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f14fun · 2 months

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pixelated love (!simmer x mv1) - chapter 7

synopsis: in which the famous three time world champion max verstappen wants to learn how to play the sims 4. except, he doesn't really know how to. so what does he do, search up a youtube tutorial. low-and-behold, y/n's video is the first he watches.

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yourusername: GUESS WHO'S SEEING HER SUGAR DADDY 😈🌹❤️😏✈️

story replies:

maxverstappen1: Not funny. 😡

yourusername: your sugar baby awaits u 🤤🤤

yourusername: get ready to have a clean apartment 🤑

maxverstappen1: I could use the extra cooking and cleaning help... as well as help with the cats...

yourusername: gotcha babyboy 💦💦💸😇

maxverstappen1: Currently booking you a flight back HOME ticket...

landonorris: Ayeeee get that bag sis 🤑💸🍑😉

yourusername: LMFAO LANDO GTFO

landonorris: Make sure you get that bag and ur kitty purrs too 😈

yourusername: BYE WHO TF STOLE UR PHONE 😭😭

landonorris: If he can make you laugh and giggle, he can make that ass shake and jigg-

yourusername: lando i'm going to BLAWK u 😭

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liked by maxverstappen1, landonorris and 239,761 others

yourusername: i hope pookie wookie bear has been enjoying time with me as i flex on the haters in my super duper uber-cool outfits (pls like it up, i think i spent like hours on pinterest and in my wardrobe coordinating possible outfits 😭😭💸)

view comments:

user1: ZOOWEEMAMA

user2: ALRIGHTTTT an aesthetic kween 🌟🌟

maxverstappen1: I think that your outfits look very super cool! 👍🏻👍🏻

maxverstappen1: I really like your outfits...

maxverstappen1: You look very pretty, schatze ❤️

yourusername: 🥰❤️

user2: GOODNIGHT LMFAO the boyfriend style commenting has me in tears 😭😭😭

user2: alright walk him like a dog sis walk him like a dog 🐶🐶🐶

user3: y'all forget that y/n actually has a bachelors and masters in data science and video game design... she is actually a woman in STEM who is RICHHHH but acts broke when she plays her silly little video games

user4: WAIT FRRR??? mother has BANK?

user5: yeah wait, literally people need to know more but she basically streams on the SIDE.... like she actually works for EA and SIMS 4 FOR REAL

user5: playing the game, testing shit, that is literally part of her job description

user5: y'all have been subject to this SCHEME i've known ab for years, actually!!

user6: BYE HOW LONG HAS SHE FOOLED US LIKE THIS???

user5: welp she's like 25 now... and she graduated with her masters at like age 21... so it's been six years since her job with ea LMFAO

user5: get PUNKED 🫵🏻

user7: bye so she wasn't lying when she said that she has a collection of dior bags... miss ma'am doesn't even NEED max's bag... she has her OWN

yourusername: LOUD. INCORRECT. BUZZER.

yourusername: i actually still do need max's bag as part of my MASTER PLAN for WORLD DOMINATION HAHAHAHA 😈😈😈

maxverstappen1: So I'm basically just a stepping stool.

yourusername: glad that you see your true worth babe 😘😘😘

georgerussell63: Get wrecked 🤣🤣🤣

maxverstappen1: STFU

user8: speaking as someone who literally SAW them roaming the streets of monaco irl... i'm telling you they actually might be a couple fr fr

user8: like he was always holding her bags, her clothes, just basically all of her shit 🤡🤡🤡

user8: and like i literally saw them at a hella expensive private club i know for a FACT that it's hella hard to get into last minute... especially on a week's notice oml 💸😇🌟

user8: bro and yesterday i literally saw them at DIOR and this man wanted to buy her BAGS ON BAGSSSS fr. ofc our rich mother refused but i SWEAR this man secretly bought her one or smth cuz he was eyeing them with sm intent 🤑🤑

user8: AND I DIDN'T INTENTIONALLY STALK THEM, MONACO IS JUST HELLA SMALL APARENTLY CUZ I KEPT SEEING THEM EVERYWHERE 😭😭😭

user9: are we nawt gonna talk ab how last slide miss ma'am is literally parading around with the ACTUAL FUCKING RING ON HER FINGER 💍💍💍

user9: zoom in y'all, i beg pls i swear i'm not hallucinating man

user10: WOAH WHAT THE FUCK???

user9: RIGHT???

user11: wait she is fr wearing that bigass ring around everywhere damn...

user9: ON HER RING FINGER NONTHELESS????

user12: i literally have no fucking idea what is satire and what's real life

user12: this is quite literally the LONGEST someone has still managed to keep me in the dark yet very much still providing me with sm information

user12: i feel bloody PUNKED 🤡😡

user13: wait ur so real LMFAO 😖😖

user13: maybe like the whole wedding bit is fake... but those emerging feels coming from BOTH of them seem VERY MUCH REAL

user14: ^^ such a good point 😉

user15: guys i don't mean to hyperfixiate (that is the last time i'll say that LMAO) but isn't the last slide a bit too close for "just friends" who happened to meet online first and irl just a few days ago?

user15: BYE ik we can't see it but we KNOW SHE IS DEFFO ON TOP OF HIMMMM 🤣🤣

yourusername: i have that top-dominant-alpha energy no matter where i am 😈👹👺🐺🐺🐺

user16: oh!-

maxverstappen1: Spending time with you felt very Spring Breakers Core!!!

user17: BROOOO Y/N HOW HAVE YOU GIRLIPOP-IFIED THIS MAN SO FAR???? 😭😭😭

yourusername: ughhh so true max...

yourusername: just wish we paraded around monaco in a big big pink truck

maxverstappen1: Well... there's always a next time for everything 🤭🤭🤭

user18: WHAT DO Y'ALL KNOW THAT I DON'T

user18: i hate hate HATE being left in the dark y'all 😭

user18: what in the fomo am i experiencing....

user18: this feels like gatekeeping 🧍🏽‍♀️

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taglist: @hiireadstuff @sinofwriting @mehrmonga @the-untamed-soul @glai1023-blog @loloekie @avada-kedavra-bitch-187 @sheastri @llando4norris @gwginnyweasley @carmenita122 @ririyulife @pausmoon @ur-fav-ave @eveninggstar @maddie-naps @erin-odonnell04 @rexit-mo @ems-alexandra @si1ver06 @iamred-iamyellow @bibissparkles @percypie @formula1blog @lanadelray1989 @rylieverstappen-sargent @luvsforme @eiaaasamantha @kaysmiles42 @mvaldez7821 @stinkyjax @sweate-r-weathe-r @laneyspaulding19 @mingyusbigrighttoe

some of these didn't get tagged, and i'm having trouble (?) it's being very weird, idk, so please let me know if your name is here and it didn't tag you ❣️

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author's note: ty guys for reading this fic! 😍🫶🏾

god the last twts made me chuckle a bit... n e ways, lemme know what form of media y'all want to see more of (i.e. twts, insta posts, insta stories, txt messages... i just want to gauge the audience opinion, yk?!)

also since we r getting into the nitty gritty detail of the romance aspect, i was wondering if y'all would want to see some prose/writing... rather than just a smau, b/c it's really hard to illustrate romance without all the creepy-ass paparazzi shots 😭😭

i'm also finally back from vaca! i'm still deciding if i want next chap or chap 9 to be the final chapter, stay tuned!

i'm also still a little behind on the taglist (like a few chapters), so if you didn't get tagged, PLEASE please please write your @ below, i'm so sorry y'all😭

comment if you want to be added to the taglist! ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

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merrinpngvt · 2 years

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Hello fellow Travelers and welcome to another Pull Showcase!

The 1st Phase Banners of the 3.4 Version were finally here yayy!

And yall surely know, how excited I was, to finally, finally, finally, talk about…… our beloved, awesome and handsome Dendro Daddy- Alhaitham! So as I always do, here are some Screenshots of my Instagram Story below, on how lucky- well… also terrible (sadly only my Main Acc had all the best luck, while my Asia and NA, were getting the worst luck ever- I own 3 Accs in total)- the Pulls went!

Make sure to follow my Instagram lmao, cuz I´m most active there (okay welp- almost, I have been very busy as of late tbh and also I must apologize to get to the Showcase that late, he´s almost over now, but yeah. I have a normal life to, yk and I´m working a lot too-)

I also happen to be on Wattpad, Fanfiction.de and Ao3 xD

I hope you all had a wonderful New Year´s Night/Day or whatever, had fun (like me, okay- mby somewhat fun, I celebrated New Year´s Eve with my Friends) and that u made sure to take good care of urself (like I said) and treated urself with great care! ok, enough ab this all! I love yall. ehe~

Until next time, Travelers!

#genshin impact #genshin 3.4 phase 1 #genshin alhaitham #genshin yaoyao #genshin light of foliar incision weapon #genshin keqing #genshin yelan and shenhe hype

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sapphicpetrodactyl · 3 years

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Do you have siblings? How many?

What was you favourite toy as a child?

Last thing that made you laugh

Last thing that made you cry

What traits do you like about yourself

What’s your last text that you sent (do not give any context)

Dream place to live?

Favourite quote from a tv show

Favourite quote from a movie

Last person you called

First app you check when you wake up?

Is there anything in your drafts/queue

Favourite school subject

What high school stereotype were/are you

Do you think your teachers liked you in school?

Favourite article of clothing?

Fashion fears

What is one skill you want to learn

Have you learnt anything in self isolation

Have you fulfilled any goals you had for 2020

Any goals for 2021

How much do you think you fit into the description of your star sign

What would you say your aesthetic is?

You can change one physical trait about yourself what would it be?

You can change one of your personality traits, what would it be?

Finish the sentence : “My favourite thing about tumblr is...”

What is the last assumption you made?

The last mistake you made?

Would you rather live in the Sahara or Antarctic

Favourite animal

What is ‘your’ emoji

Last thing you bought that was so bad that it was good

Something you bought but were never able to wear because of covid

What is the best piece of advice you received

Is love something that scares you?

Do you believe in love at first sight?

What would a romantic partner say is your best quality?

What does the person that is physically the closest to you right at this moment mean to you?

Favourite place to be kissed

Last person you had a dream about?

Kinda stupid but... cupcakes or donuts?

hehe you said you wanted asks

hehe, i will answer all of them :)

1. I have 3 siblings, 2 brothers and 1 sister, all are younger than me (2 of them are stepsiblings but i count them as my actual siblings) 2. A stuffed teddy bear called Ted, he is still my favourite 3. my friends being stupid on a discord voice chat 4. the last thing to make me really cry was The Song Of Achilles, i've cried since then but not properly 5. ummm... i'm kinda funny sometimes and I'm okay at making stuff 6. "gay" 7. somewhere with my friends other than that i don't really mind (as long as it's not too hot bc i can not deal with that) 8. "You don't have to carry a sword to be powerful. Some leaders strength is inspiring others." - Ahsoka Tano 9. "In times of crisis, the wise build bridges while the foolish build barriers." - T'challa 10. two of my best irl friends 11. tumblr :) 12. a whole bunch of scheduled posts that u can only reblog once a year 13. art 14. probably like the geeky kid who's obsessed with to many fandoms but i'm rlly quiet when i'm not around my friends so maybe the quiet kid? 15. i think some of them do but some not so much 16. this one pair of cargo pants that i wear practically every day, they're way too big and have so many pockets!!!!! :) 17. cropped tops, i'm rlly self concious ab my bodyand they make me feel rlly exposed (also they usually show of the tits and i don't rlly like that) 18. i want to learn how to make good costumes, bc i rlly enjoy that 19. i'm way more queer than i initially thought 20. I didn't really have any goals for 2021 so no i guess 21. well 2021 is almost over so i guess for 2022 i'd like to become more confident about myself 22.I'm a virgo and i fit some of the things said about my star sign but some i don't e.g. it says virgos are very organized, I am the least organized person i know but on the other side of things it also says virgos are creative and i am very creative. 23. sort of grunge, kinda punk but also softer and more foresty yk? also kinda chaotic academia 24. prolly smaller boobs 25. more confident in myself 26. My favourite thing about tumblr is... my moots and the opportunity to build a community and make friends also how anti-capitalism it is 27. I assumed my friend had not eaten today - i was right and i got them to eat some food :) 28. honey my whole life is one big mistake, i don't remember - prolly smth school related 29. I would hate the Sahara so much bc hot and sand, but i'd prolly choose there bc closer to civilisation and other ppl 30. i can't choose, i feel guilty if i pick favourites 31. idk 32. i can't remember, it's been a long time since i've bought anything 33. nice new t-shirt the week before lockdown started back up 34. it's all temporary, all the pain won't last forever (ik it's kinda depressing but i find it odlly comforting) 35. kinda,i'm more scared of the possible rejection than loving someone tho 36. i don't know, i've never experienced it but it might still exist. 37. never had one so idk 38. my brother in the room next to mine, i love him but he can be a little shit 39. idk 40. i had a rlly weird dream with one of my best friends in it 41. donuts (i do love cupcakes tho)

sry this took so long to answer :)

#long post #asks #tanvi <3 #my moots #holy fuck thst was a lot of questions #i enjoyed it tho #welp now u know all ab me :)#riot rambles

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 4 years

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lollipop, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You and your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook, were supposed to have a nice movie date, but somehow get sidetracked once you whip out that strawberry-flavored lollipop. Who would have guessed?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; smut (fem reader, public sex in a movie theater tsk tsk, palming, fingering, edging, no one finishes, welp); fluff; non-idol!BTS; cute but dirty XD inspired by candy - BAEKHYUN this is for @gowayyeonjun, you know why :)

“Where’d you get that?”

“Get what?”

Your boyfriend narrowed his eyes at you and pointed to your mouth. “That.”

Your lips curved into a slow smile. Pink tongue sliding out, curling around the hard confection. Your fingers spun the thin white stick slowly, pulling it out of your mouth. Jeon Jungkook’s dark brown eyes followed the movement, becoming darker with every soft flick of your tongue, pressing the tip against the lollipop and smearing sticky sweetness all over your taste buds.

“Got it when I went to the dentist.”

Jungkook pursed his lips, disbelieving. “They give out candy to adults?”

The strawberry flavor invaded your mouth. “I asked for it.”

“Share.”

You raised an eyebrow. “No.”

Jungkook puffed his cheeks. He held up the things in his hands. “Then I guess you don’t want any jellies, chocolates, or pop rocks, do you?”

You opened your mouth wider and placed the lollipop on the middle of your tongue, swiping it up and down, up and down, slow, sugary, sticky, turning your tongue red with the hard candy. Jungkook bit his lip, breathing becoming shallow, his grip on the bags of sweets tightening.

“Stop it,” he chided.

“Then share your candy with me.”

You rolled the strawberry lollipop in your mouth, coating it with saliva. He nearly moaned.

“Stop… We’re in the movie theater...” Jungkook breathed, leaning over the armrest.

You lowered your lashes, closing your lips slightly, popping the confection into your mouth. Out of your mouth. Soft, gentle pops, in, out, in, out. You could hear patrons settling into their seats, but you two were in the back. If anyone turned around though, they would definitely notice Jungkook closing in on you, panting needily, his gray hoodie spilling over the armrest, dumping the bags of candy he had brought earlier into your lap.

“Please…”

Jungkook leaned in to kiss you and you shoved the lollipop between his lips. He grimaced, frowning as you smiled pleasantly, smearing it over his lips and coating them.

“Oh no,” you purred. “You got something on your face.”

And then you pulled the lollipop away, pressing your lips to his, licking off the candied syrup, Jungkook moaning in your mouth, grabbing your face and kissing you greedily, tangling his tongue with your strawberry-flavored one, breath hot against your skin. You snickered, licking his lips one more time before backing away. Jungkook whimpered, chewing on his lip as he opened his eyes slowly, dark eyes cloudy with lust.

“… L-Let’s leave.”

You popped the lollipop back in your mouth and collected the bags of candy in your lap. “Why? Movie’s going to start soon.”

Jungkook thinned his mouth into a line and pushed the armrest between you two up, scooting closer to you. He grabbed your hand and put it on the crotch of his black jeans.

“This is why.”

You shifted the lollipop in your mouth from side to side. You knew Jungkook was watching your lips, growling as he placed his chin on your shoulder. You rubbed your palm against his growing hardness.

“Hmm, but I have jellies to eat.”

“Come on…”

The lights around you dimmed and the previews began to start. You slipped your fingers under the hem of his hoodie and Jungkook yelped sharply as you drummed his hot skin with your cool touch. You turned your head and frowned at him.

“Hey! Be quiet.”

Someone shushed you two from a few rows below.

“Yeah, Jungkook,” you whispered, dancing your fingers up and down his abs. “Be quiet.”

Jungkook buried his face in your white fleecy jacket, moaning softly as your nails traced patterns on his stomach. “Stop…”

Your hand slid down, outlining the bulge in his pants. “You sure you want me to stop?” you murmured teasingly, slipping your fingertip under the zipper flap, brushing against the metal.

He pressed his lips on your earlobe, gasping. “N-No…” You heard him swallow hard, pressing his hips back into the plushy red seat as you played with the button of his jeans. “But someone will see… Or hear me…”

Ah, but you knew your boyfriend well. His hands were wrapped around your upper arm, holding tight, needy pants in your ear, egging you on. You slowly teased the metal button out of the hole. He shuddered as it came free.

“No one’s going to see. We’re in the back.”

You reached up and plucked the lollipop from your mouth. Turned slightly to see Jungkook’s head leaned against you, long black hair spilling over your shoulder, eyes glazed over, mouth open, lips glossy and pink.

“Here you go, love,” you cooed, sliding the strawberry lollipop into his mouth. His lips closed around it, whimpering quietly in his throat. “Be quiet now.”

The movie was starting, but neither of you noticed.

The zipper was going down, accompanied by dramatic music from the opening scene, but your eyes were on Jungkook and his handsome face, the dim light casting shadows all over his sharp features, lollipop stick poking out of his mouth. He sucked in a breath as you palmed him through his underwear, feeling him swell at your touch. He mumbled your name around the hand candy.

“Hm?”

“Go under.”

“What do I get?” you breathed, teasing him by hooking a finger over the waistband of his boxer briefs and caressing his warm skin.

Jungkook reached over and fumbled for the zipper of your fleece jacket, stopping as the sound of the movie stilled, then continued as it got loud again with dialogue and action, lowering it halfway and slipping his hand under the coat.

“Did you wear that dress I like?” he murmured.

“Find out.”

His lips curled into a pleased grin as he touched the satin fabric of his favorite dress of yours, the plum wrap dress with the deep neckline. Jungkook liked this dress for many reasons. One, cleavage. Two, easy access. Three, because you looked fucking hot in it.

And four.

He gasped as his fingers brushed against the hardened nub.

“You’re not wearing a bra,” Jungkook breathed, nearly dropping the lollipop.

“Mmm, I wasn’t going to take off my coat anyway.”

Your hand sat on top of his cock, only the thin fabric of the underwear between you and his stiff length. You stroked him with your fingertips as he played with your nipples, rubbing his hands all over, sucking on the lollipop, trying not to moan. Good thing this was an action movie, because there was a lot of loud gunfire masking the tight squeak that escaped Jungkook’s lips as you wrapped your fingers around his clothed bulge and began to roll your palm into his hardness.

“A-ah, don’t…”

“I can zip you back up,” you purred, but he pinched your nipple. You had to bite back your own moan.

“I m-meant, don’t stop…”

He pressed his fingertip on your nipple and rubbed it in slow circles. You leaned back in your seat, bags of sweets sliding in your lap, temporarily forgotten as you rubbed his length, right there in the back of the movie theater, both of you staring into each other’s eyes, the lollipop stick trapped in Jungkook’s pretty pink lips. He reached in your coat with his other hand, both hands now gently cupping your breasts and pushing your nipples around with his thumbs. You could feel a wet spot beginning to grow at the front of his boxer briefs, pre-cum soaking the fabric.

“U-Use your nails… run them over the head…”

Your nails trailed down, gently scraping at the tip of his cock through the thin fabric. His hips quivered; thin, slight whimpers trapped in his throat. The wet spot was getting bigger and bigger, and you switched between your nails and rubbing his pre-cum in slow circles on the head.

Jungkook was losing his mind under you.

You leaned over and nudged his chin with your nose, kissing his neck, moving your chest closer to him so he could get a better grip and give you the pleasure you wanted. The sweets slid to the side, trapped between your bag and your thigh. You lapped at the space right between his collarbones, Jungkook gasping lightly, squeezing your breasts. Placed your lips on that spot and sucked hard, him trembling under you as he silenced his moan.

“Feeling good?”

You had left him a nice hickey.

“Mm-hmm…”

You heard the movie sounds quiet down, slowing to a more serious point in the story. Your hand matched the pace, gradually stopping, your palm blanketing the wet spot and pressing down in the head. And Jungkook couldn’t say anything, breathing hard against your hair, trying to hump your hand without making his chair squeak, but it was impossible. You simply waited, not reacting to his insistent tugs of your nipples. Unlike him, you could control yourself pretty well if you wanted to.

That fact annoyed Jungkook to no end.

You were pretty sure there was some deep character development going on, and you were also pretty sure Jungkook did not give a fucking shit about this character’s sad arc. He was probably glaring daggers at the movie screen. You took the chance to slip a finger in the opening that was always in men’s underwear. Honestly, what was that for anyway? It baffled you, but in times like these, it was useful.

You stroked a line down his pulsing cock.

You heard a crack as the strawberry lollipop snapped in half from the force of Jungkook’s teeth grinding down.

You had to bite your tongue to avoid giggling. Jungkook was becoming increasingly frustrated, gripping your tits tightly, completely forgetting that he had been in the middle of teasing you. Your finger lowered, spreading the pre-cum over the head and onto the slit. Crack, crack, crack. The lollipop was being crushed to powder by his teeth, barely audible behind his closed lips, but you could hear it because you were right at his throat, pressing your lips against his neck.

The whines in his chest were almost silent, vibrating your lips as you glided over his hot skin, blood pumping through his veins.

Deep dramatic music. It was certainly dramatic in Jungkook’s pants right now as you placed two fingers around the sides of his cock and slid them up and down his length. His hands dropped, urgently searching for the lower flap of your dress and gliding under the smooth fabric, finding the lace of your panties.

You pulled back a little as the action started up again, both on screen and in between your thighs, his long fingers stroking your slit, your juices soaking through. You could smell the strawberry scent from Jungkook’s lips, see his hooded eyes staring down at you as you rubbed him through his underwear again, matching his pace on your pussy.

“Want you so bad,” he whispered, holding the lollipop stick with his teeth.

You smirked.

There was a loud explosion. Some people in the audience below gasped.

You whipped Jungkook’s cock out of his underwear.

His eyes widened, dropping the lollipop stick and you caught it, tsking softly. Some high action tension was happening on the screen as you shoved the stick into the cupholder. Jungkook always put napkins in there before every movie. He liked being clean.

You were the dirty one.

Well, maybe naughty was a better word.

You pumped him, shielding his cock with your fleece coat, his finger fishing for your clit as he clenched his jaw, pressing his head back into the seat. You smiled as he found it, rubbing fast and hard. A tense showdown happening behind you, the hero skirting around in the night as you furiously jacked Jungkook off with his finger on your clothed clit matching your pace.

The hero was confronting the enemy for the first time, accusing him.

You tightened your grip, faster and faster, tremors racking Jungkook’s torso.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” Jungkook gasped softly.

The enemy taunted the hero, killing an important side character.

You gripped the swollen head of his cock and cutoff his orgasm sharply. Jungkook slapped a hand over his mouth as the gunshot went off, hissing and squeezing his eyes shut.

“N-No…” he murmured behind his tight fingers. Some important character development was happening as you started up again. “P-Please…”

“Shh,” you purred, wiggling up. Jungkook removed his hand from his mouth, slipping his finger under the lace of your panties. You pressed your forehead against his, his black hair brushing your cheeks.

“Wanna cum, please…” he breathed against your lips, so quiet even you barely heard him.

“I know, love. But you can’t.”

He whined quietly, feeling how wet you were, dipping his fingers into it.

“You want me to stop?” you asked gently.

“No…” His eyes were so dark, pupils blown wide. “Keep going.”

Your pussy throbbed as Jungkook slid two fingers in, thrusting slowly to avoid making noise because you were so aroused, pussy absolutely drenched. You started up again, up and down his stiff length, building up speed. The hero was collecting his friends, gaining support of his fellow comrades and rebuilding his resolve as your brought Jungkook to the edge once again, panting against his lips as he slid his fingers in and out of you, making you feel so good, his thumb knuckle rubbing your clit at the same time.

“You’re so wet…” Jungkook exhaled, breath hot. “Wanna be in here so bad.”

You could tell he was getting close again, so close, his lashes fluttering as you got him there, nudging him closer and closer that tipping point, just before, moments before…

You pressed your lips against his, grasping the head firmly as you stopped his orgasm again. He cried out in your mouth, muffled by your kiss and the romantic music playing as the hero confronted his love interest. Rising sexual tension between the hero and said love interest.

You opened your eyes to Jungkook’s pleading gaze, imploring you to finish him off. You could almost hear his voice, knowing exactly what he would say. You’d done this time and time again, in various settings, although perhaps never in such a quiet place.

Please, please, let me cum. Wanna cum so bad for you. Wanna show you how good you make me feel.

One of your eyebrows arched, lips still on his.

But we’re out in public, Jungkook. Everyone’s going to see how naughty you are.

He stared into your eyes, breathing in rapid, shallow gasps, right into your mouth.

Please, I need it. You’re not being fair. You always make me feel so good. Please…

Your thumb slid up, rubbing pre-cum on the velvety skin of the engorged head. Jungkook’s eyes rolled back into his head, shivering at the sensation. His fingers began moving inside you again, and now you both climbed together on that mountain, chasing the pleasure.

The action on the screen became more intense, nearing the final confrontation.

You stroked him hard and fast. He shoved his fingers into you, stimulating your clit at the same time, coating his fingers with your juices, your mouth over his to muffle his cries, his eyes telling you, it’s so good, you’re so good, I love you, please don’t stop, please, I need this, I need you, don’t stop, and you could almost hear it because his lips were moving against yours, forming your name, desperately trying to get you there without making too much sound.

There was a lot of tense stuff going on behind you and a whole lot more happening in your hand and mouth right now.

Jungkook hips bucked in the seat. There was a sharp explosion and all seemed lost for the hero. You moaned softly into Jungkook’s mouth and he groaned as the action hit its peak.

You wrapped your fingers around the throbbing head, squeezing tightly. Jungkook nearly screamed, orgasm cut short once again, digging his fingers into you and stopping your pleasure as well. You bit back your disappointment. Lots of things were happening on the screen, enough action that you could detach your lips from Jungkook’s, his low hiss soft, but deadly.

“Why?” he whispered hotly, puffing his cheeks.

“What are you gonna do, cum on my coat?” you shot back, affronted but playful.

“It’s white!”

You ticked an eyebrow amusedly. “Ah, but the movie’s almost over.”

Some nice closure was happening on the screen, but this was not the case for you or Jungkook.

Jungkook thinned his lips into a line, thoroughly irritated, but also aware that he asked for it. He pulled his fingers out of you, and you took his wrist, guiding them to his mouth. His lashes lowered, quiet erotic moan leaving his throat as he licked off your taste.

“Tastes nice with the strawberry,” he mumbled as he righted his clothes, tucking himself back in and rezipping his pants. He looked up as the closing scene was playing, the hero encountering the tough heroine and professing his love. Except that wasn’t what Jungkook was looking at, because you were in front of him, coat open and tits out, bouncing them in your palms, hard nipples poking out due to the cool air.

Jungkook’s eyes bulged out of his head, gesturing violently for you to close your fleece jacket.

You grinned and scooped your breasts back into your dress. Jungkook looked both disappointed and relieved as the closing credits played. The lights brightened once again. Jungkook scanned the audience, trying to see if anyone noticed.

“I never got to eat my jellies,” you pouted, shoving the bags of sweets into your bag.

“And I never got to watch the movie,” Jungkook snapped, taking the napkins and the lollipop stick, shoving the trash in his hoodie pocket.

You waited until he turned back to face you.

“Next time I’ll let you be then.”

“No, no,” Jungkook said instantly, swooping down and cupping your cheeks. “You don’t have to.”

“Hmm, you’re so upset though.” You stood up and Jungkook followed, taking your hand and holding it tightly. You squeezed his fingers back.

“I’m not upset,” he muttered. “I like all the things you do to me. But you make my life hard.”

You stopped at the stairs, looking up at him from the step below. The top of your white fleece coat was a little open, revealing a little bit of your plum satin dress and all of your cleavage.

“Only your life?” you teased.

“… H-Hey!”

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#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jungkook smut #bts smut #jungkook fanfic #jungkook scenarios #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook smut

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sinswithpleasure · 3 years

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The Playgirl (ft. LOONA’s Yves) [Part 3] [Female Reader]

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I’m back with part 3!

I know I said I’d start mentioning Yves being futa here, but welp, I doubt it’d be out until Part 6-8?

If you prefer, this is also on AO3 and AFF!

Thanks to @existslikepristin and @ggidolsmuts for editing / beta reading!

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Another month passes.

Yves has been improving a lot, and you're teaching her more than just math. Even on weekends, she requests tutoring, and both of you work on projects or study together, be it at Seoul U's cafe or in empty classrooms.

Two months since you began tutoring her, about one month since you took up her deal. Something in Yves shifts—when she began studying, it was out of just competitive spirit. Now, she seems to truly like what she's doing, and you can't help but to let yourself enjoy the sight of this Yves. She turns up to school a little more regularly, though she still comes to terrorize people. She doesn't go out to parties as much, choosing instead to hang with you. The attention you get from her feels like too much and not enough at the same time.

Other than being your student, Yves becomes somewhat of a regular fixture in your life. She still frustrates you—her semi-regular absences from school are met with your nagging and her regular dismissal, her constant nonchalance about how she carries herself still annoys you, and she still constantly flirts with you. That last point is also part of the reason why she is kind of a welcome presence in your life. If she isn't present in school, she will be seen leaning against a wall after class, leather jacket over her shoulders, your favourite mocha frappe in her hands. If she doesn't turn up for a tutoring session, she drops a call and apologizes, then makes it up to you with your favourite dessert next session. On the regular, she always has a compliment or a greasy remark tailored for you on hand, both making you groan and internally panic simultaneously.

It doesn't help that she keeps getting prettier, at least to you. Every day, her empty desk taunts you. Sometimes, you wish she was next to you, lollipop in her mouth, gazing at you and flirting with you. Your heart skips a beat when she pushes herself off the wall to wrap an arm around your shoulder, waving the frappe in front of your face with a "Hey, babygirl" . You look forward to the text exchanges with her every night, where both of you can text for hours. You adore her lip bites when she is focused on something, her soft "Assa!" when she gets something right.

Perhaps your crush on her is starting to get out of hand, but you don't want it to end.

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Your phone rings. Caller ID: yves 💘

"Yo, babygirl."

"Don't—ah, nevermind."

"The cafe's closed today. Wanna come over to my place?"

"What?"

"My place. Come over."

"Oh, um…"

"Text me your address. I'll pick you up."

"Okay."

When Yves hangs up, you panic. Her place? You'll get to see how she lives? Her private space? What?! You fire off a text to Yves, then you carry on panicking.

[yves💘 has sent a message:]

Gotchu

I'll see you in 15, babygirl

Can't wait ;)

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Yves's place is cozy. For someone so punk rock, her place looks so homely, so full of life. However, Yves lives alone. Weird, considering there's a lot of stuff that is placed neatly on tables and shelves, too much for one person to use.

"Welcome to my humble abode, babygirl." Yves curtsies, flashing you her dazzling smile. You place your bag down on the couch in her living room, rummaging to find what you need.

"Hey, would you mind if I went for a shower first? I've had a busy morning."

"Oh, no, sure. Go ahead."

"Right, thanks babe."

Yves leaves. In the meantime, you wander around her living room, glancing at the items on her shelves. A vintage tea set, a back scratcher, and an old camera? Those look pretty cool. Beneath that, another shelf holds a few old DVD cases, each of some old music from the 70s and 80s. Also, are those cassette tapes? You pick each one up, getting a feel of them in your hands. Damn, these are cool.

You wander along the hallways. When you pass by the bathroom, you can hear the water running. Suddenly, you’re hit with intrusive thoughts, all of them about Yves.

Your crush. Just a handful of metres away from you. Undressing. Naked. Under the shower. Water running down her bare skin, maybe over those chiseled abs of hers? Her naked chest, her legs?

You return to her couch, collapsing on it, trying to fight the dirtier thoughts in your head.

You sink your face in your hands, groaning at the thought of a naked Yves. This isn't the first time, and it won't be the last, but it sucks to be thinking of something inappropriate when the time isn't right. The gulps of water you inhale don't quench the correct thirst, but at least it does something.

"Hey baby."

Yves's voice makes you jump. The cutest girl ever greets your eyes, with a look that you never thought she'd rock. That same girl has her head bowed, a sheepish smile on her face, her hand moving to tuck some hair behind her ear.

She looks gorgeous.

Her wet hair, formerly slicked back, now falls over her forehead, forming cute bangs. Her leather jackets and crop tops are traded for a cozy oversized long-sleeved sweater that engulfs her body, giving her sweater paws. Yves pairs that with sweatpants, and a cute pair of bunny slippers.

She looks so cute and all you want to do is to mash her lips with yours.

You gasp, freezing. Yves walks over to you, planting her books on the table, refusing to meet your eyes. She grins when she finally looks at you though.

"How do I look?"

"Ah, um, er…" You stammer, unable to process the sight of the punk rock, cool, bad girl Yves now looking like a girly, adorable cutie. This wasn't Yves, this was just Ha Sooyoung.

"You… you look, er, good," you breathe.

Yves halts, red starting to colour her ears. She looks away, seemingly wiping at her face with one of her sleeves.

"Thank you." Her voice is tiny, tinier than usual. You want to hug her but you control yourself, settling to admire how she looks instead. She looks so pretty, so fucking pretty, and you wonder why she doesn't look like this on the regular. Maybe she's letting you see her more private, intimate side. Maybe she somehow found out you quite like this style. Whatever the reason is, it's working. How do you even continue to function today, now that you've seen Yves look like this?

You love this Yves— no, this is Ha Sooyoung, you hastily remind yourself. She looks so domestic, so cute, so… girlfriend? You want to glomp her, and that urge is increasingly hard to control.

"Let's begin."

"O-Okay."

Both of you slip into your roles as teacher and student. For Yves, it’s seamless, but for you, you struggle to do so. The student herself is a distraction.

The session begins.

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"Stay for dinner, babe?"

Yves rises from her chair, walking over to her kitchen. She begins pulling stuff out of her fridge and cabinets, setting them on the table.

"Oh, sure."

You sink yourself on a dining chair as Yves ties an apron around her neck. She begins work on chopping up some garlic and onions, and you let yourself just… look at her.

She looks so cool, so domestic, so beautiful as she works on whatever it is. You can't help but fall harder for her, and you let yourself gaze lovingly stare at her.

"You're staring, babygirl."

"Ummfhhhdgh!" You stammer, hastily looking away to pretend you weren't. You drum your fingers on the table, shifting around on your seat to distract yourself from Yves's eyes.

"Uh-uh, you don't get to hide now." Yves tilts your chin up with her finger, her eyes locked onto yours, her lips inches from yours. This is the umpteenth time Yves has had you in kissing range, and you wish she'd finish the job.

"You look starstruck, babe. Am I that pretty?"

"Y-Yes."

Yves chuckles, stroking your cheek with her thumb.

"God, you're so cute. I'd kiss you right now, but we both know we'd do more than that."

"Wha—?"

"I've seen the way you look at me. I know what you're thinking. If we kiss…" Yves trails off, moving to finish her sentence next to your ear.

"If we kiss, we both know we won't just be kissing at the end of the night."

When Yves finishes her sentence, you feel her soft lips press against your cheek. Out of the corner of your eye, you see her lips turn up in her signature cocky smirk. You’ve got the urge to kiss it off her face, but you pause, refusing to give in to her. She is right—if you kissed her, you wouldn't be able to stop yourself from jumping her.

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Dinner is a relatively quiet affair, with Yves winking at you when you catch eyes with her, and you becoming more flustered each time. All you can think of is about how Yves essentially admitted she knows you want her as much as she wants you, and that thought is enough to fuel your imagination for the night.

When Yves drops you off in front of your apartment, she gets off her bike, wrapping her arms around your waist from the back.

"Huh?!"

"Goodnight babygirl," Yves whispers next to your ear, her breath causing you to shudder, "I'll be thinking of you tonight."

That settles it. The fire between your legs needs some dousing. You can't help but turn to look at Yves with the utmost shock, meeting her knowing grin. Yves waves, putting her helmet back on and riding off into the night.

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The cold shower you take after reaching home does nothing for you. Yves's words still ring deep in your ear.

If we kiss, we both know we won't just be kissing at the end of the night.

I'll be thinking of you tonight.

Your body feels warm—too warm for the oversized T-shirt and boyshorts you have on. The thought of having Yves pin you against a wall, her lips on yours, tongue swiping at your lips to gain access is way too much for you, and soon enough, you imagine Yves pinning you to her bed, stripping you and teasing you with her touch. These thoughts lead you to lie atop your bed, your shirt pulled up to expose your chest, your boyshorts stripped off to let your hand circle your clit freely.

"Oh, fuck…"

In your head, Yves has her fingers on you, touching you the same way you touch yourself now. Her fingers mirror the way yours do—rubbing directly over the hood covering your clit, before swiping between your slit to wet her fingers.

"So wet, babygirl. All for me too."

"Oh, oh shit!"

Yves plunges her fingers deep within you, thrusting freely. Your free hand kneads your left breast, teasing your nipple to drive you crazier.

"Fuck, Yves, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Yes, babygirl. That's what I want to hear. Moan my name. Let the world know how wet you are for me."

The dirty sounds of your fingers thrusting deep into yourself only fuels your lust even further. The image in your head morphs from Yves fingering you to her between your legs, her panties pushed aside to expose her pussy. Yves pushes her pussy against yours, grinding against you, flexing her abs with each movement of her hips. In the physical world, you strip yourself of the shirt, grabbing a pillow and straddling it.

"How does my pussy feel against yours, babygirl? I told you I'd make you love me."

You grind harshly on the pillow. The haze of pleasure is all you can process—how loud you moan doesn't matter anymore.

"Fuck, yes, Yves, Yves, Yves, fuck, Sooyoung, Sooyoung, I'm gonna come, Sooyoung, I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!"

With a squeal, you grind harder on the pillow, feeling waves of pleasure wash over your body as slick spills out of your clenching hole. Sweat runs down your forehead, your back, down your chest. In your head, Yves comes just as you do, her body writhing in pleasure as slick flows out of her.

You collapse on the bed, letting the afterglow of your orgasm wash over you. Yves still doesn't leave your head, but you don't really hate that. You're way beyond trying to hide that you want to fuck her, or that you want her to make you hers anyway.

#kpop fanfiction #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #kpop fluff #loona fanfiction #loona fanfic #ha sooyoung #loona yves #smut #female reader #female reader insert

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pistachoz · 4 years

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Hi! can I have a The Man Who Fell to Earth Headcannon , and your just best friends with him and you teach him about birthdays?

Btw I love your blogs aesthetic!!!

A/N: aaaah sorry for taking so long in answering! this was going to be a short headcanon but i got a bit carried away hehe. Also, thank you sm 🥺 🥺 It took me a while to make it all matching and aesthetic. Anyway, i hope you like it!

BEING THOMAS JEROME BEST FRIEND AND TEACHING HIM ABOUT BIRTHDAYS

You met Thomas while working as a maid in the first hotel he stayed in when he arrived on earth.

The first time you saw him, with his black sunglasses and sharp black suit all you could think of was that he was as lost as a fish out of the sea because how the fuck did someone like him ended up in a hellhole like this?? The hotel didn’t even give you spare soaps! The man looked like he could afford a whole ass hotel floor but well you weren’t one to judge because of appearances.

So, you were the first to go straight to him and help him with his bags (even if he insisted he didn’t need help, you were paid to do that anyway). You tried to break the ice through the whole journey but he would simply stare deadpan so you took it as a “shut-up-im-tired-please”, however, when you stopped talking, he said he liked the random-weird facts you sputter about. So, you got to the conclusion that he was simply dry as fuck.

The first days knowing him was… well, something else. He wouldn’t crack a smile for any of your jokes (and you considered yourself hilarious, welp there goes your dream of being a stand-up comedian) and was always immersed in his world but something about him made you keep coming back to his room and spending at least 5 minutes with him. You felt as if there was just something he was hiding and curiosity always got the best of you so you set your mind to figuring what was it.

It took him a while to open up, but when he came clean about his provenance and why he had come to earth, you swore to yourself you would do anything in your power to help him out. This man -well, alien- was just looking for a way to save his planet. It also warmed your heart that he trusted you enough to tell you that.

“You are the only person I trust here”

“Are you serious? Aww, stop it E.T. you are making me blush!”

”E— Who?”

“Oh boy, you really gonna need some classes in pop culture”

After you knew, this was what was bothering him, things got so much easier in your friendship, now you knew you were actually funny and the problem was him!

He said he knew about your planet and the most relevant things about it because of T.V. FUCKING T.V. So, you made it your personal goal to teach him all you could teach about earth's popular traditions and must-do’s (man had never eaten cotton candy before!!11¿!).

Trying to teach him about the daily, normal things humans do like running errands or going sightseeing for the simple reason of watching a pretty landscape made him so confused, and for you, it was like taking care of a 5-year-old.

He would ask about everything and when I say everything I MEAN IT. That man had no boundaries when it came to satisfying his curiosity; he would pick up everything that appeared interesting or intriguing, no matter where you were which sometimes was a pain in the ass because he really needed to stop grabbing things randomly from stores, you are banned from at least 4 near your house because of a 'steal attempt'.

"What's this?"

"Don't touch it! It's a tampon, where do you even find it? Stop grabbing things from the street!"

Yeah, sometimes it was like watching a kid trying not to get himself killed.

One day you were laying on the couch, teaching him the wonders of Jimi Hendrix when something you hadn't thought before crossed your mind.

"I never asked but when is your birthday?"

"My what?"

"Your birthday, it’s, well- when you celebrate the anniversary of the day you were born, people usually make parties or they treat it as an occasion for being self-indulgent. It’s a big thing here on earth."

"I don't think anyone on my planet has ever done anything remotely like that."

"Really? No birthdays? Well, you are here so we have to do something, with balloons and gifts. You know, compensating the ones you haven’t celebrated."

You decide to not make something too big because you didn’t want to overwhelm him. So, you plan to make a picnic and then spend the day sightseeing. At night you were going to make a small gathering with a couple of your closest friends, you knew a party wasn’t really his scene but you thought presenting him people you really cared about would acclimate him more on earth.

When you asked him when was the day he was born, he answered that the date could not be calculated in the human calendar bc a ‘year’ represented a different amount of time than 365 days; so you stated the day he came to earth as his official birthday.

When the day came you were excited as a child with a lollipop, he just followed you around and marveled at what you showed him.

For the picnic, you made him pancakes which you had realized was one of his favorite earth meals (he literally make it his 24/7 meal after the first time he tried it, he didn’t eat anything else in a week 😭). Then, you went sightseeing the places you noticed he had liked more.

You hadn’t told him about the plans for the night because you had wanted it to be a surprise, so when you told him that it was time to go back home (yes, you were roomies), he didn’t have a clue ab what was going to happen. When you entered your place, the whole living room was decorated with balloons and the whole atmosphere looked v aesthetically pleasant (your friends helped you decorate while you were gone), on the table was the birthday cake you had prepared for him in the morning with frost saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY SPACEMAN XXXX YEARS” (bc u weren’t sure how old he actually was and by the floor a couple of presents.

He was shocked. He had never celebrated anything like this before, the “holidays” he had on his planet were more formal and not personal and intimate like this. He had a hard time trying to figure his emotions but overall felt so content of having met a human like you.

“What are you waiting for, cut the cake alien boy”

And then you proceeded to smash your part of the cake into his face.

“What? It’s tradition” And then he went and did the same, and for the first time you saw him smile for more than a couple of minutes. (he was so happy and smiley 🥺 🥺)

You spent the whole night between laughs, drinks, and karaoke.

After, the whole trying-to-launch-a-spaceship-full-of-water-to-space and the government locking him up thing, you went to visit him. They wouldn’t let you see him but you eventually did and helped him escape.

Your birthday was close but it was the last thing in your mind, too tired and consumed with worrying about thomas safety, so it was definitely a surprise when you woke up and the breakfast was already done, a big cake (made by himself “I even made the cake look” he had said) with frosting saying “HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N” on top. It brought tears to your eyes and you gave him the biggest hug you could muster.

For the first time in a long while, you spent the day carefree, enjoying the presents and surprises thomas had made for you.

#thomas jerome newton #thomas jerome x reader #thomas jerome newton x reader #david bowie #david bowie x reader #thomas jerome newton fluff #platonic but it can also be read as a romantic i think?#thomas jerome headcanon #thomas jerome x platonic reader #headcanon

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myelocin · 3 years

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I don't mean to step out of line but I just read all your asks from last night and YOU'RE really the one who needs a pat on the back. I've been living alone for a while now and starting out is tough for sure. I'm 27 and I still say it's tough, so I can only imagine what it must be like for you. You said you have older siblings so you should really try to ask for some help ): I hope it works out for you Nic, you're too sweet of a person to handle this alone

i'll put my response under cut so that i don't spam too big of a space if das okays ;w;

it's all good! :> the situation's a little distant between me and my siblings that's why i can't rlly ask anyone for help ;w; i wanna say i don't mind, because some days come where i really mind and get frustrated with how unfair the situation is,,,but what else can i do yk. i can be bitter and feel helpless but that's ab as much as it's gonna get. i only grew up w one of my siblings my whole life and we are not close...at all...tear...even got more distant when our mom passed and i went back to living w my auntie instead of w him..i don't even think i can say it's a tough love situation bc i don't think i can even talk to him at the end of the day. ion hate him & i always wish the best for him,,,but at the same time he's the reason why i'm in this situation rn too TwT (agen im too tired of hyperfixating on hatred so i will just turn around and rebuild bc thats the most solid plan i have to keep me going)

but mAN i wish i had siblings i can ask for help. i have siblings but rlly only by blood ;w; they're living their life and for sure having their own stuff to deal w so i'll leave them to it.

(the other sibling i have is like 3....or 4(? girl kid prolly 6 now tbh i dont even know) LOL...never met him. and probably never going too bc his mom <3 threatens me <3)

thank u for the super sweet words tho T__T it's not gonna be easy bc getting to that stage is ady a headache for me but WELP i'll just think of my struggle as future content material i can write ab LFDMAJKNSDFK there's little stuff i look forward to waiting for me along the way,,,so it's not just the eventual destination i'm excited for :> baby steps

#nc.chat #family #in short we are all separated #i love them in the sense that i know them #in alot of ways they still feel like strangers #but i wish the best for them n think ab them when i scroll past their contact somewhere

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blake-belladonna-defence-force · 5 years

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So I just read your rebel Blake and nerd Yang college au and I loved it so much !! I was wondering if you could write how they met or their first date? Or shoot, anything with flustered Yang and gremlin Blake. I Love all of your work so much and happy new year! :D

The one with Gambol the snake or the one where Sun comes into the room to give Blake a side shave?

Welp. I just base it off of the one with Sun. Sooo... here ya go, along with a bit of Sun and Blake friendship!

It might not look like it, but they do care about each other. They just show it by insulting the living hell out of each other 😅

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Yang fell back onto her bed and let out a tired groan. College moving in day was a hell of a thing but at least she had roped Weiss and Ruby into helping her before they left for their road trip with Penny. She still wasn’t sure how she convinced the Ice Queen to help but hey, she wasn’t complaining. Now, she was just waiting for her new roommate.

“Ah, fucking hell!” Yang sat up and quirked an eyebrow at a feminine voice coming from the hallway. That was a thing. “Sun Wu-fucking-kong! If you drop my goddamn bag one more time…”

“All it has is your stupid books, you nerd!” A masculine voice soon joined in.

“Yeah, so be careful. You could damage the spines!”

“I think I’m damaging my spine!”

“I’ll damage a lot more than your spine in a minute, blondie!” Yang bit back a laugh at that. Whoever they were, the feminine voice has an attitude. She could respect that. “You can’t offer to help me and then complain every step of the way. I swear you don’t know the meaning of the word “quiet.”

“What’s a word?”

“I’m going to pummel you to death with a dictionary, learn necromancy, bring you back to life and pummel you with a thesaurus, you insufferable smartass.”

Yang wheezed. That was certainly the most creative threat that Yang had ever heard. She didn’t know if she wanted this person to be her roommate or not.

“Wait… here it is.”

“Fina-fucking-ly! My everything is killing me!”

“Shut your fuck u-oh!”

Yang watched as the door opened and revealed a girl her age wearing black ripped jeans, some kind of band printed shirt (Puns ‘n Roses?) and a black leather jacket complete with heeled boots. Her hair was short with a pair of cat ears poking through her hair. Her left human ear had several piercing on it. Her left eyebrow had a small one, as did her lip. Her eyes, however, were what captivated Yang most. They were the prettiest amber that Yang had ever seen.

“If you’re done staring, Sunshine, I’d love a formal introduction.” Strange, pretty rebel girl said with a calm smirk as she walked into the room, carrying a heavy looking suitcase while her friend struggled with another. “I’m Blake Belladonna. The walking blonde stereotype behind me is Sun Wukong. And you are?”

“Yang Xiao Long.” Yang grinned, standing up and adjusting her yellow flannel. “So his last name isn’t Wu-fucking-kong, then.”

“Nah.” Sun grunted as he threw Blake’s bag into her bed, earning a very displeased scowl. “Blake’s just a bastard. Sorry ‘bout that.”

“Right…” Yang quirked an unimpressed eyebrow as Sun grinned at her. Did the boy not know what buttons were? His shirt was wide open and showing abs that Yang did not need to see. “Thanks.”

“Charming as always, Sun.” Blake laughed, playfully elbowing her friend in the ribs. “I can see why Neptune keeps you around.” She added sarcastically.

“Ugh, whatever, you bitch.” Sun grumbled in a good natured manner. “I need to go unpack my shit. You good?”

“Yeah, yeah. Say hi to your beloved for me.” Blake snorted, giving Sun a brief hug. “Give him my condolences as usual.”

“And mine go to your new roomie.” Sun retorted, effortless lifting Blake up into a hug before placing her back on the ground and heading out of the door with a salute.

“Well… this was an interesting way to meet each other, huh?” Yang laughed lightly.

“Eh, I like to leave an impression on people.” Blake said calmly, shrugging off her jacket to reveal the muscle shirt under her jacket and a right arm covered in tattoos.

“Woah, nice sleeve.” Yang complemented, tilting her head curiously at the dragon that flowed down her roommate’s arm. “It’s gorgeous.”

“Huh? Oh!” Blake gave a soft chuckle, holding her arm up and giving Yang a proud smile. “Thank you. I designed her myself.”

“You drew that?!”

“Yeah. Art is kind of why I’m here.” Blake sat on the desk and lifted a foot onto the seat of the chair. “What about you? Why are you here?”

“Engineering major.”

“Ahh… so you’re a nerd is what I’m hearing.”

“I guess.” Yang shrugged, sitting on her bed and looking at her roommate. “No shame in it.”

“No.” Blake said softly, narrowing her eyes thoughtfully at Yang. “No, I suppose not.”

This was certainly going to be an interesting living situation. A rebellious art major and extroverted engineer.

Who knew what could happen?

#blake belladonna #bumbleby #yang xiao long #rwby #fanfic

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reiranhell · 5 years

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Who is more likely to hurt the other? Physically speaking, Ranmaru when he tells Reiji to stop with his stupid jokes. Emotionally, Reiji, especially when he tries to distance himself from Ranmaru, thinking he’s better off without him.

Who is emotionally stronger? Both, and nobody can change my mind. They had to go through a lot of shitty moments during their lives and look at them: I’m so proud of these two. And with each other by their side, they can put away this strength for a while and be vulnerable and protected by the other.

Who is physically stronger? Ranmaru. He surely trains more often than Reiji. AND IT SHOWS. Oh God,I just pictured Reiji seeing Ranmaru without his shirt on, his well-defined abs in full view, than he rises his own shirt and pinches his little rolls of fat. Ranmaru sees this, grins and starts teasing him by pinching his belly while Reiji tries to put up resistance, telling Ranmaru to leave him alone. Then Ranmaru whispers to his ear that he’s fine the way he’s, ‘cause “you know that I like biting, I need meat for that”. And now Reiji doesn’t know if he’s horny OR OFFENDED.

Who is more likely to break a bone? Again, Ranmaru. I can see this dumb perfectionist exaggerating during one of his morning runs and break an ankle.

Who knows best what to say to upset the other? Reiji, definitely. When he wants to, he can be pretty harsh and cold with his words. It happens rarely, only when he’s in a terribly state of mind, but he surely knows how to make Ranmaru suffer. Fortunately for the both of them, as their relationship grew stronger, Ranmaru became aware of the fact that when this happens, it’s just Reiji implicitly asking him for help and support.

Who is most likely to apologise first after an argument? Well, honestly it depends. Normally one would instantly say Reiji, but if Ranmaru is aware of being in the wrong it’s not a problem for him to swallow his pride and apologise to Reiji. Needless to say that Reiji is more than willing to forgive his Ran-Ran and shower him with hugs and kisses. Reiji hates quarrels, but definitely loves the make up sex that comes after.

Who treats who’s wounds more often? Reiji with Ranmaru, but in general they don’t get wounded that often.

Who is in constant need of comfort? B O T H. But they are too stubborn to admit it, and eventually one of them breaks when their thoughts get the best of them.

Who gets more jealous? Again, both. But Reiji is more lowkey about it, and it’s way more terrifying than Ranmaru. He will gently smile and tell you to stop trying to be so “friendly” with Ranmaru, but his eyes…aren’t smiling at all.

Who’s most likely to walk out on the other? Reiji, and we have seen it in the “Kizuna” episode. If he’s stressed and the only thing Ranmaru can do is yell to him instead of trying to talk it out calmly, he will leave him and take his car to cool himself in a peaceful place.

Who will propose? RANMARU. HOW MANY OF YOU THOUGHT I WOULD SAY REIJI? PLEASE RAISE YOUR HAND. Reiji has a lot of issues with himself, and he’s scared to hurt Ranmaru. He is certain of the fact that he will never be able to make Ranmaru happy, so the idea of a marriage between the two is impossible for him. Ranmaru has a long way ahead in order to change his mind, especially on himself.

Who has the most difficult parents? Ranmaru. I see Reiji’s family as more open minded, his mother and sister would accept and love Ranmaru. But you know what? Even if Ranmaru’s mother is probably more strict and conservative, I think that after all that happened to their family, his first priority would be Ranmaru’s happiness.

Who initiates hand-holding when they’re out in public? Since they are idols, it’s difficult holding hands in public, but Reiji is the one who initiates it. It especially occurs when they are sitting near each other, maybe during a meeting, under the table. Ranmaru glares at him whenever he does it, but never withdraws his hand.

Who comes up for the other all the time? REIJI, OF COURSE. The big flirt loves to stir and provoke Ranmaru, he knows it’s worth it when he succeeds in turning Ranmaru’s switch on. And Ranmaru doesn’t complain either when this happens.

Who hogs the blankets? Reiji. And not only he hogs the blankets, he also cuddles near Ranmaru for more warmth.

Who gets more sad? Ranmaru, but more than sad is a “I’m done with human interaction, leave me the fuck alone with my music”. He tends to isolate himself a lot.

Who is better at cheering the other up? Reiji, ça va sans dire. He knows how to cheer him up, be it with delicious and warm food, or simply with his company. They often talk about music or other stuff they are both passionate about. Reiji will let Ranmaru have his alone time, but he will never leave him too alone with himself.

Who’s the one that playfully slaps the other all the time after they make silly jokes? Ranmaru, he’s always so done with Reiji’s jokes.

Who is more streetwise? R A N M A R U. This guy left home when he was still a teenager, worked his ass off in order to survive monthly and dealt with the Yakuza. Welp.

Who is more wise? Reiji. He knows a lot due to his long experience.

Who’s the shyest? Neither of them is shy, but Ranmaru can get easily embarrassed whenever Reiji shows to him his knowledge on how many kinks exist in the world. He’s a pure soul at heart, okay?

“What kind of fucked up mind would actually enjoy this?”

“… Mine?”

“…”

Who boasts about the other more? Both, and in this case Ranmaru is the lowkey one. He’s not as open as Reiji when he speaks about him, but he will drop a thing or two during a conversation with a proud smile on his face.

Who sits on who’s lap? Reiji. And I swear, this is one of the thing he does when he wants to get Ranmaru in the mood. When it’s just the two of them, Ranmaru loves to grab his ass and fondle it with his fingers while they are busy making out.

#otp questions #ReiRan #RanRei #kotobuki reiji #kurosaki ranmaru

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stellarbisexual · 5 years

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WELP

Chapter Two first impressions. Do not read if you don’t want to be spoiled, though it’s mostly just nonsensical flailing.

1. My Mike Hanlon feelings. @studpuffin can attest, when his voiceover started at the beginning, I lost it. I just! Love narrator Mike! I’m so glad they kept it!

2. My Ben Hanscom feelings. LIKE. adfnoasudnfgslkadsfadsougnsadlgskdbatorsgunfbmdakfngsjflda. What a fucking man. What a muffinpie. What a gorgeous hunk of Jay Ryanness. Thank you Andy for all those gratuitous ab shots. (It almost makes up for the fact that you required every woman in this movie to have visible cleavage in every gd scene -- seriously.)

3. So my general feeling is that I want to praise Andy + co for squeezing as much into it as possible and trying to keep it as balanced as they could. Like, fucking kudos. This is not an easy story to adapt, and they did a stellar job with Chapter Two. However, the price you pay for doing that is that a lot of the moments don’t have as much emotional impact because you can’t sit with them for too long before something else big is happening. I think I prefer this to the alternative, and considering I was sobbing for the last ten minutes, THEY STILL MANAGED TO MAKE IT EMOTIONAL.

4. I found Pennywise to be a nuisance. I just wanted more time with all my Losers.

5. Performances... it’s weird but Andy fucking Bean is the one that’s sticking with me the most. He was only in two scenes, but Jesus Christ, he did SO MUCH with them. Like, the way he played receiving Mike’s call was STUNNING. The actor in me was flailing a lot. He’s outstanding. I still don’t think Jessica Chastain was the right choice for Bev. She’s one of my favorite actors, but I just don’t see her as Bev, you know? And I still feel that way. Jay Ryan is officially the light of my life. And I FORGOT WHAT A FUCKING JOY IT IS TO WATCH JACK DYLAN GRAZER TALK AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT AND BE A NEUROTIC LITTLE WEIRDO GREMLIN. LIKE, I LOVE THAT FUCKING KID SO MUCH IT’S INSANE. And James Ransone did a wonderful job of creating continuity with that performance. Nicholas Hamilton wasn’t in it much, but he’s still one of my favorite actors from both movies. He’s just wonderful. Really thoughtful.

6. Benverly. G O D. I want to read so much Benverly fic, like holy shit. BEN SHOUTING “BEVERLY, I LOVE YOU” BEFORE HE THOUGHT HE WAS GOING TO GET SWALLOWED UP BY THAT DIRT? I FELT THAT SHIT. Benverly happy on a baller fucking boat with a dog? Riding off into the sunset? Bless. HE KEPT THAT FUCKING YEARBOOK PAGE IN HIS WALLET. HE WAS LOOKING AT IT FONDLY *BEFORE* MIKE EVEN CALLED. THAT’S LOVE, BITCH.

7. *deep breath* Reddie. I’m still not ready to fucking talk about it. That flashback of Richie in the arcade was brutal. WHAT A BABY GAY. I HAVE FEELINGS. There were so many little Reddie moments. In the Chinese restaurant, when Eddie was basically having a panic attack (which was a choice I *loved*, whether it was scripted or came out of improv by JR), and Richie just says, “Eddie” in that quiet, concerned voice, like y u do dis Bill Hader. Married idiots in a hammock? Eddie hitting Richie in the face with his little foot? Richie going over the etching with Stan’s voiceover of “Be proud of who you are”??? Richie admitting he doesn’t write his own (super hetero) standup material and Eddie shouting “I knew it!”

8. Damn, that kid with the skateboard really died, huh?

9. THEY GAVE ADRIAN MELLON HIS INHALER. I GOT SO FUCKING EMOTIONAL WHEN DON SHOUTED TO THEIR ATTACKERS “HE HAS ASTHMA!” AOFUSDSGIAKMDFLSGNFLSAKS That whole opening scene was so brutal. I didn’t expect Adrian to be such a sassmonster the whole way through, but I loved that choice, too. And they were going to move to NY. :( :( :(

10. Xavier Dolan, I can’t with how sexy you are. Just... baby. Baby baby baby.

I want to do bad, bad things.

11. EDDIE GOT TO STAB HENRY! YES!

12. All of Bill’s solo scenes were dark as hell, especially the one where adult Bill kills his younger self? Like what kind of crazy shit was that? I *did* love his moment at the fair where he told Mike on the phone he was going to go after IT himself because it’s always been his fault any of them were ever involved in clown hunting to begin with.

13. Mike driving out of Derry? <3333333333333333333333 (etc)

14. Dude, what a blessing for Hanbrough shippers this movie was! They literally exchange I love you’s in their last phone conversation.

15. Bill/Silver eternal OTP

16. Thx for not including Billverly smex

I have a lot more to say, but I’ll leave it at this for now. COME YELL AT ME, CLOWNS

#it chapter two spoilers

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iphoenixrising · 6 years

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For 600 Followers: The Surgeon, The Captain, and the Soldier

From the Dr!Tim Universe: civilian!Tony, Captain America!Steve, and Winter!Bucky Barnes. Mr_Flamingo said he would read the shit out of this. Welp, there you go.

Dr. Stark is a busy, busy man. Even without the weight of Stark Industries on his back (thank-you Miss Potts), he still runs from one emergency to the next.

This one just happens to be to The Captain America.

Which is so Classified even the top level brass don’t know the guy’s real name. Probably because his files have been sealed longer than most of them have been alive, which is just grand. If there’s anything Dr. Stark likes, it’s a challenge.

When Nick Fury of S.H.I.E.L.D came to him because honestly, he the best surgeon they’re going to get in this half of the hemisphere anyway, Tony tried to throw him out for approximately twelve seconds–

Until the file was tossed over his desk and a picture flops out pretty much in his lap.

And that picture is of a beautiful man.

With a star on his chest.

“I don’t put Cosplayers over people with real problems, Nick.”

“Stark, when I say he’s the real deal, that’s what I motherfucking mean.”

Mmhm. And he graduated from Med School yesterday. “Captain America has been dead for only seventy years, give or take. Looks spry for his age, good for him. I bet he’s Osteo’s wet dream, right?” Because he really does enjoy having witty banter with his rejections.

That’s when Nick Fury leaned over his desk, “you’re the only civilian the Black Widow has ever let work on her, and you think I’m bringing you someone in a costume?”

Some of the incredulous is creeping out of this exchange with the way Fury’s remaining eye is focused. “Seventy years? Nick, that’s–” but when Nick hasn’t moved a muscle, hasn’t blinked, probably hasn’t so much as inhaled.

That’s when the possibility becomes reality.

“Holy shit.” Tony’s eyes blow wide and the run-of-the-mill play date in the lab to make something to help with those pesky arteriovenous malformations is right on the backburner. “You’re kidding me.”

“Would I be here if I was kidding, Stark? He is the real World War II veteran. You save his life and I will give you what we have on a certain reason he survived.”

Dr. Stark stares for approximately thirty seconds, judging. The next instant he’s in his sharp coat and red shades, riding to DC in an Apache helicopter.

(Once upon a time, he would have told the engineers how he could make it better, but since his Dad died, he didn’t have to build for SI anymore. He could build for his passion and not feel one fucking bit bad about it.)

Forty-five minutes and he’s scrubbing in, the situation crucial. Agent gave him the run-down without giving him any real information on how this happened. He got a glance at scans of the cranial fracture and hemorrhaging. Shards of skull had been embedded in the grey matter (which makes no sense how he survived this long except as another shred of proof he’s the real deal. Captain Fucking America… his inner fanboy is screaming behind his calm, cool, surgeon demeanor.)

The team S.H.I.E.L.D gave him for the procedure are obviously all military, and in such need of a good laugh. Dr. Stark is sure they’re under order to watch every twitch of his fingers just in case he’s going to try making Captain America a drooling moron or something while poking around in his brain. So, he has to pull out the old SI CEO song and dance, being an unrepentant witty smart ass and talk fast before any of the sternly gowned agents can threaten him with horrible dismemberment if anything should happen to their delicate snowflake.

He gets the one called Barton to crack a smile while they’re scrubbing up, and it’s all going to be fine.

All is right with the world, except when he comes into the nice, sterile OR–

Where he finds the patient awake.

“Hey there, big guy,” he pats the shoulder of the utterly stunning blonde (who is apparently as old as his great-grandpa and has abs for miles), “we probably shouldn’t be meeting this way, considering you’re apparently the biggest secret in the Modern World, next to Big Foot sightings and the what is that gross ring around the tub really made of debate, but still, it’s nice to make your acquaintance. I’m Dr. Stark, and I’ll be your surgeon for the evening. Let me guess, gurney for one?”

He’s talking but checking machines, supplies, and sliding the special eyewear, taking the opportunity to review the site opened at the scalp to show the skull fracture at the side of Captain America’s head. While he watches, the skin is trying to heal around the clamps and a nurse apparently familiar with the Captain’s rate of healing is constantly re-adjusted to keep the wound open enough for surgery.

(The impact should have killed him. How did it not kill him? “Time is of the essence, Dr. Stark. You need to pull the bone fragments while he can keep his skull from healing over it.” Christ, Agent Tight-Ass, full work-up next time for Project Super Soldier Sandwich.)

“Hm…” slurred from behind the oxygen mask, and if Dr. Stark wasn’t one hundred percent invested on making sure he had everything he would need to fix the oddly not healing bleeder in the Captain’s temporal lobe (with things like Wernicke's aphasia hovering in the background), he would have shuddered. “Got that reference, Doc. S’funny.”

Watching the electroencephalography to monitor the Captain’s brain activity, Tony glances over as S.H.I.E.L.D’s people start filtering in around him and the ones with guns watch him closely through the observation windows.

“Never doubted you for a second, Captain. Guy that punched Hitler should be right above a Yeti in my opinion. Anyhoo,” and Tony, gowned, gloved, and masked, comes around to look at the very, very blue eyes and hold a hand close to the Captain’s blonde eyebrows to check the dilation. “The nice esthetician over there is going to hit you up with something to make you very, very sleepy so I can fix that terrible headache you’re probably having right now.”

And Captain America looks up at him from under those lashes, quirks a small shit-eating grin, “ssorry, Doc Stark. Knockouts...won’t work on me. S’ ‘causea the Serum. Gonna be awake no matter how much they gimmie.”

Blinking with his heart in his throat because he can’t imagine the pain the Captain must be in right about now, Tony gets himself back with, “oh? Then I have your witty repartee to look forward to while I work, don’t I Captain?”

“SSteve, Doc. I’m SSteve.”

“Nice to meet you, Steve. I’m Tony, and I’m going to save your life.”

“Soundss like ya gotta plan, Tony.”

And when the slightly familiar red-headed nurse gives him the thumbs up and it’s time to start, he has to step back around to the site being kept open for him.

“I always have a plan, Steve. Fortunately for you, part of my plan involves great music and nice conversations while we discuss your vitals.”

AC/DC starts in with a little Back in Black. And since he is who he is, him mouth moves on autopilot while he works with a delicate touch, fast and efficient, getting side-tracked from his running monologue with Captain Awake and Alert and Answering to accept vitals and updates from the other staff.

It’s been hours, and he’s on up-to-date knock-knock jokes.

They’ve run the gambit of must-see movies (and no he doesn’t see Agent Tight-Ass writing down the ones Steve asks about in detail because yes, he should see Firefly. Alien cowboys, Captain. Alien cowboys), and spent so much time on just the 60’s.

He’s gotten some stories that are absolutely hilarious (because Steve was so curious about the most oddball shit, ATMs, Fitbits, Twitter…) and is closing the wound in Steve’s scalp before he realizes he’s...done.

“Feels so much better, Tony, thank-you.”

“Hey, glad I was in the neighborhood. You’re quite the conversationalist when I’m poking around in your brain.”

“Could say the same. Thought ya might re-wire me to do something silly. Bark like a dog when someone says bell or something.”

And the staff is cleaning up around them, giving Tony the space to ease down just a notch, and wink, “sorry Captain, something I save for the bedroom, not the operating room.”

The sparkle that lights in Steve’s eyes–

–is really his undoing.

Riding the high of saving Captain America’s life got him all the way home and to his bed, still churning over the events of the surgery. Butterfinger and U were happy Daddy made it home in one piece (he’d kept the failed surgical bots, unable to decommission his first attempts at independent AI just because they’d rather play fetch than learn procedures...besides, they’re his creations and with their capacity to learn, they’re still evolving), and absolutely pampered him with coffee while he told them about why he was so late.

Butterfingers booped and patted his knee lightly while U rolled back and forth in excitement. Their favorite part was about the Apache, of course. His children were Philistines (but what would he do without them?).

Waking up at one am to Agent Tight-Ass leaning against the bureau in his bedroom was probably the fright of his life.

(Probably not, but no one needs to know that. Few people knew about his kidnapping in Afghanistan from a Medical Conference five years ago.)

“The Captain won’t let another doctor examine him.” Agent Tight-Ass said without even a hello or the decor is nice. “He’s asking for you.”

Tony completely blames it on sleep deprivation when he almost says my Captain? but shakes himself out of it at the last second.

The implications of Agent being here strikes him in the very next second and he’s throwing the covers off and climbing out of bed fast. A clean pair of purple scrubs and Agent knows he goes commando under his expensive and stylish pj pants. “Post-Op complications?” The litany of problems Steve could be experiencing after such a difficult and delicate surgery flash through Tony’s frontal lobe, a slideshow of problems he should have been able to catch before anyone else.

(They shouldn’t have made me leave him. He needs to be under close observation.)

“No. But, S.H.I.E.L.D needs to verify the Captain is physically fit for duty. He won’t let another physician check him out. We’d like you to come back to DC just to make sure.”

And, well, he’s Tony Stark, so he tries to play it off in front of Agent just to be a pain in the ass to deal with, but even before he’s had a single cup of coffee, Tony is riding in another Apache with his leg bouncing in anticipation.

He’s thrown a Henley on under his scrub top, cuffs up to his elbows and probably looking like a derelict resident, but dammit, at least he has good hair.

The damn corridors are long and Agent Tight-Ass is silently striding beside him while Tony desperately holds a cup of coffee in one hand and the Captain’s chart in the other, taking in every detail and plotting out all the worst case scenarios. What he absolutely doesn’t expect is to see the gorgeous man in dark jeans, red t-shirt, terrible trucker hat, and a single black-gloved hand standing against the wall like he’s the only thing holding the building up. Tony manages to keep his tongue in his mouth when Agent Tight-Ass stops to introduce them.

“Sergeant Barnes, this is Dr. Stark, the Captain’s neurosurgeon.”

And those eyes are like winter, grey and cool, taking him in from dirty sneakers to the half-curl just above his temple. It’s terribly frightening and arousing at the same moment and Tony is absolutely, completely out of his depth in hot men.

(And in-between relationships, isn’t he? Why are the Gods so damn cruel?)

“Very nice to meet you, Sergeant. I understand you’re an unapologetic smart-ass that can kill pretty much anything a mile away and make the worst borscht known to man. Pleasure is all mine, really. Borscht is already terrible, but making is worse? That has to take substantial talent.”

What he doesn’t expect is the tall, intimidating brunette with the sexiest stubbled jaw to blink down at him, head cocking sideways like an inquisitive cat, “s’at so? I think the pleasure is all mine, Doll. After all, Stevie ain’t quit talkin’ ya up all night. ‘Preciate ya taking good care a’ him fer me.”

Ah. Barnes. James Buchanan Barnes. Always thought those stories were exaggerated.

Tony absolutely does not, does not (think about them together), lick his bottom lip while staring up into those eyes. “Anything I can do for the red, white, and blue, Sergeant Barnes. Just showing my...patriotism.”

Tony grins wide when he gets the Sergeant to laugh out loud, ruining his intense I will murder you vibe.

“Speaking of the Captain,” Agent Tight-Ass interrupts smoothly.

Both of them give the agent waiting with a patient, pleasantly neutral expression, and when Tony looks back, he can see the tension in James Barnes, and lets himself be his usual kind of confident.

“Honestly, I’m going to take good care of him. If the slightest thing deviates from absolutely normal, you will be the first person to know.”

“Thanks, Doll. Good t’ know he’s in the best hands,” and the gloved one squeezes his bicep, right above his elbow (and he is completely imagining that hand has absolutely no give whatsoever) before he turns to where Agent is holding the door open.

The Captain is awake at this ungodly hour and apparently more chipper when he wasn’t in horrible distress from bleeding all up in his grey matter. It was really nice to see this side and observe his handiwork, amazed the staples had already worked themselves out and there wasn’t even a scar to show surgery had ever taken place.

(Steve’s hair is soft and unfairly naturally fluffy. Tony’s bare fingers are threaded in it while his thumbs press lightly over the surgical site to test the healing and be fucking amazed.)

Sergeant Barnes is there for the examination, back in a corner, with that sensual bad boy thing going on, arms crossed over his chest, eyes sweeping the room every few minutes (like he wouldn’t notice?).

And once he checks the normal vitals and signs, looks for all abnormalities, any hint of a complication, Tony Stark–

–lies through his teeth.

“You need at least a week of rest. No strenuous activity at all. No punching Nazis, jumping out of planes, or potentially dangerous anything. Watch terrible daytime TV, eat your weight in bad food, and take it easy. The possibility for complications, or of re-opening the bleed site is high, even for a Super Soldier. Normal downtime would be months, I’m giving you a week. No arguments Captain.”

He turns to look at the Sergeant over his shoulder and they exchange a nod, but he sees James Barnes rolling his lips down like he’s trying not to smile.

“A week? A whole week?” The Captain honest-to-God whines, looking up at him, sitting up with perfect posture that makes his chest thrust out in such a distracting way.

(Those eyes should really be illegal.)

“Absolutely. I’m saying only a week, okay? That is very, very good news for you. From the scans taken less than an hour ago, you’re healing quickly and well. Still, we’re not going to take anything to chance.”

He grins down, completely confident he’s giving Steve the chance to get out in the world more, maybe get out from under all the Agent-Agents around here.

It’s all too soon he’s being ushered out the room and back to his Penthouse in New York, his heart thundering in his chest. The last twenty-four hours seem like some kind of dream, some kind of forbidden fantasy, something he couldn’t have really done, and being set back at his place with his bots and his lab, his nice office in Stark Medical waiting for him tomorrow, with endless calls from Pepper about the Board really wanting him present for the Quarterly Meeting this time, all of reality lays so heavy on him that he thinks maybe Agent Tight-Ass messed with his memories somehow so he’d never be able to tell anyone why S.H.I.E.L.D really wanted him in the first place.

He goes back to bed for an hour of sleep, thinking about Sergeant Barnes’ hand and Captain Roger’s eyes.

Dodging Pepper’s calls the next day between consults, residents, trips to the robotics, and some time spent in the lab, he’s in his office for a whopping fifteen minutes when his secretary knocks on his door.

“I’m sorry Dr. Stark, but they said they know you and he’s your patient–”

When Captain America and Bucky Barnes appear over her shoulder, looking a devilish mix of sheepish (Steve) and smary as hell (of course, the crackshot), Tony wonders how much effort it would take to clear his schedule completely–

–for the next seven days.

#crossover #tonystevebucky #tony stark #steve rogers #bucky barnes #Dr!Tim au #my drab #my writing #for 600 followers

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ab-artist · 6 years

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Trick or Treat

My Sanders Stories tag: @allycat31415 @ninjago2020 @ajdraws0430 @singingjo @detroit-become-pan

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By AB Stories

WARNING: tiny sides, mention of poisoned candies and predators, nervousness, screaming/yelling, moxiety and roceit if you squint, POOR WRITING

You Have Been Warned.

"Hey! Everyone come down here for a minute!"

Virgil paused in his reading. The voice sounded like Roman's, virgil debated for a second whether to continue reading his R.L. Stine book or actually go down.

"Kiddos! Roman has a surprise for us!"

Welp, guess he's gonna read another time. Can't say no to patton.

When virgil made it to the common room, he saw patton enthusiastically talking to logan, who looked a little out of his league trying to calmly talk back. Virgil could only guess that patton was trying to get logan on board with what he wants by bombarding logan with his excitement. This is why you dont say no to patton, you're gonna end up saying yes anyways. (Unless youre truly uncomfortable or can't, whatever patton is doing always end up being enjoyable)

"Virgil!". At the sound of his name, he is pulled out his thoughts and sees roman.

"So glad that you're here, i had an amazing idea! And i do hope you'll participate!" roman exclaims excitedly

"Well, whats the idea?" virgil asks

Roman bounces in place, obviously excited to share his wonderful idea. "We're gonna go trick or treating in the imagination!" he squeals "as children too!"

....we're gonna what now?

Virgil simply stares at the creative side as he processes what he just heard.

Well, he thinks, its not a bad idea. That is usually what one does on Halloween, if you're a kid. But roman said they would be going as children so...its fine right? But the imagination could be dangerous, monsters could appear, the dragon witch could appear, and poisoned candy, and predators, and- no. This is romans imagination, he can make it whatever he wants. He could make it safe. Yeah..its sounds fun too.

Virgil blinks as he comes to a decision, only to notice everyone staring at him. "What?"

"Kiddo, you've been standing there frozen-"

"With the most enraged expression that could bring even the dragon witch to her knees" roman interrupts

"-for that past five minutes" patton continues, ignoring the interruption

"Oh.." virgil rubs the back of his neck, a little embarrassed he did that

"What were you thinking about, kiddo?"

"Roman's idea"

Roman fidgets, smiling shyly "..do you like it?"

Virgil had forgotten how nervous roman gets about people liking his ideas, he grins "yeah, it sounds like fun"

Roman beams, excitedly jumping again. "Oh this is wonderful! Its gonna be so much fun! Youre coming too right logan?". Logan side glances at patton nervously, "indeed." "GREAT! We'll meet back down here at 9 pm, be ready in y'alls costumes!" roman yells as races up the stairs heading to his room.

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At 9pm on the dot, virgil appears in the common room in costume. First one here huh?

As soon as he thought that, he hears someone descending the stairs.

Patton was walking with the grace of an angel. His cat bug dress flowing around above his knees and his wings bouncing with each step he took. He looked utterly adorable. He and virgil made eye contact and virgil was about to compliment him when-

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!! CREEPY CRAWLER!!!!!!!!"

Patton fled to the kitchen to hide, nearly tripping on himself. "Wait- pat- its me virgil!" he calls out. Green eyes peer around the corner.

"My dark strange Vee?"

"Y-yeah"

"You look very, very scary....good job."

"I could change...if you want"

Patton lunges forward "NO! uh- i mean- you look good, its halloween, you're supposed to be sca-scary..or cute" patton stutters

Virgil blinks. "Oh well, thanks...you look cute..btw.."

A blush spreads across pat's cheeks. "..thank you"

"UGH! get a room you two! Gag!"

They both turn to the sound of the voice and see roman at the bottom of the stairs in all his costume glory. His Kusco costume a vibrant red, accentuating the curves of his body. His make-up lighting up his face.

"By the way," he purrs, " i looove both of y'alls costumes". He looks down at virgil pants, purple with red lines around the rips, curiosity taking over his features "what kind of spider are you stormcloud?"

"A peacock spider"

Virgil proceeds to throws his hands up in a U form and simply stares at them.

Roman leans over, stage whispering to patton, "why is he doing that, its weirding me out"

A voice cuts in from behind. "That is the Maratus volans, or peacock spider, mating dance. Although you are doing it wrong virgil, the spiders vibrate to catch the attention of a mate and then they raise the legs for display and move side to side". Logan steps down from where he was standing on the stairs.

Virgil quickly drops his arm. "ITS A MATING DANCE!!" he screeches, voice rising on 'mating'.

Logan tilts his head "you didnt know?"

"Look virgil i love you and all but im not interested", mischief fills his eyes, he leans closer "but i doubt patton minds" he whispers

Virgil flushes, "sh-shut up, you idiot!". Virgil grabs a couch pillow and flings it roman. Roman squawks.

Patton turns to logan, leaving the other two to banter.

"Who are you, lo?"

"The Doctor"

"Doctor who??"

"Yes"

"...no i meant- oh..", realization dawns on patton, he smiles, "you look great lo!"

Logan nods "Thank you, you look very good as well"

"Thank you!" pat chirps

"Virgil look your boyfriend is cheating on you-" WHACK.

"we arent dating!!" virgil yelps, furiously blushing

The other side also is as red as a tomato, staring at the other two with wide eyes.

Surely roman wasnt implying virgil liked him, that not true right? Virgil couldnt possibly like him back. Wait does that mean virgil knows about how he feels? Oh god no, he's gonna be rejected and they're gonna stop being friends and-

"BOO!"

Everybody screams.

Deceit cackles while the other try to get their hearts to stop pounding at their chests. "If you guys aren't done, i wouldn't like to get going" deceit say after he stops laughing

Roman perks up, "OHMYGOSH! Are you Bill Cipher!!"

"No" he proudly, posing a little bit

Roman squeals "I love you costume, you look so good!"

Deceit's cheek go little pink. "Lets not get going" he says, pointedly avoiding looking at roman.

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When they get to roman's door, roman preceeds to knock on it.

Tap taptaptap tap!

It glows for a few seconds then opens.

One the other side is a neighborhood, houses decked out in decorations, kids and families dressed in costumes. The smell of candy and the sound of laughter filling the air. It looked absolutely amazing, the people looked happy, the decorations looked scary and almost real and some were just cute looking.

"After you" roman says

Patton steps through first, his size immediately shrinking and shrinking until he looked like a child.

Patton looks at his tiny body, "oh woah!" he squeals in his now squeaky voice, he turns back to everyone, "come on guys!"

And one by one the other stepped through the doorway and turned into a child. Once everyone was through the door closed and disappeared.

"Yo-you can make it come back...wight?" virgil asks, a hint of nervousness in his voice as he glances where the door once was.

"Of couwse" roman assures

"TIME TO TWICK OR TWEAT!" patton squeals

And off they went, starting with the house closest to them. Roman had made this world so that all houses has all the good candies and no spiders, theres nothing to wowwy about pat-pat!

They're knocking on the door, to the house they're at at the moment, excited for more candy, when the door opens.

"Dwagon witch!!" roman yells

Virgil puts an arm around pat and hold him closer. All of them looking ready to bolt(except roman who looks ready to fight)

The dragon witch just laughs, amusement in her eyes. "Worry not little prince", roman pouts at that, "im not here to ruin your night. I too, enjoy this night and simply wished to participate". She turned around to grab something, the small prince tensed, and turned back with a small cauldron. Full of candy.

All the sides yelled 'CANDY' when they saw.

"Of course you must say the magic words to receive some" the dragon witch said

"TWICK O TWEAT!!!"

After everyone got their candy, they thanked the dragon witch and started to leave. Except roman. Roman went up to the dragon witch and tugged on her dress.

"Yes, young prince?"

Roman didnt say anything. He just away and, to her surprised, hugged her.

"Thank you" he whispered quietly before running off back to his friends.

The dragon witch closed her door with a small smile on her face.

It was nearing the end of the night and everyone had long since grown tired. Pat was dragging his feet, virgil was cranky, deceit was pretending he wasn't tired, logan looked dead on his feet, and roman was shifting from foot to foot because his feet hurt.

"Who wants to go home?" the little prince tiredly asked

A chorus of 'me' rang about.

"O-...okay" roman yawned

He snapped his fingers and the door appeared.

It took much effort to walk to and through the door. Everyone turned back to their right age immediately after they passed through the door and then trudged to their rooms. Mumbles of 'goodnight' filled the air.

In the morning everyone will join up in the common room and sort through their candy, eating some along the way. But for now they'll go to sleep after an awesome night of trick-or-treating.

AN: idk where the moxiety and roceit came from, it just happened 💜💛 💚💖

#my sanders sides story #my post #virgil sanders #roman sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #deceit sanders #sanders sides #moxiety #roceit #doctor who #bill cipher #catbug #spiders #emperor new groove #halloween special

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SOME THINGS I NOTICED IN SEASON 6

its that time again

-SPOILERS FOR VOLTRON SEASON 6-

(obviously)

-first of all *insert high pitched screeching for twenty minutes*

-now that we’ve got that over with

-this was the best season yet, change my mind oh wait you cANT

-where was my homeboi Matt tho

-is lotor reALLY dead? is he rEALLY?

-WAS IT JUST ME OR DID KEITH LOOK REALLY GALRAISH FOR A MINUTE OR SO DURING HIS FIGHT WITH THAT JERK KURON

-SPEAKING OF THAT JERK KURON

-CLONE THEORY CONFIRMED x100, THE WHOLE FANDOM IS SCREAMING “I TOLD YOU SO”

-Keith: shows up to team Voltron fifteen minutes late with abs, his mom, an altean, and a dog

-I want a wolf from a time-warping quantum abyss. I love him he’s so cute and precious ahhhhhhhhh

-lotor is such a meme tbh. freaks out seeing his nanny, literally jumps into the nearest glowing void cuz his girlfriend broke up with him

-is. is shiro gonna try to pilot the black lion again. I feel like my son Keith really established himself as the new leader what is Shiro gonna do wha

-white-haired Shiro is beautiful. beautiful I tell you

-what the heck are the side affects of yknow. dying??? is he gonna be weaker, is he gonna get a new hand, will he still fight with Voltron or will he stay on earth

-Monsters and Mana. what can I say. I’m speechless. The breathe has been taken from my lungs. I can feel nothing but joy upon watching that episode over and over and over and over and

-PIDGE IS SO TALENTED IM SO PROUD OF THEM

-wtheck are the Galra Girls gonna do now?????? imma assumeeee they’re not going back to Hagar. they’re definitely not gonna try and save lotor. but I don’t think they’d wanna go to Voltron either????

-maybe Keith and Axca are finally gonna actually talk to each other cuz they’re either saving each other’s lives or trying to kill each other voltron e x p l a i n t h e m

-what is Texas Kogane’s name. what is it. tell us u cowards

-THE FRICKINGGG,,,, ANIMATION OMIGOSH ITS BEAUTIFUL ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL

-Hunk. Just. Hunk

-CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT FOR LANCE LETS GOOOOOOO MY BOY DESERVES IT even if he’s sad oh no now I’m crying

-THEYREGOINGBACKTOEARTH

-hmmmmmmmmmm

-THAT MEANS HOLT FAMIMY REUNION OMIGOSH

-AND LANCE CAN SEE HIS FAMILY AND RAIN AND THE BEACHHHHH

-AND HUNK GETS TO SEE HIS FAM AGAINNNNNNNN

-SHIRO CAN PROVE HE’S ALIVEEEEEE

-is Keith gonna show Krolia his dads grave

-oh no now I’m crying again

-imagine Iverson’s reaction tho. To Shiro and Voltron and the Alteans and,,, everything,,, even tho technically he knows the full story cuz of the great Sam Holt

-allura’s magic is,,,, best

-ALL OF THE REFERENCES TO OG VOLTRON DEFENDER OF THE UNIVERSE LIKE “I’m shiro’s twin brother”

-ROMELLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AND SHE LOOKS LIKE OG ALLURAAAAA

-FRICK JUST LOTS OF ALTEANS IN GENERAL

-can we talk about how keith and krolia were on that creature’s back for tWO FRICKIN YEARS LIKE PARDON mE

-yo what if they go back to Arus that would be cool

-sooooooo it wasn’t a Galra mark after all the thing on Keith’s face is a fricking scAR from that fake jerk kURON oMG

-he looks hella hot with it nonetheless so im okay with it

-keitH’S EYES TURNED YELLOW AND HE HAD MEGA FANGS WHEN HE WAS GETTING THE SCAR AND IM FRICKIN S H OO K

-alotta people predicted lotor going crazy for quintessence but nO ONE predicted lotor murdering Alteans for it and I caNNOT gET oVEr tHiS dang show writers always manage to pull one over on us

-IM JUST A BOY FROM CUBAAAAAAAA

-heck man the entire Keith VS Kuron fight. the whole thing. the wh o l e t hi ng everything about it omigosh

-is haggar finally gonna step it up and become the main antagonist she was set up to be or what

-who else cried real tears when the castle of lions died

-rip lotura 2k18. I’ve never seen a ship lose so many fans in so short an amount of time

-yea we saw Sendak like once????? conspiracy

-I like how the black lion didn’t even hesitate to let Keith in. She as like “finally!!! not that awful clone!!!” and just opened right up

-WE FINALLY GOT THE FLASHBACKS WE DESERVE IM SO HAPPY

-BABY KEITH BABY KEITH BABYKEIRHWKBSIBSUSBSISH

-will we see the other paladins as baby children ¿¿!¿

-what hurt me so mych was that in Keith’s flashbacks,,,, we see Mr. Kogane wore the clothes that Shiro wears later on prolly meanign the Keith frickin kEPT HIS DAD’S OLD CLOTHES IM HURT

-is Krolia leaving the BOM???? Im assuming Keith’s staying as a paladin, and Krolia seems very against ever leaving him ever soooooo

-finally ready for team Voltron to be the family they need again like geez louise it’s taken too long. blame kuron

-honestly, when in doubt, always blame kuron

-hey McDonald’s can I get one uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh death please cuz this season murdered me

-welp

-that’s all folks

-for now

-*voltron theme song*

-sayonara my friends