#test ask for me phoebe

[2hoothoots]

So I was going through your blog (again) and found some of your stuff mentions fsau Raz having ADHD, as somebody with adhd I’m intrigued, may I have some of those headcanons (canons??) related to that? Also, I would give “a penny for your thoughts” but I’m out of pennies, so here’s various images of a drawing of ur blorbo I put next to my animals, note that a rock had to be added in one picture to keep him from flying away (BONUS: his now permanent place with the wifi guardian frog)

NOTHING brings me more joy than seeing physical drawings of these guys, like, out and about. in situations. thank you for this gift, and ALSO for the great ask because it's a perfect chance to ramble

so first of all, canon Raz having ADHD is very real to me. he's constantly fidgeting and moving around, getting distracted by sidequests and scavenger hunt objectives, always talking to himself out loud, gotta write everything down so he remembers it because there's so much to DO!, running away from home because his dad yelled at him one time and now Raz assumes he must hate him forever... i could go on, but i think there's a lot of room for interpretation there!

in my headcanon, he never got diagnosed as a kid. maybe there were some notes about it in his reports each year, sure - but a little hyperactivity and distractability never seemed to slow him down. he excelled in lessons and on missions, and when he was with his family their performances gave him something to focus that energy into. it was only really when he turned 18 and graduated to a full agent that the cracks started to show.

because there's a big difference between the responsibilities you have as a minor, and the responsibilities you have as an 18-year-old living away from home! one who's expected to cook and clean for themselves, and take care of adult life stuff, and also work the 9-to-5 office job he's just graduated into that involves sitting in front of a computer and write reports all day.

short-term, he found he could get himself to power through a deadline with energy drinks and psi-pops (a lot of psi-pops...)

long-term, something had to give. he was working himself to exhaustion, constantly stressed, swinging between days spent staring at his computer screen doing nothing and all-nighters desperately trying to finish his paperwork before the deadline. it just didn't make any sense to him. he'd finally started his job as a Psychonaut, he was living independently like he'd always dreamed, he'd gotten top surgery after planning it for so long. he should have everything he ever wanted. why wasn't he happy?

following a deep post-surgical depression, about a month before his 19th birthday Raz was living out of his car, couch-surfing or sleeping in his office. he got kicked out of his apartment after falling behind on bills and rent. it wasn't that he didn't have the money, it was all just too much for him to stay on top of.

he'd probably have stayed in that misery hole for a lot longer if Frazie hadn't marched into his life and demanded he let her help him move into a new place, or she was telling mom that he was homeless. together, they sorted through all of his possessions from the last place - everything that had been hastily shoved in his car, or tossed in a box in his office, piled in a heap that was giving him anxiety even looking at it.

things do get better for him from there.

when he eventually explains things to Hollis, she gently suggests that he should get a roommate. he ends up moving in with Phoebe, and they become pretty good friends after a couple months! something about having another person around to help do the chores and wash the dishes and share the space helps, even if it takes him a while to admit it.

he gets his ADHD diagnosis, and finding the exact right medication and dose is a journey he's still on years later - but they're a huge help in getting him to actually knuckle down and finish his work on time. and the whole thing ends up being a chance for him to take a step back and really think about what he wants to do with his life. he'd always assumed that being a Psychonaut was his dream, but he'd never really reckoned with what that dream would look like before.

in the end, he sticks with it, but also decides to follow Lili's example in branching out. he applies to study a part-time Bachelor's in Psychology on a remote course, and gets accepted. juggling missions and paperwork and study and relationships (because the whole thing made him realise he also wasn't setting aside any time for himself, and wow, dating is a thing) is a lot - but he manages to figure it out, day by day.

(Lili comes back to the Psychonauts after graduating. she and Raz have both changed a lot over those four years, but on their first mission together they hit it off like a house on fire - and the rest is history!)

[catastrxblues]

thinking about that time a friend immediately asked me if i was queer after i told her that i lovee phoebe bridgers and boygenius. 8th january 2024, you have definitely found your mark on the calendar

[ashwhowrites]

May I request Robin? The reader and Robin have been sneaking around together and hooking up, but when Steve catches them together he is totally confused because he did not see that situation-ship coming due to the reader only dating boys throughout high school. Steve being a supportive friend tells them to get dressed and meet him in the living room so they can all talk out what he unfortunately (for him) witnessed. The reader and Robin finally get everything that they have wanted to get off their chest about each other and confess that they don’t want to just sneak around anymore but want to be together. Steve is just sitting there in silence but at the end is like, “wow I thought y’all were just doing it. Didn’t think y’all were actually in love.” *cough* Phoebe Buffay *cough* hahaha

I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting 🫶🏻

Love Phoebe❤️

Secrets and sneaking

Y/N had been down bad for Robin since they met freshman year. But she never told Robin that at first. Y/N never had experience liking a girl and it took her many years to come to the understanding of how she felt.

The things she felt for Robin, she never felt towards any boy she ever dated. With the first few guys, she figured it was because of them. But when it happened with every guy, she knew it was something with her.

With her and Robin graduating within the year, she didn't want them to head off to different states and never know what could have been.

Which led her to sneak around with Robin in bed sheets.

Robin had crushed on Y/N for years before she spoke a word on it. Robin watched her date boy after boy, pushing the idea of confessing further behind. It almost felt clear that Y/N was not interested in females at all. To Robin's prayers, something shifted and they got tangled in the sheets.

Neither brought up the conversation they needed to have. Robin was too scared to scare her off, and Y/N was scared to admit Robin was the only person she ever wanted. Robin liked girls and had liked girls. Y/N wasn't sure where she fell compared to the others.

Robin had a similar fear. She was terrified Y/N was experimenting and testing out the waters. Robin was the first girl she was intimate with and Robin didn't want to be used and tossed aside.

Admitting to each other seemed too much. So they slept together and didn't ask any questions. Robin wondered if Y/N was interested in anyone else and Y/N wondered the same. It was an endless cycle of circles, spinning and spinning without an end.

It was a cycle they planned to be on for life because at least it was together.

~~~

Steve always showed up at Robin's unannounced. Her parents were never home and somehow Robin became his best friend, and only best friend over the age of sixteen.

He didn't think of why Robin's door was closed and he didn't think of why he probably should have knocked. He flung the door open and the story on his tongue faded away as his eyes registered what he was seeing.

Y/N was on top of Robin's body, straddling her lap as their lips were locked. Both girls were in their bras and pants, their shirts tossed mindlessly to the floor. Robin's hands were on Y/N's ass and Y/N's hands were in Robin's hair.

Steve could barely believe what he saw. It wasn't a shock that Robin was with a girl. It was a shock that Y/N was with a girl.

"WHAT IS THIS!" Steve screamed, his hands flinging around in the air as his eyes were wide with shock.

Both girls screamed and pulled apart. Robin held the blanket up to their chests, covering the naked skin from Steve's eyes.

"Steve! Get out of here!" Robin said she could feel her skin burning with embarrassment.

"Oh no, you two get dressed and meet me downstairs." He said, his hand on his hip as he closed the door. "And don't think you two can jump right back in. You got 3 minutes!"

~

"Do you want to tell me what I just walked in on?" Steve asked

He stood in front of them as they sat side by side on the couch

"Something that isn't any of your business." Robin snapped

"Rob," Y/N said but Robin didn't care

"No, what we do is none of his business. I'm in the privacy of my own home and I can do what I want with who I want."

"When you make dumb decisions, that is when it becomes my business!" Steve argued

"Dumb?" Robin said as she stood up

They both glared at each other as Y/N remained on the couch

"You know messing around with her is a bad idea," Steve said, trying to keep his voice low

Robin rolled her eyes and scoffed

"Why is it bad?" Y/N asked as she stood up. She was a little hurt by the comment

"It's just...you had never been with a girl before. You've only been with guys and I don't think Robin should get tangled in that." Steve explained

"I'm not tangled in anything! I am well aware of what I'm doing," Robin fought

"Oh, you do?" Steve asked

"I do"

"Oh, you do now?"

"That's what I said dingus"

"Alright, so what are you guys doing?" Steve asked, his hands on his hips as he looked at the two girls.

"Having fun?" Y/N answered, but her tone was unsure. She looked at Robin

"Yeah having fun!" Robin agreed

"Oh fun! No one ever gets hurt when it's just for fun." Steve said as he rolled his eyes.

"No one is gonna get hurt, we both know how we feel and having fun," Y/N cut in

"Oh? So you know she has feelings for you?" Steve asked, his eyes on Y/N

"STEVE!" Robin yelled as she pushed him. She covered her face in horror

"She what?" Y/N asked as she looked over to Robin

"OH! Look at that, you aren't on the same page after all." Steve declared as he clapped his hands.

"That was not your place," Robin said through clenched teeth as she uncovered her face

"Since when?" Y/N asked, she grasped Robin's arm to turn her around

Now they were face-to-face

"Maybe like tenth grade?" Robin shrugged, "But you were always so focused on boys that I figured it was a shot in the dark so I never said anything!"

"Why didn't you after we..." she trailed off as she looked over to Steve, "Um got together." She finished as she looked back at Robin.

"I was scared. I didn't want to know if it was a mistake or not"

"Robin, you would never be a mistake," Y/N said softly, she stepped forward and placed her hands on Robin's cheeks. "I was scared too, that's why I never said anything."

"What were you scared to say?" Robin asked. Her breathing got caught in her lungs at the way Y/N held her face. How close she stood and how deep she was looking into her eyes.

"That I've been thinking about you every day since freshman year. That I've had these feelings for you that I never felt with a boy. That I think I fell in love with you." She confessed

Robin felt her heart race at her words. A big smile reached her face.

"I think I love you too," Robin admitted

They went silent as they looked at each other. Not noticing that they were leaning closer to each other. Just a second away from their lips touching...

“wow, I thought y’all were just doing it. Didn’t think y’all were actually in love.” Steve's voice cut through the moment.

Both Robin and Y/N rolled their eyes as they looked over at him.

"Oh right! My cue to go," Steve said, pretending to tip-toe out of the room.

"He's an idiot," Robin said as he walked out of her house

"Smart enough to see we were idiots," Y/N said

"He doesn't need to know that," Robin laughed. Her laughter died as she bit her lip.

"So uh...did you maybe want to go on a date?" Her voice was nervous as she stuttered.

"Absolutely," Y/N smiled as she leaned in

Steve forever took credit for them officially being together. It was even part of his best-man speech.

[algea]

Ghoul School

prompt: you, Lucky, Phoebe, Trevor, and Lars go to investigate a spirit infested school, but ends badly for you.

Ummm basically enemies to lovers?? idrk tbh LOL

warnings: idk scary stuff? cussing! sexual tension! um you smoke 1 cigarette and thats it. GORE!!!!!!!

a/n: I’ve been thinking of this since I saw the movie…

*THIS IS A SUPER LONG STORY!!!*

“A school? Are you serious, Lars?” You mutter, running a hand down your face and sighing.

“I wish. What’s your grudge against a school anyway?” Lars said, cocking an eyebrow at you as he turned to look at you.

“Well I don’t know, maybe it’s the fact that kids still go there. It makes me sick how they have to experience that while being in an environment where it’s supposed to be safe and welcoming.” You explain, tapping your fingers nervously on your desk. Behind you, Lars sighed,

“Well that’s why we’re going innit? So stop worrying about it so much.” You snapped your head when heard the door open. In trudged a slime covered Trevor, Lucky, and Phoebe.

“Lars, I need your help with something!” Lucky called. Lars stood and strode to her, his eyes lingered on you for a little longer than they should’ve. Trevor had a proton pack on his back, which was slightly smoking from the interior.

"Piece of shit only fizzed when we tried to turn it on, know a way to fix it?" Trevor asked, gazing up at Lars. Lars' face was stone cold, probably because he had to deal with the dumb shit Trevor stirred up.

"First off, it's not a piece of shit. Second off, did you even try to figure it out?" Lars scoffed, eyebrows drawn together in a scowl.

"Give it to me, I'll see what I can do." He sighed, obviously not wanting to deal with him anymore. Trevor basically shoved the proton pack into Lars’ arms, which didn't waiver when he received it. Hot. You thought. Lars trudged to his station and set the proton pack down. He removed the protective covering, and coughed when smoke blasted in his face. You snickered, which earned an unimpressed glare from him. Lucky appeared beside you, ready to talk about what else you've come up with her to test.

"What is it?" She asked, tinkering with the item on the desk.

"You know how there's buckshot for a shotgun? I've figured out how to compress protons into little pellets and create a buckshot-type stream." You explained, showing her how it would work on a sheet of paper. You heard Lars muttering about something, though you brushed it off. You handed Lucky a few pellets, which contained about 12 rounds of buckshot each. She eagerly shot off into the test room, excited to try it out. With nothing else to do, you shuffled behind Lars, peering over his shoulder to watch his hands work efficiently. Lars really didn't know you were there, truly he didn't. So when he turned around to go get something from his desk, he jumped back.

"Good Christ you scared the shit out of me!" Lars exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest and letting out a big sigh. He shoved his glasses back up his face and ran a hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry! I just wanted to watch you work..." You trailed off, staring at the ground in embarrassment.

"Well maybe next time maybe fucking keep to yourself." He snapped, brushing past you, his hand grazing yours. You just stood there, hands clenched and cheeks burning in embarrassment. Phoebe stood next to you, putting a hand on your arm and whispering,

"It's ok, really, he doesn't mean it."

You couldn't help the tear that slithered down your cheek. Blinking away the rest of the tears, you muttered an 'excuse me' and walked outside of the lab. Taking a left, you headed through the doors to the cool breeze outside. Stuffing your hand in you pocket, your hand found purchase on the cig case you had. Sliding one out of it and grabbing your lighter, you lit the cig up and shoved the lighter back into your left pocket. You sat against the wall and pulled your knees to your chest. Hearing the doors open, you see Trevor walk out. He spots you and slides down the wall, sitting next to you.

"It's not your fault. It really isn't." Trevor offered, watching you let out a sigh, smoke going with it. You laugh, dragging a hand down your face.

"Listen, don't ever fall in love, man. Shit sucks." You sighed, resting your head against the cool brick. Trevor started to say something but the rest of the three burst through the doors. Lars was wearing his red jacket, walking towards the car. Lucky was carrying yours in her arm, right on the heels of Lars. He spotted you and Trevor sitting down against the wall. Trevor hopped up, offering you a kind hand. You took it, cigarette still in hand.

"Put that shit out." Lars commanded, crossing his arms. You glared at him before taking a long drag and blowing the smoke out. You dropped the rest on the ground, twisting your foot against it which successfully put it out.

"Happy?" You huffed, throwing your arms out in surrender. He just stared at you before pushing past you to get to the car. 'Bitch' You mutter under your breath. God he’s insufferable. Following them, you hopped into the passage seat. Lucky handed you your red jacket, which you put on before you buckled up. You zipped it up all the way burying your face in the collar. Lars watched you from his peripheral, drumming his fingers on the wheel.

“Are gonna stare or drive the goddamn car?” You snapped, turning to gaze at him. His hand tightened on the wheel and started to drive.

To say that Lars was a good driver was a pretty big overstatement. You were even lucky you made it to the school alive, much less in once piece.

“You are never ever driving again, Lars.” You said, stumbling out of the car as a wave of nausea hits you.

“Stuff it.” He replied, pushing up his broken glasses. You turned your gaze to the school, which stood ominously in the distance. You shivered, which didn’t go unnoticed by Lars. He took a small step closer to you, his hand ghosting the small of your back. You jumped slightly at his feather touch, but relished it. Lars flicked on your switch, making your proton pack hum with the familiar ‘whirring’ sound. You walked to the front steps, pushing open the two massive double wooden doors. You were blasted by a cold air, which you stumbled back from.

“S-shit.” You muttered, hands shaking ever so slightly. You reached for your flashlight, but froze when you saw a shadow figure dart through the darkness.

“Lars.” You whispered, a lump forming in your throat. Lars was off busy helping the others get their packs on, which meant you were the only one at the front. You felt something tugging you forward. You stumbled back into the school following the tugging sensation to a room downstairs.

Lars looked up, about to ask you something, when he noticed you were gone.

“Where the bloody hell did Y/N go?” He asked, looking around. His question was answered when he heard your frantic screams coming from inside of the building. They all looked at each other, then bolted to the building.

The building was absolutely freezing. That you were certain of. The frigid temperature fucked a little with your head, at least that’s what you can conclude. You found that being able to see in the dark was not your forte, which caused you to fall down a flight of stairs.

“OH FUCKING SHIT—!” You screech, tumbling down the stairs. You landed with your head cracking against the cold floor. Groaning, you tried to lift your head, but you felt like you were spinning like a top. You eventually stood, swaying slightly after. You blinked a few times, holding your head in your hands. In the corner of your eye, you could see another shadow figure. It was tall, tall enough to reach the ceiling. It started to approach you, but you let out a scream, starting to run back up the stairs. You felt a push, then you tumbled back down the stairs, smashing your head into the pavement again. You landed on your knee, successfully snapping the bone in your shin. You let out another bloodcurdling scream, spitting out blood in the process.

You felt lightheaded as blood spilled from your shin and lips, dribbling down your chin and neck. You were in too much pain to cry as you crumpled to the floor again. You heard all three of them yelling your name, but you couldn’t yell back. Instead, you pulled yourself across the floor, leaving a long streak of blood as you went. With as much effort as you could muster, you pulled yourself to the steps. It took everything for you to scream,

“LARS!!!”

Footsteps could be heard, which sounded like heavy boots clomping towards you. You clawed at the steps, trying to grip anything that you could to pull yourself up. The blond man appeared in the doorway, shining a flashlight down the stairwell. Lars hair was tousled, eyes wide. You make out how he was panting, as well as a horrified look painted across his face.

“oh my god.” Was all he said. He rushed down the stairwell to get you. You couldn’t make out much of anything, you kept fading in and out of consciousness. His hands, his strong and elegant hands held your face as he tried to keep you awake. Your breaths became labored again as you felt extreme pain rippling through your limbs. You let out another scream, which was muffled by Lars chest as he picked you up and started to rush you outside. One of his hands found purchase in your hair, gently stroking it with his thumb as he ran to the car.

Lars felt like it took years to make it to the hospital. His red jacket was drenched in your blood, but he couldn’t care less about what he looked like as he rushed you into the ER. Immediately after, you were rushed into a room, where you would reside for God knows how long. Lars sat next to Lucky, his face grim. He didn’t care how long he had to wait to see you again, just as long as he could see you. Lars stayed there all night, into the morning to be able to see you. When they told him that he could see you, he ran to your room as fast as he could. There you laid, eyes closed, face peaceful. When you heard the footsteps, you opened your eyes and found the blond man standing in your doorway.

“Bloody hell, I thought I’d never see you again.” Lars breathed as he approached your right side. Your hand lay limp on the top of the bedsheet. He brought up a chair and sat, taking your hand and lacing his fingers with yours.

“I was so scared that you were going to die, I couldn’t bear to see it.” He further explained. You smiled weakly and croaked,

“Are you being nice right now? That’s so unlike you Lars.”

Before you said anything else, Lars pressed a kiss to your lips. It wasn’t your ideal first kiss with him, but you relished the feeling.

“I didn’t save you because I thought it was the good thing to do, I saved you because I love you.” Lars whispered, his nose brushing yours.

“God I love you too, Lars.” You whispered back.

[foxaftershocks]

Hi! I love all your fics for Lars and I saw you were asking for prompts and I was wondering if you could do an x reader one where they are dating but no one really knows yet and they get caught kissing in the lab?? Thank you!

I really enjoyed this one so I hope you do too!

You looked up, glancing over the top of your computer’s screen. Taking a moment to look at the man sitting across from you, a secret smile passed over your lips. Lars’ eyes flicked up, finding yours, and answering smile already pulling up the corners of his mouth. You winked, enjoying the slight flush that rose in his cheeks.

As if in agreement, you both looked back to your own work. Under the bench, his foot brushed yours, knocking against it. The toes of your shoe nudged his shin resting there just long enough to ensure he felt it. One of his legs hooked around yours, entwining them together as his fingers continued to tap at his keyboard.

“Did you log that guy we brought in yesterday?”

You blinked, not realising Gary had managed to sneak up on you. Not that you thought he’d been trying to. Sometimes you felt so caught up in Lars that the rest of the world didn’t exist. He didn’t even bother looking up at he answered.

“Of course.”

Gary’s grin was still firm as he looked between the both of you. You offered him your own smile in return, knowing you were automatically the friendlier of the two. Lars’ sarcasm could push people away. You were a soothing balm when he stung.

“How can you stand being around this guy all the time?” he asked and you hoped his smile meant he was joking.

“Aw, he’s not so bad.” Blue eyes glanced up to you before going back to the screen, “he’s been known to crack a smile on occasion.”

“No way,” Gary said, leaning towards you, one arm braced on the bench.

“He’s even given me a compliment before,” you said, almost conspiratorially.

You didn’t feel the need to mention that one such compliment had come that morning with his arms wrapped around you, soft sheets encasing your body. No one had to know exactly how not bad you found the man sitting across from you. Or rather, no one needed to know exactly how much you liked him.

“Well, now I know you’re lying,” Gary said.

You laughed. A foot nudged you under the table and you scrunched your nose up at the man across from you. His glare was playful and you knew he wasn’t taken it personally. Especially when you would be soothing any wounds the moment you got him alone.

“Did you need something?” he asked, sounding like he wanted Gary to leave now.

“Just curious to see what you know about that little guy,” he said, “Phoebe said something about tests?”

“You haven’t given us time to run any tests,” he replied.

“Anything I can do to help?” he asked.

The look Lars shot him was answer enough. You pressed your lips together, trying to keep your smile from showing. His reputation for grumpiness was well earned.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Gary said, turning to look at you again, “that guy Dan wanted me to give you his number.”

Lars froze in your peripheral vision and his foot shot out, brushing against your calf, hooking around it. You gave a forced smile to Gary.

“Thanks but I’m not really interested,” you replied.

“Go on, just take it. It’s not like you can meet people down here,” he said.

You refused to look at Lars. His foot was still hooked around your leg and you let him tug it forward. Pushing some hair behind your ear, you shook your head.

“Honestly, I’m fine. I don’t want it,” you said.

“You hoping one of these nerds will take you out some time?” he asked.

“Never say never,” you replied with a small shrug, “even Lars might surprise you.”

Gary considered him for a moment, assessing while he was ignored by the man in question.

“Nah,” he said, “no chance.”

You kept your thoughts to yourself, meeting Lars’ eye again. There was a twinkle there, buried in the blue. You loved that look, the one that said he was a smug bastard, the cat that got the cream. And in this instance, you were the cream.

“Unless you’re here to help, which I doubt, please leave so we can get back to work,” Lars said, even though he was still looking at you.

“So Dan’s number?” he said to you.

“I’m still sticking with no,” you replied.

“Your loss,” he said with a small shrug, “let me know when you now more about the lil guy.”

You waved him off. Lars’ snort of derision was not subtle. The smile you offered him was soft, fond, speaking of how well you knew him. If anyone had been around to see it wouldn’t have been subtle. You wanted to reach over and touch him.

“You sure you don’t want to call up Dan? Organise a date?” he asked, keeping his eyes trained on his work.

“Is that jealousy I detect?” you replied.

“Can’t wait for one of us nerds to surprise you,” he said.

“No, I can’t. So it’s good I don’t have to.”

His foot was still hooked around your calf and you kicked out, tapping against his other shin. Blue eyes darted up to you and he softened at whatever he saw on your face. He looked away again and you knew it was because he wanted to kiss you. There was something so powerful about that look.

“I’m happy to tell people whenever you are,” you said, “you’re the only person I want.”

“Clearly no one will believe us if we say anything,” he said.

“Hey.”

He glanced back to you. The frustration was clear and you wanted to make it better. You always wanted to make it better.

“Who cares if they believe us? We know the truth and I’m happy to stop hiding it,” you said.

“Yeah well, you’re the one everyone will be questioning. No one believes anyone would want to be with me,” he said.

“That’s not true. Nadeem literally tries to set you up every chance he gets,” you replied, “maybe I’m the one who’s jealous. Maybe I don’t want other people thinking they have a chance.”

He considered you for a moment.

“They’re all going to think you’re mad for being with me,” he said.

“Then throw me in the asylum because you’re all I want,” you said. He paused a moment, considering you.

“I’ll think about it,” he said, looking back to his work, “this isn’t a no.”

Slipping back into silence, it was easy to let your feet rest against his under the table. Even while working separately, the connection was nice, a reminder than you were still there together.

“Can you look at this?” he asked after a few hours, “it’s not making a lick of sense.”

“Well, no one said you were the brightest bulb in the bunch,” you replied, hopping of your stool.

His fingers pinched your hip when you got close enough and your yelp was quickly stifled by laughter. His answering chuckle was warm in your ear, arm curling around your waist to bring you close again. Your own arm slid along his shoulders as you settled beside him.

“Alright, what bit isn’t making sense?” you asked.

He traced along a graph on the screen, a spike in the middle seemingly coming from no where. You lent towards it, trying to understand what you were seeing.

“Two spikes of energy,” you said.

“During routine monitoring. No stimuli,” he said.

“Check the security footage?” you suggested.

“Nothing there,” he said.

“Concerning,” you said.

“Indeed.”

You turned your head, looking at him for a moment. His eyebrows had drawn together in frustration and his lips were pursed as he tried to work out the problem. You looked back, trying to help.

“That’s the time down there?” you asked, pointing to the x-axis.

“Obviously,” he said.

You squinted at the numbers then chuckled.

“What?” he asked.

“You really don’t notice it?” you asked.

“Notice what?”

You pointed at the time on the bottom, right where the spike of energy came from. He lent closer, cheek brushing your arm.

“This is for the possessor, right?” you asked.

“Why do I feel like you’re asking questions you know the answer to?”

He looked up at you and you found your nose scrunching at him. His easy smile was beautiful, distracting you for a moment.

“What’s your point, love?” he asked.

“That first spike,” you said, turning away from him so you could think again, “would have been during your morning rounds.”

He lent closer again, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with long fingers.

“And that second one would have come during your evening rounds,” you said, tracing the spike on the screen.

He blinked before his shoulders relaxed, shoulders shaking in an easy chuckle. You gave him a soft smile, looking down at his face. He shook his head, seemingly bemused at his own inability to see the trees in the forest.

“Someone might have a bit of a crush on you, Dr Pinfield,” you said, stealing his attention again.

“What do you mean?” he asked.

“Well, I know I perk up when I see you.”

He gave you a cocky half smile, leaning towards you. With your arm still around him, it wasn’t hard. Dipping your head towards him, his chin lifted until his lips were a hair breadth’s away.

“I might have noticed a certain spike in your energy when I enter a room,” he murmured.

“Have I mentioned I have a massive crush on you?” you whispered.

“Once or twice.”

His lips claimed yours, searing and swift. You hummed into his mouth as his arm tightened around your waist, pulling you as close as you could get without sitting in his lap. Your hand was on his chin, keeping him tipped towards you as your tongue swept into his mouth.

“What the fuck?”

You drew back, working hard to remind yourself you were still at work. Even after months with him, you found it too easy to lose yourself in Lars, especially when his lips were on you. Gary was staring at the two of you, eyes wide, mouth hanging open. Lars hand slid from your waist to you hip, keeping you close as you stared back, not sure what to say.

“Is this because I said Lars couldn’t surprise me?” he asked, wandering closer.

“You think that’s the only reason she would kiss me?” Lars asked and you realised that he wasn’t shocked like you, but already on the defensive.

“Isn’t it?” Gary’s goofy smile was not doing good things.

“Lars and I have been together for a while now so no, if anything, I wouldn’t ever kiss him just to prove a point to you,” you said, “I do it because I want to and so does he.”

“Well, hey, that’s great. Congrats. Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.

“Because it’s no one’s business but ours,” you replied.

“And to keep pricks like you out of it,” Lars mumbled, just loud enough for you to hear.

“So when I told you about Dan…?” Gary asked.

“You were basically hitting on me for someone else in front of my boyfriend,” you said, “yeah, not ideal. Quite awkward I’d say.”

“Sorry about that,” he said.

“Yeah, well, clearly you thought I had no chance,” Lars said.

“I didn’t know you wanted a chance,” Gary said with an affable shrug.

“Who wouldn’t want a chance with her?” he demanded, “are you saying there’s something wrong with her?”

“I don’t think he’s saying that,” you said, running your fingers though his hair, tugging at the nape of his neck.

“Of course not. Just didn’t think you were the kind to date,” Gary said.

“I’d stop talking now if I were you,” you said to him before Lars’ acerbic reply could cut him.

“Good idea,” he said, “so no update on the lil guy?”

“Nope,” you replied.

“Yeah, you’ve been a bit busy, huh.” His conspiratorial smile only seemed to rankle Lars more.

“We’ll let you know when we have something,” he said, replying for you.

You tugged on his hair again until he tipped his chin up to look at you. You wrinkled your nose and he softened, just a little, enough for you offer him a half smile. He readjusted his glasses with his free hand, fingers tightening on your hip for a moment.

“I won’t hold my breath,” Gary said.

You waved him off, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s lips. You didn’t even notice Gary making his escape, so wrapped up in him the rest of the world melted away, leaving the two of you together to enjoy a moment of peace together.

[ftrcountry]

The One With The Test

I just want to say rip to a one of a kind actor, Matthew Perry. I still can't believe it :( May he finally rest in peace.

Summary: I watched Fools Rush In Today and this sparked the idea for this fic. I hope you enjoy!

It was New Year's Eve in New York City. People were out partying and hanging out with their family and friends. Snow was slowly falling down in the cold crisp air. This was yet another New Years eve party without a date. You weren't particularly upset as you grown used to this. You were currently standing outside on the balcony watching the snowflakes fall all around. "somebody kiss me at midnight!" You heard Chandler go around asking each one of your friends in the apartment. You let out a small laugh. Oh sweet Chandler. You haven't told no one but you were starting to develop feelings for your best friend. You were just afraid to say anything in fear it might ruin the relationship the two of you have. You bit your lip, an idea popping into your mind. You had a lot to drink tonight so you had more courage than usual. You were going to catch Chandler off guard and kiss him at midnight.

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Everyone was gathered around the tv counting down from ten. 10 9 Rachel was with Ross. Phoebe with Mike. 8 7 Monica with Richard Joey with one of his flings. 6 5 You took a deep breath as you walked up to Chandler. 4 3 You grabbed a fist full of Chandler's shirt. 2 1 Cheers erupted, people clapped at the start of the New Year as you pulled Chandler close and pressed your lips to his. Chandler tensed for a moment before you felt his lips kissing you back. His hand fell to your waist. "You wanted someone to kiss you at midnight." You whispered breathlessly as you pulled apart from him. You were flustered as Chandler pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. "You have no idea how long I wanted this." Chandler finally spoke, giving you one of his charming smiles.

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After the party, you ended up at Chandler and Joey's. Both you and Chandler were a little more than tipsy. After a hot, passionate round of the best sex you ever had, you were cuddled up to Chandler's side. "Wow." was the only words to escape your and Chandler's mouth.

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Three Months Later Since that night on New Year's, you and Chandler decided to make it official. Everything was wonderful and you were so happy until three months later you were sitting on the bathroom tiled floor holding a positive pregnancy test. You've never been this scared in your life. You knew this would freak Chandler out and run him off. This would most likely be the end of the relationship and you might be a single mom. Before you could think about the future, there was a knock on the bathroom. "Y|N, you okay?" It was Chandler. With a shaky breath, you stood up with the positive pregnancy test. With trembling hands, you opened the door revealing Chandler. Concern was written on his face as you were in the bathroom for quite a while. His eyes flickered down to the test in your hands. His eyes widen and he jumped back. "Y|N. Please don't tell me that-" He stopped speaking. A tear slipped down your face as you nodded. You couldn't look at him. "I used a condom. Lot's of them." "Well, one didn't work." "But that's its job! It's whole purpose in life is... to work!!" Chandler was freaking out at this point. He ran his hand through his hair, pacing back and worth. He went into the kitchen got a glass of water and chugged it down. You started playing with the test in your hands out of nervousness. "I'm keeping the baby" You stammered. Chandler's eyes flew up to yours. "What?" He questioned. He was not ready to be a father. You knew he was expecting the other options that you were going to do. Keeping the baby was not one of them. He looked upset and this was where the relationship would end. You dropped the test on the counter, tears falling down your face. "Goodbye Chandler." You whispered before running out of the apartment.

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Rain droplets fell into the night in New York City. You were currently at Monica's, sitting on the couch with a leg pulled up to your chest. Monica, Rachel and Phoebe were all sitting around trying to comfort you. It's been a little over twenty four hours since you and Chandler had the falling out regarding the baby. "I'm sure it's a simple misunderstanding. You guys are having a baby! Chandler would never leave you alone to deal with this. He's probably just scared." Monica said, rubbing your back. "You should've seen the look on his face. It was full of fear, concern and he was just upset. He didn't have words." You cried, wiping your eyes with a tissue. Before anyone could say anything, the door opened and Chandler walked in. You looked down at your hands in your lap. He had one hand in his pocket and the other scratching the back of his neck. Monica, Phoebe and Rachel got the queue and grabbed their things and left. "Hey." Chandler spoke softly, walking over. "Hi." You sniffled. Chandler came around and sat on the coffee table right in front of you. "I'm sorry Y|N. I panicked and didn't have the words to comfort you and to be there when you needed me. This is big news." Chandler spoke up. "If you don't want to be in the baby's life, that's fine. I can do this on my own." At this point you still couldn't look at Chandler. You felt sick to your stomach, whether that was morning sickness or your nerves you weren't sure. "Just wait a minute. Look at me, Y|N." Chandler spoke, taking your hands in his. You finally looked up into his eyes. He was staring with so much adoration in his eyes at you. "This afternoon, I couldn't decide between a Texas burger and a tuna melt, but my life made sense, you know? And now I know exactly want I want, and my life doesn't make any sense. And I was doing fine this afternoon. I was doing great. That was me. It was me then. And now I'm with you and I don't know what happened between the tuna melt and the Texas burger but I WANT this with you Y|N. I never thought about my future before until we happened. I want this with our baby." By the time Chandler finished his speech, you had tears rolling down your face. Chandler slid over to the couch right next to you and pulled you close. You buried your face into his chest as he rubbed your back, kissing the top of your head. "Everything is going to be okay, Y|N. I love you so much and I already love this baby."

[starlightsuffered]

Nah, you've got me wanting Timmy finding out reader is pregnant the same time as Pauline with that cute fluff 😭 Can I? Can I? Like, two baby Chalamet beans 😭

Uncle (part 2)

Info - anxiety about pregnancy, being nervous, angst to fluff

I felt sick to my stomach and it wasn’t just because of the morning sickness. I couldn’t believe I’d realised the day AFTER Timothée had found out he was going to be an uncle, that I might be pregnant.

I’d woken up feeling ill. I had felt cramping in my abdomen. Timothée and I shared a dog and she’d become extremely territorial. By the end of the day I had mapped out on my calendar that I was a couple days late for my period.

I had started getting worried. I did not want Pauline to think I was stealing her thunder. I also didn’t quite know how Timothée would react. I knew he was beyond excited to be an uncle, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be a father.

The anxiety was seriously getting to me. I was having trouble sleeping. I was wearing a mask of happiness, pretending I was the picture of joy. I wanted to keep the baby. However, I wasn’t even sure I was pregnant. I was afraid to check.

“Angel, are you okay,” Timmy asked one night. My head was full of racing thoughts. I was just laying with it in his lap, thinking of all the ways I was totally fucked.

“You seem….. out of it lately,” he told me as he played with my hair.

“No, I’m fine. I’m great, and I’m so happy that-“

“Baby, I know you’re happy that Pauline is pregnant, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you,” Timothée interrupted me.

“What do you mean?” I almost snapped. He looked a bit hurt by my tone.

“I just mean that you talk about it all the time. Even when I don’t bring it up, you do. You circle back to it all the time. I-I just wanted you to know that I haven’t lost interest in you. If you were feeling a little jealous-“

I burst into tears. I felt my body shake as I was wracked with sobs. Timothée seemed shocked but he was rubbing my back and telling me everything would be okay.

“I think I could be pregnant,” I told him, I just let it come out.

“Wait really?” He asked in shock.

“I don’t feel good. Phoebe won’t leave me alone. I missed my period. I-I don’t know what else to expect. I promise I wasn’t trying to-to detract from her or to. I don’t know-“

“Shhh, shhh, baby I know. I would never expect that. I’m sure Pauline wouldn’t either,” he soothed me.

“Y-You are talking about this like it’s already a thing,” I sniffled. “Do you, w-would you want a baby?”

“Well it seems like you don’t want one,” he said cagily. He wasn’t meeting my gaze.

“But I don’t know, another Chalamet bean…..” a smile began to curve over his lips. “They’d be cousins growing up together.”

“That sounds really sweet,” I said, feeling myself calm.

“So, you wouldn’t mind?” He asked.

“I want the baby, if they exist,” I agreed.

Timothée was absolutely beaming now. He didn’t need to speak, he just began to kiss me. Before I knew what was happening he’d picked me up and was carrying me bridal style to the car. He made sure to buckle me in and drive to the store.

“You’re so goofy,” I giggled as he rushed out telling me to stay put and not strain myself. He came back out panting with a pregnancy test.

“You want me to check now?” I asked.

“As soon as possible. We have to know if the bean is in there,” he cooed at my still flat stomach.

“I swear you were made to be a dad,” I chuckled.

He zipped back to our place. He was torn between kissing me and begging me to go to the bathroom. I finally made it in and peed on the stick. I brought it out so we could wait for the lines together.

“It’s positive!” Timothée crowed. He was doing a happy dance as I laughed.

We made the call to Pauline together. She was completely overjoyed. I was absolutely overwhelmed with emotions as she congratulated and we happily discussed all the things we could do together.

“I love a bargain,” Timothée murmured as we cuddled. “A dad and an uncle.”

“I can’t believe I was afraid to tell you,” I sighed.

“No more fear baby momma,” Timothée comforted me.

@pmak2002 @softhecreator @plutoispurplw @sp1deyyf4ngz @seungcheol17daddy @jesschalamet @vvsdreaming

[gaypeopleeatchalk]

Bing! (Chandler Bing x Male Reader)

It was another lovley day in New York, and our group was sitting in Monica and Rachel's apartment. 

"I mean, it's hard to enjoy a cup of ramen noodles after that. I mean, is that ridiculous? Can she believe she actually thought that?" Chandler asked. We all look at eachother before Rachel speaks up first. "Um... yeah" She laughs nervously under Chandler's gaze. "Well I mean, when I first met you, you know, I thought maybe you might possibly be." Chandler looks at her shocked. "You did?" "Yeah, but then you spent Phoebe's entire birthday party talking to my breasts, so I thought 'maybe not'" Chandler sets down his plate. "huh, did uh, did any of the rest of you guys think that when you first met me?" He asked the remainder of us. I coughed awkwardly and Phoebe and Monica replied saying they did. "Not me!" Joey assured. "Yeah, me neither. In college though, Susan Salidore did." Ross answers. "Well did you tell her I'm not?" My heart sank a bit at his words. Like I needed a reminder. "No" Ross replied, resuming eating. He paused again to say "Yeah, it's just cause I kinda wanted to go out with her too. So I told her you were actually seeing Bernie Spellman, who uh, also liked her so." I rolled my eyes. Joey highfived him. 

"Well, this is fascinating. So uh, what is it about me?" Chandler asked. "I don't know, cause you're smart and funny-" Chandler innterupts Phoebe "Ross and Y/n are smart and funny and you don't think that about them" My eyes widened a bit at his statement. I actually was gay, well, bi but still. I've hidden it from my friends because I'm not sure how they'd react, especially Chandler, considering I have a huge crush on him.  "Yeah, right!" They all laughed and I awkwardly laughed along with them. "Well, what is it?" Chandler asked again, clearly upset. "I-I don't know, you just have a, a quality!" Monica responded. Everyone agreed with her. "Oh, oh, a quality. Good, I thought you were going to be vauge about it." Chandler sighed.

Later that day it was just Phoebe, Joey, me, and Rachel Waitressing. Monica and Ross were visiting their sick nana and Chandler was at his apartment doing who knows what. "Hey, do you guys ever think about, um, if one of us were gay?" I asked hesitantly. I need to come out eventually, might as well test the waters. "I wouldn't really care, I've dated a few girls" Phoebe shrugged, making my eyes go wide. "You have?" Joey and I gasped. "Yeah, it's not a big deal. I mean, I like guys too, it's more about the soul, y'know?" She explained. I smiled to myself and nodded my head. I totally understood what she meant. I mean, sure it helps for people to be pretty, but I've always been more focused on a person's personality than anything else. "Wait a minute, why did you ask Y/n? Did Chandler say somethin to ya?" He asked, sounding a bit hopeful. I looked at him quizzically. "No, why?" His face dropped and he insisted it was nothing. 

After a bit Joey went to join Chandler in his apartment, I looked over at Phoebe nervously before scooting a little closer to her. "Um, Pheebs?" She looks up at me to continue. "So, you're attracted to men and women?" She nodded, smiling. "It's ok Y/n, you can say it." Huh, guess she already knew. "I um. I do too." I smile sheepishly. She sweeps me into a hug and squeals as quietly as possible. "Thank god, I know this great guy that you'd absolutely love!" I chuckle at her. Maybe it'd be ok to tell everyone and explore that part of me, maybe go out with a guy or two. "That'd be great, thank you so much Phoebe"

It's been a few weeks since that moment, and I'd decided it was finally time to tell everyone. We were all gathered in the girl's apartment, and I stood up in front of them all. "Ok, so, I have something to tell you all, nut you have to promise me you won't freak out." "Oh god, you didn't get back with Elizabeth. did you?" Monica gasped. I chuckled and shook my head. "No, it's uh... I'm bisexual, it means I um, I like men and women" I smiled sheepishly at the group. There was a moment of silence before Monica and Rachel tackled me in a hug, Joey smiled at me and pats my shoulder, and Ross and Chandler look at me shocked. I was terrified that they'd say something bad but Ross just sputtered out "Good for you!" and came to join the hug. "Ah, what the hell?" Joey smiled and joined in on the hug, as well as Phoebe. Chandler just stood there, gawking, and it terrified me. 

"Sooo, any special guy make you want to share the news?" Monica teased after we all had sat back down. Chandler still hadn't said a word.  "Well, not yet, but Pheebs said she was gonna set me up with someone." I blushed. "Oh! Oh! Alexander, yeah! He said he's free saturday if you want me to set you up for this weekend!" Phoebe cheered. I agreed to it and everyone seemed really excited for me, except for the silent Chandler. 

It was sunday morning, and I yawned as I left my bedroom to grab a cup of coffee. "Hey, N/n, Do you have any eggs?" Joey asked, letting himself into my apartment. "Joe, I gave you that key for emergencies." I nervously laughed, glancing towards my room. "So what? It's not like I'll see anything-" he was cut off by my bedroom door opening and a tall handsome man walked out, calling for me. "Ohhoho, someone got lucky!" Joey teased. I blushed and glared at him "eggs are in the fridge." I grumbled, glancing at the man next to my room. "So, uh, Alex, this is Joey." I awkwardly muttered, The two nodded at eachother. "Hey Joe, whats-" Chandler stopped when he saw the three of us awkwardly standing there. "Oh, that's what."  He huffed, before storming out. "What's his problem?" Alex asked. 

"So, was he hot?" Monica asked me and Joey. "Yeah" I blushed. "Oooo, I knew you two would get along!" Phoebe squealed. "Yeah, it's great" Chandler mumbled. "What's got you down?" "Nothing" He grumbled. "It's just, do we always have t talk about whowe date? Can't we talk about something else?" and there it is, exactly what I feared. He was uncomfortable with me talking about dating a man. I raised an eyebrow "How come you've never had a problem before?" I asked, annoyed. "Well, I, Uh-" He sputtered. "Look Chandler, if you're uncomfortable with me seeing a man just say it!" I huff, storming off.

I sat alone in my apartment, Snuggled up under a blanket, grumbling about Chandler under my breath. Why does it matter to him who I'm dating? It's none of his beeswax! A knock at my door sounded. "I'm not in the mood Pheebs" I assumed she came to comfort me, but the voice coming from behind the door wasn't hers. "Hey, Y/n, it's me." It was Chandler. I stormed over to the door, swinging it open. "What do you want?" I asked sharply. "Look, I-I, I owe you an explanation" "Sure as hell do" I interjected, stepping aside to let him in. "Ok, look, I've only told one other person this before and I don't know how to say it so I'm just going to blurt it out. I'm bisexual and I may like you" He said the last part faster, but I caught it. "R-Really? All this time you, you liked me?" I breathed. "Yes. E-Ever since I met you, you took my breath away. You're handsome, smart, funny, and-and I've only ever liked one guy in college so I thought it was a phase, y'know? I thought there was no way you would like me, because I'd only ever seen you with girls, and then you came out and I thought about tewlling you but you went on a date with that guy and-" I cut him off by smashing my lips onto his. After a few moments of the best kiss I've ever had, we pulled away. "Wow" Chandler breathed. "Sooo, do you wanna head to your room?" He smirked at me. "Bing!" I gasped and hit his chest.

[lowkeyrobin]

Hiiiiii just wanted to put in a request of Trevor Spangler x reader angst where reader is trapped with a hostile ghost, just in the mood for some angst 🤭

ooooo okay okay I see the vision ; thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy! I need gbfe to release on digital bc I'm in desperate need to get new banners/headers. sigh ; post writing robin here, I missed the whole angst bit somehow bc idek how to write good angst so I apologize

TREVOR SPENGLER ; hostile ghost exposure therapy

summary ; youre a scientist in the making working with the ghostbusters squad and expose hostile ghosts and ghouls to human kind. sometimes it can be rough, though

warnings ; language, choking, weird ghost shit

disclaimers ; ik ghostbusters usually focuses on the ghouley types of ghosts but standard ghosts were the idea for this lol. I've been watching The Boys explore haunted places all day so what can I say

word count ; 783

masterlist

Proton barriers this, ghost containment that. Whatever Lars was speaking about didn't matter to you at this moment. What did matter was trying to help this new, very hostile, ghost adjust to being in the presence of a human.

The barrier quickly slips down, then right back up once you step inside the room. Glass surrounds the exterior, then Lars steps away, leaving you to do your thing. Lucky waves a few feet away, wishing you a silent good luck before getting back to work.

Trevor and Phoebe talk about with Lucky, Lars, and Podcast, testing out one of the newer machines in the lab. You face the approximate direction of the ghost, not exactly able to see it without its permission.

You carefully sit down in a chair across from the one left empty from it, bathing in the silence before speaking.

"My name's Y/n, what's yours?" You ask, not really expecting an answer. Thank God this was a standard ghost and not a ghoul. You didn't think you had the patience for that today. "It's alright if you don't want to tell me. I just want to know why you're so hostile to make you that way. I'm not here to judge, I have good intentions. I promise you that"

Step one, build trust and rapport.

Silence.

You internally nod, moving your legs in a criss-cross manner to get a little more comfortable. Apparently, the ghost didn't like this silence and chucked a ceramic vase, which sat on the coffee table between the chairs, towards you. It just barely misses you and breaks on impact with the wall behind you, causing you to flinch a bit. The dusty, broken ceramic clatters onto the floor, creating a million pieces out of the used-to-be one-piece vase.

You keep your composure, not giving the undead the attention that she wanted. You sit in silence, a clear look of 'not taking shit' on your face.

"Stupid bitch" It whispers into your ear, catching you off gaurd. You feel a shiver run down your spine as a wave of coolness washes over you.

You lightly sigh, "We can sit here and insult each other all you want. I'm just here to help" You speak, leaning back in your chair.

Over the course of the next ten or so minutes, you hear petty insult after insult, like this ghost was trying to dig into your skin and was just miserably failing. You'd gotten used to this long ago. When would they ever learn?

Suddenly, you feel a tight sensation around your throat, which you nearly panic at feeling, considering you can feel the air suddenly leaving you. You grab at your throat, choking and gasping for air, trying to get whatever hands were on you off out of pure human instinct.

This has happened a few times, where the ghosts will put hands on you. It's never escalated to immediate choking, though, which was why it worried you so much. This was a very hostile ghost. It wasn't just going to stop. It wanted to hurt.

"Get off of me!" You joke, instinctively kicking out towards the ghost, who's obviously unable to feel it. "I want to help you!"

You feel your face grow cold, and your eyes become heavy. The transparent figure now becomes slightly visible, still very much opaque as it stands in front of you, arms stretched out to squeeze down on your throat.

You hear some muffled shouting outside, then a lot of mechanical wirring and beeping. Lars and Trevor came to your rescue, the older man cautiously pulling down the proton fields while the teenage boy ran in to help you.

You don't know exactly what happened within the next few seconds, but the forceful grip on your throat was pushed away, and you were quickly ushered past the proton barrier again.

Trevor holds you up as you choke and gasp for air, already feeling your throat begin to bruise.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" He quickly asks, sitting you down on the floor.

You nod and cough some more, trying to regulate the amount of air swarming to your lungs. You pound on your chest like you were choking on an actual something, wanting the painful choking to stop.

Once it does end, Trev quickly wraps you in a hug, trying to make sure you were okay.

"I'm okay, I'm fine. Just fucking hurt" You nod

"Are you sure? Phoebe, go get them some water." He quickly speaks, turning back to Phoebe, Podcast, and Lucky, who were concerningly watching from afar. Phoebe nods and quickly jogs out to the kitchen/lunchroom area.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I'm okay. Thank you"

[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Teach Me Tonight

Part of my 900 Followers Celebration!

Request: Congrats on the 900, love reading your work! Can I request “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you! So what?”  with Roy.

Roy Kent x Teacher!Reader

1.5k words

Warnings: Language, mentions of Ms. Bowen, Roy being a flirt, Reader getting embarrassed

Author's Note: I've had Roy with a teacher stuck in my head for a while now. No reason of course. None at all. Totally not because I'm a teacher.

The clock seemed to move so slowly as you sat at your desk, ignoring the spelling test you should be marking. The kids were all gone for the day, and you were waiting for your meeting, your last task before you could head home for the day.

Phoebe had, once again, gotten into a fistfight. And, once again, it meant calling home to set up a meeting.

You checked your watch; yep, the clock on the wall was right, which meant Phoebe’s mum was incredibly late. With a sigh, you began packing up your things, figuring you’d send her mum a quick message asking to reschedule. Yes, in a half hour you’d be on your couch with a glass of wine and the romance novel that was sitting on your coffee table. Your mind wandered to your fridge, trying to figure out what you could scrounge up for dinner-

“Fuck, sorry I’m late.”

Oh, no. Not him.

Phoebe’s uncle burst into the room, clad in that leather jacket he always wore and a deep frown on his face. Truly, you shouldn’t have been so unhappy at the sight of him; you’d met Roy Kent quite a few times now, sometimes chatted a little during drop-off and pickup, and he was always very nice, although he often required reminders about his language when the kids were around. At the start of the year, he sincerely encouraged you to reach out to him if you ever needed anything, something you were terrified of taking him up on.

He was Roy Kent, after all. Gorgeous and famous. And besides that, you’d heard murmurings about Ms. Bowen’s awkward interactions with him last year; there was no way you were going to subject yourself to that. No thank you.

Still, you couldn’t help but smile as he shuffled towards your desk, embarrassed half-smirk on his face. You quickly grabbed a chair and placed it next to your desk, always amused to see adults sitting in chairs meant for eight-year-olds. Especially when that adult was a muscular ex-footballer.

“My sister got pulled into a last-minute surgery,” he explained, a tad breathless. “Got here as fast as I fucking could.” He seemed to remember where he was. “Shit, sorry.” He glanced around. “There any kids hanging around?”

You shook your head with a laugh. “You’re fine. Just don’t let Mrs. Selig hear you, though.”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want to miss training because I’ve got a fucking detention.” He leaned forward, his face becoming serious. “Now, what did Pheebs do this time?”

Unlike most parents, Phoebe’s adults were very self-aware. You liked that. “Well,” you started, glancing down at your notes. “Apparently, she overheard Harold making fun of Abby for not doing so well on a maths test. And Phoebe originally just told him to stop, and when he shoved Pheobe and told her to stay out of it, she relieved him of two of his baby teeth.” You offered a half-grimace, half-smile. “The girl’s got a mean right hook.”

Roy laughed, a sound you didn’t quite expect. “Well, fuck. What’s the punishment then?”

“Missing recess for the rest of the week.”

His eyebrows flew up. “That’s it? She just has to miss a few days of fucking jump rope and hopscotch?”

You nodded. “I went to the headmistress and explained that Phoebe was defending a friend, and that Harold was really the one who escalated things. And she agreed that really, Phoebe just needs a reminder to, you know, not hit people.” You tapped your desk. “Just, if you could, chat with her. No knocking people’s teeth out, no matter how awful they’re being to your friends. And that she should let an adult know if someone’s acting prickish. Believe it or not, some of us know how to handle that sort of thing.” You shrugged. “That’s about it.”

“Wow. Easiest conference I’ve ever come to,” he laughed, leaning back in his chair. “Guess you can get home to your husband, then.”

Your face warmed. “No husband,” you replied. “No wife. No boyfriend. No girlfriend.”

“Sugar daddy?”

Thank God you weren’t drinking anything, otherwise it would’ve come out your nose. “D’you think I’d be here if I had one of those?” you joked.

His smile made your chest tighten. “True.” He glanced around. “Mind if I take a peek?” He pointed at the wall where you had students’ writing displayed.

“Oh. Um, yeah, go for it.”

You watched him walk over to the bulletin board, amused by the slow, intentional way he looked at each child’s paper. He perked up when he saw Phoebe’s.

“They wrote about the person they admire most,” you explained as you left your desk to join him. “Pheebs wrote about you, of course.”

He gave a little hum as his eyes skimmed the paper. “Don’t know if I deserve that.”

“From what I hear, you do,” you assured him, feeling bold enough to bump him with your shoulder. “She basically worships you.”

His voice was low. “She’s an idiot.”

You grinned. “She’s eight. They’re all idiots.” Your eyes narrowed playfully. “Don’t ever tell anyone I said that, alright? As far as everyone knows, I’m bloody Mary Poppins.”

His eyes wandered over your face. “Your secret’s safe with me.” He strolled over to the bulletin board where you had your birthday calendar, reminders about upcoming tests and field trips, and copies of flyers for parents. He looked at each item carefully before pointing at one particular reminder. “You still need help with Friday’s field trip?”

“I always need help with field trips,” you answered, crossing your arms. “But I’m sure you have training-”

“I can be there.”

You blinked a few times, not sure how to respond to the quickness of his answer mixed with the soft way he looked at you. “You want to get on a hot bus with two dozen eight-year-olds and go to the zoo with them? Make sure everyone gets their lunch and no one wanders into the lions’ enclosure?”

He shrugged, ears beginning to tinge pink. “You just said you need help. I’d like to help you.”

Not I want to spend the day with Phoebe. Not Hey, good excuse to call off work, like some parents you knew would say. Nope, it was I’d like to help you.

Suddenly your throat was far too dry and Roy Kent was standing far too close to you. “Oh. Thank you, then.”

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” He leaned against the wall, the very picture of attractive.

Damn, there was a lot you’d like his help with. And none of it was appropriate for the classroom.

Instead of saying that, of course, you shook your head. “I know you’re a busy man, Coach Kent, there’s honestly no need-”

“You can call me Roy.”

Oh hell.

He continued. “Y’know, at the start of the year I told you could ask me for help. And I haven’t received a single fucking email, but I heard Abby’s mum gets called all the time to help out.” He raised his eyebrows, clearly just trying to give you a hard time. “Hardly seems fair to me. Is it because I’m a man? Because that’s kind of sexist, y’know.”

God, he was so freaking charming when he teased.

“No, it’s not that-”

He leaned closer, clearly enjoying watching you squirm. “What is it then? You a West Ham fan or something? Don’t want a Greyhound in your classroom?” His eyes flickered to your lips for the tiniest fraction of a second. “Couldn’t be because I make you nervous or anything, right?”

His brown eyes broke down every barrier of professionalism you had. “Okay, maybe I have a crush on you, so what?” Immediately your hands flew to your mouth, your face burning with embarrassment. “Fuck. Wait, no, I-”

“Excuse me, please no swearing in the classroom.” His voice was full of teasing as he gazed down at you. Slowly, he took your hands and brought them away from your face. When he saw the absolute terror in your eyes, his smirk disappeared. “Hey, wait. Fuck, are you alright?”

You shook your head, a lump forming in your throat. “I shouldn’t have said that,” you whispered. “It was, um, impulsive and unprofessional and childish and-”

“And exactly what I wanted to hear.”

His words bounced around in your head. “I’m sorry?”

His face was no longer teasing or concerned; it was bashful. “Why d’you think I want to help in the classroom so badly? I need a fucking excuse to be near you.” He still held your hands, his grip softening. “But I’m sure you’re not supposed to date parents-”

“You’re not a parent.” The words flew out of your mouth before you could even think about them.

Amusement returned to those handsome features. “Uncles are alright, then?”

“Only if they’re really grumpy and swear a lot.”

When he smiled, you felt sure your heart was going to explode out of your chest. “Well in that case, how about Friday, after the zoo? I’m sure you’ll need a fucking drink.”

In spite of your nerves, you nodded, not caring about looking cool or coy or aloof. “That would be lovely. Thank you, Coach Kent.”

He gave your hands a small squeeze before letting go and backing away. “I told you, call me Roy.” He gave a small salute as he made his way to the door. “See you Friday then.”

“See you Friday, Roy.”

[altschmerzes]

as a treat for @jamiesfootball, an extended sequence of softness and light, taken from far ahead in wriggle up on dry land (the baby jamie au). enjoy, my friend <3

Jamie has been repeatedly assured by both Roy and Sarah that what he is doing is fine and allowed, but even so, the walk up the path to the school building makes him more nervous with every step he takes. He feels like any moment now he’s going to get accosted by a teacher or school official and interrogated about what he’s doing here. Possibly arrested. If it weren’t for the fact that he would rather die than let either of the Kents down, let alone both of them, he would probably chicken out and run or something. But he would rather die and the task does need to be done, and so here’s Jamie, finding a teacher in the courtyard and walking up to her like he has every right to be here.

“Hello,” he says to the woman, doing his best to sound trustworthy and respectable and not like an awkward sixteen-year-old. “I’m Jamie, I’m here to pick up Phoebe Kent?”

There’s only a moment between when Jamie speaks and when the teacher does, but that moment is plenty long enough for a thousand potential responses to cycle through his mind, none of them positive. And then-

“Oh! Right, yes, Jamie,” the teacher on after-school duty says brightly, flipping up a piece of paper on her clipboard. “Yes, Sarah did call about you picking Phoebe up this afternoon, she sent your picture along as well. Come along, I’ll fetch her for you.”

Still not entirely believing that this was all going to work out, Jamie follows her across the pavement.

“Nice of you to look after your cousin like this,” the woman says without turning around, and what sounds like it was intended to be an offhanded, casual comment stops Jamie in his tracks. It takes her a few seconds to notice, and it takes just about as long for Jamie’s brain to catch up with his mouth and produce any sort of coherent response.

“Huh?” Okay so maybe ‘coherent’ was pushing it.

The teacher has stopped as well, turned to look at him with slight confusion on her face. That’s rich, given that she’s the one who’s just said something that didn’t make any sense at all.

“Oh,” she says, “just that when your aunt called and said her brother’s lad was going to be taking Phoebe home on the bus today I wasn’t expecting how young you are. My boy is just a little older than you and I couldn’t get him to babysit my sister’s lass if I tried.”

The gears in Jamie’s head slowly start creaking back to life. The math does itself rather quickly, and before he can say anything else, he hears his name shrieked out and then there’s the sound of thudding light-up trainers on the pavement. Jamie barely has the time to crouch down and open his arms before Phoebe has hurtled straight into him, nearly knocking him off balance.

“You’re getting big then, eh, what do they feed you at school, Phoebs, rocks?” he asks, a little winded from the impact and from what the teacher had said. Your cousin. Your aunt. Her brother’s lad.

“No-o-o,” Phoebe giggles, drawing the word out. She bounces out of Jamie’s arms a moment later, never staying still for more than a few moments at a time. They aren’t separated for long, though. A little hand latches onto Jamie’s almost immediately after Phoebe exits the hug and she starts to swing their interlocked fingers enthusiastically. “Can we go home now please? I’m sure Dauphine has missed me terribly while I’ve been away.”

Looking to the teacher, Jamie waits for further instructions from the adult in charge. It surely can’t be that easy to just show up and take a child from school, name and photo on hand or not. He must have to… well, he doesn’t know, but there’s got to be some kind of test. Some kind of ‘will you get this seven year old home in one piece’ test that he’ll have to undergo.

“Off you pop!” says the after-school duty teacher. She smiles at both of them and gives an exaggerated wave that seems like a bit much even for a kid Phoebe’s age. She’s a bright little gremlin, she doesn’t need to be condescended to.

“Right, okay,” Jamie says, blinking at the teacher even as Phoebe starts tugging him by the hand towards the gate. “Uh, thanks,” he calls over his shoulder, then focuses on not falling over his feet or the kid leading the way. “So, you ever taken the bus before?”

“The bus!” From the tone with which she’s exclaimed it, you would think Jamie had just told Phoebe they would be riding home on a pony made of gold. “Oh I love the bus.”

“That’s the attitude, mini-Kent.” It’s an acutely funny thing for a kiddie her age to say, but Jamie focuses on not laughing. He doesn’t want to discourage her interests or whatever. Nothing feels worse when you’re young than someone older than you laughing at you.

Their hands keep swinging between them, and every so often Phoebe adds a little skip into her gait. It makes the lights in her trainers go wild, little yellow and pink stars flashing against the grey of the pavement. She chatters as they go about her day at school, about how she thinks maths is dull and how she and her new best friend Cierra were going to write a comic book together about their cats being best friends and solving crime. Jamie responds where appropriate, humming and nodding and asking questions. He wants for her to know that she’s being listened to, but he would have to admit that his mind isn’t all focused on the proposed adventures of Dauphine and Prime Minister Socks. Instead, he’s still thinking about that teacher’s voice and the way she’d smiled at him when she’d told him it was nice of him to look after his cousin.

Your aunt. Her brother’s lad. Had Sarah said those words exactly? The teacher surely hadn’t invented them out of thin air. They had to come from someplace, and the thought makes Jamie feel warm inside and a little bit shy. He tries to imagine it, to picture what it would have sounded like. Sarah’s voice saying, My nephew, Jamie, he’ll be picking up Phoebe today. Yeah, he’s my brother’s lad. All the way to the bus stop and up the steps onto the bus he thinks of different ways that it could have gone, in-between responding to Phoebe. All of them feel… They feel good. They feel right.

Sure it’s lying and lying isn’t exactly right, but what’s the harm? It’s one teacher at a school Jamie has never been to before and probably will never go to again, this being a one-off fluke of scheduling and convenience. What does it matter if she thinks he’s Sarah’s nephew? Roy’s… Roy’s lad? So what if Jamie likes the idea of someone out there thinking that, even if it isn’t true?

“You’re smiling.”

The observation comes after what Jamie belatedly realizes has been an extended silence from Phoebe. She’s sitting on the bus seat beside Jamie, legs swinging back and forth and his hand clutched in hers. They’d let go for just a moment while Jamie took care of their fares, and then Phoebe had promptly reclaimed her place hanging onto him, which is encouraging as far as her awareness of travel safety goes.

“Am I?” Jamie asks. He’s sure that his face has turned a lovely shade of red, and he only hopes that at least will pass unnoticed.

“Yes, you are,” she confirms, nodding for emphasis. Then, as if to prove her point, Phoebe lets go of his hand just long enough to poke him in the cheek. “You’ve been smiling all the way to the bus. It’s nice. I think you should smile more. I think everybody should smile more, because smiling means you’re happy, and I think everyone should be happy. Except for Walter Lewis who is a mean, mean boy who chased my friend Stephen with a worm on a stick yesterday, so I think he should be sad, and go and live in tarnation.”

“He should go and live in what?” Anything else he could have asked flies promptly out of Jamie’s brain at that completely incomprehensible conclusion. This could be a matter of her knowing things that he didn’t, which is entirely possible, because geography has never been Jamie’s strongest point, or this is about to be a much funnier interaction. If they get to move off of Jamie’s expression before she could get to asking him why he was smiling, all the better.

“Tarnation,” Phoebe says, pronouncing it very deliberately and primly. “That’s what Mister Ted says all the time. What in tarnation, he says, and so it must be a very bad place, because he does not frown very much and he’s always frowning when he says that. So I think Walter Lewis should go and live in tarnation and not be mean to anyone anymore. And he can be sad forever there.” A frown creases her little face as she thinks very hard on it for a moment. “Actually, no, he doesn’t have to be sad forever. That would be terrible, even for Walter Lewis. He should be sad for a while, though. A very, very long time. Like, maybe even until he’s ten. Or until he learns to stop chasing people with worms.”

The effort with which Jamie is not laughing is nothing short of heroic. He takes a few deep breaths, ensures that nothing is going to slip out, and then he tells her, “That seems like a very fair decision. He can live in tarnation and be sad until he’s ten, or until he learns to stop chasing people with worms.”

“Exactly,” Phoebe responds. She nods, a sharp jerk of her chin and a self-satisfied conviction in her face that makes her look very much like Roy. “I’m glad you understand.” Then, in the flip of a moment, as fast as everything seems to change with children her age, Phoebe has let go of Jamie’s hand so that she can slip both arms around his elbow, hugging close to him and pressing the side of her face into his bicep. “I’m so happy you got to come ride the bus with me today, Jamie. Let’s do this again lots of times, okay?”

Jamie finds it suddenly very hard to speak. His throat feels tight and his eyes prickle with heat and he is not going to cry on this fucking bus and definitely not in front of Phoebe Kent and most certainly not because a seven-year-old asked him to hang out with her again.

Nice of you to look after your cousin like this. Your aunt called and said her brother’s lad was going to be taking Phoebe home on the bus today.

“Yeah,” he says eventually, when he’s glad that an entirely new kind of unwanted sound won’t slip out alongside the words. Lifting his arm, Jamie carefully dislodges her grip and wraps it around her shoulders instead, letting Phoebe cuddle in close to his side, even though her swinging feet kick him in the shin every so often. His other hand keeps a firm grasp on her book bag, and he feels both very young and very grown up all at once. “Yeah, I’d like that, too.”

[ihateapbiology]

One for the road

tw- kinda smut not really but kinda

You had just recently moved into the city, and your best friend phoebe invited you to come to some get together at her friend julien's apartment. you're tired and not realizing julien's been noticing you. when people begin to leave, you still haven't been picked up and julien sees you sitting on the couch.

“you're runnin' pretty low on your drink, d'ya want me to make you another one for the road?”

You perk up hearing the faint southern accent, a little reminder of the home you were missing, but also resenting all at the same time.

“Hey another southerner?” You ask.

She smirks “yep where you from?”

“Oklahoma” you respond “yeah I know most exciting state ever.”

“So you familiar with tornados and…” she laughs drawing a blank.

“Small town Oklahoma so I’m familiar with tornados and the Bible.” You laugh.

“Well we can cheers to that.” She laughs and she holds up her soda.

You start to relax more into the couch actually enjoying yourself now.

“So what brings you to NYC?” She says.

“School and so I came up for like undergrad right and then stayed for grad school.” You say.

“Wow cool so do you miss the south.” She asks.

You raise your eyebrows surprised but enjoying how she’s past the usual small talk. “Yes..and no… I miss you know being around what I know, and knowing everyone having that community feel but then I also enjoy being able to be lesbian and not you know have the local priest act like I killed someone.”

She gives you a sad smile “yeah it’s tough even when you have people who accept you, like my parents were accepting but it was still I guess lonely ya know. Not a lot of people out like you, resources.”

You nod “BUT you do know what I hate how people act like the south is like hell and every person from the south is like the worst person ever.”

You guys continue talking and talking “ughh I should probably go cause I’m gettin myself home and don’t wanna be walking home at 3am alone.”

She bites her lip “wellllll you could always stay the night with me.” She puts a handle on your thigh.

You grin enjoying her more blatant flirting “oh yeah? Would I be sleeping on the couch or…”

She starts to pull you up “yeah ain’t no way.”

You follow fast and the second she closes her bedroom door she pins you against the wall.

“Mmmm I’ve been wanting to kiss you all fucking night” she grins looking at your lips.

“Well do it.” You challenge.

Your lips collides, starting gentle and then soon becomes more passionate. You gently bite her lip testing the waters and when you hear her respond with a soft moan and continue.

A flurry of discarded clothes, pillows flying, and moans later.

You stare up at the ceiling like you saw God. You swear you can still feel her hands over your body, her tattooed hands..everywhere.

“Holy shit.” You utter

She just gently kisses your temple.

She gets up.

shit. You were just a hookup.

You at least thought she was gonna say something.

You gingerly grab your clothes and put them back on and head for the door.

“You trying to bolt baby?” She emerges from the bathroom with a washcloth and water.

“Wh-what oh I well okay I didn’t wanna like intrude you know cause you went to the bathroom.” You explain awkwardly.

She laughs “Honey…we just had sex …you ain’t intruding..”

“Well I mean I thought you left.”

“I’m just getting you stuff lay down I said you’re spending the night. You’re spending the night. I don’t just want a hookup from you.”

You blush and sit down back on the bed. Julien gently massages your shoulders and then cleans up your thighs.

Soon you’re fast asleep on her chest. She gently strokes your hair and gives your cheek a kiss.

[welldonebeca]

Strawberry Jam

Summary: Bucky comforts you after you have a rough day at work. Pairing: Bucky x F!Reader WC: 3.1k words Warnings: Smut. Fluff. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Vaginal fingering. Dirty talk. Vaginal sex. Unprotected sex. Wife kink. Marriage Kink. Overstimulation. Multiple orgasms. Passionate sex.

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Bucky mixed the gooey hot red am with the wooden spoon, breathing in deep to get the sweet smell, ready to pot them up.

He was doing this especially for you - you loved homemade jam with all your heart, and ate it almost every day. The jar you had at home was now empty, however, and he was trying his best to make a version of it.

Bucky had just come back from the farmer’s market, where he had gone to buy more fruits and veggies for just the third week in a row. They didn’t have your beloved strawberry jam there, but the seller was nice enough to give him the basic recipe to make it at home.

Your new house routine was something he was just starting to get used to. The two of you had moved in together recently, a little over a month ago. Bucky had left the compound, retired at last, and now his days were filled with being whatever version of a non-married househusband he could be while just your boyfriend. His retirement pension was enough for him to live on his own forever, and your job wasn’t bad either.

So right now, you two had a lot of plants, a dog and a moody cat, and no couch yet, and were planning to get married in the next couple of years - he was looking for a ring, actually.

And speaking of your dog, Phoebe was watching him with a lot of curiosity and pleading eyes, always the hungry girl, and Bucky scoffed, leaving the jar and picking up a strawberry from the counter, taking off the green part before tossing it to her, moving right back to putting the jam in the jar, realising quickly he needed a second one when half of the jam was still in the pan.

Once he finished, he was very proud of what he saw.

It looked good, it smelled good, and he was sure it tasted good too.

Maybe he should bake something to eat with that jam. Maybe biscuits?

Or bread.

He really liked baking home bread. His favourite was sourdough.

Bucky was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard the sound of the door opening and Phoebe’s paws on the floor as she ran to greet you, overexcited as always.

He waited to hear you come over and say hi, but the house kept silence aside from a few mumbles as you said hi to Phoebe and Alpine, probably with some kisses.

Finally, you walked to the kitchen and leaned onto the door frame, looking at him with a sad and weak smile.

“Hey,” you spoke softly.

His shoulders fell in a when he realised the sadness behind your voice.

“Hi," Bucky cleaned his hand, moving to you.

He pressed a little kiss to your lips, worried, and you sighed a little.

You were a lawyer, which was a very tasking job, and sometimes mined your whole energy, or took a little more of your heart than you were initially willing to give.

Recently, you’d been working on the case of a kid who had had to go through a second amputation surgery after an accident in a restaurant months after his first imputation, both on the same leg. The family was suing for the legal and medical expenses, which included his therapy, and monetary compensation that would be used for the boy’s tuition once he decided to go to college.

“What happened?” he asked gently, raising his hand to caress your hair.

“They want to test the ramp of the restaurant,” you told him. “To see if it was possible for him to fall.”

“Okay,” Bucky nodded slowly.

“But they renovated the whole place!” you pointed you, growing angry. “And put a handle that wasn’t there that day. Mr Green’s sister took pictures while the ambulance was called! It looks completely different!”

He reached for your face, caressing your cheek gently.

“And what did the judge say?”

“He wants to analyse the photos before saying anything,” you sighed. “And a second medical opinion. They want this kid to go through a whole medical evaluation again!”

He reached for you, caressing your cheek.

“I’m sure they’ll be reasonable and careful,” he assured you. “The doctors know it is a complicated moment for him. And his dads are going to be there.”

You sighed, pinching your nose.

“They are also insinuating his dads were neglectful with him and that was why he fell,” you added. “I swear to God, that restaurant…”

You hid your face in his chest and groaned.

“I hate them,” you whined.

“I know,” he caressed your hair.

There was a moment of silence, and you moved your head up slowly, resting your mouth on his shoulder and looking behind him, into the kitchen.

“Is that homemade jam?” you asked, mumbling against his shirt.

Bucky threw a look at the counter.

“Yes,” he confirmed, looking back at you, a little excited for his effort being noticed. “I just made it.”

You groaned once again, though softer, against his skin.

“Did you make it yourself?” you asked.

“I did,” he told you, grinning. “Do you want to try it once it is cooler?”

You nodded, and he kissed your temple.

“Do you want me to prepare you a bath?” he offered. “And we can leave work to work?”

You sighed.

“Yes,” you mumbled. “Please.”

Bucky kissed your forehead again, slowly moving down to kiss your nose and then your lips.

He took your hand and walked with you into your bedroom, leaving you behind to set up your bath, filling up the tub and adding the bubbles and the rose oil to the slowly growing water.

He heard the sounds of your steps behind him, and raised his head to find you watching him from the door, fully naked, lips curled in a little teasing smile.

“Hey,” you rested your head on the door frame. “Still dressed?”

It didn’t matter how long you were together, Bucky was proud to never get used to seeing you naked. Seeing you never ceased to fully enchant him.

Bucky looked at himself, a little surprised at the question.

“I wasn’t planning to get inside, actually,” he looked at your face.

You feigned outrage.

“Me?” you asked, exaggerated. “On my own? In this big tub?”

Bucky scowled, and you pouted.

“It’s going to be so lonely!” you remarked. “And cold.”

He chuckled.

“In this warm water?” he asked.

“But so vast,” you teased him. “Without my husband with me.”

Bucky’s cock awoke with the little word.

Your husband.

Oh, how he loved being called your husband.

The two of you were planning to be married in the near future and were practically engaged now, but the title was still something he wanted to conquer, and loved hearing from your lips.

You reached down for him, pulling him to stand up, and Bucky held you closer as you threw your hands on his shoulders, squeezing him.

“Don’t you want to come inside with me?” you bit his lower lip. “Keep me company?”

He hummed, chuckling, and knew he couldn’t just say no to you.

“Of course, wife,” he gave your lips a peck.

You giggled, and stepped away, leaning on the counter and watching him as he took off his clothes, kicking off his shoes, pants and underwear all in one go, earning a little chuckle from you.

“Impatient?” you asked, grinning.

He just chuckled along with you.

“Always,” he shot you a playful wink.

Bucky leant to you again, holding your hips and caressing your skin with his fingers.

“Come on, wife,” he nudged you in the right direction. “Let’s get you in your bath.”

He stepped away from you, and let you take his hand as you stepped into the full tub and knelt, waiting for him to come and sit, and Bucky entered right after, relaxing at the feeling of the warm water against his skin right before you leant to rest against him, sighing.

“What do you think?” he kissed your temple. “Good?”

You nodded and he put his hand over your stomach, pulling you a little closer, and kissed your shoulder.

“You are a great lawyer,” he squeezed you. “And I’m very proud of you and of what you do.”

You whined, putting your hand over his, sounding both boomed and embarrassed.

“Bucky!” you rolled your eyes.

“I mean it!” he exclaimed.

You just shook your head.

“I don’t think so,” you breathed out. “I feel like I could do more for them.”

“Like what?” he caressed your skin gently with the hand he had on your stomach.

Bucky waited for an answer, but you grimaced, apparently not finding anything you hadn’t already done for the family you were representing.

“You have done a lot,” he kissed your temple. “Now it’s not in your hands anymore.”

You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder, and Bucky slowly moved the fingers he had on your stomach to your breast, running them on the flesh and plump bottom of it.

“You should relax,” he whispered into your ear. “Let your husband help you relax, wife.”

You squirmed, cheeks flushing in a blush.

“Bucky,” you threw your head back a little bit.

He caressed your breast slowly, massaging it and reaching for your nipple, pulling on it slowly and making you whimper.

“My pretty wife,” he touched your other breast, doing the same to it, teasing and playing with your sensitive peaks. “Such a hard-working woman, the one I found for myself.”

You arched your chest to his hands, exhaling in a very soft sound.

“You work so hard,” he played with your nipples, watching your body squirming and shivering, reacting to his touches.

He trailed one of his hands down to your hips, and felt you spreading your legs under the water.

“My pretty wife,” he kissed your neck. “A big shot lawyer…”

You giggled, and he spread your inner lips and folds, already finding them slicky and wet.

“So sensitive for her husband,” he touched your entrance.

You arched your hips, whimpering a little, and he kissed your shoulder.

“Always making me so proud…” he tapped your clit softly. “But never relaxing.”

“Bucky…” you whined.

You pouted, squirming and moaning, and he hummed along with you, kissing the sweet spots of your neck.

He could feel the difference between the actual water and your wetness, even underwater. Your pussy was slick, warm and welcoming, and practically hugged his finger tightly when he pushed it into your cunt, and you whimpered when he took his finger up to your clit again, rolling it slowly.

“Such a lovely cunt,” he cooed into your ear, fingers picking up their pace. “I can feel it drooling for me even with the water, my pretty wife. You’re always so responsive to me.”

You moaned, arching your body to him, and he squeezed your tit in his hand, reaching for your stiff nipple and pulling on it, twisting it, grinning as he watched your face twisting and heard the mix of a gasp and a moan coming from your lips.

“Such perfect tits,” he kissed the curve of your neck. “And a perfect cunt, so hungry and so receptive.”

You continued to moan and squirm, with his name falling from your lips along with your little sounds, as his fingers never stopped to play and tease your clit and tit.

He knew he was going to be gladly buried in there tonight, licking and sucking your folds, taking orgasm after orgasm from you until you were a wreck, foggy eyed and only able to say his name.

But right now, you were having a relaxing bath, and he was never going to stop his perfect wife from relaxing.

So he played you like you were his favourite instrument - which you were - as he whispered sweet dirty words into your ears and felt your body moving and heard your moans growing, and held you down when your hips started thrusting against his hand.

“You’re gonna cum, my pretty wife?” he kissed your shoulder. “Gonna cum for your husband?”

“Yes,” you cried. “Yes, Bucky, please.”

He picked up on his pace, holding you down as you came, quivering and shaking, crying out loud.

You were still quivering when he stood up, picking you up and walking back to your bedroom, and threw you on the bed.

“Bucky!” you squeaked, giggling.

James climbed on top of you, not caring about how your bodies were getting everything wet, and kissed your lips hungrily.

“My pretty wife,” he kissed your neck, moving down and kissing your chest before he grabbed your knee, pushing it up.

You pushed your fingers into his hair, pulling him right back and kissing him, and he angled his cock, pushing it into your cunt and resting his forehead on his when you gasped. He’d been hard since you sat between his legs in the tub.

Fuck, you were so wet, so warm.

“Bucky,” you closed your eyes.

“My wife,” he grunted against your lips, thrusting into you. “Always so wet for me.”

You arched your hips, meeting his strokes, already sensitive from your previous orgasm, as your cunt squeezed his cock, hungry and slicky. It was so easy for him to make you cum. Bucky loved taking and taking them from you, making you scream for him.

So he took his fingers to your cunt, and played with your clit, devouring your lips and your moans as he worked on making you feel good, and pulled back to look at your face when you inhaled deeply.

It was an image he truly adored, the way cheeks flushed, and your eyes closed, and your lips parted as you found your way over the edge.

The walls of your cunt fluttered around his cock, and he had to hold himself from cumming for a split of a moment, completely taken by you.

And then you pulled him back, kissing him with even more hunger than before, moving your body to get closer to him, and pouted when he pulled away from you.

“Husband,” you whined.

Bucky grunted at the name, throbbing inside you, and took his lips down to your neck, sucking on it before pushing his lips to your chest. The position you two were before didn’t make it easy for him to access them, but now they were right in front of him.

He bit the flesh of your tits for a moment, and then your nipple, and bit down on it gently before sucking on your flesh.

He loved sucking marks on your skin, marking you, to make everyone know you were his. It was sad that he needed to keep his bruises a little hidden because of your job.

As long as you knew it and they reminded you of how you were his, it was enough.

“Bucky,” you arched your chest.

“Want to make you feel good,” he rolled your clit in his finger, earning a whimper from you.

He pinched your clit a little and chuckled when you squeaked, cunt fluttering around his cock again, and your sounds made it even more obvious how you were already near the edge.

“James!” you gasped, arching your body to him. “Oh, fuck.”

“You’re gonna cum again?” he asked, smiling at you. “Already, baby?”

You pouted.

“Want to cum together,” you affirmed, moving your fingers on his back and running your nails over his skin. “Please, husband.”

He looked back at your face and rubbed his nose on yours.

“Please,” you panted. “I want to make you feel good.”

Your cunt squeezed his cock, getting wetter and warmer.

“Y/N,” he grunted.

He was holding himself back for quite a bit of time. Bucky wanted to ravish you, to make you come apart.

Still, you pulled him up, and kissed him.

“Please,” you moaned. “Together.”

How could he say no?

Bucky angled himself, resting his forehead on yours and moaning when your walls squeezed him, joining you in your soft wanton cries.

“Cum with me,” you pleaded. “Please, husband. Fill me up.”

He grunted, squeezing you close as he thrust into you, letting his eyes close and his body take him.

“With me,” he grunted, playing faster with your clit. “Cum with me. Milk my cock.”

You pulled him up to kiss him, moaning into his lips as your cunt started squeezing around him, triggering his orgasm along with yours, and he rode it fucking you, faster and faster, and slowly down little by little.

Bucky had his eyes closed when you kissed him, first his nose and then his jaw, and then his lips again, brushing his hair with your fingers.

He pulled himself from inside you and laid by your side, pulling you to his chest and kissing your temple, moving his fingers up and down your back.

“Rest a little,” he instructed. “I still want to devour your cunt.”

You laughed into his neck, amused, but Bucky scowled, reaching down and pinching your ass.

“I mean it!” he insisted.

You raised your head to look at him, pressing your lips to his and giving him a hungry kiss.

“I can’t wait,” you assured him.

You lied back, but pulled back with a surprised face when you seemed to realise something.

“Bucky, I almost forgot!” you exclaimed. “The Greens invited me to Joshua’s birthday and said I could take my partner with me.”

He raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, and you moved your hand to metal hand, interlacing your fingers with his.

“I want to go,” you told him, firmly. “But you don’t have to come if you didn’t want to. I know you don’t like parties.”

Parties were noisy, and he wasn’t that big of a fan of noise. But the invitation had been extended not just to you, but to him too.

He was about to answer when an idea sparked in his mind.

“Would they mind if I brought one of the guys?” he asked. “Do you think the boy would like to meet one of the Avengers?”

It was your turn to look a little surprised. It wasn’t like you made your relationship with Bucky public. The few pictures you had with him in your office had a remarkable lack of his face and arm in them, to keep his privacy intact. He doubted anyone ever made such a connection.

“I can ask them,” you told him. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed. “I’m sure Tony will be happy to send a fun gift, and either Sam or Steve are happy to show up. Or Clint, too.”

You nodded, laying back down.

“Okay, I’ll ask them about it.”

Bucky kissed your cheek again, and squeezed you close with his right arm.

“Come on,” he bit your lower lip, chuckling a little with the joke in his own mind. “Let’s get you something to eat before it’s my turn to eat you.”

. . .

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[holylulusworld]

P*ssy pops

Summary: He wanted something sweet.

Pairing: Alpha!Ari Levinson x Omega!Reader

Warnings: adult themed suckers, a/b/o, scenting, mentions of slick, misuse of lollipops :), implied oral (fem rec)

A/N: I rewatched an old episode of Friends. Monica said something to Phoebe about mixing a lollipop and a pregnancy test up...this is how this idea was born...

This story belongs to my Leo & Alpha masterlist. It’s a prequel to the already released parts.

He hates grocery runs. 

Ari Levinson is not used to deciding on which pasta to buy. He’s the kind of man who decides if someone will live another day.

Unfortunately, he can’t live off gunpowder and Scotch. The alpha just ran out of groceries, and no one was willing to go on a grocery run for him. At least not his right-hand man.

It’s his own fault. He fired most of his employees, not trusting any one of them any longer. Now he had to leave his mansion and drive to town to buy food.

“Sir, can I help you?” one of the clerks asks. Ari stared at the pasta for too long and the young man fears the tall alpha is a shoplifter.

“Hmm…no…or yes,” Ari clears his throat. “I’m looking for pasta.” He rolls his eyes. “You already knew that.” He concludes as the boy looks at the shelf filled with pasta. “Can you recommend a sort?”

“Oh, that depends on what are you planning to cook.”

His head snaps toward the soft voice offering help. You smile sweetly as the tall alpha eyes you warily. “Pasta…”

“I got that, Sir,” you wink at Ari. “What do you want to cook? It depends on the sauce. Pairing the right pasta with the right sauce is essential.” You step toward the alpha to get a look at the shelf too. “I’ll go for lasagna this time. What do you prefer?”

“I got no plans, miss. I only wanted to buy noodles,” Ari exasperatedly says. He glances at the pasta in his hands, frowning deeply. “Why do they look like butterflies?”

“These are called farfalle. You serve them with classic tomato sauce or pesto,” you point out. “I like them very much.”

“Huh? Are you a cook or something?”

You giggle. “Kinda,” you look up at Ari, eyes a little glassy. “I sell homemade sweets, cupcakes, and cookies at my store across the street. Why don’t you come around if you find the time?”

He watches you grab a package of lasagna sheets. Ari licks his lips as you brush past him, and your scent surrounds the alpha. “Maybe I’ll find the time.”

“I’d like that,” you wink at him. “But be aware, my sweets are for adults only.” You giggle as his eyes widen a little.

“What does that mean?” he asks the clerk. “Hey, I asked you a question, boy,” Ari grumbles. 

“You shouldn’t buy her stuff,” the clerk whispers. “She sells odd cookies, cakes, and sweets at her store. I would avoid her shop at all costs.”

“Who do you think you are, boy?” Ari grits his teeth and steps closer to the clerk. “My father? I don’t think so. I’ll have a look at her store if I want to.”

Fifteen minutes later Ari steps inside your store. He inhales deeply as a mixture of your scent, strawberries, and freshly baked cookies fills his nostrils.

“OH! You came,” you clasp your hands together. “Welcome to sweets-treats. My store is for adults only. So, don’t bring your kids here.”

“What? Huh…oh…” he inhales sharply as his eyes land on the Les Tétons de Vénus, cookies in the shape of penises, colorful lollipops, and the adult-themed suckers in the shape of a vagina. “What's all this?”

Ari points at the lollipops, smirking as you get one out of the display. “That’s my bestseller. I call them pussy pops.”

“Pussy pops?” he whispers lowly. “Why do you call it that? It looks like a normal lollipop to me.”

“Well,” you round the counter to hand Ari the lollipop. “Have a taste, Sir. If you can guess the secret ingredient, you can have it for free.”

He inhales sharply. Your scent already has him on the edge. If you push him just a little more, he’ll lose control. “Challenge accepted,” he says and takes the lollipop out of your hands.

Ari thrusts the lollipop into his mouth. He licks over it, humming.

“What do you think? I used vanilla this time.”

He suckles at the lollipop, groaning deeply as the secret ingredient fills his senses. It feels like he can taste, smell, and feel it all at once.

You smirk at the alpha, knowing all too well he can taste the secret ingredient.

“Do you like it, alpha?”

He takes the lollipop out of his mouth. Ari growls lowly as you point at the lollipop in his hands. “It tastes like your pussy.”

“You’ve got a skilled tongue, Sir,” you step toward Ari to run your hand over his chest. “Question is, do you want to taste the original?”

>> Snippet 2

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[deathbyhertouch]

Over and Over Again

Phoebe Bridgers x f!reader

warnings: Smut 18+(mdni), angst, fighting, swearing, fingering, brat!reader, pussy slapping, bondage, hair pulling, choking

word count: 1.7k

Enjoy 😘

“Oh fuck off, don’t fucking do that shit.” She growled through gritted teeth. You rolled your eyes at her and crossed your arms.

“Sorry, I have to fight for your attention, all of the time, Phoebe.” You spat back at her.

“Are we seriously going to go through this fight, again?” She asked, voice slightly raising. You looked up at her, blinking back tears, but determined to hold your ground on this. She was home late for the third time this week, after promising to be home for date night with you. It wasn’t like she was an hour late, she was nearly 5 hours late. No text, no call, just late-again. You knew she was working hard preparing for the tour and getting things set, but on the other hand you were a bit fed up with being pushed to the sidelines. You had tried to be patient, knowing how hard she works for her career, but countless nights being fed glass promises such as ‘it’s only for tonight, i promise you, just need to get this chorus down’ or ‘the boys need help with coordinating tour venues, i will be home on time’. You can’t even remember the last time you slept together. She either rode the couch most nights or was staying the night at Lucy’s apartment.

“Apparently we are, since you seem to forget about me every other day. Honestly, do you even still love me anymore? Or am I just some accessory to only be yours when you decide you have time for me?” You huffed under your breath. One look at her face however, you knew you had pinched a nerve. Her face was beet red and her hands were curled into tight fists, knuckles white. In the blink of an eye, she was standing in front of you, looming over you.

“Wanna say that again, sweetheart?” She whispered. You knew now was not the time to test her, but fuck it, you hadn’t gotten properly fucked in months, and seeing her like this flipped some sort of switch in you. 

“I said- I must be just some plaything to you, you barely touch me anymore.” It was a bold move on your end, knowing that playing the brat card was high risk, high reward. You were horny, and this might be an ends justify the means situation. 

“Fucking brat, you know that? Fine. You think you’re just a toy, then I will treat you as such.” She growled in your ear, her delicate hand wrapping itself around your throat, applying a light pressure. You swore she could smell the arousal in your panties. You knew better than to play on something she had no control over, but you wanted attention, and by god you were about to receive it.

“Bedroom, now. You better be fucking naked by the time I get in there.” She pulled back, releasing her hand from your throat. You swallowed, eyes growing wide. Not really wanting to jinx the situation, you muttered a ‘yes, ma’am’ and made your way to the bedroom. You turned on the salt lamp, the soft orange glow illuminating the room. You made quick work of ridding your clothes and sitting on the bed, awaiting further instruction. 

It wasn’t long after, Phoebe came in, her hair now tied up in a small bun. She approached you, sweetly running a hand across your cheek, before gripping your hair into a fist and yanking harshly. It hurt but you were way too turned on to care. You gasped and she stuck two fingers in your mouth. She angled your head to look up at her and gave you a sly grin. She leaned over your agape mouth and spit into it.

“Swallow, like the greedy little whore you are.” She spouted at you, releasing her hands from your head altogether. You graciously accepted, not able to help the moan that escaped your lips, clenching your thighs together. 

“Thank you, ma’am.” You muttered, eyes raising to meet hers. She smiled down at you and ran her thumb over your bottom lip. 

“Good girl. Now close your eyes and lay on your stomach.” She gave your cheek a small smack, before she pulled back completely. You followed orders, turning and closing your eyes. You could hear some light rustling, assuming she was removing her clothes, or something of the like. 

It felt like an eternity, before you felt her nimble fingers, beginning to tie restraints around your wrist. She moved her fingers, almost feather-light, down your body. You felt a loud crack, and the rush of blood to your ass cheek. You whimpered, before feeling her hand rub over the sore spot. 

“ Count to five, whore. If you’re good, I might consider giving you a reward.” She quipped, hand coming off your ass. You nodded lazily, humming with content.

Smack. “One.” She rubbed your ass, cooing at you.

Smack. “T-two.” Your voice now breathy and uneven. You were absolutely dripping onto the duvet at this point. Phoebe must’ve also noticed because you heard a scoff from behind you.

“Not even phased by your punishment, are you? Making a fucking mess.” She spoke softly, but you could hear the smile in her words.

Smack. “Fuck, three.” Your ass was sore, and you were positive that come tomorrow morning, her handprint would be emblazoned on your cheek, broken blood vessels in its wake.

Smack! “Four.” Her slaps got sharper, as they moved to your other cheek. You were grateful she let up on your left cheek, however making up for that by using harder force on the other. 

“One more, pet.” She whispered. You nodded, silent tears now rolling down your cheeks. 

Smack. “Five.” You croaked, happy that the harsh treatment was over, but fuck if you weren’t utterly turned on right now.

You felt her lean her head over you and placed a kiss on each of your now bruising cheeks. She hummed lightly, satisfied with her work. She ran a single digit through your folds, collecting your arousal. She brought her finger to her lips, savoring the taste of you.

“So wet for me, pet.” She smirked at you. “I suppose, you’ve been good, maybe you deserve a bit of recognition.” You whined and nodded in agreement. Her hands moved up to untie yours, giving each of your wrists a small peck.

She helped you turn onto your back, moving to sit against the headboard, your body leaned up against hers in between her thighs. She placed wet, hungry kisses up your neck before grabbing your jaw and pulling it to face her as she ensnared your mouth in a heavy kiss. Her mouth was warm and wet and inviting, this was the intimacy you needed. It was a rather rough way to get it, but you were happy nonetheless. 

“I l-love you, Pheebs. I’m sorry for what I said earlier.” Your voice was no higher than a whisper. She hummed against your neck, placing a soft kiss against the sweaty skin. She moved a hand down your body, fingers grazing your breast, making you shiver against the gentle touch. 

Her hand found its place on the top of your pubic bone, eliciting a light mewl from you, bucking your hips up into nothing. She huffed a light chuckle, and placed a teasing slap to your pussy. You yelped at the sensation, utterly turned on. You must have been oozing at this point, her fingers finally granting you her sweet touch to your aching core. When she swiped her fingers through your folds, ending with rubbing deep circles on your clit. 

“You close pretty girl? You’re making such a mess on the sheets.” She cooed at you, knowing how much you loved when she talked to you this way, just did something ineffable to you.

“Please, ma’am, can I cum for you? I want to cum all over your fingers.” You were begging, which in turn made her slip two slender fingers into your dripping pussy. You moaned loudly at how easily her fingers slid in. She began pumping into you at a rapid pace. You were a panting mess, feeling that pit in your stomach. You were racing towards your release when you moved your head so you could look her in her eyes.

“Yeah? You gonna cum f’me?” She growled in your ear, tugging your soft lobe between her teeth. 

“Please, please let me cum, ma’am. I’ll be such a good girl for you.” You gave her your best doe eyes, watching the wheels turn in her head. Her fingers sped up, your pussy now making a squelching noise. She hummed into your hair, the hand not currently servicing you moving to pinch your nipple. You moaned and leaned up to kiss her, and she captured your lips, kissing you deep and slow.

“C’mon princess, let me have it.” She whispered into your mouth. You sighed happily and nodded, absolutely drunk on the feeling she was giving you. You felt your orgasm ripple through you, becoming a sopping mess, gripping her arm tight. Her fingers slowed a bit, helping to soothe you as you came down from your orgasm. She pulled her fingers out of you and brought them to your mouth. You opened up and took them on your tongue, swirling the tip around the digits. You hummed at the taste, she pulled them out with a pop of your mouth, before leaning down to kiss you sweetly. 

“ I love you, Phoebe, sorry I dealt a low blow.” You said, breaking away from the kiss. She pecked your cheek, running her fingers through your hair.

“I love you too, I’m sorry i’ve been so busy lately. I promise to make it up to you.” She spoke to you with such care and tenderness. You were happy, wrapped in her arms.

Love, A

[forasecondtherewedwon]

second's (eclectic) masterlist

Hello! Under the cut, you’ll find all the fics I’ve written for these fandoms:

television:

The Artful Dodger ⁎ Bodyguard ⁎ Bridgerton ⁎ Daisy Jones & The Six

Daybreak ⁎ Deadly Class ⁎ Dickinson ⁎ A Discovery of Witches ⁎ Dollface

The Falcon and the Winter Soldier ⁎ For All Mankind ⁎ Gilmore Girls ⁎ Hawkeye

Heartstopper ⁎ The Irregulars ⁎ Loki ⁎ The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Masters of the Air ⁎ My Lady Jane ⁎ Nancy Drew ⁎ Never Have I Ever

Peaky Blinders ⁎ Percy Jackson and the Olympians ⁎ Preacher

The Queen's Gambit ⁎ Riverdale ⁎ Sanditon ⁎ Schmigadoon! ⁎ Sex Education

The Sex Lives of College Girls ⁎ Stranger Things ⁎ Ted Lasso

The Umbrella Academy ⁎ WandaVision ⁎ Why Didn't They Ask Evans?

The Wilds

film:

Avengers: Endgame ⁎ Black Widow ⁎ The Hunger Games ⁎ Inception

King Kong ⁎ Marriage Story ⁎ No Time to Die ⁎ Spider-Man ⁎ Star Trek

Thor: Ragnorak ⁎ Top Gun: Maverick ⁎ Twisters ⁎ Wonder Woman

daisy jones & the six

E / 3k / Eddie x Camila - “Just Like Andy Warhol Said”

T / 1k - “Life and Death in Laurel Canyon”

E / 4k / Karen x Graham - “Typical Wonderful View”

deadly class

E / 5k / Petra x Billy - “Rats’ Waltz”

E / 9k / Petra x Billy x Lex - “We Test on Rats”

dickinson

M / 2k / Emily x Sue - “Another Dickinson”

T / 1k - “How Luscious Lies”

G / 376 / Emily x Sue - “Lands Away”

a discovery of witches (phoebe x marcus)

E / 2k - “Gladly Be a Fool”

E / 3k - “The Night Today”

the falcon and the winter soldier

T / 7k / Sam x Bucky - 3 Simple Rules for Dating a Centenarian

T / 1k - “À la Carter”

E / 5k / Bucky x Sarah - “Chasing Water Pumps”

E / 8k / Sam x Bucky - The Great Madripoorian Snake Off

T / 3k / Bucky x Sarah - “Guest Side Story”

T / 3k / Sam x Bucky - “Never a Gull Moment”

T / 4k / Sam x Bucky - “Stare Enough”

T / 2k / Sam x Bucky - “They're Sayin' (You're Gonna Be My Man)”

for all mankind

T / 1k / Margo x Sergei - “The Bridges of Madison”

G / 286 / Pam x Ellen - “Ode to the Front Porch”

T / 1k - “This Mortal Doyle”

gilmore girls (rory x jess)

E / 11k - Dreams I’ve Yet to Find

E / 24k - You Need Me to Be With You

the hunger games

E / 2k / Peeta x Johanna - “Elevator Pitch”

E / 2k / Katniss x Peeta - “Finally, Finally”

E / 4k / Katniss x Cato - “Lonely at the Top”

loki

G / 1k - “If You're a Robot and You Know It, Clap Your Hands”

G / 1k - “Mr. Second Chance”

T / 2k - “Riding in Cars With Lokis”

my lady jane

T / 1k / Guildford x Jane - “After the Horse Has Bolted”

E / 3k / Jane x Guildford - “Bad Latin”

E / 3k / Jane x Guildford - “Emotionally Stabled”

E / 15k / Jane x Guildford - It's Enough, It's Enough

E / 4k / Guildford x Jane - “Pure Grey”

T / 4k / Stan x Frances - “So, Hey, Check Me Out”

E / 1k / Jane x Guildford - “These Days Forth”

never have i ever (devi x paxton)

E / 4k - “Boy Meets Girlfriend”

M / 2k - “No Harm, No Towel”

T / 4k - “Runaway Ride”

M / 5k - “Swimming the Sonoran”

peaky blinders

E / 15k / Tommy x Grace - The Grand Dream of Things

E / 3k / Tommy x May - “Preferred Pastimes”

percy jackson and the olympians (2023- )

G / 830 / Sally x Poseidon - “but for the grace of gods”

G / 1k - “lullaby for a rottweiler”

T / 1k / Percy x Annabeth - “salt-and-vinegar dreams”

G / 967 / Percy x Annabeth - “soundtrack to a tooth alignment”

M / 875 / Sally x Poseidon - “a tall, tall tale no one believes”

sex education

E / 3k / Ola x Lily - “and the stars (they all aligned)”

E / 2k / Maeve x Isaac - “Please May I…?”

star trek

E / 3k / Bones x Carol - “The Deserted Planet, the Gorgeous Woman, and the Goddamn Torpedo”

E / 7k / Scotty x Jaylah - Something to Fix

stranger things

T / 2k / Steve x Nancy - “Always Mr. Right”

T / 458 / Eddie x Chrissy - “And Here’s to You, Chrissy Cunningham”

T / 1k / Lucas x Max - “The Kate Escape”

T / 1k / Lucas x Max - “The Lovers’ Lake Effect”

ted lasso

E / 8k / Keeley x Rebecca - “Cat Ladies”

T / 1k - “Crimminology”

E / 2k / Roy x Keeley - “The Halftime of It”

E / 3k / Ted x Sassy - “Sass Backwards”

wandavision

E / 34k / Darcy x Jimmy - Hex Life

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “Mailbox Blues”

T / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “The Neighbour Never Rings Twice”

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “One Papaya, Two Papaya”

T / 26k / Darcy x Jimmy - Only in a Sitcom

G / 1k / Wanda x Vision - “Our Names in a Heart”

why didn’t they ask evans? (frankie x bobby)

E / 2k - “One-Man Chauffeur”

E / 5k - “Sailors’ Hands”

the wilds

T / 2k - “Fourth Coming”

T / 738 - “Interviews by the Pool”

T / 1k / Shelby x Toni - “a verse about expecting the worst”

one-offs

Avengers: Endgame : Dolls' Eyes

Black Widow : “Same Day, Different Jumpsuit”

Bodyguard : “Don’t Ever Let Me Start”

Daybreak : “Garden-Variety Monsters”

Dollface : “Fender Is the Night”

Hawkeye : “An All-American January Christmas”

Heartstopper : “we sum up perfection like a handbook”

Inception (2010) : “Je Ne Regrette Rien”

The Irregulars : “The Sun Is Coming Up (I Think It’s Time)”

King Kong (2005) : “I’m Actually Quite Familiar With Your Work”

Marriage Story (2019) : “the whole night and the next day together”

No Time to Die : “The Blood You Owe”

Preacher : “Lonely, Handsome”

Sanditon : “Finding Georgiana”

Schmigadoon! : “I Fleetly Flee, I Fly”

The Sex Lives of College Girls : “An Abundance of Caution Tape”

Thor: Ragnorak : “In the Arms of the Anus”

Twisters (2024) : “get ya thinkin' (that you need me)”

The Umbrella Academy : “The Park Across the Way”

Wonder Woman (2017) : “Unconquered”

my fic masterlists

10 fics - the artful dodger

10 fics - bridgerton

13 fics - the marvelous mrs. maisel (midge x lenny)

12 fics - masters of the air

13 fics - nancy drew

13 fics - the queen's gambit (beth x benny)

38 fics - riverdale

71 fics - spideychelle

21 fics - top gun: maverick