#now i'm back in my room and ready to binge be my favorite

[yohankang]

i'm starting to like summer ngl

[ferrstappen]

max the extra wag l Max Verstappen

a/n: this is so bad im sorry but it just came to my mind! I hope to post the second part of the Lando break up series tomorrow, hopefully after he gets on the podium!!!!

pairing: Max Verstappen x female reader

genre: fluff

FIND THE REST OF MAX THE WAG SERIES HERE

summary: you can't keep up with all the drama outside the track, but your boyfriend keeps you updated.

It's not like you didn't check social media or that your algorithm didn't show you edits of your boyfriend driving, trauma dumping, looking cute and hot as always, but after a couple of weeks being exploited as an intern, you didn't really have the time to keep up with the usual gossip from Max's work.

Monaco GP, 2023

It was great to be home. The best of the Monaco Grand Prix was that you could sleep on your own bed, you and Max could walk back home hand in hand, stopping to buy things you may need: sweets to fill your purse to binge while sitting on the garage, the special herbal blend Max liked to have before going to bed, condoms because the last box was almost empty.

Adored and precious routine. almost.

You had to admit Monaco made you a little more nervous, not only because of the narrow streets, but a lot of important, well-known people were all over the place, and Max was the center of it all. Even after years of relationship, you still felt nervous when he looked at your with glowing eyes.

This is my girlfriend, (y/n). She has this great internship because she's the best of her class. I'm sure you've met before.

When all that was over, you chatted a bit with known photographers from the paddock, and right when you were speaking to one of them, you noticed the special white and red look of Charles Leclerc, walking hand in hand with a girl.

It didn't catch your attention immediately, but when you were back home, comfortably sitting on your bed reading an article for work while Max viewed the photographs of the day, the image sneaked in your thoughts.

"You didn't tell me about Charles and Charlotte!" you released the statement a bit harsher than expected, Max's eyebrows furrowing.

"Tell you what?" Max was confused and his face showed it, it was funny.

"Charles Leclerc? Charlotte Siné? Sounds familiar?" you said playfully rolling your eyes.

"I know who they are, schat, but I don't know the thing I was supposed to tell you about? They broke up months ago, they even announced it on instagram, although it was completely unnecessary if you ask me," The last sentence painted a smile on your face, recognizing the change of the tone of his voice, posture and facial expressions, he was ready to gossip.

"But I saw them walking together today! They were walking towards the Ferrari garage, they were holding hands and everything!"

Right in that moment, you observed how his expression changed before realizing a chuckle, his loud and gorgeous laugh that instantly made your insides flutter because it came from his stomach, his lungs; the purest laugh, your favorite.

"She is his new girlfriend, babe," Max told you and your jaw dropped. "Checo said the same thing to me and Daniel when they walked in together for the first time, Checo was sure it was Charlotte until Charles introduced us before the press conference," Now he was in full gossip mode: sitting straighter, phone left behind, blue eyes open wide.

"I'm speechless," you told him, repeating what you saw in the morning over and over again, but your feelings suddenly deviated from surprise to betrayal, playfully hitting Max's thigh. "Honey, why didn't you tell me that sooner?!"

Barcelona GP, 2023

Today you entered the paddock alone, coming straight from the hotel room after landing just an hour ago. You were sad to miss Friday, but your boss said it was vital for you to be in the office on Friday, insisting the meetings couldn't be held on Zoom.

You knew it was because he's a Mercedes fan and hoped Max would be distracted without having you there.

As if. your presence wasn't very vital during the weekend and you were well aware of it.

Admiring the amount of fans cheering for their favorite drivers, a sea of red Ferrari merchandising and flags, you walked by the Ferrari garage to greet Carlos, letting him know you (and Max) were cheering for him to get P2.

P1 belonged to your boyfriend, always.

Quickly scanning the drivers lounge you noticed the Sainz family, very close to each other, Carlos Sainz Sr. listening to everything the engineers were saying about his son's strategy and car.

But something was missing, and it was easy to notice because every friend and family of Carlos was there.

With that idea roaming, you reached your destination, grabbing a sugar free Red Bull before finding your boyfriend with his suit hanging from his hips, tightly hugging him from his waist while carefully extending your neck to meet his lips.

Max was required to stay longer on the track, Christian letting him know they added a meeting to discuss strategy because of the changing wether.

This left you with almost an hour to kill; your head resting on his thighs as he carefully juggling.

"Max, have you heard anything from the party last week? after the gp?" this got Max's attention, already knowing you had a piece of information.

"I know Lando almost hooked up with a girl from Latin America, from Chile I think? but nothing happened because his brother was staying on his flat. Charles and... ex girlfriend 2.0? made it official. Checo didn't go anywhere because last year still haunts him..." Max was mentally remembering every piece of information he'd heard during the week. "Oh, and I think Carlos was with a girl that wasn't his girlfriend? Christian said they didn't do anything, but Max Fewtrell said they left together,"

"Interesting because you know who's not in the Ferrari garage? at his home race? Isa," You told Max, which caused him to drop the colorful balls he was juggling.

"No! So it's true? he cheated?" He whisper shouted.

"Maybe they've been broken up for some time, now that I think about it I haven't seen her since testing?"

Neither Max nor you heard when someone walked in, calling for Max. Because now Max's head was resting on your legs as your fingers caressed his hair, his hands moving around as he came up with a possible theory, tying loose ends and trying to remember anything he'd heard.

The subject was forgotten once you arrived to the hotel room; lights off, eyes almost closing, but Max gasped when he remembered something Alonso mentioned during a press conference, apparently after hearing Lance talking with Esteban.

"Lance said Esteban and his girlfriend are over, do you think it's true?" Max asked you, and this brought up another thing.

"Did you hear anything about Lance cheating or whatever at his sister's wedding?" now you asked him, bodies coming closer to each other.

Now sleep was long forgotten and the only important thing was the gossipy whispers, the loud giggle leaving Max's lips when something sounded too ridiculous, and the security of knowing you'd never be the subject of those rumors.

[a66-1]

I am in desperate need of some Simon fluff. My French professor is just about THE worst person I've ever encountered in my life and has entirely put me off wanting to learn a language at all. I'd appreciate it more than you can imagine 🙏🏻

Get that French teacher over here, I have a few words for them 😈😈

I'm so sorry. As my condolences here's some Simon fluff because your teachers suck in this universe

Sickenly sweet! Simon x Absolutely done with class! Reader

"Love? What's with.. The face?" Simon had peaked his head around your door, frowning when he saw such a look of discontentment written all over yours.

You turned your head, daggers ready to be thrown at anyone around you, but Simon's face made it impossible for you to do anything other than drop your resolve and tell him everything. Would you sound whiny for getting upset over a teacher? It's so elementary.

"There's.. No face, I'm just tired." you threw out an excuse, making yourself busy by digging through your bag, searching for that work that's due on Tuesdays lecture, fuck!

"You look minutes away from either A) crying or B) ending the life of someone." Simon snorted, walking into your room. Your desk had all of your French work and textbooks you have, but you can't seem to pick anything up anymore, because of that fucking professeur making learning your least favorite thing in his class.

You scowl, pulling out the work from the last lecture, "I'm.. Stressed, Simon, do you have to dig and nag right now?"

Simon looks up from your desk, before approaching you, his hand sliding into your hair. You leaned instantly, looking up at him. He smiled softly, before dropping to a kneel in front of you. "Of course I do. I can make it all better," he kissed your palm he stole from holding your work.

You smiled wearily, "lovey, I love you but I'm still busy-"

"Busy with what? Trying to learn when your all spent from class? I know how you speak of that professor." He moved your book bag away, hooking his arms around your waist, standing with you. You yelp slightly, hitting his shoulder.

"Put me down, Si-" You counter, and his softly kissed your face until you stopped asking to go back to your work. He brought you to watch the show you guys have been binge watching.

"Once you're all calmed down, you think you could go back to the work to learn?" He mumbled in you ear. You nodded.

"I'll try. Can you sit with me? I know you can't help, but.." Simon nodded anyway, and you snuggled closer.

If you were forced to learn with this man with you, you think you'd learn anything quickly.

Sgsshsshsh phone writing, of mistakes, L me bc I'm not proofreading.

Ilysm! I hope that professor finds me 😈

-a661

[ripdragonbeans]

A Night Out

Happy late birthday to @lovelykhaleesiii!!! I had so much fun writing this and whew writing smut still gets me lol

Modern Aegon x femreader

Summary: Aegon takes your birthday very seriously

WARNINGS/MINORS DNI: smut, oral (f and m receiving), daddy kink, slight hair pulling, creampie, p i v, doggy style, thigh riding, semi-public sex

"Hey, Aeg, I'm home!" You called out as you stepped inside your apartment. "Babe?"

After the on and off dating in high school and then finally coming to the conclusion of commiting to a serious relationship, you and Aegon moved in together after graduating college, proving to each other that, yes, this is something we both want. Every time you came home, Aegon was almost always there with something for the both of you, whether that be food (take out or attempted cooking), a movie, a TV series to binge, or a well needed fuck. For previous birthdays he always went above and beyond. When you asked him why he did all of this Aegon simply replied that you deserve the best and that you bring out the best in him. 

So entering the apartment with no one to greet you was slightly concerning at the least. At the most it was absolutely terrifying.

"Aegon?" You paced around the apartment popping your head through every room, even every cabinet. After that time when he decided to prank you by popping out of the cabinet under the sink you've checked there ever since. 

When you couldn't find him, you sat on the couch as stiff as a board. You pulled out your phone, ready to call him, when his name popped up. You answered it immediately.

"Aegon, where are you? I-"

He cut you off, "I'm fine, babe, I promise." He chuckled before speaking again, "You, however, need to change into that dress that I laid out on your bed and get ready for a night out."

"I just spent the last ten minutes searching for you and you tell me to put on a dress?"

"Yes, kitten." You could hear his grin. "Trust me on this, please? I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'm all yours tonight."

You sighed. "Okay, Aeg. Where do you want me to meet you?"

"When you're done just walk out the door and I'll be there."

"Wow, that's not stalkerish at all," a smile graced your face as annoyance and worry faded to the back."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your big stalker. And now your stalker is telling you to get ready. Love you, babe!" He hung up without letting you respond.

You laughed to yourself as you put your phone down and headed towards your room. When looking for Aegon you failed to notice the beautiful deep green dress laying on your bed. Not wanting to waste anymore time, you stripped out of your work clothes and went to put on the dress when a pair of black lacey bra and panty caught you eye. Smiling to yourself, you quickly did your hair and makeup before donning it and the dress. Of course, Aegon got the size right so the mini dress hugged every curve. You paired it with your favorite black boots, completing the look. 

As you stepped out of the apartment you spotted Aegon holding a bouquet of flowers. He grinned at you and bowed.

"My lady, you are stunning this evening." He straightened up and lifted the flowers as he said, "I'll run these in real quick."

 He kissed your cheek before darting inside to drop them off. When he came back out he took your hand and kissed it. 

"Are you ready for a night dedicated to you, kitten?" He winked.

"Yes, let's go," you grinned.

Aegon pulled you into a kiss. It was soft and loving but you couldn't help but to deepen it. You pulled at his shirt, desperate to be even closer to him. Aegon smiled against you and slowly pulled away. You frowned at the loss of contact but he just chuckled and ran a thumb across your cheek.

"Later, I promise we can do whatever you want later. Right now, though, we have a dinner to go to and then a little club to hit up."

Aegon treated you to a beautiful dinner at Dragonstone. Of course, he paid for everything. He was adamant that you would not open your wallet. All the while he doted on you and you gracefully accepted all the praise. As the dinner went on you two started losing the fancy decorum and picked up your natural goofiness. At first it was a few dirty jokes from Aegon but it soon escalated to catapulting food at each other. It wasn't until a very posh couple seated next to you coughed loudly and gave a death glare that you left and headed for the club.

The two of you spend a good four hours at the bar having the best time. Aegon pampered you with drinks and pulled you out onto the dance floor between rounds of alcohol. You'd sway your hips to the music and let Aegon pull you closer to him. By the end of the night you were basically grinding on him. You could feel him against your lower back and you knew it was time to go home. 

He lowered his head, his lips brushing your ear as he whispered, "Let's go home, kitten. It's time for the rest of your birthday gift." He pressed a hot kiss to your throat and marked you with a bite before all but dragging you out.

As soon as you got out of the doors you wasted no time pulling Aegon to the side of the club, pressing yourself between him and the wall. His hands immediately went to grip your waist tight and yours went to his neck to pull him down for a kiss. When you were grinding on him in the club you could feel yourself getting wet. You didn't want to wait to get home, you wanted him now. Aegon, however, pulled away before you could deepen the kiss. You chased his lips but his hand caught your chin before you could go any further.

Aegon chuckled. "Aww, my little kitten is impatient. Maybe we won't finish the night like I planned," he taunted.

"No, please, Aegon," you whined.

"Don't worry, we'll get there soon enough." He slowly ran his hand up the side of your body and stopped at the side of your chest. "Or we can do a little more here. What do you think?"

"Yes, Aegon."

"That's not my name tonight, kitten. It may be your birthday but you know what you have to call me."

You swallowed a gulp of air. "Yes, Daddy."

"Good girl." He brushed his fingers across your chest. "Fuck, have I turned you on already, kitten? It seems that your tits want my attention."

You could only whine in response. He was barely touching you but it drove you crazy. Arching your back into his touch you tried to move his hands to where you craved. Aegon finally gave in and circled your now hardened nipples over your dress. The hand that was holding your chin slid down to cup your ass. He slapped it before soothing it in loving circles while still playing with your tits. You dipped your head into the crook of his neck, feeling the tightening of the coil in your gut. 

Aegon pried open your legs with his knee. "Ride my thigh, kitten, you know you want to."

All it took was that one command to get you to rut against him. The feeling of his jeans rubbing against your barely clothed core drove you wild. You could feel yourself dripping.

"Look at you, making a mess on me," he smiled at the spot on his thigh. "Does my little kitten want to cum?"

"Yes, please, Daddy," you whined.

Your eyes shut as your grinding sped up. Aegon kissed and bit your neck while he continued to play with your nipples. You could feel it. Your release was coming soon and he knew it as well.

"Cum for me."

The command and the last pinch of your hardened bud threw you over to your orgasm. You exploded in pleasure and soaked Aegon's jeans in the process. He hugged you tight as you came down from your high.

"You did such a good job, kitten," he praised. "Are you ready for more?" He gave you a mischievous look.

You immediately went back to your submissive state. "Yes, Daddy." You looked up at him with big doe eyes.

"Well, let's go." Aegon pressed a kiss against your forehead before you two headed home.

Unlike the outside of the club you let Aegon take the lead. He gently held your hand as the two of you made your way to the bedroom. As he sat you down on the bed he pressed kisses over your face and praised you for how good you were.

"I can't wait to pamper you more," he whispered. 

One by one he took off each article of clothing he was wearing. His cock was hardening again and you wanted more. You couldn't help but reach out to him and grasp it. Aegon let out a ragged breath as you slowly started to work him up to full hardness. He looked so beautiful like this, his eyes locked on yours and his chest picking up speed. He bit back a moan when you brushed the weeping head with your thumb.

"It may be my birthday but that doesn't mean you don't get a present, too." 

You let go of his cock and stripped down for him as slowly as possible. Once you were bare before him you kneeled down in front of him and took his cock in your hand again. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and gave him an innocent smile before giving the head a little lick.

"Fuck, kitten. I'm supposed to -" his words were cut off by a groan as you took all of him into your mouth.

Having him in your mouth was its own kind of heaven. You ran your tongue across the vein before bobbing your head. But it wasn't enough for you. Grabbing his thighs you made him fuck your mouth. 

Aegon's hands pulled your hair out of your face. "Such a good - fuck - kitten for me. So pretty - shit - with my cock in her mouth."

He was hitting the back of your throat but you refused to stop. The saltiness of his precum made you moan, sending vibrations up his cock. His hands tightened in your hair and you knew he was close. You were excited to have him spill in your mouth but he pulled you off before he could finish.

Aegon kneeled down to kiss you before pulling you up and shoving you onto the bed. As he crawled over you he made sure to brush your inner thighs, so close to where you wanted, before attacking you with a deep kiss. His hand brushed over your hardened nipples causing you to gasp. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue in. Just like the rest of him, he tastes like heaven. Aegon eventually pulled away to whisper in your ear.

"If I'm gonna cum tonight it's gonna be inside your pussy. Yes, kitten?"

"Yes, Daddy." You moaned as he nipped at your ear lobe.

"Good girl. But first I need to prepare you. Not that you need it, but I want to taste you. I want you to cum on my tongue before you cum on my cock. Do you understand?"

"I understand, Daddy," you breathed out as you closed your eyes.

Aegon slowly made his way down your body, making sure to run a feather light touch over everything. He nestled his face between your legs and looked up at you.

"Open your eyes, my dear. I want you to watch me devour you."

You barely opened your eyes when he pressed an open mouth kiss to your core. He deepened the kiss and probed your center with his tongue. You slammed a hand over your mouth to stifle the moans leaving your body. As soon as you did, though, Aegon pulled away.

"No need for that, kitten. I want to hear every sound you make, you deserve it." He immediately went back to fucking you with his tongue.

You followed his instructions and let out every sound. With every sound he seemed to fuck you even more. Aegon took his tongue out to concentrate on your most sensitive bud. He sucked and teased your clit as he dragged a hand down your body and to your core. You could feel him tease you with the tip of his fingers. Wanting more, needing more, you bucked your hips up in hopes to get him to fuck you. But as soon as you did, Aegon removed himself. 

"No, no, kitten. I said you were going to cum on my tongue, not my fingers." He licked a stripe up your center. "Are you going to be a good girl and listen?"

You whined and nodded your head.

"I have to hear it, babe. Tell me you want to cum by my mouth only."

"I need to cum on your tongue, please Daddy. I'm so close." Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. You were desperate for relief.

Aegon wasted no time diving back in. He fucked you with his tongue while one hand toyed with your clit and the other pumped his cock. Your wanton cries filled the room as you bucked your hips again. The coil in your stomach was tightening again. You screamed his name as intense pleasure rocked your body. Everything was so sensitive yet you wanted more.

Aegon gave you no time to recover as he quickly moved up on top of you and sheathing himself to the hilt. You cried his name again as he pulled himself in and out. 

"It's so much, Daddy," you babbled.

"You can give me one more, I know you can," he grunted. He pulled out and rolled you to your stomach. "On your hands and knees, baby. You're doing such a good job for Daddy."

All you could was whimper in response. Aegon slid back inside you and fucked you hard. He ran a hand over your ass before slapping it and leaving a mark. "Fucking love this ass. Love fucking you. You take me so well. I can feel you clenching, kitten. Are you gonna cum?"

You tried your best to respond but you couldn't. 

"Looks like I fucked my kitten dumb." Aegon grabbed you ass and fucked you even harder. "Let go. Soak my cock."

You clenched tight around him, almost pushing him out, but he rode out the orgasm with you. Absolute earth shattering pleasure rocked your body as he spilled himself inside you. 

You both collapsed on the bed breathing hard. Even then he was nestled inside of you. Aegon pressed a kiss to the back of your head before getting up. The loss of him inside you made you feel empty but you were too tired to really notice it.

Aegon came back with a wet towel and gently rolled you over. He ran the towel over you and made sure to be gentle. You flinched when he ran it over your core but he was quick to soothe you. 

Once he cleaned you up he put away the rag and climbed back into bed. He wrapped his arms around you and held you tight. You cuddled into him and let out a deep breath.

"Thank you for the birthday gift, babe," you whispered.

"Of course, anything for you, my dear. I love you so much."

"I love you too, Aeg." 

You pressed a kiss to his chest before falling into a deep slumber.

[onskepa]

Can you do like reader shows the sully kids stranger things?

Hi! So fair warning, stranger things surprisingly did not catch my attention. So, a heads up if this is a bit short, I did my best to understand it. Enjoy!!

pt2

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Vopey

In the human outpost, the sully kids were hanging out with their friend, Vopey. Yesterday, Vopey said she has something special to show them. So that is where they are.

In the large "screen" room, what was once a conference room turned into a movie room. The sully kids, including spider, sat in their usual spots as Vopey holds two boxes.

"so what is it that you want to show us?" spider asks. Holding a thin little flat box, vopey replies. "Well my friendly spider, this is the whole collection of a old old oooooooold show! like, a hundred year old show!"

"naaaaaamed?" kiri dragged the word.

Vopey holds the flat box on top of her head likes it some holy relic. "STRANGER THINGS!!". The kids did their 'ooohs' and 'aaaahs' there interest now piqued.

"what is it about?" lo'ak asks rather excitedly, his tail reflecting how he feels. Vopey smiles, "I have no idea, but! from what norm told me, my parents called me vopey because it got something to do with this show. They were obsessed with this show. But! Now that I am old enough, I can watch it with you guys!".

Tuk raises her little hand up, "am I old enough to watch it?". Vopey reads the back of the flat box, "says rated tv-14, dunno what that means but I guess it doesn't matter" she shrugs.

"how many seasons does it have?" neteyam asks. Again Vopey shrugs, "I dunno, but guess we will binge until there is no more, now whose ready to watch whatever this is!?". Everyone cheered in excitement and began to play the round shiny metal thing.

"huh....I actually like it..." kiri mutters when the overall 80's style of the town came to view. The music, the clothes, cars, people, was truly different. And to think it was more a hundred years of human evolution. That part truly fascinated her.

Spider took notes of how the men's hair styles as were shown on screen. "I weirdly want to try out the hair styles......".

"WHAAAAAAAAAAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!" lo'ak freaks out when the Demogorgon made an appearance. Tuk was hiding behind neteyam while he himself was trying his best not to freak out.

"why does it open its head like that?!" spider shouts/asks.

"is it even a head!?" kiri does the same.

Vopey was looking at her friends with a raised eyebrow. Do they forget they share a planet with the slingers? The stingbats? Those are worse than the demogorgon.

"so the bald girl can do things....and somehow be connected to the other world...?" neteyam is trying to understand when the character, eleven, was moving things with her mind.

Spider nudges kiri with his elbow as he grins, "reminds me of you kiri". Kiri just rolls her eyes and pushes spider playfully and continues to watch the show.

"that steve guy is annoying!" tuk pouted whenever Steve Harrington was on screen. Lo'ak nods in agreement, "total....what's that word again vopey?" he turns to her. Vopey answers happily, "a douchbag!" .

"DOUCHBAG!" tuk replies loudly.

Vopey gets the feeling she is going to regret teaching those words....

"you know...I think I'm starting to like this eleven character" kiri says as the episode ends. Kiri can somewhat understand eleven in a weird way.

Tuk giggles in her hands, "I like that dustin boy, he is funny!" spider nods in agreement. Seems like dustin, eleven so far has been the kids favorites. At least for now.

The show down was on, Elven vs the Demogorgon. Everyone was at the edge of their seats. Who will win? who will fall?

Things were getting intense as eleven began to raise her hand and use her powers.

When the monster began to become nothing but small pieces, so was eleven. And when the scene showed both gone, everyone gasped and were clinging onto each other.

"w-where did eleven go??" tuk asks, amazed at the scene.

Soon the credits rolled in and it was the end of season 1. Everyone stared at the screen all in amazed.

"......is there more of that show??" lo'ak asks. Vopey looks at the box and smiles. "heck yeah!, lots of seasons!".

Everyone cheered and put season 2 on. Wanting to see more of eleven and her new found friends.

And that is it for this one! Hopefully this was good enough! Thanks to @artemis-laufeyson giving me the thumbs up of approval! Until next time! see ya!

Vopey = eleven

[charliedawn]

Charlieeee? I kinda got COVID and I was wondering- Can you possibly make headcannons on how the slashers would take care of their S/O who has COVID?😭 If you havent already🙏

Please and thanks🍦

Freddy *rolls his eyes when he sees you trying to escape your bed and teleports next to you* : "Nuh-huh. Stay in bed. Doctor's order.."

He will stay in bed with you and be less bothersome than usual—which is his way of saying he cares.

Freddy would cut you some slack if he sees you're really not okay and make sure you dream good things.

He would also keep you company when he can and send you flowers when you're quarantined.

Slashers cannot technically die or get hurt, so he would visit you and talk to you if you need to.

You *groan in annoyance as you take your own temperature* : "...Sh*t. I'm sick."

Pennywise *appears in your bedroom in your nurse outfit and smiles* : "Hello sick, I'm Pennynurse."

Pennywise and Penny are the only patients that cannot get sick. At all.

They'll use that to their full advantage to spend time with you, check on you and make sure you're alright during your quarantine.

Pennywise would entertain you with card tricks and make sure you get some rest and do not get bothered by anyone, but him.

Pennywise *pokes your cheek while you're sleeping* : "Are you awake ? Are you alive ? Come on. Wake up. Open your eyes, or I'll eat you."

Penny would do the same, but be more worried than his brother and binge eat as a result of his worry..

"Penny..Did you just eat all of my paperwork ?"

"...Maybe ?"

Penny would try to help out. But, not in the right way I'm afraid.

He would take care of your paperwork by either delegating it, or eating it. No middle ground.

He would also panic at the smallest change in your behavior.

Penny : "THE HUMAN COUGHED ! COME AND HELP !"

Even though Penny is a slasher, he has absolutely no idea of how the human body works. Every time you cough, sneeze or even blink, he would think something is wrong with you and seek for help.

Penny would come in and out at regular intervals to see if you're still sick and bring you whatever he can find to make you happy and forget you're sick.

Michael *frowns in disapproval when he sees you trying to get out of bed and writes down* : "Go back to bed. You're not ready."

Michael would have his father instincts kicking in and would guard your door day and night to make sure you get some rest and the slashers don't act out during your absence.

He would also try to communicate with the nurses and ask questions about your recovery.

Also, he would come read with you or give you daily hugs.

The nurses would also be amused to see him glare at whoever would try to get past him, especially the slashers.

Freddy *tries to go past him and is stopped* : "YO ! MOVE !"

Michael *glances up at the sign he pinned to the whole earlier*

Freddy *reads* : "Forbidden entrance for everyone. Especially if your name is Freddy...YOU LITTLE SH-!"

Michael *glares in disapproving dad mode*

Freddy *grumble and stomps his foot before walking away*

Norman *sees you almost falling asleep on your desk* : "Oh dear ! I can't let you do this. You need to get back to bed. Here, let me help." *helps you with paperwork*

Norman would bring you breakfast in bed and be your emotional support while you are stuck in your room.

He would also tell you about his day and watch over the slashers for you.

He would be the perfect nurse actually.

He would bring you your pills to soothe your head and throat as well as stay with you if you feel good enough.

He would take care of you until he's sure you are out of harm's way and help around the hospital as much as he can.

Jack *knocks on your door* : "Hey there. Open the door, sweetheart. It's just me. And I brought gifts."

Gifts which include two bottles of whiskey and cake.

Two of his favorite things in the world..

"Now, how about we party ?! Just the both of us, yeah ?"

Jack knows it's no fun to be sick and would bring you everything he knows would cheer him up.

He wouldn't really be physical, because he's technically still human and could get sick as well, but you can count on his emotional support and his usual visits to cheer you up.

"Sick ?"

He would be confused, as Brahms never got sick. He was sheltered as a child, and quickly became a slasher when he found his doll.

So, he was spared colds, and other common sickness. He did have the small pox, but it was a long time ago.

He would stay by your bedside and bring you his plushies for comfort.

He would also play games with you and fall asleep next to you.

Brahms would stay by your side until he's sure you will be alright and bring you gifts.

Brahms *blushes when he gives you cookies* : "For..you."

Patricia would come in your room to check on you and bring you (you guessed it) sandwiches.

She would also stay with you to talk and make sure you're mentally alright and keep you company if needed.

Patricia *smiles as she places flowers in your hair* : "Here..You're all pretty now."

She would be a sweetheart with you, and Dennis would make sure they stay safe during the visits (masks, gloves, cleaning products, pharmaceutical goggles..)

So, yeah.

No danger of being infected here. 😅

[nervousgardenerkid]

Trinkets from the heart

a/n: i'm so sorry this took me forever😭i've been struggling irl AND i've had REALLY bad writers block but i have a lil motivation now so slay! i hope you enjoy this bestie again im sorry it took so long😭credit to the gif owner!

warnings: none really! this is modern au cause why not?? robin calls reader a bitch but not in a mean way, not proofread.

yo, are you coming over still?

you giggle at robin’s text shaking your head.

who says yo anymore??

listen, you made me binge watch breaking bad. i had to pick up traits from my favorite character 😒

you don't even have time to type out your response before your phone starts to ring.

“hello?”

“hey where are you?”

you hear shuffling on her side of the phone, you know she's putting her shoes on ready to get you if she needed to.

“I just got in my car, I needed to stop somewhere for our trade!”

a sigh leaves her mouth and you hear her grunt.

“how far are you? i miss you and want a kiss.”

you press the phone between your ear and shoulder as you start to buckle up.

“maybe like 15 minutes away? did you want me to pick up food too?”

robin lets out a hum. “no it's okay, i'll order some pizza or something.”

“okay that's fine, i'll see you soon.”

“wait!” robin exclaimed. you put the phone back onto your ear and let out a hum as you start the car.

“tell me you love me.”

you roll your eyes playfully, you can tell from her tone that she has a small pout on her lips.

“bye Robin, I love you.”

“haha you like me.” is the last thing you hear before she hangs up the phone with a laugh.

you roll your eyes, muttering under your breath how you fall for it every time without fail. you put the car into reverse getting ready to back out of the parking spot when a message pops up on your screen.

drive safe babe! ily <3

-

you park in robin’s driveway, a smile forming on your face when you look over in the passenger seat at what you have for the trade.

“she's going to love you, benny! trust me.”

you're quick to exit the car. the minute you slam your door robin swings open her front door. her smile gets wide and she makes her way over to you with open arms.

“you're here!”

you turn around letting out a giggle when she groans at the feeling of your arms wrapping around her.

“I'm here! and I bought the thing I wanna trade!”

she lets out a gasp and pulls away from you trying to get a sneak peek at what you got. you push her away trying to shield the passenger window that has benny on full display.

“go inside you dork. I'll be there soon.”

“fine, only cause I need to get my trade ready too.”

she goes to make her way inside, but not before giving you a kiss. your cheeks redden as you push her away making sure she’s inside before you grab the cute stuffed…thing you got from the store. you close the passenger door and start to make your way toward her house. once you reach the front door you open it and peak your head in first, looking left to right to make sure she's nowhere in sight. when there was no signs of robin you step inside and lean against the door to close it gently.

“okay,” robin exclaimed while walking into the living room. “I'm ready if you are! We can do this after the pizza or before it. I'm okay with either option.”

a whine escapes from your lips as you hide benny behind you.

“You know I can't make decisions! you choose what you want to do first.”

Robin shook her head and sat at the table with her hands behind her back.

“I made the decision last time! it's your turn to choose.”

you walk up to the table and sit at the chair across from her. you make sure to lean forward a bit that way benny can stay hidden behind your back while your arms rest on the table.

“Okay fine, let's do the trade first and then put on a show while we wait for the pizza.”

her eyes light up. “Can we watch Breaking Bad again?”

“Yes, we can watch breaking back again.”

Robin mutters a yes under her breath while clapping her hands lightly. she clears her throat and smiles at you before her hands return back behind her.

“Are you ready for the best trade of all time?”

you nod your head, eager to show her what you got for her.

you both start counting down from three, as soon as the number one reaches both of your ears you both slam your hands on the table. your smiles are a mile wide but shock soon replaces your smile while robin has nervous written all over her face. your eyes fall down to the medium size box that was in her hands and you feel tears prick your eyes. inside the box a delicate gold chain rested on the velvet plush and attached to it was a small heart.

“Well now don't I feel silly,” you mutter while hiding behind benny.

“what? why?”

“Robin, you got me a necklace and all I got you was a cute plushie from target!”

Robin lets out a small awe and sits on the chair next to you.

“and I love this little dude!”

Silence falls over the both of you as she stares at it with a curious glint in her eye.

“What is he anyway?”

“A freak of nature,” you mumbled while laying on the cute stuffed doll.

Robin lets out a laugh and throws her arms around you, bringing you in for a hug.

“Well, I love him. He's my favorite freak of nature right after you.”

You begin to roll your eyes but stop when robin clears her throat and gently pushes the necklace toward you.

“It's like, fine if you don't like it. Heart-shaped jewelry is lame, at least according to tiktok but I thought you'd like this one.”

“It's not lame if it's from you,” you say quietly while gently grabbing the necklace. The small pendant lies in your hand and you smile down at your warped reflection.

“This is so beautiful Robin, don't let TikTok lie to you ever again.”

Robin smiles, feeling accomplished that you fell in love with the small gift she got you.

“Open it! I want you to see what I put inside of it.”

You gasp quietly not even noticing that the heart was a locket. You open it and feel your heart melt at the tiny pictures displayed. The first picture is a selfie that you and robin took while you were at a pumpkin patch and the second picture was your favorite picture of robin. You took it while she was in the middle of laughing at some stupid joke Steve told her. She has a light-colored button-up opened, showing off the graphic t-shirt got for her, and she has her favorite hat on backward.

“I figured you'd like those pictures the best. I put mine at the end so that way I can be closest to your heart or whatever.”

You pout at her and pinch her already red cheeks.

“Awe, you like me.”

She whacks your hand away from her face only to hold it in hers when you let go of her warm cheek.

“Shut up, I love you…bitch.” she said with a giggle while mocking her newest favorite character.

“Don't call me that.”

“Yes ma'am.”

You giggle at her reaction and then around so that your back is facing her.

“Can you help me put it on?”

Robin nods her head and sticks her hand out silently asking for the necklace. When she feels the cool material in the palm of her hand she's quick to open the clasp and put the necklace on around your neck. When she mutters that she's done you feel your smile get wide and gently hold the locket in your hand.

“I love it. Thank you, baby.” you mumble while leaning back to give her a kiss.

She smiles into the kiss, letting out a whine when you pull away. You stand up from your seat and turn around to face her.

“C’mon, let's watch breaking bad.”

“Hell yeah! Science bitch!"

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[gemini-sensei]

Uhhh the whole Demetri cockwarming thing is now stuck in my brain.

I could imagine where they basically have sex all over the house and then somehow end up on the couch. Full on naked, Demetri has her on his lap with his cock inside her, helping to keep her stuffed full of the multiple loads he put in her. He’s just rubbing her tummy as they watch tv, dick twitching in her tight creamy pussy.

Fuuuuck. Just marathon sex all over the house, in every room, on every surface imaginable 🤤Demetri is a fiend.

He'll take it as a challenge of some kind or it was said as a stupid joke and it gave him a great idea. It starts off in the bedroom and ends in the living room. Their clothes have been long abandoned somewhere, though for a while there Reader still had her panties on. He just pulled them aside when he was ready to get his dick wet or pulled them down to her knees, putting them back into place so his cum will pool in them. However, they became too soaked with cum after a while and he tossed them, opting to watch whatever was going to spill out leak down her thighs.

He's pulling her through every room, barely getting down the hall before he's pushing her up against it and fucking her there right. They barely say anything about where they're going or what they're doing, sharing breathless kisses and giggles from time to time. He beds her over the dinner table and the bathroom counter; he lays her out on his desk, the bed in te guest room, the floor when he can't wait to get somewhere else. He pins her to the wall or the edge of the kitchen island and pulls her leg over his hip. He puts her in a fullnelson and just fucks her in the middle of the living room. He shoves her front against the window over looking their front yard, anyone could walk by and see her fat, hickey covered tits squished against the glass, watch her get fucked and take another load deep in her cunt.

When they're too tired to go any further, Demetri scoops Reader up and brings her to the couch. He sits and he pulls her onto his lap, guiding his cock to her sensitive, used, puffy, cum covered pussy. She sinks down effortlessly and lays back against his chest, and he wraps his arms around her and snuggles her close. He kisses the harsh bruising hickeys on her neck and shoulders, soothing them with a few lashes of his tongue. He'll put on a movie for them to watch or her favorite show to binge, letting things calm down as they relax.

Except their still horny. His cock is rock hard buried in her tight little cunt. It twitches and her walls squeeze him. She presses her thighs together and whines, then wiggles her hips. He's rubbing his hands all over her, one over her full, slightly bloated belly, knowing she's full of his cum and he's plugging it up I'm her. But even after all they've done, their bodies still want more. She desperately, tiredly tries to grind her ass against him, but it does little to bring them to orgams.

She whines about it and he shushes her, kissing her cheek. "Let me worry about it, babe," he tells her, taking hold of her hips. He starts moved her back and forth on her lap, gently now. She moans and he bites his lip. "Just watch your show, I've got this."

He grinds her on him then bounces her a little. Before long, their sensitive bodies are reacting. She's coming all over him, milking his cock for all he has left to give. He shoots another load into her already full womb, sighing happily.

He lays them down on the couch, still buried in her warm cunt, and makes sure she's comfortable. He grabs the throw blanket off of the back of the couch and lays it over them; kts not big enough for him bjt it's perfect for her. She snuggles into him and watches TV, his hand on her belly, rubbing it as he thinks of her and the potential consequences of their actions 😏

[muchamusedaboutnothing]

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 15

Heart of a Hunter Act VII - Ch. 15

Characters: Dean x doctor!Reader, Sam Winchester

This story is Act 7 of a saga.

New to the story? Get caught up on the Heart of a Hunter Saga here.

All your favorite Winchesters are alive, in spite of the curse that nearly took them from you. After coming so close to losing the only family you have left in this world, you’re taking matters into your own hands. There’s a witch to hunt.

Series Warnings:

Character injuries/sickness - Take note that no one is excluded from this.

Canon-typical violence and language.

Lots of whump.

Lots of caring for hurt characters.

Smut (18 Only. NSFW. You were warned.)

Angst.

Fluff.

Medical talk. Is that even a warning

Image Credit: bing image search, google image search , @sharonisantisocialimagines, @katymacsupernatural.

Wordcount: 2615

Chapter  15

Once in the Impala, Dean produced a package of jerky. "Here, eat. And grab a couple of those pain pills from the jockey box."

You accepted the bag of jerky gratefully, chewing on a piece before dry-swallowing one pill. If it even just dulled the shooting pain in your side and your leg, it would be enough.

Dean cast glances in your direction as he drove. "You want to tell me why you can’t just let me handle this demon?"

You sighed. You really didn't have the words to explain. "It's complicated, but I started this and I just need to be there to finish it."

Dean fixed his gaze on the road again, but his right hand came to rest on your good leg. "Why don't you give Sam a call?" he said instead. "He and Addie are going to be expecting an update."

Sam answered your call after one ring. "Spider Monkey?" The concern was obvious in his voice. "You good?"

"I'm good," you assured him. Then you put the call on speakerphone so Dean could hear as well.

"Thank God," Sam breathed. "Dean said you got her. She's … she's dead then?"

"As a doornail," you answered. "Whatever the hell that means."

Sam sighed in relief and you heard him muttering to Addie to update her. “You're really okay? We’ve all been worried.”

“I’ll live,” you said with a smile. “Your brother patched me up, good as new. Turns out you can teach an old dog new tricks.”

Sam let out a chuckle that was half-laugh, half-relief. “Well, I’m glad to hear it.”

Dean shot you an endearing wink, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he drove.

"How's my munchkin?" you asked.

"He's great," Sam assured you. "He'll be happy to see you when you get back, though."

"God, I miss him," you admitted, feeling the sting of tears in your eyes. Tears of relief for having finally killed the witch. Or tears of exhaustion because it had been a long couple of days - er, weeks. Both were true. You blinked them back and told Sam that you’d be in touch later but that you just still had some things to wrap up.

Dean was watching you when you hung up the phone. "Couple of minutes out now," he said. "Get another piece of jerky in ya before we get there, 'kay?"

Dean parked across the street from the shop and cut the engine. You both got out of the car and met around back as he opened the trunk. You loaded your pistol with devil’s trap bullets, racking the slide to chamber a round.

Dean double checked his own weapon and tucked it into the waistband of his pants, grabbing the angel blade he’d retrieved from your truck at the motel. "Best guess, do you think you got all the rest of them? Or is there a chance there are more demons lurking around that you counted before that didn't show up earlier?" he asked.

"I had never seen the one still inside before tonight, so I guess we can't rule out the possibility of there being newer reinforcements. We should definitely be careful heading inside."

"Roger that," Dean said, his free hand going to the small of your back as the two of you crossed the street together and approached the entrance.

You held your pistol at the ready while Dean carried the angel blade as you cleared the entryway and moved inside.

You saw Dean scanning the first room with his eyes as you double-checked that nothing had changed since you'd last been here.

Together you made your way through the building, Dean eyeing the bodies you'd left in your wake on your last visit.

"Top floor, end of the hall," you said. He nodded and started up the stairs first. You double-checked behind you and followed after him.

The demon was right where you left him - trapped just beyond the doorway into the witch's office. "Oh, fantastic. You're back," the demon quipped sarcastically as you approached.

The look on Dean's face when he glanced over his shoulder at you could only be described as incredulous. Understanding washed over him, and you knew your behavior suddenly made sense.

The poor, innocent man the demon was possessing was the spitting image of your brother, save for the pitch-black eyes. The demon smiled ruefully then, a slightly twisted version of the smile in that photograph of you and your brother that currently sat in Jonah’s nursery. The one right next to the photos of John and Mary, your parents, and that shot of Bobby, Ellen, and Joe with Dean and Sam.

"I thought maybe you'd change your mind," the demon said, "but seeing you brought the infamous Dean Winchester with you, I'm guessing that's not true."

The demon smirked. "Ah well, you can't win 'em all. It was a good gig while it lasted. It's too bad, though. I liked this body…."

To your absolute terror, the demon produced a blade from inside the leather jacket he wore. You cried out in protest as he plunged the knife into the chest of the man he possessed. Blood seeped from the wound as the demon laughed.

Dean threw out his arm to block you from getting past him for fear you'd cross the devil's trap in reaction. He also began reciting the exorcism rites.

Out of nowhere, a breeze tossed about the loose papers on the witch’s desk. The demon continued to mock you with laughter as its host body bled, but it’s expression morphed into one of pain as Dean neared the end of the exorcism.

The demon smoked out through the mouth and disappeared as the host body fell lifeless to the floor. You moved past Dean then, immediately hitting your knees and ignoring the searing pain in your thigh as you rolled the man onto his back.

Dean crouched down next to you as you tore at the man's button-up shirt to get a better look at the knife wound. The blade was still embedded in his chest.

"Give me your shirt," you insisted. Dean did as you asked, peeling his second layer off for you to bunch up around the protruding knife to slow the bleeding.

The man was unresponsive, and there was no way to know how much of his faculties had been intact before the demon sealed his fate on the way out. Dean pressed two fingers to the man's throat to feel for a pulse.

You glanced down at your hands, coated in the man's blood, and were suddenly unsure of what to do for him. "Ca - call an ambulance," you muttered.

But Dean was looking at you with shared grief in his eyes as he shook his head in answer. "We can't do that."

His response startled reality back into you as you remembered the utter carnage on the building's lower level from your previous battle. The other bodies that lie dead at your hand - even if the demons possessing them had ultimately been responsible for their demise.

Dean was right.

And it didn't matter that there was a hospital nearby. No amount of CPR was going to save this man.

The pain of losing your brother after you'd tried to stop him bleeding to death in the forest a few years back washed over you again with renewed levels of sorrow. A sob erupted from your throat as blood trickled from the man's mouth.

Dean's arms came around you and he pulled you onto his lap, holding you to his chest as you cried.

"I've got you," he whispered in your ear.

You couldn’t say when the shift occurred, but suddenly you weren't crying tears of grief into his t-shirt, but rather tears of relief that the entire ordeal was over.

With that realization, the tears quickly dried up. When you pulled back, Dean studied your face briefly. You managed a nod to let him know you'd be okay. He kissed your forehead tenderly and helped you to your feet.

Dean paused a second to gaze at the witch's lifeless body on the floor across the room.

Then together you descended the stairway a step at a time.

Once you reached the back door of the shop Dean pressed the Impala keys into your palm. "Go. Pull the car around the block and wait for me."

You pushed through the doorway, feeling the fresh night air on your tear-stained cheeks. Wiping your hands on your sweats to avoid getting blood on the steering wheel, you got in the car like Dean had asked. You quickly pulled around the block and parked along the sidewalk, waiting.

It was twenty minutes before you saw smoke rising up through the sky in the direction of the shop, and another two minutes before Dean came jogging up to the car. You slid over on the seat and he climbed in behind the wheel.

"We're good," he said in explanation.

You nodded in acknowledgement and leaned your head to rest on his shoulder.

"Let's get you back to the room," he added as he pulled into the lane.

Once back at the motel, Dean turned on the shower to heat up and helped you remove your clothes. He took care to place waterproof dressings over your wounds and shed his own clothing before stepping into the shower with you.

He gently but thoroughly helped you wash the blood from your hands and arms and ran soap over your body with a washcloth. The hot water did wonders for your soul.

"Careful, Winchester," you teased as he worked shampoo into your hair. "A girl could get used to this kind of treatment while hunting."

"You've more than earned it, sweetheart." He helped you rinse the shampoo and added conditioner to your hair next. "You did all you could for that man back there," he added after a moment. "There's no way to know how bad off he was before the demon knifed him. Chances are he was long gone way before that."

"I know," you said, turning around in the shower to face him again. "I just had to try, you know?"

Dean nodded in understanding. "I know you did. Just one of the many reasons I love you. All the messed up shit we see on a day-to-day basis, and you still have a heart of gold. But that man is no longer trapped in his own body, and that's a mercy in itself."

"You're right," you said, leaning in to hug him tight. "Thank you. I guess I needed to hear it."

Dean helped you rinse your hair again and stepped out of the shower first to towel dry himself quickly. When you turned the water off he wrapped a fresh towel around you after checking that your waterproof bandages were still intact. "How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm a little sore, but nothing I can't handle. I've certainly had worse."

He scrutinized your face. "We need to get some food in you. What sounds good? I can go pick something up … "

"Can we just order pizza to the room?"

"Absolutely." He pulled out his phone and searched for a place nearby, ordering your favorite while you slid on a clean pair of pajama bottoms and stole a loose-fitting t-shirt from Dean’s bag. He tossed you the remote and you got comfortable on the bed.

You flipped through the channels, settling on the local news which was running a story about a suspected electrical fire near the hospital. Dean sat next to you on the bed, eyes glued to the channel while the story finished as you nestled up against his side.

"Damn, sweetheart. You really did it,” Dean said. You turned your head to look up at him, studying his face. A soft smile pulled at his lips as he gazed down at you. “You actually put an end to this whole witch business. And it's like … like I can finally breathe again after what feels like forever. It's been hanging over me since that first night I let her slip through my fingers. Then with Jonah and … I just - it's almost hard to believe…."

"She's gone," you added, trailing your finger up and down his arm. "The nightmare is over and she can never come after our family again."

Dean leaned down far enough to kiss the top of your head. "Thank you, sweetheart, for finishing it when I couldn't."

You rested your hand against his cheek, watching his green eyes until he met your gaze. "We did this together," you told him. He lowered his gaze then, a soft sigh escaping his lips. "Honey, I know staying behind when I came after her was one of the hardest things you've ever had to do,” you added. “And while Sam wouldn't say it out loud to avoid making things harder on you, I know he felt the same way."

It was quiet for a moment before Dean said, "Wonder how he feels about being on diaper duty?"

You smiled at the thought. "I bet he minds less than he lets on." You would have given anything to be home just then. “I miss our baby boy,” you said. “God, I miss him like crazy. I haven’t really been away from him since he was born. It just feels wrong. I’m still getting used to the idea that he’s healthy, and I just … I don’t know. I hate being away.”

“We’ll get back home soon,” Dean said sympathetically. “Then you can have all the baby snuggles you want. Just gotta make sure you’re fit to be driving first, what with the pain pills and that leg of yours, especially since we have to drive separate vehicles home.”

“Hard to argue with that logic, Winchester.” You smiled softly at him. “But I'm hoping to get out of here first thing tomorrow morning. I can get by on Tylenol after tonight, anyway.”

Dean studied you for a heartbeat. “Let’s see how you’re feeling tomorrow and go from there. Hmm?”

You nodded and leaned your head against his shoulder. “Whatever you say, Dr. Winchester.”

Dean chuckled softly and intertwined your fingers with his, playing with them as the news came back on. You changed the channel to a football game that was on and rooted for the underdog until the sound of a car pulling up announced that dinner had arrived.

Dean met the pizza guy at the door and the two of you ate in bed together with the game playing in the background.

"You know, this is the closest thing to a date night we've had in what feels like forever," you mused.

Dean laughed softly at that. “How about this? I’ll make it up to you and take you out for a nice fancy dinner soon. Hell, Sam can babysit even without Addie. You just focus on getting better, sweetheart. Then we'll celebrate for real.”

“I’ll hold you to it, handsome,” you said with a smile as you picked up a second slice of pizza.

After dinner Dean helped you change your bandages. The lack of sleep and exhaustion was definitely catching up to you. You snuggled up on the bed with your head on his chest as he tenderly ran his fingers over your hair.

The same motel room that had been lonely and cold when you were alone was now warm and comforting as you lay in your husband's arms.

Before long, the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat lulled you into a deep and peaceful sleep like you hadn't enjoyed in months.

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[copiousloverofcopia]

Maybe some fluff with Terzo or Copia where their s/o just curls up and bingewatches Puella Magica Madoka (or any series of your choosing really) with them during their break from tour?

Ok Anon, I will be honest with you...

My friends make fun of me for the fact that I'm a "retro anime snob"...and basically I haven't seen or watched anything released after 2005 😅 with very few exceptions....

That being said I did my best to accomodate your request 😁

Hope it's not too bad 🥰 thank you for the ask!

-Also just fyi, I have a TON of asks I'm working in along with PM requests and my regular chapter fics so be patient with me please 🥰

So here we go this is SFW and the reader is nongendered or gender neutral so all can enjoy a self insert 😁

Too Small Couch

"It's good Papa, I promise." You told him, watching Terzo roll his eyes. Terzo, you, and Copia made your way back to Terzo's Papal suites, a few DVDs clutched in your hands and a skeptical look on Terzo's face.

"Just give it a chance, maybe you'll like it…it does have magic after all." Copia reasoned. Terzo hemmed and hawed all the way inside.

"Hmm…" he mumbled, thinking of ways he'd rather spend time with the two of you.

"Seriously Papa, who are we to deny our lover their one request." Copia said as they entered the room.

The three of you prepared the living area for the night. Copia fluffing up the pillows on the small couch, terzo dimming the lights, and you making your selections as the three of you prepared to binge watch some anime. The first choice of the evening—Puella Magica Madoka. One you had watched so many times before coming to the Abbey, it was embarrassing to count.

Now despite its dark themes, it was a source of comfort for you when you needed a reminder of home. You were feeling homesick a lot lately, especially with Terzo off jet setting the globe. Now he was back and staying for a bit in between legs of the tour. This was the perfect opportunity to indoctrinate them into your obsession.

"If it means that much to you tesoro, then we can absolutely watch." Terzo hummed as he planted a kiss on the crown of your head. Copia smiling and nodding behind you, pleased with Terzo's decision. The three of you snuggled up onto the couch in Terzo's Papal suite.

"You sure we shouldn't watch downstairs, this couch isn't made for the three of us." Terzo pondered.

"It certainly had no problem holding the three of us the other night." You blushed, Copia's eyes widening at the memory–his face even redder than yours.

"True, true." Terzo smiled, beckony you to sit with his finger. The couch was small, yes but the blankets, pillows, and your favorite snack on hand ready for a night of magic, friendship, and just some damn good anime—made it all perfect.

"So Sayaka just becomes a witch over some musician?" Terzo asked, both you and Copia giving him 'the look'. Terzo threw up his hands, unaware he'd done anything wrong.

"Ahhh that scene is coming up, don't spoil it." You chided, but only partly, as you stretched out across them. Terzo petted your head as the three of you watched on, illuminated in the darkness by the light of the screen. You buried your cold feet behind and behind Copia, the perfect human heater.

"Amore, why are your feet always so ice cold!" He yelped, joking forward as you made contact with the bareskin of his back.

"I don't know, why are you always so warm?" You asked with a chuckle in your voice and you wiggled them around against him.

"Like a furnace, that one." Terzo laughed. Copia shook his head, submitting to your whims. The three of you watched together all night long. It was wonderful, the quality time spent together in each other's company. The drama, the darkness, the bittersweet ending all felt deeply.

Copia was a sniffling mess through all of it and there was even a time or two that the 'dust' was getting to Terzo's allergies. It was a simple night, but one to remember. "What do you say we watch some Ghibli now?" You smiled, hiding up Spirited Away.

"Anything for you amore." Terzo said, Copia nodding in agreement. You hopped up to replace the disc and quickly headed back to your lovers. The three of you, snuggling together once more on the too small couch.

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

In the face of hollywood: Questions

Navi!

Levi x Fem! Singer/Actress reader!

Tags: @daoreogirl @royiii @lalnasstuff @nanaosaki3940 @lillearchv @shayewrites @sammyiguess

A/N: We’re back!! I’ve been on a writing binge lately and this story just got added to my wattpad account. More chapters to this story are on wattpad, so now I just need to move them to here!

It’s been five months. Five months since the breakup. Four months since Levi and Petra had gotten together. Three months since Megumi and I have made it official.

In that time, a number of things have happened. I’ve released the last few tracks as an EP, adding it to my tour track list. The cast of Attack on Titian had gotten a call last week, saying we'd be back to filming in a few months.

Since then, I've been doing a lot of interviews. Today, I was getting ready to appear on the Tonight Show.

" Are you ready for tonight?" Megumi asks as he sits in LA. I'm currently in New York getting ready.

" Somewhat. Things have been getting easier." I answered.

" Do you think they're going to ask about him?" Megumi asked quickly. Here we go again. Throughout our three months, a constant topic in our relationship had been Levi. As unfortunate as it was. Megumi never seemed to believe I was over him. Truly, I was. I was done with him. He had become just another memory. A part of the past. But Megumi didn't think so.

" Really? Your gonna ask that now?" I ask, clearly annoyed.

" Your right, I'm sorry. I know we agreed I wouldn't ask anymore." Megumi admitted. I frowned a bit before seeing a notification from Hange.

" I'll call you back, I need to talk to Hange." I said, before Megumi had nodded. With that I hung up.

" Alright your makeup is done. Hair stylist should be here in a bit." My makeup artist, Samantha, said. I smiled and thanked her before she left the room. I sighed and leaned back into my chair. I opened instagram and had began to scroll, before stumbling upon an Attack on Titain fan page. It was a picture of the entire cast from season one, just after shooting Annie's first titain appearance. It was also the same day Petra left the set for good. The caption was long, and something I didn't feel like reading, so I simply skimmed through it. Until I stopped.

The caption read, " I loved the first season of AOT but I definitely liked seasons three cast better. Can we talk about how the whole time everyone thought Petra and Levi's characters were going to get together whole time it was Y/n and Levi dating behind the scenes and now the show too when they break up."

Great. Quickly, I scrolled off the post and onto something different. Cat videos, Maki's post, James gordon and others. Then I went through stories. Hanges had appeared, and it was a picture of them and Erwin. Levi had been in the picture as well, with Petra next to him. However in the picture he wasn't looking at the camera, he was looking away from the camera. Humorously, Petra had tried kissing him for the camera, and his body seemed to be shifted away from her. Classic Levi.

It was then I realized, he was never going to be apart of my past. He couldn't be. Especially since I would need to be around him in a few months. It was better to be mutual rather than act like strangers.

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" Hey Megumi " Nobara said as her and Yuji sat down next to Megumi on the couch in they're hotel room.

" Hey guys." Megumi said to them, not looking away from the TV.

" Oh! Y/n is on! Turn it up Nobara!" Yuji said excitedly. Nobara grabbed the TV remote and turned the volume up.

" So Y/n I heard your album." Jimmy said, before Y/n smiled. Y/n was dressed in head to toe in black. She was calm and grinned, she seemed careless on tv.

" Oh really? Did you enjoy it?" Y/n asked curiously. Jimmys eyes widened and he nodded.

" Oh of course! I have to tell you the songs were phenomenal, You were phenomenal. I loved it so much I even have a favorite." Jimmy said, before Y/n raised her brows before smiling again, clearly flattered.

" Oh really? Which one?" Y/n asked before Jimmy pulled out a paper from under his desk. The crowd laughed, and Y/n shifted in her seat laughing.

" I loved Close to You. It really pulled my heart strings." Jimmy said, before Y/n smiled and nodded.

" Yeah, some songs were definitely more sentimental than others." Y/n said, before Jimmy crossed his arms.

" I have to ask. Was the album about on specific person, or about a collective group of people?" Jimmy asked. Megumi felt himself tense up. This was the question he was dreading. Of course it would be asked though.

" Well, if I had to be honest with you Jimmy, It's about one person." Jimmy grinned at this, and Megumi felt himself sink into the couch.

" Oh really? Who exactly?" Jimmy asked, before Y/n shook her head laughing.

" A certain cast member. The rest is up to the world." Y/n said, and with that Jimmy introduced the comercial break.

Megumi felt himself lean over the side of the couch. Looking out the window. He knew it would happen, but it bothered him every time someone brought it up. It was difficult. When that had been what she was known for. Being Levi's ex-girlfriend.

Megumi shook the thoughts away, and decided to browse his socials, not looking for anything specific. Before he noticed a DM. From Petra.

[br4influids]

How the Obey Me brothers would react to me.

So I'm going to go ahead and put y'all in my shoes. I'm a chronically ill 16 year old, I've been diagnosed with Autism ADHD and generalized anxiety disorder. I tend to trust the wrong people like with my life. I struggle with bone marrow failure resulting in a lot of fainting but like while i'm still conscious I just can't see... or stand. Alright.

You arrived in the Devildom and you're absolutely terrified, like scared shitless. You're shaking and they can 1000% smell your fear. But you power through it and speak to these odd demons.

Lucifer:

Man thinks he got the wrong human.

This human is going to get killed. They just asked no questions and followed a demon home.

After a while he gets to know your personality and loves your dark humor.

He WILL let you follow him around like a lost puppy, you follow directions way better than any of his brothers.

He loves that he only has to scold you once and you'll never do it again. (He doesn't realize thats only because you're terrified)

This man is always watching you. These awful demons would love to take advantage of your blind trust.

Lucifer learns what situations you're okay in and when he needs to step in and help.

He would make sure you got all your meds on time.

Mammon:

He's probably laughing at this stupid, weak human at first.

He starts talking to you and realizes you're kinda cool... I mean no you're not. (Little tsunedere boy)

He would not leave you alone

Yes, you can follow me again. BUT it's only because I was trusted to watch you.

He'd randomly burst into your room only to find the countless pill bottles on your bedframe. He'd freak out and ask you about them so you explained your "wonderful" disease to him.

Man is watching you even closer now.

Bitch if you pass out in front of him and say your normal "I'm alright" line to him he'd be like WTF YOU'RE NOT "ALRIGHT"

The man loves you.

Levi:

Hey, you're not a normie? You watch anime and stream on Twitch.tv???????

Y'all are binging anime 24/7 and playing fucking Turnip Boy Commits Tax Evasion while streaming together.

His room is an actual sensory heaven

(I cant think of much more for Levi)

Asmodeus:

OMG YOU'RE SO CUTE AND QUIET LIKE A MOUSE

he loves the fact that you do absolutely nothing to stop him when he hugs you, you just kinda stand there and accept it.

He'll pamper you

He'll brush your curly short hair and style it.

Days you're in pain or too fatuiged to move you're getting special treatment. Hes giving you a warm melatonin bath, hes taking care of your hair and skin. he's giving you his most comfortable silk pyjamas.

Throwing pill bottles at you when you need them, he keeps them in his purse for you.

Hes dragging you around everywhere with him because he knows you have separation anxiety. And when you're out with him hes not letting go of your hand.

Satan:

He's done research on all your diagnosis' and medications.

He's ready to be the one to remind you about your meds.

Satan is the one to get called when you fucking fall over and basically pass out.

Oh, you like reading? Whats your favorite book?

He'll read you to sleep on the nights you can't sleep.

You're struggling to write an essay because its all about emotions which you can't explain? He's got your back.

He's ready to have a debate with the teacher to get you out of a presentation.

If you like cats just as much as he does you're going to get an emotional support cat for the house.

Oh, someone tried to take advantage of you? I'll be right back :)

Beel:

Why does this human keep forgetting to eat?

You're tired? I can carry you the rest of the way.

Excercise raises Dopamine levels, come work out with me!

You pass out he'll probably offer you food.

You're scared of the other demons? He'll keep them away from you :)

He's going to protect you from any anxiety triggers

Belphie:

Humans don't normally sleep this much right?

You explain your illness and he's helping you sleep on nights that you can't.

Belphie will set reminders on your D.D.D. to remind you to take your meds.

He'll hold your hand when out in public and try to shield you from any unwanted attention.

He is a little worried about how quickly your trust built with him even after he killed you. So he's sticking by your side at all times.

[jammytriestowrite]

A Look Back on my 2022:

If I were to describe 2022 in one word, it would be Calm. This is the year where I learned how to calm down and not be pressured by anything else. Calm down on pursuing the goals, achieving growth and progress. Calm down on my own journey and not compare it with others. I became self-aware and self-reliant on my own happiness this year. I still have my bad days but I accept them now calmly because they're supposed to be there. To be more alive, I guess? Overall, I wouldn't say 2022 is great or awesome or worse. But I just think that is what a year is supposed to be, Calm.

As a look back on 2022, here are my year-end reflection lists:

Habits I shall (or any obligatory word) quit by next year:

Not replying back to friends

Not waking up on time (6:30am will be my new alarm set as a punishment) and oversleeping

Binging too much TV

Saying NO to friends/family

Impulsive buying

Being hot-headed when it comes to certain situations (IDK how to explain this but some people keep testing my patience)

Not asking for HELP

Not asking questions

Doomscrolling. Consuming too much social media.

I will continue, Oh my God, to do all these actions, for the love of me:

READ. Just read more books, articles, essays, etc. Educate yourself.

Spend quality time with family (treat them once in a while)

Same with friends (meet old friends)

Walk. Jog. Exercise. Beat that Move goal challenges.

Dentist appointments twice a year

WRITE! Write your thoughts, your feelings, your frustrations, what you love, etc. Just write to unload those emotions and heal on your own.

Watch documentaries.

Cook and prepare your food.

Embroidery! Finish once your start a piece.

Make art. Draw, sketch, paint, watercolor, make a video, and write a poem. Explore your artistry.

Clean your room once a month.

Be there for people but have boundaries.

Travel and visit new places.

Be curious.

Things I'm grateful for:

Family - I get to spend more time with them this year. Even though we're a family who doesn't talk about personal stuff, I think just being in their presence means so much to me.

Friends - 2022 is the year of meeting with a lot of my close friends. and meeting new ones. My relationship with them is low maintenance where we don't need to chat constantly but hanging out with them once in a while just puts me in a happy state.

Sidelines - I'm so thankful for the clients who trusted me this year. Not to mention, they're the reason I was able to save money. I hope this will continue and grow in the coming year. I'm ready for more side projects.

Travel - This year is my most traveled year so far. I went to Tagaytay, Boracay, Baguio, Bulacan, Laguna, and Pampanga. I went Hiking in Rizal (with complete strangers). And finally visited the National Museum of Natural History with friends. I'm excited about the places I will visit come 2023, I wish I can finally travel abroad which is not work-related, Thailand or Taiwan is my top priority to visit with my budget.

Experiences - Of course, 2022 is memorable for the experiences it brought me. I went to a concert of All Time Low which is one of my favorite bands growing up. It was a very surreal experience. I finally watched a musical last November, it's called We Will Rock You, and a homage to Queen songs, which are some of the best songs for me. More musical experiences for next year, please! Lastly, when I went to Leni-Kiko Rally. It was my proudest moment as a Filipino to be there. I was just merely attending their rally, but it made me hopeful for the country. Makes me think of what could've been if she won the presidency. I know PH is going downhill now, but I hope for a better 2023 for us.

Love/Dating - This has been so idle this year. But still grateful for the learnings it gave me. I only dated one person and it didn't go well because *insert anti-hero by Taylor Swift*. I realized dating requires too much effort and I feel like I want to accomplish more before being in a commitment with another person. But I still want it. I crave it. It's just that I'm not willing to work for it. So that's what I will be doing in 2023. Work for the love I deserve.

That ends my 2022. It wasn't as grand as the others but for me, It's the best year. I really liked it. No, I loved it. Thank you, 2022. Now, I'm looking forward to new experiences, explorations, and self-discoveries. I already know 2023 will be just as calm as this year. Happy new year, everyone! Let's fucking gooooo!

[abimess]

The perfect date

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You and your girlfriend share a date you will never forget. [1.650 words]

So this is just pure fluff, hope you guys enjoy it! haha

54. “Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you.”

81.“I’ve been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you’re going to look so good and I need to try and match up.”

100.“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.”

Prompt List #2

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It is almost half-past seven in the evening, so you make your way to meet Wanda, in your shared room.

With the door open, you see her right away, and your breath hitches at the scene.

Facing the mirror, the Sokovian watches her reflection intently as she finishes the last details of her eyeliner. Placing your hands in your pants pockets, your heart almost stops as your eyes admire your girlfriend's figure.

The girl is wearing a long black dress. The outfit is simple yet elegant, the dark color highlighting her red locks.

With a fond smile on your face, you flashback to the past.

You hurriedly put your clothes and personal belongings into your backpack, your eyes frequently scanning the room for what might be missing.

A few minutes ago, Steve had come looking for you, calling you in for an emergency mission, and now you needed to rush to be ready in time, the sound of the quinjet making itself heard in the distance.

With your heart pounding in your ears, you don't hear the light knocks on your door, much less when it is opened soon after.

"Hey, Y/n/n." The voice is low and hesitant, but you're startled by the unexpected sound. "Hey, Wands." You greet your best friend with a fond smile on your face, but the smile she gives you in return doesn't reach her eyes. "Are you okay?"

"Are you leaving?" The brunette asks, ignoring yours and pointing to the bag on your bed, "Yeah, I'm going on a mission with Steve." You explain and the girl nods slowly.

"I'll be back soon, though," you say, trying to comfort her, "we can binge-watch horror movies when I come back." You suggest.

After you found out that the other had frequent nightmares, you started having sleepovers, which became more and more frequent as one became more and more reliant on the other's company.

"Would it be all right if I borrowed your sweater?" Wanda asks after a few seconds of silence, taking you by surprise. "It smells like you." She adds shyly, a curious blush on her cheeks as she anxiously twirls the rings on her fingers.

Something clicks inside you at that moment. Something that makes your heart beat faster, makes your thoughts shuffle, and makes you see the girl before you in a completely different way.

"Y/n," a third voice makes itself heard in the room and you startle. When you look at the door, you see Steve. "It's time." The blond man says, exchanging a warm smile with Wanda next.

"I'm coming." You let him know, and the captain nods, retreating from the room shortly thereafter. Looking at Wanda again, the unfamiliar feeling takes over again, and you clear your throat a few times to pull yourself together.

Going to your closet, you take one of your sweatshirts, your favorite, actually. Walking back to Wanda, you hand the garment to her in silence, and the girl takes the item with a grateful smile, hugging it against her chest like a life raft and you feel your whole body being drawn towards her.

"I'll talk to you as soon as I can." You manage to say amidst so many brand new thoughts. In response, Wanda throws herself against you, wrapping her arms around your neck.

Despite your surprise, you reciprocate right away, hugging her and burying your face in her neck, the sweet smell of her shampoo relaxing every muscle in your body at once.

"Be careful." She asks and you nod slowly, not wanting that moment to end. But Steve is waiting for you, so you break the embrace.

Before you pull away completely, however, you unconsciously deposit a soft kiss on the brunette's forehead. The action takes Wanda by surprise, who looks up at you with slightly wide eyes and intensely rosy cheeks. Feeling your own cheeks warm, you bid the Sokovian farewell.

With a beating heart and a confused mind, you leave the room.

"Hey," Wanda says as she notices you in the room, smiling at you through the mirror, and you smile back. "We're almost late." You warn, pointing at your wristwatch, and Wanda giggles before walking over to you

"I've been trying to get ready for like an hour and a half, because I know you're going to look so good and I need to try and match up." She says, wrapping her arms around your neck and you instinctively bring your hands to her waist.

"That's a great excuse," you say with a chuckle, "but it doesn't work, since you always look better than me." You flirt back and Wanda smiles broadly. "I strongly disagree."

"You're entitled to your wrong opinion." You retort with a fake serious tone and Wanda giggles, rolling her eyes in amusement, and you smile. The redhead then connects her lips to yours and you melt against her touch.

"Are you ready?" you ask as the kiss ends and Wanda nods as she moves away from you. "Yeah, I'm just getting my purse."

Ready now, you and Wanda leave the house, walking to your car. As you drive, you notice out of the corner of your eye the redhead watching intently the streets you pass by.

"Where are we going?" She finally asks, surrendering to curiosity, and you giggle, your eyes remaining on the road ahead. "It's a surprise."

"Or I could just read your mind." She murmurs playfully, and you force an offended grimace. "Keep your magic to yourself, witchy." You scold, making the woman next to you chuckle.

Even though you know Wanda would never read your mind without your permission, you feel your palms breaking into a cold sweat. That couldn't happen, not today.

A few minutes later you stop the car in front of a restaurant. The place is fancy but maintains a very pleasant air of simplicity. The redhead looks at you curiously, but you just smile at her before getting out of the car.

As the two of you approach the entrance to the restaurant, you can see that the place is empty, no other customers besides you, and Wanda turns to you with a mixture of curiosity and amusement in her gaze. "What's going on?"

"Well, I wanted to bring you somewhere nice, but I know how overwhelmed you get with people and all their thoughts, so I had the restaurant closed just for us." You explain with a smile and Wanda looks at you with a mixture of excitement and surprise. "How-"

"Tony." You reply. "Of course," Wanda comments with a giggle and you giggle as well. But then the redhead's laugh turns into a smile, her eyes locked on yours with admiration. "This is really sweet, babe, thank you."

"Anything for you, my love." You say simply, your words loaded with adoration, and Wanda smiles broadly, bringing her hand to the side of your face and kissing you next. You smile against her lips as you reciprocate.

"Shall we?" You ask as the kiss ends, offering your arm to Wanda in an exaggerated gesture, and the redhead giggles. "We shall." She agrees in the same tone, taking your arm and walking with you next.

Then you sit down at one of the many empty tables and soon a waiter comes over to attend to you.

You eat, drink, and talk as you usually do, the warm and intimate air making your heart flutter with happiness.

But then at some point in the evening, you fall silent, in a trance as you admire the woman in front of you, every detail of her making your smile widen.

"What is it?" Wanda asks with an amused smile on her lips, her chin resting on her hand as a slight blush spreads across her cheeks. "I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror." You speak, still admiring her, and the redhead chuckles.

"I mean it!" You say, chuckling as well, "I'd plan a whole speech just to forget it completely the moment I saw you." You tell and Wanda smiles fondly at you, her eyes never leaving yours as she takes a sip of her drink.

"You always made me so nervous. You still do, not gonna lie." You say honestly, making Wanda giggle. You grin from ear to ear as your heart chooses the words for you. "But now what you really make me feel is comfort, is safety. And a love I thought impossible to exist. You were my best friend, and then my lover, and then my everything."

You notice happy tears pooling in the corners of Wanda's eyes, her shy smile warming every bit of your body. You take a deep breath, trying to ignore the way your heart has started beating uncontrollably now.

"You are a part of me, and it's gotten to the point where I can't imagine my life without you. Therefore," you speak, taking your hand to the inside pocket of your jacket, "I need to ask." You watch as Wanda's eyes follow the small box out of its hiding place, a small gasp escaping her lips. "Wanda Maximoff, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" She answers promptly, the tears finally falling, "Yes, a hundred times yes." She completes wholeheartedly, and you feel your heart almost leap out of your chest.

You place the ring on Wanda's finger, and she admires the piece with a genuinely happy smile on her face. The redhead brings her hand to your face next, and deposits a brief, soft kiss on your lips, salted by her tears.

"I love you so much, darling." She says, her eyes locked on yours and her hand still on your cheek across the table. Admiring the woman you love, you smile broadly, the certainty that you've never been happier warming your chest.

"I love you from the bottom of my heart, sweetheart."

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[liamade]

Birthday Hat ; Park Seonghwa

»»—pairing: park seonghwa x non-gendered reader

summary: There's nothing cuter than seeing your cute boyfriend Seonghwa happily indulging in his little arts and crafts for his favorite cat.

genre: fluff, boyfriend seonghwa, cat dad seonghwa

warning(s): N/A

✧ word count: 1059

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You heave a sigh while stretching your arms behind your head, pushing open the front door to your apartment.

After a long day at work, you wanted nothing more than to strip yourself of your uniform, plop down onto the couch, and binge whatever show you could find on Hulu with your boyfriend Seonghwa.

You lazily dump your stuff by the door, telling yourself you'd put it all away later knowing full well that your bag wouldn't move from its spot till you needed it the next day.

Stepping into the living room you look around confused, not seeing Seonghwa nestled in his favorite spot in front of the tv where he usually waited for you to come home.

Recently, the man had taken up a new hobby which kept him in that spot for long.

~knitting~

You thought it was cute he had taken up such a "grandma" hobby, making you scunkly little sweaters that you definitely could've never fitted into unless you were a baby. He'd always smile wide in response when you'd say that, raising an eyebrow and poking your side in a teasing manner.

It was only when the faint sound of blithe humming reached your ears did you realize he was occupied with something in the kitchen.

"How's my favorite malewife?" you jokingly greeted, leaning against the counter beside him.

He laughed in response, placing a quick kiss on your temple before going back to whatever it was he was doing. "So,,, you know how it's Ddeonghwa's birthday today?"

Ddeonghwa: your beloved fur child that you adopted almost a year and a half ago; just a few weeks before you started dating Seonghwa.

The name, while cute, served as a constant reminder of your embarrassment when your best friend blurted it out in front of your then-friend-Seonghwa. It was one of his nicknames and while stuck on what to name your new tabby cat, it was the first thing to come to your lovesick brain. Good thing it did, though, or else you'd be minus one boyfriend right now.

"Yeah, how could I forget? I brought him a few new toys after work." you nodded in the general direction of the door.

"Right, so I thought 'why not make him a cake?'" he boldly gestured to the concoction on the counter, "now I'm making him a cake!"

"Out of tuna and cheese?"

He nodded with an enthusiastic smile in response.

You stared at him for a few seconds before chuckling, wrapping your arms around one of his own, and snuggling into his side. "Okay, how can I help, Chef?"

Almost twenty minutes later and your little catcakes are out of the oven and cooled, ready for the judgment of the birthday boy.

Seonghwa excitedly brings them to the living room after scooching over the rug and coffee table to make space on the floor for the small serving dish.

He disappeared for a second coming back with both your cat and some sort of paper with little drawings on it. It was only when he sat down with Ddeonghwa in between his legs did you realize what it was.

Seonghwa had spent god knows how long cutting and coloring paper to resemble a mini little birthday hat, complete with a pastel pink ribbon for the string.

"Look what I made~" he presented it proudly to you as you took a seat beside him.

You laughed lightly as you leaned in, one hand giving little scratches behind Ddeonghwa's ear while the other gently held the makeshift hat to get a better view of it. It read "Ddeonghwa Birth" with a large 2 under it and differently colored squiggles.

"This is cute but how do you plan to get it on him?" you playfully smirked, already imagining the fur child running as soon as the hat touched his head.

"With my incredible charm, intellect, and ever-growing love for him."

You rolled your eyes at him, handing the hat back over and gesturing for him to try his luck.

"Hi, baby~ It's your birthday so I made you a hat. Wear it nicely to prove me right, okay? Ahaha." Seonghwa forced a laugh as he warily tied the ribbon into a pretty knot.

A few oddly tense seconds go by almost in slow motion as the three of you sit unmoving.

"See? He's wearing i-"

As if on cue, Ddeonghwa starts to shake his head, effectively ridding himself of the foreign object tied to him. He begins chewing on it and playing with the ribbon.

"Seems like you got him a new toy too." you teased.

Seonghwa pouted as he stared down at his former masterpiece. "That took me thirty minutes to make…"

Your hand found its way to his hair, running your fingers through to comfort him. "Don't worry, babe. There's still the cake — he'll love that for sure."

"Ah, right!" Seonghwa clapped as he remembered the cake, accidentally startling the cat purring in his lap. Gently picking up Ddeonghwa, he placed him in front of the plate. "Here, yummy cake, eat it….. Please I beg-"

Ddeonghwa sits on his hind legs before bending down to sniff the food in front of him. You look over at Seonghwa who watched with fists balled in anticipation.

It doesn't take long before Ddeonghwa starts to take bites out of the cake, small nibbles at first before deciding that he enjoyed it. He grabs the cake in his mouth and runs off to who knows where.

"W-what does that mean-"

"I think that means you succeeded."

Seonghwa sighs in content while leaning back until he was lying on the floor. He motioned for you to come over, giving you one of his arms to rest your head on.

Putting his free hand on your waist, he pulled you closer, silently staring into your eyes.

You stared back with an easy smile, giggling as you ask, "What?"

"Nothing new, I just love you."

You faked a frown at his cheesy line, "Yeah, yeah. I love you too, Hwa."

Just as you lean up to give your boyfriend a kiss, brown flashes between you which causes Seonghwa to jump in surprise.

Your favorite tabby now laid between the two of you, unknowingly ruining your moment as he happily groomed himself with a full tummy.

God, did you love your little family.

a/n: I think this is my first time writing in second-person pov so this isn't awkwardly written,,

anyways happy birthday irl to seonghwa and happy birthday in-universe to ddeonghwa !!

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[barnesmurdock]

Art conservation: a remedy for insomnia, or the cause of it.

Pair: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Bucky can't sleep and you're binge watching Baumgartner Restoration videos on yt.

Word count: 1180

Warnings: none, I think, this is just a fluffy bit.

A/N: this is the first thing I'm posting and English is not my first language so sorry if it sucks <3 in this, instead of infinity war happening, Tony forgives Bucky after spending some time in Wakanda and no one has been on the run.

There's no physical description of the reader or any allusion to gender except for Bucky calling them "doll" once.

Also this is just a super self indulgent drabble I had on my head bc I have been binge-watching Baumgartner Restoration videos. They're very relaxing. 10/10 would recommend.

Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it <3

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It was useless trying to sleep. He just couldn't do it. When he did, his nightmares always woke him up, the dread of reliving another one of his memories making it impossible for him to go back to sleep.

Most nights he ended up trying to tire himself on the gym or in the woods that surrounded the compound. But tonight, he was so tired already and still, he couldn't sleep. 

The compound was usually dead silent this late at night but the sound of the tv in the common living area disrupted the silence he was so used to. It wasn't loud, a man's voice filled the room so softly as the screen showed some hands cleaning an old painting. 

On one side of the main couch he could distinguish the back of your head. 

His lips automatically formed a smile at the sight of you, that was your usual effect on him. But then, the smile dropped and his eyebrows furrowed in concern. It was strange for you to be awake at this time of night. With your powers draining your energy at a fast pace, you were usually ready to drop dead whenever, wherever. 

"Hey, what are you doing up?" Bucky softly asked, trying not to startle you as he approached the couch, sitting close to you.

"Huh? Whaddya mean? It's like 10pm." You peeled your eyes from the screen for the first time since you had sat there after dinner around 8:30 to check your phone before looking at him. "3am… Oops." 

Bucky couldn't help but laugh at the face you made after your realization, making you smile at the sight. He looked exhausted and his hair was a mess, but watching him laugh was one of your favorite things. 

"Can't sleep? You look like hell." You asked, your hand reaching to gently brush some hair out of his face, tucking it being his ear. 

"Hot and full of sin?" He joked, leaning into your lingering touch where the pad of your thumb stroked the shell of his ear lovingly, the rest of your fingers gently scratching behind it.

His comment made your eyes roll, amused by his comment. He didn't want to talk about it, noted. At least he was okay enough to be joking.

"Wanna stay with me for a while?" You smiled at him, your hand now leaving his skin to grab the remote from your side.

"What are we watching?" Bucky directed his curious gaze to the screen, watching the video get restarted as he got comfortable beside you. 

"Uh… painting conservation. I discovered this channel last night and apparently I can't stop watching." You explained as you lifted your legs to rest them on his lap, his hands following to rest on top. 

"You spend too much time with Steve, doll." He concluded before paying attention to the man on the screen talking about why staples are bad for the canvas.

You smiled at his comment but didn't respond, your attention going back to the video and relaxing with the delicate brush of his fingers on your bare legs. 

You both fell silent after that, just enjoying each other's company. You didn't even register when his hands had stopped his ministrations but you did notice when his head fell to rest on your shoulder. He had fallen asleep about 15 minutes into the video.

A smile inevitably appeared on your face at the sight. You had never seen Bucky sleep since Steve brought him back from Wakanda, so it looked like you weren't moving from there tonight. 

Afraid to disrupt his sleep, you made yourself comfortable and carefully moved your arm to let his head fall to the side of your chest and drape it on his shoulders.

You felt Bucky stir in your arms and you unconsciously held your breath, thinking he was about to wake up. But he didn't. His free arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tight. Still asleep. You let out the air you had locked in your lungs and allowed yourself to relax again. 

With Bucky adorably sleeping on top of you, you couldn't focus on the guy on the tv screen you had been carefully listening to for the past few hours. The lack of concentration and the weight and warmth of Bucky's thick and muscled body ended up lulling you to sleep too.

You were alone when you woke up, a blanket carefully draped on your body. Rubbing off the sleep from your eyes, you looked down to find a patch of already drying drool on your chest that had been previously covered by the blanket. 

The thought of Bucky waking up and being mortified of having drooled on you made you chuckle.

You looked at your surroundings as you got up when you saw the still steaming cup of coffee on the table with a note next to it. No sign of Bucky or anyone else.

Thanks for the best sleep I had in months, sorry for crushing you for hours. And for the drool. 

                                                       -B

You had slept through all of it, but Steve and Sam had found you both tangled with each other after their morning run and Bucky had woken up by the sound of a photo being taken. 

He would've strangled Sam, but when he looked at your sleeping figure, he only managed to untangle from your warm body while he whispered all types of curses and scowled at his friend.

Bucky kept cursing as he filled his cup of coffee while both Steve and Sam find amusement in his behavior and how red he was from blushing. While drinking his cup, he started to prepare one for you, just the way you liked it. It was the least he could do.

"Delete the photo, birdbrain or I swear I'll-"

When he turned around, Steve was already pushing Sam out of the kitchen, who was ready to further tease Bucky if it wasn't for their blond friend.

"He will delete it. Don't worry about it." Steve reassured him. "Training's in 20, by the way." He let him know with a wink before disappearing from his sight. Steve was one of the few people who didn't tease him about his evident crush and he couldn't be more greatful for it.

Bucky nodded and hurried to get a post it from the fridge door to leave you a message with your coffee and make sure you were tucked in before leaving for training.

On his way to the gym, his phone pinged.

Sam: make a move already, you two look cute. (I'll delete it, but I thought you'd like to have it ;) )

Bucky stared at the picture on his phone for way too long until Steve's Captain America™ voice coming out of the training area snapped him out of it. 

He wished you'd invite him to watch those videos again. Or anything, really. He just hoped to end up waking up in your arms again.

God, he hated to admit that Sam Wilson was right about something, but he was. He had to make a move already.