#ignore the amount of spelling and grammar mistakes please

[whumpbug]

first fic! woo!!

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A and B are either romantically involved or very close platonically (u can choose how to interpret but the writing is leaning towards romance)

C is more or less the adopted kid (maybe preteen to young teen) of the two!

this is my first kinda time period whump (1890ish wild west america but it’s not too important in this) because they’d be living in some kind of camp or forest clearing, away from civilization

whumpee: C

caretaker(s): A and B

[gender neutral A,B, and C]

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A stumbled out of their shared tent with B, viciously scrubbing at the blur in their eyes as they had just woken up. They were ripped from their comfortable sleep by the biting cold air that seeped into the tent and below the thin blankets they were under. Now more than ever, A wished they had spent the extra time to find a place to stay, but it was too late. They and their family were going to have to brave the January chill for the foreseeable future.

“Cold wake you up?” B questioned from their place stoking a small fire in the center of the clearing.

A only nodded and found a place to sit next to the fire, reaching out their pale and shaking fingers towards the warmth.

B made their way over and rubbed up and down A’s shoulders, leaning down and pressing a kiss on their temple. A smiled and leaned into it.

“C’s still asleep?” A asked, starting to feel more alert and awake.

“Guess so.. it’s a wonder they can sleep through this..” B replied, sitting next to A and sidling up to their warmth.

“I only ask because.. well.. you saw them last night.. hardly touched their food..”

“A, you worry too much.. they’re a tough kid.. they’re probably just being lazy today! Can’t blame ‘em either!“

“You’re right…” A bit their lip in contemplation. They couldn’t shake the bad feeling they had. C really hadn’t looked good last night. They drummed their fingers along their knee and said, “I think I’ll go check on them anyways..”

B laughed softly.

“Whatever you say dear, but hurry back! I need your bodily warmth!”

A laughed off the comment and made their way to C’s small tent. It was a ratty old thing, littered with holes and stains and loose threads. I’ll have to go into town and get them a new one soon, A thought to themself.

“C? You in there?” They called out.

No answer.

“C?? I’m coming in, okay?”

They pushed open the flap of the tent and was first taken aback by the silence.

C was a snorer. Albeit softly, they still hardly ever slept silently. Certainly not this silently.

The blankets were strewn all about the small cot and the pillows were on the floor to the right of it. The whole scene was weird but it became gut-wrenching when A realized that C wasn’t in the cot at all.

“C?? C?!” A yelped out, suddenly patting frantically at the cot and rummaging all around the tent. “Are you here??”

B burst into the tent, wide-eyed and looking panicked. “The hells going on?!”

“C isn’t in here!”

“Where the hell are they?!?!”

“Do you think if I knew that I’d be standing here right now??!”

“I don’t know!!”

A pinched the bridge of their nose and stepped out of the tent.

“Look, the horses are all still here,” they said, motioning to the two horses hitched to a tree off to the side of the camp. “They can’t have gotten far without a horse. Not even sure they know how to ride on their own..”

B pursed their lips into a straight line. “You don’t think they.. well..”

The unspoken words hung in the air. The general area they made their camp in had been crawling with various gangs of outlaws for a while now. What outlaws wanted with an innocent kid, A had no idea, but the possibility send chilled down their spine.

“Let’s.. let’s not jump to conclusions.. for all we know, they wandered off to take a piss and got a bit turned around in the forest.. let’s just saddle up and have a look..” A said, keeping their voice calm as they could.

They grabbed their coats, mounted their horses and began riding separately into the forest.

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“C!! Where are you!!” A called out, starting to feel restless. They’d only been searching for about half an hour but A was starting to feel restless. Every worst case scenario flashed through A’s mind.

How long had C been out here in this freezing weather? Had they the sense to at least bring a coat with them? What if a wild animal had already gotten to them? What if they were too late and they had frozen to death??

A shook their head. C was fine. They had to be.

They lead their horse with numb fingers through a patch of trees that they were sure they’d gone through before when something caught their eye.

A tiny figure, curled up against the base of a large rock, clad in only a union suit that was obviously too big for them. C.

A all but leaped off their horses and called out for B before racing over to the kid.

“C.. C.. oh lord.. are you hurt??” They asked while kneeling beside them and quickly scanning over their body for injuries.

C’s face was ghostly pale and their lips were turning a sickly shade of blue. They were shivering like mad and their eyes had a far away glaze to them. It took them a moment to recognize that someone was next to them, but as soon as they noticed it was A, they gave a pitiful whimper and all but threw themselves into their warm and solid arms.

“I’m c-cold…”

A breathed a laugh at the silly observation. They pulled C closer and nearly gasped at just how cold their tiny frame was. Their entire body was tense. They were shaking so hard C almost thought they’d break. “Sweetheart, what are you doing out here.. and how long have you been out here..” They asked as they smoothed their hair back from their face. At some point B had found the pair and was working on shrugging off their own winter coat in favor of wrapping it around C.

“D-Don’t.. don’t know.. heard noises.. th-they we’re chasing me.. had to.. h-had to get out..” C said, clinging to the lifeline that was B’s thick coat.

A and B shared a worried glance. C seemed really out of it. Neither A nor B had heard anything during the night. It was possible that C was sicker than either of them originally thought.

“We’re gonna get you home, okay? You’re safe now honey..” A cooed, bending over to pick up the kid. B mounted their horse and A passed C up to them, figuring it would be better to have C ride double with the more skilled rider.

A mounted their own horse and made their way back to camp.

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Once back at camp, C was wrapped in every coat, blanket, and towel A and B could find and then stuck in front of the fire to thaw out. It took a little bit of time, but soon their color started to return to normal and they became more alert.

Something was still off though.

The more warmed up C got, the more unnatural heat bloomed on their cheeks and neck and soon, they were entirely too warm.

“Yep, they’ve definitely got a fever..” B said from where they were gently cupping C’s face. “And a hell of a fever too! No wonder they weren’t hungry last night..”

“You think maybe that’s why they ran off? Fever dreams?” A asked as they added tea leaves into the kettle.

“I think that’s more than likely..” B gathered C into their arms and rubbed their back in slow, soothing circles.

“Well, they’re alright now..” A said softly as they pressed a steaming mug of tea into C’s thin hands. “Can you drink that for me honey? It’ll bring your fever down.. then you can get some sleep…”

C took a tentative sip of the tea and recoiled when the flavor hit their tongue. “Taste like.. dirt??”

“I know, I know.. it’s pretty gross.. but it’s good for you! Figured it was better than a dunk in the river..” A playfully glared at B. “Which someone did to me when I was sick.”

“Hey! You were really burning up! I didn’t know what to do!” B said, laughing and glaring back.

C also laughed softly, comforted by the gentle banter of their parents. They scrunched their face and downed the drink in one go before leaning back into B’s arms as they continued reminiscing with A. They were warm. They were safe. They were loved.

“Well I didn’t know if I was supposed to give you—” B was cut off when they looked down at their side and realized that C was sound asleep against their shoulder, breathing softly and evenly. They smiled and looked up at A who was doing the same.

“Let’s get them to bed..” A murmured gently, pressing a kiss to the top of C’s head, then one on B’s cheek.

Sure, the circumstances sucked. It was cold and wet and uncomfortable, but the important thing was the A’s family was safe and together. That’s all that mattered.

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[thoughtsandbones]

The same place, but different plans

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!MedicDoc OC (codename: Blue) 💀💙

WARNINGS: Mention of alcohol, fights, smut (but not what you think...), profanity, fluff, injury, blood, medical inaccuracies, p in the v (use a rubber folks) and just getting the POV of our friendly neighbourhood masked menace.

Plot: Doctor Ruhari Hari Kaur (OC is South Asian ☺️) joins the 141 again, but this time as their doctor. After the betrayal of Shepherd and Graves, Task Force 141 begins their hunt on his whereabouts and locating Makarov.

A/N: This is slightly related to the other parts, but is more of a one-shot, I haven't yet finished Part 8, so this most likely happens after... :D But had this idea and had to scribble it out of my brain.

PLEASE reblog and like!

Song inspo: Under Pressure - Queen & David Bowie and Keep this Between Us - Krtas Nssa and Little Lies - Fleetwood Mac

I grew up with the OG MW2 game, so there are some references to the old one, so kind of a mix of both the OG and the new timeline... (Also I'm ignoring the OG Shepherd betrayal and keeping in line the one with the new timeline..)

All rights reserved to the rightful owners of Call of Duty Modern Warfare.

spelling and some grammar mistakes as I am bad at times... :/

(FYI: bold sentences... that are like this... are supposed to describe redacted data/info to the plot... ;] .. )

Please do let me know how you all are finding this fanfic! :D

One Shot

As Ghost walked down the road from base to the local pub, he took a final drag of his cigarette and then tossed the butt on the ground, stopping momentarily, standing on it. He enjoyed the quasi seclusion before the chaos of the pub that loomed ahead. It was Saturday night, it was going to be busy as people were out on the lash. After a long week he craved the good bourbon the pub had. No Soap, no Price and no Gaz. He was savouring the loneliness tonight.

Opening the door, he was met with the hustle and bustle of the pub. He looked around, scanning the abundance of faces. A few heads turned his direction, he noted the cautioned eyes as he walked towards the bar after eyeing an empty spot.

"What can I get you mate?" the bartender asked as he approached

"Noah's Mill double, on the rocks please" Ghost said

The bartender nods and taps in the order on the till

"That'll be £5.80 please" He says

Ghost takes out his wallet, pulling out his card, and tapping it on the card reader before putting his card back in his wallet and then returning it to the inside jacket pocket.

"Cheers" he grumbled

He watched as the bartender poured his drink, he noted the small amount of bourbon left in the bottle. Noah's Mill was rare and he doubted the owner would order more considering it was only him and sometimes Price who had this drink and that it cost way too much to get.

Once the bartender gave him his drink, he lifted the neck of his balaclava up and took a sip from the glass. The cold bourbon moistening his mouth. Ghost savoured the vanilla notes as the bourbon ran down his throat. Tapping his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he could detect a bit cinnamon. His favourite scent and taste.

Ghost swirled the ice in his drink, tuning into the various conversations around him whilst he stared at the ice floating within the dark amber liquid.

Of all the conversations and laughter around him, it was your laughter that pricked his ears and seemed louder than the others.

Ghost turned slowly behind him, drink in hand, trying to locate where your laugh was coming from. It took him only a few seconds to locate you, right at the back of the pub, you were sitting at one of the tables, relaxed back in the chair, arms on the resting on its back. You wore a pink floral top, your naked toned arms on show, he noted the black humerus bone tattoo again. Ghost's eyes continued to scan your body, you wore the same skinny black jeans, and the same black leather jacket was now hanging on the edge back of the chair where your arms were resting. The long wavy brown hair flowed down your back. He also noted the black combat boots that you wore on your first day.

You were not alone. Sat opposite you was a black woman wearing a green dress, her braids cascading down her shoulders, she laughed as you spoke to her, her hands holding a glass of wine, silver bangles sliding down her wrist as she took a sip. He saw you lift your arms up, running your hands through your hair, before collecting it all and bringing them over your left shoulder revealing your back.

Ghost felt a ping across his chest again.

The pink floral top had a deep back that showed off your chiseled muscles. Peaking just on your left back were the edges of another tattoo. Ghost squinted his eyes, they seemed to be flowers.

How many tattoos do you have? He thought

You said something else, which led the woman in front of you to throw her head back as she laughed again. She responded and you then laughed, he saw a glimpse of your smile. He watched as you leaned forward, taking a sip of the drink you had, he noted a few shot glasses littering the table, you seem to be enjoying yourself. You returned your right arm back on the chair, leaning slightly back, giving a partial view of your front.

Ghost saw how the tight fitting of your top accentuated your breasts. He stomach lurched. He knew you were pretty, he knew you had a good body. But with all the baggy shirts, sweaters and loose scrubs you wore, he didn't realise you had a damn good body.

He swiftly turned back around facing the bar. A slight shame ran through him as he remembered your disapproving remarks when you found out the marines were calling you Dr "Peachy" because of your toned bum.

Ghost took another sip of his drink. The melted ice and bourbon was the perfect combination, he tried to focus on savouring the flavour of his drink, but his legs, more like his dick, kept trying to turn his stool, and body, back to you.

He relented, and turned half-way. In his peripherals he could still see you, making conversation with the other woman, whatever you were saying, clearly made her laugh, her head rocking back as she covered her mouth, trying to contain said laughter. Before he knew it, he was facing you again.

Ghost felt a tinge of jealousy. He wished he was there. He wished he was the one that you were telling all those jokes too.

The woman you were talking to looked up from you and stared right at him, eyes widened and then darted back to you, worry and caution flooding her face. He saw her say something to you, he couldn't make out what, and you turned your head quickly, eyebrows frowned, face full of contempt, but when you locked eyes with him, you relaxed and smiled at him, giving him a slight wave with your right hand. You returned your gaze back to the woman, before he could wave back, and said something that made her relax.

Clearly she thought he was a creep staring at them... And you didn't get up to come see him... A sick feeling settled in his stomach again.

You were out with a friend... Or on a date? Ghost thought to himself.

There was a heavy tap on his right shoulder, he jolted, nearly letting go of his drink, most of his beloved bourbon spilling on his jeans. He turned around narrowing his eyes at whoever disturbed him.

A short woman stood before him, dolled up, her blonde hair curled and tousled, framing her slight rounded face. Ghost looked at her, red lips matching a red satin-like dress that hugged every curve of her body.

"Get you another drink darling?" She said, red lips turning into a grin as she surveyed Ghost, admiring the darkness that shrouded him. Especially that mask.

"Still got this one" Ghost replied bluntly, tapping on the half spilt bourbon with his right hand whilst trying to dry off his wet jeans with his left hand.

"Looks like it spilt, c'mon darling I don't mind" She said as she took the empty seat next to Ghost.

Ghost sighed, he turned his head back to you, hoping you'd come up and say hello. Yet you were still sat there, conversing with the woman, he saw you reach over the table and with both hands cupping her face, she laughed and brought her hand enveloping yours.

Yeah, you were on a date Ghost concluded.

"Go on then love, Noah's Mill on the rocks" Ghost sighed, turning his gaze back to the woman beside him.

She kept her gaze on him as he drank the remaining bourbon in his current glass.

"Love the mask" She said.

Of course you do Ghost thought. Most women do, they just wanted to get fucked by the mask, not the person behind the mask, either out of horniness or drunkenness.

He nodded, turned his head down to the glass, swirling the remaining droplets.

He listened as the woman gave the bartender both their orders. He reached for his jacket packet, grabbing his wallet.

"Darling, it's my treat!" She protested as she saw him bring out his card. He nodded and returned the wallet back in his jacket.

I'll be payin' one way or the other he thought.

"What's your name?" Ghost asked

"Amy" Amy replied, "And yours darling?" She asked

"Ghost" He said.

Amy laughed, placing a hand on her chest and than slapping it on his thigh. Ghost's leg jolted at the sudden touch.

As the bartender placed the drinks in front of them, Ghost turned around to try and see if you had noticed the woman beside him, his eyes met an empty table where you once sat with your date... He scanned the rest of the pub. You'd gone. He felt his heart sink.

"Ghost?" Amy said, patting him lightly on the shoulder. He turned his attention back to the woman who now had her drink in her hand.

"You alright?" She asked

"Yeah, just thought I saw someone..." He trailed off. He grabbed his new bourbon, and clinked the wine glass.

"Cheers Amy" He said, giving her a wink.

Amy blushed, her cheeks turning the same shade of red as her lips. She nodded and took a sip of her wine as he drank half of his bourbon, not savouring the taste this time. Hoping the sudden rush of alcohol would at least make him tipsy enough to finish off this transaction.

After fifteen minutes, the pub started to die down. Ghost engaged in casual conversation with Amy, listening and not listening.

"Want another drink... Or do you want to come back to mine?" Amy said suggestively, fluttering her false lashes at Ghost, hoping he knew what she meant.

Of course he knew. Ghost drained the last of his bourbon into his mouth and then pushed the glass away from him.

"Let's go" He said, clearing his throat, Amy got off the stool, she stumbled next to him, weaving her arms through his elbow as he stuck his hands in his jacket pockets.

They both got a taxi to hers. He followed a clearly drunk Amy up the steps of her flat, holding the door open for her. She fumbled with her keys. The door opened and she walked in, he followed behind her.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Ghost asked one last time

"Of course darling, had my eyes on you since you walked in" Amy slurred turning around facing him, trying to grab his mask. Ghost took a step back.

"The mask stays on love" He gruffed.

"Not even one kiss?" She asks, pouting her smudged lips and widening her eyes.

Ghost sighed, lifting the mask up to his nose, revealing his lower jaw. Before he knew it, she jumped on him, latching her lips against his. He could taste the white wine on her tongue as it engulfed his mouth.

"Bedroom?" He said, breaking away from the kiss, taking his jacket and jeans off.

"Follow me" Amy said, unzipping her dress as she guided him to her bedroom. She let the dress pool around her ankles as she got on the bed watching Ghost take off his shirt, revealing his scarred torso.

"Oooh I love a man with -" Amy started

"Shhhh" Ghost said, climbing on top of her, kissing mouth, then moving down her neck to her breasts.

Amy moaned under him, her hands dragging over his back and then down his front over this boxers. He wasn't hard.

Ghost worked his way down, removing her underwear.

"Got a condom?" Ghost asked fingering her clit, she let out a small moan.

"I'm on the pill" Amy said, smiling mischievously

Ghost stopped moving his fingers and looked back down at her, eyes narrowed.

"Don't trust those things, got a condom?" He asked again.

Amy's eyes widened, smile dropping, almost like she was disappointed, and she reached over to the drawers next to her bed, after rummaging through, she found a condom.

"Good" Ghost said, and then returned to kissing her. He placed his hands on her hips, aligning his hips with hers and began grinding against her.

He opened his eyes, he saw Amy beneath him, eyes closed, soft moans coming out of her red stained lips. He wasn't feeling it with her.

He closed his eyes, his mind brought back the image of you. That pink floral top, those toned arms. Your smile. Your laugh. He felt himself get hard.

He took off his boxers, and rubbed his dick in his calloused hands. Amy looked up at him, greed and glee took over her face as she saw his thick and long dick.

"God I want you to fuck me hard" She moaned

"Yeah?" Ghost huffed, placing the condom on.

He saw her nod her head, he sighed. Grabbing her legs and pulling her closer to him, he thrusted himself into her.

Amy moaned. Ghost thrusted harder. She moaned louder. Ghost closed his eyes, trying to escape the emptiness that seeped through him as he plowed himself into her.

This was not how his night was supposed to go. He didn't want this, but he was so pent up. Pent up over you. He had to release the frustration that was building up in him from the past few weeks.

The image of you flickered across his eyelids, your smile. The way your hips swung as you walked. Your long hair making you even more beautiful. Oh how he longed for you to be under him.

Ghost opened his eyes staring blankly at the walls of the bedroom as he panted, he then moved his fingers grazing her clit again, she moaned softly. He closed his eyes.

He kept thrusting into Amy, her moans getting louder, he envisioned you. How would you sound? What would you do to him? He longed for you. He wanted you.

Just like that he finished. He grunted and then pulled out. The transaction was done.

He got up, grabbing his boxers and moved to the bathroom. Cleaned himself up and returned to the bedroom where Amy laid on the bed, still catching her breathe.

"Want to stay the night darling?" She said, perking up at the sight of Ghost's half naked body whilst patting the bed with her left hand.

"Can't, gotta get back to mine" He said, putting his shirt back on, he wanted nothing more to be back in his room at base.

"Hey, give me your number darling?" Amy said, sitting up.

"This was a one time thin' love" Ghost said bluntly, locking his eyes with her blue eyes. She scoffed at him, rolling her eyes, she got up and then headed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

What was she thinkin'? Thought she wanted a one time thing? Ghost thought as he stumbled into the living room, retrieving his jacket and jeans. Putting them on he left the apartment, without looking back.

Ghost never felt more empty than when he first stepped out tonight. This night did not go as planned, he just wanted a nice evening on his own, drinking his favourite bourbon, half of which was soaked into his jeans.

He took his phone out and booked a taxi back to base. It was 1:30am, and he had to be up in a couple of hours. But he knew he couldn't sleep, not now.

As the taxi drove up the hill towards base, he gazed out the window, he spotted the wooded area that you took him too on your first night out with the 141.

"Mind stopping here mate?" He asked the taxi driver

"Sure" The driver responded.

The taxi stopped, Ghost tapped his card on the card reader and then got out the car. The taxi turned around and went back down the hill. The street lights were turned off. Ghost gazed up into the clear night sky above, looking at the stars the shone above him. He tried to spot the Orion constellation you showed him, but he couldn't find it.

Ghost sighed and trekked back up to base. It was quiet. It was the weekend, and most people were on leave or asleep.

He walked up the stairs and made his way down the corridor where his room was at the end. Ghost walked to the door of your room, looking at the red cross embossed into the gold plaque. You were probably sound asleep. Or not there at all...

He walked on when he noticed the light was on in the infirmary, the door slightly open. A slight moan came from within.

Ghost walked up to the door, he heard a sniffle as he peered through the gap. He saw you facing away from the door, your hair up in a clip, still wearing the same pink floral top from early. Your body crouched onto the counter with your hands doing something to your face.

He knocked on the door.

"Doc?" Ghost said opening the door.

You turned around, with the one eye that wasn't swollen you were able to distinguish the person at the door was Ghost.

Ghost looked at your face, your right eye was swollen and there was a cut on your lip and right cheek, a cold shock ran through him, his eyes widened. He rushed towards you.

"What happened?" He snapped

"Ah, got punched in the face by a creep" You said nonchalantly returning to the counter where you laid out your tools and mirror to stitch the cuts on your face.

Ghost grabbed the back of your chair and swung it back to face him. You were shocked by the sudden action of his, your eyes met his, worry glazing over.

"When did this happen?" He said sternly, trying to recall the exact time you left the pub, but he was too damn distracted.

"Erm, like an hour ago" You say, trying to recall when this all happened "Lieutenant, I'm good" You add, trying to return to you set-up but the firm grip Ghost had on the chair prevented you from doing so.

"No you are not" He said and then walked off to the med bed where he grabbed the stool and brought it over to you.

"Hey I'm the one with the medical degree" You say slyly

Ghost stared at you, narrowing his eyes as he sat down and bringing his hands to your face. You jolt back.

"Mind washing your hands first?" You say

Ghost sighed, got up and then went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

To be honest, it was a good idea considering where his hands had previously been Ghost thought

He came back up to you and waved his hands, you smiled but winced due to the cuts on your lip and cheek.

"Where did this happen?" Ghost asked, keeping his eyes on you.

You look at him, already bracing yourself for the disapproval of your CO... You swallow some saliva to combat the sudden dryness in your throat.

"The wooded area... by base" You croaked

Ghost's eyes narrow further.

"Alone?"

"Yeah..."

"Why?"

"Looking at the stars" You say quietly "Didn't realise some guy followed me from the pub that far" You add.

"You were followed?" Ghost prodded as he reached over to your tools, grabbing a swab and then doused it with antiseptic and began cleaning the wounds on your face. You winced and hiss as the antiseptic stung your wound.

"I can do it" You say trying to grab the swab off him. "Just was struggling to stitch it up" You say lifting your bandaged hand that Ghost completely ignored.

"How did that happen?" Ghost said now looking at your right hand, a hint of anger in his voice.

"Punched the creep" You say

"Must've punch him wrong" Ghost snapped

"Punched him several times actually" You retort "He's probably gonna need his jaw reset"

Ghost shook his head, trying to suppress a chuckle.

"You were followed then?" Ghost asked again.

"Yeah, thought I lost him when I walked through the shortcut by Apple Tree Crescent" You murmur.

"You can't be out late by yourself" Ghost scolded "Where was your... friend I saw with in the pub?" Ghost said, swallowing the lump forming.

"She lives off base, and she drove home" You say "Base wasn't that far from the Anchor, so I said I was okay to walk"

Ghost shook his head as he cleaned the dried blood around the cut on your cheek, your left eye meeting both of his.

"Will you need stitches?" He asked

"Yeah" You said, examining the cuts on your face in the mirror on the counter. "I can't do it, my hand is fucked, tried twice already" You say looking at the broken pieces of sutures.

"Want me to try?" Ghost offered

You look him, as much as you needed the help, you couldn't trust someone to stitch up your face without at least a few years of experience...

"I've got Steri-Strips" You say back to him, moving over to the drawers and grabbing a pack. Ghost watched as you slid over on the chair to the drawers and grabbed a pack and slid back to him, handing him the pack.

"I know how to use these" He said reassuringly "Got any gloves?" He asked

You get up and move to the cupboard and grab a box of large and XL gloves.

"Take your pick"

Ghost picked a pair from the XL glove box and put them on. He pulled you closer to him as he began to close your cuts. You winced at the pressure he applied to your face.

"How was your date?" You ask him

"What date?" Ghost asked, eyes narrowed and focused on your left eye.

"The lady in red? At the bar?" You say

Oh you saw that Ghost thought

Ghost shrugged his shoulders

"Wasn't a date" He said finally

"Ah" You sigh

"Were you on a date?" Ghost asked, the question leapt from his throat without thinking

"Nah, just a night out with a friend" You reply

A sense of relief flooded Ghost, he moved closer to you. You could feel his warm breathe beating down on your skin. Closing your eyes as he worked the last steri-strip onto your cheek. Inhaling through your nose, you could smell a mixture of cigarettes and cinnamon

"You smell like cinnamon" You say drowsily, feeling wavy all of a sudden.

"Bastard must've punched you hard" Ghost said examining the swollen eye and cut on your cheek, he cut the last strip and placed it on the edge of the cut on your lip. His hands trailed down to your chin, turning your face to face his.

"Had a lot worse" You reply, eyes still closed

"You need an ice pack" Ghost says still looking at your right eye.

"Freezer in the fridge" You mumble, eyes closed.

Ghost smiles under his mask. You were tired and clearly disorientated.

He walked over the fridge, taking the gloves off and discarding them in the yellow BIOHAZARD bin. He grabbed a ice pack, heading back to you.

"Hey.." He said nudging your arm. You open your eyes, eyes now red and tired, and filling with tears as you recall the encounter in the woods in your head.

"Thank you Ghost" You say, looking up at him with one eye swollen and one normal eye, grabbing the ice pack and placing it on your right hand.

Ghost's heart skipped. He placed a hand on your right shoulder, the smooth material of your top catching on his rough hand.

"Anytime" He said softly "You listen to me" He said now, sitting back on the stool and placing his other hand on your other shoulder.

"You do not walk alone at night" He says. You nod at him

"If you want to look at the stars you tell me." He added. You nod again, a lump forming in your throat.

"Yes you're well trained, but there are fucked up people out there" He says

He watches as your reach down to your left leg and lift the hem up a bit, revealing a hidden knife holster

"Should've used this" You say, lifting out a knife, you try and laugh, but the cuts and swollen eye won't allow you to. You returned the knife back in the holster.

Ghost shook his head.

"Silly girl" He says and you shrug your shoulders.

"Give me your number, if you are out on your own, call me, I will walk you home or collect you." He says taking his phone out. "And I don't min' lookin' at the stars again with you"

"Yes sir" You say. Maybe he doesn't hate me after all...

You gave Ghost your number, and then tried to clean up, but Ghost told you to stay. He cleaned up and then locked the infirmary and helped you to your room, taking the keys out of your struggling hands, he guides you into your room.

Ghost looked around, it was so much more different now that you moved in. Books were now arranged on the desk and a plant on the windowsill.

You collapsed on the bed, taking the hair clip out, long hair flowed down your shoulders, the ice pack sliding off your hand and onto the floor. Ghost grabbed it and placed it on your right eye, where it was supposed to be in the first place.

"Can you help me take my boots off please" You mumble motioning towards your feet.

Ghost smirked under his mask, he got on one knee and untied the laces of your boots, and then removed your knife holster.

"Thank you" You say, wriggling your toes. You sit up and greet Ghost who was still on one knee by your legs.

Getting up and moving to your cupboard, you grab one of your t-shirts you wear to bed.

Ghost got up and turned around, he heard you open the door to the bathroom and walk in.

"Ah fuck!" You yell

Ghost turned around

"You okay?"

The bathroom door opened and you walked out, still wearing the pink floral top.

"Can you help with my top?" You ask, lifting the edge of your top, revealing a bruise on your left rib. "Didn't know I had this" You whispered, eyes becoming glassy

Ghost's eyes widen, he moved closer to you

"Sure" He whispered.

You turn around, your back now facing him, he grabbed the ends of your top and lifted it slowly to your shoulders.

Ghost blushed at the pink bra you wore and trying to avert his gaze down to the ground.

But his eyes were drawn in to the skull tattoo in the middle left of your back. A greyscale skull, with four different flowers behind it, underneath the skull, a phrase written in latin:

mortuorum vigilate dorsum

He traced the tattoo with his eyes, trying to memorise the artwork, he looked up, there was another bruise on your left shoulder.

Fuckin' hell Ghost thought

You wince again as you lifted your left arm up, Ghost brought his hand up to pull your arm down gently.

"You have another bruise on your shoulder" He said

"Great" You moan

You place your baggy t-shirt over your head, pulling your arms through.

"Thank you Ghost" You say turning back to him.

"Anytime. Will have to let Price know" He said

You shake your head, and hanging it. You felt tears run down your face, bringing your left hand up to wipe them away

"Hari, it's not your fault" Ghost said

You turn around facing him. Your left eye fully red and tired.

"You need sleep" Ghost said, checking his phone, it was nearly 4am.

You nod back at him, blinking your left eye.

"I'm goin' to sleep, but call or text me if you need anythin'" Ghost said

"Unless you need help with your jeans?" He added pointing at the skinny jeans you were still wearing.

You scoffed and slightly pushed him away with your left hand.

"Thank you lieutenant" You say

"Goo' Night" Ghost said

"Good night Ghost" You reply

Ghost left your room and then headed to his. He couldn't help feel guilty about what you went through tonight. If he just had the courage to go up to when he first saw you maybe none of this would've happened to you.

As he finally let himself back into his room, he collapsed on the bed.

He got out his phone, texted you "It's Ghost". He then typed in the phrase he saw on your back into the latin to english Google translate section, Ghost chuckled at the result:

mortuorum vigilate dorsum = The Dead watch my back

[dumplingsfordays]

evening hours

ok so hihi i'm back and down bad for dainsleif (as usual)

this is just a quick little idea i had while i was in the car so i wrote this down in a google doc and then pasted it here 😭😭

apologies for any spelling/grammar mistakes, this isn't proofread so there may be a lot :/

anyways thank you for reading and have an amazing day <3

source for the art (i couldn't find the initial artist, i'm sorry) : @abimanyuputro on pinterest

warning! if you're uncomfortable with any of these topics, please don't read : cuteness to angst to comfort, implied overworking from reader but not really specified

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mood :

Lavoe - kept crystal castles but its only piano (link to spotify)

daniel.mp3 - 3am walk - slowed & reverbed version (link to spotify)

lil indo - the beach (instrumental/slowed/muffled) (link to spotify)

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The first time you saw him, you were intrigued.

He had a mysterious air about him, emphasized by that starry cloak of his that he never seemed to take off. Delicate blonde hair, outlining his features with smooth strands, poured like a golden waterfall from the top of his head, and his cyan eyes were sharp and cold, but you could sense a sort of sadness hidden deep in them whenever you made eye contact. This wasn't a Mondstadter, you knew that for sure. He didn't look like he was from any other region in Teyvat, too - you could only assume that maybe this gentleman had a very unique taste in clothing and was simply blessed with inhumane beauty. You didn't think that he'd keep visiting your café, though.

The second time you saw him, you were curious.

Curious about his mask that covered only half of his face. Curious about his clothing, his mannerisms, his reticent politeness. Curious about why he was here in Mondstadt at all, and for what reason he seemed to be staying here. His face was a blank, white dot in the crowd of regulars you'd see each day, an enigma, and this fact made you wonder. Where did he come from? Why was he so reserved? And, arguably most importantly - who was he, really?

The third time you saw him, you were friendly.

You struck up conversation about the gorgeous weather outside when you brought him his coffee. Of course, he agreed, saying that it was a perfect time to go for a walk in the Whispering Woods, where the overarching trees provided the perfect amount of shade from the sun, and your quick talk ended there. He thanked you with that same quiet civility before you left his table, but this time, it was accompanied by a barely noticeable smile dancing on his fair lips.

The fourth time you saw him, you were open.

Your conversations were getting longer and longer as the days went by. His previously guarded-off persona was crumbling, and it seemed that he was getting more comfortable talking to you (and maybe even simply being around you). His eyes grew softer when you approached, his tense hands relaxed. You liked this new version of him - a version that he seemed to be hiding from you before he knew you meant no harm, a version that finally felt like it could be honest with you. He would be welcome in the café after closing hours, and you would enjoy simply talking to each other over some tea and muffins about the various aspects of your lives. At times, these conversations would get deep, philosophical - you talked about the meaning of life, about fate. He seemed interested in these topics, to your relief. You never really had a person that you could talk to about this, as they either always changed the subject to something a little more "real", or ignored you altogether, but this man was different. You felt like he was an old friend despite never knowing his name.

The fifth time you saw him, you were a mess.

Everything in your life seemed overwhelming, endlessly crushing at this point. You closed the café early today in an attempt to have extra time to pour your emotions out through some good ole crying, but you forgot about the man, still sitting at a table, book in hand. When you didn't come to him after the clock struck 8:15 (the usual time you'd come over after putting all the cups to soak), he looked over at the counter. You weren't there.

He assumed that you had more duties to attend to, and kept reading, keeping one eye the counter while he was doing so. In fact, instead of being in the storage room, whose entrance was past the counter, you were leaning against it, trying desperately to not cry too loudly. Your hot tears stung as they rolled down your cheeks, but you didn't dare move to wipe them away. You didn't want him to see you in this sorry state.

Unluckily for you, he heard one of your short gasps for air. He immediately set his book down to come over to the counter, and lo and behold, you looked up at him, cheeks and nose reddened as he peered over the wooden surface in worry.

"Can I come behind the counter?" he asked in genuine concern, a tone which you had never heard him speak with.

You nodded, sniffling. You must look absolutely pathetic to him right now.

He walked with urgency to you, and knelt across from you on the floor. He took your hands in his as his cyan eyes met your bloodshot ones.

"Are you okay?"

At these soft-spoken words, the dam broke. Tears poured from your eyes like crystal-clear rivers, and you pulled your hands away from his to bury your face in them. You shuddered as you desperately tried to catch quick breaths of air, gasping, eyes screwed shut.

"Hey, hey," he muttered, trying his best to be reassuring. You felt his (rather large) hands cup your face, carefully pulling it upwards. His thumbs wiped away your still-running tears with gentle care.

"Shh. Breathe, just breathe. That's it."

In between sniffles and ragged breaths, you explained why you were in such a state. You were reluctant to tell him - after all, you didn't want him to think ill of you (or worse, to bear yet another burden on his shoulders. He was probably carrying a lot as it was, and you felt like it was unfair that he should carry your problems with him, too).

"I'm- I'm sorry," you said hoarsely. "For this whole thing. I should've just-"

"No. You shouldn't apologize, not for this," he reassured, "but thank you for being honest."

You nodded, blinking away the last of your tears.

"Please tell me if you need anything."

You chuckled, albeit pitifully. "Yeah, if you know how to magically erase all of my problems with a fairy wand or something."

"I'm being serious, y/n," he warned, but his lips betrayed him - their corners quirked up into a small smile.

"I'll be fine," you sniffed one last time, before standing up, at which he stood up with you. "I'll be okay."

He furrowed his eyebrows. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I am. I think, at least."

"Alright then."

He walked back to the table on which his book lay, and after retrieving it, he headed towards the door. Before he exited, however, he stole one last glance towards you, and cleared his throat.

"You'll tell me though, right?"

"About what?" you asked as you watered some plants on a windowsill.

"If you need anything."

You turned to face him, and your eyes widened in surprise. "Oh, you really meant that?"

"Of course."

"Well... I am rather short on Mora."

A glare from the man made you freeze, and then you threw up your hands like you were at gunpoint (because you pretty much were at that point).

"Just kidding!" you laughed awkwardly, and in response, his gaze softened. "But no, there's nothing. I think all that crying cleared my head up a little bit, though. Thank you, truly."

He nodded, another smile gracing his elegant features, and walked out into the cold night air.

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[pacificwaternymph]

Okay, so I was actually planning on going a different direction with this but then my brain chose the other way. I’m just imaging, actor au btw, Scott coming in late one day to set out of breath with a whole, like, handful of green plants, but not the usual poppies he has for Jimmy.

He sees Jimmy, goes towards him like a man on a mission before gently shoving the plants in his chest, puts his hands on his knees, lowers his head and, still out of breath, sats something like, “Do you have any idea how hard it is to find four leaf clovers when we’re in the city??!”

And Jimmy looks down at what was shoved at him and, well, lo and behold, it’s, well, a bunch of four leaf clovers. He’s pretty sure Scott dropped a few on his way over to him and he’s vaguely concerned whose backyard Scott might’ve broken into but

“Is this because I kept complaining about the universe’s beef with me?”

And he’s trying so hard not to smile, but gosh darn it, they’re not poppies they can grow or find in a flower shop, but clovers that are difficult to find, let alone basically a whole bouquet of them-

Xornoth coughs, “Simp.”

They both ignore them before Jimmy asks, “Why are you so out of breath, don’t you drive? Or call an Uber or whatever?”

Scott pauses, eyes wide in disbelief, “I forgot the car-“

Turns out, as soon as Scott found a satisfactory amount of clovers and checked the time on his phone, he sprinted to where they would be shooting today, both not wanting to be late, but also give Jimmy the clovers he got. Turns out, he should’ve saved a bit of that luck for himself since his car is, like, two whole streets over.

I swear I had a completely different idea/thought in mind, but then this showed up. Yeah. Also, I forget if life series characters are also present or not, but Ren totally gives Jimmy a rabbits foot when he halved the sandwhich he brought for lunch/during his break with the guy who forgot his. He always could’ve just bought something or had something delivered, but Jimmy was too insistent on halving and sharing the sandwhich, this prompting to do something for Jimmy in return and thus how he got a rabbits foot.

It’s also nearly 3AM when I’m writing this so please be kind with any spelling or grammar mistakes.

- Starlight Anon

Aww this is actually so adorable I love this :) Scott is such a sweet boyfriend oh my god.

Let them have their MOMENT, Xornoth.

[littlemsstarlight8]

The Unlucky One

Hi! This is my first time publishing my writing so please bare with me, as Loki’s speech and mannerisms may not be perfect but I’ll try my best to improve in all areas! (I apologise if there are any grammar/spelling mistakes) :)

Pairings: Thor x female reader, Loki x female reader

Warnings: Mutual pining, Fluff, Angst, Odin winning the worst father award

Summary: It’s no secret that you and Loki have an undeniable attraction to one another but when forced into an unimaginable arrangement is love even in the cards for you?

As much as they may want to, both the men and women of Asgard knew their attempts to woo the God of Mischief would be futile; even then the brave would try and show their affection to the God only to be harshly turned down, dismissed or ignored completely.

Because it was clear the God had his sight set on the one person who has clouded his mind since their arrival.

As soon as his eyes landed upon you, he knew instantly that he was yours. There you stood beside his boisterous brother as he introduced you to their father, curtsying before him out of respect. Loki suppressed himself of smiling at the woman who gave love a new meaning as it dawned on him completely cliché the situation was. But he didn’t care.

You were stunning. With much dismay, he tore his eyes away from you not wanting to be caught in such an uncharacteristic state of himself. Not even a moment had passed though before Loki was informed of your name and occupation thanks to the man who called himself his father.

“Welcome to Asgard, Y/N L/N of Midgard.”

Norns your beauty came from a realm as pitiful as Midgard? His eyebrows raised in surprise of that statement but they were quickly lowered as he caught sight of you out of his peripheral vision and the spell you’d cast over him hit. Loki had no idea what had come over him but he knew that all he wanted, was to be yours.

And even though his feelings only multiplying with each glance Loki hadn’t made any attempts to showcase how deep his love ran for you. Because, and despite his unwillingness to admit it, the God of Mischief was afraid of being rejected. At fist he didn’t understand, Loki was fearless or so he thought, fearing no creature nor man but the thought of being unwanted by you made him want to jump of the biofrost bridge, knowing it will bring him the least amount of suffering.

But unaware to him, the feelings you harboured for Loki mirrored the devotion he felt towards you. Your love for one another however was blinding you both, unlike any onlookers who could see how painstakingly obvious you yearned for one another.

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You have been occupying Asgard for 6 months now, finding sanctuary within the realm and its people. And because of that, you had no intent on leaving anytime soon. You aimlessly wander through the palace halls, never growing tired of the Asgardian architecture, greeting the inhabitants of the palace you happen to fall upon. You had become well acquainted with fellow Asgardians, especially the ones with in the palace, however there were a select few who made this place feel like a new found home.

One Asgardian in particular.

You had been informed of the brothers departure in Asgard, tasked with a mission, the details which were undisclosed to you meaning that you had been feeling rather lonely recently due to having no way into contacting your other friends. A sigh escapes you lips as you find yourself at the balcony looking out towards the realms you have grown so fond of.

But only a few seconds later were your thoughts interrupted as you notice two familiar figures walking towards the castle and a smile overtook your features almost immediately. They had finally returned! Turning on the balls of your feet you make your way towards the staircase to the lower level only to already be met with the Gods you’d grown fond of.

“You’re back!” Shrieking in pure delight you throw your arms around both men, but your arms were quickly at your side before a certain God could even register your warm embrace.

“Lady Y/N! How splendid to see you!” Thor chuckled as you smile at him, nudging his brother out of his love struck state, unbeknownst to you.

“Darling, a pleasure as always to be back within your company.” He smiles before taking your hand and placing a light kiss on your knuckles, his lips lingering before pulling away with a soft smile and you swore you felt butterflies combust in your stomach as you smile back in your flustered state, praying that your cheeks hadn’t coloured.

Your focus switches to Thor, who was looking between you and his brother a dopy smile hanging on his lips, the whole exchange bemusing him greatly, much to Loki’s dismay.

“Lady Y/N, please excuse me for a moment while I inform father of our success. Perhaps allow Loki to keep you company!” The brash blonde announced smacking his brother’s shoulder, resulting in Loki stumbling forward with a glare aimed towards him as Thor’s smile widened before walking towards the throne room.

“Are you okay?” Concern lacing your voice as you looked at him worried for any injuries that may have occurred from the force behind Thor’s form of affection towards his brother.

Loki’s eyes meet yours before being greeted by the smile that dammed you from ever falling for anyone else.

“I’m perfectly alright, thank you darling.”

Awkwardness lingered in the air momentarily before you gasp in excitement as the realisation hits you of why who wished upon his return sooner and caught up to in the moment you grab is hand, leading him towards your chamber.

“I finally finished it! Well actually I finished it a couple of weeks ago but I loved it! The way it was writ- Loki are you listening?”

You stop your rambling to see Loki’s focus entirely on your intertwined hands and notice his lightly coloured cheeks. Was he embarrassed?

“I’m sorry! I didn’t intend to upset you-

But you were cut off by the way Loki’s head snapped up, making you were afraid that it was broken, but that thought was put at ease as he shook his head, his grip tightening on the hand you were trying to detangle from his own.

“No no no, it doesn’t bother me in the slightest darling! Please continue, you were saying…”

You ponder, trying to regain your train of thought while you both continue walking towards the destination.

“The play ‘Romeo and Juliet’ I borrowed from the library! It’s tragically beautiful! And the language! So brilliantly written!” You gush, walking over to your bedside table and grabbing the work you praised so highly about, holding it out towards Loki.

“Here! You should read it if you haven’t already, you may like it!” You recommend as he takes the copy from your hands, fingertips brushing ever so lightly as he smiled fondly at the play that now resides in his hands.

“I’ll see that I read it immediately. Thank you, dear Y/N.”

You both mirror the same soft smile at one another and you see Loki open his mouth as if to speak before being promptly interrupted by a loud knock on the door, only to be be met with a palace guard requesting for Loki’s assistance with details upon his most recent mission before leaving as quickly as they appeared.

You hear Loki let out a sigh of annoyance at the request, turning towards you with a small smile placed upon his lips.

“My apologies but it seems I have to depart earlier than I would please.” Once more, placing a kiss upon your hand.

“Until next time, princess.”

Now did the nicknames he gave you only make you fall further for the God dressed in green, the butterflies once again materialising in the pit of your stomach as you watch him leave your room, your recommendation protectively grasped in his hand.

Weeks passed since the return of the two brothers and your time spent with them increasing, with one brother specifically. You treasured the time you shared with the God of Mischief and your feelings towards him only intensified with every conversation and each nickname which he probably thought nothing of.

You were just finishing the latest chapter of your book, as a distinctive thumping on the door intruded on your private hour however, you happily welcomed them in, being met with the guard usually stationed on the floor where your room is situated.

“Lady Y/N, I have been informed that your presence is being called upon King Odin of Asgard himself.”

You smile, thanking the guard despite the confusion that filled your mind of why the King insisted upon you as his audience. Nevertheless you made you way towards the throne room, calling out to Thor as you find him just outside your destination.

“Ah Lady Y/N, how wonderful to see you! I half suspected to see my brother trailing behind you like a lost puppy!” He snickers his smile as wide as ever and contagious resulting in you reciprocating one in return with a laugh, not knowing entirely of what Thor meant by his statement, as you both enter the throne room.

“Father!” Thor exclaims upon arrival, kneeling before him while you take yourself to stand towards the side of the platform.

“My son, Lady Y/N thank you for accompanying me at such an hour but I have reached the understanding of the issues that have once brewed between two certain realms, and after much consideration between myself and the royal advisors we have finally reached a consensus.”

“How marvellous father! A glorious day for which should be celebrated!” Thor cheers, applauding the outcome of the situation you were still unsure of why you were being informed of such news.

“But if I may be so inclined to ask, what realms are we helping reconcile father?”

“Asgard and Midgard my boy. After all the suffering Midgard has endured, especially with the havoc caused by your brother, it is in both realms best interests to come together peacefully.” The King explains monotonously, as his eyes drift towards you briefly before settling back on his son.

“Thor, you are to court Lady Y/N and ask for her hand in marriage.”

And you feel as if the world had stopped spinning and your ears begin to ring. You didn’t want to marry Thor, hell you didn’t know if you were even ready for marriage yet but here you are plans apparently already discussed only for the benefit of the realms, not the people involved.

“No.”

“My boy, this is indisputable, you must follow through with this decision!” Odin states his voice rising and his frown deepening as Thor defies his command. Your mind races through scenarios of the situation, feeling your visage of a smile start to falter at the thoughts of this becoming your reality.

“We can’t!” Thor retaliates, his gaze hard upon his father. “Loki doesn’t deserve that! He is-

“He doesn’t matter!” Odin booms, his voice echoing through the empty room.

“He matters to me!”

There and then your mind drifts to the God of mischief you had fallen for as you interrupted, your heart shattering at the lack of care his father held for him and you find yourself next to his brother as you stand before the King.

“He is my brother! You’re a fool father if you think I’m going to do that to him.”

The expression on King Odin’s face is unreadable, perhaps due to the lack of emotion he has towards this arrangement or the feelings towards his own sons. But for a brief second you could have swore you saw a hint of remorse behind his eye, however you found that highly unlikely.

“You don’t have a choice son.”

As you blink, the tears you were refraining escape, lowering your head to avoid being witnessed at your low. Helplessly, you swipe at the tears with the pad of your thumb before turning to look at the brother involved, powerless against his father’s command. His head was lowered like yours, his breathing heavy as his face contorted from bitter anger to helplessness.

“This alliance is necessary to allow peace between the two realms, and it will happen. Do you understand?”

You want nothing more than to interject, to scream at Odin for even considering this as even an option, but it was as if your vocal cords had been ripped out from your throat. You look at the God of Thunder beside you seeing his breathing pattern becoming more frantic than before, concerning you immensely.

“Thor?”

You’re met with silence, a very rare response from the usually boisterous God and yet he seemed kept up in his own head. You were about to press further, only for Odin to continue his judgment.

“Thor you shall propose to Lady Y/N at the banquet tonight, to which she shall happily accept.” Your world crumbling around you with each demand the King laid upon you both, unshed tears forming in the corner of your eyes. Thor pushed himself of his knee, glaring at his father who had no interest for what his son wanted, his chaw clenched turning towards you with a tight lip smile.

“Lady Y/N, if you would be so kind to excuse myself and my father, I would like to speak with him alone.”

You comply with a single nod, not bothering to curtsy before your departure, knowing Odin didn’t deserve your respect. Hastily, you make your way to your chamber, just managing to close the door before slapping a hand across your mouth to choke back a sob, your shoulders shaking in the process. All you could do is pray that Thor would succeed in convincing his father out of such a distressing decision.

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Much to your dismay, you were instructed to dress in a far more formal attire this evening at the banquet you’re currently attending, increasing the feeling of dread that resided in your stomach: it was as if your dress were confirming the failure of converting the King’s judgment.

You certainly had no appetite, the rim of your chalice being the only thing you had raised to your lips the entire night so far. You kept your head lowered eyes focused on your uneaten meal, avoiding having to converse with anyone, well until the unmistakable voice of a God compels you to look up.

“Good evening darling.”

Again, the ache in your heart consumes you as Loki gently takes your hand in your own bringing it to his lips, the gesture only making what you fear to come more agonising.

You greet him with just a small smile, quickly taking your hand back and letting it drop to your side realising it must’ve have seemed very uncharacteristic as Loki’s eyebrows furrow, a frown etching its way onto his features. But before you can rectify any suspicions around your behaviour you are quickly interrupted by ringing throughout the hall, silence soon following.

“Everybody,” Odin declared once the chiming seized, “My son has an announcement.”

The rooms focus all shifts to the God of Thunder as he rose from his chair, striding to the middle of the banquet floor, beckoning for you with a smile.

And it takes everything in you not to start crying there and then as you do as you’re asked, standing before Thor.

“Lady Y/N,” he mimics the gesture Loki frequently greets you, his lips feather light on the back of your hand.

And then it happens.

He kneels to the ground, pulling out a small red box, gasps and whispers breaking out all around the proposal.

“Marry me,” he speaks slowly, his eyes not leaving yours, flashing a bright smile. “And you’ll never have to be alone.”

“I love you.”

Even knowing that you would be forced into your current situation, you hadn’t prepared yourself for those three little words, only offering a tight lipped smile but even you could tell how strained it must look and the look behind Thor’s eyes confirmed your thoughts. He waited, as if he was expecting you to say something, but you don’t so you watch as inhales deeply before opening the small box nestled in his hands.

“Will you marry me Lady Y/N?”

To the witnesses of this declaration of love, Thor is smiling as if you were his soulmate but you saw how much force was behind it, desperately trying to convince the onlookers and possibly himself.

Despite knowing you shouldn’t, you turn to look at the only God you ever dreamed at one day courting and there he was standing, staring at the scene before him with wide eyes and lips slightly parted, as if he was to say something. You wished for him to intervene, for him to stride over, scoop you up and save you from this nightmare. But that’s all it was, a wish. And no matter how much you may want them to, some wishes just don’t come true.

So you whisper the three letter word that condemns you to a loveless commitment.

“Yes.”

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A/N My first fanfic published and I’m sorry it’s so long! This concept has been in my head for a while now and I’m happy to finally share it! I plan on writing the majority of the next part through Loki’s POV hence the reason why it was hardly touched upon. Although I had no idea how to write Thor’s proposal I hope you enjoyed this story so far!

[voidthewanderer]

Do you have any writing tips? I feel so stupid. I've only written couple of one shots, and I'm planning on writing chapters, too. I just... Can't seem to write more than 2k at a time.

I am not articulate as I'd like to be and I just feel so stupid. 😭😭😭😭

I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm probably not the best person to ask this, as I just... write. I don't worry about if someone's going to shit on me for having "too many descriptors" or "telling and not showing" or anything like that.

I also want you to bear in mind that I was reading Stephen King books by the time I was like six. I was on a higher reading and writing comprehension level than my classmates at a very early age, which probably did help me when I actually got into creative writing. (Please also note that I am not saying this to say that I’m smarter than other people, just that I read higher reading levels at a very early age)

If found that the things that help me best, outside of just write and read a lot:

Plot: Plotting doesn’t have to be big fancy brainstorm trees or essentially writing the entire story without actually writing it. It could even just be a simple flow of start -> rise -> climax -> fall -> end. And then you do small flesh outing from there. I personally do these I notebooks rather than on the computer.

Draft: I only do an editing draft; essentially just a first draft that I work on in Google Docs when I’m on the go. I ignore vocal quirks for when characters are talking, spelling and grammatical errors, don’t worry about the word count. I just write until I feel like it’s at a good point to stop. There’s no need to worry about over or under writing details because you’ll edit that stuff later.

Edit: I probably do editing a bit differently than everybody else does, because I have dedicated word documents for my stories rather than solely using Google Docs. I open the browser window side by side with the document that has the final write up, this way I also have easy access to go to old writings for character vocal quirks, websites to help with descriptors and actions, and overall just getting to reread over the work and make the changes I want. Add and remove content.

Proofread: REREAD YOUR WORK. Do this MANY times. Yes, you will get sick of it. But, if you’re anything like me, you will kick yourself if you find spelling and grammar mistakes that slipped through the cracks.

I wouldn’t worry about the word count or anything of that sort. Sometimes, you can get exactly what you want or need to get out in 1k words, and sometimes you need 5k. Length is hand in hand with the flow of a piece. If you read my story, Mnemonic Impressions, you can see that it’s stagnant after a certain point rather than flow. Whereas if you read Addicted, it has a flow. It’s all about how long you want to take to get to the ultimate climax of the story.

Something else that may help is when you see writing prompts? Even if you don’t actively take requests, just grab one that interests you and write! It’s a good exercise to get into the flow of writing.

You’re not stupid for not feeling like you know what to say or not being able to write over a certain amount of words. Writing is hard! Writing is very hard. I can tell you that I haven’t actually updated Mnemonic Impressions in nearly two years now because I’m stuck and don’t really know where to go next.

I know it sounds bullshit, but you sometimes just gotta keep your nose to the grindstone and keep pushing. If you gotta take a break every 2k words and then come back, do that! It’s all a matter of finding what works the best for you!

[ehldritchblast]

RULES:

CREDIT: The PSD I’m using for my edits is “ENHANCE ABILITY” by Jaynedits.

ONE. This blog will likely be a low-activity blog, but I will usually be available through IMs if anyone wants to chat (and you can feel free to ask for my discord if we're close enough). JUST A HEAD'S UP: i am INCREDIBLY new to the dnd scene. i'm still learning and doing my best to get things right, but if anyone has any advice/critiques, please feel free to let me know! i just ask that you be nice about it, thanks!

TWO. I have ADHD and as such, I will answer asks / respond to threads as I get the muse for them. It's nothing personal if I don't get to something of ours right away, it's just hard for me to focus at times!

THREE. Sometimes I will drop threads without warning and it's nothing personal, I just lose muse. I'm more than willing to start up a new thread. The best way to write with me is from sending memes or writing starters. I also like to plot and find that I'm more invested in threads this way.

FOUR. I will only follow 21+ blogs on here and will block any minors who may follow for my own comfort. I have the right to follow or unfollow you whenever I please. That being said, I will not follow back personal blogs, or a RP blog that I couldn’t see my muses interacting with. Please don’t take it personally.

FIVE. I only ship with chemistry and I'm open to discussing shipping with our muses so long as there's chemistry and the you're willing to discuss / plot ship dynamics with me. I'm also duplicate friendly and love that other people love these muses too!

SIX. THINGS THAT WILL MAKE ME NOT FOLLOW / UNFOLLOW / SOFT/HARD BLOCK YOU:

+ you are under 21, are racist, transphobic, homophobic, antisemitic, ableist, pedophilic, harass others, etc. + you write an original character with little to no information, as I need something to go off of to think of how to interact with your muse. + post an excessive amount of ooc (enough to constantly spam my dash; i don’t mind if you post more ooc than actual rp most days bc i do the same), have constant poor grammar / spelling mistakes (though i'll be more lenient if english isn't your first language), partake in petty, pointless drama, or write in a lot of purple prose / overly format your posts. + don't tag triggering content, write a lot of incest, child death, and any form of abuse (i.e. domestic, sexual, etc), or focus heavily on pregnancy plots. + you follow me first and make no attempt to interact with me, are absent from your blog for long amounts of time (without posting a hiatus warning), disrespect people's boundaries, vague blog, or post a lot of callouts. + if you are a personal blog, follow and unfollow me to try to get my attention, send me things (i.e. memes / rp stuff) when we aren't mutuals, harass my friends, just use me as a number for your follower count, ignore the things i write for you (especially if it's me answering a meme you sent in or writing you a starter), or don't put in the effort for a ship that i have grown invested in. + if you follow me to write / ship with my male muses and ignore my female & oc/tav muses.

SEVEN. I do not deal with ooc drama. If I see it happening on my dash I will not get involved in it, and if it reaches a certain point, I will probably block the person(s) in question.

To add to this: I do not view certain ‘callouts’ as ‘drama’. If someone is bringing attention to harmful behavior, that’s fine. I won’t hesitate to heed that person’s warning and acknowledge / reblog that post if I feel that it is necessary. The types of ‘callouts’ I find unnecessary are the ones where someone is just being petty and talking shit because they don’t like someone and/or are bullying them. That’s something you could handle privately and doesn’t need to be on the dash and/or just block the person and move on. I will not tell you who and who not to write with. I would much rather simply block anyone I wish not to see on my dash. That said, please do not hesitate to inform me if I'm interacting with someone who is a genuinely toxic individual.

[loyalpromise]

RULES:

CREDIT: The PSD I’m using for my edits is “ENHANCE ABILITY” by Jaynedits.

ONE. This blog will likely be a low-activity blog, but I will usually be available through IMs if anyone wants to chat (and you can feel free to ask for my discord if we're close enough).

TWO. I have ADHD and as such, I will answer asks / respond to threads as I get the muse for them. It's nothing personal if I don't get to something of ours right away, it's just hard for me to focus at times!

THREE. Sometimes I will drop threads without warning and it's nothing personal, I just lose muse. I'm more than willing to start up a new thread. The best way to write with me is from sending memes or writing starters. I also like to plot and find that I'm more invested in threads this way.

FOUR. I will only follow 21+ blogs on here and will block any minors who may follow for my own comfort. I have the right to follow or unfollow you whenever I please. That being said, I will not follow back personal blogs, or a RP blog that I couldn’t see my muses interacting with. Please don’t take it personally.

FIVE. I only ship with chemistry and I'm open to discussing shipping with our muses so long as there's chemistry and the you're willing to discuss / plot ship dynamics with me. I'm also duplicate friendly and love that other people love these muses too!

SIX. THINGS THAT WILL MAKE ME NOT FOLLOW / UNFOLLOW / SOFT/HARD BLOCK YOU:

+ you are under 21, are racist, transphobic, homophobic, antisemitic, ableist, pedophilic, harass others, etc. + you write an original character with little to no information, as I need something to go off of to think of how to interact with your muse. + write an animated character / use an animated fc without having a live-action fc available to use instead (realistic animation (i.e. animation that looks very close to real life people) is fine though, and i don’t mind if you are a multi that has animated fcs on your blog), use youtubers, models, singers, or any other non-actors as your fc. + post an excessive amount of ooc (enough to constantly spam my dash; i don’t mind if you post more ooc than actual rp most days bc i do the same), have constant poor grammar / spelling mistakes (though i'll be more lenient if english isn't your first language), partake in petty, pointless drama, or write in a lot of purple prose / overly format your posts. + don't tag triggering content, write a lot of incest, child death, and any form of abuse (i.e. domestic, sexual, etc), or focus heavily on pregnancy plots. + you follow me first and make no attempt to interact with me, are absent from your blog for long amounts of time (without posting a hiatus warning), disrespect people's boundaries, vague blog, or post a lot of callouts. + if you are a personal blog, follow and unfollow me to try to get my attention, send me things (i.e. memes / rp stuff) when we aren't mutuals, harass my friends, just use me as a number for your follower count, ignore the things i write for you (especially if it's me answering a meme you sent in or writing you a starter), or don't put in the effort for a ship that i have grown invested in. + if you follow me to write / ship with my male muses and ignore my female & oc muses.

SEVEN. I do not deal with ooc drama. If I see it happening on my dash I will not get involved in it, and if it reaches a certain point, I will probably block the person(s) in question.

To add to this: I do not view certain ‘callouts’ as ‘drama’. If someone is bringing attention to harmful behavior, that’s fine. I won’t hesitate to heed that person’s warning and acknowledge / reblog that post if I feel that it is necessary. The types of ‘callouts’ I find unnecessary are the ones where someone is just being petty and talking shit because they don’t like someone and/or are bullying them. That’s something you could handle privately and doesn’t need to be on the dash and/or just block the person and move on. I will not tell you who and who not to write with. I would much rather simply block anyone I wish not to see on my dash. That said, please do not hesitate to inform me if I'm interacting with someone who is a genuinely toxic individual.

[mitsua]

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[weird-is-life]

When night falls, I am your escape #8

Summary: After avoiding her home town for a long time because of the boy who broke her heart. Y/N goes home to spend the longest time there in 15 years. The problem is that he is home, too. Daniel wants to reconnect with her, but she wants nothing more than to just avoid him.

Warnings: language

Chapters: 8/12

Words: 1.2k Masterlist

(English is not my first language, so please excuse any grammar/spelling mistakes)

I didn't sleep much that night. Everything that was said, kept replaying in my head. It was driving me crazy. I was exhausted, but the sleep wasn't coming.

As i obviously couldn't sleep any longer,than i already had, i got up. The clock on my bedsite table showed, that it was around 6 a.m. So i decided to do the one thing, that I never usually did. I went for a run. It was fair to say, that running wasn't my most favorite exercise to do. But it was a good thing for clearing your mind.

I ran around the neighborhood, it wasn't the longest run, but it did it's purpose. I sorted the thoughts in my head and went home.

What i didn't expect to see, when i got home, was a huge bouquet of mariachi flowers. The whole room smelled like them and they were really pretty. Inbetween the flowers i found a note.

Dear Y/N,

Thank you for letting me explain it all, i really appreciate it. And once again, i am terribly sorry about everything.

- Daniel

I didn't know what to think. I mean it was nice, but i didn't need flowers as a thank you gift for hearing him out.

And also the whole sorting out my thoughts went to shit right after i read the note. So I ran basically for nothing, except maybe for my health, but my mind was a mess again.

What was i even suppose to do? I didn't know.

Like part of me wanted to forgive him and move on, but the other part of me wanted to ignore him , like i did before. It was all so confusing.

But i didn't want to sit and pity myself any longer, so I said to myself "that's it" , i couldn't spend the entire time, worrying about meeting Daniel and because of that staying at home, rather than going out. I had enough, it was ridiculous . I spent so much time avoiding this place, than being with my friends and family. I couldn't take it anymore, it hurt me and most importantly the people closest to me.

At that moment i decided, that I would forgive Daniel.

Altough it didn't mean, that we would be friends again. More likely far far from it. But atleast everything would be done, that painful chapter of both of our lives would be finally closed.

There was still a question about how  would i tell him it. I mean should i have just said, that I forgive you or like maybe send him a text.

Nope, text was definitely not a good idea. As i was thinking about texting, i received one.

Kyle: Hey Y/N, there's gonna be a bonfire at the beach tonight. Nothing extraordinary. Just a few surfers and maybe a few other people. You should come, i'm hoping to see you.

I haven't been to a bonfire in forever. It would probably be a good fun, so I texted him back and asked at what time would it start . It was suppose to be later in the evening. Because i had plenty of time to spare, i spent the day with mom and dad.

When the evening finally came, i was looking forward to it.

I took a few coldies for Kyle and his friends and set out. The drive from my house to the beach wasn't really long. It only took like 10 minutes.

And when i arrived, there was a good amount of people there already. I recognized Kyle and his friends straightaway, they were sitting next to the fire on a log of wood.

I joined them next to the fire. We talked and laughed a lot, but i couldn't help but to zone out once in a while.

"What's up with you today?" Kyle asked.

"What do you mean? Nothing, i'm okay" i lied.

"I can see something is wrong. You know, you can talk to me" i gave him a little smile.

"Yeah i know, thanks. It's just stuff with Daniel, i just don't know what to do " i told him

"Why? What happened?"

"I finally gave in and listened to what he had to say. And now i want to forgive him and just move, i just don't know how to do it, you know... " i sighed.

"Well, i think you should just go talk to him, no?" he asked.

"But what if it's not the right thing? Maybe i should just continue with my life like the conversation didn't happen" i thought outloud.

"No, i think you should go and finally close that chapter of your life " why was i even taking advice from Kyle?Last time i did that, i almost broke my arm. But fuck, he was right, i should have done that.

"Alright yeah, you know what, you are right, i'm going to go talk to him" i started to get up.

"Whoa, hold up, you want to go right now?" he asked surprised.

"Well yes, you literally said i should" i replied.

"I did, but i didn't mean like straight away" he chuckled.

"Alright, i'll sta.." i didn't finish the sentence because he interrupted me.

"No no, you are right, you should go and sort it all out. "

"Are you sure? i can stay " i didn't want to just rudely leave.

" Yes, go, text me when you get home yeah?And good luck "he said.

" Yeah, i'll text you, have a goodnight"i gave him a hug, said goodbye to everybody else and left to talk to Daniel.

The drive to his house was easier than the last time, atleast i didn't get lost.

The bigger problem was to ring the damn doorbell. Before i could overthink it like always, i rang it.

I could hear a faint music playing from the house, but i didn't even realise, that he could have people over until he opened the door. Well it was too late to turn back anyway.

"Oh hey" he greeted me surprised.

"Um hi, i wanted to tell you something, but you clearly have someone over, so i'll come back some other time" i told him and was on my way away .

"No no it's alright, i don't have anybody over, i was just having a party by myself, we can talk" he quickly cut me off,"do you maybe wanna come inside, we don't have to talk at the door" he added.

"No i'm alright, i just came to tell you that i..." i had to take a deep breath before i could continue, " that i forgive you. "

"What?" he stared at me wide eyed.

"I said, that I forgive you" he didn't say a word, he was just staring at me like i ate his dinner. It was starting to get a little uncomfortable.

" You alright or..?" i asked little worried.

" Yeah, i'm just surprised, that's all, i thought you wouldn't want to see me ever again after we had the talk" he finally spoke.

"I didn't at first, but i want to move on and this is the thing i need to do to actually move on . So yeah, I decided to forgive you, but that doesn’t mean we are back to being friends" this sentence visibly pained him.

"No i know, i totally get it. I understand your point"

"But maybe we can start over sometime? Be friends again? " he really hoped, i wouldn't completely shut him of your life.

"Maybe" i gave him the slightest piece of hope, "But I'm gonna go home now, it's quite late, goodnight Daniel" i said.

"Okay, goodnight Y/N and thank you " he emphasized the last two words.

.......

Taglist: @wonderlandofsu @eniram-du @theworldofemmy @citylights31 @readerselegance @queenanababy @mgajdaaa @tall-tanned-tattoo

Thank you for reading. I hope it wasn't too bad.i know this chapter is not very long, but hopefully next chapter will be longer. I appreciate all the feedback. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

Have a great day. Peace out ☀️ Chapter#9

Psa: Thank you for giving me the idea of the apology flowers, you know who you are. 🧡

[english8muffin]

Vogue morning routine

Y/N Y/N/L’s guide to effortless natural makeup

Summary: you are asked to do the Vogue Beauty Secrets video and your two boys decide to join the party

Word count: around 2000

Warning: none, just pure floof!

I apologize in advance if there are any spelling and/or grammar mistakes, English is not my first language (+ this is my very first fic)

HEADLINE Henry Cavill’s new girlfriend, designer Y/N Y/L/N reveals her everyday morning routine in recent Vogue video: Y/N Y/L/N shows off her secrets to the perfect fusion of European and Asian beauty.

You stood in the spacious bathroom of the hotel room, only wearing a big, fluffy, white robe, that was actually Henry’s. But since the man was in the gym, you took the opportunity to lend it and bathe yourself in his musky smell, that calmed your nerves. Last night you started panicking, thinking you would probably look stupid for the entire world to see, luckily Henry and Kal tried to calm you down with cuddles and kisses.

This was the first ‘interview’ you would do, being such a young, successful entrepreneur really caught the attention of the media. When you first started your small online shop, you never would have thought you would end up here. Five years later, with a steady income, the job you always wished for and the man you had a crush on since the first time you laid eyes on him. Being a creative, it really made your heart soar with happiness, seeing all your products, your babies, in new homes where they would make others happy.

You were really proud of yourself. Henry was as well, and he made sure you and everybody around you knew. You were apprehensive at first, being with such a well known actor, who was also much older than you, it made you nervous of what people would say, what the media would say. You didn’t want to tarnish Henry’s image. You knew there were people with a much bigger age gap, but still, people were ruthless. So you both decided to take it slow, being careful with going out in public and social media posts.

You stand in front of the large mirror, which had a camera attached to it and open up your makeup bag. Right before you went into the bathroom, you made yourself a nice cup of tea, trying to stay calm. “Hi! I’m Y/N and today I am going to show you my everyday makeup routine,” you say with a smile, “I am not a dermatologist so please don’t take what I say too seriously.”

You grab a small white washcloth and hold it up, so it was in the frame, “First, I am going to wash my face and put on a few drops of serum,” You dampen the cloth and wipe it over your face and neck. You put a few drops in the palm of your hand and pat them into your skin. “Now I going to use my jade roller to massage the serum into my skin. It’s quite funny seeing so many people use these nowadays. In ancient China they were mostly used by the elite to keep there skin ageless. They would call jade the Stone of Heaven. It’s really helpful for the people who wake up with a puffy face like me,” you chuckle.

Somethimes you’d wake up with puffy cheeks, which led to Henry calling you his chubby bunny in the morning.

“Just a quick tip, and this is for everybody, make sure you always use SPF. I personally use SPF 30 and this one is shine control, since I tend to get an oily skin, but you can also use a regular one or a foundation with SPF in it. Believe me when I say your skin will be thankful.”

You grab the small tube of sun cream and show the amount you’ll use. You even convinced Henry to wear SPF everyday. At first he said he didn’t think it would make such a big difference, but when he realised you were going to be the one to put it on him, he was convinced about its benefits and adamant to wear it everyday. After working the thick cream into your skin, you put on some lipbalm and rummage through the pouch in front of you. When you find the product you’re looking for, you hold it up. “Now, I am going to put on a bit of concealer, this one is from Maybelline. After this, I will use a lighter shade under my eyes and on my acne scars that I have here,” you point and circle around the small cluster of scars on the sides of your cheeks.

Before blending out the concealer, you smile at the lens and put in two bright yellow hairclips, to keep your dark locks from falling into your face. “I probably should have done this at the start,” you laugh. The nerves creeping up a little. It wasn’t that you where a shy person, but knowing thousands of people will watch this, did something to you. You were always a very easygoing person, who could talk with pretty much everybody. But knowing people were going to watch you do something so intimate in a way, and would probably comment on it, scared you a little. While you would be 100% yourself, doing something as mundane as getting ready. If they didn’t like you now, then they probably won’t like you later. And that was what made you so afraid.

The bathrobe falls a bit down your shoulder, but you ignore it, since your hair fell down your shoulders in big waves. “Okay, brows. I used to block them in really dark when I was younger, but now I try to keep a light hand. I’ll use this Got 2B Glued as a brow gel afterwards. The tails of my eyebrows tend to move if I don’t use a strong enough gel. If you’re Asian you will understand the struggle.”

You quickly finish your brows, put some bronzer on your face and eyelids and take out your liquid eyeliner. “Am I the only one that acts like I’m a beauty guru whenever I do my makeup? Like, I’m just acting as if I’m used to this, right now, but to be honest, I was really nervous to do this video for Vogue,” you admit, “they will probably regret asking me,” you chuckle. You finish your eyemakeup with curling your long lashes, thanks to your mother’s genes, and add a coat of mascara.

You take in a deep breath, excited to show everyone the product you had been waiting for. “The next thing I am really proud to show you guys, because I designed the packaging. This is the new limited edition blush and highlighter palette from Dior, which they created for Lunar New Year!” You beam with pride, holding up the elegant looking palette. It had a darker toned glossy finish and the borders were the traditional Chinese looking frames, which were 3D and were surrounded by a wild variety of peonies. In the middle of the lid was your Chinese calligraphy in big golden brush stokes that said ‘year of the Ox’, the clasp was designed so it resembled an antique Chinese coin and on the side hung a jade charm.

“You can pre-order this palette now, I think they will put a link-thingy in de description. I wish you all a happy and blessed Lunar New Year, 祝农历年新年快乐牛年大吉!”

Just as you’re about to add some blush to your cheeks, the bathroom door creaks open and a curly-headed, sweaty Henry pops his head in. Fresh from the gym, and were you thankful for his new intense workout, because he was truely a sight to behold. A cheeky smile graces his handsome face when he spots you in front of the mirror, only wearing his robe, which made his grin widen.

“what are you doing in here? Are you hiding from me? Playing hide and seek is it?” he teases and rakes his large hand through the tousled curls, but just as he’s done speaking, he sees the camera behind you, and blushes. “Oh, I didn’t know you were filming, I’m sorry darling,” he smiles and gives a small wave in the direction of the camera. You led out a giggle, cheeks turning red already, if he’d keep this up, you wouldn’t need to add blush. You couldn’t focus anymore, he looked so attractive, only wearing his black gym shorts and a tight dark blue tank top. Damn that camera, otherwise you would have jumped him. Henry, thought the exact same thing. Seeing you, only wearing his robe and your hair still a bit wild from this morning’s cardio, made him hold back a moan. Those two cute, yellow clips in your hair could have fooled him, because you were anything but innocent.

Before he’s about to close the door again, he blows you a kiss. But his actions are stopped when a big bear makes his appearance. Bolting past his dad’s legs, Kal comes into the bathroom. Henry tries to catch him but misses. The black and white akita excitedly sniffs his head around the sink, trying to see what you were up to with all the stuff lying on the marble counter.

“Kal!” Henry whisper-yelled, trying to stay hidden behind the door. But you could still see his massive body crouched down behind the wood. It was rather funny, seeing the large man so panicked about getting his dog to listen. It kind of reminded you of that one video from BBC were a professor was being interviewed and his baby and nanny showed up in the background. While Henry tried to get Kal’s attention, the dog just sat next to your legs, and smiled when you pet him behind his ear. He was your good boy.

You both knew there was no other option but to keep Kal here, once he saw you do your makeup, he wanted to watch and get his ‘makeup’ done as well.

Henry also saw the look in Kal’s eyes and let out a sigh. Might as well stay with his two loves. He stood up from his position and walked to you, wrapping his sweaty but oh so save body around your figure, and placed a prolonged kiss on the exposed skin just by your shoulder. So far for taking it slow… He pressed himself thighter against your back, hiding his face in the crook of your neck and intertwined your hands, slowly rocking you two back en forth. “You look beautiful, my love,” he whispered, so only you could hear it, at least you hoped the camera wouldn’t pick that up. You let out a little giggle, like the inner schoolgirl you were whenever he was around you.

“Kal loves when Y/N does his makeup as well, don’t you boy,” Henry explains with a smile and looks down at the bear by your bare feet. Kal gives a small ruff and sweeps his tail eagerly. “Did you show them what you made,” he asked you with a wide smile, and looked straight in to the camera, “she worked really hard on that design, so I hope you all like it,” he declared proudly.

You ended up doing your makeup routine with your two boys in the background. Henry left for a few minutes to shower in the second bathroom your hotelroom had, and came back clad in a pair of light jogging trousers and a sweater. Even though you were inside, it was still a bit too chilly to walk around in short sleeves, being mid-winter and all. He just sat on the small wooden bench by the door, still in frame for everybody to enjoy and behold. His hair now damp. He was reading in a book and patiently waiting for you to get ready, occasionally looking up and laughing when you would wet your hands or Kal’s special makeup brush in the sink and pretend to do his makeup. The dog would bark excitedly and give you kisses. “Wow Kal, you look so pretty,” Henry told the big floof with the chuckle.

“Okay, this was my -somewhat- everyday makeup routine! Thank you guys for watching this chaotic mess, hope you laughed a bit, bye-bye, 再见!” How do those vlogger end their videos? Smash like and subscribe?

Behind you Henry looked up from the pages of his fantasy book and arched his brow, “Hey! No shout-out for your special guests? See you all next time!”

WOOHOO!! This is my very first fanfic, I really hope you enjoyed it. Liking, reposting and commenting would mean a lot to me! If you do repost this, please do not edit or copy my work. I worked really hard on this.

Much love, Nahmi xxx

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Baby, I’m Jealous (Reggie Mantle x Male Vixen Reader)

✨KINKMAS Day 4✨: Jealous Sex

Pairing: Reggie Mantle x Male Vixen Reader

Rating: Explicit

Words: 1.5k+

Summary: since Reggie had been denying you attention, you decided to find it somewhere else, knowing full well how easily jealous he gets.

Notes: Hopefully this fits the jealousy kink, sorry if it ends up being complete trash. Also, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or grammar errors, if there are, then please let me know 

 Tags: N/A

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Today was finally the day that Riverdale's football game competed against Greendale and everyone was going to be there to witness it. Before the game started, it was only the Vixens and the Bulldogs on the field since they decided to get in some extra practice to make sure everything was perfectly set up. The boys were in the background grunting and sweating as their overheated musty bodies tackled and charged at each other to build stamina, meanwhile you and the Vixens were off in front of the bleachers running through your cheers. After an hour or so, everybody decided to take a quick water break before heading back to practice, but not you. Reggie hasn't been spending as much time with you as he use to since the game was announced to happen. Instead of being with you, his main focus was practicing, and lets just say you didn't enjoy that at all. So, to get him back for neglecting you, you decided to make him jealous and get the attention you craved from someone else since he can't give it to you.

Once everybody was dismissed for break, you stayed behind and decided to put your plan into action. Standing on the racetrack that surrounded the football field, you began stretching. You sat on the floor, doing straddles, lunges, and spinal twists, not forgetting to arch your back every change you got. Your royal blue and gold shorts began rising up exposing nice amount of your ass cheek, you sigh as you take notice of the cool gently breeze graze against the smoothed exposed (s/t) skin. As you begin to raise and stand up, you take notice of your shorts making their way in-between your cheeks, greatly highlighting the plumpness of your ass. Even though you did find the cloth making its way between certain areas to be a little uncomfortable, you decided to force yourself through it, because after all, being sexy can sometimes be uncomfortable. Then you began doing overhead arm stretches, one again taking notice of your uniform shirt rising up, showing off your stomach. The whole time you were stretching, you felt many eyes on you, which caused you to turn around only to see the whole football team's flushed faces intensely looking on you. Then you pretended to be clueless and scanned through the lustful eyes of the football team, only to land on a certain pair of eyes that was burning holes through your head. The certain male bit his lip in anger as he saw the smirk on your face and how the guys were looking at you, mainly Archie. Getting fed up, he chucks the football at Archie, making it almost knock the wind out of the poor dumfounded red-headed boy. 

He then angrily flounced his way towards, fiercely grabbing your arm and dragging you inside the boy's locker rooms, ignoring your cries in pain. Reggie swiftly closes and locks the door all while slamming you onto the nearest locker. He flips you to face the locker door and snatches off his jersey and his football gear, knowing it will just end up getting in the way if he kept it on. He then tosses the garments it in an unknown corner in the room, feeling too pent up and angry to care where they fall. Once he gets your shirt off too, Reggie then pins your hands on the cold blue metal in front of you with one hand and you feel him press his sweaty muscular body onto your back. You groan as you feel his sweat make contact with your back, making audible sticky noises as you attempt to press yourself closer to him. His musky scent makes its way to your nostrils, causing your member to twitch into full erection, Reggie always know how much you loved his sweaty body after he got done doing things. You then jump in surprise as Reggie's hot breath caressed your ear when he spoke, making your boy pussy twitch, he only makes it worse when he grinds his bulge between your cheeks and right over your trembling hole.

"You know I don't like when you display yourself to people like that (y/n), Andrews was practically drooling over you. You think you can just prance around here in those tiny little shorts, letting the other guys stare at your ass?" Reggie admits trying his best to hold back his moans. Soon, he got tired of teasing and fished out his schlong of a dick from his pants, which was dripping with precum, and snatched your shorts down, letting it fall to the ground as it showed your bare ass to him. Since Reggie didn't have any lube with him, he instead took his fingers and pressed them against your mouth, signaling for you to open it for him. When you deny him access it only angered him more. He let go of your arms he was holding and grabbed your jaw in a painful grasp, squeezing it until you hissed in pain and automatically opened your mouth, granting him access into your sweet wet canal. "The behavior you showed out there was was whore-like-" he says as he plays with your mouth, once his fingers were wet enough, he used them to lube up his cock as he finished his sentence "-the whore jumped out...and jumped back inside of you when I got ahold of you. Why now are you being so shy all of a sudden? What happened to that cocky little attitude of yours huh?" Before you could respond to him, he shoved his cock inside of you without a warning, making your head fall back onto his shoulder and release a loud moan from the pain, but also from the pleasure of being stuffed full of cock. He ruthlessly thrusts in and out of you, his pelvis clapping against your ass, nothing could be heard except the sounds of choked moans and skin slapping against each other throughout the room. "God (y/n), if only you could see how good your ass looks around my cock. It's as if it's sucking me in, not wanting me to pull out of you. Do you think anybody can fuck you like I do? Make you cum like I do? Make you easily submit like I do, huh?" Reggie nibbled on your earlobe and thrusted himself deeper inside you, forcing pathetic moans out of your mouth as he accelerated his speed. Your sweaty bodies are tightly pressed against each other, his full and heavy balls slapping against yours, grunting while feeling your insides clench and flutter around his wet slick cock. He then grabs a handful of your ass and kneed one of your cheeks like dough, loving how squishy and plump it feels in his hand. “I d..don't see what the- fuck...what the problem is Reggie, it’s n..not like th..they were complaining or anything. They...they waned to see a sh..show, s...s..so i gave you gu..guys one...ahhh~ right there~!” You stutter out, feeling your legs begin to tremble, you loosing the strength to hold yourself up every time Reggie thrusts inside you, slamming into your prostate over and over again. 

Reggie kissed his teeth in disapproval of you being defiant. You were too busy pressing your face into the lockers, and unbeknownst to you Reggie raised his hand and swiftly slaps your ass with a sudden force. The hot stinging sensation causes you to cry out in pain. "Look at you, moaning like some cheap whore? Is that what you are baby?" Reggie questions in a teasing tone as he feels his jealousy take over, wanting nothing more than to make you remember who you belong to. "I'm gonna pump you so fucking full of cum and mark you as my territory. You want me to do that? Mark you so much people will know who you belong to?"

His hands clasped back onto yours as he presses them onto the cold blue lockers in the locker room to hold you steady as you felt your legs about to give. Reggie felt too big inside of you, it was too much to handle, too much to take, but it felt so good to feel him finally close to you after being neglected for so long, you finally had him back to yourself. The realization finally hit you hard. this whole time, he made you feel like you came in second place, like the game was more important than you. Tears start to swell up in your eyes and you begin to sniffle which made Reggie slow his thrusts down, eventually coming to a halt. Immediately, Reggie knew what this was all about

"I know I haven't been around lately, I was so focused on winning the game that I ended up not spending time with you anymore, and I won't ever happen again. I promise it wont ever happen again, I'm so sorry for making you feel like you were second rate and neglecting you. Next time, if you want to spend more time with me, come talk to me about it and lets make it happen. But since you decided to make me jealous, I'm going to have to punish you for it. But lets skip the punishments this time. For now, let me make it up to you (y/n)~"

Lets just say that you two were extremely late getting back to practice, and both captains from the Vixens and the Bulldogs scolded you two on your tardiness, but also the Vixens were questioning why you were limping. 

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

*I'm going to post info about the fic above the title incase you don't want to read my feelings/rant 🤣. Author notes below the cover photo*

Fic Title: Golden Nights

Short synopsis: Y/N is a women on mission with a goal to own her own dance studio. After working two jobs and saving for years to achieve her dream, she's finally within an arms reach. What happens when an unlikely Pro Hero shows up at her club as part of an investigation? Will Y/Ns dreams become a reality or will this new face change her life forever?

WARNINGS:

This fic will contain 18+ NSFW content! There will be potentially triggering material in this fic! Please read with caution. I never want tk make anyone uncomfortable. That's not the goal. This fic is sad. I cried. I mean I cry at alot of fics but I cried for the reader. The ending will be fluffy because I can't end on pain. The fic is very female empowered as well. Bakugo is a fucking simp and soft boy. I'm sorry I cant control it.

Also Y/N uses she/her pronouns. I tried to keep Y/N as description-less as possible but I describe specific life events that required detailing Y/Ns features. There is mention of Y/N being "little" or "small" compared to Bakugo but let me just say, I imagine Pro Hero Bakugo to be massive! Like I'm 6'0" myself and I imagine him to be taller than me and built. It's ok if he's not, that's just how I invison it and portray it in my writing.

Upload schedule:

I plan to publish the first few chapters this week. Hopefully it will be up by Friday. I'll mass post them because I'm horrible at establishing a story in the first chapter so you get an aggressive amount. Then I'll slow down on posting.

I currently have the first 17 chapters read through and mostly edited. I apologize in advance for spelling mistakes and poor grammar. It's never been a strong suit of mine. I just add adjectives and descriptors until my heart is full 🤣

*post edit: I know my title making skills lack ok. 2007 called, they want their power point title back 🤣

AUTHOR NOTES (you can ignore me)

I'm so fucking excited to post this. I think its pretty good if I'm being honest. Not to toot my own horn but yeah, you know fuck imma hype myself up! I'd consider myself a decent writer. With that, I'm long winded. I know this, it's a character flaw at this point that I must accept. I actually use to take point deductions on college essays because I couldn't contain myself. I'm also really bad at proper grammar usage. I pre-apologize.

Also, I plan to write for a few animes in the future including Haikyuu, Attack on Titan and more My Hero Academia. I've got a few other animes I'm getting into but I don't feel comfortable writing for them yet. Haikyuu is my comfort anime right now and let me just say, I need some fics about the coaches ok 🤚🏻 while people be drooling over Bokotu, I'm over here drooling over Mizoguchi Sadayuki (coach of Aoba Johsei). Ukai who? Naoi Manabu (coach of Nekoma) is a cut above! You can't sit there and tell me Oiwake Takurō (coach of Date tech) isn't immaculate. I'm sorry, my preferences are showing 👀 I feel like I'd make a good team mom 😊 I'd adopt all the teams, read them stories and make them cookies.

I'm doing it again with the ranting. Ok I'm done. Have a plesent day. Drink some water, touch some fucking grass and kick some ass 🙌🏻

-T 🖤

(Aka the millenial who went to therapy but it going back to the OG therapy, Tumblr and reading fan fics 🙂)

(I'm kidding kids, stay in therapy)

[kanene-yaaay]

Tickle me, princey

Kanene’s note: This fic is basically: Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman (Kind of. Because there is almost no tickles here, just teasing). Human AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.500 words of Roman and Virgil just being teasy beans.  ‘w’)b.

* PLEASE CHECK THIS AMAZING ART! IT’S INCREDIBLEE! <33

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Do something crazy today, take a good rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

                              [~*~]

Roman cleaned his hands on his jeans before stretching his back and sighing in relief when a small ‘pop’ came from it. The pal from the nearby library was a cool person – not that he would ever allow the other to hear this, because, damn, people who called Roman cocky definitely haven’t met them yet – but equally precise in get on his nerves with as few words as possible, even though the florist didn’t care that much as his dramatics discourses tried to convince everyone he did. 

Besides that, they was Patton’s friend and even more important, they made an accord with the Flower Shop’s owner and Roman was the one in charge to deliver their biweekly floral arrangement to the library’s decór. However, today Roman managed to win their discussion and therefore a couple of podcast episodes read by them (What? Their voice was quite nice!!).

Roman ignored the small ring of the door’s bell as he entered the Flower Shop, looking around to be sure there was no clients before taking his position behind the balcony, internally thanking how chill Patton was with his employees using phone during the shift as long there wasn’t no one near, especially as he unlocked his screen and a new notification popped in front of him.

Butterflies went immediately crazy on his stomach.

[Message from Panic! At Everywhere]

[P: Hey. So, are you still ok?]

Virgil kicked his blanket out of his bed, already feeling a tad of giddiness spread across his body, a small smirk finding its way to his face without him even realizing. Today was the day. Since when he and Roman talked on the last week about boundaries to be sure nothing had changed and decided Saturday as a good day for their session the one with purple hair couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, picturing and re-picturing what would happen, even though Roman always insisted to never tell him his plans, wanting to keep everything as a surprise, which definitely didn’t help at all the excitement running on his veins.

Their session.

Their tickle session. It was only eleven in the morning and Virgil could already feel his skin tingle just by imagine Roman’s fingers grazing, dancing on it, carefully looking for all his weak spots both knew so well before coming with an entire new technique that would make the other (almost, barely, hardly) want to jump out of his skin so he could escape from the maddening tickly sensation.

He was going to love it. 

Also, it didn’t help that he spent the previous night and its following morning consuming all his favorite tickle content, dying on the spot (and on the reblogs) and skyrocketing his lee mood to the mountains.

Nevertheless, he tried to play nonchalant as answered the other’s new message.

[Message from Dumb(o)]

[D: Yes.]

[P: Cool.]

[D: You?]

[P: Yep.]

[D: Glad to know, Blushy Bug. Try to not alarm all of our neighborhood with your squeals and giggles before I get there, okay? ~

D: And yeah, plu-e-ase, continue with your so delightful tags on your reblogs, okay, Tickle me Emo? I’m learning so much new information with that. If only I would have an opportunity to use all of them today…]

Virgil snorted, one hand trying to hide his face as he attempted with all his might to ignore the flames taking over his cheeks as the teases sank and the memories from the day he conquered this nickname emerged from the deeps of his mind. So, Princey was already so over his head with being the ler this time? Thinking Virgil would be hiding his face on the pillow, squeaking and tittering helpless? Well, he would have a big storm coming, then.

Virgil got up, his footsteps leading him to the clean desk in the room, moving some of the objects so carefully chosen in order to get the perfect picture. Every single makeup  brush lined, gleaming under the lens of his camera, away enough so the viewer would be able to realize all their individualities but close enough to create an impact. 

Two can play this game.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent an image]

Roman clicked on it, eyes going immediately wide as he quickly slammed the cellphone’s screen on his red apron, his gaze running from a place to another to be sure no one was near or had seen the conversation or noticed the way his smile went from an ear to another.

[P: Nah. I’m too occupied choosing the perfect tools for today… I mean, there are just so many options, ya know? I especially prefer the smallest ones, their bristles softly running on my ribs, tracing their way across my tummy to get to the other side… yeah. That is the good stuff. Or maybe we could be experimenting the biggest ones today, letting them tease that spot right under my chin, the softness engulfing all the nerves… ]

Roman took a deep breath, realizing the other still typing.

[P: Anyway, don’t make a big deal of this, ‘kay? I know your imagination can be very fertile but try to not alert Patton with all your blush and twitching. You know he is a curious guy and will want to know why you’re so smiley. ;)]

    “Pai amado, (Dear God) he is going to kill me.” Roman crossed his arms, using all his will to no start wiggling them to nothing, a sudden urge to sing some nursery rhymes making him begin to humming quietly as attempted to gather enough concentration to type a proper, cool reply.

[D: Is that so? So, the big, badass Virgil Storm is excited to get all his tickly-tickle-tickles today? Is he excited to become a so helpless, so adorable mess of giggles and squeaks? To be teased and tickled until he can do nothing but give me those lovely snorts and wiggly-wiggles? ~

Awww. So cute. ~]

[P: Yeah, I am. So what? Wanna do something about that, Sir Sing a Lot? 

Ops, I forgot you’re at work rn. Tsc. Such a pity. Well, guess I will have to kill some time by looking at your precious collection of feathers, see if I find something interesting there.]

[D: You just wait for when I get home.]

[P: :)]

Virgil laid his phone at his side, hiding his face on the mattress, kicking just like he was some teenager in love from those generic movies. The squeals bubbled out from his lips, smiles blooming. He knew he probably was just digging his own grave, but, ha, as if he would fall without a fight. Plus, imagining Roman trying at every cost to keep a straight expression while reading his texts and then struggling to continue his work just as if nothing had happened, with that cute, excited smile planted on his face made a proud wave of power – and joy - hit him and that was a bonus which was worth it. 

Then his phone vibrated, indicating a new notification and a new flood of shivers as he unlocked his screen, freezing for a couple of heartbeats with the length of the message.  

[D: A poem for my dear Knightmare. ~

Once upon a time

There was a wiggley-wiggly lee

That just a few pokes

Made him giggle with glee

Some scribbles here

Some scratches there

You can tickle-tickle

He is ticklish everywhere!

What, you don’t believe me?

‘That much cute he can’t be!’

Well, then allow me to demonstrate

All the beautiful sounds he can create!

Give a few prodding on his ribs

And a quick digging on his hips

Some brushes on his toesies and feet

And don’t forget about these helpless pits!

(And hey, psst, if you squeeze his sides

The cutie, squeaky, wiggly lee,

Will be squealing in a happy delight)

This neck is also asking for tickly-kisses 

He always denies, always desire

Add to that some teasy whispers

And watch his cheeks be set on fire!

Once upon a time

There was a bratty, smug lee

That just a few tickle teases

Can make him a blushy mess

Just like now, you see!]

[…]

“Have a nice day. Thank you for coming!”

Roman waved to the client who got out from the Flower Shop, taming the smugness which threatened to take over his features as he realized that even though an hour had passed, no answer to his last text had arrived yet. He was perfectly aware of how weak Virgil was for any sort of rhymed tease and a whole poem – not his best, he had to admit – dedicated to him? He could almost see the other shrieking, hiding his red face on the pillow, lost in a mess of quiet peals of laughter and curses. His smile got even bigger, swelled in pride. And, well, if he couldn’t help it but push his luck a few inches further, his fingers already halfway to typing a small, itsy bitsy, new tease to his favorite emo lee, how could someone really blame him?

[D: Oh, sorry. Did I make the scary Virgil too much flustered to talk? Awww, I will miss your sassy remarks deeply and sing a ballad in your honor at the funeral. ~] 

He snorted at the amount of time the symbol of ‘typing’ appeared and disappeared on the conversation, using the ten minutes he took to be answered to organize a few sales signs on the glass in front of the store, gaining a dance on his step as the one-worded sentence shone on his phone.

[P: Bitch.]

[D: I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Is that something I said? I feel wounded.]

But a new thing popped up.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a video]

[P: :)]

It seemed like hours passed, even if he knew the downloading probably didn’t really take more than a few pieces of minute for him to hit the play.

The focus of the camera took a few seconds to adjust, the image trembling and shaking before going still, the crystal clear form of a small light brown, slightly spiked feather twirling between Virgil’s index and thumb locking his eyes on the screen. A quick, quiet sigh could be heard before the tickle tool descended to the palm extended on a desk, stopping by Virgil’s pulse.

The bristles grazed the skin there as the feather began to move on slow strokes, going from the left to the right, left and right, left and right… calmly making its way up, changing to small swirls as it contorted the form of the hand, giving to each finger a light tracing before concentrating on the palm, drawing a spiral which approximated inch by inch to the center. If Roman wasn’t so quiet, - even holding his breath, - maybe he wouldn’t be able to listen the incredibly low, contained huffs of laughter on the background, a soft snort escaping and making both hands tremble as the bristles hit the center of his hand, dancing around the spot for a bit. 

When it stopped, the tool was placed on the desk and then the camera started to move, stopping on Roman’s so very well-known golden with silver details box. Its lid laid next to it, letting its entire content to be proudly shown. The explosion of colors from the most diverse large, small, pointy, fluffy feathers took over the frame, however, a tiny piece of paper placed on the exact center of them was what captured his attention. The lens zoomed and focused, making him able to read the quick message written there.

“:)”

And then the screen went black. The video was over. 

Roman could feel his face being almost split in half by his grin, his fingers hitting the table top in complete frenzy since they hadn’t to hold the device anymore, curling and uncurling as the one who couldn’t just stay still started to bounce his right leg, ignoring the redness he felt crippling down his neck.

“Roman?”

He fully shrieked. Both him and Patton startled and jumped a few centimeters in the air with the sudden sound. The florist slapping his own hand on his mouth, trying with all his inner strength to stop the bubbly giggles which flooded non stop from his lips

“Sorry for the scare, kiddo,” the shine on his eyes free of any guilt as Patton bit his own knuckles proved the contrary, especially when the rest of an awed squeal escaped from his lips, only making the other to giggle harder, eyes closed, blush deepening and nose scrunched. “Aww, your giggles are so cute!” 

“Shuhuhush!!” The Flower Shop owner just smiled fondly, withholding his comments and patiently waiting for the other to recompose himself. When Roman looked at least a tad calmer he decided to make his decision to talk to him clear.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Ro! I just wanted to remember today’s shift is already over. I need a bit of time to organize everything before the painter comes so we can discuss the new design of the Flower Shop. Thank you so much for the ideas, by the way! I can’t wait for you all to see the result! It will be so pretty!!” Roman’s wide eyes were enough of an explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go yet, probably having forgotten about their last month conversation. Although, the surprised look was away in an instant, a shine taking over his glare before he softened, locking his eyes with Patton.

“Of course, it will be, Patty-cake! With my magnificent ideas and your good taste, I really don’t think any other result besides wonderful and perfection will be possible!” He squeezed Patton’s cheeks and his friend stuck out his tongue at him, winning a quick poke on his ribs that made him squirms and yelp, quickly tittering and waving the other with his hands.

“Now shoo-shoo, go enjoy your afternoon!”

A devious smirk gleamed on Roman’s expression for a second. “You can count on it, Padre.” But then it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Thank you, my mighty hero in a shiny armor! May the universe let our destiny align again in the future.”

“See ya, kiddo!” He replied, his tune also full of joy, watching the one with red hair going away, a happy bounce on his steps.

[…]

Virgil picked the phone in the first ring. “Roman, something happened?”

“Nope,” the purple lover sighed in relief, all the tension getting out of his body and being replaced by confusion, “nothing happened except that a handsome, incredible someone got out from his work earlier than expected and might be heading his home by now.”

That made Virgil shot up, biting his lower lip, butterflies freaking out. “No.” It was his whisper.

“Oh, yes. ~” Roman practically purred on the speaker. “any last words, my dear, defenseless Giggly Storm?”

Virgil just giggled and Roman had almost forgotten how that sound only was enough to spread an explosion of a warm, good feeling on his chest. “Aw, and here I was thinking I would have at least some challenge today. ~” He continued to tease.

Silence. 

“Go check your messages, Princeypie.”

And then he hung up. Roman fondly rolled his eyes, running to check the new notification on their conversation.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a photo]

It was Virgil, sitting on his bed criss crossed, one elbow resting on his thigh as he took the picture on the body mirror on the other side of the room, a strong blush very visible on his face half hidden by the device, wearing a short and Roman’s red crop top. A new message popped right under the photo.

[P: Get your butt here and tickle me, Sir Sing a Lot.’]

This emo was going to be the death of him.

[D: Aww, I don’t even get a smile?]

[P: You gotta work for those, Princey.]

Virgil definitely did not jump nor yelp as he heard the low, dangerous tune of an “evil” laughter echoes in the house coming from the living room, the sound of the front door being closed making his flight instincts kick in.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Virgil was already halfway to the most far away room where he could escape, trying to keep his reputation as he heard another set of footsteps quickly getting ground and following right behind him. Laughter and squeaks mixed in the air.

“Because I will.” Roman answered.

[topsytervy]

Cupcakes ~ JJ Maybank and Rafe Cameron

Blurb: Rafe and JJ decide to do a bit of baking for you since you're on your period

Word Count: 1,399

Warnings: swearing, mentions of periods?, grammar/spelling mistakes, i think thats it.

I couldn't choose between the two so i did both and decided on the reader, JJ, and Rafe being a trio. The writing gets a tad dicey at the end but I never know how to wrap these little blurbs up so I'm not surprised.

~~~~~

You laid in your bed, fetal position, an unopened Midol bottle on your nightstand with a water bottle, a heating pad clutched to your abdomen as you clenched your eyes shut at the pain coursing through your stomach. 

If you were being honest, you were really fucking close to taking one of those knives from the knife block in your kitchen and cutting out your own uterus.

That sounded like it would hurt less than the absolute agony that your period was causing you.

Your phone buzzed and you winced as you flipped over, reaching across the bed to grab the device and hitting the accept button on the call.

"Hello?"

"Oh wow, you're up? She's actually up, Rafe. Anyway, Rafe and I are at the store right now but we were thinking since it's a beautiful day we either go to the beach or, if it's too crowded, we just hang by Rafe's pool. Oh, yeah,  pick up two bags of the flamin' hot Cheetos." JJ's voice rang through the phone.

You went to sit up but whimpered as your cramps punched you in the stomach.

"Y/N? You okay?"

You heard Rafe whisper a 'what's wrong' and JJ hushed him.

"Mhm. I just don't feel like going anywhere today. You know…girl issues." Silence filled the other side of the line and you exhaled sharply. "Period, JJ. I'm on my period."

"Oh!" He responded. "I'm sorry, Y/N/N. Do you need anything?" 

"Uh hello? Can I know what's happening or am I just the wallet around here?" You heard Rafe right next to the phone.

"No. I'm pretty much all set. I'm sorry that I can't join you two." You apologized, tears welling up in your eyes.

Stupid emotions.

JJ heard you sniff on the other side and he immediately started trying to make it better. "No, no, no. Please stop the tears."

"Now she's crying. Give me the damn phone, Maybank." You heard slight rustling before Rafe’s voice came over the phone speaker a lot clearer. "Screw talking to JJ. Talk to me. What's going on?"

"I hurt a lot and my periods ruining the plans you and J made and now I'm sad cause I can barely move so I can't hang out with you two today and I feel horrible."

Rafe walked towards the end of the aisle and looked at the signs above to aisles before finding the one he wanted and going towards it. "Y/N, it's not that big of a deal. It's okay to blow us off cause you're in pain. It’s like if you broke a leg. We're not mad at you for something you can't control."

"I'm sorry." You sniffed.

"And that's the other thing. Quit apologizing. You have nothing to apologize for."

"Okay."

"Now dry those pretty little eyes of yours and then close them to try and get some rest, okay?" 

Rafe’s eyes scanned over the boxes of cake and brownie mix until he finally found what he wanted and grabbed the box, throwing it into the cart that JJ was now pushing.

"Okay."

"Bye, Y/N/N. We'll talk to you later." 

"Alright. Bye, Rafe."

Rafe hung up, handed JJ his phone back, and continued down the aisle, grabbing two tins of frosting. 

"Cupcake mix?" JJ raised an eyebrow at the older boy.

"Yeah. We're gonna make Y/N/N cupcakes."

JJ picked up the box and looked on the back before scrunching up his nose. "What if we made them from scratch?"

Rafe turned to look at the blonde boy. "You think we can handle it?"

"As long as Rose and Ward aren't home to make a fuss, yeah."

Rafe grinned as he pulled out his phone and googled recipes for cupcakes. "Alright. Put the box back. We're getting the frosting premade though. And we obviously need the paper to put in the tins along." Rafe started listing, his eyes trained on his phone as he continued walking.

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Two and a half hours later, Rafe and JJ were parked in your driveway, a box of cupcakes in JJ's arm and a bag containing Rafe's sweatshirt and JJ's sweatpants swinging from Rafe's hand. 

They carefully and quietly made their way upstairs and into your room, unsure if you were sleeping or not. You turned over, rather regretfully considering you had found the perfect position to keep the cramps somewhat at bay, when you heard a bag rustle. Your TV was on and playing How To Get Away With Murder, a slightly concerning choice your two best friends noted.

"Did we wake you?" JJ asked, worry written on his face.

You shook your head. "No. I haven't been able to fall asleep yet."

"Well, we made cupcakes." JJ grinned, holding up the box. 

"When you say we made cupcakes, do you mean from the box?" You shot the two boys a look.

"No. We made them, from scratch. By hand. Followed a recipe online. You can even check Rafe's search history."

Rafe grimaced. "Uh...maybe don't. Or let me clear a couple of things first." 

You ignored Rafe's sentence and sat up, immediately placing your head on your knees. 

"Have you taken any Midol?" Rafe asked, coming over to sit on your bed.

"No. I can't get the damn bottle open."

Rafe nodded before grabbing the bottle off of your bedside table and opening it with ease as JJ set the cupcakes on your desk.

JJ grabbed a water bottle from your mini-fridge and twisted the cap off, handing it to you while Rafe poured two pills into the palm of his hand. He placed them into yours, putting the cap back on the bottle into the little drawer of the table.

You popped them into your mouth and took a swig of water as Rafe spoke. "We also brought you your favorite shirt of mine you like to steal and your favorite sweatpants of JJ's you like to steal."

You nodded as you swallowed the water and pills in your mouth before grabbing the bag and heading into the bathroom to change. You always swore that their clothes were way softer than yours so you felt pretty grateful that they brought over their clothes for you to wear.

When you walked back out you saw, Rafe and JJ sitting on your bed, JJ holding a cupcake in each hand as Rafe held one in his.

"Alright. Get over here so we can try these bad boys." JJ nodded to the empty spot between him and Rafe. You climbed into the spot, Rafe setting the heating pad back on your stomach as you leaned against the headboard, taking a cupcake from JJ's hand.

You peeled off the paper, leaning across Rafe to throw it in the trash can, before taking a bite out of the treat.

You hummed. "I'm pleasantly surprised. When did you two become bakers cause holy shit? This is pretty damn good." 

Rafe shrugged as JJ beamed.

"Just call us whoever the hell the guy from Cake Boss is." JJ bumped his shoulder against yours as you snorted.

"Please. You're no Buddy Valastro. Yeah, these are delicious but that's like me making spaghetti and saying I'm Gordon Ramsey." 

"At least you like them and they, hopefully, made your day better." Rafe slung an arm over your shoulder.

"The cupcakes do make this slightly more bearable." You pressed a kiss to Rafe's cheek before turning and placing one on JJ's as well. "Aren't I lucky to have two baker boys as my best friends?" You grinned, not missing the smile on Rafe and JJ’s faces when you said that.

JJ rested his head on your shoulder. "You are pretty lucky to have us as friends huh?"

"Yeah, I am. Now if you could hand me the remote so I can put on a show that doesn't have an excessive amount of sex scenes in it, that'd be much appreciated. That’s the last thing I wanna watch with you two. Oh and grab the box of cupcakes. I have a feeling those are going to be my lunch.”

Rafe and JJ shot you a glare. 

“You can have another cupcake after you eat an actual meal,” JJ told you as Rafe stood up. 

“I’ll go see what I can whip up in the kitchen. You stay here and make sure she doesn’t snag another one.” 

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[scarletlight-has-issues]

TTS Siblings AU, Chapter 1

I though that this deserved its own upload, I’ve decided to at least try to continue writing this, so I’ve fixed the spelling and grammar mistakes and given it a proper upload! I hope you enjoy! 

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Varian woke up to the sound of scratching at the window. Groaning as he sat up, he cast a sleepy gaze to the aforementioned opening in the wall. Upon seeing the grey ball of fluff and mischief he called Ruddiger outside, he slipped out of bed and, after glancing behind at his golden-haired sibling (who was thankfully still asleep) crept to the window and cracked it open to let the raccoon inside.

The furry mammal scuttled up Varian’s arm and curled around his shoulders, rubbing his head against the boy’s neck and chittering happily. The 14-year old giggled, making frantic shushing noises. “Keep it down! keep it down! You’ll wake up Rapunzel and mother!”

Varian froze as he heard Rapunzel shift in her sleep, afraid to move for a few seconds for fear of disturbing her. After he was sure she wasn’t awake, he turned around, setting the raccoon on the window and giving him a smile. “I’ll try to get you something to eat, huh?”

The raccoon gave a quiet chitter as Varian began to creep out of the room and down the stairs to where they keep the fruit. He had to keep his relationship with the animal a secret, as he knew that mother would definitely not approve. Also, it was better for his sister if she didn’t know either, less chance for her to get in trouble with mother for keeping a secret. If mother found out, he had to be the only one to blame, he had to take every amount of punishment. Rapunzel couldn’t be hurt. She was far more important than he was.

He picked up an apple and was making his way up the stair to their shared room when he froze. The sound of Rapunzel’s laughter was drifting through the open door. He broke out in a cold sweat and he felt panic prickling up his spine as he rushed up the stairs and threw the door open. Rapunzel was standing at the window, laughing and gently stroking the furry creature as he chittered happily. She turned towards Varian, but her smile faltered when she saw the look on his face. “Varian? Are you okay?”

Varian rushed forward, pushed Rapunzel away slightly to stand in between her and the raccoon. “You can't know about him!”

Rapunzel gave him a puzzled look, “Why not? He's just an animal and- ..Varian, you’re glowing.”

Varian glanced upwards and saw that, yes, the blue streak in his hair was indeed glowing, proving to him that, although he didn’t want to admit it, he was panicking. He let out a yelp, closing his eyes and trying to calm himself.

Rapunzel rested a hand on his shoulder, “Varian, what’s wrong? Why can't I know about him?”

Varian took a deep breath, when he opened his eyes he saw that his hair had stopped glowing. “Mother would kill me if she found out I’ve been letting Ruddiger inside… I.. I didn't want you to get in trouble too if she found out…”

Rapunzel gave him a warm smile, “Its okay, Varian, she won't find out”

“Won't find out what?” Mother’s cold voice drifted from the open doorway, making both of them freeze. From her tone alone it was evident she was displeased. “One of you, answer me! What on earth is going on here?!”

Rapunzel moved to stand in front of Varian, “Mother, listen, this is all just a misunderstanding-”

“It's my fault.” 

Varian spoke up, stepping out from behind her with Ruddiger in his arms. Mother’s eyes widened and then narrowed in anger. “I let him inside.. and.. I’ve been taking food to give to him.”

“You little brat!” She strode towards him, shoving Rapunzel out of the way, ignoring her cries. She ripped the Raccoon from Varian’s grasp, glaring down with a fury that Varian, unfortunately, knew all too well. “Wait! Stop! Please! Don't hurt him! Please don't hurt him!”

Varian clung to Mother’s arm, trying to grab him back as the small raccoon hissed at the woman. “How many times-?! Ugh! You’re impossible sometimes, Varian! Why can't you just behave for once?!”

She walked over to the window and threw the struggling creature out, slamming it shut again. Varian let out a yell, rushing over to the window to see if his friend was okay. After seeing that Ruddiger has caught the branch of a tree and was alright, he turned back to Mother, his hair and eyes glowing with anger. “Why did you do that?! He’s just a-”

He was cut off by a hard slap delivered to his face, falling to the ground with the force of it, his hair and eyes flickering out.

“You do not speak back to me. You are not to leave this room until I say you can come out. Is that clear?”

Varian raised a hand to his smarting cheek, there was sure to be a bruise, the only sound he could let out was a strangled whimper.

Mother reached down and pulled him up by his collar, forcing him to look at her. “I said, Is that clear?”

He closed his eyes, nodding as he bit back tears. Mother always told him that boys aren’t supposed to cry.

“Good.” She dropped him back onto the floor, standing up and making her way towards the door. “Now, since we’re all up, I suppose I should make breakfast, Rapunzel, would you care to help?”

Rapunzel rose from her place in the room, casting a worried glance at Varian. “Can I have a few minutes to talk to him?” 

“Don't be ridiculous, Flower, he’s fine. Now come help me before I change my mind about not punishing you as well”

Rapunzel walked past him, whispering, “I'm sorry.. I’ll try and sneak you some food later..” as she passed.

The two closed the door behind them and Varian found himself alone. The light of the rising sun his only company.