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boyfriendstevie · 7 months

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Photographer!bf!stevie who’s obsessed w your 🐱 to the point he takes artsy soulful pics of it !!!!

oh... my god. anon. u have awoken something inside of me. i... i am unwell. i hope u enjoy | .7k; fem!reader; 18+!!! mdni!!!

Steve loves to take pictures of you. All day, every day. You’re his muse, as he says. Not all of the pictures are sexual. Steve thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, and he just needs to capture that. To save it, even though the pictures never quite do you justice. He’s got rolls and rolls of film of you in all states of dress, and more polaroids than he knows what to do with. A normal, tame picture of you smiling at him during a date night goes in his wallet, and the dirtier ones get tucked into the corner of one of the drawers in his nightstand.

His favorite pictures of you, though, are the private ones, the ones that do get tucked away for later. The ones he’d never share with anyone else. The ones of you dolled up in pretty lingerie, tits spilling out of the delicate cups, pussy covered in soft lace. The ones where you’re wrapped in your bedsheets, hair a mess against the pillows. The ones where you’re wearing even less, completely exposed for him and him alone.

Ones where your own fingers are in your cunt, or even better, his cock is buried inside of you. He loves the pictures he takes just after sex, thumb pulling at your folds to spread you open, slick and cum dripping out of your entrance. Your face is rarely in the pictures, but that’s okay, he doesn’t need to see it to remember the way you looked writhing against the sheets, to remember the sounds you made as you came.

You’re always shy about it, no matter the situation. It’s not that you mind, you know that Steve would never do anything with the pictures that you didn’t want. But it’s hard not to preen at his attention and adoration for you. He’ll pull out of you slowly, nose nudging against yours gently, and when he sits up to see the mess you’ve both made, your wild hair and plump lips, he hurries to get his camera, “Wait, stay right there, baby. You look gorgeous right now. Need a picture.”

“Steve, you already have more than enough,” you complain, though you don’t actually mind. You pose exactly as he wants, legs spread around his figure, totally bare for him.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, more to himself than you, as he takes the picture.

You giggle shyly, hands covering your face as you draw your knees together coquettishly and to one side, “Oh shush.”

Steve gets serious then, shaking his head quickly as he snaps a few more before putting the camera down on the bed, “I will literally never shut up about how beautiful you are. My perfect girl. This pretty pussy is just for me, huh?”

“Just for you,” you sigh as his hands push up the length of your legs, spreading them open for him again, fingertips dipping into the mess between your thighs softly. Teasingly.

“Yeah?” he asks, fingers tracing up your slit until he finds your clit, “‘s all mine.”

“‘M all yours,” you repeat, breathless as he rubs your clit gently, knowing you’re probably still sensitive. You throw your arm over your eyes as you close them, overwhelmed with his praise and his touch. Still, your hips lift to his touch, chest heaving.

“I gotcha, baby,” he murmurs, fingers circling your entrance, collecting your slick and his cum to push inside of you as he slips his fingers into you with a filthy sound. “Christ, honey.”

Your face burns, and you can’t help the whine you let out, “Oh— f-fuck, Steve—“

His fingers curl perfectly and you moan loudly, back arching off of the bed. Steve is great at multitasking; his fingers fuck in and out of you while his free hand reaches for his polaroid. He manages to take a shot of his middle and ring fingers deep inside your cunt. As soon as the picture pops out of the camera, he tosses it aside and doubles down, thumb rubbing against your clit, “Will ya let me taste your pussy, too, sweetheart? Can never get enough of you.”

#steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut #steve harrington fluff #photographer!steve #photographer!steve harrington #steve harrington #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve thots #kit answers #anon #kit writes

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morgan-the-lonely-brick · 7 months

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Hi, I still have so many feelings about this, I will never shut up. I also made a gifset out of it because watching the video wasn't enough, i need to memorize every pixel.

(These gifs are free to download & use, they literally took me 5 minutes, so... cheers~)

"It is your job to f-" still haunts me. Also the way light falls on his face exactly when he fumbles is like him getting exposed. Shining a light on his fakery so the others see through it? And then he retreats back into the shadow trying to hide again, but does so only partially? Amazing.

The quick look up at Fang, he's so adorable🥺 i think for a moment there he actually considers admiting something's wrong but backs out of it and right back into defense. The way he freezes at the end sends shivers down my spine. it's so personal to me, Con, staaahp, fr! Also we get the "unhand me" line, or rather [if you touch me now i will start crying and that's embarrassing so don't touch me] That's how i see it.

Now we get to the good shit. Looking up trying not to cry. Avoiding any and all eye contact. His fckn lips shaking. You can clearly see that he's broken by the fact they've even noticed THIS. That expression is like a defeated "oh fuck me". Him being off focus makes this bit even worse.

Actually I was looking at this bit a lot and it almost seems like he doesn't know what Fang is trying to do at first? Like he was defensive because he didn't realise Fang was going in for a hug? Or maybe it's a reflex for anything coming from behind. He's a fighter, after all.

He looks ahead, approximately where Archie and Jim are standing as if to see their reactions or maybe seek help?! But then you can see the moment he understands - he turns his head back towards Fang and leans into it, with a hint of disbelief on his face.

God, the loose strand of hair adds so much to that delicious skrunklyness he has going on. He's so pretty...

In this gif it's clear he's leaning into Fang a lot, even actively pressing his head against him. He could've easily turned away or pulled away, but didn't. He WANTS to be comforted. He WANTS to be held. The way he scans over Frenchie as if checking what he's about to do, I'm suspecting he like. Put a hand on him somewhere or something of the sort. I am so unwell from this-

For the last time he tries to produce words, but it comes out as more of a moan than anything, so he gives up and bites his lip. (im loosing my sanity, Con, what have you done)

Also Frenchie's pout is my H2O He literally went :c

Izzy looks over to Frenchie again as if to verify he's not there to mock him and when it turns out that no. He actually wants to comfort him. Izzy fully looses it and lets out the most gut wrenching puppy dog skrunkly whimper ever produced by a human man. It must mean so much to him... Those last few micro expressions are killing me. He looks up again as if to say "oh god they mean it. They don't think im stupid for this, they're actually taking me seriously" And he can't believe it, he's so dumbfounded that poor guy.

What if this was his first hug in ages? I wouldn't be surprised...

Im breaking my own heart with this why do i do this-

#Ofmd #ofmd spoilers #Ofmd s2 #Ofmd s2 spoilers #Izzy hands #ofmd frenchie #Ofmd fang #Ofmd izzy

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wavehala · 8 months

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JJK CHARACTERS WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD

pairing : jjk characters x female reader

characters : gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, kamo choso

warnings : mentions of explicit content

as you can tell i'm on my period (yes of course i am craving physical touch as well but that is not your business). also english isn't my first language so please keep that in mind while reading this piece of garbage

GOJO : HE WOULD BE SO DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON JUST TO IRRITATE YOU. but for real he would take your period as an excuse to be clingier than ever. he would be spooning you the exact moment he arrives back home despite your protests. ao basically, he's not leaving your side with the excuse that "you need to rest" but we all know that satoru just wants to cuddle you for the rest of the evening and take care of you of course. according to him, your skin feels softer whenever you get your period and he wants to cuddle you the entire day. however, don't get it twisted. even though he's a menace to society, he will buy you anything you want to eat and spoil the hell out of you because, in the end, he's totally aware of how painful your period can be most of the time. you mentioned pancakes a few days ago? he's making them in this precise moment. deep inside he cares, a lot, and he will make sure to show that he does. and trust, he is not ashamed AT ALL of going shopping for pads. no he's not going to ask the size of your pussy. but do not worry, gojo satoru will make sure you lay down on your stomach and will massage your back if it is necessary. the bitch will also raise your t-shirt and leave a trail of kisses on your back to raise tension between you. everything while his hand is caressing your waist carefully, as if you were about to break. "i will make sure you massage my back as well don't worry". "not now satoru". oh, also there will be times when this man won't care about your period when he wants to have sex with you so be prepared for that 🤠

GETO : i am about to combust thanks to this man. geto would be overprotective BUT in his own personal way which makes it ten times better. first of all, he could instantly tell in a second when you’re feeling down or unwell. with that being said, he would assume every single task that you were supposed to do that day. he is cleaning the house, doing the dishes, organizing your bookshelf by alphabetical order, and many more. you then refused, obviously, because even you thought you could manage all your responsibilities despite the bothering headache that you had and the point that you felt like you were bleeding yourself to death with every step that you took. you could be in the kitchen doing the dishes out of guilt and geto would go like "BABE NO LET ME TAKE CARE OF IT". he would also carry you in a bridal style to your room when you don't listen to him. this time, he didn't drop you on the mattress, compared to the other times when you guys would have a makeout session. instead, he treated you delicately and then proceeded to kiss your forehead before saying "i got you babe, i'll clean things up and then come back to you. ok?". and all you could do is smile and thank him. and oh my god he is such a gentleman. while watching movies, he would make sure that you were resting your head on his chest while his hand was grazing your lower back. every now and then he would kiss your forehead and tell you how much he loved you. "are you feeling better?" he spoke in a deep, yet soft voice. "yeah, i cannot thank you enough". "don't, it's my duty as your boyfriend". he said while kissing your lips, and then proceeding to kiss your neck.

NANAMI : this man oh my fucking god. your period cycle was irregular as fuck., which was a bummer already. but nanami, despite the circumstances, always paid absolute attention to you in case you needed extra support from him. he even noticed your PMS symptoms before you did. this time, you had gotten your period last night, knowing perfectly that the next day would be the harshest for you according to your cycle. day twos were very chaotic and your personality was always messy. you know: cramps, headaches, mood swings, cravings, all of them at once. what was even worse is that you didn't want to make your boyfriend concerned about you. but your plan was ruined the moment he asked if everything was okay when he called you from work. you responded with a faint "good, why do you ask?", and that was enough for him to hang up after saying "don't worry sweetie, i'll be home in ten minutes". and now here you are, curled up in bed with a hot pack in your abdomen and scrolling through your phone in order to ease the aggravating cramps that just kept getting worse and worse. suddenly you heard the distant sound of the keys in your front door and the rustling of plastic bags at your doorstep. what's funny is that you didn't even move at all to check if it was him, because you already could tell it was. quick footsteps approached the doorframe of your shared room and he would pop up. "yuji is training with gojo, so i had the day off don't worry", he said while removing his tie and laying next to you in bed. "there was no need to do that, kento" you scolded, trying to hide your blushed cheeks. "it is a big deal, you sounded half dead on the phone". he scolded you back while hugging your waist.

CHOSO : MANS WOULD BE SO WORRIED. the first time you told him he would raid a supermarket because he has zero clue of what you need but that doesn't mean that he's gonna leave you unattended because #loyalty. trust the fact that he is going to order everything that you're craving, money is not a concern! choso would be asking you every twenty minutes if you need anything because he's very protective. and you feel bad for him as well. but boy oh boy, when you get those sharp cramps (the ones that feel like they're stinging your ass all of a sudden) and you try to hide your aching expression; he would definitely notice. he will straight up sit close to you and rub your back because he doesn't want to be too invasive. "are you ok?" is the only set of words you hear immediately after. "i just had cramps, nothing to worry about" you said while holding a smile, which you weren't faking because you were genuinely happy that choso was so cautious. "nonsense, come here" he immediately said while embracing you in his arms and cuddling you (carefully) in the couch. his hands were stroking your back while you were on top of his chest, when you finally felt like you could relax and take a breath of fresh air. "thank you choso". "it's okay, i enjoy doing this".

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #choso #choso headcanons #gojo satoru #gojo headcanons #choso fluff #gojo fluff #geto suguru #kamo choso #geto headcanons #geto fluff #nanami kento #nanami headcanons #nanami fluff #i fucking can't i need to marry at least one of them #wavehala

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v3nusxsky · 11 months

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Request: Sex pollen with sub Larissa/masculine shapeshifter dom Reader

Surprise gift 18+

*Authors note~ sex pollen trope is honestly so much fun to write and I am loving sub Larissa right now. So here we go*

Trigger Warnings~ sub Larissa dom masc shapeshifter r daddy kink praise kink shifted dick breeding kink oral face fucking facial, cream pie degrading kink humiliation kink if you squint.

Prompt~see ask

Hey this my first ever ask so why not ask my fanfic fav ~ . But here it is I LOVED THE SEX POLLEN ONE so may I request another sex pollen story but with Larissa and maybe ® ( a former student that's she's very fond of but you can choose the story line. I know you want let me down ~ @enchantressb

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It was no secret you and Larissa were close. Despite you now having left Nevermore and being a few years younger than the principal you'd gotten on well. Especially when you had some personal issues in the last year where she became your god given solace. So of course when she approached you about a new job coming up a few years later you jumped at the chance to return to the school but this time as a somewhat equal to the tall blonde. Of course you fell back into your old comfortable friendship as if nothing had separated you. But what you weren't banking on was for your feelings to grow and develop with every passing day.

You knew Larissa had some attraction to women, but she didn't know about you hence why you thought a the silly little crush on her would fade. Oh how wrong you were. Of course all of this was kept to yourself and yourself only. Maybe that's why you felt so concerned when Larissa volunteered to try a new potion with you. Your friend had sent it to you, it was supposed to bring you what you truly need. Once Larissa found out she was more than happy to try this after all your friend had an amazing track record in the world of potions. So you arranged to go to her office and let the potion do it's own thing.The instructions were simple all you had to do is sprinkle a small amount into some water and drink it. The potion should begin working within half an hour. So of course you followed the instructions before settling on the sofa and falling into a safe conversation.

You were the first to feel it, the unfamiliar tightness like you were missing a vital part of you. "Ris, I'm feeling rather unwell" you murmured before standing up to leave. Only to be stopped by a whimper coming from the blonde, "stay, please." Tears polling in her eyes as she showed her vulnerability to you. "Larissa, what do you need?" You murmured watching a flush hit her cheeks, "I um I need you." You were stopped in your tracks by the confession, the way you stepped back it it made the sensation stronger. The pain stronger. But if you were to step forward then it would morph into need.

"Rissa, I need you too. But I need you to consent darling" you murmured approaching you. "Please y/n I need you" she mumbled before her hands reached out and pulled you into a passionate kiss, one in which you happily reciprocated. That one kiss ignited a flip of a switch that was unstoppable. Your hands roaming Larissa's body as she continued to be responsive to your touches. "Ris, are you sure my darling?" Instead of a verbal response Larissa managed to drag you to her bedroom and settle on her knees at the foot of the bed, "please daddy" was all she whispered. "Oh fuck Larissa, so pretty darling."

You shifted your anatomy more often than not, so it was unsurprising to hear Larissa gasping at the sight sight of your bulge forming. "Daddy" she whined causing you to smirk down at the blonde on her knees. "Oh yes princessa I do like to shift my anatomy in daily life, would you be a good whore for daddy and take her dick?" You practically purred at her which had her almost drooling at the thought and fumbling to free your stone hard dick. You couldn't help but chuckle at how needy she looked upon seeing the reddened tip leaking with pre cum. "Cock slut aren't you baby? I bet you shift yours sometimes huh?" You teased not really expecting a response but still Larissa gave small nod before a whimper of "please" was let loose.

The moment Larissa engulfed the whole of your member could only be described as heavenly. Teary eyes as she gagged around your hard shaft. Her on her knees in front of you swirling her tongue around your bulbous head before swallowing you whole again was perfect and more than you ever imagined. It was hard to remain in control with the potion running rampant in your veins, so of course you began to thrust yourself into her warm tight throat with an animalistic need. Larissa had no complaints thought, gagging and swallowing everything you were giving wanting to taste your seed. But of course that wasn't where you wanted to be, so you slipped out of her skilled mouth and ordered her to stick her tongue out while stroking yourself, a few strokes later you came all over her mouth and face. It was some form of relief but not enough to state your true desire.

"Bed kitten" you murmured in thought as you followed after her, you made quick work of stripping her clothing, marvelling at how beautiful she truly is. You could tell Larissa was feeling self conscious by the way you were worshiping her, the compliments flowing from you were stirring feelings she hurried deep inside herself. The moment your mouth took a greedy yet experimental kick of her cunt you swore you heard an angel gasp. Turns out that angel was Larissa Weems needing more of your touch. "Please god don't stop please more daddy" she whined as she squirmed for you. "I don't plan to stop princessa I just wanna eat my pretty kitten clean" you muttered to the blonde before devouring her as if she was your last meal.

It didn't take long for the coil within her to snap as you hate her out as if you were starving, she came with a cry of your name followed by a string of curses. Somehow the put together principal cursing had you impossibly needy. So of course you wanted more of the blonde, some relief but not stated you both craved the other again. "Please daddy want you inside me" she mewled to you. "Ris, I don't have a-" you started only to be cut off by the blonde, "I don't care please for the love of all things holy just fuck me like the whore I am for you" she begged spreading her legs to invite you in. Your hesitation was soon stopped when she shoved her hand to her cunt and teased herself, if she was getting fucked then it was going to be by you and not her own hand.

You thought her mouth was heavenly but her tightness in her pussy was a new level of pleasure, an out of this world experience, and when she bucked her hips to encourage you to move well, you thought you'd die happy. Sex is one thing, but fucking Larissa Weems like animals in heat was another. The noises you managed to draw from her as the head of your cock brushed her cervix. "Fuck you're such a white kitten, your squeezing me so well baby, fuck like that gorgeous" you praised causing the blonde to continue to meet your harsh thrusts. "Daddy, I'm yours please fuck I wanna be your cum dump please god give it to me" she mewled in the throes of pleasure, "daddy need to cum please please let me" she whimpered as her walls clamped around your cock making it almost impossible to move. "Cum baby, cum for daddy" you panted as her orgasm triggered your own painting her insides white with rope after rope of hot seed.

Only when you both came down from your highs did you slip out of her tight little hole to admire how your come seeped out of it. "God that's so hot Larissa" you murmured before heading to go and get a wash cloth to clean her sticky body sweat and cum scenting the room. Only when you'd successfully cleaned yourself and Larissa up you came to hold the blonde. "Larissa can I kiss you?" You mumbled shyly which didn't make sense considering you'd given her one of her best orgasms in her life. A small giggle came from the blonde as she nodded, you shared a sweet kiss before settling down with each other in the bed. Although you didn't know what it was you were glad you tried the potion from your friend.

Word count~ 1511

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posallys · 3 months

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all right here is my word vomit live watch

IMMEDIATELY i am slapped in the face by toby stephens as poseidon i am FERAL

THE LUKE AND PERCY PARALLEL “LOOK, YOU DIDN’T WANT TO BE A HALFBLOOD” OH MY FUCKING GOD

THE MISSING LUKE AND PERCY TRAINING SCENES OH DEAR LORD THANK YOU THANK YOU

“When am i ever going to use this” percy i LOVE YOU

“So you can use them against your opponent” OH BOY

Finally some action i love a good sword fight

But where's annabeths necklace imma kill people

Ooh some god strength okay okay tasty

HELL YEAH POSEIDON POWERS FUCK HIS SHIT UPPPPPP

“I WARNED YOU. IF YOU'RE NOT CAREFUL, YOU'LL FIND OUT WHO I AM” OH I LOVE THE ENERGY YESSSS FUCK YEAH

GO OFFF PERCY

“AND YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE JUST A KID”

Ares didn't curse him i hate it here

OH WHAT IS THAT VOICE

OH MY GOD THE CABIN SOMEBODY SEDATE ME

this can go one of two ways

“Violent seismic activity” MMM YUMMY

UH HULLO THIS IS NOT WHAT I EXPECTED ALECTO!???

I lied there was a secret 3rd way this could have gone and it happened

OOP THERE’S THE NECKLACE

“Where's the glory in that” wow tell me you don't understand Percy's character without telling me you don't understand Percy's character

“I don't have an appointment” THATS SO FUCKING ICONIC OF HIM

Wait i kind of fuck with this olympus i was picture all white and pristine but this FUCKS

“SHOULDN'T THEY BE JUST AS AFRAID OF US AS WE ARE OF THEM” OH MY FUCKING GOD. OH MY GOD. HOLY SHIT

“you're learning fast” OH MY GODDDDDDDDD

“Things that are small and scary….” BROOOOOOOOOOOO

the show has rights for the luke and percy content and posally and percabeth and that's IT

LANCE REDDICK ❤️❤️❤️ greatest of all time rest in peace ❤️ (you'll always be Cedric daniels to me)

Ohhh king he does a bad ass zeus

Where's poseidon though DONT TAKE HIM FROM ME 😭😭😭

Lance ily

Lance reddick zeus you're perfect to ME

OHHHHH YES GOOD SHIT

percy jackson king of audacity

AGHHHHHJJJDHH POSEIDON I LOVE YOU BRIAN BROMEN OH FUCK YES IM. SNKDKKWKWJFKMQ3LI4HRND IM VIBRATING NRJNW OHMYGID

IM THROWING UP OH MY GOD

“I SURRENDER” OH BROTHER DO I HAVE THOUGHTS THOUGHTS TOO MANY THOUGHTS FUCKKKKK

OH MY GODDDDDDDDDDDD IM GOING TO PUKE

TOBY STEPHENS LOVE OF MY LIFE

I HAVE NEVER BEEN MORE UNWELL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE

SHUT UP NOBODY TOUCH ME

“OBEDIENCE DOESNT COME NATURALLY TO YOU DOES IT” ohhhhhhhh brother call me an ambulance

“I must take some of the blame i suppose” so you CAN read the books you just chose not to for the other 7 episodes….

THE SEA DOES NOT LIKE TO BE RESTRAINED FUCK YEAHHHHHB BROTHER

HIM ONLY UNDERSTANDING THE WORD FATHER IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF IM SOBBING

POSEIDON SMILE IM DYING

I DIDN'T LEARN IT FROM CHIRON AND THEN POSEIDONS FACE OH FUCK IM PUKING SHAKING CRYING

IM SO SO SO UNWELL IM LITERALLY INCOHERENT

“Ares is a moron, as you noticed” STOP I LOVE HIM THERES THAT ASSHAT POSEIDON ENERGY IM LOOKING FOR

“of course we dream, why do you ask” “DO YOU EVER DREAM ABOUT MOM” I AM DEAD I DIED I ASCENDED IM FLOATING LEVITATING FLYING OH DEAR LORD OH MY GOD IM SO SO SO ILL

TOBY STEPHENS THE MAN THAT YOU ARE POSEIDON THE MAN THAT YOU ARE OH MY GOD HIM GOLDING PERCYS HEA DIM VIMITING SHITING MYSELF KILLING DYING DEAD DJFICJJWOKDKDJN FUCK ME FUCK FICK

TOBY TOBY TOBY YOURE PERFECTVTHE PAIN THE FACIAL EXPTESSUINNS IM DYING DEAD

THE PEARL KILL KILL KJAJDJWKKDJJDJDUEJJ2NH3H

I AM HYPERVENTILATING

Not to be greedy BUT WHERE IS THE QUEEN AMING WOMEN WHERE THE FUCK WAS IT YOU CANNOT GIVE ME ALL OF THAT AND THEN NOT GIVE ME THE MOST FUCKING ICONIC LINE OF ALL TIME WHAT THE ACTUAL ABSOLUTE FUCK I AM GOING THROUGH SO MANY EMOTIONS WHATBTHEFUCK

there's still 20 minutes left taylor breathe it can still happen

PERCABETH HUG MY RELIGION

annabeth luke percy trio is SOOOOO interesting to me

I hate percy knowing :( ur a bit too perceptive buddy but it's okay

“I DIDN'T THINK YOU'D GIVE THEM TO GROVER TO WEAR” SHOOT ME IT WOULD PROBABLY FEEL ABOUT THE SAME

THE GODS ARE MY ENEMY, YOU IM HERE TO RECRUIT OHHHHH BROTHER

OH HELLO BACKBITER LORE OKAY

LUKE I GET YOU I UNDERSTAND

I MET YOUR DAD *SLASH* OH THEY GOT HIM THEY GOT HIM GOOD

LUKE PERCY FIGHT MY EYES HAVE BEEN BLESSED IN THIS DAY

PERCY APOLOGIZING HONEY UR TOO SWEET

ANNABETH OH FUCK OH HELLO

So tell me what are the plans for ttc now lol

I HEARD EVERYTHING ANNABETH HONEY COME HERE I NEED TO HUG YOU

I must ask….where the FUCK was this energy the rest of the season this episode is literally so insane it almost makes up for the rest of everything

“How does she feel abt all of this” ooh yummy i like the foreshadowing

“I imagine she's thrilled” WRONG thalia would stomp freddy chases head in if given the chance

LEAH UR BRAIDS ARE GORGEOUS

stop percy had HEART EYES 24/7 FOR HER IM GOING TO COMBUST

“JUST BE A KID” IM SOBBING

THE SEARCHERS LICENSE IM CRYING SOBBING UR PERFECT GROVER

“I'LL FIND YOU” FORESHADDDDDDDOWWWINGGGGGGGG

“NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS WE MEET BACK HERE NEXT YEAR”, OH I LOVE THEM IM CRYING SOBBING OH MY BABIES

MONTAUK IM GOING TO KILL MYSELF FUCK DUDE U CANT DO THIS

i want poseidon to be there i know he wont be but i NEED it

Stop honey percy ilyyyyy you're such a sweetheart im kissing ur forehead and tucking u in

OH HELLO “IT'S TIME TO WAKE UP” WOOOOAHHHHHHHH OKAY

“WE'RE STILL DOING THIS” LMFAOOOOO

“TURNS OUT IM PRETTY GOOD AT THIS….COME FIND ME” CRAZY

……MOTHERFUCKER if they dont show gabe dying im gonna riot

WHERE WAS THE REST OF MY POSALLY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 YOU CAN'T GIVE ME SOME AND THEN TAKE AWAY THE LITTLE FROM THE BOOKS

WHERE IS SALLY MURDERING GABE HELLO

AHHH END SCENE LOL AH THE BOX

THE IMPLICATION THAT IT WAS ALL POSEIDON……..WHAT IF I DIE OH MY GOD

#please ask me things #pjo tv #percy jackson

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lesbiandanhowell · 2 months

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Sam reacts to: Who Is the Real Dan Howell?

What parallel universe have we entered that we got another video so quickly?? Also the fact that only Dan was on the thumbnail briefly had me thinking this is a Dan solo video and I just, accepted that.

- "How do I please my husband" PHIL WHAT THE FUCK. Wedding hill is so real I am not even joking anymore.

- So much touching I am just thinking of @danrifics every time Dan softly puts his hands on Phils shoulder.

- OH MY GOD PHIL WHEN DID PHIL BECOME THE HORNY ONE OUT OF THESE TWO

- They are wearing so much color in this video, and lowkey matching, like the colors of Phil's sweater are the same shades as Dan's and it's doing things to me.

- I am not going to lie, the sponsors just make me giggle these days like babe they broke.

- "Full drag race challenge" please more gay jokes like this that aren't just incredibly horny, my lesbian ace self is very thankful.

- Phil clutching his pearls (aka his non existent boobs) why has this become a thing?

- "Can we take a moment... who is googling how to chew gum" He sounded so genuinely soft and confused when he said that it made me laugh.

- Dan calling boobs lumps and Phil trying to save it and Dan just breaking out into the full song, all lyrics memorized.

- Dan stop looking at Phil (they kissed after this, I am just going full demon, but come on)

- THEY EDITED THIS THEMSELVES. First video in a hot minute that where no editor is credited which is CURIOUS.

- Dan I do not want to know how to suck dick THANK YOU VERY MUCH I AM FINE ACTUALLY

- "I would wave my trunk around" PHIL ARE YOU LISTENING TO YOURSELF I AM SOBBING and the fact Dan didn't even point it out and just looked at Phil all wtf.

- "How to be cunty" YES DAN BE CUNTY

- "Twitter just shut up"ohhh Dan talking like the tumblr phannies

- HOW DO THEY KEEP MOVING CLOSER like they are basically sitting in each others lap at this rate. They always start out with a reasonable distance and then just lean into each other the entire video.

- "Get a cat" YES GET A CAT

- SHOULDER TOUCHING FUCK OOOOOOOFF

I am severely unwell actually bye.

#Who Is the Real Dan Howell?#dan and phil #amazingphil #dan howell #phil lester #phan #dnpgames #sam reacts

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espresso-lessdepresso · 10 months

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you asked for ted stuff, its my time.

Ted looks like the least touch-starved person. Now pair him with a touch starved reader(ex me). boom. just imagine how sweet he would be? like he would be so understanding?

Boom indeed. Brain! Ted with a touch-starved reader! Go!

Ted Nivison hc2 (im doing headcanons now who am I???)

Ted first didn't think much about skin ship until he noticed the lack of it from your side. You just never initiated it, it was never something you were used to giving or receiving.

Ted noticed how easily you got overwhelmed, worked up or exhausted from skinship so he tried to not overdo it. He would chuckle a little sometimes when you wouldn't know how to react to the skin ship, finding your awkwardness amusing and cute.

Ted at first thought that you disliked being touched altogether. But what's with that look in your eyes whenever your arms brush against each other?

Ted found that your little crumbs of skin ship were somehow more intimate than they should be, it meant more to the both of you; you letting him in little by little and him savouring every touch you allowed him.

Ted even savours holding your hand. Just- his palm is so big compared to yours, he finds it oh so endearing. Slowly gliding his thumb over your knuckles, not really interested in whatever else is going on in the background. Just you.

Ted tries to not go overboard when you let his arm around your shoulder, he tries to not pull you into him because it might make you uncomfortable and take everything two steps back. But god, if you lean into him, there will be a smile plastered on his face. He'll be just so giddy and proud, pressing his lips on the top of your head.

Ted, why must he be so sweet and understand, why must he let you take your time and have you helplessly fall for him?

Just don't melt into his hand, finally giving in, when he holds your face in his palm, he wouldn't know what to do with himself at the sight. Do you know how difficult it is for him to not pepper kisses all over your lips and face?

.✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ .

This a heavy self inserting buuut my brain was brring so...

When Ted notices that the reader is feeling unwell, their emotions too big for their own good, he would gently place his hand on your shoulder. He would be completely taken back when you hug him, arms around his torso and face pressed against his chest. He would be so grateful that you find comfort in his touch and would try his best to calm you down. Or let out all your pent-up emotions. Either way, he's right there for you, gently rubbing your back up and down to get you through it.

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The food of love

Aka the Oysters

Osferth x fem!reader

Cw:food poisoning and vomit

Gif by @myfandomprompts

My first Osferth one shot yay

You were going to hell for this.

But you have to do this or risk getting married off to some man old enough to be your grandfather.

Besides, Osferth was the king’s natural son and gentle and kind as one would expect of a godly man.

Osferth was handsome, and he was roughly your age and well-read and of good moral standing.

All the other young men you’d scared off this year paled in comparison to him.

And sure he was a monk, but some monks can marry and God did order Adam and Eve to be fruitful, so really this was just fulfilling God’s will.

Yes, God’s will. You were only doing God’s will.

This you tell yourself as you drink wine you pilfered from your father’s stores to wash down the oyster you ate.

Nasty things, they hadn’t been so bad when you had them when visiting the coast, but your maid said they stimulated carnal desire and would aid you in your mission.

The two of you had also overhead him commenting on it when having a very awkward feast with your family.

Why couldn’t it be something else, like pastries, or fruits or anything that wasn’t seafood?

Would he even come?

Did you get the right room?

You get your answer when you hear him talk to his fellow warrior and particular friend and joke that he had better accommodations for being a man of the cloth.

Remember your maid’s advice, show some skin, tease him, touch him casually and be willing to do any sinful thing he wants.

Holy men always have the filthiest minds, your maid had winked before sending you on your way.

If you do as I say you’ll be a married woman by morning.

Your stomach is in knots from the lethal combination of nerves, oysters and wine.

Oh God, the fucking oysters.

No matter, you could maybe get this done before it repeats itself.

“My lady, I, I seem to have been given the wrong room.” He apologized averted his gaze as he saw with your shift barely covering your upper thigh and spread like a whore on his bed.

“Oh you’re in the right room, Father Osferth.” You try to muster some degree of charm as you feel yourself sweat.

Oh, God.

“Just Osferth, Lady Y/N.” he said still avoiding you, turning around so all you see is his back.

Well, this had failed.

He’s such a paragon of virtue he won’t take advantage of a maiden. A maiden who up until now had wondered what did he hide underneath the dumpy robes.

He was tall, your maid said that was often a good thing in the bedroom. You tried to ask why, but you felt stupid in not knowing such things, so you pretended to know what she meant.

“Well, then I am just Y/N.” you say almost as awkwardly as he had said it.

Somehow this relaxed him enough to look quickly over his shoulder and look relieved you had lowered your shift to its natural length: just over your ankles.

“Are you well, Y/N?” the way he asks and spoke your name makes your stomach flutter, or was that the oysters?

No.

“Yes, I am quite well.” You say trying to flirt. “Well, not really, you see, Osferth, I have been plagued by these feelings ---”

Stick to the script your maid wrote, stick the script if you wish to marry a man you can respect and desire. If God’s merciful, a man you can love.

“Oh, erhm. Lady, I ---” his cheeks pink up, its so adorable, you find yourself thinking its just your stupid little infatuation with the warrior monk that’s got you in knots.

“Not a lady tonight, just Y/N.” your voice comes out breathy enough to pass off as seductive.

Good.

Maybe you can get out of here without letting him know you are deeply unwell physically.

Oh god, that was not nerves.

God, please do not let it come until I leave.

New plan, you get out of here before your late snack ends up on his floor, or worse, him.

“Oh, God, are you trying to seduce me, Y/N?” he asks looking at you with genuine concern.

You do not know what possessed you to nod, but you do and even worse, he comes to your side likely noticing how green you must look.

Oh no.

Here it comes.

To your credit you manage not to get anything on him or the furnishings.

You did not even see him pull out the bucket from under the bed serving as his chamber pot.

Osferth is seemingly unbothered by the sight or the smell as he holds your hair back as you empty the contents of your stomach.

You haven’t been this violently ill since you were a child, God, this is humiliating.

“I am very sorry, Osferth.” You apologize as you try to clean yourself up and avoid looking at him in your shame.

Those damn oysters.

You are never touching anything that comes from the sea ever again.

“It is not your fault, the wine may have been too strong for you.” He dismissed as he inspected the food for poison and discreetly looked at your midsection to see if you are secretly harboring a bastard in your belly.

“Not the wine, the damn oysters.” You shook your head and wondered if it were to forward of you to help yourself to the water in the pitcher left for his use.

“Ah, yes, I noticed they smelled off at supper, I did my best to warn my companions.” As if reading your mind he takes the clay cup and fills it for you.

He also takes out the bucket and lies for you when the Irishman, Finian, asks about the noise and the bucket.

“Why were you trying to seduce me?” he asks the question she had assumed had been to obvious too ask.

“I need a husband, one of my one choosing preferably.” You answer honestly and gratefully drink the cold water. Given how unsuccessful your maid’s scheme was, perhaps honesty might help you in this.

Besides how can you seduce or romance a man when you have just vomited in his room.

“I am honored you would think I would be worthy of you, Y/N.” he smiled sheepishly and your heart melts. “But I would have preferred you did not make yourself ill to get my attention.”

“It was my maid’s idea, she believed this was the only way.” You are quick to blame her for this, but you did share the blame as you were far too eager to say yes.

He chucked quietly, and you wonder if this was part of her plan.

Perhaps she knew you’d fail and he’d tale care of you because he was a good man.

You will ask her later, once you can manage leaving the room without being seen.

If you were caught, you would be seen as damaged goods and be tossed out into the woods.

Great.

“I do not have the means to have a wedding worthy of an ealdorman’s daughter let alone the means to have a family at the moment, I am afraid.”

Was he rejecting you?

This couldn’t get any worse.

All this and he says no because he does not have money?

God was punishing you and taking sick delight in doing so.

“But I may ask your father for a long betrothal and return with wealth to wed you.” He amended and you felt your heart soar. “If you still wish to have me.”

And your stomach churn again.

It is a miracle that you make it to your rooms uncaught and without retching.

“I told you, my sweetheart, I told you would return here betrothed to the monk.” Your maid said holding a cup of whatever will rid you of this malaise. “You are a very lucky woman, Y/N, I heard whores fight for a night in bed with him.”

Part ii

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knowltonsrangers · 7 months

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theoretically

TURN!Benjamin Tallmadge x F!reader

check out part one here!

[a/n: got a lot of love on this ask, and I really enjoyed writing a part 2! swearing & minor mentions of death ahead.]

“Ben—Major!”

You hiss, hiking up your skirt as you follow him outside the tent, a handful of steps behind him as he moves through the camp.

“Must you, y/n? It is something that is not up for debate.”

You nearly fall in the mud as the two of you approach a brick house at the head of the camp, men similarly dressed to the patriot in question stationed out front.

Annoyed, Ben sighs, stopping in his tracks to allow you to catch up to his pace.

“I told you, once you were to be questioned, the General wanted to see you.”

“You didn’t tell me that the general was George Washington!”

You watch with mild amusement as Ben’s eyebrows raise, watching the gears turn in his brain, realizing he’s never told you the General’s full name.

“So you must know something—“

“‘Cause he’s the first…fuck, I don’t think I can say that.”

“Manners, please.”

“You’re one to talk,”

You offer the best glower you can, reminding him of just how rudely he treated you when you both crossed paths for the first time.

“Just…y/n, in front of the General, please.”

You drop your scowl and your skirt, letting it graze the ground as Ben extends his hand, helping you up the steps.

“Thank you.”

You whisper, subconsciously missing his touch once he reaches past you to open the door. The soldiers at the entrance nod expectantly at the major, and you can’t help but wonder how much trouble you were about to get into.

How did you end up in this room? Pleading with the ghost of the first president of the United States to not execute you because you really just are a stupid idiot that somehow ended up in a revolutionary war encampment?

The man himself, just as intimidating as the books say he is, tall enough to make your neck hurt, yet his features remain soft as if he isn’t quite sure what he’s looking at.

You wish you could think the same.

“This is the woman you found in the woods?”

“Yes, but not the clothes I found her in. I did not want to raise suspicions.”

Ben gravels, standing directly behind you, successfully blocking your only exit, as if he intentionally did so.

“What is your goal for entering the camp?”

Washington asks, and you’re hyper aware he’s speaking to you, so the best you can do is begin to warble out a bunch of nonsense.

“General, sir—I would just like to go home, and I know that this sounds insane, but you must believe me—“

“y/n.”

Ben takes his turn to hiss your name, seemingly appalled at your inability to form a coherent sentence, when the man in front of you sighs, sitting at his desk that was littered with documents and maps.

“Tallmadge, she seems rather frightened.”

“I can assure you, that was not by my doing.”

“You suspect she is a spy?”

“Spy, I…I do not think so. Confused, surely.”

Your gaze flits back and forth between the two, palms clammy as you run them down the front of your dress.

“If I was a spy, I’d be a shite one.”

You mumble, not intending for the two men to hear you.

“That was a joke, oh my god—“

“y/n, was it?”

“Yes, sorry, yes.”

“Your accent and your mannerisms are not something I am familiar with. I am inclined to agree with the major, you are seemingly unwell to me.”

“If you think I’m sick, that’s totally fine, just please don’t kill me.”

Your hands clasp, ready to get on your knees and beg for it, when the general laughs, standing from his chair and crossing the room.

“The thought never crossed my mind. Tallmagde brought me up to speed, he seemingly is on your side, miss,”

Turning over your shoulder, you are horrified to find that Ben is smirking to himself, so you so kindly flip him the bird behind your back, away from the general.

You hope the context is all the same.

“I beg your pardon, but then what was the point of all this?”

You suddenly realize your brashness.

“Sorry. Sir.”

“I would like to hear more of your story, because though it sounds fabricated, I have no reason to suspect you of anything. Yet.”

“Fair enough.”

You shrug, watching as Ben takes a step forward and addresses the general.

“She has pleaded with me that she has transported in time, and though it may account for her strange actions, I do not believe it,”

“Run her name through the camp. See if it rings any bells.”

Your mouth opens, and your raise a finger, ready to interject, when Washington calls another name you recognize.

“Hamilton will see you out. Tallmagde and I have some things to discuss.”

“But, I—“

The door opens fully, and by the time you go to turn, a hand lands softly on the crook of your arm.

“Best we get going, miss.”

“Oh, for fucks sake—“

Yet another officer in a blue coat, a fiery redhead that all but yanked you from the room.

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mrs-santoss · 1 year

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Love at First Sight - Neymar Imagine - Chapter Seven

Summary:

Y/N is scared to fall in love. She fell once, and it was a nightmare. She can't risk it again. But, this lucky boy manages to steal her heart, but unfortunately, manages to break it at the same time. What will Y/Ns decisions be?

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6

I burst into tears. I kept crying, screaming, hitting the steering wheel with my hands. Why does this have to happen to me? What have I done wrong? Why do people get so close to me and then FUCKING LEAVE?

I was in physical pain. I don't know if you've heard about Broken Heart Syndrome. It's a condition that's brought on by a physically or emotionally traumatic event, such as the loss of a loved one, divorce, car accidents, bad fights or near-drowning experiences. Broken Heart Syndrome is often a temporary condition. But some people may continue to feel unwell after the heart is healed. I remember my state during my last heartbreak. I was a fucking mess. I'm trying so hard to avoid that. I'm saying this because I just remembered I had two bottles of vodka on the backseat of my car. I had bought those bottles for a fun night with the guys. I was hoping to do that this weekend and get closer with Neymar. What a stupid idiot I was. I was fighting myself from chugging a bottle. I'm driving. I can't do this. I can just sleep here. No, I can't. Yes, I can. No, I can't. Too late. I was parked by the road, looking at a view of mountains just outside of the city. I had some melancholic music on and I had drank one bottle and a half. I was wasted. Singing at the top of my lungs, with my feet on top of the steering wheel, fucking wasted. A phone call stopped my music. I couldn't read the caller ID. I answered the call. "Whyy wou-would- yu-you to do that?!!" "What? Y/N, are you okay?" "Ky?" "Y/N, are you drunk?" "NOOOO, why wouldd yu-you stop my-my-music?" "Oh, god. Where are you? Are you alone? "Alonee? Pff, noo. I'm he-ree with *hiccup* mrs.sadness, mrs. dissssapointment, *hiccup* andd mrs. pain, say hii to Kylian everyonee!!" "Y/N? Where the fuck are you? Why am I hearing cars driving by? ARE YOU DRIVING?" "Wha-no!! I'm having a nighttt ou- with my bestiess." A car honks outside, probably at someone else but my drunk self took it as an insult. I could hear Kylian yelling something I couldn't make out what it was. "HEYYY!! Don't fuck-fucking make me race you, YOU HEAR ME?" "NOO, NOO, NOOO. Y/N, YOU STAY RIGHT THERE" "WHY ARE YOU YELLING AT ME?" I started crying, Kylian paused for a moment and took a deep breath. "Y/N- sweetheart, I'm not yelling. I'm just worried, okay?" "O...kay" "Can you tell me where you are? Where is Neymar? Why aren't you with him?" "Whyy *hiccup* wou-would you mention him?" i was talking in a low voice now, probably because I had run out of energy. "Y/N, I'm going to hang up for one second, okay? I will call you right back? Are you parked?" "Yes" "Good, stay right there. Do you promise you won't move the car?" "I promise" "Good! I will call you in a second, I will just make another quick phone call,okay?"

"Okay, Ky. Bye!" I hung up on him. I stood there in silence. I couldn't stop myself from acting like this. The study shows alcohol dulls the brain signal that warns people they are making a mistake, and, I was completely, entirely drunk. I stayed in silence for another minute, I had completely forgotten about the promise I had given Kylian about staying parked. I had this dumb idea about touching a star that was on top of the mountain, so I wanted to "reach" it. I was driving fast. It felt like flying. It felt good. While I was driving I had the urge to throw up. I stopped my car at a rest area on the highway, grabbed a bag from the backseat and threq up on it. I threw up everything. My head was spinning. I put the bag at the bottom of the passenger seat, rested my head on the car seat and closed my eyes. I could hear my phone ringing but I didn't have the energy to pick it up. Darkness took over me. I felt tired. I THANKFULLY, clicked on the button to close all doors, and fell asleep. _____________________________ Sun was shinning directly into my face. I was extremely hot, I was sweating. My ears were ringing and my head was killing me. I opened my eyes and I realized I'm in the middle of fucking nowhere. I couldn't remember anything form last night except for drinking and driving. I know I had a conversation with Kylian, but I couldn't remember what It was. I turn on the AC and pick up my phone. My phone had went crazy. I had 23 missed calls from Kylian, 35 from Neymar and 10 phone calls from Sarah. I couldn't even go through the messages. There were a lot of them, especially from the guys. Some of Kylian's text said "Y/N pick up your phone", "Are you still parked?", " Y/N why arent you answering?" " I'm fucking going crazy Y/N pick up your phone NOW". I was surprised to see Neymar's text. How did he know about this? Did Kylian talk to him? Some of Ney's text said " Y/N, can you pick up please" , " Y/N don't do this" "Y/N can you at least speak to Kylian" "CAN YOU JUST TEXT ME THAT YOU'RE OKAY PLEASE" "Y/N I'm going crazy, pleasee". Sarah's text were also the same. Oh, my god. What have I done? Why am I like this? How did I manage to do this? I decided to call Kylian. I don't even know how he's going to react. He picked up on the first ring.

"Y/N WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK?" "Ky?" "ARE YOU OKAY?" "Yes, I'm okay, I passed out right after our phone call. I didn't hear anything after that." "Where are you? Why were you drunk? Why were you FUCKING driving?" "Ky, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for worrying you. I don't know why, when, how. I'm a mess. I'm a fucking mess!" I couldn't hold back my tears, I started crying. "Y/N, calm down, please. Send me your location. I'll come to you." "No, you can't, Ky. I'm five or six hours away from home by now. I'm at a rest stop on the middle of fucking nowhere." "What? Whyy are you five hours away? Why didn't you come to me after Neymar?" "How...How do you know about that?" "I spoke to him last night. I ended the call with you to ask him if he knows where you are and you didn't answer my phone after that. We were so fucking worried." "I'm sorry" I was extremely sorry and embarrassed. I didn't even know what to say to him, he was being an amazing friend to me and I'm over here taking advantage of that. "No, it's okay, Y/N. Just please, don't ever do this again. Also, I know you're not talking to him anymore, but you need to call Neymar and let him know you're okay. The guy went crazy last night, he was about to drive the whole country to find you." "Can you tell him that...let him know I'm okay? I can't talk to him after this, I don't know what to say. I feel weak and ashamed of what I've done." "Trust me, he doesn't think that about you. Just let him know you're okay, that's it." "Okay, Ky. Thank you so much I'm so sorry." "Y/N, I'm just fucking glad you're okay, that's all that matters, all right? Are you going to drive home?" "Yes, probably. I can't think of any other option." "Please, just rest before you start driving. Make sure you're okay." "Yes, I'm feeling better now. I'll stop at the next restaurant or whatever, to get something to eat and rest" "Okay. Text me about everything, let me know your location from time to time." Okay, Ky. Thank you for being there for me." "Always, Y/N."

I hang up the phone with Kylian and just stay in silence. I'm contemplating whether I should call Neymar or not. I mean, the guy deserves to know I'm okay, but on the other hand, he broke up with me, he doesn't have to know anything about me anymore. I decide to listen to the side of me that still cares about him and call him. I dial his phone number by memory, and wait. He answers the phone quickly. "Y/N, ARE YOU OKAY? WHERE ARE YOU? AMOR? ARE YOU HURT?" "Hey, Neymar. I'm okay." "Oh, my god. Oh, thank god. Please don't do this to me ever again, please, please, please. Where are you?" "Neymar, I'm okay, I'm fine. I'm headed home right now, I just wanted to let you know I'm okay since Kylian told me you were worried about me." "You spoke to Kylian? Before me?" "Neymar.. You're both the same to me, now. We don't have that kind of relationship anymore."

“Y/N? Why did you do that? Why were you driving drunk?” “Neymar, I don’t want to talk about this, please. I’m okay, all right?” He didn’t respond anything. I guess, he was waiting for me to say something more. What else am I going to say to him, my ex boyfriend who I’m still enough in love with to fucking kill myself driving while drunk because of him? I’m tired to even think about an answer right now. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow, okay? Take care!” “You….you too, Y/N. Bye!” _______________________________

I throw myself on the bed. I was extremely tired from the long drive and the hangover. I text Kylian letting him know I'm home. I hoped on the shower to relax myself. I wanted to cry, but I couldn't, all my tears were dry. I was functioning like a robot. I'm in the first stage of heartbreak which is being in denial. I don't want to accept this. It's really hard to go from good morning and good night texts to a dry phone, or going from a warm body to cuddle with at night to a cold pillow. I slept the rest of the day until the next day. I woke up to get ready for work. This will be the first time I will be seeing Neymar since our break up. I miss his face. I miss him. I miss our stare. I fucking miss our stare. __________________________________ I park my car and head inside and go straight to my office. I collect all my things before heading into the field. As soon as I step outside, I feel eyes on me. "Hi, Y/N!"

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cevansbaby-dove · 6 months

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Trusting the captain. Part 5

Tony sits at the table and says. "Y/N you look well" You glance at steve and then back at Tony. "And you look unwell..."

"Miss L/N!? I am being as nice as i can" Steve walks to him. "back off Stark."

Tony blinks. "Nice beard Rogers, did Y/n ask you to grow it out?" Steve folds his arms as he stands right by you.

he walks around. "The reason we are here is.." he sighs. "We need your help from you and Y/n"

You laugh. "Is Tony Stark asking for help!? this is a surprise" Steve holds back a small laugh. "what do you need our help for? After you singed those papers you told the team that you know what to do."

Wanda crosses her arms and Nat says. "He's right"

tony sighs. 'i know what i said! God Nat" He looks at you. "if we don't work as a team-"

You have had enough. "We were never a team! Got it!? NEVER! Steve and i chose to hide our feelings because of the team so we don't let our guard down for each other! And guess what!? WE DID!"

You look at james and he says. "Wait! you two...you and Steve?? OH FUCK!!" Steve says. 'Language!"

You look back at tony and say. "I will not help you not when i know it could kill any of us" Tony rolls his eyes. 'oh jesus"

Two days later.

You and Steve arrive at the government office and Steve gets out of the van and says as you two walk to Sharon. "I hope they have coffee"

You smirk.

"i hope they keep us long enough so you can grow your beard back" "Aw i thought you liked it like this?" He looks at you. "right?"

"No sir! You have such a baby face" You smile and james says. "Get a room you two"

Steve looks at you with a smirk. "Maybe we should after this" You laugh and say. "Rogers"

Tony walks to you guys and says. "Glad to see you again" You let go of Steve's hand when Sharon walks to you guys. "Rogers" He nods. "Carter."

James rolls his eyes. "Oh god" You lightly touch steve's back and he looks at you with a smile.

Tony says. "Follow me oh....just as a warning..it's going to be long day."

You look around and mumble. "Oh goodie"

Part 6 in the works thanks for reading!

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Becca i am unwell!! thot: ceo!Bucky… he’s all big, loud and dominant and work, known for being big and bad. but as soon as he gets home, he’s begging for your cock, letting you bend him over and peg him till he’s crying

I can’t even tell you what this does to me. Like the thought of such a confident, powerful man in a well tailored suit on his knees begging you to fuck him? Begging you not to be gentle 🫠

I love the thought of him kneeling on a plush carpet, his dick so fucking hard just from the embarrassment of having to beg you to fuck him. “You want my cock, baby? I bet you fuckin’ do. But do I want to give it to you? Maybe I’d rather watch you play with yourself for a bit. Maybe I wanna see just how slutty you’d get. Let you jerk yourself off and see how many of your own fingers your little asshole can take. Just like I know you do on those long business trips.” You’re stalking around him, watching how he’s almost drooling at the sight of your bare legs.

“Please.” He breathes. “Please don’t make me play with myself. I can’t take it. I-I need you. I need to feel stuffed and slutty and cockdrunk for you.” His dick is twitching so pathetically you almost feel bad for him.

“Oh baby, you’re a little mess already. That’s so cute.” You tease, running your hand through his hair. He melts into the gentle touch but then your fingers form a fist, gripping it tight, right at his scalp and he moans in delight.

“Daddy’s gonna take care of you tonight, okay baby? You don’t need to think anymore. You’re just here to please daddy. You got that?” He nods so damn fast, despite the way you’re still tugging on his hair. His eyes are wide and bright, looking up at you like you hung the stars because who else would have him feeling so safe that he’s able to submit like this?

“Yes daddy. I’ll be so good for you.” Bucky whispers and you don’t doubt for a second that he will be.

By the time you finally have him stripped naked and bent over his own desk in the study, he’s almost shaking with need. You had him taking three of your fingers to get him nice and stretched because his favourite strap isn’t the smallest one in your collection.

“Oh my God, please move. M-move daddy, fuck me. I don’t care if it hurts.” Bucky wails, your cock pressed inside him to the base as you tried to let him adjust to the stretch.

“You hear how fucking slutty you sound? You’re so god. Damn. Pathetic.” You tease, rolling your hips and drawing the most beautifully pathetic mewls from him.

“That’s so fucking good. Oh fuck don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He’s gone already and you’ve only given him half a dozen thrusts.

“Careful baby boy, you don’t wanna blow your load over this nice desk, do you? You know you’ll ruin the finish.” You hear him sob, low and broken as the tip of your strap nudges against his little sweet spot just right.

“We need a mirror in here. I need you to see the look on your own face when I fuck you stupid. Need you to see how slutty you look when you press your ass up to take me deeper. You just need me to hit right. There.” He’s gripping the edge of the desk so hard, trying to focus on not cumming too soon but that’s exactly what you want him to do. Just one orgasm to take the edge off and then you can spend all night taking him apart, piece by piece.

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cable-knit-sweater · 1 year

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MAYAAAAAA 😫😫😫 I know I’ve been in your inbox already once today, but I just saw you reblog This Fucking Post™ of This Fucking Guy™ and— EXCUSE ME. I AM UNWELL.

So now I can’t help but think about how this particular Seb is a bit more confident and cocksure (pun at least 50% intended) than usual, and how it completely throws Chris for a loop and maybe they haven’t seen each other for a while and they’re finally alone and making out like teenagers on Seb’s couch and Chris is reeling from how assertive and self-assured Seb is, not to mention how stupidly fucking hot he looks, and listen. LISTEN. Chris loves it, he really, really does, but he’s just used to being a bit more in charge, and being able to reduce Seb into a boneless, speechless mess with relative ease (much like Seb’s doing to him, right now).

Chris is kinda getting lost inside his head when his hand finds its familiar way into Seb’s hair, fingers curling gently but surely around the lengths, and tugging—

Seb makes the tiniest noise in the back of his throat, but Chris can feel the tremor that runs through him, so he pulls a bit harder, a bit meaner.

There it is.

“Screw you,” Seb breathes, but it comes out wrapped in an unmistakeable moan.

Chris just laughs, mouthing at the hinge of his jaw in a way that makes Seb squirm into the cushions.

“This is why we can’t have nice things,” Seb huffs even while closing his eyes and melting into the touch.

“Aww, honey,” Chris purrs in response. “You’re the nice thing.”

Idk what this even is but I totally blame you & Minnie for it 😇💕

OH MY FUCKING GODDDD KAY MY SUNFLOWER BABY 😭😭😭😍😍🥵🥵🥵🥵

Okay. Calming down for a second but GOD I love you so fucking much.

I saw your other ask and I LOVE it, also @sparkagrace has been begging me for something similar and I will have so much fun writing it, so thank youuuu for sending me that prompt (also? I love the hive mind so freaking much lol 💗💗)

But getting back to the rest of your ask bc oh my god are you in my head??? This is like a perfect scenario and I’m obsessed 😫 Anyone who even knows me a little bit knows how weak I am for this Seb:

Like uncontrollable sobbing, unhinged screeching, want to BITE, that kind of weak 😭

But back to your scenario.

One of my favorite things is Seb being a little cocky and Chris being surprised by it and LOVING it, but alsoooo trying to find a way to reduce Seb to a whimpering mess again 😫 I love how in this scenario Chris goes with it for a little but then he just needs to do one thing, and Sebastian is done for (much like I am).

And they both love it. Chris loves it when his boyfriend is assertive, makes known what he loves and wants; whether it’s through making those delicious noises or by showing Chris what he wants by being a little more demanding like this. He always thinks Sebastian is hot, unbelievably gorgeous, but there’s something about him when he smirks at Chris in that way of his, when Sebastian looks all self-assured and like he knows he’s the hottest thing out there, because in Chris’s mind he always is. So he lets Sebastian do what he wants for a little, until instinct takes over…and his instinct will always be to love on Sebastian so much, to make him feel soooo good, that Sebastian just melts into whatever surface they’ve ended up on and lets Chris make him feel even better.

The moment that happens always causes Chris’s brain to short circuit for a second. When Sebastian’s features go slack, when he moans so loudly, when he starts to give himself over to Chris. It’s not so much surprise as it is pure awe; that he can have that effect on Sebastian, that Sebastian loves it as much as he does, that Sebastian lets him do this.

Sebastian loves it when Chris takes charge and just, instinctively knows what he needs, but sometimes he just can’t control himself, feeling sooo good about himself and wanting Chris to feel good too, needing to be close, so he just goes for it.

He can’t help but feeling a little hungry, a little feral when they’ve been apart for a while, needing his hands all over Chris and needing Chris’s hands all over him. Rile him up as much as he can until he gets Chris to growl a little and manhandle him, pull at his hair, letting Chris take charge again easily.

Riling Chris up is maybe one of his favorite things to do. It’s almost like a little game they play, and even if Seb complains a little when Chris takes over and makes him all weak-kneed, it’s all he wants.

ALSO, Chris is right, he is the nice thing 😭 and BLESS you so much for dropping these incredible thoughts into my inbox, GOD, I’m gonna need some more time to think about this 🥵.

I LOVE YOU (and your incredible brain) SOOO MUCH 💕💕💕💕💕 Sending you the biggest polar bear hugs and all the smooches 😘😘

Alsooo I think @musette22 will agree with me that we’ll gladly take the blame if it leads to something like this 🥰🥰🥰

#maya answers #evanstan #rpf #KAYYYY 🌻🌻🌻🌻#I cannot EXPRESS how much I love this AHHHHHHHH #my brain is short circuiting #Ughhh #these two

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sparkbugs · 4 months

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My liveblog reaction post for JRWI Riptide 114! :3 SPOILERS AHEAD if that wasn’t obvious.

I completely forgot. About the bastion/stronghold. IF THEY LEAVE THE SHIP THEY LOSE THE TELEPORTER.

Haha! Ha. Wowie this is extremely stressful to start a session Jesus Christ. Pls get good perception AGGG. The laughter but it’s so stress LMAOOO AAAA

If anyone dies this episode! Haha.

How is this all 10 mins into the episode it’s just a terrible chase scene I am so. Aughhh

THANK GOD TBEY GOT TO THE DOCKS. BUT IS THE SHIP OKAY. if the ship fucking denigrates they lose their teleporter man they need that to get home if anything haha! Aggghghsh

The fucking. Fish shoes. Also PORTABLE HOLE LMAOOO

Gryffon :( my boy protect the ship my guy ily

Godddd because of the title I’m so fucking sure there’s stuff about Jay’s family here. I’m so sure there’s lots of things here but it’s so not safe.

Darkness lets gooo… oh.. that audio… ohhhhggg ahhdnjs oh goddddd

“Hello..?” *unimaginable horror response in a roar*

HOW HAS IT ONLY BEEN 25 MINS THERE ARE UNIMAGINABLE HORRORS THIS IS TERRIFYING

Portable holeeeee that’s a smart play, but that’s terrifying to think bout the helmet

“GUYS YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS” “what is it gill?” “Stairs!” “… that’s a ladder gill-“ I love them so much

More unimaginable horror sounds! Oh boy! This is. It’s been 30 fucking minutes.

Oh yucky.. skin… Jesus.. oh noooogghdjhdns

ITS GONE?!?!? WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO.

THIS IS NOT THE FUCKING TIME TO BE ARGUINGGGG AAAAGGGG

I hate this so fucking much actually

The bit shoes.. Charlie please

We have made it 40 mins in let’s goooo haha. Ha!

A GLHYPHHJDHHSHS JAY NO WHAT HEY. FIREEE????? 37 POINTS HOLYYYY FUCKKKKK

HAHSJFHSJAIDJSUHWKS CREATURES THEYRE HERE AND THEYRE ANGRY

Haha it’s all fine now. Also the fucking bones aren’t real??? What. HAHAHAHAJGSIW UH OH BIZLY PLEASSEE

LMAOOO HAHAGGGSHDA THE PARANOIA IS SO FUCKING REAL

HAHSHSHSHA THE FUCKING MICROCHIPS IN THE WATER NOO STOP FUCKIN WITH GILL LMAO

Almost an hour in!! Woooooo! No ones dead thank fucking god

Thank god Chip please make sure no one dies thank u skelly man <3

Floor threeeee baybeee surely nothing happens here. :)

There’s someone waiting for themmmmm hahaha

“Jay can you do me a flavor right now?”

AHAHSHSHSHA WHATTTT WDYMMMM EVERYTHING GULLIOKFNXUSHSO GILLION NOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCKSHAIABA also the last quote being Gillion’s last words man. Yikes

Where is my boy where is my boy where is my boy. IS THAT HIS FUCKING SKIN

ITS HIS FUCKING SKINH IM SO MOT OKAY WHWRE IS MY BOY WHEFE IS HE. GIVE HIM BACK THEY JUST GOT HIM VACK

Haha. I’m fine :) I’m gonna ignore that for now haha cause why. Would that be an issue :)

I’m so worried about him actually. Bring him back

THEY WERE FUCKING EXPERIMENTING ON THE ICHOR. I KNEW IT BUT GOD THE CONFIRMATION IS. UGHHHGHDJSK yea this is such a navy thing to do. Yuck

Oh my god they didn’t see what skin the trition in the ground was. What if that was Edyn. Oh I’m so unwell.

GODDD THEYRE USING THE LEVIATHAN AND THE FUCKING ICHOR AS A SUPER WEAPON. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THE NAVY.

NOT EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE YET WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

Chip is so me I would totally. Grab bone pieces. EWWWW WHY MORE SKIN GROSS HOW MANY PEOPLE DID THEY FUCKING KILL

DEATHWARD SAVED THIS MAN PLEASE STAY MY GUY I LOVE YOU. this man is being crucified.. oh my god,,

Holy shit.. Kuba kenta :o is that u bitch

ITS HIMMMM HOLYYYY SHITTYTTT HAHSHSHSHAHA he’s such a bastard but also such a good villain… godddddd he’s just a fluffy guy :3

Mmmmmm machineeeeee

Giving me The Core from Amphibia vibes. This is fucking TERRIFYING. I MEAN I WAS RIGHT HERE CAUSE GILLION WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. PLEASE. GILLION WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT. WHY DID YOU SIT IN THE CHAIR

WHWIDUDISHWJDJEIEJAIWHDIRJE GILLION. WHAT THE FUCK. Oh

Oh my god. 0 initiative. Oh my god Gillion please

“I would like to touch myself… and say- there’s more wait” PLEASEEE CHARLIEEE LMAOOOO

AWAAA RUN GILLION RUNNNNNN

“Oh my god, Gillion’s not fast.” HES RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE RIGHT NOW SO MAYBE HE IS??

It’s totally him right. YEA it’s Gilly :) why hasn’t he told them about Kuba Kenta.

Aughhhhghhfjskb CONDI?!??? LMAOOOO

Why. Are you. I. I despise them so much.

FIREWALL AUGHHGH NOT AGAIN

“CHEEBO” the rest of chips skin is fucking burnt off Jesus Christ

.. oh fuck. There’s more people going in????? It better not be the rest of the crew. INVISIBLITY WENT DOWN IGHDHDHSJS

Bones… gill I’m so sorry man :(

CHIP STOP BEING LIKE THAT YOU LOVE THEM. You love them. They you’re besties.

NATURAL 1 BUT IGS A FUCKING 23 WHAT THE HELLLLLL

Aughhhhhhhh paijnnnm pleaseeee surely nothing goes wrong mannnn what the hell

… conch shell time haha uh oh surelyyyy this will be fine

Jay my beloved <3 you got this girl

AAAA Grandma Ferin… SHES FUCKING CRAZY HOLY SHIT. Vault… time.. oh no. Woahhhh wonder. If that’s the true prophecy in there

CONDI DEAFENED AUGSJHSJGA WHATTT NO BRING HIM BACK OH FUCK

Haha they’re trapping themselves in this room. Uh oh.

OH. GILLION. OH NO. OH NOOO WHAT. HELLO. HEY. Uh oh. Hey. WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK WHAT IS GOING ON

WHERE IS MY FISH MAN WHERE IS HE WHERE IS HE

THE HORRORS ARE THERE THE HORRORS. THATS WBY HE DIDNT TELL ABLUT KUBA KENTA OH MY GOD

…

The sword. Thank god.

PELASEEEE DONT LET ANY OF TJEM DIE OM GONIFNIBSJA GILLIONS GOING GO SAVE HIS FRIEND HES FOINF AS FAST AS HE VAN

JAY PLEASE GO HELP PLEASE FUCKKKK ING HELL

Ichor creature. Godddddd

I don’t even have words this is just combat that’s terrible and I hate it

Aughhdhxhsishdjsn man. People have been so right about how this episode is Bad bad. Like. Wow.

2 and half hours in. Pain and suffering. Please don’t let Chip die again. Charlie did really fucking good playing his doppelgänger without breaking that’s insane.

Gillion’s yelling at each other would be so much funnier if it wasn’t. A life or death situation

CHARLIE SALUTING IM SO UPSET PLEASSESS LET THEM LIVE

YEAHAHAHAHDHDHS GET HIS ASS JAY

HAHA HEY.

HOW ARE THEY TYING IM GONNA CRYYYY

HE WCJDJDSHS HE DID IT HE FUCKING DID IT OM GONAN THROW UP OHHHHGG MU GOD

GILLIONS STUFF FUCKKKKING WAITAAGGG

HAHAHDHSGWGE KUBA KENTA MENTION.

Oh. He’s. Opening. Kubas cage. Gillion. Hey.

Haha they have to go back UP?!? Well. Riptide pirates, it was nice knowing you.

Chip. Can’t be healed I am so upset. Also I feel like the creatures are just going to escape. And Kuba Kenta is going to be Right There.

Dopplegilly you bitch ass mother fucker give my boy back his stuff

WHDIXHSIDHS THEY PUT HIM IN THE HOLE??? Well. I mean. Go off

I hope they don’t fucking fall into the lava. Like seriously after all that.

Well. Gillion. Please let this man get his stuff. WALL OF WATER THANK GODDDD

How is there a half hour left.

HE HAS MISTY STEP. CHARLIE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

I am so. AUEGUESHS THE LIFE DEBT OF DOPPELGILLY GOINF BACK INTK THE HOLE PLEASE LMAOOOO WHAT IS THIS

Please get out of here please just get the ship off the island oh my god

So much murderrr please go n get them and get out im so ahdichdiebz

oh . The fucking. Turrets. LMFAO COUNTER SPELL THE FUCKING ASS TURRETS JDDIDBKS

THE FUCKCONF DECK IM GONNA LOSE IT PLEASE. DONT LET HIM DO THAT PLEASE

WHY NOT JUST FUCKING THROW THE DECK OF CARDS UP. WHY. I’m gonna.

THE IDIOT CARD. OH MY GODDD HAHAHDJDHAUA 3 INTELLIGENCE IM SOGONGNDHSBA

THE VOID. LMAOOOO HES FUCKING GONE THANK GOD. Anyways the TURRETS.

THEY FUCKING DID IT LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

Well. That was. An episode. Well. I can see why everyone was freaking out about it LMAO THEYRE ALIVE THOUGH LETS GOOOO RIPTIDE PIRATES

#jrwi #jrwi riptide #just roll with it #jrwi liveblog #jrwi 114

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smol-lydia · 2 years

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Skin of My Teeth Pt 2 Viktor x Fem!Reader (SFW)

Just a little sick!fic where Viktor finds his lab assistant unwell, and is doing his damndest to care for her. Unbeknownest to him, his tough as nails mechanically minded assistant has been harboring a small crush on him for quite a while, and this is no ordinary flu.

CW/TW for drug mention; based on my experience withdrawing from opiates happy over 100 days of clean time to me!!

Reader is heavily influenced by Kaylee from Firefly I’ll own that lmao also Kai’sa is in Arcane now sorry not sorry

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You don’t recall falling asleep, but you wake with a start, your hair a mess and drool on your pillow. Your mouth still tastes sour from the vomit, and as you sit up, rubbing at your sleep-crusted eyes, you realize Viktor has kept his word, sitting on your bed, humming a tune you don’t recognize.

“Sorry,” you mumble. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”

You feel like you’ve been put through the wringer, and you know that you still have a ways to go.

“It’s quite all right,” he says. “You need the rest.”

You are once again struck by the sweetness of him; really, there’s no reason for your lab partner/boss to go the extra mile for you. In the lab, you and Viktor are both focused on the work in front of you, carried away by your passions. His for science, yours for mechanics.

You were mostly self taught until you got your scholarship to the Academy, an innate knack for tinkering that resulted in fixing everything you could get your hands on back home. A way to keep things running the extra mile, a necessity turned to joy. A scrubby girl with dirt on her face, never fitting in with the other girls your age.

Most of your conversations with Viktor up until this point have been focused on the projects at hand. Nothing personal or vulnerable. Hence your surprise that he noticed you were unwell to begin with.

“(Y/N)?”

“Huh?” You blink, and feel your cheeks heat up when you realize that as you’ve gotten lost in your thoughts you’ve been staring at the beauty mark above Viktor’s lip. Janna above.

“I asked how you were feeling now,” he says gently.

“Oh.” Your stomach lurches, a reminder that you aren’t out of the woods yet. “Not much better,” you admit. You push the covers back, panic blooming in your chest. “Viktor, I’m sorry, I—“

Off you go again, running to the toilet to empty your stomach contents once again, your head spinning. Misery. This is misery. Gods, you would give anything for a bit of shimmer now, to ease your suffering, even if you know it will only cause the cycle to begin again.

“Please, don’t apologize,” he murmurs, pulling back a stray lock of your hair out of your face. “I only want to make sure you’re all right. After all, what am I to do without the Academy’s best mechanical mind?”

You laugh weakly. “I think that’s relative.”

Viktor shakes his head. “You undersell your good qualities, (y/n). Truly.”

He has you by the waist to help you back into bed, and you can’t help it—his touch lights you on fire with only the thin cotton of your chemise separating your skin from his.

Pathetic, that’s what you are, but you can’t help it.

The words slip out without you meaning them to. “You wouldn’t say that if you knew.”

Dark brows knit together in confusion. “I don’t know what you mean.”

Your laugh is bitter. “I don’t have the flu, Viktor.”

His honey eyes darken as he takes in the implication of your words. “Ah, I see.”

It’s those three words that haunt you long after he leaves, knowing that you have irrevocably screwed things up. Words you wish you could take back, just like every other mistake you’ve made up until this point.

—-

So maybe you took a few extra days to lick your wounds. Was it a little pathetic? Probably, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look Viktor in the eye now that he knew your secret.

“Is it really that bad?” Your suite mate, Kai’sa, sat in your worn reading chair, sipping on mint tea. She’s the closest you have to a friend here at the Academy.

You groan, rubbing your throbbing temples. You still feel like dirt. “He just left, Kai.”

She tucks a loose strand of purple hair behind her ear. “Listen, (y/n) you know I’m not the type to cut men any sort of slack.”

You nod, drawing your knees up to your chest.

“But would Viktor really leave you in the lurch like that, with no explanation?” She continues, finishing her tea. “If I am wrong, of course, you know I’ll be first in line to knee him in the balls. I think, though, there’s more we don’t know.”

You wrap your arms around your knees, not allowing yourself to hope. “Maybe.”

“Besides,” she says. “You have to face him eventually.”

You groan. “That’s not reassuring, Kai’sa.”

“Is it supposed to be?” She rolls her violet eyes. “It takes a lot to kick this kind of habit. You’re no coward, (y/n).”

You know Kai’sa doesn’t mean her words as a dare, but you take it as one anyway.

—

You put more care into your appearance than you’ll ever admit. Washing your face, combing out your hair and tying it back into a high ponytail, even fishing out an old hair ribbon from somewhere. Dabbing a little bit of solid perfume at your pulse points.

Your muscles still ache from withdrawals but at least you can hold down water now; your reflection looks somewhat gaunt in the mirror. You’ve definitely lost weight unintentionally, your uniform somewhat ill-fitting but you try your best regardless. Not much can be done about the rips in your knee high stockings, and you smooth out your skirt, nerves buzzing in the pit of your stomach.

Maybe Viktor won’t say anything at all. Perhaps this will just be a blip that never happened, an odd anomaly that you could almost dismiss as a fever dream or drug induced hallucination.

That is, until you open the front door and see a small parcel with a note attached. Curious, you pick it up, opening the package first—no matter how many times your mother told you to read the card first you were always impatient and wanted the present first.

Within there is a small glass bottle with a cork stopper, some kind of mysterious liquid. You almost want to dismiss it as a prank until you recognize the handwriting on the label of the bottle. It’s Viktor’s scrawl, and your heart skips a beat.

With trembling hands, you turn your attention to the note that came with the card.

Dear (y/n),

I apologize for leaving so abruptly. I will admit that spoken conversation is not always my strongest suit, and you deserved a better response for my departure and absence.

Seeing you suffer so terribly with your withdrawal symptoms I knew I wanted to find a way to ease your pain, so I went to the lab to come up with a draught to lessen the worst of the effects.

Please let me know if it is of help to you.

Viktor.

Your chest tightens reading his words once, then twice, letting them sink in. He didn’t hate you, didn’t think of less of you for your addiction. Part of you wants to cry at the sweetness of the gesture, another part wants to slap him upside the head for being such a useless boy, leaving you in limbo. Even if you know rationally that your distress was yours alone.

You wipe at your eyes where tears have gathered at the corners and put the note and the bottle in your leather messenger bag, your heart hammering in your chest.

“Viktor, you sweet, stupid idiot,” you mutter, shaking your head. “Thank you.”

—-

You stand in front of the door to the lab for far longer than necessary, trying to find the courage to go in. Breathe in, breathe out. You can do this. Yet your palms are sweating and your heart is still beating far too quickly and you feel dizzy for reasons unrelated to the shimmer leaking out of your pores.

“Hey, (y/n)!” Jayce breezes past you with a cup of coffee and a sunny smile. “Good to see you back.”

“Thanks.” You manage to give him a small smile.

“Vik mentioned you had a flu.” Jayce wrinkles his nose. “That’s no fun. Hope you’re feeling better now. He’s in the kitchen making coffee if you want a cup before we get started.”

“Sure. Right. Great.” You nod mechanically and turn towards the small kitchen off to the side of the lab.

You’ve spent many a late night here, drinking coffee with Jayce and Viktor, occasionally rummaging for snacks. Trying to work out problems, but more often giving the pair of them a hard time for the hell of it.

Viktor likes to make coffee in the tradition that’s common for his people in Zaun—thick and dark and sweet, with foam and boiled in a small copper pot directly on the stove. The first time you had it, it packed such a punch you stayed up all night. Still, you would have anything Viktor made, and he approached his coffee with a sort of love and care you find endearing.

He’s bent over the stove when you enter the kitchen, uncertain of your steps, like a newborn deer.

“Hey,” you say softly, and he turns around, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of him, that messy hair hanging in his honey eyes.

“Good morning, (y/n),” he replies. “How are you feeling?”

You hop up on the counter to sit. Somehow that feels more solid than standing right now. Viktor pours two cups of coffee and hands one to you.

“A bit better,” you say. You wrap your hands around the mug, savoring the warmth. “Not great, but I’ll take it.”

“About the other day—“ he says, right as you say

“Viktor—“

“Go ahead,” he says. Always the gentleman, and you find yourself blushing at that thought.

“Just. Thank you. For the medicine. And the note. It was very kind. And for taking care of me. You didn’t have to do that, I’m just your assistant and you showed up for me and stayed and it just…it meant a lot and…”

Oh gods, you’re babbling and you don’t know how to stop.

Viktor puts down his coffee and walks over to you, looking up at you, directly into your eyes. It hurts, how beautiful he is, with those sculpted cheekbones you’ve dreamed of tracing with your fingers.

“It is no problem, (y/n). I wish I had spoken to you in a way…” he sighs. “I am sorry. I couldn’t stand to see you so ill and there was nothing I could do.”

Your mouth goes dry. You lick your chapped lips and put down your mug. “Viktor, I didn’t expect you to care for me. Truly, you did so much. I’m grateful.”

He furrows his brows at this, a stormy expression on his face, and you wonder what you’ve said wrong. “Why did you think I wouldn’t care for you?”

Panic seizes you. “Oh no, it’s not like that! I don’t think it’s a reflection on your character, you see. It’s just….I’m just like, your co-worker, y’know? Just the mechanic. So I didn’t think…I didn’t expect…”

Oh god, oh fuck, what a mess you’ve made. You want to crawl into a hole.

“Just a mechanic? No, no.” The way Viktor looks at you in that moment makes you feel as though you could melt, and you are suddenly quite grateful you aren’t standing up because you’re not sure that your knees would support you right now.

“(y/n)….you are so much more to me than that.”

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