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augustvandyne · 28 days

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can we get a lucy chen x reader? r is talking to nyla or someone abt the crush they have on lucy but she overhears and assumes its abt someone else? she ignores r until r gets fed up and corners her one day and tells her that lucy is her crush? thank u !!

okay i’m back to writing now 💗💗

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“I’m over it,” Nyla complains to you and Angela in the break room one day.

Your eyebrows furrow at your two best friends when Angela starts nodding along with Nyla.

“What?” You frown. “Did something happen?”

“We’re over you,” Angela purses her lips. “You and your little girl crush.”

“We wish you’d just tell her already,” Nyla stirs her coffee. “You know she likes you back. So why don’t you just ask her out?”

You huff, “I really like her, and I don’t want to mess things up. And—“

“We aren’t a hundred percent sure she likes you,” Angela and Nyla roll their eyes as they mock your words in unison.

“Yeah,” You nod.

“You could always just.. ask her,” Angela says sassily, hiding her face behind her coffee cup.

You glare at both of them, “That’s scary. What if she doesn’t want me like that? I mean— then when we rode together it would be so awkward..”

“I’m sure she has at least a small crush on you.”

“How can you be so sure?” You’re bouncing on your toes. “Would you guys ask her for me? Please? Pleaseeeeee?”

“You’re more than capable,” Nyla says, squinting at you.

“So you guys don’t love me?” You cross your arms jokingly.

“Yep, that’s exactly it,” Angela nods sarcastically. “That’s just why I took you out and bought you at least ten books for your birthday last week.”

“And that’s why I took us all out to dinner for your birthday,” Nyla tilted her head.

“Hey guys—“ Lucy stumbles into the room, and your head is immediately turning towards her.

“Hey Luce,” You beam, a wide smile on your face, along with an indescribable light in your eyes that not even Nyla or Angela could explain.

But Lucy’s expression doesn’t match yours — not in the slightest bit. Her cheeks are flushed and she looks she just witnessed someone running over a cat and not stopping to check on it.

Lucy’s body slouches the slightest bit, and her eyes flutter sadly as she says, “Roll Call.”

“You okay, Lucy?” Your eyes soften as you reach for her, but she takes a step backwards.

“I’m not feeling too well,” The lie came out easily, like it wasn’t hard at all and she didn’t need a second thought.

“Oh, well—“

“I’ll see you,” Lucy looks away from you with a sad look, walking backwards and almost running into the door frame on her way out.

You turn back to the detectives with a frown on your face.

“What?”

Angela and Nyla share a look, shake their heads, and walk around you to make it towards the roll call room.

“Hey!” You lean against the counter as Lucy signs out for a war bag. “Who you with today?”

“No one,” Lucy shrugs nonchalantly, signing the last few letters of her name sloppily so she can get out of there. She slams the pen down extra hard and hurries towards the garage.

“Me either,” You follow her into the room, and wait as she opens the trunk and loads her bag. “Wanna ride with me?”

“Well.. I’m ready to go. So, if you want to ride with me you better get a bag fast,” Lucy says as she slams the trunk shut and sits in the driver seat, still not meeting your eyes.

Something in you said she was upset with you, especially after your encounter with her and the two detectives a few days earlier, but you didn’t want her riding alone. And you didn’t really like riding alone, either. You frown, but go and get a bag for yourself, nonetheless.

You load the bag and shotgun into the trunk and hurry over to the passenger seat to ride with Lucy.

“Hey..” You put your seatbelt on quickly before Lucy pulls out of the garage. “You okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Lucy just barely meets your eyes as she puts her hand on the back of your seat, turning to pull out of the garage.

“I don’t know.. I just—“

“I’m good,” Lucy shrugs again — something she only does a lot when she’s upset — but you don’t press any more. “Let’s just work.”

You open your mouth to speak again, because normally Lucy enjoys talking or sitting in a comfortable silence, but today she just turns the radio on to drown out the unusual and uncomfortable silence.

“There’s a fight breaking out at a gas station near Chen and L/n—“ A voice comes over the radio, but you’re too distracted to decipher who it is.

“Show us responding,” Lucy grabs at the radio quickly, desperately trying to get out of this awkward situation with you.

As Lucy pulls up to the scene, you say, “You get one, I get one?”

Lucy doesn’t answer, she just gets out of the car and starts detaining one of the men.

You go for the one on the ground, as you thinking Lucy might need to take her anger out a little, so you give her the more aggressive one.

As you’re cuffing your guy, Lucy’s guy elbows her in the face when she tries cuffing him.

You push your guy against the shop, not even caring if he gets away or not, and you hurry over towards Lucy who is holding her face in one hand and the cuff in the other.

“Are you okay?” You force her hand away from her face, checking the forming bruise.

She leans into your touch for only a second, but then you see a flash of some sort of recognition in her eyes, and she’s pulling away from you.

“I’m fine,” Lucy pushes you away, and finishes cuffing her guy. “Let’s take these guys back to the station.”

“Um.. okay,” You nod and awkwardly follow behind her.

“Maybe try talking to her?” Angela shrugs as you, her, and Nyla all grab lunch from your favorite burrito truck.

“I’ve tried. What do you think I’ve been doing for weeks?” You threw your hands up in a frustrated voice.

“She seems fine when I’m around her,” Nyla throws out there. “What? I’m just saying.. maybe it’s you?”

“That’s not funny!” You try to playfully hit Nyla, but she moves at the last second.

“I’m not laughing,” Nyla shook her head, a small smile on her face as she takes a bite out of her burrito.

“It’s annoying,” You put your head back as you wrap your arms around yourself.

“We know,” Angela says, being the reassuring and helpful friend while Nyla was being the annoying and joyous one. “But I’m just saying, maybe try and have an honest conversation.”

“I mean.. I could try. She might be going through something at home,” You bite on your nail anxiously, not sure if you’re trying to tell yourself that or them.

“Mhm,” Nyla agrees, mouth full. “Totally.”

“Okay, you’re not helping,” Angela rolls her eyes, pushing Nyla in the direction of your regular table. “Go sit.”

“Whatever,” Nyla rolls her eyes and goes to sit at your table.

“Do you really think it’s me?” You look up at her with a sad expression — eyebrows furrowed, eyes full of sadness. “I mean— what have I done to make her angry with me?”

“Nothing. I don’t think it’s you, sweetie,” Angela puts her arm around you until her food comes. “I just think.. maybe something is going on at home, you know how her parents are.”

“Yeah..” You nod, staring down at the gravel.

“Why don’t you try eating with her?” Angela nods over to where she’s sitting alone, enjoying her veggie burger and fries.

“Okay,” You nod and grab your food, which came out just now.

You take your burrito and water over to the smaller table Lucy sat at, and sat across from her, not asking if you could sit before doing so.

“Veggie burger?” You ask even though you know her order by heart.

“Yep,” Lucy says before taking another bite of her lunch. “You?”

“Burrito,” You hold it up before taking a bite yourself, seeing as that’s the only way to keep things from being awkward.

“Hm,” She hums, taking her time to chew.

“How are you?” You ask after swallowing your bite of food.

“Good,” She shrugs. “Nothing new since you asked me two days ago.”

You swallow back the lump forming in your throat.

Lucy had never been this dry and she’s never not talked to you for this many days in a row.

“Are you mad at me?” You frown at her as she obviously tries to finish her food faster than she ever had before. “Slow down there, don’t choke..”

“I’m not mad,” Lucy shakes her head and stands to dispose of her trash. “I’ll see you later.”

“Oh— okay,” You slouch in your chair, still trying to figure out what you did to make her so distant towards you.

After a few more days of walking on eggshells around Lucy, you’ve had enough and came up with a plan to corner Lucy.

You’d just try and corner her somewhere around the station and try and coax it out of her.

And your plan was going to work because you made sure to inform Nyla and Angela of this plan so they could watch out for her.

They inform you that she just came through to process a criminal, just as you were in to talk to Grey about an upcoming leave you had to take for a family event.

She’s passing the break room as you’re coming towards her, and you take this as the perfect opportunity to push her into the break room to talk with her.

“Hey, Y/n— Hey!” Lucy tumbles back a little as you push her into the room and shut the door for privacy. “What’s your issue?”

“No, what is your issue?” You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I don’t have an issue,” Lucy shakes her head, her demeanor changing from angry to calm.

“Please just stop lying to me,” You take a step forward, and Lucy tries to take a step back, but her butt is met with the table.

“I’m not,” Lucy’s eyebrows furrow as she lies straight to your face.

“You are,” You’re voice breaks just the slightest bit. “You won’t talk to me, you won’t ride with me, you won’t eat lunch with me.. god, you can’t even look me in the eye.”

Lucy’s breath shudders as she tries to look anywhere but at you.

“Luce,” The hurt in your eyes is evident. “Look at me.”

Lucy manages to look up at you, and hurt flashes through her own eyes. She bites on her cheek to either keep herself from crying or from talking, you aren’t sure which.

“What’s wrong Lucy?” You take a few steps closer to her, and you place a friendly hand on her shoulder. “Let me help you.”

“You can’t,” Lucy’s eyes flutter sadly, and you see that she’s about to cry.

You lift your hand up to wipe a tear from her face, but she flinches away from your touch.

“Why can’t I touch you?” You ask. “You let me touch you before— what did I do?”

“You didn’t do anything,” Lucy’s tears fall faster as she gets more upset over what she overheard a few weeks earlier. “I’m just giving you space.”

“Why?” You bite out.

“Because.. you like someone,” Lucy says sadly, and that’s when it hit you. “And that someone isn’t me.”

“Lucy—“

“I heard you,” Lucy bites her lip to stop her tears, but it doesn’t work. “When you were talking to Harper and Lopez about your.. crush. And it hurt to listen to that knowing..”

“Knowing what?”

“Let me talk, please. Just let me finish,” Lucy holds a hand out between the two of you. After a pause she continues, “It hurt listening to that conversation when I’ve had feelings for you since we were rookies, and that you didn’t reciprocate them like I thought you did. So I am stepping back for whoever this mystery girl is. She must be pretty great if you’re after her.”

Your head shakes sadly and your lips turn down in a frown.

“Lucy..”

“You didn’t know?” Lucy finished for you. “I know. And I didn’t plan on telling you, but if this was what it takes for you to understand, so be it.”

“You really didn’t know?” Your question causes Lucy to tilt her head in confusion. “You’re my crush, Lucy.”

“What?”

“I like you,” You point your finger to her chest. “I literally have your long Starbucks coffee order memorized, I know what you like from every fast food place so I can bring you something to surprise you. I know your favorite movies, songs— does that scream just friends to you?”

“I mean.. no. No, I didn’t think so, but when I heard you I thought..”

“You thought wrong, Luce,” You cup her cheek, removing a stray tear with the pad of your thumb.

“Good,” Lucy breathes out and pulls your face to hers by your collar. “So, so good.”

“For the record, I’ve liked you since we were rookies, too,” You pull away to tell Lucy, and she chuckles, pulling you back in.

“We’re such idiots..”

“Yes, yes we are,” You laugh.

#the rookie #the rookie x reader #the rookie imagine #wlw post #lucy chen #lucy chen x reader #lucy chen is adorable and i love her #lucy chen ask #lucy chen x you #lucy chen x y/n #lucy chen imagine #she’s so cute

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colorfull-cord · 1 year

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A lovely drunken night

Ships: Wilbur x Y/n

!WARNINGS!: being drunk, cussing

Summary: After a long night out on the town you get back to your place to find Wilbur and Tommy

The whole night was a blur. At first you remembered going over to a party with some friends then at the door step of yours and your boyfriends house. You were completely wasted, not only were you totally drunk and dizzy you also had half of your makeup melted off your face and a huge stain on the front of your beautiful red skinny dress. Without even telling Wilbur about your arrival you waltz in with no introduction. All you could see was Wilbur and Tommy on the couch watching a movie. “ is that the lion king…. I…. LOVE the lion king” you say slurring some of your words. “HAH YOUR COMPLETELY FUCKING WASTED” Tommy shouts out laughing his ass off “shut the fUck up you… you… ah I can’t even think of a word.” You say sitting on the ground trying to take your heals off. “Love, how much did you have to drink tonight?” Wilbur says walking over to you half way smiling trying not to laugh. “Ohhhhh heyyyyyyy my soft British boyyyy” you say smiling up at him your eyes partially closed. Tommy couldn’t help but start to laugh harder as Wilbur knelt down to help you. “Ok Tommy I’m gonna take them to our room you can watch whatever in here.” He says scooping you up into his arms carrying you into y’all’s bedroom. “So can you please explain what happened tonight?” He said while getting out a pair of sweatpants and one of his sweatshirts for you to change into. “Well… me and my friends went to this bar… and theeeeeeen we started to have a lot of fun like A LOT. Then I had likeeeeeee 20 or so shots and 4 bottles of beer. Theeeeen this guy tried to hit on one of my friends sooooo I threw my drink at him then he splashed hissss drink onto meeee hehehe then I punched him in the face. Then I was somehow.. here.. oh and I threw up likeeeee 3 or 4 times..” you said while laying out sprawled put on the bed. “Jesus fucking Christ y/n” he said walking over to you with a complete set of new clothes for you. “Can you help me take this dress off pleaseeeeee.” you say standing up next to him. “Fine” he replied reaching down and pulling your dress over your head. He then gave you your clothes that you quickly put on. “Come into the bathroom love I need to take your makeup off and fix your hair.” “Okkkkkk” you say stumbling into the bathroom. He reaches over to grab a makeup remover wipe gently wiping your face off trying to get everything off. He turned you around quickly before you could react he started to brush your hair out and put it into the best messy bun that he could. “Let’s go back into the living room with Tommy” he replied grabbing your hand and guiding you to the living room. He sits down waiting for you to climb into his lap which you definitely did. “Night night William Gold.” Say before passing out. “Good night love you too.” He says smiling and giving you a kiss on the top of your head. “LETS WATCH THE LION KING!!!!” Tommy says excited. “Fine fine just turn it down a little but please.”

*hope liked it lol it was based off a friends story of getting drunk at church then coming home lol. Tell me if there are any mistakes please* ❤️🫶😘💕

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annahxredaxted · 1 year

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Domestic life was never quite my style..

Characters: guy/honey

Genre: fluff

Theme: domestic life<3

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Saturday, 8:28am

The way they look in the morning is indescribable. Their the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. I couldn’t believe them no matter how much they tried to convince me that they had any matter if imperfections, in anyway shape or form. Their perfect and they’ll stay that way forever.

No matter how much they don’t think it, it’s a matter of perspective, I wish they could see themselves the way I see them. The way they are, the way their so beautiful. Like they were sculpted by gods, from the most rarest of materials, jades, golds, silvers that gleam in the sun and moon light.

Then I realized how long I’d been staring, with a love sick gaze.

“Guy? Are you okay?” They asked me tilting their head in confusion gesturing to my glass of water

“Oh yeah I’m- I’m fine honey.” I muttered to the rim of my water glass.

They rose a suspicious eyebrow, and nodded.

“Okay, just checking.” They said standing up abruptly, plate and coffee mug in hand.

They walked over to the sink, placing the items beside it. They rolled up their sleeves and flipped on the water and started quickly rinsing off their dishes.

I sighed and hopped up, walking over to the sink and mirroring their actions.

They rose the back of their hand to my forehead, their face closer to mine then it was a couple of seconds ago, their breath lightly grazing my cupids bow, my heart picked up In speed.

“Hmm you don’t have a fever, you just seemed kinda spaced out during breakfast. Your fine.” They concluded, moving their hand down too my cheek, caressing my stubble with their thumb.

“Are we- are about to kiss right now?” I asked jokingly. they gave me half a grin, before pulling me down to their level and kissing me.

They tasted like the coffee they’d been drinking prior to this occurrence. My hands found there way to their waist, pulling them in closer, their hand still on my cheek, and their other hand in my hair.

We broke apart, foreheads still touching. Hands still on eachother

“I love you honey.” I said muttering.

“I love you too.” They said back.

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Saturday, 10:54am

“Not my fault your trash at uno honeyyy..” I said, laying a draw 4 card down on the pile.

“Fuck off.” They said rapidly shifting through their hand, desperately looking for a way out of this

“Dammit.” They mumbled drawing four cards passive aggressively, grumbling and mumbling to themselves

“Ooo is my little grumble-bear angy?” I said pinching their cheeks with my free hand, making a cooing noise.

“You have point two seconds to remove your hands before I tickle you.” They threatened not batting an eye.

Me being, at least two heads taller then the feisty Little gremlin, was unfazed at this threat.

“Alright that’s fucking it.” They concluded, jumping up and pouncing at me

Their hands made their way up my ribs, my personal weak spot when it comes to tickling.

“N-No Wait! HOONEY, MERCY PLEASEEEEee aGhhg æaaahhe HONEY PLEASE!” I begged and pleaded

“I warned you didn’t I?” They asked moving to my belly, which coincidentally was my other weak spot, they sighed and sat back down.

“Your such an asshole.” I said laughing.

“Only when you deserve it.” They retorted.

I reached over to grab a blanket from the other side of the couch, and light spread it across my cold thighs in a pair of whisp thin shorts.

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Saturday, 3:23pm

“I’m just telling you literally nobody likes that god damn movie.” They said pointing at the TV screen, which broadly displayed the live action avatar and the last air bender

“I hear it’s good!” I exclaimed

“From who??!!” They asked almost yelling.

I whipped out my phone to look at the reviews and they weren’t exactly the best. But I believe in giving everything a try.

“No no no, let’s just watch princess bride.” They concluded

“Ohh isn’t that the one with that one dude prince hump-her-dick?” I asked laughing

“NO ITS HUMPERDINK DUMBASS!” They sighed, sinking into the couch.

I laughed with that knowledge seared into my head now.

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Saturday 4:45pm

“The R.O.U.S? I don’t believe those exist.” I covered my eyes as Wesley got attacked by a big rat looking thing, in some forest with fire and quicksand.

“Stop being a baby.” Honey said to me rolling their eyes.

“It’s gross, he bleeding!” I exclaimed, pulling a pillow over my eyes.

“Tell me when it’s over..” I groaned

“It’s over.” They said, I uncovered my eyes to reveal that it was not in fact over.

“You ass hole!” I said groaning.

They laughed at me, per usual. Fuck when we’re they not laughing at me?

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Saturday 11:23pm

“Goodnight guy.” They said, leaning over to kiss me. Which I happily retaliated the action.

“Goodnight my honey.. love you.” I said into the kiss.

“Love you too.” They flipped off the lamp next to them, snuggled into my side, and quietly fell into their sleepiness.

And they all lived happily ever after

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pix3lplays · 3 months

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Epsilon (Pluto) dating hcs pleaseeeeee

Whoa an actual Epsilon request? Yay, okay!! Let’s do it, thanks so much!

Notes/Cw: Assuming reader is a human in this version and I’m just kinda…making stuff up about how dating a robot would work in the Pluto universe, so just bear with me haha.

ALSO some angst!

Sharing a bed

SPOILERS FOR PLUTO…mainly episode 7, but also the overall plot of the show

Also if anyone at all has any other Epsilon requests for me I am ALL ears-

Also also! Kinda nervous because I don’t think I’ve seen any Epsilon x reader’s on tumblr? So yeah haha…

-Epsilon dating headcanons-

Epsilon, one of the seven strongest robots in the world…and…your dear boyfriend.

Anyone would think your love story is grand and fascinating…I mean…a human dating a robot? Especially one as powerful as Epsilon? Sounds like something that’d be on the news. Maybe it was.

Human/robot relationships weren’t…unheard of, but not exactly smiled upon in a world still hesitant to accept robots as members of society.

Your love story isn’t some incredible, fascinating tale of romance and drama…the truth of the matter is you were just one of the caretakers at his orphanage…you were so kind, so gentle with the children…and of course you always treated him with respect and admiration that he thought he didn’t deserve.

But how could you not show him respect and admiration? You really did admire him. Not only did he refuse to fight in the war, he even dedicated himself to taking care of the orphans from that horrible war…

He can tell that you really care for the children, just as much as he does. Both of your lives are quite literally dedicated to those kids.

The two of you just naturally grow closer.

It’s strange really. He’s always been just…Epsilon to you. And now suddenly you’re noticing little things about him. His gentle hands…the way his hair blows in the wind…those special moments when he smiles, and his expression is so soft and warm and for some reason your heart flutters when you see him.

One night after you’ve finished putting the children to bed, you run into Epsilon. He was waiting for you.

“May we speak for a moment, y/n?” he asks.

“Of course…” you say. Your little crush on Epsilon was starting to make your life…difficult. You couldn’t even look into his eyes at this point.

No matter how elegant his speech, he can’t hide the fact that he’s feeling a little awkward in this moment.

“I know that up until this moment our relationship has been strictly professional, and if you want it to stay that way then you should tell me now, and I will respect your wishes…”

Your silence speaks volumes, especially with the way you finally manage to look into his eyes with curiosity at his words.

He does his best to explain it. He’s known you for a long time now, and he’s always appreciated how kind and gentle you are…especially with the children.

“I would do anything for the children…” you say quietly.

“As would I…y/n…and…”

You wait with bated breath.

“I would do anything for you, too.”

“Epsilon…”

“I know that in this society, a relationship between us would be generally frowned upon, even if not prohibited by law…I don’t want to subject you to persecution because you chose to-”

“I don’t care about any of that. I want to be with you…” you interrupt him.

Yeah anyone would know such a thing was considered ‘wrong’ overall, even with the anti-discrimination laws in place. It would be seen as ‘unnatural’ and quite simply there were bound to be people who would question if you even consented to be in a relationship with him, or if he was just using his position and power to force you.

And so it begins. He’s insistent about your reputation though. He wants to keep the relationship a secret until the right time. The children don’t know, the other caretakers don’t know…the two of you are good at keeping everyone unaware of your romantic involvement with each other.

It’s amazing really, even though he does his best to treat you normally when you’re around others, you can just feel how much he cares about you.

Your first kiss wasn’t grand or romantic. You were the only two left awake, and you were sharing a quiet moment of calm after the chaos that inevitably comes from watching over children all day.

The two of you are standing by the window.

He can’t stop looking over at you while you gaze out into the darkness of outside.

Epsilon was a gentleman. He asks you.

“May I…kiss you?” he takes your hand and he is so gentle with you, touching you like you were made of glass.

You nod, look at him expectantly, waiting for your kiss. His free hand finds your cheek, and he leans in to kiss you. First he kisses the corner of your mouth, as if to let you adjust to the feeling of his lips on you. He’s cold. You shouldn’t be surprised, all of Epsilon was cold, from his hands to his cheeks to all the rest of his body, and you SAVORED the sensation of touching his cold body. And a moment later his lips meet yours, and you trace your hands up his chest and wrap them snugly around his shoulders. He’s so gentle with you. As gentle as he could possibly be…he holds you as long as he can, before you finally pull away when you both hear one of the children stirring.

-General dating headcanons-

It’s a requirement that you like children if you want to be with Epsilon. He really just…couldn’t be with someone who had a dislike of children, it just wouldn’t work.

Surprisingly a traditional lover, despite being a robot. He’ll refuse to share a bed with you until you’re actually married to each other.

Despite your best efforts, your relationship eventually gets the attention of the media. Even if human/robot relationships aren’t THAT uncommon, given you’re dating one of the most powerful robots in the world, with a unique public reputation, expect lots of attention from reporters who are just dying to write a story on all the intricacies of your relationship with Epsilon. Not that there’s much to tell to be honest. Yes you LOVE Epsilon and he loves you but the two of you really do refrain from being romantic with each other most of the time.

The two of you tend to prioritize the children over each other…taking care of all those kids is a full time job…

Of course he wishes he had more time for you, but neither of you would be happy if he chose you over the children.

That doesn’t mean he NEVER has time for you though. When you do get time together he takes you on dates. Traditional dates like nice dinners and romantic strolls…basically the date is ideal if he gets to relax and catch up with you on how you’ve been doing and feeling lately.

Epsilon is really interesting because he does understand how comforting physical affection can be. You see it in the way he gently hugs his children. Even if the sensation is lost on him, the importance of the gesture isn’t. Of course once he’s comfortable enough with you too he’ll give you sweet hugs and hold your hand and occasionally let himself kiss you.

The only times when you really find Epsilon breaking your heart is when he tries to sit you down for the, “if anything ever happens to me-” conversation. You don’t want to hear it, don’t want to think about something that awful. But it was hard to avoid when the murders started taking place, and he was a Clear target. All he wants is for you to promise to take care of the children without him, and of COURSE you will but…you don’t Want to do it without him.

He’s definitely not the most experienced when it comes to Any sort of relationship, whether that’s friendship, or romantic. In fact you’re the first person he’s ever had this deep a connection to. He genuinely never imagined himself falling in love…but now here he was.

-So I KNOW you just asked for dating hcs….but have a few marriage hcs as a treat~

Epsilon who catches you by complete surprise when he gets down on one knee, clutching a ring.

You really had thought he’d Never want to get married, if only solely to protect your reputation. You really believed that if you wanted to marry him, you’d be the one to propose…and you doubted that he’d even say yes.

You were satisfied just dating him.

But here he was, proposing to you.

Of course you say yes…it’s Epsilon asking you. His proposal is so sweet and genuine, and he reminds you that you should not feel pressured into marrying him if you aren’t ready, but really…you’ve been dreaming about this moment. You just never thought it would come.

Epsilon…wants to marry you.

You try to keep the ceremony secret…the two of you really don’t want the media getting involved in your relationship. Again.

But APPARENTLY they did because on the news the next day are videos and pictures of the wedding…ah well…at least they didn’t ruin your wedding day. It was The happiest day of your life so…how could you really mind that So many people were seeing your smiling face right now?

Epsilon was quite horrified to see that your wedding was so blatantly made into news like that, accompanied by various ‘experts’ arguing the ethics of a human marrying a robot…It caused QUITE the debate, bad enough that he quickly shuts off the television, just in case it was disturbing you. You do wonder what he intended to do about it, but whatever it was he backed off when you insisted you didn’t want to make a big deal over it.

How can it really bother you at this point? You’re finally married to Epsilon. Let the media talk about it. You didn’t care.

Even after marriage it takes Epsilon a while before he first shares a bed with you.

Despite how well you know Epsilon, you’re really not sure why…but you can only respect his decision.

But the first night you Actually spend with Epsilon?? He was pretty shy. You’re surprised you’re actually able to coax him into bed that night.

Initially he just sorta keeps to his side of the bed, it’s up to you to snuggle up next to him if you want to cuddle.

So you do. You wrap an arm around him, and snuggle up against his arm.

He’s stiff and awkward at first, not used to being so physically affectionate with you.

Eventually…he’ll wrap an arm around you in turn, gently, softly, like he’s worried he’ll hurt you…as if he hasn’t already mastered being gentle with humans.

A little strange sleeping next to a being that doesn’t…breathe, but once you get used to it??

Most comfortable sleep of your LIFE. And you get to sleep like that Every night now? Amazing.

(Also I’m having a silly thought of you needing a glass of water in the middle of the night, and dragging your husband out of bed because he GLOWS!! Very convenient for you so you don’t stub your toe, and you don’t need to hurt your eyes by turning on all the lights in the house. A common Epsilon Win not gonna lie.)

-Ok ANGST and Spoiler alert!! Sorry I cannot HELP it-

But just IMAGINE-

You haven’t even been married that long.

And suddenly your husband is cruelly taken from you.

All that was recovered was his hands, you didn’t even have a body to bury properly…Often times the deceased’s memory chip would be given to the surviving spouse but…not even that could be found.

There was NOTHING left of him.

Of course, you weren’t completely alone. There were the other caretakers, and the children, so even if all of you were grieving the loss of your beloved Epsilon, at least you weren’t grieving alone…

But how do you explain this to the children? That the one constant in their chaotic lives was ripped away violently from them, and wouldn’t be back, ever again.

It’s hard. Hard to explain, hard for the children to understand, and watching them break down in tears at the thought of never seeing Epsilon again…it was difficult.

Of course you do what you can for them, but it’s hard to deny that Epsilon was the favorite among the children.

You have to be strong. For yourself. For your children. But of course the media won’t leave you alone, as someone widowed by an infamous serial killer…maybe eventually you just…break on camera. What did they really want from you? To see you like this? Of course you were heartbroken by Epsilon’s death what more did they expect from you?

And of course there were the anti-robot organizations who celebrated the murder of your husband, celebrated that you were free from that robot…it was…frustrating.

And even the people who weren’t necessarily anti-robot had problems with him, given that he was a pacifist during the war.

An unfortunate amount of people felt neutral or even happy about Epsilon’s death.

Yeah, it’s painful. Eventually you’re able to chase away the media, and live as a recluse with the children, but really, none of you are ever the same after his passing.

Author’s note: right, I guess that covers my thoughts for now…sorry that took so long, but thank you so much for the Epsilon request!

#pluto epsilon x reader #Pluto #Epsilon x reader #Epsilon #Pluto Epsilon

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chuncao · 1 year

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Chocolate

Joongdok Highschool AU

It was a Sunday morning just like usual. Yoo Joonghyuk was playing some casual games when Kim Dokja suddenly barged into his room.

“Joonghyuk-ah, are you free?”

The boy looked up at him with a face that spelled trouble. Yoo Joonghyuk could tell from his nearly 20-year experience that every time his childhood friend had that look on his face, nothing good would ever come.

“What? Didn’t I tell you to knock the door before coming in?”

Yoo Joonghyuk scowled.

“Ehe I’m sorry. Anyway, tomorrow is valentine is sooooo…”

“Can you help me make chocolate?”

Kim Dokja boy gave him puppy eyes, which he was fully aware that the other boy was weak to them. Yoo Joonghyuk pretended that his heart didn’t ache at the mention of “chocolate”. Why would someone who hated cooking as much as tomatoes like Kim Dokja suddenly want to make chocolate? There’s only one reason.

“No.”

He curtly replied. Somewhere in his heart, Yoo Joonghyuk felt… sad. He knew that his love was futile as Kim Dokja never saw him more than a friend. They had been friends since the moment they were born, their houses being right next to each other. They were friends, family and life-long companions. Their relationship was far more precious than his selfish love, which Yoo Joonghyuk wouldn’t risk it for a nearly non-existent chance of getting his feelings requited. He was content with seeing the other boy happy, even if the one standing next to him was not Yoo Joonghyuk. When the time came that Kim Dokja introduced him to his loved one, Yoo Joonghyuk would make sure to bless them with every single ounce of happiness he had.

“Aren’t you free, Joonghyuk-ah.”

The boy whined.

“No, I had other things to do.”

It was a lie. He just simply didn’t want to do it. He not having any hope for his feelings didn’t mean that he could nonchalantly teach his crush how to make chocolate for another person.

“Pretty pleaseeeeee. I wouldn’t wake up late for school anymore.”

Kim Dokja grabbed his hands and lightly shook them.

“No. What did that have to do with me anyway.”

Actually, it did. Every morning, Yoo Joonghyuk would wait for Kim Dokja so that they could go to school together, even if that meant being scolded by the teachers for arriving late.

“Please, Joonghyuk-ah. I swear I wouldn’t leave my tomatoes behind.”

“And I wouldn’t disturb you when you are studying.”

“I would sleep on my own bed when I slept over!”

Kim Dokja had a bad habit of sleeping on Yoo Joonghyuk’s bed whenever he came over, claiming that hugging the other boy helped him sleep better. Not that he minded, but it was bad for his heart, so he told Kim Dokja to stop doing so. Not that his childhood friend ever listened to him though.

“Fine. But promise me that you wouldn’t hold the knife.”

“Yay! Thank you so much Joonghyuk-ah! You are the best!”

The boy gave him a quick hug before running off to the kitchen downstair. Now alone, Yoo Joonghyuk couldn’t help but let out a big sigh. God, what should he do with his idiotic childhood friend?

—

Yoo Joonghyuk knew that Kim Dokja was a mess in a kitchen, but he wouldn’t think that the boy could get this bad. How could a person not be able to differentiate between salt and sugar??? And why did he hold the whisk like he was trying to kill someone with it??? Yoo Joonghyuk felt like his lifespan would be shortened a lot after this traumatizing cooking session with Kim Dokja.

“Joonghyuk-ah, can I add chili powder in? The color looks pretty.”

Kim Dokja, with the chili powder box in hand, asked him innocently. Something snapped in Yoo Joonghyuk’s head.

“N- I think you can. Maybe it will taste good.”

No, it would never be. But somehow, Yoo Joonghyuk wanted to mess up with whoever that was on the receiving end of Kim Dokja’s chocolate. He knew he was being a bastard, but the exhaustion from having to babysit Kim Dokja in the kitchen for the past few hours had taken over his head. Screw them, the mf who made him do this.

“What about turmeric powder? They smell good too?”

After adding a fuck ton of chili powder, Kim Dokja was now looking at the turmeric powder innocently sitting on the shelf.

“Why not?”

Yoo Joonghyuk curtly replied. And with that, the melted chocolate slowly turned into a suspicious-looking mixture.

The whole thing repeated a few times with curry powder, oregano, thyme and garlic powder being added consecutively. Every time Kim Dokja took something, Yoo Joonghyuk grimaced, silently praying for whoever had to receive this monstrosity. Not like he’s sympathetic to them though.

“Phew, done.”

Kim Dokja looked at the final product with satisfaction. Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t know how to describe it aside from the world “horrible”?

“What do you think, Joonghyuk-ah”

His friend turned to him with an anticipating expression.

“It’s… unique.”

He hesitated for a bit before replying. There’s no way he could tell the boy that whoever ate that would need to get their stomach washed immediately.

“Hehe, thanks!”

Kim Dokja beamed while slowly placed the thingy? into a box. The box was pure black with a small white ribbon on the top of the lid. Were Yoo Joonghyuk to be honest, the box was right to his taste. Simple yet elegant. But he would never be the one to receive it.

Kim Dokja must be thinking about the other person as Yoo Joonghyuk could see a blush donning his pump white cheeks. He was even humming a melody that Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t recognize. The boy looked… happy.

Yoo Joonghyuk felt his heart dropped but he chose to ignore it. Watching your crush making chocolate for another person was a weird experience, he gotta say. If he wanted to stay by Kim Dokja’s side as a friend, he probably would encounter this kind of events more and more in the future. As a result, Yoo Joonghyuk had no choice but to keep a straight face even if his mind was screaming him to confess his love already.

Before he knew it, Kim Dokja was already done with the wrapping. The boy quickly gathered his things and bid goodbye to Yoo Joonghyuk:

“Bye, Joonghyuk-ah. See you tomorrow at school.”

With that, his friend left, just like a storm that stirred up his mundane life.

—

“Yo, Joonghyuk! What’s with that face right in the morning?”

Han Sooyoung’s irritating voice entered his ears. She was wearing a shit-eating grin, one hand holding a lollipop while standing next to Yoo Sangah.

“Good morning, Joonghyuk. What’s the matter? You seem to be in a bad mood.”

The class representative, unlike the other girl, asked him with genuine concern.

“It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

He replied with a straight face. In fact, he wasn’t okay. He had already felt terrible after yesterday’s events and when he woke up today, he found out that Kim Dokja had already left for school without him. On the way to school, girls kept trying to start a conversation with him, many even holding a box of who-knew-what. He promptly ignored them all, but some just didn’t know how to give up. One girl even tried to shove a chocolate box in his hands despite his ignorant attitude. In short, Yoo Joonghyuk was feeling like shit.

“Lmao how can he be fine? Kim Dokja told me he was making chocolate for valentine this year.”

Han Sooyoung gave him a mocking smile. This girl, he would have punched her already if she wasn’t Kim Dokja’s best friend.

“Really? But… Dokja’s cooking is quite… unconventional right?”

Yoo Sangah chimed in, a worried look on her face. It was a well-known fact among their friend circle that Kim Dokja’s cooking was lethal and whoever ate them would need a hospital checkup. After all, his friends were the first one to taste his cooking.

“Well, no one wants to eat that shit anyway. Ah wait, a certain someone might be dying to eat those chocolate though~”

Thinking that he didn’t want to put up with her shenanigans anymore, Yoo Joonghyuk promptly ignored Han Sooyoung to return to his seat. He could still feel eyes on his back but he didn’t pay them any mind. His mind was occupied with the thought of who Kim Dokja was going to give his chocolate to today. Lee Seolhwa? Min Jiwon? Jang Hayoung? Or Lee Hyunsung? Whoever it was, he hoped they had a shitty day like he was.

When Yoo Joonghyuk looked into his desk’s drawer to grab a textbook out, he noticed a small box sitting in it. The box was pure black with a small ribbon attached on it. Wait… why did this box feel so familiar…

Yoo Joonghyuk quickly opened the box to see what was inside. A brown glob of unidentified matters met his eyes, the very one that he had just seen Kim Dokja make yesterday. Beside the brown glob was a note with a handwriting that he couldn’t be more familiar with:

“Happy valentine, my sunfish! Would you be my boyfriend?”

Yoo Joonghyuk didn’t know if he should laugh or cry. Well, if becoming Kim Dokja’s boyfriend meant that he had to pay a visit to the hospital then he would gladly do so a million times again.

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #joongdok #kdj #yjh #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk

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scaraberri · 1 month

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Celestial Symphony

[03: A Reunion to come?]

[scaramouche x Fem!reader]

Word count: 1k

Note: SO IM BACK ;)

srry if this seems rushed (T.T)

Eula , Noelle , Kazuha , Aphria(?) , Scaramouche , Elliot

There were rumors since his birth, on how he was cursed. Blessed by the devil himself. That he was going to deprive the nation of all its glory if he ever took the throne, it was all…

Bullshit…

I mean to be fair, what did he ever do? He was just born and the world seemed to already hate him…

Sure he’s rude and narcissistic, but that the world fault for making him that way..

If only he were to have a beacon of light

To guide him

So he doesn’t end up as a self-fulfilling prophecy…

“your grace…”

“your grace-!” Noelle yell’s, while eula stands next to her.

“Huh…what happened”

“ooh your alright! I was so worried when you passed out, I thought I did something wrong when I couldn’t wake up up-” her word halt when she feels a hand on her shoulder

“calm down Noelle” eula speaks

“Ah! My apologies…i didn’t mean to-” she stutters as she lets go of you. “are you alright your grace”

“I'm okay…more importantly what happened..?” you ask as you rise from laying on your bed

“you tell me, not even a minute into the carriage you collapsed, do have kind of condition or…”

“I-..no I just had a weird dream that’s all… but what are you doing here I thought you left with miss kujou sara ”

“I did, and after finished my business there, I came home to a very alarmed Noelle banging on my door”

“I may have over stepped” Noelle sweats “but for good reason! It was unexpected and you didn’t seem like you simply fainted from exhaustion, so I got worried…my apologies”

“no no…its fine...I’m glad to have friends like you…who always come to my rescue…thank you” You smile” you both are the best thing that could happen to me” the two went quiet

“Well! You should get ready now, you were out most of the day, And its almost time for your classes…so get prepared” Eula says crossing her arms and looking away so that they cant spot the evident blush on her face.

“lady Eula you cant be serious she just woke up” Noelle negotiates

“Its fine I’ll go easy”

You just stare at the two’s interaction, smiling to yourself… but what was that dream…?

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Elliot was well known in the castle, holding nicknames like the princes loyal dog ever since he was little, He had originally been the princes playmate but had become the princes personal butler or adviser.

Did he like his job? Of course there couldn’t be a better one out there

Really? Of course

Reeealllyy? …

“your highness please reconsider…” Elliot pleads

“No”

“Please your highness you cant miss this! If you do the nobles will be pointing there guns at me for not doing anything”

“well your doing plenty so no.”

“what do I have to do? Should I beg? I’ll beg! Just please please please please please please pleaseeeeee” he kneels onto the floor

Scaramouche sighs “get up, im not changing my mind…”

“your highness” Elliot sobs “the prince leave the future of the kingdom to his butler in exchange for some tea time with his friends…I can already see the newspaper circling through the commoners like wild fire”

“Your overthinking it, think of it this way. The prince ignores the nobles cries for help in exploiting their workers for their greedy plans. Come on what’s the big deal you’ve done this before” he looks down at his butler who holds back tears

“I’ve done it before and ALMOST DIED!”

“they didn’t try to kill you”

“those glares said otherwise”

“pretty please Elliot just this once~” Scaramouche asks sweetly….for once…

“oh well how am I to refuse” Elliot blushes smiling to himself

“oh thanks you’re an angel Elli~” He walks out and into the carriage at lighting speed

“oh its nothing have a safe trip-…” …

…

“Curse your naive little heart Elliot even the rats can tell that you’ve been fooled again”

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“Sooooo…why?”

“Don’t ask he hasn’t answered since he got here”

The two stare at the prince, The future glory of the empire sitting in front of then crushing every biscuit he could get his hands on…

…

“I feel bad for Elliot”

“God pray for his soul”

…

“I need help”

“like mentally, yeah I can get you a place in the asylum”

“No- like you know…with her, I…I had a great idea on how I can make the perfect scenario for us to meet again but when I asked that damn woman for help, she refused! Kitsune are just so annoying and … and cunning”

“oh I got a great idea” the other two look at him “how about you..”

…

“-talk to her”

SMACK

“Eh-..SCARA!”

“I’m serious, I really need help…please…” his voice quiets down

“UGH- FINE, we’ll help” Aphria answer’s crossing her arms

“really” he looks up

They nod in unison

“but you need to put in the effort and NOT run away”

“thanks i guess”

She only hums sinking back into her seat “actually I have a question”

“about what”

“About this uh…whats his face- oh Shin”

…

“what about him?”

“He passed recently didn’t he?”

…Both Kazuha and Scara remain quiet

“what are you going on about”

“Nothing I just none of it makes sense…I saw my father stressing over his case a few weeks ago, I got curious so I decided to have a little read my self and well…none of it makes sense.”

She sigh’s as she begins to list her reasons

“They said he died in a carriage accident but there was no sign of a crashed carriage and I doubt there even was a body because from the reports his accident wasn’t so severe that they had to have a closed casket funeral”

“maybe the Dutchess just wanted that, you know its hard to come to piece with the fact that her only son died”

“wait does Lady (y/n) know?”

“I doubt it” Scara finally speaks after awhile

“They wouldn’t bother with it, since she’s considered illegitimate”

“it pisses me off”

…

“lets stop there for now, I’m sure Elliot’s waiting for you to be back”

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“sir Elliot respectfully, These matters are something that we need to personally speak to the crown prince about”

“I’m truly sorry but the only form admiration you’ll be meeting is me” Elliot feines a smile

“Understand that our stock have been receding we must speak with the crown prince-”

“The only thing receding is your hairline”

“uh- What…”

“You heard me get out”

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Authors note:

so hiii... how have yall been doing???

okay so a little update on where I've been so her goes

so graduated recently :3

well not recently about last year and i started college...

yipee...

its been weird since I'm far away from family and it feels awkward being a whole country away from my parents

i am currently surviving off of coffee and cupped noodles

I have been thinking of posting for a while and this was rotting in my drafts

IM going to try and post 3 chapters by next week so stay tuned

anyways i love you all bye

have a good night or morning where ever you live <3

PS: remember to come back and fix any spelling errors

Taglist:

@kunikuzushis-darling

Masterlist:

#wanderer x reader #wanderer x y/n #scaramouch x y/n fluff #scaramouche x reader fluff #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader fluff #kunikuzushi x y/n #genshin scaramouche #beryl.is.free

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little-escapist · 6 months

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<3 angsty romance prompt 15 pleaseeeeee

Whoopsie. Um. I am not sure what this is. More action than angst, probably? Warnings for violence. I also changed the prompt slightly.

15) ”Please. Just kill me and get it over with. Don’t screw me over. and. over again.”

“Kurt?”

Both Rachel and Santana turn around, away from their captive, to stare in shock. Kurt keeps his face stern and unmoving, not meeting their alarmed, masked eyes.

“Kurt, what’s going on?” Blaine’s eyes are huge with fear and damn but he shouldn’t look so good tied up to a chair, hands behind his back. His hair has escaped from its gel. He looks a little wild.

“Hold up.” Santana marches to Kurt and drags him away by his arm none too gently. Once she deems that they’re far enough, she stops. “Why does he know your name?”

Kurt swallows. “Because he’s the guy I’ve been seeing.”

Santana’s mouth drops open. “Holy shit, Blackbird. How’re you going to get out of this one?”

“I’m still working on it,” Kurt says, hoping he sounds calmer than he feels. The last few days have been a living nightmare, knowing it would come to this, to torture and pain. He has no choice. He never wanted Blaine to find out about his other identity, but then again, he never expected Blaine to be his next target, either. It all just proves how deep he is, how nothing good can ever happen to him.

“Well, feel free to tell us any time about how you wish to proceed,” Santana says. “He’s yours. I’m not touching him unless you tell me to.”

A horrible, pain-filled scream echoes as a finish to Santana’s sentence. They share a quick look. Kurt feels his insides twist. The scream came from Blaine. Rachel started without them.

“Fuck,” Santana swears and turns around to run.

Kurt shakes himself out of his frozen state to follow her.

“Nightingale!” Santana roars. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Completing the assignment,” Rachel answers, indignant. “You two went away to gossip, but time is running out. We need the answers or we’re screwed.”

“Kurt?” Blaine sounds desperate. There’s a huge red mark on his left cheek. That’ll turn into a bruise very soon, Kurt knows from experience. “She… she said… that you’re here to kill me.”

Kurt can’t speak. He only wants to comfort and care, he wants to untie Blaine and gather him close. He thought he could keep his cover, but Blaine saw right through it the moment he opened his mouth. Now he has to look into the eyes of the man he loves and see his pain reflected back.

“Yes. You give us the codes to family estate, and we’ll be merciful,” Rachel says. “The longer you hold out, the longer you’ll hurt.”

Blaine’s eyes narrow. “Kurt, I’m speaking to you. Has all this been a con? You just… you just want the Anderson money?”

Kurt says nothing. He does close his eyes when Rachel hits Blaine again, tries to ignore the slap and the groan of pain that follows. He feels Santana’s hand on his shoulder. He wants to stop Rachel, but he has no idea how they’ll get out of this alive if he does. He knows there’s a camera recording this small, lit area of the warehouse. Their bosses want it all and they’re not giving them much leeway but to do their bidding.

Once Blaine speaks, they’ll have what they want – an in to the Anderson estate without breaking a single lock or door. But they like the violence. They would have enjoyed Ancient Rome and the gladiator fights, for they want to see blood and death. They will want to see Blaine’s blood. Blaine’s death.

“Kurt.” Blaine is pleading, voice wet. “Please tell me you didn’t seduce me just for this. Please tell me I didn’t fall for you just to end up here.”

Kurt clenches his fists by his sides and opens his eyes again. There’s a tiny trickle of blood at the corner of Blaine’s mouth. He probably bit his cheek with the last hit.

Rachel turns to stare at Kurt, eyes huge behind her mask. She’s finally catching on. Santana shakes her head, still standing by Kurt’s side.

“Kurt, tell me. Was it all just a lie?” Blaine starts crying, face contorting – he’s not a pretty crier. He looks like a mess and Kurt loves him. He loves him maybe even more than during their nights together, during lazy mornings trading kisses and orgasms, during silly tv shows or duets in the kitchen. He never said the words, trying to gather his courage, and then he got this assignment. Then it was impossible to say anything at all.

“I can’t believe this,” Blaine mutters, as if to himself, and spits blood that splatters right next to his foot.

“Tell us the combination to the gate,” Santana says, stepping in. She clearly sees that Kurt is useless right now.

Blaine lets out a bitter laugh. “You’re too late. See, I told them I was done playing their games, that I was in love with a man, and my code will no longer work.” He turns his eyes from Santana to Kurt and Kurt shivers at the pain and anger there. “See, Kurt. Some of us want to be honest. I got screwed over by my family, but I didn’t care because on the other side there was you. Only for you to screw me over as well. So. Please. Just kill me and get it over with.”

A pained breath escapes from Kurt. He can’t. He won’t. He doesn’t know how to. He will not be able to hurt this man.

“He’s of no use to us,” Santana sighs. “How great. We’re fucked.”

“How do you know he’s not lying?” Rachel asks, stepping closer to Blaine and grabbing his hair. “Maybe he’s just trying to trick us.”

Blaine grimaces. “Oh, ask Kurt. He knows how my family is. They don’t like gay people. I was disowned. You’re free to try ABD9914, but it won’t work.”

“You got what you wanted!” Santana shouts, grabs her pistol from her belt and shoots towards the ceiling. A weird sound and an electric burning smell erupt.

“That was their camera. Let’s get out of here.” She goes to Blaine and starts working on the rope tying him to the chair. Rachel lets go of his hair and bites her lip. Kurt stands still.

“Hawk, that was not smart,” Rachel says. “We’re as good as dead.”

“This is not happening on my watch, pipsqueak. I am not making him kill the man he loves,” Santana says, helping Blaine to his feet. “So sorry, nothing personal, just some very unfortunate business.”

Blaine sighs, twists and stretches his arms. “Apparently. It could have been just business, but someone turned it personal. Was any of it real?” His voice is too loud in Kurt’s ears.

“All of it,” Kurt whispers, breathless, shaken and numb. “I love you and then they forced me to do this.”

“I never knew fashion design included kidnapping and torturing people.”

“Let’s get going,” Santana interrupts. “You can talk on the way. We must clear this place before they come after us.”

#my writing #my fic #klaine #glee #klaine fanfiction #klaine fic #prompt fic

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potato-an0n · 2 years

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Ima be honest……idk how to feel abt this episode…..i mean, i get it, there’s so much to unpack in such a short amount of time but it just…..idk it feels a bit incomplete in a way like, they really shortened the wittebane bros storyline and pushed the grimwalker reveal to the side and although i saw the death signs (and spoilers) of flapjack, I’m more confused on wat just happened???? Idk, it just feels off in a way tht I can’t put into words.

Also, idk how i felt abt willow’s character writing in this episode as well like, she felt a bit off then again, I’m willow biased lol.

And speaking of Willow

Please please please please pleaseeeeee tell me I’m not the only one who sees the pan colors too……..right?

Other than that, at least we got Camila and Luz to talk, more insight on Camila and Luz as well, along with Manny (Luz’s dad), some cute lumity, huntlow (ofc and toh crew needs to stop teasing us istg-), hunter just….being a normal teenager and bonding with the squad and isn’t alone anymore (and then he got possessed) and vee (i love vee sm, she’s my second fav) getting a partner (who’s nonbinary). It’s an enjoyable episode but i think it was pretty overhyped bc we’ve been starving for more content for too long.

#the owl house #toh #huntlow

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winderlylandchime · 6 months

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2/2 ‘BEN YOU SUCK! You suck so bad! Fuck you! Mike deserves better! What a piece of shit. Mike, dump him! Dump him hard!’ the Linds/Sam scene is up ‘WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON IN THIS FUCKING GALLERY?! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT?! WHAT IN THE HOLY FUCK IS HAPPENING?! LINDSAY?! WHAT THE FUCK?! *looks at me* just so we’re clear. It’s not that shes fucking cheating with a dude…it’s just..WHY HIM?! Whats wrong with the blondie’s in this show? First Justin with that dude, now her with this pig. MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOP MAKE IT STOOOOOOOOOOP’ and we are back to Ben and his student ‘oh are you gonna cheat too?! What is going on over here?! BEN STOP KISSING HIM! (The guy reveals that he wants to be infected) WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON IN THIS SHOW?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT?? WHAT IS HAPPENING? WHAT THE FUCK? MAKE ALL OF THIS STOP!’ And we are finally back to Britin ‘look at Blondie making boner tea! *gasps and points to the tv* HE DRANK IT?! He actually drank it. I thought he’d get offended and angry and throw it. MY BABY IS GROWING UP AND CHANGING! Justin..i dont think it works that fast. (brian tells justin whats bothering him) wait. He’s actually sharing? His problems? He’s talking? With words? Not to sound like a broken record but MY BABY IS GROWING UP!’ And we are officially at the Deb/Joan scene ‘she’s praying for Brian. Oh that’s sweet. HE DOES HAVE THE BIGGEST HEART *he is once again tearing up* (joan pops up) what the fuck are you doing here bitch?! (Joan says at least we have our children) the fuck you do. You don’t have SHIT! NO DEBBIE DO NOT TELL HER! SHE DOESNT DESERVE TO KNOW. Fuck her.’ ‘I missed Emmett and Ted being best friends! This is so nice to see again! I missed them! Dont leave me ever again!’ ‘I swear every attempt they make to try and get Ben less boring, it fails. Because what kind of fuck shit storyline is this?!’ And Joan popped up on the screen ‘for fucks sake! What is she doing here? Brian, you shouldve kicked her out. HA she likes the name, brian pleaseeeeee tell her your boyfriend came up with it! PLEASE! Of course he’s not gonna let me have this (Brian says the maybe bc she loved him line) EXACTLY! And she loves you too. (Joan says she loves brian at that exact moment) not you, you bitch. You dont know love. Fuck you. Brian kick her out. DEBBIE TOLD?! THAT WAS NOT HERS TO TELL! WHAT THE FUCK DEBBIE! God’s plan? What the fuck is she saying? Shes saying that he has cancer because he’s gay? *looks at me* can i throw something at her? Please? If i break the tv, ill buy you a new one (the answer was obviously no to which he groaned like a child) FUCK YOU YOU FUCKING BITCH! (Joan says he can still change) he already has! He’s grown so much! BRIAN KICK HER OUT PLEASE! (Brian says he wants to be hard) *starts laughing like an idiot* tell her about the boner tea! Justin would’ve told her, that little shit. (Brian tells that one day in heaven line) poor baby. I want to hug him. Debbie, i wanna fight you so bad! Twice you did this to him! TWICE! What the fuck! Let kids ignore their shitty abusive parents if they want to! (brian realizes that he has a boner) look at god being an *makes fist* ally’ We are at the scene where Drew kisses Emmett and he just gasped and stared with his mouth opened. And back to Britin! ‘Is he looking for Blondie? Of course he is! LOOK AT THEM CELEBRATING A BONER!’ ‘Wait. Ben wrote a new book? Poor mike. Imagine reading your man basically cheated on you and then he gives it to you for an opinion’ unfortunately he only watched these two episodes because he had PT afterwards and then when we came back he was exhausted and went to lay down but let me tell you what also happened..

What is wrong with the blondies on this show? Indeed. They cheat with the worst men. Ever.

AND YES WHY THE FUCK DOES DEBBIE TELL JOAN? Stay the fuck out of Brian’s relationship with his parents.

HE HAS GROWN SO MUCH. Your brother really sees it. Sometimes I feel like I’m in this fandom echo chamber where we each recite the evidence that Brian changes because we want him to grow and change (for his own happiness, no one can tell me he was perfectly happy in the pilot) (and for the ship) but then that seemingly all disappears in S5 so I start to gaslight myself. A complete stranger seeing the series and seeing the changes is so validating. So thank you siblings Anon.

“look at god being an *makes fist* ally” Yes she is!

Look at them celebrating a boner!

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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kamilllaaaaa · 2 years

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Rain Boots

summary: you love the rain and you convince steve to join you outside.

~so this can be like steve x platonic teen reader or steve x daughter u choose.

word count: maybe 200

it was a rainy day and you loved the rain so naturally you went to find steve to tell him you guys should totally go out and take a stroll.you put on your rain boots and ran to get steve.

S: “no y/n”

“what!? you don’t even know what i was gonna say”

S: “you have your rain boots on”

“ soooooo??”

…… “ can we pleaseeeeee go outside” you blurted out with your hands together and fingers interlaced.The sweet smile on your face made steve cave in. “okay” he said with a gentle smile.He put his hand on one side of your head and dragged it down. “i’ll go get my rain boots”

you giggled.

you met steve outside his room and he was carrying 2 things.raincoats. for the two of you.

you looked down and saw steve wearing his rain boots. you both had matching ones. you laughed again.steve interrupted your laugh “hey what’s so funny?”

“captain america wearing rain boots”

S: “oh cmon”

“ i don’t think you should add a raincoat” you said teasingly.

S: “only because i’m matching with my best girl” he said happily.

you smiled and went in for a hug, resting the side of your face on his chest. you could feel his large hand on the back of your head. “okay let’s get our raincoats on” he said.

you separated from him and he was holding your raincoat spreading it apart from both sides encouraging you to get in it.you turned around and put your arms in the arm holes. steve wrapped it around you and pulled your hair out from under the coat. “all set” he said.

after he got his coat on you guys made your way outside.you skipped and hopped in a puddle. “cmon steve!” you said motioning with your hand as well.

steve slow jogged over to where you were and kicked the puddle toward you, getting your pants wet. “hey!” you exclaimed then did the same thing to him then ran away. he was much faster than you though.right when he was on your tail you looked back and didn’t pay attention to where you were going.you tripped and fell on your knee,calming the impact with your hands. “ow!” you said loudly.

you turned around facing forward sitting on the pavement taking a looking at your knee.You had a scrape that had ripped your sweatpants.“oh no, you alright sweetheart?” steve asked while lowering himself to you.

“yeah”

“but we should probably go inside now”

steve chuckled and said okay heartily.

You two went back inside the compound and took your coats off once you neared your rooms.

“let’s get that knee taken care of” steve said while both of you went to his room.he took your coat and his and put them in the dirty clothes bin. “cmon” he said walking in the bathroom.

you went in and sat yourself on the sink counter.steve got out some alcohol and cotton ball. you had some dirt on your scrape so he was really concentrated cleaning up your knee.it hurt but not so much.

S: “you’re better than me at this”

S: “i still fuss when getting cleaned up, you’d think i’d be used to it”

you looked up and smiled at him.

“all done.go put on some different pants alright?” he said while putting a bandaid on your knee. “okay” you responded while getting off the counter.

steve grabbed your hand to help you as you hopped off the counter.honestly you would’ve taken a shower, but given that you were wearing your handy dandy raincoat, your hair was only a tad damp and just your pants were wet.so with that, you went to change your pants. the end

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i’m so bad at ending stories sorry.😨😍

also i’ll probs make a nat version of this.

pardon any mistakes pls i made this at 2 am🔥💯

#mcu fic #mcu fandom #steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x daughter

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jmflowers · 1 year

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For the weird questions to writer thingy 4-6-7-13-15-25-37 pleaseeeeee. And do you actually think writers are that weird?

4. What is a word that makes you go absolutely feral?

I’ve answered this once already, but I love those words that don’t really have a synonym. Like, there may be another word that means sort of the same thing, but it doesn’t convey the same way – the colloquialism is wrong or there just isn’t a way to translate it. Visceral is one of those words for me, since it takes so much description to express as much as it does on its own. Hygge is another really great one, though there are more version of it in other languages. I also love the word syntax because it’s one of the only words I remember and still use from grade ten English class.

6. What is your darkest fear about writing?

That what I believe about my own writing abilities is untrue. I’m terrified that one day someone will lift the veil and prove to me that I’m not any good at this. To imagine all the time and effort and energy I’ve put in to reach a point where I can be satisfied with what I accomplish just being for naught is devastating. I think I’d completely lose my sense of self if anyone were able to shake me that drastically.

I’m also terrified, with all things, that one day my health will fail me (again) and I’ll no longer be able to do what defines who I understand myself to be. I think I could eventually cope with never walking again, or being able to talk, or eating solid food, or whatever could befall me, but not being able to tell stories in some way would destroy me. I think, for me, words are the backbone of how I translate my love to others and I’m not sure how I would fill that gap.

7. What is your deepest joy about writing?

I’ve answered this once already. But, to add to the previous thoughts, I’ve got a lot of really amazing people in my life that I cherish greatly. However, the deepest, most important connections have been forged (at least partially) through writing. The girl I used to pass stories to in drama class when I was seventeen is still someone I go camping with every year and cry with when life is too fucking hard to comprehend. I spent my thirtieth birthday on a mountain with a friend who used to keep me company on Skype while I was writing my way through depression when I was nineteen – and she’ll still proofread anything I send her way, no questions asked. The first person I talk to every morning, arguably the most important person in my day, has let me sort through ideas with her for nearly a year.

I like that writing allows me to reach people I may never know, may never speak with. I love that what I create can impact someone else’s life in some miniscule way. But I’m truly, truly honoured that this piece of myself, when I choose to share it, can strengthen the bonds I have with people I love. Because words are how I translate my love to others.

13. What is a subject matter that is incredibly difficult for you to write about? What is easy?

I struggle a lot with conveying the challenges of mental health. There’s a really fine line between what feels honest and what feels inauthentic and it’s so easy to tip from one to the other. For someone who has experienced the weird conglomerate of highs and lows, I think there’s a lot more believability factor. But for someone who hasn’t, I think it starts to seem “overdramatic” really quickly. And I’m saying this as someone who used to only exclusively write dark moments, especially while I was in the thick of it myself. Now that I’m older, I worry about discrediting or even fuelling someone else’s experience. It’s easier, at least for me, to write a refuge from that.

Which is, to say, I think what's easy for me to write about is comfort and love. I can’t give every person a place where they can have safety and find redemption, but I can do that for characters and it almost feels like the same thing.

15. Do you write in the margins of your books? Dog-ear your pages? Read in the bath? Why or why not? Do you judge people who do these things? Can we still be friends?

No, no, and no. I grew up with not a lot of money, so we didn’t own most books that we had access to. If we did own them, they were treasured. I was taught very early on not to write in or damage anything that would need to be returned to the library or the person we’d borrowed from or even just passed along to the next person in the hand-me-down chain. It’s broken my heart every time I’ve lent a book from my collection to someone and they’ve either not treated it well or never returned it. I do not forget those things. I had a copy of Christina’s Ghost by Betty Ren Wright (Apple Paperbacks print) when I was a child that I loved so much, I lent it to a friend to read and she left it outside in the rain and destroyed it. I’ve never been able to replace that book and it haunts me even more than that ghost haunted Christina.

25. What is a weird, hyper-specific detail you know about one of your characters that is completely irrelevant to the story?

I like this question, so I’m going to do a few characters from a few different pieces or fandoms I’ve written for and from the current Hygge Universe.

In Extraordinary Measures, the doctor’s daughters are both named after flowers because the woman he loved was a florist and in his grief, he imagined that they would combine his love of science and her love of nature to name their children. If she hadn’t died and he hadn’t been able to create a new layer of reality, they would’ve had different names. Also, the drunk driver that killed the woman he loved is the same drunk driver that later killed Arizona in that layer of reality and then Teddy in the next layer of reality – because that person needed to have the fate of killing someone while intoxicated behind the wheel in order to reach the next step in their own journey and eventually find redemption. He went to jail, served his time, and helped others on their course to recovery.

In Epithet, Charity wakes up in the car in that suburban neighbourhood because Vanessa’s gone there to catch a glimpse of Johnny, who is living with Tracey in a witness protection situation while Vanessa is undercover. In original drafts of the story, Charity and Vanessa actually went there first before going to Vanessa’s agency, and meeting Johnny is why Charity decided to help with taking down her people. But Vanessa wouldn’t risk her son like that. I’d really like to finish that piece in particular because I have it all mapped out, but I’m not sure if the course of action will allow me to explain which of Charity’s kids exist or where they are. Charity's least favourite food is peanut butter.

In Hygge Universe, Maya and Carina settle on a donor who looks a bit more like Maya; each of the kids have one distinct feature from him that allow for a slight physical connection to Maya, though Maya and Carina never expected that would be the case. Carina buys Beatrice her first vibrator and Maya is the only one embarrassed by the experience – she never finds out that Carina did the same for Andrea. Carina’s knee hurts as she gets older because she once fell while out with the kids and never got it looked at because she was too busy trying to convince them that she was okay. Carina is called Mama instead of Mamma because Maya was worried she’d never be able to find her Mother’s Day cards in English with the correct spelling, but the kids usually just get her Italian cards anyways once they’re older and figure out where to find some. Beatrice ends up fluent in Italian; Andrea can understand it but doesn’t speak or write it very well.

In Visceral, Carina is on the shower floor because the guest bathroom doesn’t have a bathtub either. It’s one of only a few things that she dislikes about the apartment, another being that stupid closet tucked into the corner of the sitting room.

In general Station 19 fanfiction, Carina hates soy milk.

37. If you were to be remembered only by the words you’ve put on the page, what would future historians think of you?

Depends on which of my words they’re looking at. I am a different writer in different aspects of my life, different mediums, and with different characters. They’d probably just think I was committed to the process. And a big, big fan of women.

You think historians will ever figure out that people are gay?

And no, I don't think writers are weird. I think, like most sectors of creative people, that our brains function in a slightly different way than other human beans.

writer asks

#janelle's asks #thank for the activity friend #writer asks #anonymous #long post

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iamheadphones · 2 years

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June 2, 3027

“Julia if you ever wake up in the middle of the night and you see the lights on it is most likely one Samuel Arthur after midnight snacks.”Elliot said as they reached the bottom. She looked towards the kitchen to Sam turning around with a cookie in his mouth. “Oh hey you two.” Sam said as he turned fully around with the cookie box next to him. “Aren't those Rain’s cookies?” Elliot asked sarcastically as he approached Sam. “How did you know?” Sam asked sarcastically as he took another bite of the cookie. “The box has their name on it and it also says gluten free.” Elliot said as he pointed to the box behind Sam. “Wow, I couldn't tell that sherlock.” Sam said as he rolled his eyes. Elliot sighed as Julia looked at Sam confused. “But you have your glasses on. How could you not tell the cookies were Rain?” Julia asked. Sam snickered as Elliot facepalmed. “What if I’m blind with my glasses on?” Sam teased as he took another bite of the cookie he was holding. “Let me see your glasses.” Julia said as she reached up to grab Sam’s glasses. Sam passed them down to her. She looked through Sam’s glasses as he grabbed another cookie out of the box. “Wow you’re blind.” Julia said as everything looked very blurry through Sam’s glasses. “Yeah I know.” Sam said as he took back his glasses. “When Rain finds out you have been stealing their cookies there is going to be some conflict.” Elliot said as Sam took a bite of his cookie. “Come on Elliot. You know I never turn down a fight.” Sam said. Elliot rolled his eyes again before feeling a tug on his pajama pants. “Elliot, can I have a cookie? Pleaseeeeee.” Julia asked as she made puppy dog eyes at Elliot. “How about three cookies?” Julia’s eyes lit up as her tail wagged. Elliot smiled as he opened the cabinet next to him and pulled down a tub that had a few cookie boxes and packets in it. “Unless Sam has secretly been eating the cookies I bought for you guys as well.” Elliot said as he looked at Sam jokingly. Sam faked like he was surprised and offended before Elliot turned back to the boxes. “We have Chips ahoy chocolate chip cookies, Thin mints, Oreo’s, Caramel delights, and Peanut butter patties.” Elliot said before he looked down at Julia. “Can I have a Chocolate chip cookie, an Oreo cookie, and a thin mint?” Julia said. Elliot opened the Oreo packet, Chip ahoy packet, and thin mint box and pulled out one of each cookie. “Do you want some milk as well?” Elliot asked. “Yes please.” Julia said. “Alright then go sit down on one of the stools while I get that ready.” Elliot said as he walked over to another cabinet and pulled out a cup before walking over to the fridge and grabbing the milk. He poured it into the cup before putting it back in the fridge. Then he grabbed the three cookies and milk and brought them over to the peninsula where Julia was sitting. He gave them to her before walking back over to the counter where the boxes of cookies were. As Sam continued to eat Rain’s cookies and Julia took a bite out of her first cookie Elliot grabbed the Caramel Delights box, opened it and grabbed two out of the box. “What was that about eating cookies with other people’s names on them?” Sam asked teasingly. Elliot looked at him. “I bought them, so it’s only fair that I get to eat them as well.” Elliot said. “Hypocrite." "Simp." “What do those mean?” She asked with a mouthful of cookie. “Well explain later if those words get brought up more often.” Elliot said as she shrugged and went back to eating her cookie. Once Elliot and Julia finished their cookies, and Julia finished her milk Elliot took her back upstairs. “Now let me show you what is in the attic.”

#chaos krew #story #writers #writers on tumblr #ocs #original content #original character

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jobean12-blog · 2 years

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Fashion Show

Pairing: Beefy!Bucky x reader

Word Count: 807

Summary: It’s time to clean out your closet and Bucky wants to help.

Author’s Note: This is for the @the-ss-horniest-book-club Candy Hearts Club Event and Day 1 (2/12): Cutie pie, I do, Wise up, UR hot. I didn’t use the actual converstation hearts here but I based it more off what they say! Hope you enjoy! Thank you so very much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️ Divider by the lovely @skylightlantern thank you sweets 🥰

Warnings: fun fluff, sweetness and a hint of spice :)

Gif NOT MINE: Credit to @heartfulloffandoms

“Bucky.”

Your hands land on your hips and you stare him down.

“What doll face? You look hot!”

“You can’t say I look hot in every single thing I try on. How am I going to clean out my closet if I keep EVERYTHING!?”

“It’s not my fault you look amazing in all this stuff,” he croons, wiggling around his ‘yes’ sign.

With a huff and take off the shirt and skirt you were wearing, throwing them at his head and giggling when they all slide off and leave his hair sticking to his face and full of static.

“You think this is funny?” he asks, blowing a strand of hair out of the way. “How am I going to help you if I can’t see!”

You grab a shirt from the floor and chuck it his way before skipping over to the bed and climbing up behind him. Combing through his hair with your fingers, you tame the long strands and then pull them back, securing them with your hair tie.

“Better?” you ask when you lean over his shoulder.

“Much,” he murmurs, kissing your lips then grabbing your wrist and dragging you into his lap.

You land with a squeal and push on his chest. He circles his arms around you, stopping any chance of escape. His lips meet the soft skin below your ear and you hum out a moan.

“We’re not even halfway done,” you admonish. “At this rate, I’ll never finish!”

“Not my fault,” he simpers. “You’re the one strutting around in your underwear and wearing all this sexy stuff.”

You hold up your finger and try to wiggle out of his grasp.

“I have something that I bet you won’t find sexy! Let me check if I still have it,” you wink.

“Fine doll. But I’m not making any promises.”

He grudgingly lets you go and you saunter into the closet.

“Oh my god I found it!” you shriek. “Wait until you see this one Buck.”

You walk out in your Spider-Man onesie, spinning around and grinning. Bucky’s eyes narrow as he looks you over.

“I bought this before we met,” you tell him. “I used it for a Halloween costume one year.”

He doesn’t take his eyes off you as he grabs his ‘yes, no and maybe’ signs. He holds up the ‘NO’ sign and calls you over with the crook of his finger.

“I knew it would be a no but I thought you would at least think it was funny,” you pout.

He runs his large hands over your curves before his fingers find the top button of the onesie.

“You,” he starts, “somehow still look super cute in this but I want to burn it.”

“But, but what if I want to use it again,” you counter.

He pops open the first button. “We’re getting rid of it.”

The second and third buttons open and he slips his fingers inside the material, teasing your skin.

“This better not be the only thing you say no to…I have a lot of questionable clothing in there.”

“Uh huh,” he mumbles, continuing to work open the buttons. “You look hot in everything.”

“Even this?” you sass.

His eyes say it all and you clamp your mouth shut.

Once they are all unbuttoned he pushes aside the plush fabric, exposing your skin. He slides it from your shoulder and pulls it off your arm, following suit with the other arm. It drops to your feet and you step out of it.

He draws you between his spread thighs, dipping his finger into your underwear.

“Time for a break,” he murmurs.

You grab his wrist, stopping his hand from moving down anymore.

“First,” you grin deviously. “You have to try it on!”

“It’ll never fit,” he scoffs, brushing your hand away.

“Pleaseeeeee Buck. For me.”

You widen your eyes and stick out your bottom lip.

“You’re gonna make me put this on aren’t you baby doll?”

You nod vigorously and start to clap when he reaches down to grab the onesie.

“Never gonna fiiittt,” he sings.

He steps his left foot into it and pushes it through then the right.

“So far so good,” you giggle.

He pulls it up and it barely makes it past his knees, catching on his thick thighs.

“Told ya doll,” he chuckles.

“Well can’t you just try to tug it up, it has some stretch!”

With a strong pull he yanks it up and the fabric rips. He falls back onto the bed with laughter.

You crawl over him and straddle his lap. “Guess it doesn’t fit,” you say sheepishly.

He opens his mouth to say, “told ya so,” but you press your finger to his lips. “I know, I know Buck.”

“Well at least you have one thing in the throw away pile,” he snickers.

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #beefy!bucky #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fanfiction #beefy!bucky x reader #bucky barnes drabble #bucky x you #bucky x female!reader #bucky

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charlykingbishop · 2 years

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Your Birthday with Kate Bishop

Brief Description: It’s your (r) 24th birthday, and your GF KB wants it to be special. A little romantic ficlet in an alternate universe where you live in new york and kate’s your gf.

Warning: smutty towards the end. You’ve been warned!! No minors pleaseeeeee. cigarette smoking, cursing, mentions of violence

A/N: I’m in love with Kate and had to express it. I’m not a huge MCU fan(yet), so please forgive me if something doesn’t seems wacky and non-canon. This is just some smutty/fluffy love dovey stuff. :)

A/N 2: If this gets a decent response, I may write up more of a backstory/plot to the reader-Kate story. Could be a multi-chapter romance fic in the works. Time will tell!

A/N 3: I highly recommend listening to the songs I mention while reading. For fun :) And, if you haven’t been to New York, some of the spots are a quick google image search away.

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You woke up gently, the heat of the sun warming your skin first. It was a hot morning in July. A few car honks are heard in the distance. And it happened to be your 24th birthday.

You dozed back to sleep, and a half hour later, the smell of espresso drifting to your nostrils, you stir in bed. You browse your phone, replying to the deluge of "happy birthday!" texts and memes.

"There she is", Kate Bishop says, wearing an athletic tank top and sweats, hair tied up in a bun. A bit of her eye makeup smudged beneath her eyes. A coffee in hand.

"Good morning" you smile, feigning exhaustion, rolling down into the sheets.

She puts the coffee down on the side table fand climbs on top of the bed and over you, your weak arms no match for her toned ones. She kisses your forehead and cheeks, quickly.

"Happy birthday, baby", she says in the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You try to push her off, self conscious for having not brushed your teeth yet.

"Thank you and get off me, I'm gross right now" you protest and she wrestles you down.

"You know I don't care" and she kisses you squarely on the mouth. But, knowing your anxiety could get the best of you, she respects your space and lets you stand up.

You stand up and stretch, a bit dizzy from the kiss and standing up too fast, you’re not exactly sure which one at this point. Of course, she catches you, and dips you down as if you were dancing.

"Careful, we got a big day ahead of us. Surprise in the kitchen once you're ready". she gives you a peck on the cheek and skips out of the room.

You smile and head to the bathroom to get ready.

You head to the living room and are immediately greeted by a room full of happy birthday balloons, purple, black, and white. Some were floating up to the ceiling and the rest were scattered all over the ground.

"Katie...what's all this?!" You shake your head, dazzled by your sweetheart of a girlfriend.

"So it turns out blowing up balloons is way harder than it appears. I ran out of helium so the ones on the ground are all from right here, baby! Straight from the heart..er..straight from the lungs. OK, that's weird to say. Straight from the chest" She bangs on her chest. "Ow"

"You're such a dork"

"That I am. Okay come here, I made you something"

She covers your eyes with her hands and walks you over to the kitchen table.

"Don't peek"

You open your eyes and its a breakfast platter. Complete with pancakes, muffins, a fruit plate, a parfait, and, your favorite, two eggs with a strip of bacon in a smiley, and a cut up orange with some freshly squeezed orange juice.

Kate grabs an orange, puts it in her mouth and smiles.

"Cheeseeee" she says, the orange slice covering her teeth. How this dork saved the city multiple times was beyond you.

"Babe you're clinically insane. I can't believe you did this. How early did you get up?" It was only 8 am, and this must have taken her at least a few hours.

"It didn't take long at all!"

"Kate." you give her an unconvinced look.

"I got up....an hour ago?" she says, knowing you didn't believe it.

You lift an eyebrow and smirk.

"Okay, three hours ago. But that's not the point!" She pulls you into her lap to sit by the table. "It's my baby's birthday....of course I went all out. Eat up!"

She watches you, eyes wide and face full of anticipation before your first bite of the pancakes and muffins she made from scratch, as evidenced by the flour on her forehead and mess of a kitchen.

“Do you want some?” you ask, mouth full.

“I’ve only got one fork”

“Kate, what the fuck?”

“I’m one person!”

"I'm one human. You can't expect me to eat all this by myself" you say between bites.

"No no, But I just want to see your reactions! Is it good??"

You roll your eyes and continue to eat.

"Uh huh. You want a bite?"

You cut a piece of the pancake and bring the fork to her mouth.

"Okay wow, turns out I'm not just a badass archer but ALSO a great cook. You bagged a baddie."

"I'm well aware"

You continue like this, feeding each other while you sit on her lap. Local news is on in the background and you eat, you feeding Kate a grape every so often without turning away from the screen.

"A woman was attacked in the subway early this morning while returning home from work. The 32 year old Bronx resident was found..."

Current events of the world were always disheartening. You look at Kate, her expression somber. This was one of the things you loved most about your hero. She cared deeply about everyone, everything she did. She wanted to do whatever she could to help people.

**Two years ago**

You were working in a small, west village café to pay your way through undergraduate. Studying in Manhattan was no easy task if you don't take money from your parents. One cold evening, a disheveled black haired girl wearing a grey check overcoat came into the store around closing time.

"Hey. I live right down the street, I'm here all the time, I have a punch card and everything" she says, breathless.

"I-" you stutter.

"Listen I have to leave this bag here for a minute. I swear I'll be back in 5 minutes, just finishing something up" Kate says, halfway out the door

"We're clo-" you start and are interrupted

"THANK YOU! I'll be right back"

You stand there confused, an expensive Mr. Porter Nylon Duffle Bag next to you with the initial's K. Bishop embroidered in purple on the side. Clearly, this Bishop girl came from wealth and didn't give a rat's ass if this bag was stolen. She had no reason to trust you, and you could have easily pawned just this bag for a grand, let alone whatever was inside. The thought crosses your mind, but you were honestly too chicken to follow through. Kate. What a weirdo.

She returns, two hours after closing. And thanks you profusely for your help. You don't ask too many questions, but she asks if she can buy you dinner to pay you back. You later find out it was just a bag of her arrows and archery gear, which she left to go fight some enemies with Clint. The rest was history.

**Present**

You continue to watch Kate, watching the TV transfixed.

"A disastrous fire takes the life of a young family of four"

"Family freezes to death in winter storm"

"Gregory H. Watts, CEO of premier venture capital firm GW Ventures indicted in money laundering scheme"

She sighs against your shoulder.

"Hey, stay with me, we can change the channel" you tuck one of her long locks which broke free from her bun behind her ear and change the channel to Bravo to watch some housewives re-run.

"I just feel like no matter what we do...people are just going to keep getting hurt. Whether I'm there or not, whether there's a cause or not. I can't...Clint can't...The avengers can't stop all of it."

You kneel on the ground next to her.

"Kate. I know you're a hero, but you're also a person. We're still so young. And you've done so much good for the world already. You've saved lives. How many twenty-four year olds can say that? I certainly can’t"

She smiles lightly but you see her eyes glistening.

"I don't want to sound like a nihilist, but as long as people are people..there's always going to be darkness in the world. All we have to do is hope, slowly but surely, we can balance it out by the best we can. And not lose ourselves in the process." You hold both of her hands and kiss the knuckle of her index finger.

"Not to mention, you're literally the new Hawkeye. You're setting a good example for so many young people." Another kiss on her palm. "You inspire everyone. You inspire me." You gaze at her, hoping she feels the truth in what you're saying.

Kate smiles through her tears, clearly cheered up. "I'm everyone's Hawkeye. I'm your Kate". she says softly and pulls you back into her lap.

"You're my baby girl" you say to her and she nuzzles into your shoulder.

Kate exhales and you keep eating, the mood back to lighthearted in no time.

"Okay. I have SO much more planed for today it's not even funny how late we are" the brunette states, standing up.

You smile and get ready with Kate. You were much shorter than her, so you couldn't wear all of her clothes but some key pieces were in your heavy rotation including an oversized jean jacket and her aviators.

You wear a tank top with push-up bra, an a-line skirt and stan smiths. You'd been working out a lot in anticipation of the summer. You stand in front of the mirror adding some jewelry and light mascara. Kate comes up behind you at the mirror, pressing herself to your toned bum, kissing your neck, and grabbing your right boob.

"You tease"

"I thought you said we were late..." you say, teasing her

"We are. But you look so good like this. You're torturing me" she says, smelling your hair and grinding against you.

You loved that by dating Kate, you knew what turned her on. Gold hoops. Your hair up. Nail polish. Tight skirts. Your visible cleavage and your décolletage. Perfume at the nape of your neck. Rings. She wouldn't say it, but Kate liked to fuck girly girls. Everything was on today and you smirked, proud of your work.

You knew how sexual she was. And boy, she had an incredibly high sex drive. Two years in and the girl was still horny all the time. Oftentimes when you'd be away only for a few days, you'd find her masturbating to photos of you and her.

For her last birthday, you essentially did not leave the bed. Well, the metaphorical bed. You did fuck in a pool, on the kitchen table, on the floor, and basically any other surface you could find. She was an expressive, vulnerable, lover. Completely uninhibited when she came. You loved her vulnerable like that. You loved feeling sexy and desired.

You turn around and kiss her. You make out for a few seconds, you see a flush developing along her neck. And then she stops you, your own center throbbing in anticipation.

"But you're right." She exhales deeply, trying to slow her pulse rate. "As much as I want to fuck you. Patience is a virtue baby. We are late." she smiles mischievously, and you place your tongue in your cheek and raise your eyebrows, genuinely shocked that Kate could stop herself.

You grab her denim jacket, which smelled like her perfume Moro Dabron, and you two were out the door.

The first stop on the birthday day was SoHo. Kate checked her phone notes

"Okay, we're going to make up for lost time now. Here we are"

You hated to admit it, but you loved fancy clothes. You could be vain when you wanted to be. Kate always had money and designer things were nothing new to her. Her gifts to you were luxurious, although you got the sense she didn't even look at price tags when buying things. In fact, on your first date, she wore gucci loafers, and designer ripped jeans. You’re sure her outfit cost as much as your rent.

To you, though, these were unattainable luxuries. You developed your taste slowly, over time, coveting pieces of your bosses and richer coworkers. You would never imagine buying any of these things. But-- it was fun to try things on. As a Bishop, Kate easily got private dressing rooms.

"I picked these out for you" Kate comes back to the dressing room with a pile of clothes. A leather skirt, a strapless plum dress, a denim skirt, a white suit. She brought some clothes for herself as well, and she dressed more androgynous than you did. You try on the dress, carefully noting her eyeing you as you put it on. Horndog.

"How do I look?" she says, hands displaying her denim shirt. She looked like a cowboy and you laugh.

"Like a million dollars." and she smiles, straightening her posture with pride. You knew she liked feeling strong. Clothes were power.

"With the smile though?? Phew" you puff your cheeks and exhale. "A billion. Probably what that costs."

"Yeah? Think I should get it?"

"Whatever you like babe"

"No- whatever YOU like. Pick something and it's yours" She says nonchalantly. still fixing the buttons on her sleeve.

"Very funny, Kate"

"No, I'm serious. C'mon it your birthday. Please let me get you something"

You hesitate. You'd never want Kate to think you're with her for her money. She was so much more than that. You love Kate for Kate, not for the Bishop or Hawkeye name.

"I really don't want anything. I just wanna be with you today"

"And I really wanna bend you over in this dress" she says, hands fully roaming across the front of the dress.

"Something tells me you had ulterior motives with this dress choice"

"Can neither confirm nor deny"

The archer pouts and gives you a kiss in the dressing room. It's surrounded by mirrors and jokingly she looks up, hands still on your ass.

"Wow, wouldn't this be a great place to record our sex tape?"

You audibly laugh out loud and punch her in the shoulder. She bought the dress anyway.

You CitiBike up to the next place in no time: Central Park.

"You've really never done this before?" you say, shocked that a New Yorker could go this long without taking a row boat ride on “the Lake”. It was a high school dating rite of passage.

"I was saving it for someone special" Kate says sheepishly, the first shy thing she's said all day.

"Did you bring some wine? Cause that was way too cheesy"

She sticks her tongue out at you. But, also a small flask from her napsack.

"In fact, dear girlfriend of mine, I did pack some.....Rosé all day babyyyy" she exclaims, and a few tourists on the sidelines turn their heads

"Pipe down Bishop. You're gonna get us kicked off these boats" you plead

"'Rosé all day babyyy'" she repeats, almost whispering.

You take a swig, the wine a refreshing respite from the sweltering day. You pass it to her and she takes one, and starts rowing. You pick up an oar.

"Nope. Not happening. Put it down. This is the benefit of an archer girlfriend. Plus, you weigh like, 12 pounds. Relax and enjoy"

You smile and lean back, letting Kate have her moment. She plays a song on her phone called "All I want" by Anna of the North.

All I want, is your love and emotion All I want, is your warmth and devotion

Her muscle tee revealed her strong, sculpted shoulders. You two row along the lake, lackadaisically enjoying the slow summer day. You stare at her, buzzing. You can tell she feels you staring at her though she's looking away.

"What?" she says, blushing. She worked up a little sweat from rowing in the hot sun.

"I would do anything in the world with you...but this might be my favorite" you say out loud, the wine heady and affecting you. You must have been dehydrated. The raft is paused, and you two look at each other from opposite sides of the boat.

"Mine too" She states. A beat passes. "Well, actually, not my favorite favorite, but a close second" she says, grinning.

You roll your eyes. Your girlfriend was an insane goof.

A couple of hours later, you're holding hands outside Big Gay Ice Cream in the west village. You opted for a cone of their rocky road and she got the Dorothy.

Her phone rings. Clint Barton.

"Gah I thought I put this on do not disturb, what the hell. Give me a sec babe" and Kate hands you her cone and licks her thumb where some ice cream dripped.

"You better be dying Clint, you know it's my girlfriend's birthday" she smiles at you.

You look down while she replies and have a bite of her ice cream. Something you realized would have been utterly gross with anyone else but was intimate with someone you love. You stare into the west village streets, content you can hold your girlfriend's hand in peace.

"Wait wait WAIT. back up, hold on. You're talking too fast" she plugs her ear with her finger. She mouths "one sec" and turns away from the noisy street. You kick your sneakers against the pavement, double fisting and catching any drips from both cones.

Her phone conversation continues. You hear bits and pieces of the call, and it didn't sound good.

"But how..."

"When did they- "

A minute or so passes. Kate looks much more somber.

"I'll be there in fifteen minutes." she hangs up.

"What's wrong?" you state. You were used to this. Kate's line of work was erratic and with organized crime, there's no halting for superhero's girlfriend's birthdays.

"I-- we're not exactly sure. Yelena's been kidnapped. We think it's the tracksuits again. I'm-" she starts choking up a bit.

"Kate. Go. Please. They need you"

She looks at you, her deep blue doe eyes full of guilt.

She purses her lip for second and considers staying. Ultimately, she nods and kisses your forehead, jetting off in the opposite direction. As your tears slip, you're so grateful you wore her aviators.

Luckily, being alone is second nature. Kate was busy, whether she was working for her mom at Bishop Securities or literally saving the world. You entertain yourself for the rest of the afternoon and early evening,

11:09 PM

You're 4 episodes into watching the new season of The Bachelor, oddly invested. Lucky is lazing on your lap, and you two were having a cozy evening. Sure it wasn't a birthday extravaganza, but you knew it came with the territory.

Besides- despite knowing how inane and staged this show was, you could get into it rather quickly. You let it slide since it's your birthday.

"What the hell? Jessica of all people? She's so two-faced. isn’t that right, lucky? " He barks and you scratch behind his ear. He just gets it.

There's a rustling at the door. Instinctively, you grab the knife you keep with you since you've been attacked at home on multiple occasions before. Kate stumbles in and you drop the knife. She's in her hawkeye uniform now.

"Baby I'm so sorry" she says, and places a few bags in her hand on the counter, along with some flowers and her bow and quiver.

She approaches you and kisses you deeply, resting her forehead on yours.

"Don't be sorry. Are you okay? Are you hurt? What happened?" you grab her hands and notice some small wounds, so you kiss them tenderly.

"It's all okay. We beat them again. Yelena's safe." She breathes. "I'm just so sorry I had to go..I missed your birthday evening. And I had so much planned." she starts rambling, something that happens when she gets panicked. "We were going to go dance and go to dinner and I had this whole romantic night planned and now its ruined" she starts full-on crying. "And now I'm crying and making it worse" she says between sobs.

"Baby, baby. BABY. breathe. Look at me". You angle your face so you're in her eye line. "Everything's okay. I'm safe, you're safe."

"But our night...your birthday..." a tear trickles down her cheek and you kiss it away, tasting salt and blood from a wound on her face.

"Were you planning on this being the last one we spend together? Are you planning on dumping me anytime soon?" You're holding her face, smiling and try to get her to laugh.

"No...of course not..." she lightens up.

" C'mon baby girl. Let's get you cleaned up."

Kate washes up and comes back to the living room, but she's holding your all-time favorite, vanilla cannoli cake from Ferara's with a single candle in the middle.

"Happy birthday to you..Happy birthday to you...Happy birthday dear Y/N...happy birthday to you" she sings. Her voice was beautiful. "No birthday's complete without a cake"

"Thank you, Katie" You state as she feeds you a bite, and then smears a bit on your lips and nose.

"Oh sorry that was an accident". The archer does it again, but this time there's even more cake. "Oh that too, god I'm just SO clumsy" She states, and licks her fingers knowingly.

"Let me help you with that" she states, voice husky now.

You laugh as she kisses you, her lips and tongue tickling you as she gets the frosting off your face and slides her hands under your shirt.

"I'm sorry -- were you not just emotionally distraught and crying a minute ago?!?" you say, hoping the joke lands and doesn't upset her.

"Yeah well" she kisses your neck and palms your breasts over your shirt. "I was in the bathroom washing up and remembered this morning. AND Now I'm horny. Besides" she kisses again "it's your birthday...you know what that means"

She leans over to her phone which is hooked up to the Bluetooth speaker in the room and presses play. Jeremih's Birthday Sex starts blaring out, and you almost roll off the couch laughing.

She sings along with the words and continues to make out with you, her large hands everywhere at once. Yours are lost in her gorgeous hair.

It's your birthday, so I know you want to ride out Even if we only go to my house Sip mo-eezy as we sit upon my couch Feels good, but I know you want to cry out

You say you want passion, I think you found it Get ready for action, don't be astounded We switching positions, you feel surrounded Tell me where you want your gift, girl

At that last line, she grinds into you and you feel she's packing. You audibly gasp, realizing she must have put it on after her shower.

"All for you" she says in your ear. "You've been such a good girl today. Thank you baby". She takes your bottom lip in her mouth, biting down. Your whole body is ablaze and you feel yourself getting wet. She tugs at your tank and its off in a second. Your bra's been off for the whole evening.

"Easy access, I like this" she kisses between your breasts and licks a line up to your pulse point, kissing and sucking until you start to grind your hips into her, desperate for some friction.

"Let's take this to the bedroom" she states matter-of-factly. She picks you up, bridal style, and places you on the bed. She's put some rose petals on the duvet and has lit two candles. The speakers continue to blare, and Kate's sex playlist has clearly been updated recently.

"Candles? Daddy's a sap" you tease. You try to remain composed and witty while being incredibly turned on.

She chuckles, her voice low still.

"Call me daddy again" she says, sliding her pants down to reveal herself. She continues to make out with you and travels down, kissing along your belly and thighs. She exhales over your center, and you need her mouth. You look down and she's smiling, kissing your inner thighs and playing with your pubic hair. "I didn't hear you little girl"

"Daddy..please touch me..." you say, strained

"Since you asked so nicely". she proceeds to eat you out, and it's only a matter of minutes before you're seeing stars.

Not even close to done, she lets you come down from your high and starts to tease your entrance with the strap. You know she's enjoying it, the power play being her favorite dynamic in the bedroom.

She puts a finger inside you and you reflexively clench. She groans.

"Fuck baby...and I'm the horny one?" She adds another finger.

"Kate bishop...you better fuck me now" you say, sick on the teasing.

"With pleasure"

She's so turned on and the restraint in her face is turning you on even more. She enters you, gently at first and then starts to rhythmically fuck you, watching your face for reactions and changing her pace accordingly. She puts you to the side and holds your leg up, your favorite position. She's a giver, pounding you, and she's so focused on making you cum. And you do. again and again. and again.

Some hours later, Kate rolls over next to you. Her neck, face. and chest are completely flushed. She's sweating and her hair is slick and stuck to her forehead. It's dark in the bedroom, the candle almost out, and she scoots over to lay her head down in your lap.

You sit up, and take a cigarette and lighter out of the side drawer. You take a deep drag and exhale away from Kate. You weren't a smoker, but this was a special occasion. There were certain situations where cigarettes after sex were just warranted.

You lazily play with Kate's hair, damp with sweat, brushing it out of her hair and massaging her scalp.

"Baby...I really love...sex" Kate says, half asleep. You can't help but smile at your archer.

"I know you do." you laugh and kiss her ear. You take another drag.

"Did that feel good? Anything I can do better next time?" Kate says. Your heart flows with tenderness for the girl. She's half asleep, spent from fucking you senseless, asking for constructive feedback.

"It was amazing. You are amazing " you continue to run your fingers through her hair.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here for the evening" she says

"Don't be a moron. Every day with you is my birthday. I love you so much "

"I love you too"

-END-

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