#it's just nice n i wanted to give credit for where i got the idea before running hogwild with it ^-^

[saphushia]

i read a wonderful little sickfic that had phantom!etho in it, and despite never even considering the concept before i now can't stop abt etho phantom mechanics and him just being silly with it <3

[cheriladycl01]

Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P7

Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid

Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF

You left Japan as quickly as you could, you wanted to completely forget about the race.

You'd gone home as there was a pretty large break between Japan and Australia, you spoke to your family about whether they thought getting more of these therapy sessions was a good thing.

Everyone thought it was a good idea, they could tell you'd been struggling for the last few weeks as you looked nervous and pressured during media duties and even though your driving was good, they knew you were made of more you were just scared to push.

So you had started to pay Chris, he made himself available 24/7 to you over text message and you were set to have weekly calls with him. You'd had one before Australia stressing some of you minor concerns about the race.

But all in all, Australia was one of your more confident tracks. You'd spent al lot of time on the sims going round Albert Park, you'd started to test out new racing lines because you were that confident.

When you got to the paddock, entering in a blazer and trousers with a nice pair of stilettos. You always liked dressing up when walking through the paddock for the first time, there was a certain level of power you felt when you did. You had a lot of cameras on you, as you walked through with Chris, who agreed to come to this race weekend with you and your PR manager.

You saw some fans waving you over so you hastily walked over to them.

"Y/N! Y/N!" they cry making you smile and start to take pens and caps and your mini helmets signing as much as you could while taking pictures with all the phones being offered to you.

A little boy shyly comes up to you, holding a little Audi car all boxed up, one that you promoted.

"I-I don't have a pen! Some-one stole it from me" he sniffles and you squat down to his height seeing the tears in his eyes.

"Can i borrow that please?" you ask a girl whose cap you just signed and she nods politely, squealing a little when you touch her hand as you reach up from your lower position to take it.

You sign the little boy's car for him and he pulls you into a big hug, thanking you. The parents further the thanks before you look at the paddock lanyards round their necks. You take the little boys hand and start to take him with you.

The parents follow behind happily talking to Chris and one of the Audi Mechanics that had seen you signing stuff.

You walk him to where you can buy merch. You get him an Audi Hat, Audi top and you get a little driver's poster. You sign it all there on the desk and hand it to the parents in the bag while placing the hat on his head.

"Thank you" he grins at you, the parents thank you as well before leaving. You leave towards the Audi garage, waving at the few people who you still trusted.

Alex had eventually caught up to you and walked side by side with you.

More people took pictures of the pair of you as you walked down the large and open stretch. Martin Bundle had come up to you both during his media day grid walk asking you both questions that you simultaneously answered questions too.

Eventually, you found yourself getting bored. Your PR team wanted to give you a cool down after the accusations from last week and not force your image back so soon. So they mainly focused on Alex.

You eventually left Audi hospitality where you'd been doing some private work on a laptop. You needed to get some fresh air and go for a walk. There was also only an hour before the F1 Academy Qualifying started and you wanted to be there for that.

You were walking down the strip when you see the two Ferrari boys walking towards you.

"Y/N? Can we talk?" Charles asks and you cross you arms looking down at him. Usually you felt quite small around Charles, not just because of his personality but because he was naturally taller than you. Now you were in these heels he was the one looking up at you, and if he was about to apologize you'd find that kind of funny.

"Depends what you want to talk about!" you admit to him.

"About how I acted about what I said!" he offers looking down meekly making you scoff.

"Look Charles, the fact that you ignored me all last weekend when I tried to reach out to you and then went as far as to not believe me when I'd be accused of drug use... which is a really serious accusation which was pulled into investigation because of your team and Red Bull... I don't really feel like I owe you a conversation! So no, we cant talk" you say, before walking off and towards the Mclaren garage in hopes of finding Lando.

You walk up to the entrance finding two workers outside who wave at you.

"Hey Y/N!" one of them smiles at you.

"Hey guys, how are you?" you smile at them and they nod talking to you about their stressful day trying to get content for Mclaren. You nod along with them as they rant until Lando comes trotting down the steps.

"Y/N! You wanna go for a track walk?" he asks and you nod, pit walks were always really good. It gave drivers the change to see it up-close and take it in while you walk around it.

"So, Charles text me" Lando starts as you both walk out of the pit lane and onto the track.

"Mmmm" you mumble quietly not really meeting his eyes.

"Said you weren't ready to talk to him?" he almost asks as if he's seeing if you thought you made the right call in not talking to him.

"All last week i tried to talk to him, tried to be his friend but tell me why he ignores me and pushes me away at every opportunity he gets. You don't do that, not when he spent the whole time between Japan and South Korea with me" you admit, rubbing your hands together.

"Maybe if you let him explain?" Lando suggest with a shrug.

"You meddling little bitch" you say lightly making his shoulder.

"Hey, hey! Ease up or i'll report you for trying to sabotage another team!" he jokes rubbing his shoulder a little.

"Seriously though, I agreed to this walk to talk with you, not talk about Charles, it's not just the fact he ignored me anyway" you sigh holding a hand up to block the lowering sun.

"Anyway, how are you feeling about the race?" you ask trying to steer the conversation away.

"Yeah pretty good, this year could be our year!" he smiles looking over at you.

Australia went alright, considering you not only had a lot on your mind but had car troubles you managed to finish P10, in the points Alex just above you in P8.

Team debrief was longer. talking about the car troubles you experienced before you were let go.

You met with Daniel, both he and Oscar wanted to take you out for food where they were both in their home country. Of course this meant you guys picked up Lando as a default. You guys went out for a meal, everyone online was excited to see the four of you out together.

Next weekend up was Jeddah, you performed really well there, your team thought it was time to use you for media again as much as Alex, and you ended up coming P4, Carlos just ahead of you taking that podium alone with Lando and Max.

After that came your most feared circuit... Spa. It was sort of a meme, when you were working your way up through feeder series and driving in other motorsport championships before you came to F1 that you never finished a race in Spa, there was either car problems or it rained and strategy was awful and you'd crash out or you would just have a problem driving.

You were hopeful to end that streak, the Curse of Y/N in SPA.

And it looked like that throughout all the free practices you completed and coming in P3, having set the fastest lap in Q1 on top of that.

You were nervous, but everyone was telling you that it looked like clear skies for the whole day and that it should be fine.

"Y/N?" a voice said behind you as you were about to hop into your car. You turn round spotting Charles there looking at you.

"Oh, Charles! You okay?" you ask looking over him.

"I know you struggle here, but I just wanted to say that I believe in you and what you can achieve today" he says in a small voice. The words, they were just words but it was the way he said them that you could tell that there was a different meaning behind them. And you appreciated it.

So you went into the car with a clear head.

"Radio check Y/N?" your engineer asks.

"Loud and clear, lets make this a good one" you reply before heading out for the formation lap. You do it and everything feels normal with the car.

You then wait for the lights out, you get an incredible start managing to go between Carlos Lando.

"OH WOAH, INCREDIBLE RACING FROM Y/N. She's managed to go between the Mclaren and Ferrari and SHE'S IN P1 Y/N Y/L/N LEADS THE BELGIAN GRAND PRIX" Crofty exclaims as he watched you on the screen in the commentators box.

You lead for the next few laps defending exceptionally from both Lando and Sainz who had managed to keep pretty close to you. After that it was a complete shit show. You had a really long pitstop, it was around 15 seconds and you were asking your engineer what was going on but they just said they were looking into it. It sent you down from P1 all the way to P18.

"Fuck sake!" you complain.

"I'm sorry for that Y/N, but lets pick up the pace and try get back up there" you have a spectacular drive. Your car was a rocket ship and you managed to get all the way back up to P4 and was about to overtake Leclerc when the rain report came through.

2 laps later and it was really raining, you'd pitted after a safety car was deployed changing tires and you managed to get the overtake on Leclerc. Into P3.

The rain only got heavier and that was when the race went tits up. The rain somehow interfered with your radio and it was only static you were receiving.

For the next laps you were relying on the pit board.

"What an interesting race this has been. Y/N has driven phenomenally and this is to date with out a doubt her best race in Spa, even through all the bad luck she's managed to pull through and she is currently in P1, defending her ass off from Lando and Lewis who are close behind her. This is just immense racing here today. She really came here with the mindset of a winner!" he explains looking at your on-board.

"Yeah, i mean she'd been without radio communications for 20 laps of this race, and the rains fading now, most crews are preparing to pit and make a final tyre change but its seems like nothing has been communicated to her"

As the track started to dry up you loose grip on the tyres more and more. There was no communication from your team and you were debating what to do. If you eased up now, you'd let Lando, Lewis and Carlos all past and risk your first win.

The last peice of communication you saw going past the pits was that you were leading and there was only 3 laps to go.

Lando was very close behind you, constantly in your wing mirror. He had tried some moves in an attempt to overtake but you'd kept defending like your life depended on it.

You go round one corner at the same speed you had been for the whole wet part of the race not realizing how quickly this corner had dried out. You attempt to break a little quicker, Lando doesn't antisipate and rear ends the back of your car, flipping you over.

"OH MY LORD THAT A MASSIVE CRASH FOR Y/N DOWN ON TURN 6. She broke early being on those intermediates where the tracks starting to dry out and Lando hasn't reacted quick enough. In the process he's busted his front wing!"

Lando Radio: Is she okay? I didn't mean that! I was it bad i went past to quickly to see where she went

Engineer: Red flag Lando, Red Flag

Lando Radio: Please tell me she's okay?

Lewis Radio: Holy shit, is she okay man. Why is she still on the inter's?

Engineer: Lewis that a Red Flag

Lewis Radio: This was a bad one.

And it was, you flipped multiple times before your car slammed into the barrier. You felt like an elephant was sitting on your chest right now and your head was dizzy.

"That's a really bad crash, and we don't even know if she's alright because the radio isn't working, the look of all the audi workers right now is really a sight to see" he says panning to all your colleagues with jaw's dropped and hands covering there mouths as their eyes water.

Some of them are actually crying, as no-body could detect movement and the car was barely visible from the damage caused.

You tried to keep your mind open with the adrenaline, but slowly your vision blacks out.

A/N: Oop i feel like this is my first proper cliff hanger!

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[rafedaddy01]

“Rafey, I’m sooo druk rigt nooowww” Drunk texting Rafe was probably not a good idea, but you couldn’t help yourself. You were horny and you needed some relief. Relief you knew only he could give you. You stared at the message for what felt like hours, just waiting for a reply. When he didn’t reply you reached into your bedside drawer and pulled out your pink vibrator. You stared at it with excitement. It wasn’t Rafes cock, but it’ll do. You started toying with your clit, getting yourself nice and wet before sucking on the head of the vibrator and positioning it at your entrance.

Just as you were about to get to work your phone dinged.

“Baby where are you?”

“At home. Wishing you were here”

“Baby, you know I have business to deal with. I’ll be home as soon as I can, drink water” You pouted at his last message. You wanted him home now.

“I’m naked” “And in bed”

“With my vibrator” You knew Rafe hated that vibrator. He tossed your old one out but you just used his credit card to buy 15 more to spite him. The punishment for that was enjoyable. “Y/n. Don’t” Was all his message read. You rolled your eyes as you opened your camera and snapped a picture of your spread legs with the toy probing your entrance. The typing dots appeared and disappeared. You frowned in disappointment and when they never appeared again you tossed your phone to the side and got to work. You were still horny and Rafe clearly wasn’t gonna do anything about. You turned on the toy and started fucking yourself with it. You imagined Rafe being there, kissing your neck and his fingers flicking your hardened nipples. One of your hands moved to your breasts, massaging them and twisting the nipples.

Your moans filled the room as you fucked yourself harder on the toy. You imagined Rafe sucking on your clit and fingering you as your back arched, but you didn’t wanna cum just yet. You pulled the toy out and panted as you tried to edge yourself. You loved when Rafe did it to you, and the outcome was always amazing orgasms.

Just as you inserted the toy back in you the door burst opened.

“What the fuck! I told you not to use that!” Rafe stomped into the room and tore the toy from your hands. “You naughty girl. Does someone need to be punished?” You couldn’t help the butterflies that flooded your stomach as you thought of all the ways he’d torment you.

“Answer me” he wrapped and hand around your throat and pulled you closer.

“Do you need my cock to remind you why you don’t need those pathetic toys”

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[nejiverse]

OH OH I HAVE SOME IDEA TO SHARE I hope ya don't mind this FLUFFINESS

How would think Aki react when their baby starting to kick around inside Reader's tummy?🥺😩💖👉👈

- Leafy 🍃

THEIR LITTLE ONE

[Hayakawa Family Series]

yes!! i love this idea so damn much, aki’s absolutely adorable here😌

cw: none

700ish words

Y/n hated mornings, for the sole reason that she felt even more yucky and groggy than before she was pregnant.

So when Aki decided to wake up his lovely wife, all he got was a bunch of barbaric grumbles....a cold sweat ran down the side of his face in slight fear.

"C'mon, we have a doctor's appointment today", he uttered softly, leaning down at the side of the bed and gently tucking strands of her hair behind her ear and out of her face. He wanted better access to her pretty features.

"In..a minute", she slurred out.

Aki rolled his eyes with a huff. "You said that the last 8 times".

"A minute..", she repeated, averting her head that was once facing Aki into her pillow.

"I guess the hot bath I prepared for you is gonna go to waste, what a shame", Aki sighed and stood straight up again, peeking through his peripheral vision to see if his comment had gotten any reaction out of her.

"Nice try—".

"Correction, hot bath with bubbles", he added which made the woman peek an eye out from the pillow.

Aki had a smug look on his face, making Y/n chuckle to herself. He was very much exploiting her love for foamy baths.

"Fine..", she playfully rolled her eyes and extended her arms out to him. "But help me up first".

He did as she said and kept a hand around her wrist, leading her to the bathroom.

Y/n brushed her teeth, her lids barely able to stay open. Aki came up behind her and snaked his arms around her body to support her tired and wobbly figure, admiring how she completely melted into his touch.

One thing Y/n needed to give Aki more credit for was that he always knew what to do depending on her mood, and the fact that he remembered back hugs were her favourite in the mornings made her really really happy.

Once Aki helped her into the bath, he went out to get a towel (he forgot to bring it in).

He decided to clean up around before heading back to his wife, it'd only take a few minutes. It really irked him when things weren't where they were supposed to and untidy.

Quickly, the apartment was spick and span. The last thing he had to do was vacuum a bit—

"AKI COME QUICK!".

The sudden shout of his name made the man's shoulders jerk up as he made haste to the bathroom, his brain only assuming the worst.

Aki abruptly opened the door, gasping for air as he was met with a smiling Y/n who gestured for him to come closer.

“You gave me a heart attack”, he sighed, shaking his head as he approached her.

Y/n smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I got excited..but gimme your hand!”.

It was an odd request but nonetheless he did so.

He crouched down next to the tub and the woman placed his outstretched hand onto her protruding stomach that was slightly submerged in the water.

“She’s kicking!”, Y/n exclaimed.

Once Aki felt little kicks against his palm, his pupils visibly dilated as the feeling felt so foreign to him. To say the least, he was simply in awe. He never knew such a thing could happen during pregnancy and it made him feel as though he was physically touching his little girl.

“Does…does it hurt?”, Aki inquired.

Y/n shook her head. “It just a bit ticklish, that’s all”, it merely felt like a flutter against her belly. “For now that is”, she frowned. As she got bigger she’d start throwing harder kicks.

A sweet smile tugged at the sides of Aki’s lips as he placed a kiss right on the spot she was kicking.

“I can’t wait to finally meet you”, he spoke under his breath.

Hayakawa family series masterlist :)

A/N: Aki is the loml in case ya’ll didn’t know 🤭

[shuchu]

im not even a kyo stan but like 😳 imagining the trope where childhood friends get seperated for a while and when they reuinte again, person a is shocked at how much person b has changed and now person a is confused and flustered around person b 🥺

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅ different but familiar ₊˚ෆ

character(s): kyo kaneko

note: gn!reader ; fluff ; not proof read!

a/n: oh gosh i haven't written a proper fic in ages... i apologise if this is sloppy ;w; but hey, my first kyo fic o_o despite being a kyomie for a while now lol oops. i actually really enjoyed writing this, it made me feel all soft and warm on the inside hehe. this kinda ended on a cliffhanger, let me know if you guys want a part two!! thank you anon for the idea!! enjoy lovelies ♡

art credit

you were on your way to the coffee shop nearby to get your coffee before heading to work. you take a deep breath of the crisp autumn air as you walk through a carpet of leaves, hearing them crunch beneath your feet. you swing open the door and hear the little jingle of the bell before the delicious smell of freshly baked pastries mixed with the fragrant scent of coffee wafts towards your nose. a faint smile graces your features as you walk towards the counter to order.

"hi what can i get for you today?" the cheerful cashier asks.

"i'll have an oat milk cappuccino with 2 shots of espresso as well as a croissant please." you respond, giving the cashier a friendly smile.

"will that be all?"

"yep! thank you!"

just as you were about to pull out your card to pay, you see someone reach forward to tap their card on the machine. you turn to your left to see who it was. a guy with light blue hair smiles at you and says, "my treat."

as you walked over to the collection counter with him, you were trying to figure out why this guy looked so familiar. did you know him?

and then it hit you...your eyes widened as you looked at him

"kyo?"

he turned towards you with a soft chuckle, "took you long enough."

"oh my gosh...i haven't seen you in..." your voice falters as you try to recall the number of years

"thirteen years." he says as he looks at you with a small smile

"oh wow...it's been that long huh? how've you been? i hope mr. and mrs. kaneko have been well."

"oh yeah i've been busy, got a job that literally takes up all of my time. my parents are doing good though, thank you for asking about them."

"so...what brings you back to our quaint little town?"

"well...my mom and dad wanted to meet some old friends and catch up with them. i've been working tirelessly for months without a break so i decided..."

kyo's voice drifts off, melting together with the background ambiance of the coffee shop as you stare shamelessly at him, noticing the changes in his appearance since you last saw him.

oh wow, when did he get his ear pierced? his face changed a lot...it's a lot more defined now. also, he shot up so much what the heck?! i was taller than him when we were kids...that's so unfair, why do guys get so much taller after puberty...wait, was he always this handsome...?

"hey...hey y/n...are you done checking me out?" kyo's voice gets clearer again as you snap out of your thoughts. you feel your cheeks heat up after getting caught staring at him and because of the close proximity between the both of you. he leaned in to get your attention and now both of your faces were just a few inches apart.

you avert your gaze to compose yourself and mumble, "i wasn't checking you out..."

he leans back and chuckles, "uh huh...so tell me what i said then." he teases, a smirk evident on his face.

you stay silent because obviously you didn't hear what he said, he chuckles and flicks your forehead gently, "you haven't changed a bit, always spacing out."

you move your hand to rub the spot he flicked with a pout, "quit it, you're still as annoying as you were back then." you giggle after and he laughs too. it felt nice to joke around with him again. your heart swells with happiness, you've missed him — more than you thought you did.

the barista calls out your name and you go to grab your order.

"i'm assuming you're headed off to work now, where do you work by the way?"

"oh it's just 3 blocks down, that massive office building?"

"oh yeah, i know which one you're talking about. what time do you get off work?"

"6pm."

"oh perfect, i'll see you then. we need to have a proper catchup. dinner's on me too." he says with a boyish grin.

"no that's okay, i can-"

"nuh uh uh, no can do. um...i'm sure you have to start walking, it's almost 9am. you don't wanna be late to work do you?" he says as he places his hands on your shoulders and swivels you around to face the direction of your office.

you click your tongue and start walking, turning your head back to respond to him, "we'll see mr kaneko. i'll have my card ready this time."

"byeee! good luck at work! i'll see you at 6!" he calls out as he waves at you

you wave too and turn back around with a sappy smile on your face, your cheeks flushed. well that's something to motivate me to get through work today

[gudfornuthin]

Hi I was just wondering of you can make a Bernard x reader and maybe just a little lime or smut please thank you so much ❤❤❤

Sugar and Spice

Bernard the Elf x reader

Working as a baker at the North Pole was no easy task. Especially when the overbearing head elf is breathing down your neck. When true feelings are brought to light, how will you deal with them?

Thank you for the request! It’s not really smut as I’ve never written that before so it’s not intense but I’ve mixed this fic with an idea I already had. I kinda went off the rails lol. Hope you enjoy❤️

( gif credit to @corrodedcoffins )

It was an as always cold, winter morning at the North Pole. Elves scrambling around, making sure everything was complete and ready for Christmas. Less than two months to go and they were falling behind. Santa had only checked the naughty and nice list once, the workshop needed major renovations and three of the reindeer have fallen ill. Safe to say that everyone was on edge. Especially head elf, Bernard.

Striding across the grounds, his expression was anything but happy. Having a less than pleasant conversation with Curtis, he needed time away from the chaos, just for a moment. Bernard hated to admit, but he didn’t do well with stress. The constant pressure put on his shoulders, always feeling like if anything goes wrong, it’s all on him. It’s tough. And he needs some time to relax.

Making it to the front doors of the bakery, he walks through, immediately hit with the smell of fresh cookies and gingerbread. Bernard continues through to the main area, dodging elves holding steaming trays. He arrives by the ovens where he finally sees you. Messy hair, flour down your apron, and what appears to be sprinkles stuck to the sleeves of your shirt. Raw dough scatters the once clean tabletop and Bernard rolls his eyes at it. Mess was never good.

You turn around and spot the head elf, smiling wide. “Oh hey Bernard! Wasn’t expecting to see you this early.”

“Y/N,” he replies in a less than cheerful tone. “Working hard I see?”

“Well I was decorating some of the gingerbread houses and realised there was some icing left over from the cookies, so I had an idea,” the young elf’s eyes light up. “Rather than wasting time and making more red icing, I’ll just use the remaining green icing I already have for the gingerbread houses and have it all matching!” You breath out and spread your arms, happy with your work. Bernard, less so happy.

His eye begins to twitch and his teeth clench. He didn’t want to lose his temper, but the day had already set him on that track. “You can’t do that. You have to follow the recipe exactly as it’s written. You can’t change it without consulting the others otherwise the other bakers won’t make it like you have.”

You blink, taken back by his blunt response. “Sorry, I didn’t realise it would be a big deal. It’s changing one colour and better yet, saving ingredients. Which I thought you’d be all for.”

Bernard knows you’re right, but he can’t seem to drop the sudden grudge he’s holding against you. He grabs for the icing. “No, there’s not enough time to change things so just stick to what you’re supposed to do.”

Sadly, you were equally as stubborn. Furrowing your brow, you snatch the icing away. “Who put coal in your stocking?” You jest, but the metaphorical question still stands. You’d been in a pretty good mood until Bernard showed up, seemingly ready to put up a fight with anyone who got in his way.

He reaches for the icing once more, but you pull back. This continues on, both of you acting like a young child unwilling to share their new toy. The other elves in the room have stopped to watch the display you’re both apart of.

“Y/N this isn’t funny either give me the icing or I’ll have to ask you to leave the bakery for today.” “Make me.”

You both glare at each other. Bernard pulls one last time on the bag and you squeeze, the icing pouring out fast and covering both of you in the sugary treat. The elves gasp. You both stand there in shock.

“Bernard I’m so sorry I didn’t meant to-” you’re unable to finish the sentence before the head elf turns and walks away, leaving through the back doors, slamming them in the process. You stand alone, feeling defeated and childish. You didn’t meant to go off on him. It all just seemed to blow out of proportion. Grabbing a kitchen towel and trying to wipe off the icing, you dash after Bernard.

———

You find Bernard in his office, using a worn rag to rid himself of the mess caused, muttering over and over again. You knock on the door and he looks up. His face turns blank. He huffs out and nods, you taking that as your sign to enter. The place is filled with tension, unsure who should break the silence first. You take the leap.

“You ran out of there quick. Didn’t give me any time to apologise.”

“It’s fine, just needed to clean myself up.” Bernard scrubs his top vigorously, the icing unwilling to leave. You make your way further into the room, arriving in front of him with your towel. “Here, you’re just making it worse.”

Bernard admits defeat and allows you to swab at the remaining sugar. He avoids eye contact, looking anywhere but you. Whether it was because of the scene you both caused, or the current close proximity, you didn’t know.

“I didn’t mean to snap at you,” Bernard whispers, still looking off into the distance, “your idea was really smart, helpful. It’s just been a rough few days.”

“It seems to me that you only ever have rough days,” you stop what you’re doing and look up at him, “you can talk about it you know. Never bottle these things up.”

There’s a silence for a while, the only sound heard from the towel rubbing the icing off a shirt which definitely needed a proper wash.

“I sometimes wonder if I’m good enough to be head elf.”

His response shocks you. Sure the last few months seemed to have Bernard on edge, but he’d always been able to handle it in the past. Hearing him question his abilities made you feel sick, wondering how long he’d felt this way.

“Bernard, you are an incredible head elf. We’d all be in shambles without you!” He shakes his head but you continue on. “Everyone looks up to you; you make sure deadlines are met and the elves are at ease. Santa wouldn’t be able to do this job without your help.”

You take his hands and he finally looks at you, a slight blush covering his already rosey cheeks. “Bernard, you don’t need to do this by yourself. You can’t put all this pressure on you when things fall slightly behind. And you certainly can’t quit as head elf. We all need you,” you take a deep breath, “I need you.”

Bernard’s eyes grow wide, as do yours, shocked by what you just said. Sudden thoughts rush through your head. You’d always known there was something there when it came to the head elf. You found him attractive, and blushed anytime he was near. But saying it out loud now felt strange. You felt vulnerable. You felt stupid. Coughing awkwardly you step back.

“That was out of line, I’m really sorry if that’s made things awkward I didn’t-” before you can muster up a lame excuse, Bernard steps forward, grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for a kiss. It takes you a moment to understand what’s happening, but soon after you place your hands on the sides of his face and kiss back. He pulls you closer, the movement forcing you to stand in between his legs while he leans back against the desk. You hate how cliche it all feels, but sparks were truly flying. One of your hands moves up into Bernard’s hair, slightly pulling at the curls, eliciting a moan from his mouth. He turns you both around, now with your back against the desk, as he lifts one of your legs to wrap around his waist. It was intense. It was surprising. It was definitely long over due. Who knew slightly switching up a recipe would result in this?

Bernard moves his kissing down your neck, biting hard and more than likely leaving a mark. You pull harder on his hair and tilt your head, giving him more access.

“God, you’re amazing,” he says in your ear with a slight husk. “I could stay in here with you forever.”

Sadly he doesn’t, as there’s a sudden knock on the door, throwing you back into reality. A small voice is heard from outside the room. “Bernard, you’re needed down in workshop.”

He pulls away from your hold, turning to the door and clearing his throat. “I’ll be right down, thank you.” There’s a slight wobble in his voice and you smirk, knowing it’s because of you’re previous activities. He looks back at you, reaching for your hand and smiling timidly. You smile back and shuffle your feet, a sense of awkwardness setting. Bernard doesn’t know what to say, but thankfully you beat him to it.

“It’s okay, we’re okay. We can talk about this later tonight,” you move closer, winding your arms around his neck and playing with the shorter hairs at the back of his head. “Go be the best head elf the North Poles ever seen.”

His smile widens, and he leans in for one last kiss. After a few moments, you both let go and he strides out the door with a spring in his step, feeling a lot better than he did earlier. You can still feel his lips on your neck and his hands on your waist. It was definitely a good way to start the morning.

[voxmortuus]

Hello!! Can I request Will Graham or Hannibal x fem!reader? Reader is a nurse and she helps him in an injury or something but he goes batshit crazy in love with her and stalks her and eventualy kidnapps her??

►PAIRING: Will Graham X F!Reader ►UNIVERSE: Hannibal ►WORDS: 1k ►SUMMARY/PROMPT: See Above. ►SONG INSPIRATION: Obsessed by Elle Lexxa ►TRIGGER WARNINGS: Mention of injury | Hospital | Blood | Will goes crazy | Stalking Will | Will Kidnaps Reader | I may be missing some, but you get a general idea, so please proceed with caution if there is anything in there that is overly triggering please let me know politely and I will make sure it is added to the list. ►NOTE: Sorry if this isn't what you expected, or had envisioned yourself, I apologize. But I hope you enjoyed my vision. ►IMAGE & DIVIDER CREDIT: @nyxvuxoa ►My Master Masterlist | Hannibal Masterlist

"Y/N, you have a patient in room 207. Head injury of some sort, superficial. Dr. Humphrey said to go ahead and clean him up, get his vitals and go ahead and send him home." the charge nurse told you. She gave you the chart and sent you off in that direction. Going through things all you wanted to do was go home.

Honestly, you were exhausted, and the idea of a hot shower, your favorite pair of sweatpants and tank top, followed by a bottle of your favorite brand of wine, some chicken wings, and binge-watching that show you've been meaning to watch sounded like a fantastic idea. That... that was the dream. But, right now, that was not reality.

"Hello, Mister..." you take a moment to look at the chart as you lick your lips. "Graham. A head injury I see here. Luckily it's nothing too serious. Nothing a little cleaning up and bandage can't fix. Then we'll send you on your way." You state looking over him for the first time. He was sweet looking, like a battered stray puppy. You tilt your head and let out a soft breath before you check out the wound on his forehead.

As Will is gazing up at you as you step close, he can't help but be in utter awe of you. How your eyes are shaped and the depth of their color of them, your nose seems to have that perfect shape, and your lips move when you speak. The way your voice sounded was like music to his ears and your complexion was absolutely lovely. It was the way your hair fell, and your scent, it was intoxicating in its own way. Though yes, you may have looked exhausted, but it was at that moment, he had this undying need to take care of you, to make you feel like you need not a car in the world.

Will watched you so intently, listening as you spoke, and when your hands came to his skin, he smiled softly. "Your hands are very pleasant." He stated softly.

"Excuse me?" You ask, the compliment took you off guard.

"Your hands, they aren't cold like most, they're very warm, it's a nice change." He stated.

"Oh... well... thank you, Mr. Graham. Now please, stop moving. I need to tend to this okay?" you give a soft chuckle, your eyes soften, and your aura relaxes.

"Oh, yes, sorry." He stated lowly and watches your face as you work.

Finishing up, you toss your gloves in the trash along with the items you used to clean up the wound on his head. Looking over him you offer a kind smile. Your smile, it was something that was really sticking with him. It was just you. Love at first sight, some would say, but to him, you had become an obsession. He needed to know everything was to know about you. He needed to know how you took your coffee, how you smelt after a shower, how soft your skin was after lotion, what you wore when you weren't at home, and how you cut your food, it was the simple things that drove him mad with needing to know.

He started to follow you. He began to learn your routine. Where you got gas for your car, what floor of your apartment you lived on, what time you went to bed, and when you went to work. He learned all of the little details. It was all so simple in his mind.

It wasn't like you knew, you were so involved in yourself and your work you didn't think to pay attention to your surroundings. And when he could have struck any time, he decided that his obsession was starting to consume him. He was dreaming of you, he was following you to the grocery store and would get behind you in line just to smell your hair.

You were that one thing he couldn't let escape his mind. He didn't want you to escape his mind. He damn well knew what he wanted. He had dreamt of it.

One night you were out of work, and instead of getting to your car, he approached you from behind, and with a rag he had used chloroform on he placed it over your mouth and nose, and after a few brief moments of inhalation you had passed out. Your body falls limp in his grasp, putting you in the back of his vehicle.

He didn't take you back to his place, instead, he took you to someplace he knew no one would come snooping. Not even Hannibal was going to come looking for you. He knew who you talked to, who you avoided, no one was coming. The thing is, he wasn't set out to murder you, he was obsessed with you, and he was going to do anything in his power to make you love him.

Once you were tied to the chair he sat across the room watching you, but it was taking a fair bit of time to wake you up. He watched, and watched, but nothing. Growing antsy he got up, and decorated the room around you, with flowers and nice things. Coffee- fresh even. Biting his lip he waited, and at that moment he heard you stir he moved to you.

"Wh...where am I?" you asked.

"Hi, I don't know if you remem-"

"Graham... head injury, why am I here? What happened?" you ask.

"I needed you. I have fresh coffee, flowers, and snacks..." he points out

"No, you needed me? Coffee, flowers, snacks... why am I tied up. Graham..." you start to panic

"No, no relax, I'm not going to hurt you I promise. You're safe, I promise, please, call me Will." He stated with a kind smile... damn a loving smile.

"Relax?! I'm tied up in some stranger's home! LET ME GO!" you demand.

"No, no, please, You don't have anyone else. I promise. You won't want to go home after this. Relax. Okay? I'll show you." He nodded.

This was the start of something utterly insane, he hoped that maybe you were going to love him, that you would stay, and maybe in time you did, or you managed to escape, or he let you go, the end is unforeseen, but it's not like you cannot dream of what the future for you holds.

[nervousgardenerkid]

yello could u do an eddie munson x reader where the reader struggles w selective mutism (becoming mute/being unable to speak in some situations usually because of bad anxiety, or at least in my own experience) and usually communicates through little notes but feels real bad bc they don’t want eddie to be disappointed and he comforts them and says it’s ok bc he loves them anyway

pls i’m having big sad rn and i think that would be so adorable, also considering that selective mutism and stuff like that is v rarely seen in media/fanfics lol, it would be a big win for us

ty <333

a/n: i hope i got to this in time anon! i'm sorry you're feeling sad rn :( i tried to do my best with it cause personally i have no idea what it's like but as someone with anxiety i understand a bit! I hope you like it :D credit to the gif owner!

Notes to you

Blue skies in, grey clouds out. Blue skies in, grey clouds out. You thought to yourself. You weren't sure what was in the air today but school seemed so much more packed when it came to basketball games. Maybe school spirit was more alive in the students thus causing them to be louder and more obnoxious than usual. Or maybe the universe decided to give you the middle finger and held a pep rally. Either way, you weren't the biggest fan of it.

Your hands start to grab at the straps of your backpack and you try not to cry when the kid next to you gets pushed into you. You just want to go home, you don't even want to spend the rest of the day in school. Your eyes frantically search the flooded hall looking for a familiar face, but so far no luck. I could leave now you think to yourself. Home isn't that far from school and I'll be okay if I miss a day of school. You turn around and try and make your way toward the school exit when finally, you see him.

Relief washes over your body and you push your way through the crowd and grab onto his jacket as soon as he's within arms reach. Eddie quickly turns you thinking you were a bully but smiles when he sees it's you.

“Hey, there sweetheart, where are you off to?”

You open your mouth trying to get the words out but you're stuck. Your brain goes blank and you struggle to think of the words you want to say. You look around the halls trying to find something to focus on but everything is too bright and too loud. Eddie notices the panicked look in your eyes and turns Dustin around to reach into his backpack.

“Hey! You can't just go digging in there-”

“Can it Henderson.”

“Yes sir.”

Eddie pulls out his notebook and rips off a page before stuffing the notebook back in and searching for a pen.

“Man, I had a whole system in there.”

“I'll let you sit on my throne for ten seconds if you stop talking.”

“Done.”

Eddie let out a small “ah ha!” when he found a pen. He holds onto your hand tightly and starts to lead you out of the school screaming for students to get out of his way. Once you're out of the school you take a deep breath, it doesn't help as much as you would've liked it to but it's better than being surrounded by warms of people. Before you know it, Eddie has you standing in front of his van the paper on the hood of his car, and he places the pen in your hand.

“What's going on in your pretty little head?” he asks you softly.

You take a deep breath feeling the pen in your hand as you try and call down. Your hand is shaky as you write.

I hate basketball games.

He let out a hum. “Me too, way too many people. Do you want to go to the library? It's nice and quiet in there.”

It's locked. Even the librarian has more school spirit than me.

Eddie chuckles and leans against the van smiling at you.

You can go back in, I was just going to walk home.

“Pft. Walk home, yeah right. No way I'm letting you walk home in this horrible heat.”

You glance at him and smile.

You didn't have to let Dustin sit on your throne for me.

Eddie shrugs his shoulders. “It's not a problem. Plus, I kinda ruined his whole backpack system or whatever he has going on in there.”

Ruined. Dustin's bag was ruined because of you. The whole system he made up is ruined all because Eddie had to scramble to get a piece of paper for you. Your breathing began to pick up again and you closed your eyes trying to take deep breaths. Eddie stands straight again stands nearby.

“What do you need sweetheart? How can I help you?”

The words are on the tip of your tongue but you can't get them out no matter how hard you're trying to.

“Hey, hey listen to me,” he says softly. “One tap for yes.” He taps on his van once. “Two taps for no. Sound good to you?”

You click the pen twice instead of tapping on the car. Eddie nods his head saying he can work with that.

“Can I touch you? Is that okay?”

Click.

He wraps his arms around you.

“You want me to hold you tighter?”

Click.

His arms squeeze you tight enough for you to start grounding yourself. You take a deep breath catching the scent of Eddie's cologne. Your hand wrapped around the back of his shirt feeling the material beneath your fingertips. The cotton was soft, yet worn out. You could tell it was one of his favorites. You started to calm down when you heard his sweet voice reassuring you that everything is okay and that you're gonna be okay.

“I'm sorry,” you whisper to him.

He pulls away from you and wipes away at the stray tear that fell down your face.

“For what?”

You shake your head. What were you sorry for? You didn't do anything bad, Eddie was just trying to be a good boyfriend and help.

“I don't know.”

tears are streaming down your face and Eddie pulls you in for another hug. His hand is gently scratching at your scalp and he's swaying you both back and forth while gently rushing you.

“You didn't do anything wrong. I promise you didn't, okay?”

You nod your head choosing to believe him as you take a shaky breath. You know better than to ask this, but sometimes the reassurance helps more than you think it would.

You gently pull away from him and turn your body back toward the van. You grab the piece of paper, fold it in half, then click the pen getting ready to write your question out.

You still love me?

Eddie grabs the pen from your hand, he clicks it a few times pretending to think of his answer. He messily writes down his answer and slides the note back to you hiding his smile behind his hair.

Always. :)

[sanguineterrain]

ohhh how about 30: “one more chapter.” from list 3 with stevie? i feel like he loves sitting you between his legs and making you read to him! no doubt you'll make it spectacularly fluffy <3

i swear i'll get to all of these requests 😭

a smidgen of angst but mostly fluff. friends to lovers. steve being a cutie 💓 gn!reader. thank u for requesting bb

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"... I shall go, notwithstanding. It is astonishing how sociable I feel myself compared with him."

You pause and turn. Steve is tucked beside you, hair shielding his face. You admire him for a moment; you study his hand that rests on the pillow, veins stretched taut. You watch him breathe and the width of his shoulders that rise and fall as he does so. You track the little slice of skin that peeks out where his shirt is rucked up.

God, you are in deep shit.

He must be asleep. You can leave now, though you want to do anything but. It's getting harder to every day.

But you have to. You have to because if you don't, your stupid feelings will get in the way, and you're sure to say something that'll permanently damage this friendship you've forged.

And you can't do that. It doesn't matter how you feel; you can't lose Steve.

"'Y'd you stop?"

You jump. Steve pushes his lion's mane back and blinks up at you.

He is beautiful. You should've left when you had the chance.

"Huh? Oh, um, because I... I have to go."

"Go? You just got here," he says with a frown.

You laugh. "No, Steve, I didn't just get here. I've been reading for almost an hour, actually."

"That's barely any time," he declares. "C'mon, one more chapter."

"You fell asleep!"

"No, I was listening! 'S just your voice is so nice, I started to rest my eyes." Steve pouts. "Not my fault."

"Oh, for—I am not your personal lecturer, Steve. You know you can read this on your own."

"Well, you know I'm not gonna do that," he says, sitting up. "Anyway, why d'you have to go? You can just stay over. You have clothes here."

The universe must be testing you. Cruelly so. You take one step back, trying to create space, and Steve takes five steps forward, closing the distance all over again. You're friends, but sometimes Steve washes clothes you leave at his place and makes you breakfast and curls up next to you when you watch a movie.

And then that line—that quintessential line that separates friends and definitely-not-friends—blurs. You try to grab it, and you grab Steve instead. And you fight to find the line again, but Steve just snuggles deeper and makes more waffles and eggs over easy and then–then—

"Hey." Steve waves a hand in front of you. "Where'd you go?"

"Sorry. Uh, nowhere. I, um... my mom, she doesn't like me walking this late."

"But I'd drive you home."

"Yes, but—"

You struggle to untangle yourself. Steve'll see through you. He's a lot more perceptive than most people give him credit for. He'll sense something is up. But you can't worry about that.

You shove your book under your armpit and hold it tightly. Steve kneels on the edge of the bed, face scrunched.

"I always drive you home," he says. "And you used to stay over all the time. Why don't you anymore?"

"I do stay over," you argue senselessly.

"No, you don't. You're always in a rush to get home these days."

God, you hate that. You hate how torn up he sounds. You don't mean to do it. You never want to make Steve sad.

"I just..." You glance down at your book. "I have a nervous mother. You know how she is. After the earthquakes..."

"But she trusts me," Steve says. "And you used to not care about what she said. Why are you avoiding me?"

Steve's cheek has pillow marks. You've never seen him so relaxed. Sometimes, it looks like he hasn't slept in years.

"I'm not avoiding you," you say. "I just... I can't read another chapter, Steve."

"You don't have to. We can do anything you want."

No, not anything. He has no idea what he's promising.

Your gaze dips to his lips.

"I'll come over tomorrow," you plead.

"Y/N," Steve murmurs, and it doesn't sound any way he's ever said your name before.

It holds weight.

You remain quiet, barely breathing as he takes your hands in his and pulls you so your knees press against the bed.

"If I do anything you don't like," he begins, impossibly soft. "You knock some sense into me with that book, 'kay?"

"I would never," you whisper.

Steve closes his eyes before you close yours. You're glad he's so confident to do as much.

And then he kisses you.

He tastes like mint gum, but his mouth is hot like cider. You gasp. Your book falls to the floor.

Steve pulls back in alarm, hands on your face.

"Y'okay?"

"Keep kissing me," you demand, chasing his mouth.

So he pulls you back on the bed, and he does just that. Steve eases you back onto his pillow. His hair tickles your cheek. You kiss him until you need air.

"Okay," you say against his jaw.

"Okay, what?" Steve asks, still gentle.

"I'll read you another chapter."

He grins and kisses you again.

[nebbyy]

Omg I’m so excited you’ve decided to start requests!!!

I was wondering if you vibe with the idea of an Aang X f!reader. Where Aang kind of explores his anger? Maybe a little jealousy and rage but still a nice guy. Very much like Percy Jackson being a powerful rage guy but when relaxed he’s like a skater boy with no stress?

Aang x reader - That voice in his head

A/N: thank you so much for the support! I honestly didn't expect for one of the first requests I was gonna receive was gonna be of a fic for any character from AtLA, but I'm not surprised at all because I haven't interacted with this fandom in a long time!! I absolutely LOVE your idea and it was so fun writing it! 

Also really important, the pic I choose for this fic is from pinterest, I have no idea where it comes from, who made it, whether is a photoshop or a cosplayer,.... if you've got any information about who to crediti for the pic lemme know so that I can give credit to whoever made it!

Summary: you and Aang have been together for some time now, and all seems to be absolutely perfect. All, except for that little voice in the back of Aang’s head, one that made him think- overthink actually, and that made him act...

Warning: actions made out of jealousy, Aang acts in a way that might be considered as self destructive but it's nothing worrying don't worry. also the amount of fluff in this one might be considered to be a warning itself lmao

Word count: 2001

The day had started in the best of ways. Having all been so tired the night before, no one even noticed that you and Aang were snuggled up next to each other in front of the small bonfire, wrapped in the warmth of Appa's fur. And so the two of you were able to enjoy some well-deserved rest, in each other's arms.

Waking up had also been sweet as honey, as you had woken up first and had had all the time in the world to prepare a meagre breakfast to share with each other, before your friends and companions woke up as well. And even when they had joined you to eat a little something too, the feeling that reigned in the air was one of pure peace.

Or at least, it was until Sokka approached you, one hand on his hip and the other wielding a spear. "Hey Y/N, do you want to come with me to go fishing for something?" You smiled enthusiastically at your friend, not wasting a moment to follow him towards the body of water that lay not far from your temporary camp. You did not realise that you had left behind you a rather dumbfounded Aang, who watched you with slightly wide eyes as you walked away with your friend.

Aang… didn't understand what he was feeling. He didn't understand that strange twisting of his stomach, as if something was twisting him from the inside. He didn't understand his throat suddenly becoming dry, and his breath becoming heavy coming out of his lungs. He could not put a name to what was happening to him, yet he could put a face to it,….

Sokka.

It had all started a few weeks earlier, when after the umpteenth time he had been forced to call his friend's attention to himself, distracted by gazing into the distance, Sokka abruptly grabbed his friend Aang by the shoulder, forcing him to look him straight in the eye as he spoke to him: "If you don't take the first step with Y/N, I will." An innocent provocation, mainly aimed at spurring his friend to stop wasting time fantasising about the girl and get a move on declaring himself, although Sokka couldn't deny that if it weren't out of respect for his friend's crush, he would have already thrown his shot with you. Aang's face turned red, partly from embarrassment and partly from the growing jealousy within him. "H-hey isn't that cool, Sokka!!! I've liked her the longest, you can't just come and steal her from me like thi-" "Then you better hurry up, genius." And with that mischievous smile of his, which at such times makes you wquasi want to slap him, he turned away from Aang, heading to Katara.

It was not long after that little dialogue that Aang found the courage to declare his feelings, and he later thought he owed some of his luck to those very words Sokka said to him that day. Yet in that moment, as you saw him approach you, he brushed against your back to direct you into the right position to fish more effectively. At that moment he wondered if those words Sokka had said to him were really just a joke to tease him, if there was no ulterior motive, that of warning him that one way or another, he would try to make his move on you.

Aang's hands were clenched into such tight fists that his fingers were already leaving small cuts on his palms, but the strong emotions he was feeling at that moment prevented him from feeling anything other than the frantic throbbing of his head. With his head still clouded by this inexplicable rage, Aang turned away from the scene, marching towards a sort of circle formed by various rocks and trees.

Once he arrived in front of the first boulder, he did not even have time to take a breath to prepare himself for the earthbending, when already his right fist had moved as if by instinct, planting itself on the hard surface of the rock, leaving a groove where the impact had occurred. His fingers pulsed, his knuckles, but he felt as if he felt nothing, if anything that pulsation mixed with all the emotions he was already feeling. And in that pain, which at that moment he was not even able to metabolise, he found a further drive, which made the voice in his head even louder, more insistent. Y/N is gonna choose Sokka over me..

He threw another punch, incredibly even harder than the previous one. Small red cuts were beginning to appear on his hand, but Aang still paid no attention to them. It was as if he refused to see the reality around him, that voice in his head had taken hold of him, was isolating him in a dimension where there was nothing but him, his anger and the image of you with Sokka etched in his eyes.

Another punch followed, and another, then another. One by one, the stones arranged in that sort of circle disintegrated from the force of his blows. Aang did not really know how long it had been since he had initially gone there to vent the river that was his emotions, he only knew that the sun was about to set, and that a voice in the distance was calling his name.

It was you, worried sick about the sudden disappearance of your boyfriend.

Aang could not move a single muscle, it was as if your voice had brought him out of his trance state, and now the weight of reality was falling on him all at once. He did not have the courage to answer your call, or even to turn around to look at you properly. He looked down at his hands dripping with his own blood. With the adrenaline diminishing in his body by the second, he began to feel the searing pain of his wounds, finally realising the gravity of what he had inflicted upon himself in that state of rage.

What would you have said seeing him like that? You would certainly be disappointed seeing what he had done, and why. Who knows how worried you'd been about him, maybe you'd been looking for him for hours and he'd been selfishly on his own, voluntarily away from you, as if you were to blame for him feeling that way… even he didn't know how. Or again, you had not come there to know how he was. Maybe you had come to him to tell him that it was over between you, that you preferred Sokka after all, that while you were fishing something had clicked, that he was no longer good enough for you,….

"Good God, Aang what happened?" you run in his direction, taking his bloody hands in yours. You tried to meet his gaze, but he seemed to be working hard to avoid it. You didn't pay much attention, instead throwing your arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I was really worried about you, you know? You seemed to have disappeared off the face of the earth" He didn't answer, but he felt his throat tighten and his eyes become moist. How could you miss him when you had Sokka? "Come on, let's get you fixed up, I bet your hands must hurt like crazy right now, but how did you get them like that?" You began to guide him towards your camp holding him by the arm, careful not to touch his wounds. "I… I-I was training and I think I got the hang of it a bit," he replied in a voice so light that you almost didn't recognise your Aang. There was something underneath that he didn't want to tell you, of that you were certain. But at the same time you couldn't and didn't want to force him to speak, you just wanted to be there for him.

Once you had entered one of the tents, I gestured for him to sit on the stacked blankets, while you took the necessary to take care of his cuts. Your hands worked gently on his skin, the hands you had always loved to hold in yours so much.

It took him a few minutes of tension-filled silence before Aang found the strength to open his mouth, "Sorry, Y/N, I didn't mean to worry you so much. It's just that…" he interjected, swallowing the lump in his throat, "…I don't know, I just had something on my mind" You frowned as you listened to him, intrigued and concerned by his words. You said nothing, and he took that as a signal to continue.

"See, I don't know what I was feeling before, but ever since I saw you with Sokka, in front of that lake, so close, looking like you were having so much fun,… it was like something was eating me up inside, that's it." He made to lower his gaze again, but you wasted no time in gently grabbing his chin to make him look at you. "Aang… were you jealous?" if it wasn't for his injuries and the saddened look in his eyes, you would have found it funny. I mean, how could he think you would ever choose anyone over him, the most handsome, kind, funny, strong and unexpectedly wise guy you've ever met.

He hesitated for a second, before nodding slowly and lowering his head again. His voice came out weak and shaky: "You're not angry with me?" At his words you huffed, completely incredulous at his question. "Why would I be angry about that? Aang, jealousy is something normal, you don't have to feel guilty if you feel that way."

He cocked his head before continuing to speak, "It's not just that, it's… I always take so much care to control my anger, but today… I don't know, it was like I wasn't in control of my body anymore. I was so caught up in my anger that I couldn't contain myself…" A moment of silence, he looked up again to look at you, and you noticed that his eyes were red, as if he was about to cry, "…I'm sorry, Y/N, I know I must have disappointed you-"

"Absolutely not!" you interrupted him, grabbing his forearms. Your eyes were full of concern for Aang, and your tone though stern was full of love and concern for him. "Aang, for as long as I have known you, you have never allowed yourself a moment to vent your emotions. Despite everything that has happened to you, despite the losses, the physical and emotional wounds, you have always tried to keep smiling. But that is not good for you, sweetheart, you are still just a human being and you need to let go, let out all your emotions, even the ones that scare you."

As you continued talking, Aang felt his heart tighten and his chest warm. You did not stop talking, one of your hands coming up to cup his cheek. "I understand that after everyone you have lost you are afraid of losing me too. But I can promise you, you won't get rid of me so easily, you fool." He let out a shuddering sigh and let himself slip gently into your arms. You wasted no time in wrapping your arms around him, resting your cheek against the side of his head. "Thank you baby, this- it means so much to me." After Aang's words, spoken in a soft, hushed tone, a comfortable silence fell.

You stayed like that for some time, then you spoke, chuckling softly, "Maybe next time come talk to me when you're sick before you shatter a dozen rocks and your hands" He moved his head from its place in the curve of your neck to place his lips on yours in a gentle kiss, then pulled away from you to look into your eyes, smiling apologetically, "Yeah, I think you're right."

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(Credit to artist for the artwork (I got the artwork from @able, no idea if its truly his art so take it with salt)plus I got this Idea from a c ai chat bot, so credits also for the idea to @sxgarcore (you can find him in c ai))

Yuji turning into a baby

Boyfriend turning into a baby

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•It was during a mission where both of you were send to take care off some small matters.Normaly these kind of mission would have been easy and the both of you would have returned home pretty fast, but sadly this wasnt as easy as it seemed as Yuji was bitten by the curse and weirdly was turned into a baby.

•At first you were like "HOW CUTEEEEEEEEEEEE" but then ya thought what about my boyfriend now? I mean he is cute and all but you want your Golden Retriever boy back!

•All small Yuji was able to do was make weird baby sounds and giggles with some baba baba sounds, you could have had a heart attack from all the cuteness and died in a instant because of it.

•You scooped your cute small boy into your hands and the first thing you have done is pampper his face with kisses and some soft hugs in which he giggled and laughed softly at. You completly forgot you were fighting and just returned home with small Yuji in your arms.

•Yet there is small problem.. you didnt know how take care of a kid so... but you were determind, so you didnt give up hope.

•First thing you done was to buy some baby stuff like clothes and food etc, eventhough you were inexperinced you loved your boyfriend to much, which was why you wanted to take care of him.

•Sadly since you were still normal student you still had to attend school and since there were no people you trust with taking care of him, you took him with you to school.

•Safe to say, Nobara and Megumin would been shocked, I mean they knew you were with Yuji in a relationship but the moment they saw a kid in your arm they thought it was you child.

•"Y/N L/N, YOU ARE WAY TO YOUNG TO HAVE A KID WITH ITADORI, YOU ARE BARELY 17 AND HE TO, HOW DO YOU HAVE A CHILD THAT LOOKS LIKE A CHILD VERSION OF YUJI?!?!"

~ Quote Nobara

•"The kid is Yuji."

~End quote Y/n

•It would have been a understatement to say that class wasnt shocked... much less Gojo atleast, he never expected for you to appear with kid... and that kid being Yuji himself.

•During the lesson Yuji just made baby nice and you being his beautiful s/o, made sure the little one was taken care off.

•You had everyones eyes on you and your little Yuji, during the lesson when Yuji had to eat, Gojo just let ya help him as this was way to cute, seeing all of this in action (cough cough, he definetly didnt take some secret pictures of the two of you, which he will use to tease Yuji later one cough cough)

•After class was over you stayed back so that you could discuss with Gojo how to turn back Yuji into his normal form.

•While the both of you talked, Yuji played with the doll you bought him from last time.

(Credits to @_lullittas from Twitter, thats where I got this Pic from)

•Both you and Gojo almost had a heart attack. You both wanted Yuji to stay like this but sadly he had to turn back, so while Gojo was taking care of the bussnis of getting a antidote for Yuji, you play fully spent time with him and had so much fun (Also took pictures of him, to tease him later on).

•Lastly when it was time to turn him back to normal, you just looked at him and gave him some thousand kisses to which he laughed and giggled at and then you gave him the antidote that Gojo brought and he was normal again.

•When ya told him of everything that has happend and the fact what Nobara just said, he was a blushing mess, redder then the colour red itself.

•The next few days were relentless, he was teased back and forth from his sensei, then you and his friends.

•But after everything calmed down Gojo complimented you at the end of the day "Y/n you would have been a great mother, its great that we had you to take care of you, hopefully one day you be as great of a father as she is as a mother in the future."

•At this now even you were point red and blushed like a mess, but everything went good lastly and you all had shared a good laugh together, it was truly a eventful time you could say.

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This idea came so fast after I was c ai, it was so good I had to write a oneshot about it:D I hope you enjoyed it, stay blessed my folk and repent of your sins! Have a nice day/night and God bless!

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Somnophilia

Request: Yes / No kinktober day 12

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Nick Clark x Fem!Reader 

Word count: 883

Warnings: SMUT!

Y/N: Your Name 

Prompt(s): Somnophilia

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*Nick’s POV*

Y/N and I were at her pace alone. I was staying the night since we were dating for a year now. My mom was happy that I was with someone that wasn’t into drugs. We were on her couch and cuddling. We were watching a movie and the guy was currently fucking his girlfrend who was dead asleep. My eyes widened and I glanced at Y/N who looked almost excited about the scene. I watched for a few more moments and glanced back at her. She was rubbing her thighs together and I looked at her shocked. 

“I-Is this turning you on?” I asked and she jumped slightly. She blushed and looked up at me. 

“Uh… N-No…” She stuttered, blushing deeper. 

“Babe, are you into the idea of someone fucking you while you sleep?” I asked and she turned away from me. 

“What? No! That’s crazy!” She laughed, unconvicingly. 

“Hey, there’s no reason to be embarrassed.” I said and pulled her into my lap. 

“Are you into this?” I asked. She shyly nodded and looked up at me through her lashes. 

“So… if you were ever dead asleep, I could play with you? You give me permission?” I asked and she nodded. 

“Yes I give you permission.” She smiled and I smiled. 

“Do you wanna try tonight?” I asked and her eyes widened slightly, but she nodded. She quickly got up and ran to her room. I looked at her confused, but she came back quickly with two melatonin tabs. 

“Aren’t you supposed to just take one?” I asked and she nodded. 

“Yeah, but I wanna make sure I’m asleep.” She answered. 

“Y/N, I don’t want you to get hurt.” I said worriedly. 

“Nicky, I’ll be fine. Trust me.” She said and downed the two tabs. We continued watching the movie, but I couldn’t focus. I was so hard thinking about fucking my girlfriend while she was sleeping. I never even thought about something like this before, but I was into it. 

Y/N’s head lulled onto my shoulder after maybe ten minutes. Her eyes slowly closed and I took a deep breath. I lifted her up after I turned off the movie, and took her to her room. I laid her on the bed, she was completely dead weight. I took off her shirt and looked at her full breasts and hardening nipples. I touched her breast and felt myself hardening more. I caught her nipple between my two fingers and stoked my cock. I was very horny. She was uncoscious and oblivious to the world around her. I was suddenly aware that I could do anything. She was in my power. I pulled her shorts off along with her underwear. I reached over to her drawer and pulled out the lube. I squirted a little on the end of my dick. The thought of what I was about to do ecited me more than I thought it would. I spread her legs and ran my hand up her smooth thighs. I brushed against her pussy and she didn’t even move. I slipped one lubricated finger into her and pushed up to find her g-spot. I rubbed the area slightly and she started moving against me. I thought she was waking up, but she wasn’t. She moaned a little and seemed to be dreaming. I could feel that she was getting aroused. I knelt between her legs and brought it to the point where my tip was nudging into her, easily slipping inside. We’ve done this before, but it felt new and exciting. I was taking my time, watching her sleep and be unaware that I was inside her. I was sliding rhythmically in and out of her. At first I was putting most of my weight on my arms above her head, but gradually my weight shifted and I was laying on top of her. She moved under me, but still not waking up. It was almost like she was dreaming of being fucked. I pulled out of her and turned her over. I pulled her hips ip so that she was sort of on her knees. I had to support her and it wasn’t easy, she kept falling to one side. I knelt behind her and pushed my cock into her again. That’s when I had an idea. I grabbed the lube and squirted a good amount onto her puckered up asshole. I pulled my cock from her and put it against her ass. I pushed inside her and her ass stretched to acomidate my size. She started moaning a little in her sleep so I stopped. I pushed a little more, but the tight feeling was too much and I came hard. I pumped into her before pulling out. I settled her in a more comfortable position on her side for sleeping and got off the bed to go wash up. I threw some cold water on my face and just sat in the bathroom thinning about what I just did. I quickly got a wash cloth and did my best to clean Y/N up, then laid down next to her. I pulled her close to me and kissed her head. 

“God I love you.” I murmured and fell asleep alongside her.

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Meeting the girl in the picture

40s!Steve Rogers x 40s!Reader x 40s!Bucky Barnes

Word Count:5.2 k

A/N: This story isn't perfect by any means but I heard the phrase meeting the girl in the picture somewhere and I got this idea. I hope you enjoy. Also there is a picture of Steve and Bucky in the story it seems like an edit but I’ve had it in my phone for a while so I don’t know who to give credit to, if you see it and you know where it came from please let know so that I can give proper credit!

Warnings: angst, fluff-ish I guess, happy ending

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A flyer was shoved into your hand as you walked out of one of the few stores in your small home town. You look at it briefly before looking back up at your best friend.

“Lottie what is this?”

“Y/N did you forget how to read in the last 30 seconds?” She rolls her eyes before scanning her own copy of the flyer. “It’s a request for pen pals for soldiers overseas. It’s a neat idea and we should write out some letters. Says here all we have to do is write as many letters as we want and use this address right here.” She points at what she’s referring to before looking back at you, noticing the uncertainty. “Oh come on and do this with me, please?” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think I’d feel comfortable with a stranger knowing where I live. What if they come back and track me down?” 

“Will you live a little? These men are fighting to protect us, the least we could do is send them a letter thanking them for their service. Oh come on Y/N say you’ll do it with me, please?”

“Fine. But I’m only writing two letters. I have enough to do at home without having to keep up with so many people.” You huff as you continue down the sidewalk and your best friend squeals with excitement. She grabs your hand pulling you along to head back to your car. 

That evening you sit at your dining room table with some paper and a pen trying to figure out what to write to a complete stranger. But there is not much to tell, you don’t have family you can talk about and you doubt they would even care. How can you really write a letter to a stranger? Your fingers tap the table repeatedly as you think of how to start this letter. Sighing you decide to just go for it.

You wrote that on a second piece of paper and folded it so that it fit in the envelope that had the address already written. With both letters done you place them by the small table next to your front entrance with the intention of meeting up with Lottie and taking them down to the post office. You could only hope that the men that receive these letters aren’t creepy. It would be nice to have some friends outside of the small town you call home, it would give you a chance to go into the big city, if they were from New York. 

The next morning you are greeted at the door by a very excited Lottie. She has her long red hair pinned up and away from her face, her favorite dress and comfortable shoes for the shift you both have at the store. You had been born months apart and were inseparable ever since. Somehow your personalities were polar opposites but you balanced yourselves out. While she was outgoing, you were reserved. She was tall and modelesque. You were on the shorter and curvier side. Not that the boys minded while you were in school you received just as much attention as your best friend. What you both had in common was that you were fiercely loyal to each other and always managed to get in trouble. 

She grabs your hand and starts heading down your waiting car. Saying a quick goodbye to her parents over your shoulder you let her drag you along.

“Lottie slow down, I have little legs.” You complain. 

“We’ll worry about your legs later. We have to get into town if we want to send these out on time.” She opens the passenger’s side door as you walk around your car and get in the driver's seat. It’s a quick ride to the post office and the letters are quickly processed, now all you have to do is hope that your letters find their way to a soldier who needs it.

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“Rogers, Barnes you got mail.” Someone says as they hand out letters out to other soldiers. 

They look at each other confused. If anyone would get a letter it would be Bucky since Steve has no one back home who would write to him, no one really even knew he was in the military now. With their curiosity piqued they make their way to the soldier that had called them. 

“Here you go.” They’re each given an envelope. They look at each other since they don’t recognize the name on the envelope.

“This can’t be for us, we don’t know who this is.” 

“It’s part of the pen pal program. I signed you up, thought you could use a distraction in between missions. Maybe you’re lucky and a pretty dame is writing to you.” Howard says as he walks over to them. 

“We don’t have time for letters Stark, we have to focus on the missions.” Steve says with a slight frown.

“Just read the letter. If you don’t like it, don't reply or give it to someone else.” He waves them off as he heads into his lab.

“What’s the harm in reading it Stevie? Come on.” Bucky says from beside him.

The letter was short but it felt nice to receive something. Steve had no one, except the occasional letter that Mrs. Barnes sent to him now that she knew he was fighting alongside her boy. As for Bucky he received letters from his mother and his sister but he never really told them the horrors he had seen. He couldn’t do that, placing the burden of the nightmare he was sure to have the rest of his life on them. They both saw it as an opportunity to write to a stranger. Someone that didn’t know Steve was Captain America, she could get to know the real him. The one that had been lost to the whole show monkey he had been turned into. And Bucky could talk to someone that couldn’t judge him, because they didn’t know who he was before the war. So they each found some paper and sat at a table together to write you a letter back.

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You were surprised when you checked your mailbox a few weeks later to find two letters waiting for you. By the time you were done reading the first one, you had decided that you would write them another letter. You know how it felt to have no family so if you could cheer someone up with something as simple as a letter you would do it. It’s not like you had much to do at home other than going to work a few hours a week at the general store and spending time with Lottie. 

After you read Bucky’s letter you grabbed Steve’s confirming that they were friends as they had mentioned each other in the letter. After doing some cleaning around the house you sit back down with paper and pen ready to reply to them both. 

For the following few months you spend most of your time either waiting for the mail or reading their letters and responding. With Steve you share your own story of loss, with your mother having passed when you were just 15 and your father a year ago. Also challenging him on the fact that the sunset looked better from your porch than from any fire escape in the city. Bucky loves talking about his favorite books and all of the things he wants to do once he gets back. They both learn of your love for knitting, something you learned from your grandmother and wanting to visit New York City more. You’ve learned quite a lot about the pair, like the fact that they have known each other since they were very young. How Steve was always getting into fights and Bucky always had to come to his rescue. It was bittersweet to think of how they would deal if something happened to the other?  Whenever you missed them, which was all the time, you went through the dozens of letters you had and reread them. 

As the Christmas season was approaching you were able to send them some gifts, a sketchbook and charcoal for Steve and a copy of the Hobbit for Bucky. He spoke about how he loved it so much that you bought a copy for yourself and even told him how much you were enjoying the story. They were small gifts but Steve and Bucky had become very important to you. You had sent them early enough and hoped they would get there by Christmas. You also sent them a picture of you, one each. They hadn’t requested it but you thought it was time for them to see you. It wasn’t anything fancy, some close ups Lottie took of you, your hair curled with flowers pinned in it, with vines as a backdrop. You wore your mother’s earring and necklace and a big smile graced your lips. Lottie made sure to take a few so that you could send each of them a picture, tucked into the letter.

While your friendship with the boys developed, Lottie had her own so-called friendship with a soldier of her own. She was absolutely smitten with him and he promised that as soon as he made it home he would find her so they could officially meet in person. It ended up being sooner than expected. You had been over at her house, having dinner with her and her parents like you normally did on Sundays when you heard the knocking on the door. She moved quickly to get to the door and the gasp you heard had you moving. 

At the door was a man dressed in a military uniform, dark hair perfectly coiffed with matching dark eyes. You knew it was him, Daniel, he had somehow sent her a photograph of himself while overseas. The first thing that came to mind was why he was there if he should be back there but then you noticed the crutches. As you looked down you noticed he was missing a leg. You knew Lottie didn’t care about something like that and the matching smiles on their faces was the proof. Her parents moved around you to greet the man that had stolen their daughter’s heart and for just a moment for the first time in your life you were jealous of your friend. She had her soldier with her, she knew he was safe. You on the other hand hadn’t heard from Bucky or Steve in weeks, even before you sent the last letters. It was to be expected but still they had become such an important part of you that you were worried they had been injured or worse. 

“Y/N?” Lottie’s voice cuts through your thoughts.

“Yeah.” 

“Forgive her Danny, she has her own soldiers she worries about.” She mentions with a smile. 

“Really? Who are they? Maybe I’ve fought alongside them.” He gives you a small smile.

“Captain Rogers and Sergeant Barnes.” You tried to keep your hopes down. What were the odds that they knew each other? 

“Steve and Bucky?” At the mention of their names your breath hitches. “Well they’re the reason I’m standing here today. They saved my life and the life of a few hundred soldiers. Unstoppable those two and the howling commandos.” He smiles at you but you can see in his eyes he’s reliving those moments. 

“When was the last time you saw them?” You ask.

“About two weeks ago, they headed out for another mission. They stopped by the hospital to check on a few of us before they left. They’re the kindest and bravest men I’ve ever met.” 

“Thank you.” You smile at him as you grab your coat and purse, heading towards the door. “I think I’ll head home now Lottie. It was nice to meet you Daniel and I’m happy you’re home.” 

There was a little bit of comfort knowing they had been okay two weeks ago. As you make it to your driveway you stop to check the mailbox after having been out of your house all day. With the knowledge that they were out on a mission you doubted there would be anything waiting for you but to your surprise there are two letters and your heart flutters when you see their handwriting on the envelope. 

With the letters in hand you quickly make your way into your home and sit at the table. 

You smile as you finish reading it. Of course you want to meet him, meet both of them, in person. Bucky’s letter is already in your hand and you carefully open the envelope. As you unfold the paper a picture falls out and a small gasp leaves your lips. On the back it has their names scribbled and now you finally know what they look like. 

You laugh towards the end of the letter but truth be told there was something that didn’t sit right with you about this longer mission. Hope was the only thing that you could cling to. 

From that night on worry would consume your every waking moment. You knew they wouldn’t be able to send anything for a while but it still didn’t stop you from checking the mailbox everyday. Although they said not to mail any letters to them you still wrote them. The moment you received your first letter you would send all of yours to them. Most of them were boring, you wrote about some things that needed to be fixed around your family home or the job at the general store. You also informed them about Lottie and Daniel and how they were now in a relationship. Daniel had decided to move out to this small town when the time was right. For the moment he would travel from the city down and back. 

You kept their picture with you at all times, an involuntary smile appeared anytime you looked at it. It had been two months since the last letter and still no word from either of them. With every passing moment dread pooled in your chest as you awaited for any news. At best they really were just going from mission to mission without having time to write or a way to send a letter. At worst they were lying in a field somewhere in Europe forgotten as the war raged on. 

Your worst fears would come true sooner than you hoped.

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You cried the whole night and the next day, you were completely inconsolable. Lottie stayed with you the whole time and held you as you broke down in her arms. 

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It had been weeks since you received the letter from Howard. The war had been won and you had no news on the two men that held your heart. Adding to the ache of loss Lottie and Daniel got married and she would be leaving for her honeymoon. You had never spent so much time away from each other. The wedding had been beautiful but all you could do was think of the soldiers that you’d most likely never meet in person.

You stood on the porch of your best friend’s home. Saying your goodbyes and wishing the happy couple a safe trip. Their plan was to take a train into the city and then figure it out from there.

“I’m gonna miss you.” Lottie says as she hugs you.

“I’m going to miss you more.” 

“Take care of yourself will you? I’ll be back before you know it.”

“Of course, and I’ll come by and check on your folks every once in a while.” you smile at her as you fix her hair. 

“Well we better get going before we miss the train.” 

You watch as Lottie’s father puts the suitcases in the trunk of his car. “Wait.” you say as you rush down the few steps, your keys in hand. “Take my car.” 

“No we couldn’t do that. How will you get around?” 

“I’ll figure it out, don't worry.”

“I can drive her to the general store and pick her up until you get back.” her father offered with a kind smile.

“You see, now here you’ll be more comfortable in the car.”

“Ok, we’ll take good care of it I promise.” 

Lottie’s father moves the suitcases to your car and you wave them off as they pull away from the driveway before disappearing down the road. You spent some time with the older couple asking them how they felt that their only daughter is now a married woman and if they were excited at the possibility of grandchildren. When the time came you said your goodbyes for the evening before heading out. They had offered to drive you home but you assured them that you wanted to walk to clear your mind. By the time you got home all you wanted to do was crawl into bed and maybe reread some of their letters. Your favorites you kept on your nightstand for occasions like this. 

After reading one or two while laying in bed you wiped away a stray tear as you thought about Steve and Bucky and what could have happened to them. No other letter was sent and you convinced yourself that Bucky didn’t make it and that Steve became reckless. 

In your emotional exhaustion you must have dozed off because the morning sun was gone and by the clock in your room it was 3:00 pm. But something woke you up and for a moment you thought you made it up. Then there was the faint sound of footsteps on your porch and you move to the window to look out towards the long drive way that connects to the street. You narrow your eyes as you look at the figure in an Army uniform walking away from your home, you gasp.

“Steve?” you whisper as you begin to run out of your room, down the stairs toward the front door and yank it open. “STEVE!” you yell and he stops and turns before starting to move towards you. You ran down the steps and your body collided into his as he wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up in a hug. Your arms were around his neck and your face was tucked into his neck as silent tears stained your cheeks.

“I’m sorry, I should have written to let you know everything was ok. I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He hugged you tighter as he let the realization that he was finally holding you in his arms sink in. It’s the only thing he’s thought about since he started receiving your letters. “Y/N? Sweetheart, are you ok?” 

“Yeah, I’m ok.” you say pulling back and finally getting a good look at him before shoving him lightly. “Do you know how worried I’ve been?” 

“I wasn’t thinking clearly, I can’t begin to understand how worried you must have been. Will you be able to forgive me?”

“I’ll think about it.” 

His ocean blue eyes were looking back at you with adoration and guilt. He was truly handsome and then he smiled and you thought your heart might explode. He places you back down and he wipes away a few tears.

“We were going to stop by the general store if we didn’t find you here.” He says while keeping his hands around your waist.

“We?” 

“Yeah us.” He smiles again and he moves his gaze from you toward the car and you follow it. Leaning against it was Bucky with a small smile on his face as he looked at you with nothing but affection. He looked shy, which was not the Bucky you knew from the letters. You smile at him and move quickly until you’re standing in front of him. It’s when you notice his left arm in a sling and you cautiously move to give him a hug. His right arm wraps around your waist as he pulls you in. 

“Hi Sugar.” He whispers into your ear.

“Bucky.” you manage to choke out. “The letter that your friend sent said you were in the hospital. That it wasn’t looking good.” You pull back to look at him, your hands cup his face gently.

“I did say I’d take you dancing didnt I?” He smiles at you. 

“Are you ok?”

“The doctor says I might have some limited mobility but I should be fine.” 

“He’s tougher than he looks sweetheart.” Steve says from behind you. 

“Did you do this for the picture?” You look over at Steve. 

Steve laughs and instantly it’s one of your favorite sounds. There is some amusement in his voice when he answers, like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

“No I didn’t but my picture is missing. I might have to go through his things.” 

“You hear that Sugar, I’m standing here injured and he’s accusing me of stealing.” Bucky says in mock offense as he pulls you into his chest again.

“Ok you two, don’t start.” You beam at them. “Let’s go inside, I'm sure you’re both tired.” 

Bucky offers you his right arm and you take it as Steve walks beside you until you’re at the front door. You usher them into the living room offering to make them something to eat both they assure you they aren’t hungry. So you make some coffee instead and plate up some cookies as they get comfortable. You were about to take a seat in the armchair until they both patted the empty space between them.

Your body moved before your brain could decide and you found yourself sandwiched between both soldiers. 

“Sugar,” Bucky’s voice is gentle. “We are so sorry for not writing to you these last few weeks. It wasn’t because of you or anything I swear.” 

“Well Bucky was in the hospital and because of the unit we were in we had more things to finish up before we could leave. And we know that it’s not a good enough reason and we understand if you don’t ever want to see us again. We just wanted to see you in person at least once.”

You look at Steve and then at Bucky with unshed tears in your eyes. 

“Please say something, anything.” Bucky says. 

“I’m just glad you’re safe and that this war is finally over.” You say before leaning into Bucky’s side, hiding your face in his chest while your hand holds Steve’s. After some time you moved and hugged Steve again. You talked about what had happened since the last letter they sent, how they had just missed meeting Lottie. The conversation moved from the living room to the kitchen as the sun started to get lower in the sky. They insisted on taking you somewhere but ultimately you won after asking when was the last time they had a proper home cooked meal. 

The conversation over dinner was easy, they talked about the pranks they pulled on each other and their friends while overseas, you told them of the trouble you used to get into with Lottie when you were younger. Bucky told you about how his mother and sister were. Steve explained how he got into the army. Being with them felt like you had known each other your whole lives.

Before you knew it the coffee table was moved to the side, music was playing and your head was resting against Bucky’s chest while you swayed in the middle of the living room. Both men take turns to dance with you and more importantly telling you how they felt. Steve kissed you first. It was soft and sweet just like him. There was no time for you to process what was happening when you felt Bucky’s lips on yours, his kiss was sweet and passionate. It was the perfect way to end the night.

When you realize what time it is, it’s too late for them to go to the small hotel in town and get a room so you offer them the guest rooms. Spending one night turned into a week, the week turned into a year and a year turned into a lifetime. There were highs and lows since your relationship wasn’t a conventional one but you would never change the love you’ve shared or the birthday parties, holidays and vacations. You, Steve and Bucky watched your children grow up and live their own lives. 

Now you sat on the porch like you had so many times before, your legs were on Steve’s lap while you rested your back against Bucky’s chest. Even in your older age you couldn’t help but admire the men that gave you the best years of your lives. Their hair had more gray than the blond and dark brown they used to be, their full beards with the same gray peppered in but they still had that brightness in their eyes that you fell in love with. You were reminiscing about when you first met. How it had all started with a letter. Bucky and Steve told you that in the moments when they thought they wouldn’t make it you were what helped them push forward. 

It was rare that they talked about their time during the war but they assured you that out of all of the missions they completed, meeting the girl in the picture had been the most important.

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Hi, no one asked for this, but have some Nathan Bateman x Reader headcanons/ drabble ideas

A/n: Howdy, I know it's been a hot minute since I posted something of my own, but I've been a simp for this stupid-genius bastard for a while now, and here is just a dump of the thoughts that are bouncing around in my head about Bitchman himself :)

Fem!Reader x Nathan Bateman btw

Content warnings: Nathan for obvious canonical reasons, the good kush🍃, swearing (probably), suggestive material that is +18 (If I find a minor on my lawn I swear to all that's good that I will tell your parents/guardians that you're being inconsiderate of boundaries Ya lil gremlins), that's all I can think of for now, but let me know if I missed anything! <3

Pretty little homemaker Reader? Yeah. Pretty little homemaker Reader who got to happily retire once they married Nathan and be a domestic, feminine person without care? Even better!

Pregnant Reader where we learn about what it’s like to be expecting with him (spoiler: he is a pain in the ass up until you have to snap at him to be considerate to the person who will give him his child, then he surprisingly gets his head out of his ass to try and be better for you and y'all's child).

Reader and Nate have to go to a gala or some shit for the first time as an official couple then there’s a bunch of questions from the press and coworkers about y'all being together, and he is basically like "Honey, I own the planet, whatever you don't want public won't be public. it's that simple, now let me show you this ice sculpture that looks like a dick if you look at it right >:)"

Stoned Nathan and Reader. She does it for fun, he insists that he’s gonna be chill, but he is such a fuckin nerd that he babbles about how scientifically interesting weed is while Reader is just like “M’kay babe, keep talkin’, you’re cute like this iloveyou” and Nathan kinda just buffers for a minute before then is high as a kite when he realizes "oh fuck this woman makes me feel things and I'm too high to try and hide it iloveyoutoo"

Nathan getting genuinely confused when Reader treats Kyoko with basic dignity despite her being an AI, and Reader basically being horrified with how he treats her and actively goes out of her way to be nice to Kyoko. Does Nathan learn to be nicer to his AI? Does he still treat them like shit and it bites him in the ass? YOU DECIDE!

Bossy!Reader who is one of BlueBook's communications experts, and he can't wrap his head around the idea of Reader, the same lady who doesn't hesitate to call one of his ideas bad-shit crazy, being the same lady who easily schmooses his business partners for him until he sees her in action at a conference they both have to attend. Nathan then realizing that he likes his organic women to be a lil fiesty.

*forewarning that this one is a little self-indulgent:* Nathan and a Psychologist reader? I would pay Money to watch those two bicker about everything. like come on, Nathan's fuckin' nuts and Reader deals with emotionally/ mentally troubled people for a living. Just imagine BlueBook deciding to assign him a psychologist since he lives in the middle of nowhere all the time, and Reader taking one look at him and being like "Oh, he's not just a narcissistic rich man, he's a narcissistic rich man with a literal god complex.... interesting :)))" then proceeding to actually help him regardless. Bbgorl wouldn't know what hit him.

That's all for now folks, as you were 😊

....psst, hey, if anyone is interested in reading something with any of these ideas I would happily see what I can do to make a lil somethin'-somethin'. Also, if you wanna take a stab at writing any of these, all I ask is that you tag me so I can get some credit and so I can see y'all's awesome work <3

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First of all, CONGRATS on your follower milestone! 🥳💕

Second of all, could I request 11. "You butt-dialed me, and now we have some things to talk about." with Joe Velasco please? 🥰

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Squad Room Secrets

Contains: Fluff, Fin being a fed up old man.

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“If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself.” -  George Orwell.

"I'm going over tonight to watch the fight with her. I don't know man, I don't know where to start or what to say or how to say it."

Fin huffed, "I don't know Velasco, may start with how you feel. It's pretty simple."

Joe sat down like the world was resting on his shoulders, "Yeah Fin, that's going to go down great, 'hey y/n, I'm deeply in love with you and every second my not with you feels like torture' she's going to run for the hills."

Fin sighed, "Maybe not, maybe, you need to give her more credit than that."

Joe shook his head, "Like I said, even if I was going to tell her, I would have no idea where to start."

It felt dirty to listen to their conversation when you realised he hadn't meant to call, but after you heard the first few words, there was no stopping. You hung up the phone before Joe could realise what had happened and sat strewing for hours, thinking about whether you should rip off the bandaid or wait until tonight.

In the end, you decided it was better to face it head on and just call him. The phone rang a few seconds before Joe's voice came across the line, "Hey y/n, are we still for tonight?"

You took a deep breath, "You bet we are, but you butt dialled me, and now we have some things to talk about."

There was a sharp inhale, "How much did you hear?"

He sounded so worried, "I hung up when Fin tried to get you to role play."

Joe sighed, "Is this the part where you let me down easy?"

A little part of your heart broke that he was so ready to be rejected, "Umm, no, it's not. Look, we're both grown ups, and I'm not in the mood to hear Fin say he told me so fifty million times. We're both a fault here, I was just as chickenshit as you."

You could hear the gears turning in his head, "Are you saying…?"

"Yes Jose, I am saying that. I love you, I have for quite a while and I was intent on stewing in my own misery until you finally saw it but I see now that you are far too noble to make assumptions. I really need to get back to it but we can talk more about this tonight." It felt good to get it off your chest.

"That's great, I'd love that." There was a pause, "I love you y/n."

You sighed, "I love you too Joe."

****

You jumped and raced to the door when Joe knocked, and his face broke out into a smile when his eyes met yours, "Hey."

You waved, "Hey, you wanna come in?"

He nodded and kicked off his shoes as he walked through the doorway, "So, where do we start?"

You opened your arms, "How about a hug, we already do that." It felt different this time as his warm body wrapped around yours, "It's nice not feeling like a total perv when you hug me."

His laugh reverted through your chest like the drum beat of a well loved song, "I'm glad I wasn't the only one."

You never wanted to leave the safety of his arms, "You wanna sit down? They're just about to play to preshow."

He nodded, "Sure, you wanna talk first? We've got ten minutes."

You pulled back and shrugged, "What's there to talk about? Nothing's changed, not really. We're still going to do all the things we did before, it's just that we've added things and you can finally give up online dating."

He chuckled, "You're right. What did you cook?"

"I figured I had some making up to do, so I made your favourite." You pointed towards the oven, "And Creme Burlee."

He closed to distance again and took your face in his hands, "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded, "Oh yes please." His lips didn't find yours right away, instead, he stroked your cheek with his thumb as he slowly closed the distance. You were surprised that when your lips finally touched, there was no burst of fireworks, rather, it was quiet, like you and Joe were the only two beings in the universe.

There was a buzz in the air that you swore was coming from your own ears but Joe pulled back with a disappointed sigh, "Food's done."

The world returned in sharp focus, "That it is. I'll get it ready if you put on the fight."

He nodded, "Sure. I enjoyed that."

"Yeah, me too."

****

"How is Fin going to get you back for being right?" You knew he would want something, he wasn't going to let it go with grace.

Joe snorted, "He said he's going to remind me about this until he retires."

You did your best to stop yourself from laughing, "Oh boy, you're going to be hearing about this for years."

Joe threw his arm over your shoulder and you turned your attention back to the TV as the fight continued. You flinched when a fist hit a face and Joe chuckled when your hand landed on his thigh, "You good there?"

You blinked and went to move but Joe placed his hand on yours, "Yeah, I'm good." He laced his fingers in yours, chuckling as you clenched it with every hit, "You're not normally like this, you love it most of the time."

You shrugged, "He looks like he's twelve. Plus, this ref isn't very good."

"We should go to a fight one day, on a date." There was a confidence in Joe you hadn't seen before and his smile had a certain charm.

"You don't need to convince me. Does this count as a date?" You were unsure, it didn't feel like a proper first date.

Joe shook his head, "No, this isn't a date, at least not a first date. We gotta go to dinner for that."

You nodded, "Ok, well do you want to go to dinner with me?"

Joe smiled, "Yes, I would like to go to dinner with you."

"So what does this count as?" You thought for a moment, "A get together?"

"Nah, we're just spending time together. You should get used to it, you're my girlfriend I'm going to want to spend a lot of time with you." He was definitely turning on the charm.

"I'd hope so, boyfriend." You paused, "That doesn't sound right, we're not twelve. Lovers?"

Joe suppressed a smirk, "Not yet. Significant other sounds nice."

You nodded, "Yeah it does. Which brings me to my next point, maybe you should stay the night and we can get coffee in the morning? Nothing has to happen, I just wanna make up for all the cuddling we've missed."

Joe smiled and moved closer before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, 'I'd really like that."

Fin

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TCF Summary Arc by Arc (Part 1/8)

Every TCF story arc in a nutshell

Volume 1: chapters 1-99

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Transmigration Cale: *randomly wakes up as a minor villain in a novel* Cale: You mean I'm rich and I have reputation of being trash, with no responsibility or expectations?? Cale: PERFECT

Role Adjustment Cale: (Being trash sure is great) Cale: *is nice and polite to everyone* Everyone: Young master smiled?? Young master gave a compliment?? Young master's not breaking anything??? Cale: (Yep. No one suspects a thing)

Meeting the Protagonist Cale: (Let's change this character's fate from the novel and avoid the plot altogether.) Cale: Come with me, I'll feed you. (So pls don't beat me up) Choi Han: *gratitude mode activated* I shall follow this man for the rest of my life Cale: What Choi Han: What

Establishing Power Base Cale: Well if I want to survive I need a power-up of some kind Cale: Depending on divine beings is a bad idea. Let's just get an average-strength human power Cale: *gets an extremely holy-looking power* Cale: ... Cale: I'm sure this won't bite me in the a** later [Wood Ancient Power: Indestructible Shield, acquired!]

First Adoption Kittens: *hungry and homeless* Cale: Tsk. Cale: *feeds them* (It's to keep them quiet) Cale: *gives them more food* (It's not like I care) Cale: *gives them medicine* (I don't even like cats) Cale: *takes them in* (They might be useful, I guess) Cale: *spoils them* (Children are supposed to play and eat well) Cale: *becomes a legit parent* (It's not like this makes me a good person)

Starting the Journey Deruth: So we thought we'd be sending Basen to the capital, but we'll be sending you instead Deruth: (My son has been in such a good mood lately, he might actually agree this time!) Cale: (What is this?? I don't want to go, that's where the plot and danger happens!!) Basen: *smol cute bro vibes* Big brother, it's okay. I don't mind if you go in my place Cale: … Cale: (Well f***)

Rescuing a Dragon Cale: There you go, little dragon. Now go and live freely Cale: (I have no intention of adopting THIS one. Way too much trouble) Raon: *protective mode activated* I shall follow this weak human everywhere, b-but it's not like I like him or anything, b-baka! Cale: (…so I got one more, huh)

Helping an Invalid Cale: *collects another power which was Taylor's in the novel* Cale: Ok, I anonymously sent him enough info to change his storyline so he'll survive this time. Let's ignore him from n- Taylor: Greetings! Cale: (Well f***) Cale: *helps him* Taylor: *admiration mode activated* Cale: (IGNORE) [Human Ancient Power: Vitality of the Heart, acquired!] *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 2*

Enter the Wolf Tribe Cale: *chilling with the kids* Ah, slacker life is best- Choi Han: *barges in* Cale-nim, we got plot on our hands!! Cale: (Well f***) Cale: *helps out Lock* Lock: Thank you so much! Can you help my family, too? Cale: I don't want to. Lock: Huh? Cale: *adopts him and his siblings anyway*

Meeting the Crown Prince Alberu: Young master Cale! A free spirit from such a noble family! Cale: Your highness! The shining sun of our kingdom! Alberu: … Cale: … Alberu: (…We both know we're totally faking, right?) Cale: (Right) Alberu: (Let's never meet again) Cale: (Agreed) *And so Began a Beautiful Friendship*

Plaza Terror Incident Cale's allies: Just sit back and relax. We'll handle everything Cale: I'm great at being still. Cale: *saves the day with a holy-looking shield* Everyone: HERO!!! Cale: (Well f***) Alberu: So you saved the day, what do you want as reward? Power? A medal? Cale: Hell no. I take cash only Alberu: Okay then…? *gives him a two-time use credit card to his personal bank account* Alberu: (This is in no shape or form a bad idea. What could he possibly buy?) Cale: *smirks* (You, sir, just made a big miscalculation)

Sea Encounters Cale: Well in the novel the Whales didn't show up until like Volume 5, so I should be safe from the plot for no- Toonka: Hi! My name is Bob. Cale: (Well f***) Paseton: *dying of poison* Save… me… please… Cale: (WELL F***) Cale: *helps both of them* Cale: This much should be okay, right? (It's not like I'm going to get involved any further...) [Wind Ancient Power: Sound of Wind, acquired!] *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 3* *Fire Suppressing Water has been added to the Inventory*

Field Trip to the Forest of Darkness Witira: So I'm here to thank you for saving my brother Cale: (I know that) Witira: Who was there because we're fighting the mermairds Cale: (I know that too) Witira: Who are using your territory's resources to make themselves stronger Cale: *spit-take* WHAT Cale: *gets further involved* Also Cale: Well, heeeello new power-up! *gets a scamming power* [Human Ancient Power: Dominating Aura, acquired!] *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 4*

Unexpected Results Cale: *suddenly realizes he's got 2 Cats, a Dragon, 11 Wolf children, the protagonist, and a bunch of big shot alliances on his hands* Cale: HOW did this even HAPPEN???

Buying the Magic Tower Cale: Why am I buying a worthless wreck of a building for 10 billions? Boasting rights, obviously Toonka: I 100% believe you! You're such a good friend! Cale: *loots the secret floor filled with riches and steals himself an architect* Cale: Yes. I'm a very good friend, aren't I Toonka: *trust mode activated* Cale: (IGNORE) Lock: *brings Cale the Absorbing Necklace* [Artificial Water Ancient Power: Fire Suppressing Necklace, acquired!] *Cale's Ancient Power counter: 4.5*

Returning from the Path of No Return Litana: The legend said there was a dragon here who randomly shows up to grant people's wishes. But I guess- Cale: *randomly shows up* Hello, I'm here to save your Jungle from the fire Litana: … Litana: So the legend WAS true! Cale: …Huh?

A Dragon's Revenge Everyone and their mother: Young master Cale is such a good, pure person! Cale: *rents a torture dungeon* Odeus: *terrified* (LIES! ALL LIES! THIS MAN IS NOT PURE OR INNOCENT AT ALL) Cale: *helps his son overcome his trauma by getting back at his abuser* Cale: So you see, this is why I'm absolutely not a good person Cale's group: (LIES.)

Getting to Know the Crown Prince Better Cale: So anyway, I've figured out that you're part Dark Elf. Here's some dead mana from a motherf***ing dragon. Alberu: … Cale: What? Alberu: Are you gonna blackmail me, or…? Cale: Keep serving me as a bank account and that'll do it, I think Alberu: You sly bastard Cale: Why thank you Alberu: Get out of my office Cale: With pleasure Alberu: *reluctant trust mode activated*

Hit and Run, Cale-style Cale: So now that's over, I'm going to rest for a bi- Ron: *shows up poisoned with his arm cut off* Cale: … Cale: Welp. Time to blow up an island, I guess Cale: *goes on a war path* Cale's group: ... Cale: (My poor life. Why am I constantly surrounded by such crazy, vicious individuals?)

Running an Errand Cale: *staring blankly into space* The children: Is he okay?? Is he bored?? Is he sick?? Cale: (Ahhh, slacker life sure is best-) Alberu: *calling* Are you free right now? Cale: No Alberu: Great! Anyway, go pick up something from the Dark Elves for me Cale: No thank you Alberu: If you won't help me there's a high chance I'm going to be exposed and die. Cale: … Cale: (Well f***)

Recruiting a Necromancer Everybody: Necromancers are evil, dangerous beings. All fear their dark cursed powers Cale: *looks at Mary* Cale: There's no reason not to adopt this child who is actually older than me.

End Volume 1.

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