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venusacrossthestars · 11 days

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putt-putt

pairing- Lando Norris x fem!reader

wc- 1.3k

summary- You and Lando are too competitive for you own good, so what is a better date idea than a round of putt-putt

a/n: this is a little b-day gift for my bestest friend @arieslost I LOVE YOU BESTIE.

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“Babe, I don’t think it’s a good idea.”

If someone walked in and saw the look on Lando’s face they would assume that you just kicked the poor man’s dog. But the truth to Lando’s sad expression- your insistence that a mini-golf date was not at all a great idea that Lando chalked it up to be.

Lando stares up at you from where his head rest on your lap, his lips pouted out, “Why not?”

“Are you seriously asking me that? Do you remember the last time we went? Or the time we played Mario Kart, Uno, Monopoly. Do you remember anytime we played something that had us competing against each other.” Lando continues to stare at you, as if he has no idea what you are talking about.

“Lando! Seriously?! We each get pissy at each other. We are both too competitive for our own good.”

Lando shoots up from were he was laying, startling you. He reaches across you to where his phone lays on the side table, “But babe, you haven’t even seen how cool this place is!” He shoves his now unlocked phone in your face, “See!”

You move back and take Lando’s phone from his hand. You see that he already has their Instagram paged pulled up. You scroll through a couple of their post. 18 holes, Atlantis themed, has an aquarium, good photo opportunities.

“It is nice,” you agree.

“Babe. Please.”

Your resolve crumbles in a matter of seconds, “Fine, but I have 2 conditions,” you watch Lando’s face fall, “1- You will not, and I mean, NOT, do that spiderman-whatever-it-is pose on the course and 2- If an argument or anythings breaks out and we get pissy at each other I get to say I told you so.”

“Deal!”

The first ‘disagreement’ of the day occurred not even 2 holes into the course. Lando claimed that you had purposely aimed for his ugly neon green ball.

“You did that on purpose!”

You stand there with a bewildered look on your face, “Are you kidding me? Your ball is right in the middle of the damn way. Of course I’m going to hit it!”

This is exactly why you couldn’t stand playing against Lando. When the two of you played together against other people, you guys were a powerhouse, unstoppable. Putting the two of you against one another, well the results were what you were dealing with now.

“Lando I swear to God I will leave you here and you can walk home. Remember our ‘deal’? Because I do.” You wave your golf club at him in a warning manner.

“You’re right. I’m sorry baby.”

You sigh out, you could never stay made at Lando when he gave you that puppy dog eyes look, “It’s fine, let’s just try and have a good time.”

The two of you move through the course, you’re keeping score with a baby pencil on the little piece of paper one of the workers gave you when you picked out your balls, not trusting Lando to put down the correct score.

“Awww. Babe, look your favorite food,” You point to the fish in aquarium that lines the next hole.

You hear Lando make a noise and a pinch in your side. “That one looks like you,” Lando tells you as he points to the ugliest fish in the tank.

You ram you elbow back, hitting him right in the stomach, “You ass. Keep it up and you’ll be sleeping with them.”

“Come on, we got like, 7 holes left.” Lando grabs you hand and drags you away to the next hole.

Lando drops his ball on the green, lines up his shot and swings. You watch as the ball bounces off the barrier and rolls right into the hole. “Hole in one babyyyyyy!” He exclaims, club raised over his head. “I’d like to see you do that.”

“Bet.” Is all you say as Lando walks over to hole to retrieve his ball. He moves off to the side and watches as you line up your shot, a smirk resting on his face.

You swing, and your ball does the same thing that Lando’s did, resulting in you own hole in one.

“Hole in one babyyyyyy!” You mimic his early reaction. You do his same winning motion and you watch his smirk fall with a smirk of your own.

The two of you aren’t the only people in here, there is a family a four ahead of you and another couple behind you. As Lando and you are walking to the next hole you can’t help but glance back at the couple, who, unlike you and Lando, are being all lovey dovey. The boyfriend is helping the girl with her swing, standing behind her, holding her hands as they swing the club together.

You nudge Lando, “See we could be like them,” you point to the couple, “instead we’re two competitive a-holes.”

Lando shrugs. “I like your competitiveness, gives me my money worth.”

“Well be sure to keep that mentality after I beat your ass.”

“We still have 3 more holes,” Lando points out.

“Yeah, but with how bad you’re doing, I think I got this in the bag.”

“Don’t count all your eggs before they hatch.”

“Chickens, babe. Chickens. It’s- don’t count all your chickens before they hatch.”

“Wait, then what’s the egg one?”

“Don’t put all your eggs in one basket?” You say unclear to which one he is referring to.

“That’s it!”

You roll your eyes, “You’re lucky your handsome.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you pat him on the shoulder and start walking to the next hole.

“No, what did you mean by that?” Lando calls out from behind you and all you can do is giggle.

It’s the last hole and maybe Lando was right, you shouldn’t have counted all your chickens before they hatched. Because the past two holes Lando has managed to get two holes in one, you on the other hand were plundering.

“So, we’re tied right now. This is the last hole, therefore, the tie-breaker.”

“Do you want to go first?”

“I guess.” Honestly no, you didn’t want to go first. You rather watch how Lando does first, then try to replicate whatever he did, your strategy you’ve been using the entire game.

You line up your shot and swing. A very underwhelming delivery on your end. Lando goes and has the same result. Second swing same thing, ultimately closer to the hole before. Lando swings and his ball is just a little behind yours. Third swing, and PLUNK, right into the hole. You hold in your celebration, Lando could still tie. Lando goes for his turn, and he puts to much force in his swing, his ball goes in and right back out of the hole. It’s on his fourth try that his ball makes it in.

“YES! I WON!” Your shout draws the attention of the couple behind you, you give them an apologetic look. You turn your attention to Lando, who is looking at you with nothing but adoration.

“Well done,” Lando gives you a little golf clap and you take a bow.

“I guess I don’t get to tell you I told you so.” You say as the two of you walk in the parking lot hand-in-hand.

“Wow, we actually had a nice outing and that’s all you can say,”

You stop and jerk Lando’s hand towards you, “I had a fun time, even if we did get a little competitive.”

Lando’s hands move to you waist and pull you into a hug, “I had a fun time too, even though I lost.”

“Don’t be a sore loser.”

He wouldn’t say anything today, but maybe sometime in the future he would tell you that he purposely swung a little too hard on his third turn so that his ball would bounce out of the hole. But for now he could live with the little white lie, as long as it made you happy.

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morgana-larkin · 5 days

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Hi can you write a Melissa x reader with enemies to lovers, a true slow burn, and the reader only calls her ‘Schemmenti’ until the turning point where the reader finally calls her ‘Mel’? Thank you!

Hola! Here ya go! I have to say that it was fun, and I did not do an evil laugh at some point while writing this… 😏. Anyway, like I said previously, hope you’ll enjoy my period driven fics for the next week cause this one gots the smut too. (I regret nothing… I might in a week *shrugs*). Anyway, not edited in the slightest and I hope you like it!

On another note: I made a masterlist and I’m quite proud of it *does self five*. But then 5 minutes later the wifi craps out so I’ll be adding this one to it when it decides to work again as I need my laptop to do it. And if you want to be added to my taglist then let me know peeps!

Fine Line

Warnings: smut, I think there’s swearing but I’m too lazy to check

Words: 4.3k

You come storming in the break room and slam the door open, then proceed to stomp to the fridge. Melissa trails your movements and sees that you’re in a pissy mood this morning.

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.” Melissa teases you.

You throw your lunch in the fridge and slam the door shut then go to the coffee machine.

“I don’t have the patience for you right now Schemmenti.” You snap at her. You pour the coffee in your mug.

“Are you alright dear?” Barb asks you and you sigh.

“Just a rough morning.” You tell her gently.

Melissa has always seen how both of you treat each other differently. You both have a short fuse and didn’t like each other from the start. You accidentally pissed her off one too many times during the week and you got mad and started arguing back at her. Now it’s a year later and it hasn’t changed.

Melissa eyes you and you catch it and glare at her before walking out of the break room and Melissa smiles. If Melissa was being completely honest, she doesn’t mind the little rivalry. She has fun with you and enjoys how hot you look when you’re mad at her.

You on the other hand want Melissa to just avoid you, you have no idea why she enjoys torturing you and you want her to leave you alone instead.

Melissa stops by your classroom on her way to the break room at lunch. “Have you simmered down at all?” She jokes to you and you roll your eyes.

“I have and then I see you and it goes right back up.” You retort back and Melissa smirks. “What are you doing here Schemmenti?”

“I work here.” She tells you and you huff in annoyance and glare at her.

“You know what I meant.” You snap a bit at her.

“I came to see you.” She tells you and you sigh. She likes to come see you before she goes on lunch everyday and quite frankly, today, you don’t have the patience for her. So you stand up and walk towards the door. Melissa sees you walking over and she unconsciously licks her lips.

“I already told you that I don’t have the patience today for you Schemmenti.” You tell her, then slam the door in her face and lock it. Melissa huffs then defeated, she walks to the break room. Melissa likes talking to you, she just doesn’t know how to without making you annoyed at her. She already admitted to herself that she has a crush on you and she wants you to see her as more than a rival and more than a friend too.

“How do I talk to y/n without her getting mad at me?” Melissa asks Barb in the break room and Barb is stunned by the question. She thought that you and Melissa were gonna wanna keep this rivalry forever.

“Why?” Barb asks.

“Because I want to try and be friends with her instead of enemies.” Melissa says and leans back and crosses her arms.

“Well you could start with not insulting and teasing her.” Barb starts.

“Everytime I try it seems like I just annoy her. Like she thinks I’m joking or playing with her mind.” Melissa says.

“Well you did get mad at her everyday for her first 2 weeks.” Barb reminds her. “Maybe start with an apology.” Melissa sighs, it’s worth a try and she stands up, grabs her lunchbox and yours from the fridge, then walks to your classroom.

When she gets to your door, she stands in front of it for a moment then knocks. You answer it a few seconds later, when you see Melissa there you go to close it again but she stops it with her foot. “I brought your lunch for you.” She tells you and holds up your lunchbox. You open the door and stare at her confused.

“Why?” You ask.

“Because it’s lunchtime and you should eat.” She simply tells you.

“Did you do something to it?” You ask and Melissa huffs.

“No, because I’m not 12.” She tells you and hands you your lunchbox. You take it and just stare at her confused. Melissa then walks to her classroom and continues to eat her lunch while grading some tests.

There’s a knock at her door and she gives a ‘come in’. She finishes grading the question and finally looks up and sees you standing there, looking at her curiously. “Yes?” She asks and you sigh.

“Why were you being nice to me?” You ask her and she drops her pen on her desk and lifts her glasses up to the top of her head.

“I just brought you your lunch, that’s all.” She tells you.

“But why?”

“Because you’re having a rough morning and you’d have an even worse day if you didn’t eat.” She tells you.

“And that’s all?” You ask her.

“Ya.” She says and you turn to leave but glance back at her.

“Thank you.” You tell her and she looks at you.

“You’re welcome hon.” She tells you and you close her door and leave to your classroom.

Melissa smiles after you leave. That’s the first normal conversation she’s had with you and you even thanked her. She thinks maybe now you won’t take everything she says the wrong way. When she thinks back on that thought, she thinks that it’s nice to have dreams.

You walk into the break room the next day in a better mood than yesterday and Melissa looks up and smiles at you.

“Morning.” She tells you and you look at her confused.

“What do you want Schemmenti?” You ask her and she sighs.

“Nothing, just saying morning to you.” She tells you and you eye her suspiciously but then continue with what you were doing.

After you leave the break room, Melissa sighs. “Everytime.” Melissa mutters.

“Wow, she really does take everything you say the wrong way.” Barb says beside her and she turns and glares at Barb.

“Really? I didn’t notice.” Melissa says sarcastically but Barb just smiles.

“Just because you brought her lunch one time doesn’t mean that reverses a year of rivalry.” Barb tells her and Melissa sighs then gets an idea and smiles. “What did you just think of?” Barb asks cautiously.

“That maybe I could bring her lunch more often, as in something that I made. No one says no to anything I make.” She says proudly and Barb looks at her sceptically. Barb then prays that this doesn’t end badly.

The next day, Melissa brings an extra lunch for you. You stay in your classroom during lunch again. You end up staying in your classroom during lunch quite often, mostly to avoid Melissa. You start to think you should pack food that doesn’t need to be refrigerated and keep your lunchbox with you in your classroom. You’re grading one of your students' homework when there’s a knock on your door. “Come in.” You say and finish what you’re writing then look up. Melissa is there with a smile on her face.

“Hi.” She says

“I was starting to think you forgot about me, bummer.” You tell her and her smile doesn’t falter. “What are you doing her Schemmenti?” You ask and she walks up to you.

“I brought you lunch.” She says and you look and don’t see your lunchbox.

“Then why isn’t my lunchbox with you?” You ask her.

“Because I didn’t bring your lunch to you. I brought something I made for you.” She tells you and you look at her surprised.

“What?” You deadpan.

“I made food last night, and brought some leftovers for you.” She says.

“Why?”

“Because I did.” She says and sets the food on your desk.

“I don’t want it.” You tell her.

“No one ever says no to anything I make.” She tells you.

“Well I’m saying no to you now.” You tell her.

“That’s because you haven’t tried it yet.” She tells you and crosses her arms.

“If I try it and still say I don’t want it then will you go away?” You ask and she nods. Reluctantly you sigh and take a bite. You go tell her to now leave then it hits your tastebuds and you freeze. It was good, like really good, the best food you’ve tasted. And now you reluctantly tell her no to the food and tell her to leave. “There, I tasted it and I’m still telling you to leave.” You say and she looks at you unconvinced.

“I saw you hesitate, you love it.” She tells you and you know you’ll have to admit you do like it but don’t want it here.

“Ok it was probably the best thing I ever tasted but I don’t want it or you here.” You tell her and she looks offended.

“Why?” She asks.

“Because in case it escaped you, I don’t like you and you don’t like me. We’ve been enemies since I got here since I was an easy target for you. So now, please leave.” You tell her and she looks defeated but takes her food and leaves.

You think she’d give up but she doesn’t, she’s very stubborn, but so are you. She brings you lunch for a week before you finally blow up at her.

“Brought you lunch again hon. Maybe you’ll actually have it today.” She tells you and you sigh and rub a hand on your temple. She walks in and your anger that’s been building all week finally lets go.

“MELISSA WILL YOU PLEASE STOP!” You say and she freezes. “I don’t want anything you make! What I do want is for you to leave me alone. Forever!” You say and she actually looks upset which catches you off guard but still stick to what you want. “I don’t want you to talk to me or to bring me food ever again. We’re co workers, nothing more.” You tell her and she lets out a huff then snatches her food.

“Fine.” She snips and starts walking out of your classroom. “Try to be nice and this is what I get.” She mutters. You hear it and you’re confused. She was trying to be nice? Wtf?

A month goes by and to your surprise, Melissa does leave you alone. She doesn’t even look your way anymore. She pretends you don’t exist and for the first week you actually like it. Then the second week hits and it turns out you miss the rivalry you had with the redhead. You keep glancing at her throughout the week and she keeps feeling like she’s being watched and looks up and you look away quickly. If Melissa ever catches you staring at her then she doesn’t comment on it.

After a month, you go to talk to her. You both have a prep second period so you go and knock on her door. “Come in.” You hear and you enter.

She glances up to see who it is and she does a double take. “What do you want?” She says with a bit of anger and sadness lacing it.

You close the door then turn around and face her. You don’t seem annoyed, she thinks, more frustrated about something.

“Did you mean what you said a month ago?” You ask and she quirks an eyebrow.

“You’ll have to be more specific. I said a lot of things a month ago.” She says and you walk over and sit on one of the students desks.

“That you were trying to be nice.” You say and she looks stunned.

“You weren’t supposed to hear that.” She says.

“So it was true? You were trying to be nice?” You ask and she rubs her temple and nods.

“But why? You have been nothing but mean to me since I got here.” You state.

“I know.” She says. “At first it seemed like you just did everything wrong to make me mad but then I realised you didn’t know what you were doing and I was gonna stop but I found it a bit amusing to see your annoyed reactions. Then I wanted to stop fully 6 months later but you keep taking everything I say wrong. And I can’t say I blame you.” She says and you look at her stunned.

“What exactly are you saying Schemmenti?” You say and she quirks an eyebrow.

“You know last time you spoke to me, you called me Melissa.” She says and you look at her confused.

“I did?”

“You were telling me to get the fuck out and leave you alone but ya, you called me Melissa.” She says and you roll your eyes.

“Obviously an accident.” You tell her and she rolls her eyes at you.

“Well I don’t know about you but I want to put the whole rivalry to an end and maybe actually get to know each other.” She tells you and you look at her stunned.

“You do?” You ask and she nods. “You mean you don’t want to annoy each other again?” You ask and she quirks an eyebrow again at you.

“Obviously we still will but more friendly this time. That’s if you want to possibly become friends.” She says cautiously and you smile.

“I think that could happen.” You tell her and you get off the desk. “Well I gotta get back and finish some grading or my students might revolt as I’m apparently taking too long to grade the tests, like I got nothing else to do.” You say dramatically and she giggles.

“Hey y/n.” She says and you look at her. “I’m sorry for how I treated you when you got here.” She tells you genuinely and you smile.

“I forgive you. And I’m sorry for how I treated you too.” You tell her.

“It’s alright, I would have reacted the same if I had someone being mad at me everyday.” She jokes and you laugh. You go to leave then glance back at her when you reach the doorway.

“See you around Melissa.” You tell her and she freezes and looks at you stunned. You smile at her and she smiles back at you.

“See ya around y/n.” She tells you. You nod, tap the doorway once and then leave. And for the first time in a month, Melissa feels hope with you.

A week goes by and you and Melissa stay true to your word. Everytime you enter the break room, she says good morning to you and you say it back to her. Barb looked at you guys suspiciously for a second, thinking she heard you both wrong. But after glancing at the trio, she realised she heard you both correctly, if the trio’s shocked expressions are anything to go by.

You come in at lunch everyday and you mostly go to the table and couch and do some work there while you eat. On Monday of the third week of you two getting along, she brought you a coffee while you did your work during lunch. You look up and smile and thank her.

“Whatcha working on hon?” She asks you and glances at your paper.

“Descriptions of their hero.” You tell her and you hand her the one you were grading.

“This is cute.” She says and hands it back to you.

“Ya, most of them chose their parents or a celebrity. But I got concerned when I read this one.” You tell her and hand her one of them. She reads it then laughs after a minute.

“I think this little one is on the right path to be a little Wednesday Addams.” She tells you and you laugh.

“Maybe that’s their goal.” You joke with her. And neither of you notice but everyone is looking at you two shocked.

When it comes to a month of you two actually being nice to each other, you realise you have feelings for her and you get annoyed at yourself. You just became friendly with her and now feelings had to get involved. The thing you have to realise is, is that there is a fine line between love and hate.

You start to ignore her a little bit, in the hopes of your feelings going away. They don’t though. And to make it worse, Melissa notices the change in how you treat her. She comes in your classroom during both your prep, without knocking , after a week of you ignoring her a bit.

“What’s going on with you?” She questions right away.

“Well hello to you too.” You joke.

“Hi.” She says and then sighs. “Now what is going on with you?” She repeats.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“What do I mean.” She says with a chuckle and huffs. “I mean, why do you sometimes ignore me?” She asks and you sigh.

“I’m not.” You say and honestly, you don’t even believe yourself. Melissa crosses her arms and that unintentionally lifts her chest up a bit and you stare at her chest. She catches on to you staring and looks down to what you’re looking at. She looks back up, confused, until she puts the pieces together and she smirks.

“Why are you staring at my chest?” She asks and you snap out of your trance.

“What?” You ask and she walks towards you until she’s right in front of you.

“I said, why are you staring at my chest?” She repeats and you gulp.

“I- I wasn’t.” You say and she leans down and puts her hands on the arms of your chair, effectively giving you a view of right down her shirt. And you try to not stare at it, but the view of it is just too good not to stare.

“Do you like me y/n?” She asks you and you look up at her eyes. You see the curiosity and hope in them.

“I do ya.” You tell her and look down at your lap. She puts a finger under your chin and forces you to look back up.

“I like ya too hon.” She tells you and your jaw drops. She smiles warmly at you then closes your mouth with the finger still under your chin. Then she leans in and kisses you and your brain shuts down. She pulls back after a second and sees your reaction and laughs. “Did I make you short circuit?” She teases you and you stare. “I’ll take that as a yes.” She tells you and you snap of your very deep trance.

“What?” You ask and she giggles.

“I made you short circuit didn’t I?” She repeats and you nod embarrassed. “No need to be embarrassed, it actually makes me happy I have that kind of effect on someone.” She tells you.

“Mel, you’re stunning, of course you have that kind of effect.” You tell her dramatically.

“Oh I’m stunning am I?” She asks you and you nod. “And you called me Mel.” She says and your eyes widen.

“Sorry Melissa.” You tell her.

“No, go back to Mel. I like it.” She tells you and you blush. You still have the view of down her shirt and you rub your thighs together. She notices and she smirks. She then casually sits on your lap with her legs on the sides of the chair and kisses you. You kiss her back this time and she smiles in the kiss. She makes out with you for about 5 minutes then you buck your hips and she pulls back and stands up and you whine. “Patience you. How about you come back to my place after?” She says and you nod with a smile. “Perfect now, hand me your phone.” She says and holds her hand out. You give her a confused look and she smiles. “So I can give you my number.” She tells you and you scramble to get your phone out and then give it to her. She giggles as she takes it then puts her number in and texts herself. “Great, now we have each other’s numbers. See ya tonight.” She tells you with a wink then hands you your phone back then turns and leaves.

She gets a text from you not 5 minutes later.

You: was your plan for me to not be able to concentrate the rest of the day?

Mel: Possibly

Mel: Did it work?

You: Possibly

Mel: see you tonight right after school.

Mel: *sends address*

You: can’t wait

Mel: don’t touch yourself! I know I left ya hot and bothered

You: Ffs

Melissa smiles at that then you both continue out the day. Of course she can’t resist teasing you. Like sending you winks whenever she sees you, touching your thigh when she comes to join you on the couch during lunch, pressing you up against the wall during… oh wait, that last one was in your daydream.

When you get to her place though, that daydream comes true. As soon as you walk in through the door, she closes it, slams you against it and kisses you roughly. She then trails down to your neck and immediately sucks it. You think she’s trying to be quick about this with the pace and intensity she’s doing it at.

“You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of doing this with you.” She says between kisses on your neck.

“How long?” You ask curiously and out of breath.

“About 6 months.” She says and you gasp, from shock of her answer and pleasure of her sucking your neck again. She then pulls your top off and inclips your bra then taking that off of you. She stares at you with a smile then cups your breasts and leans in to you. “6 months I’ve held off wanting to kiss you.” She says and starts moving her hands in a circle, causing your breasts to move a bit and your nipples get played with at the same time. “Now that I have you, I’m not holding back. Especially since you were ignoring me for a week.” She tells you and you groan.

“It’s because I realised my feelings for you, and we just started to be friends and I thought if I ignored you, my feelings would go away. But they didn’t.” You tell her and she smirks.

“I don’t care for the reason Bella. Just know that you’ll get properly punished.” She tells you with a low pitched voice and you shiver. While you were distracted, she pulls down your pants and underwear at the same time, you step out of them and she spreads your legs. You finally clue in to what she’s about to do. “Mel, shouldn’t we go to your be-.” And what you were about to say was cut off with a gasp from you as she goes and sucks your clit hard, right away. You get close to an orgasm and you hold on to her head and lean against the wall so you don’t fall down. but once you come, you collapse. Luckily she catches you as she knew you’d fall. She then picks you up and carries you to her bedroom and places you on the bed with a pillow under your head. You’re still blissed from your orgasm that you don’t realise that she’s out of view until she comes back. You look and your brain shuts down again. She comes back completely naked and wearing a strap.

She crawls on the bed and kisses your lips, you taste yourself on her and you moan. While kissing you, she grabs the strap and gently slides it in through your entrance and you squeak into the kiss. She gives you a second to adjust then she goes and moves in and out of you quickly and hard. You start gasping and moaning and she does check in with you. “Is this ok?” She asks and you nod.

“Yes, ple-please d-don’t stop!” You tell her and she smiles. She puts one of your nipples in her mouth and you come again 20 seconds later. She doesn’t stop though and you’re over sensitive as you already came twice.

“I still have to come baby.” She tells you and you whine. You end up coming again and then she comes right after. She stops immediately and leans her head on your shoulder and catches her breath. Then she pulls out of you gently and flops over beside you on her back. She takes the strap off and grabs the Kleenex on her nightstand. She cleans both of you then spoons you. You shift so that you’re on your side so you can spoon properly. She leans up a bit and kisses your forehead then lays back down and pulls you in closer to her.

“I really enjoyed that.” You tell her and she giggles.

“Good, I’m glad.” She says and tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Didn’t know you’d be so intense.” You tell her and she laughs.

“Well I guess a week of being ignored would do that.” She says and you laugh. You turn around in her arms so that you’re face to face and she smiles at you. “Hi beautiful.” She tells you.

You smile back at her. “Hi Mel.” You say. “This wasn’t a one time thing right?” You ask cautiously.

“Of course not. I want to do it again. For as long as you’ll have me.” She tells you and you smile.

“Well I guess unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me.” You tell her teasingly.

“Oh, I’m so unlucky that I have to wake up to this beautiful face every morning.” She says and boops your nose and you giggle. You then nuzzle into her neck and fall asleep. She wraps an arm protectively around you and falls asleep as well.

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idkiwasntsupposedtobebackhere · 1 month

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ok so since people didn’t cut my head off for my unpopular opinions i’m gonna expand on the second one. so for people in the gilmore girls fandom it’s pretty much the general opinion that luke is a saint for taking jess in and that jess screwed things up and that it’s his fault luke kicked him out. ”he got himself kicked out”. even people who like jess seem to think this is fair. so as someone who watches gilmore girls mostly for jess i have a different perspective that i’ve never actually vocalized but i figured maybe this little corner of the internet wouldn’t hate me for this, as long as it doesn’t make it out of here.

so i also first of all think that the fact that jess has to work at luke’s and graduate in order to stay there is a bit sad. like everyone around him his age has somewhere they can stay without conditions, and people wonder why he’s the only one worried about making money. and yes, it’s a fine idea in theory, he has to change his ways if he wants to stay with luke bc that’s the point of him being there, sure, but luke could stand to NOT always bring it up to jess during fights that can’t stay with him if he violates the conditions.

bc the thing is that luke very clearly makes it known that he doesn’t want jess there and that the whole situation is kind of a pain in his ass that he’s doing out of obligation. a minor is entitled to a place to stay where they can be an asshole unconditionally, actually, and they shouldn’t have to be constantly grateful to have that. and if luke didn’t want to fully commit and be that place, he should have said no to taking jess in. you don’t get to get all the praise for doing a good deed and then get all pissy about actually following through with it.

like i know luke and jess aren’t the main characters and that their scenes and dynamic are for comedy. but then they play off jess leaving as serious so i should be allowed to analyze their scenes seriously. and my conclusion is… luke is not that nice to jess LOL. like i can’t think of a single scene where he responds to him in any other manner than pissed off or annoyed. he never stops treating him like a bad kid. we know luke cares about jess but does jess have any reason to believe that? or does he think this is all for liz? like i know their scenes are jokes but for someone who complains so much about what a difficult person jess is to connect with, i think luke missed a lot of moments to do it.

luke taking jess in in general is nice, YES, but i’m not talking about just good intentions here. and i know that it was a very good intention but i, again, just super dislike the whole ”you wouldn’t have anywhere to stay if it wasn’t for me, so watch it”-attitude. even in season 4 luke basically said that jess had to come to liz’ wedding because he was there for him when no one else was. and i think that’s a shitty thing to say to someone who deserved more. i know luke didn’t have to do it bc he’s not his parent and that’s why people forgive him and not liz, who is his parent and did have to do it. but i think luke agreed to be jess’ parent and if he didn’t want to, he could have said no to his sister for once in his life. anyways, i think i’ve made my point.

also, i love you luke, my world just revolves around your nephew. i know i’m putting a lot of unrealistic expectations on a guy who’s pretty emotionally constipated. and he did come through with the big things, like giving jess money in sesson 4. but i’m talking about the little things that could have made even more of a difference. just don’t get it twisted ok, luke and jess’ relationship is my fave on the show, i may like it even more than rory and jess’, but when i enjoy something i analyze it. so don’t think i don’t love them, because i do! i just want to squash the idea that luke did everything he could but that jess ultimately was too difficult, because i disagree with that.

#gilmore girls #jess mariano #luke danes

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eris-snow · 6 months

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3. 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐈𝐭

Tags: bakugou x fem!reader, juxtaposition, angst, fluff, swearing, more swearing (It's Katsuki what do you expect)

Feeling his eyes on you is like discovering how to breathe again. Relearning how to inhale and exhale and reworking the smile on your face.

“Come here, nerd. We need to talk.”

Katsuki is this close to losing it.

He doesn’t know how Izuku had developed selective amnesia in the span of hours, but Katsuki was considering hurling him into the nearest brick wall and see if it would work. He was rapidly running out of options at this rate. Percussive maintenance. How fitting.

This had been the 3rd consecutive day of him reintroducing you to Izuku, and no matter what question he asks, Mr I Fart Quirks Out Of My Ass just doesn’t remember you. What the hell?

You definitely know what’s up, because every time Izuku apologises for not remembering you, you simply smile and wave it of.

After the 5th day of this cycle, Katsuki comes to the hall alone.

“Oh,” You say, watching him calmly climb the stage by your stupid seat. “You’re here early. Where’s Midoriya—”

Katsuki pushes the heavy drapes aside and snarls.

“You’re fucked up, you know that?”

You look startled, but Katsuki doesn’t stop. “The nerd has been coming here every day, and you still go along with his ‘I don’t remember, I’m so sorry!’ bullshit. You have more problems than the water percentage in horse shit.”

Your face curls into a scowl. “Well hello to you too, Bakugou. Should I get up and offer you a chair and discuss your issues? Don’t worry about snacks, we have peanuts.”

The blond reels back at the sarcasm. Okay, you’re snippy.

“And let’s set the record straight. Your problems stack up so high, it makes Mount Everest look like an ant hill. You don’t get to say jack shit about me.”

Katsuki huffs. You’re really pissy today.

“Stop changing the subject. Tell me what you did to him before I punt you.”

You suddenly go very, very still. Eyes dull, lips pressed into a tight line like you’re recalling something unpleasant. Finally, you sigh.

“We’re not talking about this.”

“Uh, yes we are.”

You whirl to him, glare lethal. It feels like he’s staring at an angry Midoriya, because the way his skin crawls at your face can only be done by Izuku (and Auntie Inko, shh.).

“Drop it,” you hiss.

And he does, so that’s that.

—

Katsuki gives up on bringing Izuku back to the hall. There’s no point, anyway, since he won’t remember.

Schoolwork starts to pile up like a stake of due bills, so he stops going too. It doesn’t mean he stops thinking about you, though.

It’s just the little things that he’s now hyper-aware of. You’re nowhere. And by nowhere, he means not even in the halls, or at assembly. In that short span of time he kept coming to time without Izuku, Katsuki would find you in all sorts of positions.

Playing the piano terribly, leaning against the wall with your ears plugged as you hide away in the crevices of the curtains. Sometimes you’re doing homework, sprawled out on the light brown timber planks. Sometimes you’re revising.

However, every time he walks in, you smile up at him like he’s done no wrong and stop, putting aside your materials so that he could rant about how stupid it was to hide out in here.

On the country, whenever someone other than him walks in, they’d simply give him a raised eyebrow, before leaving without a word.

“Why don’t they ever say anything about you?”

“Maybe cause you’re the hero in training, and I’m not?”

A bullshit reason, but he doesn’t call you out on it.

Talking to you is like a refreshing vacation. Delightfully plucked out of time, away from the problems of rebranding and school work outside. Katsuki never dissociates. He doesn’t like to. But he appreciates the normalcy of his conversations with you.

You listen better than his therapist ever did.

It takes a second for him to realise that he’s been staring at the same diagram on his paper for 5 minutes, and he has to shake his head to snap out of it.

He tells his brain to kindly shut up, pushes the thought of you aside and refocuses on his assignment.

Something about triangles. And circles.

—

It has become common knowledge that Katsuki can cook as well as a Michelin star chef, and it has thus become common knowledge that U.A.’s kitchen was his.

Well, not all his. Sato owns half of it, but it’s mostly his. Clean, neat and organised, because so help the idiot that would mess up the his spice rack. Which is the only reason why he’s resisting the urge to dump this pot of curry onto said idiot’s head.

Seriously, fuck his life. Denki has decided that horror stories was going to be his new favourite past time, so he gets to hear a new stupid one every week.

Have you ever heard of the Women In Snow?

There was a wendigo spotted nearby! We have to go and see it!

We should go ghost hunting! I hear that there have been paranormal sightings—

“If I hear another mention of ‘hauntings’ or ‘ghosts’, I’m gonna boil you, throw you out on the carpet, and dance on your body.” Katsuki interrupts flatly, jabbing a ladle dangerously close to Denki’s face. “If you want to be here, make yourself useful!”

Denki dodges the attack, flying behind Eijiro who was standing beside Katsuki scooping rice. Coward.

“Kirishima, save me! Bakugou’s gonna murder me!”

Eijiro sighs with an exasperated look on his face. He’s always the peacemaker, and if Katsuki could find it in him to feel sorry for him, he wouldn’t be here.

“Bakugou—”

“Shut the hell up, Shitty Hair! Stay out of it.”

Denki pouts, peeking from behind Eijiro’s red hair. “If I become a ghost, I’m haunting you for the rest of your life.”

“Out!”

Denki grabs a stack of plates from the cabinets and places them on the counter. Dinner was about done, anyway.

“You’re being pissy!” The blond calls as a parting remark.

“You’re being insufferable,” Katsuki lashes back, taking the plate Eijiro had handed him. Eijiro gives him a concerned expression as Katsuki dumps the curry beside the rice.

He likes Denki’s first horror story best, though.

—

It’s a week until Speech Day and Katsuki feels like he’s going to pop a gasket.

He can handle it-the stress was nothing compared to his first year-but the war has changed him in ways he sometimes wished it didn’t.

Nightmares plague his slumber and between the wrapping up of syllabus and finals ending, he’s so close to degenerate into his old tendencies.

The yelling. The punching. The heat under his collar.

He’s pent up, and he needs someone that can listen. Izuku is there, he always is, but it’s an itch his best friend can’t scratch, because it’s something only you can do.

The quiet of the hall. The hushed conversations. You don’t have a clue what he’s going through, but you try to understand even if he just dropped into your life like a comet from outer space.

That…means a lot more to him than it should have.

He stares at the unnecessarily big doors in front of the hall, debates for a grand total of 5 seconds, decides he doesn’t give two shits about pride and yanks the doors open.

Katsuki manages one step into the hall, before he hears sniffling.

Shit, are you crying? You better not be crying. He doesn’t know what to do with crying people.

Should he go?

He pauses at that.

His shoes squeak on the smooth flooring as he hauls himself on the stage. You’re right where you usually are, splayed on the ground with a book in your hand and tissues strewn beside you.

Your nose is red.

He pulls the curtains away and steps back stage, cautiously approaching you. “Are you okay?”

You sniffle again, blowing your nose.

“Sinus,” you groan, throwing a tissue ball at him. “Been having it all morning. Life hates me.”

And for some reason, that makes him laugh. Low and raspy, genuine and soft. That feels nice.

“Throw that at me one more time.” He replies easily, relief evident. “I dare you.”

You close your book, grinning at him as you unplug your ears. Your eyes light up like a firework show.

“Is that a challenge?”

“It’s a warning.”

He says plainly, flinging the tissue paper back at you so he can create a spot to sit down.

“What brings you here? I thought you hero course students had to—oh.” You put two and two together quick. Katsuki watches you look back at him, and then to your book.

There’s silence for a quick second, before you settle. “Tell me about your patrols?”

And just like that, he’s off like a bullet.

You nod along and listen, balling the tissues in your hand that are wet with tears.

That was too close.

#juxtaposition (Bakugou)#mha #mha fanfiction #my hero academia #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugō #bakugo x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katuski x reader #angst #bakugou x reader #bakugou angst #comfort

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hyperfizationss · 10 months

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Can you please write about Miguel getting sick and the reader taking care of him? If possible can the reader be a girl? Thank you!

I really like this request,and thanks for being my first requester

𝓢𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 <3

Miguel x fem reader

“Miguel has called in sick for that last couple of days,he usually doesn’t miss being here unless it’s like a flu or something” Jess said “it’s not like him,I’m sorta worried” she said as she kept pacing around the room “I’ll go check on him if you want,ya know see if he needs anything,check that he’s not dead” I said as I put my hand on her shoulder.she let out a small laugh and told me that would be for the best.

I quickly swung over to Miguel’s house trying to find an open window.I crawled in to the living room and took off my mask. “geez what a clean freak” I said admiring the clean state his house was in. I made my way up the stairs,he’s only one guy why does he need such a big house?

I walk over to what I assume to be his room and to no surprise I see him huddled up in a blanket on his bed,I quickly pull out my phone and snap a quick picture because I could help but find the sight cute.my phone makes a weird click noise when I take the picture and his eyes immediately dart towards the door.

“Please don’t kill me!I only came here to see if you were ok!” I said backing up from the door frame.

“Ugh I’m to tired to deal with you right now” Miguel said before Turing back onto his bed and laying down facing his wall.

“Well your still a pissy brat so,I’m assuming your fine” I said Turing to the door again “I’ll be on my way ou-“ i suddenly felt my body jult towards his bed,the poor guy used his webs to pull me over towards him

“Please don’t leave yet.I feel like shit today,can you maybe just stay” he said as he tugged at the bottom of my shirt,covering his face with his other arm

“Oh so the big bad wolf wants me to stay with him while he’s sick in bed” I say crouching down a bit to get lower to his face

“I could tell you to fuck off instead” he said glaring at me again

“Ok,ok I’ll lay off the teasing.so what exactly did you come down with,or are you on your period” I asked

“I thought you said you were done teasing.” He looked at me annoyed while he sat up against his bed frame

“Force of habit,anyways what is this a cold or something more serious” I say as I pull a swivel chair away from a desk in his room

“I’m not sure what it is,I’m to tired to go to the doctors” he said rolling his eyes

“Well you should still set up an appointment,can’t have the defender of the multiverse die from the flu” I say as I lightly punch his shoulder

“I don’t like doctors,too many questions,and their offices are always so cold”

“I know a certain someone who could also use a heater in his office” I said cocking an eyebrow up

“…fair point” he said Turing his face away,I can’t tell if he was blushing from embarrassment or from his little sickness

“You like need anything,another blanket,some tissues?” I asked

“No,just sit here and talk with me”

I’ll never understand this man,he hates when people bother him at the spider society,but yet he wants me of all people,probably the biggest pain in his ass to stay and talk with him.I don’t understand it,but I’m definitely not against it.

Gotta admit not seeing him in his suit is quite interesting,he was wearing grey sweatpants and a white T-shirt along with the blanket he hand hung over his shoulders.

I moved the swivel chair closer to his bed as I stood up and placed my hand on his forehead

“Wha-this isn’t necessary!” Miguel said taking my hand down and holding it with both of his.

“No I really think it is,your burning up,you probably have a fever.” He still haven’t let go of my hand yet still holding it with both of his,I put my other hand on top of his and just stare down at my feet on the hard wood floors.

“Look i think you have a cold,nothing to serious,I’ll run to the store and get you cold medicine and you’ll feel better in no time,how’s that sound big guy?” I said looking up at him not yet moving my hands from his

“That’s sounds good” he said letting go of my hands,I begin to walk out of the room when I hear Miguel start to talk again “also don’t call me big guy,that’s weird”he said pulling his blanket over his shoulders again

“Ok then big fella!” I quickly shut the door to his room because I could already feel his eyes glaring at me

I jump back through the window downstairs and start my swing to the store

“He’s mean but,I think he has a soft side” I say to myself stopping at a building much taller than some others

I began to rethink the previous interaction I just had with him,maybe he is more than just a brooding brat,he’s quite sweet actually

(The endings a bit rushed,I just got home from an activity and I’m sweating bullets and I’m tired as fuck so sorry if it’s a bit sloppy)

#miguel o'hara #miguel across the spiderverse #miguel spiderman #miguel x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #atsv miguel #x reader #fanfic #atsv fic #atsv x you

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flanklurker · 2 years

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Hello !! I ADORE your work, and I was wondering if I could request a Yoru x F!Healer!Reader with some Hurt/Comfort ?? I have this idea where : Yoru and Reader have a similar relationship as him and Phoenix (very competitive) but maybe they get into a petty argument and Yoru ofc is really cold and mean and says something totally out of line a few days before a mission (maybe Abt how she's no one's first pick when getting healed) ?? The rest of the protocol can feel the tension but don't say anything when they get to the mission location ; Eventually our team wins but as Reader does one last sweep of the area alone she finds Mirror!Yoru in bad condition, and they sort of come to an agreement that Reader will heal him (bc she can't stand to see him hurt even though she's upset w him) and then they will never speak of this again ?? Maybe some small talk and Mirror!Yoru is being surprisingly nice and gives her advice on how to approach Yoru... Once they part ways and Reader gets back to base, it slips out what happened as she's talking with Mirror!Yoru and instead of being really angry, Yoru is confused and is like "Why would you heal him / me, after all that mean shit I said to you ? Wouldn't I be the last person you look for? " and they eventually make up- bc I JUST KNOW Yoru has a hard time coming to terms with the fact people genuinely care Abt him. IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS A LOT / NOT ANYTHING YOUD WANT TO WRITE !! THANK YOU EITHER WAY <3

This prompt brought me so much joy, I’m an absolute slut for hurt/comfort pump that shit straight into my veins. Hope you like~

Yoru x Fem!Healer!Reader: Kiss and make up

Yoru wasn’t usually this pissy. Like,, you get it. He has a reputation to uphold as a hypercompetitive, cool bastard. Sure.

But making such a big deal out of not being selected for the mission to Portugal in Omega? It was clearly hitting him hard.

“Awww Yoru, don’t be such a buzzkill,” Phoenix calls over the milk jug. “Like, you know we have multiple teams right? Like, they need you for icebox. No one else can fuck around with the enemy’s intel on the ground like you can my guy.”

Yoru’s eyebrow twitches and his hands fiddle idly with the spoon in his hand. “What’s it to you, fire boy? You can barely last ten seconds when you get going, I’m surprised they’d take you anywhere.”

Phoenix lets out a low whistle. “Someone’s got his cranky pants on this morning hey.” He turns to you with a pointed look. “Good luck with that one.”

You clap Phoenix on the shoulder as he heads out from the table, and settle down next to Yoru, who maintains a stony silence.

“Yoooooru,” you call gently. He shifts with irritation, jabbing his spoon back into the cereal with a wet thunk. “Hey there, how ya doing hotshot?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, weather girl.”

Ah, it was gonna be like that, huh.

You take a mouthful, and nonchalantly ask: “hey, you looking forward to icebox? I hear they have some pretty good recreation activities for team bonding~”

His grip tightens further. Yep, definitely pissy about it.

You continue, innocently enough: “I for one am looking forward to checking out the geodome on Omega and testing out these sweet kicks Neon got me. Thoughts?”

You gently nudge his foot under the table. A vein pops in his forehead.

“At least I’m not a pity pick, you shady bitch.”

“Hoooo~? What’s that supposed to mean, Mr Sunshine?”

“I mean I just think it’s interesting that you’re supposed to be a healer but they also had to send Sage along.” He toes the ground and prods at his food without taking any.

“Uhhh, congrats Yoru, she’s the one person here that can bring people back from the dead.”

“Yeah, she’s actually helpful when she heals. Plus she doesn’t nag.”

Okay, you were starting to get a little irritated now.

“Dude, if you stopped getting yourself into stupid situations maybe I wouldn’t have to literally tell you what to do as much. I don’t think this is a me thing.”

“Keep telling yourself that Miss Nurse. But at the end of the day if I was stuck on a mission with someone annoying, I’d want them to at least be able to bring me back to life.”

Dude, fuck this guy.

“Welp, I’ll let Sage know then,” you say, rising abruptly from your seat. “On the mission, today. That Brim didn’t put you on.”

“See you later then, Miss MVP,” he sings back at you. You ignore the bait and stalk out.

Yoru maintains a cold smile as you leave, but it’s pushed out through gritted teeth and feigned apathy.

---

As much as this mission should have you on edge, you can’t quite process the gravity of the task for all the ruminating you’ve been doing. Why did it get under your skin so much when Yoru got like this?

It wasn’t like the other agents ever through shade on your abilities—quite the opposite. Very quickly after joining, you were put on a lot of the most demanding missions alongside all the high flyers. They’ve only ever had words of praise and gratitude, and objectively you’ve guided them through many many close calls.

So why did you feel so useless about it?

You try your best to shake yourself out of it as Brim gives the lowdown. Sova, Sage and Phoenix all stand, varying degrees of agitated as you went over the plan for what seemed like the umpteenth time.

You of course have familiarised yourself with the brief well in advance, but it looks like this time even Phoenix is giving his undivided attention to Brim.

The task is simple. Split your forces and push through B-site. Destroy enemy utility as you find it, wait for smokes and neutralise anything and anyone in your path.

As you start prepping your guns, Phoenix drifts over to fix up his frenzy next to you. Preoccupied in your own thoughts, you don’t notice till he gently shoulder chucks you.

You turn around with a ‘hmm?’ and for a moment it looks like he wants to say something. But then Brim starts issuing start-up commands and the moment passes. He heads back to join Sage at the entrance to mid.

You grit your teeth, and ready your rifle. No do-overs. Just guns up and go.

---

The attack goes… better than expected. Between you and Sage, you manage to keep any injuries on the crew to a minimum. Sova’s recon is on point, Phoenix creates space and Brim makes the right calls to keep you on track.

Eventually you stand, bloodied, sweating and alive in the middle of site. Sage tends to a couple of bullet holes in Brim’s shoulder, Phoenix is brushing the soot off his shoulder.

You clock Sova limping over to Brim, looking fairly haggard and favouring his left ankle. You get the sense this was a big fight for him even after a sleepless night. You can see him gesturing out to the entrances to site, and Brim pursing his lips in thought, clearly weighing something over. God. The man doesn’t rest.

You weigh up your options and sigh, eventually going over to put a gentle hand on Sova’s back, careful to avoid the deep gash in his right shoulder.

“C’mon owl boy, I’ve still got some recon stuff up my sleeve. Let me handle this one yeah?”

Sova’s noises of protest are quickly cut off as Brim chimes in: “That’d be great actually, kid. Just a regular sweep, and Kay/0’s on radar in case anything big comes up.” He shoots you a grateful look.

You can see Sova mulling things over, before eventually he accedes to Brim’s command. “Stay safe, dove.”

“You know me,” you call back over your shoulder, reloading your ammo and adjusting your straps. “If trouble finds me, she runs.”

You set to work, clearing area by area. You marvel at the architecture, embedded with radianite that now lays dormant in the walls and balustrades. Most of the technology resembles yours, but occasionally you come across wirings and contraptions that you haven’t seen back on your home world, even in Killjoy’s lab.

May as well snap a few pictures then. You’re sure she and Cypher would appreciate a couple of schematics.

Poised with your phone in hand, a very subtle shift from the corner of the room sets your hairs on end. Shit. You were pretty sure the team had cleared everything, but what if…?

Better safe than sorry. Taking a deep breath in, you send a warm pulse of energy out into the aether, seeing what pings.

One life form. Faint.

You swear under your breath and creep forward. You’re generally pretty quiet but you weren’t exactly operating on the basis that someone would be around to hear you when you started live-blogging your whereabouts. As you round the corner, you find a bloodied form, eyes very much open and staring at you.

Ugh. Of course it had to be him.

The mirror Yoru looks under you and mutters something you can just make out to be… ‘Fuck me. Really? Her?’

“Hey there pretty boy,” you murmur. He smiles wryly at the nickname, but can’t quite bite back a bloodied cough that wracks his body for a good ten seconds.

“Woah woah woah,” you say, instinct taking over as you crouch beside him and brace his back. He flinches a little at the touch before you snap back and realise that this isn’t your Yoru, this is the enemy. Fuck.

“What, you gonna play around before you kill me,” Yoru grimaces. You draw back, uncertain, and he taps the centre of his forehead. “The you I know would make it quick.”

Oof. Hearing him say that out loud was pretty jarring. You were supposed to kill him. He expected you to.

You swear again, and bend down once more to draw level with him, doing a quick pass over on his injuries. Left to his own devices, he won’t last long. There were enough bullets perforating his chest from his sternum to his kidney that he’d bleed out in minutes. What a way to go.

A thought occurs to you. You haven’t managed to neutralise his Sage. She’s still probably at base—you know your Brim only brings her out when she’s essential on the field, too important to lose to a regular field mission. So no matter what, the man in front of you ends up back at his base eventually.

That settles it.

“Hold still hotshot.”

Not in a position to protest, Yoru can’t do much but sit and try to steady his breathing as you start to pull back his jacket, wincing a little at the extent of the damage. Taking a swab of antiseptic from your pouch, you mutter a quick ‘deep breath, this is gonna hurt like a motherfucker’ before setting to work cleaning the wounds.

Apart from sharp hisses when you remove the little pieces of lead embedded in his tissue, Yoru stays silent through the process, looking away.

Eventually, the wound is tidy enough that you’re able to start the real healing process. Stretching out your fingers, you press the palm of your hand to his side. While he jerks back at the initial contact, the warm waves of energy start to work their magic, reverberating through muscle and tissue and starting to net it back together.

Yoru finally lets out a sigh as in spite of himself, he relaxes into your work. “Ugh, that’s the stuff,” he says, almost to himself. Eventually he ventures: “why are you doing this, mirror girl?”

“Your Sage would bring you back anyway. We might be on opposite teams, but I’m not an asshole. I’d hope my other half would do the same for my colleagues.”

“Hm,” he whistles through his teeth.

“Didn’t expect you to be a fan of my healing though,” you muse.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s stupid. I’m actually a little pissed at your double right now, he was being a real dick talking shit about wanting Sage to heal him instead.” You notice his amused expression. “Sorry.”

To your surprise, he actually laughs at this. “Yeah of course he’d say that. If he’s anything like me he’s a stubborn bastard more keen to score points than to actually tell the truth. Fucking dumbass.”

Well that’s unexpected. “You don’t think… he meant it?”

At this, Yoru scoffs. “God no. In fact, if he has taste like me, he’d take your healing over Sage’s any day. Hers is like. Proficient, right? Technically flawless. But it’s so cold. She’s been at it for a while, and healing is just another obligation for her. You though. Yours is warm. Spreads through you like the heat from one of those old-fashioned light bulbs. And something about the way your power works…”

Here he trails off for a second, noticing how intently you’re listening. “Go on,” you coax, moving your hands down to focus on his ribcage.

“Your healing has a lot of you in it. Any time your mirror—or you actually, now that I think about it—fixes me up, I can feel how much you care about helping me. It’s nice and comforting, like honey, or sunlight on your back or some shit.”

Oh. Okay then.

“Why would you tell me this,” you ask quietly, starting to finish up the process and apply a few rounds of gauze to stabilise the major wounds.

“I want to cause problems for him. It’s funny.” For once, there’s no malice or ego behind his words. It’s nice to see him surprisingly genuine.

You go to shoot back a retort, but the intercom crackles and Brim’s voice comes through. “Command to Patch, status report? It’s been a few.”

Yoru’s eyes flash for a second, suddenly aware of the danger he’s in. He shifts uncomfortably as you take breath before responding, keeping eye contact with the man in front of you.

“All clear Command, I’m returning to base shortly.”

Yoru lets out a low whistle. “Shit, and you could have been a narc about it.”

You give a wry smile. “I suppose you’re right. I’m assuming you’ll leave this off your mission report to Sage?”

He nods.

As you turn to leave, his hand grabs your wrist. “What is it, rift-squawker?”

“Talk to him, patchy. He’s dumb, and the people he likes most are the ones he pushes away the most. He’s terrified to lose them, but he’s even more terrified of things almost working out.”

“I don’t think he’s dumb,” you muse quietly. “But I’ll take your word for it. Take care yeah? Don’t let me have to patch you up again.”

You clap him on his good shoulder and head back to extraction. The last thing you hear from him, almost under his breath, is a quiet ‘maybe there is hope then.’

Whatever that means.

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Back at base, things are way less tense. Aside from Omega team’s triumph, Icebox was a total wipeout and the team managed to secure valuable intel about the mirror protocol’s next movements.

After dragging your tired bones to the infirmary and having Skye give you a top up, you’re about to hit the sack when a familiar form crosses your path. A lot of your hackles from earlier have gone down, and what the mirror Yoru had said flashes through your mind.

“Yoru!”

He turns around, face surly as ever.

“What is it, healbot? Come to gloat about your victory on the new frontier?”

You push back the instinctual retort, and opt for a more peaceful route. “Eh, the geodome was a bit touristy. I hear Icebox went well though. I don’t know what you did to get Viper commending you, but it sounds like you let ‘em have it.”

Yoru’s a bit caught offguard by your lack of defensiveness, but it doesn’t stop him from shooting back “yeah, turns out not having a healer is no big deal, actually.”

“That’s not what he said,” you muse. That piques his interest.

“Who?”

Oh shit.

“Oh, y’know…” you say evasively, waving your hand.

“Probably Phoenix, he doesn’t know shit.”

Oh? Bet. “Literally you,” you say before you can stop yourself.

That gets his full attention.

“The fuck do you mean me, patchy? I haven’t told you jack shit.”

You shoot a furtive glance around the corridor, and pull him into a small maintenance room shutting the door behind.

“Mirror you, idiot.”

“Where the fuck did you find my bastard clone? Scratch that, how the fuck did you have a full conversation with him?”

Ugh, no going back now. “It was… an arrangement of sorts. He was pretty dinged up and I-“ your voice catches here. “I couldn’t exactly walk past him when he was so hurt.”

“So, what, you healed him with your magic healing powers,” Yoru says incredulously.

“Don’t be mad…”

“Actually?” Yoru’s voice peaks, and you have to shush him, checking the handle.

“Hey if it was you surely you’d want the mirror me to he-“

He cuts you off. “Obviously but why the fuck would you heal me after all the shit I said earlier?”

This catches you off guard. “You… you were hurt, I know I’m not Sage but I thought you’d rather not die.”

“But like I obviously wasn’t serious about the whole healing thing. Wait…” he catches sight of your expression. “You thought I was serious about preferring Sage’s healing to yours?”

“Until he said something about it, Yoru, yeah. It got under my skin.”

He rocks back and puts a hand to his forehead, grimacing. “Shit. God. Fuck. I’m…” He grits his teeth. “I’m sorry. I- yeah that was on me. You know I don’t mean it right?”

Wow. An actual apology from Yoru? The fuck kind of magic did mirror Yoru work?

“Yoru it’s, it’s fine. I guess I put a lot of myself into my healing so it’s a point of pride for me. It kinda sucks when people turn around and say I’m less-than.”

“I know you put a lot of yourself in it,” he says quietly. “That’s… one of the things I really like about your healing. That’s why it’s… my favourite…” That last bit is barely audible.

A bit of a flush of pride starts to prickle your cheeks, though you try your best not to show it. “Yoru, you know you can just say that upfront, right? Like, it’s okay to recognise when you like what other people do.”

“I know. I know, I just-“ He mumbles the next bit. “What if they think I’m stupid for enjoying their help, and what if they don’t think as highly of me?” The light is low, but even so you can see the heat starting to radiate off his face as he gives you this surprising dose of honesty.

“Are you kidding me? You’re one of the best even in the protocol. Insane marksmanship, brilliant record and an amazing knack for getting behind enemy lines. Why would anyone think you’re stupid or not respect you.”

“But,” he sputters out. “I want you in particular to like me and like what I do.” Just as quickly as the words leave his mouth, he clamps his hands over and looks away, very pointedly avoiding eye contact.

Wow. Wow, okay.

“I should go,” he says abruptly, and whirls around to leave. Anticipating the gesture, you catch his wrist and tug him back.

“Yoru you freakin’ dumbass. I think you’re great. You’re one of my favourite people in the protocol, and I like it when you can be honest with me. I think it’s really sweet.”

Without warning, he draws in close, chest going up and down at quite a rate. He really looks like he wants something, wants to say something or do something, and you’re starting to get the sense you know what it is.

Fuck it, worth the risk.

You close the distance and press your lips against his. He goes completely stiff for a second and you almost freak out, worried that you’ve misread the many cues. But then he’s pushing into the kiss hungrily, his hands reaching around and pulling you close, growling at the sensation of finally having you up close.

Every movement you make, he leans into it and responds tenfold, huffing and tugging and trying to hold as much of you as he possibly can.

You both near run out of breath before you finally break, standing there panting and looking at each other. His hair is wild and his eyes are gleaming with no small amount of satisfaction, and maybe even a hint of relief.

He pulls you in close again, this time wrapping his arms around you for a bone-crushing hug. “Your clone is the fucking wing-man of the century,” you murmur into his ear.

Yoru gives a gruff chuckle. “I suppose he is.”

#yoru x reader #valorant yoru #yoru #valorant x reader #hurt/comfort #lozcanons #pls nurture my soul with the angst to happy ending #ugh i loved this concept so much

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can i ask what happened on twitter? i'm sorry BG3 twit is so insane but there are a lot of active folks here on tumblr that are much nicer imo. hope you can find a new place here and we stan all minthara lovers. queen shit. 🙏❤️

i’d say “long story short” but there’s 0 ways i can make this short there’s just SO much 😭

basically those datamined lines with halsin and minthara were found, where halsin refuses to work with minthara and makes tav choose between them even though minthara is begging for shelter from the absolute, and minthara lovers were like ‘ew wtf halsin fuck him she’s a victim of the absolute.’

we were in our own corner on our own tweets with our mututls ranting about these lines, and some halsin fans decided to come onto our tweets and talk about how they want minthara dead dead and the ways they’d kill her and stuff like that. which, to be honest, is completely unwarranted and a dick move. they were told to basically fuck off and that’s where shit hit the fan.

i won’t name names, but someone made a thread about how halsin wasn’t in the wrong at all because minthara was his abuser (which she wasn’t, she did nothing to him, it was the goblins, and she hardly knows who he is.) i think some people corrected them but i can’t remember? anyway, we made our own tweets like “minthara isn’t halsin’s abuser btw.”

person who made that thread proceeded to say that people who dislike halsin are queerphobic…

some of us tweeted about not throwing around words like abuse, abuser, and queerphobia and to not water them down. i made my own tweet too.

and then they said that we think ‘lesbians are the only “good” members of the community’ and that ‘supporting gay, bi, or trans members is oppressing lesbians.’ which is incredibly thoughtless and stupid of them to say considering queer history and how many lesbians are trans, considering how many of my minthara mutuals on twitter fall under the trans umbrella.

the lesbophobia got called out, rightfully.

i then said that i’m uncomfortable with the way halsin’s va interacts with the nsfw stuff in the fandom and it kinda gives me the creeps. yknow, on my own tweet, on my own account, not a single halsin account in sight. and since i’m a lesbian (and my personal history) it seems pretty normal to me to be uncomfortable with men being all nsfw like that’s not my scene thx. anyway, their little group found it and said i was targeting his ga and bring him into the drama (which i really wasn’t i was expressing personal feelings on my own account but aight.)

cue the ‘supporting halsin is anti-lesbian.’ and ‘if you like halsin you’re being “creepy” because all male sexuality is creepy to them, and halsin’s va, dave, supporting halsin’s sexuality obviously pisses them off.’ which is a wild thing to say. we never brought dave into it, it was them that did that. my tweet had nothing to do with the drama they kept making go on by not shutting up about it. by this point minthara lovers were back to normal tweeting and only reacting to whatever of those drama tweets showed up on the timeline.

oh! and here comes the inevitable: we all got called terfs. most of us fall somewhere under the trans umbrella. i’m agender myself. but we’re terfs to that person apparently. lesbians always get called terfs, no matter what.

i’m sure there’s more insane shit they’ve said in private.

all of that just because we got pissy at halsin sending minthara to a fate worse than death when none of what she did in act 1 was of her own free will.

#this got so long i’m sorry #and i DO have screenshots of the lesbophobia #i cannot imagine having such a visceral reaction to someone not liking my fave that i resort to being a dirty little bigot #lmao i liked halsin a little before they ruined him #did the datamined lines piss me off? ofc i like him a lot less now #but i wasn’t going into other people’s tweets about halsin going ‘i want him dead’#minthara stans stuck to our own tweets before the halsin stans started it #0 days without the baldur’s gate 3 fandom being lesbophobic #minthara was mind controlled but she’s an abuser okay sure #make it make sense

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(The Morning After with some Kerry commentary)

((If this doesn’t make sense I was half asleep while writing it. It’s fucking midnight here))

He had picked up on it way before their yacht adventure. And had also picked up on the fact that V had never had sex before that point either, but Kerry was never one for old fashion and hey, at least it was a memorable first time. Kerry would have liked to at least buy him dinner before jumping to fucking on a burning yacht if he had known that had been the case.

But Vax was attractive! He probably wouldn’t have believed him if he had said something before hand, refused to believe that no one before him got to experience V before him. Not that he minded, Johnny had told Kerry that V had been a fan, and he was sure it was a dream come true to have such a thing happen, but the way V looked at him now was so much more than just a fan looking for a quick lay with his favorite artist.

And he was 100% positive Johnny was giving him shit for it. It wasn’t anything to be ashamed of, the more he had gotten to know V the more he noticed he seemed to have his heart closed off, something Kerry understood. Which did lead Kerry to wonder if he had been waiting, in which now he felt a little bad about it.

V didn’t seem too concerned, because he had been all smiles as the yacht went down and Kerry suggested a round two. To which they drove back to V’s place and continued where they left off in the shower, V eager to please. And that confirmed Kerry’s suspicions. V had a praise kink.

“There you are.” Kerry zoned back in to see V standing at the foot of the stairs, fixing his shirt over his head. He could hypothetically take it back off, and Kerry would be just fine with that. He did note a hint of relief from the young merc that he didn’t just up and abandon him.

“Decided we needed breakfast, that kind of fun works up an appetite.” He smiled as V came within in his arms reach, pulling him closer. He ran his hands up his sides, where he had become ver aquatinted with the snake tattoos on his side and back. V didn’t respond right away, eyebrow quirked a bit as he started at the food.

Kerry grabbed his chin, making him look at him. A smile appeared on his face, one that had Kerry’s hearts doing flips.

“Whatever he’s saying cannot be more important than food and me.” Kerry was probably right, and judging by V’s small laugh, he agreed. And Johnny probably hated that.

“He’s just pissy he couldn’t participate. And uh…” he cleared his throat and shook his head, face turning a bit red as he took a sip of his coffee.

“And what?”

“Nothin’.”

“I’ve already got you figured out V, and you’ll learn I don’t shy away from talking about it.” His ran a hand under his shirt and felt V shiver.

“I should have told you… but I didn’t think and it would have ruined the moment.” V explained softly, looking down a bit. “And it’s embarrassing that I was a 28 year old virgin.” Kerry shook his head.

“Nothin to be ashamed of, doll. Just hope it was a good one. Would hate to be your first time and it sucked.” V snorted and shook his head, still a bit red in the face.

“Yeah I Uh… holy fuck I’m not used to talking about this.” He admitted out loud, swallowing a bit of pride in the process.

“We don’t have to talk about it now, but I do want to talk about it. Boundaries and consent are serious to me, V.” Kerry said, holding his chin. “Especially when it comes to you, I don’t wanna fuck this up, or put you in a position where you’re uncomfortable.”

V blinked as if he wasn’t expecting that, probably wasn’t if he was honest. A lot of people probably didn’t think Kerry cared about such things, but he did. Especially with someone as inexperienced as Vax was.

“Now enough seriousness, I’m fucking starving.” He brought V down for another kiss before the two broke apart to actually eat.

“I do have a question though.” V said, sitting on a barstool as he bit into his muffin. “Was Johnny always such a fuckin’ cockblock?”

Kerry barked a laugh, nodding. “Yeah, lived with him for years barging in on my hookups and shit. Can’t imagine what it’s like with him living in your brain.”

“Let’s just say he talks a lot.”

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i mean kinda get it its just discouraging to send in asks to a blog wanting to talk to them and not get it a response back like it really feels like you only respond to the same people over and over i’ve sent in a handful of asks talking about things you’ve posted and I think you’ve replied to like maybe one it just make it feel like your not interested unless it’s one of your friends

Please tell me at what point you consider this bullying? Cause while I don’t agree what they said, it’s respectful. They explain how they are feeling, whether you agree is a different topic. But I’ve seen at least 3 posts dragging this person. And you’re feeding into it. I’m happy to defend you over the ABO situation and the country anon. Those times were justified. And you still didn’t drag those anons as much as you currently are. You got the same negative energy and shut that down. I like your content, you seem like a nice person, but I’m also not to act like this doesn’t feel like high school drama and choose to participate. But don’t worry. I’m sure you’ll tell me that if I don’t like it unfollow. And I’ll do you one better. I’ll just block you. But I would hope that you grow up just a little bit.

you know what, babe, just block me then! because nothing I say is clearly gonna change your mind on how you feel. the a/b/o situation was someone trying to accuse me of being racist, and the country anon wasn’t even about me but another anon. those were entirely different situations at play.

and I never said they were bullying me. this is just people feeling entitled and pissy about something I do for free. I’m not getting paid. I don’t want to be fucking paid for it. I’m here because I enjoy writing and I enjoy posting and I enjoy answering asks and talking to people about silly little things. I don’t fucking appreciate it when they act like me not answering asks is shitty or that I somehow know which ones they’ve sent. we are all strangers on the internet. no one owns anybody anything. if they feel discouraged to send more asks because I can’t answer them straight away, then I’m sorry they feel that way because that’s not something I can change or help with.

I think I’m acting perfectly reasonable for an adult. maybe it’s the anons who are getting pissy and upset about me not answering their asks (ones of which I still don’t know what or when they sent) are the ones who need to grow up. this is a fucking tumblr blog. the fact this has even blown up to this extent is ridiculous when it’s literally about a couple of thoughts about hot men.

I’m very much entitled to feel just as spiteful as they feel about me not answering their asks because I’m a human, not a machine. I’m not just here to answer every single ask I’m sent and have no life outside of this blog.

#cece answers

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phoenix-is-the-hottest-thing · 1 year

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ok i have been informed new twitter people were showing up so here’s some honkai tumblr fandom stuff:

some people use #hi3 or #honkaiimpact3rd but most i see just use #honkai impact. pick one or two and tag those when you wanna be seen! i recommend you tag characters and ships as well!

tag your hate with something as well so people can block it out (ex: “elysia hate”, “kiamei hate”) and don’t censor words so people’s filters catch them. block the hate tags you don’t like too! if someone didn’t tag you can send a polite ask about it. or just block them lol

if you try to harass someone you are getting blocked. yes this includes sending anon asks while having any “good” reasons to harass someone that you can think of. bad vibes? you don’t like their ships? you don’t like their beliefs? block them. block me! not worth it, no one will intrude on your dash unless you want them to on tumblr (well, besides users paying for Blazed, though you can support the site’s independence and pay for ad removal to get rid of those), as you can turn off recommended posts. mind your own business and be a good neighbor

in the same vein, don’t spread weird rumors about people. there’s been a pissy anti going around who tries to get people to hate me in particular, my running theory is that it’s a crush they’re really angry about having at this point 😊 follows and likes are often private, if you wanna get to know someone you’re gonna have to actually talk to them, or see what they actually say. don’t believe random anons about strangers, and don’t be an ass even if you dislike the stranger. even if shinigami eyes caught a terf— just block them and move on, they’re not worth your energy. (note that nobody vets who they’re reblogging from 99% of the time, unlike twitter reblog chains don’t necessarily link back to the OP. the worst that weird anon could bring up was “in that reblog chain there was a bad person” that i’d never heard about. it’s pathetic. don’t do that. just block. out of sight out of mind)

if you don’t like an ask, or if they’re being rude or spreading rumors, you can just delete it

you can say ass here. and murder. and fuck. go wild. if you don’t like some of these you can filter them as well. (use filter content instead of filter tag).

you can froth at the mouth enthusiastically in the tags of a reblogged post to let the op know how much you’re enjoying their content (they will be delighted)

reblog art! reblog fic links! community needs direct action on here 🥰 fics in particular need love because they’re not eye-catching. you can repost links of fics you love as well!

you don’t have to be brief and you can post many more pics at once. unleash your inner essayist, i’m always down to read some fun rambles

personalize your blog a little bit to let others know you’re not a bot! else you might get blocked by accident

nudes have been made legal on tumblr again. porn has not. that includes drawn depictions of sex acts. you’ll probably have to host on another site and link it here with an ok preview with a community label for sexual themes (think privatter or poipiku). if you’re an adult you can change your settings to filter or not filter community labeled mature content at will, but bear in mind the default is that it will not be seen

if you see a porn bot report and block them, in that order

tag your spoilers something consistent, I use #honkai spoilers. spoilers is anything that hasn’t been published to global yet

hope you enjoy yourself!

#honkai impact #hi3 #honkaiimpact3rd #psa

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myveryownfanfiction · 1 year

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

chapter 5

taglist: @illiana-mystery, @iobsessoverfictionalmen

AN: this started getting longer than I wanted so the next part will introduce Malcolm McDowell properly and be the actual con. Warnings: comic con, talk of horror movies, swearing, confusion on feelings, Loki's scars

Rushing around, I double checked my backpack and nearly ran into Loki as I ran back into my room for my portable charger.

"Sorry!" I yelled and shoved it into a pocket in my bag. Loki stood in my living room watching me with a smile on his face. "Ok. I think that's everything. Ready?" He nodded and opened the door. "Oh shit! Wait a sec. I need the passes." I ran into my kitchen and grabbed them from where they hung on the fridge handle.

"Got them?" Loki asked when I reappeared in front of him. Nodding, I handed him one and threw the other around my neck.

“Alright. Let's go." Loki stifled a yawn as we made our way to my car. "So first off, something you need to know about Malcolm. He is a little protective of me. Since day one. Gods knows how many years ago now. He will question you and he will try to intimidate you." I looked over at Loki as I drove us to the convention center. "Especially if you try to hold my hand." Loki blushed and looked out the window at the mention of our awkward stage. We weren't dating per se but we also had moved past just being friends at this point as well. “Malcolm can and will kiss my cheek. Don’t question it. He will get pissy with people especially if they treat me like shit. I have candy in my bag for him. Don’t touch it unless I ask you to get it. Uhm…” I trailed off as I pulled up to the parking garage.

“He sounds delightful. Remind me why we’re doing this?” Loki grimaced. I chuckled and smiled over at him.

“Because it’s Malcolm McDowell. The man was my first… client technically. There’s a lot of history with us and he looked out for me. I owe him a bit. Plus it’s easy money.” I loved over at him as I grabbed my ticket from the kiosk and laughed softly. “Well for me it is. I have no clue what he’s having you do.” Loki rolled his eyes and I laughed as I pulled into a spot. Shutting off the car, I grabbed lokis hand. “Listen just get through today and you don’t have to come back tomorrow. I’m going to do the whole weekend. Malcolm is like my con father. And he’s the best adult figure I have in my life. So I’m going to spend as much time with him as I can.”

“I understand.” Loki murmured. I nodded and got out of the car. He trailed behind me as I got us through security and over to check in.

“Hi Karla.” I greeted the older lady sitting at the checkin table. “How you been?” She stood up and hugged me. I blushed a little as she pulled away only to brush some hair out of my face.

“Good. You?” I nodded and smiled at her. “Good. Malcolm ask you to work?” I nodded again and showed her the text.

“He got my friend a job too.” I pointed over my shoulder at Loki. “He here yet?” Karla checked us in and handed me the packet with Malcolm’s itinerary.

“Still up in his room as far as I know. Agent was in the hall earlier but I don’t think he’s sticking around for the whole weekend.” I nodded and flipped through. “He’s got a panel today at three and a photo op at five.” I nodded and grabbed a pen off the desk to mark what I was being told. “There’s a photo op at noon tomorrow and one at ten Sunday.”

“Sounds good.” I nodded before flipping the file shit. “We’re gonna go set up. If you see him or the agent, let them know we’re walking around.” I gave her one last hug before entering the hall. Smiling to myself, I started to walk around the room.

“So where’s the table?” Loki asked as we passed another table that wasn’t ours.

“That’s what I’m looking for.” I explained. “This also lets me see who is where. Guests will ask where someone is and it’s best to help them out.” Loki nodded next to me. “Basically being nice and doing something you would want done for you if you were paying to be here. Some handlers aren’t that way and it makes guests think we all are rude. I try to be the exception.” I passed another table and tapped it. “Here we are.” I walked behind the table and dropped my bag. Flipping the table skirt down, I grabbed the banner and unfolded it. Loki watched as I tilted a chair back to find the tape. “Alright tall person. I need you for this.” I handed him the banner and showed him where to hold it. “I’m gonna grab the chair and tape it. Just hold it up and make sure it’s level.” Loki nodded and held the banner up. As I put the last bit of tape on, I jumped off the chair and stepped back.

“Looks good.” Loki mused. I nodded in agreement. “Now what?” Ducking down behind the table, I pulled out a black file folder. Smiling, I held it up. Loki stared at it in confusion.

"This has a bunch of 8 by 10 pictures that guests can pick for Malcolm to sign. We lay out the ones that tend to be incredibly popular." I shrugged as I opened it up. "I tend to do a lot of Clockwork Orange and Halloween. His agent isn't here to tell me otherwise so I just do it. Tomorrow morning there will be more from when his agent comes down to check on the table. If he comes." Thumbing through the pictures, I grabbed sets of ten and started laying them out.

"What's in this bag under here?" Loki asked as he pulled it out. I looked up and nodded when he went to open it. "DVDs? Scripts?" I nodded again and grabbed the bag of markers from the back of the file folder.

"Yeah. He sells copies of Clockwork Orange and whatnot as well. Scripts to that and a couple other movies. They're a big hit." I shrugged as Loki started to put them out. I tested each marker and threw out the ones that didn't work. Reaching into my bag, I pulled out replacements. Finally finishing my end of the table, I looked over at Loki who was contemplating what else to pull out of the bag. Grabbing the tape, I picked up the sign with Malcolm's prices. I tapped it to the wall at the end of the table. Grabbing a sheet of paper out of my bag, I copied everything on the sheet before taping it over at the head of the table. Loki tossed the bag back under the table and I stepped back with my hands on my hips.

“That all?” I nodded and turned around to start walking around the con. “Where are you going? Don’t we have to wait for Malcolm?”

“Nope. Malcolm will either call or text me when he’s on his way down. Until then, we get to walk the floor.” I smiled over my shoulder at him as we started walking. “See what they’re selling and get prices. Plus it helps to see where everyone else is.” Loki fell into step next to me and I reached over to hold his hand. Loki blushed as he squeezed my hand and tugged me closer. “Is there anyone here you would want to meet?” I asked as I kept an eye on the tables lining the walls of the con. Loki shrugged.

“I haven’t kept up with modern movies. I prefer the older ones.” Loki mused as he watched me. I laughed.

“Loki, most of these actors are in the older movies.” I looked over at him and smiled. “Look. This table will be for Doug Bradley. The one next to him is Kane hodder. Next to Malcolm is Heather langenkamp. It’s mainly people in horror movies from the 80s and 90s.” Loki laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.

“Then I must admit I didn’t watch many of the horror movies.” I smiled at him again.

“I didn’t either. Until I was a teen.” I shrugged and continued walking. “Depression and anxiety does something to you. Grief too.” My face turned stoney as I turned down an aisle. It was silent for a while as I looked at the booths. I smiled and said hello to some of the vendors that I recognized.

“I’m sorry.” Loki said as we headed back towards Malcolm’s table. I looked over at him and frowned.

“For what?” I asked. Loki smiled sadly at me.

“For whatever it was that was you went through that horror movies no longer scared you.” I took a deep breath and nodded.

“Thank you. But you don’t have to apologize.” I squeezed his hand and let go when I saw Malcolm come into the hall. “Besides, I’m fine now.” Smiling at Loki I nodded towards the table before running towards it. “Malcolm!” I called as I ran into him and hugged him. Malcolm hugged me back tightly.

“(Y/N)! How have you been my dear?” He asked as he pulled away to look at me.

“Never better.” I smiled at him. Shaking his head, Malcolm kissed my cheek and hugged me again. “It’s so good to see you.” I sighed out. Malcolm nodded against my shoulder. Pulling away completely, I turned towards Loki. “Malcolm, this is Loki. He’s my friend.” Loki put on a fake smile and held his hand out for Malcolm to shake. Malcolm looked from me to Loki before shaking his hand.

“(Y/N) has told me about you.” Malcolm said with a sly smile. “We have a bit to talk about.” I looked between the two and swallowed thickly.

#Loki #loki fanfic #loki fanfiction #loki imagine #loki x reader #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #cast out #cast out series

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jemgirl86 · 7 months

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I hate when people sign up for certain things, knowing full well what to expect, because it’s what any sane person who has existed as a human being would expect, but then when they get in the game, they don’t want to play the game anymore.

Like okay, right after college, I worked in a couple of call centers. I loathed that shit. I cannot do it at this point in my life. I simply cannot. Whatever the last CSR in a call center that you spoke with about your phone/internet/insurance/whatever is being paid, it’s not efuckingnough! That shit is miserable… to me. So, I would never in my life apply for that type of job again. They could be paying triple what I make now, and give me a company car and I still wouldn’t do it. I’d literally rather jump off of the Sears Tower and into a damp rag than take back to back calls about anything. It could be back to back calls about Sam Wilson, and I’d still say absolutely not!

Now, I’ve been at my current job for the past 9 years. I don’t even log into my phone lol. My VM message probably still says July 2014, because that’s when I started here. If it can’t happen via email, it can’t happen.

And I love that for me.

But I digress lol… so when I see someone doing a job that everyone in society knows there are certain expectations for, both spoken and unspoken expectations btw, and they act pissy whenever someone dares to think they’re going to meet those expectations, I get a little annoyed. Like I roll my eyes. And then when people observing are like: “well they don’t have to do anything they want.” I just roll my eyes harder, because umm no duh. Nobody has to do anything they dont want to do, technically. Hell, all I have to do is stay Black and die. But, if I want to be successful in my lowly office job, then, yeah, I do have to do stuff I don’t want to do, including stuff not in the job description, like go to the office outing this Friday, and show up at the baseball game they give us tickets to every year, and smile when Ms Kravitz talks to me even though I can’t stand her ass, because that’s the game. That will always be the game. And I don’t like to hear people act shocked when they’re expected to play the game they chose to play.

Complain about wages, complain about benefits, complain about harassment, that’s normal and reasonable. Be shocked that your bosses don’t want to pay a living wage or approve PTO.

But complaining about or acting shocked about people wanting you to do some shit that a blind man could’ve seen they’d want you to do, because it’s a known occupational hazard is wild to me

It would be like me acting surprised because someone dropped by my desk to chat about nonsense. Do I want to chat about nonsense? No. Do I want to have a thirty minute talk with someone about how much I love the open office concept. No, I fucking hate the open office concept. But was that 30% of my day pre-Covid when the office was regularly full? Yup. Because that’s how offices work lmaooo. And I played the game because that’s how it is.

It’s like, okay, you know that old Looney Tunes cartoon with the sheepdog and wolf and it starts with them literally standing at a time clock? They greet each other all normally and cordially, and then clock in and start fighting/chasing each other. Then they clock out at the end of the day, and go on about their business? That’s every job, from the bottom to the top, and people used to know that, but recently it’s like everyone has forgotten 😭

Idk… complain about whatever, but don’t act shocked. I hate huddles and break out sessions with random people at work, but I’m not shocked when it happens lol. Why would I be??? 🤷🏾‍♀️

#long winded rant just for me #maybe i should just stop watching tiktoks lol

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aithusarosekiller · 2 years

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Okay I’m gonna stop writing today bc I have to be up by 6

But

Here is a basic idea of some of the start of Pete and James’ relationship when they get back together in 6th year that I thought of just now.

“Stop smirking!”

James rolled his eyes. “I’m not smirking. I’m smiling because you appeared from nowhere like some kind of fairy and I find it funny.”

“Right. I just wanted to know why you’ve been so distanced from me.”

“And I just wanted to get to the library in peace. I don’t have the time, Peter.”

“What?” Peter hissed, stepping closer and tilting his chin up. “You know, just because Sirius and Remus are pissy with each other, you don’t get to use that as an excuse to be so distant! We’ve been best friends for a decade and a half and now you’re deciding to be all moody and selfish? Brilliant. Fucking brilliant,” He spat. Then, not giving James a chance to continue, he took another step closer, backing James into the wall, and kept speaking. “Do you not think that I need someone? Just like they need support, I do too! The group is in shambles, James, and I need someone to trust. Someone who understands how I feel and helps keep this goddamn group together because all you seem to be doing is siding with Remus!”

“Pete-“ James started, his gaze softening at he reached out to touch Peter’s cheek and wipe away a tear.

“It’s always about Remus now! I get he was hurt but you don’t even bother trying to act normally about it! You broke up ages ago James, get the fuck over it.”

“Pete-“

“I don’t see why you can’t just try! Actually, at this point, I don’t care if you’re siding with him, you two can get bloody married for all I care, but-

“Pete-“ He tried again, getting ignored once more.

“Shut up, James! I’m talking! I’m talking about your obsession with Remus, about letting you go on with it! But you have to at least pay me a little attention because I don’t see why you’re neglecting me! The past few weeks, you’ve been ignoring me completely, just when we need each other. And I hate you for it! I really, really, fucking ha-“

“Pete!” James snapped, louder than before. Once he was due he had his attention, he softened his expression, moving his hands to cup Peter’s face gently.

“What?” His voice cracked pathetically.

“You look so beautiful.”

“What?”

James laughed lightly and took a deep breath, taking a step forward so they were standing against each other and closing his eyes. “I said, you look beautiful, Peter.”

“I don’t understand what you’re pla-“

“Shhh, I’m not playing at anything. I’ve been ignoring you because I can’t stand being in the same room as you without wanting to stride over and kiss you.”

He shuddered slightly under James’ loose grip. “What?”

“It’s true. I can’t be your friend again. Please. I love you,” The phrase echoed around then in the hallway, and Peter was sure even the portraits were holding their breath.

“Oh.”

#this is rskc ending #I promise #this is just a detour #but I love them anyway #Peter x James #James x Peter #prongtail #?#idk #they need a cool name

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enhaheeseung · 2 years

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HI! i still need to read your most recent fic, ill do that after i send this and give my feedback through my reblog <3. but you asked why we like those works so much so.. (im not sure if you really wanted a response but im here to give you one anyway!!!)

for train ride home, the way it was literally so corrupt but also so gentle really like 🧍🏾‍♀️🧍🏾‍♀️ made me speechless tbh. just the way you wrote him as a character. ive never read anything with that particular theme but its honestly one of my favorite things and maybe a small fantasy of mine... so to see it written about someone i think about quite often was really great. it also made me feel a little less weird about enjoying something like that.

for best friends, i really enjoy just the over all theme. its very much something i would do. the whole making a "mistake" and then pulling back. i think it was really relatable but also just the way you captured the jealousy of heeseung. the way that he got mad when the reader tried to do the same things he does. i genuinely wanted to smack him when he got all pissy over her wanting to go talk to the dude, but im glad he didnt let her.

for darling, i think i said this in my reblog but the end made my oral fixation go crazy. i write a little bit but theres a few things that im a bit nervous to write about, that being one of them. im not sure why, but like the whole falling asleep with it in your mouth thing makes me weak in the knees lmao

but overall i just really enjoy your work. while we obviously dont know heeseung in that particular light, i think that you write him in way that makes me think "oh yeah this makes sense" or "i could see him doing something like that". this makes reading so much more enjoyable cuz i feel like some people write without really connecting the theme/content with the person theyre writing for.

Thank you for the response cause I was dead serious😳

So first off

Ngl with train ride home I literally thought about what other girls fantasize about if that makes sense I did absolutely no research btw lol it’s just kinda a pattern that I see from other stories and themes geared towards the female audience so I kinda went off of that bad guy good girl vibe like obviously I didn’t use that theme but I’m using that as an example so for instance it’s kinda like you want a bad but good boy, so like a perv and a gentleman if anyone even understands what I’m trying to say you’d think I’d be good with words but here we are 🤡

Moving on

Best friends was just something I made on the spot with a ton of editing in between when I wrote his character for that I wanted to capture that uncertainty that so many men have when it comes to relationships as well as the female character being so in love with him that she kinda just takes what she can get and ends up making mistakes and hurting herself even more than he has I’ve seen this happen so many times before just without the happy ending and I also made his character with traits like a lot of guys In friendships where he kinda got the best of both worlds having a female best friend and girls on the side but he never really felt complete without the female lead

And last but not least

Darling there’s not much to say not gonna lie to you I was just in a moody mood when I wrote that it’s pretty short but definitely gets the point across if you’re into that kind of thing I’m glad you feel less weird about liking those things cause to me it’s not weird at all and just so you know I know more people that are into that than I can count on fingers with both hands

love that you mentioned being nervous to post some things cause so am I like there are themes I made but they will never see the light of day just cause they are a bit out there and I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable plus y’all don’t need to know everything that goes on in this brain of mine

I do try to go outside the box with my writing I don’t read a lot of fanfics but I think a lot of my concepts and writing style has not been done before so I try to spice things up and keep it interesting I incorporate a lot of smut but I feel like In some of my stories I built a foundation that will make readers comeback or ask for a part 2 cause even though there’s smut in it I developed the characters well enough to where you want to see more little off topic but stories like “angel” or “train ride home” are themes I’ve never seen done before that and everyone seemed to really enjoy those so my mind runs miles trying to come up with new ideas

As for the way I write heeseung it’s just literally all the fantasies I have about him tbh I write him exactly how I think about him😌

Also this was really fun responding to actually like I wouldn’t mind going into more detail about my plots if anyone is interested kinda felt like a mini interview and I just love answering questions

Sorry this is so long without any punctuation forgive me😞

#enhypen heeseung #enhypen #lee heeseung #heeseung #engene #enha heeseung #enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #heeseung smut #asks #inbox

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socksonvideo · 2 years

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Hi hi hello!! Tell me a bit about whoever you wanna talk about most!!!!! (or both, if you want!!)

💧🌟🔫👖

u know what... i will do both.... under the cut though bc it might be long lmao

aspen .

💧 - u know for such an angsty little guy im having a hard time with this LMAO. i bring a different one... so i don’t mention survivors guilt again bc catherine stole that one

obviously! there has been a lot of near death soul rider experiences and adding that to the previous near death trauma aspen had you get. more trauma!! and nightmares. this is about nightmares.

aspen has frequent nightmares about actual death (eg. Moss’ wings not forming in time / Sabine actually getting their ass (not in a good way) in Dino Valley / Being stuck in that in between area after Elizabeth Died / Car Crash / I’m sure there is more I could be here all day)

what if they hadn’t done that? what if in the future they don’t make the right move? its so easy for them to make a mistake and it does not help aspen’s paranoia.

obviously this is added on to their moon circle issues because once aspen started having Those dreams it was another issue of “was that a nightmare or a vision” and so really. big mess. so fun!

🌟 - stargazing is kind of a quiet bonding activity for aspen. yeah, sure they’re alone most of the time out of their own preference but sometimes they want to hang out! just not mostly in loud crowded places. they try to just think about the peace and quiet because honestly there is way too much going on for them.

since aspen lives in the countryside (though right outside of jorvik city) they see the stars pretty often. most times they prefer to do it with someone though. sometimes its their abuela (who... i hc was a moon sister from the gen b4 elizabeth’s so really its a mild venting session sometimes)

other times it could be one or both of their sisters. most of the time though, they actually stargaze with maya !! actual best friends. one of the few people that aspen has actually talked to that isn’t their family. maya in general is just a very nice and funny person and aspen respects that.

misc people for stargazing though are the flying foxes (has only been a one/two time thing so far but the vibes (and smores) were amazing)

obviously the soul riders too but like !! mainly linda ..... gotta roll out the heavy ass telescope though.

i imagine their first hang out with anne was a split thing (”alright we can hang out where u would like to hang out w me and then vice versa”) so after they did whatever, aspen took her to the usual hill and they just talked about whatever. bonding over fleeting quiet moments. and then aspen proceeded to point out every constellation.

(this is so long LMAO im projecting my love for stargazing rlly badly rn)

🔫 - aspen is the least likely person to go “yeah i trust you sure” right off the bat because they are so skeptical. of everyone and everything.

like, obviously, if you’re just being really open about being an ass or something, its a no brainer at that point. sabine at the manor was so very obvious and aspen, internally, was laughing, up until she took justin in which aspen was not laughing and was like “damn.” it takes a while before aspen can trust you (even if you show genuine kindness it takes them like. a week or two before they’re like alright)

aspen isn’t one to turn their back on you without reason. going off “friendship betrayals” for this one, but aspen will show and give verbal distaste for something if you’re just being an annoying or pissy person. if you decide to ignore it, your loss. aspen can deal with you saying that they betrayed you. becaue sure.

will say that it has happened to aspen before so the first hand experience is strong.

in terms of betraying someone, it depends ig? if its something of turning evil and betraying the ‘good side’ friends, then probably not. unless there was a Very Good Reason and the evil side wasn’t actually evil, then yes. if it was a fake out thing, then probably and very quickly. aspen can deal with the shock and betrayal if it means saving someone from something. life or death situation, and aspen chooses life.

👖 - tbh aspen wears like the same thing... maybe they'll switch it up sometimes (depends on weather like 99% of the time) but its mainly their little trucker hat, a sweater, baggy pants, and the same fingerless gloves and boots.

sometimes in the winter aspen will wear the shortest (modest) clothes possible. just to flex the alaska genes. its hilarious to them. others just think they are insane and maybe they are.

catherine .

💧 - slaps her little head. this character can hold so much survivors guilt inside it.

anyway she has a Ton and I mean a Ton of guilt from Elizabeth's death because she felt like she should've (and honestly could've....) prevented it but she was just so. shocked that she really couldn't do anything in the moment.

honestly there are a ton of other moments where she has watched past generations die in front of her and she has felt purely guilt from those events but elizabeths is the most recent and so she was beating herself up over it for a while.

plus they were literally in a sisterhood together even if catherine was different. that was her long time friend and she just? stood there? like hell she is gonna feel bad.

🌟 - catherine is constantly thinking about stuff to keep herself from spiraling so! every time she goes star gazing, she’s constantly trying to point out different stuff. where’s this constellation? is that a new one?

they mostly prefer to do it with wren. she only used to star gaze bc of a star circle rider from one of the very first generations but obviously she’s. not around to do it with her anymore.

🔫 - somewhere in between.

catherine can just? sort of tell if you’re a good person or not. it makes it easier to trust you if she can tell. of course some people are Extremely open about their true personality but others. hm.

she is well aware of the possibility that someone is faking their goodness or what not but sometimes. very few times she can also sniff that out.

catherine is quick to trust people just bc of the above LMAO. not the type to betray or turn your back on you without reason though bc she is just Not like that. the only time she’d ever ‘betray’ someone is if she was doing a fake-out trust thing bc ur just a little evil person and she needed to do so for her own gain.

👖 - definitely has no go to outfit lmao that wardrobe is changing every day but. mostly airy clothes. like her sweater + cardigan on her ref are pretty thin in reality. i guess if we wanna consider something a go-to then probably whatever is like? a fashion trend at the time? lmao catherine is an enigma

#im so sorry this took me like a WEEK i take forever thinking about my characters #as much as they bounce around in my head they have to hit the corner right like the windows icon before the thought comes #dont know if i interpreted the asks rights tbh most of there were written at.... 2 am #thank u 4 da asks though #aspen southfield #catherine pinehome

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