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puhmpken · 2 months

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Author’s Note: This one is a filler since I am still working on “Dairy of the Obsessed” ..this one was spontaneous lmfaoo! Also requests are open feel free to give me story ideas

This has BEEN edited 🥳🎉

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Title: A Shape-Shifter’s Dilemma

Alastor x Reader Oneshot

written + edited by @puhmpkins-blog 🎃

W/C: 5.1K 😀 oops maybe too much lol my imagination got the better of me but please enjoy!

You always questioned where Alastor your husband would go. Most of the time you would brush it off and not think of it—Overlord stuff.

But one night while Al and you slept in the same bed he tossed and turned in his sleep you could assume he was having a nightmare

“honey..?” You said in a low ruff voice as you gently placed a hand on Alastor who stops his moving before the word he mutters out was

“charlie..”

...Now that is odd. Why would a overlord like Alastor be saying the princess of hells name in the middle of his sleep?

It made you raise a eyebrow, and questioned him.

The day following did not seem to ease your nerves one bit, he again in rather ..a rush to leave the manor

Standing next to the front doors door you watched as he moved back and forth through the living room looking for whatever he was desiring

“What's rushing for darling? This is rather out of character” You said as your eyes watched him move throughout the room

“Oh nothing to concern yourself with dearie!~ Just overlord business”

You hummed back at his bland cryptic response not wanting to pick it apart–you just decided not to question it and save yourself the energy

“Right. Just don’t go get yourself in trouble” You said smiling at Alastor standing infront of you, slightly towering over you as you fixed and cleaned off any dirt or lent that got caught on his suit as he was in your words rushing around

Moving your hands away from him, your eyes locked with his as Alastor’s reddish brown eyes, a flicker of amusement dancing within them. His lips curved from a small smile into a sly smirk, revealing his pointy teeth.

“Trouble?,” he questioned, making his one of his eyebrows raise in a cocky way , “Why..thats my middle name, my dear.” He said clasping and holding both your hands as he stared at you, before shrugging “But perhaps maybe I’ll make an exception—for you.”

You rolled your eyes to your husband's playful antics, before giving Alastor his goodbye kiss and waving him bye as he sinks into his shadow disappearing leaving you alone in the manor.

A moment of silent filling the air before

“Now, let me figure out WHAT’S actually happening.”

And that’s how this whole shenanigan began with you.

You see, while Alastor might have been expected to marry some ordinary demon, you in your case, were far from ordinary. As a shape-shifting demon, you possessed the ability to transform your identity at will, becoming a whole new demon or a manifestation of whatever your imagination desired.

The only limitations were those of your own imagination or..if Alastor was able to sniff you out, thanks to his keen sense of smell. HOWEVER, avoiding detection was usually easy enough… for the most part.

Weeks to months you’ve been keeping up on this “routine” of cat and mouse but all was paying off.

You found out Al has been to much of your dismay harboring rather a couple of secrets hidden and tucked from you. Other than your known overlord stuff he was a suppose helper at a hotel called the “Hazbin Hotel” that princess charlie owns and works at with a couple of other people almost made you drop with laughter when you first seen Alastor helping out with the hotel, you had to tell Rosie about this later.

It was easy to stay undercover and even easier to get close to him without him realizing and knowing it was you.

You made up your mind weeks ago that his territory would be fine, if you step away here and there to follow Alastor to the hotel

And that’s how you end up to the present day you.

You weren’t satisfied with knowing Alastor helps at a hotel. Yes indeed it was a shocker but that’s all? You were still puzzled on why Al said Charile name to began with

Alastor hasn’t suspected a thing yet due to him kinda being busy at the hotel or up in his office.

On the rare times you would see him, he was up in the upper balcony with nifty laughing with her, you couldn’t hear what they were talking about but knowing the both of them.. it was rather something strange or gruesome

As another shifted ended, the day ended with you back at the manor seating in your comfortable loveseat, reading a book before mere minutes Al got back, making it seem as normal as possible to not raise suspicions

The next day as things moved along you wished Alastor a goodbye as you watched him shift into the shadows and disappear off.

Waiting a few minutes after he left you then began to get ready for your shift at the hotel, that first started with showering to rid yourself of your natural scents–you didn’t want to be tackled down by your husband as soon as you walk in through the door.

Finishing up with your shower you stepped out spraying some random cheap perfume you had bought to scramble Al scents.

As you began styling yourself from being a lady of the 1920s with elegant beauty and designer dresses to a ripped petite coat, old bleach stained black skirt with a hole at the bottom with a finish messy down hairstyle

You laughed at your reflection

Seeing what you looked like in your normal form made you laugh. Alastor would probably gasp and dropped to his knees at the things you wore.

You walked out the house being sure to not be seen

Successfully making it past the fenced gates and out of the woods you came to the main roads of hell shifting yourself into a hell creature you have been using for this whole little “spying game”

A lengthy white fur being that stood, 6ft having two red stripes covering both arms and legs. Your (h/c) just reached the middle of your back and on your head sat two cream colored pointy horns, you kept your sharp teeth to still be able to scare off unwanted demons if the occasion was to rise

Checking yourself out in the reflection of the glass windows, you made sure everything was correct: your look, your attire and your scent.

You started to walk to the hotel, the sidewalk you have taken at least more than ten times.

As you inched closer to the hotel you for safe measures stopped and sprayed yourself down one more time in cheap perfume emptying the bottle before tossing it off in the distances and kept walking

Getting inside the hotel was an easy task,

You said hello to everyone vaggie, angeldust, sir pentious and his eggo children, huskier and nifty.

‘Everyone is down here practically–well almost everyone’ looking around furrowing your eyebrows together

“Where Charlie? She's usually with you, Vag?” You said to Vaggie who was sitting on the couch next to Angel looking at the TV

“She should be in her office right now Lucy. I think she also wanted to talk to you” Vaggie said kinda nonchalantly shrugging her shoulders towards the end as she looked up from the tv to you as you nodded your head

Making a hum noise you turned on your heel and began walking to Charlie office

Knocking before you entered, Charlie sat at her desk looking at papers

“Helluva morning Charlie. Vaggie was telling me you were looking for me, I just wanted to speak to you about what you wanted” You said as you walked towards her desk and seating down in one of the chairs across from it

Charlie still having her go lucky smile on her face nodded putting down a couple of papers “Yes Vaggie was right! I was looking for you Lucy!” She said pausing as she slide over a little stack of paperwork, “It’s nothing serious promise! I just wanted you to run these up to Al~!”

You nodded silently thanking hell for the opportunity to be closer to Al

“Yeah of course I can do that” You said standing up taking the paperwork in your black gloved hands “Consider it done Charlie!” You said walking out of her office as she screamed a thank you from behind a closed office door

You hummed quietly to yourself as you walked up the flights of stairs to get to Alastor’s door

Minutes passed before you got to the door that read in bold letter

“Alastor, Radio Demon”

Knocking lightly on the door, ‘he should be in there?’

“…”

‘No response..hm that weird’ You thought as you looked over both your shoulders before you placed a gloved hand on your door handle twisting the knob before it opened slowly

!!!CREAAAK!!!

Your body mentally cringed at the noise as you pushed the door more open glancing around one more time you slipped in the crack of his door, gently shutting it closed once you entered

‘Wow’ Was the first word that escaped your mouth looking into his room now, it's his office yes, but what was beyond it that made it almost feel like you were..alive it was the bayou swamp/forest it was just how you remembered before you died all those years ago..breathtaking

Scanning the dimly lit area with the only light being a moonless night and the few fireflies that infested the air, you didn’t see Alastor anywhere in sight, just a table with a chair on it in the middle of the grassy forest.

You bite your lip gently as you looked between the paper work and the forest before groaning knowing your mind was made up, as soon as you laid your eyes on the bayou. Leaving the paperwork for Alastor sitting on his wooden desk before you walked passed it and too the bayou landscape filling as it was almost a dream

Walking slowly into the grassy area with a smile as you breathed in the smell of forest closing your eyes and taking in the sound

It was a wonderful moment of quiet before the light noise of static in the forest made you snap your eyes open,.. that’s Alastor getting closer into range of where you were standing.

Being lucky and hopeful you HOPE he didn’t see you in the clearing just standing their with your eyes closed

You ran and hide behind some bushes and trees that were away from the table and chair you were standing near–and just in the nick of time

You could hear and see him from where you were hiding the full static sound of a certain radio demon as he hummed a tune with a deer slumped dead over on his shoulder, carrying it with ease as he slammed it down on the table, you examined as he sat down making a fork appear out of thin air as he leaned his staff against his chair, before disappearing into air as he began to eat the deer raw pulling at its meat–made you want to gag in disgust

‘He could’ve cooked it’ you thought watching him munch down on his hunt you can assume. Licking his lips after a couple of bites he wiped his mouth with a napkin like a true unhinged gentleman

Before he cleared his throat his eyes shutting but his smile spreading wider, causing you to get goosebumps

“I know your there” He said making you do a double take ‘he knows i am here?’ you thought blinking as you didn’t buy his bluff

“I can sense your presence,” he drawled, his voice dripping with a sinister charm.

“You can’t hide from me.” He opened his crimson eyes as they began scanning the area. You kept your movement still as he scanned over the area you were hiding. You saw how he squinted his eyes almost immediately at the bush you were in

“Come out, come out wherever you are” He sang out in a haunting tone

“You do know as a predator.”He started in a cheery tone before his voice dropped to a dual and deep one “ I can smell you out.” His voice ringing of no radio filter

Your heart began to sped up

‘fffuck’ Is what you thought before you seen Alastor disappear into thin air—it wasn’t a surprise you were accustomed to that but you couldn’t help your heart starting to speed up as he vanished into the air

“Run,” a disembodied whisper breathed against your nape

Took you no time of convincing as you ran not looking behind you as you kept your eyes forward only hearing the sound of something chasing behind,

You hit left and right, hoping to get Alastor off of you

As you take another right you ran behind a tree, hiding behind its figure as you heard and felt Alastor run pass you

You have never done something like this, it was rather fun but dangering

Peaking your head from behind the tree after what felt like entirety you didn’t see Alastor for safe measures you transformed yourself to a small forest animal, just in case Alastor wants to sneak behind you..again

Following near your foot trail from the tree branches, you jumped from branch to branch with ease as you stopped once more hearing static noise come from nowhere, you smirked in your creature form as Alastor wouldn’t suspect a thing

Watching from above, his form essentially appeared from thin air as he had a wide smirk and a look of hunger in his eyes as he looked at the spot you were suppose to be standing

“Where are you~?” He said

“…”

After a moment of looking in all the places he would expect and assume for someone to hide, he stood in the middle of the forest arms crossed as his ears flickered now and then

“Now where did they go? I was rather hungrier for something other than deer” He said you can tell by his voice he was almost dumb struck how could he still be able to smell you but your nowhere near..weird?

You slowly shifted yourself backwards away from Alastor as you didn’t want to alarm him nor give away your hiding, you were almost clear before a vibration was felt throughout the branch and in one second the branch snapped as you land ontop of Alastor head

“...”

It was quiet not either one of you dared to move before you felt your body being picked up fully by his hand and now..the jig was up

“What do we have here..” He said looking at you “A small diversion from the person thats in here?”Alastor’s gaze bore into you, dissecting your very essence.

A wicked glint in his eyes began to take place, “Well I guess since I couldn't catch my actual food, I shall eat you little one” Pausing to smug smile before continuing “Bad luck for you?~” He said as he lifted you above his mouth

You squirmed in his hands, heart racing.

‘This can’t be how (y/n)'s story ends’, you thought desperately.

Just as he was about to drop you into his abyssal maw, you shifted—your disguise falling away

You landed on top of Alastor, who staggered back, utterly unprepared.

“Don’t eat me,” you blurted out, adrenaline surging. Alastor stood, bemusement etching his features.

“Lucy?!” Alastor’s voice crackled through the air, a radio filter distorting his words. The static hummed, raising the hairs on your arms.

“Why are you in here?” His step was deliberate, menacing. You retreated, heart pounding.

“How did you make yourself appear small? Then big?” His eyes narrowed, dissecting you. Each step he took, you mirrored, until your back pressed against a tree—literally.

Your mind raced for a lie, an escape. But then it happened—the slip up, the unraveling.

You shifted into your true form, the one Alastor would recognized.

“(Y/N)?!” His voice lost the radio filter, and you met his gaze. Confusion etched his features. You bit your bottom lip, a awkward laugh escaping.

“Erm, surprise…?” You said as you watched him back up a little from you a smile now spreading wider by the minute as the static was the buzz in the air

As it was overtook by the applause he started to emitted as he turned the other way starting to laugh

“A surprise indeed dearie who would’ve know my wife could pull such a thing off” He started.. you didn’t like how this was sounding as you moved away from the tree watching him as he created slight distances between him and yourself

You watched as a nagging feeling was telling you to start running but ignoring that you spoke up “Alastor I-” He cut you off with his words

As he appeared behind you—the Radio Demon, with crimson eyes and a dangerous smile. His arm encircled your waist, pulling you closer. “You had the entire hotel convinced of this Lucy woman,” he murmured, his voice devoid of filters. “Bravo, dearie. Truly bravo.”

You didn’t like how he was taking the situation as what he said to you in a flare voice on confirmed how much you actually DID piss off Alastor with this little disguise

“You should run now.”

Those four words holding a threat of the unknown and you wanting to at least talk for yourself turned to face Alastor his crimson eyes only reflecting the pure chaos he was about to inflict on this game of catch with you, as you shook your head

“Please let me explain” You urged, desperation coloring your voice.

“5” Alastor your dear husband replied, holding out his hand. The air crackled with tension

“Al please—…”

“4..” He sung out as he closed his eyes, standing tall. One hand rested behind his back, the other poised like a pendulum. The smile of him showing his sharp teeth made you swallow harshly

“3” He warned out to you knowing your still there as he opened one eye to look at you breathing out short “Hmm..a shame your going to let me catch you so easy” He said shutting his open eye closed

“2 dearie” He warned out now holding two fingers as he began to shift in his stances his neck elongated he was slowly shifting into his demon form, and that’s when you finally decide to run

You huffed and panted as you switched your form a couple of times to give you longer distances away from Alastor as you made it deeper into the Bayou the ground under you turning slightly squishy as you kept running not interested to turn around

You ran for what felt like hours before you stopped down near a swamp bank hunched on you knees as you gain your second wind, taking a few more breathes you stood up, the air was quiet you couldn’t hear the static of Al, so you have to be far from him? or he just turned off that noise so he could stalk and pounce on you

Whatever the case maybe you took a breathe in and out as you looked ahead of the lake, nothing but more forest—

You thought different ideas like turning into a winged creature and flying back towards the rooms door to get out of here, but you didn’t know how high you could fly and since Alastor can’t fly nor has wings, you doubt that celling is high enough to get high enough where he couldn’t hit you out of air

Best option was to keep running or go into the swamp water, it would give you better opportunity, reflecting your options about it you heard the ground beneath you move with vibrations ‘fuck he already found me’ you thought coming to the defeat you were going to let yourself be caught but that was until you seen that fucken demon form mere seconds before he seen you, you bailed out dipping yourself slowly in the cold water taking a big breathe before dunking yourself under

Seconds stretched into eternity as you held your breath, your lungs screaming for release. The vibrations in the ground intensified, and you knew he was near. What was Alastor going to do when he catched you? He wouldn’t actually hurt his wife? You thought of as your heart hammered against your ribs, and you wondered if you should be actually concerned

Alastor scanned the area, seeking his dear wife. You pressed deeper into the water, your head submerged further, only the top part of your head concealed by a stray lilypad.

Minutes passed—or perhaps it was mere seconds—before you surfaced. Gasping for air, you wiped water from your eyes. Alastor wasn’t in sight.

You continued walk towards the edge of the pond before crawling out of the pond, lying down on the edge of it your knees still submerged as you sighed out in relief, shutting your eyes for what felt like a second

Before you heard, the clearing of a throat—a sound that sent shivers down your spine. Opening your eyes standing above you was the oh-so-familiar radio demon. You smiled, but before you could vanish into the water, Alastor’s grip closed around your arms. His purr was a velvet blade against your skin.

“Come now, darling,” he drawled, his tone deceiving. “We don’t want you to get wet. Let me assist you in this rather…exchange.” His strength pulled you back, and you squirmed, defiance flaring. But Alastor was stronger, and you found yourself pressed against his chest, dripping and caught.

“Let go,” you demanded, but he only laughed—a predator savoring its prey

“Now, dear, this is part of the game.” His eyes bore into yours, crimson flames dancing. “I’ve caught you, and now you’ll be the prize I win.” His tongue flicked across his lips

As Alastor carried you through the forest he hummed a simple tone, making you more on edge

You both arrived at another clearing?

“This isn’t where we started Al” You said as he set you down, gently helping you get up, as your eyes shifted from the scenery to him

Alastor’s gaze was going up and down on you, as you caught little symbols manifesting themselves around him as he was now a step or two away from you

“Come here” He said in a commanding tone, a chain manifesting around your neck as your eyes widen to metal chain outline with the color of green. Your hands immediately shot to your neck trying to grip and claw at it. You felt a tug come towards Al before you leaned your body away from it trying to keep space, digging your feet lightly in the ground

One real yank got you to move forward unprepared, the earth meant your face very quick and you instantly felt blood in your mouth

“Ah, be good for me, Y/N, and just obey,” he murmured, his grip unyielding. You crawled on your knees and hands, inching closer to him. The chain around your neck tightened, lifting you off the ground. Alastor’s crimson eyes bore into yours.

“My dear sweet little wife, Y/N,” he drawled, his voice devoid of filters. Each word carried weight, punctuated by his southern accent. “You, dearie, violated our little agreement.” His fingers traced the chain. “We had an understanding, did we not?”

Your breaths came in ragged gasps. “I didn’t mean to Al” you whispered

His chuckle echoed through the clearing as he lowered you gently to the ground, ensuring the fall didn’t harm you.

“So, my doe,” he began, his voice a velvet blade, “please give me an explanation. Why has my wife been running around disguised as a Lucy person, working—” His fingers closed around your hands, the chain that had bound you vanishing into thin air. “Her dear, softly delicate hands at a hotel that deserves none of her attention?” His words hung in the air, a question wrapped in menace. “Rather than be in a manor that belongs to her and her husband? Have I done something wrong?”

You sighed out as you nodded taking your hands out of his, to his displeasure “All this started because i heard you mumble in your sleep rather a month or so ago..princess name Charlie” You said with embarrassment flaming your checks as you looked away from Alastor not wanting to know what expression he held

The air was quiet between the both of you, not a word was spoken—You felt like you were holding your breathe with the tension in the air before you felt the touch of your husband on your hands again

“Mon cher~” He purred out making you look at him, his face of course held a wide smile but the look in his eyes held anger with something else glimmering around it “Nothing could replace you”

“No hotel” He said his hand holding out your arm as he kissed at the palm before saying, “No demon” Alastor continued raising his head kissing you at the center of your arm, looking at you in the eyes before kissing more up your arm while saying “And certainly no Lucifer daughter could take my eye off of something as ravishing as you my doe~” Al kissing up you between each pause as he at your neck slowly peaking at it having you basically in his lap with your back towards him, as you moved your head to side to let him continue as he only chuckle at the gesture

Al with his free hand grabbing at your chin to make you look at him as he stared into your (e/c) “But my dear mon cher, you agree at my words as if you understand, but it seems as though you forgotten who I belong too” He said letting go of your chin as both of his hands traveled down to your hips resting there “You forget who's name causes thrill of different emotions within me, so let me remind you~”

Alastor leaned into you, as you meant him half way kissing him

A passionate kiss with some underline aggression made the kiss much more thrilling as Alastor fought for dominance with you trying to dominate over him

With a deep chuckle he pulled away from the kiss, “You being defiant won’t end well for you dear” You looked up too him as you bite your lower lip holding on too his bow tie slowly undoing it as his hands trailed up and down your legs

“No words so be it” He shrugged before pushing you down to the ground, your back laying on the grass as he spread your legs open wide, everything on full display for him to see

He leaned his head down as his ears pushed back towards his head as his eyes half lidded looking up to a red face you “Mm~Darling your so intoxicating with that look on your face” He said before plunging his head down open his mouth before eating your pussy

Your eyes shut closed as your hands went immediately to his hair gripping and pulling at it, as you mumbled out moans holding onto Alastor head down as he kept eating you out

“Al~!” You said in low moan as you felt yourself starting to come undone down there “Alastor..I..I am going to—”

Before you could muster and get out the words to warn your husband, the sensation of Alastor mouth moved away from you leaving you in almost blank state, so close to clarity but yet so far …

You whimpered as you looked down to Alastor who’s face was smirking as he shook his head licking his lips slightly “You think after the charade you pulled your going to get to cum that quick and easily?” He said and laughed “Dearie we are just starting.”

Alastor in a instances flipped you over making you rise to all fours with help of his shadows tendrils you were now ass up face down, with your arms being held down by the shadows tendrils, you whimpered trying to move against them as you felt a burning sensation on your bottom causing you to move it from side to side

Alastor watched in trans like state as you moved your ass after he smacked it only making his boner go harder, as he rub on it through his pants

“Al, let me out of this! I don’t want to be—Ahh~!”You said feeling a familiar feeling slide in you as your eyes rolled behind you, you clawed at the grass alastor pushed all himself in you

“Mmm~There you go Mon Cher~” Alastor said rolling his hips as his head tilted backwards, both of his hands gripping on your hips keeping them in place as he began slowly pumping in and out of you

You moaned as you moved with his thrusts, arching your back as Al grunts and low moans could be heard

Alastor started to pick up in speed as you could only speak out the simple word “Al~” Which was music to the radio demons ears

“Oh (Y/n)~” He said as he kept up fast with his thrusts moving one his hand to your hair, gripping at it pulling you backwards as your head flung back

“Open your eyes.” He said making you slowly open your eyes as meant with the eyes of crimson red ones as his smile was deceiving as his eyes showed pure lust that was feeling “Fuck.” He said as gripped tighter on your hair yanking almost at the root as you moaned with each thrust

“I am going to finish in you.” He said in not a question but as a command as you tighten around him bring him closer as he shut his eyes letting go of your hair before opening his mouth and bitting at the back of your neck as you moaned closing your eyes feeling yourself reaching edge as you reached climax sametime as Alastor

Couple months later drawed by quick before you knew it you were back at the manor, watching over Al’s territory sipping tea as you smiled mindlessly, yeah there was really nothing to worry about.

FIN!!!

Extra! Extra!

(Y/n) and Al strolling through the park. hand in hand as Al hums a tune

Al: “I do say mon cher, I think I never told you why I was saying Charlie's name”

Y/n: “Yeah you haven’t, do share”

Al: “You wouldn’t believe it! Charlie in my dream was trying to paint my Radio Studio, it was all going to be rainbows with fluffy pink unicorns if I didn’t say her name”

Y/n: deadpans

Al: Only telling you the truth dearie~!sings out

Y/n: Your truth is utter dogshit sometimes

Al: gasp Darling!

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oolongteaboba · 11 months

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# ◞ ˚ ─ RED LACE (OR LACK THEREOF)

info. rocket raccoon/f!reader smut. est. 3.2k words.

you and rocket share the same bunk, so you've been wearing nothing but a shirt to get his attention. and who knows? he might like you back.

a/n. hi hello first actual post on here! quick comment for the fingering part, just pretend rocket stole peter's nail clippers LMAO, i forgot to clarify that while writing whoops. also, you can alternatively read the fic here on ao3.

In the past year you’ve spent with the guardians and living on the Milano, you began to appreciate each of them unconditionally; you were family, and they were yours. Peter, a Terran like you, was a great conversationist, and you bonded over things you missed from Earth. Gamora’s intimidating sometimes, but she acts like the sister you never had and has your best interests in mind. You haven’t known Mantis for long, but she’s kind and gentle; plus, she’s starting to warm up to you. Drax is some fun company, although most of your jokes fly over his head. Groot clings onto you like a puppy, and the sprout insists on sitting between you and Rocket during dinnertime. And well, Rocket is… Rocket.

Aboard the Milano, you shared a small bunk with Rocket and Groot. Tonight, Groot was in Gamora’s bunk since she had Groot-bedtime-story-duty tonight, so you and Rocket had the already cramped bunk to yourselves. Sharing a room with the two of them wasn’t entirely terrible, but you do have to deal with Rocket’s tech stuff being scattered all over the floor.

His bed wasn’t too far from yours, with the space between you only about two feet. He’s working on a new set of blasters; you’re laying in bed on your back with your right leg over the left. After being engrossed with his equipment for who knows how long, Rocket looks up from his machinery to glance at you.

“Christ, does it hurt to put on some pants for once?” Rocket interjects, and you turn your head toward him.

“We share a room together. You’ve seen me change before, and that never fazed you. Besides, Groot isn’t even here. It’s just us.” He only replies with a huff and an eye roll. “Besides, why do you care so much?”

Rocket scoffs, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. “I’m not the one walking around in a loose shirt and fuckin’ red lacy underwear.”

You avert your eyes from his as your cheeks grow hot, and you pull the hem of your shirt down mid-thigh to preserve your already damaged dignity.

“It’s all that was clean,” you mutter below your breath, just loud enough for him to hear, although from the look on his face, he doesn’t believe you. “Plus, it’s hot in here, Rocket. The air conditioning isn’t working correctly, we’re in space, and you haven’t fixed it yet,” you reply, uncrossing your legs. He inhales sharply, returning to his blaster.

“I told you already, I don’t have the right parts yet,” he snaps at you. “Go fix it yourself if you’re gonna be a bitch about it.”

“So the oh-so-great Rocket Raccoon can build bombs from scrap material but can’t fix the AC unit?”

“I ain’t a raccoon,” he snarls, and it takes every fiber in your body to resist the urge not to continue teasing him. “And I told you this shit already: we don’t have the needed parts.”

“Y’know, maybe I’ll start walking around with pants on if the air conditioning is fixed.”

Rocket exhales and lets out a small pfft that almost sounds like a quiet laugh. “You’re bein’ whinier than Quill right now, know that?”

“You’re so sweet to me, Rocket. Have I mentioned you’re the kindest person on this ship?” You smile, albeit sarcastically, and the corners of his mouth instinctively curl up in response. You catch his brief smile for a fleeting moment and make eye contact, but he promptly looks away in embarrassment.

(You might tease him about it later, though. He’s smiling because of you.)

“Go to sleep, doll.” Rocket absentmindedly shoves the machinery onto his makeshift nightstand with a slight grin still etched on his features. His disposition has improved in the past year; he smiles a lot more, though he tries to hide it, and the guardians have noticed. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.

“What about you? Aren’t you going to sleep?” His eyes look into yours, albeit briefly, and they’re warm, brown, and pretty, and you internally berate yourself for not noticing them sooner.

“Nah. You Terrans need more sleep than I do. And you look terrible, by the way.” You fail at attempting to stifle a giggle at his sudden change in demeanor, which Rocket barely notices.

“Aw, thank you, Rocket. Love you too.” Your eyelids flutter, and you pull a blanket over your body. “You might not be Terran, but you should sleep too, y’know. You’re always reprimanding Groot for staying up late, you hypocrite.”

Rocket’s features soften; he shoots you a toothy grin, although there’s a thought nagging at you, telling you there’s more than just sarcasm in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. G’night, doll.”

You shoot Rocket a smile that’s brighter than the damn sun before shutting your eyes. Unfortunately, you’re asleep before you can say ‘good night’ back.

Three nights later, tonight is Drax’s turn for Groot-bedtime-story-duty.

The temperature in the Milano isn’t as nearly inhabitable as last time, all because of you and Quill’s endless pleas for the AC to be fixed. Thankfully, Peter hates absurdly hot weather just as much as you do. Either that or hatred of heat is a Terran thing. Somehow, the broken air conditioning didn’t affect the other non-Terran guardians on the ship as much.

Al Green’s Let’s Stay Together plays faintly in the background; you’re lounging on your bunk, back against the mattress, as you read one of Quill’s childhood comic books when the door opens, and Rocket enters your shared bunk.

As soon as he walks in, Rocket scoffs and rolls his eyes. “For the love of god, I fixed the AC as you asked. Put some goddamn pants on.”

“Hello to you too, Rocket,” you give him a smile before continuing reading, too focused on Quill’s comic book to notice Rocket’s blatant gawking at your exposed legs. Your leg props up on the other, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. “And I said maybe I’ll wear pants.”

He jumps in bed, setting Quill’s helmet at the foot of his bunk. After a job that included killing Abilisks, Peter reluctantly handed it over to Rocket for some significantly postponed repairs and upgrades.

“You’re lucky, know that? You’re the only person on this ship besides Groot whose shit I tolerate.”

“I love you too, Rocket. Although, I’m pretty sure you’d shoot Quill if he started walking around the Milano with no pants on,” you answer, eyes still glued to the comic book.

“The only difference is that Quill isn’t the one walking around in his underwear.”

“Rocket, I honestly can’t see why it’s a big deal. It’s been days since you won’t shut up about it,” you reply, setting Quill’s comic on top of your nightstand.

Rocket looks at you before sighing defeatedly, with some feeling that you can’t put your finger on captured in his eye. You swallow your spit, and Rocket returns to his bold, unapologetic self.

“Fine. Fuckin’ hell, we get it, it’s your bunk, and you can do whatever the hell you want-”

He pauses. Rocket’s eyes trail down from your face to your body, taking in every inch of your revealed skin.

However, it’s too late for you to realize what exactly Rocket’s ogling at.

“Are you… not wearing anything under that shirt?”

You blink, promptly closing your legs (undoubtedly knowing it won’t do or change anything). The already small space between your bunk and Rocket’s seems even smaller. Your heartbeat picks up in your chest; Rocket is still rendered speechless. You’ll never hear the end of it, you swear. His gaze meets yours, but you don’t answer. What feels like an eternity passes before Rocket speaks up, breaking the silence.

“You dirty fuckin’ girl,” he swears, his tone both degrading and impressed. Rocket steps down from his bunk and closer to yours, his eyes drinking you in. From the look on his face, he looks as if he’s about to devour you whole.

“Rocket.”

Hesitantly, Rocket steps back, giving you space. “Shit, sweetheart. I’m sorry. Tell me to leave, and I will.” He’s reluctant, although the tent in his pants slowly grows, and he isn’t hiding it well. “We can forget about this.”

“Wait,” you immediately protest before rationale can stop you, grabbing his wrist before he can pull away and leave. “You can stay.”

From the look on his face, it doesn’t take him much convincing. He knows what you’re thinking of (and knows what you want). Rocket tenses; a few moments pass before he speaks up, unsure of what to do next.

“Can I touch you?”

You groan in response, both desperately and unashamedly. Both your voice and body are tempting, practically inviting Rocket in. He’s thought of you like this: both in daydreams and dreams, but he never would’ve imagined the moment (or you) to be more perfect. “Please, Rocket. I need you so damn badly.”

(Rocket’s definitely gonna bring this up later. However, anything but him is entirely off your mind.)

He gladly complies, and his hands go underneath your shirt to meet your chest before massaging your breasts. The sensation of his paws is foreign but welcome, one hand playing with your nipple as his tongue swirls around the other, gently nipping at your flesh. He continues sucking, maintaining eye contact while your face burns from the intimacy.

The sound of Rocket’s mouth leaving your tits makes an explicit and wet pop sound, and drool pools in the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck, doll, I’ve been thinkin’ of doing this forever. Couldn’t stop thinking about you since I got a look at that pair of that red, lacy underwear of yours and could barely keep my fuckin’ hands off.”

Rocket continues his ministrations on your chest, with one hand traveling down to your thigh, close to your puffy clit. You elicit a formerly suppressed moan from your lips, much to Rocket’s inflated ego. His pace is slow and teasing as if he’s waiting for you to break and beg for him to quicken his pace.

“Shit, you’re so pretty like this, all for me,” Rocket whispers in an intonation you can barely hear, almost impressed by how receptive and eager you are for his touch. The ache between your thighs gradually amplifies from his praises, and you weaken at his attention. Your breath quickens as his fingers trail up your thigh and languidly circles around your needy clit. All words are stripped from your tongue, leaving you unable to speak. Rocket’s fur almost tickles your skin as he marks love bites on you, hard enough to bruise.

“Fuh- fuck, Rocket, you feel so damn good,” you pant, air seemingly wrung out of your lungs. “I need-”

You’re cut off by Rocket giving your cunt a firm spank, drawing out an embarrassingly vocal moan. “Need what, dollface?” He grins with a look of pride planted on his face as he gives your breasts and cunt much-needed attention, albeit slowly.

“I need you inside me,” you mewl, your cheeks feeling hot from the humiliation. You know Rocket knows what you want; he’s eager to give it but wants to hear you beg for it first.

Somehow, his grin grows even more. His slow circling on your clit stops, and you audibly groan, wordlessly begging for him to continue. “I’ve barely touched ya, and you already want my cock inside?”

“Fuck you, Rocket,” you huff, heat building inside your lower abdomen and goosebumps growing on your skin. “Please, I need you.”

He slips a paw inside your dripping cunt, and it takes a few seconds to get used to the new feeling. “Gotta be patient, sweetheart. You’re so pretty when you’re like that, know that?”

You nod, relishing the feeling of his fingers finding your G-spot, then slowly curling upwards. Though his hands lack girth, he makes up for it with agility.

“Was this 'no panties' stunt all for me, dollface?”

“Yes. All for you, Rocket,” you answer absentmindedly, too focused on how good his fingers feel inside you. Rocket’s fingers develop a languid rhythm, scissoring and stretching your walls to fit his cock. You bite your lip to keep back a whimper but fail. With every movement from Rocket, you feel yourself melting into the blankets and mattress, reduced to putty in Rocket’s hands.

“Keep going,” you mutter, surprised at your current capability to form words. Rocket’s fingers gently press against your G-spot, eliciting a moan. “G-go faster, Rocket.”

Instead of speeding up as you hoped, he completely stops, leaving you to writhe underneath him. You tense up, missing the blissful sensation of his paws working inside you. “What happened to you saying ‘please,’ huh? You can do better than that, dollface.”

You tighten around his fingers, and you can practically feel the grin on his face as he waits for your pleas. “God, fuck, Rocket, you know damn well what you’re doing to me,” you groan, heavy breaths interrupting almost every word.

“Try again, sweetheart,” he retorts, savoring the desperation all over your face. Eager to feel more of him, you steadily move your hips, fucking yourself onto his fingers in response to his refusal. “Beg me for it, and I’ll fuck you, just like you wanted.”

“Please, Rocket? I need you to fuck me, please; I want your cock inside me so goddamn badly- please just fuck me already-”

Rocket, convinced by your pleas, complies and interrupts you by undoing his clothing and unzipping his pants while you whimper at the sudden removal of his now-soaked fingers.

He lines his hips up with yours, the look on his face ravenous; he finally pushes into you slowly. You’re left to grip tightly on his shoulders, watching as his cock disappears into you. He’s smaller than an average male human but relatively girthy, and you feel his tip brush against your G-spot. You whimper from his entrance, feeling full as he completely bottoms you out, massaging your inner walls.

Rocket’s breath hitches as he slowly starts to work you open, his hands spreading your thighs apart for better access. He groans, setting a languid pace as he ruts into your warm and inviting cunt. You raise your hips a little higher in response, aching to feel more of him. His current tempo is sloppier than before, now being guided by his pleasure instead of yours alone. The wet sound of Rocket’s hips rolling into yours is pornographic and explicit; you can hear him fucking in and out of your cunt. You’re sure that your wetness has gotten all over Rocket’s fur by now, but at the moment, he doesn’t mind.

One of his hands leaves your thigh to offer attention to your swollen clit, gently circling around it, while the other hand grips you harshly. Rocket becomes noticeably more vocal as his pace quickens, albeit opting for low grunts and moans. The pleasure builds up in your lower stomach, and your lower lip trembles as you grip the bunk’s bedsheets.

“Shit, Rocket, you feel so good,” you mewl, stumbling over your words while he erratically thrusts into you. Rocket’s greedy for every moan that leaves your lips, hoping to wring every one of them out your mouth. He grunts, pace unfaltering as your walls flutter around his cock, tightening around him like you don’t want him to let go.

“You’re doin’ so well for me, sweetheart,” Rocket huffs, his almost soft voice contradicting his frenzied rhythm. You whimper and whine with each thrust, enjoying how Rocket fills you up with his cock, and how the curve hits your G-spot. “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me.”

Tension builds in your stomach, and your toes curl from the sheer pleasure. Despite Rocket’s unrelenting tempo, the feel of his hands and the look on his face is strangely soft and tender. His fingers circle around your clit more quickly, and you feel heat spread under your skin.

“Rocket, I’m getting close,” you murmur, the burning coil within your abdomen intensifying with each second he pumps inside you. With a moan, you let out a shaky breath as he rocks his hips into yours, feeling dangerously close to your climax. From watching him loudly groan and how he haphazardly ruts into you, he’s also close to orgasm.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so beautiful like this,” Rocket praises, inhaling sharply as his cock twitches inside you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.”

Without a second thought, you nod, succumbing to pleasure as Rocket pounds himself into you, his hand rubbing at your clit. Tiny beads of sweat pool on your forehead as you begin to finish, and Rocket rolls a thumb over your nipple, almost encouraging you to cum. Your walls spasm around his cock, begging him to do the same. The feeling of him inside you, combined with the constant attention your clit receives, is overstimulating, and you’re barely able to hold back from coming.

“Inside me, Rocket,” you beg, trembling from sensitivity and euphoria. “Please, cum inside me.”

Rocket only grins, a smug look forming on his face. The white coil only amplifies, reducing you to a wordless, desperate mess underneath him until it finally snaps, and you come undone on his cock. Eyes rolling back from the increased pleasure, you see stars in your blurred vision; you spasm around him, and with a few last strokes, Rocket cums inside you, emptying himself inside you. His pace slows as you convulse around him, attempting to milk every drop of his cum, and your heartbeat slows from its high.

His last strokes are sloppy and frantic; Rocket huffs as he finally drains every bit of himself inside you. Your muscles tense from aftershocks, and you hear Rocket silently swear. With an embarrassingly wet squelch sound, Rocket pulls out his cock, leaving some of his cum to drip from your cunt, and onto your thighs. Trying to regain your strength, you momentarily remain silent, basking in the afterglow, and he does the same.

Your breathing is labored, still coming down from your high. “Sorry I got your fur wet,” you beam, your knees still weak from copulation, and Rocket lets out a low laugh. You shift your body over to the far side of the bunk, offering Rocket space to sit next to you. Without a word, he complies, his back laid against your front, and he sighs in contentment.

“I’ll shower in the mornin,’ doll,” he replies, fixing his messy hair, attempting to freshen up. Rocket’s head rests on your neck; hesitantly, you put your arm around him, but he doesn’t mind it, although it takes him a second to adjust to the newfound affection. You contentedly sigh, languidly running your fingers through his soft fur, and Rocket practically melts at the touch of your fingers.

“Y'know, I really like you, Rocket,” you quietly whisper, although just loud enough for him to hear. Rocket doesn’t respond for a few seconds, leaving you in empty silence and a tiny bit of nervousness. 'Love' is a strong word; the word 'like' is weaker. However, right now, both don't fit right coming out of your mouth. It's too late to retract saying 'I really like you,' but before you can conjure a second thought, Rocket gathers his voice.

“Yeah. I like you a whole lot too." Your face softens, and you wrap your arms around him, surprisingly being met with no protest from Rocket. You softly kiss his forehead and doze off into slumber, Rocket huddled in your arms. Tomorrow morning, you’re certain Star-Lord would barge into your bunk to wake you up for the next contract, but for now, you’re happy to lay in bed and worry about it later.

#🪐 - gotg fics #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket x reader #rocket x reader smut #rocket raccoon x reader smut #rocket x you #rocket raccoon x you

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starglow-xx · 1 year

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— Oh Baby!

part 2! - a solution? sure, let’s call it that

heartslabyul & savanaclaw x f! reader

synopsis: when the boys of heartslabyul and savanaclaw get turned to kids, who else is supposed to take of them except their beloved prefect? go figure. damn you crowley. oh, and you too grim.

fandom: twisted wonderland

type of work: part of mini series! : “Oh Baby!” ; written segment, fluff / platonic themes, comedy? ; check out pt. 1 here!

warnings: a stressed prefect pt. 2, unedited

a/n: YALL it’s been a year since i posted the first part to this and obviously since then i’ve completed the books for octavinelle, scarabia, and pomefiore, so maybe they’ll have future appearances later hehe but no promises

“you’re telling me you don’t know how to fix this?!” you whisper yelled.

“that’s what i said was it not?”

you wanted to scream in frustration at the headmaster but refrained yourself from doing so as your newly turned baby friends were oh so peacefully playing in the common room as you and crowley talked in the kitchen, and didn’t want to draw attention.

“loosey duecey! loosey duecey! loosey duecey! loosey duecey!”

“shut up!”

maybe peacefully was too good of a word in this situation.

“WELL THEN! it seems that i am no longer needed so i will take my leave—”

“get the hell back here for seven’s sake! and didn’t i tell you to keep your voice down?!”

“but—”

“shut up! if you won’t help me solve my problem then don’t speak at all!” you continued to whisper yell.

“...”

“seriously?!”

with strength that you usually save for rounding up ace, deuce, and grim (on normal circumstances), you grab the stupid headmaster by the back of his cloak thing as he turns away from you to make his escape.

“oh no you don’t!”

the bird for brains had the audacity to sigh at you like he was the one inconvenienced with 8 children. 8 actual children.

“ms. prefect, you must understand, that despite how gracious i am, i simply do not have time for—”

“i’ll go on strike if you don’t help me!”

“...come again?”

you sweatdrop as you let go of his cloak. you didn’t really think the whole thing through, it kind of just came out of you mouth, but it seemed to get his attention so you’re going to have to role with it dammit.

“t-that’s right!”

you cursed in your head slightly as you stammer. there’s no turning back!

“i’ll for once since i’ve gotten here be an normal student! so that means no cleaning after your messes, doing chores that shouldn’t be my responsibility, fighting stupid overblots blah blah blah, you get the picture?”, you threaten.

crowley is silent as he contemplates your words.

“and no, holding housing or allowance over my head is not going to work, because i will literally get myself adopted by another dorm or so help me.”

at that, crowley sighs once again, but this time in defeat at the teenage girl in front of him.

“all right, i’ll go work with the staff to try and figure something out.”

phew.

“however!”

god dammit you can never win can you.

crowley with a stern voice as he wags one of his fingers shatters your hopes and dreams with a simple, “the children must stay here!”

you couldn’t believe your ears, and started to yell, forgetting about whisper yelling.

“what?! why?! i’m asking for help with them because i can’t handle it!”

he simply raises an eyebrow at you.

“do you think it’ll be beneficial and efficient to have the children running around potions and stacks of books while we try and find their cure?”

you sigh, disappointed but not surprised at his rebuttal.

“...no sir”

“great! i guess we’re on the same page after all! i wish you the best of luck prefect, for i am gracious.”

you deadpan.

“right of course. whatever would i do without your help headmaster”

“oh you’d probably perish!”

“that was sarcasm”

ignoring your retort, the man dramatically swished his coat cape thing nearly whacking you in the face (you’re 98% sure it was on purpose) as you feel a migraine start coming on, and the you 15 minutes ago wouldn’t believe it wasn’t because of the children.

after a deep sigh, you follow after crowley reentering what grim dubbed as the “danger zone” only to catch the evasive headmaster walk out the door and shut it behind them.

from where you’re standing, you hear grim, who’s awake now, but still lying on the floor, mumble something along the lines of “useless” and you couldn’t agree more.

you eye the handful of children running around and yelling at each other.

oh great seven, this is going to be one hell of a migraine.

i love their shenanigans <33

as always, reblogs and shares are appreciated! i hope you all stay safe! and just in case nobody told you they loved you today, i love you! you are enough! <3

writing belongs to me! please do not plagiarize, repost, or translate on here or any other sites!

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chocotonez · 2 years

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txt love languages: acts of service

a/n: OK HIII so I decided to do a series for some of my fandoms and I wanted to start w txt :)) I love love languages and I find them so interesting but they’re never rlly niche and small so I wanted to have a sort of domestic aspect ok u don’t rlly care so I’m just gonna get it started now!! enjoy!! (I’ll be posting the skz version later <333)

genre/warnings: suggestive in some parts, mainly fluff?? some might be confused w gift giving oops

yeonjun

-he’s a big giver in every sense of the word, massages, in bed, to just doing ur dishes lmao

-if you leave earlier than him in the morning, he’ll clean up the remnants of your routine and fix the bed (unless he’s also in a rush, if not he’ll just leave a sticky note saying how much he loves you)

-he picks you up from work/school/airport, etc, or just walks you from the metro. he will literally always do this and texts to check up on you if he’s away

-like if he’s in America and you’re in Korea, and he realizes over there it’s around the time that you’ll be getting home he always manages to ask if ur home <3

-he cares deeply for ur well being so he’s always doing his best to look out for you, bandaids and kisses any wounds, brushes/washes your hair if you had a bad day, he’s such a mom lololol

soobin

-Invented acts of service tbh

-tends to cook for you, breakfast, lunch, leaves dinner in the fridge if he can’t make it home on time…

-he also picks up ur parcels and takes out ur trash but he expects cuddles and kisses in exchange <333

-jokes that he’s just your maid but he’s never asked to do these things for you, he always does, and if he wants to clean he ALWAYS asks if can go through certain items or drawers

-teaches you how to cook and take care of yourself when he’s away so you don’t die :D

-I honestly think he’s more sporadic than Yeonjun in checking-up texts where it’s like “hey I know it’s 3 am but make sure to brush your teeth”

-he’s the silent protector, he’s always in your corner and takes care of you, even if he’s not the loudest about it

beomgyu

-this bitch is the loudest about it

-he prefers to receive acts of service imo cuz it means a lot to him, but he doesn’t even realize he’s doing things for you, it’s just second nature

-“ur so lucky you have me u forgot to turn the mf stove off!!”

-he picks up after you in a sense?? but always makes fun of u afterwards, like if u trip over your shoelaces he double knots them while laughing, if you can’t move some furniture on your own he’ll tease you while helping you, it’s an eye for an eye

-of course there are some things he does that he doesn’t even realize, I just said that oops, anyways he closes your shampoo bottles for you, he shuts off your laptop if u forgot, and he adds events on your shared calendar since he’ll just randomly remember it

-im out of ideas so im gonna throw in the hc that if you have a pet he looks out for it like he looks out for you <3

taehyun

-his acts of service are intermingled with physical touch

-so he’ll hold your hand while crossing the street, or you two do massage nights where you’ll help each other relax (sometimes more), he wakes you up knowing you’ll sleep through your alarm with soft kisses, etc etc

-I don’t think he’s protective in the emotional sense, but more of your physical well being. he kills bugs for you, he always brings hand sanitizer, he checks both ways before you two cross a road and he double checks the weather in the morning before you go out

-he cares a lot for your comfort, but will tease you about being like royalty whenever you ask if he has any hand lotion or tissues with you

-“always needing to be pampered~”

-if you ever whine and deny his service because of this he’ll respond w even more teasing but making sure to comply w ur needs <33

huening kai

-I associate him so much with gift giving and words of affirmation it was kinda difficult to figure this out

-like,,,maybe similar to taehyun in the sense of blending two love languages but also not really?? anyways I think the best way to put his acts of services are small but plentiful

-he’s kinda ditzy, so he won’t put reminders on your phone like the others or check your schedule, but he remembers your coffee order just the way you like it

-he learns the things you’re interested in so he can discuss it with you, he listens when you want to talk to him about something, he lies and says the food you cooked tasted good and proceeds to eat it all just to see you smile, and he hangs up any clothes he finds laying around before you get home

-they can seem pretty insignificant to others, but it means the world to get home to him watching your favorite show so he can talk about the newest episodes with you

#txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt reactions #txt headcanons #hueningkai x reader #yeonjun x reader #taehyun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #this isn’t proofread and kinda shitty but oh well

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antiwhores · 2 years

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I really loved ur short story ‘Bakugou’s game’ I would love to see a part 2 of it. Maybe a few months later or something reader is trying to get over bakugou and is really cold to him when he tries to fix their relationship and he sees her at a party with a date and he gets super jealous and possessive after seeing them together. Which leads to make up sex and hopefully reader giving bakugou a chance to make it up to her. Or be totally angsty and make reader pull a uno reverse of him.

Bakugou’s Game: Part 2.

Requested by: @jasmixs @ooftrain-12 @tsukikoxo @coffeeginie

Part one: https://antiwhores.tumblr.com/post/693877274172440576/bakugous-game

Sorry this shit took so long frfr. Ive been SO busy lately to the point its actually insane. Havent had time to even write a sliver of this. Yall probably lost interest but ill post it anyone out of respect for the og request

Warnings: Jealousy, minor violence (reader slaps bakugou again LOL L bozo), rough sex, creampie, happy ending and shit, make up sex, NOT EDITED - BARE WITH ME HERE.

Bakugou was misreable without you, the break up eats him away until he forced himself to go out to speak to you.

Bakugou never understood the idea of someone being so sorrowful about a break up that they forget their pride and beg for the person back. That is, until now. He’s starting to understand why people take break ups so badly. Cause he’s taking it badly.

Everyday is a new thing to notice. Everyday is a new thing he didn’t even know he was used to after dating you so long gone.

When he came home to his apartment you weren’t there to welcome him. When he walked past the bathroom you wernt there to sing horrible on purpose in the shower to annoy him. When he ate at the table you wernt there to tell him about your day in an exaggerated tone. When he sat down on the bed without changing you wernt there to yell at him for his outside clothes touching the clean mattress. When he spiced his food to hot you wernt there to dramatically cough and pretend to fall over. When he woke up in the middle of the night you weren’t there to tell him to “close them damn eyes again”.

Everything was different. He hasn’t moved a single bit of his furniture yet the house changed drastically.

He started to lack on his chores, throwing himself into his hero work. He exhausted his body to the point of throwing up. That and the combination of the lack of sleep and the lack of rest.

He had nightmares of how he acted. It would usually play out with you doing what he did to you. It was insufferable. Every single thing in his dream was something that he’s done before.

He looked down at his phone with his newly founder insomniac eyes.

Doll, Im so sorry. It will NEVER happen again. Im a fucking idiot and I’d do anything to make it up to you. Please just respond back.

Read 34 days ago

Y/n, I see you reading my texts. Just please let me apologize.

Read 33 days ago

Do you still want that car? I know you told me to not buy it but I’ll order it without a second thought if you talk to me. Please.

Read 32 days ago

Okay, Im sorry about the car thing. That was weird. I don’t think you’re a prize to be won with money. I just want you back.

Seen 31 days ago

Stopping by your house today, I need to see you.

Seen 29 days ago

Im sorry. I can’t loose you y/n. I cant.

Seen 27 days ago

My mom is so mad at me. I dont blame her, loosing you is like loosing half of my heart.

Seen 25 days ago

Its been so long since I’ve lived without you I dont know how to do its

Seen 23 days ago

Please love me again.

Seen 22 days ago

I know you see these. Do you enjoy seeing me like this?

Seen 19 days ago

I love you.

Seen 16 days ago

No other person will ever count to me. That stupid bitch at the bar is nothing compared to you. None of them are.

Seen 15 days ago

I left a letter under your mattress. Please read it.

Seen 12 days ago

Coming to your house tomorrow, I really need to see you. I’ll do anything.

Seen 9 days ago

The notes still here, you really break my heart. You know that?

Seen 8 days ago.

I still love you.

Seen 5 days ago

Ill fucking never look at another girl again. Swear.

Seen 4 days ago

I love you even more today

Seen 2 days ago

Whenever you’re ready.

Sent just now.

It was true, you read every single text. You read them almost 10 times over. You weren’t ready to respond.

At first, Bakugou’s texts confused you. This was against his pride. He would never suck up to you like this. So you laid it down to drunk, sad, sleepy, and/or desperate texts. It wasn’t his character so naturally you went looking for answers.

The last month has been terrible for you too. You were staying at your bestfriends house, who was GLAD to have you.

You avoided everything that mentioned him. News, certain social media platforms, public areas, etc. if it wasnt for your friend, you wouldve never gone out.

After that last text he stopped reaching out for the coming months. Things were peaceful, you were okay.

You hadn’t gone back to any club/parties since the incident. But your friend, being a party person, forced you out to a nearby club. They also made you agree to going with this guy, whatever his name was, to have a little blind date. Your friend figured it’d been a couple months and you needed to touch some bitches. You were against it, still getting over Bakugou, but they used the favor you owed them to seal the deal.

So now you found yourself at the club, chatting with a guy at one of the booths. He was actually tolerable, not your type romantically, but someone you’d be friends with. You supposed that the first step to a relationship was being friends so you continued to persue.

He was rather handsome too, not godly handsome like your ex- you needed to stop doing that. Comparing everyone to Bakugou is whats gonna make you single for life. Bakugou was not an easy man to pass.

You laughed at his joke as he continued to tell it. “Yeah man, she was crazy! She ended up calling my mom and telling her that I had set the house on fire! My mom was worried to death! Then she hit me after she found out the house was okay like I told her!”

You shook your head, “Exes man, I swear!” He leaned down towards you, “You got any exes that make you want to start a war?” You immediately nodded, “My last ex was a handful.” “Did he tell your mom you set the house on fire too?” You laughed, “Nahh, thatd be so much easier to manage. My ex, well, he-“

Prying red eyes watched you from the corner of the room. Bakugou didn’t even wanna come to this club tonight. He was, like you, forced to come out of pity of his friends. To think he could’ve missed the chance to see you and this guy flirting and laughing together.

It could be a close friend, maybe a relative, he didnt know. He wasnt close enough to make oht a single word. There was some part of him that aas glad for that nad another part that was incredibly annoyed.

No matter who it was, Bakugou’s hands started to smoke up. His teeth gritted hard against eachother. While he was moaping and suffering you were over here on what looks like a date?

It took everything in him to not just stomp over there and drag you away from the piece of shit. He was glad he hadn’t enough alcohol in him to follow those urges… to a degree.

So he waited. He waited for an opportunity. And he sure as hell got one.

“Oh!” You gasp at the ringing of your phone. You tilt the screen towards you before looking back up at your date with apologetic eyes. “Sorry, I absolutely need to take this!” He laugh, “its okay!” His back cracks when he lifts his arms to stretch. “I needa go to the restroom anyway!”

You smiled that smile that he loved. The smile that should only be directed at him. Not at some random guy you just met.

He stalked carefully behind the guy until he was walking into the back hallway with him. The guy barely had a chance to comprehend a single thought before he was slammed up against the wall with his shirt fisted by the blonde.

The man looked startled and freightened. Who wouldnt be? Bakugou’s stare was one to rival Medusa’s. He felt frozen by the pure hatred glazed over.

“What the hell are you doing with y/n.” The sentence came out between his teeth. The man put his hands up defensively, “Aye man, we’re just on a blind date!”

Bakugou’s palms sparkled threateningly, “Im gonna give yoh one chance,” He leaned down to be exactly in the guys face, “Fuck. Off.”

That was all the guy needed before he was out of the door and on his way home. An immediate wave of relief washed over him at the thought of the date finally ending. The positive emotions quickly disappeared at the sound of a famiiar voice, his favorite voice. “Seriously?”

He snapped his head over to look at you. You were even more heavenly up close, just as he remmebered but better. Your arms were folded and you looked at him with such disapproval that he wanted to immediately crawl to his knees and apologize.

“We’re not even fucking dating anymore. You just chased off my date.” He winced, “Fuck.” You scoffed at his curse to whomever. “I should be saying that not you. Leave me alone, asshat.”

Before he could stop himself he had grabbed your arm and pulled you into the closest vacant guest room. He pinned you against the doorway. You were wide eyed and your mouth slightly open. It had happened in an instant, so fast your brain was still trying to comprehend him grabbing your wrist.

Bakugou bit his lip so hard you thought it would bleed. He didn’t know were to start. This day had been rehearsed in his mind over and over again. Yet the words, the speeches, and the numerous i love you’s were gone.

“Im sorry.” Was all he could get out. Your eyebrows furrowed when he mumbled the words. He snaked his hand around your waist as he whispered in your ear. “Im sorry. Im sorry, swear on it y/n. Talk to me again. I miss you. I’m sorry.”

His head dove into your neck, kissing and sucking on every sensitive spot he gained access too. You didnt even have time to gasp before his thigh pried both your legs open. He grinded the muscle against you.

It took everything in your being to not just give in and let him pleasure you. The resolve in your head, the one that told you that him acting like this is conmmunication is what ended the relationship in the first place, slapped the hell out of you though.

His face broke as you roughly pushed him away. He whimpered while trying to trail his hands on his belt to unbuckle it.

The skin of your palm met his face quickly. He completely stopped this time. The sound of the slap reverbing in his head along with the sting. Not just the sting of the slap, but the sting of knowing he fucked up again.

“Have you learnt anything?!” You yelled, tears brimming in your eyes. “This is the reason we broke up! You can’t resolve everything with sex!” You jammed your finger into his chest, “Start thinking with your head instead of your dick! After all this time, I thought you changed. Im so ignorant.”

You turned to leave out the door. Bakugou saw everything flash before his eyes. He saw the relationship you and him had before. He saw the relationship you could have now. And he saw the relationship that fucked up and now has fucked up his life.

“I dont know HOW!” He didn’t mean to yell, really. But something just snapped in him. You stopped to listen so he continued. “I’ve spent the last several weeks missing you. I never even realized how much I fucking… damn it!”

The knot in his throat was getting tighter. You hadn’t turned around yet. “But I just dont know how…” His voice broke halfway through the sentence. He wrapped his arms around you. You felt no lustful intent, only the desire to hold his #1. “I only know how to show my love through fucking. I can be more open! I just dont know how!”

He started to shake, squeezing you even tighter. After a long while, you finally spoke.

“Then I’ll teach you how.” He looks up in bewilderment, is this you forgiving him? In one swift movement you pushed yourself towards him. You grabbed his worried face, tilting him up to look you in the eyes. He was panicked, a panick you’ve only seen a few times since knowing him. “But for now, tell me how you feel in the ways you understand.”

He seemed confused when your hands encircled around his belt and snagged it off. “What? Wait-“ you cut him off with a hefty palm on his clothed cock. His breath caught into his throat. He barely chocked back the moan that you attempted to tear from him as you dove your hands under his pants. He was puzzled, yet his arousal and the feels of your hands encircle around his throbbing cock hypnotized him.

Instinctively, he reached between your legs to rub you in return. He whined when your hand gently pulled his away. “I’m okay, you just focus.”

Easy for you to say, he thought, or atleast tried to. It wasn’t easy to focus on the situation when you began to pull his cock out and rub it against your entrance. It felt too good. It had been too long. Too long having to rub himself out to a picture of you. The real deal felt euphoric.

His hips bucked into yours, starting at a brutal pace. He picked up your legs to give himself more range. The sounds of skin on skin were loud, not as loud as the combined sound of the moans and groans you both chocked out, but loud.

He tilted his head back, his whole chest was flushed a deep red. He cursed into your neck where he had begun to lick and suck. “Damn it, I-I missed you.” Your whole body tensed when he angled himself to hit that spot deep inside of you. It was your turn to curse.

“I just- these past couple of weeks- nghhh… ive been- I cant live without you alright!” His thrusts picked up, “I regret everything I have ever done to make you upset- hhhnnm…”

Tears well up in your eyes when you start to reach your orgasm. You weren’t gonna last long either. Like him, the sensation was a lot after being away from eachother so long. He had forgotten his strength as he thrusted into you so hard you wouldn’t doubt if angry bruises were already forming.

“Katsuki… I love you,” You whined desperately. He started to unwind, tensing and untenseing, when you came around his cock while moans spilled through your mouth. It almost hurt how stong the orgasm was. Almost.

He bite into his lips so hard it began to draw blood. “Fuck, I love you too y/n! So fucking much!” With that he exploded inside you. His hot seed painted your walls without missing a single spot.

He slowly lifts you down to your feet, only to stabalize you when your knees buckle. He wrapped his arms around you, “I fucking missed you.” You breathed in deeply when he kissed at your temple, “I missed you too Katsuki.”

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daddyy333 · 9 months

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Ari Levinson fluff

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

word count: 1.5k

warnings: talks about periods, period cramps, reader is embarrassed about her period, ?

summary: Y/n tries to hide her period for her boyfriend Ari, but he always finds out the truth, and he’s not happy about it.

“Babe! Come on, mama, we got a busy day, what are you doing still in bed gorgeous girl?” Your loving, adorable bear cub of a boyfriend said as he came in. You sighed and sat up, running a hand through your hair. “Sorry, I’m just…I’m a little tired today I couldn’t really sleep” you said and he sighed.

He sat down, kissing your head as he handed you a cold glass of water. You gulped the thing down and he asked “what’s going on? Are you sure you’re alright?” You nodded and smiled softly, patting his face.

He shook his head, a gorgeous grin peeking out of his full beard. He tapped your thigh and said “I want you out of this bed and ready to make beds for me in 15 minutes or you’re gonna be in trouble, baby” “ooh, really?” You challenged jokingly and he stood up, kissing your cheek.

“Yea, I’ll spank you” he threatened, a goofy grin telling you he wasn’t even slightly serious and threw a t-shirt at you, finding a pair of shorts and tossing those over too. You giggled and shook your head, watching him blow you a kiss.

You caught it, placing it right over your heart and he winked at you, running over to the kitchen to continue helping with breakfast. You sighed, falling back into bed.

You started your period last night and went to bed early so you could deal with the cramps and hopefully fall asleep before Ari came to bed but you had to fake sleep until you heard his gentle snores and spent majority of the night squirming around and trying to breathe through the pain. You had no way to relieve the pain out here, so all you could do was suffer and wait it out.

You didn’t want to bother Ari with these stupid girl problems, there are far more important things going on than your period cramps. You’re here to save lives, not whine about being in pain for just a few days.

You got up a few minutes later and got dressed, brushing your teeth and throwing your hair up in a messy bun. 20 minutes later you finally mustered up the strength to get up and start fixing up rooms.

You made beds, collected the laundry, cleaned up the bathroom, and even cleaned up the breakfast dishes and the mess in the kitchen for them. You were exhausted by the time you were done, and it took a lot longer than normal because the pain was unbearable.

You hadn’t seen Ari a whole lot and you were trying to avoid every one in general just because you didn’t want to have to talk about it. You honestly felt embarrassed, Rachel never seems to go through anything half as bad when she’s on her period.

“My love, those clothes you h- baby? Hey, hey y/n what’s wrong?” He said, you knew he was instantly worried because he said your name and his tone was enough to show how scared he was. Your face was scrunched up in pain and you were holding your stomach in some hope that maybe it’ll help the pain.

“I- I’m- ugh!” You groaned, tears filling your eyes. He bent down in front of you, cupping your cheeks and quickly trying to move your hand and see what was wrong. You whined, shaking his hand off.

“Please, y/n, you have to let me see. What happened? Did someone hurt you?” He asked frantically. He was worried someone would get to you and hurt you because of your relationship to him or your job or any number of reasons to be quite honest.

“No, n-no, I’m okay! I-It’s…It’s stupid, Ari” you said, taking a deep breath and slowly opening your eyes, wiping away the tears. His eyebrows furrowed and he said “y/n! Why are you hiding something from me? I can see something is wrong- baby, you’re scaring me!”

“It’s just my period, Ari! It’s nothing, I’ll go get the laundry” you said, voice shaky and hands also shaky as you stood up slowly and tried to walk away. He stopped you, one hand on your arm and the other resting on the small of your back as he said “sweetheart, why didn’t you tell me?”

“What?” You said quietly, you almost weren’t sure Ari knew what a period was, he didn’t seem like a guy who was very educated on women’s body’s, at least to you. “Why did you tell me you were having bad cramps? Is that why you stayed in bed late this morning? God, I knew something was off” he said and you cleared your throat.

“Ari, it’s stupid, and I’ve been going through this for years. I can still do my job, I’m fine” you said and he rolled his eyes. He scooped you up, making you jump a little as his strong arms plucked right off the ground in the blink of an eye.

He carried you to your room as he said “why would you say something like that, huh? I don’t care if you think this is something stupid, I think it’s serious. You’re in pain, my gorgeous girl, and just because a problem specific to girls doesn’t mean it’s not my problem at all. You're the love of my life, damn it, and I’m gonna take care of you cause it’s my job”

He laid you down in the bed, pulling your shorts off cause he knew you like to sleep without pants on, he swore it was just to tease him but you’d been sleeping that way since you were a teenager. “Next time, I want you to tell me when you’re in pain like this. God, I’m a terrible boyfriend. You shouldn’t be working, you need to rest. You want me to find you some snacks? We still have some strawberries from the shipment” he said and you smiled a little.

You shook your head and said “it’s- it’s fine, really” “babe, you’re killing me! Let me help you, darn it” he said and you both laughed. He leaned down and kissed you, caressing your stomach softly and you groaned into his mouth.

He pulled back and you tried to play it off but you couldn’t, a hiss escaping your pretty lips as you felt a few spasms in your back as if what was already happening wasn’t enough. “Awh, baby girl” he said and you shook your head, letting your head fall back onto the pillow.

He laid down next to you and you sighed, grabbing your back and trying to massage the pain away. He brushed your hair back and said “how can I help you?” “You don’t…think it’s gross? Or annoying?” You asked and Ari scoffed.

He sat up slightly, leaning against the wall as he said “y/n- what are you talking about? Why would I think it’s annoying? You can’t control it, and I’m an amazing boyfriend so obviously I’m gonna be here for you and take care of you. So, I ask again. How can I help?”

“I don’t know, Ari…I don’t think there’s anything to do but…suffer” you said and he smiled sadly. He cupped your cheeks and said “then suffer in my arms, yea?” You shook your head and nuzzled into his chest, placing a hand on his waist.

He kissed your head and said “how bad is it, huh?” “Well, I’m okay for now…but it’s pretty bad because it’s like the first day and stuff” you said and he nodded. You sighed and brushed his hair behind his hair, before Max ran in.

“What the hell are you doin, asshole? We got things to do, quit trying to risk a pregnancy in here” he said and you giggled, whilst Ari blushed in embarrassment. He chuckled and said “if you take care of my shit for me for the next few days I’ll do whatever you want for a week”

“Babe,” you said and he covered your mouth, making you squeal. Max rolled his eyes and said “whatever” before he left, closing the door for you. He moved his hand and you shook your head, smiling up at him. You could never actually be mad at him.

He caressed your cheek and your eyes squeezed shut, a pain sigh leaving your lips. “Sweetheart?” he said and you groaned, burying your face into his chest. He caressed your waist, letting you squeeze his arm.

“I’m sorry, babe” he whispered softly, running his hands through your hair. You whined and said “It’s…just- it’s so a-annoying” “I know, I know,” he said and kissed your head a few times.

You groaned, relaxing slightly as you took in a deep breath. “Just try to breathe through it, yea? I’m right here, my sweet girl” he said and you nodded, smiling a little. You cuddled closer to him and he held you tight, massaging your back just right, helping you fall asleep in his strong arms.

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As of now l'm writing for

Eddie Munson

Lo’ak

Neteyam

Sebastian Stan

Bucky Barnes

CW!Bucky Barnes

Chris Evans

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Geralt of Rivia

Henry Cavill

So just comment the taglist you want to be added to and l'll add you :)

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underratedandoverit · 8 months

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Welcome Home

640 words orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)

just something short and sweet. just fluff if even that. i just needed to do something tonight, its been like a week since ive done anything and even longer since ive posted, tho reasons for that are varied (aka im sick, i was in london, had to prep things for london, and have been working on a few longer things that i wanna post in full when they are done so posting has been kinda lacking recently due to that, but things are coming eventually!). but heres this. just something short. yay ~

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Cassidy carefully pushed the front door open after unlocking it, pulling the sunglasses from his face as he stepped inside. His heart had already sank a little as the taxi had pulled him up to the front yard and all the lights inside had been out, knowing that he was coming back to a silent, asleep house. Cassidy had been hoping that there was at least one lit room on the other side of the house, but when he got inside to total darkness and silence, he deflated a little bit more at his hopeful thoughts.

Damn those delayed flights.

He parked his suitcases in the hallway, carefully taking off his shoes. The jean jacket likewise came off, leaving him standing there in the darkness for a while as Cassidy contemplated his next step.

Soon enough he ditched any extra thoughts though, knowing that he was too tired to fix up a snack or too hopeful in thinking that Kip would still be awake to greet him. Cassidy had told him that he would have been back home twelve hours ago originally, and after all the flight delays he just hadn’t been sure anymore, and eventually Kip had just stopped texting him about it after one last time.

“I’ll be waiting whenever you get here. I love you. Fly safe.”

Cassidy had known there was no way Kip was still going to be awake by the time he actually got back, but something about it still stung a little. Maybe it was just because he was tired, overworked, had just spent a ridiculous amount of time waiting at a goddamn airport and then on a flight just to get back home… Maybe it was all of those things combined.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, Cassidy quietly headed upstairs, hoping to at least catch some sleep finally if nothing else. They could have their sweet reunion moment in the morning, a few hours later than he had hoped, but it was better than nothing. He had already held on for a few days, a few more hours was an easy enough thing to do.

Pushing the bedroom door open as quietly as possible, a small smile climbed up on his lips as Cassidy spotted the sleeping figure in the bed, even in the very dim room knowing exactly what he was looking at. As Kip didn’t react to him stepping inside the room, Cassidy assumed him to be fast asleep already. He didn’t blame Kip, it was the dead hours of the night after all.

Moving to the side of the bed he sat down on it, undoing the top layer of the clothes he was wearing. No matter how tired he was, sleeping in jeans and socks especially was a huge no for him, Cassidy just casually dropping the pile of clothes to the floor, making a mental note to clean them up in the morning. He carefully pulled the blanket aside from his side of the bed, making sure to not disturb Kip’s peaceful sleep as Cassidy settled down on his spot, letting out a quiet sigh of relief as he was finally laying down after hours of agonizing travel issues.

As sleep had almost claimed him, Cassidy could feel the bed shift under him slightly, soon enough a familiar pair of arms wrapping around his waist. He smiled a little as he felt another body pressing against his back, a tired, slightly accented voice mumbling against the back of his neck, clearly barely conscious himself.

“Welcome home, Clementine.”

Cassidy reached a hand to the back of his neck, running it through Kip’s hair as the Brit snuggled closer against him. He didn’t reply anything back to him, knowing they were both too exhausted for conversations right now, and they had the entire tomorrow to catch up again.

#drabble #character: kip sabian #character: orange cassidy #ship: orangekip #aew fanfiction #wrestling fanfiction

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wonubb · 1 year

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Will We Ever Get Married? - Cheol

Hi all. Changed my mind and decided to have the whole story in 1 post only. Sorry and please re-read. :) Thank you all for the likes, RB. To the new followers, hello. :)

“Baby, I have a question.” You said to your boyfriend who is busy cleaning the dirty dishes. Your system has always been like this since you decided to leave together 5 months ago - you cook then Cheol will do the dishes.

“Sure, what’s that?” He asked and glanced at you quickly.

“Will we ever get married?” You asked while still looking at him.

You heard a rattling sound of spoon and fork in the sink. Cheol looked down to fix the mess and wasn’t able to respond quickly. “Well, ummm… let me just finish this, kay?” To you, it sounded like a no.

“Don’t worry about it. It was a silly question by the way.” You stood up to walk to your bedroom but he was quick to hold your wrist to stop you from walking away.

“Hey, hey, sorry I kind of got caught off guard.” He looked and sounded sincere. Nevertheless, it didn’t stop your heart from squeezing a bit. You didn’t say anything and waited if he has anything to add. All you heard was ‘ahhh this is not it, this is not it.’

“You know what Cheol, I’ll go freshen up. It’s been a long day for both of us.” Your resigned tone made him so nervous it felt like you are suddenly drifting away.

“Wait, baby…”

“Wait… okay. Let me tell you something, yeah?” He looked intently at you while holding your hands.

“Go ahead, it’s not like I can go anywhere but here.” You smiled weakly at him.

“Okay.. here goes. I was planning the perfect surprise for you. I already have the venue, planned the whole thing. I was really just caught off guard with the question. Doesn’t mean I wouldn’t want to marry you because believe me, it’s all I’ve been thinking these past few months.” He explained in length while maintaining a tight grip on your hands.

“Oh, Cheol. Sorry if I ruined the surprise.” You hugged him, feeling extremely sorry. Knowing him, he would have planned this a long time.

“It’s okay, baby. I’d rather you know the plan than thinking I don’t have any plans at all for our future. But please act surprise, yes?”

“I can act surprise. I am sure though that it’ll still be so memorable.” You intertwined your hands together.

“But… may I know why you ask that all of a sudden?”

“Oh about that. Chan and Seungkwan have been sending me pictures of wedding gowns saying I’d look really beautiful in any of them.” You remembered getting a new request for a GC named team bride (boochan only). You were so fascinated with the designs they sent you forgot to asked why are they giving you wedding gown suggestions.

“Those pricks. I’ll have a word with them tomorrow.” Cheol did a forehead slap and quickly picked his phone from the counter. Minutes later he’s talking to BooChan.

“Okay so maybe it’s actually my fault.” He started. “I forgot to tell my members that I didn’t propose in our anniversary last Monday. They thought I’d pop the question during our dinner.” He shook his head while he remembered that night.

“Really? So all this and I’m the only one who’s clueless?”

“Yeah well now, not entirely but you owe me that big reaction when I finally and formally ask the question.” He pulled you to a tight hug.

Finally getting comfort in his arms, you said “Well, I can give you that but you have yo sweep me off my feet with whatever you’re planning to do.” He chuckled.

You broke the hug and looked into his eyes. “But baby, whatever and whenever it is, know that my answer will be yes.”

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #seventeen scoups #choi seungcheol #seventeen seungcheol #svt scoups #scoups x y/n #scoups x reader #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol x y/n #scoups

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stevetonyweekly · 1 year

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SteveTony Weekly - Jan 29th

Hey, friends!! Here’s what I’ve read this week--enjoy and be sure to leave a comment/kudo for your authors!!

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An Armored Heart by ishipallthings

Tony had thought that the worst thing would be to have a chance with Steve and then lose it through his own carelessness and inexperience. He thought that by keeping Steve at a distance, things would be fine. He thought that by not pursuing anything beyond friendship with Steve, he’d always be able to protect and keep him safe.

He had never been more wrong in his life.

(In which Red Skull goes after Steve Rogers, and Tony realizes just how much he has to lose.)

I Almost Do by tinystark616

Tony almost wants to call Steve.

Almost.

A fill for the Cap-Iron Man Community Gifts 2022!

The prompt was "Post Civil War fix-it. Either they were in a relationship before the events of CW or they don't get together until afterwards, dealers choice!"

inside my love by Thahire

Natasha’s mouth curls into a satisfied smile when his torso gets uncovered, leaning in to kiss him on the shoulder. Steve swallows heavily.

He’ll never get over how it feels to be wanted by her.

Steve and Natasha undressing each other after a long day.

the consonant i forget by starvels (dinosaur)

The man who comes to see him in on the 9th day in the hospital is gaunt. Greasy. Less clean than everyone else who's trundled in, asking if Steve knows them and then lied about being disappointed when he’s said no. This man is a spindle. A man spun around too many times. Wind chapped full lips and scratchy threads of his haphazard beard peak over a strange metallic, full-bodied suit of armor that makes something behind Steve’s eyes hurt.

He blinks them slowly at the man, just to see if that helps.

It doesn’t.

tell me you can't bear a room that i'm not in by quidhitch

The meeting place for this interview changes four times in the week leading up to the scheduled date. The first email comes from Mr. Stark’s personal assistant, who sends me the address of a stylish dive bar on the Upper West Side and asks if I’ll be available around happy hour. The second email comes from Captain Rogers — not his team, not his agent, but Captain Rogers himself, writing from his personal Gmail address, which has a pretty flagrant typo in the handle.

(He’ll later tell me he just never got around to setting up a new one, but having met him, I suspect he keeps it that way more out of cheek than convenience.)

remedy by quidhitch for nasa

“I like the walls,” Steve shrugs, knocking his knuckles against the side as if to demonstrate. “Makes me feel covered.”

A soldier in a fortress, Tony thinks, which is a pretty ridiculous thought to have about Captain America and his enormous limbs stuffed into a too-small bathtub, but there it is.

Or: Tony Stark learns a thing or two about what it means to be In Recovery™.

when i run out of road, you bring me home by quidhitch

“Oh, I won’t bother you.” The tone of Steve’s voice implies that he definitely will be bothering Tony, aggressively and frequently. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll keep to my farm, you keep to yours. Solitude together.”

Tony opens his mouth to argue that that’s not how this works, but he snaps it shut at the realization that Steven Grant Rogers is fucking with him. That twinkle in his eye has accelerated into a full-on glimmer, and the ends of his lips are twitching. Jesus, he hates this man. Or maybe he wishes he did. Tony can’t really tell the difference anymore.

I know I'll be alright (but I'm not tonight) by xWinterDreamsx

Keeping their relationship on the down-low is hard sometimes, especially when Tony is drunk.

A Lifetime Of Christmases by Coffee_and_notebooks

One of the things that made Christmas so special for them was the traditions they had, what they could look forward to every year.

They had both always been those people that were absolutely obsessed with Christmas, getting excited well before Halloween and Thanksgiving, and getting excited all over again after the two occasions were over.

Or: Three Traditions Steve and Tony already had at Christmas and the One New Tradition they make.

Navigation by felisnocturna

There are several upsides to being telepathically linked with your own spaceship. Sometimes, it also makes things more complicated.

The Way You Look by Nixie_DeAngel

There’s just something about the swell of his husband’s belly as he nearly dances between isles of the grocery store in one of Steve’s own white tee shirts —so large on Tony’s slighter frame, that it slips off one shoulder— with his Captain America logo, a pair of black yoga pants and his curls loose and wild.

Invisible String by iam93percentstardust

And isn't it just so pretty to think

All along there was some

Invisible string

Tying you to me?

Ana is the person who notices it first, and she’s the person who alerts the Starks and then calls the doctors when Mrs. Stark faints and Mr. Stark storms off in a rage, raving about deficiencies, and she’s the only person around when the Stark’s personal doctor arrives thirty minutes later, which means she’s the only person to hear the doctor confirm what she already knows.

And what Ana knows is this: two-year-old Tony Stark is colorblind.

Sandbag by paxnirvana

Tony Stark meets a recently thawed out Captain America.

Red Sand by peculiva

There is a hole in Tony's side. As in an actual hole caused by a jagged piece of metal that once must have held the place up. Now it's no longer supporting large concrete floors but lodged in Tony's torso.

The Baby-Sitter Experiment by nightwalker

Steve and Tony volunteer to babysit. Fluff ensues.

As The Ice Creeps In by askaniblue

When Steve and Tony are grabbed by AIM, they're not too worried. Easy job. But then when their plane goes down in Siberia and Tony is knocked unconscious Steve is left to try and keep them both warm till help arrives. If it arrives.

Hope’s Torn Out Pages by geekymoviemom

For most of his life, Peter Rogers has watched his father struggle against the demons of regret and betrayal, unable to do much of anything to help turn the tide.

Until one day, the youngest person to ever intern at Stark Industries is struck with an idea, one so unbelievably bonkers that it just might work.

But first, Peter needs to help his father overcome his fears, help him realise that hope is no longer a curse word, but something he’s allowed to embrace.

Because hope is always stronger than fear. And it’s up to Peter to prove it.

You Take My Breath Away by jellybeanforest

Tony had watched his mother wither away from the flowers growing in her lungs. Though he is uncertain whether Howard was the reason, he never forgave him for prioritizing the search for Captain America over his mother’s life. He vowed never to fall to the same illness, to never take even a passing interest in his father’s all-consuming obsession.

He fails on both accounts.

This Mess We're In by Kiyaar

Steve is a troll, Tony is obliging. Everyone gets done. Set in that fictional interval during Secret Avengers where Steve is a Commander and he and Tony are actually on speaking terms. Unrepentant porn.

Persistence of Vision by dirigibleplumbing

Last night, Natasha Stark stopped by Avengers Mansion to pick up some of the recently “deceased” Tony’s files and found a sobbing, grieving Captain America instead. This morning, she’s going to clear the air with Steve, and make sure he knows his friend’s death isn’t his fault.

She'd know, since it’s her own death she faked.

If We Have Each Other by ralsbecket

Steve grabs one of the leftover gift bows and sticks it to his head with a mischievous grin. “Look! It’s like I’m your present.”

Tony smiles, bright and sweet, as he squishes Steve’s cheeks together in his hands. He leaves a chaste kiss to Steve’s lips, replying almost too honestly, “And my future.”

Sarah watches her son fall a little more in love with Tony Stark that day.

Or, five times Steve and Tony surprise Sarah, and the one time Sarah knows.

Gather Ye Rosebuds by lazywriter7

It isn’t like that, for many people. For them, love is the point: the axis around which everything else revolves, the destination at the end of a long, tumultuous journey. Realisation, confession, resolution. Happy ending. That’s how it goes. And love was a point in Tony Stark’s journey, except it came towards the beginning, rather than the end. The issue, instead of the solution.

He hasn’t been alone on the trip, of course. Steve’s been there: sometimes three steps behind, sometimes waiting up ahead by the turn of the road. They’ve sprinted and stumbled, sometimes stood still and refused to move on ahead, sometimes thought of turning away altogether.

Steve and Tony’s story began after they fell in love, and this is about how they fell in everything else.

Recursion by Missy_dee811

Tony finds himself at a crossroads when he receives a call from a long-time friend — Maya Hansen. Then, things take a sudden turn for the worse.

Will Tony ever be the same? And more importantly, will Steve come to his aid?

#stevetony weekly #stevetony #stevetony fic #stevetony fic recs #fic rec #rec list #stony recs #stony rec list #fanfiction #fanfic #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

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Payton’s Halloween 2022

Or; Flick Couldn’t Think of a Good Title For This One

Oops. Here, have almost 5,000 words of a Payton fic that was going to be even longer but I ran out of steam to write the next part. Maybe I’ll continue it at a later time.

Based on this post from anony 🐭

CW: (please read) stress, overwork, misgendering resulting in social and (mild) body dysphoria, missing money, existential crisis thoughts, Payton needs to talk to a therapist or something idk, hunger/skipping meals, food, cooking, overindulging, stomach ache, nausea, emeto mention (no actual emeto), stomach noises, (some) belly rubs, flirtatious teasing. I think that’s everything.

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As a recovering people pleaser, Payton probably should have been more prepared for how tough their life would get once they were put in charge.

Sure, the pay increase was great, and seeing their very own key to the cafe on their keyring always made them feel extremely cool. Plus, they could choose not to spend their whole day sweating by the steamer if they had enough baristas on the roster, and that was a welcome change.

But this job was made for people with a lot more backbone.

It had started with Annie. She had penciled herself in for an evening off so that she could see her nephew getting ready to go trick-or-treating for the first time. Payton couldn’t relate, but they understood why that might be important. Plus, Annie was the store manager, and could practically do whatever she wanted. So that was all fair enough.

Dani had also stated ahead of time that she wouldn't be able to work, which was fine; Halloween seemed to pretty much be that girl's Christmas. She’d also been working at S.A. for about three months and this was the first time she’d requested a day off. Again, fair enough.

Jake was still on temporary leave after he'd twisted his ankle in the stock room. Last Payton had seen of him, he’d barely been able to walk without getting tears in his eyes. Again, fair enough.

But then Rachel, the newest hire, had woken up with the flu from hell that morning – at least, according to the brief phone call Payton had had with her at 8:47am. Even if they were naturally cynical and accusatory, Payton didn’t know her well enough to deduce whether she was faking or not. So... fair enough (?).

All of this meant that while S.A. was heaving with zombies and vampires and cat folk eager to get their caffeine fix before the biggest party night of the year, Payton and Paul had been holding down the fort alone.

Only twenty minutes until closing time, Payton told themself as they glanced around the shop.

What were all of these people even still doing here? Payton was no advocate for binge drinking, but it was dark outside – shouldn’t all of these young people have been hitting the pubs and house parties by now? Had upscale coffee overshadowed alcohol culture?

Payton glanced over their shoulder to make sure the queue at the till wasn’t getting too long as they cleaned up. Luckily, Paul’s cappuccino game had improved in the past few months, along with his ability to get orders right, so Payton was able to flit about the store and keep the tables clear as customers left. The cleaner they kept the shop, the sooner they’d both be able to leave after closing time.

Paul was celebrating the day by ringing customers up and brewing coffee while in a skin-tight Superman outfit (which Annie definitely would have vetoed if she’d been working, but which Payton didn’t see a problem with as long as the customers didn’t mind). As far as Payton knew, Paul’s girlfriend had talked him into going to Comic Con that summer, so it was probably left over from that. Paul didn’t seem like the kind of person who had multiple costumes in his wardrobe.

Payton, on the other hand, had been consistently broke for the past year or so, and had had to get a little creative with their costume. An oversized, thrifted black sweater with intentional holes, which they would definitely wear again. Eyeliner that extended all the way back to their temples in the shape of spiderwebs. Two fake spiders made of black pipe cleaners and googly eyes from the pound shop, mounted on a cheap headband that was digging into the backs of their ears.

There was a group of girls huddled at the table by the window, who seemed to have chosen “the off-brand cast of Euphoria” (Payton wasn’t looking forward to cleaning up the glitter from the floor once they left) as their group costume. As Payton looked over, they caught a glimpse of a metal hip flask being passed from one set of hands to another. Then the flask was tipped over the rim of a flat white.

Well, that answered that; kids these days did upscale coffee and alcohol. At the same time, evidently.

A girl with hot-pink glitter on her eyes and cheeks met Payton’s gaze briefly, and fell, giggling, against her friend’s shoulder.

“Ssshh, put it away, put it away!”

They breathed steadily through their mouth as they mopped up a spill at the next table over. If Annie (or Jake, for that matter) had been on, these girls would have been asked to leave already, but Payton was nothing if not a pacifist. As long as nobody was smashing cups or vomiting all over the floor, they were content to let the customers do whatever – especially since they were so close to closing time.

Even if the stench of the liquor would have turned their stomach – had they had the chance to eat anything all day.

And then, something else turned their stomach in a way the alcoholic smell couldn’t. A faint whisper-laugh from the Euphoria table.

“Did she see, did she see?”

The buzzed hair on the back of Payton’s head stood on end. Their binder suddenly felt pointedly tight, restricting their breathing, even though they knew that wasn’t actually happening. Their first instinct was to be harsh on themself – Come on, it’s not like you’re not used to it.

But a softer voice floated to the surface of their mind, accompanied by Autumn’s face; Just because you’re used to it, doesn’t mean it’s okay. That was exactly what she would have said, if she’d been here and overheard the way Payton talked to themself. She was always such an angel when it came to correcting people who misgendered her partner.

Payton thought about turning around and politely informing the Euphoria group that their pronouns were they/them... but then they’d have to reveal the fact that they’d overheard. And it would be obvious that they’d seen the hip flask. It was more awkwardness than they had stamina for. They placed a hand at the base of their ribs and took a breath, and then gave themself permission to let it go. Focus on something else.

Like, god, they were hungry.

God, they were tired.

God, this sucked.

The rest of the evening passed by pretty quickly. Payton avoided passing the Euphoria table again, and felt a little bit of tension release from their chest when the group left. By the time the rest of the café emptied out, and they stopped letting new customers in, Payton was so tired they could barely see straight.

“Is that it? We done?” Paul asked tentatively at the end of the night. He didn’t look much better than Payton felt; he looked less like Superman, and more like someone who had just recently taken a beating from Superman.

“That’s it.”

“Yes.” Paul bounded to the door to turn the open/closed sign. He seemed to make a face at the street through the glass. “Happy Halloween! And good fucking riddance to all! Ah – sorry, boss! I know you don’t like bad language.”

Despite being so drained, Payton half-smiled. Payton was the youngest of the three members of management, and yet Paul never called Jake or Annie boss. Just Payton. They weren’t sure if he realised he was doing it, but it made them feel extremely affirmed.

“You’re all good, Paul.” Payton started to count up the till – something they could do in their sleep at this point. “You seeing Mei tonight?”

“Yeah, I’m meeting her at a house party after this. Gonna have some catching up to do, drink-wise,” Paul grinned. He grabbed a rag and some polish from the cleaning supplies cupboard. “How about you, boss? You seeing the lovely Autumn?”

“I’m not too sure,” Payton admitted, not allowing themselves the luxury of optimism. “She’s out with a friend, and... I’m not really feeling up to spending even more time in an establishment tonight.”

“Yeah,” Paul droned, idly wiping down the front of the display fridge. “Establishments suck.”

“They do,” Payton agreed wholeheartedly. As they weighed pots of coins on the till counter, they glanced over at their co-worker. “Hey, thanks for not calling in sick tonight, even though you had a party to go to. I appreciate it.”

Paul shrugged and offered up a smile that was more of a grimace. “It’s grand. I need the money, to be honest.”

“Well... I can appreciate the honesty as well,” Payton half-laughed.

“It’s also a bit easier to come and work at an establishment when you have a cool boss.”

“Okay, now I feel like you’re just...” Payton was about to jokingly accuse Paul of buttering them up, but their voice trailed off as they finished balancing the till, and the number on the display had the dreaded minus symbol in front of it.

Acid bubbled in their stomach, the pain still teetering somewhere between hungry and ouch. With the sudden spike of stress, it was definitely veering closer to ouch.

“Son of a biscuit.”

“What?” Paul popped up from in front of the till with his rag and spray. “What’s wrong?”

“Till error.” Payton drew a deep, slow breath.

The colour drained from Paul’s face. “Aw, shit, did I fuck something up?”

“Everyone makes mistakes on the tills, Paul. Even me. Even Annie. I’m sure you accidentally put a card transaction through as cash or something.” Payton forced a smile, though they could tell it looked shaky. They came out from behind the countertop and headed over to the door. “I’ll sort it out. You go on home.”

Paul held one arm around himself. “Are you sure?”

“Definitely!” Payton turned the key in the door. “I’m sure it’ll be an easy fix.”

The till error was not an easy fix.

The records for the card machine on the till system matched the records on the payment machine. That meant that there was a forty-euro error that Payton couldn’t explain, not without checking the cameras in the back room, and Annie was the only one who had access to those.

They didn’t suspect that Paul had stolen the money from the tills – he wasn’t dishonest enough to do that, or even stupid enough to take such a suspiciously clean amount – but it was very possible that he’d gotten so flustered during the evening rush that he’d handed back too many bills when giving out change.

Payton would just have to explain to Annie tomorrow that the shop had been too busy for only two staff members to be on duty. Paul had had a ridiculous amount of customers, and Payton had been too busy to supervise him. When employees were overwhelmed and stretched too thin, mistakes were bound to happen. Paul would probably still get an earful, and either he or Payton would have the error deducted from their wages.

As they got ready to close up and leave, Payton could only think about two things; the way Paul had said that establishments suck (they did), and the acidic gurgling in their too-empty belly.

Payton flopped down miserably at the table, burrowing their head deep into their arms. They weren’t sure why they’d come to the living area, instead of going straight to their room and throwing themself onto their bed. That was their usual routine when they’d had a particularly tiring or unpleasant day.

Maybe they’d unconsciously been hoping somebody would be here, someone they could vent to and be comforted by.

But the apartment was uncharacteristically quiet. Lucy and Donnacha must have each gone out already, and even if Henry was in his room, Payton wasn’t about to go and seek him out to complain to him. Henry had enough on his plate these days.

And so, their only company was a plastic Jack O’Lantern full of little Halloween sweets, which Lucy had placed there. Payton couldn’t remember if any kids had come trick-or-treating to the flat last year, but they assumed the candy was just for decoration. As though the tinsel and paper bats and twinkling lights along the top of the fireplace weren’t decoration enough.

They lifted their head slightly, dabbing at their eyes with their sleeves when they realised that tears fogged up their vision. RIP to their cool spiderweb eyeliner.

They were so tired their bones ached. They were so hungry and yet their stomach felt too tightly wound for them to even think about making dinner. But most of all, they couldn’t stop questioning their life choices.

They adored working at S.A., but if they were going to survive as a store manager, they would need to start saying no when people asked to book days off. The thought of disappointing anybody, or causing them stress, or giving them reason to badmouth Payton behind their back... it made them break out in a sweat.

Maybe... Maybe they didn’t really enjoy the job after all. Maybe they were simply satisfied with keeping themself in a moderate state of anxiety and misery. They knew they had a tendency to punish themself for no reason, so maybe this was a manifestation of that...

Their stomach growled so loudly that Payton looked around the room, just to check that it was, indeed, their stomach. They shouldn’t have been surprised, really; they hadn’t eaten a thing since their bowl of cereal that morning, and it was already nine o’clock at night.

With minimal interest, they pulled the plastic Jack O’Lantern a little closer and fished out the nearest chocolate. Their mind flicked through GIF-like snippets of their day. Rachel calling in sick. The missing cash. The Euphoria wannabe with the pink glitter.

Did she see, did she see?

Payton made a face as they popped the chocolate into their mouth. The initial sting of being misgendered had melted into annoyance, now that they were alone and there was no chance they’d have to confront or correct anybody. Some days, it felt like they could wear nothing but a giant potato sack and a neon sandwich board that read “they/them”, and it still wouldn’t do any good. Payton liked how they looked, though. They liked how they’d looked that day. That was what mattered, right?

Even though they had done nothing on the tram ride home but stare at their phone, Payton opened up Instagram and began to doom-scroll. A small smile crossed their lips as they glimpsed a mirror selfie of Autumn and Claudette in a night club bathroom. She seemed to be having a good night, at least.

Payton felt a little better as they tore open a second sweet, finding caramel in the centre of this one. They kept scrolling through Halloween selfies and LGBTQ+ news articles and inspirational speech videos. Their next chocolate was plain. Next had some nuts chopped up and mixed in. Next was a bit too chewy for their liking, but they struggled through and ate it anyway. They circled back to the caramel flavour. They saw a short video of Paul (as Superman) doing a bright green shot with his girlfriend, Mei (as Wonder Woman).

Payton paused to lick chocolate from their lips and felt their stomach growl again. This time, they felt it pointedly churn, as though it was unhappy about what it’d been offered in place of dinner. They laid their phone down. Maybe it was time to plan some kind of a meal.

They had bought some fusilli pasta earlier in the week, they remembered, and their mouth watered; as much as they didn’t want to do anything but wallow, a bowl full of carbs suddenly sounded like the most perfect idea that had ever been concocted.

They took one piece of chocolate – dodging the weird chewy ones that they could now recognise by the colour of the wrapper – with them into the kitchen. They unwrapped and chewed it while they waited for the kettle to boil.

Autumn would be scowling at them if she knew they weren’t incorporating any vegetables into their dinner. Hmm. There might have been some spinach left over from their last grocery run, but that was something that Lucy or Donnacha were likely to have stolen by now...

Well, check! Autumn would have insisted.

Payton opened the fridge and was more disappointed than happy to see the packet of deep green leaves waiting for them, right where they’d left it.

“No excuse now, is there, babe?” Payton asked softly, even though Autumn wasn’t there to hear. Yikes. It’d been less than two days since they’d last seen each other, and here Payton was, creating ghosts of her to help themself make good decisions.

By the time their pasta was bubbling on the hob, Payton wanted more chocolate, so they went and grabbed the whole plastic pumpkin from the table and set it on the kitchen countertop. They continued picking away at the sweets as they chopped up their spinach.

They didn’t realise how many they’d eaten until they picked up a chewy one, dropped it back into the pumpkin, and then fished out another one of the same colour.

Payton frowned and peered inside, mouth opening in surprise to see that the thing was half-empty. They’d been tossing the empty wrappers straight into the kitchen bin, so it hadn’t been obvious that they’d been piling up.

“That’s enough of that,” they murmured to themself. They picked up the plastic pumpkin and took it back to the living room, positioning it on the table like before.

It was only on their walk back to the kitchen that they felt the first pinch of discomfort in their belly, and they dismissed it in favour of checking on their food. A pocket of air shifted beneath their ribs and they did a couple of shallow burps. Their belly settled, just a little. They just needed something proper to eat. The distraction of preparing dinner had already eased a lot of the lingering stress of the day, so they could only imagine what wonders eating it would do.

The only thing Payton stole was a jar of tomato-based sauce which belonged to Lucy. She wouldn’t be needing it tonight, and they could easily replace it for her tomorrow.

Their belly gurgled while they were combining the sauce and the spinach and mixing it all through. They were surprised that they could still be hungry after so many sweets, if they were being honest.

But as they poured the pasta, sauce, and spinach into a bowl, Payton’s stomach burbled again, and this time, they couldn’t convince themself any longer than those were hungry sounds.

Payton felt sick.

They sat down at the table again, under the condemning glare of the plastic Jack O’Lantern, and begrudgingly stabbed up a forkful of pasta. They almost gagged while chewing, but they tried a few more bites before giving up. Yep. That had been too many sweets, and this was a proper belly ache.

There was nothing for it but to wrap their bowl in cling film, pop it in the fridge, and go curl up in bed.

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Payton must have stared at their bedroom wall for a solid half hour, knees pulled up as they curled up on their side, arms wrapped around their waist. They made a mental note (and mentally underlined it a couple of times) that their bin was just at the other side of their bedside locker, and would be just outside of reaching distance from the bed if they needed to puke. They were too shaky and afraid to move to pull it any closer.

They just swallowed again and again, since swallowing was their only weapon against the torrents of acidic foulness that kept sneaking up into the back of their throat.

Their miserable meditation was only broken when their phone vibrated. They had shoved it thoughtlessly into their pocket before making their defeated trek from the living area to their bedroom.

“Ugh, what?” Payton unwrapped one arm and fished their phone out. Even that small amount of movement unsettled their stomach contents. Their throat burned. Their eyes burned, too, as they activated their phone screen to see what had happened.

There was a photo and a message from Autumn.

The photo showed the plastic skull that Lucy had hung on the front door to the apartment on October 1st.

And the message read:

A: Trick-or-treat! 🍬✨

Payton shot upright on their bed. Their mouth flooded with a taste like the evil version of orange juice, and their belly sloshed, but they barely cared. Their heart pounded as though they were about to have their first date with somebody, not open the door to their established partner.

Until now, they hadn’t let themself get their hopes up that Autumn would stop by, but now that she had, they’d gone from miserable to giddy in 3.5 seconds.

Or maybe this was a sugar rush setting in. Either way, it gave them the burst of energy they needed to swallow their nausea and go to the front door. They couldn’t go quite as quickly as they’d have liked to; their stomach ache made sure that they couldn’t straighten their back fully or move their feet too fast.

It was a little unsettling at first, seeing Autumn in so much black – she was usually the one whining that Payton wore too much black. When it came to clothing, she usually held firm that black was an acceptable colour for shoes and tights, and nothing else.

But tonight, she was in a long black skirt and blouse, a black choker, and a long, pointy hat.

“About time you answered!” She grinned widely, reaching out with a gloved hand and gently poking Payton in the side. “I was about to egg your house.”

“Sorry,” Payton murmured. They laid a hand protectively over the spot on their belly where Autumn had poked them. The poke hadn’t actually hurt, but they couldn’t help worrying that their sickly stomach contents would finally become dislodged. “I... I was in bed. I wasn’t expecting trick-or-treaters.”

“No? Well, witch is it gonna be, cutie? Trick...” Autumn lifted one hand above her head, striking a silly, uncharacteristic pose on the threshold. “Or treat?”

Payton tried their best to look dumb, which wasn’t too difficult considering they were 1) nauseous beyond belief, and 2) flustered by their beautiful girlfriend doing a cute pose. When they didn’t react, Autumn broke character and pointed to her hat.

“Because - because I’m a witch tonight.” She wriggled her eyebrows. “Witch is it gonna be?”

“I thought you were a witch all along, babe.”

She half-turned her head and narrowed her eyes at them, intrigued and suspicious.

“Because you always look so enchanting,” Payton explained.

“Ugh.” Autumn shook her head as she stepped inside, a huge grin splitting her face. “You’re such a cheeseball. And cheeseballs are not appropriate Halloween candy.”

“No,” Payton groaned. They rubbed a hand across their belly. “Um, can we stick to the witch jokes? I don’t feel like talking about food right now. Especially candy.”

“Why?” Autumn eyed them up and down. She pursed her lips when she saw how they were nursing their stomach. “P, what’d you do?”

Payton sighed. It was easier to just show her. They gestured for Autumn to follow them through to the living area. On the way, she took off her witch’s hat.

Payton lifted the plastic pumpkin from the table and held it out towards Autumn. She frowned and peered down into it.

“This was full when I got home.”

Autumn’s mouth dropped open. She laid her hat down on a chair.

“Now my belly hurts and I feel sick.”

“Ohhhh,” Autumn cooed sympathetically. “Oh, baby. I didn’t know you were going as an idiot for Halloween!”

Payton pushed out their lower lip. “You’re so mean to me.”

“You’re mean to yourself!” Autumn chided, and Payton couldn’t argue with her. She ushered for them to lean their head into her shoulder. She smelled faintly of alcohol and cigarettes – club smells – but they could still make out the scent of her coconut oil shampoo.

Her hand smoothed over their back, instantly coaxing up a tight bubble of air. Payton turned their head to the side to belch. A shudder ran through their entire body.

“Baby.” Autumn clicked her tongue. “Your poor belly. Shall we go and lie down?”

“I’d like that. Are you hungry, though? I made some pasta that I couldn’t eat.”

“No, I’m fine. Claudette and I had dinner at around seven.”

“Right...” Payton blinked as they lifted their head. They hadn’t even bothered to ask Autumn why she’d ended up coming here, and before eleven p.m., no less. “Is there any particular reason you guys left the club so early?”

“Yeah, Claude was in a funny mood. She wanted to go home early.” Autumn gave a stiff little shrug. Her mouth shrunk into a small line like it did when she was clenching her jaw and trying to look less worried than she actually was.

Payton frowned and scooped her into a hug. “If something is up, I’m sure they’ll let you know about it when they’re ready.”

“Mmm. Yeah.” Autumn’s throat vibrated as she hummed against Payton’s shoulder. “Hope so. I just feel –”

A rapturous grumble came from Payton’s stomach as Autumn was pressed against them in the hug. It sounded like a bad sound effect from a comedy film. Payton burrowed their face into Autumn’s hair again, face blazing with heat.

Autumn let out a shaky laugh as she pulled back. “Okay, wow. I felt your belly churn.”

“No, you didn’t.”

“Yes, I did! I felt it flip right over, right against mine.”

“No,” Payton groaned mournfully.

Autumn laid the palm of her hand across the centre of Payton’s stomach. It didn’t appear overly bloated with their sweater pulled down over it, but on the inside, it felt like a ball of paper mache that was just starting to harden. It let out a few more gurgles, but thankfully nothing that could have potentially disturbed the neighbourhood.

“Lots going on in there, huh?” Autumn worked a gentle circle across Payton’s belly with the heel of her hand. The pressure felt like absolute bliss; like the first few seconds of a hot shower on a cold day. “Come on, silly, let’s get you to bed.”

“Mmph.” Payton massaged their own stomach as Autumn took their hand and led the way to their room, as though she were the one who lived there. “I think I’m probably gonna die.”

Autumn snorted. “You are not going to die. You’re going to lead a long life, annoying me and being a disaster.”

They just had to muster a little smile at that. “Yay.”

#Lucyverse Payton #Lucyverse Autumn #stomach ache #stomach ache fic #stress fic #angst fic #angst and comfort #hurt and comfort #misgendering mention #nonbinary OC #overworked sickee #stressed sickee #overeating fic #food mention #OC sickfic #Halloween sickfic #Halloween 2022

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Lethargy/Exhaustion

@sicktember 2022 Prompt #29

Fandom/OCs: MCU Avengers / Sick!Steve Rogers

Title: From the Ice Inside Your Soul

Words: 1547

Inspiration: this post about a stoic whumpee who doesn't complain from @stealthy-sneezing and this post about a sickie who can’t lie down from @victoriablackrose

Author’s comments: My all-time favorite whumpee, Steve Rogers. This is a purely self-indulgent fever fic with a side of collective caretaking, so basically all of my favorite things. Both the prompts I used are so lovely, so I’ll honestly probably use them again. But they helped flesh this out, so they’ve already been put to good use!

With one last bash from Steve's shield and crushing blow from Mjolnir, the battle ended. The Avengers paused, still in their battle stances, looking around to ensure the aliens were indeed all dead. The street was eerily silent without the creatures’ screeching and clicking, and for a moment the only sound was the heroes' breathing. One by one they relaxed and began to clean themselves off and check themselves over. After making sure everyone was in one piece, each went their own separate ways to examine the alien bodies and ship, decompress (or de-Hulk), and see to the perimeter and casualties. Steve, standing in a sluggish fog, suddenly realized he was all alone, and he wasn't exactly sure how long that had been the case.

The fight had taken absolutely everything out of him. He had been feeling run-down and tired for days, maybe even weeks now. He had been dreading a call to assemble, and simultaneously knowing it was bound to happen for that very reason. He wasn't sure how he survived the fight, since he was likely operating at less than fifty percent capacity, but the team had pulled them all through. He wasn't going to be able to remain upright much longer, though. With shaky arms he secured his shield to his back, wondering how it had gotten so heavy, and with shaky legs began to make his way to the Quinjet.

He didn't see any of his team on the way there, and he didn't know whether that was good or bad. He felt overwhelmingly guilty about not helping clean up the fight, but knew he would be useless anyway, as lightheaded as he was. The jet's door sprang open and he staggered inside, closing it behind himself as he collapsed onto the nearest bench. He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes, falling asleep in seconds.

A hand on his shoulder shook him awake some time later. Steve opened bleary eyes to find Tony, Bruce, and Natasha looking at him with a good deal of concern.

"Oh good, you're alive," Tony said, rolling his eyes. "We've been looking for you everywhere. Thank God for the tracking device in your suit. Would you like to explain to the class why you're not using the very expensive communicator in your ear?"

"Oh, right…." Steve pulled out his earpiece with clumsy fingers. "I think it's broken. I haven't been hearing anything in it all day."

He dropped it into Tony's palm. Tony quickly examined it, snapped it open, readjusted the wiring, then closed it again. This time when he spoke into his own com, Steve's responded immediately, along with everyone else's.

"There. Fixed it. You should've said something hours ago." He tried to toss the device back to Steve, who fumbled and dropped it, and had to pick it up again with shaky fingers. Tony frowned upon watching all this. "Are you okay, Cap?"

Steve leaned back against the wall again, rubbing his eyes. "I'm not sure. I'm not hurt or anything. I'm just… I'm so tired. Exhausted. Shaky. I'm not sure what's wrong with me."

Bruce pushed past the other two right away, giving Steve a quick once-over. When Bruce's hand brushed across Steve's face, he pulled it back quickly.

"You're burning up, Cap. You feel hot even to me. That's… that's quite the fever."

"That explains it, I guess," Steve mumbled, clearly fighting to stay awake.

"We're almost finished out there, so we'll be out of here soon. You just rest," Natasha said, squeezing his shoulder.

"Not sure I'll be good for much else, I'm afraid," Steve sighed.

"No worries, Cap. We've got it under control. We'll be back in a blink." Tony flipped down the visor of his helmet and flew out the door of the jet, Natasha jogging behind. Bruce stayed, sitting down beside Steve and getting comfortable, but looking equally tired.

"We'll be home in no time, Steve. Just relax. Everything will be fine."

"I'm not worried. I'm with the best team in the galaxy," Steve said, even as he drifted back to sleep, hardly noticing when his head came down on Bruce's shoulder rather than the wall.

~~~

The Quinjet touching down at the Avengers tower didn't rouse Steve, so he had to be shaken awake again when it came time to disembark. He hadn't moved his head from the doctor's shoulder, so it was Bruce's gentle encouragement that finally brought him back to consciousness. He was able to walk under his own power, though very lethargically, but Clint and Thor stayed close at his side to be safe. As soon as Steve stepped out into the NYC sunshine, he inhaled sharply, driving a palm into his forehead with a quiet moan.

Clint touched his arm. "What's up, Cap?"

"My head is killing me," he mumbled, his eyes still screwed shut.

"C'mon. Let's get you inside," the archer murmured, giving his arm a gentle tug. He began to move his legs, letting Clint steer him.

"I really don't feel well," he said, almost too quiet to hear.

"I know. We're gonna get you looked at," Clint replied, looking at the rest of the team worriedly behind Steve's back.

They got inside without further incident where Steve collapsed onto the nearest couch. The rest of the team wanted to send Steve to medical immediately, but he quietly asked if they could just have someone come up to look at him instead.

"I'm too tired to walk all the way there just to have them poke and prod me then tell me there's nothing they can do for a genetically modified supersoldier like always. They can do that here, and I can sleep in the meantime."

When he fixed them with his pleading, blue-eyed gaze, no one could say no, especially when his logic was sound. They made him promise to check into the hospital if the doctor recommended it, and when he did, they had no more arguments. A call was placed down to medical, and after that there was nothing to do but wait.

The team trickled in and out for their own debriefs, showers, and post-mission rituals. Steve didn't care to move until after he was checked over, so the others brought him clothes and food and whatever else he needed, making sure he wasn’t left alone. Mostly, though, he just slept. Curled up in the corner of the couch, his head at an awkward angle, he looked so boyish and vulnerable, especially with the hectic flush over his cheeks.

At last a pair of doctors and a nurse arrived. Steve was awakened yet again, and they began to run him through a whole battery of tests and inspections as most of the team looked on worriedly. He passed most of the tests. Nothing seemed to be seriously wrong except a fever, headache, and the crushing fatigue. They took a bunch of blood to run his labs, then told him there wasn't much they could do for a supersoldier running a temperature. After giving him advice for general fever care, they said they would call up if there were any abnormalities in the bloodwork, then left as abruptly as they'd come.

As soon as the door shut behind them, Steve let his head fall back with a tired sigh.

"Looks like you were right about there being nothing they could do." Tony sighed too, sitting on the arm of the couch beside him with crossed arms. "Sorry about that."

"I wish I wasn't right. I hate getting fevers now. It's so much worse than it used to be. It's like I'm back in the ice… or the ice is back in me. Right down in my core." Steve shuddered violently as he spoke.

"Let me get a cold rag for your face at least," Clint spoke up from the side. "We have to do something." He strode away quickly.

Thor sat down beside Steve, looking fervent. "Is there anything else we can assist you with, Captain? Anything at all that you need?"

Steve shook his head. "I don't need anything right now except sleep. I'm completely exhausted."

"Then let me assist you to your quarters!" Thor cried, jumping up.

Steve shook his head again. "I'll just stay here for now."

"But you will rest better in your bed!"

"My head hurts too much when I lay down. I'd rather stay sitting up," the supersoldier said quietly.

Thor promptly sat back down, wrapping an arm around Steve's shoulders and pulling the other man against himself. "Then you must rest against me. It will be more comfortable. And perhaps your shivering will stop as well. I've been told I'm very warm."

Steve smiled tiredly, shifting his weight to lean against the demigod and closing his eyes right away. "I won't argue with you on either count."

Clint returned then with a wet rag. He bathed Steve's neck, then let the rag rest on his forehead. Steve sighed in relief at the coolness. Within minutes, he was asleep again and snoring.

It didn't seem right to leave him alone in this state even when he was asleep, so the rest of the team settled in as well, preparing to keep watch over their sick captain for as long as was necessary.

#sicktember 2022 #prompt 29 #mcu avengers #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever

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The Promises I’m Making (2023)

Oop, a little late on this this year, but it was really hard to come up with 50 different promises this year. Some years it is so easy, but this year I just drew a total blank. I think the complete unpredictability of the past two years has left me with the sense that I shouldn’t try to plan for anything--the wild events of the year might just send those plans up in smoke in an instant!

Still, the show must go on! So, 16 years later, I’m still making 50 promises a year. Definitely hoping that this year will be better than the last and I’ll be able to keep quite a few more promises, including some of them that have been rolled over for multiple years--maybe, maybe! Without any more ado, here they are:

2023 Promises

1) Work on the Texas house yard. It’s still never really recovered from the frost that killed everything in 2021 and it looks pretty shabby right now.

2) Get both bedroom floors sanded in the Utah house upstairs.

3) Get the Utah house sprinklers up and working ALL the way for this summer.

4) Actually get the back fence fixed up and the greenery back there trimmed and managed.

4) Put a new sink/vanity in the downstairs bathroom of the Utah house.

5) Related to that, lose at least 20 pounds. 2020-2022 was not kind to me and the stress eating was real.

6) Take my mom on a road trip to one of the U.S. states that she has not been to before.

7) Get back in touch with the allergy specialist to continue working on my allergy/inflammation issues.

8) Go through my closets and donate or throw away clothes that I know I will not wear.

9) Finish at least five books this year.

10) Organize my documents (especially student papers)—my desktop and documents folders give me nightmares just looking at them.

11) Help Kacchan through her first semester as a teacher! Exciting!!

12) Get a decent paper shredder to shred old mail.

13) Clean off my back patio/car port area so I can park my car there again.

14) Get the Texas house dishwasher fixed… I’m so tired of washing dishes by hand… How do people do this, oof.

15) 100% complete FF16 babyyyyy!!

16) Talk to an HR rep about my retirement savings so that I can consolidate my retirement accounts. I have been putting this off for like five years now.

17) Do at least one artwork to actually use that new paint program I bought.

18) Pay my credit debt down by at least $2000. I’m still paying off the hell year but I hope I can make progress on this.

19) Finish making changes to master courses. No more major revisions!

20) See a zone-tailed hawk. This is another rare-but-possible bird for my area.

21) Attend the FFXIV Fanfest in Las Vegas!

22) Update HaaH at least once. Please, Echo???

23) Get the small leak fixed in the side bathroom of the Texas house and have the faucets replaced.

24) Look into the cost of light housekeeping services to give myself a little more time to do things that aren’t work.

25) Catch up with hanging up all the charms/pins I’ve gotten recently on my corkboards; these are just sitting in boxes/bags around the house. D;

26) Use Spotify more often or cancel my Spotify Premium subscription; it’s not worth it if I don’t use it.

27) Get an art display book to preserve my great grandfather’s artworks (which we discovered my now late uncle STOLE from me even though they were willed to me when my grandfather passed away???)

28) Fix the screens on the Texas house.

29) Bird watch at a specific location in Texas. It’s my secret where since I’d rather not share my specific location on social media, but let’s hope I can finally make it to this place!

30) Finally get rid of the dirt pile in the front of the Utah house.

31) Sign NeNe (my puppy) up for the intermediate dog training course.

32) This is super nerdy, but my bro got me the FFXIV cookbook and made me promise to actually use it, so I guess I’d better at least try to make something from it.

33) Take down the remains of the wooden fence posts at the Utah house.

34) Take part in the fitness challenge at work this coming semester.

35) I will remember to take my medicine on time, all the time. Taking them late is messing things up quite a bit.

36) Get a stand for the toaster oven in the break room so we can finally use it!

37) Get my car detailed because the inside really needs to be vacuumed.

38) Go horseback riding on the island. I’ve never ridden on a beach before!

39) Eat healthier. Maybe cutting out snacks is too much to ask, but at least replace some average meals with salads, etc. and overall make an effort to actually eat better. Sometimes the fact that I feel like garbage is my own fault.

40) Wait, I should probably acquire a Playstation 5 so I can actually play my new copy of FF16, lol.

41) Help make sure the new tutoring requirement for the English classes goes over well.

42) Finish decorating the main office. I’ll feel better if my workplace reflects the level of professionalism and school spirit that I envisioned it having this year.

43) Catch every variant of Vivillon in Pokemon Go. I’m currently missing Icy Snow, Marine, Meadow, Monsoon, Ocean, Polar, River, Sandstorm, Savanna, Sun, and Tundra, if anyone would like to be friends!

44) Try to be more comprehensive with giving feedback to students. I’m always good at providing detailed comments on essays, but I’d like to spend more time commenting on smaller assignments too this year.

45) Make sure the retirement party for my coworkers who retired this year goes off without a hitch and honors them well.

46) Take part in more activities on campus; I have a tendency to not attend many events because they’re in the evening when I’m tired, but I should really stay more often.

47) Write some Chainsaw Man fanfic for @mistystarshine!

48) Help my parents tear out the carpet in my old childhood bedroom.

49) Do something to destress (massage, pedicure, something?) at least once per month. I gotta take better care of myself…

50) I will keep my promises!

Wish me luck!

#50 promises #new year's resolutions #IRL stuff

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