#old-fashioned drunk drabbles

[wintermischief]

Bucky Barnes x Reader Fluff One Shot Fic Recs

last updated: january 20, 2023

18+, MDNI.

My favorite fluff one shot fics. May contain implied smut, humor and a tiny bit of angst but they all end happily. Mostly Bucky Barnes x F!Reader and GN!Reader.

❗️ PLEASE MESSAGE ME IF YOU’D LIKE ME TO REMOVE YOUR FIC OR IF I MADE A MISTAKE❗️

L-O-V-E @ofstarsandvibranium

Your best friend confesses his love for you. Inspired by the song "L-O-V-E" by Nat King Cole. (bestfriend!bucky, friends to lovers)

Magnets @skyeisawitch

What does every metal arm need? A good bit of decoration. (established relationship)

My Girlfriend, The Worm @vivwritesfics

You ask Bucky the worm question. Like the old man he is, he answers wrong. (established relationship)

Boyfriend Material @urimaginespimp

Bucky tries a pick up line on you. (mutual pining)

Under The Covers @imagines-for-the-fangirls-soul

After sending Bucky an inappropriate tweet, you and Bucky make blankets to cuddle under. (established relationship)

Cat Dad Of The Year @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky is not winning Cat Dad of the Year award after he comes back to you and Alpine from a mission. (established relationship)

Twenty Questions @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

You ask your Bucky twenty questions to distract him from his thoughts. (established relationship)

Drunk Words Are Sober Thoughts @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky gets ahold of Asgardian mead and starts drunkenly flirting with you. (drunk!bucky, mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Starry Starry Night @jobean12-blog

Some nights it’s hard to sleep but you have an idea that might help both you and Bucky. (mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Beefy!!! @jobean12-blog

Bucky catches you working on your doodles. (beefy!bucky, established relationship)

A Russian Proposal @writingsoftheloser

Bucky proposes to you in Russian but you have no idea what he is saying. (established relationship)

Sweet Like Syrup @thepsychewrites

Bucky runs out of syrup, which means that he’s now dragging you along to the store with him to get more, and no, he doesn’t care that it’s one in the morning. (roommate!bucky, bestfriend!bucky, mutual pining)

Pocket Angel | Drabble @buckyalpine

Bucky reveals another side to him when he tells the other Avengers that he is dating you. (established relationship)

I’ve Got You @majestyeverlasting

Life's always sweeter when you're by each other's side. (established relationship)

After @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky takes care of you after sex. (established relationship)

Lover Boy @writingsoftheloser

A series of sweet moments with your own personal gentleman. (established relationship)

Singing In The Rain | Part 2 @bucky-bucket-barnes

You leave the Compound to go home on a stormy night. Barnes isn’t too keen on the idea of the new girl riding home all by herself in such weather and decides to drive you home. (technician!reader, mutual pining)

Tiny @bucky-bucket-barnes

Bucky is an absolute sucker for his girlfriend. (beefy!bucky, short!reader, established relationship)

Sunday Morning @sleepypanda27

A simple Sunday morning at Bucky’s place. (established relationship)

The Apprentice @chrisevansredbelt

You are an apprentice for Bruce and Tony. Bucky falls in love with you. (engineer!reader, mutual pining)

Enchant @sweetascanbee

Enchant; 1: to influence by or as if by charms and incantation; bewitch or 2: what you do to Bucky without even trying. (established relationship)

Laundry Day @onceuponastory

Bucky finds a way to make laundry day a little more...exciting. (established relationship)

A Little Old Fashioned @gogolucky13

Bucky is a bit subtle in telling you he likes you. (mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Buchanan. @barnesmurdock

You're the only one who can call Bucky "Buchanan". (mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Take Me Higher @buckychrist

Who knew that the way into the big broody super soldier’s heart was through his unmet need for a good cuddle? (avenger!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Practice Makes Purrfect @navybrat817

Bucky has an important question to ask. (established relationship)

I Think I Wanna Marry You | Part 2 @likeahorribledream

During an after party at the Tower, you’re introduced to a new side of your best friend: Drunk Bucky. And Drunk Bucky has it bad for you. Really, really bad. (drunk!bucky, mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Just A Little CrPush @sidepartskinnyjeans

You can't take your eyes off him, but you're pretty sure he doesn't know you exist. All you two really need is a little push. (mutual pining)

Cake @itsapeterthing

You and your boyfriend Bucky Barnes head down to the Wilson residence for a barbecue. Sam’s nephews adore the both of you and as you watch Bucky play with the kids you’re ready to tell your boyfriend that you’re pregnant. (pregnant!reader, avenger!reader, established relationship)

Three’s A Crowd @itsapeterthing

When you come down to visit your boyfriend, Bucky Barnes, at the Wilson residence and see his interaction with Sam’s nephews firsthand- you can’t help but entertain the idea of having a family of your own with the super soldier. (established relationship)

Relax @itsapeterthing

While the Avengers help you and Bucky move, you attempt to help carry something only to have your overprotective husband get in the way. (pregnant!reader, avenger!reader, established relationship)

All Things Pink @bucky-barnes-diaries

Bucky being the sweetest boyfriend by bringing you flowers on your birthday. (established relationship)

Baby @ugh-supersoldiers

After you spend the night at Bucky’s for the first time, you drop a nickname that turns the ex Winter Soldier into a blushing and stuttering mess. (established relationship)

Teddy Bear @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

When Bucky goes away on a week long mission, you gives him your favourite teddy bear. Bucky sends you text and photo updates everyday until he gets home. (established relationship)

Oversized @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

You order an oversized hoodie in the mail, and your teammates are obsessed with how cozy it feels, especially Bucky. (bestfriend!bucky, mutual pining)

Why Is She Wearing My Hoodie? @writing-soldiers

Bucky tries to figure out the reason behind his missing hoodie one day, relishing in the idea that might be a win-win situation for both of you…but what might that lead to? (avenger!reader, mutual pining)

I Won’t Break @bethdutten

Just a few moments that reminded Bucky why he loved you. (avenger!reader, established relationship)

Roses And Plums @foreverindreamlandd

Bucky asks you to be his date to Scott and Hope’s wedding. (mutual pining, friends to lovers)

Sweet Dreams @onceuponastory

You fall asleep on Bucky. (established relationship)

[lilliumrorum]

Soap with a stoner S/O

A/n: sorry I haven’t checked my inbox, I didn’t think anyone would see my account so I haven’t really been looking, but here you are!!

Soap x Stoner!reader

CW: use of marijuana, Alcohol. Sex is mentioned.

Before you both had even acquainted he could smell it on you

He thought nothing of it at first, believing that someone must have smoked next to you.

it wasn’t until he saw you being reprimanded for being under the influence during a mission that he finally understood.

When you both eventually talked to each other he noticed your glossy red eyes darting back and forth

After breaking the awkward barrier of being just teammates, he was more comfortable with your habit (He’d never really been around weed due to its legality)

He would snag you extra food if you had the munchies

Found it adorable the way you smiled when you ate the food he brought you

If you were ever too stressed he’d offer to pick up your workload so that you could get stoned and relax

The night your relationship changed was when you and the 141 had went out for drinks

Johnny knew you weren’t really a drinker, so he came up with a fun little dare

He walked over to where you sat and ordered you an old fashioned

When you went to question his actions he revealed his plan

He wanted to get as drunk as possible with you, and then once you two headed back to your room he would get high with you.

You didn’t just get drunk, you were hammered

Just kept laughing at your intoxicated state

When you both made it back to your room (he had to drag you) you couldn’t even get your bong because you couldn’t walk. You lazily clutched your hand towards the closet and whined

”What’re ye reachin’ for lass?”

You explained that the bong was too far for you to grab and that you were too dizzy to get up

He let out a laugh and got it for you

Looked at it like it was a fucking Scientific container and frowned when you giggled at him

Was mesmerized when you took it from him and showed him what to do

Actually called you an engineer (its literally the easiest thing and he still brings it up)

When you held it for him he looked into your eyes as you lit the bowl

As soon as he inhaled he almost coughed out his soul

You tried to explain how he can’t swallow it and how he actually has to inhale it

Once he did you made him take a long puff

Gagged at the taste

Snatched the water bottle off of your night stand

Within 5 minutes he was already zoned out

You decided to get baked as well, too drunk to count how many times you hit it

Your vision was still blurred and you were very light headed, words started spilling from both of your mouths

Many of them being things you would not say sober

Soap started babbling about demolitions

Asked if you’ve ever thought of being involved with anyone of your teammates

”I’m jus tryin’ to fill the silence Bonnie”

the silence was imaginary because he’d been talking your ear off

When you admit that you’ve thought of him being involved with you he almost jumped up and off of your bed

Had the biggest most shit eating grin known to man

“In what way lass!?” He asked energetically

”in every way.”

You were way too honest with that answer.

He was too high to even comprehend what you said.

Passed out on your thighs

Now it’s a routine, you both get drunk and high every weekend

Loves high sex

Is very soft during

Also loves cuddling and watching whatever is on if there is a tv

Another note: Sorry, I didn’t know whether to do HC style or to write a Drabble, so I opted for the HC Layout.

[chaneajoyyy]

SIR LEWIS HAMILTON FANFICTION

down bad series, forever is a long time series, obesessed with you series, revindicare series, flight rendezvous, bad for you mini series ( with 'where you belong and what happened in hawaii"), try me, daddy's got you, the artn of eating p*ssy, maps, super soaker, safety net, give me besos, full throttle, full throttle extended, cupid's kisses, touch starved, what kinks lewis has, "do i feel good daddy? you like that?", "look at yourself", cockwarming lewis, sinful and unholy thoughts 1&2, anal exploration, picture drabble, picture drabble 2, first time after pregnancy, never too mad at you, marks, case closed, it's been a while- @mauvecherie-writes

plus baby makes three, she calls me daddy now, one night; 1,2,3; if this is love... mini series; a long time coming series, just do it, show me, 4am drunk calls, forever & ever & ever & ever --- but not right now, lil' love, true peace, thirsty or parched series, taste the rainbow, love will remember, anon ask 'imagine... headcanon, forgive me, i am not a sinner mini series (search lewis hamilton fanfiction)- @royallyprincesslilly

i'll teach you, family hair day (search lewis hamilton x reader)- @shaytheeprettiest

, prompt list 8 "you said you wanted to be my friend", prompt list 7 "can you read my essay?", pormpt list 9 "can you pick me up?", it's just us against the world' jealousy, jealousy (search lewis hamilton imagine)-@thisismeracing

between us series (with: when our eyes met, clubbing night, i want you, not your girlfriend, commitment, grenanda, paddock time/paddock queen (2), tension/you got what you wanted/memories, yacht day, carnival days, you could never be me, paris fashion week, abu dhabi, welcome to namibia, halloween party/my little bunny, feels like vegas, welcome home, what are you afraid of? parts 1 and 2, bikini posts, wrong one, more tna a face, unimpressed, no matter how much they want it, i want it more; a part of you, lewis birthday, long distance relationship, confession, world champion, surprising paiama, twins dream, chocolate never tasted that good, family dinner, i know your secret, rovos rail, first red carpet, i wanted to protect you, just you and me, broncos game, pillow talk, friendly- @peyiswriting

cuff it, breaking point series (search: lewis hamilton x black reader)- @hopefulromantic1

instagram au, y/n pregnant headcanon-@words-4u

imagine series- @writinginfinite

the hamilton series- @yourstrulynix

bubble baths; god, i love you, motivate, wildside, we're meant to be, you're all mine, lace fantasy, baby angel, temporary fix/2, mykonos, partition, my champion, dress, the 1 series, purple frosting, baby steps, moments, on his thighs/ 2 (on his tongue), toffee- imthebadguyyy

call it what you want series- l@lew8s

lazy mornings, miami, fighting and making up, love songs, premiere, knight in a black race suit- @theundercoversquid

soft, soulmate shorts series- @itsfeckinwimdy

our cave, collapsing/epilogue, feel so close, freefall, in our humid afternoon, feel its idle hum, til kingdom come, ocean blue, when we're cheek to cheek (i feel it in my teeth), lay all your love on me, lights out, slow show, out your hands on me, between days, only now i see the light, a familiar home, take me back so tenderly, i stand in ruins behind you, both our skin, just the two of us, short form fics (lh)- @lewisyellowhelmet

the final push, matchmaker (search: lewis hamilton x reader)- @justjams2003

getting eloped (search: lewis hamilton)- @venus2eros

expect the unexpected, the best mistake, worth the wait-(search: lewis hamilton imagine)- @pierregas1yx

tiny hands (search lewis hamilton x reader)-@bellinghamilton

untouchable/2, the merc boys (search lewis hamilton)-@yungbludz

good boy- @tamix44

out of time series, acquainted series, professional series, rendezvous series, old flame series, forbidden fruit series, ina another life, miami, how do i make you love me?, the edge, into the nght, teammated, between friends, violet skies, ordinary life, the teacher, la petit mort, wicked games, rescue me, paris, his attention, boy dad, did it work?, our spot, the stranger, you know better, birthday girl, you're mine now, trouble, cabin in the woods-@lostinlewis

anonny ask: parents lewis x reader, anonny ask: breal, anonny asks: teasing, after hours, anonny asks: morning fun, off limits, anonny ask: post wedding s*x, anonny ask: babymaking, anonny asks: possessive!lewis, anonny ask: more than friends, anonny ask: overstimulation-@paradisehamilton

sweet escape series, falling through the cracks (search: lewis hamilton fanfic)- @lvis44

graduation- @saintslewis

antartica, workplace crushes and life lessons, little white lie, living the dream- @formula-hamilton

***IF YOU HAVE LEWIS HAMILTON FICS HIT MY LINE!!!***

[hiraya-rawr]

DILUC MASTERLIST

back to character m.list

must read = ❤️

❤️ I love you so // two // three // four // extra // extra // angst fic // neglected, sickly wife trope and a man who doesn't know how to show his love

Loyalties 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // mature mini series // you're his lover and an undercover fatui

Family Agenda 00 // 01 // 02 // 03 // 04 // 05 // concept series // having more than 8 kids with him

❤️ "Hands off! I'm taken!" // fluff fic // in which he gets drunk and you pick him up

❤️ Little Star // SAGAU fic // the creator doesn't want diluc, everyone knows this (everyone is wrong)

The painter’s muse // soft fic // where reader comes from a family of painters for the ragnvindr family

❤️ Friends don't do the things we do // fic // you patch up the darknight hero

Suddenly // mature horror-mystery fic // he's trying to find you (he might be too late)

I love you in every universe // playable reader drabble // diluc never notices you, until your player co-ops with a diluc main

Secret Valentines // SAGAU imposter AU fic // he hides you

Sly Villain 01 // 02 // brainrot+fic // rewrite // you're a harbinger with an obsession

physiologically reactive // brainrot // dendro MC burns every time diluc touches

End game // short // Mondstadt is in ruins but he loves you

With a blind s/o // old hcs // He's super rich and overprotective // hcs

You're the "girl best friend" // old hcs // did he lose his chance or was there ever a chance at all?

Torture // mature fic // he gets tortured and comes home to you

Sly Villain // old fic // you're a harbinger and the darknight hero caught your interest

diluc gets a new skin // drabble // playable reader

❤️ Drunk Creator SAGAU

s/o fell first, diluc fell harder // drunk brainrot

diluc's fashion; by the maids // ramble

diluc & attachments // brainrot

dating diluc // brainrot // ft. protective little brother kaeya

ragnvindr reader's first crush // brainrot // crushing on albedo but your brothers are diluc and kaeya

youngest ragnvindr // 02 // brainrot // imagine the exhaustion of being their sibling

reassurance // not xReader brainrot

In Another Life // not xReader drabble

diluc has to choose between reader or kaeya // brainrot

crepus has to choose between kaeya or diluc // not xReader brainrot

diluc's your husband but kaeya is more present // brainrot

melt reactions with kaeya // not xReader brainrot

to appease diluc // not xReader short

Enemies to lovers // brainrot

ripping up a contract marriage // short

❤️ Housewife (SAGAU)

Beloved sickly wife

Triplets // Triplets (2)

❤️ diluc has a king sized bed

baby fever // ramble

kätzlein mc + tcg

mirror maiden mc

diluc's instagram

endgame

[sixhours]

Firsts - Bath

Anna’s firsts, a series of fluffy drabbles set in the One Day at a Time universe.

Rating: Everyone Series tags: The Last of Us, The Last of Us (HBO), Joel Miller x f!OFC, soft!Joel, no really super soft!Joel, Joel is a sap, mostly follows canon, fluff, fluffy baby stuff, no really this is sickeningly sweet, tooth-rotting, don't forget to brush your teeth Word count: 1.3k

Notes: I promise it's just fluff this time. Sickly sweet with a dash of humor, nary an angsty cloud in sight. Joel thinks of Sarah but it's not sad.

You can also read Firsts on AO3.

~*~

Anna is eight days old.

“She smells,” Charlie says, handing the baby to Joel on her way to the kitchen, a stack of towels tucked under one arm.

Joel frowns. “I just changed her.”

“She needs a bath,” she says. “With soap.”

He takes an experimental whiff off the top of Anna’s sleepy head. She smells like mine , he thinks, that unique combination of scents that turns something in his animal brain to mush.

Then he takes another sniff and catches it. It’s still mine …just gone a little sour.

He’d forgotten how wrinkly newborns are. They find dried milk in the creases of her neck, her arms, even between her toes, and none of their gentle sponge baths seem to catch it all.

It doesn’t help that Charlie’s milk came in with a vengeance on day three, her letdown overactive and eager, and she drenches the kid if she doesn’t latch right away. The first time the poor girl took a firehose of breastmilk to the face, her parents choked on their laughter until they couldn’t breathe, then panicked that they’d drowned her–never mind that she couldn’t have drowned because she was too busy screaming at the top of her lungs at the indignancy of being hungry and soaking wet.

It’s been a long eight days.

But yesterday the umbilical stump fell off, revealing what Joel dubbed the world’s cutest belly button, and today the kid smells, so it’s into the bath she goes. With soap.

Charlie fills up a basin in the kitchen sink with warm water while Joel divests the milk-drunk and drowsing baby of her pajamas.

“Sorry, kiddo,” he mutters as she wakes and fusses at the air’s first contact on her bare skin. He never noticed how drafty the old house was until Anna came along. If they’ve learned anything about their daughter in her short time on this side of the womb, it’s that she hates to be cold. The fireplace roars in the living room and Joel tosses on an extra log to keep it that way, but the window over the kitchen sink is old and lets in just enough of the winter air to be uncomfortable.

He makes a mental note–soon forgotten, because everything is a hazy mess of nights bleeding together right now–to re-insulate that damned window.

When the basin is full and they’ve triple-checked the temperature, he lowers her squirmy little body into the water and concentrates on holding her upright, one large hand cupping the back of her neck. They used to have bath seats for things like this, he thinks, but one has not magically appeared in the multitude of baby things left at their doorstep, so they’ll do this the old-fashioned way.

Anna doesn’t seem to mind at first. Her little brow furrows curiously as Charlie starts to rub down her limbs with a bar of goat’s milk soap.

“She looks like you when she makes that face,” she says.

He mock frowns, mimicking Anna’s expression until Charlie snorts a laugh and flicks soapy water at him.

“She has your eyes,” he murmurs, nudging her with his shoulder.

“Most babies have gray eyes when they’re little. They’ll probably change.”

He shrugs and quietly hopes they don’t.

“S’not so bad, huh?” he murmurs to Anna, trying to remember if he’d done this with Sarah, but he can’t reach back that far–clouded by thirty-five years with sleep deprivation on both sides.

He does remember baths when Sarah was older–kneeling next to the tub with his two-year-old as a small tidal wave of a splash crashed over him, water all over the floor, coming away with his t-shirt and jeans soaked, lightly admonishing her for the mess but unable to suppress his smile at her delight. He’d done bathtime in his boxers after that.

But Anna is less than delighted and getting less so with every pass of the washcloth. She kicks out with a whine, legs pushing against the basin, and water splashes down the front of Charlie’s shirt.

“Baby girl,” Joel murmurs, trying to keep hold of her slippery form as she wriggles. He can almost feel the protest rumbling up her body, her little stomach going taut with a deep breath. Charlie gently brushes the cloth over her head, and that’s the last straw. Anna’s wail is deafening.

“Shit,” Charlie hisses softly. “I know, sweet girl. Almost done.”

The baby is rinsed and wiped down in a rush. Joel plucks her from the basin and puts her on his shoulder, patting her dry with the softest towel he can find. She yells her displeasure into the crook of his neck.

“I know, I gotcha,” he mutters, picking up one of his flannels that they modified to use as a swaddler–one of the good ones from Bill and Frank’s that gets softer and softer with every wash, the buttons snipped off so the sleeves can wrap around her tiny body like a hug. He takes her to the couch, closer to the fire, and wraps her into a soft, tartan-clad burrito.

A red-faced and furious burrito.

Charlie looks down at the front of herself, drenched. “I’m going to change. I need a shower, but—”

“Take your time,” he says, but he can barely hear himself over Anna’s cries. “I got her.”

“You sure?”

He’s not, but he’s supposed to be the experienced one, so he nods with a confidence he doesn’t feel. “Go, clean up. She’ll calm down.”

Charlie goes reluctantly, and Anna does not calm down, her cries growing more frantic with each passing minute, causing Joel’s stomach to clench and twist. It’s a visceral, rising panic, animal brain telling him she’s hurt and he needs to fix it .

He’s killed men in cold blood without breaking a sweat, but the wail of one helpless infant could bring him to his damn knees.

He moves closer to the radiant heat of the fireplace, shushing and swaying and patting her back through the flannel, but she’s worked herself into a state. She fights at the swaddle which is quickly coming undone. Eight days old and she’s already so strong, he thinks, a momentary flush of pride clouded by anxiety.

“Alright, baby girl,” he soothes, wracking his overtired brain.

In a flash of inspiration, he moves her to the crook of one arm, freeing his other hand to fumble at the buttons on his shirt. He undoes the first five, then unwraps her and presses her squalling form to his bare chest, skin to skin, before re-covering her back with the wrap.

It’s the shock of the sudden change more than anything, but it has the intended effect. Anna quiets, little legs and arms still moving of their own volition, toes digging into his belly and pushing like she’s trying to climb him. Her head bobs, mouth seeking, and he chuckles.

“Not gonna find what you’re lookin’ for here, little one.”

She makes a tiny sound, a frustrated huff, but there are no more tears, at least for now. He sways and hums softly with her cheek pressed to the center of his chest, fluffy hair all mussed from her bath and tickling his chin.

Charlie comes downstairs a few minutes later, toweling her hair, looking at them with wide, anxious eyes.

“Is she out?”

“Think so,” he whispers, craning his neck to try to see the baby’s face. “She just wanted to be warm.”

Charlie’s smile is soft as she trails her fingers down Anna’s flannel-clad back, a rare moment of peace that makes Joel’s heart flutter and skip against his ribs.

The quiet is short-lived, however, as he feels a warm, wet stream trickling down his chest and stomach, soaking the flannel wrap where he’s holding Anna’s diaperless bottom.

Charlie presses her lips together, stifling a laugh as the fabric darkens under his hand and the baby begins to wail. Again.

“Knew I forgot somethin’,” he grimaces.

“I’ll clean her up,” Charlie sighs, lifting the squalling child in the soiled flannel from his arms, then planting a chaste kiss on his nose for good measure. “Guess it’s bath time for everyone tonight.”

[rav3nmuse]

Muse’s likes of the Month!

This is a month old and I forgot about it but oooh well. Added some more fics to it tho so enjoy

MISC 💙:

German mascato - This wine was sooo tasty! I decided to treat myself and it was worth it. The notes of lychee is what sold me. Worth $18 but you can prob find cheaper elsewhere.

This meme // honestly yahh that’s all I just felt it very deeply .

Manhwas & Webcomics & Manga Corner:

Helja and the Lich King by @thebigpalooka //webtoon/webcomic - fantasy style read. Theres love betrayal, magic and more. I read this story like every week story telling is really good.ongoing

The Invisible Man and His Soon-to Be Wife // manga - office romance between an invisible man and blind gf. Sets place at a detective agency. The world is filled with mythic creatures and humans. This such a cute read.ongoing

The Fantastical After-School Writing Club // webtoon/manhwa - this an archenemies to fictional lovers. These teachers take on a job to teach these kids how to write. They literally get sucked into the stories the kids make. Funniest shit ever also something suspicious is going on in with the kids and the town ppl. ongoing

Songs & Albums🎧:

This artist deserves more streams! The quality of their music is good.

This was a fantastic album. All the good modern rnb jazz feels

Books & Fics 📚:

That Time I Got Drunk and Saved A Demon by Kimberly Lemming // book - A funny and smutty reread. I love black women being loved on by hot male leads set in fantasy worlds. Also love a good monster romance. I’m waiting for book 3 in the anthology to come out this week.

Plaything By @nymphoheretic // fic - demon slayer hantengu x fem slayer reader. I’m a monster fudger till the day I die. A foursome done soooooooooooo well.

Choso Drabble By @preciousamethyst // fic - choso x plus size y/n. This was so funny! I’m happy you wrote it. Remember she’s and they’s - be his sleep paralysis demon. Never let him

High Fashion By @bussyqueensblog // fic - deku x plus size y/n x kiri. Ooooooo this latest chap was soooo freaking good and smutty! Love a black plus size girl in a throuple to infinity. Y/N is living my my dreams.

Miguel O’Hara Drabble By @privateparty3 // fic - Miguel o’hara x black fem chubby reader. Yoooo this was soo fucking good and smutty. Villain x good guy. And they have babies - LOVE! haven’t even seen the movie yet but this fic made extra feral for this man.

[adoresope]

Spencer Reid

The shoebox under the bed @thatgirlstrawberry

when he knows he loves you @radiant-reid

write it down @moonsreid2

bee’s recommendations @slowburningechoes

little riddle @cacoetheswriting

Swing and a miss @stairain

A drabble from @radiant-reid

His picture in a golden locket @luvingspence

Furniture Shopping @irndad

Another drabble from @radiant-reid

Fixation @thegettingbyp2

I can help @emmys-writing

A special kind of man @spenciegoob

I love you zoo @shemarmooresfedora

Can’t be your secret anymore @shemarmooresfedora

Deja Vu @kleftiko

i can't stop thinking about spencer reid x bimbo!reader 💓😭😭 @reidsweetener

Dad bod @radiant-reid

A drabble from @beelmons

Lucky @talaok

pov: spencer is absolutely in love with you, but he loves your pussy almost as much ♡ @hornyhornyhimbos

Smut drabble from @cottontears

drunk but oh,so in love @gtgbabie0

Smut drabble from @0anonnymouslyours0

rockstar treatment @gubler-me-up

nemesis @babymetaldoll

fact check @gubler-me-up

total geek @gtgbabie0

damn he’s so cute @justawritterwithideas

worry-free @radiant-reid

apple slices @radiant-reid

unlucky in love @criminalmindzjunkie

absolutely @once-upon-an-imagine

A drabble from @junipers-archive

come and save me now @stairain

truth of a lifetime @stairain

ecstasy @reidbae

old fashioned @stairain

spencer reid kink collection (smut obvi) @foxy-eva

there’s 100% i’m gonna marry you @dream-a-little-bigger

thunderstorms @astrophileous

A drabble from @reiderwriter

more than words @reiderwriter

Remedy @foxy-eva

Summertime Service @pinkiceee-prose

Show You What Devotion Is ❤️‍🔥 @reiderwriter

Stress Relief @foxy-eva

Breaking Rules @hannibals-favourite-meal

Hunger @mydearzero

Mean It @pastanest

A Drabble from @luveline

Another Drabble from @radiant-reid

[love-minor-poltergeist]

fem reader this, fem reader that. (/lh, /nm) can i get a king dice x nb!reader(no booba but female genetalia)? i wanna see how my favourite minecraft headed dumbass reacts to his s/o who likes formal wear. regular clothing would be a white polo, black pants and combat boots. if ya dont wanna do this, its fine ^^

A/N: Do you think anyone made a minecraft mod where they just replaced all the dirt blocks with King Dice’s head. This question has been haunting me since I read this. Jokes aside though, I’m incredibly sorry that this took me so long to get too– please, please, please feel free to message me to let me know if there’s any adjustments you’d like me to do! It’s only fair!!!

Also, I wasn’t sure if you wanted a batch of hcs or if you wanted a small drabble/ficlet, so I opted for both to be safe! Granted, the drabble ended up deviating from the prompt slightly. Again, shoot me a message if you want me to rewrite anything!

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King Dice:

Oh, King Dice loves it. 

Fashion had always been a fondness of Dices’. While he’s not the type to obsessively follow the latest trends (he is the one who sets them, thank you very much), Dice has found himself steadily growing a collection of men’s fashion catalogs. All the while circling various articles of suits, shirts, and accessories he’d like to see you in; even going as far as to jot down a few notes/ideas of the various looks he could make for you…

Most of which are the standard things you’d expect from him: “This would be a good color for them”, “Good for our upcoming date!”, “They’d like this”, and “This’d make their butt look cute”, etc. 

Was it selfish of him to want to dress you up like his little doll? Perhaps. On the other hand, Dice can’t really find it in himself to care too much. Especially since it stroked all of the possessive parts of his brain just right. 

Would 100% let you borrow some of his clothes. Not only do you look gorgeous in most of the clothes he owns, but it also leaves his mark on you~

If you happen to get rather comfortable stealing his clothes, then the die isn’t afraid to threaten to steal some of your own. Granted, some of your shirts end up looking like crop tops on him. But he pulls it off well.

Treasures the small moments of dressing up together. Small gestures like helping you with a stubborn tie, buttoning up your shirt while you rubbed the sleep from your eye, or your smaller hands smooth out any wrinkles on his suit— all of it means the world to him. 

A bit unnerved of your combat boots. The rugged leather and jagged teeth soles are a far cry from the smooth spats he’s accustomed to. He’s lovingly dubbed them your “shit kickers”.

------------------Bonus Drabble: “Honeytrap”--------------------

King Dice had a penchant for pretty things. 

If it was a priceless painting, he’s quick to take it for himself and seal it away in his office; a treasure for his eyes only. If it’s a high-end watch, he’ll have it on him at all times. Taking great care to casually adjust the cuff of his suit to show a sliver of sterling silver; unafraid and unashamed of flaunting his prize. 

The same could be said for the souls who caught his eye. Be it a pretty woman or a strapping man or anything in between, it was of little importance to him. What the King wants, the King gets.

It was a song dance as old as time. Dice meets someone new, he flirted and charmed them, whispering sweet nothings and empty promises. Hapless lovers are left drunk off the honeymoon period, eagerly drinking in the Dice’s affection as if it were an endless river of wine. Sooner or later, the drought comes. King Dice grows bored. The initial thrill of his latest catch fades away. Leaving behind a stale taste in his mouth. He kicked them to the curb. Wash, rinse, repeat.

He’s the flame that melted the candle. Pain wrapped in a velvet-lined box. A nightmare dressed as a daydream. 

Because once the King decided he fancied a potential lover, it was bound to end in heartbreak. 

So when he spotted you across the barroom floor, seated at the counter and idly stirring your drink, the die thought he had found himself a new notch on his bedpost. 

Oblivious to the wry smirk that formed on your lips, eyes alight with devious intent.

Two could play at that game, bitch.

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[happybird16]

A short little soft and sweet drabble on something that happened to me a couple years ago! I couldn’t come up with a name for it.

Levi/ Gn reader

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Alcohol mention, that’s it.

Note: I wrote most of this on my lunch break today lol.

On your first date, Levi didn’t drink.

It’s not something you’d really noticed at the time. Head buzzing, tongue thick with the taste of delicious red wine, you’d been far too enraptured by the man sitting across from you.

The tight, button up shirt had taken no prisoners. His sleeves rolled up to reveal firm lines of muscle and blue spider webs of veins. Conversation flowing easily, his eyes, dark and enchanting, had seemed to pull you in. You could think of nothing else.

Months later, countless restaurants visited in the passing weeks, you finally take notice.

For your as-often-as-possible dinner -and sometimes even lunch or breakfast- dates, you’ve settled into a routine of picking a place at random. As long as the reviews seem decent and the cleanliness seems up to code -Levi’s insistence, he hates food trucks with a passion- you try whatever place you can find from a random Google search.

It’s a small little pub today, out of the way and barely populated. It’s cute, decorated with hanging bare light bulbs and little wooden knick knacks. In fact, everything is made from dark wood, from the walls to the table and chairs. You like the nice, homey old fashioned feel of it, especially compared to the bland spartan setting most expensive restaurants have.

Sitting across from you, Levi immediately hands over the tiny ‘today’s drink specials’ menu that the waitress had left on the table. Staring down at it, the realization suddenly strikes you: Levi never drinks. Sticking to tea or water, he never so much as glances at the alcoholic section of any menu in all of the places you’ve visited.

You suddenly feel unsettled, staring down at the stiff off-white page in your hands. The laminated paper suddenly seems impossibly heavy.

Your mind whirls with possibilities.

Maybe he’s just a lightweight. It wouldn’t be too unexpected given his smaller stature, the booze quickly filling his veins and making him loose-lipped and lackadaisical. He could also be an embarrassing drunk, a prospect that excites you.

Or it could be for religious reasons, though he’s never spoken about such things. Or maybe it’s even family related, the result of a bad experience with an addicted family member. The thought makes you feel bad for casually drinking in his presence.

It’s not too big of a deal, if you need to stop for him. It’s not like you drink too often anyways. Normally just a glass of wine here and there to unwind, perhaps even an occasional cocktail to keep the excitement flowing through your veins during a girl’s night.

Though, it could even be as simple as Levi not liking the taste. You certainly remember disliking the acrid burn of booze when you’d first started drinking, the overwhelming taste making you cough and wheeze. A finicky man, it’s certainly a likely possibility.

Still, it feels odd to be drinking alone. Now that you’ve noticed, it weighs on you like an itch you just can’t scratch. The waitress will be back soon, but now choosing a drink from the page seems impossible.

Gaze straying to the man across the table, you can’t help the breath that catches in your throat. Now matter how many times you see him, the sight of your boyfriend always leaves you stunned.

Winter having recently arrived in a snowy flurry, Levi is dressed in a thick wool sweater. The fabric is tight, carefully fitted to curve around his smaller frame. You should feel at a loss, with less of his perfect alabaster skin bared for your gaze, but instead you drink in the sight eagerly. He looks so warm and cozy, comfortable in the plush fabric.

“Levi,” you start, voice cautious and steady. Headless to your own intention, you fiddle nervously with the menu in your grip.

“Hmm?” Levi grunts, glaring down at his own menu. Always a picky eater, it consistently takes him absolutely forever to decide on an entree, even if he always looks up the place beforehand.

“Do…,” you hesitate, unsure of how to word the question. “Is there a reason you don’t drink?”

Levi’s sterling eyes stray up to meet yours, wide in shock. “Ah,” he says, ears burning with a tinge of red. “You -er- noticed that.”

“Is it a family reason? Should I not be drinking in front of you?” You vaguely remember him mentioning a ‘shit-bag’ -his words- uncle, but you aren’t sure if alcohol was ever an issue with him.

“No no,” Levi assures with a wave of his hand. “Nothing like that.”

Levi’s words have done little to calm the lingering worry in your heart. “Why then? Is it me? Are you not comfortable…”

“No!” The word comes quickly, a bit too loud for the quiet ambiance of the establishment. Quiter, Levi continues, “I’m more comfortable around you than I’ve ever been with anyone.”

The raging anxiety eating at your insides finally calms, like a roaring thunderstorm fading into the distance. “Why then?”

The blush coloring the tips of Levi’s ears spreads, pink dusting across his cheeks. “It’s…embarrassing.” The words are surprisingly hushed, his silver eyes quickly darting away before meeting yours again.

“More embarrassing than that time you kissed Erwin?” It’s Levi’s most humiliating moment -according to him- one you dragged out of him late one night when he was particularly drowsy.

Levi cringes, face twisting up at the memory. “I shouldn’t have told you about that.”

“I’ll never let it go,” you chime in a sing-songy voice.

Levi grunts in response, pale skin darkening further. You have no doubt it’s spread to paint his neck and chest with splotches of pink. “You're going to laugh.”

“Really? Now I’m intrigued!” You can’t help but lean forward, enjoying the light pink dusting his face.

“It’ll be easier to show you,” Levi states with a heavy sigh, waving a hand to flag down the waitress.

Tucked up along the back wall of the little pub, it’s amazing how quickly she spots the signal, coming over almost immediately. “Hi again! Are you guys ready to order drinks?”

“Yeah. What did you want, sweetheart? The wine?” Levi asks, using the term of endearment he knows always makes your heart race.

“Oh!” You quickly glance down at the drinks menu again, slightly bent from your nervous fingers. “I’ll have the raspberry liquor hot chocolate.”

Levi hums at your choice, no doubt holding back a snarky comment about your chocolate addiction. “I’ll have a scotch on the rocks.”

The waitress takes her time to write down your orders on her notepad. With a hum, her gaze sweeps Levi before she asks, “Can I see your ID, sir?”

Never breaking eye contact with you, Levi quickly reaches into his back pocket to procure his wallet. Flipping the leather open with a smooth flick of his wrist and pulling the plastic from its sleeve, he hands it to her. “Here.”

The waitress takes it, glancing back and forth between the card and your boyfriend several times with a click of her tongue. She bends it, the plastic creaking audibly in protest, as she accesses the ID.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone get ID’d so hard before. Levi gives you an exaggerated grimace, eyebrows tilting up as if to say ‘see’.

“Uh…I’ll be back real quick sir,” stutters the waitress, before she quickly shuffles towards the back of the establishment.

“She left with it!” you note, struggling to keep your voice low in your surprise.

“That happens sometimes,” Levi explains, unperturbed by her quick exit. “She’s probably going to show it to her supervisor. They’ll both be back in a moment.”

“You get ID’d a lot?” you question. “I’ve never seen anything this intense before.”

“Every goddamn time,” Levi spits with a roll of his eyes. “I’m in my fucking 30’s and I’ve never not been ID’d. They always think it’s fake! It’s embarrassing.”

Struggling to keep to a quiet chuckle, you laugh, “That’s why you never drink?”

Levi nods his head before speaking, “It's always a whole scene. I feel like an out of place teenager the entire time.”

You can only imagine how anxiety inducing it must feel, his skin prickling hot with nerves and anger. Levi certainly does look youthful, in more than just his stature. Despite the fact that he’s often scowling, his face is smooth and free from any lines of age or worry. Still, you wouldn’t dare think him underage. “That’s hilarious! It happens every time?”

“Mhmm,” Levi confirms with a hum. “Maybe it’ll stop once I start growing grey hairs.” With the words, Levi gestures to his inky locks, shining even in the low light of the pub.

“If you ever do! Your mom certainly hasn’t. You could just be doomed forever.” Only having met her a handful of times, even in her 60’s Kuchel -who wants you to call her Mom but you struggle with it- seems youthful and vibrant. “Oooh, I bet they still size-check you at amusement parks!”

“Hey-” Levi chides, lips turning up in a barely-there smile. Despite the stiffness in his jaw, there’s very telling crinkles around his eyes that betray the fact that he’s enjoying your banter.

Unheeded, you continue, “This isn’t nearly as bad as discovering you’re bi by clacking teeth with your best friend.”

“Fucking-“ Throwing his head back, Levi sighs over dramatically. “Do me a favor and never remind Erwin of that.”

“Oh I definitely will.” Your words bring about a full, beautiful, fond smile. Now that his reason for not partaking is out in the air, Levi seems more relaxed, his shoulders loose and his face open. It’s a rare sight, especially in public.

Heart hammering in your chest at the sight, you love him, you can’t help but think. It’s not a new revelation, but certainly not something you’ve ever said out loud. Suddenly you feel like you're bursting at the seams to let the words loose. This isn’t the place though, not in some cliche little restaurant and certainly not in public. You’ll tell him later, when there’s nothing between you but bed sheets.

Eyes full of scorching warmth, one of Levi’s hands reaches across the table to clasp yours, the thumb gliding smoothly across your knuckles. “Thank you, for this. For taking it all in stride. I know I can be…tedious at times. Part of me was afraid that the sheer awkwardness would ruin things.”

You love him. You love him. You love him.

The words burn hot on the tip of your tongue, desperate to leak out, so instead you say, “Levi Ackerman? Afraid? As if!”

You can see why he’d been so tentative in the first place. Had this been the first date, or even the second, and you’d been less familiar with one another, the awkward silence while waiting for his ID to be returned would have been excruciating. It’s already been over ten minutes since the waitress left and still there’s no sign of her return.

Part of you wonders if it’s ever ruined things before, you know his height has been an issue with previous dates. Given his hesitation, you're willing to bet it has. “Were you just gonna not drink forever then? Was that the plan?”

“Maybe…,” Levi starts, lips pursed in almost a pout. “I’m sure there would have been some sort of holiday gathering eventually where it wouldn’t have mattered.”

You smile, struggling to picture him sipping cheap beer at your regular family barbecues. “So you’ll be ordering with me from now on?”

“If you're okay with dealing with the whole rigamarole, sure.” Levi shrugs, eyes dark and fond as they bore into your own.

“I bet you're a lightweight,” you tease, squeezing his hand in your own.

“As if,” Levi scoffs. “Though admittedly it’s been awhile-“

“Oh, here they come. You were right, she brought the manager,” you interrupt, spotting a sharply dressed older woman following behind the waitress. As they approach, you spot the white plastic of Levi’s ID clasped between two of her fingers.

“Would you mind if I cause a bit of a scene?” Levi asks. “Sometimes if I bitch the restaurant will end up comping my meal.”

“That sounds like fun!” This whole thing certainly was a bit much. You understand carding is necessary but jeez. To another couple, this could have been a real disastrous stall to an otherwise lovely evening out. “I’ll help!”

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, December 3rd

DOYLE: So that's it then? That's your exciting plan for this evening? A book? ANGEL: I get enough excitement. DOYLE: Yeah - of the evil-fighting variety. How about a little off-duty fun? ANGEL: Such as? DOYLE: (pushes Angel's feet off the desk and sits down on the edge) Two beautiful words: Sports Bar! Angel gives him a look, turns his chair so he can put his feet back up on the other corner of the desk and goes back to reading his book. DOYLE: Come on! You know they have Trivia games on the Internet now? You can challenge against drunks around the world.

~~The Bachelor Party~~

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With Arms Wide Open, Chapter 19 by jaybird023 (Buffy/Giles, E)

The Scoobies, Chapter 8 by heckate (Ensemble, T)

Lyin Eyes, Chapter 6 by ValMccall797 (Buffy/Angel, E)

Moments that Make You: The Hero and The Princess, Chapter 100 by myheadsgonenumb (Cordelia/Doyle, T)

Gemini, Chapter 4 by BuildMeUpButtercup_x (Buffy/Angel, M)

Eurotrip, Chapter 9 (complete!) by RavenLove12 (Buffy/Spike, M)

Strings, Chapter 13 by aliceinwonderbra (Buffy/Faith, E)

Her Old Fashioned Boy, Chapter 17 by Bobbie23 (Giles/Jenny, T)

Breaking Broken Hearts, Chapter 6 by Jess_Ann_Perreault (Jenny/OC, T)

is it over now? Chapter 5 (complete!) by ripslayer (Buffy/Faith, G)

Every Rose, Chapter 5 by sunalso (Buffy/Spike, E)

Agency Has It's Price, Chapter 2 by desicat (Buffy/Spike, M)

Advent Calendiles, Chapter 3 by HAL1500 (Giles/Jenny, G)

Love Bites, Chapter 1 by cawthraven (Buffy/Spike, E)

Disease, Chapter 1 by guin_ramble (Buffy/Giles, E)

Crash and Burn, Chapter 26 by NautiBitz (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Bound, Chapter 54 by RavenLove12 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

New Normal, Chapter 28 by holetoledo (Buffy/Spike, Adult Only)

Dead End Plots, Chapter 25 (complete!) by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Not Just a Boy and a Girl (It's Just the End of the World), Chapter 2 by noctilucent (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Home Sweet Home, Chapter 5 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Agency Has It's Price, Chapter 2 by Desicat (Buffy/Spike, R)

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A Very Summers Winter, Chapter 3 by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Spuffy's Little Helper, Chapter 3 by Alyot (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

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"There are so many capable men... and all they can think to do is rob a convenience store? Kinda weird... you'd think a group this big might just, y'know... have bigger goals than that... You're all sick. And you need a cure."

Fics

Birdhaul

Can’t walk *hints of NSFW*

Puppy

Contortionist

No need for using sunblock..?

Drunk yet loyal

His mother...

Genuine actions (kid Kai)

Her brother / Revenge for her brother

The overhaul is NOT  a toy!

Is not what it look like...

Evermore (Yandere Overhaul)

One or three bottles of saque

Lies to impress (Kid Kai)

End,,?

Bean boozled challenge

The bet

Obvilious (Kid Kai)

Arguments and three days of suffering

Sharing the bed

Baby fever? Is he sick?

Suffering due to the silence

Fighting bullies (Kid Kai)

Pretty vacuum

Running for nothing (Overhaul)

Touch starved

Nightsky and tears from his angel’s eyes

Kiss on the cheek (Kid Kai)

Jealous of Chrono

Hangover on angel’s arms

Trying to be romantic

Morning after

Corona time (stay safe everyone!)

Fallen angel...

The triplets

Someone who can trust and perhaps... more? (Kid Kai)

Kitty cat Overhaul

Memory lost

He is going to be taller (Kid Kai)

Period at the night

A tear from the devil’s eyes, could bring an angel back to life

Is that all you can do?

I see you now...

Accidental hit

Waxing legs

Fieldtrip buddies (Kid Kai)

Bedclouds of an angel

THE TALK (kid Kai)

Kitty kitty

Sweet sleepy mumblings (kid Kai)

Inviting you to prom (Teen Kai)

Another jealous Kai

Can he get her back?

Struggling on how to propose

Deaging quirk

Period pains

save or not save Mimic and rappa? That is the question

Rough day

Late night confessions

Harsh attitude

Not stopping me

Lost brother

All infatued with his angel

Stay with me until I fall asleep....

Elbowed on the face

Accidental first kiss

Not so pointless day

Baby Kai

Kiss by accident (Kid Kai)

Angel “BROKE UP” with him (kid Kai)

Sick day

Comfort

Airport confessions (kid Kai)

Hidden child

Cold hands, warm heart

Dabi as his angel’s best friend

A broken arm (Kid Kai)

Cat onesie (Kid Kai)

Only by a miracle

Accident

Jealous of Nemoto

Baby angel

Pro baseball player S/o

Animal crossing fun

Sweets (Kid Kai)

SFW Alphabet Overhaul

Never let go

Damn spider...

Send to the future (Kid Kai)

I may be cruel but I loved someone...

Car accident

“Who is this~?”

Was just a dream... (follow up to “cherish it or hate it?”)

The perfect maid...

Rest on the fort

Friendly vaccum (follow up to “pretty vacuum”)

Sixtuplets

Visits...

Take the mask off

Cupcake (Kid Kai)

Not her...

A father figurine

Never meant to be... (kinda Chrono x reader as well)

Unexpected

Hospital’s visits

Defending him (Chubby Overhaul)

The price...

Feeding

I object!

One life for the other

Drabble 1; Drabble 2; Drabble 3; Drabble 4

Replaced..? (Kid Kai)

Run run lost boy (kid Kai)

Reunion (some kid Kai on the start)

Hcs

Him overhearing his angel breaking down in front of Chrono

His angel is a secret assasin

Anemic S/o

Hard working S/o

Overhaul’s twin brother crushing on his angel

s/o that has Myasthenia Gravis

S/o that plays the piano and the guitar

S/o with super strenght quirk

Angel with poor memory

Fillipino S/o

S/o that scratches her neck like Shigaraki

The yakusa towards Overhaul and his wife

Mute S/o

Mexican S/o

Belly dancer S/o

Pointing out the tan lines

Angel with sensitive teeth

Makeup artist S/o

Black S/o

His angel having their kness on a bad condition

Ginger with blue eyes S/o

German s/o

Reacting when you take your bathrope off

Painter S/o

Hardworking S/o

Helping you calm down while your sister is in labor

S/o having a kitten sneeze

How they like to dance with their S/o

His angel having nightmares

S/o with a god complex

hm losing on Shogi by his angel

Bad mental health S/o

Kai with a pool

Old fashioned S/o

Telling that your pregnant by message.. by mistake

S/o scared of intimacy

Having to take care of his kid

S/o that draws clothes and has victorian style

S/o who is a famous sniper

S/o who is fragile

S/o who is distracted easily and dissapears

Random drunk headcanons

No one knows S/o is quirkless

Constantly tired S/o

Sensitive to the sun S/o

Gamer S/o introducing him to yakusa games

Chubby S/o

S/o who likes Hello kitty (Exception I do readers only fem and gender neutral)

Bored S/o

S/o insecure about using glasses

Not a bit insecure S/o

Taking care of wounded S/o with their child

Nurse S/o

Toothless like quirk S/o

Sensitive S/o

S/o that goes “ara ara~”

S/o that likes to gamble

Dealing with your bullshit 😂

When he forgets your anniversary

Quirkless S/o that ceme from the woods

Meme queen S/o

His reaction when you get bullied (Kid Kai)

Shiggy”s sister

Drabbles

Au's

Not again...:

‘The worst’ prologue / part 1 / “Who..?” part 2 / Not happening part 3 / Only over by my cold and dead body part 4 / The end..?

Arrangements:

part 1 part 2 part 3 Part 4

His protege:

part 1 ; final

No quirks, Chisaki as a nurse

part 1; part 2

Lost

part 1/ final

[boliv-jenta]

The Thief x f!reader.

New Year's Eve Drabbles

Warnings: kissing, alcohol consumption. Smut warning for follow on chapters.

New Years Eve was supposed to be magical. The precipice of a new year. A new year full of possibilities and potential. Personally you just liked the idea of underling the old year along with any negativity from it. You never tried to build up the year ahead too much, through fear of disappointment. You certainly didn't get your hopes up for a magical evening. Even in a mansion that screamed to be the set for a fantasy film. Yet here you were, feeling pretty damn magical as you let a stranger kiss you at midnight.

A few wrong turns making your way back from the bathroom had let you to him. He stood by a roaring fire, the shadows from it danced along his profile. It was strikingly handsome. His hair and beard added a softness to his strong profile. His dark brown eyes were captivating as you mumbled an apology. He'd waved it off and asked you did you believe in magic. His large hand shuffled a deck of cards as he did so. You thought he would ask you to choose one as you let out a tentative yes. In a blink the cards were gone replaced by a bottle of wine. A lot of people at the party may have been drunk, you weren't one of them. Instantly you tried to workout how he did that trick. The bottle was too large to fit up his sleeve. His full lips quirked up in a smirk. "That's only a small taste of the magic I have in store for you." As pick up lines went, it was pretty cheesy but somehow he made it work.

"Really?" You shot him an amused smirk.

"All you have to do is spin the bottle and I will fulfil some of your desires, the ones that burn under your skin while you are alone at night."

The room became warmer as you sat next to him on the luxurious sofa. Almost in a daze you placed your hand on the bottle that he had laid on the table in front of you. It span in the middle of the table, round and round, almost unnaturally. It seemed to go faster and faster until it reached an almost dizzying speed then it stopped. Unsurprisingly, it pointed to your magician. You had to give him points for style. The clock striking the hour made you throw caution to the wind. Your lips met his with a passion you had never felt before. You couldn't get enough of him. Your lips met his again and again.

He seemed similarly affect until he pulled himself away. "Not yet. Spin again."

This time when the bottle spun, there were objects on the table. Small statues, they reminded you of game pieces. A suit of amour. A cowboy hat. Sunglasses. Others you couldn't quite make out in the dark of the room. All detailed. All fashioned from metal. The bottle came to an abrupt stop again. Pointing to one of the tiny statues. A pair of crossed swords.

[c-rose2081]

Protected (Pt.2) || Zeddison Drabble

second part of @sayorseee ‘s drabble request for hospital hurt/comfort!

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Waking up started slowly. 

Zed’s whole body was aching from head to toe, and there was cotton stuffed into his skull and throat. He mostly had questions floating around: what happened? Where was he? Why was he unconscious? You know, the usual questions one might ask if they were in this sort of situation. Like his waking, the memories began to trickle in like a broken tap. He had been taking Addison out to Seabrook Lake for a celebratory picnic. They had gone on foot, as the weather was good despite it being Fall. She looked beautiful, as she always did, and they were talking about the best plays from the Homecoming game the night before. Obviously something happened between them walking to the lake, and him getting here, that he was missing. But now, a new question overtook every other one he previously had. 

Where was Addison? 

Suddenly that slow awakening was a rush of emotions. Addison. Where was Addison if he was here? Feeling his undead heart leap in his chest, Zed forced himself to consciousness on willpower alone. He had no idea where he was. There was no lake. There was no sky or ground. He was in a sterile, white room, with ceiling tiles above, and a hard mattress below. His body felt cold like ice, which wasn’t all that unusual, but where was his jacket? Where was he? And where was Addison? Sitting up with a forceful grunt, Zed cringed in pain at how badly he was hurting. It felt as though the entire football team took turns trampling him. He wasn’t feeling this bad on the way to the…Zed paused. 

They never made it to the lake. 

Between one blink and the next he could remember everything that happened. They had been jumped by four Eastside players. They were drunk and angry; looking for a fight. Zed recalled how chilling Addison’s panicked screams had been. His girlfriend being scared didn’t ever sit well with him, and so he tried getting to her. But he was severely disadvantaged, what with it being three against one. And, having hacked his z-band the night before for the game, hacking it again wasn’t a good idea. Not with his adrenaline pumping, and no one else around to stop him if something went horribly wrong. So he fought back the old fashioned way. Based on where he was now (hospital, he realized), that obviously didn’t work out very well. 

But where was Addison? 

She wasn’t in the room with him. Logically, Zed knew she probably just stepped out for a second, but his fear for her safety was through the roof. Hastily, Zed grabbed the various tubes and wires attached to him, removing them all in a single swipe. The machines all began to alarm, but he didn’t care. He needed to find his girl. Pivoting on his hips, Zed stood up, only to instantly regret it. The cotton in his head apparently wasn’t due to mere drowsiness. Zed grunted and nearly took a nosedive, but someone caught him before ever reaching the floor. 

“Dude, what the hell are you doing?” 

Wyatt? 

“Wyatt?” Zed asked out loud, “what are you doing here?” 

“Making sure you don’t totally eat it, apparently,” the wolf chuffed in humor, pushing Zed backwards and forcing him to sit back down on the mattress, “you aren’t supposed to be up. And let me tell you, the ladies running around here are anal as hell about protocols.” 

“Where’s Addison?” Zed insisted, moving to stand only to get shoved right back down, “I have to find her right now…” 

“Dude, chill out. Addison is…well, doing better now. She’s right next door.” 

“Doing better?” Zed panicked, “oh god, what happened to her? I have to see her right now…” Zed moved again, only to be shoved down a second time, “knock it off, Wyatt! I have to see Addison.” 

“She’s fine, man. Willa and Wynter are in there guarding her…” 

“Guarding her? Why does she need to be guarded? Wyatt tell me if she’s ok!” 

“I’m not telling you anything until you calm down,” Wyatt hissed in annoyance, “it’s not good for your health.” 

“I don’t care about me,” Zed growled, “but I’m calm, I swear. Just tell me what’s going on.” 

Wyatt didn’t look fully convinced, but sighed and slumped his shoulders anyway. 

“You’re both in pretty rough shape, alright? Physically Addison’s just a little bruised, and may have a bit of a concussion. But Eliza told me she had some sort of episode earlier? I don’t exactly remember the words she used. 

“Episode?” 

“The hospital ladies couldn’t get within ten feet without Addison completely flipping out. They gave her some sort of medication to help her sleep it off.” 

Wyatt shrugged as though this was commonplace, but Zed’s heart was once again in his throat. Was Addison that terrified of being here? And he hadn’t even been there for her, “I probably shouldn’t have told you that,” Wyatt mused the minute Zed began to move again, this time with even more strength and driver then before, “Zed, would you at least let me help you get there so you don’t break your nose?” Wyatt pleaded with him, “the ladies in the white coats already don’t like me. They can smell fear.” 

“Fine. But we’re going right now.” 

“Yeah, I got that part,” Wyatt scoffed, rolling his eyes as he grappled Zed’s shoulder. They began to walk, and Zed would never admit it, but he was completely winded by the time they entered the next room over. As Wyatt had said, Willa was sitting in a chair near Addison’s bed, while Wynter was sitting on the mattress running her long nails through the girl’s pale hair. Addison was in a hospital gown, just like him, but had no machines attached to her. She was just deep asleep, with a big white bandage across her face, and a permanent furrow to her brows. 

“Wyatt, you were supposed to keep Zed in his own room,” Willa chided the minute they entered, “what kind of guard dog are you?” 

“A bad one,” Wyatt answered, “look, Zed was coming in here whether I wanted him to or not. The least I can do is keep him from breaking something else.” 

“You’re the worst,” Willa groaned, glancing at Zed and nodding, “how are you feeling, Zed?” 

“Like a mountain fell on me,” he admitted, shuffling closer to have a look at his girlfriend. His anger flared in his chest at the sight of deep bruising across her collar and throat, “is she ok?” 

“Not resting very well,” Wynter admitted quietly, “she’s missing you.”

“Well I’m here now,” Zed sighed, only for Willa to stand and hold her arm out before he could close the distance and reach the bedside. Zed was expecting to be stopped. To be ordered back into his own room. But the elder werewolf merely frowned, and tipped her head to one side as she snarled.

“We want to find who did this. Teach them what happens when you mess with the pack.”

Normally, Zed didn’t encourage violence. Especially not werewolf brand violence. But, seeing Addison crumpled up into a motionless ball, and him feeling wrung out and left to dry, he merely nodded his head. 

“Do it. There were four of them. Football players from Eastside. I couldn’t tell you their names even if I wanted to. Their scents should be all over my clothes if you can find them.” 

“We’ll take care of this,” Willa insisted, “come on Wyatt.”

“Right behind you,” Wyatt grinned, giving Zed a pat on the shoulder, “you’ll be alright, guy?” 

“Fine. Give them hell for me.” 

The boy nodded and showed his fangs excitedly, running after Willa who was already out the door. Wynter, who stayed behind, stood as well, “thank you for watching her,” Zed frowned, “is she really ok?” 

“Not really,” Wynter admitted, “but she’ll be better now that you’re here. I’ll go wait outside, give you some time alone.” 

“Thanks.” 

Wynter nodded, glancing back at Addison before smiling tersely and leaving the room. It was quiet now, and Zed sighed heavily as he limped to the side of the bed. Addison was tense, even in sleep. Her lashes were twitching; they did that when she was having a nightmare. Grunting in pain as he sunk down to the mattress, the zombie very slowly hoisted himself into the bed. Addy was tiny, and didn’t take up much space, so there was plenty of room for him. Scooting over so their hips touched, Zed nearly jumped as Addison moved for the first time since his arrival. She turned to face his chest, grabbing onto the front of his hospital gown and whimpering. 

Right; nightmare. 

“I’m right here, babe,” Zed mumbled, wincing in soreness as he gently tucked Addison up against the flat of his chest. She fit perfectly there; their legs intertwined with her head nuzzled into the underside of his jaw. It was a very intimate position, and anyone walking in on them may not approve of it. But Zed didn’t really care. Instead, he focused on running his fingers through Addy’s gentle white curls, and caressed the bandage on her cheekbone. 

“...Zed…” she murmured in sleep, twitching harshly against him as though ready to start fighting him. 

“Here, Addison,” he responded right in her ear, kissing the part of her head closest to his lips, “I’m here.” 

“...sorry…” she croaked with a teary whine, curling deeper into his chest, “I’m so sorry.” 

“No. No sorry’s. Not your fault. Sleep, I’ve got you.” 

Addison shifted again, and for a moment Zed thought she was pulling away from him. But she settled back down just as fast, her whole body melting into the mattress as though whatever weight she’d been holding had just vanished off of her. Zed knew they would need to have a very long conversation when they were both aware enough; but for now, he was just happy to be holding her again. Because she belonged right here with him, where he could protect and love her.     

Content and complete, Zed sighed and relaxed, drifting off in a few seconds with the smell of Addy’s skin floating through his brain.

[starrykitty013]

Hi! if you have the time, can you give us some good old fashioned Levi, Strange, Wong and Peter scraps? tysm! hope you're having a good day <33

Sorry for the late reply, break has been kinda hectic.

I am having a pretty good day, I start classes tomorrow (well technically they started today but I don’t have class on Monday this semester which is kinda epic) so I wanted to get my ask box cleared.

Also idk if you meant Loki instead of Levi, if it wasn’t a mistype I’m sorry, but either way this little blurb is more between doctor strange and Peter with a little Wong and Loki.

It takes place after No Way Home and Multiverse of Madness, so yea, idk this is unedited so I’m sorry for any typos but honestly I kinda had fun writing this, I’m surprised I could come up with a Drabble concept without a prompt but ig I felt inspired.

Anyway, sorry for rambling. Here is the Drabble.

Enjoy!

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“Okay, I know how this looks but you have to hear me out before you get mad.”

“I’m very tempted not to listen.” Doctor Strange said, looking completely bemused at the decievingly small child in the red onsie that was holding up a clearly drunk slim demigod that had showed up to his doorstep. He had half a mind to slam the door, but honestly, he was kind of curious and it was a slow day at the sanctum anyway. Spiderman always happened to bring a tad bit of fun wherever he went, but he also tended to bring trouble too - despite the kid having the inability to ask for help unless it was offered, don’t get Strange wrong, Spiderman worked well with others but it wasn’t his default mode; he always had to be prompted into doing so , but then again so did the rest of the hero community. Looks like he decided to cut out the middle man and go straight to the trouble

“Come on, isn’t like part of your code to give people shelter or something.” The kid tried to convince.

“That’s nuns.” He said blandly.

“Really?” the kid Asked innocently Stephan actually wasn’t quite sure about that, he wasn’t very religious.

“Wong won’t be pleased.” Cause inviting the god of mischief \, who already had a spotty track record of steal powerful artifacts, into a sanctum full of forbidden and protected magic did not sound like a good idea on any day, but if said god was drunk. Yeah, Wong would be mad.

But it might be fun.

“How did you even find him like this?” Spiderman tended to find himself in a lot of strange situations, none of which had any sort of protocol. Then again, Spiderman wasn’t really known for following any sort of rules given to him. A trait that had Stephan a little envious at sometimes, because despite his rigid discipline that is required to learn and maintain the mystic arts, Spiderman is still somehow more morally stable in most regards while having virtually no discipline.

The boy shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. I just found him outside the old Stark tower like this when I went to investigate a like minor explosion? Which, isn’t crazy that we’ve gotten so used to people falling out of the sky as a society, that no one even mentions it. Like-“ Stephan held up a hand to stop the ramble while they weren’t too deep - though the kid did make a good point - but he knew Spiderman could ramble on for hours if given the chance.

“Why can’t you just take him to your place?” Stephan asked with a raised brow. At that Spidey went a tad stiff in the shoulder before purposefully relaxing. It was odd, that he didn’t know Spiderman’s identity, they had literally saved the universe together and potentially the multi-verse, although for some reason parts of Stephan’s memories from that event were a little hazy. But one thing is for sure, Spiderman knew more than he was letting on. Despite his iron clad secrecy, the kid was incredibly bad at lying. Stephan has tried to confront him, somehow the conversation always got changed. He stopped because it was fruitless. The kid may be bad at lying but goddamn does he have tight lips.

“My landlord probably wouldn’t like that and besides,” Spiderman gestured to the expanse of the sanctum at whole “You were closer and I think you can handle any…mishaps? God that word makes me sound old. “ Never mind that Stephan used that word quite frequently, especially when describing America’s training. Actually in regards to America’s training, Wong has started using it quite frequently too. Maybe she and Spidey could get along. He banished the though because Teen heroes are literally trouble magnets wherever they go, putting two together would probably set off some kind of natural disaster that would devastate half the world and people were still recovering from the snap, without even taking into regard the blip and seriously who was in charge of naming that. “Anyway, yeah you can handle any magical mishaps that may occur.”

“Fine.” The Doctor relented. Better to keep the threat secure rather than let it wonder off with one of the most notorious trouble attracting teens in the universe. He opened the door more to invite them in. Spiderman just stood their awkwardly. “Well?” Stephan raised a brow and Spidey shifted his feet slightly.

“Actually, uhm, I can’t stay. Sorry, I don’t mean to dump this on you. But you probably know how to contact Thor and stuff so maybe you could call him. I’m sorry I really have to go.” And the kid franticly pushed the demigod toward Stephan who barely had time to react as a body drunkly stumbled towards him.

“How dare you, do you know who I am?” Loki exclaimed in a slurred tone.

“What the hell kid?” Stephan exclaimed but when he turned to look back at the door, Spiderman was gone.

“Where did the spider child go? He has vanished, like a witch.” The god demanded. Stephan ignored him as he furrowed his brow in the direction of the now empty doorway. Something was really off about that boy. But he guesses if he had been in the hero game as long as Spiderman has, and are still a kid, he would have some odd quirks too. But Spiderman operated solo, and he knows that he doesn’t really work or answer to anybody. Still, with all his secrets, being that socially isolated from your peers must be stunting to some sort of mental development. Sure, he’s seen Spidey work with other heroes occasionally and more often work with other vigilantes, but no one his own age, cause seriously if that kid is older than 19 Stephan will voluntarily do maintenance for the mirror dimension for a whole year. Besides, he doesn’t think people like Deadpool are the best influences to hangout with, but the kid has a good head on his shoulders so Stephan isn’t too worried about him becoming that type of menace.

And that’s another thing: since when did he care about that kid. Sure they’ve fought together, they’ve saved countless universes together, but Stephan doesn’t even know what the kid’s name is. So why does he care about his wellbeing this much? It’s like, subconscious. Stephan doesn’t really like that thought.

He heard a sigh from behind him and turned to look at Wong, who just looked done as he took in the scene. Oh, the joys of being Sorcere Supreme. When you clean up one fuck up another shows up at your doorstep. Yeah, Strange didn’t miss that part of the job, that’s for sure.

“I’ll contact New Asgard.” He sighed and Doctor Strange took that as his opportunity to shove Loki off him.

“You insolent wench, I will-“

Stephan just walked away.

Maybe the kid could use a few friends his own age. Even if it might cause the end of the world.

Maybe, just maybe, it would be a little worth it.

[stellevatum]

for the drabble meme: the keyword is “omega”

Nar Shaddaa, Sometime After 14 BBY

Nar Shaddaa changed very little little since her last time to the Smuggler’s Moon. Even with the Imps breathing down everyone’s neck, at least the Hutts made it a minor inconvenience-- if you paid enough. Credits? Kar Alor’ade had fair amount to spend-- just don’t eve ask how or where she came by it. Not that’d one could expect a straight, or even true answer. Besides plausible deniability was the name of the game.

Hood drawn up, no sense in being recognized, and thank the Force hoods were still in fashion. Her time here would be brief enough. Off to another world (or another galaxy in some cases), safe and out of the Inquisitorius’ grasp. A glance at the chrono told it was nearing the promised time-- if they missed the window that was on them. Kar watched people come and go; drunks, gamblers, young people out for some fun, droids going about their business.

No Mirialan with children. Yet. Nothing in the Force seemed to focus on her with the sort of intent expected from a contact-- or foe even. The emotions of a planet ebbed and flowed around her, and she was like a stone-- causing it to divert and eddy.

She was getting ready to leave when the contact arrived-- a young adult, no older than her, though she reckoned more on the younger scale. The sort that might have just about finished their training when everything went to osik. She sensed them before they even shown themselves.

“You mask yourself well.” They greeted her softly.

“It’s an old habit.” She remarked plainly, casually.

“Good thing to have nowadays.”

Kar noted the silver and black cylinder just peeking out of their traveling cloak. This was the one she had been asked to meet.

“And the ad’ike?” Kar asked.

“Nearby, safe. Didn’t want to risk it.”

“Smart.” Kar nodded and fished out the package. “Credits, newly forged IDs compliant with current Imperial scanners, tickets off world to the next safe house.”

The Mirialan took the items like they were precious cargo.

“Oh, and the passcode is Omega.”

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Cutie Pie

Thank you lovely @jobean12-blog​ for the prompt <3 I give you Bucky filthy distractions.  Hope you enjoy x

Words: ~300

Warnings: Smut 18+, flirty salacious behaviour

“Stop being so cute.” Bucky grumbled as you rubbed yourself all over him like a cat.  “I’m trying to finish this report.”

You smirked and kept going, getting to your knees beside him and scooting under his desk.  The moment your hands rested on his thighs you felt the tension in his body ramp up.

“I’m warning you, you don’t want to start this now.”  He tried to close his knees but you were already between them, scraping your fingernails over the crotch of his jeans, feeling him stir beneath the fabric.

“Oh, I think I do.”  You buried your face between his legs, kissing over the fabric all the way to where his cock was now straining to get free.

Bucky was frantically typing to get his report finished, losing his concentration, deleting sentences, moaning in pleasure and sighing with frustration when you succeeded in making him write jibberish.

The second you popped his fly he was on his feet, pulling you from beneath his desk.

“That report is due in 45 minutes or Ross will have my balls, now, I got about half an hour of writing to do so we’re gonna make this quick.”  He shoved you over the edge of the desk and lifted your skirt, fingers finding you wet before he’d even touched you.  “You wet for me already cutie pie?”

“I been wet from the beginning.” You moaned as he slipped his fingers inside.  “You look so hot writing your love letters to Secretary R-Owww!”

Bucky laid a searing slap across your ass cheek right before he filled you with his cock.

“Let’s see you be cute when you can’t walk straight.”