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The Sublet - Roommate!AU

Warnings: She/her pronouns, slow burn, angst. Tags will be added as the fic goes along. Smut, dirty talk, spanking, finger fucking, no protection (wrap it before you tap it babies), smut, creampie, Aemond being a douchebag.

Pairings: Modern!Aemond x Reader, Modern!Cregan x Reader

Summary: Living with Helaena Targaryen was one of the best decisions you had ever made. Meeting at university, the two of you became thick as thieves and quickly best friends, moving into a flat together. But what will happen when Helaena has to leave, and her quiet, brooding, brother moves in?

Notes: Bit of a longer chapter than usual here, hehe. You should know me by now, I hate cutting them up, so I hope this feeds you well. Cregan Stark my beloved, take me now ;)

Chapter 4: Bunny

By the time you had gotten through four episodes of Dance Moms, you heard keys in the front door. Sitting up, you turned your head towards the entrance, listening as Aemond dropped his keys into the bowl beside yours and made his way down the hall.

His towering frame entered the lounge room, silver hair pulled away from his face in a low bun. Turning to the sound of the television, Aemond lifted his eye towards you, giving you a short and curt nod in greeting.

“Hey.” You greeted back, watching him disappear into his room. You listened as the door shut behind him with a click.

What was his deal?

Was he always this rude? Or just cripplingly shy?

But to you, he didn’t seem shy, and now that you thought of it, Helaena had only described him as such when he moved in. Never once before.

Helaena had a great read on people, and he was her brother, they grew up together and were relatively close. Helaena had described her middle brother as many things. Loyal, headstrong, stubborn, but shy just did not seem to fit the ticket, even if she had told you as such.

It made you think that maybe it would be better to have Aegon as a roommate after all.

At least he would talk to you.

The more you thought about it, the more it intrigued you.

What did he do during the day? Did he work? Did he live off of his parents money? He said he had been studying, but he wasn’t anymore. Aemond truly was a mystery to you, and the less you knew about him, the more you wanted to know.

Putting your dishes in the sink, you decided to go and talk to the man you would be living with for the next month. And he very well could indulge you. He was under your roof, in your space. It was the least he could do.

Reaching Helaena’s door, you looked at the small stickers on the wood, rethinking your actions for one moment before you charged forward, knocking. It wasn’t an urgent knock, or aggressive. It was lazy, and casual, and you had hoped that it conveyed the reason why you were there.

Rustling came from behind the door as you shifted on your feet, waiting as the seconds ticked by, until finally the handle twisted, and Aemond appeared.

You blinked.

He was shirtless.

Aemond looked down at you silently, waiting for you to reveal the reason for your intrusion. And yet as you stood there, looking at the man in front of you, his toned chest and arms on display, small scars littering some of his skin, you felt all the words in your throat shrivel and dry up.

Aemond dipped his head, eyebrows twitching as he looked at you in something you could only describe as slight annoyance, and perhaps amusement. Taking a steeling breath, and trying to keep your eyes above his chest.

“Hey, have you eaten?” It was the first thing that popped into your head.

Aemond’s eye flicked up and then down your body, and if you hadn’t been concentrating so hard on keeping your gaze on his face, you wouldn’t have noticed it.

You felt heat rise in your cheeks.

“Mm.” He nodded.

His gaze held yours, and tension bloomed around you, “Um, do you want to watch a movie or something?”

Aemond’s lips pursed forward slightly, before he straightened himself, one arm still holding onto the side of the door, “What are you watching?”

“Dance Moms, but we can watch something else if you want?”

Why did you feel so small all of a sudden?

Silence curled around you as you waited for Aemond’s response.

Then came the rejection.

“I think I’m going to just go to bed.”

Your stomach twisted.

Stepping back away from he door, you gave him a crooked smile and bobbed your head, “No problem. Night.” Spinning on your heel, you walked back down the hall, cheeks hot from embarrassment and a pinprick of spite.

You didn’t turn back to hear him say goodnight, but you could feel his gaze on you as you moved back to the lounge room.

The next few days went by with Aemond barely speaking to you. And although he was somewhat polite, his allusiveness to even try and get to know you was wearing down on your patience.

Whats more, was despite his obvious refusal to want to spend time with you, and engage in more than the occasional bout of small talk, you could not escape awkwardly bumping into each other in the house, and a weird energy stretching around the you both. It felt like you were walking on thin ice, one misstep and you were going to fall into the depths below. And it made you angry.

Why were you the one to feel awkward in your own home?

And on top of all this, Larys had been on your ass more than usual. Constantly hovering over your desk, sending passive aggressive emails, nitpicking your grammar or style in work, to which you would send emails of a similar type back. If you had to write another ‘per my last email’ one more time, you think you would scream.

The thing that annoyed you the most however?

Was how alluring Aemond was.

There was no denying that he was attractive, his sharp features adding to his mysterious, and allusive energy. And you thought that was what attracted you the most. The man was entirely a mystery to you, and he knew it.

It was clear he was aware he was getting under your skin in some type of way, because he had begun to smirk and hum to your prodding more often than not.

It was driving you insane.

You were doing your best, or the best that you could, to make Helaena’s brother feel welcome. To make him feel comfortable in your home, but the man had not a shred of decency to do the same.

So after a long week of tiptoeing around the enigma that had moved into the room opposite you, and the slog of work and leering eyes of Larys Strong, you sat on the train on a Friday evening and sent off a text to Cregan.

Aemond had been in the house long enough, and you needed to let off some steam.

You smiled at your phone as you got off the train, walking home from work.

Cregan really was a stress reliever for you, and a bloody good one too. Reliable and always on time, you knew that he would be at your door as the clock struck 6, which meant you had about an hour to shower and get yourself ready.

When you arrived home, you didn’t bother to call out in greeting as you were so used to doing with Helaena, instead silently toeing your shoes off at the door and dumping your keys in the bowl beside the other pair.

Aemond was home.

You walked down the hall, and as you turned you saw Aemond stretched out on the couch, phone in hand, with only a shirt and a pair of black nike shorts on. The Targaryen lifted his head and looked at you, almost as though he was waiting for you to speak, but all you gave him was a curt smile as you moved down the hall, hanging your bag on a hook behind your door, before heading straight for the shower.

You washed and exfoliated yourself, letting the hot water beat against your sore shoulders and back before getting out to apply some light make up. After you had moisturised and gotten yourself ready, you wrapped your towel around your body, checking your phone.

5:30.

Plenty of time.

Aemond’s head lifted to your body in the towel as you moved to your room, and you felt his heated gaze on the back of your neck, prickling like static. You got inside and shut the door, fishing out a matching pair of lingerie and some cute clothes to throw on. You quickly tidied your room, and before you knew it, you were ready with twenty minutes to spare.

You walked to the kitchen, hoping to fix up a little plate of snacks for the two of you, Aemond still where he was on the couch. You felt his eye on your the entire time as you fished out a plate and began to put some cheeses and meats on it, giggling to yourself as you remembered Helaena calling it ‘Girl Dinner’.

“I’ve already eaten.” Came Aemond’s voice from behind.

You frowned, turning slowly to look at him.

Smug.

Asshole.

“It’s not for you.” You responded, almost shocked at the audacity that this man had. He was really beginning to get under your skin. You turned back around, silently scoffing to yourself as you moved to grab a glass of water.

You had gotten half way through the glass when a knock at the door alerted you to Cregan’s arrival. A smile wound on your lips as you grabbed the plate, quickly dumping it on the dining room table before you went to the front door.

Cregan grinned at you, bottle of wine in his hand.

Your heart fluttered in your chest and you rose on your tiptoes to press a quick kiss to his lips, “Hey.”

“Hi.” He breathed back, voice deep.

Cregan stepped into the apartment, slightly ducking under the frame as you led him down the hallway he had been through plenty of times before.

As he walked behind you, you could smell him. He smelt safe, he smelt warm. A musky scent that had subtle hints of citrus.

When you entered the lounge room, Aemond was no longer lounging on the couch, instead he was sitting stiffly atop the pillows, head turned towards you. As Cregan finally emerged from the halls, the two men exchanged what you could declare, the most uncomfortable of greetings.

Cregan, being the warm man that he was, smiled at Aemond and offered his name, moving across the room the shake the violet eye’d mans hand. But Aemond made no move to grasp his, and instead looked at it for a beat as he stood, before finally grasping it and offering his name quietly.

“You’re Helaena’s brother, yeah?” Cregan attempted to diffuse the tension, and Ameond only gave a noncommittal hum back.

Sensing the awkwardness, you grabbed Cregan’s hand and dragged him to the kitchen, “Lets get some glasses, yea? What did you bring this time?” You could feel Aemond’s eye on your back.

Cregan gave small amused scoff, holding back his true thoughts, “Spiced wine from Dorne.” His deep grey eyes looked down at you, small smirk winding on his cheeks.

“My favourite!” You chirped, pulling down two glasses for the both of you, before you took him back to the dining table behind the couch, trying to keep your eyes ahead of you instead of meeting the icy one of Aemond’s.

It was ironic really.

Cregan was from the North, but had one of the warmest personalities you had ever met.

Aemond came from a background of legends of fire and dragons, and yet he was icier than snow.

Cregan and you sat at the table for some time, nibbling on your snack plate and drinking the wine as you caught up on the weeks that had gone past without seeing each other. It was friendly and kind, and you felt the weeks tension slowly bleed out of you as you were able to have a normal, actual conversation with someone.

Before long, you were feeling warm from the wine, or perhaps it was the way that Cregan kept devouring you with his eyes. Aemond still sat stiff backed at the couch, not having moved once, a stark difference to him usually hiding in his room.

Cregan’s eyes roamed down your body as he pushed his tongue into his cheek. You rested your chin in your palm and lowered your voice, “I could have sworn there was some sort of lingering threat between the two of us.”

The Starks teeth were revealed as his smirk pulled higher on his face. Your breath caught in your throat.

Gods he was handsome.

“I think there was.” His voice was low and deep, rumbling from his chest.

Aemond would have to strain his ears above the telly to be able to hear the two of you, and so you felt safe having the conversation behind him, “I told you what would happen, bunny.”

Your thighs rubbed together beneath the table.

Grinning at the brunette in front of you wolfishly, you leant forward, giving him an ample view of your breasts from the top of your shirt, “Hm, I could just make you sit here with me all night.” You purred.

Cregan’s gaze darkened, head tilting as he looked at your through his lashes, “You think I won’t throw you over my knee right here?”

Your mouth dropped open, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me.”

The way Cregan was looking at you in that moment meant one thing.

He was deathly serious.

Standing abruptly, you grabbed the bottle of wine and your glass, balancing your phone between two fingers and motioned for him to follow you to your room. Your skin prickled as you all but sprinted into your bedroom, placing the wine down on your side table as you waited for the hulking figure to follow you in.

As soon as he entered, he placed his wine beside yours, towering over you.

Your heart raced as you looked up at him, a knowing grin spreading across your face. Every inch of your body was set alight as he continued to look down at you, piercing eyes boring a hole into your head.

“Get on the bed, bunny.” He commanded, voice lowering to almost a whisper.

Anticipation worked its way through your bones as you could not help the excitement that continued to burst through your veins, and yet still, you could not help but be bratty, knowing that you were playing with fire.

“Why?” You looked up at him, cocking your head, biting your lips to stop you from smiling.

Cregan sighed, “Get on the bed, or I’ll do it for you.”

Your tongue peeked out of your lips as you wet them, “What are you going to do to me?”

Your world tilted as Cregan hoisted you up in his arms, loud giggle flying from your lips as he stalked towards the bed, before throwing you unceremoniously onto it, your body bouncing atop the mattress.

Cregan smirked, looking down at you as he grabbed your ankles and ripped you to the end of the bed, air squeaking from your lungs, “Such a tease.” He grunted as he parted your legs, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you looked down at him.

Cregan knelt at the foot of the bed, hands grazing up your thighs and under your skirt until they reached the edges of your panties. His fingers skimmed over the black lace, eyes peering up at you hungrily.

“Naughty girl. Who’s this for?”

You squirmed at his touch, “No-one.”

“Really?” His large, callused fingers dragged the lace down your legs, swooping them over your knees before tossing them somewhere else in the room, long forgotten as his hands skimmed back up your inner thighs, pausing right before where you needed him most.

Heat pooled in your gut as you wriggled, trying to get him to touch you.

“Please.” You whispered, pouting down at him.

“Please what, bunny?”

“Please touch me.”

Cregan pressed a short kiss to your knee, causing you to jerk at the warmth, "But you don’t deserve that do you?”

You whined loudly, thrusting your hips up into his hands, “Please Cregan, I’ll be good.”

The man laughed sincerely, “When are you ever been good for me?”

You smirked at him, trying to grab his hands and pull them up, but he didn’t budge. You huffed and flopped back down onto the mattress as the Northerner stood, looking down at you smugly.

“Strip.”

With quick hands, you ripped off your top and skirt, leaving you in only the small, black, lacy bra. Your hands moved to take that off to, but Cregan stopped you, “Uh uh. Keep that on.” He turned around, grabbing his phone and turning on your speaker, still fully dressed, shoes on, and you bare to him on your bed.

You shifted in anticipation.

He turned the music up, you thought a common curtesy for the man who may still be seated on the lounge not too far away, as he stalked towards you, looking down at the way your thighs rubbed together, trying to ease the ache between them.

“Look at you, bunny. So desperate.”

You nodded your head, hand skimming down your body to touch yourself.

“No.” His voice purred, all playfulness gone, “Come here.” A large finger pointed down to where he stood at the end of the bed.

You wriggled down slowly, keeping your eyes on his as you moved to stand, head craned up to look at him. His finger traced under your chin softly as he looked at you, “You going to be good for me?”

You nodded, leaning your face into his hand, as you reached out to touch him. He let your hands graze over his chest and up to his shoulders, rising on your tip toes to place a kiss at the crux of his jaw. Cregan hummed, large palm spreading across your lower back to press you against him. He shifted his head, bringing his lips to your ear.

“Don’t think you can get out of being a brat.”

With swift hands, Cregan spun you around and pushed you over the bed, your chest and stomach plush to the mattress whilst your legs dangled off the edge.

A small cry slipped past your lips as you landed face first, air pushing out of your lungs. His hand smoothed over your lower back, and you turned your head to look at him.

Cregan was looking between your thighs, no doubt finding your slick centre.

“Look at you, so wet already?”

You whined in response, arching your back, the music drowning out the sounds in the room. His other hand began to rub soothing circles against the swell of your ass, and you clenched in anticipation of what was to come next.

The hand lifted, snapping down onto your flesh with a crack.

You squeaked, heat blooming in your cheek as Cregan cooed you from behind, “Good girl,” He purred, “You’re going to give me ten of these, okay?”

You nodded your head, burying your face into your arms as he lifted his palm again, swatting down on the stinging flesh. The slap rippled through you, and your cry was muffled by the mattress.

You thighs rubbed together as Cregan brought down his hand, again and again.

By the time he got to seven, your flesh was burning, and you flinched as he brought his hand up to strike you again. You could feel the wetness between your thighs as he tutted, “Come on bun, only three more. Do you think you can be good and take three more?”

You nodded, eyes feeling teary as you squirmed beneath him, hand soothing against the hot flesh of your bum before removing it to strike down again. The hit caused your core to flutter round nothing and you moaned loudly, rolling your back.

“Good girl, only two more. You’re doing so good for me.”

You keened at the praise and sucked in a breath, feeling his hand come down again.

“Such a good bunny for me. One more, baby.”

Cregan's hand came down a final time with a crack. It filled room, your cry climbing in the space as the song had ended and another had softly begun.

Your face was flushed as he cooed you, praising you for how well you had done, your thighs feeling slick as you rutted against the bed in an attempt to soothe the throbbing.

Lips met your shoulder blade and spine, small moans falling from your lips as Cregan moved down your body, “Good girl. Such a good girl for me.”

“Mm, Yes.” You whined pitifully, spreading your thighs as his hand trailed over your soft, hot skin before diving between your folds.

“Fuck,” Cregan growled, “You’re soaked. You’re not supposed to enjoy your punishment, bunny.” He chastised you, fingers parting your folds as he moved over your clit, your body jerking beneath him.

“Ah, I d-“ Your words caught in your throat, a rasping breath falling form your lips as you felt two of his large fingers push their way inside of you.

The stretch was delicious, and your back arched as the pressed against your walls.

“Shh.” He dragged his hand back out, before pushing them back in, giving you time to adjust, each stroke of his fingers curling down to rub over the soft spongey patch inside of you.

You groaned, head turned to the side as you wriggled beneath him, his hand starting a slow pace as he stretched you open.

“Look how wet you are for me, soaking my hand like such a good girl.”

You hummed in agreement, feeling his thumb begin to swirl around your clit as he continued to drag his fingers in and out of you, increasing his pace.

Cregan began to fuck his fingers in and out of you, the sound of your slick barely drowned out by the music as you whined beneath him.

“S’good. Fuck.” You moaned, hearing him chuckle, the speed increasing.

You could feel the coil inside of you begin to wind tightly, his hands slowly tipping you over the edge.

Your breath held in your chest as he fucked you with his fingers, your orgasm rapidly approaching.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna-“

Cregan pulled his hands from within and you whined, your release immediately halting. You heard his deep chuckle behind you as you arched your back, chasing his fingers, “Hnng- No. Please Cregan.” You whined.

His fingers moved mack, slowly pushing inside as he began to rub around your clit, and soon the pleasure that had been building began to climb again, your breathing ragged as you chased your climax.

But as soon as you almost got to the top, core clenched around his digits, Cregan would pull his hand from you. Ripping your orgasm away.

You sobbed against the sheets, one hand winding down beneath you to reach your clit.

A sharp pain bloomed through your core as Cregan slapped at your cunt. You hissed.

“No touching. This is your punishment for being a brat. You wanna be bratty with me, I'm going to treat you like a brat. And brats don’t get rewards.”

Tears welled in your eyes, all too desperate to get your release, “Please, Cregan, Please. I'll be good. Please, I just-“

“Shhh. Be good and take it then.”

His digits found their way back to your core, sliding in again, this time adding a third finger, the stretch causing you to whine loudly, wriggling backwards against his hand as he stretched you apart.

“Good girl. See? You can be good, can’t you?”

You nodded your head dumbly, feeling like you were beginning to float away.

“You be good for me, and I'll let you cum, okay?”

“I'll be good. I'll be good.” You babbled, nodding your head, pushing back down onto his fingers, feeling full with them inside.

Cregan began to drag them in and out again, his thumb rubbing wet and sloppy circles around your clit as he fucked faster into you, your wetness coating your inner thighs and his hands, no doubt soaking the bed beneath you.

The coil inside of you was ready to break, pleasure mounting and mounting, breath caught in your throat.

“I can feel you squeezing me, are you going to cum?”

You nodded your head, not trusting your voice as he sped up his hand, fingers drilling inside of you, the sloppy sound of your cunt making Cregan groan loudly behind you, watching the way his fingers disappeared inside of your folds.

“Come on then, cum for me.”

His fingers pressed down on the spongey spot inside, as his thumb pressed on your clit.

The coil snapped as you came hard on his fingers.

Eyes scrunched shut, you cried out loudly, writhing on the bed. Your limbs tingled with pleasure as you rode out your orgasm on his hand, the man behind you cooing you through it, and praising you.

“Doing so good, good girl. There you are, so beautiful. You’re so beautiful when you cum. Such a pretty pussy.”

“Fu-ck.” You croaked, his hand finally stilling inside of you.

Your core clenched around him as you came down from your high. You felt weightless, but heavy all at once, limbs like stone as you kept your eyes shut, basking in the glow of your orgasm.

Rustling came from behind you and the sound of a belt buckle being pulled open.

“Let me take care of you.” A kiss pressed against your shoulder and you sighed, turning your head to kiss him. His lips moved against yours gently as you felt the buckle of his pants press against the hot skin of your cheeks. It was soothing in a way and you pushed back against him.

“Gonna fuck you, okay?”

You hummed in approval, lifting your hips as you felt Cregan line himself up with your folds.

With one smooth thrust, he entered you, your slick guiding him in as he pressed up into your walls.

“Fuck.” He grit out, feeling you clench down on him.

You whined, the stretch of him causing your already sensitive pussy to throb. But your limbs were too heavy, and so you laid beneath him, eyes closed as you panted.

Cregan began to fuck into you slowly at first, giving you time to adjust to him, but before long, he was thrusting into your wet heat with vigour, your bed and body jolting with each snap of his hips. Airless gasps were pushed from your lips as his length bullied your sweet spot inside.

The coil that had been battered before, began to wind again, and you reached a hand back to grab the arm that he had planted beside you.

“You gonna cum again?” He breathed, the slapping of flesh filling the room.

You nodded sluggishly, “Uh huh. Please.”

“Good girl.” Cregan dipped his head to press a kiss at the crown of your head, in a soothing and sweet manner, a complete contradiction to he way he was rutting into you.

He sped up his movements, his tip jabbing into the end of your cervix meanly as you cried out, soothed by his shushing and praise.

“Doing so good for me, almost there.”

Two large hands grabbed your hips and pulled you further down the bed, using them to guide you up and down his shaft, fucking into you sloppily as he began to lose himself to pleasure and chase his own peak.

The change in angle deepened his thrusts, and your body seized, cry breaking free as you came again around his cock.

“Good girl, such a good girl for me. Fuck.”

Cregan’s thrusts became erratic, the pace faltering.

He came with a cry, collapsing on top of you, careful to not put all his weight on your lungs as his cum coated your walls. You breathed heavily, eyelids heavy as he slowly pushed into you through his climax, small moans whispered into your hair.

“Fuck.”

You giggled sluggishly, pushing your hips back against him. Cregan hissed, pulling back and out of you, watching as his cum spilled from your folds and down your thighs.

“Stay there.” He kissed your shoulder.

You had no plans to move anywhere anyway, your body feeling like jelly and the sweet hum of your orgasm moving through your limbs. The door opened and closed, and a short while later, Cregan was back in the room with a warm, wet cloth.

He cleaned between your thighs gently, before scooping you up the bed to your pillows, tucking you beneath the blankets as he stripped himself down and curled in behind you, wrapping his large arms around you.

“You okay?” He whispered into your hair.

You hummed happily, snuggling into his side.

“You’ll need to get up and go to the bathroom soon.” He reminded you, and you whined.

He chuckled, holding you to him tightly.

Cregan stayed the night, and you had brushed your teeth together in the bathroom sluggishly, him with the black toothbrush he had left in your apartment once months ago.

The next morning when you woke up, you found that Cregan was already out of bed. Both Aemond and the Stark seeming to be early risers like yourself.

You stretched your limbs before crawling out of bed, bare feet sliding across the floor boards to the kitchen.

Cregan stood in the small kitchen, hulking everything around him. It always made you laugh how big he was, how imposing he could be, but really? He was a big softy.

The Stark was bent over the kettle as he waited for the water to boil. You came up from behind him, pinching his bum cheekily. Cregan jerked with a cry, spinning around with an appalled look upon his face. You both stared at each other for a beat of silence, just the sounds of the kettle coming to boil in the background, before you both fell into a fit of giggles.

Despite the two of you sleeping together for months, Cregan still didn’t quite know how you liked your tea, and so you moved him out of the way to prepare your own, whilst he made himself a mug of instant coffee, stirring the sand like grains in the hot water until they dissolved.

You spoke sleepily to one another for a while, leant against the kitchen counters as the sun shone into the kitchen with a soft glow.

The sound of a door opening and closing swiftly made you turn your head, and soon Aemond was walking down the hall, earphones in, and eye ahead on the front door.

“Morning.” You chirped.

Silence.

Aemond did not turn his head to acknowledge you. Nor did he hum, or grumble a good morning. Nor did he even spare you a goddamn glance. He simply kept on, grabbing his keys from the bowl, the front door opening, and then shutting firmly behind him.

“What a dick.” Cregan grumbled.

You sighed loudly, head dropping backwards as you looked at the ceiling.

“You know,” Cregan began, looking at you with something akin to pity, “You can always come stay with me and the boys if you want.”

Giving the Northerner a small smile, you touched his arm gently, “Thanks, but we would kill each other.”

Cregan Stark chuckled warmly, “I suppose we would.”

“Besides,” You started, “I’m not about to let a man chase me out of my own house.”

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Little Things

pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

warnings: FLUFF!! , Bucky Barnes being adorable, mention of Bucky being insecure (blink and you’ll miss it). Mentions of kisses and hugs, mentions of food and beverages, nicknames.

a/n: this is a mixture of a headcannon - one shot - drabble hehe, just i was feeling stuff and wanted some Bucky Fluff so here I go. hope you all like it 💙 hugs for all.

Life can be boring, monotonous or simply hard at times. A bad day might turn into a bad week where all you want to do is lie on the bed.

Life gets better because of the little things. Especially when you have the best boyfriend in the whole world.

Bucky Barnes can always sense a shift in your mood, the man can practically read your thoughts you feel sometimes.

Little things like making your favourite hot beverage after a tiring day, always makes you smile.

“Here you go princess.”

So many nicknames so much love and all the little things which make your relationship so wholesome.

Grocery shopping dates are one of your favourites, simple and feels like home. You and Bucky walk in the different aisles, getting through your shopping list. You always buy plums for him which he adores.

“Let’s get chocolate milk too please” Bucky gives you puppy eyes and you can never say no to that.

Coming home to Bucky Barnes is the best feeling in the world. That face, that smile and everything about him which makes you wanna thank your stars to be able to call him your man.

“I have a special day planned for us” That is how you end up in a beautiful park with a picnic basket Bucky prepared. Gestures like these make you feel warm in your heart.

“Thank you Bucky Bear.” You kiss his cheek and he still blushes like the first time you did so.

Friday movie nights followed by Saturday cooking date, your favourite two evenings of the week. You both always try to keep yourselves free for these two evenings.

Cooking with Bucky is so special even if it’s so simple. The two of you swaying with music and cooking dinner, sharing multiple kisses and cuddles in between.

You both end up going to your favourite little cafe quite often. Bucky is opening up to new flavours of coffee, and has taken a liking towards iced coffee. Only when you thought you cannot love him any more.

When Bucky hugs you from the back and pulls you close to his body, you feel protected and so loved. That is your happy space.

The man is your very own bear. You wonder how a man built like that can be so soft and cuddly.

While re-watching a random episode of your favourite show, you snuggle against your bear and play with his hair. He loves it and sometimes closes his eyes to take it all in.

At the beginning of your relationship Bucky took some time to open up, he wasn’t sure of himself and whether he deserved so much love and care.

But now he is thankful that you have broken all those walls, and that you both love each other so much.

Bucky Barnes is the happiest when he is with you. His princess, his doll, his baby girl, his sunshine, the love of his life.

“You’re my home you know that my love?” You ask him while he lies on your lap and you softly run your fingers through your hair.

“I do now, you’re my everything Sunshine, you’re my home too.” He smiles looking up at you and his beautiful blue eyes sparkle. You lean down and meet his lips with yours.

“I love you.”

Little things in life are what you cherish, being with Bucky Barnes is what you cherish every second.

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fluff #bucky fluff #bucky #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky x you

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jake-g-lockley · 1 year

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Shiny Things (Din Djarin x reader)

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A/N: If there is something that I love more than love, it has to be soulmate love! Also, I desperately had to channel simp Din somewhere after the last episode cuz have y’all heard the Rizzalorian? The song for this is Paper Rings - Taylor Swift, cuz, well, y’all gotta read and see hehe. Also dedicated to @sofasoap because we share a mutual distaste for *ahem*. Anyway! Enjoy the cute chaos.

Warnings: ugly men doing ugly things, mentions of repaying a debt, other than that very very soft Mando

Word count: 2.8 k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Come on now, hurry, that table over there doesn't even have their food and drinks yet.” the owner shoved you and you stumbled slightly, eyes casted downwards.

You sigh softly and begin to prepare the drinks, setting them on your serving tray . You stretch your arm slightly, trying to unknot the painful cramp that had twisted itself in one of your muscles, your eyes watering slightly as you get frustrated by the ebbing pain. You bit your bottom lip and picked up the tray, walking over to the table and setting a drink and a bowl of porridge in front of a figure, keeping your eyes downcasted.

“Woah.” came a deep modulated voice and you froze, your hand still on the bowl of porridge.

You looked up, your eyes wide with alarm as you found yourself staring at a shock of silver, no, beskar, and a black t-visor. Din Djarin froze too, he didn’t mean to say whatever he said out loud. He could feel his cheeks going crimson with embarrassment, ever so thankful for the helmet that covered his face. Your face morphed to one of curiosity. You’ve never seen a Mandalorian before and you quickly scanned him, noting his broad shoulders and stoic posture that made him look almost regal.

“Hey! Come back here and tend the bar!” the owner shouted and you grimaced slightly, gripping your serving tray close to you before turning on your heel and rushing to the bar.

You found yourself glancing at the Mandalorian ever so often as he spoon fed something in a little hovering pram. Your heart involuntarily sank a little.

“He probably has a wife somewhere.” you think sadly and continue to serve people at the bar, keeping your eyes tactfully off the Mandalorian,

When you saw him getting up to leave, you carefully ducked into the freezer, pretending to pull something out of it. You hear a clink of credits and glance outside, only to see the Mandalorian exiting through the front door, the hovering pram close to his right gloved hand.

That night, you dreamt of the Mandalorian, your hand was in his and you had your head against his shoulder as the both of you stared quietly at the setting suns. You woke up sad, beating yourself up for letting yourself think of the Mandalorian.

That morning you kept yourself busy, skillfully forming a rhythm as you prepared drinks, served and thanked customers. Your productive morning was cut short when a customer cleared his throat and gestured towards something that wasn’t on the bar before you had turned your back on it. A small bunch of wildflowers tied together with string and a tiny note was in front of you and you looked questioningly at the customer who notified you on it.

“Some big man in beskar left it here when you weren’t looking.”

You scrambled as soon as you heard the word beskar. Your hands snatched the note and your heart soared as you blinked at the tiny smiley face scrawled on the paper, followed by a tiny drawing that looked sort of like you that was scribbled with crayon.

You sighed and when your eyes dropped to the front door, you swear you saw a flash of beskar ducking away which made you giggle slightly. Despite being so far away, Din sighed when he heard the pretty giggle over the harsh sounds of the cantina. He suddenly felt someone watching him as he hid away from the entrance and his eyes met with a shopkeeper who was smiling at him, gesturing for him to come closer.

He sighed again and walked to the shopkeeper, Grogu babbling happily beside him

“I don’t have to see your face to know that you’re pining for someone, Mandalorian.” the shopkeeper teased as soon as Din was in close proximity. “I’ve been watching you.”

Din stayed quiet, squaring his shoulders slightly.

“So tell me then, was it love at first sight?”

Din’s heart pounded under his armour. He’d never had this type of conversation with anyone and he wanted to close off. But, oh maker, he wanted to stand on top of the tallest mountain he could find and shout about how he felt when he looked into your eyes.

So he decided to compromise with himself, nodding slowly.

“It’s okay to feel like this, Mandalorian.” the shopkeeper says, arranging one of her many necklaces.

“Do you know anything about her?” Din asks, his voice surprisingly soft, not in his usual authoritative manner.

“She’s in debt to the cantina’s owner, which is why she always looks so sad. He doesn’t treat her right, the poor thing.” the shopkeeper sighed. “But I have to say, she has a heart of gold, son.”

Din wanted to say that he already knew that about you, the kindness in your eyes was unmistakable. But he nodded again, his chest tightening under the strain that his heart was feeling.

“Go after her, son, you’ll regret it if you don’t.” the shopkeeper said, raising her eyebrows as if she had made her final decision. “Here, take this with you and give it to her, it's on me.”

She held out a simple silver necklace that had a small purple gemstone hanging as a pendant.

“Oh no, I can’t take that.” Din says, holding his hands up.

“Fine, I will give it to your peculiar child then.” She rolled her eyes and handed Grogu the necklace, who gladly took it and stared at the stone that was refracting the light of the suns.

Din placed his hands on his hips and tried to give the shopkeeper a look of disdain but he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I can sense your reservations from here, Mando, hold your head high and do this. If you are not going to do it for yourself, at least do it for her.” she said, a finality in her words and he felt a push in his heart, his smile growing wider as a slight weight lifted off his shoulders.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The next morning, Din sat on his bed and tried to rehearse what he would say to you, but nothing was going right. He frowned at Grogu and chewed on his bottom lip. Grogu babbles something and Din shrugs.

“Fine, you’re right, I’m gonna just wing it.” he grumbled as Grogu toddled towards him holding out the necklace in his little hand.

“Thanks buddy.” Din smiles under the helmet and picks Grogu up, taking a deep breath and standing up.

You were deep in thought, tapping the bar with your nail until a small modulated cough broke your thoughts. You whirled around and couldn’t help the smile that bloomed on your face when your eyes caught the gleaming beskar. You instantly forced the smile down glancing around for your boss but Din had already caught it and was trying not to fall off his chair from its intensity.

“Umm, how can I help you?” you say to the Mandalorian, your eyes downcasted to where his gloved hands laid on the table.

“A porridge for the little one.” said the voice.

“Right, let me serve the other table and I’ll come back with the porridge.” you say, turning around and biting your bottom lip so that another smile couldn’t escape you.

On your war back to the bar, you felt a little tug on your loose pants. You looked down to see a peculiar little creature smiling up at you and you almost melted at the sight. You couldn’t help but kneel down and pat its head right there in the middle of the cantina.

“Hi there! Oh, aren’t you the cutest thing in the galaxy!” you squealed as the little green creature jumped into your arms.

You cradled him and walked to the bar, giggling at his little babbles and Din tried hard to fight the incoming fit that was plaguing his head when he saw his son in your arms. With the baby in your arms, Din stared longingly as you rushed around the bar, getting the porridge ready. You turned around and set the porridge in front of the Mandalorian.

“Here you go! Porridge for your little one.” you peered over the counter only to see an empty hovering pram.

“Oh! Where is your little one?” you ask, your brows furrowing in confusion as you tossed your hair and bounced Grogu on your hip.

“Umm, you’re holding him.” the Mandalorian said and your eyes widened as you turned to look at the baby you were holding.

“He’s adorable.” you whispered, running a knuckle across Grogu’s cheek.

“Can I, umm, feed him?” you ask suddenly and Din nods without hesitation.

“While you do that, can I speak to your boss?” Din says, seizing his chance.

“Sure!” you called your boss and the porky man stumbled out of the back room, drunk as usual.

“What!” he barked and you tried to hide your grimace, gesturing towards the Mandalorian without a word, shielding the baby from the horrible man.

Din held his head higher, his hand forming a fist at the way the man was talking to his girl. Din blinked at the way he unconsciously called you his girl, forgetting what exactly he came here to do.

“Oh, a Mandalorian! Never thought I’d see one, I thought you people were extinct.” the porky man chuckled.

“Is there somewhere we can talk? I have an offer you can’t refuse.” Din says, his voice darker than anything you’d heard.

You watch as the Mandalorian was led away by your boss. You tilted your head, wondering what might he want with him. The baby in your arms squeals and you smile down at him, booping his little nose gently.

“Your dad will be back.” you assured the baby although when you looked into his big bug eyes you were not sure whether you were convincing the baby or yourself.

“What can I help you with, Mandalorian?” the porky man asked Din as he slipped into a booth, a little far away from his girl.

Din’s heart was thudding loud enough that he could quite literally hear it despite the loud cantina. He didn’t even know your name, how could he free her? He took a deep breath before answering, letting the breath settle his heart, a reminder that he was doing this because it felt right. He pulls a bag of credits from his pocket and drops it in front of the man in front of him, who’s eyes lit up at the familiar jingle.

“I want to pay the girl’s debt.” Din says clearly, his voice as steady as his purpose

“That girl? Are you related to her or something?” the fat man chuckled, and Din tipped his head without a word.

Suddenly, the owner pushed the bag of credits towards Din making him absolutely confused. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.

“Mandalorian, I don’t think you understand, I need her here, she brings in the customers and does everything. You think I’d like to lose my best worker?” the owner chuckled, his three chins warbling.

Before Din could retort, someone interrupts him and turns to talk to the owner. Din leaned slightly out of the booth, only to see you looking at him, Grogu still on your hip as you bit your lip nervously.

Din didn’t know what else to do and when his heart sparked hard against his chest, he jumped up and ran towards you, scooping the baby out of your arms and plopping him into his hovering pram. Your eyes were wide with surprise as the Mandalorian took your hands in his.

“HEY! GET THAT MANDALORIAN!” yelled the owner from the booth.

“My name is Din Djarin. Do you trust me? Please, just trust me, we need to get out of here.” Din pleaded with you, panting slightly under his helmet.

Someone tried to lunge towards him and he kicked them hard, sending them flying into a table and you gasp.

“Come on!” Din urged, his hands still surprisingly gentle against yours.

You nod and watch him punch another person who tried to pull him away from you. Din pulled his hands away for a second, immediately slipping under your armpits and pulling you up and away from the bar, as if you were the same size as the baby. You scream and Din swings you, making your foot collide with someone’s face.

“I’m sorry!” you shout through the chaos as Din sets you down and pulls you by your hand and the both of you sprint out of the cantina as fast as possible, knocking down carts and tables.

“GOOD LUCK SON!” called the shopkeeper and Din shot her a two finger salute and pulled you as he ran faster, Grogu’s pram speeding up to keep up with the both of you.

Adrenaline was pumping through your system like it had replaced your blood. You felt like you were on fire as the Mandalorian, who was apparently called Din Djarin, led you quickly around corners.

“That’s my ship! Run!” Din urged and the both of you ran to the open ramp, jumping in, Din shutting it almost immediately.

You collapse on the floor of the Razor Crest, taking in big gulps of air as your brain scrambles to take in the situation put out for you. Din had disappeared and soon you felt the rumble of the Razor Crest and you were soon airborne. A while later, you feel something soft against your hand and a big beskar helmet hovering above your face. You glance down at the baby who had been checking on you, his tiny hand patting yours.

“You okay?” the modulated voice makes your gaze snap back to the Mandalorian’s helmet.

You felt your brain seize and suddenly you were laughing. Your eyes were squeezed shut and you were cackling, balling yourself up into a ball.

“I can’t believe we just did that! THAT WAS AWESOME!” you jump to your knees and grab ahold of Din’s helmet, as if it were his face.

Din was in shock. The sound of your laughter made him feel ecstatic.

“Oh maker, I can’t believe you kidnapped me!” you laughed, throwing your arms around the Mandalorian’s neck.

“Yea… WAIT! NO! You ran away with me!” Din said, panicking a little.

“Yea right, you were the one who literally snatched me away!” you squealed.

You loosened your arms when you realised that you had literally climbed into Din’s lap. You looked down bashfully and Din raised an eyebrow under his helmet.

“Thank you. That was the scariest, most cathartic thing I’ve ever done.” you shot Din a small smile that made him feel like Grogu’s mushy porridge.

Din felt something poke his side and he turned to see Grogu slipping the necklace into his hand. Din cleared his throat, making your head snap towards his visor.

“Look, I know this is going to sound like I have ulterior motives or something, and I know the circumstances look iffy.” he took a deep breath and continued. “But I’d like to ask you something and you could totally refuse and I’ll send you to someplace safe.”

“Anything Din.” you whispered, wondering if he had the same thing in his mind as you.

“Would you, umm, like to go out with me?” he mumbled and you almost didn’t catch it with how soft he said it.

Your face broke into a dazzling smile

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me this since you sneaked away after leaving flowers for me.” you let your hand find his, only to feel something in his palm.

You pulled it up and unravelled his fingers, to see a familiar looking necklace sitting on the palm of his hand. Tears filled your eyes as you traced the stone, a reaction Din didn’t expect at all.

“Hey, what’s up?” Din asked, his thumb wiping the tears that had begun to spill from your eyes.

“How… how did you find my mother’s necklace? I had to pawn it off years ago.” you said and Din’s eyes widened.

He sighed and brought the necklace to your neck, pushing your hair aside and clipping it before arranging your hair again, sliding his hands down to wipe your tears.

“Long story, I’d love to tell you someday.” he whispered as you leaned into his touch.

“Someday? You are that confident that I’ll go out with you Mandalorian?” you chuckle through your tears.

Din shrugged and you threw your hands around his neck again, pulling him close. No shiny thing in the galaxy could compare with your Din and in that moment, you felt true safely, sighing into his embrace, sure that he had felt the zing you had on that lucky day he came waltzing into the cantina.

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spatialwave · 5 months

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someone on twitter said that if andre hadn't hit that girl's artery in episode 1 jordan might have danced with marie after how they were looking at her when she got up to dance with cait. could you write that? ofc take care of your sprained ankle and take all the rest you need. only write if you want to ❤

my fav limoreau is clubbing limoreau! (thanks for your patience as i finally answer these beautiful asks hehe)

after andre had left to find someone to go home with and luke disappeared on the search for fresh air, looking a bit worse for wear, jordan found themselves sitting alone with an empty champagne flute in their hand. the stem dangled between their fingers as they held the thin, rounded glass.

a heavy breath came from their nose as they sat back against the bench seat covered in white velvet fabric. their free arm extended along the back of it, nails picking at the texture as their eyes wandered around the club. they often found themselves doing this during nights out, finding moments where they were alone and able to people-watch and analyze those around them.

they clenched their jaw as they scanned the bodies of people, clusters of people laughing and drinking together. pairs and trios sitting together intimately, flirting and kissing underneath the dim lights of the club.

brown eyes flickered past the seating area, instead fixating on the moving bodies that danced and moved over the dancefloor. that's when they saw marie, her head tilted back as her hands were above her head feeling for the sky – that was the molly working. a tiny smirk curled the corner of their lips as they adjusted their position to face her direction.

jordan had been curious about marie since their earlier meeting. sure, she was irritating at first, but she was growing on them. she proved that she wasn’t nearly as stuck up as they assumed and it was evident in the way she smiled and danced as the drugs coursed through her veins.

the drugs were doing the same in jordan, making their limbs want to move. to touch. though, they were a heavy-weight in all aspects so they couldn’t imagine how good marie must’ve felt.

after watching with heavy eyes for a few more silent moments, taking note of the way marie’s hips swayed and how her fingers reached up into the air, jordan had to act. they noticed how cate slipped away, a gloveless hand as she took a sharp direction to the bar.

it was definitely the alcohol and drugs in their system causing them to stand up and drift toward the music. legs pulling them closer and closer to marie.

out of sheer habit, their form shifts just as they push past a group of girls dancing. several inches taller now and slipping behind marie.

jordan had done this many times, watching from afar until they spotted someone they couldn’t look away from. someone who seemed as though they could provide a night of fun. it was different with marie, though.

she wasn’t just some random woman that happened to intrigue them, she meant something to jordan — even if they seemingly despised her at their first meeting. she was growing on them.

a brave hand had reached forward and pressed over marie’s abdomen, pulling her back until their bodies touched. they felt her tense for a moment, though her body relaxed when she glanced over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of them.

jordan smirked, thankful for the positive response they received.

lips parted when marie purposefully pressed herself against them, her hips moving in rhythm with the music. swaying ever so carefully, wanting a reaction.

how could jordan not give a reaction to her movements? she was so goddamn perfect in every way.

their other hand had positioned over her hips, strong grip tightening as they helped guide her hips. like they needed to, she seemed to have everything under control and knew exactly what would make jordan’s body grow hot. their mouth grew dry as they watched her, how she would glance at them for a brief moment and bite her bottom lip just to look away coyly.

it had only been half a song’s worth and jordan was latched onto her like a sailor to a siren. they were in deep and she didn’t even know it.

breaths were heavy, eyes closed and hands touching each other. jordan wasn’t sure when, but marie had turned around at some point and their chests bumped together.

half-lidded eyes bored into each other and before they could react, marie had been reaching their hands up to jordan’s neck and pulling them down for a kiss. lips met in fiery passion and jordan moaned into her mouth, fingers tightening around her hips.

“thought you didn’t want me here,” marie grinned as she pulled back and moved half a step away, leaving jordan aching for more. she was acting purely on primal desire, unlocked by the molly in her system. her body still moved to the music with ease, arms in the air, head moving along to the beat.

a cocky grin splayed over jordan’s lips as a hand reached so their fingers could brush against her bare shoulder, the contact of skin making them shudder.

“is it illegal to change my mind?” they questioned back, eager to see how their words pulled her in close again.

“no. just wanted you to say it.” she quipped, licking her lips before the two of them moved in tandem, sultry movements that left them wanting more from each other, but they knew their limits.

drunken, sloppy kisses that taste of expensive champagne and fruity lipgloss would be enough for now.

#limoreau #jordan li #marie moreau #mariejordan #gen v #jordan li x marie moreau #spatialanswers #words by spatial

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babiebom · 6 months

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Hey! Hope you're having a great week!

I'd like to make a request about harvey and witch!reader (GN) who gifts him potions or invites him to do little rituals.(stuff like that)

This could be HCs or a little oneshot or whatever you're comfortable with!

(If that's too much, sorry/gen)

🦉-

A/N: you wanna know something funny? I wasn’t gonna announce it yet(as if anyone cares lmao) but I’m planning on doing musical inspired fics and the very first one I’m writing is about witch!reader(gender neutral) x Rasmodius! So you were literally in tune with me about the reader being a witch lmao. Also I hope you’re having a great week(and all the great weeks for forever) too!!

Tw:Witchcraft? Some stuff may be inaccurate I do not practice witchcraft at all so I am very ignorant. Cursing. A sexual mention (not bad or graphic I promise it’s just a lil jokey joke.) 1 mention of the war going on in the game.

Wc: 17 bulletpoints (i think) 0.6k for the oneshot

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I personally think that Harvey has no experience AT ALL with witchcraft and magic or anything.

His experience is that he has watched scary movies with witches, and has seen every single episode of Charmed.

So he’s not really scared, just wary, especially since there is an actual Wizard that lives right outside of town.

So when you start becoming friends and you tell him that you’re a witch and partake in witchcraft he’s very….

I literally cannot explain without using an emoji I hope y’all can see it it’s just 😃

Like he’s literally like “hmm okay guess that’s something that’s part of my life now”because he likes you so much

If it was anyone else he would’ve been sorta like…that’s something I’m not comfy with

But with you he’s like “yeah okay I guess I can deal with this”

The first time you gift him a potion he is very confused like wtf is this for

You’re like “hehe it’s to help you have more energy🥰”

He is VERY HAPPY with how well it works and the fact that you made the potion taste GOOD

Like the medicine he sells in the clinic for energy tastes like absolute ass and he never takes it himself.

But you literally gave him a solution

Also a potion to get rid of insomnia(at least temporarily)

He is all for it especially since it’s you teaching him.

He actually allows you to sell your potions in the clinic for certain things like helping Granny Evelyn deal with her bad knees and arthritis.

Actually in love with you, and he has decided that even if you used a love potion on him he wouldn’t care at all.

The moon is slowly rising in the night sky by the time Harvey can lock up the clinic to head to your farm. He’s nervous, he has been to your place before, yes, but this is the first time you’ve invited him to be a part of a ritual that you’re doing. He doesn’t know what it is specifically, while on the phone you were very playful and vague. It takes him an hour to get to your place, he walks briskly, the wind whipping his hair around.

The closer he gets, the more his heart pounds and he feels the urge to turn back and go home. It’s not that he’s scare of you, in fact he trusts you with his life, he just is anxious about the ritual and what you have to do. His phone buzzes in his pocket the second he stops and he sees your name pop up.

Farmer: don’t you dare turn around.

i’ll turn you into a frog if you do.

okay i won’t but hurry up and get here.

He couldn’t help but smile at your words, and how you knew that he was getting cold feet. Harvey sends a reply and continues walking. This night is going to change his life, he knows it.

He knocks on your door, bouncing on his feet as he waits, too cold to just stand there. You open the door, and he is hit with the smell of what he thinks is cinnamon, and the warmth of the inside of your home. Your smile is so bright that he insults himself internally for even thinking of turning around.

“You’re here!” You grab at his arm to pull him inside, helping him take off his coat to hang it up. “I thought you would’ve changed your mind.”

“Never, not when you invited me.” You send a soft smile his way while leading him to your bedroom. He had never really been in it before, only seeing it from the living room or hallway when he’s passing by. It makes his heart thump so loudly that he fears that you can hear it.

“You ready?”

“Yeah…what kind of ritual is this?”

“A sex ritual.” He chokes on his saliva. You invited him to do a sex ritual? He thinks for a second that he doesn’t think that you were at that point yet, but he isn’t mad at it, he wouldn’t oppose it if this is really what you want to do.

“A sex ritual?”

“Yeah,” your eyes shine with mischief, “to make us super horny, totally. We’re gonna summon an incubus.”

Harvey can’t stop his eyes from widening at your words. “O…Kay?” You laugh loudly at him, doubling over and wheezing, your eyes closed in delight.

“I-“ you almost fall to the ground still laughing hard. “I’m joking! We’re doing a ritual to make sure that the beginning of next year will be good for everyone, and we’re doing a second one to protect the valley from monsters, especially with the war going on.”

He lets out a loud breath, sort of relieved but also sort of disappointed. He really did want to see you summon some sort of sex demon, it would be really funny now that he thinks about it.

Taking his hand, you grin as you pass him some ingredients. As you begin to read off how to do the ritual, he decided then and there that he has to ask you on a date, and maybe to do a ritual to make sure that the date goes well, he’d regret it if he didn’t.

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gingerjolover · 6 months

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happy not birthday - katie gavin (muna) x fem!reader

Synopsis: katie's gf hates her bday but loves katie <3

G's notes: i'm baaaaaaack, also its babygirl's bday everyone say hbd babygirl!!!! (y'all this isn't edited don't come for me ok?)

WC: somewhere around like 1.1k (hehe)

Warnings: RPF, negative bday talk, crying, hot girls cry on their bday, reader is afab, soft!gf coded, kissin', light touchin', no fundamental physical descriptors except hair that fingers can run thru??

It feels like a feather, soft touches moving over your neck and shoulder. Rousing you from your sleep, the touches tickle, and you hear a chuckle against your skin. Suddenly awake, eyes half opened, fingers resting on your forehead to block the sun, you only see the cracked window before turning your head and seeing your girlfriend's jawline. Katie's face in tucked into your neck, pressing small kisses and nibbles along your skin.

"G'mornin'," Katie says softly, her lips pressing to your cheek, turning your head towards her as she backs away and off the bed. From the nightstand, she grabs a chocolate cupcake, with pink and yellow sprinkles covering the mountain of frosting on top. She pulls out a lighter and lights a sparkly candle before starting to sing "happy birthday".

You groan, momentarily forgetting what day it was when she was kissing your neck to wake you up. "Katie..." you mumble, rubbing your face. You can hear them smiling as she sings, crawling onto the bed, and sitting on her knees. You sit up, your girlfriend's excitement enough to indulge her despite your feelings about your birthday. You smile softly as she finishes the song with an over-the-top elongated note. "Okay, okay, enough," you mutter, the smile widening on your face as she presses her knees to your legs.

"Thank you for indulging me, sunshine," she says as you blow out the candle, hands rubbing your eyes gently.

"You gonna take a bite?" "Now?" "Why not?"

"It's...7:30? Kay, why would you wake me up at the ass crack of dawn?" you ask incredulously, taking the cupcake from your girlfriend.

"We have plans today...don't be mad..." Katie says sheepishly, kissing your cheek and standing up from the bed.

"I don't want to do anything, baby, it's just Wednesday-" you start.

"No, it's not just Wednesday; it's your birthday, and I know how you feel about it, but I want to celebrate you. Please let me, just for today?" Katie asks, her voice almost pleading as she rifles through your shared dresser. If you weren't so annoyed by the prospect of plans, you would've commented on how pretty she sounds begging.

"Katie."

"Yes, peach?" she smirks, grabbing some jeans and a shirt and laying them on the bed before crawling over you. She takes her thumb, wiping some of the icing off your bottom lip before sucking the tip of her thumb and then kissing you softly. Your eyes struggle to open as she pulls away from your lips, lost in the taste of her.

"Don't start with that," you groan softly, finally opening your eyes and staring into her own. She chuckles softly, knowing how the nickname gets you riled up.

"I just don't get what the big deal is; it's just a birthday..." you start again, causing Katie to roll her eyes. "Fine, fine, it's not your birthday, it's just- it's just "you day," okay? So I'm gonna celebrate you, that okay with you?" they say softly, rubbing your cheeks cockily.

"Whatever," you mumble, fighting a smile as her lips move down your neck.

An hour later, you're both dressed heading out to breakfast. Katie's hand rests on your thigh as she drives to breakfast, the weather warm and sunny. You listen to the new gayotic episode while stuck in LA traffic that they recorded with Julien, turning to Katie every time you laugh at something your girlfriend or friends say. After parking, you walk into the restaurant hand in hand, your eyes immediately drawn to a large table; your friends and their partners sit, yelling, "surprise."

Your jaw drops, Kelli the first to greet you with a sneaky smile, holding a sash and a birthday headband. "Don't be mad at meeeee," she whispers before putting them on you and squeezing you tightly. Katie smiles at you, eyes shining with gratefulness as she greets Phoebe, before pulling your chair out for you. You sit across from Naomi and Lucy, Julien to the right of Lucy. You're squished between Kelli and Katie, Jo next to her girlfriend, Phoebe next to Katie, as your other friends and their partners are sitting sporadically in no real order. You fight back tears, overwhelmed but grateful. Ally squeezes your shoulders gently, kissing your cheek sweetly before putting a bag of cards and small gifts on your chair. "Happy not birthday," she says cheesily before returning to her seat next to Naomi.

After breakfast and many pictures, you and Katie head to the beach. Taking the long way, she holds your hand as she takes you the scenic route, letting you lean against the window, the breeze and sunlight hitting your face. You moved in with her several months ago and she'd been meaning to take you on a drive but with tour and the podcast, she's thankful she got you out on your birthday.

Katie sets out a blanket, leaning back against her tote bag, your head laying in her lap as you rest your eyes, her hands running through your hair gently, fingertips tracing the curves of your face. She lets you nap for a while before you both grab dinner and then head home.

You lay on the couch, your cat napping in your neck while Katie plates up your takeout. You think over today, how resistant you were to Katies eagerness to spoil you and celebrate you. The waterworks come before you can stop them. The anxiousness creeps in, getting older, the pressure of a perfect day, and unwavering attention are all things that overwhelm you. Or maybe its the opposite, it's knowing you oppose your birthday so you can't be let down. If your expectations are low enough, when people inevitably forget or plans change you can't be disappointed...right?

"Hey, hey," Katie says, crouching down next to the couch. You hadn't even noticed that she entered the room, the tears falling fast and heavy. "What's wrong, angel?" Katie asked, instantly nervous. You seemed to have a good day. They're mulling over everything they've said, thinking about where she went wrong with the minimal activities, the ones she knew you'd enjoy.

"I'm fine," you try to reassure, wiping your eyes quickly, brushing your cat's wet fur as you stare at her, giggling softly to try and wipe the concerned look off her face. "Really Katie, I'm- I'm good," you say, trying to sit up.

"Baby, don't lie. Was today too much?" Katie asks, sitting on the edge of the couch.

"No, no, I swear it was perfect I just- I'm overwhelmed, I had the best birthday that I've ever had I just don't know why I'm crying," you laugh, wiping more tears away.

Katie smiles sadly, giggling with you as she rubs your cheeks. "I'd like to make every birthday like today if you'd let me, darling,'' they say sweetly.

"Really?"

"For sure, if you'd let me," she says, her hand sliding down to interlock with yours.

"I'd like that... can we- do the beach again next year?" you ask softly,

"Yeah, baby, we can do it every year if you want," she laughs gently. "Now scooch, wanna eat and then hold you, that okay?"

"Mhm".

G's notes (again): guys im rusty lol

#muna x reader #katie gavin x reader #katie gavin mini fic #katie gavin x soft!gf #this one is personal #i love birthdays but i cry on my birthday hehe #anyway this is for my fave #happy birthday baby<3

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pariahsparadise · 2 years

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stay | w. b.

nav. | m.list

request: could you write any fluff with will byers hehe

word count: 0.8k

author’s note: absolutely i can. but it will definitely have undertones of angst lolol. i wrote this really fast and it's so short, i'm sorry. i finished vol 1. the day it came out so stranger things has totally infested my mind. dw tho, THIS FIC DOES NOT HAVE STRANGER THINGS 4 SPOILERS!

pairings: will byers x gn!reader

warnings: uh will has a nightmare? not proofread. it's angsty but mostly fluff. i think

The gasps were what roused you from your spot on the floor.

You sat up straight, heart beating wildly at the sound of a distant scream, but one you managed to place immediately. Will. It took a beat for you to adjust to your surroundings before you remembered that you were in California, visiting your friend. Currently, you were in the Byers’ living room, sleeping on a mattress because you refused to let Will give up his own bed.

Stumbling to your feet, you tried to make your way towards his room, the lack of light confusing you even more, as you were already in an unfamiliar setting, but you found your way there. Groping around for the door handle, you pushed the door open and walked in.

Your heart stuttered at the sight in front of you, Byers caught in a state between sleep and consciousness, thrashing around in his own bed. His blanket was strewn on the floor, his legs flinching in a way that told you that he must have kicked it off. His breaths were unnaturally fast and his eyelids fluttered, each twitch dragging a cut along your own heart. Dropping to your knees at the side of his head, you reached for his shoulders, gently but firmly shaking him awake.

“Will, hey, Will? Wake up, it’s just a nightmare, wake up please.” You shook him harder and he startled, hands shooting out to grab a hold of you. His eyes wild and distraught, they ran over your face a few times before recognition kicked in, and his grip on you relaxed. His shoulders still shuddering, he half dragged you onto the bed, and you let him drape your frame over his, his head finding solace in the place where your shoulder met your neck.

You could feel his warm breaths against your skin, still oddly paced, so you moved your hand to smooth over his back soothingly. “It was just a nightmare,” you reassured Will softly, thumb tracing circles over his nightshirt, “You’re safe now.”

“Right,” he murmured into your skin, and you shifted a little so your legs tangled together. Normally, the proximity between you two would have you blushing, but the only thing mattered to you at the moment was the welfare of your friend.

You kept murmuring kind affirmations to Will, some of which you weren’t sure were exactly true, but you wished you could make them so. The two of you lapsed into a quiet, uneasy silence, before you broke it, having to say something.

“You didn’t tell me you were still having nightmares.”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” Will said, pulling away from your neck so his words were clear. You couldn’t help but yearn for him to return, to feel the accidental brush of his hot lips on your skin when he spoke, but there was no time for that right now.

“So you lied?”

“I didn’t lie, exactly-”

“It was a lie by omission and you know it, Byers.”

He sighed quietly, the pads of his fingers gently sweeping from your shoulder to your hand, the movement rendering you speechless. What were you even talking about, again?

“I’m sorry,” you distantly heard Will say, but you couldn’t focus on it, because his treacherous, tantalising hand was making its journey back up your arm.

In that moment, you wanted nothing more than to kiss him.

The thought freaked you out, and you scrambled out of his arms, feet finding the awaiting cold floor with a grimace.

“Right, okay, I forgive you,” you stumbled over the words, hating yourself, because how could you even think about making a move on your friend, especially after an episode of such emotional distress? It was a manipulative, nasty thing to even consider, and you wanted to get out of his sight, “I’m going to go back to bed, then. Sorry.”

“Wait, no, what?” You heard a rustle, and then felt Will’s hand on your wrist, holding you back. “Stay, please.”

You shook your head no, and Will’s frown deepened, his hand tugging you gently to the bed again. “Stay,” he repeated, firmer this time.

Your mind raced through potential excuses, settling on the first one that seemed most plausible. “Joyce,” you blurted, “Joyce wouldn’t be okay with us sharing the bed. Right?”

“Nonsense,” Will shot you down immediately, “She actually hates that you’re sleeping on the floor, makes her feel bad. She’d be fine. Unless,” he said, and you could see the anxiety growing in his eyes, “Unless it’s you who wouldn’t be fine with sharing. I’m sorry, you can go. I’m sorry I woke you up, it-”

“It wasn’t your fault,” you spoke up immediately, “So quit apologising. It’s fine, really.”

“So you’ll stay, then?” he said, flashing you a small smile, and just like that, you were a goner.

“Yeah,” you said quietly, imprinting the image of his growing smile into your brain, “Yeah, I’ll stay.”

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athousandbyeol · 9 months

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discussion #11 (only friends): is mew an outcast in the friend group? is it an intentional tactic by the directors/scriptwriters to make mew "less attractive"?

i think, from episode 1 to episode 3, we aren't seeing much of mew because it's intentional.

he's always at the furthest side of the shot, not really in the spotlight (except in scenes shared with top and close-up shots of himself alone). the clothes he wears aren't exactly trendy or fleshy. those glasses. he looks... boring. ordinary. nothing exciting about mew.

(i just have to put this picture because he's as precious as he can be <'3)

(well, hello there, mew.)

i think the directors and scriptwriters intentionally make mew look/feel like an outcast in this messy friend group so that we'll grow suspicious of him. mew is 'hidden' because he has yet unleashed the 'other side' of his. because i think we might have questions now; is he really all this? is that even possible?

side note: even p'force said mew is the flirty/cunning one in this relationship. he knows a lot of things, but i assume he chooses not to let people know because it isn't of importance to mew. he just wants to have fun sometimes and get that degree. that's all. but is that really it?

i see so many people are having strong opinions about mew, but saying mew is boring is where i believe this is somewhat true. i think many of only friends watchers took the bait— mew is so boring— they [topmew] aren't progressing anywhere— what are they even doing? it's so interesting to witness so much disparity when it comes to topmew. some like their story. some hate them. but as someone who enjoys every plotline in the drama, i can only say the six of them revolve around each other. the story won't progress if one character/a couple is pulled out from the circle. all of them are equally important. some relationships progress faster than the other. it's in sync with the build-up of the story (do refer freytag's pyramid to get a better idea of how a story is constructed), and the growth of the characters. they depend on each other. so, like it or not, the six of them co-exist. it can't be five people or only two pairs. it must be six and three pairs to make only friends work.

i regress.

moreover, i guess, p'jojo and p'ninew want us to implant this idea of mew in mind— just a normal person. i think, in that way, it creates tension, suspense and speculation. i think most of topmew enjoyers see this gradual growth of mew's character. as top has grown out of his confident persona little by little (mostly when he's with mew, top shows more of his vulnerable and child-like personality; the smile top gives mew during the silent disco scene was so pure and innocent. it made top look like a kid again; that lost kid in the fire), mew's other side of the coin is waiting to set sail. this excites me very much. because we clearly don't know who on earth mew is. and i'm taking this opportunity to applaud p'book again. he's doing a fantastic job as mew. kudos to him.

additionally, i have a question, don't you think it's a bit off that mew is friends with 1) ray, an alcoholic (i apologise if this term is degrading), 2) boston, a sexually-active person, and 3) chueam, the party-goer (i don't have anything negative to say about her, hehe). mew— a nerd, who likes partying but is still pretty much an average university student— how did he end up in this group? i just find it a bit weird. a bit out of place. he feels like an oddball in this friend group. it's like he doesn't belong here. and that itself is very intriguing.

i have a feeling mew's transformation will shock everyone, and he might be the core of everyone's heartbreak/headache (with nick being the second/main destroyer). i'm excited to see mewnick's revenge arc unfold because both of them will approach their battles differently; nick is going to be more emotionally driven, while mew is strategic and perhaps, heartless.

thus, i think the directors/scriptwriters have succeded in making us view mew as just... a person. nothing special. dull and one-dimensional. but this is just so thrilling to me as i believe (way before the series aired) mew is so much more than what we think he is, and i can't wait to see that mew. :)

//p.s. i don't know what this is honestly so i apologise for even writing this post...

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I'd be smooching him so many times he becomes a little firework show hehe Daily Hobie HC! I bet Hobie's an absolute menace at the beach...but honestly it's so much fun with him around. First few times you try to enter the ocean, he'll pull you back into his arms, holding you by your waist with an overdramatic pout that he doesn't want you to die by drowning.. Eventually, you feel the cool water splash against your skin as you run in after him. Venturing deeper into the waters, all of a sudden everything seems way too peaceful. Fortunately, and unfortunately, your peace is disturbed once you feel lanky fingers wrap around your ankle, pulling you down underneath the surface. Holding your breath, you see Hobie's face, illuminated by the sun's light breaking underneath the crashing waves. He pulls you in closer, admiring the way you look like you. Like his love. Pressing his lips against yours tightly in a kiss, he takes your breath away (quite literally) before pulling away and swimming up to the surface, laughing as soon as he can breathe. You follow right afterwards, laughing with him while gasping for air. You knew he couldn't help himself, but a warning would've been nice. Either way, underneath the waves is much more calmer than up top, so there's no down you both ducked underneath the waves every time one rolled up. After swimming for a while, you both return to the shallows, looking as the waves washed up different shapes and colors of shells. Hobie had managed to find one that was the color of your eyes, keeping it for himself to remember this day. With getting some fish and chips as well, you get to experience the hilarious wonder of 'Hobie VS seagulls' as he tries to eat his chips in peace while shooing off a few gulls that try to steal his food. While your back is turned though, he'll probably feed a few of your chips to the seagulls, just as payback for you laughing at him.. Maybe he'll pick one up and hold it out to you with the straightest, blank face ever, while you're flabbergasted trying to figure out how in god's name did he manage to grab a seagull (It's the spidey senses) Also I just wanna say the seagull-grabbing thing is true..I've grabbed one myself, as well as seen other people just pick up seagulls just to try move the birds away from their food lol Australian beaches are very amusing -🐦‍⬛

Yeees to personal fireworks show (double points for more smooches)

DAILY HOBIE HC YIPEE!! (Beach episode edition!)

That's IWNSBSJWJJSJSJKAKWJAIN I WANNA GO TO THE BEACH NOW 😭 PREFERABLY WITH A CERTAIN PUNK SPIDER MAN

This is bdas! hobie and r after chap 15 having a time of their lives in their little island 🥰🥰🥰

Hunting for seashells with him 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

THE SEAGULLS!!!! HAHHAHAHAHHAHHAA I CAN IMAGINE HIM JUST LETTING THEM GET THEIR HIM THEN HE STRIKES BACK BY GRABBING ONE LIGHTNING FAST!!

Lmaooo I would love to see someone just grab a seagull all nonchalantly 🤣

#ask answered #chatting with lovelies #hobie thoughts #hobie headcanons #🫶🫶🫶#🐦‍⬛ anon #ly #This is so cute 🥺

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fetchingfletchling · 1 month

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basking in your glow

suburban legends, chapter ii

Heya! I didn't expect to actually finish chapter 2 today, but here we are wheee. My initial idea for this was a bit more kinky, with them having sex while Sunday's on the phone, but somehow it just went in this more fluffy direction. I'll probably recycle that idea for a different chapter. ^^

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pairing: sunday(hsr)/female!reader

tags: cockwarming, unprotected p in v sex, established relationship, light age regression on reader's part, fluff, cuddling, creampie, soft daddy dom!Sunday, daddy kink, lots of pet names, oral (m receiving), orgasm delay/edging, short mention of childhood abuse/bad parenting, reader feels a bit insecure and Sunday reassures her, squirting

summary: sunday is working from home and you decide to try out cockwarming.

notes: this is a modern au, not set in the hsr universe but rather on earth as we know it. So no aeons and stuff. this story will be published in an episodic format, meaning the chapters, though connected, can be read as stand alone one-shots.

words: 2.6k ao3 mirror here

”How’s work going, honey?” You chirp from behind the kitchen window that separates this space from the living room.

You’re currently busy fixing some snacks for you and your husband, who is seated on the couch, staring holes into his work laptop. He seems bored out of his mind and has to hold up his weary head with one hand that’s resting on the sofa’s back.

Sunday looks up from the screen to meet your gaze, so fixated on it that his reaction time lags behind as if it took him a second to process your words.

“O-oh, sorry.” He sits up straighter and rolls his neck and shoulders a few times, wincing as he notices how hard and tight the area feels. “It’s just an e-mail kind of day. So nothing too stressful, just kind of tedious, y’know,” he finally answers you with a soft sigh. “Way too many of these are questions that are literally answered on our FAQ page…” he mutters.

"Well, in that case, it’s surely alright if you take a little break to reset, no?” You posit, tiptoeing over to him as you balance a large silver tray.

You bend down across from him to set down the thing, intentionally giving him a view of your cleavage that is being hugged nicely by the sundress you’re donning.

You’re equally eager to show off the array of snacks and refreshments you lovingly arranged. There’s some homemade lemonade and water, so icy that you had to set the glasses on a little dish to preven the droplets from drowning the crackers, veggies, cheese and fruits you laid out on the tray.

“Wow, thank you darling.” Sunday perks up at the gesture, voicing his appreciation as he always does. Even after all this time together, he never takes your love and efforts for granted, and neither do you.

He puts down his laptop and sets it on the low table. “It looks too good, how can I not take you up on that offer,” he purrs all the while grabbing you by the waist to pull you down on his lap.

“Hehe,” you giggle. You press a tender kiss to his cheek, then adjust your position so you can reach out for one of the glasses and a handful of grapes. You hand the glass to your husband and encourage him to drink up, noting how you haven’t seen him hydrate for the past half hour.

“Thanks, darling,” he says again, making sure to empty the glass before putting it down.

“Good, good.” You playfully bring a hand up to pat his fluffy hair. “I’m sure you must be hungry too, here.” You pluck a grape and bring it to his mouth. He envelops it with his lips and brushes against your fingertips in the process, causing a shiver to run down your spine. Gosh, he looks so fine right now, with his sleeves rolled up and shirt collar undone.

You’ve been in a more submissive, kind of needy mood all morning and have been watching the clock like a hawk in hopes that it’ll somehow speed up time and make Sunday wrap up work for the day.

But unfortunately it’s still only two o’clock. He probably won’t finish up for another three hours, but you’re glad he agreed to take a little break. At least you get to watch him as you catch up on housework or fill your time with hobbies, on days when he works from home, so you’re grateful for that.

And sometimes, on days like these, when he’s having a slow day, he’ll even indulge you and get frisky for a bit. So, you’re hoping that’ll apply to today as well.

But first you should let him catch an actual break and replenish his stamina. You’re a little hungry yourself and lean down to pick up some more food for him and you to enjoy.

The two of you stay like this for a good ten minutes, just enjoying each others presence and the earth’s bounty.

Tentatively you decide to broach the topic you’d been meaning to.

“Hey, Sunday…” You start, looking up at him from where you’re resting your head on his shoulder, legs still draped over his lap as he kneads soft circles into your thighs.

“Yes, angel?” he beckons.

“I was wondering if… if we could try that thing today? Since it’s a slow day ‘n all…” you ask in your sweetest lilt, the same one you used to test the waters with your moody parents when you needed them to do something they didn’t want to. Which, really, included almost anything relating to you.

Normally you’re the more assertive one when it comes to the sexual aspect of your relationship, but some days you feel like you’re back to being a shy little girl who gets rejected and chastised for any request she makes. And today happens to be one of those days. They’ve drastically decreased since you started seeing Sunday, but what goes up must come down sometimes, you suppose.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, bringing one hand up to cradle your face and tilt your head up to meet his gaze. His gentle, loving, adoring gaze. “Why so shy today? There’s lotsa things you brought up recently so I need you to use your words, okay?”

You nod, eyes already starting to glaze over. “I guess I’m just a lil’ worried that you’ll be mad at me for bringing it up while you’re busy. That you’ll think ‘m too needy…” You pout, causing your words to come out more slurred.

“Know you wouldn’t, but still can’t shake the fear,” you sigh.

Before saying anything he leans down to place a tender kiss to your lips. “Baby… I’m sorry it’s that kind of day for you. Promise I won’t be mad.” He extends his pinky, silently inviting you to do the same and pinky promises you, causing you to loosen up and giggle.

“Alright, I’ll spill.” You sit up straight, exuding an aura of determination. “I wanna… sit on your lap while you keep doing what you need to. But naked. And you’re also naked. At least down there.”

“So that’s what my baby wants. Cockwarming, is it?” Sunday hums, and goes to pet your hair with one hand.

You nod fervently.

“Alright,” he chuckles, also sitting up straighter, “let’s get you out of these then, hm?” His other hand snakes up your thighs, encroaching on your clothed pussy. The hem of your dress rises up along with his hand, and he hooks your panties, now bringing his other hand down to make pulling them down easier. He slides them down all the way, but lets them stay hooked around one ankle, for no reason other than that he enjoys the sight.

And as if on cue, you can already feel him harden through his pants. You stare at the tent with glassy eyes as you reach out to rub your hand over it, again and again and again.

“Hmm baby,” he groans, bucking up into your touch.

However, Sunday only lets you pleasure him for a second longer before he grabs your wrist to still your ministrations. “You’re gonna make me cum too soon if you keep that up,” he laughs.

He lifts you off his lap to stand up and pull down his own pants and underwear, letting them fall to a pile on the floor.

The sight of his stiff member springing free has you in a trance, mouth watering already. You’re tempted to put your mouth on him instead, but your pussy is even needier for it.

As soon as he sits back down you’re already scrambling your way over to his lap, eager to straddle it. He leans back against the cushions and brings his hands to your hips, guiding you up and down along his cock to slick it up.

It makes you whimper. “Ah- Sunday!”

“Shh, shh. Don’t mean to tease you angel, but it won’t be comfortable for you if I don’t do this,” he justifies, and repeats the motion a few more times before finally letting you line your hole up with his tip.

Greedily you sink down, taking him inch by inch, wiggling your hips ever so slightly. You squeeze your eyes shut, focusing entirely on the sensation of him filling you to the brim.

Finally you arrive at the base, your bum relaxing on his thighs. He wraps his arms around your back to draw you in closer and lands a fiery kiss on your lips. You relax into it with a moan and can’t resist poking your tongue out, asking him to do the same.

He humors you and deepens the kiss, letting you enter his mouth and feel it out with your own tongue. You’re so turned on you can’t help that you’re rutting down, trying to get some friction on your clit.

“Mhmm, wait–“ Sunday pants and breaks the kiss. “Thought you wanted to sit on my lap all still and pretty, baby? Not gonna happen if you keep that up, y’know?” He tries to still your movement, stroking your back to calm you down.

“Hnngg I know…” you pant. “Sorry daddy. Was my idea, so I should stay true to my word.”

“That’s my good girl. Promise I’ll be done in two hours, then I’ll make you cum as much as you want, yeah?”

You nod. “Uh-huh.”

Sunday leans forward to pick up his laptop and plops it down to his right. He starts scrolling with one hand, the other still situated on your back as it rubs small circles into the flesh.

You settle down, resting your head on his chest as you watch him through half-lidded eyes. The way he tends to his work as if you weren’t right here, sitting on his cock, gets you all horned up. You hope he’ll be just as riled up by the end and takes you on the sofa.

Two hours pass much faster than you thought. Admittedly, you got up for a toilet break once and snacked on the food that’s just within reach, but still. Just cuddling with Sunday and watching him do his thing brings you immense satisfaction. He always compares you to a cat, with how much you love to just be in the same room as him and observe.

Finally, Sunday stretches his arms and rolls his neck, clueing you in on the fact that he’s about to call it quits for the day. Your pussy clenches on instinct, preparing for the promised release.

“Alright baby, that’s it for today,” he declares as he shuts off the small device and turns to look at you. “You did so well for me. So patient.” He purrs, leaning down to bury his nose in your hair.

“Hmm. Love you, daddy.” The words come tumbling out of your mouth as you’re feeling completely lovedrunk after basking in his embrace for so long.

“Love you too, bunny.” He pulls back to lock eyes with you. “Are you ready to cash in your reward?”

“Yes please,” you plead, stifling a moan.

Being pent up himself, he doesn’t let you tell him twice and begins to rock his pelvis up and down, tentatively.

“Let me take care of you, yeah? Just lean back and relax.” He gets up to swap positions with you, letting you lean against the cushions as he hovers above you. You wrap your legs around his waist eagerly, pulling him taut.

Your eyes roll back and your mouth goes to form an ‘O’ as he pistons into you, hitting that sweet, spongey spot at this angle. The sensation is heightened as you’re incredibly wet and sensitive from being stretched around him for so long. You don't think sex has ever felt this intense before.

“A-ah! Sundayyy!” you scream, clawing at his back to ground yourself. “F-feels different, feel like I gotta p-pEEE!” You go cross-eyed, mouth opening in a silent scream as you abruptly topple over the edge and spasm around him.

He stills to watch you come undone and make sure not to hurt you in your sensitive state. “Everything alright, angel?”

You pant and wheeze several times, trying to introduce air back into your lungs, before you answer. “Y-yeah. Oof.” Your chest is still heaving.

You crane your neck up to look at him, loosening your grip on his shoulderblades. “I thin- think I just squirted?” You quirk an eyebrow and let your eyes wander down to where you’re still connected to him. The bottom of Sunday’s shirt is a much darker shade than the rest, completely soaked by your fluids and you can’t help but let out a loud, pornographic moan at the sight. It’s too erotic.

He cups your cheek softly and once again gazes at you with tender admiration. “That’s my girl. That was so hot, I need to see you do that again,” he purrs as he leans in to give your forehead a kiss.

Your chest swells for a second, before you remember that he hasn’t finished yet. Your eyebrows scrunch together and you shake your hips, trying to egg him on. “Sunday…” You pout. “You didn’t cum yet.”

“Mmm I know. Didn’t want to overstimulate you.” He smiles.

“Well, I want you to continue.”

“Alright. You’re ready to go then?”

“Uh-huh.” You nod.

With that, Sunday draws his hips back, unsheathing his dick almost completely before rocking back into you and setting a steady pace.

You’re not expecting to orgasm again and you don’t need to as this is about him now. And yet, another coil starts to form in your belly, bringing you close to a second high.

“Oh god, baby I’m almost there.” He huffs. “Where do you want me?” Sunday asks, trying to slow down his pace so he doesn’t spill inside of you prematurely.

“Inside!” you cry out immediately. “Need you inside, Sunday!”

“Fffuck!” he stammers and stills, pelvis pressed flush against yours. His arms wobble and he lets some of his upper body weight come down on you, still careful not to hurt you.

You hug him close to you, his chest pressing down on yours, and run your hands through his hair as the sensation of his spend flooding your womb makes you come undone for the second time.

He pushes himself back up, pulling out slowly. Both of you wince, still sensitive.

“Hmm. That was so good,” you purr, satisfaction making its home on your face.

“Yeah,” Sunday pants. “We should do this more often,” he suggests.

You sit up on your knees, leaning closer into his crotch. You’re at eye level with his dick, watching it gradually soften and drip with a mix of your fluids. Your mouth waters at the sight and you can’t help yourself.

You lean forward to tongue at it, lapping up the spend carefully. “Hmm,” you hum.

Once you’re satsified you pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You try to stand up but almost topple over and reach for Sundays arms to hold yourself up.

“Easy,” he murmurs and promptly lifts you up bridal-style. “Let me carry you, yeah? Let’s take a relaxing bath,” he suggests, but doesn’t actually stop to get your opinion on it. He heads up the stairs, going straight for the bathroom, and sits you down on the edge of the tub as he draws water for your joint bath.

“Hmm,” you hum, kicking your feet blissfully and rocking your neck from side to side as you still bask in the afterglow.

You’re looking forward to spending the rest of the evening just relaxing with your husband. Perhaps you’ll have takeout tonight, you decide on a whim.

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Happy Weekend everyone :) Whew we are almost halfway through s3 already it's crazy. I love how when we get little content the previous ep the next one has loads. This is Lucy’s first real foray into UC. Seeing that deeper Harper/Lucy bond. Tim’s freak out and protectiveness. Such a good one for so many reasons. So many more gifs I wanted to use but sadly Tumblr keeps me to 30. They need to up that ha Oh well let’s get this started.

3x06 Revelations

Our ep starts out with Tamara and Lucy. Lucy making sure she gets at least one good dinner for the week. I just love their relationship so much. Tamara was such a good addition to the show. Adding some extra depth for Lucy. She is an excellent pseudo mom to her. Tamara asks if she can interview Lucy for a paper for school. Has to do with women in male dominated fields.

Lucy is adorable in her reply saying she's honored she’s asking her. How far these two have come. Lucy says she should be off early tomorrow. Let's Tamara know she’s just doing site security with Tim. It’s for the CCOA. Basically a convention for UC cops. I did love her saying ‘My Sergeant’ when explaining her work plans tomorrow. Made me happy. Yes he is. In more ways than one. Heh

We first join our lovely duo running security checks at the entrance. Lucy asking if Tim does this every year? Tim tells her no but he went with Isabel once to this. Look our boy bringing up Isabel casually. Being the one to and not have it bring him down. I'm so proud of him. Doesn’t phase him like it used to. Not only that but he’s cracking jokes over here.

Saying he just worked on his tan while Isabel attended seminars haha Replying to her question about what they teach here with sass. Tim tells her he has no idea but he's clearly having fun with his reply. Lucy still isn’t used to his sassy side. Her reaction above says it all. You did this lady hehe Enjoy the fruits of your labor madam.

Their lighthearted moment is interrupted by an old friend of Tim’s. He drives up like a bat out of hell. Tim is excited to see him (at first...) Tim is in such a good mood when he rolls up. Just outside cracking jokes with his girl having a good time. Even introduces Lucy (by her first name BTW) to his friend proudly. Shortly after their reunion Tim realizes the girl in the car is not his wife….

She blatantly hits on him calling him pretty. I mean he is. Look at the man. I’ve said before he is sex on stick. Mack notes he only gets prettier with age. He's not wrong...it’s true. Loved Eric since his DOOL days. Was in love with him then as a teenager and even more so now ha So that is accurate. Aged like a fine ass wine. *chef kiss*

Tim pulls Mack aside and wants to talk. Lets him know if he wants to run around on his wife that's his business. But he looks high as a kite. I love the way Lucy watches the interaction. Already in protect Tim emotionally mode. Mack tells him it's just oxy. He got hurt on the job month ago and the pain is a bear.

He takes off before Tim can say more and the look of worry on Lucy's face only increases. She can tell Tim is shook up about seeing his old friend this way. It’s affecting him more than he would like. I think he must’ve been in the academy with Tim. To watch someone you used to be close fall from grace is never easy to watch. Especially when it's so closely related to what Isabel was like.

Lucy spies on Harper giving a lecture to potential female UC’s in the making. You can see her interest is piqued. Harper even spots her before she shuts the door. Cracks me up the way she jumps when Tim catches her. I always love me some arm crossed disapproving Tim. Mmm. gimme. His emotions are written all over his face. They honestly color his attitude for almost the entirety of this episode. He’s not upset she snuck a peak. He’s upset she’s interested in UC. The way he looks back that that sign says it all. A sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach has settled and its not going anywhere.

This next scene we start to see Tim’s demons about UC surface a little. That good mood of his is long gone. He immediately confronts her about it. Asking her if she was spying in on seminars? She can’t lie to save her life when he looks at her. She adorably replies maybe…She's so excited by the prospect of UC she isn’t picking up on the stress Tim is throwing down in this scene.

He chews her out a little for spying and why it was wrong. I think we all know this has zero to do with the spying. That it 100 percent has to do with the subject matter that’s peaked her interest. He is trying to cut this off at the pass. He is not remotely excited about her being interested in UC at all..

We return to our couple reporting to Mack’s room. His wife Beth is banging on the door. His mistress won’t let her in. Tim doesn't have time for this and kicks the door down. Oh my. He runs inside and sees Mack has OD’d. Lucy goes and gets the Narcan to revive him. Mack comes to and is begging his wife to stay. He is so very out of it. His wife storms off saying she can’t do this anymore. Ugh poor Tim. The look he shares with Lucy kills me. The pre-tears and all. The fact that he's upset and looks back at her for support. My heart. This was not how he envisioned spending this day. It was supposed to be an easy security site job that turned into so much more.

Tim rejoins Mack at the hospital. He is so very angry with him. His pre-tears are killing me in these scenes with Mack. Poor Tim this ep is bringing up a lot of demons for him. Ones he truly thought he was putting behind him. Not just UC ones either. Telling Mack he’s not making the same mistakes he did with Isabel. Tim has made major strides when it comes to her but those scars still linger. They’re not gone and probably never will be fully. I’m sure he still tortures himself about his inaction with her. He won't do that again. To Tim this is a way to make up for that. Atone for that sin.

Lucy is leaving for the day when she spots Harper waiting at her car. Now I said when Harper joined the show how excited I was. That her and Lucy’s relationship was one of those reasons. These are the moments that I love so much. Harper is straight with her and says 'You know we’re gonna have to talk about it right?' Clearly referring to her sneaking a peak.

Lucy thinks Harper is there to scold here just like Tim did. The beautiful thing about this scene is she doesn’t. Nyla encourages and supports her UC aspirations. This is where she becomes her UC mentee really. After Lucy explains why she peaked in Harper can’t help but want to help Lucy with this.

Can sense her genuine excitement about it. Even agrees to drinks to talk about it. Hell it’s her idea how far we’ve come ❤️ Lucy postpones her interview with Tamara to go out with Nyla. Harper then gets a distress call from one of her old UC contacts. Asks if Lucy wants to come instead of a rain check on drinks? She jumps on this offer immediately. Wanting to see first hand what an operation is like.

Harper sends Lucy into the bar solo while she spots the tail on her friend. Lucy looks so amped to prove herself. She finds June or ‘Coco’ as she’s known right now at the bar. Sato joins the table immediately after Lucy does. Obviously he is the tail June has been worried about. The balls on Lucy in this moment. If Tim could see her right now he would have a friggin heart attack. Lucy throws a damn drink in his face.

She covers her ass so well and pretends she’s the chemist. Really smart move on her end. Even though he buys Lucy’s story Sato and his guard make them both move outdoors. Harper is waiting in the wings like the BAMF she is. Takes out Sato’s guard easily. Harper tells Coco there’s a tracker on her car. They must be cops. Sato is now the one in trouble saying they’re not. Salonga his boss just wanted them surveilled.

Coco up's the price for pissing them off. He tells them if they do the price hike Lucy better be at the buy. Harper tries to shield Lucy. Telling them she doesn’t go on buys. Lucy jumps in and says she’ll go. That she's already spent her share in her head. Shocking both Harper and June. If Tim could see this he would be losing his damn mind. Well he will later on….

Crazy how good she is at this right away. Harper notices the immediate potential in her. They tell her she better bone up on chemistry. She beams like the nerd we all know and love. Says she got straight A’s in chemistry in high school. Of course you did haha Lucy gets so caught up in the moment she forgets she was supposed to do the report with Tamara. Oops.

Tim comes to Grey’s office about his report on Mack. Wade is asking him if he’s sure he wants to do it this way? Tim so desperate to right the wrong he did with Isabel he doesn’t hesitate. Says it’s the right thing to do. That it’s what he should’ve done with Isabel in first place. He warns him he'll lose his pension. Tim continues on says its right thing to do. Grey doesn’t disagree. Wade then tells him Lucy will be occupied with a UC op today. He is none too pleased about this and quickly heads to roll call room.

Tim acting like a mad worried husband from here on out. He is SEETHING above. That determined strut and crossing of his arms. His whole demeanor screaming his discontent. Anger ready to spill over onto Harper. So very worried because Lucy has volunteered for a UC op and a very dangerous one at that. He doesn’t hide his stress in the least. Lucy has become such a fixture in his life at this point. To potentially risk losing her to a UC op like he did Isabel…He can't handle the idea of it. The rest of this scene reflects that.

His demons coming out to play extra hard in this one for him. Lucy looks so excited when she's asked to stand up. She's so ready to prove herself. She is just excited in general. Then she turns around and sees Tim’s disapproving stance and stare. She freezes immediately and instantly feels reprimanded. Looks back at him one more time and sees his body language hasn't changed. Tim is emanating anger and Lucy knows it. Whew lord. He’s ready to eat Harper.

Before we move on let's take a moment to enjoy the forearm porn we’re getting here in the gif above. Hot damn. Arms are crossed, biceps bulging and his forearms look toned as hell. Sweet baby James should be a crime to be this attractive. But let’s get back to the episode before I gawk at him any further LMAO

The very SECOND the meeting is over Tim is all over Harper. Pushes off the wall and storms toward her. He is ready to tear her a new one about allowing this. Let’s remember this episode has been VERY rough on Tim to this point. It’s like he’s being forced down memory lane in the worst way possible. With maximum PTSD. He started the ep casual, having fun with Lucy. Even bringing up Isabel at a UC convention without it bothering him. Then Mack showed up and dominoes started to fall and haven't stopped. This scene is his boiling point with good reason.

From Mack who’s his friend forcing him to relieve his trauma with Isabel. Having to make an ethical call about his career due to him becoming an addict. To Lucy going undercover which he feels she was roped into. She wasn’t but he’s not exactly thinking straight right now. It's what happens when our emotions drown us. The logical part of our brain disconnects and all that’s left is intense suffocating emotion. Lashing out trying to get some semblance of control.

We also need to remember the last time he was involved in a UC op Isabel was shot in the head. Almost died. His PTSD is crying out in his scene. Harper tries to calm Tim down by saying she volunteered, Grey approved it and she has the best backup she could possibly have. The thing is though no matter of logic is going to penetrate his panic right now. Tim telling Harper she’s using Lucy and he’s losing his mind over it. He felt Isabel was used in her OP and now those feelings are bleeding over into Lucy’s. He is showing all his cards emotionally in this scene. The sheer terror he feels over Lucy going under cover. He doesn't want to lose her to same thing.

I love the writers for tapping back into these issues of his. They don’t just go away. They tend to linger on for a long time. They’ve left deep scars on him. This shows how raw this nerve still is for Tim. Now to top his day off they’re throwing his person into the one thing he fears the most. Lucy has become the one constant in his life. This incredibly resilient sunshine person that has become so important to him. He can’t stand the thought of being hurt or worse. His fears from 2x19 echoing in this scene. About not being about to protect her. To losing her and him having no say in the result.

I don’t think Tim even understands why he’s reacting this way. Most of their relationship he is like this. Acts without understanding the why behind it. Only that it is a driving force for him. It's not until 4x22 he starts to understand why he acts the way he does with her. He only knows right now it’s instinctual and he can’t stop himself from letting it out.

Lucy looks absolutely crushed by the time he says his line about her being used. The look they share before before he walks away. It's crushing to say the least. We all know how badly she wants to impress him. For him to be proud of her and what she’s accomplished to even be in this OP. Tim has always had her back. Supported her and truly seen her as a person. Had unrelenting faith in her this entire time. To not have that in this moment is rocking her entire world.

I adore Nyla for how she helps Lucy after Tim hastily departs. She’s the best mentor Lucy could have. I love these moments between them. The way she tells her it’s Tim’s issues not her. (It’s true but also it being Lucy adds tons of fuel to the fire for him) Lucy feeling stupid for wanting him to be proud. Harper is so wonderful in validating how she is feeling.

Doesn’t shame her for wanting Tim’s approval. That he got her this far. It makes sense she would want that. Tells her there is NOTHING wrong with it. Such a good scene for them. Why I love their dynamic so much. Harper is so good for Lucy and her confidence building. She covers what Tim can't. What I love about it. These were the scenes I was so excited to get to once she was on the show for these reviews.

Tim and Nolan have joined the op to surveil overhead. No way in hell he wasn’t going to be apart of this. I'm sure after that scene with Harper no one was going to stand in his way. Also how else could obsessively keep his eye on her if he’s at the station? Hehe Nolan thinks he’s helping by comforting Tim in this scene. Sorry John you don’t know him like that and his replies show it.

He is gruff, deflects and is cocky in his replies. All things he does with those he’s not comfortable around. Only Lucy gets soft Tim. I will commend Nolan for having the balls to say anything though. The gall of Tim to say 'Who said I was worried?’ Uh only anyone who’s interacted with you since this whole thing started. LOL The way you bit off Harpers head in front of a room full of people. But sure love you’re not worried…

Eric is so amazing in this scene. His face says the opposite of 'not worried' His stiff body language encompassing all his immense worry. Side note let’s not ignore the amazing shots of his jawline in this scene. Could cut glass on that thing. All scruffy too mmm love it lick it like a lollipop. Ahem anyways...His continued annoyance with Nolan shows as the scene goes on.

Especially when he tells Tim about how Lucy can handle herself. Tim is VERY aware of how capable she is. It’s why he’s a little offended in his reply. He seems annoyed Nolan even mentions she can handle it. As if he's telling Tim this for the first time. Like he hasn't ridden with her pretty much every day for a year plus. He's watched her develop into who she is now. He knows dude. Nobody knows it better than Tim Bradford how damn capable she is ya schmuck...(Oops my Nolan annoyance is showing) It’s what shakes him the most with her interest in UC. That she’s going to excel at it and that scares the hell out of him.

He is playing the worried husband to the letter. Easy Tim your feelings are showing. Showing enough that John Nolan who is usually scared of you is commenting on it. John is doing it to comfort Tim which I respect. But for Tim when it's not Lucy he isn't as receptive. As I stated about earlier he is only going to deflect, be cocky and gruff in his replies. Hence his line above. Tim isn’t going to be able to relax or breathe till she’s on the other side of this. So until then he is going to ward off Nolan and his compassion by being self assured. That he trained her so he’s not “worried". Whatever gets you through love.

Lucy acts like a complete bad ass during the whole thing. No surprise. Gets pulled into the limo with the boss and holds her own. Even speaks Tagalog impressing Salonga even further. Writes out the formula and preserves the OP. Doesn’t take long before she’s released and they’re given the money. That’s when everyone swoops in and arrests everyone. I read in theflyingdutchwoman’s amazing analysis in their anatomy Of a scene series (if you haven't read her stuff I highly recommend it) about Tim bailing on his post during this section. I couldn’t agree more I have no doubt the minute she stepped into that limo his ass was off that rooftop immediately. Ready to go when she needed him.

Tim is in fierce protector mode until he reaches Lucy. Then breathes a sigh of relief. Morphing into soft Tim instantly. Only for her. He quietly asks her if she’s ok? That small set of words exposing EVERYTHING about how he’s feeling. The anxiety and how stressed he was till this moment. She nods fervently and his body continues to relax. What follows this is so sweet. Let’s admire the way he holds her cuffed hands.

How gentle he is with her as he escorts her to the shop. He could have put his hands on her arms or elbow like Nyla got with Nolan. But then Nolan isn’t in in love with Nyla…He legit held her hands all the way to the patrol car. I love it sfm. Like he needed to do this to ground himself after the adrenaline rush he just experienced. Proving to himself that she’s there. She’s safe and he can relax.

Then comes the more beautiful part of the scene and really the episode if you ask me. Lucy isn’t expecting anything from Tim in this moment. Last time she saw him was his outburst about her even doing this. Then in the most Tim Bradford-esc way he voices how very proud he is of her. By telling her ‘You did good.’ To anyone else might not mean much. Or seem like much. To Lucy Chen it means the entire world. She knows Tim’s hang ups with UC. The demons he had arise with this. She also knows he’s putting aside those feelings to let her know he’s proud of her. Which is HUGE.

Because at the end of the day this OP was about Lucy and building her confidence in this area. He wants her to know that and does so. She craves his approval and support so much. Let’s not forget she grew up in an emotionally abusive household as well. Parents who withheld praise and support for anything she did. Never proud her. (I know that life) It’s why Tim’s approval means so damn much to her.

Why she lives and strives for it. Tim has had nothing but unconditional faith and support in her since day one. When he blew up about her doing this she thought she had lost that. These three words restore that for her. I don’t think Tim even knew the depth of how much him being proud of her meant. Ugh these idiots. I love them and their slow burn sfm. To round out the scene I adore Nyla’s wink at the end. She is also so very proud of Lucy. Handled herself like a damn pro. I love her so much for the impact she has on Lucy it’s unreal.

Poor Tim (said this a lot but seriously this ep is hard on him) has the episode end pretty roughly for him. Beth comes to find him and rip him a new one. Tim tells her he can’t excuse the past. But this is now and he stands by what he did. It calls back to 3x04 when he was telling Lucy the same thing. That he can’t fix what he did then but would make sure it wouldn’t happen again.

This situation is proof of that. Doing for Mack what he should’ve done for Isabel. It’s awful to watch her tear him apart. But the right thing and the easy thing are rarely the same. Unfortunately this is very true for Tim in this instance. He ends this ep on a low note and I just wanna hug him.

For Lucy it ends better. She makes up the report for Tamara by providing not just herself but Nyla and June for her repot as well. It’s cute to watch Tamara absorb all their banter. I love Lucy’s speech here it’s so good. Praising the women next to her in a way Tamara is revering them all. It's perfect way to the ep for them both. Such a good one.

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Side notes-non chenford

I love the introduction of Silas. I think that’s it’s didn’t really care about Nolan’s classes SL tbh. But cool castle reunion.

Thank you always to those who like, reblog and comment. Make creating these reviews so worth it shall see you all in 3x07 :)

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Trigun Stampede Character Thoughts: Vash

I've been putting off this write-up since I finished the show if for no other reason than whenever I go to analyze this funky little dude my entire brain just stalls and goes

✨ Hi, Vash. Hi. :) ✨

...anyways.

Here's a quick collection of thoughts on him now that I am finally more coherent! The hardest part of this was trying to make something readable with the sheer amount of things I could say about him. Geez.

(Please note that I have only watched Trigun Stampede! As of this moment, I am starting the manga and have not seen 98 Trigun. I thought it might be interesting to compare and contrast once I've read the manga. Bear with me in the meantime!)

Right off the bat, the show introduces us to who Vash is as a character - a pacifistic gunman who, while incredibly skilled, avoids confrontation when at all possible. When Meryl accuses him of running away out of fear, it's pretty quickly made apparent that, while it is out of some semblance of fear, it is not fear for himself. Rather, his concerns lie with other people's well-being first and foremost.

Or, really, his concerns lie near completely with other people's well-being. What happens to him is of very little consequence if it means everyone else is okay.

I want to talk about three different things when it comes to Vash, namely:

His incredible skill and competence

His terrible self-image

His solidly held pacifistic convictions

Skill and Competence

Ohhhh ok. So, I can't really comment on exact positions or maneuvers (I used to do martial arts pretty extensively, but it's obviously not the same kind and I know absolutely nothing about guns or marksmanship sorry), but I can sure tell you that I loved the way the animators had Vash move in episode 1 right before he pulls out his gun for the first time. I wish I knew how to make gifs properly because I would totally make one of that part. Even before Roberto's line that "acting brave is foolish" and "he's not long for this world" had finished, I was already convinced of the exact opposite. As someone who's done martial arts. Guys. The way he moves here.

It's a three step movement - he steps to the right, then to the left in an almost meandering way, shifting his body weight as he goes, before he grounds himself in a wide stance. It's slow, fluid, and calculated - a distinct contrast from his often jerky, exaggerated motions that we saw earlier. God I wish I had a gif. I don't think I can simply explain how insane it makes me. The animators could've just had him approach directly or run up to it - a lot of the times, with action heroes, there's a lot of flashy motion or jumping around, etc., which looks cool but isn't exactly something to be role modelling in an actual fight lol. But here? In the next episode, Nebraska mockingly says "this isn't the ballet" with regards to the dodging and spinning Vash does, but a lot of his motions... really are dance-like. He's damn near effortlessly shifting his center of gravity while remaining fluid in motion and completely balanced. No novice moves like that. He clearly has a lot of experience. For me watching, Roberto's line was refuted before he even finished it.

...which of course makes it even funnier when he realizes he's out of bullets. Oh, buddy. You looked so cool for a second there. Hjhdfnv

Really though, pay attention to the way he moves while fighting or shooting. He's always well-grounded, and the more serious the situation, the more fluidly and less exaggeratedly he moves. It's so, so cool. I don't know if I've quite seen that kind of motion in animation before, especially cgi (though it is possible I just haven't seen enough too...hehe...).

The episode 12 fight too! Again, Vash is balanced, even as he's being knocked backwards. He falls correctly, and allows his body to move with the gun. All his motions are precise and fluid. Contrast that to Nai, who is, uh... totally unbalanced lmao.

And then the way he tucks before he jumps out the window! The animation actually convinced me of this guy's over 100 years of experience. I actually believe it.

What's nice is that Vash, too, is aware of his own skill. He moves with a lot of confidence, and he clearly has a great degree of trust in his own ability to fight and shoot without seriously harming anyone - not once does he show the slightest bit of doubt in his abilities. One might expect, given Vash's refusal to kill, that he might be worried about accidental injuries when in the middle of a gunfight - but he isn't. Ever. The only way I can interpret this is complete confidence in his own abilities, and he most likely trained hard to specifically ensure that this would never be a concern. The trope of "character who doesn't want to fight or hurt people turns out to be really insanely skilled/strong" is always cool and fun, but in this context it's really a neat take on it, since I feel it is only because he refuses to kill that he intentionally developed such god-tier level marksmanship - I am going to go out on a limb here and assume it is much easier to accidentally inflict serious injury with a gun than it is to actively avoid doing so lol. He probably worked at being a really good fighter and gunman specifically so he could avoid killing.

I also find it kind of refreshing that he never calls his skills into question, since that does tend to happen with characters who have a poor self-image or low esteem. Which, uh, takes me to the next point.

Self-Image

Yeah, Vash's self-image is kind of in the gutter. He places the blame for all the tragedies that follow him on himself, despite the fact that he always puts in his full effort to prevent them from happening.

The majority of this ties back to his feelings of culpability for the fall. I want to direct your attention to the scene where Vash is digging the tally marks into the wall in episode 8 - it can't possibly be the number of days that have passed since we see the transition of the sun only twice and Brad looks shocked when he sees the all the tallies (which he wouldn't be if they had been there for that many days). With the way Vash's tallies look a bit like crosses and the fact that he greeted the people in cryosleep on Ship 5 by name in the first episode, suffice to say, he is probably making a tally of all the people who didn't make it through the crash - people whose deaths he feels personally responsible for.

Really, I wouldn't consider Vash even remotely responsible for any of that - he had the access codes but like. Zero intent or knowledge of what Nai was about to do with them. Regardless, Vash carries the guilt from it in the way Nai won't, because in his mind, someone needs to take accountability. Also important to remember is that the only reason any human being still lives on No Man's Land is because of Rem's sacrifice. Vash needs to maintain his belief in the capacity for human kindness and his no-killing code, because if he doesn't, her sacrifice would be in vain. He keeps her values and beliefs alive. She's in everything he does. Even hollowed out and stripped of his memories and identity, the mass of roots and flowers that engulf July take on her likeness.

So, really, in addition to Vash just being a generally compassionate soul, his staunch pacifism is a refusal to betray her beliefs and let his mother figure die a second time. I need to fucking lie down.

With all this strain he puts on himself, it's really not surprising that when tragedy inevitably strikes, he is very hard on himself, and from what we've seen this actually manifests in a set of consistent self-punishing behaviours - I am of course referring to episode 3's "I don't deserve to cry" and his refusal to eat in episode 4 (despite apparently needing to, unlike Nai). This is very similar to what we see in episode 8 with him as a kid, where he goes somewhat blank (no crying, no anger, all his negativity directed inwards and at himself) and refusing all food except what little he needs to survive because "it's a waste".

The worst part of this though, to me, is that we see from certain throwaway bits ("one bullet is two slices of pizza/two dozen donuts!", his kid self's eagerness at the sight of the birthday cake and the spread of food, his first question on seeing the geranium being to wonder if it is edible) that he not only needs to eat but also seems to enjoy eating - so his refusal to eat is not only a denial of a basic necessity but also of one of the few things he genuinely likes that he will allow himself to partake in. In the context of Rem framing food as something to share with everyone, it also makes me wonder if his self-denial is something along the lines of "I don't deserve to share this with them". In that sense, it's really important that Luida echoes a similar sentiment as Rem (implying she wants to share this food/include him, and that some of Rem's views survive in these remaining people).

I do wonder if, because food is associated with sharing to him, that it has something to do with needing to "earn a place at the table" in a way. While I think Luida was trying her best to juggle a lot on Ship 3 behind the scenes after the fall and clearly didn't want to keep Vash locked up like that, the crew only started treating him better and trusting him after he found a way to help them. The unfortunate view that Vash receives then is: "I need to earn their trust by being helpful." Vash is a chronic people pleaser - I can't think of a single point where he does something solely for his own benefit. He has no desire to scare or harm anyone (quite the opposite!) so he goes out of his way to be as helpful and non-threatening as possible - hiding his true nature as a Plant (to such an extent that he doesn't know anything about his powers and has effectively sealed them away - he's practically human), masking his facial expressions by cleverly hiding his face or letting the light reflect off his glasses, trying to laugh off his competence as luck and his scars as embarrassing.

Is it because he doesn't want to scare people? Is it because he doesn't want to feel othered from them? It's hard to say. It's probably a bit of both.

Nai accuses Vash of loneliness and desiring love, and of seeking to fill that gap by appeasing humans. While I don't think this is necessarily wrong, it can't possibly be accurate as a core motivation, since Vash doesn't seem to really... accept a lot of positive interaction. Whether out of concern for others' safety, a lack of feeling like he deserves it, being secretive about his past and identity, or some combination of the above, Vash tends to leave a lot. He leaves Jeneora Rock's celebration early, tries to walk away from Meryl even as she's calling out to him, runs away from Home when Brad and Luida listen to the recording. He throws walls up and distances himself by laughing things off, or smiling, or simply not explaining anything.

I mentioned this during my live blogging while watching episode 9, but as Independents, it's intriguing to me that both Vash and Nai exist outside the cycle of dependence we see between the Plants and the humans - both of which cannot survive without the other. Nai appears to revel in this detachment, but Vash also seems to self-impose a certain distance between himself and everyone else - for all his friendliness and inability to leave someone hanging who needs help, he practices a lot of recognizably avoidant strategies. He exists on the periphery, never staying in one place too long (he can't), and treating every interaction with a certain kind of resignation - an understanding that it is temporary. He seems to expect the inevitability of being chased out over and over. The slightest of kindnesses given to him he always feels incredibly grateful for. Perhaps he feels that kindness is more than he deserves.

I honestly dread to think how he'll react once he regains his memories of what happened to July. I trust that he'll keep pushing on, as he always does, but is he going to remember that he deserves to eat and smile?

I really hope so. Otherwise I will need Meryl and Wolfwood to bonk him on the head.

Pacifism and Conviction

The thing about Vash's pacifism is that it's very difficult to tell whether it is primarily motivated by love or guilt. Vash carries an incredible amount of survivor's guilt with him and he absolutely is doing his best to keep Rem's memory alive, but I don't think it can be denied that he isn't just acting out Rem's beliefs - he really does believe in them himself. He's also genuinely compassionate and does care and become invested in the well-being of others. In the end, I'm not sure it really matters. I don't think the guilt or love can be easily extricated from each other at this point; they are both powerful drivers of his actions and core to his identity as a person, and while this is not exactly ideal for getting him to be kind to himself, they both strongly feed into his continuous choice to be kind to others.

And it is a choice, not naivety, as pacifism is so often brushed off as. Vash's compassion is something he chooses over and over again, in spite of the way he is often treated, and the way his powers hold far more potential for destruction than even Knives. Wolfwood thinks that Vash doesn't understand harsh realities and is going to receive a rude awakening but he does understand - Vash just chooses not to accept violence as the only way forward and believes that things can change and improve, and is willing to expend that energy and extra hurt into making that a reality. Nai thinks Vash is helpless and brainwashed into his belief - note the way Vash frequently appears as his child self when Nai tampers with his Gate or his memories; the implication here is that Nai sees Vash as incapable of making choices for himself and in need of protection - but not only is this horribly demeaning to Vash's personhood, it simply isn't true. Even Meryl chews him out for what looked like running away to her early on, and Roberto thinks he's going to get himself killed sooner or later. Everyone underestimates Vash, at least at first. And well, it's easy to. He's just a silly little guy! He's a bleeding heart who tries to help everyone he comes across! He talks about nobody needing to die in a world where most everyone is starving and desperate! To the people in-universe, he would look like a total fool, and far too idealistic to last long.

Except, he has. He's around 150 years old, he's scarred to hell and back, but he's still alive and he still chooses kindness. That takes a special kind of improbable mental resilience and stubborn conviction - and that's what most of the other characters overlook. Vash is, indeed, very sensitive and emotional and an idealist - he's also much tougher and more rational than hardly anyone gives him credit for. He's an excellent judge of character too!

His ideals and that stubborn faith are everything that makes Vash who he is.

This scene in episode 12 is the only true moment of triumph in what is otherwise a tragedy all around. Nai would go as far as to destroy Vash’s very identity to get his brother back, but at the cost of losing everything that makes him Vash. These ideals are the core of “Vash the Stampede”, and no matter how foolish they may seem or how little others understand his conviction, this is an identity he has chosen for himself. It’s who he is. And this assertion, coming directly on the heels of Nai trying to erase him and remove that autonomy, is an undeniable brief triumph in the midst of it all. Nai will always be Vash’s brother, and he will always love him I’m sure, but they diverged in their persons a long, long time ago, and Vash adamantly refuses to be an extension of or accomplice to his brother’s crusade of hatred… even if that means going against him.

Vash’s kindness is so necessary to a world like the one we see in the series, on the verge of extinction and giving up. Approaching situations with understanding and communication is really the only way to help improve understanding amongst others - and this is one of his biggest strengths; it's even reflected in his use of his Plant abilities (communicating between himself and the other Plants, the way he can open a path both to and from the higher dimension unlike anyone else). In this way, Vash is something of a necessary conduit. I just wish he'd let himself feel a little more tbh. He represses a lot - he canonically won't allow himself to cry if he feels responsible, any flashes of anger are brief, he doesn't stick around to have fun really. Personally, I'd like to see him allow himself grief through tears, a little bit of genuine letting loose and celebrating, and actually expressing things like irritation and annoyance next season. Perhaps that's wishful thinking.

I don't know how to accurately summarize my thoughts on Vash well enough other than to say, in keeping with the whole Plant thing, he reminds me strongly of dandelions. Bright, cheery, grow through cracks and root where you don't expect them to ever be able to eke out a living. Regarded as a weed by many but very difficult to get rid of. Hardy, resilient, and pop back up after being beaten down. Kids make wishes on them.

Anyways. Hugs him hugs him hugs him x 60,000,000,000

#fuck this is absolute garbage but i've run out of steam and the words just aren't happening so this is what i have to offer lol #i feel like i could've expressed a LOT of these points better. alas. after days of working on this it's what i've got.#when i do the other character thoughts i'll expand on the relationship between the twins #and... whatever is going on with wolfwood (their conflicting views but also concern?)#but for now i think this will have to do i've rambled enough #storyrambles #<-sure did.#trigun #tristamp #trigun stampede #vash the stampede #tristamp meta #<-it's more a messy word collection than a meta but. sure. idk how to tag this agh #if i have referenced something incorrectly please let me know and i'll fix it!

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heyy guys!!!!!!!!!

I wrote a fic :3 it’s South Park hehe

um so this one takes place after the dreaded pee episode… (season 13 ep 14) iykyk

Lee Kyle and Ler Stan and Kenny

Cw: minors swearing

Swim with us! 🩳 🌊

The four boys had a plan to meet up and go to the water park together, but this time, Kyle isn’t so up for swimming.

Ever since the last incident at the waterpark, Kyle had been very reluctant to go anywhere with a public swimming area. And the new water park wasn’t exactly his most ideal place to hang out now. However the three other boys were excited about the new opening and planned to drag Kyle there under any means.

“Guys I really really don’t want to go!” Kyle said for the 13th time to his friends.

Stan, Kenny, and Cartman stood in Kyle’s room in their bathing suits, prepared for swimming. Meanwhile, Kyle sat on his bed fully clothed, not dressed for the water park at all.

“Cmon Kyle, there’s no way anything bad is gonna happen this time” Stan said annoyed.

“You don’t know that!! There’s always some kind of bullshit happening; and I am NOT swimming in random peoples pee again!!” Kyle said angrily.

“Not only did you swim in it, but you drank it too.” Cartman snickered.

Kyle fumed. “SEE! Exactly!”

“Cartman you’re not helping, cmon please Kyle? Look even Kenny’s getting bored.” Stan said, as he pointed over at Kenny who was laying on the floor, practically dying from boredom.

Kyle peered over at Kenny from his bed, but turned away to look at the wall. “Look, why don’t you guys just go without me?” He asked.

“No we have to go all together to see if it’s lame or worth it. We can’t just leave you behind.” Stan said as he looked at Kyle with a disappointed face. But Kyle was resilient and just shook his head.

Cartman ushered Stan to the side. “Look I’m perfectly fine with leaving him behind, but if you want your boyfriend to come with so bad, you better fix this fucking situation.” He whispered in Stan’s ear. Then he walked over to the door.

“My mom’s waiting in the car, figure it out in the next 5 minutes, or else I’ll make her drive me without any of you assholes.” Cartman said, as he left to go wait outside.

Stan sighed and looked around. Kenny was rolling around wrapped in his towel on Kyle’s floor. And Kyle was now laying on his bed on his phone. He also noticed that Kyle had pre-folded his bathing suit on his desk, and had placed his swimming essentials to the side. It had looked like he must have wanted to go before. Stan got frustrated and walked over to his best friend.

Stan climbed on Kyle’s bed, and sat on top of his waist as Kyle laid down on his stomach. “Hey! Dude get off me!!” Kyle exclaimed.

“I wish it didn’t have to come to this. But you leave me no choice Kyle.” Stan said flatly.

“Huh?! What’re you doing?” Kyle asked, while attempting to turn around and knock Stan off in the process.

Suddenly, Stan grabbed at Kyles jacket trying to unzip it and slip it off of the other boy.

“Stan! Hey!! Stan stop!!” Kyle yelled.

The other boy kept pulling at his coat until he successfully got it off. He took the orange coat and threw it on the floor, which just so happened to land on Kenny. Kyle was able to turn and face Stan.

“What the hell dude?! You’re being totally gay right now.”

“I’m just getting you ready for the water park. You gotta lose all these layers you’ve got on.” Stan replied, and immediately grabbed onto Kyle’s tshirt, pulling it up his torso.

“Kenny come help me out, he keeps moving.” Stan said, trying to pull off his shirt.

Kenny perked up and excitedly got up having something to do. Kyles orange jacket slipped off his head and fell to the ground as Kenny moved. He walked over to the bed, and held Kyle’s arms above his head. This made it much easier for Stan to remove his shirt, leaving him topless.

Kyle blushed and tried harder to pry out of Kenny’s grip, as he felt much more vulnerable with his arms up and shirt off. “You guys are assholes..” Kyle said while averting his eyes.

Stan looked down at the redhead. “Pleaseee Kyle??” Even Kenny looked down at Kyle with big puppy dog eyes.

Kyle looked at both of them and shook his head. Stan and Kenny sighed.

“Ok Kyle. Well now you really leave me no choice.” Stan said.

“What? What does that me-AH!”

Stan immediately brought his hands down to Kyle’s torso, and began tickling him on his sides. Kenny followed suit and shot his hands into his underarms, wiggling his fingers gently in his hollows.

“n-NAHAHGAH! HEY!! G-GUHUHUYS STAHAHAP!” Kyle belted out.

With his upper half being exposed, the tickly sensations were much more intense on him.

“How about now? Will you come with us?” Stan said eagerly, with a devious smile planted on his face.

“N-NOHOHO!! FAHAHA-FUCK YOHOU GUYSEHE!”

As a result, Kenny brought his hands to Kyles upper ribs, just where they met his underarms. Stan moved his fingers to Kyle’s freckled stomach, and spidered around his bellybutton. His laughter went up an octave and he let out a loud squeal.

“Jeez Kyle, you’re really ticklish. I wonder how long you can take this.” Stan teased.

Kyle blushed furiously, “QUIHIHIT IT! GHAHAHAH!!” Kyle tossed his head from side to side. Prying his hands down, that only trapped Kenny’s fingers in his underarms. He squirmed under Stan, unable to buck him off.

Kenny and Stan were enjoying this too much. Seeing their smart, stubborn, and angry friend cave in to something as childish as tickling was too amusing for them. However Kyle was soon meeting his limit.

“OKAHAHAY! *hic* I’LL COHOHOME JUS-JUST STOPAHA *hic* TICKLIHING MEHEE!”

Stan and Kenny removed their fingers from their friend. Stan got off of Kyle’s waist, while Kenny unpinned him.

Kyle let out some residual giggles and his hiccups soon went away slowly. He sat up, glaring at his two friends.

“Okay great, we’ll wait for you in the car.” Stan said with amusement in his voice, as he gave Kyle a playful punch to his arm. Kenny then handed Kyle his bathing suit, and followed Stan out the door.

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Cartman, Kenny, and Stan sat in Ms. Cartmans car, waiting for Kyle.

“Where the hell is he?! I thought you dealt with him!” Cartman said angrily to the other two.

“He’s coming, don’t worry.” Stan reassured.

And just like that, Kyle walked out his front door, with his swimsuit on and a towel draped over his shoulder. He opened the car door and sat next to Kenny with an unhappy look on his face.

Kenny poked him in his side, and Kyle nearly jumped up into the roof of the car. “Ah!! Kenny stop! I’m here now, don’t tickle me anymore.” Saying that last part quietly.

Eventually, the four had made it to the water park. And they actually all ended up having a great time together. Kyle had noticed that the pools were filtered much better than before and ended up swimming with his friends. He was glad that they had convinced him to go.

#south park tickles #lee!kyle #ler!stan #ler!kenny #south park ticklefic #south park tickle #south park tickle fic

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