened. Yoongi has a tendency to drink when he is feeling down and with the holidays coming up, the possibility of him not being able to spend it with his family usually gets to him. The sloppy, barely audible knocks also point to it being a drunk Yoongi.

Opening the door he is looking at his feet, hair covering his face. 

“Come in...” 

“Im sorry you always have to deal with me when I’m like this...” he mumbles.

He couldn’t really talk about it with the others because they are most likely just as upset or stressed. It would just end in 7 grown men drinking their sadness away together.

You don’t say much. You grab a beer, a bottle of water and a few blankets from your couch and drag him with you up to the roof of your apartment buildning. Thankfully it’s not freezing cold out and your hoodie plus a few layers of blankets is just enough to warm you. You sit down on the ground, not too far in the distans you can see the skyscrapers of Seoul and above you a clear, star-filled sky. This is where you always go when you feel down. Nothing can make your problems seem small better than skyscrapers and stars. 

Yoongi reaches for the bottle of beer when you swat his hand away.

“That is for me.” “This” ... you give him the water bottle ... “is for you”.

Yoongi sighs but takes the waterbottle and opens it to drink some. 

The rest of the night you talk about everything and nothing, you make him promise to call you if he ever feels bad enough to repeat this and when the clock reaches 3am, Jin calls and convinces Yoongi to go back to the dorms. He hugs you goodbye and holds you a little longer than usual giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you (Y/N), I owe you” 

Hoseok

Partying with J-hope always ends badly. He has a lot of fun without alcohol, so imagine him drunk. Yea he has way too much fun. He will dance too hard and spill someone’s drink, which leads to a fight. Maybe hit on someone’s girlfriend, which leads to a fight. Once he thought some other guy was Jungkook and playfully slapped him on the head, when the random dude turned around he pointed at someone else, which lead to a fight.

Usually the others can calm situations like that down, but in your case when drinking with hoseok alone, the goal was to stop those situations before they even started. 

“Heyyyy that guy looks like Donald Trump” Hoseok slurrs.

“What? Who? Nobody here it over 30...” you look around confused.

“Him over there! With the orange hair!” he says amused.

“Hoseok Donald Trump has orange skin not orange hair boi get your disses right”

“HEY, HEY DONALD!!” he yells at the guy.

“HOSEOK WTF” you whisper-shout as you cover his mouth.

The guy and his entire entourage looks at us confused as Hosoek waves happily at them. 

“Why are you always trying to get beaten up????” 

Jimin

Jimin sometimes drink too much and it can be because he feels a lot of pressure and alcohol can help relieve that. You followed them to Japan, their first world tour destination, to see the show and they were able to book you a hotel room in the same hotel as them. 

After eating dinner with all of them in Joon and Yoongis room they all wanted to sleep earlier because of the concert the next day but Jimin and Jungkook said you could hang a little longer with them by the bar.

Jungkook left after one beer but Jimin stayed with you. When you finished your first drink Jimin was already on his third. You could notice that he was feeling the alcohol because he smiled a little bit more and spoke a little less clearly

“You have a long day tomorrow Jimin, I think you should go to bed” you say slightly worried about his hangover tomorrow.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be able to sleep anyways...” Jimin says with a sad smile.

“Hm?” you look at him for an explanation.

“My anxiety hits the roof right before a concert, I have so many people I need to make proud and I will never be good enough for them...” he drinks what’s remaining in his glass. “I never feel like I’m enough compared to the others, you know?” his eyes start tearing up.

Your heart sinks and you pull him into a hug. “Don’t be stupid, everybody loves you and all your flaws. They don’t expect you to be perfect, they expect you to be human.” You grab his shoulders and push him up from your embrace, staring at him. “Your gonna go to bed, do your best tomorrow, and even if you mess up or don’t think you did well enough, you will still be loved by millions. I promise.”

He smiles and nods, he grabs your hand from his shoulders and says

“Comon’, let’s go to bed”

Taehyung

Taehyungs drunk stages are -a little extra hyper-, to - yelling alot-, to -wearing his shoes on his hands and telling everybody his deepest darkest secrets-, then waking up and remembering nothing.

In this case during you night out, he had told you some hella weird stuff like him having an ice kink, him having a sex dream about you, and that he likes whipped cream more that anything in the world... 

This definitaly scarred you since you see Tae as a brother so you felt like giving him some payback. Since he crashed at your place you knew exactly how. You went into the kitchen and grabbed an ice cube, you walked to the counch where he was sleeping and started to rub the ice cube against his face. 

“Mm- Huh?” He opened his eyes and stared at you slightly disturbed.

“Good morning taeee ~” you sing.

“Why the ice cube...” he looked at you suspiciously.

You just stared right back at him smirking.

“Oh no... what more did I say last night...”

Jungkook

Jungkook can sometimes be a bit of a lightweight. Now he can drink beer or wine just fine. But if its mixed drinks or shots, the boy can and will blackout.

“SHOT SHOT SHOT SHOT SHOT SHOT EVERYBOOODY”

“Jungkook it’s 10pm... there’s like 13 people in this club...”

“Comonnnn pleaase just take a shot with me....”

He has already had a beer and three shots and you don’t feel like carrying his unconscious body back to the dorms. You know you would get yelled at by the others since you promised them to take it easy with the maknae. But knowing drunk Kookie, he is not going to let up.

“Fine. I’ll take shots with you right after I use the restroom ok? Wait here.”

He nods happily and starts to do something on his phone. You make sure he is not paying attention and go to the other end on the bar. The other bartender looks at you waiting for your order and you ask him to fill 2 shotglasses with water as you point to Jungkook. He nods and chuckles a little. Probably not his first time getting asked that.

You see him pat Jungkook on the shoulder as he points to something, when he is distracted the bartender replaces the two shot glasses nearest him with the glasses with water. He tells Jungkook nevermind and retreats.

“Ok let’s do this!” You tell him coming back from the “restroom”.

“WOO!” he yells as you clink your glasses together and drink the water.

“Wow I must be drunkk cause that tasted like water!” he says happily and starts to drag you to the dance floor.

“I’ve got a long night ahead of me...”